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- Every person on the planet was raised to believe

some version of the truth,

about God, about morality,

mortality, about the purpose of life.

We usually call those beliefs "religion."

And if, over the course of living,

those beliefs break down,

if they prove themselves not to be true,

we search for a new religion to follow,

and we convert.

Now, that conversion can be traumatic,

not only for ourselves, our souls,

but for those around us.

- Can I have your attention?

Everybody's attention, please!

In my ongoing effort to improve the quality of your lives,

I'm instituting a couple of new programs.

Starting today, once a week,

we're gonna show you an instructional video

for one half-hour of TV time.

Yes, yes, and attendance is mandatory.

- Bullshit! - Hey, hey!

I want to hear silence!

- Over there is another idea of mine.

Now, when you violate the rules,

instead of sending you to the Hole,

we're gonna stick you inside that cage

in full view of your adoring public.

Any questions?

- Mr. McManus, sir?

How big is your penis?

- Keller, you get the honor

of being the first slug inside the cage.

- Keller, way to go!

- You faggot.

- Hey, Keller, heads up, man.

- All right. Everybody else find a seat.

Here's the first video.

Let 'er rip.

- Life's like a house.

Sure, you can paint it and decorate it alone,

but then only you'll appreciate it.

Others won't.

And don't you want them to?

That's what community is for.

- Hey, you out of here? - Mm-hmm.

- Hey, yo, you tell everybody in Emerald City

that Supreme Allah is not done, you hear me?

Tell them Supreme Allah is coming back.

And he coming back strong. - Quiet down, Ketchum.

- Word is bond. Let 'em know.

- Let's go. Let's go.

- I got you out of Solitary

because you said you want to change.

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I'm giving you that chance, Omar,

and I'm gonna do whatever I can to help.

But I need you off the drugs.

- Mm-hmm.

- You screw up again,

I'm gonna send you right back to Solitary.

Do you understand?

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.

- Shit, he called me a drug abuser, man.

I ain't no drug abuser, Jack.

I mean, truth be told, son,

I treat my drugs better than most.

Now he wants me to go to rehab.

- Rehab is cool, man.

You get to talk about yourself a lot.

- Well, I'm doing, what, 17 to life?

By the time I get out this motherfucker,

ain't gonna be shit to recover.

You know what I'm saying, son?

- Miguel Alvarez, a fugitive

from the Oswald State Correctional Facility

for the past six months, has been captured.

Customs agents near Nogales, Arizona,

found Alvarez late last night

as he tried to cross the border into Mexico.

In other news... - Alvarez is coming back.

- So?

- The motherfucker tried to kill me.

- Yeah, only because you tried to kill him.

Or did I get the story wrong?

You let it go, chico.

- How you doing, Glynn?

You miss me?

- No.

- You know, I almost made it.

I almost made it into Mexico.

- We would have found you there.

- I don't think so.

You know, I would have made my way to Guatemala, Nicaragua,

Colombia...

walk the Andes through Chile

to light this little spark called Tierra del Fuego.

You know about Tierra del Fuego?

- It's the end of the earth. - That's right.

You would have gone that far to capture me?

The end of the earth?

- Probably not.

- Next time.

- Take him to Solitary.

- What's up, man?

- Keep moving.

- Who's that?

- What's it matter?

- I just like to know the quality of criminal

I'm neighboring with.

- He's a wank job.

Just like you.

Shit.

- Can you put something in Alvarez's food?

- Like what? - I don't know.

Rat poison or something-- look, the point is,

you kill him, Omar, I'll see that you get

all the fucking tits you need.

Huh?

What do you say?

- No. - No?

Why no?

- I just don't like you.

- You don't like me?

- I can't put my finger on it, it's like...

I don't know if it's the way you look,

the way you smell, your breath, the way you talk--

I don't know, but you know,

there's just something about you

just rubs me the wrong way.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, fuck you, nigger.

- Do not resist!

- We got a 66. We got a code 66.

- You back? - Uh-huh.

- Fuck, nigga, that gotta be

some kind of record or something.

- You Alvarez?

- Yeah.

- You owe me, dawg.

- Inside.

- Claire? - Yeah?

- Hey, how much do you love me?

- Oh, plenty.

- Enough to do anything I ask?

- Yeah. - Attagirl.

- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You fucked Howell?

- Mm-hmm.

- You don't just drop a nugget like that

without a few details, O'Reily.

- We had sex maybe five times in the ladies' toilet

off the interview room.

And she got weird.

- What do you mean, "weird"?

Weird, like, "possessive weird"?

- Yeah.

So when McManus came back and took over Em City

and shipped her off to Unit J,

I was, to say the least, relieved.

I haven't seen much of her since.

- My esteem for you has risen 69%,

but tell me, as one manipulative turd to another,

now, did you fuck Howell for the sex

or to get her to do some other kind of nasty?

- Just the sex.

Check.

- Fuck.

- Don't you be winking at me!

- What? - Claire!

- The fucking bastard's winking at me!

Take him to the Hole!

- That's bullshit!

- Take him to the Hole.

- Mineo. - Joe.

- All right, all right.

But you're filling out the paperwork.

- Mineo.

What?

You fucking dyke!

- Ryan.

Have you missed me?

- Oh, Christ.

- Dr. Nathan, welcome back.

- Thanks, it's good to be back.

- Oh, no.

I wanted to put these on your desk before you arrived.

- Oh, Pete.

Hi.

- Wow, you look great.

- Thanks, I feel great.

You know, renewed,

ready to jump back into the job with both feet.

- Listen, I've got six seconds before group,

so let's meet later and review the current cases.

Okay?

Bienvenida.

- Gracias.

- Dr. Nathan, we need you.

- This guy took a shank to the face.

The other guy wasn't as lucky.

- Cyril O'Reily.

- Yeah, I heard what he did to that news guy, Jack Eldridge,

nearly beating him to death.

- Cyril's condition is only getting worse.

We can't find the right balance of medication.

- Hmm, I'd like to examine him.

Can you arrange that, Tim?

- Sure. - So, who's next?

- I think that's it.

- Okay, I'm off to group.

- Hey, Pete, see you. - Bye.

What are you doing?

Want to have some dinner?

- Nah.

- Well, I really only mean dinner.

- I know.

Rain check, okay?

See ya.

- See ya.

- Okay, good. Put your shirt on.

- Dr. Nathan, where you been?

- I took a few months off, a little vacation.

- After you got raped?

- Uh, yeah.

- I wish I could have.

- Could have what?

- Taken a vacation after I got raped.

It was okay, though.

I had Ryan to help me.

- Yeah, he's a very helpful guy.

- I wish I could help him.

He's sick.

When he was in the Hole, he got a cold.

- You can take him back.

- For Chrissake, O'Reily, quit coughing on the food.

You're gonna get the whole fucking prison sick.

- Relax, man, I'm not contagious anymore.

- Yeah.

Hey, on second thought...

I'm not feeling so hot after all.

I gotta go to the infirmary.

- Deep breath.

Again.

Yeah, you do sound congested.

Give him a hit of albuterol. Let's keep him overnight.

- Follow me.

- Welcome back. - Huh?

- Welcome back.

- Oh, thanks, Claire.

- I just wanted you to know

I'm taking good care of Ryan O'Reily for you.

- What do you mean?

- You know, giving him a helping hand.

- Get back in bed.

- No, that's okay, Benny.

I want to talk to him.

But stay nearby.

Are you feeling better?

- Uh-huh.

- Did you send me this?

- Yes.

- You killed him, didn't you?

Keenan?

- Yes.

- You admit to murdering him, even though you know

I could tell the warden that you confessed,

and you'd probably end up on death row?

- Keenan raped you.

He didn't deserve to breathe.

If I have to die because of that...

okay.

Kill me.

- Go to bed.

- I love you.

- Benny, Carl, we're finished.

I have hated Ryan O'Reily for so long.

So deeply.

He's responsible for the death of my husband,

but he did it out of love for me.

And Keenan too. All for me.

He loves me more than Preston ever did.

Ryan's love is enormous.

Overwhelming. Unconditional.

Undying.

Am I crazy to push him away, or...

- Gloria, listen to yourself.

His love is anything but unconditional...

and often anything but love.

Now, look.

The feelings he has for you are dangerous.

He is dangerous.

And for you to encourage him,

given that you don't share those feelings--

- But I do.

I do share his feelings.

God help me.

I love Ryan O'Reily.

- When Christopher Columbus landed in the new world,

a Catholic priest was right alongside him.

From then on, priests kept coming over to this continent

trying to convert the Indians,

trying to get them to kiss the crucifix,

to stop smoking peyote, to cover up their nakedness.

The Indians responded with great enthusiasm.

They maimed, tortured, and burned the priests

and then offered the bodies up to their own gods.

- What's this?

- James Devlin is about to get inaugurated

for his second term as governor.

- Hey. Change the station.

- It won't do no good.

The scum fuck's on every channel.

- Yeah, we need to petition the warden

to get us some cable up in here.

- Augustus, he's got wheels like you.

- Will you look at that?

- I do solemnly swear

to execute the office of governor

to the best of my abilities

and to preserve, protect, and defend

the constitution of this state,

with equality and justice for all,

so help me God.

- Wishing you were up there?

- Neil Bourne will make a great lieutenant governor.

- That's not what I asked.

Do you regret dropping out of the race?

- Nope. - Good.

- Warden, Barry Levine on line two.

- Who's Barry Levine?

- I don't know. He says he knows you.

- Barry Levine?

- He wants to talk to you about the warden's conference?

- Oh, you mean Barney Levin?

- Oh, maybe that's what he said.

- Look, tell him I'll call him back later.

And use the goddamn intercom.

- Yes, sir.

- Man, Busmalis is driving me crazy.

He's the worst assistant I ever had.

He gets numbers wrong.

He screws up appointments.

I'm hosting the regional conference

of the Wardens Association next week,

and he has managed to mangle every detail.

- So get another prisoner to assist you.

- Who?

How many drug dealers can use Excel?

- Hire someone from outside.

- Every time I do, they end up quitting.

They get jumpy working here.

I need to find somebody who's smart,

funny, diplomatic...

and fearless.

- I may have the perfect person.

A woman I met...

doing volunteer work at a homeless shelter.

Her name is Floria Mills.

- I'm not late, am I?

- No, you're right on time.

- Oh, my car broke down on the expressway.

I don't know why they call that road "expressway,"

'cause the traffic moves like snails.

Then I managed to hitch a ride with a trucker,

only we got to talking, so we missed the exit ramp,

and then he didn't want to come all the way up here.

Turns out he served four years for armed robbery,

so I had to walk,

which is why I must look like yesterday's gumbo.

Here's my resume.

- You always have this much energy?

- Actually, you caught me on one of my slow days.

- Congratulations, Floria.

- For what? - You just got the job.

- I did? - Yes.

Yeah, I understand

the warden's former assistant said

we needed food for 20,

but he made a miscalculation,

which I hope you'll help me correct.

Now, Carl, nothing's impossible.

The governor is gonna be at the conference,

and you know if he likes your catering,

you'll be working state functions for years.

Oh, thank you, Carl.

You're a sweetie.

- Yeah?

- Well, if it's okay, I'm going home.

- Sure.

Good first day.

- Oh, thanks, I had fun.

- Fun?

"Fun" is not a word I'd associate with Oz.

- Oh, Warden, have you ever thought about redecorating?

- Not really.

- Well, with your permission,

I'd like to make a few changes,

brighten things up, get new furniture.

- Okay.

- Unless, of course,

you think your wife would mind.

I mean, I don't know the woman,

but I know that there are some wives

who take their husband's offices

very personally,

if you know what I mean.

- Mary won't mind, Floria.

At this point, she doesn't seem to care much about what I do.

The fact is...

this morning, my wife and I decided to separate.

- Oh, Warden, I am so sorry.

- She asked me to move out.

- Do you have somewhere to go?

- No, I hadn't thought about it.

- Well, I'll call you a hotel.

There's a Hyatt right over on Bartlett and Third.

- Don't bother.

I'm gonna sleep on this couch tonight.

- Do you think that's wise?

- You know, this may sound odd, but...

sometimes, the walls around Oz make me feel safe.

I don't know why I'm telling you all this.

I haven't told anybody else.

- Good night, warden.

- Call me Leo.

- You go easy on that stuff, Leo.

- The warden fired me.

No thank you. No pat on the back.

Just, "Clear out your desk."

- Well, maybe it's all for the best.

- Best?

I'm back mopping floors,

scooping up poop and piss and vomit.

- Do you think I love what I do?

Answering Miss Sally's email?

Forging her autograph on photos?

I don't think it matters what we do,

as long as we do our best.

- Oh, Norma, you have the best perspective on the world.

These past few months, you coming to visit,

they've meant everything to me.

- I'm glad, Agamemnon.

I want you to be happy.

- When I'm with you, I'm delirious.

I love you, Norma.

Will you marry me?

- Yes!

- Oh, boy!

- I want you to be my best man.

- Have you thought this through?

Marriage is a big step, a big commitment.

What kind of life can you two have together,

you in here, her out there?

- I won't be in Oz for long.

While you were in the hospital,

I started digging another tunnel.

You and me, old friend.

We'll dance the hasapiko at my wedding.

- Saul was a soldier riding his horse to Damascus

when, all of a sudden, he saw a huge cross in the sky.

Instantly, he changed the first letter of his name to "P",

becoming Paul.

Why?

I don't know.

Most of us ain't that lucky, seeing a cross in the sky.

For most of us, signs from God aren't quite that clear.

- "Put not God with other gods,

"for thou wilt sit despised and forsaken.

"Thy Lord has decreed that ye shall not serve other than him.

And kind"...

What do you want?

- I need to talk to Minister Said.

- Continue.

- "And kindness towards parents, whether one or both of them."

- Minister, please.

I want to become a Muslim.

- Tidd. Go away.

- I know in the past that I've been fierce,

hanging with Adebisi and stuff.

But when I saw him bleeding

and you with that shank in your hand,

I knew I had to change.

I want to join you.

- Get up. - Save me, Minister Said.

- I said get up! - Hey, hey!

What's going on?

- This man is harassing me.

- You causing trouble, Leroy? - No.

- Then get your ass gone.

- You know I never liked Leroy Tidd--

the man's done nothing but flex since he came into Oz--

but if his conversion is real, then--

- It's not.

- How do you know for sure?

- Now, you, of all people,

you're gonna question my ability to judge others?

You?

- No.

Things are as you say they are.

- Good.

And I don't want no more talk about Leroy Tidd.

- I am a fiend.

I'm also a liar, a thief, a--

I just want to turn my life backwards,

you know what I mean?

But, 'cause I've been hard, no one fucking believes me.

- We believe you, Leroy.

Don't we?

- Oh, yeah.

- I believe him.

- This guy, Leroy Tidd, I think he is genuinely sorry.

I think he genuinely wants to change.

- And you came to this conclusion how?

- He was in rehab today.

- Many in Oz have used rehab,

have used Islam for their own agenda.

Tidd is one of them.

- You've embraced a lot of men far worse than him.

Jefferson Keane. Poet. Adebisi.

- No!

Not Adebisi!

- I see.

- Oh, you see? You see what?

- Tidd hung with Adebisi,

and you feel guilty about having killed him.

- No. I do not feel guilt!

I did the right thing.

I did what had to be done.

- Jesus Christ.

That's what I said about Andrew Schillinger

and Hank Schillinger.

Taking a life is acceptable

as long as it's excusable, right?

- Beecher.

Get away from me.

- So, he says, "Don't eat me, eat the nigger."

What's the matter?

You don't think that's funny?

- No.

But you...

You're a joke.

- Whoa!

- Knife! Knife! Knife!

- Ah!

You motherfucking nigger!

Fucker!

- Yo, Schillinger, I want to talk to you.

- Somebody tell him that I don't talk to--

what is the politically correct term--

jungle bunnies.

- Oh, you gonna want to talk to me.

I saw the dustup between your pals and the Muslims.

And I know Said's to blame

for your boy Robson spending a few days down the Hole.

Now, what I'm offering is to take care of Said.

For the right amount of cash, of course.

- Will somebody tell him we can take care of Said ourselves?

We don't need to subcontract.

- Will somebody tell him I'm gonna get close to Said,

close enough to cut his throat.

- Here. Drink that.

So, the doctor says everything's okay?

- Yeah.

We did a sonogram.

You want to see?

- Yeah.

God.

- Mr. Schillinger.

I'm worried.

It's been five months.

We still haven't heard a word from Hank.

- It's like I told you, Carrie,

he just loves to disappear for long periods of time.

Got the soul of a wanderer.

Just like his mother.

He's gonna be here when that baby's born.

In the meantime,

I'll get you whatever you need.

- You positive Hank'll come back?

- I believe it with all my heart,

and that's what you gotta do.

Okay? You gotta believe.

- Prisoner #00C966.

Jeremiah Cloutier.

Convicted December 27th, 2000.

Embezzlement and petty larceny.

Sentence: nine years.

Up for parole in five.

- He's one of them TV evangelists.

- One of them?

Until the scandal, he was bigger than Falwell.

- He cured my sister of leprosy.

- You liar.

- Pneumonia?

- Gentlemen.

Mr. Schillinger?

- Yeah?

- I bring you greetings from Calvin Anderson.

- Oh, you know Cal? - Oh, indeed, I do.

When you have some time, I'd like to talk to you.

- About what?

- Life-- in general, here in Oz.

- Well, my schedule's pretty clear.

How about right now?

- "Jack came down out of the beanstalk

"as fast as he could,

"and he ran and he ran

"till he got to his mother's house.

"Once there, he gave her the golden harp

"and all the other treasure

"he brought back from the giant's castle.

And they lived happily ever after."

- Do you believe in Jesus Christ?

- Yeah, of course.

- Good.

I want to ask you another question, Vern.

I'd like you to answer me honestly.

Are you happy?

- Sure.

- Honestly.

All your life,

you thought that your way was the right way,

the best way, the only way.

And yet, as a result, your wife is dead,

one son dead, the other missing.

And you are stuck in this miserable hellhole.

How could any man be happy?

Let the joy of Jesus Christ fill your heart.

Let him who suffered take away your suffering.

Open up to the Lord.

- Get your fucking hand off me.

- How's law school, Angus?

- I'm in a constant state of chasing my own ass.

- I remember that feeling.

- No, I mean, not only do I have to become the perfect lawyer,

I mean, I have to be an ideal husband and father.

- Because I fucked it all up.

- Jesus, that's not what I meant.

- That's the way Mother and Dad feel,

especially since the kidnapping,

especially since I told them

I was fucking another man.

- Toby, they're old-fashioned.

I mean, none of this makes any sense to them.

- What, do you think it makes sense to me?

- Well, let's play the game,

and the category is "literature,"

and William Shakespeare once referred to this act

as "the beast with two backs."

John.

- I'm not real confident when it comes to Shakespeare,

so I think I need a hint.

- Robert.

- Shakespeare. Shakespeare.

Isn't that the guy that made it with Gwyneth Paltrow?

- "The beast with two backs."

- Sex.

- Oh, sex.

Sexual intercourse.

- Hey, Beecher.

That your little brother I saw you with

in the visiting room?

He's cute. He fool around?

- The last time I made it,

my girlfriend fell asleep in the middle.

- Evil-Merodach, King of Babylon,

in the year that he became king,

released Jehoiachin from prison.

And he spoke kindly to him.

And Jehoiachin took off his prison clothes,

and he took his meals with the king

all the days of his life.

- This is bullshit.

- Who said that?

Well, come on, loudmouth.

Have the courage to face me.

- I said it, and it's true.

- Step forward.

What is your name, my friend?

- Jim Burns.

- And why are you in Oz, Jim Burns?

- They say I murdered my brother,

but I'm innocent.

- You see before you a sinner.

You see before you a man possessed by demons,

the demons of fear and guilt and hate.

I say, demons, be gone.

I cast thee out in the name of Jesus Christ the savior.

Demons, be gone.

Leave this man!

Sink back into the eternal fires of damnation!

In the name of God, I command it!

In the name of God, be gone!

Now, you rise.

Rise up, Jim Burns.

You rise and praise the Lord.

Praise him.

Praise the Lord.

- Praise the Lord!

- "By mercy and truth, inequity is purged.

and by the fear of the Lord, men depart."

- May I?

- Please.

- I do want to be happy.

- Come on, what's the scam?

- There is no scam.

- You serious about going through with this?

- It's been months since Beecher's kid died.

I kept thinking he was planning something,

some kind of way to retaliate.

He hasn't done anything.

- Yeah, but you and this prag sitting together

in one of Sister Pete's interaction sessions?

That's crazy.

- Why?

I'm just sick of all this horseshit.

I want to concentrate on the birth

of my first grandchild.

You know, I just want a little taste of happiness.

- Vern, you're starting to scare me.

- Tobias, I believe that Schillinger is genuine

in wanting to put this ugliness between you to rest.

- I tried to do that by finding his son Hank.

What'd I get in return? My son's dead.

My daughter's traumatized.

- Yeah, but this time, for the first time,

the need for reconciliation is coming from Schillinger.

- So what?

This could just be another one of his plans,

some sort of revenge.

- Well, you'll never know if we don't try.

- Prisoner #01B784.

Ronald Barlog.

Convicted January 12th, 2001.

Car theft.

Sentence: 13 years.

Up for parole in six.

- This is your sponsor, Tobias Beecher.

He's gonna help you acclimate to your new life.

Beecher, this is Ronald Barlog.

- Ronnie.

- Hey.

- All right. Let's go, Ronnie.

- Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit! Keller, man.

- Where'd you get this motherfucker?

Hey, man, how are you doing? - How you doing?

- Real good. Real good.

Last time I left you, at Tommy F's--

- Come on. - You're screaming for Leila.

"I gotta meet Leila at the pier."

I'll tell you what, man, why don't you

get yourself settled, then we'll catch up?

- All right, cool, cool. You winning?

- No, I'm getting my ass kicked.

- He's cute.

Does he like to fool around?

- So, I guess I'm on the bottom?

- Unless you want to be on top.

- No, no.

I'm good with the bottom.

- You knew Keller on the outside?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we were-- we were partners for awhile.

- You two ever fuck?

- What?

- If you need anything, you ask, okay?

- Okay.

- Prisoner #01R289.

Burr Redding. Convicted January 11th, 2001.

Murder in the first degree.

Seven counts of attempted murder.

Sentence: life without the possibility of parole.

- Ever since Adebisi died,

the Homeboys have been in complete disarray.

Redding is just the guy to galvanize them.

- And you would like me to--

- I would like us both to gain his confidence,

make him a partner instead of a foe.

- I'll do what I can.

- Mr. Redding.

I'm Tim McManus.

This is Kareem Said.

- As-salaam alaikum.

- You the cat that wasted Simon Adebisi.

- Yes, I am. - Outstanding.

I heard he was one mean motherfucker,

which makes you even worse.

I guess I'm gonna have to watch my step.

- I killed Adebisi in self-defense.

The court exonerated me.

- No doubt.

But motives are less important than outcome.

He's dead, and you're not.

- May I go now?

- No.

Burr, I think it's important that you grasp

how things work around here.

- I grew up in the ghetto.

Pops died when I was 10.

I had to quit school,

support my family by doing some of everything,

from shining shoes to shooting crap.

I went to Vietnam, where they taught me

how to kill small children and women.

I've been in all kinds of penitentiaries,

from Arizona to Alabama and back.

And I say all this not out of pride or shame.

I just want to make sure that you grasp

that I already grasped how things work around here.

May I go?

- Yes.

- Yo!

- Augustus.

- Oh, man, I'm glad you're here, Burr.

- Hmm.

- You know, man, I ain't glad you're here.

I got it.

Yo, how's Delilah?

- Delilah died, man.

Ovaries went sour on her.

- Oh, man, I'm sorry to hear that.

- So, lay this situation out for me.

Who's the players around here?

Which one of these brothers needs some talkin' to?

- Okay.

First off, there's that dude.

Poet.

- They say since Adebisi died,

you've been running the Homeboys.

- That's right, man. That's right.

- They also say you been doing a shit job.

- Look, old man, let me tell you something--

- You think "old man" bothers me?

Boy, I done had a whole lot of men

tougher than you that called me worse

didn't make it to old.

My age is my honor and my strength.

- Shit, you think you can just come up here and take control?

- Some people are born leaders. Others are not.

A wise man knows his own limitations.

You think on that.

- Now, we got a nice operation going.

- And we don't need you fucking things up.

- Chucky.

Relax.

Now, we'd value your friendship.

We'd even be willing to cut you a slice.

- Extremely generous.

I'll get back to you.

- Back to us?

- You take the deal now, or there is no fucking deal.

- Pancamo. Morales.

I told you dinks before, this classroom is for classes,

not your board of directors meetings.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go, move it!

What are you waiting for,

an engraved invitation there, Redding?

Come on!

- Red, man, you know them motherfuckers

is plotting against you, right?

- Good, that's what I want them to do.

- You want them to kill you?

- I want them to try.

- Last night, a Chinese freighter ran aground

off the Jeb Island Sound.

When the U.S. Coast Guard went to evacuate the crew,

they discovered 36 illegal aliens

stowed on board.

Until the state department can determine

the legal status of the refugees,

the 18 men, 12 women, and six children will be housed

in various state buildings,

including the Oswald Correctional Facility.

- Leo, this is insane.

The state's got 40 other prisons.

Put these men somewhere else.

- I got a call from the secretary of state.

The secretary of state asked for help.

I'm not inclined to argue.

- What, are you looking for an appointment

in the new administration?

- Don't be snarky.

- My question is,

where are we gonna house them?

We're on the brink of overcrowding as it is.

- Well, since this is a temporary situation,

I thought we might set up some cots

in the common room of Emerald City.

- No way.

I have only just reestablished some order in there.

You're not gonna upset the apple cart.

- This isn't a matter for discussion.

We have an emergency,

and everyone, including you, will bend.

- You mean bend over.

- Tim...

I know from a practical side that this is a pain,

but we cannot lose sight of the humanitarian issue.

These men and their families fled repression in China,

paying a sizable amount of money to book passage on this boat.

And from what I read in the papers,

the conditions were worse than slave ships.

They sailed for months.

They crashed. They got arrested.

They're separated from their wives

and their children.

So if we must have them,

let's at least embrace them.

- Warden, this is Gou Liu Xio from the state department.

- Ms. Gou, pleasure. - Thank you.

We have the men in a bus outside.

- Okay, well, let's get them to receiving and discharge.

- Hi, Tim McManus.

They'll be staying in my unit,

so anything I can do to make them more comfortable,

you just let me know.

- Excellent. Come with me.

- I'm not gonna lie to you and say that life will be easy.

- The prisoners in Oz are amongst

the most violent criminals in the country.

- But we have added extra correctional officers

to the unit,

and they've all been instructed to watch over you.

- Do any of them speak English?

- I...

- I do.

- Good, then I'm gonna be relying on you

to help keep communication going.

- I'm at your service.

- Thank you.

All right, you all need to follow Officer Armstrong.

- This is America, Gongjin.

Speak English.

- Never volunteer.

- We are in danger of being sent back to China.

I will do everything I can

to prove that I belong here.

- These people are our guests,

and I expect you to treat them as such.

If any harm comes to them,

the repercussions will be severe.

Now, they're gonna be arriving shortly,

all right, and until they get familiar

with their new surroundings,

we're gonna put the rest of you in lockdown.

- Come on, what?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, my heart's breaking.

Lockdown, let's go.

Move it!

- So, are you staying in town tonight?

- Yes.

- Doing anything for dinner?

- Are you asking me out on a date?

- Oh, no, no, but we've both gotta eat.

There's a little diner I know, very informal,

where we could grab a quick bite.

It's nothing fancy.

- Your grandfather is right.

These are bad men.

- You got a problem with the cuisine there, Hop Sing?

- No, no. - Then move along.

You're holding up my regular customers.

- I wonder how Wanhua and Jiayu are doing.

- My Suying is tough.

She look after Wanhua.

- But my son--

they put all the children in the orphanage.

He's never been apart from us before.

- Hey, guys, this is my table.

- You say what?

- This is my table.

Get your chink asses up, and move.

Chop, chop.

- Oh, hey! No, no. Stop.

We're sorry.

- Chucky!

That's no way to treat these poor fellas.

You their leader?

- Uh, no.

- Well, they listen to you.

- Yes.

- That makes you their leader.

You come and see me.

We'll talk, all right?

Okay.

- Do not go.

- How can I not go?

He's a powerful man.

We may need his help.

- I wish we had never got on that boat.

I wish we were in Chengdu right now.

- Stop it.

You watch our crop burn in the hot sun.

You watch your daughter die.

I cannot do that.

- If they send us back-- - I will not go!

I would rather die here in America.

Zhuxi.

- Zhuxi? What does that mean?

- "Chairman," like Mao.

- I love that.

Zhuxi Morales.

- In fact, it would be "Morales Zhuxi."

The family name is always first.

- See, now, that's what's fucked up

about your side of the world.

The names. The way you read.

The funny alphabet.

I mean, you people do everything backwards.

- Or you people do.

- Right.

Mr. Bian, the reason I asked to see you

is because I want to warn you.

See that man over there?

- Yes.

- Burr Redding is your enemy.

He hates you and all your friends.

- Why?

We have done nothing to him.

- Well, he served in Vietnam.

- We are Chinese.

- He don't know the difference.

All he sees is your yellow skin,

and he has vowed to kill each and every one of you.

- I will go to him.

I will reason with him.

- Does he look like a reasonable man?

You must kill him.

Not you necessarily, but one of your men.

- We are simple folk.

Farmer. Factory worker.

We left China to escape the killers,

not to become one.

- Then from now on, I will call you "hombre muerto."

- What is that?

- "Dead man."

- One of the Chinese came to me

telling me that you threatened him.

- What are you talking about?

I haven't said two words to any of them.

- Well, I've got a lot more reason

to believe him than you,

so I'm gonna tell you something.

Anything happens, anything at all,

I'm gonna hold you personally responsible.

- That's bullshit.

- Regardless, that's the way it is.

You steer clear, you understand?

- That's wonderful.

Have you heard from Jiayu?

Tell him that-- that I love him.

And... Wanhua...

I love you too.

Okay.

- How does she sound? - She miss me.

She say Suying is bossing everyone around.

- Thank you for the phone call, Zhuxi.

- It's the least I can do.

- Work detail!

- What is that?

- Oh, we all have jobs to do.

- Oh, I would like to work.

- Yeah? - You sure?

- I would. I want to do my part.

- Okay. Let me go talk to some people.

- Okay.

- What's going on, "Oo-see"?

- "Ee-shoo-ay." - Yixue, sorry.

Not that I'll need to know

how to pronounce your name for much longer.

- What--

what is going on?

- Well, you see, Yixue,

you've done everything I needed you to do,

and I'm grateful,

but there's just one last thing I must ask of you.

- What? What's that?

- Die.

- My wife. My son.

- They will mourn you.

Forever.

- I warned you.

- What?

- Put him in the cage. - What the fuck for?

- Come on, let's go.

- What the fuck's going on in here?

- Come on! Move it!

- Oh, you motherfucker.

- Come on.

Come on.

Get--

Get the fuck in there!

- Open up the goddamn door!

Open it up!

No! No!

Argh!

- Any convert, whether he goes from communist to capitalist

or from six packs a day to smoke-free,

ends up condemning his former practices.

Because those beliefs didn't work for him,

they can't work for anybody.

His vision becomes narrow, blinded by the light.

Whether he's transformed into a Hindu

or joins AA, he becomes a fanatic.

If you ask me,

it's the fanatics who fuck up the world.

It's the fanatics who think they got God on their side.

The rest of us?

We don't need divine light.

In the dark of night,

all we want is enough light

so that we don't stub our toe on the way to the toilet.