Out in the yard, the inmates are running around in clusters like they're one Jerome Robbins number away from running around singing, "They're going to get it tonight..." Inside, Sucre's going nuts because he can't call Maricruz on her birthday and he doesn't have enough dough to bribe the CO.
Meanwhile on the outside, Maricruz is celebrating her birthday in a limo packed with friends -- and Hector. She's about to bail out on the fun, and Hector plays the sensitive man-friend with "He didn't call you, did he? Look, I love Fernando to death, but the guy's a deadbeat. You gotta move on with your life." Maricruz gives him a look like, "You're right. Oh, won't you show me how to move on?"
Also meanwhile on the outside, Agents Hale and Kellerman pull Tim Giles aside in a courthouse. Kellerman tries to play the heavy by noting that he knows Giles made a FOIA request a few days ago for that tape. Giles is about as cowed by Kellerman as the late, great bishop was. Perhaps Hale and Kellerman need to rethink whom they've assigned to the good-cop and bad-cop roles. Giles does let them know that Veronica has the tape, and when they try to imply that he did a bad thing there, Giles smacks them down: "It's the Freedom of Information Act. She has as much right to that tape as you or I." Kellerman begins working on getting Veronica's name.
Also also meanwhile on the outside, Veronica's in a residential neighborhood. She waylays a woman rushing in to get away from the rain, and asks if she knows where she can find Crab Simmons. The lady says, "He's my son." Veronica wants to know if he's around. The lady smiles a little and says he's not. Veronica keeps pressing and Momma Simmons finally says, "Crab can't help nobody, lady. He's dead. I'm sorry." While they're talking, a woman's watching furtively from a window upstairs.