Enter Busmalis, who announces that Barry Levine is on line two. Glynn, "Who?" Then, "You mean, Barney Levin?" "Yeah, maybe that's what he said!" Glynn grouses, "Well, tell him I'll call him back -- and use the goddamn intercom!". Glynn mutters to Pete about Busmalis's lack of skills. Pete tells him to hire someone from outside. Glynn: "I need someone who is smart, diplomatic and fearless." Leading to the obvious set-up for love interest for poor Glynn. Pete knows the perfect person. Whatever. Her name is Floria Mills.
We cut to Mills, arriving for the interview all flustered and babbling about her car (broke down), the freeway (parking lot), bad bad joke about said freeway, saw a trucker who didn't want to pull up to the prison. I would have been so very "don't call us, Excusa McDrama, we'll call someone else." For some reason, Pete makes a comment about Floria getting the job, and Glynn confirms this as she turns to shriek like a banshee and actually hugs Glynn, which is highly inappropriate and just generally bad and wrong. Cut to Mills making herself at home by walking through the prison with a cell phone, making plans for the warden's conference coming up. She moves and shakes and gets it all done because she is super efficient and annoying, and she will be the love interest, in case you all didn't get the same brick o' sub-plot in your face as I did. She finishes her conversation and walks through the cafeteria, eliciting whoops and hollers from the crowd of lunching inmates. And she loves the attention. McManus looks jealously out through his office blinds to find out just who is causing the commotion and ruining his Taster's-Choice-aromatherapy-candle moment.
Ah, we've reached the scene where we establish the obvious discord in Glynn's marriage, thus leading him down the scarlet-lettered path to Shrieky Von Vapid. She tells him she's taking off for the night as we see Glynn indulging in a glass of whiskey, probably thinking he could have been a contender. Leo: "Good first day." She perks, "Thanks, I had fun." She looks around and starts yapping about redecorating. It goes along the lines of, "With your permission, I'd like to add a few things maybe a plant here, a few pictures of myself oh, just a glamour shot or two. Okay, three. Also, if I could change your outgoing voicemail message to 'Hi, Warden Glynn can't get to the phone right now, because I currently have my claws in him, please leave a message, thanks.'" Well, she may as well have. She stops her nattering to ask, "Unless your wife would mind." He TMIs, "Fact is, this morning, my wife and I decided to separate. "Oh warden, I'm so sorry!" (Except for the "sorry" part, you big lug, wink wink.) She comments on the dreary surroundings and how he should get a hotel room since he has nowhere to go for the night. Doesn't this guy have any friends? "This may sound odd but sometimes the walls around Oz make me feel safe." Nah, that doesn't sound odd at okay, you sound like a dumb-ass. Floria says good-night as she exits the room, going over in her mind all the things she'll need to get in order before the wedding. Oh, and she refers to him as "Warden" again, so he asks her to call him "Leo." He watches her go.