The camera zooms in on Samson, who's all agog as he watches what's going on. Justin is still looking pained, and is still black-eyed, as he marches through the crowd. The Okies jump out of his way. Justin seems to be recovering pretty quickly, and now he looks a teensy bit annoyed as he heads for the ten-in-one.

Ben is preparing to heal Balthus when Samson runs into the tent. Samson shouts, "Whole thing's gone in the crapper, kid! Run!" Hee. Ben, of course, says, "What?" Samson remembers whom he's dealing with and sticks to the important part of his message: "Ruuuuun!" And then Justin enters the tent. He looks around, spots Ben, and growls, "There you are." The crowd parts, and Justin starts lecturing anyone who'll listen about Ben's "divine abominations." Ben leans over and starts healing Balthus. The crowd scatters as Justin falls to his knees, clutching his head. Balthus gasps, "Run." Keep trying, eventually his brain will process the word. Justin reaches into his cassock and pulls out the sickle. He stands up again and says, "Know that I am the lord's left hand!" To demonstrate what that means, he slices the throat of a man passing by. Justin adds, "And have come to reap what thine enemy has sown." He gets to reaping, slicing through anyone who comes within reach as he goes on about mercy, specifically the lack thereof, and pity, which will similarly be absent from these proceedings. Ben starts backing away as Justin approaches. Then Balthus pops up in front of Justin and insists, "The power of Christ compels you!" Yeah, I really don't think it does, Balthus. Justin stares at Balthus for a second and plunges the sickle into him. As he tears through Balthus, Justin says, "Behold. The holy evil is come." Well, frankly, it was overdue.

Ben runs through the Carnivàle for a while, and then out into a cornfield. This is where it gets easy to recap. Ben runs. Then he runs some more. Lightning flashes, and Ben continues running.

Varlyn gets in his truck and drives away, but Jonesy scampers up and clings to the back of the car like Michael J. Fox, only without the skateboard.

Ben, by the way, is running. With the lightning. And the corn. And the many tattoo-heavy blipverts. I wonder if this was a fun day of filming. "Okay, now run through the corn toward the camera. Great! Now run through the corn past the camera. Fabulous! Now wait a second while we carry the camera through the corn for a POV shot. Okay, now run through the corn toward the camera again." Ben trips and falls down, and then looks behind him and sees nothing. Well, nothing but corn. He pulls the trench knife out of his shoe and does that horror movie thing where you get up very slowly and finally turn around and then the bad guy jumps out at you. Right on cue, Justin jumps out at Ben and slices his arm. Ben ducks into a different row of corn and...well, runs. Justin does something the captions describe as "[laughing maniacally]," although I think it sounds more like a demented chuckle. Ben runs. And runs. And then runs into a scarecrow. He looks up at it. I roll my eyes. Hey everyone, Ben's having an idea! Come and see the idea!