And, of course, we cut from the word "pussy" to a shot of Cutler sodomizing Robson in their cell. And how exactly did it become "their" cell, anyway? Did Robson put in for a transfer? Is Leo in the habit of letting inmates pick their own cellmates? You know what, I don't want to know. I also don't want to know why it is that out of all the millions of possible things about this scene I could find disturbing, it's the pantyhose wrapped around Robson's face that's really creeping me out. ["Everyone else who saw the hose and drawled at their TVs, 'Son, you got a panty on yore head,' raise their hands. Just me? Okay, then." -- Sars] Cutler brings this little bout of rambunctious sex-play to a close by delivering a pair of particularly nasty punches to Robson's exposed flank, in a shot that required either several dozen takes or yeoman's work by someone in the make-up department to produce a credible bruise. As they sit up to bask in the afterglow, I'm forced to partially amend my recaplet and say that while there still wasn't any full-frontal nudity in this episode, we do catch a quick dorsal view of Robson doubly-circumcised penis, for those of you who care about these things.
Which is pretty much all of you, apparently. Robson peels the pantyhose off his head, and oh-so-subtly suggests that they try "B.C.P." (breath control play) the next time. Cutler isn't interested at first, but when Robson's description of the practice includes the phrase "it feels like God himself is swallowing," he quickly changes his mind. Oh, Wolfie, Wolfie, Wolfie. Don't you watch Six Feet Under? I mean, they certainly watch you. Where's that HBO synergy when you actually need it?
Sister Pete's office. Robson kicks ass in this scene, especially when you realize that he's not just pouring his heart out convincingly, but also setting up the perfect murder. "I told you that shit about my dad," he confesses. "Well, in many ways I've become him. I mean, I've done shit to guys that I'm not proud of. But in other ways, I'm still that little boy getting fucked in the shed." Aww. Sort of. Robson goes on to say that he's worried about Cutler, because "sometimes his mood gets so dark, I think he might do himself." Sister Pete, who once again probably should know better, buys this story hook, line, and sinker, and promises to set up a meeting with Cutler as soon as possible.