Down in the hospital, Dr. Nathan is patching up Alvarez while McManus pesters him for details about the fight. Timmy also exposits that Luis The Parole Board Guy has agreed to meet with Miguel, and then offers up his palm in what may very well be the dorkiest request for a high-five ever. God, I hate McManus. ["I would set my life on any chance to mend it, or be rid of [him]." -- Macbeth (Act III. Scene i.)] When Alvarez limps back to Em City, he's immediately accosted by Torquemada, who's traded in his kickin' black boots for a fishnet shirt and flame-red scarf. Man, I totally want to see this guy trading fashion accessory tips with Robson. Now that would rock. Torquemada claims to need Miguel's help in resuming his drug trade, but his real motives are made clear when he finally breaks down and admits that Miguel is "so fucking sexy." "I like straight boys best," he continues before -- wait for it -- LICKING THE GLASS of Miguel's pod. Damn. I'm honestly not sure whether I should be really disgusted or questioning my sexuality right now. The power of the Sex-Eye is not to be trifled with.

The next day, Miguel heads to his meeting with Luis The Parole Board Guy. In case you hadn't already noticed, Luis makes it clear here that he isn't a very nice man, and that he also has some major ethnic self-hatred issues to work through. The upshot of the scene, however, is that Miguel will never get paroled. Ever. "Oh, we'll still go through the procedure," gloats Luis, "but that's just so that each time your number comes up, I can see how much you've ripened." Um, "ripened"? Whatever, Luis. Although I suppose Alvarez has been known to self-fertilize with his own manure from time to time.