Oz (1997–2003): Season 2, Episode 3 - Great Men - full transcript

Alvarez knows who raped Glynn's daughter, but refuses to tell the warden. Wangler is making progress at school, but his cellmate, Adebisi, isn't a fan of higher education. When Hill's judge...

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

[party horns blaring]

- The end of the century
is coming, y'all!

End of
the millennium.

A lot of lists
being printed about

who's the greatest person
of the past 1,000 years.

By great, they mean
who had the most impact,

Einstein, Edison, Freud.

I can tell you
one thing for sure.



[horn blares]

My name won't
be on that list.

[laughs]

Neither will anyone
else's here in Oz.

[speaking Spanish]

[men chanting]

Hey.

You know,
I think I got you.

I think I got a piece
of information for you.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

It's about
Glynn and his daughter.

- You mean that
she was brutally raped

and is in
the hospital?

- Shit, how'd you
know that?



Well, I know one thing
I know you don't know.

- What's that?

- Who raped
Glynn's daughter.

- You're right,
I don't.

- Yeah, I do.
[laughs]

- How do you know
who did it?

Oh, that's because
I was just talking to him

on the phone.

[knocking]

- Come in.

Richie.

- Father.

- What's up?

- I love to take it
in the ass.

- Uh-huh.

- I know lots of people
think that's perverse,

but it's my choice,
so I say fuck them, right?

- Richie, are we going
someplace with all this?

- I choose to
take it up the ass.

But rape, man.

- Did somebody
rape you?

- Yeah sure, but that's
not why I'm here.

I got some information
on another rape.

- Yes, I knew about
his daughter.

- And you didn't
tell me?

- Well, he asked me
not to.

- Hey, you needed
to see me?

- Yeah, Leo.

It's about Ardeth.

[tense percussive tones]

- You're gonna tell me
everything you know.

- About what?
- My daughter.

- Your daughter was
raped and beaten,

and because of that,
you took it out on me.

- Tell me
who raped her.

- I ain't telling
you dick.

You got all
the power, huh?

I mean, you think that you
could just shit on people,

shit on people and
you get away with it?

Not this time.

And you can
go fuck yourself.

- Miguel, for God's sake,

tell him what you heard
about his daughter.

- What?

That she's a lousy lay?

- Chain him up.

Father...

We're gonna need
some privacy.

- Leo, Leo,
I think...

- Do it.

Do it.

♪ ♪

- Leo.

- Get out...
Get him out of here!

- Leo, no!

- Do it...

[tense music]

- That motherfucker
deserves this shit.

♪ ♪

- Listen,
are you sure?

This call was made
in the past week

from Em city
by Miguel Alvarez.

- Warden, you know
as well as I do

we monitor the prisoner's
calls randomly.

We didn't catch
that particular one.

- Fuck!

- Leo...

I'm sorry to hear
about your daughter.

- Does everybody know?

- Pretty much, yeah.

Look, I can
persuade Alvarez

to give up the name of
the prick who did this.

- No, thanks.

- Why not?

Hey, why not?

Why not?

- First, I don't want to
owe you any more favors.

Second, and I know
you won't understand this,

this is not right.

- Right, wrong,
right, wrong.

There's such
a fine line between them.

- Not for me.

- Bad men have
their impact too.

But you gotta be really bad,
Ivan the terrible,

Jack the Ripper,
Adolf Hitler.

Yeah, old Adolf
was an evil fuck,

and let's face it,

evil is the only thing that
has survived intact

these past 1,000 years.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

[alarm buzzes]

- [groaning]

[scraping]

- Prisoner #98B242,
Agamemnon Busmalis,

AKA, the mole.

[alarm blaring]

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

Convicted March 10, '98,
grand theft larceny,

breaking and entering.

Sentence, 10 years.

Up for parole in four.

- Busmalis,
what are you doing?

- I told you,
digging my way out.

- You can't,
it's impossible.

- Yeah?
Watch me.

- How long do you think
it's gonna take?

- I don't know,

but I figure I got
four years until

my first parole hearing.

- You're gonna dig
for four years?

- Only if I have to.

[alarm buzzes]
- The C.O.'s coming.

- Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

Augustus:
Oh, fuck!

Beecher:
What?

Beecher!

- What?
- You farted!

- I didn't.

- Pee-fucking-you!

- I didn't fart.

- Damn man,
five hours until dawn

and I gotta be in
a goddamn glass box

with the king of stink.

I'm gonna get
Gulf-fucking-War syndrome.

- You farted.
- Oh, me?

- Yeah.

You're saying I farted
to cover your own tracks.

- No, you're saying I'm covering
my tracks to cover yours.

- ♪ Ginger, ginger,
broke the winder ♪

♪ Broke the winder, crack ♪

♪ The baker came out
to give him a clout ♪

♪ And landed
on his back ♪

- Fuck you.
- Light a match.

- I swear Beecher, you need
to go see a doctor, man.

Smelly farts is
a sign of something

seriously wrong
on the inside.

- I didn't fart.

[farting]
- Oh, fuck, man!

[Beecher laughing]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I'm about to
start my shift,

first day back in Em City.

I was thinking
tonight I would let you

take me out to
dinner to celebrate.

- Oh gee, I can't.

- Why, you got a date?

- Actually, yeah.

- Well, okay,
have fun.

- Yeah,
welcome back.

- Thanks.

- Life frustrated me
the other day,

pushed all
my wrong buttons,

so I bit its ear off,

pushed it up against
the ropes and told it to stop.

Stop fucking
head-butting me

when the ref
ain't looking.

I threw my hands
around its neck,

told it, stop,
stop fucking yelling at me

before I start
left hooking.

Told it stop fucking playing
me before I start choking,

'cause I've got too many
rope burns around my neck,

too many cotton cuts
in my fingernails.

I've spent
thousands of years,

thousands in jail.

Mostly for shit
I didn't even do.

Mostly for shit I didn't
even know was wrong...

- [whistling]

[indistinct chatter]

[buzzer sounds]

[bell ringing]

- Take a look at the Tiger Woods
article in there.

- The dog is making
some serious dough.

- Oh forget it,
a fortune.

You see what it says
there about his parents?

- No, where?

- Right there,
second paragraph,

starts right there.

- "The biggest infl..."

both: Influence.

"In my life

is my par... parents."

- That's very good,
keep going.

- "Their pa, pa..."

both: Patience.

"Has given me the..."

- Resources...
- "Resources

"To be a great cham...

Champion."

- Excellent.

- That's my man,
little nigger can read.

- You've been
practicing, huh?

- Yeah, a little bit.

- That's great, listen,
keep the article

and you can read it
after class, all right?

- Thanks man,
appreciate it.

- Let's get
started, huh?

[indistinct chatter]

- Coushaine tells me that
you did very well today

reading out loud
in class.

- Well, he gave me
a sports magazine, so...

- Well, I figured that
you deserve something,

since you've been putting
in so much hard work.

- "Up from sl..."

- Slavery.
- Slavery.

Booker T. Washington,
you know who that is?

- Yeah, Booker T.
and the MGs.

- No, that's a
different guy.

He was one of
the most influential

African-Americans
of his time.

He believed that education
was the key to success

for any man's life.

- This to do with
the peanuts?

- No, that's
George Washington Carver.

This book
influenced my life.

- Hey, McManus, you know
that deal we made

about me going
to school instead of

working the kitchen?

I don't miss that
mop at all, man.

[ambient music]

♪ ♪

- Got something in
there for me, huh?

- You going to
class, Adebisi?

- Got a full schedule,
very busy.

- But you know what?

You should really
come by my office.

We'll check
your records.

You really should
be back in school.

- Yeah, I'll be
there real soon.

You bet.

- What's up?

- You suck his cock
when I'm not here?

- Get the fuck outta here.

He just brought me some
shit to read, man.

- You read, eh?

Maybe you can read me
a nice bedtime story, huh?

That cocksucker doesn't
come in here again

unless you ask me.

- How the fuck am
I supposed to stop him

from coming
in here?

- Hey, you're
not listening.

Come here,
come here.

He doesn't
come in here.

♪ Do you understand? ♪

- Yeah, man.

- Huh?
- Yeah.

- See...

You're a really
smart kid, huh?

- Booker T. Washington.

Now he belongs
on that list.

Born a slave, he rose up
and shook the tree.

Everyone knew
who he was,

everyone all around
the world.

Even the president
of the United States

asked for his advice.

How the fuck did
Booker T. do that?

- There's some
bullshit going on.

- Yo, see,
that's fucked up,

that Glynn handed this
over to Schibetta and shit.

Did he ever
tell you why?

- He didn't have to
tell me why, I know.

- Say, word, you do?

- He's trying to start a war
with us and those guineas.

- Glynn?

- Yeah.

- Why would he want
to start a war?

- 'Cause he hates
them too.

Holy shit...
It's a little Nino.

You know, you look
just like your father,

only you're still breathing.

- You trying to
tell me something?

- Yes.

I miss your father.

- Why don't you lazy fucks
get back to work?

- Ah... Next!

Come on, daddy.
[laughs]

Hey, a little
afternoon-titty-fuck.

Hey, what's
your problem?

- I ain't got
no problem, man.

- Shake down!
Shake down!

- What the fuck
are you doing?

- Shake down, shake down!

- Hey, hey, what's
the problem?

- Let's go, out,
hands on the rail,

you know the routine,
hands on the rail.

[indistinct chatter]

[tense percussive tones]

- They're clean.
- So's the cell.

- Clean.

[buzzer sounds]

Give it to me.

I tell you what.

Now it's my book.

My book is
for my tits.

- What the fuck
are you doing!

- You're an ugly bastard,
but I love him.

Booker T...

- Fuck you, man!

Oh, shit.

- Forgetting who you are,
little brother, eh?

McManus, this book shit,
going to class,

you think you can
disrespect me, eh?

Don't forget who
your friends are,

'cause if you're
not my friend,

then you're my enemy,
understand?

- Yeah.
- Do you understand?

- Yes, I fucking understand.

- Good.

Now I need
to get high.

- I hear that.

[bell ringing]

- [laughs]

- Why aren't
you in class?

- What the fuck is
your problem, McManus?

All right.
- No, come on.

- Oh, shit.

[indistinct chatter]

- Shit.

- Now why did you stop
going to class?

You were doing so well,
what happened?

- Nothing.

- Somebody
pressuring you?

- Yeah, you.

- You tell me what's
going on, Kenny!

[knocking]

Is Adebisi giving you shit
about going to school?

You get the fuck
out of here.

I'm having
a conversation.

- Taxi!

- I'm gonna transfer
the fucker back to gen-pop.

How's that?
- Oh, don't do that,

'cause then he'll think
I asked you to

and then that'll
be my ass.

- Then I'm gonna move
you to another pod.

- No, just don't.

- Look, you're going
back to school, Kenny.

You're going
back to school

or I'll have you mopping
that kitchen 24 hours a day.

I'm gonna have you mopping
this whole fucking prison!

Do you hear me?

What's it gonna
be, Kenny?

What's it gonna be?

- I'll go back to class.

- Okay, let's go,
you're late.

- Mr. Booker T. Washington
writes in his book,

"I have great faith

"in the power and
influence of fact.

"It is seldom that anything
is permanently gained

by holding back a fact."

You want some facts?

The U.S. Department
of Justice reports

that the typical prisoner
in America

is an under-educated
young male minority,

but you could
have guessed that.

[indistinct chatter]

If that under-educated
young male minority

receives his GED in prison,

he is far less likely
to come back.

- Anybody want to
read out loud?

W.E.B. Dubois,
let's have Kenny...

- If that same kid manages
to go to college

while he's inside,

he'll almost definitely
never see a prison cell again.

- Just pick any
page you want.

- Last year, one state,
California,

spent more money
on its penal system

than it did on
higher education.

These are the facts
and figures.

You ain't got to be that
smart to add them up.

I'd fuck Dr. Nathan
in a second.

- Me too.

- How about Wittlesey?

- Shit, yeah.

- Me too.

- You know who
I think is sexy?

Sister Peter Marie.

- Yeah.

- That's disgusting;
she's a nun.

- Wasn't always a nun.

- She was married.

- What?
Nuns can't be married.

They're the
brides of Christ.

- Before she became a nun,
her husband died.

She told me once
in passing.

- I wonder how he died,
her husband?

- She didn't say.

- An accident, I heard.

Fell off the back of
a truck, broke his neck.

- That's true, but it
wasn't an accident.

Why do you think
she works here?

Her husband was
pushed off the truck.

He was murdered.

- Peter, Peter Marie...

Peter...

Peter Marie!

- Hey, Leo.

- You know
William Giles?

- No.

- I think his mind
has snapped

and we think he's
asking for you.

- Peter Marie,
Peter Marie...

Peter Marie...

- Hello, William,

you want to talk with me?

- Sick.

- You're sick?

- Amore.

- Amore... Love?

- Broom.

- You, you want a broom?

- No.

- Okay, William...

William?

You want to
talk to me?

- Ah, Peter Marie!
Peter Marie!

Peter Marie!

- Tobias, would you
bring up the file

on William Giles
for me, please?

G-I-L-E-S.

- Sure.

We voted you
sexiest.

- Sexiest?
Sexiest what?

- Woman in prison.

- Oh, come on.

Really?

- Uh-huh.

There it is.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[horn blares]

- Prisoner #58G714,
William Giles.

Convicted February 6, 1958,
second degree murder.

Sentenced to life,

up for parole
in 60 years.

- Leo, I really need you to
get Giles out of solitary

so that we can start
therapy sessions, okay?

- You know why he's
in solitary?

- Yeah, I read the report.

Two years ago, he stole some
toothpaste from another inmate.

The inmate caught him
and Giles killed the guy.

- He's dangerous
and he's crazy.

- Yeah, but he
needs my help.

- No, I'm not putting you
in that kind of situation.

- Now Leo, Leo.
- No, no!

I'm going to the hospital
to visit my daughter.

Good night.
- Le--

[gates open]

[gate slams shut]

GILES: Peter...

Peter Marie?

Peter Marie...

Peter, Peter Marie...
Peter, Peter, Peter Marie!

- Do you think that when
the first millennium ended,

back in 999,
that they made lists?

Did they even know
the millennium was ending?

- Said!

- Yo!

- You are disturbing
our morning prayer.

- Yeah well,
you got mail.

Sign here.

- I will sign
for it later.

- Look, I haven't
got time for this.

Schillinger's
still in the hole.

So we're short staffed
in the mail room.

I gotta get back.

- Now this I will
gladly sign for.

- Yeah?

Well, I'm fucking thrilled.

- My brothers.

Your book about the riot.

This is proof that the truth
cannot be silenced.

- The annotated code.

You giving up god
for the law?

- God's laws
are clear to me.

It's those of man
that are not.

I've been studying
legal books

for the last eight months,

trying to see if god's laws
and those of the white man

have anything in common.

- What have you
discovered?

- That these are nothing
but words on a page.

The annotated code exists
solely to be circumvented.

- Without law,
we have anarchy.

- You should read your
morning paper, old man.

We have
anarchy anyway.

- I would have thought
after the riot

you would have learned.

You can't overthrow
the system.

- Oh, I learned,

and I have no interest
in seeing more men die.

No, I intend to
use the tools

that were used against me.

I intend to make
the law devour itself.

- Judge Richard Kibler
was sentenced today

to 16 months in prison.

The 12-year veteran
of the state criminal court

was convicted
of taking bribes

in exchange for leniency
in three murder cases

he presided over in 1995.

- You hear this?

Cocksucker Kibler
was the judge

at my fucking trial.

- For real?
- Shit, yeah.

If I'd have known the
motherfucker was up for bribes,

I'd have put my
two dollars down.

Shit ain't fair.

- You're right,
it's not.

You know what you
ought to do, Hill?

- What?
- Talk to Said.

- Now it says here
in this article

that Kibler took
bribes in November.

You weren't approached
by him or anyone else

about taking bribes?

- Nobody said dick to me.

- Did he talk to
your lawyer?

- If they did, he never
said word one to me.

- Good, that's good,

I think we have a case.

- A case?
- Yeah.

You were denied your right
to a fair trial

by an impartial judge.

- So you're saying that
we could go to court

and have the verdict
overturned?

- My friend,

you have a real shot

at going free.

- Now let me get
this straight--

Judge Kibler did not take
a bribe in Hill's case?

- That is correct.

- Ad he didn't ask for
a bribe either?

- This is also correct.

- Then what exactly are
we talking about?

- The judge was lenient with
those who did give bribes,

so he may have been harsher
with those who did not.

Look, all we ask is
for the opportunity

to explore the merits
of the case.

- What opportunities
are we talking about?

- And for how long?

- Look, we're gonna need
more time for visitations.

I'm gonna need to
talk to the lawyer

who originally represented
Augustus and anybody

that offered bribes,
their lawyers,

the prosecution at Judge
Kibler's trial, et cetera.

- You've stayed pretty
quiet through all this.

- Kareem said he'd
be doing the talking.

I'd be an idiot not to keep
my fucking mouth shut.

You lying.
- I ain't.

- Clifford, I sat next to you
through all those hearings,

all those days
of the trial.

I got so I could tell
when you was lying.

You get that
little twitch.

- I do?

- That's probably why
you're such a shit lawyer.

- Augustus, please.

Insults do us
no good at all.

- Sure as hell make
me feel better.

- Look, I did the best
I could for you.

- Yeah, I know.

That's why I'm saying,
you shit.

- Can we get back to
the point, please?

Now you knew others
were giving bribes.

- I heard stuff in
the courthouse hallways,

that's all.

- Then why didn't you jump,
you motherfucker?

- Call me naive.

I thought I'd get
a "not guilty"

based on the strength
of the case.

- If you knew
what was going on,

why did you not go to
the state judicial commission?

- Come on, I go
to the state commission?

And nothing happens,
except the next time,

I'm pleading a case
in front of Kibler,

he cuts off my balls.

- Well?
- Marilyn Crenshaw,

the assistant district attorney
who prosecuted Kibler,

she will meet
with us tomorrow.

- Oh, cool!

- Unfortunately though,

the lawyers who gave bribes
won't take my calls.

The secretaries say,
"I'll get back to you".

I say, "You can't
get back to me."

- You know what
we should do?

We should
check and see

if any of those
three murderers

are doing their time in Oz.

- I did;
they're not.

They're in
different prisons.

- So what
do we do?

- Well, I'm gonna
write to each one,

but I don't expect
any response.

- So we're fucked?

- No, no, no.

Good things don't
come easy, my brother.

- Yeah.

[buzzer sounds]
- Count!

- Until tomorrow.

As-salaam alaikum,
brother.

- Straight line.
You know how we do this.

[tense percussive tones]

- When you were
gathering evidence

to prosecute Judge Kibler,

did you ever hear Augustus
Hill's name mentioned?

- No.

- In reference to the
three murder convictions

that Kibler was lenient with,

did you perceive any
sort of pattern?

- No.

- So nothing about these
three men was consistent?

They share the same
style of murder,

same lawyer,
same skin tone?

- Sorry, you're not
gonna be able to

turn this into
something racial.

- That is not
my intention.

- Bullshit!

The only two elements
that are similar

in these three murders
is they were men

and they were guilty.

- Oh, so you're saying
the bribes were random?

- Yes.

- And would you testify
to that in court?

- I never said that
I would testify in court,

and if you try to compel me,
I'll take you to court.

- Now why would
you do that?

You're an assistant
district attorney,

sworn to seeing
justice done.

Now doesn't your definition
of justice extend

to my client?

- Your client?
Please.

The only place that
you are a lawyer

is in your own head.

I see what you're doing,
strutting around,

thumbing your nose
at the system,

thumbing your nose at everything
that I believe in.

It's not him that
I won't help; it's you.

Look, you could
win this case.

Let me give you
some free legal advice,

get yourself a lawyer,
a real fucking lawyer.

- You know
that woman?

- Why do you ask?

- You two seemed
awful familiar.

That's not the bitch that
prosecuted you, is she?

- Marilyn and I,

before I found Allah,

we were engaged
to be married.

[knocking]

I need more
access to phones.

I need to be able
to get calls

as well as make them.

- Well, why don't we just run
a switchboard into your pod?

- Oh, answer a legitimate
request with sarcasm.

- Legitimate request?
- Yes.

- Said, you're an inmate
in a maximum-security prison.

Now if I say yes to you,

what's to stop next guy from
asking for the same thing?

- These are special
circumstances.

- No, they're not.

I hate to break
the news to you, pal,

but in here,
you're nobody special.

You deserve no more
than the next man.

- What is
this about?

Is this because you don't
like what I said

about you
in my book?

- No, this is about the fact
that you always ask for help

and you're never willing to
do anything for me in return.

- Why does there have to be
a trade, a negotiation?

I thought that doing
what's right

would be enough for you.

[tense music]

[indistinct chatter]

- No go, huh?

Oh, damn.

Yo, what was that
you were saying about

nothing good
coming easy?

[sighs] Life in prison
is some tough shit

to wrap your
mind around.

But see, I did.

Like everybody else
in this come hole,

I settled in,
I settled down.

But then when you said
the word "free" to me...

I...

Yo, something inside of me
stirred, you know?

Freedom,
I want my freedom.

- And you shall have it,
my brother.

I swear to you
by almighty god,

and everything
that I hold holy,

you will go free.

- Those files are
confidential.

- Yeah, well, I had this
natural curiosity

about my
fellow man.

- We got the results back
from your needle aspiration.

- Don't dance doctor,
just give it to me straight.

- Okay.

The lump under your nipple
is a stage two breast carcinoma.

- Uh-huh.

- Stage two means that we
caught it relatively early

so your chances
for survival are good.

- Uh-huh.

- The next step is surgery.

Do you have
any questions?

- You're married,
right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, me, too.

You'd like my wife,
she's a real pisser.

- Does the doctor know
what he's talking about?

- She.

- Give me the name of the bitch,
I'll talk to her.

- Would you just
fucking relax?

- Hey, don't get
pissy with me.

I'm the one who's
thinking about you.

- We've known each other
all the way since back

to high school.

We'd fuck for days.

And our friends,
they were amazed

'cause Shannon
never got pregnant.

So one day before
we got married,

she decided to get tested
and we find out that

her tubes or whatever
are blocked,

so she can't have any kids.

I married her anyway...

'cause I knew she felt
like shit.

I knew that she didn't
feel like a woman anymore.

- I gotta go.

- No, no.

Hey, hey, hey.

But I cheated
on her...

A lot.

Oh man, I don't
want to die.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[sobbing]
- It's okay.

McManus: So what's next?

- I have scheduled O'Reilly
to have a mastectomy

tomorrow at
Benchley Memorial.

We'll need transport
and an officer, or two.

- What, you think O'Reilly
will try to escape?

- I'll be assisting
Dr. Sophie Powell.

She's the top breast cancer
surgeon in the state.

-All this sounds expensive.

- Well, it ain't
gonna come cheap.

- Will our insurance
cover it?

- No, and the claims
adjuster insists O'Reilly

have a lumpectomy.

- That's where they
remove the tumor

but not the breast, right?

- Right.

- Now if we can spare the breast
and save some money,

why do a mastectomy?

- Well, lumpectomies
aren't always effective.

They most often have
to be followed up

with radiation or chemo.

- So then the prison's
footing the bill

for this whole
wing-ding?

And how much
is that?

- The surgeon, staff,
and equipment,

in all, $18,000.

- Wow.

- And a lumpectomy
costs what?

- About half that.

- Well, give him
the lumpectomy.

- A patient should
be able to choose

his own medical procedure,
don't you think?

- No, not at these prices,
not if he's a con.

- Look, Ryan O'Reilly's
going through enough shit

dealing with being a man
and having breast cancer.

I mean, His survival depends as
much on the positive outlook

as it does on
the surgery.

- We can do an awful lot
with that $18,000, Gloria.

I don't mean
to sound cold,

but whether Ryan O'Reilly
lives another two months

or another 20 years
means dick to me.

- Leo, the ball's
in your court.

- Give him
the lumpectomy.

Next item.

[tense percussive tones]

- You know,
if you die,

what are we gonna do
about your brother?

[gates slam]

[tense percussive tones]

- Hey, bro.

- Hey, Cyril,
come here.

Hey.

Hey, what's
the matter?

Why are you
so tense?

- I'm not tense.

- Yes, you are.

Your body's all
stiff and shit.

- Well, it's the gates
and the guards.

- Yeah.
- This place is scary.

- Yeah, you got
that right.

- Why do you
live here?

- Because I was bad,
remember?

- Oh, yeah.

- And that's why you're
not bad anymore, right?

- Right.
- Right.

- When you
coming home?

- Not for a while yet.

I'm a little bit sick,

and I gotta have
an operation.

- No.
No operations.

- Cyril.

- No operations.

Mama died in
an operation.

Mama died in
a hospital.

- No, no, Cyril,
stop it.

Look, I'm gonna
be fine, okay?

But if I'm not,
well...

Shannon, she's got
to live her own life,

so if she tells you to
move out of the house...

- I like
our apartment.

- I know you do.

But look,

you may have to go live
with other people

who are more
like you.

So if Shannon tells you
that you gotta go,

I don't want you to cry

and I don't want you to
give Shannon a hard time,

you got me?

'Cause you got to step up
and you gotta be a man, Cyril,

okay?

It's time
to be a man.

[gate slams]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- You're Dr. Nathan?

- No, no,
I'm Dr. Nathan.

- Look, I know he's just
a criminal to you,

but he's my fucking
husband, understand?

Now, I asked around
and this operation

is the cheapest thing
that you can do.

♪ ♪

My husband's life
ain't cheap.

You make sure
that Ryan's okay.

You better
make sure.

♪ ♪

- Yes!

[laughs]

I know who killed Dino.

[siren blaring]

Fuck!

- Hey.

- Hey, are
you ready?

- Sure, let's
fucking do this.

- Dr. Powell's
scrubbing up.

- Been lying here
thinking

my life's in the hands
of a complete stranger.

- But she's
the best.

- I feel better
knowing you're around.

My guardian angel.

- Right.

- No, seriously.

I can't figure out
why the fuck you care,

but I'm glad you do.

Nobody's ever done shit
for me my whole life,

so I'm not very good
at saying thanks.

I owe you, big time.

[hissing]

- Now you think
a doctor or two

would be at the top
of the list

of the greatest person
of the millennium.

I mean,
doctors do research,

discover diseases,
syndromes.

But no one's
gonna put doctors.

Epstein and Barr,

Drs. Guillain
and Barre,

Dr. Downs or Dr. Alzheimer
on any list.

'Cause for all
their hard work,

hearing their names
fills us with dread.

Their names make us sick.

[tense percussive tones]

- You're being transferred
from Em City to unit B.

- I'll miss you.

- Hey, I didn't bribe
a C.O. To kill Beecher,

you did.

- The district attorney's
office has decided

to charge you with conspiracy
to commit murder.

The hearing is
in two weeks.

You want me to arrange
for a public defender?

- Yeah, yeah, I'd really
like to have

some bleeding heart
plead my case.

I'll get my own
fucking lawyer.

- Well, if I were you,

I'd trade up
from the last one.

Schillinger: Jesus,
you fucking cocksucker!

- You asked my advice,
I give you my advice.

You call me
a fucking cocksucker?

- I don't want
your advice.

I want you to make this
conspiracy

to commit murder charge
disappear.

- I'm a lawyer, not
the Amazing Kreskin.

Look, the state's
case is firm.

The guard you bribed is
testifying against you.

And call me crazy,

I think that a law officer
has more credibility than you.

- How much time
am I looking at?

- Ten more years.

- Te--

All right,
so I'll plead out.

- I'm not even sure the D.A.
would be willing to make a deal.

- What about Wittlesey?

I saw her
murder Ross.

- I've informed
the authorities

and demanded
an investigation,

but frankly,
that horse won't hunt.

[tense percussive tones]

- What about my sons?
Any word on them?

- Nope, but, you know,
they'll turn up.

- Yeah, floating in
a fucking river.

They're out there
somewhere.

They're doing crystal meth,
for Christ's sakes.

Will you please
find my boys?

- You got it.

♪ ♪

- Hey, sister Peter Marie
needs this Fed Ex,

Saturday delivery.

Hey Vern, they let you
out of the hole already?

You're mad at me,
aren't you?

Sure, you're mad,
and I understand why.

I fucked up your
chances for parole,

and you're facing
ten more years in Oz

all because of me.

Oh man, I manipulated
you like the dumb-ass

white-trash Neanderthal you are.

You know, you get to know
a lot about a man

when he's fucking
you in the ass.

Oh!
[laughs]

Getting slow there,
sweet pea.

Getting a little soft.

Ooh.

♪ ♪

- Yo, you
Schillinger?

- Schillinger, yeah.

- I hear you used to run
the Aryan brotherhood.

- Yeah.

- That you let Beecher
shit in your face.

- Oh!

[indistinct chatter]

- The brotherhood's
falling apart.

When I ran the brotherhood,
we were feared.

Now even the fucking fags
look tougher.

But listen,
you and me, Mark,

we can take things back
the way they were.

We can rule Oz.

- Where do we start?

- We need a roadkill,

show everybody we're
back in the game.

- So who gets
whacked first?

- The meanest motherfucking
mutt we can find.

♪ ♪

- Prisoner #98V238,
Alexander Vogel,

convicted June 1, '98.

Two counts, murder
in the second degree, theft.

Sentence, 50 years,
up for parole in 30.

♪ ♪

- So you don't know anything
about Alexander Vogel's murder?

But if the Aryan
brotherhood's not involved,

why was "Jew" carved
on his chest?

- Maybe some gang is trying
to lay the blame on us.

We're not the only ones
that hate Jews, you know.

I mean your
people do too.

- You're involved
in this, Schillinger,

I know you are.

- Yeah, well, if
that's true,

prove it.

- I will.

Take him to his cell.

- ♪ Wish I was in
the land of cotton ♪

[humming]

- Hey, nice, nice jack on Vogel.

- Every inmate
knows we did it.

That's what matters.

- So what
happens next?

- Next, we take
care of him.

- We kill Beecher?

- Yeah.

But first,
we make him suffer,

suffer long and hard.

- Maybe the greatest man
of the millennium

was a woman--

Princess Di,
Mother Teresa,

Catherine the Great,
Madam Curie,

Marilyn Monroe.

Say what you want
about her, yo,

she made her little slice
of the millennium

a shitload more interesting.

- Shirley Bellinger,

who was convicted
for the murder

of her four-year-old
daughter,

was sentenced
to death today,

the first woman
in this state to be executed

since 1841.

She will receive
a lethal injection

next month at Oswald
State Penitentiary.

Bellinger's lawyer has
already filed an appeal

in federal court

and will hold
a press conference tomorrow.

Speaking from
the capital,

Governor Devlin said
he supports the sentence

and would not consider
a stay of execution

if petitioned.

- How comfy.

- Yo, imagine being remembered
for 1,000 years,

the things you did
when you was alive,

reaching across time
and touching the lives

of people not yet born.

[laughs]
That's some dream.

Yo, that's why people
write books,

start religions,
find cures,

run for president,
but me,

I don't want to be
a great man.

I don't care

if I'm remembered for
the next 1,000 years.

All I ask,

is if we pass on
the street,

notice me.

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

[bright tone]

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