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With every bill that comes in,

you know, he might murder me.

You-- no, you cook him dinner,

you turn down the lights, light some candles,

then leave the credit card statement on the table.

- Oh, yeah, that's good. - No, it's--you have your job.

It's to make it look good-- oh, speaking of which,

I know you have your heart set on a bench swing,

but came back rocking chairs.

- For the porch? - Yeah, come on.

I don't know. It just--it feels

a little Cracker Barrel to me.

What, it's not like there's gonna be

peanut shells next to it.

Just, that one feels a little on the nose.

Where are you from?

I'm sorry?

Oh.

Where are you from?

Oh, I've got a house on Saranac Lake.

Mm.

Oh, yup, so you're summer people.

Well, technically she's the summer person.

I'm her decorator.

My family's lived up here for 300 years.

- Oh. - Oh, cool.

Yeah, I can see why. This town is so cute.

- Oh, my God. - Mm-hmm.

We went to that barbecue place last night,

and they gave us free peach cobbler.

Oh, yeah, that's good.

- It was so good. - It was amazing.

Ooh, you know what? Uh, before I forget,

I need you to pick out fabric for those two couches

facing each other in the living room.

- Thank you. - Yep.

This is a shrine to my car baby.

Maya's my human baby, but this is my car baby.

Jeff wants to do the garage

'cause that's his private space.

However, I would like to do the bedroom

'cause that's our private space.

Ninety-five percent of my time

in the bedroom, I'm unconscious.

Who cares what it looks like?

So how are they going to react

when they find out

that's not going to happen?

Oh, my goodness.

They're fucked.

It's totally created, man.

That's how they build the tension.

That's how the show works.

- Really? - Mm.

That motherfucker Scary Gary.

Uh...

he's crazy, you know?

He wakes up every night screaming

at three in the morning

like clockwork.

I bet that's something from his childhood.

Well,

you know, I was thinking...

...you can help David get back in his old cell.

We just got him out of there.

How the fuck is that gonna look?

Well,

you threw him out.

You can throw him back in.

I don't know.

That's what I thought you'd say.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

Uh, where can I find things to cut with?

- Saws and things? - Oh, over here.

What kind of saw?

Um, I can find it.

Ah, easier if I show you.

What are you cutting?

Uh, it's actually for a friend.

What's he cutting? Or she?

Uh, wood.

Crosscut?

Sure.

Can I show you the differences?

No. No, thanks.

You sure?

Ooh, this is what I need.

- Great. - Okay.

You know these are hacksaws, right?

Just ring them up.

Okay.

All right, that'll be $28.21.

Mm.

Do you want to put something back?

Just put it on this card.

Okay.

And would you like a receipt?

No.

All right, we're good. We're good. We're good.

We're good, yeah.

Lyle, sorry I'm late.

I had to get some hamburg for...

Yo.

Any luck on that cell swap?

Well,

I talked to Gene.

Good.

What'd he say?

Right, he says he's, uh, working on it.

Okay, what does that mean?

What'd you say to him?

I'm handling it.

Fire! Get out now!

Hey, yo, that's Six Company, guard.

Oh, shit, yo.

Calm down. Get back.

- Move back. - Move back.

Quiet down, guys. Come on, quiet down.

Lyle!

Come on! You're making me late.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Yeah, yeah. Hang on, hang on.

Morning.

Okay.

Oh, Gene. Good.

I'm leaving some hamburg in the freezer for Ricky Matt.

If you could drop it off to him after work, that'd be great.

Hmm. Why?

For keeping the peace in the shop.

Thanks, Gene.

Hey, big fella.

Gene.

- Thanks, Bo. - Yeah, buddy.

Hey, Gene.

Walking on 6, walking on 6.

Knock, knock.

Special delivery.

Here. Your meat.

Want me to put it in the fridge for ya?

Nah, I think I'll cook it now.

Oh, look at that.

Somebody burned Scary Gary's cell.

Now he's off the block.

- Yep. - Hmm.

I guess a lot of people don't like that guy.

Want some meat loaf?

No, thank you.

No, me and Ruth, we're going to Buffalo Wild Wings.

Nice.

Hey, I got you. Yeah, come on, man. Nah.

Shit.

Yo, they said it'd be ready.

It's almost done, homey, but you can come in, though.

Piccolo.

Go get me that recipe for meat loaf from Raul.

Andale, ándale, ándale.

Nice work.

Thank you.

Welcome back.

Fuck 'em!

[The Doobie Brothers' "Long Train Runnin'

playing on headphones]

Are they working, what I bought ya?

Yeah.

Just finished a new frame last night.

Good.

Excuse me.

Damn, okay.

Yo.

What do you need, Odell?

Uh, give me a couple seam rippers.

Okay.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You know every winter you hear about some guy

who drops dead of a heart attack

shoveling his driveway? I always think,

"Why the hell can't that ever be Lyle?"

Ah, shit!

I dropped my paint. Fuck.

No fucking way!

It wasn't dead. I'm not lying.

He turns around. He shoots it again--oh.

- Hi, how you folks doing? - Good.

Good? Can I start you off with something to drink?

- I'll have a Bud Light. - Bud Light.

- Bud Light here too. - Sure.

I'll take a Bud Light in the bottle.

Yeah, no problem. And for you, ma'am?

How much is a margarita?

- Ooh. - $5.50.

Fan-cy!

Oh, bartender even know how to do that?

Yeah, we're Tex-Mex.

If the lady wants a margarita, she can have a margarita.

All right, sounds good.

I'll be right back with that.

All right, thanks, babe.

I'm gonna put some money in the jukebox.

What do you want to hear? Kiss? Iggy Pop?

- ZZ Top. - Z--

No! Not ZZ Top.

Lyle?

I don't know, uh, Igby?

Igby? Igby?

Lyle's not really a music person.

- I'm a news and weather guy. - Okay.

Right, something's always changing.

Keeps me on my toes.

Hey, Tilly, want to give me a hand?

- ZZ Top? - Who the fuck is Igby?

What's with the meat?

Huh?

For Matt.

Oh, I told you.

He had a good month in the shop.

You shouldn't be doing that.

That's why I asked you.

Ask someone else next time.

Hey.

How long have you been in?

I'm serious.

Twelve years.

This is the first time in 12 years

nobody knows where you are.

Shh.

Don't touch it.

- Why not? - Because...

we don't know who uses it yet.

I think this way's south.

But we should split up, cover more ground that way.

Okay. Fine by me.

Let's meet back here in 20.

Just trying to get the fucking DTV fixed

before next week so I don't lose

the whole week of buck season.

I got to get this broken piece of shit fixed.

It's always something.

Uh-huh.

What's wrong?

Ah, sorry, man.

Just...

should I go take a nap?

What, man?

You think I give a shit?

Take it or don't.

And then you promise you'll wait?

Go take a fucking nap. Nothing's gonna happen.

- All right. - And I'm next.

Two hours, then we switch.

You got it.

Here's where I was.

Mm.

Where were you?

Yo.

I was under the laundry room there.

That's a lot further.

I know.

Top of the morning to ya.

Let me put it in.

Just the tip.

Let me put the tip in.

Wait. Ah. No, no, no, no, no.

- Let me put the tip in. - I don't know.

Let me put the tip in.

- What's wrong? - I feel guilty.

I saw him.

Who, Lyle?

No, David.

- David? - I mean, I miss him.

I know...

- I know it's weird, but-- - No, no, no, no, no.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

I know I... I'm being a real girl about it,

but I can't help it.

Spit in my hand.

Oh.

He doesn't know about us, right?

Fuck.

Shit.

Socks.

Well, if somebody helped me do the laundry,

maybe you wouldn't have to wear the same pair

of socks two days in a row.

Motherfuck.

Mother...fucker.

Yo! Fuck.

Jesus.

Hey, man, uh,

I gotta tell you something.

I fucked Tilly, all right?

And, uh, I've been fucking her.

But now she feels guilty.

Not because she's fucking around on her husband,

but she feels guilty...

...because of her feelings for you.

She told me that.

Okay.

So what the fuck do I care?

She's ours, bro.

Okay?

Let me have one of your shirts.

What?

Give me one of your shirts.

What the fuck are you talking about?

We got a bitch in heat, and I want her

to smell you, motherfucker.

All right?

Give me one of your shirts.

I wanna turn this from a two-way into a three-way.

That way...

...we got her on our side

in a permanent way.

Huh?

So...

...let me have one of your shirts.

I'll give her the shirt.

All right.

Look at these. These pants are ruined.

What are you saying?

What? Come on. The zipper's on the inside.

Oh, shit.

- Wow. - We're already behind.

Now we gotta spend three days fixing your mistake?

Who did you have on quality control?

Thought that's what you did.

Lyle.

I'll deal with you later.

I need to talk to Matt.

Inmate Matt.

Come with me.

Go ahead.

- Okay, what's up? - What's up with me?

What's up with you?

Painting my dogs

and giving them to my wife

like, um, you're some kind of Picasso?

Oh, okay.

- So you found the painting. - Yeah.

Hidden...

in the corner of our bedroom.

Wow, buddy, there's nothing going on--

No, look, I'm not your buddy.

Okay. Okay.

The painting. Of course I did it.

She thought it'd be a fun present for you

for your anniversary.

Supposed to be a surprise.

A present?

Your wife kind of looks out for me in there.

So when she said she wanted to do something special for you--

For-for our-our anniversary?

Yeah, and she knows how tight things are.

She didn't want to spend any money.

Showed me a picture of the dogs, and I painted it.

Shit.

Shit.

She's a good woman, Lyle.

She loves you, and you love her too.

Yeah.

All right, would you-- would you do me a favor?

- Sure. - Uh...

no more gifts.

Uh, she could get in a lot of trouble for that.

On my children, Lyle.

Sure.

Shoot, shoot.

- Okay, see ya around. - Yeah, yeah.

What was that about?

- He found the painting. - Jesus.

What did you say?

It doesn't matter. He bought it, okay?

What did you say?

He's a good guy.

Lyle? Jesus.

I can show 'em to you when they're done.

Might be a nice little gift for the lady.

Hey, you mind if I say hi to my shop boss real quick?

Hey.

Hear you've been doing all right at the shop.

Fuck off.

It's all right.

But I miss smelling you.

Here, this is for you.

Sorry I never wrote back.

Mm.

Yo, let's go.

Not tonight.

What?

I need rest.

Fuck. Fuck.

Man.

Oh, fuck.

Ah, fuck.

Let's go, let's go.

Okay, um, so that's the laundry building, right?

That's where I was last time.

Yeah.

Which means, I think,

I'm somewhere around here.

- No shit. - Yeah.

Except right below where I'm standing,

there's a fucking brick wall.

- You guys all right? - Yeah, we're good.

Break on through, bro.

Break on through.

With what?

I don't have a tool.

I would need a sledgehammer or something, bro.

You think that's the only wall we're gonna run into?

Hmm?

These are just obstacles, man.

There's a toolbox down there, huh.

You know how to pick a lock?

Yeah.

I thought so.

Come on.

I'm gonna let you recover. You look like shit.

Palmer.

He's not feeling good.

- What's that? - Fuck.

- He's not feeling good. - What's wrong?

Sorry, bro. Woke up feeling like shit.

I'm not your bro.

Fuck.

Wow. I know what I want to do when I grow up.

- Oh, yeah? - I'm gonna bottle your scent.

You know what I'm gonna call it?

Nope.

No Sweat...

...by Ricky Matt.

It's gonna cost you.

I find myself coming up with excuses

to ride to work alone

so I could spend the time thinking

of things that you could do to me.

I want to know more about your fantasies.

If it helps, my bedspread is red

and the headboard has bars you can hold on to.

Cupcake!

- What? - NCIS is starting.

I'll be right down.

I miss...

sucking your...

sweet dick.

Maybe we can arrange a get-together

sometime soon.

Love, Tilly.

Come on. Who wants to go watch our show?

Come on. You're missing your show.

Come on.

Let's go.

Hey, man.

Am I crazy,

or is it hotter in here?

It's a fucking steam pipe.

Heats the whole goddamn prison.

And that's the wall.

It's the outer wall

of the whole prison.

Seven feet

of reinforced concrete.

Yeah.

Yeah.

If we make it through in less than five years,

we're fucking lucky.

Okay.

Okay.

So you want to take turns?

Give me that fucking thing.

Okay.

Hey.

What are you gonna do with those?

Handle's too long.

One day when we get out of here,

I got a place all set up for us.

Yeah?

Mexico.

I know my way around down there.

Hey, you're being careful, right?

About what you say to her?

Yeah.

Okay 'cause we got holes in our cells now.

And we can't just go to a CO and say, "Hey,

can I get a new one?

Mine's got a hole in it."

That's funny, David.

Here you go.

A little Aquafina.

I got good news.

I'm not dying in here.

You're not?

And neither is David.

Okay, well, where are you dying?

Somewhere out there.

Okay.

Hey.

I'm not making picture frames with those hacksaw blades.

You're not?

Holy shit.

Are-are you serious?

Yeah.

You. Me.

David. Mexico.

When?

Five years.

Maybe less.

Mm. Hmm.

Well, I'll check back in with you in a couple of years.

Here. PowerBars for David.

'Cause he looked skinny last time I saw him.

Shh.

Hey.

Don't tell

anybody...