Born Wild

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[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Objects Sliding ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Sighs ]

Jennings.

It's time.

- Open number two.

- [ Buzzing ]

[ Handcuffs Clicking ]

[ Men Chattering ]

Good luck.

Have you sign there.

There you go.

Will you, uh,

mail those for me?

Sorry.

The mail drop is for inmates only.

This one come in this mornin'.

Thanks.

- [ TV:
Male Reporter Chattering ]

- Oh, thanks.

[ Sighs ]

You, uh,

got a razor?

Scissors?

[ Whispering ] F***.

[ Shower Running ]

[ Hard Rock ]

Here you go.

Thanks.

No problem.

Not a local, are ya?

How's that?

You're not one of 'em?

So, are you just passin' through town?

Somethin' like that.

Yep. Well...

It seems it's always that way.

People goin' somewhere else besides here.

Anyway,

you just let me know if

you need anything else.

[ Whispering ] Hey there.

[ Whispering ] Hey.

Mmm.

How you doin'?

I'm okay.

Yeah? It was nice last night.

Yeah, it was.

I gotta go, C.J.

My kids'll be up soon. [ Inhales ]

[ Voice Quavering ] Maybe

I'll see you again sometime.

I don't think so.

Oh.

Do you mind if I wear this?

No.

[ Sniffles ]

[ Banging On Door ]

[ Banging Continues ]

How's it goin', C.J.?

Figured you'd show up.

Sooner or later.

- Drink?

- No.

- So, how was lockup?

- You've been there.

You tell me.

He your latest and greatest?

Yeah.

He's a good boy. Best we've had

riding with us since you went down.

So, how was that titty bar?

They got some fine p*ssy in

there for a local dive. Am I right?

[ Chuckles ]

This is how it's gonna go down, Billy?

C.J.,

this is not personal.

This is strictly business.

I-I know I should've never

let it go on this long.

- I guess I was hopin'...

- You were hopin' what?

Somebody done it for you on the inside?

- Huh? Well, they tried.

- You know me plenty damn good, man.

I got no choice!

I took a lot of heat for you

when the sh*t hit the fan, man.

You killed one of us.

- Caused a big f***in' mess, man.

- I never ratted you out.

- Or anybody else. Not once.

- I know. I know.

And that's good. Really good.

It's just that...

sometimes you gotta do sh*t you don't like.

[ Grunting ]

- [ Wheezing ]

- Listen to me.

It ends here, Billy.

I'm gonna walk out that door,

and I'm never gonna look back.

- F***in' do it!

- Shut up!

- You gotta forget I ever existed, man. Look at me.

- [ Crying ]

Look at me!

I'm leavin', man.

But you can't follow me. All right?

'Cause if you do, I gotta f***in' kill you.

- [ Crying Continues ]

- Okay?

[ Dog Barking ]

Hey, Russ?

- C.J.? [ Chuckles ]

- Been a while.

- It's just me.

- Thought maybe there were...

- some of them, you know...

- No.

Not anymore.

So, uh, how's everything?

[ Chuckles ] Better than

some, worse than others.

Can't complain.

So, um, all good with you?

Gettin' out and all?

So far.

You know, I, um... [ Clears Throat ]

think a lot about them summers I

spent with you and Aunt Mildred.

Miss your mama.

I'm sorry you weren't

there when she passed.

- Yeah.

- [ Clears Throat ]

So, um, guess we should

get to it then, huh?

Um, got your boots and some

clothes in those boxes right there.

[ Sighs ]

Been motorin' it since the day you left.

Got the oil changed, uh,

started her up from time to time.

Everything's up to date,

just like you asked.

She's street-legal and all.

Money you sent, um, worked out just fine.

[ Chuckles ] Even got myself

a pint or two as a tip.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ] Anyway...

- Here's the key.

- Thanks.

Man, I just love your bike, you know?

What I wouldn't do to

own somethin' like that.

Someday. [ Chuckles ]

- [ Sighs ]

- I gotta get goin'.

It's yours.

[ Man ] And there's

blues in the blender

Heartache in the glass

Teardrops in the bottle

The pain that won't pass

But I keep on drinkin'

till I get that thought

Constantly thinkin' you'll

walk through my doors

But life ain't the same

When you lose what

you're livin' for

[ Country ]

Hey, Johnny, you got

those drinks I ordered?

Sorry, Chet. There you go.

Three Duck Farts. Tequila

chasers comin' right up.

- Tanya.

- Oh, yep.

- Hey, boys.

- Cheers, boys.

- This has been goin' on for months.

- You know what? I just wanna...

[ Chattering ]

Well, you know, I mean,

business is business.

I mean... Aw, I've tried to

work this thing out now, Ricki.

[ Man Squeals, Laughs, Pounds Counter ]

- Pretty tasty, huh?

- That'll get you goin' straight. Whoa.

- Yeah, straight to hell is more like it.

- All right. Here we go.

- How'd it go?

- Just like we thought.

- Got 30 days.

- Son of a b*tch.

You know, maybe I should

stick around tonight.

- Everybody...

- No, no. Ain't gonna change things.

- Yeah, but I think this...

- Look, you need a night off.

- Yeah, I'll just...

- Would you get out of here?

- Stop worrying so much.

- I can't help it.

It's in my nature.

I need anything, I'll

have a shout with Chet,

and we'll figure it out

the old-fashioned way.

[ Scoffs ] I know. Get out of here.

- Have a relaxin' night.

- All right.

- You just call me, if you need anything.

- Go on. Get out.

- [ Clears Throat ]

- Chet.

- I'm ready. You ready, boy?

- No, I'm on duty.

- Mm-mmm.

- Okay. Put 'em down.

[ Car Door Closes ]

What are you still doin' here?

Man, this work should've

been done hours ago.

I had to help Mom with

a few things earlier.

You think bein' my son gives you the

right to come and go as you please?

What am I supposed to tell these

other ranch hands that work for me?

Well, I don't work for you, Dad.

- I work for Gilley.

- Oh, is that a fact?

Yes, sir, it is. [ Grunts ]

You think you know it

all, don't ya, big shot?

Got all the answers.

I know enough not to

turn my back on people.

It always comes around to the same

old thing with you, doesn't it?

You know, that hole your mom

and Johnny dug themselves into...

- with that bar, it ain't got nothin' to do with...

- You own the bank, Dad!

[ Chuckles ] Yeah, and it's a business.

We got rules just like any other business.

That's capitalism hard at work.

Survival of the fittest.

Not some half-ass entitlement

program givin' handouts.

When that bar goes under,

guess it's meant to.

Fifteen years Mom gave you don't

mean nothin' to you, did they?

Gave me?

Tell you what, big boy.

Next time you get the chance,

you just ask your mom why she left me.

You see what she says.

Then we'll talk.

- I'm done here.

- Yeah, you are.

Brody, one of these days,

you're gonna have to pick...

which side of the fence you wanna stand on.

Son, it can't be both.

I already have. I quit.

What's that all about?

Ah, he's mouthin' off about quittin' again.

Ah, he'll come around.

Kids always do, especially when

they run out of money. Beer?

Yeah, sure, thanks.

[ Sighs ] You know, I really didn't

like him workin' out here anyway.

- Especially at night.

- Relax. All right?

This place is tight as

two rats f***in' in a sock.

Ball doesn't drop till

midnight. You know that.

- I know, I know.

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