A Town Without Pity Written by Tom Fontana [The box.] Hill: Some big high-roller once said, "The business of America is business." And I'm happy to report the criminal justice business is booming. With heavy industry headed South, small towns are battling for contracts to build correctional facilities. [Cafeteria.] Hill (VO): Who'd have thunk it? Nice, upstanding citizens begging to have rapists, drug dealers and murderers right in their own backyard. Said: How is your brother? Ryan: The doctor said he's fully recovered from the overdose. They're gonna keep him in the hospital overnight for observation, but Cyril's gonna be fine. Said: Praise Allah. Schillinger: Hey, O'Reily. Sorry to hear about your girlfriend. Robson: Who's his girlfriend, Adebisi? Schillinger: Dr. Nathan. Yeah, she took a leave of absence. Apparently she almost choked to death when our boy Ryan, here, came in her mouth. Ryan: Fuck you! (He throws a tray of food at Schillinger. They fight until COs break it up.) Ryan: Bring it on! Schillinger: Fuck you! Ryan: What the fuck are you cuffing me for? I didn't start shit! Howell: Shut your fucking face, O'Reily! Ryan: Eat me, you goddamned clit! (Howell hits him in the stomach.) Howell: I'll take this one. (She takes Ryan off into a bathroom. Another CO takes Schillinger away.) Ryan: Fuck you! [Bathroom.] Ryan: Are you crazy? Goddamn it, fuck! Howell: Just stay down. Stay the fuck down. Ryan: Blow me. Howell: Again? (Kisses Ryan.) Ryan: Yeah. (Howell goes down on him.) Ryan: Oh, fuck. [Protective Custody.] Querns: Rabbi. So, feeling better? Stanislofsky: A dead man needs to cover all his options. Querns: You sure you're a dead man? Stanislofsky: Mr. Querns, sometime after you send me back to Em City, a day, a week, maybe, O'Reily will have found a way to kill me. Querns: I like you, Stanislofsky. I don't know why, but I do. I can let you stay up here for a few more days. Stanislofsky: What good is going to come of that? Death is inevitable. Querns: Not necessarily. I plan to have a talk with your old pal, Ryan O'Reily. [Em City. Unit manager's office.] Querns: You know, I'm trying to eliminate violence from Em City. Ryan: And doing an amazing job, sir. Querns: Cut the crap! When Stanislofsky returns, if anything happens to him, I mean anything, he cuts himself shaving, I'm holding you responsible. Ryan: Hoyt's got the hots for Stanislofsky, not me. Quern: I don't care. You're responsible. Understand? Ryan: Uh-huh. If Nikolai gets hurt when he gets back to Em City, my ass is grass. Querns: Right. Now, get lost. [Bathroom.] (Ryan and Howell fuck.) Ryan: Claire? Howell: Yeah? Ryan: Baby? Howell: Yeah? Ryan: Hey, how much do you love me? Howell: Oh, plenty. Ryan: Yeah, enough to do anything I ask? Howell: Yeah. Ryan: That a girl. [Em City. O'Reily pod.] (Howell brings in Cyril. Ryan: Cyril, hey! How ya doin', huh? You okay? You feelin' better? Cyril: Yes. Ryan: Good. Howell: O'Reily? Ryan: Mm-hmm. Howell: That certain someone you asked me to inquire about? Ryan: Yeah. Howell: He's coming back to Em City tomorrow. Ryan: Stay right there. Shit. Howell: Ready for this? He asked Querns for a favour. Ryan: What? Howell: He wants to take a bath. Ryan: There's no bathtubs in Oz. Howell: Hospital therapy room. Ryan: That's perfect. You know what to do, right? [Hospital therapy room.] Howell: I'm here to pick up Stanislofsky. Thanks. You almost done? Stanislofsky: Five minutes, please. I'm enjoying myself. Howell: I'll bet I can help you enjoy yourself even more. (She puts her hand in the bathtub and jerks him off.) Stanislofsky: Ah, that's good. (Speaks Russian.) Howell: How's that? Stanislofsky: It was never like this in gulag. Howell: You men are all alike. So quick, so easily satisfied. Most of you don't know dick about making a woman happy. Ryan O'Reily does. Stanislofsky: Oh, really? Howell: Here's a small token of his affection. Stanislofsky: What is this? Howell: A rubber duckie. Stanislofsky: Rubber duckie? (Howell drops a hair dryer into the tub.) Howell: Call the medic, I think the Russian guy's dead. [Em City. Quad.] Ryan: Hey, Mr. Querns. I heard about Stanislofsky. That's weird. The guy dies before he gets back to Em City? Querns: Yeah. (Howell walks by and she and Ryan exchange winks.) [Death Row.] Miles: Picasso, bend over. (Schillinger arrives with the mail cart.) Schillinger: Hey, Miles, special delivery. Miles: Paints, thank fucking Christ, I'm almost out. Schillinger: It's coming along real nice. Miles: Nice? This is a masterpiece of 21st century art. This wall should be in the Louvre. (Schillinger throws Moses' mail through the bars.) Moses: Hey, Schillinger. Next time, try handin' them to me. Schillinger: Fuck you.. (Tidd arrives with lunch trays.) Tidd: Lunch. Moses: Hey, what you got, Leroy? Tidd: Chicken nuggets. Moses: Again? Don't you niggers know how to shake 'n bake anything else? Tidd: Yo, we've got state dietary guidelines to follow, dog. Miles: Careful! You spilled my nuggets! Tidd: Fuck you. LoPresti: Time to go, Dyell. Miles: Go? Where's he goin'? LoPresti: Meeting with his lawyer. Miles: You still trying to appeal your death sentence, black boy? Moses: Fuck you, bitch. Miles: Hell, man, they ain't never gonna let you off. Moses: No one's asking your opinion, asshole. LoPresti: Yeah, Miles, give your mouth a rest, okay? [Meeting room.] Lawyer: Judge Fee has denied our appeal. Moses: Shit. Shit, shit, shit! (He kicks a chair.) LoPresti: Is there a problem? Lawyer: He's fine, Officer, we're fine. Moses: So what's next? Lawyer: We go to the State Supreme Court and appeal the appellate court's decision. Moses: How long is that gonna take? Lawyer: Given the court's current caseload, I'd say at least a year. Moses: A year? Dawn, I can't sit up on Death Row another day, much less a fucking year! Lawyer: I didn't create the system, Moses, I just wallow in it. Moses: Can't you drop some speed on the process? Lawyer: I don't even know if they're going to hear our case. Chief Justice Ginther, who was appointed by James Devlin, tends to turn a deaf ear to anything he considers soft on crime. Moses: So, what you're saying is I'm fucked. Lawyer: What I'm saying is time may be on our side. Rumour is, Ginther's got prostate cancer. He dies, retires, a new Chief might look at the death penalty differently. Moses: And meanwhile? Lawyer: Meanwhile, you're alive for at least another year. Make the best of a bad situation. Miles (VO): Hey, Dyell, [Death Row.] Miles: You know how I'm always calling you 'black boy'? Well, while you were downstairs with your legal beagle, I thought, "Shit, there's a whole bunch of other names I can use." "Nigger," of course, or "coon." "Jigaboo," "spear chucker," "schwatze," "mulonian." But, I settled on "negro". Negro! It's got a kind of simplicity. Negro is the Spanish word for blacks, a negro. Negro, negro, negro, negro, negro, negro, negro, negro. (Moses starts to dig at the wall between the cells.) [FB to Zabitz's crime.] Chef: Idiot! Move out of the way, idiot! It goes like this, faster! See this? Now, move! (Zabitz picks up hot frying pan and throws the contents on the chef, who screams.) Zabitz: Crybaby. Zabitz (VO): Prisoner number 96Z- [The box.] Zabitz: 858, Eli Zabitz. Hill: Convicted April 1st, 1996. Aggravated assault. Sentence, nine years. Up for parole in six. [Library.] Keller: Zabitz. Zabitz: Oh, Keller! Keller: Where you going? Zabitz: I gotta be somewhere. Keller: No, you gotta be right here with me. Zabitz: Yeah, yeah, okay. Keller: How are your daughter's teeth? Zabitz: Oh, I'm proud to say every one is now a pearl. Keller: I'm glad. That makes me happy that you're able to provide dental care before you die. Zabitz: Die, I'm not - Jesus, Keller! Keller: Shh. Why don't you just sit down and shut the fuck up. Now, you told Tobias Beecher that I killed his kid. Zabitz: Yeah, but Schillinger made me do it. Keller: Shh, shh, shh. Regardless, soon you're gonna be joining your ancestors. Zabitz: If you're gonna do it, why tell me? Keller: So you can get your affairs in order, and to watch you sweat. [Unit B.] Zabitz: Are you listening to me? Keller says he's gonna whack me. Schillinger: Will you get off my back? You're ruining my concentration. Zabitz: Listen, you gotta protect me. Because if you don't protect me, I'm going to the hacks and I'm gonna tell them that you paid me to lie to Beecher. Schillinger: Lower your voice. (takes a shot) You see what you made me do? You are fucking up my game, here. Zabitz: Your game, huh? This is my life we're talking about! Schillinger: Look, I said I'd protect you from Keller, I'll protect you, okay? Zabitz: Okay. Schillinger: Now, buzz off. (Zabitz leaves.) Jesus. I thought the Jews were supposed to be tough. Robson: Hmm, that's just the Israelis. Schillinger: Kill him. I'm gonna take that shot again. [Supply room.] Keller: Hello, Eli. You know, that room really isn't that safe. I got stabbed here once myself. Zabitz: Fuck, Keller, no! (Robson enters.) Oh, thank god. Get him! Robson: Schillinger wants you dead. Zabitz: What? Fuck! Keller: Robson, this is my kill. Robson: Take a fucking walk, Keller. Zabitz: Please, please don't kill me! Please! (He collapses.) Keller: Later. Robson: Later. [Unit B.] Schillinger: He dead? Robson: Heart attack. Schillinger: (laughs) Jesus. I told him you gotta watch that red meat. [Em City. Laundry Room.] (Toby is making out with another prisoner. Said sees him.) Said: Beecher! (The other prisoner leaves.) Toby: I'll see ya. Said: You know, you used to be addicted to alcohol, then heroin. But this obsession, that's the worst, and the most dangerous. Hey, I'm talking to you! Toby: Oh, I like it when you're rough. Said: You're a slut, Beecher. You'll sleep with anyone. Toby: (laughs) So? Said: So, how does that sex make you feel? You feel better about yourself? Toby: No, worse. Said: Then why do it? Toby: Because at least I'm feeling something. I prefer to be happy, but self- hate'll do in a pinch. Said: Don't hate yourself. Toby: Why not? My son is dead 'cause of me. My daughter's a mess 'cause of me. And Keller - Keller doesn't love me. But I tried this new detergent. It really seems to get the whites clean. [Gym.] Father Ray: Hello, Chris. I'm here about Beecher. Keller: Yeah, I get a half-hour in the gym. You're eatin' into my time. Father Ray: Will you just hear me out, please? The man is dying inside. Keller: Well, that's not on me. Father Ray: I'm not blaming you. I'm asking you for your help to turn him around. The two of you had a relationship. You had an intimate relationship. Keller: Oh, come on, Father, you can say it. We fucked each other up the ass, in the mouth. Father Ray: No, no, not the fucking, the love. The two of you loved each other. Now, I know that that is all over now. But still, if you had any real feelings for him, I can't believe that you would sit by and watch what's happening. Keller: He tried to kill me. (FB to Toby attacking Keller.) Toby: You murdered my son! Keller: And my relationship with Beecher, it started in brutality and that's where it's ended. Love was the smallest part. Father Ray: I don't really believe that you believe that. Keller: You don't? Well, where do you live, Father? Where do you live? Father Ray: In a rectory at St. Margaret's. Keller: In a rectory? Only men live there, right? Father Ray: Yeah. Keller: You share common experiences, a common belief. You accept each other's eccentricities, flaws. Some flaws are unacceptable, like, say, one priest wants to fuck another. Father Ray: Oh, Keller! Keller: You said "hear me out". I mean, I'm just asking for the same courtesy. Father Ray: Okay. Keller: Unless, of course, I'm hitting too close to home. You never have, have you? Father Ray: What? Keller: Fucked a fellow priest? Father Ray: No. Keller: Ever wanted to? Father Ray: No. Keller: Oh, come on, you share a bathroom together, you walk in and some seminarian's tight little ass is hanging out - Father Ray: Keller, I see what you're up to. Keller: You want me to do the honourable thing, the selfless thing, say, "I'll help Beecher out." Hey, Mukada, we're in Oz, and like I said, other rules apply. Now, according to the code we got here, I'm not expected to save Beecher. Fuck, I'd be breaking that code if I did. Father Ray: It only takes one man to change the way things are. Keller: Yeah? Well, I'm not that man. [The box.] Hill: Seven out of ten inmates are from cities, but 90% of the prisons themselves are in rural areas. You know, farmland, hillsides, forests. Now, you'd think such bucolic surroundings would have a calming effect on those inside. But no. Out in the wild, things only get wilder. [Sister Pete's office.] Father Ray: Tobias, we have bad news. Toby: Bad news? Gee, that's a change. Father Ray: Hank Schillinger got off on the murdering and the kidnapping charges. Toby: What? You mean he's free? Father Ray: Yes. Evidently, when the arrest was made, the police didn't do something that they were supposed to do and the judge just let Hank go free. Toby: On a technicality? Father Ray: Yeah. Toby: What happens next? Father Ray: Nothing. There's nothing that can be done. Toby: Okay. Sister Pete: Tobias, aren't you going to stay and talk about this? Toby: If there's nothing to be done, what is there to talk about? Sister Pete: Your anger. Toby: Sister, you do not want to see my anger. My anger is massive, all- encompassing. Sister Pete: I'm not afraid. Toby: Fine. Where the fuck have you been during all this shit? Father Ray: Tobias! Toby: What? Sister Pete: Let him talk! Toby: I thought you actually cared, but only when it doesn't get in the way of your own fucking bullshit. You are nothing but a selfish cunt. Now can I go? Sister Pete: Yes, but think about something. There's only one person who really matters in all of this and it's your daughter Holly. Holly needs your strength. She needs her father! [Visitors Room.] Hank: (to pretty black visitor) What is your name? Schillinger: Hank? Hank: Yo, dad. Schillinger: "Yo?" What kind of talk is that? Hank: Right, right. I was shittin' in my pants. I thought the Feds had me by the balls. Schillinger: They can't touch you, son. Hank: Do you have anymore cash? I was thinkin' of going to Miami. Schillinger: Leaving town? Hank: For a while. Schillinger: I was hoping we'd get to spend some time together. Hank: Well, yeah, yeah, when I come back, we'll do the father-son thing. So what do you say? Can you give me some more money? Schillinger: Sure, anything you need. Hank: Cool. [Sister Pete's office.] Sister Pete: I've arranged with the Warden for you to have regular visits with your daughter. We've spoke to your parents and they've agreed to bring Holly here three times a week. Twice after school and Saturdays. You and she need the time together. You need time to heal. (Schillinger arrives with the mail cart.) Schillinger: Mail. (Toby attacks him.) Sister Pete: Stop them! (COs break them up.) Toby: I'm gonna kill you, motherfucker! Schillinger: Well, I guess you heard the good news about Hank. Sister Pete: Oh, stop that! Toby: Cocksucker, you fucking cocksucker! Sister Pete: Take him to Em City! Toby: You wait, you fucking wait! Schillinger: Wowee, got quite a temper, hasn't he? [Em City. Upper level.] Prisoner: Yo, what do you want? Toby: I'd like to have a chat with Mr. Pancamo. Prisoner: A chat? Let me see if he's in a chatting mood. Toby: Nice shirt. Prisoner: You can go in. Toby: Mr. Pancamo, thank you for seeing me. Pancamo: I have to admit, I'm intrigued. You and me ain't exactly paisans. Toby: I need you to arrange something. Pancamo: Drugs? Toby: No. Two of my children were kidnapped, my son, Gary, was killed. Pancamo: Yeah, I heard. Toby: Schillinger's son, Hank, did it, but the bastard got off on a legal technicality. Pancamo: That sucks. Toby: He's out free, while my son lies rotting in the ground. I want Hank Schillinger dead. Pancamo: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Are you asking me to set up the hit? Toby: Yes. Pancamo: Well, how do I know this isn't some kind of a sting operation? You working with the hacks to fuck me over? Toby: The only proof I have is this: While you're taking care of Hank, I'm gonna kill his father. Pancamo: Okay, you got a deal. A thousand for me, a thousand for the job. Cash. Toby: Okay. [Em City. Beecher's pod.] Said: Hey. You gonna see your daughter? Toby: Yup. The first time since the kidnapping. Said: That'll be good for her, and for you. Listen, I saw you talking with Pancamo. Toby: You saw me with Pancamo? Said: Yeah. It doesn't take a Rhodes scholar to figure out what's in play. You're gonna have Hank Schillinger killed, aren't you? What's the matter, aren't you gonna deny it? You know, you killed Andrew, Schillinger's son. He killed Gary, your son. Now you wanna kill Hank? Beecher, when is all this madness going to end? Toby: When I kill Schillinger. Said: And then you will end up on Death Row. And what good are you gonna be to your daughter then? Toby: What good am I to her now? [Children's visiting room.] Toby: Holly? (She runs into his arms.) Oh, baby, how are you doing? Oh, it's so good to see you. Let me take a look at you. My beautiful girl. (FB to visit with Gary, Gary's coffin, Andrew lying dead in solitary, Hank and Vern.) [Em City. Classroom.] Toby: I love my daughter. Said: I know you do. Toby: I only want the best for her. Said: Of course. Toby: She shouldn't have to carry the weight of my mistakes. [Em City. Quad.] Toby: Excuse me, Mr. Pancamo? Pancamo: Hey, Beecher, thanks for the prompt payment. I wish others lived by your example. Toby: Look, I have thought it over and I've changed my mind. I want to call off the hit on Hank Schillinger. Pancamo: That's fine. Except for one little thing: You're too late. Toby: He's dead. Pancamo: Bullet right through the brain. Toby: Oh, shit. Pancamo: But don't worry, they're never gonna find the body, never in a million years. Hank Schillinger has simply disappeared. [Ad Seg.] CO: Time to go home, Rebadow. (Hands him his clothes.) [Em City. Unit manager's office.] Querns: Since I took over this unit, violence has decreased by 92%. 92%! That statistic would be higher but for you, Rebadow, trying to shank Busmalis in the middle of the night. Rebadow: I'm very sorry, sir, and I assure you that nothing like that will happen again. Querns: Good, because if it does, I'm sending you to Gen Pop, where they'll eat your ass for lunch. Take off. [Em City. Quad.] (A CO leads Rebadow to his pod.) Morales: You feel better now? Guerra: Hey, killer. Browne: Dog in the house. Adebisi: Watch out, Busmalis! (In the pod.) Busmalis: If you come at me, I'm ready to go down fighting. Rebadow: No, no, no. I apologize, Agamemnon. I don't know what came over me. I - it was like I was possessed, or something. I ask for your forgiveness. Busmalis: Well - Rebadow: Please? (He cries out in pain and falls to the floor.) Stop! Just stop! Stop talking! [Em City. Entrance.] Busmalis: Mr. Querns, sir, did the doctors figure out what's wrong with Rebadow? Querns: Brain tumor. Busmalis: Oh, my god. Querns: They're shipping him off to Benchley Memorial for emergency surgery. Busmalis: Before he goes, may I see him? Querns: No. Busmalis: He wanted me to shake his hand, I didn't shake his hand. Please, can I see him? Querns: No. [Infirmary.] Paramedic 1: We're here to pick up Robert Rebadow. Nurse: Over there. Rebadow: Hey, stop that! Leave me alone. Leave me alone! Paramedic 1: Relax, pop. Rebadow: I want somebody I know to go with me. Paramedic 2: On three: one, two, three. Rebadow: I don't know you. Dr. Nathan. Dr. Nathan! Busmalis! Busmalis! Mama! Mama! Mama! [Em City. Night.] (In his pod, Busmalis starts to dig another tunnel.) [The box.] Hill: The Census Bureau counts prisoners just like they count everybody else. But, the Census Bureau considers prisoners as residents of the township where the prison is located, not where they lived before they got convicted. "So what?" you say. The state uses these numbers to determine where financial aid like poverty funds are spent. Some rinky-dink town upstate gets a big, fat cheque, while the inner city, where the money would keep people from committing crimes, gets zippety-doo-dah. The Census is senseless. [Em City. Classroom.] Poet: Y'all wanted to see me? Pancamo: Yeah, Adebisi's got a bug up his ass about your friend, Mobay. Adebisi: I don't like him. Morales: Mobay's filled his quota. He's brought us five new customers. Leave him the fuck alone. Adebisi: Which customers? Look, Tidd and Browne, they give us the name of their new babies. Mobay, only knows them by face. Allah: You actually seen him sell tits to anybody? Poet: No, no. Pancamo: We got the cash, who cares? Allah: He could be undercover. Pancamo: With the amount of shit he shoves up his nose, no fucking chance. Adebisi: Look, the next time he sells, I want you by his side. By his side! Poet: Alright. You got it. Morales: This hand sucks, man. [Warden's office.] Mobay: They insist on watching me sell the drugs to somebody. Only I can't legally do that, so either way, I'm fucked. Glynn: Unless - call your lieutenant. Have him bring in another undercover detective. You sell the drugs to another cop, nobody gets hurt. Mobay: Warden, that's genius! Glynn: If I'm such a genius, how come I can't pick out a poster? I mean, none of them look like me. [Cafeteria.] (Mobay sells the drugs, with Poet watching.) Pancamo: See, I told you Mobay's okay. [Interrogation room.] McGorry: Bruno Gergan fell down an elevator shaft. Hill: Yeah, freak accident. McGorry: No, he was pushed. (FB to Gergan's 'accident'.) Hill: Really? McGorry: I'm here to find out who murdered him. Any suggestions? Hill: Nope. McGorry: You never saw Gergan have any confrontations with anybody? Hill: No. McGorry: And, you, you never had any confrontations with him yourself? Hill: No. McGorry: Now, you see, that's not what I heard. Hill: Look, lady, you can keep excavating, but there are no secrets buried in my brain. McGorry: I'll be back. (She leaves.) (Outside.) Glynn: Anything? McGorry: Yeah, this one knows something. I'm gonna let him sit there alone for a while, see what percolates. [Em City. Hill-Mobay pod.] Mobay: Where you been? Hill: With a homicide detective, avoiding her questions. Mobay: Relax, she don't know nothing. Hill: You ain't got no guilt about what you did, do you? Mobay: Guilt? Hill: We are both of us the same, Mobay, cop killers. Except every single day, I wish I could take back what I'd done. Mobay: Gergan was a monster. Hill: Yeah. It takes a monster to kill a monster, right? Mobay: I guess so. [Em City. Phone room.] Allah: Peace, black man. Arif: You wishing me peace? Move out of my way. Browne: You ain't going nowhere. Allah: I see you went to Adebisi, asked him to grease me. Is that any way for a brother to act towards another brother? Arif: Move. Allah: I could kill you right now. Arif: But you won't, because Adebisi promised Querns, no violence in Em City. Move. Allah: Okay, Arif. But, watch where you walking. You wouldn't want to get from something falling down from the sky, now would you? [Prisoner distribution centre.] CO: Alright, everybody, let's go! (Leads new prisoners out.) Said: Do you need something? Arif: Yes. Imam, I have committed a great sin. Said: I am no longer the Imam. Arif: I have failed. I have disgraced myself, and our faith. And because of my blindness, we are all in danger. Said: I know. Arif: Lead us, Kareem. Said: No. Arif: Stop hiding from who you are. Stop hiding from who God wants you to be. In the name of Allah, I ask you, lead us. [Em City. Quad.] Prisoners: Oh, Miss Sally. Miss Sally, I love you. CO: Attention! The following prisoners are being transferred to Unit B. 94D696, Downing, 98M922, Masters, 96Z506, Zonioni. Get your stuff, and follow Officer Howell out. Howell: Let's go, ladies! Keller: More white guys leaving Em City. Pancamo: They're white, but they ain't guys. Keller: Still, it's looking pretty dark around here. Prisoner: Oh, Miss Sally. [FB to Browne's crime.] (Browne drags a torso along a meat hook.) Browne: Prisoner number 00B563, Raymond Browne. Hill: AKA "Mondo" Browne. Convicted April 10th, 2000, murder in the first degree. Sentence, 27 years. Up for parole in 11. [Em City. Quad.] Browne: Fuck you, man. Prisoner: Fuck you, nigger. (Browne punches him, and the other prisoners join in.) CO: Everybody settle down! Everybody settle down! Browne: What the fuck do you want to do? Pancamo: I'm a patient man, I'll fucking wait! CO: Take Zanghi to the hole! Pancamo: What do you mean? He didn't do a fucking thing, Johnson, and you know it. CO: I heard him say "nigger", he provoked Browne. Pancamo: That's bullshit! CO: Back away, Pancamo. Pancamo: Fuck all you guys! (The CO, Johnson, hits Pancamo. Other COs drag Pancamo off.) CO: Break this up, break it up! [Em City. Adebisi's pod.] (Prisoners are drinking, taking drugs, and dancing. All are being videotaped.) Adebisi: That's right, do it, baby. Slowly, slowly! Kiss my foot, lick it. (Pancamo and Morales approach outside. They knock and Adebisi comes out.) Adebisi: Hello, boys. Pancamo: We gotta talk. Adebisi: So talk. Morales: What the fuck are you doing? We're your partners. You think you're gonna fuck us over and we're just gonna take it up the ass? Adebisi: Morales, nobody wants your ass. Pancamo: Johnson hits me with his fucking stick, throws Zanghi in the hole. That ain't the fucking deal, Adebisi. Morales: Besides, it's been 10 days since we've seen any green. You pocketing the profits? Adebisi: No, there's plenty of profits. But, there's been a change in the organization. Morales: How so? Adebisi: Well, you know, we three were partners, and now we're not. Morales: What? Adebisi: I don't need you boys anymore. Morales: You lookin' to start a war? Adebisi: Now, if there was a war, you'd lose. Look around. See all these faces? They match mine. No, boys, there won't be any war. Pancamo: And why the fuck not? Adebisi: Because you and your pal are about to take a little holiday over to Unit B. Morales: What? When? Adebisi: Oh, look. I would say now. CO: Come on. Adebisi: Hey, I'm gonna miss you. Pancamo: Yeah. Adebisi: Say "hi" to Schillinger for me, huh? [Em City. Quad.] (The Sicilians and Hispanics are led away.) Querns: As you can see, we have some more prisoner transfers, including trustees Pancamo and Morales. So, I'm naming Supreme Allah and Poet to replace them as trustees. (Prisoners cheer.) [Em City. Shower room.] Adebisi: Said, Said. I told you. I told you to join me, hmm? But, you never listen, you never listen. You know what? That is what is gonna kill you in the end. Said: And what's gonna kill you, Adebisi? AIDS or an OD? Adebisi: Don't worry about me. Said: I don't. I worry about the people around you, breathing the air you poison. Adebisi: Look, I've created a utopia. Your shangri-la sama. Said: This is not sama! This is an inferno! Adebisi: We have all the control, and all the power, finally. Said: A bad system run by blacks is the same as a bad system run by whites. Adebisi: But, we have everything we want. We have everything in our grasp. Said: You think you've recreated the world, don't you? Simon, it's just an illusion. Real power can only come from the grace of God the Almighty. Adebisi: If I wanted to, I could crush you like a cockroach. Said: Yes, but you won't, because I am the only one who speaks the truth to you. Adebisi: Your truth, not mine. [Unit B.] Pancamo: Adebisi's turned Em City into a fucking Zulu nation. Hoyt: What the fuck are we supposed to do? Schillinger: Create our own country. (He gets up, goes to the Unit manager's office.) McManus, we gotta talk. McManus: Make an appointment with my secretary. Schillinger: This is serious. McManus: Yeah, I can tell. You've got that Schillinger scowl going. Schillinger: Your precious little dream, your Emerald City, is now a ghetto. You been there lately? Crap all over the floors, drugs everywhere, the lack of primary colours. McManus: Well, that Unit is no longer my responsibility. Schillinger: Hey, I got no problem with that. What we don't want is that new attitude over there to come wafting this way. They hear about what's going on, empowerment, they're gonna want the same thing here. McManus: And you're suggesting what? That we make Unit B all white? Schillinger: Yes. McManus: Get the fuck away from me. Schillinger: Hey, let the niggers have Em City. Fuck, let them have the whole goddamn prison as long as we're safe over here. McManus: Goodbye, Vern. Schillinger: Don't be a bigger fool than you've already been. McManus: Lockdown! Lock the unit down! Schillinger: You'll see! You'll wish you listened to me, McManus! McManus: Now! [Staff meeting.] Glynn: The new electric perimeter fencing will go into operation next Wednesday. As of then, we'll be able to eliminate the 24-hour watchtower surveillance, which should save us countless man hours. McManus: Hey, sorry I'm late. Emerald City is a shithouse! Glynn: McManus - McManus: There's garbage all over the place. Querns: Oh, and in Unit B you can eat off the floor. Glynn: Enough! Querns: The motherfucker's jealous of me. McManus: Jealous? Querns: That's right, jealous. Sister Pete: Martin, please. Querns: No, he knows that since I took over Em City, there's been next to no violence. My system works. McManus: At what price? Huh? At what fucking price? [Prisoner distribution centre.] Said: McManus? (McManus ignores him.) McManus! For god's sake McManus, stop, please. Conditions in Emerald City are deteriorating rapidly. Something has to be done to stop Adebisi. McManus: Hey, why are you coming to me? Talk to Querns. Said: I have. Querns is willing to turn a blind eye to what Adebisi is doing as long as order is maintained. McManus: Then talk to Glynn. Said: I've tried that, too. He seems indifferent, distracted, because of his election campaign. No, it's up to you and me. McManus: You and me? Said: Adebisi needs to be shut down and fast. If that means eliminating Querns, so be it. McManus: You have a plan? Said: Yeah, I have a plan. [Em City. Quad.] Said: I was wrong, Adebisi. I see that now. You truly have transformed this cellblock, into a paradise, a utopia. And, I'm gonna say it for everybody to hear. I wanna join you, and serve you in whatever way you choose. Adebisi: Are you serious? Said: Yes. Adebisi: Then swear to me in the name of Allah. Said: I do so swear. Adebisi: I've waited for this moment. Now I can raise you as my equal. Together, there's nothing we can't do. Nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing. Prisoners: (Chant over and over) Nothing, nothing, nothing! Keller: Adebisi and Said hand in hand. Ryan: It's the end of the fucking universe. [The box.] Hill: Those census numbers I was talking about, they're also used to determine election districts. A senator from a white rural area with a prison, can count the inmates as his constitutes, and therefore increase his political influence. Those inmates, who are largely of colour, aren't allowed to vote. The senator has no allegiance to them at all. In fact, he benefits by voting for laws to keep them incarcerated longer. The town benefits by the increased prison population. Yeah. Everybody benefits. [FB to Glynn-Hughes conversation.] Hughes: Somebody must stop him and soon. [Oswald entrance.] Glynn: Nora! Mrs. Hughes: Leo, I'm sorry for stopping by so suddenly. I know you're busy running things, and with the campaign and all, but I didn't know who else to call. Glynn: Well, what's the matter? Mrs. Hughes: It's Clayton. Sweet Jesus, I don't know my own son anymore. I mean, with him giving the inmate the gun and then the African dress, and now - Glynn: What? Mrs. Hughes: I found this in his room. (She hands him a poster of Devlin with a target drawn on him.) It's like he's collected all of his anger toward the world and is pointing it toward the governor. Glynn: Where's Clayton now? Mrs. Hughes: I don't know, hasn't been home in days. Glynn: Well, when he comes back, you call me, okay? In the meantime, try not to worry, alright? [Cafeteria. Press conference.] Devlin: With these new stab-proof vests, the correctional officers here and across the state will have the very best protection. Their safety is paramount to me. These are the men and women who keep the forces of darkness at bay. There are those who say, "no more prisons," well I say, "no more crime!" Hughes: Fuck you! (he pulls a gun and starts shooting, hitting the Governor and a CO.) Glynn: Get a medic! The Governor's been shot! Somebody get some help! Get a doctor!