Sunshine Women's Choir (陽光女子合唱團)

An attack breaks out at Northern Women's Prison.

A newly admitted inmate,

during choir tryouts,

attacked prison staff

with a sharp weapon.

SHARING LOVE BEFORE MOTHER'S DAY

Thank you for waiting.

A warm round of applause

for Northern Women's Prison,

Sunshine Women's Choir.

Up next,

Guitar Club, from Class 3-A,

the pitch-perfect Tseng Zi-Ching

will give a great performance.

Give it up for her.

Here we go.

One, two,

three, four,

five, six,

-seven, -Good. eight,

nine, ten.

Good.

Again.

-Keep going. -Good. Keep going.

-Almost there. Almost. -Good.

One more time.

Come on, keep it up.

I can see the head!

Okay, pant.

The baby's head is out. Pant.

Relax.

Ms. Li Hui-Zhen.

The baby looks healthy.

No birthmarks. She's a girl.

Born a little early.

We'll monitor her in the incubator.

Don't worry.

MOJ WOMEN'S PRISON

-Yun-Shi. -Happy birthday.

One year old.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday…

Good grief.

A truck run over your throat? That was awful.

You made her cry.

You squeal like a pig.

You scared the kid to tears.

-Come on. -That bad?

-Okay, don't cry. -It's awful.

If you're so great, you sing.

I could sing through my nose and sound better.

Sing it.

Yun-Shi, listen to this.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Wishing you

Happy

Birthday

Every day

See? She loves it.

She's smiling.

WISDOM GATE

Take the money.

Financial freedom. Life will be stress-free.

Be a doctor. Earn your keep.

Doctor's good.

Hat.

-Studying is important. -Get a PhD.

Yun-Shi, over here.

You want that one?

You crazy? Who put handcuffs here?

I did. Too few items.

How'd I know she'd take it?

You can't put handcuffs.

-Stupid. -Yeah.

All right.

That didn't count.

One more time.

Let's try again, okay?

-Right. -Pick again.

Let's do it again.

Which one do you want?

Nice. Grow up to be a musician.

Piano. She can play piano.

She could be a singer too, right?

Then I'll be a stage mom.

-Piano… -Musician.

-Musician is great. -Piano's good.

Awesome.

Great, who put that in?

Me. Pretty impressive, huh?

You're the best.

During lock-up, I saw some defects in Workshop Six.

So I brought one back.

That's stealing.

-I'm taking it. -No.

It's scratched. It's ruined.

-It's broken. -Let her have it.

-It's all broken anyway. -I saw nothing.

Thank you.

Gorgeous.

Yun-Shi, play the piano.

Do-Re-Mi

Okay, everyone look here.

Come on, Yun-Shi.

One. Two.

Three.

Can't wait.

Done with the cake.

Other than Yun-Shi,

the rest of you owe me.

Me?

Who else? Hey.

You know how much this cake cost me?

A whole week's labor pay.

We'll pay, stop nagging.

What are you, Miss Moneybags?

Cake is a luxury here.

Like LV, you know?

Of course I know LV.

I carry one daily. A regular gave me one.

You got that?

Maybe he gave you fakes.

-What. -Let me tell you.

I've got more than LV.

Chanel too.

And Hermès.

All scams.

Eat shit.

Sold sex for LV? Think I don't know?

-I didn't. -Then where'd the money come from?

-Grandma. Look at her. -A-Pei.

-Don't be so harsh. -Okay.

Don't forget, you only took 15 minutes off.

Photo's done.

Open up.

Chief Fang.

So cute.

This one here.

So cute.

You see yourself?

-You want it? -You want it?

What are you doing?

Stand aside.

Cell inspection.

Yes.

Polaroid.

Chen Yu-Wen.

Their 15 minutes are up.

Why are you still loitering here?

There's plum wine.

All the contraband's here.

Plum wine?

Giving the plums a bath.

Fuck!

Still joking?

-Take it away. -Yes.

Who let you take pictures?

Reporting, Chief Fang.

I took that.

Write a report when you go back.

Yes.

Chief.

Don't we have human rights?

Human rights?

Of course you do.

But do you respect them?

Theft, fraud, threats, murder.

Think this is a vacation?

Know your place.

What?

Want to hit me? Come on. Do it.

-Misunderstanding. -Of course not.

-Hui-Zhen, it's fine. -Squat down.

Fifty squat jumps, now.

No.

-Her leg's bad, we'll jump for her. -Yeah.

So loving, huh?

Make it 100.

-Fifty. -Still bargaining?

It's okay.

-I can. -Fine, 100.

-Sis, okay? -Sorry.

-No problem. -Count off.

One.

8112.

Don't think having a child entitles you to special treatment.

I'm telling you,

break the rules, and I'll make it worse.

Two.

Didn't you eat? Louder.

Three.

Four.

Five.

I'll be blunt.

Send the child out soon.

It's better for her.