Brawl in Cell Block 99

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Howdy.

Owner's got a couch

that's also puke color.

Thinks there's something wrong

with the engine.

Said, "it's making

a funny noise."

It wasn't hilarious.

- Transmission?

- Transmission.

If this is a surprise party,

somebody missed the cue.

- Brad.

- Bradley.

Bradley.

Come in my office.

You can tell it out here.

I don't work in an office.

I don't need to squeeze into one

to hear some bad news.

It's a tough time

for businesses right now.

I'm not really interested

in the economy.

Am I gettin' laid off?

I'm sorry.

I'll clear out my locker.

James:
Don't take my artwork.

I won't!

- James?

- Yeah?

You know where

the bolt cutters are at?

James:
In the storeroom...

Buried.

I'll exhume them.

Thanks.

James:
Bradley?

You okay?

South of okay,

north of cancer.

When things pick up

around here,

I'll make sure

Dean calls you.

I said the same sh*t to Pete

when he got booted.

Thanks.

What's going on?

Why are you home so early?

I got fired.

You got fired?

Give me your cellphone.

No.

Give it!

I've been seeing somebody.

Get in the house.

I didn't mean...

get out!

Get in the house.

Lauren:
I'm sorry.

Should I go?

I can clear out.

Let's talk.

Bradley,

let me put something...

sit.

How long?

Three months.

Serious?

No.

Why?

Well, I don't know exactly.

I was sad.

And we haven't been

close since...

You know.

I know.

I thought maybe you were

doing the same thing.

You were staying

out late every night,

coming to bed

after I was asleep.

No.

I was working or working out.

And staying clear.

Communication between us...

there hasn't been much.

Did you fall

off the wagon?

Almost. Did you?

No.

Do you want

to end it with us?

I don't know.

I want things to be

different than they've been.

Our marriage, us, we've, uh...

It's like it's like

when I go into the minimart

at the gas station

and get coffee.

They got those three

metal containers there.

One's got cream,

one's got milk,

and the other's got that

gray-lookin' skim stuff.

And every time I go in there,

those labels are faced away,

and I have to guess which

one's the real stuff, the cream.

But every time,

the first container I grab

is always that milk

or that skim stuff.

It's never the one I want.

The law of averages

says one out of three times,

I... I ought to get the cream,

but it doesn't happen.

Maybe if I go in there

a thousand times,

it'll even out like it should.

I'll have a run of

pickin' out the cream

fifty or a hundred times

in a row,

but, uh...

I don't think so.

I don't think things

even out fair like that.

Look at us.

I think we should start again.

Try to have another baby.

We don't pick up where things

went bad for us...

the miscarriage...

we're through.

I've thought

about that, too, but...

I only get called in to

substitute once or twice a week.

You just lost your job.

I'm gonna call Gil.

You're gonna be a drug dealer?

No. I'm gonna drive packages

for a friend.

You said you would never

work for Gil.

So we're both

breaking promises today.

I want us in a better home

than this shithole.

With kids and happy.

I'm tired of getting

the goddamn skim milk

and hoping that luck

brings out the cream,

'cause it won't, not ever.

This won't be forever.

I promise.

Will you abide?

Yeah.

Give me some time

before you get close.

Okay.

- Hey, Johnny rebel.

- Howdy.

You gonna give me

a sample this time?

Talk to your boss.

Come on.

Let me earn it direct.

I promise I can put

a great big smile

on each of those nuts.

No, thanks.

They don't want

anyone to see their braces.

Cuz:

What's the weather like?

Chance of snow.

Step up to the window.

Put it in the drawer.

Here, put it on the scale.

She's porcine.

What are you doing?

The ritual that happens

after you buy the groceries

but before you eat them.

I don't want you

handling a knife right now.

Please, put that down.

I am competent.

What if you cut yourself

and started bleeding

and passed out?

Spilled boiling water

or something?

How come you let me work

in "the kitchen of perils"

before I was pregnant?

Because you're resilient.

Well, are we just gonna

eat takeout for four months?

I can grill things.

How's koala?

She's good.

And mama koala?

I'm good, but my feet hurt.

That's 'cause you shouldn't

be on them right now.

- How was work?

- Yeah, it was.

Too much sun

this time of day.

Need to get some better

curtains in here.

Green ones.

Howdy.

Okay, I'll be right over.

Adios.

Gil?

Mm-hmm.

I'll take you anywhere

evenin'.

Nice to see you.

Come in.

Did your dad

pick out that outfit?

He did. You like it?

Zesty.

He's in the pool room.

The one with the pool or...

or with the pool table?

The table.

He calls it the billiards room,

but I don't know.

It's just pool

he plays in there.

Thanks.

Que pasa?

- Hey.

- In the fridge.

Jill got you

your faggoty mineral water.

I didn't know h-2-os

got a sexual orientation.

Bradley:
Where's this guy?

Gil:
En route.

How'd the transaction go?

Never a problem with cuz.

Yeah, I like that n*gger.

Or is it...

is it "nigga"

with an a at the end,

when you're saying it nice?

Don't think someone like you can

say that word any way polite.

- How's Lauren?

- Good.

When's she dumping

out the kid?

98 days.

You planning on staying

in the delivery room?

Of course.

That's something I wouldn't

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