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Wanna hear my song?

♪ I am beautiful in every single way ♪

♪ Yes, words can't bring me down ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

Hi, I'm Brichelle.

- Hello.
- How are you?

Brichelle! You back the fuck off!

She got impulse-control issues, you know?

I'm real smart. I know
the whole periodic chart.

I love science!

Okay, Tasha, how about we
get you a shaved ice, yes?

What flavor would you like?

- But I was...
- Tasha.

Blue.

That looks vile.

It look blue, but it tastes like red.

Blue and red are colors,
darlin'. They're not flavors.

Well, it's tasty. I
like me somethin' tasty.

Especially on days like now.

People only want the babies.

Of course they want the
babies. Babies are cute.

I'm cute.

No, you're big, and your hair's ratsy.

And you're too eager and too dark.

And now your mouth is blue, but
I suppose it tastes like red.

You nasty.

Mmm-hmm.

I just call 'em like I see 'em, darlin'.

Your group home in this neighborhood?

How you know I live in a group home?

My dear boy, this feels light to me.

Light ain't right unless you
like sleeping on the street.

Nah, it ain't light. It's just big bills.

Well, then, I'll see you
at home for dinner, baby.

Aw, shit, you a connect.

I'm a businesswoman.

I couldn't help hear you braggin'
on your science back there.

I'm impressed.

I also know pi.

Your ass tells me you know pie.

Pi. Not "pie".

Up to 56 digits.

You care to learn the trade?

Hell, no, not with no connect.

I get in trouble, I never
find a forever family.

You might wanna start thinkin' about
making your own forever family, Taystee.

You wait around for one to come
along, you might die waitin'.

My name is Tasha.

Yeah, but Taystee suits you somehow.

Like you said, everybody
like a little somethin' tasty.

I'll be keepin' my eye
on you, Taystee Girl.

See you around the way.

This is sweet!

Yo, I'd rock this if I
wasn't being all professional.

Why you care? You know it's all bullshit.

Bullshit or no, I wanna win!

Ladies, it's about making
a good first impression.

You got anything in white? My
mother always said that was my color.

Ugh! I mean, you could smell
every inmate that's ever worn this.

You ever wash this shit?

You got something for the
larger woman? Big and beautiful?

We have plus size on the end there.

Aw, shit. Man, I don't wanna wear no sack.

I got curves. I'm a plushious woman.

If this is really about
career dressing for us,

shouldn't this be all, like,
McDonald's and maids' uniforms?

No! Do not think small.

We are dressing ourselves
for the career that we want.

You have to put it into the
universe, dress for success.

Take the leopard.

Oh, I didn't see the
leopard! Ooh, that's cute.

What if I wanna be,
like, a marine biologist?

You got a wet suit?

If you want to apply for
a job in marine biology,

you might have to go to
an office for an interview.

- Ha!
- What about this?

The peach tones would look
so good with your skin.

Could somebody help zip me, please?

I don't think that's gonna work.

You callin' me fat?

No. I'm just saying that
you're... yeah, you're broad.

You're like a broad broad.

She a broad somethin.'

And you a bitch somethin.'

I'm gonna pull in this side here.

- Careful. Careful.
- And you pull in that side.

And someone's gotta get the zipper.

- Okay, we can do this.
- Okay.

I'll do the zipper. Let's
go. Suck it in, girl.

I am sucking.

Fuck.

Oh, God.

How's it look?

Like I don't wanna be anywhere near you

when those beads pop off
and shoot people in the face.

Out of curiosity,

what kind of job were you
thinking of gettin' in that?

I'm just here playin' dress-up.

Ladies, you better get movin.'

We're walkin' over to
that chapel in 10 minutes.

I don't have anything.

Hey, can I ask you something?

What would you wear if you
were going to a job interview

at a medical supply company in Utica?

Just hypothetically speaking.

How come Flaca gets to do
job fair and we're stuck here?

'Cause Flaca asked first,

and if I let everybody
go, nobody would be here.

Next time, ask first.

She don't even need job fair.

Her boyfriend's like the king of molly.

He be selling to every
club kid in New York.

That shit is blowing up.

What's molly?

The pure powder form of MDMA.

Supposed to be like a clean ecstasy,
but it made me grind my teeth.

How come you ain't in jail, Luschek?

I am in jail, every fuckin' day.

You want the radiator on or off?

Off. It's hot enough in here.

And freezing everywhere else.

The pipes in our bathroom froze
again, how about deal with that?

I'm not a plumber.

Oh, our mistake, you got that
whole ass-crack thing going, so...

Inmate, you want me to give you a shot?

Hey, have a job fair brownie.

Maria, stop running your
mouth and run the dishwasher.

Daya? Ven, I've got something for you.

Thank God. I'm dying.

Is this gonna work?

It should. Drink up, mami.

What are you giving her over there?

It's nothing.

It's to help her poop. She's backed up.

Why didn't you tell me?

- You don't wanna hear about my bathroom.
- Of course I do.

Okay, Aleida.

I haven't shit for five days, you happy?

Ugh!

Thank you, Gloria.

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, man, relax.

It's prune juice, olive
oil, a little magic.

It's not gonna hurt the baby.

You're not her mother, I'm her mother.

I think right now you're
more like her aunt.

Uh-uh, no.

I didn't get me a belly full of
stretch marks to be no fucking tía.

Look, relax, she came
to me, I helped her out.

She's comfortable with me.

Yeah, too comfortable.

So, as you can see, we have a very
exciting few days planned for all of you.

And now to start things off,
here from Dress for Success,

to give you some dos and don'ts
of interview dressing, Mrs. Sackin.

Thank you.

Dress for Success is the premier support
network for today's unemployed woman.

Let us begin our journey. Ladies?

Oh!

Okay, right away, what do we see?

That a cocktail dress is
not proper interview attire.

This is not corporate or even daytime wear.

- Nope.
- Wholly unprofessional.

I'm just showing off my assets.

Next, I'm going to say
leopard, little sailor girl,

and our friend in peach here are also
not properly attired for an interview.

The animal print is too racy
and implies poor judgment,

and the sailor outfit is childish.

- Companies are looking to hire adults.
- Adults.

And finally, the peach is simply
ill-fitting, dated, and not flattering.

- But you told me to wear it.
- Yeah, you did.

I just wanna swim with dolphins.

Thank you, you can leave the stage now.

Okay, let's look at
what's going right up here.

This is a good interview outfit.

It fits her well.

The dark stockings give it a
conservative, polished finish.

I believe the makeup is a
bit gothic and heavy-handed,

but overall the look is solid.

That's right, solid.

Another strong ensemble we
have is the pantsuit and blouse.

It's classic.

However, we do run into some serious
problems with personal grooming here.

Huh?

The hair, it's messy, unpolished, unkempt.

- My hair is clean.
- It's wild and slovenly.

I'm sorry it's not uptight and boring!

But here, the hair is nicely coiffed,
the makeup is subtle and understated.

However, the shirt is too sheer,
and the skirt is too tight.

Uh-uh, hold up. Pause.

At job fair last year, this was the
winnin' outfit. I seen it myself.

That's why I picked it instead of the
blue dress I know I'd look bangin' in.

Let's talk a moment about dressing
for your body type and your skin tone.

A fuller-figured woman might wanna
choose a looser-fitting garment,

perhaps a dress as opposed
to a shirt and a skirt.

Not as loose as this, which
resembles a large burlap muumuu.

No shit.

But something in a jewel
tone with a contrasting scarf.

- I know I look good.
- Man, I still look hella office.

I walk in, they be like,
"Yeah, she know her business".

Yeah!

So, who wins?

Overall, despite the excessive eye makeup,

I would have to give it to
this young lady right here.

That's right, Latina, we the winna.

Man, you gave it to Franken-cha-cha?

This is some bullshit, shit to the bull.

Damn, that Kool take
you out to dinner first?

Man, you sound just like Marsha.

You know she right there in that kitchen.

Like I care. Only got two
weeks left in this shit hole.

Little girl, you look like a dragon with
all that smoke coming out of your nose.

Please, you smoke like
a hooptie's tailpipe,

puffin' up and down the street.

I'm an adult, it gives me
the right to make bad choices.

We heading over to Rayleen's for
something delicious. Care to join us?

I gotta work.

Well, we working, too, except our work
doesn't leave us smelling like rancid oil.

Yeah, you clean as a drug-dealin' whistle.

You should decline an offer by
simply saying, "No, thank you."

Otherwise, people will
stop inviting you to things.

I could eat.

Well, come on, then,
let's nourish that body.

Bye-bye, Taystee Girl.

Sure you not tryin' to
come out and eat, though?

No, RJ, I gotta get to work.

All right, be safe, though.

Is the chicken flavor Cup
of Noodles back in stock,

or have you only got the shrimp?

We got cream of chicken.

No, I don't like that one.

You want shrimpy?

Sure, I'll take five of those,

and I don't want the tuna with
the spicy sauce, just plain tuna.

Oh, and for the coffee,
the dark roast, please.

How's the fitness going, O'Neill?

I'm in the forty-seven hundreds.
Over 10,000 steps a day.

You'll make it easy, it's
still early, and good for you.

One step at a time.

- Uh-oh, problem.
- What kind of problem?

No-money-in-account problem.

What are you talking about?

Call your family. I can't sell you shit.

Sorry, next!

Do you understand what
this is doing to my plants?

There was frost on my succulent.

This is a desert plant,
it should not be freezing.

Look, the furnace needs to be replaced.

I could dickpaw it all day.
It's never getting hot again.

Mmm, like your mother.

Ah, delightful, a "your
mama" joke? That's priceless.

What did Fig say?

What do you think? She
hiked up her skirt...

Yeah.

told me to Band-Aid the old heap

and gave me 50 bucks to buy
a space heater for her office.

And you ran off like a good little
puppy and you did it for her.

Joke's on her.

Space heater cost 27 bucks,
that's 23 bucks profit, man.

That's dinner for two at Sizzler.

Here's $4.

Add it to the 23.

Buy me one of those space
heaters, or I'm gonna rat you out.

No Sizzler for you.

Shit.

Don't forget, ladies, your
usual meal is 1,500 calories.

Beware of overeating.

Hey, where's your doggy?

Um...

Look what I got, look what I
got. That's right, that's right.

Oh! You love that, don't you? Yeah, yeah.

You just lick, lick, lick. You
like peanut butter, don't you?

You like to lick that, don't
you? Oh, just lick, lick, lick.

Lick.

Lick.

It got weird.

Oh, okay.

Look who's here.

Should I tell Gloria?

Nah, a few weeks ago, Gloria
said the roja could eat,

but she just never came in till now.

Why'd she let her off the hook?

Well, you got to figure,
she lost her kitchen,

she lost her girls, and
her hair is all fucked up.

Let her have some shitty
food and get on with her life.

If it was up to me,

_

That's a bear.

_

_

she's hibernating until
she gets strong again

_

and she's gonna shred up

_

What the fuck do you know about bears?

What, you live by the
Bronx Zoo or somethin'?

_

You can see it in her eyes.

You're full of shit.

No, Daya's the one who's full of shit.

It's true.

It's not funny right now,
I'm not in a good way.

She's right, it's our "doodie"
not to make fun of her.

Yeah, 'cause that would be crappy.

You guys are such assholes.

At least these assholes
are working. Oh, snap!

Inmate Martinez, report for an
assignment at the laundry detail.

Ook-lay oo's-hay ere-hay.

Subtle, Morello.

It's just still throwing me, you know?

Not seeing her in her
chef's jacket, you know?

Mmm.

It's like when you see a cop
in sweat pants in your kitchen

after he's spent the
night with your sister.

Little splooge on the sweat
pants, and you feel weird about it.

She said she's seeing some shit.

Oh.

She's high as a kite on psych meds.

That's too bad.

Care to join us?

No, thanks.

Happy here, nice and quiet, but thank you.

Suit yourself.

There she is.

Penn.

Hi.

We didn't think we were ever
gonna see you again, what happened?

Last thing I remember is I was an angel.

Well, I heard y'all beat the
holy mess out of each other.

Yeah, I mean, I suppose
she got a few licks in.

Well, talk to you later.

I understand.

Would you like to dance?

Hey, Fischer, how you doing?

Fine, sir, thanks for asking,
back in the swing of things.

Good to hear. Doggett, take a seat.

Would you close the door, please?

So, out of the penalty box, huh?

I'm sorry, what?

Nothing. Penalty box. Hockey?

No, no, no. No hockey, Mr.
Healy. I've been in SHU.

It's been like a month, I
think, right? A month? Yeah.

So they just pulled me
out, said I was back.

Am I back?

For now.

I suppose you're wondering
why I called you down here.

Uh, counseling? Make sure
I don't go cuckoo again?

I won't. I got all my marbles back.

I thought we should talk.

Get things straight.

All right.

I mean, I can promise you that I've
never felt more saner than I do now.

You know, when you spend that
much time down there in solitude,

it's like real purification.
You know, my heart feels right.

I suppose you had time to
reflect on that evening, then?

Nope, because my head is so fuzzy.

Oh? Is that so?

I mean, I suffered
multiple contusions and...

lacerations, and it's
just freakin' painful,

and now that I got through it,

I started to remember, and then
lots of stuff came back to me.

Yep.

She angered you, you
confronted her, and you fought.

Yes.

That's it, end of story.

No, there's more.

What more?

What are you talking about?

There's, like, angles, and there's,
like, extenuations and then there's...

I didn't know what I was seeing, Doggett.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

I had no idea that you two were gonna...

You could have been having a talk, a
lovers' quarrel, even, I don't know,

and I certainly didn't see a weapon.

Holiday times, tensions get high.

I mean, God knows Katya
was testier than ever then,

but don't think for a second

that anyone is gonna believe a
meth-addled hillbilly over me.

Be 100% fucking clear about that.

Well, they might just...

believe the poster girl for
the right-to-life movement.

You know, I was on Greta Van Susteren,

and what if they knew you were
about to let me get killed?

I ought to throw you back
in seg and let you rot.

What would help you forget
what you think you saw?

Mmm.

Uh, I'm still not sure how that answers
the questions I have regarding the budget.

That's why I invited you today.

Programs like Dress for
Success, our job fair,

our Christmas pageant, Readers to Readers,

are not a top priority for the DOC,
but they are so important for morale,

for education, for rehabilitation.

Until we can get the government
on board for some serious reform,

a little shifting of funds is a necessity,

but I assure you all of
the money is being used

for the good of the
prison and its residents.

Okay.

And I noticed that your husband
is running for state senate.

Is your passion for
education a value he shares?

Absolutely.

Uh, but any questions you have for
Jason, you can direct towards his office.

I hope I've shed some
light on how the money

is being used to benefit the
inmates here at Litchfield.

Uh, well, actually, I've
got a few more questions...

Because I'm afraid, sadly,
I have to get back to work.

Prison doesn't run itself.

I mean, she gave me the freakin'
outfit. It was one big setup.

So now the two black girls,
the lesbo junkie girl,

and some Mexican get to go
on and do the interview part,

and I'm back here.

Well, your makeup looks real pretty.

Like, I didn't even know
you had eyelashes till today.

You look really nice.

Thanks, Ange. That's nice of you to say.

Hey, did you know that Penn's out of seg?

- What?
- Mmm-hmm.

How do you know?

'Cause I seen her, after lunch,
walking to Healy's office.

How'd she look?

She looked pretty rough.

I mean, if her teeth was bad before?
Woof, ain't much left in there.

Guard Thompson to the tower.

Don't get me wrong or nothin,
' but since she's been away,

hasn't it been, like, kind of nice in here?

- What do you mean?
- I don't know, like...

like, peaceful, easy.

No yelling, no telling everyone
they're going to hell, just...

Just quiet, you know?

Yeah.

But you won't tell her
I said nothing, right?

'Course not.

Ladies, check the board
for work assignments.

So, where's Piper now?

Still in Chicago, I imagine it.

Larry, I wanted to talk about you, not her.

She staying there? In Chicago?

She hates deep-dish.

Don't know if she's staying.

Don't think she's eating
a whole lot of pizza.

- Larry...
- How'd she seem to you?

Seemed like an idiot to me. I gave
her advice, and she didn't take it.

You gave her love, and she cheated on
you. I'm not a fan, and end of topic.

- I miss her.
- Well, then, find a distraction, son,

something that doesn't involve
moping around, eating crap

- and playing that World of Warlock.
- Warcraft.

Warcraft, perfect.

You can join the tank
corps, another waste of time.

Go get laid.

- I'm not ready.
- For what?

For sticking your dick in something
new and cute and moving it around?

All guys are ready for that.

These two over here are
ready for it any moment now.

Get on with your life.

You're right. No, you're right.

She cheated, right? I mean...

She lied, why am I holding on?

Prison changed her. It changes people.

- I heard that.
- I mean, she was not a lesbian anymore,

not with me.

You know? Then she's in prison, what,
a few weeks? Bam! A lesbian again.

Or bi? I don't even know.

It was good with us, I know it was.

I think, shit, I mean,
what if that was a lie, too?

But I don't think it was, I
don't think it was, I mean,

you know, I know I have some talent,
I'm very attentive and thorough,

you know, I do good work, I'm not small.

- Larry.
- You're right, I should get out there.

I need to get out there.
I'm gonna get out there.

I made her come vaginally, do
you know how hard that is to do?

- Please, Larry.
- My point is...

I don't even know what my point is anymore.

- Dad?
- Yeah?

Why did you bring us to a gay bathhouse?

It's a nice place, clean.
A shvitz is a shvitz.

- I had a Groupon.
- Ah, gotcha.

Wait, so, I could put
that on my résumé thing?

- Workin' for my cousin?
- Sure.

But instead of saying that you helped
make sure that no one stole shit,

you could say that you monitored
inventory and provided security.

Ah, okay, okay, I see
that, I could do that.

I want the kind of job where
I could just chill, you know?

Chill out, collect a check.

According to this aptitude test,
I should be a professional athlete,

a park ranger, or a correctional officer.

Working at Storky's means I have
experience in the food service industry.

That's it.

And because I can remember
shit and add real fast,

I have high retention abilities
and exceptional math skills.

You're getting it.

Well, I just wanna get married
to Christopher and have his babies

and make the house look nice.

Maybe in the sunshine, like on the beach,
surrounded by, mmm, beautiful people.

Are you at all aware that you
just told an inmate in prison

that she should become
a correctional officer?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I do want to be a professional athlete,

but you just don't snap
your fingers and become that.

I was hoping to work with
mentally ill children.

I think I could offer some insight
into what they might be experiencing

and help them to heal and recover.

Maybe I'll Pinterest.
I hear that's a thing.

I went from wearing a habit
to wearing a prison uniform.

I don't think the fashion industry
would be a viable option for me.

I would also like to
work with round objects.

Yeah, round things are very pleasing to me.

Maybe I can umpire women's softball.

Then I could get laid.

So I also can rhyme real
good. What do I say about that?

Poetic inclinations.

Ha!

That's what I'm talking about! See,
you and me, we gonna be friends!

Yeah, give it to me! Give it to me!
Yeah! That's what I'm talking about.

Now let's keep going.

Vasily, what happened to your face?

Did Ganya's people do that to you?

No. No, Ma. Lida hit me in
the face with a bag of change.

What?

She has this bag of quarters for
the laundry sitting on the table.

I stumbled in late a little
drunk. She grabbed it, and whack.

Good for her.

Yeah, I appreciate your
sympathy, Ma, thank you.

I didn't raise you to come
home drunk and upset your wife.

She's not my wife.

She's the mother of my
grandson, what should I call her?

A violent criminal who hurt your baby boy.

- This hurts, Ma.
- Why won't you marry her?

She's a nice girl, she puts up with you.

I have a fear of commitment.

Okay, mamochka, why don't we
talk about you for a little bit?

Because my life is sad and small
and a burden to those I love.

Papa didn't put any money
in the account this month.

- What's going on?
- Wanna know what's going on?

Ma, the store is empty, okay?

Everyone's afraid to go in because
they know Ganya's mad at you and Pop

for blowing the prison contract.

I got him that contract in the first place.

Yeah? Well, maybe you should remind him,
because he doesn't remember that part.

Why didn't Papa come?

He's at the store all day, half the night,

he just sits there, waiting
for someone to come in.

He's got no help, Ma.

- So, why don't you help him?
- Ma, I'm working. I got a family, too.

Don't you think I wish I can go
there and help him out some more?

You know, maybe I should've
gone to college like you said.

- What about Yuri and Maxim?
- We're all working. We're all hustling.

We're all trying to avoid
crazy women with weapons, okay?

It's just rough times right now.
I'm gonna put some things together.

I'll get you money next week, I promise.

Thank you.

You're a good son. Not
great, but pretty good.

I'll take it.

God, she already looks so different.

- Yeah.
- Hello!

Yeah, that's right, I'm your mommy!

And I love you so, so, so much!

And soon we're gonna be spending
lots of time together, I promise.

Before you can even remember
stuff, we're gonna be together.

When is that? When you can remember?
Like, when you're four or five, right?

I think I remember something
from when I was four.

Don't know.

Her head smells so good.

And she looks like you,
you know, but pretty.

Is she a good baby?

- Does she sleep okay? Is she eating?
- Yeah.

- It's so good talking to you.
- Yeah.

See, I ain't worried. I'm
gonna rock that interview,

then I'm gonna be the
winner of the job fair

and they gonna hook me up with a real job.

I'm gonna be like an assistant to Judge
Joe Brown or one of them TV judges.

Or maybe even Judy.

Yeah, man, she don't take shit from nobody!

I know we'd vibe.

Yo, what the fuck are you
talkin' about, real job?

Last year, the girl who did the best,

the job fair people hooked her up
with a real job once she was released.

They don't announce it or nothing
'cause people get all crazy,

but she told me on the low-low.

- Wait, who won last year?
- Pocano.

- Ocampo?
- The Filipino chick with the mole?

Ocampo.

Man, the one that worked in the woodshop.

She won for best outfit,
and she had the best résumé.

Why didn't you tell us there was a prize?

Man, why you think? We are the competition.

Now we out the way, so it's just
her and the little skinny Mexican

doing the interview tomorrow.

Man, that shit ain't right,
man, you should've told us.

But I'm a child of the system, no
one ever taught me right from wrong.

Girl, fuck you!

Like you would've did
better in your potato sack?

Man, I got a chance here, and
I'm doing it for all of us.

Man, come on! I need y'all rootin' for me.

We can't let Skinny Bean win.

They already got the kitchen,

and they got the best seats at movie night.

- True.
- True.

Y'all gonna let them take this, too?

You had your shot. You had several shots.

Now you got a change of
heart? Get outta here.

I can't stay no more in that place,
and I can't start over in another home.

Excuse me, ma'am?

I was just walking through your
store, hoping to buy some bubble wrap

and maybe ship some chocolates
to my aunt in Carolina.

And that's about all I'm gonna
sell you, is some bubble wrap,

anything else, you've got the wrong shop.

What you talking about? We all
good. I paid you $800 last month.

For real? You gonna
make me go to the books?

He paid you $800, right?

What was the initial agreed-upon
price for the quantity in question?

Well, look at you, using your big words.

$1,250. Plus, he owes me $130 from before.

$1,250 and $130. He in
the hole to you for $580,

unless there's a vig.

You can bet your ass there's a vig.

So that would bring it up to $182,

plus $50 penalty for partial
payment on the $1,250,

now we talkin' $682.

Fuckin' Goldberg over here.

Come on, Vee, I got
customers waitin' on me.

You're my wholesaler. Help a brother out.

What you think?

I think he seem pretty desperate.

I say give him half now and the other
half when that debt drops to zero.

This is fucked.

Careful, now.

He up to $1,307 now.

You find me by week's end.

Well, looks like adding up all
them little nickels and dimes

at Burger McFat-Ass done taught you
a thing or two, huh, Taystee Girl?

You ready to work?

I'm gonna go check on inventory.

- Hey.
- Oh, thank God. Come in.

- Did you bring the beer?
- Coronas, right?

No! No, no, no, dark beer.

It's supposed to be dark
beer. It helps my milk come in.

I'm not making fucking fish tacos,
Larry. I'm trying to feed my child.

And you brought the dark beer, thank you.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry, I'm going bat-shit.

Uh, Polly, your breast is kind of...

Please, they're always out. I'm
the UPS guy's new favorite stop.

Hey, have you talked to Piper at all?

No, and you know that.

And I know you broke up.

And I know she freaked out and got
sent to live in a shoe or something,

and now she's in Chicago.
She fucking hates deep-dish.

I know!

Well, I heard all this from her mom.

Look, Larry, she's my friend, and
I'll always take her side over yours,

and I'll always be friends with her,
and who knows how long I'll know you?

But just between us, I think she's being
an idiot and self-destructive and stupid,

and my sympathies are with
you all the way on this one.

Well, thank you.

For what? I never said a thing.

I don't talk about Piper with you.
That would be disloyal and wrong.

Gotcha.

So, when is Pete back?

I don't know, I may not let him come back.
The baby is less than three months old

and suddenly he has to go on a
vision quest in the fucking tundra?

Well, to be fair, he
said you told him to go.

I'm a hormonal moron! I didn't mean
it. I didn't think he would actually go.

I haven't showered in three days, Larry.

My mother is in a fucking pinochle
tournament for the whole week,

not that she's any help when she's here,

and I don't have a goddamn baby nurse
because I'm trying attachment parenting,

and it's fucking bullshit.

Here, take this child before I
drown him in my tears and sweat.

Hey, hey, hey, buddy, hello.

Hello, baby, hi, it's your Uncle Larry.

Hi, how's it going, buddy? We're
gonna hang out tonight, man, yeah.

We're gonna order some Thai food, maybe
watch a little TV. How's that sound?

Cool with that?

I'm gonna take a shower.
Can you change him?

Yeah, I mean, sure, I can try.

Okay.

Mmm!

He's all new and just happy.

Yep, don't worry, Pete and
I will fuck that right up.

No, is that true?

Come, now. That's not true.
You stay happy, buddy, okay?

You just... you just stay happy, all right?

You know, I got the idea
from when you was a baby.

No one was allowed to ever give you yogurt,

'cause you would, like, fucking explode.

There'd be shit everywhere.

Up your back, in your
hair. It was so disgusting.

But now it's coming in handy, right?

Right?

Is it working?

Could you just please
give me some privacy here?

You're making me really,
really uncomfortable.

I'm your mother.

God, can I just shit in peace?

Fine.

But if you have any action,
you let me know, okay?

- I fucking care.
- Fine, fine, just go.

All right, here, stand up.

This should fit you better
around the waist now.

Yeah, thanks for lookin' out, P.

It's what you do for family.

Yeah, what, you my crazy Aunt Poussey now?

No, I'm your sister from another mister

about to beat your ass down if you don't
read that book till you know it cold.

You got some interview ass-kickin' to do.

Make me proud.

Guess who's back and better than ever? Hey!

I know you said to get AnyStamp,
but the hobby shop was mad fun, yo!

You ever been in there?

Made me wanna get all
crafty, get some puffy paint,

or a rhinestone machine.

They had a whole fucking
aisle of pipe cleaners!

Pipe cleaners!

Man, in group home, all we got was
broken crayons and dried up glue sticks.

Are we marking scag-bags or
we decorating your journal?

I don't know, though, Vee.

I mean, maybe you wanna consider one
of these for your trademark, you know?

Glue a pair of these on every bag,

or call it googly smag, you know?

Shit's all gangster!

All right, maybe I got
a little carried away,

but look how cute this one is.

Can I have my change, please?

I did not send you to the store with
a C-note to bring back googly eyes.

Okay.

But for serious,

like, why couldn't you use
something different for a stamp?

Like Mr. Owl here?

People do this shit, right?

Like, there's dope with all
sorts of crazy shit on it.

It's not about what you put on the package,

it's about the quality of your product.

I don't know, though, she kind of right.

You pick something weird,

people gonna remember that shit for sure.

That owl looks drunk.

I like the horse and the bicycle.

Okay, say we use the horse.

Call our shit Horsey Horse, get it?

Because heroin's called
horse. Yo, that's money!

I'm telling you, people be like, "Ooh,

"I need me some more of that Horsey
Horse. This shit was so good!"

Before you know it,
you've got a call brand.

Listen to her trying
to teach me how to deal.

Y'all laughing now, but I'm telling you,

come visit me one day
when I'm on Wall Street

and having some white boy get me lunch,

and I'm wheelin' a big old
deal, and he talking about,

"Ms. Jefferson, you
have a call on line two."

Think you've been watching too many movies.

I'm just saying, yo, this
is not my forever career.

Girl, you from this hood,

you don't get a career, you get a job.

This right here is the
best-paying job around.

Preach it, Vee.

- You know what people respect? Money.
- Hmm.

You keep working for me, that's
exactly what you gonna have.

Ain't that right, RJ? Don't
I take care of my people?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Eh, whatever.

Look here, taste this, girl. Tell
me if it needs some more salt.

- Mmm! That is good.
- I know.

- What's that, pumpkin?
- Butternut squash and ginger,

- and I threw in some leeks, just 'cause.
- Mmm!

All right, now, listen, RJ, clear
off that table, grab this salad.

- Is anybody else coming home for dinner?
- Uh, think it's just us.

All right, grab some bowls, please.

Oh, yes, ooh, this smells good.

Get the placemats. All right.

"Horsey Horse".

That's kind of fun. But, Lord, have
mercy, it's silly, just like you.

I tried a new bread tonight, y'all.

It's a whole grain flaxseed bread.

Y'all need some more fiber in your diet.

Grab a knife for this bread, too, Taste.

Bring the bowls, girl.
What you waiting for?

Hey, Red.

These are great seats, you can
really see the stage from here.

You really don't need to do this.

I mean, I appreciate the
gesture and everything, but...

But what? We'll be ostracized?
Already no one notices us.

We're old and invisible,
so why not be old together?

We keep each other company.

You calling me old?

I'm 23.

How about matured? Like
a big, branchy tree.

With snow-white roots.

Oh, shit. I gotta deal with that, huh?

Or just let it go. Fuck it.

Who we trying to impress?

She looks rough for 23.

Where we going?

We're going to town.

Really?

Medical center. She's
going to the oral surgeon.

Hope you got lots of those magazines,

'cause it's gonna be
hours and hours and hours.

Oh, I got plenty.

And I got my radio shows. I'll be fine.

Good for you, Doggett.

- Congratu-fucking-lations.
- Thank you.

That's right,

we at the Philip Morris Companies
believe in second chances.

We welcome people who
can handle the challenges

of manufacturing and marketing
products meant for adults

in a highly regulated
and restricted environment

while striving each day to
operate responsibly. Thank you.

Man, I thought special
guests meant like Mo'Nique

or Wesley Snipes or somethin.'

Not some cigarette-hawkin'
fuck-nut reminding us

that the only people
who want to hire felons

are already hated by everybody else.

Nah, see, they ain't so bad.

See, people can decide for
theyselves if they wanna smoke.

The real evil are them companies
killin' us without consent.

Monsanto. Rio Tinto. Big
Pharma, BP, Halliburton.

I been readin' there's
some dark shit goin' down.

Not that any of 'em
motherfuckers ever wanna hire us.

But the real criminals, they
don't bother with us small-timers.

And now Mr. Slovin will "interview"
two "prospective employees".

Many lessons to be learned here,
ladies. Please pay close attention.

Hello, and thank you for coming in today.

Well, hello to you, too.

Hello, and thank you so much for
taking the time to see me today.

The best boss I ever had?

I would have to say Gloria
in the kitchen right here

because she's really organized,
and she plays real good music.

My greatest strength, I'd have
to say, is my positive attitude,

and my aptitude for rote memorization.

I see something once, and I got it down.

I use my time very efficiently.
I'm almost never late.

She was late today.

For example, in my old
job, a long-term client

was about to take his
business to a competitor.

I was able to meet with the customer
and change the way we handled his account

on a day-to-day basis in
order to keep the business.

I think it's important to have close,

intimate relationships
with your co-workers.

It's good for morale, you know?

Okay, that's, like, a foul.

It was lovely meeting
both of you, thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Slovin, and may I
say what a privilege it would be

to work for the Philip Morris Corporation,

a company that has remained the
largest cigarette manufacturer

in the US since 1983,

plus has increased its dividends
46 times in the last 44 years.

You all tore this market
up in the face of a world

that was trying to tear you down.

Now, see, that's the company for me.

- Yeah! Yeah!
- Yeah, Taystee!

Thank you, Miss Jefferson.

Yeah, yes, let's hear a round
of applause for Miss Jefferson,

and Miss Gonzales.

Taystee! Taystee! Taystee!

They gonna need that picture, boo.

I'm afraid to see him lying there.

I think once you see
him, you won't be scared.

He's still our RJ. He's just
not in that body anymore.

But it's like, once the funeral is
over, he's really gone, you know?

Yeah.

I raised that boy.

Watched that smile go from
snaggletooth to lady-killer.

I swear he could charm
the fish out of water.

Man, how can they get away with this?

Ain't nobody gonna do nothing?

Cops claim he was armed.

I don't know, maybe he was. I...

I told him to not carry a piece.

A black man walking around
this city at night...

We had plans to go to the
Statue of Liberty together.

Neither of us ever been.

We had reservations to walk up
into the head and everything.

So stupid.

I'll take you.

I got you now, Taystee Girl.

You can't promise that.

I protect my babies.

This one got away,

but I swear to you, I will die
before I see that happen again.

I will keep you safe.

Come on, come.

Come on, I've got you.

- Well?
- How'd it go in there?

- Victory.
- Yeah! That's my girl!

Good for you, you must feel so much better.

- I just feel free.
- It was the yogurt, right? A mother knows.

The drink that I gave you has
helped women in my family dookie

for 14 generations.

You know, I think it was a
combination of both things.

Whatever it was, it don't
matter. I am so happy, you guys.

Hey, what's going on here?

- Daya finally shit!
- A big one.

She feels so much better now.

My God! I can't believe you guys!
I've never been so humiliated. Jesus!

Well, go on.

Go after her. Tell her it's gonna be okay.

Okay.

We embarrassed her.

Whatever, happens, mothers
embarrass their kids.

Yeah.

Hey, where the fuck did you get the yogurt?

So, Mr. Slovin, who gets the job?

Miss Tasha Jefferson.

That's right! In your face, Skinny Bean!

Whatever, it don't even mean nothing.

I don't even smoke.

Taystee!

Okay, and that concludes job fair.

Thank you, everyone. Thank you.

Hey, so, how do I get a hold
of someone about that job?

Excuse me?

A job. I heard you get hooked up
with one if you win this thing.

Winning is a victory in itself.

But last year, Ocampo got set
up with some receptionist gig.

That's simply untrue. This isn't a contest.

You do your best because that's
what you're supposed to do.

Why is it so hard for
you people to understand?

You're like babies. "Where's my
present?" "Pay attention to me."

"Give me things." "Fix
the heat." "Build a gym."

I'm not your goddamn mommy. Grow up!

In acknowledgment of your
hard work and success,

an award of $10 will be added
to your commissary fund. Enjoy.

Yeah, that's something.

That is something.
Thank you, Miss Figueroa.

Oh, shit.

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