[TV static drones]
[bright tone]
[tense jazzy music]
♪ ♪
- Then the Lord said,
"I have seen the affliction of my people who are in Egypt
"and have heard their cries because of their taskmasters.
"I know they're suffering and I have come down to deliver
"them out of the hands of the Egyptians and to bring
"them up out of that land to a good and broad land,
a land flowing with milk and honey."
Yeah.
God sends Moses to be the deliverer,
then throws a curve ball.
God hardens Pharaoh's heart
so Pharaoh won't let the Israelites go.
Moses, set my people free, Pharaoh, keep 'em captive.
Hey, God, whose side are you on?
- Schillinger, congratulations.
- For what?
- It's a boy, a bouncing baby boy.
Your son arrived yesterday.
- Which unit's he in?
- Your favorite, Emerald City.
- I got to see Glynn. Now!
Beecher, Keller and O'Reilly have been waiting at the gate
to fuck with me.
Now, McManus gives 'em my boy on a silver platter.
Your daughter was attacked, right?
She was beaten, raped.
You know what it is to want to protect your own.
- And you're asking me to...
- Put Andy in Unit B with me.
- You must really love your son, Schillinger,
to come in here and ask me for a favor.
It must chewing up your insides to have to
stand here in my office begging me for your son's life,
'cause that's what you're doing, right?
Begging.
- Yes.
- Think of all the times I've needed something from you
and you just sit here with that stupid-ass grin on your face
singing "do-dah."
- This is my son, goddammit.
- I thought you had two sons.
- Yeah, I do.
- Maybe you'll be luckier with the second.
Take him away.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sniffs]
- Why would McManus put Schillinger's kid here
knowing the history?
You think he's trying to set us up?
- No.
McManus hates that Nazi fuck more than we do.
Maybe he's looking for us to come up with the right move.
- Right move. What's that?
You think he wants us to whack the kid?
- No. Schillinger hates that his son uses drugs.
Andy boy's been here a couple of days and he's already bought
a shitload of tits off of me.
So what do you say we let Andy boy suck on the tit
till he O.D.'s?
- Or...
- Or what?
- O'Reilly, I need some more of that good shit.
- Coming right up, buddy boy.
- Yo, Vern, nice fucking kid.
[indistinct chatter]
- Andrew. Andrew.
Hey, Andrew.
Hey.
- Oh, hey, Dad.
- You piece of shit.
Hey, Lopresti. - Yeah?
- This fucking prison still have a no-drug policy?
- Yeah.
Come with me.
- Fuck you, Dad!
[inmates clamoring]
[cheers and applause]
- [grunts]
- I want my son in your rehab group.
- Well, that's fine, Vern, but an addict will only quit
doing drugs when he decides it's time.
- You ought to get curtains.
- Poor Vern. Worried about his son?
- Listen, Tobias.
I'm going to bring Andrew into the group.
I hope that won't be a problem for you.
- Not at all.
I'll look forward to it.
- Ah, yeah. Good.
Uh, everybody, let's welcome Andrew.
- Hey, Andrew. - Hey, Andrew.
- So, Andrew,
the idea here is for us to talk about ourselves,
our feelings, our addictions,
in the hope that we find the cause.
So why don't you tell us what you're addicted to.
- Go fuck yourself.
- Hey, scumbag, this is a nun.
You don't talk to her that way.
- Yeah? Fuck you too.
- Fuck me? Fuck you.
- Wait a minute. - Hey, back off.
- Officer!
- Jesus fucking Christ, what is this bullshit?
Come on, you fuck.
- Hey, you're supposed to punch me in the stomach.
- I had to look legit, like Mark Mack's nose, right?
Where's the kid?
- He's there.
- What do you mean, no more tits?
- I got a lot of customers.
You've been burning through my inventory like a motherfucker.
So until a new shipment comes in, you're cut off.
- Oh, fuck you.
You ain't the only one dealing.
- Hey, there's me and there's them.
And I know based on your beliefs, you ain't trafficking
with anyone who ain't your color.
- Hey, you okay?
- Can you get me some tits, man?
- Sorry.
- You must think I'm an idiot.
You want me to move Keller out of your pod
and move Andrew Schillinger in?
- You're wondering what I'm going to do to the son of a guy
who double-fucked me.
- It crossed my mind.
- McManus, the kid's been here how many days?
I haven't hurt him, though I've had plenty of opportunities.
The truth is after seeing him in group,
my heart goes out to Andrew.
With a fuck like Schillinger for a father,
you can understand why a kid would turn to drugs.
God knows I've been there.
I think I can help him.
I want to help him.
- Look, Beecher.
Sister Pete says you stood up for him.
- Andrew's sharing a pod with another Aryan.
Schillinger's told his pals to ignore him.
So the kid's becoming more and more isolated
and you don't want that.
Not that I would pretend to know what you do want
or why you brought him to Em City in the first place.
- You must have been a pretty good lawyer.
You can be fairly persuasive when you want to be.
- When it's important.
- He gets hurt, it's your ass.
- Little Andrew's going to be as safe
as if he was in his mother's arms.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey.
By the way, thanks for hitting that guy.
You know, standing up for me.
- It's okay.
I know what it's like to be on the bottom bunk.
- [laughs]
- You got any tattoos?
- Yeah, a couple.
- [sniffs]
- [gasps softly]
- Very nice.
- Hey, how about you?
- I got one.
- Yeah? Let me see.
- Some day.
We don't know each other that well yet.
- [laughs]
- Plague.
God plagues the mighty Pharaoh
for not letting the Israelites go.
God smites Pharaoh with the first of 10 disasters.
One morning, old boy Pharaoh strolls down to the beach,
you know, for a swim, for a tan, something.
He goes down, checks--oh!
All the water in the Nile has turned to blood.
- McManus, be in my office at noon.
- What for?
- Meeting with the president of the officer's union
and the state's attorney.
You might want to have your lawyer present.
- Why?
- Claire Howell is suing you for sexual harassment.
- What?
- You should have told me when you asked me to fire her
that you had been fucking her.
- As head of the officer's union,
I want assurances that this sort of thing
doesn't happen again.
All staff members are going to have to undergo
some sort of intense sensitivity training.
And I want Officer Claire Howell
immediately reinstated in her job.
- Wait a minute, Mr. Strauch.
I think we're getting ahead of ourselves.
My client did not harass Officer Howell.
- There are inmates, Ms. Beiter, who will testify to having seen
Mr. McManus force himself on her in his office.
If anyone was the aggressor here, it was Claire.
She came into my office. She asked me out.
- Dinner is not an invitation to sex.
- I agree. We ate.
We went to the parking lot to get our cars.
We started kissing.
Next thing, we were back at my place naked.
- So, the sex was consensual.
- Yes.
Two or three nights later, we sleep together again.
She started to assume that the relationship was a lot
farther along than I did.
I told her I wanted it to stop.
She got pissed, threatening.
That's what the inmates saw.
- Then you had her fired.
- She was fired because she was incompetent,
not because I didn't want to fuck her anymore.
- Mr. Strauch, inform Officer Howell
that the State will settle this out of court.
She can return to work as soon as she likes.
- You say one word to me and I'll scream.
[gate buzzes]
- I must go, I have a visitor.
It's my sister.
- Goodson, I asked to see you because I received
a rather troubling visit from a young woman.
- Patricia Ross.
- Yes.
Then you do know her.
- Yeah, she's a plaintiff in the lawsuit
we're bringing against the State.
Her brother was murdered during the riot.
- Oh, I see.
- Why did she come to see you?
- She said she's been trying to reach you,
that you've been ignoring her.
- Yes, I have.
- Why?
Thought so.
She's in love with you and you're in love with her.
- We've only seen each other twice.
- Since when does it take more than that?
Now, Goodson, when you turned your back on our faith,
became a Muslim, I took it very personally,
like you had somehow rejected me and Daddy.
- I know you did, but it wasn't about that at all.
- The worst thing you've ever done, though,
was before that when you were going to marry Marilyn Crenshaw.
I could never understand how you fell in love with that woman.
- Why don't you say what you mean?
That white woman!
- Yes, that white woman.
And here you go again.
For all your talk, for all your fervor,
there is still some part of you that wants to be
something you are not.
How many more people are you going to have to hurt before
you resign yourself to the fact that you are exactly
what you are. - And what is that?
I am black, I am a Muslim and I am a man.
And sometimes those three things...
They war with each other.
I'm not proud of my feelings for Tricia Ross,
but I am not ashamed of them either.
Because sweet, sweet sister, when I stop my feelings,
when I shut down my emotions, then this prison,
it has truly won.
[door opens]
[knocking]
- Yo, Said, man.
You know that thing you did with the hunger strike,
how you beat the hacks at their own game...
- Yeah.
- Man, I know I let you down.
I know you worked hard to get me published,
to get me free, and I fucked up.
I fucked up.
But I'm saying, man, I ain't even been writing
because I mean, I wanted to punish myself,
but I miss it, Minister.
Without poetry, man, I'm half of myself.
- [scoffs]
You're asking my permission to write?
Then write, my brother.
- You know what? I will. I will.
And the very first poem that I write is going to be dedicated
to you and how you inspire all of us...
- No, don't write that.
You're going to write, you write for yourself,
for your own soul, not because of me.
I'm no better than you, you know?
I'm just a punk like all the rest.
- I was so glad you-- - Shh.
Let's not talk.
I am done with talking.
♪ ♪
- So you've confessed
to breaking Beecher's arms and legs.
- I broke his arms.
Schillinger broke his legs.
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
So then you feel less guilty, right,
'cause you only broke his arms?
- Nun first or shrink first?
- Shrink. - Ah.
What made you want to crawl inside other people's heads?
- I thought I could help them.
- And you do. - Sometimes.
Sometimes I can get a fellow to see life from a slightly
different angle and then maybe,
maybe he can cope a little better.
- Slightly.
A little?
You measure everything in all of these small steps.
- Well, you have to.
I mean, there's rarely any dramatic breakthroughs.
Everything is stops and starts and stutter steps.
- And it frustrates you?
It hurts you. - Hurts me?
No. No, no.
I was trained not to take any of that personally.
- That's a tough lesson. - Oh, yeah.
- Especially here. - Oh, yeah.
- I mean, it's not your fault
that your patients don't get better.
Still you worry.
You wonder...
If you're just not good enough.
[bell rings]
Oh, time's up.
Visiting hours, one of my ex-wives is coming to visit me.
- Goddamn.
Did you see Keller's ex?
- What? - Gorgeous goddamn motherfucker.
[both muttering]
- Hey, Pete, I heard you got Leo to agree to let Alvarez
participate in the victim-offender program.
- Yeah.
I'm on my way to talk to Alvarez right now.
- Oh, great. I'll come along.
- Mm, Ray, I don't think that would be a good idea.
I know you were there for Alvarez since he came to Oz,
but in order for this to work, I need to establish
a rapport with him, you know, separate from you.
- Well, I want to be involved.
- Yeah, I know you do, but you can't.
From now on this is between Alvarez and Rivera and me.
- [screaming]
[indistinct chatter]
[lock clicks]
- Miguel, I want to talk to you about officer Rivera.
Would you be willing to meet with him face to face?
- With Rivera?
- Yeah. - Me?
- Yeah. - For what?
- Well, so he can ask questions, express his feelings,
and to give you the opportunity to take responsibility
for blinding him.
- What do you call this?
I take responsibility every fucking day.
- No, no, no.
Miguel, this is not remorse.
This is only punishment.
- Rivera wants to see me?
- Well, I can't speak to him
until I know you're willing to cooperate.
Will you?
- Yeah. - Oh, that's great.
Good.
Now, the warden has agreed to release you
from solitary while you're participating in the program.
- What's the deal?
I know Glynn's not going to let me out for free.
What's he want?
- At some point you're going to have to tell him
who raped his daughter, Ardeth.
- Or what?
- Or you come back here.
[sighs] It's up to you.
Miguel...
this isn't a way out.
It's a way in.
Understand?
Okay.
[keys jingling]
Hello? Is Eugene there?
Oh, Tina, hi.
This is Sister Peter Marie Reimondo
calling from Oswald.
I was wondering,
could I come over there to see you and Eugene?
Or you could come here if you'd like.
- Oh, shit.
Am I seeing things? Is that Alvarez?
What's up, Miguelito?
You look really well rested, man.
- You want us to forgive Alvarez?
- There is no expectation of forgiveness.
- Come on, Sister.
We're Catholic too. We know what you're after.
- I'm not here as a nun, not even as a psychologist.
I'm here simply to encourage discussion, to listen,
to help clarify your feelings.
- Clarify?
What the fuck does that mean, clarify?
Clarify what?
- Tina. - No, Eugene.
What do you need to clarify to that piece of shit?
He gouged your eyes out, blind forever.
Forget solitary.
Alvarez should be on death row, end of story.
Why do you want to go through with this crap?
- Baby, you don't have to be here, but I do.
And I need you to understand that.
- Who says Alvarez is gonna give Eugene what he wants?
- If I sense a dead end, it's over.
And either party can call it quits at any time.
- Know what I want?
To look at him in the eye, just for a second.
To have him see me,
what he did,
and to find out why.
Why?
[eerie tones]
- Why?
That's what Pharaoh's asking himself.
Why is there blood in the Nile?
He asks his priests and his soothsayers,
but before they can figure it out,
swarms of frogs hop out of the water
and into the Egyptians' homes, into their beds and bathtubs
and mixing bowls.
Pharaoh says, enough.
The Israelites can get the fuck out.
"Yippee," says Moses.
And then God hardens Pharaoh's heart again.
At the last minute,
Pharaoh decides the Israelites can't leave.
Suddenly, the dust of Egypt turns to gnats and flies.
Now, imagine your house, your office, your whole city
filled with flies.
Imagine the noise, all the buzzing in your head.
And bug spray won't be invented for 4,000 years yet.
- ¿Qué pasa contigo?
Get the fuck out of here, man.
Yo, what, man?
Somebody cut off your tongue like your old man?
What's up, Miguel?
All of a sudden, you're back in Em City
and you ain't got nothing to say?
- I did what you asked me.
You ain't got nothing to say to me?
- You want to talk, we can talk.
You can start by telling me what the fuck you're doing
out of solitary?
- Yeah, you suck the warden's dick or something?
- Cállate, Guerra.
- Reimondo's got me on some new program.
- Bullshit.
You gave us up.
- I gave you up?
[speaks Spanish]
- Blood in, blood out, Alvarez.
You made a pledge.
- I'm in, El Cid.
I'm in.
- Good.
Listen, man.
Now, Carlo Ricardo, he was boxing for us.
He fucked up.
He's in the hole.
I hear you used to box. - Yeah.
- All you got to do is beat some fag.
- They got me on some of these drugs, you know.
Stop me from going crazy.
- Crazy is good, bro.
Crazy wins fights.
Stop taking that shit, man, it's no good for you.
[machinery squeaking]
[tense music]
[bell ringing]
♪ ♪
- Cyril, let's go.
Come on.
Get up.
First, we got to go work the kitchen and we gotta go box.
- I don't want to box today.
- Relax, Cyril.
Your next fight's not for two weeks.
- I don't wanna box anymore.
- Cyril, I'm getting sick and tired of your fucking whining.
Now, get your ass out of bed.
- Hey, O'Reilly, your brother looked good in the ring
the other day, man.
- What can I say? He gives good hook.
- Yo, Alvarez, you've got your first fight today, huh, man?
- Yeah, I fight Jason Cramer.
- The faggot? My money's on you, cuz.
- Speaking of money, Guerra,
you bet me Cyril would lose to Robson.
Pay up. - Shit.
I still can't figure out what happened.
- Robson lost, period.
Cyril won, exclamation point.
- There's no way Robson got beat fair.
- You accusing me of cheating, Guerra?
- You want to back off, O'Reilly?
Nobody's accusing nobody.
- Better luck later.
- Later.
[camera shutter clicks]
[dramatic musical sting]
- Prisoner #98C931, Jason Cramer.
Convicted September 6th, '98, murder in the first degree,
kidnapping, assault with a dangerous instrument.
Life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.
[church bells tolling]
- Hiya, O'Reilly. - Hey, Cramer.
- You all ready for your big fight?
- Feeling good. - Looking good.
'Course so is Miguel Alvarez.
I gotta tell ya, Jason,
you going in the ring against Alvarez, you got balls.
- I didn't think you noticed.
- 'course, you're gonna need 'em.
- [scoffs] What do you mean?
- I overheard Hernandez talking to the other spics.
They say if you lose, they're gonna gang-bang Anthony.
- My Anthony? - That's what they said.
- Those fucks better not put their paws on my little Anthony.
- Odds are 50:1 in Miguel's favor.
- Oh, sure.
Nobody thinks a fag can defend himself.
But let me tell you something, O'Reilly,
there's only two things that I know how to do,
fight and suck.
- Next.
- Nice roll, O'Reilly.
You know the rule, all betting goes through me.
- Yeah, sure.
- You ain't by any chance doing some side action?
- No, no.
This is just some extra green I've been saving up, you know?
- As a sign of good faith,
maybe you ought to give me a little slice.
- How little?
- 25%.
You got Alvarez for the fight today, right?
- Uh-uh. I'm betting on the faggot.
- That's crazy.
- That's me.
[eerie tones]
♪ ♪
- You got it? - I got it.
- Cool. Let me see it.
- O'Reilly, I know it's none of my business,
but this is the second time you've asked me to take
chloral hydrate from the hospital ward.
What're you doing with the stuff?
- Hey, you're right; it's none of your business.
♪ ♪
[bell dings]
[crowd shouting]
- Yeah! Come on!
[crowd cheering]
- [pants, groans]
[referee shouting]
- Get up, get up!
[crowd roars]
- Three, four, five, six, seven.
Come to me. Come to me.
[bell dings]
[crowd cheering and whistling]
- Yo, faggot! You faggot! - All right, come on!
[indistinct shouting]
[bell dings]
[slo-mo cheering]
[distorted voices]
[blows landing]
[crowd cheering]
[crowd roars]
[cheers and applause]
- Five!
[blows landing]
[bell dings]
- Come on, Alvarez! [indistinct]
- What's wrong with you, man?
You're getting your ass kicked by a fucking faggot.
Now, come on, man.
What, are you having a fucking orgasm?
Yo, come on, man.
You're getting your ass kicked.
[bell dings]
[crowd cheering]
[blows landing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- That's it!
- Yes!
[crowd cheering and whistling]
- Whoo!
- Darkness.
For three days straight, only darkness.
Think of it.
Sitting in your house for three days,
no lights, no TV, not even the flashlight
you keep for blackouts.
Pharaoh just sitting there on his throne, in the dark,
wondering when it's all gonna end.
All 'cause of God.
Doesn't make sense, does it, Pharaoh taking the blame
for what God was gonna do anyway?
Fuck yeah, it makes sense.
The Pharaohs brought it on themselves and their people.
430 years the Israelites were slaves,
one Pharaoh after another.
No one gets away with that, dead or alive.
- Fuck me, man.
Oh!
[indistinct murmuring]
- Fuckin' tits!
- Nooter and Pecky are funny.
- Who?
- The puppets.
- Oh, yeah, the puppets.
- I had a dream last night
that I just came between Miss Sally's breasts.
- You shouldn't talk like that about Miss Sally.
She's a goddess.
- Goddess? She a ho.
- What the fuck is this?
Not the fucking god squad again.
Man, sit the fuck down.
- We know why you watch this show.
- Oh, sit down, man.
- It's not for its educational value.
- Shut the fuck up, you jizzball.
- But out of lust.
[all clamoring]
- Sermon's over, Cudney. Move away.
- No.
- Lock down, lock down!
[bell rings]
[all shouting angrily]
- Hey, champ.
- Hey, don't distract me.
I'm beating the shit out of Kareem Said.
- Who would've thought Jason Cramer'd beat Miguel Alvarez?
Tim, how's officer Hughes making out?
- You want the truth? - Yeah.
- He's just hanging on.
- What's the matter with him?
- I don't know, man.
I just don't think he has what it takes.
Why? - I'm just curious.
- [scoffs] You asked me to bring him into Em City.
That's a lot more than curious, Leo.
- Clayton's dad and I were C.O.'s back when.
We're like brothers, you know, looking out for each other,
scheduling our shifts together.
Sam died 17 years ago.
Killed in Oz.
- No shit.
- Clayton is his only son.
- Yo, Alvarez.
Great fight, man.
- What are you talking about?
Fucking lost.
- Yeah, but I won.
[laughter]
- How come everybody you bet on wins?
- What can I say? I got a gift.
- Miguel, how's it feel to get your ass whooped by a faggot?
- You better watch your fucking mouth.
- Whatcha gonna do, hit me with your purse, motherfucker?
- That's enough, you two.
- You made us look bad, Alvarez.
You made us look like a bunch of maricones.
- Fuck you. - Get off him!
[stun gun crackling]
- How did a goddamn stun gun make it through security?
- Well, probably the same way that drugs get through.
- I'm gonna find out who had his eyes closed.
- Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute, Leo.
What about Hughes?
The guy who used the stun gun?
He's tangled with the Latinos,
he smuggles in an illegal weapon,
he zaps Hernandez for a minor infraction.
The guy's out of fucking control, Leo.
- You don't understand what it's like being a C.O.
- Oh, come on.
- You never have and you never will.
Look, Hughes fucked up and I will deal with it.
Case closed.
[knocking]
Come in.
- Leo, I'm sorry, I...
- Come here.
Get over here.
Look at that.
- What? - Closer.
- What about it?
What the fuck!
- That's how fast it was for your father to die.
You think you're invincible, Clayton?
Making your own set of rules?
- I needed an extra advantage to get respect.
- Respect?
- I said I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
- No, it won't happen again.
- Are you gonna fire me?
- I'm transferring you to the library, permanently.
- The library?
Leo, I can't work in the fucking--
- Go. I've got work to do,
like explaining this wrist slap to my staff.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[laughter]
[both moaning and laughing]
[laughter]
- Morning.
- Getting ready to go to the city for your appeal?
- Uh-huh.
I don't know, I woke up today, got a good feeling.
- Well, I hope the judge overturns your verdict.
'Course, if he does, I'll never see you again.
I'll miss you, Richie.
- Yeah, but if they don't overturn the verdict...
I decided I'm gonna do what you suggested.
I'm gonna tell the cops that Schillinger and I
killed Alexander Vogel together.
At least if I have to die, he'll die too.
Get some justice.
- Good boy.
Hey, I'm almost done with your sweater.
- Okay, Hanlon, let's go.
- Au revoir, Shirley.
- No.
Goodbye, my darling.
- [speaks Russian] Thieves-in-law.
We would dress up as police officers
and rob the homes of wealthy Russians.
But I got caught, sent to Tulun.
But fortunately, I was able to bribe a magistrate
and was released early.
So I came to America to find a better life.
- How did the INS let you in with a criminal record?
- They didn't.
I lied on the application.
But the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Moscow,
they informed the FBI, followed me, wiretaps,
so here I am.
- Big news, boys.
Richie Hanlon's murder conviction got overturned.
Some loophole in the law.
He squeezed through.
- Hanlon killed Alexander Vogel.
- Yeah. You said you knew Vogel.
- He was my enemy.
- And they're setting Hanlon free?
- No, no, no.
He's still got to serve time for the original drug arrest.
- You think they'll bring Hanlon back to Em City?
- He's on his way back now.
- Well, this is cause to celebrate.
I have in my cell some vodka.
- You do?
Wow. Real Russian vodka?
- How did you get it in?
- [speaks Russian]
When life is good, it's better not to question why.
[gate buzzes]
♪ ♪
- Hey.
Jesus, I never thought I'd be thrilled coming back
to Em City.
Man, oh man, I feel great.
You know, you sit up there on death row,
counting down the days,
knowing all you got in your future
is the sharp end of a lethal needle.
I'm telling ya, my heart is pumping so fast,
it's gonna explode out of my chest.
I am just so fucking happy to be alive.
I'm sorry. Am I talking too much?
What?
Been a while since I did this.
[screaming]
- I lied.
Alexander Vogel was my friend.
[gurgling]
- The last plague is the worst one.
That's the one that messes up our ideas about loving god.
All the first-born in the land of Egypt killed on one night
when everyone's asleep.
You the oldest child in the family?
Woulda been you, no questions asked.
Pharaoh's son dies too.
His heir.
His pride and joy.
His sweet, innocent, little boy.
- Lights out, Charlie.
- You're HIV positive. - That is not possible.
- I'm going to schedule you for counseling
and make the arrangements for your transfer.
- Transfer?
- All inmates who test positive for HIV
are to be isolated in one place.
- This isn't happening to me.
Can I offer you something to drink, Father?
Cappuccino?
- You have a cappuccino machine?
- Well, I'm trying to make the best of a worst-case situation.
The only upside to being in this unit is the hacks
think we're already dead
so they pretty much let us do as we please.
- Yeah, I'll have a cappuccino. Sure.
- Okay, sit.
You know, Father, I've always considered you nothing,
but a hack in black.
- Well, I know that a lot of the other inmates don't trust me
but I'm trying to demonstrate that I'm more than just
a stoolie for the warden.
- Well, for me it goes much deeper than that.
In my neighborhood, growing up, a boy became one of four things:
a doctor or a lawyer or a priest or a businessman.
- I understand.
- And in order to become a businessman,
you had to burn the saint.
You know about burning the saint?
- Oh, yeah.
That's when you burn a picture of a saint
in order to renounce your obligation to the church,
in order to prove your loyalty to the other businessmen.
- Right. - Thank you.
- I thought it was a mistake, the test saying
I was HIV positive, so I had my own doctor check the results.
And it's true.
- Well, you know, being HIV today
does not necessarily mean a death sentence.
Many people live very--
- I've heard all the speeches, Father, so save your breath.
I mean, in my business, you're always ready to die,
ready for the quick shot in the back of the head.
But it's the slow dying that's different.
It gives you time to think, you know?
Time to reflect on your life.
I want to make a confession.
- A confession?
- I want to confess to everything I've done
in the course of my life.
Everything.
And make a good act of contrition.
- All right.
- It's been a while. Can you get me started?
- Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
- Right, right. It's like riding a bicycle.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
My last confession was...
- Hey, boss, you have two seconds?
- Yeah, sit down.
- Years ago, Nino Schibetta taught me how to play this game,
Pinocchio.
- [laughs] Pinocchio.
It's pinnacle, you dumb fuck.
- We were good friends, good partners.
He said I was more Italian than any nigga in this place.
- Adebisi, you want to waltz down memory lane?
Go dance somewhere else.
- You and I could be partners.
- I already got a partner: Wangler.
- But you hate Wangler.
- I hate you too.
So what the fuck does that mean?
I still remember when you split my head open.
- You were trying to kill me because I was a strong enemy.
I could be a strong ally.
- I'm listening.
- If something were to happen to Wangler,
we could be partners.
- Sure.
- Good. Good.
♪ ♪
- Yo, did you see that?
- Yeah. - We gots to whack Adebisi.
- Nappa said to chill.
- Fuck Nappa. Nappa's gone.
- Yeah. Word.
- I know you're having trouble with Wangler and his crew.
- Yeah, those bitches--
- Chico, you want to let the man talk?
- This is simple.
You help me get rid of them niggers,
we take over the drug trade.
- Simple, huh?
What about the white guys?
- They don't care who they work with,
as long as the job gets done.
- You're asking us to help you get rid of your people.
- They are not my people.
I am an African.
- Okay.
Okay, Adebisi.
Deal.
- Gentlemen, this room here is the computer room.
Call me crazy, but I think when I see people in this room,
they should be using computers.
But you three aren't, which leads me to guess,
you know, 'cause I'm such a bright fella,
that you're here for a different reason.
Now forgive me for being distrustful.
That probably means you're up to no good.
That's right. Come on. Take a hike.
Let's go. You too, Simon.
- I am using the computer.
- Oh.
Well, can I give you one little small suggestion?
Turn it on.
- You reap what you sow.
Pharaoh got what he deserved.
But what about Abdul, the farmer,
who woke up with frogs on his face,
his cattle dead from anthrax,
his wife fucked up with lesions,
his only child dead, all 'cause of a leader
he didn't even get to vote for?
What about all the people who reap what they don't sow?
Babies born addicted to crack,
four-year-olds molested,
ethnic cleansing?
What about you?
Is there a law in the universe or something?
A law about needless suffering?
A law that even God can't break?
♪ ♪
[dramatic musical sting]
- That's it? - Yeah.
- You sure? - Yeah.
- Check again.
- That's all there is, get the fuck out of here.
- Ah, how do.
- Yo, what'd you get?
- A birthday card from my mom, yo.
- Ah, okay, it's your birthday?
- Today. - How old are you, nigga?
- 18 up in this motherfucker.
- Eight-fucking-teen, all right.
- I guess that makes you a motherfucking man, Holmes.
- Get the fuck out of here.
I've been a man a long time.
Playin' me out.
- Well, son, let's go lick these titties like men.
- Yo, that sound cool to me.
Yo, bricks, you down?
- Yo, check it out.
I gotta make a phone call, all right?
I'ma catch up to y'all, all right?
- All right. - Peace out, peace out.
Lauryn? How you doing?
Yeah? How's the baby?
That's good. That's good.
Hey, didn't you forget something?
My birthday.
Nah. That's okay.
It's okay, you know?
But I wrote you, asking for, you know,
some boots because my shit's just kind of hurt.
I know money's tight so just do whatever you got to do, okay?
Yeah. All right.
Look, I gotta go, okay?
Yeah.
I love you too.
All right. Bye.
Ma, you seen Lauryn?
- Not lately.
She brought the baby around about three weeks ago,
left him with me for the weekend.
- Yeah? Where she be going?
- I don't know. - You don't ask?
- I asked.
She said to visit a sick friend.
Only, honey, I could tell by the way she said it,
there was no sick friend.
- Hmm.
Well, you never liked her anyway.
- This is why. She is a mother.
She should be home with her child, not off gallivanting.
- Well, who's she gallivanting with?
- I got my suspicions.
- Like who, ma?
- Ronnie Smith.
- Ronnie Smith? What the fuck?
She know I don't like that motherfucker.
Come on.
- And I got other suspicions.
- Like?
What, Ma?
Ma, I know that face. Don't hold back on me.
- I think he's hurting the baby.
Little Jordan's got black and blue marks,
and she said he fell.
Babies fall, but not that much.
- Fuck! Motherfucker!
Fuck him!
I'm getting my son!
I'm getting the fuck out of here
and I'm gettin' that motherfucker!
I don't give a fuck!
- I said it once before and I'll say it again,
all women is bitches.
All women, bitches.
Then the nigga she fucking is hurting my son,
my seed, my prince.
What the fuck?
Come on, what kind of shit is that?
What the fuck am I going to do in here, huh?
How can I help him in here?
- Yo, you and me both--
we know people that could make this right.
I use my people, there's no way the cops will be able
to trace it back to you.
- Make the call.
Any price, I don't give a fuck.
I want Ronnie smith dead.
Dead, motherfucker.
Pierce?
My wife too.
[dramatic musical sting]
Ma? Yeah, it's me.
Look, I want you to go over to Lauryn's tonight
and get the baby out of the house, okay?
Never mind why.
Just go over there and get the baby out the house tonight.
You hear me?
Get him out the house, Ma.
All right.
- Moses finally got the chosen people to the promised land.
Things didn't really get any better.
They were constantly at war
with the Canaanites, the Hittites, the Jebusites.
Eventually, the Israelites were completely crushed
by the Romans.
The suffering continues.
Which leads me to wonder,
is there too much suffering in the world?
Fuck the world.
Here in Oz,
there's too much suffering even for a guilty man to endure.
- Hey, yo, Bricks, you coming?
- Nah, yo.
I'm going to catch up to y'all in a minute.
- All right.
- ♪ Happy birthday to me ♪
♪ Happy motherfuckin' birthday to me ♪
♪ Happy birthday ♪
- ♪ To Kenny ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
[tense jazzy music]
♪ ♪
[bright tone]