Americana (2023) Movie Script
1
What The fuck you wearing?
Ceremonial headband.
Why are you wearing a ceremonial headband?
I'm the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,
the great Lakota War Chief.
I returned to your world to lead my band
warriors into battle once again.
Man, cut that shit out!
It's offensive!
I did it!
I fucking did it!
Grab your shit!
I got his keys, I got his cell,
we gotta go!
You listening to me?
We gotta go!
Hey, listen, we gotta scrape him before
somebody calls in the sheriff.
Listen to me, I just smashed that son of a
bitch's head in, alright?
Let's go!
I can't go.
My people need me.
I am your people and I'm not.
Come on.
Calvin, listen to me.
This is not one of your cowboy movies,
Calvin!
This is real life!
Get in the car!
Hey, hey!
Jesus!
Okay, I hear you.
Put that down.
Calvin, I am begging you.
Please do not make me leave you here.
Get in the car!
I am the reincarnation of Sinning Book.
Yeah, I know what you are.
You don't have to get out of here.
Listen, I'm going home.
Home, home.
Real home, okay?
Go to the Whitley's house.
Stay there with them.
They'll take care of you.
Probably better than I can, honestly.
I have a plan.
If everything goes the way it's supposed
to, I'm going to get us out of here.
For real, I promise.
My home is here.
In the great spirit.
What the fuck am I supposed to say to
that?
Yeah.
Go to the Whitley's house!
Fuck!
Where is she?
Hey, shit for brains!
I said not...
Yeah.
Well, there's no strong wind in the one
that blows down an old, some railroad line.
No prettier sight than looking back at a
town you left behind.
But there's nothing that's as real as the
love that's in my mind.
Close your eyes, I'll be here in the
morning.
I know my life isn't exciting.
I know I'm not too exciting either.
I don't have a fancy job.
I don't drive a fancy car.
Not a part of any kind of country club.
But I have a nice house.
A strong back.
And a heart full of love to give.
The world is so full of bad things.
It's...
It's frightening.
Especially if you're alone.
No one should be alone.
People may... People ought to...
Oh, gosh.
Happy.
People should be happy.
I think I can make you happy.
And that's why I want you to be my happy
wife.
And for me to be your happy husband.
For any gable?
Did you marry me?
How was it?
What do you think?
I think it sounds... nice.
You think I should ask her today?
Well, it's not really for me to say.
Oh, sure it is.
I'm just a waitress.
I don't really know you.
Lefty-leb better.
I'm sure you do.
I come in here every day.
You know how I like my eggs?
How I like my coffee?
My girlfriend doesn't even know that.
How long have you been together?
About two weeks.
We're having lunch today.
I was thinking of asking her to marry me
after dessert.
I hope it goes well.
Maybe you should work a little more on
memorizing.
You don't have to use the index codes.
Good idea.
Good thinking.
I know my life isn't exciting.
I know I'm not too exciting in you.
I don't have a fancy job.
I don't drive a fancy car.
But I have a nice house.
A strong back.
And a heart full of love to give.
The world is so full of bad things.
It's frightening.
Especially if you're alone.
No one should be alone.
People should be happy.
I think I can make you happy.
That's why I want you to be my happy wife.
And for me to be your happy husband.
Brittany Gable?
You marry me?
What?
This is like our third date.
Fourth.
But we all sign lunch, that's easy.
Don't you love me?
Alright, Brittany.
Good afternoon.
Don't you?
No.
I mean you're cute.
And you're nice.
But I don't really even know you yet.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Let me take you home.
I'll get you back.
No, that's okay.
I'll call a friend.
No, you don't...
Brittany, please.
Just how often do you do this?
Not that often.
How many times this year?
Counting you?
Yes, counting me.
How many women have you asked to marry you
this year?
Three.
Wait, sorry.
Four, just now.
I don't think we should see each other
again.
Yeah, that is four.
Four more?
Thank you.
Hey, has he seen me?
No, I don't think so.
Thank God, this little bitch would write
me out.
I don't have permission to be out of the
house right now.
I think he's leaving.
He's leaving.
He's leaving.
You can take the door out back to the
kitchen if you want.
You're all sweet.
Thank you.
Hello, darling?
Are you a member or a guest?
Let's say she's my guest, so...
Can we have two beers on my tap?
Yes, that's okay with you.
Sure.
It is.
Yes.
All right then.
How'd the proposal go?
Great.
Wait.
Shouldn't you use your other hand?
What?
What are your names?
Lefty.
It's my birth name.
Lefty gave her a letter.
I'm a birth certificate.
But you're right.
And?
Uh-huh.
Always have been.
Yeah.
It was poor Uncle Emery.
You don't seem drunk.
I'm not.
Brain injury.
I was driving a transport outside Cabell.
I hit an IED.
It was 300 hours.
Here.
I'm going.
You can feel a scar.
I don't mind.
Okay, I guess.
That's a big scar.
Yeah, it's noticeable.
I had to split my head open to get inside.
If I can serve myself lucky, you know.
I didn't find anything.
Yeah, that's a joke.
You have a nice laugh.
Thank you.
I like your voice too.
Thank you.
No, you don't.
No one wants to hear my scammer.
Well, I like it.
I don't mind it, at least.
If you didn't speak that way, I don't
think you'd give me the time of day.
That's a big scar, honestly.
I have to be honest.
I've never been much of a...
I've never been much of a deep thinker.
Even before the accident.
All of them says he can't even tell a
difference.
Deep thinkings overrated.
I think deep shit all the time looked
where it's gotten me.
You just swore.
You said a curse word.
I'm off the... claw.
I can say whatever the fuck I want.
All right.
May I buy you another round?
Yes, you may.
All right.
Hey, Vim, how about some.
..
Well, look what the kid dragged in.
Do you have any idea what time it is?
I was trying to put quiet...
I don't want to hear it.
I'm trying to sleep.
Um...
Sorry?
I can get you sorry I said that.
Someone's got to work in the morning.
One more day until the weekend,
Frenchie.
You see, it might rain.
Of course, there's a lot of things out
there.
I got you.
Hey, Jim?
No?
I thought I could use a little more
sunlight.
Well, hi there.
Hello?
Do you have a minute?
You sure I do?
Yes.
Okay, good, good.
I got really done my idea.
I'd like to run by you.
Sure.
I think something's going to go down at
the darn hour.
You're late.
Actually, I'm not.
It's 8.59.
We should have done this in private.
Sorry, pal.
I think I'm stupid enough to meet you at a
private location.
And we ordered you?
No, we're waiting for you.
Which doesn't mean I'm late.
Can I get you a cup of tea?
I guess I'll take a BLT and bring it to
the coop.
And, uh, how about you, too?
Maybe you should come back in a minute.
I think they're having a staring contest.
Oh, the cheeseburger well done side of
fries or whatever's good on tap.
And you?
How are we eating?
I guess I'm not late after all.
Look, if you want to turn
this into some kind of Pat
Garrett and Billy the Kid
type situation, please do so.
Well, because I've been wanting to do that
pretty much my entire fucking life.
I'll have a cob salad
with balsamic vinegar
on the side and just
a nice water to drink.
I'm trying to watch my girlish figure.
And how about you, hon?
I'll have the cob salad with balsamic
vinegar on the side.
Perfect.
Now,
there's nothing too flashy.
What is it?
I was getting to that.
Jesus.
It's an old Indian shirt that's fallen
onto the black market.
And like I said, it's nothing too flashy,
but all things even.
I would prefer it to be
in the hands of someone
such as myself who
could actually appreciate it.
Right now it's a private collection and
the owner claims it's not for sale,
but someone would make an effort to
liberate that garment.
I wouldn't pay six grand flat rate,
straight cash, and one time offer.
What do you want?
Why would you think you're in any position
to ask that?
Okay, fair enough.
May I gently inquire as to how much it's
worth?
It's worth enough to pay
you six grand to bring it to me,
but not so much I can't pay
any other local bargain pushed.
Okay.
Ten grand.
Don't come on.
He wants pros.
He can pay pro-rapes.
Ten.
You better be as good as Kit Blanchard
says.
The body owns better.
All right.
Ten it is.
Congratulations.
Be right back.
All right.
Thank you, sir.
My current owner's name is Pampleton
Duvall.
He likes to spend
his weekends hosting
high-culture dinner
parties deep into the night.
So guests, but no alarm.
Thank you.
Can I handle that?
Take a wild guess.
Excuse me.
Shit, I gotta get this.
Give me one second, gentlemen.
Hello.
Hey.
Is that a living room?
No.
Sorry.
Order up.
Hey, good timing, Ombre.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, well, um... I should
have the ghost shirt.
You know, after this weekend?
Yeah.
Well, but, you know, if you're gonna want
me to hold you in first position,
I'm gonna need some kind of guarantee.
Gotta be honest with you, you're not the
only interested party here.
With the ghost shirt being what it is and
me being who I am, you're gonna need to
present you with a nice, juicy number
right about fucking now.
I'm thinking how a million dollars sounds
like a fucking piece.
Uh-huh.
Congratulations, my friend.
You're currently in first position.
I'll let you know when and where to make a
decision.
Half a million dollars are really...
That's what the man said.
That... just that... that...
You know, I'm just... I'm gonna
give us the hard fact, you know?
What are you gonna do with them?
Money won't get it.
Yeah, I don't really need them.
You should be scared.
Oh, you don't have to do that.
I got everything I need, really.
Good food, good beer, good company,
you know.
I...
Bet they have all that in Nashville.
Nashville?
Once we get the artifact,
I'm gonna sell it for
the big box and go there
to think professionally.
Think...
I didn't know you were sooner.
Nobody does.
I'm a hidden... gym.
What kind of songs do you sing?
Hm?
Jaten songs, drinking songs, partying
songs.
Do you sing country music?
Music is there.
Wow.
Could you sing one of your songs for me?
Uh...
No, I...
I'm too nervous to sing in front of you.
Then how are you gonna sing
professionally?
We'll cross that bridge and we'll get
there.
Do you, uh... do you write
any of your own songs?
Um... Mm-hmm.
I'll...
four or three of them.
That's a whole lot.
Yeah, but I... I think only
about four of them are any good.
I also... know all the
songs of my heroes.
Yeah, who was they?
Dolly Parton.
Loretta Lynn.
Tam... Jeff Tucker.
Tammy Weimet.
Dolly Parton.
And we flew.
You said Dolly Parton twice.
God damn right I did.
I don't know why anybody could...
live in this world without music.
Hey, you know what?
I've heard that Nashville's a real nice
city.
But do you know
how... do you suck?
Oh, no.
No, I'm afraid I don't.
How about you?
I don't really know.
Really.
But if I go to Nashville, I don't learn.
How do you expect me to do that?
After every bad election or bit of mass
violence, you will always hear someone
clutch their pearls and say, that's it,
I'm moving to Canada.
And they should go back to Canada,
because it's a mecca for pedants and boars.
But it does beg the question, why does
America, with all this violence and
toxicity and problematic
history, produce more
artistic geniuses than
any other fucking country?
Well, maybe it's not that they
create... Thanks, mumbles.
I'll tell you why.
It's because what Americans imagine takes
precedence over what is real.
We reside in the possible.
The possible is our birthright.
We are born into the possible.
Look, take the newest addition to my
humble little collection here.
The Lakota Indian Ghost Shirt.
Hello, a fucking ghost shirt.
A cricket?
The fuck... Okay, okay, okay.
Once upon a time, the
Lakota Indian controlled all
of this land that we are
currently on right now.
I mean, every fucking inch of it.
Until one day, the one little raggedy
prospector finds gold in them thar black
hills and, well, long story
short, things turn a bit
genocidal, so the Lakota
lose the rest of their land.
All their bison is gone.
They lose their independence.
The government tears up all
their fucking treaties because
of the gold, and the Lakota
are left with fucking nothing.
I mean, they are bereft, yo.
In that vacuum, a new religion starts to
spread through Indian territory.
It takes hold.
It's a religion based on one simple idea.
That Jesus Christ...
Oh, he's a little pissed off.
And he's coming back.
But the Lakota...
They didn't just think that Jesus Christ
was coming back.
No.
They thought that Jesus Christ
was coming back on a mission
to remove the white man
from this, their sacred man.
And...
what would keep them safe?
During this war to end all wars.
The ghost shirt.
Didn't they think these shirts would stop
the white man's bullets?
Yes, indeed.
They did.
And for the Lakota, believing that they
were invincible was, of course,
the next best thing to actually be
invincible.
Feel free to look closely.
You should see this in the morning.
Oh, shit!
Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I'm going to assume you possess the
capacity to reason.
As it stands, I have a great deal of
money.
They're four.
They're four.
I propose we talk.
It's just a fabric shirt.
Wait, how much are they paying you?
$200,300.
I can top that.
Ten grand?
It's worth two ways.
Ten grand?
What the fuck?
Jesus, what the fuck?
I regret to have farmed you, my bandit
friend.
And you're being screwed.
A big, veiny cock in your ass.
That bitch was nimble, man.
So that's it, huh?
Nice.
Dude, I'm planning on walking around with
the murder weapon.
Go start the car.
Yo, Dee, see her?
Start the car!
Hey.
Just how much is that fucking thing worth?
Yeah.
Whose ass is getting fucked now?
Give me a sip of coffee.
That was just something I hate.
First we got a house full of innocent
people.
Now we're driving around with a goddamn
Indian burial ground in Trump.
This is bad, man.
This is so bad.
Fucking hell.
Hey.
Pack your shit, we're leaving the state.
Pack my shit, why?
I'm like three, maybe just four hours
away.
I'll tell you more when I get there.
But let's just say your
life's going to be all rose
petals and scented candles
from this day forward.
I hate scented candles.
Then no candles!
Jesus!
Fuck, Mandy!
Just shut your hole and get the packing,
okay?
Okay?
Are you packed?
For what?
Of course, absolutely.
For what?
You like Indian shit, right?
Okay.
Check it out.
What the fuck, Mandy?
I told you we had to leave the state.
You leave the state, I'm going to have to
sleep.
God damn it!
I got like a million dollar artifact in
the trunk of my car.
Mm-hmm.
Mandy, we gotta leave like right fucking
now!
No, I'm tired.
Fuck!
Sometimes I wish I was queer, you know
that?
And I wouldn't have to put up with a dumb
fucking bra just to get my nut off.
I mean, what is it exactly?
Biology?
Psychology?
Does just having a fetid fucking gash
between your legs automatically render you
incapable of rational thought?
I have a plan.
If everything goes the way it's supposed
to, I'm going to get us out of here.
For real, I promise.
My home is here.
In the great spirit.
I think I know who that is.
I am the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,
the great Lakota War Chief.
I cry from the bottom.
I'm still at the bottom.
I'm happy.
Im chief
Sounds like somebody's been watching too
many cowboy union movies.
I have traveled through centuries of
death, only to discover that you have
abandoned the customs, the culture,
the weapons of our people.
Way too many.
Yo Hank, what the fuck, man?
I'm gonna snoop around.
The kid says he's sitting bull.
Believe that?
Sitting bull.
Okay.
Weird white kid.
Noted.
That weird white kid was in the same
trailer as Dylan McIntosh.
Where the ghost show was stolen last
night.
Yeah, so the dogs took out a house full of
bougie cunts, good riddance,
motherfucker's shit.
Well, where it is.
Big Fun Davis found and stabbed it this
morning.
Some empty quarry.
Halfway between there and here.
And you think those two stole the shirt?
I did see him at the diner the other day
talking with Roy Lee Dean.
The Colonial's black market artifacts
stealing motherfucker.
Roy Lee Dean.
Stolen ghost shirt.
Big Fun Dave murder.
Now baby Billy Jack's wanting to run the
res.
Maybe he knows something.
Men make their own history, but they do
not make it as it please.
Friends, fanning, right?
Or is it that easy guy you like so much?
Dude, you gotta do your reason.
That is Carl motherfucking Marx.
Come on.
See the little shit knows some shit.
Okay kid.
We know you live with Dylan McIntosh.
What's he been up to?
You're in the Indians, right?
Well, you got the real motherfucking deal
right here in front of you.
He's Hank.
I'm Ghost Eye.
Let's talk.
Ghost Eye.
Is that your spirit name?
No.
Were you given it after a special deed or
a vision?
No, I made it up.
You want?
Look, my birth name's Alvin Jordan.
Ghost Eye's like my
favorite movie and Ghost
Face Kill is up there
in terms of rappers.
Ghost?
Dog?
Yeah.
The Force Whitaker.
A lot of black gang being your assassin
dudes is actually Samurai.
Rizzo did the soundtrack.
Gary Farmer's got a cool cameo.
Check it out.
It's great.
Let me guess.
You got questions about TB's and peace
pipes and shit like that?
I can speak with you, Hank.
You still seem to know the old ways.
Hey, do you pull this red-faced miserable
shit on the wrong guy on here?
You're going to end up with a tactical
tomahawk in the middle of your forehead.
So be it.
This vessel can be discarded for another.
This vessel can be discarded for another?
What the fuck is that?
Huh?
Is that how you think we talk?
It does not take much words to speak the
truth.
Many.
The quote is, it does not take many words.
And actually, sometimes it does.
So have you seen Dylan today or what?
Yes, I have.
Yeah?
Good.
Do you have them in Old Indian shirt with
them?
Yes.
No shit.
Is it still at your house?
No.
The white woman has it.
What white woman?
Your mom?
Your sister who?
My family resides in the Great Spirit.
They are free of this wretched earth.
Come on, kid.
Holy shit.
Look, I get it.
My childhood was a shit show too.
I used to pretend I was Jimmy Super Flash.
Look, it tells like 13 years old.
So the trauma, the transference,
I get that.
But you gotta cut this motherfucking shit
out.
This ain't exactly the golden age of
cultural appropriation right now.
Do you feel me?
I remember more horses in my dad's head.
Motherfucker.
Ah, it's just as well.
All this modern technology and political
retake.
Shit, I bet you City Bowl
wouldn't even be able to
lead its people to the ghost
shirt these days anyway.
Of course he would.
Oh yeah?
So where is it?
The white woman says she was returning to
her father's house in Wyoming.
In her words, the man of great cruelty and
violence.
They assume the ghost shirt is with her.
Hi Daddy, it's me, Amanda.
Look, I really need your help.
So if you promise not to shoot me on
sight, I think I'm gonna come home.
It's been a while.
Same plan.
Alright, time to go.
Beautiful day today.
Still, they say it by rain.
Yeah.
Any big weekend plans?
Hey buddy, today is not the fucking day.
I'm really... Do you
have your facts?
I thought you were sweet.
Do you have it?
Maybe?
Give it to me.
No.
Give me that.
Do it.
Give it to me.
Fuck you.
Shoot me.
Fuck, she gone.
You know, driving up here, I was a little
afraid the boys wouldn't know who I was,
but I suppose they
can still recognize my
traditional feminine
virtues after all these years.
I see you still haven't lost your sense of
humor.
Okay, alright.
You win.
You were right.
No, I was wrong.
Father knows best.
The world is corrupt.
And I never should have left.
All of it.
Hello, Amanda.
Your mother and sisters are inside.
House rules still apply.
You're welcome to enter if you're willing
to abide.
Okay.
Thank you, sir.
She must have went down there.
Alright.
I had a...
There are children.
You did the right thing.
You stay here.
Where are you going?
You should wait in the truck.
Keep your gun closed.
No, I don't think we should do this.
That artifact is worth a lot of money.
I know, but...
Well, you need the money to go to
Nashville.
You need to show the world what you can
do.
Yeah, but there's other ways.
I can guess.
I can just...
Job, I can... Are you any good?
Uh... Thank you.
I don't know.
Yes, you do.
Yeah.
I'm pretty fucking good.
How do you go?
I can't believe you came back.
Yeah, well, it's just for a night.
I don't get my ass out of here again.
So, where have you been all these years?
Oklahoma, New Jersey, South Dakota...
Paradise.
So, if you're going to leave again, are
you going to take us with you this time?
Abby, I can't even take care of myself.
I'm sorry.
Don't forget to wash off your makeup.
House rules.
You know how father gets.
Is he dead?
Dylan?
Yeah, he's pretty fucking dead.
Look, I didn't mean to kill him.
Look, lady, I don't give a shit,
all right?
As a matter of fact, I don't give a shit
who you are, why you did it.
All I want is the hard
effect, and I'm willing
to pay a very generous
amount of money for it.
How generous?
$100,000 in cash, final offer.
Fuck, okay.
How do we do it?
How do you think we do it?
I give you the money.
You give me the shirt.
Has it been damaged?
I don't think so.
You alone?
Yeah.
Should I put my location for you?
What an inspired idea.
Yeah, that'd be great.
Okay, you should be getting it right now.
Are you going to be calling from this
number, or should I expect?
Okay.
Some say I got the boat.
Some say I got danger.
But I'm in trouble.
I don't think I'm in danger.
Don't think I'm in danger.
No, I know I'm not in danger.
Some have tried to sell me all kinds of
things to save me from hurting my good baby.
Something like gold.
Bright life.
That I've seen.
All they've tried before.
All part in your dreams.
And though I'd like to tell it.
Exactly how I feel it.
Somehow I'll lose it.
I do not conceal.
I do not conceal.
I still don't get out of things.
That I have seen.
Can be hidden.
Some say I've got the boat.
Some say I got angel.
But I'm just this girl in trouble.
I don't think I'm in danger.
No, I'm not in danger.
I don't know the way out.
Stay down.
Stay quiet.
Trust me on this.
And now we have two chests to trade.
I'm home.
I miss you.
Where's Calliope?
How are you feeling, son?
I'm fine.
I'm just... I'm fine.
You are a guest in an unfamiliar home with
unfamiliar customs.
A certain discomfort is understandable.
Yeah, sure.
I guess that's it.
At first.
Though eventually a host can't help but
take offense.
If that discomfort doesn't eventually
subside.
Oh.
I'm sorry, sir.
Amanda.
Yes, sir?
Please help our guest relax.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Adam was formed first, then Eve.
But it was Eve, not Adam, who was first
led into sin.
So it follows that Eve's role now is to
support Adam.
Please uncover him.
In reparation.
Sir, we found some jokers snooping around
the woods.
So, where are you?
Federal agent?
No, sir.
My pickup broke down out on the road.
Or just some kind of pervert.
I just was going to ask for some help with
my engine.
I remember he was creeping around the
woods.
You know what?
Son, were you going to ask a bear?
No, sir.
What's that?
That was funny.
Was kind of funny, wasn't it?
Son, were you going to ask a bear?
Who says I can't be funny, huh?
Not me, sir.
You need to know where I am.
Son, were you going to ask a bear?
Everyone, listen.
Son, were you going to ask a bear?
What the fuck is he doing here?
Dad, this son of a bitch just tried
robbing me at gunpoint.
My daughter and I may have our
differences.
But I will not tolerate anyone threatening
the sanctity of her life.
What the fuck?
They must want our women.
No, man.
They want the fucking shirt.
What shirt?
The fucking doll.
I stole this old Indian shirt.
And I came here for protection and they
must have found out.
So we're going to get these guns out of
what?
We need everybody armed, show force.
Okay, that's the only way we're going to
scare them away.
Excuse me, armed the women?
I don't think so.
Mom,
give me the keys, please.
Don't you do it.
There's no shooting at us.
Fuck you.
I don't think so, sweetheart.
Not on my watch.
Go!
Go!
Hurry!
What do you think you're doing?
What the fuck are you doing?
How do you commit it?
Oh, fuck off!
Oh, shoot it!
It won't shoot!
Oh, fuck off!
It won't shoot!
It won't shoot!
I'm just cleaning this thing.
What's going on?
Oh, look!
I'm out of your arms.
Hey, open up!
I'm just that son of a bitch's stepson.
I didn't want to come to this fucked up
little house on the prairie.
Whatever this is.
Open the goddamn door!
Oh, God!
Help me!
Let me see him now.
Good girl.
Clivey?
Amanda?
Let's all get out of here this time.
Okay?
My name's Henry Alton Jordan.
But I asked for the ghost eye.
Born and raised in prison to war camp
number 334.
I'm the leader of the Red Thugger Society.
The People's Army
devoted to maintaining our
traditions and the restoration
of our proper domain.
Of people's what?
Of what?
Jesus, lady.
You know the American Indian movement,
the Black Panthers?
No.
Well, we're like that.
For you to fight her.
Grilla warriors.
Not to be fucked with.
Who are you?
My name is Amanda Bethany Starr.
But I answered Amanda.
And right now I'm apparently in the middle
of a goddamn murder spree.
So I'm not to be fucked with either.
What do you want?
The ghost shirt.
So what is it?
Stars.
The symbol of our history and our
independence.
The songs of our tribe.
Yeah, well, I guess we've all got our
problems.
Besides, that thing's supposed to be worth
a lot of money.
I'm not just gonna hand it over.
Then you want to work out some kind of
deal?
We can try.
You said it.
Hey.
We
Got some little brother.
What brother?
I don't have a little brother.
He's my son, Cal.
And he has absolutely nothing to do with
it.
You try telling him that.
He says he's the reincarnation of Sitting
Bowl.
In fact, he promised to lead us,
his people, to the ghost shirt.
You know, I was pretty skeptical myself.
But I gotta say, so far, so good.
Look, man, there's a guy on his way here
right now who wants to buy your precious
ghost shirt, okay?
His name is Roy Lee Dean.
You take care of him, and don't fucking
get me with a shirt, okay?
Let me and my family keep the bastard's
money.
We're in win and we all get the fuck out
of dodge.
All right, you got yourself a deal.
Good.
Now send in the boy, and we'll all wait
patiently for Mr. Fuckface to arrive.
No way.
Hold on to the kid.
You trying to cross us?
He's a goner.
You got that?
Yeah, I got that.
But if you so much
as put a scratch on my
son's arm, I'll stab
you in the fucking heart.
You got that?
Yeah.
I catch a general address.
A son?
Who's the father?
I don't know, Mom.
Do you remember the
name of every single asshole
who paid that off to spend
an hour behind the door?
So, how have things been here?
Better now.
Mom.
As I walked out in the streets of the
radio As I walked out in the radio one day
I spied aboard my boy Raptor in my living
Raptor in my living As gold as the clay I
see by your outfit That you are These
words he did say as I hold Step by,
come sit down Beside me And hear my sad
story I was shot in the breast And I know
I must die Oh, be the drum's coach
Someone's coming
Play the dead care of me I
hope they spelled my name right in the
papers.
Alright, I'm here.
Try and make this quick and easy,
okay?
You alone?
Indeed I am.
About you.
Fuck yeah, of course.
What's with these poor dead ombre's on
your front porch?
Little bit of family drama.
You got that money?
I got 50 grand right here in the other 50s
in the trunk when we make the exchange.
You got that gold shirt?
Yeah, bring me all the cash and I'll show
you right where it is.
I don't know.
That's got me assuming a lot of risk.
Let's not overthink a happy situation.
Oh, one of these poor dead ombre's?
He ain't that dead.
He only should be.
How about this?
Just bring me that pretty little Indian
shirt.
He'll be $100,000 richer.
Yeah, how the fuck do I know you won't
shoot me, too?
Lady, take a look at my car.
Come look at these custom-made snakeskin
boots in this vintage 19th century bell
buckle gifted to me by Mr. Wilford Brimley
himself.
Okay, so?
So, I'm the region's most respected dealer
in high-end western artifacts in the
goddamn walking talk and embodiment of the
cowboy coat.
Meaning, my word is my bond.
Just as a FYI, the dead body here is still
crawling away.
Okay, then shoot the fucking bastard!
Yeah?
Happy to.
I'm doing you a favor, man.
Ah!
It's amazing.
How did you get out?
Very slowly, very carefully.
Look outside.
Whoa.
Remember, it's just simply a business
transaction.
There's no need to get emotional.
Everyone just stay calm.
I bet you leave all the
cash on the ground, get back
in the car, and then
calmly drive the fuck away.
That wasn't our deal!
Yeah, now there was an armed gunman hiding
in your fucking trunk.
Fuck.
All right, look.
I'm willing to go up to $150,000.
And you all split it up however you like.
Not everything's for sale, you capitalist
fuck.
You're our number, man.
Leave the money and drive away while you
still can.
We've got to think on at least one side.
The Crosse or the Indian.
It's Native Americans, Reggie Dale.
Stop distracting them.
I'm trying to negotiate.
What exactly?
What leverage, Mr. Businessman?
Oh, man.
Can't believe it.
Damn, she's actually right.
Fuck the alcohol, boy.
Oh!
I'm the reincarnation of Siddharth,
the great Dakota War Chief.
Mm-hmm.
I've returned.
Mm-hmm.
It's an honor to...
meet you.
Do you need help bringing the grocery back
to your people?
Yes, please.
Wherever you are, I know you're still out
there.
Unless you're too chicken shit to stand
your ground.
Let's have it out, right now.
Fuck.
Don't wonder who you are.
The fucking waitress is here?
Big gun down, huh?
Fuck you.
You're
not good until you're mother, okay?
I want to be a really do.
My mother died many, many years ago.
Yeah.
I guess she did.
Get him out of here, please.
Get him somewhere safe.
I'll be right back.
Who are you?
The re-incarnation of Siddharth.
Who are you?
Lefty-Leb butter.
I'm actually right handed.
Are you sure about this?
I've returned the ghost shirt back to my
people.
They'll recognize who I am now.
Don't be sad.
I'm home.
I'm home.
You need a doctor?
No.
Don't look too good.
I know I don't have a very exciting mind.
I know I'm not too exciting either.
I don't drive a fancy car.
I don't have a fancy job.
I'm not a part of anybody's country.
I do have a nice house.
A strong back.
A heart full of love to give.
The world is so full of bad things.
It's frightening.
Especially if you're alone.
People shouldn't be alone.
People.
People shouldn't be happy.
I think I can make you happy.
That's why I want you to be my happy wife.
I want you to be my happy husband.
The green.
The inch.
Pop.
Penny.
Jump.
Pop.
The green.
Let's see.
There we go.
People live.
When the ship rolled in.
Explain.
All the years.
They had traveled in search of him.
Now I've seen the journey.
Explain.
One more night.
This hometown blurb.
One more night.
In this ancient sky.
Take the time.
To call the world.
Like space that trembles.
Here's the construction.
They saw.
They're high.
Growing heavy.
They sell him.
Outside an old floor.
Home.
This home and the world.
This ancient sky.
I've been waiting for.
Good morning.
But I see a brand new day.
Good morning.
I've been looking for.
The sunshine.
You know I've seen it.
In so long.
Everything's gonna look.
Just fine.
Everything's gonna be all right.
It's been all right.
What The fuck you wearing?
Ceremonial headband.
Why are you wearing a ceremonial headband?
I'm the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,
the great Lakota War Chief.
I returned to your world to lead my band
warriors into battle once again.
Man, cut that shit out!
It's offensive!
I did it!
I fucking did it!
Grab your shit!
I got his keys, I got his cell,
we gotta go!
You listening to me?
We gotta go!
Hey, listen, we gotta scrape him before
somebody calls in the sheriff.
Listen to me, I just smashed that son of a
bitch's head in, alright?
Let's go!
I can't go.
My people need me.
I am your people and I'm not.
Come on.
Calvin, listen to me.
This is not one of your cowboy movies,
Calvin!
This is real life!
Get in the car!
Hey, hey!
Jesus!
Okay, I hear you.
Put that down.
Calvin, I am begging you.
Please do not make me leave you here.
Get in the car!
I am the reincarnation of Sinning Book.
Yeah, I know what you are.
You don't have to get out of here.
Listen, I'm going home.
Home, home.
Real home, okay?
Go to the Whitley's house.
Stay there with them.
They'll take care of you.
Probably better than I can, honestly.
I have a plan.
If everything goes the way it's supposed
to, I'm going to get us out of here.
For real, I promise.
My home is here.
In the great spirit.
What the fuck am I supposed to say to
that?
Yeah.
Go to the Whitley's house!
Fuck!
Where is she?
Hey, shit for brains!
I said not...
Yeah.
Well, there's no strong wind in the one
that blows down an old, some railroad line.
No prettier sight than looking back at a
town you left behind.
But there's nothing that's as real as the
love that's in my mind.
Close your eyes, I'll be here in the
morning.
I know my life isn't exciting.
I know I'm not too exciting either.
I don't have a fancy job.
I don't drive a fancy car.
Not a part of any kind of country club.
But I have a nice house.
A strong back.
And a heart full of love to give.
The world is so full of bad things.
It's...
It's frightening.
Especially if you're alone.
No one should be alone.
People may... People ought to...
Oh, gosh.
Happy.
People should be happy.
I think I can make you happy.
And that's why I want you to be my happy
wife.
And for me to be your happy husband.
For any gable?
Did you marry me?
How was it?
What do you think?
I think it sounds... nice.
You think I should ask her today?
Well, it's not really for me to say.
Oh, sure it is.
I'm just a waitress.
I don't really know you.
Lefty-leb better.
I'm sure you do.
I come in here every day.
You know how I like my eggs?
How I like my coffee?
My girlfriend doesn't even know that.
How long have you been together?
About two weeks.
We're having lunch today.
I was thinking of asking her to marry me
after dessert.
I hope it goes well.
Maybe you should work a little more on
memorizing.
You don't have to use the index codes.
Good idea.
Good thinking.
I know my life isn't exciting.
I know I'm not too exciting in you.
I don't have a fancy job.
I don't drive a fancy car.
But I have a nice house.
A strong back.
And a heart full of love to give.
The world is so full of bad things.
It's frightening.
Especially if you're alone.
No one should be alone.
People should be happy.
I think I can make you happy.
That's why I want you to be my happy wife.
And for me to be your happy husband.
Brittany Gable?
You marry me?
What?
This is like our third date.
Fourth.
But we all sign lunch, that's easy.
Don't you love me?
Alright, Brittany.
Good afternoon.
Don't you?
No.
I mean you're cute.
And you're nice.
But I don't really even know you yet.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Let me take you home.
I'll get you back.
No, that's okay.
I'll call a friend.
No, you don't...
Brittany, please.
Just how often do you do this?
Not that often.
How many times this year?
Counting you?
Yes, counting me.
How many women have you asked to marry you
this year?
Three.
Wait, sorry.
Four, just now.
I don't think we should see each other
again.
Yeah, that is four.
Four more?
Thank you.
Hey, has he seen me?
No, I don't think so.
Thank God, this little bitch would write
me out.
I don't have permission to be out of the
house right now.
I think he's leaving.
He's leaving.
He's leaving.
You can take the door out back to the
kitchen if you want.
You're all sweet.
Thank you.
Hello, darling?
Are you a member or a guest?
Let's say she's my guest, so...
Can we have two beers on my tap?
Yes, that's okay with you.
Sure.
It is.
Yes.
All right then.
How'd the proposal go?
Great.
Wait.
Shouldn't you use your other hand?
What?
What are your names?
Lefty.
It's my birth name.
Lefty gave her a letter.
I'm a birth certificate.
But you're right.
And?
Uh-huh.
Always have been.
Yeah.
It was poor Uncle Emery.
You don't seem drunk.
I'm not.
Brain injury.
I was driving a transport outside Cabell.
I hit an IED.
It was 300 hours.
Here.
I'm going.
You can feel a scar.
I don't mind.
Okay, I guess.
That's a big scar.
Yeah, it's noticeable.
I had to split my head open to get inside.
If I can serve myself lucky, you know.
I didn't find anything.
Yeah, that's a joke.
You have a nice laugh.
Thank you.
I like your voice too.
Thank you.
No, you don't.
No one wants to hear my scammer.
Well, I like it.
I don't mind it, at least.
If you didn't speak that way, I don't
think you'd give me the time of day.
That's a big scar, honestly.
I have to be honest.
I've never been much of a...
I've never been much of a deep thinker.
Even before the accident.
All of them says he can't even tell a
difference.
Deep thinkings overrated.
I think deep shit all the time looked
where it's gotten me.
You just swore.
You said a curse word.
I'm off the... claw.
I can say whatever the fuck I want.
All right.
May I buy you another round?
Yes, you may.
All right.
Hey, Vim, how about some.
..
Well, look what the kid dragged in.
Do you have any idea what time it is?
I was trying to put quiet...
I don't want to hear it.
I'm trying to sleep.
Um...
Sorry?
I can get you sorry I said that.
Someone's got to work in the morning.
One more day until the weekend,
Frenchie.
You see, it might rain.
Of course, there's a lot of things out
there.
I got you.
Hey, Jim?
No?
I thought I could use a little more
sunlight.
Well, hi there.
Hello?
Do you have a minute?
You sure I do?
Yes.
Okay, good, good.
I got really done my idea.
I'd like to run by you.
Sure.
I think something's going to go down at
the darn hour.
You're late.
Actually, I'm not.
It's 8.59.
We should have done this in private.
Sorry, pal.
I think I'm stupid enough to meet you at a
private location.
And we ordered you?
No, we're waiting for you.
Which doesn't mean I'm late.
Can I get you a cup of tea?
I guess I'll take a BLT and bring it to
the coop.
And, uh, how about you, too?
Maybe you should come back in a minute.
I think they're having a staring contest.
Oh, the cheeseburger well done side of
fries or whatever's good on tap.
And you?
How are we eating?
I guess I'm not late after all.
Look, if you want to turn
this into some kind of Pat
Garrett and Billy the Kid
type situation, please do so.
Well, because I've been wanting to do that
pretty much my entire fucking life.
I'll have a cob salad
with balsamic vinegar
on the side and just
a nice water to drink.
I'm trying to watch my girlish figure.
And how about you, hon?
I'll have the cob salad with balsamic
vinegar on the side.
Perfect.
Now,
there's nothing too flashy.
What is it?
I was getting to that.
Jesus.
It's an old Indian shirt that's fallen
onto the black market.
And like I said, it's nothing too flashy,
but all things even.
I would prefer it to be
in the hands of someone
such as myself who
could actually appreciate it.
Right now it's a private collection and
the owner claims it's not for sale,
but someone would make an effort to
liberate that garment.
I wouldn't pay six grand flat rate,
straight cash, and one time offer.
What do you want?
Why would you think you're in any position
to ask that?
Okay, fair enough.
May I gently inquire as to how much it's
worth?
It's worth enough to pay
you six grand to bring it to me,
but not so much I can't pay
any other local bargain pushed.
Okay.
Ten grand.
Don't come on.
He wants pros.
He can pay pro-rapes.
Ten.
You better be as good as Kit Blanchard
says.
The body owns better.
All right.
Ten it is.
Congratulations.
Be right back.
All right.
Thank you, sir.
My current owner's name is Pampleton
Duvall.
He likes to spend
his weekends hosting
high-culture dinner
parties deep into the night.
So guests, but no alarm.
Thank you.
Can I handle that?
Take a wild guess.
Excuse me.
Shit, I gotta get this.
Give me one second, gentlemen.
Hello.
Hey.
Is that a living room?
No.
Sorry.
Order up.
Hey, good timing, Ombre.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, well, um... I should
have the ghost shirt.
You know, after this weekend?
Yeah.
Well, but, you know, if you're gonna want
me to hold you in first position,
I'm gonna need some kind of guarantee.
Gotta be honest with you, you're not the
only interested party here.
With the ghost shirt being what it is and
me being who I am, you're gonna need to
present you with a nice, juicy number
right about fucking now.
I'm thinking how a million dollars sounds
like a fucking piece.
Uh-huh.
Congratulations, my friend.
You're currently in first position.
I'll let you know when and where to make a
decision.
Half a million dollars are really...
That's what the man said.
That... just that... that...
You know, I'm just... I'm gonna
give us the hard fact, you know?
What are you gonna do with them?
Money won't get it.
Yeah, I don't really need them.
You should be scared.
Oh, you don't have to do that.
I got everything I need, really.
Good food, good beer, good company,
you know.
I...
Bet they have all that in Nashville.
Nashville?
Once we get the artifact,
I'm gonna sell it for
the big box and go there
to think professionally.
Think...
I didn't know you were sooner.
Nobody does.
I'm a hidden... gym.
What kind of songs do you sing?
Hm?
Jaten songs, drinking songs, partying
songs.
Do you sing country music?
Music is there.
Wow.
Could you sing one of your songs for me?
Uh...
No, I...
I'm too nervous to sing in front of you.
Then how are you gonna sing
professionally?
We'll cross that bridge and we'll get
there.
Do you, uh... do you write
any of your own songs?
Um... Mm-hmm.
I'll...
four or three of them.
That's a whole lot.
Yeah, but I... I think only
about four of them are any good.
I also... know all the
songs of my heroes.
Yeah, who was they?
Dolly Parton.
Loretta Lynn.
Tam... Jeff Tucker.
Tammy Weimet.
Dolly Parton.
And we flew.
You said Dolly Parton twice.
God damn right I did.
I don't know why anybody could...
live in this world without music.
Hey, you know what?
I've heard that Nashville's a real nice
city.
But do you know
how... do you suck?
Oh, no.
No, I'm afraid I don't.
How about you?
I don't really know.
Really.
But if I go to Nashville, I don't learn.
How do you expect me to do that?
After every bad election or bit of mass
violence, you will always hear someone
clutch their pearls and say, that's it,
I'm moving to Canada.
And they should go back to Canada,
because it's a mecca for pedants and boars.
But it does beg the question, why does
America, with all this violence and
toxicity and problematic
history, produce more
artistic geniuses than
any other fucking country?
Well, maybe it's not that they
create... Thanks, mumbles.
I'll tell you why.
It's because what Americans imagine takes
precedence over what is real.
We reside in the possible.
The possible is our birthright.
We are born into the possible.
Look, take the newest addition to my
humble little collection here.
The Lakota Indian Ghost Shirt.
Hello, a fucking ghost shirt.
A cricket?
The fuck... Okay, okay, okay.
Once upon a time, the
Lakota Indian controlled all
of this land that we are
currently on right now.
I mean, every fucking inch of it.
Until one day, the one little raggedy
prospector finds gold in them thar black
hills and, well, long story
short, things turn a bit
genocidal, so the Lakota
lose the rest of their land.
All their bison is gone.
They lose their independence.
The government tears up all
their fucking treaties because
of the gold, and the Lakota
are left with fucking nothing.
I mean, they are bereft, yo.
In that vacuum, a new religion starts to
spread through Indian territory.
It takes hold.
It's a religion based on one simple idea.
That Jesus Christ...
Oh, he's a little pissed off.
And he's coming back.
But the Lakota...
They didn't just think that Jesus Christ
was coming back.
No.
They thought that Jesus Christ
was coming back on a mission
to remove the white man
from this, their sacred man.
And...
what would keep them safe?
During this war to end all wars.
The ghost shirt.
Didn't they think these shirts would stop
the white man's bullets?
Yes, indeed.
They did.
And for the Lakota, believing that they
were invincible was, of course,
the next best thing to actually be
invincible.
Feel free to look closely.
You should see this in the morning.
Oh, shit!
Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I'm going to assume you possess the
capacity to reason.
As it stands, I have a great deal of
money.
They're four.
They're four.
I propose we talk.
It's just a fabric shirt.
Wait, how much are they paying you?
$200,300.
I can top that.
Ten grand?
It's worth two ways.
Ten grand?
What the fuck?
Jesus, what the fuck?
I regret to have farmed you, my bandit
friend.
And you're being screwed.
A big, veiny cock in your ass.
That bitch was nimble, man.
So that's it, huh?
Nice.
Dude, I'm planning on walking around with
the murder weapon.
Go start the car.
Yo, Dee, see her?
Start the car!
Hey.
Just how much is that fucking thing worth?
Yeah.
Whose ass is getting fucked now?
Give me a sip of coffee.
That was just something I hate.
First we got a house full of innocent
people.
Now we're driving around with a goddamn
Indian burial ground in Trump.
This is bad, man.
This is so bad.
Fucking hell.
Hey.
Pack your shit, we're leaving the state.
Pack my shit, why?
I'm like three, maybe just four hours
away.
I'll tell you more when I get there.
But let's just say your
life's going to be all rose
petals and scented candles
from this day forward.
I hate scented candles.
Then no candles!
Jesus!
Fuck, Mandy!
Just shut your hole and get the packing,
okay?
Okay?
Are you packed?
For what?
Of course, absolutely.
For what?
You like Indian shit, right?
Okay.
Check it out.
What the fuck, Mandy?
I told you we had to leave the state.
You leave the state, I'm going to have to
sleep.
God damn it!
I got like a million dollar artifact in
the trunk of my car.
Mm-hmm.
Mandy, we gotta leave like right fucking
now!
No, I'm tired.
Fuck!
Sometimes I wish I was queer, you know
that?
And I wouldn't have to put up with a dumb
fucking bra just to get my nut off.
I mean, what is it exactly?
Biology?
Psychology?
Does just having a fetid fucking gash
between your legs automatically render you
incapable of rational thought?
I have a plan.
If everything goes the way it's supposed
to, I'm going to get us out of here.
For real, I promise.
My home is here.
In the great spirit.
I think I know who that is.
I am the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,
the great Lakota War Chief.
I cry from the bottom.
I'm still at the bottom.
I'm happy.
Im chief
Sounds like somebody's been watching too
many cowboy union movies.
I have traveled through centuries of
death, only to discover that you have
abandoned the customs, the culture,
the weapons of our people.
Way too many.
Yo Hank, what the fuck, man?
I'm gonna snoop around.
The kid says he's sitting bull.
Believe that?
Sitting bull.
Okay.
Weird white kid.
Noted.
That weird white kid was in the same
trailer as Dylan McIntosh.
Where the ghost show was stolen last
night.
Yeah, so the dogs took out a house full of
bougie cunts, good riddance,
motherfucker's shit.
Well, where it is.
Big Fun Davis found and stabbed it this
morning.
Some empty quarry.
Halfway between there and here.
And you think those two stole the shirt?
I did see him at the diner the other day
talking with Roy Lee Dean.
The Colonial's black market artifacts
stealing motherfucker.
Roy Lee Dean.
Stolen ghost shirt.
Big Fun Dave murder.
Now baby Billy Jack's wanting to run the
res.
Maybe he knows something.
Men make their own history, but they do
not make it as it please.
Friends, fanning, right?
Or is it that easy guy you like so much?
Dude, you gotta do your reason.
That is Carl motherfucking Marx.
Come on.
See the little shit knows some shit.
Okay kid.
We know you live with Dylan McIntosh.
What's he been up to?
You're in the Indians, right?
Well, you got the real motherfucking deal
right here in front of you.
He's Hank.
I'm Ghost Eye.
Let's talk.
Ghost Eye.
Is that your spirit name?
No.
Were you given it after a special deed or
a vision?
No, I made it up.
You want?
Look, my birth name's Alvin Jordan.
Ghost Eye's like my
favorite movie and Ghost
Face Kill is up there
in terms of rappers.
Ghost?
Dog?
Yeah.
The Force Whitaker.
A lot of black gang being your assassin
dudes is actually Samurai.
Rizzo did the soundtrack.
Gary Farmer's got a cool cameo.
Check it out.
It's great.
Let me guess.
You got questions about TB's and peace
pipes and shit like that?
I can speak with you, Hank.
You still seem to know the old ways.
Hey, do you pull this red-faced miserable
shit on the wrong guy on here?
You're going to end up with a tactical
tomahawk in the middle of your forehead.
So be it.
This vessel can be discarded for another.
This vessel can be discarded for another?
What the fuck is that?
Huh?
Is that how you think we talk?
It does not take much words to speak the
truth.
Many.
The quote is, it does not take many words.
And actually, sometimes it does.
So have you seen Dylan today or what?
Yes, I have.
Yeah?
Good.
Do you have them in Old Indian shirt with
them?
Yes.
No shit.
Is it still at your house?
No.
The white woman has it.
What white woman?
Your mom?
Your sister who?
My family resides in the Great Spirit.
They are free of this wretched earth.
Come on, kid.
Holy shit.
Look, I get it.
My childhood was a shit show too.
I used to pretend I was Jimmy Super Flash.
Look, it tells like 13 years old.
So the trauma, the transference,
I get that.
But you gotta cut this motherfucking shit
out.
This ain't exactly the golden age of
cultural appropriation right now.
Do you feel me?
I remember more horses in my dad's head.
Motherfucker.
Ah, it's just as well.
All this modern technology and political
retake.
Shit, I bet you City Bowl
wouldn't even be able to
lead its people to the ghost
shirt these days anyway.
Of course he would.
Oh yeah?
So where is it?
The white woman says she was returning to
her father's house in Wyoming.
In her words, the man of great cruelty and
violence.
They assume the ghost shirt is with her.
Hi Daddy, it's me, Amanda.
Look, I really need your help.
So if you promise not to shoot me on
sight, I think I'm gonna come home.
It's been a while.
Same plan.
Alright, time to go.
Beautiful day today.
Still, they say it by rain.
Yeah.
Any big weekend plans?
Hey buddy, today is not the fucking day.
I'm really... Do you
have your facts?
I thought you were sweet.
Do you have it?
Maybe?
Give it to me.
No.
Give me that.
Do it.
Give it to me.
Fuck you.
Shoot me.
Fuck, she gone.
You know, driving up here, I was a little
afraid the boys wouldn't know who I was,
but I suppose they
can still recognize my
traditional feminine
virtues after all these years.
I see you still haven't lost your sense of
humor.
Okay, alright.
You win.
You were right.
No, I was wrong.
Father knows best.
The world is corrupt.
And I never should have left.
All of it.
Hello, Amanda.
Your mother and sisters are inside.
House rules still apply.
You're welcome to enter if you're willing
to abide.
Okay.
Thank you, sir.
She must have went down there.
Alright.
I had a...
There are children.
You did the right thing.
You stay here.
Where are you going?
You should wait in the truck.
Keep your gun closed.
No, I don't think we should do this.
That artifact is worth a lot of money.
I know, but...
Well, you need the money to go to
Nashville.
You need to show the world what you can
do.
Yeah, but there's other ways.
I can guess.
I can just...
Job, I can... Are you any good?
Uh... Thank you.
I don't know.
Yes, you do.
Yeah.
I'm pretty fucking good.
How do you go?
I can't believe you came back.
Yeah, well, it's just for a night.
I don't get my ass out of here again.
So, where have you been all these years?
Oklahoma, New Jersey, South Dakota...
Paradise.
So, if you're going to leave again, are
you going to take us with you this time?
Abby, I can't even take care of myself.
I'm sorry.
Don't forget to wash off your makeup.
House rules.
You know how father gets.
Is he dead?
Dylan?
Yeah, he's pretty fucking dead.
Look, I didn't mean to kill him.
Look, lady, I don't give a shit,
all right?
As a matter of fact, I don't give a shit
who you are, why you did it.
All I want is the hard
effect, and I'm willing
to pay a very generous
amount of money for it.
How generous?
$100,000 in cash, final offer.
Fuck, okay.
How do we do it?
How do you think we do it?
I give you the money.
You give me the shirt.
Has it been damaged?
I don't think so.
You alone?
Yeah.
Should I put my location for you?
What an inspired idea.
Yeah, that'd be great.
Okay, you should be getting it right now.
Are you going to be calling from this
number, or should I expect?
Okay.
Some say I got the boat.
Some say I got danger.
But I'm in trouble.
I don't think I'm in danger.
Don't think I'm in danger.
No, I know I'm not in danger.
Some have tried to sell me all kinds of
things to save me from hurting my good baby.
Something like gold.
Bright life.
That I've seen.
All they've tried before.
All part in your dreams.
And though I'd like to tell it.
Exactly how I feel it.
Somehow I'll lose it.
I do not conceal.
I do not conceal.
I still don't get out of things.
That I have seen.
Can be hidden.
Some say I've got the boat.
Some say I got angel.
But I'm just this girl in trouble.
I don't think I'm in danger.
No, I'm not in danger.
I don't know the way out.
Stay down.
Stay quiet.
Trust me on this.
And now we have two chests to trade.
I'm home.
I miss you.
Where's Calliope?
How are you feeling, son?
I'm fine.
I'm just... I'm fine.
You are a guest in an unfamiliar home with
unfamiliar customs.
A certain discomfort is understandable.
Yeah, sure.
I guess that's it.
At first.
Though eventually a host can't help but
take offense.
If that discomfort doesn't eventually
subside.
Oh.
I'm sorry, sir.
Amanda.
Yes, sir?
Please help our guest relax.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Adam was formed first, then Eve.
But it was Eve, not Adam, who was first
led into sin.
So it follows that Eve's role now is to
support Adam.
Please uncover him.
In reparation.
Sir, we found some jokers snooping around
the woods.
So, where are you?
Federal agent?
No, sir.
My pickup broke down out on the road.
Or just some kind of pervert.
I just was going to ask for some help with
my engine.
I remember he was creeping around the
woods.
You know what?
Son, were you going to ask a bear?
No, sir.
What's that?
That was funny.
Was kind of funny, wasn't it?
Son, were you going to ask a bear?
Who says I can't be funny, huh?
Not me, sir.
You need to know where I am.
Son, were you going to ask a bear?
Everyone, listen.
Son, were you going to ask a bear?
What the fuck is he doing here?
Dad, this son of a bitch just tried
robbing me at gunpoint.
My daughter and I may have our
differences.
But I will not tolerate anyone threatening
the sanctity of her life.
What the fuck?
They must want our women.
No, man.
They want the fucking shirt.
What shirt?
The fucking doll.
I stole this old Indian shirt.
And I came here for protection and they
must have found out.
So we're going to get these guns out of
what?
We need everybody armed, show force.
Okay, that's the only way we're going to
scare them away.
Excuse me, armed the women?
I don't think so.
Mom,
give me the keys, please.
Don't you do it.
There's no shooting at us.
Fuck you.
I don't think so, sweetheart.
Not on my watch.
Go!
Go!
Hurry!
What do you think you're doing?
What the fuck are you doing?
How do you commit it?
Oh, fuck off!
Oh, shoot it!
It won't shoot!
Oh, fuck off!
It won't shoot!
It won't shoot!
I'm just cleaning this thing.
What's going on?
Oh, look!
I'm out of your arms.
Hey, open up!
I'm just that son of a bitch's stepson.
I didn't want to come to this fucked up
little house on the prairie.
Whatever this is.
Open the goddamn door!
Oh, God!
Help me!
Let me see him now.
Good girl.
Clivey?
Amanda?
Let's all get out of here this time.
Okay?
My name's Henry Alton Jordan.
But I asked for the ghost eye.
Born and raised in prison to war camp
number 334.
I'm the leader of the Red Thugger Society.
The People's Army
devoted to maintaining our
traditions and the restoration
of our proper domain.
Of people's what?
Of what?
Jesus, lady.
You know the American Indian movement,
the Black Panthers?
No.
Well, we're like that.
For you to fight her.
Grilla warriors.
Not to be fucked with.
Who are you?
My name is Amanda Bethany Starr.
But I answered Amanda.
And right now I'm apparently in the middle
of a goddamn murder spree.
So I'm not to be fucked with either.
What do you want?
The ghost shirt.
So what is it?
Stars.
The symbol of our history and our
independence.
The songs of our tribe.
Yeah, well, I guess we've all got our
problems.
Besides, that thing's supposed to be worth
a lot of money.
I'm not just gonna hand it over.
Then you want to work out some kind of
deal?
We can try.
You said it.
Hey.
We
Got some little brother.
What brother?
I don't have a little brother.
He's my son, Cal.
And he has absolutely nothing to do with
it.
You try telling him that.
He says he's the reincarnation of Sitting
Bowl.
In fact, he promised to lead us,
his people, to the ghost shirt.
You know, I was pretty skeptical myself.
But I gotta say, so far, so good.
Look, man, there's a guy on his way here
right now who wants to buy your precious
ghost shirt, okay?
His name is Roy Lee Dean.
You take care of him, and don't fucking
get me with a shirt, okay?
Let me and my family keep the bastard's
money.
We're in win and we all get the fuck out
of dodge.
All right, you got yourself a deal.
Good.
Now send in the boy, and we'll all wait
patiently for Mr. Fuckface to arrive.
No way.
Hold on to the kid.
You trying to cross us?
He's a goner.
You got that?
Yeah, I got that.
But if you so much
as put a scratch on my
son's arm, I'll stab
you in the fucking heart.
You got that?
Yeah.
I catch a general address.
A son?
Who's the father?
I don't know, Mom.
Do you remember the
name of every single asshole
who paid that off to spend
an hour behind the door?
So, how have things been here?
Better now.
Mom.
As I walked out in the streets of the
radio As I walked out in the radio one day
I spied aboard my boy Raptor in my living
Raptor in my living As gold as the clay I
see by your outfit That you are These
words he did say as I hold Step by,
come sit down Beside me And hear my sad
story I was shot in the breast And I know
I must die Oh, be the drum's coach
Someone's coming
Play the dead care of me I
hope they spelled my name right in the
papers.
Alright, I'm here.
Try and make this quick and easy,
okay?
You alone?
Indeed I am.
About you.
Fuck yeah, of course.
What's with these poor dead ombre's on
your front porch?
Little bit of family drama.
You got that money?
I got 50 grand right here in the other 50s
in the trunk when we make the exchange.
You got that gold shirt?
Yeah, bring me all the cash and I'll show
you right where it is.
I don't know.
That's got me assuming a lot of risk.
Let's not overthink a happy situation.
Oh, one of these poor dead ombre's?
He ain't that dead.
He only should be.
How about this?
Just bring me that pretty little Indian
shirt.
He'll be $100,000 richer.
Yeah, how the fuck do I know you won't
shoot me, too?
Lady, take a look at my car.
Come look at these custom-made snakeskin
boots in this vintage 19th century bell
buckle gifted to me by Mr. Wilford Brimley
himself.
Okay, so?
So, I'm the region's most respected dealer
in high-end western artifacts in the
goddamn walking talk and embodiment of the
cowboy coat.
Meaning, my word is my bond.
Just as a FYI, the dead body here is still
crawling away.
Okay, then shoot the fucking bastard!
Yeah?
Happy to.
I'm doing you a favor, man.
Ah!
It's amazing.
How did you get out?
Very slowly, very carefully.
Look outside.
Whoa.
Remember, it's just simply a business
transaction.
There's no need to get emotional.
Everyone just stay calm.
I bet you leave all the
cash on the ground, get back
in the car, and then
calmly drive the fuck away.
That wasn't our deal!
Yeah, now there was an armed gunman hiding
in your fucking trunk.
Fuck.
All right, look.
I'm willing to go up to $150,000.
And you all split it up however you like.
Not everything's for sale, you capitalist
fuck.
You're our number, man.
Leave the money and drive away while you
still can.
We've got to think on at least one side.
The Crosse or the Indian.
It's Native Americans, Reggie Dale.
Stop distracting them.
I'm trying to negotiate.
What exactly?
What leverage, Mr. Businessman?
Oh, man.
Can't believe it.
Damn, she's actually right.
Fuck the alcohol, boy.
Oh!
I'm the reincarnation of Siddharth,
the great Dakota War Chief.
Mm-hmm.
I've returned.
Mm-hmm.
It's an honor to...
meet you.
Do you need help bringing the grocery back
to your people?
Yes, please.
Wherever you are, I know you're still out
there.
Unless you're too chicken shit to stand
your ground.
Let's have it out, right now.
Fuck.
Don't wonder who you are.
The fucking waitress is here?
Big gun down, huh?
Fuck you.
You're
not good until you're mother, okay?
I want to be a really do.
My mother died many, many years ago.
Yeah.
I guess she did.
Get him out of here, please.
Get him somewhere safe.
I'll be right back.
Who are you?
The re-incarnation of Siddharth.
Who are you?
Lefty-Leb butter.
I'm actually right handed.
Are you sure about this?
I've returned the ghost shirt back to my
people.
They'll recognize who I am now.
Don't be sad.
I'm home.
I'm home.
You need a doctor?
No.
Don't look too good.
I know I don't have a very exciting mind.
I know I'm not too exciting either.
I don't drive a fancy car.
I don't have a fancy job.
I'm not a part of anybody's country.
I do have a nice house.
A strong back.
A heart full of love to give.
The world is so full of bad things.
It's frightening.
Especially if you're alone.
People shouldn't be alone.
People.
People shouldn't be happy.
I think I can make you happy.
That's why I want you to be my happy wife.
I want you to be my happy husband.
The green.
The inch.
Pop.
Penny.
Jump.
Pop.
The green.
Let's see.
There we go.
People live.
When the ship rolled in.
Explain.
All the years.
They had traveled in search of him.
Now I've seen the journey.
Explain.
One more night.
This hometown blurb.
One more night.
In this ancient sky.
Take the time.
To call the world.
Like space that trembles.
Here's the construction.
They saw.
They're high.
Growing heavy.
They sell him.
Outside an old floor.
Home.
This home and the world.
This ancient sky.
I've been waiting for.
Good morning.
But I see a brand new day.
Good morning.
I've been looking for.
The sunshine.
You know I've seen it.
In so long.
Everything's gonna look.
Just fine.
Everything's gonna be all right.
It's been all right.