[indistinct chatter]
[bell ringing]
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter]
[keys jingling]
Lights out!
Good night, cocksuckers!
And sock fuckers!
I said lights out. Now.
[sighs]
[footsteps fading]
♪ mysterious music ♪
♪♪♪
[bed scraping]
♪♪♪
[heavy breathing]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[exhaling sharply]
[groaning]
♪♪♪
[heavy breathing]
[straining]
[metal clanking]
[metal scraping]
[crickets chirping]
[panting]
[inhales deeply]
[slowly exhales]
[Sweat whispering] Hacksaw.
[coughs]
[sniffs]
[exhales] Oh, God.
[exhales]
Oh, yeah.
[softly] You motherfucker.
Tonight.
♪ Kelly Clarkson's "Heartbeat Song" plays ♪
♪ This is my heartbeat song and I'm gonna play it ♪
♪ Been so long I forgot how to turn it ♪
♪ Up, up, up, up all night long ♪
♪ Oh, up, up all night long ♪
♪♪♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Where the hell did you come from ♪
♪ You're a different, different kind of fun ♪
♪ And I'm so used to feeling numb ♪
[song continues on car radio]
♪ Now ♪
♪ I got pins and needles on my tongue ♪
♪ Anticipating what's to come ♪
- I want a donut. - We're gonna be late.
We've been late two times this month already.
I don't care. I want a fucking donut.
Okay.
♪♪♪
Mark my words, we're gonna hear about it.
Lyle, stop being such a fucking pussy.
I'm not a fucking pussy.
[song fades]
[song continues on store radio]
♪ All night long ♪
♪ I, I wasn't even gonna go out ♪
♪ But I never would have had a doubt ♪
Iced latte, light.
Uh, give me a cruller and a Boston cream.
Okay.
What kind of bitch drink is that?
Fuck you, Joyce. They're good.
Plus, it's summer.
A high of 70, you call that summer?
Two thirty-five.
[coins clattering]
Thank you.
♪ Up, up, up all night long ♪
♪ Oh, up, up all night long ♪
♪ tense music ♪
♪♪♪
[truck engine starts]
I got you a Boston cream.
♪ I can't believe I ever breathed without you ♪
♪ Baby, you make me feel alive and brand-new ♪
♪ Bring it one more time, one more time ♪
- [music stops] - Thanks.
[indistinct chatter]
Whoo.
[distant buzzer]
[guard] Open the gate.
[guard] Come on, move it along!
Come on!
[Lyle] What do you feel like for dinner tonight?
I'm in the mood for something spicy.
I don't know.
I was thinking, uh, maybe a little King's Wok.
Get a little moo shu in ya?
I don't care. Here. [sighs]
[groans]
- [door buzzes] - Hot flashes.
Goddamn this fucking menopause.
T-Tell them we're here.
Here, you know what, Lyle, put this in the car.
- All right. - Wait, give me my bag.
- You're making me late. - I--What--
- [sighs] - [guard]: Good morning.
Hi. Sorry.
Okay.
[door buzzes]
Oh, is that so? Because it is racist.
- It's not. - It is, Odell.
[Odell] How can a drawing even be racist?
It's a drawing.
If you think it's racist,
maybe you should think about it yourself.
Maybe you the racist.
- [scoffs] I'm Puerto Rican. - So am I.
Hey, yo, Hacksaw. What you think?
Is this racist?
No, right?
Ah, thank you.
Yo, whatever, I ain't even make that shit.
What y'all getting into this weekend?
Y'all--y'all gonna hit the yard?
It's supposed to rain Sunday.
Hmm.
- Paint? - Paint.
Me and my lady were talking about going up to Montreal,
maybe buy some antiques.
You wouldn't even if we could.
You've never bought me anything.
- [Odell] Yes, I did. - What did you get me?
You always said you was gonna get me a TV,
and you never did that.
- Why you always got to fight? - You heard him.
He said he was gonna get one for me.
Where's Blake?
Bid out to commissary.
I'm Kevin LeGros.
Joyce Mitchell, but everybody calls me Tilly.
Yeah, that attire is inappropriate.
Review the manual before you dress on Monday.
It's hot.
You want to break my balls?
I got a sweatshirt in the car.
Put it on at lunchtime.
♪ tense music ♪
♪♪♪
Top of the morning, sir.
Lose the glasses.
Yes, sir.
Top of the morning, Mrs. Mitchell.
Can I have a word?
We're leaving tonight.
Midnight.
Okay.
It's a beautiful thing.
I'm just nervous.
Hey, that'll go away as soon as we hit the road, okay?
- Believe me. - You!
- Punch the fucking clock. - Yes, sir.
On the tools!
♪♪♪
- Hey, Kilo. - What's up?
I heard Murder is coming out of the box today.
I'd like a word with him, if you can.
- A word? - Yeah.
All right, I got your number.
Okay.
[radio clicks on]
♪ Meghan Trainor's "All About That Bass" ♪
♪ So if that's what you're into ♪
♪ Then go ahead and move along ♪
♪ Because you know I'm all about that bass ♪
♪ 'Bout that bass, no treble ♪
♪ I'm all about that bass ♪
♪ 'Bout that bass, no treble ♪
♪ I'm all about that bass ♪
♪ 'Bout that bass, no treble ♪
♪ I'm all about that bass, 'bout that bass ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Hey, hey, ooh ♪
[music fades]
Hold it up.
Let's go.
[guard] Okay, move it up.
Move it up.
Hold it right there.
All right. Here we go.
Fried chicken Friday.
Yo, how's our girl?
Nervous.
Nervous, like how?
- Hmm? - Nervous, like how?
Nervous. What do you want?
Bro, what exactly did she say?
I believe...
her exact words were, "I am nervous."
Hey, Thomas, let me have the banana right there
and orange juice, yeah.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - Take it easy.
Bro, you think I need to talk to her?
I mean, maybe seeing my face would help.
Bro, she's nervous.
I'm nervous.
It's fucking normal.
Hacksaw's a bitch!
- [men murmuring] - Who the fuck is that?
He just got out of the box.
I guess he's planning on stabbing me or something.
Hey, yo, my man,
you gonna let that nigger talk to you like that?
Shut the fuck up, pedo.
Hey, yo, go fuck yourself, chump!
I'll go fuck myself after you suck my dick.
Yeah, all right, keep running your come dumpster,
and I'ma wire it shut, faggot.
Yo, fucking chill out, bro.
Listen, AB, Dirty Dogs, we ready to ride.
We ain't letting this monkey shit rock.
Good, good. Hey.
[Matt] Tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Yeah, tomorrow.
The fuck you looking at?
Your pussy ass. Fuck you, bitch.
Fuck you, pussy, we can get this shit out of the way now.
[overlapping yelling]
[guard] Sit down!
[guard] Get back to your seat!
[guard] Shut up!
♪ tense music ♪
♪♪♪
So, uh...
where you at on the King's Wok idea?
Oh, my God, Lyle, fine.
We'll eat at fucking King's Wok.
[sighs]
Okay.
Sounds good.
[man] Have a good weekend, guys.
Yeah.
See you, Lyle, Joyce.
Have a good one.
You know, Dennis said he knows that new guy.
Up from Auburn.
He giving you trouble?
I don't want to talk about it.
I mean, it makes sense.
All those COs at Auburn are so, uh, by-the-book.
You know, try having a personality, you know?
My dad says they got so many mice up there
that every prisoner has his own cat.
[Lyle] But he's been known to embellish the truth.
[door clangs]
[indistinct chatter]
[distant buzzer]
[footsteps approaching]
Hey.
Yeah?
Got a little hooch?
I'm out.
Well, I need to say something.
I, um...
I feel bad about...
...about how I acted, about, uh, the meat
and, uh, Tilly and everything.
Okay.
So yeah.
Want a little drink?
[sighs]
Well...
[cap unscrews]
You ever think about leaving town?
I'm playing the Fuzzy Duck in Morrisonville this weekend.
Oh.
No, I mean, leave for real.
Oh, come on, you... [scoffs]
You see me hanging around in Little Siberia
once I get the fuck out of here and get my pension?
Okay.
Keep it.
Thank you.
So...
where would you go?
Seattle.
- Seattle. - Seattle.
Yeah, it's beautiful up there.
Good music scene.
Hendrix is from there.
Man...
you must really like the cold.
Well, I grew up in the cold.
Nah, you should go somewhere with a beach.
The beach.
The beach? [laughs]
You see me in a pair of shorts?
- Well... - What?
Turn around.
You are a fucking sick motherfucker, you know that?
Yo.
[sighs]
All right.
Have a good weekend.
- Hey, Gene. - Yeah?
You're a good man.
See you Monday.
[slurps]
[Sweat] Yo.
[soft knocking]
Yeah?
[Sweat] Get some rest.
Okay.
♪ tense percussive music ♪
♪♪♪
On the yard.
Wake up.
Yeah, I'm up.
You trying me, punk?
Just your luck too.
I'm on a double today.
[guard] Come on! Let's go!
Let's go!
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Man, that fucking prick.
I am so glad we're leaving on his shift.
Hey.
Look, I think we should skip yard today.
Why?
Murder. We don't want to start any fucking trouble.
I don't give a shit about him.
I'm gonna get me a calzone.
[Murder] Yo, Hacksaw!
[indistinct chatter]
[man] Yeah, he better come downstairs, man.
Yo.
We got a date on the yard.
I'm fucking waiting. Let's go.
I'll be right down.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna talk to him.
[guard] All right, let's go. Move along.
Shit.
[guard] Come on now. We ain't got all day.
Come on. Let's go, ladies.
On the yard.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey. Hey.
[man] Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.
- What's up, Pops? - Yo, what up, man?
This is our yard.
[man] Yo, Murder! Let's get it, bitch!
Teach this motherfucking nigger some respect.
[man] Respect! It's about respect, fellas!
- [man] That's right, bitch! - Shit.
[man] I'm talking to you! Let's get it, punk!
[Murder] Man, shut your fucking inbred mouth.
[man] AB for life.
Let's show these niggers who run this show.
- Who runs this place? - [Murder] Come get it, pussy.
These monkeys think they fucking run this house.
[indistinct shouting]
Shit.
I'ma make you my slave, boy.
Let's get this shit cracking, white boy.
Let's get it, bitch!
[overlapping yelling]
[guard] Down! Get on the fucking ground now!
[overlapping shouting]
[blows falling]
Guards.
Guard post to control.
We have a fight in the north yard, corridor west.
Yeah.
[alarm blares]
Level two, north yard, corridor west.
You getting this?
Get down! Get down!
[frantic chatter]
[man] Shit, shit, shit!
[frantic chatter continues]
[coughing]
[indistinct shouting]
[blows falling]
- [device beeps] - Level two, north yard.
Yeah.
Are you looking at your monitor?
Yeah, did you discharge chemical agents?
- Three rounds. - Is this gang-related?
I sent you an email with all the shit
that we've been dealing with in the last week.
Yeah, I'm looking at it now.
I think we got to lock it down.
All right, I'm calling Albany now.
Sit tight.
[phone beeps]
You know, I read that the letters on the, uh,
Chinese restaurant don't necessarily mean the same thing
in Chinese as the English name of the restaurant.
What?
Like those letters don't necessarily mean
"King's Wok."
Could mean, uh, "happy, lucky place."
That's what I heard.
Could be.
Either way, it's great chow mein.
Maybe after dinner we go to the, uh, Dairy Queen.
Get a Blizzard.
I mean, Chinese doesn't do much for desserts,
is what got me thinking.
They give you that little orange, but, uh,
that doesn't do much for me.
[indistinct chatter]
Watch the blood.
Hey, watch it, this guy's pissing all over himself.
[Sweat] They could keep us here all night.
- [man] You got it? - [man] Yep, I'm ready.
[Sweat] We're fucked.
[man] Here we go. Watch out.
[Matt] We're only fucked if there's a lockdown, bro.
Hi, what can I get youse?
You got Dos Equis?
- Of course. - Mm.
For you, sir?
Well, I'm driving, so I'll have a Sprite,
and, uh, I'm ready to order.
Uh, pork dumplings, orange chicken.
I'll have steamed chicken and broccoli.
Okay, right away.
You order a Mexican beer at a Chinese restaurant?
[guard] Let's go, everybody on their feet.
Listen up, you're gonna leave your belongings on the ground.
You only move when an officer instructs you.
You're gonna put your hands on your hand
and interlock your fingers.
Stare at the head in front of you.
Rogers, escort the go-back. Get 'em out of here.
All right, let's go, fellas.
Stand by for the B block go-back.
[man] Watch the blood.
They're moving, out on the move.
Okay, they're coming up towards you.
Hold them up.
Lockdown?
Albany said no 'cause of too much overtime.
[guard] Get 'em moving.
No shit.
[guard] Hands on your head.
Lyle, wash your hands.
Go.
♪♪♪
[sighs]
Here you go.
Where--where's my husband's Sprite?
Oh, sorry.
[guard] On the fucking noise.
Straight to your holes.
I am not fucking around. What are you looking at?
Let's go. Straighten this line out.
Sorry.
♪♪♪
[distant bell ringing]
[cell doors closing]
♪♪♪
Penny for your thoughts?
Remember when, uh, goldfish used to come in, like,
a little Chinese takeout carton?
Before they used the plastic bags?
[sighs]
I don't know, Lyle.
That's how I remember it.
Fish store used to give them to you in a little box.
I used to get little turtles
when I went to the circus when I was a kid.
[Lyle] Little tiny turtles with a little turtle pool
with a little plastic palm tree.
And there was that little clown.
- Bobo, Bobo. - [exhales sharply]
[Lyle] Not Bozo.
That was the one with, uh, with the show.
[sighs]
And it was Ringling Brothers.
Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey.
[Tilly sighs]
[Lyle] They had elephants,
which is probably illegal now.
What?
Here you go.
Thank God. I'm starving.
- [Lyle clears throat] - Here you go.
[Tilly sighs]
This is good. You want some?
[sobs]
[Lyle] You okay?
- [Tilly sobs] - [Lyle] What's wrong?
[Tilly crying]
[Tilly sobbing]
[Lyle] Tilly?
[sobs]
[Lyle] You okay?
[hyperventilating]
- Cupcake, you okay? - I'm having--
I'm having a heart attack, Lyle.
I am.
[stammers] Let me call 911. Give me the phone.
No, I'll be dead before they get here.
[stammers] I got to pay. Uh, let me settle up.
Sit tight. Excuse me, excuse me.
Uh, my wife's having a heart attack.
I've got to take her to the hospital.
[Tilly] I don't want to die in a Chinese restaurant.
[Lyle] No, no, no, no time.
[breathing shakily]
[Tilly sobbing]
[Lyle] Get some fresh air.
[groaning]
Oh, no.
[panting]
I'm gonna--go, go! Faster!
[Tilly] I can't breathe.
[Lyle] I got you.
[doctor] And how much had you eaten
before you felt the attack?
[Lyle] She hadn't eaten in many hours.
Thank you, Mr. Mitchell.
Let Mrs. Mitchell answer.
[Tilly] Why do I feel so bad?
If they used MSG in the food, there could be a reaction,
or just something spicy you're not used to.
No, we eat there all the time. Food's the same.
Come away satisfied. Never anything like this.
[sobs]
In the last few months, have you experienced
any periods of unusual exhaustion?
I get tired at work.
From work.
[doctor] How about in the last 72 hours?
That's three days.
I'm asking if you felt unusually tired.
I-I think so, yeah.
[Lyle] Seemed normal to me.
[doctor] Talk to me about stress.
Anything stressful lately?
No.
Just the usual.
Well, that can be hard for people up here.
Is it hard for you?
Is it making you feel all stressed out?
[Tilly] Yes, definitely.
[doctor] And you don't remember feeling anything
like this panicky feeling before?
- [Tilly] Well, maybe. - [woman] Maybe yes?
I think I've been panicking a lot.
And keeping it to yourself.
We'll wait for the lab tests to come back,
but I'm gonna give you something
to calm you down enough to get some sleep.
[Tilly] Thank you, Doctor.
And what do you think it is?
[doctor] Well, what we want to do
is rule out everything we can,
and when we do, what's left that we can't rule out
is probably the reason your heart started racing.
And then we'll do what we can to eliminate the cause.
And then you'll be fine.
♪ tense music ♪
♪♪♪
[grunting] Oh, fuck.
David. David! Help.
[Tilly] What time is it?
- Almost midnight. - Oh, God.
Come on. Get moving.
[grunts]
[Lyle] I feel torn.
I-I want--I want to stay here with you,
but the dogs need to eat.
I-I don't have to go if you don't want me to.
It's your choice.
[straining]
[Lyle] You don't look good. It's-it's okay.
They-they can wait until morning, right?
Oh, no, they haven't eaten in a long time.
So you want me to go?
[Tilly sobbing] I don't know.
I don't know.
Okay, that's just the panic attack talking.
All right? I-I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go.
You're a-- you're a good man,
Lyle Mitchell.
Whatever they're giving you,
have 'em give you some to take home.
- [chuckles] - Okay.
Be good for the doctor while I'm gone.
[Tilly] Good-bye.
[woman] Beddy-bye time.
Uh, name and date of birth, please?
Joyce Mitchell, March 3, 1964.
[Tilly] I'm s-so scared. Am I gonna die?
[woman] No, no, no, no, no.
This is gonna make you feel much better, okay?
Okay, just give me your hand.
I'm just gonna push this in.
And very quickly,
you're gonna feel right as rain.
Might feel a little tickle going in.
Oh.
Ooh, wow.
There we go.
Panic be gone.
[Tilly] Ah.
Is this what Michael Jackson felt like?
[chuckles] You're terrible.
♪♪♪
I am...
I am terrible.
♪♪♪
[Matt breathing heavily]
Car.
Bro, just walk.
Be a person.
Yo.
Bro!
Yo, what the fuck are you doing?
It's a Bronco.
[man] Hey, what the fuck is going on?
What are you two doing?
Oh, man, I'm sorry. I apologize.
What are you motherfuckers doing in my yard?
No, no, we were on the wrong street.
We were just cutting through.
[man] Wrong street, right. Get the fuck out of here.
It's okay. My bad.
[breathing heavily]
What time is it?
It's 12:09.
I told her midnight.
Maybe she's not coming.
I'm serious.
Okay. We got two options.
We can either go back, or we go into the mountains.
Go back?
She got nervous. We build her back up.
We do it next week.
I'm not going back in a fucking pipe.
No.
Then we go into the mountains.
Mountains? Fuck the mountains.
Let's steal a car. Let's stick to the plan.
We're not gonna steal a car. They all got fucking GPS now.
Besides, we're only 20 miles from Canada.
We can walk in.
Fuck Canada.
What time is it?
It's 12:11.
[car approaching]
Okay, we go into the mountains.
We lay low for a few weeks.
Then we cross into Canada.
That's not the plan.
What about West Virginia?
That's where she was gonna pick us up.
No matter what, we got to go into the mountains.
[groaning]
Maybe we should go back in.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Let's steal a fucking car.
We got to go west into the mountains.
They're not gonna find us there.
We lay low for a few weeks, let everything calm down,
and when we get to Route 11, then we get a car.
Then we go wherever the fuck we want.
We did it, bro.
Look.
We're fucking free!
We're like fucking Neil Armstrong
and Buzz Aldrin or whatever.
Nobody's done this shit in 86 years.
I looked it up.
Now we got five hours till anyone knows we're gone.
I'm gonna smoke a cigarette,
and I'm gonna walk down the street.
[lighter clicks]
[laughs]
Shh!
- Ahh! - Be calm, bro.
Calm.
[breathes deeply]
♪ Gordon Lightfoot's "Carefree Highway" ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Picking up the pieces ♪
♪ Of my sweet shattered dream ♪
♪ I wonder how the old folks are tonight ♪
♪ Her name was Ann and I'll be damned ♪
♪ If I recall her face ♪
♪ She left me not knowin' what to do ♪
♪ Carefree highway ♪
♪ Let me slip away on you ♪
♪ Carefree highway
♪ You've seen better days ♪
♪ The mornin' after blues ♪
♪ From my head down to my shoes ♪
♪ Carefree highway ♪
♪ Got to see you, my old flame ♪
♪ Carefree highway ♪
♪ You've seen better days ♪
♪ The mornin' after blues ♪
♪ From my head down to my shoes ♪
♪ Carefree highway ♪
♪ Let me slip away ♪
♪ Slip away on you ♪