All language subtitles for Orange Is The New Black - 3x07 - Tongue-Tied.WebRip.x264-Abjex.en

Subtitle sync and corrections
by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.

You need a lot of this.

The wrong place for that, my friend.

Do you see my towel?

- I'm starving.
- Yeah, me, too.

Hey, Norma.

Morning, Norma.

Hey, Norma, can I get
my morning blessing?

You know, the little
arm squeeze thing you do?

Yup, hits the spot.

Hey.

Yo, Norma, I know you got the magic.

Banfield says she brushed
against you in the cafeteria,

and when you touched her
wart, it fell off the next day!

So, I got this letter I'm
sending to my guy, Rodney,

and I'm a need you to hocus pocus it.

You know, I hear he got
this new girlfriend, Leslie.

Oh, and I don't need you to
hex her or nothing like that,

'cause, you know, that would be crazy.

Or would it?

I don't know. You know, It would be
great, actually, if you could hex Leslie.

That's it?

Oh, I felt that. Seriously!

Goosies on my arms! Look at my arm hair!

Oh, that is some spooky
shit! Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much! Spooky shit.

Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

Two types of sexual harassment

are generally recognized.

Quid Pro Quo and
Hostile Work Environment.

Quid Pro Quo means,
"Something for something."

For instance, a manager
promises to give you a promotion

in exchange for some sexual favor.

Hostile Work Environment.

- This type...
- Question?

- Hostile environment?
- Yes.

It's a prison.

Uh, we are referring to a
co-worker's unwanted flirting,

sexually suggestive looks,

language, shoulder
massages, back scratching.

Uh, any behavior that a reasonable
person would deem inappropriate.

Using, um, offensive or degrading names,

such as "honey, sweetie, baby..."

Daddy-mack.

- Cuddly-wuddly.
- Sugar tits.

Come on! How old are you?

- Sorry, sir.
- No, really, how old are you?

- Uh, 21, sir.
- Wow.

Yeah, my birthday was
actually last Tuesday.

- I had my first Amaretto sour.
- Good for you.

Now, lose the junior
high school shenanigans

and act like a fucking person.

Yes, sir.

And the rest of you, set
an example for the new COs

and show some respect
to George over here.

- Sexual harassment...
- That's actually Tim from HR.

But the majority of sexual harassment...

- Who's George?
- George is PR.

- Is PR the same as marketing?
- No, no, Debra's marketing.

Welcome to the corporate
maze. Sorry for the rigmarole.

It'd be nice if it also
covered inmate relations,

being this is a female prison.

Completely agree.

But, uh, hey, anything to get folks
thinking about appropriate behavior.

We've had some incidents in the past.

Oh, you wouldn't believe some
of the cases we've had. Just...

Employees sexting and porn
on their work computers,

masturbating in the
office. Just disgusting.

- Disgusting.
- Yeah, disgusting.

Don't you think the
people buying these panties

will feel weird if they knew
a bunch of felons made them?

Mmm-mmm. They'd probably
think that shit was hot.

Yeah, they should put that shit
on the tag, "Made in Federal."

Dudes would be into polyester grannies

if they knew they came from a
bunch of bisnotches behind bars.

You know, when I was in Chicago, this
guy asked me for my dirty underwear.

- To wear?
- To sniff.

Oh. Yeah, that's a
thing. Panty sniffers.

In Tokyo, they have vending machines.

You can buy dirty schoolgirl panties
for, like, I don't know, 10,000 yen.

- What that is in real money?
- It's like 80 bucks.

Huh!

One of my old boyfriends
was obsessed with noses.

Always trying to suck on mine.

It left a very confusing hickey.

I can't believe that's a thing.

Man, everything is a thing!

Like them people who like
to fuck in animal costumes.

Furries.

Or those guys who are
really into My Little Pony.

- Bronies.
- Look at you, Google.

What are you, some
kind of fetish fangirl?

See, that's the thing with the Internet.

Nobody's a freak no more.

See, it used to be all these weirdoes
sitting alone in their houses,

jerking it to bugs or falling
in love with their toasters,

feeling all creepy and sad.

Now, all they got to do is log on

and find the same-minded
toaster-loving peeps

and, like, bam, suddenly
shit be perfectly normal!

Shawty, you could be into cannibalism
or like being tickled. It don't matter.

Somebody out there
gonna like what you like.

Damn! I sewed the leg shut again.

Shit!

How do you even do that?

Man, whatever.

This 'bout to be a headband. Yeah.

Check it, check it.

Inmate! That's official
Whispers merchandise.

If you make any more mistakes,

we're gonna take the full
retail price out of your pay.

Ooh, what is that? Like 100 hours
of work for 25 cents of fabric?

Zip it, Hayes, or that's a shot.

This is not coffee hour,

and there are plenty of bodies in here
who'd be happy to fill those seats!

What am I supposed to do with you?

You're the boss. You tell me.

I don't know how you talked
your way back in here.

You're like a Somali pirate
trying to get their ladder hooked.

But I got the whole fucking
Coast Guard watching you.

You see these girls? They're mine!

Don't you try nothing.

The evil eye goes both ways.

I'm only happy to be back.

You gonna be happy sweeping
the floor, washing dishes?

Because there's no way I'm
gonna let you handle a knife.

Probably wise.

- Go help Norma.
- That peeler is pretty sharp, too.

And no funny business, got
it? I am watching my back, Red.

Yes, boss.

All right, everybody, come on,

I gotta get this shit
prepped before 10:00!

10:00? First lunch
block isn't till 11:00.

Well, Benny's coming.

I'm not gonna make my kid
drive up here for two hours

to sit with him for five minutes.

He should come a different time.

Hitchhikers can't be choosers.

Sophia's wife can't drive
him later, and she's my ride.

You know if you boil them first, you
could slide the skin off with your hands.

I taught you that.

Amateurs.

Twelve years we've been
in this kitchen together.

We're a good team, hmm?

Thank you, Norma.

Well, I want everything to be better.

I want everything to be happier.

And I keep doing the same
thing over and over again,

which, to me, is the
definition of insanity.

Right?

Welcome, sister. Have a seat.

Join us.

As I was saying,

you're all here because you're
interested in transformation.

And you're asking
yourself, "Do I feel happy?"

Right on.

"Do I feel good enough?

Do I feel out of control?"

Lonely?

Afraid? Why do I hate myself?

Choice words.

Well, this self that you speak of...

it's not a fixed object.

- It's a story that we're telling, right?
- Right on.

And if you wanna change the
self, you gotta change the story.

Because the desire to transform,

the thing that brought you here today,
means you've already begun to change.

- Right?
- Yeah.

I'm not here to save you, children.
I'm just a bearded guy in white pants.

They call me Guru Mack
because I'm a teacher.

And I can teach you how
to change your story.

Sister Sad Eyes, what
brings you to us today?

Don't be shy, you're among friends.
Everybody here is a searcher.

What is the story that you are telling?

Mmm...

My...

Okay, okay, okay, I got it.

I feel your spirit.

You don't ever have to speak with me.

I hear you.

Stay with us.

I'm glad you're here.

I can't let you perform this in class.

Oh, it's not a solo piece.
I'm gonna cast the other parts.

Of course, I play Edwina.

I know she has freckles and
a more... ample bosom than I,

but I think we can use our imaginations.

How do I put this constructively?

Um, this piece of writing is...
obscene. It's pornographic.

No, it's erotically inclined.

"His purple love muscle?

Her three holes opened, ready
to be explored by his..."

"Swollen pangolin."

I don't even know what a pangolin is.

It's a mammal with scales.
And in this context, it's...

Okay, yeah, I got it. This
was not the assignment.

You asked us to use our imagination.

I asked you to re-imagine
a primary life experience,

not write a kinky sex
fantasy set in space.

It's not just sex, it's love.

It's two people connecting...

with four other people, and aliens.

- Suzanne, no.
- But it's just...

It's inappropriate
and I can't support it.

That's final.

Whoa, whoa, what's going on?

Stupid! I'm stupid.

She said it's dirty and
it's wrong, and she hated it!

Hated what?

Your story? And you've
been working so hard, too.

Yeah.

Come on, now. 'Cause one
person doesn't like it?

You know, Stephen King got
rejected a bazillion times

before anybody looked at his shit!

Fucking J.K. Rowling!

Some punk-ass publisher
read Harry fucking Potter

and was like... "Nope."

Now, I haven't read this yet,

but knowing that wacky brain of yours,
I'm sure it's got to be mad interesting.

She said it was vulgar.

Okay, you really did, um... go there.

Look, Berdie is just trying to
protect her stupid-ass class.

Chang got to do her scene,

and it's all heads chopping
off and organs coming out.

That's because this is America.

Violence is all good and
fine, but sex? Lord, no!

Okay?

Don't let her stop you,
Suzanne. You got to keep writing.

- So, there's these different categories.
- Mmm-hmm.

Who you're gonna marry,
what car you're gonna drive,

and how many kids you're gonna have.

Are you telling me you've
never played MASH before?

Not since I was 12.

I remember that. MASH.
Tells your future, right?

Mansion, Apartment...

- Shack, House. Yes!
- Yeah.

You draw your spiral...

- Mmm-hmm.
- ...and then you count your lines,

and you get your magic number.

And there it is, your whole life!

Ah. Yeah.

I always ended up living in the shack.

Chapman probably lived in a mansion.

- In the game or in real life?
- In real life.

Oh, no. It was hardly a mansion.

How many bathrooms?

Um, four? Or five. There was
a half-bath off the playroom.

The playroom?

It was a good-sized house.

Mansion.

- Did you have a maid?
- No!

Housekeeper.

I was very lonely as a child.

Do you hear yourself
sometimes? Like, when you speak?

Mmm!

Fuck, yeah! Hey, y'all, tell me
these kosher meals ain't delicious!

- This broccoli still got crunch.
- Yo, y'all gotta keep your voices down.

Y'all get the noodles?
Yo, mine had noodles!

Mmm-mmm-mmm!

- Would y'all shut the hell up?
- Yo, why you shushing me?

You keep running your mouth,
everyone's gonna start asking!

So?

Then they're gonna find out
none of us are actually Jewish,

and none of us gonna get 'em!

- How do they know I ain't Jewish?
- Shh.

Man, how come Jews only get
to eat this deliciousness?

Shh!

Now stop shushing me!

That's a eye shush. And a eye shush
just as bad as a regular shush!

One, two, three, four, five. Yes!

So, you're gonna marry Gustav.

And you're gonna be living
in an apartment in Maui.

With 13 kids!

And you're gonna be driving...
you know, a Toyota Corolla.

Great.

Gustav. Is that the Romanian?

- Yes, he's... He's very nice.
- Mmm-hmm.

He's not the world's greatest speller,
but English is not his first language.

Thirteen kids in an apartment,
that is gonna be tight.

Well, you're gonna be living in Maui,
spending most of your time outside.

I thought I was gonna marry
Ralph, but he's so into firearms.

I guess that could be dangerous
with all the little ones around.

- Right?
- Mmm.

Ralph's the fatty?

No, no. The fatty is
into Japanese cartoons.

He has these dreamy eyes.

You find the good in everyone.

- It's a lovely quality.
- Lovely?

She's scamming creeps
for commissary money.

I mean, that is what
you're doing, isn't it?

They are lonely. They just
need somebody to listen to them.

And it's not like I got
something better to do.

I think that women's prison

feeds into the whole '70s
exploitation fantasy for men.

It's like we're all in Chained
Heat or Cellblock Sisters

and all we do is have
lesbian sex and strip searches

and naked cat fights in the shower.

We also do other things.

Who cares if it's a fantasy?

They get what they want,
I get to make a buck.

Everybody wins!

What are those?

They were gonna be a gift
for you, but I have an idea.

Bear with me because it's,
uh... it sounds kind of crazy.

Shoot.

You may think that I
stole these from Whispers,

but... technically... I didn't,

because I made them from material
they were just gonna throw away.

So, I re-purposed trash and there's...
there's no official crime happening here.

You are such a good girl.

These are the second pair
I've made with no one noticing.

If I could get some people helping me,
I could have a pretty healthy supply.

And rumor has it,

there are guys out there that
like sniffing dirty underwear.

And I think that they
would be extra interested

if they came from lady felons.

We are sitting on... a gold mine!

We have captive women
and we have underwear!

All we need to do is recruit a bunch
of girls with super stinky tutus

and then figure out a
way to get the used goods

out there to the... freaks who want 'em.

No! It sounds nuts, doesn't it?

- It made sense in my head.
- Are you kidding?

What?

This is fucking brilliant.

This is your duty belt.
It contains a walkie...

- He said "duty."
- ...cuffs, expandable baton,

sterile gloves, and pepper spray.

Nice!

These are not toys.
They are a last resort.

If an inmate is not responding
to a reasonable command

and needs to be subdued,

I will demonstrate the
proper subjugation technique.

CO Rikerson, if you please.

The goal is to use your opponent's
own weight and inertia against her.

Now, let us imagine this
is a diminutive lady inmate

and not Dont'a Hightower over here.

You don't want to hurt me, buddy, huh?

I will use a combination
joint-locking technique

to take my opponent to the ground.

The inmate is angry.

Maybe she goes to grab
me, or push me. Please.

Trap her hand against my
chest with my right hand.

Turn the wrist...

...apply an arm bar with my
left hand just above the elbow.

And as I pivot,

- easily taking my attacker to the ground.
- Ow, ow, ow.

God, that hurt. That really hurt!

- Sorry.
- Shit, man!

I need my inhaler. Where's my inhaler?

Okay, as you can see,

I have, uh, effectively
neutralized the prisoner.

Great, great. Well done,
Jackie Chan. Thank you for that.

You guys should read through those manuals
and keep practicing this karate business.

It seems very effective.

We're not done.

Can I speak with you for a minute?

Okay. Practice with your partners.

CO Donaldson, take over.

All right, COs, line
up with your inmates.

- Let's get started.
- Okay.

Half speed, no takedowns.

But when you feel comfortable,
take it to the ground.

All right... "Sicko-witch."
Give me your best shot.

- It's Sikowitz. Like "psycho."
- Well, we'll see about that.

- I'm not afraid of you, Donuts.
- Stop calling me that.

I know you bribed your way
in here. What'd it take?

Half a dozen jellies and a cruller, huh?

Hey, Joe, we're not
paying these guys do PE.

They need 40 hours of training.

We need to be able to assess
their physical efficiency,

teach them how to convey an order.

That sounds like...
on-the-job stuff to me.

I can't send a bunch of
untrained COs out there.

You're not.

You're partnering them
with experienced guards

and calling it an apprenticeship.

There is an art to this.

Proper levels of assertion,

how to communicate
verbally and non-verbally.

That's why we have the manual.

They are not gonna read that.

Yes, really.

See what I did there?
Communicated with you non-verbally.

No training here. Let's get 'em working.

Motherfucker!

Ay, tonta, your mother never taught
you how to reheat dinner rolls?

My mother taught me to pluck my eyebrows
and to duct-tape my tits together.

Mira, I told you that you needed to

clean these steamers between every meal.

- That's some nasty shit.
- You know what's nasty?

The cabbage that's been
in there for two days.

You are a pain in my
ass, the both of you.

- If you fill them with warm, soapy...
- No, no, no chiming in.

What, you think I don't
know how to run my kitchen?

All right, Maria, you're in
charge while I take my visitation.

You gonna leave me
here with these clowns?

Try not to fuck it all up, huh?

Aw.

It's good to see you back in here, Gina.

Hey, Red, we've come
to see Norma, actually.

A bunch of us were wondering if
you would meet with us in a group.

My Wiccan circle is getting weird.

Protchnick keeps rubbing the
energy ball on her cooter,

and who wants to touch it
after that? You know, so...

I think we would all benefit
from some energetic time with you.

What are you babbling about?

Norma's a healer. She has powers.

You believe this?

She's performing miracles, Red.
Everyone's talking about it.

We booked some time in the chapel,
and we were hoping to meet tomorrow.

Chapel? What is she, your priest?

The poor woman doesn't speak, so she
can't tell you to fuck off, but I can.

She doesn't want to listen to
all your snively little problems.

Do you, Norma?

Be careful. She can hex you!

You think she's some
kind of magical mute?

There's no way she's
comfortable with this.

Are you, Norma? Go, get out of here.

Gina, you know better.

- Stop listening to this basket case. Shoo!
- We're gonna talk.

Are they hounding you all the time?

These women are desperate
for anything to believe in.

Looking to you to guide them when
you can't even guide yourself.

Norma, put the drink in
first and then the sandwich.

You're squishing all of them!

There you go. Better.

Guru Mack is our teacher.

Our teacher is our father.

Our father is our God.

Our God is our light,

the sky, the sun, the heart.

My children, today we open our hearts

to this woman, Norma Moon...

as I join her in marriage, with
body, with speech and with mind.

Norma Moon, on this blessed day,

I take you as my wife,
my partner, and my light.

I join my heart to your heart,
and my soul to your soul,

and my flesh to your flesh.

And I vow to honor you in this life

and on many astral planes to come.

I am yours.

Kirsa Rain, on this blessed
day, I take you as my wife,

my partner and my light.

And I join my heart to your
heart, my soul to your soul...

and my flesh to your flesh.

Silver Tree, on this blessed day,

- I take you as my wife...
- This is getting weird.

I never should have signed
over the pink slip to my Volvo.

And I join my heart to your
heart, my soul to your soul,

and my flesh to your flesh.

Keep an eye out for contact.

Obviously, if they're playing basketball,
gonna be some hands and shoulders.

But any intimacy, call it off.

- Like, "No touching"?
- Right.

And don't ever let them
suck you into an argument.

Don't get emotional.

One of my training sergeants told
me, "If it feels good, don't say it."

De-escalate the situation.

- De-escalate. Got it.
- Right.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

All right. Keep an eye on
this Uno game over here,

make sure they're not gambling.

So, they'll have six,
uh, extra pair. Whoa.

Hey, Lolly!

I know you?

Yeah. Chicago?

Um...

Sorry.

Wow.

That is weird.

You know, she didn't have glasses before,
so, maybe she was blind in Chicago?

Oh, that thing happened in the yard.
I wonder if she's still mad at me.

Wait, she was with us in
Chicago? What is she doing here?

Well, anyway. Okay, how
many girls do we need?

Only a few to start. We don't
know if we have any customers.

And how many days do you think
it's gonna take to get 'em, uh...

pungent?

- Three.
- Okay.

Ah, that seems like a lot. If
it's you? I don't know, two?

- What, why?
- You have a strong brew.

Oh.

That's not a bad thing.

Some people just have
more... presence than others.

Are you gonna be wearing them?

- Me? No!
- Okay.

Can't deal with the thought of
dudes inhaling my dried excretions.

No, I will stick to being the brains...

- not the bajingo.
- All right.

Okay, we need a mule to
carry them out of here.

Yes, panty mule.

Someone gullible,

and insecure enough to be
flattered that you picked them.

For the record, I was not
gullible, I was trusting.

And perhaps a little... inhibited.

You had a flimsy sense of self.

You dressed head to
toe in Urban Outfitters.

There's gotta be a joker in this bunch

who needs a few extra
bucks and some warm fuzzies.

Hmm.

- That's the one.
- Where?

- Bet he doesn't even shave yet.
- That guy?

He's like a Gerber baby.

What makes you think
that we can trust him?

Believe me, that kid is a bug.

He'll piss off the other COs soon enough.
And then he'll be looking for friends.

So, you tell me how this is gonna work.

"Hi, Gerber, how do you feel
about marching past security

with a bunch of dirty panties
shoved down your pants?"

See, this is why I will handle this
part. Because you have no nuance.

Oh, yeah. Got you now.
Bam! Uno, motherfucker!

You cheating bitch! Those ain't the
rules! You draw two and lose a turn.

What you saying, I don't know Uno?

I'm saying you sitting on cards
and you're a dumb, cheating bitch!

- Fuck you, bitch!
- Hey, freeze!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ahh!

Whoa!

Oh, my God. He's fucking insane!

He's perfect.

- This is unreadable!
- What is it?

Suzanne's erotica. It's
worse than Fifty Shades!

Not possible. How many times
she use the word, "Jeez"?

It's fucking gross.

She's got a sentence that
goes on a whole paragraph

about some lady's clit that
turns into a caterpillar!

Mmm.

Finished. Two new chapters!

I eagerly await your
thoughts, Madam Editor.

Peruse at your leisure.

I ain't perusing shit.

Well, shit, let me see it.

Well, you can't blame her for
wanting to escape, all right?

It's lonely as fuck in here.

"The Admiral thrust his pork
sword into her squish mitten"?

Oh, shit!

Mmm!

What the fuck was that?

You assess the situation and you respond
with the appropriate level of force!

And you never, ever,
ever discharge your weapon

unless it's absolutely necessary!

And if you do, and that weapon
happens to be pepper spray,

you better damn well
make sure you're upwind!

You are a trigger-happy knucklehead
who just got out of diapers.

But you, how could you let this happen?

Sir, with all due
respect, I'm not a nanny.

No! You are an officer with
20 plus years' experience,

and your job was to impart some
wisdom on fucking Baby Huey over here!

Well, this is what happens when you
put untrained officers in gen pop.

You don't think I know
that? I fucking know that!

- Bayley, I should be firing your ass.
- I know.

But it's your first day, so I'm gonna
chalk this up to mental retardation.

If you so much as look at an inmate wrong
in the next week, you're out of here!

Take the stupid fucking
nametag off. Now go!

Get your asses down to
medical, and get an eyewash.

And read the stupid fucking manuals!

I hate fractions.

- I ain't never gonna use it.
- Oh, yeah?

What about when the recipe
calls for you to double it,

and you gotta add a cup and a quarter?

You're gonna have to know how to
add those two quarters together.

When I'm a prison cook?

All right, let's do number five.

"In Debra's class, three-eighths
of the students have brown hair.

Of the students with brown
hair, half have brown eyes.

What fraction of the
students in Debra's class

have both brown hair and brown eyes?"

Fuck Debra. Right in her brown eye.

Baby, come on, you gotta graduate.

This is fifth-grader math!

I mean, I don't
understand it either, okay?

But... we can figure this out.
All you gotta do is get a C.

Psst!

- Yo, Mike, you want a bag?
- Nah, man, she's not that ugly.

What does that mean, a bag?

- You selling weed again?
- No, it's part of a joke.

- What joke?
- You wouldn't get it.

So, you guys really getting along, huh?

Oh, yeah, they've been
giggling for the last two hours.

He's fucking hilarious.

Hey! Language.

Benny said "fuck" in the
car, like, four times.

- You didn't say anything.
- Benny doesn't live in our house.

- This is censorship.
- Michael.

Fuck that, I'm not a fucking baby.

Knock it off! Does he talk
like this around the pastor?

No, this just started.

Well, cut it out. I'm serious.

Fuckity fuck, fuck, fuck.

Mendoza, they need you
back in the kitchen.

I'm with my son.

It's an emergency.
Ramos cut her finger off.

What? Well, tell them to handle it.

Are you in charge of
the kitchen? Let's go.

Your kid can wait in the lobby.

Sorry, baby.

Whatever.

- Neri wants a baby.
- Mmm.

One day she's ranting about

how irresponsible it is to put
more people on the planet, and now,

suddenly, she's clocking her
ovulation and welding a nursery mobile

that frankly, between you and me,
looks very sharp and dangerous.

Well, maybe you guys should go for
it. I think you'd be great parents!

You would be... memorable parents.

I gotta get my shit together, Pipes.

We're still living with Carol and Bill
and the layers of taupe are getting to me.

And suddenly, everyone and their
mother's got a job. Even Bloomer.

Now that Polly's
whipping him into shape...

No, no, no. No. Stop! No Larry.

- He has a job? As what?
- Mmm.

He's a regional editor for Zagat.
He's got an office and everything.

Really?

Look, all I'm saying is times are
a-changing, and I need to work.

I have work for you!

Really?

Could you build me a website?

It could be something very simple,
like a WordPress template or something.

Why do you need a website? No one
even follows your blog anymore.

I'm starting a used panty business.

There are people

who like to sniff dirty underwear.

Oh, I know.

There's a lot of sites. You've
got yourself some competition.

Really? Well, then,
how much do they go for?

Like, 25 bucks a pop.

But the longer the wear,
the more you can tack on.

And there's like a lot
of special categories,

like "worn to the gym," or
"masturbated in," "peed in."

What about "been to prison"?

Oh, yeah, you could definitely
charge more for that.

Pregnant ladies are a big thing, too.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I think it's because... maybe
they... they smell different.

You know, Neri smells different and
she's just talking about getting pregnant.

Wait, are you really gonna start a whole
criminal enterprise from behind bars?

No, it's not drugs. It's underwear.

I like your spirit.

I am concerned that
you know all of this.

I'm a generalist.

- Hey. Psst. Chapman.
- Yeah?

Um...

You think that growing up with
all that money was good for you?

In what way?

Like, did being a rich
person make you better?

I bet you had, like, ballet,
music lessons and shit like that.

Ballet, yeah, yeah. And I did
play the flute for two years.

Although "play" is a very strong word.

There's this flute face
that I could never...

I never quite got right.

Okay, so... it's a better
life when you have money?

A lot of people expect it to
fill some sort of emotional hole,

- and all it really does is buy stuff.
- Yeah, but what's wrong with stuff?

Stuff is good. Especially when stuff
is food or a roof over your head.

You know, there was this study

that said, "Money does buy
happiness, up to $75,000 a year."

But after that, increasing your
income doesn't make you any happier.

75 grand is a lot.

Yeah, no. I guess... I guess it is.

Are you worried about...

Yeah.

Love is the most important thing.

Yeah, but money helps.

Yeah, money does help. But you
know what? We both ended up here.

All right. Thanks.

Hey, Dayanara?

What size panties do you wear?

Ay, damn.

Any Jewy movies in here? Shit.

Ain't all movies Jewy?

Like Fiddler on the Roof
or some shit like that.

- You know, half of them don't even play.
- Shit!

I got to get ahead of this thing.

Come and try and bust me for
not being the real Jew deal,

I got to throw some
knowledge back at 'em.

Well, look, shouldn't you be reading...
What's it called, the Jewish bible?

No, I'm going for the Jewish
experience. You feel me?

Get all cultural on them,
should be mad convincing.

Man, I need some,
like... Seinfeld episodes.

Oh! Ka-ching!

Check it out! Woody fucking Allen.

Now, that's some Jew shit right there.

Look, come on, you really
think they gonna test us?

And if they do, you think
Woody Allen is gonna save you?

Oh, mark my words, they gonna test us.

Y'all gonna be looking real
stupid, but when they come for us...

I'm gonna be ready.

Yo, Suzanne.

- I been reading your story.
- Okay.

So?

Who does Edwina choose? Gilly
or Space Admiral Rodcocker?

- Uh, I haven't decided yet.
- You can't leave me hanging here.

- Yeah, well, technically...
- Okay.

...they're not even
in the same timeline.

Admiral is in the future.
Gilead is in the past.

And Edwina, she can move through
time, but only in one direction.

Yeah, see, don't nobody care about
that. Right? They just wanna get off.

You know?

So, you liked it?

You know, it's weird as fuck, right?

- But it just... It sucked me in.
- Mmm-hmm. Uh-huh.

I just got to kick back with some
bootleg and just escape from this place.

I even lost track of time
reading it. Or I blacked out.

Look, either way, this shit is hot.

Just don't leave a bitch with blue
balls. You know what I'm saying?

Yes.

- All right? You got me.
- Yes.

A'ight. Get to writing. Chop, chop.

Hey, Joe.

I, uh... heard about the
little incident out in the yard.

The kid panicked.

- Watch the plant.
- Right.

He wasn't ready.

And inmates can sue over things
like that. There was a case in Maine.

No, no, no. You were right. It's my bad.

Thank you. That's not how
we do things. It's dangerous.

I hear you. What do you want?

Another two-hour class
to go over procedure?

I want a proper...
40-hour training period.

How about we split the
difference? Six hours?

I'll take what I can get.

Joe, I'm doing my best
to work the system,

but there's gonna be a
lot of changes around here,

and I need you to be open-minded.

We've got a whole new
plan for the kitchen,

work details, processing,
a whole bunch of stuff.

It's actually in the packet
here and... just whenever you...

- I'm not gonna read those.
- Okay.

- What do you do here?
- What do you mean?

- What's your official title?
- I'm the Director of Human Activity.

What does that even mean?

That sounds like God!

Yeah.

No, I guess it does, it's...

I have to be honest, this
whole corporate structure thing,

I find it confusing.

It's actually really simple.

So, here, you mind if I...

So, you got the... board, right?

And then, you got the
CEO, you got the CFO,

you got the various departments,
and then here's me, here's you.

See, we're on the same level.

You don't seem to have to
check with me to do anything.

Because it actually flows this way.

Through me... to you.

So you're... you're my boss?

No, no, no, we're on the same
level. It's just that the flow is...

this way.

You're basically the warden?

No, no, no, 'cause that
position doesn't even exist.

No, but it's what you are.

I mean, if you are my boss,
then... you're a warden.

No, no, no. We don't call
it that. I'm the Director...

The Director of Human Activity.

It's a shame. You were
really helping people, Norma.

We still have that time in the chapel.

What are we supposed
to do? Meet without you?

Yeah, yeah.

No, I'm fine. Maybe later.
My back is acting up.

Aw.

You're sweet, my friend.

Oh. Thank you.

The pain is moving around.

It travels from my back, down my arms,

sometimes in my hips.

Lower. Lower, Norma. There.
There, there, there, there.

Makes my joints tense being there.

Watching her strut
around like it's hers.

Those tacos have no
idea what they're doing.

I'm meant to be in charge, Norma.

Of who, you? No, I'm your friend.

Your bossy friend,
but still, your friend.

There was this time when
Vasily was only six months old,

I had to leave him with my
sister-in-law for a week.

We thought Yuri had the measles.

When I came to get him, he cried,
and reached for her instead of me.

Like she was his mother.

I know it sounds crazy... but
I have that same feeling now.

That kitchen is my baby!

Is this the thing you do? The magic?

Well, stop it. I'm not
comfortable with that.

Come on, Norma, let's get
back to the real thing.

What is that?

Why? What's the point?

We don't have any members.

And even if they wanted to
come, where would we gather?

What, along the side
of the fucking highway?

What next, rest-stop bathrooms?

All those wives, and I'm left
with you. My one true believer.

So much for sacred vows.

No way I'm going down on those
trumped-up bullshit charges.

Those girls were there
of their own accord.

And since when is
tithing against the law?

We got to get off the grid.

Get back to the woods,
commune with Gaia.

Shit!

You fucking piece of shit! Come on!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Oh, fuck!

You bitch! You bitch!
You bitch! You bitch!

Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!

Come on!

Bitch! God damn it!

Shit!

One kick if you want money.

Two kicks if you want to
live on 149th with Grandma.

How about I give you three kicks
if you don't shut the fuck up?

You're taking advice
from a fucking fetus now?

Nice. You trust a stupid
little fetus more than me.

I'm just trying to do the right thing.

This is the right thing.

What happens when you get out of here
and you can't even live in public housing

'cause you got a record?

And you gotta pull change out
of a sofa for a dollar meal?

Why you think I've been
in a bad mood for 24 years?

You've had your good days.

Name one.

My 17th birthday.

You took me to the day
spa, we sat in the hot pool,

we made fun of the lady
with the big ass mole.

And we got our toes done.

I was so happy that day.

Because Cesar gave me a fistful of cash.

You liked me because I
was buying you things.

No. You were nice to me.

Most of the time, you were such a bitch.

Maybe I wouldn't have been
a bitch if we had money.

All I ever wanted was
to spend time with you.

You were stupid to want me.

Kids are dumb, you gotta
make decisions for them.

You're gonna put a kid in a car seat
and they're gonna scream and scream.

You're not gonna take 'em out
and put 'em on your lap, are you?

You used to make Emilio
ride in the trunk.

That's not the point.

Imagine you had some really rich
family who could really provide for you.

You probably would be a famous
artist right now, instead of in here.

You keep that baby,
you're being selfish.

I had to remake 200 dinners from scratch

because the tip of your fucking pinky
was floating around the stew somewhere.

If you're gonna chop your finger off,
you couldn't do it away from my food?

I'm having a hard day.

- Why weren't you watching her?
- I can't do nothing with stupid.

How am I supposed to be a mother to my
son when my prison kids keep fucking it up?

- You could start with your language.
- Excuse me, what?

Maybe try not to curse so much?

Or at least tell your son not to.
At least not around my Michael.

What are you talking about?

My son has never cursed before.

And one ride with your kid,

and suddenly, it's "Fuck
this, and fuck that."

He's 15. So what? He says "fuck."

We don't talk like that in our house.

You think my son is your son's problem?

Tell Benny... to cool it with
the dirty jokes and language.

That is, if he wants to keep his ride.

Fuck me!

Somebody keeps leaving the
handle over the fucking burner!

Shit.

Mendoza? What's this I hear about
Ramos cutting her finger off?

It was just the tip of her pinky.

I would've been here... I
would've cut her head off, too.

Well, why weren't you here?
Your work duty takes priority.

We have entrusted you
with a huge responsibility,

and that means you can't take off
whenever you get a visitor or a headache.

You know what gives me
a headache? This job!

I gotta be there for my son
because he needs a mother!

I didn't ask for this shit. You
know that my ankles are swollen.

I got callouses!

And then, my hair...
smells like canola oil.

I fucking hate this place! I quit!

You can't quit. This is prison.

And there's nobody else to do it.

Jesus.

Yeah, give it to her. I'm done.

She wants this so
bad... let her have it!

Okay, Reznikov.

You're up. Enjoy.

You know... you can cut an extra
one from that piece of fabric.

I don't want them.

Well, you could wear them until they're
really dirty and then give them to me.

Okay, Chapman.

No, no, it's not for
me. They're to, um...

They're to sell to creepy dudes.

Why would I wanna do that?

Because I'm asking you.

This is official Whispers merchandise.

- Piper, right?
- Yeah.

- Oh, you're the murderer!
- No.

It's a long story, but
it's fine. She's fine.

She probably is the person who took
you on a tour when you first got here.

I didn't kill her.

Oh, the little wiry one?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you should have killed her.

But it's nice to see you, man!
We're a long way from Chicago.

You know, I actually wanted to
apologize to you... about Chicago.

I should have stepped in
when that woman jumped you.

What? Come on. What
you gonna do about that?

You're supposed to get your
ass beat over some stranger?

- Come on, it's all right.
- That's kind of what I was thinking, yeah.

Don't worry about it.

Oh, and... how great is this place?

Dude, I fucking love it here.

Um, I am the kosher meal, please.

- Hey, no. I was next.
- Are you?

Smooth like butter.

You, Captain Four Fingers,

get those green beans off the
burner while they're still green!

Norma, where's that corn bread?

You've lost your speed, woman. Let's go.

You're leaving a snail
trail on my floor.

You're gonna put up with that?

Norma, check on the line, make
sure those trays aren't cold.

I saw that evil eye.

I just... want to be a crow.

Why can't I be a crow?

I am a speck in the
universe. A miserable speck.

Why are you still here, Norma?

Why are you following me...
after all these years? Go!

Run away like the rest of them.
They were right, I'm a fraud.

I'm a false prophet,
Norma. I'm not your God.

You have wasted your
life on a worthless man.

Human. Not special.
Not honest. Not good.

And now, I'm old.

And you're old and childless...
and poor and damned.

Argh!

You're never gonna leave, are you?

Because you are a slave.

A meek little servant.

And you'll never be anything else.

And If I didn't tell you where to go and
what to do, you would have no self at all.

Nothing!

Silent nothing!

Worshipping nothing!

Speak, woman.

Fucking speak!

You won't, will you?

And you know why?

Because you have nothing to say!

Son of a...

bitch!

To a meal well done.

You have embraced your
new general with dignity.

Did we have a choice?

Not really, but you did
well anyway. I toast you all.

Ladies, get ready to thank me.

What is this?

The wave of the future.

Pre-packaged...

boil in the bag meals.

Your lives just got a
hell of a lot easier.

Dump these babies in the steamer...

and call it a day.

Tell me this is a joke.

No... it was a memo.

From Jeffrey in Food Services
and Linda in Purchasing.

You didn't think I'd put you in charge
if you actually had any power, did you?

She's not gonna come.

Maybe we should take turns
leading the prayer circle?

Or we could just keep
meeting with her one on one?

But I thought the whole
point of this was to organize.

I told you. What did I tell you?

Non-believers, all of you.
Nobody ever listens to me.

What is she doing?

- Shh!
- Oh, that felt good.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Wow.

Do you feel that energy?

Oh, my gosh, I'm feeling like
I'm glowing. Am I glowing?

Subtitle sync and corrections
by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.