Great Men
Written By: Teleplay by Tom Fontana and Sean Jablonski, Story by Tom Fontana
Directed By: Bob Balaban
Original Airdate: July 27, 1998
Transcribed: January 20, 2000. Last Revised: January 24, 2000.

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(Hill narrating.)

Hill: End of the century is coming, y'all! End of the millennium. Lotta lists here in prison about who's the greatest person in the past thousand years. By great, they mean who has the most impact. Einstein, Edison, Freud. I can tell you one thing for sure: my name won't be on that list. Neither will anyone else's here.

(At the phone bank in Em City. Alvarez hangs up the phone and walks over to Rebadow sitting at a table.)

Alvarez: Hey, Rebadow. Y'know, I think I got you. I think I got a piece of information before you.

Rebadow: Really?

Alvarez: Mmm-hmm. It's about Glynn and his daughter.

Rebadow: You mean that she was brutally raped and is in the hospital?

Alvarez: Shit. How'd you know that? Well, I know one thing I know you don't know.

Rebadow: What's that?

Alvarez: Who raped Glynn's daughter.

Rebadow: You're right, I don't.

Alvarez: I do.

Rebadow: How do you know who did it?

Alvarez: Oh, that's because I was just talking to him on the phone.

(In Mukada's office. Someone knocks.)

Mukada: Come in. Richie. What's up?

Hanlon: I love to take it in the ass.

Mukada: Uh-huh.

Hanlon: Now, lots of people think that's perverse, but it's my choice. So I say fuck them, right?

Mukada: Richie, are we going someplace with all this?

Hanlon: I choose to take it up the ass. But rape, man...

Mukada: Did somebody rape you?

Hanlon: Yeah, sure. But that's not why I'm here. I got some information on another rape.

(In Glynn's office.)

Sister Pete: Yes, I knew about his daughter.

Mukada: And you didn't tell me?

Sister Pete: Well, he asked me not to.

Glynn: Hey. You need to see me?

Mukada: Yeah, Leo. It's about Ardith.

(In an interview room.)

Glynn: You're gonna tell me everything you know.

Alvarez: About what?

Glynn: My daughter.

Alvarez: Your daughter was raped and beaten. Because of that you took it out on me.

Glynn: Tell me who raped her.

Alvarez: I ain't telling you dick. You got all the power, huh? I mean, you think that you can just shit on people, shit on people and you get away with it? Not this time. And you can go fuck yourself.

Mukada: Miguel, for God's sake, tell him what you heard about his daughter.

Alvarez: What? That she's a lousy lay?

Glynn: (To the CO.) Chain him up. Father, we're gonna need some privacy. (He takes the CO's riot stick.)

Alvarez: Do it. Do it.

Mukada: Leo, don't. Don't do it. Leo!

Glynn: Get out! Get him out of here!

Mukada: Leo! No! Don't do it! (He blocks Alvarez' body with his own. Glynn hits the table with the stick instead.)

Alvarez: That motherfucker deserves this shit.

(At the prison switchboard.)

Glynn: Listen, are you sure? This call was made in the past week from Em City by Miguel Alvarez.

CO: Warden, you know as well as I do we monitor prisoners' calls randomly. We didn't catch that particular one.

Glynn: Fuck.

(In the cafeteria.)

Peter: Leo, we're sorry to hear about your daughter.

Glynn: Does everybody know?

Peter: Pretty much, yeah. Look, I can persuade Alvarez to give up the name of the prick who did this.

Glynn: No, thanks.

Peter: Why not? Hey, why not? Why not?

Glynn: First, I don't want to owe you any more favors. And second, and I know you won't understand this, but it's not right.

Peter: Right, wrong, right, wrong. There's such a fine line between it.

Glynn: Not for me.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Bad men have their impact too. But you gotta be really bad. Ivan the Terrible. Jack the Ripper. Adolf Hitler. Yeah, old Adolph was an evil fuck. And let's face it. Evil is the only thing that has survived intact these past thousand years.

(Shots of Glynn visiting his daughter in the hospital.)

(In Em City. Shots of Wangler, Pancamo, Hanlon, and Said in their pods at night.)

(Hill narrating, with shots of Busmalis' digging in his pod and his crime.)

Hill: Prisoner number 98B242, Agamemnon Busmalis, aka The Mole. Convicted May 10, '98, grand theft larceny, breaking and entering. Sentence: 10 years. Up for parole in 4.

(In Rebadow's and Busmalis' pod.)

Rebadow: Busmalis, what are you doing?

Busmalis: I told you, digging my way out.

Rebadow: You can't. It's impossible.

Busmalis: Watch me.

Rebadow: How long do you think it's gonna take?

Busmalis: I dunno. But I'm figuring I got four years 'til my first parole hearing.

Rebadow: You're gonna dig for four years?

Busmalis: Only if I have to.

Rebadow: The CO's coming.

Busmalis: Thanks.

Rebadow: Don't mention it.

(In Beecher's and Hill's pod.)

Hill: Oh, fuck!

Beecher: What?

Hill: Beecher!

Beecher: What?

Hill: You farted!

Beecher: I didn't.

Hill: Pee-fucking-yew!

Beecher: I didn't fart.

Hill: Damn, man. Five hours 'til dawn and I gotta be in a Goddamn glass box with the king of stink. Like the Gulf fucking War Syndrome.

Beecher: You farted.

Hill: Oh, me?

Beecher: Yeah. You're saying I farted to cover your own tracks.

Hill: No. You're saying I'm covering my tracks to cover yours.

(Beecher starts rhyming.)

Hill: Fuck you!

Beecher: Light a match.

Hill: I swear, Beecher, you need to go see a doctor, man. Smelly farts are a sign of something seriously wrong on the inside.

Beecher: I didn't fart. (He lets one rip a few seconds later.)

Hill: Oh, fuck, man! (Beecher laughs.)

(In McManus' office.)

Wittlesey: Hey.

McManus: Hey.

Wittlesey: I'm about to start my shift. First day back in Em City. I was thinking, tonight I'd let you take me out to dinner to celebrate.

McManus: Aw, geez, I can't.

Wittlesey: Why? You got a date?

McManus: Actually, yeah.

Wittlesey: Well, ok. Have fun.

McManus: Welcome back.

Wittlesey: Thanks.

(In Em City, as Wittlesey returns to her old job.)

Poet: Life frustrated me the other day
Pushed all my wrong buttons
So I bit its ear off
Pushed it up against the rope
Told it stop, stop fucking headbutting me
When the refs ain't looking
I threw my, threw my hands around its neck
Told it, stop, stop fucking yelling at me
Or I start hooking
Threw my shape to the dope
Told it, stop fucking playing me
'Fore I start juking
I got too many rope burns around my neck
Too many cotton cuts in my fingernails
I spent thousands of years, thousand of years
Old people shit
I ain't even do nothing wrong
Old people shit
I didn't even know what's wrong
Old people shit
Know what I'm saying?

(In a classroom.)

Coushaine: Take a look at the Tiger Woods article in there.

Wangler: That dog is making some serious dough.

Coushaine: Oh, forget it. A fortune. Did you see what it says there about his parents?

Wangler: No, where?

Coushaine: Right there. Second paragraph. Starts right there.

Wangler: (Reading.) "The biggest inf..."

Coushaine: Influence.

Wangler: "...influence in my life is my parents."

Coushaine: Very good. Keep going.

Wangler: "Their pa..."

Coushaine: Patience.

Wangler: "...patience has given me the..."

Coushaine: Resources.

Wangler: "...resources to be a great champ....champion."

Coushaine: Excellent.

Kirk: Excellent, man. Little nigger can read.

Coushaine: Been practicing, huh?

Wangler: Yeah, a little bit.

Coushaine: Great. Listen, keep the article and you can read it after class, all right? Let's get started, huh?

(In Em City.)

McManus: Coushaine tells me that you did very well today, reading out loud in class.

Wangler: Well, he gave me a sports magazine, so...

McManus: Well, I figured that you deserved something, since you've been putting in so much hard work.

Wangler: Up From Sl...

McManus: Slavery.

Wangler: Slavery.

McManus: Booker T. Washington. You know who that is?

Wangler: Yeah. Booker T and the MGs.

McManus: No, it's a different guy. He was one of the most influential African Americans of his time. He believed that education was the key to the success for any man's life.

Wangler: This the dude with the peanuts?

McManus: No, that's George Washington Carver. This book influenced my life.

Wangler: Hey, McManus. You know that deal we made about me going to school instead of working the kitchen? I don't miss that mop at all.

Adebisi: Got something in there for me?

McManus: You going to class, Adebisi?

Adebisi: Got a full schedule.

McManus: Well, you know, you should really come by my office. I'm going to check your records. You really should be back in school. (He leaves.)

Adebisi: Yeah, I'll be there real soon. You suck his cock when I'm not here?

Wangler: Get out of here. He just brought me some shit to read, man.

Adebisi: Read, eh? Maybe you can read me a nice bedtime story. That cocksucker doesn't come in here again unless you ask me.

Wangler: How the fuck am I supposed to stop him from coming in?

Adebisi: You're not listening. Come here. Come here. He doesn't come in here. Do you understand?

Wangler: Yeah, man. Yeah.

Adebisi: You're a really smart kid.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Booker T. Washington. Now, he belongs on that list. Born a slave, he wrote stuff that shook the tree. Everyone knew who he was. Everyone all around the world. Even the President of the United States asked for his advice. Now, how the fuck did Booker T. do that?

(In the kitchen.)

Adebisi: What's going on?

Pierce: Yo Simon, that's fucked up that Glynn handed the kitchen over to Schibetta and shit. Ever tell you why?

Adebisi: He don't have to tell me why. I know.

Pierce: Say word, you do?

Adebisi: He's trying to start a war between us and those guineas.

Pierce: Glynn?

Adebisi: Yeah.

Pierce: Why would he want to start a war?

Adebisi: 'Cause he hates them too. Holy shit. It's the little Nino. You know, you look just like your father. Only, you're so pretty.

Peter: Trying to tell me something?

Adebisi: Yes. I miss your father.

Pancamo: Why don't you lazy fucks get back to work?

Adebisi: Next! Come on, darling!

(In Wangler's and Adebisi's pod.)

Adebisi: Hey, a late afternoon tittie fuck. Hey. What's your problem?

Wangler: I got no problem, man.

Mineo: Shakedown! Shakedown! (Adebisi stuffs the drugs in Wangler's book.)

Wangler: What the fuck you doing?

Mineo: Shakedown! Shakedown!

Adebisi: What's the problem? Officer Wittlesey...

Mineo: Hands on the rail. Hands on the rail. You know the routine.

Wittlesey: Outside. (She tosses the pod and finds nothing.) They're clean.

Adebisi: Clean. I tell you what. Now it's my book. My book is for my tits. (He rips several pages out of the book.)

Wangler: What the fuck are you doing?

Adebisi: An ugly bastard, but I love him.

Wangler: Fuck you, man!

Adebisi: (Slams Wanglers against the door.) (?) You think you're going to disrespect me, huh? You forget who your friends are, Kenny. You not my friend, then you're my enemy. Understand?

Wangler: Yeah.

Adebisi: Understand?

Wangler: Yeah, I said I fucking understand.

Adebisi: Good. (?)

Wangler: Yeah.

(In Em City, at a table.)

McManus: Why aren't you in class?

Wangler: What the fuck is your problem, McManus?

McManus: All right. Come on.

(In the computer room.)

McManus: Now why did you stop going to class? You were doing so well. What happened?

Wangler: Nothing.

McManus: Somebody pressuring you?

Wangler: Yeah. You.

McManus: You tell me what's going on, Kenny! (He sees Adebisi looking in.) Is Adebisi giving you shit about going to school? (He goes outside to Adebisi.) You get the fuck out of here. I'm having a conversation. I'm going to transfer this fucker back to Gen Pop. How's that?

Wangler: No, don't do that. Then he'll think I asked you to, then that'll be my ass.

McManus: Then I'm gonna move you to another pod.

Wangler: No.

McManus: Look, you're gonna go back to school, Kenny. You're going back to school or I'll have you mopping that kitchen 24 hours a day. I'm gonna have you mopping this whole fucking prison. Do you hear me? What's it gonna be, Kenny? What's it gonna be?

Wangler: I'll go back to class.

McManus: OK. Let's go. You're late.

(Hill narrating, as McManus takes Wangler to class.)

Hill: Mr. Booker T. Washington writes in his book, "I have great faith in the power and influence of fact. It is seldom that anything is permanently gained by holding facts back." You want some facts? The U.S. Department of Justice reports that the typical prisoner in America is an undereducated, young male minority, but you could've guessed that. If that undereducated, young male minority receives his G.E.D. in prison, he is far less likely to come back. If that same kid manages to go to college while he's inside, he'll almost definitely never see a prison cell again. Last year, one state, California, spent more money on its penal system than it did on higher education. These are the facts and figures. You ain't got to be that smart to add 'em up.

(In the cafeteria.)

Hill: I'd fuck Dr. Nathan in a second.

Busmalis: Me too.

Beecher: How about Wittlesey?

Hill: Shit, yeah.

Busmalis: Me too.

Beecher: You know who I think is sexy? Sister Peter Marie.

Hill: Yeah.

Busmalis: That's disgusting! She's a nun.

Hill: She wasn't always a nun.

Beecher: She was married.

Busmalis: What? Nuns can't be married. They're the brides of Christ.

Beecher: Before she became a nun. Her husband died. She told me once in passing.

Busmalis: I wonder how he died, her husband.

Beecher: She won't say.

Hill: An accident, I heard. He fell off the back of a truck and broke his neck.

Rebadow: That's true, but it wasn't an accident. Why do you think she works here? Her husband was pushed off the truck. He was murdered.

(In Solitary.)

Giles: Peter. Peter Marie. Peter.

Sister Pete: Hey, Leo.

Glynn: You know William Giles?

Sister Pete: No.

Glynn: I think his mind has snapped and we think he's asking for you.

Sister Pete: Hello, William. You want to talk with me?

Giles: Sick.

Sister Pete: You're sick?

Giles: Amor.

Sister Pete: Amore. Love.

Giles: Broom.

Sister Pete: You, you want a broom? OK, William. William? You want to talk to me?

Giles: Peter! Peter Marie! Peter Marie! Peter! Peter Marie!

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Sister Pete: Tobias, will you bring up the file on William Giles for me, please? G-i-l-e-s.

Beecher: Sure. We voted you sexiest.

Sister Pete: Sexiest? Sexiest what?

Beecher: Woman in prison.

Sister Pete: Oh, come on. Really?

Beecher: Uh-huh. There it is.

(Hill narrating, with flashbacks of Giles' crime.)

Hill: Prisoner number 58G714, William Giles. Convicted February 6, 1958, second degree murder. Sentenced to life. Up for parole in 60 years.

(In Glynn's office.)

Sister Pete: Leo, I really need you to get Giles out of Solitary so that we can start therapy sessions.

Glynn: You know why he's in solitary?

Sister Pete: Yeah, I read the report. Two years ago he stole some toothpaste from another inmate. The inmate caught him and Giles killed the guy.

Glynn: He's dangerous and he's crazy.

Sister Pete: But he needs my help.

Glynn: No, I'm not putting you in that kind if situation.

Sister Pete: But, Leo, Leo...

Glynn: No. No! I'm going to the hospital to visit my daughter. Good night.

(In Solitary.)

Giles: Peter. Peter Marie. Peter Marie. Peter. Peter Marie. Peter! Peter! Peter Marie!

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Do you think that when the first millennium ended back in 999, they made lists? Did they even know the millennium was ending?

(In Em City.)

Manhardt: Said. Yo!

Said: You are disturbing our morning prayer.

Manhardt: Yeah, well, you got mail. Sign here.

Said: I will sign for it later.

Manhardt: Look, I haven't got time for this. Schillinger's still in the hole so we're short staffed in the mailroom. I gotta get back.

Said: Now, this I will gladly sign for.

Manhardt: Yeah, well I'm fucking thrilled.

Said: My brothers, the book about the riot. This is proof that the truth cannot be silenced.

(In the library.)

Rebadow: The Annotated Code? You giving up God for the law?

Said: God's laws are clear to me. Those are man's that are not. I've been studying legal books for the last eight months, trying to see if God's laws and those of the white man have anything in common.

Rebadow: What have you discovered?

Said: That these are nothing but words on a page. The Annotated Code exists solely to be circumvented.

Rebadow: Without law we have anarchy.

Said: You should read your morning paper, old man. We have anarchy anyway.

Rebadow: I would have thought after the riot, you would have learned. You can't overthrow the system.

Said: Oh, I learned. And I have no interest in seeing more men die. No, I intend to use the tools that were used against me. I intend to make the law devour itself.

(In Em City. The inmates are watching TV.)

Reporter: Judge Richard Kimbler was sentenced today to sixteen months in prison. The twelve year veteran of the state criminal court was convicted of taking bribes in exchange for leniency in three murder cases he presided over in 1995.

Hill: You hear this? Cocksucker Kimbler was the judge at my fucking trial.

Arif: For real?

Hill: Shit, yeah. If I had known the motherfucker was up for bribes, I'd put my two dollars down. That shit ain't fair.

Arif: You're right. It's not. You know what you outta do, Hill?

Hill: What?

Arif: Talk to Said.

(In the computer room.)

Said: Now, it says here in this article that Kimbler took bribes in November. You weren't approached by him or anyone else about taking bribes?

Hill: Nobody said dick to me.

Said: Did they talk to your lawyer?

Hill: If they did, he never said word one to me.

Said: Good. That's good. I think we have a case.

Hill: A case?

Said: Yeah. You were denied your rights to a fair trial by an impartial judge.

Hill: So, so you're saying we could go to court and have the verdict overturned?

Said: My friend, you have a real shot at going free.

(In Glynn's office.)

McManus: Now, let me get this straight. Judge Kimbler did not take a bribe in Hill's case.

Said: That is correct.

Glynn: And he didn't ask for a bribe either.

Said: That is also correct.

Glynn: Then what exactly are we talking about?

Said: The judge was lenient with those who did give bribes. So he may have been harsh with those who did not. Look, all we ask is for the opportunity to explore the merits of the case.

Glynn: What opportunities are we talking about?

McManus: Yeah, for how long?

Said: Look, we're going to need more time for visitations. And we're going to need to talk to the lawyer who originally represented Augustus, and anybody that offered bribes, their lawyers, the prosecution at Judge Kimbler's trial, et cetera.

McManus: You've stayed pretty quiet through all this.

Hill: Kareem said he'd do the talking. I'd be a idiot not to keep my fucking mouth shut.

(In a visiting room.)

Hill: You lying.

Clifford: I...

Hill: Clifford, I sat next to you through all those hearings, all those days of the trial. I got so I could tell when you was lying. You get that little twitch.

Clifford: I do?

Hill: That's probably why you're such a shit lawyer.

Said: Augustus, please. Insults do us no good at all.

Hill: They sure as hell make me feel better.

Clifford: Look, I did the best I could for you.

Hill: Yeah, I know. That's why I'm saying you're shit.

Said: Can we get back to the point, please? Now, you knew others were giving bribes.

Clifford: I heard stuff in the courthouse hallways. That's all.

Hill: Then why didn't you jump, you motherfucker?

Clifford: Call me naive. I thought I'd get a not guilty based on the strength of the case.

Said: If you knew what was going on, why did you not go to the state judicial commission?

Clifford: Come on. I go to the state commission, and nothing happens. Except, the next time I'm pleading a case in front of Kimbler, he cuts off my balls.

(At the phone bank.)

Hill: Well?

Said: Marilyn Crenshaw. The assistant district attorney who prosecuted Kimbler. She will meet with us tomorrow.

Hill: Cool.

Said: Unfortunately, though, the lawyers who gave bribes won't take my calls. The secretaries say, "I'll get back to you." I say, "You can't get back to me."

Hill: You know what you should do? You should check and see if any of those freed murderers are doing any time in Oz.

Said: I did. They're not. They're in different prisons.

Hill: So what do we do?

Said: I'm gonna write to each one, but I don't expect any response.

Hill: So we're fucked.

Said: No, no. Good things don't come easy, my brother.

Mineo: Count!

Said: 'Til tomorrow. Asalaam aleikuum, brother.

(In the visiting room.)

Said: When you were gathering evidence to prosecute Judge Kimbler, did you ever hear Augustus Hill's name mentioned?

Crenshaw: No.

Said: In reference to the three murder convictions that Kimbler was lenient with, did you perceive any sort of pattern?

Crenshaw: No.

Said: So nothing about these three men was consistent? Did they share the same style of murder, same lawyers, same skin tone?

Crenshaw: Sorry, you're not going to be able to turn this into something racial.

Said: That is not my intention.

Crenshaw: Bullshit! The only two elements that are similar in these three murders is they were men and they were guilty.

Said: Oh, so you're saying the bribes were random?

Crenshaw: Yes.

Said: Would you testify to that in court?

Crenshaw: I never said that I would testify in court and if you try to compel me, I'll take you to court.

Said: Now why would you do that? You're an assistant district attorney, sworn to see justice done. Or doesn't your definition of justice extend to my client?

Crenshaw: Your client? Please. The only place that you are a lawyer is in your own head. I see what you're doing. Strutting around, thumbing your nose at the system, thumbing your nose at everything that I believe in. It's not him that I won't help, it's you. You could win this case, but let me give you some free legal advice. Get yourself a lawyer. A real fucking lawyer.

Hill: You know that woman?

Said: Why do you ask?

Hill: You two seem awful familiar. That's not the bitch that prosecuted you, is she?

Said: Marilyn and I, before I found Allah, we were engaged to be married.

(In McManus' office.)

Said: I need more access to phones. I need to be able to gets calls as well as make them.

McManus: Well, why don't we just run a switchboard into your pod?

Said: Oh. Answer a legitimate request with sarcasm.

McManus: Legitimate request?

Said: Yeah.

McManus: Said, you're an inmate in a maximum security prison. Now, if I say yes to you, what's to stop the next guy from asking for the same thing?

Said: These are special circumstances.

McManus: No, they're not. I hate to break the news to you, pal, but in here, you're nobody special. You deserve no more than the next man.

Said: What is this about? Is this because you don't like what I said about you in my book?

McManus: No, this is about the fact that you always ask for help, and you're never willing to do anything for me in return.

Said: Why does there have to be a trade, a negotiation? I would have thought that doing what's right would be enough for you.

(In Em City.)

Hill: No go, huh? Damn. Yo, what was that you said about nothing good coming easy? Life in prison is some tough shit to wrap your mind around. I did like everybody else in this scumhole. I settled in, I settled down. But then, when you said the word "free" to me, something inside me stirred, you know. Freedom. I want my freedom.

Said: Then you shall have it, my brother. I swear to you, by almighty God and everything I hold holy, you will go free.

(In Dr. Nathan's office.)

Nathan: Those files are confidential.

Ryan: Yeah, well, you know, I have this natural curiosity about my fellow man.

Nathan: We got the results back from your needle aspiration.

Ryan: Don't dance, Doctor, just give it to me straight.

Nathan: OK. The lump under your nipple is a stage 2 breast carcinoma.

Ryan: Uh-huh.

Nathan: Stage 2 means that we caught it relatively early. Your chances of survival are good.

Ryan: Uh-huh.

Nathan: The next step is surgery. Do you have any questions?

Ryan: You're married, right?

Nathan: Yeah.

Ryan: Yeah. Me too. You'd like my wife. She's a real pisser.

(In the visiting room.)

Shannon: Does the doctor know what he's talking about?

Ryan: She.

Shannon: Give me the name of the bitch. I'll talk to her.

Ryan: Would you just fucking relax?

Shannon: Hey, don't get pissy with me! I'm the one who's thinking about you.

(In Dr. Nathan's office.)

Ryan: We've known each other all the way since back to high school. We fucked for days and our friends, they were amazed. 'Cause Shannon never got pregnant. So one day before we got married, she decided to get tested. And we find out that her tubes or whatever are blocked, so she can't have any kids. I married her anyway, 'cause I knew she felt like shit. I knew she didn't feel like a woman anymore. But I cheated on her. A lot. Oh, man, I don't wanna die.

(In a conference room.)

Glynn: So what's next?

Nathan: I scheduled O'Reily to have a mastectomy tomorrow at Benchton Memorial. We'll need transport and an officer.

Wittlesey: Or two.

McManus: What, you think O'Reily will try to escape?

Nathan: I'll be working with Dr. Shelton Powell. She's the top breast cancer surgeon in the state.

Glynn: All this sounds expensive.

Nathan: Well, it ain't gonna come cheap.

Glynn: Will our insurance cover it?

Nathan: No. The claim adjustor insists O'Reily have a lumpectomy.

Sister Pete: That's when they remove the tumor but not the breast, right?

Nathan: Right.

McManus: If we can spare the breast and save some money, why do a mastectomy?

Nathan: Well, lumpectomies aren't always effective. They most often have to be followed up with radiation or chemo.

Wittlesey: So then the prison is footing the bill for this whole wingding?

Nathan: Yeah.

Wittlesey: How much is that?

Nathan: The surgeon, staff, and equipment, in all $18,000.

Mukada: Wow.

Wittlesey: And a lumpectomy costs what?

Nathan: About half that.

Wittlesey: Well, give him the lumpectomy.

Mukada: A patient should be able to choose his own medical procedure, don't you think?

Wittlesey: No. Not at these prices. Not if he's a con.

Nathan: Look, Ryan O'Reily's going through enough shit dealing with being a man and having breast cancer. I mean, his survival depends as much on a positive outlook as it does on the surgery.

Mukada: Agreed.

Wittlesey: We can do an awful lot with that eighteen grand, Gloria. I don't mean to sound cold, but whether Ryan O'Reily lives another two months or another twenty years means dick to me.

McManus: Leo, ball's in your court.

Glynn: Give him the lumpectomy. Next item.

(In the visiting room.)

Shannon: If you die, what're we gonna do about your brother?

(At the prisoners' entrance.)

Cyril: Hey, bro.

Ryan: Hey, Cyril, come here. Hey, what's the matter? Why're you so tense?

Cyril: I'm not tense.

Ryan: Yes, you are. Your body's all stiff and shit.

Cyril: Well, the gates and the guards.

Ryan: Yeah.

Cyril: This place is scary.

Ryan: Yeah, you got that right.

Cyril: Why do you live here?

Ryan: 'Cause I was bad, remember?

Cyril: Oh, yeah.

Ryan: And that's why you're not bad anymore, right?

Cyril: Right. When are you coming home?

Ryan: Not for a while yet. I'm a little bit sick. I gotta have an operation.

Cyril: No. No operations.

Ryan: Cyril.

Cyril: No operations. Mama died in an operation. Mama died in a hospital.

Ryan: No, Cyril. Stop it. Look, I'm gonna be fine. OK? But if I'm not, you know, Shannon, she's gotta live her own life. So if she tells you to move out of the house...

Cyril: I like my apartment!

Ryan: I know you do. But, look, you may have to go live with other people who are more like you. So if Shannon tells you that you gotta go, I don't want you to cry and I don't want you to give Shannon a hard time. You got me? 'Cause you gotta step up and you gotta be a man, Cyril. OK. Time to be a man.

(Ryan is taken to the hospital for his surgery.)

Shannon: Are you Dr. Nathan?

Nathan: No, no, I'm Dr. Nathan.

Shannon: Look, I know he's just a criminal to you, but he's my fucking husband, understand? Now, I asked around and this operation is the cheapest thing that you can do. My husband's life ain't cheap. You make sure that Ryan's ok. You better make sure.

(In the operating room. Flashbacks from past episodes are shown.)

Ryan: Hey.

Nathan: Hey. You ready?

Ryan: Sure. Let's fucking do this.

Nathan: Dr. Powell is scrubbing up.

Ryan: I been lying here thinking my life's in the hands of a complete stranger.

Nathan: Well, she's the best.

Ryan: I feel better knowing you're around. My guardian angel.

Nathan: Please.

Ryan: No, seriously. I can't figure out why the fuck you care, but I'm glad you do. Nobody's ever done shit for me my whole life. So I'm not very good at saying thanks. I owe you. Big time.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Now, you'd think a doctor or two would be on the top of the list of the greatest person of the millennium. I mean, doctors do research, discover diseases. But no one's gonna see Dr. Epstein-Barr, Dr. Norman-Barre, Dr. Down, and Dr. Alzheimer on any list. 'Cause for all their hard work, hearing their names fills us with dread. Their names make us sick.

(In the Hole.)

McManus: You're being transferred from Em City to unit B.

Schillinger: I'll miss you.

McManus: Hey, I didn't bribe a CO to kill Beecher. You did.

Glynn: The district attorney's office has decided to charge you with conspiracy to commit murder. The hearing's in two weeks. You want me to arrange for a public defender?

Schillinger: Yeah, yeah, I'd really like to have some bleeding heart pleading my case. I'll get my own fucking lawyer.

McManus: Well, if I were you, I'd trade up on the last one.

(In the visiting room.)

Schillinger: You fucking cocksucker!

Lawyer: You asked my advice, I gave you my advice. You call me a fucking cocksucker.

Schillinger: I don't want your advice. I want you to make this conspiracy to commit murder charge disappear.

Lawyer: I'm a lawyer, not the Amazing Kreskin. The state's case is firm. The guard you bribed is testifying against you. Call me crazy, but I think a law officer has more credibility than you.

Schillinger: How much time am I looking at?

Lawyer: Ten more years.

Schillinger: Ten... All right, so I'll plead out.

Lawyer: I'm not even sure the DA would be willing to make a deal.

Schillinger: What about Wittlesey? I saw her murder Ross.

Lawyer: I've informed the authorities and demanded an investigation but frankly, that horse won't hunt.

Schillinger: What about my sons? Any word on them?

Lawyer: No. But, you know, they'll turn up.

Schillinger: Yeah, floating in a fucking river. If they're out there somewhere, they're doing crystal meth, for Christ's sake. Will you please find my boys?

Lawyer: You got it.

(In the mailroom.)

Beecher: Hey. Sister Peter Marie needs this Fed Exed, Saturday delivery. Hey, Vern! They let you out of the hole already? You're mad at me, aren't you? Sure, you're mad. And I understand why. I fucked up your chances for parole, you're facing ten more years in Oz, all because of me. Oh, man. I manipulated you like the dumbass, white trash Neanderthal you are. You know, you get to know a lot about a man while he's fucking you in the ass. (Schillinger throws a fan at him.) Oh! Getting slow there, sweetpea. Getting a little soft.

(In Gen Pop.)

Inmate: You Schillinger? (Said with a soft "g".)

Schillinger: Schillinger. (Said with a hard "g".) Yeah.

Inmate: I hear you used to run the Aryan Brotherhood.

Schillinger: Yeah.

Inmate: You let Beecher shit in your face?

(Schillinger tries to leave and the inmate and his friends beat him up.)

(In the cafeteria.)

Schillinger: The Brotherhood's falling apart. When I ran the Brotherhood, we were feared. Now we got fucking fags look tougher. Listen, you and me, Mark, we can take things back to the way they were. We can rule Oz.

Mack: Where do we start?

Schillinger: We need a road kill. Show everybody we're back in the game.

Mack: So who gets whacked first?

Schillinger: The meanest motherfucking mug we can find.

(Hill narrating, with flashbacks of Vogel's crime.)

Hill: Prisoner number 98V238, Alexander Vogel. Convicted June 1, '98, two counts murder in the second degree, theft. Sentence: 50 years. Up for parole in 30.

(In the gym. Vogel is hanging upside down, dead, naked, and with "Jew" carved on his chest.)

(In an interview room.)

Glynn: So you don't know anything about Alexander Vogel's murder? If the Aryan Brotherhood's not involved, why was "Jew" carved on his chest?

Schillinger: Maybe some gang is trying to lay the blame on us. We're not the only ones that hate Jews, you know. I mean, your people do too.

Glynn: You're involved in this, Schillinger, I know you are.

Schillinger: Yeah, well, if that's true, prove it.

Glynn: I will. Take him to his cell.

Schillinger: (Singing.) Wish I was in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten...

(In the cafeteria.)

Alvarez: Hey, nice job on Vogel.

Schillinger: Every inmate knows we did it. That's what matters.

Mack: So what happens next?

Schillinger: Next, we take care of him. (He looks at Beecher.)

Mack: We kill Beecher?

Schillinger: Yeah. But first we make him suffer. Suffer long and hard.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Maybe the greatest man of the millennium was a woman. Princess Di, Mother Teresa, Catherine the Great, Madame Curie, Marilyn Monroe. Say what you want about her, yo. Made her little slice of the millennium a shitload more interesting.

(In Em City. The inmates are watching TV.)

Reporter: Shirley Bellinger, who was convicted for the murder of her four year old daughter, was sentenced to death today, the first woman in this state to be executed since 1841. She will receive a lethal injection next month at Oswald State Penitentiary. Bellinger's lawyer has already filed an appeal in federal court and will hold a press conference tomorrow. Speaking from the capital, Governor Devlin said he supports the sentence and would not consider a stay of execution if petitioned.

(On Death Row.)

Bellinger: How comfy.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Yo, imagine being remembered for a thousand years. The things you did when you was alive reaching across time and touching the lives of people not yet born. That's a dream. That's why people write books, start religions, find cures, run for President. But me? I don't wanna be a great man. I don't care if I'm remembered for the next thousand years. All I ask is, if we pass on the street, notice me.