Robson's happy that the Sicilians are losing power; Schillinger, master of the colloquialism, says they have other fish to fry. As he fondles Franklin's manly bottom, he says, "You know, sweet pea, I like a nice, firm ass. You need to go to the gym." And while you're there, give a message to Adam about his friend Beecher. About what he does with his nice, firm ass, I'm betting.
As they jog together, Beecher asks Adam about his visit with his family. His mom cried, he says. It was embarrassing. Then Beecher, who runs like a girl, tells Adam that he should be glad someone cries for him and that it's time they stop running. And then shoves Adam's head into his groin in a friendly "I told you to stop running, asswipe" gesture, since Beecher needs to get Adam and his precious bum back to Em City before he goes to work for the steely nun. Adam tells Beecher that he needs to become his own man, and that he can't wait to see how he looks in Revlon's popular "Yummy Boyhole" lipstick, which won't smudge no matter how many blowjobs you give. I can't wait either. There's Franklin, doing curls. In curls. "Hey, handsome," he greets Adam, who's disgusted by the woman Franklin has become. "I'm in here because of you," says Franklin, in a non-Muslim way. "I didn't want to rape that girl." Adam's all holier-than-thou about not wearing animal-tested makeup, but Franklin says it's just because he's got Beecher, and is likely paying the same price for protection, just in more understated outfits. Adam, not shy about hitting girls, attacks Franklin.
In McManus's office, Adam says that Franklin "came onto me and I had to set him straight." He's sarcastic as McManus says -- big surprise -- that he's going to be lenient. If I were McManus, I'd slap that arrogant smirk off his face in two seconds flat if he pulled that shit on me. But then, I'd have a spine. Adam trots down the stairs and acts short with Beecher, who puts his hand on Adam's shoulder (big mistake!) and wonders if everything's okay. "Don't be fucking touching me," growls Adam, as he stalks away.
Schillinger, sharing, about "'omosexuality," as he calls it. Looks like a Said-less interaction. Anyway, Schillinger's sorry that, during their last session, he minimized the pain he caused Beecher. Sister Pete, who looks like she just stepped out of a salon (for nuns), looks on expectantly, as Schillinger admits that he abused Beecher when he arrived and wants to apologize. Pete asks Beecher, a frown where his neck used to be, if he accepts. Beecher doesn't know.