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(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(WIND WHISTLING)
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(INSECTS TRILLING, BIRDS CHIRPING)
(QUIET CHEWING)
(QUIET HUFFING)
(SPUTTERING SOFTLY)
(WHINNYING)
(NEIGHS)
(SPUTTERING)
(BIRDS CONTINUE CHIRPING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING FAINTLY IN DISTANCE)
(FAINT WHIRRING CONTINUES, GROWING LOUDER)
(BIRDCALL GROWING LOUDER)
(HOOFBEATS RUMBLING)
(NEIGHING)
(WIND WHISTLING)
(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING LOUDLY)
♪
(NEIGHING)
♪
(NEIGHING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(WHISTLING)
(NEIGHING)
(SHOUTING AND WHISTLING CONTINUE)
(FRANTIC NEIGHING AND SPUTTERING)
- (FRANTIC NEIGHING CONTINUES) - (TRAILER RATTLING)
- (TRAILER RATTLING, THUMPING) - (GRUNTS)
(MUFFLED, DISTANT SOUND OF HORSE NEIGHING)
(MEN HOLLERING AND WHOOPING)
(WHISTLES)
- (NEIGHING) - (MEN CONTINUE HOLLERING)
(INSECTS TRILLING)
PSYCHOLOGIST: On your way home from work, you stop
at the shopping mall to pick up some dinner.
As you walk past a restaurant, you catch a glimpse
of your partner with another man or woman.
They are kissing publicly and very passionately.
Up until this moment, you believed your relationship
was stable, loving and committed.
A. I don't feel angry at all.
B. I feel slightly annoyed.
C. I feel moderately angry.
D. I feel very angry.
E. I feel furious.
(ROMAN TAKING SLOW, HEAVY BREATHS)
At a karaoke night, your friends...
- (ROMAN SIGHS HEAVILY) - (CLEARS THROAT)
Yeah.
I know.
Let's do it differently.
Um, let me be more specific.
You've been in isolation in Ely State Prison,
and you've just been transferred here,
back into isolation again.
What do you think about that?
As I said, this is your pre-classification meeting
so that we can discover what options are available to you
as you enter back into the general population.
Is there a vocation you're interested in?
Would you like to resume your education?
It's just... it's real easy to get lost in the system.
Especially when you come into a new facility
and, you know, you're not from around here.
I'm just trying to find out what's important to you.
Is your freedom important to you?
Is that something you think about?
(CHUCKLES): Are you listening to me at all, Mr. Coleman?
Yeah.
Yeah, what? Yeah, you're listening?
Or, yeah, your freedom's important to you?
- I'm listening. - Okay. Thank you.
- Just get me back there. - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- (ALARM BLARING) - What?
It's okay. Thank you.
- Sit down! - (ALARM STOPS)
- (DOOR CLOSES) - Sit down. Sit down!
I get it... you feel like you have no control in here.
I get it. I understand that.
I am giving you some control.
That's what this is.
And like it or not, you're gonna be reintegrated
into the general population.
Mm, I'm not good with people.
All right.
I can get you into the outdoor maintenance program, then.
And while you're there, you'll have the opportunity
to reflect on where you want to be.
(PAPERS RUSTLING)
- Can I go now? - Yep.
- GUARD: Open D wing! - (LOCK BUZZES AND CLANKS)
(INMATES CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
GUARD: Pop 3.
(LOCK BUZZES AND CLANKS)
(CHIPS CRUNCHING)
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER EARBUDS)
(LOCK BUZZES AND CLANKS)
Want one?
(CHIPS CRUNCHING)
(TOILET FLUSHES)
(BAG RUSTLING, CHIPS CRUNCHING)
(BUZZER BLARING)
- (HORSES NEIGHING) - MAN: There you go, boy.
(CHUCKLES) Attaboy.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS AND RADIO CHATTER)
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
Here you go.
Start with this pile right here.
You kidding me?
No, man. When you get done with it,
put it in that pile over there.
What, you in charge here?
Yeah, I'm the chief of shit-shoveling.
- Get for it. Get busy. - (FLIES BUZZING)
(RHYTHMIC BANGING)
(SIGHS)
(RHYTHMIC BANGING CONTINUES)
(DUMPS MANURE)
(BANGING CONTINUES, GROWING LOUDER)
All right. Let's go.
- GUARD: Pop 3. - (LOCK BUZZES AND CLANKS)
(URINATING)
(TOILET FLUSHES)
You smell like shit.
(BAG RUSTLING)
(WATER RUNNING)
(CHIPS CRUNCHING)
(BAG RUSTLES)
(RHYTHMIC BANGING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
(BANGING CONTINUES)
(MEN WHISTLING, INDISTINCT CONVERSATION NEARBY)
(HORSE GALLOPING)
(BANGING CONTINUES)
(BANGING CONTINUES, FASTER)
(BANGING STOPS)
- (LOUD BANG) - (HORSE GRUNTS)
(BANGING)
(HORSE GRUNTS)
(LIGHT BANGING, RATTLING)
(HORSE GRUNTS)
(BANGING)
(HORSE NEIGHS)
♪
(HUFFING)
♪
(HORSE GRUNTING)
What the hell are you doing in there?
Get out now!
You never go in there.
That's a dangerous animal.
Don't ever fuck with him.
You have a name? What's your name?
Roman.
Well, Roman,
I don't need my yard and my lawn fertilized.
So why don't you just take your wheelbarrow
and your pitchfork, and get rid of all this shit.
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER DISTANT SPEAKER)
(RHYTHMIC BANGING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.)
GUARD: Coleman, visitor.
- (BABY CRYING) - (QUIET CHATTER)
(CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
PHOTOGRAPHER: All right. Very, very good.
- (CAMERA CLICKING) - Good.
(CAMERA WHIRRING, CLICKING)
WOMAN: Who the hell are you?
MARTHA: I'm over here.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Over here. Very good.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)
PHOTOGRAPHER: Very cool.
And, uh, maybe just one of you two, please.
(CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
Okay, I love it.
There you go. Okay.
(PHOTOGRAPHER CHUCKLES)
- Okay. - (CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
- All right. - (CAMERA CLICKS)
And one of you two, please.
(CHATTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
Why are you here?
- (CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS) - PHOTOGRAPHER: All right.
- Very good. - Thank you.
I just need you to sign this.
MAN: Thank you.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Very, very nice.
(CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
PHOTOGRAPHER: A little bit closer.
All right. Very, very good.
Good.
Don't come back here.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Very good.
Very good. Thank you.
Good day.
And, uh, all right.
MYLES: Okay, guys.
Now, is everybody ready?
- Yes, boss. - (BANGING)
'Cause this one is particularly crazed.
- MAN: All right. - (HORSE SNORTS)
MYLES: So be very careful.
And open the gate on three.
- One. - (WHOOPING, CHATTER) - (HORSE SNORTING)
- Two. - (BANGING)
- Three! Let 'er rip! - MAN: All right, here we go!
- (NEIGHING) - (MEN LAUGHING, WHOOPING)
MYLES (CHUCKLING): Goddamn. Son of a bitch.
- Look at him go. - He's wild, man.
Jesus Christ.
- (MEN HOLLERING) - (NEIGHING)
MAN: Wyatt Earp right here.
- Come on. - Goddamn!
MAN: Look at that Wyatt Earp shit.
Come on, now.
(NEIGHS, BANGS WALL)
How long you been standing here?
Huh?
I'm talking to you. Yeah, right.
How long you been here?
MAN: Okay, your turn. Come on.
You... you can make a sound, right? You can speak?
- Yeah, I can. - Okay. What's your name?
I told you, sir, it's, uh, Coleman Roman.
(LAUGHING): Coleman Roman is your name?
That's a joke, right?
(HENRY SNICKERING)
Shut up, Henry. It's not funny.
He's got a name. It's just backwards.
You ever ridden a horse?
- No, sir. - 5:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.
- No, I'm just here for mainten... - Right?
I'm just here for maintenance, sir.
No, sir, you're not here for maintenance.
You're here to do what I decide you're gonna do.
And here's the drill.
If you can stay in there for more than five seconds,
you're in the program.
Get it? You're in charge.
Get him fed, get him watered,
- and get him calmed down. - (NEIGHING)
(MAN WHISTLING A TUNE NEARBY)
HENRY: Your boots, Mr. Coleman.
(FLIES BUZZING)
Yeah, they go on your feet.
(HENRY LAUGHING)
(SIGHS)
Fellas, fellas, fellas,
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Just in time. What up?
- What's up? - Mikey.
How you feeling? All right?
Uh-huh. Good morning. Good morning, good morning.
- Hey, hey. - (WHOOPING)
- (LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (GRUNTS)
What up? What up? What's up?
All right, fellas. What's going on, Elijah?
- Hey, man, what's up? How you been? - Yeah, yeah.
- Top of the morning. - Ah, ah, ah, got the boots on.
Oh, yeah, don't worry. You'll get used to it, man.
- Nice boots. - (LAUGHTER)
Pop your cherry today, homeboy. Walking a little funny?
It's definitely not their first rodeo.
- (WOLF WHISTLES) - (LAUGHING)
- Whoo! Cute in that orange. - Fucking with you, man.
He's fucking with you.
The whole purpose of this program
is to learn how to break these wild horses
and turn them into some horse of value
that can be auctioned off in the next 12 weeks.
Pays to keep this program running,
- and ultimately... - (HORSE NEIGHING)
our rehabilitation.
And ironically enough, the police buy most of them.
That horse is crazy, man.
HENRY: Yo, he's spooking out right now.
- ROMAN: Why is that? - I don't know.
Why don't you ask him? You ready?
- (HORSE NEIGHS) - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Get back.
Hey, listen up.
'Cause I'm the best trainer in here.
See this?
This is your hand.
You always want to control your hand.
What you want to do is find an opening, you know?
Get him going.
Hey, hey. You just want to get him going.
And make sure you stay in the center.
All right?
Make him move around you. Come on.
Now, normally, when you start a new horse,
you can keep him right along the fence like he is right now.
Because they're trying to keep
as much space as they can away from you.
All right? Now, the first thing you want to do
is just establish direction.
Get him going one way,
and then send him the other way.
And after you get that down pat,
you can start working on the hook and the draw.
Or, as I like to call, the touch.
(HORSE SNORTS)
All right?
Like I said, respect his space, okay?
And he'll respect yours.
And never look him in the eye.
Get your ass in here.
Come on, man. We ain't got all fucking day.
- (SIGHS) - Don't forget the stick.
(GRUNTING): All right.
Whenever you're ready, Roman Coleman.
(HORSE GRUNTING)
(NEIGHING)
(ROMAN PANTING)
(HORSE SPUTTERS)
Hips, Roman.
- Yeah, what about 'em? - Your shit is tight.
You need to loosen it up a little bit
if you want to connect with him, all right?
(CHUCKLES) I bet you don't have one good fucking dance move.
(HENRY LAUGHING)
Oh, this is gonna be fucking great.
Where you going?
- Where you going? - All right, look.
Drop the stick. Fuck the stick.
- (DROPS STICK) - Put your hands up. All right?
Establish a boundary.
Now, tell your horse to back off.
Back off.
With your body.
Back off. Back the fuck off.
- (NEIGHS) - You're acting like a bitch right now, Roman.
- Tell him to back off. - Back off.
Back off.
With your body, Roman. Come on.
Come on, back the fuck off!
(NEIGHS)
(HORSE BANGS WALL)
(LAUGHS) It's good, Roman Coleman,
but if you want to control your horse,
- first you got to control yourself. - (PICKS UP STICK)
Yeah, you be the boss. You got it, Roman.
ROMAN: Come on, get over there.
Just keep working on them dance moves. Hips.
Go over there.
Go over there, man.
Yeah, come on, move it.
- HENRY: There you go. - Come on.
You're really not that bad for a first-timer.
I'm actually pretty proud of you.
HENRY: I looked up, and that motherfucker
just run straight over me.
Then I look back up, and I got
15 horse cocks swinging in my fucking face.
'Cause you actually have to be on the horse, man.
You spend more time on the ground
than you do on your horse.
(LAUGHS) Fuck you, Tom.
Have you seen T-Bird?
That motherfucker's a maniac, bro.
He's not one of the lazy, squishy, donkey types.
- TOM: Man, I'm telling you... - What, man?
ROMAN: I'm just listening.
ELIJAH: Hey, what's your name again?
Roman.
Oh, you got the new horse, right?
- Yeah. - (HENRY LAUGHING)
Oh, the new horse!
(LAUGHTER)
Uh-huh, hell yeah, when I first saw T-Bird, I was like,
"I pity the fool that gotta ride that motherfucker."
- Happened to be me. - GUARD: Time's up.
- (LAUGHTER) - Come on, man.
You know we got like three more minutes in here.
You're done. Time's up.
- Let's go! - All right, all right.
What you looking at, man?
All you need to be looking at is them hips, shoulders,
hips, shoulders, hips, shoulders.
(CHUCKLES)
Work on them dance moves, man. You'll be all right.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BASKETBALL BOUNCING, BANGING AGAINST HOOP)
INMATE: Hey, Indian. What's up?
- Hey. - Hey there.
- Hey. - What up, man?
How you feeling? Any better?
- Ah, what up, dawg? - What up?
- What up, fellas? - Yo, G.
Yo, watch my back.
(WHISTLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
INMATE: That's a soldier, too.
He got the crazy eye.
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) - (SHACKLES CLINKING)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
PHOTOGRAPHER: There we go.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
I already signed that.
(CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
You forgot to initial.
PHOTOGRAPHER: All right, you two.
- (CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS) - Uh, now, don't look
at the camera, but look at my finger over here.
All right.
Very good. Thank you.
Emancipation? What the fuck is that?
I found a job, I have a boyfriend,
and I'm ready to leave.
Just sign.
My boyfriend's a mechanic.
He's opening up a garage in Atlanta,
and I'm gonna work there as a receptionist.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Hey there.
Would you guys like your photo taken today?
Yeah, sure. That'd be great.
- No, not really, man. - Yeah, it'd be great.
Thank you.
PHOTOGRAPHER: All right, come with me.
Come with me.
MARTHA: Come on, Dad.
(TAKES DEEP BREATH)
If you're all set, then why you need this?
I'm selling Grandma's house in Bakersfield,
but I can't unless you sign.
PHOTOGRAPHER: All right, now,
don't look at the camera.
Just look at my finger over here.
- Okay. - (CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
You can even smile if you like.
- Take your picture, man. - (CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
- You can't sell the house. - I need to sell the house.
- PHOTOGRAPHER: Great. - (CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
Just one more.
Hold on. Uh, maybe you turn
and face each other a little bit.
(CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)
- Great. - Yeah, we're done.
That's a nice one.
I need the money to raise this baby.
Oh, so he got a daddy?
Well, I ain't the Virgin Mary.
So, why doesn't he take care of the baby, then?
(MARTHA SCOFFS)
What do you know about taking care of a baby?
What do you know about taking care of anything?
- That house is mine. - Lower your voice.
It belongs to me. Grandma left it to me.
No, she left it to us.
- Really? - Yeah.
And you need it here?
Here, where your clothes are washed,
your meals are served.
You have a bed.
Shit, you're even tan.
You're a dependent of the state,
and it's like you're on permanent fucking vacation.
Shut the fuck up!
- (LIGHT LAUGHTER) - (HORSE SPUTTERS)
TOM: Yeah, I think you'd marry that horse if you could.
Don't worry, homey. Your secret's safe with me.
- (LAUGHS) - You should've seen him propose earlier, man.
Hey, I think you already got engaged, homey, straight up.
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
Whoa, someone's mad.
Roman.
Hey, Roman!
Roman!
MYLES: You know, riding a mustang,
that's the easy part.
- The hard part is... - (NEIGHING)
getting your hands on him in the first place.
Isn't that right, Coleman?
Why don't you come on over here
and get in there and calm him down.
- I'm not getting in there. - Do it.
And not only do it; get it done.
Go.
Don't forget your stick.
(SNORTING)
Soon as he turns around, you get in there.
(GRUNTING)
MYLES: Come on. Come on.
Now, get his attention.
- Behave yourself. - (SNORTS, GRUNTS)
- (NEIGHS) - Push him back.
(HORSE SNORTING)
(PANTING)
Hang in there, Roman. You're doing great.
ROMAN: Come on.
Yeah, that's it.
Come on, you stop now.
Yeah, come here. Come here.
- Come here. You stop. - INMATE: Come on, Coleman.
- Block him up. - You stop. You stop!
- Stop it! - INMATES: Oh!
You got game, son. Hang in there with him.
- (GROANING) - (INMATES MURMURING)
- Get out of there, bro! - Get out of there!
Get out of there!
(NEIGHS, HUFFS)
(PANTING)
- (GRUNTING) - INMATE: What are you doing?!
(INMATES CLAMORING)
Jesus Christ. What the hell are you doing?!
- (NEIGHING) - Just get out of there!
(ROMAN GRUNTS)
- Back off! Back off! - Get him out of there!
(NEIGHING)
Back off!
- (INMATES GROANING, MURMURING) - MYLES: Thomas!
Bring the ketamine and tranquilize him!
- (ROMAN GASPING) - Coleman, can you breathe?
Easy, easy, easy, easy.
- (GRUNTS) - INMATE: Man, come on!
GUARD: Esme at the horse program.
MYLES: I never want to see your goddamn face again.
(ROMAN PANTING)
(GROANING)
(HORSE GRUNTING)
(BREATHING SLOWLY)
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
(KNOCKING)
MAN: Psst.
Psst, psst, psst, psst.
- Shit. - (PAPER SLIDES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (HORSE NEIGHING IN DISTANCE) - MAN: And walk.
(PANTING)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
GUARD: Come on, Coleman, get up.
I got a cellblock to feed.
(ROMAN SIGHS)
(CART ROLLING)
(PANTING)
(LIGHT BUZZING SOFTLY)
(SIGHS)
(KICKING WALL)
♪
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
♪
- (ROMAN SIGHS) - (HORSE NEIGHING)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
MAN: Psst.
What do you want?
- A magazine. - I got you.
No, no, no, not like that.
Marquis. Marquis.
♪
(NEIGHING, SPUTTERING)
- That's it, that's it. - (HORSE NEIGHING OUTSIDE)
Come on.
Yeah, good boy. Good boy.
- Now, come with me. - (HORSE HUFFS, SNORTS)
Come with me. Come on.
That's it. That's it.
That's it.
Now, don't come here. Don't come here.
And stop.
Okay, get back there.
Get back there. Come on.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - GUARD: Coleman, out of bed.
- Come on, man. Hurry up. - (ALARM BLARING)
- What's going on? - Get dressed.
Nasty thunderstorm seven miles out.
Need all the riders we can get. Let's go.
(SIGHS)
(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)
(INMATES SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
- Mikey! - We gotta get control on this side!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND SHOUTING)
TOM: Watch out!
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (HORSE NEIGHING FRANTICALLY)
Get that horse out of that pen over there.
HENRY: Hey, knot the fences. Knot the fences.
The horses... they could hurt themselves!
(WIND HOWLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND SHOUTING)
(WIND CONTINUES HOWLING)
- Get 'em out. Get 'em out. - Get 'em out.
Come on, get them out of here!
(DISTRESSED NEIGHING)
Okay. Easy.
- (NEIGHING) - Calm down.
(BANGING FENCE)
Easy.
(STOMPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)
Come here.
(HORSES NEIGHING)
Come here.
Easy.
Yeah.
(WIND WHISTLING)
Come on. Yeah, that's it.
(HORSE GRUNTING)
- That's it. - (HORSE GRUNTING)
Come on.
- Come on. Easy. Easy. - (WIND HOWLING)
- (NEIGHS) - Hey. Hey!
- Come on, get bridles on them and get them out! - Come on.
(FENCE RATTLING)
MYLES: Let's walk them down to the kitchen.
(WIND CONTINUES HOWLING)
MAN: All right, fellas, let's make some room in here.
Try to get as many horses in here as we can.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (HORSES NEIGHING)
- Hey, hey! - Mikey!
Can somebody bring an extra halter?
- I'm right here, okay? Easy. - (HORSE GROANS)
(WIND RUSHING OUTSIDE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
- HENRY: Tom, you okay? - (GLASS SHATTERS)
Mikey, you okay?
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
- (NEIGHING) - Stop that. Stop that.
Don't do that.
- Stop that. Stop that. - MAN: Move back!
Henry!
(NEIGHING)
- No. - (CLATTERING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MYLES: Henry, get back!
- (FRANTIC CHATTER) - (ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(MAN YELLS, FRANTIC CHATTER CONTINUES)
- MAN: Yo, back off! - (CLATTERING)
(NEIGHING)
- (WIND HOWLING) - (NEIGHING STOPS)
- (WIND QUIETS) - (SIGHING, MURMURING)
MAN: I got you.
MYLES: Jesus Christ.
MAN: Yeah, he's straight now.
All right, it's good, man, it's good.
- You all right? - Straight.
(QUIET CHATTER)
- There? - Yeah, right there.
All right.
(QUIET CHATTER CONTINUES)
(HORSE NEIGHS SOFTLY)
- You're all right, yeah. - (HORSE GROANS)
(HORSE GROANING)
You're all right, pal. Relax.
Coleman.
You're back.
If you ever hit another horse,
I'm gonna see you do ten years in a psychiatric ward.
- You got that? - I do, sir. Thank you.
You earned that.
We got four weeks before the auction.
Let's see if you and your horse can catch up.
(WIND GUSTING)
♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- How's your horse? - Doing all right.
Them Latinos is running into us later today, homey.
(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.)
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
- (WHOOPING) - INMATE: Yeah, price is gonna blow up
- at that auction, man! - Ah, yeah!
Hey, come on, give T-Bird a kick.
(LAUGHTER)
Oh, damn!
(PANTING QUIETLY)
INMATE: You want to be top seller, huh?
(WHOOPING, CHEERING)
- And he can still cha-cha. - All right, all right.
That's what I'm talking about.
That's right, homey. Do the Macarena.
(GATE OPENS)
- (GATE CREAKS SHUT) - (HORSE GRUNTS)
Hey, bud.
(HORSE HUFFS)
It's me.
(HORSE SNORTING AND HUFFING)
(WHINNIES)
Come on.
Ah, what the fuck?
Look like somebody mad at you today, huh?
Ah, he won't listen. He won't let me approach him.
I wouldn't let you approach me, either, motherfucker.
(HENRY CHUCKLES)
All right, cowboy, look. Jump in the middle.
It's real simple.
When both ears pointing one way, to the front,
he's happy.
When they're both pointing to the back, he ain't so happy.
You see his ears?
Well, just tell me what to do, all right?
You got to be patient, man.
You got to be patient if you want to get your hands on him.
(HENRY CHUCKLING)
It's a real nice horse you got here, man.
What'd you name him?
I haven't named him yet.
(SCOFFS) Everybody need a name, Roman.
It might be the reason he's not coming when you call him.
I read something about a guy who could gallop so slow
it took him an hour to go 300 yards.
That's the whole story?
That's slower than that mule over there.
- That's very unimpressive. - No, no, no.
It's about controlling strength.
He was using silk reins.
- Silk rein? - Yeah.
- Okay. - (HORSE WHINNIES)
Guy's name was Marquis.
(WHINNIES, SNORTS)
(CHUCKLES) Look alive. We got happy ears.
Marquis.
Now that you figured that part out,
you might as well go ahead and jump in the middle.
All right? Be on his time.
And remember what I told you about your shoulders?
You got to loosen up. You got to loosen up.
(SIGHS)
- What's up? - Hey, what's up, homey?
What's up?
INMATE: That's what I'm talking about!
Hey, all right.
- (CHATTER CONTINUES) - (HORSE HUFFING)
HENRY: I think so, boss.
I think so.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(LAUGHTER)
(HUFFS, GROANS)
(NEIGHS)
(GRUNTS, HUFFS)
You turning your back on me?
(SIGHS)
(ROMAN IMITATES HORSE'S HUFFING)
(MARQUIS HUFFS)
(ROMAN INHALES, HUFFS)
(MARQUIS GRUNTS, HUFFS)
- All right, come on. - (NEIGHS)
- (GRUNTING SOFTLY) - (GATE OPENS AND CLOSES)
- (NEIGHING) - Come on, come on.
Come on. Come on!
(ROMAN PANTING)
Stay there.
All right?
Come on.
- Come on. - (MARQUIS GRUNTS)
(MARQUIS GRUNTS)
(SCOFFS)
Come on. Come on!
(PANTING)
All right.
Now, just stay there.
(HUFFING)
That's it.
That's it. Easy.
- Good boy. - (NEIGHING)
Come on.
I'm tired, man.
You're tired, too.
So, let's... let's do it.
Come on. Please.
- Please stay there. - (HUFFS)
Please, come on.
Come on, please.
Come on, stay there, man!
Just fucking listen to me!
Do you hear me?!
I'm not gonna hurt you! You hear me?!
You hear me, you stupid animal?!
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(MARQUIS PANTING)
(ROMAN GRUNTS SOFTLY)
Hey, bud.
♪
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
(MARQUIS HUFFS)
(ROMAN SNIFFS)
♪
(FOOTSTEPS NEARBY)
(BUNK SQUEAKS)
(DAN COUGHING)
(DAN SNIFFING)
- (HORSE NEIGHS) - (ROMAN SIGHS)
(GRUNTS)
(ROMAN PANTING)
Where you going? Hey, stay here.
(ROMAN GRUNTING SOFTLY)
(CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)
Oh, my God.
What a business.
But to really get his attention,
you got to use your hands.
(ROMAN PANTING)
Attaboy, Coleman. You're getting it.
The horse needs to feel you and him are in sync.
Whoa. Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy.
- Come on, keep going. - Yeah, man. - All right.
Looking good.
Looks like he's ready to ride.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
But loosen the rein on his neck.
- Shh. - That's good. Right there is perfect.
Right there is perfect. Keep going. Keep going.
- That's it. It's balance. - There you go, nice and easy.
It's all about balance and not getting discouraged.
Good job out there. Way to stick with it.
- Thanks, man. - Yeah, man.
- Great work, man. - Thanks.
(LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(LAUGHING): He thought I didn't see that shit.
Hey, man, what'd I tell you?
Hips, shoulders, hips, shoulders, baby.
You still can't fucking dance,
but you might be a cowboy in no time.
Let me tell you. (LAUGHS)
You know it won't fucking kill you to smile, man.
That shit's free. It don't cost nothing.
(LAUGHING)
- GUARD: Pop 3! - (LOCK BUZZES, CLANKS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Hey, bud.
How's the farm?
How are you?
I heard somebody's smuggling the ketamine.
None of my business.
Well, now it is.
Your daughter's real pretty.
We want to taste that dope on Monday morning.
♪
- (EXHALING RHYTHMICALLY) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What's your problem, man?
Huh?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Trying to get sliced up?
What the fuck you doing that for?
You better stay there, boy.
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)
Stay away from my gang.
- (WHISTLE BLOWS) - INMATE: Back to the game.
That's right, motherfucker.
- Lift some weights. - Get out of here.
Come on, man, keep walking.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
♪
(HORSE GALLOPING IN DISTANCE)
(HORSE NEIGHS)
(INMATES CHATTERING IN DISTANCE)
(PANTING)
(BOTTLES CLINKING)
(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKERS IN DISTANCE)
♪
(LIQUID DRIPPING)
(SNIFFS)
That's good. (GRUNTS, SNIFFS)
All right, that's it.
Yeah, why's that?
Hmm?
You know that...
at six months, a fetus can suck its own thumb?
Pretty crazy, ain't it?
Our guys out there know where your daughter lives.
She wasn't hard to find.
Sleep tight, John Wayne.
("CAN'T SEEM TO MAKE YOU MINE" BY THE SEEDS PLAYING)
MYLES: The auction's in two weeks.
You got to be ready.
(MARQUIS WHINNIES)
Stay in sync with him.
What?
Stay in sync with him.
If you pull back, he's gonna stop.
If you spur him, he's gonna go.
- Make up your fucking mind. - That's it. Come on.
(SNIFFING)
♪ Hurting everything you see... ♪
MYLES: That's it.
Now you got it, goddamn it.
There you go.
There you...
Why-why do you spur him?
Why do you spur him?!
- (ROMAN GRUNTING) - Goddamn it, don't pull his head back!
♪ I'm more in love with you
♪ I can't go on like this, oh
♪ A little bit of love and not one kiss, oh ♪
♪ I gotta have your love every day... ♪
- That's it. - That's all?
Yeah. I'm not the only one doing this.
You're gonna have to wait a week or two.
That's not gonna work.
MYLES: Coleman,
stop pulling and pushing.
He doesn't know what message you're trying to send him...
to stop or go forward.
That's good. Now, that's it. Stop.
Now go forward. Move him forward.
Move him forward!
Now you're getting it.
Now you got it.
♪ Baby, to me, oh
Straighten up, cowboy.
♪ End my misery, oh...
Now you got it. Now you got it.
Goddamn it. Who knew?
(MYLES CHUCKLES)
I got the touch! I got it!
INMATE: That's right, Roman. You got it.
- You see that? - Go ahead, now.
- I got it. (SIGHS) - (INMATES CHATTER, WHOOP)
You following me?
(CHUCKLES)
All right.
(EMPTIES BUCKET)
Go there.
Come on.
What did I tell you? Go there.
- Huh? Hey. - (MARQUIS GRUNTS)
Why you not listening to me?
Give me some space.
That's it. Give me some space.
PSYCHOLOGIST: Welcome to today's restorative justice session,
otherwise known as anger management.
I want to commend you all again
for making the courageous decision
to understand and address
the harm that you caused the victims of your crimes.
And welcome to our new participant, Roman Coleman.
Roman, thank you for making the choice to come.
Today, our goal is to experience empathy,
to understand the power of an apology
and to be open to our faults.
Who would like to start?
Remember, this is a safe space.
You guys have already made a lot of headway here.
I got, uh, ten years for manslaughter.
And how long from the thought of the crime
to the actual crime?
(EXHALES)
- About a second. - About a second.
17 years for strong-arm robbery.
18 years.
PSYCHOLOGIST: For what?
For first-degree murder.
Since I was 14.
And how long from the thought of the crime
to the actual crime?
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(EXHALES)
Just, uh... well...
just spontaneous.
Ten seconds.
Five seconds.
22 seconds.
About three seconds.
PSYCHOLOGIST: How long have you been in prison?
12 years.
And how long from the thought of the crime
to the actual crime?
Split second.
(CHAINS CLINKING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Thanks for coming.
It was nice what you wrote to me.
So, what is it you want to tell me?
I'm working outdoors...
with horses.
- Horses. - Yeah.
The ones you see on your way in here.
I'm riding 'em. I'm training 'em.
We got this auction thing coming up next week.
I'd like you to come.
Sounds fun.
I think you'd like him.
His name is Marquis. That's my horse.
You think riding horses can change anything?
I want to ask you something.
Something I don't deserve.
I know that.
I want you to hear me out.
What's that?
There's so many things...
...I've been wanting to say for such a long time.
I'm not who I used to be. I...
Whatever happened was an accident.
(VOICE BREAKS): I never meant to hurt her.
(SOBS SOFTLY) And whatever I've done...
...you'll always be my-my baby girl.
I'm listening.
Come on, sit down. Sit down.
I-I don't remember everything.
She flushed... (SIGHS)
my party stuff...
down the drain.
(ROMAN BREATHES DEEPLY)
She was looking out for me, and I didn't see it like that.
She started yelling.
I started yelling.
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
We got into a fight.
Running around the house.
(SIGHS)
And she hit me.
I hit her back.
I was so angry.
So I hit her head against the sink.
Until her skull cracked.
I was a kid. I...
I was a kid.
You left me alone to take care of my mom.
To dress her and feed her and wipe her ass
and give her her medicine every day.
Do you know what that was like?
(SOBS SOFTLY) I love you.
(CRYING): I love you so mu...
You'll never know.
One day, someday, I'll make it up to you.
I promise.
(HOOFBEATS RUMBLING)
♪
I just want to say to all of you,
we're not training these horses
for little kids' birthday parties and pony rides.
Some of these horses are gonna go and protect
the United States border down there.
So you got to get 'em used to racing and chasing.
- Got it? - INMATES: Yes, sir. - Yes, boss.
Tell you what, man. You see my cousin,
- you run the other way, all right? (LAUGHS) - Mm-hmm.
MYLES: Come on, we're out of here, Thomas.
- (INSECTS CHIRPING) - (QUIET CHATTER)
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
(HENRY GRUNTING)
(INMATES CLAMORING)
- (GASPING WEAKLY) - (WHISTLE BLOWING)
- (ALARM BLARING) - GUARD: Get down!
Everybody on the fucking ground now!
Everybody on the fucking ground!
- Now! Down, down! - (WHISTLE BLOWING)
Everybody down, down!
- Don't move! - Face in the dirt!
(MUFFLED GASPING)
Control, I need backup on the lower yard.
I got a man down. I need medical.
I need backup now.
INMATE: Hey, is that Henry, cuz?
- GUARD: Don't move. - GUARD 2: Shut up!
Get your face in the dirt!
Tower, if anybody moves...
(LOCK BUZZES, CLANKS)
(DOOR CLOSES, LOCK CLANKS)
(DAN RUBBING HANDS)
(SNORTING)
(SNIFFS)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
You fucking piece of...
You fucking piece of shit.
Guard!
- (DOOR OPENS) - (ROMAN SHOUTS)
(PANTING)
(PANTING CONTINUES)
♪
(PANTING FADES)
(HORSE WHINNYING)
♪
(FIRE CRACKLING)
TOM: Spirits never break.
I don't know that my spirit's broken,
but it took a hell of a beating today,
(VOICE BREAKS): I'll tell you that.
I'll ride his horse.
MYLES: Okay.
Get it done.
Proud to work with you.
- Good night. - INMATES: Night, boss.
- Night, boss. - Good night.
MYLES: See y'all tomorrow morning.
We'll ride for Henry.
(SIGHS)
♪
(WHINNYING)
(EXCITED CHATTER)
Nice.
Come on.
(HORSES HUFFING)
You ready?
- Yeah. - (MARQUIS PANTING)
You think she's gonna come?
Hmm?
MYLES: Well, folks, thank you for showing up,
and I want to welcome you
to the 25th Nevada State Wild Horse Inmate Auction.
(CHEERING)
TOM: Okay, everybody, get ready.
It's almost showtime.
MYLES: In association, we got to give a shout-out
to the Bureau of Land Management.
And together, we're all real proud to present
some of the most beautiful animals you will ever see.
- (CHEERING CONTINUES) - Thanks to you...
farmers, ranchers,
Border Patrol, police...
they'll find a home today.
So give it up for my men.
(CHEERING)
Yeah, give it up for them.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
- Attaboy, Thomas. - (APPLAUSE CONTINUES)
(CHEERING)
(WHISTLING)
(CHEERING)
(OVER SPEAKER): ♪ O say can you see
♪ By the dawn's early light
♪ What so proudly we hailed
♪ At the twilight's last gleaming ♪
♪ Whose broad stripes and bright stars ♪
♪ Through the perilous fight
♪ O'er the ramparts we watched ♪
♪ Were so gallantly streaming? ♪
♪ And the rockets' red glare
♪ The bombs bursting in air
♪ Gave proof through the night ♪
♪ That our flag was still there ♪
♪ O say does that star-spangled ♪
- ♪ Banner yet wave - (INMATES SINGING QUIETLY)
♪ O'er the land of the free
♪ And the home of the brave?
(CHEERING)
MAN: Let's see some ridin'!
- First up... - MAN: Come on, now!
Thomas Youngblood on T-Bird, trained by Henry Cooper.
MAN: Yeah, all right.
AUCTIONEER: All right, Thomas, bring him in.
This is number 1283, first horse today.
Blaze face, three white feet.
What do we get for him?
Now, how about, uh, 1,500?
15. Can we get 15? Can we get 15?
Get 500 to start. 500.
Now half. Can we get 550? Anybody for 550?
How about $600? I'm at five and a half.
Want to get 600, 650, now seven.
Six and a half. Want to get seven, seven to buy him.
You, can we get $700? Seven, seven and a half.
800, now half, now nine!
I'm at nine! Now nine and a half.
Your turn again. I'm at nine. Want to get nine and half.
Don't let him get away for that nine and a half.
$1,000. Now 1,050. I'm at 1,000.
Can we get 1,050? Can we get 1,050?
Thank you, sir. Now 11, now a half, now 12.
Uh, 12, 12, 12. Anybody going to 1,200?
Sold him right here, $1,200, 1,200.
- (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE) - (MARQUIS PANTING, HUFFING)
MYLES: Let's have a big hand for Tom and T-Bird.
ROBERTO: Hell no, man. 1,200?
I'm telling you, Henry would've got
three times more than that, straight out, man.
MYLES: Sold to the Las Vegas Police Department
at $1,200.
Next up, Michael Anderson on Lollypop.
AUCTIONEER: He's number 1287.
Hey, what are we gonna get for him?
You tell me something, what do you think about 2,500 for him?
Here, 25, 25. Can we get 25?
Anybody bid 25? Can we get $1,000?
- (T-BIRD GRUNTS, WHINNIES) - (BANGING, RATTLING)
- MAN: Back, back. - Oh, you gotta let...
you gotta let him think about it.
He's... You're trying to rush him too much.
All right.
Go. Go on.
No, no, man, you gotta take it easy.
I'm serious. This is...
He's gonna blow up on you.
Back. It's okay.
That's it. That's right.
Right.
(T-BIRD WHINNIES)
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE IN DISTANCE)
(SIGHS, SNIFFS)
MYLES: Okay, just remember, all the proceeds of the auction
will go directly to the Bureau of Land Management's
Wild Mustang Conservation Program.
Remember along with me, folks,
these horses need your help.
And we've come to the final horse and rider
of today's auction.
- Hey. Hey. - (HUFFS)
- MYLES: Marquis... - Calm down.
- ...and Roman Coleman. - Come on.
- (CROWD CHEERING) - (NEIGHING)
Hey.
Let's go.
(NEIGHING)
(CROWD GASPING)
- Damn it! - (NEIGHING)
(CROWD MURMURING, CHUCKLING)
- You didn't see that coming? - (CHEERING)
(INMATES LAUGHING)
Goddamn, Roman.
That's what's up! (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah, man. - Way to go, boy.
Way to go.
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
Hey, hey, show it off!
- Yee-haw! - (APPLAUSE DIES DOWN)
- Good boy. - AUCTIONEER: All right, folks,
and what are we gonna get for him?
I want to get 1,500.
15, want 15, want 15, want 1,500.
$1,000. 500 here, now 600.
I'm at five. Want to get 600.
600, sir. 600, now seven.
Seven. You want to give seven, ma'am?
Seven. Now 800, sir.
Eight, eight. Want to get eight, eight.
Your turn. Now 800, now nine, now nine, now nine.
Yep! Now 1,000. I'm at nine.
Want to get, want to get $1,000.
$1,000. Thank you. Now 1,100.
11 to buy him. You want to give 11 for him?
11, 11 to buy him, 11 would, 11, 11, ten and a half.
11 and a half. 11 and a half.
Can we get 11 and a half? Now 12.
12, now half. Can we get 12 and a half?
11. Can we get 12 and a half to buy him?
11 to buy him. You want to give 11 for him?
11, 11 to buy him, 11 would, 11, 11, ten and a half.
(VOICE FADING): 11 and a half. 11 and a half.
Can we get 11 and a half? Now 12.
12, now half. Can we get 12 and a half?
- ♪ - (PANTING)
(MUFFLED, DISTORTED CHEERING)
(ROMAN CONTINUES PANTING)
(AUCTIONEER CONTINUES, VOICE DISTORTED)
(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING LOUDLY)
Marquis! Marquis!
(SCREAMS)
(CROWD GROANING, MURMURING)
MAN: Somebody help him!
(ROMAN GROANING, YELLING)
- (HUFFS, NEIGHS) - (ROMAN GRUNTS)
MYLES: Thomas!
Thomas, get in there!
- MAN: Somebody grab him! - (MARQUIS NEIGHS)
MYLES: Get the ketamine and control him!
(GASPING)
(CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
- Help me! Help me! - (MARQUIS NEIGHS)
(WIND WHISTLING SOFTLY)
(MUFFLED THUMPING, CREAKING)
- (KNOCKING) - Yeah.
(DOOR OPENS)
GUARD: I have Coleman here, sir.
- Bring him in. - Come on in, Coleman.
- (WIND WHISTLING) - (CHAINS CLINKING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Well, get that shit off his wrists.
Yes, sir.
(KEYS JINGLING)
MYLES: Thank you, bud.
You wait outside, that'd be cool.
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
- (DOOR OPENS) - Have a seat.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- See there? - (ROMAN GROANS SOFTLY)
42 years ago, me in the saddle.
(MYLES CHUCKLES)
You wanted to see me, sir?
They're shutting the program down.
I'm really sorry, sir.
You're sorry?
Jesus Christ, don't tell me you're sorry.
Go out there and tell your horse you're sorry.
'Cause when the vet gets here...
(SIGHS) he's gonna put him down.
- What are you talking about? - That surprises you?
You have to remember something.
I've worked with horses a long goddamn time.
And some you can break...
...and some you can't.
And you know what else is a real shame?
(LAUGHING): The humpty-dumpty way
they put that goddamn fence back together again.
With adhesive tape.
Just like on your head... adhesive tape.
To mend a fucking fence? Jesus Christ.
(DOOR OPENS)
- (WIND WHISTLING) - (DOOR CLOSES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(BANGING)
(BANGING CONTINUES)
Marquis.
(MARQUIS HUFFS)
(MARQUIS PANTING)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Come on. Come on.
(WHISPERS): Come on.
Yeah.
(MARQUIS HUFFING)
(GRUNTING)
Come here. Come here.
Hurry up.
(PANTING)
(MARQUIS GRUNTS)
(ROMAN GRUNTING, PANTING)
Fuck.
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT BLARING OVER SPEAKER)
Come here. Come here.
- (WHINNIES) - Get in there.
- (ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES) - That's it.
Wait a minute.
- No. Come on. - (ALARM BLARING)
No. Come on.
Go there. Go there.
Marquis. Marquis.
Marquis.
You got to go. When I say go, you go.
Okay?
Marquis, get out of here.
Get out there!
(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)
GUARD: Down now!
Coleman, get on the fucking ground!
I'm not going anywhere!
- I'm not going anywhere. - Get on your knees!
I promise, I'm not going anywhere!
Get on your knees! Put your hands on your head!
Onto the ground!
- (HANDCUFFS JINGLING) - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- (HANDCUFFS CLICKING) - (PANTING)
(WIND WHISTLING, BIRDS CHIRPING)
MARTHA: When I was six, I, uh,
started to write letters of support to your parole board.
But your parole was always denied, so...
I thought it was my fault that you were still in prison,
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) because I...
I wasn't a good enough writer.
Then, when I got older, I understood.
You didn't want to get out.
So I stopped writing.
I kept one of those letters.
"My dad is fun.
Send him back home."
Next time, I'll bring Martin.
He's your grandson.
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
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