Oz s06e07 Episode Script
Junkyard Dawgs
Junk is the stuff that was once valuable to us, but that we now have no use for.
Some junk is put away in storage in the hopes of possible reuse.
Some junk is discarded.
Either way, it's never really gone.
It's only out of sight.
Junk is still and always somewhere.
Hill's book, man, he writes good.
Make me a little jealous.
- You got any tits? - Nah, I'm all out.
Man, I ain't had a taste in so long, I feel like I'm in rehab.
Yeah, we ain't got no income.
The bookbinding business went bust.
The wops block us from slinging.
- Something will come along.
- You sure? I'm like old Billy Clinton, yo.
I live in a town called Hope.
Prisoner #03B563: Stanley Bukowski; convicted January 16, possession and distribution of illegal substances; sentence: 15 years; up for parole in 7.
Hey, new guy.
Got any tits? - No man, I ain't into the hard stuff.
- You got any weed? There ain't nearly enough weed for the need in this fucking place.
But I got a shipment coming in.
Better watch where you toke, cuz.
No no, no puffing involved.
Only eating.
I got a shitload of very green, very kind pot brownies heading this way.
Thinking of starting a little industry, if you get my drift.
Huh, well you see, Bukowski, what you need is partners, or else certain people will find out that you're stepping on their turf.
We can make the trouble stay away.
This is bullshit.
He won't get them through inspection.
He don't even know the right hacks.
Yeah, I got that all figured out, all right? The pot is totally i-o-nized, so it don't reek at all.
Not even to the mutt's nose.
The rest of the recipe I'm guarding like the Coke formula.
Suffice to say, the body buzz, oh, is kick ass.
You know what? Double fudge, too, with extra thick icing for effect.
Stanley, you a genius.
- What's up? - I like that.
Come on, man.
Mail call! - That's all? - Yeah.
Bukowski, you got a box of brownies.
Here you go, cuz.
- Enjoy.
- Thank you.
Welcome back to "Sallycize.
" We're gonna play some volleyball today, so get your balls out and make sure they're firm and round, 'cause we're gonna bounce them high.
And side and up.
That's right.
Keep your wrists stiff and stiff This is the best "Miss Sally" ever.
And stiff, jump, and stiff, jump.
Good, everybody.
Jump.
Work your arms, stiff, stiff and hard.
Yeah, hard, pump it up! Ganja brownies.
Why didn't we think of that? That punk is gonna suck off our profits.
He could hurt us, that's for sure.
That bastard needs a funeral.
Pena di morte.
There's definitely butter in there.
Of course there's butter, Kenaniah, it's a brownie.
What we're trying to do is figure out Bukowski's secret ingredient.
Man, we can guess till we green.
The only answer is get the recipe from Bukowski himself.
Yeah, yeah, then we can unload his white ass.
Look, you fucks better leave me alone or my home boys are gonna - What, they're gonna come after us? - Yeah.
Call them, go ahead.
Oh, I feel like Custer.
Come on, Custer, let's take a walk.
- He's dead? - I hear his face melted.
There goes our latest enterprise.
What you mean? We got Bukowski to spill the secret recipe, right? Nah, I called in the specifics to my Cousin Malcolm, told him to mix up a batch.
- He said the stuff is shit.
- Wait wait wait wait.
- Bukowski lied to us? - Uh-huh.
Fuck, man, you can't trust anybody these days.
Man, I say it's the wops fault.
Let's just go bust some heads, man.
Wait.
Yo, I got a plan, and it all starts with Burr.
Hey, Burr.
Yo, Burr, we want back in.
Whatever you want, telemarketing, whichever.
For starters, say that again.
This time, on your knees.
- You serious? - Bend them! Bend 'em, man.
Get down, man.
Yo, we we Shut the fuck up.
I heard you the first time.
Be there tomorrow morning ready to work them phones.
Come on, man, just come on.
See, Burr, I knew you'd fill these desks again.
Yeah, well, I finally convinced my boys to follow the straight and narrow.
Okay, we're here.
Now, you gonna tell me your big plan? Credit cards.
Every time we take a order, we steal the credit card numbers.
My Cousin Malcolm, he can sell the list for major dough.
Cyber-slinging.
- I love it.
- All right, all right.
swimming deep in the Pacific discovered two pieces of the P.
T.
109.
That's the boat JFK was commander of in World War II when it was sunk by a Japanese destroyer.
In the past they've also found the Titanic, the Hunley, and hundreds of thousands of other ships lost at sea.
Makes you wonder how much is down there.
How badly have we littered the ocean floor? The best part is sea life adapts.
They take our naval junk and make it their own, make it their home.
Rebadow, where's Stella? I need to talk to her.
Today's the day of her lumpectomy.
Oh God, yeah, I forgot.
Stella said she'd have her friend call as soon as she was out of danger.
I'm sure she'll be fine.
Yes, hello? I'd like to send some flowers.
- Any word from Stella? - No.
I thought she'd be done with the surgery by now.
Sometimes hospitals get backed up.
Hey, bookworm! Bookworm! You gonna read another book, fag? - Ignore him, Pablo.
- Fuck that.
Get back in the cell! Time for final count.
Let's go.
I still haven't heard from Stella.
Five more minutes.
It's now or the hole.
Bob, don't be worried.
Stella's indestructible.
No one's indestructible.
Funny, I got all caught up in thinking she needed me to beat the cancer, but in truth, she didn't need me.
And that hurts all the more.
Oh, thank God.
Score is love-love, everybody.
There's gonna be a lot of squatting down.
It's gonna be a lot of quick moves, thrusting Oh, good.
Time to exercise the old fantasy muscle.
Hit those balls, hit 'em! They ought to do a Miss Sally marathon and bring the schoolyard back.
Especially since Busmalis didn't learn his lesson of the day the first time.
Miss Sally says, "Don't try and marry my slutty secretary.
" They're jealous.
The two oldest guys in the joint are the only true Romeos.
Yo, Busmalis, you really gonna do it again? Getting left at the altar and all? Even if the wedding do go through, he gotta play baby daddy to a kid ain't even his.
Some might consider that an act of generosity.
I consider it an act of insanity.
The brat was conceived on what should have been your honeymoon.
That's like freakier than cloning.
Yo, the warden's not even gonna let him get a kick-off conjugal.
- Marriage ain't marriage without sex.
- That's right.
You gonna step in here, Bob? You do have some serious issues to resolve.
Great.
Well, to all you lonely, horny naysayers with no one but Rosie Palm and her five sisters to love you, I say this.
Right here, baby.
Right in my big blue balls, coming back to life 'cause I'm going to the chapel and I'm gonna get married, yeehaw! Better get your Viagra ass out.
Stop that.
She'll be here.
She's more than an hour and a half late.
Do you have any idea how little time that is to a man serving 10 years? We'll wait a little bit longer.
Agamemnon, you may want to consider the possibility that Never! She'll be here in three seconds.
One, two Two and a half.
Oh, Aggie, I'm so sorry! Please tell me that you got the message.
- What message? - I called, told some guy who answered the phone that the sitter was late.
He promised to pass it along.
Promises don't mean a whole hell of a lot in Oz.
Well mine certainly does.
Marry me! Hit it, Father! In 1957, the first satellite was sent into space.
Since then 4,186 satellites have followed.
are still up there, defunct, abandoned.
Some the size of Volkswagens.
Occasionally you hear that one of them is gonna fall out of the sky, gonna hit the Earth.
The experts say, don't worry.
Most likely it'll crash into the ocean.
Most times they're right, but, brother, I don't want to be standing around the one time they're wrong.
I asked to be placed in Em City for one purpose and one purpose only, to find someone to kill me.
Good morning.
Have you figured out a way to kill me yet? No.
Can't fuckin' concentrate with you sweating me 24/7.
Could we at least discuss a timetable? Count! Yo, I need to see McManus now.
Of all the ridiculous things that you've said and done, and there have been plenty, this is the most ridiculous.
Okay, it's crazy, I know, but look, it's true.
Idzik wants me to whack him.
Yeah, right.
You know, this is just your feeble attempt to cover your tracks.
You've been threatening to kill that man ever since he got to Oz.
I know I did, but I don't now, right? I mean, there's something about the man begging me to do the deed, I don't know, makes it so makes it so wrong.
Like I said, ridiculous.
Get the fuck out of my office.
- McManus - Now! Well? Look, Idzik, you gotta look at this thing from my perspective, okay? You're asking me to commit a criminal act, and yet you refuse to tell me why.
I killed Kareem Said.
Why isn't that reason enough for you? For me, yeah, yeah, that's but still, that don't tell me why you wanna die.
Okay.
But not here, follow me.
Light.
That's what this is all about.
That's what makes everything happen.
Not just in this room, but everywhere on the planet, in every corner of the universe, light generates life.
But that's coming to an end.
What are you talking about, how? When suns and stars explode they create new suns, new stars.
And each time, these new entities are smaller, containing less energy.
And so when they too explode, as they must, the next stars and suns are even smaller, even weaker.
Eventually all the gas, all the heat, all the light will dissipate.
The galaxies will grow cold and still.
What happens to us then? Without light we cease to exist.
We could maybe, um build a rocket ship, right? Omar, there'd be no energy to fuel the rocket to space.
Besides, there'd be nowhere to go.
There's nowhere to hide from the inevitable.
All life will stop.
Damn.
So don't you see? Everything that we do, the plans we make, the hopes we have, they're futile.
Being good at a job, which I was, building a home, which I did, raising a family which I had, none of it means anything.
Because no matter how we try, how much we strive and struggle, it'll all come to naught.
Life is a waste of time.
So that's why I'm counting on you to kill me.
You will, won't you? Look look look, I need some more time.
I need some time to think, all right? I'll give you my answer by noon, okay? Yo, Reb, you got any literature on, um the end of the world? Nebuli, neb nebuli.
Galaxies and quasars, it's awesome.
Heat.
Heat and gas.
Simple.
It's noon, and you said you'd have an answer by now.
I do.
Come here.
Come here, look.
I been doing a lot of reading about doomsday scenarios.
From the apocalypse to, uh, the Crunch Theory, um, black holes, meteorites bombarding the Earth.
It's just like you said.
You know, no matter what we do, someday, light, heat and gas will be extinguished forever.
But there's one thing, one thing you didn't mention.
It won't be a void.
You know, there won't be just nothingness.
You see, the weakest force in nature will become dominant, and that's g-r-a-v-i-t-y, - gravity.
- So? So? So? Something will still exist.
There'll still be an energy in the universe.
I mean, maybe our physical bodies won't be here, but we will still be part of that new dynamic.
Who knows? Maybe it'll be better.
I very much doubt that.
Yeah, but if there's just even just the slightest chance Are you trying to tell me that you won't kill me? I'm sorry, I can't.
Don't you understand? I'm finally onto something here.
And if I just, just keep digging, maybe I'll maybe I'll find an answer.
I'm very disappointed in you, Omar.
Well, I know, but wait, but this is Oz.
It's full of murderers.
Maybe you can convince somebody else.
No no, that's all right.
I have an alternative plan.
Count! What the hell? Murphy, get down here! Cuff him.
Holy fuck.
Jesus fucking Christ.
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure.
Like fish in the sea, we take something someone else doesn't want and repurpose it.
We go to antique stores and auction houses paying top dollar, proud to have captured the prize.
But when someone you love dies, the stupidest object, their keychain, a torn sweatshirt, suddenly becomes very special.
An icon to be venerated.
- You wanted to see me? - Yes.
Have a seat, James.
What is it? The physical you took last month.
I got the results back, your blood test.
Oh, shit.
I think you should have a seat, James.
Don't tell me.
I got AIDS? You're H.
I.
V.
positive, which does not necessarily mean you have AIDS.
Jesus Christ! The treatment available today do wonders for people fighting H.
I.
V.
Thousands of patients are leading normal lives.
Are you hearing me? Promise you won't tell anyone.
- Not anyone.
- No, of course I won't.
Files destroy the files.
I can't do that.
I can.
Lunch, little brother.
Is it Fluffernutter? Not this time, sport.
- He's doing fine.
- Yeah.
You know, he's still completely unaware that he was almost executed.
I don't know if we can get away with the charade the next time.
Cyril's gonna be fine.
He's not gonna die.
Ryan, the court didn't overturn the death sentence.
One justice ruled for a stay, and that's all.
No.
I prayed, God listened.
- He saved Cyril's life, that's it.
- Ryan.
Hey, Ma, have a little faith, all right? I will.
Look, fuck stick, I don't make the food.
All right, I just serve it.
Ryan? If you're finished, I'd like to see you.
I don't know if you're aware that I was the attending doctor for your brother's execution.
No.
Well, I agreed to be there in case Cyril needed something.
- I appreciate that.
- Then as they were strapping him in, I suddenly had this flash of my husband And the horrible way that he died at Cyril's hands, and I thought, "Good, I'm glad that I'm here to watch.
" I can appreciate that, too.
Well, I can't.
Revenge is not justice.
You know, I'm a doctor.
I heal people.
I save lives.
I shouldn't feel happy at the moment of of another person's death, anyone's.
Not even the man who killed my husband.
You know, Gloria, I've been thinking, I really need to do something to balance out all the all the shit that I've done.
And I'd really like to come work in the hospital.
Ryan.
No.
Not to be near you.
Or just to be near you.
Ever since I washed Father Meehan's body, I've I don't know.
I've spent so much time trying to stay alive here in Oz.
All my energy has been focused on my survival.
And I'm fucking good at it.
So I'm thinking maybe it's time for me to help others survive.
It's no scam.
I swear to you, on my brother's life.
I believe you.
You do? I'll request the transfer.
Thank you.
Prisoner #03P138: Seamus O'Reily; Convicted February 3, 2003, murder in the first degree; sentence: 34 years; Up for parole in 16.
- Yo.
- Dad's coming to visit? Well, not visit, exactly.
That's one sad-looking plant there, McManus.
Well, it's supposed to survive without natural light, but, aw, fuck it.
Look, I'm here about my dad.
I don't want Seamus O'Reily in Em City.
- I don't want him here, either.
- You don't? No.
I just came up here to make sure that you weren't gonna do the right thing, try to reunite us or some kind of bullshit like that.
I don't want that old bastard anywhere near me.
- Welcome to Oz.
- Fuck you.
Forget about having too much garbage, too many bottles, cans, watermelon rinds, disposable baby diapers and such.
What's really terrifying in terms of the long-term health of the planet is toxic waste.
Toxic waste.
You can't put two worse words together except maybe nuclear war.
"It will have blood, they say.
Blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.
Augurs and understood relations have by maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth the secret'st man of blood.
" That's very good, Vern.
You have a natural gift.
Acting is often about making a lie ring true.
- So do I get the role? - Sure.
I'm just a little surprised that you're so enthusiastic about it, considering that we've had so much trouble with people dying.
Taking this part now proves I've got bigger balls than anybody in Oz.
I've come to audition.
Too late, Beecher.
Yeah.
I got the part.
Oh, all right.
Oh, no, wait.
My Macduff got sent to solitary yesterday, so how'd you like to try out for that? Sure.
Read this.
So, this is where Macduff learns that Macbeth has killed his wife and son.
"Sinful Macduff, they were all struck for thee! Naught that I am, not for their own demerits but for mine fell slaughter on their souls.
Heaven rest them now.
" How'd the audition go? You're looking at the new Macbeth.
Still a couple of roles open.
You ought to try out.
No, I don't like wearing makeup.
I like being backstage, though.
I'm gonna help out with props.
Oh, wow, wish I had my camera.
This is a Kodak moment.
Keep walking, Beecher.
No one's talking to you.
You know, Schillinger, I am really surprised at you, associating with this fuck.
After all, he killed one of your Aryan brothers.
What are you jawing about? Franklin Winthrop.
Killer Keller snapped his neck.
- He's lying.
- Of course he is.
Why would Keller want to whack Winthrop? He did the deed for me, out of love, to avenge my father's murder.
Guard! Guard! Any of this ring a fucking bell, huh, Vern? God damn you.
Look at that, I can still cry.
You know what? I'm proud of that.
You pussy ass bitch.
- Shh.
- Don't shush me, motherfucker.
Chris, you did kill Winthrop.
Yeah.
That's okay.
He was nothing.
But Beecher knows too much about both of us.
He's gotta die.
Yeah.
I'll deal with it.
No, I'll kill Beecher.
You? Before I whack him, I just want to fuck him in the ass one more time.
Hello? Suzanne told me to tell you to wait for her here.
I love props.
What looks real, isn't.
Like this shank.
Hah! See that? It's fake.
At least I know I got your attention now, though.
I'm trying to learn my lines.
He speaks and yet he says nothing.
What of that? Shut up.
Oh, okay.
You know, I've always thought actions speak louder than words anyway.
Now, this one's real.
By the way, these are real, too.
- Hey, Suzanne.
Late for rehearsal? - Hey.
Well, no, doesn't start till 3:00.
I got a note from you asking me to let Beecher out early for a catch-up rehearsal.
I didn't write any note.
Time to wake up, Toby.
You fucking cocksucker! Shh.
It's just like the old days, huh? You as my bitch.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck me.
Fake real.
Or did I get them mixed up? Let's see.
Hope I got your attention now.
Toby Schillinger wants you dead.
That's no secret, right? I told him that I would do it.
Ask me why.
- Why? - To keep you alive.
That's right.
I've been pretending to be Schillinger's butt buddy to keep you safe.
So that you and I would know of his plans.
But I know how bullheaded you are.
I knew that if I had told you, you wouldn't believe me.
I concocted this whole goddamn thing just to convince you that I'm on the up and up.
Now, if I was really siding with Schillinger, Toby you'd be dead already.
But instead all I really want is for you to love me again.
What the fuck is going on here? Just a little harmless fun between two consenting adults.
So does Beecher believe you're betraying me? Motherfucker doesn't know what to believe.
I'll fill in the rest as we go along.
He's so proud of his tears.
We'll give him something to cry about.
Junk is garbage.
We Americans dump every day in over Problem is, as the population keeps growing, the amount of available space diminishes.
Remember a few years ago that barge that kept sailing around 'cause no one wanted to accept its decaying cargo? Imagine a future full of ships, detritus stinking to high heaven trying to find a port.
How'd it go? They rejected my parole.
Yeah, my wife and I are retiring to Sarasota, Florida.
- Nice.
- Luis, can I have a moment of your time, please? - Sure, um - We'll wait for you in the lobby.
- Okay.
- Um, Miguel Alvarez, - I want you to have a meeting with him.
- Why? Well, so that he can apologize to you for hitting you at the last hearing.
Does this have anything to do with me taking over as head of the parole board when Steve retires? No, this has to do with a guy who's making a genuine attempt to be rehabilitated.
Look, I see Miguel every day.
You see him once every three years.
I believe he's changed.
Give him a chance to prove that to you.
- I'll think about it.
- Please! I'll think about it, Tim.
He said no? He said maybe.
Oh.
I guess that's something.
The key, Miguel, is keep on track.
Don't get sucked up in all this shit.
- I'm trying.
- I know.
- It's fucking hard.
- I know.
Hello, Miguel.
Hey, Cathy Jo.
How are you? I'll be better when we finish this legal stuff.
The lawyer says once you sign these, all of Wolfgang's property is mine.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
You know, I didn't I didn't know Cutler that well, but he's gotta be a dope for treating you the way he did, you know? If it was me, I'd worship at your feet.
I guess we should deal with this.
Then again, what's the rush? None.
None fucking at all.
I heard Cathy Jo visited again.
That mean you signed all the property over to her? Not exactly.
It's either yes or no, Alvarez.
Or it's not exactly.
She isn't sure that she wants everything.
- What the fuck does that mean? - I don't know.
Says she wants more time.
Give her time.
All right, just get it done.
Hey, I'm just doing what the widow wants.
It's just like you asked.
Jesus, you guys gotta calm down.
I don't trust that little spic.
Next time she comes, I want a mole in that room.
I don't think I trust her, either.
Prisoner #03T323, Alonzo Torquemada.
Convicted February 6, 2003, assault in the first degree; sentence: 10 years; Up for parole in six.
Who the fuck is that? It's Torquemada, a club owner.
The king of the night.
Miguel Alvarez.
I hear you're the man to know.
Whoever told you that was an idiot.
Quieres festejar? No, thank you.
I hate heroin.
Oh, I ain't talking about that street shit, sweetie.
I'm talking the latest in synthetics.
You ever done destiny? D-tabs.
Like a 6-month Mardi Gras.
I'm up for parole in a couple.
I'm gonna keep my record and my head clean.
I like you.
You're smart.
You can be my numero dos.
That's funny.
Of the drag queens? Oh, no.
I intend to run all of Em City.
You want Em City? You gonna beat the wops? You gonna beat the niggers? That's right.
Taken one too many of them d-tabs, baby.
Trust me, Miguel, once the boys get their hands on this shit every con in Oz will be mine.
Mmm.
Junk is also classic slang for narcotics, usually heroin.
The people using are junkies, and as a result, lives can be destroyed.
Junk bonds cause financial disaster.
Junk food brings nutritional ruin.
Junk mail is just plain irritating.
Our lives are filled with dreck.
But the hardest dreck of all to clear away is the one of our own making.
Yood I'm gonna ask you again, and this time I want the truth.
Did you see who murdered Willy Brandt? No.
It happened right here.
You were somewhere in the area.
How could you not have noticed? What I saw, I saw.
What I'll say is another matter.
I could force you.
Warden, I'm smart enough to know that what happened here is a small thing that's tied to the tail of a dragon.
My advice is to forget about who killed Willy Brandt and who killed Mayor Loewen.
Move on before that dragon comes out and bites you in the ass.
Officer Johnson, what can I do for you today? - Another job.
- Oh, Jeez.
Last one, Lionel.
That's what you said when I killed Willy Brandt.
Brandt was small potatoes compared to this.
Yeah? Who? Oh, Jeez.
Guess what, I found out who's getting the Correctional Officers Association's lifetime achievement award at tonight's banquet.
For 34 years dedicated service, courage and calm, the award goes to Leo Glynn.
Congratulations.
No one deserves this recognition more than you.
Yeah, right.
You know as well as I the only criterion for the lifetime achievement award is survival.
Ooh, we've gotta get you to loosened up for tonight.
Well, I'm not gonna loosen up until I put Wilson Loewen's murderer behind bars.
Brandt murdered Loewen and now Brandt's dead.
He's dead because someone didn't want Brandt testifying as to who paid him to kill Loewen.
Oh.
Hey, Leo, I need to ask you a couple of ques Wow.
Tim, come back here.
Ha-ha.
Last time I wore this getup was was at your Oh, jeez, thanks for reminding me, Sean.
I wasn't feeling lousy enough.
I was thinking of heading over, you know, have a couple of belts before all the droning.
Huh? Rumor is Leo's gonna get the lifetime achievement award.
Ceremony's in a half-hour, you know that, right? Yup.
So, what's the problem? Little Tim need help with his clip-on? Come here.
I think there's gonna be trouble in Em City tonight.
Sure, but no more than usual.
Yeah, but, you know, maybe I should stay here just in case.
Do you not want to go to the party? Well, what the fuck do you think? I think you must really love your job or hate your boss.
Count! I'm gonna party.
Listen, shouldn't we shouldn't we get the show on the road? Not without Leo.
- Yeah, where is he? - I'll get him.
You should slow down.
Oh, boy.
Leo? Leo? Leo? Jesus.
Leo! Officer, call code one! Turn off that music! Turn off that fucking music! Get that gurney here! Leo, can you hear me? I can't feel his pulse.
Oh my God, he's dead.
You know how to get out of any labyrinth? No, Tim, I don't.
Well, the second that you go in, you just put your hand on the wall and then you walk.
And as long as you keep your hand on the wall, you'll get out.
But this maze, the one that I designed, it doesn't have any walls.
I don't understand why you and Leo being together bothered me so much.
I mean, the whole point of our divorce is so we could both be happy, right? Now neither of us is.
You know what I miss most about being married to you? You always knew how to comfort me.
I loved him so much.
According to statistics from the United States Bureau of Justice, the prison population has grown by almost 550,000 since 1991.
That's an increase of 69%.
Junkyard, prison, same difference.
Only in prison, the junk we're discarding, the flotsam and jetsam, are human lives.
Some junk is put away in storage in the hopes of possible reuse.
Some junk is discarded.
Either way, it's never really gone.
It's only out of sight.
Junk is still and always somewhere.
Hill's book, man, he writes good.
Make me a little jealous.
- You got any tits? - Nah, I'm all out.
Man, I ain't had a taste in so long, I feel like I'm in rehab.
Yeah, we ain't got no income.
The bookbinding business went bust.
The wops block us from slinging.
- Something will come along.
- You sure? I'm like old Billy Clinton, yo.
I live in a town called Hope.
Prisoner #03B563: Stanley Bukowski; convicted January 16, possession and distribution of illegal substances; sentence: 15 years; up for parole in 7.
Hey, new guy.
Got any tits? - No man, I ain't into the hard stuff.
- You got any weed? There ain't nearly enough weed for the need in this fucking place.
But I got a shipment coming in.
Better watch where you toke, cuz.
No no, no puffing involved.
Only eating.
I got a shitload of very green, very kind pot brownies heading this way.
Thinking of starting a little industry, if you get my drift.
Huh, well you see, Bukowski, what you need is partners, or else certain people will find out that you're stepping on their turf.
We can make the trouble stay away.
This is bullshit.
He won't get them through inspection.
He don't even know the right hacks.
Yeah, I got that all figured out, all right? The pot is totally i-o-nized, so it don't reek at all.
Not even to the mutt's nose.
The rest of the recipe I'm guarding like the Coke formula.
Suffice to say, the body buzz, oh, is kick ass.
You know what? Double fudge, too, with extra thick icing for effect.
Stanley, you a genius.
- What's up? - I like that.
Come on, man.
Mail call! - That's all? - Yeah.
Bukowski, you got a box of brownies.
Here you go, cuz.
- Enjoy.
- Thank you.
Welcome back to "Sallycize.
" We're gonna play some volleyball today, so get your balls out and make sure they're firm and round, 'cause we're gonna bounce them high.
And side and up.
That's right.
Keep your wrists stiff and stiff This is the best "Miss Sally" ever.
And stiff, jump, and stiff, jump.
Good, everybody.
Jump.
Work your arms, stiff, stiff and hard.
Yeah, hard, pump it up! Ganja brownies.
Why didn't we think of that? That punk is gonna suck off our profits.
He could hurt us, that's for sure.
That bastard needs a funeral.
Pena di morte.
There's definitely butter in there.
Of course there's butter, Kenaniah, it's a brownie.
What we're trying to do is figure out Bukowski's secret ingredient.
Man, we can guess till we green.
The only answer is get the recipe from Bukowski himself.
Yeah, yeah, then we can unload his white ass.
Look, you fucks better leave me alone or my home boys are gonna - What, they're gonna come after us? - Yeah.
Call them, go ahead.
Oh, I feel like Custer.
Come on, Custer, let's take a walk.
- He's dead? - I hear his face melted.
There goes our latest enterprise.
What you mean? We got Bukowski to spill the secret recipe, right? Nah, I called in the specifics to my Cousin Malcolm, told him to mix up a batch.
- He said the stuff is shit.
- Wait wait wait wait.
- Bukowski lied to us? - Uh-huh.
Fuck, man, you can't trust anybody these days.
Man, I say it's the wops fault.
Let's just go bust some heads, man.
Wait.
Yo, I got a plan, and it all starts with Burr.
Hey, Burr.
Yo, Burr, we want back in.
Whatever you want, telemarketing, whichever.
For starters, say that again.
This time, on your knees.
- You serious? - Bend them! Bend 'em, man.
Get down, man.
Yo, we we Shut the fuck up.
I heard you the first time.
Be there tomorrow morning ready to work them phones.
Come on, man, just come on.
See, Burr, I knew you'd fill these desks again.
Yeah, well, I finally convinced my boys to follow the straight and narrow.
Okay, we're here.
Now, you gonna tell me your big plan? Credit cards.
Every time we take a order, we steal the credit card numbers.
My Cousin Malcolm, he can sell the list for major dough.
Cyber-slinging.
- I love it.
- All right, all right.
swimming deep in the Pacific discovered two pieces of the P.
T.
109.
That's the boat JFK was commander of in World War II when it was sunk by a Japanese destroyer.
In the past they've also found the Titanic, the Hunley, and hundreds of thousands of other ships lost at sea.
Makes you wonder how much is down there.
How badly have we littered the ocean floor? The best part is sea life adapts.
They take our naval junk and make it their own, make it their home.
Rebadow, where's Stella? I need to talk to her.
Today's the day of her lumpectomy.
Oh God, yeah, I forgot.
Stella said she'd have her friend call as soon as she was out of danger.
I'm sure she'll be fine.
Yes, hello? I'd like to send some flowers.
- Any word from Stella? - No.
I thought she'd be done with the surgery by now.
Sometimes hospitals get backed up.
Hey, bookworm! Bookworm! You gonna read another book, fag? - Ignore him, Pablo.
- Fuck that.
Get back in the cell! Time for final count.
Let's go.
I still haven't heard from Stella.
Five more minutes.
It's now or the hole.
Bob, don't be worried.
Stella's indestructible.
No one's indestructible.
Funny, I got all caught up in thinking she needed me to beat the cancer, but in truth, she didn't need me.
And that hurts all the more.
Oh, thank God.
Score is love-love, everybody.
There's gonna be a lot of squatting down.
It's gonna be a lot of quick moves, thrusting Oh, good.
Time to exercise the old fantasy muscle.
Hit those balls, hit 'em! They ought to do a Miss Sally marathon and bring the schoolyard back.
Especially since Busmalis didn't learn his lesson of the day the first time.
Miss Sally says, "Don't try and marry my slutty secretary.
" They're jealous.
The two oldest guys in the joint are the only true Romeos.
Yo, Busmalis, you really gonna do it again? Getting left at the altar and all? Even if the wedding do go through, he gotta play baby daddy to a kid ain't even his.
Some might consider that an act of generosity.
I consider it an act of insanity.
The brat was conceived on what should have been your honeymoon.
That's like freakier than cloning.
Yo, the warden's not even gonna let him get a kick-off conjugal.
- Marriage ain't marriage without sex.
- That's right.
You gonna step in here, Bob? You do have some serious issues to resolve.
Great.
Well, to all you lonely, horny naysayers with no one but Rosie Palm and her five sisters to love you, I say this.
Right here, baby.
Right in my big blue balls, coming back to life 'cause I'm going to the chapel and I'm gonna get married, yeehaw! Better get your Viagra ass out.
Stop that.
She'll be here.
She's more than an hour and a half late.
Do you have any idea how little time that is to a man serving 10 years? We'll wait a little bit longer.
Agamemnon, you may want to consider the possibility that Never! She'll be here in three seconds.
One, two Two and a half.
Oh, Aggie, I'm so sorry! Please tell me that you got the message.
- What message? - I called, told some guy who answered the phone that the sitter was late.
He promised to pass it along.
Promises don't mean a whole hell of a lot in Oz.
Well mine certainly does.
Marry me! Hit it, Father! In 1957, the first satellite was sent into space.
Since then 4,186 satellites have followed.
are still up there, defunct, abandoned.
Some the size of Volkswagens.
Occasionally you hear that one of them is gonna fall out of the sky, gonna hit the Earth.
The experts say, don't worry.
Most likely it'll crash into the ocean.
Most times they're right, but, brother, I don't want to be standing around the one time they're wrong.
I asked to be placed in Em City for one purpose and one purpose only, to find someone to kill me.
Good morning.
Have you figured out a way to kill me yet? No.
Can't fuckin' concentrate with you sweating me 24/7.
Could we at least discuss a timetable? Count! Yo, I need to see McManus now.
Of all the ridiculous things that you've said and done, and there have been plenty, this is the most ridiculous.
Okay, it's crazy, I know, but look, it's true.
Idzik wants me to whack him.
Yeah, right.
You know, this is just your feeble attempt to cover your tracks.
You've been threatening to kill that man ever since he got to Oz.
I know I did, but I don't now, right? I mean, there's something about the man begging me to do the deed, I don't know, makes it so makes it so wrong.
Like I said, ridiculous.
Get the fuck out of my office.
- McManus - Now! Well? Look, Idzik, you gotta look at this thing from my perspective, okay? You're asking me to commit a criminal act, and yet you refuse to tell me why.
I killed Kareem Said.
Why isn't that reason enough for you? For me, yeah, yeah, that's but still, that don't tell me why you wanna die.
Okay.
But not here, follow me.
Light.
That's what this is all about.
That's what makes everything happen.
Not just in this room, but everywhere on the planet, in every corner of the universe, light generates life.
But that's coming to an end.
What are you talking about, how? When suns and stars explode they create new suns, new stars.
And each time, these new entities are smaller, containing less energy.
And so when they too explode, as they must, the next stars and suns are even smaller, even weaker.
Eventually all the gas, all the heat, all the light will dissipate.
The galaxies will grow cold and still.
What happens to us then? Without light we cease to exist.
We could maybe, um build a rocket ship, right? Omar, there'd be no energy to fuel the rocket to space.
Besides, there'd be nowhere to go.
There's nowhere to hide from the inevitable.
All life will stop.
Damn.
So don't you see? Everything that we do, the plans we make, the hopes we have, they're futile.
Being good at a job, which I was, building a home, which I did, raising a family which I had, none of it means anything.
Because no matter how we try, how much we strive and struggle, it'll all come to naught.
Life is a waste of time.
So that's why I'm counting on you to kill me.
You will, won't you? Look look look, I need some more time.
I need some time to think, all right? I'll give you my answer by noon, okay? Yo, Reb, you got any literature on, um the end of the world? Nebuli, neb nebuli.
Galaxies and quasars, it's awesome.
Heat.
Heat and gas.
Simple.
It's noon, and you said you'd have an answer by now.
I do.
Come here.
Come here, look.
I been doing a lot of reading about doomsday scenarios.
From the apocalypse to, uh, the Crunch Theory, um, black holes, meteorites bombarding the Earth.
It's just like you said.
You know, no matter what we do, someday, light, heat and gas will be extinguished forever.
But there's one thing, one thing you didn't mention.
It won't be a void.
You know, there won't be just nothingness.
You see, the weakest force in nature will become dominant, and that's g-r-a-v-i-t-y, - gravity.
- So? So? So? Something will still exist.
There'll still be an energy in the universe.
I mean, maybe our physical bodies won't be here, but we will still be part of that new dynamic.
Who knows? Maybe it'll be better.
I very much doubt that.
Yeah, but if there's just even just the slightest chance Are you trying to tell me that you won't kill me? I'm sorry, I can't.
Don't you understand? I'm finally onto something here.
And if I just, just keep digging, maybe I'll maybe I'll find an answer.
I'm very disappointed in you, Omar.
Well, I know, but wait, but this is Oz.
It's full of murderers.
Maybe you can convince somebody else.
No no, that's all right.
I have an alternative plan.
Count! What the hell? Murphy, get down here! Cuff him.
Holy fuck.
Jesus fucking Christ.
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure.
Like fish in the sea, we take something someone else doesn't want and repurpose it.
We go to antique stores and auction houses paying top dollar, proud to have captured the prize.
But when someone you love dies, the stupidest object, their keychain, a torn sweatshirt, suddenly becomes very special.
An icon to be venerated.
- You wanted to see me? - Yes.
Have a seat, James.
What is it? The physical you took last month.
I got the results back, your blood test.
Oh, shit.
I think you should have a seat, James.
Don't tell me.
I got AIDS? You're H.
I.
V.
positive, which does not necessarily mean you have AIDS.
Jesus Christ! The treatment available today do wonders for people fighting H.
I.
V.
Thousands of patients are leading normal lives.
Are you hearing me? Promise you won't tell anyone.
- Not anyone.
- No, of course I won't.
Files destroy the files.
I can't do that.
I can.
Lunch, little brother.
Is it Fluffernutter? Not this time, sport.
- He's doing fine.
- Yeah.
You know, he's still completely unaware that he was almost executed.
I don't know if we can get away with the charade the next time.
Cyril's gonna be fine.
He's not gonna die.
Ryan, the court didn't overturn the death sentence.
One justice ruled for a stay, and that's all.
No.
I prayed, God listened.
- He saved Cyril's life, that's it.
- Ryan.
Hey, Ma, have a little faith, all right? I will.
Look, fuck stick, I don't make the food.
All right, I just serve it.
Ryan? If you're finished, I'd like to see you.
I don't know if you're aware that I was the attending doctor for your brother's execution.
No.
Well, I agreed to be there in case Cyril needed something.
- I appreciate that.
- Then as they were strapping him in, I suddenly had this flash of my husband And the horrible way that he died at Cyril's hands, and I thought, "Good, I'm glad that I'm here to watch.
" I can appreciate that, too.
Well, I can't.
Revenge is not justice.
You know, I'm a doctor.
I heal people.
I save lives.
I shouldn't feel happy at the moment of of another person's death, anyone's.
Not even the man who killed my husband.
You know, Gloria, I've been thinking, I really need to do something to balance out all the all the shit that I've done.
And I'd really like to come work in the hospital.
Ryan.
No.
Not to be near you.
Or just to be near you.
Ever since I washed Father Meehan's body, I've I don't know.
I've spent so much time trying to stay alive here in Oz.
All my energy has been focused on my survival.
And I'm fucking good at it.
So I'm thinking maybe it's time for me to help others survive.
It's no scam.
I swear to you, on my brother's life.
I believe you.
You do? I'll request the transfer.
Thank you.
Prisoner #03P138: Seamus O'Reily; Convicted February 3, 2003, murder in the first degree; sentence: 34 years; Up for parole in 16.
- Yo.
- Dad's coming to visit? Well, not visit, exactly.
That's one sad-looking plant there, McManus.
Well, it's supposed to survive without natural light, but, aw, fuck it.
Look, I'm here about my dad.
I don't want Seamus O'Reily in Em City.
- I don't want him here, either.
- You don't? No.
I just came up here to make sure that you weren't gonna do the right thing, try to reunite us or some kind of bullshit like that.
I don't want that old bastard anywhere near me.
- Welcome to Oz.
- Fuck you.
Forget about having too much garbage, too many bottles, cans, watermelon rinds, disposable baby diapers and such.
What's really terrifying in terms of the long-term health of the planet is toxic waste.
Toxic waste.
You can't put two worse words together except maybe nuclear war.
"It will have blood, they say.
Blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.
Augurs and understood relations have by maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth the secret'st man of blood.
" That's very good, Vern.
You have a natural gift.
Acting is often about making a lie ring true.
- So do I get the role? - Sure.
I'm just a little surprised that you're so enthusiastic about it, considering that we've had so much trouble with people dying.
Taking this part now proves I've got bigger balls than anybody in Oz.
I've come to audition.
Too late, Beecher.
Yeah.
I got the part.
Oh, all right.
Oh, no, wait.
My Macduff got sent to solitary yesterday, so how'd you like to try out for that? Sure.
Read this.
So, this is where Macduff learns that Macbeth has killed his wife and son.
"Sinful Macduff, they were all struck for thee! Naught that I am, not for their own demerits but for mine fell slaughter on their souls.
Heaven rest them now.
" How'd the audition go? You're looking at the new Macbeth.
Still a couple of roles open.
You ought to try out.
No, I don't like wearing makeup.
I like being backstage, though.
I'm gonna help out with props.
Oh, wow, wish I had my camera.
This is a Kodak moment.
Keep walking, Beecher.
No one's talking to you.
You know, Schillinger, I am really surprised at you, associating with this fuck.
After all, he killed one of your Aryan brothers.
What are you jawing about? Franklin Winthrop.
Killer Keller snapped his neck.
- He's lying.
- Of course he is.
Why would Keller want to whack Winthrop? He did the deed for me, out of love, to avenge my father's murder.
Guard! Guard! Any of this ring a fucking bell, huh, Vern? God damn you.
Look at that, I can still cry.
You know what? I'm proud of that.
You pussy ass bitch.
- Shh.
- Don't shush me, motherfucker.
Chris, you did kill Winthrop.
Yeah.
That's okay.
He was nothing.
But Beecher knows too much about both of us.
He's gotta die.
Yeah.
I'll deal with it.
No, I'll kill Beecher.
You? Before I whack him, I just want to fuck him in the ass one more time.
Hello? Suzanne told me to tell you to wait for her here.
I love props.
What looks real, isn't.
Like this shank.
Hah! See that? It's fake.
At least I know I got your attention now, though.
I'm trying to learn my lines.
He speaks and yet he says nothing.
What of that? Shut up.
Oh, okay.
You know, I've always thought actions speak louder than words anyway.
Now, this one's real.
By the way, these are real, too.
- Hey, Suzanne.
Late for rehearsal? - Hey.
Well, no, doesn't start till 3:00.
I got a note from you asking me to let Beecher out early for a catch-up rehearsal.
I didn't write any note.
Time to wake up, Toby.
You fucking cocksucker! Shh.
It's just like the old days, huh? You as my bitch.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck me.
Fake real.
Or did I get them mixed up? Let's see.
Hope I got your attention now.
Toby Schillinger wants you dead.
That's no secret, right? I told him that I would do it.
Ask me why.
- Why? - To keep you alive.
That's right.
I've been pretending to be Schillinger's butt buddy to keep you safe.
So that you and I would know of his plans.
But I know how bullheaded you are.
I knew that if I had told you, you wouldn't believe me.
I concocted this whole goddamn thing just to convince you that I'm on the up and up.
Now, if I was really siding with Schillinger, Toby you'd be dead already.
But instead all I really want is for you to love me again.
What the fuck is going on here? Just a little harmless fun between two consenting adults.
So does Beecher believe you're betraying me? Motherfucker doesn't know what to believe.
I'll fill in the rest as we go along.
He's so proud of his tears.
We'll give him something to cry about.
Junk is garbage.
We Americans dump every day in over Problem is, as the population keeps growing, the amount of available space diminishes.
Remember a few years ago that barge that kept sailing around 'cause no one wanted to accept its decaying cargo? Imagine a future full of ships, detritus stinking to high heaven trying to find a port.
How'd it go? They rejected my parole.
Yeah, my wife and I are retiring to Sarasota, Florida.
- Nice.
- Luis, can I have a moment of your time, please? - Sure, um - We'll wait for you in the lobby.
- Okay.
- Um, Miguel Alvarez, - I want you to have a meeting with him.
- Why? Well, so that he can apologize to you for hitting you at the last hearing.
Does this have anything to do with me taking over as head of the parole board when Steve retires? No, this has to do with a guy who's making a genuine attempt to be rehabilitated.
Look, I see Miguel every day.
You see him once every three years.
I believe he's changed.
Give him a chance to prove that to you.
- I'll think about it.
- Please! I'll think about it, Tim.
He said no? He said maybe.
Oh.
I guess that's something.
The key, Miguel, is keep on track.
Don't get sucked up in all this shit.
- I'm trying.
- I know.
- It's fucking hard.
- I know.
Hello, Miguel.
Hey, Cathy Jo.
How are you? I'll be better when we finish this legal stuff.
The lawyer says once you sign these, all of Wolfgang's property is mine.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
You know, I didn't I didn't know Cutler that well, but he's gotta be a dope for treating you the way he did, you know? If it was me, I'd worship at your feet.
I guess we should deal with this.
Then again, what's the rush? None.
None fucking at all.
I heard Cathy Jo visited again.
That mean you signed all the property over to her? Not exactly.
It's either yes or no, Alvarez.
Or it's not exactly.
She isn't sure that she wants everything.
- What the fuck does that mean? - I don't know.
Says she wants more time.
Give her time.
All right, just get it done.
Hey, I'm just doing what the widow wants.
It's just like you asked.
Jesus, you guys gotta calm down.
I don't trust that little spic.
Next time she comes, I want a mole in that room.
I don't think I trust her, either.
Prisoner #03T323, Alonzo Torquemada.
Convicted February 6, 2003, assault in the first degree; sentence: 10 years; Up for parole in six.
Who the fuck is that? It's Torquemada, a club owner.
The king of the night.
Miguel Alvarez.
I hear you're the man to know.
Whoever told you that was an idiot.
Quieres festejar? No, thank you.
I hate heroin.
Oh, I ain't talking about that street shit, sweetie.
I'm talking the latest in synthetics.
You ever done destiny? D-tabs.
Like a 6-month Mardi Gras.
I'm up for parole in a couple.
I'm gonna keep my record and my head clean.
I like you.
You're smart.
You can be my numero dos.
That's funny.
Of the drag queens? Oh, no.
I intend to run all of Em City.
You want Em City? You gonna beat the wops? You gonna beat the niggers? That's right.
Taken one too many of them d-tabs, baby.
Trust me, Miguel, once the boys get their hands on this shit every con in Oz will be mine.
Mmm.
Junk is also classic slang for narcotics, usually heroin.
The people using are junkies, and as a result, lives can be destroyed.
Junk bonds cause financial disaster.
Junk food brings nutritional ruin.
Junk mail is just plain irritating.
Our lives are filled with dreck.
But the hardest dreck of all to clear away is the one of our own making.
Yood I'm gonna ask you again, and this time I want the truth.
Did you see who murdered Willy Brandt? No.
It happened right here.
You were somewhere in the area.
How could you not have noticed? What I saw, I saw.
What I'll say is another matter.
I could force you.
Warden, I'm smart enough to know that what happened here is a small thing that's tied to the tail of a dragon.
My advice is to forget about who killed Willy Brandt and who killed Mayor Loewen.
Move on before that dragon comes out and bites you in the ass.
Officer Johnson, what can I do for you today? - Another job.
- Oh, Jeez.
Last one, Lionel.
That's what you said when I killed Willy Brandt.
Brandt was small potatoes compared to this.
Yeah? Who? Oh, Jeez.
Guess what, I found out who's getting the Correctional Officers Association's lifetime achievement award at tonight's banquet.
For 34 years dedicated service, courage and calm, the award goes to Leo Glynn.
Congratulations.
No one deserves this recognition more than you.
Yeah, right.
You know as well as I the only criterion for the lifetime achievement award is survival.
Ooh, we've gotta get you to loosened up for tonight.
Well, I'm not gonna loosen up until I put Wilson Loewen's murderer behind bars.
Brandt murdered Loewen and now Brandt's dead.
He's dead because someone didn't want Brandt testifying as to who paid him to kill Loewen.
Oh.
Hey, Leo, I need to ask you a couple of ques Wow.
Tim, come back here.
Ha-ha.
Last time I wore this getup was was at your Oh, jeez, thanks for reminding me, Sean.
I wasn't feeling lousy enough.
I was thinking of heading over, you know, have a couple of belts before all the droning.
Huh? Rumor is Leo's gonna get the lifetime achievement award.
Ceremony's in a half-hour, you know that, right? Yup.
So, what's the problem? Little Tim need help with his clip-on? Come here.
I think there's gonna be trouble in Em City tonight.
Sure, but no more than usual.
Yeah, but, you know, maybe I should stay here just in case.
Do you not want to go to the party? Well, what the fuck do you think? I think you must really love your job or hate your boss.
Count! I'm gonna party.
Listen, shouldn't we shouldn't we get the show on the road? Not without Leo.
- Yeah, where is he? - I'll get him.
You should slow down.
Oh, boy.
Leo? Leo? Leo? Jesus.
Leo! Officer, call code one! Turn off that music! Turn off that fucking music! Get that gurney here! Leo, can you hear me? I can't feel his pulse.
Oh my God, he's dead.
You know how to get out of any labyrinth? No, Tim, I don't.
Well, the second that you go in, you just put your hand on the wall and then you walk.
And as long as you keep your hand on the wall, you'll get out.
But this maze, the one that I designed, it doesn't have any walls.
I don't understand why you and Leo being together bothered me so much.
I mean, the whole point of our divorce is so we could both be happy, right? Now neither of us is.
You know what I miss most about being married to you? You always knew how to comfort me.
I loved him so much.
According to statistics from the United States Bureau of Justice, the prison population has grown by almost 550,000 since 1991.
That's an increase of 69%.
Junkyard, prison, same difference.
Only in prison, the junk we're discarding, the flotsam and jetsam, are human lives.