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♪ The animals the animals ♪

♪ Trapped trapped
trapped till the cage is full ♪

♪ The cage is full
the day is new ♪

♪ And everyone is
waiting waiting on you ♪

♪ And you've got time ♪

♪ Think of all the roads ♪

♪ Think of all their crossings ♪

♪ Taking steps is easy ♪

♪ Standing still is hard ♪

♪ Remember all their faces ♪

♪ Remember all their voices ♪

♪ Everything is different ♪

♪ The second time around ♪

♪ And you've got time ♪

♪ And you've got time ♪

Hello?

Hello?

Where's Caputo? I
need to speak with him.

- Take the tray, inmate.
- But...

Take the tray.

My son's birthday's coming up.

Or... or it passed.
What day is it?

♪♪

I slept on it like you said.
Took a nice cold shower.

Did some of those
breathing exercises.

And...?

I still think we
should kill her.

What? No. No. That was, like,

the opposite conclusion you
were supposed to come to.

Well, clearly you're a
sensitive Sally on this one.

I'll do it myself. Now,
where are my gloves?

Okay, listen, Lolly is bat-shit
bonkers. Fine. I'll give you that.

But she wasn't gonna
actually dig up everything.

Well, you think she
was digging for gold?

Who the fuck knows? I
don't know. She's weird.

Maybe... maybe she was
checking on the decomposition.

Ah! Found 'em.

- Look, I can handle Lolly.
- No, you can't.

She's got too many loose
screws, like my cousin Arlene

after they kidnapped
her, put her in a truck,

and gave her a pick-ax lobotomy.

But before she went blond,

that helped with her
self-esteem a little.

She saved my life.

Eh.

We are talking about...
murdering someone.

A human being.

Again.

Oh, my god. All the blood.

Who said anything about blood?

This time is gonna
be nice and clean.

You ever hear of oleander?

Whoa! Fifteen.

- In a row?
- Yep.

Suffering sappho, you're good.

You're quoting "Wonder Woman"?

Now, isn't that a little
bit before your time?

Come on. All the comic-book
nerds know the lingo.

And I used to jerk off
to her when I was 12.

And 27.

You bad boy!

William Moulton Marston,
who created Wonder Woman,

had two wives.

See, why do you know that?

Well, call me a
polyamory expert.

Yeah. I forgot.

The whole
boyfriend-and-husband thing.

But, now, those three were
into bondage. Very kinky stuff.

That is why Wonder Woman
was always chained up,

trapped in cages, hog-tied...
Kind of like how I spent my 30s.

Hey, blanco grande,
you work here.

Yo, I need audifones,
headphones.

And deodorant. The roll-on
kind, not that spray shit.

It's bad for the environment.

These look like
spider bites to you?

Or, you think it's shingles?

They don't really itch,
just hurt, you know,

- Like I got poison in my head.
- You should go to medical.

What about us? We need stuff.

You can buy stuff at commissary.

With what money?
We don't got jobs.

Hey, don't look at me. If
there's no work assignments,

I can't very well hand
out work, now, can I?

There is work, but you only
got it for the O.G. inmates.

Hey, look at it this way. Would
you rather be scrubbing toilets?

Maybe. Yeah.

Better than sitting with
our thumbs up our butts.

Look, there's a lot of ways
to stay busy in prison, okay?

You can read a book, you can
watch educational television.

You have to learn how
to help yourselves in here.

Bad guy, crazy hair...

You know, there's no...
There's nothing forbidden for you.

This scoundrel bothering you?

Well, no, honey. No. He's not.

But thanks.

Careful there. You
got a lot of cream there.

Cause a lot of mucus.

Oh, no. We're not drinking it.

No, we're flipping it.
Trying to pass the time.

That is one strange man.

Yeah, he's basically
Doctor Psycho.

Oh, oh, oh. The one
who hates women.

- Yes!
- Yes!

It wasn't my fault.

Michael Chinchetta
was making fun of Mom.

He called her a lesbian
who howls at the moon.

He also made fun of my haircut.

He said I look like
Dick Van Dyke.

Dick Van Dyke is
an American hero,

and Michael
Chinchetta is a bully.

Dad... what's a lesbian?

Lesbianism is... a disease.

Like what Mom has?

No. It's different.

Another kind of mental illness.

So, what does Mom have?

Mom has a highly
active imagination,

and it makes her see and
hear things that aren't there.

Like angels?

Yes.

And little people in the walls,
and, sometimes, Roy Orbison.

But I think this new treatment
is gonna change things...

Bring her back to us.

- Am I gonna get mom's disease?
- No.

Only women get it.

I hope she makes her
tuna-fish casserole tonight.

Or I could make it for her.

Shh. Enough. Here she comes.

Why does she look like that?

It's temporary. Go
help her get in the car.

Maria, can I talk to you?

I understood most of that.

And I would be happy to speak
with you if you are truly interested.

Any available corrections
officers to the yard.

I wanted to give you a heads-up

about that girl you've
been hanging out with.

I hang out with a lot of girls.

She's new.

Medium height,
cheeks. Cheeky-cheeks.

I've been doing palace of the
mind to try and remember things.

- Her name is a board game.
- Ouija.

Yes. Yes.

Anyway, I thought
you should know

I saw your friend
stealing scraps of panties.

And...?

And she can't do that.

No, you don't have a copyright
on the dirty-underwear business.

Maybe other people have plans.

I'm sorry. Are you...

you don't even have
the infrastructure.

- How hard could it be?
- How hard?

There's a website to
maintain and couriers,

not to mention brand
identity, client lists, payment.

You can't... I'm... I'm not...

Wait. I'm not revealing
trade secrets to you.

- You're my competition now.
- We finished here?

Maria, I urge you to
stop and think about this.

One illegal business
is dangerous.

Two businesses, particularly
one that's not well-run;

it could expose all of us.

I better run it real good, then.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hi.

Can you keep a secret?

I love secrets.

No disciplinary violations.
No petty or serious infractions.

I see a "loafing and shirking"
comment, but that's been crossed out.

No work absences, no
noted fights with other inmates.

Actually, I don't see a
single shot in two years.

Looks like you've
been a model inmate.

That's me.

Well, you're eligible
for early release.

So let's talk about
getting you out of here.

This is a shit secret.

This is a secret that fucks
everyone who touches it.

Yeah, well, tag. You're it.

Are you sleeping? How
are you, psychologically?

I'm a mess.

What do you think? I've never...
I've never taken a life before.

I'm just trying to get through the
day without vomiting every hour.

You're too sensitive.
People like you shouldn't kill.

Thanks for that great advice.

And in my garden. Who do
you think they'll blame, hmm?

I'm your co-conspirator now.

Is he under the tomatoes?

Oh, please, say he's
not under the tomatoes.

- I don't know. Maybe.
- Maybe?!

I was going to pickle
those, add a little sugar.

I can't work with
these sacks of sludge.

The only thing worse
than so-called "meat curry"

is fresh produce
fertilized with rotting flesh.

You know, I didn't tell you

so you could flip out
about your vegetables.

So, why did you leave
this flaming bag of dog shit

on my doorstep, huh?

You're not my daughter.

You never come
to me for anything.

You're right.

You are the last person I want to trust
with this fucking albatross of a secret.

But I need your help.

Frieda wants to kill
Lolly, literally kill her,

and she won't listen to me.

You're the resident Frieda
whisperer, so... whisper.

Work your magic.

Has she tried anything yet?

No, but she's making
this poisonous tea

out of these oleander leaves
she found out by the fence.

Oh, those fucking leaves. She's
been dying to use those. Shit!

Hello? Uh, Litchfield
Public Library?

I'm calling from
Jefferson, um, Chemical.

Our internet is broken.
It is such a buzzkill.

Would you mind looking
up a few urgent things for us?

Great. Thank you so much.

Yes. First question.

Is Beyoncé really
getting divorced,

because we read a real
suspicious-sounding article

in US Weekly, and...

Mr. Healy.

Hello? Are you still...

Uh, how many I, uh, assist
you this fine afternoon?

I want to see Caputo.

Well, his next availability...

Mm-hmm... one second...

is, mm, in two weeks.

You're kidding me, right?

You know, Mr. Healy,
back in the day,

it was real good

when we had plenty
of time to see you.

But now, I... I don't know.

Really, huh?

How about, uh, two
boxes of Good & Plenty?

Five.

Three.

Mr. Healy's here to see you.

Fuck.

Outside, he's in Side Boob.

- In here, he's the head boob.
- If you want something,

you might want to start
out by not insulting me.

I'd like to talk to you
about inmate King.

Good. What's the update?

Well, unfortunately,

she's been hanging out
with some unsavory types.

Hard to avoid in prison.

I think it would be good
for her to stay busy.

I got an idea.

Cooking class.

We can't afford new equipment.

Hey, she's very resourceful.

I'm telling you, I've
seen the videos.

She can take an olive jar
and turn it into a snow globe.

And what about
food? Ingredients?

Well, we got the garden.

We got a bunch of those canned
goods in the expired earthquake kits.

Uh, if one inmate
gets salmonella

from a ten-year-old sardine,
it's my neck on the line.

Hey, look, you gave
Berdie an improv troupe.

I'm talking about a culinary-skills
class taught by a world-class chef.

Everybody in here would
want in. You know that, Joe.

Mm-hmm. So, what you're saying

is you're gonna take a
bunch of restless inmates...

keep them occupied a
couple of times a week.

Correct-a-mundo.

Fine then. Yes. You
have my blessing.

Talk to Piscatella first.

Aye, aye, el Caputano.

Healy.

Yeah?

No knives.

Obviously.

- What are you doing?
- I'm making breakfast.

But it's the
middle of the night.

I couldn't sleep, and I
wanted to keep my hands busy.

Take a seat, kiddo.

Deviled eggs and
a side of tomato.

Are you feeling better now?

I am, especially now
that I'm with my little man.

You're not hungry?

I'm allergic to eggs.

- What are you talking about?
- They make me itchy.

I get a rash.

Sorry.

This new therapy; it makes
my brain a little skippy.

Actually, I was thinking
about stopping the treatments.

They're very traumatic,

the way they put these
metal plates on my head,

and then, afterwards,
it's like I've been erased.

Does Dad know?

I'm only telling you.
Because you understand me.

You always have.

Don't you want Mommy to hear
the angels again, to be happy?

No. I think it's better
when you do the plates.

I don't like it
when you're crazy.

Of course.

You're right.

You hear that?

Oh, it's the sprinkler.

Your father will be angry
if we leave it on all night.

Finish your juice.
I'll go shut it off.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom!

Officer Webster,
pick up extension 414.

All right, ladies. Shift's over.

That's it. Let's go.

♪♪

♪♪

Ugh.

What the fuck, Red?!

I know all about your plan
to poison that crazy girl.

You think I'm that stupid?

I'd carry a cup of death
juice in plain sight?

- That was coffee!
- Sure it was.

And Rasputin had a sea
cucumber instead of a penis.

Trust me.

When I'm ready to make my move,
it's gonna be a lot less conspicuous.

Can't mind your own business
for five goddamn minutes,

- can you, Red?
- Oh, I'll mind my own business

when people stop burying
bodies in my garden.

Now, come. Walk with me.

Poison is beneath
you, Frieda, huh?

It's for witches and
bored housewives,

not bad-ass biker chicks
with octopus tattoos.

- What can I say? I'm getting old.
- Oh, you are. So am I.

What's your point?

I know where all
the bodies are buried,

not just the literal ones.

I can't go back to
max. I'll die down there.

If you poison that
girl, it'll get back to you.

You'll be lucky if
they give you max.

Go! Get out of
here! Get out of here!

Get out of here!
Take cover right now!

Don't you come over here!

- Go!
- Hey, don't shove me!

I am not shoving. I'm saving.

There's a hellfire missile
up there with your name on it.

There's a hellfire missile
that says "Ramona"?

Yeah. Read about
the Patriot Act.

- It's all in there, girl.
- She's a broken cuckoo clock.

So? We already knew that.

She can run her mouth
off to random inmates,

but if she blabs to anyone
in real power, we're all dead.

She's a problem, Red.

I know it, and you know it.

Yes?

You rang?

- Oh, come in. Come in.
- America.

I was just watching
a documentary

on a sushi chef that
works in a subway station.

I don't eat sushi and
I don't take subways,

but... it was interesting to me.

Oh, thank you.

The pride he took in
his work, you know?

Anyways, I have some good news.

My sentence has been commuted.

You're a funny criminal.

But no.

I pulled some strings...

And I've arranged for you
to lead a cooking class.

I see.

Thinking of calling it,
uh, "King of the Kitchen."

Or, um, "Le Cordon King."

Well, I hope this
doesn't sound impolite,

but I'd like to decline
your considerate offer.

Is that so?

No, I mean, by all means, put me to
work. I would love to learn a new trade,

maybe plumbing
or... or electricals.

Mm, well, electrical is,
uh... poorly managed.

Well, you choose.
You're the expert.

You know, I've chosen.

You know, these girls...

A lot of them come from poor,
disadvantaged communities.

And this class could make
a big difference for them.

But I guess you don't
care about that, huh?

Helping others?

Oh, I do. I do.

That's why I set up
a scholarship fund

for young chefs
in rural Tennessee.

It's why I do everything I
can to diversify all my kitchens.

I sit on numerous
boards, volunteer, do PBS.

So forgive me if
I want a respite.

I'm sorry.

This is what MCC has
decided is best for you.

Of course.

Happy to oblige.

Thank you.

I liked the part,
uh, with the puppets

and when the woman
set the bishop on fire.

Yeah. I didn't
really get a lot of it.

I didn't either, but I
think that's kind of, like,

what this cultural thing
is about, you know?

It's like A.A.; Half the
job is just showing up.

Well, it's, um... it's
late. I should go home.

Well, I... I got a car.
Let me give you a ride.

It's okay. I'll get a cab.

You didn't have fun?

I did.

So?

So...

you're my therapist.

Social worker, not therapist.

It feels wrong.

Hey, we're just two people
trying to figure it out, you know?

- I'm gonna go.
- Okay.

♪♪

Mom?

It's me. Sam.

Sam?

Oh.

Long day at the office?

First, I had to photocopy and alphabetize
all of the W-2s for the new guards,

which I then had to fax to some
chick named Heather at MCC

and then some other chick
named Tonya at the BOP.

So now I know all the
guards' middle names.

Then, when I was supposed
to take my lunch break,

Mr. Caputo needed help
downloading the latest version of excel.

Why? Because he's like 100 years old
and doesn't know how to use a computer,

which I don't either, but
it's really not that hard.

Like, common sense, people.

- Mm.
- Oh, and then

I had to fill out an order
form for order forms.

So weird, right?

Oh, and I got to eat this bar
that Caputo eats sometimes

instead of food when he's
really busy, and it wasn't that bad.

It had this weird color,

and he said I'd probably
have trouble pooping.

I need to get
myself a yoga ball.

Did you call the public
library like I asked?

I... I did.

Oh. And...?

Go! Come on. What they say?

Are dragons covered in
feathers like the dinosaurs,

or are they covered in
scales like the Gorgons?

You know, they
weren't quite sure.

With responsibility
comes great power.

- Isn't it the other way around?
- No.

Think about it.

I will call the library
people tomorrow, Suzanne.

I promise.

You got power now, right?

Mnh-mnh.

I got a desk. That's
it. And, like, a phone.

And, like, the ear of
the warden, but that's it.

- So, if I needed something...
- Unh, unh, unh. No.

Don't get me involved in
your Middle East bullshit.

Hey, you got to
share the love, homey.

I mean, that's how black
people be getting ahead.

- Mm-hmm.
- Look at Obama.

- Change.
- He got to be president.

- So now the rest of us get to be...
- In prison.

Oh! I forgot to tell y'all. I've
got hella big news on Judy King.

Yo, Poussey will lose
her shit. Where she at?

She busy.

Well, you can't really do that.

You can't control what
goes in your dreams.

- Yeah, you can.
- What?

It's called lucid dreaming.

No, no, no, no. Lucid
dreaming is when

you... you talk to
yourself in your dreams.

Like, "Hey, you. Wake up.

You didn't actually
go to school naked."

Well, whatever it's called,
you can totally curate

pictures and things
that go into your brain.

Like your own
private film festival.

Doesn't that sort of defeat
the purpose of a dream?

- Hmm?
- Like, it's supposed to be

about surprises.

Ugh. I don't like surprises.

I like to be in control.

That's funny, 'cause I sort of
like it when you lose control.

Like... when I do this.

You got a problem
down here with kites?

No, sir.

Burset.

I never thought I'd be
happy to see that mustache.

You got to get me out of here.

Well, turning your cell into a
Russian bath is not helping your case.

Flooding is a punishable
offense. You should know that.

How else was I supposed
to get your attention?

You can ask for me.

Are you kidding me?

I've been shouting
your name for months.

Well, you have not
been down here that long.

Easy for you to say.

You haven't been thrown in
a dungeon, forgotten about.

No one has forgotten about you.

Sophia, you're a smart girl.

You have to know you're
not helping yourself.

You need to meet me halfway

if we have any chance
of getting you out of here.

I want to talk to my wife.

Tell her where I am.

I've already
spoken with Crystal.

What?

What... what she say?

Well, she agrees with me.

We need to wait for the right
time to return you to gen pop.

She would never
say that. You lyin'.

Think about it.

You're still in
here, aren't you?

What are you doing?
Put your shirt back on!

I advise you not...

Either you let me out of here,

or I'm gonna keep flushing
this toilet till I drown myself!

You're doing this to
yourself. Remember that.

- C.O. Schmuck-a-fuck, get over here.
- Schmuck-a-fuck!

Move Burset to a dry cell
before she gets hypothermia.

Oh, but it's late. Most of
the C.O.'s are already gone.

- It takes three for a move.
- I don't fucking care!

You find people.

This isn't Guantanamo.
Get her a fucking shirt.

Hey.

- What the fuck?
- Shh. It's me.

Alex?

- Shh.
- What are you doing?

Come talk to me in the bathroom.

You haven't said more
than "Hi" to me in days,

and now you want some kind
of a middle-of-the-night confab?

I don't want to talk.

Is this a booty call?

Come find out.

Why?! Why are
you doing this now?

God, you really know
how to dry a girl up.

I'm sorry. I'm confused.

I thought that you hated me.

I do.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I just... I have insomnia.

If something's up,
you can tell me.

It's cool.

Good night, Pipes.

I can't believe they're
letting her teach a class,

as if she weren't
entitled enough.

- You get to teach a class.
- It's different.

- Don't seem so different.
- Well, it is.

Yoga is a democratic
practice. Anyone can do it.

Learning to curl zucchini
ribbons is rarified.

You do realize that only rich
white people do yoga, right?

And the billions
of Indian people

who have been practicing it for
over 5,000 years? How about them?!

I'm working through some issues.

Question.

Do we still think Judy King, a
racist or is she just southern?

- I don't...
- Speaking of racist.

Can you guys make room?

Yeah. Uh...

Hi. I'm Alison.

Suzanne.

Uh, it's not "bring your
stranger to work" day.

Poussey got oriental
trading over there.

Yeah, I think Final Call
here is a little different.

Oh, come on, man. Chill.

Uh, Alison, do you have hair?

I do. I cover it for modesty.

I got a cousin who
lives in Modesto.

That's like modest with an "O."

We were just conversing

about Judy and how
sick her class gon' be.

Yeah, yo!

You guys are a bunch of
suckers. I mean, come on.

You really think that class
is gonna change stuff?

- Yeah.
- No, man.

We still gonna be bussing
tables and flipping burgers

- When we get out of here.
- Fuck that.

I don't do food service.

Unless it's White Castle, you know,
'cause they burgers be so itty-bitty.

So, you gonna go?

I don't know. I
hate celebrities.

They're all hoity-toity. They
got people watching 'em.

Yeah, all those
adopted kids. In general.

I did once get to
see the real Lassie

at the Dutchess County
Sheep & Wool Festival.

- Like, the dog?
- Yeah.

All right, inmates. Forks down.

First breakfast
shift is now over.

I need you to clear out so
we can start the second shift.

Uh, but we didn't
even get our food yet?

Yeah, when I get too
skinny, my ass gets flat.

Them's the rules. You want to
eat, get here earlier next time.

Did you hear me? Let's move.

'Scuse me! 'Scuse me! 'Scuse me!

- 'Scuse me!
- All right. All right.

Hey, rub-a-dub-dub.

You've been scrubbing
that same pan for 20 minutes.

So, what? You a
scrub expert now?

You know what? Have at it.

This got anything to do with
that meeting you had yesterday?

Yeah. That's right.
I know about it.

I'm like Columbo but with
two real eyes and a better ass.

I'm being evicted.

You getting out?

Not like this afternoon,
but yeah, real soon.

How did you not know
your date was coming up?

It's early.

I guess I was good or
some shit. I don't know.

Holy shit.

Wow.

- Well, hey, congratulations.
- Yeah, no. Not congratulations.

More like con-fuck-ulations

or whatever the opposite
of "congratulations" is.

Why? You get to
go find your kids.

You get to fuck 'em up yourself
instead of having someone do it for you.

Even I find them,
I'm not gonna get 'em.

The state won't give them
over unless I got an apartment.

So, you work a little bit.
You get an apartment.

Sure. People love
to hire ex-cons.

And in skills, I'll write,
"packed heroin real good,"

and "fucked people
who pack heroin."

Why even try? I'm fucked.

Ay. Okay. Enough.

You got to bust
your ass now, mama.

Make some moves.
Work your contacts.

Work your relatives.
Work the system.

Get educated, if you
have to. Get your G.E.D.

Do whatever you got to do.

You got a goal now.

You can't shrivel
up into a ball.

Mira, you got to save your kids.

You're Puerto Rican.

You know somebody with an
apartment. You know somebody with a job.

¿Qué?

You gonna roll
over like a pendeja?

Huh?

No.

No. That's right.

Mira, clean that fucking pan,

'cause I got a life,
too, you know?

You told Daya yet?

No.

Con-fuck-ulations on that one.

No shit.

You, get off the fence.

I feel you creepin' over there.

For the record,
I'm a pacificist.

Huh?

Looky here. A secret fuck spot.

Well, not anymore. Break it up.

Come on. Let's go. Keep moving.

Man, when you see
them all together like this,

- There are a lot of inmates.
- Yeah, I know.

I... If they ever banded together,
they could totally overpower us.

- Done.
- At least we got the new guards.

They're, like,
trained in combat.

Yeah. I'm kind of
scared of the new guards.

Yeah, me, too.

Hey. You think they'll
give us leftovers?

I don't know. Maybe.

Ladies, I'd like to welcome
you to "Food for Thought."

This is an exclusive
opportunity.

People at Yale University
couldn't take this class,

only you.

- Judy King!
- Yes.

So, I'm gonna turn it over
to, uh, inmate King now.

Uh, all right. How about this?

I want you to raise your hand if
you've ever made sunchoke velouté.

Never heard of it.

How about cuttlefish ravioli?

Never mind.

What about anything with foam?

"Foam," did she say?

Good.

Neither have I.

All right. I don't make
anything highfalutin.

I cook real food for real people
to eat, and I don't do it alone.

I mean, any good chef will tell
you that cooking is a team sport.

So, you're gonna learn
some practical skills here

that are gonna make
you a better team player.

So, today, I'm gonna
do a demonstration,

but I'm hoping
that, in the future,

we're gonna set up
some work stations

so everybody can
get their hands dirty.

Yes. With the makeup.

Uh, Muccio. Uh, I
was just wondering.

Do you think we'll
do a casserole?

Because I know that my Vinny...

He really likes the
traditional type stuff.

Well, no, darling, we're not.

We're gonna have to do
something much simpler

since we don't have very
much in the way of ingredients

or knives.

But it's a dish that I think
some of you in particular

are really gonna enjoy.

Cornbread!

Yep. See? Called it. Racist.

But Philipino style.

Yeah, I'm not sure about that.

I got this recipe from a
coconut farmer in Manila.

Now, I need a volunteer.

- Me!
- Ooh, yes, Ms. Washington.

Come on.

She just...

Now, I'm gonna need your help.

- Oh, look, I meant to
tell you... Look at that.

What on earth does
that say, I wonder?

- Lady coco.
- That's it. I knew you'd know.

Coconut milk.

Now, the first step is easy.

Locate a shit-ton of butter.

All right?

So, after that,

I got my Master's Degree
in Social Work from Iona.

Hey. You're not hungry?

No.

No, my teeth.

Oh, we'll get you
something softer.

We'll get you some cottage
cheese or deviled eggs

or something like that.

Sam...

Yeah?

It's me.

It's your boy.

I've missed you, Mom.

Mom, I want you to know I'm not
angry with you for disappearing.

I know that you reached
out to me that night,

and I didn't listen.

I wasn't there for you.

But I'm... I'm hoping
to change all that now.

Okay?

What... is that your... name?

Ellen?

Ellen. Ellen.

Yes, I'm Ellen.

Not Margaret?

No.

I'm Ellen.

Okay, you know what? We'll...
we'll have a nice meal together.

I'm not gonna send it back.

No. I got to go.

- I got to go find my blanket.
- No, no, no. Just stay.

Stay and talk to me.
I'm having a bad night.

From the looks of it, you're not
in such a great place yourself.

- No. I got to go now.
- Stay with me. Stay with me.

You think somebody else is
gonna help you now? Huh?

Huh?!

Doggett.

Hey. Will you wait up?

You avoiding me or something?

I just don't really like cooking. I was
just curious, but I changed my mind.

Not just now, but,
like, all the time.

No. Just been busy
working really hard.

Hey. You can talk to
me. What's going on?

You got one of those
seizures coming or something?

You doing it with her?

What?

Are you doing it with that Spanish girl...
That little pixie one that drives the van?

What are you talking
about? Ramos?

She's not even my type.

- Why? You jealous?
- No.

No. I'm not jealous.

- Why would you even ask me that?
- 'Cause.

I just want to make sure
you're not raping her is all.

You think... I raped you?

Yeah. I mean, what
else do you call that?

But I love you. I told you that.

And I said it when... when...

I said it.

So?

So that makes it different.

But that didn't
feel any different.

I've called this summit

because all three of you
need to communicate better.

You're operating out of fear,

which is causing certain
people to make bad decisions.

Oh, well... I'm
sorry. Who are you?

You know who I am.

No, I mean who sent you?

Relax. I asked her for help.
She's here as a consultant.

And how do you know
she is not bugged?

She could be recordin'
this whole thing.

She is Russian, for god's sake.

Lolly, how can you assure
your partners over here

that you are not going to go
digging for buried treasure again?

'Cause I... don't have a shovel.

Good point.

Maybe we should strategize how
to get her kicked off grounds crew.

Can we just move on
and put this in the past?

I can.

Then again, I'm not our problem.

Oh. Why is everybody
looking at me?

Because your little
"tell-tale heart" stunt

freaked everybody out. And
now nobody here trusts you.

Fine. I got two words
for you guys: Las Vegas.

- Here we go.
- There is a bunker in Las Vegas

filled with these dudes who work
for the United States Government,

and they sit on these
little video-game consoles.

And they... they... they fly
drones over Afghanistan and Iraq.

You know that... okay,
you know the drone

that's been hovering
over the... the garden?

That is just a camera drone.

But if you listen really good,

you can hear the second
drone above that drone.

That is the Predator drone, and
that is the drone that kills people.

- From Las Vegas.
- Exactly!

See?

- She gets it.
- Barely.

I have it under very
good information

that that killer drone was sent
by the United States Government

in response to our attack
on one of their agents.

And since the Freedom of Information
Act does not apply to privatized prisons,

they could just wipe us out.

Boom, boom, boom, and
nobody would ever even now.

But, see, unless we
shoot that drone down...

I guess we'd have to use a
gun or something like that,

and we'd have to probably
steal it from a guard.

Or we sneak onto a computer
and just leak the information

to that dude, um, Julian
Assage... Assange?

If I could still find his e-mail.
All right. You guys keep talking,

and I'm gonna go out to the
garden and check on that drone.

Frieda's right.

We have to kill her.

Group therapy is
starting in five minutes.

- Missed quite a show.
- Good.

- Big success.
- Good.

Listen, uh, Ms. King

has asked me to remove
you as her counselor.

What? That's ridiculous.

She says you make
her uncomfortable

and that you have power issues.

That's... that's how women talk.

Well, MCC is already
up my ass about her.

I got to comply.

She's... she's an inmate,
for Christ's sakes, Joe.

Yeah. For now.

But in half a year, she'll
be a rich celebrity again

with the power and means to sue
us for whatever the fuck she wants.

Well, wh... what about
"Food for Thought"?

Someone else will
supervise the class.

Hey.

On the bright
side, this class had

the highest attendance
out of any activity to date.

It was a hit. You
were right. Good job.

♪♪

Why are you hiding
in here? It's creepy.

It's quiet. I like it.

That's nice.

If I spend time

reading law books or
reading up on foster care

maybe, instead of drawing
these stupid pictures,

I'd be prepared.

I'd maybe know how
to get Armaria back.

Daya, look at me.

I'm getting out of here soon.

- Soon? How soon?
- Real soon.

And I'm gonna get Christina
and Eva and Lucy and Emiliano

and your little Armaria back.

So stop all this moping shit.

Are you kidding me?

Why would I mess
with you like that?

I don't know.

'cause you play some fucked-up
head games sometimes.

Why ain't you saying nothing?

I'm gonna miss you.

And you're probably
gonna fuck up my kid.

- So, um, yeah, we quit.
- Sorry.

But, like, not really.

Let me guess. You're
working for Maria now.

She gave us free slipper socks.

She is paying you
in slipper socks

'cause she can't pay
you in actual money yet.

Flaca, what about
your sick mother?

Don't you want to send her cash?

Don't you go pretending like
you actually care about me.

Soon, I'll be making twice
as much cash with Maria,

'cause she's all about, like,
upward mobility and la raza.

And you know what?
She's just plain nicer.

- And slipper socks.
- You said that already.

I really like them.

Should I go over there and
pull her hair or something?

- I give a mean Indian burn.
- No. I got this.

You're jacking my girls now?

You jacked my
panties. I jack your girls.

You jacked my idea.
You are the original jacker.

Look, Maria, this is
getting out of hand.

I do not want to
start a war with you.

This isn't war. It's business.

Have a nice day.

Hey! Hey!

How you gonna identify
me without this! Hmm?

How you gonna do it?
How you gonna kill me then?

Not gonna do it.
You're not gonna do it.

How do you think

you're gonna identify
me without this?! Hmm?

- How you gonna do it?
- Fuck's happening here?

Um, um, I don't know.

- But it is highly entertaining.
- Homemade camouflage!

Homemade camouflage, bitches!

How long has she been like this?

- Ten, 15 minutes.
- Yeah. She was yelling

about the NSA,
um, and body parts.

The prisoner is having
a psychotic break

and you're standing
here giggling like women.

Let's get her to psych.
Now. You stay here.

You can't see me! I'm invisible!

Lolly! Lolly, get up!

- No! Don't shoot me!
- Lolly, please get up.

On your feet.

Rose, you smell that?

What is that?

Smoke, girl!

Sound the alarm!

Get out of here!

Get everybody out! Come
on! Now! Let's go! Let's go!

Tell Caputo to go fuck himself.

I'm just getting started.

Jesus Christ.

No! No!

They're gonna electrocute me!

Hey, what the hell
is going on here?

We got a live one.
Taking her to psych.

This woman needs
a certified counselor.

Come here.

Come on.

Come. We'll have
a talk in my office.

Okay?

Show's over.

People are trying to kill me.

Who?

The NSA, the military,

whoever's operating th...
that... that... that... that drone

that's hiding in the
clouds above the garden.

Why is the NSA or the military
interested in our garden?

'Cause I...

I killed a guy and chopped
him up and buried him in there.

You killed a guy.

Yep. He was a hit man.

He worked for an international
drug cartel that was backed

by the United States,
probably the CIA.

Oh, it could have been FEMA.

They've been targeting
me for a long time.

Have you ever
heard of... of Rex 84?

No, of course you haven't
heard of it. It's classified.

Do you sometimes see or
hear things that aren't there?

Sure. I hear voices.

Like angels? That sort of thing?

Not angels. I told you.
Voices. I hear voices.

I think you might be
suffering from delusions.

I am not.

I hear that all the time.

"Lolly, you're crazy."

"Lolly, you got
conspiracy-theory-itis." That is not it.

This is different
this time. This is real.

What if these voices that you're
hearing are manipulating you,

trying to convince
you that they're real,

that you did a bad thing when,
in reality, you didn't do anything?

- Why would they do that?
- You tell me.

Um...

Oh, to frame me.

Ooh, to, um... They
could do research on me.

As a counselor, I know
everything that goes on here.

So, if someone, anyone,

was killed here on campus...

I'd know about it.

So, you're saying I
didn't kill anybody?

No. I don't believe you did.

Lucky for you, I got a lot of
experience dealing with this kind of thing.

Let's get a treatment plan
going for you, Whitehill.

Get those voices of
yours under control.

You don't have to
worry. I'm gonna help you.

What the fuck did
you say in there?

Okay, okay, okay,
wait. Hold up. Hold up.

I got to apologize. See, I
was under the impression

that I... we...
killed some dude.

No, my bad. My bad. My bad.

Turns out Rex 84 was
manipulating my brain

to make me think that.

Or maybe that Aydin guy
was really, like, a hologram?

Also, great counseling here.

I am continually impressed.

♪ I'm going out of my head ♪

♪ There's nothing
that I can do ♪

♪ Was it something she said ♪

♪ Now it's getting to you ♪

♪ She stole mine she
let it go all the way in ♪

♪ I'll never get back
what I lost from you ♪

♪♪

♪ She stole mine she
let it go all the way in ♪

♪ I'll never get back
what I lost from you ♪

♪ I'll never get back
what I lost from you ♪

♪ I'll never get back
what I lost from you ♪