ZXZCUTIVE PRODUCERS Sarry Levinson Tom Fontana TR Episcde One “The Routine” by Tom Fontana 4/14 Script #101 FINAL DRAFT 14 March 1997 Rev, 4/02 Dblue Rev. 4/11 pink yelleow Rev. 4/15 green Rev. 4/16 goldenrcd Rev. 4/18 Dbuff

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et "The Routine” 11 April 97 FADE IN: CU on AUGUSTUS HILL, twenties, in a wheelchair: HILL Oz... The name on the street for the Oswald Maximum Security Penitentiary. Oswald. Like the freak who whacked the first Kennedy boy... 0z is retro. Oz is retribution. You wanna punish a man? Separate him from his family. Separate him from himself. Cage him up with his own kind. CUT TO: INT. HOLDING TANK/OZ - DAY The old part of the prison, dark and foreboding. Ten newly arrived INMATES enter, handcuffed together. Among them are: TCBIAS BEECHER, thirty, bespectacled, WASPy, completely out of place; DONALD GROVES, thirty, long hair, Iowa corn-fed, demented; PAUL MARKSTRAM, African-American, forty, mean; and MIGUEL ALVAREZ, Latino, twenty, small but fiery. ALVAREZ is cuffed to a GANGBANGER, who glares at him menacingly. As soon as OFFICER uncuffs them, GANGBANGER stabs ALVAREZ in the chest, with a crudely made shank. ALVAREZ staggers. OFFICERS grab GANGBANGER, wrestling him to floor. ALVAREZ falls, bleeding, at BEECHER's feet. HILL (v.0.; cont.) Oz is hard times doing hard time. On BEECHER, horrified, CUT TO: INT. GLYNN'S OFFICE/0OZ - DAY LEC GLYNN, forties, African-American, has risen through the system from guard to Warden. He's hard, cynical, yet patient. GLYNN sits at desk as TIM MCMANUS enters, carrying a stack of files. Just under forty, MCMANUS has enormous energy and resolve. His major flaw: the righteousness of his vision is bound up in his own ego. GLYNN MeManus, don‘t you ever knock? MCMANUS I’ve been through the files of all the inmates who arrived today. I want Tobias Beecher (CONTINUED)

“The Routine” 9. 11 April 97 ~...’ONT INUED: GLYNN Okay. MCMANUS Miguel Alvarez. GLYNN be tough. He'’s in the hospital. Stab wound to the chest. MCMANUS He gonna live? GLYNN Apparently. Who else? MCMANUS Donald Groves. GLYNN Groves? MCMANUS Yeah. GLYNN Let me ask you McManus, and don‘t take this the wrong way: Are you out of your fucking mind? Donald Groves is a demented sociopath without a skoosh of remorse. MCMANUS Maybe. . GLYNN He ate his parents. He killed them, carved them up and he ate them. Now what the fuck do you think you can do with him? MCMANUS Teach him table manners. GLYNN The only thing an animal like that understands is punishment, hard and swift. MCMANUS Every time I come in here, you say that. Every time. (CONTINUED)

3 "The Routine” 11 April 97 CONTINUED: 2 - GLYNN Then you‘d think by now it would've sunk in. MCMANUS Leo, I know it isn‘t easy having me here. You're the Warden, you‘re used to being the boss. I got shoved down your throat, I was given this autonomy to run cell block five my way GLYNN No Groves. MCMANUS You said yourself, our first conversation, all we do is recycle. . An inmate comes in, we sit on him, send him out, he’'s back with a vengeance. Unless we do something different with these guys, try something radical, we're never gonna break the chain. GLYNN Groves isn‘t going out, he’s in here ‘til God drop kicks him to Hell. MCMANUS Or maybe, if we help the poor bastard, God‘ll decide to just punt. GLYNN (exhales) Fine, take Groves. MCMANUS Thank you. {(starts to go) GLYNN And Paul Markstram. MCMANUS Markstram? He‘s a petty drug dealer. I've got plenty of drug dealers already. (CONTINUED)

o . 4 4. 11 April 97 CONTINUED: 3 GLYNN You want Groves, you take Markstram. MCMANUS Why Markstram? GLYNN He’'s my cousin. As MCMANUS shrugs an okay, CUT TO: CU on HILL: HILL Timmy McManus, created an experimental unit inside 0z, a new approach to the "prison -— some call it Emerald City. To me, it’s a concentration camp. People think ‘cause the building’s new, all sparkly, that life in Em City is easier. It ain’t. Far from it. CUT TO: INT. HOLDING TANK/OZ - DAY The other INMATES are gone. BEECHER, MARKSTRAM and GROVES sit facing OFFICER DIANE WITTLESEY. WITTLESEY, thirty, can handle herself in any situation. She‘s tough without losing her femininity. BEECHER listens, intently. ) WITTLESEY In Emerald City, we got rules. A lot more rules than anywhere else in 0z. Your cell is your home. Keep it clean. Spotless. You are to exercise regularly, attend classes, go to drug and alcohol counseling. You are to work in one of the prison factories. You are to follow the routine: We tell you when to eat, when to sleep, when to piss. There‘s no velling, no fighting, no fucking. Follow the rules, learn self-discipline. Because if you‘d had any self-discipline, any control over yourself at all, you wouldn’t be sitting here now. Questions? {CONTINUED)

"The 5. 11 April 97 ‘..‘ONTINUED : MARKSTRAM Can I go to the bathroom? WITTLESEY Suck it in, tough guy. WITTLESEY opens door, signals. Entering are: DIND ORTOLANI, twenties, handsome, with the stride of a wiseguy; JEFFERSON KEANE, twenty, ghetto~raised, with the scars of many battles; and BOB REBADOW, age undeterminable, with whimsical eyes. - WITTLESEY (cont.) Okay, these are your sponsors -- they’ll help you get used to the routine. GROVES I want any fucking sponsor, I don’t want any fucking routine. WITTLESEY Listen, Groves, you‘re inside now. what you want and what is are two . distinctly different things. REBADOW Hi, I’m Bok Rebadow. REBADOW extends his hand to shake. GROVES takes REBADOW's band, licks the palm. REBADOW takes hand back, looks at palm, then at GROVES. REBADOW (cont.) Nice to meet you, too. WITTLESEY (turns to KEANE and MARXSTRAM) Paul Markstram, Jefferson Keane. MARKSTRAM Bey. KEANE gives MARKSTRAM the gang sign of WITTLESEY Tobias Beecher, Dino Ortolani. BEECHER (extends his hand) Hello. {CONTINUED)

“The 11 &7 ‘!DNTINUED: 2 ORTOQLANI (turns to WITTLESEY) I really have to do this? WITTLESEY Cut the shit, it‘s your turn. . ORTOLANT {turns to Beecher, huh? BEECHER . Yes. ORTOLANTI I'm guessing you ain’t Italian. BEECHER smiles awkwardly. ORTOLANI (cont.) So what’‘re you in for? Shaving strokes off your galf scare? ECHER, still trying to smile, B EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD -~ DAY DISSOLVE TO: Acura SCREECHES around a curve. INT. ACURA -~ DAY BEECHER, drunk, drives. He tries to focus, to pay attention, but his eyes start to close. EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD ~ DAY A GIRL, on a bicycle, darts out. INT. ACURA - DAY BEECHER's eyes widen as he realizes he's going to hit the GIRL. He pumps the brakes, trying to stop. On the SOUND of a DULL THUD, DISSOLVE TC:

“The Routine® 7. 11 April 87 on HILL: HILL Prisconer number 97B412, Tobias Beecher. Convicted, July ninety-seven, driving while intoxicated, vehicular manslaughter. Sentence: fifteen years. Up for parole in four. CUT TO: -1 INT. HALLWAY/OZ - DAY BEECHER, MARKSTRAM, GROVES, KEANE, REBADOW and ORTOLANI being led by OFFICERS through a narrow and oppressive corridor. The NEW ARRIVALS each carry bedding and towels. HILL {(v.0.) In Oz, the guards lock the cages and walk away. Then the predators rise, take control, make the rules. They reach a set of bars and enter. .NT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY - DAY LEGEND READS Like the moment in the movie, when Dorothy steps into color, the transition the old and the new is startling. Unlike the rest of 0z, Em City is bright and full of promise. HILL (v.0.; cont.) But in Em City, the guards are with us twenty-four hours a day. As the NEW ARRIVALS enter, the other INMATES stare at them in silence, checking them out. BEECHER steps back, afraid. HILL (v.0.; cont.) There's no privacy. Everyone sees what everyone is doing. Eyes are everywhere. jooks at BEECHER, chuckles, moves on. As the THREE NEW INMATES enter their cells for the first time, CUT TO: 10 11 12

"The 11 April 387 ._'U on HILL: HILL (cont.) eyes. Y’'see, in Em City, retribution gives way to redemption. Timmy boy believes he can save every one of us. HILL From each other, from ourselves, frem the system that dumped us here. The only thing he don’t get is -— you got to want to be saved. CuT TO: 4 INT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY ~ DAY A line forms by two pay phones, both occupied. Sign reads "One Call Each. Five Min Max." JOEY "THE ANGEL" D'ANGELO, twenties, thinks smarter than he is, waits in line for ORTOLANI, who leans against a wall, smoking a cigarette. BILLIE KEANE, Jefferson’s brother, twenty, on one of the phones, stares at ORTOLANI. BEECHER passes ORTOLANI, smiles. BEECHER How're you doing? ORTOLANI Look, pal, I know I‘m supposed to be some kinda Big Bro, but the headline is: I don‘t give a shit about you. BEECHER That's fine, Dino... ckay. ORTOLANI Hey, give you one slice of advice: Get a weapon. First guy who fucks with you take him out. BEECHER Anything else? ORTOLANTI Don’t smile. Ever. The other CALLER hangs up, goes. Telephone. {CONTINUED) 13 14

14 15 “The 9. 11 April 97 CONTINUED: D’'ANGELO hands ORTOLANI the phone. BEECHER in line. ORTOLANI turns to see BILLIE staring at him. ORTOLANI the fuck you looking at? BILLIE turns away. MARKSTRAM and KEANE approach BEECHER. MARKSTRAM You got a code for the phone? BEECHER {nods} M.C.I. MARKSTRAM what's the number? BEECHER Filve-five-five-two-three-seven-four- six-six-six. MARKSTRAM Get outta line. BEECHER looks at ORTOLANI, then at MARKSTRAM. BEECHER steps away. ORTOLANI shakes his head, then talks into phone. ORTOLANI Ginny, how are ya?... Yeah, baby, I miss you, too. The kids around? As BEECHER slinks off, CcUT TO: INT. CAFETERIA/OZ - DAY LEGEND READS "11 A.M." INMATES sit together based on which group they belong to: MUSLIMS, GANGBANGERS, LATINOS, WESTIES, ARYAN BROTHERHOOD, GAYS, BORN-AGAINS, MAFIA. NINO SCHIBETTA, fifties, a capo, sits with ORTOLANI and D*ANGELO. ORTOLANI 1 got some veal coming in you are gonna love. SCHIBETTA Bene. BEECHER carrying tray, passes them. {CONTINUED) 15

135 "The 14 April 97 CONTINUED: BEECHER Can I sit here? ORTOLANI No. BEECHER moves on, approaches REBADOW. BEECHER sits, begins to eat. out loud. BEECHER Anybody sitting here? REBADOW You. REBADOW (cont.) You‘re right you know. BEECHER Beg pardon? REBADOW right. BEECHER About what? REBADOW Genevieve. She’s thinking about divorcing you. In fact, she’s having lunch with your old law partner to talk it through. BEECHER Wait. How do you know my wife's name? REBADOW God told me. BEECHER God told you? REBADOW I read your file in the office. BEECHER Ah... wait. How did you know what I was thinking? 10. On stage, POET reads a poem (CONTINUED) 15

135 16 “The Routine” 11. 11 April 97 CONTINUED: 2 15 REBADOW God told me... BEECHER nods, not sure if he should move. GLYNN enters with bullhorn, which he tests. GLYNN Attention =-- Relative silence. GLYNN (cont.) According to the new state health guidelines, starting the end of the month, smoking will be prohibited inside Oswald Penitentiary. The room ERUPTS: curses, boos. GLYNN (cont.) Quiet down, quiet down. The NOISE continues. GLYNN yells. GLYNN (cont.) Anyone caught with tobacco will be charged with possession of contraband and sent to Ad Segq. That’s all. GLYNN exits. Food and trays start flying through the air. One tray hits ORTOLANI, who rises, crosses to WHITE PUNK. BEECHER watches ORTOLANI slap the shit out of PUNK. As BEECHER cowers in fear, . CUT 7T0: INT. - DAY 16 LEGEND READS "1 P.M." INMATES, including HILL in wheelchair, sit at workbenches, cutting cloth. REBADOW and BEECHER enter. BEECHER This is where you make the prison uniforms? REBADOW Well, actually, no -- our uniforms come from Taiwan. These are prison clothes we make to sell. (CONTINUED)

16 17 “The 12. 11 April 87 CONTINUED: . ' 16 BEECHER Sell? To who? REBADOW (holds up pants) They‘re hip or hop, I'm not sure which. -{indicates fabric on rolls) Grab a bolt and pull. BEECHER really not used to doing this kind of work. (off HILL'S stare) Not that I think there’'s anything wrong with it or demeaning... HILL what’'d’ya do on the outside? BEECHER -~ I was a lawyer. HILL (turns away) I hate lawyers almost as much as I hate cops. On BEECHER, yanking on the roll of cloth, CUT TO: INT. KITCHEN/OZ - DAY 17 LEGEND READS "4 P.M." BEECHER stands in line. ORTOLANI yells at KEANE, loud. ORTOLANI What? You can’t count? You come up short again on the zucchini, you’ll be eating it through your asshole. As KEANE moves toward ORTOLANI, SCHIBETTA enters, steps in between,. faces ORTOLANI. (CONTINUED)

172 “The Routine” 11 april 97 CONTINUED: ORTOLANI backs down, walks away. SCHIBETTA Ferma. SCHIBETTA turns to KEANE, hands him pack of cigarettes, then stares at BEECHER. As BEECHER walks away, INT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY -DAY LEGEND READS INMATES hang about, "5 P.M." BILLIE. REBADOW crosses to BEECHER. BELL RINGS. REBADOW Nice watch. BEECHER I just bought it at the commissary. REBADOW Throw it away. : BEECHER Why? REBADOW The last thing you’re gonna wanna be doing is checking the time... MINEO yells out. MINEO Count. BEECHER What now? REBADOW We go to our cells. They do a head count, then lock us in for the night. BEECHER {locks at watch) It*s five e‘clock. What am I supposed to do ‘til -~ what time is lights out? REBADOW Ten p.m. CUT TO: including MARKSTRAM, GROVES, HILL and {CONTINUED) 174

178 18 “The Routine” 11 april 97 CONTINUED: BEECHER What do I do for five hours?’ - REBADOW Try to keep breathing. The INMATES go to their cells, stand in doorway. BEECHER looks inside cell. INT. ADEBISI'S CELL/EM CITY - DAY SIMON ADEBISI, twenties, Nigerian, drug dealer, rummages through & box of BEECHER‘s things. BEECHER enters. BEECHER Hey, what’'re you doing with my stuffz ADEBISI What stuff? ADEBISI takes carton of cigarettes. BEECHER reaches for them. BEECHER Those are mine. ADEBISI Anything you got belongs to me. You understand? BEECHER freezes in fear. ADEBISI holds up carton of cigarettes. BEECHER turns to see other INMATES watching them. OFFICER JOE MINEO enters. MINEO Time to count, gentlemen. Come on out. ADEBISI Just getting to know my new Officer. MINEQ goes., ADEBISI puts carton under pillow, exits. INT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY - DAY ADEBISI stands in doorway, BEECHER squeezes past him. As OFFICERS do a head count, YELLING numbers back to OFFICER at Monitoring Desk, CUT TO: 18 19

&0 21 "The Routine" 15. 15 April g7 INT., ADEBISI’'S CELL/EM CITY - NIGHT 20 LEGEND READS "10 P.M." BEECHER lies on top bunk. ADEBISI sits in chair, as BELL RINGS. LIGHTS OUT. ADEBISI crosses to bunk, BEECHER flinches. ADEBISI laughs. ADEBISI I won‘t be fucking you, prag. {gets into lower bunk) At least not tonight. ADEBISI laughs again. On BEECHER, starting to pray, cuT TO: INT. CAFETERIA/OZ - DAY 21 LEGEND READS "7 A:M." BEECHER sits alone. VERN SCHILLINGER, forty, bald, blue evyes, friendly smile, approaches him. SCHILLINGER Hey. Mind if I sit here? BEECHER shakes head no. SCHILLINGER (cont.) Vern Schillinger. SCHILLINGER extends hand. BEECHER hesitates. SCHILLINGER (cont.) I understand. I saw last night Adebisi giving you shit, taking your cigs. BEECHER This morning he stole my watch. SCHILLINGER That sucks. He tried the same shit with me when I first got here. BEECHER What did you do? SCHILLINGER Went to McManus, asked to be switched to another pod. BEECHER And he did? (CONTINUED)

“The 16. 11 April 1 CONTINUED: SCHILLINGER Sure. But don‘t say it has to do with Adebisi, ‘cause 1f you get him in trouble, he’ll kill you... In the meantime, wear armor. BEECHER Armor? SCHILLINGER lifts his shirt -- a magazine is stuffed in his pants, covering his stomach. As BEECHER looks at the armor, cuT TO: INT. ADEBISI'S CELL/EM CITY -~ DAY BEECHER rolls up his blanket as ADEBISI stands to side. ADEBISI You rat on me, bitch? Huh? SCHILLINGER (o.c.) Shut the fuck up. BEECHER turns to see SCHILLINGER in doorway. ADEBISI Who you telling to shut up? SCHILLINGER You, boy. ADEBISI makes a move toward SCHILLINGER just as WITTLESEY approaches. WITTLESEY Play nice. SCHILLINGER turns and goes. ADEBISI backs off. BEECHER takes his stuff, starts to go, turns back to ADEBISI, who snarls. BEECHER exits, followed by WITTLESEY. INT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY - DAY -WITTLESEY heads off as BEECHER walks to another cell. INT. SCHILLINGER'S CELL/EM CITY ~ DAY .".HILLINGER stands by bunks, as BEECHER comes in. SCHILLINGER I'mon top. (CONTINUED) 21 22 23 24

"The Routine" ’ 17. April 97 « CONTINUED: BEECHER nods, starts teo unroll blanket, SCHILLINGER (cont.) aot a Jew, are you? BEECHER Me? Jewish? I don‘t even like Barbra Streisand. SCHILLINGER laughs, lifts off his shirt. On his chest, a. tattoo of a swastika. On his arm, twin lightning bolts. SCHILLINGER what‘d‘ya think o‘my tattoos? BEECHER nods, noncommittally. SCHILLINGER (cont.) - We’re gonna hafta get you one. BEECHER Um, no thanks. . SCHILLINGER (leans up close) Oh yeah. I‘m gonna brand yeu myself. BEECHER Livestock gets branded. SCHILLINGER Livestock, that’s what you are. My livestock. 'Cause now, Tobias, your ass belongs to me. As BEECHER inhales, CUT TO: > CU on HILL: HILL They call this the penal system. But it‘s really the penis system. It’s about how big. It’s about how long. It’s about how hard. Life in Oz is all about the size of your dick. And anyone who tells you different, ain’t got one. CuT TO:

27 28 “The Buff Revision 18, 18 April 97 INT. COMMON ROOQM/EM CITY - NIGHT LEGEND READS p.M." OFFICER silts at Monitoring Desk, talking on phone. INT. SCHILLINGER’'S CELL/EM CITY - NIGHT CU on BEECHER’s face, in pain. CAMERA SLOWLY PANS DOWN HIS NAKED BODY, revealing SCHILLINGER branding his ass with a Bic lighter and a ballpoint pen. BEECHER flinches, humiliated, as the other INMATES watch. As the BELL RINGS and the LIGHTS GO 0OUT, 26 27 FADE T0 BLACK: FADE IN: INT. WARD/PRISON HOSPITAL - DAY ALVAREZ lies in bed, as FATHER RAY MARATA approaches, with file folder. MARATA Miguel Alvarez? Ray Makata, I'm one of the prison chaplains. . ALVAREZ ~ McCotter? MAKATA . Ma - Ka - ta. How're you doling? ALVAREZ Th'fuck do you care? MARATA to this file, . about to become a father. You've got a girlfriend -~ Maritza -- who’s an inmate at Parker Women’s. ALVAREZ We got arrested together. Ain’'t that sweet? MAKATA I can arrange for you to be there for the birth. {CONTINUED) 28

“The - Buff Revision 19. 18 April 97 28 CONTINUED: ' 28 ALVAREZ Naw, I don’t give a shit about like that. MAKATA ) . Miguel, you’ll probably get paroled in two years. When you get out, you‘re gonna wanna to be a father to your kid. ALVAREZ That right? ALVAREZ points to a forty-year old LATINO inmate, EDUARDO, * working as an orderly. ALVAREZ (cont.) See the pendejo over there? my father. MAXATA turns back to surprised. * ALVAREZ (cont.) . And up in some cellblock somewheres -- is my grandfather. $o, man, don't be giving me none of your - shit, okay? MAKATA * Okay, you had a miserable childhood. But the bottom line is still this: You are responsible for bringing a new life into this world. You're responsible. The same way I‘m responsible for you -- for your soul. So get ready, Miguel, because 1'm gonna be over your shoulder, I'm gonna be up your ass. Comprende? MAKATA heads off. On ALVAREZ, unconvinced, TO: 2% INT. LIBRARY/0Z - DAY 2'9 taff meeting in progress. stands before EMPLOYEES, including WITTLESEY, OFFICER MICHAEL HEALY, forties, whe R carries his bitterness with a thin smile, and SISTER PETER MARIE REIMONDO, fiftyish, mischievous.

“The Routine” 14 April 97 CONTINUED: MCMANUS enters. HEALY I‘m telling ya, Leo, fucking McManus is outa fucking control. He tells me yesterday, he’'s thinking of starting a "quiet-time" -- yva ready for that? BAn hour everyday when the cons gotta sit in silence. I mean, what's next? Arts and crafts? Milk and cookies? MCMANUS Maybe you shoulda listened to what I was saying, Healy. We gotta make ‘em be guiet in here, ‘cause when they get out and get a job, they‘re gonna have to sit and do their work, in quiet. HEALY Man, what kinda fairy dust you been snorting? These stupid fucks aren’t going to work for Microsoft. It’s bullshit. MCMANUS Bullshit? You wanna know bullshit? If an inmate survives 0z, he’s got balls on the street. All I wanna do 1s take away the glory, take away the glamour of that. Make ‘em get a high school diploma, make ‘em learn to fucking read. GLYNN Hey, is everyone done making speeches? I'm moving on. Next item, the "No Smoking* rule -- MCMANUS More bullshit. You don’t actually expect us to carry out this ban. GLYNN These are state guidelines. Recommended by the Board of Caorrections, passed by the Legislature, signed by the Governor. 20. (CONTINUED) 29

"The 14 April g7 9 CONTINUED: 2 MCMANUS The Governor is an asshole. GLYNN Do you mean politically or personally? : MCMANUS He campaigned on the “No perks for prisoners“ platform. He's gonna reinstate capital punishment. Slash our budget. Incite a riot, HEALY A riot? MCMANUS I heard what happened in the cafeteria. It's only gonna escalate. This joint is fueled by cigarette smoke. GLYNN Hey, I know that Marlboros aren’t gonna disappear, that they're gonna .go underground ~— like drugs. I sald we have to enforce the new rules, I didn’t say I liked them. MCMANUS Leo -- GLYNN Next item, Kareem Said. He’ll be arriving today. I don’t need to tell you what a potential powder keg we have here. And I’'m not just saying that because he blew up a white owned warehouse in his community. HEALY Is he gonna be in Em City? GLYNN Yes. 21. (CONTINUED) 29

"The Routine” April g7 9 CONTINUED: 3 MCMANUS This is news to me. GLYNN Said claims he’s not a criminal, that he’s a political prisoner. (MORE ) (CONTINUED) 29

"The Routine" April 97 !9 CONTINUED: 3 22. GLYNN (cont.} Until all the appeals and shit are cleared, Said is to he treated with kid gloves. After that, we can bury him in genpop. MCMANUS This fucking place. GLYNN I got a direct request on this from your pal, the D.A. You got a problem, take it up with him. MCMANUS, angry but resigned, TO: 30 INT. HOLDING TANK/OZ =~ DAY KAREEM SAID, thirties, African-American, charismatic, strong, intelligent, sits with other new INMATES, as DFFICERS BARK orders and YELL questions. As SAID remains emotionless at the verbal abuse, DISSOLVE TO: i1 EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT The peace of the evening is shattered as the building EXPLODES. DISSOLVE TO: 2 INT. RECEIVING AND DISCHARGE/QZ - DAY HILL (V.o0.) Prisoner number 975444, Kareem said, a/k/a Goodsen Truman. As the NEW ARRIVALS, including SAID, are fingerprinted, CutT T0: i3 INT. EXAMINING ROOM/PRISON HOSPITAL -~ DAY HILL (v.o.; cont.) Convicted June sixth, ninety-seven. Arson in the second degree. As DOCTOR pokes every crevice on SAID’s naked body, CUT TO: 28 30 31 32 33 *

“The Routine” il April 4 INT. RECEIVING AND DISCHARGE/OZ - DAY HILL cont.) Sentence: eighteen years. 23. As the NEW ARRIVALS, including SAID, are photographed, 5 INT. HOLDING TANK/QZ - DAY HILL (v.o.; cont.) Eligible for parole in five. CUT As the NEW ARRIVALS, including SAID, put on uniforms, 6 INT. MCMANUS’ OFFICE/EM CITY - DAY MCMANUS sits opposite SAID. MCMANUS In Em City, we treat each other as we’d like to be treated. We treat each other with respect. SAID And what happens when one of us does not respect the other? GLYNN There’s SAID Then prison life all that different from the outside world. MCMANUS I should tell you, your celebrity status won’'t get you any extra advantages. All my prisoners are equals. SAID How ireonic. To finally be an egqual in a place where I have no freedom to enjoy it. MCMANUS You do the work you‘re assigned, you stay out of trouble, we’ll get along. TO: GLYNN leans on window sill. (CONTINUED) 34 35 36

"The Routine~ 24, 11 April 97 5 CONTINUED: MCMANUS (cont.) You break the rules once too often, you go into the general population. And, Kareem, in the rest of 0z, no one is treated as they‘d like to be treated. SAID I consider myself warned. MCMANUS studies SAID for a beat. I’'ve read a couple of your books. You are a brilliant writer. SAID Thank you. MCMANUS I know the kind of influence you can have on other men... I‘m hoping we can work together to make everybody’s stay here productive. I would like to help my brothers live a full life. GLYNN So would we all. Anything else we can tell you? SAID No. I do have one thing I can tell you. GLYNN that? SAID Seventy-eight percent of the population at Oswald State Penitentiary are men of color. The ratio, at last count, is one officer for every nine inmates. We can take over this prison any time we want to. ‘I' GLYNN You could take it, but you wouldn‘t keep it. (CONTINUED)

"The Routine” 25, 11 April 97 36 CONTINUED: 2 . SAID That remains to be seen. . GLYNN Are you saying you intend to start a riot? SAID I am saying: as of today, I run Oz. GLYNN Don‘t fuck with me, my brother. (calls Officers. HEAR MUSLIM CHANT. OFFICERS enter, take SAID out. 37 INT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY - DAY CHANT CONTINUES. OFFICERS escort SAID, who‘s carrying sheets and towels. The other INMATES, including REANE, SCHILLINGER, HILL, ORTOLANI, GROVES, SCHIBETTA, D’ANGELO, ADEBISI, MARRKSTRAM and REBADOW, stop whatever they’re doing and watch. They can feel the presence of this man. HILL (v.o.) There is always, in Oz, an undercurrent of fear. OFFICERS lead SAID to his cell. 38 INT. SaID’S CELL/EM CITY - DAY SAID looks around. HILL (v.0.; cont.) 0f violence. He puts the sheets and towels down. HILL (v.o. cont.) Of hate. . He looks up. MUSLIM INMATE stares directly SAID’s eyes. MUSLIM CHANT FADES. As SAID nods to MUSLIM INMATE, cut TO:

“The 26. 14 April 87 ® | A CU on HILL: 38A HILL (cont.) Waiting to explode. FADE TO BLACK: FADE IN: 9 INT. ORTOLANI’S CELL/EM CITY — NIGHT 39 LEGEND READS "10 P.M.* ORTOLANI sits, smoking a cigarette. As the BELL RINGS and the LIGHTS GO OUT, DISSOLVE TO: 0 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 40 lurks in doorway, tense. RYAN O’REILY, thirties, Ireland chiseled in his cheekbones, wearing a long leather coat, exits a bar with another WESTIE. ORTOLANI pulls out a snub-nosed .38 and fires at them. O‘REILY and the other start firing back, but ORTOLANI takes out the other ESTIE with dead~on aim. gets ORTOLANI in the shoulder, then ORTOLANI shoots O'REILY in the chest. C’'REILY goes down. Silence., ORTOLANI crosses to BODIES. He savagely kicks O’REILY several times, then drops his gun and walks away. Beat as POLICE SIRENS fill the night air. As O'REILY, in pain, opens his eyes, DISSOLVE TO: 1 INT. ORTOLANI'S CELL/EM CITY — DAWN 41 LEGEND READS "6 A.M." CU of ORTOLANI, asleep. His eyes slowly open; unsure of where he is. HILL (v.o.) Prisoner number 96C382. Dino Ortolani. ORTOLANI remembers where he is, peels back covers, plants his feet on the ground. HILL {(v.o.; cont.) Convicted December twelfth, ninety~six, one count, murder in the degree, assualt with a deadly weapon. (CONTINUED)

41 42 “The . 27. 11 April 97 CONTINUED: He rubs his face, waiting to start his daily routine.. He crosses to sink, throws water on his face. . HILL (v.o.; cont.) Sentence: Life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. As ORTOLANI lifts his face up, facing the mirror, CUT TO: INT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY - DAY LEGEND READS "7 A.M." A lone OFFICER stands at the Monitoring Desk. WITTLESEY enters, nods to OFFICER, who flicks a switch. BELL RINGS. Beat, as the CLICK of METAL BOLTS unlocking ECHOES throughout. INMATES come out and stand by their cell doors. ORTOLANI exits his cell. BILLIE watches him, sighing with longing. HILL comes out of his cell in wheelchair. Also at their cell doors are SAID, SCHIBETTA, D’ANGELO, KEANE, ADEBISI, REBADOW, GROVES and MARKSTRAM. SCHILLINGER exits his cell, turns back. BEECHER, in fetal position, lies under covers. SCHILLINGER Beecher, c‘mon, breakfast. BEECHER No. SCHILLINGER Suit yourself... SCHILLINGER passes SAID, eye-fucks him. WITTLESEY Shakedown. Door BURSTS open: Ten more OFFICERS rush in, led by two GERMAN SHEPERDS, panting and sniffing. The OFFICERS start searching each cell. ONE OFFICER flattens an INMATE against wall, as ANOTHER OFFICER, holding dog leash, holds up a baggie filled with white powder. WITTLESEY signals for the INMATE to be cuffed and taken away. ORTOLANI laughs. B&as the drug sweep continues, TO: 41 42

“The Routine” 28. April 987 3 INT. HALLWAY/EM CITY - DAY 43 MCMANUS talks with GLYNN. GLYNN Shakedowns aren‘t We need more than a few sniffing dogs to stop the flow of drugs. MCMANUS We gotta fight the addiction. We gotta fight the traffic. MCMANUS How? GLYNN A week-long lock-down. Let’s see " try and move that shit, sitting in their cells twenty-four/seven. Oh, I get it: your big idea is to punish everyone, gulilty or not. XNOCK on door. REIMONDO approathes. GLYNN Well, I sure as hell don‘t hear you coming up with anything better. Hello, Marie. heads off, REIMONDOD ¥cManus, we’ve got to talk. MCMANUS REIMONDO Sex. MUMANUS Sister, iasatlable. REIMONDO And you’re not that funny. head into:

“The Routine® 29, 11 April- 87 A INT. OFFICE/EM CITY ~ DAY 432 REIMONDO and MCMANUS enter. REIMONDO (cont.) Dino Ortolani has a conjugal visit. MCMANUS Sa? REIMONDO be the fourth one since January. MCMANUS Oh. REIMONDO Part of my job is to arrange for inmates and their wives to make whoopie. Part of your job is to tell me if said inmate has earned said whoopie. MCMANUS Four times this year, huh? I didn‘t have sex that often when I was married. REIMONDO That's probably why you’'re divorced. MCMANUS He can have a six-hour conjugal. REIMONDO {turns to go) Let’s hope he’'s not a premature ejaculator. As REIMONDO exits, CUT TO: INT. KITCHEN/QZ - DAY 44 LEGEND READS "11 .EANE, dressed in food service whites, doles out mass roduced meals on trays covered in plastic to INMATES. JOHNNY POST, African-American, twenties, also in whites, prepares real breakfasts, carries trays out into:

45 “The Routine"” 30. 11 April 8§87 INT. - DAY 45 POST brings trays to SCHIBETTA and ORTOLANI, sets them down. SCHIBETTA Thanks, kid. SCHIBETTA hands him some cigarettes. POST crosses off. D*ANGELO and ORTOLANI look at GROVES, who sits by himself, hunched over his food. He ate his mother. SCHIBETTA Get outa here. D’ANGELO This how I heard it: he killed her, then he broiled her head. Smothered it in onions. ] ORTOLANTI What? No garlic? He had his father in the freezer. SCHIBETTA Sick fuck. What the fuck is wrong with this country? In the old days, murder was murder. killed someone, it was business. And you sure as Christ didn’t eat them. ORTOLANI Times change, Nino. SCHIBETTA Fuck that, times change. Nothing changes. Nothing ever changes. ORTOLANI turns to see GROVES stick his fork into another INMATE’S meatloaf. GROVES lifts the meat to his mouth, chews. On ORTOLANI, repulsed, CUT TO:

46 “The Routine” 11 april 97 INT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY - DAY 46 LEGEND READS "1 P.M." ORTOLANI enters smoking, sees SAID talk to three MUSLIM INMATES. KEANE and the other GANGBANGERS, SCHILLINGER and the ARYANS and the LATINOS, are also watching. WITTLESEY sits at Monitoring Desk. SAID My brothers, we must dedicate ourselves to a whole different set of principles, to a2 whole new set of priorities. We must rekindle our natural sense of purity —-- the mind and the heart must be cleansed and set free. No drugs, no foul language, no alcohol, no cigarettes, no abnormal sex. These temptations must be replaced with a channeled focus. Not only will our lives here in Satan’s house be improved, but our spirits will be renewed. We are not a gang of hoodlums, we are a group of men, rooted in Africa, living in America, proud and strong. We are an entity, a presence, a force that must be dealt with. We are voices that must be heard. The white man may enslave us with his laws, enslave us in his prisons, but he has not, can not, will not enslave the very essence of our immortal souls. Bismillah ar-Rahman ar—-Raheem. SCHILLINGER appreoaches ORTOLANI. SCHILLINGER You hearing this shit? Abba dabba doo. ORTOLANI Yeah. SCHILLINGER This fuck Said is a threat. You Schibetta we gotta stick together on this one. ORTOLANI You see me riding a bicycle? { CONTINUED)

"The Routine" 32. 14 April §7 CONTINUED: ’ 46 SCHILLINGER Huh? I'm no messenger boy. You got something to say to Nino, you tell him yourself. SCHILLINGER Yeah, yeah. (looks off) Oh oh, looks like we may not have to wWorry. - ORTOLANI turns. As SAID and other MUSLIMS kneel in prayer, KEANE, ADEBISI and MARRSTRAM approach them. : MARKSTRAM whatcha doing, Kreme? ARDEBISI You like being on your knees? {moves in front of SAID) Wwhile down there —— RKEANE You been talking to the brothers apout not dealing drugs. You stick your nose in my business. He grabs kofia off SAID’s head. The MUSLIMS rise, ready to fight. SAID’s raised hand halts them. He rises, calmly, faces KEANE. SAID Is this what you want? KEANE Huh? SAID Is this what you really want? KEANE You mean a piece of you? Yean. SAID We Muslims in non-violence. We believe in respecting our neighbors. (CONTINUED)

“The 11 April 97 CONTINUED: 2 KEANE wWell, we... (indicates other GANGBANGERS) Don‘t. SAID So be it. SAID turns to MUSLIM. SAID (cont.) Hit me. MUSLIM reacts, incredulous. SAID (cont.) Hit me. MUSLIM hits SAID with fist. Harder. MUSLIM hits SAID harder. SAID (cont.} SAID (cont.) Again. MUSLIM hits SAID again. SAID (cont.) Harder. MUSLIM hits SAID harder. SAID (cont.y Again. WITTLESEY What the hell’s going on over there? KEANE stares at SAID. KEANE Man, you are one crazy motherfucker. 33, MARKSTRAM and ADEBISI cross off. SAID, bloocdied, calls to them. (CONTINUED) 46

'ANGELO enters. “The 34, 14 april 87 CONTINUED: 3 46 SAID Alaikum. As SAID turns, sees ORTOLANI staring at him, cuT TO: INT. SCHIBETTA'S CELL/EM CITY - DAY 47 LEGEND READS "3 ORTOLANI and SCHIBETTA play pinochle, smoking cigars. ORTOLANI What day is it? SCHIBETTA Friday. ORTOLANI Friday? Feels more like Monday. D'ANGELO You ready for this? Guess who's checking into Qz tomorrow? SCHIBETTA Your uncle Vinnie. D’ANGELO Naw. The Feds got Vinnie. (to ORTOLANTI) Ryan O‘Reily. ORTOLANI You‘re shitting me. D'ANGELO I'm shitting you? Why am I gonna shit you about that scumfuck? ORTOLANI They gotta be outa thelr minds putting him near me. SCHIBETTA Maybe they know exactly what they’re doing. You better be careful, Dino. {CONTINUED)

“The 35, 11 April 97 . CONTINUED: 47 D O'Reily’'s not gonna be in Em City. He's gonna be somewheres over the rainbow. SCHIBETTA Small time punk like him ~- Munchkinland. ORTOLANI gonna cap the motherfucker. SCHIBETTA turns to him, a command: SCHIBETTA You ain‘t gonna do a fucking thing, unless I say so. On ORTOLANI, reveange seething in his bones, CUT TO: .’.NT. GYM/02 - DAY . 48 ARYANS, LATINOS and GANGBANGERS pump iron. ORTOLANI enters, crosses to punching bag. .ORTOLANI starts punching the bag, hard. As ORTOLBNI works out his fury, CuUT TO: 9 INT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY - DAY 49 LEGEND READS "5 BELL RINGS. The INMATES, including HILL, GROVES, REBADOW, SAID, MARKSTRAM, SCHIBETTA, D’'ANGELO, SCHILLINGER, BILLIE and KEANE, walk slowly to their cells, prodded by OFFICERS. ORTOLANI passes BEECHER's cell. HILL (v.0.) Oz is where I live. 0Oz is where I will die. Where most of us will die. . POV: BREECHER, under his covers, in fetal position. BILL (v.o.; cont.) What we were, don’t matter. ESUME ORTOLANI as he goes to his own cell. OFFICERS count heads, YELL numbers back to OFFICER at Monitoring Desk.

50 51 52 53 54 55 Routine” 35, 11 April 987 INT. ORTOLANI’S CELL/EM CITY - DAY 50 ORTOLANI steps inside. The DOOR closes. LOCKS are heard SNAPPING shut. HILL (v.0.; cont.) What we are, don‘t matter. As ORTOLANI stands still, CUT TO: CU on HILL: 51 HILL (cont.) What we become, don’t matter, CUT TO: INT. ORTOLANI'S CELL/EM CITY - NIGHT 52 LEGEND READS "10 BELL RINGS. The LIGHTS GO OUT. ORTOLANI sits in the dark. As he lights a cigarette, the match glowing red, CuT TO: CU on HILL: 53 HILL (cont.) Does it? CUT TO: INT. ORTOLANI'S CELL/EM CITY - DAWN 54 LEGEND READS "6 A.M." CU of ORTOLANI, asleep. His eyes open slowly; unsure of where he is. Then a beat as he realizes. He peels back covers, plants his feet on the ground. As he rubs his face, waiting to start his daily routine, CUT TO: INT. HOLDING TANK/OZ - DAY 55 MORE NEW ARRIVALS, cuffed together, are lead in. Among them: B&As the admitting process begins, CUT TO:

56 57 "The 11 April 97 INT. CAFETERIA/OZ - DAY LEGEND READS "7 BILLIE passes ORTOLANI, who comes out of kitchen with clipboard. BILLIE stares at ORTOLANI, who sits down with and SCHIBETTA. ORTOLANI That fucking faggot. ORTOLANI looks up. ORTOLANI’s POV: O’REILY enters with other WESTIES. sees ORTOLANI, him. RESUME ORTOLANI, who starts to rise. SCHIBETTA lays his hand on the crook of ORTOLANI's elbow. Siediti. SCHIBETTA ORTOLANI I can’t let that punk disrespect me. SCHIBETTA Maron, you stupid or what? There are cops all over the place. ORTOLANI, frustrated, sits. O'REILY laughs, exits into: INT. KITCHEN/OZ ~ DAY O’REILY enters as KEANE and POST hand out pre-fabbed, plastic covered breakfasts on tray. O’'REILY Who’s Keane? Me. So? KEANE I‘m O'Reily. Like I said, *so"? I heard KEANE C’'REILY you can take care of a little business for me. KEANE What kind o’business? (CONTINUED) 56 57

“The Routine” 38. 11 April 97 57 CONTINUED (V) C’'REILY (sotto voce) Dino Ortelani. I want him air-noled. And I‘'m willing to pay. KEANE Fuck that, man. We don‘t kill Wiseguys. Here. KEANE hands O’REILY tray. O’REILY. Yum, yum. Plastic. As O'REILY tosses the tray away, TO: S7A INT. HALLWAY/QZ -~ DAY STA . HEALY smokes a cigarette as O'REILY approaches. 'I' O’REILY My brother says hello. HEALY nods, hands O'REILY a clgarette, lights ic. O'REILY (cont.) He says you c¢an help. BEALY I'm here, ain‘t I?7 Who? O'REILY Ortolani. The niggers are afraid to touch him. HEALY va don’t hafta worry about wasting Dino, he’s on self~-destruct. As HEALY heads off, CuT 58 INT. ORTOLANI’S CELL/EM CITY ~ DAY 58 LEGEND READS "1 P.M." ORTOLANI puts towel around his torso, exits.

"The 39. 11 April 97 COMMON ROOM/EM CITY - DAY 59 ORTOLANI walks to showers. BILLIE follows. KEANE, MARKSTRAM and ADEBISI watch a basketball game on TV. Each has earphone in their ears. NO SOUND from the TVs. a basket 1s scored. ALL of THEM jump up, CHEERING. SAID kneels on prayer mats with THREE OTHER MUSLIMS. ANOTHER INMATE puts on lipstick. REBADOW plays solitaire, looking over at BEECHER’s cell, concerned. BEECHER lies under covers. SCHILLINGER laughs with other ARYANS. As ORTOLANI enters shower, CuT T0: 3 CAMERA’S POV -— A FIST coming FAST, directly at the FRAME. The FIST HITS the lens and the CAMERA goes spinning, falling down sideways. Water pours over the lens. And blood. the FIST SLAMS the CAMERA again, REVEAL: 3 INT. SHOWER ROQOM/EM CITY - DAY &0 ORTOLANI stands over BILLIE, pounding him repeatedly with his clenched fist. Two shower heads gush hot water as white steam rises. Both ORTOLANI and BILLIE are naked. BILLIE ries to defend himself, but ORTOLANI is an unbeatable force £ strength, anger and speed. ORTOLANTI You fucking faggot. Enter two OFFICERS, followed by Officer TRAVIS BALLARD. BALLARD Alright, enough, Ortolani, enough. The two OFFICERS try to grab ORTOLANI, but the bastard’s from the streets. He smacks one OFFICER in the head, stunning him. He the other OFFICER against the wall, shoving his face into the spigots. Then he turns the hot water up full blast. The OFFICER yelps in pain. BALLARD takes out a baton and starts hammering ORTOLANI over the head with furious force. BALLARD pummels ORTOLANI as the two OFFICERS grab him again, slipping and sliding on the wet tiles. BALLARD's blows to ORTOLANI‘s head take their desired effect. He falls. With the one last ounce of strength left in him, he struggles to rise, but BALLARD stomps his foot on ORTOLANI’s forehead. Finally, eyes closing, losing consciousness, ORTOLANI surrenders. The OFFICERS stand above him, panting, their uniforms sopping wet. As the water and blood swirl down the drain, CUT 70:

-I 60A 60B “The Routine* 15 april 97 INT. COMMON ROOM/EM CITY - DAY INMATE /ORDERLIES carry BILLIE out on stretcher. KEANE rushes over. KEANE What the fuck happened? INMATE /ORDERLIES say nothing, exit. RKEANE (cont.) Who did this to my brother? On KEANE, raging, Cur TO: INT. E.R./PRISON HOSPITAL - DAY DOCTOR GLORIA NATHAN, twenty-eight, beautiful and incredibly smart, crosses to closed cubicle, pulls curtain back, revealing ORTOLANI, sitting on a gurney, his face cozing blood and puss from his wounds. NATHAN You better hope they get Billie Reane to City Hospital in time. He flames out, you‘re up for murder. ORTOLANI I'm doing life, Doctor, one more murder ain‘t gonna matter... (as she tends to his wounds) You got an angel’s touch. NATHAN When you were outside, did you ever get laid with a line like that? ORTOLANI Outside, I was faithful to my wife. NATHAN Yeah. ORTOLANT I was faithful by choice. 1In here, I ain‘t got a choice... {smiles, sexy) Or do I7? NATHAN No choice, no chance. (CONTINUED) 60A 608

“The 15 April 97 60B CONTINUED: ORTOLANI I don’'t get it. How come a high-class steth like you wastes her time treating jamingas like me? NATHAN Stay still. ORTOLANI Why ain‘t you volunteering at the women‘s prison? Why’re you shaking your tits in front of fourteen hundred guys? NATHAN I‘m trying to meet men and I'm bored with the bar scene. ORTOLANI You ain’‘t got a husband? NATHAN That’s none of your business. ORTOLANT I gotta wonder a guy let his slice come into a pit like this. Deon’t he got concern for you? NATHAN He's got plenty of concern. ORTOLANI Ah. So you are married. ORTOLANI smiles his most charming smile. Then he reaches his hand around NATHAN's back, laying it open and flat on her butt. She tugs a little hard on the suture. ORTOLANI Owww . NATHAN You happy? ORTOLANT Happy? Doctor Nathan, I‘m delirious. NATHAN continues working. On ORTOLANI, very turned on, CuT TO: = 60B

"The Routine* 40B. 15 April 97 61 INT. OFFICE/EM CITY - DAY MCMANUS works at his desk. A cockroach crawls across his desk. He drops a glass over it. KNOCK. MCMANUS Yep? HEALY enters with ORTOLANI. MCMANUS (cont.) Ah... Sit down, Dino. HEALY pushes ORTOLANI into seat. MCMANUS turns to HEALY. MCMANUS (cont.) Take the handcuffs off, please. HEALY You sure? MCMANUS I'm sure. HEALY reluctantly takes the cuffs off. Beat. MCMANUS (cont.) That“ll be all, Mister Healy. Wait cutside. HEALY grunts and exits. MCMANUS turns to ORTOLANI. MCMANUS (cont.) You put Billie Keane in intensive care. ORTOLANI Hey, I don’t start fights —- (CONTINUED) 61

61 “The 11 april 97 CONTINUED: No response. MCMANUS I know, you finish them. (takes off his glasses) Look, I'm gonna put this as simply as possible -- From what I can tell, all the officers and all the inmates hate your guts. Or are terrified of you. Or both. ORTOLANI Being popular has never been a big concern of mine. MCMANUS How about staying alive? 1Is that a concern? Because, if you keep this up, one of them will kill you. ORTOLANI So what? I‘m gonna be sitting in that cell ‘til they carry my tight little guinea ass out in a body bag. Just put me in The Hole and leave me the fuck alone. MCMANUS Do you know why, in Em City, I have lifers mixed in with the rest? MCMANUS (cont.) So that people learn to live together and not just for when they get released. Even if you're gonna be inside ‘til you die, Dino, your life can have purpose. ORTOLANI McManus, if you’re on drugs, stop. If you're not, start. 41. MCMANUS scans the report on his desk, as ORTOLANI taps glass with cockroach. MCMANUS This is your third fight related to some kind of homeosexual encounter. You can‘t go swinging every time guy makes a pass. (CONTINUED) 61

“The 11 April 97 61 CONTINUED: 2 - What am I supposed to do? standing there all faggy, stroking his dick, making it hard in front of me. MCMANUS Laugh it off. ORTOLANI I don’t got that kind of sense of humor. . MCMANUS exhales, then smiles. HEALY enters. cockroach. MCMANUS As punishment, instead of putting - you in lock-up, assigning you to work as an orderly in the AIDS Ward. ORTOLANI What the fuck, are you fucking nuts? I work the kitchen. MCMANUS Mister Healy. ORTOLANI rises, taps glass, squashes ORTOLANI He just fucked me up the ass. As HEALY takes ORTOLANI out, 62 INT. SCHIBETTA'S CELL/EM CITY - DAY ORTOLANI and SCHIBETTA play pinochle. ORTOLANI You gotta do something about this. You gotta get me off this bullshit hospital duty. SCHIBETTA Who the fuck you talking to? I gotta do a fucking thing. 42. CUT TO: (CONTINUED) 61 62

“The 43, 11 April 97 - 62 CONTINUED: ORTOLANI I don‘t wanna be touching no diseased faggots. SCHIBETTA Most o‘them are junkies. ORTOLANTI Who the fuck cares how they got it? I don‘t wanna get it. SCHIBETTA Then be careful -- ' ORTOLANI You saying you ain’t gonna help me? SCHIBETTA That’s right. ORTOLANI (loud) I run the kitchen, Nino -~ SCHIBETTA You raising your voice to me? Stunatu. This is what talking about. You gotta learn to behave. Wiseguys have been running these joints for generations. How? By this -- (grabs his crotch) aAnd this -- (taps his brain) We run the rackets, same as on the street. But you, Il Arrabbiato, you‘re gonna kill O’Reily, you‘re gonna kill the faggot. You gotta learn to think before you act. Life ain’t an icepick. So go be a nursemaid for a while, go wipe some asses. As ORTOLANI heads off, without a word, CUT TO: 63 INT. CAFETERIA/OZ - DAY LEGEND READS "4 O’REILY walks past MUSLIMS, including SAID, eating. One MUSLIM stands reading the Koran as others eat. exits into: