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Meet me out back, all right?

Hello.

Hi.

Hi. You must be Charley. Lynn.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

You want some breakfast?

Sure. Yeah.

Where'd you get the food?

Well, I made your dad
go to the grocery store

'cause all you had in the fridge
was beer and Cap'n Crunch,

which I'm betting was yours.

So?

Well, you don't need to keep
cereal in the refrigerator, you know?

Oh, well, we got roaches.

One of them got in
the last box I left out.

Determined little fuckers, huh?

Uh, is it okay if I
get a glass of water?

Yeah, of course. It's
your house, isn't it?

Charley, you take
my fucking belt again?

No!

Well, then we must
have been robbed...

Never mind...

- You meet Lynn?
- Yeah, we met.

Met her at work.

She's a secretary.

Front office. Hmm?

- Go ahead, have a seat.
- Where's my...

It's almost ready.

How far did you
run today, kiddo?

I found a horse track.
Just around here.

Have you seen it?

I've driven past it.

- We should go sometime.
- Mm-hmm.

- All right, here you go.
- Oh!

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Mmm.
- Good?

- Delicious.
- Mm-hmm?

All right, it's that time.
I'm gonna get ready.

Oh...

Is she your new girlfriend?

Is she gonna be?

I don't know. Why?
Do you wanna fuck her?

I like her better than Marlene.

Marlene was
smart for a stripper.

Marlene was mean.

And she couldn't
cook like this either.

- Lynn and I just work together, you know.
- Plus she's married.

Really?

Well, she's separated, but
her husband's a Samoan.

So, he'll probably cut my
head off with a machete.

- What's a Samoan?
- Big motherfuckers, that's what.

They play football.

Is he gonna be mad?

Ah...

She said he moved in with some
other woman, so who knows?

Is he gonna come here?

Hell, Charley, I'm just talking.

Plus, he doesn't
know where we live.

So, don't worry about it, huh?

What did you do last night?

Um, I just watched TV.

Yeah? Watched TV?
Anything good on?

No, nothing.

All right, let's get a move
on, we're gonna be late.

See you around, Charley.

Oh, thanks for breakfast.
You're a really good cook.

Anytime.

You gonna be okay
on your own today?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah? Here.

Oh, thanks, Dad.

Sorry I can't give you more.

Oh, don't worry about it.
This is... I don't need any more.

Don't wait up, okay?

- Hear that?
- Yeah.

He likes your cooking.
Said you're a good cook.

Ah, you motherfucking,
cocksucking fuck!

Hey, what are you doing?

Me?

Yeah, there's no one else here.

- I was just running.
- All right, you strong?

- I don't know.
- Come here.

You know what time it is?

It's about 7:00.

Right, I got to load two horses
and get to Wenatchee by 1:00,

and I got a fucking
flat, all right?

My hand is killing
me. How about...

how about you get those lug
nuts off, I'll give you ten bucks?

Come on, ten bucks.

Yeah, keep going, keep going.

Keep going.

- I'm Del, by the way.
- I'm Charley.

- What's in...
- Wenatchee? A race.

- A horse race?
- Well, yeah, a horse race.

What do you think goes
in this trailer? Dogs?

Hey, would you need help?

- Help with what?
- With anything.

- How old are you?
- I'm 16.

You know much about horses?

Not really.

Would your... Would your folks be
okay with you spending the night away?

'Cause I... I can't drive
there and back in a day.

Where would we be staying?

I'm just gonna
sleep in the truck.

You can sleep wherever
you want, I don't care.

You got a sleeping bag?

Yeah, would we have
time to go and get it?

- Where do you live?
- Delta Park.

Yeah, let's go get it.

Hey, how much would
you be paying me?

Twenty-five dollars.
Take it or leave it.

- Okay. I'll take it.
- All right. Get in. Come on, let's go.

Gotta get these
damn horses loaded.

- Those boots feel okay? They too big?
- No, these are great.

You don't want to lose your fucking
toes with the shoes you were wearing.

How many horses live in here?

Well, when the races start,
there's... could be up to 50 in a row,

and there's about 25 rows,
so it's over 1,000 horses.

How many of them are yours?

Shit, I used to have... 20
or so. Now I got about six.

All right, this is
Tumbling Through.

Be careful. He's
a biter, all right?

If he goes for you, just smack
him on the nose, he'll quit.

Just take him out there
and wait for me, all right?

- Straight down there?
- Stay down there.

Take him, just go.

Come on, you lazy piece of crap.

Come on. Don't give
me any of your shit today.

Don't let him stop on you.

If he tries to stop, just
give him a quick pull.

If he pulls away from you,
just give him a harder pull.

Never let go of the rope.

If you let go of it, he'll
fucking run on you.

Come on, come on, come on.

No, no, what are you doing? Don't
wrap the rope around your hand.

That's a good fucking
way to lose your hand.

Here, let's switch.

This one's a pussy.

Just wait.

Come on, come on.

- What's this one's name?
- Lean On Pete.

Get in.

How old are the two horses?

Uh, Tumbling Through is
two. He's green, but he can run.

Lean On Pete is five.

He's a piece of shit, but
he's good enough for this.

- You know what a Quarter Horse is?
- No.

Quarter Horse is a breed.

In racing, they're sprinters.
Anything from 100 to 400 yards.

The tracks don't give a shit
about Quarter Horses anymore.

Maybe Los Alamitos, but... you
won't see me again in California.

Why not?

In this one?

Yes, go ahead, come on.

Do you know how to drive?

Uh, yeah.

You sure? I don't want
you messing up my truck.

My dad has a van. He
lets me drive it sometimes.

Yeah, but this one's tricky.

I'll be fine.

All right. Take the truck,
park it around over there.

I want you to clean
the shit out of the trailer.

There's a broom and a
shovel in the bed of the truck.

Then come back here
and find me, all right?

- Okay.
- I'm gonna go race Tumbling Through.

Shut that gate.

You better not
fucking lose today.

You know what happens if you do.

Hey, don't run. Walk.

And they're off!

Where's Tumbling
Through? Did he win?

He bowed a
tendon, so I sold him.

I got enough
fucked-up horses as it is.

Who did you sell him to?

He's going to Mexico. Hold that.

Is he in a lot of pain?

- It's not my problem anymore.
- What is that stuff?

Here, stay here.
It's just vitamins.

Come here, come here.

Get in there. Good boy.

- Good boy.
- What kind of vitamins?

What did I tell you about
too many questions?

Zip that up and
put it in the truck.

You gonna fucking
win today, huh?

It's up to you. It's up to you.

All right? Come on.

All right, all right. Open
the gate. Come on.

It's your first race?

Yeah.

Don't blink. It's over
in, like, two seconds.

Come on!

Come on, you... Come
on! Oh, what the fuck?

Come on. Come on!

Did you see how
fast he was going?

He ain't fast.

If he hadn't beat that slug,
I would've slit his throat.

Pete ain't fast, the
other horse is just a pig.

Now, listen.

I want you to walk him down
that road and cool him off.

Then we got to get the
hell out of here, all right,

before those fuckers get drunk
and want their money back.

Come on.

All right. There you go.

Uh, this is a 50.

I know. You did good today.

Now let's get Pete and
put him in the paddock.

Hey, Pete.

How you doing?

Where you been?

I left a note. I got a job.

What kind of job?

Uh, working for this guy
named Del at the horse track.

And that's who
you went off with?

Yeah.

We went up to this ranch in
Washington for a race and...

Where did you sleep?

On the bed of his truck.

I got $50.

- Fifty bucks?
- Yeah.

And this guy seems all right?

I guess.

I mean, he paid me.

I got more food.

He get you those
fancy boots, too?

Oh, these are just so
I don't break my toes.

Well, ain't you a piece of work.

You know, I was a cook for two
years once I dropped out of school.

Yeah, I know.

It's no way to live, though.

Getting up at 4:00 every morning.
Getting hit by grease all day.

People complaining,
orders backing up, it's...

it's no way to live.

Yeah, but you get free food.

Yeah, you get free food.

But let me tell you,
you end up hating food.

But there are waitresses.

- Hmm.
- You like waitresses, don't you?

Yeah, I guess.

The best women

have all been
waitresses at some point.

So, what have you learned?

Mmm...

Don't be a cook.

And...

go out with waitresses.

Boom.

Besides being a hotshot
athlete and getting a job,

you're smart, too.

No, not over your neck. Drape
the rope over your shoulder.

Good, all right. Come on.

It's okay. It's okay.

Hey, hey, hey...

- Slow down, slow down.
- You remember what I told you yesterday?

Yep.

Hook him up before you take the
rope off. 'Cause he'll run on you.

Good.

See that, Bob?
This kid's a natural.

Yeah. He's a good kid.

And he ain't afraid of a hard day's
work like some of these other kids.

Come on, Pete, it's all right.

Just relax your arm.

You're walking.

I know. I know.
You're just excited.

- You did real good.
- Come on, Pete.

You got it.

Just happy.

There you go, keep
moving, keep moving.

Stay ahead of him.

Yeah, yeah.

You singing a song?

Oh.

- There you go, hon.
- Thanks.

Put it on my tab, Cindy.

Mmm.

Jeez, you don't have
any manners, do you?

What did I do wrong?

You just wolfed down half a
sandwich before I even started.

You don't just shovel
food in your mouth like it's...

You're not a pig, are you?

No.

Then let yourself chew.

I don't know how you get
it down without choking.

You gotta chew your food.
What does your mom say?

I don't know. I don't know her.

Well, does your dad
have any manners?

I don't know. I guess I
haven't really noticed.

Did your mom leave
you or something?

Yeah.

And she never showed up again?

No.

Huh. That's something you
don't hear about too often.

Mom leaving her kid.

She must've been a real piece.

You don't have a stepmom?

More coffee?

Uh, no.

Thanks.

That's a shame.

A kid needs a mother.

There's my Aunt Margy.

Yeah? Do you see her?

No, not really.

Her and my dad got in a big
fight, and they don't speak anymore.

Fight about what?

Me, I guess.

Yeah, what did you do wrong?

Nothing.

I was just 12 and...

my dad went away for a
few days with some girl,

and Aunt Margy found
out, and she got pretty mad.

She wanted me to
live with her instead.

But you didn't?

No.

Look, Charley, look, if we're
gonna be eating together,

you gotta get some manners.

But don't be asking me, okay?

Because I don't have time to
teach you everything, all right?

All right.

I'm gonna go home.
That's it for today.

You can take off, too.

There's your pay.

Why is this less than last week?

I just bought you
lunch, didn't I?

And I'm letting
you go home early.

Open the fucking door!

Look, calm down, buddy!
I didn't do fucking nothing.

I heard what you
two did tonight!

Dad, what's going on?

Charley, get the fuck
back in your room.

Shit.

Come in. Come in.

Calm down. Calm
down. Maybe I can help.

You wanna talk about
it? I'll get you a beer.

We should have a beer
together. Just stop. Shh.

Fuck you.

Dad!

Stop it! Get off... Charley!

Oh...

You okay? You okay?

Okay...

Okay, okay, okay...

Call 911!

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

Okay, I'm gonna be
right back, okay? Okay.

Call 911, please!

My dad is really hurt!

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

No, no, no...

- Where are they taking him?
- To Samaritan.

- Is he gonna be okay?
- Why don't we get out of the road?

Can you tell us what
happened tonight?

I don't know.

I was just asleep, and this
guy started beating on the door,

and he broke the lock.

Do you know his name?

No.

But my dad was seeing this lady,
and she was married to this Samoan.

And what's her name?

Um, Lynn.

- I don't know her last name.
- How old are you?

I'm 15.

Do you have someone
to look after you tonight?

My aunt's coming.

Are you sure?

Yeah, she's on
her way right now.

All right. Wait here a minute.

We'll be right back.

We should call Family Services.

Give me the number,
I can call them.

So, your dad just
got out of surgery,

so he's gonna look
a little bit messed up.

The glass actually ended
up cutting his bowels,

so it seeped an
infection into his gut.

- Is that serious?
- Yes.

It's very serious. It's
like he's been poisoned.

Okay, I'm gonna
leave you two alone.

Just try not too much talking...

...your dad needs to rest.

Hey.

Does it hurt?

No.

They got me pretty doped up.

You're gonna be okay?

I hope so.

Do you think he's
gonna come back?

No. He won't be back.

Big fucker.

Yeah.

He's the biggest
guy I've ever seen.

I'm sorry...

that he threw you
through the door like that.

Hey.

I'm gonna be fine.

- You should go home. Get some sleep.
- Mmm. No, no.

I'm gonna stay right here, okay?

- I'm not gonna be much company.
- I'm gonna stay right here.

- It's okay.
- Yeah.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna stay right here.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, Dad.

Do you think you could give
me the number for Aunt Margy?

Why?

Well, just so I could call her.

I think... maybe she
could help right now.

We can take care of ourselves.

You and me.

We don't need anyone's help.

No, I know.

But...

with you being here and...

me being back home, uh...

You know what you need to do?

You need to go home,
get a good night's sleep.

You're the only one working,
you know. We need that money.

I ain't gonna get
shit being laid up.

So, it's up to you.

Okay.

Hey, buddy.

Just me.

Hey.

I'm gonna be staying next door
for a little while until Dad gets better.

Promise not to tell Del.

You know he
wouldn't like it much.

It's gonna be fun,
'cause I'm gonna...

get to come visit
you a lot more.

No, I understand,

but can you tell him that
I'll be away for the night,

but that I'll be back tomorrow?

- Sure, I'll tell him.
- Now you promise you'll tell him that?

Yes, I promise I'll tell him.

He's doing fine.

- Okay. - Don't worry.

Yeah, thank you very much.

Charley, hurry the fuck up!

All right, you too. Thank you.

There she is.

Move over.

Get in the front.

Hey.

This is Charley.

- Hey, Charley, I'm Bonnie.
- Are you a jockey?

She's too fat to
be a real jockey.

Ugh, I just lost seven
pounds. I'm down to 122.

Yeah?

I swear to God. Get a
fucking scale right now.

Oh yeah, okay.

So, what do you
like to do, Charley?

When Del here isn't making
you do all his dirty work?

- I run. I play football.
- At school?

Yeah. But not yet.

I played in Spokane. I
was on the freshman team.

We won eight games in a row.

What position?

Corner. And
sometimes wide receiver.

But... I'm too little
to play anything else.

I'm waiting to lift weights
until I stop growing.

I haven't grown in six
months, so... maybe soon.

Why did you move to Portland?

My dad moved here for work.

- What does he do?
- Can we not talk?

I ain't talking to you.
I'm talking to the kid.

I was tired of talking to you 15
minutes after I met you 20 years ago.

That's a good one.

Just tell it like I see it.

Is it hard being a girl jockey?

It isn't easy, that's for sure.

I used to work out horses up at
the track for a couple of trainers.

They always promised me rides.

And then when it came
time, never called my name.

So, I just had to wait around for
the horses no one else wanted to ride.

Did you ever get hurt?

Yeah, once at a race in Union,
which is way out in Eastern Oregon,

I was in the gate,

this horse reared up,
flipped over backwards,

and I couldn't get out.

He landed on me.

- What happened?
- Broke my pelvis, punctured a lung.

My mom was there.

She saw me on the ground,
screaming out in pain.

All she said was, "You're not too
hurt to run in the seventh, are you?"

Got a job at Red
Lobster after that.

I like that place.

I went to the one in Spokane
with my dad for my 13th birthday.

But then I went back.
And that's what happens.

I started riding for this guy that
made Del look like a good guy.

I mean, a real pervert.

He liked to watch
girls taking a piss.

Then there was another
horse that spooked.

Threw me into the rail,
and I broke my back.

- Shit.
- It was worse for the horse.

Broke both his forelegs.

Something I'd hardly
ever seen before.

Hey, what can I get you?

- Uh, elephant ear.
- All righty.

And then what?

Then I met Del. He lets me ride.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Sometimes I think I might quit.

There's only so many times
you can fall down, right?

You could go back
to Red Lobster.

That I could.

Yeah!

Hey, Bonnie?

What?

I heard someone
down by the track

saying that Del runs his
horses into the ground.

You think he'll
do that with Pete?

Well, it's true. If Del's broke, he'll
run his horses every two weeks.

Sometimes even once a week.

And is he broke?

He's broke a lot more
than he used to be.

We haven't done the fair circuit in
a long while. We're here now, so...

Don't worry about Pete.

He's a Quarter Horse, so
he's got that going for him.

And he's probably
been laid up for a while.

Listen, you can't get
attached to the horse.

Why not?

'Cause you can't think of them as pets.
They're here to race and nothing else.

If they lose too
much, they get fired.

Just the way it is.

Come on, let's get going.

This race is a
Quarter Horse event.

Just a 200-yard dash
down the straightaway.

Don't blink or
you might miss it.

Here's Bonnie Durand riding
number one, Lean On Pete.

Come on, Pete.

Lean On Pete into
gate one on the inside.

Lean On Pete and
Bonnie broke well down...

Faster, Pete.

- Come on!
- Go, go!

...but it's all Lean On Pete.

Lean On Pete and Bonnie
Durand hit it with ease.

- We won!
- Yeah.

Did you see?

No.

Holy shit.

- He won, right?
- Yes.

Here.

- Did you get rid of it?
- Yep.

Looks like Rodriguez is
gonna send out a search party.

Don't worry about it.

Is he okay?

Yeah, he just ran faster
than he should have.

What are the tests for?

They test the winner for drugs.

Did Del give him something?

- Is that why he ran fast?
- No. Keep your voice down.

What did you tell
him you got rid of?

A buzzer.

- What's that?
- Don't worry, they won't find it.

Yeah, but what is that?

Just gives the
horse a little shock.

What kind of shock?

Hi.

We good?

Let's get the fuck out of here.

- See you, Richie.
- All right.

Man, that Rodriguez is
one suspicious son of a bitch.

Huh. I wonder why?

Don't worry, he's fine.

So, what do you think
about all this, Charley?

What do you mean?

You know, working
the backside...

surrounded by horse shit.

Being here in the
asshole of nowhere.

I like working the horses.

And we need the money, so...

Hey, you should do something else
before there's nothing else you can do.

Shit, I used to like
horses, too, you know.

Now sometimes I feel like I
wanna punch myself in the face

if I ever see a horse again.

Got the good stuff.

I'm okay. I think I'm gonna
make a phone call if that's all right.

Yeah, why don't you go
get something to eat, too?

- I know you must be hungry.
- I just don't have any money.

Well, shit, I could
pay you right now.

Are you sure?

Hey, any day I make more than I
spend on these goddamn horses

is a good day in my book.

Bon appétit.

Thanks.

All right, well...

See you guys later.

- Can you wake him?
- No, he needs his sleep.

All right, but he got my note?

Yes, I told him.

Okay. Yeah, no, as
long as he got my...

- Okay, Charley.
- Thank you.

Operator.

Hi, I'm looking for a number.

Um, for Margy Thompson.

Which county?

Yeah, no, she lives in
Rock Springs, Wyoming.

I'm sorry, there's
no listing for her.

There's no one at all?

No.

Maybe if you check
under Margaret.

Okay.

Can you check that?

Yeah, I'm sorry,
nothing's coming up.

Okay. Never mind.

- Here you are, sweetheart.
- Oh, I didn't order that.

That's on the house.

Thank you very much.

He don't look that bad yet.

He looks like he's
walking on nails to me.

You don't think he's
navicular, do you?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

We'll see how he goes
down at Grants Pass.

You think he'll be
rested enough by then?

He's gonna have to be. I'm not
wasting my good horses down there.

Tell you one thing, if I had a gun,
I'd probably shoot him right now.

But he just won.

And you raced him too hard.

Listen, kid, things
are changing.

The race meet starts soon,
and we're gonna have a lot to do,

so we can't fuck
around, you got that?

Let's load up and get back.

Like I said, Charley,
he's not a pet.

He's just a horse.

Charley!

- Hey, where's my dad?
- Hey.

We tried calling you at the
house. Where you been?

- Has he gone home?
- Listen, come with me.

- Where the hell is he?
- Um...

Why don't you go have a
seat in his room over here?

Okay.

- Is he with you?
- I'm gonna be right back, okay?

Just give me a minute.

Charley.

I'm really sorry,
but he didn't make it.

What do you mean,
he didn't make it?

Okay, so that cut
that was in his bowel,

there was one that didn't
show up on the X-ray,

and so that became
septic. And then his organs...

- I don't understand.
- Okay. I'm really sorry.

Listen, he wasn't in any pain.
He was asleep when it happened.

You said he was
okay two days ago.

Okay, I need you to give
me a number of somebody...

I wouldn't have gone
if he wasn't okay.

Charley, listen. Do you
have someone I can call...

You said he was asleep.

- Did he get my note, or was he asleep?
- Um... I'm sorry, Charley,

but I need to call
someone for you.

- Just give me a number.
- There is nobody.

Okay.

Okay. Um, well, we
can figure this out.

I'm gonna go talk
to Family Services.

You stay here. I'm
gonna get a phone.

Charley!

Charley!

Leave me alone!

...a nd a good start for Easy
Gainer down towards the inside,

Dander showing good
speed. Wide Eyed Willy...

...down to these two... photo
finish! Might have been Easy Gainer.

Well, folks, that does close out
the show for the exhibition day races.

But don't forget, opening
day is coming up tomorrow,

and it's gonna be
one heck of a day.

First post time is at 11 o'clock a.m.,
and races going throughout the day.

We can't wait to see you for
opening day at Portland Downs.

Tomorrow's a big day.

I know your foot's been hurting,
and I know you lost at Grants Pass,

but it's gonna be okay.

I'm gonna talk to Bonnie.

I'll get her to ride you.

I know she'll help us.

Here we are.

Here. You want one?

There you go.

You gotta try and win tomorrow.

Okay? You hear me?

You gotta try and win.

Hey, Bonnie.

Hey, Charley. Long time no see.

Del put Pete in
the claiming race.

- I saw.
- You need to ride him.

I can't, Charley. It's
already decided. It's printed.

I'm riding Mr. High
Pockets in the same race.

Yeah, but maybe
they can swap them.

- Or you can persuade Del.
- Doesn't work like that. No.

Mr. High Pockets is Del's best horse,
I have to ride him. Plus I need a win.

Yeah, but Pete's never
gonna win if you don't ride him.

I hate to say it, but I don't think
there's much chance of him winning,

even if I was riding.

Well, if he doesn't win, then
he's not gonna get claimed.

And if he doesn't get claimed,

then he's gonna
go down to Mexico.

- Isn't he?
- Charley...

They don't slaughter horses
here, but I know they do down there.

I'm right, aren't I?

If his feet are fucked,
then they're fucked.

So, they're just gonna kill him?

Just 'cause his feet are fucked?

Like I said before, if
a racehorse isn't fast,

then he's no good
as a racehorse.

This is the end of the line.

There's no lower tracks.
It's just the way it is.

Come inside, I'll
get you a soda.

I mean, back in the '80s it was,
right? But now people don't give a shit.

They just want to sit in front
of their goddamn computer.

Right. Or else they go to the
fucking mall like that's a big day out.

Jeez. Buy designer
jeans or something.

Longacres. That
was a real track, right?

- Remember that place, Bonnie?
- Sure.

Longacres. That's where
your mom, rest in peace,

she won her first race.

By the way, your mother
was a decent jock for a woman.

You think you can persuade
him not to race Pete today?

But even in the '90s, it
was still kind of all right.

And you could trust the jocks.

Not like now.

The jocks are all backstabbers.

No offense. I know your
daughter's a jock, too...

- Want a Coke?
- Yeah, sure.

Didn't you used to go
out with Gail Evans?

That was a time.

All right, just do your
best today, okay?

And here's number
six, Lean On Pete,

for trainer Del Montgomery.

Pete's a five-year-old, and
he's had a decent year so far

running on the fair circuit.

He won over at Burns, but
came fourth down at Grants Pass.

Tonight he's being ridden
byjockey José Alfaro.

In the number five
slot is Mr. High Pockets.

He'll be ridden
byjockey Bonnie Durand.

Del Montgomery
also trains this runner.

An interesting long shot
could be More Money Honey.

She's 14 to 1 right now.

All right, just win the
fucking race, Bonnie.

As the horses get set to come
onto the track for the next race.

Folks, just a couple
of minutes to post time

as the horses make their
way toward the starting gate.

Heavy favorite right now
is Excessive Jubilation.

Still got a few minutes
left to make your wagers.

More Money Honey will be next.

Mr. High Pockets and
Bonnie Durand in gate five.

And finally, Lean On Pete.

They're in the gate.

- Come on, Bonnie.
- And the race is on.

Get him out front.

A very good start for Mr. High
Pockets, who goes right out to the front.

Mr. Rear Tidal Wave
in the second spot.

Here's Excessive
Jubilation, who's away in third.

With a hundred yards to go,

it's all Mr. High Pockets...

Excessive Jubilation
finished up third,

Lean On Pete finished last.

So, folks, that does close out the show
for live racing here at Portland Downs.

We thank you
forjoining us tonight.

Please drive home safely.

Good night, everyone.

Bonnie.

You see me win? I
won twice. Fucking twice!

I'm gonna buy you a beer,
okay? I want us to buy Pete.

You can ride him, and
I can take care of him.

Yeah, let's do it!

No, I'm being serious.

I'm sure you are.

Charley. Get over here.

I need you to pick up the truck.

Why?

Hook up the small trailer.
We gotta load Pete in tonight.

Where's he going?

I'm selling him.

I'll buy him.

What? With what money?

And where are you gonna
keep him? Not in my stalls.

I don't want him going to
Mexico. He's a good horse.

Oh.

Go get the fucking truck.

What the fuck are
you waiting for? Now!

Charley, you don't
want that beer?

Don't worry, it's okay.

Del's selling Pete.

He told me to load him
up and park him in the lot.

Sign here.

Thanks.

And what can I get for you?

Um...

I'd like a, uh... 27
regular, please.

Sure thing, honey.

Hey, what are you looking for?

You better not be
eating anything.

I mean it.

You need a minute?

Um... I don't think so, uh...

could I get the chicken-fried steak
dinner with baked potato and soup

and a large Coke?
And then, um...

could I have two
cheeseburgers to go?

You're hungry.

Shit.

- Take your time.
- Thank you.

Hey. You forgot to
pay for that, huh?

Get off of me.

- I don't have any money.
- You don't have any money?

What a surprise.

Sherriff's office.

Yeah, put me on to the sheriff. This
is Mitch, down at the Apple Peddler.

Whoa! No. You sit down.

What's your name, huh?

Yeah, hello? Yeah.

Yeah, we got a
dine-and-dash down here.

Yeah, I want him down here now.

- Bus just showed up.
- Okay.

- How many?
- Twenty or so.

Driver wants to talk to you.

You don't let him leave.

Stealing from a
waitress is pretty low.

I'm sorry.

I was just hungry, and I
spent all my money on gas.

Where are you headed?

- Wyoming.
- Why?

My aunt used to live there,
and I'm trying to find her.

Maybe the sheriff
can help you find her.

I can't go with the sheriff.

Why?

Because I can't.

There's 28 of them.
They all want food.

I don't know what to do.

Not gonna leave him alone in the
office, but we only got 45 minutes

till those people are on a
bus back to Winnemucca.

I shouldn't say this,
but just let him go.

What? Are you kidding me?

- You saw how much food he ordered?
- Just let him go.

Fuck. Come on.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Don't worry, don't worry.

It's gonna be okay.

Shh.

Pete, hey.

It's okay.

Hey, hey, hey...

Don't worry, it's okay.

It's okay, it's just a car.

Don't worry, you're fine.

Hey, hey!

Hey! Hey! It's okay.

Hey! It's okay. Come on.

It's okay. You're
okay, Pete. It's okay.

Come on, Pete. It's okay.

Hey, hey, hey.

Good boy.

Hey, hey, hey.

I was just thinking about, uh...

my friend back in Spokane.

He was called Colin,
and he was a linebacker.

He used to invite
me over to his house,

which was pretty cool.

First time I went over there...

Well, see, he had three sisters,

and we were all sitting
by the kitchen table.

This big kitchen table.

We just ate breakfast,

and they just laughed
and talked and...

they liked each other.

He...

His mother was there, too,
and she had this bathrobe

and she...

she would make pancakes,
and, Pete, I love pancakes.

It was the nicest
place I've ever seen.

I thought about calling
Colin and his family

after what happened...

with Dad, but... I didn't.

I thought about calling a bunch
of people from Spokane, too.

The truth is,

I don't mind telling you this,

I didn't wanna beg for anything.

And I didn't...

I didn't want them to
know what I was living like.

If they ever thought of me, I'd
rather them think of me as being okay.

Playing football and
hanging out with Dad.

I'd rather them never see
me again than see me like this.

Me and Margy,

we used to go
camping all the time

whenever my dad needed
time to himself and...

there was this one time we just

sat around a fire, and
there was no one around.

Just the trees and
the mountains and...

we counted the stars,

and we tried to name them.

And then eventually the...

eventually, the fire,
it started going out.

And so we started to lie down
and get ready for bed and...

eventually, we were lying down,
and we were both kind of scared.

And, um...

And that's when Margy
sat up, and she said,

"Is it all right
if we just left?

It's getting spooky, and
I'm just kind of scared."

And I was young,
so I said, "I am, too."

And we went back to her house.

And we just stayed up
watching TV all night.

And we camped there
the rest of the weekend.

Just watching TV.

I think that...

I think that she must
have a nice house and...

if we went, as long as
we behaved ourselves,

she'd let us stay, too.

I think so.

Yep?

Oh, fuck me. Are you all
right, kid? You look awful.

My truck broke
down on the highway.

- How did you get all the way out here?
- I walked.

You should not be walking
in the fucking desert.

My horse needs water.
Do you mind if I get some?

- Who's that?
- It's a kid with a horse.

What kind of horse?

He's a racehorse.

- Like, a "racehorse," racehorse?
- Yeah.

No shit.

- What's the horse's name?
- Pete.

That ain't much of
a name for a horse.

There's a phone on
the microwave in there

if you wanna call
somebody about your truck.

Dude, that's my controller.

- Oh, yeah.
- Man, I was racing.

Oh, I bet you were.
That what you call it?

- I was racing!
- You call it racing?

What do you call it?

I thought you were just twiddling
with your little fiddle over there.

See, this is why they
don't let you drive...

The line's busy.

Where were you
taking the horse to?

Wyoming.

Why?

I'm supposed to drop him off.

You're in a world of
shit then, aren't you?

Yeah, I guess.

You can use my phone
until you find someone.

I'm Mike, that there is Dallas.

Friendly fire.

I'm Charley.

Drink some fucking water, Charley.
I don't need you dying in my kitchen.

All right, man...

- Hey - Whoa!

All right!

Giddup. Giddup.

Stubborn fucker, this guy.

Maybe he just doesn't
wanna be ridden.

Course he does,
kid. He's a horse.

Hiyah! Come on. Let's go.

Hey, be careful of his foot.

Foot's fine, kid.

- Let's go.
- You gonna get on him next?

- I've never ridden a horse before.
- Really?

Well, Mike will
teach you what to do.

- I don't want to.
- Why not?

He's just not for riding.
Not by me at least.

Sloppy Joes have arrived!

Sloppy Joes!

Sloppy Joes are here.

Hey, who is that?

That's Mr. Kendall.

Oh hey, and Laurie, too.

Come on, Charley!

So, what's it like being back?

I'm not sure.

You boys...

you done us a good
service over there.

Well, we done
something all right.

We had a buddy who
lost both his legs and...

got a concussion so bad
he couldn't talk anymore.

Another one had to shoot a guy.

Said the head just blew off.

Body just stood there for a
while before it fell to the ground.

Tell him about the girl.

Oh, we saw this
truck get blown up.

This girl...

she just got blown in half.

Like, cut in two.

Split right here.

That was seriously fucked up.

Yep.

But you gotta do what
you gotta do, right?

Food's ready!

That's us.

Let's eat.

What about you, kid?

What about me?

Are you gonna...

join the army like these
boys? Serve your country?

I guess I hadn't
really thought about it.

Laurie, get me another beer.

- You boys want another beer?
- I'm good.

Jesus Christ, if that
girl gets any bigger,

she's not gonna
get up the stairs.

I had to put a
shower in downstairs.

She couldn't get
in the fucking tub.

Last week I caught her

eating a whole goddamn
bag of Snickers in her room.

- You know that's not true.
- A whole goddamn bag. It is so true.

You get so ugly when
you drink, Grandpa.

You wanna see ugly?

You really wanna see ugly?

You're lucky you got someone
looking after you, Mr. Kendall.

Yeah.

- You're probably right.
- Mm-hmm.

You want me to help dry?

If you want.

I like your belt.

It's my dad's.

I like the pictures.

Every time he'd go somewhere
for more than six months,

he'd get something added to it.

From the looks of it, he
must have moved around a lot.

Yeah, I guess.

Thanks.

Can I ask you a question?

Why do you let him
treat you like that?

I don't have
anywhere else to go.

And...

when you don't have
anywhere else to go,

you're kind of stuck.

You want some ice cream?

I think Mike's got
some in the freezer.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

Yeah, sure.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Get in the goddamn car.

Thank you for dinner.

You get her number, Charley?

Lost your chance.

Operator.

Hi, could you connect me
to Rock Springs, Wyoming?

It's a bar.

It's called Scottish
Sam's, I think.

One moment, please.

Thank you.

Please hold.

- Um, hi, I'm looking for Margy Thompson.
- Who?

Yeah, I think she worked there a
few years back and... maybe longer.

Sorry, she doesn't work here.

And I don't know her.

Would anyone else know?

I don't know, Dwaine might know.

All right. When
will Dwaine be in?

He'll be back in
a couple minutes.

- Yeah. Could I get your phone number?
- Yeah, 565...

Just gotta keep going.

This isn't our home,
Pete, come on.

This isn't our home.

Gotta keep going. Come on.

Come on.

You're okay, you're okay.

I used to have a
picture of my mom,

but I threw it away one
night when I was mad.

Her name was Nancy,
and she had real black hair,

and she was real tall.

When I was born, I
stayed with her, but then

she left me with my dad for
a week and never came back.

He said he didn't
know why she left.

But, when I was little,
I'd always ask about it.

And he'd never say anything, but
then, one night, when he was drunk,

he told me that she was the
moodiest person he's ever met.

He said that she'd walk in the room,
and he'd swear she was a different person.

That she'd be mean one
hour, and then nice the next.

Sounds a bit like Del,
if you ask me, right?

And then he said to me...

"Charley, I ain't
gonna lie to you.

She hasn't called or sent a card,
but I know deep down she loves you.

She's just fucked up in the
head and likes to party too much.

I know it's hard to hear, but
it's a good thing she's gone."

Then he said to me...

he said, "I ain't worth shit,
but I like being here with you."

It's okay.

I'm gonna get us
out of here, okay?

I promise.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay, don't
worry. It's okay.

It's just a car. Oh,
it's motorcycles.

Hey, you're okay.
You're okay. Hey! Hey!

Shit! Pete! Shit.

Slow down, Pete!

Come on! Hey!

Hey! Pete!

Watch out!

Hey, hey, hey...

you're okay.

You're okay, you're okay.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay,
you're gonna be okay.

I promise, I promise.

Where's your family?

My family?

- What's your name?
- My name is Charley Thompson.

Okay, Charley, where
did you used to live?

Portland. I lived in Spokane before
that. And Green River before that.

- Fine. Where you heading?
- Wyoming.

- What's in Wyoming?
- My Aunt Margy's in Wyoming.

- So, you're a runaway?
- No.

Well, okay, Charley,
where are your parents?

I don't have any parents.

All right, listen.
Everything's gonna be okay.

We're gonna take you in,
we're gonna get you cleaned up.

We're gonna fix everything.

But just, please, tell
me whose horse this is.

Officer!

Charley, why don't
you wait in the truck?

It's warm in there.

Help the homeless.

What's your name?

Charley.

Harley? Harley?

Charley.

When did you get into town? I
haven't seen you here before.

I'm Silver.

How old are you?

Can you not talk?

I'm 18.

I just got into town yesterday.

Shit.

Newbie.

So, where are you sleeping?

Colfax.

Fuck!

Hey, that's no good.

There's nothing but
junkies around there.

You get fucking raped
and murdered off Colfax.

- I can look after myself.
- Yeah?

All right, well
that's your choice.

Utah.

Idaho.

Uh...

Montana. We were in Montana

for, like, I don't know,
six weeks. It was great.

Want to go to Alaska,

but I don't know if
this thing will make it.

Are you sure she
won't mind me staying?

Martha? Nah.

She's got a brother she hasn't
seen in a long time about your age.

No worries.

Hey, we got a guest.

You can go ahead
and put that there.

Come on in, check it out.

Charley, Martha.

- Hey.
- Martha, Charley.

Go on.

Fix this door.

Hey, do you guys think I
could get a job around here?

I'd do anything.

Yeah, yeah.

There's a lot of jobs around
here for homeless kids.

I'm not homeless.

Well, I hate to break it to you,
but that is exactly what you are.

Anyway, there's
no jobs around here.

Ask the Mexicans.

They're the only ones
that seem to get jobs.

See, she talks.

Could I borrow your phone?

Sorry, man.

Hey, would you guys mind
if I borrowed your phone?

I just need to make
a quick phone call.

All right. There you go.

- Thank you so much.
- Just one call?

Are you gonna stay right here?

Yeah, I'll just stay right here.
Uh, just one phone call, okay?

Yeah, this is Scottish Sam's.

Hi, Dwaine? Is this Dwaine?

This is Charley Thompson.
I'm calling for Margy Thompson.

I heard that you
might know who she is.

Well, sure, I know her.

Well, I knew her.
She ain't here though.

Do you know where she is?

Yeah, she got married
and, uh, moved to Laramie.

Do you know who
she got married to?

A guy named Steve. He
was a chemical salesman.

Uh, you know, she was working
at the library there in Laramie.

Um, do you know what
library she works at?

I don't know. There's
probablyjust the one.

Okay. Have a good day.

All right.

Hi.

What do you want?

I heard you might be hiring.

From who?

From the Mexicans at the
mission. I'm looking for work.

You ever paint houses before?

Uh, we moved around a lot,
my dad and I, and we painted...

- How old are you?
- I'm 16.

- You ever been to jail?
- No.

What's your name?

Del Montgomery.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

Check this out! Hey, Dad!

Over here!

You'll get more once
you do a full week.

Thanks.

- Hey, is he okay?
- No, um...

No, he's, uh...

...not good when he's drunk.

So, if he doesn't pass
out, you should leave.

Okay?

- Want any help with anything?
- No. Mmm-mmm.

You sure?

Yeah.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- You cocksucking little fuck!
- What the fuck, Silver?

Thieving,
good-for-nothing bitch!

What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?

- Get the fuck off me!
- Drinking our water!

- Huh? Eating our food!
- Get off me, man!

- No!
- I want my fucking money!

- I don't have any fucking money, man!
- Bullshit!

- I don't have any!
- Bullshit!

Hey, you got a
job! I know you did!

- That means you got fucking money!
- I don't have any fucking money!

I didn't get paid!

- Martha, grab his fucking arms!
- Get the fuck off me, man!

- Where's the money?
- Leave him alone, please!

- Give me your fucking leg.
- Get the fuck off, man!

I bet you hid it in
your socks, little shit!

Get the fuck off of me.

- Leave him alone!
- You little fucking liar!

- What are you gonna do?
- Give me my money!

- Fucker.
- Please stop!

Get the fuck out of here.

Give me my money!

Give me my money!

Get the hell out of here,
Charley! Just get out!

- Fuck.
- Fuck!

Give me my fucking money back!

Fuck!

Come on!

- Give it back!
- What the fuck?

No!

Jesus Christ!

You...

Get out! Get out!

- This is my fucking money.
- Get the fuck out!

I'm sorry.

We want to invite all passengers

to board for Laramie,
Wyoming, from platform two.

That's platform two for
Laramie, Wyoming. Thank you.

- Want me to take that?
- Thanks.

Charley?

What...

Oh...

Feeling any better?

Oh. I don't know.

I felt really... guilty

not keeping better contact
with you and your dad

after what happened
between him and me.

I'm sorry.

I tried once.

But...

You tried?

Yeah, of course I tried.

You're my little Charley.

Course I tried.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Would it be all right to
stay here for a little bit, um...

as long as your
husband says that's okay.

I'm not letting you go anywhere.

And there's no more husband.

Not anymore.

You stay as long as you want.

You and me.

Can you eat some more pancakes?

You used to have a
really good appetite.

Yeah?

Is it okay if I come in?

Yeah, Charley, come in.

Are you sure?

Yeah, come on in.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

If you wanna kick me out
in, like, a week or so, you can.

I'm not gonna kick you out.

No, but if you want to,
I won't feel bad about it.

I'll be okay.

That's fair.

But maybe if I do get to stay,
then I can finish up my school here?

You have to go to
school, it's the law.

Maybe I'd get to play
football if I get back to school.

Of course.

And the other thing
is, if I have to go to jail,

do you think that I'd
get to come back here?

You're not going to jail.

But if you did, yes.

Okay.

You need to go to sleep.

Get some rest.

I get nightmares.

About my dad.

About...

Pete sometimes.

Just that he's drowning,
and that I can't save him.

I just get really sad
sometimes, I can't save him.

It's okay, Charley.

- I'm here now.
- Mm-hmm.

And the nightmares...

- are gonna get better.
- Yeah?

They might not go
away completely,

but they're gonna get better.

The more good times you have.

And we're gonna have
good times, Charley.

Yeah.

Promise.

I just miss him a lot.

I miss him so much.