Oz s05e02 Episode Script

There are three kinds of laws which govern us all.
First and foremost are the laws of God, followed closely by the laws of nature and, running a distant third, the laws created by man.
You see, in order for man to create a law, a group of people have to get together and decide that they have come up with the ultimate truth, a basic inherent truth by which every citizen must conduct himself or be punished.
The only problem is the group of people who decides on the ultimate truth is a bunch of politicians.
Given the choice, would you rather be judged by a whim of the Almighty, or a vote by Congress Here comes the dead man.
Make you move, bro'.
Later, but I'm keeping an eye on you.
Truer words have never been spoke, man.
What the hell does that mean? Being only that you got one good eye, you droopy-eyed motherfucker.
- You cocksucker! - Get him! Kill him! Kill that motherfucker! Kill that fucking brown-ass motherfucker! Kill him! Fascinating, you in the cafeteria.
What do you mean? Throwing caution to the wind.
Think it'll work? - Will I survive? - I don't know.
But you gotta know.
You been in Oz, like, 36 years.
Been through the same shit that I've been through, and more.
And I know you know all the tricks.
No, no tricks.
Well, then what? I've just been myself.
Like I said, it's fascinating the difference in generations.
You young people have grown up with so much choice and possibility.
On the one hand, that's a marvelous thing.
On the other, so many of you battle with who you are.
For us, it was simpler.
There was none of this finding yourself jazz.
You just concentrated on what you had to do.
You were 18, 19 years old going off to war.
So that's who you were.
That's who we all were.
So you guys are heroes? That's what you're telling me? You guys are he-men? Lord, no.
We were scared to death.
But when the landing boats carried you to shore and the metal doors came down you charged the beach, took the blow.
That's just how it was.
It had to be done.
I've faced many hurdles and moments of great fear in my life.
But coming from an age when men took the blow, I've always felt comfortable in my own skin.
Sounds good.
That's good.
Oh, Raider baby.
Whoo.
Mmm! Man, this baby Oh, shit.
Oh, hootchie mama.
Mmm.
I want you to stab me.
What? I want you to shank me.
I won't retaliate.
Yeah? Are you going to let me kill you? Not kill.
Stab in the shoulder.
The proposition's this: I'll give you a free shot at me, and in return, I don't die.
What the fuck are you talking about? I'm willing to take the blow.
Wouldn't it be satisfying just to stick me? It'd be immensely fucking satisfying.
Okay.
Make sure you hold up your part of the bargain.
I want witnesses.
I want a lot of them.
I get this.
You let me take a swipe at you and the hacks throw me in solitary for the next 10 years.
No.
We do it when the guards aren't around.
You'll control that.
I just want the inmates to see so in case you do decide to kill me, one of the inmates will go to Glynn, give you up, you end up on death row.
Deal.
What that loco motherfucker don't know is that I am gonna kill him.
After he's down, I slip a shank in his hand and it's self-defense.
Fuck.
What's the matter? My sister's dead, and ever since I heard the news I've felt nothing.
And now you tell me you're going to kill Alvarez and I feel this little charge in my belly.
Jesus, what the hell is that? It's nothing.
My little sister worshipped me.
You can't kill Alvarez.
- What?! - I haven't shed a tear for a sister who thought that much of me.
And at the same time, this Alvarez thing is revving me up.
It's not right.
There's something wrong.
And out of respect for Annette, I gotta take a look at that.
We both do.
What's happening is you're on a delayed reaction.
You're in shock.
In a week, you'll be crying like a baby over your sister.
Thing is, we don't got a week.
Our best chance to kill Alvarez is here, right now.
Chico.
You ready? Ready.
Yo! Yo, my man! Look over here! Over here! Guys, over here! Watch this! Right.
Right here.
Central, this is 14.
We got a 29 in the gym.
Repeat, we got a 29 in the gym.
Get down here.
Hey, hang on, hang on.
Repeat, I have a 29 in the gym.
This is 14.
There you are.
You look right smart.
I wish they'd let you come with me to the funeral.
Me too, but I wasn't really a relative or nothing.
I still can't believe this, man.
How can my moms be dead? I remember when I first met your mother.
We were none of us no more than 14.
I was with your dad, doing some kind of nonsense when all of a sudden, I saw her coming across Friedmont Street.
Mmm! She had the sweetest pair of eyes.
Your dad didn't even notice her until I tapped him on his shoulder.
He looked at her, she looked at him and that was that.
They got married, they had you.
Burr you always loved my moms, didn't you? Of course.
No.
No.
No, I mean you loved her.
I loved your father too.
But life works out the way life works out.
I want you to put that on her grave for me.
- What is this? - My high school graduation ring.
Yo, Busmalis, any word from your fiancée since she left you at the altar? Ha.
Yeah, sure.
Like, "Don't try and track me down.
I done skipped town.
" No, I watched this show yesterday.
Norma's still working on "Miss Sally.
" Her name's still in the credits.
Those are repeats.
In fact, I read in the newspaper they may even cancel "Miss Sally's Schoolyard.
" What? Jeez, you are a sad fuck.
No wonder she ditched you.
What the hell do you know about it? Know about what, motherfucker, what? Loss, being left.
You have no damn idea, you stupid fool.
Ooh! Hey, I appreciate your sticking up for me, but you're gonna get your butt whooped.
Okay, whatever you say.
- What's eating you? - My son came to see me today.
Alex Jr.
's condition has gotten worse.
He's developed nonlymphocytic leukemia.
Oh, Bob.
That's terrible.
He's in desperate need of a bone marrow transplant.
- They need you to be the donor? - No, I'm no good to him.
Nobody in our family is.
Alex Jr.
's mother is of West Indian and Guatemalan descent.
My grandson's unique mixed-race heritage makes for the most beautiful skin you'll ever lay eyes on.
It also makes finding a suitable donor extremely difficult.
- There's gotta be a match somewhere.
- Oh, sure, somewhere.
But there's a great shortage of donors, and an even greater shortage of minority donors.
Then doctors should get the word out, sign more people up.
I wish it were that easy.
But like with so many other diseases, there's never enough money to go around.
Where you going? To see Dr.
Nathan.
I don't feel so hot.
The umbilical cord, like bone marrow, contains cells capable of fighting leukemia.
Unfortunately, that procedure's still very much in the experimental stages.
Oh, thanks.
Here you go.
Take these.
You'll be fine.
I know how helpless you feel, Bob.
I hear a story like your grandson's and it frustrates me too.
My Latina heritage kicks in and starts kicking me for being so American.
- I don't follow.
- In Central America, South America, there's wide belief that certain herbal medicines hold great promise in regards to treating cancer and other diseases.
But you think that's a bunch of baloney? Like I said, the AMA got the best of me.
Pamphlets, magazines, medical journals, anything to do with herbal medicine, particularly material dealing with research and treatment of leukemia.
Lights out! I've found the cure for cancer.
- You what? - Lapacho.
- Lapa-who? - An herb, from the rainforests of Paraguay.
Some doctors claim they've effectively used the herb to treat cancer, leukemia in particular.
- Wow.
This is great news.
- No, no, no, it's not.
- It's maddening.
- Maddening? Lapacho is an evergreen.
There are more than 100 species of lapacho trees.
Identifying which ones yield the necessary medicinal material is very expensive.
Oh, here we go again.
Always money, money, money.
The only way for a man to get ahead in the world is to be some kind of goddamn millionaire.
- I'll raise the cash! - In Oz? How? I don't know, but I'll find a way.
Good luck.
Here are some laws, real laws currently on the books.
Laws that if you broke, you'd end up in jail.
The state of Rhode Island says it's illegal to throw pickle juice on a trolley.
In the state of Washington, all lollipops are banned.
Down in Indiana, baths may not be taken between the months of October and March.
Over in San Francisco, you cannot pick up and throw used confetti.
And in North Carolina, the law forbids dogs and cats to fight.
But you see, that goes against the laws of nature.
Dogs and cats are born enemies.
Okay, all done.
Wheel him into the ward.
- We've got trauma to the head.
- What happened? I was releasing this joker from the hole and he took a swing at me.
- I ain't no pussy.
- Yeah.
So I gave him one of these.
- Faggot! - Prep him.
It doesn't look too bad.
You'll need a couple of stitches.
What's your name? Stanton, Henry Stanton.
And I don't love you.
- What? - Glynn sent me to the hole 'cause he said I was obsessed with your tits, but I'm not.
You gotta tell the warden I'm an innocent man.
- Okay.
- You gotta get the fuck - tell the warden I'm an innocent man! - Get off me! - Hey, hey, hey, Stanton! - Oh, Jeez! Ow! - You all right? - I was handling this, Ryan.
- It didn't look like it.
- Well, I I don't need you in my life.
- Okay.
- Just get the fuck away from me! - Okay! - Keep moving, O'Reily! I need those sutures! Where the fuck are they? I need another pair of gloves, and prep him for sutures.
Can you hold him, please? There you go, Enrique.
Yo, Ryan, save some extra beets.
All of a sudden you got quite an appetite there, Marty.
Oh, yeah, I never seem to get enough.
- Which is why we gotta talk.
- About what? - My compensation for lying to Glynn.
- Shut the fuck up.
That's what I'm talking about.
For me to keep my lips zipped, - you gotta come up with more moolah.
- Come on, Marty, man.
- We had a deal, right? - Well, I'm renegotiating.
All right.
I'll tell you what, what do you say we meet in the library, 4:00? Bring your checkbook.
I had Montgomery lie to the warden and say that Henry Stanton killed Patrick Keenan.
And Montgomery says if I don't pay more he's gonna rat me out.
If he does, Glynn will know for sure that you killed Keenan.
He'll fry your ass.
Which is why I'm not gonna make my 4:00 appointment with Montgomery.
No? No, I'll have Stanton show up instead.
Yo, Stanton.
O'Reily, I ain't bothering your brother or Nathan or nobody.
So just leave me alone.
Look, I know that, man.
I think you and me, I think we got off on the wrong foot.
But I just want to let you know that I got no beef with you.
- That's good.
- In fact, actually, you and me, we got something in common.
We're both suspects in the murder of Patrick Keenan.
I know.
You know, we both got eyewitnesses who say they saw us do the deed.
And I don't know who's accusing me, but as luck would have it, I found out who's lying about you.
- Who? - I'm hesitant to tell you there, Henry, for fear you're gonna do something crazy.
Motherfucker lies about me, that does make me crazy.
- See then, I'm not gonna tell you.
- Tell me, God damn it.
- No, I don't think I should.
- Tell me! - Please tell me.
- I'm not going to tell you.
- Tell me! - I'm not going to fucking tell you! - Tell me! - I'm not going to fucking tell you! - God damn it, please, tell me.
- Martin Montgomery.
Martin Montgomery? I'm gonna kill that fucking cunt! I guess you won't be talking no more, will you, motherfucker? - Get off him! - Oh, shit! I got him.
We got a neck wound! I got this guy Stanton! Stanton's in solitary.
Montgomery's at Benchley Memorial in critical condition.
People at the gym say they overheard you telling Stanton that Montgomery squealed on him.
Oh, no.
Stanton asked me if I'd if I knew anything about it, and I told him I just heard a rumor.
That's all.
We found this in Montgomery's foot locker.
What's that? Keenan's shamrock.
Oh, yeah, right.
I recognize that now.
What the fuck was Montgomery doing with it? I was hoping maybe you could tell me.
Oh no.
Jeez, warden, I don't know.
Suzanne Fitzgerald, the '60s radical who turned herself in to federal authorities after 32 years on the run, was released today from the Parker Correctional Facility for Women.
No fucking way.
Governor James Devlin has commuted Fitzgerald's sentence - to two years of community service.
- Yes! The governor's decision, while widely expected, - remains controversial.
- Yes! Come on, Cyril.
We're so glad you decided to do your community service in Oz.
And the idea of starting a performing arts program is great.
Oh, thank you.
I I taught music for 20 years in St.
Albans.
And when I heard that you didn't have any kind of arts education program here, it seemed like a good fit.
But you know the hardest part is gonna be convincing these guys to sign up.
I don't know about that.
I think they'll sign up out of the novelty.
But the tough thing will be getting them to stick with it.
Well, if I could motivate 10-year-olds, I think I can handle your prisoners.
So what do you need to get started? Well, I I would love to see where I'm going to work.
The stage is in the cafeteria.
I'll take you right over.
- And then I'd like to see my son.
- Oh, sure.
Psst.
Ryan! - Hey.
- Ryan.
Oh, Christ, I thought I'd lost you forever.
Oh, no, baby.
You're stuck with me.
I know he's not your son, and he's only my half-brother, but I kind of want you to meet Cyril.
- Oh, yeah, I'd love to.
- Yeah? Okay? Hey, Cyril? Cyril? - Hello.
- Hello.
- I made this for you.
- Oh.
Thank you.
That's so sweet.
It's beautiful.
Can I give you a hug and kiss? - Sure.
- Okay.
So, are you two going to be my first pupils? Oh, jeez, you know, Mom, I I can't sing.
- Me neither.
- You can't? Oh.
Guess you take after your father.
That man had the voice of a warthog.
- She's funny, right? - She's funny.
I'm glad you think so.
Will you have some of your friends sign up? - Our friends? - Uh-Huh.
Oh, yeah.
Of course.
All right, all right, I'll do it.
In fact, I've been told I have a pretty good voice.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
In high school, I had the lead in "The Pirates of Penzance.
" # I am the very model of a modern major general # - # I have information # - As far as my mother's concerned, you've never sang a note, you got it? - Okay, not a problem.
- Okay.
Hey, O'Reily, your mama's looking fine.
Does she fuck younger guys? What was that, Hoyt? What the fuck you say? - Fuck you, bitch! - I'm gonna kill you! - Shut the fuck up! - Get the fuck away, you cocksucker! - Bring it, Hoyt! Bring it! - Get the fuck off! Slowly, slowly roll up.
Roll up.
Wait.
Slowly, slowly, slowly.
Wait wait, Matt.
Hold on.
Okay.
Relax your jaw.
Relax your shoulders.
Relax your arms.
- We gotta talk.
- I'm in the middle of a class.
Oh, that's okay.
I've got work to do.
Well, I I'll see you Thursday? Um definitely.
- Come here, come here, come here.
- What? - I want you to quit.
- Quit? - Yeah, look - On my first day? I've ticked off a lot of the assholes in this place, okay? - I don't want to put you in jeopardy.
- Jeopardy? - Yeah.
- There's a C.
O.
standing nearby.
- Trust me, the hacks aren't reliable.
- I'm not worried.
- Yeah, but I am.
- Well, that's sweet.
Look, I'm not being sweet, okay? Christ, you could get hurt.
Ryan, I'm a big girl and I've made my choice.
Look, this is where I'm needed.
This is where I belong.
Nothing you can say is gonna make me change my mind.
Hey, O'Reily, you working today? - Go.
- Yeah, but, Mom - Go.
- Yo, move your fucking ass, O'Reily.
We working alone on this, motherfucker? Shit! Dave, you're back.
- Yeah.
- How are you? All right.
Look, I meant to get over to the hospital, but That's okay.
How are you? Oh, I already asked that, didn't I? But you're you're good though, huh? I'm working.
So you're staying at Oz? I'm not sure.
Warden's got me stationed here, and I'm going to have to think about my next move.
I feel fucking terrible that this happened.
So, you never did find out who cut me, did you? No.
Truthfully I think that's why I'm here.
I want to know.
I fucking want to know.
I'd fucking hurt the guy, Tim, I'm serious.
I'd hurt him for keeps.
Your injury was the result of someone not wanting you to play in that final basketball game.
- But how? - Well, after we decided not to play I told Morales that you were going to play.
Oh.
I'm so goddamned sorry.
I'll buzz you in.
Goddamn motherfucking thing! Tim, the warden wanted me to tell you, special staff meeting at 11:00.
- Is there an emergency? - Governor Devlin's coming.
- Got some kind of announcement.
- Can't wait.
- 11:00 on the dot.
Don't be late! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And even though I think Commissioner Douglas does an outstanding job, we've had an ongoing lack of communication between my office and you people here in the trenches.
We want to open the lines of dialogue - Don't interrupt me.
- Yes, sir.
And so I've decided to create a liaison between you and the governor's mansion.
Someone you can go to Sorry I'm late.
someone experienced in the field who you can talk to about any problems that arise, who can clear up any changes in my administration's prison policies.
And so, I'd like to present Eleanor O'Connor.
Thank you, Governor, Commissioner.
Well, I'm the new kid in town, fresh off the boat from New York City, where I worked in a similar capacity for the mayor.
I won't pretend to grasp all the needs of Oswald, all of your needs.
But I can promise you that my door will always be unlocked.
I intend to help cut through the bureaucracy, the bullshit.
Thank you.
Okay, get yourselves some cookies and some lemonade.
- Ms.
O'Connor - Ellie.
Ellie will be hanging around to meet and greet.
- I have to go.
- Me too.
Ellie, welcome.
I love what you said.
This is the first smart thing the governor's done in years.
I get the impression Devlin's not well liked.
Really? Some of us love him.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Best of luck.
- Thank you.
Tim, wait up.
I'll head back to Em City with you.
- She seems nice, genuine.
- Yeah.
- Do me a favor.
Don't try to fuck her.
- What? Every skirt that crosses the threshold here, you jump on.
Oh, that is simply not true.
Wittlesey, Nathan, Howell, that broad from the State Department.
I'm not gonna be fucking Eleanor O'Connor.
- Oh no? - No, 'cause I already did.
- What? - She's my ex-wife.
You got Jeez, man.
In Arkansas, a man can legally beat his wife once a month.
In Los Angeles pay attention now a man can legally beat his wife with a strap as long as the strap is less than two inches wide.
Or if the woman gives her husband permission, he can use any size strap he wants.
I don't care.
This is not right.
- Leo free? - No.
- God damn it! - Who's that? - Officer Brass.
- This is bullshit! - Brass! - If I could get another fucking job somewhere else, I'd quit in a second.
But I'm a gimp.
Nobody's hiring gimps these days.
- Dave, what's wrong? - Wall-to-wall bullshit.
Leo? He's pissed I assigned to him to reception and I won't let him deal with prisoners put him back in Unit B.
Well, why won't you? Tim, if there's trouble, I need my C.
O.
s to be agile, to be able to move, not hobble.
All the same, he was cut on the job.
Hey, and I feel badly for him, but I'm not running a funhouse.
Brass' desires fall on the far side of the overall good.
What do you want to see me about? It'll keep.
Dave, I think you should sue.
Sue? Sue who? Oz.
The whole prison system, the fucking state, if need be.
- How can I sue? - Look, I checked this out for you.
In 1990, Congress passed the Americans with Disabilities Act, which protects the disabled from being discriminated against in the workplace.
Yeah, but that's like for wheelchair access and stuff.
No, no, no, not only.
It covers people like you who, because of their injuries, are demoted.
Well, I'd have to get a lawyer.
Well, yeah, but maybe you should try talking to this state liaison person.
This Eleanor O'Connor.
Tell O'Connor how you feel.
Okay, I will.
All right.
And don't take any shit from her.
Still work late, huh? Yeah, well, you know.
I stopped by earlier, but you weren't around.
Took a tour of Emerald City.
It is quite something you've built here.
Guess it was worth walking out on me after all.
- Ellie - No recriminations, Tim.
You made your choices, I made mine.
Good to see you.
Want to grab some dinner? No, thanks.
I'm still up to my chest in cardboard boxes.
Oh, well another time then.
I had a chat with your friend Dave Brass.
Sad tale, his.
Promising basketball career nipped in the Achilles.
Had a chat with the warden too.
He's reassigning him to the cafeteria.
Good.
It'll free up his hours for physical therapy too.
See, I knew you could turn the situation around.
- You told him to sue the state? - Well Were you serious or were you just testing me? - Both.
- You son of a bitch.
You know what? That's the nicest thing you ever said to me.
Wait.
I'm sure the name calling will get much worse.
- Looking forward to it.
- Likewise, I'm sure.
Nice try.
Hey, you want to play some pool? Still torn up about that bus accident? Yeah.
I just talked to Carrie's parents.
They're in town for the funeral.
They said they're taking Jewel back to Montana with them.
I might never see my granddaughter again.
Hey, that sucks, Vern, but what can you do? You never had kids, did you? Nah.
My wife didn't want to mess with her figure.
Well, then you don't have a fucking clue what I'm talking about.
Come here, you bitch.
Come over here.
Bye, baby.
Prisoner #97P468: Charles Pancamo, a.
k.
a.
Chucky the Enforcer; convicted June 4th, sentence: 35 years; up for parole in 15.
Get your feet off my desk! All right, I wanted to see all of you because I've got some news.
Peter Schibetta is returning to Em City today.
Schibetta? I thought he was in the loony bin.
Well, not anymore.
He's undergone long-term therapy, and I'm happy to say he's recovered.
You mean, he got over being raped by Adebisi? I don't want to minimize his trauma, or pretend that he's exactly the way he was before.
But he's learned to accept and deal with the situation.
Be good to see Petey.
He and me, we came up together.
- And his father - Yeah, his father was a legend here.
Yeah.
Well it's gonna be rough on him for a few days.
So all I ask is that you tread lightly.
Don't worry about it, McManus.
We know how to take care of our own.
It's all different, huh? Yeah, the gas explosion pretty much obliterated the place.
Good.
There you go.
- Come with me.
- Where? - The FBI wants to talk to you.
- FBI? - They fucking want talk to me? - Just move it, Pancamo.
Do you know a man named Gaetano Cincetta? - Not that I recall.
- You don't know him? - Not that I recall.
- You never met him? - Not that I recall.
- That's odd.
Mr.
Cincetta, who just blabbed his way into the witness protection program, says you hired him to kill someone.
Hank Schillinger.
Do you know Hank Schillinger? - Not that I recall.
- He's the son of Vernon Schillinger.
- Do you know Vernon Schillinger? - Not that I recall.
He's a fellow resident here at Oswald.
Do you remember him now? - To the best of my "reciglection" - Recollection.
I don't know the fucking guy.
Chris Keller confessed to hiring a hit man to kill Hank Schillinger, only he never identified who.
Mr.
Cincetta says he's never heard of Keller.
We gave Keller a lie detector test.
Turns out he lied about his part in the murder.
Now why do you think Keller would do that? Nice tie.
Okay.
Officer, take this weasel back to whatever hole he crawled out of.
I guess my next conversation's with Vern Schillinger.
I wonder if he'll remember you.
He's gonna tell Schillinger that I ordered the hit.
Then Schillinger's going to come searching for details.
Fuck! You know, when I asked you to hire somebody to kill Hank Schillinger, you said nobody would find the body, not in a million years.
You guaranteed it.
Well, it only took six fucking months.
Seems like you did a really half-assed job.
Hey, you be careful.
To be honest, Gaetano Cincetta was a big disappointment.
Schillinger's gonna cut off my balls - if he finds out the truth.
- He won't.
Look, it was my screw-up, so I'm gonna cover for you.
I'll sleep well tonight.
That's the thing about Oz, you know, you try to put the shit behind you, you make a real effort.
And just when you're thinking, "maybe I have," more shit comes flying.
You sure it was Pancamo put the mark on Hank? Absolutely sure.
Hey, you, you fucking dago! You killed my son.
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Just give me a fucking band-aid.
Let's see.
Okay.
Whoop.
Jimmy? what's going on? The Aryans attacked the Sicilians.
Pancamo hired the hit man to kill Hank Schillinger.
Oh, I see.
Keller wasn't involved in Hank's death, so Massachusetts has no reason to hold him.
- Wait.
That means - Chris Keller is coming back to Oz.
McManus, hold up, hold up.
- Can can I have a word with you? - Sorry, I'm on the run.
Oh, please don't do me like this, man.
Heartless motherfucker.
What the fuck did you say to me? I got a big heart a few days ago.
- Now I'm fucking heartless? - I didn't mean it, okay? Well, I'm here.
What do you want? I know that you done everything that you can to help me.
But sitting here, I've come up with a whole new solution.
If I could just, you know, hang with you a bit, you know.
No, no, no, no, not like before.
Just if I could chill in your office, you know, just from time to time.
No! Jesus Christ! What the fuck am I supposed to do? I mean, yo, you're the only friend I got here.
I mean, just anything.
Just to have somebody to talk to.
All right, vacation's over.
Come on, White.
Out.
- Help me, please.
- I'll try to think of something, okay? What am I supposed to do while you think? If it takes staying in your cell 24/7 to steer clear of trouble That that's worse than the cage.
That'd be like being back in solitary.
Damn.
Take that bread out of your mouth.
- Sorry, Minister.
- Oh, you're sorry? - Yes, Minister, forgive me.
- Get up, - walk away.
- What? You can't quell your desire for even a moment in order to give thanks and praise to Allah? Grab your tray.
Take off your keffiye.
Imam, you're being too severe.
Are you contesting me, Arif? Brother Lalar is new to the fold.
Scold him, take away his food, but don't cast him out.
You're sitting down? You'll sit down? Did I tell you to sit down! You cannot sit down! Hey! Hey! Did I tell you you can sit down! Did I? So what was all that about? Why'd you attack Ahmad Lalar? You keep me from going to the hole, - so in return I answer questions? - Yeah.
Although part of me thinks I'm not gonna get any answers from you.
I mean, a man who used to fight with words is now not only using his fists, he's choking Muslims.
I'll give you 10-to-one odds you don't have the slightest clue why you're doing the things you're doing.
And you would lose the bet.
The day Adebisi died, I changed and I took his life to save my own.
That was the Adebisi side of me coming to the surface.
Only now I realize it hasn't just come to the surface.
It's at the very center of who I am.
Bullshit.
Everybody's got demons.
But you've given all the weight of who you are over to this horrible shit you're discovering about yourself.
Yet you're more equipped than any other prisoner in Oz to straighten yourself out, and you know it.
And knowing that and having failed to do so has fucked you up even more.
- Just put me in the hole.
- I'm not putting you in the hole.
- Please.
- I'm giving you a job instead.
- A job? - You want to save yourself, Kareem? Yes.
Well, I want you to save somebody else.
What you looking at? What's he doing here? What the fuck is he looking at me like that for? I'm the one who's gonna help you.
I don't need no motherfucking help, especially from him.
- What he gonna do for me? - Kareem's gonna be your new sponsor.
- Sponsor? - Starting today, you and I will share the same pod.
We will exercise together, we will eat together, we will work alongside of each other.
You still need to meet with Sister Pete for counseling, and your attendance is mandatory at all drug rehab sessions.
Plus the warden wants you tested for drugs once a week.
Now, Omar, this is your last play, and it's fourth and long.
You miss one meeting, you get in one fight, you piss Said off one time, it's back to solitary permanently.
You understand me? All right.
Hey, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, boy.
My boy is something else, ain't he? McManus, jack.
That motherfucker's like a straight up brainiac, you know? A genius motherfucker and shit, boy.
Shit.
He be coming up with all kind of little ways, you know, and shit, you know, to help me try to lick my what's it called? Shortcomings.
Yeah, and I done fucked with him a couple of times too, and shit.
But you know what? Having me, you know, all up in your draft and shit, picking up all the, you know, Saidian vibrations First of all, don't hustle me.
Whoa, hold up, baby.
Yo, you got to chill, baby.
Second of all, I am not your baby.
My name is Minister Said, and you will address me as such.
No, no, no, fuck that shit.
I told you, man, about that shit.
You're not coming up here, converting my ass.
Man, that shit is out.
Forget it.
I am not converting you.
Also, I am not going to argue with you.
So this thing is over.
- Get out.
- What? - Out.
- Whoa Look, shut the door, all right? I'm sorry.
Shut it, please.
Make your bed.
Make your bed.
I will not fight.
- You talking to me? - Say it, "I will not fight.
" I will not fight.
Again.
I will not fight.
From now on, that will be your mantra.
Every time another inmate gets in your face, you will say, "I will not fight.
" You will say it over and over, out loud if you have to.
- I will not fight.
- Yeah.
I will not fight.
I will not fight.
I will not fight.
If I could just conquer not fighting Shit, I'm home free, boy.
I mean, there's nothing in the world I hate more than motherfucking solitary.
If I go back in there, the fucking worms.
Worms? What are you talking about, worms? In my head, man.
Every time I go back, it's the worms.
Fat ones, big ones, old ones.
I can't survive the fucking worms! I think about spending the rest of my life in this Em City for eight 18,000 days, That's a lot of days.
A lot of days not to fight, not to get high.
Think about it like that the chances don't look too good.
In Nogales, Arizona, it's illegal to wear suspenders.
You gotta wonder what happened.
What cataclysmic event occurred which caused the city fathers to decree that in our town no one, under any circumstances, can wear suspenders? And are there radical fringe groups in Nogales who meet at night in secret, who slip off their belts and in defiance of the law put these suckers on? Huh? - How's Cloutier? - Oh, his vital signs are stable, but he still can't move very much.
- Is he talking yet? - Um No, only guttural sounds.
- Could I see him? - Ray, he's pretty disfigured.
I was assistant chaplain at Benchley Memorial when I was a seminarian.
I've seen burn victims.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Jeremiah? If you don't mind, I'd like to say a prayer.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
- Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses It's open.
- Mukada? - Come in.
Leave the door open.
What did you need to see me about? I heard that you're planning a memorial service to honor the victims for the families who were killed in the bus crash.
Yes.
I've asked Arif and Rabbi Gold and Reverend Taylor from the First Baptist to participate.
- But not me.
- You? Ever since Jeremiah Cloutier's unfortunate accident I would hardly call being bricked up into a wall accidental.
I meant the third-degree burns he suffered from the gas explosion.
- Oh.
- Since then, I've been ministering to many of the Christians in Oz.
Getting up on stage and reading from a Bible doesn't constitute a ministry.
You're still holding a grudge because I rejected Romanism.
No, I'm glad you're no longer part of my congregation.
I demand to be included in the ecumenical service.
- You're not qualified.
- I'm an ordained priest.
Since when? I signed up by mail.
Get out of my office.
I'll go over your head, to the warden.
Yeah, and he'll ignore you.
Then I'll go over his head to God.
Listen, you little punk, we know that you were involved in Cloutier's accident.
And as soon as he's able to talk, to testify, you're going to solitary for the rest of your goddamn life! We have to kill Cloutier right now.
His throat's still sore from the burns, but when he's well, he's going to sing and we'll all be up shit's creek.
Look, I'm already up the creek, pal.
Okay? Look, Jaz, I know that because you were the one in charge of the work detail that day, you've taken the heat for the rest of us.
But that's no reason that Cloutier should live.
Look, he dies, the hacks blame me.
Right, so the person who kills him has to be above reproach.
Jim? No, I can't.
Cloutier brought me to Jesus.
Jim, if you're not part of the solution, you're Satan's tool.
Yeah.
Do the deed, or die.
Jim? Jim Burns? Those men want you to kill me, Jim, but you know that what they ask is wrong.
- Yes.
- So I say unto you, kill them.
Kill Hoyt and Kirk.
The Reverend Cloutier was in my cell last night.
- For what, a blowjob? - This ain't funny.
- You had a dream.
- It was no dream.
- Chickenshit.
- You're trying to get out of the job.
Go kill the cocksucker.
- No! - No? He told me to kill you! It's self-defense.
It's it's motherfucking self-defense.
I got witnesses.
You got nothing on me.
There was fucking Put him in the hole.
Self-defense! Will we be having a service for Jim? Yes, of course.
We must pray for his immortal soul.
Lights out! Manmade laws are arbitrary, transitory.
What was perfectly legal yesterday suddenly becomes a felony today with the stroke of some president's pen.
The laws of god, however, are carved in stone.
They do not change.
And when you break God's law, you don't go to prison, you go to hell.
And you burn.
Hoyt! Don't be afraid.