All language subtitles for Orange.Is.the.New.Black.S07E03.And.Brown.Is.the.New.Orange.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.x264-NTG

It's bold. I'll give her that.

Boldly stupid.
Everybody out!

Did I stutter? Get out.

Go on, out!

You won't get to go home,
but you can't stay here.

Reznikov, I said move your ass.

Put one foot
in front of the other

and step the fuck out.

Let's go, Cathy. Time to get up.

Oh, looks like
Chatty Cathy ain't so chatty no more, huh?

Where you taking us

How do we know this ain't
another one of your sick games?

Relax. The SHU is closing down.

Why?
- New sheriff in town.

What happened to the old sheriff?

I need to push it all the way in.

Goddamn motherfuck!

Ah!

All done.

So is this what you pictured
when we started talking babymaking?

Well, you weren't not bent over
a kitchen island, ass up.

You want me to talk to your body for you?
Give it encouragement?

Maybe massage the area, huh?

Joe, I'm not getting pregnant
through my ass cheek.

I figure it's never too early to show
the kid who's good cop around here.

So that would make me bad cop?

Mmm. Make you... firm cop.

Because I'm cold
and heartless.

- Well, you are the new "ice" queen.
- Hilarious.

Why are we even doing this

if you don't think I'm gonna be
a good mother

Babe, I am balls deep
in medical science for you.

You think I would be poking
that gorgeous ass with needles

if I didn't think you were gonna be
an amazing mother?

Come on. Safe

Hmm?

What's this all about Oh, gross. I hate when you try
and predict my feelings, but...

yeah.

Mmm. Maybe what you need
is a Joe Caputo pep talk.

Oh, please. Save it for
your 12-year-old mentee who stole my job.

To be fair, you got fired.

And she's 26.

Not helping!

CO Hopper, good morning.

Ad Seg's already at capacity,

and your first day on the job,
you're closing down the SHU?

That is right. We will no longer
be using solitary confinement

as a means of discipline.

Listen. Over and over, studies conclude
that it's cruel and ineffective,

and it results in memory loss,
suicidal tendencies...

Tamika, we need a means of discipline.

All right? We need the threat
of a means of discipline.

And incentive programs
motivate good behavior

far more than fear of punishment.

Well, if we're not punishing them,
then what the hell is the point of prison?

Rehabilitation. Or at least it should be.

Perfect. Perfect.

So why don't we give them gold stars
and nut

If that's actually a suggestion, Hopper,

you're welcome to add it
to my suggestion box.

You wanna know what I think?
I think this is a move.

I think it's your way of justifying
why they gave you this job.

Excuse me, they didn't give me this job.
I got this job.

Yeah, let's go with that.

Not that I have to list my résumé to you,

but I've been taking prison management
courses for months now without you...

Oh, come on, Tamika! You really think
they looked at your night school classes

and thought, "Wow, she's so qualified"?

I got years on you, Tamika. Years!
Years of real-life experience.

We all know you got this job because...

Because you tick the right boxes.

What? You think I'm some sort
of diversity quota hire?

You don't?

Federal funding for detention centers
like ours is up 20%.

More ICE agents on the streets,

plus a growing list of deportable offenses
means our beds stay full.

Then we ship 'em out,
we bring in even more.

PolyCon charges $150 per day per detainee,

which means stocks rise,
people feel safer, everybody's happy.

This is your new office, by the way.
I got you a Nespresso.

What's the deal here, Linda?

You're treating this gig
like it's a reward,

and I can't help feeling
it's more of a punishment.

Mm, why's that?

Maybe because you gave my Max job
to an unqualified child?

You say unqualified,
I say differently qualified.

Tamika is the right face for the moment.

You got a diversity grant, didn't you?

It was huge.

And win-win. I mean, I can't think
of a person more suited to run this place.

You obviously don't care
what people think,

and you're very unyielding.

Hmm, yeah. I was gonna say "warden,"

but if that's the title you want,
we will make it work.

We're gonna get you a little plaque.

And this is your queendom.

Thank you.

Here they are.

It's so quiet.

They are much more docile,
compared to Max.

Our red uniforms are for Level Two,
people with felony convictions, etcetera.

Orange are our Level Ones,
our non-criminals.

So they're in orange,
but they're not criminals?

Well, they are criminals.
They're here, right?

- They came to our country illegally.
- That's exactly right, Carlos.

Carlos Litvack,
Natalie Figueroa, our new warden.

Mr. Litvack is head of ICE
here at PolyCon Detention.

ICE handles the processing,
the legal, the deportation.

And PolyCon handles
the housing and the feeding.

Cute, right?

Flew in here a few days ago.

Keeps the ladies entertained,
so we, uh, decided not to deport it.

Do any of them speak English?

Some, though most favor Español.

Majority are from Mexico, followed by
El Salvador, Honduras, Guatemala.

Then we have your others.

Your, uh, Haitians, your Jamaicans,
general Africans.

Of course, there's your Asian nerds,
your cool Asians.

But beware of the Plastics.

That was a Mean Girls joke.

So it's like the It's a Small World ride,

but minus the joy and the singing.
And the line is just as long.

Some do-gooder lawyer-advocate types
told the detainees

who were working in the kitchen
that they don't get paid

and it doesn't help their case,
so they quit.

Looks like you have your first task.

Luckily, America's cheapest labor force
is just down the hill.

This is so unfair!
This shit should be legit a crime.

To have a dick like that.

He had a Make-A-Wish dick,
and he wanted to take me to LA.

I could've been a wifey
or a trophy wife or a Real Housewife.

All I ever wanted to be was anything
with the word "wife" in it, you know?

But no! I had to say no.

And go to that stupid fucking Indigo club
and get scooped up with all these people.

- No offense.
- None taken.

What I don't understand is how
you even got into that club without ID.

Hello? Look at me.
I don't need an ID to get into places.

That's kinda like my thing.

She kinda looks like that girl from Glee
but with sharper lines, you know?

You know how hard it is
to get an ID after prison?

Sorry, I'm not a criminal.

People like you are the reason
this is so hard for the rest of us.

Bitch, I was born here.
I committed my crime legally.

Ugh!

Thank God you're in here.

You know what I mean. This shit's brutal.

I need to get in touch with someone
so that I can prove that I was born here.

- I'm gonna ask for my phone call.
- You don't get a phone call.

But there are phones right there.

You don't get a free call.

You gotta pay to set up an account,
and you gotta pay per minute.

Okay, well, fuck that.

When I get assigned my lawyer,
that's the first thing I'm gonna do.

You don't get a lawyer.

What? This is America.

Not in here.

It looks like a prison,
it smells like a prison,

but it's not a prison.

It's worse.

Okay, I get that you're all Sally Sadface
because you're an illegal and everything,

but that's just not me.

I'm not an illegal.

Sorry.
"Undocumented" or whatever.

But if we work together,

we can get in touch
with someone on the outside.

Oh, wait, what about your boyfriend?

It's over.

♪ We're all gonna die! ♪

♪ Now! ♪

Listen up, arrimados!

Before the police come,

let's not forget why we came here tonight.

This party may be illegal,
but that woman right there is not!

Diablo, Mr. Sexy Romantic,
made us throw you this party.

Congratulations on the green card, Blanca!

Tell us how it feels.

Really?

Um...

Well, it feels...

Very good!

And, like, a relief.

And I know
this is a bit ridiculous, but...

back in Santo Domingo,

my mom and dad would argue a lot...

and our place was tiny, we had two rooms,
there was nowhere to go.

And I remember that song from the show,
Perfect Strangers.

You know, with Balki and Larry?

And Balki would have that
"America or Burst" sign, and I thought,

"Wow, that country looks amazing.
Anything is possible there."

And now I'm here.

All I had to do was change
a bunch of adult diapers...

fill out all the paperwork,
wait 12 years, and then...

Welcome to America!

But none of that matters.

I love this country...

because it gave me Diablo.

Aw!
Whoa!

Say something less fucking corny!

Shut up, buttface!

I love you.

Wait, wait, wait.
You love me?

Yeah, I do.

Baby, I love you, too.

I've been wanting to tell you
for so long,

but you're so intimidating.

And now that you've said it,

I can say it.

Baby, I love you so much.

You make me so horny
when you're this cheesy.

Dude, you've got to stop
taking other people's puddings.

Why? There is a long history
in this country of pudding taking,

and it divides along chocolate
and vanilla lines.

Also, butterscotch. That's the Natives.

And that's why I...

God damn it!
- ...eat this pudding.

All right, listen.

All it's doing at this point
is pissing off the senior citizens.

Let me ask you a question.

What is it you really want?

Ice cream. And justice.

It's not fair that because Cindy lied,
Taystee has to be in prison now forever?

For ever ever? Yes.

And it can't even be fixed,

because they won't even be
in the same room together.

Unless I can get them
in the same room together.

Wait. But they hate each other.

Unless I can get two people
who hate each other in the same room.

But why would two people
who hate each other be in the same...

Unless... No.

Well, they could...
No, that will never work.

We gotta come up with a real, practical,
real-world example for this.

I got it! I got it. I got it.

The Parent Trap.

Ooh. Like when you tell people
that you're pregnant,

and then your friend's stepdad gives you
money for an abortion you don't need?

I never saw the remake.

Piper, you're amazing.

All I did was look up
"DIY sensory activities budget."

I can send you all links, if you'd like?

Please don't.
I can't research baby shit anymore.

Yesterday, I went online to buy a baby spoon,
and six hours later, I'm in a Google deep-dive

about how leaching plastics
are gonna kill us all.

So can we talk about anything else? Please.
Okay. All right. All right. Piper, you're up.

How'd the sexy pics go over
with your wife?

Oh, yes.
- Good!

Great. She loved 'em.

It's amazing how a little nip can bridge
the gap between time and space.

Enjoy those while those last.

Nothing doesn't get ruined.

Oh, my God. I'm gonna pee myself.

FYI, that gets ruined the most.

Oh!

Uh, I can hold her
while you go to the bathroom.

Are you sure?
I haven't day-peed alone in a month!

Thank you. Thank you.

Uh, go. I can keep an eye.
All right, then.

Pass the baby.

Ms. Chapman.

Oh, what's going on here?

Are we baking some babies?

You see that? Vause is dealing.

Doubt it. With the shit going down lately?
Her dumb ass is smarter than that.

Probably gunnin' for some curry love.

No, I saw something.
I'm gonna check it out.

What are you doing?

Vause, I know what you're up to.

You wanna save yourself some trouble?

Tell me where you're getting
the drugs from. Who's your source?

Or...

I'll have 'em haul your ass down
to solitary.

- Okay. All right, all right. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Let's chill, everybody.
New warden closed the SHU,

plus there's no way for us to know
what we didn't actually see.

Yeah. It was a bloody tampon.

See? Just a tamp.

You think you've got this place
all figured out, huh?

Well, I've got a new warden to impress,
so from now on,

you're getting nothing
in or out of this cell.

Whoever you're selling for,
better let 'em know you're burnt.

- Exactly.
- Also, you should never flush tampons.

The whole pipe will back up on you.

Hi, T! It's Suzanne.
And you are courageously invited to the...

...library for a meeting of the...

- Uh, the...
- Give me that.

First of all, this don't say
"courageously," it says "cordially."

And what's Suzanne want me
in the library for, anyway?

I don't know. Maybe she misses you.

I mean, if you ask me, I don't get it.
Was your friendship even that great?

Because in my experience,

the good memories from the past are
never as good as we remember them,

and then the bad ones are worse
than we remember them,

but our minds, they play these games
so we don't kill ourselves.

And we just keep doing shit.

Suzanne wants to talk to me so bad,
why don't she come and do it herself?

Have you met her?

She's weird.

But have you met you? 'Cause you're terrifying.

So why don't you just come to the library,
and you go down that wormhold?

- It's "wormhole."
- No. No, it's not!

No, it's not. I'm trying something new.

I understand,
but did you have to surprise me like that?

Yes, I did. Did you forget, Ms. Chapman?
You are on probation.

My job is rolling up on people.

How else can I catch them violating
or doing drugs

or running a baby fight club?

I promise you
I'm not running a baby fight club.

I know. I'm just being funny.

Ooh! Snickerdoodle. May I?

Please. They don't eat flour.

What?

Well, let me tell you what's not funny.

It's when I rolled up to the restaurant

that my newest supervisee
told me that she worked at,

only to be informed
that you were fired last week.

I guess I was feeling
so badly about being fired,

I didn't want to tell you
that I had been fired.

I'm sorry.

Okay, you need to tell me immediately
when there's a change of employment.

So, now, do you have a new job?

Here. Nannying for my niece.

And are they paying you?

In room and board and baby hugs.

Don't be cute.
Only I get to do that.

Will they be giving you a W-2
for your taxes at the end of the year?

I don't think so.

That's a favor.

Let me keep you on track,
Ms. Chapman, okay?

We have a rapport, but I can issue
a warrant for your arrest if need be.

So get a real job. Like, today.

Hey. The other ladies left because
they heard the um, former-felon thing.

But, uh, listen, we are here for you.

Literally no one is here for me.

Which must be hard to understand
because you're not a mom,

but at the end of the day, we're just...

we're just not comfortable.
I mean, I am cool with you.

But this one... Judgmental.

So I totally get it, though.

Getting back on your feet post-prison
must be so hard.

And we support you.

Sending good vibes, okay? Okay.

Damn. That... that was cold.

Hey, Hellman.

Boo!

Does this bother you?
Doesn't this bother you, huh?

Shit. Someone's not in the mood.

Not today.

Oh, that's too bad.

'Cause I had a lot of time
to think in the SHU.

Oh, yeah?

We gotta talk about Vause.

Thought it was Jefferson you'd be after.

Jefferson never
would have fucked with me

if Vause hadn't set me up.

So you're too scared
to beef with Jefferson?

I'm gonna deal with that crazy nightmare
in my own good time.

After we deal with Vause.

Hey, I'm not opposed.

That cunt flushed 1,500 bucks worth
of salt down the crapper today.

Oh. Exactly.

So you should get that cunt transferred.

Someplace wicked far away

where she'll never get to see
her lesbo wife again.

That's actually not bad.

I need to figure out a way
to get my birth certificate.

Show these motherfuckers
I don't belong here.

OMG!
Look! Look, it's a turtledove!

It's... It's a sign! Of... Of life or hope
or fuckin' keep on trying or something.

It's a sign you can get shit on
at any moment, even indoors.

I need to call...
I gotta call Daisy or my sister or my mom.

As soon as I figure out
one of their phone numbers.

You don't know anyone's numbers?
Not even your mother's?

I'm young, remember?

Plus, I don't really have
a great relationship with my mom.

And my mom doesn't have
a great relationship

with paying the phone bill.

So the only numbers I remember
are 911 or ones with songs.

Like, for pizzas and shit.

Oh, my God. I know who we should call.

- 1-800-Get-Sprung!
- Gross.

No, no. Seriously. You haven't heard
of that lawyer, Kay Sprung?

♪ DUI at night got you moaning? ♪

♪ Call Kay Sprung
And get off in the morning ♪

Yes!

Because I slept with someone
in their legal office. And...

it's a 1-800 number, so it's free.

Why don't you just get this?
Nothing here is free.

Not even a 1-800 number.

You need to buy a phone card
from the machine. With money.

Do you have any money?

No.

Do you have any money?

Yes.

I have $30 left from what came
from down the hill.

So come on!
A lawyer could help both of us.

Yeah! See? The dove was a sign.
The dove was a sign.

Nine "Service needed. Please call."

Machine of the Devil!

Fuck your mother
on the altar!

Everything went to shit!

How so

So it's good? Look at it.

Sancocho tastes better to me.

Yes. It's good.

Not as good as
my mother's Olla soup, but...

...you're getting there.

Bianca? Bianca!

You should go. She's home.

Bianca!

Oh, fuck.

What happened?

I went grocery shopping.
What does it look like?

Now, come and help me unload.
What is he doing here?

Never mind him. What happened to the car?

Oh! I was driving along,

and this mailman runs right out of nowhere
and right into my car.

You mean his truck ran into your car?

No, he did. He hit my car with his body.
Right out of nowhere, I tell ya!

My God.

I knew it was too soon for the old bat
to start driving again!

Okay, what happened to him?
Did the ambulance come and get him?

How am I supposed to know?

I left before they could say
it was my fault. It was clearly his.

We have to call the cops.

No. No, no, no, no.
- Mi amor, I don't know about this.

You could get into trouble...

So could she! Huh?

And if she goes, I lose my job and...

Bianca, I've told you
so many times, speaka the English.

You're sure about this, my love?

Yes. She's a fucking cunt,
but she's my fucking cunt.

Stop watching me
and help me unload!

I got these 12 for a dollar.

If you're nice to me,
maybe I'll give you one.

You know, go.
I'll... I'll call you later. It'll be fine.

Yeah. Scram, buster!

And then in the legend,
I put, "D is for Diarrhea."

Tell me,
did you write down every single thing

that happened while I was gone?

No, I just wrote down three things
that stood out from every day,

so they wouldn't all meld together.

Oh. Did you hear
there were two murders and one OD?

But rumor is that was a murder, too.

Reznikov, new work assignment.
They want you to run a kitchen.

Pick four inmates to help you
and give me the list by tomorrow.

No.

That wasn't an invitation, inmate.
That was an order.

I'll say it again. No.

Dwight, please keep reading
from your boring book.

Maybe that will drive her away.

Here's from a section
I called "Wonderings."

"What day is it in Stevie Wonder's song,
'I Just Called to Say I Love You'?

We know it's not New Year's Day.
We know it's not..."

I don't understand.
Everyone wants the kitchen gig.

Not anymore.

Oh, and Thursday's memory
was my grandmother's Vicks VapoRub.

Hmm.

I'm not the only inmate
with experience running a kitchen.

You should ask Gloria.

Gloria who?

Mendoza.

Suit yourself.

I don't understand.

The new Outlander season
ain't even out yet.

Oh! Wait.
You went to the Dark Web, huh?

Mmm. I heard all about the Dark Web
on Black Twitter.

Well, well...

The fuck is this?

Parent trapped!

The hell are you doing,
Suzanne?

This is your chance
to make everything better.

Now...

commence!

"Commence," huh?

Taystee, I tried to make it right.
You gotta know I did.

You gotta know I did.
I went and talked to the lawyer,

- but it was too late...
- Taystee, don't go.

Suzanne, I will throw you
across this fucking room.

Hear me out.

All I want is for us to be friends again.

No! I know you're gonna say,

"No, no, that friend ship has sailed,"
but I need us to fix this.

I don't know!

Make your own justice.

I know what I would do.

Beat her ass.

Go for it.

Beat me up.

I deserve it.

That's what you want, huh?

Fuck you.

Taystee...

Get your last look at Morticia,

'cause we're about to say bye-bye-bye
to her creepy ass, thanks to me.

What'd you do?

That's for me to know and you to witness
as my plan slowly unfolds.

Or maybe you won't see anything at all!

All you need to know
is that bitch is going down.

What'd you say?

Oh, no. I wasn't talking about you.
I was talking about someone else.

That's what I thought.

See? We cool.
That's my Taystee girl right there!

Stop! Jefferson, stop!

10-33! Need help down here! 10-33!

Taystee, let go! Let go!

No! Shit!

Shut it down! Fight's over! Shut it down!

Hopper, what do you want me
to do with them?

Well, we can't put 'em in SHU.

I don't know, Warden.

What do they say to do
about this situation in night school?

Uh...

We could, um...

Uh...

All right, lock them
in separate cells, alone.

Double up the others if you have to,
and we'll figure it out from there.

Move!

Hi! You're so pretty!

Anyway, listen. My friend has money
in her account,

but the kiosk is broken
and there aren't any more phone cards,

- so...
- Wait. Wait. Um...

Do you speak Spanish?

Uh, perhaps French?

English?

Yes, but you'll never know that!

Leave me alone, you rogue thieves.

Oh! Ugh!

Okay. Is it rude to wish
that more people in here spoke English?

Yes, it is very rude.

Oh. Hello. I could not help but listen in
on your conversation earlier.

See, that's sort of my thing.

Here's my phone card
on which I have $12 remaining.

When the machine is working again,

I expect a transfer of $30
from the wild one's account.

That's a total rip-off.

Yes, but I don't really know you.
It's $12 plus the risk I'm assuming.

- Deal.
- No deal.

Dude, it's $5 a minute.
It takes three minutes to connect.

Okay. All we need is two minutes.

That's all my money.
- Thank you.

Uh, your name again?

Efua Onagbeboma.
Sorry, I do not shake hands.

Okay. It's, like, a cultural thing.

Germophobe.

Right.

Okay.

Hi!

Uh, yes. Can I please speak... No, no, no!

This fucking bitch put me on hold.

Good day.

Yes. May I please speak
to Jason the paralegal?

Yes, Jason.
The one with the face and the cute...

Fuck! This bitch put me on hold...

Jason! Hi!

Yeah, it's Maritza. Maritza Ramos.

We met at the funeral.

Y
The one with the, um, afterlife theme?

You said I was the first to do
the wheelbarrow thing with you.

Okay, listen. So I...

I need a lawyer.

I'm an American citizen,
and I've been detained by ICE. And...

The fuck?

Hello

The card is spent?

Oh, my God.
Unbelievable!

Blanca, wait! Where are you going?

Nowhere.

'Cause there's nowhere to fucking go

and no one to fucking call,
you stupid, dumb, Colombian Barbie.

Okay. One, I'm Colombian-American.

And two, what does my hotness
have to do with this?

Okay. Listen, listen.

We have to stay positive.

Okay? T... Think about our bird of hope!

You wasted our last fucking opportunity.

Just leave me alone. Okay?

I can't believe, of all people,
that you're giving up!

You are the stankass
who pissed herself back at camp

so the guards wouldn't touch you.

Bitch, you stood on tables.

That's not who I am anymore.

I already had nothing,

and now I have less than nothing
because of you, dumbass.

Don't blame me
because your boyfriend abandoned you.

At least I'm trying!

Well, stop! Stop trying!

Stop hoping.

Because look around you.
Nobody is coming for us.

And it's not a fucking dove,
you fucking idiot!

It's a pigeon.

Okay. Pigeon, dove...
It's the same fucking thing!

No, it's not.

Nobody gives a fuck about pigeons.

Hello.

Baby? Baby, it's me.

Blanca?

Oh, my God! I'm so relieved to hear you.

What happened
I don't understand.

I don't understand, either.

They're not
telling us anything.

ICE grabbed me outside
of Litchfield, and now I'm in Arizona.

Well, no problem. I'm coming tomorrow.

I'll borrow money and drive there.

It's not worth it.

They just keep
transferring people for no reason.

I'm asking them why they're
doing all this, but no one will tell me.

And they are treating us...

They're just treating us so...

I don't know
why this is happening.

Me neither.

I'm sorry, baby.

I know I ruined everything
for us before because of that old cunt.

And it was one thing when you wanted
to wait the two years for me...

But this?

You can't keep waiting forever.

No, my love, don't say that.

We've gotten through
everything else in the past.

We're gonna get through this, too. Okay?

What's a few more months

while we figure this out?

We have the rest of our lives together.

We're gonna try heroin
when we're 80, remember?

We're gonna have
our own washer and dryer.

And a dog named...

Mojito.

Baby...

I love you very much. Tell me...

Uh, what
I need to know.

Okay. Get a pen.

I'm gonna give you my alien number. Use it to track me online.

Find out what happened
to the "permanent"

in my "permanent resident"
status.

Hang tight, my beautiful dove.

- Wardy Ward, wait up!
- Don't call me that.

What's up, Hellman?

Hey, don't mind Hopper today.
He's under a lot of pressure lately.

Oh! He's under a lot of pressure?

Yeah, yeah.
But listen, I think I can help you.

I've been looking at this whole situation,
you want my opinion?

You need to transfer Vause.

Vause?

Trust me, it's for her protection.

I mean, if you look at it,
she's the root of all this stuff.

Murphy and her crew have it out for her.

It's only a matter of time
before she leaves here on a stretcher.

Now...
Now, I know you have a lot on your plate,

so I already filled out the request.
All's you have to do is sign it.

Sure, I'll take a look.

Awesome. Just looking out for you.

I think another incident
like that free-for-all back there

would be a bad look for the new warden.

And by the way, I love that blazer on you.

So is it everything
you thought it would be?

What are you doing here?

Grabbing a few things.
The new place is really bare bones.

So, how was your first day?

Good. Good.

Oh, this.

Workplace hazard, you know?

God damn it!

How the hell do you ever
adjust this thing?

You can't. It's broken.

I put in a request months ago.

Fuck.

You are not gonna last long
around this place

if a broken chair sends you
into that kind of tailspin.

It's not about the stupid chair.

Can I ask you an honest question?

Only if you want an unyielding answer.

I only got this job because I'm black...

right?

Pretty much.

And I only had it because I'm a woman.

And I only got the new job
because I'm a fucking bitch.

Look, it doesn't really matter
how we get the job.

What matters is what we do
once we have them.

That your suggestion box?

Yeah.

Cute.

Here's my suggestion.

Do whatever the fuck you want.

And get a better blazer.

Red! What are you doing?

I've been looking
all over the place for you.

The sound of the tumble noise
is very soothing.

You know, they came by my cell,
offered me the kitchen.

But I also know you turned it down.

And they say Russians
are the ones to leak things.

Since when do you voluntarily
give kitchens to me?

Gloria...

I don't think I can do it.

Something happened to me in that box.

I left part of myself in there.

How are you okay?

I don't think that I am.

But...

I think the way we get back to...

who we were before
is by doing the things we did before.

You know what I mean?

Before what?

The SHU

America?

Listen, I want the kitchen,
but only if you're there with me.

That's how we get
those parts of ourselves back, Red.

Maybe we can, um...

get some of the old gang together again.

Nicky and Lorna.

Norma and Gina.

Norma and Gina aren't here.

No, of course.

So it'll be like old times?

Yeah.

I'll run the kitchen,
and you'll be my lieutenant.

Oh! I see how you Russians work.

You say communism,
but you mean dictatorship.

Suzanne, what the hell are you doing?
You're gonna get a shot.

I'm sad.

I'm sad and I don't feel better,

and neither does Cindy,
and neither does Taystee,

and nothing ever makes me feel better.

Shh! Let's just think.
Let's think about this.

There's got to be some way
that we can make this right.

Tell me, does anything else happen
in any of these other movies you've seen?

I don't know.

All I know is that
this terrible thing happened

and there is no going back
unless we do an Outlander

and go through the stone
of Craigh na Dun...

- Then, tell me what happened at camp.
- I can't tell you anything.

- Cindy told me not to tell anyone.
- Fine.

She told you not to tell any persons,
but...

can you tell me?

Hm? I mean, technically, I'm not a person,
seeing as I have no blood or vital organs.

You promise, promise,
never to repeat this?

Oh, I promise, promise.

Okay.

So...

I brought donuts.

Your mother has me doing the Whole30.

I don't know what that is.

Prison, remember?

Yeah. Trust me, I'll never forget.

So, if you brought the donuts,

I take it you're able to pay me back
the $50 you borrowed?

Soon. So soon.

Do you remember that summer
I interned for you in high school?

I was wondering if I could do that again.

But as a job. If you'd hire me.

Piper, I don't think my clients
are gonna be comfortable with a felon

looking through their credit information.

I'll file, make copies,
make coffee, make anything.

I want to pay you back.

For everything.

So I'm supposed to help you pay me back?

Yep.

Because I'm still your daughter.

Because life isn't long enough
for us to be like this.

Maybe this is the beginning
of a road back.

There's gotta be a way back.

I have been meaning
to, uh, digitize all my old files.

How are you with minutiae
and following direction? Good. Very good.

Prison, remember?

Please get rid of this donut.

Any notes on my performance yesterday?

Maybe the whole getting-in-my-face
part was a bit on the nose,

but I think Hellman bought it.

He bought it. He was so pissed,

he actually ate all the burritos
he brought in.

By the way, I got the stuff.

Raided my mom's medicine cabinet.

I'm not sure what those are,

and some might be expired,
but it's a start.

A random assortment of pills?

This one says "Centrum Complete."

Have you seen the people in here?

I'd think a multivitamin
would be a hot commodity.

You need heroin or something good.

Fine. Sell heroin from
where you get heroin from.

I get it from you.

Well, I don't know how to get heroin.

Then how did you think this was gonna work

when you roped me
into your fucking scheme?

And why did I actually flush the drugs?

I don't know. It had to look real.

I'm sorry I don't know
how to procure heroin, okay?

I'm one of the good ones.
This is all new to me.

Not anymore.
You're forcing me to sell drugs for you.

Look,

things are a little tough right now
and I really need the money, okay?

It's a long story. I just... I need it.
So just sell the pills.

Or else...

All right, look, there is...
There is another thing we can do.

You know how everyone
has a phone in here, right?

You know what they don't have?

Headphones.

Jesus. You are bad at this.

They don't have juice.

Badison sold everyone a phone,

but it's so hard to get a charge in here
without getting caught.

If you could bring in
those portable charger things,

we could make a mint.

And it's not a felony.

We charge people to charge.

I'll go to a Target.

Or is this more of a Costco type of thing?

Either way, I'll go right after work.

Actually, I can't go right after work...

- I don't need to know your life.
- Okay.

And, I mean, when Jefferson gave
that right cross to Murphy's face? Yowza.

Morning.

Hopper, take a look.

Making some changes around here.

Great, let's hope
you've come to your senses.

You're reopening the SHU?

Nope. Making strategic
inmate transfers instead.

Move Tasha Jefferson back to D-Block
and Cindy Hayes over to Florida.

Oh, and, Hellman, about Vause...

Thanks for the suggestion.

But I looked into it,
and it's Murphy who keeps getting jumped.

That's why she's being
transferred to Missouri.

Ward, this is crazy.
You can't do all this!

Tell me again what I can't do.

Oh, and, Dixon, carry this chair
down to my office for me.

Yes, ma'am.

Hopper, sorry.

Hey, um, thanks for adding me
to your new crew.

You were always one of my best girls
and, frankly, you're the only one left.

Oh, we missed you, Red.
And Sterling missed you, too.

Sterling?

That's right.
You don't even know who he is yet.

You gotta see this kid, Red.

Yes, of course.
I can't wait to see this little yozhik.

It's good to have you back.

Hey, yo, Blake, I know
I'm not the boss of this place,

but isn't the kitchen back that way?

Kitchen? I was told
to take you to the van.

Well, maybe it's a good surprise.

Like a outdoor barbecue-type situation.

Oh, right. I'll just add that to the list
of good prison surprises we've all had.

"US Marshal"?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. What's this?

Relax. It's not your ride.

Coming through!

Please, don't do this.
I don't know anyone in Missouri.

Then maybe you should have been Goodison.

Don't tell me those bitches
are coming with me.

Nope, just you.

Please.
Nah.

Fuck!

I'm so confused. Where are we going?

This way my sister will know
it's really me.

You think someone would forge your letter
from a detention center?

You wouldn't understand.
I've had a lot of stalkers over the years.

Right. Because of your face?

And my body.

Excuse me. Where is the outgoing mail?

It's over there.
But you need to put a stamp on it first.

Okay. Well, where do I get a stamp?

At the kiosk.

But the kiosk is broken.

Which is why I couldn't get a phone card,
which is why I wrote a letter.

This was before I made a real enemy
by stealing this envelope

and after I traded in my food
for the paper

and my socks for the pen.

And now you're saying
that there's no more stamps?

Wish I could help.

Let's go. It's not worth it.

I don't wanna hear it.

I wasn't gonna say it.

Baby, are you crying?

Oh, my love.

You look beautiful.

You do, too.

All right, enough with the PDA.
Talk or walk.

Bueno, baby, I looked into it.

I used
all the coffee can money

and got an appointment
with an immigration lawyer.

And

It's not good.

She says
that your green card's been invalidated

because you committed
a deportable offense.

For covering up
for the old lady's hit

No, it wasn't that.

She said it was because you pled guilty
to being an organizer in the riot.

That's why they didn't give me extra time.

To set me up with this shit!

I know, I know.
But it doesn't matter.

Baby, no matter what...

we will figure this out.

What if they deport me back
to Santo Domingo?

I haven't been there in 15 years... Baby, I won't let them.

Besides,
now that you're in Litchfield,

at least I can visit, right?

My love, at least here I can touch you.

It's been so long since
I've been able to touch your skin.

Mr. Zuniga?

You got any other form of documentation
with you today

I was told I didn't need that.
That my New York ID's enough.

Right, but part of our protocol is
we cross-reference the immigration status

with all the visitors
in and out of our facility.

And yours came up flagged for us.

Flagged

Only asking some questions here, sir.
No need to raise your voice.

He did not raise his voice.

No, listen. Please, okay?

I'm a legal permanent resident.
I've got a green card.

Did I say step forward?

You do not step forward
until I tell you to.

Can you produce that card for me?

I... I didn't bring it with me.
It's expired. I'm waiting on a new one.

But you just finished saying
you were legal.

- I am.
- But if your green card's expired,

then you're not actually
a legal permanent resident.

Tell you what. We're gonna bring you
into processing as we sort this out.

And if there's no problem, like you say,
there's not gonna be a problem.

And if that's the case,
we'll have you on your way soon.

- So, come on.
- No, stop.

No, no, you can't do this! Hold on.
You can't do this! He didn't do anything!

I'm scared. Yeah.

No one even knows where we are.