Previously: Ben got zapped, Libby got pissed, Samson got confused, and Scudder got kidnapped.
Lightning flashes as Brother Justin clutches his neck and stumbles through the cornfield of dreams. He falls, and tries to crawl away from his growling pursuer. Justin stops crawling as carnival music starts playing. He looks straight ahead at a spider web sparkling with droplets of water. In the center of the web is a six-pointed star. Then the web turns into the ferris wheel, with the star-shaped lights on its side.
Boo! Justin wakes up on his porch. He rubs his eyes and leans over, crying. Aw, see, Justin doesn't really want to destroy the world. He's just acting out because he has night-terrors. It'll probably turn out that he's just lactose-intolerant, too. There's a natural explanation for everything!
The Carnivàle has halted near a sign welcoming visitors to Wyoming. Aw, and I say welcome to you, expositional signage. I missed you most of all. Jonesy walks over to a truck, climbs up onto the hood and reaches in to grab...some stuff. It's apparently bits of the ferris wheel. He pulls a small bit of wood out and says, "Jumpin' Jesus." Thousands of Deadwood viewers change channels.
Osgood is helping set up camp when Jonesy comes over and asks if he was "on crosspins" yesterday. Osgood says that Samson pulled him to work on something else, and that he's not sure who took over. Osgood pointedly adds that what happened with the ferris wheel was an accident. Jonesy says, "Accident's one thing; stupid's something else."
Ben asks Samson why they're stopping. Samson claims that the vehicles and the people all need a rest, and that now that they've crossed the state line, they should be safe from any cops from "Nebrasky." He assures Ben that they're just going to take a break for one night, and set out again in the morning. He adds, "I ain't gonna lose that bet," and goes off to supervise.
Jonesy accuses Burley of replacing a broken piece of the wheel with a wooden dowel. Burley insists that he didn't do it, but Jonesy goes on berating him until Burley says, "How do you know [that] you didn't do it and forgot about it?" Fisticuffs ensue. Briefly, because after a couple of punches, Samson waves Gabe over. Gabe puts one hand Jonesy's head and one on Burley's and pushes. Burley falls to the ground while Jonesy leans against a wagon, clutching his head. Heh. I do kinda love how Jonesy runs around accusing different people of being responsible for the accident, and fully expecting them to say, "Yup, it was me," but when someone turns that around, he's enraged at the accusation. Burley tells Samson that the fight wasn't his fault, but he's so unused to having the moral high ground that he instantly adds that Jonesy has been "fuzzy-headed since he hitched up with that whore wife of his." Wow, ever since yesterday? Strong words. Jonesy lunges at Burley, of course, but is restrained by Gabe. Samson advises Burley to shut up, and Burley snarls away. Then Samson tells Jonesy that Burley's a "maroon," and tells him to forget about it.
Casa de Creepy. Iris creeps down the stairs to listen to the one-sided conversation going on in Balthus's room. Justin tells Balthus, "He haunts me," and mentions the nightmares he used to have when he was little. "The laughter, the terror, and that wheel -- spinning, endlessly spinning." Aha, he also suffers from vertigo! Justin tells Balthus, "The carnival hides my enemy even as he draws closer." Iris keeps on eavesdropping as Justin grabs Balthus's hands so that they can pray together.
Jonesy marches around a truck only to find Libby sunning herself in shorts and a bra. She squeaks out a friendly hello, and Jonesy immediately throws a blanket on her bare legs and orders her to cover herself. Libby stares at the blanket with some confusion and finally sniffs, "I embarrass you." Jonesy complains that Libby's parading around in her underwear, and Libby points out that she's not parading. Heh. I'm liking her more and more. She points out that everyone around has already seen her body, and Jonesy argues that it's different now that they're married. Her body's different? Good grief, Jonesy, what did you do to her in that field? Libby sniffs that Stumpy doesn't tell Rita Sue what she can wear. Hm. That's the first time anybody's ever made me think that Stumpy might be smarter than Jonesy. Jonesy thinks about that for a while, and then quietly says, "I ain't your daddy," and bustles off as Libby agrees that he isn't.
Cheyenne Motor Court. A hand-held camera wobbles among the motel buildings, like Geraldo Rivera is getting ready to lunge out at someone. Eventually, the cameraman pushes a door open and walks into Varlyn's room. Varlyn is preparing a syringe, and Scudder is tied up and twitching to the sink. Scudder gasps, "Help me," as Varlyn walks over and gives him another injection. Scudder leans back against the wall, and then turns his spooky black eyes toward the camera before nodding out. Then the camera moves up to catch Varlyn's reflection in a mirror. And then we see the mirror at a different angle -- presumably Varlyn's point of view -- and Ben is reflected in it. Varlyn pulls his gun out and whirls, aiming at the empty space in the room where Ben should be. After a second, he lowers the gun and looks around, confused. He sits back on the bed and throws back a drink. Ben enters the frame and watches as Varlyn settles on the bed. Then Ben turns to look behind him.
Ben wakes up from his out-of-body experience, and some blue blood trickles out of his nose.
Ruthie is fast asleep. And then she isn't, exactly. She sits up and opens her eyes, which are glazed over à la Lodz again. Ruthie walks over to her dressing table, picks up a tube of lipstick, and begins to write on her mirror. I hope she writes, "Let's rock."
Jonesy is also asleep. And snoring a little. Libby is tossing and turning to him. She sees the shadow of someone running past the tent. "Who's out there?" she asks. She gets out of bed and snaps, "Quit your foolin' --" and that's when someone grabs her from behind. Jonesy wakes up and gets as far as "Lib--" before he gets socked in the jaw. Another man pulls Jonesy's arms back, and it sounds like they're preparing to handcuff him.
And then we're somewhere else. to a campfire, Libby is crying. A man explains, "You don't know me, do you, carny trash? Your man killed my wife on that goddamned ferris wheel." I think that he's talking to Libby, and referring to Jonesy. It's hard to tell, since we can't see whom he's looking at when he speaks. Jonesy, bound and lying on the ground, says that it was an accident, and gets punched for his trouble. Someone asks if Libby gets "the treatment," too. The widower says, "No! I want her to see." And then he rips Jonesy's shirt off. "Look in horror upon his nipples!" the widower shrieks. "Can ye doubt that there is no God?" And then they pack up and leave, because the saying is, "An eye for an eye, and a shirt for a wife." Well, all right, it turns out that they're just preparing the canvas, as it were. The widower says that he wants Libby to tell all her carny pals "what happens when [they] come in and wreck decent folk." He dips a brush into a bucket of tar heating by the fire. Jonesy yells at them to leave Libby alone. And then he just yells, period, as the widower smears the tar across his chest. Don't worry, though: Jonesy's skin is protected by a thick layer of sweat and dirt. He'll be fine! He sure does scream impressively, though. The man holding Libby grabs her head and tells her that she has to watch, or she'll get something worse. The widower agrees, as he loads up his brush again. Jonesy tells them again to let Libby go. The widower says that Jonesy's got a big mouth, and shoves the tar-coated brush into Jonesy's face. Jonesy, you didn't really have to open your mouth so obligingly there. Also? Ack, ack, ack. Libby has opened her eyes just in time to see what's going on, and screams even louder. Jonesy twitches as the's coated with tar. Someone else rips open a pillow. That's got to be the loser job among the vengeance-crazed. "Steve, you hold back the sobbing wife, Jim and I will torture the husband, and Ralph...um, you can carry the pillow." Maybe he's an intern.
And then it's the morning. Samson opens a map on a truck's running board and shows Ben where Cheyenne is. Ben says, "That's right down the highway." Samson figures that Ben can get there in two or three hours. Ben grabs the map and prepares to hop into the truck. Samson asks, "You sure you don't want to take some muscle?" Ben figures he'll "sneak up on him" better by himself. Samson says, "Strike Lucky." Ben stares back like, "Huh?" Samson nods significantly. Personally, I think he's doing a an impression of Yoda asking for cigarettes, but that's me.
Casa de Creepy. Sofie carries a loaded tray through the house, and then runs into Iris. Iris notices a vase with some blossoms on the tray, and removes it, saying that Brother Justin is a man of "simple virtues, and simple tastes." She places the vase on the dining table and continues, "The toast is dry," and removes what I assume is a small pot of jam. "Coffee black," and there go the cream and sugar. She looks over the much lighter tray and says, "That's better." Sofie thanks her. They stare at each other. I wonder if the scripts read "Sofie: [Stares.] Iris: [Stares.]" For page after page. Finally, Iris asks Sofie whether she's seen Eleanor. Sofie hasn't, but offers to go down to Shantyville and look for her. Iris smirks that Sofie has plenty to do in the house: "You serve at my brother's pleasure." Sofie nods. Iris fussily strokes one of Sofie's hairs into place and finally exits. Sofie waits for a second, and then puts the vase back on the tray before she moves on.
Brother Justin is sitting out in the yard, under a tree. He says, "Once you get past the striking repetition, it's really quite banal. I always thought it was overrated." We then see that he's talking to Balthus. Justin chuckles, "'Blessed are the meek.' Can you imagine?" Hee. I think at this point I'm grading the episodes based on how many times Justin makes me laugh. Sofie strolls out with the breakfast tray, to Justin's evident delight. He singles out the flowers for praise, adding, "Isn't that nice, Norman?" Sofie looks over at Balthus as she pours the coffee. Balthus looks back at her, shifts his eyes toward Justin and then back, and shakes his head a little. Justin says, "He loves coffee." Sofie finishes pouring, and Justin grabs her hand as she sets the pot down. Still holding her hand, he tells her that "Sofie" is a lovely name. He leans back seductively and breathes, "Sofie..." Sofie stares back. Balthus watches. Time passes. Eventually, Sofie asks if there's anything else, and Justin, looking a little disappointed, releases her hand and says no. Exit Sofie. Balthus shakes with semi-suppressed laughter. Justin notices this, and then his eyes turn black as he glares at Balthus. Balthus notices, and looks back with some confusion as he starts to work his jaw uncomfortably. Justin smiles as Balthus finally spits out a tooth, and a long string of blood. Justin puts his glasses on and returns to his studies.
Ruthie is awakened by a knock at her door. She grabs a robe and checks her hair in the mirror, but freezes upon seeing the message that we're not allowed to read yet. The knocks get louder, and Lila starts calling for Ruthie. Ruthie finally opens the door, and Lila immediately asks, "What you got on you?" Ruthie looks down and sees red smears on her hand. Lila's got a sharp eye, I must say. Ruthie stammers that she was cleaning, and asks Lila what she wants. Lila alluringly explains that she brought over some biscuits. Ruthie says that she doesn't like biscuits. Well, that's just crazy. I'll bet Justin likes biscuits. Lila insists, "The Professor's always been partial to 'em." Ruthie asks what difference that makes, and Lila explains, "So maybe you'd like 'em, too." Ruthie closes the door in Lila's face. I know Lila's acting creepy and all, but still. Never reject biscuits. Ruthie walks back across the trailer to look at the mirror. On it is written, "Sofie is the Omega. --L." After staring for a minute, Ruthie wipes the message away angrily and starts to cry.
There's a voter-registration drive going on in Shantyville. Otho's sidekick offers the new voters a shiny Otho button, with a shiny coin hidden underneath it. Iris moves through the tent, asking if anyone's seen Eleanor. Nobody has.
Rita Sue joins Stumpy in the chow tent and announces that Libby and Jonesy are gone. Stumpy calmly notes that their stuff is still in camp. Rita Sue sighs, "It's bad enough our baby married a gimp; now he's a killer, too." Stumpy defends Jonesy, and Rita Sue snorts that she heard Jonesy was drinking. Stumpy does not explain that he's the one who gave Jonesy the drink. His silence about that does incline me a little toward the idea that he set Jonesy up, but I'm not convinced. I believe he's capable of sabotaging the wheel and framing Jonesy just to keep Libby in the act; I'm just not sure he's capable of lying about it very smoothly. Anyway, Rita Sue asks Stumpy why he's defending Jonesy, and Stumpy chuckles, "He is family." Rita Sue asks him not to say that. Stumpy suggests that Libby and Jonesy are just off having a picnic, and reminisces about how he and Rita Sue used to sneak off together when they were newlyweds. Stumpy says, "They'll be back, and when they do, I bet Jonesy's ass is sporting a sunburn." He laughs heartily at his wit.
Vultures soar through the cloudless sky. It was around this point that Johanna called, because I'd left her a message earlier. She apologized for interrupting me when I was busy watching the show, and I told her not to worry about it because, really, this was not a sequence that required much attention. So anyway: vultures. Vultures are awesome. And huge. My grandfather had a ranch in northern California, and once I was riding in my grandpa's truck as we drove past a vulture perched on a fence, and it flew away as we passed. The wings blocked the whole windshield for a second. It was pretty cool. We pan down to two black shapes in the the vast, empty desert. Libby is kneeling by the side of a crumpled, tarred-and-feathered Jonesy. He's not moving. "Oh my lord, if he's dead the forums will go crazy," I tell Johanna. Libby pulls one of the feathers off of Jonesy. He moves his head a little. Not quite dead yet, then. Libby tries to pick off another piece of tar, and some skin comes with it. Ewie. She presses it back into place and tells Jonesy, "I'll stop dancin'. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I promise. Please don't die." Aw, poor Libby. But honey, he was being an ass, really. She lies down with her head to Jonesy's. A wide shot reveals that he's also been tied to a rail.
Expositional signage, ahoy. Ben drives past a sign telling him that he's fifty-three miles from Cheyenne. He notices the vultures circling in the sky.
Iris walks through Shantyville. I must express my admiration for Amy Madigan, because she perseveres even though they give her the most unattractive clothes to wear. On the other hand, she gets to be clean. Although Lila gets to be clean and well-dressed...but then she has to have a beard. I guess it all balances out. Iris stops at a tent and calls, "Eleanor?" Eleanor cowers on her bed inside. Iris enters, and looks around the tent. Eleanor has covered herself completely with a blanket, I guess hoping that Iris won't spot her. Heh. No such luck. Eleanor says that she's very sorry, but that she doesn't feel well. Eleanor jumps as Iris reaches out to feel her forehead. "No fever," she notes, and asks what's wrong. Eleanor says, "I saw the devil." Iris laughs and shakes her head, but Eleanor's insistent about it: "Brother Justin -- his eyes were black as pitch." She adds that she's seen "other things" that she hasn't told anyone about. Iris sternly tells Eleanor to hush, and asks, "What does the Lord say about lying?" Eleanor says that she's not lying, but finally answers, "Thou shalt not bear false witness." Iris says, "That's right!" and smiles like the problem is solved. Eleanor whispers, "I know what I saw," and curls up in her bed. Iris finally says that Eleanor is just overtired and needs a day off. "I have a wonderful idea," she chirps.
The vultures have started to land near Jonesy. Libby throws a rock at one and screams for it to go away. It's kind of Hitchcocky. Especially with Libby's blonde hair. Libby walks back to Jonesy, but then hears a car on the road and runs out to stop it. It's Ben, of course. "Hell," Ben says. Heh.
Ben stops and gets out of the car. Libby runs up and grabs him around the waist. Aw. They are a cute couple. She sobs, "Jonesy's dying!" and pulls Ben out toward her husband. Libby says that they have to take Jonesy to a hospital, but Ben doesn't think Jonesy will survive the trip to Cheyenne. Ben pulls out a switchblade and starts cutting the ropes fastening Jonesy to the rail.
Cut to Jonesy getting placed on the flatbed of the truck. Ben gets into the cab and starts driving while Libby sits in the back with Jonesy.
Ben passes a sign for the Cheyenne Motor Court, seventeen miles away. Then Libby hammers on the rear window. Ben stops and gets out. Jonesy is convulsing, and Libby elaborates, "He ain't gonna make it." Ben looks up to where the vultures continue to circle. Which seems unlikely, but hey. Ben gets back in the truck. I tell Johanna, "Oh, he's gonna make the birds fall out of the sky. That'll be cool." But instead, Ben fidgets and finally turns the truck, driving out onto a dirt road.
A rowboat sits on the shore. Iris and Eleanor sit on the side of the river, having a pinic. I'm surprised they didn't cut the episode so that we cut to this after Stumpy suggested that Libby and Jonesy were having a picnic. That was a perfect set-up. Oh well. Iris says that Eleanor already looks less tense, and explains that she comes to this spot when she feels "alone, troubled, confused." It's amazing we ever see her in the house, if that's true. Eleanor slowly says, "What I saw was almost like a bad dream." Iris agrees enthusiastically. Eleanor says, "You been mighty good to me and mine." She says that Iris was right; she was just tired. Eleanor suddenly says, "I'm a silly old woman," and she and Iris share a hearty guffaw at her thinking that Brother Justin was evil. Eleanor walks out toward the boat, thanking Iris for her sympathy. She cackles, "I can hardly wait to tell Brother Justin!" Iris, following Eleanor, looks concerned and asks what she means. Eleanor loads the picnic equipment into the rowboat as she giggles, "What I saw. The devil. He'll think it's a hoot!" Heh. Iris isn't so sure that Justin will find the humor in the situation, but Eleanor insists that Justin has a great sense of humor. Which he does, as we've seen, but Iris does have a point. Eleanor says, "After all the poor man's been through lately, lord knows he's --" And then Iris whacks Eleanor over the head with one of the oars. We go to a long shot as Iris hits Eleanor a few more times, just to be sure.
Ben pulls the truck to a stop and hops out. He tells Libby, "Help me," and starts to carry a moaning Jonesy off the truck. Once they've set Jonesy on the ground, Ben tells Libby to get in the truck. Libby whines, "You can't leave him!" Ben snaps that he isn't, but Libby is. He orders her to drive back to the highway. "You lock up all the windows, you lock the doors. You wait for me. Whatever you do, don't get out." Libby snifflingly asks what the heck Ben's on about, and Ben bellows, "Somethin's gonna happen here!" He says that there's no time to explain, and that he doesn't want Libby to get hurt, so she has to go. He shoves her toward the truck, and Libby gets in. Ben yells some more, and Libby drives around the...court that goes to nowhere, and heads back to the highway. Well, that's odd. The road, I mean.
Over the loudspeakers in Shantyville, Otho explains that the President is "an agent of the international Shylock."
And in the Tent of Jericho, Otho elaborates on that idea. Balthus sits in the front row, with an Otho button pinned to his jacket and a disgusted expression on his face. Sofie strolls through the audience as Otho declaims against communism, fascism, and modernism. So he's either opposed to geometric forms and subjectivity, or someone's confusing the Methodists with the Catholics again. (Please don't send me your thesis on Modernism. It was just a joke.) Iris hurries into the tent and takes a seat on the dais to Brother Justin. Otho urges a hurrah for Americanism, and the Shantyvillians cheer obligingly. Sofie looks around at the whooping crowd. Justin claps politely as he asks Iris, "Where did you disappear to?" Iris looks a little frightened as she answers, "Merely doing your duty." Justin smiles and says that it was time well spent, and then asks where Iris found Sofie. Iris says, "The camp. Why? Isn't she working out either?" Heh. Justin assures Iris that Sofie's face is "inspiring."
The crowd finally quiets as Otho declares that he's running for Congress. Justin stands, shakes Otho's hand, and takes his turn at the podium. He opens with "Blessed are the poor in wallet, for theirs will be the kingdom here on earth." Heh. He goes on to say that the migrants are "the true Americans." The crowd cheers. Sofie smiles an itty-bitty smile. And: "Blessed are the righteous, for they shall be rewarded...in Washington!" Otho raises his hand in a V-for-victory. In the front row, Balthus looks around unhappily. Then he sees that to him is a cop, with his holstered gun sitting there temptingly. Justin speechifies that they are the truth and light, and then there's a gunshot. The bullet ricochets off the Radio KoZAK microphone, which, incidentally, has been joined by microphones for other stations. Radio KAOS is not among them. Justin just barely blinks in reaction, a woman screams, and Otho dives down onto the floor. In the audience, two cops and one of the Okies try to wrestle the gun out of Balthus's hand. A photographer takes a picture as more Okies rush up to help. And in moments, there are a dozen people swatting at Balthus. Soon Balthus is hidden in a crowd of people clobbering him. Justin looks at the mob and bellows, "I command thee, stop!" Everyone freezes and looks up at Justin. He hops off the dais and pushes the Okies out of the way, snapping, "Get away. Do not touch this man!" He bends over a crumpled Balthus as everyone watches silently. After tenderly pulling Balthus's head into his lap, Justin looks around and says, "Blessed are those that understand and forgive." Sofie watches as the crowd praises Justin's munificence and begins to applaud. Sofie finally starts clapping enthusiastically. Justin straightens Balthus's jacket to show the Otho pin on the front as the photographer snaps another picture. Heh.
Beautiful shot of Ben silhouetted against the sky as more vultures circle above him. Jonesy stares at the camera with one un-tarred eye, and wheezes.
And then one scene from Jonesy's life passes before his, um, eye. I hate this part. I think it's cheesy and boring. So Jonesy sees himself throwing a pitch in the middle of the desert. We hear a crowd faintly, and an umpire calls, "Ball three!" The coach and catcher step onto the mound. The coach says, "Bases loaded, three walks in a row. You're done, Jonesy." Jonesy says he can get one more strike. The coach gets echoey as he says, "You walk this guy, you walk home." The coach and catcher leave. Jonesy shakes off the catcher like he's Nuke LaLoosh, and then finally throws the pitch. We go into blur-o-vision as the umpire announces, "Strike three!" And the crowd goes wild. Jonesy jumps around happily. God, I hate sports.
Jonesy mumbles incoherently, and Ben tells him, "Don't try to talk." Ben sits down on the ground and lowers his head as the vultures circle lower and lower. One lands a short distance away. Seriously, this is faster than driving to Cheyenne? It's almost sunset now.
Casa de Creepy. Brother Justin is in Balthus's room, giving him a stern talking-to. He says that he's very disappointed in Balthus, and asks, "Do you really hate me so?" From his bed, Balthus looks up and nods as vigorously as he can. Heh. Justin sits on the bed and sighs sadly about how confused Balthus is: "You had your chance to kill me, and you failed." He tucks Balthus in.
Ben lifts his head a little and peers around at the vultures that have mostly landed now in a wide circle around Jonesy. Wah, I wanted a rain of birdies. And it would have been great if one of the vultures fell out of the sky and landed on Jonesy's head, killing him instantly. Come on, that would have been hilarious. Ben slowly moves over and puts his hands on Jonesy's head and chest.
Justin suddenly hunches over and falls onto the floor in Balthus's room. He moans and flails his arms around, trying to grab something. Balthus tries to turn his head to see what's going on. Justin goes on convulsing, and Balthus smiles a little. Justin relaxes and pulls himself back onto his feet, looking disgruntled.
Ben sits back, tired out. Jonesy looks up at him. He's still coated with hardened tar, but his face is all healed. "Hawkins?" he gasps. Jonesy sits up and looks around as we see the sad little feathery piles of dead vultures on the ground. Aw. And then a magical vulture swoops in and digs up some worms, and heals one of the dead vultures, which kills the worms, who call up their magic wormy avatar, who....Oh, never mind. Jonesy peels off the tar that was covering his left eye and looks at it quizzically. Then he looks at Ben for a while.
A little later, Jonesy's on his feet. He asks, "You did this? That's impossible." Ben smirks, "Everything's impossible, till it ain't." Well said. Jonesy guesses that Ben really is a healer, and Ben says, "That's part of it." Jonesy paces back and forth in the dirt as he asks if Ben's a saint. Ben says no. Jonesy figures Ben's not an angel, either. Jonesy continues pacing around aimlessly as he peels more tar off his body. After some staring into space, Jonesy suddenly turns and gasps, "You son of a bitch!" He runs at Ben, asking for a knife. I love how Ben jumps up like he thinks Jonesy's going to attack him. Nice moment. Jonesy kneels down, repeating his demands for a knife, and Ben realizes that he's not in trouble. He hands over the knife, and Jonesy cuts his leg brace off. We see Jonesy's bare, unscarred knee. Jonesy rubs his knee and grins, then tosses the knife back to Ben as he starts chuckling and running around. "Woo!" says Jonesy. This goes on a while.
Balthus lies in his bed. Iris enters and whispers, "Norman." She closes the door, pulls a chair to the bed, and sits down. Iris quietly says, "I was proud of what you did today." She praises Balthus's courage and explains, "Only you and I know his true nature. Our knowledge is his weakness." She says that they'll have to keep it a secret, and adds that she's done her part to make sure nobody else knows. More firmly, she says, "We will choose our time, Norman. Then we will expose him." She says it'll be their secret until then. Iris leans over and rests her head on Balthus's belly as she hums a song.
Libby sits in the closed-up car, her head leaning on the steering wheel. Then she looks out the window and boggles. She steps out of the car and walks out toward Ben and Jonesy, who are approaching the highway. Libby runs over, and Jonesy sweeps her into a hug. Libby looks at Jonesy's unburned body, and then she and Jonesy turn to look at Ben, who's carrying Jonesy's leg brace.
Sofie stands in the living room, staring at Brother Justin, who's reading. Justin turns as Sofie quietly asks, "How could you forgive him?" Justin says that Balthus was like a father to him. Sofie says that makes the betrayal worse. Justin says, "That is why forgiveness is even more important." Sofie says that Justin's a great man, but he modestly says that he's just a man. Justin tells Sofie, "It is grace that makes us great." He walks over to Sofie and asks her to sit by him on the couch. She does. Justin tells her, "I want you to forgive everyone. Anyone that's ever harmed you in the past." Sofie says that she can't. Justin insists, and offers to help. He kneels on the floor, and pulls Sofie down to kneel in front of him. He clasps her hands inside hers as he says, "Let us pray." Sofie closes her eyes and lowers her head against their hands.
time: I think Jonesy got a new, clean shirt! Justin gets ready to kill someone, and Iris and Balthus conspire. I think it's hilarious that the season finale airs on Easter.