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(Train horn blowing in distance)

Woman: (Narrating) They say this land isn't a place to live,

it's a place to leave.

Then why do people stay?

(Melancholy country music)

♪ I have sunk as low ♪

♪ As a man could go ♪

♪ The world has turned me down ♪

♪ Then you picked me up ♪

♪ And you kissed me sweet ♪

♪ And changed a beggar into a king ♪

♪ Yes, you took the rags ♪

♪ From off of my back ♪

♪ And you gave me love to keep me warm ♪

♪ Yes, you picked me up ♪

♪ And you kissed me sweet ♪

♪ And changed a beggar into a king ♪

♪ Yes, you picked me up ♪

♪ And you kissed me sweet ♪

♪ And changed a beggar into a king ♪

(Electric buzzing)

(Crickets chirping)

(Slurring) Well, fuck you, guys.

Motherfuckers.

(Indistinct muttering)

Fucking grocery.

(Siren warning blast)

Been doing some drinking tonight?

No.

Come on, let's go.

(Slap)

Oof!

Come here.

(Groan) Fuck! Ahh!

I didn't do shit.

Didn't do anything?

I didn't do nothing. I didn't do shit.

You just assaulted a police officer.

I thought you said "pussy wagon",

not "paddy wagon"!

I want my money back!

(Indistinct conversation)

(Soft music)

(Distant siren wailing)

(Soft moaning)

I want to suck you.

It's going to cost extra.

Oh, okay. (Clearing throat)

Mmmm...

(Toy squeaking)

Huh!

Toy: (Squeaking) Mama!

(Awkward chuckling)

Sorry. It's impossible

to get the kids to clean up their damn stuff.

(Sighing)

(Moaning)

♪ We should make it last ♪

♪ We should make it long ♪

♪ Either way, you're gonna like it some ♪

(Truck horn blasting)

(Cell lock buzzing)

(Banging, gate rattling)

Who's Luther Maryboy, A.K.A. Sick Boy?

(Keys jingling)

Grab your shit, you're out of here.

Man: Officer Nakai is a good friend of mine.

I explained to him your situation.

Well, what'd he... what'd he say?

He's going to drop the charges.

(Relieved laughter)

You're a lifesaver, yo.

Thank you. Thank you.

What the hell were you thinking?

You know you leave for basic training in four days.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

(Scoffing) You think your drill sergeant

is going to let you get away with "I didn't mean for that to happen"?

No.

You think your enemy in combat

is going to let you off the hook like that?

No.

No, what?

No, Sergeant.

Look,

when you first walked into my office,

you told me you wanted to provide a better life

for you and your family.

Now, I believe you,

but you got to understand,

joining the army is not a right,

it's a privilege.

I promise I won't fuck up again.

Damn straight!

Because if you so much as get a parking ticket

between now and Monday...

that's it.

Woman: Wow! It says your last visit was 10 years ago.

You must be healthy.

(Giggle)

No, I actually don't live here anymore.

I only come back in the summers.

Mm.

Um... does it say anything in there

about my biological parents?

I'm afraid I can't share chart information with patients.

Sorry.

Someone will be with you shortly.

(Door closes)

(Soft music)

(Knocking on door)

Come in.

Nizhoni, are you okay?

I saw your name on the check-in sheet.

I'm fine, Mom, just need a refill.

What's this doing here?

Nurses are more trouble than they're worth.

What's the refill for?

Right there.

I thought we were done with this.

You're sleeping better lately.

Mom, I'm having the crazy dreams again.

Well, I can't just keep giving you meds willy-nilly.

These are very addictive.

And you're only supposed to take these if you have severe insomnia.

Can I just have something to get me through the week?

I've barely slept.

All right.

I'll give you a seven-day refill, but just this once.

(Silently mouthing)

(Birds chirping)

(Music)

Woman: Felixia, are you awake?

Just a second, I'm changing.

Okay.

I'm going into town in a few minutes.

I just wanted to know if you still needed a ride.

Yes, Grandma. I'll be right out.

(Hangers rattling)

Hmm, morning.

I'll be right with you.

I just have to finish this burrito for Grandpa.

All right.

(Start-up music on computer)

(Electronic beep)

(Message alert tone)

(Electronic beep)

(Message alert tone)

(Musical tone)

(Speaking Navajo) ...you ready to go?

Yeah.

(Wood cracking)

Felixia: Grandma,

can you please not tell Grandpa about the calendar?

Okay.

What is he doing, anyway?

Well, he's splitting firewood

for a Kinaaldá ceremony.

I told the people who want the ceremony

to come chop their own wood,

but no one has shown.

It starts tonight.

Felixia: Why does he have to do all the hard work?

'Cause everybody thinks

being a medicine man is easy.

Yeah, Harmon!

Why can't you wait

until somebody shows up to do that?

You think this wood's going to chop itself?

Grandma: No.

We're going into town to run some errands,

and she has a calendar audition.

Grandma.

I'm sorry. It just slipped.

Calendar?

What kind of calendar?

The women of the Navajo.

They okay with you auditioning?

Just says you got to be between 16 and 25.

You know, I was up this morning,

praying to the morning spirits.

When I came outside,

first thing I saw was a morning star.

I've never seen it so bright and beautiful.

Became overcome by emotion.

I began to cry.

When I opened my eyes,

the star was gone.

I looked to the south;

I saw it again.

And it was moving, blinking lights.

(Laughing) Holy shit.

I thought I was having a sacred moment.

(Chuckling)

All this time, I'd been praying to an airplane.

(Laughing)

You know, what we look for and what we get

aren't always the same thing.

Grandma: (Speaking Navajo)

Ah.

(Traffic din)

Well, it looks like we have a couple of hours

with some road techs on the reservation.

Uh, do you by any chance

have anything inside the city limits?

Hmm...

not until Monday.

I'll be gone by then. Uh...

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, sure.

When you first came here this summer,

you said you needed to do community service

for your college scholarship,

and you've done all your work in the city.

For some reason, you haven't done anything

on the reservation.

Why?

Well, it's dangerous.

Who told you that?

My mom.

Um, Mrs. Young,

are you absolutely sure you have nothing?

I wish I could help you,

but I'm afraid all I can offer now

is the couple of hours of community service

with the road techs.

Yeah.

No, thank you.

I'll just stick with the soup kitchen.

Okay. Good luck.

Thank you.

(Car alarm wailing in distance)

Hey, sis. (Sigh)

You stink.

It's good to see you too.

What are you doing with those?

It's for summer school,

we're learning animals.

All right.

Let's see what you got.

(In Navajo)

(Speaking in Navajo)

Mmm...

I don't know that one.

(Navajo word)

(Repeating)

(Second word, in Navajo)

(Repeating)

(Both words, in Navajo)

(Repeating)

It means, "nose like a rope".

Is Angela inside?

Yeah.

Is she mad?

(Door opening, closing)

Ohh, I got to get some groceries.

How are you going to get food?

(Taps running)

Sick Boy: You cashed my cheques?

Yeah, I did, and there were two overdraft charges,

so half the cheque went to that.

I heard you pulled a gun on a cop last night.

I just hit him in the ear, that's it.

Oh, that's great. That's great.

You just hit him in the ear.

Luther, what if your recruiter finds out?

He knows.

He talked to the police and they dropped the charges.

Why is Max wearing jewellery?

When I get a medicine man,

he's going to do a puberty ceremony on her.

What? When did this happen?

I would have told you if you weren't so busy

running around punching cops.

I'm just saying. I mean, c-can't this just wait

until I get out of basic...

No!

No, she just had her first period.

It has to happen within four days of that.

Whoa. Way too much information.

You asked.

All right. Well...

what do you need me to do?

Look, I made all the arrangements.

I need you to go to your mom's

and pick up Max's moccasins.

Do we really need the moccasins that bad?

Yeah, we do.

They're for the ceremony.

And I sure as hell ain't gonna go over there.

What's that mean?

Look, I know she's your mom.

I'm not saying she's crazy,

but the court did say

you were a better legal guardian for Max than her.

All right.

I'll swing by and pick them up on my way.

Okay, then.

(Sigh)

I'll pick up dinner too.

(Upbeat music playing)

Hi, how are you?

Oh my God, girl.

People are staring at you.

So what? Let them stare.

Did you get it?

Yes.

Wow, I can't even tell which one is fake.

(Chuckling) Okay.

Why did you need this in such a hurry?

"We are thrilled to invite you

"to our final selection round this Saturday

at the Dry Lake Casino convention hall."

I made the finals.

Girl, can you be a little more realistic?

What is that supposed to mean?

Look, I'm sorry if I sound a little bitchy.

Oh my God. What happened to your eye?

You do not want to know.

Are you okay?

(Sigh) You know what?

Give 'em hell at the audition.

(Chuckle) Thanks, girl.

(Water spraying)

Hello, Miss Beautiful.

Good afternoon, Elmer.

And my name is Nizhoni, you know that.

That's what Nizhoni means, don't it?

"Beautiful"?

Like a rainbow...

(Chuckling)

or a sunset.

Or you.

That is so sweet.

Okay.

Do you want to play our little game today?

Okay. Meet me back here, okay?

You want me to ask people about...

Shhh.

(Whispering) David and Darlene Pinto?

(Whispering) Yeah.

But we're going to change it just a little bit, okay?

Today, we're going to ask for Darlene and Buster.

Darlene and Buster. Buster and Darlene.

Yeah, that's right. And remember,

if you find someone who knows them,

you get a big prize, but...

(Whispering) don't let Sister Celeste find out, okay?

Darlene and Buster.

Buster and Darlene.

Darlene and Buster.

(Rap music on car stereo) Grab the mic and stab a dude

'cause I don't like his attitude

If that don't work, I have to pull the pistol out...

Man: Hey, motherfucker, give me your money!

Man, fuck you.

I said give me your money

before my friend here decides to sound off.

(Liquid squirting)

Hey!

(Squirting)

Hey, fuck...

Hey, man, watch the leather, man!

Okay, okay!

Peace, peace, peace!

We good?

We good?

Yeah, peace, man.

Fucking squirt gun!

What's up, man?

What's up, bro?

Hey, I heard you pistol-whipped a cop last night.

What?

No, I just hit him...

(Muttering)

Whatever. Come roll with us, man. 10 minutes.

I-I got to get some shit for Angela.

Well, fuck that.

Make it worth your while.

I got a drug test.

Drug test?

Man, don't tell me you're still fucking with that army shit?

Take this,

it'd be out of your system by Monday.

All right.

10 minutes.

Let's go.

(Rap music continues)

(Indistinct chatter, machines beeping, ringing)

Guess who?

(Chuckling)

Umm... Erica.

Erica?

Who the hell is Erica?

Felixia?

Who is this Erica?

My sister.

She's, uh, meeting me here for lunch.

How did you get in here?

I got a fake ID.

(Coughing)

Um, I got to go.

But your money's on the slot machine.

Take it.

It's yours.

Huh.

Hey, Elmer.

Did you have any luck?

Elmer. Elmer, stop.

Did you have any luck?

Sister Celeste said I'm not supposed to talk to you.

I'm sorry, Elmer. I didn't mean to get you in trouble.

Sister Celeste said I'm not supposed to talk to you!

I'm sorry, Elmer.

Elmer, I'm sorry.

(Dialling beeps)

Woman: (On phone) Hello?

Hi. Hi, Mrs. Young.

Mrs. Young: (On phone) Oh, hi Nizhoni.

Yeah. Do you still got community service

with the road techs?

Woman: (On speaker) Welcome to (Indistinct) Burger, how may I help you?

Yeah, I need a number 69.

Hey, grab me number four with green chili.

Hey, shut up, I ain't ordering food.

(Laughing)

I have a number 69, please come forward.

I'll have your total at the window.

So you're really leaving for the army?

Yup. What I'm going to do?

Stick around here with you fuckers? (Laugh)

Go ahead, show him.

Which one do you like?

1911 and a Glock.

Depends. What are you using them for?

I'm going to rob somebody.

Get the fuck out of here.

Hey man, put that shit away.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Inaudible)

I'm here for the audition.

Have a seat. Someone will be right with you.

Thanks.

Felix?

Is that you?

(Chuckle) Do I know you?

We were in algebra together.

Mrs. Bennolli's class.

Karah.

What you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Um...

I'm just here with my cousin.

And...

(Laugh) why are you all dressed up?

She should be around here somewhere...

Wait.

You're not... You're not auditioning, are you?

What? No. Um... I'm...

just waiting for her. She...

She needs my support.

Um... she's a little nervous.

Felixia John.

Is Felixia John here?

Follow me this way.

(Scoffing laughter)

I know him.

When did you start selling that shit?

Check that out.

What's that?

Instructions for making meth.

We know how to make it, it's just...

one little ingredient, you know. It's tough to get. Sudafed.

So, why don't you just go to the store and buy some Sudafed?

(Inhale)

We would.

It's just we need a lot of it.

So, you're going to rob somebody for it?

Yup.

Ruckus here knows when they get the...

the pharma shipments over at Walmart when he used to work there.

Monday morning.

We were going to ask if you wanted in on it

but I guess you're still trying to be Captain America.

Man, take me back to the store.

So, which gun would you use?

I don't want any part of this shit.

Hypothetically speaking,

if you were going to rob someone,

which gun would you use?

Hypothetically speaking?

If I'm robbing a warehouse, a gun's a fucking gun.

Hell, I could jack them with your squirt gun.

What I'm worried about is the police.

Getting caught in a shoot-out.

Now most cops carry a standard issue Glock.

Each shot requires a longer and harder trigger pull.

It's like a built in fail-safe

to cut down on officer shootings and shit.

And knowing that,

I'd want something with a faster trigger.

I'd want to pop off 10 to 15 rounds

in the time it takes their Glock to do six.

I'd go with a 1911,

A-1, hands down.

Damn. You're going to fuck shit up in the army, ain't you?

Like I said,

I don't want any part of this shit.

Here, let me out.

Woman: (In Navajo)

I'm sorry, I don't speak Navajo.

Woman: Thank you. Please head through those doors.

Wait, that's it?

Woman: Next!

I would just like to say

that it is an honour to be here.

I know that I can represent the Navajo women

as both sovereign and self-determined.

(In Navajo)

Woman: Um... I'm sorry, can you repeat that in English?

Thank you. You can head through those doors

and pick up your head shot.

Woman: Next!

Hello, my name is...

(In Navajo)

(In Navajo)

Finally someone who can speak Navajo!

I tell you,

beautiful girls are a dime a dozen,

but the women in this calendar must represent us.

And if they can't even speak their own language,

how can they call themselves Diné?

(Chuckle) I was raised by my grandparents,

they're pretty traditional.

(Indistinct whispering)

If you were to get a spot on this calendar,

would you consider changing your hair

back to its original colour?

Yes, of course.

Anything I can do to be a model.

Man: Perfect.

Can you come back tomorrow for some photo tests?

Yes.

Man: Thanks.

(Vehicle approaching)

You're here for community service?

Yeah.

Hop in, we got some work to do.

Yeah!

♪ Only you ♪

♪ Can make my dreams come true ♪

♪ Only you ♪

♪ Can make things turn out right ♪

♪ Love like ours ♪

Woman: Hello.

Hi, how are you?

I'm good, how are you?

I'm good, thank you.

♪ Only you ♪

♪ Can break my heart ♪

Aren't you forgetting the hamburger?

(Chuckle)

Aren't you missing the alcohol?

We got plenty of that.

Where's the party at?

Well, I don't know the address, but, um...

You can call me in an hour

and I'll let you know.

Sick Boy: All right.

There you go.

Woman: $10.82.

Man: My name's Copenhagen

and this here is my associate, Leroy Leroy.

Leroy Leroy?

That's right.

Know why his mama named him that?

Um...

No, why?

Because nobody knows his daddy's last name.

(Laughter)

Hey, hey.

You know why his mama named him Copenhagen?

Um, maybe because she was from Denmark?

Huh?

Oh, never mind.

Because the only thing his daddy left behind

was a can of chewing tobacco!

(Laughter)

That, that, that's great. Um.

But do you mind signing this for me?

Ah... I only sign cheques.

(Laughter)

What is that?

That's not like a treaty, is it?

It's actually just for a college scholarship.

Huh...I didn't know they punished people

for stuff like that.

(Chuckling)

So, where are you going to school?

Calvin College.

It's in Michigan.

Oh, wow. That sounds fancy.

Are you going to be, like, a receptionist or actress?

No, um...

I like helping people and...

I like travelling too, so...

I think I'm going to become a missionary.

(Laughter)

This girl's funny.

I'm not joking.

(Clears throat)

All right.

Sorry.

Thank you.

So, uh...

What exactly are we going to be doing anyway?

Same as always.

Always.

Road kill clean-up.

Road kill clean-up. That's us.

Man: (On radio) Base to Copenhagen,

we've got a 10-87 at Red Rock Elementary. Over.

Yeah, this is Copenhagen. Copy that.

We are on our way.

Yeah.

Yo.

You need a ride?

Um...

Sure.

Thank you so much.

My name is Sick Boy.

Felixia. Nice to meet you.

Thanks, again. I appreciate it.

Yeah.

Where are we going?

My friend, her name is Tracy.

I know her.

She hangs out with that faggot, Eugene, right?

Uh... Yeah.

(Chuckling) That's funny.

So, um, which way are we going?

Well, just get out and take a right.

(Engine shuts off)

Copenhagen: Here we go,

an unidentified animal.

Also known as a 10-87.

First rule of clean-up,

make sure it's dead.

Second rule,

determine what it is.

Ah!

Copenhagen: (In Navajo)

Wait, what's going on?

It's an owl.

It's a very bad sign.

Means somebody's going to die.

But you can't just leave it.

Kids go to school here.

What if it's diseased?

Two things we don't mess with, bible lady:

owls and coyotes.

Wait, you guys are joking, right?

You're just trying to scare me.

But I'm not afraid of a silly Navajo superstition.

(Metallic clang)

Nothing happened, everything's okay.

Here.

(Hip hop music)

Man: (Rapping) Yeah, yeah

Yeah, let's go, uh

The freshest flow on the map

Set the tone on the track

Next to go, up to bat

No metronome, just raw rap

New Mexico got my back

Record rolls on the wax

Bless your soul, extra pro

Let you know... (Indistinct)

It's ethical, all is fact

I started from scratch

I'm a part of this rap till the stars collapse

(Mixed chatter)

You sure you don't want to come in?

Nah...

I got stuff to do.

You cool?

You sure you don't want to come in for one second?

Maybe one second, then I'm out.

All right, let's go.

(Mixed chatter)

Man: (Rapping) We're trendsetters

Depicted through my pen's essence

Wouldn't trade my best of friends

For gems and treasures

The end is never, we blend together

It extends forever

Check my measures, tens or better...

Eugene: Hello, hello.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Or should I say "pussy".

Eugene,

this is my new friend, Sick Boy.

Sick Boy, Eugene.

You sure you don't want one drink?

It's not like the Hamburger Helper's going to spoil

or anything. (Chuckling)

Yeah, maybe, uh, one drink then I'm out.

Where did you get him?

He is cute.

Well, he doesn't know, okay?

What, that you want to sword fight?

Eugene, don't say anything.

Girl, I'm just messing.

Just promise me you'll be careful.

(Sighs)

I got to go.

Okay, look, I'm sorry.

I really thought you guys were joking.

Why would we joke about that?

Because it's just superstition.

Superstition?

Are you Navajo?

Yes! But...

I'm also Christian.

(In Navajo)

What did he say?

Nothing.

Okay, look, I know you're talking about me.

You're not from here, are you?

Yes...

Uh, and no.

I was born here...

but I've been going to boarding school in Michigan

since middle school.

So, you came all the way from Michigan

to help us pick up road kill?

Well, not totally.

I'm also here looking for my biological family.

You're adopted?

Nizhoni: Yeah.

My, uh, my real parents

died in a car crash when I was seven.

Copenhagen: You have any luck finding them?

Not really.

All I know is that their names were David and Darlene Pinto.

I went to school with a girl named Darlene.

She married a guy with the last name Pinto.

I think everyone just called him Buster.

That's it!

That was his nickname.

Copenhagen!

(Screech of tires)

(Screaming)

Leroy: (Groaning)

What the heck?

(Eerie music)

All: (Chanting) Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot...

Here we go...

(Cheering, laughter)

Okay, you're going to have to take this one.

Ugh...

(Groan)

(Cheering)

I'm going to go turn on some new music.

Hey, yo, don't put in none of that... that dance shit on.

Put on some, like, fucking 2Pac or something.

Woman: Whatever.

Something!

(Whispering) How'd you get that in there?

Don't miss.

(Ball clattering)

It's not fair! I get to go again!

No, man, fuck that. You missed. Next person.

You don't make the rules.

Man: That's right.

Nobody tells me what to do in my house.

Especially no mouth-breathing diabetes motherfucker

like yourself, man.

Hey, how fat are you, anyways?

You one of them dudes that hasn't, like...

seen his dick in like 10 years or something?

I have a thyroid problem. I can't help it.

That the scientific name for it?

Can't see your dick?

Yo, why you so concerned?

You talking to me?

You're the only one that seems to be...

talking about dicks.

Okay, I'm back. Whose turn is it?

This bitch over here wants to go.

Man: Yo, shots.

Don't miss.

All: (Chanting) Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot...

(Cheering)

Tell you what.

I'm going to let my homie over here

decide who takes the next shot.

Yo, fuck you, punk. You want to go?

Woman: Hey, Roscoe, cut it out!

I don't want no drama today.

We can take this outside.

Don't fuck with him, he shot a cop. Come on.

Go in the other room. Come over here.

You're lucky my girl is here, man.

Sick Boy: All right, guys, come on.

Okay, here's to everyone

who can't handle their fucking liquor.

Woman: (Indistinct muttering)

Hello?

(Wheezing gasps)

You okay?

I was trying to keep him warm

and he... he just...

Copenhagen: Okay.

he just died.

Just calm down.

Who died and where?

(Sobbing)

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to hit him.

I... It was an accident. I tried...

Copenhagen: We're going to call the cops

and we'll get you an ambulance, okay?

Woman: (Crying) No, no, no! Don't call the cops.

I need to get something out of the glove box first.

What's in the glove box?

(Hysterical sobbing)

Leroy.

Okay.

(Sobbing continues)

I didn't mean to hit him, it just...

Copenhagen: Bible lady! Come here!

Girl: I love animals!

Ahh...

Shine your light inside, come here.

Yeah, in there.

Do you ever have déjà vu?

I don't speak Spanish.

Shine your light right here...

Okay.

Woman: (Muttering) I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Is this yours?

No, no, no, no, no, that's not mine.

O-okay.

That's not mine. Please, don't...

Don't call the cops.

Okay, calm down.

That's not mine!

No-nobody's calling anybody, okay?

Cops are on the way.

What?

No, no, no, no...

I don't want to go to jail!

Copenhagen: Hey, hey!

Nizhoni: Wait, wait, we're trying to help you!

Stop, we're trying to help you!

Just let it go, bible lady.

No!

She's in shock. She needs help.

I said, let her go! It's too dangerous out there.

Copenhagen: Come on, we'll wait in the truck!

(Eerie music)

Come on!

It's the last one.

I was supposed to be home ten minutes ago.

You've been saying that all night, silly.

(Chuckling) Fuck.

This time I mean it.

Hm.

You want to hear something funny?

When I was, uh, growing up,

I used to think that being a drunk

was just a part of...

life everyone went through.

What do you mean?

I mean, first, you were a kid,

and then you hit puberty,

then you became a drunk.

And if you made it,

you became an adult.

So, here's to be...

becoming adults and shit,

(Glasses clink)

getting the fuck out of here.

Ditto.

(Deep sigh)

I've got to take a piss.

(Hip hop music playing)

(Chuckling)

This ain't the bathroom.

(Panting)

Yo, yo...

my girlfriend's going to be mad, yo.

That's okay.

Just pretend I'm her.

(Hip hop music continues muffled)

Mmm...

Oh! What the fuck?

(Screaming)

Felixia: Oh, shit!

I'm sorry.

Fuck you doing in our room?

Woman: (Screaming)

(Fighting grunts, thuds)

Ohhh, shit!

(Groaning in pain)

Roscoe!

Woman: Roscoe.

Roscoe: Fucking nose.

Woman: Someone's going to see you!

No, fuck that! Fucking bitch broke my nose.

Come on, let's go inside!

Nah, fuck that.

Fucking bitch broke my nose.

You're going to get us in trouble!

Come on, they're going to call the cops.

Hiding like a little bitch. Where you at?

(Gunshots)

Woman: (Screaming)

(Dogs howling)

You hear that, bitch?

You're fucking dead!

I'm coming for you!

(Dogs barking)

(Shallow breaths)

(Remote phone ringing)

Eugene's voice: (On voicemail) Hey, it's Eugene.

I'm not available...

Shit.

(Remote phone ringing)

Hello.

Is this Julius?

Julius: (On phone) Yeah. What if it is?

Felixia, from Facebook.

Oh, hey, girl.

What's up?

Nothing.

What are you up to?

Uh... just waiting for you to call.

(Sirens, indistinct chatter on police radio)

I'm going to have to call that counsellor lady.

You shouldn't be way out here on the reservation.

I needed the hours.

Speaking of hours,

I spoke with Sister Celeste earlier today.

She said that you've been convincing her patrons

to help you find your biological family.

Is that true?

Yeah.

Huh. Why?

Because I actually thought it would help.

I've had problems sleeping

since before I can even remember.

And you say that it's all related

to the car crash that killed my parents.

I simply thought that if I met my real family,

it would give me... I don't know, closure.

Why didn't you tell me this?

Because I knew you would guilt trip me,

just like you're doing right now.

Nizhoni,

I am simply trying to protect you.

I knew your family.

I knew the world they came from,

and you know what,

if I lived under the conditions they did,

I probably would have drank myself to death too.

You have an opportunity

that most people here will never have.

You're going to college.

You have to keep looking ahead.

(Knocking on glass)

Nakai: EMTs say your daughter is good to go.

Woman: Good.

If we need anything else, we'll let you know.

Thank you for calling me, officer.

You ladies have a good evening.

Thanks.

Good night.

Man: (Low groan)

(Sighing)

Good morning.

Yo, check it.

You gotta bounce.

Can't we just lay here for a little while longer?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Fine. Where's my money?

(Sighing)

You're missing a 20.

For the good head.

I'm going to take a shower.

By the time I get out, you best be gone.

(Door closing)

(Dishes clattering)

I'm sorry about last night.

Don't worry about it.

Do you need any help?

I said don't worry about it!

Look, I can explain.

There was a hitchhiker,

and they needed a ride and...

You know,

I waited up for you last night like I always do,

wondering how a trip to the grocery store

could take all fucking night.

And something dawned on me,

and I slept better than I have in ages.

When you leave, it's actually going to be a good thing.

What do you mean?

I mean, I will have one less child to take care of.

I'm doing the best that I can!

Oh, this is you at your best?

Is that what you're telling me?

No!

No.

Do you even understand why I'm in the army?

It's for you.

I'm not even talking about that.

I don't know if you realize this,

but your actions have real life consequences.

And I don't know what you're doing out there,

but one of these days,

it's going to follow you through that door.

And army or no army,

I can't live like that.

I know.

I promise, shit's going to change.

Once these cheques start coming in,

we're gonna get the fuck out of here,

and you're not going to have to worry

about who comes through that fucking door.

I swear to God.

And what the hell is that?

I went a little overboard.

Did you get Max's moccasins?

Shit. I... forgot.

Hey.

Didn't mean to startle you there, squirt.

That's okay, Dad.

Mom told me about what happened last night.

Do we have to talk about that right now?

Well, we thought that you could finish your community service

when you get back to Michigan.

But I'm leaving in a few days

and only have a couple hours left.

Exactly. Why don't you take a few days off

and relax.

(Tapping leg)

Dad, last night at the accident,

there was this dead horse

with all these red handprints on it,

but the night before, I had a dream about it.

Look, I wouldn't put too much stock into that.

You haven't spent much time out on the reservation

and road kill accidents happen all the time.

Do me and Mom a favour, okay?

Take some time off, okay, squirt?

Right.

Trust me,

(Tapping)

you're going to want some free time

when you get into college.

(Chuckling)

Okay?

I love you.

I love you too.

(Door closing)

How's it going?

It's going.

Is my mom here?

(Knocking on door)

Hey, baby,

how's it going?

You come by to visit with your mama?

I need to pick up Max's moccasins.

Yeah? How's my little girl doing?

She's having her Kinaaldá.

Oh-h-h, that's wonderful!

Where is it at? I want to stop by and see her.

Can I just get the moccasins?

Fine.

I didn't want to go out anyway.

You wait here.

Man: Don't mind her. You want a beer?

No, I'm cool.

(Door opening)

(Laughing) Hey, buddy! Come here.

Oh-h, what's happening?

I had a birthday.

Yeah?

No, for reals?

How old are you?

Six?

Yeah.

Okay.

Daddy, can I have some?

Okay. You want to play with the big boys?

(Spitting)

Don't spit it back in the can!

I'm sorry, Dad! (Crying)

What did I tell you about crying?

I'm sorry, Daddy!

Then stop crying!

That's a fucking kid, huh!

Fucking tough guy, huh?

You like beating up on fucking kids, huh?

Huh?

(Grunting)

Fuck you, bitch ass motherfucker!

(Punching thuds)

I hate you!

How do you like that,

Woman: (Wailing)

...beats on you

(Yelling) every fucking day?

Woman: Ahh! What did you do?

(Sobbing) What did you do?

(Continued sobbing)

(Sombre music)

(Engine ignition)

(Music continues)

Girl, I've been trying to call you.

Come in.

Look, girl, I took an Ambien,

so you know where everything is at.

There's drinks in the fridge,

you know where the remote's at,

and you know the login.

(Electronic beep)

(Message alert tone)

(Electronic beeps)

(Typing clicks)

Woman: Yes, can we help you?

I came by to drop these off.

They're for my sister.

How you doing?

Good. I have to grind this corn.

Sick Boy: Cool.

You need anything?

Nope.

You can just leave my shoes over there.

Woman: She's working right now.

I told her that the harder a young woman works

during these next four days,

the stronger in life she will be.

What are you all doing with her?

We're sharing stories with her

and teaching her what it means to be a Navajo woman.

Let my husband know you stopped by.

He's the medicine man

and he'll want to talk to you.

All right.

Luther Maryboy.

I'm Max's brother.

Harmon John.

Are you the one going in the army?

Come on over here.

Sit down.

You want to learn what it is to be a warrior?

Never thought about it like that, but...

I guess, yeah.

Two things make a warrior,

a true warrior.

Yeah? What's that?

First,

a warrior must know how to fight for,

protect those who cannot defend themselves.

Army taught me this well.

Learn how to fight, shoot,

how to survive.

But anybody can fight.

It's the second part that's the hardest.

What's that?

I say the mark of a true warrior

is one who knows when to retreat.

Retreat?

Man, how is that a good thing?

It's like losing.

(Cellphone ringing)

Hold on one second.

Yeah, I'm over here with the medicine man.

I dropped off Max's moccasins.

Angela: (On phone) Get home now.

Somebody broke into the apartment.

What?

Get home now!

(Cellphone chiming)

Hi, Mom.

Hey, sweetie. How's it going?

Yeah. No, I'm fine, I'm just at the mall.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, there's this really cute guy at Orange Julius.

Just to make sure you're home by 9:00.

Of course, Mom, of course.

I'll be home at 9:00, promise.

Love you, hon.

Okay.

Bye.

All right, bye.

(Beep of disconnect)

(Vehicle approaching)

(Grunting)

Whew!

Nizhoni? What are you doing out here?

I was waiting on Copenhagen.

(Indistinct)

Hey there, bible lady!

Come by to give us a hand?

Um... no.

Last night you said you knew

where the Pinto family used to live?

I know where Darlene lived.

I know her family is still out there.

Do you have that address?

I really want to see them.

Could I just GPS it?

Men: (Laughing)

Don't know about GPS,

but I can give you some directions. You got a pen and paper?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right.

GPS...

Urban Indians.

(Laughing)

All right.

What you're going to do is,

head down this road about five miles.

When you get to the Y intersection,

take your first right.

If you, uh, pass the water tower,

you went too far.

And then you're going to go out

till you see a tire with a balloon tied to it,

go up the... take a left there, go up the road,

drive about half a mile,

and look for a trailer

with a grey hooghan off to the side.

Got it?

Yeah.

Wait, but do you know who lives there now?

Harmon and Ruth.

They were Darlene's parents.

I go out there sometimes to help out the old man.

Thank you.

Right.

(Car door slamming)

Angela: And when I came back, the place was trashed and...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the fuck is going on?

Are you okay?

Yo, I know who did this.

I'll tell you what,

I'll write the report,

and if we get any leads,

I'll let you all know.

You hear what I said? I said I...

I know who did this.

This Westside motherfucker named Roscoe.

I see.

And what evidence led you to this conclusion?

Motherfucker, because it says Westside right there!

W... okay. Hey, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about what happened the other night.

But you got to do something about this.

I know who the guys are, and I know where they live.

Man: (On radio) This is dispatch,

calling all units in the northeast sector,

looking for units in the northeast sector,

over.

(Electronic beep)

Nakai: Go for Nakai.

I'm in the northeast sector

Cedar Vista apartment complex, over.

You okay?

Yeah.

We've got a warrant out

for a 21-year-old Native American male,

current residence is listed in Cedar Vista,

Apartment's number 17.

(Electronic beep)

Suspect goes by the last name Maryboy,

first name Luther, additional A.K.A. Sick Boy,

over.

(Electronic beep)

Copy that. What are the charges?

Aggravated assault this morning, over.

Looks like today's your lucky day.

Just put your hands behind your back.

(Handcuffs clicking)

Look, I'm sorry.

Let's go.

(Door closes)

(Music)

(Knocking on door)

Can I help you?

Hi. Um...

This may sound a little weird.

But is this the home

of Buster and Darlene Pinto's family?

Nizhoni?

Yeah.

(Laughing)

(Speaking in Navajo)

(Sobbing)

Come in, come in.

Here.

That's you as a baby.

I'm so glad Phoebe let you come to visit.

She doesn't know I'm here.

Oh, that could be a real problem.

Why?

She didn't want us to have contact with you.

What are you talking about?

You never tried to contact me.

Just a moment.

There.

This must be a mistake.

That's what we thought.

Then we got the letter from Phoebe's lawyer

that we were not to be in contact with you anymore.

My mom told me that everyone agreed to the adoption.

Oh yes, we did in the beginning.

They offered you a good education and a stable home.

We couldn't compete with that.

But the next thing we knew,

they shipped you off to Michigan.

Um... I'm-I'm sorry...

I just forgot, I have to be somewhere.

Well, your grandpa will want to see you.

I'll come back. I just...

I really have to go.

Here. Take this...

It's for you.

Hey, Felixia.

Want some more of my energy drink?

Are you sure?

Actually, if I drink any more,

I'll pee on myself.

Mm...

Well, congrats on making it.

When I saw you earlier,

I figured you would tell on me or something.

Well, I was actually expecting

to see this cousin of yours.

Please don't.

(Laughing) I'm just kidding.

Relax.

(Music plays)

Excuse me ladies.

You are getting a preview of our upcoming theme.

We are calling it Desert Oasis,

and it will be the first women

of the Navajo swimsuit calendar.

But first,

let's get a group photo.

If you guys would just line up here...

All right. Everyone, on three.

One, two, three.

(Soft pop music)

Excellent. Thank you.

Thank you all.

Our first model is... Felixia John.

So, if everyone else wants to kind of come around here

or let her have the stage.

Just stand a little bit forward here

and give me a pose whenever you're ready, okay?

(Camera shutter clicking)

Excellent.

All right.

Awesome.

Excellent. Great. Awesome.

Excellent.

Just throw your shoulders back a little.

Awesome!

(Stifled laughter)

Various: What the fuck was that? Did you see...

(Mixed chatter)

(Music continues)

(Sniffling)

Here you go, Felix.

(Pills clinking)

You so earned these.

(Derisive laugh)

(Sniffling)

(Pill bottle clattering)

(Door opens, closes)

(Sigh)

All you had to do is go one weekend

without getting in trouble.

One weekend.

And you couldn't even do that, could you?

You're damn lucky your mother

decided to drop the charges.

She did?

She found out pressing charges

meant bringing the kid in to testify.

She's afraid the state will get wind of it

and try to take both him and her welfare cheque.

S-so what does that mean for... for us?

We still leave Monday, right?

I can only wave one offense.

And I did that with that shit you pulled on Nakai.

So what does that mean?

It means you get to walk out of here.

But you're officially disqualified from army service.

I wanted you to hear it from me.

(Long exhalation)

(Distant door lock buzzing)

(Nostalgic guitar music)

(Music continues)

(Sniffling)

(Sniffling)

(Sobbing)

Eugene: You're seriously going to New York?

Well, he already emailed me my plane ticket.

It's first class.

But what if something goes wrong?

It's not like I could drive out and pick you up.

I don't care, I've got to do this.

I think he'll like blonde.

Honestly, girl,

natural has always been the best look for you.

Huh.

So is this good?

This is the spot.

Shipment comes in at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Are you sure you want in on this?

Sick Boy : You positive we're going to make money?

Is 15 grand for one month of work enough for you?

You say you want to do right for your family.

Yeah.

Well, I'mma say why not do one better?

Now, remember,

the only way to get shit is go out and take it,

but you can't be afraid.

You got to be willing to put yourself in harm's way.

Like a soldier.

No, fuck soldiers, man.

Soldiers are for the army.

Soldiers take orders,

they do what someone else tells them to do.

You and me, us...

we're warriors.

Tomorrow morning, we're doing this.

Phoebe: Last breakfast before college.

Come on, honey, sit down.

Sit.

Good morning, sweetie.

I made you something.

(Laughing)

Father: (Laughing)

You okay, Nizhoni?

Where did you get these?

I think you can figure that out.

You went out there?

What? Where did she go?

You went to see Harmon and Ruth?

(Gasp)

You had no business going out there

without telling us.

Why didn't you tell me about this?

I just want you to know

that I'm very upset with you right now.

Why didn't you tell me about this?

Okay, calm down for a second.

We were going to tell you.

When?

When you were ready.

There were studies

that said that adopted children could be traumatized

if they're reintroduced to their biological...

So you lied to me, because of some stupid study?

You hold on right there.

We did this with your best interest in mind.

You think I wanted you to hang out

i-in some shack

with some drunk alcoholic relatives

out on the reservation?

Wait.

Were you...

were you scared that I would go back to them?

What if I was?

You think I wanted to risk losing you?

Huh?

Just because I want to meet my family

does not mean I don't want you both as my parents.

I love you, Mom, and I love you, Dad.

But... I don't want to be afraid anymore.

I want to make my own decisions!

And you know what?

Maybe my family is a bunch of drunks,

but I will be the one to judge that. Me.

I'm going to be 18 soon

and I will visit my family.

I just hope that you both can accept that.

(Door closing)

(Gentle acoustic guitar music)

(Knocking on window)

Sick Boy?

Oh, hell no. (Sigh)

You live here?

Yeah, what do you want?

Looking for my girl, Angela.

She's down by the hooghan.

Look, about the other night, I...

We were both drunk.

People do stupid stuff while they're drunk.

I know.

See, the thing is, is that,

I'm about to be a father...

Don't worry,

this stays between you and me.

Yá'át'ééh.

What's that?

It's corn cake batter.

The girl's been grinding corn for the past four days.

After her run tomorrow morning,

she will be a woman.

And we need the cake to celebrate.

I've got to make a big fire though. (Chuckling)

For as much corn as that girl's been grinding,

we need a fire big enough and hot enough

to cook all of it.

You come by to help?

(Clearing throat) No, I'm just...

looking for my girl. Angela.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I think there's someone by that name over there.

Yeah, there she is, over there.

Yeah.

All right.

Yeah, it's good, it's good.

Hey.

Can we talk?

Look,

I know I fucked things up, but...

I can figure it out for us.

Hey.

You got anything for me to do?

Uh...

Yeah, we need to split some more wood.

Take care of that?

All right.

(Grunts of effort)

(Sigh)

(Impact thuds)

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Hey, oh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stop, stop, stop!

(Panting)

Hey... son, are you okay?

Let me get that...

Okay?

Hey, you all right?

Do you even know how to chop wood?

No.

Okay. Okay.

Let me... let me show you.

You want to be safe, okay?

So just come right straight down, like that.

You try.

There you go, there you go, look at that.

(Knocking on door)

Harmon: Hey.

Hey, Grandpa.

This yours?

It was in the printer.

You're going to New York?

Yes.

What are you all dressed up for?

Puberty ceremony.

Fourth night tonight.

And tomorrow morning, sunrise ceremony.

Will you be able to join us?

I'll probably be gone by then.

Grandma ever tell you the story about the...

the nádleehé and the river?

I don't think so.

Well, a long time ago,

all Navajo lived alongside the Great River.

The men and women...

(In Navajo)

One day, they begin to argue

over who is more important than the other.

The men said they were

because they hunted,

and the women said they were

because they tended the crops.

On and on they argued

until finally they decided

maybe they were better off without each other.

The men rafted across the Great River

and they took the nádleehé with them.

And for a while, everything was fine.

Then the men...

began to miss their wives and children,

but they were too proud to go back.

So they sent the nádleehé back

to check on things.

And the nádleehé returned with the message

that things weren't so well with the women,

and that they missed the men,

that they had no one to hunt for them.

It became apparent

both sides needed each other.

The men needed the women,

and women, in turn, needed the men,

and they both needed the nádleehé.

To this day, we...

we carry this lesson,

this balance.

And I know you,

you're struggling with acceptance.

This world can be cold

and hard on our people.

But you must always remember,

wherever you go,

whatever you choose to do,

you'll always have a home here,

this place, for you.

(Soft guitar music)

(Music continues)

(Music continues)

(Inaudible)

(Music continues)

(Fire crackling)

(Slapping dough)

Hey, do you live here?

No, I'm just here with my family.

Oh.

Nizhoni, you made it!

(Chuckling)

This is Felixia.

She's your cousin.

You mean like cousin-cousins

or Navajo cousins?

Your mother and her mother were sisters,

you're real cousins.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

Harmon: Oh!

Who are these fine young men and women?

I want you to meet someone.

Oh...

Oh...

Oh, granddaughter.

It's been a long time.

Good to see you.

This is good.

(Eagle squawking)

Oh...

Oh, the eagle coming to visit us.

You know what that means.

No, what?

It's a sign of good things to happen.

(Soft guitar music plays to the end)

(Melancholy country music)

♪ I have sunk as low ♪

♪ As a man could go ♪

♪ The world has turned me down ♪

♪ Then you picked me up ♪

♪ And you kissed me sweet ♪

♪ And changed a beggar into a king ♪

♪ Yes, you took the rags ♪

♪ From off of my back ♪

♪ And you gave me love ♪

♪ To keep me warm ♪

♪ Yes, you picked me up ♪

♪ And you kissed me sweet ♪

♪ And changed a beggar into a king ♪

(Music)

♪ I have walked the streets ♪

♪ With my head bowed low ♪

♪ The world has turned me down ♪

♪ Then you picked me up ♪

♪ And you kissed me sweet ♪

♪ And changed a beggar into a king ♪

♪ Yes, you took the rags ♪

♪ From off of my back ♪

♪ And you gave me love ♪

♪ To keep me warm ♪

♪ Yes, you picked me up ♪

♪ And you kissed me sweet ♪

♪ And changed a beggar into a king ♪

♪ And changed a beggar into a king ♪

(Music)