Cut to the visiting room as Carrie changes Jewel into a fresh nappy. The infant is again swathed in pink. Carrie actually looks pretty. Not as trailer as before. Vern enters, she greets him, and he looks down at the wee peanut. I want to squeeze the baby because her cheeks are so chubby and cute. As an egg drops somewhere in southern California, Carrie picks Jewel up and offers her to Vern, who declines to her. "Something wrong?" Vern: "I'm going to ask you some serious questions…and I want the truth." Carrie: "Okay." "Put the baby down." At this point I was scared he was going to hit her, which would have sent me over the edge. She puts Jewel down, and the baby starts to cry. He tells her that it "came to [his] attention" that she worked the streets, and says he thinks she knows it isn't Hank's baby. She starts to protest that she doesn't know for sure that the baby isn't Hank's. She says the day Jewel was conceived, she slept with three men: Hank, and two out-of-town salesmen. She doesn't know which one is the father. She doesn't look pretty anymore. Maybe it was the lighting before. Now she has a face that would make a train back up and take a dirt road. Carrie pleads with Vern, "Don't she look like Hank?" Vern looks at the baby and storms out of the room.