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[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

[tense jazzy music]

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- [laughing]

Oz. - Oz.

- Oz. - Oz.

- Oz.

- Oz.

- Oz. - Oz.

- [laughing]

- Oz. - Oz.

- Oz. - The name on the street

for the Oswald Maximum Security Penitentiary.

Only--big news-- they've changed the name.

It's now called the Oswald State Correctional Facility,

Level Four.

I don't know what the difference is.

Leo Glynn is still Warden.

Sister Peter Marie is still in psych.

Tim McManus is still unit manager of Emerald City.

And I know for damn sure none of us have changed.

Beecher is still in the hospital

after Schillinger and Keller broke his bones.

Alvarez is still in solitary after blinding a CO.

Adebisi? Still in the loony ward

after changing hats.

[overlapping voices echoing] Maybe it's truth in advertising.

Maybe by getting rid of the word "penitentiary,"

the state is finally admitting that nobody's penitent.

Nobody's sorry.

[overlapping voices stop]

Nobody.

- In our ongoing crusade to curb state spending,

I have initiated a policy to put some government services

in the hands of outside contractors.

Today I am pleased to announce that Weigert,

a private managed care corporation,

will take over health maintenance

in our prison system--a move that will save taxpayers

$28 million. - Fuck you.

- But cutting costs will not cut quality.

So I'd like to introduce Dr. Frederick Garvey,

who will head the Weigert team.

Dr. Garvey. - Thank you, Governor Devlin.

Weigert is dedicated to giving the best possible care

to the 36,000 inmates currently serving time in our state.

We will do that by securing the best talent available.

And though we can't guarantee everyone a job,

our hope is to keep as many staff members as possible

offering competitive wages and benefits.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter] [flashbulbs popping]

[ominous music]

[bell rings] - [groans softly]

- Solitary confinement.

In 1831, Alexis de Tocqueville

visited this country to study our penal system.

[urine splashes] - [spits]

- American penitentiaries were considered the ideal,

enlightened way to rehabilitation.

Putting a criminal in solitary

allowed him time for quiet reflection.

♪ ♪

But no man wants to think about himself all day,

face the truth about himself every day...

for the rest of his life.

♪ ♪

- Alvarez, Miguel.

He's on 200 mils of Zoloft.

- He has a history of depression with suicidal tendencies.

- Sister Peter Marie make this diagnosis?

- In consultation with me. - [stammers]

This Zoloft is just wasteful.

Alvarez is in solitary probably for the rest of his life.

I mean, what's the point stuffing pills down his throat?

The man is no danger to anybody.

- Except himself.

- Like I said, he can be self-destructive.

- As of tomorrow I'm taking Alvarez off the antidepressants.

♪ ♪

- Sorry, my hands are tied.

When the governor made this deal,

the contract stipulated that Weigert was to run

the medical side without any interference from me.

- Yeah, but, Leo, there's no one you can call?

[stammers] The president of the company.

- But, see, Weigert is a subsidiary of Medmore,

which is owned by a large conglomerate in Berlin,

and mein German is none too good.

- So this is it, huh? Huh?

We just let Miguel Alvarez sink into depression, is that it?

♪ ♪

- Well, I guess I better get these meds to him

while I still can. - Yeah, yeah, better hurry.

[door opens]

♪ ♪

- Listen, Miguel.

I want to explain something to you.

These pills that I've been giving you

to make you feel better, to calm you down...

well, I'm not gonna bring them anymore.

- You're not gonna come see me?

- No. Not as often.

- Yeah, my grandpa told me this.

- What do you mean?

- He, uh, he told me yesterday

you weren't gonna come visit me no more.

- Your grandfather? - Uh-huh.

- Yesterday?

- Uh-huh.

- Miguel, your grandfather is dead.

- Don't go.

♪ ♪

- I have other patients. - Shh. Shh.

- Miguel. - Shh.

♪ ♪

You know, I, um...

I liked working in the ward as an orderly.

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I liked working with you.

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You cared.

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Gracias.

- De nada.

[tense music]

[cell door opens and closes]

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He told me that he spoke to his--

his grandfather... yesterday.

Anyway, uh, Sister Peter Marie

will still be monitoring him.

But you and Miguel have had a special relationship

since he first came to Oz, so...

we just thought you should... know.

- I appreciate that.

I was just about to go over to solitary

to distribute Holy Communion.

- I know a hundred barrio boys like Miguel.

I watched a lot of them end up in a place like this.

I watched a lot of them die.

[sighs]

I'm not sure how much longer I can do this.

♪ ♪

[door closes] - Thank you.

Miguel?

I came to offer you the Holy Sacrament.

- I already told you that I can't go to Communion.

'Cause before I go to Communion, I got to go to confession,

and I can't confess.

- Why not?

Could you leave us alone, please?

Miguel, what you say to me is between you and God.

I'm not compelled to tell anyone.

- Yeah. You know?

The same drill, you know?

I-I jabber on about how Rivera got blinded,

and you tell me that I got to do what's right,

and I gotta rat on everybody else who was involved.

I won't do that shit.

- You won't? Or you can't?

- You took your vows going into priesthood, right?

Yeah, I took mine going into El Norte.

- You know, I came to visit your grandfather in this cell.

Maybe the next one. - This one.

And he's still here.

- We talked about you and Maritza having the baby.

♪ ♪

Remember how sad you were when the baby died?

♪ ♪

- Them wafers, what are they made out of?

- Flour.

♪ ♪

- Fuck it. Give me one.

- No, I can't give you a wafer. I can't just give you--

Miguel! Miguel!

I said no! - Please. Please.

Please, don't leave.

Please?

♪ ♪

- Why'd you do that?

What's going on?

Miguel.

- Not unless you make this a confessional,

and you fucking promise me

that you ain't gonna say nothing to nobody.

- All right.

- All right, um...

listen, what happened with Rivera, right?

He's a hack.

So all the other hacks, they forget to feed me.

- How often do they forget?

- Um, I eat about just twice a week, you know?

- Shit! Miguel, you have to--

- You promised me. You promised me.

♪ ♪

I don't get any water, you know?

- So what have you been drinking?

- [laughs] Stuff from the toilet.

My own piss.

♪ ♪

[buzzer] - And up!

- AAP-217, 2H24...

- 96J, 522, 98H,

498, 92M...

- In Emerald City, you will follow the routine.

We will tell you when to sleep, when to eat,

when to work, when to shit.

You will follow the rules.

No yelling, no fighting, no fucking.

These are your sponsors.

They will help you get adjusted to life in Oz.

Kareem Said. Hamid Khan.

- Salamu alaykum. - Raoul Hernandez.

- Alaykum as-salam. - Carlo Ricardo.

Kenny Wangler. Malcolm Coyle.

[both whisper indistinctly]

- Prisoner number 99C-122, Malcolm Coyle.

- Yeah, motherfucker! What? What? What?

- [shouts] [gunshots echoing]

[golf clubs clatter]

- Convicted January 17, 1999.

Grand larceny, armed robbery, assault with a deadly weapon,

assault of a police officer.

Sentence: 50 years.

Up for parole in 20.

- Yo, yo, this my nigga right here, Coyle.

- Aight, aight. - Yo, what's up, man?

Call me Snake. - Yeah, Junior Pierce.

- Yo, yo, Snake.

- All right, Arnold Jackson.

- Arnold? Who this, Willis?

- Yeah. [both chuckle]

The Arnold formerly known as Poet.

- Nigga, I don't write poetry no more.

- Even so, partner, you got to get a better name than Arnold.

What the hell are y'all doing,

watching some little kiddie show?

- Nah, this ain't no regular kiddie show.

- Word, this is "Miss Sally's Schoolyard."

[overlapping chatter] - Well, "Sally's Schoolyard"

look like a bunch of stupid puppets to me.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- [inhales sharply] - Ohh!

- Mmm! God damn! - Jesus!

Look at them melons. - Damn!

- God, mama! Damn! - Lucky puppets, yo.

- Whoo! Mama! - Lucky fucking puppets.

- Mmm, damn! - God!

- Hey, Wangler. - Bam!

- Ooh-woo! - Wangler.

- What? - Mr. Nappa wants to see you.

[sighs] Nappa.

- Kenny. - No, no. "Bricks."

I told you a million times, "Bricks."

That Kenny Wangler shit is dead. - Bricks.

- You show Mr. Nappa some respect.

- Oh, it's all right, Chucky.

He and I are business partners.

We don't stand on formality.

- [clicks tongue]

- Tomorrow, everybody gets healthy.

So I don't want this Snake to hear

too much about our operation.

- Look, that's my roll dog. He all right, all right?

He seems all right at least.

- Well, seems isn't good enough.

Tell him nothing until we're sure he's not undercover.

- How you want to be sure of that?

- Oh, put him to a test.

- Test? What you want me to do?

- On the corner, don't you have some way

to measure a fella's loyalty?

- Yeah, we got something like that.

What? Fuck this nigga, yo! [overlapping shouting]

Fuck! What?

What? Fuck!

All right, stop, stop! All right, stop!

♪ ♪

Come on, motherfucker. Get up, nigga.

Look at that. One love, one love.

- [laughs] - Yeah!

- Yeah! - Yeah, nigga!

[tense hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Yo, he down with us.

[ominous music]

- Jailhouse confessions.

You always got to take them with a grain or two of salt.

Of course there is the chance that the inmate

doing the confessing is actually telling the truth.

But more likely it's a half-truth.

Half...truth.

Huh.

How come it's never called a half-lie?

♪ ♪

- No! [struggling]

[murmuring]

No! No! No!

Stop! Don't touch me!

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

- Peter, you used to be so neat and clean.

♪ ♪

Come on. Come on.

[water splashes]

Come on. Come on.

- DiPirro, he was working Psych that night.

- [whispers indistinctly]

- Couldn't believe his fucking eyes.

Adebisi protected Schibetta. - Shh.

- And then washed the kid's face.

Go figure that one out, Skipper.

Adebisi fucks Schibetta up the ass,

and now he's his goddamn fucking guardian angel?

- Yeah, well, we keep hearing how Adebisi's a changed man,

but I wonder.

- DiPirro thinks he's getting out of Psych Ward soon.

- Now this could be useful.

- Simon, I've decided to send you back

into the general population.

- You think that I'm ready?

- Well, for the past month,

I've reduced your dosage of Xanax

and you haven't demonstrated any violent behavior,

so, uh, yeah, you're ready.

- The question is, do I put you back in Emerald City?

- I hope yes.

But if you don't, I understand.

It's because of the trouble I caused.

- There are plenty of guys in there have issues against you.

- I will apologize to each person that I've hurt.

Starting with you, McManus.

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I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

- Apology accepted. Let's go.

♪ ♪

[buzzer]

- Hey, look, Adebisi's back.

What's up, Africa? - Is he okay?

- Back from the bush.

♪ ♪

- I thought the road to my salvation was Africa,

but there's nothing pure in Africa.

It is backwards, diseased, corrupt.

I was dancing in circles.

I don't want to live in a hut.

By taking Jara's life, you saved mine.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

♪ ♪

I'd like to work back in the kitchen, please.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

But we have an arrangement with Wrangler.

I don't want you selling tits.

- Trust me.

I'm done with drugs.

♪ ♪

- All right, what the fuck?

I know you don't believe him, do you?

- Maybe I do. Maybe I don't.

- Come on, all that bullshit about Africa and trust?

[scoffs] He's setting us up. - Well, that remains to be seen.

- Fuck that--I'm twistin' the shit first chance I get--

- Nah, you don't touch him unless I give the say-so.

- [clicks tongue] Bullshit!

Fuck what you say! - Nah, this is not bullshit.

You take a walk.

♪ ♪

- Skipper, why not let him kill Adebisi?

It's no skin off of us.

- You know, Wrangler's very cocky.

If our Nigerian friend's change of heart is real,

he could be worth plenty to us alive.

- Come on, guys, move it. [claps once]

You guys are moving like a bunch of turtles this morning.

Come on. - Hey, Adebisi.

What are you up to? - Nothing.

- Look, this is me you're talking to.

You're gonna tell me you're not gonna get revenge

on the wops and Wangler?

- That's right. - Look.

Whatever drugs they had you on in the psych ward,

I hope you brought some to share.

- Come on, man. Watch where you going.

- Excuse me.

♪ ♪

- He don't look so fuckin' tough to me.

♪ ♪

- Ah! [knife slashes]

- [screams]

- Move it, Adebisi.

- Okay, boss.

[whistles melody]

[tone beeps]

- They changed the name?

- Yeah, catchy, huh?

Sign in, please.

- My, uh, father used to work here.

Maybe you knew him?

Samuel Hughes.

- Sammy Hughes! Why, sure.

You Sammy's kid? - Uh-huh.

- Your dad, he's, uh... still missed.

- Thank you.

- So, what brings you back?

- I'm here to see Leo, my warden,

about applying for a job.

- No. Absolutely not.

- Why? I completed CO training.

Came in second in my class.

- Does your mother know about this?

- I want to surprise her. - [laughs] Oh.

You're gonna surprise her, all right.

You're gonna give her heart failure.

- Not if I have your support.

Leo, after Dad died, you were always there for me.

Be there for me now.

- When the hell did you grow up?

The last time I looked, you were seven.

- Come on, Leo, listen-- - Clayton...

look, I promised your father I'd watch out for you.

- I want to be a CO.

Like you. Like Dad.

- Clayton-- - Leo, if you don't hire me,

another prison will.

♪ ♪

- [groans]

I want to welcome you all to Oswald Correctional.

As a Level Four prison, we handle some

of the most dangerous men in the state.

I myself stood where you're standing 30 years ago.

Only, in those days, we were called guards

and we had to wear hats.

Bad hats. [laughter]

The warden back then gave us a piece of advice

that I'd like to pass along to you.

"Be aware and beware."

My own little addendum is "Be fair."

Again...welcome.

[applause]

- Some speech. - What, you didn't like it?

- Sounds like you said the same thing

a hundred times before.

So, where are you assigning me?

Unit B? Solitary?

Death row? - Somewhere you'll be safe.

[buzzer] - If you'd all just get

into one line, I will take care of everybody one at a time.

- She ain't got I.D. - I understand that, sir,

but I can't let you in without your I.D.

Ma'am, I'll be with you in one second.

One second, please--if you could just get into one line.

- Think you could do something? - Yeah, if you could just

put down your first--your-- just your entire name, sir.

Thank you very much. One second, ma'am.

- Listen, listen. - Yes, your entire name.

[babies crying] [overlapping shouting]

- You're the new girl.

- Girl?

- Yeah, you know.

I'm Diane Whittlesey.

- Claire Howell.

- How was your first day?

- Uneventful.

- That's good.

- I don't know.

I like a little action.

- Yeah, just wait.

- Speaking of action.

Who's the cute guy who's running Emerald City?

- Tim McManus?

- He available?

- Yeah, far as I know.

- What? You used to fuck him?

- Yeah, actually, I did.

So, if there's anything you need,

don't hesitate to ask me.

- Don't you worry about me, honey.

I can take care of myself.

♪ ♪

- Oh, yes, I'm sure you can.

♪ ♪

- [knocks on door]

- Mm-hmm? - Hi.

Claire Howell. We met earlier.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. Hi.

- Working late? - No.

I'm just finished, as a matter of fact.

- Want to have dinner?

- Huh?

- Would you like to have dinner with me?

- I, uh...

- Don't tell me you're the kind of guy

who can't handle a woman askin' him out.

- Uh, no, no, no.

Uh, as a matter of fact, I-I find it kind of ballsy.

- So, what do you say?

There's a Romanian restaurant around the corner

I've been dying to try.

- Romanian, huh?

Well, why not?

- I'll meet you in the parking lot.

- Okay.

- And you see, love...

love is the ultimate half-truth.

[overlapping chatter]

[all speaking Spanish]

- Hey. I missed you.

Hi.

[all speaking Spanish]

- Sit, sit.

But...

hey, where's Mommy?

- Oh, she couldn't come. - Yeah, she's got the flu.

- Yeah. - She sends her love.

- And this. - This place is fucked up, man.

- It don't look so bad to me.

- You're in that special unit, right?

- Yeah, but it's nice, you know?

Clean. They call it Emerald City.

- They had the riot in there. - That was like two years ago.

- Even so-- - [speaking Spanish]

It's gonna be fine. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't worry about me. Okay?

Don't worry about me.

♪ ♪

- Carlo.

You had a good visit with your family?

- Yeah. They brought these.

- All right. It's good to have family, man.

- Yeah, I don't know.

- You don't know what?

- I don't know.

- You don't know what?

- I don't know what it is to have family, man.

- Wait.

You saying a guy don't need a family?

- Hey, I didn't need one.

Got sent to juvie when I was nine years old for five years.

Got out and got sent back up

till I was about, what, 18?

Then I got sent to Lardner, 15 years.

So by the time I got out, my family was either dead, gone,

or they didn't want nothin' to do with me.

- Oh, my baby, you spent your whole life.

You were raised by the system.

- Guess what, man, I'm proud of it.

- You're proud of it?

- You want to play? Here.

♪ ♪

- I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth, so help me, God.

So help me...God.

So help me, God.

- What do you got there? - What?

- That letter you just pocketed. What's in it?

- What letter?

♪ ♪

- I saw you.

- Get glasses, man.

- All right, give it to me.

- Got nothing to give.

- Listen, Hoyt.

You want to start pulling scams in here behind my back,

I'll get you transferred out of here faster

than you can fucking spit.

- [snorts and spits]

♪ ♪

- You have to do something for me.

[echoing] For me. For me.

♪ ♪

- [stammering] Ryan! Ryan!

- Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

Shh, shh.

Shh, it's okay. It's okay.

Did you have that bad dream again, hmm?

Yeah? Yeah?

Did you?

- [crying]

- No, shh, it's okay.

Come here. Come here.

It's okay. It's okay.

- [sobbing] - It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry about it.

[overlapping chatter]

No.

Fuck off.

- It's your job to serve me.

[tongs clang]

- Fuck!

- And what is your problem, man?

- Leave me the fuck alone.

- I wish I could, man. I got potatoes to peel.

♪ ♪

Oh, I see.

This little hissy fit's about Schillinger.

You ain't get a chance to make him pay

for porking your brother, huh?

- Fuck you, Arnold. - [laughs]

Why don't you just throw some ground glass in his food

like you did to Nino Schibetta?

He's still dead.

♪ ♪

- Adebisi killed Nino.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

- I mean, I'd fucking airhole him,

but he's always got the Aryans or the bikers around him.

I just can't get fucking close.

- Unless...

- Unless?

Who knew? You think like I do.

- [laughs] That's a scary thought.

♪ ♪

- [knocks on door] Hey, Jaz.

I need an ask.

- Don't do asks.

- All right, then how about a trade?

Tits for tat? - Talk to me.

- This'll get you in deep shit with Schillinger, man.

- Fuck Schillinger. - All right.

I got a package coming in on Thursday.

I need you to slide it through the X-ray

without Big Brother seeing what's inside.

- No problem. - What, that's it?

You don't want to know what I'm bringing in?

- Your business.

- Besides, you'll know when you scan the box, right?

- Right.

- I cleared it with Hoyt.

He's gonna make sure our package gets through

without anyone knowing, okay?

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[scanner clicks]

♪ ♪

[conveyer belt whirring]

♪ ♪

- The fuck, man?

♪ ♪

- Brass knuckles?

- Yeah, they're a birthday gift from my aunt.

I didn't ask her to send them.

She's a fucking nutjob. - Right, right.

And Hoyt, when you saw these come up on the screen,

why didn't you tell the CO?

- Didn't see 'em. - You didn't see 'em?

I imagine sitting there looking at the screen all day,

your vision gets kind of blurry.

- Yeah, blurry.

- Well, good news then.

I'm changing your work assignment.

You're out of the mail room and up making ladies' dresses.

- Fuck. - And O'Reilly?

- Yeah?

- Tell your aunt, next birthday, socks!

- Yeah. It's funny.

- In the meantime, no gym privileges for a week.

You can both go. [keys clacking]

- We got off easy. - Yeah.

- No thanks to your pal, Vern Schillinger.

Thought you two were jig-time.

- Yeah, me too. - If I was you,

I'd teach that fuck a lesson.

♪ ♪

- [quick breaths]

♪ ♪

[overlapping shouting]

- Come on, motherfucker! - Come on!

[overlapping shouting]

[buzzer]

[overlapping shouting]

♪ ♪

- Fuck you, man! - [spits]

♪ ♪

[spits] Open this fucking door, motherfucker!

- O'Reilly, you hear what happened in the gym?

The bikers attacked Schillinger.

- Is he dead?

- Escaped without a scratch.

- God damn it! Fuck!

- Want some pretzels?

♪ ♪

- Mmm! - Oh!

- Speaking of tits. [laughter and chatter]

- [whistles] - Party time.

- Ooh. [overlapping chatter]

[buzzer]

♪ ♪

- Hi, there.

I'm Shirley.

- Yeah, I know.

Shirley Bellinger.

Only woman on death row.

Looks like I'm the only man.

- Adam and Eve. - [scoffs] No.

This ain't no Garden of Eden.

- What's your name?

- Uh, Richie.

Richie Hanlon.

- Who'd you kill?

- No one. - Me neither.

My daughter... she died in a terrible accident.

I lost control of the car and she drowned.

- Yeah.

- And you?

- I'm a victim of circumstances.

- Mmm.

You're appealing.

- Huh? - The verdict.

- Oh, sure.

You? - Mine comes up next week.

Lawyer says judge might overturn on a technicality.

Fingers crossed.

Show me your prick.

- What?

- You show me your prick,

and I'll show you my pussy.

- I'm gay.

- Look, I don't care if you're Portuguese.

I don't want to die

with never having seen another prick again.

You and me, we're all we've got now.

We have to help each other.

Show me.

Please, show me.

Show me.

♪ ♪

Stick it through a little farther.

Well, well...

you must have made some boy very, very happy.

[both laugh]

- White America believes a black man

is criminal by nature.

- That's why we're six times more likely be sent to prison

for the very same crime committed by a white man.

- But while we are in Oz, we must remember

the most important jihad, "jihad bil nafs."

That is the battle within, my brother.

It is striving inside for purity.

Hamid, you are new to us.

So it is essential that you understand.

Violence is only to be used

in the most extreme of circumstances.

Do I make myself clear?

[overlapping shouting] [buzzer]

[gunshot echoing]

- I've read your books, Minister Said.

I know you are resolved to overthrow the system.

- By using the system against itself.

Using their laws to expose our truths.

During the riot, eight prisoners were killed.

20 more were injured.

[overlapping shouting]

State Commission absolved the governor

of any responsibility.

But since that time, I've been quietly contacting

the family members of all the dead inmates

in order to bring a class action suit against the administration.

- Our hope is that the courts will rule in our favor,

declaring the governor guilty once and for all.

- And you will serve as the lawyer, Brother Minister?

- Oh, yes, my brother.

Along with one of the country's top litigators,

one Arnold Zelman.

- A Jew?

- You rein that in.

It's important at times like these that we remain ecumenical.

Besides, I'll be handling the heart of the case.

[bell rings]

I must go.

I have a meeting with Scott Ross' sister.

- Scott Ross, who's he?

- It's one of the inmates that was killed in the riot.

[bell rings]

- Miss Ross? - Yes.

- I'm Kareem Said.

Thank you for coming.

- I feel terrible.

I never visited Scott here.

Not even once.

Meant to, of course.

Started and stopped a couple of times, but...

You know, Scott and me...

we were never close, really.

We came from different mamas.

- Ahh.

- Even so...

He was my brother.

I'm sorry.

Promised myself I wouldn't do this.

Oh, thanks.

I'm sorry, thank you.

- No need to apologize, Miss Ross.

This is a horrific place.

You have every right to feel emotional.

[buzzer]

- I got your letter, um...

About the lawsuit.

You said the guards used...

- Excessive force.

In other words, they went way beyond what was necessary

to win that riot.

Miss Ross, your brother's life was needlessly lost.

Will you join us?

- No.

♪ ♪

- No, Miss Ross? May I ask why?

- I grew up with Scott.

He was a mean boy, and he became a mean man.

I don't know much about how things work about

how the other prisoners behaved.

My guess is, if the guards used excessive force on Scott,

he probably deserved it.

♪ ♪

- Hmm.

♪ ♪

- Why are you staring at me like that?

- Sorry.

I--

Miss Ross, of course I respect your decision, okay?

But I do hope you will reconsider.

This is not just some frivolous lawsuit.

I'm trying to stop brutality.

- Uh-huh.

Well...

I sure know what it's liked to get treated badly.

- Yeah.

I can see that you do.

♪ ♪

Once again, thank you for coming.

♪ ♪

- It's called miscegenation, mixing of the races.

That's M-I-S-C-E-G-E-N-A-T-I-O-N.

I get that spelling right?

- What exactly are you after, Schillinger?

- Oh, it's not about what I'm after, Your Holiness.

It's you.

I saw you in the visiting room

with that piece of trailer park trash.

- That was a business meeting.

- What kind of business?

What? Monkey business?

Oh, shit, sorry.

Forgot I'm not supposed to call you people monkeys.

♪ ♪

- Everybody sit down.

- Yeah, sit, boys.

Ask your minister how come he's making goo-goo eyes

at a white gal.

- That is not true.

- You go ahead and deny it.

I know what I saw.

♪ ♪

- There are some confessions

that you can't even make to yourself.

Yearnings, desires...

that if you admitted to having,

you'd have to stop being who you are.

And the facade you've built so carefully would crumble,

exposing to those around you what really makes you tweak.

[glass squeaking]

♪ ♪

[buzzer]

- And up!

- Busmalis, move your big, ugly ass.

- I'm almost done, sir.

[glass squeaks]

- Yeah.

Perhaps you are.

♪ ♪

- Hey, what are you doing? Hey!

- How's that feel? Hmm? Hmm?

That's how Mark Mack felt when your tunnel collapsed on him.

That's right, I haven't forgotten you killed Mark.

I never believed that was an accident.

- [gasps] - Are you suffocating?

♪ ♪

Get him to the hospital.

♪ ♪

- You want to see me, Rebadow?

Some kind of emergency?

- Busmalis, how is he?

- Well, he's still having trouble breathing.

We got him hooked to oxygen.

- The man's a Nazi.

- Busmalis?

- Him, Metzger.

- He is tough. I'll give you that.

- McManus, even you can't be so blind.

- Even me?

- Metzger is one of them, The Aryan Brotherhood.

Since he arrived, too many things have happened

favoring the Aryans.

Robert Sippel being crucified.

Tobias Beecher getting his arms and legs broken.

- I know.

- If you know, how does Metzger keep his job?

- [whispers] He won't for long.

I may be blind, but I'm not dumb.

[door closes]

♪ ♪

- Oh, what's the word on Busmalis?

- Do you really care?

- Wouldn't ask if I didn't.

- You care, uh, why?

Because you used excessive force,

you're afraid it'll look bad on your record?

- I did not use excessive force.

- The man almost died.

- But he didn't.

- Yeah.

'Cause you knew exactly when to let go.

What's the motto?

"Choke 'em till you smell shit"?

♪ ♪

Nice tattoo.

- Souvenir of a misspent youth.

♪ ♪

- Metzger.

I know who you are.

I know what you are.

- All I am is a highly trained underpaid member

of the Correctional Officers Benevolent Association.

But if I am what you think I am...

you should tiptoe.

- Is that a threat?

- I'm merely reminding you who your friends are.

Remember who you want standing next to you when one

of these fucks comes after you with a knife.

- So, before Metzger came to town, he lived in Montana,

where he was part of the White Supremacy Warriors.

- Are you sure of this, Tim?

- I got a friend who works in the FBI who verified it.

- Well, even so, you can't fire a man

for what he did 15 years ago.

I need proof that he's in cahoots with Vern Schillinger,

and that he's responsible for what happened

to Busmalis, Beecher, and the others.

- Nobody'll testify against Metzger.

- Well, the union's not gonna let us do anything

without evidence.

He's also very popular with the other COs.

I don't need any more morale problems.

- So we let him stay on board till maybe he kills somebody.

- I have no choice.

- Even though he thinks of you as a nigger?

♪ ♪

- What'd you say? - A nigger.

- If you're trying to piss me off,

you're succeeding.

I don't want Metzger in this building

one minute longer than you do,

but if I'm gonna take him down, I'm gonna need ammunition.

- All right, I'll see what I can do.

- Well, Tobias, it appears all your bones are healed.

I want to keep the brace on for a couple of days,

but I'm sending you back to Em City.

You might want to use this till you're feeling steady.

- Yeah, that'll come in handy.

- You need to cut those fingernails.

- I will, soon as I get back to my pod.

- Hi, Tim. - Hi, Gloria.

Listen, I know that Carl Metzger was at least

partially responsible for both of your, uh, accidents.

Beecher, I want you to testify against him.

You too, Busmalis.

- [murmurs indistinctly]

- Mm-hmm.

Beecher?

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

Yeah, Metzger escorted me to the gym, then he left me there.

[groans and exhales]

- Then what happened?

- [chuckles] I don't remember.

[screaming]

[bone snaps]

[scream echoing]

You know, the human mind has a wonderful ability

to erase the unpleasant parts of life.

♪ ♪

- Hello, Tobias.

- Dude's in a fucking body cast, yo.

- Is he okay?

- Oh, he's gotta have painkillers.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[sighs]

- Beecher?

- Yeah?

- Look, I know there's no reason for you to believe me, but, um--

- You're sorry?

- Yeah.

- And you promise you'll never do it again.

- Look.

Toby, I'm serious.

- No doubt.

- Three months you were in the hospital,

I had a lot of time to think.

- Of me?

- Look, what I did was wrong.

I've been trying to figure out a way to prove to you

that I'm truly sorry.

And I do love you.

- [scoffs and laughs]

- How 'bout I fuck you in the ass?

- Fuck.

How 'bout you break my arm?

- Mmm, I'm gonna do a shitload more than that.

- Break my arm, break both my arms, bend my legs,

break every fuckin' bone in my body.

I'm not gonna tell the hacks nothin'.

- How stupid do you think I am?

You let me break your legs...

And then you snitch on me.

- I won't, I swear.

- Swear. Promise.

Take an oath, make a vow.

Then go fuck yourself.

[nail file scraping]

- Look, there's got to be something I can do.

- There is.

There is one thing that you can do

that will make me believe that you are truly sorry.

- What's that?

♪ ♪

- [sniffs]

Confess.

Tell McManus that you and Vern and Metzger attacked me.

- See, I do that, they're gonna cut off my balls.

- Oh, yeah, that's right.

- Okay, hey. Okay, motherfucker.

What? You want a confession?

You want a fucking confession?

Okay, but I'm leaving Metzger and Schillinger out of it.

- Not good enough!

- All right, I'll tell McManus everything.

- I'll hold my breath. - Hey, fuck you, you fuck!

I got to see McManus.

- Crying about, Keller? - I want to see McManus.

Just take me to McManus.

♪ ♪

- Beecher, what the hell is going on?

- I don't know.

- [sighs] Come with me. Come on.

Come on. Come on! - Ah! Fuck!

Let me get my cane. - No, you don't need it.

Come on. Go.

This way.

♪ ♪

Tell me what the fuck is going on.

What did you say to Keller?

Why is he going to see McManus?

♪ ♪

- I don't know.

- You know, you cocksucker.

Tell me.

♪ ♪

Tell me.

♪ ♪

[grunts and screams]

♪ ♪

[screaming]

Aah!

♪ ♪

[gasping]

♪ ♪

[static on radio]

♪ ♪

[static on radio]

♪ ♪

- Schillinger, come on.

- What's up?

- McManus and Glynn want to have a little chat.

- About what?

- Your little pal Keller confessed.

Put you and Metzger in for the beating on Beecher.

- Horseshit. He'd never do that.

- Did. Now the piper's looking for his paycheck.

- Nice try.

- You fucked up, Vern. You trusted him.

- Keller knows if he fucks with me, he's a dead man.

- Well, not if he's in protective custody, sweetheart.

[buzzer]

♪ ♪

- Truth is a powerful thing.

♪ ♪

It can right a wrong...

♪ ♪

Or make a bad thing worse.

♪ ♪

But in Oz, the truth is...

If the facts don't fit the truth...

fuck the facts.

♪ ♪

[beeping over PA]

♪ ♪

- Lights out!

Lights out!

[bell rings]

♪ ♪

[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[man screams]

[bright tone]