Shut up, Said. Of course the two people farthest from each other as possible on the ideological spectrum would be working together -- just the two of them -- in the library. Boy asks Said whether the Muslim is prejudiced toward him because he is gay. Said says no; after all, he prays day and night for the spiritual salvation of Boy and those like Boy. Boy thinks that makes him even more prejudiced. Said asks just exactly what Boy wants. Boy wants "justice," and the high drama of that line indicates that we would fade into that would be a godsend four-minute commercial break on any other network but this one. But it's not TV. It's HBO. This is a whole lotta show we're right in the middle of right here.

Wow, Shirley. I really like what you've done with the place. Sheer curtains over the cell bars. The bed in a corner complimentary to the light. You being anally debauched by an unknown male presence in a gratuitous grunting sequence occurring entirely in silhouette. Wait, what was the last thing I just said?

Cut to Glynn's conference room, where he speeches the staff about Shirley Bellinger's execution, transpiring "two weeks from Tuesday." She's the first woman to be executed in this state in, like, a thousand years, so he wants them to be prepared for more undue media and protester attention. Officer LoPresti suggests having the death-row cells painted in preparation for the TV cameras. Cut to last week's idiot with a cell phone, Ralph Galino, who has been chosen to paint the cells. He rants about having been a contractor before he was in the slammer, and he doesn't know who decided he was qualified to paint. This subplot seems of the utmost importance, I must say. LoPresti tells Shirley that the warden decided she was free to roam the room while Galino paints her cell. She makes the squeeze as tight as possible when they pass each other entering/exiting the cell, Shirley writhing coyly and apologizing even more so. She talk-show-hosts herself from cell to cell, asking how "Nat" is doing, and he responds that he is working on a new dress. The prisoner in the cell across the way calls Nat "fucking girlie queer bait" (except he doesn't really say "fucking girlie queer bait." Oh, wait, yes he does), and we are to assume Nat is, I suppose, Another Friend of Boy's, if you will. We back-story the evil, evil man in the other cell, whose name is Mark Miles, on death row for the small infraction of systematically shooting his families. As in, the plural. Shirley smirkingly observes that his three counts of first-degree murder "makes [her] feel like a downright amateur." Heh. Shirley gets a little too close with the gold-toothed gentleman in death row cell four, and LoPresti drags her back to her cell as Galino finishes up his paint job. Shirley, you loony bitch, you. You fabulous, guileful, calculating, pertinent, deranged, opportunistic, loony bitch.