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l used to be a runner.
Not a marathoner, a runner.
Marathons are ***.
They're all hype.
Some official picks a random day,
and rain or cold,
you're out pounding the pavement
alongside 50,000 other dumb ***.
No, there's some things
it's better to do all by yourself.
O'Brien.
Bevilaqua.
Alvarez.
Holy ***.
Alvarez.
Alvarez.
Alvarez, can you hear me?
l told you this would happen.
Yes, you're very smart.
We'll miss you when you're gone.
The question is, will Alvarez live?
Yes.
- Then let's all relax.
- Relax?
Leo, just because Alvarez
is going to be okay
doesn't mean we're gonna be
so lucky next time.
Dr. Garvey, the next inmate
you deprive of medication
simply because it's expensive,
may die.
The Weigert Corporation
was contracted to provide health care
to the state prison system
for the purpose of keeping costs down.
My job is to make judgment calls.
According to the deal Weigert made
with the governor,
l have complete autonomy.
And l will not have that autonomy
broached under any circumstances.
- Well.
- Leo, this is ***.
He's right.
l have no authority over him.
So, what do we do?
Go public.
lf there's anything else l can do,
let me know.
- l will.
- Thank you.
Who was that?
Rick Donn, ChanneI 2 News.
He wants a interview about Alvarez.
- You didn't tell him anything about--?
- Yes, l did.
l figure since you gave me two weeks'
notice, l got nothing to lose.
l'll tell them you're nothing
but a disgruntled employee.
You can do that, sure.
Maybe they'll believe you,
maybe this will all blow over.
But after l'm gone,
and the next screw-up happens,
maybe this time someone dies,
you won't have anyone
to blame then, Garvey.
lf l were you, l'd switch to a red tie.
lt'll look better on camera.
Hello. ls he in?
This is an emergency.
Come in.
Dr. Nathan.
l have a problem, Gloria.
This situation with an inmate,
Miguel Alvarez.
Rick Donn called my office
wanting an interview,
wanting to ask how l thought
things were going with Weigert.
l then received a call from Ross Tavoli,
the CEO of Medmore,
which is the parent company
of Weigert.
And Ross is an old friend.
A very generous friend.
- Governor...
- You haven't gone on camera yet?
- No, l haven't.
- Good. Here's what l propose.
You keep your job,
Alvarez goes back on the medication,
and Weigert agrees
to loosen up the purse strings.
And Garvey?
He's gone.
Turns out in the early '70s
he was a back-alley abortionist.
A woman he was servicing
died on the table.
He moved here, sued to have
his license restored, and won.
Don't ask me how.
ln any case, l'm sure Rick Donn will be
more than satisfied with that exclusive
and allow the rest of the story
to die a natural death.
People tell me
you're a reasonable person.
Be reasonable now.
Give me your cooperation.
l wanna stay,
but l need to know that things
are really gonna be different.
You have my solemn word.
Garvey resigned today
amidst the controversy.
Governor DevIin said he wouId
hoId the Weigert Corporation
accountabIe for its actions.
A spokesman for the company
said they had no knowIedge
of Garvey's prior record
and have promised
a re-evaIuation of their poIicy
for correctionaI faciIities nationwide.
Miguel?
Am l dead?
Am l in heaven?
Not quite.
***.
You should have let me die.
You should have let me die.
Prisoner number 99S233,
NikoIai StanisIofsky.
Convicted February 1 4, '99.
Possession of stoIen goods
with intent to seII.
Sentence: 1 5 years.
Up for parole in five.
- You're Russian?
- Yes.
- From Russia?
- Yes.
- You were born in Russia?
- Yes.
- First time in Oz?
- Only time.
You'll get used to it.
l was seven years in Soviet gulag.
This place is cake.
Who's the girl?
- Pearl necklace time, man.
- Oh, look.
That's Miss Sally.
Look at those *** ***.
- ***.
- Oh, yeah.
Tell me, are we anywhere close
to death row?
Yeah, why?
You know somebody on death row?
A man l knew,
Alexander Vogel, was killed.
l would like to shake the hand
of the man who murdered him.
That would be Richie Hanlon.
Richie Hanlon.
Richie.
Hon?
Hold up your arm, will you?
For the sweater.
What do you think, about four bars?
Three.
Mail.
Long time no see, Vern.
- Did you miss me?
- Breathlessly.
l got that teapot you ordered.
Thanks, darling.
My, you are turning this cell
into quite the little nest.
My new lawyer's taking my appeal
to the State Supreme Court.
- Figure l'd be here a while longer.
- Well, that is good news.
Yeah.
Hello, Richie. Nothing for you today.
Guess all your little *** friends
are too busy getting their legs waxed.
- *** you, Schillinger.
- Schillinger, ***.
Richie?
What's this thing
between you and Vern?
Every time he comes around here,
you boys snarl at each other.
Long story.
Well, l've got
no other appointments today.
That *** is the reason
l'm on death row.
He and another *** creep
killed a Russian.
Hung him by his ankles in the gym.
Carved ''Jew'' on his chest.
Then they told me if l didn't confess
to the ***, they'd kill me.
Death sentence either way.
But if you know you're gonna die,
why not tell the truth?
The other one, Mark Mack,
is already dead.
Besides, why should the hacks listen
to me now?
l tell them Schillinger did it,
they'd say, ''Prove it.''
- l have no proof.
- Unless you say you did it together.
- What?
- Lie.
Tell them you and Vern
both killed the Russian.
- How does that save me?
- lt doesn't, honey.
But it does mean his *** will be sitting
up here in the cell next to yours.
Something to consider, Richie.
Just something to consider.
Coyle, how you doing?
You comfortable?
What the *** you care?
Why did you tell Hill
you murdered that family?
Why didn't you just
keep your *** mouth shut?
You might as well be asking me
why l had Frankie
go videotape me do the deed.
Then you might as well ask me
why l even do the deed at all.
lf you can't figure none of that *** out,
you don't belong here, McManus.
Fine, l don't belong here.
- Why did you tell Hill?
- Hill.
l mean, he different
than the other *** in this place.
- l wanted his respect.
- Respect.
Now l want him dead.
You happy, McManus?
You got everything you came for?
You see, l wanted his respect,
now l want him dead.
lt's a thin line between love and hate.
You got that, McManus?
You ***.
Channel 2 News brings you
shocking evidence
presented as testimony
against suspect MaIcoIm CoyIe.
BrutaI home videos of the Ciancimino
famiIy murdered one by one.
Jesus Christ.
Why they gotta show that?
Don't be a ***, O'Reily.
Hey, pal, l'm no ***, but why
they gotta put that stuff on TV?
lt's evidence in Coyle's trial.
Evidence, fine.
Show it in the *** courtroom,
but not on the *** local news.
Hey, how would you like it
if you came home, you put the tube on,
there's your grandmother with her guts
spilling out for everyone to *** see?
l wanna put on
Miss SaIIy's SchooIyard.
- Yeah, Miss Sally's got big bazooms.
- Big bazooms.
Settle down, Cyril.
You got a jabber right there.
- They put Hill in protective custody.
- That ain't gonna save his rat ***.
He gonna pay
for what he did to Snake.
The grand jury had me
going around in circles.
You did great.
Besides, they saw the videotape.
Coyle's gonna get indicted,
then convicted.
You know the best thing
about this whole thing?
Being outside.
Getting driven to the city.
The energy, the ladies.
City's got two new skyscrapers too.
But mostly...
Mostly the sense of freedom.
You know, being out of harm's way.
Like, Wangler and those guys,
they're gonna kill me.
l don't blame them.
Still not sure ratting on Coyle
was the right thing to do.
l mean, those people are dead.
This trial won't bring them back.
Meanwhile, l'm in some deep ***.
We'll take care of you.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
l got the flu. Go on with
what you were saying about Hill.
- Nobody likes a snitch.
- That's true,
but we're gonna put that aside
for the moment.
Now, what l am doing is l am
appealing to your sense of conscience.
Now, all of you here,
you have committed ***.
But only in the course
of conducting business.
lt's true, this is different.
You're all family men.
Coyle's murdering of an innocent family
threatens your families
on the outside too.
What do you want, Said?
Help me protect Hill.
All of us together.
We make it clear to Wangler
we will not tolerate
any harm coming to him.
l know the Ciancimino family a little.
Nice people, never hurt a soul.
And the father, he died in Nam.
Nam, huh?
Count the Brotherhood in.
You?
Sure.
Nappa?
Not only will no one touch Hill,
but l'll do you one better.
Yo, Nappa air-holed Snake, man.
Now, we got to air-hole Nappa.
And that cripple, snitch,
***-*** *** Hill,
we got to whack his *** too.
Chill, yo. We can't *** with
either one of them right now.
Or we have them *** Sicilians,
the Muslims, the *** ***
and the spics all over our dicks.
We gotta chill, yo.
So, what we gonna do?
Let them disrespect us like that?
Disrespect? *** that.
We just gotta wait for the right time
and then we'll nail both their ***
to the *** wall.
- You hear it?
- Word.
Mama. Mama.
Okay, Ricardo,
you think you could behave
yourself now?
- Where's lsabella?
- The baby's keeping her busy.
Yeah, she thought maybe
he was coming down with the flu.
Okay, the flu.
Papi, you told me
you'd never lie to me.
The baby has been sick.
lt's nothing serious.
Juan told her she had to stay home.
Juan, Juan.
That *** never liked me
- ever since l *** his cousin.
- You *** his cousin?
She gave me a little head
in the men's room, Juan walked in.
- Look, they've been arguing a lot.
- l told her not to marry him.
About her coming here.
She said for now
she won't be visiting you anymore.
Well, she doesn't wanna end up
divorced and with a baby.
Well, *** her then.
No, *** her
and that cabrĂ³n she married.
No, Pop, l'm dead to them.
Okay, she's dead to me.
Tell her. Tell that ***
she's *** dead to me.
l never wanna hear
her *** name again.
''Hitting the wall.''
That's what they call it.
The moment
when you can't take it anymore,
when you've pushed yourself
and strained every muscle,
when you think if you go
one more step
your body will implode.
- What do you want?
- Sometimes it's good to pray.
When you're unhappy,
ask God for his help.
- We could pray together.
- Oh, yeah?
What you should pray for
is that l don't cut you right now.
- Drop the knife.
- Why don't you come and take it?
l got a Code 1 9.
Give me it. Give me it.
You got no balls.
You got no *** balls.
You writing poetry?
- Man, l don't do that *** no more.
- Why?
Because l don't feel like it, all right?
l just don't feel like it.
Too bad. You wrote good.
Yo, Adebisi, man, leave me
the *** alone, man, please.
- Here you go, Brother Minister.
- Thank you.
We've been on this hunger strike
for four days now.
We've had no reaction
from McManus or Glynn.
That's because
they think l'm bluffing.
But soon they will see.
Don't worry, brother.
This hunger strike
won't last much longer.
The judge has accepted
our class-action suit.
That is excellent.
- So when does the trial begin?
- Two months.
- That long?
- Justice moves slowly.
lf it moves at all.
Wait. There is one more thing.
l want you to pay a visit
to the warden.
This hunger strike started
because you wouldn't allow Said
to have food in his cell at night
so he could fast during the day.
l won't grant him special status.
As of tomorrow,
two more Muslims will stop eating.
Day after that, three more will stop,
and so on and so on,
until every Muslim in Oz,
until every Muslim in every prison
in the state is on a hunger strike.
l'm not the state's attorney,
but my guess is he'd say
that the last thing you need right now
on top of the class-action suit
is a prison system full of men
dying for their faith.
Bad press, bad karma, gentlemen.
l say we let Said have his way.
Leo, you give in now,
what's to stop him
from using a hunger strike
the next time he makes demands?
We'll deal with the next time,
the next time.
Hopefully, this lawsuit will be settled.
You let him win,
his stature only grows. We lose.
Sometimes the only way to win
is to lose.
What l don't get are these treadmills.
These people that just wanna
run, run, run on a machine.
l mean, sure,
you drop a few pounds,
you tighten some sinews,
but you still haven't gone anywhere.
lt's like being a hamster
in one of them circly things in a cage.
Me?
l don't wanna be a hamster no more.
Hi.
Look, Tim, about the other day...
- You don't--
- Let me.
l completely overreacted.
Diane Wittlesey's mother dies,
you comfort her,
and l make it into this big thing
like you're still in love with her
or something.
- l'm a crying ***, is that it?
- You're ***.
- Let go of me.
- Stop. Stop. Calm down.
l was wrong. l'm an idiot. l'm sorry.
All l want is for us to be back
to where we were.
Don't you see?
We weren't anywhere.
l'm sorry if l misled you,
but you came on to me
like gangbusters,
l didn't think the sex
would mean that much.
l'm not looking
for a serious relationship.
The truth is l'm *** at commitment,
except to my job.
lf l wanted to be married,
l would still be married.
Walk away.
- l'm not asking you to marry me.
- l know.
- l just wanna be friends.
- Okay, friends.
And the sex will just be the sex.
No, l don't think
that we should *** anymore.
- Why not?
- Because *** complicates things.
- lt doesn't have to.
- Yes, it does. lt always does.
l promise, it won't.
That's not a promise you can make,
or that you can keep.
- l can.
- No.
What? What?
You don't think l'm any good in bed?
- Oh, ***.
- Claire.
Oh, no. ***.
- Claire--
- Don't.
You know, you're not
so amazing yourself.
Maybe the reason you can't commit
is because you'd rather be
sucking off one of these guys.
Oh, l'm sorry, am l hitting a nerve?
- No, you're boring me.
- ***.
***!
Giles.
Bevilaqua.
- What are you doing?
- Howell. Nice ***.
Twice in one week, Leo.
On her watch.
Alvarez almost offs himself
and now this.
- She's new.
- She's dangerous.
Bevilaqua may have
permanent brain damage.
- l'll transfer her to another unit.
- No, Leo.
Fire her now. *** fire her.
Can l have your attention, please?
Can l have your attention, please?
Gentlemen.
Okay, this is Officer Sean Murphy,
the new supervisor in Emerald City.
l've read the files on each of you.
l know you're tough.
Life in Oz sucks,
this l also know.
Don't force me
to make the days even worse.
Sean Murphy.
- He's a mick, like us.
- That's good?
Little brother,
things are definitely looking up.
- Well, hello, buttercup.
- *** it. You're *** dead, man.
You're dead, Schillinger. You are
*** dead, you *** ***.
You're *** dead,
you *** bald ***.
You are *** mine, ***.
You are *** mine.
l'm gonna need a refill there,
sweet cheeks.
You send me to the hole,
my brother is fair game for Schillinger.
Boo-***-hoo. Should've thought
of that before you lost your temper.
Okay, l'm sorry.
- Tim, mind if l handle this?
- No, go ahead. l can't reach him.
All right, let's go.
Okay, O'Reily,
l'm gonna let this pass. Once.
You *** up again,
l'll personally stomp your ***.
- Why you being so nice?
- Your file.
l know all about
you and your brother.
l got brothers, l know what it's like.
Besides, you and me,
we're both Black lrish, right?
Black as they come.
- You were Golden Gloves.
- How did you hear that?
You read my file, l read yours.
l bet you pack quite a punch.
Yeah, l had my day, sure.
My face hit the canvas just as often.
You know, my brother Cyril,
he's a boxer.
And l entered him into this competition
that McManus is organizing.
- l thought your brother was slow.
- Day to day,
but in the ring, it's like:
Man, he's so fast.
lt's like his instincts
just come right back, you know?
But the problem is,
l don't know *** about boxing.
So l was just wondering, you know,
maybe you might wanna coach Cyril.
- Me?
- Yeah.
No way, O'Reily.
That would be showing favouritism.
No, l don't mean like full-on coach,
but, l mean, just maybe kind of
watch him at a distance, you know?
Give me some pointers.
For lreland?
We'll see, kid. We'll see.
Quiet!
Quiet!
Everybody shut up, please.
Quiet down so we can get started.
That's it. Quiet.
Quiet, so we can get started.
lt's the first
Oswald boxing championships.
We've eliminated weight classes.
ln this corner, in the blue trunks,
Chucky ''The Enforcer'' Pancamo.
And in this corner,
''Throttling'' Steve Pasquin.
Come on. Come on.
Let's go.
Okay, l want you to keep it clean.
No punches below the belt,
no rabbit punches.
You obey me at all times.
Protect yourselves, go to your corners,
shake hands.
Ring the bell.
Hey, Ryan, how's Cyril?
Officer,
- get these two *** away from me.
- He is so touchy.
l was just coming over to tell you
how excited l am that Cyril's first fight
- is gonna be against James here.
- That's right, Cyril and me.
And you can't do
a *** thing about it.
Beecher bit off the tip of your ***.
How would you like to lose the rest?
Move along, O'Reily.
COs, odds are 5-to-1 in your favour.
- Ryan.
- Aunt Brenda.
Cyril.
- What did you bring?
- Your favourites.
- No, no. No.
- Ryan.
- You're in training.
- ln training? For what?
A fight.
They organized a boxing match.
Oh, Ryan, no.
You can't have the boy boxing.
Why not?
His brain's rattled enough.
Sweetheart, do you wanna box?
Hey, what are you asking him
that for?
Because l know how you bully him
into doing the things you want.
*** you.
- Ryan.
- No, *** you.
What, all of a sudden now
you're worried about Cyril?
l've always been worried about him.
Worried about both of you.
Oh, yeah? Well, then where the ***
were you when we were growing up?
Where were you when that ***
was beating on us? On Ma?
You were off at your *** Mass
while l protected Cyril. Me.
Oh, you took care of him all right.
You took care of him good.
Because of you his mind is muddled.
Because of you he's in this hellhole.
Listen, do us a favour, you old ***,
and drop *** dead, all right?
- Come on, Cyril.
- You got the devil in you, Ryan.
Just like your father.
Come on, Cyril.
Move it.
Cyril's got the next fight.
- Who's he up against?
- Robson.
l watched Robson train. He's tough.
But he keeps his left real low.
- Tell your brother to hook him.
- But is that gonna be enough?
l mean, l don't want Cyril
getting any more damaged.
- Pull him out.
- No *** way.
There's gotta be something else
l can do to give him an edge.
- You know the story of the Black lrish?
- No.
Back in the 1 600s,
after the Armada was defeated,
Spanish sailors washed up
on the shores of lreland.
Couldn't speak a word of English.
But they figured out how to survive.
Survival.
lt's in your blood, O'Reily.
You'll figure out something.
Hey.
So how come you Christians
don't got nobody boxing?
We made a decision not to participate.
lt's morally wrong.
Right.
You still working bedpan duty
in the hospital ward?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
You wanna make a little extra cash?
Maybe.
What are you doing? Wait!
Shut the *** up.
How you feeling? You feeling good?
You feeling good? Feeling good?
Good round. You gotta keep jabbing.
Don't rely on that right all the time.
Watch your body, work the jab.
lt's all good, man. Come on.
lt's all good. All right.
Feeling good? Feeling good?
Sit down.
What the *** is wrong with you?
You got 1 5 pounds on this guy.
He's treating you like a doll.
Take a drink.
James, one more drink. Looks good.
Come on. Where's the bucket?
Wake up. Wake up.
Now you got your *** kicked
that round.
What the *** are you looking at?
Get your eyes off the ring. Take a drink.
Nice, man. You're ***
kicking the *** out of him.
Three more minutes.
One more round for the Brotherhood.
When you're in a race,
you wanna win.
You wanna win
no matter what it takes.
Win at aII costs.
*** you. *** you.
l was a sprinter. Yeah, l was
great with the short distance.
Man, you shoot that starting gun off
and l would go. Fast.
Man, l could travel the 50-yard dash
in 6.5 seconds. No ***.
l came at it natural.
ln my hood, you had to learn to run
before you learned to walk.
Officer Murphy?
l'm supposed to have
a dialysis treatment now.
You're wrong, Rebadow.
lt's not listed on today's sheet.
When l had my last appointment,
Dr. Nathan told the medical assistant
to schedule one for this morning.
Well, maybe Nathan
changed her mind.
l'll call, check it out.
No, all l got down here
is you having visiting hours at 3.
- My mother is coming.
- Your mother?
- Are you sick?
- No, Mama.
- You were never a very good liar.
- l have diabetes.
We seem to be getting our share
of bad diagnoses these days.
What with little Alex's leukaemia.
l got the picture you sent of him
in SeaWorld.
That trip. l can't tell you,
it did him so much good.
After SeaWorld, he was glowing.
Now he's starting to falter again.
l wish there was more l could do.
There is. Meet him.
- No.
- He's your grandchild.
Mama, no.
l told them the truth about you.
- What?
- l know. l know.
l broke my word.
But for Christ sakes,
you've never seen your own son,
your own grandson.
All these years, all the lies.
Telling them you died years ago.
l don't wanna go to my grave knowing
some promise l made 30 years ago
kept you from your family.
Meeting them won't do any good.
Not meeting them
hasn't done any good either.
Here you go, Rebadow.
The Diabetes Diet Delight.
Hurry, Rebadow.
- l'm going as fast as l can.
- Hurry before Schillinger shows.
Every day, every meal, he spits
in my food and makes me eat it.
- So spit in Schillinger's food.
- Are you kidding?
He'd yank out my salivary glands.
Busmalis.
Too late.
You wanna trade?
Bob.
Bob.
Get a line started.
He's in shock.
lV bolus of DF-50.
- Did he go to dialysis today?
- He...
What?
Didn't l tell you to schedule him?
- l forgot.
- You forgot?
He could have died, you ***.
You feeling better?
Quite a scare, huh?
ls there anything else
l can do for you?
May l use the phone?
Mama?
l've changed my mind.
- Adebisi, you just pinch me?
- No, boss.
l know what you did.
You said Dr. Nathan
wanted to take my blood,
but l know you used it
to infect someone.
You know it's true.
You pricked some prick with a needle,
hoping to give him AlDS.
Who is it?
Come on, Adebisi, tell me. Who?
You are delirious.
Adebisi, l don't get it.
Why would you wanna
transfer out of the cafeteria
to take care of a bunch of ***, huh?
- You don't like ***?
- Well, what do you think?
Out there, l hated them.
But here,
sometimes you need
your *** sucked.
Yeah, well, that's one of the many
differences between you and me.
See, l got self-control.
Yeah, l wish l was more like you.
To me,
a *** is a ***.
A perverted sick animal. l can't stand
having one of them near me.
But you Sicilians,
you kiss each other on the cheek.
- That's respect, not sex.
- Respect.
l got you, boss.
Antonio.
l got the results back from your test.
- l don't know how to tell you this.
- Be straight.
You're HlV-positive.
- What?
- l'm sorry.
Doctor, that is not possible.
Correct me if l'm wrong,
the only way to get AlDS
is by having sex or sharing a needle.
Well, l haven't done either,
and l'm not Haitian.
You don't have AlDS,
you're HlV-positive.
The tests are wrong.
- l double-checked.
- Triple-check.
- l know this is hard for you to accept.
- lt's impossible.
l'm gonna schedule you counselling,
make arrangements for your transfer--
- Transfer?
- State policy.
All inmates who test positive for HlV
are to be isolated in one place.
l wanna talk to the warden.
All right.
This isn't happening to me.
Skipper, l don't get it.
Somebody must have monkeyed
with the tests.
All l know for sure is
Glynn says l gotta move to E.
- You mean we're not gonna see you?
- That's what isolated means, Chucky.
The inmates in E,
they don't mingle with gen pop.
Until l get back,
you're in charge. Okay?
Okay.
See you, boss.
***.
Lights out.
So Dr. Nathan says you'll be back
in Em City by the end of the day.
Good. My bedsores got bedsores.
You know, given the fact that
you had two stab wounds in the back,
l'd say your recovery is miraculous.
They'll need a lot more than
some shank to take me out.
- You still have no idea who they are.
- No.
lt was dark.
They came at me from behind.
They're chicken ***.
See, the problem is,
we know Schillinger stabbed you.
Or had somebody do it.
- But we have no proof.
- Don't you just hate that?
- You don't seem very torn up by this.
- You got shot in that riot, right?
That little handshake with death
kind of changes your perspective
on things, huh?
Had every right to snitch out Schillinger,
he's got every right to come after me.
- Mail.
- Ain't that right, Vern?
Nothing for you today, Keller.
No get-well cards,
no floral bouquets,
not even a funeral wreath.
We know you're responsible,
Schillinger.
Me?
Well, l'll admit, metaphorically it fits.
He stabbed me in the back,
so l stabbed him.
But l didn't.
l wish to Christ l had.
Of course, if it had been me,
you'd be dead.
Godspeed.
- Thanks for seeing me, Sister.
- That's why God made office hours.
- Beecher's not around?
- No. Why? ls this about him?
You know...
You know what went on
between us, right?
l know that Tobias
was in love with you
and that you broke
his arms and his legs.
Jesus Christ, you put it that way
it makes me sound so cold.
So why don't you rephrase it
so you come out the hero?
l am sorry. What l did was wrong.
And l wanna make it up to him.
l hear you got this victim-offender
interaction program starting up.
l wanna sign up.
Well, it takes two to swing dance.
Tobias has to be willing to participate.
l know that.
That's why l'm here. He likes you.
He respects you.
lf you suggest it to him,
he'll come along.
Do you really care about him?
You got no reason to believe me,
but, yeah.
Okay. l'll see what l can do.
KeIIer.
l don't know what your scam is,
- but l'm not buying it.
- What?
Seeing Sister Pete today,
asking her if we can be in her program.
No scam. lt's like l been saying,
l wanna make this right between us.
How? l can't trust you.
l can't trust myself anymore.
My *** feelings are...
The only thing l know for sure is this:
l'm gonna get Schillinger.
- l can help you with that.
- l don't need your help.
Yeah? What are you gonna do,
get that jizzbag all by yourself?
Ask Metzger.
Oh, yeah? What, you killed Metzger?
You know, when l hit Kathy Rockwell,
when l realized l had taken her life,
l was full of remorse,
full of self-loathing,
because l hadn't intended to kill her.
But Metzger,
that was sweet.
You know what else was sweet?
Sticking that shank in your back.
- lt was you?
- Never considered that, huh?
That it could've been me,
standing in that storage room
watching you stack copying paper.
And then, boom, boom, baby.
Toby, was it you?
No.
But for a second,
you believed it could have been.
lt could have been good old Toby.
- You didn't kill Metzger.
- No.
How could a little *** *** like me
hurt anyone?
Hey, if you weren't
in the storage room,
how did you know
l was shelving copying paper?
l don't know.
***, maybe it was me.
Now l gotta pray.
Pray that God shows me the way
to *** Schillinger.
Number?
Number?
Nine, nine, S,
three, three, three.
That boy's last name,
know what it was?
Schillinger.
Yeah!
Prisoner number 99S333,
Andrew Peter Schillinger.
Convicted February 1 6, '99.
*** in the second degree,
possession of narcotics.
Sentence: 50 years.
Up for parole in 20.