Lean on Pete

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(CUPBOARD DOOR CLOSES)

(PLASTIC WRAPPING RUSTLES)

(CRACKLING UNDERFOOT)

(MAN LAUGHS)

- MAN:
Does that make you hungry?

- (WOMAN LAUGHS)

- (MAN LAUGHS)

- No.

(LOW DIALOGUE)

(HUM OF TRAFFIC NEARBY)

(VEHICLE RUSHES BY)

(PANTING)

(INDUSTRIAL MACHINERY WHIRS)

(TRAIN RUMBLES OVERHEAD)

(PANTING INTENSIFIES)

(PAN SIZZLING)

(CROCKERY SCRAPING)

WOMAN:
Meet me out back, all right?

Just meet me out back.

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

WOMAN:

Hello?

Hi.

Hi. You must be Charley.

- Nice to meet you.

- Lynn. 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.

Oh, well, we got roaches.

One of them got in

the last box I left out.

LYNN:

Determined little f***ers, huh?

Uh... is it OK if I get a glass of water?

Yeah, of course.

It's your house, isn't it?

MAN:
Charley, did you take

my f***ing belt again?

- No!

- Then we must have been robbed.

Never mind, it's here.

Ah, yeah.

Well...

- You meet Lynn?

- Yeah, we met.

Met her at work.

She's a secretary. Front office. Hm?

Go ahead, have a seat.

It's almost ready.

How far did you run today, kiddo?

I found a horse track.

It's just around here.

- Have you seen it?

- I've driven past it.

- We should go sometime.

- Uh-huh.

- All right, here you go.

- Ooh!

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Mm.

- Good?

- Delicious.

- Yeah?

All right, it's that time.

I'm gonna get ready.

- (DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

- Ooh.

Is she your new girlfriend?

Is she gonna be?

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

(CHUCKLES)

I like her better than Marlene.

Marlene was smart for a stripper.

Marlene was mean.

And she couldn't cook like this either.

Yeah.

Lynn and I just work together, you know?

- (WHISPERS):
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.

(MAKES SLICING SOUND)

- 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. Hm?

OK.

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 OK on your own today?

- Yeah, sure.

- Yeah?

Here.

Oh, thanks, Dad.

Sorry I can't give you more.

Don't worry about it. This is...

I don't need any more.

Don't wait up, OK?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hear that? He likes your cooking.

- He said you're a good cook.

- (VEHICLE STARTS)

(VEHICLE DRIVES AWAY)

(PANTING)

(DISTANT VOICES ECHO)

MAN:

Thanks, Gary.

(RACE COMMENTARY ON TV)

(JET RUMBLES HIGH IN THE SKY)

TV:
(REGINA VELASQUEZ:

Looking Through The Eyes Of Love)

Since I found you

Looking through the eyes of love

But now I do believe

(INHALES AND EXHALES HEAVILY)

TRAINER:

Hah! Hah! Come on! hah!

(CHATTERING)

MAN:

Ah, you motherfucking, cock-sucking f***!

Hey, what are you doing?

Me?

Yeah, there's no one else here.

- I was just running.

- Are you strong?

- I don't know.

- Come here.

You know what time it is?

It's about seven.

Right, I gotta load two horses,

and get to Wenatchee by one,

and I got a f***ing 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.

(STRAINS)

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 folks be OK

with you spending the night away?

'Cause 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 have 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?

$25. Take it or leave it.

OK. I'll take it.

All right. Get in. Come on, let's go.

Gotta get these damn horses loaded.

(ENGINE STARTS)

- Those boots feel OK? Are they too big?

- No, these are great.

You don't want to lose your f***ing toes

with the shoes you were wearing.

How many horses live in here?

Well, when the races start,

there 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?

- Sh*t, 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?

- Straight down there. Take him, just go.

Come on, you lazy piece of crap.

Come on. Don't give me

any of your sh*t 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 f***ing run on you.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

What are you doing?

Don't wrap the rope around your hand!

That's a good f***ing way

to lose your hand.

Here, let's switch. This one's a p*ssy.

Just wait.

Come on. Come on.

- What's this one's name?

- Lean On Pete.

Get in.

How old are the two horses?

Tumbling Through is two.

He's green but he can run.

Lean On Pete is five.

He's a piece of sh*t,

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 sh*t about

quarter horses any more.

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?

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 sh*t

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?

- OK.

- I'm gonna go race Tumbling Through.

Shut that gate.

You better not f***ing lose today.

You know what happens if you do.

Don't run. Walk.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN SPANISH)

(GRINDS GEARS)

MAN:

Hyah! Come on! Hyah!

(CATTLE BELLOW)

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

MAN 2:

And they're off!

MAN:

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