Jailbirds (La Taularde)

Control room, you read me?

Get undressed.

Copy that.

Showers, level 1: finished.

Roger, over.

Let's not spend all day.

Everything.

Mouth open.

You never say "please"?

Open your mouth. Cough.

Arms up.

Thank you, guard.

Spread your legs, touch your toes.

Cough.

You can shower. Over there.

JAILBIRD

- Thumb. - Scanned.

Fingers now.

Perfect, thank you.

As of today, January 11, 2015,

Mrs. Mathilde Leroy,

held here in detention,

will be referred to as prisoner 383-205-5.

To be used in letters and requests.

The chief warden is hereby entrusted with your detention

until the end of your sentence.

Jewelry here.

As a detainee, you have rights, but also duties.

You'll receive a kit which you must return

upon release or transfer.

If you're not receiving financial aid,

a spare uniform, toiletries and shoes can be requested

via the warden's office.

Once a month

the accounting department will give you a statement

detailing all your transactions

during the preceding month.

You may receive money by money order.

No checks or cash.

Your ring?

Not my wedding band.

Fine.

Use of TV and refrigerator

is granted by the warden for 5 euros a week.

Visiting hours: Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday.

No more than 30 minutes.

Sign up with the guards in your wing.

Against the wall.

I'll give you a detention card,

to be kept on you at all times.

Guard! Gate!

Chief!

What about my visiting rights?

- When do I get them? - What now, Lecomte?

2 months now! When can I have visitors?

You know the score.

It's been 2 months!

Hands off me! I've been waiting 2 months.

383-205-B.

6-122, chief.

Thank you, guard.

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Good morning.

The new in mate?

Try frisking her yourself.

You prefer Mathilde or Mrs. Leroy?

It's up to you.

You'll tell me.

Have a nice day, ladies.

Yeah, right.

If you touch my stuff, I'll waste you.

Being a terrorist doesn't let you rule.

Good evening.

Trouble sleeping still?

Chief?

No news of my transfer?

Not yet.

Here.

Take one. It may help you sleep at first.

No thanks.

Good, thanks.

Up to you.

No funny business?

The request was made, Kanté. Now wait.

Where's the funny business?

See you tomorrow.

Good evening.

There's the funny business!

Can I have my mattress, please?

Unbelievable.

"Can I have my mattress, please?"

See this?

First chance I get...

Don't bust my balls with your mattress shit.

Good night.

Night, guard.

Mozza!

Still here, bitch?

Va fanculo!

Yeah right, go fuck yourself!

Yeah right, you whore.

Wait till we catch you, kid-killer!

Turn off that fucking music!

Let's begin.

How was your first night? Did you sleep?

Not really.

Look

Bedbugs, very common.

And?

And nothing.

New beds take years. Bug spray's on hold.

I have no mattress.

Yep.

Any allergies?

Had any surgery?

Menopause?

Diseases? AIDS, cancer, hepatitis?

Any children?

I have a son.

- How old? - 24.

May I?

Sure, go on.

Did Philippe Leroy escape? He's my husband.

No one would say during custody.

I'm a doctor. I stay out of the rest.

Can you tell me if he's still on the run?

It must be in here somewhere.

Profession?

- Teacher. - Subject?

Literature.

An intellectual for a change.

It won't get you far here.

Your husband's hungers strikes won't work here.

So you know him.

Big star, isn't he?

I know that his protests got a law overturned, right?

And that you're here because of him.

For him.

Not because of.

I'm really sorry.

Koeckler keeps insisting.

I saw her an hour ago.

I know, but she keeps asking.

Make them respect you or they'll eat you alive.

One minute, no more.

One minute, no more.

What is it, Jeanne?

I want the blue pills... not yellow.

That's not how it works.

Pills are dispensed in cells as scheduled.

That's not true.

When I gave you my bracelet, you said it was worth 20 pills.

In the end

I barely got half that.

I said I'm busy.

- Not cool. - We'll see later.

Guard!

That I was.

"I said I was busy."

Wrong tense.

Mrs. Leroy...

Counselor... Any news from Philippe?

This was put in my mailbox yesterday.

Excuse me.

No problem. This came too.

Mrs. Leroy, having studied your file

and given the turn of events, I suggest you collaborate with police.

No way. I won't turn Philippe in.

I helped him escape. That's 4 years, tops.

With good behavior, I'll be out in 2.

I'll serve my time.

Pierre Grail is dead.

Who?

The driver your husband took hostage on the highway.

By supplying a gun to facilitate your husband's escape,

you aided and abetted in homicide.

This isn't possible.

The weapon was dissuasive. Not meant to kill.

Philippe is no killer.

I'm sure it was an accident.

You know how much your sentence goes up?

8 to 10 years.

I have to talk to his brother Marco.

There must be an explanation.

He'll tell me what happened.

I know Philippe would never kill anyone.

As long as he's on the run, no phone calls.

You call him then. Call him.

This makes no sense!

Cooperate and we'll ask for immunity and your release.

We'd have done it all for nothing.

I won't talk.

How are you?

Where are you from?

Come here. What the fuck?

Hey, kid!

Pretty thing!