All language subtitles for Oz - S02E05 - Family Bizness.eng

Family.

Our families determine who we are,
determine what we're not.

All of our relationships with everybody
we ever meet for the rest of our lives

is based on the way we relate
to the members of our family.

No wonder the world's so fucked up.

[LAUGHS]

Said.

I read your book.

I don't give refunds.

I liked it.

[SCOFFS]

-Really, I did.
-Schillinger, what do you want?

Same as you.

I see in here a man who wants
to fuck the system.

Use the law against itself.

I do too.

I've been charged with conspiracy
to commit murder.

Trial's coming up.

I fired my horseshit lawyer.
I want you to represent me.

I'm serious.

Think of it.

If Kareem Said believes I'm innocent,
the jury might too.

And if you defend a white man
with my kind of beliefs,

you'll stun Glynn and McManus.

You will rock the outside world.

You will be known as a man who truly
strives for justice,

blind to race, unfettered by prejudice.

What do you say?

I'll think about it.

Hey, yo, what the fuck is you doing, man?

Is that my poetry you fucking with?
What the fuck is you doing, man?

What you think,
this is a fucking joke, B?

I'll fucking break you up,
that's my word, B.

-Don't fuck with my poetry.
OFFICER: Come on.

Girls, stop it, you're both pretty.

Come on, come on. Come on.

OFFICER: Get the other bum out of here.

Come on, do-rag.

McMANUS: This is your third
incident in as many weeks.

Clearly I am not getting through to you.

So as of today, our deal is off.

You're back in the kitchen
mopping floors.

Big fucking deal.

I'm not gonna let you graduate.

You can still go to class,
get your diploma,

but I'm not gonna let you go
to the graduation ceremony.

My girl's coming and my mom's coming.

Too bad. Call them and cancel.

[BUZZER SOUNDING]

You have got to stay out of trouble.

Fucker ripped up my poems, man.

Even so, you're being published,

and so a lot of very important people,

very famous writers, have taken up
your cause to get your case reviewed.

We're about to go before
the parole commission.

Something like this could
screw things up completely.

Now...

...Sister Peter Marie says that you
haven't been to drug counseling lately.

I'm gonna let that slide too.

You know why?

Because you give this place a good name.

You do anything to give it a bad name
from here on out,

you don't get a second chance.

Okay.

Prisoner number 96J332, Arnold Jackson.

Mr. Jackson, I will ask you questions

based upon your pre-parole summary
and your institutional profile.

After this hearing, I will make
a written recommendation

to the parole commissioner.

Our conversation is being recorded

should you choose to appeal
whatever decision is reached.

Any questions?

No.

[BELL RINGS]

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

Everybody.

Everybody, I've got some good news
for you.

You two are engaged?

[PRISONERS LAUGHING]

The Poet has been granted parole.

PRISONER 1: Wow!

O'REILY: Holy shit.
PRISONER 2: Fuck that.

So, what do I do? When?

Well, it's an immediate release,
so that means right after graduation.

This is perfect timing since McManus
and I have chosen

Poet to be the class valedictorian.

Yo, valedic-what?

Congratulations, Poet.

We wanted to share this with you here
in order to encourage you all.

Poet's being rewarded now,
but everybody can be.

So work hard.

All right, guys, let's get started, huh?

Who knows what valedictorian means?

DEVLIN: It'll be good for McManus.

He needs a little education himself.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

In reality.

Hello, Tim.

Governor.

What's this, Leo? Sneak attack?

Have a seat. McMANUS: No, thanks.

What brings you down from Mount Olympus?

I'll give you three clues: G-E-D.

The state has decided to eliminate the
high school equivalency program

from the next year's prison budget.

What? You can't do that.

This program is working. With time-

Well, we don't have time.

Plain and simple, we need more COs
and the budget can't handle both.

We would need less COs

if there were fewer prisoners,
which is exactly what's happening with

education programs like ours, governor.

I'm holding a press conference
on the 15th to announce the budget.

Until then, this information
is not to leave the room.

The 15th. That's three days
after the students graduate.

I planned it that way,
so the ceremony wouldn't be affected.

Oh, so you're coming
to the graduation ceremony?

Unfortunately, yes.

The wages of spin.

McMANUS: I don't want
a big production or anything.

It's just gonna distract the inmates.

Well, it's just the cameraman
and myself. That's all.

Local news ain't Hollywood,
at least not yet.

Now, how long will this story
be on the air?

Depends on whatever else is happening.

Forty-five seconds, three minutes.

I want three minutes.

These men have worked hard,
they deserve the recognition.

I want your viewers to know that
something good's coming out of Oz.

-All right, see you on the 12th.
-Okay.

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

[PEOPLE APPLAUDING]

Governor Devlin, Warden Glynn,

graduates, families, friends.

It is with great pride
that I stand before you now

to mark not only the academic achievement

of the individuals we are here to honor,

but also the communal victory

to which every person in this room
has contributed.

These students have taught me
that the GED diploma

is only part of a much larger goal.

To change one's life and never look back.

So it is with great sorrow
that I tell you,

this could be the last year
of education at Oswald.

In the new budget that will soon
be considered by our legislature,

the equivalency program
will be terminated.

This tragic decision won't affect
today's graduates,

but their dedication and hard work
have left a legacy

which inevitably will disappear.

In the immortal words of Chuck D.:

"Don't believe the hype."

I'd like to introduce
our class valedictorian,

Arnold "Poet" Jackson.

[PEOPLE CHEERING]

Too many prisons And not enough schools

Too many weapons And not enough tools

Not enough teachers Too many fools

But me I'm from where fights is born

I'm from where nights is dawned

I'm from the ingredients
Spit from the sun

I formed an allegiance
With the number one

The letter A The beginning of the day

The way, the wisdom The wish, the will

The river, the tree, the try, the trek

The rub of the neck

The ball of the foot
The back of the thigh

The glimmer of their eye
Appeared at what it's intrigued by

Tried by what it's believed by

I have taken on the likeness of love

The harbor of hate The hell of here

And the wonder of the where after
I've discerned the disaster

And drank Dom Pérignon And Armageddon

I have drank the sacred ambrosia

Housed in the chalice
Of the rebellious cherubim

Disguised as quarter juices

I have died toothless
And been reborn 144,000 times

I've got 144,000 rhymes

For every brain cell

But I waste away in a cell

Thank you.

[PEOPLE APPLAUDING]

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you

the graduating class of 1998.

Luis Battista.

Arnold "Poet" Jackson.

Timmy Kirk.

McMANUS: Nice ceremony, huh, governor?

How come you didn't hang around
for the cake and coffee?

McManus, McManus, McManus,
you think you're so goddamn clever.

Bring me here, embarrass me publicly.

That was pretty much the idea, yeah.

Oh, you think I'm vulnerable, right?

What with my wife walking out,

all the corruption charges,

not to mention the drop
I took in the polls

after sending in the SWAT team
during the riots.

Saving your ass in the process,
I might add.

You figure I can't take
any more heat, right?

I'm a simple man with a simple plan.

Yes, but I'm not.

A year ago, my enemies thought
by now I'd be impeached

because, like you, they underestimate me

and the voters.

See, the voters and I
have a love-hate relationship.

They know I'm a bully,
they suspect I'm dishonest,

they even assume I cheated on my wife.

But crime is down,

taxes are down.

Employment, however, is up.

Median income is up, up, up.

The Knights made it into the playoffs.

Even the ballet is thriving,
and as for education,

we now have the second highest
literacy rate in the U.S. of A.

So do you seriously think
that John and Jane Q. Public

give a shit that some drugged-out
homeboy is gonna get a diploma,

knowing that their own little darlings
are going to Yale?

Enjoy that coffee and cake.

You see what I'm saying?
People move the way that they do

because they're still working out
some shit with their fathers.

They're still pissed at their mothers
for not potty-training them properly.

Shit like that.

People wanna get back at their
parents for making them be born.

Bad baby.

Yo, what's up?

What you want, Wangler?

You're leaving today.

Yeah, I'm leaving today.

You want something or not? What?

Yo, man, I heard your poem
at the graduation, man.

I like what you said.

Yeah, yeah.

Yo, Poet, man, I know I been
giving you a lot of shit lately.

You know, calling you a faggot, talking
about your poetry and everything else.

Yeah.

But, yo, you good, man, you real good.

Thanks, man.

You know, it's kind of-
It's kind of fucked up, you know,

you not being able to graduate and all.

Yeah, man, I know. Fucking McManus.

I had to call my girl and explain.

POET: Yeah.
-Yeah.

I didn't even have the heart
to call my mom, man.

You know, she been so proud of me lately,

learning to read and school
and all that shit.

Yeah.

And I broke her heart
so many fucking times.

Yeah.

That's why, yo, I was wondering
if before you jet,

you could write me a letter to her.

You know,
telling her I'm sorry for all this.

Kenny, you know how to write a letter.

No, no, I mean...

See, you got the words.

I don't-I don't have the words.

The vocabulary.

Plus, it's a trade.

POET: Yeah.

All right.

You're packed?

No, you know, I decided I didn't wanna

take anything out of this place,
you know?

So no last meal?

No goodbyes to anybody.
Just, "See you, have a nice life."

You know,
it's kind of fucked up, leaving.

A little.

Everybody else is staying.

You know,
it's like waking up from a dream.

Hope is a waking dream.

Who that, Muhammad?

Aristotle.

Well, that fuck ain't never
served no time in Oz.

Poet, your mother's here.

I wanna thank you.

Both.

As-salamu alaykum, brother.

OFFICER: Hey, Shirley.

You know, you're the prettiest girl
on death row.

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

MUKADA: Hello, Shirley.

Thank you for coming.

If you hadn't asked, I would have anyway.

I never was much
for any kind of religion.

I was baptized Lutheran,
went to Quaker school.

My first husband was a Jew,
my second was a whatchadingy.

Whatchadingy?

You know,
when you don't believe in anything?

-An atheist.
-Yeah.

Are you an atheist?

I'm not sure.

Ever since the accident, I've been
full up with all sorts of feelings.

The accident?

When my daughter died.

Save me.

-Do you wanna be saved?
-I want you to save me.

From what? From hell?

From lethal injection?

That collar looks so stiff.

Why don't you take it off?

Stop it.

Officer.

Look at me.

I'm so fucked up.

[SHIRLEY CRYING]

I'm sorry.

[CONTINUES CRYING]

In Oz, you don't get to see much
of your real family,

your blood relatives.

Sometimes the things you do inside,
you do for them.

To keep them alive,
to keep them around you,

even if only in your head.

Well, look who's here.

What brings you down
to the low-rent district?

Just because you're not
in Em City anymore,

doesn't mean I don't care
what's going on with you.

Bull-fucking-shit.

McManus, I had to listen
to your sanctimonious crap

when I lived in Em City,

but I don't have to now.

Bye.

All right, I don't care how you're doing.

Hey, boys, honesty.

[PRISONERS LAUGHING]

I wanna talk to you

about your accusation
that Officer Whittlesey

shot Scott Ross during the riot.

Accusation?

I saw Whittlesey kill Ross.

Well,

I want you to tell me everything.

All the details. SCHILLINGER: Why?

You hacks just protect each other.

All you're gonna do is bury the truth.

Not this time.

Tim. Hey.

My daughter's in town.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

My mom's in the hospital, so she
hasn't been able to take care of her.

I have this friend Janice who also
has a daughter

and she lives a couple blocks from here,

so she's been helping me out a couple
days a week watching Didi.

That's good.

You had said that you wanted to meet her

and I told her so much about you,

I was wondering if you wanted
to get dinner tonight.

Just the three of us, my treat.

Okay.

Okay.

This goddamn motherfucking piece of shit.

Is there anything
in this fucking come stain

of a building that works?

Rick, relax.
It's a soda machine there, pal.

It-it ate my dollar.

Well, there's a number
on the side there you could call.

Well, fuck that.

You feel better?

Yes, much.

Much better.

McMANUS: I can't come to poker tonight.

Fuck. Why?

I promised Diane I would go
have dinner with her and her kid.

Man, you and she. On again, off again.

We're definitely off again.

RICK: How come?

Timmy boy, you have got to be

the most transparent man
on God's green earth.

What?

You started shying away
from her ever since the riot.

Ever since that bitch Case
and his commission

started sniffing around.

No, she came to see me in the hospital.

She was actually very helpful.

RICK: So, what happened?

-Forget it.
-Hey.

Tim, how-How long we known
each other, huh?

You don't trust me?

All right.

Rick, I read the commission's report
about a hundred times.

I may be nuts,

but I don't think Scott Ross
died the way it says he did.

I think-

I think he was murdered.

-No shit.
-By Diane.

-Tim, come on.
-I know.

-You got proof?
-No.

Only Schillinger's word.
He says he saw her do it.

Fuck Schillinger.

Yeah, well...

When I asked Diane about it,
she lied to me.

-How do you know?
-You sleep with someone, you know.

Gotta go.

Yeah, hey, Joey, is Diane there?

McMANUS: Diane? WITTLESEY: Yeah.

Are you ready? WITTLESEY: Just about.

Tim, I gotta be blunt.

I know you have doubts about
what really happened to Scott Ross.

Do you remember the look in his eyes
when he fired that gun at you?

Yeah.

Do you remember anything
of what happened next?

I've tried to. I can't.

WITTLESEY: I don't remember
much myself. It all happened so fast.

I do know that I did what I did
because he shot you.

He wanted you dead.

-And that justifies it?
-Yes.

If I agree with you,

it goes against everything I believe in,
every principle I stand for.

I'm not asking you
to compromise yourself.

I'm just saying we don't all live
in the same world as you.

For most of us, what has to be done

matters more than what should be done.

SISTER PETER: There's your mommy.

WITTLESEY: Hey, sweetie.

This is Didi.

You still wanna get dinner?

No.

Hello, Augustus.

Yo, yo, yo-yos.

Now that's what I call dirty.

Clean it up.

Confess, fellas.

-Can you keep a secret?
-Of course he can.

The question is do I want to?

What would you like in return?

-Wash my clothes for a month.
-A week.

-Three.
-Two.

-And a half.
-Done.

-Busmalis and I are digging a tunnel.
-An escape tunnel.

Shh!

-Sorry.
-When we first got back to Em City,

you said you was gonna dig out.
I thought you was bullshitting.

I know it sounds crazy. HILL: No, no.

-But it can be done.
-Oh.

We take turns at night.

During the day,
we put the floor tiles back.

And then you get rid of the dirt
by washing the clothes, right?

Yeah, that was Rebadow's idea.

All right.

Would you like to join us?

Me? This hole gonna have handicap access?

Just-Your secret's safe with me.

Bottom, middle,
make sure you fold my clothes

when you take them out of the dryer.

GLYNN: Rumor has it
you're planning to kill Adebisi.

-You shouldn't listen to rumors.
-Don't play games with me.

I'm warning you, if anything happens
to Adebisi, I'm coming after you.

SCHIBETTA: Who's playing games?

What, I gotta keep reminding you?
You owe me.

You owe me large.

You think you can hold that
over my head forever?

Forever or for as long
as we're in this fucking zoo together.

You know what I appreciate about you?

You're a family man.

You like your job,
but you love your family.

Looks like we got nothing to talk about.

GLYNN: Officer.

[GRUNTING]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

HILL: Older brothers. Older brothers
get to fuck up first, break in the folks.

What's going on, little brother?

GLYNN: Hey, Mark.

Come.

Sit down.

Uh-oh.

What?

You got your deep baritone going.

That means some kind of shit
has hit some sort of fan.

It's Schibetta.

I can't keep protecting you.

What did he say?

Nothing new.

Either he gets what he wants
or you go to jail.

Fucking guinea motherfucker.

He's not to blame.

You are.

-Here we go. The lecture.
-This is not-

I told you, man.
I didn't mean to kill nobody.

I was just trying to make some
fucking money for rent.

MAN: What are you doing?

Please, no.

MARK: Gisante said shoot, so I shoot.

GLYNN: Look, you fired the gun, period.

Now, Schibetta's boys
are holding on to it for leverage.

-You gotta turn yourself in.
-What?

-You fucking kidding me?
-Look, you have to, Mark.

You killed a man.

You gonna let your own brother burn,
so you can run your prison?

Are you gonna make
your brother pay for your crime?

Now, I am living a lie.

I could get the death penalty.

I keep protecting you,

who knows how far Schibetta
could take this.

How many more people will die?

I'm sorry, Leo.

He said shoot.

Please. Don't do this to me.

You did it to yourself, Mark.

Now, you have to turn yourself in.

I'll go with you if you want.

But you gotta turn yourself in.

Hey. So I spread this rat poison
all over the place.

You should have used the traps.

Now the rats crawl
into the fucking walls to die.

We'll smell the stench
for a fucking week.

Not that you notice
anything smells bad, Adebisi.

Little Nino,
when you say things like that,

it hurts.

I just wanna be friends.

Friends, huh?

Okay, pal of mine, how's about
you go get me a chocolate bar?

My pleasure.

No problem.

Bitch.

Yo, I been thinking about your offer,
about taking out Schibetta.

-So you'll do it?
-No.

But that don't mean
me and you still can't do business.

Listen, I got a little slice of news
for you that might be helpful.

Schibetta has something on the warden.

I don't know what it is, all right?

But I got a funny feeling the warden
would not mind if the wop took a hit.

I kill him,
they still have to investigate.

No, no, no. What you gotta do
is you gotta slow down Schibetta.

Let Glynn sweep the dirt
underneath the fucking rug.

Hey, papi.

You and me.

We could tango.

You know, I been taking dance lessons,

just in case you asked me.

Here, baby.

There you go.

Little more, little more.

What happened?

Schibetta was brought in,
vomiting and pissing blood.

My guess is he was poisoned.

Christ.

I want Adebisi.

I want you to deliver Adebisi to me.

GLYNN: No.
-No?

No. If Adebisi did this,
I'll punish him, not you.

Leo... Don't call me Leo.

Is that a threat or a joke?

My brother is turning himself in.

You and I are done, capisce?

Hey, warden,
what brings you to the kitchen?

Schibetta's gone. You guys are out.

With or without Schibetta,
we run the kitchen.

Wrong. You boys have been reassigned.

The dress factory.

Dress factory, that's bullshit.
We're no dress-

I'll see you real soon.

Make me a dress, bitch.

See? A little poison

and all the rats are gone.

If I can prove you hurt Schibetta,
you're gone too.

The Jackson Five.

The Kennedy brothers.

The Marx Brothers.

When brothers work together,
amazing shit happens.

HILL: When they don't...

...life sucks.

It's gonna cost you 100 bucks
to get in there.

KELLER: Oh, yeah?

MACK: Yeah.

PRISONER: You fucker!

MACK: You broke my fucking nose.

ALVAREZ: All right, you just wait over
there. The doctor will be with you soon.

What are you doing here?

I'm checking my broken nose.

Motherfucker.

-Sorry about that.
-Yeah, right.

Well, I'm getting this baby off.
My arm's finally healed.

What makes you think I give two shits?

Hey, I said I was sorry
about breaking your nose,

but fighting you had to look real

or Beecher would have guessed
we were in cahoots.

I owe you.

Yeah, well, Schillinger
says we have to work together.

Let me tell you, after Beecher's dead,

you and me, we got a score to settle.

Anytime you want, day or night, baby.

NATHAN: Okay, Keller.

-He's all yours.
-Give me your arm.

[BUZZING]

Aah!

So you never wrestled before?

Like, once in high school.

When Arthur Weiner
got his leg broken by Tad Lefkofsky.

I heard that snap, I got up, I got out.

I'll make sure nothing snaps.

Square yourself up,
put your strong leg back.

-Which is my strong leg?
KELLER: We'll figure out.

Key is to grab the other guy's waist,

pull him on top of you, then spin him
around so you can pin him, all right?

Let's go.

Let's go.

[GRUNTING]

Ow! You grabbed my neck.

KELLER: Oh, yeah. I forgot
to tell you about that one.

Let's try it again. Slowly.

[GRUNTING]

Hey, that was good.

-You're letting me win.
-No, I'm not.

Yeah, you are. You fucking are.

Well, I'll tell you what.
Next time, I won't.

Come on, let's go again.

[GRUNTING]

You know this is a stupid-ass game.

Will you just give it a chance?

-You can't do that.
-This is what I'm talking-

-There's too many fucking rules.
-There's no castle in check.

And like wrestling doesn't have too many?

[KNOCKING]

-That's my move.
-Beecher, I need to talk to you.

KELLER: Uh-oh.

-What did you do wrong?
-Nothing.

If you do something wrong,
you're summoned to McManus' office.

He comes to deliver bad news. What's up?

You sure you want me
to do this in front of him?

Yeah.

Your wife, she died.

What?

She killed herself.

God almighty.

How?

McMANUS: Asphyxiation. She-

She locked herself in the garage,
she left the car running.

And the kids?

McMANUS: They're fine.

Where are my kids?

-They're with your family.
-I wanna see my kids.

I arranged for a visit tomorrow.

Okay.

Beecher, I'm sorry.

If there's anything I can do...

Did Genevieve leave a note?

McMANUS: I don't know.

Yeah, well, I bet she left a note.

I'll try to find out.

Wanna play some more chess?

Wanna go wrestle?

Want me to leave you the fuck alone?

-Oh, man.
-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Look, you wanna cry, you go ahead, man.

No one's watching.

It's cool.

SCHILLINGER: Mail call.

Tobias, got something here for you.

Stationary from Cartier. Ooh.

Oh. I heard your wife offed herself.

[LAUGHING]

Oh.

What's the matter? BEECHER: Sweet Jesus.

It's from Genevieve.

She says that I did it.

That I killed her
just like that little girl.

WOMAN: Toby.

Where are they?

In the playroom.

Toby. Toby, wait.

Wait.

What, Grandmother?

They're the ones that found her.

So go slowly.

They haven't seen you
in more than a year,

and then this place...

I'm just not sure
we should have come this soon.

They're still in shock.

You don't want me to see them?

It's not that. It's-No.
Just not this way, not yet.

Not now.

I understand.

Take them home, Grandmother.

WOMAN: Oh, Toby-
-Get them the fuck out of here.

[BEECHER CRYING]

Beecher, what's the matter?

I- I fucked up my life.

I have completely fucked up my life.

-I'm all alone.
-No, you're not.

-I'm all alone.
-No, no, you're not.

No, you're not.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Don't fucking touch me.

Husbands and wives, man.

We come into this world looking for
unconditional love from our parents.

And when we don't get it,
we find someone,

anyone, and we marry them.

And we spend the rest
of our lives together

beating the shit out of each other,

trying to prove that we didn't deserve
unconditional love in the first place.

In a marriage, you pay for crimes
you never committed.

-Beyotch.
-What? Motherfucker.

My car just hissed at me.

There's steam coming out of the engine.

Can you give me a ride to the rectory?

Pete?

Oh, hi. Hi, Ray.

Oh, you're working. I'm sorry.

No, no, no, come on in. Come on in.

Maybe you can...

Look, these are the words that
William Giles has been saying to me

over and over and over again.

MUKADA: What do they mean?
-I don't have a clue.

I've tried everything I can to-

To get him to open up, but...

So I thought
that if I just write them out,

maybe I can see a connection.

-Amore means love.
-Yeah.

-Sick love?
-No, I tried that.

Sick amore. Sick amore.

Sycamore?

Street.

Sycamore Street.

Broome Street.

Sycamore Street. Broome Street.

Sycamore and Broome.

What the hell happened
on Sycamore and Broome?

That's the corner where
my husband was killed.

SISTER PETER: Open Giles' cell.

-Sister, I can't do that.
-Open it.

Warden Glynn gave me instructions
not to let you in

-unless Giles is manacled-
-I don't have time to wait.

-Sister, I-
-Listen to the sound of my voice.

Let me in.

Did-Did you murder my husband?

Is that what you've been
trying to tell me?

-Is this confession by Morse code?
-No.

No.

Then, what?

What?

Peter. Peter Marie-

Oh, no, please. Please don't start
that stuff with me again.

Just-Look.

My husband died on the corner
of Sycamore and Broome, right?

Somebody pushed him off
the back of a truck.

Did you do it?

No.

Eyes. SISTER PETER: Eyes.

You saw Leonard get pushed.

Yoh-za.

SISTER PETER: Right. So-So-
So, what happened?

Pop. Crackle.

Snap.

Yeah. Yes, his neck was broken.

But what happened before that?

Who pushed him?

Please, please, please.

William, who pushed him?

Aim.

SISTER PETER: What do you mean by aim?

-Aim.
-What is aim?

-Tell me.
-Aim! Aim, aim!

Aim! Aim!

Aim!

Aim! Aim!

Because we share
the same blood with our family,

we can ask them to do anything.

Anything. Lie, cheat, take a bullet.

Only, don't ask to borrow the new Lexus

because then, my man,
you are crossing the line.

ALVAREZ: O'Reily.

[WHISPERS] Oh. Did you get it?

Nice.

Let me see the Benny first.

Here.

You know, I can understand paying
this type of money for tits, but for that?

Hey, what the fuck kind of scam
you up to?

O'REILY: No scam.
-So why you have me steal it?

Because it's hers.

-Yeah, it's Nathan's, right?
-Yeah.

Okay. O'REILY: What?

If I didn't know better,
I'd say you're in love.

What, is that so hard to believe, huh?

Me in love?

You, me, anybody.

Not in Oz, man.

You're wrong.

[PHONE RINGS]

Dr. Nathan. O'REILY: Hi.

What do you want?

I was wondering why you weren't
there for my latest dose of chemo.

No, I don't need to be there. The nurse
is qualified to do the procedure.

Look, this-

This chemo's making me pretty sick

and I think I need a check-up.

Fine. I'll arrange for Dr. Prestopnik
to see you this afternoon.

No, but I-

I want you to take care of me.

-I'm busy.
-Doing what?

That's not your business. I'm hanging up.

No, no, no. Don't get angry.

I'm not. You-
You gotta stop calling me all the time.

-Okay.
-I'm hanging up.

Hold on a second.

I love you.

Hello?

-Hello? Hello, hello, hello?
-Goodbye.

SISTER PETER: What was that all about?

Ryan O'Reily.

He calls me 100 times a day.

-He writes me letters.
SISTER PETER: Love letters?

He's starting to creep me out.

Gloria, you haven't-

You haven't been encouraging him,
have you?

-No.
-Okay, okay.

I'm just asking, because a few weeks ago,

you said that you were attracted to him.

I know, but I didn't do anything.

I didn't say anything.
I was just being a good doctor.

I swear.

You want me to have a chat with him?

If you think it'll help.

Can't hurt.

Mind if I read these?

SISTER PETER: Hey, Ryan,
come on in. Sit down.

So how are you feeling?

Some days are better than others.

Well, I'm not surprised.

What you've been through
these last few weeks,

breast cancer, surgery, chemo,

these things are difficult to adjust to.

O'REILY: I manage.

What I mean is,

your life was in danger
just a short time ago, and now,

your chances for recovery are excellent.

So that all the fear that you experienced

has to be replaced by something else.

You know, other emotions.

Like your feelings for Dr. Nathan.

You seem to have been
focusing a lot on her lately.

She saved my fucking life.

Well, sure, of course,

but it's very easy to mistake
appreciation for affection.

You're saying what I'm feeling
isn't real?

Oh, no, no, no. I'm sure it is for you.

But for Dr. Nathan, it's-

Well, she has a different perspective.

And if you care for her, Ryan,

you have to respect that.

You should stop writing, stop calling.

Sometimes I just need to hear her voice.

Yeah, I understand.

But she doesn't wanna hear yours.

Ryan, love, true love, is reciprocal.

Both people have to care
for each other equally,

and when half that equation is missing-

Listen to me,
when half that equation is missing,

it's no longer love.

-It's obsession.
-No, no, you're wrong.

What I feel for her is-

ls the truest, best thing

I have ever had in my whole fucking life.

And you're not gonna
take it away from me.

-That was not-
-What, is she too good for me?

No, you know what?

You tell her this.

I love her.

She can send me to a thousand shrinks,

she can drop me
into the hole for a million years

and there's nothing she can do to
ever change the way I feel about her.

Got it?

[KNOCKING]

Thanks.

You dated her, didn't you?

She's married, O'Reily. So are you.

Did you fuck her, huh?

Did you fuck her, McManus? Was she good?

-You have got to stop.
-I can't.

You gotta do this for me, Cyril.

But it's bad.

And you told me not to be bad anymore.

Do this.

One time.

For me.

Okay. O'REILY: Okay.

I love you, bro.

I love you too.

Hey. You wanted to see me?

Yes. Have a seat.

We just got word from the state police.

They found a body
and they think it's your husband's.

My husband?

He was murdered.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

[CRYING]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

HILL: Every once in a while,
I remember something I did

when I was a child.

Or something that was done to me,

by my father or my brother or a cousin.

Some injury, some humiliation.

And it seems like

it happened to another person
a century or two ago.

I'm not really sure if what I remember
really took place at all.

You can't build your life relying
on the perception of a little boy,

on the echoes of some memory. No.

You got to let all that shit go.

You got to start fresh.

[HEART BEATING]

HILL: Every single day,

you have got to start again.