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all: I'm innocent.

I'm innocent.

- I am innocent.
- I'm innocent.

- I'm innocent.
- Innocent.

- I'm innocent too.

- I'm innocent.

You go to any prison,

you ask any guy
who's serving time

and he'll tell you
he's in-no-cent.

I got a bum rap,
I had a lousy lawyer.

I was in Toledo
visiting my mama.

Yeah, you'll hear
a whole pack of lies.

But what about that one brother
who's telling the truth,

the one who really is innocent?

His voice is buried
so damn deep beneath the others,

he's gonna grow hoarse
just trying to be heard.

- Leo!

- Leo Glynn is dead.

I'm sorry, the reality
just hasn't sunk in.

- I feel so bad,
you know?

He and I hadn't been
getting along lately.

- Well, we all had our
disagreements with Leo,

but still, he was the best man
for the worst job.

- Amen.

- I spoke to his ex-wife
at the cemetery.

She and his daughter
didn't want to make the drive,

would I pack up
Leo's belongings.

I don't think she has a clue
about my relationship with him.

- Mary knew.

She said she was happy
Leo had someone.

She hated the idea of him being
all alone after the divorce.

- Tim, I talked
to the governor

about naming you the new warden.

I'm sure Devlin jumped.

- Well, he didn't say no.

- Doesn't matter,
don't want the job.

- This place needs a strong,
sensible hand, Tim.

That's you.

- Stanton has some
interesting hearsay.

- Lionel Kelsch
whacked the warden

and Willy Brandt.

And before that, he helped
Brandt waste Mayor Loewen.

- How do you
know this?

- Kelsch is a bragger,
and I hate braggers!

- All right, take Stanton
into protective custody.

Bring Kelsch to the hole.

- All right!

- You ever been
in the hole, Kelsch?

- No, sir.

- First, you're naked,
so it's cold.

Then you piss
and shit in a bucket.

Worse, you're alone,

utterly alone,
24 hours a day.

Except for the meals, right?

When you see the hacks?

- Theoretically.

See, some of these guys,
they forget to bring the food,

especially to someone accused of
killing the man they respected.

- Hm.
- Strip.

- Um, McManus, wait.

What are my alternatives?

- You can give me the name
of the person that hired you.

- I thought the governor's
eulogy of Glynn was very moving.

- Oh, yeah?
I nodded off.

- What does McManus
want to see me about?

- I don't know, he just
told me to find you.

- Think he'll get
the warden gig?

- Never know.

- Don't be shy,
Officer Johnson.

I'm gonna have to
read you your rights.

- Before they cart
your ass downtown...

just tell me why.

Why--why'd you hire Brandt
in the first place,

huh?

Was it because of
those little girls?

- I'm not saying word one
until I get a lawyer

and cut myself
a nice, juicy deal.

- Leo trusted you.

- Let's go, man.

- Tim,

you remember back five years ago

when you announced
from this very stage

that I was eliminating
all high school

and college
equivalency programs?

I'm gonna give a speech
praising education

as the one last hope
prisoners have,

and naming the new program
after Leo Glynn.

How the times have changed.

Maybe it's me.
Maybe I've mellowed.

- We've just received a call
from Detective Tarnowski.

Adrian Johnson has implicated
Perry in the murders

of Loewen, Brandt and Leo.

- What?

- You're next, Devlin.

- Governor, we need to--
- Shut up, Perry.

Cancel the press conference.

Let's get back to the mansion.

These charges are scurrilous.

It's a vain attempt
to attack a fine, young man.

- Yeah, who's one step away
from getting fucked up the ass,

unless you can make a deal too.

- Hey, I only--
- Shut up!

- I'll handle this.
- How?

See, I don't see
what you can do,

except type out
your resignation.

You know what the irony is?

The irony is that
Wilson Loewen got you elected,

and now, Loewen's ghost
is gonna bring you down.

My only hope is that
when you go to prison,

they send you here to Oz.

- Ellie, you coming?

- No, I'm not,
you little prick.

- I accept
your resignation.

Yours too, McManus.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- We'll see about that.

Perry!

- Thank you all
for coming.

Leo Glynn's untimely death

has left an enormous void
in Oswald's--

- Can the speech, commissioner.

Just tell us who's
gonna be our new boss.

- All righty.

Some of you may already know him

from when he
worked here previously.

- Oh, no.

- More recently, he's been
doing a bang-up job at Lardner,

Martin Querns.

- Hello, everybody.

I'm back.

Tim McManus,

come on down.

I don't know what you did
to piss off the governor,

but he sure as shit
wants your head

hanging off a spike
on the north tower.

- So, I'm out.

- Consider this
your month's notice.

- Fabulous.

- Of course, a lot
can happen in a month.

This murder scandal
could mean the end

of Devlin's days in office.

- I don't know.

He's skated through worse
and come out on top.

- Like I said,
we have to wait and see.

Of course, if he goes,
you may not have to.

I wasn't lying when I said

I was a big fan
of the concept of Em City.

- Did he fire you?

- I'm not sure.

- Sister.

Get your buns
in here.

- This is a restraint chair.

It will be placed in the hole.

If you disobey,
you will be placed in it.

I wanted you all
to see this monster,

to let you know I will not
take any shit from anyone.

So, remember...

Don't fuck with Querns.

- Here's a story,
and it's true.

Mariano Absun escaped
the Connor Correctional Center

in Hominy, Oklahoma,

by hiding in the back
of a garbage truck.

His body was found
two hours later,

crushed to death
in the truck's trash tray.

Now, Absun was only serving
a three-year sentence.

Three years.

That's how desperate he was
to get the fuck out.

- Bob, can't sleep?

- No, this is
the best time,

when it's quiet,

when the day still
has possibilities.

- Today is Stella's first day
back after her breast surgery.

- You're excited.
- And afraid.

Before she went
into the hospital,

I told Stella that I loved her.

- Bob, you old seadog.

- But she said I didn't.

Which of course
means she doesn't love me.

Stella?

- I got your flowers.

Oh.
- Did I hurt you?

- No.

I'm just not used
to the new breast yet.

- I can't tell the difference.

Only God can make a tree,
but fortunately,

man can fix pretty much
everything else.

- Any problems?

- The medicine I'm on
is pixilating my memory,

so, if I start to repeat myself
or forget a name,

forgive me.

- No, it's you
who has to forgive me

for my silliness for thinking

we both shared
the same feelings.

- The same feelings?

I don't know.

But I do love you,
Robert,

in my fashion.

It's all a matter
of perspective.

To see a world
in a grain of sand

and a heaven
in a wild flower.

- Hold infinity in
the palm of your hand...

And eternity in an hour.

- Ms. Coffo!

Ad Seg is
a restricted area.

- I want to see
Pablo Rosa.

- Oh, he's not allowed
any visitors.

- But I work here.

- Those are the rules.

- How do we get the rules
changed just this once?

- I don't know.

Talk to someone
higher up.

- Who?
- I don't know.

- He pretends to be
a tough guy, but he's not.

Pablo's just another
terrified kid.

And I'm afraid what's going
through his head right now,

sitting alone in that hell hole.

- What would you
like to happen?

- Well, at the very least,
get him some books to read.

- They'll never allow him
to have books in the hole.

But there's always a way
to finagle something.

How much cash
do you have?

- Pablo,
can you hear me?

- Ms. C.?

You're okay?

- I'm fine.

And you?

- I'm going
sort of crazy.

- Well, I'm here
to help you with that.

- How?

- I'm gonna
read to you.

"The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,"
chapter one.

Tom plays, fights and hides.

"Tom."
No answer.

"Tom!"
No answer.

"What's going on with that boy?

"I wonder, you, Tom!"

The old lady
pulled her spectacles down

and looked out over them
about the room,

then she put them up,
and looked out under them.

She seldom or never
looked through them

for so small a thing as a boy.

- I just had another visit
with Norma and the baby.

Fatherhood is
a remarkable thing.

- I wouldn't know.

- What do you mean?
You had Alex.

- But I didn't raise him.

He never even knew I was alive
until he was a grown man.

I was never
a father to my son.

- Oh, and here's Ruby,
who's not my own,

who I will
help to raise.

Still, I'd like some day
to have my own offspring,

from my own loins,
as it were.

- Agamemnon, please.

I've just eaten.

- Well, I guess
it's a fool's goal,

since we're not
allowed conjugals.

And by the time I'm out,

Norma will be past
her child-bearing years.

- There are alternatives.

Artificial insemination,
for example.

- Sure,
I could jerk off,

and then overnight my sperm
to Norma next-day delivery.

Bob, you--
you're brilliant.

- The commissioner
says no.

- No?
How can he say no?

- Well, he doesn't want to start
an avalanche of requests

for prisoners to
artificially inseminate.

He says that it opens up
the state to safety,

security
and legal risks.

- But I have a right
to procreate.

- Well, not necessarily.

The United States Supreme Court
guarantees a prisoner

the right to marry
and not to be sterilized.

Now, the justices have never
expressed an opinion

on prisoners
bearing children.

- What can we do?

- We? Nothing.

You should contact the society
for prisoners' rights,

have them
assign you a lawyer.

- I will, goddamn it.

Just because I broke the law
doesn't mean I'm not a man.

- True, but, Busmalis,

not every man was
supposed to be a father.

- Every man should
have a right to choose.

- Whoa, go easy with
that stuff, Agamemnon.

You're looking
like an oil slick.

- You're right.
I'm nervous.

The judicial panel
is meeting today

to decide if I can
artificially inseminate Norma.

If they say yes,

I could be a father
by Christmas.

- Have you talked this through
with Dr. Nathan?

The entire procedure
is costly, time consuming

and most often
unsuccessful.

- Why are you always trying
to dampen my spirits?

- Because you constantly rush
into things without thinking,

only to get
your heart broken.

- That's not true.

Okay, maybe
it's a little true.

But, Bob, in Oz,
that's all we have--

hopes and dreams.

- Having reviewed
the testimony and evidence,

we have reached
the following conclusion.

Since the state has the right
to eliminate conjugal visits,

we do not see restricting
artificial insemination

as unreasonable.

And though we agree
that to procreate

is a fundamental right,

the very purpose
of punishment

is to take away
fundamental rights.

We, therefore, deny
the plaintiff's petition.

- We lost?

- I'm afraid so.

- Well, we--we'll appeal.

- No, I'm sorry,
there's no appeal.

- Back to your cage,
Busmalis.

- No.
- Don't give me any lip.

- Wait, you bastard, wait!

This is my life
we're talking about, my life!

- Back off!
- You cocksucker!

- Get this man off me!
- I'll kill you, motherfucker!

But it isn't fair.

It isn't fair!

It isn't fair!

- Morning.

What's wrong with her?

- Claire asked me
for a second opinion.

- Is she sick?

- She's pregnant.

- You asked to see me,
Father?

- Yes, come in,
sit down.

- What's this about?

- Your being pregnant.

I'm not trying to insinuate
myself into anything.

I just wanted you to know
that if you want to talk...

- What I tell you
remains between us, right?

Because I could
lose my job.

- I promise.

- My relationship with men
in general has been disastrous,

yet here I am
surrounded by them.

Which is why...

Father, since coming to Oz,
I have fucked a lot of men.

Oh, yeah!

A lot of prisoners.

You're shocked.

- In a way, yes.

And in a way, no.

- Now, I'm pregnant
by one of them.

- You know which one?

- Well, my best guess is
the baby'll be golden brown

and marinated in salsa,

which means
I can't raise him or her

in my redneck
neighborhood.

I can't afford to move.

And if I could,
where would I go?

Little Havana?

I am screwed.

- Claire, are you thinking of
having an abortion, because--

- Oh, save your
breath, Father.

You Catholics aren't the only
ones who are against abortion.

- So, what are you
gonna do?

- Take a leave of absence,

drop the calf,

and from then on,
keep my fuckin' legs crossed.

- I'll never be
a father now.

- Yeah, well, we all
got our problems.

- Here's a story,
and it's true.

Up in Vermont

an inmate was caught
breaking into prison.

He'd evidently slipped out
of his work camp,

went to a nearby
convenience store,

bought a case of beer
and a carton of cigs

and then crawled back
under the fence,

where he was arrested
by the C.O.'s.

The man was sentenced
to six more months,

and the poor motherfucker,

he didn't even get
to keep the beer.

You know what I'm saying?

- okay, raise your arms.

Turn around.

Through here.

- Jackson Vahue,
welcome to Oz.

- It's not my first visit,
warden.

- I know.

- Since being paroled,

I've tried my best
to keep other guys

from making my mistake,

you know, lecturing the kids
and gangs and stuff.

- I'm happy you're here
to do the same.

Younger prisoners look up to
a big basketballer like you.

- Well, I hope they hear
what I have to say.

- After you.

- So, in conclusion,

I just ask you to use
your time wisely and well.

With any kind of luck,

you can pull your
life back together...

And get the fuck
out of Oz.

- Hey,
can I get your autograph?

- Officer Brass, you still
dancing down these halls?

- Yup.

Some of us ain't
as lucky as you.

- You know, I had nothing to do
with that tendon being sliced.

- Oh, I know.

Hey, I bought season tickets
to the Knights,

so, I'll be at the arena
every time you play.

- Uh-huh.

- Maybe after a game I can
come into the locker room,

hang out,
meet the other players.

- No, I don't think so.

- Oh, okay, um...

Let me ask you
something, Jackson.

When you're out
on the court playing,

all those eyes on you,
you ever wonder?

- Wonder what?

- Who's out there?

There's a lot of crazies
in the world, man.

- No, I'm not afraid.

- Bro, you got
huge stundeens.

Nice to see you again.

- All right, fellas.

- Dave.

- Sean, Sean,
you threw me off my game.

Sometimes I wonder
if I wanted to play pro ball

because I loved
the game so much,

or because I wanted everyone
to see how great I could shoot.

Be adored by millions.

- Money, women,
the whole rigmarole, huh?

- I don't care about
the fringe benefits.

I want to be famous.

I don't want to die
being some gimpy, old guard

at a half-ass prison.

I don't want
to disappear.

- Well, I mean,
what can you do?

You play the hand
life deals you.

- Sean, I know you did
what you think is right

about Morales.

I want to tell you,
I admire you.

I always have.

No hard feelings, huh?

- Why do I feel like
you're saying goodbye?

- I am.

I've decided,
I'm quitting.

- To do what?

- Reshuffle the deck,
play a new hand.

- This just in,
basketball star Jackson Vahue

was shot at
this afternoon

during practice
at the arena.

The assailant,
David Brass,

has been working
as a guard...

- Oh, shit!
- Officer Murphy?

- Vahue served time at Oswald
and says he barely knew Brass,

though they did play
opposite each other

in a prison
basketball game.

- Here's a story,
and it's true.

A municipal court judge
in Texas

was indicted on four counts
of sexual misconduct.

Seemed this judge
extorted sexual favors

from the female relatives
of criminal defendants

in exchange for reducing
the defendants' bond,

or ordering their release.

Hey, when you're horny,
you're horny.

- Mr. Hoyt, thank you
for coming to see us.

I'm Father Mukada.

- How do you do?

- Oh, and this is
Sister Peter Marie.

- Sorry.
Hello, nice to meet you.

- How do you do?

This...

this is
my first trip to a prison.

- Oh, you haven't
visited Jaz before?

- No.

I'm not exactly sure what it is
that you want from me.

- Well, we feel that in order
for Jaz to fully recover,

he needs to deal with
certain emotional problems.

- Yeah.

You can't blame
Evangeline and me

for the way
the boy turned out.

We were good parents.

I mean, we didn't
just give him things.

We--we gave him love,

plenty of love.

But there was always something
not quite right about the boy

from the very first day

that we brought him home
from the orphanage.

- Jaz was adopted?

- Oh, yes.

My wife and I
couldn't have children.

We adopted three.

- Have you ever tried
to find out more

about Jaz's birth parents?

- Yes, the father
died in prison.

The mother lived
in Morrisville.

Whether she still
lives there, who knows?

- Mr. Hoyt, could I have
the information

about Jaz's
birth parents?

- Certainly.

- Drink your juice.

- No.
- Drink your juice.

- No!

- Drink the goddamn juice.

- No, bitch!

Get the fuck
out of my face!

- Jessica, one of the hardest
things about working in Oz

is trying to separate
the man from his crime.

If you can't do that,
even with Jaz Hoyt,

you shouldn't be here.

- I'm--I'm sorry.

You're right, as usual.

Let me--let me
make it up to you.

Are you--
are you free for lunch?

- No, actually.

I'm in the middle of trying
to locate Hoyt's birth mother.

- Why?

- I want to know
where Hoyt came from.

- In order to save him?

- Well, yes.

- You are a remarkable man, Ray.

You are a saint.
- Hardly.

- Well, if you won't have lunch
with me, how about dinner?

You haven't eaten unless
you've tasted my roast chicken.

I won't take no
for an answer.

- All right,
I'd be delighted.

- Great.

7:30?

- He was only one day old
when I gave him up for adoption.

My boyfriend had just
been sent to prison,

and my parents thought that
I should have a chance at life.

Buster was a real bastard.

You should excuse me, Father,
but he was a slimeball.

My husband, John,

he's a sweet, sweet man.

I gotta tell you,

I'm real nervous
about seeing my son.

I actually thought
to call and cancel.

- I'll be with you
every step.

- Thank you.

- Mrs. Oppenheimer,

Jaz is in an extremely
volatile mental state.

He may say terrible,
terrible things.

- I have no expectations,
Father.

I only hope that...

I hope that my visit
can help make my son whole.

- Are you ready, Jaz?

- Uh-huh.

- Hi.
- Mama, hello.

- Well, we'll see you
at 12:00 noon tomorrow then.

Excellent.

Thanks again
for everything.

Okay, goodbye.

- Working late?

- Well, yes.

- I've been trying to do
what you suggested,

to separate the man
from the crime,

but I don't know, I see Hoyt
every day in the hospital ward,

and the two seem
to be intertwined.

- There are many,
many places

looking for
qualified nurses, Jessica.

I could help you.

- Well, then we would
never see each other.

- Look, I'm certainly not your
only reason for working in Oz.

- Not my only reason, no,

but I have
so few close friends.

Here, let me.

- Please, stop that.

- Stop what?

- Stop touching me.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- No, I'm sorry that
I can't be more to you.

- What do you mean?

- I took a vow of celibacy.

- Cel--

do you--

How dare you?

I am a good
Catholic woman.

I have been all my life.
- That's not what--

- How dare you
have such thoughts?

My son was right
about you,

you are nothing but a fucking
slanty-eyed mongrel!

- You do something for me;
kill Timmy Kirk.

- What the--
- Ahh!

- Ugh!

- Ray, Ray.
Listen to this.

After his mother left,
Jaz Hoyt really opened up.

He told me it was
the Reverend Cloutier

who ordered him to kill
Timmy Kirk the first time.

- Well, how is
that possible?

Cloutier was
in the burn unit.

He was barely able
to make sounds,

let alone speak.

- Well, he says that Cloutier
appeared to him in his cell

looking
completely normal.

- An apparition?

- Afterward, when he was
sent to solitary,

his biker buddies
decided to take revenge.

They went to the burn unit
and carried Cloutier away.

- To where?

- Well, Hoyt says
that's the one fact

he will reveal
only to you.

- Where did they take
the reverend Cloutier?

- If I tell you,

the other bikers,
they'll kill us both.

- Hoyt, I need to know.

- Okay.

- Here's a story,
and it's true.

A male prisoner

at the Muskegon Correctional
Facility in Michigan

sexually assaulted
the three-year-old daughter

of a woman
who was visiting him.

As a result,

the State DOC came up
with the harshest,

most restrictive
visiting policies

of anywhere
in the country,

which included
the banning of all minors,

even family members.

So you see,
one man's fuck-up

fucked up
everybody else's happiness.

- Redding, I have
to talk to you.

I feel guilty lying
to my brothers,

telling them
the book binding machinery

was destroyed
by accident.

- Did you get your check
from the insurance company?

So none of you all
lost any money,

which you sure as shit would
have when the company folded.

- The money is
not the issue.

You committed a criminal act,
and I'm benefitting from it.

I have to do
something.

- Whatever you do will
destroy your reputation

with your brothers
over there.

Can you live
with that?

- You gonna tell me
what that was all about?

- I was coming
to see you next,

to make
a full confession.

- I'm all ears,
as they say.

- The accident which destroyed
the book-binding machinery

was not an accident.

Burr Redding
is responsible.

- Why jabber now?

- Because I feel guilty.

I disgraced the memory
of Kareem Said.

Each night
when I pray,

the words become more
and more hollow.

My soul is in peril.

- I have to punish you.

Officer.

Take him back
to Em City,

put him
in the cage.

- I don't know what you're
talking about, McManus.

I haven't been anywhere near
that book-binding machinery.

- Arif says
you sent someone.

- Arif is delusional.

- What's going on?

- I'm afraid you're gonna have
to find a new foreman, Donna.

Redding's taking an early
retirement in solitary.

- You got no proof.

- Arif's word is
good enough for me.

Get him out of here.

- Uh, Tim,

I just signed
a new contract

with a major magazine
publishing house.

I need Burr.
- I'm sorry.

- Isn't there some deal
we can work out?

- No, no deals!

This is not a negotiation,
this is Oz!

- Here's a story,
and it's true.

The Wisconsin DOC has banned
all sexually explicit materials

received by prisoners
through the mail.

These include the swimsuit issue
of "Sports Illustrated,"

copies of "Vanity Fair,"
"Maxim," and "Rolling Stone,"

as well as various motorcycle
and fitness magazines.

Also banned
was a photograph

of Michelangelo's
Sistine Chapel.

The DOC Felt
the nude paintings

that adorn
the Vatican's ceiling

could, quote,
"impede rehabilitation."

- chucky.
- Hey, hey.

- You make the call?

- Yeah, I made the call.

- And our mutual friend?

- He gave the okay.

- You know, Angelo and I have
done a lot of business together.

In fact, at every club
I've opened,

your nephew has been
like a silent partner.

- I don't intend
to be so silent.

- You need to mellow out,
big man.

You ever done D?

On me.

Pass it out
to your boys.

You see, Chulo,

it's as easy
as one, two, three,

dial me a dago.

- Where'd you
get that?

- From Torquemada.

You ever been
to one of his clubs?

- Nope.

Never got past
the velvet ropes.

Uh-uh.

You better slow up
on them things, man.

- I got into Dino's once.

The lights,

the sounds,

and the women.

- Yo, Chico,
settle down, man.

The guard's going to put your
ass in the restraining chair.

- Torquemada says he's going
to start giving destiny

to the fuckin' hacks
too, man.

Whoo!

What's going on?

What's going on?

Where am I?

Shit.

- It's okay.

- Stop, don't touch me,
don't, don't!

Don't finger me,
don't, aah!

Get it off--
get it off of me!

- Yo!

- All right.
Pulse... right away.

- Shake down!

- Fuck! Fuck!

- Let's go, let's go!

- What's this?

- You seem down.

- Yeah.

A guy...

Overdosed.

- Close friend?

- You know, in Oz,

you don't
have friends.

You have people that
look the same as you.

Wolfgang had the Aryans.

And me, well...

I've mostly
been a loner.

- Me too.

It's funny, I used to dread
coming here to visit Wolfgang.

But I don't anymore.

- Merry Christmas,
motherfucker.

- You've had your last meeting
with Cathy Jo Cutler.

The girl is being
talked to right now.

- If you hurt her--
- What?

You'll get your drugged-out
Latino pals to come at me?

- No, no, no, no.
Just you and me, carajo.

- And ruin your chances
for parole,

all because of a cheap,
stupid cunt

who doesn't
know her place?

- I had a little run-in
with the Aryans.

We worked it out.
- Yeah, I can see that.

- Listen, I know you're gonna
want to help, McManus,

but it'd be better for me
and for my parole

if this little incident
just disappeared.

- Miguel.

- Look, the reason
why we fought

ain't gonna
come back again.

Schillinger's
gonna see to that.

Whatever you do,
he's gonna make matters worse.

- Okay.

But the good news is Luis Ruiz
has agreed to see you.

- How did you do that?

- Well, like everything else
in life, took persistence.

- Ah.

- Ouch.

That looks
painful, baby.

- It's okay.

- I've got a new shipment
of d-tabs coming in today.

- So?

- So, since Guerra went whacky,
hacks are making it tougher

for me to move the merchandise
through the system.

I need your help.

Why me?

- McManus trusts you.

- Listen to me.

I don't know how many times
I'm going to have to tell you

until it actually penetrates
that little piñata

you've got for a brain.

I don't want any part
of your bullshit.

- You're so fuckin' sexy.

- Get your hands off of me.
- I like straight boys best.

- You know what?

Here's one straight boy
you ain't gonna bending over.

Leave me alone.

Ugh, that's disgusting.

- Now remember,
if you want to get paroled,

you've got to convince Ruiz
that you're sincere.

Are you ready?
- Yeah.

Hello, Mr.. Ruiz.

- I don't have a lot
of time, Alvarez.

Say what you've got to say.

- Luis, we agreed that you two
would have a conversation,

that you would
spend a few minutes

getting to know
each other.

- Alone.

- Yeah.

Okay, I'll be
right outside.

- Mr. Ruiz.

Sorry I hit you
at the last parole hearing.

- Why are you sorry?

I was an asshole,

deliberately
provoking you

to see if you can
handle yourself.

You failed.

- I know.

But...
- But what, Alvarez?

Sorry don't cut it.

"I've turned myself around,
I said three Hail Marys."

Bullshit.

- It's not bullshit.

I am improving.

- I know you, Alvarez.

I grew up on
the same streets.

I've seen hot-headed
dicks like you

give every Latino
a bad name.

Well, the final score
is this.

You aren't
getting out of Oz,

not in three years,

not in 30, not ever.

Oh, we'll still go
through the procedure,

but that's so each time
your number comes up,

I can see how much
you've ripened.

I'm going to watch
you ripen until you rot.

That's right,
hit me again.

Go on.

- Miguel?

Miguel.

- Guess who's
your new roommate?

I knew you'd
be thrilled.

You want to help me
make my bed, sugar?

- Hey.

Let me
tell you something.

Hey, you may have
wined and dined,

hired and fired,
bought and sold,

and I may have never
done nothing with my life,

but there is no way--

hear me?

No way that I'm ever
going to be your bitch.

- Miguel, dumpling,

I don't want you
to be my bitch.

I have
a little confession.

I'm a virgin.

That's right,

I've never had sex
with man, woman,

fish or foul.

Now, you're thinking,
"I've heard about the orgies."

At my clubs, yes,

my home, quite a scene,

but I myself
never indulge.

I provide
a pleasurable environment,

the necessary ambrosia,

then I let nature
take its course,

and I watch.

- Lights out!

- So I don't want
to fuck you.

That would be
to common.

No, Miguel Alvarez,

I want to be you.

- You want
to be me, huh?

You know what?

You're welcome to it.

I'm so tired.

I'm tired of trying.

I'm tired
of the walls.

The lies,

the fear.

The death.

I'm so tired.

You got one
of those d-tabs?

You want
to party, baby?

Keep them
d-tabs running.

- Here's a story,
and it's true.

The Oregon legislature

passed a law authorizing
the state DOC

to charge inmates
for costs associated

with their imprisonment.

We're talking such
luxury items as medical care,

administrative expenditures,
room and board,

which they estimate
costs $65.00 a day,

or $25,000
a year per prisoner.

Given that Oregon
pays those incarcerated

only $10.80 a week
for work,

you could end up
leaving prison in debt,

and then be forced
to commit a crime, you know,

in order to make restitution
which, of course,

could lead you
back to prison

where you'd have to pay.

Huh.

I guess you'd call that
a vicious circle.

Give it up, boys.

- Sister Pete,
this is Noel Behn

from the society
for prisoners' rights.

- Oh, hello.

- Good to meet you, Sister.
- Come on in.

- I asked Noel here to talk over
the Lemuel Idzik case.

- What's to talk about?

He confessed to
the murder of Omar White,

was sentenced
to death.

- I think the case should be
reviewed by the appeals court.

- Why?

- Idzik's lawyer slept
through most of the trial,

and the judge
said nothing.

- Justice by
assembly line.

- And Idzik
made no protest?

- The man's indifference
to his own fate suggests

some sort of
mental instability.

We'd like you
to determine the extent.

- Well, you know me,

if there's a way to get
somebody out of death row,

I will find it.

- I wanted Omar White
to exterminate me.

When he refused,
I killed him,

knowing
I'd be sent here,

that the State would do
what Omar wouldn't.

- So all of this is an elaborate
way to commit suicide?

- You could say that.

- Is that why you
killed Kareem Said?

- No.

That was revenge.

- Revenge?

What did Kareem Said
do to you?

Lemuel, clearly you have
made a choice to die.

Don't go to your grave without
anyone understanding the reason.

What did Kareem do to you

that was so terrible?

- He bought me
a cup of coffee

at an outdoor cafe
in Istanbul.

That was before
he'd converted to Islam.

He was young,
arrogant,

brilliant.

We had a casual
conversation,

during which he told me
about stardoom,

about...
nightfall,

you know, about how
the universe would end.

He was laughing
about it.

But his words...

Cut into my heart.

His words...

ravaged my soul!

His words...

Killed me!

- And you killed him.

- Bizarre, isn't it,

how one man's
chatty conversation,

how one man's laughter
can level someone else.

When he walked away
from that table,

he probably forgot
about what we discussed.

He certainly
forgot who I was.

It was a moment, you know,
one of many for him.

But for me, it was the most
significant moment of my life.

And I can't help think
that by shooting Kareem Said,

I kept myself from doing
something far worse.

- The death sentence
of Lemuel Idzik,

convicted of killing
a fellow inmate

at the Oswald
correctional facility

was overturned today.

- What?
- Motherfucker!

- Come in.

Come in.

Listen...

I know you
want to die.

The irony is, in Em City
you probably will,

shanked, suffocated...

OD'd.

You know,
I was remembering

at Leo Glynn's funeral

why I built this place,

why I wanted to create
a better life for these guys.

It's because
most likely,

they'll never have
any other kind of life.

I've heard all about
your doomsday scenarios.

The sun will cool,
the planets will darken,

man will
become extinct.

Well, I say,
okay, so what?

That won't happen for another
10 billion years or so.

We're alive now.

I mean,
we live in the now.

We have to grab the now
with both hands.

We have to move
through the light,

be warmed by the sun

while we can.

- And what about
the darkness?

- Shit, I don't know.

I mean, someone or something
set this whole thing spinning.

I've got to believe

that there's
a reason that we live

and a reason
that we leave.

- To believe is to live,
Mr. McManus.

Consider
yourself lucky.

- Some days I do.

- Yo.

- Dad's coming to visit?

- Well, not visit,

exactly.

- Hey, yo, Dad, check it out.
Look at that, huh?

Look at me
and my new best friend.

- Don't use me
to taunt your father.

- Why not, man?
You hate him as much as I do.

- No, I never knew the man.

I just heard the stories
from your mom.

- Yeah, well, she's just
got the abridged version.

I've got 35 years
of gory details.

You fuckin' asshole.

What's that word called for
when a son kills his father?

- Patricide.

- Yeah, patricide.

I like
the sound of that.

- You always did
look good in gray.

- What do you want,
slut?

- I assume you've
heard that Cyril's

latest appeal
was denied.

- Yeah, he fries
on Sunday.

- Sheamus, I want you
to visit him.

I want you to tell Cyril
how much you loved him.

- You mean lie?

- That's something you've
always been good at.

- What do I get
in return?

- The peace of mind
that your son

went to his death
with a little comfort.

- I'll leave
the hand-holding to you.

He'll get
no comfort from me.

- Forget the beatings,

forget the verbal abuse
growing up.

Let's just focus on the
electroshock therapy, shall we?

Putting Cyril
through all that torment--

- They said it was
the best treatment.

- Oh, I am sure
that was your concern.

- Fuck you!

- You know,
the saddest thing, Sheamus,

is that you had
two wonderful sons

and you destroyed
them both.

When you die,

when you're looking
for a little comfort,

there will be no one
there who gives a shit.

- Why don't you go suck off
your nigga boyfriend?

- Hey, Skillinger.
- Schillinger.

- Sorry.

I got a job
needs to be done,

and I got the cash
to pay for it.

- Yeah, what job?

- Kill Jahfree Neema.

- No, thanks.

- I said I can pay!

- Yeah.
And I said no.

Why don't you get your boy
Ryan to do the deed?

- Come on, Skillinger--
- It's Schillinger!

Just move
the fuck on.

Seven-card bill.

- Hello there,
brother man.

- O'Reily, I got
no quarrel with you.

- Oh, yes, you do.

Oh!

- Hey!
Get off, get off!

Get off!
Fuck, Jesus Christ!

- we're almost finished.

There we go.
Okay.

Still, I'm keeping you here
until we take the stitches out.

- Guess you're not as quick
as you used to be, huh, dad?

- Get the fuck
away from me.

- Hey, pal, I got no interest
in changing your bed pan.

I just thought
you should know

that tomorrow's
Cyril's execution,

and so far the courts
refuse to step in.

- Mm-hmm.

- You really don't
give a shit, do you?

- I don't give a shit about
anything I can't control.

- Then you must not
care about anything.

- Will you get
the fuck away from me?

- Ryan!
- Yo.

- Come here, please.

- You tell me you want to be
an orderly to help people?

- Not him.

Hey, tomorrow Cyril's
going to die, all right?

You can trace back all the shit
that's come down

and dear ole fuckin' dad
is at the center.

- Maybe so, but that still
doesn't justify

what you're plotting, Ryan,

no more than it did when
you had Cyril kill my husband.

I watch you
care for your brother.

And you're so warm
and so sweet with him,

and then you get this
look in your eye--

this dangerous,
terrifying look.

There are moments
when I forgive you

for what you've done,

and others
when I can't.

And I want to
forgive you, Ryan.

Help me to do that.

- How?

- Promise me that no harm
will come to your father.

Please.

Let's just both put
the past in the past.

- Here's a story,
and...

It's true.

Last year, the United States
Supreme Court Justice

Antonin Scalia criticized
the Catholic Church's opposition

to the death penalty.

He believes
Catholic judges

who don't support
capital punishment

should resign.

A devout Catholic himself,
Scalia has not demanded

judges who support
the church's stand

on abortion
should resign.

- Lopresti told me
Dad got stabbed.

- Don't worry about Dad.

- Is he gonna be okay?

- Dr. Nathan's taking
good care of him.

- I like Dr. Nathan.

- Me too.
Me too.

- That man's
taking notes again.

- I told you,

that's because this time
you're going to get

that special
ECT treatment.

- Right. Finally.

- Show time.

Any word from
the lawyer?

See ya, Ryan.

- Yeah, I'll see ya.

- "Yea, though I walk
through the valley

"of the shadow of death,
I will fear now evil,

"for thou art with me.

"Thy rod and thy staff,
they comfort me.

"Thou preparest
a table before me

in the presence
of mine enemies.

Thou anointeth
my head with oil."

- "My life, and I will dwell
in the house of the Lord,

forever."

- Mom?
Mom?

Mom, what's happening?

Mom, what's--
what are they doing?

Ryan!

Ryan, Ryan!

- Ryan.

Ryan.

- I want to see Cyril.

- You're too late.

- I did the best
I could for him,

and you, growing up.

I tried!

But I never
caught a break.

Nothing ever went my way,
not one single time.

And the day that...

Your sister...

died...

was the day I found out
that Tessie had cancer.

I was scared.

- You were afraid?
- Yeah.

I don't want to die.

Don't leave me, Ryan,
please, son.

I don't want to die alone.

Please.

- Don't worry.

I won't let
that happen.

I'm not going
anywhere, Dad.

- Uh, is everybody ready?

James would like
to address everybody.

- Well...

What I have
to say is goodbye.

As of today, I'll be
transferring to Unit F.

See, I'm HIV positive.

Initially I blamed Cutler,
the guy who raped me,

but the truth is,

this is my fault,

because all the times
I had unprotected sex,

thinking
I'd never be the one

to catch my dick
in the zipper.

And even though I know
I'm going to live a long time,

I also know

this didn't
have to happen.

Anyway,

I'm glad I got to spend
some time with you guys,

to see through
the window both ways.

- What the fuck
are you doing here?

- Believe me, Vern,

I wouldn't have come
unless I absolutely had to.

- How's the kike?

- Irv's fine,
sends his love.

- Dad's dying.

Lung cancer.

All those Chesterfields
finally caught up with him.

He goes in and out
of consciousness,

but when he's awake,
he asks for you.

- Horse shit.

- You and I haven't been in
the same room for 20-odd years,

but I felt I should come,

see if you had a message
for the old man.

- Message?

I've hated him
all my life.

- Well, no reason
to stop now.

I have been corresponding
with Carrie's folks in Montana,

sending money
for the baby.

They mailed me pictures
of Jewel's first birthday.

I thought you
might like them.

- Greta...

What I did,

shutting you out
after your wedding,

I had to.

- And I despised you
for decades,

but now all
I can say is shalom.

Shalom, Vern.

- Agent Taylor.

- Mr. Beecher,
please sit down.

How's it going?

- Fine.

- How's your daughter,
Holly?

You know,
the reason I ask is

one of the few joys
of this job

is reuniting kidnapped children
with their parents.

- She's adjusting,
all things considered.

- It must be tough on her,
though--I mean,

you out of prison one day,
back inside the next.

How would you like another
chance at being paroled?

I can make it happen.

- How?

- If you cooperate with us
we'll see to it

that this latest charge
against you evaporates.

- If this is about Keller
murdering Brice Tibbetts--

- That's a dead issue.

But Keller did kill
two other men,

Byam Lewis
and Mark Carocci.

And Keller's
got an ego,

and I'm sure that in some point
in your time together,

he must have
mentioned something.

- You mean come out
and admitted his guilt?

No, he's too sly for that.

- But he suggested
his complicity.

- Yes.

- You see,
that could be enough,

if you and I figure out
how to phrase it correctly.

- Like you did
with Jerry Heeken?

- Heeken's a punk.

But you're a former lawyer
with children.

- That Keller
fucked up the ass.

- You're back in Oz
because of him.

You testify,
you go free.

He dies.

- What is it
about Keller,

Agent Taylor,
that obsesses you?

- I want justice
for those murdered men.

- Look, I may have
been disbarred,

but there's still enough
lawyer in me to know

that justice doesn't
come through deceit

by my rephrasing
what Keller said.

- He's guilty!

- I know.

- Freedom, Beecher.

Tucking your little girl,
Holly, in at night.

- Oh, that's a nice touch.
- What's that?

- Making sure he saw us
talking together.

- Will you cooperate?

I have to think about it.

- Well, don't
take too long.

Now, that he's seen us
chatting together,

he'll start to sweat,

wondering whether you're
going to give him up or not.

To guarantee your silence,
he might do something nasty.

- So the little stroll
wasn't to scare him,

it was to scare me.

Jesus, you cover
every angle, don't you?

- I try.

- Now look,
tonight's your big premiere,

and Beecher's
big finale.

I've got a little
opening night present for you.

Right before
your fight scene,

instead of handing
you the prop knife,

I'm gonna give you
a real one.

You get to stab
that sucker right there

on stage in front
of everybody.

And all we say is, like,

"It was an accident."

- So, if I tell Taylor
what he wants to hear,

I'll be home
in a matter of weeks

while Keller heads
back to death row,

marking off
the calendar.

- And all you have to do
is subvert the truth.

The question is...

can you live the rest
of your life knowing

it was built on a lie?

- But it's not
a lie exactly.

I mean,
Keller is guilty.

- Yes, but it hasn't
been proven.

Your saying that
he said something

he didn't say
is not proof.

Tobias, we live
in a nation of laws,

some of which
are inspired

and some of which
are just lousy.

But we can't
abandon our moral code

whenever
it's convenient.

Then we might as well
just open all the gates

of all the prisons.

- I want to be
with my children.

- My dear Tobias,

in all my years
sitting across that desk,

I have learned
one thing.

Most people who come
to me with a problem

have already made up their minds
how they'll proceed.

They're just here hoping
I'll agree with them,

hoping I'll make them
feel better.

I can't do that with you.

I gotta go.

Tonight's opening
night of "Macbeth."

I have to get ready.

Miguel,
are you okay?

- Just a little
opening night jitters,

a little cotton--
cotton mouth.

- Okay.
You set?

- Let's make
theatrical history.

- All right.
You guys ready?

- I'm so excited
I'm gonna bust my buttons.

- Don't do that,
it's a rental.

All right, everybody,
we worked hard,

so now's the time
to have fun.

So, if you flub a line,
just keep going.

If you miss a cue,
don't panic.

I'm very proud
of all of you.

Break a leg.

- Have a good show,
Beecher.

- Miguel,
dim the house lights.

Good evening,

and welcome
to the premiere production

of the Oswald players.

Before we begin, there are
a few changes in the program.

The second Weird Sister
will be played by Reggie Rawls

instead of
Chico Guerra.

Banquo will be played
by Tom Smeeding

instead of
Agamemnon Busmalis.

And Norman Duttweiler
will play King Duncan

instead of
Burr Redding.

I would also like to say
that Warden Leo Glynn

was a great supporter
of bringing the arts to Oz,

and so, we dedicate
tonight's performance

in his memory,

and also to the memory
of Cyril O'Reily.

Thank you.

They spent some money
on this shit.

- When shall we three
meet again?

In thunder,
lightning or in rain?

- When the hurlyburly's done,

when the battle's lost and won.

- That will be
the set of sun.

- Where the place?
- Upon the heath.

There to meet with Macbeth.

- Everlasting bonfire...

- Anon! Anon!

I pray you, remember
the porter!

- Hie thee hither,

that I may pour
my spirits in thine ear

and chastise with
the valor of my tongue

all that impedes thee
from the golden round

which fate
and metaphysical aid...

- Miguel.

- Doth seem to have
three crowned withal.

- what is thy name?

- Thou'lt be afraid
to hear it.

- No, though thy callest
thyself a hotter name,

than any is in hell.

- My name's Macbeth.

- Toby, I've got a plan,
a way to get Schillinger

out of our lives
forever.

- I don't want to hear it.

- Toby--
- Just give me my prop.

- Thou was born of women,
but swords I smile at,

weapons laugh to scorn,

brandished by man
that's of a woman born.

- Turn!

Hellhound, turn!

- Of all men else
I have avoided thee.

But get thee back.

My soul is too much charged
with blood of thine already.

- I have no words.

My voice is in my sword,

thou bloodier villain
than terms can give thee out.

man: Stick him, stick him!

- You're a dead man,
sweetpea.

That cocksucker.

- Dr. Nathan!

- That motherfucker's dead.

- Hey, get back!
Get the fuck back!

- As you know,
we're investigating

what happened on the stage.

Trying to determine
whether Schillinger's death

was accidental
or intentional.

- Chris Keller says
he handed you the knife

just before your entrance.

- How did a real knife
get on the prop table?

- I don't know.

- Suzanne Fitzgerald says
there were no problems

during the rehearsals.

- Schillinger and Keller
seemed very friendly.

They were horsing around
and stuff.

- What about Beecher?

- He--he seemed fine.

Distant, but not in
the least bit confrontational.

- All of which jibes
with the statement you made

immediately after
you stabbed Schillinger.

Do you have anything
to add at this time?

- No, sir.

- Okay.

We've decided to rule
that Schillinger's death

was accidental.

- You're coming back
to Em City.

- Thank you.

Thank you, all.

What are you
doing here?

- I asked Querns
to transfer me back.

I guess he
convinced McManus.

Even made us roomies.

- No.
- Yeah.

- Nothing's changed, Chris.

- I know, you've got
the top bunk just like before.

- I mean my feelings
haven't changed.

I'm gonna
go to McManus,

ask him to move me
to another pod,

- Toby.
- Move me to Gen Pop.

- Toby, goddamn it.

- Look, will you get it
through your head,

I don't want you
in my life.

- After everything
I've done for you.

- Yeah, like almost getting me
sent to death row.

- Hey, if it weren't
for me, pal,

you'd be in the morgue
instead of Schillinger.

- Maybe.
- Yeah.

- But if you think I got any
satisfaction out of killing him,

you're wrong.

You don't know
me at all.

- I don't know you?

I know you're free
of that Nazi fuck.

- No, I'm not.

No more free than
I am of his two sons,

or Metzger
or Cathy Rockwell.

Chris, after six years
in this place,

I'm not sure about
anything anymore.

Heaven, justice...

Truth.

The only thing I believe in
is life.

Every life
is precious.

Not just
yours or mine,

but every single person
on the planet who's breathing,

their lives
are precious.

And the loss of
a single life, even in Oz,

is my loss too.

- Well, that's bullshit.

The only thing
that matters is you and me.

- I don't expect you
to understand.

You kill for sport.

- I don't understand?

I'm not the one who
got here by accident, pal.

I kill
because I have to.

I kill what stands
in my way,

like the Aryans.

- What?

What about the Aryans?

- They're no threat
to us anymore.

I took care of that.

- How?
How'd you take care of it?

- Never mind, kiss me.

- Wait.

Answer me
this first, okay?

I want you
to be honest, okay?

Did you purposely
fuck up my parole?

- Toby, I couldn't face
the rest of my life

living in here
without you.

Don't you see?
I did what I did out of love.

- If you really love me,

then leave me alone.

- I can't.

- Listen to me.
Listen to me.

I loved alcohol.

I loved heroin.

I had to put them behind me
because they were poison.

Death.

You are death.

Let me live.

- I can't.
- Motherfucker!

- Toby, I love you.

Beecher, don't!

- No!

No!
- No!

God is a funny fellow,
Sister.

See, I decided this morning
to cooperate with the FBI

to help them
convict Keller.

- Oh?

- And now,
with Keller dead,

that opportunity
is gone,

and with it,
my chance for freedom.

In fact, I may be
facing the death penalty

for Keller's murder.

- You didn't push him,
did you?

- No.

- Well, let's hope this time
the truth works for you.

- You know, he said he did
what he did out of love.

- Oh, love is used

as an excuse
for so many things.

- No.

He really did
love me, Sister.

- Yes.

- And I loved him.

When God was
designing the universe,

why did he make
something so wonderful

so fucking painful?

- I think he thought
we could handle it.

- Beecher.

I'm going to move you
back to Unit J.

I'm concerned
about the Aryans

taking revenge on you
for Schillinger.

- I said the same thing
to Keller, and he said,

"Don't worry,
I've handled the Aryans."

- What did he mean by that?

- Hey, Andenaur,
check it out.

You got a package.

- Hmm, no name,

no return address.

What the fuck is this?
- I don't know.

- They're all dead?
- Yes, plus two C.O.'s.

- From what?
- I'm not sure, but it could be

any number of toxins
or chemicals.

I cordoned off the area,
but I've got to tell you,

this is way beyond
my expertise.

- What do we do?

- Call the state
bio-terrorism unit,

and clear out
the entire complex, fast!

- Proceed immediately
to level one,

emergency evacuation.

- Where are we going
to take them?

- Beats the shit
out of me.

All I've been told is

the move is temporary.

We'll be back,
someday.

- Emergency evacuation.

- I said everybody out!

- Come on, move it!

- Let's go! Let's go

- Let's go!

- Give me a blanket!
- Shut up and move!

- Let's go,
Come on, let's go!

- All right, come on.
Come on.

- Back of the bus first.

Move to the back
of the bus.

- Count!

- A lot of people thought
we'd never reopen Emerald City.

- Came out like
nothing was happening...

- I killed a man.

- Fuck you.
- Help!

- Lights out, O'Reily.

- Settle down!

- Officer!

- The bikers, the Christians,
the gays...

- Follow routine.

- We tell you when to sleep,
when to eat,

when to piss.

- So, what have
we learned?

What's the lesson
for today,

for all the never-ending days
and restless nights in Oz?

That morality
is transient?

That virtue cannot exist
without violence?

That to be honest
is to be flawed?

That the giving
and taking of love,

both debases
and elevates us?

That God or Allah or Yahweh
has answer to questions

we dare not even ask?

The story is simple.

A man lives
in prison and dies.

How he dies,
that's easy.

The who and the why
is the complex part,

the human part,

the only part worth...

knowing.

Peace.