- Back in the 1950s,
there was a game show on TV called
"You Bet Your Life," hosted by Groucho Marx.
Every week, Groucho would ask
inane questions and insult the contestants.
A fake duck would drop down on a string,
and Groucho would go...
- Say the secret word, and win $100.
- But not once did anyone ever actually bet their life.
Unlike in Oz,
no one ever put their life on the line.
- The attempted assassination of Governor James Devlin
by a former employee of the Oswald Correctional Facility
has sent a shock wave through this election campaign
and the entire state.
Devlin, who is listed in stable condition,
announced that he intends to stay in the race
for reelection.
The suspect, Clayton Hughes--
- ...At the Crown and Shield Holding Center.
all: Clayton! Clayton! Clayton! Clayton!
Clayton! Clayton! Clayton! Clayton! Clayton!
all: Kill Hughes! Kill Hughes! Kill Hughes! Kill Hughes!
Kill Hughes! Kill Hughes!
Kill Hughes! Kill Hughes! Kill Hughes!
- Sean? - Lockdown?
Lockdown!
Let's go. Move your asses now!
Come on, guys. Get inside.
Come on. Let's go!
Get in your cell.
Now.
- Clayton Hughes is a close friend of our family's,
and though I find his actions utterly reprehensible,
I feel compelled,
out of loyalty to his mother and late father,
to stand by Clayton's side at his hour of need.
I am therefore withdrawing my name as a candidate
for the nomination of lieutenant governor.
Thank you so much.
- The niggas playing again.
You two fucks ain't selling enough tits.
- What the fuck you mean, we ain't selling enough tits?
You bugging. - Who sells more than us?
- Desmond Mobay.
- Fuck that Jamaican fuck.
- Fuck you, nigga.
Y'all motherfuckers get pumping.
- Let's do this.
Hey, Mobay.
You gotta stop making us look so bad, man.
You dig what I'm saying?
- I do what I'm told.
- Yeah, well, we's telling you something different.
- I am not afraid of you.
Or you.
- Hey! Hey! Back! Back!
You have gotta learn to control your emotions.
Follow Officer Keating here.
- You sending me to the Hole?
- Not this time.
Detective McGorry wants to interview you.
- I don't know no McGorry. Who the fuck is that?
- Homicide cop investigating the Bruno Goergen murder.
- I don't know nothing about Bruno Goergen, all right?
- Tell it to her.
- Punk-ass.
- According to the files,
you and Leroy Tidd had a little altercation
with Bruno Goergen in the gym.
- An alter-what?
- A fight.
- Oh.
We was just fucking around.
- You beat him to a pulp.
- Yeah, well, sometimes, we get carried away.
He lived, though.
- Not for long.
- Look, I didn't push Goergen down no elevator shaft.
- If you didn't, who did?
- The only one I know grieving Goergen was Mobay.
- Desmond Mobay?
- Oh, yeah.
The two of them had some weirdness going on between them.
- I'm here.
- Sit down.
Found out some very disturbing news today.
- Yeah, what's that?
- There's an undercover narc in Oz.
- Shit. - His name is Brand.
Cecil Brand.
He's over in Unit B.
- And he's one of your customers.
- What do we do? - Whack... his... ass.
- Who? - You.
I want you to kill that fucking cop.
- No problem.
- Go.
- You know, for a minute, I thought you was undercover.
I mean, but you can't be, you know,
given the amount of shit you were snorting,
given the amount of shit you been selling.
It's crazy, I know.
But that night you were so cranked up on tits
that your accent suddenly disappeared--
I was like, what the fuck is that?
And then your girlfriend-- what's her name?
Kina?
I was positive
that I recognized her from somewhere.
Tore my brain out trying to remember,
trying to remember where.
Then I had a flash.
No! No!
When they threw me off the roof...
I was laying on the cold pavement...
And this woman police came over to see if I was still alive.
That woman police...
She's a dead ringer for your Kina.
- Lights out!
Well, good night, Mobay...
or Officer Whoever-the-Fuck-You-Are.
Ah! Hey!
- You talk that shit to anyone,
you're next down the elevator shaft.
- All right. Break it up in there.
- I'm telling nobody nothing.
I'm telling nobody that you're a cop,
a cop who breaks the law all in the name of the law.
I just want you to know that I know you're a fraud.
And I don't mean that you're undercover.
I mean as a person.
You're a fraud.
- He's still alive. Get a doctor up here!
- I murdered Bruno Goergen. - What?
- I committed a crime. I should be punished.
- Why are you confessing?
- Because I took an oath.
Because I'm not a fraud.
Because I don't want to be one of them.
- The arrest of Detective Basil for the murder of Bruno Goergen
has obviously put an end
to the undercover narcotics operation...
at least for the time being.
- With all due respect, Warden,
I think you're gonna have to accept the fact
that the war on drugs is unwinnable.
- You know, that's not true.
We have to be diligent.
We have to keep fighting.
We can't just give up on education.
We have to rehabilitate.
- I'm not saying you're not gonna get lucky
with a slug or two, but if you think
you're gonna eradicate heroin from Oz,
well, that's just plain stupid.
- Who you calling stupid?
- Hey, if the shoe fits-- - Fuck you!
- All right, enough!
- Pussy. - Come on!
- Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!
What the fuck is happening here?
- Pete...
- I am sick to death of sitting in on these meetings
and listening to you people with your petty little egos.
The walls are crumbling down around us,
and all you care about are yourselves!
Well...
- Go after her.
- Pete? - No.
- Shh. I want to talk.
- No, no.
I'll be fine, Ray.
No, really.
I'll be fine.
- I don't get cravings anymore.
- That's horseshit.
- What are you doing here? - I'm an addict.
I'm getting yearnings.
I may start again. I need your help.
- I don't want you in this room.
- Sister... you can't refuse me.
- Oh, yes.
Yes, I can.
Take him back, please.
So, Augustus, you were about to make... some point?
- Oh, yeah.
- Hi! - Hi!
Oh!
- I was gonna come up to the office and see you,
but I thought, no.
- Listen, I'm surprised you got this far.
- Mm. - How you doing?
- Oh, small increments, but better, you know?
- Yeah. - You?
- Ah, I'm in a mood.
Today, I got the documents to sign.
- Documents?
- To stop being a nun.
- So this lunch we're having is a celebration?
- I don't know.
I still haven't made up my mind.
When you join a religious order, you know,
you become a bride of Christ.
It's hard to accept that, uh,
when I put my signature on those documents...
Christ and I are divorced.
- Oh! Fuck me, you piece of shit.
Oh, fuck!
Okay, what's the matter now, Cyril?
- You and that woman.
- What woman? - Officer Howell.
- What about her?
- You and she are bad.
- Huh?
- Come on, tell.
- Tell? What?
There's... there's nothing to tell.
- Wink, wink.
I'm gonna tell.
- Shut up, Cyril. - Fuck you.
- You shut up or I'll sm-- - What?
You're going to what?
I can take you.
I can beat you up.
- Jesus fucking Christ, man.
Fucking place!
- Here it is.
I sign that document...
I stop being a nun.
- Are you gonna sign it?
- Yes.
Want to watch?
- No, thanks.
- Sister.
Hey. I really need to talk to you.
- I was just leaving.
- No, Father, please stay.
I appreciate your input.
- What's up? - It's my brother.
He seems to be okay after the OD,
but he's having these terrible nightmares again,
so he only gets but a few hours of sleep,
and I'm beginning to think that the...
What'd you call it?
- Deprivation? - Yeah, that.
That that shit's just starting to affect his brain.
- Why, what's he doing?
- Oh, he's becoming aggressive.
He's making things up
and claiming to see things that just aren't there.
- Really? - Yeah.
I was wondering if maybe you could put him back
on some kind of medication,
you know, something to knock him out,
just for a little while until he gets some sleep?
- Uh... all right.
I'll-I'll meet with Cyril,
and then I'll decide what's best for him.
- Okay.
You got to remember this...
the stuff he's saying...
man, it's crazy.
- And the nightmares are always the same?
- Pretty much.
- Is there anything in your dreams
that you see when you're awake?
- No.
- Cyril, do you remember anything before your accident?
- Before I got hit in the head?
- Yeah. - My mother's hands.
They were rough,
all red from working...
but soft when she touched me.
- Anything else?
- The cross.
Like that.
Around her neck.
She'd pray to Jesus.
- Do you believe in Jesus?
- That's a silly question.
- Why?
- 'Cause it's not up to me,
believing or not believing.
We don't choose God.
God chooses us.
- Cyril, do you mind if I talk to your brother for a minute?
- Sure.
- So?
- I don't see any of the symptoms you described.
In fact, quite the opposite.
- He's always on his best behavior with you, Sister,
but I swear to God, the kid's--
- Ryan, don't swear.
What is true is that he's exhausted,
so we need to try to find a medication
other than the Haldol to help him sleep.
- Good, thank you.
- I'll have Dr. Prestopnik write up a prescription.
Hello, Chris.
- Sister. - Stay where you are.
As you know, for the past month or so,
I've been preparing to leave the convent.
- Mm-hmm.
- Part of that stems from the conversations
we had together.
You made me doubt myself as a psychologist,
as a nun,
as a woman.
- I'm sorry if I caused you grief.
- Oh, you caused me grief, and I want to thank you for it.
- What?
- You know, Chris, most of us
tumble into our lives.
We become who we are almost by accident.
We try very hard not to look backwards,
afraid to find out that...
maybe we should have done something else,
but you forced me to look backwards,
to question every element of my identity.
By questioning, do you know-- do you know what I discovered?
I am a psychologist.
I am a woman.
I am a nun.
And all of these parts of me are not an accident.
They were put together by someone else,
someone far greater.
We do not choose God.
God chooses us.
- What happens to those of us who he don't choose?
Like in grade school-- you're waiting
for one side or the other to pick you
to play... kickball.
But you're too small, you're too stupid,
or maybe you're just too weird.
All bullshit aside, Sister...
I want God to pick me.
Pick me?
- Maybe he will.
There's still time.
- You know something, Sister?
I don't think so.
Oh, fuck!
We gotta stop.
- What?
- This.
- Why?
- People are talking.
- Fuck 'em.
- No, you'll get fired.
- What is this, O'Reily?
I'm sucking your dick so much you're losing your balls?
- No, I just thought that maybe--
- This ain't over till I say it's over.
You start thinking different, I'll crush these balls of yours.
You got that, punk?
Good.
Same time tomorrow.
Cunnilingus.
Let's go.
- There's nothing like the thrill of gambling.
Nothing compares to that incredible feeling
of anticipation.
You wait breathlessly for the roll of the dice,
for the spin of the wheel, for the flip of the card.
You wait to see what fortune fate will hand you.
- Bob!
Bob, you're alive!
- Apparently so.
- Busmalis, get to work.
- What did the doctor say?
Did the surgery go well?
Was the tumor benign?
- Yes, I'll survive, only...
- What?
- I have this terrible scar on my head.
They tell me in time it'll go away, but even so,
I'm embarrassed to be seen like this.
- Bob, you're so vain.
- Don't get insulting.
- No, vain is good.
When you got out of the Hole, you were kind of dragging,
but vain means you still feel alive.
- Stop talking nonsense.
- Scar's hardly noticeable.
- Bullshit!
This is your lucky hat.
- I'm lucky.
I'm glad you're still breathing.
- Miss Sally is really coming to Oz?
- When she heard after my escape that I went to her house,
that I'm her number one fan,
my goddess decided she wanted to meet me.
- Miss Sally in Oz.
Next, we'll have Seinfeld in here.
- How do I look?
- Truth?
- No. Lie.
- You're very handsome.
- Thank you.
- Where'd you get the flowers?
- That's a secret.
Wish me luck.
- Oh, you're gonna need more than luck.
- Miss Sally? - Yes.
- How do you do?
These are for you.
- Thank you.
They're lovely.
- It is a great thrill to meet you, Miss Sally.
When I got word that you were dropping by,
it knocked me for a loop.
I am the envy of every cell block.
- That's very sweet.
I brought you something.
- Oh, my God.
There are guys in here that would kill for this...
Literally.
- Miss Sally, I gotta tell you...
You don't laugh like you do on TV.
And while we're on the subject,
you don't look the same as on TV.
You seem smaller.
- The camera adds 10 pounds.
- To your breasts?
- Fuck.
- Miss Sally, you swore.
What about yesterday's lesson? Watch your tongue?
- I'm not Miss Sally.
I work as a secretary at the station.
I'm in charge of answering all the letters
that Miss Sally receives.
When I heard about you escaping,
I remembered getting your letters.
I thought they were so sweet.
I went to Miss Sally and asked her to visit here...
- And she said no?
- She got angry.
She threw Nooter at me.
- Oh.
- So I thought, hell, I look enough like the bitch.
Maybe I'll pull it off.
But I failed.
- No.
No, this means a lot,
that you read my letters, that you wanted to come.
What's your name?
- Norma Clark.
- Thank you, Norma.
- You're welcome, Agamemnon.
- And if you don't mind, I'd like to keep writing.
- Of course.
- But this time, I'll write to you.
- That'd be swell.
- Everybody gambles.
From a card shark in Atlantic City
to an old lady scratching at a lottery ticket,
taking a chance, risking it all,
that's as basic a human need as...
food, clothing, shelter.
It's as fundamental to our genetic makeup
as killing thy neighbor.
- Deyell, what the fuck are you doing over there?
- I'm digging an escape hatch.
- Dumb-ass negro.
- Fucking cum sack.
- Miles, hello.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Miles. - No! No, no, no, no.
- Your execution is set for two weeks from Thursday.
Now, there are certain matters we have to discuss.
The most important being how you're gonna die.
- No!
No, no!
No, no, no!
- If you don't make up your mind soon,
I'll be forced to decide for you.
- No, no, no!
- Take him down to Psych.
- No, no, no, no!
- Get up, Rembrandt.
Give me a--
- Slam his ass!
- Wait a minute.
I can't talk to him all chained up like this.
- Believe me, Sister,
you don't want him running loose.
- All right.
Wait outside.
- No way.
- Wait... outside.
Come in.
Mark...
The warden thought it would be a good idea
for us to get together.
He says you're having problems accepting the fact
that the date of your...
execution is approaching.
- Problems?
I'm scared shitless.
I seen Shirley Bellinger go
and that fag Ginzburg die right there in the cell.
It gets you thinking.
- Look, I am not a fan of capital punishment,
and there are a lot of others like me who are
doing everything they can to stop it,
but that's not going to happen before two weeks from Thursday.
- Oh, Christ.
- Mark, you made a choice to murder your family,
and as a result,
you don't have a choice about staying alive.
So what you need...
and what I want to help you do...
is to prepare for the end.
- I know what you're going through, man.
Sometimes, the reality of what's gonna happen
fucks me up, too.
- I don't need your fucking sympathy, sambo.
- You don't quit, do you?
- I'm trying to work here,
so shut your fucking jive-ass mouth.
- ♪ Amazing grace ♪
- Shut up.
- ♪ How sweet the sound ♪
- I said shut up, you fucking black bastard!
Oh, fuck.
- Holy shit!
- Oy.
- Yo, Lopresti.
Can I get that mirror?
It was Shirley's.
- Oh, gee.
Seven years' bad luck.
Lights out!
- Fuck. - Step aside, Vern.
Let a real man at the table.
- Schillinger. - Schilling-er.
- Whatever, you got a visitor.
- Yeah, well, I'm not expecting anyone.
- She says she's your daughter-in-law.
- My-- What?
- Mr. Schillinger?
- Yeah?
I'm Carrie.
Hank's wife.
- Look, honey, I don't know what kind of scam
you're trying to pull--
- He didn't tell you he was married?
- No.
- Oh, God.
- Are you okay?
- She's fine. Mind your own fucking business.
- I'm sorry.
I'm just so afraid.
Hank and me met.
We had sex right off
and started hanging out all the time together,
and then, a few weeks ago,
he came into some money all of a sudden.
He says, "Let's get hitched."
So I say, "Okay."
But now he's gone.
He's disappeared off the planet,
and I don't know what I'm gonna do.
- You got any kind of proof you two are married?
- Our wedding certificate.
We done it at city hall.
- Why the fuck didn't he tell me?
- That's Hank.
Mr. Secretive.
- I know where he is.
He went to Miami.
I gave him money for the trip.
- Miami? When is he due back?
- I don't know. - Sooner than later?
'Cause it's gotta be sooner.
See, I got a situation.
I need his help.
- What kind of situation?
Maybe I can help.
- I'm pregnant.
- What the fuck is this, man?
- I ain't trying to hear you. - The fuck is you saying?
- I'm saying get up out my face!
- Trust me...
I don't want to be peeping your ugly fucking mug
any more than I have to, okay?
- Hey, what's the problem?
- This fucking child won't be talked to.
- Nigga, fuck you. - Mondo here--
- I ain't one of your dawgs, man.
I ain't one of your prags either.
What I am is sick and tired of all your bullshit.
- Kids today.
- We got to do something to shut his ass down.
- Yeah, relax, relax. Listen.
Got some ideas I want to talk to you about.
- Ah, trouble in paradise.
- Yeah, but not enough to be of any use to us.
You know what we got here, O'Reily?
- Hmm? - A fandango.
And we gotta do something about it.
- Hey, I don't like being in the minority,
but what can we do?
Even these fucking Muslims are kowtowing to Adebisi.
- Well, we could detonate a few well-placed depth charges.
- Whatever you need, K-boy.
- Oh, my God.
Help. Help!
Murder! Murder!
- Like my day wasn't already in the toilet.
Do you know what we've got down there?
A dead fucking body.
Do you know what that means?
My record of no violence is kaput.
You know what that means?
You are up to your African ass in shit.
- This is not my fault. - Oh, yes, it is.
We had a deal.
I would let you do whatever the fuck you wanted
as long as you kept the horseshit to zero.
A corpse is not zero.
- So what do you want me to do?
- I want you to find me the bastard that did this
and bring me his ass.
Alive.
- You want me to play cop?
- Life sucks all around.
- Anything?
- The dead guy, Shemin, he was a complete fucking loser.
He ain't had no friends, and as far as we know,
he ain't even have no enemies.
- Found out one thing.
Him and Tobias Beecher fucked.
- Yup. - Beecher?
- Mm-hmm. - Bring him to me.
- I didn't kill Shemin.
- I heard about you fucked him, though.
Once.
He was lousy.
So were you, Mondo.
- The fuck are you doing?
- I'm looking for the murder weapon.
Adebisi says that if I don't find out who killed Shemin,
they're gonna beat the shit out of me.
- Get the fuck off my stuff, man.
- I saw you go into the laundry room
with Shemin.
I saw you come out alone.
- That don't mean dick.
- Why did you do it?
Why did you kill him?
- See this tat?
I got it the night of my second marriage in Vegas.
I'd just run this great Ponzi on some elderly couple.
So, you know, I'm celebrating.
Some single malt, a little X, and a whole lot of Bonnie.
And as we fucked,
I kept yelling, "I'm a god. I'm a fucking god!"
I am fucking tripping out of my mind.
I go to this all-night tattoo parlor
because I wanted every slob on the strip to know...
I was almighty.
But I'm not.
See, I know that now, Beecher, but this tattoo,
it ain't going away, not without a lot more blood.
- And I am supposed to glean what from that story?
- Well...
I see you fucking all these other guys, you know.
- You said you didn't care who I fucked.
- I do.
I do, okay?
- And you killed Shemin 'cause he and I fucked?
- Ooh, I don't...
- I'm gonna tell Adebisi what I know.
- Oh, I don't think you will.
- Why not? - Well, for two reasons.
One, I know you hired Pancamo
to put a hit out on Hank Schillinger.
- No way. - Oh, yeah.
And Hank's dead, and Vern doesn't know it, but...
That's only because Pancamo makes sure
no one's gonna find the body.
Let's say they do, you know, find the body.
Schillinger's gonna come back after you,
and he's gonna destroy the rest of your family.
He will murder Holly.
- Fuck you. - The second reason is...
You tell him I killed Shemin,
they will kill me, but...
I think you love me too much to see that happen.
Hey, Mondo. How's it hanging, baby?
How is Brown in bed?
- Chris, don't.
- You should take care of where you stick your dick.
That baby is lethal.
- You know, I liked it better when we weren't speaking.
- Winning and losing-- the two sides
of the same silver dollar.
But winning isn't always a good thing.
Think on it.
You suddenly come into a lot of cash.
You start worrying about how to spend it,
how to save it, invest it.
You buy all this stuff you don't really need,
and you get weighed the fuck down.
Losing, on the other hand, has a kind of purifying effect.
When you got nothing,
when you're stripped of all the doodads in life,
you're free.
- Supreme Allah.
What is up with Mondo Brown?
I mean, that boy's nothing but trouble.
Just a deluxe pain in the ass.
- You take care of the other thing?
- Yeah, I made your phone call.
Delivery truck's gonna get a flat tire.
- Sweet.
- Brown, get in line!
- I'm waiting on a shipment.
The motherfucking truck caught a flat.
If we miss that shipment tomorrow,
we don't have no breakfast.
- I'll be back for you later.
Everybody else, let's go!
- Looking for these?
- Keller, what the fuck are you doing here?
- You and me, we got personal business to do.
- I ain't got no business with you.
- How'd you like a blow job?
- Sure.
- Brown is dead.
- Bullshit.
- Murdered in the cafeteria.
- Hey, that's not Em City.
- He's still one of ours, Adebisi.
Glynn is pissed off royal.
Everything we've built is on the verge of collapsing.
- We found this at the scene.
- Do you know who the necklace belongs to?
- Yes.
- Come on. - What's up, man?
- Come on! - What's up?
- Ay, yo...
- You killed Shemin.
- What the fuck am I gonna kill Shemin for?
He was nothing.
- You killed Brown.
- See?
- Now, that shit must've fell off
when I was working in the kitchen.
- Yeah? You cocksucker!
- Fuck you, bitch!
- Yeah, fuck me? Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Bitch! Fuck you!
Fucking kill you!
Fucking up my...
- Fuck you!
- Look what was under Supreme's pillow.
- That fucking shit ain't mine!
Fuck!
Motherfucker, this is some fucking bullshit!
Get the fuck off me!
This is fucking bullshit!
Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off!
I didn't fucking do that shit!
- Let 'em out.
- Deaths of Shemin and Brown.
This is the hand of God.
- Maybe, but do their deaths fit in with your plan
to bring Adebisi down?
- Oh, yes.
I'm getting close to Adebisi to find that one flaw...
that'll finally cripple him.
- I hope it happens soon.
- Adebisi?
- Grind slowly.
I said slow! Grind slow!
Do it slow like a woman.
- Wait here.
- Man, I got to admit, I was struck stupid
when you joined forces with Adebisi, man.
What he's up to--
Hold on.
Man, given what you believe in,
man, it's tough to take this conversion seriously.
- I swore to Allah.
- I think that swearing of yours
got something to do with you trying to stop him.
- You always did have a very vivid imagination.
- I'll tell you what else I got.
I got the knack for picking winners and losers,
and you, you're gonna win.
Sure hope to shit you do.
- What's the matter, Poet? You done with gangster life?
- Man, I ain't done with shit
except Adebisi and fucking videotapes.
- Videotapes?
- Yeah, he likes to record his antics for posterity.
- You talking about the sex and the drugs, right?
- Live from Party Central.
- These videotapes, can you get ahold of them?
- He keeps them in his pod.
I mean...
I mean, I could try.
- Do it now.
- Simon, can I have a word, please?
- Yeah, go ahead.
- In private.
- Gonna get all the young brothers to go to class,
get an education.
Yeah, you like that, huh?
- Yeah, excellent.
- You say a word
about me being in here, you're dead.
You hear me? You hear me?
- Simon, I'm not done talking with you yet.
- We'll talk later.
- But we have to let Querns know.
- Yeah, later.
- They're in the ceiling tiles,
but I didn't get a chance to get one.
- Lots of Native Americans, AKA Indians,
used to live on reservations in utter poverty.
Alcoholism was rampant.
Morale was low.
Then some chief got the brainstorm idea
to use the land not to hunt buffalo
but to raise money by building a casino.
Then faster than you can say "Custer,"
the lives of the members of the tribe
changed for the better.
So, you see,
sometimes, you can eliminate your own vices
by exploiting the vices of others.
- That's crazy.
- Yeah.
Unfortunately, we don't have another option.
- You're gonna ask Adebisi if you can move in with him,
live in his pod?
- I need access to those videotapes.
- What makes you think he'll say yes?
- Believe me...
He'll say yes.
- Man, I don't even smoke these.
- What's up, Poet?
- Yo, Leroy, what's happening, man?
- Nothing. - Yo, your man, Mondo, man.
That was a wild boy, man.
He got greased. You okay?
- No, not really.
Hey, give me some of that shit.
- Here, man.
- Hey, it's you and me, Poet.
We gotta cover each other's backs now.
- Yeah.
'Cause Adebisi is a crazy motherfucker.
- I'll tell you that, though.
You ain't have to worry about Adebisi much longer.
- No? - No, man.
Me and Said, we're working on an angle.
- For real? What you up to?
- I can't tell you that.
It's top secret.
- No doubt. - No doubt.
- I hear that.
Later, blood.
- All right.
- It's what we thought. - Okay.
- You want me to whack Poet?
- No, not yet.
Don't want them to know that we know.
- Right.
- Welcome. - Thank you.
- So, which bunk do you want?
- When was the last time you were in Emerald City?
- I don't remember. - Since Querns took over?
- Probably.
- Well, don't you think it's time
for another fucking visit?
- Watch the way you talk to me!
- Leo, this is not just my ego.
The behavior in there is illegal, immoral,
and Querns turns a blind eye.
Now, you gave the man a free hand
because he kept the violence down,
but two inmates are dead.
You gotta step in.
- You know, I remember when you first came to Oz.
Jefferson Keane had come to challenge you.
You got one of your fellow Muslims
to hit you harder, harder, until you bled.
I didn't know what to make of you then.
Still don't now.
- Simon, the both of us have been
on an extraordinary journey...
And I've tried to learn from mine,
tried to find the common thing that binds us all.
- Crime.
Crime is the common theme.
See, we all of us bad men, even you.
I know you have come to destroy me.
- Simon, I don't want to destroy you.
I want to help you change.
- That is what would destroy me.
See, I am who I am, just as you are.
And I do what I do, just as you must.
- Does that mean you're gonna kill me?
Kill you?
I want to kiss you.
But because I admire you more than I desire you...
This is what you came for.
- Why are you giving this to me?
- Because I have everything.
Everything I need.
Every love satisfied.
It's not enough.
It'll never be enough.
- But like you said, between the pair of us,
we can do great things for our people.
- But for what?
We're still in Oz.
- Yeah!
Put it in your mouth!
Oh! Oh!
Shit!
- Turn it off. I've seen enough.
- Leo...
- What're you gonna say, Querns?
You gonna hand me a lot of excuses?
You didn't know? You did know?
It doesn't matter. You're fired.
Officer, escort Mr. Querns off the property.
- Let me at least clean out my office.
- We'll send you your belongings.
Get out.
- You have yourself a lovely evening.
- This is all my fucking fault.
Been so caught in the campaign, I haven't been doing my job.
You want Em City back?
- Let me think it over, yes.
- All right. Listen up, everybody.
I'm back.
The following are being transferred out of Em City.
When you hear your name, pack up your belongings,
line up behind Officer Johnson.
93A234. Adebisi.
00T255. Tidd.
- What the fuck?
- 097C332. Cody.
00W216. Washington.
- So, the end is here, huh?
- No, more likely, things are gonna go back
to the way they were before.
- Oh, not for me.
Or for you.
- You said you weren't gonna kill me!
- You swore to Allah that you were my brother!
- And I meant that.
- Liar! Liar.
I gave you that tape as a final test of your loyalty.
Your friendship!
Your love.
- Oh, God!
- This is how I'm gonna die.
- No! No!
- Oh, yes, yes!
all: Whoa!
- Twenty-five, we got a 16.
Drop it. Drop it.
Drop the shank!
- Fuck.