Back in the infirmary, Busmalis does his best Zero Mostel impersonation while he mops the place up and does a little soft-shoe. Alvarez wants to know why the hell he's so happy, and Busmalis tells him that he's getting out of Emerald City. Um, excuse me? He's digging a tunnel. Alvarez pronounces him to be a "bad word, another bad word," and commences once more with the singing and with the dancing with this insistence: "You say that tomorrow, you'll be saying that to my backside." Meanwhile, Hernandez's numerous cronies hand off the offending weapon meant to take down the invincible Alvarez. Cut to Carlos eating lunch in his hospital bed, as narrator Hill catches us up on the who and why: He killed some guys so now he's in jail. Forever. Later that night, a sleeping Alvarez is about to be the victim of an approaching Martinez, but he wakes up just in time to scream for help. Two guards run in to restrain him, and the news is returned to Hernandez with merely a shaking of the head that Alvarez will, at least for this week, continue his lucky streak of chronic non-deadness.
And finally, Murphy is taking nighttime roll call, and Busmalis has failed to materialize. Even Rebadow doesn't know where he is. He was last on duty mopping the hospital floor (we know. We were just there), and Murphy appears to not have much more control over the prisoners than was maintained in the heady McManus days, as he runs off in the infirmary's general direction. He arrives, gun drawn, and enters a closet at the far end of the hallway. Giant hole in the floor. Bye bye, Busmalis. Gloria reenters the infirmary and finds Alvarez AWOL as well. Hill says a final word about obituaries. Which is really, really important. Because we hadn't heard anything about those already.