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The kid's a fucking weirdo.
He's always saying weird shit.

Jesus, Dillon. He's just a kid!

He's got a big imagination!

I mean, why is he even
living here anyway?

Because he's my little brother
and he doesn't have anywhere else to go.

So I have to be the one
to keep a roof over his head?

Oh, poor you. I'm sure
the overhead of this grand estate...

Jesus fuck, Mandy!

...is such a terrible
fucking burden.

Asshole.

If you ain't outta this town
in 24 hours, you'll be carried out.

What the fuck you wearing?

Ceremonial headband.

Why are you wearing a ceremonial headband?

I'm the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

I've returned to your world

to lead my band of warriors
into battle once again.

Man, cut that shit out. It's offensive.

He hates me. He hates all of us.

Just because we're Indians.

Why? What's wrong with us? Are we evil?

What are you going to do?

I'm still an Indian.

Like my father before me,
my son is my honor.

I go now to my enemy's house
to hurl the arrow of war at his feet.

I did it. I fucking did it!

Okay. Grab your shit.

I got his keys. I got his cell.
We gotta go.

You listening to me? We gotta go.

Hey, listen. We gotta scram

before somebody calls in the Sheriff.

Listen to me.

I just smashed
that son of a bitch's head in. All right?

Let's go!

I can't go. My people need me.

I am your people, numb nuts. Come on.

Calvin, listen to me.

This isn't one
of your cowboy movies, Calvin.

This is real life. Get in the car!

Hey. Hey!

Jesus. Okay, I hear you. Put that down.

Fuck.

Calvin, I am begging you.

Please do not make me leave you here.

Get in the car!

I am the reincarnation of Sitting Bull.

Yeah, I know what you are...

...but we still have to get out of here!

Listen, I'm going home. Home, home.

Real home. Okay?

Go to the Whitley's house.

Stay there with them.
They'll take care of you.

Probably better than I can, honestly.

I have a plan.

If everything goes the way
it's supposed to,

I'm gonna get us out of here.
For real. I promise.

My home is here in the Great Spirit.

What the fuck
am I supposed to say to that?

Go to the Whitley's house.

Fuck!

Goddamn it!

Fuck!

Oh, that bitch.

Where is she?

Did she take my fucking car?

Fucking hell.

Hey, knock it off.

You little shit!

Motherfucker.

Hey, shit for brains.

I said knock it off.

Goddamn it. Are you gonna make me
come over there and shoot your ass?

Yeah.

I know my life isn't exciting.

I know I'm not too exciting either.

I don't have a fancy job.

I don't drive a fancy car.

I'm not a part
of any kind of country club.

But I have a nice house, a strong back...

and a heart full of love to give.

The world is so full
of bad things, it's...

It's frightening.

Especially if you're alone.

No one should be alone.

People, they...

People ought to... Oh.

Oh, gosh. Happy... happy...

People should be happy.

I think I can make you happy.

And that's why I want you
to be my happy wife

and for me to be your happy husband.

Brittany Gable...

will you marry me?

How was it? What-what do you think?

I... think it sounds... nice.

You think I should ask her today?

W-well, it's not really... for me to say.

Well, sure it is.

Uh... I'm... I'm just a waitress.

I-I-I don't... I don't...
really know you.

Oh. Lefty Ledbetter.

Sure you do. I come in here every day.

You know how I like my eggs.

Order up.

How I like my coffee.

My girlfriend doesn't even know that.

How long have you... two... been together?

About two weeks.

We're having lunch today.

I was thinking of asking her
to marry me after dessert.

Order up.

Well, I-I hope it... goes well.

Hmm.

M-maybe you should...

work a little... more
on memorizing your... speech,

so you don't have to use the index cards.

Good idea.

Good thinking.

- I... I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

I know my life isn't exciting.

I know I'm not too exciting either.

I don't have a fancy job.

I don't drive a fancy car.

I'm not a member
of any kind of country club.

But I have a nice house,

a strong back,

and a heart full of love to give.

The world is so full of bad things.

It's frightening.

Especially if you're alone.

No one should be alone.

People should be happy.

I think I can make you happy.

That's why I want you to be my happy wife

and for me to be your happy husband.

Brittany Gable...

will you marry me?

Lefty, this is, like, our third date.

Uh, fourth.

We also had lunch last Tuesday.

Don't you love me?

Hi, Brittany.

- Robert. Diana. Good afternoon.
- Hi.

- Congratulations.
- Oh.

- Don't you?
- No.

I mean, you're cute and you're nice,

but I don't really even know you yet.

Hey, I'm sorry. Um...

let me take you home. I'll get your bag.

No, that's okay. I can call a friend.

No, you don't...

Hey, Brittany. Please.

Just how often do you do this?

Not that often.

How many times this year?

- Counting you?
- Yes, counting me.

How many women have you asked
to marry you this year?

Three.

Wait. Sorry.

That's four just now.

I don't think we should see
each other again.

Hey, Debbie, it's me.
Can I ask you a favor?

Yeah, that is four.

Warm up?

Thank you.

Hey, uh, has he seen me?

Write this down.
I don't want you to screw this up.

No, I-I don't think so.

...that is worth real money.

Thank God.
Son of a bitch would rat me out.

I don't have permission
to be out of the house right now.

- I think he's... leaving.
- All right.

- Mm-hmm.
- One sec.

Uh, he's... he's leaving.

You can take the... door out back
through the... kitchen if you want.

You're real sweet. Thank you.

Order here.

Hello, darlin'. Are you a member or guest?

Let's say she's my guest, Wim. Yeah.

Uh, can we get two beers on my tab?

If that's okay with you.

Sure... It is.

Yeah?

All right, then.

- How'd the... proposal go?
- Not great.

W-w-wait.

Shouldn't you... u-use your other... hand?

Why?

W-well, your... name.

Lefty. Yeah, it's my birth name.

Lefty Gabriel Ledbetter.
It's on my birth certificate.

But you're right... handed?

Uh-huh. Always have been.

Yeah.

It's poor equilibrium.

You... don't seem drunk.

I'm not.

Uh... brain injury.

I was driving transport outside Kabul.

I hit an IED.

0300 hours.

Here.

Go on, you can feel the scar.
I don't mind.

Uh...

Oh. Okay, I... guess.

That's a... b-big scar.

Yeah, it's noticeable.

They had to split my head open
to get inside.

I consider myself lucky, you know.

They didn't find anything.

Yeah, that's a joke.

Y-you have a nice laugh.

Thank you.

I like your voice too.

N-n-no, you don't.

N-no one wants to hear my... s-stammer.

Well, I like it.

Or I don't mind it, at least.

If you didn't speak that way,
I don't think you'd give...

give me the time of day.

At... least you're honest.

I have to be honest.
I've never been much of a...

I've never been much of a deep thinker.

Even before the accident. O-Old Wim says
he can't even tell the difference.

Deep thinking's overrated.

I think... d-deep shit all the time
and... look where it's gotten me.

You just swore. You said a curse word.

I'm off the... clock.

I can say whatever the... fuck I want.

Well, all right then.

May I buy you another round?

Yes, you... may.

All right.

Hey, Wim. How about two more?

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Do you have any idea what time it is?

I w-was... trying to be quiet.

I-I-I don't wanna h-h-hear it.
I'm trying to s-sleep.

I... I-I'm...

sorry.

Then get your sorry ass in bed.

Some of us gotta work in the morning.

One more day until the weekend, Frenchie.

They say it might rain.

Of course, they say
a lot of things, don't they?

Hey, I got you.

Penny Jo?

I-I thought these... could use
a little... little more sunlight.

Well, hi-hi there.

Hello. Um...

Do you have a m-minute?

Sure, I do. Yes.

Okay, good. 'Cause, um...

I've got a... really dumb idea
I'd like to... run by you.

Sure. Uh, let's...

I think... something's gonna...
go down at the diner at 4:00 today.

- You're late.
- Actually, I'm not. 3:59.

We should have done this in private.

Sorry, pal. You think I'm stupid enough
to meet you in a private location?

Have we ordered yet?

No, we're waiting for you.

Which doesn't mean I'm late.

Can I get you fellas something to eat?

I guess I'll take a BLT
with fries and a Coke.

And, um...
how about you... two?

Maybe you should come back in a minute.

I think they're having...

a staring contest.

I'll have a cheeseburger,
well done, side of fries

and whatever's good on tap. And you?

Oh, are we eating?

I guess I'm not late after all.

Look, if you wanna turn this

into some kind of Pat Garrett
and Billy the Kid-type situation,

please do so,

'cause I've been wanting to do that

pretty much my entire fucking life.

Hmm?

I'll have a Cobb salad
with balsamic vinaigrette on the side

and just an ice water to drink.

I'm trying to watch my girlish figure.

And how about you, hon?

Um, I'll have the Cobb salad

with balsamic vinaigrette on the side.

Perfect.

Okay, so...
there's this artifact I got my eye on.

- Now it's nothing too flashy...
- What is it?

I was getting to that. Jesus.

It's an old Indian shirt
that's fallen onto the black market.

And like I said, it's nothing too flashy,
but all things even,

I would prefer it to be in the hands
of someone such as myself

who could actually appreciate it.

Right now, it's in a private collection
and the owner claims it's not for sale.

But if someone were to make an effort
to liberate that garment,

I would pay...

...six grand. Flat rate.
Straight cash. One-time offer.

Why do you want it?

Why would you think
you're in any position to ask that?

Okay. Fair enough.

May I gently inquire
as to how much it's worth?

It's worth enough to pay you six grand
to bring it to me,

but not so much I can't pay
any other local thug if pushed.

Okay.

Ten grand.

Dillon, come on.

He wants pros, he can pay pro rates.

Ten.

You better be as good
as Kip Blanchard says you are.

Buddy, I'm better.

All right. Ten it is. Congratulations.

Be right back. Oh... sorry.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Okay, the current owner's name
is Pendleton Duvall.

He likes to spend his weekends hosting

high culture dinner parties
deep into the night.

So, guests but no alarm.

Think you can handle that?

Take a wild guess.

Excuse me.

Shit, I gotta get this.
Give me one second, gentlemen.

Hello?

Yeah. Hey. What's up, amigo?

Order here.

Sorry, Hank.

Order up.

Hey. Good timing, hombre. Uh-huh.

Yeah. Well, um...

I should have the ghost shirt...

I don't know, after this weekend.

Yeah. Well, but you know,

if you're gonna want me
to hold you in first position,

I'm gonna need some type of guarantee.

Gotta be honest with you,
you're not the only interested party here.

And with the ghost shirt being what it is
and me being who I am...

you're gonna need to present me
with a nice, juicy number

right about fucking now.

I'm thinking half a million dollars
sounds like a fucking peach.

Uh-huh. Congratulations, my friend.

You are currently in first position.

I'll let you know when and where
to make the exchange.

Half a... million dollars. Really?

That's what the man said.

So, I... guess that's... that.

They aren't just... gonna
give us the artifact, you know.

What are you gonna do with the m-m-money
when we get it?

You know, I don't really need it.

You should... You should keep it.

Oh, you... don't have to do that.

I already got everything I need, really.

Good food, good beer.

Uh, good company, you know?

I... bet they have all that
in... Nashville.

- Nash... Nashville?
- Mm-hmm.

Once we get the... artifact,

I'm gonna... sell it for the... big bucks

and go there to... sing professionally.

Sing profe...
I didn't know you were a singer.

Nobody does.

I'm a hidden... gem.

Wow. What kinda songs do you sing?

Mmm. Cheating songs.
Drinking songs. Hurting songs.

- You sing country music?
- What other kinda... music is there?

Yup.

Wow.

Could you sing one of your songs for me?

Uh... n-n-no.

I-I-I'd be... be too nervous
to sing in front of you.

Well, then how are you
gonna sing professionally?

W-we'll cross that... bridge
when we get there.

Do you, uh...
Do you write any of your own songs?

Um... Mm-hmm.

About... 43 of them.

Forty... That's a whole lot.

Yeah, but I-I... think
only about four of them are any good.

Mmm.

I also kn-know all the songs
of m-my heroes.

Yeah. Who are they?

Dolly... Parton.

Loretta Lynn.

Tanya... Tucker.

Tammy... Wynette.

Dolly... Parton. Emmylou...

You said Dolly Parton twice.

God... damn right I... did.

I don't know how anybody could...

live in this... world without music.

Hey, you know, I've...

I've heard that Nashville's
a real nice city.

Do you know how to... two-step?

No. No, I'm afraid I don't.

How about you?

Not really.

But if we're going to... Nashville,
we'd... better learn.

How do you... How do you expect we do that?

Yeah. Come on.

How do... Oh.

Go like...

One step...

And then...

After every bad election
or bit of mass violence,

you will always hear someone
clutch their pearls and say,

"That's it, I'm moving to Canada."

And they should go back to Canada

because it's a mecca
for pedants and bores.

But it does beg the question,

why does America, with all this violence
and toxicity and problematic history,

produce more artistic geniuses
than any other fucking country?

Well, maybe it's not that they create...

Thanks, Mumbles. I'll tell you why.

Okay.

It's because what Americans imagine

takes precedence over what is real.

Hmm? We reside in the possible.
The possible is our birthright.

We are born into the possible.

Look. Take the newest addition
to my humble little collection here.

A Lakota Indian ghost shirt.

Hello? A fucking ghost shirt.

Crickets? The fuck?

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Once upon a time, the Lakota Indian
controlled all of this land

that we are currently on right now.

I mean, every fucking inch of it.

Until one day,
that one little raggedy prospector

finds gold in them thar black hills

and, well, long story short,
things turn a bit genocidal.

So the Lakota lose the rest of their land.

All their bison is gone.
They lose their independence.

The government tears up
all their fucking treaties

because of the gold,

and the Lakota are left
with fucking nothing.

I mean, they are bereft, yo.

In that vacuum,
a new religion starts to spread

through Indian territory.

It takes hold.

It's a religion based on one simple idea.

That Jesus Christ...

Oh, he's a little pissed off,
and he's coming back.

But the Lakota...

They didn't just think
that Jesus Christ was coming back.

No,

they thought that Jesus Christ
was coming back on a mission

to remove the white man
from this, their sacred land.

And what would keep them safe

during this war to end all wars?

Yeah. The ghost shirt.

Hmm.

Excuse me.

This is fascinating, Pendleton.

Hold up.

Didn't they think these shirts
would stop the white man's bullets?

Yes, indeed they did.

And for the Lakota,
believing that they were invincible

was, of course, the next best thing
to actually being invincible.

So feel free to look closer.

You should see this in the morning.

Hmm.

With the sunlight.

I'm guessing we should go?

Oh!

Oh, shit.

Hey! Slow down.

Oh, hey, hey, hey. Hey.

I'm going to assume
that you possess the capacity to reason.

As it stands,
I have a great deal of money.

Therefore... Therefore,
I propose we talk. Hmm?

He's right. It's just a fucking shirt.

Don't shoot!

Wait. How much are they paying you?

200,000? 300? I can top that.

Ten grand. Split two ways.

Ten grand?

You fucking... Jesus.
You fucking...

I regret to inform you,
my bandit friend...

that you are being screwed.

A big, veiny cock in your ass.

That bitch was nimble, man.

So that's it, huh?

Nice.

Dude.

Are you planning on walking around
with the murder weapon? Go start the car.

Yo, D. See her?

Start the car.

Hey.

Just how much is that fucking thing worth?

Yeah.

Whose ass is getting fucked now?

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Give me a sec, okay?

Probably just something I ate.

Fuck.

First, we kill a house
full of innocent people.

Now we're driving around with a goddamn
Indian burial ground in the trunk.

This is bad, man.

This is so bad.

Fucking hell.

Hey.

Pack your shit. We're leaving the state.

Pack my shit. Why?

I'm like, three,
maybe just four hours away.

I'll tell you more when I get there.

But let's just say your life's
gonna be all rose petals

and scented candles from this day forward.

I hate scented candles.

Then no candles.

Jesus. Fuck, Mandy.

Just shut your hole
and get to packing, okay?

Huh.

Let's get outta here!

You packed?

For what?

Of course. Absolutely. For what?

You like Indian shit, right?

Check it out.

Weird little fucking brother.

What the fuck, Mandy?
I told you we had to leave the state.

You leave the state.
I'm going back to sleep.

Goddamn it!

I got, like, a million-dollar artifact
in the trunk of my car.

Mm-hmm.

Mandy, we gotta leave,
like, right fucking now.

No, I'm tired.

Fuck.

Sometimes I wish I was queer.
You know that?

Then I wouldn't have to put up
with a dumb fucking broad

just to get my nut off.

I mean, what is it exactly?

Biology?

Psychology?

Does just having a fetid fucking gash
between your legs

automatically render you incapable
of rational thought?

I have a plan. If everything goes the way
it's supposed to,

I'm gonna get us out of here.

For real. I promise.

My home is here in the Great Spirit.

I think I know who... that is.

Did she take my fucking car?

Fucking hell.

Hey, knock it off.

Goddamn it. Are you gonna make me
come over there and shoot your ass?

I am the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

Not much time for chitchat, kid. Talk.

I am the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

It sounds like somebody's been watching
too many cowboy and Indian movies.

I have traveled
through centuries of death,

only to discover
that you have abandoned the customs,

the culture, the weapons of our people.

Way too many.

Yo, Hank. What the fuck, man?

Found him snooping around.
Kid says he's Sitting Bull.

You believe that? Sitting Bull.

Okay. Weird white kid. Noted.

That weird white kid lives
in the same trailer as Dillon Maclntosh.

You heard. The ghost shirt
was stolen last night.

Yeah. Some thugs took out
a house full of bougie cunts.

Good riddance, motherfucker. Shit.

Well, word is Big Fun Dave
was found stabbed to death this morning.

Some empty quarry
halfway between there and here.

And you think those two stole the shirt?

I did see him at the diner the other day
talking with Roy Lee Dean.

That colonialist, black market
artifact-stealing motherfucker.

Roy Lee Dean. Stolen ghost shirt.

Big Fun Dave murdered.

Now baby Billy Jack's wandering
around the rez.

- Huh.
- Maybe he knows something.

Yeah.

"Men make their own history,

but they do not make it as they please."

Franz Fanon, right?

Or is it that Zizek guy you like so much?

Dude, you gotta do your reading.

That is Karl motherfucking Marx.

Now come on.

Let's see if the little shit
knows some shit.

Okay, kid.

We know you live with Dillon Maclntosh.

What's he been up to?

You're into Indians, right?

Well, you got the real motherfucking deal
right here in front of you.

He's Hank. I'm Ghost Eye.

Let's talk.

- Ghost Eye.
- Mm-hmm.

Is that your spirit name?

No.

Were you given it
after a special deed or vision?

No, I made it up.

You what?

Look, my birth name's Alvin Jordan.

Ghost Dog's, like, my favorite movie

and Ghostface Killah's up there
in terms of rappers, so...

Ghost Dog?

Yeah. With Forest Whitaker.

It's about a black gangbanger
assassin dude who's actually a samurai.

RZA did the soundtrack.

Old Gary Farmer's got a cool cameo.
You should check it out. It's great.

Ah, shit. Let me guess.

You got questions
about tepees and peace pipes.

Shit like that?

I can speak with you, Hank.

You still seem to know the old ways.

Hey.

If you pull this red-faced minstrel shit
on the wrong guy out here,

you're gonna end up
with a tactical tomahawk

- in the middle of your forehead.
- So be it.

This vessel can be discarded for another.

"This vessel can be discarded
for another"?

What the fuck is that? Huh?

Is that how you think we talk?

It does not take much words
to speak the truth.

Many. The quote is,
"It does not take many words,"

and actually, sometimes it does.

So, have you seen Dillon today or what?

Yes, I have.

Yeah? Good.

Did he happen to have
an old Indian shirt with him?

Yes.

No shit. Is it still at your house?

No. The white woman has it.

What white woman?
Your mom, your sister, who?

My family resides in the Great Spirit.

They are free of this wretched earth.

Come on, kid. Holy shit.

Look, I get it.

My childhood was a shit show too.

I used to pretend
I was Jimmy Superfly Snuka

until I was, like, 13 years old.

So the trauma,
the transference, I get that.

But you gotta cut
this motherfucking shit out.

This ain't exactly the golden age
of cultural appropriation right now.

You feel me?

I remember more horses in my day.

Motherfucker.

Ah, it's just as well. Hmm?

All this modern technology
and political red tape.

Shit, I bet you Sitting Bull
wouldn't even be able to lead his people

to the ghost shirt these days anyway.

- Of course he would.
- Oh, yeah? So where is it?

The white woman said she was returning
to her father's house in Wyoming.

In her words, a man
of great cruelty and violence.

I assume the ghost shirt is with her.

Hi, Daddy. It's me, Amanda.

Um... look, I really need your help,

so if you promise
not to shoot me on sight, I...

I think I'm gonna come home.

Same plan?

Same... plan.

All right. Tie his hands.

Okay, Sitting Bull.

Beautiful day today.

Still, they say it might rain.

Yup.

Any big weekend plans?

Hey, buddy, today is not the fucking day.

I'm really...

Do you have the artifact?

I thought you were sweet.

Do you have it?

Maybe.

G-give it to me.

No.

G-g-give me the arti...

Do it.

Just give it to me.

Fuck you. Shoot me.

She's... getting away.

Where the... fuck did she go?

You know, driving up here, I was a little
afraid the boys wouldn't know who I was.

But I suppose they can still recognize

my traditional feminine virtues
after all these years.

I see you still haven't lost
your sense of humor.

Okay. Um...

Okay. All right.

You win.

You were right and I was wrong.

Father knows best.

The world is corrupt,
and I never should've left.

All of it.

Hello, Amanda.

Your mother and sisters are inside.

House rules still apply.

You're welcome to enter
if you're willing to abide them.

Thank you, sir.

She must've went down there.

All right.

I had her and... let her go.

There were children.

You did the right thing.

You stay here.

Where... where are you going?

You should wait in the truck.
Keep your gun close.

No, I-I-I don't... think
we should... do this.

That artifact is worth a lot of money.

I know, but...

Well, you need the money
to go to Nashville.

You need to show the world
what you can do.

Yeah, but... there's other...
ways, but I...

I can... get a second j-job.
I-I-I could...

Are you any good?

At... singing?

I-I-I don't kn-know.

Yes, you do.

Yeah. I'm... pretty... fucking good.

There you go.

I can't believe you came back.

Yeah, well, it's just for tonight.

Then I'll get my ass out of here again.

So, where you been all these years?

Oklahoma.

New Jersey.

South Dakota.

Paradise.

So...

if you're gonna leave again...

are you gonna take us with you this time?

Abby, I can't even take care of myself.

I'm sorry.

Don't forget to wash off your makeup.

House rules.

You know how Father gets.

You have the ghost shirt, right?

Is he dead?

Dillon?
Yeah, he's pretty fucking dead.

Shit. Look, I didn't mean to kill him.

Look, lady,
I don't give a shit, all right?

As a matter of fact, I don't give a shit
who you are or why you did it.

All I want is the artifact,

and I'm willing to pay
a very generous amount of money for it.

How generous?

Hundred thousand dollars in cash.
Final offer.

Fuck. Okay. How do we do it?

How do you think we do it? I give you
the money, you give me the shirt.

- Has it been damaged?
- I don't think so.

You alone?

Yeah.

Should I pin my location for you?

What an inspired idea.
Yeah, that'd be great.

Okay, you should be getting it right now.

Are you gonna be calling from this number,

or should I expect...

Hey. W-What the heck are you...
doing all the way out here?

Stay down. Stay quiet.

Trust me on this.

And now,
we have two chits to trade.

Hi, Mom.

I missed you.

Where's Calliope?

How you feeling, son?

I'm fine.

I'm just...

I'm fine.

You are a guest in an unfamiliar home

with unfamiliar customs.

A certain discomfort is understandable.

Yeah, sure. I guess that's it.

At first.

Though eventually a host
can't help but take offense

if that discomfort
doesn't eventually subside.

Oh.

I'm sorry, sir.

Amanda?

Yes, sir.

Please help our guest relax.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Adam was formed first, then Eve.

But it was Eve, not Adam,
who was first led into sin.

So, it follows that Eve's role now

is to support Adam.

To please and comfort him.

In reparation.

Hiram, sir, we found some joker
snooping around the woods.

So... what are you? Federal agent?

No, sir.

My-my pickup broke down out on the road.

Or just some kind of pervert?

I just was gonna ask
for some help with my engine.

Hiram, he was creeping around the woods.

In the woods?

Son, were you gonna ask a bear?

No, sir.

What's that?

That was funny.

It was kind of funny, wasn't it?

Son, were you gonna ask a bear?

Hey, who says I can't be funny? Huh?

- Not me, sir.
- Me neither.

Nor I.

Son, were you gonna ask a bear?

Everyone, listen. Listen.

Son, were you gonna ask a bear?

Ask a bear.

What the fuck is he doing here?

Dad, this son of a bitch
just tried robbing me at gunpoint.

Oh...

My daughter and I

may have our differences,

but I will not tolerate anyone...

...threatening the sanctity of her life.

Oh, fuck!

Shit! Fuck!

- Look out.
- What the fuck?

Get inside!

Hiram, sir, we got you.

Come on. You're gonna be all right.

Bar the doors!
Don't let anyone in.

They're fucking everywhere!

Shut up.

- Hiram! Hiram!
- Get up!

Hiram! Hiram!

What do they want?

They must want our women.

No, man. They want the fucking shirt!

- What shirt?
- They keep shooting at us.

The fucking...
I stole this old Indian shirt,

and I came here for protection,
and they must have found out.

So are we gonna get
these guns out or what?

We need everybody armed. Show of force.

Okay, that's the only way
we're gonna scare them away.

Excuse me. Arm the women?
I don't think so.

Hiram?

Open up!

Open the goddamn door.

Keep up the attack.

Don't stand down.

Hiram!

Hiram, what are we gonna do?

We're gonna get the goddamn guns out
so that we don't get fucking killed.

Okay? Mom, listen. Look at me.

Telling you it was all my fault.
My fault, okay? Okay?

Okay.

Mom, the keys.
I need the keys to get to the guns.

- Okay. Okay.
- Grace.

- There's more of 'em.
- Grace. No...

Mom, give me the keys please!

- Don't you do it!
- They're still shooting at us!

Fuck, yeah.

- Shit.
- What's going on over there?

I don't think so, sweetheart.
Not on my watch.

Go. Go.

Hurry!

Amanda, go faster.

Hey, hey, hey.
What do you think you're doing?

Which fucking key is it?

- Hiram forbids it.
- Oh, fuck off!

Mom, shoot him.

- It won't shoot.
- Fuck off!

- Abby!
- Hey, asshole.

I just cleaned this floor.

What's going on?

Whoa, look!

- I'm not even armed.
- Hey, open up.

Okay, I'm just
that son of a bitch's stepson.

I didn't want to come to this fucked-up

Little House on the Prairie,
whatever this is.

Open the goddamn door.

- Oh, God!
- Don't let him out!

What in the sam hell?

Shoot him!

Good girl.

Jesus,
they're shooting each other.

Calliope?

Amanda?

Let's all get outta here this time.

Okay?

No. No, please. Please.

Hold your fire!

Name's Henry Alvin Jordan.

But I answer to Ghost Eye.

Born and raised
in prisoner of war camp number 334.

I'm the leader of the Red Thunder Society.

It's a people's army devoted
to maintaining our traditions

and the restoration of our proper domain.

A people's what?

A people's army!

- A what?
- Jesus, lady.

You know the American Indian Movement,
The Black Panthers?

No.

Well, we're like that.
Freedom fighters, guerrilla warriors,

not to be fucked with.

Who are you?

My name is Amanda Bethany Starr.

But I answer to Mandy.

And, uh, right now, I'm apparently
in the middle of a goddamn murder spree,

so I'm not to be fucked with either.

What do you want?

The ghost shirt.

So what is it?

It's ours.

It's a symbol of our history
and our independence.

It was stolen from our tribe.

Yeah, well I guess
we've all got our problems.

Besides, that thing's supposed
to be worth a lot of money.

I'm not just gonna hand it over.

Then you wanna work out some kind of deal?

We can try.

You said it. Hank.

- We got your little brother.
- What brother?

I don't have a little brother.
He's my son, Cal,

and he has absolutely nothing
to do with this.

You try telling him that.

He says he's the reincarnation
of Sitting Bull.

In fact, he promised to lead us,
his people, to the ghost shirt.

You know, I was pretty skeptical myself,

but I gotta say...
so far, so good.

Look, man, there's a guy
on his way here right now

who wants to buy
your precious ghost shirt. Okay?

His name is Roy Lee Dean.

You take care of him,
and I'll fucking give you the shirt. Okay?

But me and my family
keep the bastard's money.

Win-win and we all get
the fuck out of Dodge.

All right. You got yourself a deal.

Good.

Now send in the boy
and we'll all wait patiently

for Mr. Fuckface to arrive.

No way. We're holding on to the kid.

You try to cross us, he's a goner.

- You got that?
- Yeah, I got that.

But if you so much as put
a scratch on my son's arm,

I'll stab you in the fucking heart.

You got that?

Yeah. I catch the general drift.

A son? Who's the father?

I don't know, Mom.

Do you remember the name
of every single asshole

who paid Dad off to spend an hour
behind that door?

So...

how have things been here?

Better now.

Hey, cowboy's alive.

Hmm? Mm. Mm.

Shh. Someone's coming.

Huh.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Pick up.

Shit.

I hope they spell my name right
in the papers.

Uh-uh.

All right, I'm here.

Let's try and make this
quick and easy, okay?

You alone?

Indeed I am. How about you?

Fuck, yeah. Of course.

What's with these poor dead hombres
on your front porch?

Little bit of family drama.
You got that money?

I got 50 grand right here
and the other 50's in the trunk

when we make the exchange.

You got that ghost shirt?

Yeah. Bring me all the cash
and I'll show you right where it is.

I don't know.
That's got me assuming a lot of risk.

Let's not overthink a happy situation.

Oh, and one of these poor dead hombres?

He ain't that dead.

Yeah, well, he should be.

How about this?

As a gesture of goodwill, I'll take care
of this crawling corpse for you.

Just bring me
that pretty little Indian shirt,

you'll be $100,000 richer.

Yeah, and how the fuck do I know
you won't shoot me too?

Lady, take a look at my car.

Come look at these
custom-made snakeskin boots

and this vintage 19th-century belt buckle,

gifted to me
by Mr. Wilford Brimley himself.

Okay, so?

So...

I'm the region's most respected dealer
in high-end Western artifacts

and the goddamn walking,
talking embodiment of the cowboy code.

Meaning... my word is my bond.

Just as a FYI,
the dead body here's still crawling away.

Okay, then shoot the fucking bastard!

Yeah?

Happy to.

Okay. Go, go.

No, no...

Doing you a favor, man.

Mm-mm!

Mm!

Amazing.

Reggie Dale.

Very slowly and very carefully
look outside.

Whoa.

Steady now.

Remember, this is just simply
a business transaction.

There's no need to get emotional.

Everyone just stay calm.

How about you leave
all the cash on the ground,

get back in the car,
and then calmly drive the fuck away.

That wasn't our deal!

Yeah, neither was an armed gunman
hiding in your fucking trunk.

Fuck.

All right, look...

I'm willing to go up to 150 grand,
and you all split it up however you like.

Not everything's for sale,
you capitalist fuck.

You're outnumbered, man.

Leave the money
and drive away while you still can.

We gotta take out at least one side.

Broads or the Indians?

It's Native Americans, Reggie Dale,

and stop distracting me.
I'm trying to negotiate.

Oh, yeah? With exactly
what leverage, Mr. Businessman?

Oh.

I can't believe it.

Dipshit's actually right.

Down!

Fuck, yeah, Uncle Roy Lee.

Mmm!

What's she doing?

She gave us away.

Cal, where are you?

- Cal!
- Mmm.

Fuck.

Hmm?

I'm the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

Mmm.

I've returned.

Mmm...

It's a...
It's an honor to... meet you.

Do you need... help bringing the...
ghost shirt... back to your... people?

Yes, please.

Okay.

That's her?

Whoever you are,
I know you're still out there.

Unless you're too chickenshit
to stand your ground,

let's have it out right now.

Fuck.

Aw. No wonder we won.

Fucking waitress is here?

Big gun-down, huh?

Fuck you.

Cal!

I know I fucked everything up,
but I'm still your mother, okay?

I can be. I wanna be. I really do.

My mother died
many, many years ago.

Yeah.

I guess she did.

Get him out of here, please.

Get him somewhere safe.

Come on.

I'll be right... back.

Who are... who are you?

The reincarnation of Sitting Bull.

Who are you?

Lefty Ledbetter.

But I'm actually right-handed.

Thank you.

Let's... go.

No!

It's okay.

We got you.

Fuck.

Wild West, ba...

Are you... sure about this?

I've returned the ghost shirt
back to my people.

They'll recognize who I am now.

Don't be sad.

I'm home.

Stop!

You're listening to the classic sounds

of the west here on South Dakota...

You... need a doctor.

No. I don't.

You don't... look too good.

I know I...

don't have a very exciting life.

I know I'm not too exciting either.

I don't drive a fancy car.

I don't have a fancy job.

I'm not a part of anybody's country club.

But I do have a nice house.

And a strong back.

And a heart full of love to give.

The world is so full of bad...

so full of bad things.

It's frightening.

Especially if you're alone.

People shouldn't be alone.

P-people...

People... should be happy.

I think I can make you happy.

That's why I want you to be my happy wife.

For me to be your happy husband.

Penny...

Penny Jo...

Poplin.

Penny... Jo... Poplin.

Penny Jo...

Pop...

Lefty...?

Lefty?

Lef... Lefty?

Hi.

My baby boy.