"Linebacker" Howell charges up to Ryan, in full cafeteria drag, and tells him that the jury's in. Ryan then charges into the all-purpose neutral-toned meeting room to find Pete, Katherine, and Cyril wearing somber, nervous expressions. When Pete rises and expresses her condolences, I pop the cork on a bottle of bubbly and celebrate Cyril's impending demise. Ryan pulls up a chair and sits down next to Cyril, who forces him to kiss Jericho The Stinky Sock Puppet (who's apparently not lived up to his potential to transform Cyril into an idiot savant). Katherine assures Ryan that she'll plead for clemency, but he waggles an "oh no you don't sister" finger. Pete voices confusion, but Ryan says, "No appeals, no clemency," and then tells the ladies to scoot. Cyril wonders if there's a problem, but Ryan assures him it's just the opposite -- "You're getting out of here, kid," says Ryan, as he envelops his brother in a hug. "You're gonna be free." And so will I, in just one week.
Betty Buckley disagrees with Ryan's decision not to appeal. Ryan explains that, until now, their lives have sucked, and a lifetime in Oz sucks even worse, and that an eternity of nothing beats life on this set, with this crappy script, and you playing my mother. You must live all your days with this decision, Luke, says B.Bu, apparently not reading that Ryan's just pretty much said that he should probably commit suicide himself. So it's no surprise when he says that he can deal. Betty thinks otherwise, because she knows him. Ryan flares up and asks, "You think you know me?" But you have no idea. And then he really lets her have it, as she sits all stoic. She calls after him as he scoots his break-dancing ass offstage, wearing a boss purple jersey, but he's madder than hell and not gonna take it anymore.
The Coalition To Do What's Right Without Concern For The Opinions Of The Actual Individuals Involved convenes its first meeting, with Salty declaring that Cyril's case must be won in the food court of public opinion as Pete, Betty Buckley, and The Lone Lawyer listen, rapt. Earnestness. Repellent. Katherine pipes up that the Supreme Court said that killing the retarded is fine, since they're different than we are. Salty climbs higher on his pedestal and enthuses, from behind eyebrow shrubbery, that they must prove that even the most death-mongering Americans want to spare the dim. Uh, yeah, good luck. Betty gets excited about the thought of arousing the media, and then Salty mobilizes Pete with orders to put out a press release about the nuances of Cyril's noggin and Katherine gets all self-righteous about her shoddy work. Betty wonders if they can really do it; Salty says something trite and pat about the Lord and the Law, and Pete falls completely under the spell of Salty's can-do bravado.