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[gentle wind]

[whispering in Lakota]

[dogs barking]

[drum thumping]

[loud music]

[galloping horses]

[coughs]

[indistinct TV]

[baby cooing]

- What's up, baby boy?

What's up, mama?

Whoa! What are you doing?

- Washing my hands.
- His mama got locked up.

- What? For what?

- An old warrant
or some bullshit.

I don't know, but you
need to go bail her.

- Why can't she
just thug it out?

- Because I got work.
I can't watch him.

- Well, who said you
have to watch him?

- Well, I know you ain't
gonna watch him, so...

- How much is it? 400.

- Ah, shit. What the fuck?

How the fuck am
I gonna get that?

- I don't fucking know
where you're gonna get $400.

Ask her aunties.
- Mom, her aunties

don't even like me.

I ain't got time for this.

- You don't have
time for what shit?

Your baby mama? Or me?

[distant music]

[dog barking in the distance]

- Oh, you got a collar, huh?

[cellphone dialing]

Yo.

I have your dog.

[muffled phone]

Yeah, where you live at?

Like the first one
or the second one?

[tapping]

Alright. Well, I'll be by in like
a couple minutes or something.

Alright.

[barking dogs]

Yo, you guys wanna buy a PS4?

[both]: No. [clicks tongue]

- Come on.

[barking dogs continues]

[clicks tongue]

Come on.

[dog whining]

Here you go. Come
on. [clicks tongue]

- What kind of dog is it?
- I don't even know.

She was just
outside of my house.

She's pretty cool, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- You wanna buy her?
- No.

- Come on.
[clicks tongue]

[phone chiming]

[intriguing music]

[loud firecrackers]

[panting]

- Hey, you good?

- Man, nah, I'm
fucking confused, bro.

[laughing]

[talking indistinctly]

- Fuck, bro, it's hot outside.

- Hotter than
Germ's math teacher.

- Oh, score.
[laughing]

- Yeah.

He's flexing the burrito.

- It's a bologna sandwich.

Hey, I'll give you 50
bucks for this couch.

[laughing]

- I know he got some blaze.

- Hey, Donny, don't
look at these.

- Holy cow.

Holy fuck, these are
pretty nice, bro.

- Hey, don't fuck with that.
My dad will fuck you up, man.

[laughing]

- Alright, after I
look I'll return it.

- Geez!
- What?

- Holy shit! What is this?

I knew he had something.

What is this?
- Let me see.

- Let me check it out.
[laughing]

- Fuck you.
- Yo, we can smoke that.

Bro, let's smoke it then.

- Fuck that.
- Why?

- My dad will fuck me up.

- Bruh.

- Shit's bunk.

- Did you experience it?

[laughing]

- Bro... It's meth.

- Meth is the best.

- I'm about it, walking
around like that.

- Like you tried it.

- Like you ever tried it?

- Well, I did.
- Oh. My. Gosh.

[laughing]
- But I did.

- Geez.

- And it tastes like shit.

Bro, it burns the back
of your throat so much

it makes you skinny.

It makes you throw
up all your food.

You stay up for like, 14 days.

Bro, one single fucking hit.

- One hit, you're addicted.
- Fucker.

[laughing]

- Boy, you're like, 10.

You can't have
tried it back then.

- Chicken wing, no way.

- Let me see then.

You being a bitch,
bro. Just let me see.

[laughing]

- Bro, you're gonna
end up bony as fuck.

Let's sell it.

[knocking on the door]

- Yo, who is it?

- I was talking to somebody
about returning a dog.

- Oh, yeah. She's
mine. Let me see.

Come on.

[door closing]
So, what's good?

- Not much. You
got a return fee?

- For what?
- Well, we were just thinking,

since we brought it back,

you could hook it up
with a little something.

- Can't be giving
out hand-outs, bro.

That's bad for business.

But if you want to buy her,

I could cut you in
because you found her.

She's expensive though.
- Fuck.

How much is she?
- A rack.

Sometimes two. Just depends.

- Fuck, a rack for that?
- Fuck yeah. Shit.

If you breed her, the puppies
go for like, a rack or two each.

- Holy fuck, man.

- Yo, so I'm gonna make some
tea. Do you guys want any?

- No, I'm good.
- No, we're straight.

But I just think it's fucked
up that we did a good deed

when we didn't have to, and we
can't get no deal or nothing.

We could've just
ran off with it.

- Could cut you a deal for 990

for your little good
deed or whatever.

- What the fuck? 990? Ain't that
some cheap-skating ass shit?

You're only taking
10 bucks off of that.

You fucking serious?
- I mean, you're the one

fucking coming at
me with a deal.

I'm giving you one, bro.

- First of all, we ain't
come and ask for a deal.

We're coming because we're
bringing your dog back.

And second of all, when
do I need the money by?

[chuckling]
- Shit.

Could be tonight.
Could be tomorrow.

ASAP. [growling]

[braying donkey]

- Hurry up, you fucking...

- His donkey looks retarded.

- We got some meth,
bro. You want some?

- Shut the fuck up.

- That donkey's straight
up dementia or something.

Fuck. [laughing]

- Yo, why are you
calling me out like that?

- 'Cuz, bro, we got some shit
and we need to get rid of it.

- How much?
- How much do you want?

- Probably just a dub right now.

- 100 bucks, bro.
- 100 bucks for

a fucking dub, man?
What the fuck, man?

That shit's outrageous, bro.
- All right. 60 bucks.

- 60 bucks is still
too much, man.

What the fuck? You think
I'm a bank or something?

I'll give you $20 for two
dubs, man. That's a deal.

- Okay wait, hold up.
You got any hoots?

- Shit, yeah. I got a couple.

- Well, I'll tell you this.

We'll take 40 and the hoots.

- Shit, all I got is
20 on me right now.

- Alright, bro, that'll
work. Give it to him.

- Shit, y'all are crazy.

Alright, for sure, boys.

- Pleasure doing business
with you and your donkey.

- Yeah, papered, but we
have to pay tomorrow.

[coughing]

- What's he getting
a poodle for?

- Puppy soup.
- No shit?

- Alright, then.
Well, hit me back.

- Bro, what you
getting a poodle for?

- Bro, because when I breed her,
that's like 10 G's per litter.

- Shit. How much?

- She's a rack, but I
got a good deal for her.

- I know, but how much for
the one you're getting?

- I just said that.

- She's a rack, but
I got a good deal.

[laughing]
- Damn, a rack for a poodle?

- Yeah.
- I've been saying, man.

Fuck, we should have
just stole that thing.

Shit.
- Yeah.

[phone ringing] Bro,
that's fucking crazy shit.

- Shit, who are you
gonna breed it with?

- Hello?

- Who's he gonna
breed it with, bro?

- I don't know, man, but
it don't make no sense.

- Yeah, if you want to split the
litter, you gotta come in on half.

- Who you talking to?
- I'm talking to Tiberius, man.

Chill out.
- Man, fuck that motherfucker.

- Is it one of those
little poodles?

- No, it's a legit poodle, bro.

- Yeah, bro. Uh... If we
get the brindled ones,

it's 4 K a dog.

- Bro, tell him I
said fuck him, bro.

If I see him, I'm
gonna fuck him up

and I'm gonna take his dog.

- Bro, you need to
calm down, alright?

This is business. Plus,
he don't have the dog.

See, this is the point. I'm trying
to have him buy the dog with me.

- I could care a less,
bro. Still, fuck him.

Tell him I said that shit too.
- Shit.

- Hello? Who are
you talking about?

- Huh? No, man. We ain't
fucking talking about you.

- We are fucking
talking about you.

- Man, shut up.
[laughing]

Hey, but I'll talk to
you later, alright?

- Tiberius? What kind of
fucking name is that anyway?

[laughing]
- Did he call Popcorn?

- Shit.

- Yeah, bro. But
remember Popcorn

is breeding with
Sissy Sanchez now.

- Pop this bitch...

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

[cash register beeping]

- Hey, bro. This ain't enough.

- I got you.
- Alright, thank you, Auntie.

- I got him.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, are you guys hiring?
- We are not.

- No?

Echo!

Echo!
- What?

- Is that my baby or did
you have another one?

Echo!
- What do you want?

- You. Where you been at?

- Home.
- Oh.

It's like that?
- What do you want?

- I got you this.

- I gotta go.
- Why?

- Because I don't want
to talk to you right now.

- Why?
- Because I'm mad at you.

- Since when?

- Since you stole my fucking car

and missed your son's baptism.

Took that hoe on a run to Denver

when I told you my
car didn't have tags.

- Shit.
- Yep.

- But like, you don't
even know me anymore.

I'm a changed man.

I'm about to be rich as
fuck with a million poodles.

- I gotta go.
- Ah.

[barking dogs]

- Fuck.

[door opening]

[mumbles indistinctly]

[video game sound effects]

[groaning noises]

- Man, Germ, you're stinking

like some fucking
ass or something.

[laughing]

- You haven't showered
in four weeks.

- Chee four.

- If you laugh, you're
in love with Lil' Marty.

[laughing]
- Alright, alright.

- Nay, this guy laughed.
- Starting now.

[indistinct chatter]

- Fucker's out.

- Hi.

- Stealing from your
own dad now, huh?

Hello?

- No.

- Who the fuck ate
my sandwich then?

- I did.

- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.

- I need the bed tonight.
- Okay.

[crickets chirping]

[indistinct TV]

[door closing]

- Alright, I got wheels, rims,

catalytic converters,
batteries, gas.

Oh, and a GPS system.

- I can do $250 for
everything but the gas.

I don't buy gas anymore.
- Fuck, would you be able

to do at least $400 or $350?
- No, it's the end of the month.

You'll have to wait
till next Thursday

when the boss gets back if you
want him to take another look.

- To be honest, I'm just
trying to buy this dog.

- What's the best
you can do today?

- It's $250, man.

- Fuck.

- I'll take that rice
cooker for $20, though.

- $20? Alright then.

But I gotta sell it with
the dishwashing gloves.

It's like a two-for-one deal.

- Well, how about $22 for both?

- Yeah. That sounds good.

- Bro, you know anybody
looking for any PS4's?

- No, we don't buy PS4's, bro.

You might have to
try Prairie's Edge.

- Fuck, alright.

[school bell]

- 100 equals 10 to
the second power.

10 times 10.

1,000 equals 10 to
the third power.

10 times 10 times 10 times
10 times 10 times 10,

and so on through the series.

Now, we can do it with
another number like 2

which is pretty straightforward.

Two to the first power
equals itself. Two.

Two to the second
power equals four.

Now... following that pattern,

what would be the next
number in this series?

- Two to the fifth power?
- Good.

- Two to the fifth power.

And the answer to
that would be what?

- 20?

- It would be two times two

times two times two
times two is eight.

Two times eight is 16.

Two times 16 is 32.

So, this is all the material
that you're gonna need to know

for your quiz on Thursday.

Those of you that don't have
your notebooks and pencils out,

you probably want to get
them out and get these down.

Any questions on this so
far? Does this make sense?

Thursday's quiz is going
to cover exponents.

[school bell]

So, see you tomorrow.

[hip-hop music]

[cellphone ringing]

- This is a prepaid call from...

- Carly.

- an inmate at the County
Correctional Facility.

To decline this
call, press nine now,

and to accept this call...
- Accept.

- Thank you. Your call
has been accepted.

- Hello?

- What are you
doing? Come bail me.

- What the fuck you talking about?
How? I don't even have no money.

- I don't know,
Bill. Figure it out.

It's fucking cold in here.
- Well, then what the fuck

did you do to get there
in the first place?

- For a traffic violation,
Bill. I don't know.

Is my son okay?

- Duh, what you think?
- Well, where is he?

- With my mom.
- You have 30 seconds left.

- Well, man the fuck up and bail me
right now, Bill. I'm not fucking playing.

- How about you fucking call
the homeboy that you've been

messaging and have
him come bail you?

- Oh, you mean homeboy
who looks after your son

because you're too
busy rattling off

with your new family to
be a fucking dad to him?

You rat off all
the fucking time.

- You know what?
Girl, I rat around

because I don't even know
where we stand, alright?

And I ain't got time for this.
- bail me out

so I can take care
of my own goddamn...

[cellphone ringing]

- Hello?

- Hey, man. What you selling?

- What up, bro? It's
a poodle with papers.

- Why the fuck you
buying a poodle, man?

- Nah, I'm gonna breed her, but
I gotta pay this girl tomorrow.

- Well, how much then?
- Hey, I'm gonna have

to call you back. Alright?
- No problem.

- What's up, man?
- Howdy.

- You need some help?

- Yeah, my front
tire's blown out.

- Damn. Well, you
got any cash on you?

I could help you like, take
you to Rush or something.

- I was hoping maybe you'd
take me up to my house

and I'll have my boys
come back for the truck.

- Well, where do you live?
- About two miles out

of Scottsbluff.

- Ooh.

Hmm.

That's gonna have to cost you.
- Yeah?

How much?
- Shit.

Scottsbluff is pretty far.

Plus, I need some gas. I'd
say at least like, $80.

- All right. That'll work.

- Alright. Well, hop in.
- Alrighty.

[indistinct chatter]

- What's up, Dad?
- What's up, little man?

- Nothing.
- How was school?

- Good.

- Tight. Tight.

- Well, you wanna
play some video games?

- Nah, I gotta work.

- Why, you still
got that one job?

- No, those fuckers fired
me over some dumb shit.

- I'm going to get a job soon.
- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. So I can get a
phone and talk to my girl.

- You ain't got no girl.

You wanna hit it?

I know you smoke.

[coughs] Alright, Snoop.

Give me that back now.

That's what you get.

- I got a hot lunch for you.

- You ate already?
- Yeah, I ate.

- What'd you eat?

- Oh, shit. My bad.

That was last night,
but I'm not even hungry.

- Alright.

What's that?
- A book to learn magic.

- Show me a magic trick.

- What kind of magic?

- I don't know. Show me
a card trick, something.

- I don't like card tricks.

- Why not?

- 'Cause it's not real magic.
- What's real magic?

- Like when you can change
things with your mind.

- I'll show you a magic trick.

I'll make this food disappear.

[laughing] Alright,
man. I'm out.

- Alright. I'll be in in a bit.

- Alright.

[hip-hop music]

- You can just pull over here.

[turning off car engine]

Wait here for a second.

[clanking]

Say, Bill.

How'd you like to
make another $100?

- Shit, how so?

- The thing is I'm supposed
to have dinner with my wife

and I was hoping that
you'd do me a favor

and head out to the truck and
swap out that tire for me.

- Hmm.

Is it all yours?

- Yep. It's all mine.
- Hmm.

I could do it for $200.
- Okay.

Here's the thing, Bill.

The important thing
here is that...

I got a girl out in that truck.

- Ooh.

And I'm going to need you
to give her a ride home.

Could you do that for me?

- Sure. Where does she stay?

- I don't know. You'll
have to ask her.

Somewhere on the rez, I think.

- Oh, shit.

Shit, I mean that's like a
couple hours to go pick her up

and an hour back to Ridge,

plus I don't even know
where she'll be staying.

I'm gonna need a little
bit more than $200.

- How much more?
- $400.

- $400?
- And a job.

- And a job?

What makes you think
I got a job for you?

- I mean...

You got two big
houses, big 'ol land.

You must be doing
something right.

- Uh-huh.

I'll tell you what. I'm
not gonna give you $400,

but we can see about the job.

What do you think?

- Yeah, well, I
appreciate all that,

but I gotta go get my
son to the dentist.

I'm gonna have to pass.

[engine starting]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold up, hold up, hold
up. [engine turning off]

I'll do $300...

and you might be in
luck with the job, yeah.

- Yeah. Yeah. I could do that.

Throw it in the trunk.
- Alrighty.

[barking]

[indistinct TV]

- Check this out.

- That's pretty cool.

- I waited six fucking months

for this little bastard, man.

They sent it to two
or three P.O. boxes

before they finally got us.

I spaced them out.

Yeah.

Alright, little
man. See you later.

[door opening]
- Alright. See you, Dad.

- Yeah.

[door closing]

[pausing video game]

[car door closing]

[car starting]

[door opening]

- Fuck!
- What are you doing, bro?

- Don't come barging
in like that next time.

- My bad.
- Fuck this guy.

- Scared you shitless?
[laughing]

Or shirtless?

- Here you go,
bro. Check it out.

This here, my boy,
is Epsom salt.

- Ha, I ain't your fuckin' son.

[chuckling]

- You good?
- Yeah.

- I'm Bill. I'm
taking you home.

Go ahead. You can just get in.

[indistinct chatter]

[crickets chirping]

- Look at these little guys.

- Fucking mutts,
forget about it.

- Who's looking?

- Who's all looking?

- Is this shit good, or what?

- It's good stuff, bro.
- Yeah, it's legit.

- Who's your dad?

- Arnie Whitehorse.
[laughing]

- Get the fuck outta here.
- Whitehorse's kid out here

trying to sell me his
own fucking drugs.

[laughing] How much?

- 50 bucks.
- 35.

- 45!

- 45? This kid...

- 45?

Man.
- Whitehorse.

- Arnie Whitehorse.
- Fuck.

- Alright.

[laughing]
- Let's go then.

[indistinct chatter]

- Yo, let's go around the back.

That guy was fucking...
- What'd you guys get?

- Just wait till we get home.
- What is it?

- Wait till we get home.
- What is this shit, bro?

- What?
- This shit's fake as fuck.

What'd y'all give
me? What is this?

[dogs barking]
- Fuck!

- Run!

- Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!
- What the fuck you doing here?

- He's trying to beat us up!
- Who?

- That guy!
- What'd you do?

- I don't know what we did!
- What the fuck did you do?

- Who, this guy?
That's my son.

- That's your fuckin...
[talking indistinctly]

[barking]

- Yeah, that's my fucking
son! What's good, bitch?!

[laughing]

- You want some?

- Right here then, WWE style.

[laughing]

- Where were you?
[yawning]

- I think I found a job.

- Doing what?

- Working for some white guy.

I made like, 300 taking
some people home.

- Like a taxi?

- I don't know.

I guess.

But I'll be doing
more stuff, too.

- Well, good.

You could bail Carly.

The kid would be happy.

- He already looks happy.

- That's 'cause he's sleeping.

[door closing]

[percussive music
in the distance]

[drums thumping]

[drum thumping continues]

- I saw you dance before.

You're a really good dancer.

- Thanks.

- Can I have a kiss?

[laughing]

- Does it hurt?

- I'll be gentle.

- I wasn't talking about that.

- Oh. What were
you talking about?

- Your face.
- Oh, shit.

My bad. [chuckling]

- Um..

I don't want to do it here.

- Okay.

[R&B music]

- Come here.

- Man, you're really goofy, huh?

- You still love me.

Why don't you come outside?

- Holy fuck.
- What?

- What the fuck is that?

- What do you mean?
What do you mean,

what is it? It's a poodle.

- I know it's a fucking
poodle, you idiot.

Where'd you even get her at?

- Does it really matter?
- You probably stole it.

- What makes you
think I stole it?

Don't be thinking like that.

I bought it.

- The most goofiest
shit I've ever heard.

Only you would buy some
white lady-type dog, I swear.

- I'm gonna tell
everybody that she's yours

so I don't look like a pussy.

- Fuck no, you better not
tell nobody that's my dog.

- Why not?
- Why would you even buy it?

Why the fuck would you even
invest in something like this?

- 'Cause, you know, it's not
just mine. It's yours too.

- So, what? What
do you plan to do?

- I don't know. What do
you want to do with it?

It's half yours.
- I can't take care

of no fucking dog, Bill.
- That's alright.

She's hella great, though.
She could make us rich.

Buy you that car.

Buy you some new clothes.

I'mma get us a trailer and
give you more baby boys.

- Oh, you're a fucking rat.
[laughing]

- And you're beautiful.
- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm. You know...

- So, what's up?

[dog whining]

- She wants you to come outside.

[sighing] I want
you to come outside.

Please?
- You're fucking crazy.

- You need some help?
- No, I'm good.

- All right.

- Oh, shit.
- Here, can you hold this?

- For what?

- Because you're
gonna stay with me.

[baby cooing]

[barking]

[rap music playing]

- Oh, my God.

[door closing]

[clattering]

- Yo, what the fuck did you do?

You really think I would
notice, you stupid little fuck?!

Fuck you! Look at me!

Look at me! [grunting]

Fight back! Fight back, bitch!

Fight back!

[struggling]

You're a bitch! Fight me!

You're gonna get
me fucking killed!

Fight back. Come on, son.

You putting salt
in my fucking shit!

You think I wouldn't notice it?

[muffled chatter]

[chocking]

[♪♪]

Get the fuck out of my house.

I don't want you here no more.

[drums thumping, chanting]

[insects chirping]

[birdsong]

- Hey, Bill!

Come on up!

[sighing]

- Here you go.

[chuckling]

[laughing]

Okay.

So, the whole point of wine,

Bill, is sipping it slowly

so you can enjoy it.

- Oh, shit. Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

- So, do you have any
holiday plans this year?

- Hmm. Not really.

Probably just try to
hang out with my kids.

- I didn't know you had kids.

- Mm-hmm. I got two sons.

- Wow.

Two sons.

That's amazing.
- So listen, Bill.

We own Fall River Farms and
there's a bunch of positions

opening up at the plant
and I was thinking

we could get you
started over there

because I know you
could do with more work.

- So adorable.
- What do you think?

- Yeah, I'd appreciate that.

- Thanksgiving is obviously
our busiest time of year

and we're providing to three
new suppliers this year

which is huge for us.
- Huge.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, Bill.

Bill should help with Halloween.

- Oh, okay.

- Yeah, because last year,

we hired this Mexican
company from Rapid and, well,

one of the employees
pooped on our lawn.

- Okay, honey. It
wasn't a Mexican thing.

It was just a bad manners thing.

- No, he was Mexican.

- He just happened
to be Mexican.

That's not why...
I mean, come on.

- We can laugh about it now.

Like I'm laughing,
but at the time,

it really wasn't that funny.

- Look, someone
shat on our lawn,

who happened to
be Mexican, okay?

Anyway, I'd still love to
keep you around the house

doing personal stuff if
you'd be open to, you know,

having two jobs, but we don't
need to get into all that today.

- Oh, my gosh. Who's
this little doggie?

- Oh, that's Beast.
I'm breeding her,

trying to start my own business.

- Beast?

That's an interesting name.

- Yeah. My son named her,

so no rez dogs
would fuck with her.

[laughing]
- I love that.

You really are... You're
just, you're so different.

- He's smart, honey.

Unlike most of the
other guys around here.

- Oh, who is this?

- Someone that's dead to me.

- Oh, sweetie. I'm so sorry.

- No, it's all right.

- No, no, it isn't.

You poor thing.
When did she pass?

- Huh?

- When did she die?

- We just broke up.

- Oh!
[laughing]

I thought she died.

- All right, Bill.
So what did you do?

- Nothing.
- Come on.

You must have done something.
- Nothing.

- Nothing at all, huh?

- See, this is my
new girlfriend.

We also got a kid together.

- Aww.
- Wow.

Well, you want to
hang onto that one,

buy her lots of presents.

Tell her she's always right.

Trust me with this.

Let me tell you something.

If there were no
women in the world,

money would have no meaning.

Matter of fact, Allie,
why don't you take Bill up

to your jewelry box
and give him something

you don't wear anymore
so he can give it to...

What's her name, Bill?
- Echo.

- Ethyl?
- Echo.

- Echo?
- Echo.

- These I got from Alaska.

- Cool.

- But you don't
want these, though.

- Why?
- They have bad juju.

Me and Tim, we almost
got divorced that trip.

We almost get
divorced a lot, but...

Um... I think Echo
would like these.

Dreamcatchers.

- Hmm.

What about those ones?

- Uh... These?

You picked my favorite.

- You just gonna
give them to me?

- Yeah. I'm just gonna
give them to you.

- Wow. Thank you.

- So, anything else?

- No, I'm alright.

- Okay, great.

[knocking on door]

- I got you this.

- Hi.

- I need some place to stay.

- Why?

- My dad kicked me
out of the house.

- Okay.

I got three rules if you're
gonna be staying here with me.

No fighting in the house.

Keep it real with me, and you
gotta go to school every day.

Go ahead and get
comfortable. Pick a shelf.

This is where you're
gonna be staying.

Don't bring no drama
into my tipi, okay?

- Okay.

Thanks.

- Coffee time.
- Thanks.

[indistinct TV]

[knocking on door]

- It ain't him.

[door closing]

[baby cooing]

- Whoa.

- I'm still mad at you.

- I know.

But you love me.

Everything's gonna be
different this time.

[distant dogs barking]

[sighing]

[light switch clicks]

[toilet flushing]

[light switch clicks]

- No, keep it.

Keep it.

You alright?

- Yeah.

[turkeys gobbling]

- So how'd you get the job? Tim?

- Yeah.

- This is one turkey
shed over here,

then there's like, three
or four down that way.

All right, they might be
a little loud, so beware.

- Alright.
- They're crazy, too.

Rowdy. Really rowdy.

Been locked up 24/7.

[turkeys gobbling]

You got asthma?
- No.

- This is the turkey jerky room.

This is the layout.

The snipping.

The weighing.

This is probably where
you will start out.

And then, we have the
packaging back there.

Yeah.

[buzzer]

[cellphone ringing]

- Hello?

- This is a prepaid call from...

- Carly. Pick up
the phone, bitch.

[rap music]

- Sit.

Come on, girl. Sit.

Beast.

Please!

Sit.

[rap music]

[vehicle approaching]

[laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[horn honking]

[clanking]
- Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go!

[door closing]

- Hey, you need to come get
her. She's not feeling great.

- Like how?

Is she okay?

- Yeah, I don't fucking know.

She was like this
when I picked her up.

You just need to
get her out of here.

- That's not good.

Well, fuck. What am
I supposed to do?

- Um, it's up to her.

Whatever she wants.

[dog barking]

- Hey.

Hey!

I think this is it.

[Lakota singing]

[singing continues]

[speaking Lakota]

I don't speak Lakota.

[dog barking]

[pounding on wood panel]

[dog barking]

[sighs]

- Matho.

- We've been looking
all over for you.

- What?

- Bro, I'm sorry
to tell you this.

They found your
dad in the creek.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm finally home.

I gazed upon the Lord's sweet,

smiling face...

And for the first
time in my life...

I knew and felt His grace.

[drums thumping]

[singing in Lakota]

[drum thumping]

[war hooping]

[tires screeching, horn honking]

[war hooping]

[war hooping continues]

[horns honking]

- Can I have a cigarette?

[war hooping continues,
horn honking]

[war hooping]

[horn honking]

[war hooping continues]

[turkeys gobbling]

- Hey, I'm gonna head out.

- Hey, Bill.

Come here. Share
this glass with me.

[door closing]

Goddamn.

[coughs]

- What's up?
[door closing]

- Who the fuck let you out?

- Long time, no see, bitch.

[exhales] Where's my money at?

- Shit.

I don't know where that shit is.

- Well, I heard you got
an expensive new dog

and a fancy job, so you
must have some money.

- Are you mad at me?

- No.

I don't expect much from you.

- Ugh...

- What you mean, "Ugh?"

- Like, "Ugh, why can't
you just be nice to me?"

- You're fucking weird, man.

What's that?

- It's some wine.

- Look at you trying to
act all brand new and shit.

- I just got some
acquired taste.

Oh, I gotta fucking throw up.

[coughing]

- I ain't fucking
playing with you, Bill.

Man, I want my fucking money.

- Bet. Oh...

[door closing]

[sighs]

[Bill vomiting]

[sighs]

- Come on, Bill. Get up.

[sighs]

[door opening]

[laughs]

- What?
- Nothing.

- Hurry up. I gotta go.

- Who gave you
all those hickeys?

[Mama laughs]
- Huh?

Fuck!

Where's Beast?

- I don't know.

- Well, what about Carly?
- I have no clue.

- Oh, my God.

[exhales]

- Fucking idiot.

- Hey, did you guys see my dog?
- No.

[cellphone ringing]

- Hello?

[muffled phone ad-libs]

Yeah, I could do that.

[sighs]

[teacher speaking Lakota]

[sighing]

[students speaking Lakota]

[speaking Lakota]

[students speaking Lakota]

- Stop doing that.

Could I use the bathroom?

[door closing]

[sighs]

Watch the fuck out!

[door slams]

[sighs]

[sighs]

What's up?

- Hey.

Hey, Matho.

Matho!

- Get out of there!

Hustle!

[toilet flushing]

Boy, go on! Get out of here!

- Ah. There you
are! Don't run, now.

Don't run. Relax,
now. Relax. Relax.

Relax, now.

[panting] We'll go
to the office, okay?

Let's find out what
the trouble is.

Relax, now. Okay?

All right, we're gonna go.

[horn honking]

[engine idling]

[rap music playing]

- It's Carly.
Leave me a message.

- You want some turkey jerky?
- No.

- Well, we're going to
have to make a short stop.

- How short?

- Where's Carly at?
- Jail.

They took her back this morning.

- Well, did you see my dog?
- No.

[banging on door]

- What the fuck do you want?

- Motherfucker, my
motherfucking dog!

- I sold your little
bitch ass dog.

- Sold him to who?
- To the only other motherfucker

down here that's dumb enough to sell
fucking poodles on the fucking rez.

- Man, you shouldn't even be
taking people's shit like that.

- You know what? That's
pretty fucking funny

coming from your
little bitch ass, Bill.

You left me in jail to
go buy a fucking dog,

so stay in your little fucked
up lane, alright? Fuck you.

- Ooh.

[tapping on window]

Come on.

[Mason making vocal sounds]

- What are you doing? You
can't drive with him like this.

- Why?

- Because he don't
have a car seat.

[engine starting]
- Yeah, I don't have a car seat.

- Well, then maybe you
shouldn't be driving

with him in the first place.
- Oh, my God.

Listen, I like that you care,

but can you just mind your
damn business for five minutes?

Hey, I need you to watch Mason.
- Where are you going?

- I have to go find
Beast real quick.

- Oh, no, no no. I have to
go to the volleyball game.

- It'll take an hour.
I'll be right back, okay?

I'm sorry.
- Hey, come on, now.

You're such a butthead.
[door closing]

- Has anybody got a taser?

- What the fuck are you
going to do with a taser

if she has a gun?
- Shit, bro. You ever get tased?

That shit hurts worse,
more than a bullet.

[knocking on door]

- Hello?

[rap music playing]

[singing]

[tapping on wall]

Hey, yo.

Where's my dog at?

Yo!

- What?

- I said, where's my dog at?

- I don't fucking know, man.

Why the fuck is everyone
coming at me today for?

- I'm just looking for my dog.

I'm not trying to
come at you, bro.

- Look, if y'all don't know the
fucking poodle business, man,

there's nothing
I can do for you.

So, can you please
get the fuck out?

- Oh, all right.

Chill, bro. I'm gone, alright?

[whispering]: She
had her babies? Yes!

Go. Go get the boys.

[puppies whining]

Goddamn.

[whining continues]

What did you even do?

Help me get these in. Yeah.

Look what you did.

- One, two, three, four, five...

six, seven, eight, nine.

- Shh. Be quiet.

- That's $18,000.
- Shh!

- She's cute.

- Look, it gots waves.

Oh, I missed you.

Where'd you go?

[puppy barking]

- Hello?

[indistinct chatter]

[dog whining]

- Come on, come on.

[amplified]: The Bible
tells us to rejoice in hope,

to be patient in tribulation.

There's a lot of problems
in our country and...

I don't...

God knows that, and so do we.

If we look at creation, and we
look at everything around...

- What the fuck is this?

- They didn't give
you extra pineapple?

- Fuck, I told them.

- Hey, bro. My dad
will go back in there

if they forgot the
extra pineapple

and they'll just put
them on for free.

- Let me have some.
- Alright, man.

- I didn't have none.

- that'll save
you, it'll save me.

It'll save all of us.

- What's up?

Well, why have you been
leaving me on seen?

- Is it true you got
suspended for meth?

- Who said that?
- Thelma.

- Well, nay. That's
not even true.

- What'd you get suspended for?

- Why do you care?

- My mom said I'm not allowed
to hang around you anymore.

- Why?
- Because she don't trust you.

- Well, she don't even know
me. Tell her to invite me over.

- I don't even want to
be with you anymore.

- We're not even together. I
only snagged you that one time.

- Save it, because
you're disgusting.

I ain't trying to
be with someone

who can't even get
through high school.

- Well, fuck you, bitch.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

[shower water running]

[sighs]

[tea kettle whistling]

[country music playing]

[clattering]

- Why are you home from school?

- I think I'm sick.
I don't feel good.

- Hmm.

What kind of sick are you?

- My stomach kind of hurts,
and I have a sore throat.

- What are my rules?

- Don't lie.

- Speak up.

- Don't lie, don't
fight, and go to school.

- They called my house phone.

- I'll work for you for free.

- Excuse me?

- If you let me stay, I'll
work for you for free.

- Okay, listen.
You got in trouble,

and you told me you're
staying with me,

and now you got the whole
school paying attention to me.

You can't work for me at all.

- But they didn't find
anything. I hid it.

[radio]: That was the
Buddy Red Bow track there.

I hope you guys enjoyed that.

- Get out.

- You're listening
to KILI radio...

- Can I eat first?

Fuck.

[rap music playing]

- Yo, I have to get some gas.

- Fuck.

- Bro, what's wrong
with you? You mad at me?

- No, you're too fucking
stupid to get mad at.

[chuckling]
- What do you mean by that?

- You're fucking boring.

You think you're
interesting, and you're not.

Nobody gives a fuck
about your baby mamas

or your fucking
stupid stolen dog.

- Hey, man. Don't
call her stupid.

She's not stupid.
You're stupid.

- Alright. Well, text Tim.
Tell him I'm gonna be late.

- What do you mean, text Tim?
Why don't you just text Tim

if y'all are so close?

- I never said we was close.

- Alright, then. So what
is it that y'all be doing?

What does he do? Does
he pay you or something?

What's the deal?
- That's not your business.

We just fucking kick it.
- You just kick it? Okay.

You know that he has a
lot of girlfriends, right?

- So?

That's not my place.

- Ah, fuck.

- What's wrong?

- She's about to trip.

- What?
- Just stay in the car.

- I swear you're not
playing with a full deck.

- Ah, I'm kilt now.

- Fuck.
- Fuck.

I don't like that
kinda energy, bro.

- You're so fucking stupid.
- What?

- What the fuck?
- Don't trip.

- What do you mean, don't trip?

- Let's go. I'll explain.
- Explain what?

- Beast got stolen.
- What?

- Come on, Beast got stolen.
- Who's in your car, Bill?

- It's a girl from work. I
have to give her a ride home

- What do you mean a ride home?
- It's my job.

- What kind of job requires
you have to give bitches rides?

Why you pushing me like that?
- Come here.

- Move! I gotta fucking go!

- I need you to
calm the fuck down.

- Wow. Look at
your fucking neck!

- Man, you're fucking tripping.

- Why the fuck you got
hickeys on your neck?

- What?
- What?

- What?
- Let's fucking go!

- You're fucking gross!

- Oh, my God.
- Are you taking me, or what?

- Let me take you home.

- What, with your
other fucking bitch?

- Gross. I just met him

a couple hours ago, but okay.
- Shut up!

- Get the fuck away from me.

- Get in the car then.
- Fuck you!

- Don't tell me
what the fuck to do.

- Go!
- You fucking go!

- Go! Damn, you're in the car.

[engine revving]

[thunder rumbling]

[rain pattering]

[thunder rumbling]

[whispering indistinctly]

- This sacrifice,
this ancient spell...

I hope the land
receives it well.

And so beneath
the moons descent,

I hope my loved one
might rise again.

- Wake up, wake up, wake up.

What happened right here?

[puppies whining, Bill groans]

You got bit?
- I did.

[yawns]

[Mason making vocal sounds]

[laughing]

- Matho!

- Yo, bro, I could ask my grandma
if you could spend the night.

- I asked my mom, but
she wasn't into it.

- Bro, I'm good. I'll probably
just stay here for a bit.

- But, bro, it's boarded up.

- Well, I can maybe
go get some stuff,

and go decorate it or something.

- But where are you gonna get
furniture and all that stuff?

- Maybe I'll just
go on the swap.

I only need some
blankets and a TV.

- I could call my auntie and see if she
has an old TV she don't want no more.

- Bro, if you want
to make it look nice,

you could get some plants, too.

- Yeah, and maybe just
like a couch to sit on.

- Yeah, maybe from the
dollar store or somewhere.

- You could also just steal it.

[indistinct
chatter] [laughing]

- It's broken.
- It is.

I gotta get that fixed.

[talking indistinctly]
[groaning]

I shocked you? My bad.

[dog whining]

[door rattling]

Oh, motherfucker.

[knocking on door]

Damn.

Hey.

- Echo!

- You locking me out now?

- What do you want, Bill?

- Beast had her puppies.

- Wow.

- Yo, could I talk
to you for a second?

- About what?
- I was just driving

that girl home, and I
don't even know her name

and I just wanted to tell
you that I'm getting promoted

at work too so I'll have
more money to help you.

- Anything else?
- What are you doing tonight?

- Why?
- Because I want to know.

- So I could watch Mason?

- No.

- I have a fucking kid, Bill.
What else would I be doing?

- Well, let me watch him.
Yeah, let me watch him.

It's Halloween. Go
out and have some fun.

- Don't you have work?
- No.

- Okay. That would help.

Thanks.

- Yeah, you're welcome.

[puppies whining]

You boys okay?

Okay, I'll be back
to check on you guys

every 10 minutes, alright?
- Yeah.

- I'll just be right over there.

Okay?
- Yeah.

- Watch out for your
brother and those puppies.

And you got Beast to
protect you, alright?

All right, I love you.

- Love you.

[chuckles]

[crickets chirping]

[humming]

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You guys look great.

Spooky.
- Thank you. You too.

[door closing]

- I'm Allison.
Bill, you know me.

- Nice to meet you.
- Alright, yep.

- So, you could
help these guys out.

They're catering.
- Um...

I got somebody coming tonight

that I think wants to
buy one of your pups.

- Man, no shit. For real?
- Yeah, man.

- Alright then.

- We have faders, we have all
these Halloween decorations...

- Let's go.

[laughs]

- Bro, let's go.

[door opening]

[door closing]

- What the fuck you
looking at, man?

[door opening]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey Bill, could
you take that for me?

[talking indistinctly]

- Man, you gotta have a mixer.

A chaser.

- It's kinda gross.

[laughing]

[exhales]

[laughing]

[screaming]

- Oh, damn.
[retching]

[laughing]

- There's leftover back there.

- Sell this or drink it?

[talking indistinctly]

- Just drink it.
- Are we gonna sell this

or drink it?
- Drink it.

- Give me that.

[glass shattering]

- Scared me.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Just looking for some
bottles for upstairs.

- Oh, okay. Well, don't
let me interrupt you.

[sighs]

You know, I know about
his little girlfriends.

It's okay. It's not like...

It's not like a thing. We don't
need to talk about it or anything.

- Okay.

- But, like, it's
easier for him now.

Because he has you, who
lives at the rez and...

Before, he was just finding
these girls on Facebook and...

- I don't... I don't
know nothing about that.

- Oh. Well, I do. I
read his messages.

You know, and like...
I really don't get it.

I don't get it. Personally, I
don't really see the appeal,

if you know what I mean.

I don't know if he's got,
like, an Indian fetish

or they're the only
ones that he can con

into having sex
with him. [laughs]

- Like I said, I don't
know anything about that.

- But like, technically...

Technically, you're
like sex trafficking.

And you could go
to jail for that.

And you know, like, you
know that you're not...

You're not any
different from them.

- I think I better
get back to work.

[laughing]

[laughing]

- Let's go. Nobody saw.

- What are we doing?

- My Auntie's not
coming back tonight.

- Where is she?

- They're all gone
for the weekend.

- How do you know
she's not coming back?

- Come on. Get in there.
- Okay.

- What are we gonna get?

- Look for the blue bag.

She keeps all her guns
and meth in there.

- Wait, what are we getting?
- Shh, shut the fuck up.

Just find the blue bag. Let's
get the fuck out of here.

- Here. Yes, yes, yes.

- Hustle.

[breathing heavily]

[door handles clicking]

- This one.
- Yeah!

Let's go.

- Alright, here you go.

[video]: Screwdriver
in the ignition.

- Put it in the ignition.

[video continues
playing indistinctly]

Try turning it into the...

There you go.

[sniffling]

[bang!]
- Ooh!

Holy fuck.

Fucking fruit.

- I know.
- Weirdo.

- Fruits these days.

[dog whimpers]

[rap music playing]

- Swing it!

[tires screech]

Disgusting.

[laughing]

- When you gonna pass it?

- Little Worm... Pass it.

- Pass it back.
- Little Worm.

- Bro, pass the blue
bag to the back.

- Where are we going?
[tires screeching]

- Bro, let's go to Denver
and sell all of this.

- Where is Denver?

[laughing]

- Holy shit!

[vocalizing]

♪ I used to have demons

♪ In my room at night

♪ Desire, despair

♪ Desire

♪ So many monsters

♪ Oh, but now

♪ I don't find myself
bouncing around ♪

♪ Whistling my conscience
to make me cry ♪

♪ No more I love you's ♪

[meowing]

[sighs]

[turkeys gobbling]

[laughs]

- Come on. Talk back
there or something, bro.

It's pretty quiet.

- I'm trying to roll.
- I already know.

[mumbling]

- Let me try some.

- You want some? Alright.

I ain't giving you that much.

[tires screeching]

[crashing, glass shattering]

[owl hooting]

[groaning]

[groans]

[car door closes]

- Fuck.

- Oh, bro. I got
something to my arm.

- Bro, where the
fuck are you going?

- My fucking head...

- What's wrong with him?

- Bro, we gotta go.

- Man, you're
fucking scaring me.

Bro, I mean it,
bro. We gotta go.

- Then fucking leave!
- Let's go. We gotta go.

Bro, we ain't taking
responsibility for that.

Let's go.

- Someone grab that blue bag.

[background music playing]

[groaning]

- Oh.

Thanks, Bill.

This one's for me, and
this one's for you guys.

Drive safe, alright?

- What about that guy?

- What guy?

- That guy that you
said would buy that dog?

- Oh. Well, I know
Luis here doesn't...

He doesn't want a dog,
because he's allergic to dogs.

Isn't that right? Yeah.

Hot Dog, you want a dog?
- What kind of dog is it?

- It's a poodle.
- Absolutely not.

[laughing]

- Uh...
[chuckling]

Cynthia, devil woman,
you want a poodle?

- No.
- No?

- Omar, do you want a poodle?

- No, man. I
already got a dog.

[Tim chuckles]

- All right.

Well... I guess nobody
wants a poodle, Bill.

- Mm-hmm.

- Where did that
kid get a poodle?

- Oh, shit.

- Yo, what the fuck, bro?

- What are you guys doing?

What are you doing
out of the car, son?

- I needed to go
to the bathroom.

- Poor guy. Are you all right?

Shit, I'm sorry.

Where's my dog?

Did you see where she went?

- I can't see shit.

- Are you okay?

[crying] Aw, don't cry.

Hold on. Hang on. Hang on.
- What's going on, bud?

Quit crying.

[crying]

- Aw, little guy.

- Where the fuck is she?

- Fuck, man. It's
cold as fuck.

- Can you guys see her?
- No, bro.

Where the fuck's she at, man?

- Beast!
- Beast!

- Beast! Beast!
[turkeys gobbling]

- What was that?

Holy shit. Holy shit.
- Bro, bro, bro, bro, bro!

[gunshot]

[dog howling]

[gunshot]

- Holy fuck, man.
- Oh, my God.

[turkeys gobbling]

- Bill!

What the fuck happened?

- Yo, he shot my homie's dog.

Man, that's some
fucking bullshit.

- Okay, you need to calm
down right fucking now

or I'll call the police.

[distorted shouting]

- You killed my homie's
dog over a fucking turkey!

- Why are you in my face?

- Why the fuck are you
in my fucking face?!

Don't you put your hands on me.

- Whoa.

[gunshot]

[sighs]

[Kenton crying]

- Go home, Bill.

[boy crying]

[Kenton crying]

[crying continues]

- I don't think I could
take care of these...

- Shay.

- And maybe you
should keep them.

[puppies whining]

And I'm really sorry.

Well, I guess I'll
see you around.

[Buffalo grunting]

[Buffalo grunting]

[owl hooting]

[dog barking]

[♪♪]

[dog howls]

[indistinct talking]

[dog barking]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[water running]

- What are you doing?

Are you okay?

You got a name?

Are you hungry?

What do you want, pancakes?

A sandwich?

- I want a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich.

- Alright. Well, go sit
down. I'll make it for you.

[refrigerator opens]

[refrigerator closes]

[dishes clattering]

Do you like coffee?

Well, you will
whenever you grow up.

[distant phone ringing]

- Who's calling, please?

- What's up?
- What's up?

- Sit down.

[sighing]

- I was wondering if you
could pay out my wages for me.

- Uh-huh. Okay. Um...

Your dog killed
one of the turkeys,

contaminated my personal pen

and you punched my
cousin in the face.

- Yeah, but I worked
them two weeks

and I didn't get paid for it,

so I'm just asking
for what you owe.

- Okay.

You get me 45 turkeys,

and then we can talk about
your pay. How's that?

- She didn't even do
shit to 45 turkeys.

She killed one, but
it was on accident,

and where the fuck am I
gonna get 45 turkeys from?

- I don't know.

You could always
try getting a job.

Or you could steal them.

Or you could do a
fucking rain dance.

- You fucking killed my dog.

I worked them days,
I chopped your wood,

I cleaned your fucking closet,

I took them bitches
everywhere for you.

- Alright, are you done?
- I don't fucking know.

Are you gonna pay me?

- I'm not gonna pay you
because you fucked up.

So I think that you
should probably go now.

And we'll leave it at that.

[candy clattering]

[engines rumbling]

[♪ Come and Get Your
Love by Redbone]

- Over here.

- Hey.

- Ooh, yeah.

[power tool whirring]

[turkeys gobbling]

- Let's go! Hurry up!

[turkeys gobbling]

[dog barking]

[dogs barking]

- Oh, my God!

[♪ Come and Get Your
Love by Redbone playing]

[puppy whining, baby cooing]

[Bill yawns]

[radio deejay
speaking indistinctly]

[turkey chirping]

[♪ Until It's Time For You To
Go ♪ by Buffy Sainte-Marie]