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And now what? You wipe it up,
but that does not disinfect.

How are you going to disinfect?

I don't know.
I've never cleaned up

another person's pee before.

Quite a privileged
life you've led!

Yeah, well, now...
Now I'm here.

I have to be up in three hours.

I ought to knock
you into Tuesday

for bringing that
baggage to my house!

Like I asked for this?
I don't want this.

I don't know what to do.

About what?
You clean the piss!

The piss,
the stalker, your anger,

my cluelessness, disinfectant.

There is another
person's pee on me,

and I'm not allowed to use the
bathroom until the morning.

I have to sleep with
stranger pee on me.

Oh, Coo-coo. It's hard for you.
Little girl lost.

Claudette, you push the button.

It's called an elevator.

Don't be scared.

C'mon.

It's a magic flying box.

Step in.

Come.

Dee! Where's Dee?
Get over here, child.

Dee, take off that uniform,
put an iron to it,

and if you're not ready
to go in five minutes,

I'm sending you back
on the next boat! Go!

Baptiste, close the door, you're
letting all the heat out.

Get in here.

Who's this one?

This is Claudette.

Look at this skinny cat.

Open your mouth. How are
your teeth, skinny cat?

I want to go home.

This is your home now. And you
will only speak English here.

Understand? Let me hear.

Yes, understanding.

Mmm.

Go in the back and get changed.

Uniforms are on the shelf in the hall.
Go on! There's work to do.

Work?

Yes. You'll be working for me until
you pay off your parents' debt.

Now get in the back
and change your clothes.

How about we feed
the cat, Ti Tessa?

Give her a moment
to breathe. It's all new.

It's all new! Ah!

You got your money, Baptiste.
Why are you still here?

No one makes manje kreyol like you.
You cook like home.

Bah!

Go in the kitchen, both of you.

I won't let
anything bad happen.

I promise.

I got mad respect for you, OG.
You know, mad props.

Um, can I ask you something?

I don't know, can you?

Yeah. It's just that my girl,
Mercy, is getting out,

and I was thinking maybe you could
make that cake that you do.

Like, the one you made at Easter.
That shit was the bomb.

I made it to celebrate the
resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Well, Mercy be resurrecting
up out of here, right?

Don't you think
that deserve cake?

Are you saying your Mercy is
like the good Lord, Jesus?

Did your Mercy die for our sins?
I don't think so.

She's my boo.

I'm tired and not in the mood.
Go away now.

My friends went
a little overboard.

When I first got here, my friends
sent me all kind of shit, too.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Oh.

You got anything sexy in there?

Um, I might have
some Nicholson Baker.

Who?

You need to leave.

Take some books with you.
Educate yourself.

Not that it helped this one.

So, what you want?
You want some of this, huh?

You like this?

I can make you feel good.
That's how much I love my girl.

I'm struck by your devotion.

And sick to my stomach, too.
Get out!

I'm gonna find
something you want, OG.

You keep thinking,
I'll keep thinking.

Out!

Children.

I got a new job assignment.

I don't like mess.

I'm sorry.
I'll organize them.

Book mess, piss mess.

I know.

You take care of it or...

Newts!

Newts? Where are my newts?
Gather. Here.

Newts?

It's his adorable
word for newbies.

What are you doing?

It's an art piece representing the
futility of blue-collar labor

in a technological age.

And vaginas.

Go gather
before he yells in your face.

He's got breath
like dead things.

Welcome to the electric shop.

Tools are kept here.

If you want a tool,
turn in a chit.

Chits have numbers. The
numbers are assigned to you.

If the tools go missing,
we know who has them,

and your ass is grass.

Demonstration.

You.

My chit number is seven.
They all have seven on 'em.

I hand a chit in,
I get my tool.

I hand the tool back,
I get my chit back.

Hey, Rabbit Pearl!

Ease back, all right?
We're all gonna go numb.

Anyways, simple as that.

Mr. Luschek, I think that
there's been a mistake.

I asked to be put in
the education program.

Is that right, sweetheart?

Yes. I think I'd be more useful there.
I was a TA in college.

Oh, what's that, like,
"tits" and "ass?"

I'm just saying that I know
something about teaching.

I don't know the first thing
about electrical work.

Uh, repeat after me,
"Don't electrocute yourself."

"Don't electrocute yourself."

Now you know the first thing.

Here, read this.

Then

fix this.

The light turns on, you can call it a day.

That goes for all of you newts.

Read, fix the lamp, go away.

That's your day,
that's your job.

Jobs pay.
This is bullshit.

You're making 11 cents an hour.

Right. So I could,
like, save up

and buy a $6 Pepsi
at the company store?

Pepsi, $5.75.

It's bullshit.
I ain't picking cotton.

God, you're one of them.

Bet your ass I am.

Fine. Sit in the cage
and check out the tools.

In other words, sit on your
ass and do nothing all day.

You think you can handle that?

You speakin' my language.
That's what I'm talking about.

I need a wrench.

Voila! The monkey can dance.

What'd you call me?

You lose a tool, you go to SHU.

Time for my nap.

So you go to that address

and you tell them I trained
you in my kitchen.

They'll pay you
shit and work you

like a Chinese on the railroad,

but it's a job.

Red, thank you
so much for this.

You don't come
back here, all right?

That's what I'm hopin'.

I hope so, too.

Most of these girls
are in and out so much,

it's like they're
fucking the place.

Mercy, can I have your combs?

Yeah, take 'em, Woodstock.

How about your muumuu?

Fine.

What about this?

You'll swim in that.

I was gonna cut it up for yoga straps.
You know, for stretching.

Okay, whatever.

"Whatever?" That's my shirt.
I gave you that shirt.

Yeah. You gave it
to me, so it's mine.

And I can give
it to who I want.

Little girl, don't
make me go mental on you.

Boo, you don't run me no more.

Hmm.

I know you miss my ass.

But Tricia's been
taking real good care of it,

and soon it's
walkin' out of here.

Let me look at it.

You might wanna wash it.

Still got some stank on it.

You know,

it's not your ass
that I want anymore,

it's your back.

Yeah. You better
watch it, bitch.

What's the drama?

Mercy should
know better than to

fuck with Boo this
close to her date.

Oh, shit. Well, you think
she'll try something?

She stole Shelly's date.

Shelly?

Mrs. Boo,
three Mrs. Boos ago.

The week before her date,
Boo had some girl jump her.

There was a fight.

Shelly had been
growing out her nails,

mauled that girl like a tiger.

Caught two more
years down the hill.

Jeez.

"Remove the stand
off the body..."

Hey, how about
a lunch break, Chapman?

Oh, God. Yes, please.

Thanks.

Bologna.

Like your lunch?

Mmm. I'm not complaining.

You learn fast.
So, how's it going?

I can't get my lamp to turn on.

Yeah, long day for you.

Well, I, on the other hand, am
feeling great job satisfaction.

My hole in the wall
goes very deep.

So, how's your mental health?

You know, I can't
shake the feeling

that at the end of the day
I'm gonna be able to go home.

And, like, in the morning,
when I wake up,

there are these few seconds
before I realize where I am,

and then I do realize,
and I can't breathe.

And I wanna cry and throw
shit and kill myself.

When does that end?

I'll let you know.

Lunch is over, ladies.
Back in.

No, but we just sat down.

And now you can get up
and get back to work.

Speaking of which,
what the fuck

are you doing in there,
Nichols?

I'm makin' you
a glory hole, Luschek.

Then, by all means, carry on.

Back inside.

Is there a problem?

Not at all. In fact,
I have some good news.

We could all stand
a little good news.

Your case manager called, and there's
interest in reopening your case.

Seems to be some immigration
law reform, blah-di-blah.

You're being reviewed
for potential early release.

I don't care to
dredge up the past.

This could mean
a lot less time.

I appreciate the opportunity,
but no, thank you.

It will be a whole lot of
aggravation for nothing.

I know how these things go.

Is there anything else?

No. No.

I'll let 'em
know your decision.

That's the way it is. You
work, you pay off your debt,

then you go off and live your life.
Do you understand?

You can wear it with slacks,
or with a skirt and tights.

What do you prefer?

Skirt.

Okay. It is important that
you keep your uniform clean.

You can't be trusted to clean a
house if you can't keep yourself.

Yes, Miss Claudette.

When you go to people's
homes, you will be polite,

and clean, and respectful.

No foolishness, no laziness.

And it's,
"Yes, ma'am," "Yes, sir."

No back talk, understood?

Speak up, child.

Sorry. Yes, ma'am.

Good.

Put your things away

and come into the kitchen for
some food when you've settled in.

Baptiste!

Oh!

You were gone long this trip.

Too long.

I brought something for you.

You know I don't like gifts.

Everyone likes gifts, even you.

Mangoes!

Thank you.

They're my favorites.

I know that.

Hey...

Claudette, I got married.

Oh.

Congratulations.

She's here.

She's here? What do you mean,
she's here? Where?

Josephine, come here.

Hello.
Bonjour.

Claudette, this is Josephine.

Come in, please.
So nice to meet you.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Yes, that would be wonderful.

Orange juice?
Perfect.

I'll get it.
Claudette, sit down.

Can I get you a malta?

Uh, yes, thank you.
In the icebox.

My husband speaks of you often.

Yes. We've been
friends a long time.

I don't know how you've
done it all these years.

Done what?

Oh, taken in
these children when

you couldn't have
children of your own.

It must be so difficult.

I've made my peace with it.

"Put the body
in the base and..."

And turn it... All right.

Okay.

Ow!

Aw, it's like free
shock therapy.

You might lose your short-term
memory, but it's a sweet escape.

Work's done.
Wrap it up, ladies.

I couldn't make my lamp work.

You'll try again tomorrow.
But you said...

I say a lot of shit,
then I wanna go home.

So, clean up,
return your tools.

Uh-uh.

You get out of the cage when
all the tools are back in.

Yeah, keep that up. Gonna throw
some shit at you, cracker.

Hit the floor, ladies.

What the hell is going on?

When the alarm goes off, you have
to lay face-down on the ground.

Why? Because the
white man said so.

She's right.

False alarm, false alarm.

Some rookie thought it was
a light switch. Back to stat.

Copy that.

It was called off.
What?

You can get up. False alarm.
Everything is fine.

That alarm scared me.

Yeah. It's loud.

I'm trying to stop smoking.
My buddy says that this helps.

Menthols were my thing.

Newports.

Still jonesin'.

Can I try some?

Um, I guess if...

You can trust me,
I'm not gonna tell anyone.

Where do you put it? Like,
underneath your tongue or...

Between your lip and
your lower front teeth.

Okay. Just...

Here.

That's disgusting.

That's horrible.

Thanks. Sorry.
I didn't like that.

It's gross, I know. I shouldn't
really do it either.

You got a little
between your two teeth.

Oh.

No, the other two, but also those.
It's in all your teeth.

Wait, hold on.
What are you doing?

Would you use it as
a toothpick and...

Would you? Just...

Yeah.

Come on, this is ridiculous.
The screwdriver is missing?

Someone's gotta have it.
I don't know.

Where's the list of names?

What do you mean?

I told you for every
chit that comes in,

there has to be
a name written down.

You did not tell me that.

You told me to take
the chit, give the tool,

get the tool back,
give back the chit.

I fucking did that.

Who the hell has it?

I don't know...
God!

Fuck!

A screwdriver is considered
a deadly weapon.

That is another five
years on your sentence

if you are caught with
it in your possession.

I don't like being threatened
for something I didn't do.

No. I'm not threatening you, I'm
informing you of the facts.

Sounds like a threat to me. I
already told you, I don't have it.

I put her in charge of
the tools, it's her fault.

Yo, don't be tryin' to pass the
buck on me, it's your fuckin' job.

I'm just a monkey
in a cage, remember?

Oh, no, no, I think
that she means her...

No, I don't need you translating
for me, Honey Boo Boo.

Be quiet!

If you had done
your job correctly,

we would know who is
responsible for this theft.

I want all these
women searched.

I don't know about
these other bitches,

but no man-guard is patting
me down and coppin' a feel.

Of course, as is your right.

Donaldson, take her down to
SHU and let her wait there

until we can find
a female officer to

conduct a thorough,
thorough search.

Don't touch me,
I can walk out myself.

Yo, motherfucker is a drunk!

Yo, smell his breath!
Yo, motherfucker is a drunk!

Anyone else have a problem
with a male officer?

If you cooperate, it tells
me you have nothing to hide.

If you know who took this
weapon and do not speak up,

you will be considered an
accomplice and charged accordingly.

If your memory is jogged, you
all know where my office is.

Yep, they're good.

Everyone return to camp,
report back here tomorrow.

Jesus Christ, that was scary.
Did he touch your tit?

Cupped my ass.
Who do you think took it?

Someone's going down for this.

You think your angry
friend, Janae, took it?

I wouldn't say
that she's my friend.

I say, "Hi," she says,
"Shut the fuck up."

I say, "Hey, how's it going?"

She sucks her teeth,
maybe calls me "bitch"

or "you Taylor Swift-ass
motherfucker."

We're on our way.

That's just fucking racist, you
look nothing like Taylor Swift.

We do not all look alike,
despite what they think.

Is SHU really that bad?

It's just like the Hamptons,
only fucking horrible.

Okay, yeah,
that was a dumb question.

A lady next door to me in there ate a
rat, a live rat, 'cause it bit her.

So, she bit it back,
and back, and back.

Hey.

Hey, brain,
I wanna ask you something.

Okay.

What is this?

A letter to request an appeal.

I need to get out,

'cause my girlfriend's getting
out and I gotta be with her.

Frankly, I can't wait for that
screamer to hit the bricks.

I'm not so good with words, and
you read everything and shit,

so you'll help me out?

Sure, yeah.
I'll take a look at it.

What?

Happy hour.
Who's up for margaritas?

Last time I drank tequila,
I woke up in Weehawken.

Yeah, isn't that
where you're from?

Fucking shithole.

Yeah, well,
Piper loves tequila.

I gotta go.

What? Afraid I'll tell them
the pork chop story?

Yeah, this is
fuckin' weird, okay?

I have a pork chop story, too.
You go first.

They're under the bed.

What?

Your books.
I don't like clutter.

Yeah. No, clutter's
the worst.

You get hit on the head today?

Okay.

Yo! Dump your shit,
they're doing a sweep.

My God.

What did you do?

I don't know. I literally...
I do not know.

It was a mistake. I can't believe...
Fuck! Fuck!

Outside! Both of you.

This is a mandatory
random bunk inspection.

I need to thoroughly search
your cubicle for contraband.

All clear.

What were you thinking?

My sweatshirt was outside.

I don't remember
putting it in my pocket.

Maybe I am losing my memory.
Jesus.

No, I'll just tell them the truth.
I'll just give it back.

You can't do that!
Why?

Because here they
don't believe the truth.

They'll throw you in SHU
and me as an accomplice.

What should I do? Should I just...
Should I dump it in the yard?

Suppose some nut job,
like your peeing admirer,

were to find it and stab your
tall girlfriend in the eye.

It would come
back to you, and you

would be
an accomplice to murder.

If you ever want to go home, get
that screwdriver back on that wall.

All clear!

Place looks like crap.

We're lucky they're letting us
set up at all, after the raid.

Would you get more
over on the left side?

'Cause that'll really
make it more festive?

All we need now is
a pinata full of rats.

You know what, stretch?
Your ass

just got uninvited.
Thanks for the help.

Oh, shit. I just got uninvited to
the most depressing party ever.

What will I do now to
make me not wanna kill myself?

She's kind of right.

This is more depressing
than a Tori Amos cover band.

Look, when in Rome,
use what you got.

Unless what you
got ain't enough

to keep your woman.
Reflect, yo.

Chapman's writing my appeal,
and she's hella smart,

so I'm gonna be
out of here soon.

With Mercy, my girl.

Wigga, please.

Mercy gonna dump your ass the
second she gets out of here.

She likes new, shiny things.

And out of here, you are
as dull as an old pencil,

with saggy tits and a
fucked-up tattoo on its neck.

Oh, Butchy, face it. I win, you lose.
She hates you. She loves me.

Yeah.
And she "loved" me, too.

For two whole years, and then she
dropped my butch ass for you.

And if you don't think
that's the way she do,

then you are dumber than you look,
which is pretty fuckin' dumb,

'cause you look like
your relatives have been

fucking each
other for generations.

Yeah, she'll do
the same to you.

That girl was raised by animals,
she don't know how to love.

Yeah? Well, you're fat.

Oh, you got me.

Hey, Dandelion!
I've been missin' on you.

Hey, don't be ignoring me now.
I do like I do.

Don't be mad at me, Dandelion.
I'm sorry.

Just don't make me angry,
all right?

You don't wanna see
me when I'm angry.

So I drank a lot of water!

Oh, my God.

Oh, Mr. Healy. Do you mind if
I talk to you for a second?

Chapman, I don't wanna hear
about the job thing.

I put you in Electric because
there's toxic mold in the GED room.

The education program
has been suspended.

That's life. Deal with it.

The... I... That's actually,
that's not um, what I...

I actually wanted to thank you.

Okay.

Great. That's great.

You wanted to thank me?

Yes. Yeah.
I mean, I haven't...

I haven't quite
figured it out yet,

but I'm gonna be
able to rewire a lamp.

Soon. And I'm very
excited about that.

I've always felt that I lacked
practical skills in life and...

I don't know.

Are you okay, Chapman?

No, no, no, I'm fine.
I'm just, I'm just tired.

I hear there was
a problem in your shop.

I hope you're staying
clear of trouble.

Of course, of course,
of course. Yeah.

I'm sure they'll
find the culprit.

That's great. I gotta go.
Thank you for everything.

Heard you were helping
Tricia with a letter.

Oh, I just said that I would
look at it with her. I don't...

I don't want any trouble.

Neither do I. I just want
you to help me with mine.

Yeah, me, too.
Yeah, same here.

Well, I'm not a lawyer.
You guys know that, right?

I just said that I would
look over it with her.

But I guess that I can do
that with you guys, too.

So, why don't we set up a time to
talk, or, I guess, times to talk?

Why not now?
No day like today.

Now is really not a good time.

Wow, blanca. Really?

No. I need to look
over everything first,

so why don't you
leave the papers with me.

Okay, well, how about this?

I'm innocent, I was set up.
How about that?

Yeah. Shit, I wasn't even in
Jersey when that shit went down.

And, I mean, I may be a thief, but
I'm not an embezzler, you know.

And that guy shot himself.

We should probably look at...
I don't know anybody.

This is my room.

Not a sorority.

I'm sorry. I know how
you feel about guests.

I asked them to leave. They
are looking for legal help.

If you want to
open a law office,

do it someplace else.
Not in my room!

Ladies,

if you don't mind.

Food stamp fraud?
I mean, really,

I was only feeding
starving children.

Yeah.

Did you take care of
that problem of yours?

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah. It's all good.

Wait, shortie, you want a book
to read, or a step stool?

'Cause I tell you right now, you ain't
steppin' on the Goblet of Fire.

Don't be fuckin'
with Harry Potter.

Now, you could
step up on Ulysses.

Everyone says it's so genius,
but I call it bullshit.

No one wants to go through
all that ramblin'.

Ain't nobody got time for that.

Look at you, you're having a
little Barnes & Nobles moment.

Oh, my bunkie is
hosting Bible study,

which usually I can tune out,

but once they
started arguing over

who gets raptured first,
I had to go.

Yeah.

I am so getting raptured first.

Yeah, I've technically
died on three

separate occasions
and I've met God.

Dude fucking loves me.

I had this roommate,
she was a history major.

She claims that she died
doing a bunch of whip-its

and that an angel
of darkness gave her

all the answers to her Renaissance
final and sent her back.

How'd she do?
I think she got a B.

That's not bad.
Yeah.

What was your major?

Oh, I just lived on campus,
went to parties.

No moolah and no school-ah.

Although sometimes I sat in on classes.
Film classes, free movies.

Is that how you know Chapman?

Kind of.

Look, I've been in
here almost three years.

I thought I saw all the
permutations of runcher theater,

but you two are in
a whole new play.

What the fuck
went on with you outside?

I don't know. Things.

And stuff.

Fine. I'll let my imagination
keep running wild.

Wait, three years? How much
time do you have left?

Two more.

Jesus fuck.

What for?

Drugs, basically.
What do you have?

Counting good time,
subtract the three,

add the one...
A fuckload.

Of shitty time.

With shitty, smelly, farting,

crazy, stupid fucking bitches.

Most of whom fucking hate me.

Yo, should we plan an escape?

Where do you wanna go?

I don't even know anymore.
I used to.

I had grand plans.

Now I can't even get past the
swirling darkness in my brain

long enough to
land on anything.

Oh, man. I was just starting
to like you, Vause.

You gonna go soft on me?

Oh, fuck. Come here.

It'll be okay, sister.

There's always hope
tomorrow'll be taco night.

Tomorrow's beef and noodles.

Or beef and noodles.

What are you reading?

Oh, I'm going
over Tricia's appeal.

It's a... It's a mess.

I want to say no,
but she really needs help.

Is the light bothering you?

The light is fine.

Okay.

Have you ever written anything like this?
An appeal?

I'm really not
sure where to start.

Miss Claudette?
Are you asleep?

Maybe you should stay out
of other people's affairs.

Maybe. But maybe a heartfelt
and actually legible letter

would help her case, you know?

There's always a chance, right?

Hope is a dangerous thing.

You come in here and you tell
me you've come up empty?

No, that's unacceptable.
It's totally unacceptable.

You find it.

Sir, shouldn't this
be on Luschek?

It's Luschek's
fault it's missing,

it's your fault
it hasn't been found.

You go easy on these girls
and what happens?

They take advantage.

These women are fucking criminals.
Have you forgotten that?

And don't get me
started on Luschek.

You know how many times
I tried to fire his ass?

Fucking unions were not created

to protect
the drunk and retarded,

yet lookie here.

It's a lot harder to laugh
with a punctured lung.

It goes right between the ribs.

Ticklish, sir.

It can be used to kill a CO.

It's happened before
and it wouldn't surprise me

if it happened again.

Find the fucking screwdriver!

The screwdriver
is still in there.

What?

I tried returning
it to the shop,

but they were
patting people down.

You lied to me?

I was gonna
return it this morning.

I didn't realize that there
was gonna be a sneak attack.

Where is it?

It's under the mattress.

It's clean!

This is a mandatory
bunk inspection.

I need to thoroughly search
your cubicle for contraband.

If you have any
information, please come forward.

You're as sick as your secrets, ladies.
Sick as your secrets.

It's gone. I have
no idea where it went.

I'm losing my mind. Jesus!

Am I really going crazy?

Shit. Well,

either way, problem solved.

My problem is solved,
yours has just begun.

What?

You lied to me. That's strike two.
If there's a strike three...

Can you please just cut me
a little bit of slack?

Slack?

Slack!

I have been here for
less than two weeks.

I have been
starved out, felt up,

teased, stalked, threatened,

and called Taylor Swift.

And now, you.

I am doing my best
to learn the ropes.

I really, really am.

The screwdriver
is no longer here.

It cannot
get you in trouble.

I take full responsibility,

and I may be suffering from
short-term memory loss

and I don't know why,

so can you please
just cut me some slack?

Okay?

Okay?

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Everyone must take a shower.

You go in, get undressed,
and bathe now.

What's going on?

Speak up for yourself!

Leave us be.

What happened to you?

You can tell me.

"The world ain't
all sunshine and rainbows

"It's a very mean place

"So you wind up in prison and
everybody's up in your face

"I don't care
how tough you are,

"The world will
beat you to your knees

"You lay down with dogs,
you wake up with fleas

"Nobody's gonna hit
you harder than life

"Not a guard, not a gangster,
not even your wife

"Mercy, you gettin' out, so there's
no need to sit around and pout

"We gonna open up a booth,
so you can

"Sit and mourn
for your lost youth"

I hope you enjoyed
my original piece.

It was a Taystee delight.
Thank you,

and I bid you all a good night.

Yo, please, that ain't yours!

You stole half that
shit from Rocky VI.

Maybe, but I made it rhyme.

True.

Don't know how you
are with the word stuff,

but "uninvited"
means "not invited."

Yeah, I'm just
using the microwave.

Yeah, right.

I don't want to be
at this lame-ass thing anyway.

And yet you decided
to cook your noodles

right in the middle of it all.

Baby, high school
is high school.

Thanks.

And don't be talking
to me, white girl.

You okay?

No. I'm gonna miss you.

And I may be in here
for a little while.

Promise you'll wait for me?

Baby, course I promise.

Don't let Boo
get into your head.

I'm your girl.

Plenty of other pussy in here.

Let it go.

Come on, white girl.

You scared me.

Yeah, I get that a lot.
What? No party for you?

No.

You all right, kitten?

I think I might've gotten Miss
Claudette really mad at me.

Look, you know how some people
have imaginary friends?

I think you might
have imaginary enemies.

What did she say to you?

Miss Claudette?

No, Alex.

Wouldn't you like to know?

Yes, I would.

She said you were a squirter.

I don't... That's...

Once. It happened once. And
it took us both by surprise.

Wow.

I was kidding. But good to know.
Oh!

Whatever they are,
she's keeping your secrets.

But I'll get 'em out of you.
More than once.

Do you think that she'll try
and hurt me in my sleep?

Who, Alex?

No. Miss Claudette.

Miss Claudette was into some
kind of slave-trade shit.

All that murder talk is rumor,
and if you ask me, bullshit.

So unless you're worried she's
gonna harbor you illegally,

I wouldn't sweat it.

Guard Samson, report
to check-in for roll call.

Guard Samson, report to
check-in for roll call.

You didn't come to mail call.

I never get any mail.

You did today.

Hello, Mr. Jones.
I'm from Clean Makers.

The regular girl couldn't
make it, so I'm here.

What are you doing?

Oh, you. I got cake
from Red, so fuck off.

I said, what are you doing?

Mind your own business.

I see those drugs in your hand.

The more you struggle,
the more it will hurt.

Get the fuck off me,
you old bitch!

You can't take away that
girl's shot at getting out.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Yes, you do!

You will not steal Mercy's
date over a school girl crush!

You can't play with
someone's life like that.

But I love her.

Love

is not an excuse!

I'd like a pair of pliers
and a wire-cutter, please.

Oh, so is that the screwdriver?

Lucky for you gals, I found
this thing under the sink.

Now let's all get back
to normal, all right?

Make the lamps work.
Leave me alone.

Have a nice day.

Mercy's leaving.

Come in.

Do you have a second?

No. But you're here now.

I've changed my mind.

I'd like to reopen my case.

Abusive and obscene language
is strictly prohibited under Code 404.

Be good, okay?

Sorry I've been such a dick.

You know, I'm gonna
miss you, little girl.

Black.

Hey, that's enough, ladies.
Break it up.

Come on. Hey, hey!

No tongue-fucking in the
visitation room, you know that.

Love you.

I promise I'm
gonna wait for you.

Bye, guys.

Be good, okay?

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