Oz (1997–2003): Season 3, Episode 1 - The Truth and Nothing But... - full transcript

In the Season Three premiere, Beecher is still in the hospital after Schillinger and Keller broke his bones, Alvarez is still in solitary for blinding Rivera, Adebisi is back in the kitchen and McManus starts dating a newly arrived CO.

[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- [laughing]

Oz.
- Oz.

- Oz.
- Oz.

- Oz.



- Oz.

- Oz.
- Oz.

- [laughing]

- Oz.
- Oz.

- Oz.
- The name on the street

for the Oswald
Maximum Security Penitentiary.

Only--big news--
they've changed the name.

It's now called the Oswald
State Correctional Facility,

Level Four.

I don't know what
the difference is.

Leo Glynn is still Warden.

Sister Peter Marie
is still in psych.

Tim McManus is still
unit manager of Emerald City.

And I know for damn sure
none of us have changed.



Beecher is still
in the hospital

after Schillinger and Keller
broke his bones.

Alvarez is still in solitary
after blinding a CO.

Adebisi?
Still in the loony ward

after changing hats.

[overlapping voices echoing]
Maybe it's truth in advertising.

Maybe by getting rid
of the word "penitentiary,"

the state is finally admitting
that nobody's penitent.

Nobody's sorry.

[overlapping voices stop]

Nobody.

- In our ongoing crusade
to curb state spending,

I have initiated a policy
to put some government services

in the hands
of outside contractors.

Today I am pleased
to announce that Weigert,

a private managed care
corporation,

will take over
health maintenance

in our prison system--a move
that will save taxpayers

$28 million.
- Fuck you.

- But cutting costs
will not cut quality.

So I'd like to introduce
Dr. Frederick Garvey,

who will head the Weigert team.

Dr. Garvey.
- Thank you, Governor Devlin.

Weigert is dedicated to giving
the best possible care

to the 36,000 inmates currently
serving time in our state.

We will do that by securing
the best talent available.

And though we can't guarantee
everyone a job,

our hope is to keep as many
staff members as possible

offering competitive wages
and benefits.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]
[flashbulbs popping]

[ominous music]

[bell rings]
- [groans softly]

- Solitary confinement.

In 1831, Alexis de Tocqueville

visited this country
to study our penal system.

[urine splashes]
- [spits]

- American penitentiaries
were considered the ideal,

enlightened way
to rehabilitation.

Putting a criminal
in solitary

allowed him time
for quiet reflection.

♪ ♪

But no man wants to think
about himself all day,

face the truth about himself
every day...

for the rest of his life.

♪ ♪

- Alvarez, Miguel.

He's on 200 mils of Zoloft.

- He has a history of depression
with suicidal tendencies.

- Sister Peter Marie
make this diagnosis?

- In consultation with me.
- [stammers]

This Zoloft is just wasteful.

Alvarez is in solitary probably
for the rest of his life.

I mean, what's the point
stuffing pills down his throat?

The man is no danger to anybody.

- Except himself.

- Like I said,
he can be self-destructive.

- As of tomorrow I'm taking
Alvarez off the antidepressants.

♪ ♪

- Sorry, my hands are tied.

When the governor
made this deal,

the contract stipulated
that Weigert was to run

the medical side without
any interference from me.

- Yeah, but, Leo,
there's no one you can call?

[stammers]
The president of the company.

- But, see, Weigert
is a subsidiary of Medmore,

which is owned by a large
conglomerate in Berlin,

and mein German
is none too good.

- So this is it, huh?
Huh?

We just let Miguel Alvarez sink
into depression, is that it?

♪ ♪

- Well, I guess I better get
these meds to him

while I still can.
- Yeah, yeah, better hurry.

[door opens]

♪ ♪

- Listen, Miguel.

I want to explain something
to you.

These pills
that I've been giving you

to make you feel better,
to calm you down...

well, I'm not gonna
bring them anymore.

- You're not gonna
come see me?

- No.
Not as often.

- Yeah, my grandpa told me this.

- What do you mean?

- He, uh, he told me yesterday

you weren't gonna
come visit me no more.

- Your grandfather?
- Uh-huh.

- Yesterday?

- Uh-huh.

- Miguel, your grandfather
is dead.

- Don't go.

♪ ♪

- I have other patients.
- Shh. Shh.

- Miguel.
- Shh.

♪ ♪

You know, I, um...

I liked working in the ward
as an orderly.

♪ ♪

I liked working with you.

♪ ♪

You cared.

♪ ♪

Gracias.

- De nada.

[tense music]

[cell door opens and closes]

♪ ♪

He told me
that he spoke to his--

his grandfather...
yesterday.

Anyway, uh, Sister Peter Marie

will still be monitoring him.

But you and Miguel have had
a special relationship

since he first came to Oz,
so...

we just thought you should...
know.

- I appreciate that.

I was just about to go over
to solitary

to distribute Holy Communion.

- I know a hundred barrio boys
like Miguel.

I watched a lot of them end up
in a place like this.

I watched a lot of them die.

[sighs]

I'm not sure how much longer
I can do this.

♪ ♪

[door closes]
- Thank you.

Miguel?

I came to offer you
the Holy Sacrament.

- I already told you
that I can't go to Communion.

'Cause before I go to Communion,
I got to go to confession,

and I can't confess.

- Why not?

Could you leave us alone,
please?

Miguel, what you say to me
is between you and God.

I'm not compelled
to tell anyone.

- Yeah.
You know?

The same drill, you know?

I-I jabber on about
how Rivera got blinded,

and you tell me
that I got to do what's right,

and I gotta rat on
everybody else who was involved.

I won't do that shit.

- You won't?
Or you can't?

- You took your vows
going into priesthood, right?

Yeah, I took mine
going into El Norte.

- You know, I came to visit
your grandfather in this cell.

Maybe the next one.
- This one.

And he's still here.

- We talked about you
and Maritza having the baby.

♪ ♪

Remember how sad you were
when the baby died?

♪ ♪

- Them wafers,
what are they made out of?

- Flour.

♪ ♪

- Fuck it.
Give me one.

- No, I can't give you a wafer.
I can't just give you--

Miguel!
Miguel!

I said no!
- Please. Please.

Please, don't leave.

Please?

♪ ♪

- Why'd you do that?

What's going on?

Miguel.

- Not unless you make this
a confessional,

and you fucking promise me

that you ain't gonna say nothing
to nobody.

- All right.

- All right, um...

listen, what happened
with Rivera, right?

He's a hack.

So all the other hacks,
they forget to feed me.

- How often do they forget?

- Um, I eat about
just twice a week, you know?

- Shit!
Miguel, you have to--

- You promised me.
You promised me.

♪ ♪

I don't get any water,
you know?

- So what have you
been drinking?

- [laughs]
Stuff from the toilet.

My own piss.

♪ ♪

[buzzer]
- And up!

- AAP-217, 2H24...

- 96J, 522, 98H,

498, 92M...

- In Emerald City,
you will follow the routine.

We will tell you when to sleep,
when to eat,

when to work, when to shit.

You will follow the rules.

No yelling, no fighting,
no fucking.

These are your sponsors.

They will help you get adjusted
to life in Oz.

Kareem Said.
Hamid Khan.

- Salamu alaykum.
- Raoul Hernandez.

- Alaykum as-salam.
- Carlo Ricardo.

Kenny Wangler.
Malcolm Coyle.

[both whisper indistinctly]

- Prisoner number 99C-122,
Malcolm Coyle.

- Yeah, motherfucker!
What? What? What?

- [shouts]
[gunshots echoing]

[golf clubs clatter]

- Convicted January 17, 1999.

Grand larceny, armed robbery,
assault with a deadly weapon,

assault of a police officer.

Sentence: 50 years.

Up for parole in 20.

- Yo, yo, this my nigga
right here, Coyle.

- Aight, aight.
- Yo, what's up, man?

Call me Snake.
- Yeah, Junior Pierce.

- Yo, yo, Snake.

- All right,
Arnold Jackson.

- Arnold?
Who this, Willis?

- Yeah.
[both chuckle]

The Arnold
formerly known as Poet.

- Nigga, I don't
write poetry no more.

- Even so, partner, you got to
get a better name than Arnold.

What the hell are y'all doing,

watching some little
kiddie show?

- Nah, this ain't no regular
kiddie show.

- Word, this is
"Miss Sally's Schoolyard."

[overlapping chatter]
- Well, "Sally's Schoolyard"

look like a bunch
of stupid puppets to me.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- [inhales sharply]
- Ohh!

- Mmm! God damn!
- Jesus!

Look at them melons.
- Damn!

- God, mama! Damn!
- Lucky puppets, yo.

- Whoo! Mama!
- Lucky fucking puppets.

- Mmm, damn!
- God!

- Hey, Wangler.
- Bam!

- Ooh-woo!
- Wangler.

- What?
- Mr. Nappa wants to see you.

[sighs]
Nappa.

- Kenny.
- No, no. "Bricks."

I told you a million times,
"Bricks."

That Kenny Wangler shit is dead.
- Bricks.

- You show Mr. Nappa
some respect.

- Oh, it's all right, Chucky.

He and I are business partners.

We don't stand on formality.

- [clicks tongue]

- Tomorrow,
everybody gets healthy.

So I don't want
this Snake to hear

too much about our operation.

- Look, that's my roll dog.
He all right, all right?

He seems all right at least.

- Well, seems isn't good enough.

Tell him nothing until
we're sure he's not undercover.

- How you want
to be sure of that?

- Oh, put him to a test.

- Test?
What you want me to do?

- On the corner,
don't you have some way

to measure a fella's loyalty?

- Yeah, we got something
like that.

What? Fuck this nigga, yo!
[overlapping shouting]

Fuck! What?

What? Fuck!

All right, stop, stop!
All right, stop!

♪ ♪

Come on, motherfucker.
Get up, nigga.

Look at that.
One love, one love.

- [laughs]
- Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Yeah, nigga!

[tense hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Yo, he down with us.

[ominous music]

- Jailhouse confessions.

You always got to take them
with a grain or two of salt.

Of course there is the chance
that the inmate

doing the confessing
is actually telling the truth.

But more likely
it's a half-truth.

Half...truth.

Huh.

How come it's never called
a half-lie?

♪ ♪

- No!
[struggling]

[murmuring]

No! No! No!

Stop!
Don't touch me!

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

- Peter, you used to be
so neat and clean.

♪ ♪

Come on.
Come on.

[water splashes]

Come on.
Come on.

- DiPirro, he was working
Psych that night.

- [whispers indistinctly]

- Couldn't believe
his fucking eyes.

Adebisi protected Schibetta.
- Shh.

- And then washed
the kid's face.

Go figure that one out, Skipper.

Adebisi fucks Schibetta
up the ass,

and now he's his goddamn
fucking guardian angel?

- Yeah, well, we keep hearing
how Adebisi's a changed man,

but I wonder.

- DiPirro thinks he's getting
out of Psych Ward soon.

- Now this could be useful.

- Simon, I've decided
to send you back

into the general population.

- You think that I'm ready?

- Well, for the past month,

I've reduced your dosage
of Xanax

and you haven't demonstrated
any violent behavior,

so, uh, yeah, you're ready.

- The question is, do I
put you back in Emerald City?

- I hope yes.

But if you don't,
I understand.

It's because of the trouble
I caused.

- There are plenty of guys in
there have issues against you.

- I will apologize
to each person that I've hurt.

Starting with you, McManus.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

- Apology accepted.
Let's go.

♪ ♪

[buzzer]

- Hey, look, Adebisi's back.

What's up, Africa?
- Is he okay?

- Back from the bush.

♪ ♪

- I thought the road
to my salvation was Africa,

but there's nothing pure
in Africa.

It is backwards,
diseased, corrupt.

I was dancing in circles.

I don't want to live in a hut.

By taking Jara's life,
you saved mine.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

♪ ♪

I'd like to work
back in the kitchen, please.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

But we have an arrangement
with Wrangler.

I don't want you selling tits.

- Trust me.

I'm done with drugs.

♪ ♪

- All right, what the fuck?

I know you don't believe him,
do you?

- Maybe I do.
Maybe I don't.

- Come on, all that bullshit
about Africa and trust?

[scoffs] He's setting us up.
- Well, that remains to be seen.

- Fuck that--I'm twistin'
the shit first chance I get--

- Nah, you don't touch him
unless I give the say-so.

- [clicks tongue]
Bullshit!

Fuck what you say!
- Nah, this is not bullshit.

You take a walk.

♪ ♪

- Skipper, why not
let him kill Adebisi?

It's no skin off of us.

- You know,
Wrangler's very cocky.

If our Nigerian friend's
change of heart is real,

he could be worth plenty
to us alive.

- Come on, guys, move it.
[claps once]

You guys are moving like a bunch
of turtles this morning.

Come on.
- Hey, Adebisi.

What are you up to?
- Nothing.

- Look, this is me
you're talking to.

You're gonna tell me
you're not gonna get revenge

on the wops and Wangler?

- That's right.
- Look.

Whatever drugs they had you on
in the psych ward,

I hope you brought some
to share.

- Come on, man.
Watch where you going.

- Excuse me.

♪ ♪

- He don't look
so fuckin' tough to me.

♪ ♪

- Ah!
[knife slashes]

- [screams]

- Move it, Adebisi.

- Okay, boss.

[whistles melody]

[tone beeps]

- They changed the name?

- Yeah, catchy, huh?

Sign in, please.

- My, uh, father
used to work here.

Maybe you knew him?

Samuel Hughes.

- Sammy Hughes!
Why, sure.

You Sammy's kid?
- Uh-huh.

- Your dad, he's, uh...
still missed.

- Thank you.

- So, what brings you back?

- I'm here to see Leo,
my warden,

about applying for a job.

- No. Absolutely not.

- Why?
I completed CO training.

Came in second in my class.

- Does your mother know
about this?

- I want to surprise her.
- [laughs] Oh.

You're gonna surprise her,
all right.

You're gonna give her
heart failure.

- Not if I have your support.

Leo, after Dad died,
you were always there for me.

Be there for me now.

- When the hell
did you grow up?

The last time I looked,
you were seven.

- Come on, Leo, listen--
- Clayton...

look, I promised your father
I'd watch out for you.

- I want to be a CO.

Like you.
Like Dad.

- Clayton--
- Leo, if you don't hire me,

another prison will.

♪ ♪

- [groans]

I want to welcome you all
to Oswald Correctional.

As a Level Four prison,
we handle some

of the most dangerous men
in the state.

I myself stood where
you're standing 30 years ago.

Only, in those days,
we were called guards

and we had to wear hats.

Bad hats.
[laughter]

The warden back then gave us
a piece of advice

that I'd like
to pass along to you.

"Be aware and beware."

My own little addendum
is "Be fair."

Again...welcome.

[applause]

- Some speech.
- What, you didn't like it?

- Sounds like you said
the same thing

a hundred times before.

So, where are you assigning me?

Unit B?
Solitary?

Death row?
- Somewhere you'll be safe.

[buzzer]
- If you'd all just get

into one line, I will take care
of everybody one at a time.

- She ain't got I.D.
- I understand that, sir,

but I can't let you in
without your I.D.

Ma'am, I'll be with you
in one second.

One second, please--if you
could just get into one line.

- Think you could do something?
- Yeah, if you could just

put down your first--your--
just your entire name, sir.

Thank you very much.
One second, ma'am.

- Listen, listen.
- Yes, your entire name.

[babies crying]
[overlapping shouting]

- You're the new girl.

- Girl?

- Yeah, you know.

I'm Diane Whittlesey.

- Claire Howell.

- How was your first day?

- Uneventful.

- That's good.

- I don't know.

I like a little action.

- Yeah, just wait.

- Speaking of action.

Who's the cute guy
who's running Emerald City?

- Tim McManus?

- He available?

- Yeah, far as I know.

- What?
You used to fuck him?

- Yeah, actually, I did.

So, if there's anything
you need,

don't hesitate to ask me.

- Don't you worry
about me, honey.

I can take care of myself.

♪ ♪

- Oh, yes, I'm sure you can.

♪ ♪

- [knocks on door]

- Mm-hmm?
- Hi.

Claire Howell.
We met earlier.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
Hi.

- Working late?
- No.

I'm just finished,
as a matter of fact.

- Want to have dinner?

- Huh?

- Would you like
to have dinner with me?

- I, uh...

- Don't tell me
you're the kind of guy

who can't handle
a woman askin' him out.

- Uh, no, no, no.

Uh, as a matter of fact,
I-I find it kind of ballsy.

- So, what do you say?

There's a Romanian restaurant
around the corner

I've been dying to try.

- Romanian, huh?

Well, why not?

- I'll meet you
in the parking lot.

- Okay.

- And you see, love...

love is the ultimate half-truth.

[overlapping chatter]

[all speaking Spanish]

- Hey.
I missed you.

Hi.

[all speaking Spanish]

- Sit, sit.

But...

hey, where's Mommy?

- Oh, she couldn't come.
- Yeah, she's got the flu.

- Yeah.
- She sends her love.

- And this.
- This place is fucked up, man.

- It don't look so bad to me.

- You're in that special unit,
right?

- Yeah, but it's nice,
you know?

Clean.
They call it Emerald City.

- They had the riot in there.
- That was like two years ago.

- Even so--
- [speaking Spanish]

It's gonna be fine.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't worry about me.
Okay?

Don't worry about me.

♪ ♪

- Carlo.

You had a good visit
with your family?

- Yeah.
They brought these.

- All right.
It's good to have family, man.

- Yeah, I don't know.

- You don't know what?

- I don't know.

- You don't know what?

- I don't know what it is
to have family, man.

- Wait.

You saying a guy
don't need a family?

- Hey, I didn't need one.

Got sent to juvie when I was
nine years old for five years.

Got out and got sent back up

till I was about,
what, 18?

Then I got sent to Lardner,
15 years.

So by the time I got out,
my family was either dead, gone,

or they didn't want nothin'
to do with me.

- Oh, my baby,
you spent your whole life.

You were raised
by the system.

- Guess what, man,
I'm proud of it.

- You're proud of it?

- You want to play?
Here.

♪ ♪

- I swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help me, God.

So help me...God.

So help me, God.

- What do you got there?
- What?

- That letter you just pocketed.
What's in it?

- What letter?

♪ ♪

- I saw you.

- Get glasses, man.

- All right, give it to me.

- Got nothing to give.

- Listen, Hoyt.

You want to start pulling scams
in here behind my back,

I'll get you transferred
out of here faster

than you can fucking spit.

- [snorts and spits]

♪ ♪

- You have to do something
for me.

[echoing]
For me. For me.

♪ ♪

- [stammering]
Ryan! Ryan!

- Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.

Shh, shh.

Shh, it's okay.
It's okay.

Did you have
that bad dream again, hmm?

Yeah?
Yeah?

Did you?

- [crying]

- No, shh, it's okay.

Come here.
Come here.

It's okay.
It's okay.

- [sobbing]
- It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.
Don't worry about it.

[overlapping chatter]

No.

Fuck off.

- It's your job to serve me.

[tongs clang]

- Fuck!

- And what is your problem, man?

- Leave me the fuck alone.

- I wish I could, man.
I got potatoes to peel.

♪ ♪

Oh, I see.

This little hissy fit's
about Schillinger.

You ain't get a chance
to make him pay

for porking your brother, huh?

- Fuck you, Arnold.
- [laughs]

Why don't you just throw
some ground glass in his food

like you did to Nino Schibetta?

He's still dead.

♪ ♪

- Adebisi killed Nino.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

- I mean,
I'd fucking airhole him,

but he's always got the Aryans
or the bikers around him.

I just can't get
fucking close.

- Unless...

- Unless?

Who knew?
You think like I do.

- [laughs]
That's a scary thought.

♪ ♪

- [knocks on door]
Hey, Jaz.

I need an ask.

- Don't do asks.

- All right,
then how about a trade?

Tits for tat?
- Talk to me.

- This'll get you in deep shit
with Schillinger, man.

- Fuck Schillinger.
- All right.

I got a package coming in
on Thursday.

I need you to slide it
through the X-ray

without Big Brother
seeing what's inside.

- No problem.
- What, that's it?

You don't want to know
what I'm bringing in?

- Your business.

- Besides, you'll know when
you scan the box, right?

- Right.

- I cleared it with Hoyt.

He's gonna make sure
our package gets through

without anyone knowing, okay?

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[scanner clicks]

♪ ♪

[conveyer belt whirring]

♪ ♪

- The fuck, man?

♪ ♪

- Brass knuckles?

- Yeah, they're a birthday gift
from my aunt.

I didn't ask her to send them.

She's a fucking nutjob.
- Right, right.

And Hoyt, when you saw these
come up on the screen,

why didn't you tell the CO?

- Didn't see 'em.
- You didn't see 'em?

I imagine sitting there looking
at the screen all day,

your vision gets kind of blurry.

- Yeah, blurry.

- Well, good news then.

I'm changing
your work assignment.

You're out of the mail room
and up making ladies' dresses.

- Fuck.
- And O'Reilly?

- Yeah?

- Tell your aunt, next birthday,
socks!

- Yeah.
It's funny.

- In the meantime,
no gym privileges for a week.

You can both go.
[keys clacking]

- We got off easy.
- Yeah.

- No thanks to your pal,
Vern Schillinger.

Thought you two were jig-time.

- Yeah, me too.
- If I was you,

I'd teach that fuck
a lesson.

♪ ♪

- [quick breaths]

♪ ♪

[overlapping shouting]

- Come on, motherfucker!
- Come on!

[overlapping shouting]

[buzzer]

[overlapping shouting]

♪ ♪

- Fuck you, man!
- [spits]

♪ ♪

[spits] Open this fucking door,
motherfucker!

- O'Reilly, you hear
what happened in the gym?

The bikers attacked Schillinger.

- Is he dead?

- Escaped without a scratch.

- God damn it!
Fuck!

- Want some pretzels?

♪ ♪

- Mmm!
- Oh!

- Speaking of tits.
[laughter and chatter]

- [whistles]
- Party time.

- Ooh.
[overlapping chatter]

[buzzer]

♪ ♪

- Hi, there.

I'm Shirley.

- Yeah, I know.

Shirley Bellinger.

Only woman on death row.

Looks like I'm the only man.

- Adam and Eve.
- [scoffs] No.

This ain't no Garden of Eden.

- What's your name?

- Uh, Richie.

Richie Hanlon.

- Who'd you kill?

- No one.
- Me neither.

My daughter...
she died in a terrible accident.

I lost control of the car
and she drowned.

- Yeah.

- And you?

- I'm a victim
of circumstances.

- Mmm.

You're appealing.

- Huh?
- The verdict.

- Oh, sure.

You?
- Mine comes up next week.

Lawyer says judge might overturn
on a technicality.

Fingers crossed.

Show me your prick.

- What?

- You show me your prick,

and I'll show you my pussy.

- I'm gay.

- Look, I don't care
if you're Portuguese.

I don't want to die

with never having seen
another prick again.

You and me,
we're all we've got now.

We have to help each other.

Show me.

Please, show me.

Show me.

♪ ♪

Stick it through
a little farther.

Well, well...

you must have made some boy
very, very happy.

[both laugh]

- White America believes
a black man

is criminal by nature.

- That's why we're six times
more likely be sent to prison

for the very same crime
committed by a white man.

- But while we are in Oz,
we must remember

the most important jihad,
"jihad bil nafs."

That is the battle within,
my brother.

It is striving inside
for purity.

Hamid, you are new to us.

So it is essential
that you understand.

Violence is only to be used

in the most extreme
of circumstances.

Do I make myself clear?

[overlapping shouting]
[buzzer]

[gunshot echoing]

- I've read your books,
Minister Said.

I know you are resolved
to overthrow the system.

- By using the system
against itself.

Using their laws
to expose our truths.

During the riot,
eight prisoners were killed.

20 more were injured.

[overlapping shouting]

State Commission
absolved the governor

of any responsibility.

But since that time,
I've been quietly contacting

the family members
of all the dead inmates

in order to bring a class action
suit against the administration.

- Our hope is that the courts
will rule in our favor,

declaring the governor guilty
once and for all.

- And you will serve as
the lawyer, Brother Minister?

- Oh, yes, my brother.

Along with one of the country's
top litigators,

one Arnold Zelman.

- A Jew?

- You rein that in.

It's important at times like
these that we remain ecumenical.

Besides, I'll be handling
the heart of the case.

[bell rings]

I must go.

I have a meeting
with Scott Ross' sister.

- Scott Ross, who's he?

- It's one of the inmates
that was killed in the riot.

[bell rings]

- Miss Ross?
- Yes.

- I'm Kareem Said.

Thank you for coming.

- I feel terrible.

I never visited Scott here.

Not even once.

Meant to, of course.

Started and stopped
a couple of times, but...

You know, Scott and me...

we were never close, really.

We came from different mamas.

- Ahh.

- Even so...

He was my brother.

I'm sorry.

Promised myself
I wouldn't do this.

Oh, thanks.

I'm sorry, thank you.

- No need to apologize,
Miss Ross.

This is a horrific place.

You have every right
to feel emotional.

[buzzer]

- I got your letter, um...

About the lawsuit.

You said the guards used...

- Excessive force.

In other words, they went
way beyond what was necessary

to win that riot.

Miss Ross, your brother's life
was needlessly lost.

Will you join us?

- No.

♪ ♪

- No, Miss Ross?
May I ask why?

- I grew up with Scott.

He was a mean boy,
and he became a mean man.

I don't know much about
how things work about

how the other prisoners behaved.

My guess is, if the guards
used excessive force on Scott,

he probably deserved it.

♪ ♪

- Hmm.

♪ ♪

- Why are you staring at me
like that?

- Sorry.

I--

Miss Ross, of course
I respect your decision, okay?

But I do hope
you will reconsider.

This is not just
some frivolous lawsuit.

I'm trying to stop brutality.

- Uh-huh.

Well...

I sure know what it's liked
to get treated badly.

- Yeah.

I can see that you do.

♪ ♪

Once again,
thank you for coming.

♪ ♪

- It's called miscegenation,
mixing of the races.

That's
M-I-S-C-E-G-E-N-A-T-I-O-N.

I get that spelling right?

- What exactly are you after,
Schillinger?

- Oh, it's not about what
I'm after, Your Holiness.

It's you.

I saw you in the visiting room

with that piece
of trailer park trash.

- That was a business meeting.

- What kind of business?

What?
Monkey business?

Oh, shit, sorry.

Forgot I'm not supposed
to call you people monkeys.

♪ ♪

- Everybody sit down.

- Yeah, sit, boys.

Ask your minister how come
he's making goo-goo eyes

at a white gal.

- That is not true.

- You go ahead and deny it.

I know what I saw.

♪ ♪

- There are some confessions

that you can't even make
to yourself.

Yearnings, desires...

that if you admitted to having,

you'd have to stop being
who you are.

And the facade you've built
so carefully would crumble,

exposing to those around you
what really makes you tweak.

[glass squeaking]

♪ ♪

[buzzer]

- And up!

- Busmalis, move your big,
ugly ass.

- I'm almost done, sir.

[glass squeaks]

- Yeah.

Perhaps you are.

♪ ♪

- Hey, what are you doing?
Hey!

- How's that feel?
Hmm? Hmm?

That's how Mark Mack felt when
your tunnel collapsed on him.

That's right, I haven't
forgotten you killed Mark.

I never believed
that was an accident.

- [gasps]
- Are you suffocating?

♪ ♪

Get him to the hospital.

♪ ♪

- You want to see me,
Rebadow?

Some kind of emergency?

- Busmalis, how is he?

- Well, he's still
having trouble breathing.

We got him hooked to oxygen.

- The man's a Nazi.

- Busmalis?

- Him, Metzger.

- He is tough.
I'll give you that.

- McManus, even you
can't be so blind.

- Even me?

- Metzger is one of them,
The Aryan Brotherhood.

Since he arrived,
too many things have happened

favoring the Aryans.

Robert Sippel being crucified.

Tobias Beecher getting
his arms and legs broken.

- I know.

- If you know,
how does Metzger keep his job?

- [whispers]
He won't for long.

I may be blind,
but I'm not dumb.

[door closes]

♪ ♪

- Oh, what's the word
on Busmalis?

- Do you really care?

- Wouldn't ask if I didn't.

- You care, uh, why?

Because you used
excessive force,

you're afraid it'll look bad
on your record?

- I did not use
excessive force.

- The man almost died.

- But he didn't.

- Yeah.

'Cause you knew
exactly when to let go.

What's the motto?

"Choke 'em till you smell shit"?

♪ ♪

Nice tattoo.

- Souvenir of a misspent youth.

♪ ♪

- Metzger.

I know who you are.

I know what you are.

- All I am is a highly trained
underpaid member

of the Correctional Officers
Benevolent Association.

But if I am
what you think I am...

you should tiptoe.

- Is that a threat?

- I'm merely reminding you
who your friends are.

Remember who you want standing
next to you when one

of these fucks comes after you
with a knife.

- So, before Metzger came
to town, he lived in Montana,

where he was part
of the White Supremacy Warriors.

- Are you sure of this, Tim?

- I got a friend who works
in the FBI who verified it.

- Well, even so,
you can't fire a man

for what he did
15 years ago.

I need proof that he's in
cahoots with Vern Schillinger,

and that he's responsible
for what happened

to Busmalis, Beecher,
and the others.

- Nobody'll testify
against Metzger.

- Well, the union's not gonna
let us do anything

without evidence.

He's also very popular
with the other COs.

I don't need any more
morale problems.

- So we let him stay on board
till maybe he kills somebody.

- I have no choice.

- Even though he thinks of you
as a nigger?

♪ ♪

- What'd you say?
- A nigger.

- If you're trying
to piss me off,

you're succeeding.

I don't want Metzger
in this building

one minute longer
than you do,

but if I'm gonna take him down,
I'm gonna need ammunition.

- All right,
I'll see what I can do.

- Well, Tobias, it appears
all your bones are healed.

I want to keep the brace on
for a couple of days,

but I'm sending you back
to Em City.

You might want to use this
till you're feeling steady.

- Yeah, that'll come in handy.

- You need to cut
those fingernails.

- I will, soon as I get back
to my pod.

- Hi, Tim.
- Hi, Gloria.

Listen, I know that Carl Metzger
was at least

partially responsible
for both of your, uh, accidents.

Beecher, I want you
to testify against him.

You too, Busmalis.

- [murmurs indistinctly]

- Mm-hmm.

Beecher?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

Yeah, Metzger escorted me to
the gym, then he left me there.

[groans and exhales]

- Then what happened?

- [chuckles]
I don't remember.

[screaming]

[bone snaps]

[scream echoing]

You know, the human mind
has a wonderful ability

to erase the unpleasant parts
of life.

♪ ♪

- Hello, Tobias.

- Dude's in a fucking
body cast, yo.

- Is he okay?

- Oh, he's gotta have
painkillers.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[sighs]

- Beecher?

- Yeah?

- Look, I know there's no reason
for you to believe me, but, um--

- You're sorry?

- Yeah.

- And you promise
you'll never do it again.

- Look.

Toby, I'm serious.

- No doubt.

- Three months
you were in the hospital,

I had a lot of time to think.

- Of me?

- Look, what I did was wrong.

I've been trying to figure out
a way to prove to you

that I'm truly sorry.

And I do love you.

- [scoffs and laughs]

- How 'bout I fuck you
in the ass?

- Fuck.

How 'bout you break my arm?

- Mmm, I'm gonna do
a shitload more than that.

- Break my arm, break both
my arms, bend my legs,

break every fuckin' bone
in my body.

I'm not gonna tell
the hacks nothin'.

- How stupid do you think I am?

You let me break your legs...

And then you snitch on me.

- I won't, I swear.

- Swear.
Promise.

Take an oath, make a vow.

Then go fuck yourself.

[nail file scraping]

- Look, there's got
to be something I can do.

- There is.

There is one thing
that you can do

that will make me believe
that you are truly sorry.

- What's that?

♪ ♪

- [sniffs]

Confess.

Tell McManus that you and Vern
and Metzger attacked me.

- See, I do that,
they're gonna cut off my balls.

- Oh, yeah, that's right.

- Okay, hey.
Okay, motherfucker.

What?
You want a confession?

You want a fucking confession?

Okay, but I'm leaving Metzger
and Schillinger out of it.

- Not good enough!

- All right,
I'll tell McManus everything.

- I'll hold my breath.
- Hey, fuck you, you fuck!

I got to see McManus.

- Crying about, Keller?
- I want to see McManus.

Just take me to McManus.

♪ ♪

- Beecher, what the hell
is going on?

- I don't know.

- [sighs] Come with me.
Come on.

Come on. Come on!
- Ah! Fuck!

Let me get my cane.
- No, you don't need it.

Come on.
Go.

This way.

♪ ♪

Tell me
what the fuck is going on.

What did you say to Keller?

Why is he going
to see McManus?

♪ ♪

- I don't know.

- You know, you cocksucker.

Tell me.

♪ ♪

Tell me.

♪ ♪

[grunts and screams]

♪ ♪

[screaming]

Aah!

♪ ♪

[gasping]

♪ ♪

[static on radio]

♪ ♪

[static on radio]

♪ ♪

- Schillinger, come on.

- What's up?

- McManus and Glynn
want to have a little chat.

- About what?

- Your little pal Keller
confessed.

Put you and Metzger in
for the beating on Beecher.

- Horseshit.
He'd never do that.

- Did. Now the piper's looking
for his paycheck.

- Nice try.

- You fucked up, Vern.
You trusted him.

- Keller knows if he fucks
with me, he's a dead man.

- Well, not if he's in
protective custody, sweetheart.

[buzzer]

♪ ♪

- Truth is a powerful thing.

♪ ♪

It can right a wrong...

♪ ♪

Or make a bad thing worse.

♪ ♪

But in Oz, the truth is...

If the facts don't fit
the truth...

fuck the facts.

♪ ♪

[beeping over PA]

♪ ♪

- Lights out!

Lights out!

[bell rings]

♪ ♪

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[man screams]

[bright tone]