Napoleon's Boney Parts
Written By: Tom Fontana
Directed By: Matt Dillon
Original Airdate: July 21, 1999
Transcribed: September 20, 1999. Revised: November 24, 1999.

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(Hill narrating)

Hill: Napoleon Bonaparte. A poor Italian boy who grew up to be the emperor of the French, and almost the whole world. Well, maybe grew up is a wrong way to say it, since he was never taller than 5'2". But, you don't have to be a big man to make a big difference.

(In Em City. Various conversations.)

Ricardo: I'm telling you, Metzger's dead.

Guerra: What happened?

Ricardo: Someone cut his throat.

Said: Who?

Arif: Nobody knows.

Said: Well, then you find out.

Rebadow: Glad Metzger's dead.

Busmalis: He beat me for no reason.

Hill: We may be glad the fucker's gone till somebody worse takes his place.

(In McManus' office.)

McManus: Leo, you know the relationship between the unit manager and the CO supervisor has to be one of mutual respect and trust.

Glynn: Yes.

McManus: So I don't want to promote someone who's already working here. Someone who already has their loyalties, their prejudices. I wanna bring in a CO from the outside.

Glynn: You know a guy?

McManus: Yes, Sean Murphy. We grew up together. He's been working the last eight years at Attica. I trust him with my life, Leo.

Glynn: In this job you'll have to.

McManus: So is that a yes?

Glynn: Do I ever say no to you?

McManus: Well, good. Because he's already on his way.

(In the cafeteria.)

Schillinger: I don't get these fucking hacks. One of their own gets off and it's like no big deal. No lockdown, no inquiry, no memorial service.

Robson: Maybe they knew Metzger was with us.

Schillinger: We gotta start an investigation of our own.

(Schillinger gets up, Busmalis knocks into him.)

Schillinger: Hey, watch your step, asshole. (Spits in Busmalis' food.)

Busmalis: You spit in my food.

Schillinger: Yeah, no shit. Now sit down here and eat it. Here we go. Mmmmm. (Forces Busmalis to eat the food.)

(In the laundry room.)

Cyril: Ryan, come on. We're late making breakfast.

Ryan: I told you, we're not working in the kitchen this morning, all right. I have to go see my lawyer.

Cyril: I'm hungry. I gotta... I can go myself.

Ryan: No, you can't.

Cyril: I'm hungry!

Ryan: Would you quit sweating me, Cyril?

Irish Guy: C'mon, O'Reily, I need some tits.

(In the cafeteria.)

Robson: Cyril. Hey, Cyril!

Cyril: Hello.

Robson: Jim Robson, remember me?

Cyril: No.

Robson: I was in unit B when you first came into Oz. I'm buddies with Vern. Hey, uh, first time since then I seen you without your brother.

Cyril: Ryan's coming.

Robson: He's no fun. But you and me, we could have some fun. Why don't ya gimme some of that sweet pussy I been hearing about, huh?

(Cyril swings at Robson.)

CO: Knock it off, knock it off!

Robson: He hit first!

CO: Get him to the hole!

(In a stairwell.)

Ryan: Hey, Gloria. I just met with my lawyer. Because I confessed to having Cyril kill your husband, the DA agreed to only add on 40 years to my sentence. Life plus 40 fucking years, Gloria! All for you.

(In Em City.)

Ryan: Cyril! Cyril!

(Shot of Cyril being put in the hole.)

Cyril: I wanna see my brother. I wanna see my brother!

(In Em City.)

Murphy: Tim, when you called me up about working here I was...

McManus: Apprehensive?

Murphy: Oz doesn't exactly have the best reputation these days.

McManus: Yeah, Sean, but that's why I want you here. I think you and me together could turn this place around.

Ryan: Hey, McManus! You gotta get my brother out of the hole, man.

McManus: He hit another inmate.

Ryan: Oh, come on, you know what that's about. These Nazi fucks, they taunt him. Cyril wouldn't provoke a fight and you know it.

McManus: OK.

Ryan: This is fucking bullshit!

McManus: I said OK. I'll look into it. Now get lost. Jesus Christ.

Murphy: Who's that?

McManus: Ryan O'Reily.

Murphy: Good Irish mug.

McManus: Oh, I don't know about good, but... You know, I actually saw that little brouhaha and it got me thinking. At Attica you organized a boxing program, right?

Murphy: Yeah.

McManus: Maybe we could try something like that here?

Murphy: Great. All we need is time, gloves, and a good insurance policy.

(In McManus' office.)

McManus: Each group, the Muslims, the Irish, the Italians, whatever, will promote one boxer. And then we'll have a series of elimination rounds until there are two finalists and then we'll have the big championship bout.

Mukada: Organized violence?

McManus: It's worked in other prisons, Ray.

Sister Pete: No, he's right. Whether it's rodeo or baseball, sporting events focus the inmates' aggression in a very positive way.

Glynn: It's not their aggression I'm concerned about. It's the gambling. You start something like this, the bet's gonna be all over.

McManus: It's already all over the place, Leo. These guys bet on everything from the Superbowl to Tic-Tac-fucking-Toe. I mean, it's not like drugs. It's not hurting anyone. Leo?

Glynn: Well, let's see if the Commissioner signs off.

(In the conference room.)

Pancamo: You know, I've done some boxing before.

Hill: Yeah, me too.

Ryan: Yeah, what, the special Olympics? My brother Cyril was a Golden Gloves champ.

Wangler: There gonna be a purse?

McManus: No.

Wangler: What's the point?

Said: For the greater glory of your tribe.

(Shots in the gym of inmates in various groups training: Cyril, Pancamo, Robson, Wangler, Ricardo, Khan, etc.)

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Napoleon once said that men are more easily governed by their vices than their virtues. He also said, there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous. Napoleon must have known Tim McManus.

(In Em City.)

Wangler: Yo, McManus.

McManus: Coyle, got your new work assignment. Barber shop.

Wangler: What's up with that, McManus? Snake work in the kitchen with me.

McManus: Gee, Kenny, I thought I was still running this unit.

Wangler: I told you to stop calling me Kenny. My name is Bricks.

McManus: Bricks. Right.

Coyle: This is Nappa's doing.

Wangler: Think so?

Coyle: I'm sure. Dago's got a hair across his wrinkly ass for me.

(In the kitchen.)

Wangler: Nappa! Yo, Nappa. Yo, Nappa, Italiano. Nappa!

Pancamo: It's Mr. Nappa.

Wangler: Why you take Snake out the kitchen?

Nappa: Wasn't me. McManus had his own plans for the boy.

Wangler: Get him to change his mind.

Nappa: There are some things not even I am capable of.

Wangler: Get the fuck outta here, that's bullshit.

Nappa: OK. I don't like him, I don't trust your little pal Coyle.

Wangler: I do.

Nappa: Well, then the two of you can cuddle in the privacy of your cell but he's not working in my cafeteria. Are we clear on that, Bricks?

Pancamo: Now get to work.

(In the barbershop.)

Barber: So your father was a barber, huh?

Coyle: Hmm? Oh, yeah. I cut my teeth watching him cut hair.

Barber: Good. I could use some real help around here. You know, the guys they send me don't know the difference between a Princeton and a bowl cut. How's that?

Hill: Nice.

Barber: Yeah? Good. Anything else?

Hill: Wouldn't mind a shave.

Barber: Well, I wouldn't mind a blow job from Neve Campbell.

Coyle: Yo, I'll shave him. I need the practice.

Barber: Suit yourself, chief. I'm going up to the roof and have a smoke.

Coyle: White folks, man, they're so dumb. Daddy wasn't no Goddamn barber. You paralyzed, right?

Hill: Uh-huh.

Coyle: (Kicks Hill's wheelchair.) I don't want you running away on me. Ooo, sharp.

Hill: Hey, Coyle.

Coyle: Call me Snake.

Hill: I changed my mind, man.

Coyle: What? Ain't nothing like a clean shave, a close shave. Ah, ah, ah, don't squirm, you gonna make me nick your neck. So what you in here for, Augustus?

Hill: Murder. I killed a cop.

Coyle: Sweet. But I got you beat. See, I whacked a whole family. Mama, daddy, two little sweet adorable kids. Sweet old grams.

Hill: What'd this family do to you?

Coyle: Not a thing.

Hill: Then why you kill 'em?

Coyle: For fun.

Hill: How you kill 'em?

Coyle: Take a guess.

Hill: You slit their throats. Why you fucking with me, man?

Coyle: I ain't fucking with you.

Hill: You up in Oz for armed robbery.

Coyle: That I am. See, I never got caught for the murders. And never will.

Hill: Gimme my wheelchair, man.

Coyle: Yes, sir. Yessuh, massa. We aim to please.

(Shot of Hill in the computer room, looking up news stories about Coyle's murders.)

(In Em City.)

Hill: Hey, you clowns remember a couple months back, family named Chinchimitto getting slaughtered?

Rebadow: Yes, as I recall the murders were particularly brutal.

Busmalis: They never found the killer.

Hill: I think I have.

Rebadow: Who?

Hill: Never mind who. He told me he did it, the fuck.

Beecher: You know the family?

Hill: No.

Beecher: Then why you so bent out of shape?

Hill: Listen, I ain't no saint, not even close. I killed somebody. I did one wrong thing, taking a life, and I'm doing time for it, you know. This fuck has got no remorse. He took those lives for pure pleasure. He had no reason to kill, and he's getting away with it.

Busmalis: Kids today. There's no honor, no ethics, no values.

Rebadow: That's cause no one's willing to stop the erosion. No one has a vested interest in justice anymore.

Hill: Those two kids, one was only 18 months old.

CO: Lunch!

(In the library.)

Hill: I got conflicting codes here. Number one, I'm not a rat. OK, and two, I keep thinking about those kids, not having a chance at a life. If those were my kids, I'd want somebody to speak for them.

Said: Then you have to be sure. And are you? Are you sure that he murdered them?

Hill: Yeah!

Said: Look, I haven't spent that much time with Coyle. He doesn't strike me as a man that's honest. As a poser, as a braggart, yes. As a man that's trying to get credit he hasn't earned. Just like Jiggy Walker, do you remember him?

Hill: Then I should what?

Said: Talk to him. Get him to tell you the full story.

Hill: And if I think he's telling the truth?

Said: That's when it gets hard. You have to convince him to confess.

(Flashbacks of Coyle murdering the family as he describes the deed to Hill and Wangler in Em City.)

Coyle: I'm fucking the wife, right, her throat gurgling for air, the baby over here crying in the crib. So I gots to pull out the bitch, blood everywhere. I mean all over. So I go lean into the little fucker, stabbed it right in the heart.

Wangler: Damn! You a sick motherfucker, damn!

Hill: Yo, you should turn yourself in, yo.

Coyle: Huh?

Hill: No, no, no, think about it. Think of it. Your shit'd be famous, yo. You'd be name in the paper, picture on TV. You'd be like Manson up here.

Coyle: Yeah, yeah, yeah. And I'd be moving straight to death row. No thanks, homey.

Hill: Nigger, you full of shit.

Coyle: You doubting my word, nigger?

Hill: Yo, there used to be a kid up here, what was his name, Jiggy Walker? Big ass talker, he came in here talking about, you know, he sold drugs to the governor, yo. The whole nine, he was lying through his gold ass teeth. Look at you.

Coyle: Yeah, you know what, fuck you, fuck this Jiggy nigger. I ain't lying.

Hill: All's I'm saying is, yo, you ain't lying, give me proof.

Coyle: I got proof.

Hill: Right.

Coyle: I got videotape.

Wangler: Get the fuck outta here.

Coyle: Man my homey Franklin, up there on (?). Man, he came with me, camera'd the whole dark deed.

Wangler: Sick motherfucker, Goddamn!

Coyle: Did I do it? Did I do it?

Wangler: Yo, that's a tape I wanna see.

Hill: Yo, me too, yo. I'd like to see that shit.

Wangler: Goddamn. Your ass need to be in here, motherfucker.

(In Glynn's office.)

Glynn: There's no deal to be made here, Hill. You get nothing out of this.

Said: He knows.

Glynn: Coyle will deny everything. His word versus yours.

Hill: There's a videotape that a friend of his has.

Glynn: Christ. I'll call the DA. What you're doing takes balls.

Hill: Yeah, well. Still hope I have mine after this is over, you know what I'm saying?

(Shots of Coyle being cuffed and removed from Em City and Hill put in protective custody.)

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Our man Napoleon conquered a lot of places, created a lot of laws that we still use today, and made his mark on history. And what does he get for it? They name a dessert after him. They named a beef after Wellington. Fucking Caeser got a salad. But Napoleon? He's on the tray with sweets, next to the creme broulee.

(In Em City and Glynn's office as inmates and staff watch the news on TV.)

Zelman: On behalf of the eight inmates that were killed and the 20 that were injured, I am filing a class-action suit against the governor, the Department of Corrections, and the Oswald Correctional Facility. We believe excessive force was used by the prison administration, violating my clients' civil rights. We are therefore looking for damages at $45 million.

Newscaster: From the state courthouse, Rick Johns for Channel 2 news.

(In a stairwell.)

Diane: The ghost of Scott Ross rears its ugly head.

McManus: Nobody knows who shot him.

Diane: Yeah, but if there's a trial they're gonna be digging up shit again. Maybe this time they're gonna find out.

McManus: Maybe the state will settle out of court.

Diane: Devlin's not gonna settle. That would be admitting his guilt.

McManus: Well, then maybe it's time to tell the truth.

Diane: Tim, if they find out I murdered Scott Ross, I go to jail.

McManus: Maybe.

Diane: Well, yeah, maybe. Maybe because of the circumstances, I got a ten year old daughter, I got a dying mother, maybe they'll only fire me. And you, for lying. Do either of us want to take that risk?

(In Em City.)

Wangler: Respect, respect.

Khan: Can you feel it?

Said: Oh, yeah.

Arif: Everyone is recharged.

CO: Dinner!

Khan: Let's go eat.

Said: Actually, I can't. I have a visitor.

Hamid: Who, the lawyer?

Said: Tricia Ross.

Arif: Again? She's already agreed to be part of the lawsuit. Why do you need to see her a second time?

Said: She has asked me for spiritual counseling.

Arif: Then send her to a priest.

Khan: Minister Said, with all due respect, Schillinger's telling everyone you're attracted to the girl. Don't you think seeing her again might get misconstrued?

Said: Then let it be misconstrued. I know my heart is pure.

(In the visiting room.)

Said: Salaam aleikuum.

Tricia: What's that mean?

Said: It's just a greeting.

Tricia: Well, I gotta tell you, ever since the announcement I've become sort of a celebrity. Yes. Everywhere I go, beauty parlor, Walmart, people I know will say they saw me on the news. I have something for you. Somewhere. I wanted you to have this. (Hands him a picture of herself.)

Said: I can't accept that.

Tricia: Oh.

Said: No, it's, in Emerald City we're not permitted to have such personal items.

Tricia: Well, maybe you could just hide it under your pillow then.

(In the cafeteria.)

Khan: (Reading from the Koran.) Tell the believing men to lower their gaze and guard their sexuality. That is pure for them. Indeed, God is aware of what they do.

Arif: Sexual desire is a powerful part of human nature. Am I right, Minister?

Said: Yes.

Arif: Such desire needs only the slightest encouragement to become ignited. Am I right?

Said: Yes.

Arif: In Islam, we believe eliminating temptation is more effective than trying to resist it.

Said: Yes.

Arif: That is why men and women who are not married, or (?), are forbidden to interact with one another or be alone together. Am I right? Am I right?

Said: Yes, Arif. You are right.

(Shot of Said burning Tricia's picture.)

(In McManus' office).

Said: We Muslims believe that appetites of the body, such as food, drink, sex, can tie us to a dependency on or preoccupation with physical desires. Therefore we fast, denying ourselves those needs, while we strengthen our spiritual nature.

McManus: Uh, if you're asking me for permission to fast, I don't care. Stop eating.

Said: It's more complex than that. According to the revelations of the Prophet, praise be on him, I am only allowed to abstain during daylight hours. At sunset, I must break my fast. I must also have a pre-dawn meal before resuming my fast the next day.

McManus: But at sunset and pre-dawn, you're in lockdown.

Said: Exactly. Which is why I need your consent to have food in my cell.

McManus: This isn't Burger King. You can't have it your way. You don't deserve special treatment.

Said: Of course.

McManus: But, I would be willing to make a trade. Drop the lawsuit.

Said: I'm not alone in the lawsuit, McManus. Not up to me.

McManus: Bullshit. You instigated this. You convinced them to sue, now tell them not to.

Said: Now, why do you care, McManus? You're not even named as a defendant.

McManus: I want to put this riot behind us.

Said: We must never allow anyone to forget those three days.

Said: I won't allow you to forget the promise you made.

McManus: I haven't.

Said: Then will you permit me to fast according to the tenets of my faith?

McManus: No.

Said: You know, to deny me my rights to practice my religion is unconstitutional.

McManus: Yeah? What're you gonna do, file another lawsuit?

Said: No. You won't permit me to fast? I will go on hunger strike.

(In the staff break room.)

Howell: You were, uh, right about Tim McManus. He's dreamy.

Wittlesey: I don't recall ever saying Tim McManus was dreamy.

Howell: We've been going out.

Wittlesey: Oh, yeah? Let me guess. First he took you to Al's Diner on Chisholm.

Howell: Yeah.

Wittlesey: He told you that his dad owned a diner up near Attica, how living outside that prison changed his life.

Howell: Yeah.

Wittlesey: Second date he cancelled, too much work. And then he took you to Ma Plune Blanche at Top of the Tower. The two of you sat watching the city all sparkle, he said he had feelings for you, and then you went back to his apartment and fucked.

Howell: Actually, we fucked after the diner.

(McManus enters.)

Wittlesey: Oooh, speak of the horny little devil.

McManus: Diane, can I talk to you? Alone?

Wittlesey: Hey sparkle, why the long face?

McManus: I, uh, I just talked to the hospital. They've been trying to reach you all day. Your mother died. I'm sorry.

Wittlesey: It's ok, she's been sick a long time. You know we've been expecting this. Oh, boy.

McManus: Is there anything I can do?

Wittlesey: I gotta go over to the hospital and start the funeral arrangements. Can you get someone to cover my shift?

McManus: It's already done.

Wittlesey: Thanks, Tim.

McManus: Can I drive you?

Wittlesey: No, I got my car. I gotta go pick up my daughter.

McManus: I can do that.

Wittlesey: No, I think she should be with me. I want to tell her.

McManus: OK.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Napoleon was a great seducer of beautiful and taller women. He once said, in war as in love, one must meet in close quarters to get things over with. There ain't no closer quarters than in Oz, baby.

(In McManus' office).

Howell: Hey.

McManus: Hi.

Howell: Hear from Diane?

McManus: Yeah, she called just a couple of minutes ago.

Howell: How she doing?

McManus: Well, how do you think? She's a mess.

Howell: Strange, given the fact her mother's been dying for what, a year? Um, well, I found a great restaurant for us. Rubiletta, it's a new Italian place?

McManus: Look, I'm gonna have to cancel. I promised Diane I'd come by the funeral home.

Howell: Oh. OK. You said it was over between you two.

McManus: It is. We're friends.

Howell: Doesn't seem that way. Today, in the lounge.

McManus: Her mother had just died.

Howell: I saw the way you were holding her. That was more than comfort. Hey, don't laugh at me!

McManus: Claire, what the fuck are we talking about here?

Howell: You and Diane! You and me!

McManus: There is no me and Diane and to be perfectly honest, there is no you and me! We went out twice!

Howell: No, we fucked twice!

McManus: So what?

Howell: You said you had feelings for me.

McManus: I did but if you're gonna turn into some cloying bitch...

Howell: (Pushes him.) Oh, I'm a fucking cloying bitch, is that it? (She attacks him as the inmates watch.)

McManus: Calm down! Stop it!

Howell: Get off me!

McManus: Are you gonna calm down?

Howell: Get off me. Let go!

McManus: You're gonna get yourself fired!

Howell: Fuck you!

(In the front lobby.)

Hughes: Yeah, can I help you?

Ricardo's father: We're here to see my son, Carlo Ricardo.

Hughes: OK. Step through to the admitting office.

(In the visiting room.)

Ricardo: Where's Mami? She doesn't still have the flu, does she?

Margarita: No, she's at choir practice. You know how Father (?) is about missing practice.

Ricardo: You're in the choir.

Isabella: I quit. I've been busy with the baby and all.

Ricardo: Y Sergio?

Luis: Uh, he's, he's working.

Ricardo's father: Sergio doesn't want to come here anymore, son.

Ricardo: And Mami?

Ricardo's father: I'm not gonna lie to you. She doesn't want to see you like this.

Ricardo: I understand.

Ricardo's father: Come on, it doesn't mean she doesn't love you.

Ricardo: I understand. Isabella, you got any pictures of the baby?

Isabella: Sure.

Ricardo's father: Que bello, huh?

(In Glynn's office.)

Glynn: So (?) says to me with the shank in his hand, "I stuck it in his head, but I didn't kill him."

Hughes: Was there ever a time you were afraid?

Glynn: One time? How about every time. Listen, just because I'm not down there on the floor anymore with you men, and women, doesn't mean I don't whisper a little prayer every time I walk through the fucking gates. Well, going home. If I miss dinner again, (?)'s gonna tan my ass.

Diane: Thanks for the drink, sir.

Glynn: Everybody travel safe.

Diane: Good night.

Glynn: Want something, Clayton?

Hughes: I should drive you home.

Glynn: You saying I had one too many?

Hughes: Two too many.

(In a hallway.)

Hughes: There's also something I want to talk to you about and since you got a buzz going, now's my best chance.

Glynn: You can't be asking for a raise, you just started for Chrissakes.

Hughes: No, the salary's fine. It's being in the lobby all day long. I didn't train to be a CO so I could sit behind a reception desk. I want to be assigned to a cell block.

Glynn: No.

Hughes: Leo, listen...

Glynn: Look, what'd I tell you when you applied for the job? I promised your father as he was dying, that I'd take care of you. I'm not letting you anywhere near the prisoners.

Hughes: Then I quit. I'll go get a job at another prison where they'll let me deal with the inmates.

Glynn: What the hell are you trying to prove? That you're as tough as your dad? Clayton, he died in here, his heart bleeding in my arms, and I'm not going through the same thing with you.

Hughes: I'm not ten years old anymore, Leo. You can't stop me.

Glynn: We'll figure this out tomorrow, ok?

Hughes: Hey, give me the keys.

Glynn: No, I can drive myself. This conversation just sobered me up.

(In Em City, a fight breaks out between Ricardo and Poet. Hughes tries to stop it but Ricardo attacks him.)

Ricardo: You ain't so bad now, motherfucker! Huh? Now who's the man, huh? Fuck you!

(The other CO's grab him.)

McManus: Take him to the hole! You ok? Go to the hospital, get yourself checked out.

Hughes: I'm ok.

McManus: What's this about?

Poet: Motherfucking spic is crazy. Mumbling some shit about his mother, man.

Hughes: What the fuck you looking at?

(Shots of Ricardo in the hole, boxing at the walls.)

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Napoleon's final defeat came at Waterloo. Must've been embarrassing. He was the fucking emperor, he conquered all of Europe, only to lose at a place with a stupid name like Waterloo. Or Watergate or Whitewater. Note to politicians: stay on land.

(In Em City, watching TV.)

Devlin: Well, Larry, ever since we reinstituted the death penalty the courts have been clogged with needless appeals by convicted murderers, trying to escape their rightful punishment. The legislature has agreed to reduce fees paid to court appointed lawyers in murder cases. And some of these lawyers who are against capital punishment have been padding their bills in order to say, you see, it's too expensive. Well, I say let them take advantage of taxpayers somewhere else.

(In Bellinger's cell.)

Lawyer: The court rejected our appeal.

Bellinger: Oh. So what's the next step?

Lawyer: Well, normally, the next step, the last step, is the State Supreme Court.

Bellinger: Well, let's do that then. What's the matter, Lawrence?

Lawyer: I'm recusing myself as your attorney.

Bellinger: What? Why? Was it something I said? Something I did?

Lawyer: Not at all. It's just that with these new lower fees the state is spending I, uh, I can't afford to work on your defense. Murder cases are complicated, they take a lot of time, and I've been neglecting the rest of my practice.

Bellinger: Well, what'll happen to me then?

Lawyer: The court will appoint you another lawyer.

Bellinger: One that won't be as good. Because the ones that will take the jobs at the lower rates are the ones that noone else will hire.

Lawyer: I'm sorry. (He leaves.)

Bellinger: Oh, my.

Hanlon: What's the matter, Shirley?

Bellinger: It just hit me for the first time. I'm gonna die.

(In the visiting room.)

Schillinger: Hi dad.

Schillinger's dad: Vern, I've got bad news.

Schillinger: It's the only kind of news you ever got.

Schillinger's dad: Andy has been arrested.

Schillinger: Christ. For what?

Schillinger's dad: I dunno. Drugs, beating up some nigger. The lawyer's trying to sort it out.

Schillinger: Which lawyer. Don't use Zanger.

Schillinger's dad: No, the court appointed lawyer.

Schillinger: What, a public defender? Hire a real fucking attorney, dad!

Schillinger's dad: I don't have the money, Vern. I talked to the PD on the phone, she sounds smart.

Schillinger: She? What's her name?

Schillinger's dad: I dunno. I think it's Goldberg.

Schillinger: Jesus fucking Christ, dad, I need you to take care of this.

Schillinger's dad: What the fuck do you think I'm doing? And I'm gonna tell you one thing, I ain't throwing good money after bad, and your two boys are bad.

Schillinger: Yeah, well, the apple doesn't fall very far.

(In protective custody.)

Glynn: You wanted to see me?

Keller: I gotta get out of this place.

Glynn: There's a reason you're in protective custody. We want you to live long enough to testify against Schillinger.

Keller: Yeah, well, if I stay in here, I'd die of boredom.

Glynn: You wanted magazines, I sent magazines.

Keller: How many times a day can a guy jerk off?

Glynn: I dunno, depends on the guy.

Keller: I gotta go back to Em City. I ain't worried about Schillinger, I'll take care of myself. I want that fuck to see I'm not punking out.

(In Em City.)

Ryan: Hey, Keller. Back so soon?

Inmate: Ain't no Miss Sally in protective custody.

(In Keller and Beecher's pod, Keller tries to touch Beecher.)

Beecher: Don't.

Keller: You realize we've only kissed once? In all these months, once. All I've been thinking about is kissing you again.

Beecher: Hey, I said don't!

Keller: I did what you asked! I rat out Schillinger and Metzger. Do you know what that means? Toby, do you know what that cost me?

Beecher: Unless this is just another scheme you and Schillinger cooked up. How am I supposed to trust you? Put myself in that position again? Be that vulnerable again?

(In the library, Schillinger comes in and sees Keller out of protective custody. Flashback to Schillinger being arrested for the attack on Beecher)

(In the store room, Keller is stacking paper. He hears a noise and turns out the lights.)

Keller: Yo! Well if you're coming motherfucker, come on and bring it! (He is attacked from behind and stabbed in the back.)

(Shot of Keller being rushed to the hospital.)

(In unit B.)

Schillinger: Yeah, Mr. Keller's got about three or four assholes now.

(In Beecher's pod, Beecher is staring at himself in the mirror and rubbing his face.)

(In McManus' office.)

McManus: You asked to be assigned in the kitchen again, now you're saying you don't want to work there?

Adebisi: There's too many bad memories, bad feelings. Nappa, Wangler, they don't trust me. I don't trust them. I don't want to fall back into my old ways.

McManus: Well, the dress factory is always looking for new workers.

Adebisi: No, if I can, I would like to work in the AIDS ward.

McManus: Wow, we don't get many volunteers for the AIDS ward.

Adebisi: In Africa, AIDS is much worse than here. I would like to learn something about the disease so maybe someday, I can help my people.

(In the AIDS ward.)

Nathan: Now, these men are in the final stages of the disease. You can't do much more than make them comfortable and treat them with dignity. Robbie Garth needs his medicine, bed seven.

Garth: Who are you?

Adebisi: Adebisi. Take this.

Garth: Yummy. I didn't come to Oz with AIDS. I caught it like the brass ring. You ever fuck anybody up the ass?

Adebisi: Yes.

Garth: You protected?

Adebisi: No. Dr. Nathan asked me to take some more blood from you.

Garth: She just took my blood a minute ago.

Adebisi: She dropped it.

(In Em City, Adebisi walks by Nappa and pricks him with the needle.)

Nappa: Ow! Adebisi, you just pinched me?

Adebisi: No, boss.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: History tells us that Napoleon was the first guy to utter, if you want something done right, do it yourself. But how can we be sure? I mean, what if old Napoleon's butcher said it to him while slicing up some salami and Napoleon, being no dummy, said, I gotta write that down?

(Alvarez in solitary, tearing his cell apart.)

(In Nathan's office.)

Sister Pete: Miguel Alvarez is showing increased signs of agitation since Dr. Garvey took him off Zoloft.

Nathan: Well, that's no surprise.

Sister Pete: And I can't say for sure but, he really looks thinner.

Nathan: I doubt that's a reaction to withdrawal.

Sister Pete: You don't suppose Dr. Garvey would change his mind and put Alvarez back on anti-depressants?

Nathan: No. He's not a doctor, he's a walking ledger. Every decison he makes is based on maintaining the HMO's profit margin. I have an interview with him in a few minutes, during which he'll decide whether or not he wants to keep me on staff.

Sister Pete: What are you saying?

Nathan: I'm saying, it may be time to go.

Nurse: Dr. Nathan, Rebadow's awake.

Nathan: Thank you.

Sister Pete: What's going on with Rebadow?

Nathan: He went into insulin shock. He's got Diabetes.

(In the hospital.)

Rebadow: Diabetes. I don't have Diabetes.

Nathan: You do now. This happens sometimes, later in life.

Rebadow: Body starts shutting down.

Nathan: You'll have to take injections regularly, go on dialysis weekly, and alter your diet.

Rebadow: Mom's fudge. My mother makes the best fudge. She sends me a batch once a month.

Nathan: Well, I guess you'll have to be satisfied with the food in the cafeteria.

(In Garvey's office.)

Garvey: Now let's see, you've worked here at Oswald almost two years. Do you like working here?

Nathan: If you're asking me whether I enjoy myself, I'd have to say no.

Garvey: Then why do you want to stay?

Nathan: Because what we do here is important. There's a real need for proper health care.

Garvey: Yeah, proper health care, not excessive. I know you don't support the privatization of the system here at Oz, but by paying Weigart a fixed rate, no matter what care the inmate requires, the state reduces its costs.

Nathan: But because Weigart gets paid the same cost, no matter was treatment we prescribe, wouldn't you limit my ability to call in specialists or to use expensive tests?

Garvey: This is no different than HMO's in the public sector.

Nathan: There is a difference. The state has laws to protect consumers against cuts in medical services. There are no such laws for inmates. Weigart has no incentive to provide quality care.

Garvey: Look, we're both doctors. I took the same oath you did.

Nathan: Then why cut Miguel Alvarez' anti-depressants?

Garvey: Because, as I told you, I consider this unnecessary care. And if you hadn't spent too much money on unnecessary care, the state wouldn't have had to bring us in.

Nathan: Alvarez is suicidal.

Garvey: Well, maybe it's all for the best.

Nathan: What?

Garvey: Well, God knows he's not doing anyone any good alive.

Nathan: Fuck you.

Garvey: This interview is over. I'm hereby giving you two weeks notice.

Nathan: Knock yourself out, asshole.

(In Mukada's office.)

Sister Pete: Ray...

Mukada: Hi.

Sister Pete: What's going on?

Mukada: Nothing.

Sister Pete: Do I look especially gullible to you today? You hide a sandwich under your vestments, which you never wear, and I'm supposed to think it's SOP?

Mukada: Pete, I can't talk about it.

Sister Pete: Oh, some confidentiality between you and a prisoner.

Mukada: I'm doing solitary.

Sister Pete: There's four Catholics currently residing in solitary. There's O'Brian, there's Vavilliqua, Hevern.... Alvarez. You're bringing food that he likes to cheer him up. No, because then there's no confidentiality problem. You're bringing food to Alvarez because, because he's not being fed. Because of what he did to Officer Rivera, the COs in solitary are trying to starve him.

Mukada: You should've been a cop.

Sister Pete: Did Alvarez tell you this? How do you know he's telling the truth?

Mukada: Why would he lie?

Sister Pete: Some prisoners, particularly in solitary, become delusional, paranoid.

Mukada: How do I find out if they're feeding him? If I ask them, and it's true, they're just gonna find another way to fuck with him.

Sister Pete: Yeah.

Mukada: I have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

(In solitary.)

Howell: What's with the dress? High holy day or something?

Mukada: Miguel. (To Howell.) Give us some privacy. Here, eat.

Alvarez: I'm not hungry.

Mukada: What do you mean you're not hungry? You said you haven't eaten in two days. Take the sandwich! Take the damn sandwich!

Alvarez: (Attacks Mukada.) I don't want the fucking sandwich!

(Howell and other COs come in, throw Mukada out, and beat Alvarez into submission.)

(In the conference room.)

Nathan: I think Keller will live.

Glynn: Well, I'll start an inquiry, try to figure out who stabbed him.

McManus: I got a guess. Schillinger.

Glynn: We need proof.

Sister Pete: Leo, excuse me. We need to do more than that. We need to deal with the ongoing violence we have here between inmates and between inmates and COs.

Nathan: Good luck.

Sister Pete: Wait a minute. What if we were to initiate a program where victims of violence, prisoner or staff, get to interact with the offender.

Mukada: Sorry I'm late.

Nathan: Interact? Sounds a little new age to me.

Sister Pete: Hear me out. The process has to be initiated by the victim. We can't force either party to participate unless they want to. If both parties agree, I will meet with them separately and talk about what they might be getting out of this eventual interaction. And only then, when they're both ready, do they actually get to meet face to face.

Nathan: And then what? Talk about their feelings?

Sister Pete: Yeah. The victim expresses his fear, his anger, whatever. And the offender gets to express his remorse or whatever. And hopefully, they can both move on.

Mukada: I think it's a great idea. I just wish that I'd thought of it.

(Shot of Alvarez in solitary, hallucinating.)

(In Glynn's office.)

Mukada: Leo, I want Sister Pete's new program to start with Eugene Rivera and Miguel Alvarez.

Glynn: Oh, really?

Mukada: She'll talk to Alvarez and then she'll contact Rivera and see if he's interested. And if he is, I want to release Miguel from solitary.

Glynn: You know, I heard about what happened today. I'd think that would be enough to convince you that Alvarez is where he belongs. Besides, the other COs wouldn't like it.

Mukada: You can override them.

Glynn: I agree with them. Alvarez blinded a fellow officer. He should rot.

Mukada: The next act of violence that he commits will be to himself. We are a heartbeat away from having no heartbeat at all.

Glynn: So be it.

Mukada: Leo, I know that you and Miguel had some rough moments, after your daughter was raped.

Glynn: He knows who did it and he won't tell.

Mukada: I thought you'd put those feelings aside.

Glynn: So did I. I guess we were both wrong.

(Hill narrating, as Alvarez prepares to hang himself in solitary.)

Hill: When Napoleon died in exile, the doctors cut off his dick. They put his dick in an ornate box and gave it to his priest. Don't ask me why. Over the years, Napoleon's dick was sold and sold again to the highest bidder. To this day, at least three people claim to own Napoleon's dick. But you see, it's not important who owns the real dick. The big question is, well, who the fuck do those other two dicks belong to?