Oz (1997–2003): Season 4, Episode 11 - Revenge Is Sweet - full transcript

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

- Most prisons
manufacture things:

license plates, clothes,
computer chips.

In Oz, we do one thing
better than anybody...

Revenge.

Yeah, we churn out revenge
with greater precision

than a Ford
assembly line.

We're world renowned.

And I'm happy to say for us,
revenge is a growth industry.

[gate buzzes]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- What the fuck
you all looking at?

- All right, warden
wants to see you.

- We believe you arranged
to have Bian Yixue killed.

- And your belief
is based on what?

- On Bian coming to me

and saying that
you threatened him.

McManus, do I look
stupid to you?

You warned me that if anything
happened to those illegals,

I'd be held accountable,

and then the next day
I go out and grease the guy?

Fuck that.

- Maybe you greased him assuming
I'll think you're too smart to.

- And maybe somebody
set me up.

- [sighs] We have no evidence.

- Only the word
of a dead man.

- Thanks for arranging
my stay in the cage.

I ain't gonna forget it.

- So much for
fucking Plan A.

- And that's why they call it
Plan A, Chuckie,

'cause there's still
a plan B, C, D,

all the way to fucking Z
if we need it.

- We ain't got time

to go through the whole
fucking alphabet.

This cocksucker's gonna
make a move on us...

and soon.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- Hey, yo, Glynn.

My shower don't work, man.

I'm fucking
stinking in here, man.

Come on, man.

- Warden, I got some
big news for you.

You gotta
hear me out, warden!

I got serious
4-1-1 here!

Warden!

W-warden?

Warden,
you gotta let me out.

I gotta talk to you in here.

- You wanted to see me?

- I got a proposition.

- You patted
him down?

- Yes, sir.

- Close the door,
but stay close by.

- All right.

- What?

- I know me and you had some
bad shit between us, right?

And I know you're planning
on keeping me in solitary

for the rest of my life.

See, but I can't be in solitary
for the rest of my life,

'cause I'll be
a fucking zombie,

especially after being on
the outside again, you know?

- Get to the point.

- Put me back in Em City,

and in return,

I'll be your eyes
and I'll be your ears.

- An informant?

- Yeah, whatever you need
to know, I'll find it out.

- And your loyalty
to El Norte?

- Fuck 'em!

It was fucking Hernandez
tried to get me killed,

put me in this
fucking shithole.

- Alvarez, you are
in this shithole

because you are
the lowest form of animal life.

Do you understand me?

- So your answer is no?

- My answer's yes.

You're also
the perfect snitch.

[gate buzzes]

♪ ♪

- You got busted
going into Mexico?

What are you,
stupid or what, Alvarez?

[jeers, laughter]

- Spic and span, Alvarez.

Bring me back
some pussy, man.

- Miguel Alvarez.

I was wondering when
you'd come see me.

- You know, a lot's
happened since I escaped.

Hernandez is dead.

- And that makes
you feel how?

- Happy.

I hated that
fucking cocksucker.

- Honesty.

I like honesty.

But I hear sometimes
you're too honest.

- Look, man,
I don't give a fuck.

You in charge now.

That's all you, man.

I just want back in.

Tell me what I gotta do.

You see that man
over there?

Burr Redding?

- Yeah.

- Kill him.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- "Vengeance is mine",
sayeth the Lord.

That's right.

According to the Bible,

revenge is the exclusive
property of God Almighty.

But if God admits
to using revenge,

and if God can only do good,
does that mean revenge is good?

Does that mean if we
are made in God's image,

then revenge becomes
not an act of hate,

but a holy crusade?

A blessed thing?

- All right,
next item, Gloria.

- The Wygert Corporation
has asked us to participate

in testing a new drug
that they're developing.

- I'm against using prisoners
as guinea pigs.

- Participation
would be voluntary.

- Why would one of
these jackasses volunteer?

Benefit humanity?
Come on.

- Well, Wygert has also
contacted the governor,

who's agreed to reduce
the sentences of those prisoners

who cooperate in the experiment.

- Jeez, what does this drug do,
cure cancer?

- No, it's actually designed to
reduce overcrowding in prisons.

Instead of serving
the time he's sentenced,

the criminal
would take a pill

and age the same
number of years.

- Age, what do you mean,
like grow old?

- Yes.
- This is real?

- Widespread use is
probably a decade away,

but the tests we do here will
be the preliminary findings

upon which further
research will be based,

until the FDA approves.

- Let me get
this straight.

If a 20-year-old is
supposed to serve 30 years,

the drug physically
transforms his body

into that of a 50-year-old?

- Yes.

And he goes free.

[loud cheering]

- There--
[clears throat]

There are,
of course, dangers.

Several of the lab animals
developed heart problems,

tumors, two died.

Now, we're not
completely sure

how the drug interacts
with humans,

at what rate you would age

or if you would age more years
than you're supposed to.

The risk is great.

The sacrifice is great.

That's why the reward
is great, too.

- Beecher,
you gonna sign up?

- I don't know.

My daughter needs me full time,

but what's it gonna
be like for her,

me coming out looking older
than my grandfather?

You?

- No, I can't.

I'm in for life.

Only pill they could
give me is cyanide.

- Norma and I are
getting married.

It'd be nice to have
a normal life together,

but I'm afraid to die.

- Yo, you stay here,
you got no guarantees you live.

I'm in.
- Me, too.

I'll take a tumor over
this place any day.

- The program is immoral.

It's unnatural.

- I know, but still...

my father had a stroke.

I'd like to be with him
before he dies.

[gate buzzes]

- Oh, Jesus!
- Hey, stud.

These kitchen whites
you're wearing are so sexy.

I just love
a man in uniform.

- Look, not here.

Not now!

- What?
You got a headache?

- I told you, we can't
be doing this anymore.

It's fucking crazy.

- And I told you...

It's up to me
when we stop.

- I could go
to the warden.

- That'd sure stop me
from fucking you.

Of course, then I'd have
to find someone else--

someone as
handsome as you.

- God.

- Hey, I know.

How about your brother, Cyril?

[laughing]

- All right.

- Today, you're gonna play
the little Dutch boy

who stuck his finger
in the dike.

- Mm-hmm.

Yes, Aunt Brenda.

The candy
came yesterday.

It was very good.

- Let's go,
you fucking 'tard.

- I especially liked
the chocolate with the nuts.

[indistinct shouting]

- Break it up!

- Break it up!

- I'll fucking kill you!

[shrieks]

[screaming]

- Cyril's behavior
continues to be erratic.

I think that we should seriously
consider transferring him

to the Conley Institute.

- Separating him
from his brother's

only gonna make him worse.

- Yeah, but then he's not
gonna be our problem.

How about
that rain check?

- Huh?

- Dinner, what are you
doing tonight?

- I'm working late.

Dr. Prestopnik has
a charity event.

- Tomorrow night?

- Maybe.
We'll see.

- Time, it's just so fucked up,
especially here in Oz.

You start thinking about
the time that you've wasted

and the time that
you have left to serve, and--

and the time that
you have left to--to live.

Look...

I heard about what you're doing,
testing this new drug.

You gotta help me and my brother
get out of this place.

Please, Gloria,
make me old.

- O'Reily's not
a viable candidate!

- Why not?

- Because inmates
in this program

have to be eligible
for parole.

O'Reily's in for life,
and so is his brother.

- I can petition
the commissioner

to make an exception.

If he's gonna listen to
anybody about the O'Reilys,

it's gonna be me.

- Why the fuck
do you want to help them?

- Humanitarian reasons.

- Humanitarian
and Ryan O'Reily

don't belong in
the same sentence.

Would you talk to her?
- Gloria--

- I'm willing to give
the guy a chance.

Why can't you?

- I've given him plenty
of chances, plenty.

- You know, sometimes
you're so blind.

- You put O'Reily
in this program,

I'm gonna do everything in my
power to shut it the fuck down!

I swear to God!

[door slamming]

- Five of you
will be given the drug.

Five of you will get
a harmless placebo.

Once a week, you'll
receive another dosage

and another complete
physical examination

in order to monitor your health
and the progress of your aging.

Are there any questions?

Let's go.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- Take it, Cyril.

- I don't like medicine.

- Come on, take it.

[door slamming]

- My Uncle Bilbo once said,

"Revenge is a dish
best served cold."

Meaning, I guess,
if the person plotting revenge

goes into it
all hot and lathered,

he's likely
to go home hungry.

But the guy who approaches
his goal with a cool, clear eye,

he has himself a feast.

Bon apetit.

- Augustus Hill.

How you doing,
brother?

- What can I do
for you, Vahue?

The answer is no.

- Why you gon' be
like that, man?

You and me got history.

- Yeah,
and it's ancient.

- Ancient?

I remember when I first
got into Oz, I was your hero.

You be talking about
the '95 bulls game, boy.

- You scored 58 points.

- Yeah, you always
been my hero, man.

- That's me.
Fucking role model.

- Well, I was
still naive then.

Back then I thought
you were as good a person

as you are at basketball.

- Now, hold on, man.

Look, during the riots,
I stepped up...

Tried to save
Eugene Dobbins' life.

What'd I get for it?

An ass whupping
and a transfer.

- Whatever.
- Fuck you, man.

Shit, ever since I
been back in Oz, man,

I've been invisible.

Ain't been causing
nobody no trouble.

Now I'm up for parole.

So while's you
in here rotting,

I'll be back out,
back on the court.

Why don't you live
with that, little man?

- Damn!

- What's the problem?

- I'm trying to find
the name of that woman

who Jackson Vahue
beat up and almost raped,

the one that
got him sent to Oz.

- Why?

- 'Cause that
cocksucker Vahue

is gonna sweet-talk the parole
board into letting him go free.

I want to make sure the girl
gets the chance

to tell the board not to.

- You still hate him
that much?

- Hate?

This ain't about hate.

This is about justice.

He's supposed to serve 12 years.

He should serve
the full 12 years.

- If he gets out now,

he's got a chance of getting
his career back.

Seven more years,
he'll be too old.

- Exactly.

- Sounds like hate to me.

- Yeah, Beverly Reed, please?

Oh, hi, Beverly.

Uh... huh?

Listen, who I am
is not important.

What I have to say is.

Have you been notified
that Jackson Vahue

is up for parole?

I didn't think so.

Yeah, I thought you'd have
something to say about that.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- Yo, Jackson.

How'd that
hearing go, man?

[all shouting]

[intense music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, shit, yo!

- [indistinct yelling]

- [screams]

- Yo, Smith.

Yo, Smith.

Yo, my shower's
still busted, man.

What the fuck!

- Yo, yo, Smithy boy.
Yo, come on.

Hey, my nigga.

Hey, you watch my nigga,
you won't get no bigger.

Come on, I just
need five minutes

with the warden,
all right?

I got something
important!

Come on, baby!

Hook me up!

- This is moving day.

- I just want to be sure you
were aware of what's going on.

Last year during rec time
in the gymnasium,

you stabbed a man named...

Louie Bevilacqua.

You killed him.

Do you remember that?

- Bad, bad.

Bold.

- Yeah.

So, the court has found you
guilty of first-degree murder.

Ah, the judge...

he has sentenced you to death.

- Death, dying, dead.

- Yes.

- Peter...

Peter Marie...

- And they are going to
transfer you to death row

where you are going
to stay until...

the day of your--

- No!

Save, save,
save, save!

- Sorry.

- Save!

Save!

Save!

Save, save!

- Hey, Lopresti,
who's that?

- It's your new playmate...

William Giles.

- Peter, Peter Marie.

- She's not here
to protect you, pal.

From now on...

I'm your lifeline.

- Hey, my name's Moses.
How you doing?

- Tooty-fruity.

- Tooty-fruity?

What the fuck
does that mean?

- Dit dit dit dit.

Dit dit dit.
Dit dit dit.

Da da da da da.

- Great.

- My last days on Earth

and I'm locked up
with a fuckin' lunatic.

- Puppy dog.

- Right.

- You got more than that.

Come on, push it!

Yeah!

Yeah.

That's it.

Yeah, come on.

Keep it up.

- You do not
belong here.

- Minister Said--

- I've told you 100 times,

you cannot
become a Muslim!

- Please, help me.

- [roaring]

Let go of me!

[gunshots]

- Shit.

[sirens]

- Prisoner #00T255,

Leroy Tidd,

convicted May 10, 2000,

armed robbery,
reckless endangerment.

Sentence: 20 years.

Up for parole in 12.

- Whoa!

- Give me the ball.

Tell your friend Said
I don't like him

getting me sent
to the hole.

Give me the ball.

- Oh, sure.

- Got you, nigga.

- Ahum dal Allah.

- [chanting]

What happened
to your face?

- Let me tell you.

I want to tell you...

whatever anger you feel towards
Leroy Tidd will disappear.

- Okay.

I'm listening.

[gate buzzes]

- Thank you for getting me
out of the hole

and for arranging for me
to come back to Emerald City.

- I was wrong.

I've been blaming you
for the sins of others.

For that I am
truly sorry.

Asalaam Alaikum,
my brother.

- I hate the fact
we had to look like saps

while the niggers win.

- Don't worry.

Once Said's dead,

we'll flatten
Tidd's black ass.

Fucker doesn't know
how to pull a punch.

- Told you guys to
leave Said alone.

What, you want to start
a fucking war?

- Vern, Tidd's gonna
do all the dirty work.

No one will know
we're involved.

- This is Oz.

People have a way of finding out
the truth.

- Look, why don't you go
thump your Bible, okay?

- Beat it.

Scram!

- We're buddies with
Vern Schillinger.

- You been fucking
with his head.

- Hoyt.

We agreed I'd do the talking;
let me do the fucking talking.

- Then get to the point.

- First, you convince him

to join that interaction
program with Beecher.

- Gentlemen,
I assure you,

I didn't convince him
to do anything

except look in his heart,

open his heart
to the Lord.

- He's always been
just fine without you.

- Hoyt, go read a book.

- Schillinger runs
the Brotherhood.

- I understand you look
to him for leadership.

- No, we look to him
for balls...

not heart.

Balls.

When something
needs to get done,

it needs to get done
without no...

whatcha call it?

Moral dilemma.

- There are many ways
to get things done.

- Not here, Rev.

You back off on Vern,
or Hoyt...

He'll see to it
that you and Jesus

have a face to face soon...

in Heaven.

Let's go.

- I got a visit from a couple
of friends of yours,

Robson, Hoyt.

- They threaten you?

- Yes.

- I'll talk to them.

- Ah, don't,
I'm not afraid.

I'm just telling you.

I thought you should know.

They would do anything
to get you back.

- Look, Reverend, I've been
reading the Scriptures,

talking to you,

and I still don't know
where I am in all this.

I don't want to be
some big holy roller, I just...

just want to have
some joy in my life.

Now, if those two fuckers
can't appreciate that,

then to hell with them.

- Yeah, to hell
with them indeed.

- Now, here's the name
and number of a woman

I want you to call

if you need anything
before the baby comes,

or if you just want
to talk things through.

- "The New Church of Christ."

Man, I heard of them.

Ain't that the group
whose minister got caught

stealing hundreds
and thousands of dollars?

- The Reverend Cloutier, yes.

He's here in Oz.

And he's a good man, Carrie.

I-I've told him
all about you...

you know, how you got nobody,
except for me and Hank.

- Hank?

Where the fuck is Hank?

Not even a postcard.

- You got to remember,

the boy left town before
he knew you were pregnant.

If--if hank was aware of what
was going on, he'd be here.

- Yeah, don't be so sure.

- Reverend Cloutier says
that this woman...

this Sarah,

she was all alone and pregnant

before she found
his congregation.

When you get lonely,
call her, okay?

She understands.

- Mr. Schillinger, I didn't take
you for the religious type.

- I'm--I'm not.

I mean, I've always
been Christian.

Just...

I'm starting to see
other parts of the picture now.

- Okay.

Schillinger's on his way
to the interaction.

- Uh-huh.

- You nervous?

- You and I have talked

through all my feelings
about Schillinger.

I know exactly what
I want to say to him,

and I pretty much know
what he's gonna tell me,

and yet my hands are sweaty
and I'm borderline nauseous.

- All right, but that
doesn't mean that

it's wrong to meet with him.

- I just want my
daughter to be safe.

I want my family to be safe.

[exhales heavily]

And I'd like to wake up
one morning and not be afraid.

- Come in, Vern.

Why don't we all sit down?

Okay, so, um...

Who wants to go first?

- I do.

With your permission,

I'd like to start with a reading
from the holy scripture.

- Ah, sure.

Tobias, do you mind?

- Nope, not at all.

- [clears throat]

"The wolf shall
dwell with the lamb,

"and the leopard shall lie down
with the kid and the calf

"and the lion
and the fatling together,

"and a little child
shall lead them.

"The cow and the bear
shall feed.

"Their young shall
lie down together,

"and the lion shall
eat straw like the ox.

"The sucking child shall play
over the hole of the asp

"and the weaned child shall
put his hand on the adder's den.

They shall not hurt or destroy
in all my holy mountain."

- [crying]

[rats squealing]

- Prisoner #96K423,

Timothy Kirk, convicted
April 16, 1996,

manslaughter, endangering
the welfare of a child.

Sentence: 12 years.

Up for parole in seven.

- Mmm...

healthy body,
healthy mind.

In the Catholic church,

the body is a temple
of the Holy Spirit

that we're supposed
to keep pure.

You believe that,
preacher?

- The body is
God's gift to us.

We're obligated to
take care of it.

- What about sex?

Is that a gift
of God, too?

- Of course.

- How'd you
like a blow job?

- What makes you think
I want a blow job?

- Everybody
wants a blow job.

- No, thank you.

Step back, please.

You made a lifetime
out of being adorable,

sexy in a lost
little boy kind of way,

but you threw your baby
in the trash.

That's a man's crime.

It's time for you
to be a man.

[somber jazz music]

♪ ♪

- Bob, did you have a nice
visit with your son?

- Yes, though he says
my grandson's health

is getting more
and more precarious.

- Oh, I'm sorry
to hear that.

Norma.

Bob Rebadow,
my fiancé, Norma Clark.

- A pleasure.

- Agamemnon's told me
so much about you.

- Nothing good, I hope.

I'll leave you
two lovebirds alone.

- Did you talk to whoever
you needed to talk to

about us getting married?

- I have an appointment
to see the warden tomorrow.

-You don't think there'll
be a problem, do you?

- Oh, no.
- Oh, good.

- We were already engaged
to be married, Maggie and I,

when we learned that
she was pregnant.

Today that's
no big deal, but...

Back in '65,

given her family's
position in society,

out of wedlock
meant scandal.

Still, we could've
weathered the storm together.

Maggie was...

Oh, Maggie.

- That's enough
for tonight.

- Two weeks
before the wedding,

I stabbed Norton Pratt
in the neck,

and Maggie,
she died in childbirth.

My beautiful Maggie.

I wish you all the happiness
in the world, Agamemnon.

- Thank you, Bob.

- I do want to dance
at your wedding!

- Busmalis.

Busmalis.

I know your
dirty little secret.

- I have a dirty
little secret?

- A little secret
involving dirt.

You know, like digging.

You dig?

The night before they threw
my ass back up in here again,

I'll be goddamned,

I saw you digging
a motherfucking tunnel.

- Tunnel?
No--

- Don't play me!

Fuck I look
like to you?

- What do you want?

- From you...

nothing.

But I may use
what I know

to get my ass
out of solitary, all right?

- No, please.

I'm getting married, see.

- [scoffs] Married?

What the fuck do I care
if you get married?

- I'll pay you.

- Pay me?
Pay me what?

What the hell
good is money

with my ass locked up
in here like this, huh?

- Hey, no talking!

- I'd allow someone to get
married inside the prison

only as a reward
for good behavior.

- I'm very well-behaved.

- You dug a tunnel
and escaped

along with Alvarez,
causing me great embarrassment.

- But you
recaptured us both.

- Busmalis is sorry for
what he did, aren't you?

- Yes!

- And, uh, we could use a little
romance around here, Leo.

- Okay.

If you swear to me that
you won't dig another tunnel,

I'll let you
have the ceremony.

But if I find out
that you're lying,

it's solitary confinement

and you'll never see
Norma again.

- Warden, on my father's grave,
my mother's life

and my honor as a Scout,
I swear I won't dig anymore.

- Go ahead,
make the arrangements.

- I've never actually
filled in a tunnel before.

Feels almost
like murder.

Such a lovely tunnel, too.

- You'd better
get cracking.

- Yeah.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- Busmalis,
I think you may...

- Oh, shit!

- What's the matter?

- I hit something.

- Holy Jesus.

- Start digging,
Busmalis.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- Last year the Hatfields
and the McCoys,

two families who've been feuding
for something like 150 years,

sat down together
and made peace.

Imagine that, giving up all
that hate after all those years.

Some people think
the whole brouhaha

started over a stolen pig,

though there are those who swear
the feud was over a woman.

[dance music on radio]

- Floria, this is
my favorite song.

- Bullshit, Lopresti,

You don't even
know who's singing.

- Yo, Floria,
where you from?

- Jane Street projects.

- Say word.

Yo, me, too.

Well, you know, nearby.

I grew up on, uh,
MLK and Southern.

- I love your eyes.

I just fucking
love your eyes, girl.

- Morning, Floria.

- Long wait to see Leo?

- Yeah, and he isn't
even in yet.

- Oh.

Hill, Poet,
what are you doing here?

- Yo, uh, everybody signed
this petition to, uh, get cable.

- That's right.
Broadcast television sucks.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, uh, you should've
brought this to me.

Take 'em back.

- Bye, Floria.

- Later, Floria.

- Bye, beautiful eyes.

Beautiful, pretty eyes.

- Would you get out?

- Hey, McManus,
when the warden comes,

you can go ahead of me.

- Oh, yeah,
you're so generous, Lopresti.

- Well, you're a busy man.

- Hello.

McManus, Lopresti.

Look, give me a couple
minutes, okay?

- Sure.

- Take your time.

- Oh, warden,
before you go in...

Surprise.

I had the workers
redecorate over the weekend.

- Hey, Floria, maybe next
you can do my office.

- Looks okay?
- Okay?

It's... [sighs contentedly]
Fantastic.

You're fantastic.

The cafeteria's all set up
for the regional conference.

The other wardens
will be here by 10:00,

and the governor
arrives at 11:30.

- Good.

- And I got a lead on
an apartment for you

about six blocks
from here.

An efficiency,
all furnished,

maid service.

- My wife call?

- No, sorry.

- Send her some flowers.

- Warden, I do
have a message.

It's from her lawyer.

He wants to know who he should
contact regarding the divorce.

- I don't know.

How the fuck
should I know?!

It's my first divorce.

- Well, I could
find you someone.

My brother's
an attorney.

He'll know the right guy.

- Send the flowers anyway.

- Hello, Leo.

Conference
is going great.

You really
pulled it off.

- I should've known
you'd show up, Querns.

- Well, I am running
Lardner now.

- When I heard the commissioner
was considering you

to replace Sol Karnes,

I called him and told him
what I thought of you.

- And you can see how much
influence you have.

- Fuck off.

- Wait.

Don't you want to know
how Clayton Hughes is doing?

Not great.

The prisoners all hate him
because he used to be a CO.

- And the COs hate him because
they consider him a turncoat.

- He's getting in
a lot of fights.

Right now I got him
in protective custody.

But the truth is,

I don't think
he'll survive the year.

- Christ.
[applause]

- Main attraction
has arrived.

- I want to transfer
Clayton to Oz.

I can protect him.

- Right.

- I can protect him.

- Leo, Martin.

- Governor, you seem
to be getting around

pretty well on
those things.

- My physical therapist
says I'm recuperating faster

than any patient
she's ever had.

I expect to drop these crutches
in a matter of weeks.

Nice little shindig, leo.

A lot of people thought
I shouldn't come,

given the fact that
this is the same room...

where I got shot.

But I say
what the fuck, huh?

Without your boy
Clayton's helping hand,

Alvah Case might've
won the election.

Remind me to send
Hughes a thank-you card.

[gate buzzes]

- My God.

- Hello, Leo.

Good to be home.

- Which unit am
I gonna be in?

- Unit J.

- The cop unit?

No way.

- Since when do you think
you have a choice?

Let's go.

- So who're your friends,
dickhead?

Who are your friends,
you little cocksucker?

Sonofabitch.

You little cocksucker.

I'll knock the shit
out of you!

You cocksucker!

Shithead bastard!

You sonofabitch!

You spit on me,
you prick!

Bastard!

- Prisoner #01Y208,

Alvin Yood, convicted
January 20, 2001,

aggravated assault
of a minor.

Sentence: 12 years,

up for parole in seven.

- Hey, when's lunch get here?
I'm starving.

- Lunch'll get here
the same time

it gets here every
other fucking day.

- Hey, you know, Howell,

we had a female
deputy sheriff

back home that looked
a lot like you.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah, she was tough,
no bullshit.

I mean, had opinions
about everything.

- And I suppose
you and your men

in that little dink farm town
you're from

couldn't handle that?

- Oh, no, no,
we didn't have to.

She got drunk
one night after work,

went to a little bar
in Spencer,

got gangbanged on the pool table
by a bunch of bikers.

Speaking of which,

why ain't we got
a pool table?

- Officer Howell?

- Yes, sir.

You know
Clayton Hughes.

- Of course.
Cell two.

- Officer, I want you to make
sure that no harm comes to him.

- I'm a CO, Warden,
not a miracle worker.

- How you doing, John?

- Couldn't be better.

- Lunch!

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

I made this especially
for you, Detective.

Put a little extra
seasoning on it.

- You spit in it?

- Pissed in it.

- New guy--

is he the CO who tried to
assassinate Governor Devlin?

- Yeah.

- Guess he should've
spent a little more time

on the shooting range.

- What'd you say,
motherfucker, huh?

- Hey!
- Talkin' about me?!

- Jesus Christ!

- Wait, no, man! Please, man!

Please! Argh!

- Bruno Goergen
wasn't well liked, John,

but that doesn't excuse you

pushing him down
an elevator shaft.

But I think most people
in the department

believe that you did
what you had to do.

- Not Nancy.

She didn't
come to my trial.

She hasn't been here once.

- I'm not gonna
lie to you, John.

Nancy's angry.

You were her partner.

She feels that you
betrayed her trust.

- The worst part about
being in this place

is you can't talk to
the people you need to talk to

in order to
set things straight.

- Look, I'll tell you
the other reason that I'm here.

Your wife called.

She's very upset that
you refuse to see her or Robby.

- I can't.

Doesn't Abby understand?

I can't face her...

or him.

My son.

- She wants to come for
a visit without Robby.

- No.
- John--

- No.

- Look, she loves you,
and your silence is killing her

in the same way that Nancy's
silence is hurting you.

- It was an honor
serving under you, sir.

- Holy fucking shit,
Keller.

- Hey, man,
good to see you.

- Oh, man.
- How you doing?

- How you doing?
- Ronnie's cute.

Does he like
to fool around?

[alarm ringing]

[gate buzzes]
- Count!

97B412, Beecher.

00M871, Morales.

96G522, Guerra.

95H522, Hill.

- Ronnie boy.
- What's up?

- What are you doing,
jerking off there?

- Just giving old Magic Johnson
his morning stretch, that's all.

- As long as old Magic

didn't get any action
last night.

- Meaning?

- Well, they got rules
against us fucking.

- Yeah, right.

Since when do you follow
the fucking rules, man?

- Since you got stuck
with Beecher.

You don't want to be sticking
your prick into that prick.

- No?

- The guy's a slut.

Nothing but trouble.

- Wow.

Boy, wish you would've
told me that yesterday.

'Cause last night,
he gave me a blow job deluxe.

- I know what
you're doing.

Fucking Barlog
to make me jealous?

You're a miserable little cunt,
you know that?

- You killed the last
two guys I slept with.

You gonna kill your
own friend, Ronnie, too?

- So, uh, let me try to
understand something here.

I mean, you--you were
the king of the scams, man.

You could hustle a cop
out of his badge.

How the hell did you

get busted for
robbing a grocery store,

reckless fucking driving?

- Yeah, well,
after my last divorce,

I went into a kind
of a tailspin.

- I remember.

Lots of drugs,
lots of college boys.

- You know, a part of me thinks
in retrospect,

I robbed that store,

which was the stupidest thing
I could've done...

'Cause I wanted
to get caught.

You know, some demented
slice of my brain was saying,

"Hey, take some
time off the street."

- 88 years, that's a...

that's a long time
off the street.

What, Keller, what?

Come on.

- Hello!

Get a room.

- [laughing]

[bell ringing]
- Lights out.

- Finally.

Ronnie.

- No, no, no.

- What, what's the matter?

- Keller.

- What about him?

- He and I fucked
this afternoon.

- What?

- Yeah, first time.

And it was great.

I mean, I knew him,
you know.

He and I, we ran together
all those years.

Keller was like
a big brother to me.

Sometimes he'd come up
with some Ponzi, you know,

and--and I would
just go along.

But, uh...

I guess I never
admitted to myself.

He says he loves me.

- [scoffs]

- And he made me promise that
you and I wouldn't do it, so...

- He doesn't
love you, Ronnie.

It's just another Ponzi.

- Probably.

But, Beecher...

we're in Oz.

So what the fuck
is the difference?

[somber jazz music]

♪ ♪

- So you were Keller's friend
before he got arrested?

- Yeah, I knew him.
Sure, yeah.

- On May 2, 1998,
Keller was at a gay bar

where he picked up
one Bryce Tibbets.

He drove Tibbets
across the state line

to a forest where he sodomized,
tortured, and murdered

the young man.

- What's that
got to do with me?

- Did Keller ever mention
killing Bryce Tibbets?

- Nah.

- How about Mark Carocci?

- No.
- Byam Lewis?

- Nope, none of that.

- Too bad.

See, if he had mentioned
these murders to you

and you'd been
willing to testify,

you could've gotten
your sentence reduced

from 13 years to, say, five.

- Five?

- The deal is out there...

waiting to be reached.

- [clears throat]
I got to call my lawyer.

- You do that, Ronnie.

You make that call.

- What is the only position
not mentioned in

the Abbott and Costello routine
"Who's On First?"

- I hate baseball.

- I hate
Abbott and Costello.

- Well, it's definitely
not the infield.

I need some help here.

- Listen, I'm gonna say,

if I were you, I wouldn't
choose the wrong position.

- Shortstop.

- Don't choose
the wrong position?

- Right field.

- Right field.

- Yee!

- You're in the right field
with $1,000.

- Shit.

We got to get cable, man.

- What do you want?

- You're, um--
you're a lawyer, right?

- I was.

- Yeah.

Let me, um...

let me run a little
something by you,

if you don't mind.

A deal that the, uh--

that the feds
are offering me.

- I don't work pro bono.

- I'll, uh...

I'll make the consultation
worth your while.

- Maybe we can work
something out.

Keller.

- Oh, are we speaking?

I thought we were trying
to fuck with each other.

- Ronnie Barlog is
about to sell you out.

- You're a goddamn liar.

- The FBI offered him
reduced prison time

if he testifies against you
in those homosexual murders.

- You're saying that
'cause you're jealous.

- Believe what
you want to believe.

Write me from Death Row.

- Hey, who was it
wanted to talk to you?

- FBI.

They were grilling me about
that bank job in Buffalo.

There we go with that.

- You are amazing, Ronnie.

You fix anything,
can't you?

- Some people are just
mechanically inclined,

that's all.

- You got many gifts,
Ronnie.

Got a great imagination,

got a way with words.

- Me? Nah, come on.

- Well, I hear you been telling
a lot of fantastic stories.

- Huh?

- Stories about me...

and my encounter
with certain young men.

- Chris, I didn't say
nothing about that, I swear.

- You sure?

- Yeah, on my life, man,
come on.

- You swear on your life,
that's enough for me.

Suck my dick.

- Chris, you know I would
never jabber on you, man.

They did make me an offer,

but I turned those
fed fucks down right there.

I told them, you know,
"You can kiss my ass."

It ain't happening.

- You know,
sometimes I think...

I killed all those guys

'cause I wanted to kill
the part of me I despise.

[heavy breathing]

- When you take
revenge on somebody,

you are actually paying them
the highest compliment possible.

It's like saying,

"You've affected my life
to such an extent

"that I must
reciprocate.

I must affect your life
as deeply as you have mine."

Revenge may be
the ultimate Hallmark card.

Yeah.

When you think
of it like that,

the cliche is true:

revenge is sweet.

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪