All language subtitles for The.Mustang.2019.720p.WEBRip.x264-[YTS.AM]-eng

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(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(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)

(PANTING)

All right.

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?

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)

(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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(MUSIC ENDS)