[bright tone]
[tense, jazzy music]
♪ ♪
[percussive music]
♪ ♪
- Mercy is the compassion we feel
for someone else's misfortune.
Mercy compels us to alleviate that misfortune.
Mercy is a child of charity, but the sister of justice
because both are about the invisible link
that exists between people.
Mercy is spontaneous because misery is involuntary.
- At approximately 3:15 p.m.,
as your children were walking home from school
with four classmates, a blue van pulled up beside them.
A male Caucasian stepped out.
The man approached Gary and Holly saying that you,
Mrs. Beecher, had asked him to pick them up.
Gary was reluctant at first, but eventually
the man persuaded him, using Pokemon cards.
The van then drove off to the east side of town.
- So what's being done to find them?
- Kidnapping is a waiting game, Sister.
We have to wait to be contacted.
- And what if you're not?
- Milk cartons. - Toby.
- Come on, Schillinger did this.
- We have no proof of that. - Oh, for fuck's sake.
Who else?!
- You come from a wealthy family.
Most likely we have a ransom situation.
- You are fucking this up, you asshole!
[dramatic musical sting]
Find my goddamn kids!
- Oh, my God!
- Find my goddamn kids!
- Get them out! Out!
- Find my kids!
[tense music]
[groaning] Ughhh!
- I don't know anything about a kidnapping.
- Beecher seems to think you do.
That you're behind this.
- He and I have had a lot of shit happen between us, so...
I can understand him saying that.
But Beecher and I have one thing in common, too.
We're both fathers.
I lost a son.
I know what he's going through.
- I'm sorry about what happened in the library.
I just got so frustrated.
- I know, I know.
You might want to call your mother.
She's pretty upset.
We talked about it in the car.
Toby, the reasons you're in here, the...
the alcoholism
and hitting the little Brockwell girl...
your mother and I can't help but think
that we're...to blame for so much of it.
- Dad-- - No.
We failed you growing up.
- Look, as much as I'd like to blame you
for the miserable shithole my life has become,
what's wrong with me is inside me.
I own it.
And either I have to control it or it will control me.
Right now, I just want to hold my babies.
- So...our sweet young things are safe and sound?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Time to kick this thing into overdrive.
I want you to send the package.
- Dad, you sure?
- Yes.
- 'Cause I been thinking.
Like you know I've never had a problem with breaking the law.
I'm talking about at most a couple stolen Camrys.
This kidnapping...
- Keep your voice down.
- This kind of thing's really not my style.
- I'll pay you double.
- Okay.
- Are you Les Hibitz?
- Yeah. - Tobias Beecher.
Mind if I join you?
- You want to sit with me? - Yeah.
- Ha ha. Nobody ever wants to sit with me.
- I understand you did some Fed time for kidnapping, right?
- Yeah, I was framed.
- Yeah, I'm sure you were.
But I, um, don't know if you've heard,
but my two children were abducted recently.
- I had nothing to do with it.
- I know, what I'm asking is--
I was wondering if you might be able to look into it.
Find out if somebody was hired to do the job.
- I could ask around, see what I could find out,
but...I wouldn't hold out much hope.
So do you like Def Leppard?
- Years and years and years ago,
the Catholic church made a list
of all the ways we can show mercy.
Feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty,
clothe the naked, shit like that.
Another of them was ransom the captive.
In those days, pirates and infidels and such
would abduct fair maidens and Christian pilgrims.
God-fearing people were expected to pay for their return.
Who gets to ransom the captive in this day and age?
Instead, we're expected to visit the imprisoned.
That's right.
Come on down!
[edgy, percussive music]
♪ ♪
[banging on metal]
Break it up, you two.
- You okay? - Oh, shit, yeah.
Hey, man, they stab me, they shoot me--
I ain't going down.
How you doing?
- My kids.
- I heard. That's fucked up.
I'm sorry, man.
- I feel so goddamn helpless.
- I bet.
- At least the baby... Harry's safe.
- Toby, they're gonna be all right, you hear me?
They're gonna be okay.
They're gonna be fine.
Ah...[murmurs]
- Oh, man.
- I missed you.
- Me, too.
- Keller's back in Emerald City.
Two lovebirds have reunited.
- And I hope they enjoy their evening together.
It's gonna be the last night of sleep...
or peace that Beecher's gonna have for a long, long time.
- Chris?
- Sorry, did I wake you?
- Hey.
What's the matter?
- Toby, I died.
And there's no white light.
I was there, but they brought me back.
But I was there, Toby.
I was in hell, and I felt everything.
I felt the pain and I felt the fire for all eternity.
- Hey, hey. It's gonna be okay.
- No, it's not gonna be okay. Don't fucking lie to me.
I was there, Toby. They're bringing me back.
- You know what's funny?
You got pissed at me for talking to Said about God,
but that's what I was talking to him about.
'Cause if all that's left for us in this life is Oz,
then we better start thinking about what's next,
what comes after.
[pounding on bars]
- Don't let go.
- Okay, okay.
- Tobias.
I didn't expect to see you here today given what's going on.
- Yeah, well, work helps keep my mind
from caving in on itself.
- Oh, I hear that.
It's a madhouse outside,
though the crowd of protesters is smaller.
I'm afraid people are getting used to capital punishment.
- Sister Pete, I need to ask you a favor.
- If I can, you know I will.
What?
- Talk to Chris.
- Now, how is it that you ask me
the one thing that I won't do?
- He feels terrible.
- Tobias, he tried to use me to get to you.
Now he's using you to get to me.
I will not play his game.
- He's afraid that if you leave the convent,
he's gonna burn forever.
- Oh, he's gonna burn all right, but not for that.
He's gonna burn for all of the other people he's hurt,
all of the other lives he's destroyed,
including yours.
- We've been going through the records
of various prisoners at Emerald City.
One pops out as a potential connection to the kidnapping.
- Who?
- Christopher Keller.
- No.
Chris is my friend.
- Let me see that.
- Keller broke every bone in your body.
- He's the one?
- He also saved my life from Schillinger.
I'm telling you, Schillinger is responsible.
- "Armed robbery, assault, kidnapping."
- He wasn't convicted.
- "Police suspect him of raping, torturing and murdering
several homosexual men"?
- It can't be him. It's not him.
- How can you be so sure?
- I know Chris, Mother...
Intimately.
- Intimately?
- He's my lover.
- Holy shit.
Vern, you better come see this.
- What do you got?
- Package for Tobias Beecher.
Look.
- Jesus Christ.
Officer Howell? We got a problem here.
- What the hell is that?
- A child's hand.
- [wailing]
[continues wailing]
- [coughing]
- Leave us alone.
How you holding up?
- A few days in the Hole
only increases my credibility with Pancamo,
Adebisi, and Morales.
Ever spent any time in here?
- No.
- Good.
[gate buzzes]
- [laughs] You look like shit.
- So I'm in? - "So I'm in."
Adebisi ain't convinced, man.
Looks like you're gonna have to take another test.
Oh, yeah.
- We going to box? - We wanna see
if you can take a punch.
- Or two. [Poet laughing]
- You got a problem with me, man?
- Oh ho ho ho!
- Yeah, you're weak.
- Give me gloves.
- Well, actually, we're not gonna spar.
- No? - No.
I'm gonna use you for a heavy bag.
- And the rest of us bet on how long you stay standing.
- Ready?
[laughter, chatter]
- Yeah.
- Ding, ding.
[thud] inmates: Oh!
[overlapping chatter]
- He's gettin' up.
[laughter, chatter]
- Oh!
[tense music]
[inmates exclaim]
- 15 seconds.
I win. Pay up.
- [laughing]
- Ow!
Yo, real impressive.
- Yeah, thanks.
- [chuckles] Your bruises must hurt.
- Uh-huh. - Yeah.
Brought you a little something to sooth your wounds.
[pats arm twice] Later.
- Yo.
What the fuck is you doing?
- Breakfast of champions.
[edgy music]
♪ ♪
You wanted to see me?
- We just took a straw poll on you.
- I voted yes.
- I voted no. - I abstained.
- A tie.
- How do I break this tie?
- There's a final test.
- Which is?
- You gotta kill somebody.
- Who?
- Anybody.
We don't care.
- All right. I'll do it.
- Pete.
I have terrible news.
- Oh, my God, what?
- The Cardinal is coming.
- Cardinal Abgott is coming to Oz?
- He wants to say a mass,
meet with the staff, and then with some prisoners.
- You're friends with him, right?
- I worked with him in his office
until he transferred me here.
I...disagreed with him once too often.
- I'm taking the day off.
- [laughs] Oh, no, you can't!
- Ray, I have one foot out of the convent door.
I think hobnobbing with the Cardinal
would be just a little hypocritical, don't you?
- Yeah, well, he specifically asked to meet you.
- Me? Why?
- Well, apparently this whole thing started
because his Eminence received a letter from a prisoner.
- Which one?
- Chris Keller.
Of course.
- Raymond.
- Cardinal Abgott, it's good of you to come.
- It's a pleasure to see you, son.
Let's suit up.
Do you know why I transferred you to Oswald?
- I had too many opinions?
- You had too big an ego.
- Probably.
- Something tells me that's changed.
Body of Christ. - Amen.
- The body of Christ.
- Amen.
- Body of Christ. - Amen.
- The body of Christ. - Amen.
I spoke to the head of your order,
Sister Leo Carria.
She says you're questioning your own vocation.
- Yes, I am.
- Welcome to the club.
- You?
- My first parish was way out in the country,
a desolate area.
The pastor was old, the housekeeper even older.
When winter hit, it was lonely.
I cried...
and I prayed.
I cried some more...
and prayed even harder.
- Well, that's-- that's what I'm doing.
- Good.
Then whatever you decide will be the right thing to do.
- Thank you.
- God bless you, Sister.
[gate buzzes]
- God bless you, Sister.
- As you already know, the jury has ruled in our favor.
They recognize that the state was guilty
in all injuries and deaths caused after the riot.
So they have made recommendations
that we receive the full settlement:
$45 million.
- Oh, yeah!
- Before you all go spending that money, know this:
the State has appealed the decision.
- Appealed? - Yes, appealed.
It is an election year.
There is no way that Devlin will write us a check,
not before November.
- Said, you can't goose this thing along?
- As we are all aware,
the legal system moves very slow.
There's no way we can know when our case is gonna be
coming before the appellate court.
- Took almost 30 years for the prisoners of Attica to win.
- 30 fucking years?
Christ, I'll be ancient.
Like you, Rebadow.
- Look, I know this is frustrating,
but I want you all to see the court decision this week--
that was a huge hurdle,
a huge victory.
We must remain resolved.
I'll inform you of anything else.
[low chatter]
Yes?
- Have you ever killed anyone?
No.
- An extraordinary experience
watching the life fade from someone's eyes.
- Aah!
- Even as he was dying,
Hernandez's instinct was to kill me for killing him.
[Hernandez screaming]
[both screaming]
Survival meant less to him than revenge.
- And this preamble is taking us where?
- Jason Cramer.
You've successfully gotten him a new trial.
- Yes. - I know you've been
under a lot of pressure from the other Muslims
not to get involved with the case.
- Yes.
- I think you should listen to them.
- And you think this because...
- Last night I had a premonition.
Cramer will go free.
- Rebadow, I'm gonna tell you something.
I'm gonna explain to you.
Jason Cramer is guilty of murdering his lover.
I have seen the trial transcripts
and all the evidence.
He will be convicted again.
- Then why did you fight to get him a new trial?
- The jury voted against Cramer because he was gay.
- So this whole thing is theoretical for you.
- There is nothing theoretical about justice.
- And if Cramer goes free...
[edgy chords]
- That's not gonna happen.
- You'd better pray you're right.
- We have a request for a meeting regarding your case.
- Yeah, a meeting with who?
- The homicide detective who arrested you.
Robert Stransky.
- Here's the deal.
You got this cocksucker a new trial, right?
[chuckles]
My doctor tells me
I got three or four more months to live.
Now, before I die,
want to make certain things straight.
Want you to know I tampered with the evidence.
I couldn't find the murder weapon,
so I went to the kitchen.
I opened a drawer and took out a kitchen knife
and I smeared it in the blood
and I dropped it next to his body.
- His fingerprints are all over that knife.
- [coughs] No.
No, they weren't.
My pal in forensics doctored up the tests.
- And you would be willing to give a deposition?
To go into court and say this?
- I know this fucker's guilty as shit,
but I want to buy back a piece of my soul.
Yeah, if you want me to,
I'll yell it from the prison roof.
Okay, sweetheart?
- [laughing quietly]
We go public with this information,
the press will get a seven-inch boner.
- Yes. - And you say the only witness,
the guy at Airborne, is dead?
- Yes.
- Ohh...I don't know, man.
I'm feeling like maybe this could swing in my favor.
[chuckling] - Yes.
Cramer, I'm recusing myself from the case.
- W-what's that mean?
- It means I am resigning as your lawyer...
immediately.
[tense, percussive music]
♪ ♪
- To instruct the ignorant, counsel the doubtful,
to admonish the sinners.
In order for these works of mercy to happen,
you need two things:
someone in distress and someone with the capacity to help them.
In other words,
an ignoramus can't instruct another ignoramus,
and a sinner can't admonish a sinner.
- Today in the retrial of Jason Cramer,
who had previously been convicted
for the murder of his lover, the jury reached a verdict,
finding Cramer not guilty.
The Adamsville native, who has served nearly two years,
is expected to be released from the Oswald Correctional Facility
sometime this week.
In other news, the state's jobless rate fell slightly
over the past month to 3.8%.
Preliminary figures released yesterday
by the state's labor department
show that employers created nearly 1,000 new jobs.
- [praying in Arabic]
- Allah is not listening, brother.
He is deaf to you.
[continues praying]
[gate buzzer]
[tense music]
[buzzer]
♪ ♪
[gate buzzer]
- Warden.
A word?
Um...I know that you've been having meetings recently
with members of the local community
regarding possible replacements for Tim McManus.
- Yes. - Well, I also know
that you talked about hiring an African-American
for the job. - What--
you got my office bugged?
- I want to come and see you, Warden,
discuss with you the kind of man who you should consider.
- Well, I'd love that, Said,
but you see, I've already hired someone.
In fact, he's on his way in now.
His name is Martin Querns.
- I want to thank you for this opportunity, Warden.
I've heard about Emerald City for years now.
- Well, the place started out as an experiment,
but, unfortunately, it pretty much failed.
- Well, I don't know.
Maybe the first stage failed,
but like any worthwhile experiment,
we need to try different methods till we figure out what works.
- Well, for me the most important elements are,
one, keeping a lid on the racial tension;
and, two, keeping a lid on the violence in general.
- Those are my priorities as well.
Do I have your permission to do what I feel is necessary
to keep the peace?
- Yes. I'll let you have a fairly free hand.
Until you fuck up.
- Well, I can't ask for any more than that.
[gate buzzer]
[dark, edgy music]
♪ ♪
[background chatter]
- [sharp whistle]
- Okay, everybody, listen up.
I want to introduce you to Martin Querns,
the new unit manager.
He has a vast range of experience,
having worked in both federal prisons
as well as state detention centers.
- The Warden is correct.
I have served in many correctional facilities,
but what he didn't say was that like most of you,
I come from the streets.
I'm not some candy-ass white liberal
looking to turn you into better citizens.
I intend to meet with each of you individually,
but until that time, keep one principle in mind:
don't fuck with Querns.
[low murmurs]
That's all.
I wanted to meet with you first
because as I understand,
you're one of the leaders around here
in terms of the drug trade.
As a teenager, I worked for Slim Sam Colby.
You know him?
Slim Sam weighed about 300 pounds, of course.
I worked my way up through his organization
until Ricky Jay Lee blew Slim Sam's head off.
I decided the moment had come to retire.
- And the point of all this?
- To let you know I know every trick you got.
To let you know I'm smarter than you.
- You smarter than me? - Oh, yeah.
'Cause unlike you, I never got caught.
How do you keep that thing on your head?
Now, what are you gonna do?
Hit me?
Sit down.
I want you to listen to me good, Simon Adebisi.
To my mind, drugged-out prisoners
make for a quiet cell block,
so you can sell whatever the fuck you want
to whoever you want to sell it to--I don't care.
I'm gonna be looking the other way.
- On one condition, right?
- Jeez, you are smart.
One condition:
no violence. I mean none, zero.
Agreed?
- That's it, no violence?
- Yup. He just want me to make sure
that everybody obeys all the rules all the time.
- This could be a trick.
- Yeah.
I don't think so.
- Like the way things were back in the old days.
We Sicilians controlled our own streets,
so the cops backed away.
Little italy was the safest place in the city.
- Look, I vote yes.
- Me, too.
- All right.
- I'm glad you called.
I've actually been meaning to call you.
- Oh, Leo, after the shooting and, uh...
and after Diane left, I admit that I went--
I went south.
I mean, singing at Officer Howard's memorial service,
that was just crazy.
But I've had time to rest and relax and think.
- Tim...
- I'm ready to come back.
- Come back? - To run Emerald City.
- You can't. The job's not available.
- What?
- I've hired someone to replace you.
- Well, unhire him.
- No.
- Leo, I took the heat for that gun coming into Em City,
but I read in the papers it was actually Clayton Hughes,
your little protégé, that brought it in.
- Yes, and he's been charged.
He's out on bail until his trial starts in a few weeks.
- I want my unit back.
- How many times you want to hear me say no?
- Leo, this is my life.
- I'm well aware of that.
I do have another offer.
Holt's retiring.
I need someone to run Unit B.
- I'll take it.
- Well, well.
Look who's here to join the party.
[laughter]
The arrest of Busmalis and the Cardinal's visit
can clearly help the situation.
- Our most recent poll shows that 42% of the public
now believe the prison system is well run.
That's up 16 points since after the Em City shooting.
- We're not getting any backlash
because of Bellinger's execution?
- A little. But capturing Miguel Alvarez
would balance it out.
- Unfortunately, there's still no sign of him.
- Our biggest concern right now is Clayton Hughes.
He's out on bail and he's been making
a lot of speeches condemning the Governor.
- I know.
- You have a relationship with Hughes, don't you?
- Clayton's father and I were both rookies at Oz.
His dad died in my arms, killed by a prisoner back in 1982.
- Well, we could use that.
- You need to talk to the man, Leo.
Tell him to shut up.
Time for me to charm the D.A.
- Desmond...
Get me Clayton Hughes.
- What I'm asking is for you to cool the rhetoric.
- Rhetoric? I speak the truth.
Devlin represents all that is evil in white society,
and honestly, I can't understand how you could even think of
running with him as lieutenant governor.
- Clayton, you lived a very protected childhood.
- Aw, here we go.
You know, not everything is tied to my father's death.
- Yes, it is.
You only see the world as black and white.
Trust me, Clayton, life is gray,
as gray as these fucking walls.
Now, I don't love James Devlin,
but I don't see him as Satan either.
- Somebody must stop him, and soon.
- It's what sets real leaders apart from typical politicians.
One man running for governor has...
- You Americans think just because you have democracy,
you're better than everybody else.
Elections are not what makes a country great.
- Yeah, and what does?
Vodka?
- [speaking Russian]
How do you say it?
To be ruthless.
- Who's Ruth? - Huh?
- I don't know anybody named Ruth.
- Listen, Nikolai, I been thinking.
You and me, we can make a lot of money
renting that cell phone out to the slugs around here.
- We? - Yeah.
We're business partners now, right?
- No. The phone is mine, O'Reilly.
The more people know about it,
the sooner someone blabs to the hacks.
So just keep your mouth shut tight.
- Oh, God, I wish I could find out
where his fucking hiding place is.
Fuck.
- Like a treasure hunt?
- Yeah.
Yeah, like a motherfucking treasure hunt, Cyril.
Listen, I want you to search every square inch of Em City,
see if you can find that cell phone.
But the trick is, you can't let anyone know,
especially Stanislofsky, what you're doing.
Okay? - Okay, but can I start now?
- Right now, go ahead.
[tense, suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- I did just what you wanted. I didn't say anything
to anybody. - Good boy.
You didn't find the cell phone, though, did you?
- Nope. - You, uh, looked all over?
- Yup. Where does he keep
that fucking thing?
Hi, how you doing?
I'm gonna kill that motherfucker.
I'm gonna fucking kill him.
[beep]
- Yes?
- Dr. Nathan is here.
- Send her in.
Gloria.
May I hug you?
- Yeah.
- Sit down, please. - Thanks.
Can I, uh, get you anything, do anything?
- Yeah, you can stop being so goddamn nice.
- [soft laugh]
All right.
- No, I didn't mean that.
Leo, I know you know what I'm going through,
with your...daughter getting raped.
- Well, she's better now.
In time, you'll get better, too.
- I want to come back to work.
- So soon?
- If I don't come back now, I never will.
- Gloria, I don't want you to quit,
but I also don't want you to rush yourself.
Healing is a process, a slow process.
- Not for me.
There's only one thing I need to do to make myself feel better.
- And what's that?
- Confront Ryan O'Reilly.
I know you're responsible.
- For what?
- For me getting raped.
- No way!
- Don't you deny it.
Don't you fucking deny it. - Gloria.
- I know, I know.
You called somebody and asked them for a favor.
- Why would I do that?
- Because the session the other day didn't go your way.
Because you couldn't manipulate me.
Because you're a twisted fuck.
- You want me to say that I called a pal of mine...
and I had him beat you
and rape you?
Is that what you want me to say?
- Yes.
- Fine. I did.
[dark chords]
You happy?
- [exhales, sniffles]
- Yes.
The one thing through all this shit
you said over and over again is that you love me,
and all you wanted was for me to say I love you back.
Well, I came today to tell you,
to see your face when I tell you
that'll never, ever happen.
In fact, it's the opposite.
I hate you.
I will always hate you until we're both dead in the ground.
I will hate you!
[dramatic chords]
- Fine.
Then tell me something else.
When he was fucking you,
did you think of me?
[intense musical buildup]
- Gloria!
Gloria! - Stop it, stop, back off!
Back off! [overlapping shouting]
- Gloria!
[overlapping shouting]
- Did you think of me, huh?
Did you fucking think of me, huh?
Did you fucking think of me?
Come on, Gloria! Were you thinking of me?
Huh? Huh?
[thud]
- Another work of mercy: to comfort the afflicted.
But you see, there are a lot of ways to comfort somebody,
and a lot of afflicted just don't want to be comforted.
- Gloria Nathan has decided to press charges against you,
so you might be looking at another five years
added onto your sentence.
- Five years, gee.
- And I have to file a report.
- Fine.
- I know you pretty well, Ryan.
And it may seem crazy, but I have to tell you
that I think you're lying.
I don't think you had anything to do with Gloria's rape.
- I said I did it.
I did it, okay?
- Okay.
- When can we see Dr. Nathan and those nice people again?
- We're not, It's over.
- Oh.
They still hate me?
- No, Cyril, they don't hate you.
They hate me.
Listen, um...that man that you killed...
- Dr. Nathan's husband? - Yeah.
- That wasn't your fault.
Okay?
- Okay.
And, uh, Hamid Khan...
that was my doing, too.
All right?
You gotta know that, Cyril.
I'm guilty, not you.
Yeah.
- I remember when I was little
that Mama used to take us to confession,
and we'd go in the big wooden box
and tell all our sins. - Yeah.
- And Mama said by telling God,
our sins were washed away.
Remember?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I remember.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Today I lied.
I told someone I did something that I didn't do.
- Why?
- Because it's what she wanted to hear.
Because it's what she needs to know
to make herself whole again.
♪ ♪
[not audible]
- Fugitive Miguel Alvarez continues to evade capture
as police widen their search across the state.
Alvarez, along with another prisoner,
Agamemnon Busmalis, escaped...
- Look who's out of the Hole.
- Agamemnon was recently captured
and returned to Oswald earlier this week.
- How are ya? What are you doin'?
Anybody here from Cleveland?
All right.
- Being free, even for a few hours, was so wonderful.
I mean, I had no money, no overcoat,
it was cold out there.
But man, oh man, I was so happy.
I stopped in the middle of the street
and did a little dance.
Whoo! Whoo-ooh-ooh-whoo!
Of course, that's when they caught me.
- You were standing outside Miss Sally's house.
- Yeah, I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her in the flesh,
maybe even exchange a word or three.
- What the fuck happened to Alvarez?
- I don't know. Soon as we crawled
out of the tunnel, he vamoosed.
- You know what I miss more than anything about being free?
Taking a bath.
I hate showers.
To sit and soak in a hot tub, bubbles everywhere...
- Bubbles.
- [speaking Russian]
- I'll bet you even had a little rubber ducky, huh, Nikolai?
- Rubber ducky?
- Yeah.
- What is rubber ducky?
- A product of capitalist imperialism.
- What do you miss most, Bob?
- I have nothing to say to you.
- Bob, please, talk to me.
This silence is grueling.
Why are you mad at me?
- The fact that you don't know makes the offense worse.
- You're pissed off that I tried to escape?
- I'm pissed off that you didn't ask me to go with you.
- Oh.
- That you never ever told me you were digging another tunnel.
- Oh, well, I had my reasons.
- Which were?
- Well... - What?
- I thought you'd slow me down.
- Slow you down?
- I'm sorry, Bob.
- I'm as vital as I ever was. - I know.
- I killed a man. - I know!
- Fuck you.
- Oh, shit.
- Tomorrow at dawn, Shirley Bellinger
will be executed for the drowning
of her eight-year-old daughter.
State law allows Bellinger the right to choose
her own means of death.
And Bellinger, the first woman executed by the State
since 1841, has asked to be hanged.
- Man, I can't listen to this fucking shit anymore.
- Yeah, depresses the fuck out of me.
- Adebisi, weren't you in love with Bellinger?
- No.
- Yeah, you had a little crush on her.
[laughter] - She had a crush on me.
- If I had to die, I'd go lethal injection, man.
- Me, I'd D.D.
An ounce or two of heroin, straight up.
[sniffs] Ha!
- The State is not going to give you drugs.
- A-ain't lethal injection a drug?
- You know they get a doctor to decide
where the knot on the noose should be,
depending on the person's height or weight,
so that the noose snaps the neck in the right place?
- I remember the day of my execution, I was terrified.
But then when I didn't die, I felt like such a coward.
- Anti-capital punishment protesters
continue to march outside the prison,
though officials claim the number
is considerably smaller than was expected.
- Bye-bye Bellinger, huh?
- Yeah.
I was kind of hoping to see her one more time,
but the hacks have delayed all mail deliveries
to death row till after the execution.
She was quite a gal.
Reminds me of my late wife.
My Arlene.
[indistinct cheerful singing]
♪ ♪
- She showed me her cunt.
I was mopping up the floor outside her cell and wham, bam.
Showed me her cunt.
[singing continues]
- Next item.
Shirley Bellinger's execution is scheduled for dawn tomorrow.
- Bye.
- Peter Marie... - No, no, no, Leo.
I agreed that I wouldn't protest publicly again,
but that doesn't mean I have to sit here
and listen to the grim details.
- But Bellinger has asked you to do something for her.
- What?
- Well, after she's dead, she wants you
to collect her personal possessions.
She doesn't want anyone else touching her things.
- What am I supposed to do with them?
- Well, she says dispose of them as you wish.
- Okay, can I go now?
- [sighs] Yeah.
- Ray, she's asked for you to pray with her.
- Right.
- Shirley, have you any thoughts as the hour approaches?
- Thoughts?
Of course I have thoughts. How could I not?
- Would you share them with us?
- Sure.
I'm wondering why anyone cares what my thoughts are.
Sure as hell didn't care when my husband was drunk
and beat me or when my father-in-law raped me.
No, it wasn't until I killed my daughter,
till I did something horrific that what I think matters.
All I wanted was for someone to pay attention,
and now that you finally are,
I see that my life then or now isn't worth shit.
Oh, if I say shit, you can't use this, right?
I'm not supposed to say shit on the air, am I?
- Aren't you curious to know
who got Shirley pregnant here in Oz?
- No.
[bell chiming]
[sighs]
It's time.
- Good morning, sugar.
- How you doing?
- Woke up with a crick in my neck.
Must've been sleeping funny.
- Maybe it's stress.
- In any case, the hanging'll take care of the crick.
- What'd I-- what'd I miss?
- Nothing yet, Natalie.
- And Miles is sleeping?
- Yeah.
- The man has no sense of propriety.
So, uh...
so what'd you have for your final meal?
- Nice Slimfast milkshake.
Girl's got to protect her figure,
even if she's a corpse.
[metal clangs]
- Ready?
- Quite.
Sorry to get you up so early, Father.
Warden, Officer Lopresti has been coming to my cell
every night and fucking me.
- That's a lie!
- You and I will talk later.
- Yes, sir.
[whispers] Bitch.
- Speaking of that, Shirley,
would you mind solving a mystery for me?
- If I can.
- When you got pregnant here in Oz,
who was the father?
Was it Lopresti? - Oh, no.
He wasn't working death watch then.
My lover was Satan in the form of a man.
- Which man?
- A lady never reveals such secrets.
But I'll give you a hint.
Neither rain nor snow...
Good-bye, Moses.
- So long, Shirley.
- See you around, kiddo.
Save me a seat at the beauty salon.
- The Lord is my shepherd...
together: I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
together: He guides me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the Valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil.
- [crunching]
both continue: You prepare a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies.
You anoint my head with oil.
[praying silently]
- And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
- Amen.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- [whispers] No. No, no.
Uh, I changed my mind.
I don't want to die this way.
I don't want to die. - It's too late.
- No, you-- - Shirley!
- No, please, please!
No, no, no, please!
[shrilly] No!
No, no, no, please, please!
Oh, God, oh, God, not yet, not yet!
Not yet, not yet!
Oh!
Oh, sweet heaven.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
I'm sorry for all I've done.
Please, please, please, intercede for me now.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Help me, sweet Jesus. Help me, sweet Lord.
[crying]
I'm sorry for all I've done.
Please, please, please intercede for me now.
Oh, sweet Jesus. Oh, help me, Mary, Jesus.
- [sobbing]
- Hey, Sister.
Can I have her mirror?
- Sure.
- I'm the next one to die, you know.
- Yes.
I know.
- The final act of mercy, to bury the dead,
to pray for the dead and the living.
We are merciful,
not just for humanitarian reasons.
We are merciful because we ourselves want to be saved.
God expects mercy from us.
God demands it.
And how much mercy does he show us?
"Kyrie eleison"...
That means Lord have mercy.
Christ have mercy.
Please.