Oz (1997–2003): Season 1, Episode 2 - Visits, Conjugal and Otherwise - full transcript

With Schibetta and the prison brass in a race to uncover Ortolani's killer (for very different reasons), we see how inmates react to visits both from their wives and (in one case) family members who are also in prison.

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"Fuck..."

is a four-letter word.

"Rape"...

is a four-letter word.

"Wife"...

is a four-letter word.

So is "love.

"Fuck" is a curse.

So is "love".

And I don't just mean
boys and girls.



I'm talking friends,

I'm talking family.

Somebody wanna
tell me

what the fuck happened
to Dino Ortolani?

He suffocated an AIDS patient,
Emilio Sanchez,

and I put him
in the hole.

I heard you had him sedated.
You what?

Dr. Nathan put him on
four milligrams of lorazepam.

He was violent.

Since when is it prison policy
to drug inmates?

What the fuck difference
does it make?

Your boys had already
beat him senseless.

The question is
who set him on fire?

Maybe the
Latinos did it.



To get Dino
for killing Sanchez.

Everybody had a reason
to hate Ortolani.

The homies, the Muslims,
the Aryans.

Everybody wanted
to smoke him.

Including you.

Me?

Me personally?

You or some
other officer.

Somebody let whoever
lit the match into the hole.

Fuck you,
McManus.

Yeah, fuck me.

Hey, guys,
the ememy's out there.

Lenny, I want you to head up
the investigation.

Question everyone.

Find out who
killed Ortolani

before
Nino Schibetta does.

Before the governor
sends in the feds.

Before we have a full-scale
riot on our hands.

The niggers
did Ortolani.

You got any evidence
to prove that?

Like you guys
ever need evidence.

You hear one of them
admit to killing him?

No, but
think about it.

Who else is there?

Latinos?

No, burning isn't
the spics' style.

Niggers burn things.

You could've
done Ortolani.

Yeah, sure.

There's no valentines
between me and Dino.

But when
I kill a man,

it's because he's standing
in the way

of my constitutional rights.

I kill to protect
what's mine,

what God has given me.

The Sicilians
understand that.

The rest of these fucks
will cut a man

for a pair of sneakers,

for a fucking
cigarette.

They are animals.

I said
break it up!

Break it up!

Break it up!

You stupid
or what?!

You want
some of this?

He hasn't
come out in days?

Not for dinner,
not for lunch,

not for a shower.

Beecher.

Hey, what's up?

Is he sick?

Get lost
for a minute, okay?

Sure.

Hope you
feel better, buddy.

Your ass
belongs to me.

So you've been keeping pretty
much to yourself lately.

Prison is a rough adjustment
for anyone,

but a man
like you--

They burned Ortolani.

Yeah.

He was tough, strong.

If a guy like that
isn't safe--

I could tell you
you're safe,

but that would
be a lie.

You gotta be careful,

respectful.

You gotta
try to focus

on the day
you're getting released.

You're married, right?
You got kids?

Your family been
to visit you lately?

I haven't seen Genevieve
since sentencing.

That was about a month ago,
the kids since...

even longer.

Call your wife,
ask her to come.

The first time alone.

Let her get
a sense of the place.

Make a romantic evening of it,
just the two of you.

"Romantic"?
Here?

How?

Go to see
Sister Pete.

Ah, here we are.

Tobias Beecher.

Oh, good,
you're married.

A lot of fellows
in here

try to bring their
girlfriends in as wives.

It's no dice.

Once in a while,

one of these guys
who is married

tries to pull off
a fast one on me

and pass off a hooker
as his mate.

They do that once,

they don't
do it again.

Now the whole point of
a conjugal is not just sex,

but it's your wife comes in,
she brings food,

she can cook for you,
you talk to each other.

You're together again,
you know?

Okay.

Fill in this form
and I'll handle the rest.

Where you been,
sweet pea?

To see
Sister Peter Marie.

Went to a shrink?

About those nightmares
you've been having?

To arrange
a visit with my wife.

Oh, a "cunt-jugal".

Well, you didn't
ask my permission.

When are you
gonna learn, prag?

You belong to me.

I make all
your decisions, right?

So ask me.

Come over here and ask me

if you can fuck your wife.

I--

C'mon, ask me, now.

Can I be
with my wife?

"Fuck my wife".

Fuck my wife.

Louder, and say
"please" and "sir".

Please, sir...

may I fuck
my wife?

Louder.

Please, sir,

may I fuck
my wife?!

When you ask me like that,

I can't deny you anything.

I am here
to see my--

Tobias Beecher.

B-e-a--

B-e-e-c-h-e-r.

Okay.

Let me see the basket
and your purse.

They said that
I could bring food.

Yeah. Step right
through here, please.

Are you transporting

any drugs,

weapons, explosives, alcohol?

No.

Sign this...

right here.

If I was carrying
explosives,

why would
I say "yes"?

Lady, I don't know.

The state says
I have to ask, I ask.

Purse goes
in the locker.

When you're
finished there,

you go to room one
right here.

Hi.

Hi.

I missed you
so much.

Holly made
a painting for you,

but I left it
in my purse.

The guard asked me
about explosives

and I completely forgot
about the painting.

It's of our house.

Holly and Gary
are standing out front

and I'm holding
the baby.

She drew the dog about
twice as big as anybody else.

You're not in it.

You're not in the painting.

I thought I'd...

make spaghetti.

Please...

Honey, just hold me...

please.

Guard:
Let's go, move it, Beecher!

Lorenzo, move it!

Stay right there.

Let's go, Beecher,
c'mon, double time.

What the fuck
is this shit?

(phone ringing)

Yeah.

Got it.

Hey, young lady.

Me?

No, you.

We're gonna detain you
for a couple of minutes.

Put your hands,
palms down, on the counter.

You got some
goddamn nerve.

You're in
deep shit.

Who the hell do you
think you are, huh?

Wipe that goddamn
smile off your face.

How was it?

Good.

"Good"?

You come from
a night of wild sex

with the only
woman you love

and you tell me
it was good?

You've got
a lovely family.

I'm amazed you haven't showed me
these pictures before.

Amazed and...

a little hurt.

I hope you
don't mind me

finding these hidden
underneath your mattress.

Beautiful.

My wife is dead.

But I got two sons,
17 and 16.

Handsome fucking
kids, too.

Good Aryan stock,
you know?

My sons are
devoted to me.

I am an icon to them

because I went to prison
for my beliefs.

They would do anything
I asked them to...

steal, maim...

kill.

Maybe I should have them
go visit your family.

Huh?

Just a little friendly call.
What do you think?

My sons and your wife?

My sons and your daughter?

Man:
Bitch, herm, maytag, shim...

here in Oz,
we call 'em prags.

I don't know
where it comes from

but you make
a man your prag,

he's your prag for life.

It's like the old days,

when people
didn't get divorced.

The only way
out of marriage is death.

'till death
do us part.

Donald Groves.

You killed your parents
and ate them, right?

I only
ate my mom.

I was saving my dad
for Thanksgiving.

That's festive.

What can you tell me about
Dino Ortolani's murder?

I got in trouble for
sneaking into the morgue.

What were you doing
in the morgue?

I was just
looking.

And they put you
in the hole?

Yeah.

And you were in the cell
next to Ortolani's

when he got burned?

Yeah.

You hear anything?

No.

Not a sound.

He didn't scream.

He gets set on fire,
but he doesn't scream.

That's balls.

Anything else?

I saw them
carry him out.

Looked like
a roasted--

broiled chicken.

His flesh was all
brown and crispy.

He looked
good enough to eat.

(no sound)

What's he saying?

He's talking about
how taxpayers

shouldn't have to foot
the bill for prisoner frills.

Thank you,
Gov. Cocksucker.

Therefore, I am introducing
to the legislature

a measure which would
save this state

an estimated
$3 million a year.

This law would eliminate
all conjugal visits

between inmates
and their wives...

Get the fuck
outta here.

Man:
Sonovabitch.

Okay, guys,
listen.

Hey, stop talking!

If you don't
stop talking fast,

I'm gonna hang up my
"out to lunch" sign.

Now get,
get--

Get in line!

Alright, now,
thank you.

Pass this on to
the fella in back of you.

Take a pencil and start
filling out the forms.

I have counted
all the pencils

and I want 'em back.

If you use any of them
as a weapon

or if any of one of
them is missing,

none of you
will get a visit!

Am I making
myself clear?

Because if not,
I will repeat myself.

Man:
Yes,

that's right,
honey.

Yes!

Yes.

(police radio chatter)

(sirens)

Freeze!

Freeze!
I got him!

Fuck.

Fuck.

He's dead.

You're gonna pay.

No, no!

Aah!

(thud)

Narrator: Prisoner number
9-5-H-5-2-2,

Augustus Hill.

Convicted
November 6th, '95.

Possession of
illegal substances,

murder in
the second degree.

Sentence,
life imprisonment,

up for parole
in 20 years.

Hey, you believe
this shit?

Word.

I'm fiending
to see my wife.

At least you'll get
to see yours.

What you mean?

Fucking part.

You think 'cause
I can't walk, I can't fuck?

So you can fuck?

Yeah!

Are we talking
getting hard

or licky-licky?

We're talking
in and out,
up and down,

that's what
we're talking.

Who'd have thought
a nigger

could get hard
in a wheelchair?

It's easier for
some of us than others.

Some people
gotta use pumps,

some niggers
gotta use drugs,

get a needle
stuck in their dick.

The worst one
is implants.

They slice
your dick open

and they lay in this
kind of like a steel rod

to keep
the shit stiff.

Oh, please.

I get hard
the old-fashioned way.

Good for you.

The only problem is,
I don't know it.

You don't know what?

I don't know
when I'm hard.

You don't know
when you're hard?

I ain't got no
sensation down there,

so I don't know
when I'm hard,

I don't know
when I cum.

My wife
gotta tell me.

You don't know if you've cum?

You don't get
any pleasure at all?

What the fuck are you
doing it for?

For her.

You can take a lot of things
away from a man--

cigarettes, the gym.

You can take his freedom,
his legs...

but not his
feelings.

Not his feelings.

That's it,
baby.

Get this off.

Pull, pull!

Hill:
A man loves a woman.

Don't matter
what kind of man he is.

If he loves her,
he wants her.

He wants her body,

he wants her
to want his.

So you say to him,

you can never
make love again.

You will never touch her
in that way again.

This is the last time.

The last time...

forever.

If that's not cruel
and unusual punishment...

I don't know
what is.

I'm investigating the
murder of Dino Ortolani.

Lucky me, right?

He used to supervise you
in the kitchen?

Yeah.

You ever have
any run-ins with him?

No.

No?

He's ordering you
around all day,

"Boy, do this,
boy, do that."

That never
pissed you off?

He never
called me "boy".

He put your little brother
Billie in the hospital.

He beat him
nearly to death.

Ortolani was
a scum-fuck, man.

You married,
Jefferson?

What's that got
to do with anything?

Answer the question.

No, I ain't married.

You got a girl waiting
for you on the outside?

Yeah.

She know you're
a lying sack of shit?

Huh?

If I find out you had
anything to do with this,

I'm gonna bury you
so deep in gen-pop,

she'll never see
your black ass again.

What do I say
when they call me in?

Say nothing, Johnny,
nothing.

Yo, listen up.

I'm gonna be running the
kitchen from now on, okay?

Everything's gonna
be the same.

'till we find out
who whacked Dino,

we ain't selling
any contraband

to anyone for
any reason, okay?

I'm gonna set that wop
motherfucker on fire next.

Shut the fuck up.

I ain't afraid of
no fucking greaseballs.

Shut the
fuck up.

(speaking Arabic)

Allah...

Jefferson...

the cops wanna
see me about Ortolani.

Shh.

What's up?

I'm having
a visit with Mavis.

What?

My girl, Mavis.

I called her,

told her
I'd been missing her.

She said she was
gonna stand outside.

Holy fuck!

I told her
I've been missing her body.

Oh, shit,

Jefferson,
you the shit.

(crowd screaming)

Prisoner number
9-7-K-1-8-6,

Jefferson Keane.

Convicted
May 14th '97,

two counts,
murder in the first degree.

Sentence,
life imprisonment

without the
possibility of parole.

Fuck!

I wanna
get married.

To anyone
in particular?

Yeah,
my girl Mavis.

Mavis wants to marry you
in spite of the fact

that you're gonna be in here
for the rest of your life?

Yeah.

Sounds like
a remarkable woman.

She is.

Alright.

I'll make
the arrangements.

No, absolutely not.

Why?

This is a prison,
not the Elvis chapel.

We got enough shit going on
right now as it is.

A wedding might help
ease some of the tension.

It might also
be perceived

as a reward
for Jefferson Keane,

who has done nothing
to deserve a reward.

He's not
a model prisoner, no,

but this could
help turn him around.

The guy killed a couple
on their wedding day,

shot them both down
in cold blood.

He says the two of them
ripped off his package.

And that
justifies it?

No, it explains it.

Leo, are you saying
you'd be okay with this

if he'd waited 'till
after their honeymoon?

Yeah!
Leo...

Hey, I believe in the
sanctity of marriage.

It's a holy ritual,
a sacred bond

between a man,
a woman, and God.

A marriage is when
a husband and wife

live together in the same house,
sleep in the same bed.

Jefferson Keane
and whatever her name is--

Mavis.

They can't do that.

Their marriage
would be a fraud,

and I'm not gonna be
a party to it.

Keane lives in "Em City",
it's my decision.

That's true,

but the lobby
is under my jurisdiction,

and you try and bring in
that bride-to-be

through
the front door.

They don't have a clue
what went down with Ortolani,

so just chill
the fuck out.

What about
the wise guys?

They stopped everything.

No more drugs, no more bets,
no more contraband.

Ain't nothing moving
in any direction

'till Nino Schibetta
gets satisfaction.

McManus:
Jefferson!

I spoke
to the warden.

Yeah?

He's not gonna give you
permission to get married.

This is not to say that
he's not gonna change his mind,

but I think
for now,

we have to put this thing
on the back burner.

We can't.
Why?

'Cause I'm gonna
lose her.

If she loves you
as much as you say--

You promised me, McManus.

now you're going back
on your fucking word.

A man that can't keep his word
ain't shit with me.

He ain't shit.

I really appreciate
that you've come to me.

It's just that
I love her so much.

I'm sure you do.

But your desire
to marry her,

that can't
come out of your ego.

It can't come out
of a jealousy.

It can't come out of a fear
that because you are in here

and you can't have her,
no man should.

If you love her,

you must be careful
that you do not deprive her

of the fullness
of life.

No, man,
I wouldn't do that to her.

Okay.

Okay.

Now you've told me
why you love Mavis, right?

Now you explain to me
how you know she loves you.

Just the
little things.

It's like,
at my trial,

she was there every day.

I mean, just seeing her

made everything
so much easier for me.

And her face--
I mean, her smile,

it's like--

Hell, I ain't got
the words like you.

That's why I want you
to plead my case for me.

I'll get you anything
you want up in here.

You have
nothing I need.

So what's that, a no?

I believe that
you love each other.

But you gotta
take that love, brother,

and you gotta trust
in the will of Allah.

Yo, my girl
is pregnant.

I screwed her,
now Allah's screwing me.

(inaudible dialogue)

I decided to let
Jefferson Keane get married.

Because?

Kareem Said
came to see me.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

I come to you
on Kean's behalf,

you blow me off
in a cloud of platitudes.

Now Kareem said says
God knows what to you,

the clouds are parted,
the sun is shining.

Do you realize
how this damages

my credibility
with the inmates?

So I shouldn't let 'em
get married

for the sake
of your credibility?

That's right.

McManus, how often does
a guy like Said

come to see us
to ask for a favor?

Oh, I get it,
now he owes you.

Yeah. He's gonna help contain
the Ortolani situation.

He's gonna help
slow down the drugs.

Which means nothing.

Why didn't
you tell me

that Jefferson Keane's
girlfriend was pregnant?

Because
I didn't know.

He didn't tell me that.

So much for
your credibility.

Man, this is
some bullshit.

Jefferson,

the warden was very specific
about how this is going to work.

So what's
this proxy shit?

You'll be here

and your fiance

will be at
your local baptist church.

You'll both be exchanging vows
at the same time

and each of you
will have

someone standing in
for the other person.

C'mon, Father.

Don't this seem
fucked up to you?

♪ If I should call you up,
invest a dime ♪

♪ And you say
you belong to me ♪

♪ To ease my mind ♪

♪ Imagine how
the world would be ♪

♪ So very fine ♪

♪ So happy together... ♪

♪ So happy together ♪♪

Yes.

Shut the fuck up.

With the power
vested in me.

I pronounce you

husband and wife.

You're not gonna
kiss the bride?

Kiss my ass.

Congratulations, man.

Hill:
For better or for worse.

Shit, it don't get
much worse than this.

Yo, man...

got a letter
from Mavis.

Hmm...

It's the will
of Allah, brother.

Asalaam alaikum.

Asalaam alaikum.

(knocking)

What are you
doing tonight?

Huh?

I was
thinking maybe

you'd come over
to my house for dinner.

So you sleep here
at the prison sometimes?

Believe me, I don't wanna.

I've been doing double shifts
and I live two hours away,

so by the time
I get home,

I gotta turn around
and come back.

Move closer.

If I could, I wouldn't
have to do double shifts.

I appreciate it, Leo.

I can't.

Too much work
to do, right?

You can take a break
from saving the world.

Even Jesus had supper.

And right afterwards,
he was betrayed and crucified.

I'll try not to
take that personally.

You got a daughter,
if I remember.

How does she feel about you
being gone for days on end?

Please. We live
with my mother.

Between the two of them,
I get the crap beat out of me

every time I walk
through the door.

C'mon,
get your coat.

I can't,
I have a date.

A date?

Yeah.

Oh.

Is that so hard
to believe?

Frankly, yes.

I got a dick
like every other guy.

You need to find a job
closer to home.

I haven't looked?
There are no jobs.

You think if the
Chevy plant was hiring,

I would chose to to come here
and baby-sit these piss-pots?

I have no choice.

I'm just like
these inmates,

trapped.

McManus,
get a wife.

I had a wife.

From what I hear,
you had a nightmare.

You been
checking up on me?

Dinner, tomorrow.

Yeah, you bet.

Have a nice date.

God made sunsets
full of color.

And God made racehorses
that run in a flash.

God made the orange,
the apple and strawberries.

But God's
greatest creation

is pussy.

I don't mean to be
crude or nothing

but you can have
all the sunsets,

horses and
fruit there is.

Just give me all
the pussy in the world.

Fuck, I don't need
all the pussy.

Just one a day,

every day.

Down, down!

Get down!

Miguel Alvarez,

I'm Father
Ray Mukada.

I'm one of
the prison chaplins.

No shit.

According to this file you're
about to become a father.

You've got
a girlfriend, Maritza,

she's an inmate
at Parker Women's?

Yeah, we got
arrested together.

Ain't that sweet?

I can arrange for you
to be there for the birth.

I don't give a shit
about shit like that.

You'll probably
be paroled in two years.

When you get out,

you'll wanna be
a father to your kid.

Is that right?

See that guy
over there?

That's my father.

And up in some cell block
somewhere is my grandfather.

So don't be giving
me none of your shit.

I get it.

You had a miserable
childhood, tough.

But let me tell you something.

You're still
responsible

for bringing a new life
into this world.

You are
responsible.

The same way that
I'm responsible for you,

for your soul.

So get ready,
Miguel Alvarez,

because I'm gonna be
over your shoulder.

Comprende,
mi amigo?

Hey, Ray,
you wanted to know,

I just signed the papers

transferring Miguel Alvarez
to "Em City".

Miguel Alvarez.

Another shining example

of how well
the penal system works.

Guy walks in
the front door

and he gets
stabbed in the chest?

Not to mention the fact that
his father and grandfather

are both
inmates here.

Yeah, I know.

Maybe I should talk
to them both about Miguel.

The kid's about
to become a father

and he refuses to accept
any responsibility for it.

Well, the granddad,

Ricardo Alvarez,
is in solitary.

And having a conversation
with the father,

Eduardo,
is gonna be tough.

Why, he's...

belligerent?

He has no tongue.

Señor Alvarez?
I'm Ray Mukada.

I'm the--

I know
who you are.

I'd like to speak with you
about your grandson, Miguel.

What about him?

He's an inmate
here now.

I heard.

Maybe you also heard that
he's about to become a father.

His girlfriend,
who he was arrested with,

is at Parker Women's.

And?

I'm trying to get Miguel
to accept the responsibility

for raising the child.

Maybe you can help me.

Because I'm
his grandfather?

I never even seen him.

You were a shitty father,

your son was
a shitty father.

Don't you think it's time
we break the pattern?

I was 18
when I was convicted.

Eduardo was a baby.

Next time I saw him,

he was 18,

and wearing the same
prison uniform I was.

Then my son started

mouthing off
at everybody here

and making fun
of people,

making threats.

Then he started fucking around
and with a Haitian.

And one night

while Eduardo
was sleeping,

the Haitian

cut his tongue out.

Yes, sir, I know,
I read the report.

So you found
the Haitian

and you cut
his heart out.

Yeah.

So what you're
telling me is that

you were being a
good father to Eduardo

when you carved up
the Haitian?

Mm-hmm.

If somebody
hurts your grandson,

you won't be able to do anything
about it, will you?

At least not that way.

All I'm asking you
is to talk to the boy,

not for you,
not for him,

but for the baby
that's about to be born.

Your great-grandchild.

What the fuck?

Come here.

Who the fuck are you?

Come here!

Okay.

I'm here.

Now what?

You know who I am,
don't you?

Yeah.

Sex is a mind fuck.

A wad of jizz hits an egg
and bing-bam

you're connected
to all these people.

These strangers,

who maybe got
the same eyes as you,

the same
sort of nose,

or maybe they
passed you some cell

that makes you
drink or do drugs

even if you
don't wanna,

even if it's
killing you.

These gene things
are like the shackles

they put on us here.

They're chains to keep us
from moving freely.

You gotta be Houdini
to get out of them.

You gotta be
fucking Houdini.

Ortolani committed suicide.

Suicide?

How can he be tied down
in restraints

and set himself
on fire?

That's impossible.

Even so,
he committed suicide.

What makes you
say that?

God told me.

God told you?

God comes to visit me
every once in a while.

Actually, he comes
more often then I'd like,

but he's God.

What can I say, that I'm busy,
that I'm in the shower?

He knows.

We talking about
a burning bush here?

No, it's more like a strobe.

A little too flashy,

a little cheesy
for my taste.

And God told you
Ortolani committed suicide.

Well, that the kid
wanted to die,

and consciously or "un",

he set up the circumstances
where he'd be killed.

God happen to
tell you who did it?

No.

I didn't think so.

But he told me
to tell you

to tell Nino Schibetta
not to seek revenge.

Why didn't you tell
Schibetta?

Just 'cause I talk to God
doesn't mean I'm crazy.

How's your mother?

Not good, Poppa,
not good at all.

Doctor says
she ain't got long.

Who is this doctor?

He's a specialist,

the best.
I don't know.

Is he Jewish?

I don't know.

His name's Dr. Bednarek,

Dr. Russo
recommended him.

Get a Jew.

Hey...

don't.

Okay.

What else?

Dino's funeral's tomorrow.

How are his parents
taking it?

How do you think?

Paolo is philosophical

and Maria
wants revenge.

Yep.

Tell her
she's got it.

Okay.

Guard:
C'mon, Nino,
you know the drill.

(police radio chatter)

Prisoner number
9-5-S-6-0-4,

Nino Schibetta.

Convicted
December 12th, '95,

two counts,
conspiracy to commit murder.

Sentence,
120 years,

up for parole in 70.

I'm gonna
arrange for you

to visit your wife
in the hospital.

That's very
considerate of you.

But, forgive me,
I'm cynical by nature.

Why are you being
so considerate to me?

It's hard enough
her being this ill

without you
being able to...

Say goodbye?

What do you want from me?

Your continued patience.

You're gonna find out
who killed Dino.

And you're gonna
bring him to justice.

Now you're
laughing at me.

As I said,
I'm a cynical bastard.

No one wants a riot.

True.

I would like
to see my wife.

Then we have a deal.

No.

Look, I know you're supposed to
be my sponsor and all that shit,

show me the ropes.

I don't need any help,
alright?

O'Reily,
that's Irish, right?

Yeah, you got
a problem with that?

I run the
Aryan Brotherhood.

And you're
doing a hell of a job.

When we heard somebody
was transferring in
from the gen-pop,

we all got
kind of curious,

'cause it doesn't
happen that often.

I saw you being
all pall-sy with that hack.

Yeah,
I'm much loved.

Yeah, you got friends.

You got another friend
if you want.

I'll see ya.

Hey, by the way,

whose cell
was this beforehand?

Dino Ortolani's.

Mr. Schibetta
requests your company.

Thank you for coming.

Sit.

Dino Ortolani's death
has upset me very deeply.

I am obviously

hoping to learn
who killed him,

especially in such
a hideous fashion.

Has he gotta
be in here?

Nick:
Joey.

I know there was bad blood
between you and Dino.

I didn't burn him.

I'm not accusing,
I'm extending my hand.

Dino is dead.

Nothing can
change that.

But if you could see

a way to help us
find his murderer,

I would show you
my appreciation,

my forgiveness

for your
past indiscretions.

Honestly, I don't know
who offed Dino.

And, with no disrespect,

I can't say I'm
unhappy about it.

But your friendship
would mean a lot to me.

So if I hear anything,

I'll come to you first.

That's all I ask.

He knows.

Schibetta ain't gonna rest
'till he knows who done it.

You wanna be around when
he finds out you were involved?

We gotta give him
Johnny Post.

Fuck that.

We give him Post,
it all goes away.

Maybe you micks
work like that,

but I would never
rat on a brother.

Then what do you
say we do?

Chill 'till it fades.

Sicilians
don't forget.

Sicilians don't
let things fade.

He's awful chummy
with the mullanja.

Could mean nothing.

You wanna
talk to Keane?

Not yet.

Get word to Burruano,

he should bring O'reily in
for a little fishing trip.

She's a hooker.

She's a hooker,
I tell ya, I've been there.

You're shitting me
about this.

The St. Pauli sector
of Hamburg, Germany,

is the red light
district.

So you tell me what
a St. Pauli girl does

after she takes off her apron.

And I always thought
the little bitch

was smiling
just for me.

You got a cigarette?

Yeah, sure.

You don't know,
this ban against smoking--

can you believe
that shit?

Here's what we got on
Dino Ortolani's murder, Ryan.

Jefferson Keane
and his crew did it.

Really?

Yeah. I don't know
which one lit the match,

but it makes sense.

Ortolani put
Kean's brother in I.C.U.

That kind of thing don't
go unpunished around here.

Uh-uh.

What has me
fucked up is,

who arranged for
the guy who did the deed

to get in
the hole?

That would have to be
a well-connected sonovabitch.

Connected to
two officers on duty.

The niggers could've just paid
a hack to let 'em in.

No, an inmate
arranged it all,

and now I know
who that inmate is.

You do?

Sure.

The same guy
connected enough

to get moved from gen-pop
into Emerald City.

The same guy who Ortolani
shot in the chest...

you.

Me.

You're kidding me,
right?

Eventually,

I'm gonna get the little fuck
who killed Ortolani

and he's gonna
start singing,

and the only name that
fucking nigger is gonna rap

is the skinny-assed
white boy's.

My advice to you

is to give 'em up now

or shut 'em up soon.

Thanks for
stopping by.

Mr. Schibetta,

I know
who killed Dino.

Can I help you?

Black ten on the jack.

Thanks.

I'm very sorry, Nino.

She's been sick,
you know...

for the past year...

cancer.

So it's not
unexpected.

But even so...

Is there anything
I can do?

I'm very grateful
for you concern.

I'd just like to be alone
for a little while.

Sure.

Let me know if
you need anything.

I'm sorry about
Ange, skipper.

Such a good woman,

such a patient woman.

I'm not the easiest man
to live with, you know?

Believe me,
I know.

I want Angie's funeral
to be magnificent.

I want a golden-bronze casket,

red velvet interior.

At the wake,

I want,
on both sides of her,

calla lilies.

She held them
on her wedding day.

Get that actor she likes
to be one of her pallbearers.

Which actor?

He's a big movie star,
what's his name?

He was in that movie
where the thing blew up.

I know who you mean,
tall guy.

And Lena Horne.

As a pallbearer?

To sing a hymn.

Tell the cardinal
to go easy on the incense.

The smell makes,
makes my--

Oh, Jesus, Angie!

I'm gonna
ask you this once:

Who paid you to kill
Dino Ortolani?

Fuck you!

Fuck you,
you fucking dago!

Before I did it,
I fucked him up the ass.

Kill him.

Start with his dick.

What the fuck
y'all gonna do, huh?

Fuckin' dagos.

Fuck you!

Sex and death.

They're different,

but the same.

To reach
that final moment,

that climax,

you gotta give up
control of your body...

of your soul...

Another inmate at
Oswald State Penitentiary

was murdered yesterday.

The second such incident
in as many weeks.

John Post,
a drug dealer serving life,

was found in a utility closet
at the prison, mutilated.

His fingers missing

and several stab wounds
to his heart.

Authorities are
investigating both murders

but still have
no suspects.

In a related story,

state legislators have
overwhelmingly passed a bill

banning conjugal visits
between inmates and their wives.

Gov. James Devlin
has hailed the vote

as a victory
for law-abiding citizens.

Hill:
And love?

Well, if sex is sweet
and death is bitter,

love is both.

Love will always and forever
break your heart.

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