In the psych office, Leo fills Ryan in on the details of the outburst; Gloria explains that she gave Cyril some Haldol and reminds him that drugs are only a temporary solution. Pete fills out the background in celadon. Yeah, well, "we don't need a long-term solution," says Leo, since I Am Sam's heading for death next month. The reality of Cyril's bye-bye suddenly hits Ryan, as Leo brings up the need to discuss Cyril's preferred method of execution. "Lethal injection," says Ryan, so he can just go to sleep. Not so simple, says Gloria, but Ryan isn't interested in details. Not so fast, interjects Pete. "Up to this point, you've resisted all our attempts to help your brother," snaps Sister Sanctimony. "You should know what his last moments will be like." O'Reily can visit The Other Sister once the latter chills. Speaking of The Other Sister, how the motherfuck did that movie get made? Did I already ask this? Because it's a question that haunts me.

Rita Moreno and Betty Buckley are on television, promoting the Auswahlde Players production of What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?, starring them. And talking about Cyril, whose IQ of fifty-one stands as one of the lowest of any condemned prisoner. It also qualifies him for a limitless field of high-paying careers in management. Ryan stands and leaves his front-row seat, stopping to inform The Father Of Spunk that no amount of press conferences will save Cyril. Salty says something pithy yet uplifting about the power of prayer that sounds for all the world to me like fingers scraping across a chalkboard. Ryan responds, "While you're at it, why don't you suck my dick?" Crusty McPooter purses his lips to show that he thinks a quick nip at the staff of life might be quite a lark, indeed.

At the piano, Suzanne drowns the futility of her life in a bad song. Salty prances in, puts on a show, and demands to know the intimate details of Ryan's life. Because he's a priest, Suzanne wants to help. But -- oops! -- she abandoned Ryan when he was, like, an hour old, and has only resurfaced recently, and she's focused less on actually getting to know her son than on a lost cause for someone who isn't her son. Oh, gosh, that's okay, says Salty. Could you just point me to someone else in the family who'd be willing to unearth all the sordid details of Ryan's unhappy life to a meddling man of God? But of course, says Betty Buckley. Try calling his aunt Brenda -- she's got the loosest lips this side of the Mississippi. And squawk she does -- just listen to the triumphant swagger of Salty's "yes, we're doing everything we can for Cyril" before he hangs up the phone.