We’ve heard a lot about SHU, but it was starting to take on a kind of mythical existence, having not been shown in any of the previous eight episodes. I imagine this is deliberate, in order to instil ‘the fear’ of SHU into the audience, just as it is instilled in the inmates. Well we finally experience the SHU in this episode, and it’s safe to say that it lives up to the hype. SHU is awful.
A bad case of the flu is doing the rounds at the Litch. Piper, ever the craftsman, has whipped up some face masks made from sanitary towels – who knew they had so many other uses? Mrs Claudette isn’t largely impressed by the prospect of wearing a sanitary towel on her face. “I look like Michael Jackson”, she says. Piper proceeds to simultaneously start moon dancing and correcting her: “no, you’ve got the wrong skin tone. I look like Michael Jackson.” Either way, it seems they are finally getting along and Mrs Claudette has gotten over the whole urine on the floor/rogue screwdriver/Piper generally annoying her situation. Continue reading