Cut to Sister Jude in her office, praying silently to herself as she stares at the lightning storm raging outside her window. The phone rings and when she picks it up, the voice belongs to a little girl. "You left me there. You never even bothered to get out of the car." Sister Jude sobs and repeats "I'm sorry" into the phone. She hangs up and looks down at the desk, where a pair of cracked eyeglasses has been placed. This is some A+ gaslighting on Devil Eunice's part. I approve. Sister Jude is seriously falling apart here. In tears, she reaches for that decanter of wine that Eunice left earlier. Like I said, A+.
After the break, we see -- through an appropriately blurry camera lens -- that Sister Jude has reached the last of the wine. Ladyfriend is sloppy right now. Her hair hanging out from under her habit. Staggering and slurring. Perfect time for her to kick off tonight's festivities!
Meanwhile, Arden's in his office listening to radio updates on the storm (including a reference to reported lights being sighted in the sky that are NOT lighting strikes) and fiddling with the tube of lipstick that Sister Jude launched at him.
Into the common room stumbles Sister Jude and the natives are already getting restless. She blows into her whistle and yells for everyone to take their seats. Frank tells her everyone is accounted for but "The Mexican" (R.I.P., Señora Havisham). Sister Jude says she'll go look for her after she introduces the picture, which she begins to do presently and in such glorious fashion that I can't even take it. "Whether tonight marks the beginning of a beloved tren- ... tradition or just another bitter disappointment is entirely up to you," she slurs. She's halfway reading from a script on a crumbled piece of paper as she invites her charges to settle in and relax for the lurid stylings of The Sign of the Cross. She gestures at the blank screen as she says the film's name. She's the best. Starring Claudette Colbert, of course, and as Nero, "the incomparable Mr. Charles Laughton... who I understand is an enormous whoopsie." YOU GUYS. "Whoopsie"! I can't deal with this. Lightning strikes and spooks about half of the audience (Devil Eunice was right, it seems) and Sister Jude has to calm them down. She hollers at them to "keep their chin[s] up high." And "don't be afraid of the dark." Oh dear. You know where this is headed, right? "At the end... of a storm... is a golden sky. And the bright silver song of a lark." What's happening now is that Sister Jude is spoken-wording the lyrics to "You'll Never Walk Alone," schnockered eight ways from Sunday, in a room full of crazy people. Herself included, it would now seem. She's crying now, as she takes Pepper's face in her hands and tells her to "walk on, through the wind; walk on through the rain." Though yoah dreams may be tossed! And blown! Walk on! [She walks down the aisle.] Walk on! [Her voice starts breaking.] With hope in yoah hahhhts. And you'll nevah! Walk! Alone! Judy Garland wouldn't die until June of 1969. But many say she died this very night. Lana and Thredson look at Sister Jude with concern, as she's now devolved into babbling, "She was alone... darling little fragile thing... " Sister Jude flashes on the accident again. "And the storm that came was not wind and not rain. It was something altogether else." Fuck the movie, THIS is the most entertainment anybody's going to get tonight. Finally -- FINALLY -- she realizes what she's been saying and covers her mouth. Lightning strikes again, spooking the crowd anew. Alas, she doesn't go into the second verse (well, the second verse is exactly the same as the first verse, but still); she just calls for the lights and then bolts off to find "the Mexican." Folks, that was the greatest goddamn thing I have ever seen on this show. Emmys for all!