Said sits at the head of table where some other Muslims pretend to converse as the Sicilians, led by Schibetta, march into the room. Schibetta secures permission to sit and lays out his argument for Said -- something about how they both want the Nazis "dented," I think, whatever that might mean, and Said plants himself firmly in non-Schibetta's camp by denying Schibetta's request, because "here in Oz, you will always be known as one of Adebesi's bitches. No matter what you do, you cannot change that." Schibetta maintains that he can too change that; Said wishes him good luck, and Schibetta gets up to leave. Then the other Sicilians, with not-Schibetta as their mouthpiece, lay it on the line: Said's right, and they're not going after the Aryans until Pancamo gives the word. Sucks for you, dude. Take it up the ass one time and you're forever branded. An entire career sacrificed for one moment of passion. A shot of Schibetta pummeling a punching bag lets us know that he's mad and ready to blow. No pun intended, of course.
Schillinger and Robson show up to pick up the pool table from the Aryan repairman; while they shoot the breeze, Schibetta walks in for something and is told to wait. Words are exchanged, and Schibetta pulls a knife from under his shirt and charges Schillinger in the lamest -- and least strategic -- stabbing attempt I've seen yet. If that's all Schibetta has to offer, then he is a wuss, rape notwithstanding. He looks like a pirate in a high school play. The Aryans, of course, subdue him, and as Robson and Schillinger drag him over to the refurbished pool table, lightning prepares to strike twice. Schillinger says, "I always wondered. Was Adebesi's dick bigger than mine? You be the judge," as he sticks his hand in a tub of brown goo -- really unappealing looking lube. Schibetta screams, to no avail, but we're spared the sight of his second rape and cut straight to the infirmary, where Dr. Nathan tells Pete that she stopped the bleeding but he's in pretty bad shape. As Pete instructs the orderlies to take Schibetta to the psych ward, Pancamo looks on from the next room, shaking his head in dismay and disbelief. Wow. Poor guy.