Oz s04e15 Episode Script

Competition brings out the best in people.
That's what they say.
When the game is on the line, a true sportsman wants the outcome to rest on his shoulders.
The logic being: You make the winning play, you walk away a hero.
Of course, if you fuck up, you're the goat.
The problem with competition here in Oz is we mostly got goats.
Please welcome a new contestant, Joanie Kennedy.
And you are going to be helped by a man who's done just about everything.
Bill Boggs, how are you? - Good to see you, Gordon.
- Let's play the game.
And the category is sports.
The question is this: In basketball, Joanie, what does it mean when a referee makes this motion? He wants to do the hustle? Sorry, I don't follow basketball.
I'm more into How you feeling there, Omar? - I'm feeling pretty good.
- Really? I still feel all kinds of aches and pains from when you stabbed me.
Well, you know, I'm sorry about that.
- Oh, you're sorry? - Yeah.
I'm sorry you didn't die.
Prisoner number 96G522, Carmen Guerra, a.
k.
a.
Chico.
Convicted June 4th, 1996, murder in the first degree.
Sentence: 53 years, up for parole in 17.
- McManus, I gotta talk to you, man.
- Later.
It's about your pet project, Omar White.
- What about him? - He's still a tit man.
And you feel compelled to tell me this out of some need to save his soul? He shanked you when he shanked me, and it's only a matter of time before he shanks someone else.
You shake him down, you'll find drugs.
Shakedown! - Lookie, lookie.
- Look at my shit.
There you go.
You fucking rat, Guerra.
Double play.
You yellow, rat, motherfucking punk! - You bastard! - Put Mr.
Guerra in the cage.
- Take Mr.
White upstairs.
- Fucking yellow, rat bastard, punk.
Pussy! We had an agreement.
- No drugs.
- I know.
So tell me why I shouldn't FedEx your ass back to solitary.
There is no reason.
It's that when it comes to tits, I'm just a little shaky, man.
I mean, God knows I try.
I try.
But the temptation it just grows and grows till I can't help it.
I just I just got to shove that shit where it don't belong.
You really think I'm a bubblehead, don't you? Sir? You make that sorrowful face, you say what you think I wanna hear.
You're full of shit, Omar! And you can try my patience only so far.
Now Sister Pete says you've been inconsistent about going to rehab.
There is a session at 1:00 today.
Fucking be there.
Let's go.
The key is to fill the time you would use doing drugs with something else.
Like busting McManus' ass in basketball.
Okay.
Yeah, well, activities are good, but I mean, that doesn't change one basic fact, you know.
You're not gonna quit unless you wanna quit.
You know, you have to hit rock bottom before you can crawl out.
Why you looking at me when you say that? I wasn't saying it to you.
I was saying it to the group.
What? You? You think you're better than me because you quit and I can't? Omar.
You ain't better than me, you fucking punk-ass white boy.
Instead of snorting, you've been sucking cock! - That's enough, Omar.
- You wanna suck this, motherfucker? Hey, hey, hey.
- You got nothing, man.
- You're a fucking hero.
You got no game, Vahue.
What you gonna do, come over and scratch me again? - Got you.
- So? Got you, Chapman.
- Piece of shit.
- Poet, the greatest of all time! Take care.
As a rule, I don't give up on people, but this guy, Omar, may be the exception.
White! I know.
I fucked up again.
All bullshit aside I want I want to own my own mind.
Look I don't know why I think I can help you but I'm not giving up on you, Omar.
You understand? I'm not giving up.
I wanna thank you.
You fucking bastard.
I hope you die in here, you motherfucking bastard.
I hope you rot in hell.
You killed my baby.
The parole board has set the hearing for next Wednesday.
If all goes according to Hoyle, Tobias, you could be out of Oz by the end of the month.
Have Kathy Rockwell's parents been made aware of the hearing? Probably not.
In most cases, it's the responsibility of the victim or the victim's family to stay informed.
Well, I want you to tell them.
That's not advisable.
If they ask to testify, Kathy's parents could sway the board away from paroling you.
Until my son was killed, I never understood what I have done to those two people.
I can't go back into the world knowing that I snuck out.
The Rockwells are as much a part of my prison term as anyone.
They have a right to be heard.
Okay, I'll phone them.
But first, before the parole hearing, I'm going to ask them to have an interaction with you.
Catherine, I hope you understand why I'm doing this.
As a lawyer, I think you're insane.
As a mother I think you got balls for days.
Last time we saw each other, Mrs.
Rockwell, I didn't say much.
- You didn't say anything.
- Yeah.
Well, that's because I was on drugs and I was confused, full of self-loathing.
And now you've forgiven yourself? No.
What I did to your daughter will shadow me forever, just as being in Oz will.
What's happened to me in here Well, whether I've suffered enough to satisfy you I don't know.
When you were sentenced to 15 years, I was stunned.
the lifetime my daughter lost.
You say you've suffered.
And I say I'm glad.
When the lawyer came to talk about my being paroled, she said that because of extenuating circumstances, the board might look kindly on me.
Why don't you explain the circumstances? Since I've been inside, my son was murdered and my wife may have been, both as a result of things I did in here.
It's ironic that I came to Oz walking across the grave of your daughter.
And I may leave walking across the graves of my own family.
If they had lived, I wouldn't have the chance of going free.
When I saw you four years ago, the pain of Kathy's death was still so new.
Dave and I grieved and grieved and grieved.
We still do.
But the sorrow is balanced with joy.
We have another child, Richard, and he's growing up to be remarkable.
We've come to believe that even though we don't understand why Kathy's gone, we accept her death as part of some wise plan.
I don't know if you've suffered enough.
That's not up to me to decide.
Only God can.
We will not interfere with your parole.
Vince Lombardi once said that: "Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing.
" But the one thing Lombardi held in higher regard than winning was character.
In fact, without character, there'd be no victory.
Now, don't get me wrong.
Some of his players would miss curfew, cat around, get jiggy, but they always knew where to draw the line.
That's right.
A good man knows where to draw the line.
Robson, you are one ugly motherfucker.
I don't see you modelling in Milan, you black bitch.
Hey, shut the fuck up.
I'm trying to masturbate.
- Fuck you, Alvarez.
- Quiet.
- Warden's on deck.
- Yo.
Yo, Glynn.
- I need an appointment.
- Hey, Glynn, you get me excited.
Why don't you hold my dick? We need to talk alone.
- Did you frisk him? - Yes, sir.
Okay.
You actually think I'd shank you? I have no idea what you're capable of anymore.
I'm stunned.
I mean, here you are, a man feared by all the prisoners in Oz, afraid of me.
What do you want? I've decided to confess to the murder of John Basil.
And I intend to ask for the death penalty.
So that you can die a martyr.
I've written a manifesto I want published the day I'm executed.
Where'd you get the paper? Officer Smith.
Under no circumstances is this prisoner to be allowed paper.
- Leo.
- You want to destroy yourself, fine.
But I'm not gonna make it easy for you.
Goddamn motherfucker.
Oh, don't go away, Uncle Tom.
Don't go away.
Don't leave me like this, baby.
Don't leave me like this.
Don't leave me like this, baby.
Karl Jenkins is dead.
You got no case against me.
I want out of here, Glynn.
I want out of here, Glynn.
I want out.
I want a fucking lawyer! Get me fucking Said! That's the lawyer I need, you motherfucker! Get me out of here! I don't wanna release Robson from solitary any more than you, but I got no choice.
Karl Jenkins committed suicide.
A good defence attorney could shoot holes through his testimony.
And without his testimony we got no case against Robson.
So you're gonna put him back into gen pop, even though he masterminded the death of Salaar Udeen and he has vowed to kill me, too? I'm afraid so.
Since we can't prove Robson's guilt, keeping him in solitary would be unjust.
Now, why is it that justice only works in somebody else's favour? Arif, help me.
I have such rage inside of me.
Rage unlike I've ever known.
You've always been able to control such emotions.
I don't think I can do that much longer.
- I feel like I'm possessed.
- Pray to Allah.
Pray? I pray and I pray and nothing.
Yo.
Sorry about what happened to Leroy Tidd.
Or Ooga Booga.
Or whatever the fuck you call him.
You want to see a nigger enraged? You want to see a nigger enraged? Fucking spade.
Motherfucker.
Fucking cock, motherfucker.
Fucking nigger! The Aryans must be punished.
We will no longer tolerate their actions.
From this moment on, we are all on point.
Said's nigger ass is in the hole.
- It looks like Arif's in charge.
- All right.
Fuckers are more pissed off than ever.
I want you guys to watch each other's back.
- Carry weapons whenever you can.
- Payback time.
This shit's gonna go down real soon.
What the fuck is this all about? Father Mukada loaned me his office.
The warden wants me to speak with you.
He fears that there will be an escalation of hostilities between your people and the Muslims.
Sit down, please.
The hacks have a good reason to fear, preacher.
So do you.
You feel that I have wronged you by getting Karl Jenkins to testify against Robson, but I assure you, what I did, I did in the name of justice.
No, what you did, you did because Robson got pissed when you tried to turn me into a psalm singer.
Oh, I never imagined that you would convert.
I simply wanted you to know a little joy in your life.
The birth of your grandchild.
Yeah, if she is my grandchild.
You ever talk to that woman in your congregation? Sarah? Yes.
She and Carrie have had numerous conversations, and at no time did Carrie say anything about having been a prostitute.
Sarah ask her directly? No.
Well, then you've proved nothing either way.
When are you gonna see this girl again? In an hour.
Unless the warden puts the entire prison in lockdown.
If I could assure him that, at least for the time being, there will be no immediate trouble, maybe Warden Glynn will reconsider.
Got yourself a deal.
Hi, Mr.
Schillinger.
What happened to your face? Nothing.
It's fine.
There we are, all nice and dry.
Hey, are you gonna play with Grandpa? That's okay.
Is something wrong? I'm gonna ask you some serious questions.
And I want you to talk true.
Okay.
Put the baby down.
It's okay.
It's okay, Jewel.
Oh, sweetie.
It's come to my attention that you worked the streets, hooking.
And I can see it's true.
- Hank said we needed money.
- I don't want to hear that part.
What's important is, whose child is that? She's not Hank's, is she? You knew the day you showed up here.
Mr.
Schillinger, I swear when the doctor told me I was pregnant, I counted backwards, trying to figure out who the father was.
On the day the baby was conceived, I had sex with three different men, okay? Two out-of-town salesmen and Hank.
So the truth is, I don't know which one was the father.
I'm not sure.
Except, it's there in her face.
Don't she look like Hank? Don't she? Okay, Cloutier's gotten Schillinger to agree not to retaliate, so he's gonna keep his boy Robson in check.
I need your assurance the Muslims will cooperate.
- No.
- No? No what? You won't cooperate? No, I can't assure you of anything, McManus.
Least of all the good behaviour of my people or myself.
Because, you see, what's been going on has been going on and will go on till long after you, me and Schillinger are all dead.
My only concern is right now.
Yeah, that's not surprising because you always did take the short view.
Maybe you need another couple days in here.
- Yeah, maybe I do.
- Fuck you.
Go ahead.
Going out.
If athletes learned to control their tempers, to control their rage, then hockey players wouldn't do time in the penalty box, basketball players wouldn't draw technical fouls, football players wouldn't be penalised 15 yards.
Of course, if athletes did control their rage, nobody would be interested in sports.
The punching, choking, kicking, biting, screaming, that's what the fans go to see.
What are you doing? It's 7:00 a.
m.
Game two's not till this afternoon.
Yeah.
I wanted to work on my shot.
I'm still haunted by those fucking air balls I threw up last game.
Don't beat yourself up.
I mean, I couldn't get much going, either.
Yeah.
What do you think of Vahue? That guy's a stone bitch.
A strong, tough, talented player.
That's funny.
That's what I said about you.
Well, maybe not in those exact words.
Friend of mine's a scout with the Sacramento Kings.
Told him about you.
Says he wants to take a look.
- A look? - Yeah, today.
Hey, yo, you got them two dunks off the bat, I was like, "Oh shit, the fat lady's singing.
" Yo, man.
Seconds.
And special stash.
- Oh, shit.
All right? Hey, yo, man, this guy Brass, man, he's some fucking talent, huh? Fuck that.
That motherfucker can play.
I'm too big for him, though.
Yo, game two gonna go like game one.
It'll stay close.
As long as I let it.
- You hearing this? - Yeah, it's true.
Vahue's a wide body.
There's no way to guard him.
There's no way for McManus and Brass to win.
Hey, Vahue.
Go back and get your tray.
- Oh, I got that.
- No, no, no.
He buses his own tray.
Yo, fuck that.
- Shit! - Back the fuck up! Back the fuck up! Back the fuck up! What the fuck? Damn.
You broke my knee.
Well, say something.
Vahue brought the situation on himself.
We were by the book, McManus.
All right, let me know if it's too tight.
- Is it my ACL? - No, your ACL is fine.
It's just your knee's badly swollen.
You should stay off it for a few days.
- We'll push the game back a week.
- Because you care about me, right? - No.
I just want your best game.
- Oh, you still think you're gonna win? Like I said, the ball bounces the right way, who knows? You're telling me I ain't got any damage? None that I can see.
Then I'm gonna see you in the gym then.
Tell your boy, bring his A-game, too.
Hey, Vahue.
Yeah, not.
Fucking let us down, Vahue.
I had a lot of money bet on that game, cocksucker.
Tug, let me get the chair.
No, man, I'm using it.
No, for real, dude.
I need to sit down, and elevate this leg, man.
Come on.
- Yo, I'm out, baby.
- I'm with you.
Hey, yo, Poet.
Hey, man, at dinner, how about I get some more of that Gatorade? Man, I don't know, Jackson.
I don't know.
I'm dehydrated, man.
I lost a lot of water today.
I'll see what I can do but it's a tall order.
It's simple.
In three weeks, I want you to come out to our rookie camp, huh? - Oh, Jesus.
- No guarantees, - but I think you can make our club.
- Congratulations.
I got to go.
Somebody from player personnel will contact you.
And one last thing.
I don't want to tell you not to play pick-up games, this thing you and Tim got going, but use your head, right? All right.
Stay strong.
I'll still play.
- I can't ask you to do that.
- I know you want to win that game.
- I'll find someone else.
- Tim I'll find someone.
Fuck.
There he goes now, the luckiest man on the planet.
- Lucky? - Correction: Formerly lucky.
The word's out, McManus.
That scout today came to scoop up your boy.
He's on his way to the Kings.
And without Brass, you're gonna look pretty fucking foolish.
I bet you lose by 50, 60 points.
Well, who says I'm without him? I thought Brass wasn't playing.
- He's not.
- So, what was that all about? I couldn't stomach giving Morales the satisfaction.
He'll get it soon enough.
Hey, Martinez.
Hey.
- The warden still got you in Unit B? - Yeah.
- Excellent.
I need an ask.
- Ask.
Easy, easy.
There's blood on the floor.
All right, get down.
Easy, easy.
Goddamn it, get help.
- Where's Brass? - The ambulance just left.
- He needed surgery.
- Oh, fuck.
- How bad was he? - On the big scale, - he's gonna be just fine.
- But? But Dave's done with basketball.
His Achilles tendon wasn't just severed, a chunk of it was missing.
He'll be walking funny the rest of his life.
What you want? How does it feel? How does what feel? Being the one who snitched to the hacks, who kept us from greasing Morales, Pancamo and the rest, kept us from taking over the drug trade? No, no, no.
Come here, come here, come here.
Listen.
Burr Redding says you get to live because you and he got history.
But he ain't gonna be around forever, bro.
And when he die you die.
- Let the man go, son.
- Oh, you want something? - What's up, nigger? - As much as I'd like to watch the two of you whack each other, the smart thing to do is walk away.
Yeah.
Later.
Oh, you know it.
This is all I'm saying, Augustus.
You ain't got no friend except me.
The plan's working.
Yeah.
Morales and Pancamo think I'm their slave.
Burr Redding thinks I'm his most loyal soldier.
When we're done, they'll all be dead.
We'll be running things our way.
I have to admit, Tug, I was kind of surprised when you tapped my shoulder, me being the one who greased your brother and all.
When I shanked you and you didn't die, I knew you had balls.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Tug Daniels is a traitor.
I always had my suspicions.
What are you gonna do about him? Well, I believe that every man deserves a fair trial before he's executed.
This court is now in session.
- Fuck you! - Tug Daniels, you're being accused of the three disses: Disloyal, dishonest, disrespectful.
How do you plead? Man, if y'all gonna take me out, just fucking take me out, man.
Stop the bullshit, all right? You've been seen fraternising with Supreme Allah.
Now don't you let that fool think I was with him, man.
Soon as I killed you, him and Hill was dead meat.
The prosecution rests.
- You got any defence? - Yeah, I got a defence.
You're killing me for the same crime you let Hill walk on.
You're getting old, Burr.
Getting soft.
- Can't go the distance no more.
- Silence.
With me in charge, you motherfuckers would be running Oz.
Pay attention to what I'm fixing to tell you.
It is the decision of this court that you have been found guilty.
Man, kill this old pussy, not me.
Therefore, I must sentence you to death.
Throw his ass back there behind the cafeteria.
Stick him in a garbage dumpster.
Move it.
What the fuck? Shit.
Hey, Officer Robinson.
Yo, you might want to come check this out.
Ouch.
Central, this is 16.
We've got a 44 in the cafeteria.
Lockdown! Lockdown! Tug Daniels is dead.
Move it.
Move it.
Our days are numbered, bro.
If me and you ain't careful, we're gonna end up like Tug Daniels.
Let's go.
Let's go! More and more these days, you pick up a newspaper and some athlete's name is in the headline.
Not on the sports page, but for getting into trouble with the law.
I'm never surprised.
The adrenaline it takes to be a superstar is the same as the rush you feel committing a crime.
When the game's over, it's hard to put a cap on that.
Hard to go back to being ordinary.
I am so sick of hearing about fucking death row.
- Governor.
- I see you're fully recovered.
And I can see how much that pleases you.
All right, let's get down to business.
I had extensive talks with the attorney general, and here's how the situation lays out.
According to the law, Giles is within his rights asking to be stoned to death.
The fucking anti-death penalty group that's suing us will probably win.
We'll appeal.
The case will eventually land at the State Supreme Court, where God knows what those buttheads will decide.
You appointed half of them.
Thanks for reminding me.
So instead of plodding through all that muck, we've decided that it's simpler if you, Sister Peter Marie, declare Giles mentally incompetent.
- What? - I'll commute his sentence to life and we'll ship his ass over to the Conley Institute, where he can blubber till he dies.
Meanwhile, I'll have the legislature rewrite the capital punishment law, limiting the prisoner's options to lethal injection and electrocution.
I won't do it.
I won't say that William Giles is insane.
- Why? - Because he's not.
Leo, now would be a good time for you to jump in.
Peter Marie, this solution would make the problem go away.
The problem will go away when the death penalty goes away.
Now that there's DNA, every other week Every other week.
- There's another horror story of some innocent man almost being put to death.
The governor of Illinois - has put a moratorium on - George Ryan is an asshole.
And if I want to debate this issue, I'll go on Meet the Fucking Press.
You're not the only shrink in town, Sister.
If you won't say he's crazy, I'll get someone who will.
Hello, William.
Peter.
Peter Marie.
How you doing? Moses is dead.
Lonely.
I'll bet.
You know, it's lonely out here, too.
Your life and the lives of hundreds of other men and women in the hands of lawyers and politicians.
I feel so powerless.
Noisemaker.
Yeah, that's me.
Blowing horns and banging pots, and yet nothing has changed.
Us.
Pray.
God.
Well, we do have that, don't we? Yes, William.
Us.
Pray.
God.
The State Supreme Court, in a 5-4 decision, declared the four-year-old capital punishment law to be unconstitutional based on the case of an inmate at the Oswald Correctional Facility who asked to be stoned to death.
The justices declared such an execution would be cruel and unusual punishment, well outside the boundaries of My support for the death penalty is unwavering.
However, the public's reaction to this incident indicates that we should take this opportunity to step back.
We must consider not only the means by which we determine such a sentence, but the ways in which we implement it.
I am therefore putting together a non-partizan committee to re-examine all aspects of the death penalty.
Hey, Giles, what's going on? I thought you were halfway to death.
No, alive.
Alive.
Alive? Hey, Officer Murphy, I don't feel so hot.
- What's the matter now? - Throat's sore.
Jeez, you know, you been getting sick a lot lately.
That's winter weather.
It's killing me.
Well, I got news for you.
- Dr.
Nathan's not in today.
- No? How do you feel now? I want to go see my brother in protective custody.
What a shock.
In my opinion, calling someone a deadbeat dad is unfair.
I mean, I would have sent the money to my kids, but I knew that bitch would spend my hard-earned cash buying clothes for herself or that cocky kike asshole she's been living with.
Ryan.
Hey, Cyril.
How you doing, brother? - You okay? - When can I leave here? When can I come back to Emerald City? I don't know.
Dr.
Nathan promised that she'd help us out, but she's gone.
Soon as she gets back, we're gonna work on getting you out.
God, this place sucks, man.
I know you're lonely.
Not so lonely, now that Henry's here.
Hi, my name's Stanton, Henry Stanton.
You're Ryan, right? Cyril's told me all about you.
- What'd you say? - Oh, nothing incriminating.
Well, that's good, because I figure a guy's in protective custody, then, well, he must have, what, ratted out his friends? No.
No, some Aryan threatened to separate me from my genitals, so the warden thought a time-out might ease the tensions.
Don't be telling nobody our business, okay? I know.
Henry's nice.
- I like your brother.
- Hey! Henry, do you mind? I'm trying to have a private conversation over here.
Hey, knock yourself out.
Jesus.
What do you want? Because we're not fucking anymore doesn't mean we can't still be friends.
Yeah, right.
They're shipping your brother off to a loony bin.
Yeah, because of you accusing him - of attacking you without provocation.
- I was being neighbourly.
- He hit me with a tray.
- Neighbourly? Yeah, right.
Here's the deal.
I'll tell the warden not to send Cyril away, if you tell Cyril, he should let me fuck him.
- What? - I wanna fuck your brother.
No chance.
I don't want you going anywhere near my brother.
Okay, but if I don't get anywhere near him, you won't get anywhere near him, either.
You know what, Howell? You're one sick, fucking bitch.
Deputy Dawg.
O'Reily.
It's about time.
I'm famished.
Things are pretty quiet here in J these days, huh, man? Well, Basil dead, Hughes in solitary, it's just me and Her Highness.
You don't like Howell? It's like being shackled to the bride of Frankenstein.
Hey, Alvin, old pal, how'd you like some extra vittles? We're talking chocolate bars, Newman's Own popcorn for that microwave of yours? - Sure.
- All you have to do is just, you know, make sure that Howell has a little accident.
- I'm no killer.
- No, no, no.
I'm not saying kill.
We're talking a busted leg, arm.
Just something to take her out of commission for a week or two.
You about done, O'Reily? Oh, yeah, I'm done.
Maybe I got lucky and she's dead.
Help.
Help.
Help! Help! Help! - Howell broke her pelvis.
- Sweet.
Yeah, she'll be laid up for a while.
Oh, I'm just crying invisible tears.
How's your new cellmate? Oh, Connolly's an ass.
He says I'm not true Irish.
He tried to pull that same line of shit with me.
- Don't worry, he'll come around.
- Yeah.
Hey, Liam.
Check out a guy named Henry Stanton.
He's down in protective custody with Cyril.
No problem.
Stay down.
Stay down.
Hey! What the fuck is going on here? Keep away, O'Reily.
This is none of your concern.
I see two pussy Bible belters wailing on a fellow Catholic? Yeah, it's my concern.
Hey, come on, motherfucker.
I'm not gonna swing on you, Burns.
Not yet.
I got God on my side.
Kirk, you meet me in the library.
Burns, I will talk to you later.
My apologies, sir.
I'm beholden to you.
First, you had Samuel Gougeon beaten, now Padraic Connolly, both against my wishes.
I am doing the Lord's work in the best way I know how.
When you came to me and you asked to convert, I thought you meant you wanted to put those ways behind you, but I can see now that I was wrong.
You are no longer a member of my congregation.
- What? - I cast thee out.
- You can't.
- Let me go.
- Please.
- Let me go! In 1972, 14 Catholics were slaughtered.
What did they do? They committed the hideous crime of walking down a road.
My mother ran out onto the street and grabbed the neighbour's son out of the stampede.
The entire time, a British soldier was holding an L1A1 to her head, yelling at her to get back.
But she didn't and he fired.
Oh, shit.
We call that day Bloody Sunday.
All right, it's visiting time.
I got to go.
- Who's coming? - My mom.
You treat your mother right, Ryan? We've been separated since I was a baby.
We only just found each other.
But yeah, I treat her right.
I know you wonder why I left.
And each time I've come to visit you, I've wanted to tell you the whole story.
Hey, tell me now.
The '60s were a mixed-up time.
We were living in a coldwater flat near the university.
And while I did what wives did in those days, outside, the streets were on fire with protests.
- The Vietnam war.
- I would carry you out into the crowd and listen to the speeches.
And then one day, something just clicked and I had to join.
So I had to leave.
Yeah, but why didn't you take me with you? Well, because my friends fought for peace.
We armed ourselves.
We were militant.
- And someone got killed.
- Yeah.
- And I ran.
And I kept running.
- Jesus.
And so, now, after 35 years, I've decided to stop the marathon.
I'm gonna turn myself in.
- But what'll ha? - I don't know what'll happen to me.
And I don't know if I'll go to prison.
But I wanted to see you again and spend a few hours with you and get to know you before whatever happens does happen.
No.
No.
No, I can't lose you now.
Not after all these years.
Fuck that.
Don't give yourself up.
I have to, Ryan.
I'm no good to you unless I'm true to who I am.
Fuck.
Look I wasn't gonna tell you this, at least not yet.
What if I told you I could fix it so we could be together? What do you mean? A friend of mine is gonna help me and Cyril escape.
No, Ryan, don't do that.
Why the fuck not? You'll spend the rest of your life doing what I've done: Hiding and lying and living in fear and denying who you are.
And that's a life without meaning.
And a life without meaning is no life at all.
Visit's over, O'Reily.
Mom.
You called me Mom.
I love you, Ryan.
I always have and I always will.
- Goodbye.
- Bye.
Bye.
Bad news.
The Attorney General has circumvented the law of asylum.
You're saying we've lost the fight? Your deportation's been ordered.
A week from today, you'll be standing before a British judge.
Once I get there, I'll not get a fair trial.
I'll hang.
I know.
You admit to murdering him even though you know I could tell the warden you confessed, and you'd probably end up on death row.
Yes.
- Hey.
- Hey.
How's Cyril? Oh, he's a little anxious to get out of protective custody, but he's okay.
Hey, did you? Did you give any more thought to what we talked about? Any thought? Your little proposition had me sleepless for three nights.
And what have you decided? Here.
Why are you giving me this? Ten minutes ago, the warden asked me if I knew anything about Keenan's death.
- What? - I lied and said no.
Oh, man.
Thank, Christ.
Ryan, as we speak, the medical board is deliberating whether or not I'm qualified to hold this job.
They're questioning my ethics, okay? My initial reaction was, "How can they do that?" But, you know what? Now I'm questioning my ethics.
Now look love is more important than ethics.
Well, now, how would you know that? I mean, your ethics, what few you have, are completely screwed up.
- Why the fuck are you doing this? - I should tell Leo that you beat Keenan to death.
I should do it.
But I won't, God help me.
- Hey, Gloria - I am not gonna help you escape.
Do you understand that? I will not do it.
And if you ask me again, I will tell the warden everything.
Officer, we're done here.
I do have ethics, and they're not screwed up.
What do you want? I've been on the computer reading about the Troubles.
It's not at all about God.
It's about the money.
It's about the Protestants taking Catholic land.
How could you not hate the British? I mean, if you've got any balls at all, then you'd better be IRA.
You know, fighting for what's rightfully yours.
And what good does your new-found knowledge and all this enthusiasm do for either of us? I want to be part of something, something that matters.
Don't laugh at me, Connolly.
Hey, everyone knows I get things done.
That's my talent.
Let me help you do something for the cause.
Something for Ireland? Alrighty.
I know what we should do.
Hey.
- Two gallons of bleach.
- Good.
All your whites are clean, so are you gonna tell me now why you needed this stuff so bad? Now, can you get me a wristwatch? Wristwatch? Why? Connolly, what the fuck are you doing? Would you be willing to die with me? Would you? The bleach and the wristwatch are part of my grand scheme.
Which is what? To make a bomb.
You and me, O'Reily, we're going to blow up Emerald City.
What? In any sport, to experience victory, the one element you need more than any other is teamwork.
But teamwork is also the scariest notion a person can face.
Joining a team means giving up part of your individuality, being willing to make whatever sacrifice is necessary for the greater cause.
If you're willing to do these things, to truly become a team player, then success will follow.
But a word of caution: Be sure that the success you go after is the success you need.