Secret Identities
Written by: Tom Fontana & Sunit Nayar
Directed by: Adam Bernstein
Original Airdate: August 25, 1999
Transcribed: September 12, 1999. Last revised: November 25, 1999.

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(Hill narrating, shot of Schillinger dressed up in a toga.)

Hill: Know thyself. That's what Socrates said. Or Aristotle or one of them dead white men. Know yourself. That's the hardest thing any one of us can ever do.

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Sister Pete: ...except that I felt very guilty. So that was very much a Catholic thing.

(Keller reaches over and fondles Sister Pete. She wakes up from her fantasy.)

(In Em City.)

Murphy: Hey, Keller.

Keller: Yo.

Murphy: Yeah, I got you scheduled for a 10 am session with Sister Peter Marie.

Keller: Yeah, yeah.

Murphy: It's almost 10 now.

Keller: Uh, yeah. You know something, I don't wanna go. I want to check in some gym time.

Murphy: Suit yourself. (To CO.) Take him?

(Keller spots Sister Pete waiting for him on his way to the gym and smiles.)

(In Sister Pete's office.)

Beecher: Keller gone?

Sister Pete: Never came. Second appointment he's missed. Is he ok?

Beecher: Yeah. Seems ok. We don't really talk much.

Sister Pete: When you do talk, has he ever said anything about our sessions?

Beecher: Nope. Sister Pete, are you all right?

Sister Pete: Yeah.

(In Keller's pod, Keller and Hill are talking.)

Hill: You're lying.

Keller: I swear the truth.

(Beecher enters.)

Beecher: What's going on with you and Sister Peter Marie?

Keller: Going on?

Beecher: You missed two appointments and she's a mess.

Keller: Hmm. I don't know what you're talking about.

Beecher: If you're gonna fuck with her Keller, I'm gonna fuck with you. Fucking bitch. (Beecher leaves.)

Hill: What was that about?

Keller: Eh, it's his time of the month.

(In Alvarez' pod.)

Murphy: All right, let's go.

(In Sister Pete's office, where Rivera and his wife sit waiting.)

Sister Pete: Miguel's on his way. (CO brings Alvarez in.) Hello, Miguel. Thank you, officer. Eugene and Tina Rivera, Miguel Alvarez. All right everybody. Our purpose here today is to, uh, provide an environment for discussion. Sit down, Miguel. To ask and answer questions, to share experiences. Now, a few ground rules. Allow me to lead the meeting. Refrain from interruptions. Tell the truth. No profanity. And most importantly, listen. OK. Why don't you begin, Eugene?

Rivera: I can't see you, Alvarez. I'm looking right at you and I can't see you. Can you see me?

(Alvarez nods.)

Rivera: What?

Alvarez: Yep.

Rivera: Can you see my wife?

Alvarez: Yes.

Rivera: You're a lucky man. I asked Tina to marry me cause I wanted to wake up every day for the rest of my life and see her face first thing. But instead, cause of you, I'll never see her face again. Do you know something about me which I don't? A reason I deserved this?

Alvarez: Nope.

Sister Pete: Miguel, have you thought about what this might be like for him?

Alvarez: Kind of.

Tina: Kind of?

Rivera: So why go after me, huh? Not Metzger, not Wittlesey, not (?). Or McManus or Sister Pete. Me, Alvarez. Why?

Tina: Answer him, Godammit!

Sister Pete: Tina.

Tina: No! He's asking why. Why do we have to live with this? Why do we have to argue about having a kid. We shouldn't have to argue about having a fucking kid!

Sister Pete: Tina, please, please. Sit down.

Rivera: Yeah, honey, sit.

Sister Pete: You see, Miguel, that's why Eugene and Tina are here. Tell them why it happened.

Alvarez: I can't.

Rivera: Was it the gang thing? Did you do it cause of Hernandez? You earned your cojones by blinding me?

Alvarez: It started out that way, yeah. But, uh, this place, I hate this fucking place. What it did to my grandpa, my dad, and me. I don't know you, you know. I had nothing against you. It was your uniform, bro. It was a hermano in that uniform, man.

Rivera: I want my eyes back.

Alvarez: I know. Sorry.

Rivera: You're what?

Alvarez: I'm sorry.

Rivera: No! I said, I want my eyes back. Give em back to me.

Alvarez: I can't.

Rivera: Why not? You took em.

Alvarez: Forgive me.

Tina: Fuck you.

Sister Pete: Eugene, Miguel asked you a question. Can you forgive him?

Rivera: Not today.

Sister Pete: All right. But let's leave the door open for the possibility of another meeting, ok? Eugene?

Rivera: Maybe.

(Hill narrating, shot of Beecher dressed as Superman and Clark Kent.)

Hill: Clark Kent is the secret identity of Superman. I never understood why Superman needed a secret identity. Listen, if I'm invulnerable, right, all the chicks want me, why would I disguise myself as a four-eyes wimp? The truth: Superman is schizophrenic. Mmm-hmm. Yeah, Superman's id is fucking with his superego. The man's conflicted, no doubt about it.

(In Em City, Sister Pete comes in.)

Alvarez: Hey.

Sister Pete: Hello, Chris.

Keller: Hiya, Sister.

Sister Pete: Can I talk to you?

Keller: Sure. Let's go in here. (Goes to his pod, he clears away some porn mags.) Sorry about these.

Sister Pete: You missed our last two sessions. Why?

Keller: Ever since our last time together when you got me to open up I've been afraid to come back. Afraid to expose any more of myself to you. I mean, you know, the reality is, Sister, I hate myself.

Sister Pete: All the more reason why you should have come to me.

Keller: You're probably right. Do you know what it's like to want somebody? To long for them? And I'm not talking about sex. Just, just to touch them.

Sister Pete: Yeah.

Keller: Of course you do. You're a psychologist, you're a nun. But you're a woman first. You know about desires.

(Murphy knocks on the pod.)

Murphy: Everything all right in here, Sister?

Sister Pete: I'm fine. (Murphy leaves.) I can help you, Chris.

Keller: I know you can. Talk to Beecher. Counsel him. Convince him.

Sister Pete: Tell him that you love him? And that he loves you?

Keller: Mmm-hmm.

Sister Pete: And that's what this has all been about, hasn't it? The sessions, the questions about my personal life, getting me to care. So I can help you reach Beecher.

Keller: You can do it. He trusts you.

Sister Pete: You still don't see it, do you? That's the whole problem, Chris. He trusted you. You broke his trust. Now he can't trust you again.

Keller: Yeah, but I've changed.

Sister Pete: Have you? You've manipulated me the way you did him and I don't trust you anymore.

Keller: Wait a minute Sister, wait a minute.

Sister Pete: Chris...Let go of me.

Keller: Hell hath no fury, huh, Sister?

(In Sister Pete's office, as she's looking through clippings about her husband's death).

Sister Pete: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I have lust in my heart.

(In the cafeteria.)

Mukada: You haven't acted on this lust?

Sister Pete: No. But, uh...

Mukada: You may.

Sister Pete: No.

Mukada: Then...

Sister Pete: Well, it's uh, it's opened up all of these feelings in me. Feelings I thought I had paved over years ago. And, uh, now that I'm back in touch with these feelings, well, it seems wrong to shut them off again. I owe it to my soul to be all of the things that I am, all of the parts of myself.

Mukada: And so...

Sister Pete: I've decided to leave the convent. To stop being a nun.

(In an office.)

Glynn: C'mon, help yourself out. We found the heroin on you, in your pocket. Where'd you get it?

Hernandez: Que?

Glynn: Don't fuck with me, Hernandez. I can tack on another five just for obstruction and think what I can do with the possession charge.

Hernandez: Que?

Glynn: OK. I got two more of your compadres to talk to and I'm willing to bet at least one of them values his ass over yours. Get him the fuck out of here!

(Hernandez leaves and Ricardo enters.)

Glynn: Carlo, wanna help me out?

Ricardo: Help? How?

Glynn: Oh, I know you think you're a badass like Hernandez and Guerra, but I've been watching you. You're not. Your family visits regularly. You come from a better place than those two other fucks. I can make life a lot easier for you. Where is Hernandez getting the drugs?

Ricardo: Que?

Glynn: Take him back to the hole. Till you talk, you won't see an inch of daylight. And if I find out what I need to know from anybody else, you won't see it again.

(At the front desk.)

Margarita: I'm here to see my brother, Carlo Ricardo.

Wittlesey: Ricardo. No, sorry.

Margarita: It is visiting day, isn't it?

Wittlesey: Yes, but your brother's in ad seg.

Margarita: What's that?

Wittlesey: It means he's been segregated from the rest of the prisoners. He's had all his privileges taken away, including visitation rights.

Margarita: But I have to see him

Wittlesey: Sure. Not today.

Margarita: You don't understand.

Wittlesey: If I had a nickle for every time I didn't understand, you'd be talking to an empty chair.

Margarita: Where's your superior?

Wittlesey: Miss, I'm really trying to be pleasant.

Margarita: I'm not leaving until I talk to someone in charge.

(In McManus' office.)

McManus: In Oz, see, we don't really take too well to demands.

Margarita: I have to see my brother.

McManus: Well, he got caught dealing drugs and he refuses to talk so we don't have any choice but to keep him in the hole.

Margarita: Could I see him in there?

McManus: No, you'll come back when he gets out.

Margarita: You don't understand. I am all he's got. Luis is disappearing, days at a time. Isabella, fucking baby crying. Juan is an asshole. Mami goes between the apartment and work and the hospital...

McManus: I'm sorry, but...

Margarita: I got a job in Oakland. It's good money. I have to take it to support my family. I leave tomorrow. I can't get there and right away say I gotta go home and see my brother in prison. Christ, they don't even know I have a brother in prison. I don't want him to think that I've abandoned him, that's he's dead to me. Just for one minute to tell him. Just one minute, I promise.

McManus: I'm sorry. I can't. There's just no way. But you can write him a note and I'll see that he gets it.

Margarita: This'll kill him.

(In the staff break room.)

McManus: Lopresti, I gotta split. Do me a favor and take this to Carlo Ricardo in the hole.

Lopresti: OK.

McManus: Thanks a lot. See you tomorrow.

Mineo: Lopresti, since when do you take messages to that fucking spic?

Lopresti: Yeah, fuck that. (Throws the note in the trash.)

(Shot of Ricardo in the hole crying.)

(At the front desk.)

Lenore Hughes: Hello, Roger.

Roger: Lenore.

Lenore: Long time, huh?

Roger: Is it? You look great.

Lenore: Thank you. You know, I'm just dropping Clayton off and I wanted to say hi to Leo. He was supposed to meet us down here.

Hughes: My car is still in the shop.

Lenore: Clayton's embarrassed.

Hughes: I am not, mom.

Lenore: It's all right.

Roger: It's good to see you and it's good to have Clayton here.

Lenore: Yeah. (Glynn arrives.) Oh, my. Oh, my. It's so strange being back in here.

Glynn: Yeah, I can imagine.

Lenore: You know, I told your wife this morning that I didn't think I could come in this door but...Clayton's never been happier. He loves this job.

Hughes: Mom.

Lenore: I have something for you. Found it in the attic. (Gives Glynn a picture of himself and Samuel Hughes.) You and Sammy were so young.

Glynn: Yeah, we were. Thanks, Lenore.

Lenore: Keep him there, close to your heart. And this one too, keep him safe.

Glynn: Of course. Don't you worry.

Lenore: Bye. Happy birthday, Clayton.

Glynn: Happy birthday?

(In the staff break room.)

Wittlesey: I got it.

Mukada: I can't find 'em.

Wittlesey: The, uh, drawer on the right.

Mukada: Right. Nope.

Wittlesey: Well, we can't have a birthday cake without candles.

Mukada: I'll go into town and I'll buy some.

Wittlesey: No, Hughes' shift starts in ten minutes. I got everybody meeting in the library at 12.

Mukada: You know, this is a really great idea, Diane, throwing Clayton a surprise party.

Wittlesey: Yeah, well, my heart goes out to the kid. One, because I know what it's like starting out here, everybody thinking you don't have the balls for the job. And two, his dad.

Mukada: You know, I've been checking in to that, the circumstances surrounding his dad's death.

Wittlesey: Did you find anything out?

Mukada: I talked to William Giles, who was in the cafeteria when Hughes got stabbed and... He claims, and I don't even know whether to believe him or not and if I do believe him I don't know what to do about it and if I do do something about it who knows what'll happen...

Wittlesey: Ray. You're raving.

Mukada: He says that Sam Hughes was stabbed by Leo.

Wittlesey: Leo who? DiCaprio?

Mukada: Glynn.

Wittlesey: Leo Glynn?

Mukada: Yes.

Wittlesey: Giles is delusional.

Mukada: I know. I dismiss it and then I think, well maybe. Maybe that's why the murderer was never identified. Something tells me that Leo has never told the whole truth.

Wittlesey: What about a votive candle?

Mukada: What?

Wittlesey: For the cake. Can't we steal some of those candle you use at Mass?

Mukada: Yeah, I guess. I'll get some. I'll go meet you in the library.

Wittlesey: Ray? If you seriously doubt Leo you owe it to the man to tell him.

(In the library, celebrating Hughes' birthday.)

Mukada: Hey Leo, you got a minute?

Glynn: Sure. Go with me to my office.

Mukada: OK. Look, like I told you, I'm talking to people about Sam Hughes.

Glynn: Hmm. Yes, well, what did you get, did you come up with something?

Mukada: Well, maybe. William Giles.

Glynn: That loony tunes?

Mukada: I don't think he's so much crazy as just afraid to be sane. And he claims.... Well, he says...

Glynn: What?

Mukada: He says you killed Sam Hughes. Leo, you have talked to Clayton about what happened. You have told him the truth. But if there's more to that truth, then he has a right to hear it, however hard it is for you to say.

Glynn: Godammit, Ray. I don't have to explain myself to you.

Mukada: No, you don't. But you do to Clayton. It's like a confession. It needs to be made once and only to the person who can absolve you.

Glynn: Get the fuck out of my office.

(In the library.)

Librarian: Hey, it's time to open up.

Wittlesey: Go ahead, we're almost done.

Hughes: Thanks for this, Diane.

Wittlesey: Oh, sure. Promise me when my birthday comes, we don't celebrate it.

(Ryan enters, followed by a gangster.)

Gangster: Hey, O'Reily!

Ryan: Hey, what?

Gangster: Your brother fight like a girl, man.

Ryan: Oh, yeah? You wanna go a couple rounds with him, homey?

Gangster: Bitch, I'll take you and your brother.

Ryan: You and what fucking army, motherfucker?

Hughes: Hey, knock it off!

Ryan: Hey, don't talk to me, man. Talk to the brother here.

Hughes: Sit down.

Ryan: I didn't come here to sit down.

Hughes: Sit the fuck down.

Ryan: What are you gonna do? You gonna spank me, huh?

Hughes: You got a problem, O'Reily?

Ryan: Get your fucking hands off me!

(Hughes swings his nightstick back and accidentally hits Wittlesey.)

Hughes: Fuck!

(In the cafeteria.)

Glynn: She gonna be ok?

Hughes: A few stitches, mild concussion.

Glynn: What the fuck were you thinking?

Hughes: I was trying to maintain order.

Glynn: The way I hear it, there wasn't much to maintain. I've warned you before...

Hughes: So what, you gonna fire me?

Glynn: Sit down. I wanna tell you about the day your father died. (Flashback to the day of Samuel Hughes' death as Glynn talks.) Your dad and I were both on duty. I made up my mind when I first walked into Oz I was going to treat each situation as a worst case scenario. Sam knew better and he tried to hold me back. Tried. But I was too young, too determined, too stupid. A fight erupted but I tripped or slipped on the slop on the floor. I was stunned, losing control, none of my wind left. Your dad had to get involved. You ok? OK. He fell right next to me. I didn't know what the fuck was happening. By then, other officers responded. I just held him, till he died. In my arms, at the hands of my stupidity. (Hughes walks away, flashback to Glynn comforting Hughes as a child.)

(In the locker room.)

McManus: You ok?

Wittlesey: Mmm-hmm. Yeah, I'm fine. It's just I have to go home to my daughter looking like this now.

McManus: Diane, when I heard you got hurt, I went crazy.

Wittlesey: Tim. Don't.

McManus: Don't what? Don't be honest? Look, I... I've been thinking, or feeling. I know we've been all over the place and back with this thing but maybe we can try it again. Together.

Wittlesey: If I didn't have this golfball on my head right now I would think that was more political than romantic.

McManus: What do you mean by that?

(Howell enters.)

Howell: Ahh, if it isn't the lovebirds.

(Wittlesey kisses McManus in front of Howell.)

(Hill narrating, shots of Keller in a suit and in bra and panties.)

Hill: I knew a man, worked on Wall Street, wore a bra and panties under his Brooks Brothers suit. Every day he'd sit in meetings, making harsh decisions and cold business deals, yet underneath he felt pretty. Oh so pretty.

(In Nappa's cell.)

Ginsberg: Done.

Nappa: And?

Ginsberg: And I'm telling you Mr. Nappa, and I'm not prone to hyperbole, but this may be the greatest true crime book since "In Cold Blood."

Nappa: Really. I never read that.

Ginsberg: It was chilling. This is better. We're gonna send this to that literary agent right now.

Nappa: Be careful. If any of the other wiseguys found out I wrote a book about the Mob we're dead.

Ginsberg: I'll be careful. And to celebrate, I want to make dinner. And I think we should get dressed to the nines.

Nappa: Well, I...

Ginsberg: Oh, come on. Please.

Nappa: We'll see. We'll see.

(Ginsberg leaves.)

Ginsberg: Officer, I'm not feeling very well. Would it be possible for me to go to the ER?

(In the ER, Ginsberg hands the manuscript to someone else.)

(In Pancamo's pod, the manuscript is delivered to Pancamo.)

Pancamo: (Handing over a carton of cigarettes.) Give it to him. Yo, your friend's gonna take care of that other matter for me, right?

(Delivery guy nods and leaves.)

Pancamo: Fucking rat. (Crushes the disk with the manuscript.)

(In Nappa's cell.)

Ginsberg: (In full drag.) Did I overdress?

Nappa: Oh, Jesus.

Ginsberg: Tada!

Nappa: You know, you look a lot like my ex-wife.

Ginsberg: Thanks.

Nappa: That's not a compliment.

Ginsberg: Sit. Pour this.

Nappa: Wine.

Ginsberg: You're not the only one who can move merchandise.

Nappa: There you go.

Ginsberg: To your book, to your life, and the successful completion of both.

Nappa: I ain't dead yet.

Ginsberg: No, you're not.

Nappa: Pretty good.

(In Pancamo's pod.)

Pancamo: In his day, Antonio Nappa was a great man. He was like a father to me. Well, more like an uncle.

CO: Lights out!

(In Nappa's cell, he's lying asleep on his bunk.)

Ginsberg: Mr. Nappa?

(Ginsberg take a pillow and smothers him.)

(Hill narrating, shots of Adebisi and Wangler dressed up as Batman/Bruce Wayne and Robin/Dick Grayson.)

Hill: Good citizens of Gotham City have to be the dumbest fucks on the planet. They got Batman and Robin saving their asses from the Riddler and Joker and such. They also got millionaire Bruce Wayne and his ward Dick Grayson in the headlines every day. Batman and Robin. Bruce and Dick. Now you mean to tell me nobody ever put two and two together.

(In Em City.)

Adebisi: I wanna see the warden.

Murphy: What for?

Adebisi: My business.

Murphy: Adebisi, you oughtta know by now that your business is my business.

Adebisi: I wanna file a complaint.

Murphy: About?

Adebisi: Tim McManus.

(In Glynn's office.)

Glynn: You're accusing McManus of sexual harrassment?

Adebisi: That's right.

Glynn: What'd he do to you?

Adebisi: Not me. Kenny Wangler. Yesterday he touched Kenny's penis.

Glynn: Officer! Bring Wangler in. (Wangler comes in.) Sit down. This is a very serious charge. And if I find out you're lying...

Wangler: I, I ain't lying.

Glynn: The burden of truth is on you.

Wangler: Look, it ain't like I ain't had to deal with guys in here groping on me. I just been all fucked up lately, sad about my life and whatnot. McManus puts his arm around my shoulder like a friend, only it's not like a friend. I was gonna just blow it off but Adebisi was like don't. He says what goes on with us prisoners is one thing but what goes on with McManus is something else.

(In a hallway.)

McManus: He said what?

Glynn: That you fondled him.

McManus: That is complete horseshit. I tried to comfort him. Leo, you're not taking any of this seriously, are you?

Glynn: Claire Howell, accusing you of sexual harrassment. But, she's full of shit too.

McManus: Yeah.

Glynn: I'd like to know, when it stops. When it stops being everybody else's problem.

McManus: You make it sound like I'm a sex addict.

Glynn: Maybe you are. Since the day you came to Oz I've watched you jump in and out of beds. I held my tongue, even though I thought what you were doing was pretty disgusting.

McManus: Wangler's lying.

Glynn: Probably. But then again, maybe there are other inmates who never stepped forward. You know what, I don't know. And I don't know how to find out. But if this is true, you're finished here.

(In the visiting room.)

Adebisi: Rico?

Reporter: Yes.

Adebisi: I'm a big fan of your news program. Very hard hitting.

Reporter: Thank you. You said on the phone that you have a story for me?

Adebisi: Yes. It's all about sex.

(Shots of Glynn, Wangler, and Claire talking to the reporter.)

(In McManus' office.)

Reporter: Mr. McManus? Can we get a comment from you about this sexual harrassment charge?

McManus: Get out of my office!

(In Em City.)

Reporter: In an exclusive, Channel Two news learned that Tim McManus, the unit manager at Oswald Correctional Facility, has been repeatedly accused of sexually harrassing both inmates and correctional officers.

(In the staff break room.)

Reporter: McManus was initially accused of harrassing a female officer, Claire Howell. State's attorney has confirmed that the Howell case was settled out of court.

(Wittlesey changes the channel to Miss Sally's Schoolyard.)

Howell: Oh, boy, Miss Sally. Do you think her boobs are real?

(In McManus' office.)

Murphy: They're taking Wangler to Gen Pop now. Call your lawyer?

McManus: Yep.

Murphy: And she said?

McManus: Be patient. Go about your life. Act normal. Acting normal is what got me into trouble in the first place.

Murphy: It's gonna be all right, man.

McManus: Yeah.

(In Bellinger's cell.)

McManus: Hello, I'm Tim McManus.

Bellinger: Yes, hello. I really appreciate your coming, taking time out of what I know is a busy, busy schedule.

McManus: To tell you the truth, I'm very curious as to why you asked me here.

Bellinger: Please, be seated. Would you like some tea?

McManus: No.

Bellinger: May I call you Tim?

McManus: Sure.

Bellinger: Well, Tim, in the past few weeks I've suffered a series of stunning blows. Richie Hanlon's murder...

McManus: Yeah, we're still investigating.

Bellinger: And yesterday, my new lawyer, who is court appointed and who I do not like at all, told me that the state supreme court rejected my final appeal. Next Thursday is the date set for the execution. It's the first time I've said that word out loud. The execution. My execution. Well, the warden informed me I may choose the means in which I will die and I was hoping you might help me pick one out.

McManus: Me?

Bellinger: Richie always spoke so highly of you. Said you were a good man.

McManus: Did he?

Bellinger: If you were going to die, which way would you choose?

McManus: Well, um, uh.... I, I'm not sure. Uh, they say that lethal injection is the least painful.

Bellinger: Oh, pain's definitely part of the consideration.

McManus: I'd say the only consideration.

Bellinger: No. The style in which I die must have a sort of lyricism, if you will. Some significance.

McManus: Ah. There's the gas chamber.

Bellinger: They say the gas turns your skin green.

McManus: Well, how 'bout a hanging? When you die, your feet do a little dance, a little dance of death.

Bellinger: Richie was right about you. A hanging, that's perfect. I want to go out of this life dancing. Thank you, kind sir. You know, Richie had a little crush on you.

McManus: Did he?

Bellinger: Uh-huh. And I can see why.

McManus: Officer!

Bellinger: You mustn't despair over this sexual harrassment thing.

McManus: You know about that?

Bellinger: Even on death row, rumor lives.

(In a conference room.)

Glynn: Next item, puncture resistant vests. Diane?

Wittlesey: Well, we all know that attacks on COs are on the rise.

Murphy: One every hour, ten thousand a year.

Wittlesey: These vests, they're similar to the Kevlar ones worn by the cops on the street except these are shank proof as well as being bullet proof.

Glynn: They also cost $400 apiece. We don't have that kind of money in the budget.

(McManus enters.)

McManus: You ready for this? Gloria Nathan just examined Shirley Bellinger. She's pregnant.

(In Bellinger's cell.)

Bellinger: Holy fuck.

(In the computer room.)

Ryan: Cyril, could you please settle the fuck down?

Cyril: I'm boxing.

Ryan: Yeah, I know.

Hill: O'Reily. Oh, yo, slow down.

Ryan: Cyril, Cyril! Isn't it about time for Miss Sally's Schoolyard?

Cyril: No.

Ryan: Cyril, go outside and wait, all right? Cyril, please!

Hill: Hey, O'Reily.

Ryan: Yo.

Hill: Who you betting on in today's fight, Khan or the faggot?

Ryan: Neither. I'm sitting this one out.

Rebadow: You've been on the winner every match so far. How come you decide to sit this one out?

Ryan: Cause whoever wins today's fight has to fight my brother next week for the championship. I don't want to bring on a jinx.

Busmalis: Never took you for superstitious.

Ryan: Hey, I'm a man of logic, I'm a man of planning. I consider every detail, I factor in every possibility. Then I flip a coin.

Busmalis: OK, if you were gonna bet, who would you bet on?

Ryan: All right. Khan, he's got the power and discipline.

Busmalis: So you're saying the Muslim?

Ryan: Cramer's got the speed and the style.

Hill: So you're saying the faggot?

(Ryan flips a coin, hears a commotion and runs out.)

Ryan: Yo, Cyril! Cyril! (Sees Cyril fighting with Hoyt.) Cut it out, man! Hey, hey!

(Murphy comes running.)

Murphy: Hey, hey! Knock it off!

Hoyt: Fucking fruitcake.

Ryan: Cyril, stop it!

Cyril: What? I'm boxing.

Ryan: Sorry about that, Officer Murphy. Ever since he beat Pancamo my brother's been a little frisky.

Murphy: You, save your fists for the ring, all right?

Cyril: Yes, sir.

Murphy: Watch your brother, O'Reily. OK? You don't want him disqualified from the championship because he ended up in the hole.

Ryan: What the fuck were you thinking, huh?

Cyril: When I fight, people cheer, right?

Ryan: Yeah?

Cyril: Well, I like when they cheer. I'm not scared anymore.

Ryan: That's good, Cyril, but you don't have to fight all the time.

Cyril: I don't?

Ryan: No, you don't.

Cyril: But Ryan, you do.

(In a classroom.)

Harif: The man you're boxing today represents all that's repulsive to our faith regarding sexual desire. Your victory over Jason Cramer will be a victory for purity. For righteousness. For Allah.

Adebisi: Hello boys.

Khan: Go away, Adebisi. We're in the middle of our study group.

Adebisi: How do you know I don't want to learn about Islam?

Khan: Be serious.

Adebisi: Plenty of things have happened. Beecher and Said.

Khan: Adebisi, get to your point.

Adebisi: My point is, we all share the same skin. They don't. Don't beat Kramer because he likes boys, beat him because he's white.

(In Cramer's cell.)

Schillinger: Hey.

Cramer: What do you want, Schillinger? (Said with a soft "g".)

Schillinger: Schillinger. (Said with a hard "g".) What I want is for you to focus on something other than your dick.

Cramer: You know, all this time we've been in unit B together, you've never given two shits about me. Now that I'm boxing that Muslim, you're my best pal. Must have been kind of hard deciding who to root for, huh? Let's see: the fag or the nigger? But then again, you know a lot more about what it's like having your cock sucked then having an afro.

Schillinger: You better watch your mouth, Tinkerbell. Or Khan's gonna win by default.

(In the gym during the boxing match, lots of shouts and calls. after several rounds there is no clear winner.)

Murphy: All right, all right, all right! From the judges scorecard we have from judge one, 30/29, Khan. Judge two has it, 29/28, Cramer. And judge three, judge three has it, 30/29, the winner by split decision, Hamid Khan.

(Hill narrating, shots of various characters.)

Hill: People live their whole lives thinking they know who they are. Husband, mother, son, lawyer, doctor, pizza delivery boy, Baptist, Jew, Muslim, Italian, Irish, WASP, Black, White, Yellow, male, female. Then something comes along and blows all those illusions to shit and you're left with the truth. The lonely, terrifying truth.

(In Em City at night, shots of Beecher and Said praying as Keller watches.)

(In Em City, Adebisi approaches Beecher and Said's pod.)

Adebisi: Beecher, you are Said's bodyguard.

Beecher: Well, sort of. Not really.

Adebisi: I want to see him.

(Beecher knocks and Said nods for Adebisi to come in.)

Adebisi: Up and down. Life in Oz. First I was king, then I was loony, now I am king again.

Said: Congratulations.

Adebisi: You and me, we come at the world from different paths. But there's something about you I've always admired.

Said: And me, you.

Adebisi: You are alone. But it doesn't have to be that way. Join me.

Said: I am very honored.

Adebisi: But you refuse. They will kill you, you know.

Said: Probably.

Adebisi: Beecher can't protect you.

Said: Probably not. But I am ready to take whatever journey Allah has chosen for me.

(In the cafeteria.)

Schillinger: We could never hurt Said because he always had Goddamned bodyguards. Now we get to kill him and Beecher.

(Keller sits down by Said and Beecher.)

Keller: Can I sit here?

Beecher: No.

Keller: Well, that's kinda stupid. You need firepower.

Beecher: No.

Keller: Fuck you both. (He leaves.)

Said: Beecher, you came to me wanting to learn how to get closer to God because of your part in the death of Andrew Schillinger. The guilt you carry can only be lightened by forgiveness.

Beecher: I want to be forgiven.

Said: So you must forgive Schillinger and Keller.

Beecher: I can't.

Said: Beecher, you must.

Beecher: What about you? Don't you have to forgive Hamid Khan?

(In Em City.)

Said: You'd better stay here.

Beecher: Peace be unto you.

(Said approaches the Muslims.)

Said: A'salaam aleikuum, my brothers.

Khan: Let him in. So what do you want, black man?

Said: Oh, Kahn, five years ago I was a very different man. Selfish, ambitious, manipulative, arrogant. One day I'm in Mecca and the words of the prophet, praise be his name, filled me with the grace and the glory of Allah. I wanted nothing more than to show others the visions I had seen, the possibilities. I studied and became a teacher, a leader but despite all my righteous intentions, I was still selfish, ambitious, manipulative, and even more arrogant. What's happened over the past few months has humbled me. I have been humbled. But not by you. By God. Stripped of everything else, I have nothing left but Allah. And that is more than enough. Peace be unto you, my brother.

(Said comes down the stares, strips off his shirt, and prostrates himself on the floor in religious submission.)

Said: In the name of Allah, the most magnificant and merciful, I have witnessed that there is but one God. Allah, I confess my faults. Guide me to the right path. My prayers, my life, my death, are all for Allah.

(In the computer room.)

Keller: Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!

Beecher: That's not how you do it. (Fixes Keller's computer problem.)

Keller: Ohhh, fuck. Hey, uh, I loved Said's floor show out there.

Beecher: I wanna talk to you.

Keller: All right. What?

Beecher: Said has helped me see things a lot more clearly, Chris. And, uh...

Keller: Chris? Chris.

Beecher: I forgive you. And I ask that you forgive me.

(Keller hugs Beecher.)

Keller: I love you.

Beecher: I love you.

Keller: Kiss me.

Beecher: (Pulls away.) A'salaam aleikuum.

(In the gym.)

Ryan: Faster. C'mon. Stop fucking around. This is important. Faster, Cyril, faster.

Keller: O'Reily, c'mere.

Ryan: I'm busy. Faster, Cyril.

Keller: There's money in the air.

Ryan: Keep working.

Keller: I want you to help me kill Said.

Ryan: Said? He's nobody anymore.

Keller: Even so I gotta think of a way to bring him down.

Ryan: Without Beecher suspecting, right, Keller? You don't got to do nothing. Rumor has it the Aryans are gonna whack Said.

Keller: You know when?

Ryan: I'd say right now.

(Beecher approaches Schillinger.)

Beecher: I know you're gonna think this is bullshit, but I feel badly about my part in Andy's death. I'm so sorry. Losing a kid, there's nothing worse. And I wanna make it up to you.

Schillinger: How? How the fuck can you ever make that up to me?

Beecher: You have another son, you don't know where he is. Through the private investigators at my old law office I could find him.

Schillinger: And that's supposed to even the score? To make everything ok between us?

Beecher: It's a start.

Schillinger: Beecher, you're crazier than I thought. There's only one thing that's gonna make this all ok. You dead!

(Schillinger tries to stab Beecher, a fight breaks out among the Aryans and Muslims in the gym, Schillinger stabs Beecher, Keller comes to his rescue and stabs Schillinger, the CO's rush in and break up the fight.)

Murphy: Lockdown!

(Hill narrating as Keller, Said, and Khan are thrown in the hole, Beecher and Schillinger are taken to the hospital, McManus sits in his office, Em City is in lockdown, and a CO cleans up the blood in the gym.)

Hill: People are defined by three things. Their heads, how they think. Their hearts, what they feel. Their dicks, who they fuck. At the end of the day, each of us has to answer one question. One, not so simple question. Who am I? Who am I?