So Beecher heads to McManus and asks to be transferred to another work detail. McManus explodes, annoyed with Beecher for asking for a change so soon after begging for mail duty. Mail just doesn't allow me to maximize my innate gift for maudlin self-pity, explains Beecher, but McManus isn't buying, especially after Beecher eagerly jumps at the only available slot -- in the dress factory. Uh, where they do what? Manufacture Gunne Sax? Kathie Lee Gifford's line, now that child labor's no longer trendy? Whatever. McManus tells Beecher, loudly, that he's stuck with mail until he can come up with a good reason to switch jobs. So, Beecher toddles off to deliver some more mail and immediately violates his self-imposed Keller boycott by gazing at Keller through a window in the infirmary as he induces a nurse to nod methodically.
Next it's off to Sister Pete's, where Beecher meets his replacement, the grizzly old sheriff from Unit B. Alvin Something. In a crushing blow to Beecher's manhood, Alvin Something calls him "a dolt" for relinquishing the Pete gig. Beecher wants to leave a note and to request that she call a meeting with Adam. "For what?" wonders Alvin. "She'll know when she sees him," says Beecher. Since the stench and stain of Adam's rape will be visible to all who encounter him. Alvin "Chicken Soup For The Soul" Something tells Beecher not to take any wooden nickels. Oh, fuck you, Grandpa.
Franklin approaches Adam to apologize for letting the Aryans rape him. Uh, okay, Franklin, since it was all on your say-so. Whatever gets you through the day, girl. They look like they should be wearing poodle skirts and discussing prom. Adam, all perky like Mary Lou Retton with dainty hair clippies, concurs that Oz will indeed fuck with one's head. Franklin claims that they've got to stick together to survive as Pepa shows up and tells Adam that Pete's just granted him an audience. As Adam heads for the convent, Schillinger warns him not to discuss his intimate details with Pete, and to clean off that fucking make-up because you are not leaving this house looking like a floozy.
Adam, freshly-scrubbed, stands in front of Pete and refuses to crack. She tries another route, asking about his relationship with Beecher. Ain't got one, he says. When she explains that Beecher suggested this meeting and cares deeply about him, Adam calls him a "lying cocksucker." That's rather apt, actually. Pete wants to know why Adam thinks Beecher's a liar, but Adam tells her to ask the liar, which is probably not a good idea, since a liar lies, which must drive Sister Nosy mad.