Serpentine Pink (2025) Movie Script
1
[hypnotic music]
[seductive music]
[whip cracking]
[indistinct chatter]
["The Velvet Hunt"
by Krystle Warren]
[applause]
[door opens]
[engine starts]
[Henrietta]
You're so fucking crazy!
You're so fucking crazy!
[Jaymee] You keep telling
yourself that.
Are you on drugs?
Is that what it is?
-For sure, yeah.
-Are you doing that?
What are you doing?
Yeah, you're breaking my fucking
heart that's what happen!
[fast-paced guitar music]
[vehicles passing]
-[seductive music]
-[kissing]
[moaning]
-[music stops]
-[street din]
[gentle music]
Fucking pass me, motherfucker!
[female voice echoing]
Henrietta... Run!
Fucking throw yourself out
of a moving vehicle?
Real smart!
[female voice echoing]
Henrietta...
Run, sweet girl, run!
[enigmatic music]
[Henrietta]
Don't tell me [indistinct].
This is enough! It's enough!
[Jaymee]
It's so fucking obvious,
everybody in the goddamned--
-[panting]
-[suspenseful music]
So it is tonight that I will
heal the deer, she will run.
Tonight I will suck the poison
from a wounded animal
and spit it out
into the desert toilet.
I hope her poison
does not go to my heart.
I hope-- I am coyote quick
enough to get it gone
before I am her prey and victim.
I hope to the north star
she is run over by a pickup.
-[thudding]
-[screaming]
[Henrietta crying]
Oh, my God.
[Jaymee]
Should have known better.
[thunder rumbling]
Should have known better?
Than to come
so close to the road.
[sighing] But we was
the ones who killed her.
Not we.
You.
You killed her.
[female voice echoing]
Henrietta.
[Henrietta sobbing]
[female voice echoing] Run.
Henrietta, run.
Run.
Run, sweet girl. Run.
[Jaymee screaming]
You did this.
-[sizzle]
-How's that feel, huh?
[breathing heavily] Now what?
[Henrietta screaming]
[footsteps]
[door opens]
[Henrietta sobbing]
[crying]
[indistinct] baby.
I stole you.
Yes, I did.
We made it.
It's not far, anyways.
Ah!
[breathes deeply]
[enigmatic music]
-[baby crying]
-[gasp]
Oh, don't cry, little one.
Mommy didn't mean it.
I-- I know
that she made you do it.
And I know
it wasn't your fault.
You couldn't help it.
You know what will make us
feel better, little baby?
Dancing.
Let's move to make
ourselves sexy.
Here. Watch me.
[soft rock]
Mommy's a professional.
Mmm.
[soft rock]
[hypnotic tone]
[breathing heavily]
Take a good look, baby.
A good fucking look.
At me loving you.
[hypnotic tone]
-[knocks on door]
-[gasp] Oh!
Give me back my battery,
Henrietta.
It's mine.
My baby, not yours.
I know you can't see shit now,
but just FYI,
cutie pie, that's not a baby.
She's mine, and she's beautiful,
and she ain't taking
you nowhere.
I came here to take you
to the hospital, not to bail.
[chuckling] Chloride, Arizona.
That's where you want to go,
[indistinct] are there.
And Mrs. [indistinct],
that's the only people
can stand you.
Oh, sweetie, you can stand me.
You can stand me very well.
Well, I ain't gonna give you
the satisfaction of
disappearing into
that abandoned junkyard without
facing what you did to me.
I'm trying to get you fixed up.
No, you want to keep me broken.
You're wrong.
-Ah!
-Open up.
Don't you dare touch my baby.
Quit it with
this battery nonsense.
[Henrietta]
Please John, John, please, help.
-John?
-John, please, help.
Please,
don't let her steal my baby.
You with someone?
John Wayne,
true father of my baby.
[sighing]
Henrietta, you know as well as
I do that the Duke is dead.
If you could see as I do,
you'd know he'd be everywhere.
You're in the John Wayne room,
aren't you?
I had a feeling this is
where you've been running off to
after those
screwdrivers wore off.
Just pictures of
a dead celebrity
in his old motel room, honey.
[Henrietta]
It's so much more than pictures.
If you ever watched with me
or got your head out
from under
those motorcycle [indistinct],
you'd see that too.
They got a Roy Rogers room
and a Gene Autry room too,
but that don't mean
they're really here.
I am, though.
John and I would like you
to leave.
[exhaling]
Fucking odor outpost motel.
Shitty western
celebrity's graveyard.
Jackass tourists
never seen the desert before.
I hate this nostalgic stuff.
This is a ghost town, girl.
Your love is a ghost town.
My love?
Did I ever tell you
John's grandson
went to high school
with my brother?
He left his navy blue jacket
at our house once after a party.
I kept it and wear it
when I feel cold and scared.
So you see, he is here, Jaymee.
He's always here.
A ghost in a ghost town
makes you feel safe?
From those who don't dream,
they're the most dangerous
of all.
Dreaming's for suckers.
All I wanted was to go
dancing for fun,
not for work, for one night.
[uplifting music]
One night too many.
There's not a dress
that doesn't look good on me.
It's not my fault I'm so dreamy.
[sighing]
But, baby, it so clearly is.
Stella Hawk doesn't think so.
She says I got it natural.
I can't believe
you said her name.
I got lots of people
believing in me.
Don't you like
my BB bullet in you?
Girl, I got you.
I shot and I got you.
Let me see your eyelash flutter.
Let me see the blood out
your neck.
Let me roast you
and enjoy every morsel.
Dreaming's for suckers.
What does that make you?
Think of me or dinner?
I brought
your favorite lipstick, honey.
JJ...
Peachy panty parade?
[Jaymee] Let me put it on you.
And we can kiss it on
and kiss it off forever.
[exhaling]
Your favorite part,
all night long.
You're beautiful.
You always tell me, kissing is
the sweet before the storm.
You burned off my lips.
I can't kiss no more.
Sure you can.
I killed that little deer, H.
She's up in heaven
just like you wanted.
That's real nice, J, but that
don't make me pretty again.
Let me in.
It hurts.
Don't it?
Wanting something so bad
and not getting it.
Then spread your legs for me.
No.
I think I'll let you
hurt a while.
Paint my nails red, sexy lady.
[soft music]
[vehicle departs]
[Jaymee] Make them cherry,
like your lips.
And blow on them real softly.
So they don't burn
bloody anymore.
Just cherry.
Cool, like this?
[chuckling]
I love that you let me
paint them.
They're the prettiest nails
I ever saw.
How embarrassing.
Pretty ain't nothing to be
ashamed of.
If you say so.
Oh, come on, woman,
you can't tell me
those nails don't make
you feel like a million bucks.
I can't.
Because of you.
Just what I like to hear.
You're the million bucks.
Even more but I like to hear it.
No, you are.
Holding my wrench
never looked so good.
You brought your wrench
with you.
I got a couple of screws loose,
baby.
Might come in handy.
Now you'll think of me
when you work.
I always think of you.
You're the best mechanic I know.
Fixed my heart right up.
You're a sweet one.
Keep good care of those nails,
sweet one.
-[bright music]
-Won't want to hit anyone
in the face no more with
my artwork all over your hands.
Right?
You're right. I won't.
Won't want to hit anyone?
[wind howling]
You're right.
I won't.
Won't want to hit anyone,
Jaymee. Won't want to hit!
You're right.
I won't!
-[tense music]
-[grunting]
Henrietta, it's Andra.
Can I come in?
-Goddammit!
-Uh, John has got her,
[indistinct]
Don't listen to her, baby.
I'm gonna be free in a second.
I'm gonna bust out.
What you think?
Sorry, sneaky poo.
-But you leave me no choice.
-[choking]
I can't have you breaking
any more doors on my motel.
I gotta keep it sheltered
from the storm, you know?
And that girl from
the hit-and-run.
Yeah, you are right.
I knew that.
Ah! [groaning in pain]
Andra, the needle.
Give me the goddamn needle.
[Henrietta] Don't hurt her.
Please don't hurt her.
-This is for you, girly.
-Baby, come stop them.
Mmm. [laughing] [indistinct]
I know you.
You're the new bitch
who reads the poems.
I'm not new.
You know me.
[Jaymee] Oh?
Where you been?
The actual question is
where you been.
[exhaling] Ah!
-[Shaman laughing]
-[Jaymee] Daddy.
[Shaman] Hmm?
Where'd you put my inhaler?
[laughing]
You burned it bad for a laugh.
Oh, okay.
Okay, Daddy. Okay--
-[thunder rumbling]
-Hey! He's Shaman.
And he's bailing you out again.
[laughing] I know he's Shaman.
How could I forget the dude
who slips me pills behind
Vinny's vintage.
What?
-I don't do that.
-You do that?
I don't.
She's just fucked up
from the tranq.
Who knows what she's saying?
You asked me where I've been.
Where you been?
Everywhere.
[Jaymee] You some kind of slut?
Hey, Bronco. Be nice.
Andra here's
gonna heal your girl.
Oh, my girl's already fixed up.
Fixed up shut like
she should be.
Your mother wanted you
too little,
but your father
wanted you too much?
Hey, lady,
I didn't ask you for a reading.
You didn't ask for a lot of
things, but that she still steps
to separate the lizard
from her tail.
Why don't you just
grow a new one?
Ah! I'm not paying you.
I-- I have,
I have enough money, though.
Just-- just so you know,
I don't want your hands
touching mine for a reading.
I-- [sighing]
Only Henrietta touches me.
Ugh, and this guy, I guess.
Against my will.
I'm not new.
Henrietta!
Jaymee's left forearm.
Find her razor.
[emotional music]
All the stars
and all the full moon
[indistinct] fall upon us.
What the hell did she just say?
-Private territory.
-[scoffing]
Let's go. Come on.
Let's go.
Right in here.
Okay. Ups-a-daisy.
Henrietta.
It's Andra.
I know.
[indistinct]
[indistinct] breathe
for a minute.
Deep breath.
[Henrietta breathes deeply]
Oh, yes.
May I?
If you see something in my face,
what's left of it,
if you read some sort of funky
future, no, don't tell me.
What if it's good?
-It won't be.
-Oh, now you're psychic?
You ever get a face
full of battery acid?
Not literally.
Well, if you did,
you know for certain
your face wouldn't
show nothing good.
-You're still you, Henrietta.
-[thunder rumbling]
Corn on the cob.
It hurts so much to cry.
Nobody's cried as much
as I have today.
It's just a different skin.
Yeah, it's different.
Disgusting.
Embarrassing.
Humiliating.
Now I'll never get
to Vegas to dance.
Who's going to hire me
looking like this?
I'm no spring chicken, Andra.
Girls younger than me
are retiring.
Dr. Dixon will fire me, too,
and I won't even dance here
no more.
I'm the sexiest dancer
in the Mojave.
Everyone voted.
Everyone.
Now they're all going to change
their minds when they see me.
I know it.
-[emotional music]
-I just know it.
You are more than a lady
who loves roadkill.
You are more than
a lipstick lip stain.
That mirror broken
for seven years, bad fox.
The mask,
you beautiful Henrietta.
Find strength
in temporary weakness.
Nature is self-healing.
It's only our man-made mountains
of ego that destroy us.
[indistinct]
You're okay.
How do I look?
No.
Your soft soul is
full of mariposa lilies.
Quit it with the poetry, Andra.
Just tell me how I look.
I'm going to make you the most
beautiful you've ever been.
[Henrietta] No.
If you won't tell me,
then I'll just look for myself.
Henrietta, no.
Don't look. Not yet.
Andra, I have to see.
[thunder rumbling]
[dramatic music]
[screaming]
[music playing in the radio]
[Henrietta screaming
in distance]
Do you hear something?
Cat fight.
Maybe a hawk.
Don't talk to me about hawks.
Whoa, what is your deal?
Don't make me get my BB gun.
Put that shit away, man.
It is shit, isn't it?
Right.
-It's a bear hugging arms.
-[grunting]
Get off me.
You stink.
What?
Really?
Really.
Well, that's weird.
I've been taking sound baths
every day for the past month.
Every day?
Well, I've got a lot of stuff
inside that needs cleaning.
Sound baths aren't real baths.
Well, that's not
what Andra says.
She says they're better
than water, actually.
I mean,
about the atomic energies
in the waves through
the electric...
organs.
They penetrate externally
and internally.
Uh, water only penetrating
externally.
Stop saying penetrate.
Water baths are much better.
Feel as you live in
swarming [indistinct].
-[kissing]
-Shh.
-Hey!
-This is a stick-up.
Oh, please, please,
robber, don't hurt me.
Oh, I won't.
But you gotta give me
something I want.
Mmm. Anything,
just please don't hurt me.
A kiss.
Give me a kiss.
Or your kidney gets it.
You're so cheesy sometimes,
you know that?
What's that lip balm?
You don't like it?
No, it tastes like...
What is that?
I know that taste.
I know it.
Oh, what a sorry
little mystery this is.
Sandra's homemade stuff
she sells in town.
Mandarin orange.
Mandarin orange is a snack.
No, Sandra's got
a mandarin orange lip balm.
She calls it tigre
or some shit.
I had a screwdriver at dinner,
don't you remember?
Vodka and orange juice.
That's what you're tasting.
You didn't have dinner.
You told me yourself.
I had a drink before
I left to work.
That's why I wasn't hungry.
It hurt my tummy.
[gasp]
You just sliced me open?
Sandra's mandarin orange?
Stella.
You saw Stella?
I ran into her
at the liquor store.
So why do you taste like
her lip balm?
-Did you kiss her?
-What?
No, I...
She let me borrow it.
Let me go so I can go clean up
my hands.
I told you not
to hang around her.
I didn't hang around her.
I ran into her.
Now let me go.
Ow.
Oh my God, ow, ow, ow.
[gentle music]
You still have it?
The lip stuff?
Where is it?
No, all of my things.
Fucking Sandra's
mandarin orange.
Give it to me
and I'll throw it away.
No. I have an idea.
Let's have that threesome.
-Hmm?
-What?
You always wanted
a threesome, baby.
Let's do it.
-Just give it to me.
-No, no, no.
This is Stella.
I think she's up for it.
Yeah.
Isn't this what you wanted?
-Hmm?
-I don't want anyone else.
I just ran into her
and my lips were dry.
Oh, I can solve that.
Jaymee.
-Quit being a baby.
-No, no, no, no, no.
I can take a hint.
You want to spice things up?
I get it, huh?
Please, stop.
You want to spice things up.
-You wanna fuck her.
-I--
The old, sexy fuck up.
I can't take your pain, lovely.
Don't call it lovely.
It isn't lovely.
Don't call it lovely.
No.
You're lovely. You.
You wanted a threesome,
so I gave it to you.
That's what I do, baby girl.
I give you things.
Isn't it what you wanted?
Didn't I give you
what you wanted?
Why would I want this?
Because why would you talk
to Stella knowing
-what a cunt she was to me?
-[grunting]
Do not use that word.
That's what she was to me.
I don't know why you ignore it.
[sighing]
[sniffles]
You don't want me to paint.
You want me to do Zinnias on it?
Black zinnias
on the cherry roll.
Why don't you believe me?
-Of course I believe you.
-Then why?
I care about
what Stella did to you,
but rumors [indistinct].
No one even thinks about
what she said anymore.
No one cares.
And I don't care about her,
so what's the big deal...
about some lip stuff?
You know, H.
You know.
[engine rattles]
Henrietta and I used
to fuck in the water,
sometimes in the bathtub.
Wow.
That's a different
kind of clean.
Stop going to
the lustration annex.
That place is creepy.
I love the lustration.
[Jaymee] Weird alien chapel
channeling back of the brain
fuckery going down there?
It's just
a yoga mega mind detox, man.
Ugh, creepville.
Well, I wouldn't call it creepy,
being someone who...
would pour battery acid
on her love's face.
What do you know
about love's face?
You can't feel anything,
Mr. Dealer, druggie, drugs.
How could you feel love?
[exhaling]
All I meant was...
I love her so much, it hurts.
Oh. Oh.
What's that song
by Polly Panther?
"Oh, Sacred Sting,
and you I believe."
"Oh, Sacred Sting,
make me feel everything."
"Even the pain.
Yes, love's holy suffering."
"Sacred Sting,
make me feel everything."
It's a really cool song.
It's not what I meant.
Oh, I love Polly Panther.
[chuckling] Grr...
She meant the bullshit
romantic spicy love
with the sadomasochistic thing
only in her heart.
It's not bullshit.
All I'm saying is
I'm so happy I'm in pain.
[spitting]
Same thing.
Is it?
[Jaymee sighing]
Oh.
Oh, dumbass, biker graveyard.
I wouldn't touch it.
This is sacred ground, too.
Yeah, well, it needs to get
over its scrapbook crotch.
No, God!
Goddamn, you just offset the...
We gotta mind the vibe here.
The red bandana.
Well, maybe if you
bury something else
you can balance the offset.
Henrietta stitched
black thread roses on it.
It was on Shawnee Rooster's head
when she bit the dust
on Zizek's Road last May.
She's in this biker graveyard
with her bike.
[growls]
Dumbass outpost biker graveyard.
Hey, quit calling
this joint dumbass.
Looks like somebody wants to get
herself buried here, too.
You take one sound bath
and you think you got it
all figured out?
I've taken like
90 sound baths...
and I got the tinnitus
to prove it.
Shut up!
I'm getting my bandana back.
If only I had my damn wrench.
[mysterious male voice]
Bid it all on [indistinct].
-[evil laugh]
-[motorcycle engine]
Leave her bandana be.
But I really want
my bandana back.
Yeah, well, sometimes people
have to sacrifice stuff for, uh,
you know, the sake of,
uh, other stuff.
Don't tell me how to love,
Shaman.
Love? I thought we were talking
about a red bandana.
I leave you and your lame,
happy pain alone,
so butt out of mine.
Not when you melt
my friend's face off.
So I pick the food out
of my heart with snake teeth.
What? [laughs] Oh, yeah?
Well, the whole landscape
cries for you.
Hey, stop it.
Stop it.
I told you to stop it.
I just took a bath.
You are a stinky,
hippie drug dealer.
A million baths
wouldn't get you clean.
[Jaymee grunting]
I am not a drug dealer
or a druggie.
Yeah,
keep telling yourself that.
Well, I will,
'cause it's true.
Don't I know that kind of true?
Well, what do you know?
You're not even around.
Leave me alone.
What do you care?
You're starting to blend in
with the coyotes, Bronco.
I'm worried about you.
-[scoffing]
-I mean it.
Andy's bike broke down
last week, and he had come to me
to find out if you were
still fixing bikes.
I mean, how do you like that?
Your most loyal customer
doesn't even know if
you're still in business.
I mean, I don't even know.
Are you?
Business is fine.
Move into town, it'd be better.
Why? So I can hang out with you
and all your shady motel deals?
That is not
what goes down there.
Oh, better business, my butt.
Friendly convos ain't shady.
You are a drug guy.
Why do you think
they call you Shaman?
Because I help people,
make 'em feel good.
With drugs?
No, I try and help them.
I manage their issues.
The way I manage my hotel.
Fucking hospitable.
More like fucking mafia.
Mafia movies, man.
Oh, the westerns are still very
much alive out here, young lady.
[mysterious music]
Well, I wouldn't
want to be called
a shaman unless
I really was one.
I try to be.
That's all I'm saying.
It's a little offensive,
though, don't you think?
Sacrilege?
All right, why don't you just
call me by my real name, then?
I'm not calling you Buddy.
Buddy is not my real name.
Oh, yes it is.
Buddy is the name
of my cactus mouse.
Oh, yeah. [laughing]
[Shaman chuckling] Buddy, do
you know how much I love you?
It's almost time
for dinner.
We're gonna have
portobello mushrooms.
Was the name of
my cactus mouse.
Changed his name?
I lost him.
Fuck.
Buddy.
Buddy.
That's enough!
Now come on back.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, Buddy.
[whistle] Come on.
Where are you?
Come on.
It's dinner time, bud.
Buddy. Come on, boy.
Come on, boy.
Come on.
You come right now.
What?
Oh, no.
Well, he was just so damn small.
Buddy, these holes
are snake holes, Buddy.
You're not supposed to be
out here.
You're supposed to be inside.
Buddy, come on. Buddy.
Buddy.
Buddy.
Buddy!
Buddy?
Poor little bastard.
Hungry and alone out there.
What do you want from me?
I looked for him forever.
I mean, really. I looked
for him fucking everywhere.
[Shaman]
Come on. Come on.
Come on up out of there
if you're down in there.
You're down in there.
Just come on out of there.
There's a snake in there.
There's a big snake in there,
Buddy.
[crying] I'm sorry.
The place is
a damn desert, dude.
What do you expect me to do?
-I looked everywhere--
-[grunting]
[sighing]
Don't lose Andra.
She's small, too.
[Shaman] Oh, I won't lose Andra.
We are cosmically connected,
she and I.
I know where she is
all the time.
All I have to do
is think of her.
I could have used that
for my dog when I was nine.
That's a good trick.
[Shaman] Not a trick.
She's sharing
the same skin than me.
Ow.
-You had a dog?
-Hmm.
Butterfly.
[indistinct] shepherd.
A couple of eagles ate her.
She was that small?
Yeah.
You're gonna feel better.
You know,
I lived in Sedona forever,
where they got
that vortex [indistinct]
to make people feel better,
and I felt like shit my whole
life until I came here.
This place is-- it heals.
It-- This vortex is better.
[Jaymee exhaling]
Fuck this vortex.
Butterfly's dead.
Oh, come on, don't do that.
Don't do that.
-Stop doing that to yourself.
-Don't do what?
What you got in
your pocket there?
It's an eyelash, dummy.
[Shaman] Uh-huh.
From this doe I buried tonight.
I can get you another dog,
no problem.
What? What did you think I was
gonna pull out of my pocket?
Oh, stop it.
Oh, don't do that.
Wear and tear from bike work,
that's all.
Sure.
Whatever.
Believe whatever.
I'm gonna tell you again.
I can get you another dog,
no problem.
I don't need a pity pup,
but thanks.
I got my truck.
He's all the children I need.
Yeah, well,
your truck is pretty cool.
Yeah.
Kimberly's the best.
-Kimberly?
-Fuck you,
I know what you're gonna say.
You named your truck
after your dad?
Fuck you.
Do you know how totally
messed up that is?
Oh, I'm messed up.
Out of the two of us.
It's me.
Tried your water bath, and...
I think it's time for you
to try something else.
No way, I'm not doing one
of your sound baths.
We could do it right here.
It'll clean out
all your insides.
No way some fake healer freak's
gonna know how to clean me.
I guess those button pills
didn't do much to you, did they?
Button?
You gave me peyote.
I'm not just trying to get
that noggin to have a little
realization of its own
nature or something.
What?
You know how much mess
my dad and I used to do?
I'm immune, man.
Nobody's immune.
Oh, or you thought
I was gonna see some shit, huh?
Oh, see the error of my...
whatever.
Okay, stop that.
Just stop it.
-You know, you know--
-All right.
But also, how dare you?
I'm in charge of my own vision.
Then how come
it's so dark in there?
You're not a shaman, buddy.
[echoing]
I just wanted you to get better.
Peyote is spiritual.
You should not have given it
to me without me agreeing to it.
Now you're spiritual?
About that, yeah.
I didn't know what else to do.
It was like a last resort.
I thought
we were gonna lose you.
The way you keep doing
what you were doing,
I mean, Henrietta--
[echoing]
You freaked us out, you know.
-Shaman.
-[Shaman] What?
Turn-- turn off the TV, please.
[Shaman] No, not until after
you have a sound bath.
You're gonna feel
better afterwards.
It's like after making love.
Okay.
[dramatic music]
[thunder rumbling]
I won't ever be able to get
my face out of my head.
Oh, it's so much worse than
I could have ever imagined.
No more dreaming now,
only nightmares.
You're gorgeous being
this [indistinct].
Thank you.
But I'd really prefer for you
to face my face with me.
You feel this cool?
It's gonna make
the red skin go to pink,
then back to what you want.
Where'd you get it?
It's not some witchy potion,
is it?
You think I'm a witch?
-Maybe.
-What do you know about witches?
That you're the nice kind.
I'm gonna go.
No, no.
It feels good.
It's aloe from
the Eagle Mountains.
I cut it just for you.
[soft music]
You-- you're putting
mountain on my face?
A plant from a mountain range.
No, no, no, no, no.
Take it off, please.
-Take it off.
-Henrietta!
It was working quite well.
It's in the purest
form possible.
I'm too wild. My life
can't take any more wild.
-My face can't--
-Nature is wild.
But it's also our mother,
our friend.
I've seen that
on bumper stickers.
Because it's true.
Mm, yeah.
The aloe is calming
your skin's fire.
You're the one
who started it up again.
Mm-hmm.
Nature ain't always cooling.
No, not always.
[Henrietta] Jay and I were
driving home tonight
from dancing.
We were fighting and...
didn't see a fawn
come out onto the highway.
She hit her.
We hit her.
Pretty girl of a fawn,
fresh young thing for true.
I know fawns can be boys, too,
but I could tell she was a girl.
Her spots like beauty marks
quivering for what
the night might bring.
Braving that road.
Looking for something more.
No matter how small she was.
Just a girl out enjoying the
scent of the sage on her skin.
A bunch of vultures
wanted to eat her.
Funny, in the movies,
they always come out
when the sun's beating down
on someone dying of thirst.
But here they were, snapping
at her like they got off
on her eyes being wide open
to her own murder.
Like they wanted to see her
eat her own heart.
I wanted to save her.
Shut her eyes closed
so she'd just go to sleep
instead of die, but Jaymee...
Jaymee said...
[Jaymee] Should've known better.
Should've known better?
Than to come so close
to the road.
But we was the ones
who killed her.
Not we.
You. You killed her.
Can you believe it?
Wasn't even behind the wheel.
And she thought it was me.
Maybe it was me who hurt her.
But then maybe it was me who
was lying there on the road,
wishing I could've known better.
Should've known better.
And we just kept fighting.
We just kept fighting
and that fawn saw it all.
Barely lived her own life
and she heard it all
as she bled out.
Maybe it was me
who hurt her, Andra.
You were attacked too.
But to be left there
eaten by vultures.
Or worse, by yourself.
John would've shot those
evil birds between the eyes
and then carried
and married that sick girl.
So is Shaman your John Wayne?
Something like that.
I knew it.
Every time I see you two
together I can see
little red hearts just
floating around your head.
That's what it looks like, huh?
Yep.
Is that what it feels like?
When we're honest
with each other.
Really?
Honesty's always fudged up
the romance for me.
But not the love.
I wish I knew what you meant.
Oh, that smells awful.
Calendula oil.
Cleans and prevents infection.
Calendula.
-Like marigolds?
-Uh-huh.
[gentle music]
John, Andra brought me flowers.
They stink
but they're very pretty.
He played villains too,
you know.
[Henrietta] I know.
Still seems like
a good guy, though.
Careful.
Henrietta?
[Henrietta] I guess
that'll teach that fella
not to pull an ace
out of his sleeve.
A fella?
What fella?
[echoing]
I don't like branding.
It hurts in the wrong place.
Oh no, find your mind.
Henrietta, find your mind.
[echoing] Well, I finally found
a way to put my arm around you
without getting my face slapped.
I'm putting in what I got coming
to me and setting in here.
Henrietta, come back to me.
[echoing]
When it comes to choosing sides,
[indistinct]
or not so good.
-[Andra] Come back now!
-[thunder rumbling]
Oh, Andra, can't you feel
him in this room?
His masculinity, his protection.
Well, I definitely feel you
feeling him.
Oh, I'm through with girls,
Andra.
It's just John.
Now, hold on a minute.
Girls are terrible
to each other.
I want a man.
I want a cowboy.
I don't ever want to leave
this room.
He's all I need.
Oh, I said that once,
but it wasn't true.
It's never true.
Never?
Oh, come on.
You know it never is.
Not everybody knows
everything like you do.
I don't know everything.
You seem like you do.
I just went through it.
Believe it or not,
other souls have gone through
the same sort of pain
you're going through.
Really?
You see this scar?
Where my ex-husband ripped out
my piercing.
Andra, how awful.
Can't hear very well in
this ear because of him.
Screwed up some nerves.
Why did he rip it out?
[scoffing]
He did not understand
why I am the way that I am.
Didn't like me being witchy,
as you call it.
I'm sorry I said that.
I've learned to listen with
my entire body, you understand?
Your new face will learn
something similar.
It'll know not everything,
but enough.
I'll make sure of that.
How will I know when it knows?
I'm not sure
it's different for everybody.
When did you know that
your whole body could listen?
It felt like lightning
but coming from inside my body,
but I was alone in the river.
There was no rain
and no thunder, just me and...
Surge.
Besides, we're never really
alone, especially in the desert.
You mean we're surrounded
by our angels?
Uh, sure, why not?
Oh, thank you
for this reconstruction, Andra.
You're the angel.
Who's your angel?
-What do you mean?
-Well, the Shaman is
your John Wayne,
who's your Andra?
Who comes when you need
calendula and aloe?
Oh, well, Mother Nature,
I suppose, but mostly myself.
I admire you so much.
Like I said before, you just
have to learn how to listen.
I'm all ears.
Did you hear me
when I called out to you earlier
tonight before
all this happened?
[suspenseful music]
[Andra echoing] Henrietta!
[Andra echoing] Henrietta!
Don't call out my name
like that.
I didn't call out anything.
I just heard you.
You said Henrietta!
With exclamation points
and everything.
I've got no more
exclamation points for you.
You need to end it with Jaymee.
I did.
I got the baby
and now she's gone.
You should report it
to the police.
Shaman and John can't
protect you from her forever.
They don't have to.
I know what it's like
to be considered beautiful,
to have someone addicted to you.
That in and of itself
is [indistinct].
You must be on your own now.
You must stand like
a cactus in the desert
and only drink water
from your own soul.
You got bumper stickers just
falling out of your mouth.
I've got the truth
and the truth is she's far more
dangerous than those vultures.
Hmm. Ain't she though?
That should not make you smile.
[sighing] Andra...
haven't you ever gone out into
the desert and...
run into a lone wolf
or a hungry coyote
or a rattlesnake ready to strike
and for some reason
instead of running away
you wanted to run towards them?
Unfortunately, I have.
That's what
I've been trying to tell you.
I've gotten in
the snake's bed too, but...
I finally got a bite
so bloody
I couldn't move anymore.
I was left for dead.
Roadkill,
like your precious fawn.
How will I know I'd be dead
when she makes me feel so alive?
After he ripped out my earring
I stayed with him for months.
Months.
I could have died.
Dumb as a doornail.
But dumb love can be
the most brilliant.
Hey, now I'm talking
in bumper stickers.
It's not love.
[gloomy music]
Oh! [sniffles]
Henrietta.
[sighing]
Wait, what do I do?
Just let it pass through you.
That's it?
You might have a vision.
Shaman, I told you,
I'm in control of
my own visions.
Not this time.
I have to be.
You have to let it
pass through you.
It's very powerful. Just let
it do what it's supposed to do.
Vibrations are making the
inside of my skin feel weird.
[Sharman]
That means it's working.
I don't like it.
[Sharman]
You have to give in to it.
Generally, my visions
are really awesome.
I have this one mom
in the vision.
She's like a 1950s alien
with a big head and big eyes.
Only she's wearing an apron.
She's in the kitchen where
I grew up making me casseroles.
That doesn't sound so bad.
[Sharman]
But you gonna be careful.
They can take a turn.
Hi, mom. Tuna?
-Shaman.
-No ma'am, no ma'am.
-Shaman.
-What do you see?
It's like the salt
in the sea if it dried up.
Cool.
Oh, the stars just...
The stars are so pretty.
Ah!
[dream music]
[Jaymee] I can... [chuckling]
-[rain pattering]
-Wet... Raindrops?
[Sharman]
Mom, it's raining outside.
Come on in.
We'll watch, Wheel.
Oh, it's raining.
Mmm, oh, I love the water.
[mystical music]
Is it [indistinct]?
Or is that a tree?
Is it her hair or the branches?
I can't see through the rain.
[rain pattering]
Is she blowing me a kiss?
Or is that the wind?
[wind howling]
[Shaman] No, no ma'am I haven't
kissed anyone all these years
except you, like a good son.
[thunderclap]
Ah!
[laughing]
[panting]
Mommy, are you okay?
Oh!
Oh!
Help! Get me out!
I'm trying!
-I'm trying!
-Stop!
Stop!
-Henrietta!
-[intense percussive music]
[music stops]
[man's voice in distance]
Jaymee.
Jaymee.
Mmm, Henri, let me smell you.
[man's voice in distance]
It's not Henrietta.
It's Kimberly.
I thought I told you
to stay put until I got back.
[Kimberly]
How could you use me so cruelly?
You're being a baby.
[Kimberly] I'd hardly call
wanting my battery back
being a baby.
I have no heartbeat without it.
-Better off.
-[Kimberly] It?
Yeah.
[Kimberly]
It ain't nice to want something.
Well, if it's bringing you down,
then why not?
[Kimberly] How you gonna take
Henrietta to Chloride
if I'm dead?
Keys in the ignition is
nothing without my battery.
I'll hitchhike.
[Kimberly]
Honey, no one would pick you up.
Yes, somebody would, asshole.
[Kimberly] Who would want
a psycho serial killer
in this station wagon?
That's not who I am.
[Kimberly]
I got the cricket corpses.
[Kimberly] The hoppers, the
mats, the poshy-skinned bits
in my teeth to prove it.
What about that deer?
I-- I sent it to heaven.
[Kimberly]
Dead as a doornail.
Angel, I can't believe
you made me hit that baby.
How I'll recover,
I'll never know.
Murder's such unloveliness.
Afterlife.
Dumbass, I sent it to afterlife.
[Kimberly]
It don't matter.
I've seen what
you're driving done.
With my two eyes open,
you made me do it.
[screaming] Roadkill.
You're no good.
-Murderer!
-Yeah.
Well, isn't that what
all the little virgins want?
Hmm? Isn't that what gets
all their little pussies wet?
[Kimberly] No, no, baby.
That's what you want.
[Jaymee] All I want is her.
[Kimberly] Henrietta's starting
to notice that, isn't she?
I can feel it when she hops
out of the passenger seat
like it was on fire.
That's not true.
You-- you just miss her ass
in your lap.
[Kimberly]
Oh, I miss everything about her.
Not as much as you do, though.
Can't come
with anyone else, huh?
-Shaman.
-[Kimberly] Hmm.
Shaman!
Wake me up!
[Kimberly]
This is not a dream!
Shaman!
[Kimberly]
You ain't never dreamin' again.
Oh, oh!
Mmm.
[soft music]
[Jaymee grunting]
[crying]
[sniffles]
[wind howling]
[knocks on door]
Don't look at me.
I'm a nightmare.
Oh, the light's
too bright, baby.
Turn it off.
I don't know that I can.
If it comes from you,
it can leave from you.
Feel how your new face listens.
New?
Look, I just had the most...
fucked-up vision in
the history of brains,
so all I need and all
I want is you back to normal.
Okay, back to
your beautiful self. Okay?
Kiss me and we'll see--
But your face is still healing.
I want to feel, Andra.
Do you smell
the marigolds, Jaymee?
Oh, Henri.
What did I do to you?
What is that
I'm tasting in your mouth?
Blood?
It's working.
[Jaymee] What's working?
I'm tasting...
Your wound.
It's that fawn.
You ate that fawn.
Oh, come on, girl.
I'm not that psycho.
Then why does your kiss
taste like...
A hand covers a girl's mouth
and another over the throat.
All I've had is whiskey
and everything Shaman gave me.
Let the lightning come.
-[thunder rumbling]
-It's not a fawn.
It's a doe.
Doe? Tastes like blood?
Oh!
She became a doe.
The surge.
The surge, Andra.
Surge? What?
[both laughing]
I'm--
I'm sorry.
My wanting to have fun
with someone else hurt you.
With John and Stella, they were
just delusions and distractions.
To live in the surge
is to have a heart in pain.
What did Andra do to you?
My body's different now.
I felt it when we kissed.
Your sweet
just isn't my storm no more.
No, no, no.
You still love me.
You love my kisses.
Open your eyes to the nightmare.
Feel how it hurts.
Don't give it to someone else.
Feel it.
No, wait.
Even though I made you
go through it alone,
can we do mine together?
[dramatic music]
[breathes deeply]
[grunting]
[groaning in pain]
[breathing heavily]
At least we'll know we felt
each other's exact pain once.
You want me to help you?
No.
I want to feel it
for as long as I can.
No more bullshit.
No more lies.
I've always wanted
a tattoo there.
["The Velvet Hunt"
by Krystle Warren]
You want these, huh?
There, now will you stop
freaking me out?
Ah! [indistinct].
Lavender cleanse.
Getting all the scorpions out.
I'm sorry I passed out.
I should have
been here with you.
Some eyes open a little
more slowly than others.
I sent you vibes though.
You get my vibes?
I did.
[hypnotic music]
[seductive music]
[whip cracking]
[indistinct chatter]
["The Velvet Hunt"
by Krystle Warren]
[applause]
[door opens]
[engine starts]
[Henrietta]
You're so fucking crazy!
You're so fucking crazy!
[Jaymee] You keep telling
yourself that.
Are you on drugs?
Is that what it is?
-For sure, yeah.
-Are you doing that?
What are you doing?
Yeah, you're breaking my fucking
heart that's what happen!
[fast-paced guitar music]
[vehicles passing]
-[seductive music]
-[kissing]
[moaning]
-[music stops]
-[street din]
[gentle music]
Fucking pass me, motherfucker!
[female voice echoing]
Henrietta... Run!
Fucking throw yourself out
of a moving vehicle?
Real smart!
[female voice echoing]
Henrietta...
Run, sweet girl, run!
[enigmatic music]
[Henrietta]
Don't tell me [indistinct].
This is enough! It's enough!
[Jaymee]
It's so fucking obvious,
everybody in the goddamned--
-[panting]
-[suspenseful music]
So it is tonight that I will
heal the deer, she will run.
Tonight I will suck the poison
from a wounded animal
and spit it out
into the desert toilet.
I hope her poison
does not go to my heart.
I hope-- I am coyote quick
enough to get it gone
before I am her prey and victim.
I hope to the north star
she is run over by a pickup.
-[thudding]
-[screaming]
[Henrietta crying]
Oh, my God.
[Jaymee]
Should have known better.
[thunder rumbling]
Should have known better?
Than to come
so close to the road.
[sighing] But we was
the ones who killed her.
Not we.
You.
You killed her.
[female voice echoing]
Henrietta.
[Henrietta sobbing]
[female voice echoing] Run.
Henrietta, run.
Run.
Run, sweet girl. Run.
[Jaymee screaming]
You did this.
-[sizzle]
-How's that feel, huh?
[breathing heavily] Now what?
[Henrietta screaming]
[footsteps]
[door opens]
[Henrietta sobbing]
[crying]
[indistinct] baby.
I stole you.
Yes, I did.
We made it.
It's not far, anyways.
Ah!
[breathes deeply]
[enigmatic music]
-[baby crying]
-[gasp]
Oh, don't cry, little one.
Mommy didn't mean it.
I-- I know
that she made you do it.
And I know
it wasn't your fault.
You couldn't help it.
You know what will make us
feel better, little baby?
Dancing.
Let's move to make
ourselves sexy.
Here. Watch me.
[soft rock]
Mommy's a professional.
Mmm.
[soft rock]
[hypnotic tone]
[breathing heavily]
Take a good look, baby.
A good fucking look.
At me loving you.
[hypnotic tone]
-[knocks on door]
-[gasp] Oh!
Give me back my battery,
Henrietta.
It's mine.
My baby, not yours.
I know you can't see shit now,
but just FYI,
cutie pie, that's not a baby.
She's mine, and she's beautiful,
and she ain't taking
you nowhere.
I came here to take you
to the hospital, not to bail.
[chuckling] Chloride, Arizona.
That's where you want to go,
[indistinct] are there.
And Mrs. [indistinct],
that's the only people
can stand you.
Oh, sweetie, you can stand me.
You can stand me very well.
Well, I ain't gonna give you
the satisfaction of
disappearing into
that abandoned junkyard without
facing what you did to me.
I'm trying to get you fixed up.
No, you want to keep me broken.
You're wrong.
-Ah!
-Open up.
Don't you dare touch my baby.
Quit it with
this battery nonsense.
[Henrietta]
Please John, John, please, help.
-John?
-John, please, help.
Please,
don't let her steal my baby.
You with someone?
John Wayne,
true father of my baby.
[sighing]
Henrietta, you know as well as
I do that the Duke is dead.
If you could see as I do,
you'd know he'd be everywhere.
You're in the John Wayne room,
aren't you?
I had a feeling this is
where you've been running off to
after those
screwdrivers wore off.
Just pictures of
a dead celebrity
in his old motel room, honey.
[Henrietta]
It's so much more than pictures.
If you ever watched with me
or got your head out
from under
those motorcycle [indistinct],
you'd see that too.
They got a Roy Rogers room
and a Gene Autry room too,
but that don't mean
they're really here.
I am, though.
John and I would like you
to leave.
[exhaling]
Fucking odor outpost motel.
Shitty western
celebrity's graveyard.
Jackass tourists
never seen the desert before.
I hate this nostalgic stuff.
This is a ghost town, girl.
Your love is a ghost town.
My love?
Did I ever tell you
John's grandson
went to high school
with my brother?
He left his navy blue jacket
at our house once after a party.
I kept it and wear it
when I feel cold and scared.
So you see, he is here, Jaymee.
He's always here.
A ghost in a ghost town
makes you feel safe?
From those who don't dream,
they're the most dangerous
of all.
Dreaming's for suckers.
All I wanted was to go
dancing for fun,
not for work, for one night.
[uplifting music]
One night too many.
There's not a dress
that doesn't look good on me.
It's not my fault I'm so dreamy.
[sighing]
But, baby, it so clearly is.
Stella Hawk doesn't think so.
She says I got it natural.
I can't believe
you said her name.
I got lots of people
believing in me.
Don't you like
my BB bullet in you?
Girl, I got you.
I shot and I got you.
Let me see your eyelash flutter.
Let me see the blood out
your neck.
Let me roast you
and enjoy every morsel.
Dreaming's for suckers.
What does that make you?
Think of me or dinner?
I brought
your favorite lipstick, honey.
JJ...
Peachy panty parade?
[Jaymee] Let me put it on you.
And we can kiss it on
and kiss it off forever.
[exhaling]
Your favorite part,
all night long.
You're beautiful.
You always tell me, kissing is
the sweet before the storm.
You burned off my lips.
I can't kiss no more.
Sure you can.
I killed that little deer, H.
She's up in heaven
just like you wanted.
That's real nice, J, but that
don't make me pretty again.
Let me in.
It hurts.
Don't it?
Wanting something so bad
and not getting it.
Then spread your legs for me.
No.
I think I'll let you
hurt a while.
Paint my nails red, sexy lady.
[soft music]
[vehicle departs]
[Jaymee] Make them cherry,
like your lips.
And blow on them real softly.
So they don't burn
bloody anymore.
Just cherry.
Cool, like this?
[chuckling]
I love that you let me
paint them.
They're the prettiest nails
I ever saw.
How embarrassing.
Pretty ain't nothing to be
ashamed of.
If you say so.
Oh, come on, woman,
you can't tell me
those nails don't make
you feel like a million bucks.
I can't.
Because of you.
Just what I like to hear.
You're the million bucks.
Even more but I like to hear it.
No, you are.
Holding my wrench
never looked so good.
You brought your wrench
with you.
I got a couple of screws loose,
baby.
Might come in handy.
Now you'll think of me
when you work.
I always think of you.
You're the best mechanic I know.
Fixed my heart right up.
You're a sweet one.
Keep good care of those nails,
sweet one.
-[bright music]
-Won't want to hit anyone
in the face no more with
my artwork all over your hands.
Right?
You're right. I won't.
Won't want to hit anyone?
[wind howling]
You're right.
I won't.
Won't want to hit anyone,
Jaymee. Won't want to hit!
You're right.
I won't!
-[tense music]
-[grunting]
Henrietta, it's Andra.
Can I come in?
-Goddammit!
-Uh, John has got her,
[indistinct]
Don't listen to her, baby.
I'm gonna be free in a second.
I'm gonna bust out.
What you think?
Sorry, sneaky poo.
-But you leave me no choice.
-[choking]
I can't have you breaking
any more doors on my motel.
I gotta keep it sheltered
from the storm, you know?
And that girl from
the hit-and-run.
Yeah, you are right.
I knew that.
Ah! [groaning in pain]
Andra, the needle.
Give me the goddamn needle.
[Henrietta] Don't hurt her.
Please don't hurt her.
-This is for you, girly.
-Baby, come stop them.
Mmm. [laughing] [indistinct]
I know you.
You're the new bitch
who reads the poems.
I'm not new.
You know me.
[Jaymee] Oh?
Where you been?
The actual question is
where you been.
[exhaling] Ah!
-[Shaman laughing]
-[Jaymee] Daddy.
[Shaman] Hmm?
Where'd you put my inhaler?
[laughing]
You burned it bad for a laugh.
Oh, okay.
Okay, Daddy. Okay--
-[thunder rumbling]
-Hey! He's Shaman.
And he's bailing you out again.
[laughing] I know he's Shaman.
How could I forget the dude
who slips me pills behind
Vinny's vintage.
What?
-I don't do that.
-You do that?
I don't.
She's just fucked up
from the tranq.
Who knows what she's saying?
You asked me where I've been.
Where you been?
Everywhere.
[Jaymee] You some kind of slut?
Hey, Bronco. Be nice.
Andra here's
gonna heal your girl.
Oh, my girl's already fixed up.
Fixed up shut like
she should be.
Your mother wanted you
too little,
but your father
wanted you too much?
Hey, lady,
I didn't ask you for a reading.
You didn't ask for a lot of
things, but that she still steps
to separate the lizard
from her tail.
Why don't you just
grow a new one?
Ah! I'm not paying you.
I-- I have,
I have enough money, though.
Just-- just so you know,
I don't want your hands
touching mine for a reading.
I-- [sighing]
Only Henrietta touches me.
Ugh, and this guy, I guess.
Against my will.
I'm not new.
Henrietta!
Jaymee's left forearm.
Find her razor.
[emotional music]
All the stars
and all the full moon
[indistinct] fall upon us.
What the hell did she just say?
-Private territory.
-[scoffing]
Let's go. Come on.
Let's go.
Right in here.
Okay. Ups-a-daisy.
Henrietta.
It's Andra.
I know.
[indistinct]
[indistinct] breathe
for a minute.
Deep breath.
[Henrietta breathes deeply]
Oh, yes.
May I?
If you see something in my face,
what's left of it,
if you read some sort of funky
future, no, don't tell me.
What if it's good?
-It won't be.
-Oh, now you're psychic?
You ever get a face
full of battery acid?
Not literally.
Well, if you did,
you know for certain
your face wouldn't
show nothing good.
-You're still you, Henrietta.
-[thunder rumbling]
Corn on the cob.
It hurts so much to cry.
Nobody's cried as much
as I have today.
It's just a different skin.
Yeah, it's different.
Disgusting.
Embarrassing.
Humiliating.
Now I'll never get
to Vegas to dance.
Who's going to hire me
looking like this?
I'm no spring chicken, Andra.
Girls younger than me
are retiring.
Dr. Dixon will fire me, too,
and I won't even dance here
no more.
I'm the sexiest dancer
in the Mojave.
Everyone voted.
Everyone.
Now they're all going to change
their minds when they see me.
I know it.
-[emotional music]
-I just know it.
You are more than a lady
who loves roadkill.
You are more than
a lipstick lip stain.
That mirror broken
for seven years, bad fox.
The mask,
you beautiful Henrietta.
Find strength
in temporary weakness.
Nature is self-healing.
It's only our man-made mountains
of ego that destroy us.
[indistinct]
You're okay.
How do I look?
No.
Your soft soul is
full of mariposa lilies.
Quit it with the poetry, Andra.
Just tell me how I look.
I'm going to make you the most
beautiful you've ever been.
[Henrietta] No.
If you won't tell me,
then I'll just look for myself.
Henrietta, no.
Don't look. Not yet.
Andra, I have to see.
[thunder rumbling]
[dramatic music]
[screaming]
[music playing in the radio]
[Henrietta screaming
in distance]
Do you hear something?
Cat fight.
Maybe a hawk.
Don't talk to me about hawks.
Whoa, what is your deal?
Don't make me get my BB gun.
Put that shit away, man.
It is shit, isn't it?
Right.
-It's a bear hugging arms.
-[grunting]
Get off me.
You stink.
What?
Really?
Really.
Well, that's weird.
I've been taking sound baths
every day for the past month.
Every day?
Well, I've got a lot of stuff
inside that needs cleaning.
Sound baths aren't real baths.
Well, that's not
what Andra says.
She says they're better
than water, actually.
I mean,
about the atomic energies
in the waves through
the electric...
organs.
They penetrate externally
and internally.
Uh, water only penetrating
externally.
Stop saying penetrate.
Water baths are much better.
Feel as you live in
swarming [indistinct].
-[kissing]
-Shh.
-Hey!
-This is a stick-up.
Oh, please, please,
robber, don't hurt me.
Oh, I won't.
But you gotta give me
something I want.
Mmm. Anything,
just please don't hurt me.
A kiss.
Give me a kiss.
Or your kidney gets it.
You're so cheesy sometimes,
you know that?
What's that lip balm?
You don't like it?
No, it tastes like...
What is that?
I know that taste.
I know it.
Oh, what a sorry
little mystery this is.
Sandra's homemade stuff
she sells in town.
Mandarin orange.
Mandarin orange is a snack.
No, Sandra's got
a mandarin orange lip balm.
She calls it tigre
or some shit.
I had a screwdriver at dinner,
don't you remember?
Vodka and orange juice.
That's what you're tasting.
You didn't have dinner.
You told me yourself.
I had a drink before
I left to work.
That's why I wasn't hungry.
It hurt my tummy.
[gasp]
You just sliced me open?
Sandra's mandarin orange?
Stella.
You saw Stella?
I ran into her
at the liquor store.
So why do you taste like
her lip balm?
-Did you kiss her?
-What?
No, I...
She let me borrow it.
Let me go so I can go clean up
my hands.
I told you not
to hang around her.
I didn't hang around her.
I ran into her.
Now let me go.
Ow.
Oh my God, ow, ow, ow.
[gentle music]
You still have it?
The lip stuff?
Where is it?
No, all of my things.
Fucking Sandra's
mandarin orange.
Give it to me
and I'll throw it away.
No. I have an idea.
Let's have that threesome.
-Hmm?
-What?
You always wanted
a threesome, baby.
Let's do it.
-Just give it to me.
-No, no, no.
This is Stella.
I think she's up for it.
Yeah.
Isn't this what you wanted?
-Hmm?
-I don't want anyone else.
I just ran into her
and my lips were dry.
Oh, I can solve that.
Jaymee.
-Quit being a baby.
-No, no, no, no, no.
I can take a hint.
You want to spice things up?
I get it, huh?
Please, stop.
You want to spice things up.
-You wanna fuck her.
-I--
The old, sexy fuck up.
I can't take your pain, lovely.
Don't call it lovely.
It isn't lovely.
Don't call it lovely.
No.
You're lovely. You.
You wanted a threesome,
so I gave it to you.
That's what I do, baby girl.
I give you things.
Isn't it what you wanted?
Didn't I give you
what you wanted?
Why would I want this?
Because why would you talk
to Stella knowing
-what a cunt she was to me?
-[grunting]
Do not use that word.
That's what she was to me.
I don't know why you ignore it.
[sighing]
[sniffles]
You don't want me to paint.
You want me to do Zinnias on it?
Black zinnias
on the cherry roll.
Why don't you believe me?
-Of course I believe you.
-Then why?
I care about
what Stella did to you,
but rumors [indistinct].
No one even thinks about
what she said anymore.
No one cares.
And I don't care about her,
so what's the big deal...
about some lip stuff?
You know, H.
You know.
[engine rattles]
Henrietta and I used
to fuck in the water,
sometimes in the bathtub.
Wow.
That's a different
kind of clean.
Stop going to
the lustration annex.
That place is creepy.
I love the lustration.
[Jaymee] Weird alien chapel
channeling back of the brain
fuckery going down there?
It's just
a yoga mega mind detox, man.
Ugh, creepville.
Well, I wouldn't call it creepy,
being someone who...
would pour battery acid
on her love's face.
What do you know
about love's face?
You can't feel anything,
Mr. Dealer, druggie, drugs.
How could you feel love?
[exhaling]
All I meant was...
I love her so much, it hurts.
Oh. Oh.
What's that song
by Polly Panther?
"Oh, Sacred Sting,
and you I believe."
"Oh, Sacred Sting,
make me feel everything."
"Even the pain.
Yes, love's holy suffering."
"Sacred Sting,
make me feel everything."
It's a really cool song.
It's not what I meant.
Oh, I love Polly Panther.
[chuckling] Grr...
She meant the bullshit
romantic spicy love
with the sadomasochistic thing
only in her heart.
It's not bullshit.
All I'm saying is
I'm so happy I'm in pain.
[spitting]
Same thing.
Is it?
[Jaymee sighing]
Oh.
Oh, dumbass, biker graveyard.
I wouldn't touch it.
This is sacred ground, too.
Yeah, well, it needs to get
over its scrapbook crotch.
No, God!
Goddamn, you just offset the...
We gotta mind the vibe here.
The red bandana.
Well, maybe if you
bury something else
you can balance the offset.
Henrietta stitched
black thread roses on it.
It was on Shawnee Rooster's head
when she bit the dust
on Zizek's Road last May.
She's in this biker graveyard
with her bike.
[growls]
Dumbass outpost biker graveyard.
Hey, quit calling
this joint dumbass.
Looks like somebody wants to get
herself buried here, too.
You take one sound bath
and you think you got it
all figured out?
I've taken like
90 sound baths...
and I got the tinnitus
to prove it.
Shut up!
I'm getting my bandana back.
If only I had my damn wrench.
[mysterious male voice]
Bid it all on [indistinct].
-[evil laugh]
-[motorcycle engine]
Leave her bandana be.
But I really want
my bandana back.
Yeah, well, sometimes people
have to sacrifice stuff for, uh,
you know, the sake of,
uh, other stuff.
Don't tell me how to love,
Shaman.
Love? I thought we were talking
about a red bandana.
I leave you and your lame,
happy pain alone,
so butt out of mine.
Not when you melt
my friend's face off.
So I pick the food out
of my heart with snake teeth.
What? [laughs] Oh, yeah?
Well, the whole landscape
cries for you.
Hey, stop it.
Stop it.
I told you to stop it.
I just took a bath.
You are a stinky,
hippie drug dealer.
A million baths
wouldn't get you clean.
[Jaymee grunting]
I am not a drug dealer
or a druggie.
Yeah,
keep telling yourself that.
Well, I will,
'cause it's true.
Don't I know that kind of true?
Well, what do you know?
You're not even around.
Leave me alone.
What do you care?
You're starting to blend in
with the coyotes, Bronco.
I'm worried about you.
-[scoffing]
-I mean it.
Andy's bike broke down
last week, and he had come to me
to find out if you were
still fixing bikes.
I mean, how do you like that?
Your most loyal customer
doesn't even know if
you're still in business.
I mean, I don't even know.
Are you?
Business is fine.
Move into town, it'd be better.
Why? So I can hang out with you
and all your shady motel deals?
That is not
what goes down there.
Oh, better business, my butt.
Friendly convos ain't shady.
You are a drug guy.
Why do you think
they call you Shaman?
Because I help people,
make 'em feel good.
With drugs?
No, I try and help them.
I manage their issues.
The way I manage my hotel.
Fucking hospitable.
More like fucking mafia.
Mafia movies, man.
Oh, the westerns are still very
much alive out here, young lady.
[mysterious music]
Well, I wouldn't
want to be called
a shaman unless
I really was one.
I try to be.
That's all I'm saying.
It's a little offensive,
though, don't you think?
Sacrilege?
All right, why don't you just
call me by my real name, then?
I'm not calling you Buddy.
Buddy is not my real name.
Oh, yes it is.
Buddy is the name
of my cactus mouse.
Oh, yeah. [laughing]
[Shaman chuckling] Buddy, do
you know how much I love you?
It's almost time
for dinner.
We're gonna have
portobello mushrooms.
Was the name of
my cactus mouse.
Changed his name?
I lost him.
Fuck.
Buddy.
Buddy.
That's enough!
Now come on back.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, Buddy.
[whistle] Come on.
Where are you?
Come on.
It's dinner time, bud.
Buddy. Come on, boy.
Come on, boy.
Come on.
You come right now.
What?
Oh, no.
Well, he was just so damn small.
Buddy, these holes
are snake holes, Buddy.
You're not supposed to be
out here.
You're supposed to be inside.
Buddy, come on. Buddy.
Buddy.
Buddy.
Buddy!
Buddy?
Poor little bastard.
Hungry and alone out there.
What do you want from me?
I looked for him forever.
I mean, really. I looked
for him fucking everywhere.
[Shaman]
Come on. Come on.
Come on up out of there
if you're down in there.
You're down in there.
Just come on out of there.
There's a snake in there.
There's a big snake in there,
Buddy.
[crying] I'm sorry.
The place is
a damn desert, dude.
What do you expect me to do?
-I looked everywhere--
-[grunting]
[sighing]
Don't lose Andra.
She's small, too.
[Shaman] Oh, I won't lose Andra.
We are cosmically connected,
she and I.
I know where she is
all the time.
All I have to do
is think of her.
I could have used that
for my dog when I was nine.
That's a good trick.
[Shaman] Not a trick.
She's sharing
the same skin than me.
Ow.
-You had a dog?
-Hmm.
Butterfly.
[indistinct] shepherd.
A couple of eagles ate her.
She was that small?
Yeah.
You're gonna feel better.
You know,
I lived in Sedona forever,
where they got
that vortex [indistinct]
to make people feel better,
and I felt like shit my whole
life until I came here.
This place is-- it heals.
It-- This vortex is better.
[Jaymee exhaling]
Fuck this vortex.
Butterfly's dead.
Oh, come on, don't do that.
Don't do that.
-Stop doing that to yourself.
-Don't do what?
What you got in
your pocket there?
It's an eyelash, dummy.
[Shaman] Uh-huh.
From this doe I buried tonight.
I can get you another dog,
no problem.
What? What did you think I was
gonna pull out of my pocket?
Oh, stop it.
Oh, don't do that.
Wear and tear from bike work,
that's all.
Sure.
Whatever.
Believe whatever.
I'm gonna tell you again.
I can get you another dog,
no problem.
I don't need a pity pup,
but thanks.
I got my truck.
He's all the children I need.
Yeah, well,
your truck is pretty cool.
Yeah.
Kimberly's the best.
-Kimberly?
-Fuck you,
I know what you're gonna say.
You named your truck
after your dad?
Fuck you.
Do you know how totally
messed up that is?
Oh, I'm messed up.
Out of the two of us.
It's me.
Tried your water bath, and...
I think it's time for you
to try something else.
No way, I'm not doing one
of your sound baths.
We could do it right here.
It'll clean out
all your insides.
No way some fake healer freak's
gonna know how to clean me.
I guess those button pills
didn't do much to you, did they?
Button?
You gave me peyote.
I'm not just trying to get
that noggin to have a little
realization of its own
nature or something.
What?
You know how much mess
my dad and I used to do?
I'm immune, man.
Nobody's immune.
Oh, or you thought
I was gonna see some shit, huh?
Oh, see the error of my...
whatever.
Okay, stop that.
Just stop it.
-You know, you know--
-All right.
But also, how dare you?
I'm in charge of my own vision.
Then how come
it's so dark in there?
You're not a shaman, buddy.
[echoing]
I just wanted you to get better.
Peyote is spiritual.
You should not have given it
to me without me agreeing to it.
Now you're spiritual?
About that, yeah.
I didn't know what else to do.
It was like a last resort.
I thought
we were gonna lose you.
The way you keep doing
what you were doing,
I mean, Henrietta--
[echoing]
You freaked us out, you know.
-Shaman.
-[Shaman] What?
Turn-- turn off the TV, please.
[Shaman] No, not until after
you have a sound bath.
You're gonna feel
better afterwards.
It's like after making love.
Okay.
[dramatic music]
[thunder rumbling]
I won't ever be able to get
my face out of my head.
Oh, it's so much worse than
I could have ever imagined.
No more dreaming now,
only nightmares.
You're gorgeous being
this [indistinct].
Thank you.
But I'd really prefer for you
to face my face with me.
You feel this cool?
It's gonna make
the red skin go to pink,
then back to what you want.
Where'd you get it?
It's not some witchy potion,
is it?
You think I'm a witch?
-Maybe.
-What do you know about witches?
That you're the nice kind.
I'm gonna go.
No, no.
It feels good.
It's aloe from
the Eagle Mountains.
I cut it just for you.
[soft music]
You-- you're putting
mountain on my face?
A plant from a mountain range.
No, no, no, no, no.
Take it off, please.
-Take it off.
-Henrietta!
It was working quite well.
It's in the purest
form possible.
I'm too wild. My life
can't take any more wild.
-My face can't--
-Nature is wild.
But it's also our mother,
our friend.
I've seen that
on bumper stickers.
Because it's true.
Mm, yeah.
The aloe is calming
your skin's fire.
You're the one
who started it up again.
Mm-hmm.
Nature ain't always cooling.
No, not always.
[Henrietta] Jay and I were
driving home tonight
from dancing.
We were fighting and...
didn't see a fawn
come out onto the highway.
She hit her.
We hit her.
Pretty girl of a fawn,
fresh young thing for true.
I know fawns can be boys, too,
but I could tell she was a girl.
Her spots like beauty marks
quivering for what
the night might bring.
Braving that road.
Looking for something more.
No matter how small she was.
Just a girl out enjoying the
scent of the sage on her skin.
A bunch of vultures
wanted to eat her.
Funny, in the movies,
they always come out
when the sun's beating down
on someone dying of thirst.
But here they were, snapping
at her like they got off
on her eyes being wide open
to her own murder.
Like they wanted to see her
eat her own heart.
I wanted to save her.
Shut her eyes closed
so she'd just go to sleep
instead of die, but Jaymee...
Jaymee said...
[Jaymee] Should've known better.
Should've known better?
Than to come so close
to the road.
But we was the ones
who killed her.
Not we.
You. You killed her.
Can you believe it?
Wasn't even behind the wheel.
And she thought it was me.
Maybe it was me who hurt her.
But then maybe it was me who
was lying there on the road,
wishing I could've known better.
Should've known better.
And we just kept fighting.
We just kept fighting
and that fawn saw it all.
Barely lived her own life
and she heard it all
as she bled out.
Maybe it was me
who hurt her, Andra.
You were attacked too.
But to be left there
eaten by vultures.
Or worse, by yourself.
John would've shot those
evil birds between the eyes
and then carried
and married that sick girl.
So is Shaman your John Wayne?
Something like that.
I knew it.
Every time I see you two
together I can see
little red hearts just
floating around your head.
That's what it looks like, huh?
Yep.
Is that what it feels like?
When we're honest
with each other.
Really?
Honesty's always fudged up
the romance for me.
But not the love.
I wish I knew what you meant.
Oh, that smells awful.
Calendula oil.
Cleans and prevents infection.
Calendula.
-Like marigolds?
-Uh-huh.
[gentle music]
John, Andra brought me flowers.
They stink
but they're very pretty.
He played villains too,
you know.
[Henrietta] I know.
Still seems like
a good guy, though.
Careful.
Henrietta?
[Henrietta] I guess
that'll teach that fella
not to pull an ace
out of his sleeve.
A fella?
What fella?
[echoing]
I don't like branding.
It hurts in the wrong place.
Oh no, find your mind.
Henrietta, find your mind.
[echoing] Well, I finally found
a way to put my arm around you
without getting my face slapped.
I'm putting in what I got coming
to me and setting in here.
Henrietta, come back to me.
[echoing]
When it comes to choosing sides,
[indistinct]
or not so good.
-[Andra] Come back now!
-[thunder rumbling]
Oh, Andra, can't you feel
him in this room?
His masculinity, his protection.
Well, I definitely feel you
feeling him.
Oh, I'm through with girls,
Andra.
It's just John.
Now, hold on a minute.
Girls are terrible
to each other.
I want a man.
I want a cowboy.
I don't ever want to leave
this room.
He's all I need.
Oh, I said that once,
but it wasn't true.
It's never true.
Never?
Oh, come on.
You know it never is.
Not everybody knows
everything like you do.
I don't know everything.
You seem like you do.
I just went through it.
Believe it or not,
other souls have gone through
the same sort of pain
you're going through.
Really?
You see this scar?
Where my ex-husband ripped out
my piercing.
Andra, how awful.
Can't hear very well in
this ear because of him.
Screwed up some nerves.
Why did he rip it out?
[scoffing]
He did not understand
why I am the way that I am.
Didn't like me being witchy,
as you call it.
I'm sorry I said that.
I've learned to listen with
my entire body, you understand?
Your new face will learn
something similar.
It'll know not everything,
but enough.
I'll make sure of that.
How will I know when it knows?
I'm not sure
it's different for everybody.
When did you know that
your whole body could listen?
It felt like lightning
but coming from inside my body,
but I was alone in the river.
There was no rain
and no thunder, just me and...
Surge.
Besides, we're never really
alone, especially in the desert.
You mean we're surrounded
by our angels?
Uh, sure, why not?
Oh, thank you
for this reconstruction, Andra.
You're the angel.
Who's your angel?
-What do you mean?
-Well, the Shaman is
your John Wayne,
who's your Andra?
Who comes when you need
calendula and aloe?
Oh, well, Mother Nature,
I suppose, but mostly myself.
I admire you so much.
Like I said before, you just
have to learn how to listen.
I'm all ears.
Did you hear me
when I called out to you earlier
tonight before
all this happened?
[suspenseful music]
[Andra echoing] Henrietta!
[Andra echoing] Henrietta!
Don't call out my name
like that.
I didn't call out anything.
I just heard you.
You said Henrietta!
With exclamation points
and everything.
I've got no more
exclamation points for you.
You need to end it with Jaymee.
I did.
I got the baby
and now she's gone.
You should report it
to the police.
Shaman and John can't
protect you from her forever.
They don't have to.
I know what it's like
to be considered beautiful,
to have someone addicted to you.
That in and of itself
is [indistinct].
You must be on your own now.
You must stand like
a cactus in the desert
and only drink water
from your own soul.
You got bumper stickers just
falling out of your mouth.
I've got the truth
and the truth is she's far more
dangerous than those vultures.
Hmm. Ain't she though?
That should not make you smile.
[sighing] Andra...
haven't you ever gone out into
the desert and...
run into a lone wolf
or a hungry coyote
or a rattlesnake ready to strike
and for some reason
instead of running away
you wanted to run towards them?
Unfortunately, I have.
That's what
I've been trying to tell you.
I've gotten in
the snake's bed too, but...
I finally got a bite
so bloody
I couldn't move anymore.
I was left for dead.
Roadkill,
like your precious fawn.
How will I know I'd be dead
when she makes me feel so alive?
After he ripped out my earring
I stayed with him for months.
Months.
I could have died.
Dumb as a doornail.
But dumb love can be
the most brilliant.
Hey, now I'm talking
in bumper stickers.
It's not love.
[gloomy music]
Oh! [sniffles]
Henrietta.
[sighing]
Wait, what do I do?
Just let it pass through you.
That's it?
You might have a vision.
Shaman, I told you,
I'm in control of
my own visions.
Not this time.
I have to be.
You have to let it
pass through you.
It's very powerful. Just let
it do what it's supposed to do.
Vibrations are making the
inside of my skin feel weird.
[Sharman]
That means it's working.
I don't like it.
[Sharman]
You have to give in to it.
Generally, my visions
are really awesome.
I have this one mom
in the vision.
She's like a 1950s alien
with a big head and big eyes.
Only she's wearing an apron.
She's in the kitchen where
I grew up making me casseroles.
That doesn't sound so bad.
[Sharman]
But you gonna be careful.
They can take a turn.
Hi, mom. Tuna?
-Shaman.
-No ma'am, no ma'am.
-Shaman.
-What do you see?
It's like the salt
in the sea if it dried up.
Cool.
Oh, the stars just...
The stars are so pretty.
Ah!
[dream music]
[Jaymee] I can... [chuckling]
-[rain pattering]
-Wet... Raindrops?
[Sharman]
Mom, it's raining outside.
Come on in.
We'll watch, Wheel.
Oh, it's raining.
Mmm, oh, I love the water.
[mystical music]
Is it [indistinct]?
Or is that a tree?
Is it her hair or the branches?
I can't see through the rain.
[rain pattering]
Is she blowing me a kiss?
Or is that the wind?
[wind howling]
[Shaman] No, no ma'am I haven't
kissed anyone all these years
except you, like a good son.
[thunderclap]
Ah!
[laughing]
[panting]
Mommy, are you okay?
Oh!
Oh!
Help! Get me out!
I'm trying!
-I'm trying!
-Stop!
Stop!
-Henrietta!
-[intense percussive music]
[music stops]
[man's voice in distance]
Jaymee.
Jaymee.
Mmm, Henri, let me smell you.
[man's voice in distance]
It's not Henrietta.
It's Kimberly.
I thought I told you
to stay put until I got back.
[Kimberly]
How could you use me so cruelly?
You're being a baby.
[Kimberly] I'd hardly call
wanting my battery back
being a baby.
I have no heartbeat without it.
-Better off.
-[Kimberly] It?
Yeah.
[Kimberly]
It ain't nice to want something.
Well, if it's bringing you down,
then why not?
[Kimberly] How you gonna take
Henrietta to Chloride
if I'm dead?
Keys in the ignition is
nothing without my battery.
I'll hitchhike.
[Kimberly]
Honey, no one would pick you up.
Yes, somebody would, asshole.
[Kimberly] Who would want
a psycho serial killer
in this station wagon?
That's not who I am.
[Kimberly]
I got the cricket corpses.
[Kimberly] The hoppers, the
mats, the poshy-skinned bits
in my teeth to prove it.
What about that deer?
I-- I sent it to heaven.
[Kimberly]
Dead as a doornail.
Angel, I can't believe
you made me hit that baby.
How I'll recover,
I'll never know.
Murder's such unloveliness.
Afterlife.
Dumbass, I sent it to afterlife.
[Kimberly]
It don't matter.
I've seen what
you're driving done.
With my two eyes open,
you made me do it.
[screaming] Roadkill.
You're no good.
-Murderer!
-Yeah.
Well, isn't that what
all the little virgins want?
Hmm? Isn't that what gets
all their little pussies wet?
[Kimberly] No, no, baby.
That's what you want.
[Jaymee] All I want is her.
[Kimberly] Henrietta's starting
to notice that, isn't she?
I can feel it when she hops
out of the passenger seat
like it was on fire.
That's not true.
You-- you just miss her ass
in your lap.
[Kimberly]
Oh, I miss everything about her.
Not as much as you do, though.
Can't come
with anyone else, huh?
-Shaman.
-[Kimberly] Hmm.
Shaman!
Wake me up!
[Kimberly]
This is not a dream!
Shaman!
[Kimberly]
You ain't never dreamin' again.
Oh, oh!
Mmm.
[soft music]
[Jaymee grunting]
[crying]
[sniffles]
[wind howling]
[knocks on door]
Don't look at me.
I'm a nightmare.
Oh, the light's
too bright, baby.
Turn it off.
I don't know that I can.
If it comes from you,
it can leave from you.
Feel how your new face listens.
New?
Look, I just had the most...
fucked-up vision in
the history of brains,
so all I need and all
I want is you back to normal.
Okay, back to
your beautiful self. Okay?
Kiss me and we'll see--
But your face is still healing.
I want to feel, Andra.
Do you smell
the marigolds, Jaymee?
Oh, Henri.
What did I do to you?
What is that
I'm tasting in your mouth?
Blood?
It's working.
[Jaymee] What's working?
I'm tasting...
Your wound.
It's that fawn.
You ate that fawn.
Oh, come on, girl.
I'm not that psycho.
Then why does your kiss
taste like...
A hand covers a girl's mouth
and another over the throat.
All I've had is whiskey
and everything Shaman gave me.
Let the lightning come.
-[thunder rumbling]
-It's not a fawn.
It's a doe.
Doe? Tastes like blood?
Oh!
She became a doe.
The surge.
The surge, Andra.
Surge? What?
[both laughing]
I'm--
I'm sorry.
My wanting to have fun
with someone else hurt you.
With John and Stella, they were
just delusions and distractions.
To live in the surge
is to have a heart in pain.
What did Andra do to you?
My body's different now.
I felt it when we kissed.
Your sweet
just isn't my storm no more.
No, no, no.
You still love me.
You love my kisses.
Open your eyes to the nightmare.
Feel how it hurts.
Don't give it to someone else.
Feel it.
No, wait.
Even though I made you
go through it alone,
can we do mine together?
[dramatic music]
[breathes deeply]
[grunting]
[groaning in pain]
[breathing heavily]
At least we'll know we felt
each other's exact pain once.
You want me to help you?
No.
I want to feel it
for as long as I can.
No more bullshit.
No more lies.
I've always wanted
a tattoo there.
["The Velvet Hunt"
by Krystle Warren]
You want these, huh?
There, now will you stop
freaking me out?
Ah! [indistinct].
Lavender cleanse.
Getting all the scorpions out.
I'm sorry I passed out.
I should have
been here with you.
Some eyes open a little
more slowly than others.
I sent you vibes though.
You get my vibes?
I did.