[JESSIE, spoken]
The hell?

[REBECCA]
Story, story, what's your story?
Story, story, what's your crime?
What got you here?
Rage, lust, or fear?
We all got a story 'cause we're doing time

Ra-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta

[REBECCA, spoken]
Tell your story. Ra ta ta

[JESSIE]
Um. Okay, fine. My boyfriend had meth in the glove compartment of our car and I got pulled over for something else and a cop found it

[REBECCA, spoken]
Ooh! Well, did you dump that good-for-nothing drug planting boyfriend!

[JESSIE, spoken]
No, we’re still together. I love him
[REBECCA, spoken]
Oh. Well, did you at least tell the cops that it was his meth?

[JESSIE, spoken]
I mean, I could have turned him in, but my boyfriend and I have a son. I can’t risk our child having both parents in jail

[REBECCA, spoken]
That's true. That's-that's a good point

[REBECCA]
Story, story, let's hear another story
Story, story, that one was just sad
What does your story say
About the patriarch-ay?
We all have got stories 'cause we did bad

Ra-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta

[REBCCA, spoken]
Story, go! Ra-ta-ta

[HANIFA, spoken]
Okay! I stole a sweater from the mall
[REBECCA, spoken]
Ooh! Had you been stealing all your life? Was this the culmination of a life of kleptomania? Or were you doing it to stick it to the problematic fashion industry?

[HANIFA, spoken]
No, the heat went out in my apartment and I couldn’t afford a sweater, so I stole one

[WHITE INMATE, spoken]
Oh my God, I stole a sweater too! I got two months, how long are you in for?

[HANIFA, spoken]
Three years

[WHITE INMATE, spoken]
I'm so sorry

[REBECCA]
Story, story, these are barely stories
They're just bleak anecdotes with no start or end

[REBECCA, spoken]
Go tell-tell your story, tell your story

[CYBIL spoken]
Sure, I have a story. I'm in here for murder

[REBECCA, spoken]
Ooh! Murder! Juicy! Ra-ta-ta
[CYBIL, spoken]
While I was driving, my daughter texted me that she was in the hospital and I got so distracted that, I hit a teenager who was crossing the street and he died

[REBECCA]
Story, story, oh my God with that story
Story, story, take away her chair

[WHITE INMATE, spoken]
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry

[REBECCA, spoken]
Okay, you know what, I’m just gonna share my story, because you guys aren’t really versed with a sense of story structure, so I’m gonna show you how it’s done

I was a no-good, manipulative love addict with undiagnosed borderline personality disorder. I swindled! DRUM! I cheated! DRUM! I called out a hit on my ex-boyfriend’s girlfriend! DRUM DRUM! Then, one day, this guy Trent came into my life. He was ironically just like me. And he tried to kill the man I love, so I pushed him off a building! And then, when I plead guilty just for like, metaphorical symbolism, the judge knew I was innocent so she didn’t accept my plea but I wanted to go to jail anyway

[JESSIE, spoken]
Wait, what?

[CYBIL, spoken]
You don't have to be here?

[JASMINE, spoken]
You chose to be here?

[REBECCA, spoken]
Yeah
Ra-ta-ta
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