The realization dawns quickly, however, and Rebadow makes a beeline to McManus to complain. McManus, wary for about four seconds, realizes that, as Brass bolted Oz and jumped on a plane without visiting his locker or -- and here's the clincher -- punching out, Rebadow just might be telling the truth. He picks up the phone and starts to get to the bottom of things.

Hill sits in his wheelchair inside a spinning pod along with lots of massive, numbered ping-pong balls, which looks pretty cool. Rebadow stands behind him, stone-faced. Maintaining the fortune-teller motif, Hill talks about being lured into a storefront, knowing that it's all bullshit, yet hearing the one thing that you really want to hear, and then beginning to hope that she (yes, "she" again) actually knows the truth.

Dave Brass accepts his really big two-million-dollar check, and informs the world that he's a C.O. at Oz. Or he used to be. He quit. Rebadow looks livid. He then looks livid in a closer shot. And a closer one. And a closer one. Until we're counting his eyebrow hairs while feeling dizzy from the rapid cuts. In the gym, Terry Kinney jumps rope, perhaps as penance for the last scene. Murphy walks in and asks if anyone has heard from Brass. Nope -- no one. Not his family, not his sure-to-be-a-sad-case girlfriend. He left the lottery office and hopped a plane. Murphy says that Brass was understandably excited upon winning, and that he'd have screwed just about any of the inmates, but that Rebadow, with a dying grandson, is an exception. Murphy thinks Brass's decision was "dead-of-winter cold." McManus counters that "Brass was a good guy" -- "was" being the operative term. McManus says he got to know Dave Brass when they were ballers, but he's so deluded that nothing he says is worth much, and he's feeling guilty about Brass, because, as usual, it's all about him, since he opened his big mouth, and because McManus forced Brass to come to Oz, even though he had a "big pair of gigantic NBA tits in his face." They must have been really huge -- but what does an NBA tit look like, anyway? Murphy tells McManus to shut up since Dave Brass filled out an application, and that working in a maximum-security prison comes with some fairly obvious risks, and then they talk some more but I'm not listening. I'm wishing that Murphy would tell McManus that he is to blame, instead of talking McManus out of his guilt, which is exactly what he wants.