Oz

23.976

Remember when your high school history teacher

said that the course of human events changes

'cause of the deeds of great men.

Well, the bitch was lying.

Fuck Caesar,

fuck Lincoln,

fuck Mahatma Gandhi.

The world keeps moving cause of you and me,

the anonymous.

Revolutions get going cause there ain't enough bread.

Wars happen, over a game of checkers.

Hey,

goodnight, turd.

Hey!

Move it!

Prisoner #92S110

Vernon Schillinger,

convicted october 21th '92

aggravated assault, in the first degree

Sentenced 8 years

Up for parole in 5.

I had a visit from my sons.

They're almost,

out of their teens now,

almost men.

live with their grandfather,

the man who taught me everything I know about hate.

Yesterday, my boys

sat there across from me,

ranting and raging.

They were both fucked up on drugs.

They know I hate drugs.

But I'm in here because I hate drugs and

'cause I love them.

I yelled at them and they

they just

laughed.

They laughed at me.

It's funny, you know,

with one eye, I can see finally

that they are

becoming the men I made them.

I got about three months, 'til I'm up for parole

All I want is to get our of here

be there for them

try to help my kids

that's all.

If I let you back into Em City, you'll kill Beecher.

I wanted him dead, he'd already be dead.

You say you've changed.

Why should I believe you?

Trust me, McManus,

you lose an eye,

you get kicked in the balls

you get a face full of shit

You become a different man.

He's back.

Hey.

Where's Beecher?

He's still in the hole.

Put these on.

Get up.

Do you wanna touch my dick?

Get dressed.

I shit all over a man.

It's not normal.

No. Get dressed.

Schillinger's back in Emerald City.

He says he won't harm you.

Tell me you won't harm him.

He burnt a swastika into my flesh.

He made me rip up pictures of my family.

He made me eat the pages of a lawbook.

He made me wear women's makeup

and he fucked me up the ass.

I know.

So now I just forgive him?

Yes.

Could you?

Yes.

All right.

I forgive him.

Hey, roomie.

So, how crazy are you?

Crazy?

Well, you broke the glass,

you blinded Schillinger,

took a shit on his face...

Hey!

What the fuck are you looking at?

You see, this is what I'm talking about.

The old Beecher woulda hid just now.

Yeah, well, I left the old Beecher in the hole.

I hear you.

Hey, don't get so close to me.

OK?

OK. Look, any day the Muslims are gonna riot.

I may need you, crazy or not.

Need me to do what?

Be my brother.

Hey!

Hey! It's your move, asswipe!

Beecher! Watch it!

You're gonna have the fastest turnaround time

in the history of the hole.

I'm telling you,

you're gonna have to take Beecher out,

otherwise you're not gonna have any jizz left in Em City.

The boys are gonna think you're a pansyass.

I don't care.

Let 'em.

When you're playing poker,

you can't let anyone else at the table know which cards you have,

what you're feeling, what you're thinking.

You gotta develop a game face.

In Oz, we wear our game face all day.

And, into the night.

You wear your game face so much that

when you look in the mirror, you're not sure

which face you're shaving.

I bring 'em in, you sell 'em

A carton a day, that's it.

What's going on?

There's a rumor that you're bringing contraband into Emerald City.

What?

It's bullshit, right?

Who'd you hear this from?

Tell me it's not true.

It's not true.

You're lying to me.

No, I'm not lying.

I have an eyewitness, Diane,

that saw you pass cigarettes to Scott Ross.

An eye-fucking-witness.

Who?

Me.

Oh.

So I'm fired.

You're not fired.

Look, I know that you're worried about money,

I know that you're worried about your mother and Didi,

but this shit has got to stop.

Yeah. OK,

ok. I'll put an end to it.

Today.

OK.

I appreciate this second chance, Tim.

I've been digging through your files.

Yeah?

I know that Ross and your ex were in the same biker gang.

Yeah.

You Should've told me.

Yeah.

Have you slept with Ross?

What?

I'm just trying to figure out if you fucked us both.

What is this?

ou're trying to hurt me for breaking up with you?

You're trying to prove to me you've got a dick?

You know what, I don't need this. I quit!

Aw, fuck,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Yes.

I don't know what's going on.

Forgive me, please.

Forgive you?

OK, ok, I forgive you.

I forgive you. You forgave me.

We're even. Say you'll stay.

I got nowhere else to go.

Hey.

I'm done.

I'm out of the cigarette business.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?

I just can't take the stress.

I don't wanna get caught.

I'm done.

It's not that easy.

What does that mean?

That means I have customers that rely on me.

Yeah, so what?

So,

I'm not gonna let you fuck this up

'cause of your guilt and paranoia.

If I say it's done, it's done.

No.

You quit, I go to the Warden, I tell him everything.

He puts me in the hole for a little while, big deal.

You, you lose your job,

you probably do some time,

leaving little Didi

a motherless child,

scarred for life.

No, you wouldn't do that.

Why wouldn't I?

Diane,

you and me,

we're joined at the hip.