Suddenly Joan's face caves in and she starts crying and whimpering. She pulls the towel over her head as Helen asks what's the matter. Frink: "Look, it's a terrycloth burqa." It's almost the right colour, too: the grey-blue towel looks like a faded Afghan burqa. Joan just shakes her head under the towel and says, "Nothing." They sit down as Helen persists, lifting the towel to peek inside. Joan takes the towel off her head and asks when Helen knew she was going to marry her father. Helen: "About a week before the wedding. I kept breaking up with him." Joan: "Why?" Helen says she thought marriage was so predictable: "I thought it would be the end of my life." Joan: "So why did you do it?" Helen: "Because I couldn't not do it. My future was…connected with his. What, I was gonna let somebody else have that smile for the rest of her life?" Joan just looks unhappy. Helen: "This is the kind of thing that usually makes you squirm." Joan: "I'm squirming on the inside." Hee. Helen smiles: "Sweetheart, love is complicated…way more complicated than driving a car, which you're just barely old enough to do." Joan: "I know that I love Adam." Helen says that doesn't mean Joan's going to spend her life with him. She quickly adds, "And it doesn't mean that you aren't. It just means you can't know that now. So just enjoy your time together." Joan gets up to walk out, and then stops, saying, "It must be nice to know you found the guy who's gonna love you forever and that he can't ever leave you for some perky blonde and that you're not gonna kiss some guy by candlelight just because he has blue eyes and quotes poetry." She pauses, looking at her mother with some apprehension after spilling all that, and then says, "Good night." Helen uncharacteristically leaves Joan's confession alone, looking at the pictures of her and Will all over the table.

After the commercials, Helen's fallen asleep over her collage. She wakes up when Will comes in and asks, "How bad is it?" Will says nothing, unsure of what she's talking about. Helen: "My collage." As Will takes a seat, she says, "I know, it's sentimental and obvious and…it's not art." Will picks up a picture as Helen says, "It's a lot to throw away." Will looks at her, concerned: "Helen…" She replies, "Did you think I wouldn't notice the effect she's having on you? Even if you were a good liar -- which you aren't." He insists nothing happened: "Believe me." Helen: "I know what you mean when you say that, but every time you turned to her instead of me, something happened." Will: "I would never have had an affair with her…with anyone. But she did get to me in a way…I…can't understand it; I don't expect you to. She has a way of twisting things -- she uses logic like a weapon." Helen: "Evil." Will: "That's your language, not mine." Man, I've met damn few cops who don't believe in evil. Come on, Will. Helen snaps: "What word would you use?" Will: "I don't know. But I know I can't look at her now -- the things she's done…" He pauses, and then tells Helen: "She had Judith's killer executed because she thought I wanted it. She delivered it to me like a gift, and now she holds me accountable. She's dangerous, Helen." Helen says he has to turn Lucyfer in. Will says he can't prove anything: "I've tried. In her mind we collaborated, I was a partner." Helen's appalled: "How could you let this happen?" Will: "Well, there's something I haven't pondered." Helen's in no mood for sarcasm: "Hey! All I want from you is humility. Anything else -- you are on your own." Will: "You're right. I'm sorry." He kneels on the floor next to her chair and leans his forehead against hers. They embrace each other as the camera drifts out of the room.