Reservation Dogs (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
'Sup, shitass?
Hope you're doing good.
Just floating around in space.
Yep. Things been real
messed-up around here.
There was a tornado in town.
Uncle Brownie
stopped it, though.
He's been right
acting up ever since.
Can you see me?
Bark if you can.
Ha. Ha!
My dad's
OCD is on X Games mode.
Losing his socks, his
favorite mug, his keys.
Thinks the "Little People"
are fucking with him.
Damn...
Okay, that I'm actually
not surprised about.
I'm-I'm not gonna
bullshit, but...
Bear still talks to that spirit
- with the hard nips.
- I mean, I don't know
what the fuck you're doing here.
And this picking on me
and shit. Man, just...
Cheese been spending a lot of
time with his Uncle Charlie,
which I guess is good.
The tornado winds picked
up someone's horse
and dropped her
off at Kenny Boy's.
Welcome to Burglekutt Salvage.
- She's so beautiful.
And now he thinks,
friggin', the Creator
gifted it to him.
You're ours now,
and we're yours.
Big's
still going on about
- his Bigfoot and catfish heads.
- Huh.
Bucky's been having
problems with that este hvtke lady,
per "yoozh."
Mose and Mekko got
their bikes hustled.
I better not find
out who took it.
Send them to the spirit world.
They're on foot now.
- Let's ride.
- But we can't even ride.
And Elora left with
that bitch Jackie.
She's, like, our
sworn enemy now.
Fuck.
Bad part is...
think it's all my fault.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
GPS is fucked-up.
Can you put it in your phone?
I've got a burner. No GPS.
Fuck.
: Aho!
Thank you for your donation.
Excuse me for my beauty
now, for I shall give you
some ancient Native
American wisdom here.
He who hoots with
the owls at night
cannot soar with the
eagles in the morning.
Do not watch two dogs
get stuck together.
For if you do, you
shall get pink eye.
These are ancient sayings
from the heartbeat
of Mother Earth.
Deposit more money now
for more wisdom.
Hoka.
The fuck?
Bullshit machine.
Hey, you can't use
that until you buy it.
I'm buying it.
- Aho! Your friend Daniel's house.
- Yeah.
- Fuck.
I will take care of him,
friends, nephew. Uh-huh.
The hell are you
doing here, man?
Oh, hi there, young
warrior. Good to see you.
Yeah, I was on my way to another
appointment, a new client.
I saw you here looking
all-all sad-like.
- So I decided to stop by.
Why are you here? I thought
you went to California.
I w... We were.
But fucking Elora
Danan ditched me, man.
I'm actually glad to see you.
I haven't really been
feeling the best...
Yeah, bro, I'm sorry.
I can't hear your
sad story right now.
I-I got to go. I got
this other client.
Fucker things he's
a spirit, you know?
He did turn the storm,
but, fuck, whatever.
Everyone can do that.
So...
- I'll check you later.
- Wait, you serious?
No, come on. Come on, man.
You literally invade my life
whenever it's
convenient for you, man.
And as soon as I'm seeking
help, you just bail?
Okay, um...
You got your, uh... your
sacred curlies in, right?
My what?
Your sacred hairs.
Your man mesh. Your
nest of creation.
Your he-muff, she-muff,
they-muff down there.
See, long time ago, when our
sacred hairs came in like that,
it meant that we
weren't children no more
and that we started
working for the people.
You... you're acting
like a kid, man.
We all had a job.
We all had a role.
That's how we built
strong nations,
like each a stitch
in the great loin
cloth of the people.
I don't even know
what that means, man.
Fuck, I don't even know
what it means, man.
I'm just making it
up as I go along,
all right? Why you asking
me all these questions?
You weren't even my
appointment today.
Fuck. Take responsibility
for yourself,
young warrior.
Carry on, my wayward son.
There will be peace
when you are done.
Aho.
I'm trying, man.
Oi!
Skoden.
Yeah.
You see how Daniel's dad moved?
Yeah, I heard.
I think, bro, that
it's all connected.
Man, you sound like
you've been chilling with Big.
- She sounds like Big.
- Yeah. - Fuck no,
I don't sound like Big.
Uncle Brownie told us, "Don't
mess with bad medicine."
What do we do? Fucking
mess with bad medicine.
Yo, that was all you.
Fucking cursed now.
It seems like it's just a
bunch of "co-edincinces."
Yeah.
Don't know. Elora taking
off and ditching you.
Yeah, but ma-maybe it's
my fault she left, man.
- Guys...
- Or maybe it's because she's fucking selfish
and she doesn't give
a shit about me, man.
But it's not because
of a fucking curse.
- Guys.
- Yes, it is. It's all connected.
- No, it's not, bro. It's just...
- Guys!
What the fuck?
Hey, bro. The hell's going on?
Tearing it down.
Yeah, someone
bought it last week.
What, y'all live
here or something?
No, it's, like,
our secret hideout.
Ain't no secret anymore, man.
Some Texas rancher bought it.
He's gonna build some sort of...
You know, megachurch
- for white folks.
- And there's no curse.
- Is this y'all's shit?
- Oh, hell no.
Daniel's shit, you guys.
Fuck.
See, I told you,
man. Fucking curse.
Yeah. Kind of looked like
some evil seance or some shit.
- What-what are y'all doing?
- It's a memorial.
What's up with the
commodity cheese, man?
Yo, why you asking
so much questions?
Told you. Fucking cursed.
How the fuck do
people read these things?
What the fuck?
Hey, what's that light mean?
- What the fuck?
Shit.
- Fuck.
- Man, your grandma's got a rezzy-ass car.
What the fuck do we do now?
Fuck.
Fuck.
Take this
moment to pray.
Take a moment here to pray.
I want to pray for
you, Creator. Aho.
Aho. Creator, thank you
for these sacred tater tots
that my nephew-grandson-grandpa
here has given me.
Take care of his little heart
like that and his cholesterol
in that good way.
- Aho.
- So, does this mean
I'm a holy man now?
Huh? No, no, no.
You're not a holy man.
I think I must be.
You're not.
What was Crazy Horse like?
Crazy Horse? Oh, man.
He was something. He
was pretty awesome.
His eyes were like the thunder
beams looking at you, you know?
Most people think a warrior
means to be all macho like that,
but no, being a warrior
means being in touch
with your feminine side.
And Crazy Horse, he did that.
He was a true warrior. In
touch with his man moon.
Most people don't remember
that we once had a man moon.
We'd bleed once a month.
Happened every
sacred time for us.
Crazy Horse was the last one
of us to have a man moon.
- Hmm.
- And then the white man took it from us.
He had a gimpy leg, too.
About a foot shorter. He just
hobbled around everywhere.
That's why he rode the
horse all the time.
I don't think you knew him.
Nah, I-I mean, I
didn't really know him.
I mean, how do you
really know somebody?
- But he was pretty girthy.
300 pounds. Very stoic.
I wish I knew him more.
Holy men can't be having
colonizer boobs on their wall.
I told you.
You're not a holy man,
- Grandson-Nephew-Brother.
- And you're not a regular spirit.
You're one of those
backwards spirits.
Telling me Crazy
Horse had a gimpy leg.
- He did.
I'm a holy man now.
- For fuck's sake.
I'll have
sacred duties.
Who's he talking to?
I think it's safe to
say he's delusional.
Have to set a
good example. Help others.
- Uncle.
What?
The director's cut of Big
Trouble in Little China?
I've never seen this one.
What the hell are
you kids doing here?
We need help.
No. You caught me
right in the middle
of making myself a better man.
- What's that mean?
- Means "Get the fuck out."
Okay?
The fuck you doing with that?
Oh, i-it was in the trash.
My mistake. Leave me alone.
Fuck it, let's just go in.
Shit's been fucked up, Uncle.
Curse I did fucking
flipped on me.
- Ennit, bro?
- Eh.
We
just need your help.
You used bad
medicine, didn't you?
White medicine. I know you
told me not to, but
bitch had to go.
Well, you have to go back
to whoever put on the curse
and start there.
I told you, I don't mess
with bad-luck medicine.
You know, you should really
"alphabetecize" these.
What?
It-it just helps,
easier to find.
I-It's why you lost Big Trouble.
Well, I'll pay you some
Sonics if you do it for me.
I can't read the
small letters, so...
Worth it.
Oh, but you got to let
me watch this, though.
- You got it.
Man.
Think he's gonna stop?
Mm-mmm. He's probably racist.
- Looks creepy.
- No, he's just white.
Hey. Where you headed?
Uh, we're going to L.A.
L.A., huh? Wow.
I-I could probably get
you as far as Amarillo.
I'm going to that big
white cross with... Jesus.
I'll ride up front.
I'm sorry it's, uh, messy.
I haven't had a chance to clean.
- You guys don't mind the mess?
- It's fine.
- You want some Flamers?
- I'm good.
You want some Flamers?
They're my favorite.
- Come on. No?
- I'm fine.
You guys are young.
You don't like Flamers?
I'm Victor.
I'm J-Janet.
I'm Jackson.
Really? Janet and Jackson?
All right.
Well, straight up now, tell me,
do you want to hear some
jams pumped into the car here
and hit the road?
This is a good song.
By a singer named Pat Green.
It's not a classic country song.
I like my country more modern.
Not the stuff that's
stuck in the honky-tonks.
I need it on the main stage
to really understand it.
This boy's from Dallas.
You can't argue with a
Texan. Listen to that voice.
Good voice, great body.
That's an entertainer.
The full package.
I one time heard
an old man singing
this song at karaoke and I
just fell in love with it.
That's how I remember it.
Sadly, this reminds me
of myself a little bit.
"I wandered out to the water
"to see if I had drowned.
I just know I'm going
down." That part.
That part reminds me of me.
I think he's, like,
he wrote it for me.
I'm a salesman. I
travel all over.
I sell art.
Framed and matted art,
by painters like
Monet and Van Gogh.
Those are famous painters.
Prints, of course.
Not the real thing.
Those are hard to come by.
Kind of like a good friend.
I have a son.
I don't know him very well.
Another man raises him.
I'm still thinking about
when he was in diapers,
and, uh, now he's in...
roller skates and
jean shorts and...
You know, all the things
teenage boys do and wear.
So, you know how
teenage boys are.
Right?
You two teenage girls?
Surely you must have met
some boys along the way.
Uh, why-why did you turn?
- Hey, I asked you a question.
- Hmm?
Why did you turn?
Oh, there's just a gas
station further up the road.
Looks like your
tank's half full.
Yeah, but you never know.
Once we hit the Panhandle,
could be a little white
before we hit
another gas station.
You don't want to get
stuck with me, do you?
Where the fuck
are you taking us?
Yeah, we're in the
middle of nowhere.
Just calm down.
- Hey, we asked you a question.
- Relax. Whoa, no, no, no.
- Lock.
- What the fuck?
- Hey, no swearing.
-I'm gonna fucking kick you in
the fucking face -Calm down.
- If you don't pull over.
- Whoa, don't-don't
get razzed, don't... Oh!
- Oh, my God.
- Pull over!
What the fuck are
you doing? Stab him!
Stab his ass!
Aah! Aah!
Oh, my God!
- Oh, you bitches!
- You fucking bitches!
- I fucking warned you!
You stupid...
Get the fuck out!
You backstabbers!
I tried to help you!
I tried to help you!
Fuck.
Our bags.
Our fucking money.
Fuck!
Oh, fuck.
I got a couple bucks.
Well, if one of you were
handy, you could take a look
- at my beer cooler.
- I ain't no maintenance man.
- Geez... Turn it down.
- Shit.
These shitasses.
- Where's your uncle?
- He's a holy man now.
Yeah, right, and I'm
a sex worker in Paris.
Tequila with a
little lime, right?
Yes, you remembered.
And you're still
too young, asshole.
Came to talk to you.
I need you to undo what you did.
What I did?
You mean, what you did.
Come on, man. Whatever
fucking Hogwarts shit
you got up your sleeve's been
causing it for all of us.
That curse came back
and it's frickin' biting
all of us in the ass right now.
Well, I can't help that.
That's not my problem.
Quit being cheap. My
bro's all sad panties.
My hair's falling out. Like...
Where's your Gandalf stick
or your wand or some shit?
You need to Uno
reverse card this shit.
I'm just the intercessor.
- The conjurer.
- The shaman.
Yeah.
Do either of y'all have jobs?
- No.
- Job would straighten you out.
You wouldn't be going on and on
talking about curses and shit.
What's your job?
You're looking at it.
- Drinking?
- No. Disability,
shitass. You need a job.
A real job, you hear me?
All right.
Well, give me back
that hair, then.
I wish I could, but I
don't got it no more.
I don't just keep vials of
hair laying around the house.
Sko, bro. This
wizard's cooked.
Told you.
You're gonna need a more
powerful wizard than me.
Like, level five.
But I heard most
of them are dead.
And a J-O-B wouldn't hurt.
Man, this is
a waste of time.
They
sound like my dad.
Yeah, and that's
where I met Bethany.
She was just a wild onion then.
She was the only
white woman there.
Well, that white woman be stupid
if she don't take this
handsome man back.
Dang.
Mm. Think she'll like it?
- Hell yes.
- Hey, young bloods.
- Sup?
- Hey.
Hey, cvpon, I know
you. Who's your dad?
Huh?
You know his dad.
Used to snag around with him.
Little braids.
Ennit.
Little Braids.
Dang, boy. I was
almost your mama.
Where's he at
these days... jail?
He's in California.
Aw. Just all dadless, ennit?
It's okay.
Your mom will find another one.
What you kids want?
Need a trim, niece?
We need more of Jackie's hair.
You know, for the curse we did?
What you talking about, hair?
I don't be giving
out hair. You crazy?
- You gave us hair last time.
- Hair for a curse.
I don't be giving out hair.
What, you trying to
scare off my customers?
Gol.
But you did. Gave
us some hair.
I believe I will just
sweep up my own hair.
Ah. Yeah.
You know, if you two are
putting a curse on someone,
take it from me,
that bad medicine will
come back on you hard.
Fuck, I know.
Trying to undo it.
That's why we're here.
But I told you, I don't be
giving out hair for curses.
Go on, acting like I'm a witch.
You good, bro?
Hey.
Here.
Put these in your pocket.
Why?
We're gonna break that curse.
Oh, fuckin' skoden!
You need something from
the person that you cursed.
Something personal. You know,
it doesn't have to be hair.
It could be anything.
Her Auntie Bev's.
She might have something.
Sko there. Fuck.
Okay, then, so, uh,
where's this Auntie Bev's?
Fuck, I don't even know.
She works at IHS.
What's
wrong with him?
He's got daddy issues.
I ain't got daddy issues.
Hey, we all got daddy issues.
You stabbed that
fool in the arm.
: Yeah.
I guess I did.
Fucking stabbed him up.
You don't think
he's gonna, like,
die or anything, though, do you?
It was just his arm.
I might've broke
that fucker's jaw.
But I warned him, though.
This catfish is shit.
Yeah.
It's got nothing
on Rob and Cleo's.
Your friend Daniel?
It wasn't that long ago, was it?
About a year ago.
He was cool.
The coolest.
My brother died.
He was cool, too.
Bethany kicked me out again.
Aho.
Aho, yeah,
she's a tough one.
Third time this month.
Try this.
Huh.
Man Moon.
Ah.
"Am I the problem?"
Mabel Post Oak.
Mabel Post Oak.
Wow. So, let me get
this straight...
Hold on, hold on. Bro,
Cheese is texting me.
You took her hair.
You got a white wizard
to put a curse on her...
You didn't think it
would work, but it did...
And now you need a hair clip or
something to break the curse.
Yep.
Yeah.
What's your address?
You know what?
Don't even tell me.
I know your mom.
Your dad works here.
I'm gonna refer you
to, uh, drug court.
Hate this place.
Bye.
- Yo, what happened?
- She ain't gonna help us.
Man, Willie Jack.
There's no curse, bro.
It's just kid shit.
Can we go eat some catfish?
Bro, I'd help you
if you did a curse.
- Mm.
I'm pretty sure there were six
extra frames when he exploded.
Your friends coming
to pick you up?
I don't got no extra
seat on the lawn mower.
Mm, they're almost
done. Bucky's with them.
- Bucky?
- Yeah.
He's real knowledgeable
about this stuff.
He's really smart. Might
even be a wizard himself.
Wh-Where you going?
Turn it off, let's go.
Bucky doesn't know
what he's doing.
He'll make it worse.
I thought you said
you didn't have an extra seat.
Can we pull over?
For real, can we
pull over, please?
Why, you got to take a shit?
Damn! What you doing now?
Oh, my God.
Willie Jack.
I support you.
But I just got to
go, man. I'm sorry.
Fuck.
He gonna be okay?
Just all alone now. Fuck.
String theory explains this.
You know, every
element in our bodies
was made inside
an exploding star.
We just borrow
stardust until we die,
and then we return it for
something else to use.
We're like vibrating strings,
you know, notes of the cosmos,
and each and every one of them
have their own part of the song.
You take away one part,
that song changes,
but the song never dies.
- Got any Shotgun Willie, then?
Sure, on the left.
No bars.
What the
fuck are we gonna do?
We could steal a car.
Steal a car?
It's easy.
Most folks leave their
keys in their cars anyways.
Especially these bumpkins.
Sko.
Hey. Let's start with this one.
You sure?
Didn't you steal a
chip truck before?
Yeah, but this is kind
of fucking different.
It's the same. Come on.
- Got to be here.
- : Fuck, hurry up.
Got it. Come on.
Hey! Get the fuck out of here!
Someone's breaking into the car!
- Shit. Bail.
Guys,
someone's breaking into the car!
- Go, go, go!
Fuck!
Fuck. Fuck.
Run!
Captioned by Media
Access Group at WGBH
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Hope you're doing good.
Just floating around in space.
Yep. Things been real
messed-up around here.
There was a tornado in town.
Uncle Brownie
stopped it, though.
He's been right
acting up ever since.
Can you see me?
Bark if you can.
Ha. Ha!
My dad's
OCD is on X Games mode.
Losing his socks, his
favorite mug, his keys.
Thinks the "Little People"
are fucking with him.
Damn...
Okay, that I'm actually
not surprised about.
I'm-I'm not gonna
bullshit, but...
Bear still talks to that spirit
- with the hard nips.
- I mean, I don't know
what the fuck you're doing here.
And this picking on me
and shit. Man, just...
Cheese been spending a lot of
time with his Uncle Charlie,
which I guess is good.
The tornado winds picked
up someone's horse
and dropped her
off at Kenny Boy's.
Welcome to Burglekutt Salvage.
- She's so beautiful.
And now he thinks,
friggin', the Creator
gifted it to him.
You're ours now,
and we're yours.
Big's
still going on about
- his Bigfoot and catfish heads.
- Huh.
Bucky's been having
problems with that este hvtke lady,
per "yoozh."
Mose and Mekko got
their bikes hustled.
I better not find
out who took it.
Send them to the spirit world.
They're on foot now.
- Let's ride.
- But we can't even ride.
And Elora left with
that bitch Jackie.
She's, like, our
sworn enemy now.
Fuck.
Bad part is...
think it's all my fault.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
GPS is fucked-up.
Can you put it in your phone?
I've got a burner. No GPS.
Fuck.
: Aho!
Thank you for your donation.
Excuse me for my beauty
now, for I shall give you
some ancient Native
American wisdom here.
He who hoots with
the owls at night
cannot soar with the
eagles in the morning.
Do not watch two dogs
get stuck together.
For if you do, you
shall get pink eye.
These are ancient sayings
from the heartbeat
of Mother Earth.
Deposit more money now
for more wisdom.
Hoka.
The fuck?
Bullshit machine.
Hey, you can't use
that until you buy it.
I'm buying it.
- Aho! Your friend Daniel's house.
- Yeah.
- Fuck.
I will take care of him,
friends, nephew. Uh-huh.
The hell are you
doing here, man?
Oh, hi there, young
warrior. Good to see you.
Yeah, I was on my way to another
appointment, a new client.
I saw you here looking
all-all sad-like.
- So I decided to stop by.
Why are you here? I thought
you went to California.
I w... We were.
But fucking Elora
Danan ditched me, man.
I'm actually glad to see you.
I haven't really been
feeling the best...
Yeah, bro, I'm sorry.
I can't hear your
sad story right now.
I-I got to go. I got
this other client.
Fucker things he's
a spirit, you know?
He did turn the storm,
but, fuck, whatever.
Everyone can do that.
So...
- I'll check you later.
- Wait, you serious?
No, come on. Come on, man.
You literally invade my life
whenever it's
convenient for you, man.
And as soon as I'm seeking
help, you just bail?
Okay, um...
You got your, uh... your
sacred curlies in, right?
My what?
Your sacred hairs.
Your man mesh. Your
nest of creation.
Your he-muff, she-muff,
they-muff down there.
See, long time ago, when our
sacred hairs came in like that,
it meant that we
weren't children no more
and that we started
working for the people.
You... you're acting
like a kid, man.
We all had a job.
We all had a role.
That's how we built
strong nations,
like each a stitch
in the great loin
cloth of the people.
I don't even know
what that means, man.
Fuck, I don't even know
what it means, man.
I'm just making it
up as I go along,
all right? Why you asking
me all these questions?
You weren't even my
appointment today.
Fuck. Take responsibility
for yourself,
young warrior.
Carry on, my wayward son.
There will be peace
when you are done.
Aho.
I'm trying, man.
Oi!
Skoden.
Yeah.
You see how Daniel's dad moved?
Yeah, I heard.
I think, bro, that
it's all connected.
Man, you sound like
you've been chilling with Big.
- She sounds like Big.
- Yeah. - Fuck no,
I don't sound like Big.
Uncle Brownie told us, "Don't
mess with bad medicine."
What do we do? Fucking
mess with bad medicine.
Yo, that was all you.
Fucking cursed now.
It seems like it's just a
bunch of "co-edincinces."
Yeah.
Don't know. Elora taking
off and ditching you.
Yeah, but ma-maybe it's
my fault she left, man.
- Guys...
- Or maybe it's because she's fucking selfish
and she doesn't give
a shit about me, man.
But it's not because
of a fucking curse.
- Guys.
- Yes, it is. It's all connected.
- No, it's not, bro. It's just...
- Guys!
What the fuck?
Hey, bro. The hell's going on?
Tearing it down.
Yeah, someone
bought it last week.
What, y'all live
here or something?
No, it's, like,
our secret hideout.
Ain't no secret anymore, man.
Some Texas rancher bought it.
He's gonna build some sort of...
You know, megachurch
- for white folks.
- And there's no curse.
- Is this y'all's shit?
- Oh, hell no.
Daniel's shit, you guys.
Fuck.
See, I told you,
man. Fucking curse.
Yeah. Kind of looked like
some evil seance or some shit.
- What-what are y'all doing?
- It's a memorial.
What's up with the
commodity cheese, man?
Yo, why you asking
so much questions?
Told you. Fucking cursed.
How the fuck do
people read these things?
What the fuck?
Hey, what's that light mean?
- What the fuck?
Shit.
- Fuck.
- Man, your grandma's got a rezzy-ass car.
What the fuck do we do now?
Fuck.
Fuck.
Take this
moment to pray.
Take a moment here to pray.
I want to pray for
you, Creator. Aho.
Aho. Creator, thank you
for these sacred tater tots
that my nephew-grandson-grandpa
here has given me.
Take care of his little heart
like that and his cholesterol
in that good way.
- Aho.
- So, does this mean
I'm a holy man now?
Huh? No, no, no.
You're not a holy man.
I think I must be.
You're not.
What was Crazy Horse like?
Crazy Horse? Oh, man.
He was something. He
was pretty awesome.
His eyes were like the thunder
beams looking at you, you know?
Most people think a warrior
means to be all macho like that,
but no, being a warrior
means being in touch
with your feminine side.
And Crazy Horse, he did that.
He was a true warrior. In
touch with his man moon.
Most people don't remember
that we once had a man moon.
We'd bleed once a month.
Happened every
sacred time for us.
Crazy Horse was the last one
of us to have a man moon.
- Hmm.
- And then the white man took it from us.
He had a gimpy leg, too.
About a foot shorter. He just
hobbled around everywhere.
That's why he rode the
horse all the time.
I don't think you knew him.
Nah, I-I mean, I
didn't really know him.
I mean, how do you
really know somebody?
- But he was pretty girthy.
300 pounds. Very stoic.
I wish I knew him more.
Holy men can't be having
colonizer boobs on their wall.
I told you.
You're not a holy man,
- Grandson-Nephew-Brother.
- And you're not a regular spirit.
You're one of those
backwards spirits.
Telling me Crazy
Horse had a gimpy leg.
- He did.
I'm a holy man now.
- For fuck's sake.
I'll have
sacred duties.
Who's he talking to?
I think it's safe to
say he's delusional.
Have to set a
good example. Help others.
- Uncle.
What?
The director's cut of Big
Trouble in Little China?
I've never seen this one.
What the hell are
you kids doing here?
We need help.
No. You caught me
right in the middle
of making myself a better man.
- What's that mean?
- Means "Get the fuck out."
Okay?
The fuck you doing with that?
Oh, i-it was in the trash.
My mistake. Leave me alone.
Fuck it, let's just go in.
Shit's been fucked up, Uncle.
Curse I did fucking
flipped on me.
- Ennit, bro?
- Eh.
We
just need your help.
You used bad
medicine, didn't you?
White medicine. I know you
told me not to, but
bitch had to go.
Well, you have to go back
to whoever put on the curse
and start there.
I told you, I don't mess
with bad-luck medicine.
You know, you should really
"alphabetecize" these.
What?
It-it just helps,
easier to find.
I-It's why you lost Big Trouble.
Well, I'll pay you some
Sonics if you do it for me.
I can't read the
small letters, so...
Worth it.
Oh, but you got to let
me watch this, though.
- You got it.
Man.
Think he's gonna stop?
Mm-mmm. He's probably racist.
- Looks creepy.
- No, he's just white.
Hey. Where you headed?
Uh, we're going to L.A.
L.A., huh? Wow.
I-I could probably get
you as far as Amarillo.
I'm going to that big
white cross with... Jesus.
I'll ride up front.
I'm sorry it's, uh, messy.
I haven't had a chance to clean.
- You guys don't mind the mess?
- It's fine.
- You want some Flamers?
- I'm good.
You want some Flamers?
They're my favorite.
- Come on. No?
- I'm fine.
You guys are young.
You don't like Flamers?
I'm Victor.
I'm J-Janet.
I'm Jackson.
Really? Janet and Jackson?
All right.
Well, straight up now, tell me,
do you want to hear some
jams pumped into the car here
and hit the road?
This is a good song.
By a singer named Pat Green.
It's not a classic country song.
I like my country more modern.
Not the stuff that's
stuck in the honky-tonks.
I need it on the main stage
to really understand it.
This boy's from Dallas.
You can't argue with a
Texan. Listen to that voice.
Good voice, great body.
That's an entertainer.
The full package.
I one time heard
an old man singing
this song at karaoke and I
just fell in love with it.
That's how I remember it.
Sadly, this reminds me
of myself a little bit.
"I wandered out to the water
"to see if I had drowned.
I just know I'm going
down." That part.
That part reminds me of me.
I think he's, like,
he wrote it for me.
I'm a salesman. I
travel all over.
I sell art.
Framed and matted art,
by painters like
Monet and Van Gogh.
Those are famous painters.
Prints, of course.
Not the real thing.
Those are hard to come by.
Kind of like a good friend.
I have a son.
I don't know him very well.
Another man raises him.
I'm still thinking about
when he was in diapers,
and, uh, now he's in...
roller skates and
jean shorts and...
You know, all the things
teenage boys do and wear.
So, you know how
teenage boys are.
Right?
You two teenage girls?
Surely you must have met
some boys along the way.
Uh, why-why did you turn?
- Hey, I asked you a question.
- Hmm?
Why did you turn?
Oh, there's just a gas
station further up the road.
Looks like your
tank's half full.
Yeah, but you never know.
Once we hit the Panhandle,
could be a little white
before we hit
another gas station.
You don't want to get
stuck with me, do you?
Where the fuck
are you taking us?
Yeah, we're in the
middle of nowhere.
Just calm down.
- Hey, we asked you a question.
- Relax. Whoa, no, no, no.
- Lock.
- What the fuck?
- Hey, no swearing.
-I'm gonna fucking kick you in
the fucking face -Calm down.
- If you don't pull over.
- Whoa, don't-don't
get razzed, don't... Oh!
- Oh, my God.
- Pull over!
What the fuck are
you doing? Stab him!
Stab his ass!
Aah! Aah!
Oh, my God!
- Oh, you bitches!
- You fucking bitches!
- I fucking warned you!
You stupid...
Get the fuck out!
You backstabbers!
I tried to help you!
I tried to help you!
Fuck.
Our bags.
Our fucking money.
Fuck!
Oh, fuck.
I got a couple bucks.
Well, if one of you were
handy, you could take a look
- at my beer cooler.
- I ain't no maintenance man.
- Geez... Turn it down.
- Shit.
These shitasses.
- Where's your uncle?
- He's a holy man now.
Yeah, right, and I'm
a sex worker in Paris.
Tequila with a
little lime, right?
Yes, you remembered.
And you're still
too young, asshole.
Came to talk to you.
I need you to undo what you did.
What I did?
You mean, what you did.
Come on, man. Whatever
fucking Hogwarts shit
you got up your sleeve's been
causing it for all of us.
That curse came back
and it's frickin' biting
all of us in the ass right now.
Well, I can't help that.
That's not my problem.
Quit being cheap. My
bro's all sad panties.
My hair's falling out. Like...
Where's your Gandalf stick
or your wand or some shit?
You need to Uno
reverse card this shit.
I'm just the intercessor.
- The conjurer.
- The shaman.
Yeah.
Do either of y'all have jobs?
- No.
- Job would straighten you out.
You wouldn't be going on and on
talking about curses and shit.
What's your job?
You're looking at it.
- Drinking?
- No. Disability,
shitass. You need a job.
A real job, you hear me?
All right.
Well, give me back
that hair, then.
I wish I could, but I
don't got it no more.
I don't just keep vials of
hair laying around the house.
Sko, bro. This
wizard's cooked.
Told you.
You're gonna need a more
powerful wizard than me.
Like, level five.
But I heard most
of them are dead.
And a J-O-B wouldn't hurt.
Man, this is
a waste of time.
They
sound like my dad.
Yeah, and that's
where I met Bethany.
She was just a wild onion then.
She was the only
white woman there.
Well, that white woman be stupid
if she don't take this
handsome man back.
Dang.
Mm. Think she'll like it?
- Hell yes.
- Hey, young bloods.
- Sup?
- Hey.
Hey, cvpon, I know
you. Who's your dad?
Huh?
You know his dad.
Used to snag around with him.
Little braids.
Ennit.
Little Braids.
Dang, boy. I was
almost your mama.
Where's he at
these days... jail?
He's in California.
Aw. Just all dadless, ennit?
It's okay.
Your mom will find another one.
What you kids want?
Need a trim, niece?
We need more of Jackie's hair.
You know, for the curse we did?
What you talking about, hair?
I don't be giving
out hair. You crazy?
- You gave us hair last time.
- Hair for a curse.
I don't be giving out hair.
What, you trying to
scare off my customers?
Gol.
But you did. Gave
us some hair.
I believe I will just
sweep up my own hair.
Ah. Yeah.
You know, if you two are
putting a curse on someone,
take it from me,
that bad medicine will
come back on you hard.
Fuck, I know.
Trying to undo it.
That's why we're here.
But I told you, I don't be
giving out hair for curses.
Go on, acting like I'm a witch.
You good, bro?
Hey.
Here.
Put these in your pocket.
Why?
We're gonna break that curse.
Oh, fuckin' skoden!
You need something from
the person that you cursed.
Something personal. You know,
it doesn't have to be hair.
It could be anything.
Her Auntie Bev's.
She might have something.
Sko there. Fuck.
Okay, then, so, uh,
where's this Auntie Bev's?
Fuck, I don't even know.
She works at IHS.
What's
wrong with him?
He's got daddy issues.
I ain't got daddy issues.
Hey, we all got daddy issues.
You stabbed that
fool in the arm.
: Yeah.
I guess I did.
Fucking stabbed him up.
You don't think
he's gonna, like,
die or anything, though, do you?
It was just his arm.
I might've broke
that fucker's jaw.
But I warned him, though.
This catfish is shit.
Yeah.
It's got nothing
on Rob and Cleo's.
Your friend Daniel?
It wasn't that long ago, was it?
About a year ago.
He was cool.
The coolest.
My brother died.
He was cool, too.
Bethany kicked me out again.
Aho.
Aho, yeah,
she's a tough one.
Third time this month.
Try this.
Huh.
Man Moon.
Ah.
"Am I the problem?"
Mabel Post Oak.
Mabel Post Oak.
Wow. So, let me get
this straight...
Hold on, hold on. Bro,
Cheese is texting me.
You took her hair.
You got a white wizard
to put a curse on her...
You didn't think it
would work, but it did...
And now you need a hair clip or
something to break the curse.
Yep.
Yeah.
What's your address?
You know what?
Don't even tell me.
I know your mom.
Your dad works here.
I'm gonna refer you
to, uh, drug court.
Hate this place.
Bye.
- Yo, what happened?
- She ain't gonna help us.
Man, Willie Jack.
There's no curse, bro.
It's just kid shit.
Can we go eat some catfish?
Bro, I'd help you
if you did a curse.
- Mm.
I'm pretty sure there were six
extra frames when he exploded.
Your friends coming
to pick you up?
I don't got no extra
seat on the lawn mower.
Mm, they're almost
done. Bucky's with them.
- Bucky?
- Yeah.
He's real knowledgeable
about this stuff.
He's really smart. Might
even be a wizard himself.
Wh-Where you going?
Turn it off, let's go.
Bucky doesn't know
what he's doing.
He'll make it worse.
I thought you said
you didn't have an extra seat.
Can we pull over?
For real, can we
pull over, please?
Why, you got to take a shit?
Damn! What you doing now?
Oh, my God.
Willie Jack.
I support you.
But I just got to
go, man. I'm sorry.
Fuck.
He gonna be okay?
Just all alone now. Fuck.
String theory explains this.
You know, every
element in our bodies
was made inside
an exploding star.
We just borrow
stardust until we die,
and then we return it for
something else to use.
We're like vibrating strings,
you know, notes of the cosmos,
and each and every one of them
have their own part of the song.
You take away one part,
that song changes,
but the song never dies.
- Got any Shotgun Willie, then?
Sure, on the left.
No bars.
What the
fuck are we gonna do?
We could steal a car.
Steal a car?
It's easy.
Most folks leave their
keys in their cars anyways.
Especially these bumpkins.
Sko.
Hey. Let's start with this one.
You sure?
Didn't you steal a
chip truck before?
Yeah, but this is kind
of fucking different.
It's the same. Come on.
- Got to be here.
- : Fuck, hurry up.
Got it. Come on.
Hey! Get the fuck out of here!
Someone's breaking into the car!
- Shit. Bail.
Guys,
someone's breaking into the car!
- Go, go, go!
Fuck!
Fuck. Fuck.
Run!
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