Cut to Cyril entering a cell block where some members of Adebesi's gang are lurking about. They trip him as he walks past and attempt to sexually assault him. Cyril goes ballistic and breaks out all kinds of whoop-ass, all the while yelling in an enraged fashion. He beats the hell out of them, and the guards come and struggle to restrain him. He's taken to the infirmary, and Dr. Gloria says he needs to be sedated, and Sister Pete protests, but Gloria's like, "What do you suggest...therapy?" His screaming is chilling. Good scene on Scott Winters's part.

We cut to Ryan bursting through a door and confronting Adebesi with, "What the fuck is going on, Adebesi? We had a deal!" Adebesi tells him to relax, since he's already reprimanded the offenders, and he reassures Ryan it won't happen again. Next, we see Ryan sitting in the doorway to their pod, watching Cyril sleep. Stanislovsky stops to check in. Nothing important is established, except we all know that the cellphone is in his folded newspaper. Sheesh! We hear the strains of a guitar, and in walks Querns, who says "O'Reily, got a question for you." They shut the door.

Stanislovsky with Hoyt in the lunchroom, trading Twinkies for pudding cups. Stanislovsky tells Hoyt that Ryan has ratted them out and they've got to get rid of him. "No thanks, I got a birthday coming up and I don't want it to be in solitary." Next we see Hoyt lifting weights and Ryan leaning over him. "I know Stanislovsky's been talking smack about me, you can't trust him." Hoyt: "I don't trust you." Ryan tells him about the phone; enter Stanislovsky, right on cue. Hoyt pulls a knife. Stanislovsky: "What is going to happen to me now?" Hoyt, grimly: "I'm thinking you might die." As the fight ensues and is broken up, the phone slides across the floor and O'Reily the Wiley scoops it up and stuffs it in his sock. Hoyt is taken to solitary. Naked? Yeah.

Hill, spinning gleefully in his chair as though it's all according to some evil cosmic plan. "Everybody's looking for an excuse for crime." As he intones about something or other, we see a split screen of Hoyt in solitary, with the courtesy of a full frontal shot (how YOU doin'?), and Stanislovsky being put in a cell. And then we fade on up to Ryan, fondling his phone while lying on his bed in the dark.