[bright tone]
[tense jazzy music]
♪ ♪
- Ask any tow-headed schoolboy
how many senses we got,
and it's likely
they're gonna say five.
Five?
Are you kiddin' me?
What about my sense of balance,
entitlement, fair play?
Problem is,
five is about the most our
tiny little brains can handle.
But sometimes we have
so many senses cluttering us up,
so many ways to feel
about a thing,
we blow a fuse.
And what's that lead to?
Senseless v*olence.
Yeah, senseless v*olence,
comes in all shapes
and colors.
- For a second day,
riots have rocked
the east side of the city,
ignited by Governor Devlin's
comment that he would pardon
Mayor Wilson Loewen
if Loewen is convicted
for his role
in the 1963 m*rder
of two small
African-American girls.
In response
to the rioting,
city schools
and offices are closed.
All state correctional
facilities
are under tight security.
A verdict is expected
sometime this week.
- Guard, guard!
Aah!
No!
- Your father was stabbed
with an ice pick,
once in the back,
several times in the stomach.
- Who?
Who m*rder*d my dad?
- We're investigating,
searching cells for evidence,
for the m*rder w*apon.
[indistinct chatter]
- Man, this is bullshit.
[tense percussive tones]
- I--I want to go
to the funeral.
- I'm sorry,
we can't permit that.
We're in lockdown.
- But warden, my parole hearing
is tomorrow,
and there's
a fairly good chance
that I'm gonna
go free anyway.
- Because of the riots,
your hearing has been postponed.
- Guess what we found.
- But why?
Why would Clarence Seroy
k*ll my father?
I don't know Seroy;
it makes no sense.
- This is Oz, Beecher,
and nothing makes sense.
Maybe it's these riots.
There's a lot of
racial tension out there.
- No, more likely,
the Aryans hired Seroy,
or planted the ice pick
in his cell to throw Glynn off.
This is f*cking
Schillinger's doing.
- k*lling Beecher's father,
man, what a rush.
It's better than
a case of Red Bull.
The f*ckin' hacks haven't
a clue who did the deed.
Hey, Clarence,
how's it going?
- Man, this is bullshit.
[female news anchor on TV]
- They'll never
figure out who did it.
- Shut the f*ck up!
- The jury found Mayor
Wilson Loewen guilty
of m*rder in
the second degree.
[cheering]
- f*ck!
- I believe that
Mayor Loewen is innocent
and I believe that this trial
was a mockery of justice.
However, due to the volatility
of the situation,
I will not pardon him.
I won't
pardon him yet.
We'll let the smoke clear,
wait a few months,
then we'll get him out.
- Why send him here?
Put Loewen in a nice,
cushy minimum security prison
like Hecht or Macarthur.
- That won't
placate the mob.
They want the mayor
to suffer.
- The most important thing
is to keep him safe.
What's the safest place
in this charnel house?
- Unit J.
Primarily we put bad cops there
so they don't face retaliation
by the rest
of the community.
- Who's in that
cell block now?
- Alvin Yood,
Tobias Beecher.
- Are either
of them black?
- No.
- Okay.
Well, hear this.
Wilson Loewen
is my friend.
Anything happens
to him, Leo, anything,
I will burn this building
to the ground.
♪ ♪
[alarm buzzing]
- Mayor Loewen.
- Hello, Leo.
The last time I saw you
was at the big fund-raiser
in Morrisville
back when you were
running for
lieutenant governor.
We brought in a shitload
of cash that night, huh?
I was disappointed when
you dropped out of the race.
I always thought you had the
makings of a fine politician.
- Look, whatever relationship
we may have had in the past,
that's over.
You're my prisoner now.
- That simple, huh?
Or do you think I actually
k*lled those little girls?
- You were found guilty.
- Well, as a black man,
you ought to know
that don't mean d*ck.
- Take his honor
to Unit J.
- Thank you, friend.
♪ ♪
male reporter: The streets are
once again calm,
though the damage
to the east side
due to the rioting is
estimated at $13.7 million.
- Lockdown is over!
- About f*ckin' time.
Phelan, where'd they
put Wilson Loewen?
- Don't know.
Probably Unit J.
- J?
sh*t.
- Let me
the f*ck out!
- Shut up, Cutler,
I'm coming.
- Beecher's in J.
He'll try to hurt the mayor
to get back at me.
I want you to put
the word out, Winthrop.
I want Beecher to know
he better not touch a hair
on the old man's head.
♪ ♪
- We were in the oval office
and the president says to me,
"Wilson,
if it weren't for you,
I wouldn't be sitting
in this chair."
And he gave me
these cuff links, see.
Got the presidential
shield on them.
- Mr. Mayor, you're
the only one I know
with a bigger
appetite than me.
- Appetite...
Yeah, for power.
I hear you're not gonna
resign from office.
You're forcing the city council
to vote you out?
- Well, the Honorable
James Michael Curley
served the good people of Boston
while he was incarcerated.
Hell, he even won re-election
while sitting in stir.
I could do
the same thing.
The people love me.
I might run for governor.
- Hell, why not
run for God?
- [laughing]
- Hmm...
- What the hell?
♪ ♪
- Oh, Jesus.
- How are you doin'?
Can you talk?
- Oh, yeah,
I'm all right, I just...
Choked on...
- He gave him
the Heimlich Maneuver.
- He what?
- Beecher saved
Loewen's life.
♪ ♪
- What does Schillinger
want with me?
- I think it's better
if he tells you himself.
- I don't want to hear
anymore of his lies.
You know, this is probably
just some trap
to f*ck with
my parole hearing tomorrow.
- I'll admit Schillinger
has conned me in the past,
same as you,
but I--
this time
it's different.
- Beecher.
- What do you want?
- Wilson Loewen has always
been there for my family,
for me.
When my pop
couldn't find work,
he gave him a job
in the parks department.
When Martha and I couldn't
afford a honeymoon,
he gave us airline tickets.
The man is my hero.
You saved his life.
I am now indebted to you.
So, I want you to know
that I won't do anything
to try and stop your parole.
If you can get out
of this f*ck hole...
Go.
- Bullshit.
Whatever you're selling,
Vern, I'm not buying.
You grateful to me?
- It's true.
- True?
[laughs]
I can give you a list
as big as my tattooed ass
of things you said were true.
Do I have to stay here?
- No.
- Beecher, if my backing off
wasn't what you were after,
why'd you save Loewen?
- Because I saw
a man dying,
and my instinct was
to save his life,
my gut instinct.
After all these years in Oz,
I still have that instinct.
That's something you
don't know sh*t about.
- Due to recent circumstances,
the death of your father,
your saving
a fellow inmate's life,
as well as your continued
outstanding behavior,
the board has decided
to grant you parole.
You're a free man,
Mr. Beecher.
The processing
takes a few days,
but for all intents
and purposes, you are free.
- Thank you.
- Good luck.
- Pinch me, sister,
I'm dreaming again.
- No, Tobias,
you are not dreaming.
Oh, oh, oh,
my goodness.
- Holy f*ckin' Christ!
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God.
- Yo, Lopresti, my lawyer was
supposed to be here an hour ago.
Can you call down
and find out what's going on?
- You haven't heard?
- Heard what?
- I got good news
and I got bad news.
The bad news is
Beecher's father's dead.
- No.
- The day we went into lockdown,
m*rder*d right down the hall.
I guess that puts
a kink in your appeal.
- What's the good news?
- Your girlfriend
got paroled.
That's right,
Beecher's going home,
and from what I hear,
he's in such a hurry to leave,
he won't even have time
to come say bye-bye.
♪ ♪
- You know
what they say?
When one of
your senses fails,
the other ones compensate
by getting stronger.
Like if you go blind,
your hearing
suddenly perks up.
Can't smell?
Your taste buds bloom.
So what happens
if you lost them all,
if things no longer
make any sense?
You've got to rely on others
to get you through the day,
and in Oz,
that could be dangerous.
- Rise and shine,
you little fucks!
Get up!
- I can't, I'm sick.
- Bullshit.
If you think you're taking
a siesta in the hospital
just because White did,
you're in for a rude awakening.
Now, get the f*ck up.
Oh, Jesus.
- Claire, we got
a problem over here.
- What the f*ck
is this, Ebola?
- f*ck you, Martinez.
- Un di voy
a meterlo en su culo.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
cha, cha, cha yourself.
- f*ck you, all right?
- You better calm down,
Mr. Martinez,
or I will put you
in restraints.
- What is he,
the nurse's pet?
- Glynn, Nathan won't
give me more painkillers.
- So, call the A.M.A.
♪ ♪
What's the emergency?
- Penders, White and Martinez
have methylene chloride
poisoning.
- Did someone
poison them?
- Not someone, us.
- What?
- Oz itself.
Methylene chloride's
found in aerosols,
paint removers, metal cleaning
products, polyurethane,
basically everything that
was used to rebuild this place.
And guess where all
the residue settled?
- In solitary.
sh*t.
So, what's the prognosis?
- Well, when caught early,
treatable respiratory
and gastric problems,
but these guys, Leo,
it's all they've been
breathing in 24 hours a day.
Martinez's
liver is sh*t.
Penders and White
have lung damage,
and to say nothing of
the neurophysiological effects.
- These guys are
gonna get crazy?
- Or it may
make them sane.
But Martinez needs treatment
I can't provide.
I'd like to send him
to Benchley Memorial.
- [sighs]
No.
- Well, he'll get
better care.
- For the moment,
let's keep this close to home.
- Leo...
- I don't think we need
to spread the word just yet
that Oz is toxic.
- Well, then I want
to go on record.
- You're a good doctor,
Gloria.
You saved Pancamo after
he caught a staph infection.
We didn't go public
with that, did we?
I have faith
that you'll pull
these guys through, too.
♪ ♪
- Espire.
Espire.
- Me siento
como una mierda.
- Yo se, yo se.
Don't you knock?
- Sorry.
Didn't think you'd be doing
anything that needed knocking.
I'm here to transfer
Martinez back to solitary.
- He's not going back
to solitary yet.
- That's what
the paperwork says.
- I don't care about
the paperwork.
- Unless you get Glynn
to tell me different,
Martinez is going.
- I'll be right back.
Excuse me.
- So, what ails you,
Martinez, huh?
You gonna die?
Oh, I love it when
you go all silent on me.
But I don't want
you to die,
at least not until you tell me
who paid you to cut my tendon.
And you will
tell me, Carlos,
'cause I have friends
in solitary.
And when you get back there
they're gonna--
- I have the warden on the phone
in my office, line three.
- Buenas noches,
mi amigo.
♪ ♪
Hey, you two make
a really cute pair.
- Jackhammer
miss sally style.
And five, and five,
and three, and do-si-do,
and back and forth,
and five, and five,
and two, and three...
- This is the best
"Miss Sally" ever.
- And jump it out
and work those legs...
- Officer Murphy,
I got an ask.
- I'm in no mood
to be tender, Morales.
- I want to shift jobs.
I've been working at mechanicals
since I got to Oz.
I need a change.
- To where?
- I'm thinking hospital.
I got a couple of pals
who are orderlies,
I thought maybe
I could do some good.
- Some good for yourself,
you mean.
What do you think,
I'm an idiot?
Your pal Martinez
is in the ward
recuperating from something
he caught in solitary.
- Carlos is
in the hospital?
I didn't know that.
- I made it a priority of mine
to keep you and Martinez
as far away from
each other as possible.
That is, until Martinez
admits that you ordered him
to att*ck Dave Brass.
- That old song
of yours again?
- Yeah, and when he does that,
you're doing down, Morales.
You're going down, down,
down to the lowest pit
with no bottom.
- Fine, I'll just ask McManus
for the transfer.
- Yeah, you go do that.
- I will.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Bye.
- Bye.
♪ ♪
- What if Martinez
jabbers on me?
- He hasn't yet.
He never will.
- Now and never is not
the same thing, Chico.
Being in solitary
can wear a man down,
and if Carlos
is sick,
the hacks are withholding
medicine until he turns.
- What could we do?
- k*ll him.
- Enrique, no,
he's one of us.
- Yeah, but for how long?
Guard: Lights out!
- A lot of times when
a woman gets pregnant,
her sense of smell
changes for the worse.
Suddenly roses are putrid,
and freshly baked bread,
jeez, it's more like ammonia.
Epileptics got
something similar.
They can often tell when
they're about to do a back flip,
because they start to smell
things that aren't there,
so at least they got
a chance to sit down
before the seizure hits.
With pregnancy
and epilepsy,
you've got a pretty good
sense of impending doom.
Too bad we've got no sense
of how to avoid it.
- I'm here
to work, Stella.
- Hi, Robert.
Give me a hand?
I need you to take
the book cart around today.
- William Blake.
- That's right.
It's the cover to...
[together]
"Songs of Experience."
[laughter]
- I never expected to find
a Blake fan in here.
- I'm sorry, I have to ask,
why are you here?
Why would you work in Oz
as opposed to some city library
where you wouldn't be surprised
to find a Blake fan?
- Well, one day
about a year ago,
I was home taking a shower
and I heard a noise.
I came out of
the bathroom,
and there was this kid
standing in the hallway
with my DVD player.
There I am,
"au natural,"
and though I consider
my body a beautiful sight,
the kid freaks
and jumps out the window.
He twists his ankle.
A couple of minutes later
the police pick him up.
It seems he's robbed
other people as well.
So, I go downtown to testify
at some pretrial thing,
and there's the kid,
Jermaine.
So small, so sweet,
sitting next to his mother.
I think,
"He's going to jail."
Then I think, "Christ,
he can have my DVD player."
- You could have
dropped the charges.
- I did, but everyone else
held firm.
I went and visited Jermaine
at juvenile detention
and I said to him,
"Why aren't you in school?"
And you know
what he told me?
- He couldn't read.
- It broke my heart.
I went to Plymouth House
every week and taught him,
and he took to words
like a plant to rain.
His mind was so sharp,
so alive, so thirsty.
- That's wonderful.
- He got stabbed
and d*ed.
And even though
I knew there were
others like him
in Plymouth,
I couldn't go back.
I also know I couldn't
stop what I'd started.
So...
Ta-da.
- You came to a place filled
with old books and bad
attitudes.
- The truth is, Robert,
every book
on these shelves
is new to someone
who hasn't read it.
- You know, Blake,
he said,
"There is a moment in each day
that Satan cannot find."
- That's right.
You know what
my ultimate goal is?
To make that moment
last a lifetime.
♪ ♪
- Libros.
Libros para
los muertos.
- Hey, Rebadow, man,
I'll take a novel.
- Which one?
- I don't know.
A long one.
I'm out of
toilet paper.
[laughter]
- Hey, Agamemnon,
recommend something?
- You got any
pop-up books?
I love pop-up books.
- No.
- Then I'm not interested.
Reading confuses me.
- Agamemnon.
- I know what
you're gonna ask.
The answer is no.
- Come on.
This is the third straight
visiting day Norma's come.
- Then tell her to stop.
I've got nothing to say
to the woman who left me
at the altar
and then wham, boom,
shows up a couple
of months later
carrying some
other Joe's child.
- Don't you even want to know
if she's doing okay?
If the child is?
- Well, I'm assuming
they are.
- Fine, assume away.
- Why, is there
something wrong?
Stop yanking
my chain, McManus.
Is Norma all right?
- Ask her yourself.
- So, Norma was here
again today?
- So we're both
in prison?
- Excuse me?
- I'm sorry.
I thought we were
asking questions
that we already knew
the answers to.
- I think you
should see her.
I was talking
to Stella about it and--
- What's Stella have
to do with anything?
- She's a very
smart woman.
She reminded me
of a Blake passage,
some are born
to sweet delight.
Some are born
to endless night.
- Oh, I get it,
I get it.
You're sweet;
I'm endless.
- No, that's not
my point at all.
What Blake is saying is
that every day you're born
and it's your choice.
- See, this is why
I like pop-up books.
♪ ♪
- There's a condition
called synesthesia,
makes you associate
letters with color,
sounds with touch.
Imagine reading a book
and being constantly washed
in a cascade
of green and purple,
or hearing
a guitar chord
and feeling it like your
lover's lips against your neck.
Why they call it a condition
I'll never know.
It sounds more
like a blessing,
and just goes to prove that
even the most basic reality
is totally different
for each of us.
♪ ♪
- Belial,
bring back the spirits of those
who have gone before,
those dark
and troublesome souls
that spent the last hours
of their lives on death row.
- Kirk, you scum f*ck,
quit that sh*t.
- Praise hell.
Praise Satan.
- Oh, Mukada, you gotta
get Kirk to stop.
He's driving me
f*ckin' crazy.
- Believe me,
that's why I'm here.
- Somehow I knew
we'd meet again.
- You wrote a letter
to the cardinal
claiming that I
sexually abused you.
- You touched my penis.
You licked my ear.
- That's a lie.
- I have a meeting
later this week
with the archdiocese
and the cops.
I'm gonna tell them
all the sin-sational details.
- By lying,
you tarnish
the legitimate grievances
of the men and boys who have
been abused by the clergy,
and you do harm
to the many priests
who have lived celibate
and spiritual lives.
- According to
Nostradamus,
the roman church
is almost ready to fall.
- I want you
to tell the truth.
- Let me at him!
I'll squeeze the truth out
of his scrawny little neck.
- Hoyt, you'd think by now you'd
realize that's not the answer.
Hoyt: He's gonna
die anyway.
What's the difference how?
- You asked me
to perform an exorcism,
to free you from
the devil's hold.
I don't know
how to do that,
but I've contacted
an expert who's a priest--
- Too late, Mukada,
as always...
Too late.
When I am ex*cuted,
you will be stripped
of your ministry,
you will be abandoned
by Holy Mother Church
and you will spend
the rest of your days
wandering aimlessly
and without hope.
In death...
I will be triumphant.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- A fashion layout?
- Yes.
- With the prisoners
on death row?
- Yes.
- In "Maxim" magazine?
- Yes.
- And why do you think
this is such a good idea?
- The governor's press secretary
believes a photo op
will give a positive spin
to the prison system.
- It seems,
I don't know,
unethical.
- Or for the boys on
the death row, a last hurrah.
- This thing is gonna
work like so.
Each of you clowns is gonna
be photographed individually
in various sets of clothes,
and then a group sh*t.
Questions?
- Yeah, when's
the magazine come out?
- January.
- Oh, good,
I'll be able to see it.
My execution
isn't until April.
- Great.
[pop music]
- Okay, good.
Let me see
a little smile.
Okay, good.
That's good.
- Hey, ladies.
- Okay, big smile.
- Jericho can smile.
- That's good.
- I need to change
the glass tube in that lamp.
- Okay, great.
♪ ♪
- Let's get
this over with.
- Okay, we're ready
for the group sh*t.
♪ ♪
- Let me get you
right behind him.
Let's have you
in the back.
Let's get you
behind them, also.
- You and me, Jaz-bo,
captured on film for posterity.
- Okay, guys,
that looks good.
And look butch.
- Ugh!
- Oh, f*ck!
- sh*t!
- This time you die,
m*therf*cker!
- Aaah!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Haaa!
[screaming]
♪ ♪
- I just got a call
from the vicar general.
Because Kirk is dead,
Monsignor Slon
has convinced the police
to drop the investigation
against me.
- You're back.
- Yes.
My prayers
have been answered.
Pete...
I prayed
for Kirk to die.
♪ ♪
- I just finished reading
Augustus Hill's memoirs.
- It's remarkable,
isn't it?
- You know, the way that--
that he describes people
and the way things work,
it's the best book about
prison life I've read in years.
- I completely agree.
- Yeah, so what do
we do with it?
- Well...
I've just taken
the liberty of sending
the pages along
to my publisher.
He wants to publish.
- That's terrific.
Have you told Redding
about it?
- I tried.
He didn't seem
to hear me.
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh, f*ck.
There he goes again,
going around in circles.
- Hey, yo, Burr, man,
you gonna be done soon?
We trying to ball.
- Great, not only ain't
he focused on business,
he gone deaf, too.
I'm telling you, man,
that old
m*therf*cker's done.
We need young blood
to run the tribe.
You, man.
- [laughs] I ain't no
number one, yo.
I already tried it on,
and the shoe does not fit.
- Then who?
- Till we figure that out, bro,
we're stuck with old Burr here.
- [sobbing]
Oh, yes.
Yes!
- In these tough times,
it's essential
for the state government
to work hand in hand
with business to create
new economic opportunities,
and today I am pleased
to announce
that privately owned
enterprises
will be set up inside
our penitentiaries,
employing prisoners full time
on a merit basis.
The first programs will be
set up in the Oswald
and Parker women's
correctional facilities.
- Well, sh*t.
Said,
I've been thinking
about what you said,
how I'm a leader
who does not truly lead.
I've been dwelling on all
the sh*t that I done caused.
I got Augustus k*lled.
I got young boys
out there slinging tits.
Well, I can't
do it anymore,
and I won't let them
do it either.
- I'm very happy
to hear that.
- I got this idea,
but I need to talk
to McManus upstairs.
But Burr Redding, he ain't
got much credibility anymore.
- So what do you want me to do,
go see him for you?
- I want you
to be there with me.
Your presence is gonna
give me a voice.
- Okay.
But what's your idea?
- Well, in order to get my boys
to stop selling them tits,
I got to give them
an alternative.
We're gonna
get real jobs.
- The young lady at the other
end
of the table is Donna
Degenhart.
She's the owner of
this new enterprise in Oz.
Donna.
- Thanks to all of you
in advance
for helping me
create my company.
- What exactly
is your company?
- Telemarketing.
I'll hire inmates
to man phone banks
and control databases
for businesses on the outside.
- Like, who?
- Long-distance providers,
public opinion pollsters,
charities, airline reservations,
you name it.
- You do this, what happens
to Kentwell Communications?
- I'm sorry?
- The telemarketing company
that's already in town.
- Well, we're not putting
anyone out of business.
The market can bear
two companies.
- And you know this through
your extensive experience?
- I know this because
36 other states have
implemented
similar programs,
and the benefits inside far
outweigh any small complications
that may
arise outside.
- Oh, gee, seems
I hear that every time
we kick-start something.
And how often does that
work out for us?
- For Chrissakes,
Howell, what do you
got stock in
Kentwell Communications?
- No, a brother.
- We want to get involved
in this new business
that's coming in.
- So, fill out
an application.
- Well, we was thinking
about something
a little more
proactive.
- Proactive?
What, you been
coaching him?
- McManus, I know what you
suspect
me of doing inside these walls,
and if you believe
your suspicions,
you gotta admit, I run
a business better than most.
- So, you'd both
serve as foremen?
- Exactly.
- Yeah, see, I really
don't have the money
in my budget
for two positions.
- Well, Ms. Degenhart,
that brings me to
a question that I have.
Your employees,
they make
minimum wage?
- No.
No, not even close.
- So, they make
a pittance.
- Well, I mean no disrespect,
Minister Said,
when I say it's honest people
who deserve an honest wage.
- Besides, Said, this is more
than the $2.50 a week
you're currently making
in receiving and discharge.
- That's like telling
a sl*ve it's not all bad
because he gets
to work with his family
inside the master's house.
- Oh, come on, Said.
The woman just trying to get
the operation off the ground.
- At whose expense?
- Look, I have no intention
of exploiting anyone.
- Sometimes that
just comes naturally.
Sadly, the thing about
business at its core,
it is always just business.
I've decided
the Muslims
will not participate.
Excuse me.
- Well, ain't but
one thing I got to say.
f*ck him.
I'll work for nothing until
you hit your profits bull's-eye.
- Well, my foreman.
- Yes.
- "And life to me
is--is--is about living,
"feelings and all
and trying not to fall
"into them hard places
inside you
"created by them
hard places around you.
"It's a I don't
give a f*ck song,
"set to the tune
of the bullshit that bore you.
"The place between dreams
is--is a situation
"signifying nothing.
"So to me,
"I'm just fixing my mind
to just enjoy the dream,
"'cause everything else,
when I ain't asleep is gray,
"and life is about
wherever you gonna get to,
getting got to."
Man, Augustus,
this poem is for you.
[bell ringing]
- The meeting
didn't go well.
- How can you tell?
- Your eyes are
filled with rage.
- Hmph.
Arif, my heart is filled
with disappointment.
How come all good things
have to have a bad thing
attached to them?
- If faith were easy,
everyone would believe.
Those are your
own words, minister.
- Yeah, hmph.
There's got to be
a way, Arif,
to do business without
cheating all the workers.
- Economics is not
my strong suit.
- Yeah.
- Where you going?
- To think.
Just to think.
♪ ♪
- Man, I wish to Christ
I could figure out
what Redding
is up to.
- Rumor is he's walking away
from the kitchen,
that he's gonna be foreman
on the telemarketing business.
- That don't mean
he'll stop slinging.
And what we need
is some information.
Alvarez.
Join us.
- You want me
to sit with you?
- Yeah, I figure you
and Guerra made peace,
you won't be stabbing each other
with the silverware.
Besides,
I got a question.
- Nine inches, baby.
- You friendly with
any of the n*gg*r*s?
- No.
Poet a little bit,
maybe.
- Yeah.
He knows you and us
have been at w*r.
I want you
to talk to him,
find out what Redding's
real plans are.
- Spy.
- Well, yeah.
- I ain't hungry anymore.
- Do this, Miguel.
We'll welcome you
back into El Notre.
- You know, I'm...
I'm glad me and Chico aren't
at each other's throats anymore,
but that's as far
as it goes, man.
I got my parole
in three years.
Until that point,
I'm Mahatma-f*ckin'-Ghandi.
You want
the peach cobbler?
- Miguelito...
You look great.
- Yeah, and you look
really young.
What's up with the visit
after all this time?
- Do I need more of a reason
than you're my son?
- Yeah. It didn't matter much
before, did it?
- Well, maybe
I haven't been here
'cause you're
always in solitary
or in the hole or escaping
and not even coming to see me.
When would I have
a chance to visit, huh?
- You just came here to make
my life more f*cked up, right?
- Thank you.
- Be Mr. Macho Muchacho
all you want,
but if you're so tough,
think what that says about
the bitch that bore you.
- You're a tough bitch.
Yeah.
You do bore me.
Okay, I'm glad
you came.
You know, when I escaped,
I didn't come to see you
because I thought
that'd be the first place
the cops would look.
- It was.
- How's Maritza doing?
- She's wonderful.
- She f*ckin' anybody?
- She's working
as a travel agent
sending people to Europe,
Japan, Australia.
- Ma, I asked you
a question.
- I speak to her once,
maybe twice a month.
I don't think she is.
- You tell her that
she gotta come visit me.
- That would mean a lot more
coming from you.
- I ain't gonna ask.
I ain't gonna beg.
She should
just show up.
♪ ♪
[beeping]
[dial tone]
[phone line trilling]
sh*t.
- Hey, it's Maritza.
I'm not home,
so please leave a message.
[answering machine beeping]
Hey, Ritz.
Thinking about you
a lot lately.
Ma told me how good
you were doing, you know,
sending people all over
the world and stuff.
You know, I hope
you don't forget
that I'm still part of yours,
because, baby,
you're still most of mine.
I know that
I haven't been the best,
you know...
of anything the last
couple of years,
but if, um...
you could use some
of that travel agent,
you know, magic
to arrange for a car,
go to Oz...
Damn, I'd make
that trip worthwhile.
I promise.
All right.
I love you.
And I miss you,
Maritza.
Yeah, I really do.
Please come.
Yeah, please come.
[answering machine beeping]
- Let's say a young man
mugs someone.
A young girl steals
20 purses from Sears.
A young mother
drowns her daughter.
The one thing they're all
said to lack is common sense.
Somewhere along the way
they lost their ability
to think correctly.
Well, look at Oz.
Common sense creates
the common criminal.
The desire to do right
is probably the most
uncommon sense of all.
- Father.
Father,
what's the matter?
- Help, help!
Dr. Nathan:
Get me that crash cart!
- Help!
- Father Meehan's dead.
- Oh, f*ck.
- Hey, O'Reily,
I heard our pal Father Meehan
crashed and b*rned.
That must be tearing
you up inside, huh?
- Yeah,
he was a good man.
- Yeah.
Well, I guess now you got
a little taste of what
it felt like when you
m*rder*d my father.
- We're done talking, bitch.
- Oh, okay.
I was just wondering how you're
gonna feel when Cyril dies.
- We're appealing
Cyril's case.
- And your ma.
- What?
- Your ma.
- You go anywhere
near my mother,
I'll f*ckin'
skin you alive.
- I don't have
to touch her.
I got the evil eye,
remember?
- Yeah, whatever.
- Okay, that's what
k*lled Meehan, you know.
My wife's grandmother put
the evil eye on the fat f*ck
and he was dead
within hours.
- You know, Schibetta, you
really do belong in psych, man.
You're f*ckin' nuts.
- Meehan gave me
his rosary.
That's all you need,
a possession of the person
you want cursed.
I gave the rosary
to my wife
to give to her nana--
arrivederci, Meehan.
I'm gonna put the curse on
every single person you love,
and when you can't stand
the grief one more second,
I'm gonna
put it on you.
And I'll be smiling when you're
twisting in your own sh*t.
- Hey, you f*cking dago,
you m*therf*cker.
f*ckin'--
It's okay, man,
momentary lapse.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Okay, come on,
let's take 'em down.
[buzzing]
- Hey, Chucky.
You got a minute?
- For you, O'Reily,
I got only 28 seconds,
but the way you double-talk,
it should be plenty.
- Peter Schibetta.
He's walking around saying
he can put curses on people.
- The evil eye, sure.
- Well, he says that
his wife's grandmother,
she's got the power.
- Petey's got
two screws loose.
- Oh, man, I feel a lot
better hearing that,
'cause um...
not only did he say
that he put a curse on me,
he said he put
a curse on you.
Yeah, that's
what he said.
I think he still blames you
for him taking it up the ass,
twice.
- That f*ckin'
little prick.
- Maybe you should
go talk to Peter, huh?
- Yeah, maybe I should.
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
- You see, when you say
"screw your courage
to the sticking place,"
what you're saying is
have some balls,
keep on track.
- Oh.
But screw your courage
to the sticking place
and will not fail.
- Good.
- Then I explain
the m*rder plan.
- Right.
[buzzing]
- All right,
that's it.
We start up again
tomorrow at 3:00.
- All right, thank you very
much; we'll see you later.
- Suzanne, I've got to tell you,
I'm having the best time.
I've got to go meet
my wife right now,
but I can't wait to
tell her all about you.
- Thanks,
we'll see you later.
♪ ♪
- Hey, have you heard
from the lawyer
about the exact date
of Cyril's appeal?
- Well, all's Alman said
was sometime this week.
Damn.
- What's the matter?
- I can't find
my car keys.
- What?
- Yeah, I was sure
I left them right here.
- Oh, Christ, mom,
I bet Schibetta stole them.
He's gonna put
a curse on you.
I got--I gotta go.
- Oh, Ryan.
- No, I gotta go.
- Slow down, O'Reily.
- No, I got
an emergency.
- What emergency?
- I can't explain,
just let me go.
You ain't going anywhere.
- f*ck.
- Yo, yo, yo,
Petey, what's up?
- Chucky, boys,
long time no see.
- Petey,
where you going?
- Visit with my wife.
- Uh-uh.
We called and canceled.
- Why?
- You and me, we have
to have a little chat.
- About?
- Life and death.
My life, your death.
- Chucky, no!
♪ ♪
- Warden, you better come
and see this.
- Well, I can't say
I'm sorry Schibetta's dead.
What's that?
- His eye.
- Lockdown!
Lockdown!
- What the f*ck
is going on, man?
- O'Reily.
Catch.
♪ ♪
[groaning]
- There's our
little prick.
Robson, you shanked me,
and I almost d*ed.
You're going
to wish I had.
- Officer!
Officer!
Officer!
- You boys
cut the sh*t.
Outta here,
let's go.
- [speaking Italian]
- Holy sh*t.
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
Vern,
I need your help.
- Keep walking.
- After all I've done for
the brotherhood, you owe me.
- Hey, you heard the man,
keep walking.
- Watch your mouth, prag.
- I'm not a prag anymore, pal,
and as for watching my mouth,
you're the one
with the n*gg*r gums.
Bye-bye.
[laughter]
♪ ♪
- You know what
true boredom is?
True boredom is when
you want to get yourself off
and you don't want to
at exactly the same time.
- Listen, Cutler, the wops
have got it out for me.
I need
your protection.
In return, I'll steal,
I'll shank, you name it.
I need your clout
to keep my ass safe.
- Well, if that's
what you want,
I'm afraid your ass
is the one thing
that's not gonna
be safe...
Prag.
- I'm no bitch.
- Then ciao, baby.
If you want
to stay alive...
Come get poppa
out of his boredom.
- I don't really have anyone
else to talk to in this place.
- That's what
I'm here for.
- You ever been
scared of dying?
- Oh, yeah.
My first year here,
a man named Warren Sticks.
We were in the middle
of a session,
and suddenly he leaped
out of his chair
and started
to choke me.
I blacked out,
and when I came to
I was lying in
a pool of blood,
his blood.
He had slit his wrists with
the edge of my tape dispenser.
I realized he was...
Attempting to
knock me out
so he could
k*ll himself.
- You remember
that sensation,
thinking you were
gonna die?
- Is that how
you feel now?
- I felt that way
every day
since as long
as I could remember.
- How far back
is that?
- Much further
than I'd like.
I was Gerald Robson's
only child.
Even as a kid,
you do what
you gotta do to survive...
'Cause when you're six,
running away is not an option.
- Did he b*at you?
- Oh, yeah.
And worse.
- Did he abuse you
sexually?
- [sobbing]
It's funny,
here I am 36 years old,
and I got nowhere to run.
You know,
and I--I guess what...
What I want
to know is,
is it okay to do
whatever is necessary...
to survive?
- Is what okay?
- Or should I die?
Uh, no, no, but--
- That's what I figured.
Thanks, sister.
- Sometimes
the worst thing,
the worst possible
f*ckin' state of being...
- Is having all your senses
workin' full tilt.
How can that be bad?
Well, there are
certain things we do
when seen, touched,
heard, smelled
and tasted
all at the same time
that'll make you wish
you were dead.
♪ ♪
- Lick this.
That's right,
lick it real good.
Now give it
back to me.
Drop your pants.
Now bend over.
- What?
- You and me,
we're gonna spoon.
Now bend
the f*ck over.
- [screaming]
[screaming]
[tense jazzy music]
♪ ♪
[bright tone]
06x02 - See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Smell No Evil
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Inmates and correctional officers inside the Oswald State Correctional Facility, nicknamed "Oz," battle for power and survival amid warring factions and expl*sive acts of retribution.
Inmates and correctional officers inside the Oswald State Correctional Facility, nicknamed "Oz," battle for power and survival amid warring factions and expl*sive acts of retribution.