Title: Dream a little dream of me. Written by: Tom Fontana and Sean Whitesell Drected by: Adam Bernstein (Hill Narrating) Hill: Sigmund Freud said that the purpose of our dreams is to satisfy certain instinctual urges that society deems unacceptable. For instance, instead of killing an oppressive father, which would be to harmful to handle, we dream of throwing our boss out the window. Freud believed the mind would often modify our dreams in order to keep strong emotions at bay. And with less emotion a man can get up, go to work, and be a good citizen. The difference for us in Oz is, we don't dream of throwing out boss out the window. We actually do it. (Flashback to Guerra stabbing Alvarez) (Infirmary) Glynn: So Alvarez. Who's responsible? Alvarez: I wish I knew. Glynn: You didn't see who stabbed you? Alvarez: No. Everything happened so fast, you know. Glynn: Then I guess my investigation is over. Alvarez: And that's really breaking you up ain't it? Glynn: Man. Now I'm no Doctor, but I've seen a lot of stab wounds in my time. If that knife had gone in another quarter of an inch to the left, we wouldn't be having a conversation. Alvarez: Quarter of an inch? No shit. Glynn: No shit. Guess you got lucky huh? Alvarez: You going to put me back in solitary? Glynn: No, no, no. I mean, there's no one I'd rather see rot in solitary than you. But I figure I'll send you back to Em City. Maybe next time you're not so lucky. (Em City) Alvarez: We got to talk. Guerra: Oh, you want me to shank you again? Okay. Alvarez: Can I sit down? Inmate: Blow me. Morales: Get up. Have a seat. Guerra: So? Alvarez: You tried to kill me. Guerra: No I didn't. Your alive ain't you? That was our deal. Alvarez: You were supposed to stab me in the shoulder man. Blade went in a quarter of an inch from my heart. Guerra: Must have fucking moved Chocha. What can I say? Alvarez: You ain't got to say nothing. I just want you to know that I know the truth man. I'm going to honor our agreement. I didn't die, I ain't going to retaliate. Morales: Backing off. A wise move Miguel. Listen to me carefully. I'm never going to welcome you back to El Norte. But what I will do, is guarantee that we'll leave you be. Guerra: What the fuck are you talking about? Morales: All scores are settled. Alvarez: Excuse me. (Cafeteria) Velez: I want you to shank me. I don't know how you came up with the idea but it fucking rocks. and I see what it's done for you. And mostly I see how Morales is. Him talking to you before like he's taking the high road, being powerful and generous. But behind his eyes he's running scared. I want to follow you. Alvarez: You want to follow me? Velez: Join your gang. You're the next wave, and I want to be your lieutenant. Shank me. Alvarez: I ain't going to shank you man. I understand, you know, you think you got to prove yourself and shit right? Velez: Yes. Alvarez: I'm going to have you do something else for me. Velez: Anything. Alvarez: Kill Guerra. Brass: Step over here Morales. Morales: Okay. Brass: You know who I am? Morales: Dave Brass, the basketballer. You played with McManus against Vahue in those games. Pretty good for a white boy. Brass: Who cut my Achilles tendon? Morales: I don't know. Brass: Look. I don't care whose idea it was. All I want is the guy who actually did the deed. Morales: I wish I could help you out. Brass: You lying piece of shit. You're going to regret that you didn't. Morales: You know, you had the sweetest crossover dribble I've ever seen. Jerking right, then planting that foot, then going left, I don't know how many times you dressed down Vahue with that move. But you know what they say. You take away a basketball Gods first step, and all you got is a CO with a broken wheel. (Rebadow Pod) Rebadow: What are you doing? Busmalis: I've started a writing campaign to protest the possible cancellation of Ms. Sally's Schoolyard. Rebadow: This one's signed by Stanton. Busmalis: Yeah. He's a good guy, that Stanton. Rebadow: He's in solitary. Busmalis: Alright, so I fudged a few. Rebadow: Wangler, Abebisi. Groves. Groves? Busmalis: Okay I fudged them all. None of those Urids out there would rally for the cause. You want to write one? Rebadow: No offence, but the only think I want renewed is my Grandsons chance to beat his leukemia. Busmalis: Right. Sorry. What's the latest on his condition? Rebadow: You've got to pay to play. There's a cure to be found, but it'll cost. I still haven't figured out a way to raise the money. (Em City) News Anchor: Next up is Whitney Allen, star of Ms. Sally's schoolyard, to tell us about next weeks mightyball drawing. Whitney? Allen: Hi Warren. How are you? News Anchor: Very well thank you. Thanks for dropping by. Ryan O'Reily: Who are all these numbnuts who play the lottery? Busmalis: I played the lottery. Beecher: Me too. Ryan O'Reily: Like I said. Numbnuts. Out of 51 numbers, you got to pick the right number not once, but six times in a row. Busmalis: I say it is possible to win. Ryan O'Reily: Jesus Christ, Busmalis. You'd have a better chance of getting struck by lightening. Busmails: Approximately 1,000 people a year win a million dollars or more in North American lotteries. In contrast, less then a hundred people a year hit by lightening. Allen:....So don't forget to play. Because the winner might just be you. (Cafeteria) Rebadow: Excuse me. Officer Brass? Brass: Yeah. Rebadow: Bob Rebadow. You've always seemed like a sympathetic fellow to me. Brass: What do you want? Rebadow: I want you to purchase a lottery ticket for me. The jackpot is 2 million dollars. I'll cut you in. Brass: Cut me in on what? Rebadow: The prize money. Brass: What in the world makes you think you going to win? Rebadow: God told me. These are the winning numbers. (Gym) McManus: Hey Dave how you doing? Brass: What's the deal with this guy Bob Rebadow? McManus: Uh, nothing. Why, is he giving you trouble? Brass: No. I just thought the guy might be psychotic. At dinner he starts telling me God speaks to him. McManus: Oh yeah. He's had an on going tête-à-tête with the almighty for some time now. Actually he's relatively stable. Brass: The first time I've touched one of these since my Achilles got cut. And it's a perfect fucking ball man. Gummy, beat up. Give you mad handle. This ball will make you Pete Maravich. McManus: Aw, Jesus. Pistol Pete. Greatest scorer in the history of college ball. Brass: When he was growing up, he used to carry a ball with him at all times. No matter what. In school, on a date. Didn't matter. He'd even go to bed with a basketball. Like a marriage. So I started doing it. I quit sleeping with it when I got to college, but other then that... McManus: Come on man. You want to shoot, shoot. Brass: That's alright. McManus: Come on. I can stick around for a while. Brass: I got to go. Got to make an extra stop on my way home. I got to buy a lottery ticket. McManus: Well another night then. We'll stay late. We'll shoot around. Brass: You know how Pete Maravich died? Been retired 8 years. Was out running a pickup game. Heart attack. Up and down the court one minute, falling over dead the next. Until death do us part. He's able to live that. But I won't be able to. So stop fucking asking me to shoot around with you. Alright? (Flashback to Cyril O'Reily Punching Kenmin) (Receiving) McManus: First of all, let me say I'm glad your fully recovered. Secondly, I understand you want to return to Emerald City. And you can understand that that's a tough call for me. Before you got...hurt you continually threatened the lives of Enrique Morales and the other Latinos. And plus, Cyril O'Reily's in there. Kenmin: Mr. McManus, getting hit by Cyril O'Reily may have been the single greatest event in my life. There I was on the brink of death and suddenly I could see all that I had done. And more importantly, all that I could do. Have you ever had an experience like that? McManus: Well, Actually yes. I have. Kenmin: Whether or not you bring me back to Em City is ultimately irrelevant. And yet, I'm drawn there. Why? I don't know. McManus: Alright. Let's give it a shot. But I want you to have interaction sessions with Peter Marie. (Interaction) Cyril O'Reily : I'm sorry I hurt you. Sister Pete: Why did you hit Kenmin Cyril? Cyril O'Reily: He was punching Ryan. Sister Pete: Why were you punching Ryan? Kenmin: I had been in the cage all day. I was feeling feisty. I decided to show off. It was stupid. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. Sister Pete: Ryan. Ryan O'Reily: What? His bullshit almost got Cyril transferred to the fucking insane asylum. Sister Pete: The rules are no interrupting and no swearing. Kenmin: I take full blame for everything that's happened to me. Which is why I want to make peace. Ryan O'Reily: Uh uh uh. Sit the fuck down. Cyril O'Reily: No. I want to make peace too. Sister Pete: Go ahead. (Flashback. Li Chen shoots several people outside a fast-food restaurant. Hill: Prisoner number 02L333. Li Chen. Convicted January 14th, 2002. 4 counts of attempted murder. Sentence: 32 years. Up for parole in 20. (Kenmin pod. Kenmin and Chen speak to each other in Chinese white watching the O'Reilys.) (Stage. Cyril is doing scales) Fitzgerald: Okay. Cyril O'Reily: Stop laughing Ryan. Fitzgerald: Ryan, behave. Ryan O'Reily: I know. Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But Cyril's singing really sucks. Fitzgerald: Now, I have told you that this program is not about becoming Pavarotti. It's about learning how to express your feelings through the music, and you did very good Cyril. Cyril O'Reily: Thank you. Ryan O'Reily: It's more like Pavarotten. Fitzgerald: Alright you try. Ryan O'Reily: Uh-uh. No no. The deal was, I sign up for this class to spend more time with you. That's it. I'm not singing. Fitzgerald: So this session is over. Next Friday Ryan, I want to hear you sing. Ryan O'Reily: Okay mom. You know what? I'll do you one better. Brass: Susanne, your next 2 students are here. Ryan O'Reily: Whoa, whoa whoa. What's this? Kenmin: I heard you mother was teaching so I decided to give it a whirl. Jia Kenmin. Fitzgerald: Susanne Fitzgerald. Chen: Li Chen. Fitzgerald: Welcome, both of you. Brass: Let's go O'Reily. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah, yeah. In a second Brass. Brass: Now fuckwad. Ryan O'Reily: You're fucking crazy. Kenmin: Bye guys. (O'Reily Pod) Cyril O'Reily: What's a matter Ryan? Ryan O'Reily: I got a bad feeling man. Cyril O'Reily: About what? Ryan O'Reily: About that piss stain Jia Kenmin. I know he's perpetrating. I know he's plotting something against us. I think he might want to hurt my mom. Cyril O'Reily: I like her. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah, well she likes you too Cyril. Cyril O'Reily: You want to trade? Ryan O'Reily: Trade? Trade what? Cyril O'Reily: I'll give you my most prized possession if you give me her. Ryan O'Reily: We don't have to trade Cyril. We can share her. You know that. Cyril O'Reily: Really? Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. Hey, don't I share everything with you? Hey Jia. Kenmin: You mother's a wonderful person. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. Well let's make sure she stays that way. Kenmin: Meaning what? Ryan O'Reily: You fuck with her one time you go back into a coma. This time it's permanent. Kenmin: Look, you have nothing to fear from me. But Li Chen? He's a different matter. He's one sick fuck. (Hill Narrating) Hill: You dream Your deep into REM sleep, and someone walks in. Someone who's dead. Someone you love. A father, a mother, a friend. And you're happy to see that person alive and well. Happy to have a conversation, to say the things you never got a chance to say. But then you wake up, and the person you loved is still dead. And you get to mourn all over again. (Hole) Shillinger: It's about fucking time. (Unit B) Schillinger: What happened to the pool table? Robson: Hey. It's in (Dry dock?) for repairs. Schillinger: Spread the word. I want a meeting of the entire brotherhood. We got some unfinished business with Chucky Pancamo. (Infirmary) Pancamo: Hey Petey. What's shaking man? Schibetta: Schillinger's out of Ad Seg. So when they letting you out of here? Pancamo: I don't know. Dr. Nathan won't say. Thing's cool with Morales? Schibetta: Yeah, yeah. Drugs are running same as always. Pancamo: The kitchen? Schibetta: Good. It's under control. Pancamo: Hey Petey. Don't get used to running things. I'm still fucking breathing. Schibetta: Yeah I know. I know. But we got to waste Schillinger for what he did to you, you know. Pancamo: We'll take care of that Nazi fuck when I'm back in circulation. Capiche?(sp?) Schibetta: Yup. Capiche. (Em City) Poet: I got news. Schillinger's out of the hole. Redding: Good. Now we can sit back and watch the Nazis wipe out the Sicilians. Poet: Yeah, but that ain't going to do nothing about them spics. They as strong as ever, and you know Morales is going to keep his pact with Pancamo. Redding: Unless Morales sees this as an opportunity to move 3 squares forward. Change partners. I want you to tell Enrique I want to site down. (Classroom) Redding: The older I get the more I realize that my appetites are merely habits. I don't crave power anymore. I just want it because I always had it. When I first arrived here at Emerald City you made me a very generous offer to share the drug trade, but I ain't used to partners so I said no. Ever since then we been rattling sabers at each other with neither one of us gaining much ground. Morales: I'm beginning to think you don't know how to die. (McManus's office) Murphy: Aw, Christ. What's this now? I'm going to shut them down. McManus: No. No, wait. Signal your men to get ready but let's wait. (Classroom) Guerra: I'm missing the point here. Redding: Months ago we agreed to a truce. The only thing is neither one of us meant the oaths we swore. I say we make the lie a reality. I say we work together. (McManus's office) McManus: Well, I'll be fucked. Murphy: All it means Tim is now they're one big happy tit factory. McManus: Not when Pancamo finds out. (Em City) Schibetta: Fuck. Zanghi: We got to talk to Chucky. Schibetta: Fuck Chucky. I can handle this. Zanghi: Petey... Schibetta: My father ran operations here. I ran operations here. Zanghi: Abebisi took you down man. Schibetta: That was Pancamos fault. Ok? That motherfucker was supposed to be watching my back and he did fucking shit. Zanghi: So what the fuck are we going to do? Schibetta: We're going to show these assholes that the Sicilians are still in charge. We're going to massacre the fucking Nazis. Where's Said? Zanghi: Why? Schibetta: Because I want reinforcements. (Library) Schibetta: I need a brief conversation with Minister Said. Excuse me. May I sit? I'll come right to the point. Said: Please do. Schibetta: Me and you, we have mutual interests, common enemies. Schillinger. I want him dented, you want him dented and I'm hoping we can work something out. Said: You were raped by Adabisi. Schibetta: Yeah. Well. I'm asking uh- Said: I'm answering. You look like you may have resolved the rape in your own head. Doesn't change the facts. Here in Oz you will always be known as one of Adabisi's bitches. No matter what, you can not change that. Schibetta: Yeah. I can. Said: Good luck. Schibetta: Thank you. Zanghi: Peter. Schibetta: What? Zanghi: He's fucking right you know. And we, well, your our Pizane. But we decided we're not going after the Aryans unless Pancamo gives the word. Schibetta: Fuck all of yous. (Repair Room) Inmate: Hey. What can I do for you? Schillinger: Came to pick up the pool table. Robson: Yeah, is it fixed yet? Inmate: Yeah. The ball return was a little hinkey, but I unhinkied it. Schibetta: Hey. You have the (toaster done)? Inmate: Hold your Calvins, Bochi boy. I'm in the middle of something. Schibetta: Yeah well, I got lunch coming so these jokers can wait. Schillinger: We don't wait for Wops. Schibetta: Someone's going to teach you manners Vernon. Schillinger: Yeah well, It ain't going to be you prag. (Schibetta takes out a shank and tries to stab Schillinger) Robson: Oh hey! Look out! Schibetta: Fuck off! Let me up! Schillinger: You know... Schibetta: Let me up! Schillinger: I always wondered, was Adebisi's dick bigger then mine? Schibetta: No! Fuck you! fuck! No! Schillinger: You be the judge. Schibetta: No! (Infirmary) Dr. Nathan: I managed to stop the bleeding, but he's still in pretty bad shape. Sister Pete: Take him to the psych ward. (Unit B) Schillinger: Oh yeah. Pool tables working good now. (Wardens office) Penders: Have you been working for the Warden for a long time? Mills: Not that long. But long enough. Penders: I'm the one that saved Glynn's life you know. Uh-huh. Because when Clayton Hughes was going to stab him I grabbed Hughes and I pulled him off. Mills: Oh. Penders: You're very pretty. Mills: Thank you. Penders: I been in solitary for almost a year, and you're the first real woman I've seen since I got out. Mills: Real woman? Penders: Well there's....you know, there's the uh...the female Hacks. Glynn: Penders. Come in. Penders: Okay. Good bye. Glynn: Now. Close the door. What can I do for you? Penders: Well I'm out of solitary and I want to stay out. So I think the best thing for me to do is to avoid any...umm...altercations. Which means as little face time with the other prisoners as possible. So I want to know if, instead of working in the shop, if you can get me a job here. Glynn: In my office? Penders: Yes. Glynn: No. Penders: Warden don't you- Glynn: Don't say I owe you. I have a very negative reaction to that. Your presence here would only remind me on a day to day basis of what happened to Clayton Hughes. So the answer is no. In fact, if you see me coming, Hide. Because the best thing for me is to stick you back in solitary. Stay out of my sight. Alright? Officer. Penders: Warden, that's not right. That's not right. Glynn: Bye. Penders: That's not right. (Hill Narrating) Hill: Wet dreams are the best. You start having them at like 12 years old. Every other night you're making love to the most beautiful women in the world. Pam Greer, Barbara Benton, even the lovely little Jodie Jenson in fifth grade homeroom. Then you grow up and the wet dreams happen less frequently, but now you're getting the real thing so who cares? Until one day you realize the woman that you're with, maybe even married to, don't look like Barbie Benton, ain't fucking like Pam Greer, and will never love you as purely as little Jodie Jenson. Wet dreams. A boy don't know how good he's got it. (Em City. Devlin is on TV) Devlin: This new law brings the death penalty back to our State, and limits the dead mans choices to either Lethal Injection or the electric chair. And I'm confident that this version will sustain all judicial review. And once again, out message to miscreants is stop murdering our families. Stop the violence. Rebadow: Tobias, would you like to sit here? Beecher: No. Why? Rebadow: You could hurt your neck straining like that. Beecher: It's just...Keller's coming back from Cedar Junction today. Busmalis: We know. Beecher: I haven't seen him in months. I'm a little anxious. How do I look? Rebadow: Anxious. Beecher: I was hoping you were going to say fuckable. Busmalis: Misdeal. Keller: Warden. I'm touched you came down to welcome me home. Where's the red carpet and the marching band? Glynn: Cut the jokes Keller. Keller: Yes sir. You know, I want you to know this time around I intend to be a model Prisoner. I'm going to be the best behaved man in Emerald City. Glynn: That'll be fine. Except you're not going to Emerald City, Keller: No? Where? B? Glynn: For the time being you'll be in protective custody. Keller: Protective Custody. Why? Glynn: You'll see. After he changes clothes take him to interview room B. (Interview Room) Keller: Well, well, well. Agent Taylor. What a surprise. Agent Taylor: Sit. Keller: I been riding hump all day. I prefer to stand. Agent Taylor: Suit yourself. The State of Massachusetts let you out of prison because Gitano Sensetta says you didn't hire him to kill Hank Schillinger. He says Chucky Pancamo hired him. Keller: That's old news, Spanky. Agent Taylor: True. One question though. Why would you confess to hiring Sensetta when you didn't? Why would you cover for Pancamo? Keller: I owed him. Agent Taylor: You're lying. Keller: Prove it. Agent Taylor: I do have one piece of new news for you though. The Bryce Tibbits murder case. A witness has come forward. Imagine that. After all this time a citizen decides to step up and do the right thing. This citizen picked your picture out of a mug file. Tomorrow you and I are going to drive into town and see weather he or she can pick you out of a lineup. In the mean time we're keeping you isolated. But don't get too comfortable though. Your real home's going to be on death row. Officer. Put this caviar on ice. (Visitor Room) McClain: Hey. Beecher: Hey. How'd your meeting go with Freddie Rudolph? McClain: Good. I'm feeling very positive about his parole. Beecher: That's good. McClain: Well, I said that before didn't I? Beecher: Will you stop beating yourself up Katherine? You did the best you could for me. I have to go. Come here. Give Daddy a kiss. I love you. Will you give daddy a kiss? McClain: Yes. Beecher: You smell good. I'll see you next Saturday okay Dumpling? McClain: Bye. (Protective Custody) Keller: So officer Howell. You and me are going to be spending an awful lot of time together huh? Howell: Think you can handle that tough guy? Keller: Well I know if I can't you'll make me. Sister Pete. Sister Pete: Hello Chris. May we speak privately? Howell: Knock yourself out sister. Sister Pete: How are you? Keller: Off Balance. Yesterday I was serving life on a murder for hire. And all of the sudden they tell me 'Oh you're not guilty for that. You're going back to Oz'. I'm on the bus, I'm looking forward to coming back here, and the FBI tells me that they got a witness against me for an old murder rap. I'm facing the death penalty. Sister Pete: What you need is a good lawyer. Keller: Yeah, you know of any? Sister Pete: I'll find somebody. If you need anything else give me a holler. Keller: Sister Pete? I want to spend some time with Beecher. Sister Pete: I'll see what I can do. (Sister Pete's office) Beecher: The death Penalty? Christ. Sister Pete: I'm hoping Katherine McClain will recommend someone from her office. Beecher: Katherine. Yeah that's a good idea. Sister Pete: I'll ask the warden about all the specifics. Beecher: While you'r ethere will you...um...ask him...I'd like some time with Keller. Sister Pete: I'll see what I can do. (Wardens Office) Glynn: The answer is no. Sister Pete: May I ask why? Glynn: You can ask, but you won't like the reason. Sister Pete: Try me. Glynn: Chris Keller tortured, sexually abused, and murdered three men. Why should I try to make him happy? Sister Pete: And Beecher? Glynn: Beecher is once again the victim of someone else's excesses. Sister Pete: Oh come on Leo. Glynn: This discussion is over. Sister Pete: Leo! Glynn: This discussion is over! (Hill Narrating) Hill: You know when you're driving in your car, or maybe taking a shower, and suddenly you remember some great dream you had and that dream made you feel so good or bad or whatever, you can't help but try to recapture every detail. The next thing you know, you missed your exit ramp or the hot water's gone cold. Well in Oz, if you take a shower and you space off, even for a second, some cock sucker is sure to shank you in the back. Day dreams can be deadly. (Gym) Said: What do you want? Robson: What do you want? Said: Not a thing. Robson: Not a thing. Said: Robson. Get out of my way. Robson: Robson. Get out of my way. Arif: Imam. Come with us. Said: Say another word Robson. Say one more word I'll snap your cracker neck right here right now. Mineo: Hey. Move your sorry ass onward. Robson: Yes Sir, boss. Arif: Imam, you have to control the anger in your heart. Remember the words of Allah. Said: What words would those be Arif? What advise would Allah have for me? Lalar: Look, I don't mean to speak beyond my position, but he has got serious-- Arif: I know what you're thinking Ahmad. But minister Said is a great man. He's having troubles right now, that is why we must not abandon him. Lalar: No. No not abandon. Of course not, he's out brother. But is he the one to lead us? Look I feel that he- Arif: Enough. Help me pick up these beads. (Interaction) Sister Pete: Did you ever use drugs? Schillinger: No Maam. Not so much as a marijuana cigarette has ever touched my lips. Said: I have. Heroin. Crack Cocaine. Beecher: Kareem... Said: What? You thought my journey to Allah was easy? Beecher: No. It's that when I was using you never said- Said: That is a period of my life of which I am not very proud of. Schillinger: Unlike now? (Em City) Said: Follow me. White: Yo, man what's up? Ms. Sally's on the TV man. Said: I said come. What were you doing with Poet? White: Poet? What? Nothing. Said: He wasn't trying to sell you drugs? White: Come on. The only titties we were talking about was Ms. Sally's man. Said: You are not to talk to him. White: Why? What's up with that? We just snapping. That's my boy we- Said: What'd I just say? Now remember, one word from me to McManus and you go straight to solitary. Now go. Straighten up your cell. White: Say what? Said: Hey. Now you better obey me. (Classroom) Poet: Whoa dude. You look like you need some bounce bro. A shit load of tits came in today. White: Step off Poet. You know I can't be doing drugs and shit. Look, Said's watching me 24/7 man. Glynn has me tested once a week and shit. Poet: What? Yo, last year Glynn was having me tested man. I got the way around that. You know Billy Planner? White: Uh-huh. Poet: He works bedpan. He pissed for me and switched the cups out. You can pay right? Well he pissed for me, he piss for you. Yeah I got you dog. Said: Omar. White: Oh fuck. Said: Omar. Poet: Oh, man. Said: Open your hand. White: I was just- Said: Be quiet. Open your hand. Give it to me. You forget Omar White exists. I'm not going to warn you again Poet. Poet: Fuck this shit man. White: Yo yo yo. Hold it man. My cap man. Fuck, he got my money. I should be working and shit you know man. (Hallway) McManus: Omar didn't actually take a hit? Said: No. McManus: Well good Said: But he will. He'll find another dealer and by days end he'll be high. McManus: Well, yeah. Alright, let me know if he uses. Said: McManus: That's all you have to say? McManus: Well, what do you want me to say? Said: Wait a minute. You asked me to help White. You asked me to save him McManus: Yeah. Said: In the process you convinced me that if I can turn him around I might find a way past my own troubles. McManus: Uh-huh. Said: I bought it McManus. I bought it hook, line, and sinker. I'm still buying. Now I need this to succeed. For my own soul. McManus: I know. Said: So why you refusing to help me? McManus: I'm not refusing anything. I got nothing to offer. Said, this is ll on you. Omar White is the million dollar question. There's an answer, but I'm never going to come up with it. I believe you can. I'm basically a spectator now, but I think your instincts can find the key. If not, we're all fucked. (Showers) Said: Omar. When you finish up come see me. White: Yo look, you making my motherfucking head hurt alright? I don't feel like hearing no goddamn drug speech now. Shit. Said: We're not going to talk about drugs. White: Then what? Said: I don't know. Anything. Just a conversation. White: Look, I don't want to have no damn conversation. Alright? Shit. Said: We going to have a conversations anyway. You understand me? Now, what is your favorite color? Answer. White: White. Said: White. Why is that? Because of your name right? White: Uh-uh. It's clean and shit. Said: Fine. One more. What was the last thing that you were really passionate about? White: You know, tell you the truth man, I mean I don't think I ever gave a shit about shit. Said: Oh, come on man. There must have been something. White: Uh-uh. Said: Come on. Something you wanted to do. Something you wanted to be. Come on Omar, give me something. give me something. White: Cowboys. That's right. Motherfucking black cowboys jack. When I was a kid, you know, I saw um...I saw this movie from the olden days and shit, with uh...Herb Jeffries. The... 'The Bronze Buckaroo' and shit. Said: Black B westerns. Black movies. All black cowboys made for black audiences in the late 30s. So guns and horses huh? White: Yo man, (something). That motherfucker Herb Jeffries, he could sing. (McManus's office) McManus: So this is excellent. White: So what's excellent? McManus: Well, you've identified an interest and that's an important step forward. See finding the right activity, a constructive way of spending your time, could make all the difference. You know what? I'm going to set up a meeting with Susanne Fitzgerald. Said: O'Reily's mother? McManus: That's right. She's doing community service work here. White: Why am I meeting who? McManus: She teaches singing. White: Yo that all sounds great and shit except for one thing. I can't sing. McManus: 'Can't' never did anything Omar. White: What does that mean? (Wardens Office) McManus: I don't understand. You're pissed because we've started a music program? O'Connor: No. No, I'm pissed because I'm just hearing about it. I'm the State Liaison for Chris's sake. McManus: Oh and you have to report everything back to your pal the Governor. O'Connor: Leo, there's no money in the budget for a music program. How do you expect to pay the freight? Glynn: Well, Susanne Fitzgerald is donating her time. The other costs are minimal. I'll do what I always do. Take a little from here, a little from there. McManus: The arts are an important part of life. O'Connor: Oh really? I couldn't get you anywhere near a theatre or an art gallery when we were married. Especially if there was football on TV. McManus: Ellie, I really think this program can help some of these guys. O'Connor: Tim, you're setting yourself up for another fall. You always bet everything on the impossible. McManus: That's not true. O'Connor: Yeah? Look at us. Get an estimate of the costs. I'll see if I can wrangle some cash from Devlin. Glynn: You were very smart in marrying her. McManus: Uh-huh. Glynn: She was very smart in divorcing you. (Stage) White: So I ain't got to sing? Fitzgerald: No, you don't have to sing. White: I don't? Fitzgerald: But I do encourage you to try at least once before we give up. White: No. My voice, it ain't no good. You know, I mean it's too deep you know? Like Barry White. It's bad. Fitzgerald: You know what? I think you might be more of a tenor. So let's try this. You try. White: You know, you sure are a fine looking woman. Fitzgerald: Okay. Well um, New Idea. Let's uh, let's try starting with a song okay? I bet you know this one. 'Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong. They are weak but he is strong.' White: I know that...That's um, that's um, that's Jesus loves me. Fitzgerald: 'Yes, Jesus loves me, Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me, The Bible tells me so.' White: See? Now you, you is a singer. Fitzgerald: It's your turn. White: I heard um, I heard you was O'Reily's moms. Fitzgerald: That's true. White: Growing up, you made him sing too? Fitzgerald: No. White: Why not? Fitzgerald: It's a long story. White: Oh. Well so is mine. Fitzgerald: Omar, You know, I'm not asking for the world- White: I mean, I try to be graceful up in here right? (Something) You said I didn't have to sing right? Fitzgerald: I said I wanted you to try. Now sit back down please. White: Mother fucking liars. Everybody's always fucking lying man! Fitzgerald: Officer Brass! White: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't...I didn't... forgive me I didn't mean to get angry. Brass: Susanne? Are you alright? Fitzgerald: Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Shh shh shh It's okay. Brass: Get off the floor you fucking mutt! Fitzgerald: Stand up. Let's try again. Come on, sit down. You want to try this? (Hill Narrating) Hill: I heard once that every person in your dream is actually you. That even if your dreaming about you and some motherfucker you can't stand your actually dreaming about you, and the motherfucker part of yourself you can't stand. (Em City) Redding: Your mother got all riled up about civil rights. Thing's weren't as bad as they were in the south, but she dragged your daddy on down to DC to hear Dr. King. To join the march. Hill: And you didn't go? Redding: No. I stayed in town waiting on something better to come along. Your parents were part of the most important event of the 20th century and here I am 2 days into a 5 day drunk. Hill: I miss Mama so fucking much. Redding: I know, I know. (Group) Guerra: I got a postcard from my honey. She's in Maui. Ryan O'Reily: Oh yeah man. I (Something). That was awesome. You know you can actually climb down into a volcano there? And the women, they got great, great...They got great inner beauty man. Guerra: You been to Maui? Ryan O'Reily: No. I just read it in National Pornographic. You know, lots of color photos and shit. Sister Pete: Does it bother you that your girlfriend is in Hawaii Chico? Guerra: No. I know that Consuala still loves me, and I want her to be having a good time and all, but that postcard, it really ripped my heart out you know? Places I'll never see. Hill: There are worse things then your woman going on vacation. Guerra: Yeah. like what? Hill: She could leave you. She could send you a letter one day and say, you know the time has come for her to move on with her life. I'm saying, I thought the worst thing that could happen to me was losing my legs. Losing my freedom. But Annabella, that's like losing my manhood. Another big chunk of who I am. (Flashback to Annabella walking out of Oz) (Cloutier's room) Dr. Nathan: I wish I could understand you. (Unit B) Kirk: Jaz Hoyt's sitting in the hole because of the Reverend Cloutier. You work the mail room don't you Gunner? Gunner: Yeah. Kirk: Make sure today that you're the one pushing around the mail cart. And make sure you do deliveries to the hospital ward. And when you get there, waste Cloutier. Gunner: How? Kirk: I'm told a lot of burn victims suffocate. (Infirmary) Gunner: There you go dego. Pancamo: Fuck you punk. (Cloutier's room. Gunner puts a pillow over Cloutier's face) (Infirmary) Dr. Nathan: What's this doing here? Pancamo: I guess Cloutier's got mail. (Cloutier's room) Dr. Nathan: Officer! Officer! Officer! Hack: Get the fuck off him! Dr. Nathan: Okay. Okay. Okay, breathe. (Cafeteria) Kirk: Where's Gunner. Sands: In solitary. Kirk: And Cloutier? Sands: Alive. Kirk: Shit. Sands: Jaz. Kirk: What, what, what, what, what? Hoyt: Hey. I saw him. Kirk: Saw who? Hoyt: Cloutier. In the hole. Like all of the sudden he appears, looking healthy. Kirk: You were dreaming. Hoyt: I saw him. Kirk: That's crazy. Hoyt: I saw him just like Jim Burns saw him. Kirk: Jim Burns is dead. You killed him. Hoty: We killed him. Kirk: Okay look. Relax alright? Hoyt: Fuck you, relax. (Hoyt Pod. Night) Lopresti: Put the cigarette out. Hoyt: Okay, okay. Cloutier: Smoking's bad for you Jazz. Hoyt: Yeah I know. Oh shit. Help! Lorpresti! Lop- Cloutier: They can not hear you. I'm in your mind. I'll all the guilt stacked up inside your soul your whole life. Ever since you killed your first cat. And I'm not going anywhere. Unless... Hoyt: Unless what? Cloutier: You do something for me. Hoyt: Anything. Cloutier: Kill Timmy Kirk. Hoyt: But- Cloutier: Kill Timmy Kirk Jazz. Or I'll be visiting you every night for the rest of your life. Lapresti: Hey. Put that cigarette out. (Cafeteria) Mukada: Dr. Nathan says that the Reverend Cloutier's recovery is remarkable. He should be talking in weeks. Kirk: Good news. Mukada: Don't (Hondel?) me Kirk. You were the one that arranged to have that biker try and kill Cloutier. Kirk: How'd you like a blow job? Hoyt: Kirk. Kirk: What the fuck's wrong with you? What are you- Hey! Mukada: Hoyt! Officer! (Hoyt Kneels over Timmy Kirk, then stabs him in the stomach with a crucifix. Hoyt is dragged away by Hacks) Kirk: Oh, Jesus. (Cloutiers room.. Cloutier sits up.) (Infirmary) Kirk: Ahh! Bless me father for I have sinned. Ahh! (Interview Room) Hoyt: I confess to the murder of Jim Burns. I confess to the murder of Ralph Galino. I confess to the murder of Brian Lawler. I confess to the murder of Adam Triconi. I confess to the murder of David Horton. (Infirmary) Mukada: Gloria, Hoyt's claming that Cloutier ordered him to kill Timmy Kirk. Dr. Natha: That's insane. Cloutier can barely move and can't even speak yet. Mukada: I don't know. Hoyt really seems to believe that Cloutier appeared to him last night. Dr. Nathan: Do you think Hoyt's going for the insanity defense to keep him off death row? Mukada: Maybe. (Cloutier's room. Cloutiers bed is empty) Mukada: Gloria. Dr. Nathan: Yeah? Mukada: Where is he? Dr. Nathan: I- Did you move Cloutier? Nurse: No. He was here a few minutes ago. Dr. Nathan: Well now he's gone. (Cafeteria) Mukada: But on entering the tomb they saw a young man sitting at the right side, cloaked in a white robe. And they were amazed. He said to them, 'Do not be terrified. You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth who was crucified. He has Risen.' (Hill Narrating) Hill: Everybody's got their own brand of miserable shit to deal with in life. But if you keep your eye on your dream you'll pull through. In Oz the opposite is true. The way to get through the shit is by having no dreams at all. In fact, one of the biggest cancellations for a man doing time is knowing 90% of people on the outside world don't realize their dreams. So you see, we're not missing anything are we?