It's a score of 87. Ry Weston does it again.
Champion of the 21 st Tri-state Prison Rodeo.
- Hi, chief. - Let's go, cowboy. Party's over.
Well, I was just...
We're just sitting around, getting to know each other, the family and I.
Dad, Mom.
You gonna get up yourself, or are we gonna have to get you up?
No, no, I ain't looking for no trouble. I'm just...
We're just sitting here, just having a drink.
Well, you can tell us all about it in the morning. Now, let's go.
Wait a second, guys.
I'll pay for the damage to the window and all.
- I can't go to jail. I got a job, man. - Turn around.
- You should've thought of that before. - I don't think. No, I don't...
Eggs is supposed to be yellow.
Whatever this shit is on my plate, it ain't eggs.
It's eggs. It's how my old lady used to make them.
No wonder you shot her.
You'd bitch if you were hung with a new rope.
- You're a fuck. - You wouldn't know, sweet shit.
You're a goat-smoking fuck.
Everything set, Bishop?
- Yeah. - Good.
East gate. Lock ed in. Crosscheck.
I'm telling you. It used to be you had convicts...
...guys that do their damn time and leave you alone to do yours.
Come on, not the good old days, not this morning.
Well, shit, what have we got now? Inmates. Gang lords and drug scum.
They'd cut you soon as look at you.
Well, it goddamn ruins it for everybody.
- Ain't that so, Ry? - Yeah, it ain't half the fun it used to be.
Let's go.
- New fish. - Put your eyes back in your head, Bill.
- Ain't one of them look good in a dress. - Fuck you, I ain't looking for no punk.
The way you been eyeballing the livestock, I'm beginning to wonder.
- Hey! - Knock it off.
- Get on. - Get up.
North gate, open for work party.
- North gate... - Let's go.
- Where the hell are those guys going? - None of your business.
Face forward. Eyes open.
Next.
Pay for your clothes, wait in the hallway.
Put the order in yet?
Clay Treyton. Is that you?
That's what I thought. It is you. It's me, Jimmy Letrall.
Pondera, county jail. Three years ago.
Jimmy Letrall, yeah. You still owe me 20 bucks.
You crashed some party or something. Your sister's wedding.
Yeah. You're the black sheep. The family fuck-up.
You busted up your new brother- in-law and two other dudes.
So, what did you do this time? You waste somebody?
I hit a cop. I got two years.
That's no problem. You'll gate in a year with good time.
- What the hell you in here for? - Nothing. I mean, I didn't do nothing.
Five years because some people were looking to get rich without working.
- I didn't hustle them, somebody would. - Come on, let's go.
- I'll see you around. - Yeah, I'll be around.
Dave, go with Bob, check the south end.
Plus the salt lick, Ry.
Yeah, check the salt, Naverson.
And the rest are with me.
Okay, roll out.
I'm gonna head on over, see if I can get that windmill pumping.
Gonna cross from here. Saves a long ride.
Sixty-four seventy-one, heading for the windmill.
All right, Bishop. Let's go.
Welcome to the C-Wing, gentlemen. It will be your home.
You will eat, shower and exercise with your wing.
There are three counts a day. Miss a count, you're in the hole.
Treyton, cell 18. Stow your gear.
Anderson, 20. Move it.
You tell Jegge Neff, run his drugs someplace else.
Next man he sends, only the coyotes will know where he's buried.
Now get off my ranch. And don't come back.
This ain't your table, meat.
Think about it.
I thought you were smarter than that, Weston.
Get in something that's not your business get you hurt.
You better take your business where I ain't.
Well, we'll have to talk about this.
- You know where to find me. - I sure as fuck do.
Every tick of the clock.
Lock down. Lights out.
Go get me a piece of your son.
We're lean and mean. No fat, no waste.
- Go back and tell them that. - Relax. Nobody's cutting your funds.
- Damn sure thinking about it. - We're looking at every facility.
- Reporting to the budget committee. - Bullshit.
Come on, Harlan, you know how the game's played.
Everybody talks crime tough, nobody wants to foot the bill.
I built this place. I'm not gonna let politicians nickel- and-dime it to death.
When I tell my constituents about a convict-run ranch...
...they don't hear cost-effective. They hear country club.
Down the road, I've got 1500 convicts warehoused in my main facility.
Most of them have nothing to do.
They're gonna be on the street again, worse off than when they got here.
- Now you tell that to your constituency. - Rehabilitation through ranching.
Is that what this is, warden?
I think we're finished here.
Nice, Harlan. You got his vote.
Henry, my people...
...have worked long and hard.
This outfit is as proud and disciplined as any group of men you'll ever see.
You gotta help me.
- I'll do what I can. Same as always. - Thank you.
- How much dope was he packing? - I don't know anything.
Don't talk me dumb. I know you tore up Bishop. I know why.
- Bishop fell from his horse. - If you'd let him deliver...
...I would've had Jegges with the stuff. You see, I was tipped.
- I was laying for him. - Dope don't come in off my ranch.
Your ranch? You work here on my say so. At my pleasure.
I don't care how many trophies you have...
...if you mess with Jegges again, you can kiss blue skies goodbye.
You'll be doing time on the inside.
And on the inside, you're just another fucking con.
- Easy. - Get out of here.
- Signing off, boss? - Yeah, go ahead.
- How much seed we got left? - Ten alfalfa, four gold.
- Ten alfalfa? - Hey, Weston.
Been looking for you. Wanted to say thank you.
Clay Treyton.
Man, when I found out who that fella Jegges was, I just about shit.
You saved my bacon. I owe you one.
Without all the bird seed, what do you want?
No, you got me all wrong. No, I just wanted to say thank you.
Good, you said it.
There you go.
- Okay, how about a job? - You got a job.
Oh, hell, I ain't no sink jockey. Listen, I can out-cowboy...
...any of those yahoos out there. Give me a chance.
- I'll think about it. - Well, for how long?
Give it a rest, kid.
Two years I been stomping around this place.
Welcome to my domain. Sit down, make yourself comfortable.
What do you want? Something to eat, drink?
You don't see it, just ask.
Don't know what you got going on, but you got it going pretty good.
I'm me. Just because I'm off the street don't mean I'm out of business.
You see, I got this place wired, Treyton.
Anything you need, I'm the man can get it for you.
If you got this place wired, get me a job out on the ranch.
What do you want with that? Ain't nothing except cow flop and flies.
Well, it beats the sink, don't it?
- You in the kitchen? - Am I in the kitchen?
I'm in the kitchen up to my elbows.
Stretch out, my man. We got some things to talk about.
What's horny Hamer doing here? Ain't he on vacation?
Guess there ain't as many hookers as there used to be.
Hey, you old goat-fucker, that shrivelled up thing you call a dick...
...finally fall off or what?
If it did, I don't miss it.
We thought you was somebody else.
- It's all right. - Who are you?
- You're Ry Weston. - Who are you?
I'm Maggie Sinclair.
Fred Hamer retired. I bought his practice.
I've been a veterinarian for 14 years. I know my business.
Nobody said you didn't.
Doc Hamer was treating one of your mares for distemper.
Little Sheba? I'm here to follow up.
Right this way.
Going in the barn.
- Now, that's a woman. - No shit.
- Got an ass on her too. - No shit.
There's no infection. No inflammation.
This salve should do it.
You can take her off antibiotics and start her on exercise.
I already have.
This ain't no Four-H Club. You shouldn't be here.
I thought about that.
You ain't thought about it enough.
Enough to scare me.
Then how come you're here?
To see if I can handle it.
Keep your head up. Keep walking.
I expect your fee's the same as old Doc Hamer's?
I have to sign off on it. Look at me, not them.
What?
Oh, yeah, you'll get your...
A copy of the invoice through the proper channels.
What the hell is wrong with you guys? Ain't you ever seen a vet before?
- You got it? - Here we go.
Oh, we're in the bootlegging business now, man.
We'll have half the population bumping into walls.
- You just get me out of here. - I'm working on it, all right?
I'm not kidding, Letrall. Get me out of here.
Hey, chill out. A deal's a deal.
Saddle your best horse, boss. You got yourself a new hand.
I got the papers right here signed by the warden himself.
I pick my own men.
I don't know what to say. You got a vacancy, I got the job. Good thing too.
I was getting sick and tired of sweating over that stinking sink.
If you aren't too busy...
...you could give me a hand.
I ain't never seen a posthole one man couldn't dig.
Here.
Don't waste it.
C- Wing, 55 prisoners, all in.
Hey, boy.
Watch yourself around that animal. He's a crazy son of a bitch.
He looks sound enough. What's wrong?
Story is, he used to be a pretty good cow pony. Just went sour.
Threw some rancher, busted him all to hell.
- Been here a couple of weeks. - Got a name?
- Rounder. - Rounder, huh?
You don't look like such a bad boy to me.
Then again, neither do I, and they got me locked up too, huh?
Oh, shit, Ry. That boy needs a hand.
Sit down, Bobby.
We're waiting.
Stay down there.
- Unload it. - Get off my back, Weston.
You been busting my balls three weeks now.
I'm not taking any more shit.
You wanted the job, this is it. You don't like it, quit.
Hey, what is it that's eating you?
Is it that I bought you? Or is it that I'm here without your say-so?
Well, come on, old man. Spit it out.
I'd like to know what it is you got against me.
You're too slick, kid. Looking for the easy way.
You got no character, you got no spine.
Fuck you. You don't know anything about me.
You and Jimmy are making money off what you stole from Otis.
Otis?
That stuff didn't cost him anything. It's not like he had to pay for that.
Wrong thing to do, kid. That kitchen's his like this ranch is mine.
You violate a man's space, you answer for it.
When you're through here, I got more for you.
Settle him, Ry.
Come on, boy.
He wanna fight, give him one.
Teaching that boy a little manners.
Stay down, son. You ain't winning this one today.
Jesus, kid. Stay down.
- Get up. - I'll give you a hand.
- I hear you got a problem. - Yeah, I got a problem.
I got demand to satisfy, Neff. I need product.
You'll get product. When I get the warden's nose out of my ass.
I thought the ranch was supposed to take care of that.
You gonna let some fucking cowboy put you out of business?
Nobody puts me out of business.
And that goes for those fucking spics you been talking to.
You buy from me, Sykes, or you don't buy at all.
I buy where I can get it.
You take care of Weston, we ain't got a problem.
Better start without him.
I want out. You told me you were gonna get me back...
...to the kitchen over a week ago. What the hell's going on?
I told you, man. I'm working on it.
Well, while you're tap dancing around, Weston's out there busting my balls.
Hand me that towel.
You just get me out of there, you hear me?
Look, man. I can't do that.
What the hell you talking about, you can't?
I owe some people.
They want their money. They want you to help.
- What the hell you trying to pull? - Nothing you can't handle.
Hold on, now. I'm a short-timer. All I wanna do is my time and get out.
Whatever you all got, it's got nothing to do with me.
Yeah, it does.
If you wanna go on living.
Goddamn it.
Goddamn fucking shit.
All right, you.
Easy.
All right, you son of a bitch. Let's see what you got.
Come here. Come here.
What the hell's he trying to do?
- That horse is gonna kill him. - It just might.
Give it up, kid.
Easy, boy.
What the hell you think you're doing on that horse?
I got myself a cow pony. I want the job that goes with it.
Your job is in that mud hole.
Get back to it.
Hell, you want it that bad, it's yours.
You messing with me? Don't mess with me!
I said you got the job. You want it or not?
- You want it or not? - Hell, yes, I want it.
All right, then. All right. You got it. You got it.
I'll bust my butt for you.
No, I mean that.
Go on and get you some boots.
I will bust my butt for you.
Good. That's good.
Son of a bitch.
- Howdy, Warden. - Boys.
That back of yours been bothering you again?
- No. - I hear you were in to see the doc.
- Yeah. - But it's all right now?
My back's okay, warden.
Okay enough to rodeo?
- I got two months to worry about that. - No, you got two weeks.
Yeah. Bill Ranner over at Treadmore Prison...
...says he found himself a couple of cowboys.
Says one of them is as good as you. Maybe better.
Wants me to bring two bronc riders over to Black Diamond Ranch...
...for a private showdown.
Your dogs against his dogs.
Well, I wouldn't sell it that way to the prison board...
...but, yeah, something like that.
Back's a funny thing, warden.
Can't tell when it might go out.
Oh, quit bullshitting me, Ry.
I'm offering you eight seconds on a horse.
That's a shot of freedom you can't afford to pass up.
We ain't got two bronc riders. We only got me.
Well, the Treyton boy's supposed to be a good rider.
- Treyton? - Supposed to be hot stuff.
- That's the talk. - He's green as hell.
- He ain't never been in the fire. - Green is one thing. Good's another.
He's the best you got and I want him.
I hope nothing happens these next weeks...
...to aggravate my condition. - Me too.
Aggravation's something we both can do without.
Ry, when you get a minute, I'd like to talk to you.
- That vet likes you. - All right, let it go.
You know horses and cows, I know women.
I'm telling you, she got an eye for you.
- You wanted to speak to me? - Yeah.
I'm concerned about some of these yearlings, Ry.
They're underweight. So are some of those calves.
- I noticed that. - Mind if I take some blood samples...
...run a few tests? - I don't think they're diseased.
I didn't say they were diseased.
I'd just like to rule it out.
You handle yourself pretty well.
That wasn't your first time in a branding pen.
No, I was raised on a ranch.
Out near Silver Bow.
Now there are times I really miss those days.
I know what you mean.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, you know...
Forget it.
I got over feeling bad a long time ago.
Let me know how those tests turn out.
You know what they get for a saddle like that these days?
Damn fortune.
Ain't near as nice as this one's gonna be either.
This one ain't for sale.
No, it's just...
It's nice, though.
You using that at White River at the all-around?
So, what did she have to say? Come on.
I mean, it doesn't matter what she said anyhow.
I mean, it's how she looked at you when she said it that counts.
How close she stood to you. The way she moved.
Whether she touched you. The between- the- lines stuff.
- There was no between- the- lines stuff. - Oh, yes, there was.
She's a woman, ain't she? That's how they are.
They never come right out and say, " Hey, let's do it, cowboy. Come on."
They can't, right? But man, they say all other kinds of shit.
That's all I'm trying to help you with.
You're about as smart as a bag full of hammers.
No, now listen, listen. If I was you...
If I was you, I'd take her for a trail ride down by Cross Creek.
- Lay a blanket out. - A blanket.
Yeah. Look, Ry, you could do this.
Hell, with your connection with Ferguson, you could make this work.
Lay out a blanket.
Of course I wouldn't make my move right away.
We'd sit in the sun.
Let the energy build. Oh, man, I'd let that work for me.
And then when we started sweating...
...l'd suggest a swim.
"Oh, no suits? Well, honey, we're gonna have to go skinny-dipping."
Ry, women get turned on swimming naked.
- I don't know why, but they do. - You just don't get it, do you?
I'm a lifer, kid. Can you understand that?
That's all the more reason to take the opportunity.
Look, man, you can get the hacks to back off, right?
If anyone can do it, you're the one that can.
Just how long you think I'd survive, if I let a thought like that enter my mind?
Just how many seconds would I survive?
Weston, time to go.
The good news is, there's no disease. The herd is healthy.
The bad news is, the lab can't tell us...
...why these cows are underweight and the others aren't.
It's probably something they're eating.
Might be.
You could have bad grass out there? Larkspur? Jepsum, maybe?
I know where they graze, so I'll check it out.
I'll saddle a horse for the doc. Y'all can ride out and look.
It's a beautiful day. Too beautiful to be cooped up inside or anything.
- I'm sure she has better things to do. - He's right. It's a beautiful day.
I'm covered at the office.
So if it's okay with you, it's okay with me. I'll get my hat.
Boy, she went right for that, didn't she?
I tell you what.
You play it like I told you, you'll have one hell of an afternoon.
- I'll bet you anything on that. - Bet you what?
Just telling Ry that bet y'all find what you're looking for out there.
I'll go saddle up this horse for you.
Well, if I get permission...
...it's okay with me.
Well, here it is. See?
There's Larkspur.
I was right.
Yeah, you were right.
Doesn't seem like there's too much of it.
You're a good vet. I appreciate a good vet.
Getting rid of it shouldn't be a problem.
It is so beautiful here.
So peaceful, so quiet.
Take away the guards and you'd have a real nice piece of property.
Do you ever forget?
Sometimes.
You know, Ry, I've been waiting to see if you'd remember.
Remember what?
We've met before. At Bolton. Fourth of July.
I won at Bolton, Fourth of July.
It was a long time ago.
They still send up them rockets after the show?
No. Bolton closed down a couple years back.
How come you was there?
I was with my father.
You borrowed his bull rope.
- Jack Sinclair is your daddy? - Yeah, that's right.
I should've figured when you told me your name...
...said you grew up ranching near Silver Bow.
Man, he was one tough bull rider. How the hell is he?
- He's still tough. - Well, that's good.
You tell him hello for me, will you?
I sure will.
Lots of memories.
I'll bet.
Winning that gold buckle.
Riding around in that new convertible.
Chasing away all them pretty women.
You cut one fine figure.
- Yeah, I was one red- hot cowboy. - I know.
I spent the whole night staring at you across the dinner table.
- We had dinner? - My dad and a bunch of other people.
We danced too. I had the biggest damn crush on you.
Took me almost a week to get over it.
Guess I missed my chance.
Last one in tends the horses. Come on.
Hank?
Let's go!
Come on!
Let's go!
That was close. Nice try.
- Nice try? I won. - Like hell you won. I won.
- Here's the finish line. - What do you mean?
- I had you by a nose. - I started easing off way back there.
- You didn't ease up nowhere. - You guys saw me ease up there.
- Yeah, I think she had you, Ry. - See?
They're just saying that because you're a woman.
Because I'm a woman. Okay, fine, if you need an excuse.
But I won, and they saw it, and that's how it goes down in the record.
Goes down in the record?
Nothing like an aggressive woman, huh, Ry?
- So, what happened? - Down in the record. I won.
No, I mean, what happened?
Come on, what happened?
- Here, tend the horses. - Oh, come on.
Tend the horses. Tend the horses.
All right, keep it together now.
He never been rode.
Go ahead, ladies.
Yeah, pick it up.
Got a little tape?
Well, there's your competition. Cody Stavert.
The other guy's Cutter. Supposed to be good.
What I worked out with Ranner, it's gonna be a team situation.
Total points win.
He suckered you. Kid's first go-round. Total points is a dumb bet.
I didn't bet. Gambling's illegal in this state.
But if I had, it would only be dumb if I lose.
And we didn't come all this way to lose.
Yeah, you need tape on that.
You are with the wrong guy.
I have never won a damn thing in my whole life.
Relax. Ain't coming out of your pocket.
- Get on him, fella. - Let him go already.
Top! Stay on top!
Seventy-two? Who's judging this? Your relatives?
- Yeah! - Get out of there.
- Hey, watch where you're going. - Wanna do something about it?
He's got a horse to ride, but I got time.
- I could've handled it. - You're scared and they smell it.
- Don't let them get to your head. - Who's scared?
I am. Fear's what this game is all about.
It's what you got to fight every time up.
You got the heart to beat it, you just might be a rider.
Okay, you're up. Let's go.
- Move over a little. - Easy.
Watch your head, now. Don't let him tower above you.
Easy now.
You got any last-minute advice, I suggest you give it to me right now.
Don't fall off.
- Turn his head out. - Head in place.
- It's yours. - Break a leg.
Yeah, that's it.
Good boy.
- Jesus, what a shit ride! - Hell, you stayed in on a good horse!
- Yeah, well 67 about buries us. - You give us a shot.
All I ever asked for is a shot.
Come on, Cody! Show them what you got, boy!
- All right! - Way to go, Cody! Way to ride!
All right!
Yeah, right. That's it!
You just wore him out, Cody!
What number, we'll find out, sure enough.
Boy, is he sweet. I told you, he's a rider.
You wanna see a rider? Keep watching.
- You turn him out, now. - Whoa, boy. Whoa.
Ride him, Ry!
Come on, push him!
Stick it to him!
Son of a bitch.
- Look at Ry! - Way to go, boys!
All right, we're in there. We're in there big time, now, fellas!
- Way to go, Ry! - That's it!
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch!
You did it. You son of a bitch.
That rigged son of a bitch came out.
I've never seen a ride like that in my life.
We whipped them boys. We whipped them good.
Pack your gear. We done our day's work.
- What a ride. - See you at White River, Weston!
I'll be there.
Get your gear packed up and get back on the bus.
Just gotta get my halters.
Special delivery, Treyton, to Jegges Neff.
You don't deliver, you're a dead man.
Single file to the bus.
Come on, Treyton. Let's go. Move it. Let's go.
Shame you're not on the circuit, Weston.
You could be making a pile. Have a line of women too. That's a fact.
You're as good as the best of them.
No way of really knowing, is there?
- Good ride. - Way to go there, boy!
- All right! Showed them big time! - Yeah, big time!
- Showed them. - You ain't getting away with this.
- What? - That's my seat you're sitting in, son.
- Oh, shit. - That's okay, I'm just fooling you.
Winner sits anywhere he wants.
Had you going there, Clay.
Showed them Steadmore punks.
- That was a good horse. - Yeah.
Second peckerwood that comes out was doing okay about three seconds.
- That wasn't so hard, was it? - That's it, Jegges. No more. I'm out.
Come on, let him go, Jegges. We had a deal. We're even.
I don't make deals. I own you.
We're even when I say we're even.
Same goes for you, cowboy.
That's a pretty nice loop.
About the only thing my old man taught me.
Except fighting and drinking.
Well, at least you got the basics.
Keep your elbow up.
Son of a bitch.
Go! Get on him!
- Close to your record. - Good run, Ry!
- This is that red son of a bitch, Bobby. - You got it, boss.
- All right. That was sweet, huh? - Find another one!
Hey, I wanna go to White River.
- Don't worry, you're going. - No, I mean I wanna compete.
I want you to get me ready for the all-around.
- You don't wanna get on no bull. - Yes, I do.
- Oh, no, you don't. - Oh, yes, I do.
Well, I tell you what. You got the intelligence for it.
So I guess let's see what you're made of.
There you go.
Well, that's gonna happen every time.
Wherever you're looking, that's where you're gonna go. Now, get on.
Stay over your hand. Keep your chin down. Over your hand.
Once again.
I wanna see daylight under them jeans.
Bull riding's done with your legs. Get your weight on your thighs!
Well, surprisingly, that wasn't a bad run.
Get on. One more time.
Get on. All right.
Make it real or you're wasting my time.
Go.
Work him. Don't baby him.
Get him.
There's your eight seconds. Right there.
- Be grateful that don't have horns. - Hell, just bring on a live one.
When you're ready.
Get on.
Again.
- Go. - All inmates...
... will return to their cellblocks by 1800 hours.
All inmates will return to their...
I heard something I think you ought to know, man.
Jegges has got a shipment coming in.
It's got nothing to do with me.
Look, it's time to hit it, man. It's time to get the fuck out of here.
It ain't no big thing. I get outside the fence on a work crew.
You meet me on a horse. We jam to the highway.
My wife comes and picks us up and we're gone.
- What happens when we get caught? - We ain't gonna get caught.
Yeah, well, I ain't risking five years to find out.
What you think you're doing running that shit for Jegges?
How's a dime sound, homey? That's right, 10 years.
You don't get it, do you? He's gonna work you till you get popped.
Last time's the last time. No more, that's it.
- Is he hurt? - Don't know.
Go see.
Hey, you'll be all right.
Don't tell me. I did everything wrong.
Well, at least you know that much. He'll live.
When it comes right down to it, bulldogging is plain crazy.
Maybe we ought to get a doctor.
You don't need a doctor. I sewed plenty of wounds.
Of course, mostly on cattle.
That figures. What else but a dumb cow would let you touch them?
Stay quiet. Just making it worse.
I mean, who in their right mind...
...would jump from a running horse onto 700 pounds of steer?
Just hold it right there.
Hold it. I'll get scissors.
There, you're done.
Now, get out there, do it right.
- You mean now? - You got a rodeo in a month.
- Well, hell, I got a hole in my lip. - Let's go. Go, go.
- You're burning daylight. - Some mighty fine stitching.
I couldn't have done better myself.
- What are you doing here? - It's my regular visit.
You're a week early.
- No, I'm not. - Yes, you are.
- You wanna bet? - How much?
See you next week.
- Hold on, Dr. Sinclair. - Maggie.
I treated some pinkeye.
Maybe there's some more. Maybe you wanna check it out.
I mean, you're here, you might as well.
- Sure, if you're not too busy. - He is kind of busy right now, doc.
Getting me ready for the rodeo.
- Well, if today's no good... - No, today's just fine.
You took a nasty spill. You could use a rest.
No. Who needs a rest? I'm raring to go.
- That daylight's burning, Ry. - If I were you, I'd take it easy.
When it comes to your health, you can't be too careful.
Ain't it something the way he looks after me.
I'm taking the vet out to check the calves.
I don't see any, Ry.
If there's gonna be an outbreak, you'd have seen it by now.
- They don't seem thirsty. - I am.
Runs clear, doesn't it?
The Cheyenne used to water their horses here.
Fought the settlers for all this land.
Do you mind if I take a picture?
- We don't have any more cows. - Of you, I mean.
It's just something I'd like to have.
Okay. All right.
Okay.
Don't move.
Stay right there. I want you right in front of the river.
Perfect.
Let me take one of you now.
Okay. Where do you want me?
Same place, I guess.
It's been a long time for me. Maybe you can show me how it works.
It's pretty simple. You just turn this to focus...
...and you advance there.
It's all right, I understand.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... - I understand.
I understand.
The crush was on the cowboy, not the con.
- That's not how I think of you. - That's what I am.
Woman like you don't need a lifer.
Yeah, but I don't think of you that way.
I don't.
I mean, you're an attractive man. I admire you. You're strong and...
I don't even know what I'm trying to say.
I guess that about covers it.
It'll never happen again, I guarantee you.
Go, kid! Run him! Take him down! Take him down!
Get that horn.
- All right, Clay! Nice run! - Sure was.
How it's done.
Well, how was that one? Was that one better?
You ain't gonna work it, I ain't gonna watch it.
You don't want it, what am I doing here?
That's it for today. That's it for today!
What the hell's wrong with you?
You're out there getting laid. I'm eating dirt.
What do you want from me?
Don't you ever discuss my private business in public.
You said you wanna rodeo.
All you wanna do is run your mouth. I'm tired of it!
I'm tired of you!
If I said something out there that was wrong...
- You're in my light. ...if I said something I shouldn't.
I didn't say leave, I said you're in my light.
Pass me that strap there, will you?
Your saddle's almost finished.
Good-looking saddle. It ought to be with all the work.
Looking for an apology, you ain't gonna get it.
- If you come to suck up, don't. - I thought we...
You ain't my good buddy, kid. I killed a man.
Took his gun and did him cold. Stop trying to make me something I ain't.
- I heard it was a fight. - Yeah, there was a fight.
I won the all-around at Grand Forks. Went out to celebrate.
A wild-ass cowboy, pocket full of money, looking for some action.
I was gonna push till I found it.
Cut in on a guy on the dance floor, started dancing with his girl.
He threw a punch, I decked him.
His buddy come running, I decked him too.
The bouncer grabbed me.
I hit him hard.
He had a gun, pulled it.
We wrestled.
- I took it away from him. - Well, hell, that's self-defence, ain't it?
He was down, I had the gun. Witnesses were right: I had a choice.
Could've stopped it, but I didn't.
I didn't then, I don't know if I would now.
That's who I am, kid.
I ain't proud of it.
I don't know what you were like then.
I do know what you're like now.
You're a good man, Ry.
You're a good man.
What's up?
Oh, hell, you shouldn't.
Come on in, Treyton.
Congratulations.
He tells me you're Weston's star pupil.
That the warden is expecting...
...big things from you at White River. I'm impressed.
Got a pen? I'll give you an autograph.
Got a package coming tomorrow. You're gonna bring it in.
- No, I can't do that. - No?
Don't use that motherfucking word on me.
Killing me won't get your load in.
Don't worry. I'm not gonna touch you.
But your buddy Weston's gonna see his last roundup.
Tough chasing cows down in the hole.
Kill his ass or lockdown.
Either way, your boy's gonna miss a birthday.
Good.
We'll be in touch.
Where did you disappear to after lunch?
West pasture. Fixed some fence.
You nervous?
Why should I be nervous?
Well, I was nervous before my first big rodeo.
Yeah, I'm a little nervous, I guess.
You'll be fine.
You're cutting it close, aren't you, Treyton?
- Let's have it. - I ain't got it.
Don't fuck with me. Where is it?
Well, it's in a safe place.
You want a piece of the action, is that it?
Well, I got a deal in mind.
I told you: I don't make deals with you, you stupid motherfucker!
Yeah, well, that was then, this is now.
It's getting a little dry out there.
Everybody's getting fucking edgy around here, don't you think?
You don't deliver now, people gonna go someplace else.
Hell, they may not come back, that's the way I figure it.
What do you want?
I get out of here in six weeks.
You get half the stuff now, you get half when I gate.
But from here on out, it's over. I'm out of it, he's out of it.
Weston's out of it. That's the deal.
You don't like it, well, that's it.
That's... You take your best shot.
Ten minutes. In the boiler room.
All right. Let's go.
He stays.
Till you deliver.
- He's got balls. - You gonna let him get away with it?
He'll tell us where the rest of it is.
Nobody will hear him screaming down there.
I'll say goodbye for you.
Jegges is gonna kill Clay!
He was trying to protect you.
Me... Me too.
In the boiler room.
- Get a medic. - Don't think he's gonna make it.
Get one!
Where's Letrall?
I get the product, you get him.
Relax. He's back there with Stoker.
You did good, cowboy.
- Let's have the rest of it. - Where's Letrall?
Same place you're gonna be if you don't start talking.
Grab the little son of a bitch!
There's big money here, Weston. I'll cut you in.
Name your number.
One- on-one, that's my number. You and me.
Everybody stay where you are!
- Get them up! Get them up! - I got no weapon. I got no weapon.
Get him on his feet.
Well. Letrall wasn't lying. We have plenty here.
- Where's Letrall? - He's dead.
He made it to the greenhouse after Jegges shanked him.
Here's your weapon, right here.
Murder one, Jegges. Bought yourself a seat on death row.
Get him out of here.
This ain't over, asshole.
- So long, ghost. - You're gonna die, motherfucker!
There's more behind the mess hall.
- Vent next to the dumpster. - Find it.
I'm sitting, I'm sitting.
Ry didn't have anything to do with this. I brought it in.
I brought it in from Black Diamond.
They were gonna kill you if I didn't help.
This was the easiest way to get everyone out from under it.
It didn't work. I'm sorry.
- All you had to do was tell me, kid. - I didn't have the guts to tell you.
Not after you trusted me.
- I'll take what's coming to me. - Might be more than you bargained for.
I wouldn't be too hard on him, warden.
Could've took the easy way, got away with it.
But he stood up.
- You got Jegges Neff. - That's one way of looking at it.
You and me, warden. We're slammed down here together.
We're lifers.
But the kid's got a shot at something real.
If he don't stay caged too long.
First time I seen you go to bat for anybody, Weston.
I put a lot of work into him. Don't wanna see it go to waste.
I'll take it all into consideration.
Lock these men down.
We've got an outstanding rodeo for you today, friends.
An interesting match up in the all-around cowboy competition...
... between Cody Stavert from Treadmore Prison...
... and the current champion, Ry Weston out of Brownwood.
We'll watch that closely as the day goes on.
Right now, let's hear it for our new Rodeo Queen...
... Miss Crystal Lynn Tompkins and her court.
Hey, now, I knew a girl named Crystal.
I knew a beauty whose hair was red.
Had thighs like peanut butter. Smooth, creamy and easy to spread.
They say, " Redhead, redhead, fire in the wood shed."
- You know how that one goes. - What the hell?
That's right. Hey.
Howdy, everybody. Welcome to the best of the worst.
This is the 22nd Tri-State Prison Rodeo.
Now, here's a cowboy we've heard some good things about.
In his first rodeo, Clay Treyton.
Six and one half seconds for this rookie out of Brownwood.
Looks lik e this boy is serious about making a run at all-around cowboy.
- Good run. - A lot of these boys...
... have never rodeoed before in their lives.
So I think we ought to mak e some noise for them...
... for giving us a good show here.
Six seconds flat. Cody Stavert ties Ry Weston's old record.
That was one heck of a run.
It's official. A five and nine-tenths-second run.
A new record for Ry Weston...
... breaking his old mark by one-tenth of a second.
Looks like I got myself another championship, Bill.
You're not in the money yet, Harlan.
In the all-around, in third place, newcomer Clay Treyton.
In second, Cody Stavert.
Right on the heels of our leader, you guessed it, Ry Weston.
Hey, Weston? You were a lucky son of a bitch last time.
- Today's gonna be different. - Keep telling yourself that.
Might start believing it.
Look out there, son.
Hope you have better luck with your bull riding.
My, oh, my, oh, my, look at that boy fly.
Next out of chute four, Clay Treyton on a hard-to-ride bronc we call Zapata.
His official ride for a 78. Treyton just made it to the buzzer.
And it looks lik e he's all right after that unbelievable wreck.
Let's hear it big for this tough cowboy.
Now in chute nine, Cody Stavert from Treadmore.
Stavert gets the first 80 score of the day.
And he's got a real shot at that gold buckle.
All right, this is it. The ride you've been waiting for.
Yes, sir. This is the convict you've been waiting for.
We'll go to chute number four for the champion...
... in the Tri-State Prison Rodeo: Ry Weston on Twister.
Get his head!
What is it? What is it? What's wrong?
- My back. - Don't touch it!
Hey, get the doc! Get the doc!
Bring him over here!
- Give me a shot. I'll be okay. - It's against the rules.
And if it wasn't, I wouldn't. You need x-rays.
Is it serious, doc? You're all right, ain't you, Ry?
- Never better. - He's through. Pack up his gear.
Ain't going nowhere.
- Just give me a shot. - You wanna ride a wheelchair for life?
- Get this guy in a stretcher. - I ain't going nowhere.
Told you it'd be different today. There will be a new champ...
- You son of a bitch! - Hey, hey, hey!
Get the hell out of my face, Treyton, or I'll kick your fucking ass.
Treyton?
I'll beat that son of a bitch for you. I swear it.
It's your ride. You earned it. Beat him for yourself.
Oh, this is too bad.
Because of injury...
... Ry Weston is gonna have to withdraw from the competition.
That means we'll have a brand new all-around champion today.
But right here, friends...
... I think we should show our appreciation for a great cowboy.
You wouldn't be interested in a little wager now, Harlan?
Stavert against the kid. On the bull ride.
My man gets hurt, he wants to bet.
What do you take me for? Treyton boy's a rookie. No.
That's what I thought.
Unless he's backing Weston, he's gutless.
- You got yourself a bet. - You're on.
All right, everybody, get ready for our grand finale.
And I'm not talking about no mama's boy picnic now.
Rodeo's most dangerous event. The toughest 8 seconds in sport.
This is bull riding.
Talk about doing hard time.
I don't know why that bull's mad at you, Jesse.
Unless it was him you robbed.
And with Ry Weston out, this ride could determine...
... this year's best all-around cowboy.
Coming out of chute nine, Cody Stavert.
- Get a good run! - Go, Cody!
Way to go, Cody.
Son of a bitch didn't make it easy, did he?
Well, if you're gonna work the circuit...
...you gotta learn to handle the pressure.
- What did you just say? - You heard me.
Don't screw around about something like that.
You're green, but you got the instincts, you got the tools.
If you got it in here, you can make it out there.
I want it.
I want it bad.
I know the feeling.
All right, you're up. Get up.
Well, here's our last ride of the day.
A first-year man who's still got a shot at the all-around championship.
Coming out of chute number four, on Annihilator, Clay Treyton.
- Move on him! - Get the clowns!
Get him out of there.
- Break him loose! Break him loose! - Got it!
- Let's go get him. - Get him. Get him.
Shit.
Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen.
Cody Stavert is the new all-around champion.
I almost had him, Ry.
- What I do wrong? - Just got throwed, that's all.
- Oh, I'm sorry. - Don't worry, kid. You got it here.
- You hear me? - Yeah.
You ain't spitting up blood. That's a good thing.
Well...
...they got us both wrecked up.
Hell of a day.
You'll be all right.
I guess this is it.
Guess so.
I don't know what to say.
Not too much, I hope.
You taught me a hell of a lot.
Good.
I got in touch with the McShay spread.
I got that job. I got room, board. I got 6 bucks... Six bucks an hour.
Hell of a deal. You're only worth 3.
Here.
- This is for you. - I can't take that.
Then you'll be the only pro in the circuit without his own saddle.
Forget it. I ain't no pro.
Because you fell off a bull? With money on the line...
...there ain't a cowboy out there ain't done the same thing.
Treat it right. It'll last you.
See you, kid.
See you, Ry.