Coldwater Page #2

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You're a chicken sh*t

f***ing weakling.

You could have protected him, but you

just go along with their bullshit lies.

I wish...

I wish I could get the chance

to f***ing come at you...

and not have anything happen to me

because I would tear you the f*** apart.

You f***ing p*ssy.

I'm really not surprised you're

a trustee of a place like this.

You're messing with me.

- Okay. Maybe a little.

- You can tell her it was amazing.

- Yeah, you are. Better.

- Okay.

Hey. Hey. Behave yourself.

You're the only one

I can count on, Erin.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Mm-hm.

- If you start doing business there...

- No, no. I won't.

- Promise?

- Yeah.

- Okay. Okay.

- Trust me.

- Yeah. Okay.

- Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Listen, we've given

this a lot of thought,

and I think it's time that

John came to live with us.

You guys are selling the house?

No. We're not selling the

house. He's moving in.

I love your mother very much, Brad.

I just want to make her happy.

- Oh, sh*t. Here we go.

- What? Look...

- I know we've had trouble communicating...

- Wait a minute. You know what?

You've never even

given John a chance.

Yeah, well he's not

moving into this house.

Yes. He's here almost every

night already anyway.

Fine. Come and go then.

Mow his lawn.

Take his couch. Sleep

with his f***ing wife.

- Whoa. That's not what this is about.

- You know what? Watch your mouth, young man.

Yeah, what kind of f***ing

friend were you anyway? Huh?

Thanks for dinner.

Come on wake up time!

- Let's go!

- Let's go! Get up! Get up!

Let's go! Today.

Let's go.

- How's the foot?

- How you think?

Let's go.

Yeah, the f*** okay.

I can't do sh*t.

Sure you can. It's been

a week. Nothing's broke.

No, he can't. Jenson was here

yesterday. He doesn't run.

Trustee, has this inmate walked to

and from the shower by himself?

Yes, sir.

Trustee, has this inmate walked to

and from the mess hall by himself?

Yes, sir. Twice now.

In the trustee's opinion, can this

inmate take part in this morning's run?

Yes, sir. I'd recommend boots.

Everyone, fall in.

Let's go!

Whew, man.

Brad Lunders.

Dude be swiping maps

and first aid and sh*t.

I'm taking you to the doctor's

tomorrow so he can fix this up.

Then you can steal something.

Yeah, right. I don't care.

I learned my lesson.

Sh*t.

I don't know how much my dad paid, but I

f***ing hate him for sending me here.

What about your mom?

Well, she don't know where I am.

Mom f***ing split, I was like 10.

I don't think my dad would be

that proud of me right now.

I wouldn't be here

I know that much.

I'd rather be in juvie.

At least I know when

I'm getting out.

At least I could call someone.

At least I'd know when I'd

be hitting it again, baby.

Man, you got a girl

waiting on you back home?

I had a girlfriend.

- Pretty?

- Yeah, man.

She was... beautiful.

What? She break up with you?

How about some more of your stash?

Got bills to pay too motherf***er.

- This is from today?

- Today.

Sh*t. Maybe.

Hey, motherf***er. Don't I know you?

What the f***?

I know you from...

- Get the f*** out of my face, man.

- What the f***?

Get the f*** out. What?

What? What? Roll boy.

I don't f***ing know you b*tch.

See I don't take any sh*t.

Hey. Look me in the

eyes and say it.

I said I won't take nothing

from nobody. Ever.

You need a f***ing drink.

Better go talk to Erin, fool.

She's been looking for

you all pissed and sh*t.

Don't look. She's behind you. She's coming.

I'm going to talk to Holly. All right?

- Hey.

- You're an a**hole.

Where were you? I've

been calling you all day.

Just been dealing with

some bullshit. Come here.

Come here. I need to talk to you.

- So, you did get fired?

- Yes.

And Gabriel got fired.

We both got fired.

Got caught dealing.

- What's the money for?

- What money Erin?

The money I saw Gabriel give

you outside. What was it for?

So, you're spying on me now?

What does he owe you

money for Brad?

- Is Gabriel dealing for you?

- I'm not doing this.

We're having this conversation.

Gabe does what he wants to.

Get off my f***ing back.

I told you. He's not going

to be dealing for me.

Fine. How are you going

to get him to stop now?

- Are you f***ing...

- No, I'm not kidding.

What are you going to do when your

probation officer talks to your boss?

- Seriously?

- I don't know!

I don't know what I'm going

to do. I can't go back to juvie.

I can't stay here. And I can't

leave. I can't get out of here.

You can f***ing get out

by yourself. Just go.

Just go! If you want to...

Hey, you guys need to

leave. I think it's time...

F*** you b*tch. Get

the f*** out of here.

- Get the f*** out of here before...

- Yo, Eddie. What's up dude?

F***er.

Piece of sh*t.

F***er!

You f***ing b*tch!

Hey! Brad! Stop it! Stop it!

Get off of him! Stop it.

- What's up now motherf***er?

- What the f*** are you doing? Stop!

- He's got a gun.

- You want to fight motherf***er?

You want to go b*tch?

No! Erin!

Why?

Erin! No!

Get some help. Please get

some f***ing help! Erin!

God f***ing damnit!

Whoa. Damn.

That's f***ed up, man.

That's some hard sh*t.

Well, we ain't going to accomplish

anything in this motherf***er.

These counselors are a

bunch of tools, homie.

You will leave Coldwater

Ranch a responsible adult.

Hey, you guys. Shut the f*** up.

25 miles, man. That's it.

Might be here a while first.

So, I got your back.

Get up! Move! Move!

Get up! Move it! Move it! Move it!

Get up!

- Explain this.

- It's for his ankle. It's infected.

I told you I snagged it from the

doc after he fixed my foot.

And I suppose you're

going to use this...

as a bandage?

Look, I f***ing took that.

Okay? I took that.

It was me. He had

nothing to do with it.

Hm.

Double runs everyone.

Next two days.

And no downtime for a week.

These two get another

day to reflect.

Don't forget the lights.

Get the f*** out of here.

Little b*tch.

Hey, Brad.

Brad, you awake? Brad.

F***ing n*gger cripple.

Turn.

Jonas!

Shut the f*** up.

My leg hurts so bad.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take this.

Help!

Let us the f*** out of here.

Yeah. Yeah. I can still escape.

What are you talking about?

Yeah, I'll be there. Absolutely.

Hey, Brownie! Brownie I've got a...

I'll call you back all right?

Come on.

Angie it was an accident.

It's right there on the report.

You've talked to everybody and we are

dealing with the individuals involved.

He lost the whole

f***ing leg, Frank.

I know that, but we did

it by the numbers here.

He was injured. He was

treated, monitored,

- ...there was follow up care.

- The bruising on his neck.

That happened in the barracks.

- That's an entirely separate situation.

- And his testimony.

You've got Lunders' testimony.

Your counselor is lying

and I think you know it.

I've got to tell you. You've

got a big fight coming up.

You put me in a bad place, Frank.

All right, Mr. Reichert,

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