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Hold up.

Come on through.

You're good.

K-9 follow me.

Sir!

Please step back.

Go! Hurry up!

Let's cross right now. Let's go.

Yeah.

Yeah, we're coming up now.

I don't know. I've never been here.

All right.

$100,000 reward for information

leading to the capture of the inmates,

and $50,000 for tips leading to each man.

This has become a multi-million-dollar issue.

Look at this place. This it?

Wanna make that 3:00, then?

Okay, great.

Hi.

I'm Catherine Leahy Scott.

Nice to meet you, Joyce.

Everybody calls me Tilly.

Tilly it is.

Joyce is my mother's name.

When you call me Joyce, I feel like

you're talking to my mother.

Is your mom still with us?

Oh, good.

I love knowing my mom's just a phone call away.

I already talked to the cops.

Four times in seven days, I understand.

Yeah, so what is this?

Let's not get into any details

until the stenographer gets here.

I mean, even though it's all taped,

it's actually more accurate.

This girl especially...

she's been with me 15 years...

I did a comparison.

I was right.

Are you with the state police?

Please, no. I'm the inspector general

for the state of New York.

Oh, so the post office?

No, the post office is federal.

I'm state, so if there's any corruption

in a state agency,

it's my job to find it

and stop it,

whether it's a state park or the port authority,

and I report directly to the governor.

No, no, that's...

Am I gonna lose my job?

- Should you? - No, no, no.

I know, I know. Hey, I got Milgram.

You want to talk to him about that Times piece?

- Really? - Sorry.

- Spencer? - Yeah?

Yeah, I will... I will call him back in an hour.

- All right. - Sorry.

30 minutes. I mean, a half hour.

- What? - Half hour.

- Half hour. All right, got it. - Half hour. Thank you.

Sorry about that.

He might be back.

No, I shouldn't lose my job.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I mean, not really wrong.

Well, that's good.

I don't spend much time talking to people

who haven't done anything wrong.

Good. Here we go.

- Okay. - Hi.

Yes, this is what I'm looking for.

- Hi. - Hi.

Um, so you're a 50... 51-year-old woman

who's been with the same man for 20 years?

21 years,

give or take?

So we can have an adult conversation.

Okay...

Did you have sex with these two inmates?

I mean, I get it. Somebody attractive

pays attention to me,

I like it. I mean it's...

only human nature

to desire that, and...

So I'm gonna ask you one more time,

and I just need you to be very straight with me.

Did you have sex with these two inmates?

- No. - Never?

Not even a kiss?

No.

Nothing?

Inmate Matt

tried to grab me...

and kiss me,

but I was scared shitless, so...

Yeah. No, I know, this is tough.

It's... I tell everybody when we have these discussions,

you can't go around it. You gotta go through it,

so you just gotta kinda lay it all out there.

This is what's gonna happen:

I'm gonna ask you questions

that I already know the answers to.

That way, I'll know if you're lying.

I'm in no way gonna lie to you,

but just need to get to the truth.

Do you understand?

Can you say it out loud for the record?

I do.

Did you get that?

No.

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on. Come on.

Lift it up.

Up, up, up.

Come on, lift the fucking plow, Joe.

Oh, shit.

Lyle!

Plowed in.

Come on.

- Get up. - What time is it?

It's 6:30.

Jeep's trapped again.

Snowplow. Get up. Come on.

Come with mama. Come on, let's go.

Gotta go potty. Let's go.

That's it.

Hm.

Oh.

...Fundamentalists attacked

satirical French news magazine

Charlie Hebdo this morning

in an apparent terrorist attack.

This is a developing story.

The publication had recently printed

a cartoon depicting the Muslim prophet Muhammed,

which is forbidden by the religion.

It's just under 27 degrees Fahrenheit,

three degrees Celsius,

and 7:10 in the morning

on CGAC AM 750,

your trusted source for breaking news

in Montreal, Chateaugay, and the north country.

Bow hunting season ends tomorrow...

_

- Morning, Lyle. - Hey.

- Thank you. - Hey.

Where's Lumpy?

What's with the tip jar?

Lumpy's mom died. They don't have enough money to bury her,

so we're taking up a collection.

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, we're a little light right now.

We'll get you on the way out.

What are we doing for dinner?

Fridge is a little, uh, empty.

Stop by the price-whacker on the way back.

Home at 6:00. I can see you coming.

Fucking snow, huh?

Winter. It's killing me today.

Slippery...

as fuck.

Morning, Dennis. Sorry I'm late.

- I was plowed in. - Yeah.

Ah.

Well, gentlemen,

I will warn you,

I have high expectations for output this week,

but the energy in this room

feels very productive,

so what'll it be?

Hip-hop or classic rock?

- Classic rock! - Hip-hop!

Let's go for pop.

- Good job. - Thanks a lot.

Yo, you need some help?

Well, my fucking tension's off.

Check the bobbin?

No, but you can check it.

So good.

And we're good to go.

Remember, when you put a bobbin in,

the thread's gotta be going forward, away from you.

As you were.

All right.

Inmate Sweat.

How are we doing?

Uh, yeah, we're doing good. We, uh,

should hit 100 pair of pants by the end of the day.

Good work. Thank you.

Could you help me in the machine room?

One of the straight stitchers broke.

Eh...

Wait, wait, wait.

Okay.

Ah.

WIUA Chateaugay, Cornwall...

Shh.

Okay. Okay.

All right, it's Winning Wednesday,

94.7 KISS FM. I got a gift card,

a $100 gift card, to, uh, Visabelle Med

and free consultation.

They got anti-aging treatments

that you are gonna love.

...Or by appointment.

94.7 on FM.

Can't help it if the dumb bitch lonesome.

Oh, it is cold as shit out here.

Crodson,

B3-18,

can't get ahold of his wife.

Why not?

Admin put a block on her number.

If you can get rid of that block,

he'd be grateful.

All right, see what I can do.

Come on in. Stop your whining.

Right.

Hey, Palmer.

Keep going.

Hey. How you doing, big fella?

Hey, Gene.

I don't understand, but all right.

I'll catch up with you.

I'm in 22.

16.

The oils?

So that's it?

Uh, plus I got Lemke and Bushwell

up on the second floor. They need their...

their fuses jumped.

All right.

So how is everything else?

Oh, I just bill...

you know, can't complain, really.

How's the, um...

how's the portrait of Ruth coming?

Ruth?

My girlfriend?

It's our anniversary next week.

That's what I'm gonna give her.

You fucking promised you'd have it ready for her.

I'm fucking with you, Gene.

Fuck you.

It's still drying.

It'll be ready tomorrow.

All right, now, what's going on with your boy?

- Who, Sweat? - Yeah.

There's a rumor going around about him and Tilly.

- I don't know that. - Huh.

Hey, yo, my man, are you Richard Matt?

Excuse me.

There's two men talking here.

Yeah, I know. I wanted to ask you if I could

get something for myself, you know what I mean?

I mean, I got a hot plate, right?

But it don't work when I plug it in.

Is he talking out of the side of his neck at me?

Nah. Nah, nah, nah, nah.

Nah, nah, nah. No disrespect, OG.

Are you mocking me?

Nah, not at all.

- Huh? - Nah.

- Ow. - 'Cause I'll bust

your motherfucking grape.

I didn't even mean it like that.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Go back to your cell, all right?

- But I want to ask you... - No list for you tomorrow.

- Go on. - Yeah, but I didn't e...

Hey, go back to your cell.

All right, I'm sorry, CO. I didn't mean no...

Ooh.

So yeah, anyway,

this thing with your boy is for real.

What cell is he in?

Ah, give him a... let it go, all right?

- Slot that punk. - Let it go.

Look at me.

Look at me, partner.

Okay?

He's new.

Huh?

He doesn't know any better.

He's not getting lunch tomorrow.

That's enough, all right?

- All right? - All right.

Hey.

Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Psst.

What's up?

You really think it's a good idea,

playing doctor with the tailor shop supervisor?

What the fuck does it matter to you all of a sudden?

If she wasn't married, I'd say it's risky.

But she is married,

and her husband works here.

That makes everything complicated.

Yeah.

Thanks, but... being careful.

The spouse always finds out.

One way or another.

What were you and, uh,

Tilly going at each other today about?

- Huh? - At lunch.

Oh.

Oh, that's just work bullshit.

Dennis, for Christ's sake, I'm not gonna say

I heard it from you, whatever it is.

There's some guy at the shop.

But you know how rumors are up there.

I'm sure it's nothing.

It's just 'cause the guy's such a weasel,

it makes people talk, you know.

Uh-huh.

Well, uh, Tilly has her way

of getting the best work out of those guys,

and, uh,

uh, part of that is

treating them like people. I'm sure it's just that.

It's just the rumor mill. They make stuff up.

Just don't tell Tilly I told you.

Who do you think you're talking to?

Christ.

Name.

You know my name.

Bottle of Prell.

Two bars Irish Spring.

Doritos Nacho Cheese. You got ten bags of that.

One, two, three, four,

five, six,

eight, nine, ten.

Two loaves of Wonder Bread

and a can of shaving powder.

That's supposed to be the gel.

Looks like your commissary

is running low, chief.

Not enough dough for the gel at the moment.

Look again, man.

You're holding up the line.

Next.

Sir. Sir?

Hey, sir, I got shaving gel,

if you want it.

You could have it.

It's my way of saying sorry. Know what I mean?

First time in state pen?

I did eight months in county.

Eh, that's jail.

Let me see your papers, man.

Angel.

The guard I was speaking to when you interrupted

is the escort guard.

Everything, you know, on the block

is falling through me.

All these things are privileges,

and they can go away any time.

Get me?

Got it.

For instance,

you want a higher-amp fuse.

Okay.

No.

I'm telling you.

You want a higher-amp fuse,

'cause it's the only way you can run a TV

and a hot plate at the same time.

Otherwise, you gotta keep on plugging one

and re-plugging the other.

- Hm? - Hm.

I see.

So,

you tell me,

"I want a higher-amp fuse," and you'll get it.

Okay.

Gotta say it.

Okay.

What are you, slow?

You gotta say it.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, um, I want a higher-amp fuse.

Oh, we're all out of them.

Come back tomorrow.

Fuck.

Yo, what's going on with you, man?

Oh.

What do you got?

A hot toddy.

Ah.

Yo, I would have made you a Irish coffee,

but the only milk the motherfuckers had was skim.

Good.

Hm.

It's not sweet enough, man.

I got you.

Get me some honey.

What do you think?

I spent a shit-load of time on the fur.

Hm.

Where's the light coming from?

The light?

Yeah, I mean, you got two dogs sitting on a couch,

in a living room, and I can see them.

There must be light coming from somewhere.

Uh, okay.

Yeah, from the window.

Hello.

Here's your window.

Oh, here's your window.

I mean, you can't see it in the drawing.

What, do you want me to paint a fucking window?

No.

If your only source of light

is coming from this window,

what do you got over here?

Um...

Oh, shadows.

There you go.

I forgot the fucking shadows. Fuck.

I don't know.

Let's keep working it.

It might be kind of interesting like that, though.

You know, having no shadows,

like there's light

that's coming from everywhere.

Don't do that.

What?

Make a fucking mistake

and then pretend it's on purpose.

No, man, that's for hacks.

I'm not. I'm just saying

that I kind of like it without the shadows,

the way it is.

David, learn the basics,

okay?

Then, if you want to go disco,

fuck it. Go disco.

Yo, yo, yo.

Earl, where's your thread?

It's right here.

You got no fucking bobbin through it.

Man.

Come on, man.

Your boo might get jealous

with you adjusting my needle like that.

Fuck off.

Inmate Sweat,

can I see you for a second?

In a minute, Mrs. Mitchell.

"In a minute, Mrs. Mitchell."

Shut the fuck up.

- My bad. Do you not call her... - I said shut the fuck up.

- I'm trying. - Yeah?

Well, you keep running your fucking mouth,

you're gonna get some iron in your diet.

Good morning, Mrs. Mitchell.

Jelly-filled.

Yo, put that away.

We're really busy today.

I think I'll be the one to determine that.

Whatever.

Whatever.

Inmate Sweat? Can I see you in tailor nine?

We're low on machine oil.

Oh, yeah, we are.

What are you doing?

I'm not doing anything except being smart.

- Well, what does that make me? - Ah, I don't know.

What do you think it makes you

when you call my name, like, twice in ten seconds?

S... 'cause you all talk shit.

He does this every winter.

He'll quit drinking

once it starts getting warmer.

I talked to Lambert.

He's not gonna say anything.

We gotta be fast.

No, I'm not doing this. I'm not doing it.

What is going on?

Nothing. I'm not doing anything.

Come here.

Keep your fucking doughnut

and keep your fucking distance.

...But as Gomer Pyle would say "Surprise, surprise."

The fact is, being a taxi driver

- is number 11... - - we got plans this weekend?

Other than the fact that I gotta work upstate

on Sunday?

- Nothing. - Right.

I was thinking, uh,

maybe we go to Plattsburgh tomorrow.

In a job

that's fulfilling and necessary...

Fancy.

...Talking about piloting

medevac helicopters, which, in the United States...

24.

Oh, yeah?

She's not the Mona Lisa, but...

here's hoping she's never stolen.

I know you did some messed up shit

to get in here, but that...

That is a nice piece of art, man.

My cap is off to you.

That's beautiful, man.

Mm.

Hey.

A little rum and Mexican Coca-Cola, huh?

Uh...

Oh, before I forget,

uh,

Angel Chavez

needs his fuse jumped.

You two made up?

That fish is all right.

Well, look at that. Painting pictures,

forgiving petty disagreements...

rehabilitation at work.

Mm, not really.

They got color printers at the drugstore now.

Uh...

Huh?

Now where does that leave the artist?

Making art.

Uh, can't compete.

On the cells!

Why not?

Robots.

It's just only a matter of time

before they do this

and everything else.

Huh.

Yeah, I don't... I don't think so,

'cause you put your personality into the work.

Robots, they got no personality.

I don't have a personality, man.

Everybody's got personality.

Lock the doors!

Let's go! Let's go!

Look into my eyes and tell me you believe that.

Man, you gotta go.

Right.

Right.

Shit, look at the time.

Okay, bye.

See ya.

Hey, slow down.

Uh, have a good weekend.

Gonna have an awesome one.

Let's go. Close it up!

...Cells down!

Ain't it past your bedtime?

Maybe you want some meds or something?

- 95... - Triple X.

Everybody I tell I've never been to this place

says, uh, they can't believe it.

I'm telling you right now,

my appetite for this is half-hour,

max.

The British had other schemes,

burning Washington to the ground

and leaving the White House in ashes.

Mm, that's kind of clever.

I watched that,

and, uh,

the British were the Nazis of their day.

Hm.

So, uh...

Fall back!

Dennis was saying you've been

talking a lot with one of the inmates.

What?

In the shop.

Well, it's called doing my job.

No, just... one guy.

British cavalry...

It's probably Inmate Sweat.

He's helping me make the superintendent's suit.

Downie's broadside killed or wounded

1/5 of the "Saratoga's" crew,

but Macdonough quickly recovered,

and Downie was killed minutes later,

crushed by his own cannon.

Two days after the battles ended...

What's the suit for?

Graduation.

Who's graduating?

I don't know, Lyle.

Ask the fucking superintendent, you're so interested.

Maybe he could get you a ticket.

Is that what you're into now?

High school graduation ceremonies?

Not really.

This, uh...

Dennis made it sound like...

It's a three-piece suit, Lyle.

Okay.

And who is it that gives us promotions?

The superintendent.

Exactly, so when the guy

who gives us promotions

asks me, the shop supervisor,

to make him a suit for graduation,

and my best guy is Inmate Sweat,

who's been in that shop longer than I have,

who do you think I'm gonna be working with

on this project? Fucking Inmate Sweat.

I just need it explained to me...

This movie sucks. I'm going for a walk.

No, you're not coming with me.

Huh? Why?

Because I'm mad at you.

- Why? - You know why.

The drums still were beating.

The foes of our country,

far north, were retreating

The neighboring damsels each other were greeting.

How's it going?

I told you,

any prison south of Interstate 90.

Yes, we went over this.

Write it down. Elmira,

Green Haven, Sing Sing.

It's just too cold here, all right?

But that's not what you write on the form.

What you gotta write is that I have

a spotless track record in here,

and I want to be closer to my family.

Mom, Mom, listen to me.

You're the only person who can help me with this.

Jenny won't write me back. For the hundredth time,

that's why I need you.

I'm not accusing you of anything,

but it's been three months since I asked you,

and you haven't... I don't know anybody else to fucking call.

Do you know what the COs call me in here, Mom?

They call me a cop-killer.

You should see the way they look at me.

I'm in danger in here every fucking day,

and you won't even

help me? Fuck you.

Mom, sor... shit!

Fuck.

M... god damn it.

Stupid.

Morning.

Inmate Sweat, how was your weekend?

It was not bad. How was yours?

Lyle took me

to a fucking history museum

in Plattsburgh.

Hey.

For you.

What's this?

Just had a little extra material

from when we did the inmate release uniforms.

And...

I don't know. I got inspired.

You made these for me?

Didn't want to let it go to waste.

I mean, the zipper doesn't really work, but...

You know, I thought you might like it.

You're so good with your hands.

How are the machines running this morning?

Uh, now that you mention it, one of the uh... uh,

straight stitch machines

needs a new head.

Let's see if we can't find one.

Thought you were done with me.

I was just mad.

And now?

Hey.

- I'm not a dog. - I know that.

Well, then, look in my face.

I'm looking.

Mm.

I bet that's sweet.

Are you my boy?

I didn't hear you.

What?

Your boy.

Uh, that's it.

That's it, my little boy.

Who's my little boy?

I am.

Who am I? Who am I, little boy?

Mother.

Say it.

Who am I?

You're mommy.

Ah, yes, that's right.

Ah, that's right.

Little boy and his mother

Big beautiful tit,

and it's all yours, little boy.

Ah, it's...

Oh, God.

Tastes so good,

like strawberries.

Okay, okay, get ready.

Yes?

You have a problem?

Nah.

I just figured you're friends with my friend,

and that makes us friends.

If you got a problem,

I could fix it with a little disciplinary report.

No, you don't have to worry about me.

So that's it? You just came here

to tell me that we're friends.

Did you know that

out in nature, there are no right angles?

But in here, it's all right angles.

It's an engineered environment.

Bars up, bars down, bars across.

And the people inside,

they get to be right angles too.

What the fuck are you talking about?

And there are the angles

that get bent,

and you know who that is.

Who?

That's you,

and me.

What the hell is this?

It's music!

What was that for?

I don't like that crap.

It's not crap.

It's Nick Jonas, and I like it.

Tommy, Ruckus! We're home.

Lyle, which dog's out?

Tommy, Ruckus.

Let's go.

Come on, you New York sausages.

Let's go pee.

What the fuck?

"What the fuck" is right.

What do you think?

Oh, my God, I love it.

Hey, look who did it.

Holy shit!

In three, two, one, go!

Did Matt or Sweat ever give you a present?

Like a...

Like a gift.

Anything.

It's against the rules.

Murder's against the rules,

and this place is full of murderers.

I know about the gifts.

Yeah, I...

I thought you did.

Do you mind taking a break?

Thanks, Emily.

Look, there is a lot of things wrong with this place.

I mean, rules have been broken,

stuff that has nothing to do with you.

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

You should talk to Lumpy.

Lumpy?

Adam Stupinski.

The CO at the employee's gate.

I mean, the only time I ever even seen

that guy frisk anybody

was when this hot

parole counselor came from the city.

Stupinski. That's the guy

who wouldn't let me in with my cell phone.

He stopped me and said, "I need to confiscate it."

Well, I hope you busted his ass.

This is why I feel like

I'm sitting across from the only person

who can help me here.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, you're... you're different

than these people, so...

Well,

I am trying to help.

I mean, I'm the one who went to the cops.

No one came to ask me.

That's all I've been doing, is trying to help.

When you spoke to the state police,

you asked the detective six times

whether the inmates had been captured.

Yeah, of course I did.

Yeah, you wanted them to be caught.

- Right? - That's all anybody wants.

Well, not everybody. I mean,

some people like to see them killed.

Mm, well...

Mm, yeah, if they gonna hurt anybody,

they should be killed.

Yeah, but better for you if they die.

What does it... what does that mean?

Wouldn't it be convenient to be the only person

who lives to tell the story?

Am I wrong?

Well, yeah, you're... yeah, you're wrong.

I mean, what... I mean...

What does that mean?

Whatever. In these situations,

they usually end up killing them.

Let's go back to the gifts.

We're in trouble. Shakedown, five minutes.

Hide your paints.

Come on, man.

Let's go, let's go.

Okay. No, no, no, no.

Come on, come on.

Cells 27 and 28.

Step out.

Yo.

We gotta go.

Grab the bars.

What you got in here?

Let's go!

Come on, move out, move out.

Don't need this.

Oh, shoot.

Yo, punk, look what I found.

Picture of your mother.

All right, get back in there.

Let's go.

All right.

Yeah, you better keep those eyes down.

Open 22.

Let's go. Come on.

The light. Turn it off.

Okay.

Go to sleep! Go sleep!

Not a chance!

Don't make me come up there.

What's up?

Did the CO look behind your bed?

Ah, no, but

that's Boyd, that ginger fuck, never does.

Did he move the bed at all?

I don't think so.

Why?

Nothing.