Over Barb's objections, Nancy says she can say whatever she likes, it being her wedding and all. It's just not a TV wedding unless the bride says that at least once, is it? Barb claims to be in it for herself now, which Nancy doesn't believe. "It's made you compromise yourself." Barb says that Nancy smiled through forty-three years of marriage: "And I knew what that smile covered." We don't find out, though. Nancy says she loved Barb's dad, which made it worth it. Barb says the same of Bill. Then it's "polygamist stone age" this and "you kowtow to patriarchy" that and "I had your aunt Gretchen over for Thanksgiving dinner before it was even acceptable to tolerate homosexuals" the other thing. Barb tells Nancy to tolerate her, then, which Nancy can't do. "You're my daughter!" she yells. "I'm responsible for your eternal salvation!" Daughters are kind of a sore spot for Ellen Burstyn, aren't they? You'd think that from Linda Blair to Sandra Bullock, she'd get one right eventually.

Alby sits behind Roman's desk, where he's having a laptop video conference with none other than Hollis Greene. Don't ask me where Hollis found an internet café with webcams while on the run in Mexico. Hollis is telling Alby all about what Bill did to cause the present situation: "He fed us false information. He convinced people to hogtie Miss Adaleen. He told our poor sister-wives that their love for your father could be best expressed by spilling his blood to cleanse his sins." Alby's only too happy to believe that Bill did all of this directly, instead of merely instigating it as a third party. Not that it would make much difference to Alby even if Hollis were telling him the unvarnished truth. Alby clearly agrees with Hollis's assessment that Bill deserves to make blood atonement, and barely notices when Hollis does one of his trademark "very truly yours" sign-offs.