All language subtitles for Orange Is The New Black S03E13 Trust No Bitch (1080p x265 Joy)

[cell door slams]

♪ 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 ♪

[cell door slams]

♪ And you've got time ♪

♪ And you've got time ♪

[cell door slams]

[laughter]

[indistinct conversations]

[Big Boo] Sit, sit, sit.

We don't give a
shit about the movie.

My heart is beating
so fast right now.

That bony, rat-faced
son of a bitch

deserved to grow an ass tulip.

What in the fuck
is wrong with us?

We ain't rapey enough.

I mean, I sure
as hell don't want

to keep staring down
that naked, hairy butthole

and trying to pull apart
them sticky cheeks.

Do you think that
he agonized over this

like some little bitch?

No. He planned his rape,
and he raped his plan.

He didn't plan it. At
least not the first time.

How do I know that
he didn't feel bad,

I mean, after he came?

He could actually hate himself.

Well, he fucking
should. He's a rapist.

Well, then, maybe it's good

that we didn't shove a
carrot down his rabbit hole.

'Cause we could be sitting here
hating on ourselves, too, Boo.

Face it.

We ain't Swedish enough
to be splitting his starfish.

And I ain't a rapist. I ain't.
And I feel good about it.

Well, I hope that's a consolation
tomorrow when you have van duty.

Aw, shit. Maybe I'll drink that...
that... that Mexican diarrhea tea

that the fat chicalos make,
and I'll be too sick to work.

Yeah, that's great, but
what about the next day,

and the day after
that, and the next?

He's got you.

God, there's no fucking justice.

Yeah, and I really
don't like tea.

[laughter]

What?

I'm freaking the fuck out.

Relax, I'll catch you up.

See, she's uptight, right,

and he's this
unpredictable sous chef.

No, Soso is dead in the library.

For real... I think.

- [sighs]
- Look, I-I walked in...

Go find a CO.

No, I want to see. Where is she?

Will you please just come?

Can we see? Oh, please,
please, please, please,

with extra sugar on top,
please, please, please, please.

Okay. You save our seats,
and tell me everything I miss.

Fine.

Dead bodies.

Dead bodies, dead bodies,
dead bodies, dead bodies.

Come on.

[sighs]

[grunts]

[blows]

- She ain't dead.
- She ain't?

I done seen enough
dead to know live.

- [sighs]
- [scoffs]

[clicks tongue]

[clears throat]

[sighs] Here.

[sighs]

What we gonna do with her?

If only we had an
invisibility cloak.

Or an extremely deep
and wide belly button.

Stop it.

Man, we need to make
sure the girl don't go to psych.

No. Like, n-o, no.

Psych's so bad.

I wouldn't even wish it
on the people running it.

Although that would
be poetic in its own way.

On my count, all right?

One, two...

[grunts]

Watch her head, watch her head.

Got it. Got it. I got it.

All right, you get the
front. I got the back.

[♪ Edvard Grieg's "In the
Hall of the Mountain King" plays]

[woman] three, four, and wrong!

[music stops]

Well?

I skipped the final repetition

and played directly
into the coda.

You thought I wouldn't notice?

Do you know what
happens to cheaters?

They go to Hell.

Who told you that? Brook.

Reverend Pat Roberts.

I didn't watch TV on purpose.

Jessica's parents always
have The 700 Club on.

And that's why Jessica
never places at the science fair.

There is no Hell.
There is no Heaven.

When we die, all that remains

are the memories
of our achievements.

And cheaters are very
quickly forgotten. Again.

Play. And sit up straight.

[♪ Edvard Grieg's "In the
Hall of the Mountain King" plays]

Hey. You have a nice day?

We went to Olive Garden.

Well, I had a good day,
too, helped some inmates.

Your Russian friend?

Yeah, and an Asian girl.

Had a case of jailbird blues.

Hey.

Did you ever consider
that you're technically Asian,

round-eyed Asian
with blond hair?

I'm Ukrainian.

I'm making a joke.

[box clatters]

You know, it wouldn't kill
you to smile once in a while.

It's not like I'm asking
you to sleep in my bed

or bring me back leftovers
of lasagna classico,

which you pay for with my
money, which you know I enjoy,

which you never finish.

[speaking Russian]

I had a really good day today.

I had a really good day today!

And I just wanted to come
home and share it with you,

and you don't care... at all!

[speaks Russian]

I think you and your mother
ought to go get an apartment.

I'll help you pay for it.

You would do that?

I'm surrounded by women
in captivity all day long.

I don't need to come home

to another one who feels
like she's trapped in a cage.

Well... what you waiting for?

Why don't you put your
fingers down her throat?

Knowing what to do

does not make me bottom
bitch of the vomitorium.

Maybe stick your fingers
down your own throat.

People see or hear
other people puke,

makes them want to do it.

- Sympathetic vomiting.
- [scoffs]

Just, fine, we're wasting time.

No, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

[groans]

- Easier cleanup.
- Yeah.

- Good.
- Okay. Go.

[inhales deeply]

Okay.

[gagging]

Yes.

- [coughing]
- Oh, God.

- Oh!
- [laughing] Whoa!

Ew!

Chunks! So nasty!

But look at all them pills.

Sympathetic vomiting.

[gags]

Uh, pull the drain.

[retching]

Now, should we stick a needle
in her heart or something?

This ain't Pulp Fiction,
and that ain't heroin.

Well, why ain't she awake?

'Cause she ate fistfuls of
pills like they was Tic Tacs

- and she weights three pounds.
- Good point.

We got to watch her and make
sure she doesn't stop breathing,

and if she does,
we give her CPR.

Shit. Look, if that happens,
man, you giving her

the mouth-to-throw-up-mouth,
all right?

[breathing heavily] She okay?

There's no blood
in it, so that's good.

[moans]

She'll be fine.

Man, why does shit got
to happen on movie night?

Anybody want some cigarettes?

I found these
hanging from the drain.

Relax. We go in.
We make our case.

Unh-unh. With Dad, we
go in with one agenda.

We come out excited
to do the exact opposite.

He's like a magical,
manipulative wizard.

There is no way either of us
are gonna walk out of there

thinking it's okay to punish
the victim of a hate crime.

Burset comes out of the
shu. That's our mantra.

- Burset comes out of the shu.
- There you go.

Yeah. Burset
comes out of the shu.

Burset comes out of the shu.

W-why don't we
just drive back there

and... and let her
out ourselves?

Okay, suppose we do
that. Then what happens?

- We probably get fired.
- That's right.

- Then what?
- She gets thrown back in.

This time, there's no
one around to help her.

They'll bury her in
there. You know that.

Let's do this right.

You're walking
into the lion's den.

I'm with a guy named Daniel.

[laughing] No one calls me that.

And Danny in the Lion's
Den sounds like the name

of a picture book for
slow home-schooled kids.

- [chuckles]
- Joe, he's my dad.

And he's wrong.

You need to stand
up to him, tell him that.

- He's gonna respect you for it.
- [sighs]

If he doesn't, he's your
dad, he's still gonna love you.

Man, you know
nothing about WASPs.

[buzzer, door slams]

Maybe you need to
bust out the eggs again,

like in the old days.

Norma doesn't need
that voodoo shit.

Well, maybe she does. I
mean, no offense, Norma,

but your latest gift seems to
be making your flock disappear.

Those quitters
aren't Norma's sheep.

They're rats.

Don't rats leave
the sinking ship first?

Shut up, Angie. It's your
fault everybody bailed.

What did Angie do?

I ruined my miracle by
getting thrown in the shu,

which was seriously

the worst thing that's
ever happened to me,

even counting that time I
smoked crack thinking it was meth

and then took four shots of
Everclear and ate cat poop.

Maybe those quitter
rat-sheep girls are a little right.

Like, if it was a miracle,

shouldn't she be in France
or Albuquerque or something?

I'm sorry, holy Norma.

I didn't mean to mess it up.

You'll go back to making people
cry but in a good way really soon.

[sighs]

Get.

[sighs]

[sighs]

I heard a rumor we're
getting new beds.

Did your spirit friends have
anything to do with that?

Look, people love
a sign, you know?

We're all looking for a clue

that there's a
reason for things,

that everything's not all
random and lonely, you know?

Maybe focus on another miracle,
one some dummy can't fuck up.

What do you want, Gonzales?

[sighs]

Straight-up gangsta,
Chapman. Respect.

- I'm not the Godfather.
- No.

- You're taller and tighter.
- It was business.

So what's it gonna take
for me to get back in?

Have you actually
seen The Godfather?

You're the
sour-panty Luca Brasi.

- You sleep with the fishes.
- I can help.

You're dead to me.

Basta.

Oh, come on, my mom is sick.

Really? Is that the best
that you can come up with?

No. For real.

She's got lymphoma,
and the co-pays and shit

are killing her faster
than the cancer.

[sighs]

I got to be able to help her,

but instead, I'm
stuck in this shithole,

barely making enough
to pay for Pantene.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

Come on, Chapman. Please.

I know you're a good person.

And think of all that sweet
potorro tang I'm wasting.

[voice breaking] I'm
begging, and I don't do that,

'cause I got Latin
pride and shit.

But I'm begging you for this,
'cause it's real stuff going on.

You start off at a lower
rate than everybody else.

[exhales heavily] Thank you.

- Thank you.
- No hugging.

Mnh-mnh.

[sighs]

It's none of my business,

but you know that teardrop
under her eye isn't real, right?

You're right. It's literally
none of your business.

It's my business,
and it's flourishing.

How do you think
that's gonna look,

bringing back the
agitator in chief?

Like I am a good and
benevolent dictator.

[scoffs]

Like King Wangchuk of Bhutan.

He created the gross
national happiness scale

so his people would be
content and remain loyal.

And how did that
work out for him?

Yeah.

There's no such thing
as a benevolent dictator,

only a weak one, or a dead one.

He did not die.

- He abdicated voluntarily.
- You know what I mean.

You're letting the fox
back into the hen house.

You dumped me
because I fired Flaca,

and now you're criticizing
me for bringing her back.

I broke up with you because
you were being gross,

and now you're being stupid.

That girl wants to fuck you
over and get her prison cred back.

But you're right. It's
none of my business.

Godfather knows best.

Whoa, shit!

- Mierda!
- What the fuck?!

Well, can't make it worse.

Seriously?

You feed people food
from the fucking floor,

like we're animals?

Maybe we should all get
down on our knees and lick it up!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm kidding.

They doubled our
order of slop this month.

We can cover it.

What's gotten into you?

It's not your problem.

She got man troubles.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Don't give it back
when you're done.

Not that kind of man.

What other kind is there?

[sighs]

The kind with tits.

Burset? They took her to seg.

I've had enough.

What's done is done.
Let's not beat a dead horse.

Black Beauty was
the one beat you.

You ask me, it got
what was coming.

Oh, don't blame me
for what happened.

- I'm giving you credit.
- You were the one

that started spreading
all those rumors about her.

So I'll take credit, too.
Mission accomplished.

You two need to clean this up.

I'll get the mop.

Gloria... sometimes
there's a mess.

It happens.

[indistinct conversations]

Yeah.

[indistinct conversations]

Something's the matter.

I can tell.

I got this talent

for knowing when things
are bothering people.

Nothing's bothering me.

Yeah, something is.

I can feel it in my elbow.

All the women in my
family got the knowin' elbow.

Yeah, well, something's
bothering you, too.

I can feel it in my toe.

Which toe?

Oh. You're bluffing.

All right, fine.

- You want me to say this?
- Yeah.

I think we should end this.

Oh, no.

No, that is not what
I was thinking at all.

It wasn't?

[voice breaking]
No, I-I was thinking

how hard gravity had been on me

'cause I fell so
far, so fast, for you.

I was gonna tell you I love you,

and I ain't never
said that to nobody,

except this one guy before.

You telling me
you don't love me?

It ain't got nothing to
do with feelings, okay?

I got crazy feelings for you,

Pauly D/JWoww
2010 kind of feelings.

But that's the
problem, you know?

- I don't get that!
- They couldn't act on them.

JWoww had a
boyfriend. You got prison.

Well, there's nowhere to go.

It's like it's blue balls,
but for my heart, Lorna.

No, this is not happening.

I... I was saving this
for my vision board.

But all vision no action
kills Hamlet, right?

I guess. I don't... really know.

It did. I saw the movie.

Whoa, whoa.

Come on, baby.
What are you doing?

- I love you, Vince Muccio.
- Oh...

And I love everything
that you've done for me,

especially beating up that
good-for-nothing Christopher,

showing me what a
real man looks like.

I want to spend
my life with you,

and I don't want to wait.

Inmate. Back in your seat.

I want you to marry me.

Morello, no touching!
Back in your seat, now!

Well, don't leave
a girl hanging.

What do you say?

You are the most amazing girl
I have ever met, Lorna Morello.

I mean, it should be
the guy doing the asking,

but I got to say, there's
something kind of hot

about you down on
your knees like that.

[laughs]

- [voice breaking] Yes.
- [gasps]

- Yes.
- Oh.

- Yes, I will...
- Oh! Oh!

[laughing] I will marry
you. I will marry you.

I swear, I'm gonna be
such a good wife, the best.

The best.

I don't want you to go,

but I think we should say
goodbye so we can kiss. Yeah?

Okay.

CO Ford, uh, we are done here.

Can we say goodbye and
maybe kiss a little, please?

[both chuckle]

[sniffles]

[moaning]

All right, wrap it up.

Morello, wrap it up!

[organ playing]

[man] The body of Christ.

[girl] Amen.

- The body of Christ.
- Amen.

The body of Christ.

- Amen.
- The body of Christ.

Amen.

The body of Christ.

Ah, look at my little princess.

You got Christ in
your body now, darling.

That means you
got responsibilities.

I love this dress!

What's in your hand?

I read in a magazine that
white food makes you fat.

You didn't eat your eucharist?!

She didn't eat her eucharist.

You got to eat
the cracker, Lorna.

The cracker's the whole point.

No, Mommy, the
dress is the whole point!

Thank you, Jesus! Thank
you, Jesus! Thank you, Jesus!

[indistinct conversations]

Should I remain silent?

Actually, I... I could
use a nice chat.

You ever believe
in anything, Red?

Valentina Vladimirovna
Tereshkova.

Her father drove a tractor,

and her mother
worked in a textile plant,

and she went to outer
space in a rocket ship,

first woman to do that.

I worshipped her.

What happened?

Nothing. I still
think she's terrific.

She's in her 70s now, and
she wants to go to Mars,

put in a request with Putin.

Russians stay focused.

This doesn't feel like
the good kind of silence.

It's not.

[sighs] At least it's bread day.

And it's so over-toasted, you
can pretend it was a cracker.

Wait.

[exhales deeply]

[laughing] I never doubted
you, not for a second!

Gently, gently. Hold it up.

It's her! [laughs]

It's exactly her!

Oh, my Norma!

Careful.

[gasps]

This toast, Norma...

[laughing] It's a miracle!

Toast Norma! Toast Norma!

It's, uh, like one of
those 3D poster thingies

from when we were kids.

You got to wait a
second to see it.

Praise be to Norma.

Her image has been
emblazoned by the universe

unto toast as a
reminder of her power

and goodliness
here on this earth.

There's never any
dignity at the end.

Yeah, I'm gonna check it out.

Gina, Gina... don't be a fool.

I have birthmark
on my left butt cheek

that's shaped like a scarab.

Doesn't make me Cleopatra.

Norma, you in that
toast! You in that toast!

What's going on?

[laughing]

Gaze upon the
glory of the toast.

- You in that toast.
- Yeah, I don't see...

Oh, holy mother, there it
is in... in the burn marks.

- Yeah!
- Oh, it's beautiful!

- [laughs]
- It's a gift.

It's a gift. Thank you.

- Thank you, Norma.
- So crazy.

- It's a miracle.
- Toast Norma.

Norma, it looks just like you.

A miracle.

She's sleeping again.

- What?
- Yo, Bennie.

Wake up.

"Bennie"?

Yeah, we checked
out them foils, man.

You took like 100 Benadryls.

But the good news is

your allergies are squared
away for like a decade.

[laughter]

I still don't understand why
we're helping her, anyway.

She ain't one of us.

Because you have
never been to psych.

Nobody saved me from the shu.

Well, eventually, you
come back from the shu.

And look, besides,
as long as she with us,

we're gonna be like the
Tiger Woods of prison cliques.

Blasian is beautiful.

Hey, that's right.

Your skin doesn't
have to be black

as long as your heart is black.

Um... she's sleeping again.

[scoffs] You've been
pretty chill about all of this.

- Shh.
- Man, what you doing, anyway?

Ugh! Well, for your
nosy information,

I'm working on my
conversion essay.

You still on that?

- Yeah, damn right.
- [laughs]

No matter what
they take from me,

they can't take away my
motherfucking kosher meals.

- [laughs]
- Okay.

I got a black Jew, I
got an Asian black,

a bunch of race-squatting
carpetbaggers.

You've disciplined your body

in accordance with the
teachings of blessed Elijah,

for the glory of Allah.

But anything more,
anything more,

is self-aggrandizing and
immodest, and I forbid it.

What about college?

Running track can pay for it.

Not if it means running
half-naked in public,

like a common whore.

I can't compete wearing a tent.

She has a talent and a passion,

and college, a good college,
is out of reach without this,

especially for a woman,
especially for a black woman.

Money is not my God.

Maybe Allah ain't my God.

Maybe I don't want to be a proud
daughter in the Nation of Islam.

[speaking Spanish]

Mm.

[chuckles]

[Maritza] ...that leaks pee.

Unh-unh.

I asked for a c-section

so my sails wouldn't
be flapping in the wind.

But I don't have anything
flapping. It feels like,

you know when you get punched
in the eye and it swells shut?

Except I got punched
in the chocha.

You're back, and you didn't
come talk to your mother?

- What kind of shit is that?
- [sighs]

I knew I didn't have to, 'cause
you were gonna butt in anyway.

You got what you
wanted, didn't you?

I was with my baby two hours,

getting ready to hand it
over to Pornstache's mom,

and who shows up?

Cesar and our cousin Yas.

Don't pretend like you ain't
happy, 'cause I know you are.

Ah, you don't know anything.

You're happy,

but you can't say it
'cause you got to hate me.

You said keeping the baby
was the worst thing for her.

Yeah, well, kids adapt.

Marc Anthony grew
up in the projects,

and now he's rich and
got to stick it to J.Lo

even though he's pocket-size.

And this was about you.

I know that feeling you got
when you had her in your arms.

And if that went away forever,
you'd be all kinds of fucked up.

[sighs]

You make her sound
like she's drugs.

The worst kind.

She's gonna make you feel better
than you ever thought you could,

then drain all your
money and ruin your life.

You're always gonna need her.

And even when you hate
her, you're gonna love her,

even when she's
in prison with you.

[sighs]

Thank you.

Was that so fucking hard?

Nosing whiskey
isn't like sniffing wine.

Now, you'd fry your
brain right out of your skull

with full nasal insertion
into the tumbler.

No, nosing is an
art form of its own.

All right, when you boys are
ready, go ahead and imbibe.

But don't swallow.

Chew the scotch.

Let it explore the different
taste corners of your tongue.

He stole all that
fellating whiskey stuff

from a YouTube video.

You got something
to say, there, Danny?

Dad, uh, we just really
need to get down to business.

[coughs]

Danny, I'm trying to teach you.

It's all business.

The club, the
bullshit, it's a dance.

Yeah, well, Burset comes
out of the shu. Cha-cha-cha.

[sighs]

Uh, Burset comes out of the shu.

I heard you the first time.

Where was your preamble?

Where was the lead-in
where you reminded me

how you saved money on the
fence repair and the new meal plan?

Come on. I taught you better.

Tell me about the new
beds we're installing.

Tell me how much more
money we're gonna make.

Mr. Pearson, we need to focus

on the people we're
tucking into these new beds,

or any budget surplus we
find is going straight to fight

one gross-negligence
lawsuit after another.

We have a chance to
set the pace with Burset.

We can't keep her
in the shu forever,

and the longer we do, the
more we open ourselves up.

Let me back you up,
here, for a second, Joe.

Uh, uh, Ms. Burset is
in protective custody,

not solitary confinement.

It's both one and
the horrible same, sir.

[sighs] I understand.

And we need to talk
about updating our facilities

and our policies about their
use as a long-term priority.

Well, how can a
priority be long-term?

- Oh, Danny...
- No, no, no, a priority,

by definition, is something
that needs to happen right now.

I think what Danny means...

No, no, no, no, he
knows what I mean.

What I mean is Burset
comes out of the shu,

'cause she didn't
do anything wrong!

- All right, son, all right.
- No, no, no, don't do that,

that placating thing!
You're doing it right now!

And you lied to me,
and you did it to my face!

I told you we would
look over our options.

We did, and there
were none better.

So you can either suck it up...

You know, fine!
That's it! I quit!

[stuttering] Yeah.

Enjoy nose-fucking your whiskey!

[cellphone beeps, chimes]

Find anything good?

These donated
books are the suck.

Ugh, I read that one already.

Once you rebuild
your bones with butter,

you're gonna have
to unclog your arteries

with, like, a Shop-vac
or something.

[chuckling] It's
kind of bullshit.

Spoiler alert.

[chuckles]

Hey, um...

thanks again for giving me
a second chance, Chapman.

- I'm really grateful.
- Uh-huh.

[Chang] Next. Nah,
we don't got that.

All these "new guards."

Infiltrators.

[Chang] Next.

Did you see the toothpick guy?

Uh, no. I've been
laying real low.

Don't turn around!

Just...

- [sighs]
- They're watching.

There's the squirrely dude

who looks like a
young Jack Nicholson,

who's always giving
everybody doughnuts.

Then there's the
high-school-looking kid

who uses that little baby face
to get away with... something.

And now there's
the toothpick guy.

He started today.

[Chang] Next.

Thanks. I'll... I'll be careful.

You will be dead.

I haven't even gotten started
on the black Mr. Clean over there.

What, CO, "please
and thank you"?

- He's a teddy bear.
- Who are the Teddy Bears?

Should I know about them?

[Chang] Next.

Ivory soap, Colgate, Diet Coke.

Bad choice. Aspartame invented
by Donald Rumsfeld in the '80s.

Mind control.

That's true.

Seriously? You, too?

Did you know that Monsanto
gave Donald Rumsfeld

$12 million for
aspartame in 1985?

Yes.

All right, we should talk.

[knock on door]

Soso, thanks for coming.

Please, have a seat.

Are you okay?

You look...

Did they give you your
prescription at medical?

Sometimes it takes a
couple of weeks to even out.

What did you want
to see me about?

- Berdie Rogers.
- Is she coming back?

Mr. Caputo is gonna be
talking to several inmates

about her conduct.

I want you to know
that you can trust him.

You can basically tell him
anything you would tell me.

For example, don't
be afraid to tell him

that you spoke with
her for several weeks

and she offered you no
medical care for your...

your mental condition.

You're really bad at
your job, Mr. Healy.

Like, really bad.

You make me feel worse
about myself every time we talk.

Berdie helped me.

I'm going now.

- We're ready.
- You made that?

Mm-hmm. As good as any tattoo
gun you'll see in the real world.

I mean, almost.

This is the spinny thing
from an old Discman,

and that drives the needle that
I snagged from the sweatshop.

Where did you find a Discman?

[chuckles] One of the OG ladies.

She traded it for a fan.

Thank God for hot flashes.

Add a little power.

[tattoo gun whirs]

And some ink.

[tattoo gun whirs]

Now all I need... is the girl.

I'm thinking an infinity symbol.

I thinking a small
infinity symbol.

Mnh-mnh. Cliché.

Said the girl with the...

Yeah, those are
all pretty unique.

[laughs]

Let me surprise you.

Unless you don't trust me.

I don't trust anybody,

and I'm starting to have
second thoughts about this.

Chicken. Come
on, it's white ink.

You're not even gonna see it,

not unless you're
looking for it.

Fine.

But subtle.

[tattoo gun whirring]

Ow.

Oh, this hurts.

Um, I... I need a distraction.

Nope. That's not it at all.

You need to do the opposite.

You need to honor
the pain, really feel it.

Tell yourself you're into it.

- It's your pain.
- I'm into it?

Yeah, you're really into it.

You own it.

I'm gonna miss you.

At least now you'll have
something to remember me by.

[man on TV] Something that
both June and Joann don't realize.

Hold on, ladies.

[Gloria] Sister, I
got a favor to ask.

Can I make a confession to you?

Of sin or crime?

Not that I'm qualified
to handle either one.

Sin. Guilt.

How about I listen and advise?

You want to wait
till your show's over?

Oh, it's a repeat. Go ahead.

[clears throat]

Okay, so, I had a grudge
against this person,

and she got herself
into some trouble.

And I never spoke
up... and said,

"Hey... she's not
really dangerous."

It's never too late
to do the right thing.

It is if she's already in seg.

Sophia's my friend,

so forgive me if I have a
hard time staying objective.

[voice breaking]
It's this place.

[sighs]

We're locked up,
all of us in a cage,

and it brings out, man,

it brings out the worst,
most selfish parts.

It's this place. It's us.

I didn't say anything either
when they took Sophia to seg.

[sighs]

We fail, and God
forgives us, but...

I don't know if we can ever
really forgive each other...

or ourselves.

I guess you can
say some Hail Marys.

I don't know what
else to tell you.

It's all wrong.

[speaking Spanish]

Shh!

[sighs]

[woman speaking over PA]

Pretend like she
ain't even here.

Let's get you set up.

Okay.

This may be a little cold.

Mm...

Okay.

[heartbeat]

Everything's looking good.

Heart's beating like
a little hummingbird.

[chuckles]

And the...

What happened?

Uh, no, no, she's
fine. It's just...

She's a he.

It's rare that we're
wrong on that, but...

[laughs]

[laughs]

I still don't understand
what I'm doing here.

You a part of my bet din.

Excuse me?

I'm converting.

Mm-hmm.

This here's Ginsberg.
She's been helping me out.

And that's Boyle.

I know her name
don't sound Jewish,

but she Jewish on
her mama's side,

and her great-uncle
died in the Holocaust,

and she taught me the Hebrew
alphabet for granola bars.

So I'm here to present my case.

I'm here to ask three times

and get told no
and no and then yes

and then be a Jew.

I'm here to take the name
"Tova," which means "good,"

because it's all good now.

I've been working
for real, rabbi. Try me.

- [sighs]
- For serious.

I'm ready to get my Jew on.

And it ain't just
about the food,

although the more
I've been learning,

the food a big part
of it, am I right?

She's been really dedicated.

Why she wants to go
from being a hated minority

to a double hated
minority is beyond me,

but she's for real.

We've been studying, arguing.

Hey, uh, you wouldn't
happen to be related

to Aimee Tatelbaum, would you?

She's my cousin.

[laughing] Oh, my God!

We were at Penn together.

[laughs]

Wait, Alan?

Cousin Alan?

[laughing] Ooh, I know
some things about you.

Oh, Alan.

You'd better bet din this
woman before I start to talk.

Aimee's full of shit.

Oh, is she? Like
the, uh, the story

about you and the Berkshires
with Samantha Gottleib

and the mushrooms,
that's bullshit?

- That's... [sighs]
- Yeah.

- Ask, Tova. Ask.
- Mm. Mm-hmm.

Hey. [clears throat]

Can I be a Jew?

No.

Can I be a Jew?

No.

[chuckles]

Can I be a Jew?

You really want this?

Sincerely?

Not because this one's
trying to blackmail me

for something
stupid when I was 19,

or for broccoli
with your dinner?

What is this for you?

[voice breaking] Honestly...

[sighs]

[sniffles]

I think I found my people.

[sighs]

I was raised in a church,

where I was told
to believe and pray.

And if I was
bad, I'd go to Hell.

If I was good, I'd go to Heaven.

And if I'd ask Jesus,
He'd forgive me,

and that was that.

And here y'all
saying ain't no Hell,

ain't... [sniffles]
sure about Heaven,

and if you do something wrong,

you got to figure
it out yourself.

[laughs]

And as far as God's concerned,

it's your job to keep
asking questions

and to keep learning
and to keep arguing.

It's like a verb. It's
like... you do God.

[chuckles]

And that's a lot of work.

[sighs]

But I think I'm in, at
least as far as I can see it.

I mean, maybe I'll learn more...

and say, "Fuck the whole thing."

I mean, but I
want to learn more,

and I think I got to
be in it to do that.

You know, does that make sense?

Shit, did I just talk
myself out of it?

Fuck.

Ask me again.

[sighs]

Can I be a Jew?

Yes.

No, I need three answers.

- Yes.
- Yes.

[crying] Yeah!

[laughs]

Look at me now! I'm a
bona fide jailhouse Jew!

- [both laughing]
- Sort of.

It's not really official
without the mikvah.

But that was
wonderful. Really, Tova.

- Congratulations.
- Oh, I'm sorry. Mik-what?

Oh, it's, like, um...

It's like a-a baptism, but
without all the touching.

- You soak in a pool.
- Mm-hmm?

And you clean off
all that Christian filth

that you've been
carrying around.

- [clicks tongue]
- [chuckles]

We can fake that
shit in the shower.

No, that won't count.

A mikvah needs to be pure,
naturally occurring water,

and you need to be fully
submerged, and nude.

Yeah... maybe it'll rain, okay?

We can just... there'll be
a sinkhole or something.

And we'll make it official then.
In the meantime, you are Jew-ish.

Huh?

[Mr. Hayes] Most holy, righteous,
and everywhere-present God,

Our Father who art in heaven,

we ask thy blessing
upon this food.

Bless the hearts and the hands
of those that provide the same,

and when it is ours to
pass from time to eternity...

Do you know what
awaits sinners like you,

self-worshippers of the flesh?

Do you know what is
your Promised Land?!

Answer me, Cindy! Do you know?!

Deuteronomy,
chapter 29, verse 23

tells us about your
Promised Land.

Your land is brimstone and salt,

a burning waste,
unsown and unproductive,

and no grass grows on it,

like the overthrow of
Sodom and Gomorrah.

So thou... must... not... sin!

Amen!

[all] Amen.

Say "amen"!

Amen, amen, amen, amen.

Maxwell said you
wanted to see me.

Yeah. Morello's getting married.

She asked that
you be the witness.

Ah! I heard the happy
news an hour ago.

She's a rash girl, all heart
and tits and no brain, hmm?

Well, thanks for
letting me know.

I'll get started on my
maid-of-honor speech.

Can I ask you a question?

[sighs]

[sighs]

You and I... have a
special relationship.

That's why I feel like I
can ask you this question.

Would you say that
I'm bad at my job?

Well, the very fact that we
have a special relationship,

and that you acknowledge it,

should at least partially
answer your question, Healy.

But I'd by lying if I
said it hasn't helped me.

It has.

Having a contemporary in
here who isn't A: a woman,

and B: a thieving,
lying, crazy, murderous,

drug-addled woman
has been a godsend.

Are you good at
your job? I don't know.

But I know that
you've helped me,

and I'm grateful to you for it.

Can I go now that I've
watered your ego flower?

[chuckles] Yes.

Your prison mistress
gave you a prison tat.

You are turning into a trope.

- She's my business partner,
with benefits.
- Ah.

She's getting out and wanted to
give me something to remember her by.

I was sad, so I let her.

White ink, huh?

That must be pretty
intimidating to some of these girls,

maybe under, like, a
black light or something.

What does it say?

It says "trust no bitch."

And yes, as a matter of fact,
the girls are scared shitless.

Hmm.

I'm quite gangsta.

[sighs]

Ohhh, shit.

What?

I have to give you honesty,

because that's how I
need to live, in truth.

What the fuck, Cal?

Neri is selling extra
panties on the side.

What?! No.

- Yeah.
- All wrong.

And where's she getting
people to wear them?

Well, um, actually, we invented
a, uh, miso-tuna-honey sauce

that tastes quite delicious
until you add the glue.

You're diluting the brand.

You have to get her to stop.

Neri's knock-off prison
panties aren't the problem.

In fact, her questionable
criminal ethics

might actually offset
the real problem.

My job is to
handle shit in here.

Your job is to
handle shit out there.

Okay, Pipes, while
I'm really proud

of how evil prison has made you,

I think you're overestimating
your villain index.

You're still transitioning.

You know, you're
not Walter White yet.

You're... Walter White Ink.

What are you talking about?

Your money is gone.

Somebody transferred
all of your clam clams.

When?

This morning.

Fucking Flaca!

[sobbing]

[sighs]

Was a time, Norma, you were
good at making people feel safe,

at peace, calm.

Then you let this cave
troll turn it into a cult.

Hey, we're toasting Norma
here! It's our new thing.

Brook Soso tried
to kill herself.

She needed help, and
you pushed her away.

As far as I'm concerned,
that makes you an accessory.

What the fuck?!

You better back up
off before I smash

those shit-stained Chiclets
you call teeth down your throat!

[scoffs] Look at all of y'all.

The whole point of being here

was to escape
our shitty reality.

What... and now you're...
y-you're worshiping

a piece of toast?!

You know, you actually
had me believing in miracles.

Now I know miracles
ain't real, and you ain't shit.

[all exclaiming]

- It's okay.
- [sobbing]

It's okay.

Would you stop it?!

It's fine.

[sighs]

Norma toast is safe. We're good.

Back to it. [chuckles]

And so then I woke
up in the laundry room.

It was so weird.

Maybe I was gonna wash
my pants, and I fell asleep.

I think I need to start taking
vitamins, or... stop taking Ambien.

Something.

Ooh, there's... there's an
underpass down Broad Street.

It's a good spot.
Take a left up here.

I don't feel very good.

It's all right. I'll
make you feel better.

No, m-my head. It's, like,
ah, it's banging right now.

It must be my lady time.

[chuckles] Ain't
nothing sexy about that.

[chuckles] Doesn't bother me.

I kind of like it.

Right here. Take
this left, right here.

Hey, what are you doing?
I told you to make that left.

What's the matter
with you? You want...

You want me to
get a little rough?

Is that it? A little
role-play? You into that?

[breathing heavily]

Something's really wrong.

Like... like my Nancy
Grace ears catnip.

- What?
- Yeah, something's...

it's like my Nancy Grace
ears catnip bluegrass funeral.

Tiff, are you okay?
What's the matter with you?

Nancy Grace ears.
I can't... [grunts]

[engine revs]

Shit!

[tires screeching]

[screaming]

What the fuck is that
noise?! Is that real,

or are you doing it 'cause
you think it's a turn-on?

- Is that your fuckin' excuse?
- Fuck.

[grunting]

[groans] Fuck.

[sighs]

You've got to be
fucking kidding me.

[groans]

[chuckles]

What, are you gonna
start crying now?

My dick must have finally
realized who you are.

I did not think one man could
possibly have more self-loathing

than you already did.

You must be loving this.

Why are you here? Why
do you keep coming here?

"Coming" is the operative word,

which obviously isn't
happening tonight, so...

Natalie, wait. Wait a second.

"Natalie"? Jesus fucking Christ.

I'm here because
you're a good lay,

and I relish the fact

that you hate me but
you can't resist me.

Don't worry. I still
loathe you, Fig.

- Oh, good.
- But you're, uh...

I'm not really close
to anyone right now.

[laughs]

Do you have any idea how
pathetic you are, weirdo?

Yes, actually, I do.

I work for a
sleazebag corporation,

and I am hate-fucking a
dead-eyed, anorexic crone,

who's the only
person I can talk to.

I'm living my worst nightmare.

Then channel your
inner Freddy Krueger

and grab life by the balls
with your big, bladed fingers.

Pearson quit over
this Burset thing.

- I should, too, but...
- W-w-wait. Wait, wait, wait.

- Pearson quit?
- [sighs]

You have the chance
for a promotion,

and you're going limp?

[sighs] Even if I
wanted his job,

and I don't, it's
a lateral move.

A lateral move with more pay?

Yes. It's a promotion.

But I'm not gonna
capitalize on Burset.

I'm gonna fight for her.

- Why?
- Because I wear protection,

so I haven't caught whatever
form of syphilis you have

that caused your soul to rot.

No, really. Why?

[sighs]

You keep on martyring yourself
for these people, and why?

Has anyone ever thanked
you for saving the prison?

Just the people who
are now profiting from it.

Well, maybe those are the people

you should be sticking
your neck out for.

Do what you have to do,

or you're the one who
gets fucked in the ass.

Speaking of which...

You're so disgusting.

[giggles]

- [grunts]
- Oh.

Hey.

I heard about your mother.

Yeah. Thanks.

You two good?

What's that supposed to mean?

[chuckles softly]

You know what?

Let's say our prayers
and go on with our days.

That sounds good
to you, little girl?

- I ain't your little girl.
- Oh, I know that.

You don't need nobody. I got it.

Certainly don't need people
who don't got my back.

Well, maybe people
would have your back

if they knew you weren't
gonna turn it on them.

[sighs]

Hey. Gonzales.

You took my money?

- What?
- You want to fuck with me?

You need to step back right
now, or you gonna lay back, bitch.

I don't care what she
did, what you think she did.

You don't get to
come here and push,

or you're gonna get pushed.

She saw me this morning in
the library, conducting business.

All I saw you was reading
that stupid butter-bones book,

and I told you it
was bad science.

What are you talking about?

You made up a story
about your sick mom

so that I would let you back in.

Her mother is sick, idiot.

Why you think she's
in here on her knees?

Man, what's the matter with you?

Well, good.

I mean, not good
that she's sick,

but good that you weren't lying,

and I hope that
she feels better,

and I hope that you both
know not to mess with me.

[seat slams]

[sighs]

[indistinct conversations]

Angie ate toast Norma.

She thought it would give
her powers or some stupid shit,

and I didn't stop her

because the people
believed the stupid black dyke

who listened to that
stupid, yellow chink.

I mean "yellow" both
racially and as a chickenshit.

Only chickenshits
try to kill themselves.

I know you're upset
about the toast.

It was a bad idea.

Norma, I still believe in you.

[breathing heavily]

[voice breaking] Don't
do this to me, please.

You need me.

[crying] I need you.

We make miracles.

No.

[sobs]

- [laughs]
- [Coates] It's just a scratch.

They'll probably
just buff that out.

- That's not a scratch, man.
- Huh. You okay?

What'd the doc say?

I told him all about the word
soup and white eyeballs.

And?

And, you know, even though

it's, uh, probably just
a one-time, freak thing,

I ain't fit to be the
van girl no more.

[laughs]

[imitates seizure]

[laughs]

Man, who knew
cousin Sandy's epilepsy

would one day save
your hillbilly prison soul?

You're a really good teacher.

Yeah, and you, apparently,
are a fine actress.

All he gets is a
bandage over his eye.

Yeah, but he bled a
lot. Not out of his butt.

Still, I consider that a win.

We need you over here.

Hi. Maritza.

Ah, shit.

Ah, shit.

Aah!

[paddles whine]

[thump]

[gasps]

[police radio chatter]

Ms. Black, your heart was
in a dangerous arrhythmia.

We were able to shock
it back to sinus rhythm.

You're gonna be fine.

There's no God.

There's nothing.

How's the tat feeling?

It's burning.

Searing, even.

It looks okay.

Doesn't look
infected or anything.

Must be the irony,
then. "Trust no bitch."

I don't get it.

You and Alex are the only people
who know where that phone is,

and maybe Flaca, but
I really don't think so.

And neither one of them
are getting out in two days.

You fucked me, Stella.

I'm panicking, Piper.

Oh, so you decide
to steal from me?

I have no family,
no friends, and $20.

That doesn't even get
me one night in a motel.

It'll pay for an hour,
which is plenty of time

to use your hot tits and
your pretty, little lying face

to lure in a sucker
and rob him blind.

What's going on with
the L Word over there?

Thunder from down under been
been necking with somebody else?

Nah, Chapman's been accusing
people of stealing her money.

Oh, that bitch guilty.

How do you know?

She desperate. I hit her up

to see what she was gonna
leave me in her prison will,

and she taking everything.
She even taking the maxi pads.

Man, Chapman came at
me ready to bash my skull in.

But she gonna let
her off the hook?

It pays to hump the boss.

[sighs]

She let you come back and
let the kangaroo rob her blind?

[laughs] Girls,
this is good news.

She'll gum you, but
the boss got no teeth.

I'ma ask for more money.

She gonna donate
to the Foster's,

she can donate to Colt 45.

Or should I be saying
"Manischewitz" now?

[chuckles]

You could have asked
me instead of burgling me.

I'm asking you
now... to understand.

Of course I understand.

Your situation is
going to be my situation

in the next six to 12 months,

which is why I started
Feloniousspunk

in the first place, to take
money from perverts,

not from people that I
pretend to care about.

I do care! Don't you?

I'm going to make
this up to you.

I promise.

[scoffs]

[clears throat]

And as groom and bride
prepared for this ceremony,

they reflected on what it is
that brought them here today,

ready to commit their
lives to one another.

You have your vows, yes?

Groom goes first.

"Lorna, I cannot
believe we are doing this.

[both laugh]

In fact, I think we
might be crazy.

But we are crazy together.

We fit, and we match,

and I think you are beautiful,

and you make me feel tall,

and I love your heart."

You're good, Lorna.

And I cannot wait

to spend every day that
I am allowed to with you,

and then when you
are out, just every day.

[camera film advancing]

[voice breaking] Vince...

I'm just so happy and
honored to be Lorna Muccio.

[sniffles]

And for that, I think
you very much-io.

[laughter]

I'm not a great writer like
you, so I-I have a poem to read.

"In my life, there's
been heartache and pain.

I don't know if I
can face it again.

Can't stop now.

I've traveled so far.

To change this lonely life.

I want to know what love is.

I want you to show me.

I want to feel what love is.

I know you can show me."

Foreigner...

My favorite band.

I knew it! [chuckles]

Beautiful.

And now the rings.

Vince, place your
ring on Lorna's finger

- and repeat after me.
- Oh.

"Through this ring,
I, Vincent Muccio,

accept you, Lorna Morello,

as my wife, now
and for all time."

Through this ring,
I, Vincent Muccio,

accept you, Lorna Morello,

as my wife, now
and for all time.

[sighs]

[woman] And now, Lorna,
place your ring on Vincent's finger

- and repeat after me.
- This is so beautiful.

This is why I don't
want to elope.

I can't cry like this
in front of my mother.

Oh, shit. I missed
her putting on the ring.

Get the kiss, you big galoot.

Through this ring,
I, Lorna Morello,

accept you, Vincent Muccio,

as my husband, now and forever.

[woman] Now,
Normally, at this point,

I would have you both
light the unity candle,

but prison restrictions on
open flames won't allow it.

Plus, our bride
is wearing paper,

so instead, I will urge you

to gaze into each other's
eyes and light the fire within.

As you do,

by the power vested in me
by the State of New York,

I now pronounce
you husband and wife.

[both chuckle]

You may kiss the bride!

Oh, my goodness!

[both moaning]

Oh, they'll make a beautiful
couple, absolutely beautiful.

[laughs]

Okay. You two can spend
an hour in here together.

Bell will stay with you.

Uh, here? You
don't have a trailer

or something a little
more private, alone?

There's no conjugal
visits in federal.

I'm sorry.

Oh, yes! Husband, yes!

Yeah! Yeah!

Fuck, yeah, wife!

Oh! Consummate this marriage!

Consummating the
shit out of you, babe!

[both moaning]

[muffled moaning, thumping]

Young love. They have
no idea what they're in for.

It doesn't always end badly.

Oh, said the man whose
wife sleeps in her mother's bed

to the prisoner whose
brand-new divorce certificate

is her most prized possession.

You got to believe in
something. Why not love?

Because "happily ever after"
was invented for the storybooks

so kids reach breeding age
without killing themselves.

So love is the lie
we tell ourselves

so we don't go extinct.

That's pretty bleak,
Red, even for you.

Oh, and you caught me
on a "glass half full" day.

So you don't think
there's someone out there

you're meant to be with?

Of course I do.

Everybody has a soul mate.

But they're usually on the
other side of the bars, or the wall,

or the planet, from you.

That's the way
the universe works.

You're not gonna
be in prison forever.

You got a future to think about.

Our ships passed
too late in the night

for one of them to
change course, Sam.

Father!

Father!

Father!

God, please help my mother.

[crying]

Father?

My mom is sick again.

Jesus?

[gags]

Aah! Help me, please!

Somebody, please! He smells!

Oh, gross!

Get the fuck off of me!

[sighs]

I've rewritten this
at least ten times.

I don't know what to say.

I feel like you're
saving my life.

I came to say goodbye.

Well, I still have
a few more days.

Clear the bunk.

[police radio chatter]

- Not you.
- We have reports of contraband.

I haven't got anything.
I'm getting out in two days.

Well, hopefully you've
given everything away, then.

Well...

Found a lighter.

That's not mine.

[sniffs]

Marijuana cigarettes?

Wait, wait... [scoffs]

Cigarette cigarettes.
[clicks tongue]

This is not even my stuff.

I-it can't be!

[gags]

[Bayley] Where'd you get
illegal chicken from, inmate?

What?!

[chuckles]

Bayley, check
out this candy shiv.

How cool is that?

[clears throat]

I mean... this is
a deadly weapon.

You are so going to max, inmate.

Sorry about your dildo, Boo.

Cost of doing business.

I'll make it up to you.

Damn, Chapman.

That is some stone-cold shit.

I don't fuck around.

Let the people know.

I'm hoping this "voluntary
organizing meeting,"

is, uh, code for "our union
petition has been accepted."

Maybe he just wants us

to pull together our
official list of demands.

I think the prison
should issue us socks

and underwear,
not just outerwear.

I want them to pay
my college loans.

You went to college,
and you're working here?

Associate's degree,
justice admin, Devry.

Here he is, the
white Cesar Chavez.

Today, as you know,
is a very big day,

so let's make this quick.

We hear Pearson's out.

Are you next? Are
they union-busting?

Or did our petition go through

and he got canned
for not stopping it?

Pearson quit.

There's a new Director
of Human Activity.

It's you, isn't it?

Everyone has the
right to unionize.

Shit. Motherfucking shit.

But I have access
to budgets now,

and all that noise

about the whole shebang
coming crashing down

if MCC starts covering
benefits, it is 100 percent true.

They must have given
you a pretty good pay raise.

Yeah, like 30 pieces of silver.

I have done nothing
but save your asses

since this prison was
scheduled to close.

You're goddamn right.

It was a pretty good pay raise.

And any one of you ungrateful,
selfish sons of bitches

would have thrown me
under the bus and run me over

to get the same.
Well, guess what?

It's my turn.

It's the year of Caputo.

[Ford] You know, we
had a union captain once

who told us that the corporation
would call an optional meeting

and then try to scare
us out of unionizing.

I remember that. He
said when they did that,

we should say, and
I am paraphrasing,

"Fuck you!"

That's right, because he said,

"The company needs you
more than you need them."

Now I've seen
things from the inside,

and I stand corrected.

You're all replaceable.

Not today, we're not.

I'd say today, of all days,

the company still needs
us pretty damn bad.

Yeah, I'm gonna go with
my old captain on this one.

Fuck you.

It ain't right, Mr. Caputo.

It ain't right.

[snorts]

[radio chatter]

Good luck letting the
monkeys run the zoo.

All right, all tools are
present and accounted for.

All good.

Thanks, ladies. Oh, wait, wait.

Hold up. Someone needs to sweep.

Not me.

- No, no. No way.
- Mnh-mnh.

Fine. I'll do it.

But you guys owe me.

Thank you, Vause. I'm
gonna walk them over.

Yeah, yeah, I'll just be here,
sweeping like Cinderella.

[radio chatter]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Well, that was quick.

Aydin.

How...

This place would hire
Forrest fucking Gump.

The guy who interviewed
me was so relieved

to find someone who
was actually qualified.

You don't have to do this.

Yeah, I do.

[sighs]

[woman speaking
indistinctly over PA]

Hey, uh, there's no
inmates in the dorms

while the bunks
are being installed.

She needs to sit down.

I'm sorry. Rules is rules.

[sighs]

This way.

At least we're getting new beds.

[woman speaking
indistinctly on radio]

[knock on door]

[baby crying]

Who are you?

Is Cesar home?

Cesar?!

Some white guy!

Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Hey, what's up,
man? Who are you?

Uh, Cesar Velazquez?

- Fuck.
- [shouting in Spanish]

Get back in the room!

- Go back in the room!
- Get back...

Stop! We have a warrant!

[shouting in Spanish]

DEA!

- Cesar!
- [baby crying]

[all shouting]

[shouting indistinctly]

Get back in your room!
Get back in your room!

- Cesar! Cesar, no!
- It's okay.

Get your filthy fucking
hands off my baby!

You two, with me! Let's go!

[shouting continues]

[baby continues crying]

Get your hands off my
daughter, you stupid motherfucker!

Get down on the ground!

Get your hands off
my fucking daughter!

- Daddy!
- Aah, motherfucker!

Get your hands off
my girl, motherfucker!

Let go of my daughter!

- I swear, the fu...
- [grunting]

Jesus, looks like heroin
romper room in here.

Get Child Services
down here now.

And, Donna, get the baby out.

What are you doing? No, no.

[breathing heavily]

Let go of my baby. Let
go of my baby, you mothe...

Aah! Aah!

Get off...

[girl] Daddy!

Christina! Christi...
Take care of Daya's baby!

[grunting]

Get off my girl!

Get off my girl, motherfucker!

[tattoo gun whirring]

[moaning]

Cliché, my ass.

It's... it's fucking awesome.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Hello?

Judy King is here.

Anyone?

We're here to self-surrender!

Anyone?

Well, fuck a duck.

Already, this place
is a goddamn joke.

I told you we should have
stuck with Alderson, but no, no,

you got to drag my ass all
the way to upstate Jew York.

I should kick your
balls into your sternum.

Well, did we, or did
we not call ahead?

I mean, this is just...

[voice breaking] ...rude.

[crying] Oh, God.

[indistinct conversations
in distance]

[gasps softly]

[laughs]

Hey, where's Norma Christ going?

- Holy...
- Shit!

Where the guards at?

I feel like this is one
of those things, like,

when all the dogs and
the horses disappear

before there's an earthquake
o-or a tidal wave or something.

- I'm going.
- You crazy.

They're the ones who
took the fence down.

Maybe they expanding the yard.

How we supposed
to know any better?

[women shouting indistinctly]

She got a good point.

- [grunts]
- The fuck?

[women continue shouting]

Ah, shit.

What's even over there?

A bunch of bitches going to seg.

Nah, nah!

It's the lake!

It's not escapable or nothing.

It's a miracle.

- Come on, y'all!
- Aw, man, you, too?

Even if we don't get busted,

you ain't worried
about eels or some shit?

Man, ain't no eels in
the Freedom Lake, man.

Stop being such a stereotype.

One of them black bitches
gonna get they shit drowned,

and I ain't gonna
be responsible.

Look...

let's just be free for a second.

[chuckles]

It's gonna be the last
time in a long time.

[blows raspberry]

[sighs]

[women laughing]

Jesus!

[women shouting, cheering]

Nope.

Hey, y'all seen Ginsberg?

Right now is my chance
for some new-Jew juju!

- I don't follow you.
- That lake's my mikvah!

Isn't that her crashing
through the underbrush?

Oh. Ginsberg! Ginsberg!

- [scoffs]
- You know,

I think I could stand

a little sand
between my toes, too.

[women cheering]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Hey! Hey! J... no. No.

Okay. Uh, stop!

Hey, hey, hey!

- Stop it!
- Boo!

[laughs]

Come on. Why now? Why now?!

Somebody, please!

Aah!

[screaming]

[laughter]

Hallelujah!

[laughing]

Crazy?

- You see her?
- Yo!

[gasps]

[all cheering, laughing]

Whoo!

[all shouting indistinctly]

[sighs] Wow.

[both scream, laugh]

[shouting in Spanish]

[all squealing, laughing]

[laughing] Oh,
you're going down.

[clucking]

[women clucking]

Go! Go! Charge her!

[clucking loudly]

Give up! You can't
stop the Boo-satucky!

[all shrieking]

Aah!

Aah!

[chuckles]

Aah. Ow.

[groaning]

[chuckles]

Oh.

No... ohh.

[inhales sharply]

[chuckles]

[both chuckle]

[women shouting, laughing]

[chuckles]

[laughs]

[sighs]

Whoa!

Taystee, come on
in! The water's fine!

[laughter]

- Come on in, girl!
- Damn! Damn!

It's the homey!

[laughter]

Yeah!

[laughs]

[speaking Hebrew]

[muffled laughing]

Mazel tov.

[laughs]

Oh.

Uh...

[both chuckling]

[cheering, laughter]

[drill whirring]

[hammer clanking]

[♪ Foreigner: "I Want to
Know What Love Is" plays]

♪ Got to take a little time ♪

♪ A little time to
look around me ♪

♪ I've got nowhere
left to hide ♪

♪ It looks like love
has finally found me ♪

♪ In my life ♪

♪ There's been
heartache and pain ♪

♪ I don't know if I
can face it again ♪

♪ Can't stop now,
I've traveled so far ♪

♪ To change this lonely life ♪

♪ I want to know what love is ♪

♪ I want you to show me ♪

♪ I want to feel what love is ♪

♪ I know you can show me ♪

♪ I want to know what love is ♪

♪ I want you to show me ♪

♪ I want to feel ♪

♪ I want to feel what love is ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ I know you can show me ♪

♪ Let's talk about love ♪

♪ I want to know what love is ♪

♪ Let's talk about love ♪

♪ I know you can show me ♪

♪ Show me love is real, yeah ♪

♪ Ye-e-e-ah ♪

♪ I want to know what love is ♪