After the commercial break, there's just one more crisis to weather: the fate of this poor prostitute, indentured to the pitiless affections of Dr. Arden. Things have gotten significantly creepier, as our girl is in Arden's bedroom, putting the finishing touches on the nun costume he's making her wear. Oh dear. He impatiently knocks on the door, but she's managed to stumble onto Arden's box of dirty magazines, and with them a series of disturbing photographs of women in their underwear, hogtied on Arden's bed. Naturally, she starts to panic. He finally does burst in as she nervously spills the photos onto the ground. She says she's just going to give him back his money and call it a night, but he grabs her by the arm, orders her to pick up the photos and then get on the bed. Which she does, after an unsuccessful attempt to run away. He confirms that she took off her panties, per his earlier instructions. He takes off his pants, then instructs her to "show me your mossy bank." NOPE. No. No thank you. Certainly not while Arden is holding his crotch. He advances on her, about to... I don't know, invade her mossy bank? What does one do with a mossy bank? I suppose we'll never find out (thankfully) because the girl takes a last-ditch bite at Arden's arm, knees him in the very crotch he's been fondling and runs for it. Glad someone was able to run away from a vile imprisonment today.

At Briarcliff, Sister Jude is faced with the sad task of informing the Potters that their son is dead. Mrs. Potter breaks down completely.

The next morning, Dr. Arden arrives in the infirmary to check on Sister Eunice. I love how he's all caszh about the previous night's events. Hooker chomped on his arm and went out screaming into the night dressed as a nun. Ah, well. He'll get the next one. Sister Eunice is sleeping, though her hospital gown is riding a little high on her thighs. Arden reaches out and creepily moves it down, which is when she wakes up. He apologizes for frightening her, but she says he could never frighten her. "You make me feel safe." Like bugs crawling on my skin, these two. He asks how she's doing after her "fainting spell" and prescribes plenty of rest and relaxation. She starts to ask about the "creatures," but he's distracted by a gap in her shirt revealing even more skin. He tells her so, and she pulls the blanket up over herself, saying she'd hate to distract him from his important work. He says, quite unconvincingly, that the human body is just a machine to him. Of course, when he says "cogs and sprockets," he might as well be saying "giant, throbbing cock" the way he's panting. He leaves her to rest up. But after he leaves, Eunice once again throws off her bedcovers, and when she does, the crucifix on the wall rattles. Eeeeeeevil!