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[cell door slams]

[cell door slams]

[rock music playing on radio]

That shit is disgusting, man.
I don't know how you drink it.

[Luschek chuckles] Yum.

If I could tell five-year-old me
that one day he'd be able to get drunk

off the liquid equivalent

of Werther's Originals
for $5.98 a bottle,

he'd be fucking psyched.

[laughs]

Or, actually, really confused
about what drunk means.

[scoffs] Lucky you.

Five-year-old me knew
exactly what being drunk meant.

- Want a nibble?
- Nah, man. I... I gotta work.

So?

Ah, my manager's up my ass, you know?

He's gonna know I'm high
the second he sees me.

You didn't listen to me, man.

I told you, you gotta show up high
on your first day, man.

That way they think that's who you are.

[mockingly] But no, you had to go
and make a good impression,

get off on the right foot.

Now, you're screwed.

[garbled] Can't let other people
define you, man.

When are you getting
the boot off your truck?

After I get my bike out of impound.

[sniffs] Thanks for the ride.

[woman talking indistinctly on PA]

Boom!

Mmm! Hey, um, Joel?

- Me?
- Sorry, did I get that wrong?

I thought it was Joel.

I saw it on your mailbox,
uh, which is overflowing.

I just think you might wanna
take care of that before Piscatella sees.

[mimicking Piscatella]
Keep things orderly and in order!

- Uh, what's your, uh, first name?
- Baxter.

[giggles] Your parents
named you Baxter Bayley?

That sounds like a cartoon dog name.

My dad's really into dogs,
actually, so...

Uh, it's weird.

- Yeah.
- Here's the thing, Baxter Bayley, uh...

I don't really like to pay too much
attention to anything around here,

especially if it requires me
to do something as a result.

So, uh, if you're gonna
point something out to me,

it should be something awesome,
like cake or pie in the break room.

Yeah. Got it, Joel.

Uh... it's, uh... Luschek.

Sorry.

Look, I just... I really think
you need to deal with your letters.

- What the hell?
- Told you.

_

_

[gulps] Oh!

_

"Caputo's dingleberries"?

I gotta go.

Hmm? Okay.

Well, I will let you know
if I see cake or pie.

[chuckles] Great.

- Thanks.
- Have fun.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, hey, morning, sugar.

- [chuckles]
- Inmate. [sighs]

[sniffs] Do I smell butterscotch?

[gasps] Ah.

Do I look like my 92-year-old nana?

Ooh, boy. Somebody's
in a mood this morning.

So, what have you got there?

- Fan mail.
- Ah! Oh, wait.

All right, little advice.

You wanna get yourself
a signature stamp,

save you hours.

Aren't you full of time-saving tips?

Mmm. So, you got yourself
an overzealous pen pal?

Uh... former inmate here.

And I thought I was special.

Wasn't like that.

[cell door slams]

[Karen] That must've taken
a lot of courage.

Remember, you have
a community that serves you.

Thank you for your honesty today.

[inmates applauding]

Now, before I distribute today's chips,

join me in the Serenity Prayer.

[all] God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to know the difference.

Okay.

So it looks like I only have
one chip to celebrate today,

and it's a goody.

Nichols.

Care to come up here?

[chuckles softly]

- Three years. Well done.
- [softly] Thank you.

[inmates applauding]

[chuckling] Hey! Well, shit, man,

if I knew you guys were gonna clap,
I would've brought my tap shoes.

[all chuckle]

Uh, you know, to be honest,

I never really believed in this bullshit
before, you know?

I'd go to rehab and no one told me

that you guys give it away
for free in here.

I should've just gotten locked up,
like, a decade ago,

saved my mom a suitcase of cash.

[all chuckle]

Although, I do miss the cigarettes.

- [inmates murmuring]
- [inmate 1] Aw.

- Really miss the cigarettes.
- [inmate 2] Damn.

Hey... and like, how the fuck
do you have AA with no smokes?

- [inmates chuckling]
- It's nuts.

And it's criminal.
You know, so to speak.

Anyway... [sighs]

[sighs]

This valueless piece of crappy plastic
really means a lot to me.

Uh...

symbolism, et cetera.

Well, screw it, you know,
I'm fucking proud of myself, so...

[inmates applauding]

[Karen] All right, everyone.
So, I'll see you tomorrow.

Keep coming back.

[all] It works if you work it.

[Karen] Okay.

- You fucking kidding me?
- Contraband.

Shit.

[panting]

[Sankey] Morning, sister.

Sorry, I, uh... I have a thing...

over here.

[panting]

I would've asked,
but since we're sneaking

into each other's bunks
in the middle of the night,

I thought it was... safe to assume.

I was sleepwalking.

Climbing... whispering.

- What's going on with you?
- Nothing. I'm great. [scoffs]

I'm just sitting here...

enjoying the prison breeze.

I'm worried about you.

The other night
was really out of character.

Maybe it's entirely in character,
but you wouldn't know

because we haven't talked in so long.

Fine.

I will leave you alone.

[Alex sighs]

But I'm here if you ever wanna
drop the sarcasm and talk to me.

Oh, my God.

How generous!

Now you have time for me?
Now you wanna talk?

Where were you before?
When I needed you?

I begged you to listen to me,

and you were too busy
fucking that tattooed kangaroo

and calling me paranoid.

I spent months thinking that
I was crazy because of you!

And you know what? I was right.

Right? What do you mean, you were right?

Nothing. Never mind. I have to go.

[sighs]

[inmates laughing]

Most likely to be
an undercover baller goes to...

- Maritza.
- [squeals]

- [cheering]
- [laughing]

[Maria clapping]

I have dreamt about this moment
my whole life.

- [inmates chuckling]
- No, but for real, though,

that was, like,
some James Bond-level shit.

- Ooh!
- Panty Galore. Hi.

[laughing]

No, but seriously, when do we get paid?

Alonso's gonna let me know
when all the inventory's sold.

[scoffs] Yo, this is a real shame.

- Hmm?
- [Ouija] We got a group here, right?

We got a system. So...

Oh, why we ain't going
after the hard stuff?

That's true. How much
we ever gonna make off panties?

Yo, we gotta be patient, all right?

Our crew ain't about
nothing illegal, you hear me?

- This is the game in here right now.
- Why?

So we're gonna play the game
and we're gonna win.

On behalf of
the Litchfield Safety Task Force,

you need to halt your gathering.

What the fuck you saying?

Congress...

[stammers] Shit. No, that's not it.

- Um, conga...
- [inmates snickering]

- Ca... Conga. Conga. This shit?
- [inmates chuckling]

"Congregating." It's "congregating."

- Yeah. Congregating...
- [Maria chuckling]

...in a group of four or more
is no longer allowed.

- [scoffs] What?
- [chuckles]

- Man, get the fuck outta here. Stupid.
- [Maria laughing] So stupid.

Look, you dirt taco.

[inmates] Whoa!

You move along

or I'll call a CO over here
and get y'all some shots.

What'd you just call her?

- What's the problem?
- They're gathering, sir.

Oh, gathering, huh?

Well, I guess that's some shots.

- [Pidge] What?
- Oh! Are you serious, man?

- [Dixon] Yeah.
- Are you fucking kidding me?

Really?

[typing]

It's like he's in my head.

- It's like he's talking right to me.
- That's good.

[sighs]

Can I pitch you a crazy idea?

You wanna make me breakfast.

That is very sweet. [chuckles]

Stick with me for just a second.

We have all these issues
because of the overcrowding, right?

We have lack of space,
unemployment, bad behavior,

but you know what I think
the biggest problem we have is?

My hunger?

Boredom.

The inmates are restless.

They have nothing
to fill up their time, so they're...

they're picking fights
and they're acting out,

and you can't really blame 'em,

and we don't have the money
to give them jobs,

but we can give 'em something else.

Something that gives them a reason to...

to get dressed in the morning.

That makes them
more productive members of society,

in and out of prison.

[sighs]

We can give 'em classes.

That sounds expensive.

But it wouldn't have to be.

MCC would never let one of those

fruity liberal arts schools
inside our walls.

I know that. That's why I was thinking

we can train the guards
to lead the classes.

We don't have to teach calculus,

just some more concrete life skills.

We can call them...

enrichment classes.

This can make a real difference
in some of these women's lives.

And maybe ours, too.

If I can get this off the ground...

it has the potential
to be career-defining.

Right?

I can help.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I know how to pitch things to MCC.

It's all about using
the right language with them,

putting things in their terms.

When I'm in my flow,
they don't even realize

what they're saying yes to.

You think that's the right approach?

Absolutely. You let me handle them.

You focus on your legacy. Go, team.

- [both chuckling]
- Go, team!

[chuckles] And go omelet, maybe?

Like, a scramble?

- Scramble? You're hungry?
- Love a scramble.

- [laughing] I'm hungry. I'm starving.
- You need to eat.

This is good, Joe. This is so good.

- I'm gonna make you an omelet.
- Great. Go, team!

This week we seen
two sets of titties on the walls,

which is less than four the week before,

and only one pussy.

Uh, but to be honest,
it wasn't really drawed that well,

so I don't think anybody knew
it was supposed to be a pussy, anyway.

Yeah, chalking that up
as a win all around.

Been breaking up groups
of border niggers

and plain niggers, too.

Spooking spooks.
Crunching nachos. Ain't nothing.

[hands slap]

This has been moderately
to minimally helpful.

Thank you, inmates.

[Sankey] Wait, we got more.

Some of us girls
have also been noticing panties.

[laughs] Why don't you just, uh,
leave the strip-searching up to us?

Not the regular panties.
The fancy ones from the sewing job.

Slutty panties.

Well, I think they're pretty.

Shouldn't we be focusing
on gang activity?

Girls wearing panties
sounds pretty harmless to me.

For perverts.

- Cash money. Crotch sniffing.
- Yeah.

It's a business. We heard.

You're telling me that somebody's
making money off of dirty panties?

Yeah, they're selling for, like,
$700 to Chinamen in China.

That's what we heard.

[Angie] Oh, we heard that. Yeah.

[Dixon] Thank you for your intel.

[inmate 1] Keep it steady.

[whirs]

[inmate 2] All right, I got it.

[drill whirring]

[Coates] Yeah, see, if you wanted
to be the United States,

you should've been the women,
because they're good at soccer.

Whereas the men, not so much.

I'm not gonna be some chick team, dude.

- Oh, damn it!
- [Coates] Yeah, that's offsides.

[drilling]

I can't concentrate with all the noise
from the idiots out there.

You want a soda?

- Anything harder?
- Aren't you on the clock?

[mockingly imitates Coates]
"Aren't you on the clock?"

- [hammering]
- [inmates exclaiming]

Maybe I should just call
the cable company instead.

- If you wanna pay for it, sure.
- [inmate exclaiming]

Teaching them to install illegal cable
doesn't exactly sound like rehabilitation.

- [inmates clamoring]
- [Luschek sighs]

Hey, it's a practical skill
in the real world, my friend.

I'm bleeding.

- What the fuck did you do?
- Jesus.

I cut myself with that shitty,
rusty wire cutter you gave us.

- Come on, run.
- What? No, I need to go to medical!

At halftime, just...

- wrap a sock around it or something.
- [Gina scoffs]

One more scar's
not gonna change your world.

- [exclaims] Fucking asshole.
- [cheering on TV]

Oh, goal! Take that, fucker!

I wasn't even playing, man.

You're such a piece of shit.

What did you say, inmate?

I said, you're a piece of shit!

- You wanna spend some time in the SHU?
- Hey, man, she needs to go to medical.

Are you defending her?

If she's telling you
she needs something,

you need to listen to her.

They're people, for Christ's sake.

It's our job to take care
of these women.

Do your fucking job!
You're not listening to her.

Are you joking?

Get out of my house.

No? Not joking?

It's been a real buzzkill.

[inhales sharply]

Let's go, tetanus.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

[Gina] What?

Can you give us a ride?

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

- [clattering]
- [hinges squeaking]

[male CO] Hey, get a move on, inmate.

- [indistinct conversations]
- [cell doors slam]

What's your business?

Well, I figured I'd bust out of here

and sell generic disinfectant and
cleaning rags on the street for pennies.

Man, come on. It's me.

Answer the question.

I am a cleaning porter,

as my giant accomplice here
might indicate.

Take a left down hallway A,

a right down hallway 21...

and then report to the SHU gate.

Oh, hey, let me ask you a question.

Uh, at what point
do I get to meet the wizard?

Oh, thank you.

See ya.

- [SHU inmates speaking indistinctly]
- [Nicky] Michigan, Lansing.

Minnesota, Jackson.

Missouri, Jefferson City.

[Sophia] Mississippi.
You forgot Mississippi.

Mississippi.

God damn.

I always do that.

[SHU inmate] Shut that motherfucker!

- What, you a Peeping Tom now?
- [clears throat]

Hi, Burset.

Be honest with me.

Ever seen me look this ravishing?

Uh...

if we're using "ravishing"
as a synonym for "horrendous," never.

Nichols, right?

You're on this hallway a lot?

Maybe once a week.

And I never really know
where they're gonna assign me.

[softly] Listen.

Can you get me a blanket?

Bring it in next time you come through?

[stammers] I'd love to help you,
I just, uh...

I'm really trying to keep
on the straight and narrow.

Please. I'm not sleeping.

I'm gonna lose my mind
if I don't get some rest.

And we both know what happens
if you go insane in this place, right?

[sighs] Hey, uh, I feel you.
I really do.

But think about it,
I don't even know where to find a spare.

Even if I did,
they'd just spot it in a second.

You'd be fucked. I'd be fucked.

I get it.

Sorry I asked.

[softly] Hold on.

Here.

At least that'll keep
your mind occupied.

All right, so just go slowly, all right?

Read every word,
even the ads. [chuckles]

Reciting the capitals helps me
if that doesn't work.

[chuckles]

[cell door slams]

- I gotta go. I gotta go. Okay.
- What's it like outside today?

Is it raining?

[Humphrey] Go.

Whoa, Snow White and her high hoes.

Why don't you get in
the back of the line?

- [Humphrey] Next.
- What's going on?

Oh, it's a stop-and-frisk.

[Humphrey] Over here. Next.

Over here.

Thank you.

- Next.
- Are you wearing?

Mmm-hmm.

- [Humphrey] Here.
- Fuck.

[Humphrey] Next.

Over here, please.

Oh, yeah, hustle.

Next.

Right over here.

Go.

Next.

Go.

You.

No.

You.

You look interesting.

- Where are you from, inmate?
- Hawaii.

Ooh.

Well, over here.

Aloha.

- Next.
- Well, hello there, CO, sir.

How are you today?

Go.

Come on.

And next.

[CO] Next.

Shit.

[CO] Next.

[Taystee] Look at this.

Oh, shit. That's Betty Cracker herself.

I was in that grass this morning.

That exact grass.

Damn. We could've been in this pic.
Been all prison famous.

You know what's better than being famous?

Uh... pizza, daisies, smelly markers,

any animal, a really good dream,
a warm bath,

- picking a booger, a dry one...
- Ugh!

...pizza, graham crackers
and icing sandwiches,

the feeling you get
when you make a really good joke

and someone laughs, in a nice way,
not a mean way, and they...

- Money!
- Money?

- Cash money, y'all.
- [laughs]

Yo, do you know how much
these paparazzi people make

off of one of these celebrity pictures?

If they be flying
these robocops over Litchfield

just to get this janky-ass picture...

imagine how much a close-up could be.

That's what those drones are doing?

The aliens aren't coming?

Yo!

Focus!

- My bad. My bad.
- Mmm-hmm.

I got the Internet.

- Where?
- You got on Caputo's computer.

Yo! That's a game changer!

I know! I know, I know, I know!
Okay, okay, okay.

So, all we got to do now
is find ourselves a cell phone,

and we got ourselves a retirement plan.

[Suzanne gasps] Yo...

I'm gonna retire in that hotel
with the indoor water park in Ohio.

Lord, give me strength.

[Lolly] You got kids?

[Healy] No.

Wasn't in the cards.

Didn't have the genetics.

[chuckling]
Well, that don't stop most people.

[chuckles] Well, there was some
family medical history

I didn't wanna pass on.

You?

Well, the... Okay, the me
that I used to be wanted 'em...

but considering my present situation...

it's probably good that I didn't make
any more little Lolly-pops.

Hey, have you ever seen The Twilight Zone?

- Up here every day.
- [laughs]

You know, my mother loved it.

And there was an episode

where this couple
wakes up in a strange house.

So they go downstairs,
and they're looking for other people.

They can't find any other people.

They try to make a call,
and all the phones are fake.

- No!
- Yes.

[both laugh]

And outside, there are fake squirrels,

stuffed... posed on fake trees.

So, at the end...

this really huge hand
reaches down from the sky

and picks them up.

And it's a young girl...

but she's a giant...

and the couple are stuck
in her play world,

so she can make them do
whatever she wants.

Whoa.

My mother...

was... like you.

Similar issues.

And she would always say...
that that's how it felt,

like she was locked...
in a fake world...

that no one else was part of...

even though it looked exactly the same.

Yeah, I got a lot of prisons
in my life, sir.

I got the literal one, duh.

I got the one where I'm on my meds
and I can't feel anything.

That is not so great.

Then, I have the worst one...

the prison where I'm usually living in,

and there's all these people, right,

and they're talkin'
and talkin' and talkin'.

And they cannot agree
on what is the truth.

That's like that episode.

That's exactly right.

How's your mom?

She's fine.

I'm glad.

Thank you.

I need the dead man's keys.

[scoffs] Warm a girl up a little,
would ya?

I would very much like to return
your witty banter,

but I am too exhausted to be clever.

The keys.

Now.

[sighing]

Are you all right?

I haven't had
a decent night's sleep in weeks.

Hoping to escape to the Motel 6
down the street?

A more practical escape than that,
my friend. [clicks tongue]

How the fuck are you not
freaking out right now?

- About the panty raid?
- Yes.

- You saw that stop-and-frisk today.
- Mmm-hmm.

They're not even looking
in our direction,

and they're never going to.

We're good.

I'm playing those guards like a flute.
Like a group of flutes, many flutes.

I'm the flautist.

Okay, I get it. You play a mean flute.

But tell me, what's gonna happen
when they stop one of the brown girls...

who's wearing panties?

You think she's gonna give up Maria?

Fuck, no.
She's gonna point right at you,

because... well, it's the truth,
so she won't be lying.

[laughs] And also, everyone hates you.

If they are coming for me,
I will be here.

That is precisely my point.

You're just sitting, waiting.
Chapman, make a move. Be a shark.

I am not tearing down
everything that I have built.

This business is important to me.
It gives me purpose.

Oh... honey bear. [chuckles]

See... now we come
to the point in our journey

where it's time for you to think about
someone other than yourself.

You brought people into this.

You're responsible for us.

If you wanna wear the crown,
you gotta be willing

to fall on your sword.

Everything's gonna be okay.
I'm not worried.

Someone is going to go down
for this, Chapman...

and for my sake...

I hope it isn't you.

When you say that everybody hates me,

you're being a little hyperbolic, right?

I'm afraid we're gonna
have to wrap it up, ladies.

- [inmates] Aw!
- Have a good day,

and remember our theme.

[inmates] Use what you've got!

- [cheering]
- [Judy] Thank you.

- Oh, good, good.
- [indistinct chatter]

- Yes. Yes.
- All right. See you later. Thank you.

Oh, Lord.

Are you gonna keep dancing over there
like a little girl who has to pee

or are you gonna come over here
and tell me what's wrong?

[sing-song] Look.

- What's this?
- That is freshly whipped butter.

And Bill puts this Maldon salt

in my care package. This is my heroin.

Now, I'm not supposed to tell anybody,
so keep quiet about it.

There we go. Cheers.

[Judy] Mmm!

[garbled] Holy fuck.

That's good.

Better than a good shit in the morning.

That's my favorite thing.

[chuckling] Oh, sweetie,
that's everybody's favorite thing.

Don't go thinking that makes you original.

Now, what are you
moping about around here?

Did your girlfriend write to you again?

Well, she's not my girlfriend,
first of all...

Right.

I don't know, it's weird.

I, like, care or something.

- Oh.
- 'Cause normally, I do not give a shit.

- Mmm-hmm.
- About anything...

and especially this.

Maybe the chocolate I had was bad.

It doesn't make sense, because...
she fucked up.

Man, did she fuck up. But...

[sniffs] I knew it was bad for her

and I got involved anyway,
and now she's worse off than before.

Really gotta suck ass down there.

[sighs]

God, what was that, like,
sympathy or something?

Mr. Luschek...

I believe that what you are
referring to is called guilt.

[groans] But I don't have anything
to feel guilty about.

Well, guilt is tricky that way.

Yeah, look, I need an honest opinion.

- Am I a piece of shit?
- Do you want it straight?

- No.
- Mmm. All right.

From what I've observed,

you're lazy,
you're selfish as all get-out...

you don't care about much,
you don't seem to shower that often.

But you are funny as hell,
and I think you're genuine,

which is hard to come by.
So, all in all,

I think that makes you... Hmm... What?

Half a piece of shit.

But there's always time for change.

That's the thing. [clears throat]

There's literally nothing for me to do.

She's in max.
I can't do anything for her.

And maybe she doesn't even deserve it,
even if I could do something.

Well, everybody deserves kindness.

[sighs]

[laughs] Oh, God,
I really got you on that one.

[chuckles] "Everybody deserves kindness"?

What do you think I am?

Some black granny knitting
on a porch in Savannah?

Come on.

Stop whining in my kitchen
and go figure this out.

Oh...

You are a straight, white man.

You don't get to be the victim, sweetie.

Yeah, that whole thing's
gonna flip at some point, right?

[scoffs]

- [buzzer blares]
- [indistinct chatter]

[inmate speaking indistinctly]

Hey.

[Stella] Care if I join you?

All right, what are you doin'?

You're not in a very lovey mood, I see.

"Lovey"?

What is that? Is that, like,
an acceptable word where you come from?

No, hey, 'cause here in America...
Yeah, that makes us barf.

Okay, well, how would you describe
the other night in the bathroom then?

'Cause the way you were
screaming my name...

it was pretty hot.

I was just doing my very best
Streetcar Named Desire impression.

"Stella!"

That's the, uh, the Meryl Streep one?

Yeah, I hate it when you talk sometimes.

No... [inhales sharply]

all the time.

Jesus.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You know, rough day.

I thought I told you
to stay the fuck away from me

if you were back on that shit.

You're disgusting.

Fucking hell.

[man speaking indistinctly on PA]

Heard you need a thing I have.

[Alison chuckles]

A religion that'll stone me to death
if I get raped?

Mmm, no thanks, I'm good.

I'll go ahead and assume

Bernie Madoff speaks
for your entire religion, too.

Ignorant asshole.

All right. Okay.

Now...

what you talkin' 'bout?

[man speaking indistinctly on PA]

Shit! Wait a minute.

How'd you know I need that?

You make the mistake of assuming
anything is private in here.

All right, what you want for it?

Box of tampons for 15 minutes.

Oh, hell, no.

Look, I'll give you
one tampon for an hour.

That's unreasonable.

[scoffs] So is God,
but that don't stop him.

Are you comparing yourself to God?

I mean, do you even have, like,

one teeny-tiny, itty-bitty
bit of humor left in you?

Or does your headscarf
numb that part of your brain?

Offer's off the table.

[smacks lips] Yeah.

That's what I thought.

You know you just lost, right?

[scoffs] Winnin', losin'.

I'm so enlightened, those words
don't mean nothin' to me.

[Black Cindy sighs]

[sighs]

[Nicky] Hey, I'm telling you,
you made a mistake.

[stammering] I don't get visitors.

[chuckles softly]

[chuckles]

[indistinct conversations]

Hello, sunshine.

Oh, hey, fuckwad.

Thanks for your sappy love letters.

I wanted you to know I cared.

You know, in my family,
"fuck you" meant, uh,

"you really get me," so, joke's on you.

What the fuck are you doin' here?

I was in the neighborhood.

Came to say hi,
thought you could use some company.

Yeah, 'cause I'm really lonely, uh...
[chuckles]

with my five roommates
and 400 other people

that I gotta shit and eat with
on a daily basis.

- [slams phone]
- Wait!

[scoffs]

You know, you put me
in a really crappy position, Nichols.

I almost lost my job because of you.

You're shitting me right now, right?

Just gimme a second to work up to it.

[breathes heavily]

Look...

I wanted to say that I'm sorry...

- [scoffs]
- ...that things

ended up the way that they did.

Now, I'm sure it's not great down here.

There.

- That's it.
- Wow!

Are you the symbol of empathy.

No, Luschek, things aren't great.

[scoffs] Let's see, uh...
I'm sober, so that's something.

All right, like, uh,
intentionally sober,

not barely-skating-by sober,
for the first time in my life.

Um... hardest fuckin' thing I've ever done

and, oh, yeah,
I picked a hell of a time to do it

considering that anything you want
down here is available to you

and less than a foot away
at practically all times.

Uh, what else, what else?
Let me catch you up, uh...

I have no family, uh...
[sobs] I am completely alone.

I have no friends.

And, uh, yeah, yeah!
It's all my fault, so...

thank you for coming
all the way down here

and, uh, reminding me of all that,

while also managing to conveniently
clear your own conscience, you know.

- I fuckin' really appreciate it!
- [guard] Hey. Hey.

I'm sorry. Uh...

Hey, next time, do me a favor, right,

just do it the old-fashioned way

and cum all over my face
and then leave, okay?

Fuck you!

- [sighs]
- [buzzer sounds]

[door opens]

[sighs]

[door closes]

[Brook moaning]

[Poussey sniffs]

[kisses]

[Brook] Mmm.

- [exhales]
- [chuckles]

You okay?

Does it bother you that I, like...

I never...

- Nah, girl. I'm good.
- You know... [sighs]

But it's so one-sided.

You admittin' you're a pillow princess?
[chuckles]

- Okay, what is that? [chuckles]
- [laughs]

- Oh.
- [both chuckle]

You know, like, um...

Your head's always on the pillow,
and you don't really do much else.

- [laughs] Stop.
- That is totally what I am!

Oh, no! [chuckling]

See? I don't even know the lingo.

You don't need to know the lingo.

Look.

[sighs]

We'll ease into it, okay?

All right? You don't have to do
anything you don't wanna do.

You're ready when you're ready.

[chuckles softly]

[Brook chuckles]

[Brook] You taste like vagina.

[snoring loudly]

[snoring continues]

[exhales]

So, did you figure it out yet,
you piece of shit?

Rub my nose in it. Thanks.

What happened?

- I went to visit her.
- Mmm-hmm.

Made it worse.

Well, did you make it about her?
Or did you make it about yourself?

I apologized to her.

I thought you didn't do anything wrong.

[chuckling] Yeah. Well, I didn't.

That makes my apology
even more meaningful.

Only if it's genuine.

- Who made up all these rules?
- [scoffs]

Do you want me to call you
a piece of shit again?

Would that be more helpful?

[sighs]

I gotta tell Caputo
how everything went down.

That's the only way
to get her out of there.

Won't you lose your job?

Most definitely.

[scoffs] Well, that is the most
idiotic plan that I have ever heard.

Now, this is comin' from a lady who once
tried to sell her own line of ketchup.

But... Heinz is the only ketchup.

Nobody wants fancy ketchup.

Where were you in '96?

- I was 14.
- Oh, go fuck yourself. [laughs]

Honey, you can't confess.

It's not gonna do you or her
a lick of good.

And besides, nobody ever confesses
because it's the right thing to do.

They confess out of self-interest.

- Yes, exactly!
- Hmm.

I can't keep carrying around
all this guilt!

Well, sounds like
you're gonna have to, my friend.

[sighs]

Now, can I get me some of that?

Come on, butterscotch is my favorite.

Thank you.

Mmm!

I really don't like feelings.

[chuckles]

Uh-uh.

Puff, puff, pass.

Charleston, West Virginia.

- [inmate shouts indistinctly]
- [buzzer sounds]

Madison, Wisconsin.

[cell door slams]

Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Montgomery, Alabama.

You, cleaning lady.

We need a mop in room 12.

Well, I prefer Ms. Cleaning Lady,
but sure, demean me.

[sighs]

Where's Burset?

Shut up and do your work...

Ms. Cleaning Lady. We need that cell.

[Poussey chuckles]

- Good morning to you, too.
- [chuckles]

[Poussey chuckles]

[Brook clears throat]

What's up?

[Brook] Mmm-mmm. [giggles]

[both chuckle]

What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey.

You don't have to do that.

- But...
- Look, I don't want you to do that

'cause you think that's what I want.

I want you to want to do it.
You feel me?

[softly] I don't wanna
screw this up again.

[scoffs]

What's... what's going on up there?

[sighs]

What if I never want to?

I just have all these questions, you know?
Like...

what does this mean?

What would happen if we both got out?

I...

I don't know
if this would be enough for me.

You mean, you don't know
if I would be enough for you.

But... No, it's not you.
You are amazing.

But you're a girl. [sighs]

So you're saying
you don't wanna be with me.

No.

I...

I just don't know...

if I'll ever be what you need me to be.

You gotta let me handle that.

[softly] What do you mean?

[inhales deeply] Look, maybe...

this challenges what you
thought you were.

And...

maybe I'm gonna get my heart broken
in a thousand different pieces.

But those are maybes.

You can't live your life
accordin' to maybes.

[chuckles softly]

I love you.

[whispering] You do?

[chuckles]

I love you, too.

[chuckles]

[clattering]

She can see us. Move over. [chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[woman speaking indistinctly on PA]

[Lolly] I have 11 cards.

[Alex] You're supposed to have 11 cards.

- [Lolly] Okay, good. That's good.
- [Alex laughs]

Then, that... No, this is awesome.

Hey, Alex.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

- Alone?
- Whatever you need to say to me,

you can say in front of
my good friend, Lolly, here.

That's me. I'm the good friend.

I didn't know you two were so close.

Oh, you didn't get the, uh,
friend announcement that we sent out?

[chuckles]

I'm kind of in a rush,
but I would really like to talk to you.

It's not laundry day.

Well, I've got a lot
of dirty stuff, so...

Okay. [scoffs] Cool.

What did you mean when you said
you were right?

Nothing, I just...

I just knew you were gonna get
swept up in all that.

Oh.

Well, they say hindsight is 20/20, so...

See you later.

Okay, that was like watching
a really bad play.

[indistinct chatter]

What the hell is this mess doin' here?

[stammering] We had it cleared
20 minutes ago, sir.

I left to go on rounds,
and by the time I came back,

it was up again.
We can't keep on top of it.

Well, take care of it. Now.

- Hey, you have a place to sleep.
- [Pidge] Ow! What the fuck?

Rouse it up! You have quarters.

- Who the fuck just kicked me?
- [Piscatella] Wake-up time.

- I was just... [gasps]
- [inmates exclaim]

[Piscatella] Get these pillows,
get these sheets, fold them.

It hasn't even healed yet!

[Piscatella] Come on.

You don't need your own tepee.
This is a prison, not a sleepover.

[Ouija] Oh, shit! Yo, warden!

Hey, yo. Long time no see, man.

Yo, how's it hanging?

- Hey, looking sharp, huh?
- Step back, inmate.

We have this handled, sir.

- [sighs]
- [Pennsatucky] Hey, Mr. Caputo.

Look at this.
It's a basket I've been making.

You wanna know how?

- Sure.
- I've been unraveling all the socks

that people throw away.

Individually dyeing each strand
with the pink soap in the bathroom,

or the green mush, I think it's peas,
and other stuff with color.

Then, I took the string
and I weaved it over trash bags.

Three hundred hours. Still not done.

Yeah, idle time is the devil's workshop.

When do we get to work?

[Zirconia] Yeah, I can't pay
for nothin' at commissary.

Age discrimination.
That's what I'm calling it.

Inmates, back up.

I'll have this under control
in five minutes...

I've got this.

Ladies, I have heard your complaints...

and trust me,
they have not fallen on deaf ears.

In fact, I can't tell you much yet,

but we have an exciting new educational
program that will be announced soon.

Bringin' back the GED program?

- [inmate 1] Yeah, remember that one?
- [inmate 2] Mmm.

I think you'll all be very satisfied.

In the meantime, hang in there.

Keep your heads up, okay? And...

take care of each other.
This is beautiful work.

Thanks. [smacks lips]
And I'll believe it when I see it.

- You'll see it.
- All right, let's go. Make a path.

Let's make a path.

[inmates speaking indistinctly]

Caputo!

[inmates chanting] Caputo!
Caputo! Caputo!

- What happened to you?
- I'm not sure.

- She's still out?
- Goin' on hour 19 now.

Guess she really needed to sleep.

I'm sorry, okay?

God, why is everyone always so mad at me?

[Maritza] You think she's dead?

I don't like her that much,

but I wouldn't want her
to be dead or nothin'.

We'd have heard if she was dead.
Ain't no secrets in this place.

But if she is dead, I call dibs on those
little glasses she wears on a string.

I think my eyes are starting to go.

Looks like it's your lucky day, inmate.

Yo, what the fuck are you doing?

- Get off me, man. Ouch!
- Nah, I don't think I will.

We searched your bunks.

Found some interesting evidence
under your bed.

- What? What?
- Underwear evidence.

Dude, you blew the mystery.

Oh, come on. Like she doesn't know
what's under her own bunk?

What the fuck?

As I understand,
Cindy, you need a cell phone.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Abdullah, you have a cell phone.

I am sure we can reach
some sort of agreement for this problem.

No, the problem is she gobblin' up
all my real estate

like some hateful Monopoly shoe.

I am always the car in Monopoly.

You know...

I never did shit to you
except claim what was rightfully mine.

They gave me a bed, I slept in it.

And ever since, you been makin'
this bunk an unsafe place.

[Black Cindy laughs sarcastically]

See, that's funny, 'cause I think
nine out of ten experts would agree

that you made shit unsafe
when you put a bomb in here.

I retaliated against actions you took.

- Oh, hell, no...
- [indistinct arguing]

Ladies! Ladies. Let's remember
to use "I" statements, please.

Seems like diggin' up the past
ain't gonna get us nowhere.

Let's try to remember to stay focused
on moving forward.

Fine.

I... want in.

You can use the phone
for however long you want,

if I get 25% of the payday
you get from that magazine.

[snorts]

- Seems fair to me. Cindy?
- [scoffs]

I don't trust her.

So? You think people trusted
L. Ron Hubbard?

Fuck, no.
But that don't stop Scientologists

from handing over
fistfuls of money to him.

I know! Hold...

- You read Going Clear?
- Of course!

How about when
that crazy psycho told his wife

to kill herself
so he wouldn't have to get divorced?

- I know, man! I know!
- Mmm-hmm.

You know them fuckers
don't even pay taxes?

- Oh, girl!
- And we're the criminals?

I heard that. Oh, I got a theory!

- What's your theory, dawg?
- [blows raspberries]

What if he like Tupac? Not really dead.

- Mmm.
- Still alive?

- Alive!
- [laughs]

- They're not mine.
- I should hope not.

That's a lot of dirty underpants
for one girl...

- in a lot of different sizes.
- Yeah, I didn't do nothing.

See, that's where our perspectives
start to diverge, Ruiz...

because the evidence says otherwise.

Come on.

Everyone knows that's Chapman's gig.

- Chapman?
- [scoffs]

Who started the very task force
that uncovered your illegal operation?

[chuckles] I don't think so.

That's it, isn't it, right?

If I was white and blonde,

you wouldn't think so about me, either.
[clicks tongue]

Well, that's some corrupt racist bullshit
you're runnin' 'round here.

In light of your crimes...
I will be recommending

that the judge add three to five years
to your sentence.

Uh... what?

Are you... [stammers] You can't do that.

Come on, just send me to the SHU for
a couple of weeks and get it over with.

It's fucking underwear!
We're not talking about drugs here! Jesus!

That would be easy, right?

Send you away for a couple weeks,
forget this ever happened.

Well, that's not how things work
around here anymore, inmate.

- You stole property...
- [scoffs]

...from a private company
and started a for-profit business.

You organized inmates.

You ask me,

- looks a whole lot like gang activity...
- Oh, come on.

...which you would know a lot about,
wouldn't you?

Isn't that the family business?

You know what we do
with gang leaders, Ruiz?

We make examples of 'em.

So get back down there
and tell your muchachas

how poor choices...

can ruin a life.

Maybe cry...

'cause it's so sad.

[sighs]

[knocking on door]

Just say thank you, and then get back
to being your cute, gruff self.

- Excuse me?
- I solved your problem. Say thank you.

- What problem?
- [scoffs] With your little friend?

I don't understand.

Oh, honey.

A little money and a good lawyer
go a long way.

[scoffs] Then why are you in prison?

[chuckles]

You don't wanna fuck with the IRS,
that's all I can tell you.

So she's really comin' back?

Ugh. Don't look at me
like I am some kind of saint.

You're my only friend in here.

I was not about to let you make
some kind of stupid decision

and leave me here all by myself.

Nor could I take
your bellyaching anymore.

- [chuckles]
- Two birds, one stone.

Now, get over here.

Have a seat.

I'm... I really shouldn't.

If you close that door,
nobody will know you're in here.

[laughs]

[Judy] Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I make it sound like you had a choice?

I took care of you.

Now you are gonna take care of me.

[whispers] Butterscotch.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

- Stay cool.
- What's happening?

I was a shark.

I made a move.

[breathing heavily]

I am going to bury you!

You're never coming back from this.
Never.

What did you do?

[breathing shakily]
I had to protect my people.

I had to.

You okay?

[breathes deeply]

They're giving me more time.

This bitch frames me,
and they're stealing my life.

What? Over fucking panties?

Yo, my baby girl's gonna be
in kindergarten

by the time I get outta here now.

That bitch is mine.

Fuck it. [sniffles]

- We goin' legit.
- Fuck, yeah.

You talkin' 'bout drugs?

- Yes, you idiot.
- All right.

It's about time we was for real.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm here about the thing.

You understand the payment?

[sighs] Need your signature on this.

Nichols?

Huh.

Well, my prodigal daughter returneth.

Payment first.

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