So there used to be this tribe, the Aztecs,
who believed that the universe was created by violence.
Every year, at what was their version of Christmas,
they would cut out someone's heart and offer it up to the gods.
These people were convinced that without this sacrifice,
the sun would fall from the sky and the world would come to an end.
Then the Spaniards landed and wiped the Aztecs off the face of the earth.
Turns out they was right.
The world did come to an end.
For them.
Welcome to Oz.
Ten months after the world ended.
McMANUS: All right.
A lot of people thought we'd never reopen Emerald City,
but after almost a year, a lot of politicking, ball-busting
and some backup from the warden, here we are.
- It's a new deal, gentlemen. - It's a better deal.
It's a fair deal. Now, I have identified ten groups.
The Muslims, the Gangsters, the Latinos, the Italians, the Irish,
the Aryans, the Bikers, the Christians, the Gays, and one called the Others.
Each group will have four prisoners living at Em City, no more, no less.
Each group will be equal.
- Each individual, equal. - Bullshit.
No, it is not bullshit.
And to make sure that it's not, I'm also establishing a council
to air grievances, to advise me.
Each group will have one member serve on said council.
- Any questions? SAID: Yes.
Given all that's happened, why did you come back?
SAID: Why do you still believe Emerald City will work?
Well, the truth is this:
We either learn to change, or we repeat our mistakes.
We either become a part of our community,
or we remain isolated from it.
In either case, the success of our lives depends on us.
I am not solely responsible to make Em City work.
It's you too.
Any other questions?
Kareem, you should be our representative on the council.
- That's assuming that we participate. - Are you saying we shouldn't?
No, I'm saying that we wait.
Our absence may speak louder than our presence.
ADEBISI: First thing, we start to sell tits again.
- Yeah, but what about O'Reily? - I'll handle O'Reily.
I'll handle Adebisi.
What worries me is the Sicilians coming in.
- I don't see Nino Schibetta anywhere. - Schibetta's dead.
It's his son who's the hair across our ass now.
We're gonna take back the drug trade,
find out who hurt my father, and then...
Shit. The rest of these cock motherfuckers,
they gonna learn, bro. They can't shit on us no more.
How the fuck did I get to be an Other?
On the streets, I was selling dope.
I was as bad as any of those Homeboys.
I fucking killed a cop!
- I'm thrown in here with you guys. - You're disabled.
And the rest of you are fucking certifiable.
Who are you?
Agamemnon Busmalis, a.k.a. The Mole.
- The Mole? MOLE: I dig.
I can dig anywhere. I'm gonna dig my way out of Oz.
I tell you, I don't belong with those three clowns, man.
They're crazy. Especially Beecher.
I mean, forget all that shit he did to Schillinger.
Beecher bit off some fucker's dick, yo.
That was ten months ago.
Oh, yeah, well, then that's okay.
I gotta share a pod, McManus. I gotta sleep with one eye open.
Sister Peter Marie says he's responding to therapy.
Well, then let her bunk with him.
[BEECHER URINATING]
All right, I call this first meeting of the Emerald City Council to order.
We're gonna need a recording secretary.
- Anyone know how to write? - I'll do it.
- I'm famous for my penmanship. - Here you go, watch out.
Now, a lot of you men have had raw deals growing up.
Abusive parents, shitty housing, no jobs.
Now, my goal is to make clear that each of you
has an equal opportunity to turn your lives around.
Oh, yeah? And how you gonna do that?
McMANUS: Initially, with education.
Over half the inmates in Oz never finished high school.
The Federal prison system has mandatory education programs
in place since 1982.
We're gonna have the same requirements in Emerald City.
- There's already a program. - It's not mandatory.
Yo, who cares, man?
What's important is we start bringing back them conjugals.
[ALL CHEERING]
How about some fucking cigarettes, huh?
McMANUS: One thing at a time, guys. One thing at a time.
Education first.
Since it's mandatory, we're gonna have more students.
Therefore, we're gonna need more teachers.
And since our budget for this thing is so small, I'm asking for volunteers.
- ADEBISI: O'Reily. - Yeah.
Coushaine, I saw in your files
- you used to teach high school briefly. - Yeah.
- How about helping us out here? - Okay.
- MAN: Nice one, buddy boy. - What a trouper.
McMANUS: Okay, okay.
Said, the Muslims weren't represented at the council meeting.
If this council has real power,
- then we will participate. - Well, how do you mean?
Do we get to make policy or do we simply rubber-stamp yours?
- This is a prison, not a democracy. - Oh, I know that only too well.
You know, I meant what I said about a second chance.
I wanna do it right this time.
If you don't wanna participate, that's fine. Just don't get in my way.
McManus, you want us to be allies,
but that will never happen.
Better for you to transfer me back to Gen Pop and be done with me.
No.
You know, when I was laying in that hospital bed,
and I was afraid I was gonna die, I started praying.
I'm not saying I had any great spiritual awakening, Said,
but I did come to realise that my God and yours aren't so different.
They both expect the best from us,
and for us to find the best in each other.
I've written another book, McManus.
Comes out next month, it's about the riot.
And when I was writing, I looked for the best in you.
You wanna know what I found? A confused, frightened little man.
Well, I was frightened and I was confused.
But you take a bullet in the chest, you see things differently.
People can change, Said.
Even me.
Even you.
Kenny.
McManus, you're fucking up my floor, McManus.
- That's all right. - My dick.
You don't have to mop it up again.
You went to class when you first got to Oz,
but then you dropped out.
- I hated that shit. - So you prefer mopping floors?
I prefer to be chilling with some chicks and some Henny, but I can't, can I?
What about when you get out?
How you gonna get a job without an education?
- I got a job when I get out. - Yeah, what?
I made some connections in here. People are gonna take care of me.
I see. You're gonna be selling drugs?
- What do you want, McManus? - A trade.
- Instead of this, you get your GED. - What?
You finish high school.
It's a simple offer. Class instead of work, your choice.
And I won't have to mop no more?
All right, I'll look into it.
[MEN PRAYING IN ARABIC]
- Hey. - Hey.
What you working on there?
I'm working on a poem.
- That's a poem? - Yeah, it ain't finished yet, though.
- Got any words for it? - Up here.
- You never write them down? - It's easier like this.
Why don't you read it to me?
[SIGHS]
I gotta keep away from these motels.
These cockroach motels.
But I ain't going out like that. You see, us cockroaches,
We been around Since the beginning of time.
Now I'm letting loose On a little bit of crime.
Look, these motherfucking Motel makers
They shook But I ain't getting caught
I ain't from the silly sort Who venture too far from the nest.
You can't touch some sand.
I gotta play the deep dog, Lower level funk for a sec, though.
LEL shit Get that mental in check.
HILL: Prisoner number 96J332, Arnold Jackson, a.k.a. Poet.
Convicted February 15th, '96.
Armed robbery, attempted murder, possession of a deadly weapon.
Sentence: 16 years.
Up for parole in nine.
Listen, I want you to start coming to class.
I ain't with that, man. That's not me.
I want you to get your education, I want you to get a diploma.
Fuck that.
- Man. - Wait, wait, wait. Just wait.
- I'll tell you what. - What?
You start going to class,
I'll arrange for you to have a conjugal visit.
- I ain't even married, man. - Got a girlfriend?
- Yeah. - Well, like I said,
you start going to class, you keep going to class, you get your GED,
I'll arrange for you to see her once.
Ain't there rules about this, man?
Fuck the rules.
Deal?
All right.
[BELL RINGS]
COUSHAINE: Today, we're gonna concentrate on reading and grammar,
so I can get a sense of everyone's skill level.
Let's start with having somebody read out loud.
Anybody?
Kenny, right? Yes.
Open to page one and read the first paragraph.
- What do I need to read this shit for? - We're all gonna listen,
and if there's a word we don't understand,
- we're gonna make a vocabulary list. - A what?
See, there's our first one: vocabulary.
How many people here know what the word ' "vocabulary" means?
- Ain't that a disease? - Okay, vocabulary.
COUSHAINE: Vocab... Hey, you got that, don't you?
A limp vocabulary?
Fuck you. You ain't even got one.
COUSHAINE: -bulary.
Mm, bah! Now, a vocabulary is any list of words.
And now, the word ' "vocabulary" can be added to our vocabulary list.
Let's get started. Kenny?
- Let this mick fuck right here read it. - He'll get a chance. You go first.
I said no, man.
Just open the page. Read page one.
- No big deal. - You fucking deaf?
I said I ain't reading.
- I'm just asking you to open... You fuck-!
Yeah!
[ALL CLAMORING]
Lock-down! Lock-down!
What happened?
- He tried to strangle me. - Kenny?
- That bitch got in my face! - I wasn't in your face!
- Do you need a doctor? - I'm okay.
- How did this happen? - I asked him to read out loud,
- next thing, he's trying to kill me. - Fuck you!
- Shut up, Kenny! - That's what happened.
Take him to my office.
- Why did you do it? - Look, I told you.
- He got in my face, all right? - That's bullshit!
We made a deal, and part of the deal was you do what the teacher tells you.
Look, I'm nobody's prag, McManus.
- Nobody's. - Fine.
- Read. - No.
Read. Read it.
What does that say?
Look at it.
What does it say?
M...
"McDonald's."
Officer.
Take him back to his cell, please.
GLYNN: I want Wangler in the hole.
It's not that Wangler wouldn't read,
he couldn't read. Leo, the kid can't fucking read at all.
So that excuses his behaviour?
No, it gives us insight how to help him.
- And you're gonna teach him to read? - Yeah.
[GLYNN SCOFFS]
A hundred and fifty years ago,
it was against the law to teach a slave to read.
But some did because they had a thirst for it.
Well, now, the reverse is also true. You cannot force someone to learn.
I can try.
[SIGHS]
Them Aztecs, they had this king, Montezuma ll.
That's the Halls of Montezuma guy.
One night, Montezuma saw this flaming ear of corn
shoot across the sky.
A comet.
Montezuma saw this comet as an omen,
a sign of his own downfall.
And so he surrendered his empire to the Spanish conquistadors
without a fight Have a seat.
Stupid fuck.
You gotta fight, even if you know you're gonna lose.
You know what this is called? "Learning to Read."
Oh, man.
Lesson one.
A.
O'REILY: That is definitely rat shit.
One big fucking rat. Smell it.
Get that away from me.
Well, we gotta kill this motherfucker.
- With some traps or something. - You can't kill rats.
Rats and cockroaches, they'll inherit the whole fucking planet.
Whoa, what's the fucking hold-up?
Easy, easy, we're coming.
Which one of you moolies is the cook back there?
Hey, I ain't no moolie, pal. What's your fucking problem?
- Problem is, the food sucks. - Don't eat it.
Things are gonna start to change around here.
Oh, yeah, who says?
- Peter Schibetta. - Who Schibetta?
- I'm talking to the mick. - Mick?
- Peter wants the kitchen back. - Tell him okay if he sucks my dick.
You ain't careful, you might not have a dick to suck.
O'REILY: Ooh.
You think they know about Nino?
O'REILY: That we killed him? ADEBISI: Who gives a fuck?
I took care of Nino, I'll take care of them.
MAN: Come on, come on. Come on, come on.
- Where you going? - I need to talk to you about your father.
What... do you know about my father?
I know how he died. I know who killed him.
- Who? O'REILY: Adebisi.
- Who? - Adebisi, the moolie in the kitchen.
He was putting ground glass in Nino's food every day.
That's how he died.
- How do you know that? - I saw him grinding up the glass.
And when he wasn't looking, I put the same glass in his food.
- Hold him. - No.
Fuck off!
- Did you kill my father? - No!
- That's what you're telling me! - Adebisi killed him.
I was trying to kill Adebisi.
- Why? - He's totally out of control.
He stores up most of the tits that we bring into this place.
I helped your father when he was alive.
I figured you and me could do the same.
Let him go.
[GASPING]
If that fucking mulignane killed my father, I'll take care of him.
Now excuse me, I'm in the middle of a workout.
Well, just so you know, I'm here for you.
Yeah, I heard you the first time.
You believe him?
All rats know when to desert a sinking ship.
He's a smart one, but a rat just the same.
Keep an eye on him.
HILL: Prisoner number 98S112, Peter Schibetta.
Convicted May 19th, '98.
Five counts of extortion, money laundering.
Sentence: 35 years.
[SIREN WAILS]
Up for parole in 20.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
It's open.
- Thank you, officer. - You want me in or out?
Out, please.
Sit there.
You're a tough man to reach all of a sudden.
- What does that mean? - I'm here three weeks,
and this is the first time you'd see me.
- What do you want? - A return favour.
- What kind of favour? - I want the kitchen.
Me and my guys will run it from now on.
- Why? - Because I'm asking.
- That's how it works between us now. - No.
The way it works is you're in my prison.
I don't take orders from you. You take them from me.
This doesn't have to be complicated. All I have to do is make one phone call.
I know.
Your father, he was a respectable man.
We got along, and he never would have pulled this shit with me.
My father lived by a code that doesn't exist anymore.
A code that got him killed.
I do things my way and I'm asking for a favour
in return for a favour you owe me.
So, what's it gonna be?
All right.
You can have the kitchen.
- Thank you, Leo. - Warden Glynn.
We're done here.
Officer Armstrong.
Where do I find a knife?
GLYNN: Adebisi.
- [ADEBISI MURMURING] - Adebisi.
Hey, Adebisi.
Peter Schibetta will be running the kitchen from now on.
Schibetta?
Why are you giving that guinea my job?
- Because I can. - All right.
Well, you tell that guinea fuck something from me, then.
[RAT SQUEALING]
We got rats.
I'm gonna start unwrapping the bandages now.
Dr. Richards thinks that the surgery was successful.
You'll have a scar, but your sight should be nearly fully restored.
Okay.
Tell me if I hurt you.
Okay, open your eye.
- Can you see? - Yes.
Good.
- Let's go get a martini. - What?
You know, when I was a lawyer,
after a long day of trials and tribulations,
we'd all head over to McSwaggins' for a vodka martini.
Dry, one olive.
Man, that would taste so good right now.
Too many martinis is what landed you here in the first place.
Hi. Do you have Schillinger's psych profile ready yet?
Tim and I have to review it before parole hearing.
I'm not finished yet.
- Another day okay? - Sure.
Tobias, pull up Schillinger's file. I'm going to the ladies' room.
She leaves you in here alone?
Why? What do you think I'm gonna do?
Start a riot? Take hostages?
SCHILLINGER: Listen, you're not making any fucking sense.
- What the hell is going on? MAN: I threw them both out.
Those fucking boys of yours are fucking out of control.
Drugs all the time and they're stealing from me to pay for them.
- Where are they? - Who knows and who the fuck cares?
You listen to me, you stupid old bastard, you find them.
- You find my sons. - And then what?
Bring them to Oz for a little heart-to-heart?
Hey, don't you walk away, you cocksucker!
Come on, Dad.
- Get the fuck back here, Dad! MAN: Party's over. Knock it off.
- God! Goddamn it, Dad! - I said, knock it off!
You find my boys!
Well, Vern, baby.
Oh, I knew that was gonna leave a fucking mark.
What you reading? Mein Kampf? Let me tell you how it ends.
The Aryans get their ass kicked. I've been doing some reading myself.
Your psychiatric profile.
According to Sister Peter Marie,
you have demonstrated a genuine personality adjustment.
Bullshit. You're faking it so you can make parole.
I'm gonna see to it that you never leave Oz.
You hear me, sweet pea? Never, ever.
MAN: Fill her up.
- I need an ask. - What kind of ask?
Kill Beecher.
The motherfucker's crazy. Wasting him, that's a pretty big favour.
All right, forget favour.
Job, I'll pay.
No way.
- Mark, how about you? - No way, man.
Anybody?
Huh?
- Pussies. - Fuck you.
Yeah, you kill him.
I wish to Christ I could.
Hey. You guys doing business?
- Depends on what kind of business. - I need somebody to kill Beecher.
[LAUGHS]
Plenty of mooks around here who will whack that nut.
- You? - I'm no mook, pal.
Why don't you try the Latinos?
I thought you had no use for us Latinos?
Will you whack Beecher or not?
Depends on what we get in return.
All right, I work the mail room, right.
I can push whatever you need, in or out, through the system.
- Tits? - Sure.
I thought you were anti-drugs.
I don't care if you smuggle in fucking tacos.
I want Beecher dead. Today.
What else? What else you got?
What the fuck do you mean, what else?
No, mailbox shit is nice, but I want more.
- More? - Everything. Everything you got, man.
Goddamn it, you fucking spic cocksucker.
See? That's the Schillinger I know and love, baby.
Fuck you.
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
- Get the fuck away from me. - Shhh.
You know the wonderful thing about computers?
They don't know right from wrong.
You push a button, they do what you tell them to do.
- People aren't like that. - Get away from me.
Believe it or not, I think you're gonna wanna hear this.
Working in the psych office,
I have access to all the files from the whole prison.
I can change those files to read any which way.
I can take away infractions, or add them.
Like in your file, the one the parole board's gonna see.
- Get the fuck away from me! - What's the problem?
Him! He's the goddamn problem!
Then why are you the one yelling? Take a walk.
[CHUCKLES]
- He's a bug, Wittlesey. - You're all fucking bugs.
- Yeah, what about you? - What are you talking about?
Like I said, I saw everything. I saw you shoot Scott Ross.
Keep moving.
I know about your kid too, and your mom being sick.
You could use some extra cash, right?
Keep fucking moving.
You do Beecher like you did Ross, I'll pay you.
- You'll pay me to kill Beecher? - Two thousand dollars.
My parole hearing's tomorrow. If I get out, what I know goes with me.
I would need the money up front.
I can make a call and wire it to your account.
Okay, soon as I get verification, Beecher's dead.
When the Aztecs first saw the Spaniards on horseback,
they thought the man and the horse were one creature,
and the Aztecs knelt down and worshipped this creature as God.
Sometimes, what you see is not what is.
[BELL RINGS]
Hey, did you see that shit last night between Wittlesey and Beecher?
- They're probably fucking. - She didn't look too romantic to me.
Wittlesey was helping Beecher escape.
He paid her to get him get out of Oz.
- They're fucking. - No, I just heard they been fucking.
But Beecher was gonna tell someone, so Wittlesey tried to kill his ass.
ADEBISI: Say what to who?
That they'd been fucking. He was gonna tell everyone.
O'REILY: So?
So she banging half the COs in this place.
Beecher opens his mouth, that piss off the COs,
so she grabs Beecher, pop, pop.
I ain't seen him this morning. That's for sure.
- That's because he escaped. - I'll tell you, he's dead.
Who gives a fuck? Come on, let's go.
So last night?
- You wanted Beecher dead, right? - Yeah, I wanted him dead.
You paid me, right? Two grand?
Yeah.
You wanna see the body?
[LAUGHS] Shit. Sure.
All right.
It's in here.
What the fuck?
- Nice try, Vern baby. - Beecher.
You got anything to say?
About what? I don't know what you're talking about.
[TAPE SQUEALING]
WITTLESEY: You wanted Beecher dead, right?
SCHILLINGER: Yeah, I wanted him dead.
You can forget about your parole hearing.
Instead, get yourself a good lawyer.
We're charging you with conspiracy to commit murder.
This is bullshit. I'm being set up.
Take him to the hole.
[YELLING]
BEECHER [SINGING]: ♪ And a merry sing-song, happy let us be ♪
♪ Merry was myself And merry I could sing ♪
♪ With a merry ding-dong Happy, gay and free ♪
♪ And a merry sing-song Happy let us be ♪
- What are you so cheerful about? - Hill, you think I'm insane, right?
- Shit, yeah. - Well, maybe I am.
But every once in a while, the lawyer in me still pops out.
- Yeah? - I wanted Schillinger away from me.
Out of Em City, but not free.
I had to figure out a way to get his parole hearing canceled.
I couldn't start a fight with him, or I'd get in trouble.
So I manipulated him.
I got him so psycho that he tried to have me killed.
So now, not only is Schillinger's parole chances dead,
but he's facing ten more years.
[LAUGHING] Boom!
That's good, moyel.
And bad.
With no hope of leaving Oz,
now he's got even more reason to fuck you up.
Yeah, well, thank God I'm crazy because I don't give a shit.
[SINGING] ♪ Merry are the bells And merry would they ring ♪
♪ And merry was my cell And merry I would sing ♪
♪ With a merry ding-dong I became free ♪
♪ And a merry sing-song Happy let us be ♪
- Hi. - Hi.
- Is he in? - With Father Mukada.
- For long? - I don't think so.
Okay, I'll wait.
- So how do you like your new job? - It's fine.
- The warden's a very nice man. - Yeah, he is.
I have to admit, the idea of working in a prison terrified me,
but I've really gotten used to it.
Good.
[PHONE RINGS]
Warden's office.
Sure, uh, hold on a moment.
Warden, your wife's on line three.
- GLYNN: Tell her I'll call her back. - She says it's urgent.
- GLYNN: All right. - Okay.
You know, I know what you were saying about being afraid
because the first couple of weeks here I was a nervous wreck.
- I think you're just being nice. [LAUGHS] No.
It's very hard to imagine you nervous about anything.
Believe me.
- Oh, Leo, good. - I gotta go.
- I just wanna ask you one ques- - I don't know when I'll be back.
Something's happened. Something's wrong.
Diane.
- Are you avoiding me? - No.
Look, I want you to come back and work at Em City.
- I'm happy where I am. - Yeah, but I need you.
[LAUGHS] Oh, sure.
Diane.
The way that you handled this thing on Schillinger...
Schillinger says that you murdered Scott Ross.
You read the commission's report. Ross was shot by the SORT team.
Yeah, but he says he's gonna tell everybody that you shot Ross.
So? No one's gonna listen to Schillinger, Tim.
Especially since I turned him in on Beecher.
- Did you kill Ross? - No.
What, are you gonna believe that Nazi's word over mine?
SISTER PETER: Has to be something, he's just not himself.
MUKADA: I think he's crazy. I think he's really crazy.
SARAH: Excuse me. Warden Glynn just called.
He's not gonna make it back in time,
and he'd like Sister Peter Marie to run the meeting.
- Okay. - Here's the agenda.
Sarah, did he say what happened?
Only that his daughter is in the hospital.
Oh, well, what do you think we should do?
Do what Leo wants. Let's get the meeting started. Good morning.
- Excuse me. SISTER PETER: Item one...
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
- Yeah. SARAH: Warden, it's time for you
to address the prisoners.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Okay.
All right, starting next month,
the librarian will be available in the library
from 1 to 5 pm Monday to Friday only.
Yeah, that's because the rest of the time, she gonna be with me.
[MEN LAUGHING]
- What did you say? - Nothing.
Bring him to my office.
[MEN CLAMORING]
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
- Yeah? SARAH: Miguel Alvarez.
Send him in.
Thank you, officer.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Yo.
Get up!
Man, what the fuck is going on?
You've been reassigned to work here in my office.
Yeah, so, what you need me to do?
Go over to the door.
And?
Stand there.
What, you just want me to stand here?
Until I need you to do something.
[SIGHS]
Yo, I got visiting hours at 4.
My mom and my sisters are coming. So...
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, okay.
[CLEARS THROAT]
[SIGHS]
Really?
Warden?
- Yeah? - It's ten to 4, man.
- Yeah. - Well, I haven't done dick all day, man.
I've been standing here.
My mother and my sisters are coming in ten minutes.
You're right.
You haven't done dick all day.
- Clean my bathroom. - What?
Clean the bathroom. The floor, the sink, scrub the toilet.
And when you're done, when it's spotless,
go meet your family.
- Are you fucking with me? - You're right, I'm fucking with you.
The mop and the bucket are in there.
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
Shit! Shit!
Fuck!
Caught you.
He said he was leaving it right here, but I don't see it.
- What's your name? - Sarah.
Hey, Miguel.
I know.
You and me, it's weird, huh?
I mean, how we don't have much contact.
I'm always on one side of the door, you're always on the other side.
But I see you.
I see you looking at me when you open the door.
[SCOFFS]
I'm not looking at you.
Come on, I see you looking at me looking at you.
I gotta tell you something,
and I know you know,
you're beautiful.
And you are flirting with me.
What, you gonna have me arrested?
- Sarah, where the hell is that file? - I can't find it.
- She's been looking hard, man. - Shut up!
You don't talk unless I speak to you.
And don't you ever, ever talk to her.
- Do you understand? - What, talk to her?
I already fucked her.
[YELLS INDISTINCTLY]
Fuck you! Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off me! You're fucking choking me!
You're fucking choking me! You're choking me!
Get the fuck off!
Fuck you, fuck you!
- MAN: We got him, we got him. - Wanna fuck with me?
- Take him to the hole!
You're a fucking pussy! Don't fucking hit me!
Fuck, come with me. Fucking bitch.
Fuck you. Get the fuck off!
You're bleeding.
[WHIMPERS]
Ah, gymnasium.
The smell of testosterone, the smell of sweat.
You have something to say to me, just say it.
Well, Sarah's thinking about quitting
because of what happened today between you and Alvarez.
Then she should quit.
Well, maybe so, maybe not, but that's not the point.
You know, Leo, when somebody asks me
what's the real Leo Glynn like, the first word that comes to mind:
Balanced. The most balanced person I know.
And the second word:
Honest.
Listen.
I don't want you to tell anybody about this.
You have my word.
My oldest daughter, Ardeth...
she was walking to class.
She's a student, you know, at the university.
They raped her.
Oh, my God.
She's in the hospital.
She's lying there with her eyes open.
Some kind of shock.
She is just the sweetest person on the planet, you know.
I mean, never a bad word to say about anybody.
I know, I know.
So do they have any idea who did this?
Witnesses say they saw a gang of kids.
Latino kids.
Ahhh. So some unknown Latino kid hurts Ardeth,
and you lash out at the first Latino you see?
- No, no. - Leo.
Leo, Miguel Alvarez did not rape your daughter.
And whatever else he's done before,
you are too fine a man to punish him for something he didn't do.
You're going back to Em City.
- Does Glynn know about this? - Yep.
What? Did you convince him to let me out?
Nope.
You know, I haven't seen you since...
- Look, what happened with the riot- - I don't wanna talk about it, Miguel.
Miguel. Miguel!
No! Miguel!
I've already forgiven you, all right?
I expect you'll do the same for Warden Glynn.
Besides horses, the Aztecs had never seen a cannon.
They had never seen such raw, boom power thundering at them.
They was afraid.
Between the cannons and the horses, the fucking comet,
shit, that whirlwind turned pretty fucking fast, son.
Boom! Ah!
Ooh. I don't know.
MAN: Come on, come on, come on.
- Hey, O'Reily. - Yo.
- Did you spill coffee on yourself? - What are you talking about?
Fuck.
NATHAN: Does that hurt?
Well?
Do it again.
This is a medical examination, O'Reily, not foreplay.
Yeah, says you.
Is there any pain when I touch your nipple?
No.
Hm. Has it swelled up or been sore?
A little, but I just figured it's because I've been exercising a lot lately, yeah.
In general, your health has been good?
I'm alive, right?
All right. Well, we'll have to run some blood tests.
- Take some x-rays. - What do you think it is?
Beats me. I'm gonna have to crack open my medical books.
I think we'll keep you in the ward overnight.
No problem, just so long as you come and tuck me in.
NATHAN: Suck out his blood.
Hi.
What's your name?
O'REILY: Blackjack. Read them and weep.
Ryan.
Hold those.
Ryan?
You're calling me Ryan? Can I call you Gloria?
I got your test results from the lab.
Oh, shit. Does that mean I'm going back to Em City, huh?
- I was just starting to get comfortable. - You're not leaving quite yet.
This lump under your left nipple, it's a tumor.
I need to do what we call an aspiration.
We draw a small amount of fluid out of the nipple
and examine it under a microscope.
- To look for what? - A carcinoma.
Ryan...
you may have breast cancer.
[LAUGHS]
That's funny.
I'm not kidding.
Breast cancer?
- Girls get breast cancer. - Men do too.
It's rare, especially at your age, but it does happen.
- I'm not a fag, you know that? - Ryan-
No, I've been in this shit hole for over a year,
and I ain't ever taken it up the ass.
No one is saying that you have.
Bullshit! You're telling me I've got a chick's disease!
- Men have breasts, same as women. - What the fuck are you talking about?
I don't got any breasts. I got a chest. See it, huh?
- See it? MAN: Dr. Nathan?
It's okay, it's okay.
You listen to me.
You go back inside your medical books.
You suck out more of my blood.
You do what you gotta do, but you get me another verdict.
You understand me?
Because I ain't got any fucking breast cancer.
[SIGHS]
Fuck.
Well, you can't really blame him for overreacting.
I mean, men with breast cancer? Who's ever heard of it?
Gloria, are you absolutely positive about the diagnosis?
Look, I'm a GP.
It's not the kind of thing I come across every day,
but I called a friend of mine who's an oncologist,
ran the specifics down.
He said he'd be hard pressed to figure out what else it indicates.
- So do the needle aspiration. - O'Reily says no.
He's in denial.
Now, if he does have it, he's gonna need all our help
to accept the reality of what's happening to him.
To fight the disease.
I have a pretty good relationship with him. I'll talk to him.
I think, you know, maybe I should.
Maybe he'll feel more comfortable talking about it with a guy.
- Maybe he'll be embarrassed. - Well, see him together.
No, then he'll think that we're ganging up on him.
- Got the perfect solution here. - What?
- Sister Pete, heads or tails? - Heads.
Ryan.
All of a sudden everyone's on a first-name basis with me?
Look, Dr. Nathan told me about the cancer.
Hey. For christ sakes, would you?
I don't need every asshole in here knowing about my business.
We can go into my office if you want.
For what? We got nothing to say to each other.
Nathan's got this whole thing screwed up.
Maybe.
But the only way we're gonna know for sure
is if we do the biopsy.
Let's just say, for the sake of argument, that she's right.
Then what, huh?
I go back into Em City, those fucks find out.
You know as well as I do, any weakness,
any weakness at all, and I'm dead.
Look, if you do have...
If you're sick and you don't do anything about it,
you're dead anyway.
Don't you see that?
If this shit spreads through your body,
then everybody's gonna know the truth.
And by then it will be too late to save your life.
I'm sorry.
Yeah.
HILL: So here's the funny part.
The Spaniards actually exterminated the Aztecs by accident.
Yeah, they had the horses and the cannons,
but they also brought over smallpox.
It was a disease that finally finished the job.
A disease the Spanish gave the Aztecs without even knowing.
In Oz, we do what we can to survive.
But ultimately, it doesn't matter.
Life always gets in the way.