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[hammer clanks]

[deep breathing]

[hammer clanks]

[hammer clanking]

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

[groans]

[exhales deeply]

♪ ominous musical sting ♪

[blender whirring]

- Lyle! - [Lyle exclaims]

Is that a spoon in the disposal again?

[scoffs]

Jesus!

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

Hey, what were you breaking down there?

- Hola. - What is that?

Take a sip and tell me.

I just brushed my teeth.

You want a hint?

- I want to go to bed. - Oh, come on.

What it is is a surprise,

and, uh, you can brush your teeth after,

or just wait till morning.

This isn't gonna hurt your teeth.

[slurps]

- Ugh. - You know what it is?

Tastes like Lemon Pledge.

It's a margarita.

Got the recipe from the guy who does zippers in your shop.

- Carlos? - Did it just like he said.

He's Puerto Rican.

Puerto Ricans drink rum, not tequila.

They-- [exhales]

They're not so different, are they?

- Yeah, they are, very. - Come on.

Let's get drunk like we did before.

Hey, I'm not giving you another blow job.

Honestly, it tastes like a cat

pissed in a salt lick.

It said salt.

Yeah, on the rim. Did you just dump it in?

[smooches]

We gotta work in the morning. Come on, you keep...

you keep acting weird,

you're gonna go sleep on the couch.

Oh, come on.

I got the deed to that ranch, huh?

Stop it.

- [grunts] - [slap]

You don't own the deed to jack shit.

Look, I was just... trying to be funny.

Well, you're not.

Go to bed.

[exhales]

[exhales]

♪ The Shelters' "Liar" playing ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ All my darkest mysteries ♪

♪ Among the things you stole from me ♪

♪ I'm becoming just like you ♪

♪ I can't trust the things I do ♪

♪ Okay, I'm a liar ♪

♪ Tell me what to do ♪

♪ Hey, I'm a liar ♪

♪ Yeah, and you're one too ♪

♪♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

[guard] It's against regulation.

[man] I understand.

[guard] I'm just telling you...

[Red continues indistinctly]

...or what any other CO says, for that matter.

What I'm saying is, if you do what I tell you,

they aren't gonna bother you.

Because if it doesn't piss me off,

I can guarantee you

it's not gonna piss off anyone else in this place.

- [guard] Got that? - [man] Yeah, I understand.

- [guard] Are you sure? - [man] Yes, sir, I understand.

- [Matt] Hey. - [guard] That's better.

[guard] Take this fucking shit down.

And I don't want to see it again.

Victory cigars.

When we break out,

we smoke one of these.

[man] Yo.

Yo, Big Red's got a stick up his ass.

Hide your shit.

What's wrong?

Bro, we're gonna get caught

before we get through that fucking wall.

Don't you even think that, bro.

[Matt] Hey, let me ask you something.

Why is Tilly helping us out?

I don't know, 'cause we fucking asked her to.

Because I asked her to, but that's not why.

Because I had the thought.

I thought it.

It's all in the thought.

So you thought it, and that's why it happened.

That's right.

Now you got it.

That's the secret.

Like the fucking book.

The book. Oprah.

The Secret.

Focus on something in your mind.

♪ dramatic music ♪

You feel it in your heart.

You commit to it.

Bang, it becomes true.

♪♪♪

David.

♪♪♪

For once in our lives, man...

♪♪♪

...we're winning.

[pops lips]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Tilly] Well, I'm not the one who fired my best worker.

[Ilene] I'm just trying to help you, Joyce.

I can't send a half-full truck to Altona.

When was the last time I never made quota?

Whole time I work here, I made it.

Well, you're not making it now.

It's not my fault. Look at those guys.

They don't want to work, I can't make 'em.

I don't have a gun.

[Ilene] They look busy to me.

[Tilly] It's impossible.

They're only working 'cause you're here.

Trying to fuck me up on purpose.

Nobody cares, Joyce.

You've got till Friday.

[sewing machines whirring]

I care.

[sewing machines whirring]

[man] She's gone, baby. She's gone.

[laughter]

[Tilly] Get back to work.

[man] Yeah, whatever the fuck.

[indistinct chatter]

What the hell was that all about?

How come it's taking you so long to get out?

Hey. Hey.

Just keep bringing the stuff, and we'll get there.

[scoffs] What, do you need me to bring you in

a fucking bulldozer?

Let me know if you want to go in the room.

I got some Aquafina.

[pop music playing on radio]

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪

Do you really think we can make it to Mexico?

[sighs]

Hell yeah, we'll make it to Mexico.

Once we get there,

we find a sleepy little village,

give the townspeople a couple of cows,

and they'll take care of us after that.

Get a couple houses.

One on the beach.

[slurps]

And another up in the hills for bad weather.

Hmm?

What about Inmate Sweat?

Sweet Pea.

He gets a couple houses too.

[chuckles softly]

And you can go back and forth.

[laughs]

Mm, I don't know.

It could get complicated.

Not really.

Well, don't worry.

I'll take care of you till you find someone.

[door opens]

♪♪♪

[sighs]

Inmate Matt, get the fuck out of here.

♪♪♪

[hammer clanks]

[hammer clanks]

[hammer clanks]

[hammer clanking]

[pipes clanging, echoing]

[hammer clanking]

[pipes clanging]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[hammer clatters on ground]

♪♪♪

♪ exciting music ♪

♪♪♪

[metallic tapping]

[Sweat] Hacksaw.

Yo.

You gotta come down here.

[hollow clang]

Touch it.

Fuck you, you touch it.

[rustling]

[exhales]

It's off for the summer.

So?

So we cut...

a hole.

And then what?

And we go through...

...and cut a hole on the other side.

How long is that gonna take?

Six weeks.

Maybe I can do it in four.

♪ brooding music ♪

♪♪♪

It's pretty fucking tight.

Yeah, it's... probably an 18-inch pipe.

♪♪♪

What?

What's on the other side?

♪♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ dramatic music ♪

We were right there.

Right under that grate.

Steam pipe goes into a service tunnel

on the other side of the wall straight to the power plant.

Yeah, I've seen that thing from the shop.

Now, the service tunnel has to have an exit...

♪♪♪

...which means there has to be a manhole.

♪♪♪

[Tilly] You see, we put these fabrics here to there.

- We sew them. - [man] I'm trying.

[Tilly speaking indistinctly]

♪♪♪

- We got a shipment. - Okay.

[man] Okay, so we need to get in there,

and you're supposed to be watching us.

♪♪♪

Who's the new guy?

Lambert bid out.

I guess he was sick of me.

♪♪♪

[Matt] Look at me.

Are you ready to step into your future?

♪♪♪

Do what it says...

and good luck.

♪♪♪

[keys jingling]

♪♪♪

- [guard] Oh, fuck. - [keys jingling]

A thousand fucking keys on here for no reason.

♪♪♪

Stupid keys. You fucking kidding me?

[Tilly] I'm going to Maggie's. You want anything?

I'm good.

♪♪♪

[man] Why don't you try the silver one?

[lock clicks]

♪♪♪

I feel really bad for Bryce Harper.

What, for being a fucking faggot?

[man grunts]

He's stuck on a shitty-ass team.

[guard] Shitty team, shitty player.

He's gonna be fucking MVP.

Excuse me.

My loopers are off, man.

- Wrenches are in there. - I know.

What the fuck's a looper?

You don't want to know.

I wish I didn't know this shit.

[boxes rustling]

I just need to adjust the frigging thing.

[guard] I wish every night that that piece of shit

Pablo Sandoval would choke on one of those

fucking lobster rolls he's been inhaling

since he came down to Boston.

Fucking Panda should go down to the Nationals

so him and Bryce Harper can blow each other

so we can get a real third baseman

like Kevin fucking Youkilis.

[man] So you'd rather have Kevin Youkilis

at third base right now than Bryce Harper?

[guard] In his prime, absolutely.

[man] Yo, Youkilis had no prime.

♪♪♪

[engine rumbling]

♪♪♪

[man] Yo, he wasn't even happy.

If baseball wasn't a sport,

he would have been a fucking plumber.

[guard] Maybe he would've been a kick-ass plumber.

I'll take a scrappy guy who's a team player

any day of the week over some pretty boy

who lives in the fucking bathroom.

♪♪♪

[guard scoffs] Don't get me started on Tom Brady, okay?

♪♪♪

[Matt] Sir.

I know it's not my place,

but I just wanted you to know that...

not everyone in there is slowing down production

and that the civilian supervisor, Mrs. Mitchell,

she's doing one hell of a job.

♪♪♪

It's just a case of a couple rotten apples,

you know what I mean?

Go back to work.

Thanks for listening.

[indistinct chatter]

Inmate Matt, can you help me in tailor nine?

Hey.

Fuckin' A.

[Tilly sighing] Fuck.

[sighing]

What the hey was that all about?

That's where you're gonna wait for us.

On that corner.

Now, give me the little guy.

We found a way.

It's happening. It's real.

And it's not gonna take years.

It's not?

Weeks.

Fuck.

Oh, shit. Fuck.

Are-are you serious?

[sighs]

What's wrong?

I thought you'd be happy.

Yeah, but...

[sighs]

...Lyle.

What about him?

Lyle.

What about him?

Lyle is the glitch.

Hmm.

I need a map of New York State.

More blades.

[clears throat]

[tape ripping]

[crashing]

[sighs] Shit.

[hollow tapping]

Fuck.

[sawing roughly]

[sawing rapidly]

[sawing]

[breathing heavily]

[gunshots]

[Kenny] Think he's dead?

[Lyle] Son, I think you killed him twice.

What time is it?

I don't know. Tilly's got the phone.

Aw, I'm getting you a fucking phone

for Christmas, that's it.

Oh, no, no, I like it this way.

Old-school.

Used to be you couldn't always get ahold of people.

Gave you a...mystique.

Uh-huh.

Not to mention the money I'm saving.

[gunshot]

God damn it.

Got a question for ya.

Shoot.

It's about your mother.

Look, I, uh, don't want you breaking secrets, but, uh...

is there anything she may have said that, uh...

she don't tell me to my face but that, uh,

if she did, I could make it better, you know?

Uh, she hates it when you clog the toilet.

Yeah.

[gunshot]

She ever say anything good about me?

She knows you're loyal. Says that all the time.

I can talk to her if you want.

Oh, no, no, no, don't-don't do that.

She's so touchy, she'll think I'm...

talking about her while she's not around.

Hey, isn't your anniversary coming up?

Yeah, actually, she got me somethin'.

Well, that's what they call an opportunity.

Why don't you return the favor?

[gunshots]

What do you got there?

I'm just dropping something off.

Cart 22.

[lock clicks]

Hey, buddy.

What's going on?

- What? - With the meat?

What's going on with you and Tilly?

Nothing. We're just friends.

What do you mean?

You know, like... like, friends.

Friends?

You better watch your ass.

- Come on, Gene, really? - Oh, what?

You think I can't fucking bust you?

Do you think you own me?

Is that it? Right?

You think you can just burn these fucking cells?

You know how stupid I fucking felt out there,

looking at that?

- That wasn't me. - Oh, right.

Fuck you.

That shelf, it's out of compliance.

Take it the fuck down.

♪ melancholy music ♪

♪♪♪

[Matt] Hey. Psst.

♪♪♪

Gene just turned into a girl.

♪♪♪

[filing rapidly]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[groans]

Ahh.

Yeah.

[exhales deeply]

Okay.

[chuckles]

Wow.

[groans]

[tool clatters]

Oh, Jesus.

[coughs]

[hollow clanging]

Okay.

[tool tapping]

[hollow clanging]

There you are.

Okay. Okay.

[exhales deeply]

Ahh.

[scraping]

[groans]

Okay. Fuck it.

No.

[groans]

No.

No.

- [head thumps] - Fuck.

[grunts]

Ahh.

[heartbeat thumping]

Ahh.

Fuck!

Okay. [panting]

No.

[panting]

Aah. Aah. Aah!

[panting]

- [heartbeat quickens] - [panting rapidly]

[inhales deeply]

[groans]

[panting]

[groans]

- [man] Hey, Tilly. - Hey, mornin'.

[indistinct chatter]

[whispering] Here are your maps.

Oh, good.

- It's just coffee. - [scoffs]

How was your weekend?

It was okay, I guess.

Did you fix your tooth?

Let me see.

Oh, much better.

[sobs]

What's wrong?

Fucking scoundrel from hell, Ilene Mulvaney.

What did she do now?

She's been up my ass forever, and now she got a reason.

Reason for what?

To fire me.

I ain't made quota in three months.

You're not-- Hey. Hey.

You're not getting fired.

She just told me

we have to make 600 pairs of pants by Friday.

It's the end of the day. We maybe made 20.

I'm sorry, but, you know,

I'm not gonna be able to help you anymore.

Knock it off.

I'm gonna talk to Murder.

Yeah, a lot of good that did last time.

Go to the bathroom. Wash your face.

Everything is gonna be fine.

I'm gonna take care of it.

Hey, hey.

Put your shoulders back.

Give me a smile.

[sighs]

Give me a smile.

[groans]

That's it.

♪ guitar feedback whines ♪

♪ Hanni El Khatib's "You Rascal You" playing ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Yeah, I'll be glad when you're dead ♪

♪ You rascal, you ♪

We, uh...we got some of these, uh, lights.

♪ I'll be glad when you're dead ♪

♪ You rascal, you ♪

♪ When you're dead and in your grave ♪

♪ No more women will you crave ♪

Lights?

♪ I'll be glad when you're dead ♪

♪ You rascal, you ♪

[guard] Tailor one to 125.

Report to tailor one.

- [walkie-talkie beeps] - [man] Copy.

♪♪♪

♪ Said I trust you in my home ♪

♪ You rascal, you ♪

♪ You know, I trust you in my home ♪

♪ You wouldn't leave my wife alone ♪

♪ I'll be glad when you're dead ♪

♪ You rascal, you ♪

♪ Hey ♪

What the fuck are you doing?

Get back to fucking work.

♪♪♪

Let's go.

- Guy with the fabric. - Quit playing, all right?

Back to fucking work.

♪♪♪

Let's go.

♪♪♪

- Out in the fucking-- - What the fuck?

Out in the fucking hall!

Keep your fucking hands off me, motherfucker.

Get to fucking work. Out in the fucking hall.

Get the fuck off me, man.

Yo, get the fuck off me, bitch!

Unit 16 to control. Level two, tailor one.

- Yo, get the fuck off me. - Let's go. Stop resisting.

♪♪♪

- Open the door. - Hey! Hey!

You want to fucking join 'em?

Sit the fuck down.

♪ I'll be, oh, so glad when you're dead ♪

♪ You rascal, you ♪

[man] Fuck you.

♪ I'll be so glad... ♪

What is going on?

[guard] I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut.

- [man grunts] - [guard] Okay?

- [blows landing] - [guard] Yeah.

♪ ...I'll be glad when you're dead... ♪

Odell's gonna be down for a while.

Pick a new supervisor,

and get these fucks back to work.

♪ guitar feedback whines ♪

All right, people,

let's get some work done in here.

Put away the games.

Get back to work.

[light bulb filament rattles]

[sewing machines whirring]

I know about the plan.

Yeah?

Two cows.

The villagers will love us.

[giggles]

[Sweat] What the fuck did you tell her?

[Matt] Just keeping her motivated, man.

[Sweat] Bro, she came up to me right outside of Industry

talking about two fucking cows.

[Matt] I know it sounds crazy,

but you give these people a cow,

and they'll do anything for you.

[Sweat] Whatever.

She's supposed to think

you're making fucking picture frames.

[Matt] Shit.

How close are you to being done?

[Sweat] I don't know.

[Matt exhales]

[Sweat] A week. Maybe ten days.

[Matt] Okay.

[Sweat] Ah, okay.

[Matt] So we're gonna need someone to drive us.

[Sweat] So you just ask her to be

our fucking getaway driver without talking to me first?

[Matt] Uh-huh.

You know anyone else around here with a car?

'Cause we're not getting anywhere on foot.

[Sweat] I can't fucking believe you.

[Matt spits]

- [man] Hey, Hacksaw. - [Matt] Yo, what's up?

[man] What up?

[Matt] David... you need to get past this.

[Sweat] You need to be more careful.

I don't trust her.

[Matt] I don't trust her either.

[man] Here you go, Hack.

- I'll swing back through. - All right.

[men chattering indistinctly]

[Matt] But with her driving us,

I think we can make it to West Virginia

before the cops get their shit together.

Blue Ridge Mountains, baby. I know people there.

We lay low for a few weeks, and after that,

we go to Mexico.

With Tilly?

[Matt] No fucking way.

I say we ditch her.

Ditch her in West Virginia? Bro.

Yo. Hey, what about Lyle?

- The glitch. - What?

That's what she calls him.

Between you and me,

I think she wants us to ditch him.

[chortles]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - [man] Yo.

What you got?

Tomatoes.

- All right. Good lookin'. - Yeah.

Yo, will you give us a minute?

- Yeah. - Thanks, bro.

[indistinct chatter]

So West Virginia's about a 12-hour drive, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Say we come out at midnight.

That gives us, what, five hours till bed check?

Lyle, he wakes up.

He finds his wife missing.

He calls the fucking cops.

We get pulled over before we're even out of New York.

Okay. Well, that's an issue.

Bro, and she could change her mind at any time she wants.

Oh, trust me, as long as the plan

is for you and her to be together,

she's not changing her fucking mind.

You still should've fucking asked me, bro.

- I think you're angry. - [scoffs]

And I'll tell you what else.

I think it's lack of sleep.

Fuck yes, it's a lack of sleep.

I'm down there every night.

I'm cutting the pipe. I'm doing the work.

All you do is fucking sleep and fuck.

Ah, well, I can't be friends with someone who wants my life.

Yo, Hacksaw.

Murder get out in a week.

And he gonna kill you, you fuckin' snitch.

[man] Ho-ho, shit.

[chuckles] Hey, fuck that rat.

You're dead, B.

[speaking indistinctly]

Yeah.

♪ Oscar Brown Jr.'s "The Snake" playing ♪

You hear that?

Better work fast.

♪ On her way to work one morning ♪

♪ Down the path alongside the lake ♪

♪ A tenderhearted woman ♪

♪ Saw a poor half-frozen snake ♪

♪ His pretty-colored skin had been ♪

♪ All frosted with the dew ♪

♪ "Poor thing," she cried, "I'll take you in ♪

♪ And I'll take care of you" ♪

♪ "Take me in, tender woman ♪

♪ Take me in, for heaven's sake ♪

♪ Take me in, tender woman" ♪

♪ Sighed the snake ♪

♪♪♪

♪ She wrapped him up all cozy ♪

♪ In a comforter of silk ♪

♪ And laid him by the fireside ♪

♪ With some honey and some milk ♪

♪ She hurried home from work that night ♪

♪ And soon as she arrived ♪

♪ She found that pretty snake ♪

♪ She'd taken in had been revived ♪

♪ "Take me in, tender woman ♪

♪ Take me in, for heaven's sake ♪

♪ Take me in, tender woman" ♪

♪ Sighed the snake ♪

♪♪♪

♪ She clutched him to her bosom ♪

♪ "You're so beautiful," she cried ♪

♪ "But if I hadn't brought you in ♪

♪ By now, you might've died" ♪

♪ She stroked his pretty skin again ♪

♪ And kissed and held him tight ♪

♪ Instead of saying thanks ♪

♪ The snake gave her a vicious bite ♪

♪ "Take me in, tender woman ♪

♪ Take me in, for heaven's sake ♪

♪ Take me in, tender woman" ♪

♪ Sighed the snake ♪

♪♪♪

♪ "I saved you," cried the woman ♪

♪ "And you've bitten me, but why? ♪

♪ You know your bite is poisonous ♪

♪ And now I'm gonna die" ♪

♪ "Oh, shut up, silly woman" ♪

♪ Said the reptile with a grin ♪

♪ "You knew dang well I was a snake ♪

♪ Before you took me in ♪

♪ Take me in, tender woman ♪

♪ Take me in, for heaven's sake ♪

♪ Take me in, tender woman" ♪

♪ Sighed the snake ♪

♪ "Take me in, tender woman" ♪

♪ Sighed the snake ♪

♪ "Take me in, tender woman" ♪

♪ Sighed the snake ♪

[birds cawing faintly]

[radio static blares]

[vase clattering]

Happy anniversary.

Oh, hey. Good to see you again.

How are ya?

Oh, it's Bitsy.

I work at Wild Wings too.

- Oh. - Yeah. Uh, how many for ya?

Uh, it's gonna be two.

All right, wherever you like.

Oh, no, this is a-a reservation for dinner for tonight.

Oh, we don't really take reservations here.

It's my anniversary, and I don't want

my wife waiting, so, uh, I'd rather not risk it.

- Oh. Congratulations. - Yeah.

Twenty-one years.

Blackjack.

What's your best table?

Um, you don't really need to do this in advance.

Shouldn't be overlooking the parking lot.

Uh, and, uh, not near a window.

She gets cold.

Um, oh, and, um, not near the bathroom.

Okay, well, uh, that's where the mayor always sits.

Yeah, this is the one.

[Matt] Oh.

Now you're driving down Parker.

[Tilly moans]

[Matt] You roll over the manhole.

Oh, yeah.

You'll park your Jeep Cherokee out on the street.

Oh, and keep it running.

Keep the lights on.

Lights on.

[Matt] Watch the manhole.

Now you see it move.

It catches the light.

Then you see a hand.

[breathing heavily]

It's me.

I'm coming up.

[moans]

- [Tilly panting] - [Matt groaning]

And then Inmate Sweat.

Oh, yeah. Oh.

Both of you.

[breathing heavily]

Make sure you're outside the car.

Pretend that you're on the phone.

[sighs, moans]

[sewing machines whirring]

What's this?

For the glitch.

Yeah, but what is it?

Uh, sleeping pills.

The night we get out...

...you give 'em to him at dinner.

Mix 'em in his drink.

[Matt breathing heavily]

And then we go to my place.

Yeah.

You stay in the car.

I'll take care of the rest.

[sighs]

And Inmate Sweat knows about this?

Sure.

Okay.

Where we're going,

oh, baby, they worship blondes.

[Tilly] Okay.

[moans]

[Nick Jonas' "Chains" playing on stereo]

♪ You got me in chains for your love ♪

♪ But I wouldn't change ♪

♪ I wouldn't change this love ♪

♪ Trying to break the chains, but the chains only break me ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

[engine turns over]

[mellow music playing on stereo]

♪♪♪

♪ Wait when we're together ♪

♪ Sun or rain... ♪

[Annie] So how you doing, Tilly?

- Hey, Annie. - Hey.

What are you doing in Plattsburgh?

Why, ain't I allowed?

Mm. Where's Lyle?

It's our anniversary, so I'm trying to avoid him.

[laughs]

You're looking good, though.

You been working out?

You've lost weight.

Got new hair.

- Very nice. - Mm.

Smile.

Okay.

You fixed your tooth.

Yeah.

I went through the same routine before I left Pete.

I got the idea from him.

He got all buff going to the gym.

And then he went over to some gay bar in Burlington.

He was blowing guys in the parking lot.

- [chuckles softly] - Holy fuck.

Got busted for lewd conduct.

I didn't know that.

That's 'cause it was in Vermont.

Jesus.

But I asked myself,

"How come I married a queer?"

- And? - Why do you think?

Uh...because he was there?

[laughs]

No.

Because I'm queer too.

Oh.

I'm getting a little hit from you.

- Me? - Mm.

Oh. Uh-uh.

I like dick.

- I know. - [both laugh]

But if I caught Lyle... [laughs]

...blowing a guy

in a parking lot,

it would make my life a whole lot easier.

You know I got nothing against the gays.

Mm.

You want another one?

Yeah.

[chuckles]

♪♪♪

All right.

All right, Pete, this one's for you.

Hmm.

Bottoms up.

[both laugh]

- [door creaks] - [Tilly groans]

[door shuts]

[Tilly sighs]

Oh. What's this?

Figured you had to work late, so, uh...

got us dinner.

You didn't have to do that.

Sure, I do.

It's what a husband does.

Happy anniversary.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

For what?

I missed our anniversary.

Look, I-I got us food. Come on, let's-let's eat.

I'm not hungry.

Maybe you want to, uh, go up to the bedroom?

- Lyle. - Now, look.

I know you've been working on yourself, and, uh...

I want you to know I noticed.

I should probably do something to...better myself.

Lyle, I'm drunk.

Aren't you even gonna say anything about it?

I'm okay.

I didn't even get you nothing.

Well, that's not true.

Oh, yeah, it is.

Where did you get that?

In your bedroom, behind our dresser.

You can't be going through my stuff.

It's my present.

What the hell are you going on about?

Matt told me he painted this for you

for an anniversary present for me.

Pfft!

What's-what is going-- what is going on?

Well, maybe what is going on with me

is-is none of your business.

What the hell is this?

Stop going through my stuff.

[glass shatters]

[head thumps softly]

Ow.

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