Oz s05e01 Episode Script

Oz, the name on the street for the Oswald State Correctional Facility Level Four.
Oz is filled with murderers, rapists, racists, drug dealers with the most common of criminals.
But what is it that makes a man common? Better yet, what makes him unique? Winning wars, winning awards? No.
What lifts a man out of the ordinary is who he loves and who loves him.
Today this great state of ours can once again stand proud.
We have the finest, most modern correctional facilities anywhere in the country.
Let the word go forth to friend and foe alike that we will spare no expense, no time, no effort in housing and punishing the bottom feeders of our society.
Can I have your attention, please? I'd like to welcome you all to Our Lady of Fatima Parish.
Now I know that due to the recent renovations resulting from the gas explosion, visits to oz have been severely limited and this is gonna be the first chance that many of you've had to visit your family members.
When your name is called, line up here.
We're walking single file back to Emerald City.
As you know, today is also the first visiting day in months.
Many of you are anxious to be together with your families, so, the quicker you follow instructions, the sooner you'll be together.
Call the numbers.
#96A214, Adams, Phillip.
Carrie Schillinger.
Hello, Carrie, how are you? - How's Jewel today? - She's fine, thanks.
- Eugenia Hill? - How are you, father? I'm fine, Mrs.
Hill.
How are you today? Excited to see my son.
It's been way, way too long.
Of course.
Sonsyrea Arif? - Welcome.
- Salaam alaikum.
- Annette Osorio? - Right here.
I'm coming.
I'm coming.
You're cute.
Here we go.
- My god.
- Wow! All right, all right.
- Looks good.
- Looking good.
Oh, God damn.
Wow, check it.
It's bigger, but not necessarily better.
- I like the new color.
- It's the same color.
- I miss the old place.
- Don't be daft.
All right, Officer Murphy will now give out your cell assignments.
- I want a room with a view.
- And maid service.
#96A214 Adams, Phillip, cell number six.
Over the course of history many famous people have joined the infamous in prison, extraordinary human beings with noble characters who for one reason or another ended up on the wrong side of the law.
Take Thomas Paine.
He was arrested for treason, for fostering rebellion.
Yet without his fiery writings, America might never have been free.
Or Thomas Moore, the statesman, scholar and saint who was sent to the tower of London for being honest with his king.
Moore's reward was to be beheaded.
Help! Help me! Help me! Help! Help! "And Samson sayeth onto his brethren, now shall I be blameless when I do harm the Philistines.
" My friends, there are times when we are guilty for our actions and should be punished accordingly.
But there are times when our actions, however cruel, leave us blameless because we have punished the guilty.
Amen.
Now let us pray.
Dear Lord, we ask you to continue the recovery of the Reverend Jeremiah Cloutier, who survived the gas explosion which in turn freed him from the wall he had been bricked up inside of.
Lord, we ask you to bless the Reverend's journey today as he comes back to Oz from the burn unit at Benchley Memorial Hospital.
Lord, we also ask you to bless Jaz Hoyt who took full responsibility for sealing Reverend Cloutier in the wall.
Jaz is a good man, Lord, who suffers needlessly in solitary confinement.
Look down upon him, Lord, keep him strong.
Gloria, has Cloutier arrived yet? - Uh, yeah.
- I need to see him.
Hoyt was in charge of rebuilding that kitchen wall.
So I got him in solitary but he won't say who else is involved.
So I need Cloutier to tell me.
He can't, not yet.
His throat was damaged during the fire.
He can hardly make any sounds at all.
- Is he conscious? - Occasionally.
Then he can nod his head yes or no when I read him a list of names.
- Where is he? - In the private room.
Tim, wait.
He was very badly burned during the explosion.
The fact that he survived at all is a miracle.
Hallelujah.
I just want to prepare you for what you're gonna see.
You have any visitors coming today? - Yeah, my sister Annette.
- Nice.
Yeah, she's a great gal.
I love her to death.
She's always been there for me when I needed her.
She's also a bit of a head case.
- Got a light? - No, there's no smoking.
Oh.
Scootch over.
I wanna sit down.
I hope you didn't mind when I got on the bus, me flirting with you.
No, I just Cause I know how you priests don't go in for girls.
- You know, actually - Oh no, I'm sorry.
That came out wrong.
I mean You swear to God you'll never have sex.
- Uh, well yes, but - Do you know my brother? Sure, he comes to mass every Sunday.
Enrique? At mass? Jesus, he must be bored out of his mind.
Oh no, I'm so That came out wrong.
I'm sure you give a very cheery service, father.
Only my brother is not like, You know, of the churchgoing variety.
I got to admit that most of the guys just come because they want a break the monotony.
I haven't seen Enrique in three years.
Been in South Beach.
What were you doing down there? Bartending, mostly.
I tried to go for some modeling jobs 'cause I got a good figure, but, you know, I wasn't willing to play the games.
You know what I'm saying? Yeah, I think I do.
The guys try to take advantage, huh? Exactly, which is why I need to speak to Enrique.
'Cause one certain guy took too much advantage.
My fucking husband.
He hurt you? I loved that Cuban cocksucker with all of my heart and he cuts a chunk out of me.
I need Enrique to talk to Xavier.
To call him from Oz? My brother's voice travels far.
He don't need a phone, if you know what I'm saying.
No, please don't tell me anymore.
You're a priest.
You can't say nothing to nobody.
That's only during confession.
We're not in a confessional, we're on a bus.
- Don't get so technical.
- Uh, Annette, What you're about to ask your brother is wrong.
Bullshit! Look at my arm.
I didn't say that what your husband did was right.
I'm just saying that's not gonna solve the problem.
Fuck you, you self-righteous jizzball.
You don't know dick about dick.
And that came out exactly the way I meant it.
Listen up.
When I give the order, you are to walk from your cell and form a single line.
Step out.
- All right.
- Hey, what's going on? No talking.
- Holy shit.
- New and improved.
No talking.
Okay.
During the reconstruction we discovered that there are problems in the air ducts throughout the building.
We need to clean out the ducts in solitary.
And so, until that job is complete, I'm going to put you all back into gen pop.
- Hey.
- There you go.
Awesome.
- No talking.
- I didn't say shit.
Now this is a second chance for you slugs.
If you behave yourself over the next few days, You won't have to return to solitary, understood? - Don't fuck this opportunity up.
- Warden? Exactly what is the problem with the air ducts? That's none of your concern, White.
What air duct? That's the air we breathe, right? What part of "no talking" don't you understand? I've got a constitutional right to breathe fresh air.
- I mean, fuck a duck.
- Breathe, brother, breathe.
- Where are you going? - See McManus.
He ain't here.
Get back in line.
Welcome home, Miguel.
I've been hoping and praying for this day.
We've got unsettled business, you and me.
- Oh yeah? - You killed my boys Carlo Ricardo and Jorge Vasquez.
You gotta pay.
Spit, sweat, blood.
What? Bodily fluids, you know.
Fluids the body produces.
Piss and tears.
Some are voluntary, some not so voluntary.
When I was in my cubbyhole, you know, I had a lot of time to think about my fluids.
My juices, you know.
My shit.
You're fucking nuts, Alvarez.
That's right.
Right.
That's me, I'm fucking nuts.
You say I gotta pay? Fine, put this on my tab, okay? Hey, what the fuck is going on in here? - We're taking showers.
- With your clothes on? Up against the wall.
Come on, move it.
What, me too? Naw, I can see you're clean.
All right, confine these two dinks to their cells.
Put Guerra in the cage.
Come on, move it.
Got anything else to say, Alvarez? Man is 80% water.
Hey, Miguel.
You are one lucky fuck.
Oh, yeah, that's me.
You know, I'm Mr.
Lucky.
You know Guerra wants you dead and I can yank him off your ass.
If I do what, huh? If I kill somebody for you? Those days are gone, chica.
Those days are long gone.
See, I got no interest in sniffing the butthole.
You won't survive solo.
You ain't got the balls.
- Ain't got what? - Balls cojones, pendejo.
- That's what I'm saying.
- Ah, bolitas, right.
You see this? I did that.
Yeah.
Cut my own face, you know what I'm saying? I shoved a shank in Rivera's eyes.
You know what I'm saying? I slit Vasquez's throat.
You know what I'm saying? I handle a knife better than a fucking surgeon.
I got nothing to prove to you, brother.
Nothing.
Come on, get the fuck out of my face! Muévate, muévate, hombre.
Hey, Giles.
Don't think I've forgotten about you sticking me.
Little fucking cocksucker.
Yeah! Yeah! This incident with Giles concerns me, Alvarez.
You want to stay out of solitary, you've got to stay out of trouble.
You and me both know that I'm going back to solitary no matter what I do.
Glynn is not gonna let me run around free.
And even if you did convince him to, I'm doomed.
You know? Attract trouble like a fucking magnet.
You know what quicksilver is? - Quicksilver? Yeah.
- Yeah.
It's like mercury, right? Stuff they make mirrors with.
Mirrors, yeah.
Reflections, right? It's just this whole changing mood, you know what I'm saying? I mean, that's just me, man.
It's me, McManus.
You know, I'm just kind of quicksilver, man.
Whoosh, you know? Hey, Guerra.
You know, you look like a fucking gorilla I seen one time in the fucking Bronx Zoo.
Fuck you.
You better hope they don't let me out of here soon 'cause your fucking black ass is mine.
Oooooo! Hey! Anybody got a banana I could feed to the fucking ape? Omar.
There you are.
I've been waiting to see you.
May I step forward, please? All right.
Yeah.
I know I'm always saying I'm sorry for all this nonsense I keep getting sucked into.
- Kicking you and stabbing you.
- What, man? When the hacks told me I was coming back to Em City I said McManus is the man, son.
Yo, I mean, he got a heart as big as - I don't know what's as big.
- All right.
- No, wait, I know what I'm saying.
- Don't fucking touch.
Even if I'm not saying the right words, I will make good this time, I promise.
You know, I'm glad that you're willing to make another effort, but I gotta ask you a question.
Why the fuck did you get so upset with me? Why did you kick me in the head? You know, there I am sitting there watching TV, right? And you come up on the screen, big as day, right? And Guerra, fucking Guerra, he starts making fun.
- That's how the fight - I know all this shit.
Why did you fucking attack me? 'Cause you didn't say nothing to me, man.
About what? About being a contestant on fucking "Up Your Ante.
" I think I know this.
I mean, here I think we getting all friendly.
We shared our thoughts and feelings.
And then I gotta find out you on TV the same time as all the rest of them fucks.
Oh.
As a matter of fact, uh you sort of owe me an apology.
- Me apologize to you? - Uh-huh.
Work detail.
Go to work, Omar.
Here you go, Burr, hot and tasty.
- Just the way you like it.
- Appreciate it.
Mericón.
- Stupid fucking spics.
- Don't worry.
You're gonna get your chance to hack up Chico Guerra soon enough.
That's just the thing of it.
I'm tired.
I don't wanna hack anybody up anymore.
I'm really, really, really trying.
I'm trying to keep it on the straight and narrow.
On the up and up, you know what I'm saying? Hey, negro estupido.
Hey, tamale boy, why don't you shut your fucking mouth? What? Guerra's not the gorilla.
You are.
Get the fuck off me, you black bitch motherfucker.
I'm gonna fucking get you! Get off me, you bitch.
What did you say about a banana? Back in the day before the day, explorers would set out on ships to discover new worlds.
Adventurers like Marco Polo and Christopher Columbus would sail into the horizon not sure if they'd find a place to land or fall off the edge of the Earth.
As a result of their journeys, both Polo and Columbus got fame, fortune and a pair of leg irons.
That's right.
The man who discovered America was a con arrested for embezzlement.
After a few months in a dank, dirty dungeon, I bet old Chris started wishing he had fallen off the edge of the Earth.
Thanks, Father M.
- She is giggling - She's excited to see her grandpa.
We had the blood test done.
Hank was definitely the dad.
- I heard.
- Yeah.
I just want Mr.
Schillinger to be there for Jewel.
And we don't have anyone else.
- What about your parents? - My folks are back in Montana.
They don't give two shits about Jewel and me.
Maybe in time, Carrie.
Maybe.
- It's video games.
- I beg your pardon? Hank played video games all day and into night.
Video games and videos.
He watched that "Natural Born Killers" like 60 times.
I just think that, you know, maybe if he hadn't he'd still be alive.
I don't think it's that simple, Carrie.
Hank's upbringing, family life, education, they all had a lot to do with making him who he was.
Can you bless my baby, Father? Can you take away the curse that's on her head? Curse? The one that killed Hank and his brother.
The one that put Mr.
Schillinger at Oz.
I just want my girl to be happy, you know.
Have a happy life.
All right, I'll say a prayer.
Can't wait to see my granddaughter.
Christ, you gonna get all mushy again? Grub, boys.
Fuck you calling boy? I'm sorry, Schillinger.
I know you're having a rough recovery and I don't wanna say nothing to loosen up them sutures.
Hey, what did you do? Serve everybody else in this fucking prison and then bring us the shit leftovers? Robson, you been in Oz all this time and now you want to be a food critic? Oh, you're scary, oh.
We got to get back to Gen Pop or I'm gonna go stir-crazy.
Dr.
Nathan says we're at full speed.
It's time to take down Kareem Said.
That fucking nigger's gonna live to regret shanking us.
Them Muslims got what they call a jihad, A holy war.
They ain't seen war like what's coming.
Jihad? Yee-ha! You want to go to the hole? You can't put me in the hole.
I'm recuperating.
Health care, it's a bitch.
Thank you.
Said.
Said.
The warden has decided to charge you with attempted murder for stabbing Robson and Schillinger.
- Want to arrange for a public defender? - No.
- You intend to represent yourself? - No.
I intent to plead guilty.
Said's in a dark and ugly place.
Why should he be any different that anyone else in Oz? Since he killed Adebisi I've watched him becoming more and more angry, violent.
This thing with Robson and Schillinger is just one more piece in a long decline.
He was defending Tobias Beecher.
I'm not debating his motives, Pete, just his methods.
The old Said would have never resorted to violence, at least not as a first step.
I'm releasing Robson and Schillinger today.
- Oh great.
- Can't you keep them longer? No, their wounds have healed and I need the beds.
Give them a little valium, some prozac, anything that'll keep them calm.
- Why not medicate everybody? - Okay.
Listen up, I'm not gonna take any shit from the Aryans or the Muslims.
I intend to tell them so.
I want everyone in the cafeteria at 3:00.
Don't you want your mail, Kareem? Hey, Tobias.
What do you think of the office? It's very snazzy.
- Yeah.
- And they finally upgraded my computer.
I've got 128 megabytes of RAM.
- How is said? - Seems fine.
There's concern among the staff about the Muslims and Aryans.
For good reason.
In the shower this morning I had a thought about you.
You were thinking about me while you're naked in the shower? Oh boy.
You and Said are friends.
And you and Schillinger were getting along, at least until he heard about your possible parole.
What if I could organize an interaction between Schillinger, Said and you? If you can broker a peace between these two, You save a lot of lives.
And, when you're up for parole again at the end of the year I'll smell even sweeter.
Yeah.
Imagine that.
Said, Schillinger and I in a three-way? No, absolutely not.
- I'm not going anywhere near Said.
- Vern My people don't associate with his kind.
Yet you have in the past.
Like when you asked said to represent you in your conspiracy to commit murder trial.
- That was different.
- How? He hadn't shanked me then.
That is exactly why the two of you have to sit down together and that's why Tobias Beecher has to be there.
Vern, remember when you came to me wanting to make sense of your life so that you could find some peace of mind, some happiness? This is the same.
You'll be able to express whatever it is you're truly feeling inside.
What I feel inside is rage.
But you're smart enough to know that there's no comfort in rage.
Rage feeds off the soul till there is no soul left.
I call.
- Beecher, I call.
- Huh? You wanna play cards or you wanna dick around? - I'm out.
- All right, good.
- My deal, right? - Yes.
Something going on, Tobias? This is Az, Bob.
There's always something going on.
- 216.
- What's that? Number of days till my next parole hearing.
Two matches.
Beecher.
I bet two.
Are you in or out? I am in.
Oh good, uh sit down, gentlemen, sit down.
Sit down.
I spoke to the three of you individually to explain what I hope we can accomplish here.
I know there is a lot of skepticism on your part and so I appreciate you giving this a try.
We must always chose life over death.
You're the one who shanked me in the back, pal.
Kareem, Vern, please.
You know the rules.
Each of you will get a chance to speak.
First, I want to hear from Tobias.
Yeah.
I do feel a certain sense of responsibility about what happened that day in the library.
You were happy that my parole got turned down.
Given all the shit that's gone on between us, I can understand that.
And you saw him and Robson in my face threatening me and you wanted to help.
And I can appreciate that too.
So you were both justified, you know, mostly in the way you behaved.
- Question.
- Go ahead.
Beecher, would I have been justified shanking Said? I wouldn't have been taunting him.
Kareem.
Do you mean, if the circumstances were reversed - and Said was threatening me? - Uh-huh.
Yes, I think you'd be justified in stabbing him.
Horseshit.
Here's why and you gonna want to have Sister Pete send me to the State Asylum when you hear this one.
You two are exactly alike.
- What? - You are crazy.
Listen to him.
You're both powerful men.
Not only natural born leaders, but each of you has a vision of the world.
And even though those visions are in direct opposition, they do share some things in common.
Like what? You both believe in your people, in the rights of your people and the god-given gifts owed to your people.
You both believe that your people deserve a full life, happiness, security and I don't know, I I I guess that's all I have to say.
That's good.
That's that's enough for today.
I think we should think about what Tobias said and, uh, come back tomorrow.
Officer.
Rapists, pedophiles, male hustlers We got all kinds of men in Oz.
Men who've turned sex into a crime.
And for that they belong in the deepest recesses of our hell.
But as we also know, sex is not necessarily love and there are times when love itself will get you incarcerated.
Like Oscar Wilde, who loved and lost two years of his life sitting in Reading Jail.
Two lips, maybe a little tongue pressed against two other lips.
A simple kiss can be more lethal that a gun.
Addiction is Satan's tool, his evil system to keep our people down.
He supplies the drugs to our men and women and then arrests them for using.
He locks our sons and daughters in his prisons and then walks away, a smile across his white face.
Mrs.
Arif? I hate to some of the other passengers on board have asked me to ask you if you could keep your voice down.
Why? Because they don't wanna hear the truth? The drug policy in this country is excessive, oppressive and racist.
- Be that as it may - Instead of locking young black men behind bars we ought to implement substance abuse treatment which is less expensive and more productive.
- I agree, but now is not the time.
- When is the time? Did you know that the number of inmates in American prisons has more than tripled in the last 20 years? - Yes.
- Did you know that if the inmate population continues to grow exponentially by the year 2053 the United States will have more people in prison than out? So, I ask you, Father, how long do we wait to change the way things are? Her baby's trying to sleep.
Your husband's a drug addict? He was, until he found Allah.
My son Augustus, he was too.
for substance abuse.
- Mrs.
Arif - Sonsyrea.
Sonsyrea Your head's all crammed with facts and figures.
But a cold hard fact is never as good as the simple truth.
Your husband, did he hurt you and your children while he was addicted? Yeah.
He became a thief.
- And now? - He struggled and he struggled and he fought his cravings.
With the help of Allah he is clean.
- And your children? - They miss their father.
- But they have Allah now.
- Then, girl, that's the story you ought to be telling.
That's the stuff people need to hear.
- You're in a good mood today.
- Yeah, man, my wife's coming to see me.
All right.
Is she bringing the children? No, Sonsyrea and I need some time, just the two of us.
O'Reily.
That man is an animal.
He murdered Patrick Keenan with such brutality Every time I see him I wonder how he lives with himself.
How you doing, Busmilla? Eat up, Arif.
Move it.
Hey, take over here for a second.
Where the fuck is you goin', man? - Hey, hey, hey.
- O'Reily, relax.
I haven't seen your brother since he checked out of protective custody.
We're just catching up.
I don't want you anywhere near him.
But Ryan, I like Henry.
- I told you, this guy's a scumbag.
- It takes one to know one.
You on some kind of a kamikaze mission, Stanton, huh? If I see you talking to Cyril again you're going down in flames.
Later.
- What'd you say to him? - Nothing.
Nothing.
- Jeez.
- Hey, you mick fucks.
We're working over here.
You want to join us? You know I agonize and agonize over telling you I saw Ryan O'Reily murder Patrick Keenan.
Finally Minister Said convinced me to step forward and yet, O'Reily's never been charged.
That's because I haven't been able to gather any concrete evidence against him.
At this point, all I have is your testimony and you won't even speak publicly.
Or have you changed your mind? If I do, O'Reily will have me killed.
Don't expect miracles.
I've been going over and over that moment in my mind, trying to remember every detail and this might not be important, But I think I saw O'Reily pull a shamrock off of Keenan's neck.
- A shamrock? - Yeah, a gold shamrock on a chain.
- I see.
- Don't let this lie, warden.
Justice must be done.
O'Reily must be punished.
- Stay back.
- But I've got a pain.
- Where? - In my heart.
I'm heartsick 'cause you keep ignoring me.
I'm busy, Ryan.
I just wanted to know, did the medical board did they rule on your case of malpractice? Yes.
They reprimanded me, fined me, but I'm still a doctor.
Well, that's that's great, right? Gloria? - May I see you? - Sure.
Let's walk.
Whoever killed Patrick Keenan Took a gold chain from around his neck, a shamrock.
At one point, when we spoke, you had a shamrock in your hand.
- It was his.
- Where did you get it? Arrived one day at my office in an unmarked envelope.
When I interviewed you about the murder why didn't you tell me you had evidence? Leo, I was raped.
After a trauma like that, you're not always thinking clearly.
There are things I've done since that night that make no sense.
Just when I think I get my feelings under control the slightest thing sets me off.
I know.
And I am sorry.
Honestly, there's a part of me that's happy Keenan's dead.
I just want to put his face behind me.
Of course.
Um, Gloria One last question and I promise I'll never bring it up again.
Where's the necklace? Here.
I threw the fucking thing away.
Come on, Warden, there's got to be a rule about the number of times you can keep on asking me the same questions.
You think I'm screwing with your civil rights? You want to consult an attorney? I don't need an attorney, 'cause I didn't kill Keenan.
Look, man, check the assignment records.
I wasn't near the gym all day.
- My informant says different.
- Your informant's a liar.
Why would he lie? Look, a lot of people got issues with me.
A lot of people had issues with Keenan.
The killer was a scrapper, he was in fights all the time.
You go through the files, you'll find a shitload of suspects.
I have.
You're still the nearest and the dearest.
Take him out.
Glynn wants to nail you for Keenan's murder, huh? He's got some witness, only I don't know who.
If I could find out this fucker's name I'd persuade him to change his testimony or - Kill him? - Yeah, well.
In any case, I need to confuse the situation.
Yeah, but how? This clipping it needs to find its way into Henry Stanton's trunk buried beneath his underwear.
Meanwhile, what are you gonna be doing? Encouraging an entirely different eyewitness to step forward.
Go, Marty, go.
- Go! Go! - Come on! Yeah, baby.
- Out! - What the fuck are you talking about? You are out! Prisoner #99M633: Martin Montgomery; convicted March 16th, 1999; two counts of assault in the first degree; sentence: eight years; up for parole in five.
Hey, Marty my boy.
- How about another piece of cake? - Sure.
Thanks.
- O'Reily, right? - That's right.
How come you offering me extra cake? I've been here almost three years, you never even farted in my direction.
Well, you're right.
We're not friends.
Everybody knows we're not friends, which is why I can offer you - an exciting moneymaking opportunity.
- Which is what? I want you to go to the warden and tell him You saw Henry Stanton murder Patrick Keenan.
But I didn't.
Marty, there's a lot more cake where that came from.
Stanton caught Keenan with a barbell right about here.
Keenan went down.
Stanton ripped the necklace from his throat.
- What happened next? - I ran.
I mean, what, stick around? All right, thanks for coming forward.
Like I said, my conscience couldn't take the strain of keeping what I saw inside.
I'll be damned.
Normally nobody rats on anybody, now I got two different witnesses Identifying two different suspects for the same murder.
Montgomery had a lot more details than Arif.
Specific details.
Yeah, and according to the records Stanton and Keenan were constantly fighting.
- But why would Arif lie? - Ask him.
No, first I'm gonna have a word with Henry Stanton.
Me? Kill Patrick Keenan? - I wish.
- At least twice in unit B Keenan kicked the shit out of you.
That ain't true.
I got my licks in.
Medical report says after the first fight you had two broken ribs, the second one a broken wrist.
Keenan had no injuries at all.
Mine was a moral victory.
That day in the gym, you whacked him, didn't you? No.
I swear on my children, no.
We found this in your cell.
I've never even seen this before.
You're obsessed with Dr.
Nathan, aren't you? No.
I mean, she's got nice tits and all, - but other than that I never even - Take him to the hole.
- The hole? Why? - Maybe a few days there will jostle your membrane.
Fuck you, fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you, you motherfucker.
Warden, how's the investigation going? - Fine.
- When are you gonna charge O'Reily? Let me ask you something, Arif.
Why are you so hell bent on Ryan O'Reily going down? As I said, justice must be done.
- There's no other reason, no agenda? - No.
This isn't payback for some wrong done to you? - No.
- I've been digging around.
During the riots, you and O'Reily almost came to blows.
- The riot? - That was five years ago.
In my experience cons have long memories.
You think I made the story up? You know what? At this point, I don't know.
And I'm beginning to wonder if I even care.
Ready for this? Glynn's suspended The investigation in the murder of Patrick Keenan.
Too many suspects, not enough clues.
- Perfect.
- Bet you could press it.
Bet you could get Stanton convicted.
- Don't want to.
- Why? Look.
Henry Stanton gets the death penalty for Keenan's murder, Gloria Nathan's not gonna let an innocent man die.
She's gonna feel compelled to tell the truth.
No, I win by keeping the ball in play, by keeping the facts murky.
Have that placed in Marty Montgomery's cell.
- Montgomery? Why Montgomery? - Life insurance.
Ryan, can I tell Henry about our secret? That we fooled the warden? No, Cyril.
For Christ's sake, Don't say a fucking word to him.
Stop yelling.
Why do you always yell? Like Papa.
Fuck off.
Galileo Galilei challenged the principle that had been accepted for over 1,000 years that the Earth was the center of the universe, that everything revolved around us.
The mad monks in the inquisition imprisoned Galileo And ordered him to repudiate his theory.
Which he did.
How much worse of a punishment is there than being forced to publicly deny your deepest beliefs? To say that what you know to be true is a lie? I see that baby over there and I can't help but think about Augustus when he was just born, when he took his first step.
You know, you think back and say, if I had done this or if that hadn't happened his whole life might have been different.
- Allah guides our every step.
- I know.
God is my rock, but he can't stop the thoughts from flooding my head, the memories from flowing.
Augustus' first shoes, his first day of school.
Oh, his wedding day.
He looked so happy.
He and Annabella both did.
The sun was shining so bright, I had to squint my eyes as they drove away.
And now I feel like I lost him that day, an more ways than one.
His his world got narrower, you know, with the drugs and all.
- Is he still using? - Oh no, thank God.
My boy's been clean over three years.
- I'm very proud of him for that.
- Yes, indeed.
That's why I'm worried.
That's why today is going to be so hard.
I I've got news to tell him.
Bad news.
News that I want him to hear from me first, because maybe if I can just cushion the blow, he he won't go back to the crack.
His wife, Annabella, - she's divorcing him.
- Oh, my.
I tried talking to the girl, but her mind's made up.
She's got another fella and now she wants to be free.
And yet God help me, I can't stop blaming her for the darkness in Augustus' life.
She was with him the night he shot the policeman, the night his spine got snapped.
She should have taken better care of my son.
Eugenia? I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
The tears are for Augustus, my little emperor.
Locked in a cell, down in that wretched place, half his body dead.
And damn all I keep thinking of is his first step.
Yo, Burr, how come you never get in line? Because ain't nobody sending me nothing.
See this? Motherfuckers want me To donate money to the United Negro College Fund.
They got be be kidding.
Fuck.
It's a letter from some lawyer.
My wife's divorcing me.
Oh, this is a surprise? No, I guess not.
I mean No, no, I mean, she she's been visiting me less and less and you know, when she does come, there's definitely a distance.
What do you expect? You've been cooped up here in Oz for the last seven years.
That's a long time for a young gal to keep a candle lit.
I know.
It's just that You know, we loved each other.
The least Annabella could have done was come and say goodbye.
It's tough luck, Augustus, man.
Tough fucking luck.
You'll survive, son.
You survived this shithole, you'll survive a divorce.
Maybe.
Losing her it's like giving up my last piece of hope.
It's like admitting to myself that everything I had out there is gone.
Just gone forever.
You know, I never told you this, but Dee and I was fixing to divorce too.
- What? - Just before she got sick.
'Course after she got sick I couldn't leave her.
I thought you and Dee was happy.
You always seemed so happy.
That was the vodka.
The only woman I knew that could drink more liquor than me.
That love in her eyes was always a little bit blurry.
No, you and your moms was the only real family I ever knew.
She's coming today.
Eugenia.
Maybe you and me can visit mom together.
You know, I'd like that.
I'd like to see Eugenia.
She always had the sweetest pair of eyes.
Okay, it looks like we're gonna be at the main gate of Oswald in about five minutes.
Sonsyrea Arif, Charles Ballace, Eugenia Hill Annette Osorio, Sharon Patel, Trudy Granser, Carrie Schillinger What about my granddaughter? - Jewel Schillinger.
- She's at Benchley Memorial in stable condition.
Dee Swanson, Pamela Turton Yeah, yeah, yeah, lots of fine people have sat staring at the inside of prison walls.
Socrates, Gandhi, Joan of Arc, Even our Lord Jesus Christ.
He spent the last night of his life not with holy men, but with scum like the kind we've got in Oz.
One of the last things Jesus did on earth was invite a prisoner to join him in heaven.
He loved that criminal.
I say, he loved that criminal as much as he loved anyone.
Jesus knew in his heart it takes a lot to love a sinner.
But the sinner, he needs it all the more.