04x16 - Famous Last Words

[bunniefuu]

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

- I've been
wondering something.

From the time we learn to speak
until the day we die,

how many words does
the average person say?

I mean, we talk
and talk and talk,

filling up the Ozone,

secretly hoping that
in all those syllables,

we've said something
worth remembering.

Deep down,
we know the truth.

Most of what
we say is trash.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where do you think
you're landing, chief?

Where do you think
you're landing?

- I need to
talk to Burr.

- He's busy.

- I'll wait.

- He's never not gonna be busy
when it comes to you...

Snitch.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Snitch bitch.

- You're not having much luck
getting the brothers

to turn
against Redding.

- You also said hill was gonna
k*ll the old bastard.

- Don't worry.
Redding's gonna die...

And soon.

- Shakedown!

[indistinct chatter]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

- No.

- That ain't mine.

- Bullshit, it's not.

- Hey, Murph, yo, that's not--
that ain't mine, man!

- Well, it's definitely
not mine.

Take him to McManus.
Take him away.

- Come on, man,
that's not even--

Sister,
you know me.

I've been clean
for over three years.

- He's not using, Tim.

I would stake
my reputation on that.

- If you're not using,
then you're selling.

- No!

Somebody planted
that sh*t in my pod!

- Why?
- I don't know.

- Do the tits
belong to White?

- No!

- Then who are you protecting?
- Nobody!

- All right, I'm gonna
put you back in Em City,

only with
no punishment.

This way all your
little friends

will think that
you ratted on them, again.

- MacManus, put me
in the hole.

- Officer.

- MacManus, put me in
the f*cking hole!

[indistinct chatter]

[tense percussive tones]

[bell rings]

♪ ♪

- You see what
I'm saying?

Redding's the one that put
them dr*gs in your cell.

- Maybe you
arranged that.

f*ck, I don't know
who to trust.

- It don't matter.

Redding don't
trust you...

Never will.

You've only got
one choice.

Grease him.

- I k*ll Redding,
then you take charge.

- And I won't forget
what you done.

- Well, I haven't
forgotten what you've done,

jabbering to
the cops on me.

- I told you I'm trying
to make that sh*t up to you.

- And I told you to
leave me the f*ck alone!

[laughter]

- You know I'm done trying
to please you, Augustus.

I'm gonna take care
of business myself.

♪ ♪

- No, don't!

Supreme, supreme.

I'll k*ll him.

Look, if he's gonna die,
I'd rather he die at my hands.

I'll make sure
it won't hurt.

- Whatever.
Just do the deed.

♪ ♪

- Hardin.
- You wanted to see me?

- You still
working bedpan?

- Uh-huh.

- I need some
medical records.

♪ ♪

Poet?

Yo, Poet?

- Don't be talking to me,
snitch.

As far as we're concerned,
you're a dead man, a ghost.

A ghost on wheels.

- Hey, listen, man.

I'm trying to
save Burr's life.

- What you talking about,
man?

- Supreme Allah...

I remember back
on the corner

he used to be crazy
allergic to something.

According to his records,
it's eggs.

- Yeah, when we be
prepping his meals,

we gotta fix his sh*t
real special.

- Not today.

♪ ♪

- Eat hardy.

- That bitch Burr's
still alive, Augustus.

What's up with that?

- I gotta get
close him, don't I?

I gotta get back
in his good graces.

That's gonna
take some time.

♪ ♪

- Well, you ain't
got time.

- Something wrong?

♪ ♪

- [gagging]

- Oh, sh*t.

- You did this,
didn't you?

♪ ♪

You f*cking--

oh!

[indistinct chatter]

- Poet told me
what you done.

I came to thank you and
welcome you back into the fold.

- I accept
your thanks.

But I don't want
to be back in.

I don't want
to sell dr*gs.

- Your choice.

I respect that.

- Respect?

I k*lled a man today.

I caused his death
to happen.

And even though Allah
was gonna hurt you,

even though the m*therf*cker
screwed me to this chair,

I don't feel good
about what I done.

- Well, then, Augustus...

I raised you right.

♪ ♪

- My daughter's
coming today.

Says she has something
important to tell me.

- Well, when you
finish your visit,

I need you to
perform a task.

- Like I said...

I'm here for you.

- Airhole Morales.

- What about Pancamo?

- His time will come,
but Morales goes first.

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- Patricia.

So, what'd you
want to tell me?

- Jeez, Dad, no "How are you?
How's your mom?"

- Is it bad news?

You're not leaving
the corps, are you?

- Stop looking so grim.

I'm getting married.

- Married?

To Max?

- Of course,
to Max.

- That's wonderful news,
sweetheart,

I'm so happy for you.

- Thanks.

Dad...
The thing is...

Since you won't be there
to walk me down the aisle,

I was gonna ask Miran.

I know how you
feel about him.

But he and mom have
been married 20 years.

I grew up
in his house.

- I got work detail.

- Dad, I need
your answer.

- Do whatever
the f*ck you want.

♪ ♪

- The g*dd*mn thing
stopped dead.

We were able to get
the warden out,

but he wants it fixed,
pronto.

You guys both
work mechanical,

so, we figured
you could take a look.

- When I was a kid,

I used to work for Otis
fixing elevators.

I know these suckers
backwards and forwards.

- Whoa there, Otis.

[soft whirring]

Were you in
the cafeteria

when that colored guy
bought the farm?

- Supreme Allah?

Yeah.

Talk about
bugging out.

Hand me a wrench.

- Life's pretty precarious
around here.

- Yeah.

Even more so
than in 'Nam?

- The land mines in Oz
are even less visible.

Friends turn on friends,
enemies buddy up.

I'm not used to that
kind of behavior.

I like to know
who my adversaries are.

- Ooh!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Be all you can be,
babe.

[mechanical whirring]

- [screaming]

[squish]

[tense percussive tones]

- When someone dies, we look at
the last thing he or she said

in hopes of finding
a summation of life,

a deep truth that those of us
above ground can cling to.

Like the novelist
Daniel Defoe,

"I do not know which
is more difficult,

to live well or to die well."

In Oz, we do neither.

- Jeremiah, the purpose
for my visit is...

And I wanted to do
this face-to-face.

The board of elders
met yesterday

and decided to ask you
for your resignation

as head of
the New Church of Christ.

- The elders voted unanimously
on the day of my conviction

that they would stand behind me,
to support me no matter what.

- I know, but the scandal
has severely damaged

our fund-raising efforts.

- I want to talk
to the elders.

- How, via satellite?

- They can come
here to Oz.

- Oh, Jeremiah,
be serious.

Those old men are
not coming here.

Letter of resignation.

Sign.

♪ ♪

- All I'm saying is
Cloutier thinks

he's better than
all of us.

- How do you mean?

- Warden's got us doing
physical labor, right?

Cloutier's got a cushy job
in the requisitions office.

We're loading cement;
he's pushing a pen.

He should be
slaving alongside us.

- Sowing more seeds
of discontent?

- Just telling
my friends what's what.

- Get up.

- Did I ever mention why
he threw me

out of the congregation?

Not because I threatened someone
in the name of the Lord,

but because
I disagreed with him.

He tries to silence anyone
whose opinions differ.

- Jim, escort this man out.

- He has the right to
finish his thought.

- All right...

Let him speak.

[bell ringing]

- Excuse me one second.

Hoyt...

You still looking to do the
Reverend Cloutier some harm?

- Why?

You want him dead?

- Not...

Dead, exactly.

♪ ♪

- You looking for this?

- Give me the towel.

And so, this proves what,
that you're stronger than me?

In brute strength, maybe,

but I got the power
of Jesus on my side.

- Well, good.

Then have the Lord Jesus
get you another towel.

♪ ♪

[inmates whistling]

♪ ♪

- when I was 10, my father
was a tent revival preacher.

He called me up
onstage.

I was 10 years old.

I touched the eyes of
a blind man and he was healed.

From that moment on,
I was special, famous.

Everywhere I went,
on TV...

Crowds of people
wanting to touch me.

- Wow.

That must be something.

- Fame became all that I knew,
penthouses, limousines.

When I took the money
from my congregation,

I didn't even think
that I was stealing.

It seemed like I was taking
what was rightfully mine.

Listen to me.

Pride.

Pride is the worst sin

for it is pride that
separates us from God.

- Deliverance
comes from Jesus.

- Yes...

And he has humbled me.

- In order to win
your congregation back,

you must show them that
you're not their superior,

but their equal.

- How do I do that?

- By joining them
in their work.

"The labor of the righteous
tendeth to life."

- The last three words
spoken by Jesus were,

"It is finished."

Now, being
the Son of God,

He probably knew
the end was coming

and had a chance
to consider what to say.

The rest of us
don't get that luxury.

When death comes,
it's a surprise,

and we gotta improvise.

- I have to tell you, Cloutier,
you really impressed me.

You really
heeded the call.

Your followers
are tickled to death

you're helping me
build this wall.

- Please, son,
I beg you.

Think about what it is
that you're doing.

- Oh, I've thought
about this completely.

When the hacks ask
where you are, I'll say,

"I don't know.

Maybe the good reverend
ascended into heaven."

[laughter]

- Help!

Help, help me!

- They can't help you.
Nobody's here, remember?

- Yeah, and I paid the hacks an
extra 200 bucks to take a hike.

- You're both gonna burn in hell
for all eternity.

- You should've just taken
the blow job when I offered it.

- Help!

Help me!

Help!

Help me!

Help!

♪ ♪

The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.

[indistinct chatter]

He leadeth me in
the path of righteousness

for His namesake, yea.

Though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil!

♪ ♪

- [groaning]
Oh, f*ck!

- Hughes?

- Hey, I don't
feel too good.

f*ck!

- What's the symptoms,
buddy?

♪ ♪

- Hey, you stupid fucks,
listen up!

I hereby declare this unit
the Republic of Huhru.

Huhru, Huhru, Huhru!

- What, are you
f*cking crazy?

- Until such time
as we can organize

free and fair elections,

I have assumed command!

You shall henceforth,
and to wit,

refer to me
as "your excellency."

Alvarez: You're a f*cking
nut job!

- For that insubordination,
Alvarez,

you shall remain
inside your cell.

In fact, until all of you
have proven your loyalties

to our new republic...

And to the principles
stated in my manifesto,

you shall stay
right where you are.

- Hey, open the
f*cking door!

- Get a f*cking C.O.
In here!

- You f*ckin' psycho!

- Central, this is
Gamba Kufu,

acting president of
the Republic of Huhru.

I want to speak to
warden Leo Glynn.

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

Yes.
Oh, I'll tell him.

- You better stop
this nonsense

and give yourself up
right now.

- And you better stop
your yapping, Smith,

or you're gonna find my d*ck
burrowing towards your prostate.

- Clayton,
this is Leo.

- You shall refer to me as
"Gamba Kufu"

or "your excellency."

- Clayton...
- Gamba!

- How's Officer Smith?

- Well, that depends
on you.

- Listen to me,
clayton...

- Gamba.

- Clayton!

- Until you begin
addressing me

with the respect
befitting my high office,

I am terminating
this conversation.

- Do you have the key?

- On its way.

- I want you to
unlock the door.

I'm gonna
go in first.

- I wouldn't
recommend that, sir.

- This isn't heroics,
commander.

It's good
old-fashioned guilt.

- Hey, your excellency.

You seem to have
everything under control,

only I want to make sure you
don't get the rest of us k*lled

and I want to know
what your plan is.

- My plan?

- Yeah, 'cause I remember
during the riot

that happened
a few years ago,

Said, Adebisi,
and the rest of them,

they created a strategy.

- Penders,
your experience

makes you invaluable
to the revolution.

I hereby name you
my acting vice president.

- Oh, I'm honored.

- Ready to take
the oath of office?

- I don't think
we have time for that,

'cause any moment the sort boys
are gonna burst in here,

and they're gonna
mow us down.

- Like Napoleon
back from Elba,

I shall speak to the men and
convince them to join our side.

- Okay, but if that
doesn't work,

you might want to consider
using your hostage as a shield.

- Excellent idea.

- Yeah.

f*ck, here they come!

- Hello, Leo.

Welcome to Huhru.

- I've never lied to you,
have I?

Then I want you to listen
carefully to what I say.

The thoughts in your mind
aren't real.

You spent too much
time alone.

You created a world
in your head.

There is no Huhru.

Your name is
Clayton Hughes.

- I am Gamba Kufu.

- Your name...

Is Clayton Hughes,

and you're lost.

I want to help you.

- I remember
the day my...

Dad d*ed,
I felt this way.

I remember you and me
in the hospital,

you hugging me.

I miss those hugs, Leo.

Will you
hug me now?

I'll give up if you
hug me right now.

- All right.

It's all right,
Clayton.

It's gonna
be all right.

- Hey!

♪ ♪

- Commander!

♪ ♪

- Oh, f*ck!

- I saved your
f*cking life, Glynn!

You owe me!

You owe me!

- Clayton.

Clayton, my God.

- My plan worked...

Perfectly.

Hug me, Leo.

- Okay, it's okay.

- Hug me, Leo.

Hug me.

Hug me.

- Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

- Not everybody
leaves this mortal coil

miserable and confused.

Ethel Waters said,

"I'm not afraid
to die, honey.

"In fact, I'm kind of
looking forward to it.

"I know that the Lord
has His arms

wrapped around
this big, fat sparrow."

[knocking]

- I'm heading out
for the night,

unless you need me
to do something.

- Today, I had to call
my best friend's widow...

And inform her that
her only child was dead,

that he d*ed in my arms
the same as his father.

I don't ever want
to have to make

another call like that again.

There is one last thing
you can do.

Take a letter.

"To Martin Douglas,

"Commissioner
Bureau of Prisons.

"Dear Martin,
I resign as warden

"of Oswald State
Correctional Facility,

effective as soon as
a replacement can be found."

Why'd you
stop writing?

- Because you don't
mean it.

- Oh, I do, Floria.

It's time for me
to move on...

Move up, move out.

- No, but you do
a lot of good here.

- I do sh*t!

That letter goes out

first thing tomorrow.

- Well, why don't
we have dinner?

- No, that's okay.

- Well, I'm not gonna
leave you like this.

- I'm headed over
to see Clayton's mom.

My wife's
already there.

We'll sit together

and cry.

Remember the good times

and try to make sense
out of...

what is senseless.

Good night.

♪ ♪

[ball bouncing]

- Any news on how
Dave Brass is doing?

- Yeah, he's out of
the hospital,

but his leg's all f*cked up.

He's never gonna
play basketball again.

- Heard the last game
was called off.

Glynn told me
that was your decision.

- So, what's
the difference?

- I want to take
Dave Brass' place.

- What?

- I want you and I to play
the last game together.

- f*ck you!

- Because I turned
you down before?

- That's right!

- Okay, well,
f*ck me for that!

But listen, Tim, you made
a believer out of me, man.

- Huh?

- I was watching.

You played balls out with a lot
of f*cking heart

in both those games.

But Brass, he was
a phenomenal player.

I don't think anybody
really noticed

how good you
were playing.

And isn't that the whole
point of all this?

I mean, to show
the dinks in here

that if a guy puts
his mind to something...

- We can't win.
- I know.

But if we could
hold our own,

two average white guys
with bad bodies,

hanging with Vahue.

I mean, that would
mean something, man.

[rock music]

- ♪ Get on top ♪

♪ Hit me ♪

♪ Come get me ♪

♪ I bite
but, she bit me ♪

♪ Go-rilla, c**t-illa ♪

♪ Sammy D
and salmonella ♪

♪ Come with me
'cause I'm an ass k*ller ♪

♪ You're ill
but, I'm ill-er ♪

♪ I'll malinger
on your block, and ♪

♪ Give the finger
to a cop, and ♪

♪ Pick a lock
before I knock, and ♪

- No!

♪ ♪

- ♪ Get on top ♪

♪ Complications
of a mastermind ♪

- Foul!

- ♪ Get on top ♪

♪ Extra planetary sign,
when do we align ♪

♪ All in time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Get up ♪

♪ Come sit up ♪

♪ I light
but, she lit up ♪

♪ Grasshopper,
show stopper ♪

♪ The life of
a wife swapper ♪

♪ Come with me
'cause I'm a big bopper ♪

♪ You do
but, I wopper ♪

♪ Exterminate my cause ♪

♪ You want to
draw some straws ♪

♪ Be the one
to see my flaws ♪

♪ Make me bleed
with painted claws ♪

♪ Get on top ♪

- I don't know why
I think I can help you,

but I'm not giving up
on you, Omar.

You understand?
I'm not giving up.

- Thank you.

- Hey, yo, Omar.

What's up, man?

- Oh, man, you know I don't f*ck
around with that sh*t no more.

Call me Mr. Clean
around here, man.

[gate buzzes]

- Morning.

- Hey, my man,
mac daddy McManus.

How you doing, man?
How was your weekend?

- It was good.

I got a lot
of work done.

- Work?
What, no play?

You ain't have no, like,
romantic interludes?

- Well, sure.

Saturday night I took out
this Portuguese dancer.

- What, a stripper?

- No, no,
ballet, ballet.

- Ballet?

Oh, man, them ballet b*tches,
they too skinny and sh*t, man.

They be looking like
teenage boys and sh*t.

You gotta
get you a stripper.

- I'll see you,
okay, Omar?

- Can I go up
with you?

- Well, you know, no,

just let me get
settled for a while, okay?

- Okay, okay.

- Is there a problem?

Is there something
that can't wait?

- It's just, you know,
I'm feeling a little shaky,

you know
what I mean.

- Yeah, okay,
come on up.

Come on, come on.

- Yeah, like I was saying,
you gotta get you a stripper.

I used to have this stripper,
a bitch named Angelina.

Boy, whoo-hoo!

And that bitch
could suck a d*ck, too.

- Oh, well...

Omar's been off
the dr*gs for weeks now.

He goes to rehab regular,
he goes to class,

he does his
work assignments.

He's become
the model prisoner.

- And he's
driving you crazy.

- Yes!

Whenever I'm in Em City,
he follows me around,

everywhere,
like a two-year-old.

And he goes on and on
about nothing.

- So, tell the jerk
to b*at it.

- And risk him
sliding back?

No way.

- Well, then,
as the French say,

you are up sh*t's creek
sans paddle.

- For the second
straight week,

we have a new contestant
and a new celebrity.

In fact, a man who's been
let out of jail

especially
for the show.

- What?

- m*therf*cking McManus
starring up on TV.

- And I want to introduce
our young star today.

He's the other Tony Soprano,
Robert Iler.

Robert, thank you...

- We gotta
get cable, man.

We are missing out
on all the good sh*t.

- Hey, yo, I hear the women
on "Sex and the City"

are hot, son.

Hot!

- I'd f*ck that
Sarah-whatever-her-name-is.

- Would you guys just
shut the f*ck up, please?

sh*t!

- We start off with $10,
and the category today,

Tim, is vocabulary.

And the question is:

what is a tittle?

- I think I know this.

I'm gonna humor you,
I'm gonna ask for a hint.

Did you cover this in
sixth grade English, Robert?

- Well, first off,
I'm in high school.

And yeah,
they did cover this...

In the third grade.

- Would you like to give
him a hint, Robert?

- It comes with crosses
on T's.

- I saw a show where
they were discussing tittles,

and it wasn't
punctuation.

- Yeah, it's not
punctuation.

It's a diacritical mark.

- Kid's right.

- You're a good guy,
Robert,

but I've been around
a little longer.

A tittle is
a breast implant.

- Leave it to McManus
to go for breasts.

- No, in fact, it is
the dot above an "I."

[buzzer sounds]

[indistinct chatter]

- Dumb ass.

- I always knew
McManus was an idiot.

Now everybody
else does, too.

- Yo, man, don't be f*cking
dogging McManus out, all right?

- Oh, I'm sorry, White.

I forgot you've been sucking
his cock these days.

- I'm not sucking
his cock, f*gg*t.

- Then...

You must be
taking it up the ass.

♪ ♪

- You mother...

♪ ♪

- sh*t!
Oh, sh*t!

- m*therf*cker!

- Central, this is 11,
we got a 66.

- Let's go, move it,
get the f*ck outta here!

♪ ♪

- Pedro Calderon d*ed.

- The f*ckin' spic
came at me.

- Yeah, after you
charged Guerra!

- Who was
making fun of you!

- Well, the warden
wants you in solitary.

- You said you'd never
give up on me.

You said you'd never
let 'em take me back.

- I tried.

I argued as best
I could, I lost.

- I won't f*cking survive
in solitary, you understand?

Look, it's too much dead air,
too much dead time!

I can't do it!

- There's nothing
I can do.

- You f*ck.

You f*ck.

You f*cking liar!

You f*cking
lied to me!

- Settle down there,
White.

- You f*cking
settle down!

♪ ♪

You m*therf*cking liar!

You f*cking
lied to me!

You f*cking, m*therf*cking,
cocksucking liar!

You lied to me!

Everybody's always
f*cking lying to me!

I was going
so good now.

You said you wouldn't
never give up on me.

I don't want
to go back!

Let me go!

Oh!

Good night!

- Okay, you're
all done, Tim.

You should go home.

- I'll drive you.

- Oh, you know,
White was right.

I didn't fight you
hard enough.

I wanted to
lose the argument.

I wanted him
in solitary.

- I could tell.

- How?

- You didn't stomp
out of my office

when I wouldn't let you
have your way.

- I do want him
in Em City.

- He already stabbed you,

and now he literally
kicked the sh*t out of you.

- I don't care,
let him keep kicking.

I lost that basketball game
because I gave up hope.

I won't abandon
Omar White, I won't.

- You stay home
a few days,

and we'll talk after
you've had a chance to think.

- Okay, but I'm not gonna
change my mind, Leo,

because if I give up on
even one of these guys,

might as well just
open up a diner somewhere,

flip burgers till I die.

- You know what?

I may join you.

- In 1955, James Dean
said to a friend,

"My fun days are over."

An hour later, his car
crashed and he was dead.

A self-fulfilling prophecy...

Or just bad luck?

♪ ♪

- Hey, how'd that go?

- I gave the blood.

They're taking a sample
out of the baby.

If the two match,
she's my granddaughter.

- While you were gone,

I heard something
about Beecher.

- What about Beecher?

- Did you know
he's up for parole?

- No.

- His hearing is scheduled
for sometime this week.

- Jesus.

- Rumor is cocksucker's got
a good chance of getting out.

- Give me that stick.

What are we, solids?

- Vern, Beecher
f*cked up your parole.

- Yeah, don't you think
I f*cking remember that?

- If you'd been paroled,
maybe your sons would be alive

and your granddaughter--

- Shut the f*ck up!

- [chuckling]

- Why didn't you
tell me?

- Vern...

- Why didn't you f*cking mention
that you're up for parole?

- This is not the way
to start an interaction.

- Stay out of
this, lady!

We're supposed to be
totally honest here!

- Officer!

- On equal,
g*dd*mn footing!

- Session's over.

- All this time, you knew
you might be getting out.

- All right, Schillinjer.

- Schillinger!

God damn it,
Schillinger!

I've been here
nine f*cking years,

you'd think you'd learn
how to say my g*dd*mn name!

♪ ♪

- Oh, great.

He's gonna do something
to mess up my parole.

- No, no, no,
I will talk to him.

- It won't
do any good.

- Tobias,
I'll talk to him.

- I'm f*cked.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, buddy.

- Hey, mind if
we chow down with you?

- You gonna
eat that orange?

- How about
this milk, huh?

- I'm sorry I didn't
tell you about the parole.

The truth is I don't really
believe it's going to happen.

- Oh, it'll happen.

Those cocksuckers
on the board

see a rich boy like you
sobbing his story,

their little hearts
will melt.

You're not
going free, bitch.

You're not walking out of here
and leaving me behind.

Clean up this
f*cking mess.

- I spoke to
Schillinger.

He said all
the right things.

He apologized
for his outburst.

He explained how important
the interaction sessions

have been for him.

- Yeah, well, he's lying.
- I know.

- Can you put me in
protective custody?

- Well, normally, I would,
but the unit's full.

- Well, then put
Schillinger in solitary.

- Well, he hasn't
done anything yet.

And besides,
the unit's full.

- Well, f*ck,
lock down the prison!

- Just for you, Beecher?

Let's get serious, no.

You'll stay in your pod.

You'll get your meals there.

I'll place an officer
outside your door.

You'll be fine.

- Why am I not overwhelmed
with relief?

♪ ♪

[laughter]

- Arif!

Those bikers are
plotting something.

- They want to
provoke Beecher

into committing
an act of v*olence,

end his chance
of parole.

- Yeah.

And I'm gonna
see that he doesn't.

- And you're doing this
all for Beecher?

- Oh, yeah...

And for Salah Yudee,
and all those other lives

the Aryans have
already destroyed.

[bell ringing]

- Hoyt said he can't get
anywhere near Beecher.

- Oh, f*ck!

When's the hearing?

- Tomorrow, 11:00.

- sh*t.

- Well, well, well,
well, well,

if it isn't my old friend,
James Robson.

- Said, I promised
the warden

there wouldn't be
any trouble between us.

♪ ♪

Officer...

You better
stay nearby.

There might
be a hoedown.

[laughter]

♪ ♪

- Can I see Beecher?

How you holding up?

- Just gotta make it
through one more night.

- I've just been very
clear with Schillinger.

Any harm comes to you,

and he will feel
the full wrath of Allah.

- I appreciate that,
Kareem.

- As-salaam alaikum,
my brother.

- Peace be unto you too.
- Yeah.

- Though from
what I can see,

you're not in a very
peaceful place, huh?

- I struggle...

Same as you.

- You know...

When I was
all screwy about

my hand in
Andrew Schillinger's death,

you told me...

To embrace my guilt or it would
eat away at me forever.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's funny that you haven't
taken your own advice

regarding Adebisi.

- How many times I gotta
tell you, Tobias?

I feel no guilt
for k*lling Adebisi.

- What haunts you is
not Adebisi's death,

but his life.

His life force.

- Haunts me?

What are you
talking about?

- I saw your face the moment
after you k*lled him,

and a bit of Adebisi
had bled into you...

His anger,
his v*olence...

- No, you're wrong!

- Your entire life
you've kept tight control

over your feelings.

You denied the Adebisi in you,
but you can't do it any longer.

You gotta make him
part of you, Kareem.

Make him
a part of you.

♪ ♪

They're not gonna
take my sweaty palms

as a sign of criminal intent,
are they?

- Come on,
will you relax?

I've been doing these kinds
of cases for six years now.

I have never been more sure
of an outcome in my life.

- Yeah, well, you've never
had Tobias Beecher

as a client before.

- [chuckles]

I got you a present.

I didn't have
a chance to wrap it.

- An appointment book.

- Yeah.
[man clears throat]

- Mr. Beecher,
we're ready for you.

- Okay.

Well, wish me luck.

- I'll do more
than that.

I'll do something
completely unprofessional.

- Mr. Beecher!

- Yeah, I'm coming.

- Go.

And then they asked me about
defecating on Schillinger's face

and biting off
the tip of Robson's penis.

I'm not sure my answers
really satisfied them.

- They voted yes.

[laughing]

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my--
oh, my God.

- Tobias?

- I'm going home.

Un-f*cking-believable!

- Oh!

[inmates applauding]

- f*ck me,
f*cking cocksucker!

- All right, man,
good for you.

- Shut the f*ck up.

♪ ♪

- Beecher's going free.

- No.

No, I want him dead.

You understand?

Beecher does not
leave Oz alive.

♪ ♪

- Mail!

Let's go,
line it up!

♪ ♪

- Here's a letter
for Beecher.

- I'll give it to him.

- Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey!

You m*therf*cker!

- You m*therf*cker!

[screaming]

♪ ♪

- Louisa, please make sure
you hold his hands down.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[buzzer sounds]

- I'm gonna miss you.

- Don't.

Try not to even
think of this place.

- Well, that'll be hard.

I still have a swastika
tattooed to my butt.

- Be strong.

Love your daughter.

Love yourself.

[insects chirping]

[bell ringing]

- So, do you think you can do
what Sister Peter Marie said,

not think of Oz?

- Yeah.

Prisoner 97B412 is dead.

I'm leaving
all his sh*t behind.

[gentle music]

[engine turns over]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

And then they asked me about
defecating on Schillinger's face

and biting off
the tip of Robson's penis.

I'm not sure my answers
really satisfied them.

[door clicks open]

Well?

- I'm sorry, Tobias,
they voted no.

They were impressed
by the progress

you made over
the past few months,

but didn't
feel it valid,

saw the bad behavior
from before.

- f*ck.
f*cking Christ.

- I am so sorry that I painted
such a rosy outcome.

I'm completely
and utterly in shock.

- I'm sure you did
the very best you could.

- They did say that they'd be
open

to another hearing
in a year.

- A year?

Another year?

f*cking Oz.

- Tobias.

- Take me to my cell.

- Tobias, stay here
and talk for a minute.

- Later, I want
to be alone.

♪ ♪

[buzzer]

♪ ♪

- Beecher.

I'm so glad that you and I
get to interact some more.

- [sighs] Get the f*ck
away from me.

- Now, now,
don't be bitter.

- Let's kiss
and make up, huh?

[thud]

- [whispering]
I warned you.

♪ ♪

- f*ck!

- Adebisi lives!

Adebisi lives!

- Okay, Vern, I need you
to move your foot.

Can you move
your feet?

Start an IV
right now.

I need some more
4 by 4's.

Right now, okay, you need to
move your hand.

Move your hand!
- f*ck!

♪ ♪

Hill: I want to go back to
my old home before I die.

I asked the great white father
to allow me to go back,

but he said no.

Geronimo.

[static]

[bright tone]

[cheering]

- Didn't I tell
y'all m*therf*ckers?

Cable is the best!

- O'Reily?

O'Reily!

- What?

- Package.

♪ ♪

- That's the wristwatch?

- Yeah.

- Last piece we need
for the b*mb.

- We're gonna detonate it
during rec hour?

- The best time.

The gymnasium won't take the
blast being so far from Em City.

- Are you sure
about this?

- The U.S. government
made me a prisoner of w*r.

I'm being sent back to England
for purely political reasons,

and that's wrong.

So we have to act.

Will our single deed
create change?

Maybe...

Probably not.

- So, then you're saying it's
not the battle, but the w*r?

- I'm saying whether we ever win
the w*r is for God to decide.

For man,
there's only fighting.

- Fight for
fighting's sake.

That's f*cked up, man.

- No...

Fighting because injustice
must always be met head on.

Live like that.

We may not win,
but we ensure

we never, ever lose.

[gate buzzes]

- Ryan!
- Hi, kid.

Feel all right?

Hey.

I can't thank you enough for
getting Cyril sent back to me.

- I didn't transfer
him for you, Ryan.

I did it 'cause
it's the right thing to do.

- No, I know that,
you know.

Because you always
do the right thing,

the moral thing.

That's why I love you.

Kiss me.

- Officer!

Take O'Reily
back to Em City.

- I didn't mean
to upset you, you know.

All I meant to say was I got
every reason to live now,

every reason.

♪ ♪

[whistling]
Hey, we gotta talk.

Look, we gotta
call this operation off.

- For f*ck's sake,
keep your voice down.

We'll discuss
this later.

- No, later's
gonna be too late.

We're gonna end up
k*lling a lot of people

that shouldn't
have to die.

- We've been
through this.

Em City will
be nearly empty.

I'll get word
to the C.O.s.

They'll have five minutes
for further evacuation.

- No, what if the hacks
don't act fast enough?

- I can't control that.

- What if the blast
spreads to other areas,

other cell blocks,
maybe even the hospital,

the visiting rooms?

- There's nothing
else can be done.

- No, look.

I've k*lled anybody
for just about anything.

So, I'm not gonna try to get
all high and mighty on you.

I know that this mission
makes sense to you.

But for me, I see
what we're about to do,

and for the first time in
my miserable, f*cking life,

I feel like
I finally understand.

- Understand?
Understand what?

- Our actions,
they make us who we are.

And up to now

my actions don't amount
to a pile of sh*t.

Hey, Jesus Christ,
Padraig,

I've got a brother

and even a woman inside
these walls who believe in me.

They believed in me when I gave
them nothing to believe in.

- One hour from now,

we're gonna
complete our mission.

- f*ck you!

- What are you doing?

- Look, I've always been
the guy who walked tall,

held his head high.

But that's always
just been a move for show.

For once, I'm gonna earn
the right to walk that way.

♪ ♪

Hey, excuse me.

I need to go
back to Em City.

I got an emergency.

- O'Reily, what the f*ck
is wrong with you?

You left the f*cking
gas on again.

- Well, turn it off!

- No, you turn it off,
where you going?

Hey, I ain't gonna do
your f*cking job for you.

♪ ♪

- Uh-huh, no, I'm taking this
f*cking b*mb to the hacks.

- Relax, Ryan.

It took me
a minute,

but what you said
in the cafeteria

is starting to penetrate
this thick skull of mine.

- Yeah?

Jesus, look,
that's good, Padraig,

because, you know, we could
still fight the good fight.

We just gotta figure out a
different way

to do it, all right?

- Be careful.

Did you shut off
the time delay?

- I haven't
done anything.

- Give me it.

[beeping]

- Whoa, hey!
What are you doing?

- What must be done.

You've two minutes.

- No, Padraig!

f*ck!

Cyril, b*at it!

McManus!

McManus, Murphy,
he's got a b*mb!

- Huh?

- Down there,
Connelly's got a b*mb!

♪ ♪

- He's got a b*mb!

f*cking Connelly's
got a b*mb!

- You've got exactly
one minute, 30 seconds

to evacuate Em City!

[alarm sounding]

♪ ♪

- Padraig,
put the b*mb down.

Put it down,
let's talk.

- One minute, 15.

- f*ck!

You, you,
check the computer room.

You three, make sure
every f*cking pod is empty!

- Open the gate.

- Hey, Padraig,
Padraig...

Cut those wires.

- There's no turning back,
less than a minute.

You should go.

- No, just put it down
and we'll both go.

- A foreign army still
occupies Irish streets.

- That's all the more reason for
you to stay alive, remember?

To fight, remember?

- I've no illusions about
what I face back in England.

I'll not die
on their soil.

I end here.

- O'Reily, come on,
let's go!

- 20 seconds!
- Ryan!

- g*dd*mn you, Padraig!

♪ ♪

- Ten seconds!

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary,
mother of god,

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

[beeping]

[rapid beeping]

♪ ♪

Oh, Christ Almighty.

- How soon till
detonation?

- It should have
gone off by now.

- f*cking piece of shite!

- It's a dud.

It's a f*cking dud.

- Go get him.

♪ ♪

- Maybe what we say
when we go

is less important than
what's said about us.

When you die,

what's the nicest thing
someone will utter about you?

What's the worst?

Somewhere in between
is who you are.

Or maybe mere words aren't
enough to define a life.

Maybe only
one's actions can.

- [coughs]

[blows nose]

[boom]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

[bright tone]