Dog Pound
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- 2010
- 91 min
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Aw! Enough of that sh*t!
Shut the f*** up, b*tch.
Don't call me a b*tch.
You're so beautiful.
Get out of your f***ing room!
Turn it lower, for God's sake!
Sorry, Mom!
Are you all right, kid?
You little f***!
- Did you make this?
- No.
Your cellmate told me
you made this.
Don't hit me again.
Don't do that again, man!
- Are you threatening me, boy?
- I'm f***ing threatening you, man!
- Do you know where you are?
- F***ing right, b*tch!
F*** you!
Don't do it again!
I'm gonna come back in five
and you're gonna give me a name.
And that's an order.
F***ing c*nt!
F*** you!
Gentlemen, strip out of
your civilian clothes
and place all of your belongings
in the box with your name on it.
We'll give back your shoes
once this search is complete.
All of your belongings.
Shake your hair.
Wiggle your fingers.
Spread your toes.
Blow your nose.
Now turn around.
Bend over.
Cough.
Harder.
Stand up.
Turn around.
Okay, boys,
now we'll get you dressed.
Gentlemen, welcome to Enola Vale
Youth Correctional Facility.
I'm your superintendent,
Mr. Sands.
If you have any problems
or any questions during your stay here,
you will report them
to your unit supervisor,
in this case,
Officer Goodyear.
He will then report it to me.
As for school,
your re-socialization unit supervisor...
...basic rules around the place.
You better be listening.
No weapons, no sharp items.
No pornographic material,
no illegal substance,
no tobacco, no alcohol
and no signs of gang activity
will be permitted
on the facility of Enola Vale.
Any questions?
Excellent.
You're 30 minutes late again.
What's your excuse this time?
- Did I miss something?
- That's not the point.
You're late and it's becoming
an ongoing habit.
- Were they prepped on the basics?
- I just did that.
Good. Perfect timing.
Well, what fresh hellions
are these?
Angel.
Davis.
Guilty as charged.
Yeah, well, do me a favor,
sunshine.
Yank the pants up.
There's no gangster wannabes
on my unit.
Butch.
Gentlemen,
pick up your belongings.
Single file.
Where are you two mutts
coming from?
We just finished
Social Studies class, Mr. G.
- And where are you going?
- Going to the library.
I'm gone the weekend,
I come back,
and you're in Special Unit.
What happened?
- Nothing.
- What you do?
I didn't do nothing.
No, you didn't do anything.
And that makes sense.
They throw you in the hole
for two days for not doing nothing.
Why are you bothering him?
He told you he didn't do anything.
- What, are you his lawyer?
- No.
I'm a judge.
- Pull your pants up and move on.
- All right, Mr. G.
Like to see you out of that costume
by the end of the week too.
Let's go.
Butch, bed on the far left.
Davis, straight ahead.
Angel, right here.
Stow your gear and come over here
and line up.
Listen carefully.
This is a new day for you gentlemen.
No one in here cares about any felonies
you may have committed in the past.
a sentence,
but in reality, your sentence
all depends on your behavior.
You show some good will
towards change
and you get an earlier parole hearing
with the judge.
Am I boring you, sunshine?
No, sir.
Good.
'Cause I read your report
and you should be listening the closest.
Right now, you're all Level 1.
Evaluations will determine for us
whether you actually want to change
and rehabilitate.
Show us some improvements
and you can move to Level 2
and become a trustee.
and their polo shirts.
They've acknowledged they've made
some poor choices in life,
but they've proven to staff,
and more importantly
to themselves,
that they're ready to re-enter society
with the necessary skills
to avoid further criminal behavior.
Becoming a trustee
comes with a lot of privileges.
But if you mess up,
if you try any crazy stuff
on anybody in here or yourself
or you try to bust out,
well, congratulations.
You just won an orange suit
and a free trip to Special Unit.
So, gentlemen,
make your stay pleasant here
by being good to yourself,
your peers and the staff,
and I guarantee you'll be all right.
All right, unpack.
Good, boys.
Hot bowl of sh*t coming right up.
- You stinkin' like sh*t.
- No, I don't.
Thanks, partner.
Do some dishes
or something, Loony. F***!
F*** your dishes!
Loony, he thinks he's...
No.
Hurry up.
Keep it moving.
Is this seat taken?
Somebody get clumsy
with the ladle?
Don't move on it, man.
You'll just end up in the hole
where that a**hole Banks wants you.
The best thing...
just pay no mind.
Eventually, they'll
leave you alone like they did me.
I mean, that was also
because I have AIDS.
You know, we all know
why you're in here,
especially Banks.
You like that one, huh?
It's pretty cool.
It's for all the virgins
I corrupted, man.
Yo, drop it and flush it!
Don't worry 'bout it.
What the f***?
- Throw me back my toothpaste, man.
- F*** you! Get it yourself!
F***ing prairie n*gger.
Sal!
- What?
Come here.
All right, gentlemen.
Let's settle down.
Sal, get back in your bed.
Good night, gentlemen.
- Hey, Goodyear.
- Morning. How was the night?
No problems.
Control, open gate B2, please.
- Thank you, sir.
- Have a good day.
You too.
Control, open dormitory A1.
Wakey, wakey!
Hands off snaky! Let's go!
Let's go, gentlemen.
A two-minute window
to get the bed made.
Ends of the bed when you're done.
Let's go, guys.
Shake it off.
Mr. Angel Ortiz,
grab your bucket and mop.
Come with me.
He's right here.
What's up, man?
How's it going, man?
What's up?
You just get here?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's cool.
How much time did you get?
- Three months, man.
- Oh!
- Just three?
- Just three.
- Sh*t!
- That ain't sh*t, cuz.
You know, I just did
three months f***ing three times.
I could do that on my f***ing head
in the hole. You know what I mean?
Yeah. Yeah.
So how long you got, man?
What do you mean,
how long I got?
Who the f***'s business is that, man?
Just asking, man.
I don't know.
Don't be asking no stupid
punk-ass questions around here.
You'll go get yourself hurt, boy.
Yeah, all right, man.
- You looking to get f***ed up?
- No, man.
- Looking to get f***ed up?
- Relax, relax!
Huh? Looking to get f***ed up?
Just f***ing with you, man.
This n*gger's a b*tch, cuz.
- No, man.
- Brush it off. Calm down, man.
Your boots, though, man...
They're looking, uh,
pretty nice, man.
Where did you get those at?
- At the mall.
- At the mall?
- Yeah.
- How much were they?
They were, like,
I don't know, 100 bucks.
Your mom give you those kicks
or something? A little present?
- From mommy?
- No, man.
No?
- No, man. I bought these.
- You bought 'em?
- Yeah.
- You a hustler, all right.
Yeah.
F***! Hustler hustlin'.
What size are you, 10? Big man?
Cop 'em over.
No, man. I'm only an 8.
What the f*** you mean,
you is only an 8? Don't look like no 8!
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