War Pony (2022) Movie Script
1
(gentle wind)
(whispering in Lakota)
(dogs barking)
(drum thumping)
(loud music)
(galloping horses)
(coughs)
(indistinct TV)
(baby cooing)
- What's up, baby boy?
What's up, mama?
Whoa!
What are you doing?
- Washing my hands.
- His mama got locked up.
- What? For what?
- An old warrant
or some bullshit.
I don't know, but you
need to go bail her.
- Why can't she just
thug it out?
- Because I got work.
I can't watch him.
- Well, who said you
have to watch him?
- Well, I know you ain't gonna
watch him, so...
- How much is it?
- Ah, shit.
What the fuck?
How the fuck am I
gonna get that?
- I don't fucking know where
you're gonna get $400.
Ask her aunties.
- Mom, her aunties
don't even like me.
I ain't got time for this.
- You don't have time
for what shit?
Your baby mama? Or me?
(distant music)
(dog barking in the distance)
- Oh, you got a collar, huh?
(cellphone dialing)
Yo.
I have your dog.
(muffled phone)
Yeah, where you live at?
Like the first one
or the second one?
(tapping)
Alright. Well, I'll be by
in like a couple minutes
or something.
Alright.
(barking dogs)
Yo, you guys wanna buy a PS4?
(both): No.
(clicks tongue)
- Come on.
(barking dogs continues)
(clicks tongue)
Come on.
(dog whining)
Here you go. Come on.
(clicks tongue)
- What kind of dog is it?
- I don't even know.
She was just outside
of my house.
She's pretty cool, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
- You wanna buy her?
- No.
- Come on.
(clicks tongue)
(phone chiming)
(intriguing music)
(loud firecrackers)
(panting)
- Hey, you good?
- Man, nah, I'm fucking
confused, bro.
(laughing)
(talking indistinctly)
- Fuck, bro, it's hot outside.
- Hotter than Germ's
math teacher.
- Oh, score.
(laughing)
- Yeah.
He's flexing the burrito.
- It's a bologna sandwich.
Hey, I'll give you 50 bucks
for this couch.
(laughing)
- I know he got some blaze.
- Hey, Donny,
don't look at these.
- Holy cow.
Holy fuck, these are
pretty nice, bro.
- Hey, don't fuck with that.
My dad will fuck you up, man.
(laughing)
- Alright, after I look
I'll return it.
- Geez!
- What?
- Holy shit!
What is this?
I knew he had something.
What is this?
- Let me see.
- Let me check it out.
(laughing)
- Fuck you.
- Yo, we can smoke that.
Bro, let's smoke it then.
- Fuck that.
- Why?
- My dad will fuck me up.
- Bruh.
- Shit's bunk.
- Did you experience it?
(laughing)
- Bro... It's meth.
- Meth is the best.
- I'm about it,
walking around like that.
- Like you tried it.
- Like you ever tried it?
- Well, I did.
- Oh. My. Gosh.
(laughing)
- But I did.
- Geez.
- And it tastes like shit.
Bro, it burns the back
of your throat so much
it makes you skinny.
It makes you throw up
all your food.
You stay up for like, 14 days.
Bro, one single fucking hit.
- One hit, you're addicted.
- Fucker.
(laughing)
- Boy, you're like, 10.
You can't have
tried it back then.
- Chicken wing, no way.
- Let me see then.
You being a bitch, bro.
Just let me see.
(laughing)
- Bro, you're gonna end up
bony as fuck.
Let's sell it.
(knocking on the door)
- Yo, who is it?
- I was talking to somebody
about returning a dog.
- Oh, yeah. She's mine.
Let me see.
Come on.
(door closing)
So, what's good?
- Not much.
You got a return fee?
- For what?
- Well, we were just thinking,
since we brought it back,
you could hook it up
with a little something.
- Can't be giving out
hand-outs, bro.
That's bad for business.
But if you want to buy her,
I could cut you in
because you found her.
She's expensive though.
- Fuck.
How much is she?
- A rack.
Sometimes two.
Just depends.
- Fuck, a rack for that?
- Fuck yeah. Shit.
If you breed her,
the puppies go for like,
a rack or two each.
- Holy fuck, man.
- Yo, so I'm gonna make
some tea. Do you guys want any?
- No, I'm good.
- No, we're straight.
But I just think it's fucked up
that we did a good deed
when we didn't have to, and
we can't get no deal or nothing.
We could've just
ran off with it.
- Could cut you a deal for 990
for your little good
deed or whatever.
- What the fuck? 990? Ain't that
some cheap-skating ass shit?
You're only taking
10 bucks off of that.
You fucking serious?
- I mean, you're the one
fucking coming at me
with a deal.
I'm giving you one, bro.
- First of all, we ain't come
and ask for a deal.
We're coming because
we're bringing your dog back.
And second of all,
when do I need the money by?
(chuckling)
- Shit.
Could be tonight.
Could be tomorrow.
ASAP.
(growling)
(braying donkey)
- Hurry up, you fucking...
- His donkey looks retarded.
- We got some meth, bro.
You want some?
- Shut the fuck up.
- That donkey's straight up
dementia or something.
Fuck.
(laughing)
- Yo, why are you calling
me out like that?
- 'Cuz, bro, we got some shit
and we need to get rid of it.
- How much?
- How much do you want?
- Probably just a dub right now.
- 100 bucks, bro.
- 100 bucks for
a fucking dub, man?
What the fuck, man?
That shit's outrageous, bro.
- All right. 60 bucks.
- 60 bucks is still
too much, man.
What the fuck? You think
I'm a bank or something?
I'll give you $20
for two dubs, man.
That's a deal.
- Okay wait, hold up.
You got any hoots?
- Shit, yeah.
I got a couple.
- Well, I'll tell you this.
We'll take 40 and the hoots.
- Shit, all I got is
20 on me right now.
- Alright, bro, that'll work.
Give it to him.
- Shit, y'all are crazy.
Alright, for sure, boys.
- Pleasure doing business
with you and your donkey.
- Yeah, papered,
but we have to pay tomorrow.
(coughing)
- What's he getting
a poodle for?
- Puppy soup.
- No shit?
- Alright, then.
Well, hit me back.
- Bro, what you getting
a poodle for?
- Bro, because when I breed her,
that's like 10 G's per litter.
- Shit. How much?
- She's a rack, but I got
a good deal for her.
- I know, but how much
for the one you're getting?
- I just said that.
- She's a rack,
but I got a good deal.
(laughing)
- Damn, a rack for a poodle?
- Yeah.
- I've been saying, man.
Fuck, we should have just
stole that thing.
Shit.
- Yeah.
(phone ringing)
Bro, that's fucking crazy shit.
- Shit, who are you gonna
breed it with?
- Hello?
- Who's he gonna
breed it with, bro?
- I don't know, man,
but it don't make no sense.
- Yeah, if you want
to split the litter,
you gotta come in on half.
- Who you talking to?
- I'm talking to Tiberius, man.
Chill out.
- Man, fuck that motherfucker.
- Is it one of those
little poodles?
- No, it's a legit poodle, bro.
- Yeah, bro. Uh...
If we get the brindled ones,
it's 4 K a dog.
- Bro, tell him I said
fuck him, bro.
If I see him,
I'm gonna fuck him up
and I'm gonna take his dog.
- Bro, you need
to calm down, alright?
This is business.
Plus, he don't have the dog.
See, this is the point.
I'm trying to have him
buy the dog with me.
- I could care a less, bro.
Still, fuck him.
Tell him I said that shit too.
- Shit.
- Hello?
Who are you talking about?
- Huh? No, man. We ain't
fucking talking about you.
- We are fucking talking
about you.
- Man, shut up.
(laughing)
Hey, but I'll talk
to you later, alright?
- Tiberius? What kind
of fucking name is that anyway?
(laughing)
- Did he call Popcorn?
- Shit.
- Yeah, bro.
But remember Popcorn
is breeding with
Sissy Sanchez now.
- Pop this bitch...
(indistinct chatter)
(laughing)
(cash register beeping)
- Hey, bro.
This ain't enough.
- I got you.
- Alright, thank you, Auntie.
- I got him.
(indistinct chatter)
- Hey, are you guys hiring?
- We are not.
- No?
Echo!
Echo!
- What?
- Is that my baby
or did you have another one?
Echo!
- What do you want?
- You. Where you been at?
- Home.
- Oh.
It's like that?
- What do you want?
- I got you this.
- I gotta go.
- Why?
- Because I don't want
to talk to you right now.
- Why?
- Because I'm mad at you.
- Since when?
- Since you stole my fucking car
and missed your son's baptism.
Took that hoe on a run
to Denver
when I told you my car
didn't have tags.
- Shit.
- Yep.
- But like, you don't even
know me anymore.
I'm a changed man.
I'm about to be rich as fuck
with a million poodles.
- I gotta go.
- Ah.
(barking dogs)
- Fuck.
(door opening)
(mumbles indistinctly)
(video game sound effects)
(groaning noises)
- Man, Germ, you're stinking
like some fucking ass
or something.
(laughing)
- You haven't showered
in four weeks.
- Chee four.
- If you laugh, you're in
love with Lil' Marty.
(laughing)
- Alright, alright.
- Nay, this guy laughed.
- Starting now.
(indistinct chatter)
- Fucker's out.
- Hi.
- Stealing from your
own dad now, huh?
Hello?
- No.
- Who the fuck ate
my sandwich then?
- I did.
- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.
- I need the bed tonight.
- Okay.
(crickets chirping)
(indistinct TV)
(door closing)
- Alright, I got wheels, rims,
catalytic converters,
batteries, gas.
Oh, and a GPS system.
- I can do $250 for everything
but the gas.
I don't buy gas anymore.
- Fuck, would you be able
to do at least $400 or $350?
- No, it's the end of the month.
You'll have to wait
till next Thursday
when the boss gets back if you
want him to take another look.
- To be honest, I'm just
trying to buy this dog.
- What's the best you
can do today?
- It's $250, man.
- Fuck.
- I'll take that rice cooker
for $20, though.
- $20? Alright then.
But I gotta sell it with
the dishwashing gloves.
It's like a two-for-one deal.
- Well, how about $22 for both?
- Yeah. That sounds good.
- Bro, you know anybody
looking for any PS4's?
- No, we don't buy PS4's, bro.
You might have to try
Prairie's Edge.
- Fuck, alright.
(school bell)
- 100 equals 10
to the second power.
10 times 10.
1,000 equals 10
to the third power.
10 times 10 times 10 times
10 times 10 times 10,
and so on through the series.
Now, we can do it with
another number like 2
which is pretty straightforward.
Two to the first power
equals itself. Two.
Two to the second power
equals four.
Now... following that pattern,
what would be the next number
in this series?
- Two to the fifth power?
- Good.
- Two to the fifth power.
And the answer to that
would be what?
- 20?
- It would be two times two
times two times
two times two is eight.
Two times eight is 16.
Two times 16 is 32.
So, this is all the material
that you're gonna need to know
for your quiz on Thursday.
Those of you that don't have
your notebooks and pencils out,
you probably want to get them
out and get these down.
Any questions on this so far?
Does this make sense?
Thursday's quiz is going
to cover exponents.
(school bell)
So, see you tomorrow.
(hip-hop music)
(cellphone ringing)
- This is a prepaid
call from...
- Carly.
- ...an inmate at the County
Correctional Facility.
To decline this call,
press nine now,
and to accept this call...
- Accept.
- Thank you.
Your call has been accepted.
- Hello?
- What are you doing?
Come bail me.
- What the fuck
you talking about? How?
I don't even have no money.
- I don't know, Bill.
Figure it out.
It's fucking cold in here.
- Well, then what the fuck
did you do to get there
in the first place?
- For a traffic violation, Bill.
I don't know.
Is my son okay?
- Duh, what you think?
- Well, where is he?
- With my mom.
- You have 30 seconds left.
- Well, man the fuck up
and bail me right now, Bill.
I'm not fucking playing.
- How about you fucking call
the homeboy that you've been
messaging and have him
come bail you?
- Oh, you mean homeboy
who looks after your son
because you're too busy
rattling off
with your new family to be
a fucking dad to him?
You rat off all
the fucking time.
- You know what?
Girl, I rat around
because I don't even know
where we stand, alright?
And I ain't got time for this.
- ...bail me out
so I can take care
of my own goddamn--
(cellphone ringing)
- Hello?
- Hey, man.
What you selling?
- What up, bro?
It's a poodle with papers.
- Why the fuck you buying
a poodle, man?
- Nah, I'm gonna breed her, but
I gotta pay this girl tomorrow.
- Well, how much then?
- Hey, I'm gonna have
to call you back. Alright?
- No problem.
- What's up, man?
- Howdy.
- You need some help?
- Yeah, my front tire's
blown out.
- Damn. Well,
you got any cash on you?
I could help you like,
take you to Rush or something.
- I was hoping maybe
you'd take me up to my house
and I'll have my boys
come back for the truck.
- Well, where do you live?
- About two miles out
of Scottsbluff.
- Ooh.
Hmm.
That's gonna have to cost you.
- Yeah?
How much?
- Shit.
Scottsbluff is pretty far.
Plus, I need some gas.
I'd say at least like, $80.
- All right.
That'll work.
- Alright. Well, hop in.
- Alrighty.
(indistinct chatter)
- What's up, Dad?
- What's up, little man?
- Nothing.
- How was school?
- Good.
- Tight. Tight.
- Well, you wanna play
some video games?
- Nah, I gotta work.
- Why, you still got
that one job?
- No, those fuckers fired me
over some dumb shit.
- I'm going to get a job soon.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. So I can get a phone
and talk to my girl.
- You ain't got no girl.
You wanna hit it?
I know you smoke.
(coughs)
Alright, Snoop.
Give me that back now.
That's what you get.
- I got a hot lunch for you.
- You ate already?
- Yeah, I ate.
- What'd you eat?
- Oh, shit. My bad.
That was last night,
but I'm not even hungry.
- Alright.
What's that?
- A book to learn magic.
- Show me a magic trick.
- What kind of magic?
- I don't know.
Show me a card trick, something.
- I don't like card tricks.
- Why not?
- 'Cause it's not real magic.
- What's real magic?
- Like when you can change
things with your mind.
- I'll show you a magic trick.
I'll make this food disappear.
(laughing)
Alright, man. I'm out.
- Alright. I'll be in in a bit.
- Alright.
(hip-hop music)
- You can just pull over here.
(turning off car engine)
Wait here for a second.
(clanking)
Say, Bill.
How'd you like
to make another $100?
- Shit, how so?
- The thing is I'm supposed
to have dinner with my wife
and I was hoping that
you'd do me a favor
and head out to the truck
and swap out that tire for me.
- Hmm.
Is it all yours?
- Yep. It's all mine.
- Hmm.
I could do it for $200.
- Okay.
Here's the thing, Bill.
The important thing
here is that...
I got a girl out in that truck.
- Ooh.
And I'm going to need you
to give her a ride home.
Could you do that for me?
- Sure. Where does she stay?
- I don't know.
You'll have to ask her.
Somewhere on the rez, I think.
- Oh, shit.
Shit, I mean that's like
a couple hours to go pick her up
and an hour back to Ridge,
plus I don't even know
where she'll be staying.
I'm gonna need a little
bit more than $200.
- How much more?
- $400.
- $400?
- And a job.
- And a job?
What makes you think
I got a job for you?
- I mean...
You got two big houses,
big 'ol land.
You must be doing
something right.
- Uh-huh.
I'll tell you what.
I'm not gonna give you $400,
but we can see about the job.
What do you think?
- Yeah, well,
I appreciate all that,
but I gotta go get my son
to the dentist.
I'm gonna have to pass.
(engine starting)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up, hold up, hold up.
(engine turning off)
I'll do $300...
and you might be in luck
with the job, yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah.
I could do that.
Throw it in the trunk.
- Alrighty.
(barking)
(indistinct TV)
- Check this out.
- That's pretty cool.
- I waited six fucking months
for this little bastard, man.
They sent it
to two or three P.O. boxes
before they finally got us.
I spaced them out.
Yeah.
Alright, little man.
See you later.
(door opening)
- Alright. See you, Dad.
- Yeah.
(door closing)
(pausing video game)
(car door closing)
(car starting)
(door opening)
- Fuck!
- What are you doing, bro?
- Don't come barging in
like that next time.
- My bad.
- Fuck this guy.
- Scared you shitless?
(laughing)
Or shirtless?
- Here you go, bro.
Check it out.
This here, my boy,
is Epsom salt.
- Ha, I ain't your fuckin' son.
(chuckling)
- You good?
- Yeah.
- I'm Bill.
I'm taking you home.
Go ahead.
You can just get in.
(indistinct chatter)
(crickets chirping)
- Look at these little guys.
- Fucking mutts,
forget about it.
- Who's looking?
- Who's all looking?
- Is this shit good, or what?
- It's good stuff, bro.
- Yeah, it's legit.
- Who's your dad?
- Arnie Whitehorse.
(laughing)
- Get the fuck outta here.
- Whitehorse's kid out here
trying to sell me
his own fucking drugs.
(laughing)
How much?
- 50 bucks.
- 35.
- 45!
- 45? This kid...
- 45?
Man.
- Whitehorse.
- Arnie Whitehorse.
- Fuck.
- Alright.
(laughing)
- Let's go then.
(indistinct chatter)
- Yo, let's go around the back.
That guy was fucking...
- What'd you guys get?
- Just wait till we get home.
- What is it?
- Wait till we get home.
- What is this shit, bro?
- What?
- This shit's fake as fuck.
What'd y'all give me?
What is this?
(dogs barking)
- Fuck!
- Run!
- Dad! Dad!
Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!
- What the fuck you doing here?
- He's trying to beat us up!
- Who?
- That guy!
- What'd you do?
- I don't know what we did!
- What the fuck did you do?
- Who, this guy?
That's my son.
- That's your fuckin--
(talking indistinctly)
(barking)
- Yeah, that's my fucking son!
What's good, bitch?!
(laughing)
- You want some?
- Right here then, WWE style.
(laughing)
- Where were you?
(yawning)
- I think I found a job.
- Doing what?
- Working for some white guy.
I made like, 300 taking
some people home.
- Like a taxi?
- I don't know.
I guess.
But I'll be doing
more stuff, too.
- Well, good.
You could bail Carly.
The kid would be happy.
- He already looks happy.
- That's 'cause he's sleeping.
(door closing)
(percussive music
in the distance)
(drums thumping)
(drum thumping continues)
- I saw you dance before.
You're a really good dancer.
- Thanks.
- Can I have a kiss?
(laughing)
- Does it hurt?
- I'll be gentle.
- I wasn't talking about that.
- Oh. What were you
talking about?
- Your face.
- Oh, shit.
My bad.
(chuckling)
- Um..
I don't want to do it here.
- Okay.
(R&B music)
- Come here.
- Man, you're really goofy, huh?
- You still love me.
Why don't you come outside?
- Holy fuck.
- What?
- What the fuck is that?
- What do you mean?
What do you mean,
what is it? It's a poodle.
- I know it's a fucking
poodle, you idiot.
Where'd you even get her at?
- Does it really matter?
- You probably stole it.
- What makes you think
I stole it?
Don't be thinking like that.
I bought it.
- The most goofiest shit
I've ever heard.
Only you would buy some white
lady-type dog, I swear.
- I'm gonna tell everybody
that she's yours
so I don't look like a pussy.
- Fuck no, you better not tell
nobody that's my dog.
- Why not?
- Why would you even buy it?
Why the fuck would you even
invest in something like this?
- 'Cause, you know,
it's not just mine.
It's yours too.
- So, what?
What do you plan to do?
- I don't know.
What do you want to do with it?
It's half yours.
- I can't take care
of no fucking dog, Bill.
- That's alright.
She's hella great, though.
She could make us rich.
Buy you that car.
Buy you some new clothes.
I'mma get us a trailer
and give you more baby boys.
- Oh, you're a fucking rat.
(laughing)
- And you're beautiful.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm. You know...
- So, what's up?
(dog whining)
- She wants you to come outside.
(sighing)
I want you to come outside.
Please?
- You're fucking crazy.
- You need some help?
- No, I'm good.
- All right.
- Oh, shit.
- Here, can you hold this?
- For what?
- Because you're gonna
stay with me.
(baby cooing)
(barking)
(rap music playing)
- Oh, my God.
(door closing)
(clattering)
- Yo, what the fuck did you do?
You really think I would notice,
you stupid little fuck?!
Fuck you!
Look at me!
Look at me!
(grunting)
Fight back!
Fight back, bitch!
Fight back!
(struggling)
You're a bitch!
Fight me!
You're gonna get me
fucking killed!
Fight back.
Come on, son.
You putting salt
in my fucking shit!
You think I wouldn't notice it?
(muffled chatter)
(chocking)
()
Get the fuck out of my house.
I don't want you here no more.
(drums thumping, chanting)
(insects chirping)
(birdsong)
- Hey, Bill!
Come on up!
(sighing)
- Here you go.
(chuckling)
(laughing)
Okay.
So, the whole point of wine,
Bill, is sipping it slowly
so you can enjoy it.
- Oh, shit.
Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- So, do you have any holiday
plans this year?
- Hmm. Not really.
Probably just try
to hang out with my kids.
- I didn't know you had kids.
- Mm-hmm. I got two sons.
- Wow.
Two sons.
That's amazing.
- So listen, Bill.
We own Fall River Farms
and there's a bunch of positions
opening up at the plant
and I was thinking
we could get you started
over there
because I know
you could do with more work.
- So adorable.
- What do you think?
- Yeah, I'd appreciate that.
- Thanksgiving is obviously
our busiest time of year
and we're providing
to three new suppliers this year
which is huge for us.
- Huge.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, Bill.
Bill should help with Halloween.
- Oh, okay.
- Yeah, because last year,
we hired this Mexican company
from Rapid and, well,
one of the employees
pooped on our lawn.
- Okay, honey.
It wasn't a Mexican thing.
It was just a bad manners thing.
- No, he was Mexican.
- He just happened
to be Mexican.
That's not why...
I mean, come on.
- We can laugh about it now.
Like I'm laughing,
but at the time,
it really wasn't that funny.
- Look, someone shat
on our lawn,
who happened
to be Mexican, okay?
Anyway, I'd still love
to keep you around the house
doing personal stuff
if you'd be open to, you know,
having two jobs, but we don't
need to get into all that today.
- Oh, my gosh.
Who's this little doggie?
- Oh, that's Beast.
I'm breeding her,
trying to start my own business.
- Beast?
That's an interesting name.
- Yeah. My son named her,
so no rez dogs
would fuck with her.
(laughing)
- I love that.
You really are... You're just,
you're so different.
- He's smart, honey.
Unlike most of
the other guys around here.
- Oh, who is this?
- Someone that's dead to me.
- Oh, sweetie.
I'm so sorry.
- No, it's all right.
- No, no, it isn't.
You poor thing.
When did she pass?
- Huh?
- When did she die?
- We just broke up.
- Oh!
(laughing)
I thought she died.
- All right, Bill.
So what did you do?
- Nothing.
- Come on.
You must have done something.
- Nothing.
- Nothing at all, huh?
- See, this is
my new girlfriend.
We also got a kid together.
- Aww.
- Wow.
Well, you want
to hang onto that one,
buy her lots of presents.
Tell her she's always right.
Trust me with this.
Let me tell you something.
If there were no women
in the world,
money would have no meaning.
Matter of fact, Allie,
why don't you take Bill up
to your jewelry box
and give him something
you don't wear anymore
so he can give it to...
What's her name, Bill?
- Echo.
- Ethyl?
- Echo.
- Echo?
- Echo.
- These I got from Alaska.
- Cool.
- But you don't want
these, though.
- Why?
- They have bad juju.
Me and Tim, we almost got
divorced that trip.
We almost get divorced
a lot, but...
Um... I think
Echo would like these.
Dreamcatchers.
- Hmm.
What about those ones?
- Uh... These?
You picked my favorite.
- You just gonna give them
to me?
- Yeah. I'm just
gonna give them to you.
- Wow. Thank you.
- So, anything else?
- No, I'm alright.
- Okay, great.
(knocking on door)
- I got you this.
- Hi.
- I need some place to stay.
- Why?
- My dad kicked me
out of the house.
- Okay.
I got three rules if you're
gonna be staying here with me.
No fighting in the house.
Keep it real with me, and you
gotta go to school every day.
Go ahead and get comfortable.
Pick a shelf.
This is where
you're gonna be staying.
Don't bring no drama
into my tipi, okay?
- Okay.
Thanks.
- Coffee time.
- Thanks.
(indistinct TV)
(knocking on door)
- It ain't him.
(door closing)
(baby cooing)
- Whoa.
- I'm still mad at you.
- I know.
But you love me.
Everything's gonna be
different this time.
(distant dogs barking)
(sighing)
(light switch clicks)
(toilet flushing)
(light switch clicks)
- No, keep it.
Keep it.
You alright?
- Yeah.
(turkeys gobbling)
- So how'd you get the job? Tim?
- Yeah.
- This is one turkey shed
over here,
then there's like,
three or four down that way.
All right, they might be
a little loud, so beware.
- Alright.
- They're crazy, too.
Rowdy. Really rowdy.
Been locked up 24/7.
(turkeys gobbling)
You got asthma?
- No.
- This is the turkey jerky room.
This is the layout.
The snipping.
The weighing.
This is probably
where you will start out.
And then, we have
the packaging back there.
Yeah.
(buzzer)
(cellphone ringing)
- Hello?
- This is a prepaid
call from...
- Carly. Pick up
the phone, bitch.
(rap music)
- Sit.
Come on, girl. Sit.
Beast.
Please!
Sit.
(rap music)
(vehicle approaching)
(laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
(horn honking)
(clanking)
- Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go!
(door closing)
- Hey, you need to come get her.
She's not feeling great.
- Like how?
Is she okay?
- Yeah, I don't fucking know.
She was like this
when I picked her up.
You just need
to get her out of here.
- That's not good.
Well, fuck.
What am I supposed to do?
- Um, it's up to her.
Whatever she wants.
(dog barking)
- Hey.
Hey!
I think this is it.
(Lakota singing)
(singing continues)
(speaking Lakota)
I don't speak Lakota.
(dog barking)
(pounding on wood panel)
(dog barking)
(sighs)
- Matho.
- We've been looking
all over for you.
- What?
- Bro, I'm sorry
to tell you this.
They found your dad
in the creek.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm finally home.
I gazed upon the Lord's sweet,
smiling face...
And for the first time
in my life...
I knew and felt His grace.
(drums thumping)
(singing in Lakota)
(drum thumping)
(war hooping)
(tires screeching,
horn honking)
(war hooping)
(war hooping continues)
(horns honking)
- Can I have a cigarette?
(war hooping continues,
horn honking)
(war hooping)
(horn honking)
(war hooping continues)
(turkeys gobbling)
- Hey, I'm gonna head out.
- Hey, Bill.
Come here.
Share this glass with me.
(door closing)
Goddamn.
(coughs)
- What's up?
(door closing)
- Who the fuck let you out?
- Long time, no see, bitch.
(exhales)
Where's my money at?
- Shit.
I don't know where that shit is.
- Well, I heard you got
an expensive new dog
and a fancy job,
so you must have some money.
- Are you mad at me?
- No.
I don't expect much from you.
- Ugh...
- What you mean, "Ugh?"
- Like, "Ugh, why can't you
just be nice to me?"
- You're fucking weird, man.
What's that?
- It's some wine.
- Look at you trying to act
all brand new and shit.
- I just got some
acquired taste.
Oh, I gotta fucking throw up.
(coughing)
- I ain't fucking playing
with you, Bill.
Man, I want my fucking money.
- Bet. Oh...
(door closing)
(sighs)
(Bill vomiting)
(sighs)
- Come on, Bill. Get up.
(sighs)
(door opening)
(laughs)
- What?
- Nothing.
- Hurry up. I gotta go.
- Who gave you
all those hickeys?
(Mama laughs)
- Huh?
Fuck!
Where's Beast?
- I don't know.
- Well, what about Carly?
- I have no clue.
- Oh, my God.
(exhales)
- Fucking idiot.
- Hey, did you guys see my dog?
- No.
(cellphone ringing)
- Hello?
(muffled phone ad-libs)
Yeah, I could do that.
(sighs)
(teacher speaking Lakota)
(sighing)
(students speaking Lakota)
(speaking Lakota)
(students speaking Lakota)
- Stop doing that.
Could I use the bathroom?
(door closing)
(sighs)
Watch the fuck out!
(door slams)
(sighs)
(sighs)
What's up?
- Hey.
Hey, Matho.
Matho!
- Get out of there!
Hustle!
(toilet flushing)
Boy, go on!
Get out of here!
- Ah. There you are!
Don't run, now.
Don't run. Relax, now.
Relax. Relax.
Relax, now.
(panting)
We'll go to the office, okay?
Let's find out what
the trouble is.
Relax, now. Okay?
All right, we're gonna go.
(horn honking)
(engine idling)
(rap music playing)
- It's Carly.
Leave me a message.
- You want some turkey jerky?
- No.
- Well, we're going to have
to make a short stop.
- How short?
- Where's Carly at?
- Jail.
They took her back this morning.
- Well, did you see my dog?
- No.
(banging on door)
- What the fuck do you want?
- Motherfucker,
my motherfucking dog!
- I sold your little
bitch ass dog.
- Sold him to who?
- To the only other motherfucker
down here that's dumb enough
to sell fucking poodles
on the fucking rez.
- Man, you shouldn't even be
taking people's shit like that.
- You know what?
That's pretty fucking funny
coming from your little
bitch ass, Bill.
You left me in jail to go buy
a fucking dog,
so stay in your little fucked up
lane, alright? Fuck you.
- Ooh.
(tapping on window)
Come on.
(Mason making vocal sounds)
- What are you doing? You can't
drive with him like this.
- Why?
- Because he don't
have a car seat.
(engine starting)
- Yeah, I don't have a car seat.
- Well, then maybe
you shouldn't be driving
with him in the first place.
- Oh, my God.
Listen, I like that you care,
but can you just mind your damn
business for five minutes?
Hey, I need you to watch Mason.
- Where are you going?
- I have to go find
Beast real quick.
- Oh, no, no no.
I have to go to the
volleyball game.
- It'll take an hour.
I'll be right back, okay?
I'm sorry.
- Hey, come on, now.
You're such a butthead.
(door closing)
- Has anybody got a taser?
- What the fuck are you going
to do with a taser
if she has a gun?
- Shit, bro. You ever get tased?
That shit hurts worse,
more than a bullet.
(knocking on door)
- Hello?
(rap music playing)
(singing)
(tapping on wall)
Hey, yo.
Where's my dog at?
Yo!
- What?
- I said, where's my dog at?
- I don't fucking know, man.
Why the fuck is everyone
coming at me today for?
- I'm just looking for my dog.
I'm not trying
to come at you, bro.
- Look, if y'all don't know the
fucking poodle business, man,
there's nothing
I can do for you.
So, can you please
get the fuck out?
- Oh, all right.
Chill, bro.
I'm gone, alright?
(whispering):
She had her babies? Yes!
Go. Go get the boys.
(puppies whining)
Goddamn.
(whining continues)
What did you even do?
Help me get these in. Yeah.
Look what you did.
- One, two, three, four, five...
six, seven, eight, nine.
- Shh. Be quiet.
- That's $18,000.
- Shh!
- She's cute.
- Look, it gots waves.
Oh, I missed you.
Where'd you go?
(puppy barking)
- Hello?
(indistinct chatter)
(dog whining)
- Come on, come on.
(amplified): The Bible tells us
to rejoice in hope,
to be patient in tribulation.
There's a lot of problems
in our country and...
I don't...
God knows that, and so do we.
If we look at creation, and we
look at everything around...
- What the fuck is this?
- They didn't give you
extra pineapple?
- Fuck, I told them.
- Hey, bro.
My dad will go back in there
if they forgot
the extra pineapple
and they'll just
put them on for free.
- Let me have some.
- Alright, man.
- I didn't have none.
- ...that'll save you,
it'll save me.
It'll save all of us.
- What's up?
Well, why have you been
leaving me on seen?
- Is it true you got
suspended for meth?
- Who said that?
- Thelma.
- Well, nay.
That's not even true.
- What'd you get suspended for?
- Why do you care?
- My mom said I'm not allowed
to hang around you anymore.
- Why?
- Because she don't trust you.
- Well, she don't even know me.
Tell her to invite me over.
- I don't even want to be
with you anymore.
- We're not even together.
I only snagged you
that one time.
- Save it,
because you're disgusting.
I ain't trying to be
with someone
who can't even
get through high school.
- Well, fuck you, bitch.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that.
(shower water running)
(sighs)
(tea kettle whistling)
(country music playing)
(clattering)
- Why are you home from school?
- I think I'm sick.
I don't feel good.
- Hmm.
What kind of sick are you?
- My stomach kind of hurts,
and I have a sore throat.
- What are my rules?
- Don't lie.
- Speak up.
- Don't lie, don't fight,
and go to school.
- They called my house phone.
- I'll work for you for free.
- Excuse me?
- If you let me stay,
I'll work for you for free.
- Okay, listen.
You got in trouble,
and you told me
you're staying with me,
and now you got the whole school
paying attention to me.
You can't work for me at all.
- But they didn't find anything.
I hid it.
(radio): That was the Buddy
Red Bow track there.
I hope you guys enjoyed that.
- Get out.
- You're listening
to KILI radio...
- Can I eat first?
Fuck.
(rap music playing)
- Yo, I have to get some gas.
- Fuck.
- Bro, what's wrong with you?
You mad at me?
- No, you're too fucking
stupid to get mad at.
(chuckling)
- What do you mean by that?
- You're fucking boring.
You think you're interesting,
and you're not.
Nobody gives a fuck about
your baby mamas
or your fucking stupid
stolen dog.
- Hey, man.
Don't call her stupid.
She's not stupid.
You're stupid.
- Alright. Well, text Tim.
Tell him I'm gonna be late.
- What do you mean, text Tim?
Why don't you just text Tim
if y'all are so close?
- I never said we was close.
- Alright, then. So what is it
that y'all be doing?
What does he do?
Does he pay you or something?
What's the deal?
- That's not your business.
We just fucking kick it.
- You just kick it? Okay.
You know that he has a lot
of girlfriends, right?
- So?
That's not my place.
- Ah, fuck.
- What's wrong?
- She's about to trip.
- What?
- Just stay in the car.
- I swear you're not playing
with a full deck.
- Ah, I'm kilt now.
- Fuck.
- Fuck.
I don't like that
kinda energy, bro.
- You're so fucking stupid.
- What?
- What the fuck?
- Don't trip.
- What do you mean, don't trip?
- Let's go. I'll explain.
- Explain what?
- Beast got stolen.
- What?
- Come on, Beast got stolen.
- Who's in your car, Bill?
- It's a girl from work.
I have to give her a ride home
- What do you mean a ride home?
- It's my job.
- What kind of job requires
you have to give bitches rides?
Why you pushing me like that?
- Come here.
- Move! I gotta fucking go!
- I need you to calm
the fuck down.
- Wow. Look at your
fucking neck!
- Man, you're fucking tripping.
- Why the fuck you got
hickeys on your neck?
- What?
- What?
- What?
- Let's fucking go!
- You're fucking gross!
- Oh, my God.
- Are you taking me, or what?
- Let me take you home.
- What, with your other
fucking bitch?
- Gross. I just met him
a couple hours ago, but okay.
- Shut up!
- Get the fuck away from me.
- Get in the car then.
- Fuck you!
- Don't tell me
what the fuck to do.
- Go!
- You fucking go!
- Go! Damn, you're in the car.
(engine revving)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)
(whispering indistinctly)
- This sacrifice,
this ancient spell...
I hope the land
receives it well.
And so beneath
the moons descent,
I hope my loved one
might rise again.
- Wake up, wake up, wake up.
What happened right here?
(puppies whining,
Bill groans)
You got bit?
- I did.
(yawns)
(Mason making vocal sounds)
(laughing)
- Matho!
- Yo, bro, I could ask
my grandma if you could
spend the night.
- I asked my mom,
but she wasn't into it.
- Bro, I'm good. I'll probably
just stay here for a bit.
- But, bro, it's boarded up.
- Well, I can maybe
go get some stuff,
and go decorate it or something.
- But where are you gonna get
furniture and all that stuff?
- Maybe I'll just go
on the swap.
I only need some blankets
and a TV.
- I could call my auntie
and see if she has an old TV
she don't want no more.
- Bro, if you want
to make it look nice,
you could get some plants, too.
- Yeah, and maybe just like
a couch to sit on.
- Yeah, maybe from
the dollar store or somewhere.
- You could also just steal it.
(indistinct chatter)
(laughing)
- It's broken.
- It is.
I gotta get that fixed.
(talking indistinctly)
(groaning)
I shocked you? My bad.
(dog whining)
(door rattling)
Oh, motherfucker.
(knocking on door)
Damn.
Hey.
- Echo!
- You locking me out now?
- What do you want, Bill?
- Beast had her puppies.
- Wow.
- Yo, could I talk
to you for a second?
- About what?
- I was just driving
that girl home, and I don't
even know her name
and I just wanted to tell you
that I'm getting promoted
at work too so I'll have
more money to help you.
- Anything else?
- What are you doing tonight?
- Why?
- Because I want to know.
- So I could watch Mason?
- No.
- I have a fucking kid, Bill.
What else would I be doing?
- Well, let me watch him.
Yeah, let me watch him.
It's Halloween.
Go out and have some fun.
- Don't you have work?
- No.
- Okay. That would help.
Thanks.
- Yeah, you're welcome.
(puppies whining)
You boys okay?
Okay, I'll be back
to check on you guys
every 10 minutes, alright?
- Yeah.
- I'll just be right over there.
Okay?
- Yeah.
- Watch out for your brother
and those puppies.
And you got Beast
to protect you, alright?
All right, I love you.
- Love you.
(chuckles)
(crickets chirping)
(humming)
- Hi.
- Hi.
- You guys look great.
Spooky.
- Thank you. You too.
(door closing)
- I'm Allison.
Bill, you know me.
- Nice to meet you.
- Alright, yep.
- So, you could help
these guys out.
They're catering.
- Um...
I got somebody coming tonight
that I think wants
to buy one of your pups.
- Man, no shit. For real?
- Yeah, man.
- Alright then.
- We have faders, we have all
these Halloween decorations...
- Let's go.
(laughs)
- Bro, let's go.
(door opening)
(door closing)
- What the fuck you
looking at, man?
(door opening)
(indistinct chatter)
- Hey Bill,
could you take that for me?
(talking indistinctly)
- Man, you gotta have a mixer.
A chaser.
- It's kinda gross.
(laughing)
(exhales)
(laughing)
(screaming)
- Oh, damn.
(retching)
(laughing)
- There's leftover back there.
- Sell this or drink it?
(talking indistinctly)
- Just drink it.
- Are we gonna sell this
or drink it?
- Drink it.
- Give me that.
(glass shattering)
- Scared me.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
Just looking for some
bottles for upstairs.
- Oh, okay. Well,
don't let me interrupt you.
(sighs)
You know, I know about
his little girlfriends.
It's okay.
It's not like...
It's not like a thing.
We don't need to talk
about it or anything.
- Okay.
- But, like,
it's easier for him now.
Because he has you,
who lives at the rez and...
Before, he was just finding
these girls on Facebook and...
- I don't... I don't know
nothing about that.
- Oh. Well, I do.
I read his messages.
You know, and like...
I really don't get it.
I don't get it. Personally,
I don't really see the appeal,
if you know what I mean.
I don't know if he's got,
like, an Indian fetish
or they're the only ones
that he can con
into having sex with him.
(laughs)
- Like I said, I don't know
anything about that.
- But like, technically...
Technically, you're like
sex trafficking.
And you could go
to jail for that.
And you know, like,
you know that you're not...
You're not any different
from them.
- I think I better
get back to work.
(laughing)
(laughing)
- Let's go. Nobody saw.
- What are we doing?
- My Auntie's not coming
back tonight.
- Where is she?
- They're all gone
for the weekend.
- How do you know
she's not coming back?
- Come on. Get in there.
- Okay.
- What are we gonna get?
- Look for the blue bag.
She keeps all her guns
and meth in there.
- Wait, what are we getting?
- Shh, shut the fuck up.
Just find the blue bag.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Here. Yes, yes, yes.
- Hustle.
(breathing heavily)
(door handles clicking)
- This one.
- Yeah!
Let's go.
- Alright, here you go.
(video): Screwdriver
in the ignition.
- Put it in the ignition.
(video continues playing
indistinctly)
Try turning it into the...
There you go.
(sniffling)
(bang!)
- Ooh!
Holy fuck.
Fucking fruit.
- I know.
- Weirdo.
- Fruits these days.
(dog whimpers)
(rap music playing)
- Swing it!
(tires screech)
Disgusting.
(laughing)
- When you gonna pass it?
- Little Worm... Pass it.
- Pass it back.
- Little Worm.
- Bro, pass the blue bag
to the back.
- Where are we going?
(tires screeching)
- Bro, let's go to Denver
and sell all of this.
- Where is Denver?
(laughing)
- Holy shit!
(vocalizing)
I used to have demons
In my room at night
Desire, despair
Desire
So many monsters
Oh, but now
I don't find myself
bouncing around
Whistling my conscience
to make me cry
No more I love you's
(meowing)
(sighs)
(turkeys gobbling)
(laughs)
- Come on. Talk back there
or something, bro.
It's pretty quiet.
- I'm trying to roll.
- I already know.
(mumbling)
- Let me try some.
- You want some? Alright.
I ain't giving you that much.
(tires screeching)
(crashing, glass shattering)
(owl hooting)
(groaning)
(groans)
(car door closes)
- Fuck.
- Oh, bro.
I got something to my arm.
- Bro, where the fuck
are you going?
- My fucking head...
- What's wrong with him?
- Bro, we gotta go.
- Man, you're fucking
scaring me.
Bro, I mean it, bro.
We gotta go.
- Then fucking leave!
- Let's go. We gotta go.
Bro, we ain't taking
responsibility for that.
Let's go.
- Someone grab that blue bag.
(background music playing)
(groaning)
- Oh.
Thanks, Bill.
This one's for me, and this
one's for you guys.
Drive safe, alright?
- What about that guy?
- What guy?
- That guy that you said
would buy that dog?
- Oh. Well, I know Luis
here doesn't...
He doesn't want a dog,
because he's allergic to dogs.
Isn't that right? Yeah.
Hot Dog, you want a dog?
- What kind of dog is it?
- It's a poodle.
- Absolutely not.
(laughing)
- Uh...
(chuckling)
Cynthia, devil woman,
you want a poodle?
- No.
- No?
- Omar, do you want a poodle?
- No, man.
I already got a dog.
(Tim chuckles)
- All right.
Well... I guess nobody
wants a poodle, Bill.
- Mm-hmm.
- Where did that kid
get a poodle?
- Oh, shit.
- Yo, what the fuck, bro?
- What are you guys doing?
What are you doing
out of the car, son?
- I needed to go
to the bathroom.
- Poor guy.
Are you all right?
Shit, I'm sorry.
Where's my dog?
Did you see where she went?
- I can't see shit.
- Are you okay?
(crying)
Aw, don't cry.
Hold on. Hang on. Hang on.
- What's going on, bud?
Quit crying.
(crying)
- Aw, little guy.
- Where the fuck is she?
- Fuck, man.
It's cold as fuck.
- Can you guys see her?
- No, bro.
Where the fuck's she at, man?
- Beast!
- Beast!
- Beast! Beast!
(turkeys gobbling)
- What was that?
Holy shit. Holy shit.
- Bro, bro, bro, bro, bro!
(gunshot)
(dog howling)
(gunshot)
- Holy fuck, man.
- Oh, my God.
(turkeys gobbling)
- Bill!
What the fuck happened?
- Yo, he shot my homie's dog.
Man, that's some
fucking bullshit.
- Okay, you need to calm down
right fucking now
or I'll call the police.
(distorted shouting)
- You killed my homie's dog
over a fucking turkey!
- Why are you in my face?
- Why the fuck are you
in my fucking face?!
Don't you put your hands on me.
- Whoa.
(gunshot)
(sighs)
(Kenton crying)
- Go home, Bill.
(boy crying)
(Kenton crying)
(crying continues)
- I don't think I could take
care of these...
- Shay.
- And maybe you
should keep them.
(puppies whining)
And I'm really sorry.
Well, I guess
I'll see you around.
(Buffalo grunting)
(Buffalo grunting)
(owl hooting)
(dog barking)
()
(dog howls)
(indistinct talking)
(dog barking)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(water running)
- What are you doing?
Are you okay?
You got a name?
Are you hungry?
What do you want, pancakes?
A sandwich?
- I want a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich.
- Alright. Well, go sit down.
I'll make it for you.
(refrigerator opens)
(refrigerator closes)
(dishes clattering)
Do you like coffee?
Well, you will
whenever you grow up.
(distant phone ringing)
- Who's calling, please?
- What's up?
- What's up?
- Sit down.
(sighing)
- I was wondering if you could
pay out my wages for me.
- Uh-huh. Okay. Um...
Your dog killed
one of the turkeys,
contaminated my personal pen
and you punched
my cousin in the face.
- Yeah, but I worked
them two weeks
and I didn't get paid for it,
so I'm just asking
for what you owe.
- Okay.
You get me 45 turkeys,
and then we can talk
about your pay. How's that?
- She didn't even do shit
to 45 turkeys.
She killed one,
but it was on accident,
and where the fuck am I gonna
get 45 turkeys from?
- I don't know.
You could always
try getting a job.
Or you could steal them.
Or you could do
a fucking rain dance.
- You fucking killed my dog.
I worked them days,
I chopped your wood,
I cleaned your fucking closet,
I took them bitches
everywhere for you.
- Alright, are you done?
- I don't fucking know.
Are you gonna pay me?
- I'm not gonna pay you
because you fucked up.
So I think that you should
probably go now.
And we'll leave it at that.
(candy clattering)
(engines rumbling)
(Come and Get Your Love
by Redbone)
- Over here.
- Hey.
- Ooh, yeah.
(power tool whirring)
(turkeys gobbling)
- Let's go! Hurry up!
(turkeys gobbling)
(dog barking)
(dogs barking)
- Oh, my God!
(Come and Get Your Love
by Redbone playing)
(puppy whining,
baby cooing)
(Bill yawns)
(radio deejay
speaking indistinctly)
(turkey chirping)
(Until It's Time For You
To Go by Buffy Sainte-Marie)
(gentle wind)
(whispering in Lakota)
(dogs barking)
(drum thumping)
(loud music)
(galloping horses)
(coughs)
(indistinct TV)
(baby cooing)
- What's up, baby boy?
What's up, mama?
Whoa!
What are you doing?
- Washing my hands.
- His mama got locked up.
- What? For what?
- An old warrant
or some bullshit.
I don't know, but you
need to go bail her.
- Why can't she just
thug it out?
- Because I got work.
I can't watch him.
- Well, who said you
have to watch him?
- Well, I know you ain't gonna
watch him, so...
- How much is it?
- Ah, shit.
What the fuck?
How the fuck am I
gonna get that?
- I don't fucking know where
you're gonna get $400.
Ask her aunties.
- Mom, her aunties
don't even like me.
I ain't got time for this.
- You don't have time
for what shit?
Your baby mama? Or me?
(distant music)
(dog barking in the distance)
- Oh, you got a collar, huh?
(cellphone dialing)
Yo.
I have your dog.
(muffled phone)
Yeah, where you live at?
Like the first one
or the second one?
(tapping)
Alright. Well, I'll be by
in like a couple minutes
or something.
Alright.
(barking dogs)
Yo, you guys wanna buy a PS4?
(both): No.
(clicks tongue)
- Come on.
(barking dogs continues)
(clicks tongue)
Come on.
(dog whining)
Here you go. Come on.
(clicks tongue)
- What kind of dog is it?
- I don't even know.
She was just outside
of my house.
She's pretty cool, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
- You wanna buy her?
- No.
- Come on.
(clicks tongue)
(phone chiming)
(intriguing music)
(loud firecrackers)
(panting)
- Hey, you good?
- Man, nah, I'm fucking
confused, bro.
(laughing)
(talking indistinctly)
- Fuck, bro, it's hot outside.
- Hotter than Germ's
math teacher.
- Oh, score.
(laughing)
- Yeah.
He's flexing the burrito.
- It's a bologna sandwich.
Hey, I'll give you 50 bucks
for this couch.
(laughing)
- I know he got some blaze.
- Hey, Donny,
don't look at these.
- Holy cow.
Holy fuck, these are
pretty nice, bro.
- Hey, don't fuck with that.
My dad will fuck you up, man.
(laughing)
- Alright, after I look
I'll return it.
- Geez!
- What?
- Holy shit!
What is this?
I knew he had something.
What is this?
- Let me see.
- Let me check it out.
(laughing)
- Fuck you.
- Yo, we can smoke that.
Bro, let's smoke it then.
- Fuck that.
- Why?
- My dad will fuck me up.
- Bruh.
- Shit's bunk.
- Did you experience it?
(laughing)
- Bro... It's meth.
- Meth is the best.
- I'm about it,
walking around like that.
- Like you tried it.
- Like you ever tried it?
- Well, I did.
- Oh. My. Gosh.
(laughing)
- But I did.
- Geez.
- And it tastes like shit.
Bro, it burns the back
of your throat so much
it makes you skinny.
It makes you throw up
all your food.
You stay up for like, 14 days.
Bro, one single fucking hit.
- One hit, you're addicted.
- Fucker.
(laughing)
- Boy, you're like, 10.
You can't have
tried it back then.
- Chicken wing, no way.
- Let me see then.
You being a bitch, bro.
Just let me see.
(laughing)
- Bro, you're gonna end up
bony as fuck.
Let's sell it.
(knocking on the door)
- Yo, who is it?
- I was talking to somebody
about returning a dog.
- Oh, yeah. She's mine.
Let me see.
Come on.
(door closing)
So, what's good?
- Not much.
You got a return fee?
- For what?
- Well, we were just thinking,
since we brought it back,
you could hook it up
with a little something.
- Can't be giving out
hand-outs, bro.
That's bad for business.
But if you want to buy her,
I could cut you in
because you found her.
She's expensive though.
- Fuck.
How much is she?
- A rack.
Sometimes two.
Just depends.
- Fuck, a rack for that?
- Fuck yeah. Shit.
If you breed her,
the puppies go for like,
a rack or two each.
- Holy fuck, man.
- Yo, so I'm gonna make
some tea. Do you guys want any?
- No, I'm good.
- No, we're straight.
But I just think it's fucked up
that we did a good deed
when we didn't have to, and
we can't get no deal or nothing.
We could've just
ran off with it.
- Could cut you a deal for 990
for your little good
deed or whatever.
- What the fuck? 990? Ain't that
some cheap-skating ass shit?
You're only taking
10 bucks off of that.
You fucking serious?
- I mean, you're the one
fucking coming at me
with a deal.
I'm giving you one, bro.
- First of all, we ain't come
and ask for a deal.
We're coming because
we're bringing your dog back.
And second of all,
when do I need the money by?
(chuckling)
- Shit.
Could be tonight.
Could be tomorrow.
ASAP.
(growling)
(braying donkey)
- Hurry up, you fucking...
- His donkey looks retarded.
- We got some meth, bro.
You want some?
- Shut the fuck up.
- That donkey's straight up
dementia or something.
Fuck.
(laughing)
- Yo, why are you calling
me out like that?
- 'Cuz, bro, we got some shit
and we need to get rid of it.
- How much?
- How much do you want?
- Probably just a dub right now.
- 100 bucks, bro.
- 100 bucks for
a fucking dub, man?
What the fuck, man?
That shit's outrageous, bro.
- All right. 60 bucks.
- 60 bucks is still
too much, man.
What the fuck? You think
I'm a bank or something?
I'll give you $20
for two dubs, man.
That's a deal.
- Okay wait, hold up.
You got any hoots?
- Shit, yeah.
I got a couple.
- Well, I'll tell you this.
We'll take 40 and the hoots.
- Shit, all I got is
20 on me right now.
- Alright, bro, that'll work.
Give it to him.
- Shit, y'all are crazy.
Alright, for sure, boys.
- Pleasure doing business
with you and your donkey.
- Yeah, papered,
but we have to pay tomorrow.
(coughing)
- What's he getting
a poodle for?
- Puppy soup.
- No shit?
- Alright, then.
Well, hit me back.
- Bro, what you getting
a poodle for?
- Bro, because when I breed her,
that's like 10 G's per litter.
- Shit. How much?
- She's a rack, but I got
a good deal for her.
- I know, but how much
for the one you're getting?
- I just said that.
- She's a rack,
but I got a good deal.
(laughing)
- Damn, a rack for a poodle?
- Yeah.
- I've been saying, man.
Fuck, we should have just
stole that thing.
Shit.
- Yeah.
(phone ringing)
Bro, that's fucking crazy shit.
- Shit, who are you gonna
breed it with?
- Hello?
- Who's he gonna
breed it with, bro?
- I don't know, man,
but it don't make no sense.
- Yeah, if you want
to split the litter,
you gotta come in on half.
- Who you talking to?
- I'm talking to Tiberius, man.
Chill out.
- Man, fuck that motherfucker.
- Is it one of those
little poodles?
- No, it's a legit poodle, bro.
- Yeah, bro. Uh...
If we get the brindled ones,
it's 4 K a dog.
- Bro, tell him I said
fuck him, bro.
If I see him,
I'm gonna fuck him up
and I'm gonna take his dog.
- Bro, you need
to calm down, alright?
This is business.
Plus, he don't have the dog.
See, this is the point.
I'm trying to have him
buy the dog with me.
- I could care a less, bro.
Still, fuck him.
Tell him I said that shit too.
- Shit.
- Hello?
Who are you talking about?
- Huh? No, man. We ain't
fucking talking about you.
- We are fucking talking
about you.
- Man, shut up.
(laughing)
Hey, but I'll talk
to you later, alright?
- Tiberius? What kind
of fucking name is that anyway?
(laughing)
- Did he call Popcorn?
- Shit.
- Yeah, bro.
But remember Popcorn
is breeding with
Sissy Sanchez now.
- Pop this bitch...
(indistinct chatter)
(laughing)
(cash register beeping)
- Hey, bro.
This ain't enough.
- I got you.
- Alright, thank you, Auntie.
- I got him.
(indistinct chatter)
- Hey, are you guys hiring?
- We are not.
- No?
Echo!
Echo!
- What?
- Is that my baby
or did you have another one?
Echo!
- What do you want?
- You. Where you been at?
- Home.
- Oh.
It's like that?
- What do you want?
- I got you this.
- I gotta go.
- Why?
- Because I don't want
to talk to you right now.
- Why?
- Because I'm mad at you.
- Since when?
- Since you stole my fucking car
and missed your son's baptism.
Took that hoe on a run
to Denver
when I told you my car
didn't have tags.
- Shit.
- Yep.
- But like, you don't even
know me anymore.
I'm a changed man.
I'm about to be rich as fuck
with a million poodles.
- I gotta go.
- Ah.
(barking dogs)
- Fuck.
(door opening)
(mumbles indistinctly)
(video game sound effects)
(groaning noises)
- Man, Germ, you're stinking
like some fucking ass
or something.
(laughing)
- You haven't showered
in four weeks.
- Chee four.
- If you laugh, you're in
love with Lil' Marty.
(laughing)
- Alright, alright.
- Nay, this guy laughed.
- Starting now.
(indistinct chatter)
- Fucker's out.
- Hi.
- Stealing from your
own dad now, huh?
Hello?
- No.
- Who the fuck ate
my sandwich then?
- I did.
- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.
- I need the bed tonight.
- Okay.
(crickets chirping)
(indistinct TV)
(door closing)
- Alright, I got wheels, rims,
catalytic converters,
batteries, gas.
Oh, and a GPS system.
- I can do $250 for everything
but the gas.
I don't buy gas anymore.
- Fuck, would you be able
to do at least $400 or $350?
- No, it's the end of the month.
You'll have to wait
till next Thursday
when the boss gets back if you
want him to take another look.
- To be honest, I'm just
trying to buy this dog.
- What's the best you
can do today?
- It's $250, man.
- Fuck.
- I'll take that rice cooker
for $20, though.
- $20? Alright then.
But I gotta sell it with
the dishwashing gloves.
It's like a two-for-one deal.
- Well, how about $22 for both?
- Yeah. That sounds good.
- Bro, you know anybody
looking for any PS4's?
- No, we don't buy PS4's, bro.
You might have to try
Prairie's Edge.
- Fuck, alright.
(school bell)
- 100 equals 10
to the second power.
10 times 10.
1,000 equals 10
to the third power.
10 times 10 times 10 times
10 times 10 times 10,
and so on through the series.
Now, we can do it with
another number like 2
which is pretty straightforward.
Two to the first power
equals itself. Two.
Two to the second power
equals four.
Now... following that pattern,
what would be the next number
in this series?
- Two to the fifth power?
- Good.
- Two to the fifth power.
And the answer to that
would be what?
- 20?
- It would be two times two
times two times
two times two is eight.
Two times eight is 16.
Two times 16 is 32.
So, this is all the material
that you're gonna need to know
for your quiz on Thursday.
Those of you that don't have
your notebooks and pencils out,
you probably want to get them
out and get these down.
Any questions on this so far?
Does this make sense?
Thursday's quiz is going
to cover exponents.
(school bell)
So, see you tomorrow.
(hip-hop music)
(cellphone ringing)
- This is a prepaid
call from...
- Carly.
- ...an inmate at the County
Correctional Facility.
To decline this call,
press nine now,
and to accept this call...
- Accept.
- Thank you.
Your call has been accepted.
- Hello?
- What are you doing?
Come bail me.
- What the fuck
you talking about? How?
I don't even have no money.
- I don't know, Bill.
Figure it out.
It's fucking cold in here.
- Well, then what the fuck
did you do to get there
in the first place?
- For a traffic violation, Bill.
I don't know.
Is my son okay?
- Duh, what you think?
- Well, where is he?
- With my mom.
- You have 30 seconds left.
- Well, man the fuck up
and bail me right now, Bill.
I'm not fucking playing.
- How about you fucking call
the homeboy that you've been
messaging and have him
come bail you?
- Oh, you mean homeboy
who looks after your son
because you're too busy
rattling off
with your new family to be
a fucking dad to him?
You rat off all
the fucking time.
- You know what?
Girl, I rat around
because I don't even know
where we stand, alright?
And I ain't got time for this.
- ...bail me out
so I can take care
of my own goddamn--
(cellphone ringing)
- Hello?
- Hey, man.
What you selling?
- What up, bro?
It's a poodle with papers.
- Why the fuck you buying
a poodle, man?
- Nah, I'm gonna breed her, but
I gotta pay this girl tomorrow.
- Well, how much then?
- Hey, I'm gonna have
to call you back. Alright?
- No problem.
- What's up, man?
- Howdy.
- You need some help?
- Yeah, my front tire's
blown out.
- Damn. Well,
you got any cash on you?
I could help you like,
take you to Rush or something.
- I was hoping maybe
you'd take me up to my house
and I'll have my boys
come back for the truck.
- Well, where do you live?
- About two miles out
of Scottsbluff.
- Ooh.
Hmm.
That's gonna have to cost you.
- Yeah?
How much?
- Shit.
Scottsbluff is pretty far.
Plus, I need some gas.
I'd say at least like, $80.
- All right.
That'll work.
- Alright. Well, hop in.
- Alrighty.
(indistinct chatter)
- What's up, Dad?
- What's up, little man?
- Nothing.
- How was school?
- Good.
- Tight. Tight.
- Well, you wanna play
some video games?
- Nah, I gotta work.
- Why, you still got
that one job?
- No, those fuckers fired me
over some dumb shit.
- I'm going to get a job soon.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. So I can get a phone
and talk to my girl.
- You ain't got no girl.
You wanna hit it?
I know you smoke.
(coughs)
Alright, Snoop.
Give me that back now.
That's what you get.
- I got a hot lunch for you.
- You ate already?
- Yeah, I ate.
- What'd you eat?
- Oh, shit. My bad.
That was last night,
but I'm not even hungry.
- Alright.
What's that?
- A book to learn magic.
- Show me a magic trick.
- What kind of magic?
- I don't know.
Show me a card trick, something.
- I don't like card tricks.
- Why not?
- 'Cause it's not real magic.
- What's real magic?
- Like when you can change
things with your mind.
- I'll show you a magic trick.
I'll make this food disappear.
(laughing)
Alright, man. I'm out.
- Alright. I'll be in in a bit.
- Alright.
(hip-hop music)
- You can just pull over here.
(turning off car engine)
Wait here for a second.
(clanking)
Say, Bill.
How'd you like
to make another $100?
- Shit, how so?
- The thing is I'm supposed
to have dinner with my wife
and I was hoping that
you'd do me a favor
and head out to the truck
and swap out that tire for me.
- Hmm.
Is it all yours?
- Yep. It's all mine.
- Hmm.
I could do it for $200.
- Okay.
Here's the thing, Bill.
The important thing
here is that...
I got a girl out in that truck.
- Ooh.
And I'm going to need you
to give her a ride home.
Could you do that for me?
- Sure. Where does she stay?
- I don't know.
You'll have to ask her.
Somewhere on the rez, I think.
- Oh, shit.
Shit, I mean that's like
a couple hours to go pick her up
and an hour back to Ridge,
plus I don't even know
where she'll be staying.
I'm gonna need a little
bit more than $200.
- How much more?
- $400.
- $400?
- And a job.
- And a job?
What makes you think
I got a job for you?
- I mean...
You got two big houses,
big 'ol land.
You must be doing
something right.
- Uh-huh.
I'll tell you what.
I'm not gonna give you $400,
but we can see about the job.
What do you think?
- Yeah, well,
I appreciate all that,
but I gotta go get my son
to the dentist.
I'm gonna have to pass.
(engine starting)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up, hold up, hold up.
(engine turning off)
I'll do $300...
and you might be in luck
with the job, yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah.
I could do that.
Throw it in the trunk.
- Alrighty.
(barking)
(indistinct TV)
- Check this out.
- That's pretty cool.
- I waited six fucking months
for this little bastard, man.
They sent it
to two or three P.O. boxes
before they finally got us.
I spaced them out.
Yeah.
Alright, little man.
See you later.
(door opening)
- Alright. See you, Dad.
- Yeah.
(door closing)
(pausing video game)
(car door closing)
(car starting)
(door opening)
- Fuck!
- What are you doing, bro?
- Don't come barging in
like that next time.
- My bad.
- Fuck this guy.
- Scared you shitless?
(laughing)
Or shirtless?
- Here you go, bro.
Check it out.
This here, my boy,
is Epsom salt.
- Ha, I ain't your fuckin' son.
(chuckling)
- You good?
- Yeah.
- I'm Bill.
I'm taking you home.
Go ahead.
You can just get in.
(indistinct chatter)
(crickets chirping)
- Look at these little guys.
- Fucking mutts,
forget about it.
- Who's looking?
- Who's all looking?
- Is this shit good, or what?
- It's good stuff, bro.
- Yeah, it's legit.
- Who's your dad?
- Arnie Whitehorse.
(laughing)
- Get the fuck outta here.
- Whitehorse's kid out here
trying to sell me
his own fucking drugs.
(laughing)
How much?
- 50 bucks.
- 35.
- 45!
- 45? This kid...
- 45?
Man.
- Whitehorse.
- Arnie Whitehorse.
- Fuck.
- Alright.
(laughing)
- Let's go then.
(indistinct chatter)
- Yo, let's go around the back.
That guy was fucking...
- What'd you guys get?
- Just wait till we get home.
- What is it?
- Wait till we get home.
- What is this shit, bro?
- What?
- This shit's fake as fuck.
What'd y'all give me?
What is this?
(dogs barking)
- Fuck!
- Run!
- Dad! Dad!
Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!
- What the fuck you doing here?
- He's trying to beat us up!
- Who?
- That guy!
- What'd you do?
- I don't know what we did!
- What the fuck did you do?
- Who, this guy?
That's my son.
- That's your fuckin--
(talking indistinctly)
(barking)
- Yeah, that's my fucking son!
What's good, bitch?!
(laughing)
- You want some?
- Right here then, WWE style.
(laughing)
- Where were you?
(yawning)
- I think I found a job.
- Doing what?
- Working for some white guy.
I made like, 300 taking
some people home.
- Like a taxi?
- I don't know.
I guess.
But I'll be doing
more stuff, too.
- Well, good.
You could bail Carly.
The kid would be happy.
- He already looks happy.
- That's 'cause he's sleeping.
(door closing)
(percussive music
in the distance)
(drums thumping)
(drum thumping continues)
- I saw you dance before.
You're a really good dancer.
- Thanks.
- Can I have a kiss?
(laughing)
- Does it hurt?
- I'll be gentle.
- I wasn't talking about that.
- Oh. What were you
talking about?
- Your face.
- Oh, shit.
My bad.
(chuckling)
- Um..
I don't want to do it here.
- Okay.
(R&B music)
- Come here.
- Man, you're really goofy, huh?
- You still love me.
Why don't you come outside?
- Holy fuck.
- What?
- What the fuck is that?
- What do you mean?
What do you mean,
what is it? It's a poodle.
- I know it's a fucking
poodle, you idiot.
Where'd you even get her at?
- Does it really matter?
- You probably stole it.
- What makes you think
I stole it?
Don't be thinking like that.
I bought it.
- The most goofiest shit
I've ever heard.
Only you would buy some white
lady-type dog, I swear.
- I'm gonna tell everybody
that she's yours
so I don't look like a pussy.
- Fuck no, you better not tell
nobody that's my dog.
- Why not?
- Why would you even buy it?
Why the fuck would you even
invest in something like this?
- 'Cause, you know,
it's not just mine.
It's yours too.
- So, what?
What do you plan to do?
- I don't know.
What do you want to do with it?
It's half yours.
- I can't take care
of no fucking dog, Bill.
- That's alright.
She's hella great, though.
She could make us rich.
Buy you that car.
Buy you some new clothes.
I'mma get us a trailer
and give you more baby boys.
- Oh, you're a fucking rat.
(laughing)
- And you're beautiful.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm. You know...
- So, what's up?
(dog whining)
- She wants you to come outside.
(sighing)
I want you to come outside.
Please?
- You're fucking crazy.
- You need some help?
- No, I'm good.
- All right.
- Oh, shit.
- Here, can you hold this?
- For what?
- Because you're gonna
stay with me.
(baby cooing)
(barking)
(rap music playing)
- Oh, my God.
(door closing)
(clattering)
- Yo, what the fuck did you do?
You really think I would notice,
you stupid little fuck?!
Fuck you!
Look at me!
Look at me!
(grunting)
Fight back!
Fight back, bitch!
Fight back!
(struggling)
You're a bitch!
Fight me!
You're gonna get me
fucking killed!
Fight back.
Come on, son.
You putting salt
in my fucking shit!
You think I wouldn't notice it?
(muffled chatter)
(chocking)
()
Get the fuck out of my house.
I don't want you here no more.
(drums thumping, chanting)
(insects chirping)
(birdsong)
- Hey, Bill!
Come on up!
(sighing)
- Here you go.
(chuckling)
(laughing)
Okay.
So, the whole point of wine,
Bill, is sipping it slowly
so you can enjoy it.
- Oh, shit.
Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- So, do you have any holiday
plans this year?
- Hmm. Not really.
Probably just try
to hang out with my kids.
- I didn't know you had kids.
- Mm-hmm. I got two sons.
- Wow.
Two sons.
That's amazing.
- So listen, Bill.
We own Fall River Farms
and there's a bunch of positions
opening up at the plant
and I was thinking
we could get you started
over there
because I know
you could do with more work.
- So adorable.
- What do you think?
- Yeah, I'd appreciate that.
- Thanksgiving is obviously
our busiest time of year
and we're providing
to three new suppliers this year
which is huge for us.
- Huge.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, Bill.
Bill should help with Halloween.
- Oh, okay.
- Yeah, because last year,
we hired this Mexican company
from Rapid and, well,
one of the employees
pooped on our lawn.
- Okay, honey.
It wasn't a Mexican thing.
It was just a bad manners thing.
- No, he was Mexican.
- He just happened
to be Mexican.
That's not why...
I mean, come on.
- We can laugh about it now.
Like I'm laughing,
but at the time,
it really wasn't that funny.
- Look, someone shat
on our lawn,
who happened
to be Mexican, okay?
Anyway, I'd still love
to keep you around the house
doing personal stuff
if you'd be open to, you know,
having two jobs, but we don't
need to get into all that today.
- Oh, my gosh.
Who's this little doggie?
- Oh, that's Beast.
I'm breeding her,
trying to start my own business.
- Beast?
That's an interesting name.
- Yeah. My son named her,
so no rez dogs
would fuck with her.
(laughing)
- I love that.
You really are... You're just,
you're so different.
- He's smart, honey.
Unlike most of
the other guys around here.
- Oh, who is this?
- Someone that's dead to me.
- Oh, sweetie.
I'm so sorry.
- No, it's all right.
- No, no, it isn't.
You poor thing.
When did she pass?
- Huh?
- When did she die?
- We just broke up.
- Oh!
(laughing)
I thought she died.
- All right, Bill.
So what did you do?
- Nothing.
- Come on.
You must have done something.
- Nothing.
- Nothing at all, huh?
- See, this is
my new girlfriend.
We also got a kid together.
- Aww.
- Wow.
Well, you want
to hang onto that one,
buy her lots of presents.
Tell her she's always right.
Trust me with this.
Let me tell you something.
If there were no women
in the world,
money would have no meaning.
Matter of fact, Allie,
why don't you take Bill up
to your jewelry box
and give him something
you don't wear anymore
so he can give it to...
What's her name, Bill?
- Echo.
- Ethyl?
- Echo.
- Echo?
- Echo.
- These I got from Alaska.
- Cool.
- But you don't want
these, though.
- Why?
- They have bad juju.
Me and Tim, we almost got
divorced that trip.
We almost get divorced
a lot, but...
Um... I think
Echo would like these.
Dreamcatchers.
- Hmm.
What about those ones?
- Uh... These?
You picked my favorite.
- You just gonna give them
to me?
- Yeah. I'm just
gonna give them to you.
- Wow. Thank you.
- So, anything else?
- No, I'm alright.
- Okay, great.
(knocking on door)
- I got you this.
- Hi.
- I need some place to stay.
- Why?
- My dad kicked me
out of the house.
- Okay.
I got three rules if you're
gonna be staying here with me.
No fighting in the house.
Keep it real with me, and you
gotta go to school every day.
Go ahead and get comfortable.
Pick a shelf.
This is where
you're gonna be staying.
Don't bring no drama
into my tipi, okay?
- Okay.
Thanks.
- Coffee time.
- Thanks.
(indistinct TV)
(knocking on door)
- It ain't him.
(door closing)
(baby cooing)
- Whoa.
- I'm still mad at you.
- I know.
But you love me.
Everything's gonna be
different this time.
(distant dogs barking)
(sighing)
(light switch clicks)
(toilet flushing)
(light switch clicks)
- No, keep it.
Keep it.
You alright?
- Yeah.
(turkeys gobbling)
- So how'd you get the job? Tim?
- Yeah.
- This is one turkey shed
over here,
then there's like,
three or four down that way.
All right, they might be
a little loud, so beware.
- Alright.
- They're crazy, too.
Rowdy. Really rowdy.
Been locked up 24/7.
(turkeys gobbling)
You got asthma?
- No.
- This is the turkey jerky room.
This is the layout.
The snipping.
The weighing.
This is probably
where you will start out.
And then, we have
the packaging back there.
Yeah.
(buzzer)
(cellphone ringing)
- Hello?
- This is a prepaid
call from...
- Carly. Pick up
the phone, bitch.
(rap music)
- Sit.
Come on, girl. Sit.
Beast.
Please!
Sit.
(rap music)
(vehicle approaching)
(laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
(horn honking)
(clanking)
- Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go!
(door closing)
- Hey, you need to come get her.
She's not feeling great.
- Like how?
Is she okay?
- Yeah, I don't fucking know.
She was like this
when I picked her up.
You just need
to get her out of here.
- That's not good.
Well, fuck.
What am I supposed to do?
- Um, it's up to her.
Whatever she wants.
(dog barking)
- Hey.
Hey!
I think this is it.
(Lakota singing)
(singing continues)
(speaking Lakota)
I don't speak Lakota.
(dog barking)
(pounding on wood panel)
(dog barking)
(sighs)
- Matho.
- We've been looking
all over for you.
- What?
- Bro, I'm sorry
to tell you this.
They found your dad
in the creek.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm finally home.
I gazed upon the Lord's sweet,
smiling face...
And for the first time
in my life...
I knew and felt His grace.
(drums thumping)
(singing in Lakota)
(drum thumping)
(war hooping)
(tires screeching,
horn honking)
(war hooping)
(war hooping continues)
(horns honking)
- Can I have a cigarette?
(war hooping continues,
horn honking)
(war hooping)
(horn honking)
(war hooping continues)
(turkeys gobbling)
- Hey, I'm gonna head out.
- Hey, Bill.
Come here.
Share this glass with me.
(door closing)
Goddamn.
(coughs)
- What's up?
(door closing)
- Who the fuck let you out?
- Long time, no see, bitch.
(exhales)
Where's my money at?
- Shit.
I don't know where that shit is.
- Well, I heard you got
an expensive new dog
and a fancy job,
so you must have some money.
- Are you mad at me?
- No.
I don't expect much from you.
- Ugh...
- What you mean, "Ugh?"
- Like, "Ugh, why can't you
just be nice to me?"
- You're fucking weird, man.
What's that?
- It's some wine.
- Look at you trying to act
all brand new and shit.
- I just got some
acquired taste.
Oh, I gotta fucking throw up.
(coughing)
- I ain't fucking playing
with you, Bill.
Man, I want my fucking money.
- Bet. Oh...
(door closing)
(sighs)
(Bill vomiting)
(sighs)
- Come on, Bill. Get up.
(sighs)
(door opening)
(laughs)
- What?
- Nothing.
- Hurry up. I gotta go.
- Who gave you
all those hickeys?
(Mama laughs)
- Huh?
Fuck!
Where's Beast?
- I don't know.
- Well, what about Carly?
- I have no clue.
- Oh, my God.
(exhales)
- Fucking idiot.
- Hey, did you guys see my dog?
- No.
(cellphone ringing)
- Hello?
(muffled phone ad-libs)
Yeah, I could do that.
(sighs)
(teacher speaking Lakota)
(sighing)
(students speaking Lakota)
(speaking Lakota)
(students speaking Lakota)
- Stop doing that.
Could I use the bathroom?
(door closing)
(sighs)
Watch the fuck out!
(door slams)
(sighs)
(sighs)
What's up?
- Hey.
Hey, Matho.
Matho!
- Get out of there!
Hustle!
(toilet flushing)
Boy, go on!
Get out of here!
- Ah. There you are!
Don't run, now.
Don't run. Relax, now.
Relax. Relax.
Relax, now.
(panting)
We'll go to the office, okay?
Let's find out what
the trouble is.
Relax, now. Okay?
All right, we're gonna go.
(horn honking)
(engine idling)
(rap music playing)
- It's Carly.
Leave me a message.
- You want some turkey jerky?
- No.
- Well, we're going to have
to make a short stop.
- How short?
- Where's Carly at?
- Jail.
They took her back this morning.
- Well, did you see my dog?
- No.
(banging on door)
- What the fuck do you want?
- Motherfucker,
my motherfucking dog!
- I sold your little
bitch ass dog.
- Sold him to who?
- To the only other motherfucker
down here that's dumb enough
to sell fucking poodles
on the fucking rez.
- Man, you shouldn't even be
taking people's shit like that.
- You know what?
That's pretty fucking funny
coming from your little
bitch ass, Bill.
You left me in jail to go buy
a fucking dog,
so stay in your little fucked up
lane, alright? Fuck you.
- Ooh.
(tapping on window)
Come on.
(Mason making vocal sounds)
- What are you doing? You can't
drive with him like this.
- Why?
- Because he don't
have a car seat.
(engine starting)
- Yeah, I don't have a car seat.
- Well, then maybe
you shouldn't be driving
with him in the first place.
- Oh, my God.
Listen, I like that you care,
but can you just mind your damn
business for five minutes?
Hey, I need you to watch Mason.
- Where are you going?
- I have to go find
Beast real quick.
- Oh, no, no no.
I have to go to the
volleyball game.
- It'll take an hour.
I'll be right back, okay?
I'm sorry.
- Hey, come on, now.
You're such a butthead.
(door closing)
- Has anybody got a taser?
- What the fuck are you going
to do with a taser
if she has a gun?
- Shit, bro. You ever get tased?
That shit hurts worse,
more than a bullet.
(knocking on door)
- Hello?
(rap music playing)
(singing)
(tapping on wall)
Hey, yo.
Where's my dog at?
Yo!
- What?
- I said, where's my dog at?
- I don't fucking know, man.
Why the fuck is everyone
coming at me today for?
- I'm just looking for my dog.
I'm not trying
to come at you, bro.
- Look, if y'all don't know the
fucking poodle business, man,
there's nothing
I can do for you.
So, can you please
get the fuck out?
- Oh, all right.
Chill, bro.
I'm gone, alright?
(whispering):
She had her babies? Yes!
Go. Go get the boys.
(puppies whining)
Goddamn.
(whining continues)
What did you even do?
Help me get these in. Yeah.
Look what you did.
- One, two, three, four, five...
six, seven, eight, nine.
- Shh. Be quiet.
- That's $18,000.
- Shh!
- She's cute.
- Look, it gots waves.
Oh, I missed you.
Where'd you go?
(puppy barking)
- Hello?
(indistinct chatter)
(dog whining)
- Come on, come on.
(amplified): The Bible tells us
to rejoice in hope,
to be patient in tribulation.
There's a lot of problems
in our country and...
I don't...
God knows that, and so do we.
If we look at creation, and we
look at everything around...
- What the fuck is this?
- They didn't give you
extra pineapple?
- Fuck, I told them.
- Hey, bro.
My dad will go back in there
if they forgot
the extra pineapple
and they'll just
put them on for free.
- Let me have some.
- Alright, man.
- I didn't have none.
- ...that'll save you,
it'll save me.
It'll save all of us.
- What's up?
Well, why have you been
leaving me on seen?
- Is it true you got
suspended for meth?
- Who said that?
- Thelma.
- Well, nay.
That's not even true.
- What'd you get suspended for?
- Why do you care?
- My mom said I'm not allowed
to hang around you anymore.
- Why?
- Because she don't trust you.
- Well, she don't even know me.
Tell her to invite me over.
- I don't even want to be
with you anymore.
- We're not even together.
I only snagged you
that one time.
- Save it,
because you're disgusting.
I ain't trying to be
with someone
who can't even
get through high school.
- Well, fuck you, bitch.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that.
(shower water running)
(sighs)
(tea kettle whistling)
(country music playing)
(clattering)
- Why are you home from school?
- I think I'm sick.
I don't feel good.
- Hmm.
What kind of sick are you?
- My stomach kind of hurts,
and I have a sore throat.
- What are my rules?
- Don't lie.
- Speak up.
- Don't lie, don't fight,
and go to school.
- They called my house phone.
- I'll work for you for free.
- Excuse me?
- If you let me stay,
I'll work for you for free.
- Okay, listen.
You got in trouble,
and you told me
you're staying with me,
and now you got the whole school
paying attention to me.
You can't work for me at all.
- But they didn't find anything.
I hid it.
(radio): That was the Buddy
Red Bow track there.
I hope you guys enjoyed that.
- Get out.
- You're listening
to KILI radio...
- Can I eat first?
Fuck.
(rap music playing)
- Yo, I have to get some gas.
- Fuck.
- Bro, what's wrong with you?
You mad at me?
- No, you're too fucking
stupid to get mad at.
(chuckling)
- What do you mean by that?
- You're fucking boring.
You think you're interesting,
and you're not.
Nobody gives a fuck about
your baby mamas
or your fucking stupid
stolen dog.
- Hey, man.
Don't call her stupid.
She's not stupid.
You're stupid.
- Alright. Well, text Tim.
Tell him I'm gonna be late.
- What do you mean, text Tim?
Why don't you just text Tim
if y'all are so close?
- I never said we was close.
- Alright, then. So what is it
that y'all be doing?
What does he do?
Does he pay you or something?
What's the deal?
- That's not your business.
We just fucking kick it.
- You just kick it? Okay.
You know that he has a lot
of girlfriends, right?
- So?
That's not my place.
- Ah, fuck.
- What's wrong?
- She's about to trip.
- What?
- Just stay in the car.
- I swear you're not playing
with a full deck.
- Ah, I'm kilt now.
- Fuck.
- Fuck.
I don't like that
kinda energy, bro.
- You're so fucking stupid.
- What?
- What the fuck?
- Don't trip.
- What do you mean, don't trip?
- Let's go. I'll explain.
- Explain what?
- Beast got stolen.
- What?
- Come on, Beast got stolen.
- Who's in your car, Bill?
- It's a girl from work.
I have to give her a ride home
- What do you mean a ride home?
- It's my job.
- What kind of job requires
you have to give bitches rides?
Why you pushing me like that?
- Come here.
- Move! I gotta fucking go!
- I need you to calm
the fuck down.
- Wow. Look at your
fucking neck!
- Man, you're fucking tripping.
- Why the fuck you got
hickeys on your neck?
- What?
- What?
- What?
- Let's fucking go!
- You're fucking gross!
- Oh, my God.
- Are you taking me, or what?
- Let me take you home.
- What, with your other
fucking bitch?
- Gross. I just met him
a couple hours ago, but okay.
- Shut up!
- Get the fuck away from me.
- Get in the car then.
- Fuck you!
- Don't tell me
what the fuck to do.
- Go!
- You fucking go!
- Go! Damn, you're in the car.
(engine revving)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)
(whispering indistinctly)
- This sacrifice,
this ancient spell...
I hope the land
receives it well.
And so beneath
the moons descent,
I hope my loved one
might rise again.
- Wake up, wake up, wake up.
What happened right here?
(puppies whining,
Bill groans)
You got bit?
- I did.
(yawns)
(Mason making vocal sounds)
(laughing)
- Matho!
- Yo, bro, I could ask
my grandma if you could
spend the night.
- I asked my mom,
but she wasn't into it.
- Bro, I'm good. I'll probably
just stay here for a bit.
- But, bro, it's boarded up.
- Well, I can maybe
go get some stuff,
and go decorate it or something.
- But where are you gonna get
furniture and all that stuff?
- Maybe I'll just go
on the swap.
I only need some blankets
and a TV.
- I could call my auntie
and see if she has an old TV
she don't want no more.
- Bro, if you want
to make it look nice,
you could get some plants, too.
- Yeah, and maybe just like
a couch to sit on.
- Yeah, maybe from
the dollar store or somewhere.
- You could also just steal it.
(indistinct chatter)
(laughing)
- It's broken.
- It is.
I gotta get that fixed.
(talking indistinctly)
(groaning)
I shocked you? My bad.
(dog whining)
(door rattling)
Oh, motherfucker.
(knocking on door)
Damn.
Hey.
- Echo!
- You locking me out now?
- What do you want, Bill?
- Beast had her puppies.
- Wow.
- Yo, could I talk
to you for a second?
- About what?
- I was just driving
that girl home, and I don't
even know her name
and I just wanted to tell you
that I'm getting promoted
at work too so I'll have
more money to help you.
- Anything else?
- What are you doing tonight?
- Why?
- Because I want to know.
- So I could watch Mason?
- No.
- I have a fucking kid, Bill.
What else would I be doing?
- Well, let me watch him.
Yeah, let me watch him.
It's Halloween.
Go out and have some fun.
- Don't you have work?
- No.
- Okay. That would help.
Thanks.
- Yeah, you're welcome.
(puppies whining)
You boys okay?
Okay, I'll be back
to check on you guys
every 10 minutes, alright?
- Yeah.
- I'll just be right over there.
Okay?
- Yeah.
- Watch out for your brother
and those puppies.
And you got Beast
to protect you, alright?
All right, I love you.
- Love you.
(chuckles)
(crickets chirping)
(humming)
- Hi.
- Hi.
- You guys look great.
Spooky.
- Thank you. You too.
(door closing)
- I'm Allison.
Bill, you know me.
- Nice to meet you.
- Alright, yep.
- So, you could help
these guys out.
They're catering.
- Um...
I got somebody coming tonight
that I think wants
to buy one of your pups.
- Man, no shit. For real?
- Yeah, man.
- Alright then.
- We have faders, we have all
these Halloween decorations...
- Let's go.
(laughs)
- Bro, let's go.
(door opening)
(door closing)
- What the fuck you
looking at, man?
(door opening)
(indistinct chatter)
- Hey Bill,
could you take that for me?
(talking indistinctly)
- Man, you gotta have a mixer.
A chaser.
- It's kinda gross.
(laughing)
(exhales)
(laughing)
(screaming)
- Oh, damn.
(retching)
(laughing)
- There's leftover back there.
- Sell this or drink it?
(talking indistinctly)
- Just drink it.
- Are we gonna sell this
or drink it?
- Drink it.
- Give me that.
(glass shattering)
- Scared me.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
Just looking for some
bottles for upstairs.
- Oh, okay. Well,
don't let me interrupt you.
(sighs)
You know, I know about
his little girlfriends.
It's okay.
It's not like...
It's not like a thing.
We don't need to talk
about it or anything.
- Okay.
- But, like,
it's easier for him now.
Because he has you,
who lives at the rez and...
Before, he was just finding
these girls on Facebook and...
- I don't... I don't know
nothing about that.
- Oh. Well, I do.
I read his messages.
You know, and like...
I really don't get it.
I don't get it. Personally,
I don't really see the appeal,
if you know what I mean.
I don't know if he's got,
like, an Indian fetish
or they're the only ones
that he can con
into having sex with him.
(laughs)
- Like I said, I don't know
anything about that.
- But like, technically...
Technically, you're like
sex trafficking.
And you could go
to jail for that.
And you know, like,
you know that you're not...
You're not any different
from them.
- I think I better
get back to work.
(laughing)
(laughing)
- Let's go. Nobody saw.
- What are we doing?
- My Auntie's not coming
back tonight.
- Where is she?
- They're all gone
for the weekend.
- How do you know
she's not coming back?
- Come on. Get in there.
- Okay.
- What are we gonna get?
- Look for the blue bag.
She keeps all her guns
and meth in there.
- Wait, what are we getting?
- Shh, shut the fuck up.
Just find the blue bag.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Here. Yes, yes, yes.
- Hustle.
(breathing heavily)
(door handles clicking)
- This one.
- Yeah!
Let's go.
- Alright, here you go.
(video): Screwdriver
in the ignition.
- Put it in the ignition.
(video continues playing
indistinctly)
Try turning it into the...
There you go.
(sniffling)
(bang!)
- Ooh!
Holy fuck.
Fucking fruit.
- I know.
- Weirdo.
- Fruits these days.
(dog whimpers)
(rap music playing)
- Swing it!
(tires screech)
Disgusting.
(laughing)
- When you gonna pass it?
- Little Worm... Pass it.
- Pass it back.
- Little Worm.
- Bro, pass the blue bag
to the back.
- Where are we going?
(tires screeching)
- Bro, let's go to Denver
and sell all of this.
- Where is Denver?
(laughing)
- Holy shit!
(vocalizing)
I used to have demons
In my room at night
Desire, despair
Desire
So many monsters
Oh, but now
I don't find myself
bouncing around
Whistling my conscience
to make me cry
No more I love you's
(meowing)
(sighs)
(turkeys gobbling)
(laughs)
- Come on. Talk back there
or something, bro.
It's pretty quiet.
- I'm trying to roll.
- I already know.
(mumbling)
- Let me try some.
- You want some? Alright.
I ain't giving you that much.
(tires screeching)
(crashing, glass shattering)
(owl hooting)
(groaning)
(groans)
(car door closes)
- Fuck.
- Oh, bro.
I got something to my arm.
- Bro, where the fuck
are you going?
- My fucking head...
- What's wrong with him?
- Bro, we gotta go.
- Man, you're fucking
scaring me.
Bro, I mean it, bro.
We gotta go.
- Then fucking leave!
- Let's go. We gotta go.
Bro, we ain't taking
responsibility for that.
Let's go.
- Someone grab that blue bag.
(background music playing)
(groaning)
- Oh.
Thanks, Bill.
This one's for me, and this
one's for you guys.
Drive safe, alright?
- What about that guy?
- What guy?
- That guy that you said
would buy that dog?
- Oh. Well, I know Luis
here doesn't...
He doesn't want a dog,
because he's allergic to dogs.
Isn't that right? Yeah.
Hot Dog, you want a dog?
- What kind of dog is it?
- It's a poodle.
- Absolutely not.
(laughing)
- Uh...
(chuckling)
Cynthia, devil woman,
you want a poodle?
- No.
- No?
- Omar, do you want a poodle?
- No, man.
I already got a dog.
(Tim chuckles)
- All right.
Well... I guess nobody
wants a poodle, Bill.
- Mm-hmm.
- Where did that kid
get a poodle?
- Oh, shit.
- Yo, what the fuck, bro?
- What are you guys doing?
What are you doing
out of the car, son?
- I needed to go
to the bathroom.
- Poor guy.
Are you all right?
Shit, I'm sorry.
Where's my dog?
Did you see where she went?
- I can't see shit.
- Are you okay?
(crying)
Aw, don't cry.
Hold on. Hang on. Hang on.
- What's going on, bud?
Quit crying.
(crying)
- Aw, little guy.
- Where the fuck is she?
- Fuck, man.
It's cold as fuck.
- Can you guys see her?
- No, bro.
Where the fuck's she at, man?
- Beast!
- Beast!
- Beast! Beast!
(turkeys gobbling)
- What was that?
Holy shit. Holy shit.
- Bro, bro, bro, bro, bro!
(gunshot)
(dog howling)
(gunshot)
- Holy fuck, man.
- Oh, my God.
(turkeys gobbling)
- Bill!
What the fuck happened?
- Yo, he shot my homie's dog.
Man, that's some
fucking bullshit.
- Okay, you need to calm down
right fucking now
or I'll call the police.
(distorted shouting)
- You killed my homie's dog
over a fucking turkey!
- Why are you in my face?
- Why the fuck are you
in my fucking face?!
Don't you put your hands on me.
- Whoa.
(gunshot)
(sighs)
(Kenton crying)
- Go home, Bill.
(boy crying)
(Kenton crying)
(crying continues)
- I don't think I could take
care of these...
- Shay.
- And maybe you
should keep them.
(puppies whining)
And I'm really sorry.
Well, I guess
I'll see you around.
(Buffalo grunting)
(Buffalo grunting)
(owl hooting)
(dog barking)
()
(dog howls)
(indistinct talking)
(dog barking)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(water running)
- What are you doing?
Are you okay?
You got a name?
Are you hungry?
What do you want, pancakes?
A sandwich?
- I want a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich.
- Alright. Well, go sit down.
I'll make it for you.
(refrigerator opens)
(refrigerator closes)
(dishes clattering)
Do you like coffee?
Well, you will
whenever you grow up.
(distant phone ringing)
- Who's calling, please?
- What's up?
- What's up?
- Sit down.
(sighing)
- I was wondering if you could
pay out my wages for me.
- Uh-huh. Okay. Um...
Your dog killed
one of the turkeys,
contaminated my personal pen
and you punched
my cousin in the face.
- Yeah, but I worked
them two weeks
and I didn't get paid for it,
so I'm just asking
for what you owe.
- Okay.
You get me 45 turkeys,
and then we can talk
about your pay. How's that?
- She didn't even do shit
to 45 turkeys.
She killed one,
but it was on accident,
and where the fuck am I gonna
get 45 turkeys from?
- I don't know.
You could always
try getting a job.
Or you could steal them.
Or you could do
a fucking rain dance.
- You fucking killed my dog.
I worked them days,
I chopped your wood,
I cleaned your fucking closet,
I took them bitches
everywhere for you.
- Alright, are you done?
- I don't fucking know.
Are you gonna pay me?
- I'm not gonna pay you
because you fucked up.
So I think that you should
probably go now.
And we'll leave it at that.
(candy clattering)
(engines rumbling)
(Come and Get Your Love
by Redbone)
- Over here.
- Hey.
- Ooh, yeah.
(power tool whirring)
(turkeys gobbling)
- Let's go! Hurry up!
(turkeys gobbling)
(dog barking)
(dogs barking)
- Oh, my God!
(Come and Get Your Love
by Redbone playing)
(puppy whining,
baby cooing)
(Bill yawns)
(radio deejay
speaking indistinctly)
(turkey chirping)
(Until It's Time For You
To Go by Buffy Sainte-Marie)