[TV static drones]
[bright tone]
[tense jazzy music]
♪ ♪
- The Bill of Rights,
those first ten amendments to the Constitution?
We invented them, us,
the U.S. of A.
Before our Founding Fathers dipped their quills
into the inkwell and wrote the Bill of Rights,
no other country had ever defined
a government's responsibility to its people.
The prime responsibility being
to preserve liberty.
Liberty!
Of course, there are those
who take all kinds of liberties with liberty.
- Sometime yesterday before 5:00,
two inmates escaped through a tunnel
under the southeast wall of the prison.
Miguel Alvarez, 30s, Latino,
and Agamemnon Busmalis, 50s, Caucasian,
are not believed to be armed.
Alvarez is, however, considered dangerous.
- Alvarez!
- I want to assure the public
that there is a coordinated effort
by Warden Glynn's staff,
the local police department, and state troopers
to locate and apprehend these criminals.
- Warden Glynn! - Warden Glynn.
- Warden Glynn, how long did it take
for them to dig this tunnel?
- I wouldn't know.
- Can we assume the digging took more than a day?
- Yes. - More than a week?
- Yes. - And how can your staff
not have known what was going on?
- Busmalis is a low-risk prisoner
who demonstrates no aggressive tendencies
and so was given slightly more freedom than,
in retrospect, he should have.
- You say Alvarez is dangerous?
- He has a history of violence,
but he's been under medication
to control that kind of behavior.
- Hey, Hernandez,
look like you missed your chance to kill Alvarez, huh?
- Adebisi, you'd better shut the fuck up, man.
[tense percussive tones]
- [chuckles]
- Those goddamn reporters.
- You handled yourself well, Leo,
all things considered.
- Well, I appreciate your standing by me.
- People love a prison break.
It's sexy, exciting.
- But in the end,
they want the escapees captured.
- We know where their families are,
who their friends are.
We're watching every plane, train,
and highway in the state.
We'll get them.
- I hope so,
because if we don't,
your chances of becoming lieutenant governor are zero.
♪ ♪
- You had no idea
Busmalis was working on a tunnel?
- No.
The truth is, I'm a little hurt
that he didn't ask me to go with him.
- Alvarez never talked to you about escaping?
- When?
He's in Solitary. Then he's in the hospital.
- Come on, Hernandez,
you hate Alvarez as much as I do.
Help me bring him back.
- I don't know dick.
[gate buzzes]
- Yo.
♪ ♪
- I want word out on the street.
When Alvarez shows his face,
I want his fucking heart ripped out
and shoved up his fucking ass.
- El Cid.
- Go.
- Alvarez...
I kill you. [laughs]
I kill you, Alvarez. - No, Papi!
- I kill you! I kill you! - No, Papi!
- Yo, Adebisi, feeling cocky today?
- [laughs]
Always.
- Yeah, you won't be feeling so fucking cocky
after I talk to the hacks.
- About what?
- About you giving the French guy the gun.
[gunshot]
Warden wants to know how Frenchy killed four guys.
[gunshots]
I tell him it was you that was responsible,
they're gonna ship your kokolo ass to Death Row, bro.
- Tell them it was me,
I tell them it was you, Papi.
- Hey, that's fine. We'll see who he believes.
- So Adebisi gave the gun to Tarrant?
- Yeah, he wanted a white man to shoot a black man.
- Why? - Why?
Stir things up.
- One last question.
Who did Adebisi get the gun from?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Step out.
♪ ♪
Who?
♪ ♪
- Hughes.
- Hughes?
Clayton Hughes?
- The day you fired him as a CO.
- Oh...fuck!
[sighs]
- Leo, what's up?
You called, said come right over.
- [sighs]
Look at you.
Like a Zulu.
- What's this about?
- Right there.
Right fucking there.
- Yeah, I know. That's where my dad died.
- Stabbed...by an inmate.
- A white inmate.
- Clayton,
I'm gonna ask you something,
and I want you to tell me,
on your father's soul,
the absolute truth.
- Yes, I gave Adebisi the gun.
Feel better?
- No.
- I knew the minute I heard your voice on the phone
that you knew what I had done.
Because of me, four people are dead, four black people.
- Shut up. - No, Leo--
- Don't say any more! - Listen to me.
- Don't say another goddamn word.
Officer Mineo.
Look, we're gonna get you a lawyer,
and until then, I don't want you saying anything to anybody.
You understand? - I am guilty.
- Clayton, I'm trying to protect you.
- Hey, Clayton, how you doing?
- Arrest him.
- What?
- I said arrest him.
♪ ♪
- Yes, Hughes gave me the gun.
- And you gave it to Tarrant?
- No.
Look, the cocksucker
stole the weapon from my cell.
- Take him to the Hole.
♪ ♪
- Cabrón.
- [spits]
- Prisoner number 00M871,
Enrique Morales,
convicted April 6, 2000,
murder in the second degree.
Sentence: 25 years!
Up for parole in 15.
- Hernandez, Adebisi, and me
have been partners selling tits.
- This, I know.
- Hernandez is having some kind of nervous breakdown.
- This, I also know.
- We don't want a partner who's, uh, loco.
You come with cred,
so we're offering you Hernandez's third.
- If I waste him?
- Yes. Do it quietly.
And soon.
♪ ♪
- May I come in? - Well--
- I won't hurt you, sir. Sit.
I'm not like Hernandez or Guerra.
They're spics, old-school thugs.
Me, I'm a businessman.
I like Armani suits. I surf the net.
- Really?
- I have a proposition for you.
- Really?
- Raoul Hernandez must be killed,
but he's so paranoid,
he won't let anybody near him.
I need the person he would suspect the least
to finish him off.
And that, Mr. Rebadow,
is you.
- Me? I can't kill anyone.
- You did once before, and that's why you're here.
- No, I won't do it.
- Well, you see, sir,
this really isn't a multiple choice.
You kill him, or I kill you.
It's that simple.
- I can go into protective custody.
- For the rest of your life?
It's pretty lonely up there.
I would hate to think of you spending your twilight years
mumbling to yourself.
- But if I kill Hernandez,
I go to Solitary or Death Row.
- No, no, no, no.
Here's the beauty part.
We get you moved into Hernandez's cell.
I'll handle the arrangements.
And in the middle of the night,
you stick him in the neck,
just like you did that guy 35 years ago.
You yell for help
and say that Hernandez was attacking you.
- That I killed him in self-defense.
- Exactly.
Such a sweet old fella.
Who's gonna doubt your word?
So do we have a deal?
- What do I get in return?
- Anything you want.
- Okay, I'll kill him.
[gate buzzes]
- I've known Raoul Hernandez for many years,
and he's changed-- not for the better.
- Sure is quieter lately.
- He's edgy, dangerous.
- And you suggest?
- He needs a calming influence.
Someone like, say...
Rebadow.
- Hmm.
♪ ♪
- It's not my fault. I didn't ask to move in here.
- I know.
We have no say.
So how many years you been here in Oz?
- 35, give or take a day.
- That's about as long as I've been in prison.
All my life, in and out.
35 years, and what do we get?
- Get?
- Yeah, I mean, ain't we supposed to get something
out of being locked up?
- No, I don't think so.
- You know, I wanna see Alvarez dead.
I don't know why.
You know, it's like, um,
one of those reflexes you get
when they tap you in the knee
and your leg jumps up.
What's your first name, viejo?
Don?
- Bob.
- Oh, Bob.
Go to sleep, Bob.
[groans]
[knock at door]
- Yeah?
- We got him, Warden.
- Bring the bastard in.
- Yes, sir.
Bring him in.
[chains rattling]
- Ow.
Hi, Warden.
- Busmalis, good to see you.
- Likewise.
These cuffs are very tight.
- Well, you're gonna have
to endure the pain a little longer.
You and me are going on TV.
- Really? How do I look?
- Busmalis was found stalking the home
of Miss Whitney Allen,
who plays Miss Sally on the popular children's show
"Miss Sally's Schoolyard."
- Any sign of the other escapee, Alvarez?
- No, but we're closing in on him.
[reporters clamoring]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [screaming]
[both yelling]
- [stops yelling]
- [yelling]
- "No person shall be held to answer
"for any capital or otherwise infamous crime
unless under presentment or indictment of grand jury."
Now, that's part of Article Five of the Bill of Rights.
The first two articles get all the press.
You know, freedom of speech,
freedom of religion, the gun thing.
But Article Five, baby,
that's the one you gotta cling to
when they slap on them cuffs.
"No person shall be compelled in any criminal case
"to be witness against himself
"nor deprived of life, liberty,
or property without due process of law."
Deprived of life.
- [breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
- Out of the Hole already?
- Yeah.
- You missed all the fun.
- You know, Hernandez's murder only helps us.
Now we can go to Glynn and tell him
that Murphy can't control Emerald City
any better than McManus
and that Glynn has to hire a black man for the job.
- We tried that and got nowhere.
The more we push Glynn in one direction,
the more resistant he gets.
- Then we have to apply pressure from the outside.
We get community leaders to pressure him.
- We don't know any community leaders.
- Said does.
- No, not Said.
He won't get involved.
- Have faith, Muslim, eh?
Have faith.
You are looking good.
I need your help.
Jama'a.
Let me ask you,
do you agree that life would be better
if a black man ran Emerald City?
- That depends upon the black man.
- Let's say you get to help pick.
- Now, why would Glynn let me do that?
- Because you have influence.
- I know the man that I would choose
would not be your choice.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, because you are looking to manipulate someone.
- And you are not?
- Don't play me, Adebisi.
I know you're up to something.
- You and me, we have different ways,
different reasons for what we do, okay.
But our goal is the same:
the survival of our people.
- Jama'a.
- We appreciate you taking the time to see us, Warden.
- I'm always open to input from the community.
- Actually, we're concerned about
the most recent incident of racial tension
that has culminated in the deaths
of several African-Americans.
- We believe that your decision
to fire Tim McManus as unit director of Emerald City
will only help ease the situation.
- This murder last night, a white man killed a Latino?
- That wasn't racially motivated.
- Even so, we believe the man that you have
running Emerald City temporarily
isn't any more qualified than McManus.
- What we're interested in is this.
Who do you plan to replace McManus with
on a permanent basis?
- Well, I'm going over a number of applicants.
- Obviously, we know you'll select the best man.
We simply ask you that, if possible,
you choose a person of color.
- Ah.
- We believe that many mistakes were made
because McManus didn't have enough experience
dealing with men from the inner cities.
- I see.
- We hear that you may be running
as Devlin's lieutenant governor.
We would certainly consider throwing our support behind you
if we knew that you were sympathetic to our concerns.
- The truth is, I am thinking about
hiring a black man for the job,
maybe a black woman.
- That's excellent news.
- I'm not making any promises.
- Of course not.
Whoever's most qualified.
- Absolutely.
Absolutely.
[buzzer blaring]
[bell ringing]
- Mobay?
Mobay!
Yo, man. - Yeah, man?
- Yo, man, you move my chair?
How many times I gotta fucking tell you
don't move my chair?
- I had to pee last night.
- I don't give a shit about you peeing!
Look, man, all day, I got people fucking with me,
all right, jumping on the back of my chair and shit!
I don't need you fucking with me too!
- Okay, okay.
I'm sorry I moved the chair.
- It's all right.
♪ ♪
- I finished typing your speech
for the Downtown Businessman's Association.
- Oh, yeah?
What'd you think?
- Cut it by half.
- Oh.
- I've been summoned.
- Summoned?
- To meet with Adebisi, Pancamo, and Morales.
They'd asked for the name of a Jamaican drug dealer
they could check with about me.
I gave them Nesta Parks.
We busted Parks four years ago.
Now he's up for parole.
Knows we'll lean on the board
if he says the right things.
- Well, I guess he did.
- Yeah, well, I doubt it's my last hurdle.
Our merry little trio will probably want
to share some heroin with me.
- You know, as a law enforcement officer,
you're not allowed to use drugs.
- Don't worry. We have ways of faking it.
Usually the perps are so fucked up themselves,
they don't even notice.
- Even so, from here on,
it's gonna get a lot more dangerous.
- You worried about me, Warden?
- No, I just don't want to have
to break in another new assistant.
By half, huh?
- At least.
- Where is he?
- He's coming.
- I don't like Jamaicans.
- You don't like anybody.
So far, you check out.
- There are a few more steps
you gotta take before you can gain our friendship.
- You could be an undercover cocksucker,
but undercover cocksuckers aren't allowed to use drugs.
Now, we know you've been buying a lot of product,
but no one's ever seen you use the stuff.
♪ ♪
- Enjoy.
- We wanna see it go up your nose.
- [sniffs]
♪ ♪
- More.
- Hey, man. You okay?
Mobay!
Yo, Mobay, you--
Mobay?
Mobay, look--oh!
Yo, you got a serious problem, bro.
Yo, man, look at me.
Look, I know where you at, right?
I don't a whole share of that shit.
We gotta get you some help, man, all right?
- Shakedown, shakedown!
[buzzer blaring]
- Stand up.
- Everybody in front of their cells!
♪ ♪
[dog snarls]
- You, out!
[dog barking]
- "The right of the people to be secure in their person,
"houses, papers, and effects
"against unreasonable searches and seizures
"shall not be violated.
"And no warrants shall issue but upon probable cause,
"supported by oath or affirmation,
"and particularly describing
"the place to be searched
"and the person or things
to be seized."
♪ ♪
[dog barks and whines]
♪ ♪
- What's this, Hill?
- I don't know. Looks like drugs.
- Those are mine.
- No kidding.
To the Hole.
♪ ♪
- Whoa!
[laughter]
[inmates jeering]
[gate buzzes]
- [gasping and coughing]
- Leave us.
Hey, you okay?
- Momentary setback.
I'll be fine.
♪ ♪
- All right, Cramer.
Meet me later in the library.
As-salaam alaikum.
- Is the rumor true?
You gonna defend that...man?
- Yes, I am.
- I forbid it.
- You forbid it?
- You swore you wouldn't challenge me.
- Over leadership, Arif.
I did not say that I would subjugate my actions
to your will.
[buzzer blares]
- Harley versus the State.
A black man's life sentence was overturned
when it was discovered that the judge
presiding over the trial
was an active member of the Ku Klux Klan.
- So you think 'cause a juror at my trial
made antigay remarks,
I might get set free?
- Let's just say, at best, you can hope for a new trial.
- Excuse me, Said.
I just heard the news on the TV.
Our lawsuit, we won.
- What?
- The jury decided that the state was responsible
for the deaths and injuries caused after the riot.
- They say how much money we're gonna be getting?
- The amount won't be announced until next week,
but the newscaster said
it could be the full $45 million.
- Oh, fuck, yes! Nice!
- Great news, huh?
- That's very good.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
Jason and I are working.
- Yeah, okay.
- Now, where was I?
Yes, Harley versus the State.
- I thought you'd be happy.
- I am happy.
- Kareem, Arnie Zelman says that we could get
upwards of $250,000 each from the settlement.
- [chuckles softly]
- I've decided I'm gonna take the money
and start again.
- Well, that's terrific.
- I hate my job.
I hate my apartment.
I hate everything about living in town.
I'm moving to California.
- California?
- The only thing I'll miss here is you.
And even this, my visits here,
seem wrong.
'Cause we can never be intimate
the way I know in my heart we should.
I love you, Kareem.
And I know you love me.
And I know why you can't say it,
but please,
just this once,
please say it.
Tell me you love me.
- No.
This will make your leaving
easier...
for both of us.
- Hello, Minister. - Mr. Fortunato.
My client, Jason Cramer.
- Hey. - Yeah, how ya doing?
Congrats on winning that lawsuit against the state.
- Thank you.
- All rise for Judge Mason Koessler.
Be seated.
- All right, gentlemen,
I have read the motion by the plaintiff.
I am ready to hear arguments.
- Your Honor,
Jason Cramer is a homosexual.
But he was not on trial for that.
He was on trial for murder in the first degree,
kidnapping, assault with a dangerous instrument.
Now, a juror, a Mr. Christopher Jacobs,
during the jury's deliberations,
made continuous defamatory statements to the others
regarding Mr. Cramer's sexual orientation.
- I did not go on and on and on.
I made a couple of simple statements.
Every one of those people on the jury agreed with me.
- And was one of those simple statements,
"This should not take long,"
that "he was a fag,"
that "all fags should be dead"?
- I don't know if I said those words exactly.
- Before you heard any other evidence,
any other witnesses,
how were you gonna vote?
- Guilty.
- Mr. Cramer.
- Yes, Your Honor?
- Your lawyers should never have allowed
Christopher Jacobs a seat in the jury box.
That was their mistake.
Normally, I would chalk it up to bad luck
on your part and wish you well,
but there was a judge presiding at your trial,
and he should never have allowed Jacobs to serve.
And for that reason, and for that reason only,
I am going to grant your motion for a new trial.
- Yeah!
- Your Honor, Your Honor--
- You can whine to me, Counselor,
on the way back to town.
- Thanks.
- "In all criminal prosecutions,
"the accused shall enjoy the right
"to a speedy and public trial
"by an impartial jury,
"to be confronted with the witnesses against him,
and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense."
[inmates cheering]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- I suffocated Antonio Nappa.
- The mob boss? - One and the same.
- That took balls. - Not really.
I killed him at the behest of Mr. Chucky Pancamo.
- Pancamo wanted to take over?
- I don't know the politics, honey.
I just got the job done.
[buzzer blares]
- Lights out.
♪ ♪
- Hi. - Hi.
- Let's get rid of this.
[both moaning]
- Zeke Bellinger, the ex-husband
of condemned prisoner Shirley Bellinger,
has requested that after the execution,
the state hand her body over to him
for burial beside their slain daughter.
- Hey, rumor has it that Shirley Bellinger
wanted to be buried in an unmarked grave.
- So why's he going against her wishes?
- I hear hubby went born again after the drowning.
- Hello, Shirley.
- Zeke, you're looking very thin.
That new wife not feeding you?
- Patsy's a singer. She don't have time to cook.
- Singer, huh?
- A chanteuse.
- My, my, lucky you.
She pregnant?
- We decided not to have kids.
- She afraid what it might do to her figure?
Might ruin that chanteusing career?
- No, I just wouldn't be able to survive
losing another child.
- I want to be buried in an unmarked grave.
- No, it's wrong.
- All the years we were married,
you never did one thing I asked.
Do this. - No.
- I wanna be lost in oblivion.
- It's too late for that, Shirley. You're infamous.
- I don't understand.
I'd think you wouldn't want me buried anywhere near Katie.
- Well, you see, you're wrong,
'cause I forgive you.
- You forgive me?
- Took me all this time to get my heart in place,
but Reverend Kney, he's been very helpful to me,
praying with me, praise the Lord!
- You forgive me?
- Yes.
- What makes you think
I want your fucking forgiveness?
- Now, Shirley, don't cuss.
- You come in here all high and mighty
deciding to free me of my guilt?
Well, Zeke, I don't feel guilty.
I did what I had to do, and unlike you,
at least my balls were big enough.
[laughs]
You came to console me?
Well, I got a little consolation prize
for you, darling.
You and the chanteuse ought to go ahead
and have yourselves another child,
because when Katie died,
you didn't lose a child.
She wasn't yours.
- What?
- Your father raped me.
That child was his seed.
- Goddamn you!
- I'm gonna put this under my pillow tonight,
wait for the tooth fairy to come.
- Yeah, I need that by Friday.
I'm dead serious. All right, thanks.
- And the money.
- You know, Nikolai,
I figure since we made our peace pact
and now that we're comrades and all
that you wouldn't be charging me to use the cell phone.
- Just because we're not trying to kill each other
doesn't mean you get a free ride.
- You know, Nikolai,
you and I are the only two who know about this phone.
I could tell a few people, and they could take it away.
- If the hacks confiscate my phone,
you won't be able to use it.
- Who said I was gonna tell the hacks?
- I'm real busy here, O'Reily,
so whatever you want, make it fast and make it good.
- Ralph Gulino. - What about him?
- I don't know, don't it strike you odd that he's dead?
- Odd? Why odd?
- Well, 'cause on the outside, he had no history of using.
- Well, a lot of guys who were clean outside
get hooked in Oz.
- Yeah, but not Gulino.
I mean, he and I became friendly.
He was here, like, what, a week
and he goes from zero tolerance to OD?
- O'Reily, I'm not big on Morse code.
Just tell me what you wanna tell me.
- I got nothing to tell.
I don't know why anybody would wanna grease Gulino,
but I do know he was having some run-ins with Stanislofsky.
- Run-ins about what?
- You'd have to ask Stanislofsky.
- [scoffs] Get the fuck out of my office.
Come on.
- You're here because you're concerned about Ryan O'Reily.
- Well, the other day, I saw him unwrap his bandage
and hit his hand repeatedly against the sink,
deliberately causing it to bleed.
- Really?
- I'm worried about him.
He's self-destructive, perhaps even suicidal.
You should examine him,
put him in isolation, by himself.
- Mm.
I have to tell you, Nikolai,
I'm a tad suspicious of your motives.
In my experience, every time a prisoner
shows genuine concern for another prisoner,
he usually has an agenda.
- [speaking Russian]
- You wanna run that past me again?
- [yells in Russian]
- That Stanislofsky guy's been talking shit about you.
- Stan who?
- The Russian guy.
- What do I care about him?
He's just a nothing nobody.
- Uh-uh.
Those Russian mobsters, they're crafty, Adebisi.
They're crafty and they're cold-blooded.
He came to me asking if I'd help him
make a move against you.
- Yeah? Let him try.
- Oh, I'm just warning you, that's all.
- Go away, O'Reily.
- No problem.
- [speaking Russian]
- I love it when he talks like that.
What's shaking, man?
- Ryan O'Reily.
He knows we killed Gulino.
He swears to get revenge.
- O'Reily and Gulino, that don't add up.
They weren't in business together.
They weren't fucking each other.
So why the fuck
would O'Reily give a shit about Gulino?
- I'm telling you what I heard.
We should take care of O'Reily
before he comes at us.
- If we whack O'Reily now,
the whole joint goes back on lockdown.
No way. We wait.
- Hoyt, listen to me.
- What, all of a sudden, you don't understand English?
We wait.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, tomorrow's great.
Okay, thanks, bye.
Here you go, pal.
- Anytime, my friend.
- Yeah.
Cyril, stop playing around.
- I'm not playing around.
- Well, then wash behind your ears.
- Nobody can see behind my ears.
- Listen, Cyril,
today's the day that we're meeting with Dr. Nathan
and her husband's parents, okay?
- I know that.
- Come on, you gotta take this stuff seriously, man.
- I am.
- Well, then wash behind your ears, all right?
- Okay. - Right there.
- Gloria, you seem anxious.
- No, I'm fine.
- Well, I'm anxious.
I know, we've been preparing for weeks,
and Sister Peter Marie feels we're all ready, but...
I'm not sure what my first reaction will be.
I'm afraid I might just want to clobber them.
- Lars, they're half your age.
They'll clobber you.
- Oh, well, even so.
- We can still cancel, you know?
- No, we've come this far.
Let's see the saga through.
- I still can't understand
how you can keep working here.
- How's your hand?
- Oh, it's fine.
- Didn't you have to go to the hospital?
- No, it was nothing, you know, a little bleeding.
The wound reopened.
- Mm-hmm. I heard you reopened it.
- Really? Where'd you hear that?
- Some people are self-destructive,
but not you.
I can guess why you did what you did.
I can even maybe guess why
you're going into this interaction
with the Nathans now.
- Well, I'm here to cure Cyril of his nightmares,
that's all.
- Listen, Ryan, I've told you this before.
I am not going to take you in there
if you intend to cause Gloria and Preston's parents more pain,
because by professing your love for Gloria,
you will cause more pain.
- I know, but I promised you, didn't I?
- Okay.
[snaps fingers]
Lars and Patricia Nathan,
Ryan and Cyril O'Reily.
- [shrieks]
- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no, I'm sorry.
- A child dies of a disease,
in war,
hell, gets hit by a crosstown bus,
somehow you can convince yourself
his death makes sense.
But this...
It was so premeditated,
so cold-blooded.
- I was behind him,
so I couldn't see his eyes.
If I had seen his eyes...
I don't know if I could have kept going.
- I keep thinking about the future.
Gloria and Preston were almost ready
to have children.
My grandchildren.
I hate you for taking them away from me!
- You can blame me and Cyril all you want
for not having grandchildren,
but the truth is,
you're just fooling yourselves.
- Shut up.
- No, let him finish.
- The marriage between Gloria and your son,
it was over.
- Is this true? - No.
- Liar. - Ryan.
- We were having some problems.
- She had an affair with Tim McManus.
- All right, that's enough!
You speak one more time without my asking you,
I'm shutting down the session.
- You had an affair?
- Preston and I were separated briefly.
- Well, he never told us.
- We wanted to work it out ourselves
without any interference.
- Interference? He was our son!
And because of you, he's lying in the ground!
- Patricia.
- Well, but it's true, isn't it?
Because of what went on between her and him,
Preston's dead!
- This is what you wanted, isn't it?
To get us fighting with each other.
- No. - Yes.
You always have some plan, O'Reily,
some secret agenda.
- Not this time!
Unlike you, I never made it a secret!
I love you! - Stop it!
- I always will, and that will never change!
- Officers! - No, let him say it!
Let him try and convince himself.
Everything you have ever done
for your entire life, O'Reily,
you've only done for yourself.
You don't know how to love.
I'm leaving.
I'll call you later.
- Once something's bad, it can never get good.
[laughter]
- Yeah, yeah.
I need it done by tonight.
Yeah, I'm serious.
Okay, all right.
- Who were you talking to? - Nobody.
Let's go watch "Miss Sally."
[inmates yelling]
- [snoring]
♪ ♪
- You're shittin' me.
- No, I heard it from Timmy Kirk this morning.
- Hey, who's this spic Morales?
- Yo, O'Reily, you hear the news?
- About what?
- Dr. Nathan.
Last night on her way home from work,
she got raped.
- Raped? - Yeah.
- Huh.
- Article Eight:
"Excessive bail shall not be required
"nor excessive fines imposed
"nor cruel and unusual punishment.
[laughs] Cruel and unusual.
In Oz, cruel is the usual punishment.
- Sister, what happened to Gloria fucking sucks.
- Yeah, it's terrible.
- Before we begin,
have you heard any more about how Chris is doing?
- No.
- Rumor has it he'll be back in Oz today,
though he'll be spending some time
in the hospital ward. [laughs]
- Where'd you hear that?
- My sister.
She's a doctor over at Benchley Memorial.
- Your sister's a doctor?
- Yeah.
- What's she practice, voodoo?
- Hey, can we get started, please?
Poet, since you're in such a talkative mood,
why don't you do the kickoff?
- Okay, I wrote a poem.
Fear not love loosen its hooks
from its sheath and capture you
in its painfully seductive grasp.
Fear not the blood that oozes from your wounds
and holds your patience to task.
Fear not the tearing sounds of passion
as they rip apart the feelings at the start.
Fear not the fainting pulse of heartbeat,
for that, that is the very best part.
- Hi, Padre.
- You asked to see me?
- You know I got shot.
You know I died?
During surgery.
They brought me back from the dead twice.
Now, you come nose-to-nose with death like that,
you begin to see things different.
- Are you telling me that you've changed?
- Sister Peter Marie okay?
- Yes.
- I don't mean physically. I mean here.
You know I fucked with that woman.
I enjoy sex. Don't you?
I bet you were wild.
I wanted her to help me with Beecher.
Now I hear she's thinking of quitting the convent,
and, well, I wanna do something to make it up to her.
- Well, Chris, even you would admit
that your credibility's pretty low.
- Look,
there's no--there's no reason for you or her to believe me,
but I gotta try.
I gotta try to make her see
that I know that what I did was wrong.
I don't wanna burn in hell.
- What do you want me to do?
- Have Sister Pete come visit me.
- Pete?
- Hi.
- I just came from visiting Chris Keller.
- How is he?
- He's back in full force.
He says that he wants to talk to you.
- Well, I don't wanna talk to him.
- Tobias, maybe you should go.
- No, we have work to do.
Stay where you are, Tobias.
- Pete, he seems full of remorse.
How genuine that is is tough to gauge,
but if it's true--
- It's not true.
Chris Keller is a manipulative,
sociopathic liar.
I won't go see him.
- Well, what if he really needs you,
psychologically, spiritually?
- That's too bad.
- Let me go.
- Tobias, no.
- Look, I know better than you
the hurt he can cause,
but still, I love him.
- Take this to Dr. Prestopnik.
Don't.
[tense percussive tones]
♪ ♪
- [chuckles]
Hey.
- Hey.
- Beecher, what are you doing in here?
- I came to drop off a file to Dr. Prestopnik.
- Where's the file?
- It's on his desk.
- Well, if you delivered it, take a walk.
- Yeah, I just...
- I don't give a shit.
Take a walk.
- I'll see you later.
- Now, that was such a touching moment.
I'm gonna write about it in my diary.
- Where do you think you're going?
- I have information. - Mm.
- Mr. Schillinger,
I'm the altar boy for Father Mukada at Mass.
When I'm in the office changing out of vestments,
sometimes I overhear things.
This is primo stuff.
- About what?
- About you.
- What do you want in return?
- This guy in my unit, Stan Butwin,
stole my watch.
- Done.
What do you got?
- Your son Hank,
I know who paid to have him found
and arranged to have him see you.
- Who?
Beecher?
- Hey, don't forget my watch, will you?
- Doesn't make any sense.
Why would Beecher pay to find your son?
- This is some plan of his,
some double-dealing plan to fuck with me.
He's gonna use Hank against me,
the same way he did with Andrew.
- What are you gonna do?
- Take the offensive.
Look, I know I was tough on you and your brother
growing up, but you gotta understand,
when your mom died,
I had to raise you all by myself.
I'd drop you off at school,
same one I went to,
only it turned into a shithole.
Niggers and gangs, drugs.
If I was hard, it was only to protect you.
- Yeah, I know that, Dad.
- Do you? - Yeah.
I'm not like Andrew,
blaming you for all the fucked-up shit in his life.
I know you did the best you could.
- Thank you, son.
- You've gotten so huggy, man.
- Listen, I want you to do something for me.
- Do something?
- Yeah, a mission.
- A crime.
- Yes.
- How much?
- How much what?
- How much cash? - Cash?
- You want the crime, you gotta pay the dime.
- $1,000.
- I'm all yours, Daddy.
- Here's what I need you to do.
- Beecher? - Yeah?
- Come with me. - Where?
- Warden Glynn's office.
- What's the warden want to see me for?
- All he said was for me to get you, so, uh,
move your ass.
- [laughs]
Oh, fuck.
Holy shit, what's wrong?
- Sit down.
- Tobias, there's no easy way to say this.
- Well, then just say it.
- Your son and daughter have been kidnapped.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- No. No. No.
No.
- The Declaration of Independence says
that we are, all of us, due certain rights,
the most important being life, liberty,
and the pursuit of happiness.
I mean, and isn't that what it's all about?
Life, liberty...
- [screams]
- Happiness.
[bright tone]