Of course, Means goes straight to Daugherty and points him to the window to show him the clearly addle-brained Jess torching perfectly good money in the birdbath. Daugherty wants to rush out and stop him before anyone sees him, but Means holds him back: "A panicked man drowns both himself and his savior," he says, so instead Daugherty starts talking about other times Jess seemed like he was going batshit. Means sits Daugherty down, assuring him that Jess will be doing hard time soon. That's not the ideal solution for Daugherty of course. But, speaking cryptically of an old dog that went rabid, Daugherty contracts Jess Smith's killing, at least tacitly.

Margaret heads to the hospital, perturbed at the lug of a bodyguard trailing her. He says he'll keep ten paces behind her and stay out in the hall, but that's the best he can do. Turns out she needn't have worried, because the bishop has decided that "this experiment has run its course," a message delivered by Sister Mary Coming Around, who sounds genuinely regretful. Dr. Mason wants to know what'll happen to the women. They'll have to get their information elsewhere. "I found a great deal of what went on in here very educational," says Sister Mary Bundle of Repressed Desires, who then hurries out before she gets all emotional and starts blubbering all over the place. See you next summer! Promise to write!

Mason, saying he feels like a German spy -- hey, Gerry, whassamatta wit' you? Our boys got spies too! -- and brings out a couple of diaphragms. One for Margaret, and one for Mrs. Scherer. Hey, Doc, glad you told Margaret that both diaphragms weren't for her. He asks if she's OK. "Nothing I haven't been through before," she says, so it sounds like the diaphragm is arriving a little too late. Mason feels her forehead, and then stands around awkwardly. "So, uh, do you still want this? It cost five bucks, and it's not a big deal, but I took it out of petty cash is all."

Then he looks around the empty room and says the class doesn't have to happen here. It could happen anywhere, where they could say whatever they want. Margaret's skeptical since that could get him in trouble here, but he's thinking of bagging on the hospital anyway, and his fiancée is always telling him to put his money where his mouth is. He tells her to think about it, because he hates being told what to do. Plus the two of them make a good team. "We did, didn't we?" says Margaret. Past tense. She shakes his hand and heads out the door, bodyguard giving him a "you better not have tried something" look, it appears to me.