Americana (2023)

[bunniefuu]

What The f*ck you wearing?

Ceremonial headband.

Why are you wearing a ceremonial headband?

I'm the reincarnation of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota w*r Chief.

I returned to your world to lead my band

warriors into battle once again.

Man, cut that sh*t out!

It's offensive!

I did it!

I f*cking did it!

Grab your sh*t!

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

b*tch'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 f*ck am I supposed to say to

that?

Yeah.

Go to the Whitley's house!

f*ck!

Where is she?

Hey, sh*t 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 b*tch 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 sh*t 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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-r*pes.

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.

sh*t, 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 f*cking now.

I'm thinking how a million dollars sounds

like a f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking ghost shirt.

A cricket?

The f*ck... 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 f*cking 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 f*cking treaties because

of the gold, and the Lakota

are left with f*cking 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 w*r to end all wars.

The ghost shirt.

Didn't they think these shirts would stop

the white man's b*ll*ts?

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, sh*t!

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 f*ck?

Jesus, what the f*ck?

I regret to have farmed you, my bandit

friend.

And you're being screwed.

A big, veiny c*ck in your a*s.

That b*tch was nimble, man.

So that's it, huh?

Nice.

Dude, I'm planning on walking around with

the m*rder weapon.

Go start the car.

Yo, Dee, see her?

Start the car!

Hey.

Just how much is that f*cking thing worth?

Yeah.

Whose a*s is getting f*cked 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 g*dd*mn

Indian burial ground in Trump.

This is bad, man.

This is so bad.

f*cking hell.

Hey.

Pack your sh*t, we're leaving the state.

Pack my sh*t, 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!

f*ck, Mandy!

Just shut your hole and get the packing,

okay?

Okay?

Are you packed?

For what?

Of course, absolutely.

For what?

You like Indian sh*t, right?

Okay.

Check it out.

What the f*ck, 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 f*cking

now!

No, I'm tired.

f*ck!

Sometimes I wish I was q*eer, you know

that?

And I wouldn't have to put up with a dumb

f*cking bra just to get my nut off.

I mean, what is it exactly?

Biology?

Psychology?

Does just having a fetid f*cking 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 w*r 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 f*ck, 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 c**ts, good riddance,

m*therf*cker's sh*t.

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 m*therf*cker.

Roy Lee Dean.

Stolen ghost shirt.

Big Fun Dave m*rder.

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 m*therf*cking Marx.

Come on.

See the little sh*t knows some sh*t.

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 m*therf*cking 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 k*ll is up there

in terms of rappers.

Ghost?

Dog?

Yeah.

The Force Whitaker.

A lot of black g*ng 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 sh*t like that?

I can speak with you, Hank.

You still seem to know the old ways.

Hey, do you pull this red-faced miserable

sh*t 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 f*ck 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 sh*t.

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 sh*t.

Look, I get it.

My childhood was a sh*t 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 m*therf*cking sh*t

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.

m*therf*cker.

Ah, it's just as well.

All this modern technology and political

retake.

sh*t, 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 sh**t 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 f*cking 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.

f*ck you.

sh**t me.

f*ck, 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 g*n 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 f*cking 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 a*s 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 f*cking dead.

Look, I didn't mean to k*ll him.

Look, lady, I don't give a sh*t,

all right?

As a matter of fact, I don't give a sh*t

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.

f*ck, 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 f*ck is he doing here?

Dad, this son of a b*tch 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 f*ck?

They must want our women.

No, man.

They want the f*cking shirt.

What shirt?

The f*cking 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 g*ns 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 sh**ting at us.

f*ck you.

I don't think so, sweetheart.

Not on my watch.

Go!

Go!

Hurry!

What do you think you're doing?

What the f*ck are you doing?

How do you commit it?

Oh, f*ck off!

Oh, sh**t it!

It won't sh**t!

Oh, f*ck off!

It won't sh**t!

It won't sh**t!

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 b*tch's stepson.

I didn't want to come to this f*cked up

little house on the prairie.

Whatever this is.

Open the g*dd*mn 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 w*r 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 f*cked 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 g*dd*mn m*rder spree.

So I'm not to be f*cked 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 f*cking

get me with a shirt, okay?

Let me and my family keep the b*stard's

money.

We're in win and we all get the f*ck out

of dodge.

All right, you got yourself a deal.

Good.

Now send in the boy, and we'll all wait

patiently for Mr. f*ck 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 f*cking 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 as*h*le

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.

f*ck 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 f*ck do I know you won't

sh**t 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

g*dd*mn 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 sh**t the f*cking b*stard!

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 f*ck away.

That wasn't our deal!

Yeah, now there was an armed g*nman hiding

in your f*cking trunk.

f*ck.

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

f*ck.

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.

f*ck the alcohol, boy.

Oh!

I'm the reincarnation of Siddharth,

the great Dakota w*r 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 sh*t to stand

your ground.

Let's have it out, right now.

f*ck.

Don't wonder who you are.

The f*cking waitress is here?

Big g*n down, huh?

f*ck 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.