Episode Title: Next Stop, Valhalla Written by: Tom Fontana and Sunil Nayar Directed by: J. Miller Tobin (Hill Narrating) Hill: Vikings. The word alone congers up images of drunken hoards attacking and pillaging defenseless villagers from the shores of Britain to the steps of Russia. But we got a lot of misconceptions about the Vikings. Example: They never actually wore these stupid helmets. And because they only had a limited amount of land on which to farm, they only pillaged to survive. (Flashback) Velez: I want to fallow you. You're the next wave and I want to be your Lieutenant. Alvarez: Kill Guerra. (Showers. Velez puts a shank against Guerra's back) Guerra: What the fuck are you doing Jaime? Velez: Sorry bro. You got to die. That's just how it is. Guerra: Wait. At least do me in the front. Let me die like a man. (Guerra pushes Velez down) Guerra: Just how it is, right bro? (Guerra bashes Velez's head into a wall) [Mukada's office] Alvarez: Hey Father. I need to make a confession. Mukada: Saturday. 3 O'clock. Alvarez: I need to make one now. Mukada: Close the door Officer. What's up? Alvarez: You know, ever since I've been let out of solitary I just been going right and left you know? Up and down. Just trying to prove to everyone that I'm no pussy. Mukada: I know what you mean. I should have died in that bus crash. And now, the Reverend Cloutier has disappeared, which I think is supposed to mean something, but I can't figure out what that something is. Alvarez: So what do you do? Mukada: Pray. Alvarez: Yeah well. You know, toss in a couple extra for me. Mukada: I always do Miguel. Alvarez: Yeah well, I need just a little bit more then my usual amount. Someone died because of me. Mukada: Jaime Velez? Alvarez: Yeah. This kid was innocent you know? Mukada: You and I have had a long and battered relationship, but I continue to believe that you have a good soul, and that you'll find a way to right whatever wrong you committed. Alvarez: And if I don't? Mukada: Then you really are a pussy. [McManus's office] Hinden: The problem is, in our state there are more visually impaired people then there are guide dogs, but there are more dogs then there are people to train them. That's why I created this program Mans Best Friend where prisoners do the training. McManus: And it's work elsewhere huh? Hinden: Oh, better then we'd hoped. O'Connor: Sorry. Am I late? McManus: Well, she got here early so we just kind of dove in. O'Connor: Sure. Why wait for little old me? McManus: Alicia Hinden, Eleanor O'Connor, the Governors Liaison. Hinden: Nice to meet you. O'Conner: Oh, please. Continue. Hinden: Having inmates care for and train these pups has been a perfect match. 60% of the dogs qualify for placement. 90% of the prisoners demonstrate a better attitude after their participation in the program. O'Connor: Aren't there certain skills necessary to train a guide dog? Hinden: Of course. But the skills are teachable. O'Connor: And the prisoners don't harm the animals? Hinden: Well, we were worried at first, but what's happened here is the dogs bring out the best in their owners. Inmates go from having nothing to nurturing a life. It means more to them they you could know. O'Connor: Now, pardon me Ms. Hinden, if I'm skeptical. I think we should start small. McManus: Sure. The less people, the less chance of successes. O'Connor: I'm not saying the program will fail. McManus: No, you're just trying to guarantee it won't last. O'Connor: I'm trying to save time and money. McManus: Yeah, right. O'Connor: Fuck you Tim. Hinden: Actually, I prefer to start small. O'Connor: Oh. Hinden: So, I'll just need three good volunteers. [Em City] McManus: If you're interested, let me know. But remember this isn't a few weeks of playing fetch. You've got to be strongly motivated to participate. Now, the woman running the program will interview each potential candidate, review your files, and make her final decision. That's all. Poet: Shit, man. I don't want no dogs in here man. You know, where I grew up man, there was this Rot/Pit Bull mix. Mean mother fucker. I'm sure he had some Schillinger in him. Fucking took a chunk out of my leg. Redding: Something tells me you deserved to get bit. Hill: Yo. Maybe a dog will take my mind off my problems. I'm signing up. Alvarez: You know what? I think I'm going to apply. Ryan O'Reily: I bet these mutts are drug sniffers. Penders: Undercover dogs? Ryan O'Reily: Hey, you never know man. Alvarez: Fuck it. You know what? I'm in man. Penders: Me too. Cyril O'Reily: Ryan? Ryan O'Reily: Yo. Cyril O'Reily: Can we get a doggie? Ryan O'Reily: Not a chance. [Interview Room] (Alvarez comes in and starts petting the dog) Hinden: Come on in and sit down. Alvarez: Hey girl. Yeah. Yeah. What'd you do to get in here with us bastards, huh? Hinden: Uh, Miguel. I've looked through your file and I've got to be honest with you. You're not really suited for this program. Alvarez: Why is that? Hinden: You've got quite a history of violence. Alvaez: You read in there about the CO I blinded? Eugene Rivera? Hinden: Yeah that kind of jumped out at me. Alvaez: Well that's why you got to let me do this. It's what I owe. Just a good thing to even out all the bad, you know what I'm saying? Check this out. She already picked me. Yeah. Yeah. good girl. [Cafeteria] Penders: Oh, that's my bitch right there. Hinden: Step back a second, Penders. You don't get your bitch just yet. This isn't the city pound so I'll be assigning you your dog, which is how you'll refer to them. Alvarez: You're the bitch. Hinden: First let me run down what we're going to accomplish here. The goal is to teach them, and you, basic obedience. Penders: So what? We step out of line and you his us on the nose with a rolled up newspaper? Hinden: If I have to. Now, you'll teach the dogs come, sit, stay. The basics. But more importantly, you'll show them love and trust. For these dogs to be useful to the visually impaired they have to be comfortable not just with their owners, but with all people. And if we don't accomplish that then all you've raised is a pet just like any other schmo. Yes? Hill: These dogs, they stay with us? Hinden: Yes, in your pods. Alvarez: How do you keep them safe from the other prisoners? Hinden: Like I said. Love and trust. Alvarez: Shit. Now that's like conjugals and cigarettes. Hinden: Meaning? Alvarez: Those are two things that don't exist in Oz. (Em City. Inmates return with their dogs) Ryan O'Reily: Check it out. The boys brought their dates home. Guerra: So has your little mongrel learned about pain yet? Alvarez: You better stay the fuck away from her. Guerra: Oh, You afraid I'm going to hurt your little poochie woochie? Alvarez: No. I'm afraid she might hurt you bro. Come on girl. Come on. Get inside. [Alvarez Pod] Alvarez: This is daddy's home. Yeah. Come over here. (Hill Narrating) Hill: All Vikings were not stupid brutes. They had moments of brilliance. They were such great ship builders and sailors that Leif Eriksson and his crew landed in America first, some say traveling as far south as New York Harbor. But here's where the true brilliance comes in. They took a look, turned around, and went home. [Cafeteria] Beecher: You sent 200 letters to the station protesting the cancellation of Ms. Sally's Schoolyard. Busmalis: I wanted the programmers to see there's a groundswell of support. A grassroots demand for the show to continue. Beecher: All from the same address? Busmalis: I just got this letter from the station manager today. 'Thank you for writing blah blah. The exceptional educational value of the program blah blah. Unfortunately, Ms. Sally's schoolyard has ceased production. Beecher: Aw. I'm going to miss Ms. Sally. Busmalis: Wait. ' I'm happy to announce Whitney Allen will be appearing in a new exorcise series called Sally-cise. We hope you enjoy it. Sincerely blah.' I wonder if my Norma will have a job on the new show. Beecher: Still haven't heard from her huh? Busmalis: No. But I live in expectation. Did you get a hold of your son? Rebadow: Yes. Busmalis: And? Rebadow: And there is no and. Busmalis: But Bob, did you tell him you plan to win the lottery? That you're going to use the money to save Alex Jr. from the Leukemia? Rebadow: No. Beecher: Isn't that why you phoned him? Rebadow: Midway I decided I shouldn't get the family's hopes up. Busmalis: Your starting to doubt you picked the winning numbers. Rebadow: Or course not. My concern is, I don't know whether officer Brass actually bought the ticket for me. Officer Brass? Officer Brass? Officer Brass? Brass: What? What is it Rebadow? Rebadow: Did you buy my Mightyball ticket? Brass: What? Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. (Other Inmates start to fight and Brass leaves to break it up) [Unit B] Brass: Hey. Phelan: Dave, what are you doing here? I thought the Warden had you assigned to the cafeteria. Brass: He does. I'm on a break. Just wanted to see how you guys are doing. Phelan: I got PMS. I'm doing like shit. Schillinger: Officer Brass. Good to see you. Brass: Yeah? Why's that? Schillinger: Glynn's bringing more and more nigger COs in here every day. In my book, any pale face is a good pale face. Brass: Let me ask you something. Were you around the day I got cut? Schillnger: No. Me and Robson were on work detail. Believe me, if I'd have been here I'd have pulled that monkey off you. Brass: So you know which monkey it was? Schillinger: Who exactly no. I guarantee you this though. It wasn't a white man. Martinez: Hey Brass. Brass: Yeah. Martinez: You drink? Brass: Why? You want to go grab a couple of beers? Martinez: How about a blood, piss, shit, puke cocktail mother fucker? Brass: Ah! Ah! Son of a bitch! [Infirmary] Dr. Nathan: How you feeling, Dave? Brass: I'm fine. Can I go? Dr. Nathan: Sure. Just come back in a week or so and we'll do all your blood work. It's important that we check for everything you know. Hepatitis, TB, HIV. Just to be safe. Dave. I always feel it's not my place to say this, but when I think of what can happen if I didn't I know I'd hate myself. Brass: Say what? Dr. Nathan: Do you have a girlfriend? Or a sexual partner? Brass: Kate. Dr. Nathan: You should mention what happened. Just so she knows. Brass: You're right. It's not your place. (Solitary. Martinez and Dr. Nathan speak in Spanish as she examines him. He says since he threw shit on a guard they put him in solitary. She says then maybe he shouldn't have thrown shit on the guard. Martinez tries to touch her.) Dr. Nathan: Stop that. Officer. Smith: Problem? Dr. Nathan: He really should be in the hospital. Smith: No can do. Dr. Nathan: Look, I know he attacked one of your own, but I can't treat him properly here. Smith: I have to check with the Warden. Dr. Nathan.: Then go check. Hurry. Martinez: Gracias. (They speak more Spanish and Dr. Nathan checks Martinez over. He tries to grab her again.) Dr. Nathan: I said stop it. (He tries again and Dr. Nathan has flashbacks to her rape and begins hitting him) Dr. Nathan: I said stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! I said don't touch me! Don't touch me! What's the matter with you? [Sister Pete's office] Dr. Nathan: Martinez kept touching me and I...I had these flashes back to the rape and I...Then I just lost control. Sister Pete: Dr. Nathan: Peter Marie. I beat an injured man. Sister Pete: Yes I know. But by beating him you were finally in charge of the situation. Look, you've told me on any number of occasions that since the rape you feel adrift. Well maybe this incident today was an attempt to regain control of your life. Dr. Nathan: All I keep having are incidents like these. Are you saying I antagonize these men on purpose? Sister Pete: No. No, no, no, no. But I do think you have to answer a question I asked you when you first returned to work. Why. Why, after being beaten and violated did you chose to return to a place filled with brutal men? Dr. Nathan: I still don't know. Sister Pete: Well I think if we work on it, and if we figure it out, you'll finally start to heal. (Hill Narrating) Hill: According to Norse mythology, man was made from an ash tree, and woman from an adder. Then great God Odin gave them both life, and souls, and a place to live called Midbody which Odin created from the eyebrows of a giant he slew. Sounds almost true don't it? All of us living on the edge of an eyebrow. (Interaction) Said: Homosexuality is a perversion against Gods will. Schillinger: I agree. Said: And yet you practice sodomy yourself. Schillinger: I'm no faggot. Said: You raped Beecher. And Cyril O'Reily and God knows how many others. Schillinger: I never touched anybody. Beecher: You lying cock sucking fuck. Sister Pete: Tobias- Beecher: How can you deny what you did? Get up! Sister Pete: Tobias! Beecher: Get up! Sister Pete: Officer! Stop it! Hack: Come on! Beecher: Come on! Fuck! You fucking lying bitch! You lying fucking sack of shit. (Sister Pete's office) Schillinger: Hey there Petey. You having some shrink time? That's good. After a trauma like you went through, getting gang raped and all, it's healthy to talk about the experience. You probably shouldn't get too specific in the details though. That might not be so healthy after all. Schilbeta: Leave me alone. Schillnger: Sure. For now. Keep your sunny side up. (Protective Custody) Sister Pete: Hello Chris. How are you? Keller: Well, I tell you, being alone gives you an awful lot of time to think. I'm sitting here thinking about irony. The irony of my life. Sister Pete: I'm sorry I can't convince the Warden to let you see Beecher. He's not even allowing an exchange of letters. Keller: I tell you, it was easier being apart when I was in Massachusetts. Knowing he's in this building... Knowing that maybe he's behind that wall... You said you were going to talk to a lawyer, get a defense lawyer for me. 'Cause I tell you the only way I'm seeing Beecher is if I beat this murder rap. Sister Pete: I'll know something shortly. Meanwhile, keep the faith. Keller: Keep it where? [Sister Pete's office] McClain: Hey. Beecher: Hey. What a nice surprise. McClain: My cell phone never seems to work in here so I asked Sister Peter Marie if I could use her phone. Beecher: Uh-huh. McClain: Was talking to Freddie Rudolph about his hearing when Sister asked me to speak with another prisoner. Chris Keller. Beecher: What? Don't. McClain: Why? Beecher: Just don't. McClain: I've heard so many legends about Keller, I'm curious. Beecher: Katherine...I love you. McClain: And you love Keller right? I mean, you still love Keller don't you? Beecher: If...If you meet him...He's very seductive. You're going to fall in love with him too. McClain: I'm willing to take that chance. Besides, I can't pass up the opportunity to meet my boyfriends boyfriend. [Protective Custody] Howell: Here you go Keller. A bag of atomic fireballs per your request. Keller: Thanks Claire. You know, I always need a little something to suck on. Howell: Warden finds out I smuggled them in for you, he'll have my ass. Keller: What a great ass it is. Howell: You're bad. Keller: So spank me. Armstrong: You got a visitor Keller. Keller: Hello. McClain: I'm Katherine McClain from the Alliance for Prisoner rights. Sister Peter Marie asked me to stop by. Can we be alone? Armstrong: We'll be right outside. McClain: Did you kill those three men? Keller: You get right to the point don't you? McClain: I don't have a lot of time. Keller: I'm not afraid to die. I just want to die for the right reason. McClain: And the right reason would be? Keller: Love. McClain: We have a mutual friend. Keller: Yeah? Who? McClain: Tobias Beecher. Keller: Oh, wait. I know who you are. You're the one who tried to help Toby with his parole. McClain: Yes. Keller: Yeah, he uh...He wrote me about you. McClain: Yeah. What did he say? Keller: He loves you. McClain: Well, you'll understand my dilemma now. You see, if you fry, you're just a memory. If I get you off you and Toby will be reunited. Keller: So, now I know you'll do everything in your power to get me off. McClain: And why's that? Keller: Because if you love Toby as much as I do, then you want him to be happy. Reuniting us will make him happy. McClain: Yeah. Keller: Councilor. McClain: Did you kill those three men? Keller: No. (Flashback to Guenzel and Winthrop raping a girl) Hill: Prisoners numbers 02G561 and 02W562. Adam Gunezel and Franklin Winthrop. Convicted January 14, 2002. Rape, attempted murder in the first degree. Sentence: 28 years. Up for parole in 7. [Processing] Hack: Okay let's go. Come on. (Beecher leads Guenzel through Em City) [Beecher Pod] Beecher: That one's yours. Guenzel: This will be the first time I ever have to make my own bed. Beecher: Adam, take my word. Nothing you experienced growing up in Bryant Park has prepared you for life in Oz. I know it's hard but I'll be here for you. I promise. Your dad was my scout master for Gods sake. Guenzel: You have to understand something. That girl Franklin and I raped... We were drunk. All of us. Partying. I blacked out. I never meant to hurt her. Beecher: Yeah but you did. That's why you're standing where you're standing. Don't forget that. Ever. The guilt may keep you sane. Get settled and uh... I'll introduce you around. [Unit B] Clarence: Yo. You need a helping hand there, pretty boy? You ever sucked cock before? Schillinger: Back off Clarence. Clarence: Alright Vern. No need to get testy. Schillinger: You okay? Winthrop: He was going to rape me. Robson: Fucking nigger. Schilligner: We'll protect you from now on. You'll be safe. Winthrop: Jesus, thanks. Robson: But, like everything else in life, it's going to cost. [Cafeteria] Beecher: You've got an alcohol problem so you should join Sister Pete's...uh therapy. Guenzel: Fucking Christ. Beecher: What? Guenzel: Remember that friend Franklin Winthrop I was telling you about? Beecher: Yeah. Guenzel: That's him. (Winthrop walks in the with Aryans, wearing Make-up, etc.) Guenzel: Franklin. Robson: Your boy's next. Guenzel: Fuck. [Classroom] Beecher: I need your help. I need you to protect Adam from the Aryans. Said: I can't. Beecher: What do you mean you can't? Said: Beecher, when I stabbed Robson defending you I put a lot of my Muslim brothers in jeopardy. So I can't do that again. Certainly not over some boy who rapes and beats women. Beecher: I know Adam's no angel, but I've known him since he was a child, I know his family. I can't justify what he did. I- Said: Beecher, stop. My answer is no. [Em City] Guenzel: Well? Beecher: It's not going to work. Guenzel: Shit. Beecher: Okay. Here's what we're going to do. As a temporary stopgap you're going to go to McManus and request a stay in Protective Custody. Guenzel: Until when? Beecher: Until I can figure something else out. Fuck. (Flashback) Urbano: Mine. (Urbano shoots a man.) Urbano: Clean him up. Hill: Prisoner number 02U672. Francis Urbano, AKA Frank the Fixer. Convicted January 7, 2002. Murder in the first degree. Sentence: Life. Up for parole in 25 years. (Em City. Urbano is welcomed by the Sicilians while Beecher watches) [Infirmary] Beecher: Sister Peter Marie wanted me to drop this off for Dr. Nathan. Pancamo. You look like shit. Pancamo: I got a fever or something. Can you hand me some water? Beecher: Yeah. Sure. You know I...I know you hate the Aryans as much as I do. Right? Pancamo: More. Those Nazi fucks shanked me and raped Pete Schibetta. Beecher: Well, I've got a friend who they've threatened to rape too. I was wondering if you could do something to protect him. Lopresti: Beecher. What are you doing? Beecher: Nothing. Lopresti: Do it somewhere else. Beecher: Yes sir. What do you say? Pancamo: Done. Beecher: Thank you. [Gym] Robson: Oh, I like a man who sweats. Beecher: Leave him alone. Robson: Stay out of this prag. So there's two ways this could go precious. Kick or kiss. They both end the same. With my dick up your ass. Urbano: Not necessarily. Robson: Oh, who the fuck are you? Urbano: Who the fuck am I? (The Sicilians and Aryans fight. Beecher drags Guenzel away.) [Infirmary] Aryan: Piece of shit! Sicilian: fuck you! Robson: (something) you fucking guinea eh? [Unit B] Phelan: Lock down! Let's go. (Urbano is put in the hole) [Beecher Pod] Guenzel: Man oh man. I'm so fucking terrified. Beecher: I know. Guenzel: I mean, there were arms and legs and knives everywhere. Beecher: Yeah. Well, it's over now. Guenzel: Damn. Jesus, I didn't know which way to turn. I mean, I was so pumped. Part of me wanted to jump right in. Kick some ass. Beecher: Adam... Guenzel: I could have, you know. I could have kicked some royal ass. Fuck! (Hill Narrating) Hill: The Vikings had a code of behavior which they followed religiously. Honor and valor on the battlefield were the values that a warrior strived for. But much like the men in Oz, they had no concept of good and evil. They couldn't tell the difference. They didn't know there should be one. [Infirmary] Ryan O'Reily: Hey Gloria. I heard what happened in here. Are you okay? Dr. Nathan: I'm fine. Ryan O'Reily: That's good. Dr. Nathan: Come in. I um...I met your mother. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah I know. She told me. Dr. Nathan: She seems nice. Ryan O'Reily: She's so completely different then the woman I grew up thinking was my real mom. My other mom, Cyril's mom Tessie. That was her first name, Tessie. Growing up Tessie was always sobbing. She had good reason. You know, Cyril and me, we never gave her any cause to smile. It's crazy though. Dr. Nathan: What? Ryan O'Reily: Now that my mom is here, you know doing this community service, well she and me and Cyril, it's like we're a family you know? It's fucking great. Dr. Nathan: Ryan, have you told her anything about what went on? Between you and me. Cyril. My husband. Keenan. Ryan O'Reily: No. Uh-uh. Uh-uh. I mean she's been asking but... Dr. Nathan: Don't you think she should know? Ryan O'Reily: Why? What good would it do her knowing that shit? Dr. Nathan: You can't just present the good son side of yourself to her. Ryan O'Reily: Look Gloria. I'm in Oz. You know, I don't think my mom thinks I'm up for any sainthood. Dr. Nathan: If you want to have a real relationship with her you have to tell her the whole truth. Ryan O'Reily: Uh-uh. I can't tell her the whole truth. Dr. Nathan: Why not? Ryan O'Reily: Cause then she'll stop loving me. Dr. Nathan: I don't think so. In my experience, you don't love Ryan O'Reily by choice. [Stage] Cyril O'Reily: 'Old McDonald had a farm E-I E-I Oh Fitzgerald: Relax, relax. Cyril O'Reily: 'And on that farm he had some cars' Fitzgerald: Support here. Cars? Cyril O'Reily: E-I E-I O Fitzgerald: With a... Cyril O'Reily: 'With a vroom vroom' Ryan O'Reily: Not bad kid. Cyril O'Reily: Don't laugh. At least I'm trying. Fitzgerald: Yeah he's right. I didn't see you making any effort. Ryan O'Reily: Well I got a little something something I might bust out at the variety show. Yeah. Fitzgerald: What's that? Ryan O'Reily: You'll see. Hey ma, I want to ask you something. I think families need to be 100% honest with each other. Fitzgerald: Yeah. What, I mean if your father and I had been honest, if we'd been open, if we'd worked through our problems and all our fears maybe I wouldn't have left. Ryan O'Reily: I think about how different my life would have gone if the two of you had stayed married. Fitzgerald: Yeah, well don't...Don't romanticize it. I mean it still would have been really difficult. Ryan O'Reily: No I know that. But you know, we would have been, you know, together. Fitzgerald: Yeah. Ryan O'Reily: After we're done fucking around here I want to tell you about some of the things that I've done, you know, since I've been in Oz. And just um...I want to warn you mom. It's not pretty. Fitzgerald: Well, I wouldn't expect it to be. But it's good. Because maybe if you tell me about it it'll start to make some sense to you. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. Fitzgerald: So. What do you got? Ryan O'Reily: Just a little something something. Fitzerald: Let's see it. (Ryan O'Reily break dances) Fitzgerlad: That's great. [Em City] Kenmin: Today is the day. Chen: Yup. Kenmin: Kill them both. But if you can only get one, get Ryan. We can always whack the 'tard once the older brother's dead. Chen: There's Shupe. Shupe: Hey O'Reily. Ryan O'Reily: Not now Shupe. Shupe: It's important. Ryan O'Reily: Okay. You got 10 seconds. What is it? Shupe: I overheard Li talking to Jia. They were arguing about your mom. Ryan O'Reily: What? Shupe: Li was saying he's going to rape her. Ryan O'Reily: Fuck. Shupe: You got any tits man? Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. Cyril O'Reily: Ryan. Is that man going to hurt ma? Ryan O'Reily: Not a fucking chance Cyril. Whoa, whoa. So your boys going to hurt my mom huh? Kenmin: He's out of control O'Reily. I don't know what to do. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah well, I do. Hey. (Ryan stabs Chen. He gets knocked down and Cyril picks up the shank and stabs Chen again) [McManus's office] Ryan O'Reily: I'm telling you, he was going to rape my mother. Sister Pete: You have proof of that? Ryan O'Reily: Ask Jia. He knows all about it. Sister Pete: I will. McManus: Meanwhile, I want Cyril in solitary. Ryan O'Reily: No. McManus: Li's just the latest in a long line of people Cyril's hurt. I want him somewhere he's not going to hurt anybody else. Murphy: Hey. He's all yours. Cyril O'Reily: Ryan? Ryan O'Reily: It's going to be okay Cyril. Hack: Alright, let's go. Ryan O'Reily: Be gentle with him man. Come on. Cyril: I don't want to go. I'm sorry. (Cyril is dragged off screaming 'I'm sorry') Ryan O'Reily: You cocksucker! McManus: Save your anger O'Reily. This time we're going to go the distance. Cyril either ends up in the insane asylum or death row. Murphy: And you're going to the cage. Come on. Come on O'Reily. Let's go. Ryan O'Reily: Sister. Murphy: Come on. Ryan O'Reily: Sister you got to believe me. Sister Pete: You know, It's just possible he's telling the truth. McManus: O'Reily? The truth? I doubt it. [Solitary] Cyril O'Reily: Please. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry please. I don't want to go in there. No! No please! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. [Em City] Ryan O'Reily: Hey Jia Jia Jia. Come here. Hey come here. Hey look, you got to go to McManus and tell him that Li was going to rape my mom okay? Kenmin: I got nothing to say O'Reily. Ryan O'Reily: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey Jia. Jia come on. come on, come on. You got to do that for me man. You got to tell him. Kenmin: Your brother's going to die. They're going to fry his white ass and I'm going to be sitting in the front row laughing my balls off. You fucking Mick. Ryan O'Reily: But you- You fucking chink mother fucker! You fucking kidding me? You're fucking dead Jia! You're fucking dead you monkey! You little fucking bitch! You're fucking dead! You're fucking dead you fucking chink mother fucker! [Glynn's office] Glynn: You wanted to see me? Redding: Yeah Warden. Nice place you got here. Glynn: What do you want Redding? Redding: Control of the cafeteria. Glynn: The Sicilians run the cafeteria. Redding: Yeah, but Chucky Pancamo's still in the hospital. Pete Schibetta, Psych ward. The place is out of control. Gynn: And you think you can pull the operation back together? Redding: Well, most of those guys are friends of mine. Most of them are black. And they don't take too kindly to kowtowing to the degos. Glynn: I let Adebisi call the shots in the cafeteria. It was a disaster. Redding: I ain't Adebisi am I? Glynn: The truth is, there have been a lot of fuck ups all the way back to the gas explosion. Alright Redding. Going to give you a chance. Officer. Redding: One more thing. I'd appreciate if you got them Sicilians out of there. Glynn: Sure. Redding: Much obliged. (Flashback to Eugenia Hill.) Eugenia Hill: Augustus. Augustus. [Em City] Beecher: Augustus. Where's your dog? Hill: She's in my pod. I don't feel like playing with her right now. Beecher: Thinking about your mother? Hill: Yeah. Believe it or not it's going to take more then a few weeks for me to get over her death. Beecher: That's not what I meant. Hill: I just keep picturing her trying to figure out which way is up. Fucking bus rolls. She hated closed spaces, being trapped. Freaked her out. Now she's trapped forever in some cheap ass coffin. Beecher: You've got to move beyond that. Hill: Fuck you, Beecher. Beecher: I know what you're feeling. I buried my son. You know, this may sound strange but you got to work those images. Your mind's already taken your mother from the bus to the grave. Now keep going. You got to picture her body under the ground rotting away. Hill: Get the fuck out of my- Beecher: Listen to me. You have to imagine your mother decaying. The maggots eating away her flesh leaving nothing but the bone. You got to hear the coffin splinter. You got to smell the dirt falling though the cracks. Hill: And why the fuck would I want to do that? Beecher: To let your mother go. Right now she's defined by her death. This is the only way to lose that horror of what happened and move on to everything good about her. Hill: I can't, you fuck. All I can see is the fucking bus. Just take a walk Beecher. Beecher: Augustus- Hill: Take a fucking walk. Jesus. [Pod] Poet: Damn. Shit man. Yeah. Yeah come on in. Hill: Give me some. Poet: Some of this? Hill: Yeah. Poet: Word. Why the change in (something)? Hill: I need a consolation prize. Poet: Yeah. Welcome back. Yo dude, this mother fucker ain't done tits in like, years. Yeah there you go. Go get it. Yeah. (Flashback to the bus rolling down the hill) [Stage] Fizgerald: Swing low sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home. Swing low sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. White: You uh...You expect me to sing like that? Fitzgerald: No. No Omar. I just...I want you to enjoy it as much as I do. White: I never thought I'd say this, but um...I do. I think I really do. Fitzgerald: Good. Good. White: I mean, you know the last couple of lessons, they, they were slamming. I mean they, they rocked. Fitzgerald: Oh. Oh. Looks like times up. White: I'll catch you later, teach. Fitzgerald: Okay. Practice. White: Yo. How's it hanging Bubba? Swing low, sweet charriot Bust my nut to the bone [Em City] White: Swing low Sweet chariot- Murphy: Omar, Omar, Omar. Your lesson's over. White: Hey, I got a song in my heart. You ain't going to begrudge me that. Murphy: All I'm asking you Omar, is to keep the song in your heart. Guerra: Yo White. You take requests? White: Sure mother fucker. What you want to hear? Guerra: Shut the fuck up. White: I will not fight. I will not fight. Guerra: See if you can sing now mother fucker. Said: Leave him alone Guerra. Guerra: Or what? Murphy: All right, break up the square dance. Come on. As in right fucking now. Guerra: Tell Mr. Bo Jangles, keep his fucking trap shut. Murphy: Get the fuck out of here now. Move it. White: That was some pretty good looking out there. Said: Stay out of trouble Omar. White: Yo. Hey, hey wait. Let me tell you something. Now look, for the first time in my life me and trouble ain't even on speaking terms. Said: Then what was that with Guerra? White: He stepped to me, you saw that. Said: Stop the finger pointing Omar. All the blame lies with you, and therefore with me. And I am not going to have it. White: Minister Said. I got to practice. Practice...Practice is going to make me perfect. Said: Then when trouble comes, run away. White: It ain't going to help my reputation up here in Oz- Said: The only person your reputation matters with is me. And the moment you forget that you go straight back to solitary. Now do you understand me? Do you understand me? White: Swing low Sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home [McManus's office] McManus: What's up? Said: Omar White. He's following instructions without to much whining. I have managed to keep him clean. The singing... It seems to have focused him. It's just... McManus: He's driving you crazy. Said: No. The problem is, he's catching a lot of flack from the other inmates. They're harassing him, and he may get hurt. There is only so much that I can do. He doesn't have anywhere else to practice except in my pod. McManus: Which is when he drives you crazy. Said: Yes. I don't know if there are any other options. I want to support him as much as I can, but I need to bring silence, McManus. McManus: Okay, okay. Let me do some math okay? Said: Thank you. [Em City] White: Coming for to carry me... Coming for-Coming for to carry me home. Swing low- McManus: Omar. Let's take a walk. White: I fuck up? McManus: No. Nothing like that. So I hear you're singing up a storm. White: Yeah I know. I mean, who would've thunk it right? I'm like an Omar Barry White. You want to hear a few bars and shit? McManus: Not right now. As a matter of fact Omar, neither does anybody else. White: Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, hold on. You...first you encourage me to do this shit right? Now you want me to stop? McManus: Follow me. [Hallway] White: Where we going? Glynn's taking me to Gen pop and shit? McManus: Calm down. We're almost there. White: Hey what the fuck is this man? Shit. Hey, yo McManus, I ain't with this shit alright? Oh, no man. You ain't going to make me mop and shit again- McManus: Omar, Omar if you would just shut up a fucking second, I think that you'll be pleased. [Janitors Closet] White: No shit. Damn boy. McManus: You'll practice in here. One hour each day. White: Damn. You alright McManus. You a straight up mother fucking humdinger boy. McManus: Yeah, yeah. That's me. Humdinger. [Cafeteria] Redding: I heard you got your own little private practice shack. You ready to do a little slinging for me? White: Slinging? Slinging what? What, you mean like selling drugs? No, no. I can't. I can't. I can't risk that now. Redding: Ah. See that's not the answer I was looking to hear from you. Now here's how it's going to work. I'm going to give you the stash, and you move it on to my man Reggie and he moves it on over to Unit C, and if you got a problem with that then you going to have a bigger problem with me. So I'm going to ask you one more time. Are you ready to do some slinging with me? White: Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it. Fine. Fine. Redding: Take it. And Omar, if I find out you been using some of that shit there ain't going to be enough left of you to sweep up the floor. White: Believe me Redding, this time I actually want to stay clean. Redding: Yeah, well. Miracles do happen. [Janitors Closet] White: Swing low sweet chariot Coming for to carry me... Coming...Coming for to carry me home. You Reggie? Rawis: Who the fuck else you think going to be knocking? Destiny's Child? White: Yo, that was some rhetorical shit alright? Rawis: If rhetorical means dumb as fuck you got that right. White: You ain't too big on the small talk is you, brother? Rawis: Business is business. White: Yeah. well, pleasure's better. Rawis: Later. Fucking Rhetorical. [Em City] White: Yo Burr. Redding: Good work. Never let it be said that I ain't a patron of the arts. [Said Pod] White: Woo boy. Tough day at the office, Jack. How was yours? Yo yo what...what you doing? Said: Omar. Please. White: What? Said: Be quiet. White: Yeah, I'm just trying to wind down and shit, you know what I'm saying? Said: Well wind down in silence. White: Yo, what's eating you? Is it something I did or something? What? Said: Omar. Now, you may be my latest concern but you are certainly not my only one. so Please, please, please. Leave me in peace. [Library] Lalar: Good Morning Imam. Preparing for tomorrows lecture? Said: No. Arif: Music Appreciation in Theory? Said: That's right. Arif: What about us Minister? I understand our faith does not discourage in its improvement of others, but it also mandates that our leader lead. We're concerned that Omar White is becoming too much of a distraction. Said: We? Lalar, you concur? Lalar: Look.... Said: Lalar, do you feel spiritually adrift now that I've taken somebody else under my wing? Lalar: Imam, I...I just- Robson: Aw, Lookie here. Hewie, Dooie, and Jiggabooie are having a little lesson. Said: Lalar, get back. Now. Arif. Let's go. Robson: I hope it was something I said. I hear the Serengeti, where these nigs are from, you know how you send a message to a leader of the pack? You kill the youngest and the weakest of the herd. Inmate: I seen that. On those wildlife shows. Robson: Well, I think it's time we do a little big game hunting. (Hill Narrating) Hill: The Vikings eventually got civilized, became Christians. They're now the Danes, the Norwegians, the Swedes. What's ironic is, despite all them war loving genes in their system, Norway now gives out the Nobel Peace Prize. I guess a people can change if they put their collective minds to it. (Mailroom. Robson and another Inmate grab Lalar) Robson: Pretty cushy gig for a jig. Trusting you around all this merchandise. I mean, how are we to know that you're not stealing shit? Guess we better open you up and check. (Robson starts cutting Lalar) Robson: Nope. Nothing there. Inmate: Maybe in his arm. Robson: Maybe. Aw, strike fucking 2. Well Lalar, I recommend you get comfortable. This could take a little while. (Robson keeps cutting Lalar while Lalar screams)