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[soft country music playing]

[singer vocalizing]

[loud gunshot]

- [war cries on TV] - [gunshot]

- [door opens] - [bell dings]

[bell dings]

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

[woman] Jesus, Dillon. He's just a kid!

He's got a big imagination!

[Dillon] I mean, why is he even living here anyway?

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

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

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

[Dillon] Jesus fuck, Mandy!

[Mandy] ...is such a terrible fucking burden.

Asshole.

[man on TV] 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.

[talking on TV continues]

[child on TV] He hates me. He hates all of us.

Just because we're Indians.

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

- [gunshot] - [woman on TV] What are you going to do?

[man on TV] 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.

[upbeat banjo strumming]

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.

- [car door slams] - 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!

- [gasping] - [metal clanks]

Hey. Hey!

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

Fuck.

[wind whistles]

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... - [Dillon groans]

...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?

[engine starts]

Go to the Whitley's house.

- [Dillon] Fuck! - [gasps]

[Dillon] Goddamn it!

Fuck!

[inhales, groans]

[sighs]

Oh, that bitch. [sighs]

[yawns]

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. - [gunshots]

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

[muffled grunt]

[strained grunting]

[body thuds]

[inhales slowly]

[slowly] Yeah.

[thud]

[yelling war cry]

- [birds chirping] - [wind whistling]

[I'll Be Here In The Morning" by Townes Van Zandt playing]

♪ There's no stronger wind than the one that blows ♪

♪ Down a lonesome railroad line ♪

♪ No prettier sight than looking back ♪

♪ On a town you left behind ♪

♪ There is nothin' that's as real ♪

♪ As a love that's in my mind ♪

♪ Close your eyes I'll be here in the morning

- I Close your eyes... ♪ - [song fades]

[dishes clattering]

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.

[country music playing quietly on background]

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.

[chuckles] 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? [exhales]

How was it? What-what do you think?

[stammering] 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. - [coffee cup clinks]

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

l-I-l don't-- I don't... really know you. [sighs]

Oh. Lefty Ledbetter.

Sure you do. I come in here every day.

You know how I like my eggs.

- [bell dings] - [man] Order up.

How I like my coffee.

My girlfriend doesn't even know that.

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

[clicks tongue] About two weeks.

We're having lunch today.

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

- Order up. - [bell dings]

Well, I-I hope it... goes well. [nervous chuckle]

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.

- [exhales] - Good thinking.

- I... I'm sorry. - [sighs] Yeah.

I know my life isn't exciting.

['Cattle Call" by Eddy Arnold playing]

[Lefty continues] 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.

[people chattering]

[sighs]

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.

- [chuckles] - It's frightening.

Especially if you're alone.

No one should be alone.

- People should be happy. - [car starts]

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.

- [car engine humming] - [people chattering]

Brittany Gable...

will you marry me?

[bell dings]

Lefty, this is, like, our third date.

- Uh, fourth. - [bell dings]

We also had lunch last Tuesday.

Don't you love me?

Hi, Brittany.

- Robert. Diana. Good afternoon. - Hi.

- Congratulations. - Oh.

- [Lefty] Don't you? - No.

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

but I don't really even know you yet.

[sighs]

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. - [bell dings]

How many times this year?

- Counting you? - Yes, counting me.

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

Three.

Wait. Sorry.

[clicks tongue]

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?

[sighs]

[Brittany continues indistinctly]

Yeah, that is four.

["Country Girl" by Gone West playing]

Warm up?

Thank you.

Hey, uh, has he seen me?

[man on phone] Write this down. I don't want you to screw this up.

[waitress, stammering] No, I-I don't think so.

[man chattering] ...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.

["Country Girl" continues playing]

- [cook] Order here. - [bell dings]

["Boulder To Birmingham" by Emmylou Harris playing]

♪ I don't want to hear a love song ♪

♪ 1 got on this airplane just to fly ♪

♪ And I know there's life below me ♪

♪ But all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky ♪

- [music stops] - [engines rev]

["Hier In Der Wirklichkeit" by Dirk Maverick playing]

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?

[chuckles]

If that's okay with you.

[stammering] Sure... lt is.

Yeah?

All right, then.

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

["Walk Through This World With Me" by George Jones playing]

[grunts]

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.

[dart clatters]

[sighs] 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.

[chuckles]

Yeah, that's a joke.

[laughs]

Y-you have a nice laugh.

['Rainy Day Blues" by Willie Nelson playing]

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.

[both chuckle]

[clears throat] Well, all right then.

May I buy you another round?

Yes, you... may.

All right.

Hey, Wim. How about two more?

- [strums] - [chuckles]

- [humming] - [strumming]

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Do you have any idea what time it is?

[stammering] I w-was... trying to be quiet.

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

l... [-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?

- [horse snorts] - Hey, I got you.

[huffs air]

Penny Jo?

[chuckles]

I-1 thought these... could use a little-- little more sunlight.

[both chuckle]

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...

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

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

[faint music plays]

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.

[man clears throat]

Can I get you fellas something to eat?

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

[stammering] 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.

[clears throat] 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.

[chuckles]

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.

[Dillon] 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.

- [cell phone vibrates] - Excuse me.

[clears throat]

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

Hello? [clears throat]

Yeah. Hey. What's up, amigo?

[groans]

[whistling]

- [bell dings] - [cook] Order here.

Sorry, Hank.

- [Hank] Order up. - [bell dings]

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.

[stammering] 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.

[sighs]

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

You know, I don't really need it. [chuckles]

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.

l-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.

[Take Some Love" by Johnny Lidell playing]

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

Um... Mm-hmm.

About... 43 of them.

- Forty-- That's a whole lot. - [laughs]

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. - [chuckles]

I don't know how anybody could...

live in this... world without music.

[Lefty] Hey, you know, I've...

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

["'Til I Can Make It On My Own" by Tammy Wynette plays]

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

[scoffs] No. No, I'm afraid I don't.

How about you?

Not really. [chuckles]

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

[chuckles]

How do you-- How do you expect we do that?

[Til I Can Make It On My Own" continues]

Yeah. Come on.

[clears throat]

How do... Oh.

Go like... [mutters]

One step... [speaks indistinctly]

- [Penny Jo giggles] - [chuckles] And then...

- [Lefty speaking indistinctly] - [Penny Jo giggles]

[music fades]

[man] 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.

["Walk Me To The Shore" by Hot Damn Scandal plays]

A Lakota Indian ghost shirt.

Hello? A fucking ghost shirt.

Crickets? The fuck?

- Okay. Okay. Okay. - [low engine rumble]

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. - [Pendleton scoffs]

Excuse me.

This is fascinating, Pendleton.

[Dillon] Hold up.

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

[Pendleton] Yes, indeed they did.

And for the Lakota, believing that they were invincible

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

- [woman scoffs] - So feel free to look closer.

You should see this in the morning.

Hmm.

[Pendleton] With the sunlight.

[continues indistinctly]

[man] I'm guessing we should go?

- [silenced gunshots] - 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?

[woman sobbing]

[groans, grunts]

[groaning]

[woman shrieking]

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

[Pendleton groaning]

- [woman] Don't shoot! - [two silenced gunshots]

[thud]

[grunts, panting]

Wait. How much are they paying you?

200,000? 3007? I can top that.

- Ten grand. Split two ways. - [panting]

[chuckles] Ten grand?

[laughing] 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.

[panting]

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?

[Dillon] Start the car.

[exhales]

Hey.

Just how much is that fucking thing worth?

Yeah.

Whose ass is getting fucked now?

["Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major" by Alexander Rudin playing]

[crickets chirping]

- [engine humming] - [breathing heavily]

[exhales]

[engine roars]

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Give me a sec, okay?

Probably just something I ate.

[door opens, closes]

[sobbing]

[crying quietly]

[sobbing]

Fuck. [panting]

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.

- [grunting] - [shouting]

[exhales]

Fucking hell.

[wind whistling]

[line rings]

[phone vibrates]

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.

[sighs] Then no candles.

Jesus. Fuck, Mandy.

Just shut your hole and get to packing, okay?

[upbeat banjo strumming]

[Lefty] Huh.

[sighs]

[indistinct voices on TV]

[man on TV grunts] Let's get outta here!

[shouting, indistinct chattering]

[sniffles]

[indistinct TV chatter continues]

[gunfire on TV]

[vehicle approaching]

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.

[groans] 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.

[whining] 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?

- [Mandy grunts] - [groans]

[thud]

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.

[Penny Jo] I think I know who... that is.

[Dillon] 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?

[bird tweets]

I am the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

["Circles" by Drezus and Dakota Bear plays]

["Circles" continues playing over speakers]

Not much time for chitchat, kid. Talk.

I am the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

[chuckles]

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.

- [thud] - You believe that? Sitting Bull.

Okay. Weird white kid. Noted.

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

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.

[door creaks, shuts]

Okay, kid.

We know you live with Dillon Macintosh.

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.

[scoffs, chuckles]

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.

["Anything Could Happen" by The Clean playing]

- [cell phone rings] - [machine beeps]

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.

["Anything Could Happen" playing]

[Lefty] Same plan?

[Penny Jo] Same... plan.

- [Hank] All right. Tie his hands. - [Calvin grunting]

[whimpers]

Okay, Sitting Bull.

["Anything Could Happen" continues]

- [engine stops] - [music stops]

[beeping]

[beeps]

[sighs]

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--

[stammering] Do you have the artifact?

I thought you were sweet.

[stammers] Do you have it?

Maybe.

G-give it to me.

- [door opens] - [bell dings]

No.

G-g-give me the arti--

[chuckles]

- [nozzle clanks] - [stammers] Do it.

Just give it to me.

Fuck you. Shoot me.

[percussive country music playing]

[engine starts, revs]

[upbeat country music]

[tires screech]

[tires screeching]

[engine revs]

[grunts]

[Penny Jo] She's... getting away.

- [tires screeching] - [prius horn honking]

[Penny Jo] Where the... fuck did she go?

[engine rattling]

["Wondrous Love" by Jean Ritchie and The Revels Chorus plays]

♪ What wondrous love is this?

♪ Oh, my soul ♪

♪ Oh, my soul ♪

♪ What wondrous love is this?

♪ Oh, my soul ♪

♪ What wondrous love is this ♪

♪ That calls the Lord of bliss? ♪

♪ To send this perfect peace ♪

♪ To my soul ♪

♪ To my soul ♪

♪ To send this perfect peace ♪

♪ To my soul ♪

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...

[birds tweeting]

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.

[Lefty sighs] She must've went down there.

[Penny Jo sighs]

All right.

I had her and... let her go.

There were children.

You did the right thing.

[sighs]

You stay here.

[stammering] 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-1 could...

Are you any good?

At... singing?

I-I-1 don't kn-know.

Yes, you do.

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

There you go.

[light knocking]

[whispers] I can't believe you came back.

Yeah, well, it's just for tonight.

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

[Abby sniffles]

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.

[cell phone vibrates]

I'm sorry.

Don't forget to wash off your makeup.

House rules.

You know how Father gets.

[vibrating continues]

[door closes]

[Dean] You have the ghost shirt, right?

Is he dead?

Dillon? [scoffs] 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?

[Dean sighs]

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... - [beeping]

[scoffs]

["'Some Say" by Melanie playing]

♪ Some say I got devil ♪

♪ Some say I got angel ♪

♪ But I'm just a girl in trouble ♪

♪ I don't think I'm in danger, don't think I'm in danger ♪

♪ No, I know I'm not in danger I

♪ But some have tried to sell me ♪

♪ All kinds of things to save me ♪

♪ From hurting like a woman ♪

♪ And crying like a baby I

♪ Something like a woman ♪

♪ Crying like a baby ♪

♪ And all the things ♪

♪ That I have seen ♪

♪ Qualify me for ♪

♪ A part in your dream I

♪ Qualify me for... I

♪ And though I'd like to tell it ♪

♪ Exactly how I feel it ♪

♪ Somehow the music ♪

♪ Hides it and conceals it I

♪ Hides it and conceals it I

♪ Oh, it hides...

♪ And all the things ♪

[creaking]

♪ That I have seen ♪

♪ Can be hidden in ♪

♪ A part of my dream ♪

♪ Gonna hide it from my dream ♪

♪ Some say I've got devil I

♪ Some say I got angel ♪

♪ But I'm just this girl in trouble ♪

♪ I don't think I'm in danger ♪

♪ No, I'm not in danger ♪

♪ No, I know I'm not in danger... ♪

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

[thud]

[Hank] Stay down. Stay quiet.

Trust me on this.

[Ghost Eye] And now, we have two chits to trade.

[Calvin murmurs]

[music ends]

Hi, Mom.

I missed you.

[whispers] 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. [clears throat]

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.

[door opens]

In reparation.

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

[door opens]

So... what are you? Federal agent?

[sighs] No, sir.

My-my pickup broke down out on the road.

Or just some kind of pervert?

[sighs] 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?

[chuckles] No, sir.

What's that?

That was funny.

[chuckles]

It was kind of funny, wasn't it?

Son, were you gonna ask a bear? [laughs]

[laughter]

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

- Not me, sir. - Me neither.

- [laughter] - Nor I.

[shouts] Son, were you gonna ask a bear?

[laughter]

Everyone, listen. Listen.

Son, were you gonna ask a bear? [chuckles]

Ask a bear.

What the fuck is he doing here?

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

[Lefty moaning] Oh...

- [coughs] - [Hiram] My daughter and ]

may have our differences,

- but I will not tolerate anyone... - [cocks hammer]

...threatening the sanctity of her life.

- [object thuds] - [breathes heavily]

[melancholy music playing]

- [Hiram groans] - [women gasp]

[Mandy] Oh, fuck!

- [gunshot] - [women shriek]

- [arrow lands] - [grunting]

[Mandy] Shit! Fuck!

- [man 1] Look out. - What the fuck?

- [Abby shrieks] - [Mandy] Get inside!

- [man 2] Hiram, sir, we got you. - [arrows land]

Come on. You're gonna be all right.

Bar the doors! Don't let anyone in.

[plates clattering]

[Mandy] They're fucking everywhere!

- [women crying] - [man 1] Shut up.

[gasping]

- [mom] Hiram! Hiram! - [man 2] Get up!

Hiram! Hiram!

[Abby] What do they want?

They must want our women.

No, man. They want the fucking shirt!

- What shirt? - [mom] 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.

[mom yelps]

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? - [arrow lands]

- [man] Open up! - [banging on door]

Open the goddamn door.

[groaning, grunting]

[Ghost Eye] Keep up the attack.

[Hank] Don't stand down.

[gasping]

[mom] Hiram!

- [arrows thudding] - [gasping]

- [gasps] - 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. - [Hiram groans] Grace.

- [man 1] There's more of 'em. - Grace. No...

Mom, give me the keys please!

- [man 2] Don't you do it! - [girl] They're still shooting at us!

- [Grace groans] - Fuck, yeah.

- [Mandy] Shit. - [man 1] What's going on over there?

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

[gunshot]

- [gasps] - [blood spatters]

[tense music plays]

[arrow lands]

Go. Go.

[Abby] Hurry!

- [arrow thuds] - [Abby] Amanda, go faster.

[man 1] Hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing?

[Mandy] Which fucking key is it?

- Hiram forbids it. - Oh, fuck off!

[pained grunts]

- [Mandy] Mom, shoot him. - [barrel spins]

- [groaning] - [hammer clicks]

- [Grace] It won't shoot. - [growls] Fuck off!

[metal scrapes]

- [thud] - [shouts]

- [Grace] Abby! - [Mandy] Hey, asshole.

- [gunshot] - [groaning]

[woman] I just cleaned this floor.

[pounding on door]

[man] What's going on?

- Whoa, look! - [knocking on door]

- I'm not even armed. - [man] 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.

[man] Open the goddamn door.

- [Grace] Oh, God! - [girl] Don't let him out!

[Grace screams]

What in the sam hell?

[Grace screams] Shoot him!

[groans]

[groans]

[Grace] Good girl.

[Ghost Eye] Jesus, they're shooting each other.

[panting]

Calliope?

Amanda?

Let's all get outta here this time.

Okay?

[sheriff groaning]

[sheriff] No. No, please. Please.

[gun fires twice]

[Ghost Eye] 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?

[Ghost Eye] A people's army!

- A what? - [Ghost Eye] Jesus, lady.

You know the American Indian Movement, The Black Panthers?

[Mandy] No.

[Ghost Eye] 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.

[Mandy] 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. - [girl] 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... [chuckles] 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? - [girl chuckles]

- Better now. - [Grace laughs]

[women chuckle]

["Streets of Laredo" by Eddy Arnold plays]

- [clicks] - [electric buzzing]

[exhales]

[grunting]

[Ghost Eye] Hey, cowboy's alive.

[Calvin] Hmm? Mm. Mm.

[Ghost Eye] Shh. Someone's coming.

[engine purrs]

Huh.

[sighs]

[line rings]

[sighs] You gotta be fucking kidding me.

- [line trilling] - Pick up.

- [phone vibrates] - [line beeps]

Shit.

[exhales]

I hope they spell my name right in the papers.

Uh-uh.

[upbeat banjo strumming]

[car approaches slowly]

[Lefty groaning]

[car door opens]

All right, I'm here.

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

[Mandy] 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.

[grunting]

Oh, and one of these poor dead hombres?

He ain't that dead.

Yeah, well, he should be.

[Dean] 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.

[Ghost Eye whispers] Okay. Go, go.

[whimpers]

[Calvin murmurs] No, no...

Doing you a favor, man.

- [Calvin] Mm-mm! - [gunshot]

- Mm! - [gunshot echoes]

[chuckles] Amazing.

[panting]

Reggie Dale.

Very slowly and very carefully look outside.

Whoa.

[rifles clatter]

[Dean] 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.

[Mandy] 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.

- [gunshot] - [groans]

[Ghost Eye] Down!

Fuck, yeah, Uncle Roy Lee.

- [automatic gunfire] - [Lefty grunting]

[grunts, gasps]

Mmm!

[Abby] What's she doing?

- [gunfire continues] - [thud]

[stops]

[gasps]

[grunts, groans]

[Hank] She gave us away.

Cal, where are you?

- Cal! - Mmm.

- [grunts] - [gunfire]

[grunts]

[Mandy grunts]

[groans softly]

[quietly] Fuck.

- [exhales] - Hmm?

[panting]

I'm the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

Mmm. [muffled speech]

I've returned.

Mmm...

[stammering] 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.

[crickets chirping]

[Dean] That's her?

[exhales]

[Dean] 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.

- [bow twangs] - [arrow whizzes]

[chuckles softly]

- [gunshot] - [grunts]

Aw. [chuckles] No wonder we won.

[groans softly]

Fucking waitress is here?

Big gun-down, huh?

Fuck you.

[engine revs]

[thud]

[engine stops]

[Mandy] Cal!

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

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

[sniffs] My mother died many, many years ago.

[cries]

Yeah.

I guess she did.

Get him out of here, please.

Get him somewhere safe.

[sobs]

Come on.

[groans]

[Penny Jo] 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.

[thud]

Thank you.

[Dean groans]

[stammering] Let's... go.

[engine starts]

[groans]

[Mandy cries]

No!

- [Grace] It's okay. - [grunts]

We got you.

[grunting]

Fuck.

[gasping, grunting]

[exhales]

[laughs]

[chuckles]

- Wild West, ba-- - [arrow thuds]

[engine rumbles, stops]

[clacks, squeaks]

[crickets chirping]

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.

[soft acoustic music playing]

[Lefty coughs]

[sputters, coughs]

[engine starts]

[singer vocalizing]

[coughing]

Stop! [gasps]

[coughing]

[host on the radio] You're listening to the classic sounds

of the west here on South Dakota--

[exhales]

[stammering] You... need a doctor.

No. I don't.

[grunts]

[Penny Jo] You don't... look too good.

[exhales]

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. [gasps]

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... [exhales]

Lefty...?

Lefty?

Lef-- Lefty?

[One More Night" by lan Noe plays]

[crying]

♪ There were no people left ♪

♪ When the ship rolled in ♪

♪ No one around to explain ♪

♪ All the years they had traveled ♪

♪ In search of kin ♪

♪ Now seemed a journey in vain ♪

♪ One more night coming down, they cry ♪

♪ One more night through this hometown blur ♪

♪ One more night 'neath this ancient sky ♪

♪ Take the time to recall who we were ♪

[breathes deeply]

♪ Well, they headed over Vermont like spaced-out tramps ♪

[sobbing, chuckles]

♪ Years of destruction they saw ♪

♪ With their eyes growing heavy, they set up camp ♪

Hi.

♪ Outside an old Florida mall ♪

♪ One more night coming down, they cry ♪

[quiet sobs]

♪ One more night in this hometown blur ♪

♪ One more night 'neath this ancient sky ♪

♪ Take the time to recall who we were ♪

[relieved chuckles]

My baby boy.

[music fades]

[without stammering] ♪ It's been a long, dark night ♪

♪ And I've been waiting for morning ♪

♪ It's been a long, hard fight ♪

♪ But I see a brand new day dawning ♪

♪ I've been looking for sunshine

♪ You know I ain't seen it in so long ♪

♪ Everything's gonna work out just fine ♪

♪ Everything's gonna be all right ♪

♪ That's been all wrong ♪

[inhales deeply]

["Hombre" by Dan Reeder playing]

♪ Well, a bad-lookin' hombre rode up on me ♪

♪ On the back of a coal, black mare ♪

♪ He squinted and spat, adjusted his hat ♪

♪ Said, we don't need your kind around here ♪

♪ When I pulled back my cape, he saw a pistol ♪

♪ When the smoke cleared, he lay dead in the sand ♪

♪ Pity the cowboy who draws on me ♪

♪ I was born with a six-gun in my hand ♪

♪ Well, that cowboy, he ain't alone

♪ There's plenty more like him around ♪

♪ Buried in the boothills of this wide land ♪

♪ By the man born with a six-gun in his hand ♪

♪ If you find yourself up in the northwest ♪

♪ Between Bismarck, Butte and Cheyenne ♪

♪ Remember the story about the bad-lookin' hombre ♪

♪ And the man born with a six-gun in his hand ♪

[melancholy music playing]

[upbeat country music playing]

[music ends]