Salty trots back to the pod to test his newfound knowledge. "Tell me about Carolyn," he says. Carolyn O'Reily, Ryan's little sister. Carolyn O'Reily, dead girl. Oh, my. Oh, dear. Ryan wants know who told him about Carolyn, but Salty says, "Oh, that doesn't matter. Just tell me your memory of her." And then lightning strikes Salty for being such a pompous ass. Ryan refuses, which also doesn't matter, because Salty already got all the grisly details from Aunt Brenda. Fell out of a crib at six months old, broke her neck, and died. Ryan wants to know why Salty's doing this, and Salty replies that, in addition to finding joy in rubbing other's noses in the worst moments of suffering they've ever experienced, "I've seen how you love your brother, how you're protective of him, yet you're willing to let him die." Why, oh why, will you let him die? Oh, why? Catholic advertising about the swell afterlife worked, says Ryan, but Salty's relentless. Wants to know if Ryan feels responsible, had anything to do with it. Ryan doesn't want to talk, but Salty keeps pushing and pushing and pushing until Ryan finally pops him in the face and starts sobbing as I burst forth with a joyful yelp. And still Salty McPunched refuses to cease. He grabs Ryan's leg before pulling him into his soft belly for a hug. Ryan sobs that he told a priest the truth, but that the priest didn't believe him, BECAUSE PRIESTS HAVE NEVER BEEN THERE FOR HIM BUT NOW ONE IS AND I'M LETTING HIM IN SO EVERYTHING WILL CHANGE.

The elder O'Reily, a real teddy bear of a guy, seems really excited about the media attention he's gotten from Cyril's trial, since it might get him laid, and because he is Crass and Shallow and A Bad Father. The New Ryan wants his father to tell Cyril he loves him, and wonders if the words "I love you" have ever crossed the man's lips. The New Ryan also wants to talk about Carolyn and his father's role in her death. Seems Carolyn had a set of pipes, and spent the majority of the day she died crying, and Pops O'Reily was real drunk. Pops jumps up and spits, "Fuck you," and Ryan tells him to sit own or he'll finish telling his story to a cop. That works. Then Ryan reminds Pops that he started shaking the little girl. And shaking her. And shaking her. Until she stopped crying and went limp. Gee, it's funny you should say that, says Pops, because the way I see it, "she fell out of her crib." Ryan ain't buying, which encourages Pops to take a quick trip to Victim City -- he was abused too, and abuse is like a chain letter, since no one wants it but you feel pressure to pass it along to friends and family nonetheless. So back off with the shakey-shakeys, 'cause you don't know crap. I'll never tell, says Ryan, but then advises his father to "pray to Jesus Christ Almighty Himself that I never get out of this place, 'cause when I do, I'll kill you." Nice work, Dean Winters. That was a genuine threat. Pops looks like he knows it, too.