Next day, Rebadow wakes and stands to wash his face. Busmalis regards him from the top bunk and asks when he plans on speaking to him again. Rebadow leaves without a word, and we hear the call for everyone to line up for count. Rebadow lines up next to Keller and asks how Beecher is. "Not good," Keller replies before the guard doing count tries to get Beecher to rise from his beaten state on the bed and line up. When Keller ask why he can't just leave him alone, the reply is, "Rules is rules." Oh please. Rebadow says, with excellent delivery, "Fuck you." Guard, in disbelief: "What?" Rebadow, with an air of satisfaction: "Fuck you and your rules." The whole place erupts with glee over this exchange and the score is Rebadow two, Guard nothing. Rebadow continues, "The man's children have been kidnapped, his son's hand cut off -- why can't you leave him alone?" Murphy tells the guard to move on. The place cheers again. Go Reba!
Cut to Rebadow in Sister Pete's office. "A few years ago, I was attacked. The bruises healed but the fear didn't." Sister nods with understanding. "Killing Hernandez made me feel...alive. And not afraid to die."
Ryan and Cyril in the weight room. Rebadow approaches Ryan and says, "Teach me!" Ryan, "Teach you what?" "Teach me to defend myself!" Ryan tells him with half amusement, half annoyance that he has neither the time nor the interest, but then we hear Cyril pipe up that he'll teach him. Ryan snaps at him, but Cyril just says, "I can if I want." Can't argue with that. Cyril begins instruction, and it's kind of interesting the way that not only Ryan allows it, but that Cyril defied him. Later, in the lunchroom, Rebadow is enjoying his lunch when all of a sudden, your token lunchroom bully walks up and demands his pie. Rebadow says no. Bully says if Rebadow doesn't give up the pie, he'll break his old ass in two. Rebadow says, "Okay." And he delivers the pie right to Bully's face. Everyone in the lunchroom cheers, but Busmalis looks on disapprovingly.
Cut to Keller entering the love-pod to give Beecher an orange he swiped from lunch. Beecher is sitting up in his bed staring at a spot just below his knees. Keller puts the orange in Beecher's hand, and Beecher squeezes it until it squirts and throws it against the window. Hill, outside at a table, says, "Nothing like fresh-squeezed orange juice." Busmalis, at the same table, laments that sharing a cell is like being married and how Rebadow has changed, and after a certain age, people shouldn't change. He clams up toot sweet when Rebadow walks by without so much as a sidelong glance. Rebadow goes to see Morales and reminds him of their deal. He killed Hernandez so he gets to collect a favor from Morales. Morales agrees, and asks what he wants. Rebadow wants to kill someone else. Morales regards all four of Rebadow's heads as Busmalis peeks in the window.