Escape at Dannemora

Lights out!

Good night, cocksuckers!

And sock fuckers!

I said lights out. Now!

Hacksaw.

Hacksaw.

Oh, God.

Oh, yeah.

You motherfucker.

Tonight.

Tonight.

- 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.

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.

Thank you.

I got you a Boston cream.

- - Thanks.

Whoo.

Open the gate.

Come on, move it along!

Come on!

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.

- - 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--

- - : Good morning.

Hi. Sorry.

Okay.

Oh, is that so? Because it is racist.

- It's not. - It is, 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.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

Hold it up.

Let's go.

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!

- - 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?