Dog Pound

Synopsis: When 17-year-old Butch is sent to the Enola Vale Youth Correctional Center in Montana for blinding an abusive correctional officer, he brings with him a deep-seated intolerance for injustices and a penchant for meting out retributions on his own. No one had better mess with him or anyone else while he's there. Unfortunately, many do.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Kim Chapiron
Production: Partizan Production
  1 win & 1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
91 min

A two-minute window

to get the bed made.

Ends of the bed when you're done.

Let's go, guys.

Shake it off.

Mr. Angel Ortiz,

grab your bucket and mop.

Come with me.

He's right here.

What's up, man?

How's it going, man?

What's up?

You just get here?


Yeah, that's cool.

How much time did you get?

- Three months, man.

- Oh!

- Just three?

- Just three.

- Shit!

- That ain't shit, cuz.

You know, I just did

three months fucking three times.

I could do that on my fucking head

in the hole. You know what I mean?

Yeah. Yeah.

So how long you got, man?

What do you mean,

how long I got?

Who the f*ck's business is that, man?

Just asking, man.

I don't know.

Don't be asking no stupid

punk-ass questions around here.

You'll go get yourself hurt, boy.

Yeah, all right, man.

- You looking to get fucked up?

- No, man.

- Looking to get fucked up?

- Relax, relax!

Huh? Looking to get fucked up?

Just fucking with you, man.

This n*gger's a bitch, cuz.

- No, man.

- Brush it off. Calm down, man.

Your boots, though, man...

They're looking, uh,

pretty nice, man.

Where did you get those at?

- At the mall.

- At the mall?

- Yeah.

- How much were they?

They were, like,

I don't know, 100 bucks.

Your mom give you those kicks

or something? A little present?

- From mommy?

- No, man.


- No, man. I bought these.

- You bought 'em?

- Yeah.

- You a hustler, all right.


F*ck! Hustler hustlin'.

What size are you, 10? Big man?

Let me check them boots out.

Cop 'em over.

No, man. I'm only an 8.

What the f*ck you mean,

you is only an 8? Don't look like no 8!

- You fucking lying to my boy?

- Don't look like a fucking 8 to me!

All right, man.

Come on, man.

Don't be a bitch, man.

- They are nice-ass boots.

- Whoo-hee!

Yeah. I lookin' fresh to death.

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