Lean on Pete Page #5

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to post time

as the horses make their way

forward to the starting gate.

Heavy favourite right now...

Excessive Jubilation.

You've still got a few minutes left

to make your wagers.

More Money Honey will be next.

Mr. High Pockets

and Bonnie Durand in gate five.

And finally Lean On Pete.

They're in the gate.

- Come on, Bonnie.

- The race is on.

Get him out front.

Brilliant start for Mr. High Pockets

who goes right out to the front.

Mr. Rare Tidal Wave in second spot,

Excessive Jubilation in third.

With 100 yards to go,

it's all Mr. High Pockets.

(CROWD CHEERS)

Excessive Jubilation finished up in third.

Lean On Pete finished last.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

So, folks, that does close out the show

for live racing here at Portland Downs.

We thank you for joining us tonight.

Please drive home safely.

Good night, everyone.

(CHATTERING)

Bonnie.

You see me win?

I won twice. F***ing twice!

- I'm gonna buy you a beer, OK?

- I want us to buy Pete.

You can ride him

and I can take care of him.

Yeah, let's do it!

No, I'm being serious.

I'm sure you are.

Charley. Get over here.

I need you to pick up the truck.

Why?

Hook up the small trailer,

we gotta load Pete in tonight.

Where's he going?

I'm selling him.

I'll buy him.

(CHUCKLES)

With what money?

And where are you gonna keep him?

Not in my stalls.

I don't want him going to Mexico.

He's a good horse.

Oh.

Go get the f***ing truck.

What the f*** are you waiting for? Now!

BONNIE:

Charley, you don't want that beer?

Don't worry, it's OK.

(PETE NICKERS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Del's selling Pete.

He told me to load him up

and park in the lot.

Sign here.

Thanks.

What can I get for you?

Um... I'd like a 27, regular, please.

Sure thing, honey.

(MUZAK PLAYING, LOW CHATTER)

(BIRDSONG)

Hey, what are you looking for?

You better not be eating anything.

I mean it.

(PANTING)

(INHALES AND EXHALES HEAVILY)

(PANTING)

(TALK RADIO PLAYING)

WAITRESS:

You need a minute?

Um... I don't think so.

Uh... could I get

the chicken-fried steak dinner

with baked potato

and soup and a large Coke?

And um... could I have

two cheeseburgers to go?

You're hungry.

(COUGHS)

(COUGHS AND SPITS)

(SELENA GOMEZ:

The Heart Wants What It Wants)

Oh, sh*t.

- Take your time.

- Thank you.

Hey. You forgot to pay for that, huh?

Get off of me.

- No, I'm not.

- I don't have any money.

You don't have any money?

What a surprise!

Yeah, put me onto the sheriff.

This is Mitch, down at the Apple Peddler.

Whoa. No. You sit down.

What's your name? Huh?

Yeah, hello? Yeah.

- Yeah, we got a dine-and-dash here.

- Do you want the sheriff?

Yeah, I want him down here now.

- Bus just showed up.

- OK.

- How many?

- 20 or so.

Driver wants to talk to you.

You don't let him leave.

Stealing from a waitress is pretty low.

I'm sorry.

I was just hungry

and I spent all my money on gas.

Where are you headed?

- Wyoming.

- Why?

My aunt used to live there

and I'm trying to find her.

Maybe the sheriff can help you find her.

- I can't go with the sheriff.

- Why?

Because I can't.

There's 28 of them. They all want food.

I don't know what to do.

I'm not gonna leave him alone

in the office

but we only got 45 minutes before those

people are on a bus back to Winnemucca.

RUBY:

I shouldn't say this but just let him go.

What? Are you kidding me?

You saw how much food he ordered?

Just let him go.

F***. Come on.

F***, f***, f***, f***.

Oh, not right now.

(ENGINE CUTS OUT)

(BREATHES RAPIDLY)

F***.

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

(PETE'S HOOVES CLATTER IN TRAILER)

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey. Don't worry. Don't worry.

It's gonna be OK.

Sshh.

(PETE STOMPS)

Pete, hey, OK.

Sshh, sshh, sshh, sshh, sshh.

- It's OK.

- (PETE WHINNIES)

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't worry, it's OK.

It's OK, it's just a car.

Don't worry, you're fine.

- (PETE WHINNIES)

- Hey, hey, hey.

Hey! Hey! It's OK. Hey! It's OK. Come on.

Sshh, sshh, sshh. It's OK.

You're OK, Pete.

It's OK. Come on, come on. Come on.

Come on, Pete. It's OK. Hey, hey, hey.

All right, good boy.

Good boy.

(PETE CALMS DOWN)

Sshh, sshh, sshh, sshh, sshh.

Hey, hey, hey.

I was just thinking about uh...

my friend back in Spokane.

He was called Colin

and he was a line-backer.

He used to invite me over to his house

which was pretty cool.

First time I went over there...

Well, see, he had three sisters and we

were all sitting by the kitchen table.

On this big kitchen table.

They just ate breakfast.

And they just laughed and talked and...

They liked each other.

Hey.

His mother was there too,

and she had this bathrobe and she...

...she would make pancakes,

and, Pete, I love pancakes.

It was the nicest place I've ever seen.

I thought about calling Colin

and his family...

...after what happened...

...with Dad, but I didn't.

I thought about calling a bunch of people

from Spokane too.

The truth is,

I don't mind telling you this...

...I didn't wanna beg for anything.

And I didn't...

I didn't want them to know

what I was living like.

If they ever thought of me,

I'd rather them think of me as being OK:

playing football or...

hanging out with Dad.

I'd rather them never see me again

than see me like this.

Me and Margy,

we used to go camping all the time

whenever my dad needed time to himself.

There was this one time,

we just sat around a fire,

and there was no one around.

Just the trees and the mountains.

We counted the stars,

and we tried to name them.

And then eventually, the uh...

Eventually, the fire,

it started going out.

And so we started to lie down

and get ready for bed.

Eventually, we were lying down,

and we were both kinda scared.

And that's when Margy sat up

and she said...

"Is it all right if we just left?

It's getting spooky

and I'm just kinda scared and..."

I was young, so I said, "I am too."

And we went back to her house.

And we just stayed up

watching TV all night.

And we camped there

the rest of the weekend...

...just watching TV.

I think that...

...I think that she must have a nice house.

If we went, as long as

we behaved ourselves,

she'd let us stay too.

I think so.

(WINDMILL RATTLES)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

MAN:

Here you go.

Oh, f*** me. Are you all right, kid?

You look awful.

My truck broke down on the highway.

- How did you get all the way out here?

- I walked.

You should not be walking

in the f***ing desert.

My horse needs water. Mind if I get some?

- MAN:
Who's that?

- It's a kid with a... horse.

- What kind of horse?

- He's a racehorse.

- Like a racehorse, racehorse?

- Yeah.

No sh*t.

- What's the horse's name?

- Pete.

That ain't much of a name for a horse.

There's a phone on the microwave in there

if you wanna call

somebody about your truck.

Dude, that's my controller.

- Man, I was racing.

- I bet you were. That what you call it?

- I was racing!

- You call it racing?

What do you call it?

I thought you were just twiddling

with your little fiddle over there.

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