Sofie starts to sweep off the porch. Iris joins her outside and says, "I can't believe it. I'm the most incompetent murderer ever! Maybe I should have put some rocks in her pockets to weigh her down." Well, she doesn't say most of that out loud. Iris takes the broom away and makes Sofie sit down. Then Iris suggests that Eleanor must have slipped and fallen into the pond, and you can kind of see her trying that idea out to see if it sounds convincing. Libby says that, according to Brother Justin, it wasn't an accident. Iris gets nervous until Sofie adds, "That poor woman. To have taken her own life." Iris relaxes as Sofie goes on about how Justin said this and that, and how difficult it must have been for him. Iris hms, "I'm sure it was," and hugs Sofie.

Evening. Justin hangs his cassock on his wardrobe door and catches sight of the axe in the mirror. Justin picks up the axe and then back away from the bed in surprise while the hand he's clutching the axe with sizzles. He groans and drops the axe, clutching his burned hand. Justin shouts for Iris, and demands to know how the axe got there. Iris rushes in and brusquely insists that she doesn't know anything about it. Justin points out that Iris was home all day, and Iris snaps that she isn't a guard. Then she starts talking in Russian as she picks up the axe. So I guess Iris now knows that something's up with Ben, based on the fact that the axe burned Justin's hand. But I don't know why it occurred to her to get Justin to touch the axe. Or if that was what she wanted to do.

Sofie, on her way upstairs with Justin's glass of milk, stops and listens to Justin and Iris arguing in Russian. After listening for a moment, she heads back downstairs.

The Carnivàle caravan trundles down the highway. From her seat in the back of the Cooch car, Lila guesses that the lead truck must be crowded. She starts complaining about Samson again, and how things suck and how hungry she is. She invites the Cooches to share their feelings. Stumpy says, "I think it's a shame we can't get nothin' on this radio." Heh. But Lila is an unstoppable force when it comes to complaining. She speculates that Management doesn't even exist. Rita Sue starts sniffling, and agrees, "It's all going to shit. And it's all that little fucker's fault." There's a honking from up ahead, and through the windshield we see Jonesy waving at the caravan. The cars pull over.