Animal Farm
Written By: Tom Fontana
Directed By: Mary Harron
Original Airdate: August 24, 1998
Transcribed: March 21, 2000. Last Revised: May 17, 2000.

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(Hill narrating.)

Hill: It's called the Butterfly Effect. A butterfly starts flapping its wings in China and over the course of time that little movement of air becomes a hurricane in Texas. One day you got a butterfly dancing on a flower, the next you have pianos stuck in trees. Little butterfly, he didn't know any better. He was just out looking for food, for love, for some kind of satisfaction.

(In Em City.)

CO: Count!

Beecher: Oh, fuck.

Wittlesey: Let's go, Beecher.

Beecher: I'm not feeling well.

Wittlesey: Place smells like a gin mill. So do you. You been drinking?

Beecher: No.

Wittlesey: Yep, you been drinking. Let's go.

(In Sister Pete's office.)

McManus: Where'd you get the moonshine?

Beecher: I don't know, man.

McManus: You don't know? It just magically appeared in your cell?

Beecher: Yeah.

McManus: Who brought it in? Fairies? Or was it Keller? Because if it was Keller, I'll leave him in the Hole for a month.

Beecher: It wasn't Keller. It was me.

McManus: Then who sold you the moonshine?

Beecher: Some guy in Unit B.

McManus: What's his name?

Beecher: I don't know.

McManus: Maybe you need some time in the Hole.

Sister Pete: Tim, I'd like to talk to him alone for just a moment.

McManus: Sure, you deal with him. (He leaves.)

Beecher: I know, Sister, I know. I was doing so well.

Sister Pete: You've also been under a lot of pressure recently. Your wife dying, you falling in love. You told me, remember? Who is it? Keller? He's in the Hole and you miss him, right? I'm gonna send you to the hospital ward, get you some aspirin, let you sleep it off this one time. Listen, you drink again and I will kick your ass.

(In the hospital.)

Schillinger: Mail call! Hey, Beech-ball. Yeah, I heard you went on a little bender. You're upset about your wife killing herself, huh? Would it make you feel any better if I told you she didn't commit suicide, that I had her killed?

Beecher: You're lying.

Schillinger: Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.

Beecher: She wrote me a note telling me her reasons.

Schillinger: She would've written anything, she would've done anything with that gun pointed to her head.

Beecher: Bullshit.

Schillinger: I guess you'll never know for sure. Best part is, either way, it's your fucking fault.

Nathan: Hey! What's going on over there?

Schillinger: Nothing. Later, fuckwad.

Beecher: Can I get some water?

(In Em City.)

Coushaine: Hey, O'Reily.

Ryan: Yeah?

Coushaine: I heard your brother came into Oz yesterday.

Ryan: Yeah.

Coushaine: You seen him yet?

Ryan: No.

Coushaine: You know what unit he's in?

Ryan: No.

Coushaine: You want me to find out?

Ryan: Why are you so suddenly interested in me and my family, Coushaine?

Coushaine: I don't know. You're both brothers, both inmates in the same prison. It's just kinda...

Ryan: What? You trying to convert us? Give Cyril and me a family discount? Hmm? Fuck you.

Coushaine: I just...

Ryan: Move away.

(In Unit B.)

Schillinger: Hey. You're Cyril O'Reily, right?

Cyril: Can I have my ball back?

Schillinger: You look like your brother.

Cyril: Can I have my ball back?

Schillinger: I know Ryan from Emerald City.

Cyril: Emerald City? What's that?

Schillinger: You wanna see Em City? You wanna see your brother?

Cyril: Uh-huh.

Schillinger: Come with me. (He takes Cyril into a storage room where the other Aryans wait.)

Cyril: Where's Ryan?

Schillinger: Well, Cyril, the way things work in Oz is this: before I take you to your brother, you have to do soimething for me.

Cyril: OK. What?

Schillinger: First, take off your clothes. C'mon. It's all right.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Supposedly, cats can see in the dark. How do we know for sure? And if you could be given cat's eyes even for one night, would you really wanna see what's going on?

(In the cafeteria.)

Ryan: Cyril. Cyril, hey. Hey. (He hugs Cyril.)

Mineo: Hey, knock it off!

Ryan: He's my brother.

Mineo: Looks more like your sister. Knock it off.

Ryan: So, where'd they put you? Which unit you in?

Cyril: I dunno. Umm...

Ryan: With him?

Schillinger: Don't worry. I gave him the royal welcome.

Ryan: You better not fucking touch him. You got that, motherfucker? I want you to stay away from that Nazi fuck. You understand me? Cyril?

Cyril: I think I did a bad thing.

Ryan: Oh, fuck. Listen to me. I'm gonna get you transferred out of Unit B. Now, I don't know how long that's gonna take me so in the meantime... Hit me.

Cyril: What?

Ryan: Hit me.

Cyril: Ryan...

Ryan: Just fucking hit me.

Cyril: Stop.

Ryan: C'mon. (Cyril hits him.)

Mineo: You just bought a ticket to the Hole.

Cyril: Ryan! Ryan!

Ryan: Go with him!

Cyril: Ryan! Ryan! I want to be with you, Ryan! Ryan!

(In McManus' office.)

Ryan: McManus, I want you to transfer my brother to Em City.

McManus: Your brother. The one who killed Gloria Nathan's husband? The one who we just put in Ad Seg for punching you? Gimme a break.

Ryan: You leave Cyril where he is and Schillinger will suck his bones dry.

McManus: Well, Schillinger's gonna suck anyway so why should your brother be the one that's spared?

Ryan: He's slow. Cyril had an accident last year and he got slow. He doesn't understand what's going on here. He can't protect himself.

McManus: Sad, but too bad.

Ryan: Hey, I'll do anything you ask me to. Anything.

McManus: A deal?

Ryan: Yeah.

McManus: OK, I want you to rat on somebody.

Ryan: Who?

McManus: Yourself. I want you to confess you told Cyril to murder Preston Nathan.

Ryan: I didn't.

McManus: Oh, you did.

Ryan: If I say yes, I'm looking at another decade added on to my sentence.

McManus: Probably.

Ryan: No way.

McManus: Well, then your brother stays in Vern Schillinger's ever-loving arms.

Ryan: McManus, don't you fucking play me out!

McManus: Hey! You got something to say, say it. I'm a busy man.

Ryan: Fuck you, McManus. Fucking cocksucker.

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

Reporter: A federal court today upheld a new state law that requires sex offenders released from prison to register with local police. Victims rights groups are calling the decision a total victory because the law permits neighbors to be notified if a sex offender moves into the community.

Coushaine: They can't do that. It's Orwellian.

Wangler: Or-who-lian?

Coushaine: If a man pays his debt to society, if he redeems himself, he deserves a chance at a normal life when he gets out.

Wangler: Perverts aren't normal. I mean, if one moves next door to me, I'd wanna know about it.

Coushaine: You?

Wangler: Yeah.

Coushaine: You're a convicted murderer.

Wangler: So?

Coushaine: So what if it's murderers next? What if when you get out you have to register with your community, tell everybody you did time for murder?

Hill: Why stop there? Register bigots, fat ladies, fuck, people who talk in movie theaters. I hate those people.

Wangler: You know what they should tell you, they should register like some sex-crazed nympho with real big titties when she moves onto your block. That's what they should tell you.

Hill: Yeah, they should give you her phone number and her address.

Wangler: Word.

Hill: Betcha wouldn't mind that.

Coushaine: Thanks for the stimulating conversation, guys. You guys are like goats. You know, you have to bring everything down to the level of a goat. Titties, humping.

Hill and Wangler: Sex offender.

(In another unit.)

D'Agnasti: Sippel, follow me.

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Sippel: I am a priest. I am a pervert. I knew early on I had a vocation from God. I knew early on I had these other, these other tremblings. I acted on the first but never on the second. Never. I'd done nothing but good works my whole life, yet I never saw God until I saw that boy. Fourteen years old, his body so perfect, so pure, so angelic. I had to touch it.

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

Hill: Prisoner number 88S510, Robert Sippel. Convicted March 10, '88, sexual abuse in the second degree. Sentence: 15 years. Up for parole in 10.

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Sippel: I fondled him for a moment, just a moment. He didn't yell. He didn't cry. He didn't tell a soul. I confessed. I want to be saved. I want to do good. I want Jesus to forgive me.

Sister Pete: He has, Robert. But you need to forgive yourself. You've done your time. Tomorrow you'll be out in the world, able to start a new life.

Sippel: A new life. What kind of life would that be?

(In Glynn's office.)

Sister Pete: And Sippel gets out tomorrow morning without a job, without a place to live, and no support. I called a friend at the diocese to see if there was a bed available anywhere and he laughed.

Glynn: Can you blame him? The church paid off a million dollar lawsuit to Sippel's victim.

Sister Pete: Ray, I want you to call your buddy the Cardinal and get him to help Sippel.

Mukada: Uh, no.

Sister Pete: Why not?

Mukada: It's not a favor that I'll ask.

Sister Pete: Because...

Mukada: My relationship with His Eminence is stormy at best. I can't be calling him every ten minutes asking him for a favor.

Sister Pete: And?

Mukada: And Sippel disgusts me.

Sister Pete: Ray, he made a mistake. He's repentant. He deserves absolution.

Mukada: He robbed a boy of his innocence. He's a child molester.

Sister Pete: He was.

Mukada: That child trusted his priest. He's a threat.

Sister Pete: To what? To society? To the priesthood? To you?

(In Sippel's cell.)

Sippel: Hello, Father Mukada.

Mukada: You're still reading the breviary.

Sippel: Oh, yes. Every day. Just as I was taught to do in the seminary.

Mukada: But you're not a priest anymore.

Sippel: When I was ordained, I became a priest forever. Forever. Just like you. But the church has stripped me of my powers. I'm a priest forever, but not allowed to be a priest. I'm a man forever, but now allowed to be a man. I am, yet I'm not, you see. Father, will you pray with me?

Mukada: I can't. I can't pray with you. But I will pray for you.

(In Mukada's office. He's on the phone.)

Mukada: No, sir. All I'm asking is that you give him a second chance. He knows that he can't work with kids again but the church is still a part of his life. But if you abandon him... I am aware of the victim. Yes, sir. No. Thank you, Cardinal.

(In Em City. The inmates are watching TV as Sippel is released.)

Reporter: Channel 3 News has learned that Robert Sippel, a Catholic priest convicted of sexually abusing a boy in his care, will be released today from Oswald Maximum Security Penitentiary. Sippel has spent ten years in jail for the molestation of a fourteen-year-old boy upstate. A state law requires Sippel must register as a sex offender with police and he is expected to reside in the area. Anxious residents have expressed their concerns over Sippel's plans to live in their neighborhood.

(In the chapel during Mass.)

Mukada: "This is the cup of my blood. The blood of the new and everlasting covenant. It will be shed for you and for all so that sins may be forgiven. Do this in memory of me."

(In the cafeteria.)

Hill: Hey, Schillinger.

Schillinger: What do you want?

Hill: How much would it cost to mail me out of here?

Schillinger: Mail you? What're you talking about?

Hill: I'm trying to think of ways to get out of here.

Schillinger: Escape from Oz?

Hill: Yeah. I figured, you know, you could box me up in a crate and mail me to my wife overnight express, priority mail, whatever. How much would that cost? Postage, shipping, handling, et cetera?

Schillinger: Are you serious?

Hill: Yeah.

Schillinger: Then you're nuts.

Hill: Is that a no?

Schillinger: Yeah. No. No, yeah, that's a no. Get the fuck out of here before I tip you over.

Hill: Don't worry, Vern, I ain't mad at you. Can't help it if you're ugly and stupid.

(In the kitchen. Adebisi reads a note and walks away.)

Pierce: Ain't that a.... Yo, what's with him?

Wangler: He's in love.

Pierce: Adebisi? Get the fuck outta here. With who?

Wangler: Shirley Bellinger.

Pierce: Say word. That bitch over on Death Row?

Wangler: Word. They been exchanging notes. Every meal for about a week.

Pierce: How they know each other?

Wangler: That's what's funny about it. They never even seen each other.

Ryan: Hey.

Adebisi: Go away. You got diseases.

Ryan: I'm cured, Adebisi. Cancer's not contagious.

Adebisi: That's what they say.

Ryan: Look, I want back in the kitchen.

Adebisi: No.

Ryan: Christ, haven't I always been there for you?

Adebisi: No.

Ryan: C'mon. I'm the only friend you got, pal.

Adebisi: O'Reily, you can read, right?

Ryan: Yeah. So can you.

Adebisi: Yeah, but not all the words. Like this one. What does that say?

Ryan: Brawny.

Adebisi: What does that mean, brawny?

Ryan: Lots of muscles.

Adebisi: I'm brawny?

Ryan: Yeah. Among other things. Here, let me see.

Adebisi: No.

Ryan: Let me see. Oh. Bellinger says that tomorrow is her birthday and it's her last birthday on earth. And the only thing that she really wants to do is to see your brawny body naked and suck your cock.

Adebisi: Where does it say that? Where does it say that?

Ryan: Right there. Fellatio. Cunnilingus. Girlfriend can spell.

Adebisi: I want to see her. I want to meet her.

Ryan: You want her to suck your cock. If I can arrange it, will you let me back in the kitchen?

Adebisi: O'Reily, if she sucks my cock, I'll suck yours.

Ryan: That's an appetizing thought. Pass.

Adebisi: Hey, can you do it?

Ryan: I can do it.

(In Ryan's pod.)

Ryan: All right, listen. Tomorrow, Adebisi's doing your mop duty.

Kirk: Why?

Ryan: So he can see Bellinger.

Kirk: Fuck that. Every day she shows her pussy.

Ryan: Well, you're gonna have to go without it for once. Here, take that.

(On Death Row.)

CO: Here, Shirley.

Bellinger: Thank you, Dumpling. (She opens her dinner tray to find a cupcake with a candle burning.) Well, I'll be. Simon thinks of everything.

Adebisi: Shirley, you like your cake?

Bellinger: Yes.

Adebisi: Happy birthday, baby.

Bellinger: You're Simon?

Adebisi: (He pulls down his pants.) Quickly, before the hacks come.

Bellinger: But...

Adebisi: What?

Bellinger: You're a nigger.

Adebisi: Suck my dick now.

CO: Get the fuck away from her! What the fuck are you doing? Tony, Al!

CO 2: Adebisi, move!

Adebisi: Suck my dick now. (The COs drag him away.)

(In Adebisi's pod.)

Pierce: Yo, Wangler, check this out, man. This nigger's bugging.

Wangler: Yo, man. What the fuck is up with you, man?

Adebisi: Go away.

Wangler: What the fuck? You losing your mind or something?

Adebisi: Go away!

(In Em City. Pancamo is returning.)

Wangler: Hey, Chucky, how's your head?

Pierce: That can of peaches knock your brains loose?

Pancamo: Don't worry about them. I got good news. Antonio Nappa's coming to Oz.

(In the inmate admitting area.)

Wittlesey: For those of you going to Emerald City, we got rules. Got a lot more rules than anywhere else in Oz. Your cell is your home. You are to keep it clean. You are to exercise regularly, attend classes, go to drug and alcohol counseling. Follow the rules. There is no yelling, no fighting, no fucking. OK, those of you going to Em City will each be given a sponsor. You can pair up as follows: Nappa, Pancamo. Hoyt, Burns. Vincent, Adebisi. The rest of you can follow Officer Tobin to Gen Pop.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Goldfish. They live their whole lives in thirty second intervals. Every half minute their little brain forgets what the last half minute of their life was like. In other words, when this little goldfish is happy, he thinks he's been happy his whole life since his whole life was only thirty seconds ago. And when this little goldfish is hungry, he thinks he's been hungry his whole life. And when he's dying, this little goldfish thinks he's been dying his whole life. Imagine that. Death being the only life this little goldfish will ever know. (Flashbacks of Nappa's crime.) Prisoner number 98N744, Antonio Nappa. Convicted June 4, '98, murder in the second degree. Sentence: 80 years. Up for parole in 50.

(In Glynn's office.)

Nappa: Needless to say, I was saddened by Peter Schibetta's rape. His father, Nino, and I were paisans. I'm Peter's godfather. No, his actual godfather at baptism.

Glynn: We won't tolerate revenge.

Nappa: Nor should you. All I ask is that you punish the man responsible.

McManus: We will when we find him.

Nappa: You have no suspects?

McManus: We have suspects. Problem is, we have no witnesses. Pancamo was unconscious and Schibetta is...

Nappa: Unwilling to talk.

Glynn: Right.

Nappa: May I see him?

Glynn: No.

(In a hallway.)

Burrano: I tell you, Antonio, I think that Peter's mind has snapped. He keeps talking to his father, as if Nino was still alive.

Nappa: This Adebisi that raped Peter...

Burrano: Yeah.

Nappa: We can't kill him. At least not yet. But I want him to suffer. I want to take away whatever's most important to him.

Burrano: Well, that would be heroin. He's a fiend.

Nappa: He's a user and a dealer?

Burrano: Yeah.

Nappa: Then his black ass is mine. I want you to suggest to Glynn that it's time to do a little random drug testing.

Burrano: You got it.

(In Em City.)

Burrano: (Pointing at different inmates.) You, you, you, and you. Come with me.

(In the hospital. Nathan is handing out urine sample cups.)

Sister Pete: Hill. Rebadow. Said. Adebisi. (Adebisi pulls down his pants and waves his penis at Nathan and Sister Pete.)

(In Adebisi's pod. Burrano and some COs come to get him.)

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Sister Pete: Simon, after the riot, you went into severe heroin withdrawal. I thought you kicked the habit?

Adebisi: I did.

Sister Pete: Oh, come on. These reports say you're still using. Now, I want you to come to drug counseling.

Adebisi: Rehab is bullshit. No offense.

Sister Pete: Fine. Then I'll have you tested for drug use every week and if you keep using, I'll send you to the Psych Ward. Have you ever been to the Psych Ward here, Simon? Peter Schibetta's there, along with twenty other guys who've lost all sense of reality.

Adebisi: Reality? Oz?

Sister Pete: So tell me, what world are you living in? Better yet, which world are you trying to avoid? Because drugs are all about avoidance, Simon, about not being able to accept some secrets in yourself.

Adebisi: Sister, don't send me to that loony bin. I will come to your meetings. I will stop taking drugs.

(In the cafeteria.)

Adebisi: What are you looking at, old man?

Ryan: Hey. Nappa, he engineered the drug testing to slow you down.

Adebisi: Yeah?

Ryan: Yeah.

Adebisi: Looks like I'm gonna have to kill me some dagos.

Ryan: Thatta boy.

Adebisi: Here's the plan. We go out there, grab that bitch Nappa and his guinea friends, cut their throats.

Pierce: What, now?

Adebisi: Yeah.

Wangler: It's the middle of fucking lunchtime. What are you, crazy?

Adebisi: Is there a better time?

Wangler: Yes, there's a fucking better time. Look, there's hacks all over the place. Everyone's gonna see.

Adebisi: Let them see.

Jara: Please, go back! You disgrace us all when you act like a fool.

Adebisi: Move out of my way.

Jara: We're African brothers. I know you see that.

Adebisi: Look at all this black skin around.

Jara: No, you and I are different.

Adebisi: I'm no different.

Jara: Yoruba! Who have they turned you into?

Adebisi: Who are you?

Jara: Who are you?

Mineo: Is there a problem here, Adebisi?

Jara: No problem, Officer.

Mineo: Then get back to work.

(In Em City.)

Ryan: Hey. What happened in the cafeteria with that old man?

Adebisi: Just some crazy fuck.

Ryan: You were gonna take care of Nappa?

Adebisi: Another day.

Ryan: You planning on doing anything soon?

Adebisi: Yeah, planning on lying down. Wangler, where's the CD player?

Wangler: Batteries are low. Here.

Adebisi: What's in here?

Wangler: Some hard shit my cousin sent me. Yo, what are we gonna do about Nappa, man? Adebisi? Yo? You know what? Fuck it. You slipping. And if your balls end up in a cannoli, don't say shit.

(Adebisi starts listening to the music and sees visions of himself and Jara at an African tribal ritual. He screams and starts smashing the CD player.)

Wangler: That's my motherfucking CD player!

Nappa: Do you believe in voodoo, Chucky? The power of magic?

Pancamo: No.

Nappa: I do. There's an old wives' tale in Sicily that a new bride waits until she menstruates, then she takes the blood and puts it into the first tomato sauce she makes for her husband.

Pancamo: What for?

Nappa: If he eats her blood, she can control him forever. Somebody's got Adebisi under a spell. Too bad it's not us.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Those National Geographic specials, they're popular here at Oz. All those wild beasts attacking each other, ferocious lions running down to the watering hole, brutalizing antelopes and gazelles. How come there's never a program where the animals get along, where they help each other? Is it possible for, say, a flat-billed platypus to help a green-eyed cockatoo across the street?

(In the mailroom.)

Hoyt: Now what?

Schillinger: The fun part. We read everybody's mail. Our nigger warden has a rule: every piece of mail that comes into Oz gets opened and thoroughly examined.

Hoyt: In case somebody pull a scam or something.

Schillinger: Right. If we find anything suspicious, we're supposed to pass it on to the supervising hack.

Hoyt: Do we?

Schillinger: His spot check is pretty regular, so you gotta pick your shot letting something slip through.

Hoyt: In the meantime, we know every prisoner's business.

Schillinger: Right. And like a great man said, "knowledge is power."

Hoyt: (Holds up the letter opener.) You can do some real damage with this bad boy.

(In Em City.)

Busmalis: Relax. You're suffering from PBS.

Rebadow: PBS?

Busmalis: Pre-Bunny Syndrome. It happens quite often in my line of work. You dig and dig and dig, and just before you have to make like a little bunny and go through the hole, you panic.

Rebadow: This is real? Pre-Bunny Syndrome?

Busmalis: Oh, yeah. I mean, I made the name up, but sure.

Wangler: Come on, man, what's the slow up?

Hoyt: Keep your fucking shirt on.

Rebadow: Oh.

Hill: What's the matter?

Rebadow: It's a letter from my mother.

Busmalis: You have a mother?

Rebadow: She's ninety. She says my grandson has leukemia.

Busmalis: You have a grandson?

Rebadow: My fiancee was pregnant at the time of my arrest.

Hill: Rebadow, who'd a thought about you doing the nasty? You got a kid, huh? Boy or girl?

Rebadow: Boy. Man. Alex would be 34. And he has a boy.

Hill: Who has leukemia.

Rebadow: I've never seen either one of them.

(In a conference room.)

McManus: OK, any other new business?

Hoyt: Yeah, this guy Rebadow. His grandson's got leukemia.

Hernandez: That's too bad, dude.

Hoyt: The kid's dying and his dying wish is to go to Disney World.

Hill: Mine too.

Ryan: Mickey Mouse sucks cock.

McManus: How do you know all this?

Hoyt: I work the mail, right. I read a letter from his mama. Rebadow's family doesn't have the $3,000 to send the kid to Disney World. So I'm thinking, maybe we should send him.

Mack: Who, us?

Ryan: How?

Hoyt: My bike club, we raised $10,000 once doing a run across the state for the Ronald McDonald House. You all earn money in here, working whatever job you got, same as me. So I'm thinking, instead of spending the money on shit, we can make a donation.

Wangler: Look, what the fuck do we care about Rebadow's grandson?

McManus: Hey, Kenny, if you don't care, then you don't care. But if you do, then help out. Whatever you guys raise, the COs will match. Meeting's adjourned.

(In the cafeteria.)

Hill: Look, it's not a lot, but take it.

Rebadow: Thank you, Augustus, Tobias, Busmalis.

Beecher: How much do you have?

Rebadow: With this and the money in my account, $72.

Said: $172. From the brothers.

(In Em City.)

Ryan: I thought I was gonna die. So, um... maybe your grandson, he won't die.

Rebadow: Maybe.

Ryan: But just in case. (Hands Rebadow some money.)

(Shots of Coushaine, Hernandez, the drag queens, and Schillinger handing him money.)

(In a hallway.)

Nappa: I got kids too. Mostly, they're a pain in the ass but... (He hands Rebadow some money.)

(In McManus' office.)

McManus: So how much have you raised?

Rebadow: Almost $2,000.

McManus: (Hands Rebadow an envelope.) Then this should put you over the top.

Rebadow: First thing tomorrow, I'll wire the money to my mother. I've told her it's coming and I told her I want this gift to be anonymous. I don't want my grandson to know where it came from.

McManus: You're ashamed?

Rebadow: Yes.

(In Rebadow and Busmalis' pod at night. Rebadow is crying and Busmalis goes to dig in the tunnel to give him privacy.)

(In Wangler and Adebisi's pod.)

Wangler: That's fucking what I heard. Rebadow collected like 3 G's. And that money's gone tomorrow. Know what? I'm thinking we go to Rebadow, we take the dough, and so these other fucks don't get mad, we make Rebadow swear he sent it.

Adebisi: No.

Wangler: What do you mean, no? It's $3,000.

Adebisi: I said no.

Wangler: Why?

Adebisi: 'Cause sometimes it's good to be human.

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

Hill: Prisoner number 98H432, Jazz Hoyt. Convicted August 12, '98, aggravated assault in the first degree. Sentence: 8 years. Up for parole in 4.

(In Em City.)

Hill: Yo, Alvarez.

Alvarez: Man, leave me alone.

Hill: Wait a second, man. I gotta ask you a question.

Alvarez: What?

Hill: Yo, you working bedpans, you ever see any opportunities at getting out?

Alvarez: Get out? What, you mean like escape?

Hill: Yeah, man.

Alvarez: You trying to escape, Hill?

Hill: I been exploring the possibilities.

Alvarez: Right. OK, well, hospital ward, that's like a dead end. 'Cause if there was a way out, my ass'd be like a vapor. But hey, you find a crack, you let me know, all right? 'Cause I'd be there right behind you, ok?

Hill: Yeah.

Alvarez: OK.

(In the cafeteria.)

Glynn: Welcome to Oswald Maximum Security Penitentiary. We are, of course, pleased that the state budget increased its line item for more corrections officers. Your presence here will help alleviate stress between the COs and the inmates as well as increase safety for all. Now, I myself stood where you're standing some 30 years ago. The warden back then gave us a piece of advice I'd like to pass on to you: "Be aware and beware." My own little addendum is "be fair." Again, welcome.

(In Em City.)

Hernandez: Man, I know that dude.

Guerra: The new hack?

Hernandez: Yeah, man. He was in Los Diablos.

Guerra: Diablos? You wiped the motherfuckers out.

Hernandez: Rivera was always a pussy.

Guerra: Speaking of pussies.

Alvarez: You shut the fuck up.

Hernandez: What do you want, Michael?

Alvarez: I want to have a sit-down, just him and me.

Hernandez: Yo, get out, man. You're busted. (Guerra leaves.)

Alvarez: My grandfather was in Oz for forty years, spent the last half in Solitary.

Hernandez: Yeah, I know.

Alvarez: My father's an inmate here, got his tongue cut out.

Hernandez: Yeah, I know, man. So what?

Alvarez: Yo, man, I used to run shit around here. And, you know, I got no problem with you taking over. I mean, you're El Cid. You have cojones. But, yo, ever since you came in, man, I been low, man. I get my face in the dirt every day. I just wanna know what I gotta do to get in your good graces.

Hernandez: Change your skin, man. You're too white.

Alvarez: Man, there ain't nothing I can do about that.

Hernandez: I'm not talking about your outside. I'm talking about right here, man. Too white.

Alvarez: I'm not. All right, I'll prove it. You tell me to do something.

Hernandez: See that (?) over there? Da me los ojos.

Alvarez: Are you kidding me?

Hernandez: (Repeats what he said in Spanish.)

(In the hospital.)

Alvarez: Poppa. Conglewski's shit in his bed again? I'll give you a hand. Poppa, I got a problem, and I got nobody to talk to but you. El Cid is in Oz now and the only way he's gonna let me stay in the game, he wants me to pluck out the eyes of a CO. Some new guy, Rivera. And the way I see it, if I do it, I'm dead. The hacks are gonna tear me apart. If I don't, El Cid will. Poppa, I don't know what to do. I mean, what do I do?

(In Em City.)

Wittlesey: Count! (The COs start counting numbers.)

Rivera: ...97A413....

Alvarez: Hey.

Rivera: What? What, Alvarez?

Alvarez: They say the eyes are the mirrors of the soul.

Rivera: What the fuck are you talking about?

Alvarez: Nice to see you.

Rivera: 97P468...

(In a hallway.)

Wittlesey: Hey, there you are. Do you have time to go over the statistical reports?

McManus: Not right now. I promised Coushaine I'd sit in on his reading and writing class.

Wittlesey: OK.

(In the gym.)

McManus: Hey, Leo.

Glynn: Hey.

McManus: I've been meaning to ask you, how's your daughter?

Glynn: Well, she's out of the hospital, on the road to recovery.

McManus: That's great. I'm happy for you. What about your brother?

Glynn: His trial starts in two weeks.

McManus: God gives, God takes, huh?

Glynn: Yeah.

McManus: How 'bout it? Come on, a little one-on-one.

Glynn: Nope.

McManus: Hey, Leo, I know I can't tell the truth about Ross' shooting, but I can't carry the lie around anymore either. I try. I can't.

Glynn: Then find a way to lose the lie.

(In the locker room.)

McManus: Diane... Sorry.

Wittlesey: It's all right, Tim. It's not like you haven't seen me undressed. What's up?

McManus: You're always telling me that I get lost inside my own head, that I gotta be more blunt. So I'm going to be blunt. At Schillinger's hearing, I put my hand on the Bible and I swore to God that I would tell the truth and then I lied. I lied for you and now every time I see you, I'm reminded of my lie, of the vow to God that I broke, of my sin.

Wittlesey: And?

McManus: I want you to transfer out of Em City into another unit.

(In Em City. Various conversations.)

Arif: Wittlesey's working in Unit B now.

Said: Find out why.

Hill: Think she's been selling cigarettes again?

Busmalis: I heard she had a nervous breakdown.

Rebadow: It's because of McManus.

Ryan: God, I miss those tits of hers, man.

Kirk: Me too.

Christian: What do you think?

Coushaine: Never liked the woman.

Alvarez: I wonder who the new head hack's gonna be.

Hernandez: As long as it's not him.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: People are always wondering if their pets are gonna make it to Heaven, if Jojo or Muffy are gonna pass through those pearly gates. How much you wanna bet the animals are wondering if their masters are gonna make it? Cats, dogs, parakeets, they don't spend their whole lives drowning in sin, lies, and suffering. They just wallow in the truth. Imagine that. If all we humans knew of life on earth was the Goddamn truth.

(In Em City. Beecher buys a bottle of Jack Daniels from Guerra.)

Said: Beecher, don't do this.

Beecher: Do what?

Said: Drink.

Beecher: You love to dabble in people's lives, don't you? You're so much better than us 'cause you've seen the light, you've seen the face of God. So you wave your dick around in order to save us lowly mortals. Hill, Mershah, Groves, Jefferson Keane. Fuck, you helped Jefferson Keane right into a lethal injection. But in the end... (Arif moves towards Beecher.)

Said: No, no, no.

Beecher: When all is said and done, who have you really fucking helped, other than yourself?

Said: Poet.

Beecher: Poet? I just saw on the news he killed a man. He's coming back to Oz. Little Miss Tucket, sat on a bucket, eating some peaches and cream. Then came a grasshopper and tried to stop her, but she said, "Go away or I'll scream!"

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

Hill: Prisoner number 98J448, Arnold Jackson, aka Poet. Convicted July 20, '98, murder in the second degree. Sentence: 26 years. Up for parole in 19.

(In Em City. Poet returns to applause and jeers. Said watches him arrive.)

Wangler: Can we get by, brother? Come on, man.