Mukada and McManus meet with Sister Pete's replacement, who looks like a cross between The Little White Sex Dork and John Oates. And that, my friends, is not a face that's going to make the cover of GQ. Mukada tells him that he just wants Alvarez released to see the kid, because he thinks Alvarez will then realize that keeping his son alive in this condition is cruel. Dorkoates says he needs more time, and on hearing that the doctors want to pull the plug the next day, he says there's nothing he can do. McManus says he doesn't need his permission, and that he'll take the responsibility on himself. Tim, I know you've done two things that I was on board with this episode so far, but nothing is going to make up for what's to come, so fuck off. Dorkoates shrugs all, "What can I do?" Shut up, Dorkoates.

Sad church music starts up as Alvarez is led out of Oz. He enters a room to find an hysterically crying Maritza. Dude, I was almost like that when I put my dog down -- I can't even imagine having to go through that with a child. Alvarez walks in, the moment starting to overwhelm him. Mukada looks on, and I know I was trying to figure out if he or Pete has the suckier job, but he's winning by a lap at this point. A lap of The Amazing Race. Mukada performs the last rites, and we hear the flatline over the music. This can't get much worse, right?

Back in Oz, Alvarez thanks Mukada for all he's done for him, and tries to be philosophical about the baby's death. He says he feels better about himself, and that he never knew he had so much love to give. In fact, he says, he never loved anything before in his life, and it's opened up a whole new part of him. Mukada just looks like his day couldn't possibly get any more abysmal. He rises to go, but before he gets out the door, Alvarez asks him, "Where was God when my son died?" And the day finds a lower place. Mukada: "Same place He was when His own son died."