Oz s02e03 Episode Script

End of the century is coming, y'all.
End of the millennium.
A lot of lists being printed about who's the greatest person of the past thousand years.
By great they mean, who had the most impact.
Einstein, Edison, Freud.
I can tell you one thing for sure: My name won't be on that list.
And neither will anyone else's here in Oz.
Okay.
Hey, Rebadow.
You know, I think I got you.
I think I got a piece of information before you.
Really? It's about Glynn and his daughter.
You mean that she was brutally raped and is in the hospital? Shit.
How'd you know that? Well, I know one thing I know you don't know.
- What's that? - Who raped Glynn's daughter.
- You're right, I don't.
- Yeah, I do.
How do you know who did it? Oh, that's because I was just talking to him on the phone.
Come in.
Richie.
Father.
What's up? I love to take it in the ass.
Now, lots of people think that's perverse.
But it's my choice.
So I say fuck them, right? - Are we going someplace with all this? - I choose to take it up the ass.
But rape, man - Did somebody rape you? - Yeah, sure.
But that's not why I'm here.
I got some information on another rape.
Yes, I knew about his daughter.
- And you didn't tell me? - Well, he asked me not to.
Hey.
- You needed to see me? - Yeah, Leo.
It's about Ardeth.
You're gonna tell me everything you know.
- About what? - My daughter.
Your daughter was raped and beaten.
And because of that you took it out on me.
- Tell me who raped her.
- I ain't telling you dick.
You got all the power, huh? I mean, you think that you can just shit on people? Shit on people and you get away with it? Not this time.
And you can go fuck yourself.
Miguel, for God's sake, tell him what you heard about his daughter.
What? That she's a lousy lay? Chain him up.
Father, we're gonna need some privacy.
I'll be out here.
Do it.
Do it.
- Leo.
- Get out.
- Go ahead.
- Get him out of here! - Leo.
- Do it.
- No! - Do it.
That motherfucker deserves this shit.
Listen, are you sure? This call was made in the past week from Em City by Miguel Alvarez.
Warden, you know as well as I do, we monitor prisoners' calls randomly.
We didn't catch that particular one.
Fuck.
Leo.
Leo, I'm sorry to hear about your daughter.
- Does everybody know? - Pretty much, yeah.
Look, I can persuade Alvarez to give up the name of the prick who did this.
- No, thanks.
- Why not? Hey, why not? Why not? First, I don't wanna owe you any more favours.
Second, and I know you won't understand this, but it's not right.
Right, wrong, right, wrong.
There's such a fine line between it.
Not for me.
Bad men have their impact too.
But you gotta be really bad like lvan the Terrible, Jack the Ripper, Adolf Hitler.
Yeah, old Adolf was an evil fuck.
And let's face it, evil is the only thing that has survived intact these past thousand years.
Prisoner number 98B242, Agamemnon Busmalis, a.
k.
a.
The Mole.
Convicted March 10th, '98, grand theft larceny, breaking and entering.
Sentence: Ten years.
Up for parole in four.
Busmalis, what are you doing? I told you, digging my way out.
You can't.
It's impossible.
Watch me.
How long do you think it's gonna take? I don't know.
But I figure I got four years till my first parole hearing.
- You're gonna dig for four years? - Only if I have to.
The CO's coming.
Thanks.
Don't mention it.
- Oh, fuck.
- What? - Beecher.
- What? - You farted.
- I didn't.
- P-fucking-yew.
- I didn't fart.
Damn, man.
Five hours till dawn, and I gotta be in a goddamn glass box with the king of stink.
I'm gonna get Gulf-fucking-War syndrome.
You farted.
- Oh, me? - Yeah.
You're saying I farted to cover your tracks.
No, you're saying I'm covering my tracks to cover yours.
Ginger broke the window Broke the window, crack Baker came out to give him a clout And landed on his back - Fuck you.
- Light a match.
I swear, Beecher, you need to go see a doctor, man.
Smelly farts is a sign of something seriously wrong on the inside.
I didn't fart.
Oh, fuck, man! - Hey.
- Hey.
I'm about to start my shift.
First day back in Em City.
I was thinking, tonight I would let you take me out to dinner to celebrate.
Gee, I can't.
Why? You got a date? Actually, yeah.
Well, okay.
- Have fun.
- Yeah, welcome back.
Thanks.
Life frustrated me the other day Pushed all my wrong buttons So I bit its ear off Pushed it up against the ropes Told it, "Stop Stop fucking head-butting me When the ref ain't looking" I threw my Threw my hands around its neck Told it, "Stop Stop fucking yelling at me Before I start left-hooking" Threw my shank to its throat Told it, "Stop fucking playing me - Before I start choking" - Oh, baby, I like this song.
Because I got too many rope burns Around my neck Too many cotton cuts In my fingernails I spent thousands of years Thousands in jail Mostly for shit I didn't even do Mostly for shit I didn't even know was wrong Mostly for shit You know what I'm saying? Take a look at the Tiger Woods article in there.
That dog is making some serious dough.
Oh, forget it.
A fortune.
See what it says there about his parents? - No, where? - Right there, second paragraph.
Starts right there.
"The biggest inf" - "Influence.
" - "Influence in my life is my parents.
" That's very good.
Keep going.
- "Their pa" - "Patience.
" "Patience - has given me the" - "Resources.
" "Resources to be a great champion.
" - Excellent.
- That's my man.
Little nigger can read.
- You been practising, huh? - Yeah, a little bit.
That's great.
Listen, keep the article, you can read it after class, all right? Thanks, man.
I appreciate it.
Let's get started, huh? Coushaine tells me that you did very well today, reading out loud in class.
Well, he gave me a sports magazine, so Well, I figure that you deserve something, since you've been putting in so much hard work.
"Up From Sl" - "Slavery.
" - "Slavery.
" Booker T.
Washington.
You know who that is? Yeah.
Booker T.
And the MGs.
No, it's a different guy.
He was one of the most influential African-Americans of his time.
He believed that education was the key to success for any man's life.
This the dude with the peanuts? No, that's George Washington Carver.
This book influenced my life.
Hey, McManus.
You know that deal we made about me going to school instead of working the kitchen? I don't miss that mop at all, man.
- Got something in there for me? - You going to class, Adebisi? Got a full schedule.
Real busy.
Well, you know what? You should really come by my office.
We'll check your records.
You really should be back in school.
Yeah, I'll be there real soon.
You bet.
What's up? You suck his cock when I'm not here? Get the fuck out of here.
He just brought me some shit to read, man.
Read, eh? What's this? Maybe you can read me a nice bedtime story, huh? That cocksucker doesn't come in here again unless you ask me.
How the fuck am I supposed to stop him from coming in? You're not listening.
Come here.
Come here.
He doesn't come in here.
Do you understand? Yeah, man.
Yeah.
See.
You're a really smart kid, huh? Booker T.
Washington.
Now, he belongs on that list.
Born a slave, he rose up and shook the tree.
Everyone knew who he was.
Everyone all around the world.
Even the president of the United States asked for his advice.
Now, how the fuck did Booker T.
Do that? There's some bullshit going on.
Yo, Si, that's fucked up that Glynn handed the kitchen over to Schibetta and shit.
- The brother tell you why? - He don't have to tell me why.
I know.
Say word, you do? He's trying to start a war with us and those guineas.
- Glynn? - Yeah.
- Why would he wanna start a war? - Because he hates them too.
Holy shit.
It's the little Nino.
You know, you look just like your father.
- Only you're still breathing.
- You trying to tell me something? Yes.
I miss your father.
Why don't you lazy fucks get back to work? Come on, come on.
Next.
Come on, darling.
Hey, a little afternoon tittie fuck.
Hey, what's your problem? - I got no problem, man.
- Shakedown! Shakedown! What the fuck are you doing? - Shakedown, shakedown! - Hey, hey, what's the problem? - Officer Wittlesey.
- Let's go, out.
Hands on the rail.
You know the routine.
Hands on the rail.
- They're clean.
- So's the cell.
Clean.
Give it to me.
I tell you what.
Now it's my book.
- My book is for my tits.
- What the fuck are you doing? You're an ugly bastard, but I love him.
- "Booker T.
, Up From Slavery.
" - Fuck you, man! Shit.
Forgetting who you are, little brother.
McManus, this book shit, going to class? You think you can disrespect me, huh? Don't forget who your friends are, Kenny.
Because if you're not my friend, then you're my enemy.
- Understand? - Yeah.
- Understand? - Yeah, I said I fucking understand.
Good.
Now I need to get high.
I hear that.
Why aren't you in class? What the fuck is your problem, McManus? - All right.
- No.
Come on, come on.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Now, why did you stop going to class? You were doing so well.
What happened? Nothing.
- Somebody pressuring you? - Yeah.
You.
You tell me what's going on, Kenny! Is Adebisi giving you shit about going to school? You get the fuck out of here.
I'm having a conversation.
Taxi.
I'm gonna transfer this fucker to gen pop.
How's that? No, don't do that.
Because then he'll think I asked you to, and then that'll be my ass.
Then I'm gonna move you to another pod.
No, just don't.
Look, you're gonna go back to school, Kenny.
You're going back to school or I'll have you mopping that kitchen I'm gonna have you mopping this whole fucking prison.
Do you hear me? What's it gonna be, Kenny? What's it gonna be? - I'll go back to class.
- Okay.
Let's go.
You're late.
Mr.
Booker T.
Washington writes in his book: "I have great faith in the power and influence of fact.
It is seldom that anything is permanently gained by holding back fact.
" You want some facts? The U.
S.
Department of Justice reports that the typical prisoner in America is an undereducated, young male minority, but you could've guessed that.
If that undereducated, young male minority receives his GED in prison, he is far less likely to come back.
Anybody wanna read out loud? W.
E.
B.
Du Bois.
Let's have Kenny Why don't you give it a shot? If that same kid manages to go to college while he's inside, he'll almost definitely never see a prison cell again.
Just pick any page you want.
Last year, one state, California, spent more money on its penal system than it did on higher education.
These are the facts and figures.
You ain't got to be that smart to add them up.
- I'd fuck Dr.
Nathan in a second.
- Me too.
- How about Wittlesey? - Shit, yeah.
Me too.
You know who I think is sexy? Sister Peter Marie.
Yeah.
That's disgusting.
She's a nun.
Wasn't always a nun.
She was married.
What? Nuns can't be married.
They're brides of Christ.
Before she became a nun.
Her husband died.
She told me once in passing.
I wonder how he died, her husband.
She didn't say.
An accident, I heard.
He fell off the back of a truck, broke his neck.
That's true, but it wasn't an accident.
Why do you think she works here? Her husband was pushed off the truck.
He was murdered.
Peter, Peter Marie.
Peter.
Peter Marie.
- Hey, Leo.
- Peter.
- You know William Giles? - No.
Peter Marie, Peter Marie.
Peter I think his mind has snapped and we think he's asking for you.
Peter Marie, Peter Marie.
Peter Marie, Peter Marie, Peter Marie.
Hello, William.
You wanna talk with me? Sick.
You're sick? Love.
Broom.
You want a broom? No.
Okay, William.
William? You wanna talk to me? Peter Marie, Peter Marie! - Peter Marie! - Stop.
It's all right.
- Peter! Peter Marie! Peter! - Calm down.
Tobias, would you bring up the file on William Giles for me, please? G-l-L-E-S.
Sure.
We voted you sexiest.
Sexiest? Sexiest what? - Woman in prison.
- Oh, come on.
Really? There it is.
Prisoner number 58G714, William Giles.
Convicted February 6, 1958, second-degree murder.
Sentenced to life.
Up for parole in 60 years.
Leo, I really need you to get Giles out of solitary so that we can start therapy sessions.
- You know why he's in solitary? - Yeah, I read the report.
Two years ago, he stole some toothpaste from another inmate.
The inmate caught him and Giles killed the guy.
- He's dangerous and he's crazy.
- Yeah, but he needs my help.
I'm not putting you in that kind of situation.
- Leo, Leo - No.
No.
I'm going to the hospital to visit my daughter.
Good night.
Le Peter.
Peter Marie.
Peter Marie.
Peter, Peter Marie.
Peter.
Peter, Peter Marie! Peter.
Do you think that when the first millennium ended back in 999, that they made lists? Did they even know the millennium was ending? Said.
You are disturbing our morning prayer.
Yeah, well, you got mail.
Sign here.
- I will sign for it later.
- Look, I haven't got time for this.
Schillinger's in the hole so we're short-staffed in the mailroom.
I gotta get back.
Now this, I will gladly sign for.
Yeah? Well, I'm fucking thrilled.
- My brothers.
- Your book about the riot.
This is proof that the truth cannot be silenced.
The Annotated Code? You giving up God for the law? God's laws are clear to me.
It's those of man that are not.
I've been studying legal books for the last eight months.
Trying to see if God's laws and those of the white man have anything in common.
What have you discovered? That these are nothing but words on a page.
The annotated code exists solely to be circumvented.
Without law, we have anarchy.
You should read your morning paper, old man.
We have anarchy anyway.
I would have thought after the riot, you would have learned.
You can't overthrow the system.
Oh, I learned.
And I have no interest in seeing more men die.
No.
I intend to use the tools that were used against me.
I intend to make the law devour itself.
Judge Richard Kibler was sentenced today to 16 months in prison.
The veteran of the state criminal court was convicted of taking bribes in exchange for leniency in three murder cases You hear this? Cocksucker Kibler was the judge at my fucking trial.
- For real? - Shit, yeah.
If I'd have known he was up for bribes, I'd have put my two dollars down.
- That shit ain't fair.
- You're right, it's not.
- You know what you ought to do, Hill? - What? Talk to Said.
Now, it says here in this article that Kibler took bribes in November.
And you weren't approached by him or anyone else about taking bribes? - Nobody said dick to me.
- Did he talk to your lawyer? If they did, he never said word one to me.
Good.
That's good.
- I think we have a case.
- A case? Yeah.
You were denied your right to a fair trial by an impartial judge.
So So you're saying that we could go to court and have the verdict overturned? My friend, you have a real shot at going free.
Now, let me get this straight.
Judge Kibler did not take a bribe in Hill's case.
That is correct.
- And he didn't ask for a bribe either.
- That is also correct.
Then what exactly are we talking about? The judge was lenient with those who did give bribes.
So he may have been harsh with those who did not.
Look, all we ask is for the opportunity to explore the merits of the case.
What opportunities are we talking about? Yeah, and for how long? Look, we're gonna need more time for visitations.
I'm gonna need to talk to the lawyer who originally represented Augustus.
And anybody that offered bribes, their lawyers.
The prosecution at Judge Kibler's trial, et cetera.
You've stayed pretty quiet through all this.
Kareem said he'd be talking.
I'd be a idiot not to keep my fucking mouth shut.
- You lying.
- I Clifford, I sat next to you through all those hearings, all those days of the trial.
I got so I could tell when you was lying.
You get that little twitch.
I do? That's probably why you such a shit lawyer.
Augustus, please.
Insults do us no good at all.
They sure as hell make me feel better.
Look, I did the best I could for you.
Yeah, I know.
That's why I'm saying you shit.
Can we get back to the point, please? Now, you knew others were giving bribes.
I heard stuff in the courthouse hallways.
That's all.
Then why didn't you jump, you motherfucker? Call me naive, I thought I'd get a "not guilty" based on the strength of the case.
Mr.
Sprague, if you knew what was going on, why did you not go to the state judicial commission? Come on.
I go to the state commission and nothing happens.
Except, the next time I'm in front of Kibler, he cuts off my balls.
Well? Marilyn Crenshaw.
The assistant district attorney who prosecuted Kibler.
- She will meet with us tomorrow.
- Cool.
Unfortunately, though, the lawyers who gave bribes won't take my calls.
The secretaries say, "I'll get back to you.
" I say, "You can't get back to me.
" Hey, you know what you should do? You should check if any of those three murderers are doing their time in Oz.
I did.
They're not.
- They're in different prisons.
- So, what do we do? Well, I'm gonna write to each one, but I don't expect any response.
- So we're fucked.
- No, no, no.
Good things don't come easy, my brother.
Got it.
Count! Until tomorrow.
Asalaam alaikum, brother.
Straight line, you know how we do this.
Move it.
When you were gathering evidence to prosecute Judge Kibler, did you ever hear Augustus Hill's name mentioned? No.
In reference to the murder convictions that Kibler was lenient with, did you perceive any sort of pattern? No.
So nothing about these three men was consistent? They share the same style of murder, same lawyer, same skin tone? You're not gonna be able to turn this into something racial.
That is not my intention.
Bullshit.
The only two elements that are similar in these murders is they were men and they were guilty.
Oh, so you're saying the bribes were random? - Yes.
- Would you testify to that? I never said that I would testify in court.
If you try to compel me, I'll take you to court.
Now, why would you do that? You're an assistant district attorney, sworn to seeing justice done.
Or doesn't your definition of justice extend to my client? Your client? Please.
The only place that you are a lawyer is in your own head.
I see what you're doing.
Strutting around, thumbing your nose at the system.
Thumbing your nose at everything that I believe in.
It's not him that I won't help.
It's you.
Look, you could win this case, but let me give you some free legal advice.
Get yourself a lawyer.
A real fucking lawyer.
- You know that woman? - Why do you ask? You two seem awful familiar.
That's not the bitch that prosecuted you, is she? Marilyn and I, before I found Allah, we were engaged to be married.
I need more access to the phones.
I need to be able to get calls as well as make them.
Well, why don't we just run a switchboard into your pod? Answer a legitimate request with sarcasm.
- Legitimate request? - Yes.
Said, you're an inmate in a maximum-security prison.
Now, if I say yes to you, what's to stop the next guy asking for the same thing? - These are special circumstances.
- No, they're not.
I hate to break the news to you, pal, but in here, you're nobody special.
You deserve no more than the next man.
What is this about? Is this because you don't like what I said about you in my book? No, this is about the fact that you always ask for help and you're never willing to do anything for me in return.
Why does there have to be a trade, a negotiation? I would have thought that doing what's right would be enough for you.
No go, huh? Damn.
Yo, what was that you were saying about nothing good coming easy? Life in prison is some tough shit to wrap your mind around.
Know what I'm saying? But I did like everybody else in this cumhole.
I settled in, I settled down.
But then But then, when you said the word "free" to me, yo, something inside me stirred, you know? Freedom.
I want my freedom.
Then you shall have it, my brother.
I swear to you, by almighty God and everything that I hold holy, you will go free.
Those files are confidential.
Yeah, well, you know, I have this natural curiosity about my fellow man.
We got the results back from your needle aspiration.
Don't dance, doctor, just give it to me straight.
Okay.
The lump under your nipple is a stage two breast carcinoma.
Stage two means that we caught it relatively early.
So your chances for survival are good.
The next step is surgery.
Do you have any questions? You're married, right? - Yeah.
- Yeah, me too.
You'd like my wife.
She's a real pisser.
Does the doctor know what he's talking about? - She.
- Give me the name of the bitch.
- I'll talk to her.
- Would you fucking relax? Don't get pissy with me.
I'm the one who's thinking about you.
We've known each other all the way since back to high school.
We'd fuck for days.
And our friends, they were amazed because Shannon never got pregnant.
So one day before we got married, she decided to get tested.
And we find out that her tubes or whatever are blocked, so she can't have any kids.
I married her anyway, because I knew she felt like shit.
I knew that she didn't feel like a woman anymore.
- I can't stand it.
- No, no, hey.
Hey, baby.
Hey.
Hey.
But I cheated on her.
A lot.
Oh, man, I don't wanna die.
It's okay.
So, what's next? I've scheduled O'Reily to have a mastectomy at Benchley Memorial.
We'll need transport and an officer.
Or two.
You think O'Reily will try to escape? I'll be assisting Dr.
Sophie Powell.
She's the top breast-cancer surgeon in the state.
- All this sounds expensive.
- Well, it ain't gonna come cheap.
- Will our insurance cover it? - No.
And the claims adjustor insists O'Reily have a lumpectomy.
That's where they remove the tumour but not the breast, right? - Right.
- Now, if we can spare the breast and save some money, why do a mastectomy? Well, lumpectomies aren't always effective.
They most often have to be followed up with radiation or chemo.
So then the prison is footing the bill for this whole wingding? - Yeah.
- How much is that? The surgeon, staff and equipment In all, $18,000.
And a lumpectomy costs what? About half that.
Well, give him the lumpectomy.
A patient should be able to choose his own medical procedure.
- Don't you think? - No, not at these prices.
Not if he's a con.
Look, Ryan O'Reily's going through enough shit dealing with being a man and having breast cancer.
I mean, his survival depends as much on a positive outlook as it does on the surgery.
- Agreed.
- We can do a lot with that 18 grand.
I don't mean to sound cold, but whether Ryan O'Reily lives another two months or another Leo, ball's in your court.
Give him the lumpectomy.
Next item.
Well If you die, what are we gonna do about your brother? - Hey, bro.
- Hey, Cyril, come here.
Hey.
Hey, what's the matter? Why are you so tense? I'm not tense.
Yes, you are.
Your body's all stiff and shit.
- Well, it's the gates and the guards.
- Yeah.
- This place is scary.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, you got that right.
- Why do you live here? - Because I was bad, remember? - Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
And that's why you're not bad anymore, right? - Right.
- Right.
When are you coming home? Not for a while yet.
I'm a little bit sick.
- And I gotta have an operation.
- No, no operations.
- Cyril.
- No operations.
Mama died in an operation Mama died in a hospital.
- No, Cyril, stop it.
- No.
Look, I'm gonna be fine.
Okay? But if I'm not Well, you know, Shannon, she's gotta live her own life.
So if she tells you to move out of the house - I like our apartment.
- I know you do.
But, look, you may have to go live with other people who are more like you.
So if Shannon tells you that you gotta go, I don't want you to cry, and I don't want you to give Shannon a hard time.
You got me? Because you gotta step up and you gotta be a man, Cyril.
Okay? It's time to be a man.
- Are you Dr.
Nathan? - No, no, I'm Dr.
Nathan.
Look, I know he's just a criminal to you, but he's my fucking husband, understand? Now, I asked around and this operation is the cheapest thing that you can do.
My husband's life ain't cheap.
You make sure that Ryan's okay.
You better make sure.
Yes! I know who killed Dino.
Fuck.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You ready? - Sure.
- Let's fucking do this.
- Dr.
Powell's scrubbing up.
Been lying here thinking my life's in the hands of a complete stranger.
Well, she's the best.
I feel better knowing you're around.
- My guardian angel.
- Yeah, right.
No, seriously.
I can't figure out why the fuck you care, but I'm glad you do.
Nobody's ever done shit for me my whole life.
So I'm not very good at saying thanks.
I owe you.
Bigtime.
Now, you'd think a doctor or two would be on the top of the list of the greatest person of the millennium.
I mean, doctors do research, discover diseases, syndromes.
But no one's gonna put Drs.
Epstein and Barr, Drs.
Guillain and Barré, Dr.
Down, or Dr.
Alzheimer on any list.
Because for all their hard work, hearing their names fills us with dread.
Their names make us sick.
You're being transferred from Em City to Unit B.
I'll miss you.
Hey, I didn't bribe a CO to kill Beecher.
You did.
The district-attorney's office has decided to charge you with conspiracy to commit murder.
The hearing's in two weeks.
Do you want me to arrange for a public defender? Yeah, yeah, I'd really like to have some bleeding heart pleading my case.
I'll get my own fucking lawyer.
Well, if I were you, I'd trade up from the last one.
Jesus, you fucking cocksucker! You asked my advice, I give you my advice.
- You call me a fucking cocksucker.
- I don't want your advice.
I want you to make this conspiracy- to-commit-murder charge disappear.
I'm a lawyer, not the Amazing Kreskin.
Look, the state's case is firm.
The guard you bribed is testifying against you.
And call me crazy, I think that a law officer has more credibility than you.
- How much time am I looking at? - Ten more years.
Te? All right, so I'll plead out.
I'm not even sure the D.
A.
Would be willing to make a deal.
What about Wittlesey? I saw her murder Ross.
I've informed the authorities and demanded an investigation but frankly, that horse won't hunt.
What about my sons? Any word on them? Nope.
But, you know, they'll turn up.
Yeah, floating in a fucking river.
If they're out there somewhere, they're doing crystal meth, for chrissakes.
Will you please find my boys? You got it.
Hey, Sister Peter Marie needs this FedExed, Saturday delivery.
Hey, Vern.
They let you out of the hole already? You're mad at me, aren't you? Sure, you're mad.
And I understand why.
I fucked up your chances for parole, you're facing ten more years in Oz, all because of me.
Oh, man.
I manipulated you like the dumb-ass, white-trash Neanderthal you are.
You get to know a lot about a man when he's fucking you in the ass.
Getting slow there, sweet pea.
Getting a little soft.
Hey, you got a smoke? Yo, you Schillinger? Schillinger.
Yeah.
I hear you used to run the Aryan Brotherhood.
Yeah.
And you let Beecher shit in your face? The Brotherhood's falling apart.
When I ran the Brotherhood, we were feared.
Now even the fucking fags look tougher.
But listen, you and me, Mark, we can take things back to the way they were.
We can rule Oz.
- Where do we start? - We need a roadkill.
Show everybody we're back in the game.
So who gets whacked first? The meanest motherfucking mutt we can find.
Prisoner number 98V238, Alexander Vogel.
Convicted June 1st, '98.
Two counts, murder in the second degree, theft.
Sentence: 50 years.
Up for parole in 30.
So you don't know anything about Alexander Vogel's murder? Well, if the Aryan Brotherhood's not involved, why was "Jew" carved on his chest? Maybe some gang is trying to lay the blame on us.
We're not the only ones that hate Jews, you know? I mean, your people do too.
You're involved in this, Schillinger.
I know you are.
Yeah? Well, if that's true, prove it.
I will.
Take him to his cell.
Wish I was in the land of cotton Old times there are not forgotten Hey, nice job on Vogel.
Nice.
Every inmate knows we did it.
That's what matters.
- So, what happens next? - Next, we take care of him.
We kill Beecher? Yeah.
But first, we make him suffer.
Suffer long and hard.
Maybe the greatest man of the millennium was a woman.
Princess Di, Mother Teresa, Catherine the Great.
Madame Curie, Marilyn Monroe.
Say what you want about her, yo.
She made her little slice of the millennium a shitload more interesting.
Shirley Bellinger, who was convicted for the murder of her 4-year-old daughter, was sentenced to death today.
The first woman in this state to be executed since 1841.
She will receive a lethal injection next month at Oswald State Penitentiary.
Bellinger's lawyer has already filed an appeal in federal court and will hold a press conference tomorrow.
Speaking from the capital, Governor Devlin said he supports the sentence and would not consider a stay of execution if petitioned.
How comfy.
Yo, imagine being remembered for a thousand years.
The things you did when you was alive reaching across time and touching the lives of people not yet born.
That's some dream.
Yeah, that's why people write books, start religions, find cures, run for president.
But me? I don't wanna be a great man.
I don't care if I'm remembered for the next thousand years.
All I ask is if we pass on the street, notice me.