Oz s03e02 Episode Script

Napoleon Bonaparte.
A poor Italian boy who grew up to be the emperor of the French and almost the whole world.
Maybe "grew up" is the wrong way to say it, since he was never taller than 5'2".
But you don't have to be a big man to make a big difference.
- I'm telling you, Metzger's dead.
- What happened? Someone cut his throat.
- Who? - Nobody knows.
Then you find out.
- I'm glad Metzger's dead.
- He beat me for no reason.
We may be glad the fucker's gone till somebody worse takes his place.
Leo, you know the relationship between the unit manager and the CO supervisor - has to be one of mutual respect and trust.
- Yes.
So I don't want to promote someone who's already working here.
Someone who already has their loyalties, their prejudices.
I wanna bring in a CO from the outside.
- You know a guy? - Yes, Sean Murphy.
We grew up together.
He's been working the last eight years at Attica.
I trust him with my life, Leo.
In this job, you'll have to.
So is that a "yes"? - Do I ever say no to you? - Good because he's already on his way.
I don't get these fucking hacks.
One of their own gets offed, and it's, like, no big deal.
No lockdown, no inquiry, no memorial service.
Maybe they knew Metzger was with us.
Maybe we gotta start an investigation of our own.
Watch your step, asshole.
You spit in my food.
Yeah, no shit.
Now sit down here and eat it.
Here we go.
Ryan, come on.
We're late making breakfast.
I told you, we're not working in the kitchen this morning.
- I have to go see my lawyer.
- I'm hungry.
I can go myself.
- No, you can't.
- I'm hungry.
Would you quit sweating me, Cyril? Come on, O'Reily, I need some tits.
- Cyril.
- Hello.
Jim Robson.
Remember me? No.
I was in Unit B when you first came into Oz.
I'm buddies with Vern.
First time since then I seen you without your brother.
- Ryan's coming.
- He's no fun.
But you and me, we can have some fun.
Why don't you give me some of that sweet pussy I been hearing about? Knock it off! - He hit first! - Get him to the hole! Back to your unit! Hey, Gloria.
I just met with my lawyer.
Because I confessed to having Cyril kill your husband the D.
A.
Agreed to only add on 40 years to my sentence.
Life plus 40 fucking years, Gloria! All for you.
I wanna see my brother.
Tim, when you called me about working here, I was Apprehensive? Oz doesn't exactly have the best reputation these days.
Yeah, but that's why I want you here.
I think you and me together could turn this place around.
Hey, McManus! - You gotta get my brother out of the hole.
- He hit another inmate.
Come on, you know what that's about.
These Nazi fucks.
They taunt him.
Cyril wouldn't provoke a fight, and you know it.
- Okay.
- This is fucking bullshit! I said okay.
I'll look into it.
Now get lost.
- Jesus Christ.
- Who's that? Ryan O'Reily.
- Good Irish mug.
- I don't know about good, but I actually saw that little brouhaha, and it got me thinking.
At Attica, you organized a boxing program, right? - Yeah.
- Maybe we could try that here.
Great.
All we need is time, gloves, and a good insurance policy.
Each group, the Muslims, the Irish, the Italians, whatever will promote one boxer.
Then we'll have a series of elimination bouts until there are two finalists.
- Then we'll have the big championship bout.
- Organized violence? - It's worked in other prisons, Ray.
- No, he's right.
Whether it's rodeo or baseball sporting events focus the inmates' aggression in a very positive way.
It's not their aggression I'm concerned about.
It's the gambling.
You start this, the bets will be all over.
It's already all over the place, Leo.
These guys bet on everything from the Super Bowl to tic-tac-fucking-toe.
I mean, it's not like drugs.
It's not hurting anyone.
Let's see if the Commissioner signs off.
- I've done some boxing before.
- Me, too.
Where, at the Special Olympics? My brother Cyril was a Golden Gloves champ.
- There gonna be a purse? - No.
- Then what's the point? - For the greater glory of your tribe.
That's right.
Hit that fucker! Hit it! Harder! Jab-jab-right.
Napoleon once said that men are more easily governed by their vices than their virtues.
One, two, three five, six, seven, eight That's it.
He also said: "There is only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
" Napoleon must have known Tim McManus.
Yo, McManus.
Coyle, got your new work assignment.
Barbershop.
What's up with that, McManus? Snake work in the kitchen with me.
Gee, I thought I was still running this unit.
I told you to stop calling me Kenny.
My name is Bricks.
Bricks.
Right.
This is Nappa's doing.
- Think so? - I'm sure.
Dago's got a hair across his wrinkly ass for me.
- Yo, Nappa.
- Get those bottles out of here, pronto.
Yo, Nappa.
Italiano.
It's Mr.
Nappa.
- Why you take Snake out the kitchen? - Wasn't me.
McManus had his own plans for the boy.
Get him to change his mind.
There are some things not even I am capable of.
Get the fuck outta here.
That's bullshit.
Okay, I don't like him.
I don't trust your little pal Coyle.
I do.
Then the two of you can cuddle in the privacy of your cell but he's not working in my cafeteria.
Are we clear on that, Bricks? Now get to work.
So your father was a barber? Yeah, I cut my teeth watching him cut hair.
Good.
I could use some real help around here.
The guys they send me don't know the difference between a Princeton and a bowl cut.
How's that? - Nice.
- Yeah? Good.
- Anything else? - Wouldn't mind a shave.
I wouldn't mind a blowjob from Neve Campbell.
Yo, I'll shave him.
I need the practice.
Suit yourself, chief.
I'm going up to the roof and have a smoke.
White folks, man, they're so dumb.
Daddy wasn't no goddamn barber.
You paralyzed, right? I don't want you running away on me.
- Sharp.
- Coyle.
- Call me Snake.
- I changed my mind, man.
What? Ain't nothing like a clean shave, a close shave.
Don't squirm, you're gonna make me nick your neck.
So what you in here for, Augustus? Murder.
I killed a cop.
Sweet.
But I got you beat.
I whacked a whole family: Mama, daddy two little sweet, adorable kids sweet old gramps.
What'd this family do to you? Not a thing.
- Then why you kill 'em? - For fun.
- And how you kill 'em? - Take a guess.
You slit their throats.
- Why you fucking with me, man? - I ain't fucking with you.
You up in Oz for armed robbery.
That I am.
I never got caught for the murders.
- And never will.
- Give me my wheelchair, man.
Yes, sir.
Yes, master.
We aim to please.
You clowns remember a couple of months back a family named Ciancimino getting slaughtered? Yes, as I recall, the murders were particularly brutal.
And they never found the killer.
- I think I have.
- Who? Never mind who.
He told me he did it, the fuck.
- You know the family? - No.
Then why you so bent out of shape? Listen, I ain't no saint.
Not even close.
I killed somebody.
I did one wrong thing, taking a life.
And I'm doing time for it, you know.
Seth, toss that down here.
This fuck has got no remorse.
He took those lives for pure pleasure.
He had no reason to kill.
And he's getting away with it.
Kids today.
There's no honor, no ethics, no values.
That's 'cause no one's willing to stop the erosion.
No one has a vested interest in justice anymore.
Those two kids One was only 18 months old.
Lunch! I got conflicting codes here.
Number one: I'm not a rat.
And two: I keep thinking about those kids not having a chance at a life.
If those were my kids, I'd want somebody to speak for them.
Then you have to be sure.
And are you? Are you sure that he murdered them? Yeah.
I haven't spent that much time around Coyle.
He doesn't strike me as a man that's honest.
As a poser, as a braggart, yes.
A man that's trying to get credit he hasn't earned.
Just like Jiggy Walker.
You remember him? Then I should what? Talk to him.
Get him to tell you the full story.
- And if I think he's telling the truth? - That's when it gets hard.
You have to convince him to confess.
I'm fucking the wife, right? Her throat gurgling for air the baby over here, crying in the crib.
So I gots to pull out of the bitch, blood everywhere.
I mean, all over.
So I go lean into the little fucker Stabbed it right in the heart.
Goddamn! You sick motherfucker, damn! Yo, you should turn yourself in.
No, think about it.
Think on it.
Your shit'd be famous, yo.
You'd be name in the paper, picture on TV.
You'd be like Manson up here.
Yeah, and I'd be moving straight to death row.
- No thanks, homey.
- Nigger, you full of shit.
You doubting my word, nigger? There used to be a nigger up here, what's his name, Jiggy Walker? Big-ass talker.
He came here saying he sold drugs to the governor.
The whole nine, lying through his gold-ass teeth.
Look at you.
Fuck you, fuck this Jiggy nigger.
I don't care.
I ain't lying.
All I'm saying is, you ain't lying, give me proof.
- I got proof.
- Right.
I got a videotape.
Get the fuck outta here.
Remember my homey Franklin, up there in Polo Ground? He came with me, minicamed the whole dark deed.
- Sick motherfucker.
- When I do it, I do it! Goddamn! Yo, that's a tape I wanna see.
- Me, too, yo.
- Goddamn.
- I'd like to see that shit.
- Your ass need to be in here, motherfucker.
There's no deal to be made here, Hill.
- You get nothing out of this.
- He knows.
Coyle will deny everything.
His word versus yours.
- There's a videotape that a friend of his has.
- Christ.
I'll call the D.
A.
What you're doing takes balls.
Still hope I have mine after this is over, you know what I'm saying? Damn.
Our man Napoleon conquered a lot of places created a lot of laws that we still use today, and made his mark on history.
And what does he get for it? They name a dessert after him.
They named a beef after Wellington.
Fucking Caesar got a salad.
But Napoleon? He's on the tray with sweets, next to the crème brûlée.
On behalf of the 8 inmates who were killed, and the 20 injured I am filing a class-action suit against the Governor the Department of Corrections, and the Oswald Correctional Facility.
Yeah, motherfucker! We believe excessive force was used by the prison administration violating my client's civil rights.
We are therefore looking for damages at $45 million.
From the state courthouse, Rick Donn for Channel 2 News.
- The ghost of Scott Ross rears its head.
- Nobody knows you shot him.
But if there's a trial, they'll be digging up shit again.
- Maybe this time they'll find out.
- Maybe the state will settle out of court.
- Devlin won't settle.
That will admit guilt.
- Maybe it's time to tell the truth.
Tim, if they find out I murdered Scott Ross, I go to jail.
Maybe.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe because of the circumstances 'cause I got a 10-year-old daughter, a dying mother Maybe they'll only fire me.
And you, for lying.
Do either of us want to take that risk? Respect.
- Can you feel it? - Yeah.
- Everyone is recharged.
- Dinner! - Let's go eat.
- Actually, I can't.
I have a visitor.
Who, the lawyer? Tricia Ross.
Again? She's already agreed to be part of the lawsuit.
- Why do you need to see her a second time? - She asked for spiritual counseling.
Then send her to a priest.
Minister Said, with all due respect Schillinger's telling everyone you're attracted to the girl.
Don't you think seeing her again might get misconstrued? Then let it be misconstrued.
I know my heart is pure.
- What's that mean? - It's just a greeting.
I gotta tell you, ever since the announcement I've become sort of a celebrity.
Yes.
Everywhere I go beauty parlor, Wal-Mart people I know say they saw me on the news.
I have something for you somewhere.
I wanted you to have this.
I can't accept that.
No, in Emerald City we're not permitted to have such personal items.
Maybe you could just hide it under your pillow then.
"Tell the believing men "to lower their gaze and guard their sexuality.
"That is pure for them.
"Indeed "God is aware of what they do.
" Sexual desire is a powerful part of human nature.
Am I right, Minister? Yes.
Such desire needs only the slightest encouragement to become ignited.
Am I right? Yes.
In Islam, we believe eliminating temptation is more effective than trying to resist it.
Yes.
That is why men and women who are not married, or mahrem are forbidden to interact with one another or be alone together.
Am I right? Yes, Arif.
You are right.
We Muslims believe that appetites of the body such as food, drink, sex can tie us to a dependency on, or preoccupation with, our physical desires.
Therefore we fast, denying ourselves those needs while we strengthen our spiritual nature.
If you're asking me for permission to fast, I don't care.
- Stop eating.
- It's more complex than that.
According to the revelations of the Prophet, praise be on him I am only allowed to abstain during daylight hours.
At sunset, I must break my fast.
I must also have a pre-dawn meal before resuming my fast the next day.
But at sunset and pre-dawn you're in lockdown.
Exactly.
Which is why I need your consent to have food in my cell.
This isn't Burger King.
You can't have it your way.
You don't deserve special treatment.
- Of course.
- But I would be willing to make a trade.
- Drop the lawsuit.
- I'm not alone in the lawsuit, McManus.
Not up to me.
Bullshit.
You instigated this.
You convinced them to sue.
Now tell them not to.
Why do you care, McManus? You're not even named as a defendant.
I want to put this riot behind us.
We must never allow anybody to forget those three days.
Right now, we're on the edge of oblivion.
We're on the brink of disaster.
Now before we all join hands and jump I want another chance.
Wait.
I won't allow you to forget the promise you made.
I haven't.
Then you permit me to fast according to the tenets of my faith? No.
Denying me my rights to practice my religion is unconstitutional.
Yeah? What are you gonna do? File another lawsuit? No.
You won't permit me to fast I will go on a hunger strike.
You were right about Tim McManus.
He's dreamy.
I don't recall ever saying Tim McManus was dreamy.
- We've been going out.
- Yeah? Let me guess.
First he took you to Al's Diner on Chisholm.
He told you that his dad owned a diner up near Attica how living outside that prison changed his life.
Second date he canceled, too much work.
And then he took you to Ma Plume Blanche, at Top of the Tower.
The two of you sat watching the city all sparkle.
He said he had feelings for you.
And then you went back to his apartment and fucked.
Actually, we fucked after the diner.
- Speak of the horny little devil.
- Diane, can I talk to you alone? Sparkle, why the long face? I just talked to the hospital.
They've been trying to reach you all day.
Your mother died.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
She's been sick a long time.
You know, we've been expecting this.
Boy.
Is there anything I can do? No, I gotta go over to the hospital and start funeral arrangements.
Can you get someone to cover my shift? - It's already done.
- Thanks, Tim.
- Can I drive you? - I got my car.
I gotta pick up my daughter.
- I can do that.
- No I think she should be with me.
I want to tell her.
Napoleon was a great seducer of beautiful and taller women.
He once said, "In war, as in love "one must meet in close quarters to get things over with.
" There ain't no closer quarters than in Oz, baby.
Hey.
Hi.
- Hear from Diane? - Yeah, she called a couple of minutes ago.
How's she doing? How do you think? She's a mess.
Strange, given the fact her mother's been dying for what, a year? I found a great restaurant for us.
- Rubiletta.
It's a new Italian place.
- I'm gonna have to cancel.
I promised Diane I'd come by the funeral home.
Okay.
You said it was over between you two.
It is.
We're friends.
Doesn't seem that way.
Today, in the lounge Her mother had just died.
I saw the way you were holding her.
That was more than comfort.
Don't laugh at me! Claire, what the fuck are we talking about here? - You and Diane, you and me.
- There is no me and Diane.
And to be perfectly honest, there is no you and me! - We went out twice! - No, we fucked twice! - So what? - You said you had feelings for me.
I did, but if you're gonna turn into some cloying bitch I'm a fucking cloying bitch, is that it? And they're fucking - Calm down! - Let go of me.
- Stop it! - Get off me! Let go of me! - Are you gonna calm down? - Let go of me.
Let go! - You're gonna get yourself fired.
- Fuck you! - Yeah, can I help you? - We're here to see my son, Carlo Ricardo.
Okay.
Step through to the admitting office.
Where's Mommy? She doesn't still have the flu, does she? No, she's at choir practice.
You know how Father Annas is about missing practice.
You're in the choir.
I quit.
I've been busy with the baby and all.
Sergio? He's working.
Sergio doesn't want to come here anymore, son.
Mommy? I'm not gonna lie to you.
She doesn't want to see you like this.
I understand.
Come on, it doesn't mean she doesn't love you.
I understand.
Isabella, you got any pictures of the baby? So Cohn says to me, with the shank in his hand: "I stuck it in his head, but I didn't kill him.
" Was there ever a time you were afraid? One time? How about every time? Just because I'm not down on the floor anymore with you men and women it doesn't mean I don't whisper a prayer every time I walk through the fucking gates.
I'm going home.
If I'm late for dinner again, my wife's gonna tan my ass.
Thanks for the drink, sir.
- Good night.
- Everybody, travel safe.
- Want something, Clayton? - I should drive you home.
- What are you saying, I had one too many? - Two too many.
I also want to talk to you about something and since you got a buzz going, now's my best chance.
What, you gonna complain? You just started.
No, the salary's fine.
It's being in the lobby all day.
I didn't train to be a CO to sit behind a reception desk.
- I want to be assigned to a cell block.
- No.
What'd I tell you when you applied for the job? I promised your father, as he was dying, that I'd take care of you.
I'm not letting you anywhere near the prisoners.
Then I quit.
I'll go get a job in another prison where they'll let me deal with the inmates.
What are you trying to prove? That you're as tough as your dad? He died in here, his heart bleeding in my arms.
- I'm not going through that with you.
- I'm not 10 years old anymore, Leo.
You can't stop me.
We'll figure this out tomorrow, okay? Give me the keys.
No, I can drive myself.
This conversation just sobered me up.
What the fuck you doing? Stop that! You ain't so bad now, huh? - Come on.
- Get back there.
Now who's the man? Fuck you! Who? Take him to the hole! You okay? - Go to the hospital, get yourself checked up.
- I'm okay.
- What's this about? - Motherfucking spic is crazy.
Mumbling some shit about his mother, man.
What the fuck you looking at? Napoleon's final defeat came at Waterloo.
Must've been embarrassing.
You're the fucking emperor.
You conquered Europe only to lose in a place with a stupid name like Waterloo or Watergate, or Whitewater.
Note to politicians: Stay on land.
Larry, ever since we reinstituted the death penalty the courts have been clogged with needless appeals by convicted murderers trying to escape their rightful punishment.
So the legislature has agreed to reduce fees paid to court-appointed lawyers in murder cases.
And some of these lawyers, who are against capital punishment have been padding their bills in order to say: "You see, it's too expensive.
" I say let them take advantage of taxpayers somewhere else.
The court rejected our appeal.
So what's the next step? Normally, the next step, the last step is the State Supreme Court.
Let's do that then.
What's the matter, Lawrence? I'm recusing myself as your attorney.
What? Why? Was it something I said? Something I did? Not at all.
It's just that with these new lower fees that the state's paying I can't afford to work on your defense.
Murder cases are complicated.
They take a lot of time and I've been neglecting the rest of my practice.
- What'll happen to me then? - The court will appoint you another lawyer.
One that won't be as good.
Because the ones that take the jobs at lower rates - are the ones that no one else will hire.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh, my.
- What's the matter, Shirley? It just hit me for the first time.
I'm gonna die.
- Hi, Dad.
- Vern, I've got bad news.
It's the only kind of news you ever got.
- Andy has been arrested.
- Christ.
For what? I don't know.
Drugs, beating up some nigger.
- The lawyer's trying to sort it out.
- Which lawyer? Don't use Zanger.
No, the court-appointed lawyer.
What, a public defender? Hire a real fucking attorney, Dad! I don't have the money, Vern.
I talked to the P.
D.
On the phone.
She sounds smart.
She? - What's her name? - I don't know.
I think it's Goldberg.
Jesus fucking Christ, Dad.
I need you to take care of this.
What the fuck do you think I'm doing? And I'm gonna tell you one thing, I ain't throwing good money after bad.
And your two boys are bad.
The apple doesn't fall very far.
You wanted to see me? I gotta get out of this place.
There's a reason you're in protective custody.
We want you to live long enough to testify against Schillinger.
Warden, I stay in here, I die of boredom.
You wanted magazines, I sent magazines.
How many times a day can a guy jerk off? - I don't know.
Depends on the guy.
- I gotta go back to Em City.
I ain't worried about Schillinger.
I'll take care of myself.
I want that fuck to see that I'm not punking out.
- What the fuck is she wearing for a bra? - Hey, Keller.
Back so soon? Ain't no Miss Sally in protective custody.
Don't.
You realize we've only kissed once? In all these months, once.
All I've been thinking about is kissing you again.
I said don't.
I did what you asked! I ratted out Schillinger and Metzger.
Do you know what that means? Toby, you know what that cost me? Unless this is just another scheme you and Schillinger cooked up.
How am I supposed to trust you? Put myself in that position again? Be that vulnerable again? Keller knows if he fucks with me, he's a dead man.
Yo! If you're coming, motherfucker, come on and bring it! I need that plasma right away.
We need to start an IV.
I need some vaseline gauze and some combine.
Jesus.
I think he may have a punctured lung.
Mr.
Keller's got about three or four assholes now.
You asked to be assigned to the kitchen again.
Now you're saying you don't want to work there? There's too many bad memories, bad feelings.
Nappa, Wangler They don't trust me.
I don't trust them.
I don't want to fall back into my old ways.
The dress factory is always looking for new workers.
No.
If I can, I would like to work in the AIDS ward.
We don't get many volunteers for the AIDS ward.
In Africa, AIDS is much worse than here.
I would like to learn something about the disease so maybe someday I can help my people.
These men are in the final stages of the disease.
You can't do more than make them comfortable and treat them with dignity.
Robbie Garth needs his medicine, Bed 7.
- Who are you? - Adebisi.
Take this.
Yummy.
I didn't come to Oz with AIDS.
I caught it like the brass ring.
You ever fuck anybody up the ass? - Yes.
- Were you protected? No.
Dr.
Nathan asked me to take some more blood from you.
- She just took my blood a minute ago.
- She dropped it.
Adebisi, you just pinch me? No, boss.
History tells us that Napoleon was the first guy to utter: "If you want something done right, do it yourself.
" But how can we be sure? What if old Napoleon's butcher said it to him, while slicing up some salami and Napoleon, being no dummy, said, "I gotta write that down"? Miguel Alvarez is showing increased signs of agitation - since Dr.
Garvey took him off Zoloft.
- That's no surprise.
And I can't say for sure, but he really looks thinner.
I doubt that's a reaction to the withdrawal.
You don't suppose Dr.
Garvey would change his mind and put Alvarez back on anti-depressants? No.
He's not a doctor, he's a walking ledger.
Every decision he makes is based on maintaining the HMO's profit margin.
I have an interview with him in a few minutes during which he'll decide whether or not he wants to keep me on staff.
What are you saying? I'm saying it may be time to go.
- Dr.
Nathan, Rebadow's awake.
- Thank you.
What's going on with Rebadow? He went into insulin shock.
He's got diabetes.
Diabetes? - I don't have diabetes.
- You do now.
This happens sometimes, later in life.
Body starts shutting down.
You'll have to take injections regularly, go on dialysis weekly, and alter your diet.
Mom's fudge.
My mother makes the best fudge.
She sends me a batch once a month.
I guess you'll have to be satisfied with the food in the cafeteria.
Let's see you've worked here at Oswald almost two years.
Do you like working here? If you're asking me whether I enjoy myself, I'd have to say no.
- Then why do you want to stay? - Because what we do here is important.
There's a real need for proper health care.
Yeah, proper health care.
Not excessive.
I know you don't support the privatization of the system here at Oz.
But by paying Weigert a fixed rate no matter what care the inmate requires, the state reduces its costs.
But because Weigert gets paid the same amount no matter what treatment we prescribe wouldn't you limit my ability to call in specialists, or to use expensive tests? This is no different than HMOs in the public sector.
There is a difference.
The state has laws to protect consumers against cuts in medical services.
There are no such laws for inmates.
Weigert has no incentive to provide quality care.
We're both doctors.
I took the same oath you did.
Then why cut Miguel Alvarez's anti-depressants? Because, as I told you, I consider this unnecessary care.
And if you hadn't spent too much money on unnecessary care the state wouldn't have had to bring us in.
- Alvarez is suicidal.
- Maybe it's all for the best.
What? God knows he's not doing anyone any good alive.
Fuck you.
This interview is over.
I'm hereby giving you two weeks' notice.
Knock yourself out, asshole.
Hi.
- What's going on? - Nothing.
Do I look especially gullible to you today? You hide a sandwich under your vestments, which you never wear - and I'm supposed to think it's SOP? - Pete, I can't talk about it.
Some confidentiality between you and a prisoner.
I'm doing solitary.
There's four Catholics currently residing in solitary.
There's O'Brien, there's Bevilaqua Hevern Alvarez.
You're bringing food that he likes to cheer him up.
No, because then there's no confidentiality problem.
You're bringing food to Alvarez because he's not being fed.
Because of what he did to Officer Rivera the COs in solitary are trying to starve him.
You should've been a cop.
Did Alvarez tell you this? How do you know he's telling the truth? Why would he lie? Some prisoners, particularly in solitary, become delusional, paranoid.
How do I find out if they're feeding him? If I ask them, and it's true they'll just find another way to fuck with him.
I have to give him the benefit of the doubt.
What's with the dress? High Holy Day or something? Give us some privacy.
Here, eat.
I'm not hungry.
What do you mean you're not hungry? You said you haven't eaten in two days.
Take the damn sandwich! I don't want the fucking sandwich! Fuck you, you fuck! Come on.
Out! Stop it.
Open this door! For God's sake! I think Keller will live.
I'll start an inquiry, try to figure out who stabbed him.
I got a guess.
Schillinger.
- We need proof.
- Leo, excuse me.
We need to do more than that.
We need to deal with the ongoing violence we have here between inmates - and between inmates and COs.
- Good luck.
Wait a minute.
What if we were to initiate a program where victims of violence, prisoner or staff get to interact with the offender.
- Sorry I'm late.
- Interact? That sounds a little New Age.
Hear me out.
The process has to be initiated by the victim.
We can't force either party to participate unless they want to.
If both parties agree, I will meet with them separately and talk about what they might be getting out of this eventual interaction.
And only then, when they're both ready do they actually get to meet face to face.
And then what? Talk about their feelings? Yeah, the victim expresses his fear, his anger, whatever.
And the offender gets to express his remorse, or whatever.
And, hopefully, they can both move on.
I think it's a great idea.
I just wish that I'd thought of it.
Alvarez, what? Leo, I want Sister Pete's new program to start with Eugene Rivera and Miguel Alvarez.
Really? She'll talk to Alvarez, then she'll contact Rivera and see if he's interested.
And if he is I want you to release Miguel from solitary.
You know, I heard about what happened today.
I'd think that'd be enough to convince you that Alvarez is where he belongs.
Besides, the other COs wouldn't like it.
- You can override them.
- I agree with them.
Alvarez blinded a fellow officer.
He should rot.
The next act of violence that he commits will be to himself.
We are a heartbeat away from having no heartbeat at all.
So be it.
Leo, I know that you and Miguel had some rough moments after your daughter was raped.
He knows who did it and he won't tell.
I thought you'd put those feelings aside.
So did I, Father.
I guess we were both wrong.
When Napoleon died in exile, the doctors cut off his dick.
They put his dick in an ornate box and gave it to his priest.
Don't ask me why.
Over the years, Napoleon's dick was sold and sold again to the highest bidder.
To this day, at least three people claim to own Napoleon's dick.
But you see, it's not important who owns the real dick.
The big question is: Who the fuck do those other two dicks belong to?