Oz s02e06 Episode Script

"You made your bed, now lie in it.
" Anybody tell me what the fuck that means? You don't go to the trouble of making your bed, smoothing out the sheets, fluffing up the pillows, just to ruin it all by lying down.
The phrase should be, "You laid in your bed, now make it.
" The point being, you got to be responsible for your actions.
Responsible.
Kareem, you know we never doubt your wisdom.
You're the boss, Vern.
Why are you talking to that Nazi? That nigger? Like it or not, that man is a child of God.
Now, I have made a commitment to Allah to defend the rights of all prisoners inside of Oz.
Not just the ones of colour.
Not just the ones who believe what we believe or who pray as we pray.
That nigger's gonna get me out of here.
Said is representing Vern Schillinger? Didn't Nostradamus predict this? Doesn't this mean we're two steps closer to the end of the fucking world, here? You faced Said in Hill's hearing, didn't you, Pat? Yeah, and I won.
But this is gonna be a jury trial.
Said's a powerful speaker.
He could move those jurors.
So, what happens next? You and Tim have to give another deposition.
- Great.
- All right, he'll wanna know how you set up and trapped Schillinger, and Hill's also gonna bring up Scott Ross.
So be ready.
That doesn't worry you? That we're gonna be questioned about Ross? No, why should it? Diane, the last time I was asked if I knew anything about the shooting, - I said no.
- Yeah? - Well, this time I can't.
- Why not? - Because now I know the truth.
- So? - I'll be under oath.
- So? You want me to perjure myself? Tim, what I want and what you do are usually not even close.
- I just-- - Look, wait, can we just cut the shit? You are gonna say you have a conscience, right? A moral code.
Seepage in your cerebral cortex.
And I am gonna say lie.
If you love me, if you ever loved me, then lie.
Schillinger approached me outside the library.
He told me he would pay me to kill Beecher.
- And you agreed? - Yes.
In order to stop him.
We have a tape recording of you and Vern Schillinger.
So last night - You wanted Beecher dead, right? - Yeah, I wanted him dead.
You're paying me, right? - Two grand? - Yeah.
This was your second conversation about Beecher.
Yes.
We don't have a recording of the first one.
Isn't it true that that time you approached Schillinger? No.
You never asked him how much he'd pay you to kill Tobias Beecher? No, that would be entrapment, and against the law.
You say he offered to pay you money.
Did he offer you anything else? He implied that if I didn't help him, he would tell people I killed Scott Ross.
Did that factor into your decision to trick him? No, because it's not true.
No matter what Schillinger says or thinks he saw, I killed no one.
So Officer Wittlesey is, in general, a trustworthy person? Yes.
She's never lied to you? - I didn't say that.
- So she has lied to you? Did she lie to you regarding Vern Schillinger? You mean him wanting to kill Beecher? - Yes.
- No.
She told you the absolute truth about her reasons for accepting his offer? - I assume so.
- You assume so? Yes.
So was one of those reasons the fact that Schillinger knew Wittlesey murdered Ross? You mean did she say to me that was one of her reasons? - Yes.
- No.
McManus, did Wittlesey murder Ross? Murder? Yes.
To the best of your knowledge, did Diane Wittlesey shoot Scott Ross with the intention of ending his life? No.
Well? You don't have a case.
Will you turn that down? They have evidence, witnesses, and the tape recording.
There's gotta be some legal loophole, some technicality.
You will be convicted of conspiracy to commit murder, and you will be sentenced to 10 more years.
Fuck, it might as well be life.
I'll never see my kids.
Come on, there's gotta be some way out.
- What about Wittlesey killing Ross? - Your word against theirs.
And without proof, your word is meaningless.
They got you, baby.
Will you mind your own goddamn business? Schillinger, I'm withdrawing from your case.
No, you are not.
You pull out, that only compounds my guilt.
I will not fight your lost battle.
You did this on purpose.
Didn't you? To set me up.
You agreed to be my lawyer knowing you were gonna pull out, - knowing that'd make things worse.
- Things couldn't be worse.
I wasn't sure before, but now I know.
You are guilty.
Truly guilty.
- You used me.
- And you used me.
- Life is balance.
- You fucking nigger.
You just lost the balance, baby.
Billy Shakespeare, in his last will and testament, left his wife, Anne Hathaway, his, quote, "second-best bed.
" Now, Shakespeare had abandoned Anne and the kids years before, and had only come back home to Stratford when his bones had started to creak.
Was the second-best bed a joke between a husband and wife? Or was it Shakespeare's ultimate "fuck you"? Hello.
- Did you need something? - No.
Oh, I do.
I need a friend.
- That ain't gonna be me.
- Of course.
I'm a convicted murderer.
You're not.
Let me ask you something.
Do you sleep at night? - Yes.
- How is that possible, given what you did, that you sleep through the night? When people ask me about my daughter's death, I tell them it was an accident.
But it wasn't an accident.
It was what had to happen.
It was what had to be.
And so I sleep.
I sleep good.
Hey, Diane.
Hey.
Here, Shirley.
Thanks, sweetie.
Peter Schibetta was definitely poisoned.
He's getting out of the hospital ward sometime today.
- Test results come back from the lab? - Yeah.
Same poison used on the rats in the cafeteria was found in his digestive system.
What did he eat? He says immediately before he got sick he was eating a chocolate bar that had been given to him by Adebisi.
I mean, it's pretty clear that Adebisi did it.
Why is it so clear? Anybody could have poisoned the bar before Adebisi took it out of the box.
Everybody knows that Adebisi has a problem with Schibetta.
A problem is circumstantial.
A lot of people work in the kitchen, a lot of people hate Schibetta.
All right, all right.
Lenny, keep investigating.
You get any solid evidence that Adebisi was involved, we'll deal with him.
And if not? Then this one goes in the unsolved-mysteries file.
Hey.
What do you want? To tell you that Glynn ain't doing dick about what happened.
That's fine.
I'll take care of it myself.
How? Wait and see.
Peter the family is embarrassed.
They got no reason to be embarrassed.
They're unhappy with the way that you're running things in here.
They blame me for getting poisoned? Your father got fed ground glass over the course of months.
Now, whoever did that, probably Adebisi, took the time because they knew that Nino was watching.
Nino was smart.
And so because I got one quick shot of poison instead of ground glass, I'm not as good as Pop, right? This is what they say.
The family.
Christ.
You tell them I'm gonna handle Adebisi.
I'm gonna get my honour back.
By the end of today, either that fucking moolie or me is gonna be in a body bag.
- Look at that, Poet on TV.
- In a fucking tux.
I tell you, some serious shit is going down, yo.
Hey, Schibetta, today's lunch special is arsenic.
Yo, you got agita, bro? Knock it off, guys.
- A new day dawns.
- Yeah, man, whatever.
What's on the breakfast menu? Ham and eggs.
- Eggs again? - Yep, again.
Shit.
You, come into the freezer.
Fucking chocolates.
Morning, Chucky.
You don't work here anymore, baby.
Wrong.
I got a job to do.
It's payday, pal.
Stay down.
Hey there, baby.
Pancamo and Schibetta were found unconscious, Schibetta's rectum bleeding.
- Could have been raped.
- What do you mean, could have? He says he doesn't know what happened.
- He won't talk about it.
- He knows.
He's too ashamed to admit he took one up the ass.
He won't talk, he'll just get even.
I'm gonna fire the CO that let this happen.
Peter.
Peter.
I just talked to the family.
You're out.
Somebody else is gonna be taking over operations here in Oz.
Lenny don't tell my father, okay? Don't tell my father.
Yo, you should have been there, man.
Pancamo, out for the count.
Schibetta's eyes wide open.
His mind is shit.
He got raped? Off who? What's up, partner? - Partners, eh? - Yeah.
You and me? We ain't fucking partners.
I said you could help me kill the dago.
You didn't do shit.
Come on.
Yo, man, you always let him dis you, man.
- What, you afraid of him, ése? - Yo, fuck you.
I ain't afraid of nobody, all right? Break it up, ladies, come on.
- Hold still, goddamn it.
- Move it.
- I'm gonna kill that motherfucker.
- No, you're not.
Miguel When we kill, we kill for a reason, all right? - I got a reason.
- Man, you got shit.
It's your fucking fault.
I ain't going to war over your fucking bullshit, man.
Oh, yeah? So when do we go to war? What's it take, huh, Miguel? No.
No! Prisoner number 98H498, Raoul Hernandez, a.
k.
a.
El Cid.
Convicted July 10th, '98, murder in the second degree.
Sentence, 36 years.
Up for parole in 20.
Raoul Hernandez, Miguel Alvarez.
El Cid, it's an honour, man.
You Latino? They lied to you, man.
You're too fucking white to be Latino.
Get the fuck out of my face.
Motherfucker.
Rumour mill says the president of the United States gets people to donate cash in return for spending a night in the Lincoln Bedroom.
But Lincoln never slept in the Lincoln Bedroom.
Lincoln never even slept in the bed that's in the Lincoln Bedroom.
Now, how dumb do you got to be to give hard or soft money for a decent place to crash, and it's false advertising? Shit.
Wanna pay to snooze in my room? Jeffrey Dahmer lived there.
Hey, Al Capone too.
Fuck, for a couple of extra bucks, I'll get the ghost of Jesse fucking James to float on by.
What? Water pipe.
I almost busted it open.
Imagine a geyser of water spouting up out of the floor.
Busmalis, I'm beginning to have second thoughts about this excavation.
Second thoughts? Well, have third thoughts.
- If we get caught-- - We're not gonna get caught.
We have a hole the size of the Holland Tunnel in our cell.
- We're gonna get caught.
- She'll hear you.
She? She who? The hole.
I treat every hole I dig like a lady.
A very special lady.
I never married, you know.
I could never find a real woman who could satisfy me the way she does.
Yeah, I'll bet there are a lot of women who are brokenhearted losing you.
Prisoner number 98W504, Jiggy Walker.
Convicted July 12th, '98, murder in the second degree.
Sentence, 28 years.
Up for parole in 20.
What are you in for? What's it matter? The charge is trumped.
Truth is I'm here because I know too much.
Too much about what? Rebadow will show you the ropes.
Behave yourself, we'll get along fine.
Too much about what? - Governor Devlin.
- What about Devlin? He's a major-league crack addict.
- No, no.
- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah.
- Crack addict? How would you know that he's a crack addict? How you think, bitch? I sold him the shit.
I'm the governor's drug dealer of choice.
Everybody play it straight.
All right, dealer takes two.
What are we looking at? - What you got? - Well, lookie, lookie.
- Four beautiful aces.
- Fuck.
Damn it.
- Wait a minute, I got a fucking ace.
- You cocksucker.
Hey, hey, hey, gentlemen, don't get testy now.
Mr.
Walker.
May we talk privately, please? I understand you have some information regarding the governor, James Devlin? - Information of a damaging nature.
- Damaging? Depends on how you view crack.
Well, my guess is the voters would frown upon their chief executive doing street drugs.
I want this information to go public.
I don't know, Said.
What's in it for me? - What's in it for you? - Yeah.
If we create a tidal wave and we sweep Governor Devlin right out of office, you might find yourself released.
How? I have connections within the media.
This time tomorrow morning, you might find yourself the most famous man in the state.
- Me, a celebrity like Oprah? - Oh, yes, my brother.
But what I need from you is this: Dates, times.
Places of your business transactions with Governor Devlin.
I can't be exact.
It's not like we kept records and such.
Are there any other witnesses to corroborate your story? - Scat'll do that.
- Who's Scat? My cousin.
Works post office, priority mail division.
Okay.
I'll make some calls.
Be prepared to do a lot of interviews, my brother.
Bring them on, baby.
I got plenty to say and plenty time to say it.
Arif, may I see you, please? My nigga.
What's up, nigga? You seen this? I just spoke to Ekdahl.
The monitoring office says that Walker did five phone interviews yesterday to press across the state.
- I saw it on the news this morning.
- I heard it on the radio driving in.
Devlin's finished.
Assuming he actually bought the crack, yeah.
Come on, Diane.
You doubt he's guilty? He's innocent till proven otherwise, right? ABC, NBC, CNN, they all want on-camera interviews.
Let them, let them all talk to Walker.
All day, every day till Devlin resigns.
Come on, the governor's not gonna give them that kind of access.
On the contrary.
I just got off the phone with him.
Devlin wants Walker to talk to the press.
- And he wants full disclosure.
- Well, I'll be fucked.
--No truth to these allegations.
I do not know Jiggy Walker, I have never bought drugs from him or anyone, not now or ever.
This is another in a long series of false, partizan accusations that have been perpetuated by a scandal-hungry press.
I intend to go to Oswald today and confront Mr.
Walker face to face.
I invite the media to accompany me.
The monitoring office says you placed the calls to the newspapers for Walker.
Is that a crime, McManus? I hate Devlin as much as you do.
I only wish you would have told me.
I have here the records of the two physical examinations performed on me since I came into office.
Included in the report is the drug testing that I instituted as mandatory for all state employees.
There is no indication of any illegal chemical substances in my system.
I say to you now, bring me Jiggy Walker.
Bring me my accuser.
Mr.
Walker, do you have any other names of people--? Mr.
Walker, how long have you been selling drugs? Mr.
Walker, is there a deal in the works? - You wanna get Jiggy, huh, man? - Mr.
Walker.
Mr.
Walker.
You claim that you sold me two grams of crack cocaine on May 3rd at an apartment house on Spring and Vine in the state capital.
That's right.
I have here plane tickets and a guest list proving that on May 3rd, I was attending a reception for our nation's governors in the Blue Room at the White House.
Now, Mr.
Walker, how could I be in two places at the same time? Okay, so that night I sold the shit to one of your aides.
- Which one? - Sam Burlinghall.
Sam Burlinghall was with me in D.
C.
Cat said he was Sam Burlinghall.
How was I to know that he's lying? How indeed.
You claim your cousin, James Dyson Walker, will back up your story.
I have here a sworn statement from James Dyson Walker denying any participation in any drug transactions between you and me.
Okay, so you paid him off.
No, Mr.
Walker, I asked him to tell me the truth and now I'm asking you.
Admit you lied.
Show's over, Mr.
Walker.
For once in your life, do the decent thing and admit it.
Okay.
I lied.
So, motherfucker, so what? You've been lying all your life.
Shit, still Jiggy.
Shit.
I don't understand why you'd lie.
Man, I been in and out of prison all my life.
The one thing I learned is that when you come through them gates, you got to have props.
You got to be somebody to get respect so the brothers and the others don't fuck with you.
Okay, but why go public? That was his idea, making all sorts of noise about me getting released.
I figured it was worth a shot.
That's stupid.
You must've known that you'd be exposed.
- I knew it was a good chance.
- Then you tell me why, brother.
Man, my first prison stay was over at Lardner.
Eighteen years, I was 17.
My family came to visit me regular.
And LaTanya, my fiancée and my friends.
They all came the first year.
Then LaTanya married Beau, so she stopped coming.
Stopped showing up.
Then Rodney didn't come no more.
My cousin Scat, my sister.
My dad, he died.
Year five, it was just me and my mama.
Then they put her in an old folks' home.
Six years in, I had no visiting days.
I had no one to come to see if I was still breathing.
So I said, "Hey, get on TV, become a superstar, maybe they'd come for longer.
Maybe they wouldn't forget about me.
" Fight the power, baby.
He's a little hostile.
I'm transferring you to gen pop.
I hear that.
Yes, yes, I know.
It's shocking what some people will do.
Thank you, Mr.
President.
All in all, it was a good day.
Governor.
You didn't set all this up, did you? You didn't hire Walker to lie, did you? No.
No, I simply took advantage of the situation.
I've been accused of so many things in the past year or so that when I realized I could actually prove my innocence on this one Well, it tinges all the other charges with a wonderful veneer of doubt.
Do me a favour, give these to Jiggy Walker.
I owe him.
Giles was on the corner of Sycamore and Broome on the day my husband was killed.
He saw whoever pushed Leonard off the back of that truck.
- But he won't say who it was.
- Aim.
Aim? That's all he'll say now, over and over again.
Aim.
So, what's next? I'm gonna talk to Augustus Hill.
Before Em City opened, he was in unit B, in the cell right next to Giles.
Before he got sent into solitary, did Giles ever say anything about his life on the outside? - I guess so.
- What do you mean, you guess so? I never really listened to what he was saying, you know.
He'd just go on and on.
I finally just tuned him O-U-T.
What about two years ago, when he killed his roommate Ron Bibi? The day wasn't different than any other day.
Ron Bibi was killed because he was trying to steal Giles' stuff? Well, the files show the opposite.
I don't know about no files, but I remember William Giles was very conscientious about his teeth.
The guy brushed, like, a thousand times a day.
Seriously, he guarded his toothpaste like it was gold.
- His toothpaste? - Yup.
Augustus.
- What brand did he use? - Brand? Oh, same as mine.
Aim.
Ron Bibi killed my husband.
Can you tell me about it? Gingivitis bad.
Bibi worse.
Eye, eyes.
Bibi, Bibi, eyes, eye.
He saw you see him push Leonard off the truck? Do you know why Ron Bibi murdered my husband? Sorry.
He never said to you why he pushed my husband off that truck? Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
It's okay.
It's all right.
It's okay.
Giles murdered the man who murdered your husband.
- You want to let him out of solitary? - Yes.
You ever consider the idea that maybe he's playing you? - Maybe he made it all up.
- I believe him, Leo.
Even if he did what he said he did, he's still prone to violence.
He'd be a menace to the rest of the prison population.
Well, still, I feel like I should do something special for him.
From Sister Peter Marie.
Hey, Dr.
Prestopnik, how you doing? Oh, my back is killing me, my house needs a new sewer system, my wife wants to spend our 30th wedding anniversary in the Virgin Islands.
Talk about living in the past.
Other than that, I'm hunky-dory.
You? You know, I saw on TV that pot helps beat the aftereffects of chemo.
- Yeah.
- So, what do you say, huh? Wanna hook me up? - You want me to give you marijuana? - Yeah.
For, what do you call it, medicinal purposes.
Nice try, kid.
Looks like you got the cancer on the run, your hair's coming back.
This will probably be your final treatment.
Thank fucking Christ.
Hey, how's Dr.
Nathan doing? I haven't seen her around lately and I heard about her husband getting murdered and all.
The funeral was Thursday.
She says she's coming back to work as early as tomorrow.
- That's an amazing woman.
- Yeah.
You see her, you tell her I'm sorry for her loss.
I will, O'Reily, I will.
Hey, babe.
Dr.
Prestopnik, this is my wife, Shannon.
Pleasure and a half.
You haven't been to see me lately.
Yeah, I know.
I've been busy.
- Doing what? - Taking care of your brother.
He's a little out of control these days.
Yeah, I called my cousin Matthew.
He's gonna take Cyril in.
You and I, Shannon, we're done.
What? I don't wanna be married to you anymore.
- Why? - I found someone else.
Shannon.
Gloria, what are you doing here? Gotta work, Tim.
I got nothing else right now.
You should take a vacation.
Where? How far do I need to go to get away from what happened? You know, we didn't have the best marriage, Preston and I.
Too many games, too many tests, too much pride, but we really loved each other.
We really did.
He was a good man.
God, why did he have to die? Prisoner number 98P284, Cyril O'Reily.
Convicted July 1st, '98, murder in the first degree.
Sentence: Life.
Up for parole in 60 years.
- No.
- No.
Preston is dead because of me.
- Hey, Gloria, you're back.
Hi.
- Don't.
What? I became a doctor to help people.
Now, I know that that sounds like a cliché, it sounds naive, but it's true.
I could have a fancy practise anywhere, but instead I chose to work at Oz.
I saved your life, O'Reily.
And in return, you destroyed mine.
Your brother Cyril confessed.
Shit.
Cops wanna interrogate you, although he's refusing to implicate you in the murder.
He's gonna take the rap himself.
McManus.
You gotta see that I love her, man.
Love? What the fuck do you know about love? Whoa, what do you know, huh? What do any of us? I know it's not a reason to commit murder.
Yeah, well, then, maybe you've never really been in love.
Life is no bed of roses.
But then again, which of us really wants to sleep on a bed of roses? You never get any rest.
Every time you toss and turn, you hit another thorn.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, you all right? - Same nightmare, huh? - Yeah.
- I'm soaked.
- Yeah, let's get you out of those.
Jesus.
Thanks.
We need to do something about that tattoo.
Oh, yeah? What are we gonna do? I don't know.
Let me think on it, huh? - You're all right.
- Yeah.
- Good morning, Tobias.
- Good morning.
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
Tobias, I see you almost every single day.
I know the difference between nothing and nothing.
Two men shouldn't love each other.
They can't feel the same things a man and a woman feel.
I mean, if a guy has a lot of bad shit happen to him, and another guy comforts him, I mean, that's all it is, right? I mean, that's not love, right? Well, some men in here are homosexual and some need sex-- I'm not talking about sex.
I'm talking about love.
I had sex with Schillinger.
It was brutal, unloving.
This is different.
Tobias, are you in love with another man? I think so, yeah.
All right, everybody.
Into your cells.
- Got a surprise for you.
- A surprise? I talked to a couple of guys who know about tattoos.
They said because yours was burned on instead of inked, it can't be removed.
I could have told you that.
- You hate the swastika, right? - Yeah.
Okay, so then we fill it in like that.
Oh, okay.
What, you don't like that? We'll be PC.
Just do that.
- That's crazy.
- Why crazy? As much as I wanna get rid of the fucking thing, I remember how painful it was going on.
Both of those? That's a lot of burned flesh.
Which leads to the second part of my surprise.
- What's that? - Moonshine.
One hundred and one percent pure alcohol.
It's like the old West.
Cowboy gets shot, you gotta remove the bullet.
You take a couple snorts of this shit, you're not gonna feel anything.
- There's only one problem with that.
- Yeah? - I've been sober for over a year now.
- So what? I'm an alcoholic.
Every bad thing that's ever happened to me has been as a result of booze.
I'm just now feeling like I'm beating my heroin addiction.
To go back home to alcohol Okay.
- Don't be mad.
- I'm not mad.
- Yeah, you are.
- No, it was a stupid idea.
I just didn't think things through.
It's my problem.
I don't think anything all the fucking way through.
I hate when you're self-deprecating.
It's so cute.
Hey, where'd you get that stuff, anyway? Friend of mine in unit B's rigged up a still.
- So he didn't drink the moonshine? - Nope.
- Fuck.
- But he was close.
Close? Fuck close.
The whole idea here, the whole beauty of this plan, is that we keep digging up all the guilt and shame, all the shit that Beecher's got inside of him until he can't live with himself.
Until Beecher destroys himself.
The alcohol's the key.
No, Vern, I'm the key.
Beecher loves me.
He won't admit it yet, but he loves me.
I'll get him to drink.
- I win.
- Fuck you, you fucking redneck.
- Eat me, jizzball.
- You'd like that, wouldn't you? Fucking asshole.
- What the fuck was that about? - Who the fuck knows? I hate what that cocksucker did to you.
Come on.
Cocksucker! I don't understand.
Your parents decide whether or not you get to see your own kids? No.
They think, all things considered, I shouldn't spend time with them yet.
You know, seeing me like this might do more harm than good.
Seeing you like this, what the fuck does that mean? You know.
Beecher, you're their father.
For chrissakes, everything they've been through, finding your wife, their mother, dead.
They need you, not their grandparents.
- You.
- You think? Look, despite everything that you've gone through, one thing hasn't changed.
They are your blood.
Hey.
Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! I miss you, Daddy.
I love you, Daddy.
- You're doing laundry? - Yeah.
- You hate doing laundry.
- Yeah.
- Chris.
- I'm celebrating your reunion.
Are you nuts? They're gonna see you.
I don't care.
All right.
You look good without a beard.
What happened? What? What? Remember I told you I got married three times? Four times, if you count Bonnie, who I married twice.
Yeah, why did you get married so often? Call me old-fashioned, but before I fuck them, I marry them.
Problem is the sex.
It's never as good as it is in the beginning.
And once the sex sucks, I realise I got nothing in common with them.
Genevieve and I had everything in common, till Bonnie just got married again.
I shouldn't care, right? I divorced her twice.
I got no claim on her.
Bitch.
Come here.
Get the fuck over here.
I love you.
I love you, Toby.
- Fuck you! Fuck you! - What the fuck? What? Fuckers.
Motherfuckers.
Hannah Bantry in the pantry Gnawing on a mutton bone How she gnawed it How she clawed it When she found herself alone At the end of the day, a bed is the best friend you got.
Sure, the mattress may be lumpy, the springs may have sprung, the bed itself may be in some seedy motel or in Oz.
But the bed, it beckons you.
It comforts and cradles till you sleep.
And if you're lucky enough to have the right person lying next to you, shit.
There ain't a reason you got to get out of that bed come morning.
Good night.
Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite.