Episode title: Impotence Written by: Tom Fontana Directed by: Alex Zakrewski (Hill Narrating) Hill: Here are some scary facts about impotence. 10 to 20 million Americans suffer from it. 85% due to physical causes not related to the penis. 10% suffer because of physiological reason. And scariest of all, for 5% of men who are impotent, the cause is unknown. [Unit B] Robson: Hey. Jesus. Don't do this to me, Vern. You guys are all I got in here. Schillinger: It's not my choice, James, we've got a charter to fallow. You know that charter better then anybody. Robson: I asked the fucking dentist. He said he put white mans gums in my mouth. White. Schillinger: Really? 'Cause that bruise Dr. Faradj planted on your cheek is blue. That tells me you didn't get the answer you were looking for. Tomorrow you're moving to another cell. [Library] Arif: There's Robson. You were right, Imam. Allah has punished him for his sins. How's the mouth? Said: Arif. Robson: Fuck you. Said: Robson. Despite all you done, my heart goes out to you. God is trying to teach you something. Please be smart enough to learn. Robson: Yeah, he's saying my friends will take me back. I'll make them take me back. [Cafeteria] Poet: Oh, lookie here, my stepbrother. Feels good talking with a black man's gums don't it? Robson: I need a shit load of tits, now. Poet: You? All that Aryan drug free bullshit just bullshit ain't it? Robson: Will you shut your fucking corn trap and hook me? Or I can take my cash elsewhere. Poet: Alright, man. (Unit B. Night. Robson tries to cut his gums out and starts screaming) Schillinger: Guard! Officer! (Hill Narrating) Hill: One of the physical causes of impotence is lack of frequent spontaneous erections. In other words...You can't get it up, because you don't get it up, because you can't get it up, because you don't get it up. Either way you're fucked. I can't get it up. [Wardens office] McManus: Miguel Alvarez is up for parole again. Glynn: So what? He'll just get rejected, same as last time. McManus: Maybe not. Glynn: Tim, come on. With all the shit he's pulled the board's not going to let him go free. McManus: Well, Alvarez is a changed man. He's really trying to stay out of trouble. Glynn: Bullshit. Look, I know he did a good job training the Seeing Eye dog, but one pooch hardly balances out his criminal record. McManus: Well...I'm writing a letter to the board recommending parole. Alicia Hinden, who ran the training program is going to do the same thing, and if Ray Mukada were here he would, too. Glynn: Tim, do you honestly believe Miguel Alvarez is ready to rejoin society? Six months ago the dink was in solitary smearing shit on his cell wall. McManus: Well, I know there's been bad blood between you and Alvarez almost since the day he arrived. Glynn: What, are you saying my judgment is clouded, man? Fuck you. McManus: Have you even spoken to him since you let him out of solitary? Glynn: No. McManus: Don't you think you owe him that? Glynn: Owe him? McManus: Not Warden to prisoner, man to man. I mean, if a person's trying to change, shouldn't we at least acknowledge that? Glynn: Not in Alvarez's case. McManus: Leo-- Glynn: No, damn it! No, Hell no! Look, you file your fucking letters of recommendation, okay? I'm going to call Steve Dawkins myself and put an end to this bullshit. [Laundry room] Alvarez: Thanks for setting up the parole hearing, McManus. McManus: Well, to tell you the truth, Miguel, these parole board hearings...Your chances for release are a long shot. Alvarez: No, no, no, no. I got a good feeling. I got a good feeling. I got my A game on. God, It'd be great just to get away from Oz, you know? I could see Maritza. She's been let out of Parker women's. She's got a job. You know, she's got her life on course. Shit, maybe I can have another baby, you know? I just got to let the parole board people understand that I can do that, too, you know? That I know in my heart that I'm ready. [Em City. Night] Alvarez: It's a pleasure to meet you guys, you know. Yeah, my dad and my grandfather were both incarcerated in here. Excuse me? Gougeon: Alvarez, what are you doing? Alvarez: I'm just practicing my answers for the parole board hearing. Guard: Count! [Em City] Ryan O'Reily: Hey, Charlie Brown. Guerra: Maritza. Maritza. Maritza, mi amore, pronto estare en suse brazos. Alvarez: Fuck you. Guerra: Oh, careful Miguel. You wouldn't want a smudge on that record this late in your parole. Guard: Shut the fuck up. Guerra: You know what would be a terrible tragedy? Just before you got out, if Maritza... has some kind of accident. Alvarez: You hurt her...you're dead. You fuck with my parole, you're dead. Guerra: Oh, you're so fucking beautiful when you're angry. Dawkins: Alright, Mr. Alvarez, that was a very lovely speech you just made, but now we'd like to ask you some questions. Alvarez: Mr. Dawkins, you can ask me whatever you want. Sommers: You were convicted of beating a 75 year old man then cutting his face, all because his car scratched yours. Alvarez: Yeah. I wasn't myself that day. Sommers: Once you were in Oswald, you cut your own face, and later tried to hang yourself in your cell. Were you yourself either of those days? Dawkins: Last year you masterminded an escape from Oswald. Alvarez: I didn't mastermind an escape. Busmalis was digging a tunnel, and I was fearing for my life-- Ruiz: You were one of the major leaders in the riot and hurt a number of people, including an officer, Joseph Mineo Alvarez: He was making a move on me-- Ruiz: Later, you poked out the eyes of another Officer, Eugene Rivera. Then you murdered two fellow prisoners, Carlo Ricardo, and a Jorge Vasquez. So, my question is, what the fuck makes you think we should set you free, you little prick? (Alvarez punch Ruiz and flashes back to his previous crimes) Guard: Knock it off! Let him go Alvarez! [Solitary] Alvarez: Fuck! This is fucking bullshit. I'm fucking, telling them-- I'm trying to tell them how I'm rehabilitated-- fucking bullshit! He asked me how I think I changed in all this bullshit. I'm talking to him, and I'm trying to explain how I changed. Are you listening to me? Kirk: McManus, I got to talk to you about my trial Alvarez: And he just fucking cuts me off. He just cuts me off. Cyril O'Reily: I'm lonely, I'm afraid. Alvarez: Are you listening to me? Stanton: Montgomery is a cunt that got what he deserved. Cunt! Penders: Hey, That CO had no right to shove my face in shit. Martinez: Get me out of here. Get me the fuck out of here. Cyril O'Reily: I'm afraid. Stanton: Cunt! Martinez: Get me the fuck out of here! Alvarez: McManus! [Infirmary] McManus: It's quitting time. You promised to buy me a drink. I really need that fucking drink. Let's go. Dr. Nathan: I'm sorry, Tim, I'm going to have to pass. I don't want to leave Pancamo. McManus: You know... I've been dumped by a lot of woman for a lot of guys, but never one in a coma. Dr. Nathan: He could die, Tim. It's my fault. A man comes into my ER, with a non life-threatening stab wound, gets infected and goes into toxic shock. I didn't take proper care of him before, but I sure as hell am not going to let him die alone. McManus: How about a cup of coffee? Dr. Nathan: Okay. [Break room] Dr. Nathan: There you go. McManus: You ever met my wife-- My ex-wife, Eleanor O'Connor? Dr. Nathan: Our paths have yet to cross. McManus: We've been divorced five years. When I was first offered the job at Oswald to build Em City, to fulfill a lifelong dream, she didn't want to trail along. She had this great job, she didn't want to leave so...I just walked out. And for five years I've carried the guilt of that. I mean, every time something goes haywire, I just think, you know, fuck. I could be with Ellie and maybe by now we'd have a couple of kids.. Dr. Nathan: Don't talk to me about regret, I own the patent. McManus: Well, my point is, today I was walking in solitary and I was surrounded by all my mistakes, and my head was going to explode. But then I thought about Omar White, about how hard it was to turn him around. But we did it. I mean, we can't save them all, Gloria, but if we can save just one, that's enough. Dr. Nathan: And I want to save Pancamo. McManus: Well, thanks for the coffee. Now, I'm going to get myself a real drink. Dr. Nathan: Goodnight. (Flashback. A man buried with his head sticking out of the ground) Cutler: Take his head off! Hill: Prisoner number 02C773. Wolfgang Cutler, convicted February 20th, 2002, murder in the first degree. Sentence Life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. [Gym] Cutler: I want into the Brotherhood. Schillinger: You know the deal, Wolfgang. You've got to demonstrate your fearlessness. Cutler: By whacking somebody? Who? Schillinger: Killing a nigger's always nice. The higher up the better. Cutler: Kareem Said. Schillinger: I like the way you think. [Computer Room] Gougeon: Omar, you ready for some hot gossip? White: Hmm? Gougeon: I overheard the Aryans in the gym, and that new guy, Wolfgang Cutler, he was bragging to the others about how he was going to kill Said. [Mailroom] White: Yo, you Cutler? Cutler: How the fuck did you get back here? White: That don't matter. Look, I cam because I heard a rumor and shit, all right? Just stay away from Said, all right? No, no, whatever you got brewing, just stop it, okay? Cutler: I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. And get the fuck out of here. White: I'm trying to be diplomatic here, okay? Cutler: And I'm telling you to get the fuck out of here! White: Look, I've been pretty good lately. You don't want to see me bad, okay? You touch Said... Cutler: And what, nigger, you going to cry? Fuck you. (Cutler tries to leave. White grabs Cutlers arm and Cutler punches him. White starts strangling Cutler) White: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Motherfucker. I'm going to fuck--I'll kill you, fucking white motherfucker. You touch Said! Stay away. Stay the fuck away from Said. Stay the fuck away. Stay, stay the fuck-- (Cutler stops moving) White: Shh, what's that? What's that, Cutler? Cutler? Cutler...Hey, hey. Come on, man. Hey, Cutler. Cutler! Come on, man, don't do this to me. Don't fucking die. Oh, shit. Fuck. (White does CPR and Cutler starts breathing again.) White: Oh, shit. Fuck. (Said Pod) White: Fuck, I almost killed the motherfucker! I mean, look, it's not like I started anything, the motherfucker was just all up in my shit, man, I don't know. Taunting me and shit, man. I don't know what the fuck happened. Said: Omar, slow down. Who are you talking about? White: Cutler's getting ready to jack you. Said: Wolfgang Cutler. White: Look, the motherfucker's still alive, okay? In a second the fucking hacks are going to be up here punching me in my fucking ass! Shit! Fuck, fuck! Said: Omar, you follow me, you do not stop, you understand? [McManus's office.] White: But I saved him, both of them I mean, Cutler and Said. McManus: What do you want? Do you want a fucking medal? You almost killed a man. Do you understand that, Goddamnit? I give you 10-second chances, this is what I get in return! I bend over backwards for you! As a result a man ends up almost dead! You want me to be fucking happy about that? Said: McManus, It is not that simple. McManus: Yes, it is that fucking simple, Said. Don't you be looking to her for help. I've made my decision. The rulebook says solitary, I'm playing by the rulebook this time. Said: And if he had done this to protect you instead of me, would you be sending him away? McManus: Shut up, or you're going with him. White: McManus! McManus! McManus! [Hallway] McManus: That wasn't for you, Ellie. O'Connor: No, no, that was genuine rage. I remember it well. Tim...You think I divorced you because you wanted to come to Oswald and build Emerald City, but that's not true. You want to know what made me leave? You're relentless, unflappable, never-say-never idealism. McManus: You would have preferred me cynical? O'Connor: No! You want to save the world and when you realize you can't, you crucify yourself and everyone around you. This nonsense where it's up to you to change everything for the better-- Your wife, your prisoners, whoever else until we fit your ideals. Isn't it time to see that for the pride that it is? McManus: Go on. O'Connor: No. I'll just go. [Said pod] Arif: Minister? Said: Look, whatever it is that you want, it can wait. Arif: What I want is for you not to blame yourself for what happened to Omar White. Said: Well, like I said, what you want...Can wait. [Solitary] Inmate: Amazing Grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. White: Will you shut the fuck up? Inmate: ...Was lost But now I'm found Was blind But now I see. (Hill Narrating) Hill: Impotence can also be the result of depression, marital discord, job stress, financial worries. That's right, a little salary can make a hard man soft, a drop in the Dow can diminish rising expectations. [Em City] Rebadow: That was my son. Alex Jr.'s days away from death. Busmails: Gosh, Bob, what are you going to do? Rebadow: What can I do? I'll wait for the call that tells me my grandson's life is over. Busmails: No, You got to see him. Rebadow: How? He's in intensive care. He can't even leave the hospital. Let alone visit a prison. Busmalis: Then you go to him. Rebadow: They'd never let me. Busmalis: Why not? McManus has been helpful in the past. Go. Ask him [McManus's office] Rebadow: You can cuff me, shackle me, gag me if you have to, just let me see Alex, make eye contact so that he knows that his granddad loves him. McManus: I remember when you took up that collection to take him to Adventure Country. Rebadow: That trip meant a lot to him. McManus: It did to me, too. Not only you wanting to raise the cash, but then actually rallying these dinks to help you. Rebadow: So...may I go? McManus: Yes. And gagless, shackeless even. I'll arrange the visit today. (Hallway) Rebadow: Are you traveling with me? Murphy: No. Handing you off at the door. Rebadow: I was once sentenced to die, you know. Murphy: I remember something about that. Rebadow: A power failure shut down the electric chair. My death was commuted to life...Legally. I only wish there were laws that could do the same for Alex. But only God can grant that kind of reprieve. [Em City] Busmalis: This is the best 'Ms. Sally' ever. Schillinger: Mail call. Busmalis: What you got for me, Vern? Mr. Schillinger. Schillinger: Stinking with cheap perfume. Busmails: It's from Norma. Hey, Fiona, would you do me a favor? This letter is from my former fiancé. Would you mind reading it to me? Make me kind of feel like she's here in the room. Zonioni: Hey, we all got our trip. "Dear Agamemnon, I got very depressed after 'Ms. Sally' was cancelled and I lost my job. But the one thing that hasn't been canceled is my love for you, and I'm coming to visit on the 15th to explain why I never showed up on our wedding day. If you can find it in your heart, please see me. Love always, Norma." Aw, well, ain't that sweet. Busmalis: The 15th. That's today. [Visitor's room] Busmalis: Norma. Clark: Hello, Agamemnon. Wait! (Clark stands up. She's pregnant.) Clark: Surprise. (Busmalis walks out.) [Rebadow pod. Night] Busmalis: Hey, Bob, how'd the visit with little Alex go? Rebadow: I'm tired. Busmalis: Guess what happened while you were gone. I'll tell you tomorrow. [Em City] Busmalis: If you want, we can talk more about little Alex. Rebadow: I have nothing else to say. I'm on the deathwatch. I fold. (Gym. Rebadow hits a punching bag.) (Cafeteria. Rebadow picks at his food.) (Rebadow pod. night. a storm makes the lights flash) Busmalis: Bob, you've got to get some rest. (The lights go out, then come back on.) Rebadow: Did you see that? Busmalis: What? Rebadow: He's gone. Murphy: Count! [McManus's office] McManus: Your grandson was stable, but the storm-- Well, the electricity went out for a minute, and the surge scrambled his equipment. Rebadow: And? McManus: I'm sorry. Alex died. (Rebadow collapses, sobbing) McManus: I need help. [Rebadow pod] Busmalis: Hey. I'm real sorry about little Alex. Rebadow: You know, you try to prepare for a death, but always secretly you believe there's a chance that the doctors were wrong, that they'll find a cure, and that as long as he's alive there's time. So, while you think you're stealing yourself, all you're really doing is waiting on the miracle, which is why, when death comes, it's so horrible, because you realize...you weren't prepared at all. Busmalis: But you knew last night. Rebadow: On some level. 30-something years ago it was a power outage that saved me from execution, but last night the electricity finally came back to finish the job, except so much time had passed that my grandson was now in the chair. I never really liked this hat, but now that he's passed away, I understand this hat. This was my Grandson at his most alive. [McManus's office] McManus: So, I'm going to let Rebadow go to the funeral. Murphy: Jesus, 35 years he gets out twice in one week, and all for the worst reasons. McManus: Holy shit. Brass: I'm back. I decided...To give Rebadow his money. I decided he should help his grandkid. (Hill Narrating) Hill: New studies show that even Viagra, which is supposed to help a fella get an erection, can sometimes cause problems in young, sexually active men who use the drug recreationally. You see, if an erection lasts longer then 6 hours, the blood supply gets cut off permanently. Of course, after six hours, you know, maybe you don't give a shit. You know what I mean. (Flashback. Guenzel hangs dead from a fence) [Visitor's room] Mrs. Beecher: Your father and I went to Adam Guenzel's funeral. When I saw Olivia walking down the center aisle of the church, so crippled up with Arthritis, moving so slowly, each step measured, supported by a cane, my heart-- my heart broke. You know, when you were first arrested, Olivia Guenzel was one of the few friends who stood by us. And there we were, burying her grandson who caused her so much...Shame. Beecher: I'm sorry. I couldn't protect him. Mrs. Beecher: I know. I know you did your best. Funny, when I hugged Olivia, when I saw the grief in her eyes, I thought...Good. Now you really do understand. God forgive me. I almost forgot...Holly sent you this. Happy Valentines Day. [Cafeteria] Beecher: Winthrop... Winthrop: Get away from me, Beecher. Beecher: Hey, I need to talk to you. Winthrop: I got to get this food to Schillinger or he'll kick my ass. Beecher: Look, I've been where you are. You don't have to be Schillinger's bitch. Winthrop: Yeah, right. Beecher: I can help you. Winthrop: Like you helped Adam? No fucking thanks. (Flashback to Beecher finding Guenzel in the gym) [Interaction] Beecher: Sister, at our last interaction, you were asking about Adam Guenzel, about the circumstances surrounding his rape, and I kept silent at the time because of...because of my own involvement. Now I think, had I spoken and told you what I knew, Adam might still be alive-- Schillinger: Beecher. Sister Pete: Vern, you know the rules. No interruptions. Go on. Said: Yes, go on. Beecher: Though it's too late to save Adam, I think being honest might... Schillinger: Might what? We're all getting along so well these days. Sister Pete: Vern! Schillinger: No. He starts making wrongful accusations, all the good work you've done here will unravel. You don't want that, Sister, do you? Sister Pete: I want him to speak his mind. Schillinger: Well, I'm not going to sit here and listen to this horse shit. Sister Pete: That's your choice. Officers. Schillinger: Beecher, tread very carefully. Said: You tell the truth, Tobias. Just tell the truth. Sister Pete: Take Said to his unit. Beecher stays here. [Wardens office] Glynn: In accordance with DOC regulations this committee has given you a fair hearing. We have listened to testimonies from witnesses and examined evidence. We have determined the following, one, that you conspired to and engaged in the rape of Adam Guenzel, two, that you conspired to and engaged in the rape of Franklin Winthrop. We find you guilty of these charges and have decided that you will be transferred immediately to solitary confinement for an undetermined length of time. [Solitary] Schillinger: Nice color. [Protective Custody] Sister Pete: Chris...How'd the trial go? Keller: Fantastic. A jury of my peers found me guilty of murder in the first degree. Sister Pete: Oh, God. Keller: And my idiot lawyer is going to appeal, but he doesn't hold out much hope. I go back...Thursday, to the courthouse for sentencing, and more than likely, I'll get the death penalty. Sister Pete: Well, I'll do ev- I'll do everything I can to help. Keller: Show me your tits. Sister Pete: Don't do that. Keller: I'm sorry. I guess I'm in a bad mood. It's not everyday you get sentenced to death. Weird, all these years my penis has dominated my life, forced me to go in whatever direction 'it' chose. Now I want to share my love with someone...And I never will. Sister Pete: You know, there are people out there who are fighting against the return of the death penalty. Keller: Tell that to Shirley Bellinger. You know, on the ride over here, I was thinking about how I wanted to die. Sister Pete: Well, there's only two choices now, lethal injection and the electric chair. Keller: I want the chair. I want the juice. I want to go out on a charge. [Em city] News anchor: Christopher Keller was convicted today in the brutal slaying of Brice Tibbets. Tibbets was tortured, sodomized and murdered in July of 1997. Keller, who faces the death penalty, will be sentenced on Thursday by Judge Grace Lima. Keller is suspected of committing at least two similar murders. Beecher: Fuck. I have to go see him. Said: May I remind you of your promise to yourself never to speak to Keller again? Beecher: Yeah. Well, the great thing about breaking a promise to yourself is only one person gets hurt, and I can live with my guilt a shitload easier then I can live without ever seeing Keller again. Said: Hold on, this is wrong. Beecher: How is love wrong, Kareem? In whatever form it takes, how is love wrong? Especially, here in Oz where there's so little of it. You and I, we love each other. You stabbed Schillinger and Robson for me. But the Aryans say that any sort of love between the races is a perversion. Who decides these things? Who chooses which love is permissible? Said: God. Beecher: The God I worship... Loves everybody, and he created a universe full of different kinds of people sharing different kinds of love. Said: Allah says, "Man--" Beecher: Don't quote scripture to me, Kareem. Said: You know what's going to happen, when you go and see Keller again. Beecher: I'm not going to fuck him. I'm just going to let him know I care, that he's not totally alone. I think Allah would approve of that. [Death Row] Lopresti: Here you go Keller, your brand new home. They say the ghost of Shirley Bellinger still haunts this cell. Keller: Oh, yeah? Lopresti: When the moon is full, you could still smell her vagina. Keller: You're a very funny guy there, Lopresti. You should think about doing comedy. Hallway] Beecher: Hey, how you doing? [Death Row] Beecher: Chris. You got mail. (Beecher and Keller kiss) (Hill Narrating) Hill: Diabetes, Multiple sclerosis, Alzheimer's Parkinson's, high blood pressure, obesity, aging, can all cause impotence. So can riding a bicycle. You put that hard seat between your legs, there may be nothing else hard between your legs for a long, long time. [Solitary] Lopresti: Quiet down! Get up. Leave it. Cyril O'Reily: No. Lopresti: Leave it. Inmate: Fucking retard. Inmate: Hang in there, Cyril [Death Row] Cyril O'Reily: Where is this? Lopresti: End of the line. Cyril O'Reily: I'm not supposed to be here. Where's Jericho? Lopresti: Relax. Cyril O'Reily: Where's Jericho? Lopresti: Relax. (Cyril hits Lopresti) Cyril O'Reily: Ryan! Ryan! Ryan! Keller: Yeah, bitch, let it out! (?) Cyril O'Reily: I'm not supposed to be here! I'm not supposed to be here! No! [Psychiatric evaluation] Glynn: Finally, the SORT team had to subdue your brother. Ryan O'Reily: Christ. Dr. Nathan: I gave him some Haladol, to calm him down, but as we've learned from previous episodes, it's just a stopgap measure. It's never going to be a long-term solution to Cyril's violent episodes. Glynn: We don't need a long-term solution. The judge has set his execution for next month. Ryan O'Reily: What? Glynn: Why are you acting so surprised? He was found guilty of the murder of Li Chen. The punishment is death. Ryan O'Reily: Look, you're going to have to discuss with Cyril the way he wants to die, either the electric chair or lethal injection. Ryan O'Reily: Lethal injection. Man, I just want Cyril to doze off and go to sleep. Dr. Nathan: There's more to it than that. The drugs they inject into his body first paralyze him. Ryan O'Reily: Oh, yeah, I don't want to hear the details, okay? Sister Pete: It's not okay, Ryan. Up to this point you've resisted all our attempts to help your brother. You should know what his last moments will be like. Ryan O'Reily: Can I see him? Glynn: Not yet. I'll allow a visit once he's settled down. Take O'Reily back to Em City. (Em City. Sister Pete and Fitzgerald are on TV) Sister Pete: The guilt or innocence of Cyril O'Reily is not an issue here. The question is weather the eighth amendment of our constitution, which protects us from cruel and unusual punishment, will also protect Cyril O'Reily, whose IQ, by the way, is 51. That's one of the lowest IQs of any condemned prisoner on record. Fitzgerald: As a mother, I appeal, I plead to all of the other mothers and fathers out there, to stop the state from committing this monstrous act. News Anchor: Governor Devlin refused to comment on the demonstration held outside the capital building. Ryan O'Reily: You know, Meehan, you can hold a million press conferences, but you're still not going to be able to save my brother. Meehan: Well, if I had that attitude you'd be right, but I'm going to prove you wrong Mr. O'Reily. I'm going to show you the power of prayer, of hope, of faith in the almighty. Ryan O'Reily: Okay, well, while you're at it, why don't you suck my dick? [Stage] Fitzgerald: Father Meehan, are you here for a lesson? Meehan: No, I was the only Seminarian booted off the choir. The prefect said, "Your voice is an offence to God." But you were magnificent on your television press conference. Fitzgerald: Oh, thanks. Meehan: A veritable firebrand. Fitzgerald: Well, I've had a lot of practice. Meehan: I want to talk to you about Ryan. Ever since I came to Oz, I've been trying to reach him. Well, I know that he and Cyril were brutalized by their father, and that's enough to dent any boys psyche. But my gut feeling is, there's something more, that your son is hiding something, some naked truth, some deeper pain. I was wondering if you knew anything. Fitzgerald: My greatest regret, Father, is abandoning my child. He was just a little baby when I left. And until a few months ago, I've had no contact with him. Meehan: Is there anyone I could ask? Fitzgerald: Well, certainly not his father. But maybe Brenda, his aunt. [Phones] Meehan: Thank you very much, Brenda. Yes, we're doing everything we can for Cyril. Right. Well, keep praying. [O'Reily Pod] Hack: Lockdown! Lockdown! Meehan: Ryan, tell me about Carolyn. Ryan O'Reily: What the fuck are you talking about? Meehan: Carolyn, your little sister. Ryan O'Reily: She's dead, end of story. Meehan: Well, then, don't tell me the end, tell me the beginning, the middle, and all -- Ryan O'Reily: Who the fuck told you about Carolyn?! Meehan: Well, that doesn't matter. Just tell me your memory of her. Ryan O'Reily: No. Meehan: She died. She was barley six months old, fell out of her crib and broke her neck. Ryan O'Reily: Why you doing this? Meehan: Well, I've seen how you love your brother, how you're protective of him, yet you're willing to let him die, and I was wondering why. Ryan O'Reily: I thought I told you this before. Death is better then any day in Oz. Isn't that what you priests are always preaching, the upside of life everlasting, and all that fucking Catholic nonsense? Meehan: Did you have any responsibility for Carolyn's death? Were you taking care of her when she fell? Ryan O'Reily: No, I'm not talking about this. I haven't spoken about my little sister with anyone in my entire life, not even Cyril, and I'm not about to start with you! Meehan: So, that's what happened, you think you killed her. Ryan O'Reily: No. Meehan: So, what did happen? Ryan O'Reily: Shut up! Meehan: Ryan, now is the time to speak the truth. You've been carrying this burden on your back for far too long. Whatever you say to me will stay right here between us. Ryan O'Reily: No, no. Meehan: Like in confession. Now you can finally say what you want to say since Carolyn died. Ryan O'Reily: No, fuck you! (O'Reily punches Meehan) Ryan O'Reily: Goddamnit! Fuck! Don't. Please stop. Meehan: Come on. It's all right. Ryan O'Reily: I went to a priest, and I told him the truth and he didn't believe me. And she was so small. It's my little sister. Meehan: I know. God loves you. God loves you. [Visitors room] Seamus O'Reily: Suddenly, I'm famous. I done six interviews, newspapers and TV, ever since that nonsense with your brother started. I got to admit I'm getting kind of used to the attention. They guy's down at Kelsey's, they've been buying me rounds every night. And there's this broad, sits at the end of the bar, she's been flirting with me. I might just fuck her. Ryan O'Reily: You going to see Cyril while you're in the building? Seamus O'Reily: Yeah, yeah. I guess I oughta. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to say to that boy. Ryan O'Reily: Tell him you love him. Seamus O'Reily: Oh, yeah, right. Ryan O'Reily: You ever told Cyril that, dad? Cyril or anyone? Ma? Tessie when you were married? Have the words 'I love you' ever crossed your lips. Because I never heard them, not once. Seamus O'Reily: Don't start with your whining. Ryan O'Reily: I'm sorry, I forgot how sensitive you are. Seamus O'Reily: You asked me to come, I'm here. State your business. Ryan O'Reily: I want to talk about Carolyn. Seamus O'Reily: Carolyn? What about her? Ryan O'Reily: I want to talk about the day she died. I remember her crying, you know, non-stop for what seemed like hours. Tessie couldn't get her quiet. You were drunk and in a foul mood. Sit down! Seamus O'Reily: Fuck you! Ryan O'Reily: You sit...or I finish telling my story to a cop. Carolyn was crying and you took her from Tessie's arms and you put your hands around her and you shook her and you shook her and you shook her until she stopped, until she went limp like a rag doll. Seamus O'Reily: She fell out of her crib. Ryan O'Reily: No. I was there, Dad. I was in the doorway. I saw what happened. Seamus O'Reily: You were just a kid. What the fuck did you know about anything? Think my old man didn't beat me, that fucking scumbag? My life has been nothing but shit since the day I was born, and I didn't have no brother to lean on like you did. I been alone my whole fucking life, and soon...you will be, too. Ryan O'Reily: I'll never tell anyone the truth about what happened with Carolyn. That's between you and me. But, Dad...You better pray to Jesus Christ almighty himself that I never get out of this place, because when I do...I will kill you. [Death Row] Sister Pete: And...I brought you some company. Cyril O'Reily: Jericho. Sister Pete: Yeah. Cyril O'Reily: Hiya, buddy. Did you miss me? I missed you. [Hallway] Ryan O'Reily: Hey, Sister. Look, I want you to know that I've decided to become totally selfish, okay? I'm not going to lose Cyril from my life. I'm going to help save him. And whatever you need me to do, I'm there 100%. Sister Pete: I am so glad to hear that. [Death Row] Ryan O'Reily: Hey, little brother... Who loves you? Cyril O'Reily: You do. Ryan O'Reily: Fucking A. (Hill Narrating) Hill: Drugs can cause impotence. Marijuana, heroine, steroids. So does alcohol and tobacco. 72 percent of men who smoke 20 or more packs a year suffer from penile artery clog. Anybody got an ashtray? [Infirmary] Dr. Nathan: Look, just because I'm sending you back to Emerald City doesn't mean you're completely well or that you can stop taking care of yourself again. Hill: Uh-huh. Dr. Nathan: Don't 'uh-huh' me, Augustus, or I'll come and clean your catheter myself. You think it's funny. [Hill pod] Poet: You know, when I heard you was healthy again, man, and that you was coming back, I kicked myself with joy. Hey, let me give you a hand. Hill: I don't need help, man. Poet: Man, you know, I always liked you, Augustus. Man, I always respected you. Hill: Cut the shit, man, what you want? What? Poet: You know Burr got all lathered up when you went down, all right? Blamed me for getting you smacked. Hill: You did. You gave me the tits. Poet: Yeah, I know. Burr ain't got to know that, though. See, He thinks Guerra gave you the shit. So, our little peace treaty with the Spics, it kind of fell apart. You know, Burr and Morales got into a little fandango. Now they both in the hole. Hill: And if Burr finds out you was the one that gave it to me he's going to skin your fat hide. Don't worry, son, I ain't going to rat you out. I wanted those drugs, don't matter who gave it to me. I'm going to tell Burr that. Poet: Alright. Thanks man. You know, if I was a girl, you'd get tongue. Hill: If you was a girl, son, you'd be buttass ugly. Poet: Why you got to be all like that, man? (Redding and Morales get out of the hole) [McManus's office] McManus: So, I was sitting in my office, watching the two of you when the fight broke out. Now, I'm not naive enough to think that you're going to tell me what the argument was about. And you're not naive enough to think I'm going to let it go. So, in order for me not to send both your asses to Gen pop, we're going to agree, once again, no violence between you. Morales: I agree. McManus: Redding? Redding: Sure. McManus: That was a little less then enthusiastic, but okay. You can go. So, it was Morales that gave Augustus the drugs, right? Morales, or one of his stooges, am I right? Redding: Gospel truth, I don't know. I thought it was the spics, but maybe I was wrong. McManus: Then who? Redding: Well, like I said before, Augustus will give it to me straight. You should've let me talk to him in the first place. [Em City] Urbano: Isn't that touching? Morales: Look, I know I didn't do right by you guys, siding with that nigger, muscling you out of the tit trade. I'm sorry, okay? Seggio: Sorry? You think sorry's going to be enough? Urbano: Mario, please. I think you'll find that we Sicilians are misunderstood, that at heart...We can be very forgiving people. Morales: Oh, yeah? And what's that forgiveness going to cost? Urbano: Redding's 50%, 10 of yours. Guerra: That's bullshit. Morales: Chico. Okay. One condition, though. You kill Redding. Urbano: My pleasure. [Redding Pod] Redding: I got angry when I heard you was using that shit again. I wanted to lash out in every kind of direction. And then I realized that I was really angry at myself... For being so blind that I didn't see that you had been back on that shit again, for getting you strung out on it in the first place. Hill: Burr. Redding: I sat down there at the table, sitting in your daddy's chair, eating your mamma's food. And all along, Eugenia never knew that I was feeding you that shit. That I had you slinging for me. Why'd I do that? Why'd I tell a lie? Why'd I hurt that sweet girl? Hill: Listen, It's like you said, Burr, life happens that way it happens. Redding: No, man that's a copout. We make life happen. I got you strung out on that shit 'cause I wanted you dependent on me, 'cause I was always afraid you was going to leave me. And yet, I almost lost you altogether forever. Hill: Burr, you ain't never need no drugs to keep me close to you, man. I always loved you...always. Redding: Look at me, acting like a weepy old woman now. (Redding and Hill leave the pod. Urbano tries to stab Redding) Hill: Burr, no! (Urbano stabs Hill instead) Redding: No! (A fight breaks out) Redding: Get him a Doctor for Chris's sake! Murphy: Let him go! Let him go! McManus: Jesus Christ. Hill: I-- I-- I can feel my legs. (Hill's eyes roll back in his head) (Empty narration pod)