05x06 - Variety

[bunniefuu]

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

[theatrical piano music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ It's years like these ♪

♪ That make a young man old ♪

♪ Bend his back
against the promises ♪

♪ That life should hold ♪

♪ They can make him wise ♪

♪ They can drive him ♪

♪ To his knees ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' comes for free ♪

♪ In days like these ♪

♪ But you can't reap
what you don't sow ♪

♪ And you can't plant
in hallowed ground ♪

♪ So let us fill
this empty earth ♪

♪ With hope ♪

♪ Till the rains come down ♪

♪ In days like ♪

♪ These ♪

- Your face.

- This ain't sh*t.

You should've seen me
a few days ago.

You'd have been proud.

- I ain't proud, Omar,
I'm sorry.

- Me too.

I f*cked up, and I know that.

Look, if I tell you
why I was selling tits,

I mean, you can't go
running to McManus, okay?

- You have my word.

- Redding forced me.

I mean, I tried to tell
the m*therf*cker no,

but he just wasn't hearin' no.

- And I was too much of an ass

for you to come
and ask for help, right?

- I needed
those things you said,

just to straighten me out.

sh*t, I mean, I even needed some
of that Ike Turner treatment.

Look, I'm sorry, you're sorry.

Next chapter, okay?

- You know the ridiculous irony
of this whole thing, Omar?

I was the one
with the addiction.

- Huh?
- My power trip.

I was high, 24/7,

being the master
of your recovery.

Power, it's as evil a drug
as anything else.

You know,
I would like you to call me...

Kareem.

- Kareem it is.

[tense percussive tones]

Thank you.

♪ ♪

- I must say,
I think you're gonna be

nicely surprised
by the variety show,

and Omar White
is the grand finale.

- Wow, is he that good?

- I didn't say that.

I'm--
I'm just--

I'm proudest of him
because he has really put

his heart and soul into this,

and as long as
he goes through with it,

he will have succeeded.

How well he sings
doesn't matter.

- So, is there anything I can do
to help at this point?

- As a matter of fact...
we need an emcee.

- Forget about it.
- Oh.

- I'm not that good
at ducking rotten fruit.

You think I'm kidding?

The mob at the Colosseum
in ancient Rome was kinder.

No, why don't you try Mukada?

At least
he's got God on his side.

- You are such a chicken.

- ♪ Laughing in the sun ♪

♪ Always having fun ♪

[voice cracking]
♪ Doing all those things ♪

What the f*ck
is that puberty sh*t?

- Don't worry.
You're working out the kinks.

Okay, here we go.

- Hold up, hold up.
I just need a minute, all right?

sh*t.

There even ain't nobody
out there and sh*t,

and my f*ckin' heart
is pounding.

- Omar, you are doing fine.

The butterflies are natural.

- Fine means I'm f*cked!

sh*t.

I mean, these m*therf*ckers
are gonna eat me for lunch, man.

sh*t, m*therf*ckers!

I mean,
I could just see them out there,

just out there trying
to f*ckin' jam me up and sh*t!

- [sighs]
Repeat after me.

f*ck.

- Huh?
- f*ck.

- f*ck.

- Them.

Say it.

- Them.

- Say it!

- f*ck them.

- Very good.
Thank you very much.

Okay, here we go.

- Poet,
can I talk to you a second?

I need a little bit
of advice, man.

Now, I be seeing you
getting up there, you know,

in front of everybody,
reciting your poetry.

- Yeah.

- Well, I got
this talent show gig--

- Oh, man.
- And I'm buggin'.

- Here, sit down.
Poet got the answer.

Sit, sit, sit, sit.

I got the answer.

- How you be getting up
on stage like that, you know?

Calm and cocky and sh*t,

like you own the joint and sh*t?

- Easy. Big old titty-f*ck
in the green room

always do the trick.

- I can't go there, man.

- Why not?
Why not?

'Cause McManus and Said
say you can't?

Let me tell you something, cuz.

I already been down that road
with them two.

Said feedin' me that bullshit
that I'm gonna be a symbol.

A phoenix rising
on the wings of poetry

from the ashes of a cr*ck hou--
man, f*ck that!

I'm just surviving the w*r, yo.

And me getting up on stage,
kicking them rhymes,

that's me f*ring back.

I mean,
juicing up when I need to,

that's me treating the wounds.

Well, just in case
you need the medicine,

we'll call that an IOU.

- Just in case, all right?

- And remember one thing.

Everyone's eyes'll be on you.

♪ ♪

[gate buzzing]

[inmates chattering]

♪ ♪

[chattering grows louder]

- Okay, thanks,
you're beautiful.

- You suck!

- Jesus, that's a tough crowd.

- I would tell you to imagine
that they're all naked,

but I guess you've already
seen a lot of them naked.

- And finally, Omar White!

[booing and taunting]

[piano music playing]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I want to be free ♪

[mic screeching]

- f*ck you too!

- ♪ Like the bluebirds
flying by me ♪

♪ Like the waves
out on the blue sea ♪

♪ If your love has to tie me ♪

♪ Don't try me ♪

♪ Say good-bye ♪

♪ I want to be free ♪

♪ Like the warm
September wind, babe ♪

♪ So you'll always be
my friend, babe ♪

♪ We can make it
to the end, babe ♪

♪ Again, babe ♪

♪ I gotta say ♪

♪ I want to be free ♪

♪ I want to be ♪

♪ Free ♪

- Omar, you suck!

- ♪ I want to be free ♪

[cheering and taunting]

[indistinct shouting]

- You're gloating.

- No, I'm not.
- You are.

You're waiting for me
to take back what I said,

that you always bet
on the impossible and lose.

- Well, let me get you started.

"I was wrong."

- Timmy, you are so cute.

Very few men
would find vindication

in the prison version
of "Star Search".

- Okay, okay, I'm gloating.

But, you know, indulge me.

Omar White was a lost cause,
but I didn't give up on him.

I stayed by his side,
and you know what?

It's worth all the sh*t
that hasn't worked,

to see one of them,
just one, pull through.

- Still ironing your own shirts,
aren't you?

- You know,
I know what you're thinking.

Tim loves his lost causes.

- I love when you read my mind.

Try again.

[gate buzzes]

- Oh, what's up, dude?

Do Poet got the cure,
or do Poet got the cure?

- Homey took a rain check.

I ain't need that sh*t, cuz.

I mean, I was close, man,
but then I said,

"Don't numb yourself.
Feel it."

- Are you f*cking with me?
You're f*cking with me, right?

- No, it's the tits
that's f*cking with you.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh!

- "Once again,
with all due respect, Imam,

"we are concerned
with who you choose

to spend your time with."

Am I close?

I thought so.

- With all
Omar White's put you through

in this so-called sponsorship,

now you two are buddy-buddy?

- Yes, 'cause the alternative
is repugnant to me.

- Meaning?

- There's been a largely unknown

but disgusting stain
upon our faith,

and it's an issue that I--
I've ignored

in my teachings to you.

Despite the Koran's
forbiddance of sl*very,

there's an evil tradition
which continues to this day.

Our Islamic brothers
of the north,

they capture
our African brothers

of the south,
all in the name of Allah,

to Islamicize people
who look like you and me.

But we Muslims in America,
we turn a blind eye to that

because it doesn't fit
the neat little package

of white Christians
enslaving blacks.

[gate buzzes distantly]

I finally learned
that in a sense,

I was capturing people
to our faith

to serve my own needs.

- You consider
your attempts at conversion

a form of enslavement?

- Yes,

to the degree
that it has helped me

maintain my self-image,

and sometimes that degree
has been a significant degree.

Then there's Adebisi.

He's a black African man
who mocked and defied everything

I wanted a black man to be.

The spirit of Adebisi
did not bleed into me.

That's voodoo.

It didn't make me
a violent man.

I am a violent man,
like anyone else.

Failing to win him over,
I got rid of him.

If we,
as blacks and as Muslims,

are truly gonna fight
for freedom...

Omar White should be allowed
to be who he is...

And I should be allowed
to be who I am.

So I thank Allah

for the so-called sponsorship

that he has put me through.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[man grunts]

- Prisoner #97R492.

James Robson.

Convicted November 7th, 1997.

m*rder in the first degree.

as*ault.

Sentence: life.

Up for parole in 25 years.

- Not much of a meal there.

- Yeah, nothing cold or crunchy.

- Why, are you on a diet?

- 'Cause it hurts, dipshit.
Do I look fat to you?

God damn it.

Suddenly, ice cream, croutons--

it's like
getting your gums raked.

What the f*ck is that?

- They're probably recessive.

My old man had bad gums.

- When's the last time
you got a cleaning?

- I don't know,
five or six years.

I hate the f*cking dentist.

- Don't f*ck around
with your mouth.

My old man didn't deal,

his mouth ended up
a train wreck.

- If I was you,
I'd see Dr. Faraj.

You don't want to be slurpin'
turkey milk shakes

in middle age.

- Faraj?

I don't want some sand n*gg*r's
paws probin' my mouth.

- They wear gloves now,
you know,

since AIDS came along.

- Oh.

- Jesus, how long
has it really been?

- Well,
aside from some cavities,

you can see
that 10 and 11 show

significant recession
in the gums--

- Meaning what?

- Meaning
that surgery is recommended,

and I would say sooner
rather than later.

- What kind of f*ckin' surgery?

- Well, you have two choices.

The conventional method

is to take palatal tissue

from the roof of your mouth

and graft it to your gums.

- Oh, sh*t.
That sounds f*ckin' painful.

- It is painful.

The alternative is
an acellular dermal graft,

where we use the gum tissue
from a cadaver.

- You're kidding.

Some dead person's
f*cking gums in my mouth?

- Well, you can think of it
as an organ donation.

- Sounds f*cking creepy.

- Well, the use
of your own f*cking tissue

would require a longer
and more painful period

of f*cking recovery.

In the end,
your f*cking gums would be

healthy either f*cking way.

- Are you mocking me, Faraj?

- f*ck, no.

- I don't like your third world
bullshit attitude.

And whatever I decide, Gunga,

I got a thing about needles.

Any anesthesia or whatever,
I want gas first.

- My pleasure, sahib.

- Oh, and one more thing.

Being that I'm Aryan
and you're camel sh*t,

I'd appreciate it
if you wore two pairs

of those plastic gloves.

You know,
the less contact, the better.

[tense percussive tones]

[Faraj curses indistinctly]

So, what do you think?

- Well, it ain't a pretty set
of options, that's for sure.

- No sh*t.

Now you see why
I hate the dentist?

- It's not their fault, Robson.

You wait years
between cleanings,

you never floss,
and you brush your teeth

the way
you scratch your scrotum.

- I'm considering
the acellular thing.

- All right, which one's that?

- It's like organ donation.

If I needed a liver,
the donor would be dead, right?

- True,
but you don't need a liver.

We don't see the liver.

- Well, he said it's like
a small piece of tissue.

- Yeah.
- It's, like, right here.

- All right, can we just talk
about something else, please?

- f*ck it.

I'm going graveyard gums.

[laughing]

Holy sh*t.

Oh, hey, what's up, doc?

Oh.
Hey, how's this stuff legal?

You know what kind
of k*lling you'd make

selling it
to all the drug fiends in Oz?

They may have tits,
but you've got p*ssy.

- What is it
with you Nazis and gas?

- [laughing]

Oh, f*ck you!

Hey, I thought I said
to wear two pairs of gloves.

- Open wide.

- No, let me have some more gas.

- You don't need more gas, okay?
- I feel it wearing off.

- Okay, open wide.

You know,
with all your warped ideology,

I bet
you never gave much thought

to why Adolf was so pissed off
at the Jews.

You know, one theory
is that he was traumatized

by the death of his mother.

She d*ed of breast cancer,
and she was in the care

of a Jewish physician, and so,

of course,
the repressed hatred

erupted itself
into the Holocaust.

Now, another theory

is that h*tler's father

was the illegitimate son
of a German woman

and some obscure Jewish man,

and so
h*tler himself had impure blood.

Oh, hey, hey, now,
don't make me slip,

because if I do,
we are both in trouble, hmm?

You know, it's amazing.

We don't even know
where these gums come from.

I mean,
this could be the gums of a kike

or a spic

or even a f*gg*t.

- [grunting]
f*cking f*gg*t.

- I mean, you could be getting

the beautiful gums
of a big black n*gg*r, huh?

[discordant jazzy music]

- ♪ Free will ♪

♪ Can't seem to get our fill ♪

♪ We are beggars,
we are losers ♪

♪ Drunk from lack of power ♪

♪ I believe in understanding ♪

♪ I've got to know
when we're landing ♪

♪ I think about surfing now ♪

♪ Enter if you're with me ♪

♪ If you want free will ♪

[gate buzzing]

- Morning, gentlemen.

- Check this out.

Fetch.

Come here.
Come here.

He fetches.

- That's one thing
he'll have to unlearn.

I told you, don't teach the dog
recreational activities.

- You brush your teeth
with that?

- Today's focus is on control.

Start walking around
in this area.

[g*nsh*t fires]
[dogs barking]

- What the f*ck was that?
- Scared the sh*t out of me.

- I'm sorry, but your reaction's
not important.

The dogs' is.

They have to maintain focus,

even in the event
of loud or startling noises.

- So what are you gonna do,
make them deaf?

- Oh, yeah, that's a great idea.

Deaf dog.
Blind people.

You're a f*cking genius.

- You teach the dog

by standing on his leash
and saying, "Chill."

- "Chill"?
- "Chill."

[g*nsh*t fires]
[man yelling]

- Remember when I first started,
I told you about Officer Rivera,

you know, what I'd done to him,
you know, blinded him,

and how I just wanted
to do right?

- Yeah, you're doing that.

- Yeah,
but I just want to do right

by him direct.

I want Rivera to have Julie.

- Well, what's the man's status?

- I don't know.

I haven't heard from Eugene
in a long time.

- Call him.

Have him come in,
we can talk,

assess his want and need
of a guide dog.

- Well, I'll try,

but knowing how he feels
about this place,

it's a long sh*t.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

Eugene, Tina,
it's good to see you.

You're both looking well.

- I'll take your word for that.

- I'm Alicia Hinden.
I appreciate you coming in.

- Hello.

- So did you read the literature
I sent you on the program?

- Yes,
sounds kind of interesting.

- Yeah, if you've got
no other help.

Those dogs
are for lonely people.

Eugene has me.

- Well, actually,
a guide dog is not just

for the person he's leading.

He helps the whole family
by freeing up your time.

- I like helping my husband.

- Tina.

You would be helping
your husband.

- Oh, yeah.

Like those interactions

with Alvarez did.

- Look, I'm skeptical too.

I worked here, remember?

I can't believe these fucks
are capable of any good.

I mean, who teaches these dogs?

- Well,
the one that we've got for you,

she was actually trained
by Miguel Alvarez.

- Are you f*cking kidding?

- I knew that f*cking cabrón
was behind this.

- He's doing a wonderful job.

- Eugene, baby,
please, let's go.

- He has personally requested

that we give Julie to you.

so, Eugene, if you like,

we can give her to you.

- I don't know!
- No!

No f*cking way.
Eugene!

What the f*ck?

You're actually
considering this?

Probably trained that mongrel
to att*ck you.

- No, I can assure you
that that is--

- Come on.
We're leaving.

The last thing we need is
favors from that m*therf*cker.

- Mr. Rivera.

Please think about it.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- Good girl, Julie.

[indistinct shouting]

- Prisoner #02N535.

Father Daniel Meehan.

[sirens wailing]

Convicted February 9th, 2002.

Destruction of private property.

as*ault
on an officer of the law.

Sentence: 15 years.

Up for parole in five.

♪ ♪

all: Ooh!

[prisoners speaking
indistinctly]

[gate buzzing]

♪ ♪

- I'm on the bottom?
- You got that right.

- There was an O'Reily family
in my last parish,

St. Patrick's--

- Well, it wasn't mine.

We only went to church
for funerals.

- Oh, I see.

- No.

You don't see d*ck.

Just 'cause
I was baptized a Catholic

doesn't mean I got any use
for a f*ckin' priest.

- Duly noted.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- I've cleared my schedule

so I can attend Cyril's trial
every day.

I'll be sitting right behind him
in the courtroom.

- Mm-hmm.

- Ryan, he's not gonna
get convicted.

He is not gonna get
the death penalty.

- Hi-ho, hi-ho.

Hey.

How you feeling, kid?

- Scared.
- Don't be, okay?

Ma's gonna be with you
the whole way, all right?

- Look,
I bought you a brand-new suit.

Hope it fits,

'cause I wasn't sure
about the sizes.

- Cyril, we're not allowed to
travel with you on the bus,

okay, so I'm gonna take
Suzanne down in my car.

We'll see you just before
the trial begins, okay?

- Okay.

- You're gonna be okay.

- I wish you were coming.

- No, you don't need me.
You'll be fine.

But look, if you--
if you start to panic,

all right, I just want you
to think of me, okay?

All right?
Doing this.

- Let's go, let's go.

[shouting]

- Hey, toss the ball.

Now, toss the f*ckin' ball.

- This is about the size
of your head, Morales.

- You got style, Jia,
I'll give you that.

You know, you had me fooled
thinking that you were worried

about Li Chen hurting my ma.

You set me and Cyril up,

only you thought
your boy would waste us,

not the other way around.

- Zou kai.

- I got moves too, brother man.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

Hey, Shupe.

I see they let you out
of protective custody.

- Don't start anything, O'Reily.

- I ain't starting sh*t.

I'm just wondering

how much money
Jai Kenmin paid you

to lie about Cyril
to the warden.

Look at me.

I'm gonna give you one chance

to switch your story
to the truth.

- I told the truth.

- Okay.

Hey, I made something special
for you.

Eat up.

- I'm not hungry.

- I didn't think so.

[knocking]

[gate buzzes]

Glen Shupe.
- What about him?

- I need that cocksucker
to have an accident.

- How severe?
- Not dead, just diminished.

And it can't be
traced back to me.

[gate buzzes distantly]

- What do I get in return?

- Jia Kenmin dies,

and it can't be traced back
to you.

- Deal.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- Sean!
I need the...

- Out of the way!

[Shupe screaming]

- Doctor!
I've got the arm!

I've got the arm.

[screaming continues]

- The first day of trial
did not go well.

Judge Moore
was in a foul mood,

and the prosecutor,
he's tough and smart.

- So you're saying
we're gonna lose?

- I just don't want
to give any false hopes.

- During the jury selection
Cyril got very agitated,

and he kept talking out loud,

and the judge kept warning him
to be silent.

- If Cyril keeps it up,

Moore might eject him
from the courtroom.

- Is the judge aware
of Cyril's mental state?

- Yeah, he's aware, he just--
he doesn't care.

- I'll talk to Cyril.

♪ ♪

Hello, Cyril.

- Hiya.

- May I come in?

- Sure.

- How'd it go today?

- Lots of mumbo jumbo.

"I object."

"Motion to blah, blah, blah."

- Yeah, all those words
confused you, huh?

- Everyone seems so mean.

I was asking questions,

but the guy at the big desk
banged the thing

and yelled at me.

Ma was behind me,
but not close enough to talk to.

- I brought you something.

- A puppet.

- I want you to take this puppet
with you to court every day,

and when you feel
the need to talk to someone,

I want you to whisper
to him, okay?

- Mm-hmm.

- But I want you
to whisper to him

very softly
so no one else can hear you.

Show me.

- [whispering]
Sister Pete wants us to be...

- Even softer.

- [whispering]
Sister Pete wants us to be...

[whispering indistinctly]

- Excellent.

And at the end of each day,

the two of you can tell me

everything you whispered
to each other,

and I'll explain things
to you, all right?

- We have to give
the puppet a name.

- Good.
What do you want to call him?

- Jericho.
- Why Jericho?

[in deep voice]
- 'Cause the walls

came tumbling down.

- Lights out!

[gate buzzes]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Jesus, you pray a lot.

- Well,
I need a lot from my god.

Strength. Guidance.
Forgiveness.

- While you're at it,
ask him

to bring back conjugal visits.

- Don't you ever pray?

- No, not since grade school.

- What happened?
Why'd you stop?

- A priest tried to grope me
in the confessional.

- Oh, I am sorry.

Some priests get lost
spiritually--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Father, give it a rest,
I was just kidding.

- Look, I have a meeting

tomorrow with Father Mukada,
and I was thinking that--

- "Lights out" means
shut the f*ck up.

[upbeat acoustic strumming]

- ♪ Hey, lookee yonder,
tell me what you see ♪

♪ Marching
to the fields of Vietnam ♪

♪ Looks like Handsome Johnny
with an M16 ♪

♪ Marching to the Vietnam w*r ♪

♪ Yeah,
marching to the Vietnam w*r ♪

♪ Hey, lookee yonder,
now, tell me what you see ♪

♪ Marching
to the Birmingham fields ♪

♪ Looks like Handsome Johnny
with his hand rolled in a fist ♪

♪ Marching
to the Birmingham wars ♪

♪ Yeah, marching
to the Birmingham wars ♪

♪ And it's a long, hard road ♪

♪ It's a long, hard road ♪

♪ It's a long,
hard road ♪

♪ Hey, before we'll be free ♪

♪ Hey,
before we'll be free ♪

Huh!
Huh!

Any word on Augustus' condition?

- Well, I got a call in
to Dr. Panitz

at Benchley Memorial.

When he calls me,
I'll let you know.

What about you?

You got any news for me?
- Not yet.

- You find out
who gave Hill the dr*gs?

- Not yet.

- Well, when you do,
you let me handle the rest.

- Of course, McManus.

Of course.

- Hey, hey.

You gave me your word.

- And my word is my bond, hmm?

- Count!
Let's go, move it!

- Yo, Burr.

I'm telling you,
it must've been them Sicilians

that gave Augustus them dr*gs.

They mad 'cause you and Morales

is muscling them
out of the tit game.

- You get me some proof.

- Proof?

Man,
proof is hard to come by, yo.

- I need to see some proof.

- sh*t.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

Hey, yo, Chico, my man.

- What do you want?

- Yo, we got a problem, man.

Burr thinks
that you gave Hill the juice

that sent him into hyperspace,

and he growling for revenge.

- Me?
- Yeah.

- No, man.
Yo, the Sicilians probably did.

- That's what I tried
to tell him,

but you know Burr, man.

He want confirmation.

So I got a solution.

You got to find somebody
who will say

that they saw the dagos
give Hill the sh*t.

- Who?
- I don't know who, man.

Somebody with no, no--
what you call it?

No vested interest.

- Excuse me.

[gate buzzes distantly]

What?
What?

Salvatore DeSanto.

- Mm.

- He gave the dr*gs to Augustus.

- Mm.

- Yeah, I saw the whole thing.

- Okay.
- All right.

- You see, I told you.

[door shuts]

- At dinner tonight,

I want you to do me
a little favor

and stick this
in DeSanto's food for me.

- What's this?

- A mind f*ck.

[bell ringing]

- I say we whack Redding.

- We tried k*lling Redding.

He don't f*ckin' die.

- That is bullshit, Sal.
Anybody can f*ckin' die.

- f*ck.

f*ck, what's goin' on?

- Jesus, what's happening?

- My--
my head is...

[indistinct shouting]

- Salvatore DeSanto's
brain-dead.

Overdose of LSD.

- Oh, man, that's a bummer.

I saw a lot of acid myself
over in Vietnam.

That stuff's more lethal
than the Vietcong.

Really can blow your mind.

- Yeah.

You know,
I really should have the food

that DeSanto was eating tested.

- Now, that's a good idea.

Only problem is,
ain't no food left.

My boys, they ain't
so good at cooking,

but when it comes
to the end of the day, man,

they can clean up
that cafeteria,

I'm telling you.

- I'll bet.

- Mm, spotless.

♪ ♪

- The first time
that I got r*ped by Adebisi,

I thought
this was the worst thing

that could ever happen.

But I was wrong.

- How many men were there?

- Three.

- Do you know why they did it?

- Does the "why" matter?

- Only to you.

- What do you want me
to say here, Sister, I don't--

- Peter, I don't want you
to say anything.

I just want you to understand

that no matter what you think
you may have done

to bring this on yourself,

you did not deserve to be r*ped.

Those men, whoever they are,

had no right to violate you.

[bell ringing]

Ah, all right.

Tomorrow, same time?

- No.

I don't think any of this
is really helping me, Sister.

- Peter...

- Thanks.
Thanks for trying.

♪ ♪

- I want to find the three men
who r*ped Schibetta.

- Why?

- Why, Leo?

Why?

- Look,
we're doing everything we can

to keep the number
of reported r*pes down.

- Reported?

Listen to you.

Your own daughter was r*ped.

- Well.

This is different.

This is Oz.

- r*pe is r*pe, Leo.
- I don't agree.

Here,
r*pe has a leveling effect.

Peter Schibetta,
from the day he arrived,

wanted to be a tough guy,

wanted to follow
in his father's footsteps,

running things, hurting people.

Well,
he got stopped by Adebisi.

Now he got stopped again.

- What's going on?

Do you have something personal
against Schibetta?

- No, no.
Simply survival of the fittest.

As natural and basic as Darwin.

- You and I have disagreed about
a lot of things over the years--

- Peter Marie.

- A "leveling effect"?

You want r*pe to do your job?

[door slams]

- You see this medal?

Saint Dismas.

He's the patron saint
of prisoners.

Al Capone gave this
to my grandfather in the '20s.

- I didn't know
Al Capone was religious.

- He wasn't.

He just liked to hedge his bets.

Dr. Nathan.

I keep feeling worse and worse.

- I know.

- I haven't prayed
since the fifth grade.

I've forgotten how.

- Me too.

[tense percussive tones]

Hola.
- Hola yourself.

- Well, you're in a mood.

- Oh, I am frustrated.

Been dealing
with Peter Schibetta

and taking these
little baby steps,

and then this morning,

he tells me
he's done with therapy.

- Maybe you should
have him talk

to some other guy
who's been r*ped.

- Yeah, yeah,
I was thinking about that.

Listen, are you aware of any
trouble between Leo and Peter?

- No, why?

- Never mind.

Just having one of those days
filled with massive confusion.

- I'm having a day myself.

Chucky Pancamo came in
with a s*ab wound

and caught a staph infection.

- Ooh.

- Yeah,
he's sinking pretty fast.

[door shuts]

- And you're blaming yourself.

- His wound got infected
on my watch.

Life is dangerous enough in Oz

without prisoners
having to worry about dying

due to poor medical treatment.

- Look at us.

We're complete
and utter failures

at our jobs.

- So what do we do instead?

- Form an all-girl band?

Hey, I want to ask you a favor.

- Sure.

- I want you to talk
to Peter Schibetta.

- Okay.

Only if...

you teach Chucky Pancamo
how to pray.

- Peter.

Come in.

- Sit down.

May I take your hand?

- Blessed art thou
amongst women...

- Blessed art thou
amongst women...

- And blessed
is the fruit of thy womb...

- Blessed
is the fruit of thy womb...

- Jesus.
- Jesus.

- Holy Mary, mother of God...

- Holy Mary, mother of God...

- Pray for us sinners...
- Pray for us sinners...

- Now
and at the hour of our death.

- Now
and at the hour of our death.

- Amen.

[piano music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Look,
I'm standing naked before you ♪

♪ Don't you want
more than my sex? ♪

♪ I can scream as loud
as your last one ♪

♪ But I can't claim innocence ♪

♪ Oh, God,
could it be the weather? ♪

♪ Oh, God, why am I here? ♪

♪ If love isn't forever ♪

♪ And it's not the weather ♪

♪ Hand me my leather ♪

- Hoyt.

- Oh.

It's nice to see you, Father.

- Really?
- It's nice to see anyone.

This f*ckin' place is spooky.

- Jaz, you confessed
to several murders,

including Jim Burns,

but you didn't act alone.

You had help.

- I ain't rattin' on my friends.
- No, no, no.

Not all of them, but Timmy Kirk.

- I k*lled Timmy Kirk.

- No, as hard as you tried,
he survived.

He's back at Oz.

- Cocksucker!

- You tell the warden
the truth about Kirk,

and he's gonna be moving in
right next door.

- Get me Glynn.

I want to sing.

- It's Hoyt's version
versus mine.

He k*lled Burns.

He bricked Cloutier
inside a wall.

This is all some kind of weird
revenge thing on his part.

I'm innocent.

- You liar!

- Ray! Ray.

- You will burn, Kirk!

- Take Kirk back to Unit B.

- You're the one who'll burn.

[bell ringing]

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

Hey, Clarence.
How are you?

- Good.
- Ooh, you been working out?

- Yeah.
- Yeah? I can tell.

Hey, you're in for arson, right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah,
you know any other arsonists?

I mean, on the outside.

- One or two.

- How'd you like a blow job?

- Our Lady of Fatima Church
and its rectory next door

b*rned to the ground
this evening,

k*lling two priests.

The two priests,
Father John Downing

and Father Jack Hurlbert,

were trapped on an upper floor
of the rectory.

Also injured
was Father Raymond Mukada.

- Holy sh*t!

- ...And is in serious condition

at Benchley Memorial Hospital.

Arson is suspected as the cause.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- ♪ You creep ♪

♪ Into my heart ♪

♪ And make my heart ♪

♪ Burn ♪

- ♪ You sneak ♪

♪ Into my mind ♪

♪ And make my head ♪

♪ Ache ♪

both: ♪ Look, it's time ♪

♪ To face the music ♪

- ♪ Bye-bye ♪

- ♪ Don't slam the door ♪

both: ♪ This is the last duet ♪

♪ Last chance you're gonna get ♪

♪ No more harmony ♪

♪ For you and me ♪

♪ This is the last duet ♪

- ♪ I'll ever do with ♪

- ♪ Never do with ♪

- ♪ Never ever ♪
both: ♪ Never ever ♪

♪ Never do with you ♪

- Sir, may I speak?

- Sure, prag.

- What's the latest
on Adam Guenzel?

How's your plan working?

- Well,

I predict...

by the end of the week...

he'll be sucking my cock.

- Yesterday,
I deposed Jerry Heekin.

- Who's that?

- He's that man who claims

he saw you dump Brice Tibbetts
in the field.

He's a very credible witness.

- Is that so?

- Remember you said

that he testified
it was late at night,

so it must have been dark,
no lights in the field?

Yeah, well, see,
he had a flashlight.

He saw you.

Clearly.

- Wasn't me.

Look.

A lot of guys running around
who look like me,

you know,
I got a very familiar face.

- You know, I'm divorced.
- Mm.

- Yeah, I was married to Eddie
for 10 years.

One day,
I'd asked him where he'd been.

He goes, "Barney's",
just so fast,

so convincingly,

I knew immediately he was lying.

- Are you calling me a liar?

- Every person in this country
deserves a fair trial,

deserves a good lawyer.

I cannot be that lawyer for you.

I'll call
the public defender's office

and find you someone else.

- Catherine, wait a minute.

I need you.

- Keller, this is the one time
where your charms are useless.

- Catherine.
Catherine.

Catherine!

- Toby.
- Hey.

- Look, I just--
I wanted to let you know

that I won't be
representing Keller anymore.

- Why?
What happened?

- He's guilty.

You know,
I made a promise to myself

the day I passed the bar.

I said
I was never gonna represent

a guilty person,
and I'm not gonna start now.

Not even for you.

- I understand.

- Answer me this.

When I'd asked you
if he had ever discussed

these murders with you,
you said no.

- Yeah, I lied.

Keller says so many things.

Who knows what's true?

- But you believe him
when he says he loves you.

- Yes.

- You two belong together.

- Catherine.

Love makes us all
do strange things.

- You don't
have to tell me that.

You have a good life.

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- You knew the woman you r*ped?

- We used to date.

We bumped into each other
at this bar,

did some K, started making out,

next thing I knew,
Franklin and me had her

in the park,
facedown in the grass.

- You know,
I never r*ped a woman I knew.

- Adam.
- Yeah?

- Can I talk to you?

- I'm busy.

- Two seconds.

- Lovebirds.

- You shouldn't be hanging out
with those guys.

- Oh, instead I should
be playing backgammon

with you and Busmalis?

- The bikers
are Schillinger's allies.

They're just being friendly
with you to try and set you up.

Schillinger wants you.

- You ought to know, right?

Having been his prag?

- Hey, Guenzel,
you and Beecher goin' on a date?

[laughter]

♪ ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- While you're down there,

suck this cock, you f*gg*t.

You cocksucker.

- Ride him, cowboy!

- Goal! Goal!
Goal! Goal!

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

[discordant jazzy music]

- Schillinger.

You made me an offer
the other day

that you'd help me
get to see Keller

if I gave you the boy Guenzel.

- Yeah?

- Is the offer still
on the table?

- Jeez, I don't know.

- I'll quit Sister Pete.

I'll come to work for you
in the mail room.

I'll call the Sicilians off.

Please.

- Oh, okay.

- I no longer want you
to protect Adam Guenzel.

- After I seen
what he did to you,

I ain't surprised.

The kid's a prick.

- Sister?

- Good morning.

- There is something
I've got to talk to you about.

I've decided
to quit working for you.

- What?

- Well, you know,

I've been doing the same job
for five years,

and I'm... bored.

- You know, I--
I had no idea you were unhappy.

- Well, I'm not unhappy.
- So--no, no, if there's--

- I'm not unhappy.

- Yeah.
Oh, well, all right.

If you're sure about this.

- I am.

- Okay.

When do you want to leave?

- Today.

- Today?

- So, you want to go work
with the Aryans?

- Uh-huh.

Yeah, you know,
ever since we started

these interactions,
Schillinger and I

have been getting along
real well.

- Plus, working in the mail room
will allow you to see Keller.

It's okay, Beecher, because
I agree with Sister Pete.

You should be allowed visits.

- Yeah, but the real problem
is Adam Guenzel.

I know you're gonna do
whatever you think is best,

but, you know, Adam and I
just haven't been getting along.

I think maybe you were right
when you said

you wanted to transfer him
out of Em City.

- Well, he's disruptive.

I thought you two being friends
was gonna help, but--

- Me too.
It hasn't worked out.

- Okay, I'm gonna ship him
over to Unit B.

- Schillinger.
- Yeah?

- The boy's all yours.

[tense percussive tones]

- Time for you
to deliver the mail.

♪ ♪

- Hey there, tough guy.

Knock, knock.

Keller!

- Go away.
I don't want to play today.

- Huh.

- I don't want to f*ck
right now.

- Maybe you're forgetting
who's who here.

You're my bitch,
not the other way around.

I've been bringing you
little extras,

and in return,

you been giving me
little extras.

- Don't poke me.

f*cking c**t.

I don't want to see
your ugly f*cking face.

[grunts]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Central, we got a 16,
section 32.

♪ ♪

- How the mighty have fallen.

- f*ck you, f*gg*t.

- Guenzel.
- Hey, Vern.

The boys in Em City
send their regards.

- Shut up.
- Hey, I was just--

God,
what the f*ck was that--

- You'll speak
when you're spoken to.

- Hey, get the f*ck off me!

Get off of me!

- Sir, sir.
May I watch?

- Well, if you don't,
how are you ever gonna learn?

- Get the f*ck off me!

Get off!

f*ck off!

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

- I've got mail for Keller.

- He's not here.

- Where is he?

- Benchley Memorial.

- In the hospital?

Well, what happened?

- He acted up.

I shut him down.

Keep moving, Beecher.

[gentle piano music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ On days like these ♪

♪ When the rain won't fall ♪

♪ And the sky's so dry ♪

♪ That even birds can't call ♪

♪ I can feel your tears ♪

♪ Disappearing in the air ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Carried on the breeze ♪

♪ On days like these ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But you can't reap
what you don't sow ♪

♪ And you can't plant
in hallowed ground ♪

♪ So let us fill
this empty earth ♪

♪ With hope ♪

♪ Until the rains come down ♪

♪ On days like these ♪

[Adam shivering]

♪ ♪

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪