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.
 
IMDB:
7.0
Metacritic:
57
Rotten Tomatoes:
65%
NOT RATED
Year:
2010
91 min
723 Views


Aw! Enough of that sh*t!

Shut the f*** up, b*tch.

Don't call me a b*tch.

You're so beautiful.

Get out of your f***ing room!

Turn it lower, for God's sake!

Sorry, Mom!

Are you all right, kid?

You little f***!

- Did you make this?

- No.

Your cellmate told me

you made this.

Don't hit me again.

Don't do that again, man!

- Are you threatening me, boy?

- I'm f***ing threatening you, man!

- Do you know where you are?

- F***ing right, b*tch!

F*** you!

Don't do it again!

I'm gonna come back in five

and you're gonna give me a name.

And that's an order.

F***ing c*nt!

F*** you!

Gentlemen, strip out of

your civilian clothes

and place all of your belongings

in the box with your name on it.

We'll give back your shoes

once this search is complete.

All of your belongings.

Shake your hair.

Wiggle your fingers.

Spread your toes.

Blow your nose.

Now turn around.

Bend over.

Cough.

Harder.

Stand up.

Turn around.

Okay, boys,

now we'll get you dressed.

Gentlemen, welcome to Enola Vale

Youth Correctional Facility.

I'm your superintendent,

Mr. Sands.

If you have any problems

or any questions during your stay here,

you will report them

to your unit supervisor,

in this case,

Officer Goodyear.

He will then report it to me.

As for school,

your re-socialization unit supervisor...

...basic rules around the place.

You better be listening.

No weapons, no sharp items.

No pornographic material,

no illegal substance,

no tobacco, no alcohol

and no signs of gang activity

will be permitted

on the facility of Enola Vale.

Any questions?

Excellent.

You're 30 minutes late again.

What's your excuse this time?

- Did I miss something?

- That's not the point.

You're late and it's becoming

an ongoing habit.

- Were they prepped on the basics?

- I just did that.

Good. Perfect timing.

Well, what fresh hellions

are these?

Angel.

Davis.

Guilty as charged.

Yeah, well, do me a favor,

sunshine.

Yank the pants up.

There's no gangster wannabes

on my unit.

Butch.

Gentlemen,

pick up your belongings.

Single file.

Where are you two mutts

coming from?

We just finished

Social Studies class, Mr. G.

- And where are you going?

- Going to the library.

I'm gone the weekend,

I come back,

and you're in Special Unit.

What happened?

- Nothing.

- What you do?

I didn't do nothing.

No, you didn't do anything.

And that makes sense.

They throw you in the hole

for two days for not doing nothing.

Why are you bothering him?

He told you he didn't do anything.

- What, are you his lawyer?

- No.

I'm a judge.

- Pull your pants up and move on.

- All right, Mr. G.

Like to see you out of that costume

by the end of the week too.

Let's go.

Butch, bed on the far left.

Davis, straight ahead.

Angel, right here.

Stow your gear and come over here

and line up.

Listen carefully.

This is a new day for you gentlemen.

No one in here cares about any felonies

you may have committed in the past.

The judge may have given you

a sentence,

but in reality, your sentence

all depends on your behavior.

You show some good will

towards change

and you get an earlier parole hearing

with the judge.

Am I boring you, sunshine?

No, sir.

Good.

'Cause I read your report

and you should be listening the closest.

Right now, you're all Level 1.

Evaluations will determine for us

whether you actually want to change

and rehabilitate.

Show us some improvements

and you can move to Level 2

and become a trustee.

You'll notice these gentlemen

by their sports black pants

and their polo shirts.

They've acknowledged they've made

some poor choices in life,

but they've proven to staff,

and more importantly

to themselves,

that they're ready to re-enter society

with the necessary skills

to avoid further criminal behavior.

Becoming a trustee

comes with a lot of privileges.

But if you mess up,

if you try any crazy stuff

on anybody in here or yourself

or you try to bust out,

well, congratulations.

You just won an orange suit

and a free trip to Special Unit.

So, gentlemen,

make your stay pleasant here

by being good to yourself,

your peers and the staff,

and I guarantee you'll be all right.

All right, unpack.

Good, boys.

Hot bowl of sh*t coming right up.

- You stinkin' like sh*t.

- No, I don't.

Thanks, partner.

Do some dishes

or something, Loony. F***!

F*** your dishes!

Loony, he thinks he's...

No.

Hurry up.

Keep it moving.

Is this seat taken?

Somebody get clumsy

with the ladle?

Don't move on it, man.

You'll just end up in the hole

where that a**hole Banks wants you.

The best thing...

just pay no mind.

Eventually, they'll

leave you alone like they did me.

I mean, that was also

because I have AIDS.

You know, we all know

why you're in here,

especially Banks.

You like that one, huh?

It's pretty cool.

It's for all the virgins

I corrupted, man.

Yo, drop it and flush it!

Don't worry 'bout it.

What the f***?

- Throw me back my toothpaste, man.

- F*** you! Get it yourself!

F***ing prairie n*gger.

Sal!

- What?

Come here.

All right, gentlemen.

Let's settle down.

Sal, get back in your bed.

Good night, gentlemen.

- Hey, Goodyear.

- Morning. How was the night?

No problems.

Control, open gate B2, please.

- Thank you, sir.

- Have a good day.

You too.

Control, open dormitory A1.

Wakey, wakey!

Hands off snaky! Let's go!

Let's go, gentlemen.

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