Price pulls something out of a filing cabinet as he says, "I reached out to you in a public forum, and you spit on the olive branch." Joan apologizes quietly and asks if they can just "do this." Price: "You want to admit that you cheated? We don't have to go through with this." What? Even if she did cheat, and if she admitted to it, then what? They just flunk her outright? Or would they make her write another test anyway to get a true mark? This whole storyline's shaky. Joan reiterates that she didn't cheat. Price says, "Admit that you cheated and I won't suspend your friends." Okay, that's complete bullshit. One actually has nothing to do with the other. Joan says in a weak voice, "Just give me the test." Price gloats, "Amazing, how your revolution just crumbled overnight. What's that about? A guilty conscience?" Joan says, "You know, I'm not into this anymore, Mr. Price. I didn't cheat. I really studied. I didn't start this revolution and I didn't want to back down, either. This is all just bigger than me, so please, let me do it the hard way." Price puts the test down on a desk with the regulation #2 pencil and says, "It wasn't I who brought this affair into the hallway." He tells her she has one hour and wishes her luck.

Grace quickly struts out of the school with Joan on her heels. Grace: "I fooled myself into thinking you were a person of substance." Joan: "Oh, don't start!" Grace: "You're nothing but a cream puff...powder puff...nothing puff!" Oh, just kiss already. Joan laughs: "Oh, you're using some puff-related analogy I don't even get!" I'd say Grace is the one who doesn't get it, but whatever. There's Adam, leaning against a wall in the background. Grace stops and turns to Joan: "Well, you backed down, Joan!" Joan insists she had to: "You don't understand! You don't know what I'm up against!" Grace replies, "I know I'm getting suspended a day because of you. We all are. Even Adam." Well, you started the revolution there, Rosa. I don't agree with the punishment, but take some responsibility. Grace hustles off as Joan calls out a tearful apology, saying she didn't mean to get anyone in trouble. She breaks off when she sees Adam standing there, looking deeply wounded. Also? Cute, in a deeply wounded way. He doesn't walk away, but he doesn't look at her either. He's in so many kinds of pain he doesn't know what's going on. He's angry enough not to speak to her, but not angry enough to avoid her altogether. She pleads with him: "Adam. I can't -- I can't stand you being mad at me anymore. I'm sorry for everything. Please, you know me, you know I have...secrets...and things. Like you do, you know...I have reasons." He looks at her with teary eyes and says, "Whatever, Joan." Joan? Joan? Oh, God, I knew it was coming someday, but...