After the break, we're several days later. Lana is free, her story is out. Wendy's ashes have been collected from Thredson's furnace and placed inside a white-marble niche at a mausoleum. Lana's paying her respects, along with her two down-low lesbian pals from the season premiere. Lois is still not successfully hiding her thing for Lana and she asks her if she's looking for a roommate to help fill that giant house of hers, because apparently in 1965, houses that belonged to institutionalized crazies and murder victims (or convicted murderers, for that matter) just stayed unoccupied indefinitely. You'd think this wasn't a show that obsessed on real estate last season. Lana says she's planning to move to New York, however, and then starts to blame herself for Wendy's demise. Her friends offer absolution and a scapegoat in "that nun," but Lana says it was the story; that story she HAD to get at any cost. The women are interrupted by the exploding flashbulbs of the paparazzi, here to get a shot of the "Sapphic Reporter." Lana gives her two pals leave to go before they get outed in public. Lois, for one, is relieved, as no one in her family suspects. Who says Ryan Murphy can't write comedy? The other one, the redhead, is a bit more sympathetic about it, rationalizing that she still has a job because her lecherous boss still thinks he "has a shot." Women in the 1960s! Sounds like a great time! So Lana exits alone, past the clamoring media all barking questions at her. She strides past and ignores them, like a good celebrity scandal case; though once she's in the car, she rolls down her window and gives her best, "All I have to say is, Read my book." Lady's a pro.

Back at Briarcliff, Sister Jude is STILL pretty out of it, but she manages to pull her wits together while in line for meds to start rousing the rabble and getting people to chuck their pills. "DON'T TAKE THESE PILLS!" she hollers to the whole common room. "THEY TURN YOUR BRAINS TO MUSH!"

Meanwhile, Monsignor Howard is reading the newspaper headlines ("HORROR AT BRIARCLIFF") and watching his dreams of the papacy go up in smoke before his eyes. His strategy with the press appears to be avoidance, and we see him confirm with an underling priest that the reporters have been pushed back past the outer gates. He hopes that after a few days of no comment, they will go away. Sounds like a solid plan! Poor Monsignor Howard. He's not evil exactly, just fundamentally weak -- both physically and, worse, morally. He's been surrounded by actual, malevolent evil, but since doing good would have been too difficult, he let evil flourish. He's my most hated character this season for a reason. In the parlance of Jules Winfield, he's not the tyranny of evil men, but he's sure as shit not the shepherd. Anyway, Underling Priest is here to report a disturbance in the common room that requires the Monsignor's attention.