Helen sits down next to Joan and enumerates several possibilities: "Say...talk to the buyer. Talk to Adam. Talk to Adam's father. Believe it or not, I have some influence with him, too. Honey, there are lots of other things that you could do before...destroying his best work." Joan wells up. Will says that destruction is not a good option. Tears fall from Joan's eyes as she realizes, "I had a failure of imagination." Will: "Well, that's putting it kindly." Helen says gently, "Will..." He asks, "Helen, you aren't going to defend what she did, are you?" Her mother says they raised her to do what she thought was right, and she did it to try to help someone else. Will: "You want me to be proud of her?" Of course not: "It was stupid, but...she's only sixteen, and her intentions were good." Insert standard remark about the road to hell here. Helen adds, "And she had a failure of imagination." Will, who's clearly not on the same plane of compassion and forgiveness as his wife at this moment, wonders, "Do we...punish her for that, or what?" Helen sorta chuckles and shakes her head, saying, "Go to work." Will sighs and leaves. Helen moves closer to Joan on the sofa, and then Joan really breaks down, resting her head on her mother's shoulder as she sniffs and whimpers. Man, Amber Tamblyn cries like nobody's business.