different
way of life from anything we're used to.
We would like to touch base with you
on one or two ideas...
that we think would make life
a lot easier for all of us.
Do we have to listen to this?
Were you in
the middle of something?
No. Mr. Wilson just doesn't feel
the same need...
to be hospitable
to our out-of-town guests as I do.
Get on the bull.
- "Get on the bull"?
- Get on the bull!
Is that what that is?
I didn't know.
Is that a recreational activity?
I was hoping for
volleyball or tennis.
We have an annual prison rodeo.
We're awfully proud of it.
We like to run you new fellas
through this little test...
just to see if you have
any aptitude for it.
Sure. Fine with me.
Make sure we haven't overlooked
some big rodeo star.
- You won't be needing me, right?
- You wanna shut up?
Let her rip.
You're on backwards.
Over the rig.
I thought you meant the other way.
I was looking for the horns to come out.
- Ready, Mr. Wilson?
- Ready.
Proceed.
You gotta try this.
It's fun. It's like
the merry-go-round at Coney Island.
Try two level.
Where's the part
where I go "hee-haw"?
Go to three.
This is fun.
Look, Ma, I'm dancin'.
Ride it, Skip!
Ride that son of a bitch!
All right.
- Is it all right if I get off now?
- Yes, you can get off now.
You two fellas can go on back
to your cells. Mr. Barstow.
We had a nice little visit,
didn't we, Warden?
Here are some of those ideas
I was talking to you about earlier.
Chew on these for a few days,
and when you're ready, give me a call...
and we'll go over them.
- Get rid of them.
- Maybe we could meet for lunch.
- I don't believe what I just saw.
- The damn machine's malfunctioning.
The machine's fine. Maybe you'd like
to get up on it and try it for a six.
- Luck was all it was.
- That boy's a born cowboy.
- From New York?
- I don't care if he's from Tasmania.
No inmate ever took Double-Aught
to six level before.
Your big rodeo star Graham...
born with cow shit in his ears,
he never got past a four.
- Graham's had a lot of injuries.
- And I've had ten years of humiliation.
I ain't even gonna talk about
the money trouble I'm in...
from losing to Warden Sampson and his
Doerin Prison gorillas because of him.
If that eastern kid's for real,
he's gonna ride for Glenboro Prison...
in the next rodeo and we're gonna whip
Sampson's boys and win that prize.
Now, get that kid
back in here in an hour.
I wanna test him out
on Double-Aught again.
Checking it out with him.
My back hurts.
I'm gonna have to drop out.
My back still hurts
from yesterday.
It's at it again.
Harry, rub me a little bit
right here, would ya?
That's it.
Good. That's better.
Did you try that thing
in the warden's office? It's fun!
Jesus is the champion bull rider
from his province, man.
You're kidding.
That's wonderful. Does that mean
you're gonna ride in the prison rodeo?
Jesus says the rodeo is bullshit.
Why?
Do you know how much money they make
from this rodeo? $85,000 to $100,000.
$100,000.
That money is supposed to go
to the prisoners. But we don't get shit.
We get our ass kicked.
They get rich.
Are you telling me the prisoners
don't get one penny of that money?
No. Well, I'm exaggerating
a little here.
Two years ago, we got
new Ping-Pong balls, five boxes.
I don't understand.
Then why do the guys go to the rodeo?
They scare the shit out of everybody
by threatening to deny their parole.
That's how they get
all the kiss-asses.
Outrageous, man.
Over in Texas,
they run an honest rodeo, man.
Yeah. The prisoners
can even keep the prize money.
Them wardens over there
are pretty decent...
not like these pricks.
Isn't that fuckin' outrageous?
Say, I hear you went to a six
on Double-Aught.
My man.
Did you tell him that?
It wasn't so tough.
Well, if you really did a six...
they are going to want you to ride
in that Top Hand Competition next time.
So? Don't worry about me.
I'm not a brownnoser.
Everybody