McManus tells a still-restrained Beecher that he has to go back to drug counseling or he'll transfer him out of Em City. Pete chimes in that they're trying to help him, and McManus adds that if he's afraid of Schillinger, he'll place Beecher in protective custody. Beecher's response: About ten repetitions of the exclamation "Fuck off!" punctuated by one "You fucks!" Well, what do you expect when you talk to someone who's coming down from a PCP experience? Cover your ears, Sister Pete. Fuck off, McManus!

Blah blah blah Hill-cakes.

Ryan's mopping the floor of the main area when Schibetta appears and informs him that his days with the "bucket brigade" are over. They walk, and Schibetta tells Ryan that Ortolani ran the kitchen "like a Swiss watch," and that D'Angelo and Markstram were good as well, but Adebisi isn't focused and "abuses the privilege." That explains all those goose-stepping dishwasher boys, anyway. Schibetta's typically belabored point is that Ryan is now in charge of the kitchen. That's going to go over like a ton of bricks. A ton of bricks carried by Rebadow. Soon after, Adebisi splutters that he runs the kitchen, but Schibetta is all, uh, no, as he's seeing rotten fruit, cold entrees, and excessive spending. My guess is that Schibetta wouldn't give a rat's ass as long as his own personal strawberries were fresh and his veal was tender and hot, but I certainly don't find it a stretch to think that Adebisi is taking whatever he deems "fresh," "tender," and "hot" for himself. Adebisi says he won't work with Ryan, but between that and being sent back to the "sweat shop," he chooses to be under Ryan, which, you can imagine, is not a place that I'd complain about visiting, for quite some time if asked. Ryan smiles and orders everyone back to work. Later, in Schibetta's pod, Adebisi complains that they were supposed to be partners. Schibetta says they still are, and lauds Adebisi's handling of the drug trade, but says the kitchen is Ryan's, and that he'll do a great job. Adebisi gets a maniacal look on his face as he asks, "You wanna bet on that?" If you listen carefully, you can hear a little "Cuckoo!" in the background.