There's all kinds of slang words for prison.
The joint, the slammer, the big house.
But my personal favourite is the clink.
That's because the word comes from the sound the chains made
back in the 1 400s.
They had these big-ass, motherfucking iron chains.
The prisoners weren't allowed to talk,
so when they moved around the dungeon,
all you heard was clink.
Listen up.
The following are being transferred out of Emerald City:
96G333,
Guccione.
91 H481 ,
Hardin.
94S 727,
Shirner.
Get your stuff and follow Officer Keating.
Yo, so long, suckers.
Blow me.
You gotta fix this damn thing by noon.
Querns.
How can you condone what Adebisi is doing?
The drugs, the sex.
He even has a curtain across his cell to hide his sins.
l don't have to explain why l condone what l condone to you.
No, you don't.
But l can go to the warden.
l can send you to the hole.
You know, others have tried to silence me.
Others ain't me, Said.
lf you want to move to another unit, l can arrange that.
lf not, do what you do best. Pray to Allah.
Rest of the time, keep your mouth shut.
Hey, my brother.
Arif.
Look out there.
Look.
- Can you see what's going on? - Yes.
Then how can you just sit there?
You said you wanted to lead.
Well, in the name of all that's holy...
...lead.
All right. Okay, bye-bye.
Bye.
You're on.
l've been trying to get five minutes with you for days.
You got them now. Don't waste them by complaining.
First off, when you set up this new system,
why wasn't l named one of the trustees?
The Muslim population constitutes 1 8 percent of Oz.
As their leader, l expect some sort of representation.
l know the Muslim population is large,
but as a force, you all seem...
...rudderless.
You wait, Querns.
You'll feel the full force of our power.
Are you threatening me?
Get your ass out of here.
But me and Supreme, we were just talking.
l don't want you anywhere near him.
l was listening to what he had to say.
That's an order.
Yes, sir.
Now go. l must pray.
And just then, l heard a voice.
A thunderous voice with, like--
With, like, an Eazy-E type of nasalness, saying:
''Truth casts no shadows,
because it soaks sun like forever sponges,
do bungee-cord jumpings into the abyss.
Hold truth tightly in your fist.''
What did l tell you, Ketchum?
My name's Supreme Allah.
Your name is Kevin Ketchum.
You're nothing but a lowlife corner boy.
What are you, Arif?
Other than a Kareem Said wannabe.
l'm not warning you again.
Adebisi.
That's me.
We need to talk about this guy Ketchum.
Oh, yeah? What about him?
He's a danger to us both.
Yeah? How so?
He's making all these converts. My people, yours.
- l'm not worried. - You should be.
Pretty soon they'll be following his orders.
Well, me and Supreme, we have an understanding.
You can't trust him.
What are you suggesting?
You should do what you usually do when you face an enemy.
You mean kill him?
l thought you Muslims were against murder.
Yeah, but it's okay if l kill him for you, eh?
- Adebisi. - No.
The answer is no.
You want him dead, grab a knife, huh?
Morning.
Hey, Sean, what are you doing here?
The new guy running Em City, Querns? Well,
- he and l came to a parting of ways. - Oh, yeah?
The warden reassigned me to reception,
but l'm not cut out for deskwork.
My guess? l'll be gone in a week or two.
Hey, listen.
You know what l said about being mad at you
because you didn't quit when l was fired? That's bullshit.
Given my behaviour at the time,
how could l possibly pass judgement on what anyone else did?
Tim, you sound so enlightened.
You find God?
Better. An affordable shrink.
Let's have dinner tonight.
Okay, but you're buying.
Okay.
Hey, Andrea.
lt's morning already?
Quiet night?
lf you count two fistfights
and some anal penetration as quiet, yeah.
Who got in the fights?
That biker, Hoyt, and one of those lrish boys, Keenan.
- Cocksucker. - Fuck you.
Fucking rape--
Get back and sit down.
Break it up, break it up. Come on.
Martin, what's up?
As you know, Sean Murphy has been asked
to transfer out of Em City,
and l've made Travis Smith my new CO supervisor.
Problem is, some of the officers are loyal to Murphy.
So l'm asking you to move these COs out
and bring these in.
Okay, done. Mobay.
l need these transfers taken care of right away.
Yes, sir.
- So how's the campaign going? - Great.
l say we talk to the warden.
No, he's got his head up Devlin's ass.
He's not paying attention to our problems here.
We ought to go to the union.
Go to the union about what?
My pal Querns is replacing all the COs in Em City
with people of his own choosing.
- That's his right. - Yeah,
only he's choosing all black guys.
Well, good news is, you can come work for me in Unit B.
Really?
Yeah, l could use the muscle, believe me.
l'll go to Glynn, l'll make the transfers.
- Thanks, Tim. - Sounds good.
- Hey, we were a great team, right? - Yeah.
Okay.
- l'll put the paperwork through. - Good.
- Hey, Leo. - What?
Doesn't it bother you that Querns is putting together
an exclusively black staff?
Look, l told the man he could run his unit any way he wanted,
as long as the violence was kept down.
Okay? You know, since Querns took over,
there's been no significant nonsense in Em City.
Yeah.
How long is that gonna last?
There's that Romanian place around the corner.
lt's a dump, but the food's delicious,
especially that ciulama de miel.
Well, well, Frick and Frack.
l hear you two choirboys are working together again in Unit B.
- That's right. - l just got a transfer myself.
Seems the warden was in a tizzy because Querns
had all black COs in Em City.
You're gonna work in Emerald City?
Yeah. Life's full of ironies, isn't it?
For chrissakes, Ginzburg, l can't take it anymore.
All day, all night with the vomiting. Why don't you hurry up and die?
Jesus.
l just came from seeing Nat Ginzburg.
- What's he want? - You know he has AlDS.
Yeah, but he refuses to move to the AlDS ward.
Gloria tells me he hasn't got long to live,
but he's tired of fighting the disease,
so he asked me to ask you
if it would be possible to move up the execution.
- Move up the execution? - Yeah.
No one's ever asked to be executed early.
l mean, the court set a specific date.
There's no legal precedent to change it.
So let's start a precedent.
You're encouraging me to do this,
given your own position against capital punishment?
The man is dying, Leo.
l believe, in this particular case, ending his life would be a--
A blessing.
That's euthanasia.
l thought your Church was against euthanasia.
My Church is against a lot of things l'm not.
Okay. l'll call the lawyers.
Good.
State troopers closed Bear Mountain this morning
after a reported sighting of escaped convict Miguel Alvarez.
An extensive search was launched, but Alvarez,
who has been missing for three weeks,
once again evaded capture.
ln a related story, Superior Court Judge Mason Kossler
today granted the unusual request
of convicted murderer Nathaniel Ginzburg,
who asked to be executed two months earlier
than the court had ordered.
The execution will take place next Thursday
at the Oswald State Correctional Facility.
Sister Pete's here to see you.
How do l look?
You look like Susan Hayward.
Bingo. That's what l was going for.
Sister, l'm so grateful to you for everything you've done,
but l've gotta ask you one more favour.
Anything.
My nails.
l'm so excited l can't hold the damn brush still.
- Will you do me? - Sure.
- Sit down. - Yeah.
Okay.
Try and keep the hand still, all right?
Okay, that's it.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, yeah.
You know what? No, no. You better lie down.
We'll finish your nails later, okay?
Five a.m.
l got me a date with an angel.
You rest.
Ginzburg's dead tomorrow because he killed Antonio Nappa.
Yeah?
- You wanted him to do it. - Yeah.
Doesn't that bother you a little? He's dying because of you.
No. This is the life we chose.
Sure, but Chucky,
are you afraid of dying?
No.
What the fuck are you doing with a cigarette, Pancamo?
Smoking it?
Put it out. Now.
Or l'm coming in there.
Now her, l'm afraid of.
l heard Ginzburg picked the gas chamber as a way to die.
That'd be all right.
One minute you're sitting there, breathing in and out,
stuff fills your lungs, next thing you know,
you don't know nothing.
- A blow job. - What?
lnstead of a last meal,
they should give you one last blow job.
Yeah.
Ginzburg, it's time.
Ginzburg?
Nat?
Oh, my God, he's cold.
He's dead.
Get a doctor.
Go figure.
He dies in his sleep of natural causes.
He looks so beautiful.
What are you doing?
l'm going to finish his nails.
Count!
Fuck them.
Mobay.
Mobay, get your ass in the air.
Yeah, yeah. Coming.
Mobay, pay attention.
Tomorrow we get healthy.
Healthy? What does that mean, healthy?
lt means we're getting a new shipment in.
- Where? - None of your business.
So, Mobay, Tidd, Browne,
l want each of you to bring me five new babies.
Babies?
- Some new customers, brother. - Babies. Okay.
Poet, you supervise.
l don't need supervising.
What you need is to learn to take an order.
Yes, sir.
Mobay.
You know Detective McGorry from Homicide?
- Sure. Hi, Guinevere. - John.
You're here about the death of Bruno Goergen.
Goergen may have been a bad cop, but he turned state's evidence
in the gun smuggling case.
The DA is pissed that his prime witness
didn't last a week in Oz.
Any idea who killed him?
l thought him falling down the elevator shaft was an accident.
No, my gut says otherwise.
You think somebody whacked Goergen
because they found out he was a cop?
No, this is something else. l just can't figure out what yet.
Wait, Mobay. Please, man, please--
Well, if l can help your investigation in any way...
Yeah, well, keep your ears open. You hear boasting, you call me.
Warden, l'm gonna set up some interviews,
- starting with Goergen's cellmate. - Okay.
Later.
So you in good with Adebisi and the boys?
Yes.
They've got a fresh supply showing up tomorrow,
only l can't find out which door.
They also wanted me to recruit some new buyers.
As a police officer, you can't sell drugs.
l know.
l'll use the cash l have and pretend l found my babies.
- Hey. There's your boy. - Okay.
l got him. l got him.
- Where you been? - Recruiting.
l got two babies.
- Who? - l don't know their names.
Well, point them out to me, man.
- They already left. - Shit.
Well, give me that money, man. Come on, come on, come on.
- l'm out of tits. - All right.
Here you go.
Keep on selling, baby.
Keep on selling.
Hey, Mobay. Give it a rest, man.
You've been shoving that shit up your nose since lights out.
l wanna get some sleep.
So sleep.
What'd you say?
Nothing. Sorry.
Sister Peter Marie.
l'm glad the warden told you who l really am.
l need to talk. And l need this to be confidential.
Of course.
Oz is my first big undercover assignment.
A lot of the guys l work with in Narcotics
didn't think l could handle the job, but l knew l could.
l thought l could.
Left my wife and son,
told them l'd be gone l don't know how many months.
Abby-- That's my wife.
--she's worried, naturally,
that l'll be found out,
that l'll be killed.
Today's Robby's birthday.
l thought l was close to busting the drug ring,
but l'm not.
Only l've got to.
l blow this, my career is over,
l'm back to riding the subways arresting bums.
So l gotta stay. l gotta see this through.
But...
Sister...
...l'm an addict.
People in love sometimes say that they're head over heels.
But if they knew what the phrase really meant,
l'm not sure that they'd make the claim.
Back in the bad old days, as a warning to criminals,
judges would order malcontents to be
hung by their ankles, heels over head.
The phrase came to mean a state of helplessness, confusion.
Now that l think of it,
that is being in love.
What should l do if l ever find out who killed Gary?
You should whack them.
- Yeah? - lt'll be my pleasure. What the fuck?
You murdered my son!
My son is dead. Nothing can change that.
And Keller had Gary killed. Nothing's gonna change that either.
Beecher, killing Keller is no way to mourn your child.
What, now you're defending that cocksucker?
No. He must be punished.
But not by you.
Tobias, the FBl found your daughter.
Holly's alive.
We investigated the lead you gave us.
Bob ''Big Butt'' Towland had nothing to do with the kidnapping.
He'd been arrested two days before and was sitting
in the Crown and Shield holding centre awaiting arraignment.
But if he didn't do it, that means...
Chris Keller is innocent.
Oh, Christ. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
We arrested the real kidnapper this morning.
Tobias...
...it's Hank Schillinger.
Sit down, Vern.
We got a couple of items to discuss.
Oh, do we now?
l've got a file just full of fights between you two.
Plus, l'm told you like to fuck each other up the ass.
Now, l'm not wild about either practise,
so, Keller, l'm moving you to another pod.
But if either of you touches the other, in love or war,
l will transfer both of you to gen pop. Understood?
- Yes. - Yes.
Keller, go pack.
Beecher, l have other business with you.
The warden tells me that an inmate from Unit B,
Vern Schillinger, may be responsible for your son's death.
So we've decided, for the time being,
to restrict your movements through the rest of Oz.
No library or gym privileges,
and you'll eat your meals here at Em City.
He killed my son and l get punished for it?
Well, given the fact that l have transferred
all the Aryans out of Em City,
this is the safest place for you.
Safe?
Relatively speaking.
- Chris? - Don't. Don't even.
My son died horribly.
l was out of my mind with grief.
You actually thought in your heart that l could do such a thing?
Order the murder of a child?
Your child?
Yeah. You got plenty of reasons to assume the worst about me.
But l worked very hard-- Oh, Christ.
--to regain your trust, your love.
l thought l had, but this proves that l haven't.
- Chris-- - l don't, l can't...
- Please. - ...l never will.
- Please. - No. We're over. We're finished.
- We're done. - Chris, you gotta forgive me.
No.
l forgave you.
Well, l guess that makes you the better man.
Howdy.
l's your new neighbour.
This is my bunk.
lt ain't no more.
Mondo.
Play nice.
Lunch detail!
Follow me.
- Feds arrested Hank? - Yeah.
After letting the girl go, the feds surrounded him.
Push comes to shove, with the federal boys leaning on him,
think your son will give you up?
Honest to Christ, l don't know.
Hey, Vern. Four marriages,
l never had any kids, so l don't know dick about parenting,
but you, fuck, you deserve some sort of prize.
One son, you give him drugs knowing he'll OD.
The other you set up for a lethal injection.
You're father of the year, but you know what the best news is?
When both of your sons are dead, that'll be the end of it,
because you ain't making any more children. Not here.
So that when you die, your name dies with you.
Everything you are dies when you do.
And the world will be a better place.
Well, well, well, look who we got up in here.
- Oh, l see. - My man Keller.
What's up, dog?
Hey, Keller, man, l gotta ask you a question, man.
You mind if l fuck your girlfriend Beecher?
You mind if she sucks my cock?
l don't give a fuck what you do or what he does.
- You heard that, Leroy? - l did, Mondo. l did.
All right, because we don't want no problems in Em City,
so it goes on record that l got Keller's permission
- to fuck Beecher up the yazoo. - Yes, you do.
Good night, coz.
Peace.
What happened to your hand?
l was remembering what hell felt like.
Bless me, Father, for l have sinned.
ln the past year or so, l've committed numerous homosexual acts.
- Do you want me to elaborate? - No.
Before coming to Oz, l had sex with several men...
...and then l whacked them.
What?
After sex, l murdered them.
Why?
l didn't want them to tell anyone, to speak my name.
You have to go to the authorities and confess.
What?
You can't absolve me?
l can absolve you, but the only way to show God that you're truly sorry
is to go to the police.
Look...
...l'm truly sorry, okay? So just fucking absolve me.
No.
Give me my fucking penance.
No.
God damn you.
God damn you to fucking hell, you goddamn hack in black.
Oh, no.
Come on, Beecher, suck my dick.
Jesus, you're such a romantic.
ls that the way you talk to your women?
Well, when l'm horny, the less talk the better.
Okay, lover boy...
...pucker up.
For centuries, part of any punishment was humiliation.
ln England, they'd hang a criminal inside a cage a few feet off the ground
in the middle of the town square.
The guilty fuck sat in his cage looking like a canary,
like a parakeet.
So people started calling them jailbirds.
Only the kind of chirping we do in Oz ain't all that pretty.
Goddamn.
- Mr. Morales. - Mr. Rebadow.
My request.
You said you needed time to think it over.
Yes.
Well?
When you asked me to kill Raoul Hernandez,
you said l could have anything l wanted in return.
And now you want me to let you kill someone else.
Yes.
Oddly enough, there's no one l need exterminated at the present time.
Besides, as a newly-appointed trustee,
l have promised Querns that there will be no violence in Emerald City.
You're going against your word.
Ask for something else.
Cigarettes, money, drugs.
l want to kill somebody.
lf you have your heart set on it, why do you need my permission?
Not permission, protection.
That you can have.
No matter who l kill?
You aren't gonna do anything crazy, are you?
- Like waste Pancamo? - Certainly not.
Then who are you gonna kill?
Who indeed?
May l join you?
May l join you, Busmalis?
You're talking to me?
You're actually saying words intended for my ears?
Yes.
l've been treating you badly, and l'm sorry.
You mean all's forgiven?
That's right. All's forgiven.
Would you like my pie?
Yes. Yes.
l'm tired but happy.
You're speaking to me again.
The chicken at dinner was edible.
All in all, life is good.
l'm the happiest of men.
Lights out!
l've been reading The Art of War by Sun Tzu.
Fascinating stuff.
The instinct to kill is as common as the need to procreate.
Those of us in Oz are actually the normal ones.
Following nature's lead.
Funny, huh, Busmalis?
Busmalis?
Jesus, Bob! Help! What are you doing?
- Get him off me! Help! - Fucking Christ.
He's trying to kill me!
- Jesus Christ, he cut me! - Give me that.
You're doing fucking time.
- You're okay. - What the fuck did he do that for?
Shit! Goddamn, l'm all cut up here.
Eddie.
Hey. Yeah. No, it's me.
That's why l'm calling.
Yeah. Right. You'll get it done by next week?
Good. No later than next week, right?
Okay. All right. See you.
- You called for me? - Did you put Hoyt into solitary?
- No. - He tried to kill me.
l know. But so far, neither of you will tell me why.
lt's personal.
Fine.
You asked for protective custody, l set you up here.
But sooner or later, l'm bringing you back,
and Hoyt or one of his biker buddies will finish the job on you.
So go ahead, keep it personal.
Wait.
l will tell you...
...everything.
Gulino had a cell phone.
After he died, l got hold of it.
Now O'Reily's got it.
He's hidden it somewhere in Em City.
Where is it? The cell phone?
- What cell phone, Mr. Querns? - You know what cell phone.
They're against the rules, sir.
- You didn't find it? - No.
And without that cell phone, l have no way of proving your story is true.
So, what happens now?
Well, l leave you here a couple more days,
then l'm sending you back.
To die.
All right, Mr. Querns.
l have two requests.
l would like to see my girlfriend
and a rabbi.
l'll set it up.
- l am soon very likely going to die. - Nikolai.
There is one thing you must do for me.
Anything.
Tonight, at 5 p.m.,
l want you to dial this phone number.
lt must be 5 p.m. sharp.
ln my proudest moment as your governor,
l signed the law that reinstated the death penalty.
Together, we've made great strides in the war on crime,
but there's much more to do.
Let's finish the job.
The courage to lead. James Devlin, governor.
A long time ago, if a man stole another man's cow,
or lamb or pig, and butchered it,
and was found with the animal's blood on his fingers,
he was said to be caught red-handed.
Of course, if the robber was too cocky to wash his hands,
maybe he deserved to get busted.
Count!
- Fuck now. - Yeah.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
l never touched the cell phone.
He never let me touch it.
l didn't kill Gulino.
Stanislofsky did.
lt's his word against mine.
l got five guys that'll back me up.
l want Stanislofsky dead.
Protective custody? No can do.
l thought you had some clout in this fucking place.
Sorry, O'Reily.
Your brother, he sleep all day?
No, you know, they just got him on this new medication
to calm him down and stuff.
lf you ask me, he's too calm.
Cyril.
Cyril?
Cyril, wake up. Cyril.
Cyril, wake up. Cyril, wake the fuck up!
Cyril! Fuck!
Officer Smith, there's something the matter with my brother.
- What do you mean? - l don't know. Hurry up. Call a doctor.
- Let's go. - Central, this is 1 6.
We got a possible OD here.
Let's start two large lVs with normal saline running wide open.
- We'll need to tube him. - What happened?
He OD'd on the Haldol.
- O'Reily? - What?
- Any news on your brother? - No.
You know, the fucking hacks, they tell me to wait here,
and l'm fucking waiting here, and there's nothing.
What's going on in there?
l'm sure he'll be fine.
You know, she did this. This fucking Dr. Nathan.
She gives him too much of the drugs on purpose.
lt's her way of trying to get back at me.
- l don't think she's capable of that. - Hey, Gloria fucking hates me.
Wake up. l mean, she thinks l hired Keenan to rape her.
Now she's got my brother back there in her clutches
and there's not a fucking thing l can do about it.
l fucking hate this place!
Fuck! Cyril!
Gloria. How's Cyril?
They pumped his stomach. He's breathing normally.
Problem is, we don't know how long he was unconscious
before they brought him in, so the next few hours will be dicey,
but l think he'll be fine.
How does that make you feel?
- Are we suddenly in session? - No.
No, l just want to be sure that he gets the best care that he can.
Oh, and you don't think that l'm capable of separating
my professional obligations from my anger?
l think that right now you're so turned around
you can't see which way to go.
- l have other patients-- - Gloria, Gloria.
Ryan O'Reily did not hire that man to rape you.
He admitted that he did.
He told you what you wanted to hear.
Keenan raped me because of O'Reily.
The attack on you was random.
lf Keenan hadn't raped you, he would've raped someone else.
- Hey, Keenan. - Hey.
Hey, luck of the lrish, right?
- Yeah. - All right.
Hey, l want you to do something for me.
Anything.
- l want you to tell me. - About what?
When you raped Dr. Nathan.
l wanna know what it was like to fuck her.
Okay.
She was heading into her apartment,
looking so hot.
Yeah.
- How you feeling? - My head hurts.
That'll go away.
Where's Ryan?
l don't know, probably Em City.
And then l just slammed my cock into her.
l slammed her.
You don't like us, do you?
l like you.
Until she couldn't scream no more,
couldn't breathe no more.
My brother,
he does bad things.
But deep down, he's not bad.
l came inside her and she was moaning.
He loves you.
With all his heart.
Jesus.
You sure did a job on her, huh?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
So you say you wanna work for me?
Definitely.
l do things different here in Oz than the way we worked on the street.
For instance, when l want someone dead,
l never grease them myself.
Yeah, l always talk someone else into doing the deed for me.
l make them believe the person l want dead is their enemy.
That way the kill can't be traced back to me.
That's so cool.
You got, what, seven years till parole?
You think you'll go the distance?
- Sure, l'll get out. - Yeah. That's good.
You keep believing that, Patrick.
You know how l said that l always get someone to kill for me?
- Yeah. - Well...
...in your case, l'm gonna make an exception.
Take him down to the morgue.
My only real memory from that night was this shamrock.
l remember the light from the street lamp kept bouncing off it.
When they brought Keenan into the ER, l thought:
''Good.
He's dead. Good.''
You were right.
l came back too soon.
l need to take some time,
you know, just put my anger back
in its proper place.
Maybe then l can learn to forgive.
Myself more than anyone.
The job will be here whenever you decide to come back.
lf l come back, Leo.
To seal one's fate.
Years ago, the death sentence could not be carried out
unless the death warrant had the judge's official seal
affixed to the bottom.
lmagine,
the only thing standing between you and death
is a little lump of melted wax.
But that's the thing about life.
The big changes all come because of little lumps of wax.