Oz (1997–2003): Season 1, Episode 5 - Straight Life - full transcript
The infiltration of drugs into Oz has reached scary levels, and the efforts of McManus and Glynn to find out who's smuggling backfire in a deadly way. Despite a lockdown, drugs continue to trickle in--and the blame shifts to corrupt officials.
[bright tone]
[tense jazzy music]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbles]
Hill: Floods.
- Look at this.
Hill: You know how you're
always hearing about
them people in Iowa
or Missouri or wherever,
how some big river overflows?
The fucking water keeps
pouring over its river banks
out of control,
taking out farms and towns
and everything in its path.
Everybody tries to stop it,
but nobody can.
Everybody's lives
are wiped out...
completely destroyed.
[thunder rumbles]
And the fucking river,
it don't give a shit.
It just keeps rising.
Year after year,
after fucked up year.
My question is,
are them heads in the Midwest
whacked out or what?
This one joker I seen on TV,
his home had been
washed away four times.
Four fucking times.
Why don't he just leave?
Why don't he jump in
that pickup
and drive to higher ground?
Or is he like us in Oz?
There ain't
no higher ground.
[distorted laughter]
[distorted chatter]
- [distorted] Hey!
[buzzer]
- Yeah, what I'm saying is
that your officers
are doing a shit job.
The whole concept
behind Emerald City
is that we never take
our eyes off anyone.
- We don't.
- Well, then how do you
explain Beecher
getting a swastika burned
onto his asshole,
Miguel Alvarez
cutting his face all up
or inmates using classrooms
to snort fucking heroin?
- Face life, Tim.
Shit slides through.
Got a problem with the way
I run things, replace me.
- You know I'm not
going to do that, Diane.
- Why?
Because we're
fucking each other?
- Sorry we're late.
- If you ever got here
on time, McManus,
I think I'd have
a heart attack.
- What are we
talking about?
- Drugs.
- My favorite topic.
- The more we try
and stop the drugs,
the more
the drugs get in.
- Well, what do you expect?
Outside they're
sentencing dealers
to much longer prison time.
- Yeah, we got
a prison full of guys
who are experts at moving
shit through any system.
- Nino Schibetta's
got the biggest operation.
We stop him,
we make a major dent.
- McManus, you wanted
Schibetta in Em City.
You said you could reach him.
- I will, in time.
- Well, unfortunately that's one
of the things we don't have.
- I know,
when it comes to drugs,
there are two
major players involved,
Nino Schibetta
and Kareem Said.
- Muslims are anti-drugs.
- Exactly.
We want your help
stopping the flow.
- That's your job,
not mine.
- You know everything
about this place.
You could tell us
the whens and the wheres.
- Yeah, and end up dead.
No thank you.
I have to take care of
this disease my own way.
- Which is?
- By fighting the addiction.
- Well, you see,
that's what I'm trying to do
with my counseling sessions.
You know, you and I have
exact same goals, Kareem.
Only because
of who we are,
we can't help each other
achieve these goals.
So more inmates get hurt.
[stammering] It's--
It is so frustrating.
- Sister, we both believe
in a greater power.
His will be done.
- His will or yours?
- Yeah well,
in my experience,
God isn't too helpful unless
you give him a little nudge.
- What now?
- Schibetta's drugs fuck
with people's heads.
It's time I start
fucking with his.
The last couple of weeks have
been tough on you, Nino.
Your wife dying,
Dino murdered,
Joey D'Angelo
out of commission.
Overall, your troops,
they're thinning,
they're getting older,
they're--
they're more anemic.
Now the blacks and Latinos
are taking over,
on the street
and in here.
So we've got to face it,
the days of
the Mafia are over.
- Que cosa, Mafia?
- Okay, okay.
Let's just say
that you're of an age,
you ought to start
to relax a little bit.
Now I got a friend, DEA,
he says you want to talk,
he'll make a deal.
- Deal?
What's he gonna do,
put me in
Witness Protection?
You are a fool, McManus.
Now you can try for
the next thousand years
not to be a fool,
but you'll always be one.
Well, I can't
change neither.
I can't turn my back
on who I am.
Certainly not for you.
Certainly not for some
dumbass DEA deal.
You done with me?
- For now.
[gate buzzes]
- Attention.
The following inmates are
to be transferred immediately.
As I call your name,
gather your belongings
and form a line
by Officer Vogelsang.
88P715, Ottavino.
91J224, Jambro.
85P661, Pellicano.
94R511, Ricotta.
- Arrivederci, baby.
[laughter]
- Arrivederci, baby.
- Bye-bye.
- Looks like Nino's
all alone.
[buzzer]
- Yo, yo.
Get outta here.
- Chocolate bars.
- With almonds or without?
- Both.
- You got it.
- Gratzi.
You been handling things
pretty good around here
since Joey's accident.
- Hey, you do
what you got to do.
- That's right.
The bad blood between
you boys and us, well,
with Jefferson Keane cold,
I'm willing to let
bygones be gone.
- Yeah, me too.
- You like tits?
- Ha. Who doesn't?
- My tits are
firm and round.
Maybe you could
suck my tits.
- You know, I know a lot
of brothers who would love to.
- If you fuck me over,
I'll cut this hand off.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- What was all that about?
- The future, my brother.
Us owning the future.
- Tits!
That's what we call drugs.
60% of the violence
in prison is due to tits.
Either people
not paying their debts
or people trying
to control the traffic.
[chuckles]
The traffic.
Here in Oz,
the last few days,
the traffic has been
bumper to bumper.
[sirens blare]
Prisoner number 94P442,
Ronald Poklewaldt.
Convicted March 8th, '94.
Arson in
the second degree.
Sentence: 25 years,
up for parole in ten.
[sirens blare]
- So that way I can tap
a couple of fucking hits.
You know, just a couple
of tits...
[continues indistinctly]
- Hey...
- Hey, don't touch me.
- Oh, so you hiding
behind the bitch's skirt now?
- Hey, you hurt me,
she'll see you.
- We just want
our money.
- Next week I'm getting a check.
- See, you said
that last week.
- I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know,
but I can't be held
responsible for the U.S. Mail.
Ah, shit.
- Yo, let's go.
- No money, no tits.
- Yeah.
- [chuckles]
- Tomorrow
we get healthy.
I want you boys
ready to run.
- Who you calling "boys",
old man?!
- Kenny, shut the fuck up.
Take a walk.
- But I'm saying how you
gonna even let him just--
- Be gone, little nigga.
Can I talk to you?
Look Nino,
I wanna be there
when the shit comes in.
Where's it happen?
- Sorry, it's an old family
recipe we don't share.
- Hey look, if we
gonna be partners, yo,
we just ought to be up on
how big a risk we gotta take.
- Just knowing it works
ain't enough?
- No, man.
- All right.
- So how's it work, Nino?
- I know it doesn't
go through the kitchen,
otherwise we'd
have seen it.
- The kitchen's
the first place
the cops would look.
No, we use
the post office.
Hold this.
Box of socks
from my sister.
Versace.
- That's an old trick.
- Which still works.
- Yeah, but where
do you cut it?
- Here.
- Here?
Here where?
- Mingya.
I ain't telling
you everything.
At least not until we've been
in business a little longer.
- All right.
Cool.
- Fuck him.
I don't want to do no
business with no dago.
- Hey, how's it going?
- Yo, man, we won't be for long.
Look, Schibetta's weak.
He done already lost
a lot of his men.
Now all we got to do is find
out how his operation work,
then we take it over.
- Nino?
- Yeah.
- My offer still stands.
I wanna be here for you.
I want to help you
any way I can.
- Okay, kid. Thanks.
I said okay, Okay?
- Okay.
- I'll testify
against Adebisi, Markstram
and Wangler.
- We need to figure out
how the drugs are getting in.
You got any idea how
the gangstas are doing it?
- No.
No, I don't, I don't.
- You find out,
you let me know.
- Oh, I'll find out,
all right.
And then I want you
to bust Adebisi's ass.
- Ronnie?
You been to drug
counseling recently?
- Sure, sure,
I go all the time.
- Sister Peter Marie
says you haven't been there
for two weeks.
- I'll go today,
I promise.
- Oh.
- [chuckles]
- Get lost, punk.
You ain't squeezing
my tits anymore.
You never pay.
- No, no, no, no, man,
that's not why I'm here.
Markstram and his crew,
how do they get
their shit into Oz?
- What are you doing?
You doing market
research now, huh?
- No man, I'm looking
to fuck those niggers up.
- Well, I don't know
how they do it,
but I've got
a couple of guesses.
Sit your ass down.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[alarm beeps]
♪ ♪
- Yeah.
- Yo Nino, let's
talk about this, man.
- Come.
- Come on, come on.
- You stay out.
- It's all right, Kenny.
It's all right.
- Me and my associates
are very unhappy
about this
morning's events.
How did this happen?
- Nino--
- My operation's been running
smooth as a silk shirt,
then I tell you
what's what,
suddenly the hacks know.
I got to wonder
if one of your boys
is the jabber.
- Oh, come on, man,
that's impossible!
- Anything is possible.
You want to stay in
business with me?
Find the leak
and plug the leak today.
- Nino, don't worry
about it.
We'll take care of it,
all right?
Come on.
- Adebisi, stay.
- What's that?
- I don't know man,
but watch it.
Hill: Secrets.
We all got secrets.
Mostly our secrets
are tied to our addictions,
our obsessions.
You like that
bourbon too much.
You get off
eating chicks with dicks.
You gotta do it in hiding.
You say you somebody,
but you really
somebody else.
Only things that
matter to us most
do we keep as secrets.
And sometimes,
those secrets can kill you.
- Fuck!
- Cut him down.
- All right.
- One, two, three.
- Markstram didn't strike me
as the suicide type.
- He wasn't.
- I'm sorry, Leo.
- For what?
- He was your cousin.
- He's not my cousin.
- What are you talking about?
That's what you told me
when he came in.
That's why you wanted
him in Em City.
- He's not my cousin.
He's a narc,
an undercover cop.
- You put an undercover cop
in my cell block
and you don't even
fucking mention it to me?!
- Look, I'm trying to put some
brakes on the drug traffic.
I get city narcotics
to send in the man.
I figure the less people
who know about it, the better.
- Even so, you should
have told me, Leo.
- Then what?
Listen to you lecture
on prisoners' rights?
About entrapment?
No thanks.
- So let me get
this straight.
Markstram's been
feeding you info all along.
- The idea was to get him
in good with the gangstas,
get him to find out
about their operation.
But somebody gave him up.
- Yeah, who?
- One of his bunkies
in narcotics
must be talking
to the mob.
[phone rings]
What?
Oh, yes, Governor.
Yes, yeah, yeah, I know.
Good-bye.
This time he wants
a lockdown.
- Oh, Devlin's fighting
for his political life.
He's trying to take the focus
off of him and put it on us.
- Yeah, I know,
but the bottom line is
I was gonna do it anyway.
Until we nail
whoever's responsible
for Markstram's murder,
I'm locking Oz down tight.
- Man, who would have thought
Markstram was a cop?
- Makes you sick, don't it?
- Yeah.
- It makes you wonder
who else is undercover.
- Hmm, could be anybody.
[tense music]
- Could be you.
- Could be you.
- Hey, Nino.
- The hacks didn't buy
Markstram's suicide.
- I didn't
think they would.
It was more of
a sign to Glynn.
Don't fuck with us.
- Yeah.
Now they're gonna lock down
this whole fucking place.
- For a little while.
- Your smuggling operation,
it's busted.
- The post office thing?
That's not the way
we really do it.
That was just a test to see
what you boys are made of.
The truth is, I'd never
tell you the truth.
- Oh, yeah?
- No.
The fastest way
to end this lockdown
is to pick one
of your gang
and have him cop to
the Markstram hanging.
- Okay.
- I always thought
Keane and Markstram
were holding you back.
From the get-go,
I knew you were a guy
who sees how
the world gets made.
Adebisi...
Ends in "I".
You sure you're
not Italian?
- Schibetta ends in "A",
maybe you're African.
- Lockdown, gentlemen,
lockdown.
[overlapping chatter]
- Today, Adebisi!
- Lockdown, gentlemen.
Lockdown.
- Man, I fucking
hate lockdowns.
It's not because of being
trapped in this fish bowl.
Man, I start fiending
for some fucking tits.
You a tit-boy, Groves?
- Drugs are bad.
- That's bullshit.
You had to be fucked up
when you ate your mother.
- Mom told me
that drugs were bad.
- Great.
I'll bet you was like
a good little boy, right?
Did everything your
mama told you to.
- I like your scars.
- Now I know why McManus
put us in
the same cell together.
You're the only
motherfucker in Em City
who's more
fucked up than I am.
- Here.
- I don't want to write
anybody a fucking letter.
All right, I want
to get fucking high.
- You lick the back.
- Yeah, lick the back?
- It's, uh...
liquid LS.
- Groves, Groves...
You give stamp collecting
a whole new meaning, baby.
- I don't have
to tell you,
drugs ain't the only things
to get addicted to.
Some people
mainline their work,
some people snort ESPN,
some people
needle-pop gambling.
There are those
that shoot up junk foods,
fine wines,
Cohibas, baby.
Some people
get hooked on love.
And like any fiend
on the street,
you always need
another bump.
Just one more bump, man.
Just one more bump.
- Hey.
- Hi.
What's the matter?
- Eh, Markstram was murdered.
He was a cop.
I feel responsible.
- Diane, Van Harris
confessed to the murder.
- Yeah well, even so,
maybe you're right.
Maybe I am doing
a shit job here.
- You know what,
I got an idea.
Tonight after work
you come to my place.
- Oh I can't,
I gotta drive home.
Mom says Didi's
been acting up.
- I want to meet
your daughter.
Why don't you bring
her into town,
the three of us
will go to dinner?
- And then what do
I do with her?
This isn't exactly
a take your daughter to work
kind of place.
- I love you, Diane.
- Do you?
- No, you're
supposed to say,
"I love you too, Tim."
- The night of
Keane's execution,
what we did,
it was--
it was really fucked up.
And I don't--
I don't know why.
I don't know,
was it loneliness or--
- Why does the "why" matter?
- It doesn't, does it?
[door rattles]
I came up here to get
the file on the new arrival.
- His name is Scott Ross.
- Scott Ross?
Oh, shit.
- Is there a problem?
- Nah, it's nothing
I can't handle.
Hill: Prisoner number 97R518,
Scott Ross.
Convicted
June 4th, '97.
Possession of marijuana
with intent to distribute.
Third conviction.
Sentence:
life without parole.
Three strikes, sucker!
- Wait here.
- Sure.
- Since when have you
been working Oz?
- About six months.
- This is great.
- No, no it's not.
- I always dreamed of you
having me in cuffs.
- Look, just because we knew
each other in a former life
doesn't mean you're going
to get any special treatment.
- I love it when
you play tough.
- I'm not playing, Scott.
Mack.
Mark Mack,
Scott Ross.
Mack is your sponsor.
He'll help you get
acquainted with the rules.
Take him to Em City.
- You knew her
on the outside?
- Yeah, me and her ex
used to ride together.
- In there, top bunk,
all right?
- All right, gentlemen,
the lockdown is over.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I'm gonna give you
ten minutes
to get your hands
off my dick.
- [laughs]
- Schillinger, you fuck.
- Scotty,
how long you in for?
- Life.
- Oh, man.
- What?
Come on, you got
any cigarettes?
[laughter]
- No smoking.
Put the butt out.
- Diane, I'm not asking
for any special favors,
but we've known each other
for a long time--
- Have we?
I was married to Glenn
for four fun-filled years.
During that time
you were finishing off
a six-year sentence.
We were on
the road together
maybe five months.
- They were
a great five months.
- [sighs] All you did
was come on to me.
If Glenn hadn't been
so fucked up on coke,
he'd have noticed.
- I was a man in love.
I still am.
- Oh please, save it
for the shower room.
- Diane, I know what
your life is like now
raising a kid on your own,
working in this shit house.
I hear you're
doing double shifts
just 'cause
you need the money.
I got a way
to make you money.
- You're looking out
for my best interests, huh?
- Yeah.
- Like I said, save it.
Get your ass
back to Em City.
- Next item, overtime.
The good news is,
based on the successful
conclusion of negotiations
between the Department
of Corrections
and the Officers Union,
we have a contract.
- Whoo!
- The bad news
is because the overtime
rate is now so high,
the Commissioner has decided
to no longer allow
officers to work
double shifts.
- What?!
- Oh, my.
- This sucks!
The department gave in
to the union's demands
knowing they never intended
to pay any overtime?
- Hey, that's how
deals get made.
- Hey, what are you
complaining about, Lady Di?
It frees you up to spend
more time with your boyfriend.
[kissing sounds]
- What are you
talking about?
- Yeah Healy,
what are you trying to say?
- If you two wanna pretend
you're not fucking
each other, fine.
- You're a funny guy,
you know that?
- Knock it off, you two!
- Come on, tough guy!
- McManus, McManus, sit down!
- You fucking prick.
- Sit down.
Healy, keep your
comments to yourself.
Next item.
- Fuck them.
- No Timmy,
it's not that easy.
Like it or not,
we work with these people.
If they don't respect us,
it makes the day
ten times harder.
- Are you saying we can't
see each other anymore?
- Look, this job
is all I have.
Do you understand that?
You have
a college education,
a big-time reputation.
If I lose this,
it's back to cleaning
other people's houses.
It's--It's welfare.
I have a daughter to feed
and a mother getting old.
- I can give you money.
- You have alimony
and a mortgage.
You can't afford
to take me on.
And I wouldn't
want you to.
- Diane...
- No, I'll see you, Tim.
- You and I both know
cigarettes is money
in the joint.
You want somebody
to do your laundry,
a couple of sticks.
You want somebody
to get rolled,
a carton or two,
depending on who it is.
Problem is they got
a really short shelf life.
You can't horde them,
you gotta keep them moving.
Supply and demand, baby.
That's what I'm talking about.
- I bring them in,
you sell them.
- A carton a day, that's it.
Come on, what do you say?
- Okay.
Put the cigarette out.
- That's my baby.
[trippy techno music]
♪ ♪
Hill: Not all drugs
are recreational.
Some are benign.
Or supposedly benign.
- I got the final results
back from your tests.
You're suffering
from hypertension.
- The curse of my people.
- African-Americans
are genetically
predisposed
to the condition.
- No doctor,
it's not genetics.
High blood pressure
is caused by racism.
- There are some studies out
suggesting a link
between racial discrimination
and hypertension,
but the data
is inconclusive.
- Well, it may be inconclusive
to the scientists,
but I know
that it's a fact.
Men of color in
the working class
have a higher blood
pressure than whites,
or even black
professionals.
Why?
Because we are forced to
accept unfair treatment, Doctor.
- I'm not really interested
in the politics, Said.
I care about your health.
And if we don't
do something,
you're headed
for heart disease,
stroke, damage to
your other organs.
So I'm going to prescribe
some Tenormin.
- What are
the side effects?
- Uh, low heartbeat,
light headedness if
you stand up too quickly.
- That won't do.
Daily I kneel
and I pray to Mecca.
What else do you have?
- Calan.
Constipation,
nausea, dizziness.
- No, my mind must
function clearly.
- All drugs
have side effects.
- Well, perhaps that's
God's way of telling us
that we shouldn't
be taking them.
- You have to take something,
or you'll die.
- Believe me, Doctor,
I have no intention of dying.
Can I go now?
- Sure.
[tense percussive music]
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry that you're ill.
- And who told you
that I was ill?
- God.
- Oh, yes.
You talk to God.
- When he's in town.
- Well, in Islam we believe
that only two people
spoke to God directly.
Mohammed,
and praise be to him,
and Moses.
So you see, you are
in excellent company.
- You think
I'm lying or deluded.
- Oh, yes.
- I may well be.
I do know sometimes I can
see inside men's souls.
- And can you see
into mine, old man?
- Yes.
- And what is there?
- Anger.
- Yes, I am angry.
I'm angry at a society
that cripples my people,
and infects their bodies.
- No, you're angry at God.
- I am not.
My illness is Allah's will.
And I accept the bad as well
as the good that God gives me.
- Still, you're angry
at him and afraid.
Afraid of dying.
- That is not true.
- You watched Jefferson Keane
die, die gladly.
Keane embraced death
like a lover,
like a traveler going home.
You saw that and were afraid.
You realized you aren't
as willing to go.
- Get out of here old man.
[tense music]
Get out.
♪ ♪
- [speaking Arabic]
- The ever-increasing scandal
surrounding
Governor James Devlin
accepting kickbacks took
another bizarre turn today
when his wife,
Evangeline Devlin,
moved out of
the Governor's mansion.
Now no official word
has been given,
but sources say
that Mrs. Devlin has learned
of an affair between
the governor...
- The doctor told me
what's going on.
- That is not
your concern, McManus.
- He told me you won't
take your medication.
- I haven't decided
anything as yet.
- Well, you don't
have a choice.
Take the drugs.
- And what if I refuse?
- I'll force you to.
- How?
- I'll open up your mouth,
stuff the pills
down your throat myself.
- [scoffs]
Okay, let's make
that deal, McManus.
- You know what I want.
- I can't tell you much about
how the drugs come into Oz,
except to say,
look at your own house.
- What's that mean?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- That's a pretty
big accusation.
- Not really.
Look, there are
plenty of examples
of officers smuggling
drugs into prison.
Soledad, Attica,
here at Oz in '82.
- Yeah, I remember,
I was working Solitary.
Two of my best friends
got busted.
- So then?
- I'll start an investigation.
- Good.
- Of the entire staff,
everyone from the officers
to the librarian to you.
I'll take it slow,
because if it's true,
I don't want
to spook them.
I want to be able to make
the charges stick.
- Hey, Roger.
- Hey, good morning, Mike.
- See the Toronto game?
- Yeah, Gaston's a spaz.
- How much you lose?
- Don't ask.
- Hey, Diane.
You heading out?
- Yeah.
These graveyard shifts
are killing me.
- [whistling]
- You owe me, okay?
You always fucking owe me.
You always owe me.
Get the fuck out of here.
- O'Reily.
- Yeah?
- Go see Schibetta.
- Since when are you
his Western Union?
- Since we're partners.
He and I.
- You're the monkey
chained to his organ grinder.
- You better watch
that pretty little ass.
- No need, you're too busy
watching it for me.
And keep your
fucking hands off me.
- Oh.
I'm scared of you.
- You wanted to see me, Nino?
- Yeah, come on in.
- No thanks.
I've never been
big on tomatoes.
- You Irish.
You got no appreciation
for the simple things in life.
- What's simpler
than a potato?
- [chuckles]
Sit.
You've been saying
if I needed,
you'd be willing
to help out.
- Anything.
You know Adebisi's
going to shank you
the first chance he gets.
- Don't you worry
about Adebisi.
He's a mongrel,
but effective.
From you I need a more
sophisticated favor.
I need to close down
Healy's drug operation.
- Healy.
Officer Healy.
- Don't say you know
nothing about it.
Your brother and
Healy are friends.
Healy's been your archangel
since you got to Oz.
You've been running tits
for him in here.
- Nino, I don't know what--
- I don't hold it against you.
I'd have done the same.
Only Healy's business is
starting to cut into mine,
and that I can't have happen.
So I am looking to you
for assistance.
- You want me to set him up?
- Yeah, if you do,
I promise I'll
take care of you.
What do you say?
- He's been good to me.
- Is that your answer?
- I'll do it.
- Good.
- So what's the plan?
- The plan is up to you.
I don't care about the hows.
Just get it done.
- All right.
I need more tits.
- Oh, yeah?
I gave you a huge pair
a couple of days ago.
- What can I say?
We go braless in Em City.
When can you
get me some more?
- Later.
- Oh, yeah!
- Yo, you looking for me?
- Yeah, how'd you like
some tits for free?
- I don't kill.
- You don't have to kill.
- What do you
want me to do?
- Go see your
pals upstairs.
- And tell them what?
- Tell them that you found
another drug connection.
- Well, who you gonna
bust this time?
- Me.
- Man, thank you.
- What the fuck is this?
What the fuck is this?
- I got him, I got him.
- Hey--
[overlapping chatter]
- Take O'Reily to the hole.
- You're fucking dead!
You are fucking dead!
- Hey, McManus!
Get him out of here.
Hey, that's going
on your record.
- Big fucking deal.
- I gave this place
everything I had.
- And then you decided
it was time
to take everything
you could.
Look, I know working
here is no paradise,
but you swore an oath
and you broke that oath!
I've got no
sympathy for you.
Get him away from me.
- You wait, Warden.
You wait till you need
somebody like me
to back you up
and I won't be there.
Then you can kiss
your ass good-bye.
- Will you testify
against Healy?
- No.
I jabber on him,
every other hack
will be waiting in line
to take a whack
at me, too.
- Fine.
Officer Hunt.
See you in a month,
O'Reily.
- Hey, O'Reily.
Any idea who ratted
on Healy?
- Beats the shit
out of me.
But if I were
a betting man,
I'd put my money
on Poklewaldt.
- Coming through.
Back up, back up.
Gonna need the portable CT.
- The patient's name
is Ronald Poklewaldt.
It's severe head trauma.
- How are the vital signs?
- He's got a lot of blood.
We're gonna have
to give him some blood.
- [panting]
[groaning]
[yells]
Let me out of here!
- You're done.
- Piece of cake.
- Yo, what is this,
fucking pinochle?
I don't play games.
- How do you keep
that hat on your head?
Velcro?
- Deal me in.
- You play pinochle?
- No, but I can learn.
- Adebisi,
I'll see you later.
Okay, each player
gets 12 cards.
One card is face-up,
that's the trump card.
There's two ways to score...
- Give me that!
- You're in a mood.
- I'm in a mood,
all right.
I'm in a mood to kill.
- Anybody in particular?
- A mick and a dago.
- Yeah well, I could go
for a piece
of Schibetta's ass myself.
- Yeah?
Well stick around,
little brother.
When the time is right,
he's all yours.
- He's all mine.
[snorts]
- You take a drug, right?
The chemicals,
they rush through your body,
rush through your brains.
And the sensations,
oh, you want
the sensations
again and again and again,
but let me tell you,
you can also get addicted
to grief, to guilt, to hate,
because when
you feel dead inside,
even bad sensations
will make you feel
like you're alive!!
[buzzer]
- What? That's it?
No good night kiss?
I'm beginning to think
you don't love me anymore.
- I do.
- Say it.
Say you love me.
- I love you.
- Now you see,
you said it,
but you didn't mean it.
- I do mean it, sir.
- No, I'm telling you,
the romance has gone out
of our relationship.
But I have the cure.
I was saving this
for your birthday,
but hell,
I think we need it now.
- No thanks.
- Oh, come on.
You're going to hurt
my feelings.
You know what happens
when you hurt my feelings.
Put some on.
- No.
- Okay.
Hey, I understand.
You want to surprise me.
You're going to wait
for a special occasion
to get yourself
all prettied up.
That is so sweet.
Hey, I can wait.
Not too long.
[loud banging]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [distorted] What?
A nun can't look beautiful?
Tobias, are you all right?
- Sure.
- You think I'm blind?
I'm a drug counselor,
for God's sake.
If I can't spot the signs,
I might as well
tear up my license.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Listen,
I know how hideous
life is in Oz,
especially
for a man like you
with no street skills,
no preparation for
the reality of it all.
But, Tobias--Tobias!
Drugs are not the answer.
They only make the questions
more difficult.
I want you to start coming
to counseling sessions.
- Whatever.
- I'm not sure
when he started,
but my sense is
not too long ago.
I'm hoping we can
nip this in bud.
- Well, I'll have
the officers on duty
monitor Beecher carefully,
and I'll see who
he's hanging out with.
- Well, it can't be
Schillinger who's supplying.
He's so anti-drug,
he makes me look like
Robert Downey Jr.
- Yeah, maybe we should also
talk to members of his family.
- Well, his wife took
the kids and moved away.
But he does have
parents and siblings.
- What about
an intervention?
- I think that's
too much too soon.
But why don't we invite one
of his relatives to visit him
and see what happens?
- You know, on the outside
that Beecher had a history
of alcohol abuse.
- Oh, I know.
How pathetic is that?
A man gets jailed
for one addiction
and we watch him
get hooked on another.
[gate chimes]
[unintelligible]
- You smell good, Mother.
- Yeah.
Same old Chanel, I'm afraid.
- I remember you and Dad
getting ready to go out,
him putting on his tux
and you wearing
the latest gown.
And that scent
wafting through the air.
But that was
a long time ago
in a galaxy
far, far away.
- Toby...
I, uh...
I had a conversation
with the man who runs...
you know, the place
where you live.
- McManus?
- He told me that he
suspects you of using drugs.
- [sighs]
Mother...
- Heroin.
- Mother, you don't know
what it's like in here.
- I can imagine.
- No, you can't.
And I thank God
every night for that.
So if you want
to tell me about
how Angus is doing
at law school
or about Dad's
most recent fishing trip,
or Grandmother's
lumbago, fine.
But if you came here
to lecture me
and tell me to
"just say no"...
[scoffs]
...don't.
Don't put that final
knife in my heart.
- Toby.
[both snorting]
[distorted yelling]
[trippy, distorted music]
♪ ♪
[distorted chatter]
- 53C472.
97G714.
56C382.
- Hello, Tobias.
Come on in, sit down.
Okay, we've got a new
member to our group,
Tobias Beecher.
Tobias, I think you know
Augustus and Ron
from Em City.
And that's John and Bill
and Whitney Munson.
- Beecher.
I know a Beecher.
Cyrus.
Are you any relation?
- No.
- Good, the man
was a cocksucker.
- Okay, the idea here is
for us in this small group
to talk about ourselves,
our feelings,
our addictions
in the hope that
we can find the cause.
- I know the cause,
I like the shit.
- All right, that's fine.
Pleasure plays
a very strong factor.
But underneath maybe
there's something else.
There's a--
there's a deeper need,
a deeper hunger,
an emptiness
that has to be filled.
So Tobias,
why don't you tell us
what you're addicted to?
- You know.
They know.
- Yeah, okay.
Augustus, you want to talk
about your addiction?
- I was a crack addict.
I've been squeaky clean
for 22 months.
- Yes! Ron?
[heartbeat pounding]
- Speed's my fave.
- How long you been clean?
- A year.
- Whitney.
- I quit seven times over
the last 52 years,
this being
my longest period,
five years, three months
and six days.
- What are you addicted to?
- What, since I've been inside?
- Yeah.
- Anything I can
get my hands on.
But originally opium.
[jazzy music]
♪ ♪
I had been decorated with
the Purple Heart for valor.
[chuckles]
Valor.
Only I knew I was
really a fraud.
Even after
I was discharged,
I couldn't take
the uniform off.
During the war,
while I was in the Orient,
I got hooked into opium.
My true self lay in
that Quixotic little drug.
♪ ♪
- [moaning]
[groaning]
- Prisoner number 45M242,
Whitney Munson.
Convicted march 7th, '45.
Murder in
the first degree,
criminal possession
of a controlled substance.
Sentence: 110 years.
Up for a parole in sixty.
Question.
Why'd you strangle
the whore?
- I didn't think I was.
I thought I was
being affectionate.
Her neck was so pale.
So thin, so fine.
- And you've been in prison
for 52 years, right?
- That's right.
I've only got eight years
left until my parole.
Come the year 2005,
I'm out of here.
- Look, I can't stay
here anymore
and listen to any more of
these fucking stories, okay?
- Tobias, sit down.
- No, it's not helping.
It's not helping!
- Hey, hold it!
- Hello.
- Yeah, hiya.
- I'm here to give
you a makeover.
- Huh?
- Your boyfriend
told me to.
He said, don't take no
for an answer.
- My God.
You're even prettier
than I thought you'd be.
[laughter]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- He really is
a beautiful baby.
[speaking Spanish]
- Miguel...
your baby's dead.
- Ah!
[speaking Spanish]
- I ain't saying
drugs are good,
but when your past
has passed
and your present sucks,
your future holds
nothing but broken promises
and dead dreams,
the drugs,
they kill the pain.
Listen up, America.
You ain't never gonna
get rid of drugs
until you cure pain.
[tense jazzy music]
♪ ♪
[bright tone]
[tense jazzy music]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbles]
Hill: Floods.
- Look at this.
Hill: You know how you're
always hearing about
them people in Iowa
or Missouri or wherever,
how some big river overflows?
The fucking water keeps
pouring over its river banks
out of control,
taking out farms and towns
and everything in its path.
Everybody tries to stop it,
but nobody can.
Everybody's lives
are wiped out...
completely destroyed.
[thunder rumbles]
And the fucking river,
it don't give a shit.
It just keeps rising.
Year after year,
after fucked up year.
My question is,
are them heads in the Midwest
whacked out or what?
This one joker I seen on TV,
his home had been
washed away four times.
Four fucking times.
Why don't he just leave?
Why don't he jump in
that pickup
and drive to higher ground?
Or is he like us in Oz?
There ain't
no higher ground.
[distorted laughter]
[distorted chatter]
- [distorted] Hey!
[buzzer]
- Yeah, what I'm saying is
that your officers
are doing a shit job.
The whole concept
behind Emerald City
is that we never take
our eyes off anyone.
- We don't.
- Well, then how do you
explain Beecher
getting a swastika burned
onto his asshole,
Miguel Alvarez
cutting his face all up
or inmates using classrooms
to snort fucking heroin?
- Face life, Tim.
Shit slides through.
Got a problem with the way
I run things, replace me.
- You know I'm not
going to do that, Diane.
- Why?
Because we're
fucking each other?
- Sorry we're late.
- If you ever got here
on time, McManus,
I think I'd have
a heart attack.
- What are we
talking about?
- Drugs.
- My favorite topic.
- The more we try
and stop the drugs,
the more
the drugs get in.
- Well, what do you expect?
Outside they're
sentencing dealers
to much longer prison time.
- Yeah, we got
a prison full of guys
who are experts at moving
shit through any system.
- Nino Schibetta's
got the biggest operation.
We stop him,
we make a major dent.
- McManus, you wanted
Schibetta in Em City.
You said you could reach him.
- I will, in time.
- Well, unfortunately that's one
of the things we don't have.
- I know,
when it comes to drugs,
there are two
major players involved,
Nino Schibetta
and Kareem Said.
- Muslims are anti-drugs.
- Exactly.
We want your help
stopping the flow.
- That's your job,
not mine.
- You know everything
about this place.
You could tell us
the whens and the wheres.
- Yeah, and end up dead.
No thank you.
I have to take care of
this disease my own way.
- Which is?
- By fighting the addiction.
- Well, you see,
that's what I'm trying to do
with my counseling sessions.
You know, you and I have
exact same goals, Kareem.
Only because
of who we are,
we can't help each other
achieve these goals.
So more inmates get hurt.
[stammering] It's--
It is so frustrating.
- Sister, we both believe
in a greater power.
His will be done.
- His will or yours?
- Yeah well,
in my experience,
God isn't too helpful unless
you give him a little nudge.
- What now?
- Schibetta's drugs fuck
with people's heads.
It's time I start
fucking with his.
The last couple of weeks have
been tough on you, Nino.
Your wife dying,
Dino murdered,
Joey D'Angelo
out of commission.
Overall, your troops,
they're thinning,
they're getting older,
they're--
they're more anemic.
Now the blacks and Latinos
are taking over,
on the street
and in here.
So we've got to face it,
the days of
the Mafia are over.
- Que cosa, Mafia?
- Okay, okay.
Let's just say
that you're of an age,
you ought to start
to relax a little bit.
Now I got a friend, DEA,
he says you want to talk,
he'll make a deal.
- Deal?
What's he gonna do,
put me in
Witness Protection?
You are a fool, McManus.
Now you can try for
the next thousand years
not to be a fool,
but you'll always be one.
Well, I can't
change neither.
I can't turn my back
on who I am.
Certainly not for you.
Certainly not for some
dumbass DEA deal.
You done with me?
- For now.
[gate buzzes]
- Attention.
The following inmates are
to be transferred immediately.
As I call your name,
gather your belongings
and form a line
by Officer Vogelsang.
88P715, Ottavino.
91J224, Jambro.
85P661, Pellicano.
94R511, Ricotta.
- Arrivederci, baby.
[laughter]
- Arrivederci, baby.
- Bye-bye.
- Looks like Nino's
all alone.
[buzzer]
- Yo, yo.
Get outta here.
- Chocolate bars.
- With almonds or without?
- Both.
- You got it.
- Gratzi.
You been handling things
pretty good around here
since Joey's accident.
- Hey, you do
what you got to do.
- That's right.
The bad blood between
you boys and us, well,
with Jefferson Keane cold,
I'm willing to let
bygones be gone.
- Yeah, me too.
- You like tits?
- Ha. Who doesn't?
- My tits are
firm and round.
Maybe you could
suck my tits.
- You know, I know a lot
of brothers who would love to.
- If you fuck me over,
I'll cut this hand off.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- What was all that about?
- The future, my brother.
Us owning the future.
- Tits!
That's what we call drugs.
60% of the violence
in prison is due to tits.
Either people
not paying their debts
or people trying
to control the traffic.
[chuckles]
The traffic.
Here in Oz,
the last few days,
the traffic has been
bumper to bumper.
[sirens blare]
Prisoner number 94P442,
Ronald Poklewaldt.
Convicted March 8th, '94.
Arson in
the second degree.
Sentence: 25 years,
up for parole in ten.
[sirens blare]
- So that way I can tap
a couple of fucking hits.
You know, just a couple
of tits...
[continues indistinctly]
- Hey...
- Hey, don't touch me.
- Oh, so you hiding
behind the bitch's skirt now?
- Hey, you hurt me,
she'll see you.
- We just want
our money.
- Next week I'm getting a check.
- See, you said
that last week.
- I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know,
but I can't be held
responsible for the U.S. Mail.
Ah, shit.
- Yo, let's go.
- No money, no tits.
- Yeah.
- [chuckles]
- Tomorrow
we get healthy.
I want you boys
ready to run.
- Who you calling "boys",
old man?!
- Kenny, shut the fuck up.
Take a walk.
- But I'm saying how you
gonna even let him just--
- Be gone, little nigga.
Can I talk to you?
Look Nino,
I wanna be there
when the shit comes in.
Where's it happen?
- Sorry, it's an old family
recipe we don't share.
- Hey look, if we
gonna be partners, yo,
we just ought to be up on
how big a risk we gotta take.
- Just knowing it works
ain't enough?
- No, man.
- All right.
- So how's it work, Nino?
- I know it doesn't
go through the kitchen,
otherwise we'd
have seen it.
- The kitchen's
the first place
the cops would look.
No, we use
the post office.
Hold this.
Box of socks
from my sister.
Versace.
- That's an old trick.
- Which still works.
- Yeah, but where
do you cut it?
- Here.
- Here?
Here where?
- Mingya.
I ain't telling
you everything.
At least not until we've been
in business a little longer.
- All right.
Cool.
- Fuck him.
I don't want to do no
business with no dago.
- Hey, how's it going?
- Yo, man, we won't be for long.
Look, Schibetta's weak.
He done already lost
a lot of his men.
Now all we got to do is find
out how his operation work,
then we take it over.
- Nino?
- Yeah.
- My offer still stands.
I wanna be here for you.
I want to help you
any way I can.
- Okay, kid. Thanks.
I said okay, Okay?
- Okay.
- I'll testify
against Adebisi, Markstram
and Wangler.
- We need to figure out
how the drugs are getting in.
You got any idea how
the gangstas are doing it?
- No.
No, I don't, I don't.
- You find out,
you let me know.
- Oh, I'll find out,
all right.
And then I want you
to bust Adebisi's ass.
- Ronnie?
You been to drug
counseling recently?
- Sure, sure,
I go all the time.
- Sister Peter Marie
says you haven't been there
for two weeks.
- I'll go today,
I promise.
- Oh.
- [chuckles]
- Get lost, punk.
You ain't squeezing
my tits anymore.
You never pay.
- No, no, no, no, man,
that's not why I'm here.
Markstram and his crew,
how do they get
their shit into Oz?
- What are you doing?
You doing market
research now, huh?
- No man, I'm looking
to fuck those niggers up.
- Well, I don't know
how they do it,
but I've got
a couple of guesses.
Sit your ass down.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[alarm beeps]
♪ ♪
- Yeah.
- Yo Nino, let's
talk about this, man.
- Come.
- Come on, come on.
- You stay out.
- It's all right, Kenny.
It's all right.
- Me and my associates
are very unhappy
about this
morning's events.
How did this happen?
- Nino--
- My operation's been running
smooth as a silk shirt,
then I tell you
what's what,
suddenly the hacks know.
I got to wonder
if one of your boys
is the jabber.
- Oh, come on, man,
that's impossible!
- Anything is possible.
You want to stay in
business with me?
Find the leak
and plug the leak today.
- Nino, don't worry
about it.
We'll take care of it,
all right?
Come on.
- Adebisi, stay.
- What's that?
- I don't know man,
but watch it.
Hill: Secrets.
We all got secrets.
Mostly our secrets
are tied to our addictions,
our obsessions.
You like that
bourbon too much.
You get off
eating chicks with dicks.
You gotta do it in hiding.
You say you somebody,
but you really
somebody else.
Only things that
matter to us most
do we keep as secrets.
And sometimes,
those secrets can kill you.
- Fuck!
- Cut him down.
- All right.
- One, two, three.
- Markstram didn't strike me
as the suicide type.
- He wasn't.
- I'm sorry, Leo.
- For what?
- He was your cousin.
- He's not my cousin.
- What are you talking about?
That's what you told me
when he came in.
That's why you wanted
him in Em City.
- He's not my cousin.
He's a narc,
an undercover cop.
- You put an undercover cop
in my cell block
and you don't even
fucking mention it to me?!
- Look, I'm trying to put some
brakes on the drug traffic.
I get city narcotics
to send in the man.
I figure the less people
who know about it, the better.
- Even so, you should
have told me, Leo.
- Then what?
Listen to you lecture
on prisoners' rights?
About entrapment?
No thanks.
- So let me get
this straight.
Markstram's been
feeding you info all along.
- The idea was to get him
in good with the gangstas,
get him to find out
about their operation.
But somebody gave him up.
- Yeah, who?
- One of his bunkies
in narcotics
must be talking
to the mob.
[phone rings]
What?
Oh, yes, Governor.
Yes, yeah, yeah, I know.
Good-bye.
This time he wants
a lockdown.
- Oh, Devlin's fighting
for his political life.
He's trying to take the focus
off of him and put it on us.
- Yeah, I know,
but the bottom line is
I was gonna do it anyway.
Until we nail
whoever's responsible
for Markstram's murder,
I'm locking Oz down tight.
- Man, who would have thought
Markstram was a cop?
- Makes you sick, don't it?
- Yeah.
- It makes you wonder
who else is undercover.
- Hmm, could be anybody.
[tense music]
- Could be you.
- Could be you.
- Hey, Nino.
- The hacks didn't buy
Markstram's suicide.
- I didn't
think they would.
It was more of
a sign to Glynn.
Don't fuck with us.
- Yeah.
Now they're gonna lock down
this whole fucking place.
- For a little while.
- Your smuggling operation,
it's busted.
- The post office thing?
That's not the way
we really do it.
That was just a test to see
what you boys are made of.
The truth is, I'd never
tell you the truth.
- Oh, yeah?
- No.
The fastest way
to end this lockdown
is to pick one
of your gang
and have him cop to
the Markstram hanging.
- Okay.
- I always thought
Keane and Markstram
were holding you back.
From the get-go,
I knew you were a guy
who sees how
the world gets made.
Adebisi...
Ends in "I".
You sure you're
not Italian?
- Schibetta ends in "A",
maybe you're African.
- Lockdown, gentlemen,
lockdown.
[overlapping chatter]
- Today, Adebisi!
- Lockdown, gentlemen.
Lockdown.
- Man, I fucking
hate lockdowns.
It's not because of being
trapped in this fish bowl.
Man, I start fiending
for some fucking tits.
You a tit-boy, Groves?
- Drugs are bad.
- That's bullshit.
You had to be fucked up
when you ate your mother.
- Mom told me
that drugs were bad.
- Great.
I'll bet you was like
a good little boy, right?
Did everything your
mama told you to.
- I like your scars.
- Now I know why McManus
put us in
the same cell together.
You're the only
motherfucker in Em City
who's more
fucked up than I am.
- Here.
- I don't want to write
anybody a fucking letter.
All right, I want
to get fucking high.
- You lick the back.
- Yeah, lick the back?
- It's, uh...
liquid LS.
- Groves, Groves...
You give stamp collecting
a whole new meaning, baby.
- I don't have
to tell you,
drugs ain't the only things
to get addicted to.
Some people
mainline their work,
some people snort ESPN,
some people
needle-pop gambling.
There are those
that shoot up junk foods,
fine wines,
Cohibas, baby.
Some people
get hooked on love.
And like any fiend
on the street,
you always need
another bump.
Just one more bump, man.
Just one more bump.
- Hey.
- Hi.
What's the matter?
- Eh, Markstram was murdered.
He was a cop.
I feel responsible.
- Diane, Van Harris
confessed to the murder.
- Yeah well, even so,
maybe you're right.
Maybe I am doing
a shit job here.
- You know what,
I got an idea.
Tonight after work
you come to my place.
- Oh I can't,
I gotta drive home.
Mom says Didi's
been acting up.
- I want to meet
your daughter.
Why don't you bring
her into town,
the three of us
will go to dinner?
- And then what do
I do with her?
This isn't exactly
a take your daughter to work
kind of place.
- I love you, Diane.
- Do you?
- No, you're
supposed to say,
"I love you too, Tim."
- The night of
Keane's execution,
what we did,
it was--
it was really fucked up.
And I don't--
I don't know why.
I don't know,
was it loneliness or--
- Why does the "why" matter?
- It doesn't, does it?
[door rattles]
I came up here to get
the file on the new arrival.
- His name is Scott Ross.
- Scott Ross?
Oh, shit.
- Is there a problem?
- Nah, it's nothing
I can't handle.
Hill: Prisoner number 97R518,
Scott Ross.
Convicted
June 4th, '97.
Possession of marijuana
with intent to distribute.
Third conviction.
Sentence:
life without parole.
Three strikes, sucker!
- Wait here.
- Sure.
- Since when have you
been working Oz?
- About six months.
- This is great.
- No, no it's not.
- I always dreamed of you
having me in cuffs.
- Look, just because we knew
each other in a former life
doesn't mean you're going
to get any special treatment.
- I love it when
you play tough.
- I'm not playing, Scott.
Mack.
Mark Mack,
Scott Ross.
Mack is your sponsor.
He'll help you get
acquainted with the rules.
Take him to Em City.
- You knew her
on the outside?
- Yeah, me and her ex
used to ride together.
- In there, top bunk,
all right?
- All right, gentlemen,
the lockdown is over.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I'm gonna give you
ten minutes
to get your hands
off my dick.
- [laughs]
- Schillinger, you fuck.
- Scotty,
how long you in for?
- Life.
- Oh, man.
- What?
Come on, you got
any cigarettes?
[laughter]
- No smoking.
Put the butt out.
- Diane, I'm not asking
for any special favors,
but we've known each other
for a long time--
- Have we?
I was married to Glenn
for four fun-filled years.
During that time
you were finishing off
a six-year sentence.
We were on
the road together
maybe five months.
- They were
a great five months.
- [sighs] All you did
was come on to me.
If Glenn hadn't been
so fucked up on coke,
he'd have noticed.
- I was a man in love.
I still am.
- Oh please, save it
for the shower room.
- Diane, I know what
your life is like now
raising a kid on your own,
working in this shit house.
I hear you're
doing double shifts
just 'cause
you need the money.
I got a way
to make you money.
- You're looking out
for my best interests, huh?
- Yeah.
- Like I said, save it.
Get your ass
back to Em City.
- Next item, overtime.
The good news is,
based on the successful
conclusion of negotiations
between the Department
of Corrections
and the Officers Union,
we have a contract.
- Whoo!
- The bad news
is because the overtime
rate is now so high,
the Commissioner has decided
to no longer allow
officers to work
double shifts.
- What?!
- Oh, my.
- This sucks!
The department gave in
to the union's demands
knowing they never intended
to pay any overtime?
- Hey, that's how
deals get made.
- Hey, what are you
complaining about, Lady Di?
It frees you up to spend
more time with your boyfriend.
[kissing sounds]
- What are you
talking about?
- Yeah Healy,
what are you trying to say?
- If you two wanna pretend
you're not fucking
each other, fine.
- You're a funny guy,
you know that?
- Knock it off, you two!
- Come on, tough guy!
- McManus, McManus, sit down!
- You fucking prick.
- Sit down.
Healy, keep your
comments to yourself.
Next item.
- Fuck them.
- No Timmy,
it's not that easy.
Like it or not,
we work with these people.
If they don't respect us,
it makes the day
ten times harder.
- Are you saying we can't
see each other anymore?
- Look, this job
is all I have.
Do you understand that?
You have
a college education,
a big-time reputation.
If I lose this,
it's back to cleaning
other people's houses.
It's--It's welfare.
I have a daughter to feed
and a mother getting old.
- I can give you money.
- You have alimony
and a mortgage.
You can't afford
to take me on.
And I wouldn't
want you to.
- Diane...
- No, I'll see you, Tim.
- You and I both know
cigarettes is money
in the joint.
You want somebody
to do your laundry,
a couple of sticks.
You want somebody
to get rolled,
a carton or two,
depending on who it is.
Problem is they got
a really short shelf life.
You can't horde them,
you gotta keep them moving.
Supply and demand, baby.
That's what I'm talking about.
- I bring them in,
you sell them.
- A carton a day, that's it.
Come on, what do you say?
- Okay.
Put the cigarette out.
- That's my baby.
[trippy techno music]
♪ ♪
Hill: Not all drugs
are recreational.
Some are benign.
Or supposedly benign.
- I got the final results
back from your tests.
You're suffering
from hypertension.
- The curse of my people.
- African-Americans
are genetically
predisposed
to the condition.
- No doctor,
it's not genetics.
High blood pressure
is caused by racism.
- There are some studies out
suggesting a link
between racial discrimination
and hypertension,
but the data
is inconclusive.
- Well, it may be inconclusive
to the scientists,
but I know
that it's a fact.
Men of color in
the working class
have a higher blood
pressure than whites,
or even black
professionals.
Why?
Because we are forced to
accept unfair treatment, Doctor.
- I'm not really interested
in the politics, Said.
I care about your health.
And if we don't
do something,
you're headed
for heart disease,
stroke, damage to
your other organs.
So I'm going to prescribe
some Tenormin.
- What are
the side effects?
- Uh, low heartbeat,
light headedness if
you stand up too quickly.
- That won't do.
Daily I kneel
and I pray to Mecca.
What else do you have?
- Calan.
Constipation,
nausea, dizziness.
- No, my mind must
function clearly.
- All drugs
have side effects.
- Well, perhaps that's
God's way of telling us
that we shouldn't
be taking them.
- You have to take something,
or you'll die.
- Believe me, Doctor,
I have no intention of dying.
Can I go now?
- Sure.
[tense percussive music]
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry that you're ill.
- And who told you
that I was ill?
- God.
- Oh, yes.
You talk to God.
- When he's in town.
- Well, in Islam we believe
that only two people
spoke to God directly.
Mohammed,
and praise be to him,
and Moses.
So you see, you are
in excellent company.
- You think
I'm lying or deluded.
- Oh, yes.
- I may well be.
I do know sometimes I can
see inside men's souls.
- And can you see
into mine, old man?
- Yes.
- And what is there?
- Anger.
- Yes, I am angry.
I'm angry at a society
that cripples my people,
and infects their bodies.
- No, you're angry at God.
- I am not.
My illness is Allah's will.
And I accept the bad as well
as the good that God gives me.
- Still, you're angry
at him and afraid.
Afraid of dying.
- That is not true.
- You watched Jefferson Keane
die, die gladly.
Keane embraced death
like a lover,
like a traveler going home.
You saw that and were afraid.
You realized you aren't
as willing to go.
- Get out of here old man.
[tense music]
Get out.
♪ ♪
- [speaking Arabic]
- The ever-increasing scandal
surrounding
Governor James Devlin
accepting kickbacks took
another bizarre turn today
when his wife,
Evangeline Devlin,
moved out of
the Governor's mansion.
Now no official word
has been given,
but sources say
that Mrs. Devlin has learned
of an affair between
the governor...
- The doctor told me
what's going on.
- That is not
your concern, McManus.
- He told me you won't
take your medication.
- I haven't decided
anything as yet.
- Well, you don't
have a choice.
Take the drugs.
- And what if I refuse?
- I'll force you to.
- How?
- I'll open up your mouth,
stuff the pills
down your throat myself.
- [scoffs]
Okay, let's make
that deal, McManus.
- You know what I want.
- I can't tell you much about
how the drugs come into Oz,
except to say,
look at your own house.
- What's that mean?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- That's a pretty
big accusation.
- Not really.
Look, there are
plenty of examples
of officers smuggling
drugs into prison.
Soledad, Attica,
here at Oz in '82.
- Yeah, I remember,
I was working Solitary.
Two of my best friends
got busted.
- So then?
- I'll start an investigation.
- Good.
- Of the entire staff,
everyone from the officers
to the librarian to you.
I'll take it slow,
because if it's true,
I don't want
to spook them.
I want to be able to make
the charges stick.
- Hey, Roger.
- Hey, good morning, Mike.
- See the Toronto game?
- Yeah, Gaston's a spaz.
- How much you lose?
- Don't ask.
- Hey, Diane.
You heading out?
- Yeah.
These graveyard shifts
are killing me.
- [whistling]
- You owe me, okay?
You always fucking owe me.
You always owe me.
Get the fuck out of here.
- O'Reily.
- Yeah?
- Go see Schibetta.
- Since when are you
his Western Union?
- Since we're partners.
He and I.
- You're the monkey
chained to his organ grinder.
- You better watch
that pretty little ass.
- No need, you're too busy
watching it for me.
And keep your
fucking hands off me.
- Oh.
I'm scared of you.
- You wanted to see me, Nino?
- Yeah, come on in.
- No thanks.
I've never been
big on tomatoes.
- You Irish.
You got no appreciation
for the simple things in life.
- What's simpler
than a potato?
- [chuckles]
Sit.
You've been saying
if I needed,
you'd be willing
to help out.
- Anything.
You know Adebisi's
going to shank you
the first chance he gets.
- Don't you worry
about Adebisi.
He's a mongrel,
but effective.
From you I need a more
sophisticated favor.
I need to close down
Healy's drug operation.
- Healy.
Officer Healy.
- Don't say you know
nothing about it.
Your brother and
Healy are friends.
Healy's been your archangel
since you got to Oz.
You've been running tits
for him in here.
- Nino, I don't know what--
- I don't hold it against you.
I'd have done the same.
Only Healy's business is
starting to cut into mine,
and that I can't have happen.
So I am looking to you
for assistance.
- You want me to set him up?
- Yeah, if you do,
I promise I'll
take care of you.
What do you say?
- He's been good to me.
- Is that your answer?
- I'll do it.
- Good.
- So what's the plan?
- The plan is up to you.
I don't care about the hows.
Just get it done.
- All right.
I need more tits.
- Oh, yeah?
I gave you a huge pair
a couple of days ago.
- What can I say?
We go braless in Em City.
When can you
get me some more?
- Later.
- Oh, yeah!
- Yo, you looking for me?
- Yeah, how'd you like
some tits for free?
- I don't kill.
- You don't have to kill.
- What do you
want me to do?
- Go see your
pals upstairs.
- And tell them what?
- Tell them that you found
another drug connection.
- Well, who you gonna
bust this time?
- Me.
- Man, thank you.
- What the fuck is this?
What the fuck is this?
- I got him, I got him.
- Hey--
[overlapping chatter]
- Take O'Reily to the hole.
- You're fucking dead!
You are fucking dead!
- Hey, McManus!
Get him out of here.
Hey, that's going
on your record.
- Big fucking deal.
- I gave this place
everything I had.
- And then you decided
it was time
to take everything
you could.
Look, I know working
here is no paradise,
but you swore an oath
and you broke that oath!
I've got no
sympathy for you.
Get him away from me.
- You wait, Warden.
You wait till you need
somebody like me
to back you up
and I won't be there.
Then you can kiss
your ass good-bye.
- Will you testify
against Healy?
- No.
I jabber on him,
every other hack
will be waiting in line
to take a whack
at me, too.
- Fine.
Officer Hunt.
See you in a month,
O'Reily.
- Hey, O'Reily.
Any idea who ratted
on Healy?
- Beats the shit
out of me.
But if I were
a betting man,
I'd put my money
on Poklewaldt.
- Coming through.
Back up, back up.
Gonna need the portable CT.
- The patient's name
is Ronald Poklewaldt.
It's severe head trauma.
- How are the vital signs?
- He's got a lot of blood.
We're gonna have
to give him some blood.
- [panting]
[groaning]
[yells]
Let me out of here!
- You're done.
- Piece of cake.
- Yo, what is this,
fucking pinochle?
I don't play games.
- How do you keep
that hat on your head?
Velcro?
- Deal me in.
- You play pinochle?
- No, but I can learn.
- Adebisi,
I'll see you later.
Okay, each player
gets 12 cards.
One card is face-up,
that's the trump card.
There's two ways to score...
- Give me that!
- You're in a mood.
- I'm in a mood,
all right.
I'm in a mood to kill.
- Anybody in particular?
- A mick and a dago.
- Yeah well, I could go
for a piece
of Schibetta's ass myself.
- Yeah?
Well stick around,
little brother.
When the time is right,
he's all yours.
- He's all mine.
[snorts]
- You take a drug, right?
The chemicals,
they rush through your body,
rush through your brains.
And the sensations,
oh, you want
the sensations
again and again and again,
but let me tell you,
you can also get addicted
to grief, to guilt, to hate,
because when
you feel dead inside,
even bad sensations
will make you feel
like you're alive!!
[buzzer]
- What? That's it?
No good night kiss?
I'm beginning to think
you don't love me anymore.
- I do.
- Say it.
Say you love me.
- I love you.
- Now you see,
you said it,
but you didn't mean it.
- I do mean it, sir.
- No, I'm telling you,
the romance has gone out
of our relationship.
But I have the cure.
I was saving this
for your birthday,
but hell,
I think we need it now.
- No thanks.
- Oh, come on.
You're going to hurt
my feelings.
You know what happens
when you hurt my feelings.
Put some on.
- No.
- Okay.
Hey, I understand.
You want to surprise me.
You're going to wait
for a special occasion
to get yourself
all prettied up.
That is so sweet.
Hey, I can wait.
Not too long.
[loud banging]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [distorted] What?
A nun can't look beautiful?
Tobias, are you all right?
- Sure.
- You think I'm blind?
I'm a drug counselor,
for God's sake.
If I can't spot the signs,
I might as well
tear up my license.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Listen,
I know how hideous
life is in Oz,
especially
for a man like you
with no street skills,
no preparation for
the reality of it all.
But, Tobias--Tobias!
Drugs are not the answer.
They only make the questions
more difficult.
I want you to start coming
to counseling sessions.
- Whatever.
- I'm not sure
when he started,
but my sense is
not too long ago.
I'm hoping we can
nip this in bud.
- Well, I'll have
the officers on duty
monitor Beecher carefully,
and I'll see who
he's hanging out with.
- Well, it can't be
Schillinger who's supplying.
He's so anti-drug,
he makes me look like
Robert Downey Jr.
- Yeah, maybe we should also
talk to members of his family.
- Well, his wife took
the kids and moved away.
But he does have
parents and siblings.
- What about
an intervention?
- I think that's
too much too soon.
But why don't we invite one
of his relatives to visit him
and see what happens?
- You know, on the outside
that Beecher had a history
of alcohol abuse.
- Oh, I know.
How pathetic is that?
A man gets jailed
for one addiction
and we watch him
get hooked on another.
[gate chimes]
[unintelligible]
- You smell good, Mother.
- Yeah.
Same old Chanel, I'm afraid.
- I remember you and Dad
getting ready to go out,
him putting on his tux
and you wearing
the latest gown.
And that scent
wafting through the air.
But that was
a long time ago
in a galaxy
far, far away.
- Toby...
I, uh...
I had a conversation
with the man who runs...
you know, the place
where you live.
- McManus?
- He told me that he
suspects you of using drugs.
- [sighs]
Mother...
- Heroin.
- Mother, you don't know
what it's like in here.
- I can imagine.
- No, you can't.
And I thank God
every night for that.
So if you want
to tell me about
how Angus is doing
at law school
or about Dad's
most recent fishing trip,
or Grandmother's
lumbago, fine.
But if you came here
to lecture me
and tell me to
"just say no"...
[scoffs]
...don't.
Don't put that final
knife in my heart.
- Toby.
[both snorting]
[distorted yelling]
[trippy, distorted music]
♪ ♪
[distorted chatter]
- 53C472.
97G714.
56C382.
- Hello, Tobias.
Come on in, sit down.
Okay, we've got a new
member to our group,
Tobias Beecher.
Tobias, I think you know
Augustus and Ron
from Em City.
And that's John and Bill
and Whitney Munson.
- Beecher.
I know a Beecher.
Cyrus.
Are you any relation?
- No.
- Good, the man
was a cocksucker.
- Okay, the idea here is
for us in this small group
to talk about ourselves,
our feelings,
our addictions
in the hope that
we can find the cause.
- I know the cause,
I like the shit.
- All right, that's fine.
Pleasure plays
a very strong factor.
But underneath maybe
there's something else.
There's a--
there's a deeper need,
a deeper hunger,
an emptiness
that has to be filled.
So Tobias,
why don't you tell us
what you're addicted to?
- You know.
They know.
- Yeah, okay.
Augustus, you want to talk
about your addiction?
- I was a crack addict.
I've been squeaky clean
for 22 months.
- Yes! Ron?
[heartbeat pounding]
- Speed's my fave.
- How long you been clean?
- A year.
- Whitney.
- I quit seven times over
the last 52 years,
this being
my longest period,
five years, three months
and six days.
- What are you addicted to?
- What, since I've been inside?
- Yeah.
- Anything I can
get my hands on.
But originally opium.
[jazzy music]
♪ ♪
I had been decorated with
the Purple Heart for valor.
[chuckles]
Valor.
Only I knew I was
really a fraud.
Even after
I was discharged,
I couldn't take
the uniform off.
During the war,
while I was in the Orient,
I got hooked into opium.
My true self lay in
that Quixotic little drug.
♪ ♪
- [moaning]
[groaning]
- Prisoner number 45M242,
Whitney Munson.
Convicted march 7th, '45.
Murder in
the first degree,
criminal possession
of a controlled substance.
Sentence: 110 years.
Up for a parole in sixty.
Question.
Why'd you strangle
the whore?
- I didn't think I was.
I thought I was
being affectionate.
Her neck was so pale.
So thin, so fine.
- And you've been in prison
for 52 years, right?
- That's right.
I've only got eight years
left until my parole.
Come the year 2005,
I'm out of here.
- Look, I can't stay
here anymore
and listen to any more of
these fucking stories, okay?
- Tobias, sit down.
- No, it's not helping.
It's not helping!
- Hey, hold it!
- Hello.
- Yeah, hiya.
- I'm here to give
you a makeover.
- Huh?
- Your boyfriend
told me to.
He said, don't take no
for an answer.
- My God.
You're even prettier
than I thought you'd be.
[laughter]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- He really is
a beautiful baby.
[speaking Spanish]
- Miguel...
your baby's dead.
- Ah!
[speaking Spanish]
- I ain't saying
drugs are good,
but when your past
has passed
and your present sucks,
your future holds
nothing but broken promises
and dead dreams,
the drugs,
they kill the pain.
Listen up, America.
You ain't never gonna
get rid of drugs
until you cure pain.
[tense jazzy music]
♪ ♪
[bright tone]