♪ solemn music ♪
♪♪♪
[woman 1] With every bill that comes in,
you know, he might murder me.
[woman 2] You-- no, you cook him dinner,
you turn down the lights, light some candles,
then leave the credit card statement on the table.
- Oh, yeah, that's good. - No, it's--you have your job.
It's to make it look good-- oh, speaking of which,
I know you have your heart set on a bench swing,
but came back rocking chairs.
- [woman 2] For the porch? - [woman 1] Yeah, come on.
[woman 2] I don't know. It just--it feels
a little Cracker Barrel to me.
What, it's not like there's gonna be
peanut shells next to it.
[woman 2] Just, that one feels a little on the nose.
Where are you from?
- [laughs] - I'm sorry?
Oh.
Where are you from?
[woman 2] Oh, I've got a house on Saranac Lake.
[woman 1] Mm.
Oh, yup, so you're summer people.
Well, technically she's the summer person.
I'm her decorator.
My family's lived up here for 300 years.
- Oh. - Oh, cool.
Yeah, I can see why. This town is so cute.
- Oh, my God. - Mm-hmm.
We went to that barbecue place last night,
and they gave us free peach cobbler.
[woman 2] Oh, yeah, that's good.
- [woman 1] It was so good. - [woman 2] It was amazing.
[woman 1] Ooh, you know what? Uh, before I forget,
I need you to pick out fabric for those two couches
facing each other in the living room.
[women continue chattering]
- Thank you. - Yep.
[Muzak playing over speakers]
♪♪♪
[package thuds]
[scanner beeping]
[man on TV] This is a shrine to my car baby.
Maya's my human baby, but this is my car baby.
Jeff wants to do the garage
'cause that's his private space.
However, I would like to do the bedroom
'cause that's our private space.
[Jeff] Ninety-five percent of my time
in the bedroom, I'm unconscious.
Who cares what it looks like?
[narrator on TV] So how are they going to react
when they find out
that's not going to happen?
[woman on TV] [gasps] Oh, my goodness.
They're fucked.
[Gene] It's totally created, man.
That's how they build the tension.
That's how the show works.
- Really? - Mm.
[indistinct chatter]
That motherfucker Scary Gary.
Uh...
he's crazy, you know?
He wakes up every night screaming
at three in the morning
like clockwork.
I bet that's something from his childhood.
Well,
you know, I was thinking...
...you can help David get back in his old cell.
We just got him out of there.
How the fuck is that gonna look?
Well,
you threw him out.
You can throw him back in.
[exhales] I don't know.
That's what I thought you'd say.
♪ suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
- Excuse me. - [woman] Yes?
Uh, where can I find things to cut with?
- Saws and things? - Oh, over here.
What kind of saw?
Um, I can find it.
Ah, easier if I show you.
What are you cutting?
Uh, it's actually for a friend.
What's he cutting? Or she?
Uh, wood.
[woman] Crosscut?
[Tilly] Sure.
[woman] Can I show you the differences?
[Tilly] No. No, thanks.
[woman] You sure?
Ooh, this is what I need.
- Great. - Okay.
♪♪♪
[cash register beeping]
You know these are hacksaws, right?
Just ring them up.
- Okay. - [cash register beeping]
[cash register whirring]
[woman] All right, that'll be $28.21.
Mm.
Do you want to put something back?
Just put it on this card.
Okay.
And would you like a receipt?
No.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ tense music ♪
♪♪♪
[man] All right, we're good. We're good. We're good.
We're good, yeah.
♪♪♪
[Tilly] Lyle, sorry I'm late.
I had to get some hamburg for...
[sports announcer speaking indistinctly on TV]
♪♪♪
[exhaling heavily]
[indistinct chatter]
[TV playing indistinctly]
♪♪♪
[TV sports announcer continues indistinctly]
♪♪♪
[Sweat] Yo.
Any luck on that cell swap?
Well,
I talked to Gene.
Good.
What'd he say?
[Matt] Right, he says he's, uh, working on it.
[Sweat] Okay, what does that mean?
What'd you say to him?
I'm handling it.
♪♪♪
[fire ignites]
♪♪♪
[flames roaring]
[men shouting]
[guard] Fire! Get out now!
[fire alarm blaring]
[overlapping shouting]
Hey, yo, that's Six Company, guard.
[man] Oh, shit, yo.
[guard 1] Calm down. Get back.
- [guard 2] Move back. - [guard 3] Move back.
[guard 1] Quiet down, guys. Come on, quiet down.
[yelling fades]
[fire alarm blaring]
[blaring continues]
[birds chirping]
Lyle!
Come on! You're making me late.
[engine turns over]
♪ soft music ♪
♪♪♪
[guard] Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[door buzzes]
Yeah, yeah. Hang on, hang on.
Morning.
[door buzzes]
Okay.
[door sliding open]
Oh, Gene. Good.
I'm leaving some hamburg in the freezer for Ricky Matt.
If you could drop it off to him after work, that'd be great.
- [Gene] Hmm. Why? - [Tilly sighs]
For keeping the peace in the shop.
Thanks, Gene.
[rain pattering]
♪ dark music ♪
♪♪♪
[Gene] Hey, big fella.
Gene.
- Thanks, Bo. - Yeah, buddy.
[man whistles]
[man] Hey, Gene.
[guard] Walking on 6, walking on 6.
[coughs]
♪♪♪
Knock, knock.
Special delivery.
[toilet flushes]
Here. Your meat.
Want me to put it in the fridge for ya?
Nah, I think I'll cook it now.
Oh, look at that.
Somebody burned Scary Gary's cell.
Now he's off the block.
- [Matt] Yep. - [Gene] Hmm.
I guess a lot of people don't like that guy.
Want some meat loaf?
No, thank you.
No, me and Ruth, we're going to Buffalo Wild Wings.
Nice.
[men shouting]
[hip-hop music playing over speakers]
[man] Hey, I got you. Yeah, come on, man. Nah.
Shit.
Yo, they said it'd be ready.
It's almost done, homey, but you can come in, though.
Piccolo.
Go get me that recipe for meat loaf from Raul.
Andale, ándale, ándale.
Nice work.
Thank you.
[Matt breathes heavily]
[men laughing, shouting]
Welcome back.
Fuck 'em!
♪ hip-hop music ♪
♪ Put your hands up where I can see them ♪
♪ Motherfucker, hey ♪
♪ Four, five, six ♪
♪ Too many numbers, hey ♪
♪ Got the whole crowd surging, motherfucker, hey ♪
♪ We in the spot, turned up, motherfucker, hey ♪
♪ Couple cars, couple broads, the old man frontin' ♪
♪ Ninety-nine problems, money ain't a damn one ♪
♪ Party all night, sleep when the sun comes ♪
♪ Shining like a zombie ♪
♪♪♪
♪ I done made it to the top, you saw ♪
♪ The levels that I went through ♪
♪♪♪
♪ suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
[hacksaw clatters in bucket]
♪♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
[The Hollies' "Long Cool Woman" playing on headphones]
♪♪♪
♪ With just one look, I was a bad mess... ♪
[scraping]
♪ suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
[whirring]
[scraping]
[The Doobie Brothers' "Long Train Runnin'
playing on headphones]
♪ Without love... ♪
Are they working, what I bought ya?
Yeah.
Just finished a new frame last night.
[Tilly] Good.
♪ suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
Excuse me.
♪♪♪
[scraping]
[Tilly breathing heavily]
[door squeaks open]
[Odell] Damn, okay.
Yo.
What do you need, Odell?
Uh, give me a couple seam rippers.
[Tilly] Okay.
[Odell] Thank you.
[sighs] You're welcome.
♪♪♪
You know every winter you hear about some guy
who drops dead of a heart attack
shoveling his driveway? I always think,
"Why the hell can't that ever be Lyle?"
[scraping]
♪♪♪
[scraping]
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
[breathing heavily]
[coughs]
Ah, shit!
I dropped my paint. Fuck.
♪ rock music building ♪
[coughs]
♪♪♪
No fucking way! [laughs]
It wasn't dead. I'm not lying.
He turns around. He shoots it again--oh.
- Hi, how you folks doing? - Good.
Good? Can I start you off with something to drink?
- I'll have a Bud Light. - Bud Light.
- Bud Light here too. - Sure.
I'll take a Bud Light in the bottle.
Yeah, no problem. And for you, ma'am?
How much is a margarita?
- Ooh. - $5.50.
Fan-cy!
[Lyle] Oh, bartender even know how to do that?
Yeah, we're Tex-Mex.
♪♪♪
If the lady wants a margarita, she can have a margarita.
[waitress] All right, sounds good.
I'll be right back with that.
All right, thanks, babe.
I'm gonna put some money in the jukebox.
What do you want to hear? Kiss? Iggy Pop?
- ZZ Top. - Z--
- No! Not ZZ Top. - [laughs]
[Gene] Lyle?
I don't know, uh, Igby?
- Igby? Igby? - [chortles]
Lyle's not really a music person.
- I'm a news and weather guy. - Okay.
Right, something's always changing.
Keeps me on my toes.
Hey, Tilly, want to give me a hand?
- ZZ Top? - Who the fuck is Igby?
What's with the meat?
Huh?
For Matt.
[Tilly] Oh, I told you.
He had a good month in the shop.
You shouldn't be doing that.
That's why I asked you.
Ask someone else next time.
[bell ringing]
[men shouting indistinctly]
[scratches softly]
[coughs]
♪ suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
[coughing loudly]
♪♪♪
[bed slides softly]
♪♪♪
[wind howling]
[machines rumbling]
[water drops pattering]
[Matt] Hey.
[whispering] How long have you been in?
I'm serious.
[whispering] Twelve years.
This is the first time in 12 years
nobody knows where you are.
♪♪♪
[water trickling]
[lock clanging]
Shh.
[whispering] Don't touch it.
- Why not? - Because...
we don't know who uses it yet.
I think this way's south.
But we should split up, cover more ground that way.
Okay. Fine by me.
Let's meet back here in 20.
♪♪♪
[distant thudding, echoing]
[man 1] Just trying to get the fucking DTV fixed
before next week so I don't lose
the whole week of buck season.
I got to get this broken piece of shit fixed.
[man 1 continues indistinctly]
[man 2] It's always something.
[man 1] Uh-huh.
[man 2] What's wrong?
[man 1] Ah, sorry, man.
Just...
should I go take a nap?
[man 2] What, man?
You think I give a shit?
[men continue chattering indistinctly]
[man 2] Take it or don't.
[man 1] And then you promise you'll wait?
[man 2] Go take a fucking nap. Nothing's gonna happen.
- [man 1] All right. - [man 2] And I'm next.
Two hours, then we switch.
[man 1] You got it.
[water trickling]
[machines humming]
[watch alarm beeping]
[indistinct chatter]
Here's where I was.
[hocking phlegm]
[spits, exhales]
Mm.
Where were you?
Yo.
I was under the laundry room there.
That's a lot further.
[whispering] I know.
Top of the morning to ya.
[both breathing heavily]
Let me put it in.
Just the tip.
Let me put the tip in.
Wait. Ah. No, no, no, no, no.
- Let me put the tip in. - I don't know.
Let me put the tip in.
- What's wrong? - I feel guilty.
I saw him.
Who, Lyle?
No, David.
[dance music playing over speakers]
♪♪♪
- David? - I mean, I miss him.
I know...
- I know it's weird, but-- - No, no, no, no, no.
It's okay. It's okay.
[whispering] I know I... I'm being a real girl about it,
but I can't help it.
[whispering] Spit in my hand.
[spits]
[moans]
[both grunting]
Oh. [breathing heavily]
He doesn't know about us, right?
[breathing heavily, moans]
[bottles clanging]
[groans softly]
[softly] Fuck.
[groans]
Shit.
Socks.
[mockingly] Well, if somebody helped me do the laundry,
maybe you wouldn't have to wear the same pair
of socks two days in a row.
Motherfuck.
Mother...fucker.
- Yo! Fuck. - [Matt laughs]
[Sweat] Jesus.
Hey, man, uh,
I gotta tell you something.
I fucked Tilly, all right?
And, uh, I've been fucking her.
But now she feels guilty.
Not because she's fucking around on her husband,
but she feels guilty...
...because of her feelings for you.
She told me that.
[spits] Okay.
So what the fuck do I care?
She's ours, bro.
Okay?
Let me have one of your shirts.
[Sweat] What?
Give me one of your shirts.
What the fuck are you talking about?
We got a bitch in heat, and I want her
to smell you, motherfucker.
All right?
Give me one of your shirts.
I wanna turn this from a two-way into a three-way.
That way...
[mimics skin sizzling]
...we got her on our side
in a permanent way.
Huh?
So...
...let me have one of your shirts.
I'll give her the shirt.
All right.
[Tilly] Look at these. These pants are ruined.
What are you saying?
What? Come on. The zipper's on the inside.
Oh, shit.
- Wow. - We're already behind.
Now we gotta spend three days fixing your mistake?
Who did you have on quality control?
Thought that's what you did.
[Tilly] Lyle.
I'll deal with you later.
I need to talk to Matt.
[sewing machines whirring]
Inmate Matt.
[Steely Dan's "Do It Again" playing on headphones]
Come with me.
Go ahead.
♪ ...then you love a little wild one ♪
♪ And she brings you only sorrow ♪
♪ All the time you know she's smilin' ♪
♪ You'll be on your knees tomorrow ♪
♪ Yeah, you go back, Jack ♪
[door slams]
♪ And the mourners are all singin' ♪
♪ As they drag you by your feet ♪
♪ But the hangman isn't hangin' ♪
♪ And they put you on the street ♪
♪ Yeah, you go back, Jack, do it again... ♪
- Okay, what's up? - What's up with me?
What's up with you?
Painting my dogs
and giving them to my wife
like, um, you're some kind of Picasso?
Oh, okay.
- So you found the painting. - Yeah.
- [music stops] - Hidden...
in the corner of our bedroom.
Wow, buddy, there's nothing going on--
No, look, I'm not your buddy.
Okay. Okay.
The painting. Of course I did it.
She thought it'd be a fun present for you
for your anniversary.
Supposed to be a surprise.
A present?
Your wife kind of looks out for me in there.
So when she said she wanted to do something special for you--
For-for our-our anniversary?
Yeah, and she knows how tight things are.
She didn't want to spend any money.
Showed me a picture of the dogs, and I painted it.
Shit.
[exhales deeply]
She's a good woman, Lyle.
She loves you, and you love her too.
Yeah.
All right, would you-- would you do me a favor?
- Sure. - Uh...
no more gifts.
Uh, she could get in a lot of trouble for that.
On my children, Lyle.
Sure.
Shoot, shoot.
- Okay, see ya around. - Yeah, yeah.
What was that about?
- He found the painting. - Jesus.
What did you say?
It doesn't matter. He bought it, okay?
What did you say?
He's a good guy.
Lyle? Jesus.
[Sweat] I can show 'em to you when they're done.
Might be a nice little gift for the lady.
Hey, you mind if I say hi to my shop boss real quick?
Hey.
Hear you've been doing all right at the shop.
Fuck off.
It's all right.
But I miss smelling you.
Here, this is for you.
Sorry I never wrote back.
Mm.
[bed sliding]
♪ suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
[scratching softly]
[whispering] Yo, let's go.
[Matt] Not tonight.
What?
[whispering] I need rest.
[spits]
[pipes clanging, water dripping]
[machines humming]
[distant thudding, echoing]
[train horn blaring distantly]
[train rumbling]
Fuck. Fuck.
[breathes deeply]
Man.
[sighing] Oh, fuck.
Ah, fuck.
[bell ringing]
[men chattering indistinctly]
[ringing stops]
[guard] Let's go, let's go.
[exhales slowly]
[indistinct shouting]
Okay, um, so that's the laundry building, right?
That's where I was last time.
Yeah.
[exhales deeply]
Which means, I think,
I'm somewhere around here.
- [Matt] No shit. - [Sweat] Yeah.
Except right below where I'm standing,
there's a fucking brick wall.
- You guys all right? - Yeah, we're good.
Break on through, bro.
Break on through.
With what?
I don't have a tool.
I would need a sledgehammer or something, bro.
You think that's the only wall we're gonna run into?
Hmm?
These are just obstacles, man.
There's a toolbox down there, huh.
You know how to pick a lock?
Yeah.
I thought so.
Come on.
I'm gonna let you recover. You look like shit.
Palmer.
♪ Elton John's "Take Me to the Pilot" playing ♪
He's not feeling good.
♪ If you feel... ♪
- [Gene] What's that? - [Sweat] Fuck.
- He's not feeling good. - [Gene] What's wrong?
[Sweat] Sorry, bro. Woke up feeling like shit.
[Gene] I'm not your bro.
♪ Like a coin in your mint ♪
♪ I am dented ♪
♪ And I'm spent with high treason ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Through a glass eye, your throne ♪
♪ Is the one danger zone ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot for control ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Take me to the pilot of your soul ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot, lead me through the chamber ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot, I am but a stranger ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot, lead me through the chamber ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot, I am but a stranger ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪♪♪
[giggles]
♪♪♪
♪ Well, I know ♪
♪ He's not old ♪
♪ And I'm told, and I'm told he's a virgin ♪
[camera clicks, whirs]
♪ Oh, he may be she ♪
♪ But I'm told ♪
♪ And I'm never, never for certain ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Through a glass eye, your throne ♪
♪ Is the one danger zone ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot for control ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Take me to the pilot of your soul ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, take me to the pilot ♪
♪ Lead me through the chamber ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot, I am but a stranger... ♪
[Sweat] Fuck.
♪ ...lead me through the chamber ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot ♪
♪ I am but a stranger ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na ♪
Wow. I know what I want to do when I grow up.
- Oh, yeah? - I'm gonna bottle your scent.
You know what I'm gonna call it?
Nope.
No Sweat...
♪♪♪
...by Ricky Matt.
[Sweat] It's gonna cost you.
♪ Through a glass eye, your throne ♪
♪ Is the one danger zone ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot for control ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Take me to the pilot of your soul ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot, lead me through the chamber ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot, I am but a stranger ♪
[fading] ♪ Take me to the pilot
♪ Lead me through the chamber ♪
♪ Take me to the pilot, I am but a stranger ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na ♪
[song fades out]
[metallic thudding]
[Tilly] I find myself coming up with excuses
to ride to work alone
so I could spend the time thinking
of things that you could do to me.
[soulful music playing over speakers]
I want to know more about your fantasies.
If it helps, my bedspread is red
and the headboard has bars you can hold on to.
[Lyle] Cupcake!
- What? - NCIS is starting.
I'll be right down.
♪♪♪
I miss...
sucking your...
sweet dick.
Maybe we can arrange a get-together
sometime soon.
Love, Tilly.
♪♪♪
Come on. Who wants to go watch our show?
Come on. You're missing your show.
Come on.
Let's go.
♪ suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
[feet shuffling]
[exhales slowly]
Hey, man. [panting]
Am I crazy,
or is it hotter in here?
It's a fucking steam pipe.
Heats the whole goddamn prison.
And that's the wall.
It's the outer wall
of the whole prison.
Seven feet
of reinforced concrete.
[breathes deeply]
[Matt] Yeah.
[Sweat] Yeah.
If we make it through in less than five years,
we're fucking lucky.
[Matt] Okay.
Okay.
So you want to take turns?
Give me that fucking thing.
Okay.
[hacksaw clatters]
Hey.
[Matt] What are you gonna do with those?
[Sweat] Handle's too long.
[scraping]
One day when we get out of here,
I got a place all set up for us.
[Sweat] Yeah?
Mexico.
I know my way around down there.
Hey, you're being careful, right?
About what you say to her?
Yeah.
Okay 'cause we got holes in our cells now.
And we can't just go to a CO and say, "Hey,
can I get a new one?
Mine's got a hole in it."
That's funny, David.
♪ Fifth Harmony's "Worth It" playing ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Give it to me, I'm worth it ♪
♪ Baby, I'm worth it ♪
♪ Uh-huh, I'm worth it ♪
♪ Give me, give me, I'm worth it ♪
♪ Give it to me, I'm worth it ♪
♪ Baby, I'm worth it ♪
Here you go.
A little Aquafina.
♪ Give me, give me, I'm worth it ♪
♪♪♪
♪ It's all on you, it's all on you ♪
♪ It's all on you, so what you wanna do ♪
♪ And if you don't have a clue ♪
♪ Not a clue, I'll tell you what to do ♪
♪ Come harder just because... ♪
[rock music playing over speakers]
♪♪♪
I got good news.
I'm not dying in here.
You're not?
And neither is David.
Okay, well, where are you dying?
Somewhere out there.
Okay.
[whispering] Hey.
I'm not making picture frames with those hacksaw blades.
You're not?
[gasping] Holy shit.
Are-are you serious?
Yeah.
You. Me.
David. Mexico.
When?
Five years.
Maybe less.
[chuckles]
Mm. Hmm.
Well, I'll check back in with you in a couple of years.
Here. PowerBars for David.
'Cause he looked skinny last time I saw him.
Shh.
Hey.
[deep voice] Don't tell
anybody...
[sewing machines whirring]
[sewing machines continue whirring]