Unnatural Disasters
Written By: Tom Fontana and Bradford Winters
Directed By: Chazz Palminteri
Original Airdate: August 4, 1999
Transcribed: October 1, 1999. Last Revised: May 17, 2000.

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(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Then the Lord said, "I have seen the affliction of my people who are in Egypt, and have heard their cries because of their taskmasters. I know their suffering and have come down to deliver them out of the hands of the Egyptians and to bring them up out of that land to a good and broad land, a land flowing with milk and honey." Yeah. God sent Moses to be the deliverer, then throws a curveball. God hardens Pharoah's heart, so Pharoah won't let the Israelites go. Moses: "Set my people free." Pharoah: "Keep 'em captive." Hey God, whose side are you on?

(In the mailroom.)

Mineo: Schillinger, congratulations.

Schillinger: For what?

Mineo: It's a boy. A bouncing baby boy. Your son arrived yesterday.

Schillinger: Which unit's he in?

Mineo: Your favorite. Emerald City.

Schillinger: I gotta see Glynn. Now.

(In Glynn's office.)

Schillinger: Beecher, Keller, and O'Reily have been waiting at the gate to fuck with me. Now McManus gives 'em my boy on a silver platter. Your daughter was attacked, right? She was beaten, raped. You know what it is to wanna to protect your own.

Glynn: And you're asking me to...?

Schillinger: Put Andy in unit B with me.

Glynn: You must really love your son, Schillinger. To come in here and ask me for a favor. Must be chewing up your insides to have to stand here in my office begging me for your son's life. Cause this is what you're doing, right? Begging?

Schillinger: Yes.

Glynn: Think of all the times I needed something from you and you just sit here with that stupid ass grin on your face singing doo-dah.

Schillinger: This is my son, Godammit.

Glynn: I thought you had two sons?

Schillinger: Yeah, I do.

Glynn: Maybe you'll be luckier with the second. (To CO.) Take him away.

(In Em City, Andy is in a corner doing drugs.)

(In the laundry room.)

Keller: Why would McManus put Schillinger's kid here, knowing the history? You think he's trying to set us up?

Ryan: Nah. McManus hates that Nazi fuck more than we do. Maybe he's looking for us to come up with the right move.

Keller: Right move, what's that? What, he wants us to whack the kid?

Ryan: No. Schillinger hates that his son does drugs. Andy-boy's been here a couple of days and he's already bought a shitload of tits off me. So what d'ya say we let Andy boy suck on the tit 'til he ODs?

Beecher: Or...

Keller: Or what?

(Andy comes in.)

Andy: O'Reily, I need some more of that good shit.

Ryan: Coming right up, buddy boy.

(In the cafeteria.)

Ryan: Yo, Vern! Nice fucking kid!

Schillinger: (Sees Andy with his face in his food.) Andrew! Andrew! Hey, Andrew! Hey!

Andy: Hey, dad.

Schillinger: You piece of shit. (To CO.) Hey, Lopresti!

Lopresti: Yeah?

Schillinger: Does this fucking prison still have a no-drug policy?

Lopresti: Yeah. (Schillinger points at Andrew.) Come with me. (Grabs Andy's arm.)

Andy: Fuck you, dad! (Jumps up on a table and starts running, trips and falls when Beecher grabs his ankle.)

(Shot of Andy being thrown in the hole.)

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Schillinger: I want my son in your rehab group.

Sister Pete: Well, that's fine, Vern. But an addict will only quit doing drugs when he decides it's time.

Schillinger: (Sees Beecher looking in.) Oughta get curtains. (He leaves and Beecher comes in.)

Beecher: Poor Vern. I heard about his son.

Sister Pete: Listen, Tobias, I'm gonna bring Andrew into the group. I hope that won't be a problem for you.

Beecher: Not at all. I'll look forward to it.

(In the rehab group.)

Sister Pete: Ah, yeah, good. Everybody, let's, uh, welcome Andrew. So Andrew, the idea here is for us to talk about ourselves, our feelings, our addictions, in the hope that we can find the cause. So why don't you tell us what you're addicted to.

Andrew: Go fuck yourself.

Keller: Hey, scumbag! This is a nun. You don't talk to her that way.

Andrew: Yeah? Fuck you too!

Keller: Fuck me? Fuck you!

Sister Pete: Wait a minute!

Beecher: Back off! (Punches Keller.) Jesus fucking Christ, what is this bullshit? C'mon, you fuck!

(Outside the showers.)

Keller: Hey, you were supposed to punch me in the stomach.

Beecher: Had to look legit. Like Mark Mack's nose, right? How's the kid?

Keller: He's there. (He points.)

(In Em City, behind a wall.)

Andy: What do you mean, no more tits?

Ryan: I gotta think of my other customers. You've been burning through my inventory like a motherfucker. Until a new shipment comes in, you're cut off. (Beecher comes up and watches the conversation.)

Andy: Well, fuck you! You ain't the only one... (He lunges at Ryan, Cyril pushes him back.)

Ryan: Whoa, whoa whoa! Hey, there's me, and there's them. And I know based on your beliefs, you ain't trafficking with anyone who ain't your color. (He and Cyril leave.)

Beecher: Hey, you ok?

Andy: Can you get me some tits, man?

Beecher: Sorry.

(In McManus' office.)

McManus: You must think I'm an idiot. You want me to move Keller out of your pod and move Andrew Schillinger in?

Beecher: You're wondering what I'm going to do to the son of the guy who double-fucked me.

McManus: It crossed my mind.

Beecher: McManus, the kid's been here how many days, I haven't hurt him although I've had plenty of opportunities. The truth is, after seeing him in group, my heart goes out to Andrew. With a fuck like Schillinger for a father you can understand why a kid would turn to drugs. God knows I've been there. I think I can help him. I want to help him.

McManus: Look, Beecher, Sister Pete says you stood up for him.

Beecher: Andrew's sharing a pod with another Aryan. Schillinger's told his pals to ignore him, so the kid's becoming more and more isolated and you don't want that. Not that I would pretend to know what you do want or why you brought him to Em City in the first place.

McManus: You must've been a pretty good lawyer. You can be fairly persuasive when you want to be.

Beecher: When it's important.

McManus: He gets hurt, it's your ass.

Beecher: Little Andrew's gonna be as safe as if he was in his mother's arms.

(In Em City, Keller is moving out of Beecher's pod and Andy is moving in.)

Andy: Hey. By the way, thanks for hitting that guy. Y'know, standing up for me.

Beecher: It's ok. I know what it's like to be on the bottom bunk. You got any tattoos?

Andy: Yeah, a couple. (Pulls his shirt over his head to show a swastika on his chest.)

(Beecher touches the tattoo.)

Beecher: Very nice.

Andy: How 'bout you?

Beecher: I got one.

Andy: Yeah, let me see.

Beecher: Someday. We don't know each other that well yet.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Plague. God plagued the mighty Pharoah for not letting the Israelites go. God smites Pharoah with the first of ten disasters. One morning, old boy Pharoah strolls down to the beach for, you know, a swim, for a tan, something. He goes down, checks it, oh! All the water in the Nile has turned to blood.

(In a hallway.)

Glynn: McManus, be in my office at noon.

McManus: What for?

Glynn: Meeting with the president of the officers' union and the state's attorney. You might wanna have your lawyer present.

McManus: Why?

Glynn: Claire Howell is suing you for sexual harrassment.

McManus: What?

Glynn: You shoulda told me when you asked me to fire her that you had been fucking her.

(In Glynn's office.)

Strauch: As head of the officers' union I want assurances that this kind of thing won't happen again. All staff members are going to have to undergo some sort of intense sensitivity training and I want Officer Claire Howell immediately reinstated in her job.

Bieder: Wait a minute, Mr. Strauch, I think we're getting ahead of ourselves. My client did not harrass Officer Howell.

Strauch: There are inmates, Ms. Bieder, who will testify to having seen him force himself on Ms. Howell in his office.

McManus: If anyone was the aggressor here, it was Claire. She came into my office, she asked me out.

Strauch: Dinner is not an invitation to sex.

McManus: I agree. We ate, we went to the parking lot to get our cars, we started kissing. Next thing, we were back at my place naked.

Glynn: The, uh, the sex was consensual?

McManus: Yes! Two, three nights later, we sleep together again. She started to assume that the relationship was a lot farther along than I did. I told her I wanted it to stop. She got pissed, threatening, that's what the inmates saw.

Strauch: Then you had her fired.

McManus: She got fired because she was incompetent, not because I didn't want to fuck her anymore!

State's Attorney: Mr. Strauch, inform Officer Howell that the state will settle this out of court. She can return to work as soon as she likes.

(In the locker room, McManus walks in.)

Howell: You say one word to me and I'll scream.

(McManus just looks at her and leaves.)

(In Em City.)

Said: I must go. I have a visitor. (Arif and Khan look at each other. Said stands up.) It's my sister.

(In the visiting room.)

Said's Sister: Goodson, I asked to see you because I received a rather troubling visit from a young woman.

Said: Tricia Ross.

Said's Sister: Yes. Then you do know her?

Said: Yes, she's a client in the lawsuit we're bringing against the state. Her brother was murdered during the riot.

Said's Sister: I see.

Said: Why did she come to see you?

Said's Sister: She said she's been trying to reach you, that you've been ignoring her.

Said: Yes, I have.

Said's Sister: Why? (Said looks away.) Thought so. She's in love with you. And you're in love with her.

Said: We've only seen each other twice.

Said's Sister: Since when does it take more than that? Goodson, when you turned your back on our faith, became a Muslim, I took it very personally, like you somehow rejected me, and Daddy.

Said: I know you did but it wasn't about that at all.

Said's Sister: The worst thing you've ever done was before that, when you were gonna marry Marilyn Crenshaw. I could never understand how you fell in love with that woman.

Said: Why don't you say what you mean? That white woman!

Said's Sister: Yes! That white woman! And here you go again. For all your talk, for all your fervor, there's still some part of you that wants to be something you are not. How many more people are you going to have to hurt before you resign yourself to the fact that you are exactly what you are!

Said: And what is that? I am black, I am a Muslim, and I am a man. And sometimes, those three things, they war with each other. I am not proud of my feelings for Tricia Ross but I am not ashamed of them either. 'Cause sweet, sweet sister, when I stop my feelings, when I shut down my emotions, then this prison, it has truly won.

(In Said's pod.)

(Arif knocks to see if Poet can enter. Said nods.)

Poet: Yo, Said, man, yo that thing you did with the hunger strike, how you beat the hacks at their own game...

Said: Yeah.

Poet: Man, I know I let you down. I know you worked hard to get me published, to get me free. I fucked up, I fucked up. But it, I'm saying man, I ain't even been writing because I wanted to punish myself but I miss it, minister. Without poetry, man, I'm half of myself.

Said: You're asking my permission to write? (Poet nods.) Then write, my brother.

Poet: You know what? I will. I will. And the very first poem that I write is gonna be dedicated to you, and how you inspire all of us.

Said: No, don't write that. You gonna write, you write for yourself. For your own soul, not because of me. I'm no better than you, you know. I'm just a punk like all the rest.

(In the visiting room.)

Tricia: I was glad you called...

Said: Shh. Let's not talk. I am done with talking.

(Said takes her hands as Poet watches.)

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Sister Pete: So you've confessed to breaking Beecher's arms and legs...

Keller: I broke his arms. Schillinger broke his legs.

Sister Pete: Oh, yeah, that's right. And then you feel less guilty, right? Cause you only broke his arms?

Keller: Nun first or shrink first?

Sister Pete: Shrink.

Keller: Ah. What made you want to crawl inside other people's heads?

Sister Pete: I thought I could help 'em.

Keller: And you do.

Sister Pete: Sometimes. Sometimes I can get a fellow to see life from a slightly different angle and then maybe, maybe he can cope a little better.

Keller: Slightly? A little? You measure everything in all these small steps.

Sister Pete: Yeah, well, you have to. There's rarely any dramatic breakthroughs. Everything is stops and starts, stutter steps.

Keller: And that frustrates you? It hurts you.

Sister Pete: Hurts me? No, no, I was trained not to take any of that personally.

Keller: That's a tough lesson to learn.

Sister Pete: Oh, yeah.

Keller: Especially here.

Sister Pete: Oh, yeah.

Keller: I mean, it's not your fault that your patients don't get better. Still, you worry. You wonder, if you're just not good enough.

(The bell rings.)

Keller: Oh! Time's up. Visiting hours. One of my ex-wives is coming to visit me.

(In a hallway outside the visiting room.)

Wangler: Goddamn! Did you see Keller's ex?

Pierce: Whoa!

(Sister Pete watches Keller embrace his ex-wife. He sees her watching and waves. She waves back.)

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Mukada: Hey, Pete. I heard you got Leo to agree to let Alvarez participate in the victim-offender program.

Sister Pete: Yeah, I'm on my way to talk to Alvarez right now.

Mukada: Oh, great. I'll come along.

Sister Pete: Hmm, Ray, I don't think that would be a good idea. I know you were there for Alvarez since he came to Oz, but in order for this to work, I need to establish a rapport with him. You know, separate from you.

Mukada: Well, I want to be involved.

Sister Pete: Yeah, I know you do. But you can't. From now on this is between Alvarez and Rivera and me.

(Flashback to Rivera with his eyes cut out.)

(In Alvarez' cell.)

Sister Pete: Miguel, I want to talk to you about officer Rivera. Would you be willing to meet with him, face to face?

Alvarez: Rivera?

Sister Pete: Yeah.

Alvarez: Me?

Sister Pete: Yeah.

Alvarez: For what?

Sister Pete: Well, so he can, uh, ask questions, express his feelings, and to give you the opportunity to take responsibility for blinding him.

Alvarez: What do you call this? I take responsibility every fucking day.

Sister Pete: No, no. Miguel, this is not remorse. This is only punishment.

Alvarez: Rivera wants to see me?

Sister Pete: Well, I can't speak to him until I know you're willing to cooperate. Will you?

Alvarez: Yeah.

Sister Pete: Oh, that's great. Good. Now, the warden has agreed to release you from solitary while you're participating in the program.

Alvarez: What's the deal? I know Glynn's not gonna let me out for free. What's he want?

Sister Pete: Uh, at some point you're gonna have to tell him who raped his daughter, Ardith.

Alvarez: Or what?

Sister Pete: Or you come back here. It's up to you. Miguel, this isn't a way out. It's a way in. Understand? OK.

(In Sister Pete's office. She's on the phone as Alvarez is put back in Em City.)

Sister Pete: Hello, is Eugene there? Oh, Tina, hi. This is, uh, Sister Peter Marie Remondo calling from Oswald. I was wondering, uh, could I come over there to see you and Eugene? Or you could come here, if you like.

(In Em City.)

Hernandez: Shit. My ding ding Alvarez. What's up, Miguelito? You look really well rested, man.

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Tina: You want us to forgive Alvarez?

Sister Pete: There is no expectation of forgiveness.

Tina: Come on, Sister. We're Catholic too. We know what you're after.

Sister Pete: I'm not here as a nun, not even as a psychologist. I'm here simply to encourage discussion, to listen, to help clarify your feelings.

Tina: Clarify? What the fuck does that mean, clarify? Clarify what?

Rivera: Tina!

Tina: No, Eugene. What do you need to clarify to that piece of shit? He gouged your eyes out. Blind forever. Forget solitary. Alvarez should be on death row, end of story. Why do you want to go through with this crap?

Rivera: Baby, you don't have to be here, but I do. And I need you to understand that.

Tina: Who says Alvarez is gonna give Eugene what he wants?

Sister Pete: If I sense a dead end, it's over. And either party can call it quits at any time.

Rivera: Know what I want? To look at him in the eye, just for a second, to have him see me. What he did, and to find out why. Why?

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Why? That's what Pharoah's asking himself. Why is there blood in the Nile? He asks his priests and his soothsayers but before they can figure it out, swarms of frogs hop out of the water and into the Egyptians' homes. Into their beds and bathtubs and mixing bowls. Pharoah says, "Enough, the Israelites can get the fuck out." "Yippie!" says Moses. And then, God hardens Pharoah's heart again. At the last minute Pharoah decides the Israelites can't leave. Suddenly, the dust of Egypt turns to gnats and flies. Imagine, your house, your office, your whole city filled with flies. Imagine the noise, all the buzzing in your head, and bug spray won't be invented for four thousand years yet.

(In the showers.)

Hernandez: (?) Fuck outta here, man. (Another inmate leaves.) Yo, did somebody cut off your tongue like your old man? Wassup, Miguel. All of a sudden you're back in Em City, and you ain't got nothing to say?

Alvarez: I did what you asked me. You ain't got nothing to say to me?

Hernandez: You wanna talk, we can talk. You can start by telling me what the fuck you're doing out of solitary.

Guerra: You sucked the warden's dick or something?

Hernandez: (?), Guerra!

Alvarez: Remondo's got me on some new program.

Hernandez: Bullshit. You gave us up.

Alvarez: I gave you up. (?)

Hernandez: Blood in, blood out, Alvarez. You made a pledge.

Alvarez: I'm in, El Cid. I'm in.

Hernandez: Good. Listen, man, Carlo Ricardo, he's boxing for us. He fucked up, he's in the hole. I hear you used to box.

Alvarez: Yeah.

Hernandez: All you gotta do is beat some fag.

Alvarez: They got me on some of these drugs, you know, to stop me from going crazy.

Hernandez: Crazy is good, bro. Crazy wins fights. Stop taking that shit, man. No good for you.

(In the gym. The boxers are working out. Cyril and Ryan watch Alvarez train.)

(In the O'Reily's pod as the lights come up in the morning.)

Ryan: Cyril, let's go. Come on, get up. First we gotta go work the kitchen, then we gotta go box.

Cyril: I don't wanna box today.

Ryan: Relax, Cyril, your next fight's not for two weeks.

Cyril: I don't wanna box anymore.

Ryan: I'm getting sick and tired of your fucking whining. Get your ass out of bed.

(In Em City.)

Hernandez: Hey, O'Reily, your brother looked good in the ring the other day, man.

Ryan: What can I say? He gives good hook. Yo, Alvarez, got your first fight today, huh, man?

Alvarez: Yeah, I fight, uh, Jason Cramer.

Ryan: The faggot? My money's on you, cuz. Speaking of money, Guerra, you bet me that Cyril would lose to Robson so pay up.

Guerra: I still can't figure out what happened.

Ryan: Robson lost, period. Cyril won, exclamation point.

Guerra: There's no way Robson got beat fair.

Ryan: You accusing me of cheating, Guerra?

Hernandez: You wanna back off, O'Reily? Nobody's accusing nobody.

Ryan: Better not, Guerra.

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

Hill: Prisoner number 98C931, Jason Cramer. Convicted September 6, '98. Murder in the first degree, kidnapping, assault with a dangerous instrument. Life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.

(In the canteen.)

Cramer: Hiya, O'Reily.

Ryan: Hey, Cramer. You all ready for your big fight?

Cramer: Feeling good.

Ryan: Looking good. 'Course, so is Miguel Alvarez. I gotta tell you, Jason, you go in the ring against Alvarez, you got balls.

Cramer: I didn't think you noticed.

Ryan: Of course, you're gonna need 'em.

Cramer: What d'ya mean?

Ryan: I overheard Hernandez talking to the other spics. They say if you lose, they're gonna gangbag Anthony.

Cramer: My Anthony?

Ryan: That's what they said.

Cramer: Those fucks better not put their paws on my little Anthony.

Ryan: Odds are 50 to 1 in Miguel's favor.

Cramer: Oh, sure. Nobody thinks a fag can defend himself. Lemme tell you something, O'Reily, there's only two things I know how to do: fight and suck.

CO: Next! (Cramer moves up the line.)

Pancamo: Nice roll, O'Reily. You know the rule. All betting goes through me.

Ryan: Yeah, sure.

Pancamo: You ain't by any chance doing some side action?

Ryan: Naw, naw, this is just some green I've been saving up, you know.

Pancamo: As a sign of good faith, maybe you outta give me a little slice.

Ryan: How little?

Pancamo: Twenty five percent.

Ryan: Here. (Hands Pancamo some of the money.)

Pancamo: You got Alvarez for the fight today, right?

Ryan: No. I'm betting on the faggot.

Pancamo: That's crazy.

Ryan: That's me.

(Shot of Cudney taking Chloral Hydrate from the cabinet in the hospital.)

(In Em City, behind a wall.)

Ryan: You got it?

Cudney: I got it.

Ryan: Cool, lemme see it.

Cudney: O'Reily, I know this is none of my business but this is the second time you've asked me to take Chloral Hydrate from the hospital ward. What are you doing with this stuff?

Ryan: Hey, you're right. It's none of your business.

(Shot of Ryan spiking Alvarez' water bottle with the Chloral Hydrate.)

(In the gym, the fight between Alvarez and Cramer. The fight is pretty evenly matched at the beginning, then Alvarez knocks Cramer down. The bell rings, Alvarez drinks the spiked water, and Cramer takes the upper hand and Alvarez is knocked down in the second round. The bell rings again, Alvarez drinks more water and Cramer wins the match after the third round by landing more punches.)

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Darkness. For three days straight, only darkness. Think of it: sitting in your house for three days. No lights, no TVs, not even a flashlight to keep the black out. Pharoah is sitting there on his throne, in the dark, wondering when it's all gonna end. All 'cause of God. Doesn't make sense, does it? Pharoah taking the blame for what God was gonna do anyway. Fuck yeah it makes sense. Pharoahs brought it on themselves and their people. 430 years the Israelites were slaves, one Pharoah after another. No one gets away with that, dead or alive.

(In Em City, the inmates are watching Miss Sally's Schoolyard.)

Cyril: Nooter and Pecky are funny.

Hill: Who?

Cyril: The puppets.

Hill: Oh, yeah, the puppets.

Ryan: I had a dream last night I just came between Miss Sally's breasts.

Busmalis: You shouldn't talk like that about Miss Sally. She's a goddess.

Wangler: Goddess? She a ho.

Ryan: What the fuck is this? (Cudney and the other Christians walk in front of the TV and block it.) Not the fucking God squad again! Sit the fuck down!

Cudney: We know why you watch this show.

Andy: Sit down, man!

Cudney: It's not for its educational value.

Pancamo: Shut the fuck up!

Cudney: Just watch out of lust.

Murphy: Sermon's over, Cudney. Move away.

Cudney: No!

Murphy: Lockdown! Lockdown!

(In the gym.McManus is hitting a punching bag.)

Glynn: Hey, champ.

McManus: Wait, don't distract me. I'm beating the shit out of Kareem Said.

Glynn: Jason Cramer beat Miguel Alvarez.

McManus: Ah.

Glynn: Tim, how's, uh, Officer Hughes making out?

McManus: You want the truth?

Glynn: Yeah.

McManus: He's just hanging on.

Glynn: What's the matter with him?

McManus: I dunno, Leo. I just don't think he has what it takes. Why?

Glynn: I was just curious.

McManus: You ask me to bring him into Em City. That's a lot more than curious, Leo.

Glynn: Clayton's dad and I were COs back when. We were like brothers, you know, looking out for each other, scheduling out shifts together. Sam died seventeen years ago. Killed in Oz.

McManus: No shit.

Glynn: Clayton is his only son.

(In Em City.)

Ryan: Yo, Alvarez, great fight, man.

Alvarez: What're you talking about? I fucking lost.

Ryan: (Counting his money from the betting.) Yeah, but I won.

Guerra: How come everybody you bet on wins?

Ryan: What can I say? I got a gift.

Wangler: Miguel, how's it feel to get your ass whipped by a faggot.

Alvarez: You better watch your fucking mouth.

Wanger: What you gonna do, hit me with your purse, motherfucker?

Hughes: That's enough, you two!

Hernandez: You made us look bad, Alvarez. Made us look like a bunch of maricones.

(Alvarez lunges at Hernandez. Hughes breaks up the fight by using a stun gun on Hernandez.)

(In a hallway.)

Glynn: How did a Goddamn stun gun make it through security?

McManus: Probably the same way the drugs get through.

Glynn: I'll find out who had his eyes closed.

McManus: Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute, Leo. What about Hughes? The guy who used the stungun? He's tangled with the Latinos, he smuggles in an illegal weapon, he zaps Hernandez for a minor infraction. The guy's outta fucking control, Leo!

Glynn: You don't understand what it's like being a CO.

McManus: Oh, come on.

Glynn: You never have and you never will. Look, Hughes fucked up and I will deal with it. Case closed.

(Glynn's office. Someone knocks.)

Glynn: Come in.

Hughes: Leo, I'm sorry. I...

Glynn: Come here. Get over here. Look at that. (Points at something on his desk.)

Hughes: What?

Glynn: Closer.

Hughes: What... (Glynn takes his head and slams it into the desk.) Fuck!

Glynn: That's how fast it was for your father to die. You think you're invincible, Clayton? Making your own set of rules?

Hughes: I needed an extra advantage to get respect.

Glynn: Respect?

Hughes: I said I was sorry! It won't happen again.

Glynn: No, it won't happen again.

Hughes: Are you gonna fire me?

Glynn: I'm transferring you to the library. Permanently.

Hughes: The library? Leo, I can't work for the...

Glynn: Go! I got work to do, like explain this wristslap to my staff.

(In the library. Hughes is on guard and Wangler and Pierce come in and pantomime using a stungun to make fun of him.)

(In death row.)

Hanlon: Morning.

Bellinger: Getting ready to go to the city for your appeal?

Hanlon: Uh-huh. I dunno, woke up today, got a good feeling.

Bellinger: Well, I hope the judge overturns your verdict. 'Course if he does, I'll never see you again. I'll miss you, Richie.

Hanlon: Yeah, but if they don't overturn the verdict... I decided I'm gonna do what you suggested. I'm gonna tell the cops that Schillinger and I killed Alexander Vogel together. At least if I have to die, he'll die too. Get some justice.

Bellinger: Good boy. Hey, I'm almost done with your sweater.

CO: OK, Hanlon, let's go.

Hanlon: Au revoir, cherie.

Bellinger: No. Goodbye, my darling.

(In Em City.)

Stanislofsky: (?). We would dress up as police officers and rob the homes of wealthy Russians. But I got caught, sent to Tulan. But fortunately I was able to bribe a magistrate and was released early, so I came to America to find a better life.

Rebadow: How did the INS let you in with a criminal record?

Stanislofsky: They didn't. I lied on the application but the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Moscow informed the FBI, followed me, wiretapped. So here I am.

Beecher: Big news, boys. Richie Hanlon's murder conviction got overturned. Some loophole in the law. He squeezed through.

Stanislofsky: Hanlon killed Alexander Vogel.

Busmalis: Yeah, you said you knew Vogel.

Stanislofsky: He was my enemy.

Busmalis: And they're setting Hanlon free?

Beecher: No, no, no. He's still got time for the original drug arrest.

Rebadow: Think they'll bring Hanlon back to Em City?

Beecher: He's on his way back now.

Stanislofsky: Well, this is cause for celebrate. I have in my cell some vodka.

Busmalis: You do? Wow, real Russian vodka?

Rebadow: How did you get it in?

Stanislofsky: (?). When life is good, it's better not to question why.

(In the showers. Hanlon comes in as Stanislofsky is shaving.)

Hanlon: Hey. Jesus, I never thought I'd be thrilled coming back to Em City. But man, oh man, I feel great. You know, you sit up there on death row, counting down the days, knowing all you got in your future is the sharp end of a lethal needle. (Stanislofsky joins him in the shower.) I'm telling you, my heart is pumping so fast I think it's gonna explode out of my chest, I am so fucking happy to be alive. I'm sorry, am I talking too much? (Stanislofsky looks at him.) What? (Stanislofsky puts his hand around his neck.) It's been a while since I did this.

(Stanislofsky leans in as if to kiss him and then slits his throat with a razor hidden in his mouth.)

Stanislofsky: I lied. Alexander Vogel was my friend.

(Hanlon bleeds to death in the shower.)

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: The last plague is the worst one. That's the one that messes up our ideas about a loving God. All the firstborn in the land of Egypt killed on one night when everyone's asleep. You the oldest child in the family? Woulda been you. No questions asked. Pharoah's son dies too. His heir, his pride and joy, sweet, innocent little boy.

(In death row, Bellinger is unraveling the sweater she was making for Hanlon.)

CO: Lights out, Shirley.

(Flashback to Nathan telling Nappa he was HIV positive.)

(In Nappa's cell.)

Nappa: Can I offer you something to drink, Father? Cappuccino?

Mukada: You have a cappucino machine?

Nappa: Trying to make the best of a worst case situation. The only upside to being in this unit is the hacks think we're already dead so they pretty much let us do as we please.

Mukada: Yeah, I'll have a capuccino, sure.

Nappa: OK, sit. You know, Father, I've always considered you nothing but a hack in black.

Mukada: Well, I know that a lot of the other inmates don't trust me but I'm trying to demonstrate that I'm more than just a stoolie for the warden.

Nappa: Well, for me it goes much deeper than that. In my neighborhood, growing up, a boy became one of four things: a doctor, a lawyer, a priest, or a businessman.

Mukada: I understand.

Nappa: And in order to become a businessman, you had to burn a saint. You know about burning a saint?

Mukada: Oh, yeah. That's when you burn a picture of a saint in order to renounce your obligation to the church, in order to prove your loyalty to the other businessmen.

Nappa: Right. (Hands Mukada the cappuccino.)

Mukada: Thank you.

Nappa: I thought it was a mistake, the tests saying I was HIV positive, so I had my own doctor check the results and it's true.

Mukada: Well, you know, being HIV today does not necessarily mean a death sentence. Many people live very...

Nappa: I've heard all the speeches, Father, so save your breath. I mean, in my business, you're always ready to die, ready for the quick shot in the back of the head. It's, uh, the slow dying that's different. It gives you time to think, you know? Time to reflect on your life. I wanna make a confession.

Mukada: A confession?

Nappa: I wanna confess to everything I've done in the course of my life. Everything, and make a good act of contrition.

Mukada: All right.

Nappa: It's been a while, can you get me started?

Mukada: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned...

Nappa: Right, right, it's like riding a bicycle. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Uh, my last confession was, uh...

(In Em City.)

Adebisi: Hey, boss, you have two seconds?

Pancamo: Yeah, sit down.

Adebisi: Years ago, Nino Schibetta taught me how to play this game. Pinocchio.

Pancamo: Pinocchio. It's pinocle, you dumb fuck.

Adebisi: We were good friends. Good buddies. He said I was more Italian than any nigger in this place.

Pancamo: Adebisi, you wanna waltz down memory lane, go dance somewhere else.

Adebisi: You and I could be partners.

Pancamo: I already got a partner. Wangler.

Adebisi: But you hate Wangler.

Nappa: I hate you too, so what the fuck does that mean? I still remember when you split my head open.

Adebisi: You were trying to kill me, because I was a strong enemy. I could be a strong ally.

Nappa: I'm listening.

Adebisi: If something were to happen to Wangler, we could be partners.

Nappa: Sure.

Adebisi: Good. Good.

(He leaves and passes by Wangler and Pierce.)

Pierce: Yo, did you see that?

Wangler: Yeah.

Pierce: We gots to whack Adebisi.

Wangler: Nappa said to chill on that.

Pierce: Fuck Nappa. Nappa's gone.

Wangler: Yeah. Word.

(In the computer room.)

Adebisi: I know you're having trouble with Wangler and his crew.

Guerra: Yeah, (?) bitch.

Hernandez: Chico, you wanna let the man talk?

Adebisi: This is simple. You help me get rid of the niggers, we take over the drug trade.

Hernandez: What about the white guys?

Adebisi: They don't care who they work with, as long as the job gets done.

Guerra: You're asking us to help get rid of your people?

Adebisi: They are not my people. I am an African.

Hernandez: OK. OK, Adebisi. Deal.

Murphy: Gentlemen, this room here is the, uh, computer room. Call me crazy, but I think when I see people in this room, they should be using computers. But you three aren't, which leads me to guess, you know, 'cause I'm such a bright fella, that you're here for a different reason. Now forgive me for being distrustful, that probably means you're up to no good. (Guerra and Hernandez get up to leave.) That's right, take a hike. Let's go. You too, Simon.

Adebisi: I am using the computer.

Murphy: Ah. Well, can I give you one little small suggestion? Turn it on.

(Adebisi turns on the computer. Hill is narrating on the screen.)

Hill: You reap what you sow. Pharoah got what he deserved. But what about Abdul the farmer who woke up with frogs on his face, his cattle dead from anthrax, his wife fucked up with (?), his only child dead, all because of a leader he didn't even get to vote for? What about all the people who reap what they don't sow? Babies born addicted to crack, four year olds molested, ethnic cleansing? What about you? Isn't there a law in the universe or something, a law about needless suffering? A law that even God can't break?

(In Em City. Schillinger is watching Beecher and Andrew play cards as he delivers mail.)

Wangler: (Schillinger hands him a letter.) That's it?

Schillinger: Yeah.

Wangler: You sure?

Schillinger: Yeah.

Wangler: Check again, yo.

Schillinger: That's all there is. Get the fuck outta here.

Pierce: Yo, what you get?

Wangler: Birthday card from my mom, yo.

Poet: Ah, Kenny, it's your birthday?

Wangler: Today.

Pierce: How old are you, nigger?

Wangler: Eighteen up in this motherfucker, yo.

Poet: Eight-fucking-teen!

Pierce: Guess that makes you a motherfucking man.

Wangler: Get the fuck out of here. I been a man a long time. Don't play me out.

Poet: Well, son, let's go lick these titties like a man.

Pierce: Yo, that sounds cool to me. Yo, Bricks, you down?

Wangler: I'll check you later. I gotta make a phone call, a'ight. I'm gonna catch up to y'all.

Poet: A'ight.

Wangler: Peace out, peace out.

(Wangler is on the phone.)

Wangler: Laura, how you doing? Yeah? How's the baby? That's good, that's good. Hey, didn't you forget something? My birthday. Nah. That's ok, it's ok, but, you know, I wrote you asking for some boots, you know, 'cause these shits just kinda hurt. I know money's tight so just do whatever you gotta do, ok. Yeah. All right, look, I gotta go, ok. Yeah. I love you too. All right, bye.

(In the visiting room.)

Wangler: Mom, seen Laura?

Wangler's mom: Not lately. She brought the baby around about three weeks ago, left him with me for the weekend.

Wangler: Yeah. Where she been going?

Wangler's mom: I don't know.

Wangler: You don't ask?

Wangler's mom: I asked. She said to visit a sick friend. Honey, I could tell by the way she said it there was no sick friend.

Wangler: Hmm. You remember Mike Taheny, right?

Wangler's mom: This is why. She is a mother, she should be home with her baby, not off gallivanting.

Wangler: Who she gallivanting with?

Wangler's mom: I've got my suspicions.

Wangler: Like who, Mom?

Wangler's mom: Ronnie Smith.

Wangler: Ronnie Smith? What the fuck? She know I don't like that motherfucker!

Wangler's mom: And I got other suspicions.

Wangler: Like? What, Mom? Ma, I know that face. Don't hold back on me.

Wangler's mom: I think he's hurting the baby. Little Jordan's got black and blue marks. She said he fell but, babies fall but not that much.

Wangler: Fuck! Fucking motherfucker! You get my son! You get him! Get him the fuck out of there and I'm gonna get that motherfucker!

(The COs drag him off.)

(In Wangler's pod.)

Wangler: I said it once before, and I'll say it again. All women is bitches! All women, bitches! The nigger's she fucking is hurting my son, my seed, my prince. What the fuck? C'mon, what kinda shit is that? What the fuck am I gonna do in here, huh? How can I help him in here?

Pierce: Yo, you and me both, we know people that can make this right. I use my people, there's no way the cops will trace it back to you.

Wangler: Make the call. Any price, I don't give a fuck. I want Ronnie Smith dead. Dead, motherfucker. Pierce, my wife too.

(At the phones. Pierce hangs up and nods to Wangler. Wangler dials a number.)

Wangler: Ma? Yeah, it's me. Look, I want you to go over to Laura's tonight and get the baby out of the house, ok? Never mind why. Just go over there and get the baby out the house tonight. You hear me? Get him out the house, Ma. All right.

(Hill narrating.)

Hill: Moses finally got the chosen people to the promised land. Things didn't really get any better. They were constantly at war with the Canaanites, the Hittites, the Jevesites. Eventually the Israelites were completely crushed by the Romans. The suffering continues, which leads me to wonder, is there too much suffering in the world? Fuck the world. Here in Oz, there's too much suffering even for a guilty man to endure.

(In the kitchen.)

Poet: Hey, yo, Bricks, you coming?

Wangler: Naw, yo, I'm gonna catch up to y'all in a minute though.

Pierce: All right.

(Wangler lights a candle on a cupcake.)

Wangler: Happy birthday to me. Happy motherfucking birthday to me. Happy birthday...

(Adebisi comes up behind him.)

Adebisi: ...to Kenny. Happy birthday to you. (He blows the candle out.)