Oz s06e03 Episode Script

The power of music.
Whether a concerto or ballad or rap, music stimulates us.
Yeah, it stimulates us.
Willy Shakespeare said, "If music be the food of love, play on.
" Hey! You're supposed to be having a farewell conversation.
Use your lips for talking.
- Asshole.
- You girls got one minute.
- Hey, asshole.
- Chris, come on.
Forget about him.
There's a lot I want to say before I go.
Look, I gotta tell ya, I'm having a tough time wrapping my head around the reality of you being paroled.
Trust me, I won't fully comprehend it until I'm sipping my first martini.
Toby, I'm I'm, uh What? I'm glad.
You're finally going to get some time to spend with your kids.
Come on.
- What's really on your mind? - Don't forget me.
Never.
And now that I'm out, I'll be doubling my efforts to overturn your death sentence.
I'm going to see you more than before.
Even so, if I die, don't forget me.
You are not gonna die.
When you say it, I almost believe it's true.
It is true.
Time.
Time! Asshole.
Chris, don't! Fucker! Hey, you got anything for me? Nope.
I love my Rosie.
Maricon! Thanks.
Mayor Loewen? Vernie, I wondered when you'd pop up.
It's great to see you, sir.
Is that mail for me? Oh, yes.
So are you comfortable? Got everything you need? Yeah, mm-hm.
You gave me quite a scare.
When I heard you almost choked to death.
When's the doctor releasing you? I get back to Unit J tomorrow.
Christ.
- Sir? - Another hate letter.
Some nigger says I got off too easy.
Says he's got a cousin here in Oswald who's gonna airhole me.
- What does airhole mean? - Kill.
Black bastard.
Don't worry, Your Honor, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
Oh, yeah, is that right, huh? From what I hear, the Aryans in Oswald are a sorry bunch.
That guy who saved me from choking, Beecher.
I hear you've been trying to airhole him for about six fucking years, and all you have to show for it is that little scar above your eye there.
I did have his son killed, and his father.
What are you an idiot? Saying shit like that out loud? You know, Vernie, I've got to tell you, I never thought you were the brightest bulb in the chandelier.
You always had this huge ego with nothing to back it up.
You always had these big plans with no balls behind them.
Shit, if it weren't for your daddy I wouldn't have given you the time of fucking day.
You're an embarrassment to the Brotherhood.
I have balls.
Speak up, boy, I can't hear you.
Nothing, sir.
How'd your meeting with the mayor go? Fuck him.
Well, it's been nice knowing you.
You too, Yood.
You too, Yood? Well, you're in such a cheery mood I'm not sure if I should burden you with the little info I just learned.
I know who killed your father.
Who? Franklin Winthrop.
On orders from Vern Schillinger.
I knew it.
Fuck.
I thought you might want the facts now, in case you decide to do something before you leave.
Like what? Schillinger murdered your father.
Wilson Loewen's like a father to Schillinger.
Tooth-for-tooth time.
So I said, "Ronnie, you tell Nancy to keep her panties on.
" - And did he? - No, when it came to that woman the great communicator had no voice at all.
This has been enjoyable, Mayor, but I have a meeting over at Lardner.
Yeah, I have to run as well.
Jimmy, could you stay just two more minutes? - Uh, yeah.
- I'll see you again.
Oh, I hope so, darlin'.
You fucking cocksucker.
You swore to me that you would never let me serve a day.
Wilson, they were burning down the city.
Correction, they were burning down their city, their neighborhood, their businesses.
The violence was escalating, spreading So you send in the National Guard, tear gas, rubber bullets.
What you don't do is betray a lifelong friend.
What you don't do is humiliate a man, especially when that man knows where the bodies are buried.
I want my pardon, Jimmy, and I want it fucking today.
I'm not going to spend another night in this cesspool, understand? I don't care what kind of political typhoon it causes.
If you don't give me my pardon, I will call a press conference and I will tell tales, Jimmy.
Tales of corruption, tales of graft, tales of voter fraud.
By the time I'm finished you'll be sitting right next to me in Unit J playing par-fucking-cheesi.
All right.
I'll figure out a way.
Yeah, you always do, Jimmy.
That's why you're my boy.
Perry.
There's something I want you to do.
Something that requires enormous discretion.
So, here we are.
Yes.
But I'm not saying goodbye because this is not goodbye.
My dad's law partners, in his memory, have decided to do pro bono work for the prisoners.
Even though I've been disbarred, - I'm going to coordinate the office.
- That's great.
I'm glad, Tobias.
I'm glad some good will come out of all the sadness you suffered.
I want to thank you both for always being there.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Tobias, do not come back tomorrow.
Be with your family.
Take the time to play with your children.
And comfort my mother.
I promise you, Beecher, I will find who killed your father.
Yeah, uh-huh.
Hey, Beecher, sign here.
Okay, you're free to go.
Free to go.
Free.
Free.
Be well.
"One good thing about music, when it hits, you feel no pain.
So hit me with music.
" Bob Marley.
Wilson Loewen is dead.
Oh well.
Oh, well.
Oh well.
It amazes me some of the books the prisoners read.
I mean, Henry James? They had to force-feed me James in college.
I too thought it odd that Pablo Rosa would want to borrow "The Ambassadors.
" He's 18, in for murdering a classmate.
Nice to know he's expanding his horizons.
Turn the book over.
Is that blood? He clubbed his cellmate with it.
Pablo Rosa, huh? What cell block's he in? Why? I know you want to help people, but you can't reach a kid like that.
Which is exactly why I should try.
Doesn't your boyfriend worry, you coming in here every day? Is that your not-so-subtle way of asking if I'm involved? Yes.
Well, Robert, to me men are like books.
Sometimes I want a romance, sometimes a thriller, sometimes maybe a trashy novel to take to the beach.
And sometimes I want a classic.
But when I finish, it's back on the shelves and on to the next.
You've never been married? Oh, no.
Then maybe you're reading too fast.
I'm voracious.
Prisoner #02R104 Pablo Rosa; convicted December 22nd, involuntary manslaughter; sentence 18 years; up for parole in 10.
Pablo? Come on in.
What do you want? I've been reading through your records.
You're 18 with 18 years left on your sentence? I get parole in 10.
Okay, so how do you want to spend that time? Fast as fucking possible.
The thing is, Pablo, that's not an answer any more than this is a weapon.
Did the job pretty good if you ask me.
Not the job it was meant to.
Tell me, can you read? - Sure.
- Do you enjoy it? No.
Books are just shit teachers give you.
- So you did go to school? - Sometimes.
But not always because you hated the shit your teachers gave you, right? Well, can't expect everyone to enjoy the same thing.
So what I'd like us to do is find a book that's right for you.
- Why? - Because when we do, it'll make the time fly, and that's what you want.
Tell me some of the things that interest you.
Like what? Like pussy and baseball? Now we're cooking.
Hey, Rebadow, heard you were in the library checking out more than just books.
I don't really care to dignify that with a response.
Chill, man.
I'm just a little jealous, you know? You got your old lady on payroll, right? I call mine twice, she won't even so much as fart my way.
You and Busmalis should switch places.
His girl keeps showing up, but he won't see her.
Well shit, let me know the next time she comes by.
Shit, I'll visit anything in a skirt, man.
Norma's here today.
For some reason, she asked for me.
Well shit, share the love.
Share the love.
Damn! You think I can convince Busmalis to visit with you, but I can't.
He's impenetrable.
Oh, come on.
We both know Agamemnon.
What looks like a wall is only an inch thick over that tender little heart of his.
Well, I'm no cardiac surgeon.
I'm not sure how to cut through the wall.
Say you saw me, that I was crying.
- But you're not.
- But I do.
Every day.
And tell him this, I'll show up one last time.
If he doesn't come, even just to say farewell, then I swear he'll never hear from Norma Clark again.
Okay.
But I can't promise success.
Please, Bob! Do your best.
See? Tears.
Where have you been? You know I hate playing solitaire alone.
Black four on that five.
And this is why.
I just saw Norma.
What, my Norma? - Agamemnon, calm down.
- Went behind my back.
Is there a reason everyone's taking her side? I'm of the mind you're both on the same side.
Oh, and what are you, Dr.
Love? And what's led you to such a learned diagnosis? For one, you called her "my Norma.
" You've got 12 years left in Oz.
Do you really want to spend that time angry and desolate? Oh, what do you know? You're busy mooning over that librarian.
Yes.
Stella's conjured up all sorts of feelings in me.
Reminding me of what I was like when I was young, passionate about architecture, about Betty.
I was on the verge of an extraordinary career, an extraordinary life.
But I've been alone 38 years, and I'm just beginning to make up for lost time.
You, you're choosing to lose the time you and Norma have together.
Red queen on that king.
Yeah yeah, I see it.
Little man, what was that bullshit? You didn't like "Of Human Bondage"? I thought it was an instruction manual.
It was about some crippled kid.
There's no pictures, even.
Sorry.
Uh how about "Macbeth"? The story of a brutal Scottish warlord who kills mercilessly to gain power.
They're doing a production here.
Yeah, sounds all right.
Well, Lady Macbeth, what are you waiting for? Get me my fucking book, man.
Hey, don't forget my cookie.
Hey, Robson.
Hey, what shade of lipstick is that, huh? Dick-suck red? Yeah, we heard you're working receiving and discharge.
Uh-oh.
Fuck you, Pancamo.
I'll tell you what, prag, this time, I'll use my bad hand to beat you.
- Even it up a little.
- Bitch.
I was only talking.
- Since when's it against the rules? - Since right now.
- "Since right now.
" - Hey, what did I just say? This is the problem, you got zero listening ability.
So focus and either nod or shake your head, got it? That's a start.
Since Redding plans to move over to telemarketing, I'm giving you back the kitchen.
Keep it efficient, keep it clean, keep it honest.
And in return for my generosity I want you to stay the fuck away from the Aryans.
Got me? Now, this is the part where you say thanks.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
So, what'd you give those Nazi fucks? And now you shut up again.
Psst, White.
White! What, man, what? How you feeling? Better, thank God.
How about you? Good, not great.
They tell you what we got? No, man, only dribs and drabs of shit.
Yeah, me too, but it can't be that terrible if Nathan sent us out of the hospital that quick.
I wanna hear quiet! - When's Martinez coming back? - I don't know.
They tell you what's ailing us yet? I don't know! Ah, see? Quiet.
Let's give Gannon Carlos Martinez He's one nasty man.
His liver is deteriorating rapidly.
Let's up his Aldactone 25 milligrams.
Martinez, you look like fucking hell.
Brass giving you grief? Always, man, always.
Listen up.
Morales is worried you're going to tell Brass the truth about how his ankle got cut.
No, I would never tell.
I swear on my life.
That's what Morales had in mind.
He wants me to shank you.
I'm too weak to fight, Chico.
Que estés fuerte.
Gracias, hermano.
Stay strong.
Is it done? No.
I talked to Martinez.
He's not gonna jabber on you.
I told you to kill him.
That was an order.
He's a compadre.
You want him whacked? Do the deed yourself.
I will.
And I won't fuckin' forget this.
- Grace! - He's dead.
What the hell happened? Well, I was in the office filling out report sheets.
- I never heard him code.
- How do you not hear the code? Well I was busy.
Well now you're not.
You're fired.
Carlos Martinez is dead.
God damn it.
He died because we, you and me, didn't send him to a real hospital for proper care - and now he's dead.
- Gloria.
I have to do an autopsy, and this time I am not lying.
I'm not covering anything up.
Full disclosure.
Did you hear me? Full fucking disclosure! Aw, shit.
I'm still not sure this is the best solution to the problem.
Once the state medical board reviews Nathan's findings the truth will come out anyway.
But shouldn't you just wait until the autopsy's done? He who creates the news has the best chance of controlling it.
Here's to full disclosure.
Thank you for coming.
We have discovered that toxic chemical elements residing in the air ducts throughout solitary confinement have infected three inmates.
And sadly, yesterday it lead to the death of one of them, Carlos Martinez.
I take full responsibility for Martinez's death.
Good morning, my beloveds.
Got a newsflash for you Your pal Martinez bought the farm.
Farm? What farm? He died, stupid.
- What'd he die from? - I don't know.
But whatever he had, you clucks have it too.
- Are you sure? - That's the scuttlebutt.
Shit.
If I were you, I'd pay up my insurance premiums.
Wait wait wait wait wait, look.
But buying a farm is a good thing, right? I mean, why does that have to mean dying? Shut up, Omar.
No, look, now that don't make no sense.
Sold the farm, lost the farm, the farm burned down, but Shut up, Omar! That don't make no goddamn sense.
Hey, Sean.
Sean, I've been looking for you.
Here I am.
Want to get a beer after work? Yeah, and I'm buying to celebrate the death of that spic Martinez.
Yeah, I'm not shedding any tears.
It's too bad he 10-7'd before he ratted on Morales.
That's the beauty part, pal, he did.
You know I've been visiting Martinez regular, always at him to tell me the truth? Well he must have known he was going to croak and he wanted to make his peace 'cause last night he spilled.
- A deathbed confession? - Yeah.
Martinez pinned the tail on Morales' donkey ass.
You've known since last night, didn't say anything till now? That's why I'm looking for you.
I want Morales in solitary ASAP.
All right, come on.
Take the cuffs off.
What the fuck do you want? - What is this? - Halftime entertainment.
Yo, Penders.
You think Morales is gonna get his farm foreclosed? Martinez cut me right here.
Ruined my chances of ever playing pro ball, and I have this limp.
So you see, Enrique, if I only cut the one you'll limp like I do.
But if I cut them both, you'll walk fine.
I see the devil.
I see the devil everywhere.
And you say this started when? The moment Kirk died.
It's as if whatever possessed him came into me.
I'm going to ask Sister Peter Marie to schedule a session with you.
I'm not crazy, Father.
I see the devil right over your shoulder.
It sounds like he's going for an insanity defense in his appeal.
No, he keeps saying, "I'm not crazy.
I'm not crazy.
" Don't get me wrong, I think he's crazy, but he doesn't.
I'm not sure that he hasn't always been crazy.
Therefore, I'm not sure that he should be executed.
Would you talk to Hoyt? Certainly.
But I have to ask, what are you hoping to get out of this? - Me personally? Nothing.
- Yeah.
Wait a minute.
Are you trying to assuage your guilt by helping Hoyt? You told me yourself that you prayed for Timmy Kirk to die.
Yes, but I know God doesn't answer those kinds of prayers, that Hoyt acted on his own volition and that I had nothing to do with Kirk's demise.
And yet down deep you're happy that the boy is dead.
Like I said, you're trying to burn off excess guilt by making Hoyt into a cause.
Just be sure he is the proper recipient.
What do you mean? Jaz Hoyt is not the victim here.
You can walk away, but I'm not like the Reverend Cloutier.
I won't just disappear.
- Mrs.
Kirk? - Yes.
I'm Father Mukada.
I have Timothy's belongings.
I just need you to sign this form.
Did you know my son? Uh, yes.
Such a sweet sweet face.
Who knew there was so much bad inside? He left his own baby to die in a dumpster.
Then he came here.
He said such terrible things, shocking things about the church, about Jesus.
He called me Satan's whore.
Father, would you hear my confession? What could you possibly have to confess? I stopped loving my son that day.
My heart went cold, and I stopped loving him.
I need God to forgive me for that.
"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words, and that which cannot remain silent.
" Victor Hugo.
Hello, Cyril.
There's something I want to talk to you about.
I've been wondering Wait, Sister, don't you want to say hello to me? Oh, yeah, sure.
Hello, Jericho.
Cyril, how are you feeling lately? He's fine.
Okay, that's enough.
Let's put Jericho away, okay? No.
Yes.
Give me the puppet.
Fuck you you cunt.
Cyril, I gave you Jericho, and now I want him back.
Okay, now let go.
Let go.
Ow ow ow ow! Officer! - I need help.
- Let her go! Jericho made me do it! Jericho made me do it! Get off me! - Give me that thing! - Take this goddamn thing! Get up.
Jericho.
Jericho.
Jericho! Jericho! Jericho.
O'Reily, shut the fuck up.
Jericho.
Sobbing like a chick over a stupid puppet? Jericho.
Knock it off right now, or else.
Jericho Jericho.
Okay, I warned you.
- Matt! - Jericho.
- Jericho.
- What the fuck? Jericho.
Douse the little prick.
Stop stop! Stop! You want some of this too? Stop! Lights out! If the appeals court plays ball, Cyril O'Reily will die next month.
The first person executed under the state's new definition of mentally retarded.
We have to be prepared for a backlash.
Yes, Reimondo and her happy band of do-gooders have been stirring up the press and the public.
The question is, how do we fight back? There wouldn't be all this breast-beating if folks thought the 'tard was normal.
So, we have to make him normal, or appear normal.
According to Sister Peter Marie's files, Cyril has been given a series of stabilizing drugs, none of which has been successful.
Which is why I propose using E.
C.
T.
What's E.
C.
T.
? Basically the PC way of saying electroshock.
Governor There's a nasty misconception about E.
C.
T.
It's not the horrible mind torture you see in the movies.
It's really quite benign.
Look, I'm not gonna sit here debating the pros and cons of electroshock therapy.
Cyril is Sister Peter Marie's patient.
A decision can't be made without consulting her.
Dr.
Donald Rofe, Director of the State Office of Mental Health will meet with her tomorrow.
You'll also need permission from the O'Reily family.
Signed by the father, Seamus O'Reily.
You agree with all of this? It was my idea.
Peter Marie, you okay? Uh No.
I just had a meeting with Don Rofe who told me that they're going to give Cyril O'Reily E.
C.
T.
And that I'd better shut up and like it.
Will you? Well that's what I'm trying to decide.
You know, normally in situations like this, I just raise high the battlements and charge.
But as uh Rofe so eloquently pointed out, in Cyril's case I have failed completely.
Nothing I tried has worked.
So, I have to weigh my ego against what's best for my patient.
I don't want to say no just to keep somebody else from succeeding where I have failed.
And you think a spin around McManus' maze will do the trick? Can't hurt.
Hey, you wanted to see me? Yeah, Ryan, sit down.
That's good, because I wanted to see you too.
I just saw Cyril, and he's so goddamn sad.
If his puppet means so much to him, why don't you just give it back to him? I can't, Ryan.
Jericho was my idea, remember? A way for Cyril to deal with the confusion surrounding the trial, but unfortunately the puppet has come to mean more than that to him.
It's become a whole other personality.
I don't care about that.
I just want Cyril to be happy.
It's not that simple.
Cyril is suffering from severe depression and schizophrenia.
All right, so what's next? I mean, what can we do to cure him? Your father has already agreed to electroshock therapy.
My father? What the fuck does that old bastard have to do with anything? I know, it's unbelievable, but in the eyes of the law he is Cyril's guardian.
All right, so this electroshock therapy, does it do any good? I have no experience with it.
The treatment was in vogue for years and fell out of favor.
However, some mental health professionals swear by it.
Clinical evidence indicates that E.
C.
T.
produces a substantial improvement in 80% of patients.
Are there any dangers? There's headaches, there's soreness, nausea, memory loss.
Look we're talking an ordinary household current applied to the brain for half a second, of two to three weeks.
And no one knows if there's permanent damage.
No.
Jesus Christ, can't we stop them? The truth is that they have conspired to make this happen.
We are taken out of this decision-making.
I spoke to Zelman to see if we could go to court, if we could fight it, and he says we wouldn't win.
That's genius.
Devlin wants to electroshock Cyril to make him normal enough to electrocute him.
"Music is the brandy of the damned.
" George Bernard Shaw.
Hello, Cyril.
Why don't you hop right up here? Trust me, this one's going to be a piece of cake.
We're going to give you two different drugs, one that puts you to sleep, the other relaxes your muscles.
This is gonna prick a bit.
These are electrodes, and once you're asleep they'll measure the current that's stimulating your brain.
We're going to do a little procedure today.
Now, this is going to prick just a bit.
Relax.
Relax.
This will put you to sleep.
- Does it hurt? - Not if you're asleep.
He's out.
- Ready? - Fire away.
How are you feeling? I have a terrible headache.
Did you tell your doctors? Who? Never mind.
Sometimes if somebody holds you the pain goes away.
Do you want me to hold you? Okay.
Come on, sweetie.
- Hello, Ryan.
- Hi.
I, uh, just had a call from Arnold Zelman.
They've denied Cyril's appeal.
Shit.
Okay.
Okay, now what do we do? Well, Zelman will probably try to figure out another approach, another appeal, but in the meantime the judge has set the date for Cyril's execution.
What? - When? - Three weeks from Thursday.
That's not much time.
I feel deep down we'll stop the execution, but just in case, Ryan, - you ought to accept the fact - No.
No way.
You know, if I even entertain the thought, if I let myself believe for a second that my brother's gonna die, then my brother's gonna die.
This was Father Meehan's.
I don't know, I have faith, Sister.
For the first time in a really long time I have faith.
I still don't understand why we gave up running the cafeteria.
We got us some new jobs.
Man, kitchen best detail there is.
I got the belly to prove it.
Yeah, well I found us something better, something that will get us out of the muck and mire.
Man, we ain't down in no shit.
Wrong, Kenaniah.
We in so much shit, you can't even smell it no more.
- So what's your brainstorm? - Gonna be telemarketers.
- Tele who? - I'm serious.
Gonna learn you boys some skills, something that'll make you more cash than you're making in the kitchen.
- Not more than slinging.
- Ain't gonna be no more slinging.
- Are you crazy, nigger? - Yeah, no motherfuckin' way Hold up, hold up.
So what's your angle, Burr? There ain't no angle.
This is the dawn of a new day, gentlemen.
Our charge is to rise up and face it.
And rise up we shall.
And this is the nerve center of our operation.
It's very nice.
Very nice.
And it runs like any other telemarketing firm? Better.
I hire these guys cheap, you get me cheaper, which in turn lowers your overhead, increases call volume and fills those campaign coffers.
And the day-to-day, no difference? S.
O.
P.
You provide us with contact numbers and prepared text, we get right to work.
And nobody knows they're talking to convicts? Not unless you want us to tell them.
Trust me, that would be the last thing that Senator Laken would want his constituents to know.
Laken? The right-wing, Bible-toting motherfucker? His legislation is the main reason why half the men in here are doing twice as much time.
Let me assure you, Mr.
D'Arta, that my company is non-partisan and will be committed to whatever it is you want us to do.
Can the editorials! I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean any offense.
That's all right.
Everyone is entitled to their own point of view.
This is America, after all.
And this program is working in other prisons? It's thriving.
A situation like this benefits everybody.
Nobody loses.
I'm a campaign manager, Ms.
Degenhart.
Somebody always loses.
But I will take your proposal back to my people.
Great.
Don't let me go real-a, gorilla, bad nigger driller; Double live, cross-eyed, see-you-from-the-side schemer; Type of nigger bang his chest when he fight, for he's in too much truth, so, we see the blessings of night, blessings of calm.
Nothing lays waiting.
Imagine what he's holdin' in his palm; Holding in his dream, just building like steam; Mounting like Kilimanjaro.
So just wait until tomorrow when things get right with me.
I'm gonna smite the wicked, step off easy.
Burr, Burr, what's up, what's up? We're in business, gentlemen.
Contract got signed today.
Why that put you in such a fine fuckin' mood? They ain't turning us into working stiffs, man.
Poet, that attitude is the first thing you gonna get rid of.
I ain't doin' it.
Funny how you think you got a choice.
So we giving up the tit trade just like that? If I am, you are too.
You don't have to worry about getting on board right away.
Just be ready by 9:00 tomorrow morning.
C'mon Burr.
God damn, man.
And you don't have to believe that I'm right, because I'm going to show you how right I am.
So, when do you expect to publish Augustus Hill's book? We were hoping to have it out this month, but that's why we needed to see you.
There's been a bump over who owns the rights.
Augustus had a will, clearly stating all monies from the book went to groups that help prisoners, like The Fortune Society.
Yes, but his wife, Anabella Ex-wife.
She divorced him.
She is claiming the divorce was not final at the time of Hill's death and that she is the rightful heir to his royalties.
Plus we've been served an injunction by the family of Lawrence Hudack.
The officer that Augustus killed? This state has a Son of Sam Law.
All the money from the book is supposed to go into a victim's trust.
Kareem, we are looking at months, maybe years of legal battles.
What are you saying to me? You're not gonna publish this book? The publishing industry's shaky right now.
And this memoir, although well written, it's not a bestseller.
What if I could make it worth your while, cut your printing costs? How are you gonna do that? I had an inspiration.
Now just wait a minute, wait a minute, back up.
You want to start your own company? Yes, bookbinding.
I've done the research.
Perfect size business to run from Oz.
I presume you're not looking to the state for money to start this little venture.
No, we Muslims will pool our bank accounts.
It's a small risk.
My publishers have agreed to let me produce Augustus' book for them.
They've introduced me to potential clients.
I thought you were against the concept of prison labor.
Not the concept, the way it's practiced.
I'm not gonna drive some local competitor out of business, in that I do not have any local competitors.
And more importantly, McManus, I will pay the decent wage, minimum wage.
You're going to fork $5.
25 an hour out of your own pocket?! In the beginning, yes.
But with projected earnings I expect we'll be making it back within six weeks.
Well, I can't think of a good reason to say no.
You? You know, we keep developing our own industries, Oz is gonna end up on the cover of "Fortune 500.
" Look at this, my brothers.
It's an ordinary book to some.
And yet I believe what I hold in my hand is the past what has been written; The present what can be read now; And the future the glorious work before us.
And we Muslims, we're going to lead the way for the world to see how workers can be treated fairly, can be treated respectfully.
We will demonstrate true pride in our craft and we will demonstrate, once and forever, how human beings pulling together can become a force for good and celebrated in the spirit of Allah.
Now, I'm asking for your help.
I'm asking for your dedication.
I am asking for your absolute commitment.
- Are you with me? - Yes! I can't hear you, are you with me? - Yes! - Allahu akbar.
- Allahu akbar! - Allahu akbar! - Allahu akbar! - Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar! All praise is due to Allah.
The course you've set will be difficult, Minister.
Yes, but worth the struggle.
Being a part of publishing Augustus' book, the entire population of Oz will be rejuvenated.
Now, I've contacted Anabella Hill and the Hudack family.
I'm trying to settle their legal claims.
Who's that? He's a reporter.
He's gonna do a story on our new venture.
- Wait here.
- All right.
Kareem Said.
Mr.
Idzik.
Arif don't harm him.
It's okay.
You're gonna be all right.
You're gonna be all right.
Come on, come on.
Breathe breathe.
Breathe, please.
Please William Congreve said, "Music has charms to soothe the savage breast, to soften rocks or bend a knotted oak.
" But what happens when the music is gone? When there is no melody? When all you hear is silence? The bittersweet deafening sound of nothing.
Nothing at all.