Oh, good a change of scenes to cheer me up! Oh, no, it's just Thredson walking Kit through his own personal scenario of how the murders went. So according to Thredson's theory, Kit was so effed up by the societal pressures of being married to Alma that his psyche needed a release, so he started killing women, beginning with a librarian who worked a "short drive" from Kit's gas station. He says "short drive" like it's damning, but, like, LOTS of places are a short drive from where you work. Anyway, he shows Kit the photos of the victims, skinned and beheaded. "Why the skin, Kit? Why the head?" Kit's all, "Fuck if I know," but Thredson tries to make him admit that it was because skin and identity were the things that were fucking him up about Alma. Thredson seems like a terrible psychologist, I'm sorry. This feels way more like the tactics of forced confession than actually striving for truth. Anyway. Thredson's theory for Alma's murder is that it was Kit's friends at the door that night and Kit tried to keep Alma quiet so they'd go away, but maybe Alma didn't want to hide anymore, and Kit flew into a rage to make her shut up and he killed her. "You killed the thing you loved the most," Thredson says, underlining the point most unnecessarily. Kit just looks wide-eyed and says, less convinced than ever, "It wasn't me." YOU ARE A TERRIBLE SHRINK, OLLIE THREDSON.
Sister Jude tells Anne that it wasn't Dr. Arden in Auschwitz. She says she knows what she saw. "You didn't see anything," Jude says, "because you weren't there." Rookie mistake, Sister Jude. Now all Anne has to do is show you her arm tattoo and it is checkmate.