Because he's quite clearly the worst warden in the history of the American judicial system, Leo is finally convinced at this point that it might be a good idea to call a press conference and go public with the toxic poisoning story. Ex-Wife Ellie, however, isn't really sure that's the best plan. While reporters file in behind them, she and Leo stand off to one side and engage in a heated argument about the wisdom of this course of action. It's not actually heated because they're arguing, but rather because either these two are obviously sleeping together or Ellie has a serious OCD problem when it comes to straightening men's ties. For Christ's sake, she's practically licking his chest. "Here's to full disclosure," sighs Leo as he breaks away and steps to the podium. He reveals the death of Martinez to the waiting press, and Ellie stands by and watches her man perform on one of the little monitors nearby.
You know what's sad? As crappy a warden as Leo might be, he's still a huge improvement over Tim "Meditative Maze" McManus. Can you really blame Ellie for trading her way up the penal scale?
Oh, please. I said "penal," not "penile." You people are sick.
Down in solitary, Claire is taunting Penders and White with the news that Martinez has "bought the farm." Omar, however, doesn't even know what "bought the farm" means, so the news is largely lost on him. That joke is largely lost on me, by the way, even if the forums would seem to indicate that I'm the only one who didn't find it funny.
Meanwhile, Dave Brass is upstairs, cornering Murphy to tell him that Martinez made a deathbed confession fingering Morales as the guy who ordered his tendon to be slashed. Because this plot moves at the speed of Oz (which is just under 186,000 miles per second), the very next shot is of Morales being led into solitary, where he finds himself alone in a cell with Brass, Claire, and Murphy. Oh, that's not good. They quickly bind him facedown and pants-less on the bed, and Brass hovers over his ankles with a switchblade while he does what all good villains do: over-explain. "Martinez cut me right here," he says, "and ruined my chances of ever playing pro ball. And I have this limp. So you see, Enrique, if I only cut the one, you'll limp like I do. But if I cut them both, you'll walk fine." Which of course leads one to wonder why Dave's doctor didn't just trim the other one for him, but it's probably best not to think too much about these things. Two quick flicks of the wrist later, Morales lies screaming in a pool of his own blood and tendon fluid, and Penders and White recoil in horror at the sound. ["Monsieur, I beg your pardon." -- Marie Antoinette, speaking to her executioner after stepping on his foot (guillotined, October 16, 1793.)]