[HORN BLOWING]
HILL: Vikings. The word alone conjures up images
of drunken hordes attacking and pillaging defenseless villages
from the shores of Britain to the steppes of Russia.
But we got a lot of misconceptions about the Vikings.
Example: they never actually wore these stupid helmets.
And because they had a limited amount of land on which to farm,
they only pillaged to survive.
VELEZ: I wanna follow you.
You're the next wave and I wanna be your lieutenant.
Kill Guerra.
What the fuck you doing?
Sorry, bro, you gotta die. That's just how it is.
Wait. At least do me in the front. Let me die like a man.
[VELEZ GRUNTING]
- That's how it is, right, bro? - Unh.
Hey, Father. I need to make a confession.
Saturday, 3:00.
I need to make one now.
Close the door, officer.
What's up?
You know, ever since I've been let out of solitary,
MUKADA: Mm-hm.
I've just been going right and left, you know.
Up and down.
Just trying to prove to everyone that I'm no pussy.
I know what you mean.
I should have died in that bus crash.
And now, the Reverend Cloutier has...
disappeared,
which I think is supposed to mean something,
but, um, I can't figure out what that something is.
So, what do you do?
Pray.
Yeah, well, you know, toss in a couple extra for me.
I always do, Miguel.
Yeah, well, I need just a little bit more than my usual amount.
Someone died because of me.
- Jamie Velez? - Yeah.
This kid was innocent, you know?
You and I have had a long and battered relationship,
but I continue to believe that you have a good soul,
and you'll find a way to right whatever wrong you committed.
And if I don't?
Then you really are a pussy.
The problem is, in our state
there are more visually-impaired people than there are guide dogs,
but there are more dogs than there are people to train them.
That's why I created this program, Man's Best Friend,
where prisoners do the training.
- And it's worked elsewhere, huh? - Oh, better than we'd hoped.
Sorry. Am I late?
Well, uh, she got here early, so we just kind of dove in.
Sure, why wait for little old me?
Alicia Hinden, Eleanor O'Connor.
- The governor's liaison. - Nice to meet you.
Please, continue.
HINDEN: Having inmates care for and train these pups
has been a perfect match.
Sixty percent of the dogs qualify for placement,
90 percent of the prisoners demonstrate
a better attitude after their participation in the program.
Aren't there certain skills necessary to train a guide dog?
Of course, but the skills are teachable.
And the prisoners don't harm the animals?
Well, we were worried at first, but what's happened here
is the dogs bring out the best in their trainers.
Inmates go from having nothing to nurturing a life.
It means more to them than you can know.
You'll pardon me, Miss Hinden, if I'm skeptical.
I think we should start small.
Sure, the less people, the less chance of success.
I'm not saying the program will fail.
McMANUS: You're just trying to guarantee it won't last.
- I'm trying to save time and money. - Yeah, right.
- Fuck you, Tim. - Actually, I prefer to start small.
- Oh, hmm... HINDEN: So...
I'll just need three good volunteers.
If you're interested, let me know. Remember,
this isn't a few weeks of playing fetch.
You gotta be strongly motivated to participate.
The woman running the program will interview each potential candidate,
review your files, and then make her final decision.
That's all.
Shit, I don't want no dogs in here, man.
You know, where I grew up, man, there was this rott-pit bull mix.
Mean motherfucker. I'm sure he had some Schillinger in him.
Fucking took a chunk out of my leg, man.
Something tells me you deserved to get bit.
Yo, maybe a dog would take my mind off of my problems.
I'm signing up.
I think I'm gonna apply.
I bet these mutts are drug sniffers.
- Undercover dogs? - Hey, you never know, man.
Fuck it. You know what, man, I'm in.
PENDERS: Me too. Heh.
- Ryan? - Yo.
- Can we get a doggie? - Not a chance.
Come on in and sit down.
Hey, girl. Yeah.
Yeah.
What did you do to get in here with us bastards, huh?
Uh, Miguel, I've looked through your file, and I gotta be honest with you.
You're not really suited for this program.
- Why is that? - You've got quite a history of violence.
You read in there about the C.O. I blinded? Eugene Rivera.
[SCREAMING]
Yeah, that kind of jumped out at me.
Well, that's why you gotta let me do this.
It's what I owe.
Just a good thing to even out all the bad, you know what I'm saying?
Check this out. She already picked me.
Yeah. Yeah, good girl.
- PENDERS: That's my bitch right there. - Step back a second, Penders.
You don't get your bitch just yet.
This isn't the city pound, so I'll be assigning you your dog.
- Which is how you'll refer to them. - You the bitch.
First, let me run down what we're going to accomplish here.
The goal is to teach them, and you, basic obedience.
So, uh, we step out of line and you hit us on the nose
with a rolled-up newspaper?
If I have to.
[LAUGHS]
HINDEN: Now, you'll teach the dogs come, sit, stay. The basics.
But more importantly, you'll show them love and trust.
For these dogs to be useful to the visually impaired,
they have to be comfortable, not just with their owners,
but with all people. And if we don't accomplish that,
then all you've raised is a pet, just like any other schmo.
- Yes? - These dogs, they stay with us?
Yes, in your pods.
How do you keep them safe from the other prisoners?
Like I said, love and trust.
Shit.
Now, that's like conjugals and cigarettes.
- Meaning? - Those two things don't exist in Oz.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
[CHATTERING]
O'REILY: Check it out, the boys brought their dates home.
[LAUGHING]
So has your little mongrel learned about pain yet?
You stay the fuck away from her.
You're afraid I'm gonna hurt your little poochie-woochie?
[INMATES LAUGHING]
No, I'm afraid she might hurt you, bro.
Come on, girl. Come on. Inside.
This is your new home. This is your daddy's home.
Yeah. Come over here.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
All Vikings were not stupid brutes.
They had moments of brilliance.
They were such great shipbuilders and sailors
that Leif Erikson and his crew landed in America first,
some say traveling as far south as New York Harbor.
Here's where the true brilliance comes in.
They took a look, turned around and went home.
You sent 200 letters to the station
protesting the cancellation of Miss Sally's Schoolyard.
I wanted the programmers to see there's a groundswell of support.
A grassroots demand for the show to continue.
All from the same address?
I got this letter from the station manager today.
'Thank you for writing, blah, blah... The exceptional education, blah, blah...
"Unfortunately, Miss Sally's Schoolyard has ceased production."
- Ah. I'm gonna miss Miss Sally. - Wait.
"I'm happy to announce Whitney Allen will be appearing
in a new exercise series called Sallycise.
We hope you enjoy it. Sincerely, blah."
I wonder if my Norma will have a job on the new show.
- You still haven't heard from her? - No, but I live in expectation.
- Did you get a hold of your son? - Yes.
- And? - And there is no "and."
Bob, did you tell him you plan to win the lottery?
That you're gonna use the money to save Alex Jr. from the leukemia?
- No. - Isn't that why you phoned him?
Midway, I decided I shouldn't get the family's hopes up.
You're starting to doubt you picked the winning numbers.
Of course not. My concern is I don't know whether Officer Brass
actually bought the ticket for me.
Officer Brass? Officer Brass?
- Officer Brass? - What? What is it, Rebadow?
Did you buy my Mightyball ticket?
What? Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
[YELLING]
- Hey. - Hey, what are you doing here?
I thought the warden had you assigned to the cafeteria.
He does. I'm on a break.
Just wanted to see how you guys are doing.
I got PMS. I'm doing like shit.
SCHILLINGER: Officer Brass, good to see you.
Yeah, why's that?
Glynn's bringing more and more nigger COs in here every day.
In my book, any paleface is a good paleface.
Let me ask you something.
Were you around the day I got cut?
No, me and Robson were on work detail.
If I'd have been here, I would have pulled that monkey off you.
- So you know which monkey it was? - Who exactly? No.
I guarantee you this though, it wasn't a white man.
- Hey, Brass. - Yeah?
- You drink? - Heh.
Why, you wanna go grab a couple of beers?
[LAUGHS]
How about a blood-piss-shit-puke cocktail, motherfucker?
- Aah! - Fuck.
[LAUGHING]
Oh, God! Oh, you son of a bitch!
GUARD: Come with me. Come with me.
Motherfucker!
- How are you feeling, Dave? - I'm fine.
- Can I go? - Sure.
Just come back in a week or so and we'll do all your blood work.
It's important that we check for everything, you know.
Hepatitis, TB, HIV.
You know, just to be safe.
Dave.
[CLEARS THROAT]
I always feel it's not my place to say this,
but when I think of what can happen if I didn't,
I know I'd hate myself.
Say what?
Do you have a girlfriend or a sexual partner?
- Kate. - You should mention what happened.
Just so she knows.
You're right. It's not your place.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
MARTINEZ: Mm.
Stop that.
Officer?
- Problem? - He really should be in the hospital.
SMITH: No can do.
I know he attacked one of your own, but I can't treat him properly here.
- I have to check with the warden. - Then go check.
Hurry.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
[SCREAMS]
I said stop it.
I said stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it! I said stop it! Don't touch me!
Don't touch me! What's the matter with you?
Martinez kept touching me,
and I-I had these flashes back to the rape and then I just lost control.
Or maybe at the moment, you were actually in control.
Peter Marie, I beat an injured man.
Yes, I know, but by beating him,
you were finally in charge of the situation.
Look, you've told me on any number of occasions
that since the rape, you feel adrift.
Well, maybe this incident today
was an attempt to regain control of your life.
All I keep having are incidents like these.
Are you saying I antagonize these men on purpose?
No. No, no, but I do think
you have to answer a question I asked you when you first returned to work.
Why?
Why, after being beaten and violated
did you choose to return to a place filled with brutal men?
[SIGHS]
I still don't know.
Well, I think if we work on it, and if we figure it out,
you'll finally start to heal.
HILL: According to Norse mythology,
man was made from an ash tree and woman from an adder.
The great god Odin gave them both life and souls
and a place to live called Midgard,
which Odin created from the eyebrows of a giant he slew.
Sounds almost true, don't it?
All of us living on the edge of an eyebrow.
Homosexuality...
is a perversion against God's will.
I agree.
And yet you practice sodomy yourself.
I'm no faggot.
You raped Beecher.
And Cyril O'Reily and God knows how many others.
I never touched anybody.
You lying cock-sucking fuck.
- Tobias. - How can you deny what you did?
- Tobias! Officer! - Get your fucking hands off me!
- SISTER PETER: Stop it! - Come on! You fuck!
You fucking lying bitch! You lying fucking sack of shit!
SCHILLINGER: Hey there, Petey.
Getting some shrink time? That's good.
After a trauma like you went through,
getting gang-raped and all...
SCHIBETTA: No! No!
SCHILLINGER: it's healthy to talk about the experience.
You probably shouldn't get too specific in the details, though.
That might not be so healthy after all.
Leave me alone.
Sure. For now.
Keep your sunny side up.
Hello, Chris.
How are you?
Well, I tell you, being alone
gives you an awful lot of time to think.
I'm sitting here thinking about irony. The irony of my life.
I'm sorry I can't convince the warden to let you see Beecher.
He's not even allowing an exchange of letters.
It was easier being apart when I was in Massachusetts.
Knowing he's in this building...
Knowing that maybe he's behind that wall...
You said you were gonna talk to a lawyer.
That you'd get a defense lawyer for me.
I tell you, the only way I'm seeing Beecher
is if I beat this murder rap.
I'll know something shortly.
Meanwhile, keep the faith.
Keep it where?
- Hey. - Hey.
What a nice surprise.
- Mm. - My cell phone
never seems to work in here, so I asked Sister Peter Marie
- if I could use her phone. - Mm-hm.
Mm.
I was talking to Freddie Rudolph
when sister asked if I'd speak with another prisoner.
Chris Keller.
What?
- Don't. - Why?
- Just don't. - I've heard many legends about Keller.
I'm curious.
Catherine, uh...
- I love you. - And you love Keller, right?
I mean, you still love Keller, don't you?
If-If you meet him...
He's very seductive. He-
You're gonna fall in love with him too.
I'm willing to take that chance.
Besides, I can't pass up the opportunity
to meet my boyfriend's boyfriend.
Here you go, Keller.
Bag of Atomic Fireballs per your request.
Thanks, Claire.
You know I always need a little something to suck on.
Warden finds out I smuggled them in for you, he'll have my ass.
KELLER: Mm.
What a great ass it is.
- You're bad. - Ah. So spank me.
[DOOR OPENS]
You got a visitor, Keller.
KELLER: Hello.
I'm Catherine McClain from the Alliance for Prisoner Rights.
Sister Peter Marie asked me to stop by.
- Can we be alone? - We'll be right outside.
Did you kill those three men?
[KELLER LAUGHS THEN McCLAIN CHUCKLES]
You get right to the point, don't you?
I don't have a lot of time.
- I got nothing but time. - Maybe not.
You're facing the death penalty.
I'm not afraid to die.
I just wanna die for the right reason.
- And the right reason would be...? - Love.
We have a mutual friend.
- Yeah, who? - Tobias Beecher.
Oh, wait.
I know who you are.
You're the one that tried to help Toby with his parole.
- Yes. - And he, uh-He wrote me about you.
Yeah, what did he say?
He loves you.
Well, you'll understand my dilemma now.
You see, if you fry, you're a memory.
If I get you off, you and Toby will be reunited.
So now I know you'll do everything in your power to get me off.
And why's that?
Because if you love Toby as much as I do,
then you'll want him to be happy.
Reuniting us will make him happy.
Yeah.
Counselor.
- Did you kill those three men? - No.
Stop! Stop!
- Fuck you! - Shut the fuck up!
Fucking cunt! You fucking cunt!
[YELLING]
Prisoner numbers 02G561 and 02W562:
Adam Guenzel and Franklin Winthrop.
Convicted January 14th, 2002.
Rape, attempted murder in the first degree.
Sentence: 28 years.
Up for parole in seven.
Okay, let's go.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
Come on.
[CHATTERING]
[INMATE LAUGHS]
Come on over here, boy.
That one's yours.
This'll be the first time I ever had to make my own bed.
Adam, take my word,
nothing you experienced growing up in Broun Park
has prepared you for life in Oz.
I know it's hard, but I'll be here for you. I promise.
Your dad was my scoutmaster, for God's sake.
You have to understand something.
That girl Franklin and I raped,
we were drunk. All three of us, partying.
I blacked out.
- I never meant to hurt her. - Yeah, but you did.
That's why you're standing where you're standing.
Don't forget that, ever.
The guilt may keep you sane.
[BELL RINGS]
Get settled, and, uh, I'll introduce you around.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
Yo, you need a helping hand there, pretty boy?
You ever suck cock before?
SCHILLINGER: Back off, Clarence.
Hmm. All right, Vern. No need to get testy.
You okay?
He was gonna rape me.
Fucking nigger.
We'll protect you from now on. You'll be safe.
Jesus, thanks.
But, like everything else in life, it's gonna cost.
You've got an alcohol problem, so you should join Sister Pete's therapy.
INMATE: Ooh, uh, he's hot.
- Fucking Christ. - What?
Remember that friend, Franklin, I was telling you about?
BEECHER: Yeah. GUENZEL: That's him.
Franklin.
Your boy's next.
Fuck.
BEECHER: I need your help.
I need you to protect Adam from the Aryans.
I can't.
What do you mean, you can't?
Beecher,
when I stabbed Schillinger and Robson defending you,
I put a lot of my Muslim brothers in jeopardy.
So I can't do that again.
Certainly not over some boy who rapes and beats women.
I know. Adam's no angel. I've known him since he was a child.
I know his family. I can't justify what he did, but I-
Beecher, stop.
My answer is no.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
- Well? - It's not gonna work.
Shit.
Okay, here's what we're gonna do.
As a temporary stopgap, you're gonna go to McManus
and request to stay in Protective Custody.
- Until when? - Until I can figure something else out.
Fuck.
URBANO: He's mine.
[GUNSHOT]
Clean him up.
Prisoner number 02U672.
Francis Urbano. A.k.a. Frank the Fixer.
Convicted January 7th, 2002.
Murder in the first degree.
Sentence: life.
Up for parole in 25 years.
Sister Peter Marie wanted me to drop this off for Dr. Nathan.
Pancamo, you look like shit.
I got a fever or something.
- Can you hand me some water? - Yeah, sure.
You know, I-
I know you hate the Aryans as much as I do, right?
More.
Those Nazi fucks shanked me and raped Peter Schibetta.
Well, I got a friend who they've threatened to rape too.
I was wondering if you could do something to protect him.
- Beecher, what are you doing? - Nothing.
- Do it somewhere else. - Yes, sir.
- What do you say? - Done.
Thank you.
Oh. I like a man who sweats.
- Leave him alone. - Stay out of this, prag.
So there's two ways this could go, precious.
Kick or kiss.
They both end the same: with my dick up your ass.
Not necessarily.
Oh...
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck am I?
[YELLING]
[BUZZER SOUNDING]
- Hey, you piece of shit. INMATE: Fuck-
How's the wound, you fucking guinea? Huh?
PHELAN: Lock-down.
[BELL RINGS]
Man, oh, man, I was so fucking terrified.
I know.
I mean, there were arms and legs and knives everywhere.
Yeah, well, it's over now.
Damn. Jesus, I didn't know which way to turn.
I mean, I was so pumped.
Part of me wanted to jump right in, kick some ass.
- Adam... I could have, you know.
I could have kicked some royal ass.
Fuck!
The Vikings had a code of behaviour which they followed religiously.
Honor and valor on the battlefield
were the values that a warrior strived for.
But much like the men in Oz, they had no concept of good and evil.
They couldn't tell the difference.
They didn't know there should be one.
Hey, Gloria. I heard what happened. Are you okay?
- I'm fine. - That's good.
Come in.
I, um, met your mother.
Yeah, I know, she told me.
She seems nice.
She's so completely different
than the woman I grew up thinking was my real mom.
My other mom, Cyril's mom, Tessie-
That was her first name, Tessie.
Growing up, Tessie was always sobbing.
She had good reason. You know, Cyril and I,
we never gave her any cause to smile.
- What's crazy, though... - What?
Now that my mom is here,
you know, doing this community service,
well, she and me and Cyril,
it's like we're a family, you know? It's fucking great.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Ryan, have you told her anything
about what went on between you and me,
Cyril, my husband, Keenan?
No. Uh-uh. Uh-uh. I mean, she's been asking, but-
- Don't you think you should? - Why?
What good would it do her knowing that shit?
You can't just present the good son side of yourself to her.
Look, Gloria, I'm in Oz.
You know, I don't think my mom thinks I'm up for any sainthood.
If you want to have a real relationship with her,
you have to tell her the truth.
Uh-uh. I can't tell her the whole truth.
- Why not? - Because then she'll stop loving me.
I don't think so.
In my experience,
you don't love Ryan O'Reily by choice.
[SINGING] ♪ Old McDonald had a farm ♪
♪ - E-I-E-I-O ♪ FITZGERALD: Relax, relax.
♪ And on that farm He had some cars ♪
- Cars? ♪ - E-I-E-I-O ♪
- With a-♪ - With a vroom-vroom here ♪
Not bad, kid.
Don't laugh, at least I'm trying.
Yeah, he's right.
I don't see you making any effort.
I got a little something I might bust out at the variety show.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
- What's that? - You'll see.
Hey, Ma, I wanna ask you something.
Do you think families need to be 100 percent honest with each other?
Yeah.
What-I mean, if your father and I had been honest,
if we'd been open, and we'd worked through our problems
and all our fears, maybe I wouldn't have left.
I think about how different my life would've gone if you'd stayed married.
Yeah, well, don't romanticize it, it still would've been really difficult.
No, I know that, but, you know, we would've been,
you know, together.
Yeah.
After we're done fucking around here,
I want to tell you about some of the things that I've done,
you know, since I've been in Oz.
And I just, um-
I want to warn you, Mom, it's not pretty.
Well, I wouldn't expect it to be.
But that's good, because maybe if you tell me about it,
it'll start to make some sense to you.
- Yeah. - So, what do you got?
- It's little somethin'-somethin'. - Let's see it.
[RAP MUSIC PLAYS]
That's great.
[LAUGHING]
- Today's the day. - Yeah.
Kill them both,
but if you could only get one, get Ryan.
We can always whack the 'tard once the older brother's dead.
Schupe.
- Hey, O'Reily. - Not now, Schupe.
It's important.
Okay, you got ten seconds. What is it?
I overheard Li talking to Jia. They were arguing about your mom.
- What? - Li was saying he's gonna rape her.
Fuck.
- You got any tits, man? - Yeah.
Ryan, is that man gonna hurt Ma?
No fucking chance, Cyril.
Whoa. So your boys are gonna hurt my mom?
He's out of control, O'Reily.
- I don't know what to do. - Yeah, well, I do.
Hey.
I'm telling you, he was gonna rape my mother.
- Do you have proof of that? - Ask Jia.
- He knows all about it. - I will.
- Meanwhile, I want Cyril in solitary. O'REILY: No.
Li's just the latest in a long line of people Cyril's hurt.
I want him somewhere he's not gonna hurt anybody else.
- Hey, he's all yours. - Ryan?
It's gonna be okay, Cyril. It's gonna be okay.
- Be gentle with him, man, come on. - Let me go.
- Come on, let's go. CYRIL: I'm sorry.
You cocksucker!
Save your anger, O'Reily. This time we're gonna go the distance.
Cyril either ends up in the insane asylum or death row.
And you're going to the cage, come on.
- Come on, O'Reily. Let's go. O'REILY: Sister.
MURPHY: Come on! O'REILY: Sister, you gotta believe me!
You know, it's just possible he's telling the truth.
O'Reily? The truth? I doubt it.
CYRIL: Please.
Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Please, I don't want to go in there.
No. No, please, I'm so, so sorry.
Please. No. Please.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Hey, Jia, Jia, Jia. Come here. Hey, come here. Look.
You gotta go to McManus and tell him that Li was gonna rape my ma, okay?
- I got nothing to say, O'Reily. - Whoa, Jia, Jia, come on.
You gotta do that for me, man.
You gotta tell him.
Your brother's gonna die.
They're gonna fry his white ass,
and I'm gonna be sitting in the front row
laughing my balls off, you fucking mick.
You-What? You fucking chink motherfucker!
Are you fucking kidding me? You're fucking dead, Jia!
You're fucking dead, you rice-eating little fucking bitch!
You're fucking dead!
You're fucking dead, you fucking shit motherfucker!
[HUMMING]
- You wanted to see me? - Yeah, warden.
Nice place you got here.
What do you want, Redding?
Control of the cafeteria.
The Sicilians run the cafeteria.
Yeah, but Chucky Pancamo's still in the hospital.
Pete Schibetta, the psycho ward.
- The place is out of control. - Hmm.
And you think you can pull the operation back together?
Well, most of those guys are friends of mine.
Most of them are black, and they don't take too kindly
to kowtowing to the dagos.
I let Adebisi call the shots in the cafeteria.
- It was a disaster. - I ain't Adebisi, am I?
Truth is, there have been a lot of fuck-ups
all the way back to the gas explosion.
All right, Redding. I'll give you a chance.
- Officer. - One other thing.
I appreciate it if you got them Sicilians out of there.
- Sure. - Much obliged.
EUGENIA: Augustus, Augustus.
Augustus, where's your dog?
She's in my pod. I don't feel like playing with her right now.
- Thinking about your mother? - Yeah.
It's gonna take more than a few weeks for me to get over her death.
That's not what I meant.
I just keep picturing her trying to figure out
which way is up as the fucking bus rolls.
She hated closed spaces, being trapped.
Freaked her out.
Now she's trapped forever in some cheap-ass coffin.
- You gotta move beyond that. - Fuck you, Beecher.
I know what you're feeling. I buried my son.
You know, this may sound strange, but you gotta work those images.
Your mind's already taken your mother from the bus to the grave.
Now keep going. You gotta picture her body
under the ground rotting away.
- Get the fuck out of my... Listen to me.
You have to imagine your mother decaying,
the maggots eating her flesh, leaving nothing but the bone.
You gotta hear the coffin splinter.
You gotta smell the dirt falling through the cracks.
And why the fuck would I wanna do that?
To let your mother go.
Right now she's defined by her death.
This is the way to lose the horror of what happened
and to move on to everything good about her.
I can't, you fuck! All I can see is the fucking bus!
- Just take a walk, Beecher! - Augustus.
Take a fucking walk!
Jesus-
Give me that shit, man. Yeah.
Yeah, let him in.
Look, give me something.
- Some of this? - Yeah.
Why? Why the change of vein?
I need a consolation prize.
[LAUGHING]
Yeah, welcome back.
Yo. This motherfucker ain't done tits in, like, years.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, there you go. Go get it. Yeah.
FITZGERALD [SINGING]: ♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪
♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪
♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪
♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪
[LAUGHS]
You expect me to sing like that?
No. No, Omar.
I just-I want you to enjoy it as much as I do.
I never thought I'd say this, but I do.
- I think I really do. - Good, good.
I mean, you know, the last couple of lessons, they were slamming.
They rocked.
[BELL RINGS]
Oh. Well, it looks like time's up.
- I'll catch you later, teacher. - Okay.
[FITZGERALD LAUGHS]
- Practice. WHITE: Yo.
How's it hanging, boss?
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[SINGING] ♪ Swing low, sweet Harriet ♪
♪ Busting my nut to the bone ♪
♪ Swing low, Swing low, sweet chariot ♪
Omar, Omar, Omar. Your lesson's over.
Hey, boy, I got a song in my heart.
You ain't gonna begrudge me of that.
No, all I'm asking you, Omar, is to keep the song in your heart.
MURPHY: Ha, ha.
WHITE [SINGING]: ♪ From sea- ♪
Yo, White, you take requests?
Yeah, sure, what you want to hear?
Shut the fuck up.
I will not fight.
See if you can sing now, motherfucker.
- Leave him alone, Guerra. - Or what?
All right, break up the square dance. Come on, as of right fucking now.
Tell Mr. Bojangles to keep his fucking trap shut.
Get the fuck out of here now. Move it.
That's pretty good looking out, man.
Stay out of trouble, Omar.
Yo, wait, let me tell you something. Look.
For the first time in my life,
me and trouble ain't even on speaking terms.
- Then what was that with Guerra? - He stepped to me, you saw that.
Stop the finger-pointing, Omar.
All blame lies with you.
And therefore on me. And I am not gonna have it.
Minister Said, I gotta practice.
I mean, practice-Practice is gonna make me perfect.
Well, when trouble comes, run away.
That ain't gonna help my reputation up here in Oz-
The only person your reputation matters with is me.
The moment you forget that, you go straight back to solitary.
Now, do you understand me?
Do you understand me?
[SINGING] ♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪
♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪
- McMANUS: What's up? - Omar White.
He's following instructions without too much whining.
I have managed to keep him clean.
The singing...
seems to have focused him, it's just-
He's driving you crazy?
No, the problem is he's catching a lot of flack
from the other inmates.
Uh, they're harassing him, and he may get hurt, McManus.
There's only so much that I can do.
He doesn't have anywhere else to practice except in my pod.
- Which is when he drives you crazy? - Yes.
I don't know if there are any other options.
I wanna support him as much as I can,
but I need to pray in silence.
Okay, okay. Uh, let me do some math, okay?
Thank you.
WHITE [SINGING]: ♪ Coming for to carry me- ♪
♪ Coming for-Coming for to carry me home ♪
♪ Swing low-♪ Omar, let's take a walk.
- I fuck up? - No, nothing like that.
So I hear you're singing up a storm.
Yeah, I know, who'd have thunk it, right?
I'm the motherfucking Omar "Barry" ' White.
- Yo, you wanna hear a few bars? - Uh, not right now.
As a matter of fact, Omar, neither does anybody else.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold it, hold it. You-
First you encourage me to do this shit, right?
- Now you want me to stop? - Follow me.
Where we going, man?
You ain't sticking me in Gen Pop.
Calm down, we're almost there.
Yeah, what the fuck is this, man? Shit. Hey, yo, McManus,
I ain't with this shit at all, all right?
Oh, no, man, you ain't gonna make me mop and shit again?
Omar, Omar, if you would just shut up a fucking second,
I think that you'll be pleased.
Oh, shit.
Damn, boy.
You'll practice in here, one hour each day.
Damn.
You all right, McManus, I mean-
You a straight up motherfucking humdinger, boy.
Yeah, yeah, that's me. Humdinger.
[McMANUS LAUGHS]
REDDING: I heard you got your own little private practice shack.
You ready to do a little slinging for me?
Slinging? Sling what? What you mean, like selling drugs?
No, no. No. I can't-I can't-I can't risk that now.
Now, see...
that's not the answer I was looking to hear from you.
Now, here's how it's gonna work.
I'm gonna give you the stash,
you move it on over to my man Reggie,
and he moves it on over to Unit C.
And if you got a problem with that...
then you gonna have a bigger problem with me.
So I'm going to ask you one more time,
are you ready to do some slinging with me?
Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fine. Fine.
Take it.
Omar,
if I find out you been using some of that shit...
there ain't going to be nothing left of you to sweep up off the floor.
Believe me, Redding, this time I actually wanna stay clean.
Yeah, well, miracles do happen.
[SINGING] ♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪
♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
You Reggie?
Fuck else you think gonna be knocking? Destiny's Child?
Yo, nigger, that was rhetorical shit, all right?
If rhetorical means dumb as fuck, you got that right.
You ain't too big on the small talk, is you, brother?
Business is business.
Yeah, well, pleasure's better.
Later. Fucking rhetorical nigger.
Yo, Burr.
Good work.
Never let it be said that I ain't a patron of the arts.
[BELL RINGING]
Whoo, boy.
Tough day at the office, Jack. How was yours?
Yo, what, uh-? What you doing?
Omar, please.
What?
Be quiet.
Yeah, well, I'm just trying to wind down and shit.
Then wind down in silence.
Wait, what the fuck? I mean, what's eating you, huh?
Something I did or something? What?
Omar, now, you may be my biggest concern,
but you are certainly not my only one.
So please, please, please...
leave me in peace.
All right.
Good morning, imam.
Preparing for tomorrow's lecture?
No.
Music Appreciation and Theory?
That's right.
What about us, minister?
I understand our faith does not discourage
against the improvement of others,
but it also mandates that our leader lead.
We're concerned that Omar White is becoming too much of a distraction.
We?
- Lalar, you concur? - Look-
Ahmad, do you feel spiritually adrift
now that I've taken somebody else under my wing?
- Imam, I-I just-ROBSON: Oh.
Lookie here.
Huey, Duey and Jigabooie are having a little lesson.
SAID: Lalar, step back!
Now.
Arif, let's go.
I hope it was something I said.
Out on the Serengeti, where these nigs are from,
you know how you send a message to the leader of the pack?
You kill the youngest and the weakest of the herd.
I seen that on those wildlife shows.
Well, I think it's time we do a little big-game hunting.
The Vikings eventually got civilized, became Christians.
They're now the Danes, the Norwegians, the Swedes.
What's ironic is, despite all them war-loving genes in their system,
Norway now gives out the Nobel Peace Prize.
I guess a people can change if they put their collective minds to it.
[THUDS]
Pretty cushy gig for a jig.
Trusting you around all of this merchandise. I mean,
how are we to know that you're not stealing shit?
[LALAR MUMBLING]
I guess we better open you up and check.
[MUMBLING]
Nope, nothing there.
Maybe in his arm.
Maybe.
[LALAR SCREAMING]
[ROBSON AND ARYAN LAUGHING]
Oh, strike-fucking-two.
Well, Lalar, I recommend you get comfortable.
This could take a little while.
[LALAR SCREAMING]