Oz (1997–2003): Season 3, Episode 6 - Cruel and Unusual Punishments - full transcript

With Cyril scheduled to box Pancamo, O'Reily plans to use his spray-bottle trick, but first he must deal with Cudney. Alvarez sees the photos of Rivera's gouged-out eyes and goes nuts. New ...

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[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

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- Life in Oz sucks,

and only a fool or a Republican
will tell you different.

But the punishments they got
going here are nowhere near

as fucked up as in olden days.

Example, if a guy
drank too much,

the constable would make him
wear a drunkard's cloak,

which was a whiskey barrel
with holes for the head,



the arms and the legs.

Then they'd make the drunk
walk around the town square,

where everyone would
call him names.

- Yo, retard,
you're next.

- Keep punching.
Come on, fuck him.

Let's go, punch it.

Head, ribs, head.
Come on, fuck him.

Head, ribs, head.

- Pancamo's tough, man.

He's got heavy hands,
a good chin,

and he's a mean
son of a bitch.

The only advantage
your brother has is speed.

Yeah?

- You don't seem
too worried.



- I got faith.

- Mm.

Faith's a good thing...

But I'd put
my money on Pancamo.

- Cudney.
- What do you want?

- Hey, you working
bedpan duty today?

- Yeah.
- Great. Look.

I need you to
steal me some more

of that chloral hydrate,

and then I'm gonna
put it right in here, huh?

- No.

- Whoa, whoa.

We had a deal, remember?

You sneak drugs
out of the hospital,

I give you nice,
green fed notes.

- Stealing is wrong.

Today I've confessed to the Lord
in front of my brothers

and promised
to sin no more.

- Fine.

You're not the only fish
in the sea of Galilee.

- I figured out
what you've been doing

with the chloral hydrate.
- Oh, yeah?

- You've been spiking
the fighters' spritzers

so they'll be drugged
in the ring.

- That's crazy talk.

- I've made an appointment
with the warden to tell him.

My soul is in jeopardy.

So's yours.

By turning you in,
I'm gonna save you.

- Not if I save you first.

Look, I haven't got
a lot of time.

The rumor is you're
the most ruthless hit man

in Little Odessa.

That's got to mean a lot,
'cause you Russian mob guys,

you're a bunch of crazy,
fucked-up motherfuckers.

So I need a job done,
I need it done pronto.

Just tell me
when to stop, okay?

- 97B752,

98b526,

99b121...

- 97B326, 442302, 99c124.

99C124!

Cudney!

Cudney.

- What's the problem?

- I don't know.

Cudney!
- Cudney!

- Cudney, get out here.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Oh, shit,
look at the blood.

♪ ♪

- He's dead.

- Look at these
two small holes.

♪ ♪

- He's been stabbed
in the neck.

[speaking Russian]

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

[shouting]

- In this corner, Chucky
"The Enforcer" Pancamo.

[cheers and applause]

Put this on.

Put it on.
Put it on!

all: Let them fight!
Let them fight!

Let them fight! Let them fight!
Let them fight!

Let them fight! Let them fight!

[cheers and applause]

- Come on, tough guy.

Come on. Right over here.

[bell rings]
Fight.

[cheers and applause]

Come on, baby.

- You wanna dance or
you wanna fight?

Come on.

- Come on!
Come on, Cyril.

Come on, Cyril.

Let's go. Come on.
Use your head.

[shouting]

[bell rings]

- What the fuck is that?

[shouting]

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that?

Hey, don't worry about that
fucking fat dago motherfucker.

He's all yours, all right?
- Stay focused.

- Huh? You feel good?
- Yeah.

- Feel good?
- Look at me.

- Think just hop back.

- Feel like I'm gonna
throw up or something

- I got nothing to worry about.

[bell rings]

[shouting]

[bell rings]

- Hey, look at me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He'll be ready!

[slurping]

[bell rings]

- [heavy breathing]

[shouting]

[shouting]

- What'd I tell you, huh?
You got to believe in yourself.

When you're focused,
when you put your mind to it,

you can do really
big things, Cyril.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Here's the money I owe
you for betting on Pancamo.

Good fight.

- Thanks.

- Cyril, would you mind if I
talked to your brother

alone for just a moment?

- Why don't you
go downstairs?

It's almost time
for Miss Sally.

- Close the door, please.

- What's up?

- I understand Yuri Kosygin
did a little job for you.

- Job?

- Kosygin is dangerous man,

unpredictable, unreliable.

He's making sounds like he's
going to tell

the authorities
about killing Cudney.

- He killed Cudney?
Hmm. Ooh.

- Ryan, Ryan.

I'm here as your friend.
- Yeah.

- I'm telling you,
Kosygin must be eliminated.

- You know, we got a little
saying in this country.

Maybe you've
heard it before.

You can't
shit a shitter.

You want Kosygin dead,
you come here,

you say he's making sounds,
you're hoping

that I'm gonna take care
of it for you.

No chance.

- I do like you, O'Reily.

- Well, then like this.

Here's some
free advice for you.

You want Yuri's balls,
have the Sicilians do it.

- Sicilians?

- Uh-huh.

[tense percussive tones]

- Mr. Pancamo?

- Yeah?

- May I approach?

- Sure, approach.

- Recently, you and I had a
conversation about Yuri Kosygin.

- Uh-huh.
He's very disrespectful.

- Da.

He is also...

I bet on you.

I lost very heavy.

He won very heavy.

- Yeah?

- He told me he spiked your
water with heroin

in order to...um...

How do you say?

Fuck you up.
- I knew it.

Goddamn, I fuckin' knew it.

- I hope you don't mind
me telling you this.

- Nah, I don't mind.
I appreciate it.

In fact, I owe you one.

We got to do the fight over.
- Oh, bullshit.

- I was drugged out.

- What's your proof?

- Have me tested.

- I'm not gonna spend the time

or the money to have you tested

just because you're
a sore loser.

Now, get the fuck out.

- McManus--
- Out!

- Come on.
You heard the man. Let's go!

- Fuck!

- Come on.

- Yo, dumb move, man.

- What?
- Letting the hacks know

you know Kosygin did the dirty.

Now, if Kosygin dies, they're
gonna blame you, brother.

- That's right.

- Look, I know you're pissed off
that my brother

won the fight, all right?

But in the name of good
sportsmanship, all right?

I got a small
suggestion for you.

- What's that?

- The next best thing to having
someone killed is having them

sent to solitary for the rest
of their lives.

Or better yet, death row.
- Yeah.

- When Kosygin finds out that
Stanislofsky snitched on him,

your problems
are solved.

- In the 1600s, snitches
and gossips were made to wear

something called a brank,
which was an iron helmet

that was placed on the head,
enclosing it in a kind of cage.

There was a front plate
covered with spikes...

[metal churning]

Which was placed inside
the mouth so that if you

tried to talk...well,
you get the idea.

You learned to keep
your mouth shut.

- [speaking Russian]

- We are in America
now, Nikolai.

Let's speak American.

- All right.

We speak English.

- Unlike you, in Russia,
I was not a criminal.

- No?

- I was an educator.

After the Soviets fell,
things got so bleak in Moscow,

I decided to leave
to come to America.

- For a better life, right?

- Yes, for me and my wife.

But we did not
find a better life.

I couldn't get
employed teaching.

- It must have been terrible.

- [laughing]

Then I got this job
painting a house,

the house of
Leonid Rodzinsky.

- He was in
the Organizatsiya.

- Yes.

He treated me like shit,
always making fun,

calling me "Professor,"

then ordering me
to clean his toilets.

One day...

he kicked me with
his boot in front of my wife.

I strangled him
on the spot.

- It's closing time?

- Yes.

- All right, I'll go.

- Not till I finish my story.

- Strange, Yuri, you're
here all this time,

you barely say two words,
now you're a regular boltoon.

- It takes me time to
warm up to people.

Nikolai.

I feel very close to you.

I was possessed by guilt
for killing Rodzinsky,

but I got a reputation
for being ruthless.

The Organizatsiya hired me
to exterminate someone else.

The second time was easy.

- Now, Yuri, Yuri, please,

[speaking Russian]
I don't want to hear this.

- The third time,
no problem at all.

- Yuri, please.

- At last count, I had
murdered at least 49 people.

You have the honor
of being my 50th.

- No!
No, you wait now!

- [speaking Russian]

- Guards!

Guards!

[speaking Russian]

Help!

Ah!

[shouting]

[speaking Russian]

- [laughing]

- [screaming]

- Okay, I need to
get his records

and find out what
his blood type is.

Let's start an IV.

Get me a suture set
and let's give him Demerol,

50 milligrams.

Nikolai, I need
you to stay still.

- No, please--

- No hard feelings.

- No problem.

[gate buzzes]

- Oh, man,
look at that.

Nooter's a fag.

- What makes
you say that?

- Look at the way he's
always grabbing Pecky.

- They're fighting.

- Yo, all I'm saying, it's
a lot of body contact, man.

- That's the stupidest thing
I ever heard of, a gay puppet.

- One of
the Teletubbies is gay.

- What?
- Yeah, Fallwell

or the reverend somebody,
he says that Twinky Dink

or whatever his name is,
he's a butt pirate.

- That's nuts!

Listen, you gotta have a--
a cock to be gay.

- Teletubbies
don't have cocks.

The puppet doesn't
have a cock.

- Where's it say you gotta
have a cock to be gay?

All you need is a mouth
so you can suck cock.

[laughter]

[gate buzzes]

- O'Reily.
- Yeah?

- Hernandez wants to see you.

- Right.

Hey, hey.

- Alvarez, what am I
always saying

about our friend O'Reily here?

- That he's no dummy.

- That's right,
he's no dummy.

- Hey,
the feeling's mutual, Raoul.

- Is that so?

Then how come you always
acting like I'm an idiot?

You know Adebisi and me are
working with the Sicilians now.

We're running the tits
everywhere in Oz.

- Yeah, I know.

- But you keep selling
on your own.

Man, what's up with that?
- Me?

No, man.
A little, sure,

but, there's no way
I compete with you guys.

Come on.
- Look, man, I don't care.

We want you to stop.

Huh.

Have you talked this over
with Adebisi and Pancamo?

- My word ain't
good enough, man?

- No, man, your word
is plenty good.

I'll stop,
right away, finito.

- Give us what you got.

- Now?

- Yeah.

- I can't keep a little
for my own personal use?

- You don't use
no more, man.

- All right.

- Bullshit.

- Assume the position.

- What?

- Assume the position.

[tense music]

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- Oh, you know, I completely
forgot about that one.

- No shit.

No more, O'Reily,
comprende?

- Yeah, comprende.

Hey, you want to
bust Hernandez?

Now's the time.

- Hey, hey, come on.

Hernandez, turn around.

Hey, turn around.

- Yeah.

- Empty your pockets.

Thank you.

Cuff him.

- Take it fuckin' easy, man.
Shit!

- Come on. Let's go.

- That there's a real
heartbreaker, Alvarez.

- I've been thinking...

I want to see.

I want to see what
I done to Rivera.

- Well, you will, when you
see him face to face.

- When I stabbed him,
I walked away.

I didn't look at
him in the eyes.

I want to see what
I did that day.

I want to see what
it looked like that day.

- You mean, like a--
a photograph?

- I used to work
in the hospital,

and they used to take
photographs of all

the prisoners that came
in with serious shit,

just for the--
for the courts and whatever.

I want to see
a picture of Rivera.

- Miguel, I don't know
if that's a good idea.

- Well, I mean, you asked
me what happened and

I couldn't tell you because
everything was just a blur,

you know, and it
was all shouting.

Every fuckin' day
that I get up,

I look in the mirror and
I don't see me, you know?

I don't see--
I don't see me.

I just see this other
guy who did this.

- And a photograph
will do what?

- I don't know.

Just make me forget
about that other guy...

Just let me...

be alone
with myself again.

- Um...

I'll see what I can do.

[bell ringing]

- There you are!
- Tina, what's the matter?

- You gotta stop this.
- What?

- You gotta stop Eugene
from coming here.

- What's wrong?
- It's like I said,

bringing up all this shit
from the past.

It's made him crazy.

- Okay.
Let's go to my office.

- He's not acting
normal anymore.

- I'm really surprised
to hear you say that,

because when Eugene is with me,

he seems very calm,

he seems open and--
and ready to face Alvarez.

- No.

It's an act,
I tell you.

At home,
he says nothing.

He just sits there
all quiet.

- Are you sure it's he
who's not talking?

- Wh--

- Well, maybe he's afraid that

since you didn't want him
to be in the program,

you might not be supportive.

- Don't tell me
I'm not supportive.

I have been there for him...
- I know.

- Through the surgeries,
by his bed...

- I know.
- Day and night.

I rearranged the house,
my whole fucking life.

- I know what you've done.

Eugene told me he could
have never made it this far

without you.

He also told me he's thinking
of committing suicide.

- What?

- So that you
can have a life.

- Oh...

Oh, sweet Jesus.

- You know...

years ago,
I was married

and my husband
was murdered.

So for a very long time,

I wallowed
in grief and anger

until that's
all I had.

Tina, Eugene knows

that he only has
two choices now,

to move on or die.

Now, you've helped
him this far.

Go the rest of the way.

Hmm?

♪ ♪

- Oh!

Oh!
Oh, my God.

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit...

Oh, shit.
Oh, shit!

Oh...
[crying]

♪ ♪

Ernie Fargo and me,

we take Buonomo
down to the piers,

and he knows what's up,

but he don't beg,
he don't struggle.

I tell him, I say, "Sonny,
you got a pair of balls,"

and then I blew
'em both off.

Who the fuck are you?

- Nat Ginzburg,

your new roommate.

- Okay, new roomie,
you listen up and listen good.

This is my cell.

You just sleep here.

- You got a name,
tough guy?

- Nappa.
Mr. Nappa.

- Mmm, I love
to eat Italian.

- I ain't no fag.

- Don't worry, I won't
hold that against you.

- Yeah.

- You a writer?

- I'm doing my memoirs.

- You Antonio Nappa,
the mob guy?

- Yeah.

- That's gonna
be some book.

You naming names?

- Names, places, felonies.

- You don't by any chance
need a Boswell, do you?

- Boswell?

- Secretary.

- Sure.

What's your name again?

- Nat.

- Short for Nathaniel?

- Short for Natalie.

[knocks on door]

- Come here.

[tense percussive music]

Whaddaya got
for me?

Yeah, he's writing some
fuckin' book about his life,

and from what I hear,
he tells everything.

Uh-huh.

♪ ♪

[sighs]
Okay.

They want us to get the book

and take care of Nappa.

- Fuck.

- Yeah, fuck.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [coughs]

[groans softly]

Why don't you
just kill me?

Oh, Kenny,
Kenny, Kenny.

- [groans, grunts]

- You know, in Africa...
- [coughs]

- The elders of the tribe

used to teach the young warriors
not just how to fight,

but how to live.
- [grunts]

[sighs]

- I...

am the chief
of this tribe

and will teach you
the right way to behave.

- You're one sick
motherfucker, Adebisi.

Oh, shit!
Ah!

- First lesson
is your respect.

- I-I do respect you.

I respect you.

[inhales sharply]
Ah.

[groans]

- Oh, yeah?

Get ready.

We have to prepare breakfast
for our brothers.

- [coughs]

[door opens]

[sighs]

- Your wife is murdered.

You find out she's
been cheating on you.

That's a lot
to handle emotionally.

- [sighs]
I grew up in the same hood,

to the same grade school,
same junior high together.

I was supposed
to take her to her prom,

but I got arrested
the day before.

I had the tux rented,
corsage bought.

I felt bad that
she missed out 'cause of me.

- Mm-hmm.

But there's something else that
we're gonna have to deal with,

your son.

Now that he has no mother,
he's gonna depend on you.

He's gonna need more from you
as a father.

- What you saying?
I love my kid.

- Sure, but the time that
you spend with him

needs to be
more focused.

I want you to join
the parenting program,

establish an ongoing
relationship with your son

so that when you get released,
he'll know who you are.

What do you say?
Will you join up?

- I guess.

Anything for my kid.

[percussive music]

♪ ♪

- [inhales, kisses]
- There he is.

[Jordan babbling]
- [laughs]

- Hey, little buddy.
- Hi.

Hey, Ma.
- Hey.

How you doing?
- Hey.

- Look who's here.
- Hi.

- There's Daddy.
- Hi.

It's daddy.
Hey, Jordan.

Hi.
- Hey.

- Come here.
Hey.

[Jordan babbling]
- Oh, yeah?

Hi.
What's up?

How you been?
You been with Grandma?

Huh?
Huh?

Hey.
Hey.

Why's he acting like
he don't know me?

- Well, he hasn't seen you
for a while.

- Take your time.

- Hey, Jordan,

how's Grandma treating you?
[Jordan crying]

Stop.
Don't cry.

Stop crying.

No, stop crying.
Be a man!

Come on.

- It's okay.
It's okay, sweetie.

[tense music]

[Jordan wailing]
It's o--oh, it's all right.

Oh, it's okay, sweetie.

It's o--oh, baby.

- Where you going, Kenny?
- Don't worry.

- I got things to do.

- Oh, it's okay.

[bell ringing]

- McManus was just fuckin'
with your head, little brother,

the way all white men
fuck with our heads.

I got a plan, Kenny.

A way to break McManus.

- What good is
that gonna do?

- We force them to bring someone
else to run Emerald City.

- [clicks tongue]
Who'll be just as bad.

- Who'll be one of us.

[buzzer sounds]

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

- [kisses]

[laughs]

[all laughing]

♪ ♪

- All right, SORT, we're
gonna work on a cell extraction,

non-cooperative prisoner.

- Get down!
[all grunting]

- Stay down!
Stay down!

- Get down!
- Get down!

Stay down!
- What're you doing?

- Stay down!

Stay down!
Stay down!

Stay down!
- Fucking down!

[thumping]
- Down!

♪ ♪

- And the governor said
the crime rate is down

because of longer
prison sentences.

- You ever think
about going SORT?

- They're not big
on women.

- Besides,
when you sign on to SORT,

they remove all the human parts
of your body.

- Well, don't you think that's
the way they gotta be?

I mean, we're supposed to have
a day-to-day relationship

with the prisoners,
but the SORT guys,

their job is to go in there
and shut an ugly situation down.

- Mm-hmm, I know that
and I appreciate that,

but it takes a special kind
of hardness to be SORT.

- And I don't have it?

[door opens]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- We out of Sweet 'n Low?

You all deaf?

- What you did
to Tim McManus sucks.

- What I did to Tim McManus
was suck his cock,

and for that,
he treated me like a shitball.

- Accusing him
of sexual harassment?

That's an insult
to women who have been abused.

- Like you?

- Yeah, like me.

- You know what
your problem is, Diane?

You wanna be everybody's
best pal.

- Your problem,

you wanna be everybody's
worst nightmare.

♪ ♪

- Oh, look,
Sweet 'n Low.

[door opens and slams]

- Now, she's the right type
for the SORT team.

- [laughing]

♪ ♪

- O'Brien.

♪ ♪

Bevilacqua.

Giles.

Giles!

Base four, this is radio 24
requesting backup.

- Drawing and quartering.

A man was tied
to the tail of a horse

and dragged on the ground
to a gallows,

where he was hung
till he was half-dead,

then brought down,
his body cut open,

his entrails taken out
and burned.

Then his head cut off

and his body sliced
into quarters.

After all that indignity,

the hangman would hold up
the dead man's heart

and yell, "Behold,
the heart of a traitor!"

[gate buzzes]

- Leo?
- Yeah?

- I just wanted to talk to you
about Clayton Hughes.

- Yeah?
- Well...

- [sighs]
What'd he do now?

- Nothing.
I-I just had

a little conversation
with him,

and he seems
to need to know

if the guy
who stabbed his dad

is still in Oz.

- Look, I've told him
to let it go.

He's young.
He won't listen.

- Well, I dug around
the files a little.

There are 26 inmates
who were here 17 years ago

who may have seen something.

So I just wanted
to tell you that

I was gonna talk
to each one of them.

- And what
good'll that do?

Look, we interrogated them all
at the time.

We got nowhere.
- Leo, I'm not telling you

that I'm gonna
find anything out.

It's just that
after all these years,

maybe someone's willing
to give up some information.

- [groans softly]
[gate buzzes]

- Hi, Glo.
- Hey.

- I hear you have
William Giles here.

- Yeah, he suffered
a mild heart attack,

so I have him
under observation.

- Is he still talking
in Morse Code?

- Uh-huh.
He seems to do well

with yes and no questions.

- May I?
- Yeah.

- Thanks, Doc.

[machines beeping softly]

[patient coughing]

William, remember me,
Father Mukada?

- Yes.

- How are you feeling?
Better?

- Yes.

- I've been meaning to come
to see you in solitary.

Would you mind
if I asked you a question?

- No.

- You remember 17 years ago
a CO Named Samuel Hughes?

♪ ♪

- Yes.

- You remember that
he was killed here in Oz?

- Yeah.

- Were you there
in the cafeteria

when he was killed?

- Yes.

- You know who killed him?

♪ ♪

Do you know who killed
Samuel Hughes?

- [sighs]

Tell, bye-bye, die.

- No, you won't, I swear.

You'll be back in solitary,

where no inmate can hurt you.

- No.

- There's a young man,

Samuel Hughes' son, Clayton.

He needs to know
what happened to his father.

I've talked to all the other
prisoners who were here then,

and no one will
tell me anything.

William, please?

Which prisoner killed
Samuel Hughes?

♪ ♪

- Uh...

No, no prisoner.

- Not a prisoner?

Then who?

- Leo Glynn.

♪ ♪

- 20, 20,
we got a problem here.

Prisoner's OD'd.

We're too late for the medic.
Send the morgue boys.

[bell ringing]

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

- Morning, Len.

- Yeah.

- It's so nice and quiet.

I wish we could
leave 'em like this.

- Especially now,
since Schillinger's son OD'd.

- Yeah, I heard.

I thought Andrew was
in the Hole.

- He was.
- So how did he get the drugs?

- Beats the shit out of me.
- Is Glynn investigating?

- Yeah, but on the QT.

He doesn't seem all
that anxious to find out.

See you tomorrow.

- [sighs]

[bell ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

- How you doing there, Vern?

- [sighs]

I knew a guy,
had one arm.

Told me when he dreams,
he still had both arms.

Every morning, he'd wake up

and have to realize
all over again

one arm was missing.

Every morning, it was like
the first time they told him

his arm was gone.

[sighs]

My son is dead.

- What you did,
getting him the heroin...

That was
the right thing.

Put him to the test.

He was weak.

He was not one of us.

- No.

Way I figure it,
it was euthanasia.

Keller and Beecher
were gonna fuck with my boy.

[sighs]
By killing him...

I saved him.

[sighs]
[buzzer sounds]

- I'm asking McManus
to put me back in your pod.

- Don't.

- Why?
Andy's dead.

He ain't coming
back anytime soon.

You and me,
Beecher.

- Please take
your hand away.

- Beecher.

- Please.

Take your fucking
hand away.

- What the fuck are
you looking at?

You wanted revenge
on Schillinger.

I helped you get that.

[tense music]

- You did it for us?

- Oh, yeah.

- When are you gonna
figure it out?

You and me,

we're never gonna happen.

- You love me, Toby.

- Fuck my ass.

♪ ♪

- Sister Pete.

Hey, I'm gonna see you today.

Right?
- 3:00.

You visiting
one of your ex-wives?

- Yeah.

- Which one,
Kitty or Angelique?

- Bonnie.
Wife number two and number four.

She's the best.
- Mm.

- Hey, there she is,
there she is.

- A-ha, a redhead.

- No, the other one.

- Chris, she's...

- Huge.

- Well, did she gain some
weight after the divorce?

- No, she was that way
when I married her.

Both times.
- Oh.

- Bye.

- You and Schillinger
were together at Lardner

when you were how old?
- 17.

- He saved your life?

- Mm-hmm.

- Did you have
sex together?

- Yeah.

- Did he force himself
on you?

- Vern likes
the power part of sex,

so I let him think
he did.

- You enjoy sex with men?
- I enjoy sex.

Don't you?

You told me you were married
before you became a nun.

You and your husband
have great sex?

- Chris.
- I mean, I can tell you did.

[laughs]
I'll bet you were wild.

Lint.

You miss it, sex?

- I miss my husband.

- Sure.

You ever have sex
with anyone other than him?

- Chris, you know, every time
we have a session together

and we get to a topic
that you want to avoid,

you somehow manage
to turn the discussion

around to me.

- Hmm.

You noticed, huh?
[laughs]

- I just want to get
to the heart

of why you did what you did

to Beecher.

[buzzer sounding]

- You saw my ex, Bonnie.

When I met her,
she was all alone.

Very unhappy.

So I knew it'd be easy
to get her

to fall in love with me.

But what I didn't know

was after I broke her heart...

Would she still love me?

See, I'm a piece of shit.

I...

am worthless.

As bad as they come.

And to have someone
keep loving me

no matter how bad...

You happy now?

You got me to open up and spill
my guts all over your table.

Breakthrough.

- So you went along with Beecher

not in the name
of the Aryan brotherhood...

But to see if he would love you
no matter what?

- At first, I wanted
unconditional surrender...

And then I wanted
unconditional love.

But Beecher don't love me.

- And that's killing you inside.

♪ ♪

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
Forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those
who trespass again--

and lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom...

- Allahu akbar.

Allah.

♪ ♪

Allahu akbar.

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

This room is reserved.

- I know,
for you Muslims.

- Our daily study group.

Move the chairs.

- I was raised Episcopalian,

which means
we thought about God

once a week for an hour.

But you, you think about him
all the time.

- Yeah.

- Why?

- I want to know him.

- Me, too.

- I wanna know him.

I wanna know God.

I want him to know me,

to know I'm here.

I'm still in this place.

- He knows.

- You know,
when I came to Oz,

I read the Bible
from Genesis to Apocalypse.

- Great book,
the Bible.

May I borrow this?

The Qur'an?

♪ ♪

- Of course.

Beecher...

would you like to stay?

Listen to our discussion?

- Yes.

- Have a seat.

♪ ♪

Come on in,
my brothers.

- What are you doing?
Allowing a non-believer

into our study group?

- A non-believer?

You mean a white man.

- He doesn't belong.

- Beecher is a lost soul

searching for the truth.

He has every right to be there
to receive instruction.

- No.

- No?
- Ever since I came to Oz,

I've listened to you
rationalize your actions.

You are no longer fit
to lead us.

We need an imam
who is above reproach.

- And who's that, Khan?

You?

- Yes.

Never.

[speaking Arabic]

♪ ♪

[speaking Arabic]

♪ ♪

Nacim...

come.

♪ ♪

- [snorts]

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

- So it's true,
what I heard?

- Yes.

- [sighs]

I still want you
to teach me about God.

- I'm not sure
that I can.

♪ ♪

- Said's out.

- Beecher came to my office,

asked me if he could move
Said into his pod.

- And you said?
- Sure.

- [exhales]

We need to set up
a meeting

with whoever took
Said's place.

What's his name?
- Hamid Khan.

[woman screaming]
- Hey!

♪ ♪

Help!
Help me!

[crying]

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

[woman crying]
- Prisoner number 9-9-K-5-1-5,

Hamid Khan,

convicted March 6, '99,

aggravated assault.

Sentence: 10 years.

Up for parole in five.

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

♪ ♪

- Moving in with
the white folk, Kareem?

- Hey, love birds.

- My all-time favorite
punishment?

It's called
Riding the Stang.

The wittiest person in town
would be put on a chair,

carried around the streets
by his fellow townspeople

while he banged on a bucket
and yelled out dirty limericks

condemning the accused.

Being made fun of,

being humiliated in front of
everyone else in your community.

That may be
the cruelest punishment of all.

[breathing heavy]

[Said sobbing]

- No, no.

[sobbing continues]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪