Most prisons manufacture things:
license plates, clothes, computer chips.
In Oz, we do one thing better than anybody:
[CLICKS, ACTIVATES]
Revenge.
Yeah, we churn out revenge
with greater precision than a Ford assembly line.
We're world renowned.
And I'm happy to say for us,
revenge is a growth industry.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
What the fuck you all looking at?
All right, warden wants to see you.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[CAGE DOOR CLOSES]
We believe you arranged to have Bian Yixue killed.
And your belief is based on what?
On Bian coming to me and saying that you threatened him.
McManus, do I look stupid to you?
You warned me that if anything happened to those illegals
I'd be held accountable.
And then the next day I go out and grease the guy?
Fuck that!
Maybe you grease him assuming I think you're too smart to.
And maybe somebody set me up.
[SIGHS]
- We have no evidence. - Only the word of a dead man.
Thanks for arranging my stay in the cage.
I ain't gonna forget it.
So much for fucking Plan A.
And that's why they call it Plan A, Chucky.
Because there's still a Plan B, C, D,
all the way to fucking Z if we need it.
We ain't got time to go through the whole fucking alphabet.
This cocksucker's gonna make a move on us, and soon.
Hey, yo, Glynn. My shower don't work, man.
I'm fucking stinking in here, man. Come on, man!
WHITE: Warden, I got some big news for you.
You gotta hear me out, warden. I got serious 411 here.
Warden.
Warden, warden, you gotta let me out.
I gotta talk to you. Can you hear?
You wanted to see me?
Got a proposition.
- You patted him down? - Yes, sir.
Close the door, but stay close by.
All right.
What?
I know me and you, we've had some bad shit between us, right?
And I know you're planning on keeping me in solitary for the rest of my life.
See, but I can't be in solitary for the rest of my life.
Because I'll be a fucking zombie.
Especially after being on the outside again, you know.
Get to the point.
Put me back in the Em City,
and in return I'll be your eyes and I'll be your ears.
- An informant? - Yeah.
Whatever you need to know, I'll find it out.
- And your loyalty to El Norte? - Fuck them.
It was fucking Hernandez who tried to get me killed,
put me in this fucking shithole.
Alvarez, you are in this shithole
because you are the lowest form of animal life.
Do you understand me?
So your answer's no?
My answer's yes.
You're also the perfect snitch.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
[LAUGHS]
You got busted going into Mexico?
What are you, stupid or what, Alvarez?
[INMATES TAUNTING, LAUGHING]
Spic and span, Alvarez.
INMATE: Bring me back some pussy, man.
[BELL RINGS]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
Miguel Alvarez. I was wondering when you'd come to see me.
You know, a lot's happened since I escaped.
Hernandez is dead.
And that makes you feel how?
Happy.
I hated that fucking cocksucker.
Honesty. I like honesty.
But I hear sometimes you're too honest.
Look, man, I don't give a fuck.
You in charge now. That's all you, man.
I just want back in.
Tell me what I gotta do.
[CHUCKLES]
See that man over there? Burr Redding?
- Yeah. - Kill him.
"Vengeance is mine," sayeth the Lord.
That's right. According to the Bible,
revenge is the exclusive property of God Almighty.
But if God admits to using revenge,
and if God can only do good,
does that mean revenge is good?
Does that mean if we are made in God's image,
then revenge becomes not an act of hate, but a holy crusade?
A blessed thing?
All right. Next item, Gloria.
The Wygert corporation has asked us to participate
in testing a new drug that they're developing.
I'm against using prisoners as guinea pigs.
Participation would be voluntary.
Why would one of these jackasses volunteer?
Benefit humanity? Come on.
Well, Wygert has also contacted the governor,
who's agreed to reduce the sentences of those prisoners
who cooperate in the experiment.
Jeez, what does this drug do? Cure cancer?
No, it's actually designed to reduce overcrowding in prisons.
Instead of serving the time he's sentenced,
the criminal would take a pill and age the same number of years.
Age? What do you mean, like grow old?
- Yes. - This is real?
Widespread use is probably a decade away, but the tests we do here
will be the preliminary findings upon which further research will be based,
until the FDA approves.
Let me get this straight. If a 20- year-old is supposed to serve 30 years,
the drug physically transforms his body into that of a 50-year-old?
Yes.
[PUTS DOWN PEN]
And he goes free.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
There-Ahem, there are, of course, dangers.
Several of the lab animals developed heart problems, tumors, two died.
Now, we're not completely sure how the drug interacts with humans.
At what rate you would age
or if you would age more years than you're supposed to.
The risk is great. The sacrifice is great.
That's why the reward is great too.
Beecher, you gonna sign up?
I don't know. My daughter needs me full-time,
but, I mean, what's it gonna be like for her,
me coming out looking older than my grandfather?
- You? - No, I can't. I'm in for life.
Only pill they could give me is cyanide.
Norma and I are getting married.
It'd be nice to have a normal life together,
but I'm afraid to die.
Yo, you stay in here, you got no guarantees you live. I'm in.
Me too. I'll take a tumor over this place any day.
The program is immoral. It's unnatural.
I know, but still, my father had a stroke.
I'd like to be with him before he dies.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
- Oh! Jeez. - Hey, stud.
These kitchen whites you're wearing are so sexy.
- I just love a man in uniform. - No.
- Look, not here. Not now. - Why? You got a headache?
I told you, we can't be doing this anymore. It's fucking crazy.
And I told you it's up to me when we stop.
I could go to the warden.
That'd sure stop me from fucking you.
Of course, then I'd have to find someone else.
- Someone as handsome as you. - God.
Hey, I know. How about your brother, Cyril?
[LAUGHS]
All right.
Today you're gonna play the little Dutch boy
who stuck his finger in the dike.
[LAUGHS]
CYRIL: Mm-hm.
Listen, Brenda. The candy came yesterday.
It was very good.
Let's go, you fucking retard.
I especially liked the chocolate with the nuts.
[SHRIEKS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[INMATES SHOUTING]
Let go of him, Cyril!
Break it up! Break it up!
CYRIL: I'll fucking kill you!
OFFICER: Settle down!
[SCREAMING]
Cyril's behaviour continues to be erratic.
I think that we should seriously consider
transferring him to the Conley Institute.
Separating him from his brother's only gonna make him worse.
Yeah, but then he's not gonna be our problem.
- How about that rain check? - Huh?
Dinner? What are you doing tonight?
I'm working late. Dr. Prestopnik has a charity event.
- Tomorrow night? - Maybe. We'll see.
Time, it's just so fucked up, especially here in Oz.
You start thinking about the time that you've wasted
and the time that you have left to serve
and the time that you have left to live.
Look...
I heard about what you're doing, testing this new drug.
You gotta help me and my brother get out of this place.
Please, Gloria, make me old.
- O'Reily's not a viable candidate. - Why not?
Because inmates in this program have to be eligible for parole.
O'Reily's in for life, and so is his brother.
I can petition the commissioner to make an exception.
If he's gonna listen to anybody, it's gonna be me.
- Why do you wanna help them? - Humanitarian reasons.
"Humanitarian" and "Ryan O'Reily" don't belong in the same sentence.
- Would you talk to her? - Gloria-
I'm willing to give the guy a chance. Why can't you?
- I've given him plenty of chances. - Sometimes you're so blind.
You put O'Reily in this program,
I'm gonna do everything in my power to shut it the fuck down!
I swear to God!
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
Five of you will be given the drug.
Five of you will get a harmless placebo.
Once a week you'll receive another dosage
and another complete physical examination
in order to monitor your health and the progress of your aging.
Are there any questions?
NATHAN: Let's go.
[GLASS CLATTERS]
O'REILY: Take it, Cyril.
- I don't like the medicine. O'REILY: Come on. Take it.
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
My Uncle Bilbo once said:
"Revenge is a dish best served cold."
Meaning, I guess, if the person plotting revenge
goes into it all hot and lathered, he's likely to go home hungry.
But the guy who approaches his goal with a cool, clear eye,
he has himself a feast.
Bon appétit.
[BUZZER SOUNDING]
Augustus Hill. How you doing, brother?
What can I do for you, Vahue? The answer is no.
Why you gonna be like that, man? You and me got history.
- Yeah, and it's ancient. - Ancient?
I remember when I first got into Oz, I was your hero.
You talking about the '95 Bulls game, boy.
You scored 58 points. Yeah, you always been my hero, man.
That's me. Fucking role model.
Well, I was still naive then.
Back then I thought you were as good a person as you are at basketball.
Hold on, man.
Look, during the riots, I stepped up,
tried to save Eugene Dobbins' life.
[GRUNTS]
What'd I get for it? An ass-whooping and a transfer.
- Whatever. - Fuck you, man.
Shit, ever since I been back in Oz, man, I've been invisible.
Ain't been causing nobody no trouble.
Now I'm up for parole.
While's you in here rotting, I'll be back out.
Back on the court.
Why don't you live with that, little man?
[BALL BOUNCING]
- HILL: Damn. - What's the problem?
I'm trying to find the name of that woman
who Jackson Vahue beat up and almost raped.
- The one that got him sent to Oz. - Why?
Because that cocksucker Vahue
is gonna sweet-talk the parole board into letting him go free.
I wanna make sure the girl gets the chance to tell the board not to.
You still hate him that much?
Hate? This ain't about hate.
This is about justice.
He's supposed to serve 12 years.
- He should serve the full 12 years. - If he gets out now,
he's got a chance of getting his career back.
- Seven more years, he'll be too old. - Exactly.
[TYPING]
Sounds like hate to me.
HILL: Yeah, Beverly Reed please?
Oh, hi, Beverly.
Huh?
Listen, who I am is not important. What I have to say is.
Have you been notified that Jackson Vahue is up for parole?
Heh. I didn't think so.
HILL: Yeah, I thought you'd have something to say about that.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
[SIGHS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Yo, Jackson.
How'd that hearing go, man?
[INMATES SHOUTING]
Oh, shit, yo.
[ALL CHATTERING NOISILY]
[SCREAMING]
Ah!
[GRUNTS]
[EXHALES]
[DOOR OPENS]
ALLAH: Yo, Smith. Yo, Smith.
Yo, my shower's still busted, man.
WHITE: Yo, yo, Smithy boy, come on. ALLAH: What the fuck?
WHITE: Hey, my nigger. Ha-ha.
Hey, if you wasn't my nigger you wouldn't get no bigger.
Come on, I just need five minutes with the warden.
[DOOR UNLOCKING]
WHITE: I got something important.
Come on, Smith. Hey, hook me up!
This is moving day.
[CHAINS CLINKING]
I just wanna be sure you're aware of what's going on.
Last year during rec time in the gymnasium,
you stabbed a man named Louis Bevilaqua.
You killed him. Do you remember that?
Bad, bad.
- Bald. - Yeah.
So the court has found you guilty of first-degree murder.
The judge,
he has sentenced you to death.
- Death, dying, dead. - Yes.
Peter. Peter Marie?
And they are going to transfer you to death row
where you are going to stay
until the day of your-
No. Save! Save! Save!
- Sorry. - Save!
[SCREAMING]
[SIGHS]
[HANDCUFFS CLINKING]
Hey, Lopresti, who's that?
It's your new playmate, William Giles.
Peter, Peter Marie.
She's not here to protect you, pal.
From now on, I'm your lifeline.
Hey, my name's Moses. How you doing?
Tutti-frutti.
Tutti-frutti, what the fuck does that mean?
Dit-dit-dit-dit. Dit-dit-dit.
Dit-dit-dit. Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah...
Great. My last days on earth and I'm locked up with a fucking lunatic.
- Puppy dog. - Right.
You got more than that. Come on, push it!
[INMATES GRUNTING]
Yeah.
[CHUCKLES] That's it. Yeah, come on.
Keep it up.
You do not belong here.
- Minister Said, I... I told you a hundred times,
you cannot become a Muslim.
[GRUNTS]
Please, help me.
[SCREAMS]
Let go of me!
[MULTIPLE GUNSHOTS]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[SIREN WAILING]
[WHISPERS] Come on.
[GUNSHOT]
HILL: Prisoner number 00T255, Leroy Tidd.
Convicted May 10th, 2000, armed robbery, reckless endangerment.
Sentence: 20 years, up for parole in 12.
[BALL BOUNCING]
Oh! Ball!
- Give me the ball. - Tell your friend Said
- I don't like getting sent to the hole. - Give me the ball.
Oh, sure.
I got you, nigger.
[SPEAKS IN ARABIC]
[GRUNTS]
[DOOR LOCKS]
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
[PRAYING IN ARABIC]
What happened to your face?
Let me tell you.
And when I tell you
whatever anger you feel towards Leroy Tidd will disappear.
Okay. I'm listening.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
Thank you for getting me out of the hole
and for arranging for me to come back to Emerald City.
I was wrong.
I've been blaming you for the sins of others.
For that I am truly sorry.
Assalamu alaikum, my brother.
[BELL RINGS, BOX CLATTERS]
Hate the fact that we all look like saps while the niggers win.
Don't worry. Once Said's dead,
we'll flatten Tidd's black ass.
Fucker doesn't know how to pull a punch.
Told you guys to leave Said alone.
What, do you wanna start a fucking war?
Vern, Tidd's gonna do all the dirty work.
No one will know we're involved.
This is Oz.
People have a way of finding out the truth.
Look, why don't you go thump your Bible, okay?
[HOYT CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Beat it. Scram.
We're buddies with Vern Schillinger.
You been fucking with his head.
Hoyt, we agreed I'd do the talking. Let me do the fucking talking.
Then get to the point.
First, you convince him to join that interaction program with Beecher.
Gentlemen, I assure you, I didn't convince him to do anything
except look in his heart, open his heart to the Lord.
His heart was beating fine without you.
Hoyt, go read a book.
[SIGHS]
[BUZZER SOUNDING IN DISTANCE]
Schillinger runs the Brotherhood.
I understand you look to him for leadership.
No, we look to him for balls, not heart.
Balls.
When something needs to get done, it needs to get done
without no-What'd you call it?
Moral dilemma.
- There are ways to get things done. - Not here, Rev.
You back off on Vern,
or Hoyt, he'll see to it that you and Jesus have a face-to-face soon.
In heaven.
Let's go.
CLOUTIER: I got a visit from friends of yours,
- Robson, Hoyt. - They threaten you?
- Yes. - I'll talk to them.
Don't. I'm not afraid.
I'm just telling you. I thought you should know.
They would do anything to get you back.
Look, Reverend, I-I've been reading the Scriptures,
talking to you, but I still don't know where I am in all this.
I don't wanna be some big Holy Roller,
I just-just wanna have some joy in my life.
Now if those two fuckers can't appreciate that, then to hell with them.
Yeah, to hell with them indeed.
Now here's the name and number of a woman I want you to call
if you need anything before the baby comes,
or if you just wanna talk things through.
The New Church of Christ.
Ain't that the group whose minister got caught
stealing hundreds and thousands of dollars?
The Reverend Cloutier, yes. He's here in Oz.
And he's a good man, Carrie.
I've told him all about you, you know, how you got nobody.
- Except for me and Hank. - Hank?
Where the fuck is Hank?
Not even a postcard.
You gotta remember, the boy left town
before he knew you were pregnant.
If Hank was aware of what was going on, he'd be here.
Yeah, don't be so sure.
Reverend Cloutier says that this woman, this Sarah,
she was all alone and pregnant
before she found his congregation.
When you get lonely, call her, okay? She understands.
Mr. Schillinger, I didn't take you for the religious type.
I'm not.
I mean, I've always been Christian.
Just-I'm starting to see other parts of the picture now.
[SIGHS]
Okay, Schillinger's on his way to the interaction.
- Uh-huh. - You nervous?
You and I have talked through all my feelings about Schillinger.
I know what I wanna say to him
and I pretty much know know what he's gonna tell me,
yet my hands are sweaty and I'm borderline nauseous.
All right, that doesn't mean that it's wrong to meet with him.
I just want my daughter to be safe. I want my family to be safe.
[SIGHS]
And I'd like to wake up one morning and not be afraid.
SISTER PETER: Come in, Vern.
Why don't we all sit down?
Okay, ahem, so who wants to go first?
I do.
With your permission, I'd like to start with a reading from the Holy Scripture.
Ah. Sure.
- Tobias, do you mind? - Nope, not at all.
[CLEARS THROAT]
'The wolf shall dwell with the Iamb,
and the leopard shall lie down with the kid
and the calf and the lion and the fatling together,
and a little child shall lead them.
The cow and the bear shall feed.
Their young shall lie down together,
and the lion shall eat straw like the ox.
The sucking child shall play over the hole of the asp
and the weaned child shall put his hand on the adder's den.
"They shall not hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain."
[SOBBING]
[RATS SQUEAKING]
Prisoner number 96K423, Timothy Kirk.
Convicted April 16th, 1996.
Manslaughter, endangering the welfare of a child.
Sentence: 12 years, up for parole in seven.
[EXHALES]
Mmm.
Healthy body, healthy mind.
In the Catholic Church, the body is the temple of the Holy Spirit
that we're supposed to keep pure. You believe that, preacher?
The body is God's gift to us.
We're obligated to take care of it.
What about sex? Is that a gift of God too?
Of course.
How'd you like a blow job?
What makes you think I want a blow job?
Everybody wants a blow job.
No, thank you. Step back, please.
You made a lifetime out of being adorable,
sexy in a lost-little-boy kind of way,
but you threw your baby in the trash.
That's a man's crime. It's time for you to be a man.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
Did you have a nice visit with your son?
Yes, though he says my grandson's health is getting more precarious.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Norma.
Bob Rebadow, my fiancée, Norma Clark.
A pleasure.
Agamemnon's told me so much about you.
Nothing good, I hope.
[BOTH LAUGH]
I'll leave you two lovebirds alone.
Oh.
Did you talk to whoever you needed to talk to about us getting married?
I have an appointment tomorrow.
- You don't think there'll be a problem? - Oh, no.
Oh, good.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
BOTH: Mwah, mwah, mwah.
We were already engaged to be married, Maggie and I,
when we learned that she was pregnant.
Today that's no big deal,
but back in '65,
given her family's position in society,
out of wedlock meant scandal.
Still, we could've weathered the storm together.
Maggie was...
Oh, Maggie.
BUSMALIS: That's enough for tonight.
Two weeks before the wedding,
I stabbed Norton Pratt in the neck.
And Maggie, she died in childbirth.
My beautiful Maggie.
I wish you all the happiness in the world, Agamemnon.
Thank you, Bob.
I do wanna dance at your wedding!
WHITE [QUIETLY]: Busmalis.
Busmalis.
I know your dirty little secret.
I have a dirty little secret?
A little secret involving dirt.
You know, like digging. You dig?
[CHUCKLES]
The night before they threw my ass back up in here again,
I'll be goddamned,
I saw you digging a motherfucking tunnel.
- Ha-ha. - Tunnel? No.
Don't play me.
What the fuck I look like to you?
What do you want?
From you? Nothing.
But I may use what I know to get my ass out of solitary, all right?
No, please.
- I'm getting married, see... What?
[LAUGHING] Married?
What the fuck do I care if you get married?
- I'll pay you. - Pay me? Pay me what?
What the hell good is money with my ass locked up in here like this, huh?
- WHITE: Huh? - Hey, no talking.
I'd allow someone to get married inside the prison
- only as a reward for good behaviour. - I'm very well-behaved.
You dug a tunnel and escaped
along with Alvarez, causing me great embarrassment.
But you recaptured us both.
Busmalis is sorry for what he did, aren't you?
Yes.
And we could use a little romance around here, Leo.
Okay.
If you swear to me that you won't dig another tunnel,
I'll let you have the ceremony.
But I find out that you're lying,
it's solitary confinement and you'll never see Norma again.
Warden, on my father's grave, my mother's life
and my honor as a scout, I swear I won't dig anymore.
Go ahead, make the arrangements.
I've never actually filled in a tunnel before.
Feels almost like murder.
Such a lovely tunnel too.
- You'd better get cracking. - Yeah.
Busmalis, I think you may-
[CLANG, WATER GUSHING]
BUSMALIS: Oh! Sh-
- Shit. - What's the matter?
I hit something.
[WATER SPURTING]
Holy Jesus.
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
Start digging, Busmalis.
[DOOR LOCKING]
Last year the Hatfields and the McCoys,
two families who've been feuding for something like 150 years,
sat down together and made peace.
Imagine that, giving up all that hate after all those years.
Some people think the whole brouhaha started over a stolen pig
though there are those who swear the feud was over a woman.
[UPBEAT SONG PLAYING OVER SPEAKER]
Floria, this is my favourite song.
Bullshit, Lopresti, you don't even know who's singing.
- Yo, Floria, where you from? - Jane Street Projects.
Say what. Yo, me too.
Well, you know, nearby. I grew up on MLK on Southern.
I love your eyes.
I just fucking love your eyes, girl.
McMANUS: Morning, Floria.
- Long wait to see Leo? - Yeah, and he isn't even in yet.
Huh. Hill, Poet, what are you doing here?
Yo, everybody signed this petition to get cable.
That's right, broadcast television sucks.
Oh, yeah? Well, you should've brought this to me.
Take them back.
Bye, Floria.
- Later, Floria. - Bye, beautiful eyes.
- Beautiful, pretty eyes. McMANUS: Would you get out?
[MUTTERS]
Hey, McManus, when the warden comes you can go ahead of me.
- Yeah. You're so generous, Lopresti. - Well, you're a busy man.
Hello. McManus, Lopresti.
Give me a couple minutes, okay?
- McMANUS: Sure. - Take your time.
Oh, warden, before you go in...
What the-?
Surprise. Heh-heh.
I had the workers redecorate over the weekend.
Hey, Floria, maybe next you can do my office.
- Looks okay? - Okay?
It's-[INHALES, EXHALES]
Fantastic.
[CHUCKLES]
You're fantastic.
[GIGGLES]
The cafeteria's all set up for the regional conference.
The other wardens will be here by 10.
- And the governor arrives at 11:30. - Good.
And I got a lead on an apartment for you
about six blocks from here, an efficiency, all furnished, maid service.
- My wife call? - No, sir.
[SIGHS]
Send her some flowers.
Warden, I do have a message. It's from her lawyer.
He wants to know who he should contact regarding the divorce.
I don't know. How the fuck should I know?
[SIGHS]
It's my first divorce.
Well, I could find you someone.
My brother's an attorney. He'll know the right guy.
Send the flowers anyway.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
MAN: Hello, Leo.
Conference is going great.
You really pulled it off.
I should've known you'd show up, Querns.
Well, I am running Loyler now.
When I heard the commissioner was considering you to replace Saul Cards,
I called him and told him what I thought of you.
And you can see how much influence you have.
Fuck off.
Wait. Don't you wanna know how Clayton Hughes is doing?
Not great. The prisoners all hate him because he used to be a CO.
And the COs hate him because they consider him a turncoat.
He's getting in a lot of fights.
Right now I got him in Protective Custody.
But the truth is,
- I don't think he'll survive the year. - Christ.
[APPLAUSE]
Main attraction has arrived.
I wanna transfer Clayton to Oz.
- I can protect him. - Right.
I can protect him.
Leo, Martin.
Governor, you seem to be getting around well on those things.
My physical therapist says I'm recuperating faster
than any patient she's ever had.
I expect to drop these crutches in a matter of weeks.
Nice little shindig, Leo.
Lot of people thought I shouldn't come,
given the fact that this is the same room where I got shot.
But I say, what the fuck, huh?
Without your boy Clayton's helping hand,
Alvah Case might've won the election.
Remind me to send Hughes a thank-you card.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
- My God. - Hello, Leo. Good to be home.
- Which unit am I gonna be in? - Unit J.
The cop unit? No way.
Since when do you think you have a choice? Let's go.
Who are your friends, dickhead?
Who are your friends, you little cocksucker?
[GRUNTS]
You son of a bitch. You little cocksucker.
I'm gonna knock the shit out of you!
You little cocksucker, shithead, bastard!
Son of a bitch!
You spit on me, you little prick!
Bastard!
HILL: Prisoner number 01Y208, Alvin Yood.
Convicted January 20th, 2001.
Aggravated assault of a minor.
Sentence: 12 years, up for parole in seven.
Hey, when's lunch get here? I'm starving.
Lunch'll get here the same time it gets here every other fucking day.
Hey, you know, Howell,
we had a female deputy sheriff back home looked a lot like you.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, yeah.
She was tough, no bullshit.
Had opinions about everything.
And I suppose you and your men
in that little dink farm town you're from couldn't handle that?
Oh, no, we didn't have to.
She got drunk one night after work,
went to a little bar in Spencer, got gang-banged on the pool table
by a bunch of bikers.
Speaking of which, why ain't we got a pool table?
- GLYNN: Officer Howell? - Yes, sir.
- You know Clayton Hughes. - Of course. Cell 2.
Officer, I want you to make sure that no harm comes to him.
I'm a CO, warden, not a miracle worker.
[BUZZER SOUNDING]
How you doing, John?
Couldn't be better.
POET: Lunch.
I made this especially for you, detective.
Put a little extra seasoning on it.
- You spit in it? - I pissed in it.
New guy, is he the CO who tried to assassinate Governor Devlin?
Yeah.
Guess he should've spent a little more time on the shooting range.
- What'd you say, motherfucker, huh? HOWELL: Hey!
[YELLING]
HOWELL: Jesus Christ!
For Christ sake, wait! No, man. Please, man! Please.
[SCREAMS]
MAN: You know Goergen wasn't well-liked, John,
but that doesn't excuse you pushing him down an elevator shaft.
But I think most people in the department
believe that you did what you had to do.
Not Nancy.
She didn't come to my trial. She hasn't been here once.
I'm not gonna lie to you, John.
Nancy's angry. You were her partner.
She feels that you betrayed her trust.
Worst part about being in this place
is you can't talk to the people you need to talk to, to set things straight.
[SIGHS]
Look, I'll tell you the other reason I'm here.
Your wife called.
She's very upset that you refuse to see her or Robby.
I can't.
Doesn't Abby understand? I can't face her.
Or him. My son.
- She wants a visit without Robby. - No.
- John. - No.
Look, she loves you, and your silence is killing her
in the same way that Nancy's silence is hurting you.
It was an honor serving under you, sir.
[WEEPING QUIETLY]
Holy fucking shit, Keller.
- Hey, man, Good to see you. - Oh, man. How are you?
BEECHER: Ronnie's cute.
Does he like to fool around?
[BELL RINGS]
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
Count!
OFFICER: 97B412, Beecher.
00M871, Morales.
96G522, Morales.
95H522, Hill.
- Ronnie boy. - What's up?
What are you doing, jerking off there?
Heh-heh. Just giving old Magic Johnson
- his morning stretch, that's all. - Huh.
As long as old Magic didn't get any action last night.
Meaning?
Well, they got rules against us fucking.
[LAUGHS] Yeah, right.
Since when do you follow the fucking rules?
Since you got stuck with Beecher. You don't wanna be sticking
- your prick into that prick. - No?
No, the guy's a slut.
Nothing but trouble.
Wow.
Boy, wish you would've told me that yesterday,
because last night he gave me a blow job deluxe.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
I know what you're doing.
Fucking Barlog to make me jealous?
You're a miserable little cunt, you know that?
You killed the last two guys I slept with.
You gonna kill your old friend Ronnie too?
[TRAY CLATTERS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
So let me try to understand something here.
I mean you... you were the king of the scams, man.
You could hustle a cop out of his badge.
How the hell did you get busted for robbing a grocery store,
reckless fucking driving?
Yeah, well, after my last divorce I went into kind of a tailspin.
I remember.
Lots of drugs, lots of college boys.
You know, a part of me thinks, in retrospect,
I robbed that store, which was the stupidest thing I could've done,
[SIGHS]
Because I wanted to get caught.
You know, some demented slice of my brain was saying:
"Hey, take some time off the street."
88 years, that's a...
that's a long time off the street.
What, Keller, what-?
[CHUCKLES] Come on.
Hello.
[HITTING WIRE FENCE]
Get a room.
[CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
[GRUNTS]
Whew.
[BELL RINGS]
OFFICER: Lights out.
Finally.
- Ronnie. - No, no, no.
What? What's the matter?
Keller.
What about him?
He and I fucked this afternoon.
- What? - Yeah. First time. And it was great.
I mean, I knew him, you know. He and I, we ran together all those years.
Keller was like a big brother to me.
Sometimes he'd come up with some Ponzi,
you know, and I would just go along.
But...
I guess I never admitted to myself...
He says he loves me.
[LAUGHS]
And he made me promise that you and I wouldn't do it so...
He doesn't love you, Ronnie.
It's just another Ponzi.
Probably, but Beecher...
we're in Oz.
So what the fuck is the difference?
So you were Keller's friend before he got arrested?
Yeah, I knew him. Sure, yeah.
On May 2nd, 1998, Keller was at a gay bar
where he picked up one Brice Tibbetts.
He drove Tibbetts across the state line to a forest
where he sodomized, tortured and murdered the young man.
What's that got to do with me?
Did Keller ever mention killing Brice Tibbetts?
No.
- How about Mark Carocci? - No.
- Byam Lewis? - Nope, none of that.
Too bad. See, if he had mentioned these murders to you
and you'd been willing to testify,
you could've gotten your sentence reduced from 13 years to, say, five.
Five?
A deal is out there, waiting to be reached.
[CLEARS THROAT]
- I gotta call my lawyer. - You do that, Ronnie.
You make that call.
ELLIOTT: What is the only position not mentioned
in the Abbott and Costello routine "Who's On First?"
- I hate baseball. - I hate Abbott and Costello.
CARPENTER: It's not in the infield.
- Need some help. ELLIOTT: Didi.
Listen, I'm gonna say, if I were you, I wouldn't choose the wrong position.
Shortstop.
Don't choose the wrong position?
- Right field. - Right field.
[CHEERS]
ELLIOTT: You're in the right field with $1000.
Shit, we gotta get cable, man.
[GAME SHOW MUSIC PLAYING]
ELLIOTT: We're thrilled
when this beauty school dropout decides to drop in-
What do you want?
You're, um-You're a lawyer, right?
- I was. - Yeah.
Let me... let me run a little something by you, if you don't mind.
A deal that the-
[WHISPERS] That the feds are offering me.
I don't work pro bono.
I'll-
I'll make the consultation worth your while.
[SNIFFS]
Maybe we can work something out.
[AUDIENCE AND ELLIOTT LAUGH OVER TV]
[SIGHS]
Keller.
Are we speaking? I thought we were trying to fuck with each other.
Ronnie Barlog is about to sell you out.
You're a goddamn liar.
The FBI offered him reduced prison time
if he testifies against you in those homosexual murders.
You're saying that because you're jealous.
[SCOFFS]
Believe what you wanna believe.
Write me from death row.
Hey, who was it wanted to talk to you?
[CHUCKLES]
FBI.
They were grilling me about that bank job in Buffalo.
There we go with that.
[EXHALES]
You are amazing, Ronnie. You can fix anything, can't you?
Some people are just mechanically inclined, that's all.
You got many gifts, Ronnie.
- Ahh. - Got a great imagination.
Got a way with words.
[LAUGHS] Me? No, come on.
Well, I hear you been telling a lot of fantastic stories.
- Huh? - Stories about me.
And my encounter with certain young men.
Chris, I didn't say nothing about that, I swear.
- You sure? - Yeah, on my life, man. Come on.
You swear on your life, that's enough for me.
Suck my dick.
Chris, you know I would never jabber on you, man.
They did make me an offer,
but I turned those fed fucks down right there.
I told them, you know, '"You can kiss my ass. It ain't happening."
[FLY UNZIPS]
[GASPING]
[KELLER GRUNTS]
You know, sometimes I think
I killed all those guys
because I wanted to kill the part of me I despise.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[NECK BREAKS]
Shh-shh.
HILL: When you take revenge on somebody,
you are actually paying them the highest compliment possible.
It's like saying, "You affected my life to such an extent that I must reciprocate."
I must affect your life as deeply as you have mine."
Revenge may be the ultimate Hallmark card.
Yeah. When you think of it like that, the cliché is true:
Revenge is sweet.