Slowmar goes off on Robson, as Said yells, "Omar, come here!" Slowmar knows he's not supposed to fight, he says, but he doesn't really appreciate the way Robson addresses him. Said yells again, louder and with more emphasis (who knew such a thing was possible, but Eamonn Walker pulls it off), and a few of the gathered inmates go, "Woooooooo," and Slowmar suddenly realizes that it's true, all of it, that he is a slave, he is, he really is, and moves his hand around his head like he's brushing away the flies, knocks over a chair, and flails his way up the stairs, as Said glowers in Robson's general direction and everyone else stands in folded-arm disinterest.

But that trauma doesn't keep Slowmar from singing a song that sounds nothing like "Swing Low Sweet Chariot," unless this is the mythical lost verse about hand-holding fun in the sun. Reggie the Drug Dealer, using a mop and bucket in a cunning undercover move, comes a-knocking, and tells Slowmar that he sings "like shit," although I think Slowmar's throaty singing is infinitely preferable to his speaking voice. Slowmar makes the handoff; Reggie's face falls as he turns around to see Said approaching, with his somber-ray in full effect. Said throws open the door of Slowmar's practice closet and demands to know what Reggie, "a major drug dealer in Unit C," was doing in Slowmar's room. Not fooled by Slowmar's quick-witted reply about Reggie's fandom, Said closes the door and gets very close to Slowmar's face. Said intimidates Slowmar into admitting that he's selling drugs; when Slowmar makes the distinction between using and selling, Said growls, "Selling drugs is using 'em." Slowmar, fed up with Said's draconian brand of chaperoning and his refusal to conform to the piss-test school of drug use, finally says "fuck you" to the Minister, who, in a you-can't-fire-me-I-quit twist, says "fuck you" to Slowmar before removing his white beanie (here comes trouble) and proceeding to go all Gloria Nathan on Slowmar's deserving ass. Eamonn Walker, of course, uses the entire spectrum of "I'm deranged" signifiers, so it's no surprise at all when we next see him, naked and bloody-knuckled, reclining against a wall in solitary.