In the locker room, some football player goes to his bag. He does a charade that conveys that something is lost. Awesome -- now do Desperate Housewives!
Establishing shot of a car wash. And it's Weevil, wearing a jumpsuit and getting harassed by his dickish boss. Weevil is trying to leave; his shift ended half an hour earlier, but the boss won't let him go until the next guy gets there. I suppose I'd better tackle this now: Francis Capra looks like he's gained about thirty pounds over the summer. But on top of that, although you have to look closely and most of the camera work is trying hard to hide it, he's got some serious acne problems not just on his face, but all over his head, and possibly even further than that. There's something about those two things together that strikes me as...well, odd, and a little disturbing, so I'm just going to hope he's all right and move on. Anyway, Weevil almost hits his boss before another guy intervenes, and then Veronica shows up to give him something else on which to concentrate. Exposition ensues that Weevil plea-bargained his murder charge down to assault, and now he's working at the car wash as part of his parole. Considering, as we've already seen, that Weevil seems to have a shorter fuse than Isaiah Washington on a particularly anti-Dempsey day, I'm thinking good behavior didn't play a big role in his release. Anyway, Veronica gets a call and tells us that she's being summoned to see the Dean, and then Weevil's boss gives him more shit, prompting Weevil to throw him against a vending machine, the glass of which he then breaks with his fist. Veronica watches and wonders if California's three-strikes rule applies to series regulars.
In a school building, Piz is babbling to some attractive brunette that he doesn't want to be one of those "emo-rocker guys." Need I make a comment about his hair? As they walk into the college radio station, he goes on -- very needily and with a lot more movement than is necessary -- that his band is awesome and they're called Black Licorice because they're dark and moody and candy and Piz? You know I like you, but...they've made great advances in decaf since I was your age. You might want to look into that. The brunette, also tiring of the excess energy, asks Piz exactly what he's pitching, and it's a cultural and political affairs show -- "like Jon Stewart meets Crossfire, if Jon Stewart didn't hate Crossfire." Heh. The football player from earlier enters and asks "Trish" if she saw a binder in his room that morning. She says no, and asks what's wrong. Football Dude: "It's nothing. I'm just dead." I was totally going to guess that! Dude, you're good.