Next thing Lana knows, she's waking up to the pale face of Sister Mary Eunice. Sister Eunice tells her not to move, as she'll be in great pain. She's back to Briarcliff, where she belongs. The camera pans out, showing Lana strapped down to the bed; from prison to prison to prison to prison. The music swells and Devil Eunice's shadow on the wall looks like a perverted approximation of the Angel and her wings. No deliverance for Lana tonight, though.
After the break, we're treated to a delightful reunion. Well, not delightful, but it had been thirty minutes and no Sister Jude yet, and I had missed her. We're back in the hotel room with her and the rapidly bleeding-out body of Sam Goodman. We're treated to a repeat of the scene where he tells her that one of her own did this to him, only this time we also get a flashback to Devil Eunice throwing him into the mirror and then sticking him in the neck with one of the shards. For her part, Sister Jude could be handling this better. She's just kind of crying and she throws a towel down at him and then goes to find the phone. Only when she does, she sees a half-empty bottle of bourbon on the table. And -- while we see the Angel bend low to give Sam Goodman his last kiss -- she looks to the television and sees the article about the girl she murdered taped to it, with the word "murderer" written in blood. She's being set up. Suddenly, there's urgent knocking at the door.
This all plunges Jude back into a flashback to 1949, back when Judy was a club singer with a band. And that band included Terry, who is knocking on her door, wondering where she was last night. She very clearly was All of the Drunk last night, but she tries to make excuses. Terry, by the way, is played by Sean Patrick Thomas of Save the Last Dance fame. God help me, but I think they're supposed to be the same age in this scene. He tells her the gig went pretty okay, as "Barry" (Terry and Barry?) called his cousin to fill in. And I guess she did pretty okay, because Terry has an envelope full of see-ya-later cash for Judy. She reacts as you might expect. "Barry's been trying to get his fat cousin in there for months now," she grouses. She starts shouting about conspiracies, but he can only look down at her sadly and say he's sorry. She even tries coming on to him, offering to make him feel "real good" and saying she's always wondered what it would be like with a "colored man." Aw, jeez. Look away, everybody. He finally shuts her down ("You smell of vomit!") and gives her a definite goodbye. As he does though, he mentions that in the Kiss-Off Envelope, there's a card from a detective looking for her, asking questions about a hit-and-run. Then Terry's like, "Peace!" and Judy starts freaking out because They Found Her. She hurries to pack her shit, leaves the rent money on the nightstand and hightails it the hell away. With her windshield still cracked! Hell of a police force in this town. As she speeds away, she's tormented by flashbacks to that night of the accident. She's boozing again while she does it and she ends up crashing her car... again. When she comes to, she sees an angel. Not Frances Conroy. A white angel. Made of stone, in fact. She managed to crash into a tree at the local convent. Organ music plays on the soundtrack and the beams of sunlight surrounding the statue make it pretty hard for Judy not to see this as a sign.