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- Obituaries.

A man or a woman lives their entire life.

They work and love and dream and laugh and cry,

then they die.

And then somebody who they don't even know,

who's never met them once,

boils their entire life down to a paragraph or two

in a local newspaper,

and that's only if they've achieved something,

something that the editor thinks is important.

Now, if they're real movers, real shakers,

maybe they get two columns,

maybe they get a photo from 1974.

And if they've achieved nothing,

they get buried at the bottom of the page,

or ignored completely.

- The homicide unit has finished its investigation.

Guillaume Tarrant shot seven people

before killing himself.

Four people are dead: Officer Joseph Howard,

and prisoners Lou Rath, Junior Pierce,

and Kenny Wangler. - What's the status

of the other three inmates, Keller, Cyran, and Ahmed?

- They're all at Benchley Memorial.

Cyran and Ahmed had superficial wounds.

They should be back today, but, Keller had internal damage.

He'll be in the hospital awhile.

You know, I keep asking myself:

How did that fucking gun get in Oz?

- I don't know, Murphy,

but, I'm sure as Christ gonna find out.

- We don't know where the gun came from.

- Why you asking us?

That was a white man's finger on the trigger.

- I'm talking to everyone.

- Whether you find out the truth or not,

one thing is clear.

Emerald City is out of control.

McManus must go.

- You telling me who to hire and who to fire, Adebisi?

- Just pointing out reality.

- McManus was lax.

Ultimately, the responsibility is his.

And you'd better act fast, the press wants answers.

Public wants someone to blame.

- Thank you for your concern.

- You two were very chummy in there.

Rare finding such agreement.

- So, you are saying you don't want McManus to get fired?

- Zahir, what is going on?

- What do you care?

You lost the taste for power, isn't that what you said?

- Yeah. - Then you're out of this.

- Beginning of the day,

the way, the wisdom, the wish, the will to treat,

to try, to trip. - Shut up.

- You can memorialize them hacks...

- Shut the fuck up already! - But, my brothers,

they on they backs in corners like--

like roaches after another fucking raid sweepin'.

- Enough! Shut the fuck up, man!

- Back on the thigh, the glimmer in the eye.

- Poet.

Poet, enough. - Stupid ass motherfucker.

- Get the fuck away from me, man.

You know, Bricks-- Bricks and Junior is dead.

They dead! - You and me are alive.

- Ain't got no heart, Adebisi.

- I have a heart.

I have a heart of a lion.

Instead of crying for Kenny and Junior,

help me revenge them.

- Revenge against who, Adebisi?

You seen Tarrant greased himself.

- You see, against them.

All of those white bastards.

- Wasn't no fucking white bastard,

that poured hot soup on my face,

scarring my skin.

That was you. That was you!

- Yeah, that was then. This is now.

If you'd been standing 1 inch to the left

when the shooting started, you'd be dead

and Kenny Wangler would be my new best friend.

- Yo, brother, shit's going down.

- Yeah, but, what?

We're on the outside, nose against the glass.

- Yeah, not for long, brother.

Fucking hacks want to know how Frenchy got the gun.

- And you know who did it?

- Fucking coco, man. Adebisi.

I saw him with the gun the day before the shooting.

- Does Adebisi know you know?

- Not yet, brah,

but he gonna find out soon enough.

- Integrity.

It's what sets real leaders apart

from typical politicians.

One man running for governor has real integrity.

Alvah Case.

Activist lawyer, law school dean,

State Bar president.

Nobody questions his integrity.

So, after the riots at Oswald Prison,

to whom did even James Devlin turn to sort it out?

That's right...

- Wendy.

- McManus has to go.

- That seems to be the mantra of the week.

- Have you seen The Trib?

Front page, above the fold.

"Prison Shooting Leaves Four Dead."

And two op-ed pieces.

- I can handle a little negative press.

- Not if you want to be lieutenant governor.

You need a scapegoat. You have to fire McManus.

- Now's not the time.

- He screwed things up from the get-go.

Have you forgotten the riot? - The riot was not Tim's fault.

- His entire history of Emerald City has been a disaster.

He's a weak, limp-wristed liberal

and you gotta toss him out with the other garbage.

- Here's your mail.

You're welcome.

- "Dear Tim, I know by now

that Sister Pete has given you the news

"that I'm not coming back to Oz.

"This all must seem unreal to you.

"It sure as hell does to me.

"When I left two weeks ago on vacation,

"I never dreamed my entire life

"could turn around so far so fast.

"I never dreamed that I'd meet a man like Cary.

So loving, so understanding..."

- I've been asked to pick one staff member

to serve as part of a state delegation

that's going to South Africa

for a discussion of human rights issues.

That group will visit the Pretoria Prison,

the Zonder Water Prison, as well as go on a safari.

- Sorry.

Uh, Leo, I just want to talk for one minute, okay?

- Not now. I'm in the middle of something.

- Ah, yeah, just one minute

about Officer Howard's memorial service.

You know, it's important, goddamn it,

because the man was killed right in front of me.

- All right, go ahead.

Okay, uh...

I think that we should videotape the ceremony

so that when his grandkids get older they can watch it.

- Eternal rest grant unto him, oh, Lord,

and let perpetual light shine down upon him.

all: Amen.

- And now, Tim McManus would like to say a few words.

Tim.

- Uh, Joe loved to bet on the horses,

and so, in honor of him, I would like to...

♪ Camp town ladies sing this song ♪

♪ Doo-da, doo-da ♪

♪ Camp town racetrack's five miles long ♪

♪ Oh, doo-da-day ♪

♪ Gonna run all night ♪

♪ Gonna run all day ♪

♪ Bet my money on a bob-tail nag ♪

♪ Somebody bet on the bay ♪

- Come in.

- Leo, we want to talk about Tim.

I have had all the discussions

about Tim McManus I'm gonna have.

- He's clearly in distress.

- Yes. - He needs help.

- That's what I told him. - So, you've seen him?

- We've been looking everywhere. - He just left.

- Well, where'd he go?

- I have no idea.

- All right, we'll try him at home tonight.

- If not, we'll just see him here tomorrow.

- Right. - I don't think so.

- Why not?

- I just fired him.

Goodnight.

- I saw this obituary once of a guy I knew,

and the newspaper had misspelled his name.

They misspelled his goddamn, motherfucking name,

and that's it. It ain't no going back.

It's not like they gonna get his name right

the next time he dies.

No. That edition of the newspaper

is going in the archives.

And this guy I know, his name,

which is probably the thing he's proudest of in life,

it's gonna be wrong

forever and ever.

- All right.

Everybody, listen up.

Last night,

Tim McManus resigned as unit manager of Emerald City.

- All right, quiet down.

Until a new unit manager is named,

the warden has asked me to temporarily

take over McManus' duties.

Hear this.

Nothing,

and I mean nothing's gonna change.

- Yeah, that's what you think. - Alright, that's it.

- Officer Murphy,

have you heard the latest on Chris Keller?

- Haven't heard anything new.

- Could you call 'em and check on his status?

- Beecher, we had a major incident here,

all right? Now, we lose Tim McManus.

Your boyfriend's health ain't a priority for me.

- Please?

- Go away.

- I asked my father to locate Schillinger's other son.

- Oz didn't make you a bitch.

You were born one.

- Yeah, okay. - Yeah.

- You were tormented in your role in the death

over Andrew ScHillinger.

You went looking, you came to me.

You asked for guidance in the ways of Islam.

You felt comfort,

peace of mind in the arms of Allah.

But, you have this

thing

between you and Keller.

Homosexual acts are blasphemy.

I know that.

I don't want to love him, Kareem,

but, I do.

And as for Allah,

I'll take my chances with him when the time comes.

- Hey, Beecher.

Sorry about what happened to your little butt buddy.

Of course, knowing that kind,

he's probably fucked half his nurses

and a couple orderlies by now.

Hope he don't come back to you

with any of them staph infections.

- Toby. Hey, Dad.

- Oh.

Good news.

We found Hank ScHillinger, by the way.

- Well, Jesus, that was fast.

- Well, I told you, Swannie's the best,

and if you turn over the right rock,

you'll find a worm.

- Meaning?

- Hank Schillinger's one screwed up kid.

Swannie said he's a-- he's a drug addict,

he's a petty thief.

He pimped his girlfriend.

- How long before he'll come and visit ScHillinger?

- Well, there's one slight complication.

Boy says he won't come unless he gets paid.

- Paid. How much?

- I don't know.

Probably what it'll cost to get him his next high.

Mm.

Make the deal.

- Toby. - Make the deal, Dad.

- Vern.

- What the hell--sorry, heck do you want?

- You have a visitor.

- What, suddenly you're my appointment secretary?

- Hank is here.

- Hank?

My hank?

- Your father's on his way.

- So, when do I get the other half of the money?

- When you're done.

- Cool.

So, bring him on.

How long is this gonna take?

'cause I gotta meet somebody.

Dude, you look awesome.

- Hello, son.

- Skinny as shit.

They don't feed you in here?

- Oh.

Oh, God! Good to see you.

- Dad.

- Let me look at you.

- Yeah.

- How you doing?

I mean, about Andrew.

- Well, I miss him,

but, before he got clipped,

we weren't hanging as much together.

All the freaks he'd be with,

dragging a nigger from the back of a truck.

What is that shit?

- Well, go on, sit down.

So much I want to talk to you about.

- You know, I'd love that,

but, I mean, I gotta bolt.

- Hank, you just got here.

Hank.

- You know, fuck it.

I got time.

I mean, you're my daddy, right?

- How'd it go?

- Well, it started out kind of bizarre,

but, Hank eventually settled down.

- And ScHillinger?

- You know, I've actually never seen him happy,

but, that's what he seems to be.

He asked Hank to come back, Hank said yes,

but, whether he shows up is anybody's guess.

- I'll make sure he does.

- You know, the most startling thing for me

is how much ScHillinger truly loves this kid.

- Father? - Yeah?

- Have you ever loved anybody too much?

Of course, you're not allowed.

I mean, the celibacy thing.

I guess my question is:

Is it wrong

to love somebody too much?

- Well, I guess that depends on how the love manifests itself.

And the answer to your first question is...

yes, I have.

- You gotta pity the guy

who had one thing go wrong in his whole life.

I mean, other than that one thing that got fucked up,

he led a good, average life.

But, some incident or other,

some bad decision or bad behavior

which maybe gained him a moment of notoriety,

that'll be the headline in his obit when he dies.

You know, like Charles Van Doren,

quiz show scandal.

No matter what else he's done,

that's how he'll be remembered

forever and ever.

Sorry.

She yours? - My girlfriend.

- Oh, yeah?

My wife.

Mmm.

The lieutenant wants an update.

He wants to know when he's gonna see some arrests.

- The shooting has brought everything

to a complete standstill.

Two of the guys on my initial drug connection got killed.

- Take it slow, partner.

- I know. I know.

But, I gotta tell you,

I don't want to spend any more time in this place

than I have to.

- I miss my wife constantly.

And lately, I...

feel like I'm losing her.

- Think she's sleeping with another guy?

- No.

I'm just becoming,

you know, less and less important to her.

She filling in the space that I left.

- That could never happen to Kina and me.

- No?

- No.

- Yeah, we'll see.

- Where she from?

- D.C.

- Really?

- Why?

- No, she just-- she looked familiar to me.

I was trying to figure out from where.

How long she been in the city?

- Six month or so. - Oh.

I definitely don't know her.

All right, man, a'ight!

- Hey, Kina.

Did you ever have any run-ins with a guy named Augustus Hill?

Yeah, I thought so.

He says he recognized you.

Well, I think to be safe,

you shouldn't come visit for a while.

Mm-hmm.

- You know, in Jamaica, I worked the line.

Yeah?

- Maybe you have a place for me.

- So many of your men were killed.

- Let me speak to some people.

- Mr. Adebisi.

- Nice island, Jamaica.

- You've been?

- I ask the questions.

- Understood.

- How's Juni Numba doing?

- I know who he is,

but, we have never danced together.

- Marcus Surrey?

- Again, I know of him.

- William Pouches?

- Him I don't know at all.

- That's because I made him up.

You know Harlem King?

- Barely.

- Then who do you know?

Who can vouch for you?

- Nester Parks.

- Nester Parks?

He's in Lardner.

- Servin' 15 years.

- You can go now.

- Give me a chance to prove myself.

- Go.

- Poet...

contact Nester Parks.

I want to hear stories about our new monkey.

- So, the trial starts today.

- Yes.

And I plan to go to court and be there every day

until we get justice.

- Oh, and you're certain that we will get justice.

- I have a very good feeling about this.

I think we're gonna win.

I think the state and this prison and Devlin

are gonna have to finally face the facts

that after all these years,

they were responsible for the riot.

Well, they were responsible,

for all the inmates who were injured,

and the men,

like my brother, who died.

- You're laughing at me?

- No, I'm not laughing at you.

I just remember the frightened little girl that you were,

and I'm stunned.

And very pleased,

at all the changes within you.

I wanna kiss you.

- I wish we could.

- You know what?

Everything that I respect about you,

also really pisses me off.

- Okay.

I've asked you all here today because as co-plaintiffs,

I want to give you an update

on the lawsuit against the state.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We saw that on the news.

When do we get our fucking money?

- As I have said, O'Reily, this is not about money.

This is about the state admitting culpability

in the riot.

- Excuse me, will each of us be testifying?

- I doubt it.

I have all of your depositions

and our lawyer, Arnie Zelman,

he believes that only one of us is necessary

to plead our case in court.

- And that someone would be you.

- Yes.

I leave in an hour.

- It's taken all these months for the trial to start.

How long before the jury reaches a verdict?

- I would say about a week.

- Well, aren't we feeling optimistic?

- Well, given the fact that I believe

the American legal system to be inherently corrupt,

unfair, chaotic.

Oh, yes,

I'm feeling very optimistic.

Take it away. - Kareem.

- No, I absolutely refuse.

- Kareem, it's a new statewide requirement.

Whenever a prisoner leaves a facility,

he or she must put on an orange jumpsuit.

- And if I wear that in the court,

how do you think the jury will see me?

They will see me as a criminal,

and that is someone who is not to be believed.

- You can't leave Oz without it.

- Go to the Board of Prisons.

You get me a waiver. - I tried.

- Then you sue the Board of Prisons.

- Fine, and maybe Judge Dolloff will delay the proceedings,

or maybe he won't.

In any case, the legal haggling is going to eat up time.

I thought you wanted this trial over as soon as possible.

- You know what I want?

I want this trial done right.

- Okay.

I'll file the proper motions.

- Hey.

- Hey. - Back so soon?

- Yeah.

There was a complication.

- There always is with you.

- What'd you mean by that?

- Well, you say you're not in this for the money,

and I believe that.

You say you are in it for justice.

I think there's something else involved.

I think you want this case to fail.

If the jury rejects our lawsuit,

then you'll be able to point with righteous indignation

at a system that doesn't work.

But, if we succeed, then what do you have?

What can you rage against?

So, you'll do anything

to find a complication.

- I will not be made a slave too

by the laws of this state, Beecher.

- Yeah, well, that's where you and I are different,

'cause I love the law.

Even though it didn't work in my favor

and I ended up in here,

I thank God every night for the laws we have.

'cause it keeps people like Adebisi

and Hernandez and ScHillinger away from my children.

You know what?

I'm gonna tell Zelman that, if he needs me to,

I'm gonna testify instead of you.

- Beecher! - Beecher's testimony

about physical abuse by guards at Oswald

before and after the riot stunned the jury.

- Beecher? How does Beecher know this?

- Beecher claims that even after

the SORT team had gained control,

prisoners were tortured.

This is Kevin Gurston reporting from the courthouse.

- You Mrs. Lazarus?

- Yes.

- I got word somebody was waiting to see me.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

- No. Yes.

I was one of the jurors at your trial.

- Oh.

You came to make sure I was being punished?

- No, I...

there is something that has been haunting me

ever since you were convicted.

- What? You think I'm innocent?

- Oh, I know you're guilty.

I know you killed that young man and cut off his head

and tried to ship it Airborne Express.

That is what makes this whole thing so hard.

I am a Christian. I know the difference

between what is God's will and what isn't.

I know that everyone is owed a fair trial

and that means being judged without prejudice.

- Lady, what are you jabbering about?

- At your trial, you were not judged

without prejudice.

- So, then Mrs. Lazarus says after the jury got sequestered,

one of the other jurors, a redneck motherfucker,

announced to everybody,

"This shouldn't take long.

This guy's a fag. All fags should be dead."

Then he proceeds to bully the rest of them,

accusing anyone who wanted to discuss my case

of being a fag.

Mrs. Lazarus says this juror got 'em all to vote guilty

based solely on the fact that I'm gay.

- Jesus.

- What are you gonna do? - I figure I got a shot

at getting the guilty verdict overturned.

Maybe get a new trial.

Maybe get the fuck outta here.

- Minister Said,

may we talk?

- What is it that you and I could possibly have

to talk about?

- Oh, you mean 'cause I'm queer

and you Muslims consider homosexuality an abomination?

- Yes.

There you have it.

- Would you say you're prejudiced against me?

- No.

I pray every day

for your kind to find their way to God.

- Seems to me that makes you all the more prejudiced.

I mean, I'm not going around asking Allah

to turn you into a faggot.

What is it that you want?

- Justice.

- Shirley Bellinger's execution has been set

for two weeks from Thursday.

Now execution brings us a lot of undue attention

from the media, from protesters.

Shirley is the first woman to be executed in this state

since 18-something or other,

so, we're gonna eat more shit than usual.

- Warden? - Yeah, Lopresti?

If you're gonna have TV cameras up in death row,

you might wanna think about having the place painted.

- Okay, all right, I'll put somebody on it.

Anything else?

- Shirley.

- Good morning, Officer Lopresti.

And who is this fine gentleman?

- Ralph Galino.

He's gonna paint your cell.

- How do you do?

- Well, the truth be told, I'm a little pissed off.

On the outside, I was a contractor.

Housing complex I built collapsed, killed two people,

but, it wasn't my fault.

I used to supervise painters.

I never painted.

Somehow the warden decided I was qualified.

- Enough yapping, Get to work.

Shirley, you can step out.

- Step out? - Yeah.

Warden decided you're free to roam around here

'til Galino's done.

- Tell Mr. Glynn I'm much obliged.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I'm so sorry. - No problem.

- How are you today, Nat?

- Just fine, honey lamb.

- What are you working on?

- New dress.

- Fucking girlie queer bait.

- Oh, that pierces me to the very bone.

Especially coming from a jizzball

who murdered his family.

- You murdered your family?

- Twice.

- Prisoner number 97m573,

Mark Miles.

Convicted July 10th, 1997,

three counts of murder in the first degree.

Sentence: death.

- You murdered two of your families?

My, my, that makes me feel like a downright amateur.

- 20 years ago, I shot my wife and my son.

I pleaded insanity, served 10 years

in the Conley Institute.

I was cured.

- Fucking psychopath.

- Well, that's the pot calling the kettle black, boy.

- Hey, don't fucking call me boy.

- Gentlemen, please, no ruckus.

At least wait 'til I'm dead.

- They set the date yet?

- Two weeks.

- That don't fuck with your head?

- No.

After all the bullshit, the trial, the appeals,

the miscarriage, I'm ready to go.

I am ready to meet my maker.

'Course whether he's ready for the likes of me

is another story.

- When you smile, you are a very attractive man.

- For a nigga?

- I admit I've had my prejudices,

but now that I am so close to the end,

I see that all of us is the same.

Same needs,

same desires.

- Yo, Lopresti! - Hey, hey, hey!

What's going on here?

- Just a little fraternization.

- That is not on the goddamn program.

- Done. - Good, get inside.

- Careful of the fumes, you might get high.

- I'm looking forward to it.

- Hey.

- Hey, Pete, I was just gonna come find you.

- Oh, yeah?

- I had dinner last night with Preston's parents.

It's been awhile since I'd seen them.

Anyway, I mentioned your interaction program.

- Really?

How'd they react?

- Patricia seemed more intrigued by the idea than Lars.

- Would you like me to call them?

- Nope. I convinced them to participate.

- You?

- I always had a really good relationship with them,

you know, even though Preston married outside of his religion,

outside his tribe.

It's funny, during dinner Patricia kept saying,

"it's not like we blame you, Gloria."

Which of course means that they do blame me

for Preston's death,

only they're too wasp to be confrontational.

And then I realized that I blame myself, too.

- Cyril, stop that, put that down.

- Sorry. - That's okay.

Cyril, you do understand that you may have to talk

to the mother and father and wife of the man you killed?

- Yes.

Dr. Nathan.

I like her.

- When you meet them,

do you know what you might want to say?

- Um...

that--that I wanna be their friend.

- Uh, Ryan, how about you?

What do you want to say? - Hey, we're not here for me.

We're here to cure him of those nightmares.

- No, no, no. We're here to help you, too.

I think you might want to talk about

getting diagnosed for breast cancer,

about how frightening that was,

how kind Gloria was,

and how you developed feelings for her,

and how that led to you

having Cyril murder Preston.

- I still love her, I do.

And that ain't never gonna go away.

Oh, fuck!

- I don't understand why it's still bleeding.

- Maybe Dr. Nathan should take a look at it.

What do you say?

- Well, Dr. Nathan's gone for a few hours.

- What?

- I think I'll see if I can find Dr. Stopnik.

- Oh, fuck.

- Sister Peter Marie,

I'd like you to meet Lars and Patricia Nathan.

- Hello. Welcome.

- Thank you.

- Weren't you at Preston's funeral?

- Yes, we spoke very briefly.

I wasn't sure if you'd remember.

- I remember everything about that day.

- Why don't we all sit down?

- When Gloria asked us about coming here,

I have to admit I was skeptical.

I'm not sure what good it'll do

bringing up all those feelings again.

- The bottom line, Lars,

is that by facing the men responsible

for your son's death,

you have the opportunity to express things

you might not otherwise get to say.

- That's what I told him.

- Right, so, from now until then,

we'll have a series of conversations to help

prepare you for meeting the O'Reilly brothers.

Now, at times the process might seem slow,

frustrating, even counterproductive.

- We can drop out at any time.

- Yes, but, ultimately,

the experience can be very satisfying.

- Let's get started.

- What's the single most important thing

you want to ask Cyril and Ryan?

- Why did you murder my baby?

- Hey.

- Ryan? - Yo.

- Why do you use the pay phone?

- To call out, Cyril, that's why.

- Why not use your cell thing?

- You mean a cell phone?

Because they're illegal in Oz.

They're against the rules.

- Hmm.

Then why does the man who talks funny have one?

- What man who talks funny?

Everyone in this shit hole talks funny, Cyril.

- Him.

- Stanislofsky's got a cell phone?

- I saw him talking on it.

- Really?

Fuck.

- You wait here, okay? I'll be right back.

Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai...

How's it hanging there, buddy?

- O'Reilly, always a pleasure to see you.

- Yeah, right.

You know, a little birdy told me a secret about you

and I just came by to see if it was true or not.

You got a cell phone?

- No.

- Hmm.

Well, I guess that's what I get

for listening to little birdies, huh?

Because if you did have a cell phone,

you'd let me borrow it. You'd share, right?

- Share? - Yeah.

- Mmm, rent maybe,

if I had one, which I don't.

- I know. You told me and I believe you,

because that's just the kind of trust that we have.

- Yes.

Absolutely.

- Well, I'm sorry to disturb you.

- Not a problem.

- Bye, Nikolai.

There you go, Niko, eat hearty.

Yo, Pancamo,

my brother's sick, I gotta get him back to Em City.

- We're in the middle of fucking lunch.

- Look, I don't get him back to Em City now,

he's gonna blow chunks into that salad bowl right there.

- Okay, okay, go, get him out of here.

- Cyril, you all right? Come on.

You feeling alright? Come on, let's go.

You all right?

- But I feel good, Ryan.

- Oh, shut up.

Stand here and tell me if you see Stanislofsky

coming, okay?

Fuck.

Where's the fucking phone?

- Couldn't find it, could you?

- Find what?

- The cell phone.

- Cell phone?

I thought you said you had no cell phone.

- I don't.

- Well, then how could I look for something

that doesn't exist?

- Exactly.

What's up, jizz? - Fuck you.

- Hey, Ralph. - What do you want?

- Jesus, can't a guy just be friendly?

- I been here for days and you ain't been friendly.

- Well, that's why I'm here, to make up for my lack of manners.

You mind if I sit?

Jesus, this mattress sucks.

Hard adjusting to life in Oz, isn't it?

Especially with that jizz-bag roommate of yours.

- Hoyt. Hoyt is a pig. I don't even know why

they moved me in here after that French guy died.

- You know what the hardest part is?

It's getting used to life

without all the trimmings, you know?

I'm talking about sex, a good cigar.

- Oh. - Yeah, a fine bottle

of vino, a cell phone.

- I didn't know that cell phones weren't allowed.

Stanislofsky set me straight.

- Yeah?

Ralph, you grow up in America?

- Yeah.

- Growing up, who was the one enemy we had?

The one country that we never trusted?

- Russia. - Yeah.

And Stanislofsky, he's...

- Russian. - Right.

He was telling you the truth about not being allowed cells,

but, instead of turning yours in,

he kept yours for himself.

- Fucking cocksucker.

- Yeah, if I were you, I'd go take back what was mine.

- Hey, you fucker, I want my cell phone back.

- Lower your voice.

Fuck you, I want it.

- You think I carry the thing around with me?

I have to get it from the hiding place.

Will take time.

- Okay.

But I want that cell phone in my hands by lights out.

- Mr. Pancamo, a question.

Ralph Galino, is he a friend of yours?

- We don't associate.

- So if he were ill

or hurt in an accident?

- I don't care if that motherfucker lives or dies.

- Excuse me.

- Where the fuck you going? And don't tell me Cyril's sick.

- No, but, I gotta-- - No, the only thing

you gotta do is go back to fucking work

or I'll have you and your brother transferred up

to making ladies' dresses, okay?

- No, but, I gotta-- - No, no, okay?

Get to fucking work.

- You got yourself a deal.

- Motherfucker!

Fuck!

- You looking for Galino?

He went for a walk with Hoyt.

- Looks to me like an O.D.

- Let's get him to the morgue.

- Yeah.

- You played this one well.

You covered all the bases, kept your hands clean.

No one knows about the cell phone,

so no one suspects you.

It's nice.

I think I underestimated you, Nikolai,

and I don't usually do that.

Listen, we could drag this thing out,

go to war, but, you know, eventually I'd win.

So I say let's just work together,

like Russia and the U.S., what was that called again?

- Detente.

- Detente, exactly.

What do you say?

- Miguel.

Miguel?

What happened?

- You're in the hospital ward.

Do you remember what happened?

You were both stabbed by William Giles.

Bevilaqua's dead.

- You know, I promised myself I'd never get stuck again,

and that little freak Giles gets me.

What's with these?

- Standard procedure for anyone from Solitary.

- Chico, chico, chico.

Man, you fucking disappoint me.

- Why, El Cid?

- I asked you to kill Miguel Alvarez.

Is he dead?

- No.

- I don't like that word, no.

- Carlos Martinez is in the bed next to Alvarez,

but he's having trouble getting a weapon, man.

- I don't give a fuck if his mother's in bed next to him,

get the fucking job done or I find me another lieutenant.

Get the fuck out of my face, now.

- You having fun?

- Hey.

How you doing there, Alvarez?

I heard what happened.

- How's Emerald City doing?

- Scary.

I'm in constant fear.

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- Dig.

- What?

- Dig.

- You're digging another tunnel?

- Shh.

I'm almost done.

- You're a crazy fuck.

- You say that tomorrow,

you'll be saying it to my backside.

- Prisoner number 98M232, Carlos Martinez,

convicted October 6, 1998,

two counts murder in the first degree.

Sentence: life without the possibility of parole.

- Whoa! Fuck!

Help! Help!

- Put it down, Martinez!

There's no way out, so put the shank down now!

- Fuck you, bitch!

- Down, motherfucker.

- Shit, shit.

- Count.

- 88K214.

95H522.

96G415.

98T304.

65R814.

98B242.

98B242!

- Where is he, Rebadow?

- I don't know.

- Don't bullshit me.

You guys are joined at the brain.

Where's Busmalis?

- I really have no idea.

- Check the log. Where was he last?

- On work detail mopping the hospital.

- I'll go check.

Oh, great. Just great!

Central, this is 214.

We got a 69, hospital unit.

- Roger, copy that. Over.

- Ultimately I guess it don't matter

what they write in your obituary

'cause you ain't gonna be around to read it.

Newsprint fades, paper turns to pulp.

The mark you leave behind has to be deeper.

The mark you leave behind has to be on another person's soul.