Gloria follows the priest through the chapel -- him putting little stickers on them one by one, like a yard sale -- talking about how she's super Catholic and everything ("I could have this entire conversation in Latin if you'd like") and asking for the greatest amount of possible time to say her goodbyes. "Pillaging a hospital chapel, nice work if you can get it" she hisses, and they leave.

Jackie enters, and sits down with David in the deconsecrated chapel; he nearly starts crying when she tells him the ambulance is coming, because he knows he may have just killed his wife and because nobody stopped him. Because the Sinner helped him out, in the service of God.

The vendors are still screaming at each other -- apparently if you even leave your cart for a bathroom break you can get majorly fined -- so Jackie snags their phones and tells Sam to call "Home," get their families down there. Great idea, but of course the second Sam actually praises her she snits about how he should've thought of that himself. She seems like she's going easier on him these days, doesn't she? It's kind of nice.

God gets help from facilities guys on the elevator, who don't question His errand in moving the piano into a random storage room. The Devil waits in Admitting.

"I come in peace," the Devil says. "Walk with me."

Jackie takes his wallet, and tosses it to Eddie: "I'm going out for a cup of coffee. If I end up dead, this guy did it." They go on a little date together, Jackie the Saint and her mugging victim. Everybody in the coffee shop waves hello to him, and he explains he's known around the AA and NA meetings circuit. Then he says the most horrible, awful, scary, watery-boweled flesh-crawling Toadies-song thing.

"I'm a former drug and alcohol counselor: Former. I got tired of pouring my life force into people who weren't ready to get sober... Usually people who succumbed to bullshit interventions, who then tried to get sober for all the wrong reasons. I burned out watching people relapse after getting sober too soon, so I decided to specialize. I'm the guy who helps people bottom out, find their all-time low by supplying them with drugs and then supervising their downward spiral for a hefty price."

Outsourcing your Sinner. I wonder what his success rate is. And especially for a Saint like Jackie, that's the worst thing you can think of. The one thing you know you would be strong enough to do, if you ever got around to it, he's offering to do. What could the value of that possibly be? Or, to put it another way: How weak would you have to be, to let some other Sinner reach into your guts and pull you straight? He probably charges; definitely there is a price: "That's repulsive."