Escape at Dannamora (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Part 2 - full transcript
Matt has an idea to get out of Dannemora.
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All in the cell!
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Let's go, Ray.
I told you twice.
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All in the cells!
What's going on, O.G.?
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Hey, Bigelow.
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You're a rapist.
A fucking murderer
on the outside.
A couple years
good behavior,
with a cable fucking TV.
But you know what?
I blame this
fucking honor block.
They're fucking
entitled as shit,
and it's our fault.
Well, than just look
at it as a pacifier, man.
No, it's a fucking privilege.
You walk in here,
you're a number.
- Uh-huh.
- You don't deserve shit.
It is what it is.
Especially not a fucking TV.
Okay, then what's
the alternative?
You got a guy
in the cell.
He's staring at you
all day wondering,
"How will I kill this guy
with a toothbrush?"
Isn't that right, brother?
"Let me count the ways?"
Get the fuck off the gate.
How many times do
I gotta tell you, huh?
- Yeah, right.
- Christ.
Hey, yo, what's
your problem, boss?
Yeah.
Oh, look.
He's gonna pick up a book.
Imagine that.
Yeah.
Hey, Gene.
Hey.
So I'm, uh,
painting a landscape.
I can't find my yellow.
Oh.
But I think it's back there.
Well, you'd better go get it.
- Okay.
- Just make it quick.
Okay.
Okay.
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Send him home.
Just send him home.
Time to go home there, ball.
Son of a bitch, ball.
Why didn't you just go home?
That's your home!
He's so stupid.
Answer me!
Suck my white ass, ball!
David.
Hacksaw?
David.
What the fuck are you
doing in there?
Fucking dark in here, man.
Bro.
You'd better get the fuck
out of there.
What the fuck
are you doing?
Trying to kill these
fucking cockroaches.
They're fucking everywhere.
You wanna help?
You trying me, punk?
Oh, no, sir.
Fuck, man.
Come on, get the fuck
out of here.
Get the fuck out of there.
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All right, well,
I'll see you tomorrow.
Watch out for Big Red.
Yeah.
He's on the war path.
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What the fuck were
you doing back there?
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I think we can drop into
the basement from back there.
We would need to cut
through that ventilator.
Just fucking dark in there,
though.
We need a light.
Don't start that again.
I'm serious.
David.
No one's been back
there in forever, bro.
You would need a fucking
plasma cutter
to get through that shit, bro.
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I'm truly
proud of you.
Hey, thanks a lot,
Mr. Larson.
Or a hacksaw blade.
♪♪♪
Well, you can
hardly even notice it.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on,
I can't hear you!
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Hey, Lumpy.
Welcome back.
Yeah.
Morning.
How you doing?
♪♪♪
What's going on between
you and her?
Who?
You know who.
The chick who works
at the front gate.
Chick?
What are you--
What are you--
I saw you making eyes.
Men can be sluts,
too, you know.
I don't even know her name.
I mean, it--it--she was
making eyes at us.
Uh, it's probably because
we never gave her any money
to--to Lumpy's can.
Don't try and change
the subject.
I'm not ch--
I'm not changing anything.
I love you, cupcake.
I love you, too,
but remember one thing.
If and when you ever think
about cheating on me,
I'll know about it
before you do.
Get on the tools.
Morning.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
can I have your attention?
We're a little behind
on our Altono order.
So let's be mindful
of our work
and don't be shy
of asking for help.
- Uh-huh.
- Okay.
You hear that, David?
Don't be shy.
♪ You can buy me
diamond earrings ♪
♪ And deny-ny-ny ♪
♪ Ny-ny-ny
Yes you can babe ♪
♪ Ny-ny ♪
♪ But I smell her
on your collar ♪
Thanks.
♪ So goodbye, bye, bye ♪
♪ Bye, bye, bye ♪
♪ Hey I know you lie ♪
♪ 'Cause your lips
are moving ♪
♪ Tell me do you
think I'm dumb ♪
Just ask her
for a flashlight.
♪ I might be young ♪
♪ But I ain't stupid ♪
♪ Talking around in circles
with your tongue ♪
- We need a light.
- ♪ I gave you bass ♪
♪ You gave me sweet talk ♪
♪ Saying I'm your number one ♪
How about some of those
little eyeglasses
with lights on the end?
♪ Baby don't you know
I'm done ♪
♪ Come on say it ♪
No.
Fuck no.
Inmate Sweat.
Can you help me get some spools
out of the machine room?
Yes, Mrs. Mitchell.
Hey, just ask her.
♪ 'Cause your lips
are moving ♪
♪ Tell me do you
think I'm dumb ♪
Tell her it's
for painting at night.
♪ I might be young
but I ain't stupid ♪
Inmate Elijah, I don't
hear your machine running.
Sure, whatever.
♪ I gave you bass ♪
♪ You gave me sweet talk ♪
Good morning,
Mrs. Mitchell.
Good morning,
Mr. Sweat.
Joyce, can I see you
for a second?
♪♪♪
Fucking Eileen.
"Dear sir,
please take notice
that there was a fist fight
here on Tailor number one
which Mitchell witnessed
as well as C.O. Lumber."
Lumber?
I think that's
how he's spelling Lambert.
Yeah.
"And also it's
funny that she--"
That's you, Tilly.
"Goes into the
machine room next door
with the same guy, Sweat,
once or twice a week
for three to five minute
and come out with nothing."
That all's bullshit.
It's not even spelled right.
You know this guy,
David Sweat?
Yeah, he's my shop's
supervisor.
That doesn't prove anything.
It says you keep going
into tailor nine with him.
- Do you?
- No.
Tilly.
Well, not like that.
It's work.
It is the machine room.
Any more brain busters?
Come on.
It doesn't look good.
And I can tell you right now
what Kurt's gonna say about it.
Wait, Kurt?
You've gotta be kidding me.
You're totally
jackknifing me
right now, Eileen.
It's protocol.
You know, I've never been
jackknifed like this.
Dennis, please notify inmate
Sweat he will no longer
be working in the tailor shop
effective immediately.
Have an escort guard
bring him to his cell.
I can't run my shop
without him.
He's the only one who knows
how to do anything.
Thank you, Joyce.
It's all for a letter
that's not even true?
You had your fun,
all right?
This is
fucking bullshit.
You need to let it go.
You're lucky you
still have a job.
Oh, fuck yourself,
Dennis.
This is tailor one,
unit 125.
Go ahead.
Need a key block escort.
No hurry.
All right, escort--
Sweat.
You should get your tools.
Come with me.
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Whoever wrote
this ticket,
no offense,
but it's fucking bullshit.
I shouldn't have to lose my job
and move cells.
Yeah, it's a tough life.
You could have
got locked up, too.
Bro, I know how
to work the machines
in that shop better
than anybody else.
And there's a $2 million order
from Altona
that's gonna get fucked up
if I'm not there.
Shut up.
Pack your shit.
I am packing.
I'm just saying.
Ah.
Fuck.
I said to shut the fuck up.
That's fucked up, Palmer.
Yeah, well...
You know.
Oh.
Hey, hey, hey.
Oh, no, no, no.
Let me see.
You'd better get a job
in a couple of weeks,
or you're out this block.
Wow.
This is good.
Yeah, got one with...
some more color in the clouds,
but the reflections
in the water
on that one are pretty cool.
Uh-huh.
What do you want for it?
Oh, just have it.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Crack 20.
All right.
All yours.
You're not gonna
be lonely, that's for sure.
Oh, yeah.
Gonna have lots
of company here.
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Looks like we're neighbors.
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Hey.
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What's he doing here?
Floor's for lifers.
You working
in admin now?
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How do you do that?
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Time and patience, man.
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It looks
just like her.
I just can't understand why
you'd spend so much time
painting a picture
of that bitch.
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Don't tell me you
like the bitch.
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"Gita."
What?
"Gita."
The fuck does that mean?
Get the fuck out of here.
Fuck you.
Yo, come get your shit,
or I'm throwing it over.
I am not
fucking with you.
Move it.
♪ Fresh dressed 'cause
I shop at Models ♪
♪ Deep in Brooklyn
I rode the Ls ♪
♪ Used to ride the D
to beat the morning bell ♪
♪ At Edward R. Morrow
out on Avenue L ♪
♪ Now we be grilling cheese ♪
♪ And flipping flapjacks ♪
♪ With the diamond stylus ♪
♪ Yo we be cutting wax ♪
♪ We're the super elastic
bubble plastic ♪
♪ Got ethereal material
that's straight up classic ♪
♪ You try to vex reject
but you should respect ♪
♪ Or we'll have JC send
you out a FedEx ♪
♪ So don't start to flex up
in the discotheque ♪
♪ Or we'll make you extinct
Tyrannosaurus Rex ♪
♪ We gonna rock gonna rock ♪
♪ Like three the hard way ♪
♪ We gonna rock gonna rock ♪
♪ Like three the hard way ♪
♪ We gonna rock gonna rock ♪
♪ Like three the hard way ♪
♪ Three the hard way,
three the hard way ♪
Fuck's going on?
♪ To all my heads
qu'est-ce-que to fabriques ♪
Talk about the new girl
working the gate check?
Yeah, Tilly thinks
I got a thing for her.
Giving me shit,
saying I'm, uh,
flirting with her
or whatever.
Well, were you?
Christ, Dennis, no.
She tell you
about the drama?
The note?
Yep.
Probably get you a copy,
if you want to read it.
Hell no.
Any joker with a fountain pen
can turn your life upside down
in this place.
You're not curious?
You know what I think?
I think this has got
management's fingerprints
written all over it.
Eileen being Eileen
and Kurt being Kurt.
Politics.
- Joyce?
- What?
Look, if you're still unhappy
about something,
you're free to write a to-from.
Oh, a to-from.
I--I might as well
put a note in a bottle
and throw
it in Lake Champlain.
It's Corcraft policy to take
complaints seriously.
Yeah, it's also Corcraft policy
to take good jobs from honest
people and give them
to rapists and murderers
for 37 cents an hour.
Someone should write
a to-from about that.
- Morning.
- Morning, Dennis.
You're falling behind.
And you need a new
inmate supervisor.
I have a inmate supervisor.
Oh, please.
Just give me back
inmate Sweat
and you won't have any
problems with output.
I have no interest in
relitigating this issue.
I had a look at
the productivity stats
and I think the best
candidate is Mr. Lobell.
Lobell?
Do you have any idea
what his nickname is?
No, and it's against
Corcraft policy
to even mention a nickname.
Well, it's Murder.
Murder.
His numbers are good.
He hasn't had an infraction
in three years.
And Kurt and I are
in agreement on this.
Kurt?
Where is that guy?
He's the fucking Wizard of Oz.
Mr. Lobell?
You've been promoted.
Promoted?
I have?
To what?
There are only
two jobs in here:
worker or supervisor.
So I'm a supervisor?
Bad.
Thank you.
I had nothing to do with it.
So how do I get started?
I can't do your job for you,
which is clearly what you want.
Okay, look, well...
anything involving a straight
stitch, I'm good.
I've done pockets.
I've done belt loops.
I'm a little weak on buttons
and zippers.
So if you give me
a crash course on those,
I think I can figure it out.
Inmate Sweat...
was better at his job than
anybody I've ever seen,
and he got fired
for no reason.
So while you go around trying
to replicate all the things
he did to be so successful
at his job,
you think about that.
Go see Mr. Lambert.
You're grade four now.
Congratulations.
Lambert.
I'm grade four now.
Okay.
So, what happens?
Mrs. Mitchell
will take care of that.
Well, she told me
to come over here, so...
All right, well,
I'll mark it down.
♪ And make sure
you're all right ♪
No.
Let me see your needle.
♪ I don't want to be here ♪
Can you get that
to inmate Sweat?
Mm-hmm.
I never even got
to say goodbye to him.
You okay?
Just make sure
he gets that note.
♪♪♪
Promise you won't read it.
On my skin.
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Oh, shit!
♪♪♪
That's what
I'm talking about.
Hey, bro.
You got any matches?
No.
Lighter?
Just trying to read.
What you reading?
"Call of the Wild"?
Shit, fucked up what
happens to that wolf.
When it gets to that part when
he finds Thornton laying there
after those Indians kill him--
Yo!
I'm not fucking finished yet.
Shit.
I'm sorry.
You guys
into something here?
We was just talking about
"Call of the "Wild."
You read it?
No.
"White Fang"?
Made a good movie out of that.
Yo, can you leave?
Holy shit.
What's this?
Holy shit.
Yeah, it's real sweet.
You read it?
Yo, what the fuck is this?
Just write her back.
No.
Come on, man.
Write her back.
She might start
bringing you shit.
I just lost my job
and my cell.
I'm not doing shit.
Got it, baby!
Yeah!
Let me tell you something, man.
Every time I look out
the window from the tailor shop
and I see the town...
I see myself out there
standing in the street.
I got it to the point
now where I can see
my own fucking shadow.
Understand what I'm saying?
No.
Hmm, all right.
You have a civilian employee
writing you love notes.
And you're not gonna
do anything about it?
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That's not cool.
♪♪♪
It's a two-point game.
♪♪♪
Pass the scissors.
Did you give him my note?
Yeah.
Is he gonna write back?
Said he will.
You don't like him, do you?
Who?
Lobell.
Ugh,
he doesn't like me.
He's slowing down production.
I can talk to him.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
Murder.
Hacksaw.
♪♪♪
You and the boss lady
not getting along, huh?
What the fuck you care?
I don't.
I just feel the energy
in the room.
You know she's a racist bitch.
I ain't got time for all this
office politics bullshit.
Well, she's old.
She's a civilian.
She's surrounded by us.
If you ask me,
she's just fucking scared
out of her mind.
♪♪♪
Get the fuck out of here.
Hey, she made you captain.
Yeah.
She won't even teach me
the fucking job.
♪♪♪
What did he say?
I told him if he's nice
to the boss lady,
the boss lady
will be nice to him.
Mmm.
If not,
I'll rip his lungs out
and drink his blood.
♪♪♪
Ah, that's your son,
the Airman.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
Matt,
back to your station.
♪♪♪
Senior Airman
or Sergeant already?
Airman first class.
God bless him.
You got kids?
I got two girls.
What time is it?
Maybe get a massage,
ever thought about that?
Oh, my God,
great idea.
You know what, I head
a wise person once say,
you know, your car
needs an oil change.
Your body needs a massage.
Think today's
gonna be a good day.
What do you think?
Be a hell of a lot better if
Eileen Mulvini had a stroke
so I could do my damn job.
What did she do?
You name it.
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All right, move on.
Do a new bundle.
♪♪♪
Nice, Howard.
♪♪♪
Aww.
Oh, they're beautiful.
Thank you.
You get
to talk to them?
Well, I keep in touch
with the older one, Janet.
Uh, Maria--the younger one--
I haven't talked
to in six years.
Why?
Well, Maria lives in Mexico
with her mother, Rita.
And we're not allowed to make
international calls from here.
That's not fair.
Even on their birthday?
Who said life was fair, right?
Is this her number?
Last one I had.
You mind if I...
Uh-uh.
I mean, I'm not saying
I'm a perfect person
- or this, that, and the other.
- Who is?
Right, but when Bradley
was running Corcraft,
none of this shit went on.
Okay.
I know she's not perfect,
all right?
But I'm sure if you asked her,
she'd say I have
my faults, too.
And I could say the same
about you, Dennis.
All right,
just take it easy.
Yeah, yeah.
Nobody knows about a marriage
except the people
in the marriage,
and sometimes even
they don't know.
Hello...
Hello?
Is--Is...
Hello, is this Rita?
♪♪♪
I'm calling for Rita.
Is this Rita?
I'm--I'm a friend
of Richard Matt's.
I have a message.
Um...
I'm sorr--I--
I don't speak Spanish.
So, no hablo.
♪♪♪
No ha--No habla.
I'm sorry, um,
I have a message,
and it's for Maria,
who is his daughter.
He misses you both.
And he's in jail,
but he's okay.
I take care of him.
I'm his friend.
Yes.
Yeah, I'm his amigo.
He's okay.
Yes.
I hope you understand
what I said.
Okay.
Please tell Maria.
Bye.
♪♪♪
Oh, come on, Joyce!
The quotas are
your responsibility.
I'm not fucking
Rumplestiltskin.
I can't spin straw into gold.
That's not my job.
Well, that's why
you have Mr. Lobell.
Well, I told you
he wasn't suitable.
And how many times have
you trained with him?
The same as everybody else.
Once.
That's not enough.
Yeah, that's not enough.
Really, Kurt?
Really, why don't
you go talk to him?
He's got three
teardrop tattoos.
That means three bodies.
Come on, Kurt.
Let's go.
Inmate Matt!
Inmate Howard!
Come with me
to tailor nine!
What do you need them for?
A goddamn interlocker's broken.
Quit watching me like
a fucking hungry hawk.
Okay.
Okay, here.
Can you get this to Gomez?
Help him get set up.
We gotta give
you some spools.
♪♪♪
I did it.
I called Rita.
I talked to her.
I told her to tell
Maria that you love her
and that your life is good here
and that I take care of you.
Oh, here.
Here.
It was kinda interesting
calling Mexico.
You lived there?
Yeah.
Most beautiful country
in the world.
Mmm.
Never cold.
Can I shake your hand?
Sure.
I don't know how to thank you,
but thank you.
Here, you'd better get back.
Yeah.
♪♪♪
Yo, I ain't got shit.
Baby, don't tell them that.
- Ah!
- I got you right now.
Hey, guys, can you be
a little quieter, please?
What?
Hey.
Man, shut your punk ass up,
meat.
♪♪♪
I got a play.
Something that you can't do.
Now what? Now what?
Now what?
♪♪♪
Guys!
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Yo, get that nigga.
Yeah, get him.
Yo, please, please.
Hey, what's up, boy?
What's up?
What time
is our lockdown?
Same time
it is every night.
Okay, just asking.
Are you okay?
Yeah, but I'm fucking
done here, man.
If I kill one
of these motherfuckers...
I gotta get off the flats.
Hey, well...
at least you're working
in the library now.
It's quiet there.
There's fucking dudes
jerking off in there.
No shit?
They look at the
National Geographics.
They stop every ten seconds
to see if a C.O. is looking.
I can't stand
the fucking suspense.
Don't follow me.
Hey, do you still have that
photo of Tilly's dogs?
The ones you were drawing?
What?
The photo of Tilly's dogs?
Can I have it?
She wants it back.
Hey, yo, Mikey!
She does?
Get your punk ass
right there.
♪ dramatic music ♪
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♪♪♪
Look, it would be
great timing if you were able
to get me that transfer
order, like, right now.
Did my mother write
that letter
like she said she was
going to this time?
She fucking what?
Bro, that's not even true.
You think I'm dumb enough to
bring a fucking hunting knife
to elementary school?
I was, like, nine years old.
She put that
in a fucking letter?
She was supposed to tell
them I'm not violent,
which I'm not,
so how hard is that, man?
I'm on the fucking
honor block.
My record in here
is fucking spotless.
Fuck.
♪♪♪
Yo.
How's it going?
With what?
You know.
No, I don't know.
How's it going with Tilly?
What the fuck do you care?
Is she gonna bring
in those lights
that you were talking about?
Yeah, she's gonna
bring me the lights,
and she's gonna bring me
anything I fucking want.
Really?
Don't you and your buddy,
Reggie,
have a fucking book club
downstairs?
Lock in.
Rec's over.
Ready for the count.
All right, look.
Look.
I don't appreciate when
I try to help somebody
and they don't give a shit.
You're on
the wrong gallery, punk.
Lock the fuck in.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
Hey, did you get to the part
where Thornton walks in--
Fuck off.
Man, fuck you.
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Yo, I'm gonna
sneak by you.
Pardon me, bro.
Yo, pardon me.
Yo. Yo.
Talk to Hacksaw
real quick?
Go ahead, man.
So, okay.
"So, okay," what?
No, I'm in.
I want in.
I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.
Bro.
If that hookup is
like you say it is,
then I'm in.
So you wanna be part
of my dream.
Yes.
Say it.
I want the dream.
I want the dream.
What the fuck is that?
That's not what I said.
Okay, fine.
I wanna be a part
of your dream.
Okay.
♪ smooth music ♪
Okay.
Okay.
So tell me what the fuck
you got going on.
With what?
Bro, I just said
the fucking thing.
Tell me what you got.
I tell you what we got.
We're busting the fuck
out of here.
That's what we've got.
♪♪♪
Mr. Lambert.
♪♪♪
Have at it.
♪♪♪
Mrs. Mitchell.
I'm having a hard time
here with the pockets
and the hole stitching.
You see right here?
♪♪♪
What?
That's for you.
♪♪♪
Your tension's off.
Okay.
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Attention, gentlemen!
Anyone's light burnt out
at their workstation?
Raise your hands.
♪♪♪
Inmate Matt, can you help me
in the back room?
♪♪♪
Yeah, come.
Yeah.
♪♪♪
Oh, it's beautiful.
♪♪♪
Really?
Oh, it looks like them.
It looks just like them.
♪♪♪
You know,
it's just my way
of saying thank you
for reconnecting me
with my daughter.
Well, I wanted
to do that for you.
That was a big risk
you took for me.
That part of it was fun.
You're fun.
My husband never looks at me.
Baby.
Mmm.
I want to paint pretty
pictures for you.
But I wanna
do them right.
On stretched canvas.
Mmm.
And make frames.
But I need better tools.
What do you need?
Hacksaw blades.
Hacksaw blades.
Yeah.
♪ The Modern Lovers'
"Pablo Picasso" playing ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Well ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Some people try
to pick up girls ♪
♪ And get called asshole ♪
♪ This never happened
to Pablo Picasso ♪
♪ He could walk
down his street ♪
♪ And girls could not
resist his stare ♪
♪ And so Pablo Picasso was
never called an asshole ♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
All in the cell!
♪♪♪
Let's go, Ray.
I told you twice.
♪♪♪
All in the cells!
What's going on, O.G.?
♪♪♪
Hey, Bigelow.
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
You're a rapist.
A fucking murderer
on the outside.
A couple years
good behavior,
with a cable fucking TV.
But you know what?
I blame this
fucking honor block.
They're fucking
entitled as shit,
and it's our fault.
Well, than just look
at it as a pacifier, man.
No, it's a fucking privilege.
You walk in here,
you're a number.
- Uh-huh.
- You don't deserve shit.
It is what it is.
Especially not a fucking TV.
Okay, then what's
the alternative?
You got a guy
in the cell.
He's staring at you
all day wondering,
"How will I kill this guy
with a toothbrush?"
Isn't that right, brother?
"Let me count the ways?"
Get the fuck off the gate.
How many times do
I gotta tell you, huh?
- Yeah, right.
- Christ.
Hey, yo, what's
your problem, boss?
Yeah.
Oh, look.
He's gonna pick up a book.
Imagine that.
Yeah.
Hey, Gene.
Hey.
So I'm, uh,
painting a landscape.
I can't find my yellow.
Oh.
But I think it's back there.
Well, you'd better go get it.
- Okay.
- Just make it quick.
Okay.
Okay.
♪♪♪
Send him home.
Just send him home.
Time to go home there, ball.
Son of a bitch, ball.
Why didn't you just go home?
That's your home!
He's so stupid.
Answer me!
Suck my white ass, ball!
David.
Hacksaw?
David.
What the fuck are you
doing in there?
Fucking dark in here, man.
Bro.
You'd better get the fuck
out of there.
What the fuck
are you doing?
Trying to kill these
fucking cockroaches.
They're fucking everywhere.
You wanna help?
You trying me, punk?
Oh, no, sir.
Fuck, man.
Come on, get the fuck
out of here.
Get the fuck out of there.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
All right, well,
I'll see you tomorrow.
Watch out for Big Red.
Yeah.
He's on the war path.
♪♪♪
What the fuck were
you doing back there?
♪♪♪
I think we can drop into
the basement from back there.
We would need to cut
through that ventilator.
Just fucking dark in there,
though.
We need a light.
Don't start that again.
I'm serious.
David.
No one's been back
there in forever, bro.
You would need a fucking
plasma cutter
to get through that shit, bro.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
I'm truly
proud of you.
Hey, thanks a lot,
Mr. Larson.
Or a hacksaw blade.
♪♪♪
Well, you can
hardly even notice it.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on,
I can't hear you!
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Hey, Lumpy.
Welcome back.
Yeah.
Morning.
How you doing?
♪♪♪
What's going on between
you and her?
Who?
You know who.
The chick who works
at the front gate.
Chick?
What are you--
What are you--
I saw you making eyes.
Men can be sluts,
too, you know.
I don't even know her name.
I mean, it--it--she was
making eyes at us.
Uh, it's probably because
we never gave her any money
to--to Lumpy's can.
Don't try and change
the subject.
I'm not ch--
I'm not changing anything.
I love you, cupcake.
I love you, too,
but remember one thing.
If and when you ever think
about cheating on me,
I'll know about it
before you do.
Get on the tools.
Morning.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
can I have your attention?
We're a little behind
on our Altono order.
So let's be mindful
of our work
and don't be shy
of asking for help.
- Uh-huh.
- Okay.
You hear that, David?
Don't be shy.
♪ You can buy me
diamond earrings ♪
♪ And deny-ny-ny ♪
♪ Ny-ny-ny
Yes you can babe ♪
♪ Ny-ny ♪
♪ But I smell her
on your collar ♪
Thanks.
♪ So goodbye, bye, bye ♪
♪ Bye, bye, bye ♪
♪ Hey I know you lie ♪
♪ 'Cause your lips
are moving ♪
♪ Tell me do you
think I'm dumb ♪
Just ask her
for a flashlight.
♪ I might be young ♪
♪ But I ain't stupid ♪
♪ Talking around in circles
with your tongue ♪
- We need a light.
- ♪ I gave you bass ♪
♪ You gave me sweet talk ♪
♪ Saying I'm your number one ♪
How about some of those
little eyeglasses
with lights on the end?
♪ Baby don't you know
I'm done ♪
♪ Come on say it ♪
No.
Fuck no.
Inmate Sweat.
Can you help me get some spools
out of the machine room?
Yes, Mrs. Mitchell.
Hey, just ask her.
♪ 'Cause your lips
are moving ♪
♪ Tell me do you
think I'm dumb ♪
Tell her it's
for painting at night.
♪ I might be young
but I ain't stupid ♪
Inmate Elijah, I don't
hear your machine running.
Sure, whatever.
♪ I gave you bass ♪
♪ You gave me sweet talk ♪
Good morning,
Mrs. Mitchell.
Good morning,
Mr. Sweat.
Joyce, can I see you
for a second?
♪♪♪
Fucking Eileen.
"Dear sir,
please take notice
that there was a fist fight
here on Tailor number one
which Mitchell witnessed
as well as C.O. Lumber."
Lumber?
I think that's
how he's spelling Lambert.
Yeah.
"And also it's
funny that she--"
That's you, Tilly.
"Goes into the
machine room next door
with the same guy, Sweat,
once or twice a week
for three to five minute
and come out with nothing."
That all's bullshit.
It's not even spelled right.
You know this guy,
David Sweat?
Yeah, he's my shop's
supervisor.
That doesn't prove anything.
It says you keep going
into tailor nine with him.
- Do you?
- No.
Tilly.
Well, not like that.
It's work.
It is the machine room.
Any more brain busters?
Come on.
It doesn't look good.
And I can tell you right now
what Kurt's gonna say about it.
Wait, Kurt?
You've gotta be kidding me.
You're totally
jackknifing me
right now, Eileen.
It's protocol.
You know, I've never been
jackknifed like this.
Dennis, please notify inmate
Sweat he will no longer
be working in the tailor shop
effective immediately.
Have an escort guard
bring him to his cell.
I can't run my shop
without him.
He's the only one who knows
how to do anything.
Thank you, Joyce.
It's all for a letter
that's not even true?
You had your fun,
all right?
This is
fucking bullshit.
You need to let it go.
You're lucky you
still have a job.
Oh, fuck yourself,
Dennis.
This is tailor one,
unit 125.
Go ahead.
Need a key block escort.
No hurry.
All right, escort--
Sweat.
You should get your tools.
Come with me.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Whoever wrote
this ticket,
no offense,
but it's fucking bullshit.
I shouldn't have to lose my job
and move cells.
Yeah, it's a tough life.
You could have
got locked up, too.
Bro, I know how
to work the machines
in that shop better
than anybody else.
And there's a $2 million order
from Altona
that's gonna get fucked up
if I'm not there.
Shut up.
Pack your shit.
I am packing.
I'm just saying.
Ah.
Fuck.
I said to shut the fuck up.
That's fucked up, Palmer.
Yeah, well...
You know.
Oh.
Hey, hey, hey.
Oh, no, no, no.
Let me see.
You'd better get a job
in a couple of weeks,
or you're out this block.
Wow.
This is good.
Yeah, got one with...
some more color in the clouds,
but the reflections
in the water
on that one are pretty cool.
Uh-huh.
What do you want for it?
Oh, just have it.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Crack 20.
All right.
All yours.
You're not gonna
be lonely, that's for sure.
Oh, yeah.
Gonna have lots
of company here.
♪♪♪
Looks like we're neighbors.
♪♪♪
Hey.
♪♪♪
What's he doing here?
Floor's for lifers.
You working
in admin now?
♪♪♪
How do you do that?
♪♪♪
Time and patience, man.
♪♪♪
It looks
just like her.
I just can't understand why
you'd spend so much time
painting a picture
of that bitch.
♪♪♪
Don't tell me you
like the bitch.
♪♪♪
"Gita."
What?
"Gita."
The fuck does that mean?
Get the fuck out of here.
Fuck you.
Yo, come get your shit,
or I'm throwing it over.
I am not
fucking with you.
Move it.
♪ Fresh dressed 'cause
I shop at Models ♪
♪ Deep in Brooklyn
I rode the Ls ♪
♪ Used to ride the D
to beat the morning bell ♪
♪ At Edward R. Morrow
out on Avenue L ♪
♪ Now we be grilling cheese ♪
♪ And flipping flapjacks ♪
♪ With the diamond stylus ♪
♪ Yo we be cutting wax ♪
♪ We're the super elastic
bubble plastic ♪
♪ Got ethereal material
that's straight up classic ♪
♪ You try to vex reject
but you should respect ♪
♪ Or we'll have JC send
you out a FedEx ♪
♪ So don't start to flex up
in the discotheque ♪
♪ Or we'll make you extinct
Tyrannosaurus Rex ♪
♪ We gonna rock gonna rock ♪
♪ Like three the hard way ♪
♪ We gonna rock gonna rock ♪
♪ Like three the hard way ♪
♪ We gonna rock gonna rock ♪
♪ Like three the hard way ♪
♪ Three the hard way,
three the hard way ♪
Fuck's going on?
♪ To all my heads
qu'est-ce-que to fabriques ♪
Talk about the new girl
working the gate check?
Yeah, Tilly thinks
I got a thing for her.
Giving me shit,
saying I'm, uh,
flirting with her
or whatever.
Well, were you?
Christ, Dennis, no.
She tell you
about the drama?
The note?
Yep.
Probably get you a copy,
if you want to read it.
Hell no.
Any joker with a fountain pen
can turn your life upside down
in this place.
You're not curious?
You know what I think?
I think this has got
management's fingerprints
written all over it.
Eileen being Eileen
and Kurt being Kurt.
Politics.
- Joyce?
- What?
Look, if you're still unhappy
about something,
you're free to write a to-from.
Oh, a to-from.
I--I might as well
put a note in a bottle
and throw
it in Lake Champlain.
It's Corcraft policy to take
complaints seriously.
Yeah, it's also Corcraft policy
to take good jobs from honest
people and give them
to rapists and murderers
for 37 cents an hour.
Someone should write
a to-from about that.
- Morning.
- Morning, Dennis.
You're falling behind.
And you need a new
inmate supervisor.
I have a inmate supervisor.
Oh, please.
Just give me back
inmate Sweat
and you won't have any
problems with output.
I have no interest in
relitigating this issue.
I had a look at
the productivity stats
and I think the best
candidate is Mr. Lobell.
Lobell?
Do you have any idea
what his nickname is?
No, and it's against
Corcraft policy
to even mention a nickname.
Well, it's Murder.
Murder.
His numbers are good.
He hasn't had an infraction
in three years.
And Kurt and I are
in agreement on this.
Kurt?
Where is that guy?
He's the fucking Wizard of Oz.
Mr. Lobell?
You've been promoted.
Promoted?
I have?
To what?
There are only
two jobs in here:
worker or supervisor.
So I'm a supervisor?
Bad.
Thank you.
I had nothing to do with it.
So how do I get started?
I can't do your job for you,
which is clearly what you want.
Okay, look, well...
anything involving a straight
stitch, I'm good.
I've done pockets.
I've done belt loops.
I'm a little weak on buttons
and zippers.
So if you give me
a crash course on those,
I think I can figure it out.
Inmate Sweat...
was better at his job than
anybody I've ever seen,
and he got fired
for no reason.
So while you go around trying
to replicate all the things
he did to be so successful
at his job,
you think about that.
Go see Mr. Lambert.
You're grade four now.
Congratulations.
Lambert.
I'm grade four now.
Okay.
So, what happens?
Mrs. Mitchell
will take care of that.
Well, she told me
to come over here, so...
All right, well,
I'll mark it down.
♪ And make sure
you're all right ♪
No.
Let me see your needle.
♪ I don't want to be here ♪
Can you get that
to inmate Sweat?
Mm-hmm.
I never even got
to say goodbye to him.
You okay?
Just make sure
he gets that note.
♪♪♪
Promise you won't read it.
On my skin.
♪♪♪
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
Oh, shit!
♪♪♪
That's what
I'm talking about.
Hey, bro.
You got any matches?
No.
Lighter?
Just trying to read.
What you reading?
"Call of the Wild"?
Shit, fucked up what
happens to that wolf.
When it gets to that part when
he finds Thornton laying there
after those Indians kill him--
Yo!
I'm not fucking finished yet.
Shit.
I'm sorry.
You guys
into something here?
We was just talking about
"Call of the "Wild."
You read it?
No.
"White Fang"?
Made a good movie out of that.
Yo, can you leave?
Holy shit.
What's this?
Holy shit.
Yeah, it's real sweet.
You read it?
Yo, what the fuck is this?
Just write her back.
No.
Come on, man.
Write her back.
She might start
bringing you shit.
I just lost my job
and my cell.
I'm not doing shit.
Got it, baby!
Yeah!
Let me tell you something, man.
Every time I look out
the window from the tailor shop
and I see the town...
I see myself out there
standing in the street.
I got it to the point
now where I can see
my own fucking shadow.
Understand what I'm saying?
No.
Hmm, all right.
You have a civilian employee
writing you love notes.
And you're not gonna
do anything about it?
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
That's not cool.
♪♪♪
It's a two-point game.
♪♪♪
Pass the scissors.
Did you give him my note?
Yeah.
Is he gonna write back?
Said he will.
You don't like him, do you?
Who?
Lobell.
Ugh,
he doesn't like me.
He's slowing down production.
I can talk to him.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
Murder.
Hacksaw.
♪♪♪
You and the boss lady
not getting along, huh?
What the fuck you care?
I don't.
I just feel the energy
in the room.
You know she's a racist bitch.
I ain't got time for all this
office politics bullshit.
Well, she's old.
She's a civilian.
She's surrounded by us.
If you ask me,
she's just fucking scared
out of her mind.
♪♪♪
Get the fuck out of here.
Hey, she made you captain.
Yeah.
She won't even teach me
the fucking job.
♪♪♪
What did he say?
I told him if he's nice
to the boss lady,
the boss lady
will be nice to him.
Mmm.
If not,
I'll rip his lungs out
and drink his blood.
♪♪♪
Ah, that's your son,
the Airman.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
Matt,
back to your station.
♪♪♪
Senior Airman
or Sergeant already?
Airman first class.
God bless him.
You got kids?
I got two girls.
What time is it?
Maybe get a massage,
ever thought about that?
Oh, my God,
great idea.
You know what, I head
a wise person once say,
you know, your car
needs an oil change.
Your body needs a massage.
Think today's
gonna be a good day.
What do you think?
Be a hell of a lot better if
Eileen Mulvini had a stroke
so I could do my damn job.
What did she do?
You name it.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
All right, move on.
Do a new bundle.
♪♪♪
Nice, Howard.
♪♪♪
Aww.
Oh, they're beautiful.
Thank you.
You get
to talk to them?
Well, I keep in touch
with the older one, Janet.
Uh, Maria--the younger one--
I haven't talked
to in six years.
Why?
Well, Maria lives in Mexico
with her mother, Rita.
And we're not allowed to make
international calls from here.
That's not fair.
Even on their birthday?
Who said life was fair, right?
Is this her number?
Last one I had.
You mind if I...
Uh-uh.
I mean, I'm not saying
I'm a perfect person
- or this, that, and the other.
- Who is?
Right, but when Bradley
was running Corcraft,
none of this shit went on.
Okay.
I know she's not perfect,
all right?
But I'm sure if you asked her,
she'd say I have
my faults, too.
And I could say the same
about you, Dennis.
All right,
just take it easy.
Yeah, yeah.
Nobody knows about a marriage
except the people
in the marriage,
and sometimes even
they don't know.
Hello...
Hello?
Is--Is...
Hello, is this Rita?
♪♪♪
I'm calling for Rita.
Is this Rita?
I'm--I'm a friend
of Richard Matt's.
I have a message.
Um...
I'm sorr--I--
I don't speak Spanish.
So, no hablo.
♪♪♪
No ha--No habla.
I'm sorry, um,
I have a message,
and it's for Maria,
who is his daughter.
He misses you both.
And he's in jail,
but he's okay.
I take care of him.
I'm his friend.
Yes.
Yeah, I'm his amigo.
He's okay.
Yes.
I hope you understand
what I said.
Okay.
Please tell Maria.
Bye.
♪♪♪
Oh, come on, Joyce!
The quotas are
your responsibility.
I'm not fucking
Rumplestiltskin.
I can't spin straw into gold.
That's not my job.
Well, that's why
you have Mr. Lobell.
Well, I told you
he wasn't suitable.
And how many times have
you trained with him?
The same as everybody else.
Once.
That's not enough.
Yeah, that's not enough.
Really, Kurt?
Really, why don't
you go talk to him?
He's got three
teardrop tattoos.
That means three bodies.
Come on, Kurt.
Let's go.
Inmate Matt!
Inmate Howard!
Come with me
to tailor nine!
What do you need them for?
A goddamn interlocker's broken.
Quit watching me like
a fucking hungry hawk.
Okay.
Okay, here.
Can you get this to Gomez?
Help him get set up.
We gotta give
you some spools.
♪♪♪
I did it.
I called Rita.
I talked to her.
I told her to tell
Maria that you love her
and that your life is good here
and that I take care of you.
Oh, here.
Here.
It was kinda interesting
calling Mexico.
You lived there?
Yeah.
Most beautiful country
in the world.
Mmm.
Never cold.
Can I shake your hand?
Sure.
I don't know how to thank you,
but thank you.
Here, you'd better get back.
Yeah.
♪♪♪
Yo, I ain't got shit.
Baby, don't tell them that.
- Ah!
- I got you right now.
Hey, guys, can you be
a little quieter, please?
What?
Hey.
Man, shut your punk ass up,
meat.
♪♪♪
I got a play.
Something that you can't do.
Now what? Now what?
Now what?
♪♪♪
Guys!
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Yo, get that nigga.
Yeah, get him.
Yo, please, please.
Hey, what's up, boy?
What's up?
What time
is our lockdown?
Same time
it is every night.
Okay, just asking.
Are you okay?
Yeah, but I'm fucking
done here, man.
If I kill one
of these motherfuckers...
I gotta get off the flats.
Hey, well...
at least you're working
in the library now.
It's quiet there.
There's fucking dudes
jerking off in there.
No shit?
They look at the
National Geographics.
They stop every ten seconds
to see if a C.O. is looking.
I can't stand
the fucking suspense.
Don't follow me.
Hey, do you still have that
photo of Tilly's dogs?
The ones you were drawing?
What?
The photo of Tilly's dogs?
Can I have it?
She wants it back.
Hey, yo, Mikey!
She does?
Get your punk ass
right there.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Look, it would be
great timing if you were able
to get me that transfer
order, like, right now.
Did my mother write
that letter
like she said she was
going to this time?
She fucking what?
Bro, that's not even true.
You think I'm dumb enough to
bring a fucking hunting knife
to elementary school?
I was, like, nine years old.
She put that
in a fucking letter?
She was supposed to tell
them I'm not violent,
which I'm not,
so how hard is that, man?
I'm on the fucking
honor block.
My record in here
is fucking spotless.
Fuck.
♪♪♪
Yo.
How's it going?
With what?
You know.
No, I don't know.
How's it going with Tilly?
What the fuck do you care?
Is she gonna bring
in those lights
that you were talking about?
Yeah, she's gonna
bring me the lights,
and she's gonna bring me
anything I fucking want.
Really?
Don't you and your buddy,
Reggie,
have a fucking book club
downstairs?
Lock in.
Rec's over.
Ready for the count.
All right, look.
Look.
I don't appreciate when
I try to help somebody
and they don't give a shit.
You're on
the wrong gallery, punk.
Lock the fuck in.
♪ dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
Hey, did you get to the part
where Thornton walks in--
Fuck off.
Man, fuck you.
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Yo, I'm gonna
sneak by you.
Pardon me, bro.
Yo, pardon me.
Yo. Yo.
Talk to Hacksaw
real quick?
Go ahead, man.
So, okay.
"So, okay," what?
No, I'm in.
I want in.
I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.
Bro.
If that hookup is
like you say it is,
then I'm in.
So you wanna be part
of my dream.
Yes.
Say it.
I want the dream.
I want the dream.
What the fuck is that?
That's not what I said.
Okay, fine.
I wanna be a part
of your dream.
Okay.
♪ smooth music ♪
Okay.
Okay.
So tell me what the fuck
you got going on.
With what?
Bro, I just said
the fucking thing.
Tell me what you got.
I tell you what we got.
We're busting the fuck
out of here.
That's what we've got.
♪♪♪
Mr. Lambert.
♪♪♪
Have at it.
♪♪♪
Mrs. Mitchell.
I'm having a hard time
here with the pockets
and the hole stitching.
You see right here?
♪♪♪
What?
That's for you.
♪♪♪
Your tension's off.
Okay.
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Attention, gentlemen!
Anyone's light burnt out
at their workstation?
Raise your hands.
♪♪♪
Inmate Matt, can you help me
in the back room?
♪♪♪
Yeah, come.
Yeah.
♪♪♪
Oh, it's beautiful.
♪♪♪
Really?
Oh, it looks like them.
It looks just like them.
♪♪♪
You know,
it's just my way
of saying thank you
for reconnecting me
with my daughter.
Well, I wanted
to do that for you.
That was a big risk
you took for me.
That part of it was fun.
You're fun.
My husband never looks at me.
Baby.
Mmm.
I want to paint pretty
pictures for you.
But I wanna
do them right.
On stretched canvas.
Mmm.
And make frames.
But I need better tools.
What do you need?
Hacksaw blades.
Hacksaw blades.
Yeah.
♪ The Modern Lovers'
"Pablo Picasso" playing ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Well ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Some people try
to pick up girls ♪
♪ And get called asshole ♪
♪ This never happened
to Pablo Picasso ♪
♪ He could walk
down his street ♪
♪ And girls could not
resist his stare ♪
♪ And so Pablo Picasso was
never called an asshole ♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪