Even The Score Written By: Tom Fontana & Sean Whitesell & Sunil Nayar Directed By: J. Miller Tobin [The Box] Hill: Ah! Competition brings out the best in people. That's what they say. When a game is on the line a true sportsman wants the outcome to rest on his shoulders, the logic being, you make the winning play, you walk away a hero. Of course, if you fuck up, you're the goat. Problem with competition here in Oz is-- we mostly got goats. [Em City- Quad] Gordon Elliot : Please welcome a new contestant, Joanie Kennedy. And you are gonna be helped by a man who's done just about everything-- Bill Boggs. How are you, Bill? Boggs: : Good to see ya, Gordon. Elliot: Okay, let's play the game. And the category is sports. The question is this: In basketball, Joanie, what does it mean when a referee makes this motion? Boggs: He wants to do the hustle? Kennedy: Sorry, I don't follow basketball, I'm more into... Guerra: How you feeling there, Omar? White: I'm feelin' pretty good. Guerra: Really? I still feel all kinds of aches and pains from when you stabbed me. White: Yeah, you know, I'm sorry about that. Guerra: Oh... you're sorry? White: Yeah. I'm sorry you didn't die. Guerra: Bullshit, man. Motherfucker! Hill: Prisoner number 9-6-G-5-2-2. Carmen Guerra. [The Box] Hill: A.K.A. "Chico". Convicted June 4th, 1996. Murder in the first degree. Sentence: 53 years. Up for parole in 17. [Em City- stairs to McManus's office] Guerra: Yo, McManus, I gotta talk to you, man. McManus: Later. Guerra: It's about your pet project, Omar White. McManus: What about him? Guerra: He's still a tit man. McManus: And you feel compelled to tell me this out of some need to save his soul? Guerra: He shanked you and he shanked me and it's only a matter of time before he shanks someone else. Shake him down, you'll find drugs. [Em City- Quad] Murphy: Shakedown! Mineo: Lookee, lookee. Guard: Double play. White: Yellow rat motherfucker! Bastard! Murphy: Put Mr. Guerra in the cage, take Mr. White upstairs. White: Fuckin' yellow rat bastard! Pussy! [McManus's Office] McManus: We had an agreement. No drugs. White: I know. McManus: So tell me why I shouldn't Fed-Ex your ass back to solitary. White: There is no reason. Listen, when it comes-- comes to tits I'm just a shaky man. I mean, God knows I tried. I tried. But the temptation, it just grows and grows 'til I can't help it. I just gotta shove that shit where it don't belong. McManus: You really think I'm a bubblehead, don't you? White: Sir...? McManus: Well, you make that sorrowful face, you say what you think I wanna hear, you're full of shit, Omar! McManus: And you can try my patience only so far. Now, Sister Pete says you've been inconsistent about going to rehab, Omar. There is a session at 1 o'clock today. Fuckin' be there. Mineo: Let's go. [Cafeteria-- Rehabilitation Discussion Group.] Vahue: The key, the key is to fill the time you would use doin' drugs with something else. Poet: Like bustin' McManus's ass in basketball. Beecher: Yeah, well, activities are good but, I mean, that doesn't change one basic fact, you know. You're not gonna quit unless you wanna quit. You know, you have to hit rock bottom before you can crawl out. White: Why you lookin' at me when you say that? Beecher: Well, I wasn't saying it to you, I was saying it to the group. White: What, you-- you think you're better than me 'cause you quit and I can't? Sister Pete: Omar. White: You ain't better than me, fuckin' punk-ass white boy. Instead of smoking you been sucking cock. Sister Pete: That's enough, Omar! White: You wanna suck this, motherfucker?! Hill: Beecher! Beecher! [Infirmary-- Recovery] Vahue: What you gonna do, come over and scratch me again? O'Reily: Gotcha, gotcha Chapman, you piece of shit. [Infirmary-- Office] Sister Pete: As a rule, I don't give up on people, but this guy Omar, may he be the exception. McManus: White! White: I know. I fucked up again. McManus: Mmm-hmm. Omar: All the bullshit aside, I want-- I want to own my own mind. McManus: Look, I don't know why I think I can help you, but I'm not giving up on you, Omar. You understand? I'm not giving up. White: Thank you. [Flashback: Kathy Rockwell's mother meeting Beecher in Season 1] Rockwell: You fucking bastard! I hope you die in here, you motherfucking bastard! I hope you rot in hell! You killed my baby! [Sister Pete's Office] McClain: The parole board has set the hearing for next Wednesday. If it all goes according to Hoyle, Tobias, you could be out of Oz by the end of the month. Beecher: Have Kathy Rockwell's parents been made aware of the hearing? McClain: Probably not. In most cases it's the responsibility of the victim or the victim's family to stay informed. Beecher: Well, I want you to tell them. McClain: That's not advisable. If they ask to testify, Kathy's parents could sway the board away from paroling you. Beecher: Until my son was killed, I never fully understood what I've done to those two people. I can't go back into the world knowing that I snuck out. The Rockwells are as much a part of my prison term as anyone. They have a right to be heard. Sister Pete: Okay, I'll phone them. But first, before the parole hearing, I'm going to ask them to have an interaction with you. Beecher: Katherine, I hope you understand why I'm doing this. McClain: As a lawyer, I think you're insane. As a mother, I think you got balls for days. [Sister Pete's Interaction Room] Beecher: Last time we saw each other, Mrs. Rockwell, I didn't say much. Mrs. Rockwell: You didn't say anything. Beecher: Yeah well that's because I was on drugs. I was confused, full of self-loathing. Mr. Rockwell: And now you've forgiven yourself. Beecher: No. What I did to your daughter will shadow me forever. Just as being in Oz will. What's happened to me in here-- well, whether I've suffered enough to satisfy you, I don't know. Mr. Rockwell: When you were sentenced to 15 years, I was stunned. 15 lousy years doesn't equal the lifetime my daughter lost. You say you've suffered and I say I'm glad. Beecher: When the lawyer came to talk about my being parolled, she said that because of extenuating circumstances, the board might look kindly on me. Sister Pete: Why don't you explain the circumstances? Beecher: Since I've been inside, my son was murdered and my wife may have been. Both as a result of things I did in here. It's ironic that I came to Oz walking across the grave of your daughter and I may leave walking across the graves of my own family. If they had lived, I wouldn't have a chance of going free. Mrs. Rockwell: When I saw you 4 years ago, the pain of Kathy's death was still so new. David and I grieved and grieved and grieved. We still do. But the sorrow is balanced with joy. We have another child, Richard, and he's growing up to be remarkable. We've come to believe that ever though we don't understand why Kathy's gone, we accept her death as part of some wise plan. I don't know if you've suffered enough, that's not for me to decide. Only God can. We will not interfere with your parole. [The Box] Hill: Vince Lombardi once said that "Winning isn't everything-- it's the only thing." But the one thing Lombardi held in higher regard than winning was character. The fact that without character, there'd be no victory. Now, don't get me wrong, some of his players would miss curfew, cat around, get jiggy. But they always knew where to draw the line. That's right. A good man knows where to draw the line. [Solitary] Hughes: Robson, you are one ugly motherfucker. Robson: I don't see you modelling in Milan, you black bitch. Alvarez: Hey, shut the fuck up, I'm trying to masturbate. Hughes: Fuck you, Alvarez. Off. Smith: Quiet! Warden is on deck. Inmates: Yo, yo, Glynn! I need an appointment. Alvarez: Hey, Glynn, you get me excited. Why don't you hold my dick? [Hughes' cell] Hughes: We need to talk alone. Glynn: Did you frisk him? Smith: Yes sir. Glynn: Okay. Hughes: You actually think I'd shank you? Glynn: I have no idea what you're capable of anymore. Hughes: I'm stunned. I mean, here you are, a man feared by all the prisoners in Oz, afraid of me? Wow. Glynn: What do you want? Hughes: I've decided to confess to the murder of John Basil and I intend to ask for the death penalty. Glynn: So that you can die a martyr. Hughes: I've written a manifesto I want published the day I'm executed. Glynn: Where'd you get the paper? Officer Smith! Under no circumstances is this prisoner to be allowed paper. Hughes: Leo! Glynn: You wanna destroy yourself? Fine. But I'm not gonna make it easy for you. Hughes: Goddamn motherfucker! Oh don't go away, Uncle Tom! Don't go away! Don't leave me like this, baby! Don't leave me like this, don't leave me like this, baby! Robson: Carl Jenkins is dead. You got no case against me. I want out of here, Glynn. I want out of here. Glynn, I want out! I want a fucking lawyer! Get me fucking Said, that's the lawyer I need! You motherfucker, get me out of here! [Hallway] Glynn: I don't want to release Robson from solitary anymore than you do, but I got no choice. Carl Jenkins committed suicide and that defense attorney could shoot holes through his testimony. And without his testimony, we got no case against Robson. Said: So you're gonna put him back into Gen. Pop. even though he masterminded the death of Salah Udin and he has vowed to kill me too. Glynn: I'm afraid so. Since we can't prove Robson's guilt, keeping him in solitary would be unjust. Said: Now why is it that justice only works in somebody else's favour? [Library] Said: Arif, help me. I have such rage inside of me. Rage unlike I've ever known. Arif: You've always been able to control such emotions. Said: I don't think I can do that much longer. I feel like I'm possessed. Arif: Pray to Allah. Said: Pray? I pray. And I pray... and nothing. Robson: Yo. Sorry about what happened to Leroy Tidd. Or, Ooga Booga, or whatever the fuck you call him. Said: You wanna see a nigger enraged?! You wanna see a nigger enraged?! [The Hole] [Infirmary] Robson: Fuckin' spade motherfucker. Fuckin' cock motherfucker. Fuckin' Nigger! [Classroom] Arif: The Aryans must be punished. We will no longer tolerate their actions. From this moment on we are all on point. Nobody will... [Unit B] Schillinger: Said's nigger ass is in the Hole. Looks like Arif's in charge. These fuckers are more pissed off than ever. I want you guys to watch each other's back. Carry weapons whenever you can. This shit's gonna go down real soon. [Mukada's Office] Schillinger: What the fuck is this all about? Cloutier: Father Mukada loaned me his office. The warden wants me to speak with you. He fears that there will be an escalation of hostility between your people and the Muslims. Sit down, please. Schillinger: The hacks have good reason to fear, preacher. So do you. Cloutier: You feel that I have wronged you by getting Carl Jenkins to testify against Robson but I assure you what I did, I did in the name of justice. Schillinger: No, what you did, you did 'cause Robson got pissed when you tried to turn me into a psalm singer. Cloutier: Oh, I never imagined that you would convert. I simply wanted you to know a little joy in your life. The birth of your grandchild. Schillinger: Yeah, if she is my grandchild. You ever talk to that woman in your congregation? Cloutier: Sarah. Yes. She and Carrie have had numerous conversations and at no time did Carrie say anything about having been a prostitute. Schillinger: Sara asked her, directly? Cloutier: No. Schillinger: Then you've proved nothing either way. Cloutier: When are you going to see this girl again? Schillinger: In an hour. Cloutier: Unless the warden puts the entire prison in lockdown. If I could assure him that, at least for the time being, there will be no immediate trouble maybe Warden Glynn would reconsider. Schillinger: You got yourself a deal. [Visiting Room] Carrie Schillinger: Hi, Mr. Schillinger. Ooh, what happened to your face? Schillinger: Uh, nothing. It's fine. Carrie Schillinger: Here we are, all nice and dry. Hey, hey you wanna play with grandpa, huh? Schillinger: Uh, that's okay. Carrie Schillinger: Is something wrong? Schillinger: I'm gonna ask you some serious questions and I want you to talk true. Carrie Schillinger: Okay. Schillinger: Put the baby down. Carrie Schillinger: It's okay. It's okay, Jewel. It's all right. Schillinger: It's come to my attention that you worked the streets, hooking. I can see it's true. Carrie Schillinger: Hank said we needed-- Schillinger: All right, I don't want to hear that part. What's important is: whose child is that? She's not Hank's, is she? You knew that the day you showed up here! Carrie Schillinger: Mr. Schillinger, I swear. When the doctor told me I was pregnant, I counted backwards trying to figure out who the father was. On the day the baby was conceived, I had sex with 3 different men, okay? Two out of town businessmen and Hank. So the truth is, I don't know which one was the father. I'm not sure. Except, stare at her face. Don't she look like Hank? Don't she? [The Hole] McManus: Okay, Cloutiers's gotten Schillinger to agree not to retaliate, so he's gonna keep his boy Robson in check. I need your assurance the Muslims will cooperate. Said: No. McManus: No. No what? You won't cooperate? Said: No, I can't assure you of anything, McManus, least of all the good behaviour of my people. Or myself. 'Cause, you see, what's been going on has been going on and will go on 'til long after you, me and Schillinger are all dead. McManus: My only concern is right now. Said: Yeah, well, that's not surprising because you always did take the short view. McManus: Maybe you need another couple days in here. Said: Yeah, maybe I do! Go ahead! Get out! [The Box] Hill: If athletes started to control their tempers, to control their rage, then hockey players wouldn't do time in the penalty box, basketball players wouldn't draw technical fouls, football players wouldn't be penalized 15 yards. 'Course if athletes did control their rage, nobody would be interested in sports. The punching, choking, kicking biting screaming, that's what the fans go to see. [Gym- Basketball Court] [Locker Room] Brass: What are you doing? It's 7am, game 2's not 'til this afternoon. McManus: Yeah. I wanted to work on my shot. I'm still haunted by those fucking airballs I threw up last game. Brass: Don't beat yourself up. You know, I couldn't get much going either. McManus: What do you think of Vahue? Brass: The guy's a stone bitch. Strong, tough, talented player. McManus: That's funny. That's what I said about you. Brass: Huh? McManus: Well, maybe not in those exact words. Friend of mine's a scout with the Sacramento Kings. Told him about ya, says he wants to take a look. Brass: A look? McManus: Yeah, today. [Cafeteria] Daniels: Hey you, you get 2 dunks off the bat and I was like: "oh shit!" Poet: Here, man, seconds and a special stash Vahue: Oh, shit! Poet: Alright? Hey, yo man, this guy, Brass, man he's some fucking talent. Daniels: Fuck that. Vahue: I'm all for him to play. I'm too big for him, though. Game 2's gonna go like game 1. It'll stay close-- as long as I let it. Officer 1: You hearin' this? Officer 2: Yeah, and it's true. Vahue's a wide body, there's no way to guard him. There's no way for McManus and Brass to win. Hey, Vahue, go back and get your tray. Poet: Oh, I got that. Officer 2: No, no, no, no. He buses his own tray. Vahue: Fuck that. Oh, shit! Officer 2: Back the fuck up. Back the fuck up. Back the fuck up. Vahue: Damn! He broke my knee. [Infirmary] McManus: Well, say something. Officer 1: Vahue brought the situation on himself. We were by the book, McManus. Dr. Nathan: Alright, let me know if it's too tight. Vahue: Is it my ACL? Dr. Nathan: No, your ACL is fine, it's just your knee is badly swollen. You should stay off it for a few days. McManus: We'll push the game back a week. Vahue: Aw, cause you care about me, right? McManus: No, I just want your best game. Vahue: What, you still think you're gonna win? McManus: Yeah, like I said, the ball bounces the right way, who knows? Vahue: You telling me I ain't got any damage? Dr. Nathan: None that I can see. Vahue: Then I'm gonna see you in the gym, then. Tell your boy to bring his 'A' game, too. [Gym] Inmates: Bullshit! Bullshit! [Em City- Quad] O'Reily: Hey, Vahue. Nah, not. Pancamo: Fuckin' let us down, Vahue. Morales: Had a lot of money bet on that game, cocksucker. Vahue: Tug, let me get the chair. Daniels: Naw, man. I'm using it. Vahue: Naw, for real, dude. I need to sit down, elevate this leg, man. C'mon. Poet: Yo, I'm out, man. Daniels: I'm witcha. Vahue: Hey, yo, hold it. Dinner? How 'bout I get some more of that Gatorade? Poet: I don't know, Jackson. I don't know. Vahue: I'm dehydrated, man. I lost a lot of water today. Poet: I'll see what I can do but it's a tall order. [McManus' Office] Scout: Look, it's simple. In 3 weeks, I want you to come out to our rookie camp. Brass: Jesus. Scout: No guarantees, but I think you can make our club. McManus: Congratulations. Brass: Oh-ho-ho! Scout: I gotta go. Somebody from player personnel will contact you. And one last thing. I don't want to tell you now to play pickup games as you seem intent on doing but, use your head. Alright? Alright. Stay strong. Brass: I'll still play. McManus: I can't ask you to do that. Brass: I know how much you want to win that last game. McManus: I'll find someone else. Brass: Tim... McManus: I'll find someone. Fuck. [Em City- Laundry Room] Morales: There he goes now, the luckiest man on the planet. McManus: Lucky? Morales: Correction: formerly lucky. The word's out, McManus. That scout today came to scoop up your boy. He's on his way to the Kings. McManus: Mm-hmm. Morales: Without Brass, you're gonna look pretty fuckin' foolish. I bet you lose by 50, 60 points. McManus: Well, who says I'm without him? [Em City- Hallway] Murphy: I thought Dave Brass wasn't playing. McManus: He's not. Murphy: So what was that all about? McManus: I couldn't stomach giving Morales the satisfaction. He'll get it soon enough. [Gym] Morales: Hey, Martinez. Martinez: Hey, hey. Hola, mi mano. Morales: The warden still got you over at Unit B? Martinez: Yeah. Morales: Excellent. I need an ask. Martinez: An ask? Morales: [Unit B] [Infirmary] McManus: Where's Brass? Dr. Nathan: Ambulance just left. He needed surgery. McManus: Ah, fuck. How bad was he? Dr. Nathan: On the big-scale of things, he's gonna be just fine. McManus: But? Dr. Nathan: But, Dave's done with basketball. His Achilles' tendon wasn't just severed, a chunk of it was missing. He'll be walking funny the rest of his life. [Flashback to Brass dunking] [Cafeteria] Hill: What you want? Daniels: How does it feel? Hill: How does what feel? Daniels: Being the one who snitched to the hacks. Who kept us from greasing Morales, Pancamo and the rest. Who kept us from taking over the drug trade No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Listen. Burr Redding says you get to live 'cause you and he got history. But he ain't gonna be around forever, bro and when he die-- you die. Supreme Allah: Let the man go, son. Daniels: Oh, you want something? Supreme Allah: 'Sup, nigger? Officer: You know, as much as I'd like to watch the two of you whack each other, the smart thing to do is walk away. Daniels: Okay, later. Supreme Allah: You know it. That's all I'm saying, Augustus. You ain't got no friends except me. [Library] Daniels: The plan's working. Supreme Allah: Yeah, Morales and Pancamo think I'm their slave. Daniels: Burr Redding thinks I'm his most loyal soldier. Supreme Allah: When we're done, they'll all be dead and we'll be running things our way. I have to admit, Tug, I was kind of surprised when you tapped my shoulder. Me being the one that greased your brother and all. Daniels: When I shanked you, and you didn't die, I knew you had balls. [Em City- Redding's Pod] Galson: It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Tug Daniels is a traitor. Redding: Mmm... I always had my suspicions. Galson: What are you going to do about it? Redding: Well, I believe that every man deserves a fair trial... before he's executed. [Gym] Redding: This court is now in session. Daniels: Fuck you. Poet: Tug Daniels, you been accused of the three "dis's": Disloyal, Dishonest, Disrespectful. Redding: How do you plead? Daniels: Man, if y'all gonna take me out, just fuckin' take me out, man, stop the bullshit, alright? Poet: You been seen fraternizing with Supreme Allah. Daniels: Man, I only let that fool think I was with him, man. As soon as I killed you, him was dead meat. Poet: The prosecution rests. Redding: You got any defense? Daniels: Yeah, I got a defense. You killing me for the same crime you let Hill walk on. You getting old, Burr, you getting soft. You can't go the distance. Redding: Silence! Daniels: You know, with me in charge, you motherfuckers would be running Oz. Redding: Pay attention to what I'm fixed to tell you. It is the decision of this court that your have been found guilty. Daniels: Man, kill this old pussy, not me. Redding: Therefore, I hereby sentence you to death. Throw his ass back there, behind the cafeteria. Stick him in the garbage dumpster. Move it! [Cafeteria] O'Reily: What the fuck? Oh-ho! Shit! Hey, Officer Robinson, you-- you might want to come check this out. Off. Robinson: Central, this is 16, we got a 44 in the cafeteria. Lockdown! Lockdown! O'Reily: Tug Daniels is dead. Off. Robinson: Move it, move it. Supreme Allah: My days are numbered, bro. Me and you ain't careful, we gonna end up like Tug Daniels. [The Box] Hill: More and more these days, you pick up a newspaper and some athlete's name is in the headlines. Not on the sports page, but for getting into trouble with the law. I'm never surprised. The adrenaline it takes to be a superstar is the same as the rush you feel committing a crime. When the game's over it's hard to put a cap on that. Hard to go back to being ordinary. [Glynn's Office] Devlin: I am so sick of hearing about fucking death row. Glynn: Governor. Sister Pete: I see you've fully recovered. Devlin: And I can see how much that pleases you. All right, let's get down to business. I've had extensive talks with the Attorney General and here's how the situation lays out. According to the law, Giles is within his rights asking to be stoned to death. A fucking anti-death penalty group is suing us, they'll probably win, we'll appeal, the case will eventually land at the state Supreme Court where God knows what those buttheads will decide. Sister Pete: You appointed half of them. Devlin: Thanks for reminding me. So, instead of plowing through all that muck we've decided that it's simpler if you, Sister Peter Marie, declare Giles mentally incompetent. Sister Pete: What? Devlin: I'll commute his sentence to life and we'll ship his ass over to the Connelly institute where he can blubber 'til he dies. Meanwhile, I'll have the legislature rewrite the capital punishment limiting prisoners' options to lethal injection and electrocution. Sister Pete: I won't do it. I won't say that William Giles is insane. Devlin: Why? Sister Pete: Because he's not. Devlin: Leo, now would be a good time for you to jump in. Glynn: Peter Marie, this solution would make the problem go away. Sister Pete: The problem will go away with the death penalty goes away. Now that there's DNA every other week, every other week there's another horror story of some innocent man almost being put to death. The Governor of Illinois has put a moratorium on-- Devlin: George Ryan is an asshole and if I wanted to debate this issue, I'd go on meet the fucking press! You're not the only shrink in town, Sister. If you won't say he's crazy, I'll get someone who will. [Death Row] Sister Pete: Hello, William. Giles: Peter, Peter Marie. Sister Pete: How you doing? Giles: Moses. Dead. Lonely. Sister Pete: I'll bet. You know, it's lonely out here, too. Your life and the lives of hundreds of other men and women in the hands of lawyers and politicians. I feel so... powerless. Giles: Noisemaker. Sister Pete: Yeah, that's me. Blowing horns and banging pots and yet nothing has changed. Giles: Us. Pray. God. Sister Pete: Well, we do have that, don't we? Yes, William. Us. Pray. God. [Em City- Quad] Reporter: The State Supreme Court in a 5-4 decision declared the 4-year-old capital punishment law to be unconstitutional based on the case of an inmate at the Oswald Correctional Facility who asked to be stoned to death. The justice has declared such an execution would be cruel and unusual punishment. [Oswald Opening Gates] Devlin: My support for the death penalty is unwavering. However, the public's reaction to this incident indicates that we should take this moment to step back. We must consider not only the means by which we determine such a sentence but the ways in which we implement it. I am therefore putting together a nonpartisan committee to reexamine all aspects of the death penalty. [Solitary] Hughes: Hey, Giles, what's going on? I thought you were halfway to death. Giles: No, alive! Alive! Giles: Alive? [Quad- Guard Tower] O'Reily: Hey, Officer Murphy. I don't feel so hot. Murphy: What's the matter now? O'Reily: Throat's sore. Murphy: Geez, you know, you been getting sick a lot lately. O'Reily: Yeah, it's been the weather, it's killing me. Murphy: Uh-huh. Well, got news for you. Dr. Nathan's not in today. O'Reily: No? Murphy: How do you feel now? O'Reily: I wanna go see my brother in Protective Custody. Murphy: What a shock. [Protective Custody] Stanton: In my opinion, calling someone a deadbeat dad is unfair. I mean, I would've sent the money to my kids but I knew that bitch would spend my hard-earned cash buying clothes for herself or that cocky kike asshole she's been living with. Cyril O'Reily: Ryan! Ryan O'Reily: Hey, Cyril, how you doing there, bro? You okay? Cyril O'Reily: When-- when can I leave here? When can I come back to Emerald City? Ryan O'Reily: I don't know. Dr. Nathan promised that she'd help us out, but she's gone. So as soon as she comes back, we're gonna work on getting you out of here. God, this place sucks. I know you're lonely. Cyril O'Reily: It's not so lonely now that Henry's here. Stanton: Hi-ya. My name's Stanton, Henry Stanton. You're Ryan, right? Cyril's told me all about you. Ryan O'Reily: What'd you say? Stanton: Oh, nothing incriminating. Ryan O'Reily: Well, that's good, you know 'cause I figure, guy's in Protective Custody then, well, he must've, what? Ratted out his friends? Stanton: Nah. No, some Aryan threatened to separate me from my genitals so the warden thought a time-out might ease the tension. Ryan O'Reily: Don't be telling nobody our business, okay? Cyril O'Reily: I don't. But Henry's nice. Stanton: I like your brother. Ryan O'Reily: Hey! Henry, do you mind? I'm trying to have a private conversation over here. Stanton: Hey! Knock yourself out. [Cafeteria- Kitchen] O'Reily: Oh, Jesus. What do you want? Howell: Just because we're not fucking anymore doesn't mean we can't still be friends. O'Reily: Yeah, right. Howell: I hear they're shipping your brother off to the loony bin. O'Reily: Yeah, because of you accusing him of attacking you without provocation. Howell: I was being neighbourly. He hit me with a tray. O'Reily: Neighbourly? Right. Howell: Here's the deal. I'll tell the warden not to send Cyril away if you tell Cyril he should let me fuck him. O'Reily: What? Howell: I want to fuck your brother. O'Reily: Uh-uh. No chance. I don't want you going anywhere near my brother. Howell: Okay, but if I don't get anywhere near him, you won't get anywhere near him, either. O'Reily: You know what, Howell? You're one sick fucking bitch. [Unit J] O'Reily: Deputy Dog, arroooww! Yood: O'Reily, it's about time, I'm famished. O'Reily: Things are pretty quiet in Unit J these days, huh? Yood: Well with Basil dead, Hughes in Solitary, it's just me and her highness. O'Reily: You don't like Howell? Yood: It's like being shackled to the bride of Frankenstein. O'Reily: Hey, Alvin, old pal. How'd you like some extra vittles? I'm talking chocolate bars, Newman's Own popcorn for that microwave of yours. Yood: Sure. O'Reily: All you have to do is just, you know, make sure that Howell has a little accident. Yood: I'm no killer. O'Reily: No, no, no. I'm not saying kill. I'm talking maybe a busted leg, arm, just something to take her out of commission for a week or two. Howell: You about done, O'Reily? O'Reily: Oh yeah, I'm done. [Stairwell] Howell: Ahh! Yood: Maybe I got lucky and she's dead. Help. Help. Help! Help! Help! [Em City- O'Reily's pod] Meaney: Howell broke her pelvis. O'Reily: Oh, sweet! Meaney: And she'll be laid up for a while. O'Reily: Oh, I'm just crying invisible tears. Meaney: Heh heh. O'Reily: How's your new cellmate? Meaney: Oh, Connelly's an ass. Says I'm not true Irish. O'Reily: He tried to pull that same line of shit with me. Don't worry, he'll come around. Hey, Liam, check out a guy named Henry Stanton. He's down in Protective Custody with Cyril. Meaney: No problem. [Cafeteria- Side Room] O'Reily: Hey! What the fuck is going on here? Kirk: Keep away, O'Reily, this is none of your concern. O'Reily: I see two pussy Bible-belters wailing on a fellow Catholic. Yeah, that's my concern. Burns: Come on, motherfucker. O'Reily: I'm not going to swing on you, Burns. Not yet. I got God on my side. Cloutier: Kirk, you meet me in the library. Burns, I'll talk to you later. My apologies, sir. Connelly: I'll be holdin' to ya. [Library] Cloutier: First you had Samuel Gougon beaten, now Padraig Connelly. Both against my wishes. Kirk: I am doing the Lord's work in the best way I know how. Cloutier: When you came to me and you asked to convert, I though you meant you wanted to put those ways behind you but I can see now that I was wrong. You are no longer a member of my congregation. Kirk: What? Cloutier: I cast thee out. Kirk: You can't. Cloutier: Let me go. Kirk: Please! Cloutier: Let. Me. Go. [Em City- Upper tier] Connelly: In 1972 14 Catholics were slaughtered. Meaney: What'd they do? Connelly: They committed the hideous crime of walking down a road. My mother ran out onto the street and grabbed the neighbour's son out of the stampeded. The entire time, a British soldier was holding an L-1 A-1 to her head. He yelled on at her to get back. She didn't and he fired. O'Reily: Oh, shit. Connelly: We call that day Bloody Sunday. O'Reily: Oh, it's visiting time. I gotta go. Meaney: Who's coming? O'Reily: My mom. Connelly: You treat your mother right, Ryan? O'Reily: We been separated since I was a baby, we only just found each other but, yeah. I treat her right. [Visiting Room] Fitzgerald: I know you wonder why I left. And each time I've come to visit you I've wanted to tell you the whole story but-- O'Reily: Hey, tell me now. Fitzgerald: The 60's were a mixed up time. We were living in a cold-water flat near the University and while I did what wives did in those days, outside the streets were on fire with protest. O'Reily: The Vietnam war. Fitzgerald: Yeah. I would carry you out into the crowd and listen to the speeches and then one day something just clicked and I had to join. I had to leave. O'Reily: Yeah, but-- but why didn't-- why didn't you take me with you? Fitzgerald: Well, because my friends fought for peace. We armed ourselves. We were militant. O'Reily: And someone got killed? Fitzgerald: Yeah. And I ran. And I kept running. O'Reily: Jesus. Fitzgerald: And so, now, after 35 years I've decided to stop the marathon. I'm gonna turn myself in. O'Reily: But what'll happen--? Fitzgerald: I don't know what'll happen to me and I don't know if I'll go to prison but I wanted to see you again and spend a few hours with you and get to know you a little before whatever happens does happen. O'Reily: No. No, no. No, I can't lose you now. Not after all these years. Fuck that. Don't give yourself up. Fitzgerald: I have to, Ryan. I'm no good to you unless I'm true to who I am. O'Reily: Fuck. Look, I wasn't going to tell you this, at least, not yet. What if I told you I can fix it so we can be together. Fitzgerald: What do you mean? O'Reily: A friend of mine is going to help me and Cyril escape. Fitzgerald: No, Ryan. Don't do that. O'Reily: Why the fuck not? Fitzgerald: Because you'll have to spend the rest of your life doing what I've done: lying and hiding and living in fear and denying who you are and that's a life without meaning and a life without meaning is no life at all. Guard: Visit's over, O'Reily. O'Reily: Mom. Fitzgerald: You called me mom. I love you, Ryan. I always have and I always will. O'Reily: Bye. Fitzgerald: Bye. O'Reily: Fuck. [Meeting Room] Lawyer: Bad news. The attorney general has circumvented the law of asylum. Connelly: You saying we've lost the fight? Lawyer: Your deportation's been ordered. A week from today you'll be standing before a British judge. Connelly: Once I get there, I'll not get a fair trial. I'll hang. Lawyer: I know. [FB to Ryan killing Keenan] [FB to Nathan and O'Reily] Nathan: You admit to murdering him even though you know I could tell the warden? That you'd confess and end up on Death Row? O'Reily: Yes. [Infirmary] O'Reily: Hey. Nathan: Hey. How's Cyril? O'Reily: Well, he's a little anxious to get out of Protective Custody but he's okay. Hey, did you, um, did you give anymore thought to what we talked about? Nathan: Any thought? Your little proposition had me sleepless for three nights. O'Reily: And what have you decided? Nathan: Here. O'Reily: Why are you giving me this? Nathan: Ten minutes ago, the warden asked me if I knew anything about Keenan's death. O'Reily: What? Nathan: I lied and said no. O'Reily: Oh, man. Thank Christ. Nathan: Ryan, as we speak the medical board is deliberating whether or not I'm qualified to hold this job. They're questioning my ethics, okay. My initial reaction was: "How can they do that?" But you know what? Now I'm questioning my ethics. O'Reily: Look, love is more important than ethics. Nathan: Well, now, how would you know that? I mean your ethics, what few you have, are completely screwed up. O'Reily: Whoa-- why the fuck are you doing this? Nathan: I should tell Leo you beat Keenan to death. I should do it. But I won't, God help me. O'Reily: Hey, Gloria-- Nathan: I am not going to help you escape. Do you understand that? I will not do it. And if you ask me again I will tell the warden everything. Officer, we're done here. O'Reily: I do have ethics. And they're not screwed up. [Em City-- Connelly's pod] Connelly: What do you want? O'Reily: I've been on the computer, reading about the troubles. It's not at all about God, it's about the money. It's about the Protestants taking Catholic land. How could you not hate the British? I mean, if you got any balls at all then you'd better be IRA. You know, fighting for what's rightfully yours. Connelly: And what good does yours newfound knowledge and all this enthusiasm do for either of us? O'Reily: I want to be part of something. Something that matters. Don't laugh at me, Connelly. Hey, everyone knows I get things done. That's my talent. Let me help you do something for the cause, hm? Connelly: Alright, I know what we should do. [Em City- Laundry Room] O'Reily: Hey. 2 gallons of bleach. Connelly: Good. O'Reily: All your whites are clean so, uh, you going to tell me now why you need this stuff so bad? Connelly: Can you get me a wristwatch? O'Reily: Wristwatch? Why? O'Reily: Connelly, what the fuck are you doing? Connelly: Would you be willing to die with me? Would you? Bleach and the wristwatch are part of my grand scheme. O'Reily: Which is what? Connelly: To make a bomb. You and me, O'Reily. We're going to blow up Em City. [The Box] Hill: In any sport, to experience victory, the one element you need more than any other is teamwork. But teamwork is also the scariest notion a person can face. Joining a team means giving up a part of your individuality, being willing to make whatever sacrifice is necessary for the greater cause. If you're willing to do these things to truly become a team player then success will follow. But a word of caution: Be sure that the success you go after is the success you need.