You Bet Your Life Written by Tom Fontana [The box.] Hill: Back in the 1950s, there was a game show on tv called "You Bet Your Life", hosted by Groucho Marx. Every week, Groucho would ask inane questions and insult the contestants. A fake duck would drop down on a string and Groucho would go Busmalis: (as Groucho) Say the secret word and win $100. Hill: But not once did anyone actually bet their life. Unlike in Oz, no one ever put their life on the line. [Em City. Quad.] TV Announcer VO: The attempted assassination of Governor James Devlin by a former employee of the Oswald Correctional Facility has sent a shockwave through this election campaign and the entire state. Devlin, who is listed in stable condition, announced that he intends to stay in the race for re-election. The suspect, Clayton Hughes, is being held without bail at the Crown and Shield holding centre. Prisoners: Clayton! Clayton! Clayton! Clayton! [Unit B.] Prisoners: Kill Hughes! Kill Hughes! Kill Hughes! Kill Hughes! McManus: Sean? Murphy: Lockdown? Lockdown! Let's go, move your asses, now! Alright, come on, let's go. Get in your cell. Now. (Murphy is attacked by a black prisoner, who is restrained by another CO.) [Press Conference.] Glynn: Clayton Hughes is a close friend of our family's, and though I find his actions utterly reprehensible, I feel compelled, out of loyalty to his mother and late father, to stand by Clayton's side at his hour of need. I am therefore withdrawing my name as a candidate for the nomination of Lieutenant Governor. (Reporters should questions as the Warden leaves.) [Em City. Quad.] Supreme Allah: The niggers playing again. You two fucks ain't selling enough tits. Brown: What the fuck you mean we ain't selling enough tits? You bugging. Tidd: Who sells more than us? Allah: Desmond Mobay. Brown: Fuck that Jamaican fuck. Allah: Fuck you, nigger. Now, motherfuckers get pumping. Brown: Hey, Mobay. You gotta stop making us look so bad, man. You gettin' what I'm saying? Mobay: I do what I'm told. Tidd: Yeah, well, we's telling you something different. Mobay: I am not afraid of you, or you. (Brown grabs Mobay.) CO: Hey, back, back, back! You have gotta learn to control your emotions. Follow Officer Keating here. Brown: You sending me to the hole? CO: Not this time. Detective McGorry wants to interview you. Brown: I don't know no McGorry, who the fuck is that? CO: Homicide cop, investigating the Bruno Gergan murder. Brown: I don't know nothing about Bruno Gergan, alright? CO: Tell it to her. Brown: Punk ass. [Interview room.] McGorry: According to the files, you and Leroy Tidd had a little altercation with Bruno Gergan in the gym. Brown: An alter-what? McGorry: A fight. Brown: Oh. We was just fucking around. McGorry: You beat him to a pulp. (FB of fight.) Brown: Yeah, well, sometimes we get carried away. He lived, though. McGorry: Not for long. Brown: Look, I didn't push no Gergan down no elevator shaft. McGorry: If you didn't, who did? Brown: The only oe I know was grieving Gergan was Mobay. McGorry: Desmond Mobay? Brown: Oh, yeah. The two of them had some weirdness going on between them. [Em City. Classroom.] Mobay: I'm here. Adebisi: Sit down. Found out some very disturbing news today. Mobay: Yeah, what's that? Adebisi: There's an undercover narc in Oz. Mobay: Shit. Allah: His name is Brand. He's over in Unit B. Adebisi: And he's one of your customers. Mobay: So what do we do? Poet: Whack his ass. Mobay: Who? Adebisi: You. I want you to kill that fucking cop. Mobay: No problem. Adebisi: Go. [Em City. Hill-Mobay pod.] Hill: You know for a minute, I thought you was undercover. I mean, but you can't be, you know, given the amount of shit you were snorting, given the amount of shit you been selling. It's crazy, I know. But that night you were so cranked up on tits that your accent suddenly disappeared. I was like, what the fuck is that? And then your girlfriend, what's her name? Kina? I was positive that I recognized her from somewhere. Tore my brain out trying to remember, trying to remember where. Then I had a flash. (FB to Hill's 'accident'.) Hill VO: When they threw me off the roof, I was laying on the cold pavement and this woman police came over to see if I was still alive. (FB to 'Kina' in the visitors room.) Hill VO: That woman police, she's a dead ringer for your Kina. CO: Lights out! Hill: Well, goodnight Mobay. Or Officer "whoever the fuck you are." Hey! Mobay: You talk that shit to anyone, you're next down the elevator shaft. CO: Alright, break it up in there. Hill: I'm telling nobody nothing. I'm telling nobody that you're a cop, a cop who breaks the law, all in the name of the law. I just want you to know that I know you're a fraud. And I don't mean that you're undercover. I mean as a person. You're a fraud. (Mobay beats Hill unconscious. CO enters the pod.) CO: He's still alive, get a doctor up here. [Warden's office.] Mobay: I murdered Bruno Gergan. Glynn: What? Mobay: I committed a crime, I should be punished. McGorry: Why are you confessing? Mobay: Because I took an oath. Because I'm not a fraud. Because I don't want to be one of them. [Staff meeting.] Glynn: The arrest of Detective Basil for the murder of Bruno Gergan has obviously put an end to the undercover narcotics operation, at least for the time being. Querns: With all due respect, Warden, I think you're gonna to have to accept the fact that the war on drugs is unwinnable. McManus: You know, that's not true. We have to be diligent, we have to keep fighting. We can't just give up on education. We have to rehabilitate. Querns: I'm not saying that you're not gonna get lucky with a slug or two, but if you think you're gonna eradicate heroin from Oz, well, that's just plain stupid. McManus: Who you calling stupid? Querns: Hey, if the shoe fits - McManus: Fuck you! Glynn: Alright, enough. Querns: Pussy. McManus: Come on! Sister Pete: Stop it! Stop it, stop it! What the fuck is happening here? Father Ray: Pete - Sister Pete: I am sick to death of sitting in on these meetings and listening to you people with your petty little egos. The walls are crumbling down around us and all you care about are yourselves. Well - (She leaves.) Glynn: (to Ray) Go after her. (Ray leaves.) [Hallway.] Father Ray: Pete? Sister Pete: (crying) No. Father Ray: Shh. I want to talk. Sister Pete: No, no. I'll be fine, Ray. No, really. I'll be fine. [Cafeteria. Addictions group.] Ryan: I don't get cravings anymore. Hill: That's horseshit. (A CO brings in Keller.) Sister Pete: What are you doing here? Keller: I'm an addict. I'm getting yearnings. I may start again, I need your help. Sister Pete: I don't want you in this room. Keller: Sister, you can't refuse me. Sister Pete: Oh, yes. Yes, I can. Take him back, please. (Keller leaves.) So, Augustus, you were about to make some point? Hill: Oh, yeah, um - [Oswald entrance.] Gloria: Hi! Sister Pete: Hi, oh. Gloria: I was gonna come up to the office and see you, but I thought, no. Sister Pete: Listen, I'm surprised you got this far. How you doing? Gloria: Oh, small increments or better, you know. Sister Pete: Yeah. Gloria: You? Sister Pete: Ah, I'm in a mood. Today I got the documents to sign. Gloria: Documents? Sister Pete: To stop being a nun. Gloria: So, this lunch we're having is a celebration? Sister Pete: I don't know. I still haven't made up my mind. I mean, joining a religious order, you know, you become a bride of Christ. It's hard to accept that when I put my signature on those documents Christ and I are divorced. [Em City. Bathroom.] Howell: Fuck me, you piece of shit. (Ryan imagines he is with Gloria.) Howell: Oh, fuck! [Em City. O'Reily pod.] (Cyril kicks a chair across the pod.) Ryan: Okay, what's the matter now, Cyril? Cyril: You and that woman. Ryan: What woman? Cyril: Officer Howell. Ryan: What about her? Cyril: You and she are bad. Ryan: Huh? Cyril: Come on, tell. Ryan: Tell? There's nothing to tell. Cyril: Wink, wink. I'm gonna tell. Ryan: Shut up, Cyril. Cyril: Fuck you. Ryan: You shut up or I'll smack - Cyril: What? You're going to what? I can take you. I can beat you up. Ryan: Jesus fucking Christ, man. Fucking place! [Sister Pete's office.] Sister Pete: Here it is. I sign that document, I stop being a nun. Father Ray: You gonna sign it? Sister Pete. Yes. Want to watch? Father Ray: No, thanks. Ryan: Sister, hey. I really need to talk to you. Father Ray: I was just leaving. Ryan: No, Father, please stay. I appreciate your input. Sister Pete: What's up? Ryan: It's my brother. He seems to be okay after the OD, but he's having these terrible nightmares again. So, he only gets but a few hours of sleep, and I'm beginning to think that the uh, what'd you call it? Sister Pete: Deprivation? Ryan: Yeah, that. That that shit's just starting to affect his brain. Sister Pete: Why, what's he doing? Ryan: Oh, he's becoming aggressive, he's making things up and claiming to see things that just aren't there. Father Ray: Really? Ryan: Yeah. I was wondering if maybe you could put him back on some kind of medication, you know, um, something to knock him out, just for a little while, until he gets some sleep? Sister Pete: Uh, alright, I'll meet with Cyril and then I'll decide what's best for him. Ryan: You gotta remember this: This stuff he's saying, man, it's crazy. [Sister Pete's office, later.] Sister Pete: And the nightmares are always the same? Cyril: Pretty much. Sister Pete: Is there anything in your dreams that you see when you're awake? Cyril: No. Sister Pete: Cyril, do you remember anything before your accident? Cyril: Before I got hit in the head? Sister Pete: Yeah. Cyril: My mother's hands. They were rough, all red from working but soft when she touched me. Sister Pete: Anything else? Cyril: The cross, like that, around her neck. She'd pray to Jesus. Sister Pete: Do you believe in Jesus? Cyril: That's a silly question. Sister Pete: Why? Cyril: 'Cause it's not up to me, believing or not believing. We don't choose God. God chooses us. [Em City. Quad.] Sister Pete: Cyril, do you mind if I talk to your brother for a minute? Cyril: Sure. Ryan: So? Sister Pete: I don't see any of the symptoms you described. In fact, quite the opposite. Ryan: He's always on his best behavior with you, Sister, but I swear to God, the kid's - Sister Pete: Ryan, don't swear. What is true is that he's exhausted, so we need to try to find a medication other than the Haldol to help him sleep. Ryan: Good, thank you. Sister Pete: I'll have Dr. Prestopnik write up a prescription. [Em City. Computer room.] Sister Pete: Hello, Chris. Keller: Sister. Sister Pete: Stay where you are. As you know, for the past month or so, I've been preparing to leave the convent. Keller: Mm-hmm. Sister Pete: Part of that stems from the conversations we had together. You made me doubt myself as a psychologist, as a nun, as a woman. Keller: I'm sorry if I caused you grief. Sister Pete: Oh, you caused me grief, and I want to thank you for it. Keller: What? Sister Pete: You know, Chris, most of us tumble into our lives. We become who we are almost by accident. We try very hard not to look backwards, afraid to find out that maybe we should've done something else. But you forced me to look backwards, to question every element of my identity. By questioning, do you know - do you know what I discovered? I am a psychologist, I am a woman. I am a nun. And all of these parts of me are not an accident. They were put together by someone else, someone far greater. We do not choose God. God chooses us. Keller: What happens to those of us who he don't choose? Like in grade school, you're waiting for one side or the other to pick you to play kickball. But you're too small, you're too stupid, or maybe you're just too weird. All bullshit aside, Sister, I want God to pick me. Pick me. Sister Pete: Maybe he will. There's still time. Keller: You know something, Sister? I don't think so. [Sister Pete's office.] (She tears up the papers.) [Bathroom.] (Howell is giving Ryan head.) Ryan: Oh, fuck! We gotta stop. Howell: What? Ryan: This. Howell: Why? Ryan: People are talking. Howell: Fuck 'em. Ryan: You'll get fired. Howell: What is this, O'Reily? I'm sucking your dick so much you're losing your balls? Ryan: No, I just thought that maybe - Howell: This ain't over until I say it's over. You start thinking different, I'll crush these balls of yours. You got that, punk? (He nods.) Good. Same time tomorrow. Cunnilingus. Let's go. [The box.] Hill: There's nothing like the thrill of gambling. Nothing compares to that incredible feeling of anticipation. You wait breathlessly for the roll of the dice, for the spin of the wheel, for the flip of the card. You wait to see what fortune fate will hand you. [Infirmary.] Busmalis: Bob! Bob, you're alive! Rebadow: Apparently so. CO: Busmalis, get to work. Busmalis: What did the doctor say? Did the surgery go well? Was the tumor benign? Rebadow: Yes, I'll survive, only - Busmalis: What? Rebadow: I have this terrible scar on my head. They tell me in time it'll go away, but even so, I'm embarrassed to be seen like this. Busmalis: Bob, you're so vain. Rebadow: Don't get insulting. Busmalis: No, vain is good. When you got out of the hole, you were kind of dragging. But vain means you still feel alive. Rebadow: Stop talking nonsense. Busmalis: Scar's hardly noticeable. Rebadow: Bullshit! (Busmalis gives Rebadow his hat.) Rebadow: This is your lucky hat. Busmalis: I'm lucky. I'm glad you're still breathing. [Em City. Busmalis' pod.] Hill: Miss Sally is really coming to Oz? Busmalis: When she heard after my escape that I went to her house, that I'm her number-one fan, my goddess decided she wanted to meet me. Hill: Miss Sally in Oz. Next we'll have Seinfeld in here. Busmalis: How do I look? Hill: Truth? Busmalis: No, lie. Hill: You're very handsome. Busmalis: Thank you. Hill: So, where'd you get the flowers? Busmalis: That's a secret. Wish me luck. Hill: You're gonna need more than luck. [Visitors room.] Busmalis: Miss Sally? 'Sally': Yes. Busmalis: How do you do? These are for you. 'Sally': Thank you. Busmalis: It is a great thrill to meet you, Miss Sally. When I got word that you were dropping by, it knocked me for a loop. I am the envy of every cell block. 'Sally': That's very sweet. I brought you something. (gives him hat) Busmalis: Oh, my god. There are guys in here that would kill for this - literally. (She laughs.) Miss Sally, I gotta tell you, you don't laugh like you do on tv. And while we're on the subject, you don't look the same as on tv. You seem smaller. 'Sally': The camera adds ten pounds. Busmalis: To your breasts? 'Sally': Fuck. Busmalis: Miss Sally, you swore. What about yesterday's lesson, watch your tongue? 'Sally': I'm not Miss Sally. I work as a secretary at the station. I'm in charge of answering all the letters that Miss Sally receives. When I heard about you escaping, I remembered getting your letters. I thought they were so sweet. I went to Miss Sally and asked her to visit here - Busmalis: And she said no? 'Sally': She got angry. She threw Nooter at me. Busmalis: Oh. 'Sally': So I thought, hell, I look enough like the bitch, maybe I'll pull it off. But I failed. Busmalis: No, no this means a lot. That you read my letters, that you wanted to come. What's your name? 'Sally': Norma Clark. Busmalis: Thank you, Norma. 'Sally': You're welcome, Agamemnon. Busmalis: And if you don't mind, I'd like to keep writing. 'Sally': Of course. Busmalis: But this time, I'll write to you. 'Sally': That'd be swell. [The box.] Hill: Everybody gambles. From a card shark in Atlantic City to an old lady scratching at a lottery ticket, taking a change, risking it all. That's as basic a human need as food, clothing, shelter. It's as fundamental to our genetic makeup as killing thy neighbour. [Death Row.] Miles: Dyell, what the fuck are you doing over there? Moses: I'm digging an escape hatch. Miles: Dumb-ass negro. Moses: Fucking come sac. (The Warden enters, with several COs.) Glynn: Miles - Miles: No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Glynn: Miles. Miles: No, no, no, no, no. Glynn: Your execution is set for two weeks from Thursday. Now, there are certain matters we have to discuss. The most important being how you're gonna die. Miles: No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Glynn: If you don't make up your mind soon, I'll be forced to decide for you. Miles: No, no, no, no, no! Glynn: Take him down to psych. Miles: No, no, no, no! LoPresti: Get up, Rembrandt! (He enters the cell.) Give me a - (Miles shoves him and makes a break for it.) Moses: Slam his ass! (Miles is restrained.) [Sister Pete's office.] Sister Pete: Wait a minute. I can't talk to him all chained up like this. LoPresti: Believe me, Sister, you don't want him running loose. Sister Pete: Alright. Wait outside. LoPresti: No way. Sister Pete: Wait outside! (She closes the door.) Marc, the Warden thought it would be a good idea for us to get together. He says you're having problems accepting the fact that the date of your execution is approaching. Miles: Problems. I'm scared shitless. I seen Shirley Bellinger go, and that fag Ginzberg die right there in the cell. It gets you thinking. Sister Pete: Look, I am not a fan of capital punishment, and there are a lot of others like me who are doing everything they can to stop it. But that's not going to happen before two weeks from Thursday. Miles: Oh, Christ. Sister Pete: Marc, you made a choice to murder your family, and as a result, you don't have a choice about staying alive. So, what you need, and what I want to help you do, is to prepare for the end. [Death Row.] Moses: I know what you're going through, man. Sometimes the reality of what's gonna happen fucks me up, too. Miles: I don't need your fucking sympathy, sambo. Moses: You don't quit, do you? Miles: I'm trying to work here, so shut your fucking jive-ass mouth. Moses: (singing) Amazing grace - Miles: Shut up. Moses: (singing) How sweet the sound. Miles: I said shut up, you fucking black bastard! (Moses breaks through the hole he's been digging in the wall, slams Miles up against the wall, and strangles him. LoPresti runs in and restrains Moses.) LoPresti: Holy shit! [Infirmary.] (Miles is zipped into a body bag.) Glynn: Oy. [Death Row.] (LoPresti collects Miles' effects.) Moses: Yo, LoPresti, can I get that mirror? It was Shirley's. (LoPresti throws it on the floor.) LoPresti: Oh, gee. Seven years bad luck. Lights out! [Unit B.] Schillinger: Fuck. Hoyt: Step aside, Vern. Let a real man at the table. Murphy: Schillinger. Schillinger: Schillinger. Murphy: Whatever. You got a visitor. Schillinger: Yeah, well, I'm not expecting anyone. Murphy: She says she's your daughter-in-law. Schillinger: My - what? [Visiting room.] Carrie: Mr. Schillinger? Schillinger: Yeah. Carrie: I'm Carrie. Hank's wife. Schillinger: Look, honey, I don't know what kind of scam you're trying to pull - Carrie: He didn't tell you he was married? Schillinger: No. Carrie: Oh, god. (starts to cry) Visitor: Are you okay? Schillinger: She's fine. Mind your own fucking business. Carrie: I'm sorry. I'm just so afraid. Hank and me met, we had sex right off and started hanging out all the time together. And then a few weeks ago he came into some money all of a sudden, he says, "Let's get hitched." So I say, "Okay." But now, he's gone. He's disappeared off the planet and I don't know what I'm gonna do. Schillinger: You got any kind of proof you two are married? Carrie: Our wedding certificate. We done it at City Hall. Schillinger: Why the fuck didn't he tell me? Carrie: That's Hank. "Mr. Secretive." Schillinger: I know where he is. He went to Miami. I gave him money for the trip. Carrie: Miami? When's he due back? Schillinger: I don't know. Carrie: Sooner than later? 'Cause, it's gotta be sooner. See, I got a situation. I need his help. Schilliger: What kind of situation? Maybe I can help. Carrie: I'm pregnant. [Em City. Quad.] Supreme Allah: What the fuck is this, man? Brown: I ain't trying to hear you. Allah: What the fuck is you saying? Brown: I'm saying get up out my face! Allah: Trust me, I don't want to be peeping your ugly fucking mug any more than I have to, okay? Adebisi: Hey, what's the problem? Allah: This fucking child won't be talked to. Brown: Nigger, fuck you. Adebisi: Mondo, here - Brown: I ain't one of your dogs, man. I ain't one of your prags, either. What I am is sick and tired of all your bullshit. (He leaves.) Adebisi: Kids today. Allah: We got to do something to shut his ass down. Adebisi: Yeah, relax, relax. Listen, got some ideas I want to talk to you about. (The level above.) Ryan: Ah, trouble in paradise. Keller: But not enough to be of any use to us. You know what we got here, O'Reily? A fandango, and we gotta do something about it. Ryan: Hey, I don't like being in the minority, but what can we do? Even these fucking Muslims are kowtowing to Adebisi. Keller: Well, we could detonate a few well-placed depth charges. Ryan: Whatever you need, K-boy. [Laundry room.] (A prisoner enters to do his laundry. Shemin pulls himself up from behind the washers, bloody.) Prisoner: Oh, my god. Oh my god. Help! Help, help! (Shemin falls. The other prisoner runs through Em City.) Prisoner: Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! [Laundry room, later.] Querns: Like my day wasn't already in the toilet. [Em City. Adebisi's pod.] Querns: Do you know what we've got down there? A dead fucking body. Do you know what that means? My record of no violence is kaput. You know what that means? You are up to your African ass in shit. Adebisi: This is not my fault. Querns: Oh, yes it is. We had a deal! I would let you do whatever the fuck you wanted, as long as you kept the horseshit to zero. A corpse is not zero. Adebisi: So what you want me to do? Querns: I want you to find me the bastard that did this and bring me his ass - alive. Adebisi: You want me to play cop? Querns: Life sucks all around. [Em City. Outside Adebisi's pod.} Adebisi: Anything? Poet: The dead guy, Shemin, he was a complete fucking loser. He ain't had no friends, and, as far as we know, he ain't even had no enemies. Allah: Found out one thing: Him and Tobias Beecher fucked. Poet: Yup. Adebisi: Beecher? Poet: Mm-hmm. Adebisi: Bring him to me. [Em City. A classroom.] (Brown slams Toby's head into a desk.) Toby: I didn't kill Shemin. Adebisi: Yeah, but you fucked him, though. Toby: Once. He was lousy. (Brown slams his head down again.) So were you, Mondo. (Brown slams his head again.) [Em City. Keller's pod.] (Toby is ransacking the pod. Keller enters and finds him.) Keller: What the fuck are you doing? Toby: I'm looking for the murder weapon. Adebisi says that if I don't find out who killed Shemin, they're gonna beat the shit out of me. Keller: Get the fuck off my stuff, man. Toby: I saw you go into the laundry room with Shemin. I saw you come out alone. Keller: That don't mean dick. Toby: Why'd you do it? Why did you kill him? Keller: See this tat? I got it the night of my second marriage, in Vegas. I'd just run this great ponzi on some elderly couple. So, you know, I'm celebrating: some single malt, little X, and a whole lotta Bonnie. And as we fucked, I kept yelling, "I'm a god, I'm a fucking god!" I am fucking tripping out of my mind. I go to this all-night tattoo parlour because I wanted every slob on the strip to know I was Almighty. But I'm not. See, I know that now, Beecher, but this tattoo, it ain't going away, not without a lot more blood. Toby: And I am supposed to glean what from that story? Keller: Well. I see you fucking all these other guys, you know. Toby: You said you didn't care who I fucked. Keller: Well, I do. I do, okay? Toby: And you killed Shemin because he and I fucked? Keller: Oh-ahh. (Keller leaves the pod. Toby grabs his arm.) Toby: I'm going to tell Adebisi what I know. Keller: Oh, I don't think you will. Toby: Why not? Keller: Well, for two reasons. One, I know you hired Pancamo to put a hit out on Hank Schillinger. Toby: No way. Keller: Oh, yeah, and Hank's dead, and Vern doesn't know it, but that's only because Pancamo makes sure no one's gonna find the body. Let's say they do, you know, find the body. Schillinger's gonna come back after you and he's gonna destroy the rest of your family. He will murder Holly. Toby: Fuck you. Keller: The second reason is, you tell him I killed Shemin, they will kill me, but I think you love me too much to see that happen. (Looks down at the quad.) Hey, Mondo! How's it hanging, baby? (Mondo flips him off.) How is Brown in bed? Toby: Chris, don't. Keller: You should take care of where you stick your dick. That baby is lethal. Toby: You know, I liked it better when we weren't speaking. Hill VO: Winning and losing. The two sides of the same silver dollar. But winning isn't always a good thing. [The box.] Hill: Think on it. You suddenly come into a lot of cash. You start worrying about how to spend it, how to save it, invest it. You buy all this stuff you don't really need and you get weighed the fuck down. Losing, on the other hand, has a kind of purifying effect. When you got nothing, and you're stripped of all the doodads in life, you are free. [Em City. Shower room.] Ryan: Supreme Allah, what is up with Mondo Brown? I mean, that boy is nothing but trouble. Just a deluxe pain in the ass. (Ryan steals Allah's necklace.) [Em City. Quad.] (Ryan gives Keller the necklace.) Keller: You take care of the other thing? Ryan: Yeah, I made your phone call. Delivery truck's gonna get a flat tire. Keller: Sweet. [Cafeteria.] (A CO is sweeping the workers with a metal detector.) CO: Brown, get in line! Brown: I'm waiting on a shipment. The motherfucking truck caught a flat. If we miss that shipment tomorrow, we don't have no breakfast. CO: I'll be back for you later. Everybody else, let's go. (Brown goes into a storage room and takes out a cigarette. Keller comes up behind him.) Keller: Looking for these? Brown: Keller, what the fuck are you doing here? Keller: You and me, we got personal business to do. Brown: I ain't got no business with you. Keller: How'd you like a blow job? Brown: Sure. [Em City. Unit manager's office.] Querns: Brown is dead. Adebisi: Bullshit. CO: Murdered in the cafeteria. Adebisi: Hey, that's not Em City. Querns: He's still one of ours, Adebisi. Glynn is pissed off royal. Everything we've built is on the verge of collapsing. CO: We found this at the scene. Querns: Do you know who the necklace belongs to? Adebisi: Yes. [Em City. Poet-Allah pod.] CO: Come on. Allah: What's up, man? CO: Come on. Allah: What's up? [Em City. Classroom.] Querns: You killed Shemin. Allah: What the fuck am I gonna kill Shemin for? He was nothing. Querns: You killed Brown. Adebisi: See? (throws the necklace down) Allah: Now, that shit must've fell off when I was working in the kitchen. Adebisi: Yeah? You cocksucker! (hits Allah) Allah: Fuck you, bitch! Adebisi: Yeah, fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! (He continues to beat Allah until the COs arrive to pull him off.) Allah: Fuck you! Adebisi: I'll kill you! I'll kill you! CO: Look what was under Supreme's pillow. (holds up bloody shank) Allah: That fucking shit ain't mine! (As he is dragged away) Fuck! Motherfuckers, this is some fucking bullshit! Get the fuck off me! This is fucking bullshit! Get the fuck off! I didn't fucking do that shit! [Em City. Later.] Querns: Let 'em out. (A CO releases the pod doors, and the prisoners come streaming out.) Said: The deaths of Shemin and Brown. This is the hand of God. Arif: Maybe, but do their deaths fit in with your plan to bring Adebisi down? Said: Oh, yes. I'm getting close to Adebisi to find that one flaw that'll finally cripple him. Arif: I hope it happens soon. (Poet knocks at the door of Adebisi's pod.) Poet: Adebisi? (Inside, Adebisi's prag is dancing.) Adebisi: Grind slowly. I said slow, grind slow! You don't know slow - Said: (to Arif) Wait here. Poet: Man, I got to admit, I was struck stupid when you joined forces with Adebisi, man. What he's up to - hold on. (Adebisi comes out of his pod.) Man, given what you believe in, man it's tough to take this conversion seriously. Said: I swore to Allah. Poet: I think that swearing of yours got something to do with you trying to stop him. Said: You always did have a very vivid imagination. Poet: I'll tell you what else I got. I got the knack for picking winners and losers, and you, you're gonna win. Sure hope to shit you do. Said: What's the matter, Poet? You done with gangster life? Poet: Man, I ain't done with shit, 'cept Adebisi and fucking videotapes. Said: Videotapes? Poet: Yeah, he likes to record his antics for posterity. Said: You talking about the sex and the drugs, right? Poet: Live from party central. Said: These videotapes, can you get a hold of them? Poet: He keeps them in his pod. I mean, I mean, I could try. Said: Do it now. (Said goes to distract Adebisi.) Said: Simon, can I have a word, please? Adebisi: Yeah, go ahead. Said: In private. Adebisi: Gonna get all the young brothers to go to class. Get an education. Like that, huh? Said: Yeah, excellent. [Em City. Adebisi's pod.] (Poet finds the videotapes, but Adebisi's prag comes in.) Poet: You say a word about me being in here, you're dead. You hear me? You hear me? Said VO: Simon, I'm not done talking with you yet. [Em City. Outside Adebisi's pod.] Adebisi: We'll talk later. Said: But we have to let Querns know. Adebisi: Yeah, later. (He goes into the pod.) Poet: They're in the ceiling tiles, but I didn't get a chance to get one. [The box.] Hill: Lots of Native Americans, aka Indians, used to live on reservations in utter poverty. Alcoholism was rampant, morale was low. Then some Chief got the brainstorm idea to use the land not to hunt buffalo, but to raise money by building a casino. Then, faster than you can say "Custer", the lives of the members of the tribe changed for the better. So, you see, sometimes you can eliminate your own vices by exploiting the vices of others. [Em City. Laundry room.] Arif: That's crazy. Said: Yeah. Unfortunately, we don't have another option. Arif: You're going to ask Adebisi if you can move in with him? Live in his pod? Said: I need access to those videotapes. Arif: What makes you think he'll say yes? Said: Believe me, he'll say yes. [Em City. Under the stairs.] Poet: Man, I don't even smoke these. Tidd: What's up, Poet? Poet: Yo, Leroy, what's happening, man? Tidd: Nothing. Poet: Yo, your man Mondo, man, that was a wild boy, man, he got greased. You okay? Tidd: No, not really. Give me some of that shit. Poet: Here, man. Tidd: Hey, it's you and me, Poet. We gotta cover each other's backs, now. Poet: Yeah. Tidd: 'Cause Adebisi is a crazy motherfucker. Poet: I'll tell you that, though, you ain't have to worry about Adebisi that much longer. Tidd: No? Poet: No, man. Me and Said, we're working on an angle. Tidd: For real, what you up to? Poet: I can't tell you that. It's top secret. Tidd: No doubt. Poet: No doubt. Tidd: I hear that. Later, blood. Poet: Alright. (Leroy goes up the stairs.) Tidd: It's what we thought. Adebisi: Okay. Tidd: You want me to whack Poet? Adebisi: No, not yet. Don't want them to know that we know. (Said approaches, carrying his things.) Adebisi: Welcome. Said: Thank you. Adebisi: So, which bunk do you want? [Warden's office.] McManus: When was the last time you were in Emerald City? Glynn: I don't remember. McManus: Since Querns took over? Glynn: Probably. McManus: Well, don't you think it's time for another fucking visit? Glynn: Watch the way you talk to me! McManus: Leo, this is not just my ego. The behavior in there is illegal, immoral, and Querns turns a blind eye. Now, you gave the man a free hand because he kept the violence down, but two inmates are dead. You gotta step in. [Em City. Adebisi-Said pod. Night.] Adebisi: You know, I remember when you first came to Oz. Jefferson Keane had come to challenge you. You got one of your fellow Muslims to hit you harder, harder, until you bled. I didn't know what to make of you then, still don't know. Said: Simon, the both of us have been on an extraordinary journey, and I've tried to learn from mine, tried to find the common thing that binds us all. Adebisi: Crime. Crime is the common thing. See, we all of us bad men, even you. I know you have come to destroy me. Said: Simon, I don't want to destroy you. I want to help you change. Adebisi: That is what would destroy me. See, I am what I am, just as you are. And I do what I do, just as you must. Said: Does that mean you're gonna kill me? Adebisi: Kill you? I want to kiss you. But because I admire you more than I desire you - (He gives Said a videotape.) This is what you came for. Said: Why are you giving this to me? Adebisi: Because, I have everything. Everything I need. Every love satisfied, and it's not enough. It'll never be enough. Said: But like you said, between the pair of us, we can do great things for our people. Adebisi: But for what? We're still in Oz. [Warden's office.] Glynn: Turn it off. I've seen enough. Querns: Leo - Glynn: What are you gonna say, Querns? You gonna hand me a lot of excuses? You didn't know? You did know? It doesn't matter. You're fired. Officer, escort Mr. Querns off the property. Querns: Let me at least clean out my office. Glynn: We'll send you your belongings. Get out. McManus: You have yourself a lovely evening. Glynn: This is all my fucking fault. Been so caught up in the campaign I haven't been doing my job. You want Em City back? McManus: Let me think it over, yes. [Em City.] McManus: All right, listen up, everybody: I'm back. The following are being transferred out of Em City. When you hear your name, pack up your belongings, line up behind Officer Johnson. 93A234: Adebisi. 00T255: Tidd. Tidd: What the fuck? McManus: 097C332: Cody. 00W216: Washington. [Em City. Adebisi-Said pod.] (Adebisi enters. Said is praying. Adebisi throws him up against the wall and starts choking him.) Adebisi: So, the end is here, huh? Said: No, more likely things are going to go back to the way they were before. Adebisi: Oh, not for me, or for you. (He pulls out a shank.) Said: You said you weren't going to kill me! Adebisi: You swore to Allah that you were my brother. Said: And I meant that. Adebisi: Liar! Liar. I gave you that tape as a final test of your loyalty, your friendship, your love! (he cuts Said) Said: No! Oh, god! Adebisi: This is how I'm gonna die! Said: No, no! Adebisi: Oh, yes, yes! (They struggle.) [Em City. Quad.] (Sounds of the fight can be heard, and the prisoners and staff react. The curtain of the pod is soaked with blood, and Adebisi emerges. He staggers forward and falls, bleeding.) Murphy: We've got a 16 - (Said emerges, bloodied and holding the shank.) Murphy: Drop it. Drop it. Drop the shank! (Said does and is subdued by a CO.) McManus: Easy! Arif: Imam! McManus: Fuck!