- In Oz, you have to be ready to defend yourself
at any given moment.
Chances are the person coming at you has a weapon,
so you gotta have one too.
You've got to be ready to kill your enemies,
or at least slow them down.
- You told me if I let you out of Solitary,
you'd snitch on the other prisoners,
be my informant.
Well, you haven't told me anything I don't already know.
- Morales won't let me back into El Norte
unless I kill Redding.
- Then you're fucked, Alvarez, and no use to me.
Hell, I might as well send you back to Solitary right now.
- Wait a second. He tells me
to grease somebody, right?
There's conspiracy, man.
- I convict Morales on a conspiracy charge, so what?
He's still in Oz, still running drugs.
- Give me a couple days,
I'll try to figure out some other way
to get in his good graces.
Just a couple of fucking days.
- Miguel, Miguel, where you been?
- I was kissing the Warden's ass.
- That's funny.
- Not as funny as you think.
You know he wants me to rat on you.
Says if I don't give him any inside info on drugs and shit,
I'm gonna be playing Solitaire again.
So I've been thinking.
You know, maybe I could be like a...
double agent, right?
I just give him the information
that you want him to have, you know.
- That's a brilliant idea. - Think so?
- Except for the fact that there ain't no information
I want Glynn to have.
- Misinformation.
- You tell him stuff that turns out not to be true,
how long's he gonna trust you?
No, my friend...
if I were you-- and I'm glad I'm not--
I'd prepare myself for the inevitable,
spending the next 50 years all by your lonesome.
- Yo. - Yeah, what's up?
What you want, Alvarez?
- I want to talk to your boss.
- We got no business with you.
- Morales wants you dead, man.
- That ain't no headline.
- He's ordered me to do the deed.
- I see.
- I don't want to have to spill any more blood
than I already done, man.
- I still don't see what it is you want.
- I wanna help you take out Morales.
- You're playing a dangerous game, son,
betraying your own skin.
- Hey, they betrayed me first, man.
- No doubt.
But the trouble with getting in bed with a traitor is
you never know when he might betray you.
I appreciate your offer,
but we're gonna have to decline.
- Decline.
- What you talking to Redding for?
- I asked to borrow some detergent.
- Yeah?
Well, we haven't forgotten that you shanked Carlo Ricardo.
- So? - When Chico Guerra
gets out of the hospital,
he and me are gonna fuck you up.
- Why wait till he gets out, chicken shit?
Come on, baby.
I ain't got nothing, man.
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain.
Let's do this, puto.
- Yo, yo, yo! - Whoa, whoa, whoa! Oh!
- Go! Fuck him up!
- Oh!
- Now, this shank, which we call the Gillette bayonet,
is not designed to pierce but to slice.
The blade of a disposable razor
is extracted from its plastic casing
and then attached to a pen or a pencil.
Only, the danger with this sucker is--
Ah!
Ahh. You end up cutting yourself.
- Busmalis is in solitary confinement, Norma.
- Why?
- In order to get permission to marry you,
Busmalis promised the warden he wouldn't dig anymore tunnels.
Only he'd already started a tunnel.
When he tried to fill it up...
Well, all hell broke loose.
- How long will Agamemnon be isolated?
- Hard to say.
Let me see what I can do on my end.
- Thank you, Mr. Rebadow.
I miss Agamemnon so much.
- Yes.
I miss him too.
- So, the truth is, Busmalis started digging the tunnel
before he agreed not to.
- It's a lovely story, Rebadow,
but why should I believe you?
- Because you know me, Warden.
I've been in Oz for 35 years.
I've seen murders, riots,
had 100 different cellmates.
Not once have I stepped up
on another person's behalf.
I've survived by being uninvolved.
Busmalis deserves better.
Okay.
But no more goddamn tunnels!
- I don't know how you got me out or how I'll ever repay you.
- Nonsense. I owed you.
Busmalis...
No more tunnels.
- Absolutely.
In solitary, I had time to think about my obsession with digging.
Tunnels are nothing but extended graves.
But I'm not dead. Far from it.
- Because of Norma, you have every reason to live.
- I'm gonna go call Norma.
- Now, the Weigert Corporation has developed a pill
which causes the body to age at a faster pace than normal.
So we give this drug to a prisoner,
he ages the number of years that he was supposed to have served,
and then we let him go.
But that whole fucking process
invalidates the whole purpose of our jobs.
- Tim's right. You take a killer at 20,
who's in for 20,
you give him the pill, bingo, he's 40,
but he's still a cold-blooded murderer.
- This drug doesn't factor in rehabilitation.
This drug is the ultimate admission of our failure.
It says that we can't redeem these men
and we shouldn't even try.
We've gotta pull the plug on this project now.
- Leave it to you, Tim, to turn a personal disagreement
between us into some self-righteous crusade.
He's making speeches
because he didn't want the O'Reily brothers included.
- Regardless, he's brought up some valid points.
- Peter Marie-- - I'm sorry, he has.
- Valid points?
Which of you can stand up and claim
that you've actually turned one of these fucks around?
- True.
All we do is move 'em through the system.
We bring 'em in, we lock 'em up, we let 'em out.
At least with this pill we don't get stabbed in the process.
- If you're so afraid it'll work, Lopresti,
go back to selling used cars.
- You see? - Don't be an asshole.
- Yeah. - This isn't just about me.
- Now, wait a minute, you instigated this.
- Enough!
I'll call the Commissioner and express your concerns.
But until he decides to yank the plug,
the program continues.
That's all.
- Let me ask you something.
This new drug that we're testing,
how long until we start feeling the effects?
- Well, as I said before,
it's never been tested on humans,
but the lab rats began to age in about three days.
- If I get old and wrinkled,
will you still love me?
Next.
Cyril, any complaints?
- I have a tummy-ache.
- Come on, sit down.
Okay, take a deep breath.
- Count!
Ah. Cyril, come on, let's go.
Come on, Cyril, get up.
Holy mother of Christ.
- Ryan...I don't feel too good.
- Be right back.
- Hey, so? - He's begun to age.
- What about me?
- Your body might metabolize slower
or you could be on the placebo.
- Whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
The idea was for me and Cyril to go through this together.
Remember? To get out of Oz together.
Are you trying to tell me he--
he's gonna get old and I might not?
- Yes. - No, you stop
giving him that drug.
- No, I won't.
You both agreed to take it.
- Well, now, I'm unagreeing.
Look, everything I've done has fucked up Cyril's life.
I'm not about to sit by and watch him disintegrate.
- You signed an agreement.
- I don't care. - Well, I do.
- Fuck you.
Cyril, put your shirt on. We're leaving.
- No, we're keeping Cyril here a few more hours
for observation. Get him out of here.
- Okay, you see my brother's hair?
- Pretty bizarre.
- This aging thing is out of whack, Beecher.
You and me, we gotta drop out.
We gotta talk to Robson and Kirk and the others
and we gotta get them to drop out too.
What?
- This is just like you, O'Reily.
I gave my word, and as terrified as I am
about the effects of the drug, I'm sticking with it.
- Fine.
I'll talk to the others myself.
- Yeah, well, I don't know if that's gonna do much good.
Mugs like Robson, Hoyt, and Wick,
they're used to playing Russian roulette
with their lives.
My guess is they're gonna laugh in your face.
- You feeling good today?
- I'm feeling nervous. It's a lot of money.
- Well, helping you out is none other than
the host of the very popular "Miss Sally's Schoolyard,"
Whitney Allen. Whitney, welcome.
Well, let's play the game...
- Dr. Nathan says I got pubic lice.
Tiny little bugs that live around in my balls.
- Shit.
- Wow. That's freaky.
His hair turning white.
- Yeah, at least that shit won't happen to us.
- Other than the lice, I feel great.
Thinking maybe I'm one of the five that got the placebo.
- Wick, what are you doing?
Wick?
Jesus fucking Christ!
Murphy! Murphy!
Get some fucking help down here!
- Gloria.
Come to gloat, Tim?
- No, to apologize.
I mean, you were right on the money
when you said that I turned our disagreement
into something else.
I'm sure you were acting out on the best of intentions.
- Was I?
My answer to everything that walks through that door
is pop a pill in his mouth.
I don't even try to heal people anymore.
I'm a drug dealer.
- Well, better that than a, uh...
Fuck, I don't even know what I am anymore,
except tired and hungry.
Good night.
- Tim.
- Yeah?
- That rain check for dinner?
I'd like to cash it in.
- Really? You sure?
- Yeah.
I don't want to be alone tonight.
- Remember when we were little?
Mama would sing to us.
- Just try and sleep, Cyril.
- I can't remember what song.
Move over.
♪ Over in Killarney ♪
♪ Many years ago ♪
♪ Me mother sang a song to me ♪
♪ In tones so sweet and low ♪
♪ Just a simple little ditty ♪
♪ In her sweet old Irish way ♪
♪ And I'd give the world if she could sing ♪
♪ That song to me this day ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Too-ra, loo-ra, loo-ra ♪
♪ Too-ra, loo-ra-li ♪
♪ Too-ra, loo-ra, loo-ra ♪
♪ Hush now, don't you cry ♪
♪ Too-ra, loo-ra, loo-ra ♪
- And I'm sure we all feel enormous sense of joy
watching our brother embrace the wings of Islam.
And so henceforth,
he will no longer be known as Leroy Tidd
but as Salah Yudin,
which means "honoring the faith."
Allahu akbar.
all: Allahu akbar.
Welcome, my brother.
- Imam, there are things I want to talk to you about,
but I'm afraid. - Well, don't be, my brother.
From now on, you must feel free to ask me anything.
- Even about Adebisi?
He was a bad man, but he was my friend.
You plotted to murder him.
- No.
His death was never my goal.
I tried to save him.
But Simon didn't want to be saved.
He felt he knew what he needed from life.
After he'd satisfied all of his appetites,
realized that his desires were empty,
that he had nothing,
the only desire that he had left was to die.
- How do you know that?
- You only need to look into a man's face
to see if his time has come.
- Hello, Leroy.
Thought we had a deal.
Thought you were gonna kill Said for us.
- I will. - When?
- He's constantly surrounded by his crew.
I'm waiting for a moment when I got him alone.
As-salaam alaikum.
- Walaikum Salaam.
- What's going on?
- Said's napping.
You know he suffers from hypertension, right?
- No, I didn't.
You want a break?
I'd be happy to take over.
- I do have to take a leak.
- Then relieve thyself.
- Okay.
He should be asleep for another 20 minutes.
I'll be right back. - Mm-hmm.
- Salah?
Where-- - It's all right.
You're safe.
- Ah, God! What the fuck?
- You know, I'm getting tired of your boy Redding, man,
waiting to make his move against Pancamo and Morales, man.
I mean, shit, I don't know why we don't just go up there
and ice the motherfuckers right now.
- Relax. Red knows the score.
He'll tell us when the time is right.
Yo...
That--that's not who I think it is, is it?
Jackson Vahue? - Yeah, that's him, yo.
- Get the fuck out of here.
I heard he was up in here,
man, but you know, I ain't seen him.
- He like to keep a low profile.
You know. - Hey, I want to meet him.
- Yeah, yeah, come on, man.
Jackson, yo, Jackson.
- What's up, man?
All right, all right.
How you doing? - I'm good, you know?
- My man Omar White, B.
- Oh, hey. - He wanted to meet you.
- What's up, man? Yeah.
Yo, hey, I was there that night, man, when you scored, what?
48 points on the Bulls, boy.
That was-- - Poet, what you got in stock?
- I thought you was off the drugs, man.
- Yeah, well, that was when I was trying to win parole.
Now, I'm stuck in this shithole for another seven years.
Gimme some tit.
- Anything you need, brother.
We got that for you. - Yeah.
- All right, dog.
- Aw, keep you happy.
Keep your motor running.
- I'm your man, Jackson.
- Man, boy, Jackson Vahue, man.
I mean, there I am, man. I'm up there
trying to be all friendly with this motherfucker,
he's looking at me like I'm not even there,
like I'm a fucking glass of water or something.
- Man, he got other shit on his mind, man.
- I got this problem.
I just--I just don't impress people.
- No, man, this ain't no joke, man.
I mean, ever since I was a kid, man,
I meet people, man, I just--
for some reason I just don't leave no impression on them.
- What you gonna do, man?
- What am I do?
I'll show you what I'ma do.
I'm gonna make these motherfuckers
notice me, all right?
- Yo, don't be waving that shit around, man.
- These motherfuckers are gonna fear me, all right?
Watch me, watch me.
- Hey, get the fuck out of the way.
- McManus.
McManus! - Yeah?
Ohh! Ah!
- Central, this is 11. We got a 66, hurry!
- Apply pressure, Raise his head!
- Bleeding like, a pig, McManus.
How does it feel, baby? - Ah, fuck!
- It's gonna be okay.
- This particular shank is called a blunt.
It's fairly standard.
A prisoner palms a hunk of metal working in the shop
and then rubs the metal against a stone wall--
in Oz, we got plenty of those--
shaping it into a blade.
The beauty of this baby is that
it causes as much internal damage
as possible.
- Basil, you got a guest.
- Who?
- Nancy Mears.
- That's your mistress?
- Sort of.
She was my partner.
While I was undercover in Em City,
she pretended to be my girlfriend.
- You seem surprised she's here.
- I am.
Up till today she's refused to see me.
Nancy.
I can't tell you how happy I am that you've come.
- The Lieutenant ordered me.
- What?
- Schmand. He said I had to come.
- Oh. Well, I'm sorry he forced you.
- You had something to tell me?
- I wanted to apologize
for lying to you while I was undercover.
I got so deep inside Desmond Mobay
that I let the situation get funky.
- Okay.
Bye.
- Nancy, that's it?
Okay, bye?
- What do you want from me, John?
- Forgiveness.
- Look,
being a cop sucks.
The people we're supposed to protect and serve,
they think we're brutal, indifferent,
insulated, and corrupt.
Every day I fight against that image
and every day a scumbag like you fucks it up.
So, no, John, I will not forgive you.
But I promise you this, I'll forget you.
I will forget you ever existed.
And if Schmand asks, be sure to tell him I was here.
- Hey, Hughes!
Wanna play some cards?
- Not with you.
Mm, mm, mm.
When are you gonna accept the fact
that you, me, and Johnny share a bond.
We were all cops.
Cops who, for one reason or another, copped out.
- I have nothing in common with you.
I'm a political prisoner
incarcerated by an unjust system.
- No, son.
You're nothing, but a punk with bad aim.
- And you're a dead man.
- That a threat?
- It ain't a valentine.
- Like I said...
punk.
- Quit staring.
- Relax. - Cocksucker keeps staring at me
like he's putting some kind of curse on me.
- Warden wants to see you. Come on.
- I wonder what that's about.
- Morales and Pancamo killed Bian Yixhue.
- Do you have proof?
Well, then unfortunately there's not much I can do.
- We wanted to see you, Gongjin,
so that you can prepare the others.
- To return home?
- No, this is about Jia Kenmin.
- Jia Kenmin? You have captured him?
- Yes, he was already on trial locally for drug charges.
Yesterday, the jury found him guilty.
- He'll be tried again in federal court
for illegally bringing you and the others
into the country.
But in the interim, he's coming here.
- To this prison?
- Yes, and we're gonna keep him completely segregated
until your people are gone.
- Jia Kenmin, he is to blame for the misery.
He arranged for the boat that brought us from China.
- Yes, and he'll be punished accordingly.
- I would like to meet him
to see his face.
- Gongjin-- - Please, I will do him no harm.
What harm could I do?
He is a killer.
I am not.
- Prisoner number 01J813, Jia Kenmin.
Convicted February 2nd, 2001,
Possession and distribution of a controlled substance.
Sentence: 15 years,
up for parole in five.
- Kuang Gongjin, Jia Kenmin.
- How you doing? - No physical contact.
Sit.
The officer's gonna remain in the room
for the entire five minutes
and can shut the conversation down any time before that.
Okay?
- So?
- I am told your parents
left China same as us.
Escaped the horrors
to make a better life for you.
So, how can you treat your own people like dirt?
I want to kill you.
But killing you will not bring Yixhue back to his wife and son.
The men in this prison are not honorable.
Are you?
Are you, Jia Kenmin?
If so, there is one thing you could do to make up for the bad.
One thing I ask, not only for myself,
but for the honor of all who suffer.
Enrique Morales.
Will you do that?
Will you swear?
- The State Department, under increasing pressure
from the Beijing government,
has decided not to grant asylum
to the 35 remaining Chinese illegals
whose freighter crashed off Jeb Island Sound.
The refugees will be deported to China tomorrow,
where they face an uncertain future.
Business news is next with Marcia Levy.
- Yo, look who's out of Solitary.
- I forgot Ketchum was in Oz.
- Yeah, he got here a couple months ago.
Calls himself Supreme Allah.
- Right.
- He's been on trial for killing two other inmates.
- Burr, heard you were in circulation.
- Get the fuck away from me, Ketchum.
- Yeah, all right.
- What was that about?
- Augustus, you ever wonder why the cops knew where you was at
the night you got arrested?
- Yeah, I figured they had me under surveillance.
- Surveillance, my black ass.
Ketchum told them.
- What?
- They had him on an old warrant.
They were squeezing him hard.
He gave you up.
If it wasn't for Supreme Allah,
you wouldn't be in that wheelchair.
You wouldn't be in Oz.
- We don't like Burr Redding any more than you.
- You want him dead; we want him dead.
- Take care of this,
we'll cut you into the operation.
- Done.
Only I need a little time.
Get some of the other brothers on my side.
- But don't wait too long.
Redding's planning his own move.
We have to snap his neck before he snaps ours.
- Damn, dude.
Being crippled must suck.
- Nah, Supreme, it's a pleasure cruise.
- I know you know Burr Redding from the same corner as me.
- Hung with the man all my life.
He took care of me and my family when my daddy
got killed in 'Nam. - Yeah, I know you
got much love for him,
which is why you got to let the man know
Spics and the Wops
want him deceased.
- You so worried about him, why don't you tell him yourself?
- Nigger won't let me get near him.
- That surprises you?
- Shit, yeah.
I ain't never done nothing to backhand him.
- What about me? - Speak clearly, dog.
- You put me in here.
In Oz, in the wheelchair.
- Bullshit.
- Burr found out that you was the one
that ratted me out to the cops.
- Like I said,
bullshit.
- Bullshit.
I'll show you bullshit, nigga! - What the fuck? What the--
- Hey! Ah! Shit!
Ahh! Ahh!
- Mother fucking crazy!
- Ah!
- Takes a lot of balls to beat a fella in a wheelchair.
- I didn't touch Hill.
- Just like you didn't kill those two other inmates,
Shemin and Browne.
- I'm innocent of that.
- There's others who gotta pay for that crime.
- Mm.
I suppose you're also innocent of shooting Craig Daniels.
- No.
That motherfucker laughed at me.
He got what he deserved.
- I'm telling you, Supreme Allah knows
we whacked shemin and Browne and that we pinned
the murders on him.
- How could he? I didn't tell him, you didn't tell him.
- Hey, maybe he figured it out.
Both of them were guys Beecher fucked.
- So, maybe he thinks that you did it.
But not me.
- What, are you looking to hang me out to dry there, O'Reily?
- No.
Look, maybe I can go see Allah, figure out what he really knows.
You can trust me, K-boy.
- I got no other choice.
Fuck!
I'm such an idiot.
Hey, Supreme, old pal.
This thing is crashing every time I try to boot it up.
Can you take a look at it for me?
- No.
- No? What do you got, PMS or something?
- You know, I sat in Solitary plenty of hours, O'Reily.
Had time to put two and two together.
Shemin and Browne plus Keller and O'Reily
equals me almost on death row.
- Hmm. Well, you had it wrong there, cuz.
Well, addition never was my best subject.
Always favored subtraction.
Let me see, Oz minus
Keller and O'Reily
equals justice.
- Why are you so anxious to see the world rid of Supreme Allah?
- Well, I guess the same reasons as you.
His grasp exceeds his reach.
- And you come to me?
- I'm willing to give you any assistance you may need.
- Yeah, well, I need no assistance
because I don't mean him any harm.
I wish the man only the best.
That's right, Thursday, 11:00 a.m., sharp.
You hear me, Tug?
Be on time.
We're all set.
I'm telling you, we gotta do something and fast.
- You know, I just got the funniest feeling
the old man is gonna take care of everything.
- The reason you couldn't come see me
is 'cause they had me in Solitary
'cause they thought I killed some motherfuckers.
You understand? I didn't even do shit to these--
I don't even know these motherfuckers.
Talking 'bout how I stabbed these...
- 'Sup?
- Ah!
- Ah, fuck!
- This shank is a classic.
The bottom end of a toothbrush
is carved down to its sharpest point,
almost like an arrowhead.
But the best part is,
the weapon doesn't have to be concealed.
It can be placed in a pocket,
bristles showing,
ready to be grabbed for action.
- Look, I barely met Tug Daniels.
He calls, he says he needs to see me.
Man, how was I supposed to know what he's got
brewin' in his head?
- Did you know Supreme Allah was serving time
for shooting Daniels' brother?
- Yeah, man, I guess.
- Where'd he get the shank?
- He must've brought it in with him.
Look, don't be blaming me for your lax security.
- Maybe some time in the cage will help you
see things clearer. - The cage?
I ain't do shit. I ain't do shit.
Ahh, man.
- Timmy.
- Father Mukada, where you been?
- On retreat.
Father McConkey says that while I've been away,
you stopped being an altar boy at mass.
- The Catholic church is Satan's whore.
- What?
- The Pope sucks on the tit of the beast.
Rome is the Gomorrah of the new world order.
- Where on earth did you hear that?
- The Reverend Cloutier.
At first when he started preaching,
I thought he was a real dipshit.
But a lot of what he says makes sense.
- Like? - That I should convert.
Cloutier says if I do convert,
there's this Bible college in West Virginia
where I can do a correspondence course,
get my college degree for free.
- Timmy, if that's what you want,
there are plenty of other schools to choose from
before you decide.
I could help you-- - No, that's okay.
God be with you.
- Hello, Reverend. Please be seated.
Thank you, Officer.
Well, I wasn't here when you arrived,
so I thought that now that I'm back, we should meet.
- Excellent.
Although, Father, I must say I was shocked
to see how the protestant population of Oz
was being served. - I try to do the best
I can for everyone.
- Yes, I'm sure you do.
- And, uh, I'm glad that you're here to help.
Which reminds me that I had a discussion with Timothy Kirk.
He says he wants to go for a B.A.
- Well, with the right education,
he could find the way.
- Well, see, that's exactly what I wanted
to discuss with you, the right education.
I don't think that a Bible college is best for him.
- Where would you prefer he study,
With the Jesuits?
- No, not necessarily, but he's young,
lost, confused.
I would hate for there to be any undue pressure.
- He was baptized a Catholic,
went to eight years of parochial education.
There were monks in his high school.
You don't call that undue pressure?
- Look, I didn't ask you here for a theological debate.
- No, that's exactly why you asked me here.
You're afraid of losing Kirk to Christ.
- He already has Christ.
- That is not Christ.
That is showbiz on a stick.
- Showbiz.
You, of all people, you have turned faith into a cartoon.
- Be careful, Father.
Anger, envy, those are two of the seven deadly sins.
This afternoon, I will be baptizing Timmy Kirk
as a true Christian.
You're welcome to attend.
- ♪ Jesus loves his little children ♪
♪ All the little children of the world ♪
chorus: ♪ Red and yellow, Black and white ♪
♪ They are precious in his sight ♪
♪ Jesus loves the little children of the world ♪
- My first few days here I was terrified,
sharing a cell with Adebisi.
And you came to me, all friendly.
- I saved you from that black bastard.
- Vern, you know the rules.
Let Tobias finish his thought.
- Right.
Go on.
The man that I was,
the man that I have become,
that's mine to carry.
But you've got to accept your share of the responsibility
for everything that's happened.
- What are you doing interrupting us?
- Sorry, Sister. Warden sent me
to fetch Schillinger, says it's an emergency.
- I got a call today from the Massachusetts State Police.
A few days ago they discovered the body of a young man
who'd evidently been dead for several months.
A bullet to the back of the head.
They checked the dental records,
and discovered the identity of the victim.
Your son, Hank.
- No.
No, Hank's in Florida.
Cops made a mistake.
- That's possible, but I doubt it.
- It's a mistake.
Cops made a fucking mistake.
Hank's not dead, he can't be dead.
He's got this cute little wife
and they're gonna have a baby.
Hank is not dead!
You hear me? He's not dead!
- Yeah, your kid was involved in all kinds of shit.
Drug deals and pimping.
So there's any number of people who might want him dead.
- This is you consoling me?
- This is me giving you the hard, cold facts.
Your son was murdered.
Now, somebody's gotta pay.
And I think that somebody is Beecher.
- Beecher.
- You know how we kept expecting him to retaliate
for Hank killing his son, but nothing happened?
Well, that's 'cause he'd already taken care of it.
We're in Oz. There's a shitload of guys
who could arrange that hit.
- That fuck--
I'll kill his daughter.
I'll kill his whole fucking family.
Do you see him?
- No.
- Vern, I just heard about your son.
I'm so sorry.
- Thank you, Reverend.
- Why don't we pray together?
- How does the quote go?
"There is a time to be born,
"a time to die,
a time for every purpose under heaven"?
- Yes. - Well, the time
for praying is over.
- No, Vern, Jesus can comfort you.
- Not today.
- Leave the man alone, okay, Rev?
- You seen Beecher, where's Beecher?
The shit is going down fast.
- He had a play date with his daughter.
- God damn it. I gotta get to him.
How the fuck am I gonna get to him?
- Mr. Lion, hello.
- Hey, you. - Me?
- Yeah.
You Beecher's brother?
- Uh-huh.
- I have a civilian down. - Oh, Angus!
Oh, God. Angus. - Get him out of here!
- He's my brother! - Get him out!
- Please, just get him some help!
Get him some help!
- Just get some help!
- And then there's the Don Juan.
You take a spring from the frame underneath your bed,
uncoil it, and then sharpen the edge.
The wound itself is smaller but goes much deeper.
Like Don Juan,
it penetrates.
- Dad.
You've got to take Holly away.
- She's in danger again.
- From the same man who killed Gary.
- Well, we'll tell the police.
- The police?
The police can't help us now.
Take her away, keep her away.
Do you understand?
- Yes, I understand.
But I'm not sure she will.
Talk to her, Toby.
Explain what's happening.
- Thank you.
Holly, it was so good to see you today.
I know I told you that you'd be coming back soon,
but, uh, Grandpa...
...is gonna take you on a little trip for a while.
And, um, when you get back,
you and I are gonna be together forever and ever.
Okay? I love you.
Remember that.
Always.
- You've gotta kill Schillinger.
- No. - What's the alternative?
- I let him kill me.
- What the hell does that mean?
- If I offer to die, maybe that'll end all this.
Maybe he'll let my family be.
- And what are you gonna get out of him,
a written guarantee?
- What are my options?
- We pin Hank's murder on someone else.
- Who? And then what?
Schillinger kills that person? No, I've got
enough death on my conscience.
I gotta go. - No, Beech, Jesus,
come on, just listen to me.
Let's just relax, all right?
Let's breathe, all right?
Think what you're doing, think it through.
- I have.
My family can't hide forever.
If I don't handle this now, Schillinger will destroy them.
- That's what I'm talking about, handling it.
Don't you understand that?
All we gotta do is kill Schillinger.
- And then the Aryans will still kill me.
And for all I know,
Schillinger's unborn grandchild will grow up
and find my grandchild and kill him.
No! Chris, this is the only way to do it.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Chris, let me go. - Wait, just wait, wait.
Just wait.
Okay.
- Tomorrow we'll continue with the spiritual evaluation
of Zedekiah.
- Reverend.
- Yes. Uh, Keller, right?
- You know what Vern Schillinger has planned
against Tobias Beecher, don't you?
- I'm afraid I do.
And I'm helpless to stop him.
- He thinks Beecher ordered the hit on Hank.
Schillinger's wrong. I ordered the hit.
- You? - I will confess my crime
to the authorities, but I need you
to tell Schillinger the truth.
- So, you see that Keller is the guilty one.
Tobias Beecher is totally innocent.
Doing harm to him or his family would be a tragic mistake.
- I appreciate your coming to see me, Reverend.
- You believe this bullshit?
Beecher killed Hank.
Beecher killed your son.
- What's your best memory of your son?
- First time he came up,
unprompted, and hugged me
and said, "Daddy, I love you."
- Beecher, I promise not to hurt your daughter
or anybody else in your family.
See, I wanna believe that you are innocent of killing Hank.
I wanna believe because...
...I need to believe in something.
Something besides hate.
This grandchild that's coming...
...is my last chance.
My last hope.
I want this kid to--
put his arms around my neck
and say, "I love you."
'Cause...
See, I never had that before.
I am sorry about your son.
- I'm sorry about yours too.
- Hello, Chris. - Sister Pete.
You come to wish me a bon voyage?
- Sit down.
Uh, I--I don't know
quite what's happened,
but I suspect, as usual,
that you know the whole truth.
- Which I've told.
- I think you lied.
- Do you?
- You lied for a greater truth.
Some time ago you and I had a conversation about God.
"We don't choose God.
God chooses us."
- I remember.
- And you said that you wanted God to choose you,
but you thought it was too late.
It's never too late.
God finally did choose you, Chris.
And he chose wisely.
You have a couple minutes.
- Sorry, I can't hug you back.
- Schillinger believed Cloutier.
Thinks I'm innocent.
He even shook my hand. - Yeah, you see?
And I get a nice trip to Massachusetts,
stand trial, serve life in Cedar Junction
far from Schillinger's reach.
- There are Aryans in Massachusetts.
- Half-assed Aryans.
Besides, I think I've proven that I'm pretty nimble
when it comes to staying alive.
- Why are you doing this?
- I would have thought that was fairly obvious.
- Yeah.
- Besides, I love the irony.
I've gotten away with all of those murders
I actually committed, and here I am
confessing to the one I'm innocent of.
- Uh, it's time, gentlemen.
- I'll see you.
- When?
- Back here. Or in heaven.
- You really think we're gonna get into heaven?
- Aw, you and me together.
God doesn't have the balls to keep us out.
- The worst stab wound is the one to the heart.
Sure, most people survive it,
but the heart is never quite the same.
There's always a scar, which is meant, I guess,
to remind you that even for a little while,
someone made your heart beat faster.
And that's a scar you can live with,
proudly,
all the days of your life.