Orange Is the New Black s04e10 Episode Script

Let's go, Diaz.
It's time.
Party bus is leaving.
I left you my nail polish kit.
Twelve colors and none of them got melted Skittles mixed in.
Nails are more your thing.
So? You ain't gotta do nails.
Paint little pictures or decorate a vase or some shit.
I don't know.
Aren't you supposed to be the creative one? All right.
Thanks.
And for you, I left all my thermals and my good hat.
You don't want to take that? It gets cold in the Bronx too.
It's itchy.
Plus it got bird shit on it.
Can I get someone down to processing? Door's locked.
Seriously? Last week, we released this other Hispanic girl at midnight.
She didn't have a ride, so she was just walking on the side of the road.
I guess she was trying to hitchhike, but a townie thought she was a prostitute and called the cops.
And? She got picked up.
Brought right back to prison.
Or jail, actually.
Started in prison, ended in jail.
You don't got another story you could tell her today? Shit.
This is it.
Come on.
Stay focused.
Buy yourself a good pair of shoes, and get to work.
You got this.
Okay.
All right, I'm not dying.
Come on, dry it up.
Come on, come on.
This is how you want me to remember you? Huh? Hmm? Shit, I got something for you.
It's back in my bunk.
Is there time to go get it? Oh, you can put it in the mail.
Everyone likes getting mail.
I have a pen pal in Guam.
- You have an address, right? - 'Course I do.
All right, bitches.
I'm out.
Eyes open, inmate.
This look like a bed to you? I'm up, ogre man.
You are on this table till you physically cannot stand.
Good.
I'm going for the world record so I can be in that book.
Usually, it's the short ones that need to act like that.
Piscatella! He's practically a building.
So you tell me what he's compensating for.
Must be a button down there.
I thought she'd buckle after a couple hours, not two whole days.
Don't apologize.
You made a tough call, and now we all got your back.
That's how the brotherhood works.
We can't take her down? She pissed herself twice already.
It's a game of chicken, she'll break.
And Caputo's cool with all this, right? Don't worry about Caputo.
If he wants to leave that oak desk of his and join us here in the trenches, he knows where to find us.
Back to it.
You got this, Flores.
Just like that poster kitten or Jesus on the cross.
You hang in there.
Like Jesus ever went around slinging drugs and rubbing fish sauce on himself.
And he was white.
Wasn't he Middle Eastern? No he was just really tan.
Gross.
Enjoy.
I've created a monster.
You didn't create white hate.
But I gathered the haters together.
And then I angled them towards the Dominicans.
This Flores shit is medieval, and she's right, they are targeting Dominicans.
Oh, you mean the people who branded you? Ugh.
Now that it's a window, I kinda like it.
It's not a window.
It's a reminder to stay out of other people's shit.
This is not other people's shit.
This is all of our shit.
This prison is turning into some kind of grotesque social experiment.
I'm gonna talk to Piscatella.
He likes me.
He's semi-reasonable.
Next person who hands Flores a beverage is crawling back to her bunk.
Let this be a lesson.
Flores is not a martyr, people.
She is a regular, normal, criminal.
Like the rest of us, right? Yeah, that's so reasonable.
You're late.
Uh, you're welcome.
Diaz, right? Yeah, why? From your kid.
Thanks.
wrong with those Republicans? Your nearby market company where you always Earlier today, downtown, there was a three You gonna drive or what? Cesar says to tell you hi.
And to not act like a bitch.
Let's go, it's exercise time.
Sophia? Sophia? It's a nervous tick.
Sophia.
Come on, speed it up, inmate.
I'm sorry, I have plantar fasciitis.
Sister is that you? - Oh - Sister I'm here to help.
I even have rubber bands to put into your big hair for when you puke.
Actually, Red, I got this.
"You got this.
" What does that mean? It means that after our talk, I took a hard look at how pathetic my life had become, and decided to just go cold turkey.
With the help of my friends Advil and Imodium, of course.
And candy, and, uh, crossword puzzles.
My my guts and my asshole are like raw meat.
Uh, my veins are pulsing.
But other than that, man, so far so good.
Oh, and lucky you, you missed the puke phase, so you can save those elastics.
What about cravings? Triggers? This is my seventh time getting clean intentionally, and I find that the best way to avoid shit, is to avoid shit.
So, I'm gonna go to work and just distract myself with good old-fashioned manual labor.
You know, thank you, though.
It means a lot to me.
See? Heigh-ho, heigh-ho.
So your mom got out today? She's probably sunbathing on the stoop already, or having oysters at Cosenza's.
Well for what it's worth, I liked her.
Even though she's a bitch.
My dad, he's that way too.
He sucks up all the oxygen in the room.
How do you deal with that, the oxygen thing? Ran away.
And I got my nipple pierced.
Hmm, I was thinking of shaving my head, or dying my hair crazy colors.
- That's a better idea.
- My nipple got infected.
Oh.
Feels like the first day in prison.
Or, like, before doesn't count, 'cause my mom was here.
Now, I'm actually alone.
You don't gotta be alone.
You can come hang out with me and my girls.
You're in the salon, right? My mom said.
Oh, yeah.
It smells like burnt hair, but those chairs are comfy.
Hey, Daya.
You wanna come over here and help me with some bags in the fridge? Comfy chair sounds nice.
We could still go for oysters.
No, this is fine.
We're close to the highway, so we'll get back faster.
- Some coffee to start? - Huh? - Some coffee? - Uh, sure.
So what's the first thing you're gonna do? Probably take a shower.
Oh 'cause y'all had to shower together.
No we had curtains and stuff.
But you worried you got TB germs, or, like, Hep C on you? No, I just I wanna take a shower.
Feel like myself again.
And then tomorrow, I'm gonna wake up and try to see all my kids.
Walk across all five boroughs if I have to.
I'm gonna tell them I'm gonna get them the fuck out of foster care.
Once I figure out how.
I heard that in prison, if you got big tits, you can hide stuff under there.
Like, Botox needles.
Pills that don't melt too easy.
You get some kind of big tit newsletter? My cousin Trina got let out last month.
We took her to City Island and then clubbing.
She kept asking for Big Red.
'Cause they don't even got gum in there.
You wanna know what prison is like? It's hard, and it smells like old farts.
But I got people in there.
I got nobody out here.
I got $40 and an old bus map.
You don't gotta make this weird.
It's not weird.
Why would it be weird? Maybe 'cause we fucked the same guy and he put a baby in me? You had a baby from that motherfucker? Not on purpose.
But, yeah.
She's got his ass.
But, like, little.
What, you think I'm gonna steal your stupid-ass waffles? Sorry.
I just feel like I got a sign on me.
It's these stupid clothes.
Hey.
You got any of that special shampoo? You Nichols? Yeah.
Why, we got friends? Been told not to do business with you.
What the fuck? Just sell me some fuckin' heroin.
I was referencing the Lou Reed hit single, obviously.
Come on.
Look, this isn't right.
I wanna talk to the boss lady.
She's busy.
What's going on? What, some kind of discrimination against people with frizzy hair? Something like that.
Man, who the fuck is blackballing me? I don't know what poison you and your hillbilly friends are peddling, but if you sell any of it to Nichols you will never know what's really in your food, and I assure you I can slip in untold horrors.
I'm not doing that no more.
Morello and the bug-eyed black girl found out about the poop thing.
Um Truthfully, I was really starting to gross myself out anyway.
Not to get too graphic Yes, spare me the details.
Oh, then again.
Once a business woman, always a business woman.
So, what What are you gonna give me in return for my cooperation? Right, she's dead to me.
Yoo-hoo? Yes! Autograph time, Mr.
C.
Why does this week's menu say "truffle cheesesteak" and "surf and turf"? I thought I'd pimp up the words to boost morale.
It's still slop.
Change it back.
What's next? Uh tonight's movie night pick.
- The Wiz? - How'd that get in there? Isn't that the one where Diana Ross plays a 12-year-old? Well, Tom Hanks plays a 12-year-old in Big.
Yeah, well, that was part of the premise.
But, man the costumes? People in the '70s were just more creative.
And not to get all political with you, but the past 11 movies have all been romantic comedies starring white people.
Because the past 11 movies came from a box of VHS tapes that Fig pulled out of her basement.
Do we even have a copy of The Wiz? Yeah, I found one in the library, under "Ethnic.
" People need positive role models around here.
Take Dorothy, for example, an inner-city school teacher who learns how to ease on down the road, makes friends with lions and robots, and frees a bunch of slaves using peaceful resistance, i.
e dance! If you can live with the fact that everyone is gonna blame you when they're miserable tonight - you can have The Wiz.
- Thank you.
Now, ease on out of here.
Yes, sir, I'm out of this bitch.
You know, I saw Humps taking her to the guard house yesterday.
Alone.
It's too soon to be pregnant puking.
I didn't say he fucked her.
Well, why else? Dude's weird.
He came over to my place last week, we have a couple of drinks, and this cockroach crawls out.
But instead of stepping on it, he put it in the blender.
He's probably fucking Ramos, though.
- You boys are all teenagers.
- Hey, I didn't do anything! It's like when a dude date rapes a girl at a frat house.
- It's everyone's fault.
- Exactly.
'Cause we're in a brotherhood.
Even you, McCullough.
And Humps, he's just our weirdo roach-liquefying kid brother.
Maybe Ramos was causing trouble, right? Or or Humps was having a bad day.
We don't know.
What we do know is, we're the ones on the ground making the tough calls every day.
I mean, it's not like we have any proof.
Yeah.
He could have been making her a sandwich for all we know.
Yeah.
I don't know about this time machine, but in my experience, people travel through wormholes.
I thought your book was fictional.
No.
Uh, the emotions were fictional, but the science was real.
Well, I know where I'd wormhole back to.
My wedding day.
Oh, I would live that over and over again.
Especially the lovemaking part.
Oh, we were so connected for that hour.
Our skin was touching.
And our brains weren't distracted or suspicious nothing.
Did I tell you that he's been spending time with my sister? - I told you that already? No? - Uh-uh Oh, yeah, they're friends now.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's a thing.
You know, just them hanging out together, all the time.
Oh, my, I'm sorry.
What about you? When would you go back to? I think I'd go back to that night outside the broom closet.
Oh with the ex? Yeah Yo.
We were supposed to do the dance with no pants, but chickened out.
Oh, well, you weren't ready.
That's okay.
Turns out, she's crazier than me.
I Than I Yeah.
I caught her once making a portrait of me out of hair.
And I'm pretty sure it was my hair.
Like, she stole my hair.
Isn't that kind of flattering, though? What if I missed my only chance to get physical with another person? You don't need a time machine for that.
That closet is right where you left it.
I forgot what my hips look like.
You could borrow my wedges when we get home.
I'm not staying with you.
I only wrote that for the paperwork.
Oh.
Okay.
You can't send clothes in care packages.
CO will send them back.
Please, like I would ever shop for Cesar.
He's so picky.
You got a brother or something? No.
Loose as a shoelace.
Cesar got, like, ten years.
I'm supposed to be a nun? That's fucked up.
That man did good by you.
Why you so mad? It's not like Cesar was ever straight with you, even before you went away.
But suddenly you his big defender? Men are stupid.
And their peckers all got ADD, what? For the record, if you hadn't gone down, I probably wouldn't be in the picture.
I went away because I took the heat for him! Because that's what you do when you love somebody.
But I guess you wouldn't get that.
Hey! I love Cesar, but I also love myself, and I love my baby, and it don't do me nor her no damn good if my ass is in prison.
You're a fucking bitch! A fucking bitch who borrowed a car to come and get your ungrateful, old-school, low self-esteem ass from upstate and bring her to my home? You know what? I'm out of here.
Miss, you gotta pay for that.
Shit.
- It's a musical? - Mmm-hmm.
Yeah! That's why I don't know it, 'cause it's gay.
You gay now with Judy.
Correction, I'm fake gay with a beautiful human who's making it rain for all of us.
Mmm-mmm.
Ain't raining in my world until I see money in my commissary account.
- Mmm.
- Janae, it's coming.
In the meantime, feel it.
Wealth is a state of mind, not some number in a bank account.
- Money talk.
- Ah, it's so boring.
Mmm-hmm.
Oh, no, it's cool, ain't nobody looking.
Oh, no, this is not for the guards.
It's about my chocolate love.
Oh, come on, y'all, I was just kidding.
Lord.
All right, so what are we all talking about? How Caputo did me a solid, and let me pick movie night tonight! - No! - I hate The Wiz.
Sorry, am I allowed to say that? Mmm, it's cool.
- Me, too.
- Oh, my gosh.
Come on, the beginning is so boring.
Like, when they're all eating ham, and Diana Ross is just complaining about how she's never been below 125th Street.
Hold up, hold up.
You telling me, the premise of The Wiz is some bitch ain't never gone below 125th Street? Diana Ross, not "some bitch.
" - Right? - Respect! I mean, ain't there, like, dancing subway pillars, and weird glow-in-the-dark graffiti everywhere? I mean, the production values are so cheesy.
Look, I'm sorry, T, I'm gonna have to side with my girl on this.
The Wiz is kinda lame.
I like The Wiz.
See? Somebody's on my side.
What about that part when Glinda the Good Witch comes floating in on her magic bubble, and her skin's all white and sparkly? That's the white people version.
The Wizard of Oz! Oh.
Well, I like that one.
Damn this arthritis.
It helps if I take little steps.
Don't I get some privacy? Gotta cuff you first.
Oh, of course.
Shackle away.
Our poop is gonna go down there? Beats me.
Everything I know about plumbing, I learned from playing Mario Brothers.
It was that black girl who works in Caputo's office.
The terrorist one with the turban? - No.
- Cocoa puffs? No, no, the one with the fancy watch.
I heard her bragging about it in the cafeteria.
First the Dominicans take the TV room, now the blacks are controlling the movies.
We should host our own film festival, that celebrates the accomplishments of white people.
But that'll be hard, though, because Morgan Freeman's in, like, everything.
Fuckin' Morgan Freeman.
I think I owe you an apology.
For enabling you out in the corn.
What happens in the corn stays in the corn, right? I can't stop thinking about it.
Oh, that's what you can't stop thinking about? How about Vause chop suey-ing a guy? It seems like that's a much bigger headline than my short fall off the wagon.
I'm trying to say I'm worried about you.
Are you?.
Or are you attempting to assuage some of that guilt you've been carrying around? Can it be both? Man I screwed up long before our time in the corn, Chapman, all right? It's not on you.
The really fucked up thing is I had three years clean before that, and now I'm back to zero.
Like, whoosh, the whole thing never happened.
No, three years clean is something.
That's not nothing.
How do I forgive myself for doing that? That's my million dollar fucking question, right? Back it up, you know you're not allowed to be in here.
You're not allowed to eat soba noodles without a little scallion.
Fresh from the garden.
Added a little ginger, too.
Thanks.
I've noticed you always bring home-cooked lunches.
Good for you.
Most of the guards eat Hot Pockets or S'mores Pop Tarts, but you're a gourmet.
Yeah, I used to eat like them.
But then I started watching those cooking competition shows and got obsessed.
Now, I can't stomach that crap.
Me neither.
Something else I can't stomach watching friends of mine succumb to certain temptations.
Chemical temptations.
I wouldn't know what inmates do in private.
Of course.
Neither does Piscatella.
In fact, he has no idea about this curious cycle of redistribution going on behind his back.
One little baggie frisked from this inmate, resold to that inmate.
Out against the fence.
Now! Let's go! Who the fuck you think you are, old lady? Walkin' around here like you own the place, threatenin' me.
Well, I know you can't threaten me, at least not with the SHU.
I've been tryin' to get reservations down there for weeks, but it's all booked up.
Who told you that? Old ladies, you know.
We have bad hearing, and yet we know all the gossip.
What is this? - Are you lookin' to buy? - No.
I don't want to buy.
I want to embargo.
I was thinking.
There are certain physical experiences on this planet that every living person should have.
And I know I freaked out in the woods, but real dinner is better than fake gingerbread and wood rot.
That said, I will admit that sometimes at night, I do touch the inside of my arm and the soft part of my earlobe, and I get this tingly feeling.
And, okay, I did suspect you of pooping in the shower which is way worse than peeing outside a bunk, for the record, but you didn't leave me poop You left me gifts.
Like hair portraits.
Anyhow, I'm really confused about all this, but if you might, maybe, perhaps want to try the broom closet thing again I might maybe perhaps be open to it.
That's it.
Okay, bye.
I was thinking during movie night.
Okay, bye.
Hey! I've been meaning to ask you about your wormhole theory.
See, on paper it's sound, right? But in real life, that is flawed.
You might be using too much tin foil on the time machine.
Messes with the electromagnetic radiation.
Next time, try wax paper.
Oh, thanks for the tip.
Wow.
- Can I have a seat? - No, you can talk to me while standing.
Okay, well, speaking of standing, um I feel obligated to voice to voice my concern over some of the practices that have been happening around here lately.
Uh, you know, not my concern my outrage.
My moral outrage, to be honest with you.
Okay, uh Please, be honest.
This Flores thing, for example.
It is cruel and gross and humiliating.
It's like putting somebody in the stocks.
Plus, standing for prolonged periods of time causes irreversible joint and back pain.
Well, maybe her noble heritage gives her extra strong joints.
I get the irony of the situation.
Next, you're gonna tell me that gangs help provide order and safety? Look, I know what it's like to fuck up.
I know what it's like to cross a line and then wish, retroactively, that you hadn't.
And it's a shitty, shitty feeling.
And I wish that somebody had told me a very long time ago that it's okay to just stop.
To just back down.
To not be so stubborn or worried about appearing weak.
You're right, I did mess up.
I allowed you to think you have some sort of special privilege around here which you don't.
In fact, the next time you care to express something to me you can write me a letter and then shove it up your tight, little heinie.
Get out of my office.
Out! And after you got the camera to Burset, how were you gonna get the photo out? That ten-year-old Motorola didn't even have Internet.
I have my ways.
Oh.
Well, don't ever become a spy.
Sophia is falling apart down here.
At least I didn't stand by idly.
So, if you want to punish me for having a a conscience, then, fine.
I am not punishing you for your conscience.
I am punishing you because you assaulted another inmate, you smuggled contraband, and you conspired to leak private information.
You made your bed, Sister.
Now you're gonna lie in it.
Any idea how long, exactly? Burset! Yep.
- Oh, that is so true, yo.
- But, right? My moms is in love with him, like, in love.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Hey, we were just talking about how all Latinas love Morrissey.
Yeah, that's funny.
Maybe it's the hair.
- Totally! That pompadour.
- Yeah, the Yeah.
- Wow.
- Oh, shit.
You do nails? My mom did.
I think I do more, like, designs, patterns, little bunnies, things like that.
Oh, could you do mine, but, like, alternate it with, like, bunnies and skulls, so, like, every other finger's, like, bunny, skull, bunny, skull? Yeah, that should be cool.
Sorry.
Should I just come back later? You can stay.
Unless it's gonna be a problem.
Nah, it's fine.
So, what do you want first, like, a bunny or a skull? Skull, obviously.
Yo, Jazmina! Open up, it's me! You a ghost all of a sudden? I had to get Cesar's baby mama to pick me up, 'cause my own damn cousin is too busy to pick up her phone? I've been callin' you for weeks.
Where the fuck you been at? Ever since we switched to the family plan, my phone's been acting weird.
Wow, so you out now? No, I escaped like Houdini.
Now tell me what's up.
You know Domingo? That midget from the bodega? Uh-huh.
Yeah, he's getting scuba certified all month, so he gave me these VCRs to unload.
This whole planned obsolescence thing is really screwing me up.
Yo, Jazmina, what the hell you talkin' about? You ain't even making any sense.
I'm just happy to see you.
Yo, we should get some of that champagne soda! Right? Celebrate! Yeah, no, I ain't got no time to celebrate right now.
Where's my sock? I already used up all the cash they gave me.
All right, here's the thing.
My asthma been acting up.
I had to go to the ER, which wasn't cheap.
And then last month, KK got arrested.
Some stupid DUI, but they took him all the way up to Rikers and claimed that he had, like, all these other charges.
Bail was real expensive, you know? We weren't expecting you for another few more months.
- You spent it.
- Borrowed.
I borrowed it.
- You stupid, selfish cunt! - Hey! We family.
Yeah, we family! That's why I gave you everything I fucking had! What about my clothes? My shoes? You sell those, too? No.
Not your shoes.
How fuckin' stupid can you be? I'm getting out of prison.
You think I wouldn't need any cash? You think I wouldn't need clothes? I'm gonna pay you back for everything, I swear.
Yo, if you want, I could hook you up with Domingo.
You know, get you back on your feet? Meantime, you know you can crash here as long as you need.
Come on, we can share the bed.
You know, like old times.
So, when are we gonna make a move on the water fountains between B and C dorms? I mean, if we wait too long, the Dominicans are gonna grab it.
Also, we need to talk about where to stand in the yard.
I found this spot over by the dumpsters, but I know Sankey thinks we should stand somewhere with more visibility.
Sankey is so driven.
I know, right? Sankey? - She on construction? - Yeah.
She's actually a lot like you used to be, all in charge and stuff, but also really, um charisma.
And she has amazing hair, like gold.
And she's, like, the funniest person you've ever met.
Wait a minute, did we talk about this? I used to collect troll dolls Hey, schnookums.
- Looking for somethin'? - Uh, yeah, man.
I'm lookin' for those letters I wrote you.
I'm hopin' to recycle them into "fuck you" origami.
Oh, you can't fool me.
Origami doesn't have words.
Hi, by the way.
Come on, man, just don't make this any more humiliating than it has to be, all right? My blood sugar's crashing.
I need some sweet relief.
I thought you were sober.
Yeah, well, things change.
Jesus Christ! I brought you back here like two minutes ago.
What do you mean, you brought me back up here? What does that mean? You had a hand in me comin' up the hill? Uh, well, not a hand so much as uh, other body parts.
No comprende.
I, uh I fucked Judy King.
- The old chef lady? - Yeah, it was very Harold and Maude.
Except you're 30 and broke.
I mean, has she killed herself yet? Uh, we are talkin' about, uh, Judy King, the celebrity, right? Not some scabby, toothless crack whore by the same name? Celebrity chef.
My lover.
And afterwards, uh she paid off some fancy lawyer who called Caputo and some other backdoor politics thing that I don't fully understand.
What'd you do that for? You in love with me or something? No.
Uh, you could say "thank you.
" For what? Ruining my life, then un-ruining it? Why do you think I'm back on this shit? Well, if I'd never gone to Max I'd still be sober.
I wouldn't have to crawl back here searching for crumbs.
Oh, and by the way only a shit-for-brains, fucktard alcoholic falls for a card-carrying lesbo.
If you you wanna get high so badly admit that it's your fault that you went back down to Max.
All right? Own your shit.
Fine.
It was my fault.
Yeah, and we'll revisit this if you decide to ever get sober again.
Can't wait.
Please.
I didn't ask for weed.
Right.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Psst! Fuck you.
Hey, it's movie night.
Let's go.
I'm gonna skip it.
I'm too bloated.
We're on the same cycle, dummy.
Come on.
Why you sittin' there like you got a call from your boyfriend's wife, eh? I can't tell you.
It's too humiliating.
You pee your pants or something? What? You know that new guard? White dude, looks like a mailman? Yeah, I think so.
Okay.
Yesterday, he took me into his little house and he gave me a cup with, um With, um What? What did he bring you? Did he slip you a roofie? What? Tell me.
A mouse.
Like, from the ground? Um I don't know.
It was a baby And it was small and slippery and not like a jelly bean at all, Flaca.
And when I swallowed it, I felt its little feet, with toes.
Oh, my God.
That's so fucked up.
That's like some Hannibal Lecter shit.
We gotta tell somebody.
I don't wanna have to tell nobody.
- Please don't tell nobody.
- God damn it! These guards, they think they can get Can do whatever the fuck they want.
Oh, God, I feel so gross.
No, you're okay.
You're not gross.
- Yeah.
- Come here.
You probably don't even have the plague or nothing.
never killed nothin' in my life! Save it for the judge! Killed this movie.
This movie sucks! Can you be quiet, please? Isn't that what you do? Call and response? That's a Christian thing.
It ain't a black thing.
- You sure about that, darkie? - Seriously.
- What? - You're ruining the film.
I thought you didn't even like it.
Well, I love it now.
Is it okay if I stand here? Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
Do you ever feel like a person without a country? All the time.
Have you seen Nicky? We invited her, but she's not here.
Piscatella told me to shove my moral outrage up my ass.
I thought you were gonna stay out of other people's business.
You smell like reefer.
Who the fuck sold to her? I, um Do you Or should I Shh.
Relax.
- Mmm.
- Oh Do you like that? Yeah.
Describe it.
A glow worm.
Mmm.
- Glitter dots.
- Mmm.
Lightning bolts.
Oh, more More lightning bolts.
Warm squiggles.
Are you getting close? Uh, to what? Uh, climax.
Maybe? Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Oh, sweet troll.
I'm close.
I'm close.
I'm Why'd you stop? So you know what it feels like to be abandoned in the middle of the woods.
You hurt my feelings, Suzanne.
What? News flash, Dorothy was from Kansas, not Harlem.
News flash, Judy Garland was from Minnesota, and Diana Ross was from Michigan, so nobody is from Kansas.
It's a movie.
No one asked you, nigger-lover.
- What did you say? - What the fuck? Yo, can you shut the fuck up? Hey, guys! Quiet down, please.
Okay? Hmm.
Your boo? She's not only fair-skinned, but she's fair-weathered.
Yeah, she not my boo.
It's all for show.
It's called appropriation, black people stealin' white people's art.
I think the black girls and the white girls are havin' a thing.
No, you dumb cracker.
Who you callin' a cracker? Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Back it up, Nazi.
Or what? You'll tap dance on over here and beat us up? Everyone chill out, all right? It's a movie.
Man, if this escalates, we're screwed.
Remember, the SHU is full.
- Whatever.
- I'm ready.
- You wanna go? - Shit.
Everybody back to your bunks.
Movie night is over.
Oh, man! It's for your own safety, let's go.
Man, are you kidding me? They didn't even meet The Wiz! The titular character! He's played by Richard Pryor, people! Bald, white, racist fucking bitches ruined it for everyone.
Hell, yeah.
You think that's a job? Like painting pictures for scenery and stuff? Sure, why not? Hey, can I talk to you? Sure, I'll catch up with you guys later.
Honey.
You gotta be careful.
Ruiz is playing a dangerous game.
It's fine, she's my roommate.
You don't think Al Capone had a roommate when he was in prison? Oh, my God.
I'm not stupid.
I know she's getting into other stuff.
I'm not gonna get involved in any of that.
You hang out with that crew, in that salon, you involved.
You wanna rebel against your mother? That's fine.
That's fine, because I'm the first person to admit she wasn't perfect, but that don't mean that you gotta go and screw up your own life.
I wanna have friends.
I wanna hang out with people my own age, not people tryin' to be my mom all the time.
I'll see you around.
Yeah? I got no place else to go.
I already set up the couch.
Shh Come on.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
Look! Sorry, I forgot to set an alarm.
First, you make me meet you in Oneonta, then you're 45 minutes late? You know, one of us has an actual job.
Oh, I see.
You think I run a 501 C3 out of my bed? I have three employees.
Now, let's see this Pulitzer-winning photo.
You wrapped it in a T-shirt? Yeah, it was up a nun's vagina.
You didn't You didn't rinse it? Yeah, I sprayed it with Windex, especially the microchip part with all the information on it.
Get in touch with Crystal Burset.
She's got an open case against MCC.
Danny, do not mention my name to anyone.
Big J finally joined the Resistance.
I've done no such thing.
In fact, this meeting never fuckin' happened, okay? It's a cool shirt.
Can I, uh No.
Tell Linda the Sea Witch I said hi.
Sorry.
You think I'm blind? It's a granola bar.
You heard Piscatella, no food.
I am not gonna stand by while somebody starves to death.
So give me four shots, or whatever, make me crawl back to my bunk.
Fuck the shots.
Get up on the table.
Excuse me? You heard me.
Up there with her.
What do you do when you have to go to the bathroom? You go.
Your scent is strong.
Breathe through your mouth.
Sir, we, uh, got a situation here.
I have a situation myself.
You're gonna have to hold down the fort, big man.
Out.
I'm sorry, what snag? Oh, we wanted to run the sewer line straight out to the street, but there's a massive shelf of bedrock sittin' in the way.
So, what does that mean? Well, we could dynamite the whole thing.
Or we could run the line the other way around and connect it to the outtake over here.
Of course, that means going straight through the garden and the greenhouse, which we've been tryin' to avoid.
What did Caputo say? He hasn't picked up his phone all morning.
Okay.
All right, I'm calling it, then.
No more garden and greenhouse.
Do it.
Hold up! Hold up! There's something there! Oh, this ain't gonna be pretty.