Episode Title: Laws of Gravity Written by: Tom Fontana and Sean Whitesell Directed by: Rob Marrow (Hill Narrating) Hill: There are three kinds of laws which govern us all. First and foremost are the laws of God, followed closely by the laws nature, and, running a distant third, the laws created by man. You see, in order for man to create a law a group of people have to get together and decide that they have come up with the ultimate truth. A basic, inherent truth by which every citizen must conduct himself or be punished. The only problem is, the group of people who decide on the ultimate truth is a bunch of politicians. Given the choice, would you rather be judged by a whim of the almighty, or a vote by congress? [Cafeteria] Guerra: Here comes the dead man. Alvarez: Make your move bro. Guerra: Later. But I'm keeping an eye on you. Alvarez: Truer words never been spoke man. Guerra: The Hell's that mean? Alvarez: Being that you only got one good eye. Droopy eyed motherfucker. (Guerra attacks Alvarez and the other inmates cheer) [Laundry room] Rabadow: Fascinating. You in the cafeteria. Alvarez: What do you mean? Rebadow: Throwing caution to the wind. Alvarez: Think it'll work? Will I survive? Rabadow: I don't know. Alvarez: But you got to know. You been in Oz like 36 years. Been through the same shit that I been through. And more. And I know you know all the tricks. Rebadow: No. No tricks. Alvarez: Well then what? Rebadow: I've just been myself. Like I said it's fascinating, the difference in generations. You young people growing up with so much choice and possibility. On the one hand that's a marvelous thing. On the other, so many of you battle with who you are. For us, it was simpler. There was none of this 'finding yourself' jazz. You just concentrate on what you had to do. You were 18, 19 years old, going off you war. So that's who you were. That's who we all were. Alvarez: So you guys were Heroes? That's what you're telling me? You guys are He-men? Rebadow: Lord no. We were scared to death. But when the landing boats carried you to shore, and the metal doors came down, you charged the beach. Took the blow. That's just how it was. It had to be done. I've faced many hurtles and moments of great fear in my life. But coming from an age when men took the blow, I've always felt comfortable in my own skin. Alvarez: Good. Sounds good. [Computer Room] Guerra:(playing video game) Woo...got get it baby...woo hoochie momma, mmm. Alvarez: I want you to stab me. Guerra: What? Alvarez: I want you to shank me. I won't retaliate. Guerra: Man. Are you going to let me kill you? Alvarez: Not kill. Stab in the shoulder. Proposition's this. I give you a free shot at me, and in return I don't die. Guerra: The fuck you talking about? Alvarez: I'm willing to take the blow. Wouldn't it be satisfying just to stick me? Guerra: Immensely fucking satisfying. Alvarez: Okay. To make sure you hold up your part of the bargain I want witnesses. I want a lot of them. Guerra: I get this. You let me take a swipe at you, and the hacks throw me in solitary for the next 10 years. Alvarez: No. We'll do it when the guards aren't around. You'll control that. I just want the inmates to so, so in case you do decide to kill me, one of the inmates go to Glynn, give you up. You end up on death row. Guerra: Deal. [Guerra Pod] Guerra: What that loco motherfucker don't know, is I am going to kill him. After he's down, I slip a shank in his hand and its self defense. Morales: Fuck. Guerra: What's the matter? Morales: My sister's dead. And ever since the news I've felt nothing. And now you tell me your going to kill Alvarez and I feel this little charge in my belly. Jesus what the hell is that? Guerra: It's nothing. Morales: My little sister worshiped me. You can't kill Alvarez. Guerra: What? Morales: I haven't shed a tear for a sister who thought that much of me, and at the same time this Alvarez thing is revving me up. It's not right. There's something wrong. And out of respect for Annette I got to take a look at that. We both do. Guerra: What's happening is you're on a delayed reaction. You're still in shock. In a week you'll be crying like a baby over your sister. Thing is, we don't got a week. Our best chance to kill Alvarez is here. Right now. Morales: Chico. [Gym] Alvarez: We ready? Guerra: Ready. Alvarez: Yo! Yo my man look over here! Over here guys! over here watch this! Alright. Ready. (Guerra stabs Alvarez) Hack: This is 14, we got a 29 in the gym! We got a 29! In the gym, get down here! repeat I got a 29 in the gym! hang on. This is 14. [Hill Pod] Redding: There you are. You look right smart. Hill: Wish they'd let you come with me to the funeral. Redding: Me too. But I wasn't really a relative enough. Hill: I still can't believe that...How could my moms be dead? Redding: I remember when I first met your mother. We were none of us more then 14. I was with your dad doing some king of nonsense when all the sudden I saw her coming across Freedmont street. Mmm! she had the sweetest pair of eyes. Your dad didn't even notice her until I tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at her, she looked at him, and that was that. They got married, they had you. Hill: Burr. You always loved my moms didn't you? Redding: Of course. Hill: No. No, I mean you *loved* her. Redding: I loved your father too. But life works out the way life works out. I want you to put that on her grave for me. Hill: what is this? Redding: My high school graduation ring. [Em City] Ryan O'Reily: Yo Busmalis. Any word from your fiancé since she left you at the alter. Poet: Yeah sure. Like 'Don't try and track me down, I done skipped town'. Busmalis: No, I watched the show yesterday, Norma's still working on Ms. Sally. Her names still in the credits. Poet: Those are repeats. In fact, I read in the newspaper they may even cancel Ms. Sally's schoolyard. Busmalis: What? Poet: Jeez, you are a sad fuck. No wonder she ditched you. Rebadow: What the hell do you know about it? Poet: Know about what motherfucker? What? Rebadow: Loss. Being left. You have no idea you stupid fool. [Rebadow Pod] Busmalis: Hey. I appreciate you sticking up for me, but you're going to get your butt whooped. Rebadow: Okay. Whatever you say. Busmalis: What's eating you? Rebadow: My son came to see me today. Alex Jr.s condition has gotten worse. He's developed non-lymphosydic leukemia. Busmalis: Oh Bob. That's terrible. Rebadow: He's in desperate need of a bone marrow transplant. Busmalis: They need you to be the donor? Rebadow: No. I'm no good to him. nobody in our family is. Alex Jr.s mother is of West Indian, Guatemalan descent . My Grandsons unique mixed heritage makes the most beautiful skin you'll ever lay eyes on. It also makes finding a suitable donor extremely difficult. Busmalis: But there's got to be a match somewhere. Rebadow: Well sure. Somewhere. But there's a great shortage of donors. And an even greater shortage of minority donors. Busmalis: Then Doctors should get the word out. Sign more people up. Rebadow: I wish it were that easy. But like with so many other diseases, there's never enough money to go around. Busmalis: Where you going? Rebadow: To see Dr. Nathan. I don't feel so hot. [Infirmary] Dr. Nathan: The umbilical cord, like bone marrow, contains cells capable of fighting leukemia, but unfortunately that procedures still very much in the experimental stages. Oh thanks. Here you go. Take these, you'll be fine. I know how helpless you feel Bob. I hear a story like your Grandsons and it frustrates me too. My Latina heritage kicks in and starts kicking me for being so American. Rebadow: I don't follow. Dr. Nathan: In central America, South America, there's some that believe that certain herbal medicines hold great promise in regards to treating cancer and other diseases. Rebadow: But you think that's a bunch of baloney? Dr. Nathan: Like I said. The AMA got the best of me. [Library] Rebadow: Pamphlets, magazines, medical journals. Anything to do with herbal medicine, particularly material dealing with research and treatment of cancer. (Cafeteria. Inmates sneak Rebadows food away while he's reading the 'Well Being Journal') [Rebadow's Pod] Murphy: Lights out! [Em City Commons] Rebadow: I found the cure for cancer. Busmalis: You what? Rebadow: La Pashal. Busmalis: La Pa who? Rebadow: An herb. From the rain forests of Paraguay. Some doctors claim they've effectively used the herb to treat cancer. Particularly leukemia. Busmalis: Wow. This is great news. Rebadow: No no no. It's not. It's maddening. Busmalis: Maddening? Rebadow: Lu Pashal's an evergreen. There are more then 100 types of lupashal tree. Identifying which ones yield the necessary medicinal material is very expensive. Busmalis: Oh, here we go again. Always money money money. The only way for a man to get ahead in the world is to be some kind of goddamn millionaire. Rebadow: I'll raise the cash. Busmalis: In Oz? How? Rebadow: I don't know. But I'll find a way. Busmalis: Good luck. (Hill Narrating) Hill: Here are some laws, real laws currently on the books. Laws that if you broke, you'd go to jail. The state of Rhode Island says it's illegal to throw pickle juice on a trolley. In the state of Washington, all lollipops are banned. Down in Indiana, baths may not be taken between the months of October and March. Over in San Francisco you cannot pick up and throw used confetti. And in North Carolina, the law forbids dogs and cats to fight. But you see, that goes against the laws of nature. Dogs and cats are born enemies. [Infirmary] Dr. Nathan: Okay all done. Wheel him into the ward. Hack: Dr. Nathan we got trauma to the head. Dr Nathan: What happened? Hack: I was releasing this joker from the hole and he took a swing at me. Stanton: I ain't no pussy! Hack: Yeah yeah. So I gave him one of these. Stanton: Faggot! Dr. Nathan: Take him for sutures. Well it doesn't look too bad. You'll need a couple of stitches. What's your name? Stanton: Henry Stanton and I don't love you! Dr. Nathan: What? Stanton: Glynn sent me to the hole cause he said I was obsessed with your tits but I'm not! You got to tell the warden I'm an innocent man. Dr. Nathan: Okay- (Stanton throws the hack off and Grabs Dr. Nathan) Stanton: You fuck! You got to! You got to tell the warden I'm an innocent man! Dr. Nathan: Get off me! Ryan O'Reily: Hey! (He punches Stanton) Bitch. You alright? Dr. Nathan: I was handling this, Ryan! Ryan O'Reily: Well it didn't look like it. Dr. Nathan: Well I...I don't need you in my life! Ryan O'Reily: Okay. Dr. Nathan: Just get the fuck away from me! Ryan O'Reily: Okay! Hack: Keep moving O'Reily! Dr. Nathan: I need those sutures! Where the fuck are they!? I need him prepped for surgery. Can you hold him please! [Cafeteria] Ryan O'Reily: Here you go Enrique. Montgomery: Yo Ryan. What you say to some extra beets? Ryan O'Reily: All of the sudden you got quite an appetite there, Marty. Montgomery: Oh yeah. I never seem to get enough. Which is why we got to talk. Ryan O'Reily: About what? Montgomery: My compensation for lying to Glynn. Ryan O'Reily: Whoa hey shut the fuck up. Montgomery: That's what I'm talking about. For me to keep my lips zipped you got to come up with a lot more moollah. Ryan O'Reily: Oh, come on Marty man, we had a deal right? Montgomery: Why are we negotiating? Ryan O'Reily: Alright. I tell you what. What do you say we meet in the...library at 4 o'clock? Montgomery: Bring your checkbook. [Em City] Ryan O'Reily: I had Montgomery lie to the warden and say that Henry Stanton killed Patrick Keenan. Now Montgomery says that if I don't pay more he's going to rat me out. Meaney: If he does Glynn will know for sure that you killed Keenan. He'll fry your ass. Ryan O'Reily: Which is why I'm not going to make me 4 O'clock appointment with Montgomery. Meaney: No? Ryan O'Reily: No. I'll have Stanton show instead. [Gym] Ryan O'Reily: Yo Stanton. Stanton: O'Reily. I ain't bothering your brother or Nathan or nobody. So just leave me alone. Ryan O'Reily: Look I know that man. You know I think you and me, I think we just got off on the wrong foot, and I just want to let you know that I got no beef with you. Stanton: That's good. Ryan O'Reily: In fact, actually, you and me, we got something in common. We're both suspects in the murder of Patrick Keenan. Stanton: I know. Ryan O'Reily: You know we both got eyewitnesses who say they saw us do the deed, and I don't know who's accusing me but as luck would have it, I found out who's lying about you. Stanton: Who? Ryan O'Reily: Well, you know I'm hesitant to tell you for fear that you're going to do something crazy. Staonton: Motherfucker lies about me that does make me crazy. Ryan O'Reily: Well see then? I'm not going to tell you man. Stanton: Tell me goddamn it. Ryan O'Reily: No I don't think I should. Stanton: Tell me! You tell me. Ryan O'Reily: I'm not going to tell you. Stanton: Tell me. Ryan O'Reily: I'm not going to fucking tell you. Stanton: Tell me! Ryan O'Reily: I'm not going to fucking tell you! Stanton: Please tell me. Ryan O'Reily: Martin Montgomery. Stanton: Martin Montgomery!? I'm going to kill that fucking cunt! [Library] Stanton: I guess you won't be talking no more. (Stanton stabs Montgomery in the neck) Hack: Get off him! I got him. We got a neck wound! Stab wound. [Interview room] Glynn: Stantons in solitary. Montgomery's at Benchley Memorial in critical condition. People at the gym say they overheard you telling Stanton that Montgomery squealed on him. Ryan O'Reily: Oh, no. Stanton asked me I'd...If I knew anything about it and I told him I just heard a rumor that's all. Glynn: We found this in Montgomery's footlocker. Ryan O'Reily: What's that? Glynn: Keenan's shamrock. Ryan O'Reily: Oh yeah right. I recognize that now. The fuck was Montgomery doing with it? Glynn: I was hoping maybe you could tell me. Ryan O'Reily: Uh no. Jeez Warden I don't know [Em City] News Anchor: Susanne Fitzgerald, the 60's radical who turned herself into Federal authorities after 32 years on the run, was released today from the Parker Correctional facilities for Women. Ryan O'Reily: No fucking way. News Anchor: The governor's decision, while widely expected, remains controversial. Ryan O'Reily: Yes! Come on Cyril. [Sister Pete's office] Sister Pete: We're so glad you decided to do your community service in Oz. Mukada: And the idea of starting a performance arts program is great. Fitzgerald: Oh, thank you. I taught music for 20 years in St. Albans and when I heard you didn't have any kind of arts education program here, it seemed like a good fit. Sister Pete: But you know the hardest part is going to be convincing these guys to sign up. Mukada: No I don't know about that pete. I think they'll sign up out of the novely of it, but the tough part will be getting them to stick with it. Fitzgerald: Well if iI can motivate 10 year olds, I think I can handle your prisoners. Sister Pete: So what do you need so get started? Fitzgerald: Well I would love to see where I'm going to work. Mukada: The stage is over in the cafeteria. I'll take you right over. Fitzgerald: Oh, and then I'd like to see my son. Sister Pete: Oh, sure. [Cafeteria] Ryan O'Reily: Psst. Fitzgerald: Ryan! Ryan O'Reily: Hey, hug me. Christ I though I'd lost you forever. Fitzgerald: Oh no, baby. You're stuck with me. Ryan O'Reily: I know he's not your son, and he's only my half brother but um, I kind of want you to meet Cyril. Fitzgerald: I'd love to. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah? Okay. Cyril? Cyril. Cyril O'Reily: Hello. Fitzgerald: Hello. Cyril O'Reily: I made this for you. Fitzgerald: Oh, thank you. It's so sweet. It's beautiful. Can I give you a hug and kiss? Cyril O'Reily: Sure. Fitzgerald: Okay. So. Are you two going to be my first pupils? Ryan O'Reily: Uh, jeez you know mom, I can't sing. Cyril O'Reily: Me neither. Fitzgerald: You can't? Oh. Guess you take after your father. That man had the voice of a warthog. Ryan O'Reily: She's funny right? Cyril O'Reily: She's funny. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. Fitzgerald: I'm glad you think so. Will you have some of your friends sign up? Ryan O'Reily: Our friends? Fitzgerald: Uh-huh. Ryan O'Reily: Oh yeah. Of course. (Em City, Ryan O'Reily throws Busmalis against a wall) Busmalis: Alright alright! I'll do it. In fact I've been told I have a pretty good voice. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah? Busmalis: Yeah. In highschool I had the lead in 'The Pirates of Penzance'-- ' I am the very model of a modern major General'. Ryan O'Reily: As far as my mother's concerned, you never sang a note. You got it? Busmalis: Okay, not a problem. Ryan O'Reily: Okay. Hoyt: Hey O'Reily. you mom is looking fine. Does she fuck younger guys? (Ryan Attacks Hoyt and the guards drag them off each other) Ryan O'Reily: What the fuck did you say?! Hoyt: Come on! Ryan O'Reily: Fuck you! Come on man! [Cafeteria] Fitzgerald: Slowly, slowly roll up. Right. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Wait. Wait Matt, hold on. Get your...Okay relax your jaw. Relax your shoulders. Ryan O'Reily: We got to talk. Fitzgerald: I'm in the middle of a class. Busmalis: Oh, that's okay. I've got work to do. Fitzgerald: Well, I'll see you Thursday? Busmalis: Um...Definitely. Fitzgerald: Okay. Ryan O'Reily: Come here, Come here, come here. Fitzgerald: What? Ryan O'Reily: I want you to quit. Fitzgerald: Quit? Ryan O'Reily: Yeah look- Fitzgerald: On my first day? Ryan O'Reily: Look. I've ticked off a lot of the assholes in this place. Okay? And I don't want to put you in any jeopardy. Fitzgerald: Jeopardy? Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. Fitzgerald: There's a CO standing nearby. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. Well trust me the hacks ain't that reliable. Fitzgerald: I'm not worried. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah, but I am. Fitzgerald: Well that's sweet. Ryan O'Reily: Look, I'm not being sweet. Okay? Christ, you could get hurt. Fitzgerald: Ryan. I'm a big girl and I've made my choice. Look this is where I'm needed. This is where I belong. Nothing you say is going to make me change my mind. Pancamo: Hey O'Reily, You working today? Fitzgerald: Go. Poet: What the fuck man? Pancamo: Move your fucking ass O'Reily. Poet: We working alone now? (Flashback to Brass getting his leg cut) [Reception] McManus: Dave. You're back. Brass: Yeah. McManus: How are you? Brass: Alright. McManus: Look I meant to get over to the hospital but... Brass: That's okay. McManus: How are you? Oh, I already asked that didn't I? Uh...But...You good though huh? Brass: I'm working. McManus: So, you're staying at Oz. Brass: I'm not sure. Wardens got me stationed here, but I have to think about my next move. McManus: I feel fucking terrible that this happened. Brass: Say, you never did find out who cut me did you? McManus: No. Brass: Truthfully, I think that's why I'm here. I want to know. I fucking want to know. I'd fucking hurt the guy Tim. I'm serious, I'd hurt him for keeps. McManus: Your injury was a result of someone not wanting you to play in that final basketball game. Brass: How? McManus: Well, after we decided not to play, I told Morales that you were going to play. Brass: Oh. McManus: I'm so goddamn sorry. Brass: I'll buzz you in. (Brass tries to open the gate) Brass: Goddamn motherfucking thing. (Brass limps over and opens the door manually) Mills: Tim. Warden wanted me to tell you, special staff meeting at 11. McManus: Is there an emergency? Mills: Oh, Governor Devlin's coming, got some kind of announcement. McManus: Can't wait. Mills: 11 on the dot. Don't be late. McManus: Yeah, yeah, yeah. [Staff Meeting] Devlin: And even though Ii think commissioner Douglas does an outstanding job, we've had an ongoing lack of communication between my office, and you people...here, in the trenches. Marvin: We want to open the lines of dialog- Devlin: Don't interrupt me Marvin. Marvin: Yes sir. Devlin: And so, I've decided to create a liaison between you and the Governor's mansion. Someone you can go to- McManus: Sorry I'm late. Devlin: Someone experienced in the field who you can talk to about any problems that arise. Who can clear up any changes in my administrations prison policy. And so, I'd like to present Eleanor O'Connor. O'Connor: Thank you Governor. Well I'm the new kid in town, fresh off the boat from New York City where I worked in a similar capacity for the mayor. I won't pretend to grasp all the needs of Oswald. All of your needs, but I can promise you that my door will always be unlocked. I intend to help cut through the bureaucracy. The bullshit. Thank you. Glynn: Okay, get yourselves some cookies and some lemonade. Miss. O'Connor- O'Conner: Ellie. Glynn: Ellie, will be hanging around to meet and greet. Governor. Mukada: Ellie, welcome. I love what you said. Sister Pete: This is the first smart thing the Governor's done in years. O'Connor: I get the impression Devlin's not well liked. Howell: Really? Some of us love him. McManus: Hello. O'Connor: Hello. McManus: Best of luck. O'Connor: Thank you. Murphy: Tim wait up. I'll head back to Em City with you. She seems nice. Genuine. McManus: Yeah. Murphy: Do me a favor. Don't try to fuck her. McManus: What? Murphy Every skirt that crosses the threshold here you jump on. McManus: Oh that is simply not true. Murphy: Wittlesey, Nathan, Howell, that broad from the state department- McManus: Alright, alright. I'm not going to be fucking Eleanor O'Connor. Murphy: Oh no? McManus: No. Cause I already did. Murphy: What? McManus: She's my ex-wife. Murphy: You got...Jeez man.. (Hill Narrating) Hill: In Arkansas, a man can legally beat his wife once a month. In Los Angeles, pay attention now, an man can legally beat his wife with a leather strap as long as the strap is less then 2 inches wide, or if the woman gives her husband permission he can use any size strap he wants. [Wardens Office] Brass: I don't care! This is not right. McManus: Leo free? Mills: No. Brass: God damn it! McManus: Who's that? Mills: Officer Brass. Brass: This is bullshit. Glynn: Brass- Brass: You know, if I could get another fucking job somewhere else I'd quit in a second, but I'm a gimp. Nobody's hiring gimps these days. McManus: Dave what's wrong? Brass: Wall to wall bullshit. Glynn: Leo? Glynn: Well he's pissed because I assigned him to reception and that I won't let him deal with the prisoners, you know, put him back in Unit B. McManus: Well why won't you? Glynn: Tim, if there's trouble I need my COs to be agile, to be able to move, not hobble. McManus: All the same, he got cut on the job. Glynn: Hey, and I feel badly for him, but I'm not running a funhouse. Brass's desires fall on the far side of the overall good. What do you want to see me about? McManus: It'll keep. [Hallway] McManus: Hey. I think you should sue. Brass: Sue? Sue who? McManus: Oz. The whole prison system. The fucking state if need be. Brass: How can I sue? McManus: Look, I checked this out for you. In 1990 Congress passed the Americans with Disabilities act, which protects the disabled from being discriminated against in the work place. Brass: Yeah, but that's like, for wheel chair access and stuff. McManus: No no no no. Not only. It covers people like you who, because of their injuries, are demoted. Brass: Well I'd have to get a lawyer. McManus: Well yeah but, maybe you should try talking to this stare liaison person. This Eleanor O'Connor. Tell O'Connor how you feel. Brass: Okay. I will. McManus: Alright. And...don't take any shit from her. [McManus Office] McManus: Hmm? O'Connor: Still work late huh? McManus: Yeah well. You know. O'Connor: I stopped by earlier but you weren't around. Took a tour of Emerald City. It is quite something you've built here. Guess it was worth walking out on me after all. McManus: Ellie... O'Connor: No recriminations Tim. You made your choices I made mine. McManus: Good to see you. Want to grab some dinner? O'Connor: No thanks. I'm still up to my chest in cardboard boxes. McManus: Ah, well. Another time then. O'Connor: I had a chat with your friend Dave Brass. Sad tale his. Promising basketball career, nipped in the Achilles. Had a chat with the Warden too. He's re-assigning him to the cafeteria. McManus: Good. O'Connor: Yeah. It'll free up his hours for physical therapy too. McManus: See, I knew you could turn this situation around. O'Connor: You told him to sue the State? McManus: Well. O'Connor: Were you serious, or were you just testing me? McManus: Both. O'Connor: You son of a bitch. McManus: You know what? That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. O'Connor: Wait. I'm sure the name calling will get much worse. McManus: Looking forward to it. O'Connor: Likewise, I'm sure. [Unit B] Robson: Nice try. Hey you want to play some pool? You still torn up about that bus accident? Schillinger: Yeah. I just talked to Carrie's parents. They're in town for the funeral. They said they're taking Jewel back to Montana with them. I might never see my granddaughter again. Robson: Yeah that sucks Vern, but what can you do? Schillinger: You never had kids did you? Robson: Nah. My wife didn't want to mess with her figure. Schillinger: Well. Then you don't have a fucking clue what I'm talking about. (Flashback. Pancamo takes a body out of a trunk and throws it in the water.) Pancamo: Bye baby. Hill: Prisoner number 97P468, Charles Pancamo, AKA Chucky The Enforcer. Convicted June 4, 1997. Sentence: 35 years. Up for parole in 15. [McManus's office] McManus: Get you feet off my desk. Alright, I wanted to see all of you because I've got some news. Peter Schibetta is returning to Em City today. Pancamo: Schibetta? I thought he was in the loony bin. McManus: Well, not anymore. He's undergone long term therapy and I'm happy to say he's recovered. Inmate: You mean he got over being raped by Adebisi? McManus: I don't want to minimize his trauma, or pretend he's exactly the way he was before, but he's learned to except and deal with the situation. Inmate: Be good to see Petey again. Me and me, we came up together. And his father. Pancamo: Yeah, His father was a legend here. McManus: Yeah. well uh, it's going to be rough on him for a few days, so all I'm asking is that you tread lightly. Pancamo: Don't you worry about it McManus. If there's one thing we know how to take care of our own. [Cafeteria] Shibetta: It's all different huh? Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. The gas explosion pretty much obliterated the place. Schibetta: Good. (Flashbacks to Schibettea getting raped by Adebisi) Pancamo: Here you go. Mineo: Come with me. Pancamo: Where? Mineo: The FBI wants to talk to you. Pancamo: FBI? Fucking want to talk to me? Mineo: Just move it Pancamo. (More Flashbacks of Peter getting raped) [Interview Room] Agent Taylor: You know a man named Gaetano Sensetta? Pancamo: Not that I recall. Agent Taylor: You don't know him? Pancamo: Not that I recall. Agent Taylor: You never met him? Pancamo: Not that I recall. Agent Taylor: That's odd. Mr. Sensetta, who just blabbed his way into the witness protection program, says you hired him to kill someone. Hank Schillinger. Do you know Hank Schillinger? Pancamo: Not that I recall. Agent Taylor: He's the son of Vernon Schillinger. Do you know Vernon Schillinger? Pancamo: Not that I recall. Agent Taylor: He's a fellow resident here at Oswald. You remember him now? Pancamo: To the best of my recollection- Agent Taylor: Recollection. Pancamo: I don't know the fucking guy. Agent Taylor: Chris Keller confessed to hiring a hit man to kill Hank Schillinger, only he never identified whom. Mr. Sensetta says he's never heard of Keller. We give Keller a lie detector test, turns out Keller lied about his part in the murder. Now why do you think he would do that? Pancamo: Nice tie. Agent Taylor: Okay. Officer, take this weasel back to whatever hole he crawled out of. I guess my next conversations with Vern Schillinger. I wonder if he'll remember you. [Pancamo Pod] Pancamo: He's going to tell Schillinger that I ordered the hit. Then Schillinger's going to come searching for details. Beecher: Fuck. You know, when I asked you to hire somebody to kill Hank Shillinger, you said nobody would find the body, not in a million years you guaranteed it. Well it only took six fucking months. Seems like you did a really half-assed job. Pancamo: Hey. Be careful. To be honest, Gaetano Sensetta was a big disappointment. Beecher: Schillinger's going to cut off my balls when he finds out the truth. Pancamo: He won't. Look, if was my screw-up so I'm going to cover for you. Beecher: Yeah. I'll sleep well tonight. [Interview Room] Schillinger: That's the thing about Oz. You know. You try to put the shit behind you. Make a real effort. And just when you're thinking 'maybe I have' more shit comes flying. You sure it was Pancamo put the hit on Hank? Agent Taylor: Absolutely sure. [Gym] Shillinger: Hey you! You fucking Dego. You killed my son. (The Aryans and the Sicilians fight. Robson stabs Pancamo.) [Infirmary] Pancamo: I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. Just give me a fucking Band aid. Dr. Nathan: Let's see. Okay. (Shillinger is put in the hole) [Em City, Beecher's pod] Sister Pete: Jimmy. Beecher: Sister Pete what's going on? Sister Pete: The Aryans attacked the Sicilians. Pancamo hired the hitman to kill Hank. Beecher: Uh-huh. I see. Sister Pete: Keller wasn't involved in Hanks death so Massachusetts has no reason to hold him. Beecher: Wait. That means... Sister Pete: Chris Keller is coming back to Oz. (Em City) White: McManus. Hold up, hold up. Can I...Can I have a word with you? McManus: Sorry. I'm on the run. White: Oh, please don't do me like this man. Heartless motherfucker. McManus: The fuck did you say to me? I got a big heart a few days ago. Now I'm fucking heartless? White: I didn't mean it, okay? McManus: Well I'm here. What do you want? White: I know you done everything you can to help me, but sitting here, I've come up with a whole new solution. If I could just hang with you a bit you know. No no no no. Not like before. No, just if I could just, you know, chill in your office from time to time. McManus: No. Jesus Christ. White: Well what the fuck am I supposed to do? I mean...you the only friend I got here. I mean just anything. Just somebody to talk to. Murphy: Alright. Vacation's over. Come on White. Out. White: Help me please. McManus: I'll try to think of something okay? White: What am I supposed to be doing while you thinking? McManus: Well if it takes staying in your cell 24/7 to steer clear of trouble... White: That's worse then the cage. That'd be like being back in solitary. Hey, hey. Damn. (Cafeteria. As the Muslims pray one of them starts eating) Said: Take that bread out your mouth. Lalar: Sorry Minister. Said: Oh you're sorry. Lalar: Yes, Minister. Forgive me. Said: Get up. Walk away. Lalar: What? Said: You can't cool your desire for even a moment in order to give thanks and praise to Allah? Grab your tray. Take off your Khofi. Arif: Imam. You're being too harsh. Said: Oh, are you contesting me, Arif? Arif: (Something) Ahmad is new to the fold. Scold him. Take away his food, but don't cast him out. Said: Are you sitting down? Don't you sit down until I tell you to sit down! You can't sit down! did I tell you to sit down!? Did I?! [McManus' office.] McManus: So what was all that about? Why'd you attack Ahmad Lalar? Said: You keep me from going to the hole so now in turn I got to answer your questions? McManus: Yeah. Although part of me thinks I'm not going to get any answers from you. I mean, a man who used to fight with words is now not only using his fists, he's choking Muslims. Give you 10 to 1 odds you don't have a clue why you're doing the things your doing. Said: And you would lose the bet. The day Adebisi died I changed. When I took his life to save my own that was the Adebisi side of me coming to the surface. Only now I realize it hasn't just come to the surface. It's at the very center of who I am. McManus: Bullshit. Everybodys got demons. But you've given all the weight of who you are over to this horrible shit your discovering about yourself. Yet your more equipped then any other prisoner in Oz to straighten yourself out And you know it. And knowing that, and having failed to do so, has fucked you up even more. Said: Just put me in the hole McManus. McManus: I'm not putting you in the hole. Said: Please. McManus: I'm giving you a job instead. Said: A job. McManus: Want to save yourself, Kareem? Said: Yes. McManus: Well I want you to save somebody else. [Cafeteria] White: What you looking at? What's he doing here? What the fuck is he looking at me like that for? Said: I'm the one that's going to help you. White: I don't need no motherfucking help, especially from him man. What he going to do for me? McManus: Kareem's going to be your new sponsor. White: Sponsor? Said: Starting today you and I will share the same pod. We will exercise together. We will eat together, we will work alongside of each other. McManus: You still have to meet with Sister Pete for counseling, and your attendance is mandatory at all drug rehab sessions. Plus the Warden wants you tested for drugs once a week. Now Omar, this is your last play and it's forth and long. You miss one meeting, you pet in one fight, you piss Said off one time, It's back to solitary permanently. You understand me? White: I...Hey....Yeah. (Said Pod) White: Yeah boy. My boy is something else ain't he? McManus jack. That mother fuck is like a straight up brainiac you know. Genius motherfucker and shit boy. Shit. Way he been coming up with all kinds of little ways you know and shit you know, to try and help me lick my, uh- what you call if? uh, shortcomings. And I done fucked with him a couple of times, shit, you know. You know what, what, having me, you know, all up in your draft and shit, picking, you know, up all of them Saidian vibrations- Said. First of all. Don't hustle me. White: Wait, wait, wait. Hold up wait. Yo you got to chill baby. Said: Second of all, I am not your baby. My name is Minister Said. And you will address me as such. White: Now, now, fuck that shit, alright? I mean, I told you man, about that shit, ya know, you're not comin' up here convertin' my ass up in here, man, that shit is out. Forget it. Said: I am not convertin' you. Also, I am not gonna argue with you. This thing is over. (opens pod door and holds it open) Get out. White: What? Said: Out. White: Whoa. Look, shut the door, alright? I'm sorry. Shut it, please. Said: Make your bed. (White does not make the bed.) Said: Make your bed. (White starts to make his bed. Said closes the door and stands at the sink. He sits down and looks at White.) Said: I will not fight. White: You talkin' to me? Said: Say it. I will not fight. White: I will not fight. Said: Again. White: I will not fight. Said: From now on, that will be your mantra. Every time another inmate gets in your face, you will say, "I will not fight." You will say it over and over. Out loud, if you have to. White: I will not fight. Said: Yeah. White: I will not fight. I will not fight. I will not fight. If I could just conquer not fightin...shit, I'm home free, boy. I mean, there's nothin' in the world I hate more than motherfuckin' Solitary! When I go back in there...fuckin' worms. Said: Worms? White: Yeah, my - Said: What are you talkin' about, worms? White: My head! Every time I go back, it's worms. Fat ones, big ones, long ones. I can't survive the fucking worms! Think about spendin' the rest of my life in this Em City joint. Hey, 18,000 days? 23,000 days? That's a lot o' days. A lot o' days not to fight, not to get high...think about it like that...my chances don't look too good. (Hill narrating) Hill (wearing suspenders): In Nogales, Arizona, it's illegal to wear suspenders. You gotta wonder what happened...what cataclysmic event occurred, which caused the city fathers to decree that, "in our town, no one, under any circumstances, can wear suspenders." And, are there radical fringe groups in Nogales, who meet at night, in secret, who slip off their belts and in defiance of the law (pulls suspender), put these suckers on? Eh? (winks) [Hospital ward] Mukada: How's Cloutier? Nathan: Uh, his vital signs are stable, but he still can't move very much. Mukada: Is he talking yet? Nathan: Um, no. Only little sounds. Mukada: Could I see him? Nathan: Ray, he's pretty disfigured. Mukada: I was assistant chaplain at Benchley Memorial, when I was a seminarian. I've seen burn victims. (Mukada and Nathan enter Cloutier's room and Mukada looks at Cloutier) Mukada: Oh, sweet Jesus. (Mukada walks over to Cloutier.) Mukada: Jeremiah? (Mukada smiles) If you don't mind, I'd like to say a prayer. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses... (Mukada is in his office, smoking. An officer knocks on the door.) Mukada: It's open. (Timmy Kirk enters and stands in the doorway.) Kirk: Mukada? Mukada: Come in. (To officer) Leave the door open. (Kirk walks in.) Mukada: What did you need to see me about? Kirk: I heard that you're planning a memorial service to honor the victims of the families who were killed in the bus crash? (Mukada gets up and walks over to Kirk.) Mukada: Yes. I've asked Arif and Rabbi Gold and Reverend Taylor from the First Baptist to participate. Kirk: But not me. Mukada: You? Kirk: Ever since Jeremiah Cloutier's unfortunate accident - Mukada: I would hardly call being bricked up into a wall, "accidental." Kirk: I meant the third degree burns he suffered from the gas explosion. Mukada: Oh. Kirk: Since then, I've been ministering to many of the Christians in Oz. (sits down) Mukada: Getting up on stage and reading from a bible doesn't constitute a ministry. Kirk: You're still holding a grudge, because I rejected Romanism. Mukada: No, as a matter of fact, I'm glad you're no longer part of my congregation. (sits down) Kirk: I demand to be included in the ecumenical service. Mukada: You're not qualified. Kirk: I am an ordained priest. Mukada (laughs): Since when? Kirk: I signed up by mail. (shows Mukada his card) Fifty bucks. See? Mukada: Get outta my office. Kirk (gets up and starts to leave): I'll go over your head. To the warden. Mukada: Yeah, and he'll ignore you. Kirk: Then I'll go over his head, to God. Mukada: Listen, you little punk. We know that you were involved in Cloutier's accident, and as soon as he's able to talk, to testify, you're going to Solitary for the rest of your Goddamn life! (Kirk looks at Mukada, kisses his middle finger and leaves.) (Library. Kirk, Hoyt, Burns and two other inmates are present.) Kirk: W-w-we have to kill Cloutier. Right now, his throat's still sore from the burns, but when he's well, he's gonna sing and we'll all be up shit's creek. Hoyt: Look, I'm already up the creek pal, OK? Kirk: Look, Jazz, I know that because you were the one in charge of the work detail that day, you've taken the heat for the rest of us. But that's no reason that Cloutier should live. Hoyt: Look, he dies, the hacks blame me, right? Kirk: Right, right. So the person who kills him has to be above reproach. (Kirk and Hoyt look at Burns.) Kirk: Jim? Burns: No. I can't. Cloutier brought me to Jesus. Kirk: Jim, if you're not part of the solution, you're Satan's tool. Hoyt: Yeah. Do the deed, or die. (Em City, nighttime. Burns' pod. Burns is sleeping and has a vision of Cloutier. He opens his eyes.) Cloutier's voice: Jim? Jim Burns. Those men want you to kill me, Jim. But you know that what they ask is wrong. Burns: Yes. Cloutier's voice: So I say unto you, kill them. Kill Hoyt and Kirk. (Burns smiles and closes his eyes.) [Gym] Burns: The Reverend Cloutier was in my cell last night. Kirk: For what, a blowjob? (Hoyt laughs.) Burns: This ain't funny. Hoyt: You had a dream. Burns: Hey, it was no dream. Hoyt: Chickenshit. Kirk: You're tryin' to get outta the job. Go kill the cocksucker. Burns: No! Hoyt: No? Burns: He told me to kill you! (Burns swings a barbell at Hoyt. Hoyt blocks it with another barbell. Kirk knocks Burns down. Hoyt takes a barbell and starts to choke Burns. He twists Burns' neck and then drops Burns and the barbell to the floor. Officers rush over.) (Hoyt is in a room with two officers and Glynn.) Hoyt: It's self defense. It's, it's motherfuckin' self defense. I got witnesses, you got nothin' on me. There was fuckin' 10 guys there. Glynn (to officer): Put him in the hole. (The officer walks over to Hoyt.) Officer: Get up. (Officers take Hoyt out.) Hoyt: Self defense! [Kirk's cell] Inmate (to Kirk): Will we be havin' a service for Jim? Kirk: Yes, of course. We must pray for his immortal soul. Officer: Lights out! (The lights go out and Kirk sits on the bed, chewing on a toothbrush.) (Hill narrating) Hill: Manmade laws are arbitrary, transitory. What was perfectly legal yesterday suddenly becomes a felony today, with the stroke o' some president's pen. The laws o' God, however, are carved in stone. They do not change. And when you break God's law, you don't go to prison, you go to hell. And you burn. (Hoyt is in the hole, sitting on the floor.) Cloutier's voice: Hoyt... (Hoyt screams. There is an image of Cloutier standing above him.) Cloutier: Don't be afraid. (Shot of Cloutier in the hospital bed, slightly smiling.)