Lean on Pete Page #2

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Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

(CATTLE BELLOW)

Where's Tumbling Through? Did he win?

He bowed a tendon so I sold him.

I got enough f***ed-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 any more.

- What is that stuff?

- 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 f***ing win today, huh?

It's up to you. It's up to you. All right?

- Come on.

- (HORSE WHINNIES)

Open the gate. Come on.

WOMAN:
What? I mean,

he was gonna put me on nine to five.

- Is this your first race?

- Yeah.

Don't blink.

It's over in, like, two seconds.

(CHEERING)

(WHOOPING, HORSE WHINNIES)

Come on, you... Come on! What the f***?

Come on. Come on!

Go!

(CHEERING)

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.

Listen...

...I want you to walk him down that road,

and cool him off.

Then we gotta get the hell out of here

before those f***ers get drunk

and want their money back.

(CATTLE BELLOWING)

Come on. Hey, come on.

All right. There you go.

This is a 50.

I know. You did good today.

Let's get Pete and put him in the paddock.

(HOOVES PAD THE GROUND)

(PETE SNORTS)

(PETE SNORTS)

- Hey, Pete.

- (PETE BLOWS)

How you doing?

(PETE BLOWS)

Where you been?

I left a note. I got a job.

What kind of job?

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.

Where did you sleep?

On the bed of his truck.

I got $50.

- 50 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, aren'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 four every morning.

Getting hit by grease all day.

People complaining,

orders backing up. 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. Hm.

You like waitresses, don't you?

Yeah, I guess.

The best women...

have all been waitresses at some point.

(CHARLEY CHUCKLES)

(RAY GRUNTS)

So, what have you learned?

- Don't be a cook.

- Huh.

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 OK. It's OK. It's OK. Hey, hey.

- (NEIGHING)

- Slow down.

- 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.

- (NEIGHING)

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

- You did real good.

- DEL:
Come on, Pete.

You got it.

Just happy.

DEL:
There you go, keep moving, keep

moving. Stay ahead of him.

(PETE WHINNIES)

- DEL:
Yeah, yeah.

- You singing a song?

- There you go, hon.

- Thanks.

Put it on my tab, Cindie.

Mm.

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?

(CHUCKLES) 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.

That's something you don't

hear about too often,

a mom leaving her kid.

She must have 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 any more.

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.

(CRUNCHES AND SLURPS)

Charley, look, if we're gonna be eating

together, you gotta get some manners.

But don't be asking me, OK?

'Cause 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.

(DEL EXHALES)

Why is this less than last week?

I just bought you lunch, didn't I?

And I'm letting you go home early.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

MAN:

Open the f***ing door!

Calm down, buddy!

I didn't do f***ing nothing!

I heard what you two did tonight!

- Dad, what's going on?

- Charley, get the f*** back in your room.

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. Sshh.

F*** you.

- Dad!

- Urgh!

- (CROCKERY SMASHES)

- Stop it.

Charley!

(THUMPING AND STRUGGLING)

- Urgh!

- Glass smashes.

(DOG BARKS)

(WHIMPERING)

(BROKEN GLASS CRUNCHES UNDERFOOT)

(GROANING)

(VEHICLE DRIVES AWAY)

You OK? You OK?

OK. OK.

- (SHOUTS):
Call 911!

- (DOG BARKS CONTINUALLY)

It's gonna be OK.

OK, I'm gonna be right back. OK. OK.

Call 911, please!

My dad is really hurt!

It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no.

- Where are they taking him?

- To Samaritan.

- Is he gonna be OK?

- 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?

- Uh... 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.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

WOMAN:
Yeah, no problem.

I'll see you on the other side.

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

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 bowel,

so it seeped an infection into his gut.

- Is that serious?

- Yes.

It's very serious.

It's like he's been poisoned.

OK, I'm gonna leave you two alone.

- Just try not too much talking.

- (BLOWS RASPBERRY)

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