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- (soft clattering) - (liquid pouring)

'Sup, shitass?

Hope you're doing good.

Just floating around in space.

Yep. Things been real messed-up around here.

There was a tornado in town.

Uncle Brownie stopped it, though.

He's been right acting up ever since.

Can you see me?

♪ Surprises in the night... ♪

Bark if you can.

Ha. Ha!

WILLIE JACK: My dad's OCD is on X Games mode.

Losing his socks, his favorite mug, his keys.

Thinks the "Little People" are fucking with him.

Damn... (speaking native language)

Okay, that I'm actually not surprised about.

I'm-I'm not gonna bullshit, but...

Bear still talks to that spirit

- with the hard nips. - I mean, I don't know

what the fuck you're doing here.

And this picking on me and shit. Man, just...

Cheese been spending a lot of time with his Uncle Charlie,

which I guess is good.

The tornado winds picked up someone's horse

and dropped her off at Kenny Boy's.

Welcome to Burglekutt Salvage.

- She's so beautiful. - WILLIE JACK: And now he thinks,

friggin', the Creator gifted it to him.

You're ours now, and we're yours.

WILLIE JACK: Big's still going on about

- his Bigfoot and catfish heads. - Huh.

WILLIE JACK: Bucky's been having problems with that este hvtke lady,

per "yoozh."

Mose and Mekko got their bikes hustled.

I better not find out who took it.

Send them to the spirit world.

- WILLIE JACK: They're on foot now. - Let's ride.

- But we can't even ride. - (scoffs)

And Elora left with that bitch Jackie.

She's, like, our sworn enemy now.

Fuck.

Bad part is...

think it's all my fault.

♪ ♪

♪ When I was young... ♪

GPS is fucked-up.

Can you put it in your phone?

I've got a burner. No GPS.

Fuck.

♪ I will find ♪

♪ It again ♪

♪ So sad, so sad, so sad. ♪

(entry bell dings)

(machine whirring)

(Indigenous music plays)

(over speaker): Aho!

Thank you for your donation.

Excuse me for my beauty now, for I shall give you

some ancient Native American wisdom here.

He who hoots with the owls at night

cannot soar with the eagles in the morning.

Do not watch two dogs get stuck together.

For if you do, you shall get pink eye.

These are ancient sayings

from the heartbeat of Mother Earth.

(speaks native language) Deposit more money now

for more wisdom.

Hoka.

The fuck?

Bullshit machine.

Hey, you can't use that until you buy it.

I'm buying it.

(car approaching)

♪ We them boys, yeah, we are men ♪

♪ Some are thirsty, some will bow, pop, pop ♪

♪ Stress the streets, bro, tradition's power ♪

♪ We them natives, now the world about to pay me ♪

♪ We them natives that will pump up after payment ♪

♪ They said I'd die broke, so I made a million dollars ♪

♪ Spend it by 23, 'cause money ain't nada ♪

♪ Nada, nada, nothing. ♪

- Aho! Your friend Daniel's house. - (groans)

- Yeah. - Fuck.

I will take care of him, friends, nephew. Uh-huh.

The hell are you doing here, man?

Oh, hi there, young warrior. Good to see you.

Yeah, I was on my way to another appointment, a new client.

I saw you here looking all-all sad-like.

- (sucks teeth) - So I decided to stop by.

Why are you here? I thought you went to California.

I w... We were.

But fucking Elora Danan ditched me, man.

I'm actually glad to see you.

I haven't really been feeling the best...

Yeah, bro, I'm sorry.

I can't hear your sad story right now.

I-I got to go. I got this other client.

Fucker things he's a spirit, you know?

He did turn the storm, but, fuck, whatever.

Everyone can do that.

So...

- I'll check you later. - Wait, you serious?

No, come on. Come on, man.

You literally invade my life

whenever it's convenient for you, man.

And as soon as I'm seeking help, you just bail?

Okay, um...

You got your, uh... your sacred curlies in, right?

My what?

Your sacred hairs.

Your man mesh. Your nest of creation.

Your he-muff, she-muff, they-muff down there.

See, long time ago, when our sacred hairs came in like that,

it meant that we weren't children no more

and that we started working for the people.

You... you're acting like a kid, man.

We all had a job. We all had a role.

That's how we built strong nations,

like each a stitch

in the great loin cloth of the people.

I don't even know what that means, man.

Fuck, I don't even know what it means, man.

I'm just making it up as I go along,

all right? Why you asking me all these questions?

You weren't even my appointment today.

Fuck. Take responsibility for yourself,

young warrior.

Carry on, my wayward son.

There will be peace when you are done.

Aho.

I'm trying, man.

WILLIE JACK: Oi!

Skoden.

Yeah.

You see how Daniel's dad moved?

Yeah, I heard.

I think, bro, that it's all connected.

(scoffs) Man, you sound like you've been chilling with Big.

- She sounds like Big. - Yeah. - Fuck no,

I don't sound like Big.

Uncle Brownie told us, "Don't mess with bad medicine."

What do we do? Fucking mess with bad medicine.

- BEAR: Yo, that was all you. - WILLIE JACK: Fucking cursed now.

It seems like it's just a bunch of "co-edincinces."

Yeah.

Don't know. Elora taking off and ditching you.

Yeah, but ma-maybe it's my fault she left, man.

- Guys... - Or maybe it's because she's fucking selfish

and she doesn't give a shit about me, man.

But it's not because of a fucking curse.

- Guys. - Yes, it is. It's all connected.

- No, it's not, bro. It's just... - Guys!

(indistinct chatter)

(machinery whirring)

What the fuck?

Hey, bro. The hell's going on?

Tearing it down.

Yeah, someone bought it last week.

What, y'all live here or something?

No, it's, like, our secret hideout.

Ain't no secret anymore, man.

Some Texas rancher bought it.

He's gonna build some sort of...

You know, megachurch

- for white folks. - And there's no curse.

- Is this y'all's shit? - Oh, hell no.

Daniel's shit, you guys.

Fuck.

See, I told you, man. Fucking curse.

WORKER: Yeah. Kind of looked like some evil seance or some shit.

- What-what are y'all doing? - It's a memorial.

What's up with the commodity cheese, man?

Yo, why you asking so much questions?

Told you. Fucking cursed.

♪ Down with a bag, with some bag... ♪

JACKIE: How the fuck do people read these things?

♪ Everything legal if you want to, I said fuck the... ♪

(car beeping)

What the fuck?

Hey, what's that light mean?

- (engine bangs) - What the fuck?

Shit.

(radio turns off)

- Fuck. - Man, your grandma's got a rezzy-ass car.

What the fuck do we do now?

Fuck.

Fuck.

♪ ♪

SPIRIT: Take this moment to pray.

Take a moment here to pray.

I want to pray for you, Creator. Aho.

Aho. Creator, thank you for these sacred tater tots

that my nephew-grandson-grandpa here has given me.

Take care of his little heart like that and his cholesterol

in that good way.

- Aho. - So, does this mean

I'm a holy man now?

Huh? No, no, no. You're not a holy man.

I think I must be.

You're not.

What was Crazy Horse like?

Crazy Horse? Oh, man.

He was something. He was pretty awesome.

His eyes were like the thunder beams looking at you, you know?

Most people think a warrior means to be all macho like that,

but no, being a warrior

means being in touch with your feminine side.

And Crazy Horse, he did that.

He was a true warrior. In touch with his man moon.

Most people don't remember that we once had a man moon.

We'd bleed once a month.

Happened every sacred time for us.

Crazy Horse was the last one of us to have a man moon.

- Hmm. - And then the white man took it from us.

He had a gimpy leg, too.

About a foot shorter. He just hobbled around everywhere.

That's why he rode the horse all the time.

I don't think you knew him.

Nah, I-I mean, I didn't really know him.

I mean, how do you really know somebody?

- (laughs) - But he was pretty girthy.

300 pounds. Very stoic.

I wish I knew him more.

Holy men can't be having colonizer boobs on their wall.

I told you.

You're not a holy man,

- Grandson-Nephew-Brother. - And you're not a regular spirit.

You're one of those backwards spirits.

Telling me Crazy Horse had a gimpy leg.

- He did. - (laughs)

- BROWNIE: I'm a holy man now. - For fuck's sake.

BROWNIE: I'll have sacred duties.

Who's he talking to?

I think it's safe to say he's delusional.

BROWNIE: Have to set a good example. Help others.

- Uncle. - CHEESE: What?

The director's cut of Big Trouble in Little China?

I've never seen this one.

What the hell are you kids doing here?

We need help.

No. You caught me right in the middle

of making myself a better man.

- What's that mean? - Means "Get the fuck out."

Okay?

The fuck you doing with that?

Oh, i-it was in the trash.

My mistake. Leave me alone.

Fuck it, let's just go in.

Shit's been fucked up, Uncle.

Curse I did fucking flipped on me.

- Ennit, bro? - Eh.

WILLIE JACK: We just need your help.

You used bad medicine, didn't you?

White medicine. I know you

told me not to, but bitch had to go.

Well, you have to go back to whoever put on the curse

and start there.

I told you, I don't mess with bad-luck medicine.

You know, you should really "alphabetecize" these.

What?

It-it just helps, easier to find.

I-It's why you lost Big Trouble.

Well, I'll pay you some Sonics if you do it for me.

I can't read the small letters, so...

Worth it.

Oh, but you got to let me watch this, though.

- You got it. - (clicks tongue)

Man.

Think he's gonna stop?

Mm-mmm. He's probably racist.

- Looks creepy. - No, he's just white.

Hey. Where you headed?

Uh, we're going to L.A.

L.A., huh? Wow.

I-I could probably get you as far as Amarillo.

I'm going to that big

white cross with... Jesus.

I'll ride up front.

(soft thudding)

I'm sorry it's, uh, messy.

I haven't had a chance to clean.

- You guys don't mind the mess? - It's fine.

- You want some Flamers? - I'm good.

You want some Flamers? They're my favorite.

- Come on. No? - I'm fine.

You guys are young. You don't like Flamers?

I'm Victor.

I'm J-Janet.

I'm Jackson.

Really? Janet and Jackson?

All right.

Well, straight up now, tell me,

do you want to hear some jams pumped into the car here

and hit the road?

("Wave on Wave" by Pat Green playing)

This is a good song.

By a singer named Pat Green.

It's not a classic country song.

I like my country more modern.

Not the stuff that's stuck in the honky-tonks.

I need it on the main stage to really understand it.

This boy's from Dallas.

You can't argue with a Texan. Listen to that voice.

Good voice, great body.

That's an entertainer.

The full package.

♪ I was looking for somebody ♪

♪ All I'm looking for is you ♪

♪ You came upon me wave on wave... ♪

I one time heard an old man singing

this song at karaoke and I just fell in love with it.

That's how I remember it.

Sadly, this reminds me of myself a little bit.

"I wandered out to the water

"to see if I had drowned.

I just know I'm going down." That part.

That part reminds me of me.

I think he's, like, he wrote it for me.

(Elora clears throat)

I'm a salesman. I travel all over.

I sell art.

Framed and matted art,

by painters like Monet and Van Gogh.

Those are famous painters.

Prints, of course. Not the real thing.

Those are hard to come by.

Kind of like a good friend.

I have a son.

I don't know him very well.

Another man raises him.

I'm still thinking about when he was in diapers,

and, uh, now he's in...

roller skates and jean shorts and...

You know, all the things teenage boys do and wear.

So, you know how teenage boys are.

Right?

You two teenage girls?

Surely you must have met some boys along the way.

Uh, why-why did you turn?

(sniffles)

- Hey, I asked you a question. - Hmm?

Why did you turn?

Oh, there's just a gas station further up the road.

Looks like your tank's half full.

Yeah, but you never know.

Once we hit the Panhandle, could be a little white

before we hit another gas station.

You don't want to get stuck with me, do you?

Where the fuck are you taking us?

Yeah, we're in the middle of nowhere.

Just calm down.

- Hey, we asked you a question. - Relax. Whoa, no, no, no.

- (locks click) - Lock.

- What the fuck? - Hey, no swearing.

-I'm gonna fucking kick you in the fucking face -Calm down.

- If you don't pull over. - Whoa, don't-don't

get razzed, don't... Oh!

- (gasps) Oh, my God. - Pull over!

What the fuck are you doing? Stab him!

Stab his ass!

Aah! Aah!

(all screaming)

Oh, my God!

- Oh, you bitches! - (horn honking)

- You fucking bitches! - I fucking warned you!

VICTOR: You stupid...

Get the fuck out! You backstabbers!

I tried to help you! I tried to help you!

Fuck.

Our bags.

Our fucking money.

Fuck! (moans)

Oh, fuck.

I got a couple bucks.

Well, if one of you were handy, you could take a look

- at my beer cooler. - I ain't no maintenance man.

- Geez... Turn it down. - Shit.

These shitasses.

- Where's your uncle? - He's a holy man now.

Yeah, right, and I'm a sex worker in Paris.

Tequila with a little lime, right?

Yes, you remembered.

And you're still too young, asshole.

Came to talk to you.

I need you to undo what you did.

What I did?

You mean, what you did.

Come on, man. Whatever fucking Hogwarts shit

you got up your sleeve's been causing it for all of us.

That curse came back and it's frickin' biting

all of us in the ass right now.

Well, I can't help that. That's not my problem.

Quit being cheap. My bro's all sad panties.

My hair's falling out. Like...

Where's your Gandalf stick or your wand or some shit?

You need to Uno reverse card this shit.

I'm just the intercessor.

- The conjurer. - The shaman.

Yeah.

Do either of y'all have jobs?

- No. - Job would straighten you out.

You wouldn't be going on and on

talking about curses and shit.

What's your job?

You're looking at it.

- Drinking? - No. Disability,

shitass. You need a job.

A real job, you hear me?

All right.

Well, give me back that hair, then.

I wish I could, but I don't got it no more.

I don't just keep vials of hair laying around the house.

Sko, bro. This wizard's cooked.

Told you.

You're gonna need a more powerful wizard than me.

Like, level five.

But I heard most of them are dead.

And a J-O-B wouldn't hurt.

BEAR: Man, this is a waste of time.

WILLIE JACK: They sound like my dad.

Yeah, and that's where I met Bethany.

She was just a wild onion then.

She was the only white woman there.

Well, that white woman be stupid

if she don't take this handsome man back.

-AUNTIE B: Dang. -BUCKY: Mm. Think she'll like it?

- Hell yes. - Hey, young bloods.

- Sup? - Hey.

Hey, cvpon, I know you. Who's your dad?

AUNTIE B: Huh? You know his dad.

Used to snag around with him.

Little braids.

DEDE: Ennit.

Little Braids.

Dang, boy. I was almost your mama.

Where's he at these days... jail?

He's in California.

Aw. Just all dadless, ennit?

It's okay.

Your mom will find another one.

AUNTIE B: What you kids want?

Need a trim, niece?

We need more of Jackie's hair.

You know, for the curse we did?

What you talking about, hair?

I don't be giving out hair. You crazy?

- You gave us hair last time. - Hair for a curse.

I don't be giving out hair.

What, you trying to scare off my customers?

Gol.

But you did. Gave us some hair.

I believe I will just sweep up my own hair.

(chuckles) Ah. Yeah.

You know, if you two are putting a curse on someone,

take it from me,

that bad medicine will come back on you hard.

Fuck, I know.

Trying to undo it. That's why we're here.

But I told you, I don't be giving out hair for curses.

Go on, acting like I'm a witch.

You good, bro?

Hey.

Here.

Put these in your pocket.

Why?

We're gonna break that curse.

Oh, fuckin' skoden!

You need something from the person that you cursed.

Something personal. You know, it doesn't have to be hair.

It could be anything.

Her Auntie Bev's.

She might have something.

Sko there. Fuck.

Okay, then, so, uh, where's this Auntie Bev's?

Fuck, I don't even know.

She works at IHS.

(exclaims)

(chuckles) What's wrong with him?

He's got daddy issues.

I ain't got daddy issues.

Hey, we all got daddy issues.

(country music playing faintly)

You stabbed that fool in the arm.

(chuckles): Yeah.

I guess I did.

Fucking stabbed him up.

You don't think he's gonna, like,

die or anything, though, do you?

It was just his arm.

I might've broke that fucker's jaw.

But I warned him, though.

This catfish is shit.

Yeah.

It's got nothing on Rob and Cleo's.

Your friend Daniel?

It wasn't that long ago, was it?

About a year ago.

He was cool.

The coolest.

My brother died.

He was cool, too.

Bethany kicked me out again.

Aho.

BUCKY: Aho, yeah, she's a tough one.

Third time this month.

Try this.

BUCKY: Huh.

Man Moon.

Ah.

"Am I the problem?"

Mabel Post Oak.

Mabel Post Oak.

(clears throat)

Wow. So, let me get this straight...

Hold on, hold on. Bro, Cheese is texting me.

You took her hair.

You got a white wizard to put a curse on her...

You didn't think it would work, but it did...

And now you need a hair clip or something to break the curse.

Yep.

Yeah.

What's your address?

You know what? Don't even tell me.

I know your mom. Your dad works here.

I'm gonna refer you to, uh, drug court.

Hate this place.

Bye.

- Yo, what happened? - She ain't gonna help us.

(sighs) Man, Willie Jack.

There's no curse, bro. It's just kid shit.

Can we go eat some catfish?

Bro, I'd help you if you did a curse.

- (screaming over TV) - Mm.

I'm pretty sure there were six extra frames when he exploded.

Your friends coming to pick you up?

I don't got no extra seat on the lawn mower.

Mm, they're almost done. Bucky's with them.

- Bucky? - Yeah.

He's real knowledgeable about this stuff.

He's really smart. Might even be a wizard himself.

Wh-Where you going?

Turn it off, let's go.

Bucky doesn't know what he's doing.

He'll make it worse.

CHEESE: I thought you said you didn't have an extra seat.

("Indian Summer" by Beat Happening playing)

♪ Breakfast in cemetery ♪

♪ Boy tasting wild cherry ♪

♪ Touch girl, apple blossom ♪

♪ Just a boy playing possum... ♪

Can we pull over?

♪ For Indian Summer... ♪

For real, can we pull over, please?

Why, you got to take a shit?

Damn! What you doing now?

Oh, my God.

(sighs) Willie Jack.

I support you.

But I just got to go, man. I'm sorry.

Fuck.

He gonna be okay?

(exhales sharply)

Just all alone now. Fuck.

(exhales)

String theory explains this.

You know, every element in our bodies

was made inside an exploding star.

We just borrow stardust until we die,

and then we return it for something else to use.

We're like vibrating strings, you know, notes of the cosmos,

and each and every one of them

have their own part of the song.

You take away one part, that song changes,

but the song never dies.

- (chuckles) - Got any Shotgun Willie, then?

Sure, on the left.

No bars.

(chickens clucking)

(sighs) What the fuck are we gonna do?

We could steal a car.

(laughs softly) Steal a car?

It's easy.

Most folks leave their keys in their cars anyways.

Especially these bumpkins.

Sko.

(rooster crows)

Hey. Let's start with this one.

You sure?

Didn't you steal a chip truck before?

Yeah, but this is kind of fucking different.

It's the same. Come on.

(clicking, thudding)

- Got to be here. - (whispers): Fuck, hurry up.

Got it. Come on.

Hey! Get the fuck out of here!

Someone's breaking into the car!

- Shit. Bail. - GIRL: Guys,

someone's breaking into the car!

♪ ♪

- (engine starts) - Go, go, go!

Fuck!

(man whoops)

- (tires screeching) - (gunshot)

Fuck. Fuck.

- (gunshot) - ELORA: Run!

♪ I was living in a devil town ♪

♪ I didn't know it was a devil town ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, it really brings me down ♪

♪ About the devil town ♪

♪ I was living in a devil town ♪

♪ Didn't know it was a devil town ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, it really brings me down ♪

♪ About the devil town ♪

♪ About the devil town. ♪

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH