 "...the place smells like (EXPLETIVE) in the county jail.
Homie lookin' at me like he's seen me before,
he started throwin' up a sack then he spit on the floor,
I think 'Hey, yah yo, I know this kid,
that's the same (EXPLETIVE) who cocktailed my crib',
The dude said 'Get ready',
pulled a shank on me,
I said, 'Come on, homie, you a bit too sloppy'.
Fool tried to stab me, socked him in the eye,
the guards yelled 'GIVE IT UP' and let two fly...
...they put him in 'the hole'...

From "Busted in the hood" by Cypress Hill


Funny thing. This rap song came out over a quarter century after the RMT's "The solitary" and they're still calling solitary confinement "the hole", as was done in this episode. (And for what it's worth the group "Cypress Hill", which behaves as though they're trying to become the new poster children for legalized marijuana use, are apparently no fans of the Los Angeles Police Department yet in this song don't see "the hole" as that bad of a thing for guys who try to attack you in prison.)

And while I, like you, see this as an episode of mercy of sorts (though it's interesting how Fred Gwynne handled his character, as though he sees both sides of the reasoning for and against solitary confinement and isn't just looking at the rule book) I think if I was a guy who "cocktailed" someone's home then tried to stab him as in the song above, or who almost killed a woman then hit a wise-cracking guard (twice) as in our current RMT show of the week, they ought to put me in the hole.