Oz (1997–2003): Season 6, Episode 5 - 4giveness - full transcript

[static drones]

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

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- A wise man once said,

"Life is an adventure
in forgiveness."

Now, you might rank bungee jumps
off a bridge in New Zealand

or bachelor parties in Vegas
a few notches higher

on the adventure ladder,

but think about
the risks involved.

You could climb
to the mountaintop of attrition

only to get shot down by
a victim who refuses to forgive.

Think about the rewards.

A chance to heal
those nasty wounds,

reconcile with someone you love.

Huh.
Now, that I think about it,

forgiveness might knock
bungee jumps

and bachelor parties
off the charts.

[tense music]

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- It's okay.
Take a break.

Cutler's a suicide, huh?

- That's what Reimondo's saying,
and I ain't disagreeing.

- I didn't imagine you would.
- So, now what, Vern?

Is there someone else
who needs to commit suicide

before I get some respect?

- Jesus Christ, Robson,
you made your point, all right?

Shut the fuck up and spot me.

- [chuckles]

And...one!

Come on!
Come on!

♪ ♪

- Miguel, sit down.

- What'd I do?

- Well, that's what
I'm wondering.

Tell me about your relationship
with Wolfgang Cutler.

- Cutler?
Nazi guy?

We didn't have a relationship.

Dome-head was
an equal-opportunity racist.

- So, it would surprise you

if he left you something
in his will?

- He left me something?
Like what?

- Like everything he owned.

- What?

- You are the sole beneficiary
of all his worldly goods,

both in Oz and on the outside.

His house, his car,

hell,
his 1942 Indian motorcycle.

- Get the fuck out of here.

- The will is signed
and notarized.

- Are you shittin' me?

I barely even spoke
to the fucking guy,

a couple of times at rehearsal.

That's it.

The guy had any wife, kids,
family, anything?

- Wife, no kids.

- Ahh.
This is fucking crazy.

- So, we packed up his cell,
put all his belongings in a box.

You're gonna have to decide
what you want to keep.

- I'm not gonna look through
a dead guy's things.

Jesus.

♪ ♪

- I guess we'll have to wait
till the afterlife

to find out why Cutler
would up and give

his belongings
to a fucking wetback.

- Yo, I'm as bugged out as you.

I mean, I know you guys
spent a lot of time with Cutler.

Did he ever mention anything
about me?

- Uh, yeah,
in his sleep at night.

He'd whisper your name.
Fuck off.

- I'll suggest this now,
Alvarez, or I'll find a way

to make it happen later,

you sign all his stuff over
to his wife.

- I already thought about that.

- Don't think, spic.
Do.

- You know what,
maybe I should give

all his assets to you, Roby,

being that you already
gave him your ass.

♪ ♪

- Cunt.

[bell ringing]

♪ ♪

You miss me?
I've been missing you.

- What happened to you
the last few months?

- [grunting and moaning]

♪ ♪

Things got a little hectic.

[panting]

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But now I'm back on track.

God damn, Leez,
you look good.

[both giggling]

♪ ♪

Beat me off, baby.
Beat me off.

Will you relax?
What the fuck is your problem?

- Let go of me!
- Sit down, now!

- Let go of me,
you cocksucker!

- What'd you just call me?

- Cocksucker!
[grunts]

- Don't you ever call me
that again, ever!

- Robson, what's your problem?
- I am not a cocksucker!

- [yelps]
- Fuck!

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Fuck!

- [sobbing]

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[door locking]

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- [screams]
[glass shatters]

[sobbing]

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- I'm at a Chinese restaurant.

My fortune cookie says,

"Whoever opts for revenge
should dig two graves."

- I hate Chinese food.

- Shut the fuck up, Hank.
- "Shut the fuck up, Hank."

- My brother's an annoying
little prick, but I forgive him.

Why?
'Cause we only get two choices.

Forgive or die a slow death.

♪ ♪

One of them studies doctors do
shows that carrying around

the baggage of anger
and bitterness

can put you at risk
for mental illness,

for depression and anxiety,
as well as strokes,

heart disease,
and heart attacks.

[door slams closed]

♪ ♪

- Who knew?

Forgiveness is good
for your health.

[gate buzzes]

[dramatic music]

- Everybody's attention, please.

Can I have your attention,
please?

When Augustus Hill died,

we thought we lost him forever,
but we didn't.

He wrote a book

about his life here,

about your lives,

and Kareem Said's last great act

was to get
Augustus' book published.

Now, when Kareem died,
the book could've died with him,

but it didn't

because of the hard work
and the dedication of these men.

I want you all to share
in their triumph.

[cheering and applause]

- Here you go.

[bell ringing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Fuck, man.

All right, already.

Yo, quit fuckin' with me!

- Rawls, Rawls! Take it easy.

You have any idea
how much this machine costs?

- Yo, I'm doing something wrong.

- Don't touch it.
I'll get Arif.

[bell ringing]

We got big trouble.

One of the guys are having
problems with something

I couldn't help him with.

You might want to go take
a few minutes and check it out.

- I don't have a few minutes,
Jamal.

You can see that, can't you?

- Would it help to hire someone
from the outside

to do the accounting?

- And pay them with what?

You see that figure on
the bottom right, right there?

That's our gross so far,
1/5 of what it should be.

With all due respect
to Kareem Said,

taking on Hill's book pro bono
wasn't a sound business plan.

- Us paying minimum wage
is the problem.

A small cut, which would
still be far above

what prisoners usually make,
might be the best solution.

- And defeat the whole purpose
of this operation?

No.

- What is the purpose exactly,
to run

a successful company,
or humiliate Burr Redding?

[tense percussive music]

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[hip-hop music]

[doorbell]

- Prisoner number 01R934,

Reginald Rawls.

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Convicted January 10, 2001,

aggravated assault.

Sentence: 12 years,

up for parole in 4.

- First, telemarketing,
now bookbinding?

Ain't exactly
the kind of prison life

you hear about on the street.

- All right, game's over.

I want you two back with me
in Degenhart's company.

Poet put you up to this,

following him to work
for the Muslims.

Well, in case you forgot,

you answer to me.

- We do?

Kenaniah, we still answer
to Mr. Redding here?

- You two begged like bitches
to get a place in my clan.

I gave you shelter.

I showed you the ropes.

And this is the thanks I get.

- Please.

We were your foot soldiers,

day and night
running tits and shit.

Now, you turn around
and want us to do work

that's just plain fuckin' work?

Kiss my ass, old man.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Preach that shit, Reggie.

- You know it, nigga.
[laughing]

Give me that,
give me that.

Boom!

- So, Redding,
you wanted to see me.

About what?

- Well, when I told you fellas
I was giving up the tit trade,

you didn't believe me.

- No, we didn't.

- Well, now you can see
that my words are righteous.

I got involved in this
telemarketing business

to keep my boys from slinging,

but it's not working,

and I need your help.

If you see Poet, Rawls,
or any of the others dealing,

I want you to squash 'em,
squash 'em hard.

- You want us
to kill your own men?

- Not kill, demobilize.

Weaken 'em until they
have to come back to me.

- Looks like you got yourself
a deal.

- Yo, I am done toting
and lifting heavy machinery.

We need to get back
to slinging drugs.

- I hear ya, Reggie,
but the timing ain't right.

- Man, I would love
to take that dago down.

- You will, yo, you will.

But not yet, though.

We got to play this
real smooth, real smooth.

- Hey, guys.

Y'all want ball?

- Drop dead, Omar.

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[gunshot]

- Prisoner number 03I462,
Lemuel Idzik.

[gunshot]

Convicted February 2, 2003,

murder in the second degree.

Sentence:
Life imprisonment

without the possibility
of parole.

- You'll be staying here in J,
at least temporarily,

until we see how
the rest of the population

adjusts to you being around.

There's your nest.

- Good to see you there, Warden.

I'm Alvin Yood.

Friendly type, huh?

[gate buzzes]

- Arif, I just heard
the motherfucker

that killed Said
is coming to Oz.

- He's already here.

- Here?

Well, what we gonna do?

- Do?
- Yeah, yeah. Do. Do.

What are we doing to do?
I mean, you know.

We gotta whack his white ass.

- No!

- What's the matter, Arif,
ain't you got the balls?

- I promised the warden
no harm would come to Idzik,

and no Muslim
would seek revenge.

- Like I said, no balls.

- Listen to me.

I saw Kareem Said get shot.

I held him in my arms
as he died.

The last words he said were,
"Don't harm him."

Now, as hard as it is
not to do something,

I will respect and obey
the Minister's wishes,

and you will do the same.

- Don't you be ordering me
around, motherfucker.

You don't own me,
you understand?

Not one little bit of me.

- Mail call.

How's the new guy?

- Marathon talker.

- The Brotherhood is grateful
for what you did to Said.

Them Muslim bastards
start to hassle you,

you just let me know,
we'll take care of them.

- I am a Jew.

- A Jew.

Well, I've always said there's
some good use for you people.

So explain.

Why the fuck
did you kill him?

Some Israeli-Palestine thing?

- Water.

Cold water.

- Huh?

- You put cold water in a...

let's say a teapot,

turn the stove on,

the water gets hot, right?

At some point it gets as hot
as it will ever be, blistering.

Meanwhile, the stove is off,
the water starts to cool,

until eventually it's cold.

That's the way things work
in the universe,

cold, hot, cold.

- You should've pleaded
insanity.

[tense percussive tones]

[gate buzzes]

- Omar, you wanted to see me?

- Y-yes, sir.

I am hereby
and officially requesting

a face-to-face meeting
with Lemuel Idzik.

- Ah, that would be a no.

- Wait, wait, wait,
hear me out, hear me out.

- He killed Said.

I'm not gonna give you a chance
to return the favor.

- I'm not going to hurt him.

- Yeah, that's what you say now,
but what will you say

when you stand over his dead
body with a shank in your hand?

Not gonna happen.

- Fuck!

- So, if forgiveness
is so good for us,

why don't we do it more?

- Same reason I don't eat tofu.

It tastes like shit.

- There are two reasons
we hold back.

First, accountability.

As long as we're still in pain,
we need someone to blame.

What can you do
with all that pain

if you've let the bastard
off the hook?

Second, identity.

Without this rage
consuming me,

without this resentment,
this bitterness,

who am I?

- And finally, the Correctional
Officers Association

is holding their annual
awards dinner and banquet

here later this month.

- How come we always have
to host these fuckin' things?

- That attitude, Claire,
is why you probably

won't be taking home a trophy
again this year.

[laughter]

Don't forget,
it's black tie and evening gown.

Okay, let's make
a good showing.

All right, that's all for today.

- An evening gown.

- I can't wear
an evening gown.

- I don't even own one.

- Warden, can I have a minute?

- Sure.

- I've been a CO a lot of years,

and in that time I've done
some things I regret.

- We all have, Sean.

Occupational hazard.

- Yeah, well, what I mean is
that we spend a lot of time

trying to get the prisoners
to rat each other out,

yet when it comes to us,
there's this...

code of silence.

- Which you're about to break.

- Yeah.

- I don't envy you right now.

Who?

- Dave Brass.

- He killed Carlos Martinez?

- No, no, no, but Dave lied
about talking to Martinez

the night he died.

There was no
death bed confession.

Martinez never
implicated Morales

in the cutting
of Dave's tendons.

- So, that's the real reason
you asked me to move

Morales to the hospital.

- I still think the dink
is guilty.

- But there's no proof.

We dumped him
in solitary unjustly.

- Worse.

Dave, Claire Howell,
and myself, we...

we're the ones
who cut up Morales' ankles.

- [screaming]

- I suspected that Brass
was involved

and that Howell allowed it
to happen.

But you, Sean...

- Dave was my pal, you know?

Morales fucked up his life
forever.

- Okay.

Thank you.

- That's it, thanks?

- I'll discipline
the three of you,

but how exactly
I don't know yet.

- Right.

- Sean?
- Yeah?

- It takes balls,
what you just did.

- Well, I didn't become
a zoo keeper

just to behave
like one of the animals.

- Put it into your mouth.

- Morales.

I'm releasing you from solitary,
permanently,

putting you back
in Emerald City.

- Why?

- I don't need to give a reason,
do I?

That might make me think twice.

- All right, forget the why.

Hey, Warden,

what do you know
about Nurse Grace?

- Know about her?

Nothing,

except she's worked here
for years.

- If I were you,
I'd check her background.

- What, she's medically
incompetent?

- I'm afraid.

- [laughs]
Afraid?

You?

Of her?

- Yeah.

- Must be the medication
you're on.

[tense percussive tones]

- Hey, Rebadow.

- What do you want?

- Didn't I give you
all the money

that was left
from that lottery?

- Too late to save my grandson.

- You blame me,
but you shouldn't.

- Who then?
- Morales.

He had Martinez cut me,
which screwed with my head,

which made me take off
with your winnings.

He's the bastard
you should hate.

- There's room in my heart
for both of you.

- Yeah?

Well, Morales is on his way
back to Em City,

and I got fined
and suspended,

a solid month, no pay,
no benefits.

You think I can afford that?

I just got married
for Chrissake.

- I'll repeat my question.

What do you want,
for me to feel sorry for you?

No chance.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Fuck you, Murphy.

- So, you happy?

Brass gets his ass handed
to him,

we lose a week's vacation,
all for what,

Enrique fucking Morales?

- For the truth, Howell,
for justice.

- Justice.

Justice, my pink ass.

Oh, call the blood banks.

Here comes another
bleeding heart.

- So, Leo told me
all the gory details.

- I'm sorry, Tim.
- You're sorry?

I bring you into Oz
because we've known each other

since sixth grade,
because you're the one person

in my entire life
that I can trust

with my life, if necessary.

But then, see,
I find out I can't trust you,

that you're just another
thickheaded,

redneck slug who uses his badge
as a weapon.

- You're right,
you're absolutely right.

- Don't you fuckin'
agree with me!

I'm telling you to fuck off!

- Listen, I've betrayed
your trust.

If you don't see me
getting it back,

maybe I should just transfer out
of Em City.

- What?

- Maybe I should
just quit altogether.

- No. Jesus!

Jesus, stop being
so fuckin' remorseful!

- What, you don't want me
to be remorseful?

- No, yes!

[clattering]

We're going to dinner tonight.

You're paying.

- Okay.

- Sean, I'm proud of you
that you stepped forward.

It means I can
still trust you.

- Morales?

Morales...

I'm sorry to disturb you.

That sedative I gave you
was pretty strong, huh?

- Yeah.

- It's a precaution.

You're a big fella.

I didn't want to struggle.

- Struggle?

- Martinez was so weak,

he couldn't fight me,
but you...

Say your prayers, Enrique.

- No, don't.

- You're just like Martinez,

a nasty man
who deserves to die.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[bell ringing]

- Knock, knock.

- Hi.

Can you say, "Who's there?"

- Might be a while before
she can say Agamemnon Busmalis.

Oh, God, she's gorgeous.

[gasps]

Hi.

Thank you.

Oh, that fresh smell
of baby skin,

in Oz of all places.

Can I touch her?

- Of course.

- Can I keep her?

- How about we share?

Ruby needs a father, Agamemnon,

and I need you back.

Agamemnon, will you marry me?

- What?

You're proposing to me now?

- Is that a yes?

- I think so.

Yeah.

Oh, my God, yes!
- Yes.

[laughs]

Oh...

- Oh, you little doll.
- Yes.

Little doll.

- I can't work
in the library anymore.

- What?

Why not?

- I'd rather not get
into the specifics.

- Given that I run this place,
I need specifics.

Something happen
I should know about?

- No.

- Trouble with other inmates?

- No.
- Is it Stella?

Are you two having problems?

- No.

- Well, what is it then?

Did you forget
the fuckin' alphabet?

- I don't want
to get Robert in trouble,

but I thought you should know.

- It's not like Rebadow
to just stop showing up,

though he did come to me asking
to be switched to another job.

You have any idea why?

- No.

- He's probably still depressed
about Alex Jr.

- Who?

- His grandson.

He died last year of leukemia.

- His grandson?

Of leukemia?

- I didn't say anything
when I initially came to you.

I thought that the library
would be a good place

to distract his mind
from his misery.

Anyway, he'll be there tomorrow.

- So, I did good by you
with "ball four"?

I hit a home run.

- I like the beaver shooting,
where the players

drilled the holes
in the door of the hotel room

and watched
the stewardess fuckin'?

- Yeah, well,
it's fun for the guys,

but how would you like
to have been on the other side?

What they did
was an invasion of privacy.

- Oh, whatever.
- Whatever.

Now, this is a very good book
about women.

And I thought something
wilderness-based,

"Into Thin Air," might be
a nice antidote to Oz.

- Do I look like
a fuckin' Boy Scout?

- Scout, no.

Boy, yes.

I'll just be a minute.

Robert, I'd like to talk to you.

When I told you
about my breast cancer,

I wasn't asking you to watch me
waste away and die, Robert.

I don't need you for that,
if that's what you're afraid of.

I know about Alex Jr.

This isn't that.

I know you're thinking you can't
go through the grief again,

but what if you're missing
the chance

to go through the joy,
the joy of being there

for someone who is
going to make it?

According to Blake,
they go hand in hand,

joy and grief, "piping down
the valleys wild," remember?

Stop being an asshole.

♪ ♪

- If she's talking to you,
old man,

show some respect
and talk back.

- That's enough, Pablo.

Take your book,
we're done for today.

♪ ♪

- 70 times 77.

Jesus said
that's how many times

you're supposed to forgive
your brother.

- Hank and I are still working
on seven.

Meanwhile, an innocent man
nailed to a cross

with iron spikes
says while dying,

"Forgive them, Father.

They know not what they do."

Kind of raises the stakes
for the rest of us, huh?

- [screaming]

- Officer Schwartzmyer says
on the night of the murder,

you started screaming.

- I had a bad reaction
to the medicine.

- As he came over
to check you out,

someone snuck in the private
room and stabbed Mayor Loewen.

- The medicine
was giving me hives.

- Mr. Kelsch,
Dr. Nathan tells us

you weren't having a negative
reaction to the medicine.

- I couldn't stop itching.

- You want to know what I think?

I think you were paid to
distract

Officer Schwartzmyer
from his post.

- The scratching
was driving me crazy.

- That makes you
guilty of murder.

That means you go
to death row.

- Huh?

Death row?

For hives?

[screaming]

- [muffled screams]

- Okay, Brandt, here's the deal.

We now know you're guilty
of killing Wilson Loewen.

- That's a lie.

- We have statements
from two of the other inmates

who were in the ward that night.

They say they saw you
get out of bed

and go into Loewen's room.

- They're lying.

- We also have a confession
from Lionel Kelsch

who says you offered him $1,000
to distract the officer on duty.

- He's a liar.

- Okay, we'll play it your way.

You have the right
to remain silent.

- Aryans are gonna be so pissed
when they hear you're guilty

of killing their hero.
- Anything you say

may be used
against you in a court of law.

- Without my protection,
you'll be dead within the hour.

- You have the right to a lawyer
before speaking to me.

- All right.
All right, all right.

I'll tell you who hired me.

It was that CO,
what's his name?

Johnson.

- Johnson, how's it going?

- Not bad, sir, and you?

- The usual brouhaha.

Hey, I hear you just
bought a car, Jaguar.

- Yup.

- That's a beautiful automobile.

Pretty pricey on a CO's salary.

- My wife's maiden aunt kicked.

She left us a little dough.

- Nice.

Willy Brandt.

- What, sir?

- Willy Brandt confessed
to the murder of Wilson Loewen.

- Congratulations.

How did you manage
to get that thing to spill?

- The truth?

We lied.

We told Brandt
that we had two witnesses,

which we don't,
and that his partner confessed,

which he didn't.

- Brilliant.

- Oh, here's the good part.

Brandt claims that you offered
to pay him $5,000

to waste Wilson Loewen.

Not that I believe him
or anything.

- No, sir.

He's a lying piece of shit.

- Right.

Well, good night.

Enjoy that car.

[tense percussive tones]

- Hey, it's me.
We got a problem.

Glynn knows I set up the murder.

What do you want me to do?

Okay.

- He brought the devil in here,
your son.

Do you hear me?

Your baby boy
got butt-fucked by Satan,

and now we're all gonna burn,

you fuckin' bitch!

- I'm an idiot.

I thought by talking to the man
who killed Timmy,

I would get to know more
about my boy,

that I would understand how
he became the man he became.

- Well, like I said,

Jazz Hoyt isn't very coherent
these days.

He's been ruled mentally insane
by the court of appeals.

Tomorrow they're moving him up
to the psych unit.

- So, what do I do now?

How do I calm this guilt
inside of me?

And don't tell me to pray.

I've prayed so hard
my knees hurt.

- Well, when praying stalls,
I usually try to imagine

what my dad would've done
in the situation.

- [laughs]
That's an excellent idea.

Do you drink, Father?

- Ah, sure.

- Good.

I'll go into town,
I'll get us a quart of Jameson's

and sit in the dark
and drink until dawn,

'cause that's how my dad would
have handled the situation.

- Mrs. Kirk, I-I...

- I'm joking, Father.

Call me Jessica.

- Call me Ray.

- Ray...

Like a ray of sunshine.

[giggling]

I think what I should do
is what I should've done

when Timmy was alive,
and that's volunteer

to work at Oswald,

help men like my son
become better people.

- Volunteer?

What would you do?

- I'm a nurse.

I bet they could use some help
in the hospital ward.

- Yes.

- You'll set that up for me,
Ray?

- Of course.

- Thank you.

I consider you
my really good friend.

- Morning, kiddies.

- Do I have to go get more ECT?

- Later.

Come on, Hoyt,
time to move you up to psych.

Hoyt!

- What the fuck?

I'm bleeding.

♪ ♪

- He'll sleep.

I sedated him.

- He's got no cuts
on his forehead.

What's causing the bleeding?

- A rare condition
called hematidrosis.

Underneath the skin
there are these

tiny blood vessels,
capillaries.

When people are stressed,
they sweat, right?

Well, sometimes
under extreme stress

the capillaries hemorrhage,

releasing small amounts of blood
into the sweat glands.

Hoyt is literally
sweating blood.

- "And being in fear,
he prayed more earnestly,

"and his sweat became
like great drops of blood,

which fell upon the ground."

Luke 22:44, the agony
of Christ in Gethsemane.

- Jesus and Jazz,

I didn't know they had
so much in common.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

What's the matter with him?

- Side effects
of the electric shock.

- I threw up on myself.

- Oh, poor Cyril.

Clean him up
and then admit him.

- I was going to give him
some Emetrol

and send him back
to death row.

- Well, he spent enough time
up there.

He could use
a change of scenery.

- All right, but I'm putting him
in restraints.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Gloria.

Hey, thanks a lot for letting
my brother, you know,

chill out in the hospital ward.

It means a lot to me.

- Well, that's okay.

- Yeah.

Hey, we just heard that, yeah,

his latest appeal has
been denied and the lawyer's

gonna plead his case
to the state supreme court,

but, you know, unless
a fuckin' miracle happens,

I think Cyril's going
to be executed next week.

- I have to go.

- Hey, Gloria,

I never stopped loving you,

not for a second.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Don't you fuckin' ignore me.

You think because I'm slow that
I don't know what's going on.

- I have to go to the bathroom.

- Listen to me,
you fuckin' asshole,

I'm gonna shit in my pants.

- Help me.

- Too late.

Hey, you gonna leave me
lying here in my own shit?

both: Hey!

- What's the matter?

- I had an accident.

- Not again.

Machelo?

Can you give me a hand
over here, please?

[laughter]

- Okay, I'm here.
What's the reason?

- Mr. Neema, your reputation
on the street is,

well, it's massive.

Back in the day
with the Black Panther thing,

and since then with
the community development and--

- I know my own resume.
Get to the point.

- Well, you see, sir, we've
been a little leaderless lately.

Burr Redding's off on some
telemarketing ego trip.

- Yeah, and you want me
to take over.

- Shit, yeah.

- You fellas know
why I'm in Oz?

- For kidnapping or some such.

- I picked up my daughter
from day care.

My ex-wife was intending
to leave this country,

thereby depriving me
of my rights to see my child,

and I love my children,
gentlemen,

every single one,
and I got 16.

- Maybe it's your turn
to get to the point.

- None of my children do drugs,
sell drugs, or hang in gangs.

Each lives a life
of their own choosing,

contributing as best they can
to make a better world.

My children are my pride

because they make me proud.

So, rather than use
this classroom

as a place to plot your plans,

use it for a real purpose,

to learn.

End of sermon.

End of discussion.

[bell ringing]

- Thanks.

Hey, stranger, haven't seen
much of you lately.

- Yeah, well, you know,
you've been busy.

With the play,
your boyfriend.

- Boyfriend?
- Jahfree Neema.

I see you here,
I see you there,

laughing, whispering.

It's very sweet, very intimate.

- Ryan, come on.
- What?

You gonna tell me
I'm imagining it,

that my eyes deceive me?
- No.

- You asked me
to be nice to the guy.

I tried, he blew me off.

You know, I know you think
he's some sort of hotshot savior

and all, but to me he's just
another fuckin' wanker.

You two enjoy yourselves.

Meanwhile, my little brother's
gonna die.

- Ryan.
- What?

- Promise me you won't
do anything to harm Jahfree.

- Oh, gee, Ma,

you really think I'm capable
of something like that?

[overlapping chatter]

- Neema, I know we haven't had

much of a chance to talk
since you arrived here--

- That's probably because
we have

nothing to say to each other.

- Well, look, I know
on the outside you and me,

we was never that friendly,
but--

- Friendly?

Redding, you are anathema to me.

- See, there you go using
them big words,

think you're going to curl me,
but it don't.

- For the past
30-something years,

you've been supplying
the children of our community

with lethal drugs
while I have fought

to keep those
same children safe.

And now, just because
we both find ourselves

in this clap shack, you want
to believe that we have a bond.

We don't.
- We do!

I've seen the error of my ways,
and I'm trying to correct them.

- I don't believe you.

- You know, Burr,
that Neema,

he's a pompous
piece of shit, man.

I say it's time he learned
who's the boss around here.

- You want him dead, O'Reily?

- I wouldn't weep if he was.

- If you really want
to do Neema some harm,

tie him to your mother's crime.

- What do you mean?

- You're a clever boy.

You figure that one out.

- Who's the hardest person
of all to forgive?

Oneself.

The demons inside,
they laugh at the thought.

- When you forgive
some other guy,

he's not likely to turn you
down, say, "Fuck that."

- Tryin' to forgive yourself,
though,

it's "Fuck that" all the time.

- Ten years go by, you still
can't let yourself off the hook.

- 15 years, 20, 40.

You gonna take that grudge
against yourself to the grave?

- You gonna carry it for
eternity?

- Well, well, well.
Agent Taylor.

Are you here to visit me?

- Fuck you, Keller.

- Aww, G-man,
don't get grumpy.

You're the one who made
the deal with Heekin.

You're the one
who got him to fib.

- He saw you dump the body.

- Hey, wasn't it
J. Edgar Hoover who said,

"Cheaters never prosper"?

- Careful there, sir.

- You killed two other men,
Keller,

and I'm gonna get you
for one of them.

[gate buzzing]

- Henry Stanton?
I'm Tobias Beecher.

Sister Peter Marie
suggested I come see you.

- You're the one doing
pro bono work, right?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Helping the prisoners
with legal shit and such.

Well, I hurt my back
doing sanitation duty

a few months ago.

Dr. Nathan told me not to do
anything too strenuous.

I told my COs and they put me
right back to work again

because they think I'm faking,
but I'm not.

In fact,
they give me harder work.

I complain to my unit manager,
nothing changes.

And the other day
I screwed up my back again.

- Uh...
Well, off the top of my head,

it appears the COs
violated your rights

under the eighth amendment,
deliberate indifference.

Let me talk to Dr. Nathan,
the officers involved,

and Warden Glynn,
let me see what I can do.

Meanwhile, take it easy.

Back injuries suck.

- Thanks a lot, man.

- Stanton is not lying, Leo.

I gave him the proper
medical documentation

at least three times.

- Okay, the COs screwed up.

They will be reprimanded.

- That's not good enough.

I've got a rock-solid case here,
Warden.

If we go to court, I'll win.

- What do you want?

- Full physical rehab for
Stanton at the prison's expense

and a guarantee that he'll
be assigned light duty tasks.

- Okay.

- And I want those
two Cos fired.

- Beecher--
- Gone, today.

- The union will fight this.

- So, let the union
take the heat.

- All right, they're fired,
I'm busy.

- You're good at this, Tobias.

- You ain't seen nothing yet.

- So, how are you adjusting
to life after death row?

- I'm bored.

Bored of the everyday,

bored with shaving,
brushing my teeth,

taking a shit,
wiping my ass.

- You know what?

I don't think you're bored.

I think you miss Tobias.

- Well, he's turned
into a real firebrand.

No sooner does he get
my sentence overturned

that he's out taking on the case
of some other jamoke.

- He's found a lot of joy
in helping others.

You might want to try
the same thing.

- And how would I do that,
Sister?

I'm not a lawyer.

- Well, who besides Beecher
do you care about?

- My ex-wives, I guess.

- Start there.

- You know something, Sister,
you just gave me a great idea.

Thanks.

Socks.

- Yeah, I know how you are.

You wear them until
they fall off your feet.

[laughs]
Exactly.

- So, what's the latest
from the outside world?

- Kids are great.

Harry...
actually hugged me yesterday.

- Sweet.

I'd like to meet your kids.

- Yeah, right.

- I'm serious.

- Yeah, okay.
Yeah, definitely.

You know, you know,
just not right away, though.

- Been drinking?

- Not a drop.

Went to a cocktail party
the other night

and passed with flying colors.

- Good boy.

And Holly's teacher,
how's she?

- Why do you ask that?

- I don't know, you're the one

who's mentioned her
a couple times.

- You know, actually,
to be honest, Chris--

- Yes, let's be honest.

- Marian and I
have been dating.

- You fuck her yet?

- Chris.

- Be honest.

- Yes.

- Good for you,
you sexy motherfucker.

- You're pissed.

- I'm not.

- Be honest.

- You want a slice of truth?

[dramatic music]

I killed Franklin Winthrop.

- What?

- No...

[grunts]

- Bitch kills your dad,
bitch gotta die.

- Are you trying to get sent
back to death row?

- I covered my tracks.

- Shit.

- Toby, look,
I'm telling you this--

I'm telling you this...

- [muttering]

- I'm not bragging.
I'm not trying to upset you.

I'm telling you this 'cause
I need you to do me a favor.

My ex-wife, Bonnie.

She's been diagnosed
with ovarian cancer.

She's dying, Toby,

and the only hope
that she's got is this drug,

it's called oxaliplatin.

And the problem is that
it's illegal in this country,

so, I contacted this guy who,
you know, he just,

he peddles in these kind
of illegal drugs.

All I need you to do
is just meet him,

take the oxaliplatin to Bonnie.

- I can't.

- Why the fuck not?

- I'd be violating my parole.

- Bullshit, I'm asking you to
take a small package

in your pocket
from point A to point B.

- I can't.

- Bonnie is dying.

- Chris...
- I love you.

- Don't...
- I know that you love me.

I'm begging you, please.

Toby, I'm begging you.

- All right.

Give me the address.

[bell ringing]

I gotta go.

- Toby, you'll see,
this is all for the best.

It's all for the best, Toby.

Yeah, is Detective Weber there?

I got a tip for him,

the sale
of illegal pharmaceuticals.

- A man stands in the cemetery
reading a letter he wrote

finally forgiving
his long-dead father.

The mother of a girl
killed by a drunk driver

is wracked with fantasies
of retaliation.

Your boyfriend begs you
for one more chance,

you say to a mirror
you're done hating yourself.

But you know you're not.

Maybe instead
of forgive and forget

it should be
forgive and remember.

Remember that you might
wake up tomorrow

and have to forgive
all over again,

and again and again,

the way the heart keeps beating
like a drum.

Forgive.

I can't.

You can.

Forgive. Forgive.

I can't.

You can.

Forgive.

- Same old story.

I got fucked in the ass.

[tense jazzy music]

- Sit down.

♪ ♪

Sit the fuck down.

♪ ♪

All right, guys,
welcome to Oz.

Here's the procedure.

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪