04x02 - Obituaries

[bunniefuu]

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

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[bell chiming]

- Obituaries.

A man or a woman lives
their entire life.

They work and love
and dream and laugh and cry,

then they die.

[dramatic music]

And then somebody
who they don't even know,

who's never met them once,

boils their entire life down
to a paragraph or two

in a local newspaper,

and that's only if
they've achieved something,

something that the editor
thinks is important.

Now, if they're real movers,
real shakers,

maybe they get two columns,

maybe they get a photo
from 1974.

[g*nsh*t]

And if they've achieved nothing,

they get buried
at the bottom of the page,

or ignored completely.

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[g*nsh*t]

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- The homicide unit
has finished its investigation.

Guillaume Tarrant
sh*t seven people

before k*lling himself.

Four people are dead:
Officer Joseph Howard,

and prisoners Lou Rath,
Junior Pierce,

and Kenny Wangler.
- What's the status

of the other three inmates,
Keller, Cyran, and Ahmed?

- They're all
at Benchley Memorial.

Cyran and Ahmed
had superficial wounds.

They should be back today,
but, Keller had internal damage.

He'll be in the hospital awhile.

You know,
I keep asking myself:

How did that f*cking g*n
get in Oz?

- I don't know, Murphy,

but, I'm sure as Christ
gonna find out.

- We don't know
where the g*n came from.

- Why you asking us?

That was a white man's finger
on the trigger.

- I'm talking to everyone.

- Whether you find out
the truth or not,

one thing is clear.

Emerald City is out of control.

McManus must go.

- You telling me who to hire
and who to fire, Adebisi?

- Just pointing out reality.

- McManus was lax.

Ultimately,
the responsibility is his.

And you'd better act fast,
the press wants answers.

Public wants someone to blame.

- Thank you for your concern.
[gate buzzes]

- You two were very chummy
in there.

Rare finding such agreement.

- So, you are saying you don't
want McManus to get fired?

[chuckles]

- Zahir, what is going on?

- What do you care?

You lost the taste for power,
isn't that what you said?

- Yeah.
- Then you're out of this.

- Beginning of the day,

the way, the wisdom,
the wish, the will to treat,

to try, to trip.
- Shut up.

- You can memorialize
them hacks...

- Shut the f*ck up already!
- But, my brothers,

they on they backs
in corners like--

like roaches after another
f*cking raid sweepin'.

- Enough!
Shut the f*ck up, man!

- Back on the thigh,
the glimmer in the eye.

[mumbling]
[overlapping shouting]

- Poet.

Poet, enough.
- Stupid ass m*therf*cker.

- Get the f*ck away from me,
man.

You know, Bricks--
Bricks and Junior is dead.

They dead!
- You and me are alive.

- Ain't got no heart, Adebisi.

- I have a heart.

I have a heart of a lion.

Instead of crying
for Kenny and Junior,

help me revenge them.

- Revenge against who, Adebisi?

You seen Tarrant
greased himself.

- You see,
against them.

All of those white bastards.

- Wasn't no f*cking
white bastard,

that poured hot soup
on my face,

scarring my skin.

That was you.
That was you!

- Yeah, that was then.
This is now.

If you'd been standing
1 inch to the left

when the sh**ting started,
you'd be dead

and Kenny Wangler would be
my new best friend.

[gate buzzes]

- Yo, brother,
sh*t's going down.

- Yeah, but, what?

We're on the outside,
nose against the glass.

- Yeah, not for long, brother.

f*cking hacks want to know
how Frenchy got the g*n.

- And you know who did it?

- f*cking coco, man.
Adebisi.

I saw him with the g*n
the day before the sh**ting.

- Does Adebisi know you know?

- Not yet, brah,

but he gonna find out
soon enough.

[g*nshots]

- Integrity.

It's what sets
real leaders apart

from typical politicians.

One man running for governor
has real integrity.

Alvah Case.

Activist lawyer,
law school dean,

State Bar president.

Nobody questions his integrity.

So, after the riots
at Oswald Prison,

to whom did even James Devlin
turn to sort it out?

That's right...

[door opens]

- Wendy.
[door closes]

- McManus has to go.

- That seems to be
the mantra of the week.

- Have you seen The Trib?

Front page,
above the fold.

"Prison sh**ting
Leaves Four Dead."

And two op-ed pieces.

- I can handle
a little negative press.

- Not if you want
to be lieutenant governor.

You need a scapegoat.
You have to fire McManus.

- Now's not the time.

- He screwed things up
from the get-go.

Have you forgotten the riot?
- The riot was not Tim's fault.

- His entire history of Emerald
City has been a disaster.

He's a weak,
limp-wristed liberal

and you gotta toss him out
with the other garbage.

[tense music]

[door opens and closes]

[knocks lightly]

- Here's your mail.

You're welcome.

[buzzer sounds]

♪ ♪

- "Dear Tim,
I know by now

that Sister Pete
has given you the news

"that I'm not coming back to Oz.

[echoing] "This all must seem
unreal to you.

"It sure as hell does to me.

"When I left two weeks ago
on vacation,

"I never dreamed my entire life

"could turn around
so far so fast.

"I never dreamed that
I'd meet a man like Cary.

So loving,
so understanding..."

♪ ♪

[drawer opens and closes]

[clicks]

[lighter clicks]

- I've been asked
to pick one staff member

to serve as part of
a state delegation

that's going to South Africa

for a discussion
of human rights issues.

That group will visit
the Pretoria Prison,

the Zonder Water Prison,
as well as go on a safari.

- Sorry.

Uh, Leo, I just want to talk
for one minute, okay?

- Not now.
I'm in the middle of something.

- Ah, yeah,
just one minute

about Officer Howard's
memorial service.

You know,
it's important, g*dd*mn it,

because the man was k*lled
right in front of me.

- All right, go ahead.

Okay, uh...

I think that
we should videotape the ceremony

so that when his grandkids
get older they can watch it.

- Eternal rest grant unto him,
oh, Lord,

and let perpetual light
shine down upon him.

all: Amen.

- And now, Tim McManus would
like to say a few words.

Tim.

- Uh,
Joe loved to bet on the horses,

and so, in honor of him,
I would like to...

♪ Camp town ladies
sing this song ♪

♪ Doo-da, doo-da ♪

♪ Camp town racetrack's
five miles long ♪

♪ Oh, doo-da-day ♪

♪ Gonna run all night ♪

♪ Gonna run all day ♪

♪ Bet my money
on a bob-tail nag ♪

♪ Somebody bet on the bay ♪

[knocks on door]

- Come in.

- Leo, we want
to talk about Tim.

- [sighs]
I have had all the discussions

about Tim McManus
I'm gonna have.

- He's clearly in distress.

- Yes.
- He needs help.

- That's what I told him.
- So, you've seen him?

- We've been looking everywhere.
- He just left.

- Well, where'd he go?

- I have no idea.

- All right,
we'll try him at home tonight.

- If not, we'll just
see him here tomorrow.

- Right.
- I don't think so.

- Why not?

- I just fired him.

Goodnight.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

- I saw this obituary once
of a guy I knew,

and the newspaper
had misspelled his name.

They misspelled his g*dd*mn,
m*therf*cking name,

and that's it.
It ain't no going back.

It's not like they
gonna get his name right

the next time he dies.

No.
That edition of the newspaper

is going in the archives.

And this guy I know,
his name,

which is probably the thing
he's proudest of in life,

it's gonna be wrong

forever and ever.

♪ ♪

[buzzer sounds]

[door opens]

[bell ringing]

- All right.

Everybody, listen up.

Last night,

Tim McManus resigned
as unit manager of Emerald City.

[all cheering]

- All right, quiet down.

Until a new unit manager
is named,

the warden has asked me
to temporarily

take over McManus' duties.

Hear this.

Nothing,

and I mean nothing's
gonna change.

- Yeah, that's what you think.
- Alright, that's it.

[bell ringing]

- Officer Murphy,

have you heard the latest
on Chris Keller?

- Haven't heard anything new.

- Could you call 'em
and check on his status?

- Beecher, we had
a major incident here,

all right?
Now, we lose Tim McManus.

Your boyfriend's health
ain't a priority for me.

- Please?

- Go away.

[dramatic music]

- I asked my father to locate
Schillinger's other son.

- Oz didn't make you a bitch.

You were born one.

- Yeah, okay.
- Yeah.

[both grunt]

- You were tormented
in your role in the death

over Andrew ScHillinger.

You went looking,
you came to me.

You asked for guidance
in the ways of Islam.

You felt comfort,

peace of mind
in the arms of Allah.

But, you have this

thing

between you and Keller.

h*m* acts are blasphemy.

- [sighs]

I know that.

I don't want to love him,
Kareem,

but, I do.

And as for Allah,

I'll take my chances with him
when the time comes.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, Beecher.

Sorry about what happened
to your little butt buddy.

[laughter]
Of course, knowing that kind,

he's probably f*cked
half his nurses

and a couple orderlies by now.
[laughter]

Hope he don't come back to you

with any of them
staph infections.

[laughter]

[bell ringing]

♪ ♪

- Toby.
Hey, Dad.

- Oh.

Good news.

We found Hank ScHillinger,
by the way.

- Well, Jesus, that was fast.

- Well, I told you,
Swannie's the best,

and if you turn
over the right rock,

you'll find a worm.

- Meaning?

- Hank Schillinger's
one screwed up kid.

Swannie said he's a--
he's a drug addict,

he's a petty thief.

He pimped his girlfriend.

- How long before he'll come
and visit ScHillinger?

- Well, there's one
slight complication.

Boy says he won't come
unless he gets paid.

- Paid.
How much?

- I don't know.

Probably what it'll cost
to get him his next high.

- [sighs]
Mm.

Make the deal.

- Toby.
- Make the deal, Dad.

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

- Vern.

- What the hell--sorry,
heck do you want?

- You have a visitor.

- What, suddenly you're
my appointment secretary?

- Hank is here.

- Hank?

My hank?

♪ ♪

- Your father's on his way.

- So, when do I get
the other half of the money?

- When you're done.

- Cool.

So, bring him on.

How long is this gonna take?

'cause I gotta meet somebody.

Dude, you look awesome.

- Hello, son.

- Skinny as sh*t.

They don't feed you in here?

- Oh.

Oh, God!
Good to see you.

- Dad.

- Let me look at you.

- Yeah.
[chuckles]

- How you doing?

I mean, about Andrew.

- Well, I miss him,

but, before he got clipped,

we weren't hanging
as much together.

All the freaks he'd be with,

dragging a n*gg*r
from the back of a truck.

What is that sh*t?

- Well, go on, sit down.

So much I want
to talk to you about.

- You know,
I'd love that,

but, I mean,
I gotta bolt.

- Hank, you just got here.

- [clears throat]
Hank.

- You know, f*ck it.

I got time.

I mean, you're my daddy, right?

- [laughing]

[knocks on door]

- How'd it go?

- Well, it started out
kind of bizarre,

but, Hank eventually
settled down.

- And ScHillinger?

- You know, I've actually
never seen him happy,

but, that's what he seems to be.

He asked Hank to come back,
Hank said yes,

but, whether he shows up
is anybody's guess.

- I'll make sure he does.

- You know,
the most startling thing for me

is how much ScHillinger
truly loves this kid.

- Father?
- Yeah?

- Have you ever loved
anybody too much?

[exhales]
Of course, you're not allowed.

I mean, the celibacy thing.

I guess my question is:

Is it wrong

to love somebody too much?

- Well, I guess that depends on
how the love manifests itself.

And the answer
to your first question is...

yes, I have.

[door opens,
indistinct chatter]

- You gotta pity the guy

who had one thing go
wrong in his whole life.

I mean, other than that
one thing that got f*cked up,

he led a good,
average life.

But, some incident or other,

some bad decision
or bad behavior

which maybe gained him
a moment of notoriety,

that'll be the headline
in his obit when he dies.

You know,
like Charles Van Doren,

quiz show scandal.

No matter what else he's done,

that's how he'll be remembered

forever and ever.

[dramatic tones]

[indistinct chatter]

[clatters]

Sorry.

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

She yours?
- My girlfriend.

- Oh, yeah?

My wife.

- [laughs]

Mmm.

The lieutenant
wants an update.

He wants to know when
he's gonna see some arrests.

♪ ♪

- The sh**ting
has brought everything

to a complete standstill.

Two of the guys on my initial
drug connection got k*lled.

- Take it slow, partner.

- I know.
I know.

But, I gotta tell you,

I don't want to spend
any more time in this place

than I have to.

- I miss my wife constantly.

♪ ♪

And lately, I...

feel like I'm losing her.

- Think she's sleeping
with another guy?

- No.

I'm just becoming,

you know,
less and less important to her.

She filling in the space
that I left.

- That could never happen
to Kina and me.

- No?

- No.

- Yeah, we'll see.

- Where she from?

- D.C.

- Really?

- Why?

- No, she just--
she looked familiar to me.

I was trying to figure out
from where.

How long she been in the city?

- Six month or so.
- Oh.

I definitely don't know her.

[knocking]

All right, man, a'ight!

- Hey, Kina.

Did you ever have any run-ins
with a guy named Augustus Hill?

[sighs]

Yeah, I thought so.

He says he recognized you.

Well, I think to be safe,

you shouldn't come visit
for a while.

Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

[bell rings]

- You know, in Jamaica,
I worked the line.

- [chuckles]
Yeah?

- Maybe you have a place for me.
- [chuckles]

- So many of your men
were k*lled.

- Let me speak to some people.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[buzzer sounding]

- Mr. Adebisi.

- Nice island, Jamaica.

- You've been?

- I ask the questions.

- Understood.

- How's Juni Numba doing?

- I know who he is,

but, we have never
danced together.

- Marcus Surrey?

- Again, I know of him.

- William Pouches?

- Him I don't know at all.

- That's because I made him up.

You know Harlem King?

- Barely.

- Then who do you know?

Who can vouch for you?

- Nester Parks.

- Nester Parks?

He's in Lardner.

- Servin' 15 years.

- You can go now.

- Give me a chance
to prove myself.

- Go.

- Poet...

contact Nester Parks.

I want to hear stories
about our new monkey.

♪ ♪

- So, the trial starts today.

- Yes.

And I plan to go to court
and be there every day

until we get justice.

- Oh, and you're certain
that we will get justice.

- I have a very good feeling
about this.

I think we're gonna win.

I think the state
and this prison and Devlin

are gonna have to finally
face the facts

that after all these years,

they were responsible
for the riot.

Well, they were responsible,

for all the inmates
who were injured,

and the men,

like my brother, who d*ed.

- [chuckles]

- You're laughing at me?

- No, I'm not laughing at you.

I just remember the frightened
little girl that you were,

and I'm stunned.

And very pleased,

at all the changes within you.

- [exhales]
I wanna kiss you.

- I wish we could.

- You know what?

Everything that
I respect about you,

also really pisses me off.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

I've asked you all here today
because as co-plaintiffs,

I want to give you an update

on the lawsuit
against the state.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We saw that on the news.

When do we get
our f*cking money?

- As I have said, O'Reily,
this is not about money.

This is about the state
admitting culpability

in the riot.

- Excuse me,
will each of us be testifying?

- I doubt it.

I have all of your depositions

and our lawyer, Arnie Zelman,

he believes that
only one of us is necessary

to plead our case in court.

- And that someone would be you.

- Yes.

I leave in an hour.

- It's taken all these months
for the trial to start.

How long before the jury
reaches a verdict?

- I would say about a week.

- Well,
aren't we feeling optimistic?

- Well,
given the fact that I believe

the American legal system
to be inherently corrupt,

unfair, chaotic.

Oh, yes,

I'm feeling very optimistic.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Take it away.
- Kareem.

- No, I absolutely refuse.

- Kareem, it's a new
statewide requirement.

Whenever a prisoner
leaves a facility,

he or she must put on
an orange jumpsuit.

- And if I wear that
in the court,

how do you think
the jury will see me?

They will see me as a criminal,

and that is someone
who is not to be believed.

- You can't leave Oz without it.

- Go to the Board of Prisons.

You get me a waiver.
- I tried.

- Then you sue
the Board of Prisons.

- Fine, and maybe Judge Dolloff
will delay the proceedings,

or maybe he won't.

In any case, the legal haggling
is going to eat up time.

I thought you wanted this trial
over as soon as possible.

- You know what I want?

I want this trial done right.

- Okay.

I'll file the proper motions.

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- Hey.
- Back so soon?

- Yeah.

There was a complication.

- There always is with you.

- What'd you mean by that?

- Well, you say you're not
in this for the money,

and I believe that.

You say you are in it
for justice.

I think there's
something else involved.

I think you want
this case to fail.

If the jury rejects our lawsuit,

then you'll be able to point
with righteous indignation

at a system that doesn't work.

But, if we succeed,
then what do you have?

What can you rage against?

So, you'll do anything

to find a complication.

- I will not be made a sl*ve too

by the laws of this state,
Beecher.

- Yeah, well, that's where
you and I are different,

'cause I love the law.

Even though it didn't work
in my favor

and I ended up in here,

I thank God every night
for the laws we have.

'cause it keeps people
like Adebisi

and Hernandez and ScHillinger
away from my children.

You know what?

I'm gonna tell Zelman that,
if he needs me to,

I'm gonna testify
instead of you.

♪ ♪

- Beecher!
- Beecher's testimony

about physical abuse
by guards at Oswald

before and after the riot
stunned the jury.

- Beecher?
How does Beecher know this?

- Beecher claims that even after

the SORT team
had gained control,

prisoners were tortured.

This is Kevin Gurston reporting
from the courthouse.

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

- You Mrs. Lazarus?

- Yes.

- I got word somebody
was waiting to see me.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

- No.
Yes.

I was one of the jurors
at your trial.

- Oh.

You came to make sure
I was being punished?

- No, I...

there is something
that has been haunting me

ever since you were convicted.

- What?
You think I'm innocent?

- Oh, I know you're guilty.

I know you k*lled that young man
and cut off his head

and tried to ship it
Airborne Express.

That is what makes
this whole thing so hard.

I am a Christian.
I know the difference

between what is God's will
and what isn't.

I know that everyone is owed
a fair trial

and that means being judged
without prejudice.

- Lady, what are you
jabbering about?

- At your trial,
you were not judged

without prejudice.

- So, then Mrs. Lazarus says
after the jury got sequestered,

one of the other jurors,
a redneck m*therf*cker,

announced to everybody,

"This shouldn't take long.

This guy's a f*g.
All fags should be dead."

Then he proceeds
to bully the rest of them,

accusing anyone
who wanted to discuss my case

of being a f*g.

Mrs. Lazarus says this juror
got 'em all to vote guilty

based solely on the fact
that I'm gay.

- Jesus.

- What are you gonna do?
- I figure I got a sh*t

at getting the guilty verdict
overturned.

Maybe get a new trial.

Maybe get the f*ck outta here.

♪ ♪

- Minister Said,

may we talk?

- What is it that you and I
could possibly have

to talk about?

- Oh, you mean 'cause I'm q*eer

and you Muslims consider
h*m* an abomination?

- Yes.

There you have it.

- Would you say you're
prejudiced against me?

- No.

I pray every day

for your kind
to find their way to God.

- Seems to me that makes you
all the more prejudiced.

I mean, I'm not going
around asking Allah

to turn you into a f*gg*t.

- [chuckles]

What is it that you want?

- Justice.

[both breathing heavily
and grunting]

- Shirley Bellinger's execution
has been set

for two weeks from Thursday.

Now execution brings us
a lot of undue attention

from the media,
from protesters.

Shirley is the first woman
to be ex*cuted in this state

since 18-something or other,

so, we're gonna eat
more sh*t than usual.

- Warden?
- Yeah, Lopresti?

If you're gonna have
TV cameras up in death row,

you might wanna think
about having the place painted.

- Okay, all right,
I'll put somebody on it.

Anything else?
[buzzer sounds]

- Shirley.

- Good morning,
Officer Lopresti.

And who is this fine gentleman?

- Ralph Galino.

He's gonna paint your cell.

- How do you do?

- Well, the truth be told,
I'm a little pissed off.

On the outside,
I was a contractor.

Housing complex I built
collapsed, k*lled two people,

but, it wasn't my fault.

I used to supervise painters.

I never painted.

Somehow the warden decided
I was qualified.

- Enough yapping,
Get to work.

Shirley, you can step out.

- Step out?
- Yeah.

Warden decided you're free
to roam around here

'til Galino's done.

- Tell Mr. Glynn
I'm much obliged.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I'm so sorry.
- No problem.

- How are you today, Nat?

- Just fine, honey lamb.

- What are you working on?

- New dress.

- f*cking girlie q*eer bait.

- Oh, that pierces me
to the very bone.

Especially coming
from a jizzball

who m*rder*d his family.

[g*n cocks]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- You m*rder*d your family?

- Twice.

♪ ♪

- Prisoner number
97m573,

Mark Miles.

Convicted
July 10th, 1997,

three counts of m*rder
in the first degree.

Sentence: death.

- You m*rder*d
two of your families?

My, my, that makes me feel
like a downright amateur.

- 20 years ago,
I sh*t my wife and my son.

I pleaded insanity,
served 10 years

in the Conley Institute.

I was cured.

- f*cking psychopath.

- Well, that's the pot calling
the kettle black, boy.

- Hey,
don't f*cking call me boy.

- Gentlemen, please,
no ruckus.

At least wait
'til I'm dead.

- They set the date yet?

- Two weeks.

- That don't f*ck
with your head?

- No.

After all the bullshit,
the trial, the appeals,

the miscarriage,
I'm ready to go.

I am ready
to meet my maker.

'Course whether he's ready
for the likes of me

is another story.
- [chuckles]

- When you smile,
you are a very attractive man.

- For a n*gga?

- I admit I've had
my prejudices,

but now that I am so
close to the end,

I see that all of us
is the same.

Same needs,

same desires.

- Yo, Lopresti!
- Hey, hey, hey!

What's going on here?

- Just a little
fraternization.

- That is not on
the g*dd*mn program.

- Done.
- Good, get inside.

- Careful of the fumes,
you might get high.

- I'm looking forward to it.

- Hey.

- Hey, Pete, I was just
gonna come find you.

- Oh, yeah?

- I had dinner last night
with Preston's parents.

It's been awhile
since I'd seen them.

Anyway, I mentioned
your interaction program.

- Really?

How'd they react?

- Patricia seemed more intrigued
by the idea than Lars.

- Would you like me
to call them?

- Nope. I convinced them
to participate.

- You?

- I always had a really good
relationship with them,

you know, even though Preston
married outside of his religion,

outside his tribe.

It's funny, during dinner
Patricia kept saying,

"it's not like
we blame you, Gloria."

Which of course means
that they do blame me

for Preston's death,

only they're too wasp
to be confrontational.

And then I realized
that I blame myself, too.

- Cyril, stop that,
put that down.

- Sorry.
- That's okay.

Cyril, you do understand
that you may have to talk

to the mother and father
and wife of the man you k*lled?

- Yes.

Dr. Nathan.

I like her.

- When you meet them,

do you know what
you might want to say?

- Um...

that--that I wanna be
their friend.

- Uh, Ryan, how about you?

What do you want to say?
- Hey, we're not here for me.

We're here to cure him
of those nightmares.

- No, no, no.
We're here to help you, too.

I think you might
want to talk about

getting diagnosed
for breast cancer,

about how
frightening that was,

how kind Gloria was,

and how you developed
feelings for her,

and how that led to you

having Cyril m*rder Preston.

- I still love her,
I do.

And that ain't never
gonna go away.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Oh, f*ck!

♪ ♪

- I don't understand
why it's still bleeding.

- Maybe Dr. Nathan
should take a look at it.

What do you say?

- Well, Dr. Nathan's
gone for a few hours.

- What?

- I think I'll see if
I can find Dr. Stopnik.

- Oh, f*ck.

- Sister Peter Marie,

I'd like you to meet
Lars and Patricia Nathan.

- Hello.
Welcome.

- Thank you.

- Weren't you at
Preston's funeral?

- Yes, we spoke very briefly.

I wasn't sure
if you'd remember.

- I remember everything
about that day.

- Why don't we all sit down?

- When Gloria asked us
about coming here,

I have to admit
I was skeptical.

I'm not sure what
good it'll do

bringing up all
those feelings again.

- The bottom line, Lars,

is that by facing
the men responsible

for your son's death,

you have the opportunity
to express things

you might not
otherwise get to say.

- That's what I told him.

- Right, so,
from now until then,

we'll have a series
of conversations to help

prepare you for meeting
the O'Reilly brothers.

Now, at times the process
might seem slow,

frustrating,
even counterproductive.

- We can drop out at any time.

- Yes, but, ultimately,

the experience
can be very satisfying.

[gate buzzes]

- Let's get started.

- What's the single
most important thing

you want to ask
Cyril and Ryan?

- Why did you
m*rder my baby?

- Hey.

- Ryan?
- Yo.

- Why do you use
the pay phone?

- To call out, Cyril,
that's why.

- Why not use
your cell thing?

- You mean a cell phone?

Because they're illegal in Oz.

They're against the rules.

- Hmm.

Then why does the man
who talks funny have one?

- What man who talks funny?

Everyone in this sh*t hole
talks funny, Cyril.

- Him.

♪ ♪

- Stanislofsky's
got a cell phone?

- I saw him
talking on it.

- Really?

- [babbling in Russian]

f*ck.

- You wait here, okay?
I'll be right back.

♪ ♪

Nikolai, Nikolai,
Nikolai...

How's it hanging
there, buddy?

- O'Reilly, always
a pleasure to see you.

- Yeah, right.

You know, a little birdy
told me a secret about you

and I just came by to see
if it was true or not.

You got a cell phone?

- No.

- Hmm.

Well, I guess
that's what I get

for listening to
little birdies, huh?

Because if you did
have a cell phone,

you'd let me borrow it.
You'd share, right?

- Share?
- Yeah.

- Mmm, rent maybe,

if I had one,
which I don't.

- I know.
You told me and I believe you,

because that's just the kind
of trust that we have.

- Yes.

Absolutely.

- Well, I'm sorry
to disturb you.

- Not a problem.

- Bye, Nikolai.

[gate buzzes]

There you go, Niko,
eat hearty.

Yo, Pancamo,

my brother's sick, I gotta
get him back to Em City.

- We're in the middle
of f*cking lunch.

- Look, I don't get him
back to Em City now,

he's gonna blow chunks into
that salad bowl right there.

- Okay, okay, go,
get him out of here.

- Cyril, you all right?
Come on.

You feeling alright?
Come on, let's go.

You all right?

♪ ♪

- But I feel good,
Ryan.

- Oh, shut up.

Stand here and tell
me if you see Stanislofsky

coming, okay?

f*ck.

Where's the f*cking phone?

♪ ♪

- Couldn't find it,
could you?

- Find what?

- The cell phone.

- Cell phone?

I thought you said
you had no cell phone.

- I don't.

- Well, then how could I
look for something

that doesn't exist?

- Exactly.
- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

What's up, jizz?
- f*ck you.

- Hey, Ralph.
- What do you want?

- Jesus, can't a guy
just be friendly?

- I been here for days
and you ain't been friendly.

- Well, that's why I'm here, to
make up for my lack of manners.

You mind if I sit?

Jesus,
this mattress sucks.

Hard adjusting to
life in Oz, isn't it?

Especially with
that jizz-bag roommate of yours.

- Hoyt. Hoyt is a pig.
I don't even know why

they moved me in here
after that French guy d*ed.

- You know what
the hardest part is?

It's getting used to life

without all the trimmings,
you know?

I'm talking about sex,
a good cigar.

- Oh.
- Yeah, a fine bottle

of vino, a cell phone.

- I didn't know that
cell phones weren't allowed.

Stanislofsky set
me straight.

- Yeah?

Ralph, you grow up
in America?

- Yeah.

- Growing up, who was
the one enemy we had?

The one country
that we never trusted?

- Russia.
- Yeah.

And Stanislofsky, he's...

- Russian.
- Right.

He was telling you the truth
about not being allowed cells,

but, instead of
turning yours in,

he kept yours for himself.

- f*cking cocksucker.

- Yeah, if I were you,
I'd go take back what was mine.

♪ ♪

- Hey, you fucker,
I want my cell phone back.

- Lower your voice.

- [whispers]
f*ck you, I want it.

- You think I carry
the thing around with me?

I have to get it
from the hiding place.

Will take time.

- Okay.

But I want that cell phone
in my hands by lights out.

♪ ♪

[gate buzzes]

- Mr. Pancamo, a question.

Ralph Galino,
is he a friend of yours?

- We don't associate.

- So if he were ill

or hurt in an accident?

- I don't care if that
m*therf*cker lives or dies.

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

[bell rings]

- Excuse me.

- [whispering indistinctly]

- Where the f*ck you going?
And don't tell me Cyril's sick.

- No, but, I gotta--
- No, the only thing

you gotta do is
go back to f*cking work

or I'll have you and
your brother transferred up

to making ladies'
dresses, okay?

- No, but, I gotta--
- No, no, okay?

Get to f*cking work.

- You got yourself a deal.

- [gasping]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- m*therf*cker!

f*ck!

- You looking for Galino?

He went for
a walk with Hoyt.

- Looks to me like an O.D.

- Let's get him
to the morgue.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- You played this one well.

You covered all the bases,
kept your hands clean.

No one knows
about the cell phone,

so no one suspects you.

It's nice.

I think I underestimated you,
Nikolai,

and I don't
usually do that.

Listen, we could
drag this thing out,

go to w*r, but, you know,
eventually I'd win.

So I say let's
just work together,

like Russia and the U.S.,
what was that called again?

- Detente.

- Detente, exactly.

What do you say?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[both speaking Spanish]

- Miguel.

Miguel?

- [groaning]
What happened?

- You're in
the hospital ward.

Do you remember what happened?

[tense percussive music]

You were both stabbed
by William Giles.

♪ ♪

Bevilaqua's dead.

- You know, I promised myself
I'd never get stuck again,

and that little freak
Giles gets me.

What's with these?

- Standard procedure
for anyone from Solitary.

- [sighs]

[gate buzzes]

- Chico, chico, chico.

Man, you f*cking
disappoint me.

- Why, El Cid?

- I asked you
to k*ll Miguel Alvarez.

Is he dead?

- No.

- I don't like that word, no.

- Carlos Martinez is
in the bed next to Alvarez,

but he's having trouble
getting a w*apon, man.

- I don't give a f*ck if his
mother's in bed next to him,

get the f*cking job done or
I find me another lieutenant.

Get the f*ck
out of my face, now.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [humming, scatting]

♪ ♪

- You having fun?

- Hey.

How you doing there,
Alvarez?

I heard what happened.
[clicks tongue]

- How's Emerald City doing?

- Scary.

I'm in constant fear.

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- Dig.

- What?

- Dig.

- You're digging
another tunnel?

- Shh.

I'm almost done.

- You're a crazy f*ck.

- You say that tomorrow,

you'll be saying it
to my backside.

[humming, scatting]

♪ ♪

[tense percussive music]

[gate buzzes]

♪ ♪

- Prisoner number 98M232,
Carlos Martinez,

convicted
October 6, 1998,

two counts m*rder
in the first degree.

Sentence: life without
the possibility of parole.

- [yelling]

♪ ♪

- Whoa!
f*ck!

Help! Help!

- Put it down, Martinez!

There's no way out,
so put the shank down now!

- f*ck you, bitch!

- Down, m*therf*cker.

- sh*t, sh*t.

[buzzer]

- Count.

- 88K214.

95H522.

96G415.

98T304.

65R814.

98B242.

98B242!

- Where is he, Rebadow?

- I don't know.

- Don't bullshit me.

You guys are joined
at the brain.

Where's Busmalis?

- I really have no idea.

- Check the log.
Where was he last?

- On work detail
mopping the hospital.

- I'll go check.

[indistinct chatter, clapping]

[chanting, shouting]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Oh, great.
Just great!

Central, this is 214.

We got a 69, hospital unit.

- Roger, copy that. Over.

♪ ♪

[alarm blares]

♪ ♪

- Ultimately I guess it
don't matter

what they write
in your obituary

'cause you ain't gonna
be around to read it.

Newsprint fades,
paper turns to pulp.

The mark you leave behind
has to be deeper.

The mark you leave behind has
to be on another person's soul.

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

[bright tone]