01x05 - Episode 5

[bunniefuu]

[inmates yelling]

[Corinne] What did you give him?
He doesn't seem like himself.

I want that transfer!
My mom's trying to k*ll me.

See what I mean?
He's just rambling now.

Oh, he's fine.
I didn't give him much at all.

Just a little tramadol to ease the pain.

Oh. He still doesn't look too good to me.

That's why I gave him
four milligrams of Xanax.

-Four?
-So he wouldn't get depressed.

-But isn't that a lot?
-No, it's not much.

I took eight myself this morning.

Look at him.
He can't even hold his head up.

That's the Stilnox.

-The Stil what?
-The Stilnox.

It's a... a sleeping pill.
But I gave him a very light dose.

The kid's very exhausted.
He just needs to rest.

-He did get shot in the a*s after all.
-[sighs]

And you? You okay?

-Well...
-Yeah, I know.

I'm gonna give you something
that'll perk you right up.

Here, take this. Hold on.

No, wrong one.
Whoa. Oh, boy, don't take that.

-Seriously, don't take that.
-Um...

Take this one. There you go.

Want a glass of water, Chief?

I don't speak to K*llers.

Yeah, yeah.
Well, yeah, I didn't recognize him, okay?

They all dress the same, seriously.

Nothing but sweats and djellabas.

[door buzzes]

[prisoner] Officer!

MINIMUM SECURITY

Oh, so you dressed up for, uh,
Sarah Badaoui, huh?

Yeah, just some girl who comes by.

-Really?
-Mm-hm.

Good. Yeah. It's good to have people
on the outside you can count on.

Be a shame if you got out all alone
like a stray dog.

-Hey, Mom.
-Hello, my son.

Hello, ma'am.

-How are you?
-I'm fine. And you?

-I'm okay. Thanks for coming.
-Yeah?

-Thanks, officer.
-Yeah, sorry.

Honestly, it's important
to stay connected to the outside.

That's what visitation's for, you know.

It also helps to look ahead
and know they'll get out one day.

Hmm.

Have a good day, ma'am.

-Hey, check her out.
-Who?

[JP] The one in the green coat.
She's screaming drug mule.

Ma'am.

-Me?
-Yeah. Come on.

Please follow me. I'm gonna search you.

Man, I'm so over this.
I can't do it anymore.

Twenty years he's been saying
he'll get his act together,

and I've been coming here
every single week,

bringing him all his crap.

Two hours on the bus. Two damn hours!

Look at this crap! This is no way to live!
Every time he goes back to his old ways!

It feels like I'm the one
serving the sentence with him.

I mean, on the other hand, it's gotta
be hard on the people waiting outside too.

Hmm.

There.

What's this here, ma'am?

-A taco.
-A taco with what?

-Chicken and pork.
-What sauce?

-Cheese sauce.
-[smacks lips]

You got any mayo with you right now?

You want some?

Ah, here it is.

"Officers may use deadly force

immediately after giving the inmate
two loud verbal warnings

when they have no other way
of preventing an escape."

-[grunts]
-[grunts]

Wait. Whoa. Whoa! Wait!

-Get the f*ck out of here!
-Okay. Okay!

[door buzzes]

-You okay?
-I've been better.

Hey, I still stopped an escape, okay?

I should have made senior officer by now.

You know her pretty well. Any idea
how I can get her to forgive me for...

[groans]

Jonathan. This is important.

Jonathan. Jonathan.

-We're losing him.
-What? What? No.

Come on. He's doing great right now.
Come on. He's...

[sniffs] He's super.

But I've gotta have a visitation on there.
It's Wednesday.

My wife comes. You know that.

Well, she didn't show up.
You're not on the list, Gérard.

-What do you want me to tell you?
-[JP groans]

-I checked.
-[groans]

That chicken and ham taco with
the cheese sauce ain't sitting right, man.

[grunts] I'm not playin'.

[stomach rumbles]

I just want my visit!

-All right, enough.
-I'm gonna do something stupid, I swear!

What are you gonna do, stop eating?
Get outta here.

I just want my visit!

There's your answer. He swallowed a spoon.

Why would he do that?

Want me to call the hospital
and set up his transfer, Chief?

So what do we do now, boss?

Call the hospital and set up his transfer.

Great idea. I'll get right on it, boss.

Anybody want a little treat?

[inmates yelling and whistling]

[game sound effects]

This isn't like her.
Something must have happened.

I'm sure she's probably tied up
or something.

Or maybe
she just didn't wanna come today.

-What?
-Can't blame her, right?

Who knows? She could have just figured
life with a con was never gonna work out.

[groans]

No, there's no tension with Stéphanie.
We just had a disagreement lately.

Because, personally, I think
she gets too close to the inmates.

-But there's no bad blood.
-[stomach gurgling]

She should keep seeing a guy
who's locked up?

If she loves the guy.

-She'd be better off with a decent man.
-Maybe he is.

-You don't know that.
-He wouldn't be locked up.

-Whatever.
-What? She met someone?

That's not what this is about.

-Wait. Is it her ex?
-No, it's not her ex.

Look, we'll call her and let her know
you've been transferred and all that.

She'll talk to you. It'll be okay.
Okay? Sound good?

-[groans]
-Oh, right.

-[JP grunts]
-[game sound effects]

-[JP grunts]
-What's wrong with you?

-Jerk.
-[JP grunts]

-For me?
-No.

They're for him.

I just thought they'd brighten things up
a little while he's recovering.

-You check your poop? What's it look like?
-Uh, it's real runny. Like soup.

-Like soup.
-Yeah, like soup.

Then it turns into a stone. Rock hard.

-So, when I try to--
-No, no, I'm good. Don't worry about it.

-I... I got the picture.
-It's all irritated.

-No, I'm good. I get it.
-Okay.

That'll clear up
with a little f*ck' Smecta.

-First shelf in the medicine cabinet.
-[groans]

-And grab me a Valium too.
-So?

Well, the number's been disconnected.
Maybe she just changed carriers.

Sometimes number transfers
take a few days. It's really nothing.

Or maybe she got a new number
so she could live her life.

Shut your mouth.

[grunts]

[screams]

-[Stéphanie] No, Gérard!
-I wanna talk to my wife!

-Gérard, calm down! Put it down!
-I wanna talk to my wife!

-Gérard, what are you doing?
-Everybody out!

-Everybody out now! Come on!
-[Gérard] Faster!

-I just want the f*ck' Smecta, Gérard.
-Get out, you bald moron!

-What's this about?
-[Gérard] Move!

Easy now, Gérard. It's gonna be okay.
We're going.

[door bangs shut]

-I gotta step in.
-No, no, no. I'm not risking it.

Call Tactical. It's their job.

We're not calling Tactical, Corinne.
He's like 90. He's harmless.

-Let me talk to him.
-He's got a piece of glass!

-[groans]
-Don't worry, boss.

We'll get him out.

If I gotta get my throat slit
to make Senior Officer,

I won't hesitate for one second.

Just so we're clear.

Can you tell Corinne I'm ready and willing
to take the hostage's place?

[JP groaning]

Corinne, Jeff's offering
to take the hostage's place.

Excellent idea, Stéphanie. Perfect.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Would it be possible to trade the hostage
for the officer

who is completely responsible for this?

No, no, no. We are not gonna trade anyone
before I talk to my wife.

[Corinne] Okay, he's not having it.

We can't wait. This is urgent!

He said no! He can see us.
He'll slit his throat if we go in.

Call Tactical. Period.

Corinne, Tactical's a bunch of cowboys.
They're not gonna wanna talk.

Don't put the hostage's life at risk.
Please listen to me.

Let me go talk.
I'll talk him down.

No, but, Stéphanie, uh,
talking doesn't always work.

We're not supposed to--

Especially since your guy
doesn't seem all that stable.

What if we ordered some pizza?

Oh.

-Some pizza?
-No, to put something in it.

Don't you have
a tranquilizer or a sedative?

Welcome. You want something smooth?
Or something that hits hard?

Hard is better.

[Corinne] Are you people insane?

We don't drug people
without their consent. What is this?

-Well, I...
-I don't know what you gave me,

but my heart's racing like crazy,
I'm burning up.

I've been watching you this whole time.

You're pre-ovulating. That's what it is.
Either menopause or stress.

Here, take this. It works for both.

-What's this?
-Take it. Clears it right up.

Fine. Go talk to him.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

-Try to calm him down, please. Go, go.
-Here I go.

-[inmates yelling]
-[Gérard] I wanna talk to my wife!

Come on. You get that without her phone
number, we can't reach her. Right, Gérard?

I don't give a damn.
I wanna talk to her now!

-Or I'll k*ll him.
-[Stéphanie] f*ck.

-Oh, my God.
-Okay, what if we wrote her a letter?

-A letter?
-Yes.

-Are you f*cking with me?
-Please, listen to me.

This way, while we're trying to reach her,

you can write down
everything you need to tell her.

Can you tell Corinne I don't think
negotiating's your strong suit

and I should take over?

-Get lost.
-I got nothing to write with.

-Corinne, do you have a pen?
-No. You got a pen on you?

No, no. But I've got penicillin.

Ugh!

Where the hell is JP?

[JP groaning]

[plopping]

[groaning continues]

-[JP yelling]
-[splashing]

[yelling echoes]

Let's go.

Shh. Ooh.

[Jeff] There.

-No funny stuff.
-No. No funny stuff.

I'm just gonna set it down
on the bed nice and slow.

[Gérard] Yeah.

-[Stéphanie] There.
-[Gérard] Easy.

[Stéphanie] Yeah. Nice and slow. The pen.

You know, whatever you gave me
is really helping. Wow.

I feel so much lighter. What is it?

-Yeah. Pretty good, huh?
-Yes.

-It's Valium.
-This is amazing.

-Yeah, amazing stuff.
-This is great.

-I'll get more. I'm out.
-Please, yes, get some more.

Hurry. See you soon. See you soon.

Sorry. I got called down to B-2.

-What's going on?
-He's writing a letter.

[groans]

So, what do I tell her?

You probably should tell her you love her.

-That could be a good start.
-Now, that's a great idea, Stephanie.

And I've got a tiny suggestion.
Give your hostage a sheet of paper too?

In case he wants to say a few words.
You never know.

I guess not.

[Gérard] Then what do I say?
What do I say next?

Then you can just mention that
you're really sorry for making her wait,

-and that you...
-Really sorry.

...you understand this isn't exactly
an ideal situation for her.

Yeah. Hang on.

And tell her that
when you get out of prison,

you're done screwing around,
you'll straighten out,

and you're gonna focus
on the two of you.

Yeah, I tell her that every time.
Then I screw up again.

-She doesn't buy it anymore.
-Didn't I tell ya?

A con and a civilian never works.

[tuts]

This time,
tell her you're actually serious, okay?

That you love her,
that you're not giving up,

you'll do whatever it takes,

and that you'll focus
on the two of you!

What comes after screwing around?

-[groans]
-And that she's gotta learn to forgive.

Everybody makes mistakes sometimes.
Even the best of us.

[JP groaning]

Oh, my God. What is that smell?

[JP groans]

Sorry. My stomach's a little off.

-[Jeff] Oh, that's gross.
-[Gérard] Oh, God. Close the door.

Yeah, sorry. Excuse us.

[inmates yelling]

[JP breathing heavily]

-Okay, so how's it coming?
-Uh... I think it's good.

See? Problem solved. No reason to worry.

We can mail the letter, she'll read it
when it comes, and then that's it.

[sighs]

Don't you think if she were here,

she'd tell you
to put that weapon down?

Absolutely. She would, a hundred percent.

-No, no, no. Don't come any closer.
-Of course not. But just look at him.

See? He's terrified.
You're not gonna hurt him, are you?

-Are you sure it's a good idea, boss?
-Shh.

Come on. Tell her to stay away.

-Corinne--
-Everything's fine.

-Just relax now.
-No! Back up!

-I'm not kidding! Back up!
-Gerry.

-I said I'm not kidding!
-It's Corinne.

Corinne's here to help you, okay?

But for that to happen,
you have to trust me.

I trust you. I believe what you wrote.

I know you. You mean it when you say
you're done screwing around.

I know it.
I believe you with all my heart.

So, let's put that piece of glass down

and let's just get on with our lives.

Hmm?

That's more like it. Good job.
Perfect, Gérard. That's really good.

-Well done. I'm proud.
-[Gérard] Yeah.

-See? That wasn't so hard.
-No.

And it's a beautiful letter.
It's really good.

I want my transfer or I k*ll her!

-I just wanna get the f*ck--
-Get out!

Jonathan. Calm down, calm down, Jonathan.

I want my g*dd*mn transfer
or I'll k*ll you!

-Please, the f*ck' Smecta--
-Get out!

-I'll go.
-Shut your mouth!

-You stay seated.
-No problem.

-[Jonathan] I want my transfer!
-Calm down.

-I had it, g*dd*mn it!
-Everybody calm down.

I've got seniority. I'm taking over.
I know exactly what needs to happen.

Just like when I stopped his escape.
I followed procedure.

-You good, Chief?
-Corinne, are you okay?

Of course, warden. Everything's fine.
No need to call anybody.

We were just talking, that's all.

I want my transfer
or, I swear to God, she dies!

No, everybody just needs
to calm down, okay, guys?

Get Tactical in here.
Let's get this over with.

Is it me, or does it smell like sh*t?

So? What are you doing?
Where the hell's my transfer?

We've contacted the judge,
but it'll take a little while.

I think JP's right.
We're gonna need Tactical.

-Already done.
-You got one hour, no more. Got it?

-How long till they get here?
-Two hours.

Oh! Two hours?

Yeah, roadwork.
Traffic's backed up a little.

[JP] We'll never last that long!

Hey, excuse me,
but on my watch, it's, uh, two o'clock.

How about we get some food?
I'm starving. Aren't you?

Don't you think it's about time
we ordered some pizza?

What?

-Here.
-What's in it?

Whole damn stash.
This stuff packs a punch.

He'll be out for at least--
for at least two days.

I'll leave you to it. I gotta get back.
Coming!

And this one isn't drugged.
It's for Corinne.

-We've got the pizza!
-What kind of pizza?

-What kind of pizza?
-Pepperoni.

-Pepperoni!
-Oh, your favorite.

-Okay.
-Come on, hand it over.

-No, no, no!
-Give me that.

-It's my idea.
-Let him go. He's geared up.

Okay, but make sure Corinne knows
it was my idea.

Boss, boss, I got you a salad
since you don't like pizza.

Put 'em on the floor.

-No.
-What do you mean, no?

It's tit for tat.

First the f*ck' Smecta,
then the pizzas.

He's a complete idiot. Put down the pizza!

I'm not leaving
without the f*ck' Smecta!

-Put the pizzas down!
-Put down those damn pizzas!

-[all] Put down the pizzas!
-JP!

I'll k*ll her
if you don't put them on the floor!

-Put them down!
-[Jonathan] Go!

sh*t!

[Stéphanie] What's wrong with you?

This reminds me of our little
pizza and movie nights. Remember?

Wait a minute.
Why aren't you eating the pizza?

Uh... No, I'm, uh... It's the gluten.
I've got an intolerance.

My colon gets really, really irritated.
It's pretty unpleasant.

-I'll spare you the details.
-And you? Why aren't you eating any pizza?

I'm not hungry.

Well, maybe if you quit eating spoons,
you'd be hungry. [laughs]

Eat it.

Uh, no, no. I'm totally full already.

Eat it.

It's pretty good, huh?

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. It's good.

Mmm.

I breastfed you
till you were four years old, Jonathan.

Can you believe that? Four years old?

You already had teeth.

My n*pples were all swollen,
all chapped and cracked.

And this is how you repay me? Oh, no.

You know, should have breastfed Dad.

-Oh.
-Maybe he'd still be here.

No, maybe if you hadn't come out
with a head that big,

maybe he never would have strayed
in the first place.

You ought to get it all down on paper.
It did me a whole lot of good.

-Oh, would you shut up, Gérard?
-Huh?

I mean, nobody's buying
what you wrote in your letter.

I know for a fact,
the minute you get outside these walls,

you'll be right back at it.

I know it, everybody knows it,
your wife knows it.

She changed her number.
She stopped coming. Get the picture?

Or you need one of her in a bikini
with her new boyfriend?

No, no, this is unbearable.
We care about you. We stand by you.

And what do you ever do for us, huh?
Nothing. So leave her the hell alone.

Let her move on.
Besides, what do you even care?

[yawns] Your life's already screwed.
Just leave her alone.

[yawns]

Look. I think it's starting to kick in.

-We gotta move now.
-Get ready to move in. Go!

-I wanna talk to my wife!
-g*dd*mn it.

No! No!

No! No!

-[yells]
-[clattering]

[door buzzes]

[indistinct voices over police radio]

Go.

ERIS is the correctional system's
elite tactical unit.

I would have been ERIS.
If I'd passed the exam.

Hello. I'm the negotiator.

Uh, no, actually, that's me.
I'm the negotiator.

-Uh, no.
-Uh, yes. Besides, he's not dangerous.

He just wants to talk to his wife.
No need to move in.

-Where is his wife?
-[Stéphanie] We're looking for her.

[sniffs] You got a backed-up sewer?

You could say that.

Sorry. Let me through. I'm working here.

Oh, God.

[sighs]

-Here's the Colombini file.
-Thanks.

-Is the wife's new number in this file?
-No, but her death certificate is.

She died two years ago. In a car accident.

[Stéphanie] Mmm.

Well, I'm heading back. Have a nice day.

Yeah.

And open a window.
It smells like sh*t in here.

Move, please. Move.

Come on. Let's go.

Wait. Hold on! Hold on.
Just give me two minutes.

-Mr. Colombini?
-Yeah.

-It's about your wife. Something happened.
-What?

Well, she was driving home,
and there was an accident.

No! There wasn't!
She's not dead!

No, Mr. Colombini.
Your wife's not dead, you're right.

But... she's in a coma.

Huh?

I'm on the line with the hospital.

They told me she can't talk,
but she can hear you.

So if you've got something to tell her,
now's the time. I'm putting you through.

Here. Right there.

[machine bleeping over phone]

Muriel?

Muriel? I just...
I wanted to tell you I'm sorry.

Every time, I fell back into it.
Every time, I asked you to wait for me.

-[sniffs] I was selfish.
-[bleeping]

You should have never spent
your whole life waiting for me.

I know you love me,

but you deserved better.

If I hadn't been so selfish, I would have
set you free a long time ago.

[Gérard sobs]

Yeah, I've got a tough shell.
What's wrong with that?

Don't be fooled. Underneath, you know,
I'm super sensitive. At my core.

Now you can move on in peace.

[bleeping continues]

[Gérard sobs]

[flatlining]

Muriel? Muriel?

-[officer] Let's move in.
-Muriel!

[bleeping stops]

[Gérard grunts]

My pizza!

-Thank you.
-No, thank you, Colombini.

Are you crazy?

Boss, boss! Wake up, boss! Wake up!

-Can you hear me, boss?
-What's going on?

I saved your life, Chief.

Oh. Oh, thank you, Jeff.

Mmm.

[Corinne moaning]

Thank you very much.

[Jeff gulps]

How you doin'?

-Hoo!
-[groans]

Parmigiano.

[grunts]

[fly buzzing]

Ah.

It looks like we're hugging.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

Ooh. [sniffs]

[Corinne] Yes, the situation was resolved
thanks to the efforts of our teams.

But you'll notice that at no point
did we use force. Why? Because we talked.

And when you're trying to help an inmate
struggling with mental illness,

the answer isn't force, it isn't violence.

The answer is communication.

It's talking. It's words.

It's important to always
put your words before blows.

Mmm.

[inmates chattering]

-[knocking]
-[Corinne] Come in.

-Chief.
-Yes?

We still haven't found the cell phone
that was used in the hostage taking.

Oh, interesting.
I'm not the one who took it.

-Of course, boss.
-Well...

-Well, then, I'll head out.
-Okay.

-Have a good night.
-Have a good night.

Bye, now.

[cell phone chimes]

HEY

HI SABRYINA. HOW ARE YOU?

[mumbling]

Hmm.