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[tense jazzy music]

♪ ♪

- Life in Oz sucks,

and only a fool or a Republican will tell you different.

But the punishments they got going here are nowhere near

as fucked up as in olden days.

Example, if a guy drank too much,

the constable would make him wear a drunkard's cloak,

which was a whiskey barrel with holes for the head,

the arms and the legs.

Then they'd make the drunk walk around the town square,

where everyone would call him names.

- Yo, retard, you're next.

- Keep punching. Come on, fuck him.

Let's go, punch it.

Head, ribs, head. Come on, fuck him.

Head, ribs, head.

- Pancamo's tough, man.

He's got heavy hands, a good chin,

and he's a mean son of a bitch.

The only advantage your brother has is speed.

Yeah?

- You don't seem too worried.

- I got faith.

- Mm.

Faith's a good thing...

But I'd put my money on Pancamo.

- Cudney. - What do you want?

- Hey, you working bedpan duty today?

- Yeah. - Great. Look.

I need you to steal me some more

of that chloral hydrate,

and then I'm gonna put it right in here, huh?

- No.

- Whoa, whoa.

We had a deal, remember?

You sneak drugs out of the hospital,

I give you nice, green fed notes.

- Stealing is wrong.

Today I've confessed to the Lord in front of my brothers

and promised to sin no more.

- Fine.

You're not the only fish in the sea of Galilee.

- I figured out what you've been doing

with the chloral hydrate. - Oh, yeah?

- You've been spiking the fighters' spritzers

so they'll be drugged in the ring.

- That's crazy talk.

- I've made an appointment with the warden to tell him.

My soul is in jeopardy.

So's yours.

By turning you in, I'm gonna save you.

- Not if I save you first.

Look, I haven't got a lot of time.

The rumor is you're the most ruthless hit man

in Little Odessa.

That's got to mean a lot, 'cause you Russian mob guys,

you're a bunch of crazy, fucked-up motherfuckers.

So I need a job done, I need it done pronto.

Just tell me when to stop, okay?

- 97B752,

98b526,

99b121...

- 97B326, 442302, 99c124.

99C124!

Cudney!

Cudney.

- What's the problem?

- I don't know.

Cudney! - Cudney!

- Cudney, get out here.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Oh, shit, look at the blood.

♪ ♪

- He's dead.

- Look at these two small holes.

♪ ♪

- He's been stabbed in the neck.

[speaking Russian]

[tense percussive tones]

♪ ♪

[shouting]

- In this corner, Chucky "The Enforcer" Pancamo.

[cheers and applause]

Put this on.

Put it on. Put it on!

all: Let them fight! Let them fight!

Let them fight! Let them fight! Let them fight!

Let them fight! Let them fight!

[cheers and applause]

- Come on, tough guy.

Come on. Right over here.

[bell rings] Fight.

[cheers and applause]

Come on, baby.

- You wanna dance or you wanna fight?

Come on.

- Come on! Come on, Cyril.

Come on, Cyril.

Let's go. Come on. Use your head.

[shouting]

[bell rings]

- What the fuck is that?

[shouting]

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that?

Hey, don't worry about that fucking fat dago motherfucker.

He's all yours, all right? - Stay focused.

- Huh? You feel good? - Yeah.

- Feel good? - Look at me.

- Think just hop back.

- Feel like I'm gonna throw up or something

- I got nothing to worry about.

[bell rings]

[shouting]

[bell rings]

- Hey, look at me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He'll be ready!

[slurping]

[bell rings]

- [heavy breathing]

[shouting]

[shouting]

- What'd I tell you, huh? You got to believe in yourself.

When you're focused, when you put your mind to it,

you can do really big things, Cyril.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Here's the money I owe you for betting on Pancamo.

Good fight.

- Thanks.

- Cyril, would you mind if I talked to your brother

alone for just a moment?

- Why don't you go downstairs?

It's almost time for Miss Sally.

- Close the door, please.

- What's up?

- I understand Yuri Kosygin did a little job for you.

- Job?

- Kosygin is dangerous man,

unpredictable, unreliable.

He's making sounds like he's going to tell

the authorities about killing Cudney.

- He killed Cudney? Hmm. Ooh.

- Ryan, Ryan.

I'm here as your friend. - Yeah.

- I'm telling you, Kosygin must be eliminated.

- You know, we got a little saying in this country.

Maybe you've heard it before.

You can't shit a shitter.

You want Kosygin dead, you come here,

you say he's making sounds, you're hoping

that I'm gonna take care of it for you.

No chance.

- I do like you, O'Reily.

- Well, then like this.

Here's some free advice for you.

You want Yuri's balls, have the Sicilians do it.

- Sicilians?

- Uh-huh.

[tense percussive tones]

- Mr. Pancamo?

- Yeah?

- May I approach?

- Sure, approach.

- Recently, you and I had a conversation about Yuri Kosygin.

- Uh-huh. He's very disrespectful.

- Da.

He is also...

I bet on you.

I lost very heavy.

He won very heavy.

- Yeah?

- He told me he spiked your water with heroin

in order to...um...

How do you say?

Fuck you up. - I knew it.

Goddamn, I fuckin' knew it.

- I hope you don't mind me telling you this.

- Nah, I don't mind. I appreciate it.

In fact, I owe you one.

We got to do the fight over. - Oh, bullshit.

- I was drugged out.

- What's your proof?

- Have me tested.

- I'm not gonna spend the time

or the money to have you tested

just because you're a sore loser.

Now, get the fuck out.

- McManus-- - Out!

- Come on. You heard the man. Let's go!

- Fuck!

- Come on.

- Yo, dumb move, man.

- What? - Letting the hacks know

you know Kosygin did the dirty.

Now, if Kosygin dies, they're gonna blame you, brother.

- That's right.

- Look, I know you're pissed off that my brother

won the fight, all right?

But in the name of good sportsmanship, all right?

I got a small suggestion for you.

- What's that?

- The next best thing to having someone killed is having them

sent to solitary for the rest of their lives.

Or better yet, death row. - Yeah.

- When Kosygin finds out that Stanislofsky snitched on him,

your problems are solved.

- In the 1600s, snitches and gossips were made to wear

something called a brank, which was an iron helmet

that was placed on the head, enclosing it in a kind of cage.

There was a front plate covered with spikes...

[metal churning]

Which was placed inside the mouth so that if you

tried to talk...well, you get the idea.

You learned to keep your mouth shut.

- [speaking Russian]

- We are in America now, Nikolai.

Let's speak American.

- All right.

We speak English.

- Unlike you, in Russia, I was not a criminal.

- No?

- I was an educator.

After the Soviets fell, things got so bleak in Moscow,

I decided to leave to come to America.

- For a better life, right?

- Yes, for me and my wife.

But we did not find a better life.

I couldn't get employed teaching.

- It must have been terrible.

- [laughing]

Then I got this job painting a house,

the house of Leonid Rodzinsky.

- He was in the Organizatsiya.

- Yes.

He treated me like shit, always making fun,

calling me "Professor,"

then ordering me to clean his toilets.

One day...

he kicked me with his boot in front of my wife.

I strangled him on the spot.

- It's closing time?

- Yes.

- All right, I'll go.

- Not till I finish my story.

- Strange, Yuri, you're here all this time,

you barely say two words, now you're a regular boltoon.

- It takes me time to warm up to people.

Nikolai.

I feel very close to you.

I was possessed by guilt for killing Rodzinsky,

but I got a reputation for being ruthless.

The Organizatsiya hired me to exterminate someone else.

The second time was easy.

- Now, Yuri, Yuri, please,

[speaking Russian] I don't want to hear this.

- The third time, no problem at all.

- Yuri, please.

- At last count, I had murdered at least 49 people.

You have the honor of being my 50th.

- No! No, you wait now!

- [speaking Russian]

- Guards!

Guards!

[speaking Russian]

Help!

Ah!

[shouting]

[speaking Russian]

- [laughing]

- [screaming]

- Okay, I need to get his records

and find out what his blood type is.

Let's start an IV.

Get me a suture set and let's give him Demerol,

50 milligrams.

Nikolai, I need you to stay still.

- No, please--

- No hard feelings.

- No problem.

[gate buzzes]

- Oh, man, look at that.

Nooter's a fag.

- What makes you say that?

- Look at the way he's always grabbing Pecky.

- They're fighting.

- Yo, all I'm saying, it's a lot of body contact, man.

- That's the stupidest thing I ever heard of, a gay puppet.

- One of the Teletubbies is gay.

- What? - Yeah, Fallwell

or the reverend somebody, he says that Twinky Dink

or whatever his name is, he's a butt pirate.

- That's nuts!

Listen, you gotta have a-- a cock to be gay.

- Teletubbies don't have cocks.

The puppet doesn't have a cock.

- Where's it say you gotta have a cock to be gay?

All you need is a mouth so you can suck cock.

[laughter]

[gate buzzes]

- O'Reily. - Yeah?

- Hernandez wants to see you.

- Right.

Hey, hey.

- Alvarez, what am I always saying

about our friend O'Reily here?

- That he's no dummy.

- That's right, he's no dummy.

- Hey, the feeling's mutual, Raoul.

- Is that so?

Then how come you always acting like I'm an idiot?

You know Adebisi and me are working with the Sicilians now.

We're running the tits everywhere in Oz.

- Yeah, I know.

- But you keep selling on your own.

Man, what's up with that? - Me?

No, man. A little, sure,

but, there's no way I compete with you guys.

Come on. - Look, man, I don't care.

We want you to stop.

Huh.

Have you talked this over with Adebisi and Pancamo?

- My word ain't good enough, man?

- No, man, your word is plenty good.

I'll stop, right away, finito.

- Give us what you got.

- Now?

- Yeah.

- I can't keep a little for my own personal use?

- You don't use no more, man.

- All right.

- Bullshit.

- Assume the position.

- What?

- Assume the position.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, you know, I completely forgot about that one.

- No shit.

No more, O'Reily, comprende?

- Yeah, comprende.

Hey, you want to bust Hernandez?

Now's the time.

- Hey, hey, come on.

Hernandez, turn around.

Hey, turn around.

- Yeah.

- Empty your pockets.

Thank you.

Cuff him.

- Take it fuckin' easy, man. Shit!

- Come on. Let's go.

- That there's a real heartbreaker, Alvarez.

- I've been thinking...

I want to see.

I want to see what I done to Rivera.

- Well, you will, when you see him face to face.

- When I stabbed him, I walked away.

I didn't look at him in the eyes.

I want to see what I did that day.

I want to see what it looked like that day.

- You mean, like a-- a photograph?

- I used to work in the hospital,

and they used to take photographs of all

the prisoners that came in with serious shit,

just for the-- for the courts and whatever.

I want to see a picture of Rivera.

- Miguel, I don't know if that's a good idea.

- Well, I mean, you asked me what happened and

I couldn't tell you because everything was just a blur,

you know, and it was all shouting.

Every fuckin' day that I get up,

I look in the mirror and I don't see me, you know?

I don't see-- I don't see me.

I just see this other guy who did this.

- And a photograph will do what?

- I don't know.

Just make me forget about that other guy...

Just let me...

be alone with myself again.

- Um...

I'll see what I can do.

[bell ringing]

- There you are! - Tina, what's the matter?

- You gotta stop this. - What?

- You gotta stop Eugene from coming here.

- What's wrong? - It's like I said,

bringing up all this shit from the past.

It's made him crazy.

- Okay. Let's go to my office.

- He's not acting normal anymore.

- I'm really surprised to hear you say that,

because when Eugene is with me,

he seems very calm,

he seems open and-- and ready to face Alvarez.

- No.

It's an act, I tell you.

At home, he says nothing.

He just sits there all quiet.

- Are you sure it's he who's not talking?

- Wh--

- Well, maybe he's afraid that

since you didn't want him to be in the program,

you might not be supportive.

- Don't tell me I'm not supportive.

I have been there for him... - I know.

- Through the surgeries, by his bed...

- I know. - Day and night.

I rearranged the house, my whole fucking life.

- I know what you've done.

Eugene told me he could have never made it this far

without you.

He also told me he's thinking of committing suicide.

- What?

- So that you can have a life.

- Oh...

Oh, sweet Jesus.

- You know...

years ago, I was married

and my husband was murdered.

So for a very long time,

I wallowed in grief and anger

until that's all I had.

Tina, Eugene knows

that he only has two choices now,

to move on or die.

Now, you've helped him this far.

Go the rest of the way.

Hmm?

♪ ♪

- Oh!

Oh! Oh, my God.

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit...

Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

Oh... [crying]

♪ ♪

Ernie Fargo and me,

we take Buonomo down to the piers,

and he knows what's up,

but he don't beg, he don't struggle.

I tell him, I say, "Sonny, you got a pair of balls,"

and then I blew 'em both off.

Who the fuck are you?

- Nat Ginzburg,

your new roommate.

- Okay, new roomie, you listen up and listen good.

This is my cell.

You just sleep here.

- You got a name, tough guy?

- Nappa. Mr. Nappa.

- Mmm, I love to eat Italian.

- I ain't no fag.

- Don't worry, I won't hold that against you.

- Yeah.

- You a writer?

- I'm doing my memoirs.

- You Antonio Nappa, the mob guy?

- Yeah.

- That's gonna be some book.

You naming names?

- Names, places, felonies.

- You don't by any chance need a Boswell, do you?

- Boswell?

- Secretary.

- Sure.

What's your name again?

- Nat.

- Short for Nathaniel?

- Short for Natalie.

[knocks on door]

- Come here.

[tense percussive music]

Whaddaya got for me?

Yeah, he's writing some fuckin' book about his life,

and from what I hear, he tells everything.

Uh-huh.

♪ ♪

[sighs] Okay.

They want us to get the book

and take care of Nappa.

- Fuck.

- Yeah, fuck.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [coughs]

[groans softly]

Why don't you just kill me?

Oh, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny.

- [groans, grunts]

- You know, in Africa... - [coughs]

- The elders of the tribe

used to teach the young warriors not just how to fight,

but how to live. - [grunts]

[sighs]

- I...

am the chief of this tribe

and will teach you the right way to behave.

- You're one sick motherfucker, Adebisi.

Oh, shit! Ah!

- First lesson is your respect.

- I-I do respect you.

I respect you.

[inhales sharply] Ah.

[groans]

- Oh, yeah?

Get ready.

We have to prepare breakfast for our brothers.

- [coughs]

[door opens]

[sighs]

- Your wife is murdered.

You find out she's been cheating on you.

That's a lot to handle emotionally.

- [sighs] I grew up in the same hood,

to the same grade school, same junior high together.

I was supposed to take her to her prom,

but I got arrested the day before.

I had the tux rented, corsage bought.

I felt bad that she missed out 'cause of me.

- Mm-hmm.

But there's something else that we're gonna have to deal with,

your son.

Now that he has no mother, he's gonna depend on you.

He's gonna need more from you as a father.

- What you saying? I love my kid.

- Sure, but the time that you spend with him

needs to be more focused.

I want you to join the parenting program,

establish an ongoing relationship with your son

so that when you get released, he'll know who you are.

What do you say? Will you join up?

- I guess.

Anything for my kid.

[percussive music]

♪ ♪

- [inhales, kisses] - There he is.

[Jordan babbling] - [laughs]

- Hey, little buddy. - Hi.

Hey, Ma. - Hey.

How you doing? - Hey.

- Look who's here. - Hi.

- There's Daddy. - Hi.

It's daddy. Hey, Jordan.

Hi. - Hey.

- Come here. Hey.

[Jordan babbling] - Oh, yeah?

Hi. What's up?

How you been? You been with Grandma?

Huh? Huh?

Hey. Hey.

Why's he acting like he don't know me?

- Well, he hasn't seen you for a while.

- Take your time.

- Hey, Jordan,

how's Grandma treating you? [Jordan crying]

Stop. Don't cry.

Stop crying.

No, stop crying. Be a man!

Come on.

- It's okay. It's okay, sweetie.

[tense music]

[Jordan wailing] It's o--oh, it's all right.

Oh, it's okay, sweetie.

It's o--oh, baby.

- Where you going, Kenny? - Don't worry.

- I got things to do.

- Oh, it's okay.

[bell ringing]

- McManus was just fuckin' with your head, little brother,

the way all white men fuck with our heads.

I got a plan, Kenny.

A way to break McManus.

- What good is that gonna do?

- We force them to bring someone else to run Emerald City.

- [clicks tongue] Who'll be just as bad.

- Who'll be one of us.

[buzzer sounds]

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

- [kisses]

[laughs]

[all laughing]

♪ ♪

- All right, SORT, we're gonna work on a cell extraction,

non-cooperative prisoner.

- Get down! [all grunting]

- Stay down! Stay down!

- Get down! - Get down!

Stay down! - What're you doing?

- Stay down!

Stay down! Stay down!

Stay down! - Fucking down!

[thumping] - Down!

♪ ♪

- And the governor said the crime rate is down

because of longer prison sentences.

- You ever think about going SORT?

- They're not big on women.

- Besides, when you sign on to SORT,

they remove all the human parts of your body.

- Well, don't you think that's the way they gotta be?

I mean, we're supposed to have a day-to-day relationship

with the prisoners, but the SORT guys,

their job is to go in there and shut an ugly situation down.

- Mm-hmm, I know that and I appreciate that,

but it takes a special kind of hardness to be SORT.

- And I don't have it?

[door opens]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- We out of Sweet 'n Low?

You all deaf?

- What you did to Tim McManus sucks.

- What I did to Tim McManus was suck his cock,

and for that, he treated me like a shitball.

- Accusing him of sexual harassment?

That's an insult to women who have been abused.

- Like you?

- Yeah, like me.

- You know what your problem is, Diane?

You wanna be everybody's best pal.

- Your problem,

you wanna be everybody's worst nightmare.

♪ ♪

- Oh, look, Sweet 'n Low.

[door opens and slams]

- Now, she's the right type for the SORT team.

- [laughing]

♪ ♪

- O'Brien.

♪ ♪

Bevilacqua.

Giles.

Giles!

Base four, this is radio 24 requesting backup.

- Drawing and quartering.

A man was tied to the tail of a horse

and dragged on the ground to a gallows,

where he was hung till he was half-dead,

then brought down, his body cut open,

his entrails taken out and burned.

Then his head cut off

and his body sliced into quarters.

After all that indignity,

the hangman would hold up the dead man's heart

and yell, "Behold, the heart of a traitor!"

[gate buzzes]

- Leo? - Yeah?

- I just wanted to talk to you about Clayton Hughes.

- Yeah? - Well...

- [sighs] What'd he do now?

- Nothing. I-I just had

a little conversation with him,

and he seems to need to know

if the guy who stabbed his dad

is still in Oz.

- Look, I've told him to let it go.

He's young. He won't listen.

- Well, I dug around the files a little.

There are 26 inmates who were here 17 years ago

who may have seen something.

So I just wanted to tell you that

I was gonna talk to each one of them.

- And what good'll that do?

Look, we interrogated them all at the time.

We got nowhere. - Leo, I'm not telling you

that I'm gonna find anything out.

It's just that after all these years,

maybe someone's willing to give up some information.

- [groans softly] [gate buzzes]

- Hi, Glo. - Hey.

- I hear you have William Giles here.

- Yeah, he suffered a mild heart attack,

so I have him under observation.

- Is he still talking in Morse Code?

- Uh-huh. He seems to do well

with yes and no questions.

- May I? - Yeah.

- Thanks, Doc.

[machines beeping softly]

[patient coughing]

William, remember me, Father Mukada?

- Yes.

- How are you feeling? Better?

- Yes.

- I've been meaning to come to see you in solitary.

Would you mind if I asked you a question?

- No.

- You remember 17 years ago a CO Named Samuel Hughes?

♪ ♪

- Yes.

- You remember that he was killed here in Oz?

- Yeah.

- Were you there in the cafeteria

when he was killed?

- Yes.

- You know who killed him?

♪ ♪

Do you know who killed Samuel Hughes?

- [sighs]

Tell, bye-bye, die.

- No, you won't, I swear.

You'll be back in solitary,

where no inmate can hurt you.

- No.

- There's a young man,

Samuel Hughes' son, Clayton.

He needs to know what happened to his father.

I've talked to all the other prisoners who were here then,

and no one will tell me anything.

William, please?

Which prisoner killed Samuel Hughes?

♪ ♪

- Uh...

No, no prisoner.

- Not a prisoner?

Then who?

- Leo Glynn.

♪ ♪

- 20, 20, we got a problem here.

Prisoner's OD'd.

We're too late for the medic. Send the morgue boys.

[bell ringing]

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

- Morning, Len.

- Yeah.

- It's so nice and quiet.

I wish we could leave 'em like this.

- Especially now, since Schillinger's son OD'd.

- Yeah, I heard.

I thought Andrew was in the Hole.

- He was. - So how did he get the drugs?

- Beats the shit out of me. - Is Glynn investigating?

- Yeah, but on the QT.

He doesn't seem all that anxious to find out.

See you tomorrow.

- [sighs]

[bell ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

- How you doing there, Vern?

- [sighs]

I knew a guy, had one arm.

Told me when he dreams, he still had both arms.

Every morning, he'd wake up

and have to realize all over again

one arm was missing.

Every morning, it was like the first time they told him

his arm was gone.

[sighs]

My son is dead.

- What you did, getting him the heroin...

That was the right thing.

Put him to the test.

He was weak.

He was not one of us.

- No.

Way I figure it, it was euthanasia.

Keller and Beecher were gonna fuck with my boy.

[sighs] By killing him...

I saved him.

[sighs] [buzzer sounds]

- I'm asking McManus to put me back in your pod.

- Don't.

- Why? Andy's dead.

He ain't coming back anytime soon.

You and me, Beecher.

- Please take your hand away.

- Beecher.

- Please.

Take your fucking hand away.

- What the fuck are you looking at?

You wanted revenge on Schillinger.

I helped you get that.

[tense music]

- You did it for us?

- Oh, yeah.

- When are you gonna figure it out?

You and me,

we're never gonna happen.

- You love me, Toby.

- Fuck my ass.

♪ ♪

- Sister Pete.

Hey, I'm gonna see you today.

Right? - 3:00.

You visiting one of your ex-wives?

- Yeah.

- Which one, Kitty or Angelique?

- Bonnie. Wife number two and number four.

She's the best. - Mm.

- Hey, there she is, there she is.

- A-ha, a redhead.

- No, the other one.

- Chris, she's...

- Huge.

- Well, did she gain some weight after the divorce?

- No, she was that way when I married her.

Both times. - Oh.

- Bye.

- You and Schillinger were together at Lardner

when you were how old? - 17.

- He saved your life?

- Mm-hmm.

- Did you have sex together?

- Yeah.

- Did he force himself on you?

- Vern likes the power part of sex,

so I let him think he did.

- You enjoy sex with men? - I enjoy sex.

Don't you?

You told me you were married before you became a nun.

You and your husband have great sex?

- Chris. - I mean, I can tell you did.

[laughs] I'll bet you were wild.

Lint.

You miss it, sex?

- I miss my husband.

- Sure.

You ever have sex with anyone other than him?

- Chris, you know, every time we have a session together

and we get to a topic that you want to avoid,

you somehow manage to turn the discussion

around to me.

- Hmm.

You noticed, huh? [laughs]

- I just want to get to the heart

of why you did what you did

to Beecher.

[buzzer sounding]

- You saw my ex, Bonnie.

When I met her, she was all alone.

Very unhappy.

So I knew it'd be easy to get her

to fall in love with me.

But what I didn't know

was after I broke her heart...

Would she still love me?

See, I'm a piece of shit.

I...

am worthless.

As bad as they come.

And to have someone keep loving me

no matter how bad...

You happy now?

You got me to open up and spill my guts all over your table.

Breakthrough.

- So you went along with Beecher

not in the name of the Aryan brotherhood...

But to see if he would love you no matter what?

- At first, I wanted unconditional surrender...

And then I wanted unconditional love.

But Beecher don't love me.

- And that's killing you inside.

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- Yeah.

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- [sighs] Forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass again--

and lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom...

- Allahu akbar.

Allah.

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Allahu akbar.

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

This room is reserved.

- I know, for you Muslims.

- Our daily study group.

Move the chairs.

- I was raised Episcopalian,

which means we thought about God

once a week for an hour.

But you, you think about him all the time.

- Yeah.

- Why?

- I want to know him.

- Me, too.

- I wanna know him.

I wanna know God.

I want him to know me,

to know I'm here.

I'm still in this place.

- He knows.

- You know, when I came to Oz,

I read the Bible from Genesis to Apocalypse.

- Great book, the Bible.

May I borrow this?

The Qur'an?

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- Of course.

Beecher...

would you like to stay?

Listen to our discussion?

- Yes.

- Have a seat.

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Come on in, my brothers.

- What are you doing? Allowing a non-believer

into our study group?

- A non-believer?

You mean a white man.

- He doesn't belong.

- Beecher is a lost soul

searching for the truth.

He has every right to be there to receive instruction.

- No.

- No? - Ever since I came to Oz,

I've listened to you rationalize your actions.

You are no longer fit to lead us.

We need an imam who is above reproach.

- And who's that, Khan?

You?

- Yes.

Never.

[speaking Arabic]

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[speaking Arabic]

♪ ♪

Nacim...

come.

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- [snorts]

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

- So it's true, what I heard?

- Yes.

- [sighs]

I still want you to teach me about God.

- I'm not sure that I can.

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- Said's out.

- Beecher came to my office,

asked me if he could move Said into his pod.

- And you said? - Sure.

- [exhales]

We need to set up a meeting

with whoever took Said's place.

What's his name? - Hamid Khan.

[woman screaming] - Hey!

♪ ♪

Help! Help me!

[crying]

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

[woman crying] - Prisoner number 9-9-K-5-1-5,

Hamid Khan,

convicted March 6, '99,

aggravated assault.

Sentence: 10 years.

Up for parole in five.

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

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- Moving in with the white folk, Kareem?

- Hey, love birds.

- My all-time favorite punishment?

It's called Riding the Stang.

The wittiest person in town would be put on a chair,

carried around the streets by his fellow townspeople

while he banged on a bucket and yelled out dirty limericks

condemning the accused.

Being made fun of,

being humiliated in front of everyone else in your community.

That may be the cruelest punishment of all.

[breathing heavy]

[Said sobbing]

- No, no.

[sobbing continues]

[tense jazzy music]

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