Oz (1997–2003): Season 5, Episode 2 - Laws of Gravity - full transcript

McManus thinks White may reform if he spends quality time with Said; Alvarez offers Guerra a unique solution to their dispute; O'Reily's mother, Suzanne Fitzgerald, begins a community service term teaching music at Oz.

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

- There are three kinds of laws
which govern us all.

First and foremost
are the laws of God,

followed closely
by the laws of nature,

and running
a distant third,

the laws
created by man.

You see, in order
for man to create a law,

a group of people have to
get together and decide

that they have come up
with "the ultimate truth."

A basic, inherent truth
by which every citizen

must conduct himself
or be punished.

The only problem is,
the group of people

who decides on
"the ultimate truth"

is a bunch
of politicians.

Given the choice,

would you rather be judged
by a whim of the Almighty,

or a vote
by congress?

- Here comes
the dead man.

- Make your move, bro.

- Later, bro,
but I'm keeping an eye on you.

- Truer words have
never been spoke, man.

- What the hell's
that mean?

- Being only that
you got one good eye,


- Cocksucker!

- Get him!
Kill him!

- Kill that motherfucker!

Kill that fucking
brown-ass motherfucker!

- Fascinating,
you in the cafeteria.

- What do you mean?

- Throwing caution
to the wind.

- Think it'll work?

Will I survive?

- I don't know.

- But you gotta know.

You been in Oz,
like, 36 years.

Been through the same shit
that I've been through,

and more.

And I know you
know all the tricks.

- No, no tricks.

- Well, then what?

- I've just
been myself.

Like I said, it's fascinating
the difference in generations.

You young people
growin' up with

so much choice
and possibility.

On the one hand,
that's a marvelous thing.

On the other, so many of you
battle with who you are.

For us,
it was simpler.

There was none of this
"finding yourself" jazz.

You just concentrated
on what you had to do.

You were 18...

19 years old
going off to war.

So that's
who you were.

That's who
we all were.

- So you guys are heroes?

Is what
you're telling me?

You guys are he-men?

- Lord, no,
we were scared to death.

But when the landing boats
carried you to shore

and the metal doors came down,
you charged the beach,

took the blow,
that's just how it was.

It had to be done.

I've faced
many hurdles and...

Moments of great fear
in my life.

But coming from an age
when men took the blow,

I've always felt comfortable
in my own skin.

- Sounds good.

That's good.

- Oh, raider baby.

Whoo, mmm.

Oh, shit.
Oh, hoochie mama.

- I want you
to stab me.

- What?

- I want you
to shank me.

I won't retaliate.

- Yeah, are you gonna
let me kill you?

- Not kill,
stab in the shoulder.

Proposition's this...

I'll give you
a free shot at me,

and in return,
I don't die.

- What the fuck
you talking about?

- I'm willing to
take the blow.

Wouldn't it be satisfying
just to stick me?

- Immensely
fucking satisfying.

- Okay, make sure you hold up
your part of the bargain.

I want witnesses.

I want a lot of them.

- I get this.

You let me take
a swipe at you,

and the hacks throw me in
Solitary for the next 10 years.

- No.

We do it when
the guards aren't around.

You'll control that.

I just want
the inmates to see,

so in case you do
decide to kill me,

one of the inmates
will go to Glynn,

give you up.

You end up
on death row.


- Deal.

What that loco motherfucker
don't know

is I am
gonna kill him.

After he's down,
I slip the shank in his hand,

and it's self-defense.

- Fuck.

- What's the matter?

- My sister's dead,

and ever since I heard the news
I've felt nothing.

And now you tell me
you're going to kill Alvarez,

and I feel this little
charge in my belly.

Jesus, what
the hell is that?

- It's nothing.

- My little sister
worshipped me.

You can't
kill Alvarez.

- What?!

- I haven't shed a tear
for a sister

who thought
that much of me.

And at
the same time,

this Alvarez thing
is revving me up.

It's not right,
there's something wrong.

And out of respect
for Annette,

I gotta take
a look at that.

We both do.

- What's happening is you're
on a delayed reaction.

You're in shock.

In a week, you'll be crying
like a baby over your sister.

Thing is,
we don't got a week.

Our best chance
to kill Alvarez is here,

right now.

- Chico.

- You ready?

- Ready.

- Yo!

Yo, my man,
look over here!

Over here!

Guys, over here!
Watch this!




- We got a 29 in the gym.

[bell ringing]
We got a 29 in the gym.

Hang on,
hang on, hang on.

Repeat, I have a 29
in the gym.

This is 14.

- There you are,
you look right smart.

- I wish they'd let you
come with me to the funeral.

- Me, too, but I wasn't really
a relative or nothing.

- I still can't
believe this, man.

How can my moms be dead?

- I remember when
I first met your mother.

We were none of us
no more than 14.

I was with your dad,
doing some kind of nonsense

when all of a sudden,

I saw her coming across
Friedmont Street.

Mmm, she had
the sweetest pair of eyes.

Your dad
didn't even notice her

until I tapped him
on the shoulder.

He looked at her,
she looked at him,

and that was that.

They got married;
they had you.

- Burr, you always loved
my moms, didn't you?

- Of course.

- No, no.

No, I mean,
you loved her.

- I loved
your father, too.

But life works out
the way life works out.

I want you to put that
on her grave for me.

- What is this?

- My high school
graduation ring.

- Yo, Busmalis.

Any word from your fiancée
since she left you at the altar?

- Ah, yeah sure, like,
"Don't try and track me down,

I done skipped town."

- No, I watched
the show yesterday.

Norma's still working on
"Miss Sally,"

her name's still
in the credits.

- Those are repeats.

In fact, I read
in the newspaper

they may even cancel
"Miss Sally's Schoolyard."

- What?

- Jeez, you are a sad fuck,
no wonder she ditched you.

- What the hell
do you know about it?

- Know about what,
motherfucker, what?

- Loss, being left.

You have no damn idea,
you stupid fool.

all: Ooh!


- Hey, I appreciate
your sticking up for me,

but you're gonna
get your butt whupped.

- Okay,
whatever you say.

- What's eating you?

- My son came
to see me today.

Alex Jr.'s condition
has gotten worse.

He's developed
nonlymphocytic leukemia.

- Oh, Bob,
that's terrible.

- He's in desperate need
of a bone marrow transplant.

- They need you
to be the donor?

- No, I'm no good to him,
nobody in our family is.

Alex Jr.'s mother
is of West Indian

and Guatemalan descent.

My grandson's unique
mixed-race heritage makes

for the most beautiful skin
you'll ever lay eyes on.

It also makes finding
a suitable donor

extremely difficult.

- But there's gotta be
a match out there somewhere.

- Oh, sure, somewhere.

But there's a great
shortage of donors,

and an even greater shortage
of minority donors.

- Then doctors should
get the word out,

sign more people up.

- [chuckles] I wish it
were that easy.

But like with
so many other diseases,

there's never enough
money to go around.

- Where you going?

- To see Dr. Nathan.
I don't feel so hot.

- The umbilical cord,
like bone marrow,

contains cells capable
of fighting leukemia.

But unfortunately,
that procedure's still

very much in
the experimental stages.

Oh, thanks.

Here you go.

Take these,
you'll be fine.

I know how helpless
you feel, Bob.

I hear a story
like your grandson's

and it
frustrates me, too.

My Latina heritage kicks in
and starts kicking me

for being so American.

- I don't follow.

- In Central America,
South America,

there's wide belief that
certain herbal medicines

hold great promise
in regards to treating cancer

and other diseases.

- But you think that's
a bunch of baloney?

- Like I said,

the A.M.A.
got the best of me.

- Pamphlets, magazines,
medical journals,

anything to do
with herbal medicine,

particularly material
dealing with research

and treatment of leukemia.

- Lights out!

- [whistling]

- I've found
the cure for cancer.

- You what?

- Lapacho.

- Lapa-who?

- An herb from
the rain forests of Paraguay.

Some doctors claim they've
effectively used the herb

to treat cancer,
leukemia in particular.

- Wow, this is
great news.

- No, no, no, it's not,
it's maddening.

- Maddening?

- Lapacho is
an evergreen.

There are more than
100 species of lapacho trees.

Identifying which ones
yield the necessary

medicinal material
is very expensive.

- Oh, here we go again.

Always money,
money, money.

Only way for a man
to get ahead in the world

is to be some kind of
goddamn millionaire.

- I'll raise the cash.

- In Oz?

- I don't know,
but I'll find a way.

[gate buzzes]

- Good luck.

- Here are some laws,

real laws currently
on the books,

laws that if you broke,
you'd end up in jail.

The state of
Rhode Island says

it's illegal to throw
pickle juice on a trolley.

In the state of Washington,
all lollipops are banned.

Down in Indiana,
baths may not be taken

between the months of
October and March.

Over in San Francisco,

you cannot pick up
and throw used confetti.

And in North Carolina,

the law forbids
dogs and cats to fight.

But you see, that goes
against the laws of nature.

Dogs and cats
are born enemies.

- Okay, all done,
wheel him into the ward.

- Dr. Nathan, we've got
trauma to the head.

- What happened?

- I was releasing
this joker from the Hole,

and he took
a swing at me.

- I ain't no pussy.

- Yeah, so I gave him
one of these.

- Faggot!
- Prep him for sutures!

Doesn't look too bad, you'll
need a couple of stitches.

What's your name?

- Stanton,
Henry Stanton,

and I don't love you.

- What?
- Glynn sent me to the Hole

'cause he said I was obsessed
with your tits,

but I'm not.

You gotta tell the Warden
I'm an innocent man.

You gotta--get the fuck--

You gotta tell the Warden
I'm an innocent man!

- Get off me!
- Hey, hey!

- Ow!

- You all right?

- Yeah, I was
handling this, Ryan.

- Yeah, well,
it didn't look like it.

- Well, I don't
need you in my life!

- Okay.

- Just get the fuck
away from me!

- Okay!
- Keep moving, O'Reily!

- I need those sutures!
Where the fuck are they?

I need another pair of gloves,
and prep him for sutures.

Can you hold him, please?

- There you go, Enrique.

- Yo, Ryan, save me
some extra beets?

- All of a sudden you got quite
the appetite there, Marty.

- Oh, yeah, I never
seem to get enough,

which is why
we gotta talk.

- About what?

- My compensation
for lying to Glynn.

- Wait, shut the fuck up!

- That's what
I'm talking about.

For me to keep
my lips zipped,

you gotta come up
with a lot more moola.

- Come on, Marty, man,
we had a deal, right?

- Well, I'm renegotiating.

- All right,
I'll tell you what.

What do you say we meet
in the library at 4:00?

- Bring your checkbook.

- I had Montgomery lie
to the Warden and say

that Henry Stanton
killed Patrick Keenan,

and Montgomery says
if I don't pay more,

he's gonna rat me out.

- If he does, Glynn will know
for sure that you killed Keenan.

He'll fry your ass.

- Which is why
I'm not gonna make

my 4:00 appointment
with Montgomery.

- No?

- No, I'll have Stanton
show up instead.

Yo, Stanton.

- O'Reily, I ain't
bothering your brother

or Nathan or nobody.

So just leave me alone.

- Look,
I know that, man.

You know,
I think you and me,

I think we got off
on the wrong foot.

But I just want to let you know
that I got no beef with you.

- That's good.

- In fact, actually,
you and me,

we got something
in common.

We're both suspects in
the murder of Patrick Keenan.

- I know.

- You know, we both
got eyewitnesses

who say they
saw us do the deed.

And I don't know
who's accusing me,

but as luck
would have it,

I found out
who's lying about you.

- Who?

- Well, you know, I'm hesitant
to tell you there, Henry,

for fear that you're
gonna do something crazy.

- Motherfucker lies about me,
that does make me crazy.

- Well, see then,
I'm not gonna tell you, man.

- Tell me, God damn it.

- No, I don't think I should.
- Tell me!

Please tell me.
- I'm not gonna tell you.

- Tell me! Tell me!
- I'm not gonna fucking--

I'm not gonna
fucking tell you!

- God damn it please,
tell me.

- Martin Montgomery.

- Martin Montgomery?

I'm gonna kill
that fucking cunt!

I guess you won't
be talking no more,

will you, motherfucker?
- Get off him!

Oh, shit!

I got him,
you got a neck wound!

Neck wound!

- Stanton's in Solitary.

Montgomery's at Benchley
Memorial in critical condition.

People at the gym
say they overheard

you telling Stanton that
Montgomery squealed on him.

- Oh, no, Stanton asked me
if I knew anything about it,

and I told him I just
heard a rumor, that's all.

- We found this in
Montgomery's footlocker.

- What's that?

- Keenan's shamrock.

- Oh, yeah, right,
I recognize that now.

What the fuck was
Montgomery doing with it?

- I was hoping maybe
you could tell me.

- Oh, no, jeez,
Warden, I don't know.

- Suzanne Fitzgerald,
the '60s radical

who turned herself in
to federal authorities

after 32 years on the run,
was released today

from the Parker
Correctional Facility for women.

- No fucking way.

- Governor James Devlin
has commuted Fitzgerald's

sentence to two years
of community service.

- Yes!

- The governor's decision,
while widely expected,

remains controversial.

- Yes!

Come on, Cyril.

- We're so glad you decided

to do your
community service in Oz.

- And the idea of starting
a performing arts program

is great.

- Oh, thank you.

I taught music
for 20 years in St. Albans.

And when I heard
that you didn't have

any kind of arts
education program here,

it seemed like
a good fit.

- But you know
the hardest part

is gonna be convincing
these guys to sign up.

- You know, I don't know
about that, Pete.

I think they'll sign up
out of the novelty of it,

but the tough thing will be
getting them to stick with it.

- Well, if I could
motivate 10-year-olds,

I think I can handle
your prisoners.

- So what do you
need to get started?

- Well, I would love to see
where I'm gonna work.

- The stage is over
in the cafeteria.

I'll take you right over.

- Oh, and then
I'd like to see my son.

- Oh, sure.

[piano playing]

- Psst.

- Ryan!

- Hey.

Oh, man.

Oh, Christ, I thought
I'd lost you forever.

- Oh, no, baby,
you're stuck with me.

- I know he's not your son,
and he's only my half-brother,

but I kind of want
you to meet Cyril.

- Oh, yeah,
I'd love to.

- Yeah? Okay.
Hey, Cyril?


- Hello.

- Hello.

- I made this for you.

- Oh, thank you,
it's so sweet.

It's beautiful.

Can I give you
a hug and kiss?

- Sure.

- Okay.

So, are you two gonna
be my first pupils?

- Oh, jeez, you know,
Mom, I can't sing.

- Me, neither.

- You can't?

Oh, guess you take
after your father.

That man had
the voice of a warthog.

- [laughs]
- She's funny, right?

- She's funny.

- I'm glad you think so.

Well, will you have some
of your friends sign up?

- Our friends?
- Uh-huh.

- Oh, yeah, of course.

- All right, all right,
I'll do it.

In fact, I've been told
I have a pretty good voice.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, in high school,

I had the lead in
"The Pirates of Penzance."

♪ I am the very model of
the modern major general ♪

♪ I have information... ♪

- As far as
my mother's concerned,

you never sang a note,
you got it?

- Okay, not a problem.

- Okay.

- Hey, O'Reily,
your mama's looking fine.

Does she fuck
younger guys?

- What was that, Hoyt?
What the fuck did you say?

Fuck you, bitch!
I'm gonna kill you!

Come on, man.

- Get the fuck away,
you cocksucker!

- Bring it, Hoyt!
Bring it!

- Slowly,
slowly roll up.

Roll up, wait,
slowly, slowly, slowly.

Wait, Matt,
hold on.

Okay, relax your jaw,
relax your shoulders.

both: ♪ Ah ah ah ♪

Relax your arms.

- ♪ Ah ah ah ♪

- We gotta talk.

- I'm in the middle
of a class.

- Oh, that's okay,
I've got work to do.

- Well, I'll
see you Thursday?

- Um...


- Come here, come here,
come here, come here.

- What?

- Quit?
- I want you to quit.

- On my first day?

- I've ticked off a lot of
the assholes in this place.

Okay, and I don't want
to put you in any jeopardy.

- Jeopardy?

- Yeah.

- There's a C.O.
standing nearby.

- Yeah, well, trust me,
the hacks aren't that reliable.

- I'm not worried.

- Yeah, but I am.

- Well, that's sweet.

- Look, I'm not
being sweet, okay?

Christ, you
could get hurt.

- Ryan, I'm a big girl
and I made my choice.

Look, this is where I'm needed,
this is where I belong.

Nothing you can say is
gonna make me change my mind.

- Hey, O'Reily,
you working today?

- Go.

- Yeah, but...

- Go.

- Move your
fucking ass, O'Reily.


- Dave, you're back.

- Yeah.

- How are you?

- All right.

- Look, I meant to get
over to the hospital, but...

- That's okay.

- How are you?

Oh, I already asked that,
didn't I?

But you're good,
though, huh?

- I'm working.

- So, you're
staying at Oz?

- I'm not sure.

Warden's got me
stationed here,

I'm gonna have to think
about my next move.

- I feel fucking terrible
that this happened.

- Say, you never did find out
who cut me, did you?

- No.

- Truthfully, I think
that's why I'm here.

I want to know.

I fucking want to know.

I'd fucking hurt the guy,
Tim, I'm serious.

I'd hurt him for keeps.

- Your injury was the result
of someone not wanting you

to play in that
final basketball game.

- But how?

- Well, after we decided
not to play,

I told Morales that
you were gonna play.

- Oh.

- I'm so goddamned sorry.

- I'll buzz you in.


motherfucking thing!

- Tim, the warden
wanted me to tell you

special staff
meeting at 11:00.

- Is there an emergency?

- Oh, Governor Devlin's coming,
got some kind of announcement.

- Can't wait.

- 11:00 on the dot,
don't be late!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- And even though I think
Commissioner Douglas

does an outstanding job,

we've had an ongoing
lack of communication

between my office and you people
here in the trenches.

- We want to open the lines
of dialogue--

- Don't interrupt me,

- Yes, sir.

- And so I've decided to
create a liaison between

you and the governor's mansion,
someone you can go to...

- Sorry I'm late.

- Someone experienced
in the field

who you can talk to about
any problems that arise,

who can clear up
any changes

in my administration's
prison policies.

And so I'd like to present
Eleanor O'Connor.

[cheers and applause]

- Thank you governor,
and commissioner.

Well, I'm
the new kid in town,

fresh off the boat
from New York City,

where I worked in a similar
capacity for the mayor.

I won't pretend to grasp
all the needs of Oswald,

or all of your needs.

But I can promise you that
my door will always be unlocked.

I intend to help cut
through the bureaucracy,

the bullshit.

[man chuckles]
Thank you.

[cheers and applause]

- Okay, get yourselves
some cookies and some lemonade.

Ms. O'Connor--

- Ellie.

- Ellie will be hanging
around to meet and greet.

- I have to go.

- Me, too.

- Ellie, welcome.
I love what you said.

- This is the first smart thing
the governor's done in years.

- I get the impression
Devlin's not well liked.

- Really?
Some of us love him.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Best of luck.

- Thank you.

- Tim, wait up, I'll head
back to Em City with you.

She seems nice,

- Yeah.

- Do me a favor,
don't try to fuck her.

- What?

- Every skirt that crosses
the threshold here, you jump on.

- Oh, that is
simply not true.

- Wittlesey,
Nathan, Howell,

that broad from
the state department.

- All right, I'm not gonna be
fucking Eleanor O'Connor.

- Oh, no?
- No, 'cause I already did.

- What?

- She's my ex-wife.

- You got--
jeez, man.

- In Arkansas,

a man can legally
beat his wife once a month.

In Los Angeles,
pay attention now,

a man can legally beat his wife
with a leather strap

as long as the strap
is less than two inches wide.

Or if the woman gives
her husband permission,

he can use any
size strap he wants.

- I don't care,
this is not right!

- Leo free?

- No.

- God damn it!

- Who's that?
- Officer Brass.

- This is bullshit!
- Brass!

- You know, if I could get

another fucking job
somewhere else,

I'd quit in a second.

But I'm a gimp, nobody's
hiring gimps these days.

- Dave, what's wrong?

- Wall-to-wall bullshit.

- Leo?

- Well, he's pissed because
I've assigned him to reception,

and that I won't let him
deal with the prisoners.

You know,
put him back in Unit B.

- Well, why won't you?

- Tim, if there's trouble,
I need my C.O.s to be agile,

to be able to move,
not hobble.

- All the same,
he was cut on the job.

- Hey, and I feel
badly for him.

But I'm not
running a funhouse.

Brass' desires fall on the far
side of the overall good.

What did you want
to see me about?

- It'll keep.

Dave, I think
you should sue.

- Sue? Sue who?

- Oz, the whole
prison system,

the fucking state,
if need be.

- How can I sue?

- Look, I checked
this out for you.

In 1990, Congress passed

the Americans
with Disabilities Act,

which protects
the disabled from being

discriminated against
in the workplace.

- Yeah, but that's like for
wheelchair access and stuff.

- No, no, no, not only,

it covers people like you
who, because of their injuries,

are demoted.

- Well, I'd have
to get a lawyer.

- Well, yeah, but maybe
you should try talking

to this state liaison person,
this Eleanor O'Connor.

Tell O'Connor
how you feel.

- Okay, I will.

- All right, and, uh,

don't take any shit
from her.

[gate buzzing]

- Still work late, huh?

- Yeah, well, you know.

- I stopped by earlier,
but you weren't around.

Took a tour of Emerald City.

It is quite something
you've built here.

Guess it was worth
walking out on me after all.

- Ellie...

- No recriminations, Tim.

You made your choices;
I made mine.

- Good to see you.
Want to grab some dinner?

- No, thanks.

I'm still up to my chest
in cardboard boxes.

- Oh, well,

another time then.

- Had a chat with
your friend Dave Brass.

Sad tale, his...

Promising basketball career,
nipped in the Achilles.

Had a chat
with the Warden too.

He's reassigning him
to the cafeteria.

- Good.

- Yeah, it'll free up his hours
for physical therapy too.

- See, I knew you could
turn the situation around.

- You told him to sue the state?
- Well...

- Were you serious, or were
you just testing me?

- Both.

- You son of a bitch.
- You know what?

That's the nicest thing
you ever said to me.

- Wait, I'm sure the name
calling will get much worse.

- Looking forward to it.

- Likewise, I'm sure.

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

- Nice try.

[bell ringing]

Hey, you want to play
some pool?

You still torn up
about that bus accident?

- Yeah.

I just talked
to Carrie's parents.

They're in town
for the funeral.

They said they're taking Jewel
back to Montana with them.

I might never see
my granddaughter again.

- Yeah, that sucks, Vern,
but what can you do?

- You never had kids,
did you?

- Nah.

My wife didn't want to mess
with her figure.

- Well,

then you don't have
a fucking clue

what I'm talking about.

[tires squeal]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[woman moaning]

- Bitch!

[harsh note playing]

Bye, baby.

[woman moaning]

- Prisoner #97P468,

Charles Pancamo,
AKA Chucky The Enforcer.

Convicted June 4th, 1997,

sentence, 35 years,

up for parole in 15.

- Get your feet
off my desk.

All right, I wanted
to see all of you

because I've got some news.

Peter Schibetta's
returning to Em City today.

- Schibetta? I thought
he was in the loony bin.

- Well, not anymore.

He's undergone
long-term therapy,

and I'm happy to say
he's recovered.

- You mean, he got over
being raped by Adebisi?

- I don't want
to minimize his trauma

or pretend that he's exactly
the way he was before,

but he's learned to accept
and deal with the situation.

- Be good to see Petey.

He and me,
we came up together.

And his father...

- Yeah, his father
was a legend here.

- Yeah, well, um,

it's gonna be rough on him
for a few days.

So all I ask is that you...

tread lightly.

- Don't you worry about it,

If there's one thing, we know
how to take care of our own.

- It's all different, huh?

- Yeah, the gas explosion

pretty much
obliterated the place.

- Good.

- Come on!

- There you go.

- Come with me.
- Where?

- The FBI wants to talk
to you.

- FBI?

Fuckin' want talk to me?

- Just move it,

[bell ringing]

- [laughing]

[speaking indistinctly,

- [screaming]
- [vocalizing softly]

[bell ringing]

- Do you know a man
named Gaetano Cincetta?

- Not that I recall.

- You don't know him?

- Not that I recall.

- You never met him?

- Not that I recall.

- That's odd.

Mr. Cincetta,

who just blabbed his way into
the Witness Protection Program,

says you hired him
to kill someone.

Hank Schillinger.

Do you know
Hank Schillinger?

- Not that I recall.

- He's the son
of Vernon Schillinger.

Do you know
Vernon Schillinger?

- Not that I recall.

- He's a fellow resident
here at Oswald.

You remember him now?

- To the best
of my recoglection--

- Recollection.

- I don't know
the fucking guy.

- Chris Keller confessed
to hiring a hit man

to kill Hank Schillinger,

only he never
identified who.

Mr. Cincetta says
he's never heard of Keller.

We gave Keller
a lie detector test.

Turns out he lied about
his part in the murder.

Now, why do you think
Keller would do that?

- Nice tie.

- [exhales sharply]

Okay, Officer,

take this weasel back

to whatever hole
he crawled out of.

I guess my next conversation's
with Vern Schillinger.

I wonder
if he'll remember you.

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

- He's gonna tell Schillinger
that I ordered the hit.

Then Schillinger's gonna come
searching for details.

- Fuck!

You know, when I asked you
to hire somebody

to kill Hank Schillinger,

you said nobody
would find the body,

not in a million years;
you guaranteed it.

Well, it only took
six fucking months.

Seems like you did
a really half-assed job.

- Hey, you be careful.

To be honest, Gaetano Cincetta
was a big disappointment.

- Schillinger's
gonna cut off my balls

if he finds out the truth.

- He won't!

Look, it was my screw-up,

so I'm gonna cover for you.

- Yeah, well,
I'll sleep well tonight.

- That's the thing
about Oz, you know?

You try to put the shit
behind you,

make a real effort.

And just when you're thinking,
"Maybe I have,"

more shit comes flying.

You sure it was Pancamo
put the mark on Hank?

- Absolutely sure.

- Hey, you,
you fucking dago!

You killed my son.

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

[all shouting]

- Ahh!

[indistinct shouting]

[shouting continues,
fence rattling]

- [snarling]

[buzzer blaring]

- [groaning]

I'm fine,
I'm fine, I'm fine.

Just give me
a fucking Band-Aid.

- Oh, let's see.

- [groaning]

- Okay--whoop.
- [groans]

♪ ♪

- Jimmy?

- Sister Pete,
what's going on?

- The Aryans attacked
the Sicilians.

Pancamo hired the hit man
to kill Hank Schillinger.

- Oh, I see.

- Keller wasn't involved
in Hank's death,

so Massachusetts
has no reason to hold him.

- Wait, that means...

- Chris Keller
is coming back to Oz.

♪ ♪

[buzzer blaring]

- McManus,
hold up, hold up.

Can I--can I
have a word with you?

- Sorry, I'm on the run.

- Oh, please don't do me
like this, man.

Heartless motherfucker.

- Ooh...

- What the fuck
did you say to me?

I got a big heart
a few days ago.

Now I'm fucking heartless?

- I didn't mean it, okay?

- Well, I'm here,
what do you want?

- I know that you done
everything you can to help me.

But sitting here,

I've come up with
a whole new solution.

If I could just, you know,

hang with you a bit,
you know.

No, no, no, no,
not like before.

No, just--if I could just,
you know, chill in your office,

you know,
just from time to time.

- No! Jesus Christ!

- Well, what the fuck
am I supposed to do?

I mean, yo,

you're the only friend
I got here.

I mean, just anything, just
to have somebody to talk to.

- All right, vacation's over,
come on, White.


- Look, uh...

Help me, please.

- I'll try to think
of something, okay?

- What am I supposed to be
doing while you thinking?

- Well, if it takes
staying in your cell 24/7

to steer clear
of trouble...

- That's worse
than the cage.

That'd be like
being back in Solitary.


- [speaking foreign language]

- Take that bread
out your mouth.

- Sorry, Minister.

- Oh, you sorry?

- Yes, Minister, forgive me.

- Get up.

Walk away.
- What?

- You can't quell your desire
for even a moment

in order to give thanks
and praise to Allah?

Grab your tray.

Take off your kufi.

- Imam, you're being
too severe.

- Oh, you--
you're testing me, Arif?

- Brother Lalar
is new to the fold.

Scold him, take away his food,
but don't cast him out.

- You'll sit down?

You sit down?
Did I tell you to sit down?

You cannot sit down!

- Hey! Hey!

- Did I tell you
you can sit down?

Did I?


- So what was
all that about?

Why'd you attack
Ahmad Lalar?

- You keep me
from going to the Hole,

so now in return, I got
to answer your questions?

- Yeah.

Although part of me thinks

I'm not gonna get
any answers from you.

I mean, a man who used
to fight with words

is now not only using his fists,
he's choking Muslims.

Give you 10 to 1 odds you
don't have the slightest clue

why you're doing
the things you're doing.

- And you would
lose the bet.

The day Adebisi died,
I changed,

and I took his life
to save my own.

That was the Adebisi side of me
coming to the surface.

Only now, I realize it hasn't
just come to the surface.

It's at the very center
of who I am.

- Bullshit.

Everybody's got demons.

But you've given all the weight
of who you are

over to this horrible shit

you're discovering
about yourself.

Yet, you're more equipped
than any other prisoner in Oz

to straighten yourself out,
and you know it.

And knowing that
and having failed to do so

has fucked you up even more.

- Just put me
in the Hole, McManus.

- I'm not putting you
in the Hole.

- Please.

- I'm giving you
a job instead.

- A job?

- You want to
save yourself, Kareem?

- Yes.

- Well, I want you
to save somebody else.

- What you looking at?

What's he doing here?

What--what the fuck is he
looking at me like that for?

- I'm the one
who's gonna help you.

- I don't need
no motherfucking help,

especially from him.

Man, what--what
you gonna do for me?

- Kareem's gonna be
your new sponsor.

- Sponsor?

- Starting today, you and I
will share the same pod.

We will exercise together,
we will eat together,

we will work alongside
of each other.

- You still need to meet with
Sister Pete for counseling,

and your attendance is mandatory
at all drug rehab sessions.

Plus, the Warden wants you
tested for drugs once a week.

Now, Omar,

this is your last play,
and it's fourth and long.

You miss one meeting,
you get in one fight,

you piss Said off one time,

it's back to Solitary

You understand me?

- [sighs] All right.

Hey, yeah.


[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

♪ ♪

[chuckles] Yeah, boy!

My boy is something else,
ain't he?

McManus, jack...

That motherfucker's
like a straight-up brainiac,

you know, genius motherfucker
and shit, boy.

[laughs] Shit.

Well, he be coming up with
all kind of little ways,

you know, and shit, you know,
to help me try to lick my--

uh, what's it called?


Yeah, and I done fucked
with him a couple of times too

and shit, you know?

You know what?
Having me, you know,

all up in your draft and shit,
picking up all of them,

you know,
Said-ian vibrations--

- First of all,
don't hustle me.

- [chuckling]
Wait, hold up, baby.

Yo, you got to chill, baby.

- Second of all,
I am not your baby.

My name is Minister Said,

and you will
address me as such.

- No, no, no,
fuck that shit, all right.

I mean, I told you, man,
about that shit, you know.

You ain't coming up here,

converting my ass
up in here, man.

That shit is out, forget it.

- I am not converting you.

Also, I am not
gonna argue with you.

This thing is over.

Get out.

- What?

- Out!

- Whoa.

Look, shut the door,
all right?

I'm sorry,
shut it, please.

- Make your bed.

Make your bed.

[inhales deeply and sighs]

I will not fight.

- You talking to me?

- Say it,

"I will not fight."

- I will not fight.

- Again.

- I will not fight.

- From now on,
that will be your mantra.

Every time another inmate
gets in your face,

you will say,
"I will not fight."

You will say it over and over,

out loud if you have to.

- I will not fight.

- Yeah.

- I will not fight,
I will not fight.

I will not fight.

If I could just
conquer not fighting,

shit, I'm home free, boy.

I mean, there's nothing
in the world

I hate more than
motherfucking Solitary.

If I go back in there,
fucking worms...

- Worms?
- Yeah, man, motherfucking...

- What are you
talking about, worms?

- In my head!

Every time I go back,
it's the worms.

Fat ones,
big ones, long ones.

I can't survive
the fucking worms!

I think about spending
the rest of my life

in this Em City joint.

18,000 days,

23,000 days.

That's a lot of days.

Lot of days not to fight,
not to get high.

Think about it like that.

My chances
don't look too good.

♪ ♪

- In Nogales, Arizona,

it's illegal
to wear suspenders.

You gotta wonder
what happened.

What cataclysmic
event occurred

which caused the city fathers
to decree that,

"In our town, no one,
under any circumstances,

can wear suspenders"?

And are there radical
fringe groups in Nogales

who meet at night in secret,
who slip off their belts

and, in defiance of the law,
put these suckers on, huh?

- How's Cloutier?

- Oh, his vital signs
are stable,

but he still can't move
very much.

- Is he talking yet?

- Um, no, only
guttural sounds.

- Could I see him?

- Ray,
he's pretty disfigured.

- I was an assistant chaplain
at Benchley Memorial

when I was a seminarian.

I've seen burn victims.

Oh, sweet Jesus.


If you don't mind,
I'd like to say a prayer.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...
- [breathing gurgles]

- Thy will be done,

on Earth
as it is in heaven.

- [wheezing]

- Give us this day
our daily bread

and forgive us
our trespasses...


It's open.

- Mukada?

- Come in,
leave the door open.

What did you need
to see me about?

- I heard that you're
planning a memorial service

to honor the victims
and the families

who were killed
in the bus crash.

- Yes, I've asked Arif
and Rabbi Gold

and Reverend Taylor

from the First Baptist
to participate.

- But not me.

- You?

- Ever since Jeremiah Cloutier's
unfortunate accident...

- I would hardly call
being bricked up into a wall


- I meant
the third-degree burns

he suffered from
the gas explosion.

- Oh.

- Since then,
I've been ministering

to many of
the Christians in Oz.

- Getting up on stage
and reading from a Bible

doesn't constitute
a ministry.

- You're still holding a grudge
because I rejected Romanism.

- No, as a matter
of fact, I'm glad

you're no longer part
of my congregation.

- I demand to be included
in the ecumenical service.

- You're not qualified.

- I'm an ordained priest.

- [laughs] Since when?

- I signed up by mail.

50 bucks, see?

- Get out of my office.

- [inhales sharply]

I'll go over your head,
to the Warden.

- Yeah,
and he'll ignore you.

- Then I'll go over
his head to God.

- Listen,
you little punk.

We know that you were involved
in Cloutier's accident.

And as soon as he's able
to talk, to testify,

you're going to Solitary for
the rest of your goddamn life!

[eerie music]

- We have to kill Cloutier,
right now.

His throat's still sore
from the burns,

but when he's well,
he's gonna sing

and we'll all be up
shit's creek.

- Look, I'm already
up the creek, pal, okay?

- Look, Jaz, I know that
because you were the one

in charge of
the work detail that day,

you've taken the heat
for the rest of us.

But that's no reason
that Cloutier should live.

- Look, he dies,
the hacks blame me.

- Right, right.
- Okay?

- So the person who kills him
has to be above reproach.


- No, I can't.

brought me to Jesus.

- Jim, if you're not
part of the solution,

you're Satan's tool.

- Yeah.

Do the deed or die.

♪ ♪

- Jim? Jim Burns?

Those men want you
to kill me, Jim,

but you know that
what they ask is wrong.

- Yes.

- So I say unto you,
kill them.

Kill Hoyt and Kirk.

- The Reverend Cloutier
was in my cell last night.

- For what, a blow job?

- This ain't funny.

- You had a dream.

- It was no dream.

- Chickenshit.

- You're trying
to get out of the job.

Go kill the cocksucker.

- No!
- No?

- He told me to kill you!

[clanging, men shouting]

[all shouting]

- [screams]

[bones crunching]

[man shouting indistinctly]

- Son of a bitch...

- It's self-defense.

It's motherfucking

I got witnesses.

You got nothing on me,

There was
fuckin' 10 guys there.

- Put him in the Hole.

- Self-defense!

- Will we be having
a service for Jim?

- Yes, of course.

We must pray
for his immortal soul.

[gate buzzes]

- Lights out!

- Man-made laws
are arbitrary, transitory.

What was perfectly legal

suddenly becomes
a felony today

with the stroke
of some president's pen.

The laws of God, however,
are carved in stone.

They do not change.

And when you break God's law,

you don't go to prison;
you go to hell.

And you burn.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[metal clangs]

♪ ♪

- Hoyt...

- [screaming]

- Don't be afraid.

- [screaming]