Pete brings Jericho to Cyril, which makes him happy. As she leaves, Ryan stops her to confide that he's changed his tune and will now do anything he can to save Cyril. Well, zippidee-do-da-day. Ryan then visits Cyril, and they love each other, and the trumpets swell, and then they activate their Wonder Twin powers, which engulfs Hill in smoke.

Oh, never mind, it's a monologue. Drugs cause impotence. Smoking causes impotence, which I already know from those droopy cigarette anti-smoking ads. It causes penile artery clogs. Ew.

Hill's leaving the infirmary, but he's not out of those woods yet. Gloria threatens to clean out his catheter herself if she hears of hygiene neglect, and then they both chuckle awkwardly when they realize what she's just said. Back in Hill's pod, Poet grovels for a minute before Hill tells him to get to the point, so Poet pretty much begs Hill to stay quiet about where he got the drugs. Since, to cover his ass, Poet sacrificed DeSanto and the treaty with the Latinos, and he doesn't really want the truth circulating at this late date. No worries, says Hill, "I won’t rat you out." He's taking responsibility for his own choices, so the buck stops right there. Poet thanks him and says that if he, Poet, were a girl, then he, Hill, would be getting some tongue. Hill says, "If you was a girl, you'd be butt-ass ugly." That's so funny. And so true. I just laughed out loud.

Redding and Morales engage in a staring contest as they leave solitary. McManus lowers his office shades as he expresses a desire to get the truth, even as he knows that he won't get it. So he'll settle for a nonviolence pact. Morales agrees. "Johnny Appleseed" Redding agrees, lamely. Morales leaves, and McManus asks Redding to confirm that Morales supplied the drugs to Hill. Maybe, says Redding, but I just can't be sure. McManus wants to know who it was, and Redding assures him that Hill will cough up the full story in short order.