Oz (1997–2003): Season 3, Episode 2 - Napoleon's Boney Parts - full transcript

No one knows who killed Metzger. Meanwhile, McManus hires his friend Sean Murphy as a C.O. and he launches a boxing program. Hill faces a dilemma when a new inmate reveals a terrible crime....

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

- Napoleon Bonaparte--
a poor Italian boy

who grew up to be
the emperor of the French

and almost the whole world.

Well, maybe "grew up" is
the wrong way to say it,

you know, since he was
never taller than 5'2",

but you don't have to be
a big man

to make a big difference.

[tense percussive tones]



♪ ♪

- I'm telling you,
Metzger's dead.

- What happened?

- Someone cut his throat.

- Who?
- Nobody knows.

- Well, then you find out.

- I'm glad Metzger's dead.

- He beat me for no reason.

- You may be glad
the fucker's gone

till somebody worse
takes his place.

♪ ♪

- Leo, you know the relationship
between the unit manager

and his CO supervisor has to be

one of mutual respect and trust.



- Yes.

- So I don't want
to promote someone

who's already working here,

someone who already has
their loyalties,

their prejudices.

I want to bring in a CO
from the outside.

- You know a guy?

- Yes, Sean Murphy.
We grew up together.

He's been working
the last eight years at Attica.

I trust him with my life, Leo.

- In this job, you'll have to.

- So is that a yes?

- Do I ever say no to you?

- Well, good, because
he's already on his way!

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- I don't get
these fucking hacks.

One of their own gets offed,
and it's, like, no big deal.

No lockdown. No inquiry.

No memorial service.

- Maybe they knew
Metzger was with us.

- Maybe we ought to start
an investigation of our own.

Hey, watch your step, asshole.

[men laughing]

- You spit in my food.

- Yeah, no shit.

Now, sit down here
and eat it.

♪ ♪

Here we go.

Mmm.

- Ryan, come on.
We're late making breakfast.

- I told you.

We're not working the kitchen
this morning, all right?

I have to go see my lawyer.

- I'm hungry.

I-I can go myself.

- No, you can't.
- I'm hungry!

- Would you quit
sweating me, Cyril?

[bell rings]

- Come on, O'Reily.
I need some tits.

[tense percussive tones]

- All right, just a sec.

- Hey. Hey, Cyril.

Hey. Hey. Cyril.

- Hello.
- Jim Robson.

Remember me?

- No.
- I was in--

I was in Unit B
when you first came into Oz.

I'm buddies with Vern.

Hey, first time since then
I seen you without your brother.

- Ryan's coming.
- Oh, he's no fun.

But you and me, huh?

We could have some fun.

Why don't you give me
some of that sweet pussy

I've been hearing about, huh?

- Knock it off!
Knock it off!

- He started swinging
at me first!

- You're both going
to the Hole, do you hear?

- Fuck off!

♪ ♪

- Hey, Gloria.

I just met with my lawyer.

Because I confessed to having
Cyril kill your husband,

the DA agreed to only add on
40 years to my sentence.

Life plus 40 fucking years,
Gloria!

All for you.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

Cyril.

Cyr...

♪ ♪

- I want to see my brother.

I want to see my brother!

- Timmy, when you called me up
about working here, I was--

- Apprehensive?

- Oz doesn't exactly have
the best reputation these days.

- Yeah, but Sean,
that's why I want you here.

I think you and me together
could turn this place around.

- Hey! McManus!

You gotta get my brother
out of the Hole, man.

- He hit another inmate.

- Oh, come on.
You know what that's about.

These Nazi fucks,
they taunt him.

Cyril wouldn't provoke a fight,
and you know it.

- Okay.

- This is fuckin' bullshit!

- I said okay.
I'll look into it.

Now, get lost.

Jesus Christ.

- Who's that?

- Ryan O'Reily.

- Good Irish mug?

- Well, I don't know
about good, but, yeah.

You know, I actually saw
that little brouhaha.

Got me thinking.

At Attica, you organized
a boxing program, right?

- Yeah.

- Well, maybe we could try
something like that here.

- Great.

All we need is time, gloves,
and a good insurance policy.

- Each group--
the Muslims, the Irish,

the Italians, whatever--
will promote one boxer,

and then we'll have a series
of elimination bouts

until there are two finalists,

and then we have
the big championship bout.

- Organized violence.

- It's worked
in other prisons, Ray.

- No, he's right.

Whether it's rodeo or baseball,

sporting events focus
the inmates' aggression

in a very positive way.

- Well,
it's not their aggressions

I'm concerned about,
it's the gambling.

You start something like this,
the bets are gonna be all over.

- It's already
all over the place, Leo.

These guys bet on everything
from the Super Bowl

to ticktack-fuckin'-toe.

I mean, it's not like drugs.

It's not hurting anyone.

Leo?

- Well, let's see if
the commissioner signs off.

- You know,
I've done some boxing before.

- Yeah, me too.

- Yeah, where,
the Special Olympics?

My brother Cyril is
a Golden Gloves champ.

- Is there gonna be a purse?
- No.

- Then what's the point?

- For the greater glory
of your tribe.

♪ ♪

- That's right.
Hit that fuckin' thing.

Harder! Hit that thing.

- Jab, jab, right.
Jab, jab, right.

Jab, jab, right.

Jab, jab, right.
Jab, jab, right.

- Napoleon once said that men
are more easily governed

by their vices
than their virtues.

[bell dings]

- One. Two. Three. Four.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

That's it.

- He also said

there's only one step
from the sublime

to the ridiculous.

Napoleon must've known
Tim McManus.

- Yo. McManus.

- Coyle, I got your new
work assignment, barber shop.

- Yo, what's up
with that, McManus?

Snake working in the kitchen
with me.

- Gee, Kenny, I thought
I was still running this unit.

- I told you
to stop calling me Kenny.

My name is Bricks.

- Bricks, right.

- This is Nappa's doing.

- Think so?
- Sure.

Dago's got a hair across
his wrinkly ass for me.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- Nappa.

Yo, Nappa.

- Get those bottles
out of here from...

- Yo. Nappa.

Italiano.

Nappa!

- It's Mr. Nappa.

- Why you take Snake
out the kitchen?

- It wasn't me.

McManus had his own plans
for the boy.

- Get him to change his mind.

- There are some things
not even I am capable of.

- Fuck out of here.
That's bullshit.

- Okay, I don't like and I don't
trust your little pal, Coyle.

- I do.

- Well, then, the two of you
can cuddle in the privacy

of your cell, but he's not
working in my cafeteria.

Are we clear on that, Bricks?

- Now get to work.

- So, your father
was a barber, huh?

- Hmm? Oh, yeah.

I cut my teeth
watching him cut hair.

- Good. I could use some real
help around here, you know?

The guys they send me don't know
the difference between

a Princeton and a bowl cut.

How's that?

- Nice.
- Yeah?

Good.

Anything else?

- I wouldn't mind a shave.

- Oh, well, I wouldn't mind
a blow job from Neve Campbell.

- Yo, I'll shave him.

I need the practice.

- Suit yourself, chief.

I'm going up to the roof
and have a smoke.

- White folks, man.
So dumb.

Daddy wasn't no
goddamned barber.

You paralyzed, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Don't want you
running away on me.

Whoa. Sharp.

- Hey, Coyle.
- Just call me Snake, babe.

- I changed my mind, man.

- What? Ain't nothing like
a clean shave, a close shave.

Ah, ah, ah.
Don't squirm.

You're gonna make me
nick your neck.

♪ ♪

So what you in here for,
Augustus?

- Murder.

I killed a cop.

- Sweet, but I got you beat.

See, I whacked a whole family.

Mama. Daddy.

Two little
sweet, adorable kids.

♪ ♪

Sweet old Gramps.

- And what'd this family
do to you?

- Not a thing.
- They why you kill 'em?

- For fun.

- And how you kill 'em?

- Take a guess.

- You slit their throats.

Why you fucking with me, man?

- I ain't fucking with you.

- You're up in Oz
for armed robbery.

- That I am.

See, I never got caught
for the murders...

and never will.

- Give me my wheelchair, man.

- Yes, sir. Yes, massa.

We aim to please.

[modem chirping]

♪ ♪

- Hey, you clowns remember
a couple of months back,

a family named Ciancimino
getting slaughtered?

- Yes. As I recall, the murders
were particularly brutal.

- And they never found
the killer.

- I think I have.

- Who?

- Never mind who.

He told me he did it, the fuck.

- You know the family?
- No.

- Then why you so bent
out of shape?

- Listen, I ain't no saint,
not even close.

I killed somebody.

I did one wrong thing,
taking a life,

and I'm doing time for it,
you know?

- What's up?
Toss that down here.

- This fuck has got no remorse.

He took those lives
for pure pleasure.

He had no reason to kill,
and he's getting away with it.

- Ah, kids today.

There's no honor,
no ethics, no values.

- That's 'cause no one's
willing to stop the erosion.

No one has a vested interest
in justice anymore.

- Those two kids,
one was only 18 months old.

[gate buzzes]

- Lunch.

[tense percussive tones]

- I got conflicting codes here.

One, I'm not a rat.

And two,
I keep thinking about those kids

not having a chance
at a life.

If those were my kids, I'd want
somebody to speak for them.

- Then you have to be sure.

And are you?

Are you sure
that he murdered them?

- Yeah, he...

- Look, I haven't spent
that much time around Coyle.

He doesn't strike me
as a man that's honest.

As a poser,
as a braggart, yes.

A man who's trying to get
credit he hasn't earned.

Just like Jiggy Walker,
you remember him?

- Then I should what?

- [exhales]

Talk to him.

Get him to tell you
the full story.

- And if I think
he's telling the truth?

- Ah, that's when it gets hard.

You have to convince him
to confess.

♪ ♪

[woman screaming]

[baby crying]

- I'm fucking the wife, right?

Her throat gurgling for air.

The baby over here crying
in the crib.

So I gots to pull out the bitch.

Blood everywhere.
I mean, all over.

So I go lean in
to the little fucker.

[baby crying]

[grunts]

Stabbed it
right in the heart.

- Goddamn,
you's a sick motherfucker!

- Yo,
you should turn yourself in, yo.

- Huh?

- No, no, no, no, think about
it, think on it, think on it.

Your shit'd be famous, yo.

You'd be--name in the paper,
picture on TV.

You'd be like Manson up here.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'll be
moving straight to death row.

No thanks, homey. Mm-mm.

- Nigga, you full of shit.

- You doubting my word, nigga?

- Yo, remember that nigga
used to be up here?

What's his name?
Jiggy Walker?

Big-ass talker, came in here
talking about, you know,

he sold drugs to the governor,
the whole nine,

lying
through his gold-ass teeth.

Look at you.

- Yeah, you know what,
look, fuck you,

fuck this Jiggy nigga,
I don't care, I ain't lying.

- Alls I'm saying, yo, is,
you ain't lying, give me proof.

- I got proof.
- Right.

- I got videotape.

- Get the fuck out of here.

- Remember my homey Franklin
up there in Polo Ground?

He came with me.

Mini-cammed the whole dark deed.

- Sick motherfucker.
- When I do it, I do it.

- God damn.

Yo, that's a tape I want to see.

- Yo. Me too, yo.

- Goddamn.

- I'd like to see that shit.

- Your ass need to be in here,
motherfucker.

- There's no deal
to be made here, Hill.

You'd get nothing out of this.

- He knows.

- Coyle will deny everything.

His word versus yours.

- There's a videotape
that a friend of his has.

- Christ.

I'll call the DA.

What you're doing takes balls.

- Yeah, well,

I still hope I have mine
after this is over,

you know what I'm saying?

♪ ♪

- Damn.

[gate buzzes]

[tense percussive tones]

- Whoo.

My man Napoleon conquered
a lot of places,

created a lot of laws
that we still use today.

He made his mark on history,
and what does he get for it?

They name a dessert after him.

They named a beef
after Wellington.

Fuckin' Caesar got a salad.

But Napoleon?

He's on the tray with sweets

next to the crème brûlée.

- On behalf
of the eight inmates

who were killed
and the 20 who were injured,

I am filing
a class action suit

against the governor,
the Department of Corrections,

and the Oswald
Correctional Facility.

- Yeah, motherfucker!

[men cheering]

- We believe
excessive force was used

by the prison administration,

violating
my clients' civil rights.

We are, therefore,
looking for damages

at $45 million.

- From the state courthouse,

Rick Dunn for Channel 2 News.

- The ghost of Scott Ross
rears its ugly head.

- Nobody knows you shot him.

- Yeah, but if there's a trial,

they're gonna be
digging up shit again.

Maybe this time,
they're gonna find out.

- Maybe the state will settle
out of court.

- Devlin's not gonna settle.
That'd be admitting his guilt.

- Well, then maybe it's time
to tell the truth.

- Tim, they find out I murdered
Scott Ross, I go to jail.

- Maybe.

- Well, yeah, maybe.

Maybe because
of the circumstances,

because I got
a 10-year-old daughter.

I got a dying mother.

Maybe they only fire me.

And you for lying.

Do either of us
want to take that risk?

- Respect. Respect.

- Can you feel it?
- Oh, yeah.

- Everyone is recharged.

- Dinner!

- Hey, let's go eat.
- Actually, I can't.

I have a visitor.

- Who, the lawyer?

- Tricia Ross.

- Again?

She's already agreed
to be part of the lawsuit.

Why do you need to see her
a second time?

- She has asked me
for spiritual counseling.

- Then send her to a priest.

- Arif--
- Minister Said.

With all due respect.

Schillinger's telling everyone
you're attracted to the girl.

Don't you think seeing her again
might get misconstrued?

- Then let it be misconstrued.

I know my heart is pure.

♪ ♪

As-salaam alaikum.

- What's that mean?

- It's just a greeting.

- Well, I gotta tell ya,

ever since the announcement,
I've become sort of a celebrity.

Yes.

Everywhere I go--
beauty parlor, Walmart--

people I know say
they saw me on the news.

I have something for you.

Somewhere.

Oh.

I-I wanted you to have this.

- I can't accept that.

- Oh.

- No, it's--
in Emerald City,

we're not permitted to have
such personal items.

- Well, maybe you could...

just hide it
under your pillow then.

- "Tell the believing men

"to lower their gaze
and guard their sexuality.

"That is purer for them.

Indeed,
God is aware of what they do."

- Sexual desire is
a powerful part of human nature.

Am I right, minister?

- Yes.

- Such desire needs only
the slightest encouragement

to become ignited.

Am I right?

[tense percussive tones]

- Yes.

- In Islam, we believe
eliminating temptation

is more effective
than trying to resist it.

- Yes.

- That is why men and women

who are not married, or mahram,

are forbidden
to interact with one another

or be alone together.

Am I right?

♪ ♪

Am I right?

- Yes, Arif.

♪ ♪

You are right.

We Muslims believe
that appetites of the body,

such as food, drink, sex,

they tie us to a dependency on
or a preoccupation with

our physical desires.

Therefore, we fast,
denying ourselves those needs

while we strengthen
our spiritual nature.

- If you're asking me
for permission to fast,

I don't care.

Stop eating.

- It's more complex than that.
- Hmm.

- According to the revelations
of the prophet,

praise be on him,

I am only allowed to abstain
during daylight hours.

At sunset, I must break my fast.

I must also have a pre-dawn meal

before resuming my fast
the next day.

- But at sunset and pre-dawn,
you're in lockdown.

- Exactly.

Which is why I need your consent
to have food in my cell.

- This isn't Burger King.

You can't have it your way.

You don't deserve
special treatment.

- Of course.
- But...

I would be willing
to make a trade.

Drop the lawsuit.

- I am not alone in the lawsuit,
McManus.

Not up to me.

- Bullshit. You instigated this.

You convinced them to sue.
Now tell them not to.

- Now, why do you care, McManus?

You're not even named
as a defendant.

- I want to put this riot
behind us.

- We must never allow anybody
to forget those three days.

- Right now,
we're on the edge of oblivion.

We're on the brink of disaster.

Now, before we all join hands
and jump...

I want another chance.

Wait. Wait.

- I won't allow you to forget
the promise you made.

- I haven't.

- Then you permit me to fast

according to the tenets
of my faith.

- No.

- You know, denying me my rights
to practice my religion

is unconstitutional.

- Yeah? What're you gonna do?

File another lawsuit?

- No.

You won't permit me to fast?

I will go on hunger strike.

- You were right
about Tim McManus.

He's dreamy.

- I don't recall ever saying
Tim McManus was dreamy.

- We've been going out.
- Oh, yeah?

- Let me guess,
first he took you

to Al's Diner on Chisholm.

- Yeah.

- He told you that his dad owned
a diner up near Attica,

how living outside that prison
changed his life.

- Yeah.

- Second date he cancelled.
Too much work.

And then he took you
to Ma Plume Blanche

at Top o' the Tower.

The two of you sat watching
the city all a-sparkle,

he said he had feelings for you,

and then you went back
to his apartment and fucked.

- Actually,
we fucked after the diner.

- Oh,
speak of the horny little devil.

- Diane,
can I talk to you alone?

- Hey, sparkle.

Why the long face?

- I, uh...

I just talked to the hospital.

They've been trying
to reach you all day.

Your mother died.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, it's okay.
She's been sick a long time.

You know, we've been
expecting this.

Oh, boy.

- Is there anything I can do?

- No, I got to go over
to the hospital

and start funeral arrangements.

Can you get someone
to cover my shift?

- It's already done.
- Thanks, Tim.

- Can I drive you?
- No, I got my car.

I got to go pick up my daughter.

- I can do that.

- No, I--
I think she should be with me.

I want to tell her.

- All right. Okay.

[Diane crying]

♪ ♪

[gate buzzes]

- Napoleon was a great seducer
of beautiful and taller women.

He once said,
"In war, as in love,

one must meet in close quarters
to get things over with."

There ain't no closer quarters
than in Oz, baby.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hear from Diane?
- Yeah.

She called
just a couple of minutes ago.

- How's she doing?

- Well, how do you think?

She's a mess.

- Strange, given the fact her
mother's been dying for, what?

A year?

Um, well, I found
a great restaurant for us.

Ribollita.

It's a new Italian place.

- Look,
I'm gonna have to cancel.

I promised Diane
I'd come by the funeral home.

- Oh. Okay.

You said it was over
between you two.

- It is. We're friends.

- It doesn't seem that way.

Today in the lounge.

- Her mother had just died.

- I saw the way
you were holding her.

That was more than comfort.

- [chuckling]

- Hey, don't laugh at me!

- Claire, what the fuck
are we talking about here?

- You and Diane. You and me.

- There is no me and Diane,

and to be perfectly honest,
there is no you and me!

We went out twice!
- No, we fucked twice!

- So what?

- You said
you had feelings for me.

- I did, but if you're gonna

turn into some cloying bitch--

- Oh, I'm a fucking cloying
bitch, is that it?

Oh, and they're fucking--

[muffled shouting]

Let go of me!
- Calm down!

- Let go of me!

- Stop it! Stop it!

- Get off me! Let go of me!

- You gonna calm down?
- Let go of me!

Let go!

- You're gonna get yourself
fired this way.

- Ah, fuck you!

[men shouting indistinctly]

- Yeah, can I help you?

- We're here to see my son,
Carlo Ricardo.

- Okay.

Step through
to the admitting office.

- [speaking Spanish]

- Hey, hey, hey.

Hi.

Hey, Papa.

Where's Mami, huh?

She doesn't still have the flu,
does she?

- No, no,
she's at choir practice.

You know how Father Arnaz is
about missing practice.

- You're in the choir.

- I quit.

I've been busy with the baby
and all.

Sergio?

- He's--
he's working.

- Sergio doesn't want
to come here anymore, son.

- And Mami?

- I'm not gonna lie to you.

She doesn't want
to see you like this.

- I understand.

- Hey, come on.

It doesn't mean
she doesn't love you, huh?

- I understand.

Hey, Isabella, you got
any pictures of the baby?

- Yeah.
- [speaks Spanish]

[both speaking Spanish]

- So Cohen says to me
with the shank in his hand,

"I stuck it in his head,
but I didn't kill him."

[laughter]

- Was there ever a time
you were afraid?

- One time?
How about every time?

Listen,
just because I'm not down there

on the floor anymore
with you men and women

doesn't mean
I don't whisper a little prayer

every time I walk
through the fuckin' gates.

[gate buzzing distantly]

Well, going home.

If I'm late for dinner again,
my wife's gonna tan my ass.

- Thanks for the drink, sir.
- Yeah.

- Good night.
- Everybody travel safe.

- Later.
- Night.

- Want something, Clay?

- I should drive you home.

- Ooh, what are you saying?

I had one too many?
- Two too many.

There's also something
I want to talk to you about.

Since you've got a buzz going,
now's my best chance.

- What? You got complaints?

You just started,
for Chrissakes.

- No, the salary's fine.

It's being in the lobby
all day long.

I didn't train to be a CO

so I could sit
behind a reception desk.

I want to be assigned
to a cell block.

- No.
- Leo, listen--

- Look, what did I tell you
when you applied for the job?

I promised your father
as he was dying

that I'd take care of you.

I'm not letting you
anywhere near the prisoners.

- Then I quit.

I'll go get a job
in another prison

where they'll let me
deal with the inmates.

♪ ♪

- What the hell
you trying to prove, huh?

That you're as tough
as your dad?

Clayton, he died in here,

his heart beating in my arms,

and I'm not going through
the same thing with you.

- I'm not ten years old
anymore, Leo.

You can't stop me.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- We'll figure this out
tomorrow, okay?

- Hey, give me your keys.
- No, I can drive myself.

This conversation
just sobered me up.

♪ ♪

- Whoa! Whoa!
- [shouting]

- What the fuck you doing?

Hey, step back!

Step back!
Step back!

[all shouting]

- Fuck off!

You ain't so bad now, huh?

Huh?

Who's the man, huh?

Fuck you! Who? Who?

[yells]

[shouting]

- Take him to the Hole.

- You okay?

Go to the hospital.
Get yourself checked out.

- I'm okay.

- What's this about?

- Motherfuckin' spic
is crazy.

Mumbling some shit
about his mother, man.

- The fuck you looking at?

[men drumming and singing]

- Napoleon's final defeat
came at Waterloo.

It must have been embarrassing.

You're the fuckin' emperor,

you conquered all of Europe,
only to lose in a place

with a stupid name
like Waterloo,

or Watergate or Whitewater.

Note to politicians:
stay on land.

- Well, Larry,
ever since we reinstituted

the death penalty,
the courts have been clogged

with needless appeals
by convicted murderers

trying to escape
their rightful punishment.

So the legislature has agreed
to reduce fees paid

to court-appointed lawyers
in murder cases,

and some of these lawyers,

who are against
capital punishment,

have been padding their bills
in order to say,

"You see, it's too expensive."

Well, I say, let them
take advantage of taxpayers

somewhere else.

- The court rejected our appeal.
- Oh.

So what's the next step?

- Well, normally,
the next step--

the last step--
is the state supreme court.

- Well, let's do that then.

What's the matter, Lawrence?

- I'm recusing myself
as your attorney.

- What?

Why? Was it something I said?
Something I did?

- Not at all.

It's just that
with these new lower fees

that the state's paying,

I can't afford
to work on your defense.

Murder cases are complicated.

They take a lot of time,
and I've been neglecting

the rest of my practice.

- What will happen to me then?

- The court will appoint you
another lawyer.

- One that won't be as good.

Because the ones that take
the jobs with the lower rates

are the ones
no one else will hire.

- I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

- Oh, my.
- What's the matter, Shirley?

- It just hit me
for the first time.

I'm gonna die.

- Hi, Dad.

- Vern, I've got bad news.

- The only kind of news
you ever got.

- Andy has been arrested.

- Christ. For what?

- I don't know.

Drugs. Beating up some nigger.

The lawyer's trying
to sort it out.

- Which lawyer?
Don't use Zanger.

- No,
the court-appointed lawyer.

- A public defender?

Hire a real fucking attorney,
Dad.

- I don't have the money, Vern.

I talked to the PD
on the phone.

She sounds smart.

- She? What's her name?

- I don't know.

I think it's Goldberg.

- Jesus fuckin' Christ, Dad.

I need you to take care of this.

- What the fuck do you think
I'm doing?

And I'm gonna tell you
one thing.

I ain't throwing good money
after bad,

and your two boys are bad.

- Yeah, well,
the apple doesn't fall very far.

♪ ♪

- You wanted to see me?

- I gotta get out of this place.

- There's a reason
you're in protective custody.

We want you to live long enough
to testify against Schillinger.

- Hey, Warden, I stay
in here, I die of boredom.

- You wanted magazines.
I sent magazines.

- How many times a day
can a guy jerk off?

- I don't know.
It depends on the guy.

- I got to go back to Em City.

I ain't worried
about Schillinger.

I'll take care of myself.

I want that fuck to see
that I'm not punking out.

- What the fuck is she wearing
for a bra?

- Hey, Keller. Back so soon?

- Ain't no Miss Sally
in protective custody.

- Don't.

- Do you realize
we've only kissed once?

In all these months, once.

All I've been thinking about
is kissing you again.

- Hey, I said don't.

- Beecher, you fuck.
I did what you asked!

I ratted out
Schillinger and Metzger.

You know what that means.

Toby, you know
what that cost me?

- Unless this is
just another scheme

you and Schillinger
cooked up.

How am I supposed
to trust you?

Put myself
in that position again?

Be that vulnerable again?

[spits]

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

- [faint murmuring]

- Yo!

Well, if you're coming,
motherfucker,

come on and bring it!

[grunts]

- I need that crash cart
right away.

We need to start an IV.

I need some Vaseline, gauze,

and some combine.

- [wheezes]

- I think he may have
a punctured lung.

- Well, Mr. Keller's got about
three or four assholes now.

[laughter]

- You asked to be assigned
to the kitchen again.

Now you're saying
you don't want to work there?

- There's too many bad memories.

Bad feelings.

Nappa, Wangler...

They don't trust me.

I don't trust them.

I'm don't want to fall back
into my old ways.

- Well, the dress factory's
always looking for new workers.

- No.

If I can, I would like
to work in the AIDS ward.

- Well, we don't get many
volunteers for the AIDS ward.

- In Africa,
AIDS is much worse than here.

I would like to learn
something about the disease

so maybe, some day...

I can help my people.

♪ ♪

- Now, these men are in
the final stages of the disease.

We can't do much more
than make them comfortable

and treat them with dignity.

Now, Robbie Gerth needs
his medicine.

Bed seven.

- Who are you?

- Adebisi.

Take these.

- Yummy.

I didn't come to Oz with AIDS.

I caught it like the brass ring.

You ever fuck anybody
up the ass?

- Yes.

- You protected?

- No.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

- Dr. Nathan asked me to take
some more blood from you.

- She just took my blood
a minute ago.

- She dropped it.

[gate buzzes]

- Ow!

Adebisi, you just pinch me?

- No, boss.

- History tells us that Napoleon
was the first guy to utter,

"If you want something done
right, do it yourself."

But how can they be sure?

I mean, what if ol' Napoleon's
butcher said it to him

while slicing up some salami,

and Napoleon,
being no dummy, said,

"I got to write that down"?

[men drumming and singing]

- [panting]

[yells]

- Miguel Alvarez is showing
increased signs of agitation

since Dr. Garvey
took him off Zoloft.

- Well, that's no surprise.

- And I can't say for sure,

but, uh,
he really looks thinner.

- I doubt that's a reaction
to the withdrawal.

- You don't suppose
Dr. Garvey would change his mind

and put Alvarez back
on antidepressants.

- No. He's not a doctor.

He's a walking ledger.

Every decision he makes
is based on maintaining

the HMO's profit margin.

I have an interview with him
in a few minutes,

during which he'll decide
whether or not he wants

to keep me on staff.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying
it may be time to go.

- Dr. Nathan, Rebadow's awake.

- Thank you.

- What's going on with Rebadow?

- He went into insulin shock.
He's got diabetes.

- Diabetes?

I don't have diabetes.

- You do now.

This happens sometimes
later in life.

- The body starts
shutting down.

- You'll have to take
injections regularly,

go on dialysis weekly,
and alter your diet.

- Mom's fudge.

My mother makes the best fudge.

She sends me a batch
once a month.

- Well, I guess
you'll have to be satisfied

with the food in the cafeteria.

- Now, let's see.

You've worked here at Oswald
almost two years.

Do you like working here?

- If you're asking me
whether I enjoy myself,

I'd have to say no.

- Then why do you want to stay?

- Because what we do here
is important.

There's a real need
for proper health care.

- Yeah, "proper" health care,
not excessive.

I know you don't support

the privatization of the system
here at Oz,

but by paying Weigert
a fixed rate,

no matter what care
the inmate requires,

the state reduces its costs.

- But because Weigert gets paid
the same amount

no matter what treatment
we prescribe,

wouldn't you limit my ability
to call in specialists

or to use expensive tests?

- This is no different

than HMOs in the public sector.

- There is a difference.

The state has laws

to protect consumers
against cuts

in medical services.

There are no such laws
for inmates.

Weigert has no incentive
to provide quality care.

- Look, we're both doctors.

I mean, I took
the same oath you did.

- Then why cut Miguel Alvarez's
antidepressants?

- Because, as I told you,

I consider this
unnecessary care.

And if you hadn't spent
too much money

on unnecessary care,

the state wouldn't have had
to bring us in.

- Alvarez is suicidal.

- Well,
maybe it's all for the best.

- What?

- Well, God knows he's not doing
anyone any good alive.

- Fuck you.

- This interview is over.

I'm hereby giving you
two weeks' notice.

- Knock yourself out, asshole.

[knocking]

- Ray.
- Hi.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

- Do I look especially gullible
to you today?

You hide a sandwich
under your vestments,

which you never wear,

and I'm supposed to think
it's SOP?

- Pete, I can't talk about it.

- Oh, some confidentiality
between you and a prisoner.

- I'm due in Solitary.

- There's four Catholics
currently residing in Solitary.

There's O'Brien.
There's Bevilaqua.

Hevern. Alvarez.

You're bringing food
that he likes to cheer him up.

No, because then there's
no confidentiality problem.

You're bringing food
to Alvarez because...

Because he's not being fed.

Because of what he did
to Officer Rivera,

the COs in Solitary
are trying to starve him.

- You should have been a cop.

- Did Alvarez tell you this?

How do you know
he's telling the truth?

- Why would he lie?
- Some prisoners,

particularly in Solitary,
become delusional, paranoid.

- How do I find out
if they're feeding him?

If I ask them and it's true,
they're just gonna find

another way to fuck with him.

- Yeah.

- I have to give him
the benefit of the doubt.

- So, what's with the dress?

High holy day or something?

[gate buzzes]

- Miguel.

Give us some privacy.

Here, eat.

- I'm not hungry.

- What do you mean
you're not hungry?

You said you haven't eaten
in two days.

Take the sandwich.

Take the damn sandwich!

- You want the fuckin' sandwich?

Fuck you!

Fucking shit!

Oh, fuck!

- Fucker.

- No. Stop!

- Get the fuck out!

♪ ♪

- Stop it!

Open this door!

For God's sake!

- I think Keller will live.

- Well,
I'll start an inquiry,

try to figure out
who stabbed him.

- Well, I got a guess:
Schillinger.

- We need to prove that.

- Leo, excuse me.

We need to do more than that.

We need to deal
with the ongoing violence

we have here between inmates

and between inmates and COs.

- Good luck.
- Wait a minute.

What if we were to
initiate a program

where victims of violence,
prisoner or staff,

get to interact
with the offender?

- Sorry I'm late.
- Interact?

That sounds
a little new age, Pete.

- Hear me out.

The process has to be
initiated by the victim.

We can't force either party
to participate

unless they want to.

If both parties agree,
I will meet with them separately

and talk about what
they might be getting

out of this
eventual interaction,

and only then,
when they're both ready,

do they actually get to meet
face-to-face.

- And then what?

Talk about their feelings?

- Yeah, the victim expresses
his fear, his anger, whatever,

and the offender gets to
express his remorse or whatever,

and, hopefully,
they can both move on.

- I think it's a great idea.

I just wish
that I had thought of it.

- Miguel...

[speaking Spanish]

- Ay, mami.

- [speaking Spanish]

- Alvarez, what?

- Leo,
I want Sister Pete's new program

to start with Eugene Rivera
and Miguel Alvarez.

- Oh, really?

- She'll talk to Alvarez,

and then she'll contact Rivera,

see if he's interested,
and if he is,

I want you to release Miguel
from Solitary.

- You know, I heard
about what happened today.

I think that'd be enough
to convince you

that Alvarez is
where he belongs.

Besides,
the other COs wouldn't like it.

- You can override them.
- I agree with them.

Alvarez blinded
a fellow officer.

He should rot.

- The next act of violence
that he commits

will be to himself.

We are a heartbeat away
from having no heartbeat at all.

- So be it.

- Leo, I know that you
and Miguel

had some rough moments

after your daughter was raped.

- He knows who did it,
and he won't tell.

- I thought
you'd put those feelings aside.

- So did I, Father.

I guess we were both wrong.

- When Napoleon died in exile,
the doctors cut off his dick.

They put his dick
in an ornate box

and gave it to his priest.

Don't ask me why.

Over the years,
Napoleon's dick was sold

and sold again
to the highest bidder.

To this day,
at least three people claim

to own Napoleon's dick.

But you see, it's not important
who owns the real dick.

The big question is, well,

who the fuck do those other
two dicks belong to?

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

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