In the present, Adebisi, who's so strung out that he's even discarded his hat, tells Said to kill him. Give him a few seasons there, dude. Adebisi begs for tits. Cut to Adebisi and his gang tied up and detoxing on the balcony. Hill VOs that winning is everything as the lights go out. Said says that it's the beginning of the end, and yells for the hostages to be brought out. The six hostages are lined up and gagged, and very soon, tear gas bombs are exploding. Everyone takes cover as the SORT team moves in. Hill: "Yeah, who cares who lives or dies in prison? We read the names in the morning paper and they mean nothing to us. They're faceless. Truth is, we don't want to put a face on them. We don't want to know who they really are. Because then it might hit too close to home. And home is what it's all about, right? Makin' a home no matter where you are, no matter who you are. At the end of the day, everybody wants somewhere to rest. Somewhere to lay their bones. Even if it's in a land called Oz. Yeah, like Dorothy says when she wakes up in her own bed back at Aunt Em's, there's no place like home. There's no fucking place like home." Hate to wrap up a fantastic season with a mediocre monologue, but it's better than most Hill fare. Peace out, people.