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"Know thyself. " That's
what Socrates said.

Or Aristotle or one
of them dead white men.

To know yourself.

That's the hardest thing
anyone of us can ever do.

...except that I felt very guilty. So
that was very much a Catholic thing.

- Keller.
- Yo.

I got you scheduled for a 10:00 a.
m. Session with Sister Peter Marie.

- Yeah.
- It's almost 10:00 now.

You know something,
I don't wanna go.

I want to check
in some gym time.

Suit yourself. Take him.

Keller gone?

Never came. Second
appointment he's missed.

- Is he okay?
- Yeah.

Seems okay. We don't
really talk much.

When you do talk...

has he ever said anything
about our sessions?

Nope.

Sister Pete, are
you all right?

Yeah.

- You're lying.
- I swear the truth.

What's going on with you
and Sister Peter Marie?

Going on?

You missed two appointments
and she's a mess.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

If you're gonna fuck with her,
Keller, I'm gonna fuck with you.

Fucking bitch.

What was that about?

It's his time
of the month.

All right, let's go.

Miguel's on his way.

Hello, Miguel.
Thank you, officer.

Eugene and Tina
Rivera. Miguel Alvarez.

All right, everybody.

Our purpose here today is to provide
an environment for discussion.

Sit down, Miguel.

To ask and answer
questions...

to share experiences.

A few ground rules.

Allow me to
lead the meeting.

Refrain from
interruptions.

Tell the truth.

No profanity.

And most
importantly, listen.

Why don't you
begin, Eugene?

I can't see you, Alvarez.

I'm looking right at
you and I can't see you.

Can you see me?

What?

Yeah.

Can you see my wife?

Yes.

You're a lucky man.

I asked Tina to marry me 'cause
I wanted to wake up every day...

for the rest of my life,
and see her face first thing.

But instead...

'cause of you, I'll
never see her face again.

Do you know something
about me which I don't?

A reason I deserved this?

No.

Have you thought about what
this might be like for him?

- Kind of.
- Kind of?

So why go after me?

Not Metzger, not
Wittlesey, not Glynn...

or McManus or Sister Pete.

Me, Alvarez. Why?

- Answer him, God damn it!
- Tina.

No. He's asking why. Why do
we have to live with this?

Why do we have to argue
about having a kid?

We shouldn't have to argue
about having a fucking kid.

Please, sit down.

Yeah, honey, sit.

You see, Miguel, that's why
Eugene and Tina are here.

Tell them why it happened.

I can't.

Was it a gang thing?

Did you do it
'cause of Hernandez?

You earned your
cojones by blinding me?

It started out
that way, yeah.

But, you know,
this place...

I hate this fucking place.

What it did to my
grandpa, my dad, and me.

I don't know
you, you know.

I had nothing against you.

It was your uniform, bro.

It was a hermano in
that uniform, man.

I want my eyes back.

I know.

- Sorry.
- You're what?

I'm sorry.

No! I said I want my eyes
back. Give them back to me.

- I can't.
- Why not? You took them.

- Forgive me.
- Fuck you.

Miguel asked
you a question.

Can you forgive him?

- Not today.
- All right.

Let's leave the door open for the
possibility of another meeting, okay?

Maybe.

Clark Kent is the secret
identity of Superman.

I never understood why Superman
needed a secret identity.

Listen, if I'm invulnerable,
if all the chicks want me...

why would I disguise
myself as a four-eyed wimp?

The truth: Superman
is schizophrenic.

Superman's id is fucking
with his superego.

The man's conflicted,
no doubt about it.

- Hello, Chris.
- Hiya, Sister.

- Can I talk to you?
- Sure. Let's go in here.

Sorry about this.

You missed our last
two sessions. Why?

Ever since our last time together
when you got me to open up...

I've been afraid
to come back.

Afraid to expose any
more of myself to you.

The reality is,
Sister, I hate myself.

All the more reason why
you should have come to me.

You're probably right.

Do you know what it's
like to want somebody?

To long for them? And
I'm not talking about sex.

Just to touch them.

Yeah.

Of course you do.

You're a psychologist,
you're a nun.

But you're a woman first.

You know about desires.

- Everything all right in there, Sister?
- I'm fine.

- I can help you, Chris.
- I know you can. Talk to Beecher.

Counsel him. Convince him.

Tell him that you love
him? And that he loves you?

And that's what this has
all been about, hasn't it?

The sessions, the questions
about my personal life...

getting me to care.

So I can help
you reach Beecher.

You can do it.
He trusts you.

You still don't
see it, do you?

That's the whole problem.

He trusted you. You broke his
trust. Now he can't trust you again.

Yeah, but I've changed.

Have you?

You've manipulated me
the way you did him...

and I don't
trust you anymore.

Wait a minute.

Let go of me.

Hell hath no fury, Sister?

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I had lust in my heart.

You haven't acted
on this lust?

No.

- But...
- You may.

No.

Then?

It's opened up all
these feelings in me.

Feelings that I thought I
had paved over years ago.

Now that I'm back in touch
with these feelings...

it seems wrong to
shut them off again.

I owe it to my soul...

to be all of the
things that I am...

all of the
parts of myself.

And so?

I've decided to
leave the convent.

To stop being a nun.

Come on, help
yourself out.

We found the heroin
on you, in your pocket.

Where'd you get it?

Don't fuck with
me, Hernandez.

I can tack on another five
just for obstruction...

and think what I can do
with the possession charge.

I got two more of your
compadres to talk to...

and I'm willing to bet at least one
of them values his ass over yours.

Get him the
fuck out of here.

- Carlo, wanna help me out?
- Help? How?

I know you think you're a badass
like Hernandez and Guerra...

but I've been watching you. You're
not. Your family visits regularly.

You come from a better place
than those two other fucks.

I can make life a lot easier for you.
Where is Hernandez getting the drugs?

Take him back to the hole.

Till you talk, you will
not see an inch of daylight.

If I find out what I need to know from
anybody else, you'll never see it again.

I'm here to see my
brother, Carlo Ricardo.

No, sorry.

- It is visiting day, isn't it?
- Yes, but your brother's in ad seg.

- What's that?
- He's been segregated from the others.

He's had his privileges taken
away, including visitation rights.

- But I have to see him.
- Sure. Not today.

- You don't understand.
- Lf I had a nickel...

for every time I didn't understand,
you'd be talking to an empty chair.

- Where's your superior?
- Miss, I'm really trying to be pleasant.

I'm not leaving until I
talk to someone in charge.

In Oz, we don't really
take too well to demands.

I have to see my brother.

He got caught dealing drugs
and he refuses to talk...

so we don't have any choice
but to keep him in the hole.

- Could I see him in there?
- No, you'll come back when he gets out.

You don't understand.
I am all he's got.

Luis is disappearing,
days at a time.

Isabella, fucking baby
crying. Juan is an asshole.

Mami goes between the apartment,
work, and the hospital.

- I'm sorry, but...
- I got a job in Oakland.

It's good money. I have to
take it to support my family.

I leave tomorrow.

I can't get there and right away say I
gotta go home to see my brother in prison.

They don't even know I
have a brother in prison.

I don't want him to think that I've
abandoned him, that he's dead to me.

Just for one minute, to tell
him. Just one minute, I promise.

I'm sorry.

I can't. There's
just no way.

But you can write
him a note...

and I'll see
that he gets it.

This'll kill him.

Lopresti, I gotta split.

Do me a favor and take this
to Carlo Ricardo in the hole.

- Okay.
- Thanks a lot. See you tomorrow.

Since when do you take
messages to that fucking spic?

Yeah, fuck that.

You ain't so bad now?

- Hello, Roger.
- Lenore.

- Long time, huh?
- Look at you. You look great.

Thank you. I'm just dropping Clayton
off and I wanted to say hi to Leo.

- He was supposed to meet us down here.
- My car is still in the shop.

Clayton's embarrassed.

- I am not, Mom.
- It's all right.

It's good to see you and it's
good to have Clayton with us.

Oh, my.

It's so strange
being back in here.

Yeah, I can imagine.

I told your wife this morning that I
didn't think I could come in this door...

but Clayton's
never been happier.

- He loves his job.
- Mom.

I have something for you.
Found it in the attic.

You and Sammy
were so young.

Yeah, we were.

Thanks, Lenore.

Keep him there,
close to your heart.

And this one,
too, keep him safe.

- Of course. Don't you worry.
- Bye.

- Happy birthday, Clayton.
- Happy birthday?

- I got it.
- I can't find them.

- It's the drawer on the right.
- Right.

No.

We can't have a birthday
cake without candles.

- I'll go into town and buy some.
- No, Hughes' shift starts in 10 minutes.

I got everybody meeting
at the library at 12:00.

This is a really great idea, Diane,
throwing Clayton a surprise party.

Yeah, my heart
goes out to the kid.

One, because I know what it's
like starting work here...

everybody thinking you don't have
the balls for the job. Two, his dad.

I've been checking
into that...

the circumstances
surrounding his dad's death.

- Did you find anything out?
- I talked to William Giles...

who was in the cafeteria
when Hughes got stabbed...

and he claims... I don't know
whether to believe him or not.

If I do believe him, I
don't know what to do.

If I do something about it,
who knows what'll happen.

You're raving.

He says that Sam Hughes
was stabbed by Leo.

Leo who? DiCaprio?

- Glynn.
- Leo Glynn?

- Yes.
- Giles is delusional.

I know. I dismiss it
and then I think...

maybe that's why the
murderer was never identified.

Something tells me that Leo
has never told the whole truth.

What about a
votive candle?

- What?
- For the cake.

Can't we steal those
candles you use at Mass?

Yeah, I guess. I'll get some.
I'll meet you in the library.

If you seriously doubt Leo, you
owe it to the man to tell him.

Leo, you got a minute?

- Sure. Walk me to my office.
- Okay.

Like I told you, I'm talking
to people about Sam Hughes.

Yes, what did you get? Did
you come up with something?

- Maybe. William Giles.
- That loony tunes?

I don't think that he's so much
crazy as just afraid to be sane.

- And he claims... Well, he says...
- What?

...that you
killed Sam Hughes.

Leo, you have talked to
Clayton about what happened.

You have told
him the truth.

But if there's more to that truth,
then he has a right to hear it...

however hard it
is for you to say.

God damn it, Ray. I don't
have to explain myself to you.

No, you don't.

But you do to Clayton.

It's like a confession.

It needs to
be made once...

and only to the person
who can absolve you.

Get the fuck
out of my office.

- It's time to open up.
- Go ahead, we're almost done.

- Thanks for this, Diane.
- Sure.

Promise me when my birthday
comes, we don't celebrate it.

- Hey, O'Reily!
- "Hey" what?

Your brother fight
like a girl, man.

Yeah? You wanna go a couple
rounds with him, homey?

- I'll take you and your brother.
- You and what fucking army?

Knock it off!

- Don't talk to me. Talk to the brother here.
- Sit down.

- I didn't come to sit down.
- Sit the fuck down.

What are you
gonna do, spank me?

- You got a problem?
- Get your fucking hands...

Fuck!

It's okay.

Don't.

- She gonna be okay?
- A few stitches, mild concussion.

- What the fuck were you thinking?
- I was trying to maintain order.

The way I hear it, there
wasn't much to maintain.

- I've warned you before.
- So, what, are you gonna fire me?

Sit down.

I wanna tell you about
the day your father died.

Your dad and I
were both on duty.

I made up my mind, when
I first walked into Oz...

that I was going to treat each
situation as a worst-case scenario.

Sam knew better...

and he tried to
hold me back. Tried.

But I was too young...

too determined...

too stupid.

A fight erupted.

I tripped or slipped on
the slop on the floor.

I was stunned, losing
control. Then all my wind left.

Your dad had
to get involved.

You okay?

He fell right next to me.

I didn't know what
the fuck was happening.

By then, other
officers responded.

I just held him
till he died.

In my arms...

at the hands
of my stupidity.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just I have to go home to
my daughter looking like this.

Diane, when I heard you
got hurt, I went crazy.

- Tim, don't.
- Don't what?

Don't be honest?

I've been thinking
or feeling...

I know I've been all over the
place and back with this thing.

But maybe we could
try it again. Together.

If I didn't have this
golf ball on my head...

I would think that was more
political than romantic.

What do you mean by that?

If it isn't the lovebirds.

I knew a man who
worked on Wall Street...

wore a bra and panties under
his Brooks Brothers suit.

Every day, he'd
sit in meetings...

making harsh decisions
and cold business deals.

Yet underneath, he felt
pretty. Oh, so pretty.

- Done.
- And?

I'm telling you, Mr. Nappa, and
I'm not prone to hyperbole...

but this may be the greatest
true-crime book since In Cold Blood.

Really. I never read that.

It was chilling.
This is better.

We're gonna send this to
that literary agent right now.

Be careful. If any of the
other wiseguys find out...

I wrote a book about
the Mob, we're dead.

I'll be careful. And to
celebrate, I want to make dinner.

And I think we should
get dressed to the nines.

- Come on, please.
- We'll see.

Officer, I'm not
feeling very well.

Would it be possible
for me to go to the ER?

Give him the coin.

Your friend's gonna take care of
that other matter for me, right?

Fucking rat.

- Did I overdress?
- Jesus.

- You look a lot like
my ex-wife. - Thanks.

That's not a compliment.

- Sit.
- That's nice.

- Pour this.
- Wine.

You're not the only one
who can move merchandise.

There you go.

And me.

To your book, to your life, and
the successful completion of both.

- I ain't dead yet.
- No, you're not.

Pretty good.

In his day, Antonio
Nappa was a great man.

He was like a
father to me.

- Well, more like an uncle.
- Lights out!

Good citizens of Gotham City have to
be the dumbest fucks on the planet.

They got Batman and Robin
saving their asses...

from the Riddler,
Joker and such.

They also got millionaire Bruce
Wayne and his ward Dick Grayson...

in the headlines
every day.

Batman and Robin.
Bruce and Dick.

You mean to tell me nobody
ever put two and two together?

I wanna see the warden.

- What for?
- My business.

Adebisi, you ought to know by now
that your business is my business.

- I wanna file a complaint.
- About?

Tim McManus.

You're accusing McManus
of sexual harassment?

That's right.

What'd he do to you?

Not me. Kenny Wangler.

Yesterday, he
touched Kenny's penis.

Officer...

bring Wangler in.

Sit down.

This is a very
serious charge.

- And if I find out you're lying...
- I ain't lying.

The burden of
truth is on you.

It ain't like I ain't had to deal
with guys in here groping on me.

I just been all fucked up lately,
sad about my life and whatnot.

McManus puts his arm around
my shoulder like a friend...

only it's not
like a friend.

I was gonna just blow it off,
but Adebisi was like, "Don't. "

He says what goes on with
us prisoners is one thing...

and what goes on with
McManus is something else.

- He said what?
- That you fondled him.

That is complete horseshit.
I tried to comfort him.

You're not taking any of
this seriously, are you?

Claire Howell accusing
you of sexual harassment.

- But she's full of shit, too.
- Yeah.

I'd like to know
when it stops.

When it stops being
everybody else's problem.

- You make it sound like I'm a sex addict.
- Maybe you are.

Since the day you came to Oz, I've
watched you jump in and out of beds.

I held my tongue, even though I thought
what you were doing was pretty disgusting.

Wangler's lying.

Probably. But then, maybe there are
other inmates who never stepped forward.

You know what,
I don't know.

And I don't know
how to find out.

But if this is true...

you're finished here.

- Rick Donn?
- Yes.

I'm a big fan of your news
program. Very hard-hitting.

Thank you. You said on the phone
that you have a story for me?

Yes. It's all about sex.

Can we get a comment from you
about this sexual harassment charge?

Get out of my office!

In an exclusive, Channel 2 News
has learned that Tim McManus...

the unit manager at Oswald
Correctional Facility...

has been repeatedly accused of
sexually harassing both inmates...

and correctional officers.

McManus was initially accused of
harassing a female officer, Claire Howell.

The State's attorney has confirmed that
the Howell case was settled out of court.

Oh, boy, Miss Sally.

Do you think her
boobs are real?

They're taking
Wangler to gen pop now.

- Called your lawyer?
- Yes.

- And she said?
- Be patient.

Go about your life.

Act normal.

Acting normal is what got me
into trouble in the first place.

- It's gonna be all right, man.
- Yeah.

Hello, I'm Tim McManus.

Yes, hello. I really
appreciate your coming...

taking time out of what I
know is a busy, busy schedule.

To tell you the truth, I'm very
curious as to why you asked me here.

Please be seated.

- Would you like some tea?
- No.

- May I call you Tim?
- Sure.

Tim...

in the past few weeks I've
suffered a series of stunning blows.

- Richie Hanlon's murder.
- Yeah, we're still investigating.

And yesterday, my new lawyer,
who is court-appointed...

and who I do not
like at all...

told me that the State Supreme
Court rejected my final appeal.

Next Thursday is
the date set for...

the execution.

It's the first time I've
said that word out loud:

"The execution.
" My execution.

The warden informed me I may choose
the means in which I will die...

and I was hoping you
might help me pick one out.

Me?

Richie always spoke
so highly of you.

Said you were a good man.

Did he?

If you were going to die,
which way would you choose?

I'm not sure.

They say that lethal
injection is the least painful.

Pain is definitely part
of the consideration.

- I would say the only consideration.
- No.

The style in
which I die...

must have a sort of lyricism,
if you will, some significance.

There's the gas chamber.

They say the gas
turns your skin green.

How about a hanging?

When you die, your feet
do a little dance...

a little dance of death.

Richie was
right about you.

A hanging, that's perfect.

I want to go out of
this life dancing.

Thank you, kind sir.

You know, Richie had
a little crush on you.

Did he?

And I can see why.

Officer.

You mustn't despair over
this sexual-harassment thing.

You know about that?

Even on death
row, rumor lives.

Next item, puncture-resistant
vests. Diane?

We all know that attacks
on COs are on the rise.

One every hour,
10,000 a year.

These vests, they're similar to the Kevlar
ones worn by the cops on the street...

except these are shank-proof
as well as being bulletproof.

They also cost $400 apiece. I don't
have that kind of money in the budget.

You ready for this?

Gloria Nathan just examined
Shirley Bellinger. She's pregnant.

Holy fuck.

Cyril, could you please
settle the fuck down?

- I'm boxing.
- Yeah, I know.

- O'Reily.
- Yo, slow down.

Cyril, isn't it about time
for Miss Sally's Schoolyard?

- No.
- Cyril, go outside and wait, all right?

Cyril, please.

O'Reily, who you betting on in
today's fight, Khan or the faggot?

Neither. I'm
sitting this one out.

You've been on the
winner every match so far.

How come you decide
to sit this one out?

'Cause whoever wins
today's fight...

has to fight my brother next week.
I don't want to bring on a jinx.

Never took you
for superstitious.

I'm a man of logic,
I'm a man of planning.

I consider every detail, I
factor in every possibility.

Then I flip a coin.

Okay, if you were gonna
bet, who would you bet on?

All right.

Khan, he's got the
power and discipline.

So you're saying
the Muslim?

- Cramer's got the speed and the style.
- So you're saying the faggot?

Look at that fucking
retard, Cyril!

Yo, Cyril.

Cut it out, man!

- Knock it off!
- Cyril, stop it!

Fucking fruitcake.

- Stop.
- What?

I'm boxing.

Sorry about that,
Officer Murphy.

Ever since he beat Pancamo, my
brother's been a little frisky.

- You, save your fists for the ring, all right?
- Yes, sir.

Watch your brother,
O'Reily, okay?

You don't want him disqualified
from the championship...

'cause he ended
up in the hole.

What the fuck
were you thinking?

When I fight,
people cheer, right?

- Yeah?
- I like when they cheer.

I'm not scared anymore.

That's good, Cyril, but you
don't have to fight all the time.

- I don't?
- No, you don't.

But, Ryan, you do.

The man you're
boxing today...

represents all that's repulsive to
our faith regarding sexual desire.

Your victory over Jason Cramer
will be a victory for purity.

For righteousness.

For Allah.

Hello, boys.

Go away. We're in the
middle of our study group.

How do you know I don't
want to learn about Islam?

Be serious.

Plenty of things have
happened. Beecher and Said.

Adebisi, get
to your point.

My point is simple. We
all share the same skin...

they don't.

Don't beat Cramer because he likes
boys, beat him because he's white.

What do you
want, Schillinger?

What I want is for you to focus
on something other than your dick.

You know, all this time we've
been in Unit B together...

you've never given
two shits about me.

Now that I'm boxing that
Muslim, you're my best pal.

Must have been kind of hard
deciding who to root for.

Let's see, the
fag or the nigger?

Then again, you know a lot more about
what it's like having your cock sucked...

than having an Afro.

You better watch your
mouth, Tinkerbell...

or Khan's gonna
win by default.

Kill that white bitch!

Come on, man,
you ain't tired.

Great work.
Good job, Jason.

All right.

From the judges' scorecard,
we have from Judge 1:

30-29, Khan.

Hell, yeah!

Judge 2 has it:

29-28, Cramer.

And Judge 3
has it, 30-29.

The winner by
split decision:

Hamid Khan.

You see that?

People live their whole lives
thinking they know who they are.

Husband, mother,
son, lawyer, doctor...

pizza delivery
boy, Baptist, Jew...

Muslim, Italian,
Irish, WASP, black...

white, yellow,
male, female.

Then something comes along and
blows all those illusions to shit...

and you're left
with the truth.

The lonely,
terrifying truth.

Beecher, you are
Said's bodyguard.

Sort of.

Not really.

I want to see him.

Up and down...

life in Oz.

First I was king, then I was
loony, now I am king again.

Congratulations.

You and me, we come at the
world from different paths.

But there's something about
you I've always admired.

And me, you.

You are alone.

But it doesn't
have to be that way.

Join me.

- I am very honored.
- But you refuse.

- They will kill you, you know.
- Probably.

Beecher can't protect you.

Probably not.

But I am ready to take whatever
journey Allah has chosen for me.

We could never hurt Said because
he always had goddamn bodyguards.

Now we get to kill
him and Beecher.

- Can I sit here?
- No.

That's kind of stupid.

You need firepower.

Fuck you both.

You came to me wanting to learn
how to get closer to God...

because of your part in the
death of Andrew Schillinger.

The guilt you carry can only
be lightened by forgiveness.

- I want to be forgiven.
- So you must forgive...

Schillinger and Keller.

- I can't.
- Beecher, you must.

What about you?

Don't you have to
forgive Hamid Khan?

You'd better stay here.

Peace be unto you.

As salaam alaikum,
my brothers.

Let him in.

So what do you
want, black man?

Five years ago, I was
a very different man.

Selfish, ambitious,
manipulative, arrogant.

One day I'm in Mecca, and the words
of the Prophet, praise be unto him...

filled me with the grace
and the glory of Allah.

I wanted nothing more
than to show others...

the visions I had
seen, the possibilities.

I studied, became a
teacher and a leader...

but despite all my
righteous intentions...

I was still selfish,
ambitious, manipulative...

and even more arrogant.

What's happened over
the past few months...

has humbled me.

I have been humbled.

But not by you.

By God.

Stripped of
everything else...

I have nothing
left but Allah.

And that is
more than enough.

Peace be unto
you, my brother.

What the hell is that?

In the name of Allah, the
magnificent and merciful...

I have witnessed that
there is but one God.

Allah, I confess
my faults.

Guide me to
the right path.

My prayers, my
life, my death...

are all for Allah.

Fuck!

That's not how you do it.

Oh, fuck.

I loved Said's
floor show out there.

I wanna talk to you.

All right. What?

Said has helped me see things
a lot more clearly, Chris.

- And...
- Chris?

I forgive you.

And I ask that
you forgive me.

- I love you.
- I love you.

Kiss me.

Faster. Come on.

Stop fucking around. This
is important. Faster, Cyril.

- O'Reily, come here.
- I'm busy. Faster, Cyril.

- There's money in the air.
- Keep working.

- I want you to help me kill Said.
- Said? He's nobody anymore.

Even so, I gotta think of
a way to bring him down.

Without Beecher
suspecting, right, Keller?

Truth is you don't
got to do nothing.

Rumor has it the Aryans
are gonna whack Said.

- You know when?
- I'd say right now.

I know you're gonna
think this is bullshit...

but I feel badly about
my part in Andy's death.

I'm so sorry.

Losing a kid...

there's nothing worse. And
I wanna make it up to you.

How?

How the fuck can you
ever make that up to me?

You had another son, you
don't know where he is.

Through the private investigators at
my old law office, I could find him.

And that's supposed to even the score?
To make everything okay between us?

It's a start.

Beecher, you're
crazier than I thought.

There's only one thing that's
gonna make this all okay.

You dead.

Lockdown!

Come on. Move it.

People are defined
by three things:

Their heads...

how they think...

their hearts...

what they feel...

their dicks...

who they fuck.

At the end of the day, each of
us has to answer one question.

One, not so
simple question.

Who am I?