After Alvarez's opening remarks, the parole management firm of Blazer, Blazer & Pantsuit begins the real hearing. Alvarez kindly gives them permission to ask him whatever they want. Each board member tackles a different Alvarez incident in a manner meant to rankle (and rankle it does) -- the culmination being the probing question, "What the fuck makes you think we should set you free, you little prick?" Of course, "Why Yes, I Do Have Rage Management Issues" Alvarez lunges for the offending questioner, which triggers a Madonna-style retrospective of Alvarez in action. As Alvarez is led into solitary, bitching and moaning, McManus stands and glares, clearly disappointed, looking very stern. Then Kirk starts pleading. Then Cyril. Then Stanton. Then Penders. Then Martinez. McManus, overwhelmed by the outpouring of support, puts his hands to his ears, yells, "Calgon, take me away!" and walks out as the pleading swells to a roar.
From McManus's failures to Gloria's -- she's standing over Pancamo's almost-dead husk, sucking her thumb and trying to look like she cares. McManus walks in, lured by the aroma of self-pity, and gushes about how Gloria owes him a drink and he really needs a drink and is she ready to go have a drink because did he mention he'd like a drink? Gloria decides that she'd rather gaze longingly at someone who doesn't know she's in the room than have a drink with McManus, which I think is the right decision. McManus tries to banter. Gloria really wants to wallow, and to explain why she's wallowing, but will settle for a cup of coffee. They curl up and get comfortable in a bland office, and McManus asks if Gloria has yet had the pleasure of meeting his wife, uh, his ex-wife. Nunca, says G.Na. Well, says "I Love A Pity Party" McManus, the ex wouldn't up-end her life to follow my own personal Very Important Dreams, so I, of course, bailed on her ass. But I feel so guilty, and it feels so bad, and why do I have to suffer so, and what if? Gloria moans, "Don't talk to me about regret, I own the patent," and then McManus interrupts, because he does have a point, really, and he's going in a direction, really. After marching in the parade of failures in solitary that afternoon, McManus consoled himself by thinking about Omar White, who they did -- really, really -- turn around. They saved him. And that one life makes everything worth it. And the timer on the bomb of Omar White's meltdown begins ticking away.