We then cut to a kangaroo court set up in the Briarcliff common room, where a court officer is taking depositions from quite the rogue's gallery: Devil Eunice, Dr. Harden and a not-even-dead Leigh Emerson, all of them lining up to put the blame on Jude. Emerson -- he neck bandaged from his attack -- says he saw the murder with his own eyes. Arden describes Sister Jude as having gone on a "rampage." Monsignor Howard testifies to what he saw as Sister Jude's increasing "instability." Even Mother Claudia is compelled to confess that Jude came to her with tales of Sister Eunice being possessed by the devil. The cumulative effect is a complete burial of Sister Jude in the eyes of the law. Moreover, the deposition offers Leigh the chance to bullshit his way through a statement of remorse and rehabilitation, "taking responsibility" for his crimes and stating his intentions to earn his way back into heaven's good graces. Looking on, Monsignor Howard is transfixed. What a success story! In the realm of saving souls, this could be a really big fish. This could get him noticed.
Back in Sister Jude's room, Monsignor Howard informs her that she's been sentenced to live out the remainder of her days as a patient at Briarcliff. Which is a fun new way for the American system of justice to operate, I must say, passing down sentence without the accused ever having been present before the court. She's also being stripped of her nun-ship, busted down to plain old Judy Martin. My guess is that being plain old Judy Martin is a lot tougher without the booze, though. Judy tries to tell the Monsignor that this is all a mistake, a setup, but he leaves her there, al poignantly tortured, like this is so hard on HIM. What a dick, this guy. Judy at least has enough self-respect to call him a son of a bitch as he leaves. It's the least of what he deserves. Of course, what he deserves comes later.
In the kitchen, Lana goes about her bakery duties with about as much enthusiasm as you'd expect. Across the way, she spots someone rolling a rack of recently dry-cleaned uniforms -- for the nuns? The staff? Are they presented in the kitchen to motivate the inmates to bake better bread? I admit I have never worked in a bakery, so I don't know the procedure there. Anyway, Lana looks at those uniforms hanging on those metal hangers and has a thought. Is she thinking about making one of those coat-hanger Christmas trees they had us make in elementary school? Probably. That's probably it.