Back in Glynn's office, it's announced that Alvarez is being released from solitary. Alvarez promises to behave, but says he can't control what his enemies might do. So, of course, we cut to Chico Guerra, right in the middle of a fight with yet another red-shirt extra. Boy, those extras are getting frisky this week, arent they? The fighters are pulled apart, and Guerra is shipped up to McManus's office, where he's told that Alvarez is coming back to Em City, and that any problems between them will end with Guerra himself getting shipped off to solitary. McManus now brings Alvarez into the office, and orders the two to engage in a touching, heartfelt reunion. They share a brief conversation in Spanish (Alvarez: "My cow has brown spots." Guerra: "This was funnier when Shack did it."), which is then followed by a handshake and a hug, much to the dismay of Morales, who watches from across the tier.
Later, after lights out, Morales and Guerra sit in their pod and discuss the day's events. Guerra admits to getting tired of dealing with all the violent "bullshit" he encounters in Oz, and Morales says he felt the same way after the death of his sister. "What happened to you?" wonders Guerra. "Oz happened," replies Morales. Bullshit. If Oz had happened, he'd be dead. And also probably raped.
Jefferson Keane pops up once again, this time to give some quick Cliffs Notes on Dante's Inferno. "Hell," he says, is a place where "sinners are tormented by a punishment that reflects their crime." I'm again forced to wonder what it was I did to land this particular recapping gig.
Oh, joy. Grumpy Old Cons. It's the next morning, and Busmalis wakes up to find Rebadow still sulking in his bed. We quickly move to McManus's office, where Timmy delivers a few platitudes on grief that would make Pa Kent proud. Rebadow, however, is not moved, and explains that he's become consumed with the idea that the Rebadow name will die out now that his grandson is dead. A quick check of the Internet White Pages reveals that he actually has nothing to worry about, and also demonstrates that upstate New York is home to a disturbingly large percentage of this country's remaining Rebadows. It must be the proximity to Attica. Oh, and while we're off on a tangent, can someone please explain to me what that fucking string he wears around his neck is supposed to mean? I've never been able to figure that one out. In an effort to help take his mind off things, McManus agrees to transfer Rebadow's work assignment to the library.