Mailroom. Schillinger asks Metzger for some "rec time" with Sippel. Isn't Sippel only supposed to be there at night?
Gym. Bright sunlight pours in. Metzger watches as Schillinger and several other Aryans unceremoniously and quite literally nail a screaming Sippel to the floor, crucifix-style without the crucifix. The Aryans leave, but Sippel's still alive. In fact, he looks around like, "Nice prank, guys, but can you take the nails out now? Guys?"
Gloria examines Shirley in her cell. Shirley tells her not to be nervous. Gloria denies that she is, but Shirley says she seems nervous, and adds that it's clear Gloria doesn't touch many women. I have to say that if I wrote fanfic, this would be a pretty good jumping-off point. Shirley gets a few sarcastic barbs in, and then asks if she's well enough to die. Gloria seethes that if she's in fact nervous, it's because she doesn't understand how a mother could kill her own child. Shirley contends that it was an accident, which just further proves to me that she did in fact know that Diane killed Scott Ross. Gloria calls for the guard (he wasn't there the whole time?) and bites out, "The next time I see you, Shirley? I'll be standing over a gurney, about to poke you with a lethal injection." Shirley has no response to that, and Gloria leaves. Once she's gone, Kirk appears and places something on the door. Shirley thanks him, and he walks off with a Butt-head-like "Girls rule!" expression on his face. She goes to the mirror, and we see that Kirk brought her a tube of lipstick, which she applies to her lips. Given how morbid this show can be, he probably got it from the morgue. Ew.
Hill: "What's the opposite of escape?" Recapping? He's being projected again, but this time it's Alvarez in the cage, who looks beside himself. Hill says that it's being sucked deeper and deeper into a place. Cut to the main area, where El Cid is sitting with his feet up, along with Alvarez and Guerra. Rivera comes up and tells El Cid to drop the feet, pronto. He doesn't comply. Rivera has some Hefty bags under his eyes. I'm guessing I know someone who can do something about that. Metzger appears and asks what the problem is, and Rivera says that El Cid's got attitude. Metzger calmly and politely asks El Cid to put his feet down, and with another look at Rivera, El Cid complies. The two stare at each other until Metzger leads Rivera away. Once they're gone, El Cid notes that Rivera is still in possession of his eyes. Alvarez says he's just waiting for the right moment, prompting Guerra to make clucking sounds at him. Hee. Clucking = comedy gold, people. Alvarez and Guerra get in each other's faces until El Cid, in no uncertain terms, tells Alvarez to do the job today. Alvarez leaves. El Cid, you're hella intimidating, but you could be even more so if you lost the Caesar look. I'm just saying.