All language subtitles for Oz (1997) - S04E07 - A Town Without Pity (576p DVD x265 Panda)-eng

Some big high-roller once said:

''The business of America
is business.''

l'm happy to report the criminal justice
business is booming.

With heavy industry headed south,

small towns are battling
for state contracts

to build correctional facilities.

Who'd have thunk it?

Nice, upstanding citizens
begging to have rapists,

drug dealers and murderers
right in their own backyard.

How is your brother?

The doctor said he's
fully recovered from the overdose.

They're gonna keep him in
hospital overnight for observation.

- But Cyril's gonna be fine.
- Praise the Lord.

Hey, O'Reily,
sorry to hear about your girlfriend.

Who's his girlfriend? Adebisi?

Dr. Nathan.

She took a leave of absence.

Apparently, she almost
choked to death

when our boy, Ryan here,
came in her mouth.

Fuck you!

- Bring it on!
- Fuck you!

What the fuck are you cuffing me for?
l didn't start shit.

Shut your fucking face, O'Reily!

Eat me, you goddamn clit.

- l'll take this one.
- Okay.

Fuck you.

Crazy? Goddamn it. Fuck.

Just stay down. Stay the fuck down.

Blow me.

- Again?
- Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Rabbi.

So, feeling better?

A dead man
needs to cover all his options.

You sure you're a dead man?

Mr. Querns, sometime after you
send me back to Em City,

a day, a week maybe, O'Reily
will have found a way to kill me.

l like you, Stanislofsky.

l don't know why, but l do.

l can let you stay up here
for a few more days.

What good is going to come of that?

- Death is inevitable.
- Not necessarily.

l plan to have a little talk
with your old pal Ryan O'Reily.

You know,

l'm trying to eliminate violence
from Em City.

And doing an amazing job, sir.

Cut the crap.

When Stanislofsky returns,
if anything happens to him--

l mean, anything--

He cuts himself shaving,
l'm holding you responsible.

Hoyt's got the hots
for Stanislofsky, not me.

l don't care. You're responsible.

Understand?

lf Nikolai gets hurt when he gets back
to Em City, my ass is grass.

Right. Now get lost.

- Claire?
- Yeah?

- Baby?
- Yeah?

How much do you love me?

- Oh, plenty.
- Yeah? Enough to do anything l ask?

- Yeah.
- Yeah? That a girl. Come on.

Cyril, hey.

How you doing, huh? You okay?
You feeling better?

Yes.

- Good.
- O'Reily?

That certain someone
you asked me to enquire about?

He's coming back
to Em City tomorrow.

Stay right there.

- Shit.
- Ready for this?

- He asked Querns for a favour.
- What?

He wants to take a bath.

- There's no bathtubs in Oz.
- Hospital Therapy Room...

That's perfect.

You know what to do, right?

l'm here to pick up Stanislofsky.

Thanks.

You almost done?

Five minutes, please.
l'm enjoying myself.

l'll bet l can help you
enjoy yourself even more.

That's good.

How's that?

lt was never like this in gulag.

You men are alike.
So quick, so easily satisfied.

Most of you don't know dick
about making a woman happy.

- Ryan O'Reily does.
- Oh, really?

Here's a small token of his affection.

What is this?

A rubber ducky.

Rubber ducky?

Call the medic.
l think the Russian guy is dead.

Hey, Mr. Querns,

l heard about Stanislofsky.
lt's weird...

Guy dies
before he gets back to Em City.

Yeah.

Picasso, bend over.

Hey, Miles. Special delivery.

Paints, thank fucking Christ.
l'm almost out.

- lt's coming along real nice.
- Nice?

This is a masterpiece
of 21 st-century art.

This wall should be in the Louvre.

Hey, Schillinger,
next time try handing them to me.

Fuck you.

Lunch.

Hey, what you got, Leroy?

Chicken nuggets.

Again? Niggas know how
to Shake'n Bake anything else?

Yo, we got state dietary
guidelines to follow, dog.

Careful. You spilled my nuggets.

Fuck you.

- Time to go, Deyell.
- Go?

- Where's he going?
- Meeting with his lawyer.

You still trying to appeal
your death sentence, black boy?

Fuck you, bitch.

Man, they ain't never
gonna let you off.

No one's asking your opinion,
asshole.

Yeah, Miles,
give your mouth a rest, okay?

Judge Fee
has denied our appeal.

Shit. Shit.

Shit, Shit, Shit.

- ls there a problem?
- He's fine, officer. We're fine.

So, what's next?

We go to the state Supreme Court,

and appeal
the appellate court's decision.

How long is that gonna take?

Given the court's current caseload,
l'd say at least a year.

A year?

Dawn, l can't sit up on death row
another day, much less a fucking year.

l didn't create the system, Moses,

l just wallow in it.

Well, can't you drop some speed
on the process?

l don't even know
if they're gonna hear our case.

Chief Justice Ginther,
who was appointed by James Devlin,

tends to turn a deaf ear
to anything he considers

soft on crime.

So you're saying l'm fucked?

What l'm saying is
time may be on our side.

Rumour is,
Ginther's got prostate cancer.

He dies, retires, a new chief might
look at the death penalty differently.

And meanwhile?

Meanwhile, you're alive
for at least another year.

Make the best of a bad situation.

Hey, Deyell, you know how l'm always
calling you ''black boy''?

Well, while you were downstairs
with your legal beagle,

l thought, ''Shit, there's a whole bunch
of other names l can use.''

''Nigger,'' of course.

Or ''coon.''

''Jigaboo.''

''Spear chucker.''

But l settled on ''negro.''

Negro.

lt's got a kind of simplicity.

''Negro'' is the Spanish word for blacks.
A ''negro.''

Negro.

Negro.

Negro, negro, negro.

ldiot, move out of the way. ldiot.

lt goes like this. Faster.

See this? Now move.

Crybaby.

Prisoner number 96Z858, Eli Zabitz.

Convicted April 1 st, 1 996.

Aggravated assault.

Sentence, nine years.

Up for parole in six.

- Zabitz.
- Oh, Keller.

- No, no. Where you going?
- l gotta be somewhere.

No, you gotta be right here with me.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

How are your daughter's teeth?

Oh, l'm proud to say
every one is now a pearl.

l'm glad. That makes me happy

that you're able to provide
dental care before you die.

Die? l'm not-- Jesus, Keller.

Why don't you just sit down
and shut the fuck up?

You told Tobias Beecher
that l killed his kid.

Yeah, but Schillinger made me do it.

Regardless...

Soon you're gonna be
joining your ancestors.

lf you're gonna do it,

why tell me?

So you can get
your affairs in order,

and to watch you sweat.

Are you listening to me?

Keller says he's gonna whack me.

Will you get off my back?
You're ruining my concentration.

Listen, you gotta protect me.

Because if you don't protect me,
l'm going to the hacks,

and l'm gonna to tell them
you paid me to lie to Beecher.

Lower your voice.

You see what you made me do?
You're fucking up my game here.

Your game, huh?
This is my life we're talking about.

Look, l said l'd protect you from Keller.
l'll protect you, okay?

- Okay.
- Now buzz off.

Jesus.

l thought the Jews
were supposed to be tough.

That's just the lsraelis.

Kill him.

l'm gonna take that shot again.

Hello, Eli.

You know,
this room really isn't that safe.

l got stabbed here once myself.

Fuck, Keller, no.

Oh, thank God.

Get him.

Schillinger wants you dead.

What? Fuck.

Robson, this is my kill.

Take a fucking walk, Keller.

Please. Please don't kill me.

Please.

Fuck.

- Later.
- Later.

He dead?

Heart attack.

Jesus.

l told him you gotta
watch that red meat.

Beecher.

l'll see you.

You know,
you used to be addicted to alcohol,

then heroin.

But this obsession,

that's the worst,

and the most dangerous.

Toby,

l'm talking to you.

l like it when you're rough.

You're a slut, Beecher.
You'll sleep with anyone.

So?

So how does that sex make you feel?
You feel better about yourself?

No, worse.

Then why do it?

Because at least
l'm feeling something.

l prefer to be happy,

but self-hate will do in a pinch.

Don't hate yourself.

Why not?

My son is dead because of me.

My daughter's a mess
because of me.

And Keller...

Keller doesn't love me.

But l tried this new detergent,
it really seems to get the whites clean.

Hello, Chris.
l'm here about Beecher.

l get a half-hour in the gym,
you're eating into my time.

Will you just hear me out? Please.

- The man is dying inside.
- Well, that's not on me.

l'm not blaming you.

l'm asking you for your help
to turn him around.

The two of you had a relationship.

You had an intimate relationship.

Oh, come on, Father,

you can say it.

We fucked each other up the ass,
in the mouth--

No, no, not the fucking, the love.
The two of you loved each other.

Now, l know that is all over now.

But still, if you had
any real feelings for him,

l can't believe that you would sit by
and watch what's happening.

He tried to kill me.

You murdered my son!

And my relationship with Beecher--

lt started in brutality
and that's where it's ended.

Love was the smallest part.

l don't really believe
that you believe that.

You don't?

Where do you live, Father?
Where do you live?

ln a rectory at St. Margaret's.

- A rectory. Only men live there, right?
- Yeah.

You share common experiences,
a common belief.

You accept each other's
eccentricities, flaws--

Some flaws are
unacceptable like, say,

one priest wants to fuck another.

- Oh, Keller--
- You said, ''Hear me out.''

l mean, l'm just asking
for the same courtesy.

Okay.

Unless, of course,
l'm hitting too close to home.

- You never have, have you?
- What?

- Fucked a fellow priest?
- No.

- Ever wanted to?
- No.

Oh, come on.
You share a bathroom together.

You walk in and some seminarian's
tight, little ass is hanging out.

Keller, l see what you're up to.

You want me to do
the honourable thing,

the selfless thing.

Say, ''l'll help Beecher out.''

Hey, Mukada,

we're in Oz.

And like l said, other rules apply.

Now according to the code
we got here,

l'm not expected to save Beecher.

l mean, fuck,
l'd be breaking that code if l did.

lt only takes one man
to change the way things are.

Yeah?

Well, l'm not that man.

Seven out of ten inmates
are from cities,

but 90 percent of the prisons
themselves are in rural areas.

You know, farmland,
hillsides, forests.

Now, you'd think such
bucolic surroundings

would have a calming effect
on those inside.

But no.

Out in the wild,

things only get wilder.

Tobias, we have bad news.

Bad news? Gee, that's a change.

Hank Schillinger got off on the
murdering and the kidnapping charges.

What?

- You mean he's free?
- Yes.

Evidently when the arrest was made,
the police didn't do something

that they were supposed to do
and the judge just let Hank go free.

On a technicality?

Yeah.

What happens next?

Nothing.
There's nothing that can be done.

Okay.

Tobias, aren't you gonna stay
and talk about this?

lf there's nothing to be done,
what is there to talk about?

Your anger.

Sister, you do not
wanna see my anger.

My anger is massive,
all-encompassing.

l'm not afraid.

Fine.

Where the fuck have you been
during all this shit?

- Tobias.
- What?

Let him talk.

l thought you actually cared,
but only if it doesn't get in the way

of your own fucking bullshit.

You are nothing but a selfish cunt.

Now can l go?

Yes, but think about something.

There's only one person
who really matters in all of this

and it's your daughter Holly.

Holly needs your strength.

She needs her father!

What is your name?

Hank.

Yo, Dad.

''Yo''? What kind of talk is that?

l was shitting in my pants.

l thought the Feds
had me by the balls.

They can't touch you, son.

Do you have any more cash?

l was thinking of going to Miami.

- Leaving town?
- For a while.

l was hoping we'd get to
spend some time together.

Well, yeah.

When l come back,
we'll do the father-son thing.

So what do you say?
Can you give me some more money?

Sure, anything you need.

Cool, cool.

l've arranged with the warden
for you to have regular visits

with your daughter.

We spoke to your parents,
and they've agreed

to bring Holly here
three times a week.

Twice after school and Saturdays.

You and she need the time together.

You need time to heal.

Mail.

Stop them.

l'm gonna kill you, motherfucker.

Well, l guess you heard
the good news about Hank.

Cocksucker.
You fucking cocksucker!

Take him to Em City!

You wait. You fucking wait.

Got quite a temper, doesn't he?

What do you want?

l'd like to have a chat
with Mr. Pancamo.

A chat?

Let me see
if he's in a chatting mood.

Nice shirt.

You can go in.

Mr. Pancamo,
thank you for seeing me.

l have to admit, l'm intrigued.

You and me ain't exactly paisans.

l need you to arrange something.

- Drugs?
- No.

Two of my children were kidnapped.

- My son, Gary, was killed.
- Yeah, l heard.

Schillinger's son, Hank, did it,

but the bastard got off
on a legal technicality.

That sucks.

He's out free...

And my son lies
rotting in the ground.

l want Hank Schillinger dead.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Are you asking me to set up the hit?

Yes.

Well, how do l know this isn't
some kind of a sting operation?

You working with the hacks
to fuck me over?

The only proof l have is this.

While you're taking care of Hank,

l'm gonna kill his father.

Okay, you got a deal.

A thousand for me,
a thousand for the job. Cash.

Okay.

Hey.

You gonna see your daughter?

Yup.

The first time since the kidnapping.

That'll be good for her and for you.

Listen,
l saw you talking with Pancamo.

- You saw me with Pancamo?
- Yeah.

lt doesn't take a rose cutter
to figure out what's in play.

You're gonna have
Hank Schillinger killed aren't you?

What's the matter?
Aren't you gonna deny it?

You know, you killed Andrew.
Schillinger's son.

He killed Gary, your son.
Now you wanna kill Hank?

Beecher, when is
all this madness gonna end?

After l kill Schillinger.

And then you will end up
on death row.

And what good are you gonna be
to your daughter then?

What good am l to her now?

Holly?

Oh, baby. How are you doing?

lt's so good to see you.

My beautiful girl.

l love my daughter.

- l know you do.
- l only want the best for her.

Of course.

She shouldn't have to carry
the weight of my mistakes.

- Excuse me, Mr. Pancamo.
- Hey, Beecher.

Thanks for the prompt payment.

l wish others lived by your example.

Look, l have thought it over
and l've changed my mind.

l want to call off the hit
on Hank Schillinger.

That's fine.

Except for one little thing.

You're too late.

He's dead?

- Bullet right through the brain.
- Oh, shit.

But don't worry,
they're never gonna find the body.

Never in a million years.

Hank Schillinger
has simply disappeared.

Time to go home, Rebadow.

Since l took over this unit,
violence has decreased by 92 percent.

Ninety-two percent.

That statistic would be higher
but for you, Rebadow,

trying to shank Busmalis
in the middle of the night.

l'm very sorry, sir, and l assure you
nothing like that will happen again.

Good. Because if it does,
l'm sending you to gen pop,

where they'll eat your ass for lunch.

Take off.

- You feel better now?
- Hey, killer.

Hey, killer.

Dog in the house.

Talk to God lately?

Watch out for Busmalis.

lf you come at me,
l'm ready to go down fighting.

No, no, no.

l apologise, Agamemnon,
l don't know what came over me.

lt was like l was
possessed or something.

l ask for your forgiveness.

Well...

Please.

Stop.

Just stop. Stop talking.

Mr. Querns, did the doctors figure
out what's wrong with Rebadow?

- Brain tumour.
- Oh, my God.

They're shipping him off to Benchley
Memorial for emergency surgery.

Before he goes, may l see him?

No.

He wanted me to shake his hand.

l didn't shake his hand.
Please, can l see him?

No.

We're here to pick up
Robert Rebadow.

Over there.

Hey, stop that.

Leave me alone.

- Leave me alone.
- Relax, pop.

l want somebody l know
to go with me.

On three. One, two, three.

l don't know you.

Dr. Nathan.

Dr. Nathan.

Busmalis.

Busmalis.

Mama.

Mama.

Mama.

The census bureau counts prisoners
just like they count everybody else.

But the census bureau
considers prisoners

as residents of the township
where the prison is located,

not where they lived
before they got convicted.

''So what?'' you say.

The state uses these numbers
to determine

where financial aid,
like poverty funds, are spent.

Some rinky-dink town upstate gets
a big, fat cheque, while the inner city,

where the money would keep people
from committing crimes,

gets zippity doo dah.

The census

is senseless.

You all wanted to see me?

Yeah, Adebisi's got a bug up his ass
about your friend Mobay.

- Look, l don't like him.
- Mobay's filled his quota.

He brought us five customers.
Leave him alone.

Which customers?

Look, Tidd and Browne, they gave us
the name of their new babies.

Mobay only knows them by face.

You actually seen him
sell tits to anybody?

No, no.

We got the cash. Who cares?

Could be undercover.

With the amount of shit he shoves
up his nose, no fucking chance.

Look, next time he sells,
l want you by his side.

- By his side.
- All right. You got it.

This hand sucks, man.

They insist on watching me
sell the drugs to somebody.

Only l can't legally do that.
So either way, l'm fucked.

Unless...

Call your lieutenant.

Have him bring in
another undercover detective.

You sell the drugs to another cop,
nobody gets hurt.

Warden, that's genius.

lf l'm such a genius,
how come l can't pick out a poster?

l mean,
none of them look like me.

See? l told you Mobay's okay.

Bruno Goergen
fell down an elevator shaft.

Yeah, freak accident.

No, he was pushed.

Wait, Mobay. Please, man.

Really?

l'm here to find out
who murdered him.

Any suggestions?

Nope.

You never saw Goergen
have any confrontations with anybody?

- No.
- And you never had any

confrontations with him yourself?

No.

Now you see,
that's not what l heard.

Look, lady, you can keep excavating,

but there are no secrets
buried in my brain.

l'll be back.

- Anything?
- Yeah, this one knows something.

l'm gonna let him sit there alone
for a while, see what percolates.

Where you been?

With a homicide detective,
avoiding her questions.

Relax.
She don't know nothing.

You ain't got no guilt
about what you did, do you?

Guilt?

We are both of us the same,
Mobay.

Cop killers.

Except every single day,

l wish l could take back what l done.

Goergen was a monster.

Yeah, it takes a monster
to kill a monster, right?

l guess so.

Peace, black man.

You wishing me peace?

Move out of my way.

You ain't going nowhere.

l see you went to Adebisi,
asked him to grease me.

ls that any way for a brother
to act towards another brother?

- Move.
- l could kill you right now.

But you won't.

Because Adebisi promised Querns
no violence in Em City.

- Move.
- Okay, Arif.

But watch where you walking.

You wouldn't want to get hit
from something

falling down from the sky,
now would you?

All right, everybody, let's go.

- Do you need something?
- Yes.

lmam,

l have committed a great sin.

l am no longer the lmam.

l have failed.

l have disgraced myself
and our faith.

And because of my blindness,

we are all in danger.

l know.

Lead us, Kareem.

No.

Stop hiding from who you are.

Stop hiding from
who God wants you to be.

ln the name of Allah,
l ask you, lead us.

Oh, Miss Sally.

- Oh, Miss Sally.
- Miss Sally, l love you.

Attention.

The following prisoners are
being transferred to Unit B:

94D696, Downing.

98M922, Masters.

96Z506, Zonioni.

Get your stuff,
follow Officer Howell out.

Let's go, ladies.

More white guys leaving Em City?

They're white, but they ain't guys.

Still, it's looking
pretty dark around here.

Yeah, l know what you mean.

Oh, Miss Sally.

Prisoner number 00B563,

Raymond Browne.

A.k.a. ''Mondo'' Browne.

Convicted April 1 0th, 2000.

Murder in the first degree.

Sentence, 27 years.

Up for parole in 1 1 .

- Fuck you, man.
- Fuck you, nigga.

Everybody settle down.
Everybody settle down.

- What the fuck do you wanna do?
- l'm a patient man, l'll fucking wait.

Take Zanghi to the hole.

He didn't do a fucking thing.
You know it.

l heard ''nigga.''
He provoked Browne.

- That's bullshit!
- Back away, Pancamo.

Fuck all you guys.

Bitch.

All right, break this up over here.
Break it up.

Browne, get him out of here.
Come on, break it up.

Yeah.

- Do that, baby. Slowly, slowly, slowly.
- Good times.

- Put it in your mouth.
- Kiss my foot. Kiss it.

Hello, boys.

- We gotta talk.
- So talk.

What the fuck are you doing?
We're your partners.

You think you're going to fuck us over
and we're gonna take it up the ass?

Morales, nobody wants your ass.

Johnson hits me with his fucking stick,
throws Zanghi in the hole.

That ain't the fucking deal, Adebisi.

Besides, it's been ten days since
we've seen any green.

You pocketing the profits?

No, there's plenty of profits.

But there's been a change
in the organisation.

How so?

Well, you know,
we three were partners,

- and now we're not.
- What?

l don't need you boys anymore.

You looking to start a war?

You know,
if there was a war, you'd lose.

Look around.

See all these faces?

They match mine.

No, boys, there won't be any war.

- And why the fuck not?
- Because you and your pal

are about to take a little holiday
over to Unit B.

What? When?

Oh, look.

l would say now.

Come on.

Hey, l'm gonna miss you.

Say hi to Schillinger for me, yeah?

As you can see, we have some more
prisoner transfers.

lncluding trustees
Pancamo and Morales.

So l'm naming Supreme Allah

and Poet to replace them
as trustees.

Said,

l told you.

l told you to join me.

But you never listen.
You never listen.

You know what?

That is what is gonna
kill you in the end.

And what's gonna kill you,
Adebisi?

AlDS or an OD?

Don't worry about me.

l don't.

l worry about the people around you.

Breathing the air you poison.

Look, l've created a utopia.

Your Shangri-la sama.

This is not sama. This is an inferno.

We have all the control
and all the power.

Finally.

A bad system run by blacks

is the same
as a bad system run by whites.

Bad?

We have everything we want.
We have everything in our grasp.

You think you've
re-created the world, don't you?

Simon.

lt's just an illusion.

Real power can only come from
the grace of God, the Almighty.

lf l wanted to,
l could crush you like a cockroach.

Yes, but you won't
because l am the only one

who speaks the truth to you.

Your truth, not mine.

Adebisi's turned Em City
into a fucking Zulu nation.

What the fuck
are we supposed to do?

Create our own country.

McManus, we gotta talk.

Make an appointment
with my secretary.

This is serious.

Yeah, l can tell.

You got that
Schillinger scowl going.

Your precious little dream,
your Emerald City, is now a ghetto.

You been there lately?
Crap all over the floors,

drugs everywhere,
the lack of primary colours.

Well, that unit
is no longer my responsibility.

Hey, l got no problem with that.

What we don't want
is that new attitude over there

to come wafting this way.

They hear about what's going on,
empowerment,

they're gonna want
the same thing here.

And you're suggesting what?

That we make Unit B all white?

Yes.

Get the fuck away from me.

Hey, let the niggers have Em City.

Fuck, let them have the whole prison,
as long as we're safe over here.

Goodbye, Vern.

Don't be a bigger fool
than you've already been.

Lockdown.

- Lock the unit down.
- You'll see.

You'll wish you listened to me,
McManus.

Now!

The new electric-perimeter fencing
will go into operation next Wednesday.

As of then, we'll be able to eliminate
the 24-hour watchtower surveillance,

which should save us
countless man hours.

Hey, sorry l'm late.

Emerald City is a shithouse.

- McManus--
- There's garbage all over the place.

Oh, and in Unit B
you can eat off the floor.

- Enough.
- The motherfucker's jealous of me.

- Jealous?
- That's right, jealous.

- Martin, please.
- No, he knows it.

Since l took over Em City,
there's been next to no violence.

- My system works.
- At what price?

At what fucking price?

McManus?

McManus?

For God's sake, McManus,
stop, please.

Conditions in Emerald City
are deteriorating rapidly.

Something has to be done
to stop Adebisi.

Hey, why are you coming to me?

- Talk to Querns.
- l have.

Querns is willing
to turn a blind eye to what

Adebisi is doing
as long as order is maintained.

Then talk to Glynn.

l've tried that too.
He seems indifferent,

distracted because
of his election campaign.

No.

lt's up to you and me.

You and me?

Adebisi needs to be
shut down, and fast.

lf that means eliminating Querns,

so be it.

- You have a plan?
- Yeah.

l have a plan.

l was wrong, Adebisi.

l see that now.

You truly have transformed
this cell block

into a paradise.

A utopia.

And l'm gonna to say it
for everybody to hear.

l wanna join you,

and serve you
in whatever way you choose.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

Then swear to me
in the name of Allah.

l do so swear.

l waited for this moment.

Now l can raise you as my equal.

Together there's nothing
we can't do.

Nothing.

Nothing.

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

- Nothing.
- What?

- Nothing.
- What?

- Nothing.
- What?

- Nothing.
- Come on.

- Nothing.
- Come on.

- Nothing.
- Hey.

- Nothing.
- Come on.

- Nothing.
- Come on--

Let me see your hands up!

Adebisi and Said, hand in hand...

lt's the end of the fucking universe.

Nothing.

Those census numbers
l was talking about,

they're also used
to determine election districts.

A senator from a white,
rural area with a prison

can count the inmates
as his constituents,

and therefore,
increase his political influence.

Those inmates who are
largely of colour aren't allowed to vote.

The senator has no allegiance
to them at all.

ln fact, he benefits by voting for laws
to keep them incarcerated longer.

The town benefits
by the increased prison population.

Yeah.

Everybody benefits.

Somebody must stop him, and soon.

- Nora?
- l'm sorry for stopping by so suddenly.

l know you're busy running things
with the campaign and all.

- l didn't know who else to call.
- Well, what's the matter?

lt's Clayton.

Sweet Jesus,
l don't know my own son anymore.

l mean,
with him giving the inmate the gun

and then the African dress
and now...

What?

l found this in his room.

lt's like he's collected
all of his anger toward the world

and is pointing it
toward the governor.

- Where's Clayton now?
- l don't know.

Hasn't been home in days.

Well, when he comes back,
you call me. Okay?

ln the meantime, try not to worry.

All right?

With these new stab-proof vests,
the correctional officers here

and across the state
will have the very best protection.

Their safety is paramount to me.

These are the men and women who
keep the forces of darkness at bay.

There are those who say
''No more prisons.''

Well, l say, ''No more crime.''

Fuck you.

- Somebody get a doctor!
- Give him help!

Get a medic in here.
Gotta get a nurse.

Get a medic!

The governor's down.

Get some help.

Get a doctor.