Major Arcana (2017) - full transcript

There you are, have a great day.

- You look retarded.
- Huh?

- What are you doing?
- Grabbing a bite.

You knew I'd be here.

You back dating Craig again?

More or less.

What're you really doing here?

- Eating, I told you.
- No, in town.

Settling my father's estate.

What's that take,
like 10 minutes?

More or less.



No, actually,
he left me everything.

Yeah? How much?

Fifty-two acres and like,
fifteen thousand bucks.

Don't tell anybody.

Enjoy your burger.

I'm like,
"You're a fucking idiot

if you think that's
the best show on TV."

That one girl's a badass though,
she's like pretty cool...

So I guess I'll see ya.

- Come over here.
- What's up?

- Oh, shit!
- Fuck.

See ya around.

Oh my god, who was that guy?

He took me to prom
like a thousand years ago.



- Seriously?
- He's a dick.

Ah, fuck.

That Dad's car?

He wasn't using it.

I figured you'd show up,
eventually.

It's only been a couple days.

I thought I'd tidy up
the place a bit.

You don't need to do that.

I'm not even staying in here.

I know, I saw your tent.

Then why bother?

Why bother?

God damn it!

Where have you been?

Up in Canada.

Canada's a big country.

B.C.

Doing what?

Carpentry mostly.

For four years?

Time got away from me.

Why didn't you call me?

What if I needed you?

I don't know.

I figured you'd be okay.

Sorry about your dad.

No you're not.

- Where are you going?
- Just blowing off steam.

I'll come see you
in a couple days.

Oh.

Oh!

Ah!

Ahh!

Ah!

Dink?

About hitting you,
I didn't remember it.

Molly said something
this morning.

I was drunk, you know how I get.

- Bullshit.
- Really.

I was surprised to see you
is all.

- After the funeral...
- You went to the funeral?

There was a keg, I was bored.

- How many people were there?
- Couple dozen.

For being such an asshole,
your dad had a lot of friends.

Yeah, well...

Where you been?

Nowhere, all over.

Out west for a while,
California, Oregon.

- Doing what?
- Odd and ends.

Seeing the country mostly.

Okay.

So we're still friends?

Yeah, of course.

Cool.

Well, you look good.

You lost weight.

Thanks.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Mom, open up!

- What is the matter with you?
- You didn't answer the door!

Here, get yourself shit-faced.

You want some?

No.

I thought you'd call first.

I don't have a phone.

Well...

I'm glad you're here.

Yeah, me too.

No, I mean the shower
is all clogged up.

I had to wash my hair
in the sink.

The pizza man delivers now.

You staying for dinner?

I don't think so, not tonight.

You got plans?

Yeah, got some friends
I'm meeting.

You're a liar.

I'm not, I have plans.

You do not.

You're all alone.

- I have a friend I'm meeting.
- Like hell you do.

I don't wanna sit around
and listen to your bullshit.

I was trying to be polite.

Look, four months ago,

your dad told me

that he would buy me
a ticket to Florida.

Can you believe that?

That would've been the nicest
thing he ever did for me.

I should've got it out of him
when I had the chance.

How much did he leave you?

Fifty-two acres.

Don't make me call you
a liar again.

- I'm telling the truth.
- Bullshit!

I know he had money
stashed away.

- He was gonna pay for my trip!
- Two thousand bucks,

but it's for the taxes.

You think I'm stupid,
don't you?

Don't you?

I know that he won $4,500

at the Indian casino in January.

He must've spent it.

On what?

Even he couldn't drink
that fast.

That's my money.

I've known him a lot longer
than you did.

He left it to me.

I don't have anything!

I'm not giving you the money.

You know what?

You're just like him.

Selfish, a liar, and a deadbeat.

You didn't fix the clog!

Call a plumber.

I can't afford a plumber!

Asshole!

I'm sorry about your dad.

Oh, thank you very much.

You guys are really kind.

I drove during the blue
hour from Pennsylvania to Vermont.

Um, what is the blue hour?

Time between like, morning...

yeah, when it's dark
to like light or early morning.

- So everything looks blue.
- Right, right.

They're beautiful.

- What's that, I'm sorry?
- Take care of yourself.

What the fuck?

Get your fucking hands off me!

- Fuck!
- Hey!

- Are you all right?
- Fucking kidding me?

Fuck!

Shit.

That was pretty messed up.

He's a dick.

- You want one?
- No, thanks.

Actually, I quit drinking.

- What?
- Yeah.

You're like a sober person now?

Yeah.

- For how long?
- Little while.

Why's that funny?

Your dad's rolling
in his fucking grave.

What you been up to?

Shit.

- Where to begin?
- Yeah?

No, not really.

I had an au pair gig
for a couple summers.

This family from New York
came up, I watched their kids.

- Sounds pretty cool.
- Yeah.

I made enough money to go skiing

and spend the winter
getting hammered.

What were the kids like?

Cool.

So what happened?

Nothing, the parents sent 'em
to sleepaway camp.

It's fine, I had to get up
really early, it was exhausting.

I bet, kids can be
pretty exhausting...

I've been reading tarot cards
though, lately.

Like, as a thing I do
on the side.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, you think that's weird?

No, not at all,
I think it's cool.

It is, I mean,
I don't know if you believe

in that kind of thing
or whatever,

but I think
it's kinda fascinating.

This lady did readings

at my cousin's bridal shower
last year

and I pulled
the Wheel of Fortune,

which is like a turning point.

She was explaining it to me
and I was like,

"I could do this,"
so I got a deck of cards

and started doing readings
at the store.

That's great.

You gotta do mine sometime.

Yeah?

Sure.

Cool.

What was all that with you
and Craig before?

You don't have to tell me.

You taste like beer.

You taste like onions.

Sorry.

I, uh...

Take me back to your place.

I wanna see the inside
of your tent.

Um, okay.

- You sure about this?
- Totally.

Actually, it's been
a long time for me.

How long?

- Two years almost.
- Seriously?

This could be
a big night for you.

Take off your shirt.

You take off your shirt.

Take your pants off.

Here.

Lick it.

Do it.

What?

Nothing.

Take these off.

Take these off.

Sierra.

Sierra?

Motherfucker.

Hey.

You building a fort?

More or less.

What is all this?

Nothing, just fucking around.

So, last night...

Yeah.

- Yeah what?
- Nothing.

- You were just all fucked up.
- I know.

Look, this is kind
of awkward for me,

but can we just forget about it?

Okay.

You know what
I mean though, right?

Who am I gonna tell?

I doubt you're gonna get
a signal out here.

I should probably
get back to civilization.

You gonna call Craig
or something?

Maybe.

He's a tool, you know.

You wanna get some pizza
some night?

I'll think about it.

Hey,
can I speak to Sierra, please?

Tell her it's Dink.

Tell her I'm really sick
and I'd appreciate it

if she could stop by after work
for a few minutes.

No, food poisoning, I think.

Yeah, you did?

No, just puking.

Yeah, I don't feel so lucky.

Dink, you got that?

Thanks.

Dink.

- How's it going, Craig?
- Pretty good.

- Do you need any help?
- No, I'm just gonna

find some windows.

So what's going on?
You working a job or...?

Sort of. Just helping out
a friend.

Well...
holler if you need anything.

What's the story with this?

Nothing.

Just got that in the other day.

It's pretty nice.

I guess.

Some guy in Ludlow had it in
his barn for, like, 60 years.

How much?

- This ain't for you.
- Yeah? Why not?

It's for some
fucker from Boston

who wants a centerpiece
in his vacation home.

It's worth more
than your truck.

That's okay.

What's okay?

Yeah, I don't care.

I like it. I want it.

Pull around front,

I'll have one of my guys
load you up.

- How's Sierra?
- Who the fuck knows?

I'll tell you what,
this can go either way.

I'm gonna put it all out there,
double or nothing.

I got you on this one,
motherfucker.

Wacko.

And two.

It's all going down.

Fuck yeah.

Twenty bucks at a time.

I'm gonna take your money.

I know, I'm under pressure.

I got this.

One.

Two.

The last one's for you.

Sorry, I didn't mean
anything by that.

- Help ya?
- Hey, I'm here

about the wood stove.
Is it still for sale?

Maybe.

- Works okay?
- What's not to work?

I'll give you 200 bucks for it.

- Mm-mm.
- 250.

- How much do you want?
- Six hundred.

The flyer says,
"five or best offer."

My wife put that ad.

I'll give you 400 if you help me
get it back to my house.

- Been out this way before?
- Yeah.

Thanks for the help.

You must think a lot
about getting old, dying.

I think about it all the time.

Maybe it's 'cause,
I don't know,

when I get to be as old as you,
I can't even imagine.

Jesus, right?

My wife died. Last month.

Shit. I'm sorry.

Damn.

Oh.

Fuck!

Number 117, please.

Thank you.

♪ Little darlin', I don't know
where you came from ♪

♪ But I've been lookin' for you
all my life ♪

♪ If everything is right,
I just might tonight

ask you if you want
to be my wife ♪♪

Ah, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

God damn it! Fuck!

Fuck.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What the hell have you been
doing to yourself?

Do you think it's broken?

Can you move it?

- You're fine.
- Hurts like hell.

Called you a couple weeks ago.
I was super sick.

Yeah, well,
I see you got better.

I thought we were gonna go
for pizza some night.

- Why would you think that?
- 'Cause I asked you.

- And I said "no."
- You said you'd think about it.

So?

- It's not a good idea.
- Because of Craig?

- Because of a lot of things.
- Come on, it's just pizza.

It's never just pizza.

How about my reading?

- We're pretty busy.
- I'll schedule an appointment.

- Fine. When?
- How about right now?

Come on, just give me
a break, okay?

Yeah, sure.

Keep it iced for a couple hours,
it should be fine.

- Thanks for the help.
- Don't mention it.

You know, I'd started
to forget what a prick you are.

Sorry, really. I just want
to know what my future holds.

- It's not fortune telling.
- Fine. Sorry.

Here.

- Humor me.
- Fifty bucks.

- What?
- Fifty bucks. You made me

come out here after you,
that's what it costs.

Or can't you afford it?

- I can afford it.
- I thought maybe

you'd burned through
your inheritance already.

Me?

Sit.

- Shuffle the cards.
- Who's watching the store?

I left a note saying
I'd be back in 15 minutes.

No, motherfucker,
shuffle the cards.

Close your eyes.

Feel the weight of them
in your hands.

It doesn't mean anything
if you don't take it seriously.

I want you to think
of a question.

- What kind of question?
- The question,

what you want the cards
to tell you.

I got one. It's about
this girl I know.

Cut the deck.

Pull three cards, lay 'em
face down in front of you.

The first card represents
the energy you bring

- into the reading.
- Shit.

Fucker looks like
he's building a cabin.

Is that what
you're doing up here?

Yeah.

What for?

To live in.

It's the Ten of Wands.

It represents
a spiritual burden.

- What kind of spiritual burden?
- That's for you to say.

Do you have a history
of running people out,

people close to you,
sins you need to atone for?

- Maybe, some.
- See?

The cards can be very profound.

Next one reflects the present.

- It's not what you think.
- What does it mean?

It's a challenge
to surrender to Fate.

Come on. You sure you
know how to read these things?

You want to make it about us,
fine, make it about us.

This one is a guide
to your future.

What's the story
with these two dogs?

It's just one
dog howling at the moon

under its spell.

This one is a wolf.

It represents
the animal nature of man.

The crayfish is fear.

This trail is your journey.

And these towers
are a threshold

between shadow and light.

That's gonna be your choice,
darkness or light.

So this girl,
will she go for me?

I can't see why she would.

What the fuck? Why does it seem
like you want me

- to be an asshole?
- Are you kidding?

You come back all of the sudden,
and you haven't told me

why you left or what you were
doing or where you went,

acting like you're just
a victim of circumstance.

Do you know what
"surrendering to fate" means?

- It means stop pretending.
- I'm not pretending anything.

Then what the hell
happened to you?!

Nothing.

- I got sick of being here.
- Sick of me.

Sick of life.

So?

So I drifted around for a while.

I wound up in Eugene, Oregon.

Living with these kids
for about a year.

- Kids, like children?
- Basically.

Seventeen,
eighteen-year-old.

I helped 'em build
a skate ramp.

It was cool. They thought
I was like the Godfather

or something.

Then, one night, we went out
to the middle of nowhere

to take some mushrooms.

I bought beer.
It was a normal night.

And then they just kicked
the shit out of me,

like a dozen teenagers
kicking me in the head

and the stomach
till I blacked out.

I woke up, they had taken
my clothes and my money

and just left me there.

- Why?
- Guess they just decided

I was some asshole.

What happened?

Nothing. I ended up
in the hospital a couple days,

collapsed lungs,
some broken ribs, that's it.

No, I mean,
did you call the cops?

- No.
- Why not?

It would have been complicated.

How so?

I'd been hanging out
with a couple of the girls.

One of them wasn't quite 18.

- Are you fucking stupid?
- I know, okay?

I got picked up for DWI
a couple weeks later.

They sent me up
to this halfway house.

It's probably the best thing
that could have happened to me.

Listen, I was
a fucking scumbag.

I'm just trying to get things
back on track here.

You're just gonna
live in a cabin in the woods?

Fuck yeah, that's exactly
what I'm gonna do.

I have to get back to the store.

Wait.

What are you gonna do
in the wintertime?

How are you gonna make
a living here?

I don't know.
I'll figure something out.

No one's gonna hire you
for anything. Nobody likes you.

- People like me.
- No, they don't.

They know you.
They don't like you.

Sierra...

You like me.

You used to anyway.

Why are you helping me,
I thought you were my friend?

Can I stay here?

You smell like wet dog.

I've been
meaning to air it out.

- Where'd you go?
- To a bar with some friends.

- Craig?
- He was there.

- Where is he now?
- Blacked out somewhere.

It doesn't matter.

- Stop.
- Why?

- Because you're drunk.
- No, I'm not.

You wouldn't be here
if you weren't.

- You want me to go?
- You don't have a car.

- You could drive me.
- No thanks.

- What should we do then?
- Just get some sleep.

Sierra?

- Sierra?
- What?

I should probably
take you home, right?

- What?
- Don't you think

I should take you home?

Why? Craig doesn't give a shit.

You're not worried about it?

Just let me sleep, okay?

Slide over,
you're hurting my arm.

You regret it?

No, I don't regret it.

Me either.

Can I see you again?

Soon, I mean.

Not in like a month.

- I don't know. When?
- Tonight?

I have plans tonight.

I got work to do anyway.

On your cabin?

- It's almost finished.
- Really?

- You don't want to show me?
- When? Last night?

You can see it when it's done.

- Okay, when it's done.
- How about Friday?

That's the day, just like that?

Just say you'll come over
on Friday.

Fine. I'll come over.

I wasn't sure
you'd still be here.

- Where else would I be?
- I don't know.

You never come around.
You could be anywhere.

There's nothing
keeping you here.

I could put this property
up for sale, take care of it.

You pay me in advance
on my commission.

I'm really not interested.

- What are you doing up there?
- Building a cabin

with my bare fucking hands.

- Someone's paying you?
- No, it's mine.

I'm on my way to the casino.

I need a thousand dollars.

No way.

Give me a thousand dollars.

A thousand dollars,
and you'll never see me again.

Wait here.

This is 600 bucks.

- If you win, I want it back.
- When have I ever won?

Where's Sierra?

Fine.

Give me a pack of menthols
and a box of rubbers.

You need a couch.

I know.

I hope you don't mind
I let myself in.

Of course not.

What do you think?

It's something.

I got steaks,
I got macaroons, I got candles.

- What?
- Nothing.

Sounds romantic.

- You're drinking?
- I'm celebrating.

Craig and I split up.

Whoa.

I thought you'd
have more to say about that.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm great.

Like you said,
I was wasting my time with him.

Well...

It was definitely long overdue.

Definitely.

So, anyway...

I'm happy you're here.

I have an idea.

Have a drink with me.

- Sierra...
- Oh, come on, just a little bit.

Can't we just...

See? No big deal.

So you're done with your cabin.

What are you gonna do now?

I still have furniture to build,

outhouse. I'll be at it
for a couple more weeks.

- Have another one.
- No, I've had enough.

You barely had any.

Come on, I don't want
to drink alone.

It'll be fine, I promise.

Cheers.

I told my mom that I'd been
seeing you around.

You know, it's the oddest thing.

She pretended like she didn't
remember who you were.

I mean, I think
she was pretending.

How old do you have to be
to start losing your mind?

She wants me to move down
to South Carolina

with her and her husband.

He does oil paintings
for these hotel rooms.

Not quite on velvet,
but, like, that idea.

He just churns them out.

Like the guy with the 'fro
on TV.

She gave me one.
I could give it to you.

You could hang it in here.

- What?
- Huh?

♪ Then we walk
in flowered fields ♪

♪ All covered in sunlight ♪

♪ And now we find ourselves
right here ♪

♪ In the darkened night ♪

♪ But the night
won't hold us close

because I have your love ♪

♪ It comes up
from a higher place ♪

♪ I'd say it's from above ♪

♪ So don't give up
and don't you care

of things that matter not ♪

♪ Just be glad
for all you have,

for everything you've got ♪♪

Like you.

- What's it say?
- I have no idea.

I just keep pulling the cards
till I see what I want.

Kinda loses all meaning.

You could stop.

- I'm starving.
- Want me to pick something up?

I can get donuts.

- You don't mind?
- I don't mind.

Not donuts, though.
Get me an egg sandwich

on a Portuguese roll
with sausage and cheese

and a coffee with milk.

No problem.