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- Oz, the name on the street

for the Oswald State Correctional Facility,

Level Four.

Oz is filled with murderers, rapists, racists, drug dealers,

with the most common of criminals.

But what is it that makes a man common?

Better yet, what makes him unique?

Winning wars? Winning awards?

No.

What lifts a man out of the ordinary

is who he loves...

and who loves him.

- Today, this great state of ours

can once again stand proud.

We have the finest,

most modern correctional facilities

anywhere in the country.

Let the word go forth to friend and foe alike

that we will spare no expense, no time, no effort,

in housing and punishing

the bottom-feeders of our society.

- Okay, could I have your attention, please?

I would like to welcome you all to Our Lady of Fatima Parish.

Now, I know that due to the recent renovations

resulting from the gas explosion,

visits to Oz have been severely limited,

and this is gonna be the first chance

that many of you have had to visit your family members.

- When your name is called, line up here.

You'll be walking single file back to Emerald City.

As you know, today's also the first visiting day in months.

Many of you are anxious to be together with your families.

So the quicker you follow instructions,

the sooner you'll be together.

Officer Murphy.

- Number 96A214, Adams, Philip.

- Carrie Schillinger.

Hello, Carrie, how are you?

How's Jewel today?

- She's fine, thanks.

- Um, Eugenia Hill.

- How are you, Father?

- I'm fine, Mrs. Hill. How are you today?

- Excited to see my son. It's been way, way too long.

- Of course.

Sonsyrea Arif.

Welcome.

- As-salaam alaikum.

- Annette Osorio.

- Right here.

Coming.

Coming.

You're cute.

- Let's go.

- Ryan, look. - Wow.

- Looks good. Look at this.

- Goddamn.

- Wow.

- It's bigger. - But not necessarily better.

- I like the new color.

- It's the same color.

- I miss the old place.

- Don't be daft.

- All right, Officer Murphy will now give out

your cell assignments.

- I want a room with a view.

- And maid service.

- Number 96A214,

Adams, Philip, cell number six.

- Over the course of history, many famous people

have joined the infamous in prison.

Extraordinary human beings with noble characters

who, for one reason or another,

ended up on the wrong side of the law.

Take...

Thomas Paine.

He was arrested for treason, for fostering rebellion.

Yet without his fiery writings,

America might never have been free.

Or Thomas More...

the statesman, scholar, and saint

who was sent to the Tower of London

for being honest with his king.

More's reward was to be beheaded.

- Help!

Help me!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

- "And Samson sayeth unto his brethren,

"'Now shall I be blameless...

when I do harm the Philistines.'"

My friends,

there are times when we are guilty for our actions

and should be punished accordingly.

But there are times when our actions,

however cruel, leave us blameless,

because we have punished the guilty!

all: Amen.

- Now let us pray.

Dear Lord,

we ask you to continue the recovery

of the Reverend Jeremiah Cloutier,

who survived the gas explosion...

Which in turn freed him from the wall

he had been bricked up inside of.

Lord, we ask you to bless the reverend's journey today

as he comes back to Oz from the burn unit

of Benchley Memorial Hospital.

Lord, we also ask you to bless Jaz Hoyt...

who took full responsibility

for sealing Reverend Cloutier in the wall.

Jaz is a good man, Lord,

who suffers needlessly in solitary confinement.

Look down upon him, Lord, and keep him strong.

- Gloria, has Cloutier arrived yet?

- Uh, yeah.

- Well, I need to see him.

You see, Hoyt was in charge of rebuilding that kitchen wall,

so I got him in Solitary,

but he won't say who else is involved.

So I need Cloutier to tell me.

- Well, he can't. Not yet.

His throat was damaged during the fire.

He can hardly make any sounds at all.

- Is he conscious? - Occasionally.

- Then he can nod his fucking head yes or no

when I read him the list of names.

Where is he?

- In the private room.

Tim, wait.

He was very badly burned during the explosion.

I mean, the fact that he survived at all is a miracle.

- Hallelujah.

- I just want to prepare you for what you're gonna see.

- You got any visitors coming today?

- Yeah, my sister, Annette.

- Nice.

- Yeah, she's a great gal. I love her to death.

She's always been there for me when I needed her.

And she's also a bit of a head case.

- Got a light?

- Oh, no, there's no smoking.

- Oh.

Scooch over.

I want to sit down.

I hope you didn't mind when I got on the bus,

me flirting with you.

- No, I...

- You know, 'cause I know how you priests

don't go in for girls.

- Well, you know, actually, we--

- Oh, no, I'm sorry.

That came out wrong.

I mean...

you swear to God you'll never have sex.

- Well, yes, but-- - Do you know my brother?

- Sure, he comes to Mass every Sunday.

- Enrique at Mass?

Jesus, he must be bored out of his mind.

Oh, no, I'm--

that came out wrong.

I'm sure you give a very cheery service, Father.

Only my brother's not, like, you know,

of the churchgoing variety.

- Yeah, well, I got to admit that most of the guys just come

because they want to break the monotony.

- I haven't seen Enrique in three years.

I've been in South Beach.

- What were you doing down there?

- Bartending, mostly.

You know, I tried to go for some modeling jobs

'cause I got a good figure,

but you know, I wasn't willing to play the games,

you know what I'm saying?

- Yeah, I think I do.

The guys try to take advantage, huh?

- Exactly, which is why I need to speak to Enrique,

'cause one certain guy took too much advantage.

My fucking husband.

- He hurt you?

- I loved that Cuban cocksucker with all of my heart,

and he cuts a chunk out of me.

I need Enrique to talk to Javier.

- To call him from Oz?

- Well, my brother's voice travels far.

He don't need a phone, if you know what I'm saying.

- No, please don't tell me any more.

- You're a priest.

You can't say nothing to nobody.

- No, that's only during confession.

We're not in a confessional.

We're on a bus.

- Oh, don't get so technical.

- Uh, Annette,

what you're about to ask your brother is wrong.

- Bullshit! Look at my arm.

- I didn't say that what your husband did was right.

I'm just saying that that's not gonna solve the problem.

- Fuck you,

you self-righteous jizzball.

You don't know dick about dick,

and that came out exactly the way I meant it!

- Listen up!

When I give the order, you are to walk

from your cell and form a single line.

Step out.

All right. - Hey, what's going on?

- No talking.

- Holy shit.

- New and improved.

- No talking.

- Okay.

During the reconstruction, we discovered

that there were problems in the air ducts

throughout the building.

We need to clean out the ducts in Solitary.

And so, until that job is complete,

I'm gonna put you all back into Gen Pop.

- Hey. - There you go.

- Awesome.

- No talking!

- I didn't say shit.

- Now, this is a second chance for you slugs.

If you behave yourself over the next few days,

you won't have to return to Solitary.

Understood?

Don't fuck this opportunity up.

- Warden?

Exactly what is the problem with--

with the air ducts?

- That's none of your concern, White.

- What air duct--that's the air we breathe, right?

You're talking about--ow!

- What part of "no talking" don't you understand?

- Shit! Damn, man.

I got a constitutional right to breathe fresh air.

- Oh, yeah? - You know.

Fuck a duck. - Breathe, brother, breathe.

- Whoa, where are you going?

- To see McManus. - He ain't here.

Get back in line.

- Look who's back. The girls are back.

- We missed you, man.

- Welcome home, Miguel.

Been hoping and praying for this day.

We got unsettled business, you and me.

- Oh, yeah? - You killed my boys.

Carlo Ricardo and Jorge Vasquez.

You got to pay.

- Spit, sweat, blood.

- What?

- Bodily fluids, you know? Fluids the body produces.

Piss and tears.

Some are voluntary, some not so voluntary.

When I was in my cubbyhole, you know,

I had a lot of time to think about my fluids

and my juices, you know, my shit.

- You're fuckin' nuts, Alvarez.

- Yeah, that's right.

That's right, that's me. I'm fucking nuts.

You say I got to pay?

Fine, put this on my tab, okay?

- Hey, what the fuck's going on in here?

- We're taking showers.

- With your clothes on?

Up against the wall, come on, move it.

- What, me too?

- No, I can see you're clean.

All right, confine these two dinks to their cells.

Put Guerra in the cage.

Come on, move it!

You got anything else to say, Alvarez?

- Man is 80% water!

- Hey, Miguel, you are one lucky fuck.

- Oh, yeah.

That--that's me. You know, I'm Mr. Lucky.

- You know Guerra wants you dead,

but I can yank him off your ass.

- Oh, yeah, if I do what, huh?

If I kill somebody for you?

Those days are gone, chica.

Those days are long gone.

See, I got no interest in sniffing the butthole.

- You won't survive solo.

You ain't got the balls.

- I ain't got what?

- The balls, cojones, pendejo, is what I'm saying.

Right, right, right, you see this?

I did that.

Yeah, I cut my own face, you know what I'm saying?

I shoved a shank in Rivera's eyes.

You know what I'm saying?

I slit Vasquez's throat.

You know what I'm saying?

I handle a knife better than a fucking surgeon.

I got nothing to prove to you, brother.

Nothing.

Come on, get the fuck out of my face!

Hey, Giles.

Yeah.

Think I haven't forgotten about you sticking me, right?

Little fucking cocksucker.

- Yeah!

- Hey! - Yeah!

- This incident with Giles concerns me, Alvarez.

You want to stay out of Solitary,

you've got to stay out of trouble.

- You and me both know that I'm going back to Solitary

no matter what I do.

Glynn's not gonna let me run around free.

And even if you did convince him to, I'm doomed.

You know?

Attract trouble like a fucking magnet.

You know what quicksilver is?

- Quicksilver? - Yeah.

- Yeah, it's like mercury, right?

Stuff they make mirrors with.

- Mirrors, yeah.

Reflections, right?

It's just this whole change in mood,

you know what I'm saying?

I mean, that's just me, man.

That's me, McManus.

You know, I'm just-- I'm quicksilver, man.

Whoosh, you know?

- Hey, Guerra!

You know, you look like a fuckin' gorilla

I seen one time in the fuckin' Bronx Zoo.

- Fuck you.

You better hope they don't let me out of here soon, White,

'cause your fuckin' black ass is mine.

- Ooh.

Hey! Anybody got a banana

I can feed to the fuckin' ape?

- Omar.

- There you are.

I've been waiting to see you.

May I step forward, please?

- All right, yeah.

- I know I'm always saying I'm sorry for all this nonsense

I keep getting sucked into.

Kicking you and stabbing you and shit.

- What, man?

- Well, when the hacks told me I was coming back to Em City,

I said, McManus-- McManus is the man, son, yo.

I mean, he got a heart as big as--

I don't know what's as big as your heart.

- All right.

- No, no, wait, wait, wait, I know what I'm saying--

- Don't fucking touch me.

- Even if I'm not saying the right words.

Look, I'm gonna make good this time, I promise.

- You know, I'm glad that you're willing to make another effort,

but I got to ask you a question.

Why the fuck did you get so upset with me?

Why'd you kick me in the head?

- Look, you know,

there I am sitting there watching TV, right?

And there you come up on the screen big as day, right?

And Guerra, fucking Guerra!

He started making fun.

That's how the fight got started.

- Look, I know all this shit.

Why did you fucking attack me?

- 'Cause you didn't say nothing to me, man.

- About what?

- About being a contestant on fucking "Up Your Ante."

- I think I know this.

- I mean, here I-- I think we--

we getting all friendly, you know.

We shared our thoughts and feelings,

and then...

I got to find out you're on TV

the same time as all the rest of them fucks.

- Oh.

- As a matter of fact, uh...

You sort of owe me an apology.

- Me apologize to you? - Uh-huh.

- Work detail!

- Go to work, Omar.

- Here you go, Burr.

Hot and tasty, just the way you like it.

- Appreciate it.

- Maricón.

- Stupid fucking spics.

- Don't worry.

You're gonna get your chance

to hack up Chico Guerra soon enough.

- That's just the thing of it.

I'm tired.

I don't want to hack anybody up anymore.

I'm really, really, really trying.

I'm trying to keep it on the straight and narrow

and up and up, you know what I'm saying?

- Hey, negro estupido.

- Hey, tamale boy,

why don't you shut your fucking mouth?

- What?

Guerra's not the gorilla, you are.

- Get him out!

- Motherfucker!

Black bitch nigga motherfucker!

I'm gonna fucking get you.

Get the fuck off me, you bitch!

- What'd you say about a banana?

- Back in the day before the day,

explorers would set out on ships to discover new worlds.

Adventurers like Marco Polo and Christopher Columbus

would sail into the horizon, not sure if they'd find a place

to land or fall off the edge of the Earth.

As a result of their journeys, both Polo and Columbus

got fame, fortune, and a pair of leg irons.

That's right.

The man who "discovered" America was a con,

arrested for embezzlement.

After a few months in a dank, dirty dungeon,

I bet old Chris started wishing

he had fallen off the edge of the Earth.

- Thanks, Father M.

- She was giggling. Here.

- She's excited to see her grandpa.

We had the blood tests done, you know.

Hank was definitely the dad.

- I heard. - Yeah.

I just want Mr. Schillinger to be there for Jewel, you know?

I mean, we don't have anyone else.

- What about your parents?

- My folks are back in Montana.

They don't give two shits about Jewel and me.

- Maybe in time, Carrie.

- Maybe.

Video games.

- I beg your pardon?

- Hank played video games all day and into night.

Video games and videos.

He watched that "Natural Born Killers,"

like, 60 times.

I just think that, you know, maybe if he hadn't,

he'd still be alive.

- I don't think it's that simple, Carrie.

Hank's upbringing, family life, education,

they all had a lot to do with making him who he was.

- Can you bless my baby, Father?

Can you take away the curse that's on her head?

- Curse?

- The one that killed Hank and his brother,

the one that put Mr. Schillinger in Oz.

I just want my girl to be happy, you know?

Have a happy life.

- All right, I'll say a prayer.

- I can't wait to see my granddaughter.

- Christ, are you gonna get all mushy again?

- Grub, boys.

- Who the fuck you calling "boy"?

- Ooh, I'm sorry there, Schillinger.

I know you're having a rough recovery and all.

I don't want to say nothing to loosen up them sutures.

- Hey, hey, what'd you do,

serve everybody else in this fucking prison

and then bring us the shit leftovers?

- Robson, you been in Oz all this time,

and now you're gonna be a food critic, huh?

Ooh, you scare me, ooh.

- We got to get back to Gen Pop,

or I'm gonna go stir crazy.

- Dr. Nathan says we're at full speed.

- It's time to take down Kareem Said.

- That fucking nigger's gonna live to regret shanking us.

Them Muslims got what they call a jihad, holy war.

Well, they ain't seen war like what's coming.

- Jihad?

Yee-ha!

- You want to go to the Hole?

- You can't put me in the Hole.

I'm recuperating.

- Health care, it's a bitch.

- Thank you.

Said.

Said.

- Look, the warden has decided to charge you

with attempted murder for stabbing Robson and Schillinger.

You want me to arrange for a public defender?

- No.

- You intend to represent yourself?

- No.

I intend to plead guilty.

- Said's in a dark and ugly place.

- Why should he be any different than anyone else in Oz?

- Since he killed Adebisi, I've watched him become

more and more angry, violent.

This thing with Robson and Schillinger is just

one more piece in a long decline.

- He was defending Tobias Beecher.

- Yeah, but I'm not debating his motives, Pete,

just his methods.

The old Said would have never resorted to violence,

at least not as a first step.

- Well, I'm releasing Robson and Schillinger today.

- Oh, great.

- Can't you keep them in the ward longer?

- No, their wounds have healed,

and I need the beds.

- Then give 'em a little Valium, some Prozac,

anything that'll keep 'em calm.

- Well, why not medicate everybody?

- Okay.

- Listen up, I'm not gonna take any shit

from the Aryans or the Muslims.

I intend to tell them so.

I want everyone in the cafeteria at 3:00.

- Don't you want your mail, Kareem?

- Get the fuck back!

- Hey, Tobias.

What do you think of the office?

- It's very snazzy. - Yeah.

- And they finally upgraded my computer.

I've got 128 megabytes of RAM.

- How is Said?

- He seems fine.

- Mm, there's concern among the staff

about the Muslims and Aryans.

- For good reason.

- In the shower this morning, I had a thought...

about you.

- You were thinking about me

while you were naked in the shower?

- Oh, boy.

You and Said are friends,

and you and Schillinger were getting along,

at least until he heard about your possible parole.

What if I could organize an interaction

between Schillinger, Said, and you?

If you can broker a peace between these two,

you'll save a lot of lives.

And when you're up for parole again at the end of the year...

- I'll smell even sweeter.

- Yeah.

Imagine that.

Said, Schillinger, and I in a three-way.

- No, absolutely not.

I'm not going anywhere near Said.

- Vern...

- My people don't associate with his kind.

- Yet you have in the past.

Like when you asked Said to represent you

in your conspiracy to commit murder trial.

- That was different.

- How?

- He hadn't shanked me then.

- That is exactly why the two of you

have to sit down together,

and that's why Tobias Beecher has to be there.

Vern...

Remember when you came to me,

wanting to make sense of your life

so that you could find some peace of mind,

some happiness?

This is the same.

You'll be able to express whatever it is

you're truly feeling inside.

- What I feel inside...

Is rage.

- But you're smart enough to know

that there's no comfort in rage.

Rage feeds off the soul,

till there is no soul left.

- I call.

Beecher, I call.

- Huh?

- You want to play cards, or you want to dick around?

- I'm out.

- All right, great.

- My deal, right? - Yes.

- Something going on, Tobias?

- This is Oz, Bob.

There's always something going on.

216.

- What's that?

- Number of days till my next parole hearing.

- Two matches.

Beecher, I bet two.

Are you in or out?

- I am in.

- Oh, good, ah...

sit down, gentlemen, sit down.

Sit down.

I spoke to the three of you individually

to explain what I hope we can accomplish here.

I know there's a lot of skepticism on your part,

and so I appreciate your giving this a try.

- We must always choose life over death.

- Hey, you're the one who shanked me in the back, pal.

- Kareem, Vern, please, you know the rules.

Each of you will get a chance to speak.

First, I want to hear from Tobias.

Yeah.

I do feel a certain sense of responsibility

about what happened that day in the library.

You were happy that my parole got turned down,

and given all the shit that's gone on between us,

I can understand that.

And you saw him and Robson in my face threatening me,

and you wanted to help, and I can appreciate that too.

So...

you were both justified, mostly,

in the way you behaved.

- Question. - Go ahead.

- Beecher, would I have been justified shanking Said?

- I wouldn't have been taunting him.

- Kareem.

- Do you mean if the circumstances were reversed

and Said was threatening me?

- Uh-huh.

- Yes, I think you'd be justified in stabbing him.

- Horseshit.

- Here's why.

And you're gonna want to have Sister Pete

send me to the state asylum when you hear this one.

You two are exactly alike.

- What? - You are crazy.

- Listen to him.

- You are both powerful men.

Not only natural-born leaders,

but each of you has a vision of the world,

and even though those visions are in direct opposition,

they do share some things in common.

- Like what?

- You both believe in your people,

in the rights of your people

and the God-given gifts owed to your people.

You both believe that your people deserve a full life,

happiness, security...

And...

I don't know, I guess that's all I have to say.

- That's good, that's...

that's enough for today.

I think we should think about what Tobias said

and come back tomorrow.

Officer.

- Rapists, pedophiles, male hustlers.

We got all kinds of men in Oz.

Men who've turned sex into a crime.

And for that, they belong

in the deepest recesses of our hell.

But as we also know, sex is not necessarily love.

And there are times when love itself

will get you incarcerated, like Oscar Wilde...

who loved,

and lost two years of his life

sitting in Reading Gaol.

Two lips,

maybe a little tongue pressed against two other lips.

A simple kiss...

can be more lethal than a gun.

- Addiction is Satan's tool,

his evil system to keep our people down.

He supplies the drugs to our men and women,

and then arrests them for using.

He locks our sons and daughters in his prisons

and then walks away,

a smile across his white face.

- Uh, Mrs. Arif, I hate to...

some of the other passengers on board have asked me

to ask you if you could keep your voice down.

- Why?

Because they don't want to hear the truth?

The drug policy in this country

is excessive, oppressive, and racist!

- Well, be that as it may--

- Instead of locking young black men behind bars,

we ought to implement substance abuse treatment,

which is less expensive and more productive.

- Well, I agree, but now's not the time--

- When is the time?

Did you know that the number of inmates in American prisons

has more than tripled in the last 20 years?

- Yes.

- Did you know that if the inmate population

continues to grow exponentially, by the year 2053,

the United States will have more people in prison than out?

So I ask you, Father.

How long do we wait to change the way things are?

- Her baby's trying to sleep.

- Your husband's a drug addict?

- He was, until he found Allah.

- My son, Augustus, he was too.

- 70% of those arrested

test positive for substance abuse.

- Ms. Arif-- - Sonsyrea.

- Sonsyrea,

your head's all crammed with facts and figures.

But a cold, hard fact

is never as good as the simple truth.

Your husband...

did he hurt you and your children while he was addicted?

- Yeah, he became a thief.

- And now?

- He struggled and he struggled and he fought his cravings.

With the help of Allah, he is clean.

- And your children?

- They miss their father, but they are blossoming.

- Then, girl, that's the story you ought to be telling.

That's the stuff people need to hear.

- You're in a good mood today.

- Yeah, man, my wife's coming to see me.

- All right, is she bringing your children?

- No, Sonsyrea and I need some time, just the two of us.

O'Reily. That man is an animal.

- He murdered Patrick Keenan with such brutality,

every time I see him I wonder how he lives with himself.

- How you doing, Bismilla?

Eat up, Arif, move it.

Hey, take over here for a second, okay?

- Where the fuck is you going, man?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Hey, O'Reily, relax, I haven't seen your brother

since he checked out of protective custody.

We just catching up, man, come on.

- I don't want you anywhere near him.

- But, Ryan, I like Henry.

- I told you, this guy's a scumbag.

- It takes one to know one.

- You on some kind of a kamikaze mission there,

Stanton, huh?

If I see you talking to Cyril again,

you're going down in flames.

- Later.

- What'd you say to him?

- Nothing.

Nothing. Jeez.

- Hey, you mick fucks.

We're working over here. You want to join us?

- You know, I agonized and agonized over telling you

I saw Ryan O'Reily murder Patrick Keenan.

But finally, minister Said convinced me to step forward,

and yet O'Reily's never been charged.

- That's because I haven't been able to gather

any concrete evidence against him.

At this point, all I have is your testimony,

and you won't even speak publicly.

Or have you changed your mind?

- If I do, O'Reily will have me killed.

- Well, don't expect miracles.

- You know, I've been going over and over that moment in my mind,

trying to remember every detail.

And this might not be important, I don't know,

but I think I saw O'Reily

pull a shamrock off of Keenan's neck.

- A shamrock?

- Yeah, a gold shamrock on a chain.

- I see.

- Don't let this slide, Warden.

Justice must be done.

O'Reily must be punished.

- Uh-uh, stay back.

- But I've got a pain.

- Where?

- In my heart.

I'm heartsick 'cause you keep ignoring me.

- I'm busy, Ryan.

- I just wanted to know, did the medical board--

did they rule on your case for malpractice?

- Yes.

They reprimanded me, fined me,

but I'm still a doctor.

- Well, that's-- that's great, right?

- Gloria?

May I see you?

- Sure.

- Let's walk.

Whoever killed Patrick Keenan took a gold chain

from around his neck, a shamrock.

At one point, when we spoke,

you had a shamrock in your hand.

- It was his.

- Where'd you get it?

- Arrived one day at my office in an unmarked envelope.

- When I interviewed you about the murder,

why didn't you tell me you had evidence?

- Leo...

I was raped.

After a trauma like that,

you're not always thinking clearly.

There are things that I've done since that night

that make no sense.

Just when I think I've got my feelings under control,

the slightest thing sets me off.

- I know, and I'm sorry.

- Honestly, there's a part of me that's happy Keenan's dead.

I just want to put his face behind me.

- Of course.

Um, Gloria...

One last question, and I promise,

I'll never bring it up again.

Where's the necklace?

- Here.

I threw the fucking thing away.

- Oh, come on, Warden.

There's got to be a rule about the number of times

you can keep on asking me these same questions.

- Do you think I'm screwing with your civil rights?

You want to consult an attorney?

- I don't need an attorney, 'cause I didn't kill Keenan.

Look, man, check the assignment records.

I wasn't near the gym all day.

- My informant says different.

- Your informant's a liar.

- Why would he lie?

- Look, a lot of people got issues with me.

A lot of people had issues with Keenan.

That kid was a scrapper. He was in fights all the time.

You go through the files,

you'll find a shitload of suspects.

- I have.

You're still the nearest and the dearest.

Take him out.

- Glynn really wants to nail you for Keenan's murder, huh?

- He's got some witness, only I don't know who.

If I could only find out this fucker's name,

then I could persuade him to change his testimony or...

- Kill him?

- Yeah, well, in any case, I need to confuse the situation.

- Yeah, I know.

- This clipping.

It needs to find its way into Henry Stanton's trunk,

buried beneath his underwear.

- Meanwhile, what are you gonna be doing?

- Encouraging an entirely different eyewitness

to step forward.

- Whoa! - Go, go! Go, Marty, go!

Go! Go!

- Come on! - Yeah, baby!

- Out!

- What the fuck are you talking about?

I was right-- - You are out!

- Prisoner number 99M633,

Martin Montgomery,

convicted March 16, 1999,

two counts of assault in the first degree.

Sentence, eight years, up for parole...

in five.

- Hey, Marty, my boy.

How about another piece of cake?

- Sure, thanks.

O'Reily, right? - That's right.

- How come you're offering me extra cake?

I've been here almost three years.

You never even farted in my direction.

- Well, you're right. We're not friends.

Everybody knows we're not friends,

which is why I can offer you

an exciting money-making opportunity.

- Which is what?

- I want you to go to the warden

and tell him you saw Henry Stanton

murder Patrick Keenan.

- But I didn't.

- Marty, there's a lot more cake where that came from.

- Stanton caught Keenan with the barbell right about here.

Keenan went down.

Stanton ripped the necklace from his throat.

- What happened next?

- I ran, I mean--

what, I'm gonna stick around?

- All right.

Thanks for coming forward.

- Like I said, my conscience couldn't take the strain

of keeping what I saw inside.

- I'll be damned.

Normally, nobody rats on anybody.

Now I got two different witnesses

identifying two different suspects for the same murder.

- Well, Montgomery had a lot more details than Arif.

Specific details.

- Yeah, and according to the records,

Stanton and Keenan were constantly fighting.

But why would Arif lie?

- Ask him.

- No.

First I'm gonna have a word with Henry Stanton.

- Me?

Kill Patrick Keenan?

I wish.

- At least twice in Unit B,

Keenan kicked the shit out of you.

- That ain't true. I got my licks in.

- Medical report...

says after the first fight, you had two broken ribs.

The second one, a broken wrist.

Keenan had no injuries at all.

- Mine was a moral victory.

- That day in the gym,

you whacked him, didn't you, Stanton?

- No.

I swear on my children, no.

- We found this in your cell.

- I've never even seen this before.

- You're obsessed with Dr. Nathan, aren't you?

- No.

I mean, she's got nice tits and all,

but other than that, I never even--

- Take him to the Hole.

- The Hole, why?

- Maybe a few days there will jostle your membrane.

- Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you, you motherfuck!

- Warden, how's the investigation going?

- Fine.

- When are you gonna charge O'Reily?

- Let me ask you something, Arif.

Why are you so hell-bent on Ryan O'Reily going down?

- As I said, justice must be done.

- Mm-hmm, there's no other reason?

No other agenda? - No.

- As in payback for some wrong done to you?

- No.

- I've been digging around.

During the riots, you and O'Reily

almost came to blows.

- The riot?

That was five years ago.

- In my experience, cons have long memories.

- You think I made this story up?

- You know what?

At this point, I don't know.

And I'm beginning to wonder if I even care.

- Ready for this?

Glynn suspended the investigation

into the murder of Patrick Keenan.

Too many suspects, not enough clues.

- Perfect.

- Bet you could press it.

Bet you could get Stanton convicted.

- Don't want to.

- Why?

- Look.

Henry Stanton gets the death penalty

for Keenan's murder?

Gloria Nathan's not gonna let an innocent man die.

She's gonna feel compelled to tell the truth.

No, I win by keeping the ball in play,

by keeping the facts murky.

Have that placed in Marty Montgomery's cell.

- Montgomery?

Why Montgomery? - Life insurance.

- Ryan, can I tell Henry our secret?

That we fooled the warden?

- No, Cyril, for Chrissake,

don't say a fucking word to him!

- Stop yelling.

Why do you always yell?

Like Papa.

- Fuck off.

- Galileo Galilei challenged the principle

that had been accepted for over 1,000 years,

that the Earth was the center of the universe,

that everything revolved around us.

The mad monks in the Inquisition imprisoned Galileo

and ordered him to repudiate his theory, which he did.

How much worse of a punishment is there than being forced

to publicly deny your deepest beliefs,

to say that what you know to be true...

Is a lie?

- I see that baby over there

and I can't help but think about Augustus

when he was just born,

when he took his first step.

You know, you think back and say, "If I had done this",

or, "If that hadn't happened",

his whole life might have been different.

- Allah guides our every step.

- I know.

God is my rock, but he can't stop

the thoughts from flooding my head,

the memories from flowing.

Augustus' first suit,

his first day of school.

Oh, his wedding day!

He looked so happy.

He and Annabella both did.

The sun was shining so bright,

I had to squint my eyes as they drove away.

And now...

I feel like I lost him that day,

in more ways than one.

His--his world got narrower, you know?

With the drugs and all.

- Is he still using?

- Oh, no, thank God.

My boy's been clean over three years.

I'm very proud of him for that.

- Yes, indeed.

- And that's why I'm worried.

That's why today is gonna be so hard.

I...

I've got news to tell him,

bad news,

news that I want him to hear from me first,

because maybe if I can just cushion the blow,

he--he won't go back to the crack.

His wife, Annabella--

she's divorcing him.

- Oh, my.

- I tried talking to the girl, but...

Her mind's made up.

She's got another fella, and...

she wants to be free.

And yet,

God help me, I...

I can't stop blaming her,

for the darkness in Augustus' life.

She was with him...

The night he shot the policeman,

the night his spine got snapped.

She should've taken better care of my son.

- Eugenia?

Oh, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

The tears are for Augustus, my little emperor.

Locked in a cell down in that wretched place.

Half his body dead.

And damn...

All I keep thinking of

is his first step.

- Yo, Burr, how come you don't never get in line?

- 'Cause ain't nobody sending me nothing.

- You see this?

Motherfuckers want me to donate money

to the United Negro College Fund.

They got to be kidding.

- Fuck.

It's a letter from some lawyer.

My wife's divorcing me.

- Uh, is this a surprise?

- No, I guess not.

I mean--no, no.

I mean, she--

she been visiting me less and less, you know.

When she does come, there's...

definitely a distance.

- Well, what do you expect?

- You been cooped up here in Oz for the last seven years.

That's a long time

for a young gal to keep a candle lit.

- I know.

It's just that--

you know, we loved each other.

The least Annabella could've done

was come and said good-bye.

- It's tough luck, Augustus.

Man, it's tough fucking luck.

- You'll survive, son.

You survived this shithole.

You'll survive a divorce.

- Maybe.

It's like, losing her, it's--

it's like giving up my last piece of hope.

It's like admitting to myself

that everything I had out there is gone.

It's gone forever.

- You know, I never told you this, but...

Dee and I was fixing to divorce too.

- What? - Just before she got sick.

Course, after she got sick, I couldn't leave her then.

- But I thought you and Dee was happy.

You always seemed so happy.

- That was the vodka.

Only woman I knew that could drink more liquor than me.

That love in her eyes was always a little bit blurry.

No, you and your moms

was the only real family I ever knew.

- She's coming today.

- Eugenia.

- Maybe you and me could visit Mom together.

- You know, I'd like that.

I'd like to see Eugenia.

She always had the sweetest pair of eyes.

- Okay, it looks like we're gonna be at the main gate

of Oswald in about five minutes.

Sonsyrea Arif,

Charles Balis,

Eugenia Hill...

Sandy Laitman,

Annette Osorio,

Shirin Patel,

Joanie Ranzer,

Carrie Schillinger.

- What about my granddaughter?

Jewel Schillinger?

- She's at Benchley Memorial.

She's in stable condition.

David Swanson...

Pamela Turton...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Lots of fine people have sat,

staring at the inside of prison walls,

Socrates, Gandhi, Joan of Arc,

even our Lord, Jesus Christ.

He spent the last night of his life

not with holy men, but with scum,

like the kind we got in Oz.

One of the last things Jesus did on Earth

was invite a prisoner to join him in heaven.

He loved that criminal.

I say he loved that criminal as much as he loved anyone.

Jesus knew in his heart,

it takes a lot to love a sinner.

But the sinner...

he needs it all the more.