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Lights out!

Good night, cocksuckers!

And sock fuckers!

I said lights out.
Now.

Hacksaw.

Hacksaw.

Oh, God.

Oh, yeah.

You motherfucker.

Tonight.

Tonight.

- I want a donut.
- We're gonna be late.

We've been late two times
this month already.

I don't care.
I want a fucking donut.

Okay.

Mark my words,
we're gonna hear about it.

Lyle, stop being
such a fucking pussy.

I'm not a fucking pussy.

Iced latte, light.

Uh, give me a cruller
and a Boston cream.

Okay.

What kind of bitch drink
is that?

Fuck you, Joyce.
They're good.

Plus, it's summer.

A high of 70,
you call that summer?

Two thirty-five.

Thank you.

I got you a Boston cream.

Thanks.

Whoo.

Open the gate.

Come on, move it along!

Come on!

What do you feel like
for dinner tonight?

I'm in the mood
for something spicy.

I don't know.

I was thinking, uh,
maybe a little King's Wok.

Get a little moo shu in ya?

I don't care. Here.

Hot flashes.

Goddamn this
fucking menopause.

T-Tell them we're here.

Here, you know what, Lyle,
put this in the car.

- All right.
- Wait, give me my bag.

- You're making me late.
- I--What--

Good morning.

Hi. Sorry.

Okay.

Oh, is that so?
Because it is racist.

- It's not.
- It is, Odell.

How can a drawing
even be racist?

It's a drawing.

If you think it's racist,

maybe you should think
about it yourself.

Maybe you the racist.

- I'm Puerto Rican.
- So am I.

Hey, yo, Hacksaw.
What you think?

Is this racist?

No, right?

Ah, thank you.

Yo, whatever,
I ain't even make that shit.

What y'all getting into
this weekend?

Y'all--y'all gonna
hit the yard?

It's supposed to rain
Sunday.

Hmm.

- Paint?
- Paint.

Me and my lady were talking
about going up to Montreal,

maybe buy some antiques.

You wouldn't
even if we could.

You've never bought me
anything.

- Yes, I did.
- What did you get me?

You always said
you was gonna get me a TV,

and you never did that.

- Why you always got to fight?
- You heard him.

He said he was gonna get one
for me.

Where's Blake?

Bid out to commissary.

I'm Kevin LeGros.

Joyce Mitchell,
but everybody calls me Tilly.

Yeah, that attire
is inappropriate.

Review the manual
before you dress on Monday.

It's hot.

You want to break my balls?

I got a sweatshirt in the car.

Put it on at lunchtime.

Top of the morning, sir.

Lose the glasses.

Yes, sir.

Top of the morning,
Mrs. Mitchell.

Can I have a word?

We're leaving tonight.

Midnight.

Okay.

It's a beautiful thing.

I'm just nervous.

Hey, that'll go away as soon
as we hit the road, okay?

- Believe me.
- You!

- Punch the fucking clock.
- Yes, sir.

On the tools!

- Hey, Kilo.
- What's up?

I heard Murder is coming out
of the box today.

I'd like a word with him,
if you can.

- A word?
- Yeah.

All right,
I got your number.

Okay.

Hold it up.

Let's go.

Okay, move it up.

Move it up.

Hold it right there.

All right.
Here we go.

Fried chicken Friday.

Yo, how's our girl?

Nervous.

Nervous, like how?

- Hmm?
- Nervous, like how?

Nervous.
What do you want?

Bro, what exactly
did she say?

I believe...

her exact words were,
"I am nervous."

Hey, Thomas, let me have
the banana right there

and orange juice, yeah.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Take it easy.

Bro, you think
I need to talk to her?

I mean, maybe seeing
my face would help.

Bro, she's nervous.

I'm nervous.

It's fucking normal.

Hacksaw's a bitch!

Who the fuck is that?

He just got out of the box.

I guess he's planning
on stabbing me or something.

Hey, yo, my man,

you gonna let that nigger
talk to you like that?

Shut the fuck up, pedo.

Hey, yo,
go fuck yourself, chump!

I'll go fuck myself
after you suck my dick.

Yeah, all right, keep running
your come dumpster,

and I'ma wire it shut, faggot.

Yo, fucking chill out, bro.

Listen, AB, Dirty Dogs,
we ready to ride.

We ain't letting
this monkey shit rock.

Good, good.
Hey.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yeah, tomorrow.

The fuck you looking at?

Your pussy ass.
Fuck you, bitch.

Fuck you, pussy, we can get
this shit out of the way now.

Sit down!

Get back to your seat!

Shut up!

So, uh...

where you at
on the King's Wok idea?

Oh, my God, Lyle, fine.

We'll eat at fucking
King's Wok.

Okay.

Sounds good.

Have a good weekend, guys.

Yeah.

See you, Lyle, Joyce.

Have a good one.

You know, Dennis said
he knows that new guy.

Up from Auburn.

He giving you trouble?

I don't want to talk about it.

I mean, it makes sense.

All those COs at Auburn
are so, uh, by-the-book.

You know, try having
a personality, you know?

My dad says they got
so many mice up there

that every prisoner
has his own cat.

But he's been known
to embellish the truth.

Hey.

Yeah?

Got a little hooch?

I'm out.

Well, I need to say something.

I, um...

I feel bad about...

...about how I acted,
about, uh, the meat

and, uh, Tilly
and everything.

Okay.

So yeah.

Want a little drink?

Well...

You ever think
about leaving town?

I'm playing the Fuzzy Duck
in Morrisonville this weekend.

Oh.

No, I mean, leave for real.

Oh, come on, you...

You see me hanging around
in Little Siberia

once I get the fuck out of here
and get my pension?

Okay.

Keep it.

Thank you.

So...

where would you go?

Seattle.

- Seattle.
- Seattle.

Yeah, it's beautiful up there.

Good music scene.

Hendrix is from there.

Man...

you must really
like the cold.

Well, I grew up in the cold.

Nah, you should go somewhere
with a beach.

The beach.

The beach?

You see me
in a pair of shorts?

- Well...
- What?

Turn around.

You are a fucking sick
motherfucker, you know that?

Yo.

All right.

Have a good weekend.

- Hey, Gene.
- Yeah?

You're a good man.

See you Monday.

Yo.

Yeah?

Get some rest.

Okay.

On the yard.

Wake up.

Yeah, I'm up.

You trying me, punk?

Just your luck too.

I'm on a double today.

Come on! Let's go!

Let's go!

Man, that fucking prick.

I am so glad
we're leaving on his shift.

Hey.

Look, I think we should
skip yard today.

Why?

Murder. We don't want
to start any fucking trouble.

I don't give a shit
about him.

I'm gonna get me a calzone.

Yo, Hacksaw!

Yeah, he better come
downstairs, man.

Yo.

We got a date on the yard.

I'm fucking waiting.
Let's go.

I'll be right down.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna talk to him.

All right, let's go.
Move along.

Shit.

Come on now.
We ain't got all day.

Come on.
Let's go, ladies.

On the yard.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.

- What's up, Pops?
- Yo, what up, man?

This is our yard.

Yo, Murder!
Let's get it, bitch!

Teach this motherfucking
nigger some respect.

Respect!
It's about respect, fellas!

- That's right, bitch!
- Shit.

I'm talking to you!
Let's get it, punk!

Man, shut your fucking
inbred mouth.

AB for life.

Let's show these niggers
who run this show.

- Who runs this place?
- Come get it, pussy.

These monkeys think
they fucking run this house.

Shit.

I'ma make you my slave, boy.

Let's get this shit cracking,
white boy.

Let's get it, bitch!

Down! Get on
the fucking ground now!

Guards.

Guard post to control.

We have a fight in the north
yard, corridor west.

Yeah.

Level two, north yard,
corridor west.

Level two,
north yard, corridor west.

You getting this?

Get down!
Get down!

Shit, shit, shit!

Level two, north yard.

Yeah.

Are you looking
at your monitor?

Yeah, did you discharge
chemical agents?

- Three rounds.
- Is this gang-related?

I sent you an email
with all the shit

that we've been dealing with
in the last week.

Yeah, I'm looking at it now.

I think we got to
lock it down.

All right,
I'm calling Albany now.

Sit tight.

You know, I read that
the letters on the, uh,

Chinese restaurant don't
necessarily mean the same thing

in Chinese as the English
name of the restaurant.

What?

Like those letters
don't necessarily mean

"King's Wok."

Could mean, uh,
"happy, lucky place."

That's what I heard.

Could be.

Either way,
it's great chow mein.

Maybe after dinner
we go to the, uh, Dairy Queen.

Get a Blizzard.

I mean, Chinese doesn't
do much for desserts,

is what got me thinking.

They give you that
little orange, but, uh,

that doesn't do much for me.

Watch the blood.

Hey, watch it, this guy's
pissing all over himself.

They could
keep us here all night.

- You got it?
- Yep, I'm ready.

We're fucked.

Here we go.
Watch out.

We're only fucked
if there's a lockdown, bro.

Hi, what can I get youse?

You got Dos Equis?

- Of course.
- Mm.

For you, sir?

Well, I'm driving,
so I'll have a Sprite,

and, uh, I'm ready to order.

Uh, pork dumplings,
orange chicken.

I'll have steamed chicken
and broccoli.

Okay, right away.

You order a Mexican beer
at a Chinese restaurant?

Let's go,
everybody on their feet.

Listen up, you're gonna leave
your belongings on the ground.

You only move when
an officer instructs you.

You're gonna put
your hands on your hand

and interlock your fingers.

Stare at the head
in front of you.

Rogers, escort the go-back.
Get 'em out of here.

All right, let's go, fellas.

Stand by for the B block
go-back.

Watch the blood.

They're moving,
out on the move.

Okay, they're coming up
towards you.

Hold them up.

Lockdown?

Albany said no
'cause of too much overtime.

Get 'em moving.

No shit.

Hands on your head.

Lyle, wash your hands.

Go.

Here you go.

Where--where's
my husband's Sprite?

Oh, sorry.

On the fucking noise.

Straight to your holes.

I am not fucking around.
What are you looking at?

Let's go.
Straighten this line out.

Sorry.

Penny for your thoughts?

Remember when, uh, goldfish
used to come in, like,

a little Chinese
takeout carton?

Before they used
the plastic bags?

I don't know, Lyle.

That's how I remember it.

Fish store used to give them
to you in a little box.

I used to get
little turtles

when I went to the circus
when I was a kid.

Little tiny turtles
with a little turtle pool

with a little
plastic palm tree.

And there was
that little clown.

Bobo, Bobo.

Not Bozo.

That was the one with, uh,
with the show.

And it was Ringling Brothers.

Ringling Brothers
and Barnum & Bailey.

They had elephants,

which is probably illegal now.

What?

Here you go.

Thank God.
I'm starving.

Here you go.

This is good.
You want some?

You okay?

What's wrong?

Tilly?

You okay?

- Cupcake, you okay?
- I'm having--

I'm having
a heart attack, Lyle.

I am.

Let me call 911.
Give me the phone.

No, I'll be dead
before they get here.

I got to pay.
Uh, let me settle up.

Sit tight.
Excuse me, excuse me.

Uh, my wife's having
a heart attack.

I've got to take her
to the hospital.

I don't want to die
in a Chinese restaurant.

No, no, no, no time.

Get some fresh air.

Oh, no.

I'm gonna--go, go!
Faster!

I can't breathe.

I got you.

And how much
had you eaten

before you felt the attack?

She hadn't eaten
in many hours.

Thank you, Mr. Mitchell.

Let Mrs. Mitchell answer.

Why do I feel so bad?

If they used MSG in the food,
there could be a reaction,

or just something spicy
you're not used to.

No, we eat there all the time.
Food's the same.

Come away satisfied.
Never anything like this.

In the last few months,
have you experienced

any periods of unusual
exhaustion?

I get tired at work.

From work.

How about
in the last 72 hours?

That's three days.

I'm asking if you felt
unusually tired.

I-I think so, yeah.

Seemed normal to me.

Talk to me about stress.

Anything stressful lately?

No.

Just the usual.

Well, that can be hard
for people up here.

Is it hard for you?

Is it making you feel
all stressed out?

Yes, definitely.

And you don't
remember feeling anything

like this panicky feeling
before?

- Well, maybe.
- Maybe yes?

I think I've been
panicking a lot.

And keeping it to yourself.

We'll wait for
the lab tests to come back,

but I'm gonna
give you something

to calm you down enough
to get some sleep.

Thank you, Doctor.

And what do you think it is?

Well, what we want to do

is rule out
everything we can,

and when we do, what's left
that we can't rule out

is probably the reason
your heart started racing.

And then we'll do what we can
to eliminate the cause.

And then you'll be fine.

Oh, fuck.

David. David! Help.

What time is it?

- Almost midnight.
- Oh, God.

Come on.
Get moving.

I feel torn.

I-I want--I want to stay here
with you,

but the dogs need to eat.

I-I don't have to go
if you don't want me to.

It's your choice.

You don't look good.
It's-it's okay.

They-they can wait
until morning, right?

Oh, no, they haven't eaten
in a long time.

So you want me to go?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Okay, that's just
the panic attack talking.

All right? I-I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna go.

You're a--
you're a good man,

Lyle Mitchell.

Whatever they're giving you,

have 'em give you some
to take home.

Okay.

Be good for the doctor
while I'm gone.

Good-bye.

Beddy-bye time.

Uh, name and date
of birth, please?

Joyce Mitchell,
March 3, 1964.

I'm s-so scared.
Am I gonna die?

No, no, no, no, no.

This is gonna make you
feel much better, okay?

Okay, just give me your hand.

I'm just gonna push this in.

And very quickly,

you're gonna feel
right as rain.

Might feel a little tickle
going in.

Oh.

Ooh, wow.

There we go.

Panic be gone.

Ah.

Is this what
Michael Jackson felt like?

You're terrible.

I am...

I am terrible.

Car.

Bro, just walk.

Be a person.

Yo.

Bro!

Yo, what the fuck
are you doing?

It's a Bronco.

Hey, what the fuck
is going on?

What are you two doing?

Oh, man, I'm sorry.
I apologize.

What are you motherfuckers
doing in my yard?

No, no, we were
on the wrong street.

We were just cutting through.

Wrong street, right.
Get the fuck out of here.

It's okay.
My bad.

What time is it?

It's 12:09.

I told her midnight.

Maybe she's not coming.

I'm serious.

Okay.
We got two options.

We can either go back,
or we go into the mountains.

Go back?

She got nervous.
We build her back up.

We do it next week.

I'm not going back
in a fucking pipe.

No.

Then we go
into the mountains.

Mountains?
Fuck the mountains.

Let's steal a car.
Let's stick to the plan.

We're not gonna steal a car.
They all got fucking GPS now.

Besides, we're only 20 miles
from Canada.

We can walk in.

Fuck Canada.

What time is it?

It's 12:11.

Okay, we go into the mountains.

We lay low for a few weeks.

Then we cross into Canada.

That's not the plan.

What about West Virginia?

That's where
she was gonna pick us up.

No matter what, we got to go
into the mountains.

Maybe we should go back in.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Let's steal a fucking car.

We got to go west
into the mountains.

They're not gonna
find us there.

We lay low for a few weeks,
let everything calm down,

and when we get to Route 11,
then we get a car.

Then we go wherever the fuck
we want.

We did it, bro.

Look.

We're fucking free!

We're like fucking
Neil Armstrong

and Buzz Aldrin or whatever.

Nobody's done this shit
in 86 years.

I looked it up.

Now we got five hours
till anyone knows we're gone.

I'm gonna smoke a cigarette,

and I'm gonna walk
down the street.

Shh!

- Ahh!
- Be calm, bro.

Calm.