Orange Is the New Black (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 12 - The Animals - full transcript

Alliances shift among the prison "families" as Piscatella and his guards crack down. Poussey, Judy and Alex prefer to look ahead to the future.

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♪ The animals the animals ♪

♪ Trapped trapped trapped
till the cage is full ♪

♪ The cage is full the day is new ♪

♪ And everyone is waiting
waiting on you ♪

♪ And you've got time ♪

♪ Think of all the roads ♪

♪ Think of all their crossings ♪

♪ Taking steps is easy ♪

♪ Standing still is hard ♪

♪ Remember all their faces ♪

♪ Remember all their voices ♪



♪ Everything is different ♪

♪ The second time around ♪

♪ And you've got time ♪

♪ And you've got time ♪

Hey, guys.

What do you think would happen if you fell
from this height?

You got to work on your timing, dude.

I'm... I'm just asking, you know?

Y... you think you'd die instantly, right?

You sound like my grandma.

You think this tank could leak?

Fuck, this is high.

It's fine.

Well, boys.



To never being in high school again.

Except for Fish.

Fuck off. It's one class.

You couldn't pay me enough
to walk back into that place again.

What about a million dollars?

Yeah, I'd do it for that.

The prison almost looks,
like, pretty at night.

Doesn't it sort of look like school?

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, shit, it totally does.

With all the lights.

Looks like the football field.

Can't believe we're,
like, actually adults now.

We should start taking vitamins
or some shit.

And, like, the swallow kind
that smell weird.

Not the gummie bears.

I like the gummie bears.

- Want a hit?
- I'm good.

Oh, come on, pussy.

Are you afraid that you're gonna end up
down there with all the danger dykes?

You think they're all dyking out
right now, like...

Give me that.

I heard one of them
cut her husband's dick off.

Man, that's harsh.

Shit.

You're on private property.

Get your punk asses down here.

Fuck.

Go, go, go.

Oh, God. Down is worse.

- Mr. Caputo.
- Jesus Christ!

- Bayley!
- I'm sorry, sir.

- What the hell are you doing?
- I... I misjudged the approach.

But I... I need to talk to you
about something.

Is it more important
than a federal investigation

into a murder on our property?

Mr. Caputo, i... it's important.

Fine. Out with it.

Uh, Humps, the guard... Humphrey...

he, um, was making the inmates, uh, fight.

Like, forcing them to,
like a... a gladiator match?

It was really upsetting,

and I just... I thought you should know.

What? When?

Last night during the interrogations.

What interrogations?

The ones Piscatella was conducting.

I will take care of this.

- Yeah.
- And thank you, Bayley.

You did a good thing by telling me.

Yeah. Okay. Thanks. No problem, sir.

Who was it in the fight?

This isn't your fault.

You hear me?

Everyone saw.

Man, he made you fight.

Nobody's mad at you.

Man, I don't know what else to do.

I mean, look, should we call her moms?

Ask her if this happens sometimes.

Can't let nobody see her like this.

Man, they'll take her ass to psych
and we'll never see her again.

Yo, what's up?

Ain't got to worry about psych if the 8-8
get to her first.

We got a problem.

Yeah, what the fuck do you want?

You get bald eagle, and I got coal miner's
daughter here.

It's that fucking guard, Humps.

Come again?

We need to take care of that
puss hole of a man.

We didn't come here to fight.
Enough of that going around.

You had me at puss hole.

You know that psycho locked me in a room,

made me tell him whether I'd rather eat my
mom or my dad?

Wouldn't let me go till I said.

Having to think like that,
it changes a person.

She all right?

Not really. The other girl?

Down in medical. Ain't pretty.

That asshole did this to them.

We're aiming to get him out of here
by any means necessary.

By any means necessary.

You in?

Hold up, wait.

Ain't y'all the people
trying to reinstate slavery?

I guess it's like, uh,
if you were gonna rank our hate,

you guys are here, and Humps is here.

We're in.

Aww, you thought it was sleepy time.

Believe you're scheduled in the kitchen,
inmate.

The girls said they could handle it
without me this morning.

The girls aren't in charge of work duty.

I've gotten no rest.

Do you know what inmates with illegal sets
of keys don't get to do?

Technically, I don't have the keys
anymore.

You took them.

Get... up.

Fine.

Prisoner 227,
you have a visitor.

You want me to stay up?

I'll stay up.

Watch me.

Any available C.O.'s
to the admin building.

Hey, baby.

- Hey.
- Want to take a break with me?

Just for a minute.

Oh, we're going to the time machine.

Pretty lame buttons in this time machine.

Yo.

Dance with me.

We ain't got no music.

- Nobody's fact checking that.
- True.

This feels like...

the most normal thing
I've done in a while.

You okay?

Suzanne's in rough shape, man.

I heard.

It's like we're in a horror movie.

The kind you watch at sleepovers
when you're a kid.

Then you have to run
to your mom at the end.

Hug you, tell you it was all made up.

My mom wasn't a big hugger.

My mom was.

She had really long arms, too.

Could almost double around you.

So, what does this thing do?

Think we can go to the future or what?

Yeah.

- It's... ten years from now.
- Mm-hmm.

We're old.

And we're on vacation...
somewhere amazing.

- Let's say Fiji.
- Not Amsterdam no more?

No, I'm going warmer.

You know, like in one of those,
like, over-water bungalows.

The glass floors so we can watch the fish.

Shit, man, that's a thing?

Everything's a thing.

I can't believe peeps be cutting holes
in the floors just to spy on fish.

That's, like, violation of fish privacy.

We should probably worry about
finding an apartment first.

We're gonna need jobs.

We'll just search jobs for former inmates
on the interweb.

You know, piece of cake.

I'll just shovel shit
and you'll dig graves.

Why don't you tell me more
about these fish, yeah,

and their exhibitionist lifestyle.

Go home.

Hell, I didn't expect the red-carpet
treatment, but at least pink.

No, you ain't got time for jokes, stupida.

I'll shut the door.

Okay, okay, chill.

We here 'cause we need your help.

Coalition style.

We are the world.

Common enemy.

We got to take down Humps.

Humps?

Who gives a shit about him?

Stratman's the problem.

Stratman's an asshole,
but Humps is dangerous.

Uh-huh.

You're just looking right in front of you,
huh?

Where are we supposed to look, behind us?

- Always.
- You got another fucking guard

- getting ready to search your ass.
- Or kick it.

Or stick his thumb in it.

I think that was his thumb.

You got a problem with someone,

you got to look two feet above his head.

That's your target.

Piscatella.

Exactly.

This ain't a one-man problem, see?

You got to knock out the top,
take down the whole operation.

Okay, so we good now?

Ain't nobody gonna kill each other?

'Cause the enemy of my enemy
ain't my enemy, right?

All right. We're in.

Come on.

Hey, good to see you again, Sanka.

I'll let you know when.

All right, um,
what color do you want?

How about light pink?

No, I'm not a little girl.

Pipes.

What time is it? What time is it?

Where is everybody?

They're at work.

But they cancelled construction
and grounds crew

because of the active crime scene,
so snow day for us?

A murder day.

Yeah, well, that branding never took off
in the same way.

How are you?

Last night keeps playing like a loop
in my brain.

I should've confessed.

Alex.

She was going down for it anyway.

All that would've done
is send you down there with her.

And I need you here.

Do you think it's over now?

- What part?
- All of it.

Feels like we've been living in this chaos
for a decade.

I think they're gonna want this wrapped up
pretty quickly.

So maybe now
we're on the other side of it.

If you could go back
ten years ago or whatever...

and do it all again...

would you?

Fuck no.

Then you wouldn't have met me.

You kidding?

Didn't matter what choices we made.

We would've ended up
right here on this fucking bed

sitting next to each other in prison.

- Doomed to be together.
- Exactly.

You know what I'm ready for?

- What?
- Things to be easy.

- We can do easy.
- I'm not buying it.

We could try.

We could be like old people
who talk about articles

and eat soup and hold hands
on the slow stroll

to the ass doctor for colonoscopies.

Deal.

Humphrey, right?

I just call him Humps.
More fun that way.

What the fuck was that about last night?

Way I understand it, sir,
a body was found...

An inmate is in medical
because of a fight you instigated.

An inmate's in medical
because an ape had a tantrum.

You are suspended for a month without pay.

Get the fuck out of my sight.

No one is suspended.

That is not your call to make, Captain,

and you are lucky
you still have that title

after the shit you pulled last night.

You suspend him, I pull my entire staff.

We walk.

How'd that work out for you last time?

These inmates are in our custody.

And one of those precious,
darling inmates

murdered one of your men.

But it's good to know
whose side you're on, sir.

It is not about taking sides!
It is about respect!

Respect for the inmates
and for the chain of command.

I explicitly told you to wait for the Feds
before you question anybody.

All due respect, sir, my men and I

apprehended the murderer
last night while you were,

I don't know, sleeping, jerking off MCC,
who cares?

I know it's been a while
since you took the uniform off,

but surely you remember what it's like
to be on the ground in here,

or maybe your fancy suit
affects your memory.

Enough is enough.

You hired me to do a job,
and now you're gonna let me do it.

My way.

Oh, and the next time
you want to interact with my men,

make sure it's to thank them
for their tireless work...

instead of threatening them.

We'll discuss this later.

I could use a jelly.

We're all out of jellies.
I had the last one.

There's sugar. There you go.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

How am I gonna get a job with a record?

How's it going in there, boys?

Hey, sir.
Are our parents on their way or...

Don't know what they can do
for you, son.

We got your friends
Laurel and Hardy two cells down.

They told us everything.

Yeah, the underage drinking
and the trespassing. We expected it.

The prostitutes and the heroin,
now, that we didn't think...

Wait, the prostitutes? We...

Sir, I... I don't know
what they told you, but...

I'm... I'm a virgin, so, um...

Wait, so you lied about Jessica, then?

I, um... she was there, and...

You're gonna have to save it
for the judge, son.

Or I hear the murderers and rapists
over in county are great listeners,

especially when it comes to soft,
young boys.

It's like therapy, but with more sodomy.

Oh, I'm fucked.

Oh, I am so fucked.

I was just fucking with you guys.

Man, your faces.

We should've taken a picture.

You were all like,
"Ooh, shit," which is good.

Should be scared. You idiots.

- What?
- Let's go.

And you're out of here.

Your friends are waiting
out in reception.

Don't be stupid next time.

There are plenty of places to drink
that aren't 100 feet above the ground.

- Yes, sir.
- W... we can just go?

W... we had pot, too.

- This kid serious?
- No, sir. He's not.

Let's go.
We'll give you a ride home.

Sorry, who... who are Laurel and Hardy?

So, the goal is to get Piscatella fired.

Or we could kill him.

What the hell?

Why all of a sudden all you bitches

want to murder folk
like it's a new fall trend or some shit?

It's not something I'd normally condone,
but I'm exhausted.

We could sit here for the next week

concocting an elaborate plan
with lots of twists and turns, right?

Or I could poison him today.

No one would know,

and death is more permanent
than getting fired.

But ain't no one getting punished
if he just drops dead.

Look, I'm all "Rah, rah, rah"
for this sisterhood thing,

but I do not want more time
on my sentence.

That ain't an option for me, neither.

I don't hear anyone else proposing
a better idea.

At my last prison in Honolulu,

a bunch of girls
organized a peaceful protest.

Everyone sat in the yard sweating
in the sun and refused to move

until the prison changed its policies
on job hiring.

So, what, they got thrown in the SHU?

Oh, it worked.
They got the policies changed.

Well, shit, girl, couldn't you have said
something maybe a half hour ago?

You're all really loud.

Especially the brown ones, am I right?

We're not there yet. Totally get it.

What are you doing here anyway?

I'm representing the others.

Like on Lost?

No, like the brown people
who aren't really brown.

Oh, like yellow.

Are you for real?

We would need everyone to participate.

If we're united,

they can't single anyone out
for punishment.

Between all of us,
we should be able to spread the word.

We should do it by dinnertime.

If we wait any longer,

someone will tip off the guards
and then we're screwed.

Hot damn, we're doing it.

We need a leader.

- Someone to call the shots.
- On it.

- I'll do it.
- Me.

The majority is in my corner.
The most bodies equals the most power.

Fine, you can be the leader
if we get more time in the TV room.

We sure would like our table back
in the cafeteria.

This is not a negotiation.

Maybe it should be.

Whose side are you on, husky hula doll?

That was mean.
I assisted you with a specific task.

People will listen better
if there's a white person in charge.

Man, what you got to say about eight years
of Obama, you racist Nazi ho?

To be fair, he didn't quite live up
to public expectations.

You just want to be in charge
so you can get back at us for Chapman.

And you'd deserve it if that was my plan.

We'll deal with that later.

You people, always got to burn shit,
don't you?

You sneaky white trash piece of shit.

- Girls.
- Shut up, you old commie.

Too tired. I'm just too tired.
We tried.

Mmm. There's not enough water
in the world to quench this thirst.

I'm a monster!

Oh, honey, here,
drink your seltzer and be quiet.

I betrayed everything I believed in

for water with bubbles and soft sheets.

How am I gonna live with myself?

- Everything is terrible.
- Listen.

Just listen up.
Molly burned through your serotonin.

Give it a month
and things will be rosy again.

A month?

Mm.

Hey, there.

- I don't want to interrupt.
- Hey.

Um, you guys okay?
You both look a little sick.

I could... use some air.

Yeah, it's a little funky in here.

Come on in.

- Rough night, right?
- Whoo!

You're telling me.

I hope this isn't overstepping
professional boundaries...

Oh, shit. Is it that obvious?

Well... oh, well, I've nothing to hide.
No shame here.

Yes, we did drugs,

and we had ourself a threesome
right there.

Wow. Um, that's, um...
wish I didn't know that.

Well, you know, people always trying
to de-sexualize women my age,

and I... I just won't allow it.

Good for you.

But actually, I came to ask about...

I still got some time left here,
but I'm getting out eventually.

And it feels like it's time to start
focusing on that,

m... make sure I have a plan.

And I really liked helping you in class,
Miss King.

You've taught me a lot, and I...

I was wondering,
do you think I could do this?

Like, for real?

Like, um, you know, I'm not above
anything. Like, I could start

- washing dishes in the kitchen.
- Oh.

- I thought maybe you might have a frie...
- Hey, hey, look, look.

You call me when you get out.

I'm gonna find you a job.

Now, I know a lot of chefs
that they would be lucky to have you.

- For real?
- Mm-hmm.

This here is my office number.

This is the real one, not the bullshit one

that I give out and it goes
to the P.R. people. There you go.

You give that a call,
ask for Galen, my assistant,

and we will, as the kids say, hook you up.

Sorry.

Forgot my seltzer.

You know,
all that yoga she supposedly does,

she is not all that flexible.

Couldn't get her foot behind her head.

You're here.

Am I?

I guess it could be a ghost,
but in that case,

I hope you look a little better
than you do now.

Well, welcome back.

You need anything?

Don't make a mistake in thinking
just 'cause I look weak, I am.

Get the fuck out of my face.

Oh, what the fuck is she doing here?

Ladies, I would like you to meet
my new shadow, Pennsatucky.

Gave her my basket to puke in.

See, loyalty counts for something.

Ain't that the truth?

Tell me, is it more important
than self-respect?

Oh, man, look at us.
Bickering like a real family.

It's comforting, actually.

You all right, Red?
You want to take my seat?

Yeah, your color doesn't look so good.

Don't treat me like an old lady.
I'm fine.

You all right, inmate?
You're looking a little weak.

Fucking cock-sucking motherfucker.

- Mouth, Chapman.
- No, what she said... it's right on.

You guys know there's movement afoot?

Oh.

Well, I'm very into detective work.

Like Sherlock Holmes.

Especially when the detective looks like
Benedict Cumberbatch.

I know some people think
he looks part mongoloid,

but I think he's the hottest Holmes
since John.

Have you even seen
the Sherlock Holmes that he's in?

Oh, he's in all the magazines.

You know, Sherlock's brother, Mycroft,
has a brain like a computer.

Oh, cute. I think you mean Microsoft.

No, I don't.

What is the movement?

Uh, just a bunch of girls
trying to get him fired.

Oh, it'll never work. He's too big a fish.

Now, a guard we can make happen.

You know who we could lose?

Donuts.

Really? I mean,
he seems like one of the good ones.

You want to tell the girls

why he doesn't deserve to eat the shit
out of my asshole?

Uh, you know, uh,
I realize it's all in the English,

but I'm pretty sure nobody deserves that.

Yeah, just drop it.

I'd help get Piscatella fired.

We could do that.

Remember this morning

when we decided to keep things quiet
for a while?

Focus on colon health and soup.

This is important.

It doesn't matter.

Fell apart before it even started.

Peaceful protest is a great idea.

I'm in.

Ain't nothing to be in on, girl.

Them ladies is crazy.

Suzanne, you want a bite of food?

What about your bread?

I did a bad thing.

- Bad, bad, bad, bad...
- Shit.

They really fucked up.

If there were a thing, I'd be there.

Mm. Me, too.

Y'all for real?

Even I'd do it.

Comes a time, people.

"Fight the power.

You got to fight the powers that be."

What'd I try to tell you?

If your skin is any darker
than a pair of white sneakers,

- there ain't no work ethic.
- Lazy fucks.

So, it's like my nana used to say.

Fucking darkies.

Actually, some of the ladies
seem pretty nice.

I mean, for a bunch of mud bunnies
and spics.

Hey!

The bureau will need a full review
of your hiring practices.

That's necessary?

The deceased officer had four different

social security numbers
attributed to his name.

We have no idea who this guy really was.

What a nightmare, huh?

For you, absolutely.

I'm gonna step out for a bit.

Mr. Caputo, did you hear about last night?

The white girl is all kind of messed up,
and crazy is even crazier.

- I did.
- Then what you gonna do about it?

There are things that happen
on an administrative level,

Jefferson, that are complicated.

One of the guards did this.

It still works, but it ain't pretty.

And don't make my ass
point out the metaphor.

I am working on it.
These things take time, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, uh, let me get that for you.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

Bayley.

A word.

Sir, you didn't tell anyone it was me
who told you, right?

Why are you here?

Uh, it's my shift, sir.

No. I mean why do you work here?

I don't know. It's a job until I figure
out the next thing, I guess.

Listen to me.

This...

isn't for someone like you.

This... this place crushes anything good.

It's... it's... it's like a...
monster that...

that's grown too big
for its stubby little legs,

and now it's s... stumbling around
crushing whole cities.

You can't survive it, Bayley.

You're the city or the monster, sir?

Neither.

Both. I...

Even if you're the city now, one day,
you'll be the monster.

Working here... changes who you are.

Understand me?

I think so?

Yeah. I'm stuck here.

You're young.

Get out of here.

Go travel.

Go back to school,
go work in Home Depot, anything...

but here.

You're leaving?

I need some air.

Here you go.

Yeah, we have a cute girl,
free cone promotion going on right now.

Oh, thank you.

Hey.

- You want to come sit with us?
- Uh, no, I'm good. Thanks.

You're hot!

"You're hot"?

I'm trying.

- My mom says that's all that matters.
- Hey, guys.

I'm practically setting them up for you.

Yeah, well,
look at what I'm working with here, so...

I'm trying to respect women.

- What are we doing tonight?
- Lisa Przyborski's having that party.

- So, pre-game at the water tower?
- Fuck yeah.

Baxter. Can I talk to you?

Ah, somebody's in trouble.

Somebody's in trouble.

So, start at the water tower.

What up, boss man?

You're fired.

What? Why?

Because you've been stealing.
We caught you on the cameras.

You've been giving away more than $30
worth of free ice cream every day.

Any time a cute girl walks up,
she doesn't pay.

I mean,
that's not technically stealing, is it?

Tom's been struggling to keep this place
open for years, so yeah, dumbass.

Thirty bucks a day in losses is stealing.

But since it doesn't seem
to matter to you,

we'll go ahead and keep this week's pay.

I didn't know there were cameras.

Not even a fucking apology from you.

Jesus.

You millennials really are the worst.
Get the hell out of here.

Sorry.

No one knew what was going on.

- It was like...
- Hey guys.

Uh, so, I just got fired.

Oh, shoot.

So, I guess pre-gaming starts early!

Yeah, it does. Let's go.

Is this like that thing that anorexics do

where they get jealous
that other people are skinny

and they try to make them fat?

You know, my whole life, people said,
"Penns, you're so fucked up."

But I'm starting to think that you're
winning this race.

If this is supposed to be a peace accord,
you're off to a fucking terrible start.

Oh, and now you're eating my gift.

I miss you.

So?

So, I've been reading.

Yeah, I read.

Ever since you've been putting
all that shit in my brain.

Do you know the difference
between pain and suffering?

Oh, I can't wait to hear this.

Yeah, well, you should hear,
because pain is something that...

pain is always there,
because life is freaking painful, okay?

But suffering is a choice.

And you, my friend...

it's not my right to say,
but you're suffering.

Suffering Sam.

That's you.

Exactly what self-help bullshit
have you been reading?

Hey, I'm here to say that
I've been brushing up on the Holy Bible.

- Oh, Jesus. Literally.
- It's not even like that.

Like, there's so much
useful stuff in the Bible.

There really is.

Especially about forgiveness.

Forgiveness.

You need to move on, Boo.

Oh, I need to move on?

Yes.

Yes, ma'am, you do.

'Cause...
I forgave him.

And you know what?

It ain't about him.

I forgave him for me.

And I think that you're capable
of doing something like that,

especially seeing that nothing happened
to you, you big turd.

Ow.

So come on.

Freaking move on.

Let's just be friends again.
We can eat candy,

we can teach each other
stuff about stuff, like we did.

I miss you.

You hitting on me?

No!

But you wish.

You know,
the problem with the hunger strike

was that we weren't focused,

but that's why this is so great
and could totally be successful.

We just have to, like, clearly state
to the administration what it is we want...

Judy King offered me a job.

She did?

She said to call her when I get out
of here and she'll hook me up.

She said any chef
would be lucky to have me.

I am so proud of you.

One step closer to that apartment.

And Fiji.

We'll just have to take down
a prison administration first,

and then we will take over the world.

You don't think that protest
is gonna work, do you?

Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?

I know you're excited to have a project.

A project? This isn't knitting.

This is social change and justice.
It's important.

Absolutely, it just ain't gonna happen
in this place.

Well, I'm not willing to not try.

Brook, this isn't important.

Okay? Over there, outside all this,
that's what's important.

Why waste your energy
trying to get some dude,

who don't even matter, fired

when they gonna hire some other guy
tomorrow who'll probably be worse?

You're telling me what I care about
doesn't matter.

I'm telling you your privilege
makes you naive, babe.

I'd rather be naive than a selfish,
jaded asshole.

- Baby. Hey.
- Leave me alone.

You said it would be last Friday,
all right?

I sat around here waiting all day

practicing my surprised face
for when the C.O. finally showed up,

and then, nothing!

I did... closure things.

What do I expect?

Oh, look, what I expect is that my lawyer,
when he tells me that I am...

getting out of this hellhole
on a certain day that it is a done deal.

I cannot imagine that is too much to ask
from someone that I pay $1,800 an hour.

Well, try harder then, sugar.

Baby, is everything okay with us?

I don't know. It seems like you've been
very busy lately.

Look, I'm so sorry I missed
visitation, my bride.

But it was Paulie's birthday and he really
wanted me there,

and I had to go 'cause it was the big 3-0,
you know?

And we ain't kids no more, Lorna.

Thirty is, like, serious.

We even drank bourbon instead of beer.

Well, I missed you a lot.

A lot, a lot.

Who is this, uh, Paulie then?

Oh, you know Paulie.

Paulie, my, uh, buddy I grew up with
from down the street.

Oh, oh, the one whose eye goes left
instead of right.

No, no, no, that's Greggy.
Paulie is the dental hygienist.

His eyes are normal.

- I don't think I know him.
- You'd love him.

Except sometimes, you know,
he can get a little, uh, uptight

uh, when he sees you chewing something
tough like a caramel, like a taffy.

A caramel?

You like caramels now?

Yeah, sure.
Not any more than before, though.

I think my favorites
are still candy-corn pumpkins.

But caramels?

I... I don't think I
understand the question.

You know who else loves caramels?

Francine.

Okay, well, I guess I will jot that down
in my "Facts about Francine" notebook.

Anyway, my love,
do you remember that homeless guy

I was telling you about who sucks
on cotton balls?

We all call him Hobo Marshmallows.

I'm not stupid, you know.

I've known for weeks.

You're not pulling any wool
over these eyes, no, sir.

I have no fucking idea
what you're talking about.

I'm talking about you pulling your dick
out of your pants

and sticking it in my sister!

What? She said you told her
to hang out with me,

that you want us to be a family.

Well, believe me,
I wouldn't have asked her to do that

if I knew she was a whore.

I, uh... wait.

You really think I would do that to you,
Lorna?

I don't know what you're capable of,

you lying, cheater, bourbon drinker,
caramel eater.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you're crazy.

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't you dare do that.
You're manipulating the conversation.

I know. I know this trick.

This ain't about me.

I'm not the crazy one.

I know what I know,

and you, Vincent Muccio,
are not a good man.

Sorry, sweaty hands.

Oh, you're here. Thank God.

Once again, I have a favor to ask.
I know.

I ask and I ask, and here I am again.

Think of me as your prison psoriasis.

Can I take a nap in here, Sam? Please?

That fucking Piscatella
won't let me sleep,

and my vision is getting blurry.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Sam, what's wrong?

Red.

When did you get here?

Look at me.

I don't know what's going on with you,

but you need to get yourself together.
You hear me?

This is no time to feel sorry
for yourself.

Go home, take a shower, and get back here.

You have a home, so it can't be that bad.

You don't get to have a crisis right now.

We need you, understand?

Okay. I'll go home.

Okay.

We'll sit here, then.

So, I guess I know what that's about.

We good now?

Oh, yeah, we're good because she's good.

But if you ever hurt her again,

I mean if you even so much as hurt
her feelings, you're fucking dead.

- I mean it. Literally dead.
- Got it.

You are still a rapist in my book.

You didn't fuck up,
you didn't make a mistake.

You're a fucking rapist.

Oh, your ass looks really great naked,
by the way.

I guess this is how we hold hands.

I missed you.

I missed you, too, Pipes.

But this you,
not the other galvanized lunatic you.

I love it when you talk dirty.

You got chips on your face.

I hope she does that
again.

We should really start charging.

Hey!

You owe us a dollar.

Four dollars! One dollar per titty.

That's the rate.

I hate prison.

Oh, my God, $2 per vagina.

Extra money for vagina.

I need a brush.

Come on.

Okay, ladies.

Play time is over.

This ain't play time. It's business.

Well, lucky for us that
we could all have different definitions

for whatever the hell it is
that you do in here.

'Cause it's America. Out!

And if you got a problem, or you or you,

you can tell Maria
to come and talk to me later.

All right?

Respect your elders and get the fuck out!

Vamo!

And you, don't do nothing stupid,
you hear me?

You don't scare me.

Then you're dumber than you look.

All right.

What are we gonna do here?

I... I... I don't know
if it's still in good shape.

Let's see.

Maybe we just need some brush
or something.

Uh, they used to be in the drawer
over there.

I don't need your pity.

Good, 'cause I ain't got none to give.

Should we try this?

Hey, man.

Hey.

I thought this was my secret lunch spot.

Guess not.

You all right?

Cool if I sit?

It's crazy shit out there, huh?

Yeah.

What's up with you?

Do you think this place changes you?

Like in general?

Or me personally?

You personally.

Not that I noticed.

Just a job, right?

I almost got a handjob from an inmate,

and I was part
of an illegal panty-smuggling scheme.

No shit?

It's not funny.

No.

Of course.

Yeah, I just... coming from you, you know?

So you've never been tempted?

No.

Can't say that I have.

Sorry, buddy.

Hey, hey, this is the one.

Right here.

Let her rip, Bax.

Come on, do another.

Let that ass wipe have it.
No one fires Baxter Bayley.

Yeah. No one fires Baxter Bayley.

You guys think the third-person thing
works for me?

Dude, throw it.

Come on.

Yeah.

- Guys, car's coming.
- Shit.

What are we gonna do
with the rest of them?

Well, we ain't making omelettes.

Yeah!

Oh, jackpot.

Dude, don't get too close.
Might murder us or something.

Dude, is everyone armed?

On my count.

One, two, three.

- You nailed her.
- You think that's funny?!

You redneck,
piece of shit asshole!

I'm a fucking human being!

Yeah, boys! Cheers, boys. Let's go.

We don't want any.

Hey, beer can, or wine glass,
as the case may be.

- Are you drunk?
- Why?

You want to take advantage of me?
Come in.

I shouldn't stay.

I just wanted to say that...

I'm sorry.

This is an impossible job.

You were trying,
and I shouldn't have judged you.

They broke you, too, huh?

I guess.

Come on.

Have a glass of wine with me
for old time's sake.

I should really be getting back.

Things are a little chaotic right now.

Right.

You're probably busy prepping
for all those new bodies headed your way.

They've been there for months.

No, I mean the next round.

The ones who'll fill that
super dorm you're building.

I'm tight with Margie from infrastructure
at MCC.

She was telling me all about it.

What a shit show.
I'm sorry that mess fell in your lap.

More inmates?

Come on, Joe,
you didn't know that they were trying

to stuff that place with as many bodies
as it could hold?

Fuckers.

You sure you don't want to come in?

I have a girlfriend.

A weird, lying, gun-toting,
manipulative, corporate girlfriend.

Margie from infrastructure told me.

Come on.

We'll just... talk.

I'm a really great talker.

Talking.

Talking sounds nice.

Did you get your hubby on the phone?

Oh, sure. Yeah, it was great.
Just great.

I don't want you guys to go judging.

- Yeah.
- 'Cause we know it's fast.

But... we're gonna start trying
to have a baby.

Small thing, but isn't that, uh...
isn't it gonna be hard

considering penis in vagina
needs to happen?

Mm-hmm.

Well, we'll find a way.

Sure will, kid.

- I saw that.
- What?

God save us all. You're fucking again.

- No. We're just...
- Companions.

- Yeah.
- Companions.

"Companions." That's what
they're calling it.

- You guys!
- Oh, yeah.

Inmate.

Please.

Let me sleep for 20 minutes.

This is inhumane.

Prison wasn't built on humanity, inmate.

Listen up!

Things have been pretty lax around here,
if you ask me.

So lax, in fact, that one of my men

was murdered on prison property
by one of you.

It seems that somewhere along the way,

everyone around here forgot
the only thing that matters.

You're criminals, and you deserve nothing.

And if I have to make an example
out of each and every one of you

to get this place back in order, well,
that will be my pleasure.

Get to work.

Hey!

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Stay out of this, inmate.

I'm all right.

'Course you are.

Make sure she starts working.
Don't let her sit down.

Come on! Fuck this!

Hey, should we call for backup?

We are not going to move
until you no longer work at this prison.

Yeah!

We need backup in the cafeteria now.

Every man we have.

We're not gonna do anything
other than stand here.

You don't need more men.
You just need to resign.

- Start clearing.
- Yes, sir.

- Clear off.
- Come on. Get down.

- Hey! Get down.
- No, no, no. I did a bad thing.

I did a bad thing!
I did a bad thing! I did a bad thing!

- You can't just come in...
- Get down.

- I did a bad thing!
- You're safe.

I did a bad, bad, bad, bad,
bad, bad, bad, bad...

Bayley! Get that fucking animal
out of here now. Get her to psych.

...bad, bad, bad, bad, bad...

No, guard, just let me talk to her...

- Hey! Stay down, inmate!
- Come on, man.

I'm trying to help.
She don't know what she's doing.

Get off!

- All right, let's get down, Ramos.
- No!

Get down.

- Let me go.
- Get down. Come on.

It hurts.

Get the fuck off of me, man.

Yo, get off of me!

Get off of me!

Calm down!

Piscatella! Piscatella!

- Come on.
- Don't touch me, man!

P!

- P!
- Come on.

I did a... I did a bad thing!

I did a bad thing!

I did it!

I did it!

I did it!

Someone call a medic.

♪ Take the thorn out now ♪

♪ Sing a lullaby ♪

♪ Let the lion lay down ♪

♪ Your pulse is a song ♪

♪ I'm in a force with all my might ♪

♪ I'm gonna rise up before I die I die ♪

♪ I'm rising ♪