McManus arrives, not to apologize for the heavy-handed direction of tonight's episode, but to demand an explanation. Said wonders how a reason will change the fact the he beat Slowmar. "Everything was going so well, why didn't you come to me?" wonders McManus, confirming that he resides in a different universe than the rest of us. Well? I beg to differ. When Said refuses to explain, McManus gets all huffy and tells him to "fucking rot," as he turns around and stomps off with his dump truck and shovel. As soon as the door closes, Said's face becomes possessed and moves in about seventeen different ways simultaneously, as he moans and cries to his maker before doing a slow interpretive pain dance that culminates with his mahogany frame curled like a fetus on the floor, as Slowmar's whiny voice tries to tell an unbelieving McManus that Said beat him for no reason at all.
Slowmar, blood-crusted and looking like hell but fully mobile, takes about seven hundred words to tell McManus that he'll be honest: he was selling drugs out of his practice room, and Said caught him. Slowmar swears he's clean and that he's only selling dope because he was threatened. McManus wants to know who Slowmar's working for (gee, Tim, I wonder. Who on earth could it be?), and blows a gasket when Slowmar won't spill. I discover that I'm really tired of hearing people yell at each other, which is all this episode has yet to offer. After some more yelling, "I've Got A Soft Spot And A Hard-On For Omar" McManus tells Slowmar that the practice room is history and that if Slowmar's "piss shows even a hint of aspirin," he gets to have some toast. Or something like that.
Slowmar leaves McManus's office and sweeps down the stairs to find the necklace brigade waiting for him. The Oz-wide Crap On Slowmar Festival continues as Arif and his back-up dancers explain that Slowmar is to blame for Said's time in the hole. Actually, says Slowmar, one beaten-shut eye-ronic helping him to see clearly, "That motherfucker's in there because he can't get a grip on his own goddamned guidance." Apparently forgetting that Muslims don't do the "blaming others" thing, Arif calls Slowmar "toxic" and tells him that he stands alone in Em City every day that Said is gone. As the three Muslims stride off to Knitcaps Anonymous, Slowmar sees unfriendly faces everywhere (some even stand up for effect), driving home the point that alone is not a good place to be with the subtlety of a jackhammer.