"Dominique" has made its triumphant return to the common room as Dr. Thredson supervises the setup of the movie screen. Lana sees her chance and pulls him aside for a conversation, despite his insistence that he is not authorized to discuss her treatment. It's not about her treatment, though. She says she's been observing him and can tell that he's not "one of them." She needs him to get a message from her out to her "friend" Wendy. Thredson's all, "Yes, your friend who is the reason why you're in here?" Lana says if she can just communicate with Wendy, see her face-to-face, she can straighten this out. She discreetly passes Thredson a note. He gravely asks her if she's really asking him to "betray Sister Jude, who is the administrator of this sanitarium." His words kind of linger in the air for a second, before he smirks and takes her note. It's a sly moment of transgression for him... or it would be if Zachary Quinto could act.
In the kitchen -- ah, it's our first glimpse of this award-winning bakery we've heard so much about. I keep expecting to see Mrs. Lovett cross the floor with a piping hot tray of Poet. Grace and Shelley are both on duty, and Shelley starts right in on her about how she saw her and Kit conspiring to escape again and she wants in this time. After yelling at Pepper to quit eavesdropping, Shelley begins her favorite pastime next to making blunt sexual innuendoes: delivering overwrought monologues about freedom. "You think as a little girl I dreamed I'd waste my life away in the bughouse?" she asks Grace. "I want to go to Paris! France!" Oh, does Shelley ever love France, where they're 20 years ahead of the curve sexually, and where Shelley would be celebrated. The she turns into that awful person who corners you at a party and won't shut up about Delta of Venus and how it's changed her life. Grace just sort of nods and says she left France when she was nine, so she doesn't entirely know what Shelley's talking about. Shelley finally just cuts it out with the social justice arguments and simply says they could help each other. "...Please?" Oh, who could deny that haircut anything?