10 PM. The lights go out. Diane is still working, which is a nice little touch that will be expanded on in a few episodes, if I remember correctly. She says to no one in particular. "There's something in the air. And it ain't love." Well, that depends how broad a definition you want to give it, sweetheart.
Shots of people sleeping. We get our first look at an inmate taking a dump (3,265 to go). The dumper is Adebisi, which is quite fitting. Adebisi walks over, and Beecher, on the top bunk, huddles closer to the wall. Heh. Adebisi informs the "prag" that he won't be partaking of, er, what he has to offer. "At least not tonight." Mighty generous, if you ask me. I'm quite sure Beecher will have plenty of time to remember that tomorrow night.
The next day, Beecher munches on an apple in the cafeteria. Schillinger finds him and politely asks if he can sit with him. Beecher neither smiles nor makes eye contact. Well, Adebisi may not have fucked Beecher the previous night, but it looks like Reality finally did. Schillinger holds out his hand and introduces himself, but Beecher still doesn't acknowledge him. Schillinger says he understands, and he saw what was going on with Adebisi. Beecher confides that Adebisi stole his watch, like, who brings a watch to prison? Schillinger says Adebisi pulled the same tricks with him when he first came to Oz. Beecher asks what he did, and Schillinger says he went to McManus and asked him to switch him to another pod. Remember I said earlier that Beecher was like a golden retriever? Well, now he's more of a rainbow trout, flopping on the line. Schillinger warns him not to say that it has anything to do with Adebisi, like, smart sentiment, but what other reason could he offer? Then again, it is McManus he'll be dealing with. All he'll have to do is cry a little. Schillinger goes on that in the meantime, he should wear armor. He lifts his shirt up to reveal sheets of newspaper tucked below. Neat trick. A lot of people on this show could have used it.
Cut to Beecher packing up his stuff. Adebisi smilingly starts to get in his face, but Schillinger opens the pod door and tells him to back off. The smile fades as Adebisi sidles forward and menaces, "Make me back off." Just when it's getting good, however, Diane enters. Man, Diane, I really like you, but I have to give you a minus there. Adebisi blows Beecher a kiss. Hee. I can't imagine what this show would have been like without Adebisi. As they enter the new pod, Schillinger declares, "I'm on top." You said a mouthful, Vern. Hee. "Mouthful." I don't believe Schillinger is still wearing his "armor," which just illustrates the effort he put into luring Beecher into his parlor. Schillinger asks if he's a "Jew," to which the answer is obviously negative, and then models his tattoos for Beecher and says they have to get him one. Beecher declines, but Schillinger, now on his bunk, replies, "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna brand you myself." Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Butt first. Beecher emotionlessly says that livestock get branded, and Schillinger agrees that that's what Beecher is. "Now, Tobias, your ass belongs to me." He caresses Beecher's face. Hee.