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The Bill of Rights,
those first 10 Amendments to the Constitution.
We invented them, us, the US of A.
Before our Founding Fathers dipped their quills
into the inkwell and wrote the Bill of Rights,
no other country had ever defined
a government's responsibility to its people,
the prime responsibility being
to preserve liberty.
Liberty!
Of course, there are those
who take all kinds of liberties with liberty.
Sometime yesterday before 5:00,
two inmates escaped through a tunnel
under the southeast wall of the prison.
Miguel Alvarez, 30s, Latino;
and Agamemnon Busmalis, 50s, Caucasian;
are not believed to be armed.
Alvarez is, however, considered dangerous.
Alvarez!
l want to assure the public that there is a coordinated effort
by Warden Glynn's staff, the local police department
and state troopers to locate and apprehend these criminals.
Warden Glynn?
Warden Glynn, how long did it take for them to dig this tunnel?
- l wouldn't know. - Can we assume the digging
- took more than a day? - Yes.
- More than a week? - Yes.
How can your staff not have known what was going on?
Busmalis is a low-risk prisoner who demonstrates no aggressive tendencies,
and so was given slightly more freedom than, in retrospect, he should have.
- You say Alvarez is dangerous? - He has a history of violence,
but he's been under medication to control that kind of behavior.
Hey, Hernandez, look like you missed your chance to kill Alvarez, huh?
Adebisi, you'd better shut the fuck up, man.
Those goddamn reporters.
You handled yourself well, Leo, all things considered.
l appreciate your standing by me.
People love a prison break. lt's sexy, exciting.
ln the end, they want the escapees captured.
We know where their families are, who their friends are;
we're watching every plane, train and highway in the state.
- We'll get them. - l hope so,
because if we don't,
your chances of becoming lieutenant governor are zero.
You had no idea Busmalis was working on a tunnel?
No.
The truth is, l'm a little hurt that he didn't ask me to go with him.
Alvarez never talked to you about escaping?
When? He's in solitary, then he's in the hospital.
Come on, Hernandez, you hate Alvarez as much as l do.
- Help me bring him back. - l don't know dick.
l want word out on the street.
When Alvarez shows his face, l want his fucking heart ripped out
and shoved up his fucking ass.
- That's it? - Go.
''Alvarez, l'll kill you.
- l'll kill you.'' - No, no!
''l'll kill you. l'll kill you.''
Adebisi, feeling cocky today?
Always!
You won't be feeling so fucking cocky after l talk to the hacks.
About what?
About you giving the French guy the gun.
Warden wants to know how Frenchy killed four guys.
lf l tell him it was you that was responsible,
they're going to ship your cocola ass to death row, bro'.
Tell them it was me, l'll tell them it was you, papi.
Hey, that's fine. We'll see who he believes.
So Adebisi gave the gun to Tarrant?
Yeah. He wanted a white man to shoot a black man.
- Why? - Why? To stir things up.
One last question...
who did Adebisi get the gun from?
Step out.
Who?
- Hughes. - Hughes?
Clayton Hughes?
The day you fired him as a C.O.
Oh, fuck.
Leo, what's up?
You called, said come right over?
Look at you...
like a Zulu.
What's this about?
Right there.
Right fucking there.
Yeah, l know, that's where my dad died.
Stabbed by an inmate.
A white inmate.
Clayton,
l'm going to ask you something
and l want you to tell me
on your father's soul
the absolute truth.
Yes, l gave Adebisi the gun.
- Feel better? - No.
l knew the minute l heard your voice on the phone
you knew what l had done. Because of me, four people are dead.
- Four black people. - Clayton, shut up.
- No, Leo, listen... - Don't say any more.
Don't say another goddamn word!
Officer Mineo.
Look, we're going to get you a lawyer,
and until then l don't want you saying anything to anybody.
- you understand? - l am guilty.
Clayton, l'm trying to protect you.
Hey, Clayton, how you doing?
- arrest him. - what?
l said arrest him.
Yes, Hughes gave me the gun.
And you gave it to Tarrant?
No. The cocksucker stole the weapon from my cell.
Take him to the hole.
Prisoner number 00M87 1,
Enrique Morales; convicted April 6th, 2000,
murder in the second degree;
sentence: 25 years,
up for parole in 15.
Hernandez, Adebisi and me
- have been partners selling tits. - This l know.
Hernandez is having some kind of nervous breakdown.
- This l also know. - We don't want a partner who is loco.
You come with cred,
so we're offering you Hernandez's third.
- lf l waste him? - Yes.
Do it quietly...
and soon.
- May l come in? - Well...
l won't hurt you, sir. Sit.
l'm not like Hernandez or Guerra.
They're spics, old-school thugs.
Me, l'm a businessman.
l like Armani suits, l surf the net.
Really?
l have a proposition for you.
Really?
Raul Hernandez must be killed,
but he's so paranoid he won't let anybody near him.
l need the person he would suspect the least
to finish him off,
and that, Mr. Rebadow, is you.
Me? l can't kill anyone.
You did once before, and that's why you're here.
No, l won't do it.
Well, you see, sir, this really isn't a multiple choice.
You kill him, or l kill you. lt's that simple.
l can go into protective custody.
For the rest of your life? lt's pretty lonely up there.
l would hate to think of you
spending your twilight years mumbling to yourself.
But if l kill Hernandez, l go to solitary, or death row.
No, no, no, no. Here's the beauty part.
We get you moved into Hernandez's cell.
l'll handle the arrangements.
And in the middle of the night,
you stick him in the neck,
just like you did that guy 35 years ago.
You yell for help,
and say that Hernandez was attacking you.
And l killed him in self-defense.
Exactly.
Such a sweet, old fella,
Who's going to doubt your word?
So do we have a deal?
What do l get in return?
- Anything you want. - Okay...
l'll kill him.
l've known Raul Hernandez for many years,
and he's changed, and not for the better.
Sure is quieter lately.
He's edgy, dangerous.
And you suggest?
He needs a calming influence,
someone like, say...
Rebadow.
lt's not my fault, l didn't ask to move in here.
l know.
We have no say.
So how many years have you been here in Oz?
35, give or take a day.
That's about as long as l've been in prison.
All my life, in and out,
35 years and what do we get?
Get?
Yeah, l mean, ain't we supposed to get something
- out of being locked up? - No, l don't think so.
l want to see Alvarez dead.
l don't know why.
You know, it's like
one of those reflexes you get
when they tap you in the knee and your leg jumps up.
What's your first name, viejo? Don?
- Bob. - Oh, Bob.
Go to sleep, Bob.
Yeah?
- We got him, Warden. - Bring the bastard in.
Yes, sir.
Bring him in.
- Hi, Warden. - Busmalis, good to see you.
Likewise. These cuffs are very tight.
Well, you're gonna have to endure the pain a little longer.
- You and me are going on TV. - Really? How do l look?
Busmalis was found stalking the home of Miss Whitney Allen,
who plays Miss Sally on the popular children's show,
''Miss Sally's School Yard.''
Any sign of the other escapee, Alvarez?
No, but we're closing in on him.
No person shall be held to answer for any capital,
or otherwise infamous crime
unless under presentment or indictment of grand jury.
Now that's part of Article V of the Bill of Rights.
The first two Articles get all the press, you know--
freedom of speech, freedom of religion,
the gun thing, but Article V, baby,
that's the one you've got to cling to when they slap on them cuffs.
No person shall be compelled in any criminal case
to be witness against himself,
nor deprived of life, liberty or property
without due process of law.
Deprived of life.
Out of the hole already?
- Yeah. - You missed all the fun.
You know, Hernandez's murder only helps us.
Now we can go to Glynn, and tell him that Murphy can't control Amorsi
any better than McManus,
and that Glynn has to hire a black man for the job.
We tried that and got nowhere.
The more we push Glynn in one direction, the more resistant he gets.
Then we have to apply pressure from the outside.
We get community leaders to pressure him.
We don't know any community leaders.
- Said does. - No, not Said.
He won't get involved.
Have faith and we'll see, man.
Have faith.
You're looking good.
l need your help.
Yama.
Let me ask you,
Do you agree that life would be better if a black man ran Emerald City?
That depends upon the black man.
Let's say you get to help pick.
Now why would Glynn let me do that?
Because you have influence.
l know the man that l would choose
would not be your choice.
- Are you sure? - Yes...
because you are looking to manipulate someone.
And you are not?
Don't play me, Adebisi.
l know you're up to something.
You and me, we have different ways,
different reasons for what we do, okay,
but our goal is the same--
the survival of our people.
Yama.
We appreciate you taking the time to see us, Warden.
Well, l'm always open to input from the community.
Actually, we're concerned about the most recent incident of racial tension
that has culminated in the deaths of several African-Americans.
We believe that your decision to fire Tim McManus
as unit director of Emerald City will only help ease the situation.
This murder last night, a white man killed a Latino?
That wasn't racially motivated.
Even so, the man that you have running Emerald City temporarily
isn't any more qualified than McManus.
What we're interested in is this,
who you plan to replace McManus with on a permanent basis.
Well, l'm going over a number of applicants.
Obviously, we know you'll select the best man.
We simply ask you that, if possible,
- you choose a person of color. - Ah.
We believe that many mistakes were made because McManus
didn't have enough experience dealing with men from the inner cities.
l see.
We hear that you may running as Devlin's lieutenant governor.
We would certainly consider throwing our support behind you
if we knew that you were sympathetic to our concerns.
The truth is, l am thinking about hiring a black man for the job,
maybe a black woman.
That's excellent news.
l'm not making any promises.
Of course not. Whoever's most qualified.
Absolutely. Absolutely.
Mobay?
Mobay!
- Yo, man. - Yeah, man?
You move my chair?
How many times l gotta fucking tell you, don't move my chair?
l had to pee last night.
l don't give a shit about you peeing.
Look, man, all day l got people fucking with me,
jumping on the back of my chair and shit.
- l don't need you fucking with me, too. - Okay, okay.
l'm sorry l moved the chair.
lt's all right.
l finished typing your speech for the downtown businessman's association.
Oh, yeah? What did you think?
Cut it by half.
Oh.
l've been summoned.
Summoned?
To meet with Adebisi, Pancamo and Morales.
They'd asked for the name of a Jamaican drug dealer
they could check with about me. l gave them Nester Parks.
We busted Parks four years ago,
now he's up for parole,
knows we'll lean on the board if he says the right things.
Well, l guess he did.
Yeah.
Well, l doubt it's my last hurdle.
Our merry little trio will probably want to share some heroin with me.
As a law enforcement officer,
you're not allowed to use drugs.
Don't worry, we have ways of faking it.
Usually the perps are so fucked up themselves they don't even notice.
Even so, from here on it's going to get a lot more dangerous.
- You worried about me, Warden? - No.
l just don't want to have to break in another new assistant.
- By half, huh? - At least.
Where is he?
He's coming.
l don't like Jamaicans.
You don't like anybody.
So far, you check out.
But there are a few more steps you've got to take
before you can gain our friendship.
You could be an undercover cocksucker,
but undercover cocksuckers aren't allowed to use drugs.
And we know you've been buying a lot of product...
but no one's ever seen you use the stuff.
Enjoy.
We want to see it go up your nose.
More.
What's up, man? You okay?
Mobay! Yo, Mobay?
Mobay?
Mobay? Oh!
You've got a serious problem, bro'. Yo man, look at me,
l know where you at, right, under a whole shed of shit.
We've got to get you some help, man, all right?
Shake down!
Stand up.
Everybody in front of your cells.
You, out!
The right of the people to be secure
in their person, houses, papers and effects
against unreasonable searches and seizures
shall not be violated.
And no warrants shall issue but upon probable cause
supported by oath or affirmation
and particularly describing
the place to be searched
and the person or things
to be seized.
What's this, Hill?
l don't know, looks like drugs.
- Those are mine. - No kidding?
To the hole.
Leave us.
Hey, you okay?
Momentary setback.
l'll be fine.
- Al Salaam Alaikum. - ls the rumor true?
Are you going to defend that... man?
Yes, l am.
l forbid it.
- You forbid it? - You swore you wouldn't challenge me.
Over leadership, Arif.
l did not say that l would subjugate my actions to your will.
Harley vs. The State.
A black man's life sentence was overturned
when it was discovered that the judge presiding over the trial
was an active member of the Ku Klux Klan.
So you think 'cause a juror at my trial made anti-gay remarks,
l might get set free?
Let's just say at best you can hope for a retrial.
Excuse me, Said?
l just heard the news on the TV.
Our lawsuit-- we won.
What?
The jury decided the State was responsible for the deaths
and injuries caused after the riot.
How much money are we gonna be getting?
The amount won't be announced until next week,
but the newscaster said it could be the full 45 million.
Oh, fuck, yes. Nice.
- Great news, huh? - That's very good.
Now if you'll excuse me, Jason and l are working.
Yeah, okay.
Now where was l?
Yes...
Harley vs. The State.
- l thought you'd be happy. - l am happy.
Kareem, Arnie Zellman says that we could get
upwards of $250,000 each from the settlement.
l've decided l'm going to take the money and start again.
Well, that's terrific.
l hate my job.
l hate my apartment. l hate everything about living in town.
l'm moving to California.
California?
The only thing l'll miss here is you.
And even this,
my visits here seem wrong...
'cause we can never be intimate
the way l know in my heart we should.
l love you, Kareem.
And l know you love me.
And l know why you can't say it,
but please...
just this once,
please say it.
Tell me you love me.
No.
This will make your leaving
easier...
for both of us.
- Hello, Minister. - Mr. Fortunato.
- My client, Jason Kramer. - Hey.
How you doing?
Congrats on winning that lawsuit against the State.
- Thank you. - All rise for Judge Mason Kossler.
Be seated.
All right, gentlemen, l have read the motion by the plaintiff.
l am ready to hear arguments.
Your honor,
Jason Kramer is a homosexual,
but he was not on trial for that.
He was on trial for murder in the first degree,
kidnapping, assault with a dangerous instrument.
Now a juror, a Mr. Christopher Jacobs,
during the jury's deliberations
made continuous defamatory statements to the others
regarding Mr. Kramer's sexual orientation.
l did not go on and on. l made a couple of simple statements.
Every one of those people on the jury agreed with me.
And was one of those simple statements,
''this should not take long,''
that he was a fag, that all fags should be dead?
l don't know if l said those words exactly.
Before you heard any other evidence,
any other witnesses, how were you going to vote?
Guilty.
- Mr. Kramer. - Yes, Your Honor?
Your lawyers should never have allowed Christopher Jacobs
a seat in the jury box.
That was their mistake.
Normally, l would chalk it up to bad luck on your part and wish you well,
but there was a judge presiding at your trial
and he should never have allowed Jacobs to serve.
And for that reason, and for that reason only,
l am going to grant your motion for a new trial.
- Yeah! - Your Honor, Your Honor?
You can whine to me, Counselor, on the way back to town.
Thanks.
ln all criminal prosecutions,
the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy
and public trial by an impartial jury,
to be confronted with the witnesses against him...
and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense.
l suffocated Antonio Nappa.
- The mob boss? - One and the same.
- That took balls. - Not really.
l killed him at the behest of Mr. Chucky Pancamo.
Pancamo wanted to take over?
l don't know the politics, honey, l just got the job done.
Lights out.
- Hi. - Hi.
Let's get rid of this.
Zeke Bellinger, the ex-husband of condemned prisoner,
Shirley Bellinger, has requested that after the execution,
the state hand her body over to him
for burial beside their slain daughter.
Rumor has it that Shirley Bellinger
wanted to be buried in an unmarked grave.
So why's he going against her wishes?
l hear hubby went Born Again after the drowning.
Hello, Shirley.
Zeke, you're looking very thin.
That new wife not feeding you?
Patsy's a singer, she don't have time to cook.
- Singer, huh? - A chanteuse.
My, my. Lucky you.
ls she pregnant?
We decided not to have kids.
She afraid what it might do to her figure?
Might ruin that chanteusing career?
No, l just wouldn't be able to survive losing another child.
l want to be buried in an unmarked grave.
- No, it's wrong. - All the years we were married,
you never did one thing l asked. Do this.
- No. - l want to be lost in oblivion.
lt's too late for that, Shirley, you're infamous.
l don't understand.
l'd think you wouldn't want me buried anywhere near Katie.
Well, you see, you're wrong,
'cause l forgive you.
You forgive me?
lt took me all this time to get my heart in place,
but Reverend Nahi's been very helpful to me, praying with me.
Praise the lord!
- You forgive me? - Yes.
What makes you think l want your fucking forgiveness?
- Now, Shirley, don't cuss. - You come in here all high and mighty
deciding to free me of my guilt?
Well, Zeke, l don't feel guilty.
l did what l had to do, and unlike you,
at least my balls were big enough.
You came to console me?
Well, l've got a little consolation prize for you.
You and the chanteuse ought to go ahead and have yourselves another child,
because when Katie died,
you didn't lose a child.
She wasn't yours.
- What? - Your father raped me.
That child was his seed.
God damn you.
l'm going to put this under my pillow tonight
and wait for the Tooth Fairy to come.
Yeah, l need that by Friday. l'm dead serious.
All right. Thanks.
And the money.
You know, Nikolai,
l figure since we made our peace pact
and now that we're comrades and all,
that you wouldn't be charging me to use the cell phone.
Just because we're not trying to kill each other,
- doesn't mean you get a free ride. - Yeah, Nikolai,
you and l are the only two who know about this phone.
l can tell a few people and they could take it away.
lf the hacks confiscate my phone,
you won't be able to use it.
Who said l was going to tell the hacks?
l'm busy here, O'Reily, so whatever you want,
make it fast and make it good.
- Ralph Galino. - What about him?
l don't know. Strike you odd that he's dead?
Odd? Why odd?
'cause on the outside, he had no history of using.
A lot of guys who were clean outside get hooked in Oz.
Yeah, but not Galino. He and l became friendly.
He was here, like what, a week? And he goes from zero tolerance to OD?
l'm not big on morse code. Just tell me what you want to tell me.
l got nothing to tell.
l don't know why anybody would want to grease Galino,
but l do know he was having some run-ins with Stanislofsky.
- Run-ins about what? - You'd have to ask Stanislofsky.
Get the fuck out of my office. Come on.
You're here because you're concerned about Ryan O'Reily.
Well, the other day, l saw him unwrap his bandage
and hit his hand repeatedly against the sink
deliberately causing it to bleed.
Really?
l'm worried about him. He's self-destructive,
perhaps even suicidal.
You should examine him, put him in isolation, by himself.
Mm-hmm.
l have to tell you, Nikolai, l'm a tad suspicious of your motives.
ln my experience, every time a prisoner
shows genuine concern for another prisoner, he usually has an agenda.
You want to run that past me again?
That Stanislofsky guy's been talking shit about you.
- Stan who? - The Russian guy.
What do l care about him? He's just a nothing, nobody.
Huh-uh. Those Russian mobsters, they're crafty, Adebisi.
They're crafty and they're cold-blooded.
He came to me asking if l'd help him make a move against you.
Yeah? Let him try.
All right. l'm just warning you, that's all.
Go away, O'Reily.
No problem.
l love it when he talks like that. What's shaking, man?
Ryan O'Reily. He knows we killed Galino.
- He swears to get revenge. - O'Reily and Galino don't add up.
They weren't in business together, and they weren't fucking each other.
So why the fuck would O'Reily give a shit about Galino?
l'm telling you what l heard.
We should take care of O'Reily before he comes at us.
We whack O'Reily now, the whole joint goes back on lockdown.
- No way. We wait. - Hoyt, listen to me.
What, all of a sudden, you don't understand English?
- We wait. - Yeah, yeah. No, tomorrow's great.
Okay, thanks. Bye.
Here you go, pal.
- Anytime, my friend. - Yeah.
- Cyril, stop playing around. - l'm not playing around.
Well, then wash behind your ears.
Nobody can see behind my ears.
Listen, Cyril, today's the day that we're meeting
with Dr. Nathan and her husband's parents, okay?
- l know that. - Come on,
You've got to take this stuff seriously, man.
- l am. - Then wash behind your ears.
- Okay. - Thank you.
Gloria, you seem anxious.
No, l'm fine.
Well, l'm anxious.
l know, we've been preparing for weeks,
and Sister Peter Marie feels we're all ready,
but l'm not sure what my first reaction will be.
l'm afraid l might just want to clobber them.
Lars, they're half your age.
They'll clobber you.
Oh, well, even so...
we can still cancel, you know?
No. We've come this far, let's see the saga through.
l still can't understand how you can keep working here.
- How's your hand? - Oh, it's fine.
Didn't you have to go to a hospital?
lt was nothing. A little bleeding. The wound reopened.
l heard you reopened it.
Really? Where'd you hear that?
Some people are self-destructive, but not you.
l can guess why you did what you did.
l can even guess why you're going into this interaction with the Nathans now.
Well, l'm here to cure Cyril of his nightmares, that's all.
Listen, Ryan, l've told you this before,
l am not going to take you in there
if you intend to cause Gloria and Preston's parents more pain,
because by professing your love for Gloria, you will cause more pain.
l know. l promised you, didn't l?
Okay.
Lars and Patricia Nathan,
Ryan and Cyril O'Reily.
- l'm sorry. - No, no, l'm sorry. l'm sorry.
A child dies of a disease,
in war,
hell, gets hit by a crosstown bus,
somehow you can convince yourself his death makes sense.
But this...
it was all premeditated,
so cold-blooded.
l was behind him,
so l couldn't see his eyes.
lf l had seen his eyes...
l don't know if l could have kept going.
l keep thinking about the future.
Gloria and Preston
were almost ready to have children...
my grandchildren.
l hate you for taking them away from me!
You can blame me and Cyril all you want for not having grandchildren,
but the truth is you're just fooling yourselves.
- Shut up. - No, let him finish.
The marriage between Gloria and your son,
it was over.
- ls this true? - No.
- Liar. - Ryan.
- We were having some problems. - She had an affair with Tim McManus.
That's enough. You speak one more time without my asking you,
l'm shutting down this session.
- You had an affair? - Preston and l were separated briefly.
- He never told us. - We wanted to work it out ourselves
- without any interference. - lnterference? He was our son!
And because of you, he's lying in the ground!
- Patricia. - But it's true, isn't it?
Because of what went on between her and him,
Preston's dead!
This is what you wanted, isn't it?
To get us fighting with each other.
- No. - Yes.
You always have some plan, O'Reily, some secret agenda.
Not this time!
Unlike you, l never made it a secret!
- l love you! - Stop it!
l always will, and that will never change!
- Officers! - No, let him say it!
Let him try and convince himself.
Everything you have ever done
for your entire life, O'Reily,
you've only done for yourself.
You don't know how to love.
l'm leaving.
l'll call you later.
Once something's bad, it can never get good.
Yeah. Yeah.
l need it done by tonight.
Yeah, l'm serious.
Okay. All right.
- Who were you talking to? - Nobody. Let's go watch ''Miss Sally.''
- You're shitting me. - No, l heard it from Kirk this morning.
Hey, who's this spic, Morales?
Yo, O'Reily, you hear the news?
- No, what? - Dr. Nathan.
Last night on her way home from work, she got raped.
- Raped? - Yeah.
Huh.
Article Vlll, excessive bail shall not be required,
nor excessive fines imposed,
nor cruel and unusual punishment.
Cruel and unusual.
ln Oz, cruel is the usual punishment.
Sister, what happened to Gloria,
fucking sucks.
- Yeah, it's terrible. - Before we begin,
have you heard any more about how Chris is doing?
No.
Rumor has it he'll be back in Oz today,
though he'll be spending some time in the hospital ward.
Where'd you hear that?
My sister.
She's a doctor over at Benchley Memorial.
Your sister's a doctor?
Yeah.
What's she practice, voodoo?
Hey, can we get started, please?
Poet, since you're in such a talkative mood,
why don't you do the kickoff?
Okay. l wrote a poem.
Fear not love loosen its hooks from its sheath
and capture you in its painfully seductive grasp.
Fear not the blood that oozes from your wounds
and holds your patience to task.
Fear not the tearing sounds of passion
as they rip apart the feelings at the start.
Fear not the fainting pulse of heartbeat,
for that, that is the very best part.
- Hi, Padre. - You asked to see me?
You know l got shot.
You know l died?
During surgery.
They brought me back from the dead twice.
Now you come nose to nose with death like that,
you begin to see things different.
Are you telling me that you've changed?
Sister Peter Marie okay?
Yes.
l don't mean physically, l mean here.
You know l fucked with that woman.
l enjoy sex, don't you?
l'll bet you're a wild broad.
l wanted her to help me with Beecher.
Now l hear she's thinking of quitting the convent
and l want to do something to make it up to her.
Well, Chris, even you would admit that your credibility's pretty low.
Look...
there's no--
there's no reason for you or her to believe me,
but l've got to try.
l've got to try to make her see that l know
that what l did was wrong.
l don't want to burn in hell.
What do you want me to do?
Have Sister Pete come visit me.
- Pete? - Hi.
l just came from visiting Chris Keller.
How is he?
He's back in full force. He says that he wants to talk to you.
Well, l don't want to talk to him.
Tobias, maybe you should go.
No. We have work to do. Stay where you are, Tobias.
He seems full of remorse. How genuine that is is tough to gauge,
- but if it's true... - lt's not true.
Chris Keller is a manipulative, sociopathic liar.
- l won't go see him. - But what if he really needs you?
psychologically...
- spiritually? - That's too bad.
- Let me go. - Tobias, no.
Look, l know better than you...
the hurt he can cause,
but still...
l-- l love him.
Take this to Dr. Prestopnik.
Don't.
Hey!
Hey.
Beecher, what are you doing in here?
l came to drop off a file to Dr. Prestopnik.
- Where's the file? - lt's on his desk.
lf you delivered it, take a walk.
- Yeah, l just... - l don't give a shit.
Take a walk.
l'll see you later.
Now that was such a touching moment,
l'm going to write about it in my diary.
Where do you think you're going?
l have information. Mr. Schillinger,
l'm the altar boy for Father Mukada at mass.
l'm in the office changing out of vestments,
sometimes l overhear things. This is primo stuff.
- About what? - About you.
What do you want in return?
This guy in my unit, Stan Buttwin, stole my watch.
Done. What have you got?
Your son, Hank,
l know who paid to have him found
- and arranged to have him see you. - Who?
Beecher?
You won't forget my watch, will you?
lt doesn't make any sense.
Why would Beecher pay to find your son?
This is some plan of his,
some double-dealing plan to fuck with me.
He was going to use Hank against me,
the same way he did with Andrew.
What are you going to do?
Take the offensive.
Look, l know l was tough on you and your brother growing up,
but you've got to understand,
when your mom died,
l had to raise you all by myself.
l'd drop you off at school-- same one l went to,
only it turned into a shithole...
niggers and gangs...
drugs.
lf l was hard, it was only to protect you.
Yeah, l know that, Dad.
- Do you? - Yeah.
l'm not like Andrew,
blaming you for all the fucked-up shit in his life.
l know you did the best you could.
- Thank you, son. - You got so huggy, man.
Listen, l want you to do something for me.
- Want me to do something? - Yeah, a mission.
All right.
Yes.
- How much? - How much what?
- How much cash? - Cash?
You want the crime, you've got to pay the dime.
$1,000.
l'm all yours, Daddy.
Here's what l need you to do.
- Beecher? - Yeah?
- Come with me. - Where?
Warden Glynn's office.
What's the warden want to see me for?
All he said was for me to get you, so move your ass.
Oh, fuck.
Holy shit, what's wrong?
Sit down.
Tobias, there's no easy way to say this.
Well, then just say it.
Your son and daughter have been kidnapped.
No, no.
The declaration of independence says that we are, all of us,
due certain rights, the most important being life,
liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
l mean, and isn't that what it's all about?
Life, liberty...
happiness.
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