All language subtitles for Amdffdfdsana (2023)

Ondertitels door Mister Bee
Bart Besems

The kid's a fucking weirdo.

He's always saying weird shit.

Jesus, Dillon.
He's just a kid!

He's got a big imagination.

I mean, why is he even
living here anyway?

Because he's my little brother

and he doesn't have
anywhere else to go.

So I have to be the one to
keep a roof over his head?

Oh, poor you.

I'm sure the overhead
of this grand estate...

Jesus fuck, Mandy.

...is such a terrible
fucking burden.

Asshole.

If you ain't outta
this town in 24 hours,

you'll be carried out.

What the fuck you wearing?

Ceremonial headband.

Why are you wearing a
ceremonial headband?

I'm the reincarnation
of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

I've returned to your world

to lead my band of warriors
into battle once again.

Man, cut that shit
out. It's offensive.

He hates me. He
hates all of us.

Just because we're Indians.

Why? What's wrong
with us? Are we evil?

What are you going to do?

I'm still an Indian.

Like my father before
me, my son is my honor.

I go now to my enemy's house

to hurl the arrow
of war at his feet.

I did it. I fucking did it!

Okay. Grab your shit.

I got his keys. I got
his cell. We gotta go.

You listening to
me? We gotta go.

Hey, listen. We gotta scram

before somebody
calls in the Sheriff.

Listen to me.

I just smashed that son of a
bitch's head in. All right?

Let's go!

I can't go.

My people need me.

I am your people,
numb nuts. Come on.

Calvin, listen to me.

This isn't one of your
cowboy movies, Calvin.

This is real life.
Get in the car.

Hey. Hey!

Jesus. Okay, I hear
you. Put that down.

Fuck.

Calvin, I am begging you.

Please do not make
me leave you here.

Get in the car!

I am the reincarnation
of Sitting Bull.

Yeah, I know what you are...

But we still 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 gonna get us out of
here. For real. I promise.

My home is here in
the Great Spirit.

What the fuck am I
supposed to say to that?

Go to the Whitley's house.

Fuck!

God damn it! Fuck!

Oh, that bitch.

Where is she?

Did she take my fucking car?

Fucking hell. Hey, knock it off.

You little shit!

Motherfucker.

Hey, shit for brains.
I said knock it off.

God damn it. Are you going
to make me come over there

and shoot your ass?

Yeah.

♪ There's no stronger wind
Than the one that blows ♪

♪ Down A lonesome
railroad line ♪

♪ No prettier sight
Than looking back ♪

♪ On a town you left behind ♪

♪ But there's nothing
That's as real ♪

♪ As a love that's in my mind ♪

♪ Close your eyes I'll
be here in the morning ♪

♪ Close your eyes... ♪

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.

I'm 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, they...

People ought to... Oh.

Oh, gosh. Happy... 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.

Brittany Gable.

Will you marry me?

How was it? Wha...
What do you think?

I... think it sounds... nice.

You think I should
ask her today?

W-Well, it's not
really... for me to say.

Well, sure it is.

Uh... I'm... I'm
just a waitress.

I-I-I don't... I
don't... really know you.

Oh. Lefty Ledbetter.

Sure, you do. I come
in here every day.

You know how I like my eggs.

Order up.

How I like my coffee.

My girlfriend doesn't
even know that.

How long have you...
two... been together?

About two weeks.

We're having lunch today.

I was thinking of asking her
to marry me after dessert.

Order up.

Well, I-I hope
it... goes well.

Hmm.

M-Maybe you should...
work a little... more

on memorizing your... speech,

so you don't have to
use the index cards.

Good idea.

Good thinking.

I... I'm sorry.

Yeah.

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.

I'm not a member 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 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.

Will you marry me?

Lefty, this is,
like, our third date.

Uh, fourth.

But we also had
lunch last Tuesday.

Don't you love me?

Hi, Brittany.

-Robert. Diana. Good afternoon.
-Hi.

-Congratulations.
-Oh.

-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.

Um, let me take you
home. I'll get your bag.

No, that's okay. I
can call a friend.

No, you don't...

Hey, 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.

That's four just now.

I don't think we should
see each other again.

Hey, Debbie, it's me.
Can I ask you a favor?

Yeah, that is four.

Warm up?

Thank you.

Hey, uh, has he seen me?

Write this down.

I don't want you
to screw this up.

No, I-I don't think so.

Real money.

Thank God. Son of a
bitch would rat me out.

I don't have permission to be
out of the house right now.

-I think he's... leaving.
-All right.

-Mm-hmm.
-One sec.

Uh, he's... he's leaving.

You can take the...
door out back

through the...
kitchen if you want.

You're real sweet. Thank you.

Order here.

♪ I don't want to
Hear a love song ♪

♪ I got on this
airplane Just to fly ♪

♪ And I know there's
life Below me ♪

♪ But all that you can show me
Is the prairie and the sky ♪

Hello, darlin'. Are
you a member or guest?

Let's say she's my
guest, Wim. Yeah.

Can we get two beers on my tab?

If that's okay with you.

Sure... It is.

Yeah?

All right, then.

-How'd the... proposal go?
-Not great.

W-W-Wait.

Shouldn't you... u-use
your other... hand?

Why?

Well, your... name.

Lefty. Yeah, it's my birth name.

Lefty Gabriel Ledbetter.
It's on my birth certificate.

But you're right... handed?

Uh-huh. Always have been.

Yeah.

It's poor equilibrium.

You... don't seem drunk.

I'm not. Brain injury.

I was driving transport
outside Kabul.

I hit an IED. 0300 hours.

Here.

Go on, you can feel
the scar. I don't mind.

Oh. Okay, I... guess.

That's a... big scar.

Yeah, it's noticeable.

They had to split my
head open to get inside.

I consider myself
lucky, you know.

They didn't find anything.

Yeah, that's a joke.

You have a nice laugh.

Thank you.

I like your voice, too.

N-N-No, you don't. No one
wants to hear my... s-stammer.

Well, I like it.

Or 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.

At... least you're honest.

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.

Old Wim says he can't
even tell the difference.

Deep thinking's overrated.

I think... d-deep shit
all the time and...

look where it's gotten me.

You just swore. You
said a curse word.

I'm off the... clock.

I can say whatever
the... fuck I want.

Well, all right then.

May I buy you another round?

Yes, you... may.

All right.

Hey, Wim. How about two more?

Well, look what
the cat dragged in.

Do you have any idea
what time it is?

I w-was... trying to be quiet.

I-I-I don't wanna h-h-hear it.

I'm trying to s-sleep.

I... I'm...

sorry.

Then get your sorry ass in bed.

Some of us gotta
work in the morning.

One more day until
the weekend, Frenchie.

They say it might rain.

Of course, they say a lot
of things, don't they?

Hey, I got you.

Penny Jo?

I-I thought these... could use a
little... little more sunlight.

Well, hi... hi there.

Hello.

Do you have a m-minute?

Sure, I do. Yes.

Okay, good. 'Cause, um...

I've got a... really dumb idea
I'd like to... run by you.

Sure. Uh, let's...

I think... something's
gonna... go down

at the diner at 4:00 today.

You're late.

Actually, I'm not. 3:59.

We should have done
this in private.

Sorry, pal.

You think I'm stupid enough to
meet you in a private location?

Have we ordered yet?

No, we're waiting for you.

Which doesn't mean I'm late.

Can I get you fellas
something to eat?

I guess I'll take a BLT
with fries and a Coke.

And, um... how
about you... two?

Maybe you should come
back in a minute.

I think they're having...

a staring contest.

I'll have a cheeseburger,
well done, side of fries

and whatever's good
on tap. And you?

Oh, are we eating? I guess
I'm not late after all.

Look, if you wanna
turn this into

some kind of Pat Garrett and
Billy the Kid type situation,

please do so,

'cause I've been
wanting to do that

pretty much my
entire fucking life.

Hmm?

I'll have a Cobb salad with
balsamic vinaigrette on the side

and just an ice water to drink.

I'm trying to watch
my girlish figure.

And how about you, hon?

Um, I'll have the Cobb salad

with balsamic
vinaigrette on the side.

Perfect.

Okay, so... there's this
artifact I got my eye on.

Now it'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 in
a private collection

and the owner claims
it's not for sale.

But if someone were
to make an effort

to liberate that garment,

I would pay...

...six grand. Flat rate.
Straight cash. One time offer.

Why do you want it?

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 thug if pushed.

Okay.

Ten grand.

Dillon, come on.

He wants pros, he
can pay pro rates.

Ten.

You better be as good as
Kip Blanchard says you are.

Buddy, I'm better.

All right. Ten it
is. Congratulations.

Be right back. Oh... sorry.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Okay, the current owner's
name is Pendleton Duvall.

He likes to spend
his weekends hosting

high culture dinner parties
deep into the night.

So, guests but no alarm.

Think you can handle that?

Take a wild guess.

Excuse me.

Shit, I gotta get this. Give
me one second, gentlemen.

Hello?

Yeah. Hey. What's up, amigo?

Order here.

Sorry, Hank.

Order up.

Hey. Good timing,
hombre. Uh-huh.

Yeah. Well, um...

I should have the ghost shirt...

I don't 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
type of guarantee.

Gotta be honest with you,

you're not the only
interested party here.

And with the ghost
shirt being what it is

and me being who I am...

you're gonna need to present
me with a nice, juicy number

right about fucking now.

I'm thinking half
a million dollars

sounds like a fucking peach.

Uh-huh. Congratulations,
my friend.

You are currently
in first position.

I'll let you know when and
where to make the exchange.

Half a... million
dollars. Really?

That's what the man said.

So, I... guess that's... that.

They aren't just... gonna give
us the artifact, you know.

What are you gonna
do with the m-m-money

when we get it?

You know, I don't
really need it.

You should... You
should keep it.

Oh, you... don't
have to do that.

I already got everything
I need, really.

Good food, good beer.

Uh, good company, you know.

I... bet they have all
that in... Nashville.

-Nash... Nashville?
-Mm-hmm.

Once we get the... artifact,

I'm gonna... sell it
for the... big bucks

and go there to...
sing professionally.

Sing profe... I didn't
know you were a singer.

Nobody does.

-I'm a hidden... gem.
-Wow.

-What kinda songs do you sing?
-Mmm.

Cheating songs. Drinking
songs. Hurting songs.

You sing country music?

What other kinda...
music is there?

Yup.

Wow.

Could you sing one
of your songs for me?

Uh... n-n-no.

I-I-I'd be... be too nervous
to sing in front of you.

Well, then how are you
gonna sing professionally?

W-We'll cross that...
bridge when we get there.

Do you, uh... Do you write
any of your own songs?

Um... Mm-hmm.

-About... 43 of them.
-Forty...

That's a whole lot.

Yeah, but I-I... think only
about four of them are any good.

Mmm.

I also kn-know all the
songs of m-my heroes.

Yeah. Who are they?

Dolly... Parton.

Loretta Lynn.

Tanya... Tucker.

Tammy... Wynette.

Dolly... Parton. Emmylou...

You said Dolly Parton twice.

God... damn right I... did.

I don't know how
anybody could...

live in this...
world without music.

Hey, you know, I've...

I've heard that Nashville's
a real nice city.

♪ I'll need time ♪

Do you know how to... two-step?

No. No, I'm afraid I don't.

How about you?

Not really.

But if we're going to...
Nashville, we'd... better learn.

How do you... How do
you expect we do that?

♪ 'Til I get used
to Losing you ♪

Yeah. Come on.

♪ Let me keep on using you ♪

How do... Oh.

Go like...

♪ I'll get by ♪

One step.

♪ But no matter how I try ♪

♪ There'll be times
You know I'll call ♪

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 bores.

But it does beg the question,

why does America, with all
this violence and toxicity

and problematic history,

produce more artistic geniuses
than any other fucking country?

Well, maybe it's not
that they create...

Thanks, Mumbles.
I'll tell you why.

Okay.

It's because what
Americans imagine

takes precedence
over what is real.

Hmm? 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.

A Lakota Indian ghost shirt.

Hello? A fucking ghost shirt.

Crickets? The fuck?

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Once upon a time, the
Lakota Indian controlled

all of this land that we
are currently on right now.

I mean, every
fucking inch of it.

Until one day that one little
raggedy prospector finds gold

in them thar black hills
and, well, long story short,

things turn a bit genocidal.

So, the Lakota lose
the rest of their land.

All their bison is gone.
They lose their independence.

The government tears up
all their fucking treaties

because of the gold,

and the Lakota are left
with fucking nothing.

I mean, they are bereft, yo.

In that vacuum, a new
religion starts to spread

through Indian territory.

It takes hold.

It's a religion based
on one simple idea.

That Jesus Christ...

Oh, he's a little pissed
off, and he's coming back.

But the Lakota...

They didn't just think that
Jesus Christ was coming back.

No, they thought that Jesus
Christ was coming back

on a mission to
remove the white man

from this, their sacred land.

And what would keep them safe

during this war to end all wars?

Yeah. The ghost shirt.

Hmm.

Excuse me.

This is fascinating, Pendleton.

Hold up.

Didn't they think these shirts

would stop the
white man's bullets?

Yes, indeed they did.

And for the Lakota, believing
that they were invincible

was, of course,
the next best thing

to actually being invincible.

So feel free to look closer.

You should see this
in the morning.

Hmm.

With the sunlight.

I'm guessing we should go?

Oh!

Oh, shit.

Hey! Slow down.

Oh, hey, hey, hey. Hey.

I'm going to assume that you
possess the capacity to reason.

As it stands, I have
a great deal of money.

Therefore... Therefore,
I propose we talk. Hmm?

He's right. It's
just a fucking shirt.

Don't shoot!

Wait. How much are
they paying you?

200,000? 300. I can top that.

Ten grand.

Split two ways.

Ten grand?

Fucking Jesus.

You fucking...

I regret to inform you,
my bandit friend...

that you are being screwed.

A big, veiny cock in your ass.

That bitch was nimble, man.

So that's it, huh?

Nice.

Dude.

You weren't planning on walking
around with the murder weapon?

Go start the car.

Yo, D. See her?

Start the car.

Hey.

Just how much is that
fucking thing worth?

Yeah. Whose ass is
getting fucked now?

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Give me a sec, okay?

Probably just something I ate.

Fuck.

First we kill a house
full of innocent people.

Now we're driving around

with a goddamn Indian
burial ground in the trunk.

This is bad, man.

This is so bad.

Fucking hell.

Hey.

Pack your shit. We're
leaving the state.

Pack my shit. Why?

I'm like, three, maybe
just four hours away.

I'll tell you more
when I get there.

But let's just say your life's
gonna be all rose petals

and scented candles
from this day forward.

I hate scented candles.

Then no candles.

Jesus. Fuck, Mandy.

Just shut your hole and
get to packing, okay?

Huh.

Let's get outta here!

You packed?

For what?

Of course. Absolutely. For what?

You like Indian shit, right?

Check it out.

Weird little fucking brother.

What the fuck, Mandy?

I told you we had
to leave the state.

You leave the state.
I'm going back to sleep.

God damn it!

I got, like, a million-dollar
artifact in the trunk of my car.

Mm-hmm.

Mandy, we gotta leave,
like, right fucking now.

No, I'm tired.

Fuck.

Sometimes I wish I was
queer. You know that?

Then I wouldn't have to put
up with a dumb fucking broad

just to get my nut off.

I mean, what is it exactly?

Biology?

Psychology?

Does just having a fetid
fucking gash between your legs

automatically render you
incapable of rational thought?

I have a plan.

If everything goes the
way it's supposed to,

I'm gonna get us out of here.

For real. I promise.

My home is here in
the Great Spirit.

I think I know who... that is.

She took my fucking car.

Fucking hell.

Hey, knock it off.

God damn it.

Are you gonna make me come
over there and shoot your ass?

I am the reincarnation
of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

♪ I love me some commas But
love my community more ♪

♪ Grew me some braids ♪

♪ Beat me some odds ♪

♪ But trust me It left
me with so many scars ♪

♪ I'm painting a picture ♪

♪ He tell me to get it
I'm with it, I'm gone ♪

♪ Like, what is you on? ♪

♪ Been grinding so long ♪

♪ I'm never no stingy ♪

♪ The Afghan is blowin' ♪

♪ I'm back in the
city Like, whoa ♪

♪ I play with the pivot ♪

♪ No changing my image ♪

♪ We more than Just
arrows and bows ♪

♪ I come from the bottom
I'm still at the bottom ♪

♪ But baby I'm dipping my toes ♪

♪ No longer whipping
And flipping them Os ♪

♪ Mama's so proud
Cuz mama she know ♪

♪ I do this For
babies who brown ♪

♪ Someone go give
them They crowns ♪

♪ Give them they flowers... ♪

Not much time for chitchat, kid.

Talk.

I am the reincarnation
of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

It sounds like
somebody's been watching

too many cowboy
and Indian movies.

I have traveled through
centuries of death,

only to discover that you
have abandoned the customs,

the culture, the
weapons of our people.

Way too many.

Yo, Hank. What the fuck, man?

Found him snooping around.
Kid says he's Sitting Bull.

You believe that? Sitting Bull.

Okay. Weird white kid. Noted.

That weird white kid
lives in the same trailer

as Dillon Maclntosh.

You heard. The ghost shirt
was stolen last night.

Yeah. Some thugs took out a
house full of bougie cunts.

Good riddance,
motherfucker. Shit.

Well, word is Big Fun Dave

was found stabbed to
death 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.

That colonialist, black market
artifact stealing motherfucker.

Roy Lee Dean.
Stolen ghost shirt.

Big Fun Dave murdered.

Now baby Billy Jack's
wandering around the rez.

-Huh.
-Maybe he knows something.

Yeah.

Men make their own history,

but they do not make
it as they please.

Franz Fanon, right?

Or is it that Zizek
guy you like so much?

Dude, you gotta do your reading.

That is Karl motherfucking Marx.

Now come on.

Let's see if the little
shit knows some shit.

Okay, kid.

We know you live with
Dillon Maclntosh.

What's he been up to?

You're into Indians, right?

Well, you got the real
motherfucking deal

right here in front of you.

He's Hank. I'm Ghost Eye.

Let's talk.

Ghost Eye.

Is that your spirit name?

No.

Were you given it after
a special deed or vision?

No, I made it up.

You what?

Look, my birth
name's Alvin Jordan.

Ghost Dog's, like,
my favorite movie

and Ghostface Killah's up there
in terms of rappers, so...

Ghost Dog?

Yeah. With Forest Whitaker.

It's about a black
gangbanger assassin dude

who's actually a samurai.

RZA did the soundtrack.

Old Gary Farmer's
got a cool cameo.

You should check
it out. It's great.

Ah, shit. Let me guess.

You got questions about
tepees and peace pipes.

Shit like that?

I can speak with you, Hank.

You still seem to
know the old ways.

Hey. You pull this
red-faced minstrel shit

on the wrong guy out here,

you're gonna end up
with a tactical tomahawk

in the middle of your forehead.

So be it.

This vessel can be
discarded for another.

This vessel can be
discarded for another?

What the fuck is that? Huh?

Is that how you think we talk?

It does not take much
words to speak the truth.

Many. The quote is, "It
does not take many words,"

and actually, sometimes it does.

So, have you seen
Dillon today or what?

Yes, I have.

Yeah? Good.

Did he happen to have an
old Indian shirt with him?

Yes.

No shit. Is it
still at your house?

No. The white woman has it.

What white woman? Your
mom, your sister, who?

My family resides
in the Great Spirit.

They are free of
this wretched earth.

Come on, kid. Holy shit.

Look, I get it.

My childhood was
a shit show, too.

I used to pretend I was
Jimmy Superfly Snuka

until I was, like, 13 years old.

So the trauma, the
transference, I get that.

But you gotta cut this
motherfucking shit out.

This ain't exactly
the golden age

of cultural
appropriation right now.

You feel me?

I remember more
horses in my day.

Motherfucker.

Ah, it's just as well. Hmm?

All this modern technology
and political red tape.

Shit, I bet you Sitting
Bull wouldn't even be able

to lead his people

to the ghost shirt
these days anyway.

Of course he would.

Oh, yeah? So where is it?

The white woman said

she was returning to her
father's house in Wyoming.

In her words, a man of
great cruelty and violence.

I assume the ghost
shirt is with her.

Hi, Daddy. It's me, Amanda.

Um... look, I really
need your help,

so if you promise not to
shoot me on sight, I...

I think I'm gonna come home.

♪ Went to a doctor
Said I look so hard ♪

♪ And with a smile on his
face But him into a junkyard ♪

♪ Look for an answer
In empty doorways ♪

♪ Talk to a dancer Said
it's out on the highway ♪

Same plan?

Same... plan.

♪ I'm feeling cold
boy Feeling hot ♪

♪ Doctor said no,
boy You gotta learn ♪

♪ First don't shoot up
And then it's your turn ♪

♪ Well, anything could happen
And it could be right now ♪

All right. Tie his hands.

Okay, Sitting Bull.

♪ Make the cancellation
And I got numb ♪

♪ I haven't the motivation
To get myself... ♪

Beautiful day today.

Still, they say it
might rain. Yup.

Any big weekend plans?

Hey, buddy, today is
not the fucking day.

I'm really...

Do you have the artifact?

I thought you were sweet.

Do you have it?

Maybe.

G-Give it to me.

No.

G-G-Give me the arti...

Do it. Just give it to me.

Fuck you. Shoot me.

She's... getting away.

Where the... fuck did she go?

♪ What wondrous love is this? ♪

♪ Oh, my soul ♪

♪ Oh, my soul ♪

♪ What wondrous love is this? ♪

♪ Oh, my soul ♪

♪ What wondrous love is this ♪

♪ That calls The Lord of bliss ♪

♪ To send this perfect peace ♪

♪ To my soul ♪

♪ To my soul ♪

♪ To send this perfect peace ♪

♪ To my soul ♪

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.

All right.

You win.

You were right and I was wrong.

Father knows best.

The world is corrupt, and
I never should've 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 them.

Thank you, sir.

She must've went down there.

All right.

I had, um... look...

There were children.
You did the right thing.

You stay here.

Where... where are you going?

You should wait in the
truck. Keep your gun close.

No, I-I-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, but I...

I can... get a second
j-job. I-I... I could...

Are you any good?

At... singing?

I-I-I don't kn-know.

Yes, you do.

Yeah. I'm... pretty...
fucking good.

There you go.

I can't believe you came back.

Yeah, well, it's
just for tonight.

Then I'll get my ass
out of here again.

So, where you been
all these years?

Oklahoma.

New Jersey.

South Dakota.

Paradise.

So...

if you're gonna leave again...

are you gonna 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.

You have the ghost
shirt, right?

Is he dead?

Dillon? Yeah, he's
pretty fucking dead.

Shit. Look, I didn't
mean to kill him.

Look, lady, I don't
give a shit, all right?

As a matter of fact, I don't
give a shit who you are

or why you did it.

All I want is the artifact,

and I'm willing to pay a very
generous amount of money for it.

How generous?

$100,000 in cash. Final offer.

Fuck. Okay. How do we do it?

How do you think we do it?

I give you the money,
you give me the shirt.

-Has it been damaged?
-I don't think so.

You alone?

Yeah.

Should I pin 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...

♪ Some say I got devil ♪

♪ Some say I got angel ♪

♪ But I'm just A
girl 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 ♪

♪ But some have
tried To sell me ♪

♪ All kinds of
things To save me ♪

♪ From hurting like a woman
And crying like a baby ♪

♪ Something like a woman ♪

♪ Crying like a baby ♪

♪ And all the things
That I have seen ♪

♪ Qualify me for ♪

♪ A part in your dream ♪

♪ Qualify me for... ♪

♪ And though I'd
like to tell it ♪

♪ Exactly how I feel it ♪

♪ Somehow the music Hides
it and conceals it ♪

♪ Hides it and conceals it ♪

♪ Oh, it hides... ♪

♪ And all the things ♪

♪ That I have seen ♪

♪ Can be hidden in ♪

♪ A part of my dream ♪

♪ Gonna hide it in my dream ♪

♪ Some say I've got devil ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ No, I know I'm not in danger ♪

Hey. W-What the heck are you...
doing all the way out here?

Stay down. Stay quiet.

Trust me on this.

And now, we have
two chits to trade.

Hi, Mom.

I missed you.

Where's Calliope?

How 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.

To please and comfort him.

In reparation.

Hiram, sir, we found some joker
snooping around the woods.

So... what are
you? Federal agent?

No, sir.

My... My pickup broke
down out on the road.

Or just some kind of pervert?

I just was gonna ask for
some help with my engine.

Hiram, he was creeping
around the woods.

In the woods?

Son, were you gonna ask a bear?

-No, sir.
-What's that?

That was funny.

It was kind of funny, wasn't it?

Son, were you
gonna ask a bear?

Hey, who says I
can't be funny? Huh?

-Not me, sir.
-Me neither.

Nor I.

Son, were you
gonna ask a bear?

Everyone, listen. Listen.

Son, were you
gonna ask a bear?

Ask a bear.

What the fuck is he doing here?

Dad, this son of a bitch just
tried robbing me at gunpoint.

Oh.

My daughter and I may
have our differences,

but I will not
tolerate anyone...

...threatening the
sanctity of her life.

Oh, fuck!

-Shit.
-Fuck!

-Look out.
-What the fuck?

Get inside!

Sir, we got you.

Come on. You're
gonna be all right.

Bar the doors!
Don't let anyone in.

They're fucking everywhere!

Shut up.

-Hiram! Hiram!
-Get up!

Hiram! Hiram!

What do they want?

They must want our women.

No, man. They want
the fucking shirt!

-What shirt?
-They keep shooting at us.

The fucking... I stole
this old Indian shirt,

and I came here for protection,
and they must have found out.

So are we gonna get
these guns out or what?

We need everybody
armed. Show of force.

Okay, that's the only way
we're gonna scare them away.

Excuse me. Arm the
women? I don't think so.

Hiram?

Open up!

Open the goddamn door.

Keep up the attack.

Don't stand down.

Hiram!

Hiram, what are we gonna do?

We're gonna get the
goddamn guns out

so that we don't
get fucking killed.

Okay? Mom, listen. Look at me.

Tell them it was all my
fault. My fault, okay? Okay?

Okay.

Mom, the keys. I need the
keys to get to the guns.

-Okay.
-Grace.

-Grace. No.
-There's more of 'em.

Mom, give me the keys please!

Don't you do it!

They're still shooting at us!

Fuck yeah.

Sh...

What's going on over there?

I don't think so,
sweetheart. Not on my watch.

-Go. Go.
-Hurry!

Amanda, go faster.

Hey, hey, hey. What do
you think you're doing?

Which fucking key is it?

Hiram forbids it.

Oh, fuck off!

Mom, shoot him.

-It won't shoot.
-Fuck off!

-Abby!
-Hey, asshole.

I just cleaned this floor.

What's going on?

Whoa, look!

-I'm not even armed.
-Hey, open up.

Okay, I'm just that son
of a bitch's stepson.

I didn't want to come
to this fucked-up

Little House on the
Prairie, whatever this is.

Open the goddamn door.

-Oh, God!
-Don't let him out!

What in the sam hell?

Good girl.

Jesus, they're
shooting each other.

Calliope?

Amanda?

Let's all get outta
here this time.

Okay?

No. No, please. Please.

Hold your fire!

Name's Henry Alvin Jordan.
But I answer to Ghost Eye.

Born and raised in prisoner
of war camp number 334.

I'm the leader of the
Red Thunder Society.

It's a people's army devoted
to maintaining our traditions

and the restoration
of our proper domain.

A people's what?

A people's army.

-A what?
-Jesus, lady.

You know the American Indian
Movement, The Black Panthers?

No.

Well, we're like that.

Freedom fighters,
guerrilla warriors,

not to be fucked with.

Who are you?

My name is Amanda Bethany Starr.

But I answer to Mandy.

And, uh, right
now, I'm apparently

in the middle of a
goddamn murder spree,

so I'm not to be
fucked with either.

What do you want?

The ghost shirt.

So what is it?

It's ours.

It's a symbol of our history
and our independence.

It was stolen from 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 wanna work
out some kind of deal?

We can try.

You said it. Hank.

-We got your little brother.
-What brother?

I don't have a little
brother. He's my son, Cal,

and he has absolutely
nothing to do with this.

You try telling him that.

He says he's the
reincarnation of Sitting Bull.

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 I'll fucking give
you the shirt. Okay?

But me and my family
keep the bastard's money.

Win-win and we all get
the fuck out of Dodge.

All right. You got
yourself a deal.

Good.

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

for Mr. Fuckface to arrive.

No way. We're holding
on to the kid.

You try to cross
us, he's a goner.

-You got that?
-Yeah, I got that.

But if you so much as put
a scratch on my son's arm,

I'll stab you in
the fucking heart.

You got that?

Yeah. I catch the general drift.

A son? Who's the father?

I don't know, Mom.

Do you remember the name
of every single asshole

who paid Dad off to spend
an hour behind that door?

So...

how have things been here?

Better now.

♪ As I walked out In
the streets of Laredo ♪

♪ As I walked out
In Laredo one day ♪

♪ I spied a poor cowboy
Wrapped up in white linen ♪

♪ Wrapped up in white
linen As cold as the clay ♪

♪ I see by your outfit
That you are a cowboy ♪

♪ These words he did say
As I boldly stepped by ♪

♪ Come sit down beside me ♪

♪ And hear my sad story ♪

Hey, cowboy's alive.

♪ I was shot in the breast ♪

♪ And I know I must die ♪

♪ Oh beat the drum slowly ♪

Hmm? Mm. Mm.

Shh. Someone's coming.

♪ And play the fife lowly ♪

♪ Play the Death March
As you carry me along ♪

Huh.

♪ Take me to the valley
there Lay the sod o'er me ♪

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Pick up.

Shit.

I hope they spell my
name right in the papers.

Uh-uh.

All right, I'm here.

Let's try and make this
quick and easy, okay?

You alone?

Indeed I am. How about you?

Fuck yeah. Of course.

What's with these poor dead
hombres on your front porch?

Little bit of family
drama. You got that money?

I got 50 grand right here and
the other 50's in the trunk

when we make the exchange.

You got that ghost 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, and one of these
poor dead hombres?

He ain't that dead.

Yeah, well, he should be.

How about this?

As a gesture of goodwill,

I'll take care of this
crawling corpse for you.

Just bring me that pretty
little Indian shirt,

you'll be $100,000 richer.

Yeah, and how the fuck do I
know you won't shoot me too?

Lady, take a look at my car.

Come look at these
custom-made snakeskin boots

and this vintage
19th-century belt 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

and the goddamn walking,

talking embodiment
of the cowboy code.

Meaning... my word is my bond.

Just as a FYI,

this dead body here's
still crawling away.

Okay, then shoot
the fucking bastard!

Yeah? Happy to.

Okay. Go, go.

Doing you a favor, man.

Mm-mm!

Mm!

Amazing.

Reggie Dale.

Very slowly and very
carefully look outside.

Whoa.

Steady now.

Remember, this is just simply
a business transaction.

There's no need
to get emotional.

Everyone just stay calm.

How about you leave all
the cash on the ground,

get back in the car, and then
calmly drive the fuck away.

That wasn't our deal!

Yeah, neither was
an armed gunman

hiding in your fucking trunk.

Fuck.

All right, look...

I'm willing to go
up to 150 grand,

and you all split it
up however you like.

Not everything's for
sale, you capitalist fuck.

You're outnumbered, man.

Leave the money and drive
away while you still can.

We gotta take out
at least one side.

Broads or the Indians?

It's Native Americans,
Reggie Dale,

and stop distracting me.
I'm trying to negotiate.

Oh, yeah? With exactly what
leverage, Mr. Businessman?

Oh.

I can't believe it.
Dipshit's actually right.

Yeah!

Fuck yeah, Uncle Roy Lee.

Mmm!

What's she doing?

Oh.

She gave us away.

Cal, where are you?

-Cal!
-Mmm.

Fuck.

Hmm?

I'm the reincarnation
of Sitting Bull,

the great Lakota war chief.

Mmm.

I've returned.

It's a... It's an
honor to... meet you.

Do you need... help

bringing the... ghost shirt...
back to your... people?

Yes, please.

Okay.

That's her?

Whoever you are, I know
you're still out there.

Unless you're too chickenshit
to stand your ground,

let's have it out right now.

Fuck.

Aw. No wonder we won.

Fucking waitress is here?

Big gun-down, huh?

Fuck you.

Cal!

I know I fucked everything up,
but I'm still your mother, okay?

I can be. I wanna
be. I really do.

My mother died many,
many years ago.

Yeah. I guess she did.

Get him out of here, please.

Get him somewhere safe.

Come on.

I'll be right... back.

Who are... Who are you?

The reincarnation
of Sitting Bull.

Who are you?

Lefty Ledbetter.

But I'm actually right-handed.

Thank you.

Let's... go.

No!

It's okay.

We got you.

Fuck.

Wild West, ba...

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.

Stop!

You're listening to
the classic sounds

of the west here
on South Dakota...

You... need a doctor.

No. I don't.

You don't... look too good.

I know I...

don't have a very exciting life.

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 club.

But I do have a nice house.

A strong back.

And a heart full
of love to give.

The world is so full of
bad... so full of bad things.

It's frightening.

Especially if you're alone.

People shouldn't be alone.

People...

People... should be happy.

I think I can make you happy.

That's why I want you
to be my happy wife.

For me to be your happy husband.

Penny... Penny Jo...

Poplin. Penny... Jo... Poplin.

Penny Jo... Pop...

Lefty?

Lefty?

Lef... Lefty?

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Bart Besems

♪ There were no people left ♪

♪ When the ship rolled in ♪

♪ No one around to explain ♪

♪ All the years
They had traveled ♪

♪ In search of kin ♪

♪ Now seemed A journey in vain ♪

♪ One more night
coming down They cry ♪

♪ One more night Through
this hometown blur ♪

♪ One more night 'Neath
this ancient sky ♪

♪ Take the time to
recall Who we were ♪

♪ Well, they headed
over Vermont ♪

♪ Like spaced-out tramps ♪

♪ Years of
destruction They saw ♪

♪ With their eyes growing
heavy They set up camp ♪

Hi.

♪ Outside an old Florida mall ♪

♪ One more night
coming down They cry ♪

♪ One more night In
this hometown blur ♪

♪ One more night 'Neath
this ancient sky ♪

♪ Take the time to
recall Who we were ♪

My baby boy.

♪ It's been A
long, dark night ♪

♪ And I've been
waiting For morning ♪

♪ It's been A long, hard fight ♪

♪ But I see a brand
new day Dawning ♪

♪ I've been looking
For sunshine ♪

♪ You know I ain't
seen it In so long ♪

♪ Everything's gonna
Work out just fine ♪

♪ Everything's
gonna be All right ♪

♪ That's been all wrong ♪

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Bart Besems

♪ Well, a bad-looking
hombre Rode up on me ♪

♪ On the back Of a
cold, black mare ♪

♪ He squinted and spat
Adjusted his hat ♪

♪ Said, we don't need
your kind Around here ♪

♪ When I pulled back my
cape He saw a pistol ♪

♪ When the smoke cleared
He lay dead in the sand ♪

♪ Pity the cowboy
Who draws on me ♪

♪ I was born With a
six-gun in my hand ♪

♪ Well, that cowboy
He ain't alone ♪

♪ There's plenty more
Like him around ♪

♪ Buried in the boot
hills Of this wide land ♪

♪ By the man born With
a six-gun in his hand ♪

♪ If you find yourself
Up in the northwest ♪

♪ Between Bismarck,
Butte and Cheyenne ♪

♪ Remember the story About
the bad-lookin' hombre ♪

♪ And the man born With
a six-gun in his hand ♪