All language subtitles for Oz - S02E03 - Great Men.eng

[HILL CHEERS]

[HORN HONKS]

End of the century is coming, y'all.

End of the millennium.

A lot of lists being printed

about who's the greatest person
of the past thousand years.

By great they mean,
who had the most impact.

Einstein, Edison, Freud.

I can tell you one thing for sure:

[HORN HONKS]

My name won't be on that list. Ha-ha-ha!

And neither will anyone else's
here in Oz.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Okay.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[MEN CHANTING]

Hey, Rebadow.

You know, I think I got you.

I think I got a piece of information
before you.

-Really?
-Mm-hm.

Oh, it's about Glynn and his daughter.

You mean that she was brutally raped
and is in the hospital?

Shit. How'd you know that?

Well, I know one thing
I know you don't know.

-What's that?
-Who raped Glynn's daughter.

-You're right, I don't.
-Yeah, I do.

[LAUGHING]

How do you know who did it?

Oh, that's because
I was just talking to him on the phone.

[MEN CHANTING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

Richie.

Father.

What's up?

I love to take it in the ass.

MUKADA: Uh-huh.

Now, lots of people think
that's perverse.

But it's my choice.
So I say fuck them, right?

-Are we going someplace with all this?
-I choose to take it up the ass.

But rape, man...

-Did somebody rape you?
-Yeah, sure.

But that's not why I'm here.

I got some information on another rape.

SISTER PETER:
Yes, I knew about his daughter.

-And you didn't tell me?
-Well, he asked me not to.

GYLNN: Hey.

You needed to see me? MUKADA: Yeah, Leo.

It's about Ardith.

You're gonna tell me everything you know.

-About what?
-My daughter.

Your daughter was raped and beaten.

And because of that
you took it out on me.

-Tell me who raped her.
-I ain't telling you dick.

You got all the power, huh?

I mean, you think
that you can just shit on people?

Shit on people and you get away with it?

Not this time.

And you can go fuck yourself.

MUKADA: Miguel, for God's sake,

tell him what you heard
about his daughter.

What? That she's a lousy lay?

Chain him up.

Uh, Father, we, uh...
We're gonna need some privacy.

I'll be out here.

Do it.

Do it.

MUKADA: Leo. GLYNN: Get out.

ALVAREZ: Go ahead.
-Get him out!

MUKADA: Leo. ALVAREZ: Do it.

No! ALVAREZ: Do it.

That motherfucker deserves this shit.

Listen, are you sure?

This call was made in the past week
from Em City by Miguel Alvarez.

Warden, you know as well as I do,
we monitor prisoners' calls randomly.

We didn't catch that particular one.

Fuck.

[MEN CHATTERING]

Leo.

Leo, I'm sorry
to hear about your daughter.

-Does everybody know?
-Pretty much, yeah.

Look, I can, uh, persuade Alvarez

to give up the name of the prick
who did this.

-No, thanks.
-Why not?

Hey, why not? Why not?

First, I don't wanna owe you
any more favors.

Second, and I know you won't
understand this, but it's not right.

Right, wrong, right, wrong.
There's such a fine line between it.

Not for me.

HILL: Bad men have their impact too.

But you gotta be really bad

like Ivan the Terrible,
Jack the Ripper, Adolf Hitler.

Yeah, old Adolf was an evil fuck.

And let's face it,

evil is the only thing
that has survived intact

these past thousand years.

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

[MOANING]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[SCRATCHING]

HILL: Prisoner number 98B242,

Agamemnon Busmalis, AKA The Mole.

[ALARM RINGING]

Convicted March 10th, '98,

grand theft larceny,
breaking and entering.

Sentence: ten years.

Up for parole in four.

[SCRATCHING]

Busmalis, what are you doing?

I told you, digging my way out.

You can't. It's impossible.

Huh? Watch me.

REBADOW: How long do you think
it's gonna take?

I don't know.

But I figure I got four years
till my first parole hearing.

-You're gonna dig for four years?
-Only if I have to.

The CO's coming.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

HILL: Oh, fuck. BEECHER: What?

HILL: Beecher. BEECHER: What?

HILL: You farted. BEECHER: I didn't.

HILL: P-fucking-yew.
-I didn't fart.

Damn, man.

Five hours till dawn,

and I gotta be in a goddamn glass box
with the king of stink.

I'm gonna get Gulf-fucking-War syndrome.

You farted.

-Oh, me?
-Yeah.

You're saying I farted
to cover your tracks.

No, you're saying I'm covering
my tracks to cover yours.

Ginger broke the window
Broke the window, crack

Baker came out to give him a clout
And landed on his back

-Fuck you.
-Light a match.

Oh, I swear, Beecher,
you need to go see a doctor, man.

Smelly farts is a sign of something
seriously wrong on the inside.

BEECHER: I didn't fart.

[FARTS]

HILL: Oh, fuck, man!

[BEECHER LAUGHS]

-Hey.
-Hey.

I'm about to start my shift.

First day back in Em City.

I was thinking,

tonight I would let you
take me out to dinner to celebrate.

Oh, gee, I can't.

Why? You got a date?

-Actually, yeah.
-Hmm.

Well, okay.

-Have fun.
-Yeah, welcome back.

Thanks.

POET: Life frustrated me the other day

Pushed all my wrong buttons

So I bit its ear off

"Pushed it up against the ropes
Told it, "Stop

Stop fucking head-butting me
When the ref ain't looking"

I threw my-
Threw my hands around its neck

"Told it," Stop,
Stop fucking yelling at me

Before I start left-hooking"

Threw my shank to its throat
Told it, "Stop fucking playing me

-Before I start choking"
MAN: Oh, baby, I like this song.

POET: Because I got too many
Rope burns around my neck

Too many cotton cuts In my fingernails

I spent thousands of years
Thousands in jail

Mostly for shit I didn't even do

Mostly for shit
I didn't even know was wrong

Mostly for shit

You know what I'm saying?

[MEN JEERING]

[MEN CHATTERING]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

[BELL RINGING]

Take a look
at the Tiger Woods article in there.

KENNY: That dog is making
some serious dough.

COUSHAINE: Oh, forget it. A fortune.

See what it says there about his parents?

-No, where?
-Right there, second paragraph.

Starts right there.

"The biggest inf-"

-"influence."
-"influence

in my life is my p-parents."

That's very good. Keep going.

'"Their pa-" -"Patience."

"Patience-

[LAUGHS]

KENNY: -has given me the-" -"Resources."

"Resources to be a great ch-

Champion. Champion."

Excellent. MAN: That's my man.

Little nigger can read.

[KENNY SCOFFS]

-You been practicing, huh?
-Yeah, a little bit.

That's great. Listen, keep the article,
you can read it after class, all right?

Thanks, man. I appreciate it.

Let's get started, huh?

[MEN CHATTERING]

Coushaine tells me
that you did very well today,

reading out loud in class.

Well, he gave me a sports magazine, so...

Well, I figure
that you deserve something,

since you've been putting in
so much hard work.

"Up From Sl-"

-"Slavery."
-"Slavery."

Booker T. Washington.
You know who that is?

Yeah. Booker T. and the MGs.

No, it's a different guy. Um...

He was one of the most influential
African-Americans of his time.

He believed that education was the key
to success for any man's life.

This the dude with the peanuts?

No, that's George Washington Carver.

This book influenced my life.

Hey, McManus.

You know that deal we made
about me going to school

instead of working the kitchen?

I don't-
I don't miss that mop at all, man.

[PLUCKING STRINGS]

-Got something in there for me, eh?
-You going to class, Adebisi?

Got a full schedule. Real busy.

Well, you know what?
You should really come by my office.

We'll check your records.
You really should be back in school.

Yeah, I'll be there real soon.

You bet.

[DOOR OPENS]

KENNY: What's up?

You suck his cock when I'm not here?

Get the fuck out of here. He just
brought me some shit to read, man.

Read, eh?

What's this?

Maybe you can read me
a nice bedtime story, huh?

That cocksucker
doesn't come in here again

unless you ask me.

How the fuck am I supposed
to stop him from coming in?

You're not listening.
Come here. Come here.

He doesn't come in here.

[SING-SONG] Do you understand?

Yeah, man. Yeah.

See.

You're a really smart kid, huh?

[PLUCKS STRINGS]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Booker T. Washington.
Now, he belongs on that list.

Born a slave,
he rose up and shook the tree.

Everyone knew who he was.
Everyone all around the world.

Even the president of the United
States asked for his advice.

Now, how the fuck did Booker T. do that?

There's some bullshit going on.

Yo, Si, that's fucked up

that Glynn handed the kitchen over
to Schibetta and shit.

-The brother tell you why?
-He don't have to tell me why. I know.

Say word, you do?

He's trying to start a war with us
and those guineas.

-Glynn?
-Yeah.

-Why would he wanna start a war?
-Because he hates them too.

Holy shit. It's the little Nino.

You know, you look just like your father.

-Only you're still breathing.
-You trying to tell me something?

Yes.

I miss your father.

Why don't you lazy fucks
get back to work?

Come on, come on.

Next. Come on, darling. Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, a little afternoon tittie fuck.

Hey, what's your problem?

-I got no problem, man.
GUARD: Shakedown! Shakedown!

What the fuck are you doing?

-Shakedown, shakedown!
-Hey, hey, what's the problem?

-Officer Whittlesey.
-Let's go, out.

Hands on the rail.

You know the routine. Hands on the rail.

[CHATTERING]

-They're clean.
-So's the cell.

Clean.

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

Give it to me.

I tell you what.

Now it's my book.

-My book is for my tits.
-What the fuck are you doing?

You're an ugly bastard, but I love him.

- "Booker T., Up From Slavery."
-Fuck you, man!

Shit.

Forgetting who you are,
little brother. Huh?

McManus, this book shit, going to class?

You think
you can disrespect me, huh? Hmm?

Don't forget who your friends are, Kenny.

Because if you're not my friend,
then you're my enemy.

-Understand?
-Yeah.

ADEBISI: Understand?
-Yeah, I said I fucking understand.

ADEBISI: Good.

Now I need to get high.

I hear that.

[SNORTING]

[BELL RINGS]

[LAUGHING]

McMANUS: Why aren't you in class?

What the fuck is your problem, McManus?

-All right.
-No. Come on, come on.

MAN: Oh, shit.

Shit.

Now, why did you stop going to class?

You were doing so well. What happened?

Nothing.

-Somebody pressuring you?
-Yeah.

You.

You tell me what's going on, Kenny!

Is Adebisi giving you shit
about going to school?

You get the fuck out of here.
I'm having a conversation.

Taxi.

I'm gonna transfer this fucker
to Gen Pop. How's that?

No, don't do that.

Because then he'll think I asked you to,
and then that'll be my ass.

Then I'm gonna move you to another pod.

No, just don't.

Look, you're gonna go back
to school, Kenny.

You're going back to school

or I'll have you mopping that kitchen
24 hours a day.

I'm gonna have you mopping
this whole fucking prison.

Do you hear me?

What's it gonna be, Kenny?

What's it gonna be?

-I'll go back to class.
-Okay.

Let's go. You're late.

HILL: Mr. Booker T. Washington
writes in his book:

"I have great faith
in the power and influence of fact."

It is seldom that anything
is permanently gained

"by holding back fact."

You want some facts?

The U.S. Department of Justice reports

that the typical prisoner in America

is an undereducated, young male minority,

but you could've guessed that.

If that undereducated,
young male minority

receives his GED in prison,
he is far less likely to come back.

COUSHAINE: Anybody wanna read out loud?

W.E.B. Du Bois.

Let's have Kenny...
Why don't you give it a shot?

HILL: If that same kid manages
to go to college while he's inside,

he'll almost definitely
never see a prison cell again.

COUSHAINE: Just pick any page you want.

HILL: Last year, one state, California,

spent more money on its penal system
than it did on higher education.

These are the facts and figures.

You ain't got to be that smart
to add them up.

[SIGHS]

-I'd fuck Dr. Nathan in a second.
-Hmm. Me too.

How about Whittlesey? HILL: Shit, yeah.

Mm. Me too.

You know who I think is sexy?
Sister Peter Marie.

Yeah.

That's disgusting. She's a nun.

HILL: Wasn't always a nun.

BEECHER: She was married.

What? Nuns can't be married.

They're brides of Christ.

Before she became a nun.

Her husband died.
She told me once in passing.

I wonder how he died, her husband.

She didn't say.

An accident, I heard.

He fell off the back of a truck,
broke his neck.

REBADOW:
That's true, but it wasn't an accident.

Why do you think she works here?

Her husband was pushed off the truck.
He was murdered.

Peter, Peter Marie.

Peter.

Peter Marie.

SISTER PETER: Hey, Leo.
-Peter.

GLYNN: You know William Giles?
-No.

GILES: Peter Marie, Peter...

I think his mind has snapped
and we think he's asking for you.

GILES: Peter Marie, Peter Marie.

Peter Marie, Peter Marie, Peter Marie.

[DOOR UNLOCKS]

Hello, William. You wanna talk with me?

Sick.

You're sick?

Amour.

Amour. Love.

Broom.

You-You want a broom?

No.

Okay, William.

William?

You wanna talk to me?

Aah! Peter Marie, Peter Marie!

-Peter Marie!
-Stop. It's all right.

GILES: Peter! Peter Marie! Peter!
GUARD: Calm down.

Tobias, would you bring up the file
on William Giles for me, please?

G-I-L-E-S.

BEECHER: Sure.

We voted you sexiest.

Sexiest? Sexiest what?

-Woman in prison.
-Oh, come on.

Really?

Uh-huh.

There it is.

[HORN BLARING]

HILL: Prisoner number 58G714,
William Giles.

Convicted February 6, 1958,
second-degree murder.

Sentenced to life.
Up for parole in 60 years.

Leo, I really need you
to get Giles out of solitary

so that we can start therapy sessions.

-You know why he's in solitary?
-Yeah, I read the report.

Two years ago, he stole
some toothpaste from another inmate.

The inmate caught him
and Giles killed the guy.

-He's dangerous and he's crazy.
-Yeah, but he needs my help.

I'm not putting you
in that kind of situation.

Leo, Leo... No. No.

I'm going to the hospital
to visit my daughter. Good night.

Le-

[SIGHS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

GILES: Peter.

Peter Marie.

Peter Marie.

Peter, Peter Marie.

Peter.

Peter, Peter Marie!

Peter.

Do you think that when the first
millennium ended back in 999,

that they made lists?

Did they even know
the millennium was ending?

MAN: Said.

Yo!

You are disturbing our morning prayer.

Yeah, well, you got mail. Sign here.

-I will sign for it later.
-Look, I haven't got time for this.

Schillinger's in the hole
so we're short-staffed in the mail room.

I gotta get back.

Now this, I will gladly sign for.

Yeah? Well, I'm fucking thrilled.

[SAID LAUGHS]

SAID: My brothers.
MAN: Your book about the riot.

This is proof that the truth
cannot be silenced.

The Annotated Code?
You giving up God for the law?

God's laws are clear to me.

It's those of man that are not.

I've been studying legal books
for the last eight months.

Trying to see if God's laws
and those of the white man

have anything in common.

What have you discovered?

That these are nothing but words
on a page.

The annotated code exists
solely to be circumvented.

Without law, we have anarchy.

Hmm. You should read
your morning paper, old man.

We have anarchy anyway.

I would have thought after the riot,
you would have learned.

You can't overthrow the system.

Oh, I learned.

And I have no interest
in seeing more men die.

No.

I intend to use the tools
that were used against me.

I intend to make the law devour itself.

Judge Richard Kibler was sentenced
today to 16 months in prison.

The veteran of the state criminal court

was convicted of taking bribes
in exchange for leniency

in three murder cases...

You hear this?

Cocksucker Kibler was the judge
at my fucking trial.

-For real?
-Shit, yeah.

If I'd have known he was up for bribes,
I'd have put my two dollars down.

-That shit ain't fair.
-You're right, it's not.

-You know what you ought to do, Hill?
-What?

Talk to Said.

Now, it says here in this article
that Kibler took bribes in November.

And you weren't approached by him
or anyone else about taking bribes?

HILL: Nobody said dick to me.
SAID: Did he talk to your lawyer?

If they did,
he never said word one to me.

SAID: Hmph. Good. That's good.

-I think we have a case.
-A case?

SAID: Ha, ha. Yeah.

You were denied your right
to a fair trial by an impartial judge.

So... So you're saying
that, uh, we could go to court

and have the verdict overturned?

My friend,

you have a real shot at going free.

[LAUGHS]

Now, let me get this straight.

Judge Kibler did not take a bribe
in Hill's case.

SAID: That is correct.

GLYNN: He didn't ask for a bribe.
-That is also correct.

Then what exactly are we talking about?

The judge was lenient
with those who did give bribes.

So he may have been harsh
with those who did not.

Look, all we ask is for the opportunity

to explore the merits of the case.

What opportunities are we talking about?

Yeah, and for how long?

Look, we're gonna need
more time for visitations.

I'm gonna need to talk to the lawyer
who originally represented Augustus.

And anybody that offered bribes,
their lawyers.

The prosecution at Judge Kibler's trial,
et cetera.

You've stayed pretty quiet
through all this.

Kareem said he'd be talking.

I'd be an idiot not to keep
my fucking mouth shut.

You lying. MAN: I...

Clifford, I sat next to you
through all those hearings,

all those days of the trial.

I got so I could tell when you was lying.
You get that little twitch.

I do?

That's probably why
you such a shit lawyer.

Augustus, please.
Insults do us no good at all.

HILL: They sure as hell
make me feel better.

Look, I did the best I could for you.

Yeah, I know.
That's why I'm saying you shit.

Can we get back to the point, please?

Now, you knew others were giving bribes.

I heard stuff
in the courthouse hallways. That's all.

Then why didn't you jump,
you motherfucker?

Call me naive,
I thought I'd get a "not guilty"

based on the strength of the case.

Mr. Sprague,
if you knew what was going on,

why did you not go
to the state judicial commission?

SPRAGUE: Come on. I go to the
commission and nothing happens.

Except, the next time
I'm in front of Kibler,

he cuts off my balls.

HILL: Well?

Marilyn Crenshaw.

The assistant district attorney
who prosecuted Kibler.

-She will meet with us tomorrow.
-Ah! Cool.

Unfortunately, though, the lawyers
who gave bribes won't take my calls.

The secretaries say,
"I'll get back to you."

I say, "You can't get back to me."

Hey, you know what you should do?

You should check if any of those three
murderers are doing their time in Oz.

I did. They're not.

-They're in different prisons.
-Ah. So, what do we do?

Well, I'm gonna write to each one,
but I don't expect any response.

-So we're fucked.
-No, no, no.

Good things don't come easy, my brother.

HILL: Got it.

GUARD: Count!

Until tomorrow.

As-salamu alaykum, brother.

GUARD: Straight line,
you know how we do this. Move it.

When you were gathering evidence
to prosecute Judge Kibler,

did you ever hear
Augustus Hill's name mentioned?

No.

In reference to the murder convictions
that Kibler was lenient with,

did you perceive any sort of pattern?

No.

SAID: Nothing about these
men was consistent?

They share the same style of murder,
same lawyer, same skin tone?

You're not gonna be able
to turn this into something racial.

That is not my intention.

Bullshit.

The only two elements that are similar
in these murders

is they were men and they were guilty.

Oh, so you're saying
the bribes were random?

-Yes.
-Would you testify to that?

I never said that I would
testify in court.

If you try to compel me,
I'll take you to court.

Now, why would you do that?

You're an assistant district attorney,
sworn to seeing justice done.

Or doesn't your definition of justice
extend to my client?

CRENSHAW: Your client? Please.

The only place that you are a lawyer
is in your own head.

I see what you're doing.

Strutting around,
thumbing your nose at the system.

Thumbing your nose
at everything that I believe in.

It's not him that I won't help. It's you.

Look, you could win this case,

but let me give you
some free legal advice.

Get yourself a lawyer.
A real fucking lawyer.

-You know that woman?
-Why do you ask?

You two seem awful familiar.

That's not the bitch
that prosecuted you, is she?

Marilyn and I, before I found Allah,

we were engaged to be married.

I need more access to the phones.

I need to be able to get calls
as well as make them.

Well, ahem, why don't we just run
a switchboard into your pod?

Oh. Answer a legitimate request
with sarcasm.

-Legitimate request?
-Yes.

Said, you're an inmate
in a maximum-security prison.

Now, if I say yes to you,

what's to stop the next guy
asking for the same thing?

-These are special circumstances.
-No, they're not.

I hate to break the news to you, pal,
but in here, you're nobody special.

You deserve no more than the next man.

What is this about?

Is this because you don't like
what I said about you in my book?

No, this is about the fact
that you always ask for help

and you're never willing
to do anything for me in return.

Why does there have to be
a trade, a negotiation?

I would have thought that doing
what's right would be enough for you.

[MEN CHATTERING]

HILL: No go, huh?

[HILL SIGHS]

Damn.

Yo, what was that you were saying
about nothing good coming easy?

[SIGHS]

Life in prison is some tough shit
to wrap your mind around.

Know what I'm saying? But I did
like everybody else in this cumhole.

I settled in, I settled down.

But then-

But then, when you said the word
"free" to me, I-

Yo, something inside me stirred,
you know?

Freedom.

I want my freedom.

Then you shall have it, my brother.

I swear to you, by almighty God
and everything that I hold holy,

you will go free.

Those files are confidential.

Yeah, well, you know, I have this
natural curiosity about my fellow man.

[O'REILY SIGHS]

We got the results back
from your needle aspiration.

Don't dance, doctor,
just give it to me straight.

Okay.

The lump under your nipple
is a stage two breast carcinoma.

Uh-huh.

Stage two means
that we caught it relatively early.

So your chances for survival are good.

Uh-huh.

The next step is surgery.

Do you have any questions?

You're married, right?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, me too.

You'd like my wife. She's a real pisser.

Does the doctor know
what he's talking about?

-She.
-Give me the name of the bitch.

-I'll talk to her.
-Would you fucking relax?

Don't get pissy with me.

I'm the one who's thinking about you.

O'REILY: We've known each other
all the way since back to high school.

We'd fuck for days.

And, uh, our friends, they were amazed

because Shannon never got pregnant.

So one day before we got married,
she decided to get tested.

And we find out that her tubes
or whatever are blocked,

so she can't have any kids.

I married her anyway, because,
uh, I knew she felt like shit.

I knew that she didn't feel like
a woman anymore.

-I can't stand it.
-No, no, hey.

Hey, baby. Hey.

Hey.

But I, uh-I cheated on her.

A lot.

Oh, man, I don't wanna die.

[SOBBING]

It's okay.

McMANUS: So, what's next?

I've scheduled O'Reily to have
a mastectomy at Benchley Memorial.

We'll need transport and an officer.

WITTLESEY: Or two.

You think O'Reily will try to escape?

I'll be assisting Dr. Sophie Powell.

She's the top breast-cancer surgeon
in the state.

GYLNN: All this sounds expensive.
NATHAN: it ain't gonna come cheap.

GYLNN: Will our insurance cover it?
-No.

And the claims adjustor insists
O'Reily have a lumpectomy.

That's where they remove the tumor
but not the breast, right?

-Right.
-Now,

if we can spare the breast
and save some money,

why do a mastectomy?

NATHAN: Lumpectomies
aren't always effective.

They most often have to be
followed up with radiation or chemo.

So then the prison is footing the bill
for this whole wingding?

NATHAN: Yeah.
-How much is that?

Uh, the surgeon, staff and
equipment... In all, $18,000.

-Wow.
-And a lumpectomy costs what?

About half that.

Well, give him the lumpectomy.

A patient should be able to choose
his own medical procedure.

-Don't you think?
-No, not at these prices.

Not if he's a con.

Look, Ryan O'Reily's
going through enough shit

dealing with being a man
and having breast cancer.

I mean, his survival depends
as much on a positive outlook

as it does on the surgery.

McMANUS: Agreed.
-We can do a lot with that 18 grand.

I don't mean to sound cold,
but whether Ryan O'Reily

lives another two months or another
200 years means dick to me.

Leo, ball's in your court.

Give him the lumpectomy. Next item.

Well...

If you die, what are we gonna do
about your brother?

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

-Hey, bro.
O'REILY: Hey, Cyril, come here.

Hey.

Hey, what's the matter?
Why are you so tense?

I'm not tense.

Yes, you are.
Your body's all stiff and shit.

-Well, it's the gates and the guards.
-Yeah.

-This place is scary.
-Yeah.

-Yeah, you got that right.
-Why do you live here?

-Because I was bad, remember?
-Oh, yeah.

Yeah. And that's why
you're not bad anymore, right?

-Right.
-Right.

When are you coming home?

Not for a while yet.

I'm a little bit sick.

-And I gotta have an operation.
-No, no operations.

-Cyril.
-No operations.

Mama died in an operation
Mama died in a hospital.

-No, Cyril, stop it.
-No.

Look, I'm gonna be fine. Okay?

But if I'm not...

Well, you know, Shannon,
she's gotta live her own life.

So if she tells you
to move out of the house-

-I like our apartment.
-I know you do.

But, look, you may have to go
live with other people

who are more like you.

So if Shannon tells you
that you gotta go,

I don't want you to cry,

and I don't want you
to give Shannon a hard time.

You got me?

Because you gotta step up
and you gotta be a man, Cyril.

Okay?

It's time to be a man.

SHANNON: Are you Dr. Nathan?
-No, no, I'm Dr. Nathan.

Look, I know he's just a criminal to you,

but he's my fucking husband, understand?

Now, I asked around

and this operation
is the cheapest thing that you can do.

My husband's life ain't cheap.

You make sure that Ryan's okay.

You better make sure.

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

Yes!

[LAUGHING]

I know who killed Dino.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Fuck.

O'REILY: Hey.
-Hey.

-You ready?
-Sure.

-Let's fucking do this.
-Dr. Powell's scrubbing up.

Been lying here thinking my life's
in the hands of a complete stranger.

Well, she's the best.

I feel better knowing you're around.

-My guardian angel.
-Yeah, right.

No, seriously.

I can't figure out why the fuck you care,

but I'm glad you do.

Nobody's ever done shit for me
my whole life.

So I'm not very good at saying thanks.

I owe you.

Bigtime.

Now, you'd think a doctor or two
would be on the top of the list

of the greatest person of the millennium.

I mean, doctors do research,
discover diseases, syndromes.

But no one's gonna put
Drs. Epstein and Barr,

Drs. Guillain and Barré,

Dr. Down, or Dr. Alzheimer on any list.

Because for all their hard work,
hearing their names fills us with dread.

Their names make us sick.

You're being transferred
from Em City to Unit B.

I'll miss you.

Hey, I didn't bribe a CO
to kill Beecher. You did.

The district-attorney's office

has decided to charge you
with conspiracy to commit murder.

The hearing's in two weeks.

Do you want me to arrange
for a public defender?

[LAUGHS]

Yeah, yeah, I'd really like to have
some bleeding heart pleading my case.

I'll get my own fucking lawyer.

Well, if I were you,
I'd trade up from the last one.

SCHILLINGER:
Jesus, you fucking cocksucker!

You asked my advice,
I give you my advice.

-You call me a fucking cocksucker.
-I don't want your advice.

I want you to make this conspiracy-
to-commit-murder charge disappear.

I'm a lawyer, not the Amazing Kreskin.

Look, the state's case is firm.

The guard you bribed
is testifying against you.

And call me crazy, I think that a law
officer has more credibility than you.

-How much time am I looking at?
-Ten more years.

Te-?

All right, so I'll plead out.

I'm not even sure the DA
would be willing to make a deal.

What about Whittlesey?
I saw her murder Ross.

I've informed the authorities
and demanded an investigation

but frankly, that horse won't hunt.

What about my sons? Any word on them?

Nope. But, you know, they'll turn up.

Yeah, floating in a fucking river.

If they're out there somewhere, they're
doing crystal meth, for Christ sakes.

Will you please find my boys?

You got it.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Hey, Sister Peter Marie needs this
FedExed, Saturday delivery.

Hey, Vern.
They let you out of the hole already?

You're mad at me, aren't you?

Sure, you're mad. And I understand why.

I fucked up your chances for parole,

you're facing ten more years in Oz,
all because of me.

Oh, man.

I manipulated you like the dumb-ass,
white-trash Neanderthal you are.

You get to know a lot about a man
when he's fucking you in the ass.

Oh!

[LAUGHING]

Getting slow there, sweet pea.
Getting a little soft.

[LAUGHING]

[MEN CHATTERING]

MAN: Hey, you got a smoke?

Yo, you Schillinger?

Schillinger. Yeah.

I hear you used to run
the Aryan Brotherhood.

Yeah.

And you let Beecher shit in your face?

[GRUNTING]

[MEN SHOUTING]

The Brotherhood's falling apart.

When I ran the Brotherhood,
we were feared.

Now even the fucking fags look tougher.

But listen, you and me, Mark,

we can take things back
to the way they were.

We can rule Oz.

-Where do we start?
-We need a roadkill.

Show everybody we're back in the game.

So who gets whacked first?

The meanest motherfucking mutt
we can find.

HILL: Prisoner number 98V238,
Alexander Vogel.

Convicted June 1st, '98.

Two counts,
murder in the second degree, theft.

Sentence: 50 years. Up for parole in 30.

GLYNN: So you don't know anything
about Alexander Vogel's murder?

Well, if the Aryan Brotherhood's
not involved,

why was "Jew" carved on his chest?

Hmm.

Maybe some gang
is trying to lay the blame on us.

We're not the only ones
that hate Jews, you know?

[IN DEEP VOICE]
I mean, your people do too.

You're involved in this, Schillinger.
I know you are.

Yeah?

Well, if that's true, prove it.

I will.

Take him to his cell.

SCHILLINGER:
♪ Wish I was in the land of cotton ♪

♪ Old times there are not forgotten ♪

[SIGHS]

Hey, nice, uh-Nice job on Vogel. Nice.

Every inmate knows we did it.
That's what matters.

-So, what happens next?
-Next, we take care of him.

We kill Beecher?

Yeah.

But first, we make him suffer.

Suffer long and hard.

Maybe the greatest man
of the millennium was a woman.

Princess Di, Mother Teresa,
Catherine the Great.

Madame Curie, Marilyn Monroe.

Say what you want about her, yo.

She made her little slice
of the millennium

a shitload more interesting.

Shirley Bellinger,
who was convicted for the murder

of her 4-year-old daughter,
was sentenced to death today.

The first woman in this state
to be executed since 1841.

She will receive
a lethal injection next month

at Oswald State Penitentiary.

Bellinger's lawyer has already filed
an appeal in federal court

and will hold a press conference
tomorrow.

Speaking from the capital,

Governor Devlin said
he supports the sentence

and would not consider
a stay of execution if petitioned.

How comfy.

HILL: Yo, imagine being
remembered for a thousand years.

The things you did when you was alive

reaching across time and touching
the lives of people not yet born.

That's some dream.

Yeah, that's why people write books,

start religions, find cures,

run for president. But me?

I don't wanna be a great man.

I don't care if I'm remembered
for the next thousand years.

All I ask is if we pass on the street,

notice me.