Claire beats Keller in an edgy color palette. Sister Pete visits a bandaged Keller in the infirmary -- they should hang a "Welcome Home Prisoners" banner, as Benchley seems to be suffering a mass exodus of patients. Sounds like Keller's lost hearing in his left ear. Get it? Sounds like? See what this show's done to me? I need help, I tell you. They exchange small talk; Keller thinks he's going to lose his case, and oh, by the way, "Do you think Jesus was a fag?" I mean, the long hair, the dress, the sandals Pete thinks Keller's trying to provoke and mock her, but he claims seriousness. He's "looking for a role model." Hey, dude, try Posh Spice -- Jesus, Schmesus; Posh is the real authority on spiritual conundrums and world politics. Just ask MTV. Keller wonders, since the Son of God was both human and divine, if the crunchy divine part of Jesus helped control the frosted human part. The part that craved ass. Keller's curious, since he went through life shoving his cock into "any cavity that was open and available" (that's tasty -- thanks so much for the rapid succession of off-putting yet funny mental images). Keller goes on about his life, and Pete looks like she's taking him seriously, which I'm certainly not, so let's just move on, shall we?
In the cafeteria, Beecher looks longingly at Adam as Schillinger fusses with his new conquest's moussed-up hair. Said sees Beecher's concerned face and is drawn to emotional pain like a moth to the flame. He ascertains the sincerity of Beecher's guilt over handing Adam over to the Aryans -- heartless rape and homophobic attack notwithstanding, Beecher claims that his decision was driven by carnal desire. Said agrees, and criticizes Beecher for succumbing to his own appetites. Oh, whatever. Adam richly deserved what he got -- not to mention that the mascara really brings out his eyes, so cut the self-pity crap, ladies. But Beecher goes on about his feelings of responsibility, regret underscored by an excessively quick-cut flashback to Beecher's discovery of a post-rape Adam in the gym, naked, cowering, and looking like the star of a Calvin Klein perfume ad. Said, predictably latching on to self-denial as the path toward redemption, explains to Beecher that he must repent by never allowing himself to see Keller. Ever. Well, gosh, says Beecher, okay. You're so somber that you must be right.