uh, they can't believe it.
I'm telling you right now,
my appetite for this is half-hour, max.
The British had other schemes,
burning Washington to the ground
and leaving the White House in ashes.
Mm, that's kind of clever.
I watched that,
and, uh, the British were the Nazis of their day.
Dennis was saying you've been
talking a lot with one of the inmates.
In the shop.
Well, it's called doing my job.
No, just... one guy.
It's probably Inmate Sweat.
He's helping me make the superintendent's suit.
Downie's broadside killed or wounded
1/5 of the "Saratoga's" Crew,
but Macdonough quickly recovered,
and Downie was killed minutes later, crushed by his own cannon
Two days after the battles ended...
What's the suit for?
I don't know, Lyle.
Ask the fucking superintendent, you're so interested.
Maybe he could get you a ticket.
Is that what you're into now?
High school graduation ceremonies?
Dennis made it sound like...
It's a three-piece suit, Lyle.
And who is it that gives us promotions?
Exactly, so when the guy
who gives us promotions asks me, the shop supervisor,
to make him a suit for graduation,
and my best guy is Inmate Sweat,
who's been in that shop longer than I have,
who do you think I'm gonna be working with on this project?
Fucking Inmate Sweat.
I just need it explained to me
This movie sucks. I'm going for a walk.
No, you're not coming with me.
Because I'm mad at you.
You know why.
The drums still were beating.
The foes of our country, far north, were retreating
The neighboring damsels each other were greeting.
I told you,
any prison south of Interstate 90.
Yes, we went over this.
Write it down. Elmira,
Green Haven, Sing Sing.
It's just too cold here, all right?
But that's not what you write on the form.
What you gotta write is that
I have a spotless track record in here,
and I want to be closer to my family.
妈 妈 听我说
Mom, Mom, listen to me.
You're the only person who can help me with this.
Jenny won't write me back. For the hundredth time,
that's why I need you.
I'm not accusing you of anything,
but it's been three months since I asked you,
and you haven't... I don't know anybody else to fucking call.
Do you know what the COs call me in here, Mom?
They call me a cop-killer.
You should see the way they look at me.
I'm in danger in here every fucking day,
and you won't even help me? Fuck you.
妈 对不起 靠
M--god damn it.
Inmate Sweat, how was your weekend?
It was not bad. How was yours?
Lyle took me to a fucking history museum
Just had a little extra material
from when we did the inmate release uniforms.
I don't know. I got inspired.
You made these for me?
Didn't want to let it go to waste.
I mean, the zipper doesn't really work, but...
You know, I thought you might like it.
You're so good with your hands.
How are the machines running this morning?
Uh, now that you mention it,
one of the uh--uh, straight stitch machines needs a new head.
Let's see if we can't find one.
Thought you were done with me.
I was just mad.
I'm not a dog.
I know that.
Well, then, look in my face.
I bet that's sweet.
Are you my boy?
I didn't hear you.
Uh, that's it.
That's it, my little boy.
Who's my little boy?
我是谁 我是谁 小乖乖
Who am I? Who am I, little boy?
Who am I?
Ah, yes, that's right.
Ah, that's right.
Little boy and his mother
Big beautiful tit,
and it's all yours, little boy.
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