Oy. Yet another flashback. Prisoner #03I-462, Lemuel Idzik. Convicted February 2nd, 2003; murder in the second degree. Sentence: Life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. Believe it or not, they even manage to take the footage of Said's death that we've already seen and still make it look like a blind third-grader with Parkinson's disease was holding the camera. Now why would you do that?
As we again return to the present, Leo is escorting Lemuel into Unit J. Once there, Idzik promptly starts ignoring Alvin Yood. Good call, Lemmy. Moving on.
Em City. An angry Omar shuffles his way into Arif's pod and demands the chance to seek vengeance for the death of Kareem Said. You know, I spend a lot of time moderating the forums for this show, and the one thing that never ceases to amaze me isn't the fact that Oz gets more posts than The Sopranos or Six Feet Under, or even the fact that so many rational, intelligent adults are so happily willing to endlessly dissect a two-second penis sighting or proudly declare their unconditional love for various psychopathic murderers to the world at large. No, what amazes me is that the "Omar White: Charming or Irritating?" thread is running almost three to one in favor of charming. You people are seriously messed up. Seek professional help. I mean that. Arif reminds Omar that Said's dying wish was that no harm come to Idzik, but apparently one of the side effects of Omar's toxic exposure must have been a dense, bony growth around his spinal column, because he snarls that Arif doesn't own him, and then stomps off to go try to kill Idzik all by himself.
Unit J. Schillinger arrives to deliver the mail, and it looks like Yood finally got his copy of Swank. It's no Rosie or anything, but he seems pretty happy with it. Schillinger seems pretty happy as well, as he takes a moment out of his busy cart-pushing schedule to personally thank Idzik on behalf of the Brotherhood for killing Said. "But I'm a [cute little] Jew," replies Idzik. Heh. "Well," mutters Vern, "I've always said there's some good use for you people." Like what, exactly? Banking? Running Hollywood? Recapping? Vern asks Idzik why he killed Said, and Lemmy responds with a long, drawn-out physics lecture that my pop-culture-addled brain hears as: "The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding in all of the directions it can whiz. As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know. Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is." Yeah. It doesn't make any more sense to Schillinger than it did to you or me.