Monsignor Howard is fiercely praying in his corner when Eunice pays him a visit and finishes his prayer for him. She offers him a second shot at nailing her, but she quickly figures out that he means not to screw her, but to kill her. She taunts him for a bit about how he might do it: letter opener to the heart? Too messy. Bludgeon her with the statue of St. Francis? Too ironic, since Francis renounced his debauchery after living a life of sin, while Howard has done the opposite. She offers her throat to him to strangle, revealing that she knows that's how he killed the Shelley Thing. He's too jittery to try anything at the moment, which only emboldens Eunice. She offers him a deal wherein they will partner up and rise throughout the Catholic ranks, all the way to Pope. It's what he wants, after all. He meekly refuses, but she tells him he's weak and she knows it. "You're mine now," she taunts, "body and soul." He follows her out to the stairwell, refusing to bend to her will. He says that he can tell there's still a glimmer of Mary Eunice inside her, which only makes the Devil angrier. She pushes him up against the bannister and warns him not to enrage her further. She rages that she's done with him and is about to "devour the last morsel" of Mary Eunice's soul. But this angry outburst seems to have left an opening for Mary Eunice to peek through again. Surprise, she's crying. "I'm sorry, Monsignor," she begs. "I'm tired of fighting." She says she wants to let go and he tells her to let go of him, then. She does, at which point Howard finally sacks up and tosses her over the bannister, down about three stories to the floor. Mary Eunice looks up at him with a kind of gratitude on her face. And as our Angel Conroy bends down to take both Mary Eunice and her demon tormentor out of Briarcliff, I'm staring at my TV with tears on my face. Oh sweet, sweet demon. Your wickedness was too pure for this equivocating world. You didn't deserve to have your vulgar light snuffed out by such an unworthy adversary. Take a few weeks off, haunt a beach house, watch the Golden Globes, then come back to torment some self-satisfied Orange County trophy wife or something. You'll be back on your cloven feet in no time.

After the break, Monsignor Howard is praying at the bedside of Mary Eunice's corpse when Dr. Arden walks in. Arden seems to be resigned to the fact that Mary Eunice had to be put out of her misery, but he's still awfully resentful of the Monsignor for being the one to do it. But he doesn't exactly refute the Monsignor's claims that her soul has been released. I guess all these encounters with aliens and demons have really opened up Dr. Arden's mind to the spiritual. Good for him. If this show can't take a Nazi on a journey of spiritual awakening, what's it good for? Arden does end up insisting that Mary Eunice be cremated -- on the grounds that there could be latent demon lying dormant in her mitochondria or something -- and that he be the one to carry out this assignment, alone. As ever, Monsignor Howard doesn't feel like being all that suspicious of very suspicious people. He then rambles something about dead saints smelling like flowers and how Mary Eunice smells only like decay, which seems awfully uncharitable to the poor girl. Go clean your stigmata wounds, you simpering phony.