Because this is a show that "pushes the boundaries" and "takes chances," Pancamo is inexplicably sitting on the toilet and smoking a cigarette for the entirety of this scene. Well, why not? His podmate (am I supposed to know his name? 'Cause I don't. And I'm sorry) reports some season's past back story: "Ginzberg's dead tomorrow 'cause he killed Antonio Nappa. You wanted him to do it. Doesn't that bother you a little bit? He's dying because of you." Pancamo responds that they chose this life for themselves and have to deal with the consequences therein. But that practicality is simply not existential enough for Podmate, who volleys, "But Chucky. Are you afraid of dying?" He says no. Just then there is a loud crack on the pod window, and Claire bellows for Pancamo to get rid of the cigarette. She walks away. "Her," he says, "I'm afraid of." Ba-dumm.
Over in Schillinger's cell, he has obviously had a cup up to the ceiling so he could hear the Em City television and become unbelievably well-informed as to the facts of Ginzberg's case. He thinks the gas chamber, the method Ginzberg chose, is a good way to die, because "one minute you're sittin' there, breathing in and out, stuff fills your lungs. The next thing you know, you don't know nothing." Other Guy responds, "Instead of a last meal, they should give you one last blow job," while he fondles himself up on the top bunk. 'Cause we're pushing the boundaries and taking chances, is why. And who the hell is "they"?
It's 5 am on Death Row when Glynn, Sister Pete, Ray, and LoPresti enter to fetch Ginzberg. Are any of those four the "they" Schillinger's cellmate was referring to in the last scene? Because I can tell you that my oral pleasure needs would do well to exclude any of those four, especially in the final moments of my life. I'll stick with the meal, thanks. Now put that thing away. Anyway, Glynn attempts to rouse Ginzberg, but they find him lying on his bed, already dead of natural causes. Sister Pete again asserts that he looks "so beautiful," and takes to polishing his nails. Could Death Row be any less fun?