All language subtitles for nope 2022

TOM: And of course I set it to
Icelandic time because we share

a love of the aurora borealis,
Gordy.

And you have no idea
how to tell time.

-(audience laughing)
-JUPE: Great gift, Dad.

Way to think things through.

PHYLLIS:
Somehow, you'd think that a man

who can send a rocket
into space would be able

to manage a halfway decent
birthday present.

-Nope.
-(audience laughing)

JUPE: You know, Gordy,
all things considered,

maybe my gift
isn't so bad after all.

AUDIENCE:
Aw.

-MARY JO: Hey, Gordy. Surprise!
-(Phyllis gasps)

PHYLLIS:
Wow! Now, there's a gift.

(audience laughing)

MARY JO:
Here you go, Gordy.

-Happy birthday.
-(gruff panting, grunting)

PHYLLIS:
Oh, beautiful, Haley.

-TOM: Aw.
-(audience applauding)

(sharp pop)

(distorted, indistinct voices
crying, speaking frantically)

-(voices stop)
-(child's breath shuddering)

(sharp pop)

♪ ♪

(shuddering breaths continue)

(quiet, raspy whimpering)

-(sharp pop, object thumps)
-(whimpering stops)

-(objects clattering)
-(gruff panting)

(child's shuddering breaths
continue)

(hooting quietly)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

MAN (on radio):
Good morning on what is

sure to be a windy one.

We have a high wind warning

for the L.A. County coast
and valleys

with some clouds sure to
come in around 10:00 a.m.

And even though the high gust
warning will, um, expire

mid to late morning,
you'll still want to keep...

WOMAN (on radio): The search
for a group of missing hikers

is set to resume this morning
just outside Agua Dulce.

The tour group went out
two days ago

-and on the Pacific Crest Trail
-(horses neighing)

but didn't come back
as expected that night.

Crews started searching
yesterday morning...

MAN 2 (on radio): And traffic
is already backed up

due to an accident
on the southbound 101.

It is 7:44 with Bo and Ives.

(horses grunting, panting)

(neighing)

(machinery whirring)

OTIS SR.:
Bang.

♪ ♪

(Otis Sr. clicks tongue)

Bang.

(clicks tongue)

Bang.

(clicks tongue)

Whoa. Come on.

(clicking tongue)

Down, down.

Down, down, down.

Bang! Yes, a good boy.

Up. Up, up.

Okay, up. Up, up.

Got to keep our heads up
out the clouds on this one.

-I know.
-(horse grunting)

(clicks tongue)

(grunts)

Now, we land this... (chuckles)

Yeah. Like Six Guns.

I mean, we really put on a show,

well, you know they're gonna
bring us back for the sequel.

Mm-hmm.

Well, we sure as hell ain't
got to sell no more horses.

So just execute.

And we ain't got
no more problems. Mm.

(takes deep breath)

You good?

You good?

Where your sister?

What's that about?

-She's supposed to be here.
-Yeah.

(scoffs quietly)

(breathes deeply)

♪ ♪

(static crackles)

(machinery powers down)

Goddamn it.

OTIS SR.: Thought I told you
to fix the damn walker.

(woman screaming in distance)

(screaming fades)

You hear that?

(object whizzes, thuds)

(whizzing, rapid thudding)

(metallic pinging)

♪ ♪

(neighing)

OJ:
Pops.

♪ ♪

-Come on, come on. Pop.
-Firefly.

-What else? What else?
-Ghost.

Uh-huh.

Beethoven.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

-Commodore.
-Yeah.

Virgil.

You good. You good.

-You good. You good.
-(groaning)

(chuckles):
You good, man. You good.

-Ghost.
-You good. You good. You good.

-Pops?
-Lucky.

-Pops. Pops.
-(slurring): Commodore.

Pops!

♪ ♪

(device buzzing quietly)

♪ ♪

(horse whinnies)

(wind whistling)

♪ ♪

(frantic chatter and screaming
in distance)

(gruff panting)

(screaming continues)

(screaming and chatter fade)

♪ ♪

(distorted screaming)

(distorted screaming fades)

♪ ♪

(quiet chatter)

(music playing faintly)

BUSTER:
OJ.

Oh. Hi, horsie.

OJ: Hey, hey, hey. Don't
look him in the eyes, please.

BUSTER:
Okay.

You ready to do
the safety meeting?

OJ:
Uh, I'm gonna need like five...

Um, my team's almost here.

BUSTER:
Your team's not here.

-Okay. Hold.
-(Fynn laughing)

Sorry, I got the horse guy
talking to me, too.

-What's up? Copy.
-FYNN: Safety meeting at the...

BUSTER: Ladies and gentlemen,
Ms. Bonnie Clayton on set.

-Here she is, everybody.
-(applause)

-Take a look at all of that.
-(Bonnie whoops)

(Fynn laughing)

BUSTER: Fynn, this is OJ,
our horse trainer.

You remember these guys
from Flash Point.

Yeah. Hi.

Uh...

Your name is OJ?

Yeah, Otis Junior.

Oh.

Uh...

Where's the o-- the other guy?

-The-the-the senior guy?
-Dude, he died.

About six months ago.

A bunch of random shit
fell out of a plane.

So I guess we're stuck
with Junior over here.

-No.
-Yeah.

(sighs) Okay.

Fuck. Great.

Uh, Ant, how we looking?

Yeah, good, if we're selling
a horse's ass.

(laughs) That's, uh,

legendary cinematographer
Antlers Holst over here...

Let's go ahead
and spin the horse.

But you had said "hold," so...

-And now I'm saying "spin."
Let's go. -(clicks tongue)

FYNN: Great. And while that's
spinning, can we get makeup?

BUSTER: Get makeup for
Ms. Bonnie Clayton, please.

Hold on.

Can you step away
from the back, please?

MAKEUP ARTIST:
They told me to come here.

Good call, OJ.
Um, tell you what,

let's do a quick safety meeting.

Guys, this is OJ,
our horse trainer.

Take it away.

Kill the music, please.

-(music stops)
-(chatter quiets)

My name is OJ. Uh...

I think my sister's
gonna be here in a minute.

GRIZZ: Little louder, please.
We cannot hear you in the back.

(louder):
I said we are animal wranglers

with Haywood Hollywood Horses.

And, uh... did you know
the very first, uh, assem...

EMERALD:
Hey, yo!

(panting):
Excuse me. Sorry.

I'm so sorry about that.
Let me do that.

Sorry, brother.

-Safety meeting.
-Yeah.

-(clears throat)
-(Buster clears throat)

Hello! How y'all doing?

Sorry for the tardiness.

My name is Emerald, that's OJ,

and we are
your animal wranglers today

with Haywood Hollywood Horses.

Now, did you know
that the very first

assembly of photographs
in sequential order

to create a motion picture

was a two-second clip
of a Black man on a horse?

Yes, it was. Yes, it was.
Look it up.

Now, I know you guys know
Eadweard Muybridge,

the grandfather
of motion pictures

who took the pictures
that created that clip,

but does anybody know the name
of the Black jockey

that rode the horse?

No.

Nope? I mean,
the very first stuntman,

animal wrangler and movie star
all rolled into one,

and there is literally
no record of him.

That man was a Bahamian jockey

that went by the name
of Alistair E. Haywood.

And he is
my great-great-grandfather.

-Great. -There's another
"great" grandfather.

That's why
back at the Haywood Ranch,

as the only Black-owned
horse trainers in Hollywood,

we like to say, "Since the
moment pictures could move,

we had skin in the game."

(laughs)

All right, let's get into
some, uh, safety precautions

while we're on set, shall we?

Number one, please refrain
from making any loud noises,

sudden movements,
and keep your cell phones off.

We'd really appreciate that.

Two, if you see anything
that looks or feels unsafe,

contact me, OJ or your second
in chain of command.

And three,
let's have a great shoot!

-(scattered applause)
-Uh, and I'm Emerald Haywood.

I direct, write, produce, act.

I do a little...
♪ Singing on the side. ♪

Uh, motorcycles, baby.

Look, I-I make
a mean grilled cheese

if you're looking for crafty.

-Just-just holler at me.
-(applause)

FYNN:
Okay, that was great.

That was... that was a lot.

Uh, let's do a rehearsal.

-Yeah? Rehearsal?
-BUSTER: Rehearsing, we should.

We should do one. Rehearsing.

I think...
I think he might need a break.

BUSTER:
Yeah, we'll rehearse one first,

and then break, yeah?

Well, I'm ready to do one.

FYNN: OJ, she's...
she's ready to do one.

Tell the horse
we're ready to do one.

VFX, can we get the ball
in here while we have a sec?

-Em.
-FYNN: VFX. Uh, and, OJ,

you can... you can step off.

Step out. Step off.

-Yeah, yeah.
-Uh, step out.

OJ:
Em?

What's the horse's name?

-Uh, Lucky.
-Lucky.

-Is he?
-FYNN: VFX!

Yeah. Em?

-FYNN: Uh, OJ, let's step off.
-You calling me?

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
-MAKEUP: I'm trying to work.

OJ: What'd I tell you
about that, man?

FYNN: Hey, man, if she can't
get near the back of the horse,

-what are we doing here?
-Hey, hey, hey, hey! -(neighs)

-(screams) Whoa!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. -Medic.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Are you okay?
-Whoa, whoa.

(water running)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

GRIZZ: Look,
maybe it's just too soon, huh?

Yeah, it's not the gig.
Not ready yet.

Right?

-We need it, man.
-No, I know.

Your dad left an enormous hole.
I know that.

But don't worry,
there'll be others.

All right? I'm sorry.

-And...
-Sorry.

Just, you tell her sorry.

Thank you for the opportunity.

Come on, now.

FYNN:
Oh, where's VFX?

GRIZZ:
Oh, all right. You got it.

-Sorry, that was...
-(busy chatter)

So, where am I dropping you?

-I'm-a go up with you.
-(sighs)

I need to get some shit.

My little girl said, you know,
I could crash at her place,

so I'll be gone in the morning.

So I'm gonna drive you back
tomorrow?

I can find a ride.

But, I mean, like, can I get
fun OJ out this bitch?

'Cause this wack-ass OJ

is really making me feel
like I'm not loved.

Is that how you want
your little sister to feel?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

-(indistinct chatter)
-(orchestral music playing)

EMERALD:
What happened to Gold Rush?

OJ:
Gold Rush went bankrupt.

It's been this for three years.

-EMERALD: Damn.
-WOMAN: Howdy, folks.

Welcome to Jupiter's Claim.

MAN: Step on up
for the wishing well.

Get your Jupe Jangle.

Go on,
take a picture at the well.

(chuckles)

AMBER (over speakers):
Cowboys and cowgirls,

just a little heads-up.

Join us Fridays at 5:30 p.m.
for the brand-spanking-new

Jupiter's Claim
Star Lasso Experience.

WOMAN 2: Come on over
to the Sundae Saloon.

Get your ice-cold sarsaparilla.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: Look at this. I've never
seen anything like it.

(clanking)

(clicks, snaps)

-Oh, shi...
-Come on.

I'm sorry, y'all. I'm sorry.

-Photo bomb.
-You ruined it.

-Yeah, my bad.
-Gold, I tell you.

They got gold up in here.

OJ:
Lucky.

Hang tight.

I'll be back.

MAN:
Let's go.

♪ ♪

(playful chatter)

(OJ sighs)

How many you sold?

How many?

Ten.

You sold ten of Pops' horses?

I'm gonna get 'em back.

-Can you stay out here?
-Why?

I'm developing
a business relationship,

and you're a liability
right now.

How am I a liability?

How are you a lia...

Don't promote your fucking
side shit on the job.

-Oh, my God.
-Actor, singer, dancer,

seamstress, motorcycles.

You want to promote something,
promote this business.

No, OJ. No.

First of all, that's not
my side shit. This is.

And second of all, if anybody's
a liability... (chuckles)

-Fuck you.
-No, fuck you.

AMBER: Hi there. It's Amber
again from Jupe's Claim.

It does look like we were able
to squeeze out, uh,

a couple of extra press passes

for the upcoming
friends and family preview.

Oh. No apology necessary.

This is in reference
to the biggest, bestest,

brand-new live show we have
coming up here at the park,

-which is sneaking up on us...
-MAN: Come in.

AMBER: If you'd like, I can
go ahead and put you down...

MAN:
(clears throat) OJ.

Thanks for coming up.

How you doing?
This is my sister Em.

Hi there.

So, uh... who'd you bring me?

Uh, Lucky.

He's my second-best horse,
you know, uh...

He lost focus.

So, uh... I mean, I did, too,
but I can't fire myself.

-(chuckles) That's good.
-EMERALD (stammering): Hold up.

This you?

You literally the Asian kid
from Kid Sheriff?

-Em, Em, Em, Em...
-MAN: No, it's okay.

Yeah, I was, uh...
I was Lil' Jupe.

Ah, dude, you were
literally my favorite.

You mind if I get
a picture real quick?

Hey, you mind if we talk?

Yes. Of course.

Please, browse away.

Su casa es mi casa.

Thank you. I sure will.

JUPE:
Um, so...

same deal, yeah? Eleven-five?

-OJ: Yeah. Thank you.
-EMERALD: That's 3D. Yeah.

Whatever happened to that
Black boy? He was good.

Stop, stop.

-(Jupe clears throat)
-He was good.

I actually wanted to, uh,
lay some groundwork,

uh, to a pathway of-of, uh,
buying some of them back.

All right?

-Yeah.
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Totally.

Um...

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

JUPE:
Actually, OJ,

the offer I made your dad
is still on the table.

OJ:
Oh, uh...

-JUPE: Let me... Let...
-Yo, wait a minute.

So, that...

OJ, have I shown you this?

This is in reference
to the Gordy's Home incident.

(sighs)

Gordy's Home. Yeah, yeah.

So, Gordy's Home is
a short-lived but fabled sitcom

I starred in in '96
after Kid Sheriff blew up.

Yeah, my pops told me
about this show.

The-the monkey went crazy
or some shit.

You know, I usually charge
a fee for this.

EMERALD:
Oh, damn.

JUPE:
Ta-da.

EMERALD:
Hmm.

(music playing quietly)

JUPE: That's the first
exploding fist bump.

EMERALD:
What? Really?

Y'all came up with that?

So, as I was saying, uh,
Gordy's Home began airing

-in the fall of '96...
-(OJ sighs loudly)

...and it was an immediate hit.

Uh, ratings were huge.

Pretty good reviews.

Just really took off.

Yeah.

Then, uh, one day...

(clears throat)
...we were shooting an episode

in season two entitled, uh,
"Gordy's Birthday."

And, um... boom.

One of the chimps
that plays Gordy just...

just hit his limit.

And it was six minutes
and 13 seconds of havoc.

Network tried to bury hit,
but it was a spectacle.

People are just obsessed.
(chuckles)

You're kidding me.

OJ, you said you heard
about that?

Mm-hmm. That's why
they don't let you use chimps.

That's part of the reason.

There's a growing Gordy's Home
fan base out there now.

This Dutch couple paid me 50K

to come in here
and spend the night.

(chuckles) I didn't ask.

That's crazy.

(Jupe grunts)

(indistinct sitcom chatter
over TV)

So, what happened really, man?

You haven't seen
the Bad Gordy sketch on SNL?

I mean, they pretty much
nailed it better than I could.

-EMERALD: Mm.
-No?

Saturday Night Live?

Darrell Hammond as Tom.

Ana Gasteyer as Phyllis.

Cheri Oteri as Mary Jo Elliot.

Scott Wolf is the host.
He's me.

But, of course,
the star of the sketch

is Chris goddamn Kattan
as Gordy,

and he is...

undeniable, okay?

Bit goes like this.

Everyone's trying to celebrate
Gordy's birthday,

but every time Gordy hears
something about the jungle,

Gordy-- Kattan-- goes off.

(chuckles)
And it's... it's Kattan.

He's just crushing it.

He is a force of nature.

He is killing on that stage.

-(shuddering breaths)
-(Mary Jo wheezing)

(sighs) Yeah.

It's legendary.

Legendary shit.

(laughs) Yeah.

Yeah, I'm gonna have to
go ahead,

-look that one up on YouTube.
-(Jupe chuckles)

Details, you know?

JUPE:
Totally.

♪ ♪

(Emerald sighs)

OJ:
I got some work I got to do.

So we ain't gonna chill
tonight, nothing?

-You want to work?
-Hell no.

(Emerald sighs)

So, uh, what was the offer?

-Jupe?
-Yeah.

He offered to buy the ranch.

Oh, really? (chuckles)

That's interesting. How much?

Why?

'Cause... I'm trying to see
how big of a dumbass you are.

Big dumbass, probably.
(chuckles)

(Emerald sighs)

So I guess you don't want
to see what's good

with Dad liquor cabinet,
then, huh?!

I got that hobby weed, too,
actually.

That's all you had to say, then.

-(claps)
-The hobby weed.

That's all you had to say,
just let me know.

You should've dropped that
at the top.

"I got the hobby weed."
You know I'm ready.

♪ If you see me walking
down the street ♪

♪ And I start to cry
each time we meet... ♪

Okay, your reflexes
are still quick. Like, whoa.

-I ain't mad at it.
-I'm watching.

-♪ Walk on by ♪
-EMERALD: To the man.

♪ Make believe ♪

Drink.

♪ That you don't see the tears ♪

♪ Just let me grieve
in private... ♪

Oh, shit.

Remember Jean Jacket?

-OJ: Yeah, good horse.
-(Emerald sighs)

EMERALD: Supposed to be
my first horse, actually.

I was just talking
to my therapist about this

-not too long ago.
-Therapist?

Yes. I fuck one
on occasion sometimes.

♪ Walk on by... ♪

I was telling her that,
for my ninth birthday,

I was supposed to get
to train Jean Jacket.

But then Pops got
some Western, and...

Jean Jacket wasn't mine no more.

Classic Otis Senior.

I distinctly remember...

...standing right here
at this window,

watching y'all train my horse.

My horse.

♪ ♪

Pops never looked up at me.

OTIS SR.:
Whoa, now.

Whoa, now. Whoa, now.

OJ, come on.

But you did, nigga.

Remember?

It was Scorpion King, actually.

It wasn't a Western.

That was the first job
Pops took me on.

Wasn't much fun.

Ended up using camels
anyways, so...

The point is...

Yeah, fuck the point.

Yo, that man was
hardheaded as fuck.

And so are you.

That's it.

(sighs)

(chuckles)

But at the end of the day,
you got to...

you got to admit, man, Pops...

Pops did something
when he made this place.

He changed the industry.

That's real.

I can't just let that go.

Why is Ghost in the arena?

(Ghost sputters softly)

(coyotes howling faintly
in distance)

What's good?

Yeah.

(wind gusting softly)

-(Ghost sputters)
-(dogs barking in distance)

("This Is The Lost Generation"
by The Lost Generation playing)

Hey, yo, Em. Em!

Turn it down!

All right!

♪ Your generation
believed in talk ♪

♪ Scared of the very steps
in which... ♪

(Ghost neighs)

(song continues in distance)

EMERALD:
Hey!

Where he going?

-(insects trilling)
-(faint, distant howling)

(distant howling continues)

JUPE (over speakers, faintly):
What if I...

(echoing):
What if I told you...

...you'll leave here different?

See, every Friday
for the last six months...

...my family and I bore witness

to an absolute

(distorted):
spectacle.

(hoofbeats galloping)

(wind gusting)

(wild shrieking in distance)

-(wind gusting stronger)
-(shrieking continues)

(music continues)

(music slows and distorts)

-(wild shrieking in distance)
-Huh?

(music returns to normal)

(music continues in distance)

(distant shrieking)

♪ ♪

(engine stops)

EMERALD:
You see it? The power?

Where's Ghost?

-I don't know.
-Hold on.

Boom. Power went out.

-See?
-Rewind.

Stop.

Ghost talking about,
"I ain't listening.

I'm not trained.
I do whatever the fuck I want."

What?

What'd you see?

OJ:
What's a bad miracle?

Hmm?

They got a word for that?

Nope.

They said it was a prop plane
or something that killed Pops.

That shit ain't never
made sense to me.

Then tonight,
I heard Ghost make a sound

I ain't never heard
a horse make.

What did you see? Hmm?

It was big.

-How big?
-Big.

-What'd it look like?
-I don't know.

(Emerald sighs)

It was fast.

Too fast.

Too quiet to be a plane.

OJ.

Are you saying
what I think you're saying?

♪ ♪

I'm telling you, man,
we don't need a lot.

We just need enough
to make our shit

look different
from what's out there.

You get what I'm saying?
Like...

You know I ain't trying
to run it up.

I just was looking online,
and I seen a lot of shit.

OJ:
You know I'm broke, right?

-EMERALD: We'll use my money.
-(laughs)

Okay, shut up. Look.

All right.

There it is.
Five to a hundred K.

-Well, read it.
-You read it, dyslexic ass.

The point is
a website like Cyber Dominion

will pay five to a hundred K

for photographic evidence
of UFOs and shit.

A hundred K?

And that's just what I saw
on the first go.

Now that I'm thinking about it,
fuck Cyber Dominion.

This shit right here is
a moment-- our moment.

We set it up,
release it the right way,

man, I'm talking
rich and famous for life.

How you doing? You look pretty.

She look like
she got a big house.

-How?
-How what? How we put it out?

-Mm.
-Well, that's what I'm saying.

We don't just go for
the quick cash-in, okay?

We-we go to the most credible
platform to do the story.

-What's that? Like Oprah?
-Yeah.

Like Oprah, for example.
After that, everybody want in.

Well, I'm saying there's plenty

of videos of flying shit online.

I saw one the other day.
That wasn't on Oprah.

Nigga, I didn't say Oprah.
You said Oprah.

You love Oprah.

Look, all I'm saying is
all that shit online is fake.

Low quality. Ain't nobody
gonna get what we gonna get.

What we gonna get?

-The shot.
-What shot?

The shot. The money shot.

Undeniable, singular, the...

-the Oprah shot.
-The Oprah shot?

MAN:
Excuse me.

Hi. I can help you over here.

Hi.

-Thank you for shopping
at Fry's. -(scanner beeping)

Did you guys find everything
you're looking for today?

Yes... Angel.

Oh. Great.

Um, actually, do you have
a card with us?

EMERALD:
No, thank you.

Uh, would you like one?

-Because it...
-No, thank you.

Would you like one of
our tech support personnel

to help you
with the installation?

No, no, no, no, no, thank you.

Appreciate you.

All right, uh,
no help with the install.

Suit yourself. (chuckles)

Is it a hard install?

Well, for me, no.

You're not gonna
be able to do it.

What happened?
Did you guys get robbed?

-OJ: Mm-hmm.
-Yeah, you know.

A lot of blackouts.

Take the camera out
from time to time.

All these new cameras,
they have backup battery power,

so you should be fine.

But the outages affect the
power in the battery shit, too,

like cell phones.

(chuckling):
Okay. All right.

Cell phones, they don't just
drop in power. Right?

I mean,
maybe your Wi-Fi drops out

whenever your system dips.

So, that's technology.

Okay, or maybe you're in
a UFO hot spot. (chuckles)

(chuckles)
No one believes in that.

(yawns)

What's up?

Damn. Did not realize
you guys were this far out.

OJ:
Mm-hmm.

I don't mind, though.

Smell of horse shit
and fresh air.

Right?

(sighs)

-(yells)
-Whoa, whoa, whoa,

-whoa, whoa, whoa.
-(yell echoes)

Whoa. Look at me, man.

-Fuck.
-Don't do that. Don't yell.

Sorry, man.

Sorry if I was, like, a little
shut down this morning.

Just got out of
a four-year relationship.

You were fine.

I know it's gonna sound
fucking cliché, all right,

but I thought that
she was the one, you know?

Is this gonna take
longer than an hour?

This? Oh, shit, yeah.

-I'm-a go ahead and pop out.
-Where you going?

I got to go to the store
and get something.

Don't worry about it.
You need anything?

Yo.

Her name was, uh, Rebecca Diaz.

Yep, keep an eye out for her.

She's an actress, model,
you know?

She booked a pilot
on The CW, so...

Yeah, fucking left me.

(chuckles, sniffs)

Yeah, fucking CW.

-So, thing about this camera...
-Actually, can it swivel up?

-Uh, yeah.
-(whirring)

-Boom.
-Little more?

-More. Okay.
-(whirring)

-(chuckles) Yeah.
-(OJ clicking tongue)

OJ:
Mm.

Uh, yeah.

(camera whirring)

OJ:
Mm-hmm.

(camera whirring)

Do you know they don't
call 'em UFOs anymore?

It's fucking UAPs now.

Why they got to change the name?

(chuckles):
Yeah.

Exactly.

No, fuck it.
I-I'll tell you why

they changed the name,
all right?

It-it's 'cause they want
to keep us in the dark.

Remember when they declassified

all that UFO footage
a couple years ago?

Yeah. Well, people started
paying attention.

So they changed the name
to UAPs.

And no one knows
what the fuck a UAP is,

so everyone lost interest.

I saw that-- that Navy clip.

Couldn't really see 'em, though.

Could've been better.

It's shitty footage
of exact proof

that there's
an alien civilization

out there in the universe.

So, who's that?

Come on, man. The little guys
with the big eyes.

-Mm.
-Yeah.

There's lots of theories.

Either they're intergalactic
travelers looking for peace

or futuristic humans
coming back in time

to stop us
from destroying the planet,

or they're fucking
world killers.

Planetary destroyers.

And that means that they've
been fucking watching us

and studying us, waiting for
the perfect time to beam us up

and shove metal probes
up our fucking asses.

Cool.

An-Anyway, Ancient Aliens,
History Channel.

-Watch that shit.
-EMERALD (in distance): Hey!

Hey!

Come on! Help a nigga out!

Hey.

Know where I could find me
a couple of big, strong fellas?

You good?

I'm good.

-What?
-What's that?

Oh, this?

You know, just, uh,
training horses we ordered

that I picked up.

-Where'd you get it from?
-Don't worry about it.

Now, come on, help me out.

Got you.

Okay, so... so what is that?

-Is it like bait?
-I told you.

It is a decoy
for horse training.

ANGEL:
Okay.

Shit. Shit.

-See?
-OJ.

We good.
I mean, he don't know shit.

Oh, no. You guys are doing
something shady.

(horn honks)

JUPE:
Hey there!

Hey!

You can stay right there,
though!

Sure!

What's up?

EMERALD:
We're setting up a decoy!

For horse training!

Oh, good!

You know, we got some of those!

(metal creaking)

Where'd you get...

Where'd you get yours?!

Yeah... I'm not really sure!

My wife would know!

-Okay! Thanks for stopping by!
-Why the... Shh.

You don't live here.

Sorry. Trying to help.

JUPE:
Sure thing!

Hey. I wanted
to invite you to our...

new family live show!

Friday! At 5:00 p.m.!

Okay!

Thumbs u... thumbs up.

Should I do it?

Yeah, do it.

Thumbs up!

ANGEL: And so,
the router's in the shed.

I set it up so if the power
goes down on camera A,

camera B's pointed
at the sky to catch

whatever might have
taken it out.

And, uh, vice versa, so...

Thank you.

I mean, you're really
not gonna tell me

what the fuck is going on?

(OJ chuckles)

-You'll know soon enough.
-ANGEL (chuckling): Oh.

Cool, cryptic.

(quietly):
Fucking dicks.

I can monitor the feeds
remotely myself, if you want.

Free of charge.

-Hell no.
-No.

(quietly):
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

-(Angel sighs)
-(van door opens)

One more thing.

You'll be getting a call
from my supervisor

asking how my service was.

Five stars, Angel. Five stars.

Thank you.

(engine starts)

(van departing)

-(sighs) So, what now?
-I don't know.

-What you want to do?
-I'm-- Whatever you want to do.

Well, I got some work
I got to do.

-I'm gonna go out...
-(chuckles)

That's a good one.

(insects trilling)

(metallic creaking)

♪ Fisherman, row ♪

♪ Keep on rowing your boat ♪

♪ Brother man, brother man,
yeah, row... ♪

OPRAH (on TV): I'm talking
today to women who say

they have been abducted
by aliens from another planet.

WOMAN (on TV): May I briefly
say, I don't know for a fact

that they're from
another planet.

OPRAH:
Well, you know you weren't

-in Kansas anymore, Toto.
-(laughter on TV)

WOMAN:
And I wasn't wearing red shoes

-that I could click together,
either. -Yeah, yeah.

♪ Living in a bamboo hut ♪

♪ In a little old seaport town ♪

(horse shrieking in distance)

♪ Three kids on the floor... ♪

-(machinery whirring)
-(sprinklers spraying)

(horse huffs)

(sniffs)

(horse huffs)

(horse neighs)

-(machinery powers down)
-(sprinklers stop)

(sighs)

-(machinery powers up)
-(sprinklers spraying)

(hollow, metallic thumping)

(horse whinnies)

(chittering)

(rhythmic squeaking)

♪ ♪

(rhythmic squeaking)

(horse grunts)

(rhythmic squeaking continues)

(cell phone buttons beeping)

(chittering)

(rhythmic squeaking)

(chittering and squeaking
continues)

Nope. Mm-mm. Nope, I'm out.

I'm going. Fuck this shit.

(panting)

Okay. Okay.

(chittering and squeaking stop)

(horse whinnies)

(chittering)

(loud, rhythmic squeaking)

(grunts)

Ow.

(panting)

(laughs)

-BOY: Oh, shit!
-BOY 2: Fuck off.

(through voice scrambler):
Give us back our property.

-Don't mess with
Jupiter's Claim! -Come on.

(boys laughing, howling)

-(cell phone beeps)
-(footsteps approaching)

EMERALD:
What happened?

The Park kids.

Jupe's sons.

And they let Clover out, man.

What?
They trying to prank Haywood?

-It's on!
-Hey. You stole their horse.

Oh.

Yeah.

(keys jingling)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

-Hey.
-Shit.

Oh.

What's up, Nessie?

Not much. Just stocking shit.

You know, pretty much regular.

♪ ♪

(wind whistling softly)

(whistles)

(horse neighing in distance)

(sighs)

Oh, shit!

(chuckling)

(continues chuckling)

I need to take my ass to bed.

-(continues chuckling)
-(cell phone vibrating)

-Who this?
-Yo, it's Angel from Fry's.

Just calling to tell you that
there is a bug on camera A.

I know. Wait, I thought I
told you not to watch our shit.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Camera B is down.

What?

Camera B is down.

Like Ancient-fucking-Aliens
down.

(clicks tongue)

-(horse neighing)
-(OJ grunts)

-(metal creaking)
-(wind gusting)

(neighing)

(distant rumbling)

(buzzing)

(panting)

(horse shrieking wildly
in distance)

-Hey!
-ANGEL: Hey. Hi. (stammers)

Emerald, can you please get
the bug off the thing?

Get the bug off
the fucking thing!

(quietly):
Shit.

(horse neighing)

-(horses neighing frantically)
-(thumping)

ANGEL:
Um, what do you see?

Do you... do you see, like,
lights or anything?

Like, a-a fucking saucer?

It's in the cloud.
It's in the cloud.

OJ! It's in the cloud!

Mm-hmm.

(low growling)

(howling roar)

Yeah, nah, nah, nah.

Run, OJ! Run!

-Shit.
-(rumbling)

(rumbling)

(panting)

(wind whistling softly)

(rapid hoofbeats)

(neighing)

(gasping softly)

Hello?

NESSIE:
What happened to OJ?

It's fine.

Come on.

Okay, it's still on.

The camera, it's still on.

♪ ♪

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Okay, you fucking
praying mantis.

All right, bitch.

You like Sour Patch Kids?

Huh?

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(rumbling)

(wind whistling softly)

♪ ♪

(hoofbeats galloping)

(horse neighs)

-(wild shrieking)
-(booming, rumbling)

-(gasps)
-(shrieking in distance)

(wild shrieking in distance)

(shrieking fades)

(quiet, trembling breaths)

(breath trembling):
A'ight, man.

Where your shit? Let's go.

Haven't seen one of those
in a minute.

Fucking praying mantis.

That motherfucker better pray
I don't ever see him,

'cause if I do, I'm-a eat him.

-Let's go.
-Where?

Man, I don't know.

(stammers) I got me
a little situation in Atwater

texting me back right now.

-It's not coming again tonight.
-I don't care.

No. No.

No.

Bro, I ain't never seen
no shit like this.

It ain't worth it.

No, nope. It's too much.

You should go, then.

I got to get up early anyway.

I got mouths to feed.

(shuddering exhale)

Shit.

-Shit, shit, shit!
-(horse neighing faintly)

(horses neighing)

You hear that?

(neighing continues)

Ghost out there.

Acting all territorial.

OJ:
Mm.

I guess some animals
ain't fit to be trained.

(horse huffs, neighs
in distance)

(machine whirring)

(phone vibrating)

-Hello?
-EMERALD: Uh, hi.

Is this, uh, Antlers Holst?

ANTLERS:
Who's this?

Hey, yeah. I'm Emerald Haywood.

Uh, we met a couple days ago
at the commercial.

-Oh, yeah, horse girl. Sure.
-(Emerald chuckles)

I remember you and your brother.

EMERALD:
Yeah, horse boy.

He's here, too.

-The descendants of the jockey.
-Yeah.

ANTLERS: Guess I'm talking to
motion picture royalty, then.

How'd you get the number?

-I got it from the call sheet.
-Ah.

So, we have a project, and, uh,

you know, what if I told you
it was the offer of a lifetime?

ANTLERS: Yeah,
hopefully not my lifetime.

That's a good one.
Um, I'm-a be real with you.

We don't have a lot of money
to pay you up front--

you know, not like
you're used to-- but, uh...

Yeah. I tend to do one for them
so I can do one for me,

so what is it?

-Reality.
-Oh, no. Reality.

Documentary.

-Doc-Documentary.
-ANTLERS: Oh, that's better.

-So, again, what's it about?
-(chuckles)

It's about the shit
dreams is made of, baby.

ANTLERS:
Listen, horse girl.

-I got a, uh...
-(machine whirring)

...pretty damn superb
lemon tart in the oven

I'm about to serve to ten
of my closest friends, so...

(whispers):
Stop.

-Stop, stop, stop.
-Oh, hold on one second. What?

-He's not here for that.
-Look, look, no.

OJ: Don't be cute.
Stick to the plan. Say it!

EMERALD: This is what I do.
I don't go to your job

and knock a horse's dick
out your damn hand.

-Hello? (chuckles)
-ANTLERS: Yeah.

EMERALD:
Yeah, my bad. We good, man.

Um, according to
American Cinema magazine,

you make the cinematically
impossible possible.

Well, we looking
for the impossible shot.

-(button clicks)
-(machine stops)

That's impossible.

Antlers.

There's something out here
in Agua Dulce,

and you're probably
the only person in the world

that can get it on film.

Th-That's it.

Horse girl,
this dream you're chasing,

the one where you end up
at the top of the mountain,

all eyes on you...

...it's the dream
you never wake up from.

(taps phone)

(machine whirring)

(line beeping)

I don't like him.

-(Emerald sighs)
-(clicks tongue)

-(vehicle approaching)
-(rock music plays over stereo)

♪ ♪

(door opens, closes)

Holy shit. It's real.

EMERALD: I don't know
what you're doing here, but...

it was illegal for you to...

spy on us like that.

(sighs)

Wait, you... you don't know?

Okay, uh, tell me
when you see it.

There.

-Doesn't move.
-ANGEL: Exactly.

EMERALD:
Well, look at that.

ANGEL:
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, okay.

I went back and scrubbed
through the footage,

and that cloud
has been right there

at least since
I set the cameras up.

OJ:
Yeah, now you mention it,

I've probably been looking
at the same damn cloud

every day
for the last six months.

EMERALD:
Shit.

So, I mean,
that's them in there.

And we've been recording it,
so we got it.

Right?

Yeah.

Why you saying "yeah" like that?

I mean, we have proof
of aliens on video. I...

Yeah, I wouldn't call it proof.

Are you serious?

Look, I've seen crazy weather
phenomenons online before.

-That's all I'm saying.
-He's right.

It's good, but it ain't it.
Ain't Oprah.

(Emerald sighs)

Ain't Oprah.

ANGEL:
Okay. Are you guys telling me

that there's an alien spaceship

in that fucking cloud
right there?

OJ:
It doesn't move like a ship.

EMERALD:
What you mean, OJ?

OJ:
What if it's not a ship?

(quiet, indistinct chatter)

(Gordy hooting softly)

TRAINER: All right, Gordy,
we're almost ready, buddy.

-Here we go, buddy. Come on.
-(chatter continues)

-He's ready.
-DIRECTOR: Set.

Here we go.

And... action.

And, of course,
I set it to Icelandic time

because we share a love
of the aurora borealis, Gordy.

And you have no idea
how to tell time.

-(audience laughing)
-Great gift, Dad.

Way to think things through.

Somehow, you'd think
that a man who can send

a rocket into space
would be able to manage

a halfway decent
birthday present.

Nope.

(audience laughing)

You know, Gordy,
all things considered,

maybe my gift
isn't so bad after all.

-Aw.
-AUDIENCE: Aw.

-Hey, Gordy.
-(Phyllis gasps)

-Surprise!
-PHYLLIS: Wow.

-Now, that is a gift.
-(audience laughing)

(Gordy panting)

Oh. Sorry. My...

DIRECTOR: That's all right.
Pick it up from there.

Wait a minute.

What happened to we both failed
at finding good presents?

(audience laughing)

Here you go, Gordy.
Happy birthday.

-(gasps) Oh, beautiful, Hayley.
-(Gordy panting excitedly)

-(laughter)
-(audience applauding)

(whooping)

-(balloon pops)
-(Gordy screeching frantically)

-(objects crashing)
-TOM: Whoa, hey, hey, hey. No.

-No, no! Down! Down! Gordy!
-TRAINER: Down!

-MARY JO: No. Stop!
-TRAINER: Stop that!

-(panicked shouting)
-(people screaming)

(bell ringing steadily)

(slow thumping)

(rustling)

(clacking, thumping)

-(soft thumping)
-(Gordy panting)

(Gordy hooting quietly)

(squishing)

♪ ♪

-(balloon pops)
-(objects clattering)

(heavy thumping)

(Mary Jo whimpers, gasps)

-(shuddering breaths)
-(heavy thumping)

-(Mary Jo grunting in pain)
-(balloon pops)

(Mary Jo groaning, panting)

(hoots quietly)

(shuddering breaths)

(Mary Jo whimpering)

(Mary Jo screams)

(heavy thumping, squishing)

(flesh squishing)

(footsteps)

TOM:
Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.
No, Gordy, no! No!

-D-D-Down! Down! Down!
-(Gordy hooting frantically)

-You sit! Down.
-(Gordy screeching)

No, no, no.

(Tom whimpering)

-No, no, no!
-(objects crashing)

-No, Gordy!
-(Gordy screeching)

Stop! Ah!

-No! No!
-(heavy thumping)

(gasping breaths)

(heavy thumping continues)

(balloon pops)

(footsteps)

(panting)

(gasping breaths)

(Gordy panting)

(hooting)

-(indistinct radio chatter)
-(gunshot)

(sirens wailing in distance)

(urgent chatter)

MAN: Seven just on scene--
Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

(chatter and sirens continue)

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

(Jupe takes deep breath)

(Jupe sighs)

(chuckles)

Feeling good?

Yeah.

Feeling good.

Good.

(Amber clears throat)

(whispers):
There we go.

Run it.
Run it one more time, babe.

Okay.

(takes deep breath)

What if I told you...

Yo. It's, uh... Storm's coming.

Just tarping up,
just to be safe.

(paper rustling)

♪ ♪

Hey, where you going?

I'm-a get Lucky.

AMBER:
Now, we're not gonna let

a few clouds kill our fun
today, are we, folks?

So, without further ado,

welcome to the Jupiter's Claim
Star Lasso Experience!

(audience cheering)

JUPE:
How's everyone feeling today?

(audience cheering)

All right.

It's quite a doozy today.

Uh, I want to thank you guys
for coming out here.

But first, how about
another round of applause

for my Amber?

-(applause)
-I'll tell you, that woman is

a saint for putting up
with all my craziness.

And to the knuckleheads
up there.

-The staff. Shout-out.
-(whooping, excited shouting)

All right, all right.

That's enough. (chuckles)

I also want to give
a special thanks to

an old costar of mine
and my first crush,

Mary Jo Elliott, everyone!

-(scattered cheers)
-Yeah.

All right.

-You ready?
-(crowd murmuring)

Oh, come on.
That ain't nothing.

-Are you ready?!
-(feedback squeals)

(cheering, applause)

Here we go.

(dramatic Western music plays)

(exhales)

(whispers):
You're chosen.

What if I told you...

that in about an hour...

you'll leave here different?

See, every Friday
for the last six months,

my family and I
have bore witness

to an absolute spectacle.

One that you'll be
seeing here today.

So let me take you back
to that first night.

(sighs)

(key clicks)

(rousing orchestral music plays)

Right here in this exact spot,

I'd come over to wrangle
a chestnut horse named Trigger.

Now, I could barely see my hand
in front of my face

for the fog, but I swear

on my wife and children's lives

that at 6:13 p.m.,

I see...

...a flying saucer

descend through the mist.

Old Trigger took off
straight into the gulch.

And, well...

...it's like he was going home.

(snaps fingers)

-(applause)
-(Lucky huffs softly)

Now, just to be clear,
what we saw

was a flying saucer.

No doubt about that.

Slightly flatter in the front,

with a circular hole
in the bottom

about two school bus
lengths wide.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I kid you not.

We are being surveilled

by an alien species
I call "the Viewers."

And though they have yet
to emerge from their ship,

I believe they trust me.

If they didn't,
I don't think any of us

would be here right now.

(laughing)

So, as I said,
in just under an hour,

Star Lasso Experience
is gonna change you.

(rousing orchestral music ends)

But first,
my boys are gonna come out

and do a little number for us.
Would that be all right?

-AMBER: Hustle. Go, go, go.
-(applause) -(boys howling)

JUPE: All right.
My little satellites:

-Colton, Phoenix, Max.
-(upbeat music plays)

Remember those names, folks.

All right, here we go!

(Jupe's voice echoes faintly)

(soft rustling)

(loud roaring)

MAN (in audience):
What is that?

Do you guys see that?

♪ ♪

(deep roaring)

Uh, uh, stay in your seats.

This is new.

-Uh, they're early.
-(Lucky whinnies softly)

They're giving us
a real show today.

-JUPE: That they are.
-AMBER (chuckles): Yeah.

They're giving us
a real show today.

They're ready, we're ready.

ANNOUNCER (recorded): Welcome
to the Star Lasso Experience,

-only at Jupiter's Claim.
-(Jupe clicks tongue)

-Please remember to avoid...
-Come on.

...using your cell phones
or any flash photography...

-Cell phones off, y'all.
-...during the event.

(clicks tongue) Come on!

AMBER:
Bear with us now.

Trained animals
can be unpredictable.

(Amber chuckles)

(rousing orchestral music plays)

(breathing deeply)

ANNOUNCER: Now sit back,
stay in your seats and enjoy

(slowing, distorting):
the Star Lasso Experien...

(machines power down)

(gasping, murmuring)

(deep roaring)

(chittering, thumping)

(deep roaring)

-(Lucky neighing)
-(people screaming)

(panicked shouting)

(panicked screaming,
frantic chatter)

(roaring grows louder)

-(people screaming)
-(deep growling)

-(sharp thud)
-(screaming stops)

(people screaming faintly)

(deep growling)

-(panicked screaming, shouting)
-(deep squelching)

(woman whimpering, crying)

(deep squelching)

(women groaning, retching)

(people screaming)

(deep squelching)

(sobbing)

(people screaming)

(panicked screaming)

(orchestral music playing
quietly)

JUPE (recorded):
Well, cowboys and cowgirls,

it's time to ride off
into the sunset.

That's right. Happy trails.

It's closing time.

You don't have to go home,
but you can't stay here.

Come back again.

And until then,
we wish you well.

Hasta la vista. Adios.

-(music continues)
-(pig squealing nearby)

JUPE (recorded):
Well, cowboys and cowgirls,

it's time to ride off
into the sunset.

That's right. Happy trails.

It's closing time.

You don't have to go home,
but you can't stay here.

Come back again.

And until then...

(Lucky neighing)

(Lucky huffs)

(neighing continues)

(smacking lips rapidly)

Lucky.

(wind whistling softly)

(soft whistling in distance)

Lucky.

(smacking lips rapidly)

(neighing)

Lucky, come on, come on.
Come on!

(soft whistling continues
in distance)

(soft popping)

(rapid popping)

(people screaming in distance)

-(neighing)
-(smacking lips rapidly)

(whispering):
Come on, come on, come on.

Lucky. (smacks lips)

(neighs)

(whooshing, faint screaming
in distance)

(Lucky neighs)

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

-(loud rumbling)
-(Lucky shrieking wildly)

(people screaming)

(OJ screams, grunts)

(electricity buzzing)

♪ ♪

(soft whooshing in distance)

(hooves clopping)

(Lucky nickering)

(door closes)

Yo. (sighs)

It's done.

All right, I'll be over in the
morning to tear that shit off.

Or you guys can do it
yourselves.

-It's all the same.
-No, no.

-I like when you do it.
-Of course you do.

All right. See you tomorrow.

-See you.
-(door opens, closes)

(grunts)

(panting)

-(line ringing)
-Pick up, pick up, pick up,

pick up, pick up,
pick up, pick up.

Come on, come on.
Pick up, pick up, pick up.

(engine starts)

("Sunglasses at Night"
by Corey Hart playing)

OTIS SR. (on video):
Did you know that

the very first assembly
of photographs

in sequential order
to make a motion picture

was a two-second clip
of a Black man on a horse?

-(phone vibrating)
-That man was a Bahamian jockey

known as Alistair E. Haywood,

and he was
my great-great-grandfather.

-Hey.
-OJ (on phone): Em.

I was right.

It's not a ship.

What happened?

♪ I wear my sunglasses
at night ♪

(slowing, distorting):
♪ So I can, so... ♪

(engine and music stop)

What the fuck?

-(sighs)
-(soft whooshing in distance)

♪ ♪

Shit.

It ate them, Em.

It ate them all.

It's alive, Em. It's an animal.

It's territorial, and it thinks

(slowing, distorting):
that this is its home.

-Em!
-(line beeping)

(yells)

Oh, fuck. (panting)

Oh, shit.

Ooh, yes.

Hey, hey. We're in trouble.

Okay?

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

-(people screaming in distance)
-(Emerald shuddering)

What?

(whooshing)

(screaming continues)

(rumbling)

(whimpers)

(screaming continues)

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

(shuddering breaths)

ANGEL:
Who the hell is that?

Who the hell is that?

-Em! Who the hell is that?
-Fuck.

(screaming continues)

(whispers):
It's above us.

-(loud roaring)
-(people screaming loudly)

Ah, shit!

Shit.

-(roaring, screaming continue)
-Oh, shit! What the fuck?

(panicked screaming, shouting)

-(screaming stops)
-(squishing)

(deep grumbling)

(objects creaking, clattering)

ANGEL:
Oh, God.

S-Something very bad
is happening.

(screams)

Fuck!

(thunder crashing)

(rumbling, squishing)

ANGEL (whimpering):
Yeah, we're fucked.

♪ ♪

(thunder crashing)

(engine stops)

(thunder crashing)

(water rushing outside)

(gasping breaths)

(rushing water fades)

(whimpering)

(rumbling)

(deep groaning)

(Lucky neighing)

-(Lucky huffing)
-(groaning fades)

(pants quietly)

(deep growling)

(roaring)

Nope.

(roaring)

(roaring)

(roaring)

(gasps)

♪ ♪

(metal creaking)

(soft popping, echoing)

(metallic creaking)

(lock clicks)

(birds chirping)

-(electronics powering up)
-(distorted music playing)

-(Lucky neighs)
-(gasps)

(metal creaking)

(distorted): ♪ I wear
my sunglasses at night ♪

♪ So I can... ♪

(engine starts)

(distorted music continues)

(nickers)

(distorted):
♪ It cuts my security ♪

♪ Has she got ♪

♪ Control of me? ♪

♪ I turn to her and say... ♪

ANGEL:
Em. OJ's coming.

EMERALD:
Let's go.

(whispering):
Got to get out this house.

I got to get out this house.

No, st-st-stop.
Can't we just wait, right?

-You can. -No, I'm not
gonna be here alone.

-I've got to get out
this fucking house! -No.

We're alive still
because we stayed here.

(distorted music continues)

(engine stops)

(metal creaking)

(distorted music continues
playing in van)

(Emerald and Angel arguing
indistinctly in distance)

(Lucky nickers)

(distorted music continues)

(Emerald and Angel
continue arguing)

(distorted music
continues loudly)

(distorted):
♪ I wear my sunglasses... ♪

(Emerald shouts)

EMERALD:
Go!

-OJ: Come on. Come on.
-EMERALD: Go!

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

-Come on, come on.
-(Emerald whimpering)

(distorted music
slows to a stop)

-(Angel shushing)
-(Emerald panting)

-EMERALD: Go.
-(soft popping)

(whooshing)

Yeah, she... she gonna make it.

-BUSTER: OJ.
-She gonna make it.

-Oh, hey, horsie.
-OJ: Hey, don't-don't look him

-in the eyes, please.
-FYNN: VFX!

(neighs)

-(soft whooshing)
-(Emerald grunting)

(tapping leg)

-(frustrated grunt)
-(tapping van)

(Angel shushes)

(whispering):
Focus here. Focus here.

-(Emerald panting)
-Come on.

(music resumes clearly)

-♪ I wear my sunglasses ♪
-EMERALD: Go!

♪ At night ♪

♪ I wear my sunglasses
at night ♪

♪ I wear
my sunglasses at night ♪

♪ I cry to you, I... ♪

(sighs)

(medieval flute music playing)

MAN (over speakers):
Welcome to my tavern.

I don't know if you've heard,
but a terrible beast is about.

It's been harassing villagers,

ruining crops
and eating their livestock.

(dragon roars over speakers)

Many a glory-seeking hunter
has attempted to defeat it,

and just as many have perished.

While you're here...
While you're here...

While you're here,
please look around.

♪ ♪

I'm here in
Agua Dulce, California,

and the whereabouts of
those 40 guests and employees

of a local Western theme park
are still unknown.

The sheriff's office
has had its hands full

trying to identify
the unaccounted for.

Until they do,
only one thing is certain.

There is something strange
happening

out here in Agua Dulce.

OFFICER (on TV): Security
cameras were off at the time.

Other than that, we have, uh,
no reason to suspect foul play.

We did have
a considerable amount

of rain come through here,

so we don't want to rule out
flash flooding

as possibly having played
a part. We're obviously...

ANGEL: You never go wrong
with a fried fish sandwich.

(Angel chuckling)

Tartar got tang. (chuckles)

Stupid.

"Tartar got tang"?

ANGEL (chuckling):
Right?

I don't think it eats you if
you don't look it in the eye.

-MAN: Hey, hey!
-(indistinct arguing)

-RTR, bro.
-(men clamoring outside)

You know?

Like, read the room. (chuckles)

Nobody want to talk about that.

-MAN: Let's go! -MAN 2:
Okay, okay, okay. Enough.

All right, all right, all
right, all right, all right.

-(clamoring continues)
-MAN 3: Hey, you lucky!

OJ:
Every animal got rules.

All right?
We know what it wants,

and we know how it comes, so...

Fuck.

We don't really know shit.
(chuckles)

OJ, what's this about, man?

What's this about?
You want me to...

You want me to say, "I'm sorry"?

"I was wrong"? "It's dumb"?

It wasn't dumb.

-Own the moment.
-Stop.

-Stop, stop this shit.
-It was good. It was good.

But the moment about to pass.

And we don't own shit.

Okay. Well, I assume
y'all are crashing at mine.

Right, 'cause you can.

'Cause I'm not going back

to the fucking monster umbrella.

-Got to feed 'em.
-(van door closes)

Let Lucky out.

There's shit to do.

Always.

Always some shit to do.

(phone dings)

♪ ♪

(Lucky nickering)

(sputters)

(neighing in distance)

(OJ sniffs)

ANTLERS: There's a wheelchair
on your roof.

Hi.

ANTLERS: That cloud ain't moved
a goddamn inch.

So you're not completely
full of shit.

Thank you.

Yeah. Thank you.

(clears throat) Th-The concept
of extraterrestrial animals

in the sky is not a new thing.

You know, people been trying

to get pictures of these things
since, like, the '50s.

-You know, it's an ancient...
-How do we see it?

-It's gonna get hungry again.
-(sighs)

Ah.

So, you know...

just ring the dinner bell.

(chuckles softly)

OJ: Now, we know
what it doesn't like.

That little fake horse
and flags messed it up good.

Got stuck in its windpipe
or something.

I bet it ain't gonna fuck with
flags like that in a minute.

EMERALD:
Yeah.

We pissed him off.

OJ: We're not the reason
it settled down here.

That was Jupe.

He got caught up
trying to tame a predator.

You can't do that.

You got to enter an agreement
with one.

ANTLERS:
Yeah.

Ask Siegfried and Roy.

Okay.

Um, asking as someone
who was in the house

-when the shit went down...
-EMERALD: Mm.

How exactly do you enter
an agreement with a fucking...

a UFO, alien entity or whatever
the hell you want to call it?

Jean Jacket.

Call him Jean Jacket.

ANTLERS:
So, how about this?

How about we send
ol' Jean Jacket

some fresh horses in golden hour

-and see what happens?
-ANGEL: Mm-mm.

Horse people.

Mm, why not just set them free?

We're not doing that.

Okay.

Who is gonna go down there

and get the star
out of his trailer?

Me.

I'll get him out.

Where you want it?

ANTLERS:
You draw him out there.

I'm here.

On this ridge.

Oh, shit.

ANTLERS:
Made her myself.

No electricity.

Didn't I tell you
this motherfucker was gonna

come up here with
a non-electrical camera?

Let's go, boy!

Yeah!

OJ: I've been up under it
a couple times now.

I get him.

It's an animal.

You don't turn your back
on a bear.

You don't wear red
around a bull.

It's like that.

You don't look at it
unless you want its attention.

Good night, Mr. Storeman.

Fuck it. I call top hat.

OJ:
And we ain't got a lot of time.

One day. Two days, tops.

-(siren wailing nearby)
-(grunts)

'Cause the word is getting out,
and when it does...

ANGEL: Sorry, dead people.
Park's closed.

OJ:
...you know people gonna come

and do what they always do:

try and take it all
for themselves.

Fine.

Thimble.

That's the one I wanted anyway.

OJ:
Well, let 'em come.

It ain't gonna matter.

-(click)
-(whirring)

'Cause what we about to do...

...they can't erase that.

He's big, he's bad,

and he's got a lot of spirit.

But anything with a spirit
can get broke.

So you break it.

I'll get the shot.

(chuckling)

(Antlers sips)

ANGEL:
Hey, um...

What we're doing's important.

Right?

Like, what we document,
it's, uh...

...it's gonna do some good, huh?

I mean, besides the money
and fucking fame,

like, we can save some lives.

Fuck, we-we can even save Earth.

Right?

(Antlers chuckles)

-OJ: Mm.
-EMERALD: Yeah.

♪ Well, it came down to Earth ♪

♪ And it hid in a tree ♪

♪ I said,
"Mr. Purple People Eater ♪

♪ Don't eat me" ♪

♪ Well, he looked at me
and in a voice so gruff ♪

♪ He said,
"I wouldn't eat you ♪

♪ 'Cause you're too tough" ♪

(clicks tongue)

♪ He was a one-eyed,
one-horned ♪

♪ Flyin' purple people eater ♪

♪ One-eyed, one-horned ♪

♪ Flyin' purple people eater ♪

♪ One-eyed, one-horned ♪

♪ Flyin' purple people eater ♪

Sure looks strange to me.

(Antlers chuckles softly)

(clicking)

(static crackles)

♪ ♪

OJ:
He ain't gonna fuck with you.

(birds chirping)

(bell clangs)

(panting)

(fabric rustling softly in wind)

(wind gusting softly)

(Angel clears throat)

EMERALD:
Time to wake up the family.

(record crackling softly)

(wolves howling over speaker)

ANGEL (sighs):
Here we go.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are. (chuckles)

("Exuma, the Obeah Man"
by Exuma playing)

♪ I came down
on a lightning bolt ♪

♪ Nine months
in my mama's belly ♪

♪ When I was born, the midwife
screamed and shout ♪

♪ I had fire and brimstone
coming out of my mouth... ♪

-(chuckles)
-(music continues in distance)

How exquisitely stupid is that?

(chuckling)

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na, na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na, na-na-na ♪

♪ Exuma was my name
when I lived in the stars ♪

♪ Exuma was a planet
that once lit Mars ♪

♪ I got the voices of many
in my throat ♪

♪ The teeth of a frog
and the tail of a goat ♪

♪ I'm Exuma ♪

♪ I'm the obeah man... ♪

-(smacking lips)
-(neighs)

Hah, hah, hah!

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na... ♪

(song continues in distance)

We gonna get you today,
motherfucker.

-♪ When I've got my ♪
-♪ Obeah ♪

-♪ Big hat on my head ♪
-♪ Obeah ♪

-♪ You know that I ♪
-♪ Obeah ♪

-♪ Can raise the dead ♪
-♪ Obeah ♪

♪ And when I got
my stick in my hand ♪

♪ You know that I am... ♪

Where is the feed
for Holst's camera?

(over radio):
Over.

Couldn't figure it out. Over.

EMERALD: What you mean,
you couldn't figure it out?

Over.

ANGEL: Um, Holst is shooting
on a film camera,

and all of our cameras are
digital, so it's a whole thing.

Over.

EMERALD: Basically,
you forgot about it. Over.

ANGEL:
Yeah, well, I had my hands full

rigging 50 fucking sky dancers
to dead people's car batteries

all connected
to one control panel.

So, yeah, fucking over. Sorry.

I'm scared.

Man down.

Man down? What? Where?

OJ:
Last dancer, deep in the gulch.

Stay on it, Em. I'm staying up.

♪ ♪

Motherfucker.

ANGEL:
Oh, wait, wait.

Oh, it's back up.

Could be a faulty battery.

EMERALD:
All right. Shot's up, then.

(soft chittering)

Nah, he's poking.

(motor whining)

Who's this asshole?

ANGEL: Man in black
on a white motorcycle.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Shit.

Can I help you?

RIDER:
You see that cloud?

Hey, man, who you with?

RIDER:
Oh, I'm sorry.

Who are you?

Nobody.

RIDER: You don't look like
a nobody to me.

Yeah, look, w-we doing
a camera test

for a Verizon commercial,

so now I'm-a need you
to clear the road.

RIDER: This whole valley
comes up as blurry

on Google Maps.

You're really tucked away
back here.

Jupiter's Claim?

Quicker if you go
the other way around.

RIDER:
Yeah.

Actually,

what did happen with Jupe Park
and all those people?

He was basically
your neighbor, right?

So, what, they vanished?

You don't believe
the flood narrative, do you?

Fuck, guys.

It's TMZ.

Oh, fuck me.

Uh, hey, guys. Uh, Jean Jacket
is definitely in those clouds,

and he's definitely
coming this way.

RIDER: What's the matter?
Don't you want to be on TV?

EMERALD:
Man, I'm trying to tell you.

You don't want to go that way.

RIDER:
Fuck it.

Your loss, nobody.

-(smacks lips)
-(Lucky sputters)

♪ ♪

EMERALD:
We still rolling? Over.

Goddamn right we are.

(panting)

Fellas, here it comes. Over.

ANGEL:
Pop quiz, guys.

What happens
when an electric bike

going 60 miles per hour
hits an anti-electric field

going in the opposite direction?

(motor powering down)

(rider screams)

Shit.

Fuck.

ANGEL: Shit.
We're all gonna go to jail.

(electric motor winding down)

Oh, fuck. There's no way
that that guy's alive.

(rider screaming)

ANTLERS:
Ah, shit.

EMERALD:
Goddamn.

I told his ass not to go.

-I told him not to go.
-(smacking lips)

ANGEL:
Uh, hey, OJ, what's...

Wh-Where the fuck
are you going? (chuckles)

The fuck is he doing?

I'm going dark. Over.

EMERALD:
Okay. No, OJ, no. No!

(slowing, distorting):
No self-respecting...

♪ ♪

(sighing)

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Easy, easy, easy. -(neighs)

RIDER: (groans)
Did you get that on camera?

-OJ: Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. -What happened?

OJ: Listen, listen, we-we
got to get you out of here.

-Eyes on me.
-Where's my camera?

-OJ: Hey! Hey!
-I need my camera.

Do you see it?

Okay. Angel?

-What?
-Angel, come on.

We got to reload.

Shit.

(Antlers coughing)

(rider panting)

RIDER:
Wait.

(motors powering up)

Uh, where's your phone?

-(electronics powering up)
-Why aren't you filming this?

ANGEL:
What?

ANTLERS:
Angel, what's happening?

(sighs)

Okay, OJ, if you die
trying to save that guy,

I'll kill you.

RIDER:
No. No, no, please.

-Please, no. No. -We're gonna
get you out. Shut your eye.

-Shut your eye.
-Not before you take a picture.

(screams)
T-Take a picture first!

Uh, camera reloads.

(Antlers grunts)

RIDER:
You can use my camera.

OJ: No, no.
There's not enough time.

(motors powering down)

ANGEL (singsongy):
It's here.

(shuddering breaths)

RIDER:
Be Scorpion King.

Make a name for yourself.

(booming, rumbling)

What is that?

-OJ: My bad, man.
-(grunts) Hey.

-Oh, my God.
-(growling, clicking)

My camera! I need my camera!

-Oh, my God! Fuck!
-(OJ clicks tongue)

(whooshing)

(rider screaming)

ANTLERS: Give me the lid.
Give me the lid.

-Come on. All right.
-(rider screaming)

RIDER:
Oh, God!

ANGEL:
Oh, fuck!

Shit! Fuck!

Hey, hey! Is everybody okay?

For the love of fuck,
talk to me, please!

EMERALD:
OJ.

♪ ♪

OJ. OJ!

You stupid-ass motherfucker,
you better answer me.

-(rider screaming)
-OJ: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

EMERALD:
Are you okay?!

(slowing, distorting):
Are you good? Over.

(rider screaming)

-(gruff grunting)
-(Lucky neighs)

RIDER:
Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

(whimpering):
Oh, God.

Oh, God!

-(squelching)
-(screaming stops)

(clicking, whooshing)

(growling)

-(Lucky neighs)
-(roaring)

ANGEL: Holy shit, I-I think
it's taking the dancers.

Are you getting this?

(OJ clicks tongue, smacks lips)

♪ ♪

EMERALD:
Guys, OJ's hooded up.

He's doing the run.
OJ's doing the run!

ANGEL:
Oh, God.

Hey, it's gone.

I can't see it anymore, guys.

♪ ♪

-(grunting)
-(Lucky neighing)

(whooshing)

Get it. Get it!

(rumbling)

No.

Fuck.

(roaring)

Go! Go!

-Lucky, go. Go, go, go, go, go!
-(Lucky neighing)

(panting)

(booming)

(Angel whoops)

Holy shit!

(laughs):
Yeah!

Let's go!

Yeah, he didn't like that,
did he?

ANGEL: OJ,
you're a motherfucking genius.

(panting):
We got it. We got it.

It's over.

It's over. We got it, y'all!

The feed started going
in and out when...

when that guy got got.

But we should be covered
with the film camera.

Right, Holst?

(sighs, grunts)

The light.

The light, it's...

...gonna be magic soon.

(scoffs quietly)

What you mean, Ant?

Whoa, no, no.
Wh-Where you going?

It's gonna be all right, Angel.

We don't deserve the impossible.

(sighs)

ANGEL:
Uh, hey, guys.

Holst just said
some creepy, cryptic shit.

Took his camera.
He's heading up the mountain.

Over.

Hey, Holst.

EMERALD:
Holst. Wait. Hold on, man.

Talk to me. What happened?

Did you get the shot
or didn't you? Over.

This nigga.

Fuck. (exhales)

This is crazy, right?

♪ ♪

(sighs)
Come on, come on, come on.

Fuck.

-(breathing heavily)
-(camera rattling)

(gasps)

(strained yelling)

-(screaming)
-(camera continues rattling)

(strained groaning)

(grunts)

OJ:
No, man.

(roaring)

The fuck?

(soft popping)

ANGEL:
Holst.

(growling)

(roaring)

(whimpers, grunts)

(gasping, grunting)

(coughing)

♪ ♪

(soft popping)

Oh, shit.

(whimpers, shudders)

(yells)

(roaring)

(screams)

(shudders) Fuck!

(wind whistling)

(shuddering breaths)

ANGEL:
Oh.

Oh, God.

No.

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

(gasps)

What? (grunts)

(groans)

(grunting, panting)

Ow!

(panting)

Fuck.

(pained grunting)

Okay.

(gasps) Fuck!

(yells)

(gasping)

(yells) Oh, shit!

(screams, whimpers)

-Oh, no!
-(melodic popping)

(screaming)

(booming, roaring)

(grunting)

Don't look. Don't look.

Don't look. Don't look.
Don't look.

Don't look. Don't look.

Don't look. Don't look.
Don't look.

-(groans)
-(wind howling)

(grunting)

-(growling)
-(panting)

OJ:
Get the bike!

Get out of here!

(panting)

Oh, my God.

You're dead! Dead!

Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Look down.

(panting)

(deep groaning)

(grunts)

(straining)

OJ:
Hey.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(neighs)

(grunts)

Come on.

(motors powering down)

No.

(OJ whistles in distance)

♪ ♪

(growling)

(clicks tongue)

(panting)

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

♪ ♪

(Lucky neighing)

EMERALD:
No!

(panting)

Just leave, OJ.

Forget it! Come on!

Come on!

(wind gusting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(rumbling)

♪ ♪

(Lucky shrieks)

(motors powering up)

(Lucky shrieking in distance)

Come on!

(soft popping)

(growling)

-(electrical whirring)
-(grunting)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(soft popping, clattering
in distance)

(wood crackling)

(grunting)

(yells, grunts)

(grunting)

(panting)

(whispers):
It's gonna fuck you up.

It's gonna fuck you up.

♪ ♪

(grunting, panting)

(growling in distance)

(grunting)

(camera clicks)

Come on.

Come on, come on! (grunts)

♪ ♪

What the...

(chittering)

(Emerald grunting, panting)

(camera clicks)

(panting):
Come on. Come on!

I'm gonna get you,
you motherfucker.

(panting)

♪ ♪

-(grunts)
-(camera clicks)

I'm-a take you to Oprah.
I'm-a take you to Oprah.

Let's go to Oprah.

(panting)

(whooshing)

♪ ♪

(grunting)

(deep groaning)

-(yells)
-(camera clicks)

(grunts)

(panting)

(deep squelching)

(sharp pop echoes)

Yes!

Yes!

Nobody fucks
with Haywood, bitch!

Nobody!

You hear me?!

(pained grunting)

JUPE (recorded, powering up):
Cowboys and cowgirls,

it's time to ride off
into the sunset.

-That's right. Happy trails.
-(groaning)

It's closing time.

You don't have to go home,
but you can't stay here.

Come back again.

Until then, we wish you well.

-Hasta la vista. Adios.
-(indistinct chatter)

MAN: Yeah, get a shot of her.
Zoom in.

(chatter continues indistinctly)

(vehicle doors closing)

♪ ♪

(chatter continues indistinctly)

MAN:
We're ready.

MAN 2:
We're set up, ready to go.

(chatter continues indistinctly)

MAN:
Folks, this is Wally Pachenko

-reporting live from Agua Dulce
-(pained grunting)

just outside of Jupiter's Claim,

where just seconds ago

an inexplicable occurrence,
uh, just in the distance...

You can probably hear
th-the shock in my voice.

There are still some fragments,
uh, floating in the air

where some-some
unidentified object

just drifted off into space
and exploded.

Uh, you can see some fragments
still falling from the sky.

(voice fading): Uh,
we will have some amazing...

(shuddering breaths)

♪ ♪

(breathing deeply)

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(music ends)