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All in the cell!

Let's go, Ray. I told you twice.

All in the cells!

What's going on, O.G.?

Hey, Bigelow.

You're a rapist.

A fucking murderer on the outside.

A couple years good behavior,

with a cable fucking TV.

But you know what?

I blame this fucking honor block.

They're fucking entitled as shit,

and it's our fault.

Well, than just look at it as a pacifier, man.

No, it's a fucking privilege.

You walk in here, you're a number.

- Uh-huh. - You don't deserve shit.

It is what it is.

Especially not a fucking TV.

Okay, then what's the alternative?

You got a guy in the cell.

He's staring at you all day wondering,

"How will I kill this guy with a toothbrush?"

Isn't that right, brother?

"Let me count the ways?"

Get the fuck off the gate.

How many times do I gotta tell you, huh?

- Yeah, right. - Christ.

Hey, yo, what's your problem, boss?

Yeah.

Oh, look. He's gonna pick up a book.

Imagine that.

Yeah.

Hey, Gene.

Hey.

So I'm, uh, painting a landscape.

I can't find my yellow.

Oh.

But I think it's back there.

Well, you'd better go get it.

- Okay. - Just make it quick.

Okay.

Okay.

Send him home. Just send him home.

Time to go home there, ball.

Son of a bitch, ball.

Why didn't you just go home?

That's your home!

He's so stupid.

Answer me! Suck my white ass, ball!

David.

Hacksaw?

David.

What the fuck are you doing in there?

Fucking dark in here, man.

Bro.

You'd better get the fuck out of there.

What the fuck are you doing?

Trying to kill these fucking cockroaches.

They're fucking everywhere.

You wanna help?

You trying me, punk?

Oh, no, sir.

Fuck, man.

Come on, get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of there.

All right, well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Watch out for Big Red.

Yeah.

He's on the war path.

What the fuck were you doing back there?

I think we can drop into the basement from back there.

We would need to cut through that ventilator.

Just fucking dark in there, though.

We need a light.

Don't start that again.

I'm serious.

David.

No one's been back there in forever, bro.

You would need a fucking plasma cutter

to get through that shit, bro.

I'm truly proud of you.

Hey, thanks a lot, Mr. Larson.

Or a hacksaw blade.

Well, you can hardly even notice it.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Come on, I can't hear you!

Hey, Lumpy. Welcome back.

Yeah.

Morning. How you doing?

What's going on between you and her?

Who?

You know who.

The chick who works at the front gate.

Chick? What are you...

What are you...

I saw you making eyes.

Men can be sluts, too, you know.

I don't even know her name.

I mean, it... it... she was making eyes at us.

Uh, it's probably because we never gave her any money

to... to Lumpy's can.

Don't try and change the subject.

I'm not ch...

I'm not changing anything. I love you, cupcake.

I love you, too, but remember one thing.

If and when you ever think about cheating on me,

I'll know about it before you do.

Get on the tools.

Morning.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, can I have your attention?

We're a little behind on our Altono order.

So let's be mindful of our work

and don't be shy of asking for help.

- Uh-huh. - Okay.

You hear that, David?

Don't be shy.

Thanks.

Just ask her for a flashlight.

We need a light.

How about some of those little eyeglasses

with lights on the end?

No.

Fuck no.

Inmate Sweat.

Can you help me get some spools out of the machine room?

Yes, Mrs. Mitchell.

Hey, just ask her.

Tell her it's for painting at night.

Inmate Elijah, I don't hear your machine running.

Sure, whatever.

Good morning, Mrs. Mitchell.

Good morning, Mr. Sweat.

Joyce, can I see you for a second?

Fucking Eileen.

"Dear sir, please take notice

that there was a fist fight

here on Tailor number one

which Mitchell witnessed as well as C.O. Lumber."

Lumber?

I think that's how he's spelling Lambert.

Yeah.

"And also it's funny that she..."

That's you, Tilly.

"Goes into the machine room next door

with the same guy, Sweat,

once or twice a week for three to five minute

and come out with nothing."

That all's bullshit.

It's not even spelled right.

You know this guy, David Sweat?

Yeah, he's my shop's supervisor.

That doesn't prove anything.

It says you keep going into tailor nine with him.

- Do you? - No.

Tilly.

Well, not like that. It's work.

It is the machine room.

Any more brain busters?

Come on.

It doesn't look good.

And I can tell you right now what Kurt's gonna say about it.

Wait, Kurt?

You've gotta be kidding me.

You're totally jackknifing me

right now, Eileen.

It's protocol.

You know, I've never been jackknifed like this.

Dennis, please notify inmate Sweat he will no longer

be working in the tailor shop effective immediately.

Have an escort guard bring him to his cell.

I can't run my shop without him.

He's the only one who knows how to do anything.

Thank you, Joyce.

It's all for a letter that's not even true?

You had your fun, all right?

This is fucking bullshit.

You need to let it go.

You're lucky you still have a job.

Oh, fuck yourself, Dennis.

This is tailor one, unit 125.

Go ahead.

Need a key block escort. No hurry.

All right, escort...

Sweat.

You should get your tools. Come with me.

Whoever wrote this ticket,

no offense, but it's fucking bullshit.

I shouldn't have to lose my job and move cells.

Yeah, it's a tough life.

You could have got locked up, too.

Bro, I know how to work the machines

in that shop better than anybody else.

And there's a $2 million order from Altona

that's gonna get fucked up if I'm not there.

Shut up. Pack your shit.

I am packing. I'm just saying.

Ah.

Fuck.

I said to shut the fuck up.

That's fucked up, Palmer.

Yeah, well...

You know.

Oh. Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, no, no, no.

Let me see.

You'd better get a job in a couple of weeks,

or you're out this block.

Wow. This is good.

Yeah, got one with...

some more color in the clouds,

but the reflections in the water

on that one are pretty cool.

Uh-huh.

What do you want for it?

Oh, just have it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Crack 20.

All right.

All yours.

You're not gonna be lonely, that's for sure.

Oh, yeah.

Gonna have lots of company here.

Looks like we're neighbors.

Hey.

What's he doing here?

Floor's for lifers.

You working in admin now?

How do you do that?

Time and patience, man.

It looks just like her.

I just can't understand why you'd spend so much time

painting a picture of that bitch.

Don't tell me you like the bitch.

"Gita."

What?

"Gita."

The fuck does that mean?

Get the fuck out of here.

Fuck you.

Yo, come get your shit, or I'm throwing it over.

I am not fucking with you.

Move it.

Fuck's going on?

Talk about the new girl working the gate check?

Yeah, Tilly thinks I got a thing for her.

Giving me shit, saying I'm, uh,

flirting with her or whatever.

Well, were you?

Christ, Dennis, no.

She tell you about the drama?

The note?

Yep.

Probably get you a copy, if you want to read it.

Hell no.

Any joker with a fountain pen can turn your life upside down

in this place.

You're not curious?

You know what I think?

I think this has got management's fingerprints

written all over it.

Eileen being Eileen and Kurt being Kurt.

Politics.

- Joyce? - What?

Look, if you're still unhappy about something,

you're free to write a to-from.

Oh, a to-from.

I... I might as well put a note in a bottle

and throw it in Lake Champlain.

It's Corcraft policy to take complaints seriously.

Yeah, it's also Corcraft policy

to take good jobs from honest people and give them

to rapists and murderers for 37 cents an hour.

Someone should write a to-from about that.

- Morning. - Morning, Dennis.

You're falling behind.

And you need a new inmate supervisor.

I have a inmate supervisor.

Oh, please.

Just give me back inmate Sweat

and you won't have any problems with output.

I have no interest in relitigating this issue.

I had a look at the productivity stats

and I think the best candidate is Mr. Lobell.

Lobell?

Do you have any idea what his nickname is?

No, and it's against Corcraft policy

to even mention a nickname.

Well, it's Murder.

Murder.

His numbers are good.

He hasn't had an infraction in three years.

And Kurt and I are in agreement on this.

Kurt? Where is that guy?

He's the fucking Wizard of Oz.

Mr. Lobell?

You've been promoted.

Promoted?

I have?

To what?

There are only two jobs in here:

worker or supervisor.

So I'm a supervisor?

Bad.

Thank you.

I had nothing to do with it.

So how do I get started?

I can't do your job for you,

which is clearly what you want.

Okay, look, well...

anything involving a straight stitch, I'm good.

I've done pockets. I've done belt loops.

I'm a little weak on buttons and zippers.

So if you give me a crash course on those,

I think I can figure it out.

Inmate Sweat...

was better at his job than anybody I've ever seen,

and he got fired for no reason.

So while you go around trying to replicate all the things

he did to be so successful at his job,

you think about that.

Go see Mr. Lambert.

You're grade four now.

Congratulations.

Lambert.

I'm grade four now.

Okay.

So, what happens?

Mrs. Mitchell will take care of that.

Well, she told me to come over here, so...

All right, well, I'll mark it down.

No.

Let me see your needle.

Can you get that to inmate Sweat?

Mm-hmm.

I never even got to say goodbye to him.

You okay?

Just make sure he gets that note.

Promise you won't read it.

On my skin.

Oh, shit!

That's what I'm talking about.

Hey, bro. You got any matches?

No.

Lighter?

Just trying to read.

What you reading?

"Call of the Wild"?

Shit, fucked up what happens to that wolf.

When it gets to that part when he finds Thornton laying there

after those Indians kill him...

Yo! I'm not fucking finished yet.

Shit. I'm sorry.

You guys into something here?

We was just talking about "Call of the Wild."

You read it?

No.

"White Fang"?

Made a good movie out of that.

Yo, can you leave?

Holy shit.

What's this?

Holy shit.

Yeah, it's real sweet.

You read it?

Yo, what the fuck is this?

Just write her back.

No.

Come on, man.

Write her back. She might start bringing you shit.

I just lost my job and my cell.

I'm not doing shit.

Got it, baby! Yeah!

Let me tell you something, man.

Every time I look out the window from the tailor shop

and I see the town...

I see myself out there

standing in the street.

I got it to the point now where I can see

my own fucking shadow.

Understand what I'm saying?

No.

Hmm, all right.

You have a civilian employee writing you love notes.

And you're not gonna do anything about it?

That's not cool.

It's a two-point game.

Pass the scissors.

Did you give him my note?

Yeah.

Is he gonna write back?

Said he will.

You don't like him, do you?

Who?

Lobell.

Ugh, he doesn't like me.

He's slowing down production.

I can talk to him.

Murder.

Hacksaw.

You and the boss lady not getting along, huh?

What the fuck you care?

I don't.

I just feel the energy in the room.

You know she's a racist bitch.

I ain't got time for all this office politics bullshit.

Well, she's old. She's a civilian.

She's surrounded by us.

If you ask me,

she's just fucking scared out of her mind.

Get the fuck out of here.

Hey, she made you captain.

Yeah.

She won't even teach me the fucking job.

What did he say?

I told him if he's nice to the boss lady,

the boss lady will be nice to him.

Mmm.

If not,

I'll rip his lungs out and drink his blood.

Ah, that's your son, the Airman.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Matt, back to your station.

Senior Airman or Sergeant already?

Airman first class.

God bless him.

You got kids?

I got two girls.

What time is it?

Maybe get a massage, ever thought about that?

Oh, my God, great idea.

You know what, I head a wise person once say,

you know, your car needs an oil change.

Your body needs a massage.

Think today's gonna be a good day.

What do you think?

Be a hell of a lot better if Eileen Mulvini had a stroke

so I could do my damn job.

What did she do?

You name it.

All right, move on. Do a new bundle.

Nice, Howard.

Aww.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Thank you.

You get to talk to them?

Well, I keep in touch with the older one, Janet.

Uh, Maria... the younger one...

I haven't talked to in six years.

Why?

Well, Maria lives in Mexico with her mother, Rita.

And we're not allowed to make international calls from here.

That's not fair.

Even on their birthday?

Who said life was fair, right?

Is this her number?

Last one I had.

You mind if I...

Uh-uh.

I mean, I'm not saying I'm a perfect person

- or this, that, and the other. - Who is?

Right, but when Bradley was running Corcraft,

none of this shit went on.

Okay.

I know she's not perfect, all right?

But I'm sure if you asked her,

she'd say I have my faults, too.

And I could say the same about you, Dennis.

All right, just take it easy.

Yeah, yeah.

Nobody knows about a marriage

except the people in the marriage,

and sometimes even they don't know.

Hello... Hello?

Is... Is...

Hello, is this Rita?

I'm calling for Rita. Is this Rita?

I'm... I'm a friend of Richard Matt's.

I have a message.

Um...

I'm sorr... I... I don't speak Spanish.

So, no hablo.

No ha... No habla.

I'm sorry, um, I have a message,

and it's for Maria, who is his daughter.

He misses you both.

And he's in jail, but he's okay.

I take care of him. I'm his friend.

Yes.

Yeah, I'm his amigo.

He's okay.

Yes.

I hope you understand what I said.

Okay.

Please tell Maria.

Bye.

Oh, come on, Joyce!

The quotas are your responsibility.

I'm not fucking Rumpelstiltskin.

I can't spin straw into gold.

That's not my job.

Well, that's why you have Mr. Lobell.

Well, I told you he wasn't suitable.

And how many times have you trained with him?

The same as everybody else.

Once.

That's not enough.

Yeah, that's not enough.

Really, Kurt?

Really, why don't you go talk to him?

He's got three teardrop tattoos.

That means three bodies.

Come on, Kurt. Let's go.

Inmate Matt! Inmate Howard!

Come with me to tailor nine!

What do you need them for?

A goddamn interlocker's broken.

Quit watching me like a fucking hungry hawk.

Okay.

Okay, here. Can you get this to Gomez?

Help him get set up.

We gotta give you some spools.

I did it.

I called Rita.

I talked to her.

I told her to tell Maria that you love her

and that your life is good here and that I take care of you.

Oh, here.

Here.

It was kinda interesting calling Mexico.

You lived there?

Yeah.

Most beautiful country in the world.

Mmm.

Never cold.

Can I shake your hand?

Sure.

I don't know how to thank you, but thank you.

Here, you'd better get back.

Yeah.

Yo, I ain't got shit.

Baby, don't tell them that.

- Ah! - I got you right now.

Hey, guys, can you be a little quieter, please?

What? Hey.

Man, shut your punk ass up, meat.

I got a play.

Something that you can't do.

Now what? Now what? Now what?

Guys!

Yo, get that nigga.

Yeah, get him.

Yo, please, please.

Hey, what's up, boy?

What's up?

What time is our lockdown?

Same time it is every night.

Okay, just asking.

Are you okay?

Yeah, but I'm fucking done here, man.

If I kill one of these motherfuckers...

I gotta get off the flats.

Hey, well...

at least you're working in the library now.

It's quiet there.

There's fucking dudes jerking off in there.

No shit?

They look at the National Geographics.

They stop every ten seconds to see if a C.O. is looking.

I can't stand the fucking suspense.

Don't follow me.

Hey, do you still have that photo of Tilly's dogs?

The ones you were drawing?

What?

The photo of Tilly's dogs?

Can I have it?

She wants it back.

Hey, yo, Mikey!

She does?

Get your punk ass right there.

Look, it would be great timing if you were able

to get me that transfer order, like, right now.

Did my mother write that letter

like she said she was going to this time?

She fucking what?

Bro, that's not even true.

You think I'm dumb enough to bring a fucking hunting knife

to elementary school?

I was, like, nine years old.

She put that in a fucking letter?

She was supposed to tell them I'm not violent,

which I'm not, so how hard is that, man?

I'm on the fucking honor block.

My record in here is fucking spotless.

Fuck.

Yo.

How's it going?

With what?

You know.

No, I don't know.

How's it going with Tilly?

What the fuck do you care?

Is she gonna bring in those lights

that you were talking about?

Yeah, she's gonna bring me the lights,

and she's gonna bring me anything I fucking want.

Really?

Don't you and your buddy, Reggie,

have a fucking book club downstairs?

Lock in. Rec's over.

Ready for the count.

All right, look.

Look.

I don't appreciate when I try to help somebody

and they don't give a shit.

You're on the wrong gallery, punk.

Lock the fuck in.

Hey, did you get to the part where Thornton walks in...

Fuck off.

Man, fuck you.

Yo, I'm gonna sneak by you.

Pardon me, bro.

Yo, pardon me.

Yo. Yo.

Talk to Hacksaw real quick?

Go ahead, man.

So, okay.

"So, okay," what?

No, I'm in.

I want in.

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

Bro.

If that hookup is like you say it is,

then I'm in.

So you wanna be part of my dream.

Yes.

Say it.

I want the dream.

I want the dream.

What the fuck is that?

That's not what I said.

Okay, fine.

I wanna be a part of your dream.

Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

So tell me what the fuck you got going on.

With what?

Bro, I just said the fucking thing.

Tell me what you got.

I tell you what we got.

We're busting the fuck out of here.

That's what we've got.

Mr. Lambert.

Have at it.

Mrs. Mitchell.

I'm having a hard time here with the pockets

and the hole stitching.

You see right here?

What?

That's for you.

Your tension's off.

Okay.

Attention, gentlemen!

Anyone's light burnt out at their workstation?

Raise your hands.

Inmate Matt, can you help me in the back room?

Yeah, come.

Yeah.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Really?

Oh, it looks like them.

It looks just like them.

You know,

it's just my way of saying thank you

for reconnecting me with my daughter.

Well, I wanted to do that for you.

That was a big risk you took for me.

That part of it was fun.

You're fun.

My husband never looks at me.

Baby.

Mmm.

I want to paint pretty pictures for you.

But I wanna do them right.

On stretched canvas.

Mmm.

And make frames.

But I need better tools.

What do you need?

Hacksaw blades.

Hacksaw blades.

Yeah.