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[Light wind blowing]

[Wind blowing and
water splashing]

[Indistinct voices and laughter]

[Rapid teeth brushing sound]

[Spit and splatter]

[City sounds and distant voices]

[Running car engine]

[Cows mooing]

[Metal gate sqeaks open]

[Distant voices]

[Distant crowd cheering]

[Horse galloping in dirt]

♪ Ominous bass music begins

[horse galloping in dirt]

♪ Bass music swells

[crowd cheering increases]

♪ Music swell intensifies

[crowd cheering]

♪ Music intensifies

[crowd cheering loudly]

Leighann: Ah, fucking monster!

[Police sirens]

Prickface: Stop stop!

Vernon: Hey storky,
get her out of there.

Get that thing she's
smashing it with!

Stork: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
All right.

Vernon: You! Get down here. Come
here, smoky. Get over here.

Get over here where I can see you.
Come here.

Vernon: How's it going today?

Prickface: Ah, man pretty good.
Yeah?

Prickface: Mm-hmm.

Vernon: What you boys been doing?
Come here.

What you boys been doing?

Prickface: Nothing, man. Just
been junkin' and tapin'.

Vernon: You been junkin'?

Prickface: Yeah, and
he's been tapin'.

Vernon: Yeah. You been
tapin' all right.

Prickface: Mm-hmm.

Come on.

Prickface: Man, damn,
you seen that?

She just smashed my truck.
You seen that?

Yeah. She just smashed it
right now with that hammer?

Prickface: Yeah. I got
to sell that truck.

I gotta that money,
horn button...

Leighann: Piece of shit!
Asshole!

- Come on, stork hold onto her.
- Asshole. You fucking...

Stork: Jesus.

Vernon: Let's have a seat over here.
Sit down. You too.

Stork: We done? Let's get you up.
Come on.

Leighann: Don't fucking touch me!
Don't fucking touch me.

Vernon: Take a seat. Sit down. Now,
I understand you're having some

kind of dispute. What were you
having a fight or something?

Prickface: Oh, no, man.
I ain't fighting.

She's just... she's bat crazy.
I don't know.

Vernon: Why don't you tell
me about what happened?

Leighann: He stole my motherfucking
lawnmower is what happened.

Vernon: Alright, ma'am, I'm asking
the questions here, all right?

I will take care of this.

You stole that
lawnmower because...

Not... stork, get
her out of here.

Get her away from here
and get her calm.

Leighann: I gotta be at
work right fucking now.

Stork: I know. Let's just...
Let's breathe and talk.

Leighann: Don't fucking touch me.
All right.

Vernon: Where'd you pick
up the physical lawnmower?

We went over there, down there
that way by the, by the pawn

shop down there. I don't know the name.
The one with the,

uh, the gold, uh...

Poor boy: Them gold wolves.

Prickface: Yeah.
The gold wolves.

[Radio dispatch voices]

Vernon: If you paid for it, then
how come you were gonna unload it?

[Radio voices and dog barking]

Prickface: When?

Vernon: When we pulled
up, she's screaming

"you stole my lawnmower," right?

Leighann: They stole
my lawnmower.

Vernon: We pulled up, you were
over there trying to unload it.

Why would you do that
if you paid for it?

You see what I'm saying?

Yeah. But it's on account of
her saying it was her dang

lawnmower. She said she was
gonna give me $200 for it, so I

don't know. I was just gonna let
it off, and I'll be a nice guy

and let her buy it back, but
then she crazy came, following

me, hollering. Crazy. Sayin it's
her dang lawnmower, and I...

You're gonna call
me fucking crazy?

She your girlfriend?

Yeah, sometimes.

I ain't his girlfriend.

He be over at my place...

Y'all live together?

I ain't your girlfriend.

I sometimes go and live
at her sister's, yeah.

He ain't live with me! You
know you don't live with me.

Ma'am?

I let him stay out back in the
shed once he done work with me...

All right. I'm gonna find that out.
I swear to god...

I swear I will
take care of this.

He don't fucking live with me.
He's a fucking liar!

What I'm trying to see, where
you bought that lawnmower at?

Down the road from where
she's talking about.

Where at though? Some guy was
just driving down the road and

said, "hey y'all wanna
buy my lawnmower?"

No. Not like that. Just, uh, he
got a hold of it or something.

I don't know.

God damn it, tell me where you
got the god damn lawnmower!

Out... out of a driveway.
Out of a driveway.

Out of a driveway?

Yeah. I didn't steal
nothing, officer.

Leighann: That's what you're gonna say?
That's what you're gonna fucking

say? Oh, I can't wait till I
tell Reggie this shit. I'm gonna

tell Reggie about all this silly shit,
and you fucking up... All right.

You're gonna fucking die.
You're gonna...

Vernon: I'm gonna
take care of it.

[Indistinct yelling]

Vernon: If anybody's gonna beat the
shit out of him, it's gonna be me,

you understand that?
Jesus Christ.

Stork: Where's he going? Hey!

Stork, let him go, I know him.
Oh, god damn it, stork. I know

the kid. I know where he lives.
Why don't you take a calm down?

Why don't you take a calm down?
Everybody just take a

breather, all right?

[Indistinct yelling]
[Car engine starts]

Leighann: Move your
ass, you fucking snake.

[Indistinct yelling]

Vernon: What are you doing?

Fuck yourself.

She's driving away.

All right, all right. Let's
just press pause here, okay?

Prickface: Okay.

Partner? Let's try
to figure this out.

Maybe there's something else.
You know, maybe there is.

Could be.

Yeah, like what else?

Could be maybe we saw
some other guys.

Well, that's... That's what I
said from the beginning, man.

Them other guys down at
that bar down there.

- Yeah. Baldheaded, stocky.
- Yeah.

Some kind of Mexican. Yeah.

I'll tell you what, partner, you
give me the line on that game on

Saturday, and I maybe could've
seen them other guys.

[Distant traffic]

You mean the... The
volleyball game?

Yeah. The girls.

Yeah. Yeah, all right. Then...
Then you could've

seen them other guys?

Then maybe I could've.

[Wind blowing]

It was the dunes. The dunes.
They're gonna be given six.

That's what I heard anyway,
down the grapevine.

All right. Well, y'all
have a good day now.

[Train whistle blows]

Stay out of trouble.

Get your ass over in the car, man.
You're embarrassing me.

[Indistinct mumbling]

Piece of shit car.

Stork: I told her not
to drive off, you know?

Dunes by six.

[Heavy wind] [Car engine starts]

♪ Light suspense music

[glass breaking] [Heavy wind]

[Intermittent static]

Narration: Brothers.
These two boys of mine.

When they were small I told
them you can be anything.

Cowboys. Kings.

Don't be afraid. Some
things is mysteries.

♪ Ominous oriental music

the world is strange and
there is pain all around.

[Thunder clap] ♪ melancholy
instrumental music

like what you see in
nightmares and in dreams.

Stick together. You gotta help each other.
You gotta hustle.

Hustle, hustle, hustle. You
hustle for love, you go out

junkin' and tapin', but
it's all for love.

You kick up a ruckus
round and round,

you get rivered in the dunes.

Prickface: Make a decision yet?

Miranda: So if we lose the
game, you give us the tickets?

And a party at the sand race.
You take a fall on Saturday.

What the fuck, prickface?
Wow, crazy.

This is such bullshit.

Don't call me that now, okay?

What do we have to do?

You just back off after the rally.
You can win one set,

but then just back off.

♪ Bell chime music

I don't know, it could
be something to do.

[Indistinct voices]

Narration: Most
things you'll lose.

♪ Music intensifies

they'll slip away, and
it's just time working.

Pictures, postcards, girls, money.
You know, I heard a guy

say once "I'm just having a bad
life, but it'll be over soon."

I like that. I like that.
I like these places.

Prickface: [Singing] Oooh,
oh, oooh, oh, ooooooooh

♪ instrumental music

Narration: Sometimes the land talks.
Mountains disappear.

I've heard the spirits.
They hide out in the bodies

of rabbits and the snakes.

Yeah. The desert's nice
this time of year.

Poor boy: You had twenty-seven
brothers and thirty-eight sisters.

♪ Tribal instrumental music

I love you, baby rabbit.

♪ Fire crackling

your family is so proud of you.

Sometimes you get lost from
your mom and your dad.

Sometimes when you get ate,
you become food for the next

generation. You made a
gift for your family.

You go back to the fire, rabbit.

You let that fire eat you, rabbit.
God, I love you.

♪ Music ends

[engine roars]

Prickface: Hey, cut the engine!
Cut... Hey! Cut the engine!

Cut the engine, I'm talking at you.
Man, my feelings are hurt.

Cut the engine.

Poor boy: I can't hear you.

Cut the engine! My...
You're hurting my feelings.

[Engine cuts off]

I was talking at you. Leighann
is pretty pissed on the

lawnmower deal. I might need
to stay here for a bit.

She changed the lock
on the fucking shed.

[Birds chirping]

Take that window cushion
in the kitchen.

I don't use it for
nothing but naps.

Yeah. I, I brought this deluxe
sega setup too, so it's the

perfect system for us, brother.
That boat's a bit whopperjawed

but, you know, it's all right.
We'll have a killer camp out.

We'll talk back to the water
and sail on to California.

All you got to do is lock in
them chain cattle pinwheel parts

and things, the gabs.

We gotta hustle us up some
mean cash, boy. Get paid.

[Bug and bird noises]

Okay.

[Engine roars]

[Engine cuts off]

Prickface: She in there? Lisa!

Lisa: What?

Prickface: You know you didn't win.
Come on, why else are we here?

We can collect some more bets
but, I mean, you gotta pay up,

baby. And this time it's...
It's the real money.

Lisa: All of it? How much?

Okay. Hey, how much she owe?

Poor boy: Sixty-eight.

Prickface: Sixty-eight.

Lisa: Oh, shit.

Yeah, man. That's all of it.

That's probably all of it. You
should just give it here.

Lisa: Okay.

Prickface: Thanks, baby.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Lisa: Okay.

♪ Distant children's music

Mrs. Waxman: That voodoo jungle
oil froze up the sink again.

Have a look for me, will you?

[Breath in and out]

Lose the shirt.

You're a beautiful
animal, you know that?

Oooh, look at you.
My darling rascal.

How's your little brother?

He's okay. He has
some girl trouble.

I gotta take him on the
boat for a minute.

Hmm...

I can't keep you on
the boat anymore.

This pension payment I got,
it's, it's, it's just a

little nothing. It's not enough.
I think I'm moving to Phoenix

with Billie. Her sister's a
flight attendant over there

and she's really into cage fighting.
It makes her horny.

So, don't worry. I'll
give you the number.

You wanna buy the boat?
I can sell it to you.

I don't got no boat money.

Yeah. That's a sorry thing. Bank
man gonna come get the boat.

Sorry, rascal.

Prickface: Waxman is a
crazy lesbian, man.

She don't know about banks or boats.
She probably just goes to

parades all the time.
Nobody can take the boat.

We live on a boat. We
can move the boat.

Poor boy: If anyone comes for
the boat, I'll hurt them.

Prickface: Yeah, brother. I'll kill
them too. Just let me think for a

second. Pass me that
mash-knocker over there.

[Intermittent drilling]

[Metal clang] [Metal
nut screwing on]

[Breathing] [Outdoor bug noises]

You know any Indians? Like desert Indians.
Real Indians.

When I did my long
weekend in tent city,

I heard about one way. A guy
inside called Jerry Vaughn.

He schooled me on it. Man, smart guy.
Good guy. Landscaper guy.

You know what he did? He duct
taped his arm to a cottonwood

tree and cut off his hand with a chainsaw.
Insurance money.

He's always on the scene
with them fast track ideas.

Jerry ideas. Slip and fall
in a grocery store ideas.

Get for a cash settlement.
Man, he taught me how to have

no worries. How to get taken care of.
Man, listen.

We do this right, our family
ain't gotta work no more.

We just drive around
in new lincolns.

[Gusting wind]

Damn, Jerry taught me up good.
Here it is.

[Gusting wind] [Rattling metal]

If you marry an Indian girl, her
daddy's gotta pay you the big

money. It's called a dowry
prize or some shit.

It's the Indian way. I don't
exactly know how much it is but,

sure enough to buy
the dang boat.

[Gravel crunching with
bird and bug chirps]

Can you get a girl pregnant?

[Rustling leaves
and gusting wind]

I don't think I ever have.

You gotta lie to them a little bit.
You gotta talk about

danger. They love that. Then
you can get them pregnant.

But no more choking the chicken.
You gotta save up that good

juice. You gotta save it up
nice so there's a lot of it.

Then you let go inside her.

[Rustling leaves] [Gusting wind]

Get an Indian girl. You put a baby in her.
Get that daddy

Indian cash, we buy out the
bank, we tow it back to the

water, and we sail to Cali.
This is the long play, brother.

This is it now. Mm.

This is gonna be my last job.

[Light wind, bug
and bird chirps]

You sure you don't
know any Indians?

[Car keys jingling]

[Teeth brushing]

[Spitting]

[Teeth brushing]

Prickface: Damn you look good, brother.
Real good. You look sharp.

[Spitting and teeth brushing]

Let's do this.

[Metal jingling] [Doors closing]

[Gravel crunching]

Hey! Oh, shit.

♪ Distant country music

Jackie: Hey, prickface.

Hey, how's it looking
in there, Jackie?

Oh, it looks all right.

Leighann's not in there is she?

No, I haven't seen her.
Y'all break up?

No.

Oh, ten dollar cover.

What?

Oh, yeah. They got on
me about it last week.

Come on, man. Jackie, didn't
I get your nephew that car?

Oh, yeah, you did. It's
still ten dollars.

Damn. Did I not steal that
fucking hatchback for your

nephew right out of
some cunt's driveway?

Yeah, that's great man. Oh, he
loves that car. He drove it to

Utah and back.

Then what the fuck, Jackie?

It's just ten dollars.

All right. Five and five
for the both of us, right?

Uh, no. Ten each.

Who all you got in there you

gonna scrape me
for twenty bucks?

Listen, man, if it was up
to me, I'd let you both in.

You know that.

- Oh, hey. Hey. Hey, girls.
- What the fuck is that shit?

I'll tell you what. You come
back with some nice girls,

I don't have to charge you.

This is not kind Jackie.
This is not friendly.

I'm your friend prickface.

Don't call me that now, and no
you ain't not. That was a real

nice thing I did. That
hatchback's real clean. It's got

that clean leather interior
and a disc player.

Hey, I heard you trapped one
of them punkass sandcats?

Poor boy: Yeah, I got one.

Hey, do me a favor and just
stay out of this for a second.

What do you think of
these boots right here?

You goddamn...

You got me. Jackie, you fuck.
You let me go there.

Jackie, that is
not kind, Jackie.

[Indistinct yelling] Tap out!

Sammy, you stay out of this.
I'm gonna get, Jackie,

I'm gonna kill you.

♪ Quirky comical music

there's way more girls in the
Internet than in the club.

Horny lonely ones. I got a
killer new idea anyway.

Watch this.

[Car engine starts]

Girl: You like my belly ring?

♪ Quirky music intensifies

[indistinct voices]

[Electricity zaps] ♪
upbeat tribal music

♪ orchestra instrumental music

♪ upbeat tribal music

Poor boy: I don't even know
where the Internet is.

That there, about right that way.
There she blows.

♪ Upbeat tribal music

[rock crunching]

Do I reroute it?

It's like walking a dog.

Hey, damn, look at this.

That's my old glove. Don't
you put your hand in it.

There could be scorpions.
Watch out.

♪ Upbeat tribal music

woah, woah. Woah, woah, woah.

You're gonna have
good fast Internet.

Bring that on in here. Perfect.

♪ Music intensifies

[Internet dial-up tone]

Yeah.

[Computer static]

Mm. It's like a song.
Like satellites talking

to satellites and just digitally
transferring all this different

language robots information
straight into our brains.

[Computer static]
[Dial-up tones]

We're gonna find you so many pussies.
Real long hair pussy.

Poor boy: Cat attack pussy.

Catatonic pussy. Citizen, citizen pussy.
Old, old, old

person pussy. What is it?
Cit... Senior citizen.

Mangled arm in the
machine pussy.

Always on the scene pussy.

Little snack pussy.
Heart attack pussy.

Where you at pussy. Ho!

Macaroni and cheese pussy.

Floppy pussy.

Inserted pussy.

Disc error pussy. Put it up.
Oh, yeah.

I think I should try some
different clothes or something.

Yeah. I think you should
take off your shirt.

Just like this?

Uh-huh. But not just like
that, with the muscles.

Yeah, it's like you're killing it.
Uh-huh. Oh, that's good.

All right. No more saw. Yeah.
It's like I put down the saw and

now I'm tired. It's all in a
day's work for me. Not exactly.

Boy, oh boy, oh boy, they're
gonna shit themselves.

Put your tongue
back in your mouth.

Just to show that I
know how to cook.

Okay. Oh, you look like
a champion winner.

Oh shit. That was it.
That was beautiful.

I could do this for a living.
What do you like? You like tiny?

Skinny? You want busty? Bigger ones?
Thicker ones?

Yeah. Yeah, thick ones.

You know, I'm gonna go with
saying all sizes 'cause we're

not really in a position to
discriminate right now, but

gotta be Indian though.
Gotta find a casino Indian.

There's a lot of them around here.
Good lord, Indians are so

fucking rich. Hmmmmmmm.

Woman: May I help you?

It's missin' somethin'.
How 'bout this?

[Typing]

You like that quote I gave you?
It's like your slogan.

♪ Hopeful instrumental music

Sunshine.

[Indistinct crowd cheers]

Coach: Put your legs into it. Yeah.
Keep your eye on the ball.

Eye on the ball, Miranda.

[Buzzer] [Cheering and clapping]

Poor boy: All right.

Prickface: Hey there Roscoe Joe.
How you doing today, motherfucker?

Roscoe: Shit.

Oh, no long faces now, boys.
Sometimes my dogs don't hunt.

That's life. Your girls did
real good this week, Roscoe.

Damn shame they let it all
slip away at the last minute.

Roscoe: Damn, I don't
got cash on me.

Poor boy: How you boys
fixed for phones?

Jackie: I got a telephone.

No, high definition phones.
Like phones you make

movies with, Jackie.

I got videos on my phone.

No, you don't, Jackie.
You don't got shit.

You got some bullshit. These
are new phones. These are

just come out on the Internet phones.
Real phones.

Nice phones. Big ass phone.
Hd flagship phones.

[Phone touch tones]

What about vapes?

Stork, you vape?

Stork: Man I can't even breathe.

Just got my fresh imports
in from Raul in boca raton.

Got all the hot new flavors.
Some sweet custom mods too.

Creamy dreamy. Amanda panda bear.
Raptor attack. Winnebago

window. Lemon lime.
Window gigglers.

Roscoe: You been taking action
for my girls at durango?

[Lip smacking]

Oh, yeah we got that.

Alright. Playing off-site at a
city field, small time court.

My girls can run it.
Put me and stork down

for double or nothing.

Stork's in the hole.

Oh. Well, shit.

Take the bet prickface.

You know, I don't
like that name.

Don't think I give
a shit, prickface.

♪ Supsensful instrumental music

well, put him down. Put it down.
Nice doing business with

you folks in here. You know, uh,
stork, the next time you don't

pay us what's gonna happen, you
know what, Sammy, show him!

Jackie: Get him. Get
those motherfuckers.

Man: Fuckers.

Man: Get in.

Prickface: [Singing] There
was a girl, cute as can be.

Poor boy: Okay,
brother, hit the ball.

[Singing] Angel dipped
in chocolate shake.

Hit the rock. Hit
the rock, brother.

[Singing] Her name was written
in the stars, but just

one problem did I hars.

Yeah!

[Singing] It ain't gonna
suck itself, girl,

man: Two to one. Two to one.

[Singing] No it ain't
gonna suck itself.

Two to one.

[Singing] Never gonna
suck itself, girl,

no it ain't gonna suck itself.

Two to one.

[Singing] One time I tried to
make it suck itself, but it

ain't gonna suck itself.

- Unhunh, straight for Jesus.
- Straight for him.

♪ Ominous tribal music

[Bells jingle]

Chilson: I need to find the area of
the lake where all the boats are.

I'm looking for these
guys, friends of mine.

They live on a boat on the lake.

School zone: You want spring
break, I'll set it up for you.

No. That's not what I want.

You're gonna scream.

Um, is there somebody else back
there that I could talk to?

Are you gonna need these rooms?
Are these questions?

Yes. Yes, I need a room.
Do you have a map?

What's that thing?

That's my radio records, am/fm.
Yeah, I record everything.

Yeah, I like recording.
It's fun.

Did you just take
a picture of me?

Yeah, I don't know who you are.

Where's the chamber of commerce?

What about the chamber of commerce?
Hmm?

That doesn't exist... Here.
You need to rent a car.

I don't need a car.

Yeah, you do. I'll sell you a
car and I'll make you scream.

No, no. I can't buy a car.

Yeah, you can. You can buy a car.
You can buy my car.

Full car. Nine hundred bucks.

What is wrong with you?

Nothing. I'm the most normal
person in this place. Just hold

on second, I have to see this guy.
You, you don't move.

♪ String suspense music

Prickface: Willy bought her a horse but
it ran away. He's super pissed off.

He wants to hunt her down.

Poor boy: I fucking hate abobo.
I want to fight him.

Prickface: Hold on, Jimmy. Maybe
there's another way to clear Marion's

horse debt. Let's chill out and think.
I think that's when we

cut, we do a barrel rolling sequence.
We light him on fire

and send him right into the canyon.
Keeter, you still owe me

twenty bucks on that Xbox.
You're late, man.

School zone: We got news.
Sit down.

There's this old woman looking for you.
Looks like a snoop.

What old woman?

I don't know, man. She
came by the hotel.

What she look like?

Like an old snoop, dirty snoop.

What she want?

She wants the boat.

Marky: But she don't
know it don't work.

Man, damn marky
shut the fuck up.

I think we need a plan.

Was she looking dangerous?

Yeah.

How'd you get all this?

I texted you her picture.

I got a lot of phones, guys.
Did she look bank serious?

Yeah, but I sent her sideways.

Marky: What, what is, what is
it you all are doing in here?

We, were making a, a... In
the middle of making an

action movie, marky. It's a
thriller about my life called

"double dragons:
Fuck off & die."

Uh, you got a part
in there for me?

Keeter: Hey you wanna see...
[Mumbling] Horse?

Keeter, I want my
twenty dollars.

♪ Deep instrumental music

[whistling wind]

♪ Music softens out

leighann: Uh, this is leighann, leave
a message after the beep. Beep.

Ah, I got you! Now for the beep.
[Beep]

Leighann, call the snake
charmer now. Bye.

Leighann's just probably trying
to call my other phones.

This broad, be vigilant.
You see her, you just run.

Don't try to fight her. She
comes around from the bank with

papers she's gonna try for the boat.
Now, you don't take no

papers from her. She's got to
actually give you the papers, so

you just don't take nothing. You just run.
You know I thought I

saw daddy? This one time when I
was out lookin for California.

Buddy of mine had some washers
and dryers he was trying

to move. Went out dancing, drinking.
God, we smoked

something. And this guy at the
club, right, he's looking at

me all mean, and I'm like what?
And he's like, what?

So I'm like, all right. Okay. So
we go outside, right, to have a

fight. I put them up, and it's
like I'm dancing in the fucking

mirror. I'm like, do I know you
from someplace? He's like,

do I know you from someplace?
And I'm cocked back, right,

like, ready to throw down, and
he looks me square in the eyes,

stone cold, and goes,
am I your daddy?

I'm like, am I your son?

Just, shit, I just
hugged him right there.

I said, daddy griggs. He goes, who?
So I fucking upper

cutted him three times. He got
taken away 'cause it turns out

he was no relation at all. But
it goes to show you, some people

are out there. You
might know them.

Excuse me. Excuse me. My brother
needs some help over there.

Over there, my
brother right there.

I wanna know if this would come
in, like, a neon red color.

You got the red gold?

Worker: Yeah.

The red gold. You got
the purple gold too?

Security guard: Hey, sir.
Excuse me, sir. Hey!

♪ Upbeat instrumental jazz music

hey! Hey! Hey, get back here!

[Screams] ♪ upbeat
jazz continues

excuse me! Excuse me.

Hey, I've got one of those.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Stop!

Hey!

♪ Jazz music slows
[Circulating fan sound]

You sit tight brother.
Just whistle right here.

We're good now.
[Heavy breathing]

[Water splashing]

You remember anything
from when we was little?

Unh-unh.

I mean, I don't remember
much, but you was older.

Remember back when we was on the
island and we was kings, that's

you and me and daddy. We were
just singing, laughing together.

That was good times.

All right, big brother, I
think the coast is clear.

[Zippers zippering]

♪ Tropical instrumental music

video game: Search
for the key glyph.

Computer: You've got mail.

[Indistinct voices]

Oh, boy. We snagged us one.
Big fish. Indian girl.

Found a little Indian girl.
Found a little Indian girl.

Hey, ravenblanket.

♪ Synthesized jazz music

Cynthia: I like your dating pictures.
You look nice. Fit.

There's so many kawasaki
douchebags on these dating

sites. Chat roulette and shit.
All these guys tugging at their

hog dogs. Whatever. Sad face for that man.
You look pretty good

though. Pretty fit. I bet you can hit it.
I mean, no bullshit,

that's why we're here right?
To make it good and shit.

I can make anything. I made a
bomb, blew off my back door.

You're fucking funny. We had a
yard cat once. Me and my ex.

She didn't have a tail. I think
one day an owl came down and

whoop and got her.

I raced bulls.

You wanna see something?

Come here.

Those scars are from bulls.

Wow. Far out America.

[Persistent coughing]
♪ quirky string music

[Choking and coughing]

I'm sorry. God. You smoke?

I got pretty faded
last night and this

bird hair is in my throat.

I found a bird in a bobcat's throat once.
Cut off its head

and pulled that bird right out.
I'm real good with my

hands. I can catch all kinds
of rabbits, bobcats, sandcats.

You caught a fucking bobcat?

It's real dangerous.

Far out.

♪ Instrumental string music

♪ string music increases

♪ drum music builds

♪ Piano music joins

[water sprinker spraying]

♪ Powerful instrumental music

[Distant car engines]

♪ Powerful music softens

Miranda: Forty-eight's...

[Indistinct voices]

Woman: Have a good night.

Oh, I will. You take a little
longer next time though, okay?

All right. All right. You
act like you're working.

Uh-oh, who brought the beer?

[Indistinct voices] Here, cheers.
Cheers, girls.

To the party at the sand drags.
To the party at the sand drag.

What did I promise you?
What did I promise you?

[Laughing and mumbling] ♪
powerful instrumental music

prickface: Go Jackie boy, go!
Rock the ship!

It's a strange thing to
be an Indian and all.

Cynthia: I'm not Indian, my
family's Indian. I'm adopted.

Oh, does that make a difference?

♪ Heavy piano and violin music

[car engines]
[Indistinct voices]

- You having fun?
- Yeah.

Come on girl. [Mumbling]

[Car engines passing]

♪ Instrumental music continues

[indistinct voices]

♪ Instrumental music builds

[car engines roars]

[Cheering and screaming]

Prickface: Oh baby, you know what
I'd really like? I kinda wanna eat

your pussy out right now. Like real bad.
Get that shit fucked.

[Inaudible screaming]

♪ Dramatic music beat

[shouting and screaming]

♪ Drums beating
[Girls screaming]

Prickface: Hey. What?

Girl: Get out of here.

Whatever. Whatever, Sammy.

♪ Music heightens
[Indistinct yelling]

What the fuck happened? I don't
even know what happened.

It was a... Catfight. Catfight.
Somebody's gotta hit me.

Where'd that asshole go?

♪ String music heightens

school zone: [Screaming]

♪ Dramatic string music

♪ Music ends suddenly
[Car engine running]

School zone: You make
money on the birds?

Prickface: Oh, yeah. Yeah,
that cock did us good.

[Chickens clucking] [Laughter]

Prickface: Okay, let's fuck their shit up.
Hey! Well, you can just do it

yourself, I guess, you fucking asshole.
You must've forgot we

were brothers or something.

[Tires popping]

[Laughter] [Indistinct yelling]

♪ Upbeat action music

Woo-hoo!

Jackie: They call this the math.

The desert math.

Man: Desert math.
Roscoe: Desert math.

Jackie: Desert math. Real math.

Man: Real math

Jackie: Desert math. Real math.

Jackie and Roscoe: Desert math.

Both: Real math.

So yeah, got that now.

Chilson: You're the,
uh, the boat boys?

Roscoe: He is.

Chilson: Uh, the taxi driver, neon
motel guy said I could pay you.

Do a recon. I need to, I need
to reconnoiter the lake, find

these boys, um, catch and find.
How 'bout it, boat boys?

Y'all gonna be my boat boys?

♪ Action mystery music

♪ Music deepens

[chicken clucking]

Prickface: Stay here.

♪ Synthetic suspense music

Drime: I got that same shirt.

♪ Looming suspense music

[door shuts]

[Scratch and sizzle]

♪ Suspense music deepens

prickface: We did
good on the birds.

Queen blythe: Looks that way.

Prickface: Are you coming by to
make a pick up today or what?

You all should come to
the islands with me.

You could just give me what's
inside that safe right there.

Just give us Reggie's money right now.
We all sail to

California. Where is Reggie anyway?
He at his big mansion?

♪ Suspense music deepens further

are you fighting today?

Oh, yeah, I'm ready to go.
I'm looking good.

No. Him.

My brother? No. He, he
ain't ready to fight.

No. He's all mommucked,
but, but I was gonna fight.

I'm ready. I wanna get dark. Oh.

Queen blythe: Do you
wanna fight, boy?

He fights and wins, you can
keep all the bird money.

He loses, and I take
the whole back.

♪ Intriguing mystery music

[sizzle sound effect]

Uh, all right. Let's gamble.

Man: Hit him!

[Crowd mumbling]
[Punching sounds]

Prickface: I had that hatchback deal.
You didn't have to run out

there and cut me off like that.

Poor boy: I know that.

[Shouting and cheering]

Drime: Move away. Until people
place their bets. Back away. Away.

Three to one on the
baldy right there.

You got the gay one and the bald one.
We got,

uh, three to one on the gay one?
Crowd guy: Sure.

Three to one on the gay one?
What you want?

Cynthia: Oh, what,
girls can't bet?

Three to one. Who do you want?
Who do you want?

Bald guy, gay guy.
Bald guy, gay guy.

All right, let's hook them up.
All right.

[Clapping] Come on, big boy!

Yeah, go Sammy!

Put the stick down. Throw the stick.
Come here. Hands out.

Hands out. Where's the queen?

Bow to the queen.
Bow to the queen.

Shake hands.

Gay guy: That's nice. Get
the fuck outta here.

Oh, shit, you fucker.

Gay guy: I know who the fuck you are.
I know you. I know

you and your brother. Come on.
Isn't that him right there?

I heard he likes boys. He likes this.
He likes this.

Shit, huh. What are you doing?
You dancing?

Cynthia: Kick his fucking ass.

Gay guy: Come on. Im gonna just stand
here and wait for you. Come on!

Eat it! Eat it. Come on.

For god sakes, don't kill him.

Don't kill him. Don't
fucking kill him.

Gay guy: Fucking standing around.
Are you gonna dance all day?

What is this? What the fuck is this?
Come on.

Oh, oh, oh!

Oh! Oh!

Ah, ah! Yeah!

[Crowd cheering]

♪ Slow instrumental music

[Mosquito chirps]

Narration: Hmmm. Oh. Let's see.

I raised the boys on
the water and, uh,

we had this island in currytuck county.
We had the whole island

to ourselves. We was kings. She,

she had gone off and, uh, I had

to go, you know.

I met these girls, these
pretty girls, and a

dancing bear, and it was some,
some questionable circumstances.

[Laughing]

Oh, man. But I took care of
business, you know? I took care

of business. At least I was good
at something, fast at something.

Feeling good about that.

You see, the world
can't understand.

Um, I gotta just find someplace else.
Someplace different. Maybe

I'll go to a different
desert somewhere.

Yeah.

And then I can just stay the
hell out of my own way,

it might turn out all right.

Yeah. And then if I can just
stay the hell out of my own

way, it might turn out all right.
Yeah.

And then if I can just stay...

[button click]

♪ Ominous string music

chilson: Where are you guys?

♪ Ominous string music fades

Jackie: And we know that jackass
did it because he told me at the

club he was gonna do it.
Told me right in my face.

Roscoe: Yeah, he told him right
to his face, vern. He said,

"I'm gonna fuck up that Honda."

Right to my face.

Stork: It was a sweet
little hatchback, vern.

Jackie: He wrote f-u-c-k-a-r.
Spells fuck car.

Roscoe: Yeah. He flies off the
handle with me, I'll tag him out.

Ball game over.

[Paper crumpling and dropping]

Oh, you gonna tag
him out, Roscoe?

Yeah, I'll tag him out.

[All laugh]

I'll tag his ass out.

Goddamn. Roscoe's
gonna tag him out.

Yeah, I'll tag him out.
I'm gonna tag him out.

Good lord, man. You know
what you should do?

What?

Shut the fuck up. All y'all.
Shut your goddamn mouths. You're

embarrassing yourselves. You
screwed with snakes and now

you're sick. Snakebit and sick.
Now, you bring in these two

twisted roustabouts, and you
make money with them, but then

you get burned and banged and
come crying to vern. Now, the

way I see it, there's two kinds
of help I can give. The first

kind is gonna take all sorts of
time and legality and probably

result in Jack shit.

And then, well, there's
the second kind.

Now, usually with these vagabond
fuckers, that second kind of

help is the only kind
they understand.

Roscoe: Oh, they're
real fuckers, vern.

Jackie: Two big jackass fuckers.

You want to send a message to fuckers?
There's only way to

send a message to fuckers.

Sand dune fuckers.

Two big snake fuckers.

Fuck yeah.

You want to send a
message to fuckers,

you put them through a car wash.

You want to cure those fuckers?

Take them for a joy ride.

Ha. Pick that up.

Roscoe: What's he mean by joy ride?
I don't really know what...

Who's got my fucking keys?

♪ Slow jazz music

poor boy: You like being Indian?

Cynthia: Well, it's hard to, like,
put into words exactly. It's like,

it's like looking at a deer, a
pack of deer in your yards.

When you see it, it looks tight,
right, like it looks good, like,

damn, look at all those deer
just laying back in the sun and

shit. It looks beautiful. You
want to be a part of it. You

want to like get in there and
lay hard too, but like, as soon

as you go out there to get with
those deer, you spook them off.

Basically we're just poor and
free, man, recluse as they come.

My family, I don't know. Maybe
they're different, or maybe they

just talked to god and god said,
hey, let this one in. Because my

mom, my real mom, she... I
don't know, so they just took

care of me. She couldn't.

You wanna meet my dad?

I'd like that.

♪ Jazz music with drums

prickface: What's up, sugartits? You
know, something? This might be a place

that we could film
"double dragons."

Cincinnati: You can't
film nothing here.

What?

I'm telling your friend you
can't film nothing here.

Yeah, okay.

School zone: It's
just an action movie.

Cincinnati: Give me the camera.

Prickface: What?

Cincinnati: I'm coming
for the camera.

I gotta talk to you.

Yeah, give me a minute...

Honey, everything okay?

Woman: Yes.

♪ Fast drum action music

I gotta talk to you.

♪ Same music muffled

I gotta marry your daughter.

My daughter?

Yes, sir.

Cynthia? That girl out there?

Yes, sir. Her.

She know you?

Sure. She's my girl.

No shit?

I'm gonna take her
to California.

You and Cynthia?

And my brother.

She know you're asking this?

Didn't know till just now tonight.
Don't make plans much.

Yeah, but you got ambition.

Shit... here.

Take some daddy fire.

Basically kill you.

♪ Muffled loud music

[gulping and swallowing sounds]

[Audible breathing]

♪ Music slows to drum beat

[Buzzing motor]

♪ Jazz pop music

chilson: Skating. Skating.

[Disgruntled mumbling]

Oh, I don't want to do this.
Unh-unh.

♪ Upbeat synthetic dance music

♪ mellow happy fun music

[rolling on wood sound]

♪ Upbeat fun synthetic music

♪ Fast beat synthetic music

[Video game pings] [Distant
indistinct voices]

♪ Synth music continues
playing in the background ♪

Keeter: Three. I'm a play.

Chilson: You have a different haircut.
Why are you dressed like that?

Keeter: Why are you
dressed like that?

Come on over here with
me in the party room.

Why?

'Cause it's open out here.

We can't go in a room with you.

I'm looking for the brothers
who live on the boat.

♪ Quirky synthetic music

who's that?

I know you know them. I know
you go on that boat, man.

What? What do you want? What?

Well, come on, let's go.
Come on.

[Indistinct mumbling]
♪ upbeat dance music

Charlene: It's out of control.
I can't stop eating them.

Chilson: Hey, hi. You look like this
friend of mine, but you're not.

You here to party?
I like to party.

Olympia: You okay?

Yeah, I'm great I feel great. So
you're just out here working.

Working what?

Oh, doing your thing out
here, making friends.

Yeah. I make balloon animals.

You make balloon animals. Oh, okay, yeah.
Yeah, right.

I get it. Sure. Balloon animals.
Yeah, right...

Well, there's two
boys over there who

want balloon animals.

What boys?

Those two. Uh, you can
see them over there?

Yeah. I know them.

Oh, okay, good. Great, great.
So you're like all friends?

You a girl cop?

What? No, no, I'm not a cop.

[Rollerskate wheels spinning]

It's ninety each animal.

But they told me
you did fifties.

Who said that?

He did, that, that keeter kid.

No. Fifty is a deal if you repeat.
I'm giving you a break

at ninety. They want
me to take my top off,

it's an extra twenty each.

No. You can keep your, you
can keep your top on.

Well, then it's ninety each.

Actually fuck it.
It's two bills.

What? Why? Why?

A hundred a pop.

Jesus, they're like fourteen.
They probably just, you know,

wanna touch your boobs, get
their little dingos hard.

I know fourteen-year-olds
who sing like sweethearts.

What?

Just give it to me.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, keep it down. Keep it down.
And they better finish quick.

Friday the Bible camp kids come
and do a sing-a-long in that

group room. Fuck.

♪ Dramatic instrumental build

prickface: You don't gotta
marry that girl no more.

Forget that fucking money.

Cut that one loose. Outta here.
Bang, she's out.

We on our way to California...

With all the sunshine pussy
we can carry in both hands.

Just you and me.

[Airplane overhead]
♪ string music

poor boy: Hey why you trying to
talk for me and think for me?

You're jealous of her.

You got an opportunity now.

Climb off that fucking
Ferris wheel.

Go straight legit with me.
The scam is over. We win.

Fetch a celebration
rabbit and roast a hare.

Tomorrow I might get drunk.

♪ Dramatic string music

[engines roaring]

Poor boy: You shoot
'em good though.

Cynthia: I'll shoot 'em.
I'm gonna shoot 'em right.

Right in the head.

Can I do it?

Okay.

[Rustling wind]

That's where you want it?

Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

[Scratch and sizzle]

Okay, go.

[Running sounds]

[Boom]

[Debris particles rustling]

I think you blew
up them rabbits.

[Laughter]

Oops.

♪ Dramatic string music

[heavy breathing]

♪ Soft string music

[Laughter]

Get off me.

♪ Dramatic string
music [Laughter]

I can make tortillas
or salad or something.

[Wind rustling]

You know, fuck you, dick asshole.
You got money now, so I

guess you don't need me.
You can just come in me.

Shit, man, that ain't cool.
I'm cooler than that.

[Wind rustling]

Well... what...

What do you want?

I don't know man. It's fucking hot.
I'm fucking hot out here.

You want California?

I don't wanna go with your brother.
Sleep on some foldout

couch with your brother.

He's my brother.

I don't wanna live with prickface, man.
He's nasty.

Don't call him that.

He's fucking prickface.
Everybody calls him that.

He's fucking prick...

[loud smack] [Heavy breathing]

♪ Light ominous music

you better stop.

♪ Ominous music increases

get your clothes off.

Cynthia, what the fuck?

Do it, motherfucker.
Or I'll shoot you.

♪ Ominous music increases

♪ Ominous drum music

everything off. Naked.

You're fucking horse crazy.

[Deep sniff] [Spitting]

[Vindictive laughter]

Bring it over here. Everything.

♪ Ominous string music

Put it down and back up.

Haha. What's wrong with you
is wrong all the way through.

You're just a fucking girl.

[Gunshot]

[Heavy breathing] ♪
dramatic string music

♪ dramatic strings build

[engine rumbles]

♪ Powerful string music swells

♪ Music falls

[wind rustling]

[Ominous sound]

♪ Deep manic music builds

prickface: Hey, where's my four-by?
What the fuck happened to you?

You okay? What happened?
Are you all right?

♪ Dramatic string music

oh, she's fucking dead.
Fuck the ravenblankets.

You're my favorite brother
in the fucking world.

Nobody gets away with
shooting my brother.

She's fucking dead dick and bait.
Fucking nobody shoots my

goddamn Sammy with a fucking
bullet with his own goddamn gun.

Cynthia ravenblanket, you're
heading for the stars, and so's

your fucking father. You're
father's going down, bitch. You

father is going down! Cincinnati
can suck a dick! Cincinnati can

suck his own fucking dick.

Yeah!

[Heavy breathing]
[Wind rustling]

Oh, Cynthia ravenblanket,
I'm gonna fuck, ah!

[Heavy breathing and mumbling]

[Wind rustling]

Is that your sega TV?

We'll get a new sega TV.
I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Sorry. I knew that girl was shit
from the start. Should've never

had that fucking plan. Fuck Indians!
Fuck all the Indians!

[Wind rustling] [Fire crackling]

Open up.

Make a fist.

[Chuckles]

Does it hurt?

Yeah.

I can't believe she shot you.
[Light chuckles]

With my own gun.

[Both laugh]

Women are more trouble than
they're worth, brother.

But it ain't gonna suck itself.

Never gonna suck itself.

Never gonna suck itself.

No matter how hard I try.

No matter how hard it try,
it ain't gonna suck itself.

[Laughter]

[Sizzle]

I wonder sometimes if I went
back in time in a machine where

I could meet myself
when I was little,

would he be proud at
how I turned out?

[Bug chirps] [Sizzling]

There ain't no
machine like that.

There ain't a lot of things.

[Metal clanking] [Sizzling]

There ain't a lot of things.
There ain't a lot of things.

There ain't a lot of things.
There ain't a lot of things.

Billie Jean: Do you see the stars?
Are you looking at the stars?

[Car engine]

Mrs. Waxman: Who is it, sweetie?

[Truck door slam]

Uh...

Prickface: Look at that darn baby.
Mmm. Hey, baby!

Poor boy: I saw him, but
there's nothing on.

We got victory, brother.
Show her that...

[Dog barking in distance]

Hey, you came to see old Mrs.
Waxman, huh?

Yes, ma'am. We come
to buy the boat.

I knew it. I had a feeling.

I was telling Billie,
right, Billie?

We got cash money.

No, no, no. Sit down. Sit down.

We got cash money.

Sit down. Ever done a
tarot card reading?

Nothing to it. Cut it
into three stacks.

[Jewelry jingling]
[Throat clearing]

Okay, good. Stay with me.

Give me your hand.
Set an intention.

Yeah. I can feel your intention.
Ask a question.

Who am I asking?

Ask the cards.

[Motorcycle in distance]
[Electric buzz]

Got one? Let's see
what you got there.

♪ Tribal melodic music

sometimes you have dreams, and
when you wake up, you feel like

you've been there before. You're
running through a strange forest

with two moons in the sky. The
trees fling you through the air

like slingshots. Almost you can fly.
Down below there are people

looking for you.
They got torches.

The future feels old.

Prickface: Listen, lady, we
didn't come here to voodoo.

We came here to buy a boat.

What is this?

That's the American
dream right there.

Hmm, what do you want
me to do with this?

You can fuck it if you want.
Stick it up your ass if you want

to. Talk to it. Dress it up in
a bowtie and ship it off to

england. I don't fucking care.

That's fourteen hundred
eighty dollars right there.

That's what you can do with it.

♪ Ominous tribal music

you want to buy a boat
for fourteen-eighty?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Hmm, rascal, don't look at him.

Don't look at him right now.
What am I gonna do with you?

Fucking bitch.

Don't, look at me.
Don't look at him.

Burn at the fucking
stake, whore.

Look at me. Don't look at him.
Don't look at him. Look at me.

Fucking cunt witch.
Fucking witch's cunt.

You know I would, right? Where
do I put you? You know I do.

Fuck your shitty fucking grill.

It's a sorry thing. I'm sorry.

[Coughs]

♪ Slow instrumental music

[night bugs chirpping]

♪ Slow instrumental music

[car engines]

[Whipping flag]

♪ Hopeful instrumental music

prickface: Y'all ain't shit. I'm all day.
I'm every day.

[Coughs] Y'all ain't shit. I'm all day.
I'm every day.

Ya'll want to play
with a snake charmer?

You don't wanna
build sandcastles?

[Male laughter]

Come on, get, get, get,
get, get, get in the track.

Get in the lap track! Get in the lap track!
Get a hold of it!

Bunch of fucking lepers
and your leper rugrats.

Smell all y'all from here.

No, hey! Ain't nobody bigger than me.
Nobody!

I tell you what, I like to throw
these motherfuckers right

here. I love to throw these
jokers right at your faces.

There ain't nobody gonna fucking whip me.
Yeah. All you

big men, big men, you might be
bigger, but you can't whip me.

Unh-unh. Unh-unh.

Let's Rob Reggie.

What?

Let's Rob Reggie. [Laughs]

- Mean ideas.
- Reggie ain't tough.

We could hold him up,
blow his desert down.

He's got more money than
grayskull don't he?

We'll probably find it in
the walls or some shit.

I ain't gonna sit like a bitch.

- No.
- No.

Yeah. No.

Waiting like a bitch?
No, fuck that.

Go in, get that strap cash.

Rob that fucking Reggie pass.

Get that Reggie cash.

I'm sick of waiting, brother.

I'm sick of waiting too.

You're all day, every day.

I'm all day. I'm every day.
Fucking every day. We're tired

of waiting. Hear that?
We're tired of waiting.

[Night bugs chirpping]
[Water splashing]

Open up the glove box. Hand me
that thing that's in there.

♪ Sharp string music

[rustling in truck]

Poor boy: You good?

Prickface: Are you good?

I'm good.

Well, so am I. Put the lady
legs on your head now.

I will.

Put them on your face. If I was
shorter, I'd have been the

greatest jockey to
ever ride a horse.

♪ Mischevious beat music

[metal clanking] [Smoke blowing]

♪ Mischevious beat music

[Moaning]

[Indistinct whispers] ♪
mischevious music darkens

prickface: What
the fuck is that?

[Moaning builds]

Sounds like fucking. Oh, shit,
we're about to see girl's legs.

Holy shit, we're about
to see some tits.

Oh yeah, I think we're
gonna see some titties.

Is that fucking leighann?

Wait. Wait.

Hey! What the fuck are you doing here?
What in the fuck!

Leighann, take his
dick out of you!

Leighann: Fuck you!

[Muffled yelling]

[Gunshots] [Glass breaking]

We gotta go! Go! Go!

♪ Wailing instrumental music

[yelling]

Men: Whoo! Whoo...

- You said you fuckers...
- Oh, we got you...

[Indistinct mumbling]

You wanna shine with us?
C'mon shine on.

- C'mon fuckers.
- Wassap, prickface?

Man: Oh, fuck.

Poor boy: Romeo. Brother.

Man: What the fuck
is wrong with him?

Brother.

Vernon: Holy shit.

Brother, get up.

Shit.

Brother, come on.

Get him off. Get him over.
Get him,

get him the fuck off the boat.

Brother, come on.

Man: We were just scaring them.

Yeah. You were just trying
to scare him all right.

Get off me. I'll break
your fucking...

You see that? That's a pool of blood.
You scared a hole right

through the middle of him.

That wasn't us.

They was busting in to a
house before we saw that.

Oh, that wasn't you? He was like
that when you got there? Do you

know how many stories I
hear like that every day?

Get off me you fat...

He was dead when I got there.
You know, fucking death row is

filled with guys...

Who came upon guys that were
dead when they got there!

We can't just throw
him off the boat.

Pick him the fuck up and dump
him off in the fucking water.

It's as easy as making something
in the microwave. You just throw

it in there.

[Mumbling]

Man: Get him off the
boat, fucking dump him.

I'll put a fucking bullet right
in the middle of both of your

foreheads. I swear to shit.

Don't you touch him,
he's my brother.

Let's get him out of here. Don't
let him go. He wants to be with

his brother, let him be.

- [Mumbling]
- Fuck, yeah. Dump him.

Man: Romeo. Romeo.

[Water splashing]

Goddamn, you guys. Get
this thing started.

[Mumbling] [Muffled
underwater splash]

♪ Sad instrumental music

♪ Sad instrumental
music continues ♪

♪ Suspenseful and magical
sounding music begins ♪

Chilson: I'm not gonna hurt you.
Just stop.

Just stand still.

Come on, now, look at me. Just
hear me out for a minute.

Just, just don't
run for a minute.

I'm a friendly from Tennessee.

I'm Deb chilson.

Poor boy: Samson griggs.

Nice to meet you, Samson.

I have something for you and your brother.
Where's he at?

Where's he at?

Uh-huh, Romeo.

He's gone.

What?

He's dead.

[Intense mosquitoes]

Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Your daddy was a friend of
mine from the rodeo circuit.

I used to manage events.
Bookings.

He had something he wanted
me to give you boys.

Roping bulls was how I met him.

[Hard hit]

[Night sounds]

[Car dinging]

[Night sounds]

[Engine starting]

[Gravel crunching]

[Muffled pa system announcement]

Chilson: Hey. Got your
money for tonight.

Blayde: Yeah. Oh, great. Thanks.
Um, did you ask about getting me

next week's early?

Mm-hmm. It's in there.

I appreciate it.

Did your boys see the show?

Yeah, they were out there. Then
they crashed in the trailer.

How they like moving around?

I don't know. They're boys.
They do all right with it.

Yeah.

Some land in California I'm
gonna look at when we're up

there. Little wolf.
Up near Oregon.

That's good country.

It is.

It's cold though.

It is colder. That's true.

Rains some.

I wanna...

Have something to give to
my boys after I'm gone.

Of course you should. It's
a, it's a good thing.

I know.

But then sometimes I
get tired and think,

I just wonder if it's
good to have a kid.

Like is it a, a happy thing?

Like how come whether it's
good or not, like morally,

like of the spirit,

to bring someone
else into the world,

into all this.

And you think about god,

I don't know.

See, I have this dream.

Where I'm all alone in
a cave in the dark,

moving in the dark.

It's windy and there's a
candle in my hand, but

it's just about to go out.

I can't see what's ahead of me.

I can't see where I'm going.

Chilson: I never had sons, but I
raised up three younger sisters.

Learned more about life and
myself watching them than

I ever could have on my own.
Ooh, you talk about god.

Yeah. I don't know how involved
he is in all the proceedings,

but, I can't wait for a sign.

I gotta get building something.

I have to turn down the lights.

I'll see you in the
morning, blayde.

♪ Melancholy music plays

Shit kid: Hey, you a sport?
Is that your car?

Yeah, it's my car.

Where you going?

California.

No, you ain't. You was sleeping.
Anyway, this is California.

You wanna fight?

No.

Got any money?

Yeah.

How much?

Enough.

Let me see it.

It's my money.

You ain't got any money.

You want make some more money?

I know how you can make
some more money quick.

You like fights?

[Door closes]

♪ Melancholy music continues

prickface: That
was a better one.

We did it. We kings.

♪ Triumphant music plays