Dogboys

Okay, let's go.

Single file against the bus.

You heard me!

Two lines!

Hold it!

You! Get back in line.

The guy fell down.

Keep moving, and keep your mouth shut.

Seventeen from diagnostic, boss.

Welcome to retrieve.

Obey the rules, stay in line,

do your time, go home to your loved ones.

Fuck with US, we'll Bury you here.

You hear something funny, dick brain?

Not me.

Watch it.

That goes for the rest of you ladies.

Gate!

On my command, left face!

Move it up double time.

March! Hut!

Form a line!

Hut! Hut!

Let's go, ladies!

Hey. How you doin', man?

You remember me?

Diagnostic.

You picked me up.

Thanks, man.

Sure.

First time, right, man?

You look green.

Name's Smitty.

I'm with the brotherhood.

A man's gotta have friends in here.

Find some friends, do your time, get out.

Ain't no running from retrieve.

No, no, runnin' at all.

No, best... best find friends fast.

I'm not much of a joiner.

You know, I'd think again, brother.

They got cons in here eat a fish like you

for breakfast. Niggers.

They don't get you, spics will.

Hey, you got to belong.

Thanks for the advice.

You think you can do this alone?

Yeah.

You don't have friends, what are you gonna do

to make it?

You know what, man?

You're starting to bother me, okay?

Well, it's your ass.

Is he in, man?

What did he say, man?

Is he cool or what?

Is he down?

So, what's your name, sweet face?

Taylor. Julian Taylor. You?

Wet dream.

Well, it's nice to meet you,

Mr. Dream.

You pimpin' me, boy?

I don't think so.

Well, good, 'cause you're gonna be my girl,

and I don't like my bitches gettin' sassy with me.

Nah. You're not my type.

You're gonna be my sweet thing,

or you're gonna end up dead.

I'll pass.

You got no choice.

Back off!

What's he in for, Mr. Walsh?

Aggravated assault.

Three counts, sir.

Ah. Well, it says here he cleaned out a bar in town.

One of the men was an off-duty cop.

Stupid bastard.

Well, let's take a look at him.

Prior convictions?

No, sir.

No civil crimes, that is.

Marine corps!

Oh, what's this?

Oh! Dishonorable discharge.

Seems he was court-martialed, sir, no details.

Ah, light heavyweight champion.

Well, that explains it.

Sorry, sir?

Why he always settles arguments with his fists.

Stand up for the warden.

So, they, uh...

They ran you out of the marine corps.

No, sir, warden.

I just walked.

Well, boy, you done all the walking you gonna do

for a long time.

Here you're gonna run, run the piss and vinegar

right out of you.

You're for the doghouse, boy, and that ain't just

a figure of speech.

But first we're gonna let you cool off for a few days.

Mr. Walsh, have this man escorted to the tank.

Yes, sir, warden, sir!

Guard!

Yes, sir!

You enjoy your stay here, now, okay?

Want a hand?

Oops.

Well, good morning, Mr. Walsh.

Wait.

The warden told me

to bring you this new fish.

How'd he enjoy his time in the tank?

Soften him up any?

Speak up, Mr. Walsh.

Don't be shy.

W-Well, sir...

When we found him this morning, he was

doing push-ups... I mean pull-ups.

That's all.

Yes, sir.

Not you.

You're one of those red-ass, hot-tempered sons of bitches,

aren't you?

Nobody pushes you around.

I hold my own.

You believe in fate, son?

Never really thought about it.

Think about it.

( Growling )

Clyde, meet the new dogboy.

Clyde.

( Panting )

Good boy, Clyde.

Good boy, Clyde.

Good boy.

You sent for me, boss?

Pappy, this here is Julian Taylor.

Warden sent him to US for safekeeping.

Seems he's got an excess of energy needs to be

run out of him.

Yes, boss.

Show him to his bunk, get him suited up,

and let's see what he's got.

Yes, boss.

Taylor.

Toe the line.

You stay out of trouble, son, you'll do your time easily.

You give me any crap at all, I'll have you back in that tank

faster than you can say "honey, I'm home."

Okay.

"Yes, boss."

"Yes, boss."

That captain brown.

He's from the outback.

Out back of where?

You know, down under?

Australia?

Yeah, well, he sure works overtime at playing

the hard ass.

That ain't play.

That man's hard to the bone.

Punk kid like you can't see the difference,

no wonder he's in here.

This is the stables.

Oh! Oh ho ho, yeah.

Right at home.

What do you think this is, a goddamn gymnasium

you're coming to?

Your bunk's the last one on the end.

What about that one?

Ain't for you, kid.

That's for the top dog, best of the dogboys.

You got a long way to go before you get near that bunk.

Top dog? Is that you?

Hell, no.

I don't sleep in here.

Trustees got their own house.

Oh, yeah?

Well, how do I get to be a trustee, then?

First you come here for life.

Yeah? Who'd you kill?

My wife and the man she was with.

Sorry, man.

I was just...

It don't matter no more.

That was then.

This is now.

Only now counts.

It don't matter who or what you were

before you got here.

Only thing that matters is who you are here and now.

You got that right in your mind?

are kind of noisy.

You'll be so dog-tired, you won't even notice.

You'll sleep like a baby.

Taking care of dogs.

How tough can it be?

( Dogs panting, barking ) ( Julian panting, grunting )