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[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

- So, there used to be this tribe,

the Aztecs,

who believed that the universe was created by violence.

Every year at what was their version of Christmas,

they would cut out someone's heart

and offer it up to the gods.

These people were convinced that without this sacrifice,

the sun would fall from the sky

and the world would come to an end.

Then the Spaniards landed,

wiped the Aztecs off the face of the Earth.

Turns out they was right.

The world did come to an end...

for them.

Welcome to Oz,

ten months after the world ended.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- All right.

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

but after almost a year,

a lot of politic-ing, ball-busting,

and some back up from the warden,

here we are.

- It's a new deal, gentlemen.

- It's a better deal. It's a fair deal.

Now, I have identified ten groups.

The Muslims, the gangsters,

the Latinos, the Italians,

the Irish, the Aryans,

the bikers, the Christians,

the gays, and one called "the others."

Each group will have four prisoners

living at Em City.

No more, no less.

Each group will be equal. Each individual, equal.

- Bullshit.

- No, it is not bullshit,

and to make sure that it's not,

I'm also establishing a council

to air grievances, to advise me.

Each group will have one member serve on said council.

Any questions?

- Yes. Given all that's happened,

why did you come back?

Why do you still believe Emerald City will work?

- Well, the truth is this:

we either learn to change or we repeat our mistakes.

We either become a part of our community,

or we remain isolated from it.

In either case,

the success of our lives depends on us.

[indistinct chatter]

I am not solely responsible to make Em City work.

It's you too.

[indistinct chatter]

Any other questions?

[gate buzzes]

- Kareem, you should be

our representative on the council.

- That's assuming that we participate.

- You saying we shouldn't?

- No, I'm saying that we wait.

Our absence may speak louder than our presence.

- First thing, we start to sell tits again.

- Yeah, but what about O'Reily?

- I'll handle O'Reily.

- I'll handle Adebisi.

What worries me is the Sicilians coming in.

- I don't see Nino Schibetta anywhere.

- Schibetta's dead.

It's his son who's the hair across our ass now.

- We're gonna take back the drug trade

and find out who hurt my father and then...

[playing cards slap table]

- Shit.

The rest of these cock motherfuckers.

They gonna learn, bro.

They can't shit on us no more.

- How the fuck did I get to be an "other"?

On the streets I was selling dope.

I was as bad as any of those homeboys.

I fucking killed a cop!

What am I doing here with you guys?

- You're disabled.

- And the rest of you are fucking certifiable.

- Who are you?

- Agamemnon Busmalis, aka The Mole.

- The Mole?

- I dig.

I can dig anywhere.

I'm gonna dig my way out of Oz.

- I tell you, I don't belong with those three clowns, man.

They're crazy.

Especially Beecher.

I mean, forget all that shit he did to Schillinger.

Beecher bit off some fucker's dick, yo.

- [spits]

- That was ten months ago.

- Oh, yeah, well, then that's okay.

You got us sharing a pod, McManus.

I gotta sleep with one eye open.

- Sister Peter Marie says he's responding to therapy.

- Well, then let her bunk with him.

♪ ♪

[bunk creaking]

♪ ♪

- [urinating]

- [sighs]

- All right, I call this first meeting

of the Emerald City Council to order.

We're gonna need a recording secretary.

- Anyone know how to write?

- Yeah, I'll do it.

I'm famous for my penmanship.

- Here you go, watch out.

Now, a lot of you men have had raw deals growing up.

Abusive parents, shitty housing, no jobs.

Now, my goal is to make clear

that each of you has an equal opportunity

to turn your lives around.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- And how you gonna do that?

- Initially with education.

Over half the inmates in Oz never finished high school.

The federal prison system

has mandatory education programs in place since 1982.

We're gonna have the same requirements

in Emerald City.

- There's already a program.

- It's not mandatory.

- Yo, who cares, man? What's important is

we start bringing back them conjugals, man.

[all cheering]

- How about some fucking cigarettes, huh?

- Hell yeah. - One thing at a time, guys.

One thing at a time. Education first.

Since it's mandatory, we're gonna have more students.

Therefore, we're gonna need for teachers.

And since our budget for this thing is so small,

I'm asking for volunteers.

- O'Reily.

[light laughter] - Yeah.

- Coushaine, I saw in your files

you used to teach high school briefly.

- Yeah. - [clears throat]

- How about helping us out here?

- Okay.

- Nice one, pretty boy. - What a trouper.

- Okay, okay.

Said...

The Muslims weren't represented at the council meeting.

- If this council has real power,

then we will participate.

- Well, how do you mean?

- Do we get to make policy

or do we simply rubber-stamp yours?

- This is a prison, not a democracy.

- Oh, I know that only too well.

- You know, I meant what I said about a second chance.

I want to do it right this time.

If you don't want to participate, that's fine.

Just don't get in my way.

- McManus, you want us to be allies,

but that will never happen.

Better for you to transfer me back to Gen Pop

and be done with me.

♪ ♪

[bell ringing]

- No.

You know, when I was laying in that hospital bed

and I was afraid I was gonna die,

I started praying.

I'm not saying I had any great spiritual awakening, Said,

but I did come to realize that

my god and yours aren't so different.

They both expect the best from us

and for us to find the best in each other.

- I've written another book, McManus.

It comes out next month. It's about the riot.

And when I was writing, I looked for the best in you.

You want to know what I found?

A confused, frightened little man.

- Well, I was frightened, and I was confused.

But you take a bullet in the chest,

you see things differently.

People can change, Said.

Even me.

Even you.

Kenny.

- McManus, you're fucking up my floor, McManus.

- That's all right.

- My dick, you don't have to mop it up again.

- You know, you went to class when you first got tossed,

but then you dropped out.

- I hated that shit.

- So you prefer mopping floors?

- I prefer to be chilling with some chicks and some Henny,

but I can't, can I?

- What about when you get out?

How are you gonna get a job without an education?

- [scoffs] I got a job when I get out.

- Yeah, what?

- Look, I made some connections in here.

People are gonna take care of me, all right?

- I see. You're gonna be selling drugs?

- What do you want, McManus?

- A trade: instead of this, you get your G.E.D.

- What?

- You finish high school.

It's a simple offer.

Class instead of work.

Your choice.

- And I won't have to mop no more?

All right, I'll look into it.

[Muslims praying]

- Hey.

- Hey.

- What you working on there?

- I'm working on a poem.

- It's a poem?

- [chuckles] Yeah.

It ain't finished yet, though.

- Got any words for it?

- Up here.

- You never write 'em down?

- It's easier like this.

- Why don't you read it to me?

- [stammers] I gotta keep away from these motels.

These cockroach motels.

But I ain't going out like that.

You see, us--us cockroaches,

we been around, ha, since the beginning of time.

Now I'm letting loose on a little bit of crime.

Look, these motherfucking motel makers, they shook.

But I ain't getting caught.

I ain't from the silly sort

who venture too far from the nest and can't test.

I'm saying, I gotta play

the deep, dark, lower level funk for a sec, though.

Illy ill shit get that mental in check.

- Prisoner number 9-6-J-3-3-2,

Arnold Jackson, aka Poet.

Convicted February 15, '96...

[gunshot] [car alarm blaring]

Armed robbery, attempted murder,

possession of a deadly weapon.

Sentence: 16 years.

Up for parole in nine.

- Listen, I want you to start coming to class.

- [laughs] I ain't with that, man.

That's not me.

- I want you to get your education.

I want you to get a diploma.

- Fuck that, man. Man...

- Wait, wait, wait, just wait.

I'll tell you what. - What?

- You start going to class,

I'll arrange for you to have a conjugal visit.

- I-I ain't even married, man.

- Got a girlfriend? - Yeah.

- Well, like I said,

you start going to class, you keep going to class,

you get your G.E.D,

I'll arrange for you to see her once.

- Ain't there rules about this, man?

- Fuck the rules.

Deal?

- Yeah.

[bell ringing]

- Today, we're gonna concentrate on reading and grammar

so I can get a sense of everyone's skill level.

Let's start with having somebody read out loud.

Anybody?

Kenny, right?

Yes.

Open to page one and read the first paragraph.

- What I gotta read this shit for?

- Well, we're all gonna listen,

and if there's a word one of us doesn't understand,

we're gonna make a vocabulary list.

- A what?

- See? There's our first one.

"Vocabulary." How many people here know

what the word "vocabulary" means?

- Ain't that a disease?

- Okay, "vocabulary"...

is...vo-cab...

- Hey, you got that, don't you?

A limp vocabulary?

- Fuck you.

You ain't even got one.

- [laughs] - U-lar-y.

Mm-hmm, pow.

Now, a vocabulary is any list of words,

and now, the word "vocabulary"

can be added to our vocabulary list.

Let's get started.

Kenny.

- Let this Mick fuck right here read, a'ight?

- He'll get a chance. You go first.

- I said no, man.

- Come on, just open the page, read page one.

No big deal. - You fucking deaf?

I said I ain't reading.

- Kenny, I'm just asking you to open a page--

- You fuck!

[all shouting]

♪ ♪

- Lockdown! Lockdown!

[all shouting]

[alarm blaring]

♪ ♪

[all shouting]

♪ ♪

- What happened?

- He tried to strangle me.

- Kenny... - That bitch got in my face!

- I wasn't in your face.

- You need a doctor? - I'm okay.

- How'd this happen?

- All I know is, I asked him to read out loud,

next thing I know he's trying to kill me.

- Fuck you, man! - Shut up, Kenny!

- That's what happened.

- Take him to my office.

- [grunts]

[alarm blaring]

- Why'd you do it?

- Look, I told you. He got in my face, all right?

- That's bullshit!

We made a deal, and part of the deal was

you do what the teacher tells you.

- Look, I'm nobody's prag, McManus, nobody's.

- Fine.

Read.

- No.

- Read.

Read it.

What does that say?

Look at it!

What does it say?

- McDonald's.

- Officer.

Take him back to his cell, please.

- I want Wangler in the Hole.

- It's not that Wangler wouldn't read.

He couldn't read.

Leo, the kid can't fucking read at all.

- So that excuses his behavior?

- No, it gives us insight how to help him.

- [sighs] Are you gonna teach him to read?

- Yeah.

- [laughs] 150 years ago,

it was against the law to teach a slave to read,

but some did because they had a thirst for it.

Well, the reverse is also true.

You cannot force someone to learn.

- I can try.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[footsteps ascending]

[gate unlocking]

- Them Aztecs,

they had this king, Moctezuma II.

That's the "Halls of Montezuma" guy.

One night, Moctezuma saw this flaming ear of corn

shoot across the sky.

A comet.

Moctezuma saw this comet as an omen,

the sign of his own downfall.

And so he surrendered his empire to the Spanish conquistadors

without a fight.

- Have a seat.

- [sighs]

- Stupid fuck.

You gotta fight,

even if you know you're gonna lose.

- Do you know what this is called?

"Learning to Read."

- Man...

- Lesson one. A...

[bell rings]

- That is definitely rat shit.

- That's one big fucking rat.

Smell it.

- Get that away from me.

- Well, we gotta kill this motherfucker.

Get some traps or something.

- You can't kill rats.

Rats and cockroaches,

they'll inherit the whole fucking planet.

- Oh, what's the fucking hold-up?

- Easy, easy, we're coming.

- Which one of you Moulies is the cook back there?

- Psst, psst. - Hey.

I ain't no Moulie, pal.

What's your fucking problem?

- The problem is, the food sucks.

- Don't eat it.

- Well, things are gonna start to change around here.

- Oh, yeah? Who says?

- Peter Schibetta.

- Who Schibetta?

- I'm talking to the Mick.

- Mick? - Peter wants the kitchen back.

- Tell him okay if he sucks my dick.

- If you ain't careful,

you might not have a dick to suck.

- Ooh.

You think they know about Nino?

That we killed him?

- Who gives a fuck?

I took care of Nino. I'll take care of them.

[sucks tongue] Psst, psst.

[sucks tongue] Psst, psst.

[indistinct chatter]

- Come on, come on, come on.

- Where you going?

- I need to talk to you about your father.

- What do you know about my father?

- I know how he died and I know who killed him.

- Who?

- Adebisi. - Who?

- Adebisi, the Moulie in the kitchen.

He was putting ground glass in Nino's food every day.

That's how he died.

- How do you know that?

- I saw him grind up the glass,

and when he wasn't looking,

I put the same glass in his food.

- Hold him.

- No.

[all grunting]

Fuck off!

- Did you kill my father?

- No! - That's what you're telling me.

- No. Adebisi killed your father.

I was trying to kill Adebisi.

- Why? - The fucking guy

is totally out of control.

He snorts up most of the tits

that we bring into this place.

I helped your father when he was alive.

I figured you and me could do the same.

[choking]

- Let him go.

- [coughing]

[weight clatters]

[panting]

- That fucking mulignan killed my father,

I'll take care of him.

Now, excuse me,

I'm in the middle of a workout.

♪ ♪

- Well, just so you know, I'm here for you.

- Yeah, I heard you the first time.

- Believe him?

- All rats know when to desert a sinking ship.

He's a smart one, but a rat just the same.

Keep an eye on him.

- Prisoner number 98-F-1-1-2: Peter Schibetta.

Convicted May 19th, '98.

[car horn honks]

♪ ♪

Five counts of extortion,

money laundering.

- Busted. - Sentence: 35 years.

[police siren chirps] [brakes screech]

Up for parole in 20.

[knock at door]

- It's open.

Thank you, Officer.

- You want me in or out?

- Out, please.

Sit there.

- You're a tough man to reach all of a sudden.

- What does that mean?

- I'm here three weeks

and this is the first time you'd see me.

- What do you want?

- A returned favor.

- What kind of favor?

- I want the kitchen.

Me and my guys will run it from now on.

- Why?

- Because I'm asking.

That's how it works between us now.

- No, the way it works is, you're in my prison.

I don't take orders from you. You take them from me.

- This doesn't have to be complicated.

All I have to do is make one phone call.

- I know.

Your father,

he was a respectable man.

We got along

and he never would have pulled this shit with me.

- My father lived by a code that doesn't exist anymore.

A code that got him killed.

I do things my way,

and I'm asking for a favor in return

for a favor you owe me.

So what's it gonna be?

- All right, you can have the kitchen.

- Thank you, Leo.

- Warden Glynn.

We're done here.

Officer Armstrong?

[door opens]

- Where can I find that knife, man?

- Adebisi.

- [mumbling] - Adebisi.

Hey, Adebisi!

Peter Schibetta will be running the kitchen from now on.

- Schibetta?

Why are you giving that Guinea my job?

- Because I can.

- All right.

But you tell that Guinea fuck something for me, then.

[rat squeals]

We got rats.

[chuckles]

- I'm gonna start unwrapping the bandages now.

Dr. Richards thinks that the surgery was successful,

that you'll have a scar,

but your sight should be nearly fully restored.

Okay, tell me if I hurt you.

Okay, open your eye.

Can you see?

- Yes.

- Good.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

♪ ♪

- Let's go get a martini.

- What?

- You know, when I was a lawyer,

after a long day of trials and tribulations,

we'd all head over to MacSwaggin's

for a vodka martini, dry, one olive.

Man, that would taste so good right now.

- Too many martinis

is what landed you here in the first place.

- Hi, do you have Schillinger's psych profile ready yet?

Tim and I have to review it before the parole hearing.

- No, I'm not finished yet.

End of the day okay?

- Sure.

- Tobias, pull up Schillinger's file.

I'm going to the ladies' room.

[keys clacking]

- She leaves you in here alone?

- Why?

What do you think I'm gonna do?

Start a riot? Take hostages?

[chuckles]

[keys clacking]

[indistinct chatter]

- Listen, you're not making any fucking sense.

What the hell is going on?

- I threw them both out.

Those fucking boys of yours

are fucking out of control!

Drugs all the time, and they're stealing from me

to pay for 'em.

- Where are they?

- Who knows? And who the fuck cares?

- You listen to me, you stupid old bastard.

You find 'em. You find my sons!

- And then what?

Bring 'em to Oz for a little heart-to-heart?

- Hey, don't you walk away, you cocksucker!

Come on, Dad!

Get the fuck back here, Dad!

- Party's over... - Dad!

- Knock it off, knock it off. - God--goddamn it, Dad!

- I said knock it off! - You find my boys!

[indistinct chatter]

- Well, Vern, baby.

Oh, I knew that was gonna leave a fucking mark.

What you reading, "Mein Kampf"?

Let me tell you how it ends.

The Aryans get their ass kicked.

I've been doing some reading myself.

Your psychiatric profile,

according to Sister Peter Marie,

you have demonstrated a genuine personality adjustment.

Bullshit.

You're faking so you can make parole.

I'm gonna see to it that you never leave Oz.

You hear me, sweet pea?

Never, ever.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey.

I need an ask.

- What kind of ask?

- Kill Beecher.

- That motherfucker's crazy.

Wasting him,

that's a pretty big favor.

- All right, forget favor.

Job. I'll pay.

- No way.

- Mark, how about you?

- No way, man.

- Anybody?

Huh?

Pussies.

- Fuck you.

- Yeah, you kill him.

- I wish to Christ I could.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey. You guys doing business?

- Depends on what kind of business.

- I need somebody to kill Beecher.

[both chuckle]

- Plenty of mokes around here who'll whack that nut.

- You?

- No, I'm no moke, pal.

Why don't you try the Latinos?

- I thought you had no use for us Latinos.

- Will you whack Beecher or not?

- Depends what we get in return.

- All right, I work the mail room, right?

I can push whatever you need in or out

through the system.

- Tits?

- Sure.

- I thought you were anti-drugs.

- I don't care if you're smuggling fucking tacos,

I want Beecher dead today.

- What else? What else you got?

- What the fuck do you mean, what else?

- No, the mailbox shit is nice, but I want more.

- More?

- Everything. Everything you got, man.

- Goddammit, you fucking spic cocksucker!

- See, that's the Schillinger I know and love, baby.

- Oh, fuck you.

- [speaking Spanish]

[indistinct chatter]

- Get the fuck away from me.

- Shh.

You know the wonderful thing about computers?

They don't know right from wrong.

You push a button,

they do what you tell them to do.

People aren't like that.

- Get away from me.

- Believe it or not,

I think you're gonna want to hear this.

Working in the psych office,

I have access to all the files

for the whole prison.

I can change those files to read any which way.

I can take away infractions or add them.

Like in your file,

the one the parole board's gonna see.

- Get the fuck away from me!

- What's the problem?

- Him! He's the goddamn problem!

- Then why are you the one yelling?

Take a walk.

- He's a bug, Whittlesey.

- You're all fucking bugs.

[gate buzzes] - Yeah, what about you?

- What are you talking about?

- Like I said,

I saw everything.

I saw you shoot Scott Ross.

- Keep moving.

- I know about your kid too, and your mom being sick.

You could use some extra cash, right?

- Keep fucking moving.

- You do Beecher like you did Ross, I'll pay you.

- You'll pay me to kill Beecher?

- $2,000.

My parole hearing is tomorrow.

If I get out, what I know goes with me.

- I would need the money up front.

- I can make a call, have it wired to your account.

- Okay.

Soon as I get verification, Beecher's dead.

- When the Aztecs first saw the Spaniards on horseback,

they thought the man and the horse were one creature,

and the Aztecs knelt down

and worshiped this creature as God.

Sometimes what you see

is not what is.

♪ ♪

[gate clicks, hisses]

♪ ♪

[bell ringing]

- Hey, you see that shit last night

between Whittlesey and Beecher?

- Probably fucking.

- She didn't look too romantic to me.

- Whittlesey was helping Beecher escape.

He paid her to get him out of Oz.

- They're fucking. - No, I just heard

they've been fucking.

But Beecher was gonna tell someone

so Whittlesey tried to kill his ass.

- Say what to who?

- That they'd been fucking.

He was gonna tell everyone.

- So? - So what?

- So, she banging half the COs in this place.

Beecher opens his mouth,

that pissed off the Cos, so she grabs Beecher.

Pop, pop.

- I ain't seen him this morning, that's for sure.

- That's because he escaped.

- I tell you, he's dead.

- Who gives a fuck?

Come on, let's go.

- So...last night?

- You wanted Beecher dead, right?

- Yeah, I wanted him dead.

- You're paying me, right, two grand?

- Yeah.

- You want to see the body?

- [chuckles] Shit.

Sure. - All right.

It's in here.

♪ ♪

- What the fuck?

- Nice try, Vern, baby.

- Beecher.

You got anything to say?

- About what?

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

[tape rewinds]

- You wanted Beecher dead, right?

- Yeah, I wanted him dead.

- You can forget about your parole hearing.

Instead get yourself a good lawyer.

We're charging you with conspiracy to commit murder.

- This is bullshit. I'm being set up!

- Take him to the Hole.

- No!

[grunting]

- [singing]

♪ So merry I could sing ♪

♪ With a merry ding-dong ♪

♪ Happy gay and free and a merry sing song ♪

♪ Happy let us be ♪

- What are you so cheerful about?

- Hill, you think I'm insane, right?

- Shit yeah.

- Well, maybe I am.

But every once in a while the lawyer in me

still pops out.

- Yeah...

- I wanted Schillinger away from me.

Out of Em City, but not free.

So I had to figure out a way

to get his parole hearing canceled.

I couldn't start a fight with him

or I'd get in trouble.

So...I manipulated him.

I got him so psycho

that he tried to have me killed.

So now, not only is Schillinger's

parole chances dead,

but he's facing ten more years.

[laughs]

Boom!

- That's good, Mohel.

And bad.

With no hope of leaving Oz,

now he's got even more reason to fuck you up.

- [scoffs]

Yeah, well, thank God I'm crazy,

'cause I don't give a shit.

♪ Merry are the bells and merry would they ring ♪

♪ And merry was myself and merry I would sing ♪

♪ With a merry ding-dong happy gay and free ♪

♪ And a merry sing song happy let us be ♪

- Hi. - Hi.

- Is he in?

- With Father Mukada.

- For long?

- I don't think so.

- Okay, I'll wait.

So, how do you like your new job?

- It's fine.

The warden's a very nice man.

- Yeah, he is.

- I have to admit, the idea of working in a prison

terrified me, but I've really gotten used to it.

- Good.

[phone rings]

- Warden's office.

Sure...hold on a moment.

Warden, your wife's on line three.

- Tell her I'll call her back.

- She says it's urgent.

- All right.

- Okay.

- You know, I know what you were saying about being afraid,

because the first couple of weeks here,

I was a nervous wreck.

- I think you're just being nice.

- [laughs] No.

- It's very hard to imagine you nervous about anything.

- Believe me.

[door opens] Oh, Leo, good.

- I gotta go.

- Yeah, yeah, I just want to ask you--

- I don't know when I'll be back.

- Something's happened. Something's wrong.

- Diane.

Are you avoiding me?

- No.

- Look, I want you to come back and work at Em City.

- I'm happy where I am.

- Yeah, but I need you.

- Oh, sure.

- Diane...the way that you handled this thing

on Schillinger...

Schillinger says that you murdered Scott Ross.

- You read the commission's report.

Ross was shot by the sort team.

- Yeah, but he says that he's gonna tell everybody

that you shot Ross.

- So?

No one's gonna listen to Schillinger, Tim.

Especially since I turned him in on Beecher.

- Did you kill Ross?

- No.

What, are you gonna believe that Nazi's word over mine?

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, no. - I think he's really great.

Hey, Tim. - Excuse me.

Warden Glynn just called.

He's not gonna make it back in time,

and he'd like Sister Peter Marie to run the meeting.

- Okay. - Here's the agenda.

- Sara, did he say what happened?

- Only that his daughter is in the hospital.

- Oh, well, what do you think we should do?

- Do what Leo wants.

Let's get the meeting started.

Good morning.

Item one...

♪ ♪

[phone buzzes]

- Yeah?

- Warden, it's time for you to address the prisoners.

♪ ♪

- [clears throat] Okay.

All right.

Starting next month,

the librarian will be available in the library

from 1:00 to 5:00 p.m. Monday to Friday only.

- Yeah, that's 'cause the rest of the time

she gonna be with me.

[laughter, cheering]

- What did you say?

- Nothing.

- Bring him to my office.

- What the fuck, man?

[all shouting]

[phone buzzes]

- Yeah?

- Miguel Alvarez.

- Send him in.

Thank you, Officer.

- [clears throat]

Yo?

- Get up!

- Man, what the fuck is going on?

- You've been reassigned to work here in my office.

- Yeah, so what you need me to do?

- Go over to the door.

- And?

- Stand there.

- What, you just want me to stand here?

- Until I need you to do something.

- You know, I got visiting hours at 4:00.

My moms and my sister coming, so...

- Yeah, I know.

- Yeah, okay. [clears throat]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- Warden?

- Yeah?

- It's ten to 4:00, man.

- Yeah?

- Well, I haven't done dick all day, man.

I've been standing here.

My mother and my sisters are coming in ten minutes.

- You're right.

You haven't done dick all day.

Clean my bathroom.

- What?

- Clean the bathroom.

The floor, the sinks, scrub the toilet,

and when you're done, when it's spotless,

go meet your family.

- You fucking with me?

- You're right, I'm fucking with you.

The mop and the bucket are in there.

♪ ♪

- [speaking Spanish]

♪ ♪

Shit! Shit!

Fuck!

- Caught you.

- He said he was leaving it right here,

but I don't see it.

- What's your name?

- Uh...Sara.

- Hey, Miguel.

- I know.

- You and me. It's weird, huh?

I mean how we don't have much contact.

I mean, I'm always on one side of the door,

you're always on the other side.

But I see you.

I see you looking at me when you open the door.

- [scoffs] I'm not looking at you.

- Come on, I see you looking at me

looking at you.

I gotta tell you something,

and I know you know.

You're beautiful.

- And you are flirting with me.

- What, are you gonna have me arrested?

- [sighs]

[door opens]

- Sara, where the hell's that file?

- Uh, I-I can't find it.

- Yo, she's been looking hard, man.

- Shut up!

You don't talk unless I speak to you,

and don't you ever, ever talk to her.

Do you understand?

- What, talk to her?

I already fucked her.

- [gasps] - [grunts]

Motherfucker!

Fuck you! - [yelps]

- Get the fuck off me! Get the fuck off me!

You're fucking choking me!

You're fucking choking me!

- Leo, get off him! - Get the fuck off me!

Get the fuck off me!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

- We got him, we got him, Leo.

- You want to fuck with me? You want to fuck with me?

- Take him to the Hole!

- You're a fucking pussy!

Don't fucking hit me!

Fuck--come here, you fucking bitch!

Fucking...fucking...

get the fuck off!

♪ ♪

- You're bleeding.

♪ ♪

[latch turns]

- [whimpers]

[punching bag rattling]

- Ah, a gymnasium.

The smell of testosterone.

The smell of sweat.

- You have something to say to me, just say it.

- Well, Sara's thinking about quitting

because of what happened today between you and Alvarez.

- Then she should quit.

- Well, maybe so, maybe not,

but that's not the point.

You know, Leo,

when somebody asks me what's the real Leo Glynn like,

the first word that comes to mind: "balanced".

The most balanced person I know.

And the second word: "honest".

- Listen...

Don't you tell anybody else about this.

- You have my word.

- My oldest daughter, Ardeth...

she was walking to class.

She's a student, you know, at the university.

They raped her.

- Oh, my God.

- She's in the hospital.

She's lying there with her eyes open

in some kind of shock.

She's just the sweetest person on the planet, you know?

- I know. - I mean, never a bad word

to say about anybody.

- I know, I know.

So do they have any idea who did this?

- Witnesses...

somebody saw a gang of kids...

[sighs] Latino kids.

- Ah, so some unknown Latino kid hurts Ardeth,

and you lash out at the first Latino you see.

- No, no.

- Leo, Leo.

Miguel Alvarez did not rape your daughter.

And whatever else he's done before,

you are too fine a man

to punish him for something he didn't do.

♪ ♪

- You're going back to Em City.

- Does Glynn know about this?

- Yep.

- What, did you convince him to let me out?

[sniffles]

- Nope.

- You know, I haven't seen you since...

Look, what happened with the riot...

- I don't want to talk about it, Miguel.

Miguel...Miguel!

[prisoners shouting]

Miguel!

[all shouting]

I've already forgiven you. All right?

I expect you'll do the same for Warden Glynn.

Go ahead.

♪ ♪

- Besides horses,

the Aztecs had never seen a cannon.

They had never seen such raw,

bold power thundering at them.

They was afraid.

Between the cannons and the horses,

the fucking comet... [scoffs]

Their world would turn pretty fucking fast, son.

Boom!

Just...ugh!

Ugh, I don't know.

[indistinct chatter]

- Yo, Ryan? - Yo.

- You spill coffee on yourself?

- What are you talking about?

[indistinct chatter]

Fuck.

[monitor beeping]

- Does that hurt?

Well?

- Do it again.

- This is a medical examination, O'Reily, not foreplay.

- Yeah, says you.

- Is there any pain when I touch your nipple?

- No.

- Hmm, has it swelled up or been sore?

- A little maybe, but I just figured

just because I've been exercising a lot lately, yeah.

- In general, though, your health has been pretty good?

- I'm alive, right?

- [sighs] All right.

Well, we'll have to run some blood tests,

take some X-rays.

- What do you think it is?

- Beats me.

I'm gonna have to crack open my medical books.

And I think we'll keep you in the ward overnight.

- No problem.

Just so long as you come and tuck me in.

- Suck out his blood.

- Hi.

What's your name?

♪ ♪

Blackjack.

Read 'em and weep.

- Ryan.

- Hold on.

Ryan?

You're calling me Ryan?

Can I call you Gloria?

- I got your test results from the lab.

- Ah, shit, does that mean I'm going back to Em City, huh?

I was just starting to get comfortable.

- Oh, you're not leaving quite yet.

This lump under your left nipple,

it's a tumor.

I need to do what we call an aspiration.

Draw a small amount of fluid out of the nipple

and examine it under a microscope.

- To look for what?

- A carcinoma.

Ryan...

you may have breast cancer.

- [laughs] That's funny.

- I'm not kidding.

- Breast cancer?

Girls get breast cancer.

- Men do too.

It's rare, especially at your age,

but it does happen.

- I'm not a fag, you know that?

- Ryan... - No.

I've been in this shit hole for over a year,

and I ain't ever taken it up the ass!

- No one is saying that you have.

- Bullshit!

You're telling me I've got a chick's disease!

- Men have breasts, same as women.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

I don't got any breasts!

I got a chest!

See it, huh? See it!

- Dr. Nathan? - It's okay.

It's okay.

- You listen to me.

You go back inside your medical books,

you suck out more of my blood,

you do what you gotta do,

but you get me another verdict.

You understand me?

'Cause I ain't got any fucking breast cancer.

- [sighs]

Fuck.

♪ ♪

- Well, you can't really blame him for overreacting.

I mean, men with breast cancer?

Who's ever heard of it?

- Gloria, are you absolutely positive

about the diagnosis?

- Look, I'm a G.P.

It's not the kind of thing I come across every day,

but I called a friend of mine who's an oncologist,

ran the specifics down.

He said he'd be hard-pressed to figure out

what else the symptoms indicate.

- So do the needle aspiration.

- O'Reily says no. He's in denial.

Now, if he does have it,

he's gonna need all our help

to accept the reality of what's happening to him,

to fight the disease.

- I have a pretty good relationship with him.

I'll talk to him.

- Hey, you know, maybe I should.

Maybe he'll feel more comfortable talking about it

with another guy.

- Yeah, maybe he'll be embarrassed.

- Well, see him together.

- No, then he'll think that we're ganging up on him.

- All right, I got the perfect solution here.

- What? - Sister Pete, heads or tails?

- Heads.

- Ryan?

- All of a sudden,

everyone's on a first-name basis with me?

[chuckles]

- Look, Dr. Nathan told me about the cancer.

- Hey, shh.

For Christ sakes, would you?

I don't need every asshole in here

knowing about my business.

- We can go into my office if you want.

- For what?

We got nothing to say to each other.

Nathan's got this whole thing screwed up.

- Maybe, but the only way we're gonna know for sure

is if we do the biopsy.

- Let's just say, for the sake of argument,

that's she's right.

Then what, huh?

I go back into Em City, those fucks find out.

You know as well as I do, any weakness,

any weakness at all, and I'm dead.

- Look, if you do have...

If you're sick and you don't do anything about it,

you're dead anyway. Don't you see that?

If this shit spreads through your body,

then everybody's gonna know the truth.

And by then it'll be too late

to save your life.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

- So here's the funny part.

The Spaniards actually exterminated

the Aztecs by accident.

Yeah, they had the horses and the cannons,

but they also brought over smallpox.

It was a disease that finally finished the job,

a disease the Spanish gave the Aztecs

without even knowing.

♪ ♪

Yo, in Oz, we do what we can to survive,

but ultimately, it doesn't matter.

Life always gets in the way.

♪ ♪