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♪♪

Just eating butter like a popsicle,
huh, Boyle?

Yeah, I know,
I'm spoiling myself,

but I'm depressed.
Or have you forgotten

that Jake, my best friend,
is in prison?

- Wait, Jake's in prison?
- Yeah!

He and Rosa were framed for
a bunch of bank robberies

by Lieutenant Hawkins.

Oh, right.
And where's Gina?

On maternity leave!
We were all at her baby shower

- last week.
- Okay.

And why am I bleeding?

I don't know, Hitchcock.

Oh,
so you don't have all the answers.

I'm bleeding because my
piece-of-crap

son-in-law bit me.

Look, we all miss Jake and
Rosa,

which is why we have to
keep working the case.

There has to be some
way to exonerate them.

I've been looking, but
I can't find anything

- and I don't know what to do.
- "I can't find anything

and I don't know what to do":

- title of your sex tape.
- What is happening

- right now?!
- They caught Hawkins

trying to flee the country.

She confessed to everything,

- and they let me out.
- Oh, my God,

Jake, is it really you?
Are you really here?

You know it, baby.

But first... I gotta
hug my best friend.

- Yeah.
- What?

Welcome back, Peralta.

I just heard from the mayor.

To apologize for what
happened to you,

they're sending you to Disney World.

You and one male guest.

As long as I don't have to go
on any of the scary rides.

- I'd just go for the shows.
- Yeah!

Boyle, Boyle, Boyle!

Boyle, Boyle, Boyle!

Boyle!

Were you dreaming about
Jake again?

Why did you wake me up?!

I told you never to wake me up!

*BROOKLYN NINE-NINE*
Season 05 Episode 01
Title: "The Big House - Part I"

♪♪

♪♪ WESTERN GUITAR CHORDS...

♪♪

Wake up!
Rise and shine!

Good morning, Caleb.

You woke up happy for once.

You're damn right I did.
It's visiting day.

♪♪ UPBEAT WHISTLING MUSIC...

It's visiting day!

Happy visiting day.

Happy visiting day, Tommy.
You excited

for the family to come?
Tino, is Maria on her way?

Miguel, happy visiting day...

And he hung himself.
Oh, my God.

Guard! Guard!

- Hi, hey.
- Hi.

Oh, man, three weeks is
way too long

- between visits.
- I know, I'm so sorry.

It's been so hard to get down
to South Carolina between

work and spending every
free minute on your case.

All right,
that's enough touching.

You used all
the touching time, Amy.

I get 100% of the
goodbye touching time.

- 100%.
- So, Charles, I gotta ask:

- what's going on with your hair?
- Well, it turned white

from the stress, but I
didn't want you to worry,

so I dyed it back to my
normal color

with a splash of Batali.
Do you like it?

So, how's my case going?
Have you found anything

on Hawkins? I've been
working it in here.

You know, when no one's watching.

In my cell. At night. In the dark.

I guess I've been mostly
thinking about it.

We're tracking her 24/7.

You know, watching her men,
combing her old files,

but she's done a great job
at covering her tracks.

We will find something, babe.

I swear.
Don't give up hope, okay?

How are they treating you?
Are you safe?

Yeah,
I'm in protective custody

because everyone in gen
pop hates cops.

I'm not really sure why.
Something about us

locking them in cages

and letting the world pass them by.

So, it sounds

like you're isolated and
haven't had any chance

- to make new friends.
- Well, my cellmate,

- Caleb, is okay.
- Just remember he's in prison.

No matter how small the
crime, people don't change

and don't deserve
second chances.

Charles, relax.
I'm not gonna replace you.

Trust me,
all I've been thinking about

is when you guys are
gonna get down here.

And now you are, and
we can finally talk.

There's an incident

in the yard.
We're going into lockdown.

- Inmates, line up.
- No.

No, no, no, no, no.

I have 50 more minutes.
I need this.

- Back to your cells right now.
- No!

My touching time.

♪♪

Sarge, Captain. Oh, you
guys brought Hitchcock.

Uh, no, we just bumped
into him in the lobby.

- We don't know why he's here.
- Jenny, baby!

I love what prison's
doing to your figure.

Okay. So, how's prison?

Nobody likes cops in here, so
I had to earn their respect

by starting a bunch of riots.
Got thrown in solitary

for a week. What's going
on with your face?

I hate seeing you like this,
so I'm flexing my eyes

real hard to keep from crying.

It's okay, we can still
have a normal conversation.

So... how's the food?

Pay no attention to him, Rosa.
He's very emotional, Rosa.

Why are you saying my
first name?

Well, Rosa, I read an article
in a medical journal

that said one destabilizing aspect

of incarceration is the
constant dehumanization,

Rosa. You need to be reminded

that you're more than
just a number, Rosa.

You are Rosa... Rosa.

- Yup, that fixes prison.
- Is there anything we can do

to help you?
Anything you need done

- on the outside?
- No, I'm good.

- It's not a problem.
- Rosa.

- We're here for you.
- Rosa.

- Whatever you need.
- Rosa.

Okay, I'll come up with a list.

The alarm went off before
we could even talk.

Aw, that's too bad, bud.

But at least you have
people that wanna come

and visit you.
My family hasn't been

to see my since my trial.
You eat nine people

and all of the sudden they "don't know

who you are anymore."

Wait... what?

Did you say "eat people"?
Are you a cannibal, Caleb?

Well, that's not how I
would define myself.

If we're going by what I'm
most passionate about,

I would say that I'm a woodworker.

Why did you think I was
in protective custody?

I don't know, I guess I
hoped you were another cop

wrongly convicted of
crimes you didn't commit.

Nope,
I did all my stuff and more.

There's tons they can't
even trace to me.

The secret is eating the
evidence.

Okay, this is just great.
I don't see anyone

from the outside for
another three weeks

and my only friend here
is a cannibal.

Woodworker.
Look, if you really wanna

talk to people on the outside,

- just get a cell phone.
- Yeah, that'd be great,

- but it's illegal, right?
- There's this guy

in gen pop... Romero.
He can smuggle anything

into this place: phones, drugs,

- big bag of hair.
- Why would you want that?

You know what?
Don't tell me.

The less I know about you, the better.

Okay,
let's find this Romero guy.

Right now?
I really wanna chomp down

- on this meat.
- Caleb...

This is scary.

I don't like being so near gen pop.

It's fine.
It's not like they're

all waiting for an
opportunity to kill us.

I'm sure some of them
are actually nice,

like this gentle giant here.

Hello, sir, what brings
you to the fence today?

Just here to stab you
if you get too close.

Neat. Caleb, remind me

not to stand too close to
the fence.

Will do. Oh, here's Romero.

So, what's up? You need
another bag of hair?

- Yeah.
- No.

We'll talk later.
Same order, though.

I hear you're the man
to talk to

- about getting a cell phone.
- I am.

But it'll cost you.
Phone's 100.

- $100? That's no problem.
- I got no use

for cash. I want 100 soups.

- Soups?
- Yeah, ramen.

They're like a major currency in here.

Really? That is very surprising.

You can't smoke anymore,

so ramen has replaced cigarettes.

- NPR did a big thing on it.
- I thought they sold ramen

- at the prison commissary.
- I don't want commissary soups,

- you stupid little bitch boy.
- Okay, that's fair.

- I deserve that.
- I want flavors

you can only get on the outside...

Chili-lime shrimp,
southwestern chicken...

- Street flavors.
- Picante beef.

Oh, that's my favorite.

Get me picante beef,
bitch boy.

Okay, so I just get some ramen

and then I get a cell phone.
Prison is easy.

You stood too close

- to the fence.
- Yeah, I know, Caleb!

♪♪

Captain,
Diaz sent us a list of favors

she needs us to do for her.
She didn't hold back.

First, she wants us to
move all her furniture

- into storage.
- Okay.

- Then file her taxes for her.
- Really?

And then she wants us
to type up and email

these letters to Pimento
in Argentina.

- Are they sexual in nature?
- Crazy sexual.

But we can't say no. She's behind bars

- and we made a promise.
- Right. You're right.

Oh, also, she's worried
about her motorcycle

sitting idle, so she
wants us to take it out

once a day. Here.

I think you should do this.
You're more the biker type.

I've seen you use a
toothpick in public.

Motorcycles are death machines.

I have three kids.
I'm not risking it.

Are you saying my life matters less

because I don't conform

to society's heteronormative,
child-centric ideals?

Are you really playing
the gay card right now?

Yas, queen.

Thanks for coming down again.

- What's going on at work?
- Not much.

I'm investigating a
big-time money launderer.

Moves tons of cash...
under the table.

♪♪ UPBEAT MUSIC...

It was stressful, because
the brass got involved,

so there were a lot of
eyes on the operation.

♪♪

But in the end,
they gave us room to work.

Well, sounds like it was a
very successful operation.

♪♪

Here you go, bro.

- 105 picante beef.
- Great.

I'll keep five packs for myself.

What do you want me
to do with the rest?

Thanks for the soups.
Here's your cell phone.

Thank you.
And by the way,

as someone who's eaten a
lot of ramen in his life,

here's a tip: leave a
few noodles uncooked

and then sprinkle them on top
afterwards like a garnish.

Gives you an extra
little fun bonus crunch.

Ha-ha!

Saw you coming that time.

Like who's got prison all figured...

He threw the shiv.

You can't do that!

I can't believe
I'm hearing your voice.

I know. It's so amazing.

And now every day can
be like visiting day,

and we can just talk about
whatever, whenever...

Jake, Jake, Jake,
Jake-Jake-Jake-Jake-Jake.

- I gotta go.
- Jake?

Hey, warden. What's up?

What the hell are these?
I found them

- doing a sweep of your bunks.
- Oh, uh...

- we got those at the commissary.
- Picante beef.

You think I don't know

that picante beef is a street flavor?

I was being kind to you
by putting you two

in protective custody,
but if you're gonna

bring contraband into my
prison and flaunt my rules,

pack your bags.

- You're going to gen pop.
- Gen pop?

But my tough prison beard
hasn't fully grown in yet.

Just give me six or seven more years.

I can't believe we're going
to gen pop.

A cop and a cannibal?

Everybody's gonna be trying to kill us.

I know. What are we gonna do?

You're a psychopath.
You can protect us in there,

right? I mean, you killed and ate

- a bunch of people.
- They were children, Jake.

Weak little children.
One conk on the head

- was all it took.
- Damn it.

I can't believe I'm friends
with a cowardly cannibal.

Here she comes. Big smiles.

- Hey, Rosa.
- Hey. How's my bike?

Great. It actually was a lot of fun

to ride...
once I got the hang of it.

And you were able to finish
everything on my list?

It wasn't too much, was it?

- No.
- Not at all.

If anything, you didn't
ask enough of us.

Great, 'cause I thought
of a few more things.

Oh, were you able to send
that email to Adrian?

Oh, yes, he wrote back right away.

It wasn't as graphic as
I feared.

He wrote the number eight...

equal sign, equal sign,
equal sign, equal sign,

equal sign, equal sign,
equal sign, capital D...

oh. I see what this is.

- This is a...
- Yup.

Cream turkey.

You know, what I could
really go for is...

- People potpie?
- First of all, Jake,

great alliteration.
Second of all,

just because I was
arrested for cannibalism

doesn't mean that all I
like to eat is people.

I was gonna say "a chicken burrito."

- Man, my cousin was so tasty.
- Oh, come on.

Oop... hello.

You're gonna die in here, cop.

♪♪ DRAMATIC MUSIC...

- What's up, Caleb?
- 'Sup, Chico?

It's so crazy.
They hate you so much,

- they don't even care about me.
- Yeah, congratulations.

I think I'm gonna need to
join a gang.

And that way I'll have protection

- and no one will mess with me.
- I don't know, man.

- Joining a gang is not that easy.
- It would be for me.

I once took a seminar on
how to ace job interviews,

- and I'm really good at them.
- Really?

- This I've gotta see.
- Hey, everyone, I'm Jake.

Thank you so much for
sitting down with me.

I just need a moment of your time,

and then you can get back
to watching your stories.

What can I tell you about myself?

Well, I'm hardworking,
incredibly motivated.

I can make a shiv out of anything.

I am deceptively athletic.
I'm not sure if your gang likes

to play B-ball out in the
yard, but I can dunk.

Oakley...

And I'm just super excited to join...

- What are you guys called again?
- ISIS.

ISIS...

cool.

Well, I am excited to join...

ISIS.

I can't believe I went 0 for 16.

I got rejected by my safety gang.

I'm gonna die in here.

Well, there is one more option,

but it's a long shot.
Remember that guy Romero

who you got the cell phone from?
If you got in good

with his crew, nobody
would dare touch you.

But he is real scary and crazy.

Okay, and how anti-Semitic is he?

- Average?
- Then let's give it a shot!

So, Picante Beef,
I hear you wanna be

- part of my crew.
- Not ideally the nickname

I would've chosen for myself, but yes,

I think I could be of help to you.

Do you know how long I've
been in this prison?

17 years!

- Well, you look great.
- And not once,

- in all of that time, Beefy...
- It's just "Beefy" now?

Have I ever seen anything
as disrespectful

as a cop coming into my prison

telling me how to eat my soups!

But damn!

Crumbling the noodle on
top gives it an extra

little crispity-snap!

I was blown away.
Wasn't I, Tank?

Hasn't stopped talking about it.

Come here, Beef Baby!

Great. So, does this mean

- that I'm part of the crew?
- Nobody can touch you now.

Wow, guess all it took
was the ramen tip.

Actually, you gotta do
one more thing for me

- to close the deal.
- Absolutely no problem.

Actually, I have a great
idea for a ramen dessert.

- You make it with Jell-O mix.
- I need you to kill a guard.

Oh... okay. Great.

Cool-cool-cool-cool, cool-cool-cool.

Beef Baby's out for blood.

So...

Okay, this guard you
gotta kill, Wilsom...

Oh, I'd rather not know his name.

It's Alan Wilson. He's
got a three-year-old,

Dexter. They call him Dex.

Cool. I'm not worried at all

about little Dex. I'm
sure he'll be fine.

- I mean, I grew up without a dad.
- Yeah?

- Me too.
- So did I.

See? And we're all doing great.

Can I ask what this Wilson did

- to deserve this?
- He beat the crap out of me.

- How?
- More importantly, he keeps

interfering with my
business interests.

But it's about my thing too, right?

Of course.

How are you gonna do it?
Shiv him, shank him, stab him?

Are those different?

Oh, boy. Should I be asking

- someone else to do this?
- No, no, no, no.

It's fine. I'm gonna
prove myself to you.

But what if instead of killing Wilson,

we get him fired?
That way, you don't have

another man's death on
your conscience.

Yeah, that doesn't bother me.

No, of course not. Why would it?

But if we murder him,
there's gonna be

an investigation, and that
could bring a lot of heat

- down on you, you know?
- I can see that.

But that's not how we usually
do things around here.

Sure, but you know what else

you didn't used to do around here...

Sprinkle uncooked noodles
on top of your ramen.

You're right. You're right.

You've earned the benefit of the doubt.

You have 24 hours, Beef Baby.

- Jake.
- Beef Baby.

- Jake.
- Beef Baby.

- Jake.
- Beef Baby.

- Jake.
- Beef Baby.

- Jake.
- Beef. Baby!

Beef Baby.

Okay, here's the plan.

Tank said Wilson beats up inmates,

so all I have to do is
get him to attack me

and then file a complaint
with the prison board.

Sure, but whenever the
bulls attack us...

Which happens all the time...
the security cameras

are conveniently not working that day,

so it's just your word
against theirs.

Well, lucky for me,
I have my own camera.

It's the perfect plan.
Hey, I've never

been beaten up by a
prison guard before.

They don't use that baton, do they?

You seem pretty committed to this plan,

so there's no real
benefit to me answering.

Sounds good.

So, you painted my apartment?

Walls in "White Wisp,"
trim in "Honeymilk."

- And you filed my taxes.
- You're getting

- your maximum refund.
- And picked up

- my abuela at the airport?
- Yes, I went and got her

at the Philadelphia
International Airport in...

- Pennsylvania.
- And you broke the news to her

about how I got sent to prison
and she'll probably die

- before I get out?
- Mm-hmm, had that

- fun conversation.
- But it was all worth it

for you, you poor little caged bird.

Great, because I have
another favor to ask.

- Another?
- Yeah, I need you

to cancel my cable.

That's it?

That's easy.

I've been on the phone for six hours

and I just wanna cancel an account.

Yes, you've mentioned the bundles

and I don't want home phone service.

No, do not transfer me, Rodrigo...
no, no!

No, Rodrigo!

All right, there's Wilson.

I'll go make him mad.
When he attacks me,

you film it. Then afterwards,

- we'll meet up in the bathroom.
- Okay, great.

What are you gonna do to
get him angry?

Well, I don't know him,

so I'm not sure what
buttons to push,

but I'm sure if I try enough things,

something will set him off.

Excuse me,
can I ask you a question?

- Get back to your table.
- Yeah, you know, I would,

except for...

- Oh, my God, that's all it took?
- I told you

to get back to your table!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

What hurts the most is
knowing

that prisoners are treated
this way every day

in our penal system...
also, he kicked me

- in the wiener a bunch.
- Mm.

Show me the video. I'll
send it to Charles,

he'll say he got it
anonymously, and then...

Oh, my
God, that's all it took?

Caleb, is this it? Did
you film yourself

- the whole time?
- Okay, look, I've been

in prison for 15 years. I'm not good

with new technology.

You want somebody to
lure a kid to a park

using a Lycos chatroom,
I'm your man.

Look, just press this button

and make it front-facing.
Come on, let's try it again.

Hey, Wilson...

Please tell me you were pointed

in the right direction that time.

Yes, but there was a different issue.

Caleb! You added the
fiesta filter?

- I'm doing the best I can.
- Tell that to my wiener!

- I'm doing the...
- No, don't really... gosh...

Okay,
how'd you screw it up this time?

I didn't. I got everything.

I even zoomed in for some close-ups.

Oh, thank God.

I was so sure that something
was gonna go wrong.

Hey there, Peralta.

Oh, I'll take that phone now.

I heard an inmate and a guard
were having a fight.

So I go to do what
I normally do:

- turn off the security cameras.
- Yup, cool policy.

- This place is great.
- And that's when I noticed

your cannibal pal
taping the whole fight

with an illegal cell phone.
And what were you planning

on doing with this?
Blackmailing Wilson?

No, I was trying to save his life.

- Ah, come on.
- Honestly.

I was ordered by this guy,
Romero.

- I don't know his first name.
- Jeff?

Really?
Romero's first name is Jeff?

- Yeah.
- Anyway, Jeff ordered me

to kill Wilson, but I
convinced him to let

your guy live if I got
him fired instead.

Why do you want him to lose his job?

- He's a good man with a family.
- I mean, he did stomp

- on my head a bunch of times.
- Those were warning stomps.

What are you, part of
Romero's crew now?

No, I was trying to get in.
That's what the video was for,

- but obviously, it didn't work.
- All right.

- I'll fire Wilson.
- Really?

- Why?
- Romero's responsible

for most of the illegal stuff
that goes on in this prison.

I've always wanted a man
on the inside.

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

The only people less popular in
here than cops are snitches.

Well, let's be honest,

it's not great in here
for trans people.

- That is so true.
- I know.

- They have a hard time.
- It's a problem.

Regardless, I won't snitch, okay?

It's too dangerous.
I'll find some other way

- to stay alive.
- All right.

Good luck with that.

♪♪

Wait.

I'll do what you want...

if you let me keep my phone.

So, were you able to cancel my cable?

Of course. It was easy.

Good, because I have
something else.

I need you to take my dog to Argentina

to be with Adrian on his ranch.
Now, I know what you're gonna

ask me, and the answer is no,

I don't have a map of the booby traps,

but I can tell you how he thinks.

Enough!

I'm sorry. I hate to say this,

but you're asking too much of us.

Is that how you feel too, Sarge?

- Yeah, Rosa, damn.
- Good, finally.

- What?
- Look, prison is awful.

I hate it here. I'm lonely, I'm scared.

I just wanna be back
home, and I was happy

you guys were coming to
visit, but then you started

calling me by my first name,
and you kept making

that crazy crying face.
The only one that is acting

- like himself is Hitchcock.
- You!

- Shirt back on!
- Stop being such a prude.

If I'm gonna get through
this, I need to feel like

my old life isn't gone.
I need normal interactions.

So, I need you guys to
fight with me,

and be honest with me,
and tell me no

when I'm being
unreasonable.

Okay, I promise: no more
crying face.

And no more pity... Diaz.

Thank you. I can't believe it took

that long. I really thought

the cable company was
gonna break you.

It did. But the good news is,

you now have Epix, plus some channel

called "Tunez," with a Z.

Two-year commitment.

What else? Oh, you're never gonna

believe this. I've been reading.

Reading? Like, books by
real authors?

I don't know, is Philip
Roth a real author?

Ohhhhh, my goodness!

I wish you had gone
to prison years ago.

I'm kidding. Obviously, I'm not

more attracted to you now than before.

So, what else have you been reading?

Oh, hang on one sec.

- Hey, boss, what's up?
- I saw you got Wilson fired.

Nice work. Welcome aboard.

Thank you. I promise you,

you won't regret it.

♪♪ TENSE MUSIC...

Just one more thing.

I know you used to be a cop.

If you screw me over,
I will cut your testicles off

and watch you bleed
to death in the dirt.

You got that?

Can I trust you?

Yeah. I got nothing to hide.

I'm your Beef Baby.

♪♪

Hey, sorry about that.

- Where were we?
- Jake, that sounded really bad.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

Everything's fine.
I'm talking to you.