Meanwhile, back in the cafeteria, after the guards have finally managed to tear Dean and Tiny from each other, Danforth slams Dean in the stomach with his riot stick before ordering both prisoners to the infirmary.
Down in the abandoned block, Sam prowls through the corridors until he finds Moody's old cell. I must note that this one has a window. Make of that what you will. And what you will make of that because I told you so is this: the unquiet spirit of Mark Moody is not responsible for the recent spate of suspicious heart attacks at The Green River County Detention Center, because the cell in the teaser didn't have a window. D'oh! In any event, once inside, Snooty Sam distastefully flips open a half-rotted mattress and finds the interior of the thing crusted with a thirty-year-old bloodstain. "gooooooooooooooore?!" Not at all. "drat!" Now, sip your tea and shush. "okay!" As Raoul noisily slurps down his steamy and healing beverage right in my goddamned ear, Sam sprinkles some salt on the bloodstain from the shaker he'd swiped up in the kitchen, then dumps a little plastic lighter's worth of butane on top of it before igniting it all with a paper match.
Up in the infirmary, the guards have placed Dean and Tiny in adjoining cages. Tiny, however, has drawn his curtain so that the most Dean can see of him is his rather large silhouette, perched on the edge of his bed. "Sorry about the things I was saying earlier," Dean calls out, genuinely apologetic. "I can't really tell you why, but I had to get you angry." Tiny shakes his head at this a bit and looks down, ashamed of himself not only for rising to the bait as he did, but also for allowing himself to become known as the sort of person from whom such rises are easily provoked. And no, I am not reading too much into this scene or the way the actor's playing the character, because Tiny next rises to his feet and sorrowfully admits, "Truth is, I do have low self-esteem issues. My old man treated me and my brother like crap until the day he died." "Hey! Just like my worthless bastard of a so-called father!" Dean does not exclaim. Rather, he gets this hysterical "Is this guy really going all group therapy on my ass?" expression on his face, but pulls himself together to inquire politely, "How'd he die?" "My brother shot him," Tiny shrugs, more than a little guilt-ridden. "Okay," Dean eyebrows from his side of the curtain, and if he's feeling guilty himself for eliciting this sort of painful confession, he shouldn't, for Tiny merely pawn in game of life. Or, rather, Tiny merely pawn in plot of episode. Oh, shut up. It made sense in my head.