"Know thyself." That's what Socrates said.
Or Aristotle, or one of them dead white men.
To know yourself,
that's the hardest thing any one of us can ever do.
Except that I felt very guilty. That was very much a Catholic thing.
[GASPS]
[PRISON ALARM BUZZES]
- MURPHY: Hey, Keller. - Yo.
Yeah, I got you scheduled for a 10 a.m. session with Sister Peter Marie.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Well, it's almost 10 now.
Yeah, you know something, I don't wanna go.
I wanna check in some gym time.
Suit yourself. You take him.
[DOOR ALARM BUZZES]
Keller gone?
Never came. Second appointment he's missed.
- Is he okay? - Yeah.
He seems okay. We don't really talk much.
When you do talk,
has he ever said anything about our sessions?
BEECHER: Nope.
Sister Pete, are you all right?
Yeah.
- You're lying. Heh, heh, heh. - I swear.
What's going on with you and Sister Peter Marie?
Going on?
You missed two appointments and she's a mess.
Oh.
Don't know what you're talking about.
If you're gonna fuck with her, Keller, I'm gonna fuck with you.
Fucking bitch.
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
What was that about?
KELLER: It's his time of the month.
All right, let's go.
Miguel's on his way.
Hello, Miguel. Thank you, officer.
SISTER PETER: Eugene and Tina Rivera, Miguel Alvarez.
All right, everybody,
our purpose here today is to, uh, provide an environment for discussion.
Sit down, Miguel.
To ask and answer questions,
to share experiences.
Now, a few ground rules.
Allow me to lead the meeting.
Refrain from interruptions.
Tell the truth.
No profanity.
And most importantly, listen.
Okay, why don't you begin, Eugene?
I can't see you, Alvarez.
I'm looking right at you and I can't see you.
Can you see me?
- What? - Yeah.
Can you see my wife?
Yes.
RIVERA: You're a lucky man.
I asked Tina to marry me because I wanted to wake up every day
for the rest of my life and see her face first thing.
But instead,
because of you, I'll never see her face again.
Do you know something about me which I don't?
A reason I deserved this?
- No. SISTER PETER: Miguel,
have you thought about what this might be like for him?
- Kind of. - Kind of?
So why go after me, huh?
Not Metzger, not Wittlesey, not Glynn.
Or McManus or Sister Pete.
Me, Alvarez. Why?
- Answer him, goddammit! SISTER PETER: Tina.
No. He's asking why. Why do we have to live with this?
Why do we have to argue about having a kid?
We shouldn't have to argue about having a kid.
- Tina, please. Please, sit down. - Yeah, honey, sit.
SISTER PETER: You see, Miguel, that's why Eugene and Tina are here.
Tell them why it happened.
I can't.
RIVERA: Was it a gang thing?
Did you do it because of Hernandez?
You earned your cojones by blinding me?
It started out that way, yeah.
But, uh, this place...
I hate this fucking place.
What it did to my grandpa, my dad and me.
ALVAREZ: I don't know you, you know?
I had nothing against you.
It's your uniform, bro.
There was an hermano in that uniform, man.
I want my eyes back.
I know.
- Sorry. - You're what?
- I'm sorry. RIVERA: No.
I said I want my eyes back. Give them back to me.
- I can't. - Why not? You took them.
- Forgive me? - Fuck you.
Eugene.
Miguel asked you a question.
Can you forgive him?
- Not today. SISTER PETER: All right.
But let's leave the door open for the possibility of another meeting, okay?
SISTER PETER: Eugene?
Maybe.
HILL: Clark Kent is the secret identity of Superman.
I never understood why Superman needed a secret identity.
Listen, if I'm invulnerable, right? If all the chicks want me,
why would I disguise myself as a four-eyed wimp?
The truth:
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
Superman is schizophrenic. Hmm? Yeah.
Superman's id is fucking with his superego.
The man's conflicted, no doubt about it.
Hey.
- Hello, Chris. - Hiya, Sister.
- Can I talk to you? - Sure. Let's go in here.
Game on.
Sorry about this.
You missed our last two sessions. Why?
Ever since our last time together when you got me to open up,
I've been afraid to come back.
Afraid to expose any more of myself to you.
I mean, you know, the reality is, Sister, I hate myself.
All the more reason why you should have come to me.
You're probably right.
Do you know what it's like to want somebody?
To long for them? And I'm not talking about sex.
Just to touch them.
Yeah.
Of course you do.
You're a psychologist, you're a nun.
But you're a woman first.
You know about desire.
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
- Everything all right in there, Sister? - I'm fine.
- I can help you, Chris. - I know you can. Talk to Beecher.
Counsel him. Convince him.
Tell him that you love him, and that he loves you.
Mm-hm.
And that's what this has all been about, hasn't it?
The sessions, the questions about my personal life,
getting me to care.
So I can help you reach Beecher.
You can do it. He trusts you.
You still don't see it, do you?
That's the whole problem, Chris.
He trusted you. You broke his trust. Now he can't trust you again.
Yeah, but I've changed.
Have you?
You manipulated me the way you did him,
[EXHALES]
And I don't trust you anymore.
Wait a minute. Sister, wait a minute.
Chris.
[SOFTLY] Let go of me.
Hell hath no fury, huh, Sister?
[CHUCKLES]
SISTER PETER [IN VOICE-OVER]: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
I had lust in my heart.
MUKADA: You haven't acted on this lust?
No.
- But, uh... - You may.
No.
Then?
Well, it's opened up all these feelings in me.
Feelings that I thought I had paved over years ago.
And, uh, now that I'm back in touch with these feelings, I...
Well, it seems wrong to shut them off again.
I owe it to my soul
to be all of the things that I am,
all of the parts of myself.
And so?
I've decided to leave the convent.
To stop being a nun.
Come on, help yourself out.
We found the heroin on you, in your pocket.
Where did you get it?
[ANSWERS IN SPANISH]
Don't fuck with me, Hernandez.
I could tack on another five just for obstruction.
And think what I could do with the possession charge.
[ANSWERS IN SPANISH]
I got two more of your compadres to talk to,
and I'm willing to bet at least one of them values his ass over yours.
Get him the fuck out of here.
[WHISPERS]
- Carlo, wanna help me out? - Help? How?
Oh, I know you think you're badass like Hernandez and Guerra,
but I've been watching you. You're not. Your family visits regularly.
You come from a better place than those two other fucks.
Now, I can make life a lot easier for you.
Where is Hernandez getting the drugs?
[ANSWERS IN SPANISH]
Take him back to the hole.
Until you talk, you will not see an inch of daylight.
If I find out what I need to know from anybody else, you'll never see it again.
[MIMICS HERNANDEZ AND RICARDO IN SPANISH]
I'm here to see my brother, Carlo Ricardo.
Ricardo.
No, sorry.
- But it is visiting day, isn't it? - Yes, but your brother's in ADSEG.
- What's that? - It means he's been segregated.
He's had his privileges taken away, including visitation rights.
- But I have to see him. - Sure. Not today.
- You don't understand. - If I had a nickel
for every time I didn't understand, you'd be talking to an empty chair.
- Where's your superior? - Miss, I'm really trying to be pleasant.
I am not leaving until I talk to someone in charge.
In Oz, see, we don't really take too well to demands.
I have to see my brother.
Well, he got caught dealing drugs and he refuses to talk,
so we don't have any choice but to keep him in the hole.
- Well, can I see him in there? - You'll come back when he gets out.
No, you don't understand. I am all he's got.
- Well... Luis is disappearing, days at a time.
Isabella, fucking baby crying. Juan is an asshole.
Mommy goes between the apartment, work, and the hospital.
- I'm sorry, but... I got a job in Oakland.
It's good money. I have to take it to support my family.
I leave tomorrow.
I can't get there and right away say I gotta go to see my brother in prison.
They don't even know I have a brother in prison.
I don't want him to think that I've abandoned him, that he's dead to me.
Just for one minute, to tell him. Just one minute, I promise.
I'm sorry.
I can't. There's just no way.
But you can write him a note
and I'll see that he gets it.
This will kill him.
Lopresti, I gotta split.
Do me a favour, take this to Carlo Ricardo in the hole.
- Okay. - Thanks a lot. See you tomorrow.
Hey, Lopresti, since when do you take messages to that fucking spic?
Yeah, fuck that.
[SNIFFLES]
[CRIES]
Oh, you ain't so bad now, hack.
- Hello, Roger. - Lenore.
- Long time, huh? - Look at you. You look great.
Thank you. You know, I'm just dropping Clayton off
and I wanted to say hi to Leo.
- He was supposed to meet us here. - My car is still in the shop.
Clayton's embarrassed.
- I am not, Mom. - It's all right.
It's good to see you and good to have Clayton with us.
Yeah. Oh, my. Oh, my.
LENORE: Ah.
It's so strange being back in here.
Yeah, I can imagine.
You know, I told your wife this morning I didn't think I could come in this door,
but Clayton's never been happier.
- He loves this job. - Mom.
I have something for you. Found it in the attic.
You and Sammy were so young.
Yeah, we were.
Thanks, Lenore.
Keep him there, close to your heart.
And this one too, keep him safe.
- Of course. Don't you worry. [WHISPERS] Bye.
LENORE: Happy birthday, Clayton. GLYNN: Happy birthday.
- I got it. MUKADA: I can't find them.
- It's the drawer on the right. - Right.
Nope.
We can't have a birthday cake without candles.
- I'll go into town and I'll buy some. - Hughes' shift starts in 10 minutes.
I got everybody meeting at the library at 12.
You know, this is a really great idea, throwing Clayton a surprise party.
Yeah, well, my heart goes out to the kid.
One, because I know what it's like starting work here,
everybody thinking you don't have the balls for the job.
Two, his dad.
I've been checking into that,
the circumstances surrounding his dad's death.
- Did you find anything out? - I talked to William Giles,
who was in the cafeteria when Hughes got stabbed.
He claims- And I don't even know whether to believe him or not.
If I do believe him, I don't know what to do.
And if I do something, who knows what'll happen.
Ray, you're raving.
He says that Sam Hughes was stabbed by Leo.
Leo who? DiCaprio?
- Glynn. - Leo Glynn?
- Yes. - Giles is delusional.
I know. You know, I dismiss it and then I think:
'"Well, maybe that's why the murderer was never identified."
Something tells me that Leo has never told the whole truth.
What about a votive candle?
- What? - For the cake.
Can't we steal some of those candles you use at Mass?
Yeah, I guess. I'll go get some. I'll go meet you in the library.
Ray.
If you seriously doubt Leo, you owe it to the man to tell him.
[CHEERING AND CLAPPING]
Hey, Leo, you got a minute?
- Sure. Walk me to my office. - Okay.
Look, like I told you, I'm talking to people about Sam Hughes.
Hmm? Yes. Did you come up with something?
- Well, maybe. William Giles. - Who, that loony tunes?
Look, I don't think that he's so much crazy, as just afraid to be sane.
- And he claims... Well, he says... - What?
That you killed Sam Hughes.
Leo, you have talked to Clayton about what happened.
You have told him the truth.
But if there is more to that truth, then he has a right to hear it.
However hard it is for you to say.
Goddammit, Ray. I don't have to explain myself to you.
No, you don't.
But you do to Clayton.
It's like a confession:
It needs to be made once.
And only to the person who can absolve you.
Get the fuck out of my office.
- Hey, it's time to open up. - Go ahead, we're almost done.
- Thanks for this, Diane. - Oh, sure.
Promise me when my birthday comes, we don't celebrate it.
- Hey, O'Reily. - Hey, what?
Your brother fight like a girl, man.
Yeah? You wanna go a couple rounds with him?
- I'll take you and your brother. O'REILY: You and what fucking army?
Hey, knock it off.
Hey, don't talk to me, man. Talk to the brother here.
- CLAYTON: Sit down. - I didn't come to sit down.
- Sit the fuck down. - What are you gonna do, spank me?
- You got a problem? - Get your fucking hands-
CLAYTON: Fuck.
WITTLESEY: Get the fuck out.
Oh. Don't, don't, don't.
- She gonna be okay? - A few stitches, mild concussion.
- What the fuck were you thinking? - I was trying to maintain order.
The way I hear it, it wasn't much to maintain.
- I've warned you before. - So, what, are you gonna fire me?
Sit down.
[EXHALES]
I wanna tell you about the day your father died.
GLYNN: Your dad and I were both on duty.
I made up my mind when I first walked into Oz
that I was gonna treat each situation as a worst-case scenario.
Sam knew better.
And he tried to hold me back. Tried.
But I was... I was too young,
too determined,
too stupid.
I broke the fight apart.
Then I tripped or slipped on the slop on the floor,
and I was stunned, losing control. Then all my wind left.
Your dad had to get involved.
GLYNN: You okay?
Okay.
He fell right next to me.
I didn't know what the fuck was happening.
By then, other officers responded.
I just held him until he died.
In my arms,
at the hands of my stupidity.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
[EXHALES AND CLEARS THROAT]
- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
It's just I have to go home to my daughter looking like this now.
Diane, when I heard you got hurt, I went crazy.
- Tim, don't. - Don't what?
Don't be honest?
Look, I...
I've been thinking, or feeling...
I know I've been all over the place and back with this thing.
But maybe we could try it again. Together.
If I didn't have this golf ball on my head
I would think that was more political than romantic.
What do you mean by that?
Ah, if it isn't the lovebirds.
I knew a man, worked on Wall Street,
wore a bra and panties under his Brooks Brothers suit.
Every day, he'd sit in meetings
making harsh decisions and cold business deals.
Yet underneath, he felt pretty. Oh, so pretty.
- Done. - And?
And I'm telling you, Mr. Nappa, and I'm not prone to hyperbole,
but this may be the greatest true-crime book since In Cold Blood.
Really. I never read that.
It was chilling. This is better.
We're gonna send this to that literary agent right now.
Yeah, hey, be careful. If any of the other wise guys find out
I wrote a book about the Mob, we're dead.
Oh, I'll be careful.
And to celebrate, I wanna make dinner.
And I think we should get dressed to the nines.
- Come on, please. - We'll see, we'll see.
Officer, I'm not feeling very well.
Would it be possible for me to go to the ER?
Give him the carton.
Yo, your friend's gonna take care of that other matter for me, right?
Fucking rat.
- Did I overdress? - Oh, Jesus.
Ta-da!
You know, you look a lot like my ex-wife.
- Thanks. - That's not a compliment.
[IN DEEP VOICE] Sit. [WHISPERS] That's nice.
- Pour this. - Wine.
You're not the only one who can move merchandise.
There you go.
And me.
To your book, to your life, and the successful completion of both.
- I ain't dead yet. - No, you're not.
NAPPA: Pretty good.
In his day, Antonio Nappa was a great man.
He was like a father to me.
- Well, more like an uncle. GUARD: Lights out!
Mr. Nappa?
[NAPPA STRAINING AND STRUGGLING]
The good citizens of Gotham City have to be the dumbest fucks on the planet.
They got Batman and Robin saving their asses
from the Riddler and Joker and such.
They also got millionaire Bruce Wayne and his ward Dick Grayson
in the headlines every day.
Batman and Robin. Bruce and Dick.
Now you mean to tell me nobody ever put two and two together?
I wanna see the warden.
- What for? - My business.
Adebisi, you ought to know by now that your business is my business.
- I wanna file a complaint. - About?
Tim McManus.
You're accusing McManus of sexual harassment?
That's right.
What did he do to you?
Not me. Kenny Wangler.
Yesterday, he touched Kenny's penis.
Officer.
Bring Wangler in.
GLYNN: Sit down.
This is a very serious charge.
- And if I find out you're lying... - I ain't lying.
[GLYNN SIGHS]
The burden of truth is on you.
Look, it ain't like I ain't had to deal with guys in here groping on me.
I just been all fucked up lately, sad about my life and whatnot.
And McManus puts his arm around my shoulder like a friend,
only it's not like a friend.
I was gonna just blow it off, but Adebisi was like, "Don't."
He says what goes on with us prisoners is one thing
and what goes on with McManus is something else.
- MCMANUS: He said what? - That you fondled him.
That is complete horseshit. I tried to comfort him.
Leo, you're not taking any of this seriously, are you?
Claire Howell accuses you of sexual harassment.
- But she's full of shit too. - Yeah.
I'd like to know when it stops.
When it stops being everybody else's problem.
You make it sound like I'm a sex addict.
Maybe you are.
Since the day you came to Oz, I've watched you jump in and out of beds.
I held my tongue,
even though I thought what you were doing was pretty disgusting.
- Wangler's lying. - Probably.
Maybe there are other inmates who never stepped forward.
You know what, I don't know.
And I don't know how to find out.
But if this is true,
you're finished here.
- ADEBISI: Rick Donn? - Yes.
I'm a big fan of your news program. Very hard-hitting.
Thank you. You said on the phone that you have a story for me?
Yes. It's all about sex.
[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Can we get a comment about this sexual harassment charge?
Get out of my office!
DONN: In an exclusive,
Channel 2 News has learned that Tim McManus,
the unit manager at Oswald Correctional Facility,
has been repeatedly accused of sexually harassing both inmates
and correctional officers.
McManus was initially accused of harassing
a female officer, Claire Howell.
The State's attorney has confirmed
that the Howell case was settled out of court.
HOWELL: Oh, boy, Miss Sally.
Do you think her boobs are real?
They're taking Wangler to Gen Pop now.
- Call your lawyer? - Yep.
- And she said? - Be patient.
Go about your life.
Act normal.
Acting normal is what got me into trouble in the first place.
- It's gonna be all right, man. - Yeah.
Hello, I'm Tim McManus.
Yes, hello. I really appreciate your coming,
taking time out of what I know is a busy, busy schedule.
Well, to tell you the truth, I'm very curious as to why you asked me here.
Please, be seated.
- Would you like some tea? - No.
- May I call you Tim? - Sure.
Well, Tim,
in the past few weeks I've suffered a series of stunning blows.
- Richie Hanlon's murder. - Yeah, we're still investigating.
And yesterday, my new lawyer, who is court-appointed
and who I do not like at all,
told me that the State Supreme Court rejected my final appeal.
Next Thursday is the date set for the...
execution.
[SIGHS]
It's the first time I've said that word out loud.
"'The execution." My execution.
The warden informed me that I may choose the means in which I will die
and I was hoping you might help me pick one out.
Me?
Richie always spoke so highly of you.
Said you were a good man.
Did he?
If you were going to die, which way would you choose?
Well, I'm, uh...
[EXHALES]
I'm not sure. Uh...
They say that lethal injection is the least painful.
Oh, pain's definitely part of the consideration.
- I would say the only consideration. - No.
The style in which I die
must have a sort of lyricism, if you will, some significance.
Ah.
There's the gas chamber.
Oh! They say the gas turns your skin green.
Well, how about a hanging?
When you die, your feet do a little dance.
A little dance of death.
Well, Richie was right about you.
A hanging, that's perfect.
I wanna go out of this life dancing.
Thank you, kind sir.
You know, Richie had a little crush on you.
Did he?
Uh-huh.
And I can see why.
Officer.
You mustn't despair over this sexual-harassment thing.
You know about that?
Even on death row, rumor lives.
Next item, puncture-resistant vests. Diane?
Well, we all know that attacks on COs are on the rise.
One every hour, 10,000 a year.
These vests,
they're similar to the Kevlar ones worn by the cops on the street,
except these are shank-proof as well as bulletproof.
They also cost $400 apiece.
I don't have that kind of money.
MCMANUS: You ready for this?
Gloria Nathan just examined Shirley Bellinger. She's pregnant.
Holy fuck.
[BABY COOS]
Cyril, would you please settle the fuck down?
- I'm boxing. O'REILY: Yeah, I know.
O'Reily. Yo. Whoa, slugger.
Cyril, Cyril, Cyril. isn't it about time for Miss Sally's Schoolyard?
- No. - Cyril, go outside and wait, all right?
O'REILY: Cyril, please.
- Hey, O'Reily. - Yo.
Who you betting on in today's fight, Khan or the faggot?
Neither. I'm sitting this out.
You've bet on the winner every match. How come you decide to sit this out?
Because whoever wins today's fight, has to fight my brother next week.
- Don't wanna bring a jinx. - Never took you for superstitious.
Hey, I'm a man of logic, I'm a man of planning.
I consider every detail, I factor in every possibility.
Then I flip a coin.
Okay, but if you were gonna bet, who would you bet on?
All right.
Khan, he's got the power and the discipline.
So you're saying the Muslim?
- Cramer's got the speed and the style. - So you're saying the faggot?
HOYT: Look at that fucking retard.
Yo, Cyril. Cyril. Cut it out, man.
HOYT: Get away from me. O'REILY: Hey.
- Hey. What's going on? HOYT: Fuck off.
HOYT: Hey, back off. O'REILY: Cyril, stop it.
Fucking fruitcake.
- O'REILY: Stop. - I'm boxing. I'm boxing.
Sorry about that, Officer Murphy.
Ever since he beat Pancamo, my brother's been a little frisky.
- Save your fists for the ring, all right? - Yes, sir.
Watch your brother, O'Reily, okay?
You don't want him disqualified because he ended up in the hole.
What the fuck are you thinking, huh?
When I fight, people cheer, right?
- Yeah. - Well, I like when they cheer.
I'm not scared anymore.
That's good, Cyril, but you don't have to fight all the time, okay?
- I don't? - No, you don't.
But, Ryan, you do.
The man you're boxing today
represents all that's repulsive to our faith regarding sexual desire.
Your victory over Jason Cramer will be a victory for purity.
For righteousness.
For Allah.
Hello, boys.
Go away, Adebisi. We're in the middle of our study group.
How do you know I don't want to learn about lslam?
KHAN: You serious?
Plenty of things have happened. Beecher and Said.
Adebisi, get to your point.
My point is simple. We all share the same skin,
they don't.
Don't beat Cramer because he likes boys,
beat him because he's white.
Hey.
What do you want, Schillinger?
[CORRECTING THE PRONUNCIATION] Schillinger.
What I want is for you to focus on something other than your dick.
You know, all this time we've been in Unit B together,
you've never given two shits about me.
Now that I'm boxing that Muslim, you're my best pal.
Must have been kind of hard deciding who to root for, huh?
Let's see, the fag or the nigger?
But then again, you know more about what it's like having your cock sucked
than having an Afro.
You better watch your mouth, Tinkerbell,
or Khan's gonna win by default.
[SCOFFS]
Fruit. You fucking fruit. Fruit!
[ALL YELLING]
[BELL DINGS]
Kill that white bitch!
MUSLIMS: Kill the white bitch. Kill the white bitch.
Kill the white bitch. Kill the white bitch.
[BELL DINGS]
Come on, man, you ain't tired.
[BELL DINGS]
Great work. Good job, baby. That's right.
- All right, all right, all right. - Shut up.
From the judges' scorecard,
we have from Judge 1, 30-29, Khan.
[CHEERING]
Hell, yeah!
- Judge 2 has it 29-28, Cramer. - Yes.
[CROWD BOOS]
And Judge 3 has it 30-29,
and the winner by split decision:
Hamid Khan.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
You see that? Huh?
People live their whole lives thinking they know who they are.
Husband, mother, son, lawyer, doctor,
pizza delivery boy, Baptist, Jew,
Muslim, Italian, Irish, Wasp, black,
white, yellow, male, female.
Then something comes along and blows all those illusions to shit,
and you're left with the truth.
The lonely, terrifying truth.
[PRAYING]
Beecher, you are Said's bodyguard.
Well, sort of.
Not really.
I wanna see him.
Up and down, life in Oz.
First I was king, then I was loony, now I'm king again.
Congratulations.
You and me, we come at the world from different paths.
But there's something about you I've always admired.
And me, you.
You are alone.
But it doesn't have to be that way.
Join me.
- I am very honored. - But you refuse.
[MOUTHS]
- They will kill you, you know? - Probably.
Beecher can't protect you.
Probably not.
But I am ready to take whatever journey Allah has chosen for me.
[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
We could never hurt Said because he always had goddamn bodyguards.
Now we get to kill him and Beecher.
- Can I sit here? - No.
Well, that's kind of stupid.
You need the firepower.
No.
Fuck you both.
Beecher.
You came to me wanting to learn how to get closer to God
because of your part in the death of Andrew Schillinger.
The guilt you carry can only be lightened by forgiveness.
- I wanna be forgiven. - So you must forgive.
Schillinger and Keller.
[SCOFFS]
- I can't. - Beecher, you must.
What about you?
Don't you have to forgive Hamid Khan?
You better stay here.
Peace be unto you.
Salaam alaikum, my brothers.
Nasim, let him in.
So, what do you want, black man?
Oh, Khan.
Five years ago, I was a very different man.
Selfish, ambitious, manipulative, arrogant.
One day I'm in Mecca, and the words of the prophet, praise be your name,
filled me with the grace and the glory of Allah.
I wanted nothing more than to show others
the visions I had seen, the possibilities.
I studied, became a teacher, a leader,
but despite all my righteous intentions,
I was still selfish, ambitious, manipulative,
and even more arrogant.
What's happened over the past few months
has humbled me.
I have been humbled.
But not by you.
By God.
Stripped of everything else,
I have nothing left but Allah.
And that is more than enough.
Peace be unto you, my brother.
MAN: What the hell was that?
[SAID YELLS]
In the name of Allah, the magnificent and merciful,
I bear witness that there is but one God.
[EXHALES]
I confess my faults.
Guide me to the right path.
My prayers, my life, my death,
are all for Allah.
KELLER: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck!
That's not how you do it.
Oh, fuck.
Hey, I loved Said's floor show out there.
I wanna talk to you.
All right. What?
Said has helped me see things a lot more clearly, Chris.
- And-KELLER: Chris?
Chris. Heh.
KELLER: Chris.
I forgive you.
And I ask that you forgive me.
- I love you. BEECHER: I love you.
Kiss me.
[SPEAKS IN ARABIC]
O'REILY: Let's go, faster. Come on.
Stop fucking around. This is important. Faster, Cyril. Faster.
- O'Reily, come here. - I'm busy. Faster, Cyril.
- There's money in the air. - Keep working.
- I want you to help me kill Said. - Said? He's nobody anymore.
Even so, I gotta think of a way to bring him down.
Without Beecher suspecting, right, Keller?
Truth is, bro, you don't gotta do nothing.
Rumor has it the Aryans are gonna whack Said.
KELLER: Yeah? When? O'REILY: I'd say right now.
I know you're gonna think this is bullshit,
but I feel badly about my part in Andy's death.
I'm so sorry.
[BEECHER EXHALES]
Losing a kid,
there's nothing worse.
And I wanna make it up to you.
How?
How the fuck could you ever make that up to me?
You have another son, you don't know where he is.
Through the private investigators at my old law office, I could find him.
That's supposed to even the score? Make everything okay between us?
It's a start.
Beecher, you're crazier than I thought.
There's only one thing that's gonna make this all okay.
You dead.
No!
Cyril, Cyril, Cyril, no.
[PRISON ALARM BUZZING]
SAID: Beecher. Beecher.
SAID: Beecher. KELLER: Ah, Jesus. Fuck.
[KELLER GRUNTS]
[ALL SHOUTING]
MURPHY: Lock-down.
[YELLING INDISTINCTLY]
MURPHY: Come on. Move it. Let's go. Move it.
HILL: People are defined by three things:
Their heads,
how they think.
Their hearts,
what they feel.
Their dicks,
who they fuck.
At the end of the day,
each of us has to answer one question.
One, not so simple question:
'"Who am I?
Who am I?"'