Bad Girls Dormitory (1986) - full transcript
Inmates at a women's prison run by a corrupt warden and her gang of sadistic guards plan a breakout.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(machine beeping)
(alarm blaring)
(ominous pulsating music)
- Kitty, stop this.
Come inside.
Kitty, please.
- Kitty!
Kitty.
- [Nurse Stevens] Kitty, please.
(Kitty screams)
(men chattering)
(knuckles knocking on door)
- [Man] You came
about the ad, huh?
Fine.
You can undress in there.
- What?
- What do you mean, "What?"
You saw the ad didn't ya?
Art photography models.
Cash paid immediately.
Now, I got a guy waitin' inside
and a girl that didn't show up.
It's 150 bucks.
You want it or not?
150 bucks, honey, cash.
(ominous rattling music)
- Okay.
What do I do?
- Take your clothes off.
Nice.
Very nice.
Jack!
- Yo!
- Get in here, let's go.
(suspenseful electronic music)
Well, what are you waitin' for?
Get out of the rest
of those schmattas!
- Hey, this is more like it.
Young skin.
- [Officer In Trenchcoat]
Okay, everybody hold it.
This is a bust.
- [Officer In Navy
Jacket] Come on, buddy,
let's see if we can
find you some clothes.
How ya doing, Roland?
- I hope your rap sheet
isn't too long, sweetheart,
'cause this is the big one.
You ever heard of conspiracy
to commit oral copulation?
Get that shirt on, baby.
I gotta talk to you.
Jesus, how old are you?
- [Paco] Marina, it's just
going to take a few minutes.
Come on.
- [Marina] All right.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Hey, can the greaser shit.
You're doin' business with me.
- I talk to Carlos, nobody else.
- You talk to me or
you walk with nothin',
senor macho man.
- Okay, okay.
What do you got?
- What do you got?
(knuckles knocking on door)
- Hold this.
Let me see what's going on.
(suspenseful rock music)
- Hold it, bitch, you're
not going anywhere.
- [Drug Dealer] Ah, shit!
- [Officer] Hold it!
- Oh God.
- Ow!
- [Officer] Don't move.
Come on.
- How old are you?
- Exactly, Mr. Beach.
As you know, it's an
experimental program.
The girls we have here
would be eaten alive
if they were thrown
into a prison,
but the crimes
they have committed
make it impossible
to even consider
placing them in halfway houses.
Some of them are
extremely dangerous.
Yes.
(suspenseful electronic music)
They require constant
observation and supervision.
Yes.
Yes, the age range of
the girls starts at 15,
and some of them are
in their early 20s.
Yes.
I would be more than happy
to see you this afternoon.
- We'll try and make this
as painless as possible.
All girls admitted to
the dormitory submit
to a body search.
- [Nurse Stevens]
All right, girls.
Lean over.
- This floor is devoted
to medical checks
for all our girls.
Sick bay, medical research.
- Research?
- The state has allowed
us to do a certain amount
of experimentation with
behavior modification.
We are interested in
trying to find the causes
that have led them
to antisocial acts.
We also have a basement
full of records
dating back 40 years
to show the lack
of progress until we started.
- She looks harmless.
- Only a social worker
would think like that.
She's in on
manslaughter charges.
- Lori?
You're next.
(ominous music)
- This is where we say goodbye.
I have a lot to do and I
think what you have seen
will be able to answer any
of the state's questions.
I'm sure our funding
will continue
with no major
problems, don't you?
- I hope so, Miss Madison.
It's been an education.
- Can you find your way out?
- I'll manage.
- Thank you.
(ominous music)
(girls chattering)
(soft electronic music)
- Come on in, honey,
the water's fine.
- [Inmate] A man!
- Get in here, baby.
- [Inmate] Don't
you need a shower?
- [Inmate] Aww, and he's cute.
- Hey, baby, don't go nowhere.
Let's get him, girls.
- Yeah!
- Woo!
- Seen enough?
(synthesizer music)
(inmates chattering)
- No way.
- Stop.
(girls chattering)
- [Inmate] Get away!
- Come on.
- Yo!
(inmates chattering)
- [Inmate] Really?
(girls chattering)
- [Inmate] He's a sweetheart.
(inmates chattering)
- Yo, Mama!
Mama!
Mama.
- [Mama] What's the
matter, darling?
- I'll give ya a
cigarette for one
of those candy bars over there.
- [Mama] No thanks.
- Come on.
(inmates chattering)
Why don't you add
'em up right here.
Fuck!
(inmates shouting)
(inmates chattering)
- [Inmate] I don't
need this shit, man.
- Shit.
Come on!
- You don't have to throw
'em like a fuckin' asshole!
- You don't have to
throw shit around.
(inmates chattering)
- [Inmate] You're askin' for it.
(inmates chattering)
- [Inmate] Something good, yo.
(inmates chattering)
- Somebody say he?
(inmates chattering)
- Look at that.
- [Inmate] I know. (laughs)
- Fresh fish?
- You want me to see
what they're about?
- Yeah, you do that.
(inmates chattering)
- What the hell are you doin'?
- Look, you keep away from us.
- Take it easy, Barb.
I was just thinkin' when you
and your little sister there
are both in for hookin',
baby slut oughta be
straight enough to
handle her own meat.
Know what I mean?
- How ya doin', Barb?
Hi, Jen.
What's happenin'?
Everything okay with you two?
- Hi, Valeska.
(Valeska grunts)
(synthesizer rock music)
- Look at that, the tramp of
the dormitory's back again.
- Hey, Deke, don't ya
have anything better to do
than run your
mouth off about me?
- Yeah, you're lookin'
to get jammed, Dottie.
- Don't make me get up.
If I do I'll be
twistin' some tits.
- Deke, don't start anything.
(inmates chattering)
- [Dottie] What
are you lookin' at?
(inmates chattering)
- Why is everybody so mean?
- [Deke] Lenka,
you're losin' it.
(inmates chattering)
- Who are you?
- Nobody.
- Nobody.
We'll see.
You have pretty eyes.
(ominous music)
(inmates chattering)
(inmate gagging)
- What's the matter, honey?
You look like you need
somethin' to make ya feel good.
- I think I'm gonna get sick.
- Take it easy.
I didn't get nothin' to eat yet.
Listen, I got some serious...
(inmate grunts)
Man, there's some weird
shit goin' down around here.
I hope there ain't nothin'
queer in this food.
- How'd the strip go, babe?
- What you mean?
- Don't give me that bull.
You holdin'?
- Girl, I don't know you and
I want you outta my face.
- Hey, I'm on your side.
You don't got, I can get.
- Oh yeah?
What are you, Madison's suck up?
- Okay.
You need somethin',
you know where to come.
Just remember, that's all.
There's so much
shit jammed in here
during visiting hours
you wouldn't believe it.
I know where all the
bodies are buried.
Ya get me?
I got connections. (chuckles)
You wanna get laid?
You wanna get high?
You come to me.
You come to Valeska. (chuckles)
- Okay, everybody, listen up.
Mail call!
Askew?
Askew!
- Thanks.
- Elmore.
Gattos.
Allen.
- [Rebel] It's from
your ma, right?
- [Officer] Avila.
- [Rebel] What'd she say?
- Cleaver.
- Shut your hole, Rebel.
- Come on, Lisa.
- Boyd.
- [Rebel] She got
somethin' for us?
- Yeah, she's got somethin'.
- [Officer] Boyd?
- Only we gotta wait 'til we
get outta here to get in on it.
- [Officer] Morales.
- Oh shit.
- Jones.
- It's tighter now
than it's ever been.
How we gonna pull a split?
- Serges.
Pierce.
- You leave that up to me.
- [Officer] Hendrix.
Shank.
- Hey, I hear you're in
for the same thing as us.
- No, I...
- Look, don't get upset.
We were in town and on the
streets for exactly one day
when we got busted.
I hadn't even turned a trick.
And would ya believe it?
Jen is still a virgin.
- What the?
- Sorry, honey, I didn't
see your little spic body
stickin' out in my way.
(Rebel screams)
(rock music)
(inmates shouting)
(Rebel and Marina grunting)
(inmates shouting)
(punches thudding)
(Marina and Rebel grunting)
(inmates shouting)
(Marina panting)
- So, you can take of yourself.
Just don't keep
having to prove it.
(Jen screams)
(ominous music)
- Zip it or shove a sock in her!
- Shut up, ya stupid fruitcake!
- I'm gonna kill
that dumb bitch!
(Jen screams)
(somber electronic music)
- Cool it, honey.
It ain't gonna get any better.
This is the way it's gonna be.
- Shut up!
I'm tryin' to sleep!
(inmates chattering)
- I'm here to help you, Paige,
and I want you to
understand that.
- Sure.
- Paige, I've asked your
father to come and see you.
- I don't have to see him.
You can't make me.
(ominous rattling music)
- Paige, do you know
how lucky you are
even to have a father?
You know Barb and Jen, those
two girls waiting outside?
They have no one to
depend on but each other.
You've seen what
it's done to them.
They are sick.
They've become ill.
They think they have
no one else to rely on.
They live in a dream world.
- I know what you're doing.
You can't make me
think I'm like them.
- Paige, I am not.
- You think you're going
to make me trust you
because you tell me
someone else's secrets.
Well, you can forget it.
- I'm sorry you feel that way.
Perhaps some
medication will help.
I am making an
appointment for you
to see Dr. DeMarco
this afternoon.
Let's see what he
can do for you.
- I won't see my father.
I won't.
- We will talk about
that later, Paige.
Now you will have to excuse me.
I have other girls to see.
(inmates chattering)
(ominous music)
(Gloria groaning)
- They comin' regular yet?
- What?
- Don't jive me, Gloria.
You're pregnant.
Those floppy shirts ain't
been hidin' it so good lately.
- (chuckles) Oh God.
Please, don't tell anyone.
They'll put me in
a prison hospital.
- What are you gonna do,
have it in the mess hall?
- I don't know, but please.
Don't tell anyone, please.
- It's your funeral, baby.
I just hope it ain't the kid's.
(ominous music)
(knuckles knocking on door)
- Come in.
Madison tells me you're not
in the mood to cooperate.
- There's nothing
to cooperate about.
- Hm?
You look like a
reasonable girl to me.
What seems to be the problem?
- There is no problem.
- Then why are you here?
- In your office?
- You know what I mean.
- Isn't it obvious?
You've got my file.
I'm a whore.
- Seems to me like you're
a little rough on yourself.
- Yeah.
(ominous rattling music)
I'm black and blue all over.
- I'd like to work with you
without using medication.
How do you feel about that?
(lilting electronic music)
Let's talk about your health.
How are you feeling today?
- You wanna find out?
- Yes, of course.
- Then open me up.
(sultry electronic music)
(lock clicks)
(Jen screams)
- It's okay, it's okay.
Shh.
(soft synthesizer music)
Shh, it's all right,
it's all right.
Shh, it's okay.
It's okay.
(metal tools clattering)
(Gloria grunting)
(water pattering)
- Gonna be okay, Gloria?
- Yeah.
Yeah, just don't go too
far away for a while, okay?
- Sure.
Come on.
- Um, I don't think we
should be doin' this.
- Don't talk, just get it out.
(upbeat electronic music)
- Rebel, I don't feel
too good. (grunts)
Rebel, I need you.
Rebel!
- Gimme a second!
- Rebel, I need you.
- [Rebel] Just a minute.
- Rebel!
- Just a minute!
- [Gloria] Rebel!
- Just a minute!
- Rebel.
- [Rebel] I'm coming.
- [Miss Madison]
Attention, girls.
- Visiting hours will be held
this afternoon in the mess hall.
- Hey, Dottie, I'm really sorry.
- You motherfuckin' scumbag.
- Hey man, I don't
need this shit.
(inmates and
visitors chattering)
- It's so good to see you.
I miss you.
I love you.
- Paco, you gotta
get me outta here.
- Marina, it's not that easy.
You gotta understand, you're in
on some real serious charges.
- And whose fault is that?
(speaking in foreign language)
- I couldn't help it.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Trust you?
I did trust you and now
I'm gonna be here until,
I don't even know until when.
- I got somebody workin' on it.
It's just going
to take some time.
- And what do I do
in the meantime?
You know they got girls in here
that wanna rip my face off?
- Take it easy.
I got something for you.
- What?
(inmates and
visitors chattering)
- Take it.
- [Marina] What?
- Take it.
- Are you crazy?
- Will you just take it?
- What am I supposed
to do with this?
- Just keep it.
You're gonna need it.
- Paco, if I get
caught with this.
- You won't get caught.
Just hide it someplace safe.
- There's no place safe in
here, Paco, you know that.
(inmates chattering)
- Okay, five minutes
'til lights out.
- Go fuck yourself.
- Screw you.
- Drop dead.
(sultry electronic music)
- No.
- Yes.
- Don't make me.
- Why not?
You want it.
- No.
- You want it, don't you?
- Please.
- Say it.
- No.
- Say it.
- Yes, I want it.
Give it to me.
(soft twinkling music)
(Billy mimicking gun firing)
(gun clicking)
(Billy grunts)
- Okay.
- You never know when
this might come in handy.
- Billy, put it away.
It scares me.
- Sure.
Sure, we got better
things to do, don't we?
- [Lori] Billy.
- What?
Come on, Lori.
You and me both know
why we parked out here.
This ain't no time
to play hard to get.
- I'm not, I just
want you to be gentle.
- You want me to go easy?
Hey, I'll go easy.
How's this?
Okay?
How's this?
And this?
(crickets chirping)
(inhales) That was great, baby.
You're so sweet.
- Billy, I don't think we
should do this anymore.
- What?
Don't talk like that, honey.
I was just gonna ask
you to do me a favor.
- What?
- You're so good, I thought
you could help me out.
I got a couple of friends
who wanna meet you.
- What?
- Take it away, guys.
She's all yours.
(ominous music)
Come on, ya little whore.
Ya did it for me, you
can do it for my buddies.
(gun firing)
(Lori screams)
- [Judge] Lori Christiansen,
you are remanded
to the custody of the
North State Correctional
female facility on a preliminary
charge of manslaughter.
Your case will be
reviewed in six months
at which time (mumbling).
(soft twinkling music)
- Did you take care of
that little dope fiend
like I told ya?
- Yup, she's dusted.
(machine whirring)
(suspenseful music)
(machine whirring)
(ominous music)
- Hello, Jen.
I hoped I might find you
down here some night.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Hello, Jen.
I hoped I might find ya
down here some night.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
(suspenseful music)
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
- No!
No, God no!
No!
No!
No! (crying)
Don't, don't!
No!
No! (crying)
(Gloria grunting)
- What's wrong?
- Oh, get me outta here.
I don't wanna wake anybody up.
They'll kill me.
- Where?
- Downstairs.
There's water in the boiler room
and it's away from
everything else.
(machine whirring)
(officer gasps)
(ominous ambient music)
(Barb screaming)
(Barb screams)
(Barb crying)
(upbeat electronic music)
* How much love is
gonna bring you around *
* I'm heatin' up so
won't you hose me down *
* Just come to me and
don't you make a sound *
* My body's hot so why
won't ya hose me down *
* The time is right
to fool around *
* So hose me down
* All I want is
your lips on mine *
* I want you now so
don't take your time *
* Light my torch 'cause this
love's just gonna scorch *
* Gonna burn if I have to wait
* Hose me down, don't be late
* Time is right to seek
our heart's desires *
* How much love is
gonna bring you around *
* I'm heatin' up so
won't ya hose me down *
* Just come to me and
don't ya make much sound *
* Time is right to fool around
* So hose me down
* All I ask is that
ya cool me down *
* I'm spinnin' fast,
goin' round and round *
* Take a chance
* Cool this while we dance
* It's time to move
* Let's start this groove
* Hose me down, don't be late
* I'm ready now
* So please don't hesitate
* How much love is gonna
- How come you extending
visiting hours for this?
- You know a girl took
her life last night.
- The second in a month
as I understand it.
- I felt this would help
relieve the tension.
* The time is right
to fool around *
* So hose me down
* All I want is
your lips on mine *
* I want you now so
don't take your time *
* Light my torch
* This love's just
gonna scorch *
- You wanna dance?
- Rebel, what do you
think you're doing?
- Nothing you'd understand.
- Get back to where you belong.
Now!
I'd keep my mind on
my job if I were you,
that is if I wanted to keep it.
- We gotta get outta here.
I need to get laid bad.
Anymore news from your ma?
- We're gettin'
real close, Rebel.
We'll be with Ma
sooner than you think.
- There's something I
think you should know.
- Paige, would you get me
something to drink, please?
Thank you.
Don, may I call you Don?
I think it would be
best if you did not
develop a personal relationship
with any of my girls.
They become very dependent and
it can only cause problems.
Oh, I wish these
girls wouldn't smoke.
(hand smacks)
What is going on here?
- I think this little girl
is high, Miss Madison.
- Lori, is this true?
- No, he came up--
- I'm afraid a night
in solitary is all
that is going to
calm you down, Lori,
and then tomorrow we
will talk about drugs.
Sperrazza, will you take
this girl to solitary?
* Gonna burn if I have to wait
* Hose me down, don't be late
* Time is right
- Gettin' your kicks, Harper?
Anybody ever tell you you
have your head up your ass?
- You're really lookin'
for it, aren't you?
- The dorm.
Five minutes.
* Won't you hose me down
* Come to me, don't
you make a sound *
* Fire's hot so won't
you hose me down *
* How much love is gonna
(slow electronic music)
(footsteps tapping)
(lightning cracks)
(thunder rumbles)
(ominous music)
(lightning cracks)
(thunder rumbles)
(Lisa screams)
(women grunting)
(Lisa screams)
(lightning cracks)
(thunder rumbles)
(Lisa spits)
(Lisa crying out)
(women grunting)
(Lisa crying out)
(women grunting)
(women crying out)
- Ow! (cries out)
(women grunting)
(women panting)
This ain't over yet.
- Anytime you say.
(thunder rumbles)
(ominous music)
(door rattles)
(gun firing)
- I've been waitin' for this.
You're gonna get
it, little girl.
You been askin' for it.
You're gonna get it.
- Don't.
Don't.
(Paige crying out)
No!
(Paige screaming)
No.
No!
No.
(lightning cracking)
(thunder rumbling)
- Barb.
Barb!
Oh God, somebody help me.
Eula!
- Rebel, come on,
we need your help.
- [Don] Get down.
- What?
- You heard me.
Think about somebody else
besides yourself for a change.
(lightning cracks)
(thunder rumbles)
(Gloria groaning)
- Take even breaths.
- Shit, look at all that blood.
- That's right, push, push!
- I don't think
I can watch this.
- You've watched worse, bitch.
- Go stand by the door and
make sure no one comes in.
- You bet.
(ominous music)
(Gloria crying out)
(hand smacks flesh)
(baby crying)
- Look at that.
Will ya look at that?
- Okay, baby, this is the world.
- So, who tells Madison?
- Girl, you are walkin'
on eggshells with me.
- Oh, please,
nobody say nothin'.
- Come on.
What the hell you gon' do
with a baby in this joint?
- One more word outta you
and I'ma break your eyeballs.
- Look, nobody tells
anybody anything.
- What you talkin' about?
- We gotta break her outta here.
And in the meantime, we'll make
a little nest in the basement.
- Now we're even.
(romantic electronic music)
- You were not raped.
- I was.
- Lori, I know you want
to get out of here,
but you must know
that making up stories
is not going to help you.
- You put me in solitary, and
McCoy came in and raped me.
That is the truth.
- You are not going
to make me believe
that my staff could be
capable of such actions.
- I'm telling you the truth.
- Don't do this to me, Lori.
- What am I doing?
I'm telling you what happened.
- You are trying to
cause problems for me
and I will not allow it.
- I was raped.
- Don't cross me, Lori.
Don't give me problems.
You will regret it.
- You don't even know
what's going on in here.
If you did I know you
wouldn't be this way.
- There is nothing going on
in here that I'm not aware of.
- This place is coming
apart, and if you don't know
what's happening, you'd
better find out soon.
- Don't threaten me, Lori.
I can make your time here
very easy or very difficult.
The decision is yours.
(ominous music)
Clarissa, get me Dr. DeMarco.
(inmate whispering)
- Lisa's ma, she was
doin' a liquor store.
They killed her dead.
- Lisa's ma, she was
killed in a liquor store.
(inmates whispering)
(Lisa crying)
(Lisa screaming)
- Lisa, stop it.
Stop. (grunting)
(Lisa screaming)
(hand smacking)
(Lisa crying)
(Lisa crying out)
(ominous music)
- That Valeska is
beginning to give me gas.
- You wanna do
somethin' about it?
- She knows too much
about what's goin' down.
- So?
- So, let's take her out.
- Anything else?
- Yeah, scrub my back.
(ominous music)
- Excuse me, Miss
Stevens, I didn't see you.
- Shouldn't you
be in the factory?
- I am, I just had to go
to the little girl's room.
- All right, well, get
back to where you belong.
Now!
- Okay.
- Rebel, what's shakin', honey?
- All kinds of things, honey.
- Oh yeah, like what?
- Some new stuff just came in.
You want in on it?
- Do I?
You know that I do.
- Good.
Why don't you come down
to the basement with me.
Let's see if we
can't cut a deal.
- You got it.
(ominous music)
So, what's the deal?
- Don't worry, I
said we'd cut it.
(ominous music)
(Valeska gurgling)
- Stuff her in that
room behind the boiler.
They won't find her for years.
- [Rebel] What's everybody
gon' think happened to her?
- She escaped.
What do you think,
you dumb twat?
Go on, get her outta here.
- I warned you about
interfering, Lori.
- Interfering?
No one else was
handling the situation.
What was I supposed to do?
- You were supposed to leave
whatever had to be done to us.
- You didn't seem to
be able to do anything.
- What does it take
to get through to you?
- I don't know what you mean.
- You know exactly what I mean.
You are in very serious
danger of ending up
under lock and key
for a very long time.
- Why are you threatening me?
Because I did your job.
- I do my job.
And I do it well.
I have been able to convince
Paige to see her father.
I can convince anyone to
do anything, even you.
- We'll see.
- Yes, we will see.
(suspenseful music)
- [Waiter] Good afternoon.
- I'm glad you decided
to see me, Paige.
It's important to me that
we have this time together.
- I'm not here
because I wanna be.
(diners chattering)
- You're my daughter
and I love you.
- You love me?
I've seen how you've shown that.
- I know that I've done
things that were wrong.
- [Paige] Wrong?
- I wanna make it up to you.
I want you to love me
as much as I love you.
- You are incredible.
- I know what you're thinking.
That's in the past.
I couldn't help myself.
It's a sickness, I know it.
Please, under...
Try to understand me.
Forgive me.
- You don't exist for me.
You're not even alive.
(ominous music)
You're dead.
I hate you.
You brutalized me.
- Paige.
- I'm in a living
hell because of you.
You molested me!
(diners chattering)
- Please, keep your voice down.
(diners chattering)
- I've seen people deal
drugs, sell their bodies.
I know who they all are.
When I tell what I know, that
whole place will come down,
and if you come down, too,
it makes what I've
gone through worth it.
You're disgusting!
(diners chattering)
(ominous music)
- What are you in
such a hurry for?
- Somebody could walk
in at any moment.
- What are you talkin' about?
- Everybody's due
in the factory.
It's only 4:30.
- I don't take chances.
- Uh-huh, then what are you
doin' here in the first place?
- Rebel.
- Don't give me shit.
You get what you want
and I get what I want.
- Well, you little bitch.
- You love it.
Now, give me what you promised.
- [Nurse Stevens] You
know, Rebel, you're using
more of that than you oughta be.
- Uh-huh, and I
ain't the only one.
Now gimme.
Now get out.
- Rebel.
- We've both got what
we came here for.
You can get me
off, but that's it.
Now I want some real action.
I don't want a
bitch, I want a man.
- [Dr. DeMarco] Oh, Marina,
I've been looking for you.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah, you know the
files in the basement?
- [Marian] Mm-hm.
- Well, there's
some records I need.
I think you'll find
them in these stacks.
Could you do this for me?
- If you want.
- Thanks.
(ominous music)
- Scared ya?
- No. (grunts)
- I thought it was about time
you and me had a little talk.
- About what?
- Look, don't bullshit me, lady.
You got busted for
dealin', right?
- So they say.
- So, how'd ya like to
keep on doin' business
right here on the inside?
- I would not like.
(hand smacks)
- You gotta learn to play nice.
Think it over.
We'll talk again.
Maybe this'll help you remember.
(foot thuds)
(Marina grunts)
(Paige crying out)
- Don't, it's not your business.
(ominous music)
(Paige crying out)
(hand smacks)
(Paige cries out)
- Paige just took a bad
fall down the stairs.
(suspenseful electronic music)
- Haldol, Demerol, morphine.
There are great amounts
of the supplies missing,
Dr. DeMarco, and I
want an explanation.
- There's no explanation
necessary, Miss Madison.
The demand in the last few
months has exceeded the supply.
We've had to use the reserves
to keep these girls
under control.
- Who do you think you are
talking to, the (mumbles)?
You would have to intake
every girl in this facility
four times a day,
every day of the week,
for a year to deplete
all the reserves.
- There has been a certain
amount of petty theft.
- Petty theft?
I think not.
- Some of these girls
are very cunning.
- And speaking of the girls,
I have been hearing some
very disturbing rumors
regarding your behavior
with some of them.
- From who?
Valeska?
- You are aware that
she has left us.
I have my sources.
- Oh, I'm sure you do.
- Are these stories true?
- [Dr. DeMarco] You've
been talking to girls
who are looking for early
releases and you know it.
They'd say anything
to get out of here.
- We will see.
I want answers from you
and I want them very
soon, Dr. DeMarco.
Do I make myself clear?
- [Dr. DeMarco] Crystal clear.
- Good.
Just remember.
- Yes?
- I am keeping my eye on you.
(romantic synthesizer music)
- Somebody left
the steam table on.
- I've been waiting for ya.
I wasn't sure you'd come.
- She's dead.
- Who?
- She's dead.
- Lori, what?
Lori?
Easy.
(Lori crying)
- Nobody did anything.
I, I--
- What happened?
- They came in and took her.
I didn't know.
I didn't--
- Who?
Who are you talking about?
- Paige.
They made it look like an
accident, but they killed her.
They killed her.
- Who, who killed her?
- [Lori] Lisa, Rebel.
What does it matter?
They're all the same.
We're all the same.
- Lori, you know
that's not true.
- We're all the same.
We come here and
something happens.
No matter what we were before,
we end up like all
the rest of them.
Nobody matters, nobody.
- Lori.
- No, don't.
I don't know if I can ever...
- Yes, you can.
You aren't everybody
else, you're different.
- God, what's happening to me?
What's happening?
I don't feel anything.
Hold me.
Hold me tight.
Hold me tight.
- [Dr. DeMarco] Baby, you
are some little piece.
- I wish I could
say the same, Doc,
but frankly, you may be
the worst lay I ever had
in my whole little
life, and that includes
that hype nurse of yours, too.
Oh, by the way.
- Yes?
- Them drugs you
was gon' give me?
- Yes?
- Why don't ya just
keep 'em, honey?
It really wasn't worth it.
Consider this a mercy fuck.
(upbeat electronic music)
- (speaking in foreign
language), baby.
I didn't know this
was gonna happen.
- What?
- Marina, I gotta
tell you something.
The bust?
It was me who got you in here.
- What?
- Marina, there's a
lot of money involved.
I got a deal with DeMarco,
Stevens, and somebody else,
and I just thought that if
you were in here for a while,
you know, well, you
could help me out.
- You son of a bitch.
- No, no, Marina.
- You dirty bastard
son of bitch.
- [Eula] You suckers leave
her alone, (mumbles) blood.
(inmates shouting)
- Put her in restraints.
This is going to be fun.
(inmates shouting)
Get her!
- [Inmate] No, you guys!
(inmates chattering)
- [Woman] Get out.
(inmates shouting)
(upbeat electronic music)
(baton clattering)
(women grunting)
(ominous music)
(women grunting)
(Lisa screaming)
(women grunting)
(Lisa crying out)
- I know the way outta here.
Now either you go
with me or you die.
- Ain't nobody goin' nowhere.
(suspenseful synthesizer music)
(men grunting)
(officer shouts)
(chair clatters)
(men grunting)
(men shouting)
(officer grunting)
- [Paco] Come on.
(officer grunting)
(Paco shouts)
(gun fires)
- Just what we need,
one more little negro.
- I'm gonna lose
my job for this.
(keys jingling)
But I don't care.
- You just lost your job.
And nobody's going anywhere.
(synthesizer music)
(rifle cocks)
(gun fires)
(ominous music)
- You gonna shoot?
Shoot.
- Don't move.
- Okay, you got it.
(rifle cocks)
(ominous music)
(rifle fires)
- So, it's gonna
be you and me, huh?
- I'm not fighting you, Lisa.
- If you have a fight with
anybody, it should be her.
- What are you talking about?
You know who's doin'
the drugs here.
You know it.
(gun fires)
(ominous music)
(ominous ambient music)
(rifle fires)
(Lisa screams)
- Lori, what is--
(rifle fires)
(ominous music)
(romantic music)
(inmates chattering)
- Lori, here's the new girl.
- You have pretty eyes.
(inmates chattering)
(dramatic music)
(upbeat electronic music)
* Pretty eyes remain the same
* Pretty eyes can never tame
* The ending of the
world for bad girls *
* Pretty eyes have
seen the past *
* My pretty eyes
can make it last *
* Innocent girls can
change to bad girls *
* Pretty eyes remain the same
* Pretty eyes can never tame
* The ending of the
world for bad girls *
* Pretty eyes have
seen your past *
* My pretty eyes
can make it last *
* Innocent girls can
change to bad girls *
* Pretty eyes have
seen the world *
* Pretty eyes of this bad girl
* Pretty eyes have
seen the world *
* Pretty eyes of this bad girl
* Pretty eyes have
seen the world *
(machine beeping)
(alarm blaring)
(ominous pulsating music)
- Kitty, stop this.
Come inside.
Kitty, please.
- Kitty!
Kitty.
- [Nurse Stevens] Kitty, please.
(Kitty screams)
(men chattering)
(knuckles knocking on door)
- [Man] You came
about the ad, huh?
Fine.
You can undress in there.
- What?
- What do you mean, "What?"
You saw the ad didn't ya?
Art photography models.
Cash paid immediately.
Now, I got a guy waitin' inside
and a girl that didn't show up.
It's 150 bucks.
You want it or not?
150 bucks, honey, cash.
(ominous rattling music)
- Okay.
What do I do?
- Take your clothes off.
Nice.
Very nice.
Jack!
- Yo!
- Get in here, let's go.
(suspenseful electronic music)
Well, what are you waitin' for?
Get out of the rest
of those schmattas!
- Hey, this is more like it.
Young skin.
- [Officer In Trenchcoat]
Okay, everybody hold it.
This is a bust.
- [Officer In Navy
Jacket] Come on, buddy,
let's see if we can
find you some clothes.
How ya doing, Roland?
- I hope your rap sheet
isn't too long, sweetheart,
'cause this is the big one.
You ever heard of conspiracy
to commit oral copulation?
Get that shirt on, baby.
I gotta talk to you.
Jesus, how old are you?
- [Paco] Marina, it's just
going to take a few minutes.
Come on.
- [Marina] All right.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Hey, can the greaser shit.
You're doin' business with me.
- I talk to Carlos, nobody else.
- You talk to me or
you walk with nothin',
senor macho man.
- Okay, okay.
What do you got?
- What do you got?
(knuckles knocking on door)
- Hold this.
Let me see what's going on.
(suspenseful rock music)
- Hold it, bitch, you're
not going anywhere.
- [Drug Dealer] Ah, shit!
- [Officer] Hold it!
- Oh God.
- Ow!
- [Officer] Don't move.
Come on.
- How old are you?
- Exactly, Mr. Beach.
As you know, it's an
experimental program.
The girls we have here
would be eaten alive
if they were thrown
into a prison,
but the crimes
they have committed
make it impossible
to even consider
placing them in halfway houses.
Some of them are
extremely dangerous.
Yes.
(suspenseful electronic music)
They require constant
observation and supervision.
Yes.
Yes, the age range of
the girls starts at 15,
and some of them are
in their early 20s.
Yes.
I would be more than happy
to see you this afternoon.
- We'll try and make this
as painless as possible.
All girls admitted to
the dormitory submit
to a body search.
- [Nurse Stevens]
All right, girls.
Lean over.
- This floor is devoted
to medical checks
for all our girls.
Sick bay, medical research.
- Research?
- The state has allowed
us to do a certain amount
of experimentation with
behavior modification.
We are interested in
trying to find the causes
that have led them
to antisocial acts.
We also have a basement
full of records
dating back 40 years
to show the lack
of progress until we started.
- She looks harmless.
- Only a social worker
would think like that.
She's in on
manslaughter charges.
- Lori?
You're next.
(ominous music)
- This is where we say goodbye.
I have a lot to do and I
think what you have seen
will be able to answer any
of the state's questions.
I'm sure our funding
will continue
with no major
problems, don't you?
- I hope so, Miss Madison.
It's been an education.
- Can you find your way out?
- I'll manage.
- Thank you.
(ominous music)
(girls chattering)
(soft electronic music)
- Come on in, honey,
the water's fine.
- [Inmate] A man!
- Get in here, baby.
- [Inmate] Don't
you need a shower?
- [Inmate] Aww, and he's cute.
- Hey, baby, don't go nowhere.
Let's get him, girls.
- Yeah!
- Woo!
- Seen enough?
(synthesizer music)
(inmates chattering)
- No way.
- Stop.
(girls chattering)
- [Inmate] Get away!
- Come on.
- Yo!
(inmates chattering)
- [Inmate] Really?
(girls chattering)
- [Inmate] He's a sweetheart.
(inmates chattering)
- Yo, Mama!
Mama!
Mama.
- [Mama] What's the
matter, darling?
- I'll give ya a
cigarette for one
of those candy bars over there.
- [Mama] No thanks.
- Come on.
(inmates chattering)
Why don't you add
'em up right here.
Fuck!
(inmates shouting)
(inmates chattering)
- [Inmate] I don't
need this shit, man.
- Shit.
Come on!
- You don't have to throw
'em like a fuckin' asshole!
- You don't have to
throw shit around.
(inmates chattering)
- [Inmate] You're askin' for it.
(inmates chattering)
- [Inmate] Something good, yo.
(inmates chattering)
- Somebody say he?
(inmates chattering)
- Look at that.
- [Inmate] I know. (laughs)
- Fresh fish?
- You want me to see
what they're about?
- Yeah, you do that.
(inmates chattering)
- What the hell are you doin'?
- Look, you keep away from us.
- Take it easy, Barb.
I was just thinkin' when you
and your little sister there
are both in for hookin',
baby slut oughta be
straight enough to
handle her own meat.
Know what I mean?
- How ya doin', Barb?
Hi, Jen.
What's happenin'?
Everything okay with you two?
- Hi, Valeska.
(Valeska grunts)
(synthesizer rock music)
- Look at that, the tramp of
the dormitory's back again.
- Hey, Deke, don't ya
have anything better to do
than run your
mouth off about me?
- Yeah, you're lookin'
to get jammed, Dottie.
- Don't make me get up.
If I do I'll be
twistin' some tits.
- Deke, don't start anything.
(inmates chattering)
- [Dottie] What
are you lookin' at?
(inmates chattering)
- Why is everybody so mean?
- [Deke] Lenka,
you're losin' it.
(inmates chattering)
- Who are you?
- Nobody.
- Nobody.
We'll see.
You have pretty eyes.
(ominous music)
(inmates chattering)
(inmate gagging)
- What's the matter, honey?
You look like you need
somethin' to make ya feel good.
- I think I'm gonna get sick.
- Take it easy.
I didn't get nothin' to eat yet.
Listen, I got some serious...
(inmate grunts)
Man, there's some weird
shit goin' down around here.
I hope there ain't nothin'
queer in this food.
- How'd the strip go, babe?
- What you mean?
- Don't give me that bull.
You holdin'?
- Girl, I don't know you and
I want you outta my face.
- Hey, I'm on your side.
You don't got, I can get.
- Oh yeah?
What are you, Madison's suck up?
- Okay.
You need somethin',
you know where to come.
Just remember, that's all.
There's so much
shit jammed in here
during visiting hours
you wouldn't believe it.
I know where all the
bodies are buried.
Ya get me?
I got connections. (chuckles)
You wanna get laid?
You wanna get high?
You come to me.
You come to Valeska. (chuckles)
- Okay, everybody, listen up.
Mail call!
Askew?
Askew!
- Thanks.
- Elmore.
Gattos.
Allen.
- [Rebel] It's from
your ma, right?
- [Officer] Avila.
- [Rebel] What'd she say?
- Cleaver.
- Shut your hole, Rebel.
- Come on, Lisa.
- Boyd.
- [Rebel] She got
somethin' for us?
- Yeah, she's got somethin'.
- [Officer] Boyd?
- Only we gotta wait 'til we
get outta here to get in on it.
- [Officer] Morales.
- Oh shit.
- Jones.
- It's tighter now
than it's ever been.
How we gonna pull a split?
- Serges.
Pierce.
- You leave that up to me.
- [Officer] Hendrix.
Shank.
- Hey, I hear you're in
for the same thing as us.
- No, I...
- Look, don't get upset.
We were in town and on the
streets for exactly one day
when we got busted.
I hadn't even turned a trick.
And would ya believe it?
Jen is still a virgin.
- What the?
- Sorry, honey, I didn't
see your little spic body
stickin' out in my way.
(Rebel screams)
(rock music)
(inmates shouting)
(Rebel and Marina grunting)
(inmates shouting)
(punches thudding)
(Marina and Rebel grunting)
(inmates shouting)
(Marina panting)
- So, you can take of yourself.
Just don't keep
having to prove it.
(Jen screams)
(ominous music)
- Zip it or shove a sock in her!
- Shut up, ya stupid fruitcake!
- I'm gonna kill
that dumb bitch!
(Jen screams)
(somber electronic music)
- Cool it, honey.
It ain't gonna get any better.
This is the way it's gonna be.
- Shut up!
I'm tryin' to sleep!
(inmates chattering)
- I'm here to help you, Paige,
and I want you to
understand that.
- Sure.
- Paige, I've asked your
father to come and see you.
- I don't have to see him.
You can't make me.
(ominous rattling music)
- Paige, do you know
how lucky you are
even to have a father?
You know Barb and Jen, those
two girls waiting outside?
They have no one to
depend on but each other.
You've seen what
it's done to them.
They are sick.
They've become ill.
They think they have
no one else to rely on.
They live in a dream world.
- I know what you're doing.
You can't make me
think I'm like them.
- Paige, I am not.
- You think you're going
to make me trust you
because you tell me
someone else's secrets.
Well, you can forget it.
- I'm sorry you feel that way.
Perhaps some
medication will help.
I am making an
appointment for you
to see Dr. DeMarco
this afternoon.
Let's see what he
can do for you.
- I won't see my father.
I won't.
- We will talk about
that later, Paige.
Now you will have to excuse me.
I have other girls to see.
(inmates chattering)
(ominous music)
(Gloria groaning)
- They comin' regular yet?
- What?
- Don't jive me, Gloria.
You're pregnant.
Those floppy shirts ain't
been hidin' it so good lately.
- (chuckles) Oh God.
Please, don't tell anyone.
They'll put me in
a prison hospital.
- What are you gonna do,
have it in the mess hall?
- I don't know, but please.
Don't tell anyone, please.
- It's your funeral, baby.
I just hope it ain't the kid's.
(ominous music)
(knuckles knocking on door)
- Come in.
Madison tells me you're not
in the mood to cooperate.
- There's nothing
to cooperate about.
- Hm?
You look like a
reasonable girl to me.
What seems to be the problem?
- There is no problem.
- Then why are you here?
- In your office?
- You know what I mean.
- Isn't it obvious?
You've got my file.
I'm a whore.
- Seems to me like you're
a little rough on yourself.
- Yeah.
(ominous rattling music)
I'm black and blue all over.
- I'd like to work with you
without using medication.
How do you feel about that?
(lilting electronic music)
Let's talk about your health.
How are you feeling today?
- You wanna find out?
- Yes, of course.
- Then open me up.
(sultry electronic music)
(lock clicks)
(Jen screams)
- It's okay, it's okay.
Shh.
(soft synthesizer music)
Shh, it's all right,
it's all right.
Shh, it's okay.
It's okay.
(metal tools clattering)
(Gloria grunting)
(water pattering)
- Gonna be okay, Gloria?
- Yeah.
Yeah, just don't go too
far away for a while, okay?
- Sure.
Come on.
- Um, I don't think we
should be doin' this.
- Don't talk, just get it out.
(upbeat electronic music)
- Rebel, I don't feel
too good. (grunts)
Rebel, I need you.
Rebel!
- Gimme a second!
- Rebel, I need you.
- [Rebel] Just a minute.
- Rebel!
- Just a minute!
- [Gloria] Rebel!
- Just a minute!
- Rebel.
- [Rebel] I'm coming.
- [Miss Madison]
Attention, girls.
- Visiting hours will be held
this afternoon in the mess hall.
- Hey, Dottie, I'm really sorry.
- You motherfuckin' scumbag.
- Hey man, I don't
need this shit.
(inmates and
visitors chattering)
- It's so good to see you.
I miss you.
I love you.
- Paco, you gotta
get me outta here.
- Marina, it's not that easy.
You gotta understand, you're in
on some real serious charges.
- And whose fault is that?
(speaking in foreign language)
- I couldn't help it.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Trust you?
I did trust you and now
I'm gonna be here until,
I don't even know until when.
- I got somebody workin' on it.
It's just going
to take some time.
- And what do I do
in the meantime?
You know they got girls in here
that wanna rip my face off?
- Take it easy.
I got something for you.
- What?
(inmates and
visitors chattering)
- Take it.
- [Marina] What?
- Take it.
- Are you crazy?
- Will you just take it?
- What am I supposed
to do with this?
- Just keep it.
You're gonna need it.
- Paco, if I get
caught with this.
- You won't get caught.
Just hide it someplace safe.
- There's no place safe in
here, Paco, you know that.
(inmates chattering)
- Okay, five minutes
'til lights out.
- Go fuck yourself.
- Screw you.
- Drop dead.
(sultry electronic music)
- No.
- Yes.
- Don't make me.
- Why not?
You want it.
- No.
- You want it, don't you?
- Please.
- Say it.
- No.
- Say it.
- Yes, I want it.
Give it to me.
(soft twinkling music)
(Billy mimicking gun firing)
(gun clicking)
(Billy grunts)
- Okay.
- You never know when
this might come in handy.
- Billy, put it away.
It scares me.
- Sure.
Sure, we got better
things to do, don't we?
- [Lori] Billy.
- What?
Come on, Lori.
You and me both know
why we parked out here.
This ain't no time
to play hard to get.
- I'm not, I just
want you to be gentle.
- You want me to go easy?
Hey, I'll go easy.
How's this?
Okay?
How's this?
And this?
(crickets chirping)
(inhales) That was great, baby.
You're so sweet.
- Billy, I don't think we
should do this anymore.
- What?
Don't talk like that, honey.
I was just gonna ask
you to do me a favor.
- What?
- You're so good, I thought
you could help me out.
I got a couple of friends
who wanna meet you.
- What?
- Take it away, guys.
She's all yours.
(ominous music)
Come on, ya little whore.
Ya did it for me, you
can do it for my buddies.
(gun firing)
(Lori screams)
- [Judge] Lori Christiansen,
you are remanded
to the custody of the
North State Correctional
female facility on a preliminary
charge of manslaughter.
Your case will be
reviewed in six months
at which time (mumbling).
(soft twinkling music)
- Did you take care of
that little dope fiend
like I told ya?
- Yup, she's dusted.
(machine whirring)
(suspenseful music)
(machine whirring)
(ominous music)
- Hello, Jen.
I hoped I might find you
down here some night.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Hello, Jen.
I hoped I might find ya
down here some night.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
(suspenseful music)
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Hello, Jen.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
Take that off.
- No!
No, God no!
No!
No!
No! (crying)
Don't, don't!
No!
No! (crying)
(Gloria grunting)
- What's wrong?
- Oh, get me outta here.
I don't wanna wake anybody up.
They'll kill me.
- Where?
- Downstairs.
There's water in the boiler room
and it's away from
everything else.
(machine whirring)
(officer gasps)
(ominous ambient music)
(Barb screaming)
(Barb screams)
(Barb crying)
(upbeat electronic music)
* How much love is
gonna bring you around *
* I'm heatin' up so
won't you hose me down *
* Just come to me and
don't you make a sound *
* My body's hot so why
won't ya hose me down *
* The time is right
to fool around *
* So hose me down
* All I want is
your lips on mine *
* I want you now so
don't take your time *
* Light my torch 'cause this
love's just gonna scorch *
* Gonna burn if I have to wait
* Hose me down, don't be late
* Time is right to seek
our heart's desires *
* How much love is
gonna bring you around *
* I'm heatin' up so
won't ya hose me down *
* Just come to me and
don't ya make much sound *
* Time is right to fool around
* So hose me down
* All I ask is that
ya cool me down *
* I'm spinnin' fast,
goin' round and round *
* Take a chance
* Cool this while we dance
* It's time to move
* Let's start this groove
* Hose me down, don't be late
* I'm ready now
* So please don't hesitate
* How much love is gonna
- How come you extending
visiting hours for this?
- You know a girl took
her life last night.
- The second in a month
as I understand it.
- I felt this would help
relieve the tension.
* The time is right
to fool around *
* So hose me down
* All I want is
your lips on mine *
* I want you now so
don't take your time *
* Light my torch
* This love's just
gonna scorch *
- You wanna dance?
- Rebel, what do you
think you're doing?
- Nothing you'd understand.
- Get back to where you belong.
Now!
I'd keep my mind on
my job if I were you,
that is if I wanted to keep it.
- We gotta get outta here.
I need to get laid bad.
Anymore news from your ma?
- We're gettin'
real close, Rebel.
We'll be with Ma
sooner than you think.
- There's something I
think you should know.
- Paige, would you get me
something to drink, please?
Thank you.
Don, may I call you Don?
I think it would be
best if you did not
develop a personal relationship
with any of my girls.
They become very dependent and
it can only cause problems.
Oh, I wish these
girls wouldn't smoke.
(hand smacks)
What is going on here?
- I think this little girl
is high, Miss Madison.
- Lori, is this true?
- No, he came up--
- I'm afraid a night
in solitary is all
that is going to
calm you down, Lori,
and then tomorrow we
will talk about drugs.
Sperrazza, will you take
this girl to solitary?
* Gonna burn if I have to wait
* Hose me down, don't be late
* Time is right
- Gettin' your kicks, Harper?
Anybody ever tell you you
have your head up your ass?
- You're really lookin'
for it, aren't you?
- The dorm.
Five minutes.
* Won't you hose me down
* Come to me, don't
you make a sound *
* Fire's hot so won't
you hose me down *
* How much love is gonna
(slow electronic music)
(footsteps tapping)
(lightning cracks)
(thunder rumbles)
(ominous music)
(lightning cracks)
(thunder rumbles)
(Lisa screams)
(women grunting)
(Lisa screams)
(lightning cracks)
(thunder rumbles)
(Lisa spits)
(Lisa crying out)
(women grunting)
(Lisa crying out)
(women grunting)
(women crying out)
- Ow! (cries out)
(women grunting)
(women panting)
This ain't over yet.
- Anytime you say.
(thunder rumbles)
(ominous music)
(door rattles)
(gun firing)
- I've been waitin' for this.
You're gonna get
it, little girl.
You been askin' for it.
You're gonna get it.
- Don't.
Don't.
(Paige crying out)
No!
(Paige screaming)
No.
No!
No.
(lightning cracking)
(thunder rumbling)
- Barb.
Barb!
Oh God, somebody help me.
Eula!
- Rebel, come on,
we need your help.
- [Don] Get down.
- What?
- You heard me.
Think about somebody else
besides yourself for a change.
(lightning cracks)
(thunder rumbles)
(Gloria groaning)
- Take even breaths.
- Shit, look at all that blood.
- That's right, push, push!
- I don't think
I can watch this.
- You've watched worse, bitch.
- Go stand by the door and
make sure no one comes in.
- You bet.
(ominous music)
(Gloria crying out)
(hand smacks flesh)
(baby crying)
- Look at that.
Will ya look at that?
- Okay, baby, this is the world.
- So, who tells Madison?
- Girl, you are walkin'
on eggshells with me.
- Oh, please,
nobody say nothin'.
- Come on.
What the hell you gon' do
with a baby in this joint?
- One more word outta you
and I'ma break your eyeballs.
- Look, nobody tells
anybody anything.
- What you talkin' about?
- We gotta break her outta here.
And in the meantime, we'll make
a little nest in the basement.
- Now we're even.
(romantic electronic music)
- You were not raped.
- I was.
- Lori, I know you want
to get out of here,
but you must know
that making up stories
is not going to help you.
- You put me in solitary, and
McCoy came in and raped me.
That is the truth.
- You are not going
to make me believe
that my staff could be
capable of such actions.
- I'm telling you the truth.
- Don't do this to me, Lori.
- What am I doing?
I'm telling you what happened.
- You are trying to
cause problems for me
and I will not allow it.
- I was raped.
- Don't cross me, Lori.
Don't give me problems.
You will regret it.
- You don't even know
what's going on in here.
If you did I know you
wouldn't be this way.
- There is nothing going on
in here that I'm not aware of.
- This place is coming
apart, and if you don't know
what's happening, you'd
better find out soon.
- Don't threaten me, Lori.
I can make your time here
very easy or very difficult.
The decision is yours.
(ominous music)
Clarissa, get me Dr. DeMarco.
(inmate whispering)
- Lisa's ma, she was
doin' a liquor store.
They killed her dead.
- Lisa's ma, she was
killed in a liquor store.
(inmates whispering)
(Lisa crying)
(Lisa screaming)
- Lisa, stop it.
Stop. (grunting)
(Lisa screaming)
(hand smacking)
(Lisa crying)
(Lisa crying out)
(ominous music)
- That Valeska is
beginning to give me gas.
- You wanna do
somethin' about it?
- She knows too much
about what's goin' down.
- So?
- So, let's take her out.
- Anything else?
- Yeah, scrub my back.
(ominous music)
- Excuse me, Miss
Stevens, I didn't see you.
- Shouldn't you
be in the factory?
- I am, I just had to go
to the little girl's room.
- All right, well, get
back to where you belong.
Now!
- Okay.
- Rebel, what's shakin', honey?
- All kinds of things, honey.
- Oh yeah, like what?
- Some new stuff just came in.
You want in on it?
- Do I?
You know that I do.
- Good.
Why don't you come down
to the basement with me.
Let's see if we
can't cut a deal.
- You got it.
(ominous music)
So, what's the deal?
- Don't worry, I
said we'd cut it.
(ominous music)
(Valeska gurgling)
- Stuff her in that
room behind the boiler.
They won't find her for years.
- [Rebel] What's everybody
gon' think happened to her?
- She escaped.
What do you think,
you dumb twat?
Go on, get her outta here.
- I warned you about
interfering, Lori.
- Interfering?
No one else was
handling the situation.
What was I supposed to do?
- You were supposed to leave
whatever had to be done to us.
- You didn't seem to
be able to do anything.
- What does it take
to get through to you?
- I don't know what you mean.
- You know exactly what I mean.
You are in very serious
danger of ending up
under lock and key
for a very long time.
- Why are you threatening me?
Because I did your job.
- I do my job.
And I do it well.
I have been able to convince
Paige to see her father.
I can convince anyone to
do anything, even you.
- We'll see.
- Yes, we will see.
(suspenseful music)
- [Waiter] Good afternoon.
- I'm glad you decided
to see me, Paige.
It's important to me that
we have this time together.
- I'm not here
because I wanna be.
(diners chattering)
- You're my daughter
and I love you.
- You love me?
I've seen how you've shown that.
- I know that I've done
things that were wrong.
- [Paige] Wrong?
- I wanna make it up to you.
I want you to love me
as much as I love you.
- You are incredible.
- I know what you're thinking.
That's in the past.
I couldn't help myself.
It's a sickness, I know it.
Please, under...
Try to understand me.
Forgive me.
- You don't exist for me.
You're not even alive.
(ominous music)
You're dead.
I hate you.
You brutalized me.
- Paige.
- I'm in a living
hell because of you.
You molested me!
(diners chattering)
- Please, keep your voice down.
(diners chattering)
- I've seen people deal
drugs, sell their bodies.
I know who they all are.
When I tell what I know, that
whole place will come down,
and if you come down, too,
it makes what I've
gone through worth it.
You're disgusting!
(diners chattering)
(ominous music)
- What are you in
such a hurry for?
- Somebody could walk
in at any moment.
- What are you talkin' about?
- Everybody's due
in the factory.
It's only 4:30.
- I don't take chances.
- Uh-huh, then what are you
doin' here in the first place?
- Rebel.
- Don't give me shit.
You get what you want
and I get what I want.
- Well, you little bitch.
- You love it.
Now, give me what you promised.
- [Nurse Stevens] You
know, Rebel, you're using
more of that than you oughta be.
- Uh-huh, and I
ain't the only one.
Now gimme.
Now get out.
- Rebel.
- We've both got what
we came here for.
You can get me
off, but that's it.
Now I want some real action.
I don't want a
bitch, I want a man.
- [Dr. DeMarco] Oh, Marina,
I've been looking for you.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah, you know the
files in the basement?
- [Marian] Mm-hm.
- Well, there's
some records I need.
I think you'll find
them in these stacks.
Could you do this for me?
- If you want.
- Thanks.
(ominous music)
- Scared ya?
- No. (grunts)
- I thought it was about time
you and me had a little talk.
- About what?
- Look, don't bullshit me, lady.
You got busted for
dealin', right?
- So they say.
- So, how'd ya like to
keep on doin' business
right here on the inside?
- I would not like.
(hand smacks)
- You gotta learn to play nice.
Think it over.
We'll talk again.
Maybe this'll help you remember.
(foot thuds)
(Marina grunts)
(Paige crying out)
- Don't, it's not your business.
(ominous music)
(Paige crying out)
(hand smacks)
(Paige cries out)
- Paige just took a bad
fall down the stairs.
(suspenseful electronic music)
- Haldol, Demerol, morphine.
There are great amounts
of the supplies missing,
Dr. DeMarco, and I
want an explanation.
- There's no explanation
necessary, Miss Madison.
The demand in the last few
months has exceeded the supply.
We've had to use the reserves
to keep these girls
under control.
- Who do you think you are
talking to, the (mumbles)?
You would have to intake
every girl in this facility
four times a day,
every day of the week,
for a year to deplete
all the reserves.
- There has been a certain
amount of petty theft.
- Petty theft?
I think not.
- Some of these girls
are very cunning.
- And speaking of the girls,
I have been hearing some
very disturbing rumors
regarding your behavior
with some of them.
- From who?
Valeska?
- You are aware that
she has left us.
I have my sources.
- Oh, I'm sure you do.
- Are these stories true?
- [Dr. DeMarco] You've
been talking to girls
who are looking for early
releases and you know it.
They'd say anything
to get out of here.
- We will see.
I want answers from you
and I want them very
soon, Dr. DeMarco.
Do I make myself clear?
- [Dr. DeMarco] Crystal clear.
- Good.
Just remember.
- Yes?
- I am keeping my eye on you.
(romantic synthesizer music)
- Somebody left
the steam table on.
- I've been waiting for ya.
I wasn't sure you'd come.
- She's dead.
- Who?
- She's dead.
- Lori, what?
Lori?
Easy.
(Lori crying)
- Nobody did anything.
I, I--
- What happened?
- They came in and took her.
I didn't know.
I didn't--
- Who?
Who are you talking about?
- Paige.
They made it look like an
accident, but they killed her.
They killed her.
- Who, who killed her?
- [Lori] Lisa, Rebel.
What does it matter?
They're all the same.
We're all the same.
- Lori, you know
that's not true.
- We're all the same.
We come here and
something happens.
No matter what we were before,
we end up like all
the rest of them.
Nobody matters, nobody.
- Lori.
- No, don't.
I don't know if I can ever...
- Yes, you can.
You aren't everybody
else, you're different.
- God, what's happening to me?
What's happening?
I don't feel anything.
Hold me.
Hold me tight.
Hold me tight.
- [Dr. DeMarco] Baby, you
are some little piece.
- I wish I could
say the same, Doc,
but frankly, you may be
the worst lay I ever had
in my whole little
life, and that includes
that hype nurse of yours, too.
Oh, by the way.
- Yes?
- Them drugs you
was gon' give me?
- Yes?
- Why don't ya just
keep 'em, honey?
It really wasn't worth it.
Consider this a mercy fuck.
(upbeat electronic music)
- (speaking in foreign
language), baby.
I didn't know this
was gonna happen.
- What?
- Marina, I gotta
tell you something.
The bust?
It was me who got you in here.
- What?
- Marina, there's a
lot of money involved.
I got a deal with DeMarco,
Stevens, and somebody else,
and I just thought that if
you were in here for a while,
you know, well, you
could help me out.
- You son of a bitch.
- No, no, Marina.
- You dirty bastard
son of bitch.
- [Eula] You suckers leave
her alone, (mumbles) blood.
(inmates shouting)
- Put her in restraints.
This is going to be fun.
(inmates shouting)
Get her!
- [Inmate] No, you guys!
(inmates chattering)
- [Woman] Get out.
(inmates shouting)
(upbeat electronic music)
(baton clattering)
(women grunting)
(ominous music)
(women grunting)
(Lisa screaming)
(women grunting)
(Lisa crying out)
- I know the way outta here.
Now either you go
with me or you die.
- Ain't nobody goin' nowhere.
(suspenseful synthesizer music)
(men grunting)
(officer shouts)
(chair clatters)
(men grunting)
(men shouting)
(officer grunting)
- [Paco] Come on.
(officer grunting)
(Paco shouts)
(gun fires)
- Just what we need,
one more little negro.
- I'm gonna lose
my job for this.
(keys jingling)
But I don't care.
- You just lost your job.
And nobody's going anywhere.
(synthesizer music)
(rifle cocks)
(gun fires)
(ominous music)
- You gonna shoot?
Shoot.
- Don't move.
- Okay, you got it.
(rifle cocks)
(ominous music)
(rifle fires)
- So, it's gonna
be you and me, huh?
- I'm not fighting you, Lisa.
- If you have a fight with
anybody, it should be her.
- What are you talking about?
You know who's doin'
the drugs here.
You know it.
(gun fires)
(ominous music)
(ominous ambient music)
(rifle fires)
(Lisa screams)
- Lori, what is--
(rifle fires)
(ominous music)
(romantic music)
(inmates chattering)
- Lori, here's the new girl.
- You have pretty eyes.
(inmates chattering)
(dramatic music)
(upbeat electronic music)
* Pretty eyes remain the same
* Pretty eyes can never tame
* The ending of the
world for bad girls *
* Pretty eyes have
seen the past *
* My pretty eyes
can make it last *
* Innocent girls can
change to bad girls *
* Pretty eyes remain the same
* Pretty eyes can never tame
* The ending of the
world for bad girls *
* Pretty eyes have
seen your past *
* My pretty eyes
can make it last *
* Innocent girls can
change to bad girls *
* Pretty eyes have
seen the world *
* Pretty eyes of this bad girl
* Pretty eyes have
seen the world *
* Pretty eyes of this bad girl
* Pretty eyes have
seen the world *