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Napoleon Bonaparte.
A poor ltalian boy who grew up
to be the emperor of the French
and almost the whole world.
Well, maybe ''grew up''
is the wrong way to say it,
since he was never taller than 5'2'',
but you don't have to be a big man
to make a big difference.
- l'm telling you, Metzger's dead.
- What happened?
Someone cut his throat.
- Who?
- Nobody knows.
Then you find out.
- l'm glad Metzger's dead.
- He beat me for no reason.
We may be glad the ***'s gone
till somebody worse takes his place.
Leo, you know the relationship
between the unit manager
and the CO supervisor
has to be one of mutual respect
and trust.
- Yes.
- So l don't wanna promote
someone
who's already working here.
Someone who already has
their loyalties, their prejudices.
l wanna bring in a CO
from the outside.
- You know a guy?
- Yes, Sean Murphy.
We grew up together. He's been
working the last eight years at Attica.
l trust him with my life, Leo.
ln this job, you'll have to.
So is that a yes?
- Do l ever say no to you?
- Well, good,
because he's already on his way.
l don't get these *** hacks.
One of their own gets offed,
and it's, like, no big deal.
No lockdown, no inquiry,
no memorial service.
Maybe they knew Metzger
was with us.
Maybe we gotta start
an investigation of our own.
Hey, watch your step, ***.
You spit in my food.
Yeah, no ***.
Now, sit down here and eat it.
Here we go.
Ryan, come on.
We're late making breakfast.
l told you, we're not working
the kitchen this morning.
- l have to go see my lawyer.
- l'm hungry.
l can go myself.
- No, can't.
- l'm hungry.
Would you quit sweating me, Cyril?
Come on, O'Reily, l need some ***.
All right, what's he saying?
Hey. Hey, Cyril.
- Hey. Hey, Cyril.
- Hello.
Jim Robson. Remember me?
- No.
- l was in--
l was in Unit B
when you first came into Oz.
l'm buddies with Vern.
Hey, first time since then
l seen you without your brother.
- Ryan's coming.
- He's no fun.
But you and me,
we could have some fun.
Why don't you give me some of that
sweet *** l been hearing about?
Knock it off! Knock it off!
- He hit first!
- Get him to the hole!
- And, you, back to your unit!
- *** off!
Break it up. Come on, now.
Hey, Gloria.
l just met with my lawyer.
Because l confessed
to having Cyril kill your husband,
the DA agreed to only add on 40 years
to my sentence.
Life plus 40 *** years, Gloria!
All for you.
Cyril.
l wanna see my brother.
l wanna see my brother!
Timmy, when you called me up
about working here, l was...
Apprehensive?
Oz doesn't exactly have
the best reputation these days.
Yeah, but that's
why l want you here.
l think you and me together
could turn this place around.
Hey, McManus!
You gotta get my brother
out of the hole, man.
- He hit another inmate.
- Come on.
You know what that's about.
These nazi ***. They taunt him.
Cyril wouldn't provoke a fight,
and you know it.
- Okay.
- This is *** ***!
l said, okay. l'll look into it.
Now, get lost.
- Jesus Christ.
- Who's that?
Ryan O'Reily.
- Good lrish mug.
- l don't know about good, but, yeah.
l actually saw that little brouhaha.
lt got me thinking.
At Attica, you organized
a boxing program, right?
- Yeah.
- Maybe we could try that here.
Great.
All we need is time, gloves
and a good insurance policy.
Each group, the Muslims,
the lrish, the ltalians, whatever,
will promote one boxer.
Then we'll have a series
of elimination bouts
until there are two finalists.
And then we have
the big championship bout.
Organized violence?
- lt's worked in other prisons, Ray.
- No, he's right.
Whether it's rodeo or baseball,
sporting events focus the inmates'
aggression in a very positive way.
lt's not their aggression
l'm concerned about. lt's the gambling.
You start this, the bets
are gonna be all over.
lt's already all over the place, Leo.
These guys bet on everything
from the Super Bowl
to tic-tac-***-toe.
l mean, it's not like drugs.
lt's not hurting anyone.
Leo?
Let's see if
the commissioner signs on.
- l've done some boxing before.
- Yeah, me too.
Yeah, where, the Special Olympics?
My brother, Cyril,
was a Golden Gloves champ.
- There gonna be a purse?
- No.
- Then what's the point?
- For the greater glory of your tribe.
That's right. Hit that ***!
Hit it! Harder!
Jab, jab, right. Jab, jab, right.
NapoIeon once said
that men are more easiIy governed
by their vices than their virtues.
One, two, three...
Five, six, seven, eight...
That's it.
He also said:
''There's only one step
from the sublime to the ridiculous.''
Napoleon must've
known Tim McManus.
Yo, McManus.
Coyle,
got your new work assignment:
barbershop.
What's up with that?
Snake work in the kitchen with me.
Kenny, l thought l was still
running this unit.
l told you to stop calling me Kenny.
My name is Bricks.
Bricks. Right.
This is Nappa's doing.
- Think so?
- Sure.
***'s got a hair across
his wrinkly *** for me.
Nappa.
- Yo, Nappa.
- Get those bottles out of here, pronto.
Yo, Nappa.
Nappa!
lt's Mr. Nappa.
- Why you take Snake out the kitchen?
- Wasn't me.
McManus had his own plans
for the boy.
Get him to change his mind.
There are some things
not even l am capable of.
*** out of here. That's ***.
Okay, l don't like him.
l don't trust your little pal Coyle.
- l do.
- Then the two of you
can cuddle
in the privacy of your cell,
but he's not working in my cafeteria.
Are we clear on that, Bricks?
Now, get to work.
So your father was a barber, huh?
Oh, yeah, l cut my teeth
watching him cut hair.
Good. l could use some real help
around here.
You know, the guys they send me
don't know the difference
between a Princeton and a bowl cut.
How's that?
- Nice.
- Yeah? Good.
- Anything else?
- Wouldn't mind a shave.
Well, l wouldn't mind a ***
from Neve Campbell.
Yo, l'll shave him.
l need the practice.
Suit yourself, chief. l'm going
up to the roof and have a smoke.
White folks, man, so dumb.
Daddy wasn't no *** barber.
You paralyzed, right?
Don't want you running away
on me.
- Sharp.
- Hey, Coyle.
- Call me Snake.
- l changed my mind, man.
What? Ain't nothing like a clean shave,
a close shave.
Don't squirm.
You gonna make me nick your neck.
So what you in here for, Augustus?
***. Killed a cop.
Sweet. But l got you beat.
See, l whacked a whole family:
Mama, Daddy...
...two little sweet, adorable kids...
...sweet old gramps.
- What'd this family do to you?
- Not a thing.
- Then why you kill them?
- For fun.
- And how you kill them?
- Take a guess.
You slit their throats?
- Why you *** with me, man?
- l ain't *** with you.
You up in Oz for armed robbery.
That l am. See, l never got caught
for the murders.
- And never will.
- Give me my wheelchair, man.
Yes, sir. Yes, master.
We aim to please.
Hey, you clowns remember
a couple of months back,
a family named Ciancimino
getting slaughtered?
Yes. As l recall, the murders
were particularly brutal.
And they never found the killer.
- Think l have.
- Who?
Never mind who.
He told me he did it, the ***.
- You know the family?
- No.
Then why you so bent out of shape?
Listen, l ain't no saint. Not even close.
l killed somebody.
l did one wrong thing, taking a life.
And l'm doing time for it, you know.
Seth, toss that down here.
This *** has got no remorse.
He took those lives for pure pleasure.
He had no reason to kill.
And he's getting away with it.
Kids today. There's no honour,
no ethics, no values.
That's because no one's
willing to stop the erosion.
No one has a vested interest
in justice anymore.
Those two kids,
one was only 1 8 months old.
Lunch!
l got conflicting codes here.
One: l'm not a rat.
And two: l keep thinking about those
kids not having a chance at a life.
lf those were my kids,
l'd want somebody to speak for them.
Then you have to be sure.
And are you?
Are you sure that he murdered them?
Yeah.
Look. l haven't spent
that much time around Coyle.
He doesn't strike me
as a man that's honest.
As a poser, as a braggart, yes.
A man that's trying to get credit
he hasn't earned.
Just like Jiggy Walker.
You remember him?
Then l should what?
Talk to him.
Get him to tell you the full story.
- And if l think he's telling the truth?
- Well, that's when it gets hard.
You have to convince him
to confess.
l'm *** the wife, right?
Her throat gurgling for air,
the baby over here,
crying in the crib.
So l gots to pull out the ***.
Blood everywhere. l mean, all over.
So l go lean into the little ***.
Stabbed it right in the heart.
***! You the sick
***, damn!
Yo, you should turn yourself in, yo.
No, no, no. Think about it.
Think on it. Think on it.
Your ***'d be famous, yo.
You'd be name in the paper,
picture on TV.
You'd be like Manson up here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. And l'd be moving
straight to death row.
- No thanks, homey.
- ***, you full of ***.
You doubting my word, ***?
Yo, you remember the ***
used to be up here,
what's his name, Jiggy Walker?
Big-*** talker.
Came in here talking about, you know,
he sold drugs to the governor.
The whole nine, lying through
his gold-*** teeth. Look at you.
You know what? *** you.
*** this Jiggy ***.
l don't care. l ain't lying.
All l'm saying, yo, is,
you ain't lying, give me proof.
- l got proof.
- Right.
l got a videotape.
Get the *** out of here.
Remember my homey Franklin,
up there in Polo Ground?
He came with me,
minicammed the whole dark deed.
- That's a sick ***.
- When l do it, l do it!
- ***!
- What?
Yo, that's a tape l wanna see.
- Me too, yo.
- ***.
l'd like to see that ***.
Your *** need to be in here,
***.
There's no deal to be made here,
Hill.
- You get nothing out of this.
- He knows.
Coyle will deny everything.
His word versus yours.
There's a videotape
that a friend of his has.
Christ.
l'll call the DA.
What you're doing takes balls.
Yeah, well, still hope l have mine
after this is over,
you know what l'm saying?
Damn.
Our man Napoleon
conquered a lot of places,
created a lot of laws
that we still use today,
and made his mark on history.
And what does he get for it?
They name a dessert after him.
They named a beef after Wellington.
*** Caesar got a salad.
But Napoleon?
He's on the tray with sweets,
next to the crème brûlée.
On behaIf of the eight inmates
who were kiIIed,
and the 20 who were injured,
I am fiIing a cIass-action suit
against the governor,
the Department of Corrections,
and the OswaId CorrectionaI FaciIity.
- Yeah, ***!
- Yeah!
We beIieve excessive force was used
by the prison administration
vioIating my cIient's civiI rights.
We are therefore Iooking for damages
at $45 miIIion.
From the state courthouse,
Rick Donn for ChanneI 2 News.
- Ghost of Scott Ross rears its head.
- Nobody knows you shot him.
Yeah, but if there's a trial,
they'll be digging up *** again.
- Maybe this time they'll find out.
- Maybe the state'll settle out of court.
Devlin's not gonna settle.
That'd be admitting guilt.
Maybe it's time to tell the truth.
Tim, if they find out l murdered
Scott Ross, l go to jail.
- Maybe.
- Well, yeah, maybe.
Maybe because
of the circumstances--
Because l got a 1 0-year-old daughter,
l got a dying mother.
--maybe they only fire me.
And you, for lying.
Do either of us wanna
take that risk?
Respect. Respect.
- Can you feel it?
- Oh, yeah.
- Everyone is recharged.
- Dinner!
- Let's go eat.
- Actually, l can't. l have a visitor.
Who, the lawyer?
Tricia Ross.
Again? She's already agreed
to be part of the lawsuit.
Why do you need to see her
a second time?
She has asked me
for spiritual counselling.
Then send her to a priest.
- How dare you, Arif?
- Minister Said, with all due respect,
Schillinger's telling everyone
you're attracted to the girl.
Don't you think seeing her again
might get misconstrued?
Then let it be misconstrued.
l know my heart is pure.
- What's that mean?
- lt's just a greeting.
Well, l gotta tell you,
ever since the announcement,
l've become sort of a celebrity.
Yes. Everywhere l go,
beauty parlour, Wal-Mart,
people l know say
they saw me on the news.
l have something for you.
Somewhere.
l wanted you to have this.
l can't accept that.
No, in Emerald City,
we're not permitted
to have such personal items.
Well, maybe you could...
...just hide it under your pillow, then.
''TeII the beIieving men
to lower their gaze
and guard their sexuality.
That is pure for them.
lndeed,
God is aware of what they do.''
*** desire is a powerful part
of human nature.
- Am l right, minister?
- Yes.
Such desire needs only the slightest
encouragement to become ignited.
Am l right?
Yes.
ln lslam, we believe
eliminating temptation
is more effective
than trying to resist it.
Yes.
That is why men and women
who are not married, or mahram,
are forbidden to interact
with one another
or be alone together.
Am l right?
Am l right?
Yes, Arif.
You are right.
We MusIims beIieve
that appetites of the body
such as food, drink, sex,
can tie us to a dependency on,
or preoccupation with,
our physical desires.
Therefore, we fast,
denying ourselves those needs,
while we strengthen
our spiritual nature.
lf you're asking me for permission
to fast, l don't care.
- Stop eating.
- lt's more complex than that.
According to the revelations
of the prophet, praise be on him,
l am only allowed to abstain
during daylight hours.
At sunset, l must break my fast.
l must also have a pre-dawn meal
before resuming my fast the next day.
But at sunset and pre-dawn
you're in lockdown.
Exactly.
Which is why l need your consent
to have food in my cell.
This isn't Burger King.
You can't have it your way.
- You don't deserve special treatment.
- Of course.
But l would be willing
to make a trade.
Drop the lawsuit.
l'm not alone in the lawsuit,
McManus.
- Not up to me.
- ***. You instigated this.
You convinced them to sue,
now tell them not to.
Now, why do you care, McManus?
You're not even named
as a defendant.
l wanna put this riot behind us.
We must never allow anybody
to forget those three days.
Right now, we're on
the edge of oblivion.
We're on the brink of disaster.
Now, before we all join hands
and jump,
l want another chance. Wait. Wait.
l won't allow you
to forget the promise you made.
- l haven't.
- Then you permit me to fast
- according to the tenets of my faith?
- No.
You know, denying me my rights
to practice my religion
is unconstitutional.
Yeah? What are you gonna do?
File another lawsuit?
No.
You won't permit me to fast,
l will go on hunger strike.
You were right about Tim McManus.
He's dreamy.
l don't recall ever saying
Tim McManus was dreamy.
- We been going out.
- Oh, yeah?
Let me guess. First he took you
to Al's Diner on Chisholm.
Yeah.
He told you that his dad
owned a diner up near Attica,
how living outside that prison
changed his life.
Yeah.
Second date he cancelled,
too much work.
And then he took you
to Ma Plume Blanche
at Top of the Tower.
The two of you sat
watching the city all sparkle.
He said he had feelings for you.
And then you went back
to his apartment and ***.
Actually, we *** after the diner.
- Well, speak of the *** little devil.
- Diane, can l talk to you alone?
Hey, Sparkle, why the long face?
l just talked to the hospital.
They've been trying to reach you
all day.
Your mother died.
l'm sorry.
No, it's okay.
She's been sick a long time.
You know,
we've been expecting this.
Boy...
ls there anything l can do?
No, l gotta go over to the hospital
and start funeral arrangements.
Can you get someone
to cover my shift?
- lt's already done.
- Thanks, Tim.
- Can l drive you?
- l got my car.
- l gotta pick up my daughter.
- l can do that.
No, l think she should be with me.
l wanna tell her.
Okay.
Napoleon was a great seducer
of beautiful and taller women.
He once said, ''ln war, as in love,
one must meet in close quarters
to get things over with.''
There ain't no closer quarters
than in Oz, baby.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Hear from Diane?
Yeah, she called
just a couple of minutes ago.
- How's she doing?
- Well, how do you think?
She's a mess.
Strange, given the fact her mother's
been dying for what, a year?
Well, l found a great restaurant
for us.
- Rubiletta. lt's a new ltalian place.
- Look, l'm gonna have to cancel.
l promised Diane
l'd come by the funeral home.
Okay.
You said it was over
between you two.
- lt is. We're friends.
- Doesn't seem that way.
Today, in the lounge...
- Her mother had just died.
- l saw the way you were holding her.
That was more than comfort.
Don't laugh at me!
Claire, what the ***
are we talking about here?
- You and Diane, you and me.
- There is no me and Diane.
And to be perfectly honest,
there is no you and me!
- We went out twice!
- No, we *** twice!
- So what?
- You said you had feelings for me.
l did, but if you're gonna
turn into some cloying ***--
Oh, l'm a *** cloying ***,
is that it?
- Oh, and they're ***--
- Claire--
- Let go of me. Let go of me.
- Calm down!
- Stop it!
- Get off me!
Let go of me!
- Are you gonna calm down?
- Get off me.
Let go!
- You're gonna get yourself fired.
- *** you!
- Yeah, can l help you?
- We're here to see my son,
Carlo Ricardo.
Okay. Step through
to the admitting office.
- Hey!
- Hi.
Where's Mommy?
Doesn't still have the flu, does she?
No, she's at choir practice.
You know how Father Annas is
about missing practice.
But you're in the choir.
l quit. l've been busy
with the baby and all.
- Sergio?
- He's working.
Sergio doesn't want
to come here anymore, son.
Mommy?
l'm not gonna lie to you.
She doesn't wanna see you like this.
l understand.
Come on. Doesn't mean
she doesn't love you.
l understand.
lsabella, you got any pictures
of the baby?
So Cohn says to me,
with the shank in his hand:
''l stuck it in his head,
but l didn't kill him.''
Was there ever a time
you were afraid?
One time? How about every time?
Just because l'm not down on the floor
anymore with you men and women,
doesn't mean l don't
whisper a little prayer
every time l walk through
the *** gates.
Well, going home.
lf l'm late for dinner again,
my wife's gonna tan my ***.
- Thanks for the drink, sir.
- Yeah.
- Good night.
- Everybody, travel safe.
- You want something, Clayton?
- l should drive you home.
What are you saying,
l had one too many?
Two too many. There's also something
l wanna talk to you about,
and since you got a buzz going,
now's my best chance.
What, you got complaints?
You just started.
No, the salary's fine.
lt's being in the lobby all day long.
l didn't train to be a CO
so l could sit behind a reception desk.
- l wanna be assigned to a cell block.
- No.
What'd l tell you
when you applied for the job?
l promised your father,
as he was dying,
that l'd take care of you.
l'm not letting you
anywhere near the prisoners.
Then l quit.
l'll go get a job in another prison
where they'll let me
deal with the inmates.
What the hell are you trying to prove?
That you're as tough as your dad?
Clayton, he died in here,
his heart bleeding in my arms.
- l'm not going through that with you.
- l'm not 1 0 years old anymore, Leo.
You can't stop me.
We'll figure this out tomorrow, okay?
- Hey, give me your keys.
- No, l can drive myself.
This conversation
just sobered me up.
What the *** you doing?
Stop that! Stop that!
You ain't so bad now, huh?
- Come on.
- Get back there.
Now who's the man, huh? *** you!
Who? Who?
Take him to the hole!
You okay?
Go to the hospital,
get yourself checked out.
l'm okay.
- What's this about?
- *** *** is crazy.
Mumbling some ***
about his mother, man.
What the *** you looking at?
Napoleon's final defeat
came at Waterloo.
Must've been embarrassing.
You're the *** emperor.
You conquered all of Europe,
only to lose in a place
with a stupid name like Waterloo,
or Watergate, or Whitewater.
Note to politicians: Stay on land.
Larry, ever since we reinstituted
the death penaIty
the courts have been cIogged
with needIess appeaIs
by convicted murderers trying
to escape their rightfuI punishment.
So the IegisIature has agreed
to reduce fees paid
to court-appointed Iawyers
in *** cases.
And some of these Iawyers,
who are against capitaI punishment,
have been padding their biIIs
in order to say:
''You see, it's too expensive... ''
WeII, I say Iet them take advantage
of taxpayers somewhere eIse.
The court rejected our appeal.
So, what's the next step?
Well, normally, the next step--
The last step
is the state supreme court.
Let's do that, then.
What's the matter, Lawrence?
l'm recusing myself
as your attorney.
What?
Why? Was it something l said?
Something l did?
Not at all. Not at-- lt--
lt's just that with these new lower fees
that the state's paying,
l can't afford to work
on your defence.
*** cases are complicated.
They take a lot of time,
and l've been neglecting
the rest of my practice.
What'll happen to me, then?
The court will appoint you
another lawyer.
One that won't be as good.
Because the ones that'll take the jobs
at lower rates
are the ones no one else will hire.
l'm sorry.
- Oh, my.
- What's the matter, Shirley?
lt just hit me for the first time.
l'm gonna die.
- Hi, Dad.
- Vern, l've got bad news.
Only kind of news you ever got.
- Andy has been arrested.
- Christ. For what?
l don't know.
Drugs, beating up some ***.
- The lawyer's trying to sort it out.
- Which lawyer? Don't use Zanger.
No, the court-appointed lawyer.
What, a public defender?
Hire a real *** attorney, Dad!
l don't have the money, Vern.
l talked to the PD on the phone.
She sounds smart.
She?
- What's her name?
- l don't know. l think it's Goldberg.
Jesus *** Christ, Dad.
l need you to take care of this.
What the ***
do you think l'm doing?
And l'm gonna tell you one thing,
l ain't throwing good money after bad.
And your two boys are bad.
Yeah, well,
the apple doesn't fall very far.
You wanted to see me?
l gotta get out of this place.
There's a reason
you're in protective custody.
We want you to live long enough
to testify against Schillinger.
Warden, l stay in here,
l die of boredom.
You wanted magazines,
l sent magazines.
How many times a day
can a guy jerk off?
- l don't know. Depends on the guy.
- l gotta go back to Em City.
l ain't worried about Schillinger.
l'll take care of myself.
l want that *** to see
that l'm not punking out.
- The *** is she wearing for a bra?
- Hey, Keller. Back so soon?
Ain't no Miss Sally
in protective custody.
Don't.
You realize we've only kissed once?
ln all these months, once.
All l've been thinking about
is kissing you again.
- Hey, l said don't.
- Get your--
l did what you asked!
l ratted out Schillinger and Metzger.
Do you know what that means?
Toby, you know what that cost me?
Unless this is just another scheme
you and Schillinger cooked up.
How am l supposed to trust you?
Put myself in that position again?
Be that vulnerable again?
Keller knows if he *** with me,
he's a dead man.
Well, if you're coming, ***,
come on and bring it.
l need that plasma right away.
We need to start an lV. l need some
Vaseline gauze and some combine.
Jesus. l think he may have
a punctured lung.
Hell, Mr. Keller's got about
three or four *** now.
You asked to be assigned
to the kitchen again.
Now you're saying
you don't wanna work there?
There's too many bad memories,
bad feelings.
Nappa, Wangler.
They don't trust me. l don't trust them.
l don't want to fall back
into my old ways.
Well, the dress factory's
always looking for new workers.
No.
lf l can,
l would like to work in the AlDS ward.
Wow, we don't get many volunteers
for the AlDS ward.
ln Africa,
AlDS is much worse than here.
l would like to learn something
about the disease,
so maybe someday...
...l can help my people.
Now, these men are in the final stages
of the disease.
You can't do more
than make them comfortable
and treat them with dignity.
Robbie Gerth needs his medicine,
bed seven.
- Who are you?
- Adebisi. Take this.
Yummy.
You know, l didn't come
to Oz with AlDS.
l caught it like the brass ring.
You ever *** anybody up the ***?
- Yes.
- Were you protected?
No.
Dr. Nathan asked me
to take some more blood from you.
- She just took my blood a minute ago.
- She dropped it.
Adebisi, you just pinch me?
No, boss.
History tells us that Napoleon
was the first guy to utter:
''lf you want something done right,
do it yourself.''
But how can we be sure?
What if old Napoleon's butcher said it
to him, while slicing up some salami,
and Napoleon, being no dummy,
said, ''l gotta write that down''?
Miguel Alvarez is showing
increased signs of agitation
- since Dr. Garvey took him off Zoloft.
- Well, that's no surprise.
And l can't say for sure,
but he really looks thinner.
l doubt that's a reaction
to the withdrawal.
You don't suppose
Dr. Garvey would change his mind
and put Alvarez
back on antidepressants?
No. He's not a doctor,
he's a walking ledger.
Every decision he makes is based on
maintaining the HMO's profit margin.
l have an interview with him
in a few minutes
during which he'll decide whether
or not he wants to keep me on staff.
What are you saying?
l'm saying it may be time to go.
- Dr. Nathan, Rebadow's awake.
- Thank you.
What's going on with Rebadow?
He went into insulin shock.
He's got diabetes.
Diabetes?
- l don't have diabetes.
- You do now.
This happens sometimes, later in life.
Body starts shutting down.
You'll have to
take injections regularly,
go on dialysis weekly,
and alter your diet.
Mom's fudge.
My mother makes the best fudge.
She sends me a batch once a month.
l guess you'll have to be satisfied
with the food in the cafeteria.
Now, let's see.
You've worked here at Oswald
almost two years.
You like working here?
lf you're asking me whether
l enjoy myself, l'd have to say no.
Then why do you wanna stay?
Because what we do here's
important.
There's a real need
for proper health care.
Yeah, proper health care,
not excessive.
l know you don't support
the privatization
of the system here at Oz.
But by paying Weigert a fixed rate,
no matter what care
the inmate requires,
the state reduces its costs.
But because Weigert gets paid
the same amount
no matter what treatment
we prescribe,
wouldn't you limit my ability to call in
specialists, or to use expensive tests?
This is no different than HMOs
in the public sector.
There is a difference.
The state has laws
to protect consumers
against cuts in medical services.
There are no such laws for inmates.
Weigert has no incentive
to provide quality care.
Look, we're both doctors.
l mean, l took the same oath you did.
Then why cut Miguel Alvarez's
antidepressants?
Because, as l told you,
l consider this unnecessary care.
And if you hadn't spent too much
money on unnecessary care,
the state wouldn't have
had to bring us in.
- Alvarez is suicidal.
- Well, maybe it's all for the best.
What?
Well, God knows he's not
doing anyone any good alive.
*** you.
This interview is over. l'm hereby
giving you two weeks' notice.
Knock yourself out, ***.
- Ray.
- Hi.
- What's going on?
- Nothing.
Do l look especially gullible
to you today?
You hide a sandwich under your
vestments, which you never wear,
- and l'm supposed to think it's SOP?
- Pete, l can't talk about it.
Oh, some confidentiality
between you and a prisoner.
l'm doing solitary.
There's four Catholics
currently residing in solitary.
There's O'Brien, there's Bevilaqua,
Hevern,
Alvarez.
You're bringing food that he likes
to cheer him up.
No, because then
there's no confidentiality problem.
You're bringing food to Alvarez...
...because he's not being fed.
Because of what he did
to Officer Rivera,
the COs in solitary
are trying to starve him.
You should've been a cop.
Did Alvarez tell you this? How
do you know he's telling the truth?
- Why would he lie?
- Some prisoners,
particularly in solitary,
become delusional, paranoid.
How do l find out
if they're feeding him?
lf l ask them, and it's true,
they're just gonna find
another way to *** with him.
l have to give him
the benefit of the doubt.
What's with the dress?
High Holy Day or something?
Miguel.
Give us some privacy.
Here, eat.
l'm not hungry.
What do you mean
you're not hungry?
You said you haven't eaten
in two days.
Take the sandwich.
Take the damn sandwich!
l don't want the *** sandwich!
*** you!
- Get out of my ***--!
- You little ***! ***.
Come on. Out!
Stop it. Open this door!
For God's sake!
l think Keller will live.
Well, l'll start an inquiry,
try to figure out who stabbed him.
Well, l got a guess. Schillinger.
- We need to prove that.
- Leo, excuse me.
We need to do more than that.
We need to deal
with the ongoing violence
we have here between inmates
and between inmates and COs.
- Good luck.
- Wait a minute.
What if we were to initiate a program
where victims of violence,
prisoner or staff,
get to interact with the offender.
- Sorry l'm late.
- lnteract?
- That sounds a little New Age.
- Hear me out.
The process has to be initiated
by the victim.
We can't force either party
to participate unless they want to.
lf both parties agree,
l will meet with them separately
and talk about
what they might be getting
out of this eventual interaction.
And only then,
when they're both ready,
do they actually get to meet
face to face.
And then what?
Talk about their feelings?
Yeah, the victim expresses his fear,
his anger, whatever.
And the offender gets to express
his remorse, or whatever.
And, hopefully, they can both move on.
l think it's a great idea.
l just wish that l'd thought of it.
Alvarez, what?
Leo, l want Sister Pete's new program
to start
with Eugene Rivera
and Miguel Alvarez.
- Oh, really?
- She'll talk to Alvarez,
and then she'll contact Rivera,
see if he's interested,
and if he is, l want you
to release Miguel from solitary.
You know,
l heard about what happened today.
l think that'd be enough
to convince you
that Alvarez is where he belongs.
Besides, the other COs
wouldn't like it.
- You can override them.
- l agree with them.
Alvarez blinded a fellow officer.
He should rot.
The next act of violence
that he commits will be to himself.
We are a heartbeat away
from having no heartbeat at all.
- So be it.
- Leo,
l know that you and Miguel
had some rough moments
after your daughter was ***.
He knows who did it
and he won't tell.
l thought you'd put
those feelings aside.
So did l, Father.
l guess we were both wrong.
When NapoIeon died in exiIe,
the doctors cut off his ***.
They put his *** in an ornate box
and gave it to his priest.
Don't ask me why.
Over the years, NapoIeon's ***
was soId and soId again
to the highest bidder.
To this day, at least three people
claim to own Napoleon's ***.
But you see, it's not important
who owns the real ***.
The big question is, well:
Who the *** do those
other two dicks belong to?