Oz s05e06 Episode Script
Variety
# It's years like these # # That make a young man old # # Bend his back against the promises # # That life should hold # # They can make him wise # # They can drive him # # To his knees # # There ain't nothin' comes for free # # In days like these # # But you can't reap # # What you don't sow # # And you can't plant # # In hollow ground # # So let us fill # # This empty earth with hope # # Till the rains # # Calm down # # In days # # Like these.
# Your face.
This ain't shit.
You should've seen me a few days ago.
You'd have been proud.
I ain't proud, Omar.
I'm sorry.
Me too.
I fucked up, and I know that.
Look, if I tell you why I was selling tits, - you can't go to McManus, okay? - You have my word.
Redding forced me.
I tried to tell the motherfucker no, but he just wasn't hearing no.
And I was too much of an ass for you to come and ask for help, right? I needed those things you said just to straighten me out.
Shit, I even needed some of that Ike Turner treatment.
Look, I'm sorry, you're sorry, next chapter, okay? You know the ridiculous irony of this whole thing, Omar? I was the one with the addiction.
- Huh? - My power trip.
I was high, 24-7, being the master of your recovery.
Power it's as evil a drug as anything else.
You know, I would like you to call me Kareem.
Kareem it is, then.
Thank you.
I must say, I think you're gonna be nicely surprised by the variety show.
And Omar White is the grand finale.
- What, is he that good? - I didn't say that.
I'm just I'm proudest of him because he has really put his heart and soul into this.
As long as he goes through with it, he will have succeeded.
How well he sings doesn't matter.
Is there anything I can do to help at this point? As a matter of fact we need an emcee.
Forget about it.
- Aw.
- I'm not good at ducking rotten fruit.
You think I'm kidding? The mob at the Coliseum in Ancient Rome was kinder.
Why don't you try Mukada? At least he's got God on his side.
You're such a chicken.
# Laughing in the sun # # Always having fun # # Doing all those things # What? What the fuck is that puberty shit? Don't worry.
You're working out the kinks.
Okay.
Here we go.
Whoa, whoa, hold up, hold up.
I just need a minute, all right? Shit.
There ain't even nobody out there and my fucking heart is pounding.
Omar, you are doing fine.
The butterflies are natural.
But fine means I'm fucked.
Shit these motherfuckers are gonna eat me for lunch, motherfuckers! I can just see them out there trying to fucking jam me up and shit.
Repeat after me.
Fuck.
- Huh? - Fuck! - Fuck.
- Them.
Say it.
Them.
Say it.
Fuck them.
Very good, thank you very much.
Okay, here we go.
Poet, can I talk to you a second? I need a little bit of advice, man.
I be seeing you getting up there, you know, in front of everybody reciting your poetry, man.
- Yeah.
- Well, I got this talent show gig.
- Oh man.
- I'm bugging.
Here, sit down.
Poet got the answer.
Sit, sit, sit, sit.
I got the answer.
How you be gettin' up on stage like that, you know? Calm and cocky and shit like you own the joint? Easy.
Big old titty fuck in the green room always do the trick.
I can't hold that, man.
Why not? Why not? 'Cause McManus and Said say you can't? Let me tell you something, coz, I already been down that road with them two.
Said feeding me that bullshit that I'm gonna be a symbol.
A phoenix, rising on the wings of poetry from the ashes of a crack-out? Man, fuck that.
I'm just surviving the war, yo.
And me getting up on stage, kicking them rhymes, that's me firing back.
And me juicing up when I need to? That's me treating the wounds.
Just in case you need the medicine, we'll call that an IOU.
Just in case, all right? Now remember one thing everyone's eyes will be on you.
My sister is so fat that she turns around and we give her a "welcome back" hug.
When she gets on an elevator, it has to go down.
Okay, thanks, you're beautiful.
Jesus, that's a tough crowd.
Agamemnon Busmalis! I would tell you to imagine that they're all naked, but, I guess you've already seen a lot of them naked.
And finally, Omar White.
# I wanna be # # Free # # Like the bluebirds # # Flying by me # # Like the waves # # Out on the blue sea # # If your love has to tie me # # Don't try me, say goodbye # # I wanna be # # Free # # Like the warm September wind, babe # # Say you'll always be my friend, babe # # We can make it to the end, babe # # Again, babe # # I gotta say # # I wanna be # # Free.
# # I wanna be # # Free.
# Omar, you suck! # I wanna be # # Free.
# - You're gloating.
- No, I'm not.
You are.
You're waiting for me to take back what I said, that you always bet on the impossible and lose.
Well, let me get you started.
- I was wrong - Timmy, you are so cute.
- wrong - Very few men would find vindication in the prison version of "Star Search.
" Okay, I'm gloating.
But, you know, indulge me.
Omar White was a lost cause, but I didn't give up on him.
I stayed by his side, and you know what? It's worth all the shit that hasn't worked to see one of them, just one, pull through.
Still ironing your own shirts, aren't you? You know, I know what you're thinking.
Tim loves his lost causes.
I love when you read my mind.
Try again.
Oh, what's up, dude? The poet got the cure.
The poet got the cure.
I took a rain check.
I ain't need that shit, coz.
I mean, I went close, man, but then I said, "Don't numb yourself.
Feel it.
Yeah.
" You fucking with me? You fucking with me, right? No, it's the tits that's fucking with you.
Hoo-hoo-hoo! Once again, with all due respect, Imam, we are concerned with who you choose to spend your time with.
Am I close? I thought so.
With all Omar White's put you through in this so-called sponsorship, - now you two are buddy-buddy? - Yes.
Because the alternative is repugnant to me.
Meaning? There's been a largely unknown but disgusting stain upon our faith.
It's an issue that I have ignored in my teachings to you.
Despite the Koran's forbiddance of slavery, there's an evil tradition which continues to this day.
Our Islamic brothers of the north, they capture our African brothers of the south all in the name of Allah, to Islamicize people who look like you and me.
But we Muslims of America, we'll turn a blind eye to that because it doesn't fit the neat little package of white Christians enslaving blacks.
I finally learned that, in a sense, I was capturing people to our faith to serve my own needs.
You consider your attempts at conversion - a form of enslavement? - Yes, to the degree that it has helped me maintain my self-image.
Sometimes that degree has been a significant degree.
Then there's Adebisi.
He was a black African man who mocked and defied everything I wanted a black man to be.
The spirit of Adebisi did not bleed into me.
That's voodoo.
That didn't make me a violent man.
I am a violent man, like anyone else.
Failing to win him over, I got rid of him.
If we as blacks and as Muslims are truly gonna fight for freedom Omar White should be allowed to be who he is and I should be allowed to be who I am.
So I thank Allah for this so-called sponsorship that he has put me through.
Prisoner #97R492: James Robson; convicted November 7, 1997; murder in the first degree, assault; sentence: life; up for parole in 25 years.
- Not much of a meal there.
- Yeah, nothing cold or crunchy.
Why? You on a diet? 'Cause it hurts, dipshit.
Do I look fat to you? God damn it! Suddenly ice cream, croutons it's like getting your gums raked.
What the fuck is that? They're probably recessive.
My old man had bad gums.
When's the last time you got a cleaning? I don't know, five or six years.
I hate the fucking dentist.
Don't fuck around with your mouth.
My old man didn't deal, his mouth ended up a train wreck.
If I was you, I'd see Dr.
Faraj.
You don't wanna be slurping turkey milkshakes in middle age.
Faraj? I don't want some sand-nigger's paws probing my mouth.
They wear gloves now, you know, since AIDS came along.
Oh.
Jesus, how long has it really been? Well, aside from some cavities, you can see that 10 and 11 show significant recession in the gums - Meaning what? - Meaning that surgery is recommended, and I would say sooner rather than later.
- What kind of fucking surgery? - Well, you have two choices.
The conventional method is to take tissue from the roof of your mouth - and graft it to your gums.
- Shit.
- That sounds fucking painful.
- It is painful.
The alternative is an acellular dermal graft, where we use the gum tissue from a cadaver.
You're kidding.
Some dead person's fucking gums in my mouth? You can think of it as an organ donation.
Sounds fucking creepy.
Well, the use of your own fucking tissue would require a longer and more painful period of fucking recovery.
In the end, your fucking gums would be healthy either fucking way.
Are you mocking me, Faraj? Fuck no.
I don't like your Third-World bullshit attitude.
And whatever I decide, goonga, I got a thing about needles.
Any anesthesia, whatever, I want gas first.
My pleasure, Sahib.
Oh, and one more thing being that I'm Aryan and you're camelshit, I'd appreciate it if you wore two pairs of those plastic gloves.
You know, the less contact, the better.
So, what do you think? Well, it ain't a pretty set of options, that's for sure.
No shit.
Now you see why I hate the dentist? It's not their fault, Robson.
You wait years between cleanings, you never floss.
You brush your teeth the way you scratch your scrotum.
I'm considering the acellular thing.
All right, which one's that? It's like organ donation.
If I needed a liver, the donor would be dead, right? True, but you don't need a liver.
We don't see the liver.
Well, he said it's like a small piece of tissue - All right, can we just - like right here.
- talk about something else, please? - Fuck it.
I'm going graveyard gums.
Holy shit.
Oh, hey, what's up, Doc? Oh.
Hey, how's this stuff legal? You know what kind of killing you'd make selling it to all the drug-fiends in Oz? I mean, they may have tits, but you've got pussy.
What is it with you Nazis and gas? Oh, fuck you.
Hey, I thought I said to wear two pairs of gloves.
- Open wide.
- No, let me have some more gas.
- I can feel it wearing off.
- You don't need more gas.
Open wide.
You know, with all your warped ideology, I bet you never gave much thought to why Adolf was so pissed off at the Jews.
One theory is that he was traumatized by the death of his mother.
She died of breast cancer and she was in the care of a Jewish physician, so, of course, the repressed hatred erupted itself into the Holocaust.
Now, another theory is that Hitler's father was the illegitimate son of a German woman and some obscure Jewish man, and so Hitler himself had impure blood Hey, now, now don't make me slip, because if I do, we are both in trouble, hmm? You know, it's amazing.
We don't even know where these gums come from.
I mean, this could be the gums of a kike, a spic, or even a faggot.
You could be getting the beautiful gums of a big, black nigger.
# Free will # # Can't seem to get our fill # # We are beggars, we are losers # # Drunk from lack of power # # I believe in understanding # # I've got to know when we're landing # # I'm taking my survey now # # Answer if you're with me # # If you want free will.
# Morning, gentlemen.
Check this out.
Fetch.
Come here, Chester.
Come here.
- He fetches.
- That's one thing to unlearn.
I told you, don't teach the dog recreational activities.
- You brush your teeth with that? - Today's focus is on control.
Start walking around in this area.
- What the fuck was that? - Scared the shit out of me.
I'm sorry, but your reaction's not important.
The dog's is.
They have to maintain focus even in the event of loud or startling noises.
So what are you gonna do, make them deaf? Oh, yeah, that's a great idea: deaf dog, blind people.
- You're a fucking genius.
- You teach the dog by standing on his leash and saying "Chill.
" - Chill? - Chill.
Remember when I first started I told you about Officer Rivera, you know, what I'd done to him, blinding him, and how I just wanted to do right? - Yeah, you're doing that.
- Yeah, but I just want to do right by him direct.
I want Rivera to have Julie.
Well, what's the man's status? I don't know.
I haven't heard from Eugene in a long time.
Call him.
Have him come in.
We can talk, assess his want and need of a guide-dog.
I'll try, but knowing how he feels about this place, it's a long shot.
Eugene, Tina, it's good to see you.
You you're both looking well.
I'll take your word for that.
I'm Alicia Hinden.
I appreciate your coming in.
Hello.
Did you read the literature on the program? Yes.
Sounds kind of interesting.
Yeah if you've got no other help.
Those dogs are for lonely people.
Eugene has me.
Actually, a guide-dog is not just for the person he's leading.
He helps the whole family by freeing up your time.
I like helping my husband.
Tina, you would be helping your husband.
Oh yeah, like those interactions with Alvarez did.
Look, I'm skeptical too.
I worked here, remember? I can't believe these fucks are capable of any good.
I mean, who teaches these dogs? Well, the one that we've got for you, she was actually trained by Miguel Alvarez.
- Are you fucking kidding? - I knew that cabron was behind this.
- He's doing a wonderful job.
- Eugene, baby, please, let's go.
He's personally requested we give Julie to you.
So, Eugene, if you like, we can give her to you.
- I don't know.
- No! No fucking way.
Eugene! What, you're actually considering this? He probably trained that mongrel to attack you.
No, I can assure you that that is not Come on.
We're leaving.
The last thing we need is favors from that motherfucker.
Mr.
Rivera, please think about it.
Jesus.
Good girl, Julie.
Prisoner #02M535: Father Daniel Meehan; convicted February 9th, 2002; destruction of private property, assault on an officer of the law; sentence: 15 years; up for parole in five.
What are you in for, Pops? It's Santa Claus.
Yeah, boy! - He won't last a year.
- Don't break a hip.
- I'm on the bottom? - You got that right.
There was an O'Reily family in my last parish, St.
Patrick's Well, it wasn't mine.
We only went to church for funerals.
Oh, I see.
No.
You don't see dick.
Just 'cause I was baptized a Catholic doesn't mean I got any use for a fuckin' priest.
Duly noted.
I've cleared my schedule so I can attend Cyril's trial every day.
I'll be sitting right behind him in the courtroom.
Mm-hmm.
Ryan, he's not gonna get convicted.
He is not gonna get the death penalty.
Hi-ho, hi-ho.
Hey.
How you feeling, kid? - Scared.
- Don't be, okay? Ma's gonna be with you the whole way.
All right? Look, I brought you a brand-new suit.
I hope it fits 'cause I wasn't sure about the sizes.
Cyril, we're not allowed to travel with you on the bus, okay? So I'm taking Suzanne in my car.
- We'll see you before the trial, okay? - Okay.
You're gonna be okay.
- I wish you were coming.
- No, you don't need me.
You'll be fine.
But look, if you you know, if you start to panic, all right, I just want you to think of me, okay? All right.
Doing this Let's go.
Let's go.
Hey, toss the ball.
Now toss the fuckin' ball.
This is about the size of your head, Morales.
You got style, Jia, I'll give you that.
You had me fooled thinking that you were worried about Li Chen hurting my ma.
You set me and Cyril up, only you thought your boy would waste us, not the other way around.
Zou Kai.
I got moves too, brotherman.
Hey, Shupe.
I see they let you out of protective custody.
- Don't start anything, O'Reily.
- I ain't starting shit.
I'm just wondering how much money Jai Kenmin paid you to lie about Cyril to the warden.
Look at me.
I'm gonna give you one chance to switch your story to the truth.
- I I told the truth.
- Okay.
Hey, I made something special for you.
Eat up.
I'm not hungry.
I didn't think so.
- Glen Shupe.
- What about him? I need that cocksucker to have an accident.
- How severe? - Not dead, just diminished.
And it can't be traced back to me.
What do I get in return? Jia Kenmin dies, and it can't be traced back to you.
Deal.
- Sean, I need the - Get out of the way! Doctor, I've got the arm.
I've got the arm.
The first day of trial did not go well.
Judge Moore was in a foul mood, and the prosecutor he's tough and smart.
So you're saying we're gonna lose? I just don't want to give any false hopes.
During the jury selection, Cyril got very agitated and he kept talking out loud, and the judge kept warning him to be silent.
Moore might eject him from the courtroom.
Is the judge aware of Cyril's mental state? - Yeah, he just he doesn't care.
- I'll talk to Cyril.
Hello, Cyril.
Hiya.
May I come in? Sure.
How did it go today? Lots of mumbo-jumbo.
"I object," "Motion to blah, blah, blah.
" Yeah.
All those words confused you, huh? Everyone seems so mean.
I was asking questions, but the guy at the big desk banged the thing and yelled at me.
Ma was behind me, but not close enough to talk to.
I brought you something.
A puppet! I want you to take this puppet with you to court every day, and when you feel the need to talk to someone, I want you to whisper to him, okay? Mm-hmm.
But I want you to whisper to him very softly, so no one else can hear you.
Show me.
- Sister Pete wants us to be - Even softer.
Excellent.
And at the end of each day, the two of you can tell me everything you whispered to each other and I'll explain things to you, all right? We have to give the puppet a name.
Good.
What do you want to call him? - Jericho.
- Why Jericho? 'Cause the walls came tumbling down.
Lights out.
Jesus, you pray a lot.
Well, I need a lot from my God: strength, guidance, forgiveness.
While you're at it, ask him to bring back conjugal visits.
- Don't you ever pray? - No, not since grade school.
What happened? Why'd you stop? A priest tried to grope me in the confessional.
Oh, I am sorry.
- Some priests get lost spiritually - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Father, give it a rest.
I was just kidding.
Look, I have a meeting tomorrow with Father Mukada and I was thinking Lights out means shut the fuck up.
# Hey, lookie yonder, tell me what you see # # Marching to the fields of Vietnam # # Looks like Handsome Johnny with an M-16 # # Marching to the Vietnam War # # Yeah, marching to the Vietnam War # # Hey, lookie yonder, now tell me what you see # # Marching to the Birmingham Fields # # Looks like Handsome Johnny with his hand rolled in a fist # # Marching to the Birmingham Wars # # Yeah, marching to the Birmingham Wars # # And it's a long, hard road # # It's a long, hard road # # It's a long, hard road # # Hey, before we'll be free # # Hey, before we'll be free # # Huh! # # Huh! # Any word on Augustus's condition? Well, I got a call in to Dr.
Panitz at Benchley Memorial.
When he calls me, I'll let you know.
- What about you? You got news for me? - Not yet.
- You find out who gave Hill the drugs? - Not yet.
Well, when you do, you let me handle the rest.
Of course, McManus.
- Of course.
- Hey hey.
You gave me your word.
And my word is my bond, hmm? Count! Let's go! Move it! Yo, Burr, I'm telling you, it must have been them Sicilians that gave Augustus them drugs.
They mad 'cause you and Morales is muscling them out of the tit game.
- You get me some proof.
- Proof? Man, proof is hard to come by, yo.
I need to see some proof.
Shit.
- Hey, yo, Chico, my man.
- What do you want? Yo, we got a problem, man.
Burr thinks that you gave Hill the juice that sent him into hyperspace, and he growling for revenge.
- Me? - Yeah.
No, man.
Yo, the Sicilians probably did it.
I tried to tell him, but you know Burr, man.
He want confirmation.
So I got a solution.
You got to find somebody who will say that they saw the dagos give Hill the shit.
- Who? - I don't know who, man, somebody with no no what you call it? No no vested interest.
Excuse me.
What? What? Salvatore Desanto.
Mmm.
He gave the drugs to Augustus.
Yeah, I I saw the whole thing.
- Okay.
- All right.
See, I told you.
At dinner tonight, I want you to do me a little favor and stick this in Desanto's food for me.
- What's this? - A mind fuck.
I say we whack Redding.
We we tried killing Redding.
He don't fuckin' die.
That is bullshit, Sal.
Anybody can fuckin' die.
Fuck.
Fuck, what's goin' on? Jesus, what's happening? My my head is - Shit.
- What the fuck? Salvatore Desanto is brain-dead, overdose of LSD.
Oh, man, that's a bummer.
I saw a lot of acid myself over in Vietnam.
That stuff's more lethal than the Viet Cong.
It really can blow your mind.
Yeah.
You know, I really should have the food that Desanto was eating tested.
Now that's a good idea.
Only problem is ain't no food left.
My boys, they they ain't so good at cooking, but when it comes to the end of the day, man, they clean up that cafeteria, I'm telling you.
- I'll bet.
- Mmm, spotless.
The first time that I got raped by Adebisi, I thought, "This was the worst thing that could ever happen.
" But I was wrong.
How many men were there? Three.
Do you know why they did it? Does the why matter? Only to you.
What do you want me to say, Sister? Peter, I don't want you to say anything.
I just want you to understand that no matter what you think you may have done to bring this on yourself, you did not deserve to be raped.
Those men, whoever they are, had no right to violate you.
Ah, all right.
Tomorrow.
Same time? No.
I don't think any of this is really helping me, Sister.
Peter Thanks.
Thanks for trying.
I want to find the three men who raped Schibetta.
Why? Why, Leo? Why? Look, we're doing everything we can to keep the number of reported rapes down.
Reported? Listen to you.
Your own daughter was raped.
This is different.
This is Oz.
- Rape is rape, Leo.
- I don't agree.
Here, rape has a a leveling effect.
Peter Schibetta, from the day he arrived, wanted to be a tough guy, wanted to follow in his father's footsteps, running things, hurting people.
Well, he got stopped by Adebisi.
- Now he got stopped again.
- What's going on? Do you have something personal against Schibetta? No, no.
It's simply survival of the fittest, as natural and basic as Darwin.
You and I have disagreed about a lot over the years, but this is Peter Marie "A leveling effect"? You want rape to do your job? You see this medal? St.
Dismas.
He's the patron saint of prisoners.
Al Capone gave this to my grandfather in the '20s.
- I didn't know Al Capone was religious.
- He wasn't.
He just liked to hedge his bets.
Dr.
Nathan, I keep feeling worse and worse.
I know.
I haven't prayed since the fifth grade.
I've forgotten how.
Me too.
Hola.
- Hola yourself.
- Well, you're in a mood.
Oh, I am frustrated.
I'm dealing with Peter Schibetta and taking these little baby steps, and then this morning he tells me he's done with therapy.
Maybe you should have him talk to some other guy who's been raped.
Yeah, yeah, I was thinking about that.
Listen, are you aware of any trouble between Leo and Peter? No.
Why? Never mind.
I'm just having one of those days filled with massive confusion.
I'm having a day myself.
Chucky Pancamo came in with a stab wound - and caught a staph infection.
- Oh.
Yeah, he's sinking pretty fast.
And you're blaming yourself.
His wound got infected on my watch.
Life is dangerous enough in Oz without prisoners having to worry about dying due to poor medical treatment.
Look at us.
We're complete and utter failures at our jobs.
So what do we do instead? Form an all-girl band? - Hey, I want to ask you a favor.
- Sure.
I want you to talk to Peter Schibetta.
Okay.
Only if you teach Chucky Pancamo how to pray.
Peter.
Come in.
Oh, sit down.
May I take your hand? Blessed art thou amongst women Blessed art thou amongst women And blessed is the fruit of thy womb And blessed is the fruit of thy womb - Jesus.
- Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God Holy Mary, mother of God - pray for us sinners - pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
# Look, I'm standing naked before you # # Don't you want more than my sex? # # I can scream as loud as your last one # # But I can't claim innocence # # Oh, God, could it be the weather? # # Oh, God, why am I here? # # If love isn't forever # # And it's not the weather # # Hand me my leather.
# Hoyt.
Oh, it's nice to see you, Father.
- Really? - It's nice to see anyone.
This fuckin' place is spooky.
Jaz, you confessed to several murders, including Jim Burns.
But you didn't act alone.
You had help.
I ain't rattin' on my friends.
No, no, no, not all of them, but Timmy Kirk - I killed Timmy Kirk.
- No.
As hard as you tried, he survived.
- He's back at Oz.
- Cocksucker! You tell the warden the truth about Kirk, and he's gonna be moving in right next door.
Get me Glynn.
I want to sing.
It's Hoyt's version versus mine.
He killed Burns.
He bricked Cloutier inside a wall.
This is all some kind of weird revenge thing on his part.
- I'm innocent.
- You liar! Ray.
Ray.
You will burn, Kirk! Take Kirk back to Unit B.
You're the one who will burn.
Hey, Clarence, - how are you? - Good.
Ooh, you been working out? - Yeah.
- Yeah? I can tell.
Hey, you're in for arson, right? - Yeah.
- Yeah.
You know any other arsonists? I mean, on the outside.
One or two.
How'd you like a blowjob? Hmm? Our Lady of Fatima Church and its rectory next door burned to the ground this evening, killing two priests.
The two priests, Father John Downing and Father Jack Hurlbert, were trapped on an upper floor of the rectory.
Also injured was Father Raymond Mukada, - who suffered from smoke inhalation - Holy shit! and is in serious condition at Benchley Memorial Hospital.
Arson is suspected as the cause.
# You creep # # Into my heart # # And make my heart # # Burn! # # You sneak # # Into my mind # # And make my head # # Ache! # # Look, it's time to face the music # # Bye-bye! # # Don't slam the door # # This is the last duet # # Last chance you're gonna get # # No more harmony # # For you and me # # This is the last duet # - # I'll ever do with # - # Never do with # # Never ever # # Never ever, never do with you.
# Sir, may I speak? Sure, prag.
Uh, what's the latest on Adam Guenzel? And how's your plan working? Well, I predict by the end of the week he'll be sucking my cock.
Yesterday I deposed Jerry Heekin.
Who's that? He's that man who claims he saw you dump Brice Tibbetts in the field.
He's a very credible witness.
- Is that so? - Remember you said that he testified it was late at night, so it must have been dark, no lights in the field? Yeah, well, see, he had a flashlight.
He saw you - clearly.
- It wasn't me.
Look.
A lot of guys running around look like me, you know.
I got a very familiar face.
- You know, I'm divorced.
- Mmm.
Yeah.
I was married to Eddie for 10 years.
One day I asked him where he'd been, he goes, "Barney's," just so fast, so convincingly, I knew immediately he was lying.
Are you calling me a liar? Every person in this country deserves a fair trial, deserves a good lawyer.
I cannot be that lawyer for you.
I'll call the Public Defender's office and find you someone else.
Catherine, wait a minute.
I need you.
Keller, this is the one time where your charms are useless.
Catherine Catherine! Catherine! Toby.
Hey.
Look, I just I wanted to let you know that I won't be representing Keller anymore.
Why? What happened? He's guilty.
You know, I made a promise to myself the day I passed the bar.
I said I was never gonna represent a guilty person, and I'm not gonna start now, not even for you.
I understand.
Answer me this.
When I'd asked you if he had ever discussed these murders, you said no.
Yeah.
I lied.
Keller says so many things, who knows what's true? But you believe him when he says he loves you.
Yes.
You do belong together.
Catherine.
Loves makes us all do strange things.
You don't have to tell me that.
You have a good life.
You knew the woman you raped? We used to date.
We bumped into each other at this bar, did some K, started making out.
Next thing I knew, Franklin and me had her in the park, face down in the grass.
You know, I never raped a woman I knew.
- Adam? - Yeah? - Can I talk to you? - I'm busy.
Two seconds.
Lovebirds.
You shouldn't be hanging out with those guys.
Instead I should be playing backgammon with you and Busmalis? The bikers are Schillinger's allies.
They're just being friendly with you to try and set you up.
Schillinger wants you.
You ought to know, right, having been his prag.
Hey, Guenzel, you and Beecher goin' on a date? While you're down there, suck this cock, you faggot.
- Cocksucker.
- Ride him, cowboy.
A goal, goal, goal, goal.
- That's my man! - All right.
Schillinger.
You made me an offer the other day that you'd help me get to see Keller if I gave you the boy Guenzel.
Yeah.
Is the offer still on the table? Jeez, I don't know.
I'll quit Sister Pete.
I'll come to work for you in the mailroom.
I'll call the Sicilians off.
Please.
Oh, okay.
I no longer want you to protect Adam Guenzel.
After I seen what he did to you, I ain't surprised.
The kid's a prick.
- Sister.
- Good morning.
There is something I've got to talk to you about.
I've decided to quit working for you.
- What? - Well, you know, I've been doing the same job for five years and I'm bored.
You know, I I had no idea you were unhappy.
Well, I'm I'm not unhappy.
- If there's - I'm not unhappy.
Yeah.
Oh, well, all right.
If you're s sure about this.
I am.
Okay.
When do you want to leave? Today.
Today? So you want to go work with the Aryans? Uh-huh.
Ever since we started these interactions, Schillinger and I have been getting along real well.
Plus working in the mailroom allows you to see Keller.
It's okay, Beecher, because I agree with Sister Pete.
You should be allowed visits.
Yeah, but the real problem is Adam Guenzel.
I know you're gonna do whatever you think is best, but Adam and I just haven't been getting along.
I think maybe you were right when you said you wanted to transfer him out of Em City.
Well, he's disruptive.
I thought you being friends was gonna help, but Me too.
It hasn't worked out.
Okay.
I'm gonna ship him over to Unit B.
- Schillinger.
- Yeah? The boy is all yours.
Time for you to deliver the mail.
Hey there, tough guy.
Knock knock.
Keller.
Go away.
I don't want to play today.
Huh? I don't wanna fuck right now.
Maybe you're forgetting who's who here.
You're my bitch, not the other way around.
I've been bringing you little extras and in return, you've been giving me little extras.
Don't poke me.
Fucking cunt, I don't want to see your ugly fuckin' face God damn it! Central, we got a 16, section 32.
- How the mighty have fallen.
- Fuck you, faggot.
- Guenzel.
- Hey, Vern.
- The boys in Em City send their regards.
- Shut up.
Hey, I was just God, what the fuck was? - You'll speak when you're spoken to.
- Hey, get the fuck off me! - Get off of me! - Sir sir, may I watch? Well, if you don't, how are you ever gonna learn? Help! Get the fuck off me! Get the fuck off! - I've got mail for Keller.
- He's not here.
- Where is he? - Benchley Memorial.
In the hospital? Well, what happened? He acted up.
I shut him down.
Keep moving, Beecher.
# On days like these # # When the rain won't fall # # And the sky is so dry # # That even birds can't call # # I can feel your tears # # Disappearing in the air # # Carried on the breeze # # On days like these # # But you can't reap # # What you don't sow # # And you can't plant # # In hollow ground # # So let us fill # # This empty earth with hope # # Until the rains come down # # On days like these.
#
# Your face.
This ain't shit.
You should've seen me a few days ago.
You'd have been proud.
I ain't proud, Omar.
I'm sorry.
Me too.
I fucked up, and I know that.
Look, if I tell you why I was selling tits, - you can't go to McManus, okay? - You have my word.
Redding forced me.
I tried to tell the motherfucker no, but he just wasn't hearing no.
And I was too much of an ass for you to come and ask for help, right? I needed those things you said just to straighten me out.
Shit, I even needed some of that Ike Turner treatment.
Look, I'm sorry, you're sorry, next chapter, okay? You know the ridiculous irony of this whole thing, Omar? I was the one with the addiction.
- Huh? - My power trip.
I was high, 24-7, being the master of your recovery.
Power it's as evil a drug as anything else.
You know, I would like you to call me Kareem.
Kareem it is, then.
Thank you.
I must say, I think you're gonna be nicely surprised by the variety show.
And Omar White is the grand finale.
- What, is he that good? - I didn't say that.
I'm just I'm proudest of him because he has really put his heart and soul into this.
As long as he goes through with it, he will have succeeded.
How well he sings doesn't matter.
Is there anything I can do to help at this point? As a matter of fact we need an emcee.
Forget about it.
- Aw.
- I'm not good at ducking rotten fruit.
You think I'm kidding? The mob at the Coliseum in Ancient Rome was kinder.
Why don't you try Mukada? At least he's got God on his side.
You're such a chicken.
# Laughing in the sun # # Always having fun # # Doing all those things # What? What the fuck is that puberty shit? Don't worry.
You're working out the kinks.
Okay.
Here we go.
Whoa, whoa, hold up, hold up.
I just need a minute, all right? Shit.
There ain't even nobody out there and my fucking heart is pounding.
Omar, you are doing fine.
The butterflies are natural.
But fine means I'm fucked.
Shit these motherfuckers are gonna eat me for lunch, motherfuckers! I can just see them out there trying to fucking jam me up and shit.
Repeat after me.
Fuck.
- Huh? - Fuck! - Fuck.
- Them.
Say it.
Them.
Say it.
Fuck them.
Very good, thank you very much.
Okay, here we go.
Poet, can I talk to you a second? I need a little bit of advice, man.
I be seeing you getting up there, you know, in front of everybody reciting your poetry, man.
- Yeah.
- Well, I got this talent show gig.
- Oh man.
- I'm bugging.
Here, sit down.
Poet got the answer.
Sit, sit, sit, sit.
I got the answer.
How you be gettin' up on stage like that, you know? Calm and cocky and shit like you own the joint? Easy.
Big old titty fuck in the green room always do the trick.
I can't hold that, man.
Why not? Why not? 'Cause McManus and Said say you can't? Let me tell you something, coz, I already been down that road with them two.
Said feeding me that bullshit that I'm gonna be a symbol.
A phoenix, rising on the wings of poetry from the ashes of a crack-out? Man, fuck that.
I'm just surviving the war, yo.
And me getting up on stage, kicking them rhymes, that's me firing back.
And me juicing up when I need to? That's me treating the wounds.
Just in case you need the medicine, we'll call that an IOU.
Just in case, all right? Now remember one thing everyone's eyes will be on you.
My sister is so fat that she turns around and we give her a "welcome back" hug.
When she gets on an elevator, it has to go down.
Okay, thanks, you're beautiful.
Jesus, that's a tough crowd.
Agamemnon Busmalis! I would tell you to imagine that they're all naked, but, I guess you've already seen a lot of them naked.
And finally, Omar White.
# I wanna be # # Free # # Like the bluebirds # # Flying by me # # Like the waves # # Out on the blue sea # # If your love has to tie me # # Don't try me, say goodbye # # I wanna be # # Free # # Like the warm September wind, babe # # Say you'll always be my friend, babe # # We can make it to the end, babe # # Again, babe # # I gotta say # # I wanna be # # Free.
# # I wanna be # # Free.
# Omar, you suck! # I wanna be # # Free.
# - You're gloating.
- No, I'm not.
You are.
You're waiting for me to take back what I said, that you always bet on the impossible and lose.
Well, let me get you started.
- I was wrong - Timmy, you are so cute.
- wrong - Very few men would find vindication in the prison version of "Star Search.
" Okay, I'm gloating.
But, you know, indulge me.
Omar White was a lost cause, but I didn't give up on him.
I stayed by his side, and you know what? It's worth all the shit that hasn't worked to see one of them, just one, pull through.
Still ironing your own shirts, aren't you? You know, I know what you're thinking.
Tim loves his lost causes.
I love when you read my mind.
Try again.
Oh, what's up, dude? The poet got the cure.
The poet got the cure.
I took a rain check.
I ain't need that shit, coz.
I mean, I went close, man, but then I said, "Don't numb yourself.
Feel it.
Yeah.
" You fucking with me? You fucking with me, right? No, it's the tits that's fucking with you.
Hoo-hoo-hoo! Once again, with all due respect, Imam, we are concerned with who you choose to spend your time with.
Am I close? I thought so.
With all Omar White's put you through in this so-called sponsorship, - now you two are buddy-buddy? - Yes.
Because the alternative is repugnant to me.
Meaning? There's been a largely unknown but disgusting stain upon our faith.
It's an issue that I have ignored in my teachings to you.
Despite the Koran's forbiddance of slavery, there's an evil tradition which continues to this day.
Our Islamic brothers of the north, they capture our African brothers of the south all in the name of Allah, to Islamicize people who look like you and me.
But we Muslims of America, we'll turn a blind eye to that because it doesn't fit the neat little package of white Christians enslaving blacks.
I finally learned that, in a sense, I was capturing people to our faith to serve my own needs.
You consider your attempts at conversion - a form of enslavement? - Yes, to the degree that it has helped me maintain my self-image.
Sometimes that degree has been a significant degree.
Then there's Adebisi.
He was a black African man who mocked and defied everything I wanted a black man to be.
The spirit of Adebisi did not bleed into me.
That's voodoo.
That didn't make me a violent man.
I am a violent man, like anyone else.
Failing to win him over, I got rid of him.
If we as blacks and as Muslims are truly gonna fight for freedom Omar White should be allowed to be who he is and I should be allowed to be who I am.
So I thank Allah for this so-called sponsorship that he has put me through.
Prisoner #97R492: James Robson; convicted November 7, 1997; murder in the first degree, assault; sentence: life; up for parole in 25 years.
- Not much of a meal there.
- Yeah, nothing cold or crunchy.
Why? You on a diet? 'Cause it hurts, dipshit.
Do I look fat to you? God damn it! Suddenly ice cream, croutons it's like getting your gums raked.
What the fuck is that? They're probably recessive.
My old man had bad gums.
When's the last time you got a cleaning? I don't know, five or six years.
I hate the fucking dentist.
Don't fuck around with your mouth.
My old man didn't deal, his mouth ended up a train wreck.
If I was you, I'd see Dr.
Faraj.
You don't wanna be slurping turkey milkshakes in middle age.
Faraj? I don't want some sand-nigger's paws probing my mouth.
They wear gloves now, you know, since AIDS came along.
Oh.
Jesus, how long has it really been? Well, aside from some cavities, you can see that 10 and 11 show significant recession in the gums - Meaning what? - Meaning that surgery is recommended, and I would say sooner rather than later.
- What kind of fucking surgery? - Well, you have two choices.
The conventional method is to take tissue from the roof of your mouth - and graft it to your gums.
- Shit.
- That sounds fucking painful.
- It is painful.
The alternative is an acellular dermal graft, where we use the gum tissue from a cadaver.
You're kidding.
Some dead person's fucking gums in my mouth? You can think of it as an organ donation.
Sounds fucking creepy.
Well, the use of your own fucking tissue would require a longer and more painful period of fucking recovery.
In the end, your fucking gums would be healthy either fucking way.
Are you mocking me, Faraj? Fuck no.
I don't like your Third-World bullshit attitude.
And whatever I decide, goonga, I got a thing about needles.
Any anesthesia, whatever, I want gas first.
My pleasure, Sahib.
Oh, and one more thing being that I'm Aryan and you're camelshit, I'd appreciate it if you wore two pairs of those plastic gloves.
You know, the less contact, the better.
So, what do you think? Well, it ain't a pretty set of options, that's for sure.
No shit.
Now you see why I hate the dentist? It's not their fault, Robson.
You wait years between cleanings, you never floss.
You brush your teeth the way you scratch your scrotum.
I'm considering the acellular thing.
All right, which one's that? It's like organ donation.
If I needed a liver, the donor would be dead, right? True, but you don't need a liver.
We don't see the liver.
Well, he said it's like a small piece of tissue - All right, can we just - like right here.
- talk about something else, please? - Fuck it.
I'm going graveyard gums.
Holy shit.
Oh, hey, what's up, Doc? Oh.
Hey, how's this stuff legal? You know what kind of killing you'd make selling it to all the drug-fiends in Oz? I mean, they may have tits, but you've got pussy.
What is it with you Nazis and gas? Oh, fuck you.
Hey, I thought I said to wear two pairs of gloves.
- Open wide.
- No, let me have some more gas.
- I can feel it wearing off.
- You don't need more gas.
Open wide.
You know, with all your warped ideology, I bet you never gave much thought to why Adolf was so pissed off at the Jews.
One theory is that he was traumatized by the death of his mother.
She died of breast cancer and she was in the care of a Jewish physician, so, of course, the repressed hatred erupted itself into the Holocaust.
Now, another theory is that Hitler's father was the illegitimate son of a German woman and some obscure Jewish man, and so Hitler himself had impure blood Hey, now, now don't make me slip, because if I do, we are both in trouble, hmm? You know, it's amazing.
We don't even know where these gums come from.
I mean, this could be the gums of a kike, a spic, or even a faggot.
You could be getting the beautiful gums of a big, black nigger.
# Free will # # Can't seem to get our fill # # We are beggars, we are losers # # Drunk from lack of power # # I believe in understanding # # I've got to know when we're landing # # I'm taking my survey now # # Answer if you're with me # # If you want free will.
# Morning, gentlemen.
Check this out.
Fetch.
Come here, Chester.
Come here.
- He fetches.
- That's one thing to unlearn.
I told you, don't teach the dog recreational activities.
- You brush your teeth with that? - Today's focus is on control.
Start walking around in this area.
- What the fuck was that? - Scared the shit out of me.
I'm sorry, but your reaction's not important.
The dog's is.
They have to maintain focus even in the event of loud or startling noises.
So what are you gonna do, make them deaf? Oh, yeah, that's a great idea: deaf dog, blind people.
- You're a fucking genius.
- You teach the dog by standing on his leash and saying "Chill.
" - Chill? - Chill.
Remember when I first started I told you about Officer Rivera, you know, what I'd done to him, blinding him, and how I just wanted to do right? - Yeah, you're doing that.
- Yeah, but I just want to do right by him direct.
I want Rivera to have Julie.
Well, what's the man's status? I don't know.
I haven't heard from Eugene in a long time.
Call him.
Have him come in.
We can talk, assess his want and need of a guide-dog.
I'll try, but knowing how he feels about this place, it's a long shot.
Eugene, Tina, it's good to see you.
You you're both looking well.
I'll take your word for that.
I'm Alicia Hinden.
I appreciate your coming in.
Hello.
Did you read the literature on the program? Yes.
Sounds kind of interesting.
Yeah if you've got no other help.
Those dogs are for lonely people.
Eugene has me.
Actually, a guide-dog is not just for the person he's leading.
He helps the whole family by freeing up your time.
I like helping my husband.
Tina, you would be helping your husband.
Oh yeah, like those interactions with Alvarez did.
Look, I'm skeptical too.
I worked here, remember? I can't believe these fucks are capable of any good.
I mean, who teaches these dogs? Well, the one that we've got for you, she was actually trained by Miguel Alvarez.
- Are you fucking kidding? - I knew that cabron was behind this.
- He's doing a wonderful job.
- Eugene, baby, please, let's go.
He's personally requested we give Julie to you.
So, Eugene, if you like, we can give her to you.
- I don't know.
- No! No fucking way.
Eugene! What, you're actually considering this? He probably trained that mongrel to attack you.
No, I can assure you that that is not Come on.
We're leaving.
The last thing we need is favors from that motherfucker.
Mr.
Rivera, please think about it.
Jesus.
Good girl, Julie.
Prisoner #02M535: Father Daniel Meehan; convicted February 9th, 2002; destruction of private property, assault on an officer of the law; sentence: 15 years; up for parole in five.
What are you in for, Pops? It's Santa Claus.
Yeah, boy! - He won't last a year.
- Don't break a hip.
- I'm on the bottom? - You got that right.
There was an O'Reily family in my last parish, St.
Patrick's Well, it wasn't mine.
We only went to church for funerals.
Oh, I see.
No.
You don't see dick.
Just 'cause I was baptized a Catholic doesn't mean I got any use for a fuckin' priest.
Duly noted.
I've cleared my schedule so I can attend Cyril's trial every day.
I'll be sitting right behind him in the courtroom.
Mm-hmm.
Ryan, he's not gonna get convicted.
He is not gonna get the death penalty.
Hi-ho, hi-ho.
Hey.
How you feeling, kid? - Scared.
- Don't be, okay? Ma's gonna be with you the whole way.
All right? Look, I brought you a brand-new suit.
I hope it fits 'cause I wasn't sure about the sizes.
Cyril, we're not allowed to travel with you on the bus, okay? So I'm taking Suzanne in my car.
- We'll see you before the trial, okay? - Okay.
You're gonna be okay.
- I wish you were coming.
- No, you don't need me.
You'll be fine.
But look, if you you know, if you start to panic, all right, I just want you to think of me, okay? All right.
Doing this Let's go.
Let's go.
Hey, toss the ball.
Now toss the fuckin' ball.
This is about the size of your head, Morales.
You got style, Jia, I'll give you that.
You had me fooled thinking that you were worried about Li Chen hurting my ma.
You set me and Cyril up, only you thought your boy would waste us, not the other way around.
Zou Kai.
I got moves too, brotherman.
Hey, Shupe.
I see they let you out of protective custody.
- Don't start anything, O'Reily.
- I ain't starting shit.
I'm just wondering how much money Jai Kenmin paid you to lie about Cyril to the warden.
Look at me.
I'm gonna give you one chance to switch your story to the truth.
- I I told the truth.
- Okay.
Hey, I made something special for you.
Eat up.
I'm not hungry.
I didn't think so.
- Glen Shupe.
- What about him? I need that cocksucker to have an accident.
- How severe? - Not dead, just diminished.
And it can't be traced back to me.
What do I get in return? Jia Kenmin dies, and it can't be traced back to you.
Deal.
- Sean, I need the - Get out of the way! Doctor, I've got the arm.
I've got the arm.
The first day of trial did not go well.
Judge Moore was in a foul mood, and the prosecutor he's tough and smart.
So you're saying we're gonna lose? I just don't want to give any false hopes.
During the jury selection, Cyril got very agitated and he kept talking out loud, and the judge kept warning him to be silent.
Moore might eject him from the courtroom.
Is the judge aware of Cyril's mental state? - Yeah, he just he doesn't care.
- I'll talk to Cyril.
Hello, Cyril.
Hiya.
May I come in? Sure.
How did it go today? Lots of mumbo-jumbo.
"I object," "Motion to blah, blah, blah.
" Yeah.
All those words confused you, huh? Everyone seems so mean.
I was asking questions, but the guy at the big desk banged the thing and yelled at me.
Ma was behind me, but not close enough to talk to.
I brought you something.
A puppet! I want you to take this puppet with you to court every day, and when you feel the need to talk to someone, I want you to whisper to him, okay? Mm-hmm.
But I want you to whisper to him very softly, so no one else can hear you.
Show me.
- Sister Pete wants us to be - Even softer.
Excellent.
And at the end of each day, the two of you can tell me everything you whispered to each other and I'll explain things to you, all right? We have to give the puppet a name.
Good.
What do you want to call him? - Jericho.
- Why Jericho? 'Cause the walls came tumbling down.
Lights out.
Jesus, you pray a lot.
Well, I need a lot from my God: strength, guidance, forgiveness.
While you're at it, ask him to bring back conjugal visits.
- Don't you ever pray? - No, not since grade school.
What happened? Why'd you stop? A priest tried to grope me in the confessional.
Oh, I am sorry.
- Some priests get lost spiritually - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Father, give it a rest.
I was just kidding.
Look, I have a meeting tomorrow with Father Mukada and I was thinking Lights out means shut the fuck up.
# Hey, lookie yonder, tell me what you see # # Marching to the fields of Vietnam # # Looks like Handsome Johnny with an M-16 # # Marching to the Vietnam War # # Yeah, marching to the Vietnam War # # Hey, lookie yonder, now tell me what you see # # Marching to the Birmingham Fields # # Looks like Handsome Johnny with his hand rolled in a fist # # Marching to the Birmingham Wars # # Yeah, marching to the Birmingham Wars # # And it's a long, hard road # # It's a long, hard road # # It's a long, hard road # # Hey, before we'll be free # # Hey, before we'll be free # # Huh! # # Huh! # Any word on Augustus's condition? Well, I got a call in to Dr.
Panitz at Benchley Memorial.
When he calls me, I'll let you know.
- What about you? You got news for me? - Not yet.
- You find out who gave Hill the drugs? - Not yet.
Well, when you do, you let me handle the rest.
Of course, McManus.
- Of course.
- Hey hey.
You gave me your word.
And my word is my bond, hmm? Count! Let's go! Move it! Yo, Burr, I'm telling you, it must have been them Sicilians that gave Augustus them drugs.
They mad 'cause you and Morales is muscling them out of the tit game.
- You get me some proof.
- Proof? Man, proof is hard to come by, yo.
I need to see some proof.
Shit.
- Hey, yo, Chico, my man.
- What do you want? Yo, we got a problem, man.
Burr thinks that you gave Hill the juice that sent him into hyperspace, and he growling for revenge.
- Me? - Yeah.
No, man.
Yo, the Sicilians probably did it.
I tried to tell him, but you know Burr, man.
He want confirmation.
So I got a solution.
You got to find somebody who will say that they saw the dagos give Hill the shit.
- Who? - I don't know who, man, somebody with no no what you call it? No no vested interest.
Excuse me.
What? What? Salvatore Desanto.
Mmm.
He gave the drugs to Augustus.
Yeah, I I saw the whole thing.
- Okay.
- All right.
See, I told you.
At dinner tonight, I want you to do me a little favor and stick this in Desanto's food for me.
- What's this? - A mind fuck.
I say we whack Redding.
We we tried killing Redding.
He don't fuckin' die.
That is bullshit, Sal.
Anybody can fuckin' die.
Fuck.
Fuck, what's goin' on? Jesus, what's happening? My my head is - Shit.
- What the fuck? Salvatore Desanto is brain-dead, overdose of LSD.
Oh, man, that's a bummer.
I saw a lot of acid myself over in Vietnam.
That stuff's more lethal than the Viet Cong.
It really can blow your mind.
Yeah.
You know, I really should have the food that Desanto was eating tested.
Now that's a good idea.
Only problem is ain't no food left.
My boys, they they ain't so good at cooking, but when it comes to the end of the day, man, they clean up that cafeteria, I'm telling you.
- I'll bet.
- Mmm, spotless.
The first time that I got raped by Adebisi, I thought, "This was the worst thing that could ever happen.
" But I was wrong.
How many men were there? Three.
Do you know why they did it? Does the why matter? Only to you.
What do you want me to say, Sister? Peter, I don't want you to say anything.
I just want you to understand that no matter what you think you may have done to bring this on yourself, you did not deserve to be raped.
Those men, whoever they are, had no right to violate you.
Ah, all right.
Tomorrow.
Same time? No.
I don't think any of this is really helping me, Sister.
Peter Thanks.
Thanks for trying.
I want to find the three men who raped Schibetta.
Why? Why, Leo? Why? Look, we're doing everything we can to keep the number of reported rapes down.
Reported? Listen to you.
Your own daughter was raped.
This is different.
This is Oz.
- Rape is rape, Leo.
- I don't agree.
Here, rape has a a leveling effect.
Peter Schibetta, from the day he arrived, wanted to be a tough guy, wanted to follow in his father's footsteps, running things, hurting people.
Well, he got stopped by Adebisi.
- Now he got stopped again.
- What's going on? Do you have something personal against Schibetta? No, no.
It's simply survival of the fittest, as natural and basic as Darwin.
You and I have disagreed about a lot over the years, but this is Peter Marie "A leveling effect"? You want rape to do your job? You see this medal? St.
Dismas.
He's the patron saint of prisoners.
Al Capone gave this to my grandfather in the '20s.
- I didn't know Al Capone was religious.
- He wasn't.
He just liked to hedge his bets.
Dr.
Nathan, I keep feeling worse and worse.
I know.
I haven't prayed since the fifth grade.
I've forgotten how.
Me too.
Hola.
- Hola yourself.
- Well, you're in a mood.
Oh, I am frustrated.
I'm dealing with Peter Schibetta and taking these little baby steps, and then this morning he tells me he's done with therapy.
Maybe you should have him talk to some other guy who's been raped.
Yeah, yeah, I was thinking about that.
Listen, are you aware of any trouble between Leo and Peter? No.
Why? Never mind.
I'm just having one of those days filled with massive confusion.
I'm having a day myself.
Chucky Pancamo came in with a stab wound - and caught a staph infection.
- Oh.
Yeah, he's sinking pretty fast.
And you're blaming yourself.
His wound got infected on my watch.
Life is dangerous enough in Oz without prisoners having to worry about dying due to poor medical treatment.
Look at us.
We're complete and utter failures at our jobs.
So what do we do instead? Form an all-girl band? - Hey, I want to ask you a favor.
- Sure.
I want you to talk to Peter Schibetta.
Okay.
Only if you teach Chucky Pancamo how to pray.
Peter.
Come in.
Oh, sit down.
May I take your hand? Blessed art thou amongst women Blessed art thou amongst women And blessed is the fruit of thy womb And blessed is the fruit of thy womb - Jesus.
- Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God Holy Mary, mother of God - pray for us sinners - pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
# Look, I'm standing naked before you # # Don't you want more than my sex? # # I can scream as loud as your last one # # But I can't claim innocence # # Oh, God, could it be the weather? # # Oh, God, why am I here? # # If love isn't forever # # And it's not the weather # # Hand me my leather.
# Hoyt.
Oh, it's nice to see you, Father.
- Really? - It's nice to see anyone.
This fuckin' place is spooky.
Jaz, you confessed to several murders, including Jim Burns.
But you didn't act alone.
You had help.
I ain't rattin' on my friends.
No, no, no, not all of them, but Timmy Kirk - I killed Timmy Kirk.
- No.
As hard as you tried, he survived.
- He's back at Oz.
- Cocksucker! You tell the warden the truth about Kirk, and he's gonna be moving in right next door.
Get me Glynn.
I want to sing.
It's Hoyt's version versus mine.
He killed Burns.
He bricked Cloutier inside a wall.
This is all some kind of weird revenge thing on his part.
- I'm innocent.
- You liar! Ray.
Ray.
You will burn, Kirk! Take Kirk back to Unit B.
You're the one who will burn.
Hey, Clarence, - how are you? - Good.
Ooh, you been working out? - Yeah.
- Yeah? I can tell.
Hey, you're in for arson, right? - Yeah.
- Yeah.
You know any other arsonists? I mean, on the outside.
One or two.
How'd you like a blowjob? Hmm? Our Lady of Fatima Church and its rectory next door burned to the ground this evening, killing two priests.
The two priests, Father John Downing and Father Jack Hurlbert, were trapped on an upper floor of the rectory.
Also injured was Father Raymond Mukada, - who suffered from smoke inhalation - Holy shit! and is in serious condition at Benchley Memorial Hospital.
Arson is suspected as the cause.
# You creep # # Into my heart # # And make my heart # # Burn! # # You sneak # # Into my mind # # And make my head # # Ache! # # Look, it's time to face the music # # Bye-bye! # # Don't slam the door # # This is the last duet # # Last chance you're gonna get # # No more harmony # # For you and me # # This is the last duet # - # I'll ever do with # - # Never do with # # Never ever # # Never ever, never do with you.
# Sir, may I speak? Sure, prag.
Uh, what's the latest on Adam Guenzel? And how's your plan working? Well, I predict by the end of the week he'll be sucking my cock.
Yesterday I deposed Jerry Heekin.
Who's that? He's that man who claims he saw you dump Brice Tibbetts in the field.
He's a very credible witness.
- Is that so? - Remember you said that he testified it was late at night, so it must have been dark, no lights in the field? Yeah, well, see, he had a flashlight.
He saw you - clearly.
- It wasn't me.
Look.
A lot of guys running around look like me, you know.
I got a very familiar face.
- You know, I'm divorced.
- Mmm.
Yeah.
I was married to Eddie for 10 years.
One day I asked him where he'd been, he goes, "Barney's," just so fast, so convincingly, I knew immediately he was lying.
Are you calling me a liar? Every person in this country deserves a fair trial, deserves a good lawyer.
I cannot be that lawyer for you.
I'll call the Public Defender's office and find you someone else.
Catherine, wait a minute.
I need you.
Keller, this is the one time where your charms are useless.
Catherine Catherine! Catherine! Toby.
Hey.
Look, I just I wanted to let you know that I won't be representing Keller anymore.
Why? What happened? He's guilty.
You know, I made a promise to myself the day I passed the bar.
I said I was never gonna represent a guilty person, and I'm not gonna start now, not even for you.
I understand.
Answer me this.
When I'd asked you if he had ever discussed these murders, you said no.
Yeah.
I lied.
Keller says so many things, who knows what's true? But you believe him when he says he loves you.
Yes.
You do belong together.
Catherine.
Loves makes us all do strange things.
You don't have to tell me that.
You have a good life.
You knew the woman you raped? We used to date.
We bumped into each other at this bar, did some K, started making out.
Next thing I knew, Franklin and me had her in the park, face down in the grass.
You know, I never raped a woman I knew.
- Adam? - Yeah? - Can I talk to you? - I'm busy.
Two seconds.
Lovebirds.
You shouldn't be hanging out with those guys.
Instead I should be playing backgammon with you and Busmalis? The bikers are Schillinger's allies.
They're just being friendly with you to try and set you up.
Schillinger wants you.
You ought to know, right, having been his prag.
Hey, Guenzel, you and Beecher goin' on a date? While you're down there, suck this cock, you faggot.
- Cocksucker.
- Ride him, cowboy.
A goal, goal, goal, goal.
- That's my man! - All right.
Schillinger.
You made me an offer the other day that you'd help me get to see Keller if I gave you the boy Guenzel.
Yeah.
Is the offer still on the table? Jeez, I don't know.
I'll quit Sister Pete.
I'll come to work for you in the mailroom.
I'll call the Sicilians off.
Please.
Oh, okay.
I no longer want you to protect Adam Guenzel.
After I seen what he did to you, I ain't surprised.
The kid's a prick.
- Sister.
- Good morning.
There is something I've got to talk to you about.
I've decided to quit working for you.
- What? - Well, you know, I've been doing the same job for five years and I'm bored.
You know, I I had no idea you were unhappy.
Well, I'm I'm not unhappy.
- If there's - I'm not unhappy.
Yeah.
Oh, well, all right.
If you're s sure about this.
I am.
Okay.
When do you want to leave? Today.
Today? So you want to go work with the Aryans? Uh-huh.
Ever since we started these interactions, Schillinger and I have been getting along real well.
Plus working in the mailroom allows you to see Keller.
It's okay, Beecher, because I agree with Sister Pete.
You should be allowed visits.
Yeah, but the real problem is Adam Guenzel.
I know you're gonna do whatever you think is best, but Adam and I just haven't been getting along.
I think maybe you were right when you said you wanted to transfer him out of Em City.
Well, he's disruptive.
I thought you being friends was gonna help, but Me too.
It hasn't worked out.
Okay.
I'm gonna ship him over to Unit B.
- Schillinger.
- Yeah? The boy is all yours.
Time for you to deliver the mail.
Hey there, tough guy.
Knock knock.
Keller.
Go away.
I don't want to play today.
Huh? I don't wanna fuck right now.
Maybe you're forgetting who's who here.
You're my bitch, not the other way around.
I've been bringing you little extras and in return, you've been giving me little extras.
Don't poke me.
Fucking cunt, I don't want to see your ugly fuckin' face God damn it! Central, we got a 16, section 32.
- How the mighty have fallen.
- Fuck you, faggot.
- Guenzel.
- Hey, Vern.
- The boys in Em City send their regards.
- Shut up.
Hey, I was just God, what the fuck was? - You'll speak when you're spoken to.
- Hey, get the fuck off me! - Get off of me! - Sir sir, may I watch? Well, if you don't, how are you ever gonna learn? Help! Get the fuck off me! Get the fuck off! - I've got mail for Keller.
- He's not here.
- Where is he? - Benchley Memorial.
In the hospital? Well, what happened? He acted up.
I shut him down.
Keep moving, Beecher.
# On days like these # # When the rain won't fall # # And the sky is so dry # # That even birds can't call # # I can feel your tears # # Disappearing in the air # # Carried on the breeze # # On days like these # # But you can't reap # # What you don't sow # # And you can't plant # # In hollow ground # # So let us fill # # This empty earth with hope # # Until the rains come down # # On days like these.
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