Joan: WHAT IN THIS FUCKING WORLD MADE YOU THINK IT WAS OK ON ANY LEVEL TO GIVE MY HUSBAND YOU’RE FUCKING NUMBER HERE?! THAT’S MY HUSBAND, HE’S FUCKING ME, NOT YOU, ME! YOU GET IT?
Jac: Not for long.
JOAN; WHAT DID YOU JU….
Jac:NOT FOR LONG BITC….
Joan snaps and lunges onto Jacqueline pulling her hair and hitting her violently. The warden and Guadalupe jump in trying to separate the girls.
Warden: JOAN,JOAN THAT’S ENOUGH JOAN! JOAN!
Guadalupe: LET GO OF HER, LET GO OF HER HAIR!
Joan keeps kicking and slapping Jacqueline, ahandful of hair wrapped in her hand as the warden, Guadalupe, and now the reinforcements try to break up the fight.
WARDEN: ALRIGHT JOAN THAT’S ENOUGH, LET HER GO!
GUADALUPE: COME IN CHICA. STOP!YOU GOT IT,YOU GOT HER, LET HER GO! YOU WON,YOU DID THAT! LET GO!!
Several minutes later Joan is finally pried off of Jacqueline. There’s a cut on Jacqueline’s cheek as Joan is carried away, she drops a handful of Jacqueline’s hair.
Joan: See you at breakfast puttana! It’s your favorite…oatmeal!
Jacqueline sits up in disbelief thinking about what just happened. She walks over to the one mirror in the clinic, tussles her hair and wipes the blood off her cheek pulling her hair back. She looks in the mirror and smiles taking a deep breath.
Jacqueline: Still Pretty.