Life in Oz sucks,
and only a fool or a Republican will tell you different.
But the punishments they got going
are nowhere near as fucked up as in the olden days.
For example, if a guy who drank too much,
the constable would make him wear a drunkard's cloak,
which was a whiskey barrel with holes for the head, the arms, and the legs.
Then they'd make the drunk waIk around the town square
where everyone wouId caII him names.
Yo, retard.
You're next.
Keep punching. Come on, fuck him. Let's go. Punch it.
Head, ribs, head. Come on, fuck him. Head, ribs, head.
Pancamo's tough, man.
He's got heavy hands, a good chin, and he's a mean son of a bitch.
The only advantage your brother has is speed.
Yeah?
You don't seem too worried.
l got faith.
Faith's a good thing. But l'd put my money on Pancamo.
- Cudney. - What do you want?
- Are you working bedpan duty today? - Yeah.
Great. Look, l need you to steal me some more of that chloral hydrate
- and then l wanna put it right in here. - No.
We had a deal, remember? You sneak drugs out of the hospital,
- l give you nice green fed notes. - Stealing is wrong.
l confessed to the Lord in front of my brothers
and promised to sin no more.
Fine. You're not the only fish in the Sea of Galilee.
- l figured out what you've been doing. - Oh, yeah?
Spiking the fighters' so they'll be drugged in the ring.
That's crazy talk.
l've made an appointment with the warden.
My soul is in jeopardy. So is yours.
By turning you in, l'm gonna save you.
Not if l save you first.
Look, l don't got a lot of time.
Rumour is you're the most ruthless hit man in Little Odessa.
That's got to mean a lot because you guys,
you're a bunch of crazy, fucked-up motherfuckers.
So l need a job done and l need it done pronto.
Just tell me when to stop, okay?
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Cudney.
- What's the problem? - l don't know.
- Cudney. - Cudney.
Cudney, get out here.
Shit, look at the blood.
- He's dead. - Look at these two small holes.
He's been stabbed in the neck.
Yuri.
ln this corner, Chucky ''The Enforcer'' Pancamo.
Put this on. Put it on.
Put it on.
Let them fight! Let them fight! Let them fight!
Come on, tough guy.
Come on.
Fight.
l got guys who wanna fight. Come on.
Come on, Cyril.
Let's go, come on. Use your head.
What the fuck is that?
Hey, don't worry about that fucking fat, dago motherfucker. He's all yours.
- You okay? - Yeah.
- You feel good? - Yeah.
Look at me. You feel good?
What did l tell you? You gotta believe in yourself.
When you focus, when you put your mind to it,
you can do really big things, Cyril.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Here's the money l owe you for betting on Pancamo.
- Good fight. - Thanks.
Cyril, would you mind if l talked to your brother alone for just a moment?
Why don't you go downstairs? lt's time for Miss SaIIy.
- Close the door, please. - Sure.
What's up?
l understand Yuri Kosygin did a little job for you.
- Job? - Kosygin is dangerous man.
Unpredictable, unreliable.
He's making sounds like he's going to tell the authorities about killing Cudney.
He killed Cudney?
- Ryan. Ryan, l'm here as your friend. - Yeah.
l'm telling you, Kosygin must be eliminated.
We got a little saying in this country, maybe you've heard it before:
''You can't shit a shitter.''
You want Kosygin dead.
You come here, you say he's making sounds.
You're hoping that l'm gonna take care of it for you. No chance.
l do like you, O'Reily.
Well, then like this: Here's some free advice for you.
You want Yuri's balls? Have the Sicilians do it.
Sicilians?
- Mr. Pancamo. - Yeah?
- May l approach? - Sure, approach.
Recently, you and l had a conversation about Yuri Kosygin.
He's very disrespectful.
He is also--
l bet on you.
- l lost very heavy. He won very heavy. - Yeah?
He told me he spiked your water with heroin
in order to-- How do you say?
--fuck you up.
l knew it. Goddamn, l fucking knew it.
l hope you don't mind me telling you this.
No, l don't mind. l appreciate it.
ln fact, l owe you one.
- We gotta do the fight over. - Bullshit.
l was drugged out.
- What's your proof? - Have me tested.
l'm not gonna spend time or money to have you tested
because you're a sore loser. Now get the fuck out.
- McManus. - Out!
Come on, you heard the man. Let's go.
Fuck.
Come on.
- Yo, dumb move, man. - What?
Letting the hacks know that you know Kosygin did the dirty.
Now if Kosygin dies, they're gonna blame you, bro.
That's right.
Look, l know you're pissed off that my brother won the fight, all right?
ln the name of good sportsmanship, l got a small suggestion for you.
What's that?
The next best thing to having someone killed,
is having them sent to solitary.
- Or better yet, death row. - Yeah.
When Kosygin finds out that Stanislofsky snitched on him,
your problems are solved.
ln the 1 600s,
snitches and gossips were made to wear something called a brank,
which was an iron helmet that was placed on the head,
enclosing it in a kind of cage.
There was a front plate covered with spikes,
which was placed inside the mouth, so that if you tried to talk...
Well, you get the idea. You learn to keep your mouth shut.
You're in America now, Nikolai.
- Let's speak American. - All right. We speak English.
Unlike you, in Russia l was not a criminal.
No?
l was an educator.
After the Soviets fell, things got so bleak in Moscow
l decided to leave to come to America.
For a better life, right?
Yes, for me and my wife.
But we did not find a better life.
l couldn't get employed teaching.
Must have been terrible.
Then l got this job painting a house, the house of Leonid Rodzinsky.
- He was in the Organizatsiya. - Yes.
He treated me like shit, always making fun.
Calling me ''professor,'' then ordering me to clean his toilets.
One day, he kicked me with his boot in front of my wife.
l strangled him on the spot.
- lt's closing time? - Yes.
All right, l'll go.
Not until l finish my story.
Strange. All this time, you barely say two words.
Now you're a regular boItun.
lt takes me time to warm up to people, Nikolai.
l feel very close to you.
l was possessed by guilt for killing Rodzinsky,
but l got a reputation for being ruthless.
The Organizatsiya hired me to exterminate someone else.
- The second time was easier. - Yuri. Yuri, please.
l don't want to hear this.
The third time, no problem at all.
Yuri, please.
At last count, l had murdered at least 49 people.
- You have the honour of being 50. - No!
No, you wait now!
Guards!
Help!
l need to get his record and find out what his blood type is.
Let's start an lV, get me a suture set, and give him Demerol, 50 milligrams.
- Okay, l need you to stay still. - No, please.
No hard feelings?
About?
- Nooter's a fag. - What makes you say that?
Look at the way he's always grabbing Pecky.
- They're fighting. - All l'm saying,
it's a lot of body contact, man.
That's the stupidest thing l ever heard of, a gay puppet.
- One of the Teletubbies is gay. - What?
Falwell, or the Reverend somebody,
says that Twinky Dink, or whatever his name is,
he's a butt pirate.
That's nuts.
Listen, you gotta have a cock to be gay.
Teletubbies don't have cocks. The puppet doesn't have a cock.
You gotta have a cock to be gay?
All you need is a mouth so you can suck cock.
- O'Reily. - Yeah?
- Hernandez wants to see you. - Right.
Hey, hey.
Alvarez, what am l always saying about our friend O'Reily here?
- That he's no dummy. - That's right, he's no dummy.
- Hey, the feeling's mutual, Raoul. - That so?
Then how come you always acting like l'm an idiot?
You know Adebisi and me are working with the Sicilians now.
We're running the tits everywhere in Oz.
Yeah, l know.
But you keep selling. What's up with that?
Me? No, man. A little, sure.
But there's no way l compete with you guys. Come on.
Man, l don't care. l want you to stop.
Have you talked this over with Adebisi and Pancamo?
My word ain't good enough, man?
No, man, your word is plenty good. l'll stop, right away.
Give us what you got.
- Now? - Yeah.
Can l keep a little for my own use?
You don't use no more, man.
Bullshit.
- Assume the position. - What?
Assume the position.
You know, l completely forgot about that one.
No shit.
No more, O'Reily.
Yeah, comprende.
Hey, you wanna bust Hernandez? Now's the time.
Hey, hey. Come on.
Hernandez, turn around.
Hey. Turn around.
Empty your pockets.
Thank you. Cuff him.
- Take it fucking easy, man. Shit! - Let's go.
- Come on, let's go. - Let's go.
That there's a real heartbreaker, Alvarez.
l've been thinking.
l wanna see--
l wanna see what l done to Rivera.
Well, you will, when you see him face to face.
When l stabbed him, l walked away.
l didn't look at him in the eyes.
l wanna see what l did that day.
l wanna see what it looked like that day.
You mean like a photograph?
l used to work in the hospital and they used to take photographs
of all the prisoners that came in with serious shit,
just for the courts and whatever.
l wanna see a picture of Rivera.
Miguel, l don't know if that's a good idea.
Wait, you asked me what happened, and l couldn't tell you
because everything was just a blur, you know?
And it was all shouting.
Every fucking day that l get up, l look in the mirror
and l don't see me.
You know, l don't see me.
l just see this other guy who did this.
And a photograph will do what?
l don't know.
Just make me forget about that other guy.
Just let me
be alone with myself again.
l'll see what l can do.
There you are.
- Tina, what's the matter? - You gotta stop this.
You gotta stop Eugene from coming here.
- What's wrong? - lt's like l said,
bringing up all this shit from the past, it's made him crazy.
Okay, let's go to my office.
He's not acting normal anymore.
l'm really surprised to hear you say that.
Because when Eugene is with me, he seems very calm.
He seems open and ready to face Alvarez.
No. lt's an act, l tell you.
At home, he says nothing.
He just sits there all quiet.
Are you sure it's he who's not talking?
Well, maybe he's afraid that since you didn't want him to be in the program,
you might not be supportive.
Don't tell me l'm not supportive. l have been there for him.
Through the surgeries, by his bed, day and night.
l rearranged the house, my whole fucking life.
l know what you've done.
Eugene told me he could have never made it this far without you.
He also told me he's thinking of committing suicide.
- What? - So that you can have a life.
Sweet Jesus.
You know,
years ago l was married, and my husband was murdered.
So for a very long time,
l wallowed in grief and anger until that's all l had.
Tina, Eugene knows that he only has two choices now:
To move on or die.
Now, you've helped him this far.
Go the rest of the way.
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit.
We take Ponoma down to the piers. And he knows what's up.
But he don't beg, he don't struggle.
l tell him, l say, ''Sonny, you got a pair of balls.''
And then l blew them both off.
- Who the fuck are you? - Nat Ginzberg. Your new roommate.
Okay, new roomie, you listen up and listen good.
- This is my cell. You just sleep here. - You got a name, tough guy?
Nappa. Mr. Nappa.
- l love to eat ltalian. - l ain't no fag.
Don't worry. l won't hold that against you.
Yeah.
- You a writer? - l'm doing my memoirs.
Are you Antonio Nappa? The mob guy?
That's gonna be some book. You naming names?
Names, places, felonies.
You don't, by any chance, need a Boswell, do you?
- Boswell? - Secretary.
Sure. What's your name again?
Nat.
Short for Nathaniel?
Short for Natalie.
Give me.
What do you got for me?
Yeah, he's writing some fucking book about his life.
And from what l hear, he tells everything.
Okay.
They want us to get the book.
And take care of Nappa.
- Fuck. - Yeah, fuck.
Why don't you just kill me?
Kenny, Kenny, Kenny.
You know, in Africa,
the elders of the tribe
used to teach the young warriors not just how to fight,
but how to live.
l...
...am the chief of this tribe.
And l'm gonna teach you the right way to behave.
You a sick motherfucker, Adebisi.
Oh, shit.
First lesson is in respect.
l do respect you. l respect you.
Oh, yeah? Get ready.
We have to prepare breakfast for our brothers.
Your wife is murdered.
You find out she's been cheating on you.
That's a lot to handle emotionally.
We grew up in the same hood,
went to the same grade school, same junior high together.
l was supposed to take her to her prom but l got arrested the day before.
l had the tux rented, the corsage bought.
l feel bad that she missed out because of me.
Look, there's something else that we're gonna have to deal with:
Your son.
Now that he has no mother, he's gonna depend on you.
He's gonna need more from you as a father.
What you saying? l love my kid.
Sure. But the time that you spend with him needs to be more focused.
l want you to join the parenting program.
Establish an ongoing relationship with your son
so that when you get released, he'll know who you are.
What do you say? Will you join up?
l guess. Anything for my kid.
Hi.
- Hey, Ma. - Hey, how you doing?
- Hey. - Look who's here. There's Daddy.
lt's Daddy. Hey, Jordan. Hi.
- Hey. - Come here.
Hey.
Oh, yeah? Hi.
What's up? How you been? You been with Grandma?
Hey. Hey. Why he acting like he don't know me?
- Well, he hasn't seen you for a while. - Take your time.
Hey.
Jordan, how's your grandma treating you?
Stop, don't cry. Stop crying.
No, stop crying. Be a man.
Come on.
lt's okay. lt's okay, sweetie.
lt's all right. lt's okay, sweetie.
- Where you going, Kenny? - l got things to do.
McManus was just fucking with your head, little brother.
The way all white men fuck with our heads.
But l got a plan, Kenny.
- A way to break McManus. - What good is that gonna do?
We force them to bring someone else to run Emerald City.
- Who will be just as bad. - Who will be one of us.
All right, SORT, we're gonna work on cell extraction.
Non-cooperative prisoner.
Get down!
Stay down! Stay down!
- Get down, get down, get down. - Stay down!
- What are you doing? - Stay down!
Stay down!
Stay down! Stay down!
Stay fucking down!
And the governor said the crime rate is down
because of longer prison sentences.
You ever think about going SORT?
- They're not big on women. - Besides, when you sign on to SORT,
they remove all the human parts of your body.
Don't you think that's the way they gotta be?
We're supposed to have a day-to-day relationship with prisoners,
but the SORT guys,
their job is to go in there and shut an ugly situation down.
l know that, and l appreciate that.
But it takes a special kind of hardness to be SORT.
And l don't have it?
We out of Sweet'N Low?
You all deaf?
What you did to Tim McManus sucks.
What l did to Tim McManus was suck his cock.
And for that, he treated me like a shitball.
Accusing him of sexual harassment?
That's an insult to women who have been abused.
- Like you? - Yeah, like me.
You know what your problem is, Diane?
You wanna be everybody's best pal.
And your problem?
You wanna be everybody's worst nightmare.
Oh, look, Sweet'N Low.
Now she's the right type for the SORT team.
O'Brien.
Bevilaqua.
Giles. Giles?
Phase 4, this is Radio 24 requesting backup.
Drawing and quartering.
A man was tied to the tail of a horse
and dragged along the ground to a gallows
where he was hung until he was half dead.
Then, brought down, his body cut open,
his entrails taken out and burned.
Then his head cut off, and his body sliced into quarters.
After all that indignity,
the hangman would hold up the dead man's heart and yell:
''Behold, the heart of a traitor!''
- Leo. - Yeah?
l just wanted to talk to you about Clayton Hughes.
- Yeah? - Well...
- What did he do now? - Nothing.
l just had a conversation with him
and he seems to need to know if the guy who stabbed his dad is still in Oz.
l've told him to let it go. He's young, won't listen.
Well, l dug around the files a little.
There are 26 inmates who were here 1 7 years ago
who may have seen something.
l wanted to tell you l was gonna talk to them.
And what good will that do?
We interrogated them all at the time. We got nowhere.
Leo, l'm not telling you that l'm gonna find anything out.
After all these years, maybe someone's willing to give up some information.
- Hi, Glo. - Hey.
l hear you have William Giles here.
Yeah, he suffered a mild heart attack so l have him under observation.
ls he still talking in Morse code?
He seems to do well with yes-and-no questions.
- May l? - Yeah.
Thanks.
William, remember me? Father Mukada.
Yes.
How are you feeling? Better?
Yes.
l've been meaning to come and see you in solitary.
Would you mind if l asked you a question?
No.
You remember 1 7 years ago, a CO named Samuel Hughes?
Yes.
Do you remember that he was killed here in Oz?
Yeah.
Were you there in the cafeteria when he was killed?
Yes.
You know who killed him?
Do you know who killed Samuel Hughes?
Tell, bye-bye, die.
No, you won't. l swear.
You'll be back in solitary where no inmate can hurt you.
No.
There's a young man, Samuel Hughes' son, Clayton.
He needs to know what happened to his father.
l've talked to all the other prisoners who were here then,
and no one will tell me anything.
William, please.
Which prisoner killed Samuel Hughes?
No. No prisoner.
Not a prisoner?
Then who?
Leo Glynn.
Area 20. We got a problem here.
Prisoner's OD'd.
We're too late for the medics. Send the morgue boys.
Morning, Glen.
Yeah.
Oh, it's so nice and quiet.
l wish we could leave them like this.
Especially now since Schillinger's son OD'd.
Yeah, l heard. l thought Andrew was in the hole.
- He was. - So how did he get the drugs?
Beats the shit out of me.
- ls Glynn investigating? - Yeah, but on the q.t.
He doesn't seem all that anxious to find out. See you tomorrow.
How you doing there, Vern?
l knew a guy who had one arm.
He told me when he dreams, he still had both arms.
Every morning, he'd wake up
and have to realize all over again, one arm was missing.
Every morning, it was like the first time they told him his arm was gone.
My son is dead.
What you did, getting him the heroin,
that was the right thing.
Put him to the test.
He was weak.
He was not one of us.
No.
The way l figure, it was euthanasia.
Keller and Beecher were gonna fuck with my boy.
By killing him,
l saved him.
l'm asking McManus to put me back in our pod.
Don't.
Why? Andy's dead. He ain't coming back anytime soon.
You and me, Beecher.
Please take your hand away.
- Beecher. - Please.
Take your fucking hand away.
What the fuck are you looking at?
You wanted revenge on Schillinger. l helped you get that.
You did it for us?
Oh, yeah.
When are you gonna figure it out?
You and me. We're never gonna happen.
You love me, Toby.
Fuck my ass.
Sister Pete.
Hey, l'm gonna see you today, right?
Three o'clock. You visiting one of your ex-wives?
- Yeah. - Which one? Kitty or Angelique?
Bonnie. Wife number two and number four. She's the best.
There she is, there she is.
- A redhead. - No, the other one.
- Chris, she's... - Huge.
Well, did she gain some weight after the divorce?
No, she was that way when l married her. Both times.
Bye.
You and Schillinger were together at Lardner when you were how old?
Seventeen.
He saved your life?
- Did you have sex together? - Yeah.
Did he force himself on you?
Vern likes the power part of sex, so l let him think he did.
- Do you enjoy sex with men? - l enjoy sex. Don't you?
You told me you were married before you became a nun.
- You have great sex? - Chris.
l can tell you did.
l bet you were wild.
Lint.
You miss it? Sex?
- l miss my husband. - Sure.
You ever have sex with anyone other than him?
Chris.
You know, every time we have a session together
and we get to a topic that you want to avoid,
you somehow manage to turn the discussion around to me.
You noticed, huh?
l just want to get to the heart
of why you did what you did to Beecher.
You saw my ex, Bonnie?
When l met her, she was all alone, and very unhappy.
So l knew it would be easy to get her to fall in love with me.
But what l didn't know,
was after l broke her heart,
would she still love me?
See, l am a piece of shit.
l am worthless.
As bad as they come.
And to have someone keep loving me, no matter how bad...
You happy now?
You got me to open up and spill my guts all over your table.
Breakthrough.
So you went along with Beecher,
not in the name of the Aryan Brotherhood,
but to see if he would love you no matter what.
At first, l wanted unconditional surrender.
Then l wanted unconditional love.
But Beecher don't love me.
And that's killing you inside.
Yeah.
And forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom...
- This room is reserved. - l know. For your Muslims.
Our daily study group.
Move the chairs.
l was raised Episcopalian.
Which means we thought about God once a week for an hour.
But you, you think about him all the time.
- Yeah. - Why?
l want to know him.
Me too.
l wanna know him.
l wanna know God.
l want him to know me.
To know l'm here.
l'm still in this place.
He knows.
You know, when l came to Oz,
l read the Bible, from Genesis to Apocalypse.
Great book, the Bible.
May l borrow this? The Koran?
Of course.
Beecher.
Would you like to stay?
Listen to our discussion?
Yes.
Have a seat.
Come on in, my brothers.
What are you doing, allowing a non-believer into our study group?
A non-believer?
You mean ''white man.''
He doesn't belong.
Beecher is a lost soul searching for the truth.
He has every right to be there to receive instruction.
- No. - No?
Ever since l came to Oz,
l've listened to you rationalize your actions.
You are no longer fit to lead us.
We need an imam who is above reproach.
And who's that, Khan? You?
Yes.
Never.
Nasim, come.
Poor Said.
So it's true, what l heard?
Yes.
l still want you to teach me about God.
l'm not sure that l can.
Said's out.
Beecher came to my office, asked me if he could move Said into his pod.
- And you said...? - Sure.
We need to set up a meeting with whoever took Said's place.
- What's his name? - Hamid Khan.
Hey.
Help. Help me.
Prisoner number 99K5 1 5, Hamid Khan.
Convicted March 6th, '99. Aggravated assauIt.
Sentence: 1 0 years. Up for paroIe in five.
Moving in with the white folk, Kareem?
Hey, lovebirds.
My all-time favourite punishment? lt's called ''riding the stag.''
The wittiest person in town would be put on a chair,
carried around the streets by his fellow townspeople
while he banged on a bucket and yelled out dirty limericks
condemning the accused.
Being made fun of,
being humiliated in front of everyone else in your community,
that may be the cruellest punishment of all.
No, no.