Episode Title: Wheel of Fortune Written by: Tom Fontana and Sunil Nayar Directed by: Terry Kinney (Hill Narrating) Hill: People are always looking to have their fortunes told. They get their cards read, their palms read, even the bumps on their head. But if that card ain't credit, why read it? If that palm ain't holding something let it go, and shit, you got bumps on your head bit enough to read forget about your future yo because your problems are in the here and now. [Warden's Office] Said: Ahmad Lalar was murdered by James Robson. (Flashback to Robson cutting Lalar) Glynn: You keep saying that but you offer no proof. Look, I need evidence. A witness, the murder weapon. Anything. Arif: Robson may not have sliced Ahmad himself. He may have assigned another Aryan to do the job, as he did Sallah Yudin. Glynn: Then getting a conviction is going to be even harder. Said: So what do you intend to do Warden? Glynn: Continue the investigation. Said: Oh yes, you drag out the process hoping that everyone's going to forget? Let me tell you this Warden. We won't forget. [Hallway] Arif: Lalar's death must not go unpunished. Said: It won't. Robson's day of reckoning and retribution is coming. [Em City] Robson: Mail call. White: Yo um, you got Minister Said's mail in there? Robson: You know Omar, I discovered that the Minister and I have something in common. White: Yeah Okay. Robson: We both support slavery. For me, slavery don't exist anymore. Which is a damn shame. But according to this book in the library, for those Muslims slavery is alive and well in Africa. That's right. I figured Said must have known that too since he went and got himself one. You. White: The fuck you jabbing about man? I need to...I ain't nobody's mother fucking slave and shit man. Robson: You tote that barge. You lift that bail. Yous his house nigger. White: You mother fucker! Said: Omar. Come here. White: Yo look, I know I ain't supposed to fight and shit but ...Don't no motherfucking body talk to me like that! Said: Come here now! White: Fuck. I am a fucking nigger. Fuck. [Janitors Closet] White: I want to hold your hand, walk along the sand. Laughing in the sun, always having fun Whoa, whoa. Rawis: You sing like shit. White: I want to hold your hand, walk along the sand. La la la la I want to hold your hand Walk along the sand La la la la la la Said: What was Reggie Rawis doing in this room? White: Reggie? Shit. Big fan man. Said: He is a major drug dealer in Unit C. White: Yo, yo man he just gets drawn in and shit. Said: Omar. Are you selling drugs from this room? White: No. Said: Are you selling drugs? White: Well, Yeah yeah man! Yeah. What the fuck huh? Shit. I mean shit, I ain't doing them and shit man and using or nothing. What you thinking man? I mean that's the deal ain't it? Said: No it is not. Selling drugs is using them. White: My piss test say different. Said: I don't care what your drug tests say. It's what I say that matters. White: Alright. Well, I say fuck you. Watch. Fuck. You. Said: No. Fuck you. White: No, no! Hey! Said no! (Said starts hitting White) Said: Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! White: Help! [Hole] McManus: I'm waiting. Said: For what? McManus: An explanation. Said: As I said. For what? McManus: For the beating you put on White. Said: The reason makes a difference McManus? I beat him. I failed him. Him and myself. McManus: Everything was going so well. Why didn't you come to me? Said: You don't get it McManus. You don't get it. McManus: The only thing I need to get from you is an explanation, and until I do you can fucking rot. Said: Why? Why? [McManus's office] White: I told you, I don't know why the motherfucker attacked me man. McManus: You were beat to shit for no reason? Bullshit. White: Alright, I'm going to be honest with you. But look, don't let what I say blur the fact that what I'm going to fucking say is the absolute, straight up, God damn, mother fucking truth, you understand? I was moving drugs again. McManus: Your fucking shitting me. In your practice room? White: No man, hear me out. I was threatened. I mean I didn't do nothing, I swear to fucking God I didn't touch shit. McManus: Who are you moving them for? White: If I tell you that man, I'm dead. I'm seriously dead. McManus: Alright, alright. Look, put that aside for now. White: McManus, I am clean man. I am clean. McManus: Shut up. Will you fucking shut up? One second. White: Don't put me back in solitary again man. McManus: Goddamn it Omar I ought to. All right now, here's the deal. From now on you rehearse in your pod, no more fucking practice room, and your piss shows even a hint of Aspirin, you toast. Okay? You understand me? [Em City] White: Afternoon gents. Arif: Our Imams in the hole because of you. White: Oh, no. That motherfucker's in there because he can't get a grip on his own Goddamn guidance. Arif: You're toxic White. You managed to turn the only person on your side against you. The rest of us, we saw this disaster. Everyday Said is in the hole is a day your out here alone. White: I got to go practice. [Laundry Room] McManus: Lockdown's in a couple of minutes. Why aren't you in your pod? White: Where you headed to? To the hole? You know, I mean because maybe when you go over there you could see how Said is weathering the storm. McManus: Why? What do you care? White: I'm kind of floundering. McManus: Floundering. White: I mean, the old mojo, it ain't treating Omar so...so great these days. Without Said, see everything's just kind of hard. I really need that fuck. [Hole] McManus: Come on. You're going back to Em City. Said: What if I refuse? McManus: You'd be the first person who did. Said: I'm not ready to leave. I don't deserve to. McManus: You know, Omar told me what happened and why. Said: Why? And yet again I....I lost my humanity. In pursuit of what I thought was the greater good. McManus: You know Said, I don't think that you lost your humanity at all. I think what scares you is that your actions are completely human. Let's go. Said: McManus, either I find myself in this place of I am lost forever. I need more time. I need more time please. Please. McManus: This is crazy. All right. I'll wait to hear from you. And then you're back in Em City, then deal with Omar White. (Hill Narrating) Hill: What kind of people become fortunetellers? Most times they're a bunch of half-literate middle age women who only tell you stuff they wish would happen to them. They fabricate your dreams because theirs got dashed on the rocks. So how you figure that huh? Having your future told by someone who ain't got one. [Infirmary] Pancamo: Doctor, what the fuck is wrong with me? I'm hot, I got rashes, diarrhea. Dr. Nathan: Well, I'm afraid what you have is...it's called a staph infection. Sometimes when a wound gets infected toxins are released into the bloodstream, and these toxins tunnel into tissue and- Pancamo: That's why all the drugs? Dr. Nathan: Well, antibiotics yes, but your system seems to be resistant to them. Pancamo: And I get this from being in the hospital? Dr. Nathan: Yeah. Pancamo: Am I going to die? Dr. Nathan: Look, we're doing everything we can and I'm sure that- Pancamo: Christ. Don't let me die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die lying in my own shit. [Unit B. the pool table is unveiled] Robson: Whoa. Man oh man. I'm getting a hard just looking at that beauty. Schillinger: Rack them, prag. Robson: So, I hear Pancamo caught the flu or something. May be fatal. Schillinger: Good. And if it isn't, when he gets out we'll make it fatal. Robson: Schibetta's in the psych unit, Urbano's in the hole, and the Sicilians don't run the cafeteria anymore. Those Wiseguys ain't looking that wise these days. Schillinger: Meanwhile, we've got other fish to fry. You know sweet pea, I like a nice firm ass. You need to go to the gym. Winthrop: Yes, sir. Schillinger: And if you see your buddy Adam Guenzel there I need you to give him some pertinent information. Winthrop: About what sir? Schillinger: About his buddy Tobias Beecher. [Gym] Beecher: How was your visit with your mother and dad? Guenzel: She cried the whole time. It was embarrassing. Beecher: Well, you should be grateful somebody's crying about you at all. Okay, that's enough. Stop. Come on, stop. Guenzel: Cut it out. I'm going to go use the free weights. Beecher: I got to get you back to Em City before I go to work for sister Pete. Guenzel: I can get back to Em City myself. Beecher: Yeah but.... Guenzel: Look, I got to start being my own man. Beecher: Okay. Winthrop: Hey there handsome. Guenzel: Fuck you. Winthrop: What's with the attitude man? Hey pal, I'm in here because of you, remember? I didn't want to rape that girl. Guenzel: Look at yourself. Look at what you've turned into. Winthrop: I had to. To survive, you know? Guenzel: You don't see me all dolled up. Winthrop: That's because you got Beecher, and from what I understand, you're paying the same price for protection that I am. Guenzel: Bullshit. Winthrop: Oh come on. Everybody knows Beecher's a fucking fag. Everybody knows that you're sucking his cock. (Guenzel attacks Winthrop) Guenzel: Liar! Come on! Fuck you! Winthrop: Bitch! [McManus's office] McManus: You want to tell me what that was all about? Guenzel: Winthrop came on to me. I had to set him straight. McManus: I thought you two were friends. Guenzel: Not anymore. McManus: Alright. Since this is your first offence I'm going to be lenient, but you only get one hall pass. You understand? Guenzel: Yes, sir. [Em City] Beecher: So? He slapped you on the wrist? Guenzel: Just like you said he would. Beecher: You don't want to spend any time in the hole, Adam. Guenzel: I already got my lecture for the day okay? Beecher: Hey, are you alright? Guenzel: Don't you fucking touch me. [Interaction] Schillinger: I want to say something about our last session. When we were discussing homosexuality, at the time I implied that I never harmed you Beecher. Well, my reaction was knee jerk. You have to understand I...I was worried about saying anything out loud that might expose me to possible disciplinary or legal action. I did abuse you when you arrived. And for that I am sorry. I ask your forgiveness. Sister Pete: Tobias. Do you except his apology? Beecher: I...I don't know. [Protective Custody] McClain: So the FBI has decided to let the local DA prosecute you. Keller: Why? McClain: An eyewitness that came foreword claims to have seen you dump Brice Tibet's body in a field outside of Alden Township. But the FBI only has jurisdiction if they can prove that you brought Tibets across the state line. Which they can't. Keller: Let's say that I did dump the body. It doesn't mean that I killed the guy. McClain: Exactly. See, now if I'm going to keep you off death row we'll have to create that doubt in the jury's mind. But you said you didn't kill Tibets. Keller: That's right. McClain: Then what were you doing with the body? Keller: It wasn't me. McClain: Okay, 'cause the eyewitness, he picked you out of a lineup so... Keller: Catherine. It wasn't me. Now, this witness says that it was night time, right? There's no lights at nighttime right? All of the sudden this motherfucker's got X-Ray vision? McClain: Well, Jeez Keller. You don't need me. You can just plead your own case. Keller: You're prettier. McClain: Not by much. The arraignment's tomorrow. Keller: Mh-hmm. McClain: Ready for a little trip into town? Keller: What, and leave this place? Jesus I don't know. McClain: Officer. Till the AM. Keller: You going to see Toby? McClain: Yes. Keller: Tell him I had a funny dream about him. He was elected President of the United States. Howell: I had a dream about you and me. Keller: Yeah? Howell: We were gladiators. Your name was Sextus. And mine was Cunnilinga. [Sister Pete's office] Beecher: God it is good to see you. McClain: Yes, you too. Beecher: Oh, I spoke to Holly this morning and she said she had such a great time at Adventure Country with you and your son Brad. McClain: She's a great kid. Beecher: How'd your meeting go with Keller? McClain: Good. We're well on our way to building a solid defense. Toby, he never talked about these killings did he? Beecher: No. McClain: You wouldn't lie to me in order to protect him? Beecher: No. McClain: Okay. I'll see you. Beecher: Oh, Catherine. Keller-- He didn't give you a message for me did he? McClain: No. (Flashback. Gym) Robson: So there's two ways this could go precious. They both end the same. With my dick up your ass. [Library] Schillinger: Beecher, I need to talk to you. Beecher: Look... Schillinger: I didn't want to say anything in our session. I tried to convince Robson not to rape your boy Guenzel. But you know Robson, he's head strong. Anyway, the Sicilians stopped him and I'm glad. Beecher: You're glad? Schillinger: Yeah, well not glad, exactly. I'm like you. I'm all turned around, you know? I'm trying to stop the shit in my life. But it's Oz you know? I realize I can't stop most of it. But I can do some things. Now, I heard what's going on. The Warden won't let you see Keller. So I'm offering on my next mail run to take a letter to Keller for you. Beecher: You'd do that? You would? Schillinger: You write it up, I'll slip it through. Beecher: I'm uh... Schillinger: What? Amazed? In shock? Beecher: Suspicious. Schillinger: Well you have every right to be. But I swear to you, on the graves of both my sons, I'm just trying to make up for the past. Trying to clear my conscience so I can move on. [Protective Custody] Schillinger: Hello there, Keller. Keller: Schillinger, my old friend. Schillinger: I got a package from one of your Ex-wives, subscription renewal notice from Sports Illustrated, and this, from Beecher. Keller: What's the game? Schillinger: No game. Tomorrow, if you want, I'll take your letter back to Beecher. [Beecher Pod] Hack: Lights out. Beecher: Adam, is everything alright? You haven't said a word all evening. Guenzel: Were you a fag before you came to Oz, or did you start here? Beecher: What? Guenzel: I've been asking around. I heard some stories, are they true? Beecher: It depends on what you heard. Guenzel: That when you first arrived you were Schillinger's bitch. Beecher: Yes. Guenzel: And then some guy named Keller's bitch. Beecher: Not a bitch, exactly. Guenzel: Then what, his girlfriend? Beecher: People like to reduce things to their most basic form. Guenzel: You're either a fag, or you're not a fag. And if you are, you should have told me instead of pretending to act normal. Pretending to care about me for the right reasons. Beecher: Adam I do care about you for the right reasons. Guenzel: Stay back! Beecher: Come on, don't be an asshole. Guenzel: Oh, you'd like that huh? To be up my asshole? Beecher: Shut the fuck up! (Beecher and Guenzel fight) Guenzel: Get the fuck off me you fucking faggot! Beecher: Just stop. Guenzel: Get the fuck off me! Hack: Break it up! Guenzel: I don't need that fucking faggot! [McManus's office] Guenzel: I'm telling you, this faggot grabbed me. I don't want to spend another night in the same cell as him. McManus: Fine, but since all the cells in Em city are full, and since you need a little attitude adjustment, I'm putting you in the cage. Guenzel: He-! I didn't do shit! Get your fucking hands off me you fuck! McManus: The boy's got problems. He raped a girl, beat her brains in. Beecher: I know. I've known Adam's family for a long time. McManus: Yeah, I know, that's why I made you his sponsor. And I'm beginning to think I made a mistake bringing him to Em City. Maybe I should transfer him out. Beecher: Don't. I can turn him around. Give me a chance. McManus: Okay, a chance. [Em City] Guenzel: Faggot. Faggot. Faggot. Faggot. Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! [Cafeteria] Schillinger: I found a way for you and Keller to meet face to face. Beecher: Yeah, how? Schillinger: Come work for me in the post office. I'll let you deliver the mail to Protective Custody. Beecher: Quit Sister Pete? Schillinger: Well, yeah, you'd have to. Beecher: And I'd get to see Keller? Schillinger: Every day. Beecher: Okay. Schillinger: There's just one thing that I'd ask for in trade. Beecher: What's that? Schillinger: The boy. Give me the boy. Beecher: What? Schillinger: Tell the Sicilians to back off and let me have him. To do with him whatever I choose. Beecher: This is what this has all been about? Schillinger: What do you mean? Beecher: The 'I'm trying to change my ways' crap. You know, it-- I almost believed you. Schillinger: Oh, it's true. But really, it's beside the point. I have a practical solution to your problem. Beecher: You're asking me to get the thing I want most to allow you to subject Adam to the same horrors you put me through? No way. Schillinger: Hmph. Not even for Keller? Beecher: Not even for Keller. Schillinger: Well, I have to admit, I'm stunned. I admire your strength of character. I respect your decision. We'll just leave the whole matter at that. Beecher: Yeah, you never leave anything at that. Schillinger: Well, nobody changes over night. Be sure to eat your vegetables. (Hill Narrating) Hill: Who's to say that the future ain't fucking with the fortune teller? Let's say that she tells you that you're going to fall in love. But she doesn't tell you that your beloved's going to die of cancer. And that she really is your long lost sister. And a serial killer. Because the fortune teller don't know that. What if God or the spirits or whatever is only telling the fortune teller half the story. Half the truth. [Break Room] Murphy: Fucking Friday. Brass: Fucking Friday? Murphy: Yeah, you'd think I'd be happy, with the weekend coming, and all. Working in Oz, I never feel more fucked then on a Friday. Brass: Hmm. Pay day. Murphy: I don't know if I'd call it pay. Man makes a dog-shit wage. Money none of those cocksucking congressmen would work for huh? You got to laugh. Brass: You follow Pro Basketball? Murphy: Huh, basketball? Brass: Yeah. Who do you think the worst player in the NBA is? Murphy: Some white guy. Brass: Actually maybe two or three white guys battling for the honor. Murphy: Yeah, that's got to piss you off, right? Seeing some of these jags play Pro ball knowing you're better then most of them? Brass: Why would that piss me off? You know how goddamn good you've got to be in order to be the worst player in the NBA? You got to be phenomenal. Murphy: No, I realize that, I was just saying-- Brass: My point is that even the worst player in the NBA still makes league minimum, $330,000 a year. Murphy: Wow. Brass: You take away what the government gets, your agent's four percent. Worst case scenario you've still got 160. Fuck it, 150, Even 140. Say you want to jerk off with ten of it. That's $140,000 cash in pocket. Murphy: Hey Dave, man, I didn't mean to get you all riled up. Brass: It's not you. It's fucking Friday. [Infirmary] Dr. Nathan: So, all the blood tests came back negative. We should run them again in 3 months. Brass: And Martinez, how are his blood tests? Dr. Nathan: Oh, he doesn't have AIDS, if that's what you're asking. That doesn't necessarily mean it was his blood that got thrown at you. Brass: Why'd you douse me, you prick? Martinez: Because you're the prick, you prick. (Brass hits Martinez) Dr. Nathan: Hey, stop that! Brass: Oh, so it's okay for you to hit this cocksucker but not me!? (Flashback) Rebadow: Officer Brass? Officer Brass? Brass: What? Rebadow: Did you buy my Mightyball ticket? Brass: What? Yeah, yeah. [Computer Room] Busmalis: It's almost time, I'm so excited. Aren't you excited, Bob? Rebadow: Excited about what? Busmalis: The Mightyball drawing, the million dollars, which if you win will go towards finding a cure for your Grandson. How can you not be excited? Rebadow: What if God didn't give me the right numbers? What if I don't win? Then Little Alex dies. [Em City] Allan: Today's numbers will be randomly selected from 51 numbered balls out of our Lotto draw hopper. So, everybody, get it out and get it ready because it's time to play Mightyball. [reak Room] Allan: If your number is drawn you could be the lucky winner of 2 million dollars. [Em City] Allan: The first number is...7 Busmalis: Seven, Bob, that's a match. Allan: The second number is 10. Rebadow: That's two. [Break room] Allan: 3. The fourth number is... 49. [Em City] Busmalis: Four for four. [Break Room] Allan: The fifth number is...30, and the final number, and the winner of 2 million dollars is...51. Brass: Motherfucker, you got to be fucking fucking me. Yes! Jesus Christ, I fucking won! Yeah! Murphy: You won? Brass: Yeah, motherfucker, I won! Goddamnit, yes! Oh, shit! Fuck! Oh, yeah! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yeah! [McManus's office] McManus: I know, It's wild. Yeah, alright, alright. Okay, okay bye. Yeah. Mineo: Rebadow's making a fuss all day. He claims that Brass didn't win the lottery, he did. McManus: Oh, yeah? Alright, well, bring him in. Bob. Rebadow: I need to speak with officer Brass. I've been waiting. McManus: Slow down, slow down. Rebadaow: 7,10, 3, 49, 30, 51. Those are my numbers. I had Officer Brass purchase the ticket for me. McManus: Bob, memorizing the winning numbers doesn't prove-- Rebadow: You don't believe me? Ask Officer Brass. McManus: Are you serious? Rebadow: On my dying Grandson's life. McManus: Well, Bob, Dave Brass isn't here. I mean, when he found out he won he just left. He didn't go to his locker. He didn't punch out. Rebadow: Can't you find him somehow? McManus: Let me see what I can do. (Hill Narrating) Hill: You walk by a storefront, a fortuneteller beckons you inside. You know it's a scam, but you go anyway. As she flips the cards, you say to yourself, 'this is bullshit.' And yet, she says the one thing you really want to hear. You lean in a little closer, hoping, praying the she actually knows the truth. [Em City. Brass is on TV] Brass: Well, I came straight from work. I'm a CO at the Oswald State Correctional Facility. Well, not anymore. I quit! I won! [Gym] Murphy: Tim, any word from Brass? McManus: No, nobody's heard from him. Not his family, not his girlfriend. He left the Lottery claims center and hopped a plane to parts unknown. Murphy: Damn. I was with Brass during the drawing. He was out of his mind because he won. You know, as you would be. But thinking about it now he must have been saying to himself, 'Fuck you, Rebadow.' And I'll tell you, if it was one of the other dinks in this joint and I was Brass I would have ripped them off too. But to do it to a guy like Rebadow, you know, he's got a dying Grandson, not throw him a bone. I mean that's dead-of-winter cold. McManus: Brass was a good guy. Murphy: Obviously not that good of a guy. McManus: When we played basketball against Vahue, I got to know him. He was the most stand-up-do-right-by-you person I ever met. Murphy: Well, guess that's what two mill can do to a fellow. McManus: No, it wasn't the money, he felt fucked over. I mean, he had a big pair of gigantic, NBA tits in his face and we say to him no, no, no, no you work in Oz. You get your Achilles tendon slashed for no good reason except McManus can't keep his fucking mouth shut. Murphy: You going to blame yourself for what happened to Brass forever? McManus: Yeah. Murphy: Dave Brass came to Oz and filled out an application. Nobody forced him to do that, right? His leg got fucked up, that sucks. But this is a maximum-security prison. The poor guy got piss and shit thrown at him. He could get AIDS, that'd be a lot worse then being a goddamn gimp. But you know what? He filled out an application. Tim, every night I get down on my knees and pray to God I don't get shanked when I come to work. But what if it happens? I mean what if one of these fucking animals ends up butt-fucking me? Are you going to blame yourself because you brought me into Oz? Because if you did you'd be a goddamn idiot. I filled out an application. [Entrance] Hinden: Cold out there, ain't it? O'Connor: Oh, you're telling me. I wish I had a fur coat like one of your Seeing Eye dogs. Hinden: Well, we prefer to call them guide dogs. O'Connor: Well, what's the difference? Hinden: Well, you work for the Governor, you should know what it's like being politically correct. O'Connor: How's the program going? Hinden: Well, it's a real testament to Mans Best Friend. I have three of the more disparate inmates that I've ever had, and each of them are doing a wonderful job. O'Connor: I'm impressed. Hinden: Most skeptics usually are. O'Connor: Oh. [Alvarez Pod. Alvarez plays with his dog] (Penders pod. Penders gives his dog pills) [Hill Pod] Hill: Hey, Layla. It's hot in here this morning. Hey Layla. Lay-- Lay... (Hill collapses. The dog starts barking) [Infirmary] Dr, Nathan: He's got septicemia, a serious kidney disease. He went into septic shock. We managed to bring his temperature down from 105. McManus: This is, like what? A virus? Is it contagious? Dr. Nathan: No, it's a bacterial infection. Oftentimes, paraplegics are prone to kidney disorders, especially if they take poor care of themselves. McManus: Wait, wait. Augustus is nearly maniacal about his upkeep. Dr. Nathan: There's something else. McManus: What? Dr. Nathan: He's also got a shit load of heroin in his bloodstream. [Em City] Guerra: Whoa, what the fuck is this, man? Busmalis: Ms. Sally's new TV series, Sallycise. It's a health and exercise show. Guerra: Yeah, well, one of my muscles is already getting bigger. Arif: What's the latest on Hill? Rebadow: Is Augustus going to be okay? Inmate: Yo, What's up? Did he O.D. man? Redding: So, how's he doing? McManus: You son of a bitch. Augustus's blood is swimming with heroin huh? You want to fucking tell me about that, do you? Redding: I don't know nothing about that! Just tell me how the fuck he is! McManus: He's dying. He's lying in a fucking hospital bed dying. Redding: Well, why in the Hell are you standing here trying to talk to me? McManus: I want to know who gave him the drugs, Redding. Redding: I don't know nothing about that. I swear to you, you got to believe me. McManus: Why the fuck should I believe you? Redding: I'm getting old! I should have died a long time ago. But there's one thing I wont do, and that's outlive that boy. Now you go and do everything you can for him and I swear to you, I'll find out who it was that gave him that smack! McManus: Alright, and when you do, you bring him straight to me. You understand me? [Poet Pod] Poet: Yo, Burr, how's our boy doing? Redding: You been feeding him tits? Poet: Why? He overdosed or something? I thought it was a kidney thing. Redding: Brought on by some motherfucker who got him smack, and you're at the top of my list, Poet. Poet: What, me? No way, man. No way! Redding: I swear to you, I will root out the truth. Poet: You keep digging motherfucker, but I ain't give him shit. You know, you got a lot of enemies, Burr. Before you start accusing your friends, you need to go check out them Sicilians and them spics. That's what you need to do. (Flashback. Penders shoots a guy) Hill: Prisoner number 97P528, Greg Penders, Convicted May 7th, 1997, criminally negligent homicide. Sentence, 17 years. Up for parole in 9. [Cafeteria] Alvarez: You heard the news? Hinden: Yeah, too bad. Augustus was doing a great job with Layla. Penders: Well, what are the steaks for? Hinden: They're for today's training. Penders: We're going to teach the dogs to cook? Hinden: You're going to teach the dogs self-control. Now, it's of primary importance that your dog's attention at all times remains focused on you, even when tempted with those things that, as a dog, they love. Alvarez: Like raw fucking meat. Hinden: Or cats or other dogs, anything. So the two of you head on over there. Penders: This is fucking unbelievable. You know, I haven't seen a steak in six years, and now you're going to put it on the floor, so a dog won't eat it? Hinden: Miguel, you go first. Have Julie lead you along, but towards the steak. Alvarez: Yeah, but what do I do if she goes for it? Hinden: You give her lead a firm tug and say, "no". Alvarez: No! Julie, no! Good girl, good girl. Come on. Julie, no! Julie! No! Shit. This is going to take a while. [Em City] Kenmin: Cute pooch. You know, when I was nine my parents gave me a dog, this beautiful Chesapeake Bay Retriever. One day I decided to dock the dogs tail. Alvarez: Dock, what's that? Kenmin: Amputate. Alvarez: Why? Kenmin: I Just thought he'd look better. I grabbed the butcher knife from the kitchen and just cut his tail off, cropped his ears, kept on going. By the time the folks got home, they were pissed, dead puppy everywhere. Alvarez: Get your hands off the dog. Kenmin: I'm kidding. Alvarez: I don't care, get your hands off my fucking dog. Morales: Do what he says Jia. Kenmin: Someday, Morales. Someday. Alvarez: Are you protecting me now? Morales: No, I just hate that yellow scum fuck. And I've got a question to ask. You've been tight with Mukada right? Alvarez: Yeah, on and off. Morales: I was wondering something. Alvarez: What? Morales: Where the fuck's his office? [Mukada's office] Mukada: Open. Enrique...What a surprise. Morales: Yeah, you're telling me. Nice digs. Mukada: So? Morales: I fried a guy once. That's why I'm here. I chucked his useless ass into a transformer. Now, he begged me not to kill him I mean, that's what put me over the edge, the begging. Mukada: So, now you're feeling guilty about this. Morales: Fuck, no. I'm thinking, I was the last guy to hear this jags voice. I own his last words. Mukada: I'm not following. Morales: I got a feeling you own my sisters. And I want them. Mukada: Oh, well, yes, we did have a chat shortly before the bus crashed, and she said that she loves you very much and that she was very excited about seeing you. Morales: And I couldn't wait to see her. I mean, her smiling face. She was the spitting image of our mother. Now you got to tell me father, did Annette at least die happy? Mukada: She seemed to be in very good spirits, except for the problems that she was having in her marriage. Morales: Oh, wait, she was having problems? Mukada: Yeah, you didn't know about that? Morales: No, what kind of problems? Mukada: Well, I'm not sure of the specifics. I...Maybe you better ask her husband. Morales: Yeah. Yeah, I'm going to do just that. [Visiting Room] Osorio: Damn, you look nicer in here then you did out. Morales: At least you still look like shit. Osorio: It's been a tough time, planning the funeral and all. Morales: Yeah. Well, how you doing about Annette? Osorio: Okay, I guess. I mean, me and her, we was-- Morales: Hey, hey, hey. I know. She was a cunt. Osorio: Man, you don't know how happy I am to hear you say that, Enrique. I mean, I didn't want to come down here and lie to you about Annette. I mean, all of a sudden she wanted to be this model right? She was walking around South Beach and she's shoving her tits in the face of every agent and photographer in town. Morales: If she was spreading it around you got to set her straight. Osorio: She kept wearing these skimpy tops no bigger then fucking rubber bands. You know what I did? Morales: What? Osorio: I cut a fucking chunk out of her arm. Believe me, the bitch wore sleeves from then on. Morales: That put her right? Osorio: Fuck, no. The girl would spread her legs for anything that moved and sometimes for things that didn't. I mean, I don't like to disrespect the dead, Enrique-- Morales: Hey, you know what, Javier? You never will again. (Morales slams Osorio's head into the table) Morales: My sister was a saint, you motherfucker! Son of a bitch! Fucker! Hack: Let him go! Morales: Motherfucker! Hack: Let him go! Morales: You cocksucker! (Morales is put in the hole.) [Infirmary] Kirk: Father? Father Mukada? Come here, please. Mukada: I heard that you'd been transferred back from Benchley Memorial. That you'll recover from the stabbing. Kirk: Where's Hoyt? Mukada: Hoyt confessed to a series of murders. Today he's being transported to death row. Kirk: Father, I want to make confession as well. I want to be a Roman Catholic again. Mukada: No. Kirk: What? What do you-- you can't refuse me. Mukada: I sure as Hell can. [Death Row] Hack: Welcome to death row, Hoyt. (Hill Narrating) Hill: In olden times, when you wanted to know what the future held, you'd drag your lamb down to the local witchy woman, where she'd proceed to slice him neck to ass and read his hot, steamy entrails. From this, somehow, your fortune was revealed. From some woman with cataracts and no teeth watching your livestock bleed out. Seems to me, all you've done is lost a lamb, which ain't going to help your future at all. [Solitary] Cyril O'Reily: No! You fucking pig! No! No! [Infirmary] Sister Pete: His violent episodes are increasing. Every day now he's getting into some kind of brawl. We can't just keep sedating him. Ryan O'Reily: Well, then get him out of solitary. It's making him go crazy, send him back to me. Dr. Nathan: Ryan, I've tried. The Warden refuses. Ryan O'Reily: Why? Sister Pete: Ryan, your bother killed Li Chen. Ryan O'Reily: In self-defense. He was going to rape my ma. Sister Pete: But unfortunately, you have no proof of that. And Jia denies ever having said that to you. Ryan O'Reily: Fucking chink bastard. Because of that cocksucker Cyril's facing the death penalty now. Dr. Nathan: If only we could find someone else to corroborate your story. Ryan O'Reily: Oh, wait, fuck, there is. I've been so distracted I forgot, Glen Shupe. He overheard Li threatening my mom. Sister Pete: I'll go tell Leo. Ryan O'Reily: You got to handle it so careful. You know, you got to treat it like a piece of fine glass. It's that fragile. Dr. Nathan: What is? Ryan O'Reily: Happiness. Glynn: Did you or did you not tell Ryan O'Reily that Li Chen was going to rape O'Reily's mother? Shupe: I did not. Glynn: Take him back to Emerald City. Shupe: I think I need to go into protective custody. Glynn: Okay. Sister Pete: Leo, it's obvious he's lying. He did tell Ryan about Li Chen. Glynn: Listen, it's not for me to decide, Peter Marie. That's the jury's job. But you better explain to Cyril O'Reily that what he needs now is a good lawyer. [Sister Pete's office] McClain: Yeah, this is going to be a tough one. The history of Cyril's violent behavior, the death of Hamid Kahn, putting Jia Kenmin in a coma various other altercations. That'll all play right into the prosecutors hands. And Sister, according to your analysis, he knows right from wrong. Sister Pete: Yes. McClain: Right. Like I said, this is going to be tough. I'll take the case. Ryan O'Reily: You will? McClain: But Mr. O'Reily, If I were in your shoes I'd go with a name brand. Ryan O'Reily: Wait, what do you mean a name brand? McClain: A lawyer who can razzle-dazzle. Someone who will turn Cyril's mental state into a cause. Headlines, Op-Eds pieces, segments on the nightly news. Ryan O'Reily: You can't do that? McClain: Not as well as others. You need Barnum F. Lee Bailey, Jonnie Cochran, Ken Starr. Ryan O'Reily: Come on, get real. Those guys are expensive. McClain: Yes. So I guess the question for you and your family is... how much is your brothers life worth? [Stage] Fitzgerald: So I'm the cause of all this? Ryan O'Reily: Ah, no, you're not. Fitzgerald: Yeah because you tried to warn me that something could happen and I didn't listen. Ryan O'Reily: Look, don't blame yourself, okay? The truth is, having you around has been great for me and Cyril. Now we just got to figure out some way to get him off of death row. Fitzgerald: Let's do what that woman said. Let's hire a big time attorney. Ryan O'Reily: You got money? Fitzgerald: Well, I've got some savings. Ryan O'Reily: Well, whatever you have it's not going to be enough. Fitzgerald: Well, have you talked to your father, to your Aunt Brenda? Ryan O'Reily: Why, what good would that do? Fitzgerald: Well, I'm not sure. But they deserve to know what's going on. We need a family meeting. Ryan O'Reily: You and dad, in the same room? Fitzgerald: Yes. Ryan O'Reily: Have you seen him lately? Fitzgerald: No, I haven't seen Seamus O'Reily for over 30 years. But I can't think of a better reason to stare the old bastard down. Ryan O'Reily: I don't know. [Interaction room] Ryan O'Reily: Hey, dad. Aunt Brenda, hi. How are you? Aunt Brenda: I brought chocolate peanut clusters. Cyril's favorite kind. Ryan O'Reily: Oh, I'll make sure he gets them, thanks. Have a seat. Aunt Brenda: Susanne. Fitzgerald: Brenda. Aunt Brenda: For God's sake Seamus , we came all this way. Take another two steps. Fitzgerald: I won't bite. I promise. Seamus O'Reily: Like you ever kept a promise? Let's get down to business. Ryan O'Reily: Okay, so I explained the particulars to the both of you over the phone. And I just-- I need to know can we afford to hire the best lawyer to defend Cyril? Aunt Brenda: Well how much are we talking here? Fitzgerald: Upwards of $20,000. Aunt Brenda: Oh, sweet Jesus. Seamus O'Reily: Well, neither of us have that kind of money, not even if we stacked together our nickels and dimes. Ryan O'Reily: Aunt Brenda, I remember when you got hurt on the job, and the company, they cut you a big fat compensation check. Aunt Brenda: That's the money I live on, Ryan. I mean, that's all I have for my old age. Seamus O'Reily: Don't you be asking Brenda to risk her future because of Cyril. Ryan O'Reily: She says she loves him. Aunt Brenda: I do. Ryan O'Reily: But not enough. Seamus O'Reily: Wait a minute, wait a minute. How come your mother hasn't asked her family to step up? Fitzgerald: You know as well as I that my family disowned me. Seamus O'Reily: Oh, that's right, they disowned you. But not for walking away from your husband, your children, no. For blowing up that cop. For bringing shame on your father, the lace curtain fuck! Fitzgerald: I have accepted responsibility for my actions, Seamus . Maybe it's time you did the same. Seamus O'Reily: Hey, I took fucking responsibility 32 years ago by putting food in their mouth, paying the rent, wiping their dirty asses! And where were you, where the fuck were you?! Fitzgerald: Let me ask you something Seamus , and tell me the truth for the first time in your life. You and Tessie got together real quick after I left, and you had Cyril a year after we had Ryan. Seamus : So? Fitzgerald: So, were you fucking her behind my back? Seamus : Yeah. In fact, I fucked her the day Ryan was born. Ryan O'Reily: Okay, enough! Please. We're talking about Cyril here, okay? You know, I mean, shit. We're talking about saving his life. I mean, this shit don't matter. I mean... Aunt Brenda: You're wrong Ryan. The shit is all there is. You say we have to save him, for what? A lifetime in Oz, you know, with his mind all a muddle. Maybe the only generous thing we can all do for the boy is to let him die. Ryan O'Reily: What? Aunt Brenda: Come on, Seamus , give me a ride home. Ryan O'Reily: No, no, Brenda, please don't go. Please? There's more. Aunt Brenda: There has to be more to a family then just blood, Ryan, more than Christmas dinners and the birthday cakes, more then old hurts and unsettled scores. We're not a family. We never have been. You knocked on the wrong door, honey. Seamus O'Reily: See you in another three decades, you cunt. Fiztergerald: I'm so sorry for that I.... Ryan O'Reily: No, it's okay. Actually it went better then I expected. Fitzgerald: Oh, Ryan. You know she is wrong. She's wrong, because you and me and Cyril, we are a family. I mean, we're tattered and torn, but we're going to get through this. Ryan O'Reily: Yeah, Aunt Brenda's right about one thing though. The best thing we can do for Cyril is to let him die. Fitzgerald: Oh, shit. [Infirmary] Cyril O'Reily: Hiya, Ryan. Ryan O'Reily: Hey kid. Oh, wait. Shh...hey, hey. It's okay. Cyril O'Reily: What happened? Was I bad again? Ryan O'Reily: Yeah. Cyril O'Reily: Sorry. Ryan O'Reily: It's okay. Cyril O'Reily: Can we go back to Em City now? Ryan O'Reily: No, Cyril, I'm afraid you have to go back to solitary. Cyril O'Reily: I don't like Solitary. Ryan O'Reily: Oh, I know. Cyril O'Reily: It's scary. It's lonely. Ryan O'Reily: Believe me, if I could trade places with you, I'd do it in a fucking second. Cyril O'Reily: Ryan, are you crying? Ryan O'Reily: No, boys don't cry. Cyril O'Reily: That's right. Daddy always said, "Boys don't cry". Ryan O'Reily: And Daddy knows best. Lopresti: Out of the way, O'Reily. Are you going to behave yourself, hmm? Cyril O'Reily: Yes, sir. [Hill Narrating] Hill: Listen... For all the gypsies, seers, tea leaves, tarot cards and ouiga boards, your life is your fucking life. No, check that. There is one person who tells the future for a living, and he's 100% right every time. Who is this magical motherfucker? He's called the judge. And all of us in Oz, we got our fortunes told. And let me tell you, the future...It ain't bright. [Stage. Fitzgerald plays the Piano] (Cyril is put back in solitary) (Ryan lays in his bed)