Mercy is the compassion we feel for someone else's misfortune.
Mercy compels us to alleviate that misfortune.
Mercy is the child of charity, but the sister of justice,
because both are about the invisible link that exists between people.
Mercy is spontaneous because misery is involuntary.
At approximately 3:15 p.m., as your children were walking home
from school with four classmates, a blue van pulled up beside them.
A male Caucasian stepped out.
The man approached Gary and Holly, saying that you, Mrs. Beecher,
had asked him to pick them up.
Gary was reluctant at first, but eventually the man persuaded him,
using Pokémon cards.
The van then drove off to the east side of town.
SISTER PETER: So, what's being done to find them?
Kidnapping is a waiting game, Sister.
We have to wait to be contacted.
- And what if you're not? - Milk cartons.
- Toby... Come on. Schillinger did this.
- We have no proof of that. - Oh, for fuck sake!
Who else?
TAYLOR: You come from a wealthy family.
Most likely we have a ransom situation.
You are fucking this up, you asshole!
Find my goddamn kids!
Oh, my God... Find my goddamn kids!
OFFICER: Get them out. Out!
BEECHER: Find my kids!
[GRUNTING]
I don't know anything about a kidnapping.
Beecher seems to think you do.
That you're behind this.
He and I have had a lot of shit happen between us
so I can understand him saying that.
But Beecher and I have one thing in common too.
We're both fathers.
I lost a son.
I know what he's going through.
I'm sorry about what happened in the library.
- I just got so frustrated. HARRISON: I know, I know.
You might want to call your mother. She's pretty upset.
We talked about it in the car.
Toby, the reasons you're in here-The-
The alcoholism, and hitting the little Rockwell girl-
Your mother and I can't help but think that we're to blame for so much of it.
- Dad, I-No. - We failed you growing up.
Look, as much as I'd like to blame you for the miserable shit hole
my life has become, what's wrong with me is inside me.
I own it, and either I have to control it,
or it will control me.
Right now, I just want to hold my babies.
So our sweet young things are safe and sound?
- Yeah. SCHILLINGER: All right.
Time to kick this thing into overdrive.
I want you to send the package.
- Dad, you sure? - Yes.
Because I've been thinking,
like, you know I've never had a problem with breaking the law.
But I'm talking about, at most, a couple of stolen Camrys.
- This kidnapping... Keep your voice down.
This kind of thing is really not my style.
I'll pay you double.
Okay.
Eli Zabitz?
Yeah.
Tobias Beecher. Mind if I join you?
You want to sit with me?
Yeah.
Nobody ever wants to sit with me.
I understand you did some, uh, Fed time for kidnapping, right?
Yeah. I was framed.
Yeah, I'm sure you were. But I-
I don't know if you've heard, but my two children were abducted recently.
- I had nothing to do with it. - I know.
What I'm asking is, I was wondering if you might be able to look into it.
Find out if somebody was hired to do the job.
I can ask around, see what I could find out. But...
I wouldn't hold out much hope.
So you like Def Leppard?
Years and years and years ago,
the Catholic Church made a list of all the ways we can show mercy.
Feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, clothe the naked,
shit like that.
Another of them was ransom the captive.
In those days, pirates and infidels and such
would abduct fair maidens and Christian pilgrims.
God-fearing people were expected to pay for their return.
But who gets to ransom the captive in this day and age?
Instead, we're expected to visit the imprisoned.
That's right.
Come on down.
Break it up, you two.
[GRUNTS]
- You okay? KELLER: Oh, shit, yeah.
Hey, man, they stab me, they shoot me, I ain't going down.
How you doing?
- My kids... I heard. That's fucked up.
I'm sorry, man.
I feel so goddamn helpless.
I bet.
At least the baby- Harry is safe.
They're gonna be all right. You hear me?
They're gonna be okay.
They're gonna be fine.
BEECHER: Oh, man.
I missed you.
Me too.
Keller's back in Emerald City. The two love birds are reunited.
I hope they enjoy their evening together.
It's gonna be the last night of sleep or peace
that Beecher's gonna have for a long, long time.
Chris?
Sorry. Did I wake you?
Hey. What's the matter?
Toby, I died.
And there's no white light.
I was there, but they brought me back.
But I was there, Toby, I was in hell and I felt everything.
I felt the pain and I felt the fire for all of eternity.
- Hey, it's gonna be okay. - No, it's not gonna be okay.
Don't fucking lie to me. I was there, Toby. They're bringing me back.
You know, it's funny.
You got pissed at me for talking to Said about God.
But that's what I was talking to him about.
Because if all that's left...
for us in this life is Oz, we better start thinking about what's next.
What comes after.
[POUNDING]
Don't let go.
Okay, okay.
Tobias.
I didn't expect to see you here today, given what's going on.
Well, work helps keep my mind from caving in on itself.
SISTER PETER: I hear that.
It's a madhouse outside, thought the crowd of protesters is smaller.
I'm afraid people are getting used to capital punishment.
Sister Pete, I need to ask you a favour.
If I can, you know I will.
What?
Talk to Chris.
Now, how is it that you ask me the one thing that I won't do?
He feels terrible.
Tobias, he tried to use me to get to you.
Now he's using you to get to me.
I will not play his game.
He's afraid if you leave the convent, he's gonna burn forever.
Oh, he's gonna burn all right, but not for that.
He's gonna burn for all of the other people he's hurt.
All of the other lives he's destroyed, including yours.
TAYLOR: We've been going through the records
of various prisoners at Emerald City.
One pops out as a potential connection to the kidnapping.
- Who? - Christopher Keller.
No. Chris is my friend.
Let me see that.
- Keller broke every bone in your body. - He's the one?
He also saved my life from Schillinger.
I'm telling you, Schillinger is responsible.
- Armed robbery, assault, kidnapping. - He wasn't convicted.
Police suspect him of raping,
torturing and murdering several homosexual men?
It can't be him. It's not him.
How can you be so sure?
I know Chris, Mother. Intimately.
Intimately?
He's my lover.
Holy shit.
Vern, you better come see this.
- SCHILLINGER: What do you got? - A package for Tobias Beecher.
- Look. - Jesus Christ.
Officer Howell, we got a problem here.
What the hell is that?
SCHILLINGER: A child's hand.
[BEECHER SOBBING]
[COUGHS]
Leave us alone.
How you holding up?
MOBAY: A few days in the Hole
only increases my credibility with Pancamo, Adebisi and Morales.
Ever spent any time in here?
No.
Good.
[GATE BUZZING]
Hey, oh, you look like shit!
[IN JAMAICAN ACCENT] So I'm in?
[IMITATING MOBAY] "So I'm in?"'
Adebisi ain't convinced, man.
Looks like you're gonna have to take another test.
Oh, yeah.
MOBAY: We going to box?
MORALES: We want to see if you can take a punch.
Or two.
You got a problem with me, man?
[PRISONERS CHUCKLING]
Yeah, you're weak.
Give me gloves.
- Well, actually, we're not gonna spar. - No?
No. I'm gonna use you for a heavy bag.
And the rest of us bet on how long you stay standing.
Ready?
- Yeah. - Ding, ding.
[PRISONERS SHOUTING]
POET: Fifteen seconds. I win. Pay up.
Real impressive.
Yeah, thanks.
Them bruises must hurt.
Uh-huh.
Here. I brought you a little something to sooth your wounds.
Later.
HILL: Yo.
What the fuck are you doing?
Breakfast of Champions.
- You wanted to see me? - We just took a straw poll on you.
- I voted yes. - I voted no.
- I abstained. - A tie.
How do I break this tie?
There's a final test.
Which is...?
You gotta kill somebody.
- Who? - Anybody.
We don't care.
All right, I'll do it.
Pete.
- I have terrible news. - Oh my God, what?
The cardinal is coming.
Cardinal Abgott is coming to Oz?
He wants to say a Mass, meet with the staff, and then with some prisoners.
You're friends with him, right?
I worked with him in his office until he transferred me here.
I...
disagreed with him once too often.
I'm taking the day off.
MUKADA: Oh, no, you can't.
Ray, I have one foot out of the convent door.
I think hobnobbing with the cardinal would be a little hypocritical, don't you?
Yeah, well, he specifically asked to meet you.
Me? Why?
Well, apparently this whole thing started because His Eminence
received a letter from a prisoner.
Which one?
Chris Keller.
Chris Keller. Of course.
Raymond.
Cardinal Abgott, it's good of you to come.
It's a pleasure to see you, son.
Let's suit up.
Do you know why I transferred you to Oswald?
I had too many opinions?
You had too big an ego.
Probably.
Something tells me that's changed.
ABGOTT: The body of Christ. PRISONER 1: Amen.
- The body of Christ. PRISONER 2: Amen.
- The body of Christ. KELLER: Amen.
ABGOTT: The body of Christ. PRISONER 3: Amen.
- The body of Christ. SISTER PETER: Amen.
I spoke to the head of your order, Sister Leocadia.
She says you're questioning your own vocation.
Yes, I am.
Welcome to the club.
You?
My first parish was way out in the country.
A desolate area.
The pastor was old. The housekeeper even older.
Winter hit, I was lonely.
I cried.
Then I prayed.
I cried some more and prayed even harder.
Well, that's... that's what I'm doing.
ABGOTT: Good.
Then whatever you decide will be the right thing to do.
SISTER PETER: Thank you.
God bless you, Sister.
[BUZZING]
God bless you, Sister.
As you already know, the jury has ruled in our favour.
They recognise that the state was guilty in all injuries
and deaths caused after the riot.
So they have made recommendations that we receive the full settlement.
Forty-five million.
Oh, yeah!
Before you all go spending that money, know this:
The state has appealed the decision.
- Appealed? SAID: Yes, appealed.
It is an election year. There is no way that Devlin will write us a check.
Not before November.
Said, you can't goose this thing along?
As we are all aware, the legal system moves very slow.
There's no way to know when our case is coming before the appellate court.
It took almost 30 years for the prisoners of Attica to win.
Thirty fucking years? Christ, I'll be ancient.
Like you, Rebadow.
Look, I know this is frustrating.
But I want you all to see,
the court decision this week, that was a huge hurdle.
A huge victory.
We must remain resolved.
I'll inform you of anything else.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Yes?
Have you ever killed anyone?
No.
An extraordinary experience, watching the life fade from someone's eyes.
[SCREAMING]
Even as he was dying, Hernandez's instinct was to kill me for killing him.
[SCREAMING]
Survival meant less to him than revenge.
And this preamble is taking us where?
Jason Cramer. You've successfully gotten him a new trial.
- Yes. - I know you've been under
a lot of pressure from the other Muslims
not to get involved with the case.
- Yes? - I think you should listen to them.
And you think this because...?
Last night, I had a premonition. Cramer will go free.
Now, I'm gonna tell you something. I'm gonna explain to you.
Jason Cramer is guilty of murdering his lover.
I have seen the trial transcripts and all the evidence.
He will be convicted again.
Then why did you fight to get him a new trial?
The jury voted against Cramer because he was gay.
So this whole thing is theoretical for you.
There is nothing theoretical about justice.
And if Cramer goes free?
That's not gonna happen.
You better pray you're right.
We have a request for a meeting regarding your case.
Yeah? A meeting with who?
The Homicide detective who arrested you. Robert Stransky.
Here's the deal. You got this cocksucker a new trial, right?
My doctor tells me I got three of four more months to live.
Now, before I die, I want to make certain things straight.
I want you to know I tampered with the evidence.
I couldn't find the murder weapon, so I went to the kitchen.
I opened a drawer and took out a kitchen knife,
and I smeared it in the blood, and I dropped it next to his body.
His fingerprints were all over that knife.
STRANSKY: No.
[COUGHS]
No, they weren't.
My pal in Forensics doctored up the tests.
And you would be willing to give a deposition?
To go into court and say this?
STRANSKY: I know this fuck is guilty as shit.
But I want to buy back a piece of my soul.
Yeah, If you want me to, I'll yell it from the prison roof.
Okay, sweetheart?
We go public with this information, the press will get a seven-inch boner.
Yes.
And you say the only witness, the guy at Airborne, is dead?
- Yes. - Oh, man.
I don't know, man, I feel like maybe this could swing in my favour.
Yes.
Cramer, I am recusing myself from the case.
What, what's that mean?
It means I am resigning as your lawyer.
Immediately.
To instruct the ignorant, counsel the doubtful, to admonish the sinners.
In order for these works of mercy to happen, you need two things.
Someone in distress, and someone with the capacity to help them.
In other words, an ignoramus can't instruct another ignoramus,
and a sinner can't admonish a sinner.
[ON TV] Today, in the retrial of Jason Cramer,
who had previously been convicted
for the murder of his lover, the jury reached a verdict,
finding Cramer not guilty.
The Adamsville native, who has served nearly two years,
is expected to be released from the Oswald Correctional Facility,
sometime this week.
In other news, the state's jobless rate fell slightly over the past month
to 3.8 percent. Preliminary figures released yesterday
by the state's labor department show that employers created
nearly 1000 new jobs.
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
[CHANTING]
Allah is not listening, brother.
He is deaf to you.
[GATE BUZZING]
Warden. A word?
Um...
I know that you've been having meetings recently with members
of the local community regarding possible replacements
for Tim McManus.
Yes.
I also know that you talked about hiring an African-American for the job.
- What, you got my office bugged? - I want to come see you, warden.
Discuss with you the kind of man who you should consider.
Well, I'd love that, Said, but you see, I've already hired someone.
In fact, he's on his way in now. His name is Martin Querns.
I want to thank you for this opportunity, warden.
I've heard about Emerald City for years now.
Well, the place started out as an experiment,
but unfortunately it pretty much failed.
Oh, I don't know. Maybe the first stage failed.
But like any worthwhile experiment, we need to try different methods,
till we figure out what works.
Well,
for me, the most important elements are:
One, keeping the lid on the racial tension,
and two, keeping a lid on the violence in general.
QUERNS: Those are my priorities, as well.
Do I have your permission to do what I feel is necessary to keep the peace?
Yes. I'll let you have a fairly free hand.
Until you fuck up.
Well, I can't ask for any more than that.
[CHUCKLES]
[GATE BUZZING]
Okay, everybody, listen up.
I want to introduce you to Martin Querns, the new Unit Manager.
He has a vast range of experience, having worked in both Federal prisons
as well as state detention centers.
The warden is correct. I have served in many correctional facilities.
But what he didn't say was that, like most of you, I come from the streets.
I'm not some candy-ass white liberal looking to turn you into better citizens.
I intend to meet with each of you individually.
But until that time, keep one principle in mind.
Don't fuck with Querns.
That's all.
QUERNS: I wanted to meet with you first because,
as I understand, you're one of the leaders around here,
in terms of the drug trade.
As a teenager, I worked for Slim Sam Kolbe.
You know him?
Slim Sam weighed about 300 pounds, of course.
I worked my way up through his organization,
until Ricky Jay Lee blew Slim Sam's head off.
I decided the moment had come to retire.
And the point of all this?
To let you know I know every trick you got.
To let you know I'm smarter than you.
- You're smarter than me? - Oh, yeah.
Because unlike you, I never got caught.
How do you keep that thing on your head?
Now, what are you gonna do? Hit me?
Sit down.
I want you to listen to me good, Simon Adebisi.
To my mind, drugged-out prisoners make for a quiet cell block.
So you can sell whatever the fuck you want, to whoever you want to sell it to.
I don't care. I'm gonna be looking the other way.
- On one condition, right? - Geez, you are smart.
One condition: No violence.
I mean none. Zero.
Agreed?
That's it? No violence?
Yep.
He just want me to make sure that everybody obeys the rules all the time.
This could be a trick.
Yeah. But I don't think so.
Like the way things were back in the old days.
We Sicilians controlled our own streets,
so the cops backed away.
Little Italy was the safest place in the city.
- Look, I vote yes. - Me too.
All right.
Well, I'm glad you called. I've actually been meaning to call you.
Well, Leo, after the shooting and-
And after Diane left, I admit that I went... I went south.
I mean, singing at Officer Howard's memorial service, that was just crazy.
But I've had time to rest and relax and think.
- Tim... I'm ready to come back.
- Come back? - To run Emerald City.
You can't. Job's not available.
- What? - I've hired someone to replace you.
- Well, un-hire him. - No.
Leo, I took the heat for that gun coming into Em City.
But I read in the papers it was actually Clayton Hughes,
your little protégé, that brought it in.
Yes, and he's been charged. He's out on bail till his trial starts in few weeks.
- I want my unit back. - How many times
you want to hear me say no?
Leo, this is my life.
I'm well aware of that.
I do have another offer.
Voght's retiring. I need someone to run Unit B.
I'll take it.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Well, well.
Look who's here to join the party.
[PRISONERS CHUCKLING]
The arrest of Busmalis and the cardinal's visit
have clearly helped the situation.
SCHULTZ: Our most recent poll shows that 42 percent of the public
now believe the prison system is well run.
That's up 16 points since after the Em City shooting.
We're not getting any backlash because of Bellinger's execution?
A little. But capturing Miguel Alvarez would balance it out.
Unfortunately, there's still no sign of him.
Our biggest concern right now is Clayton Hughes.
He's out on bail and he's been making a lot of speeches
condemning the governor.
I know.
You have a relationship with Hughes, don't you?
Clayton's father and I were both rookies at Oz.
His dad died in my arms, killed by a prisoner back in 1982.
Oh, well, we could use that.
You need to talk to the man, Leo. Tell him to shut up.
Time for me to charm the DAR.
Desmond.
Get me Clayton Hughes.
GLYNN: What I'm asking is for you to cool the rhetoric.
HUGHES: Rhetoric? I speak the truth.
Devlin represents all that is evil in white society.
I can't understand how you could even think
of running with him as lieutenant governor.
Clayton, you lived a very protected childhood.
Oh, here we go.
You know, not everything is tied to my father's death.
Yes, it is.
You only see the world as black and white.
Trust me, Clayton, life is gray. As gray as these fucking walls.
Now, I don't love James Devlin, but I don't see him as Satan either.
Somebody must stop him. And soon.
MAN [ON TV]: Integrity.
It's what sets real leaders apart from typical politicians.
One man running for governor has been...
You Americans think just because you have democracy
you are better than everybody else.
Elections are not what makes a country great.
Yeah? And what does, vodka?
Byezhalostny. How do you say it?
To be ruthless.
- Who is Ruth? - Huh?
I don't know anybody named Ruth.
Listen, Nikolai, I've been thinking.
You and me, we can make a lot of money renting that cell phone out
to the slugs around here.
We?
We're business partners, right?
No. The phone is mine already.
The more people know about it, the sooner someone blabs to the hacks.
So just keep your mouth shut tight.
Oh, God, I wish I could find where his fucking hiding place is.
- Fuck. - Like a treasure hunt?
Yeah. Yeah, like a motherfucking treasure hunt, Cyril.
Listen, I want you to search every square inch of Em City.
See if you can find that cell phone.
But the trick is, you can't let anyone know,
especially Stanislofsky, what you're doing, okay?
Okay. Can I start now?
Right now. Go ahead.
I did just what you wanted. I didn't say anything to anybody.
Good boy. You didn't find the cell phone, though, did you?
- Nope. - And you looked all over?
- Yep. - Where's he keep that fucking thing?
Hey, how you doing? I'm gonna kill that motherfucker.
Gonna fucking kill him.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
- Yes? MOBAY: Dr. Nathan is here.
Send her in.
Gloria.
May I hug you?
Yeah.
- Sit down, please. - Thanks.
Can I get you anything? Do anything?
Yeah, you can stop being so goddamn nice.
All right.
No, I didn't mean that.
Leo, I know you know what I'm going through.
With your daughter getting raped.
Well, she's better now. In time, you'll get better too.
- I want to come back to work. - So soon?
If I don't come back now, I never will.
Gloria, I don't want you to quit.
But I also don't want you to rush yourself. Healing is a process.
A slow process.
Not for me.
There's only one thing I need to do to make myself feel better.
- What's that? - Confront Ryan O'Reily.
NATHAN: I know you're responsible.
For what?
For me getting raped.
- No way. - Don't you deny it.
- Don't you fucking deny it. - Gloria.
I know. I know.
You called somebody and asked them for a favour.
Why would I do that?
Because the session the other day didn't go your way.
Because you couldn't manipulate me. Because you're a twisted fuck.
You want me to say that I called a pal of mine,
and I had him beat you and rape you?
Is that what you want me to say?
Yes.
Fine. I did.
You happy?
Yes.
The one thing, through all of this shit, you've said over and over again
is that you love me, and all you wanted was for me to say I love you back.
Well, I came today to tell you, to see your face when I tell you
that it'll never, ever happen.
In fact, it's the opposite. I hate you.
I will always hate you, until we are both dead in the ground. I will hate you!
Fine.
Then tell me something else.
When he was fucking you, did you think of me?
SISTER PETER: Gloria!
O'REILY: Stop it! SISTER PETER: Gloria!
OFFICER: Back off, back off, back off! SISTER PETER: Gloria!
O'REILY: Did you think of me, huh?
Did you fucking think of me, huh?
Did you fucking think of me? Come on, Gloria!
Were you thinking of me?
Another work of mercy. To comfort the afflicted.
But you see, there are a lot of ways to comfort somebody.
And a lot of afflicted just don't want to be comforted.
SISTER PETER: Gloria has decided to press charges against you.
So you might be looking at another five years added on to your sentence.
Five years. Gee.
And I have to file a report.
Fine.
I know you pretty well, Ryan.
And it may seem crazy, but I have to tell you that I think you're lying.
I don't think you had anything to do with Gloria's rape.
I said I did it. I did it.
Okay?
Okay.
When do we see Dr. Nathan and those nice people again?
We're not. It's over.
Oh. Do they still hate me?
No, Cyril, they don't hate you.
They hate me.
Listen...
That man that you killed-
Dr. Nathan's husband?
That wasn't your fault, okay?
Okay.
And Hamid Khan,
that was my doing too.
All right? You gotta know that, Cyril.
I'm guilty, not you.
I remember when I was little that Mom always used to take us to confession.
And we'd go in the big wooden box and tell all our sins.
Yeah.
And Mama said by telling God, our sins were washed away.
Remember?
Yeah.
Yeah, I remember.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Today I lied.
I told someone I did something that I didn't do.
Why?
Because it's what she wanted to hear.
O'REILY: Because it's what she needs to know to make herself whole again.
[ON TV] Fugitive Miguel Alvarez continues to evade capture,
as police widen their search across the state.
Alvarez, along with another prisoner, Agamemnon Busmalis, escaped...
Look who's out the Hole.
MAN [ON TV]: Agamemnon was captured
and returned to Oswald earlier this week.
PRISONER: How are you?
BUSMALIS: Anybody here from Cleveland?
All right. Good.
Being free, even for a few hours, was so wonderful.
I mean, I had no money, no overcoat, it was cold out there.
Man, oh, man, I was so happy.
I stopped in the middle of the street and did a little dance.
[SQUEALING]
Of course, that's when they caught me.
You were standing outside Miss Sally's house?
I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her in the flesh.
Maybe even exchange a word or three.
What the fuck happened to Alvarez?
I don't know. As soon as we crawled out of the tunnel he vamoosed.
You know what I miss more than anything about being free?
Taking a bath. I hate showers.
To sit and soak in a hot tub, bubbles everywhere.
Bubbles.
Zamyechatyelno.
I'll bet you even had a little rubber ducky, huh, Nikolai?
- Rubber ducky? - Yeah.
- What is rubber ducky? - A product of capitalist imperialism.
What do you miss most, Bob?
I have nothing to say to you.
Bob, please, talk to me.
This silence is grueling.
Why are you mad at me?
The fact that you don't know makes the of fence worse.
You're pissed off that I tried to escape?
I'm pissed off that you didn't ask me to go with you.
Oh.
That you never ever told me you were digging another tunnel.
Well, I had my reasons.
Which were...?
- Well... What?
I thought you'd slow me down.
- Slow you down? - I'm sorry, Bob.
I'm as vital as I ever was.
- I know. - I killed a man.
- I know! - Fuck you.
Oh, shit.
[ON TV] Tomorrow, at dawn, Shirley Bellinger will be executed
for the drowning of her 8-year-old daughter.
State law allows Bellinger the right to chose her own means of death,
and Bellinger, the first woman executed by the state since 1841,
has asked to be hanged.
I can't listen to this fucking shit anymore.
Yeah, depresses the fuck out of me.
Adebisi, weren't you in love with Bellinger?
- No. - Yeah, you had a little crush on her.
She had a crush on me.
If I had to die, I'd go lethal injection, man.
Me, I'd OD. An ounce or two of heroin, straight up.
The State is not gonna give you drugs.
Well, ain't lethal injection a drug?
They get a doctor to decide where the knot on the noose should be,
depending on the person's height and weight,
so that the noose snaps the neck in the right place.
I remember the day of my execution, I was terrified.
But then when I didn't die, I felt like such a coward.
MAN [ON RADIO]: Anti-capital punishment protestors continue
to march outside the prison,
though officials claim the number is smaller than was expected...
- Bye-bye, Bellinger, huh? - Yeah.
I was kind of hoping to see her one more time,
but the hacks have delayed all mail deliveries to Death Row
till after the execution.
She's quite a gal. Reminds me of my late wife.
My Arlene.
KIRK: She showed me her cunt.
I was mopping up the floor outside her cell, and wham-bam!
She showed me her cunt.
GLYNN: Next item.
Shirley Bellinger's execution is scheduled for dawn tomorrow.
- Bye. - Peter Marie-
No, no, no, Leo.
I agreed that I wouldn't protest publicly again, but that doesn't mean
I have to sit here and listen to the details.
But Bellinger has asked you to do something for her.
What?
GLYNN: After she's dead, she wants you to collect her possessions.
She doesn't want anyone else touching her things.
What am I supposed to do with them?
Well, she says dispose of them as you wish.
Okay. Can I go now?
Yeah.
Ray, she's asked for you to pray with her.
All right.
Shirley, have you any thoughts as the hour approaches?
Thoughts?
Of course I have thoughts. How could I not?
- Would you share them with us? SHIRLEY: Sure.
I'm wondering why anyone cares what my thoughts are.
They sure as hell didn't care when my husband was drunk and beat me,
or when my father-in-law raped me.
No, it wasn't until I killed my daughter,
Until I did something horrific, that what I think matters.
All I wanted was for someone to pay attention.
And now that you finally are, I see that my life then or now isn't worth shit.
Oh.
If I say "shit" you can't use this. Right?
I'm not supposed to say "shit" on the air, am I?
Aren't you curious to know who got Shirley pregnant here in Oz?
No.
[SIGHS]
It's time.
Good morning, sugar.
How you doing?
Woke up with a crick in my neck.
I must've been sleeping funny.
Maybe it's stress.
In any case, the hanging will take care of the crick.
- What'd I miss? - Nothing yet, Natalie.
- Miles is sleeping? DEYELL: Yeah.
He has no sense of propriety.
So...
So what'd you have for your final meal?
A nice SlimFast milkshake.
A girl's got to protect her figure, even if she's a corpse.
Ready?
Quite.
Sorry to get you up so early, Father.
Warden, Officer Lopresti
has been coming to my cell every night and fucking me.
- That's a lie. - You and I will talk later.
LOPRESTI: Yes, sir.
[WHISPERS] Bitch.
Speaking of that, Shirley, would you mind solving a mystery for me?
If I can.
[WHISPERS] When you got pregnant here in Oz, who was the father?
- Was it Lopresti? SHIRLEY: Oh, no.
He wasn't working Death Watch then.
My lover was Satan in the form of a man.
Which man?
A lady never reveals such secrets.
But I'll give you a hint.
Neither rain nor snow...
Goodbye, Moses.
So long, Shirley.
See you around, kiddo.
Save me a seat at the beauty salon.
MUKADA: The Lord is my shepherd,
MUKADA AND SHIRLEY: I shall not want.
He maketh me lie down in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside the still waters, he restores my soul.
MUKADA AND SHIRLEY: He guides me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil...
You prepare a table before me in the presence of mine enemies,
you anoint my head with oil...
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
-And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Amen.
[WHISPERS] No. No, no.
I changed my mind. I don't want to die this way.
- I don't want... It's too late.
- No, no! - Shirley!
No, no! No, please, please!
No, no, no, please, please!
No!
No, no, no, please, please! Oh, God, oh, God!
Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet!
Oh, sweet heaven!
Oh, sweet Jesus! I'm sorry for all I've done!
Please, please, please intercede for me now! Oh, sweet Jesus!
Help me, sweet Jesus! Help me, sweet Lord!
[SHIRLEY CRYING]
I'm sorry for all I've done.
Please, please, please, intercede for me now.
Oh, sweet Jesus. Oh, help me, baby Jesus-
[CRYING]
MILES: Hey, Sister.
Can I have her mirror?
Sure.
I'm the next one to die, you know.
Yes. I know.
HILL: The final act of mercy.
To bury the dead, to pray for the dead.
And the living.
We are merciful, not just for humanitarian reasons.
We are merciful because we ourselves want to be saved.
God expects mercy from us. God demands it.
Yet how much mercy does he show us?
Kyrie eleison.
That means, "Lord have mercy."
Christ have mercy.
Please.