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[hypnotic music]
[seductive music]
[whip cracking]
[indistinct chatter]
["The Velvet Hunt" by Krystle Warren]
[applause]
[door opens]
[engine starts]
[Henrietta] You're so fucking crazy!
[Jaymee] You keep telling yourself that.
Are you on drugs? Is that what it is?
-For sure, yeah. -Are you doing that?
What are you doing?
Yeah, you're breaking my fucking heart that's what happen!
[fast-paced guitar music]
[vehicles passing]
-[seductive music] -[kissing]
[moaning]
-[music stops] -[street din]
[gentle music]
Fucking pass me, motherfucker!
[female voice echoing] Henrietta... Run!
Fucking throw yourself out of a moving vehicle?
Real smart!
[female voice echoing] Henrietta...
Run, sweet girl, run!
[enigmatic music]
[Henrietta] Don't tell me [indistinct].
This is enough! It's enough!
[Jaymee] It's so fucking obvious,
everybody in the goddamned--
-[panting] -[suspenseful music]
So it is tonight that I will heal the deer, she will run.
Tonight I will suck the poison from a wounded animal
and spit it out into the desert toilet.
I hope her poison does not go to my heart.
I hope-- I am coyote quick enough to get it gone
before I am her prey and victim.
I hope to the north star she is run over by a pickup.
-[thudding] -[screaming]
[Henrietta crying]
Oh, my God.
[Jaymee] Should have known better.
[thunder rumbling]
Should have known better?
Than to come so close to the road.
[sighing] But we was the ones who killed her.
Not we.
You. You killed her.
[female voice echoing] Henrietta.
[Henrietta sobbing]
[female voice echoing] Run.
Henrietta, run.
Run.
Run, sweet girl. Run.
[Jaymee screaming] You did this.
-[sizzle] -How's that feel, huh?
[breathing heavily] Now what?
[Henrietta screaming]
[footsteps]
[door opens]
[Henrietta sobbing]
[crying]
[indistinct] baby.
I stole you.
Yes, I did.
We made it.
It's not far, anyways.
Ah!
[breathes deeply]
[enigmatic music]
-[baby crying] -[gasp]
Oh, don't cry, little one.
Mommy didn't mean it.
I-- I know that she made you do it.
And I know it wasn't your fault.
You couldn't help it.
You know what will make us feel better, little baby?
Dancing.
Let's move to make ourselves sexy.
Here. Watch me.
[soft rock]
Mommy's a professional.
Mmm.
[soft rock]
[hypnotic tone]
[breathing heavily]
Take a good look, baby.
A good fucking look.
At me loving you.
[hypnotic tone]
-[knocks on door] -[gasp] Oh!
Give me back my battery, Henrietta.
It's mine.
My baby, not yours.
I know you can't see shit now, but just FYI,
cutie pie, that's not a baby.
She's mine, and she's beautiful,
and she ain't taking you nowhere.
I came here to take you to the hospital, not to bail.
[chuckling] Chloride, Arizona.
That's where you want to go,
[indistinct] are there.
And Mrs. [indistinct], that's the only people
can stand you.
Oh, sweetie, you can stand me.
You can stand me very well.
Well, I ain't gonna give you the satisfaction of
disappearing into that abandoned junkyard without
facing what you did to me.
I'm trying to get you fixed up.
No, you want to keep me broken.
You're wrong.
-Ah! -Open up.
Don't you dare touch my baby.
Quit it with this battery nonsense.
[Henrietta] Please John, John, please, help.
-John? -John, please, help.
Please, don't let her steal my baby.
You with someone?
John Wayne,
true father of my baby.
[sighing]
Henrietta, you know as well as I do that the Duke is dead.
If you could see as I do, you'd know he'd be everywhere.
You're in the John Wayne room, aren't you?
I had a feeling this is where you've been running off to
after those screwdrivers wore off.
Just pictures of a dead celebrity
in his old motel room, honey.
[Henrietta] It's so much more than pictures.
If you ever watched with me or got your head out
from under those motorcycle [indistinct],
you'd see that too.
They got a Roy Rogers room and a Gene Autry room too,
but that don't mean they're really here.
I am, though.
John and I would like you to leave.
[exhaling]
Fucking odor outpost motel.
Shitty western celebrity's graveyard.
Jackass tourists never seen the desert before.
I hate this nostalgic stuff.
This is a ghost town, girl.
Your love is a ghost town.
My love?
Did I ever tell you John's grandson
went to high school with my brother?
He left his navy blue jacket at our house once after a party.
I kept it and wear it when I feel cold and scared.
So you see, he is here, Jaymee.
He's always here.
A ghost in a ghost town makes you feel safe?
From those who don't dream,
they're the most dangerous of all.
Dreaming's for suckers.
All I wanted was to go dancing for fun,
not for work, for one night.
[uplifting music]
One night too many.
There's not a dress that doesn't look good on me.
It's not my fault I'm so dreamy.
[sighing]
But, baby, it so clearly is.
Stella Hawk doesn't think so. She says I got it natural.
I can't believe you said her name.
I got lots of people believing in me.
Don't you like my BB bullet in you?
Girl, I got you.
I shot and I got you.
Let me see your eyelash flutter.
Let me see the blood out your neck.
Let me roast you and enjoy every morsel.
Dreaming's for suckers. What does that make you?
Think of me or dinner?
I brought your favorite lipstick, honey.
JJ...
Peachy panty parade?
[Jaymee] Let me put it on you.
And we can kiss it on and kiss it off forever.
[exhaling]
Your favorite part, all night long.
You're beautiful.
You always tell me, kissing is the sweet before the storm.
You burned off my lips.
I can't kiss no more.
Sure you can.
I killed that little deer, H.
She's up in heaven just like you wanted.
That's real nice, J, but that don't make me pretty again.
Let me in.
It hurts.
Don't it?
Wanting something so bad and not getting it.
Then spread your legs for me.
No.
I think I'll let you hurt a while.
Paint my nails red, sexy lady.
[soft music]
[vehicle departs]
[Jaymee] Make them cherry, like your lips.
And blow on them real softly.
So they don't burn bloody anymore.
Just cherry.
Cool, like this?
[chuckling]
I love that you let me paint them.
They're the prettiest nails I ever saw.
How embarrassing.
Pretty ain't nothing to be ashamed of.
If you say so.
Oh, come on, woman, you can't tell me
those nails don't make you feel like a million bucks.
I can't.
Because of you.
Just what I like to hear.
You're the million bucks.
Even more but I like to hear it.
No, you are.
Holding my wrench never looked so good.
You brought your wrench with you.
I got a couple of screws loose, baby.
Might come in handy.
Now you'll think of me when you work.
I always think of you.
You're the best mechanic I know.
Fixed my heart right up.
You're a sweet one.
Keep good care of those nails, sweet one.
-[bright music] -Won't want to hit anyone
in the face no more with my artwork all over your hands.
Right?
You're right. I won't.
Won't want to hit anyone?
[wind howling]
You're right.
I won't.
Won't want to hit anyone, Jaymee. Won't want to hit!
You're right.
I won't!
-[tense music] -[grunting]
Henrietta, it's Andra. Can I come in?
-Goddammit! -Uh, John has got her,
[indistinct]
Don't listen to her, baby.
I'm gonna be free in a second.
I'm gonna bust out.
What you think? Sorry, sneaky poo.
-But you leave me no choice. -[choking]
I can't have you breaking any more doors on my motel.
I gotta keep it sheltered from the storm, you know?
And that girl from the hit-and-run.
Yeah, you are right. I knew that.
Ah! [groaning in pain]
Andra, the needle.
Give me the goddamn needle.
[Henrietta] Don't hurt her. Please don't hurt her.
-This is for you, girly. -Baby, come stop them.
Mmm. [laughing] [indistinct]
I know you.
You're the new bitch who reads the poems.
I'm not new. You know me.
[Jaymee] Oh?
Where you been?
The actual question is where you been.
[exhaling] Ah!
-[Shaman laughing] -[Jaymee] Daddy.
[Shaman] Hmm?
Where'd you put my inhaler? [laughing]
You burned it bad for a laugh.
Oh, okay.
Okay, Daddy. Okay--
-[thunder rumbling] -Hey! He's Shaman.
And he's bailing you out again.
[laughing] I know he's Shaman.
How could I forget the dude
who slips me pills behind Vinny's vintage.
What?
-I don't do that. -You do that?
I don't.
She's just fucked up from the tranq.
Who knows what she's saying?
You asked me where I've been.
Where you been?
Everywhere.
[Jaymee] You some kind of slut?
Hey, Bronco. Be nice.
Andra here's gonna heal your girl.
Oh, my girl's already fixed up.
Fixed up shut like she should be.
Your mother wanted you too little,
but your father wanted you too much?
Hey, lady, I didn't ask you for a reading.
You didn't ask for a lot of things, but that she still steps
to separate the lizard from her tail.
Why don't you just grow a new one?
Ah! I'm not paying you.
I-- I have, I have enough money, though.
Just-- just so you know,
I don't want your hands touching mine for a reading.
I-- [sighing]
Only Henrietta touches me.
Ugh, and this guy, I guess.
Against my will.
I'm not new.
Henrietta!
Jaymee's left forearm. Find her razor.
[emotional music]
All the stars
and all the full moon [indistinct] fall upon us.
What the hell did she just say?
-Private territory. -[scoffing]
Let's go. Come on.
Let's go.
Right in here.
Okay. Ups-a-daisy.
Henrietta. It's Andra.
I know.
[indistinct]
[indistinct] breathe for a minute.
Deep breath.
[Henrietta breathes deeply]
Oh, yes.
May I?
If you see something in my face, what's left of it,
if you read some sort of funky future, no, don't tell me.
What if it's good?
-It won't be. -Oh, now you're psychic?
You ever get a face full of battery acid?
Not literally.
Well, if you did, you know for certain
your face wouldn't show nothing good.
-You're still you, Henrietta. -[thunder rumbling]
Corn on the cob.
It hurts so much to cry.
Nobody's cried as much as I have today.
It's just a different skin.
Yeah, it's different.
Disgusting.
Embarrassing. Humiliating.
Now I'll never get to Vegas to dance.
Who's going to hire me looking like this?
I'm no spring chicken, Andra.
Girls younger than me are retiring.
Dr. Dixon will fire me, too,
and I won't even dance here no more.
I'm the sexiest dancer in the Mojave.
Everyone voted.
Everyone.
Now they're all going to change their minds when they see me.
I know it.
-[emotional music] -I just know it.
You are more than a lady who loves roadkill.
You are more than a lipstick lip stain.
That mirror broken for seven years, bad fox.
The mask, you beautiful Henrietta.
Find strength in temporary weakness.
Nature is self-healing.
It's only our man-made mountains
of ego that destroy us.
[indistinct]
You're okay.
How do I look?
No.
Your soft soul is full of mariposa lilies.
Quit it with the poetry, Andra.
Just tell me how I look.
I'm going to make you the most beautiful you've ever been.
[Henrietta] No.
If you won't tell me, then I'll just look for myself.
Henrietta, no. Don't look. Not yet.
Andra, I have to see.
[thunder rumbling]
[dramatic music]
[screaming]
[music playing in the radio]
[Henrietta screaming in distance]
Do you hear something?
Cat fight.
Maybe a hawk.
Don't talk to me about hawks.
Whoa, what is your deal?
Don't make me get my BB gun.
Put that shit away, man.
It is shit, isn't it?
Right.
-It's a bear hugging arms. -[grunting]
Get off me. You stink.
What?
Really?
Really.
Well, that's weird.
I've been taking sound baths every day for the past month.
Every day?
Well, I've got a lot of stuff inside that needs cleaning.
Sound baths aren't real baths.
Well, that's not what Andra says.
She says they're better than water, actually.
I mean, about the atomic energies
in the waves through the electric...
organs.
They penetrate externally and internally.
Uh, water only penetrating externally.
Stop saying penetrate.
Water baths are much better.
Feel as you live in swarming [indistinct].
-[kissing] -Shh.
-Hey! -This is a stick-up.
Oh, please, please, robber, don't hurt me.
Oh, I won't.
But you gotta give me something I want.
Mmm. Anything, just please don't hurt me.
A kiss.
Give me a kiss.
Or your kidney gets it.
You're so cheesy sometimes, you know that?
What's that lip balm?
You don't like it?
No, it tastes like...
What is that? I know that taste.
I know it.
Oh, what a sorry little mystery this is.
Sandra's homemade stuff she sells in town.
Mandarin orange.
Mandarin orange is a snack.
No, Sandra's got a mandarin orange lip balm.
She calls it tigre or some shit.
I had a screwdriver at dinner, don't you remember?
Vodka and orange juice.
That's what you're tasting.
You didn't have dinner.
You told me yourself.
I had a drink before I left to work.
That's why I wasn't hungry.
It hurt my tummy.
[gasp]
You just sliced me open?
Sandra's mandarin orange?
Stella.
You saw Stella?
I ran into her at the liquor store.
So why do you taste like her lip balm?
-Did you kiss her? -What?
No, I...
She let me borrow it.
Let me go so I can go clean up my hands.
I told you not to hang around her.
I didn't hang around her. I ran into her.
Now let me go.
Ow.
Oh my God, ow, ow, ow.
[gentle music]
You still have it?
The lip stuff?
Where is it?
No, all of my things.
Fucking Sandra's mandarin orange.
Give it to me and I'll throw it away.
No. I have an idea.
Let's have that threesome.
-Hmm? -What?
You always wanted a threesome, baby.
Let's do it.
-Just give it to me. -No, no, no.
This is Stella.
I think she's up for it.
Yeah.
Isn't this what you wanted?
-Hmm? -I don't want anyone else.
I just ran into her and my lips were dry.
Oh, I can solve that.
Jaymee.
-Quit being a baby. -No, no, no, no, no.
I can take a hint. You want to spice things up?
I get it, huh?
Please, stop.
You want to spice things up.
-You wanna fuck her. -I--
The old, sexy fuck up.
I can't take your pain, lovely.
Don't call it lovely.
It isn't lovely. Don't call it lovely.
No.
You're lovely. You.
You wanted a threesome, so I gave it to you.
That's what I do, baby girl.
I give you things.
Isn't it what you wanted?
Didn't I give you what you wanted?
Why would I want this?
Because why would you talk to Stella knowing
-what a cunt she was to me? -[grunting]
Do not use that word.
That's what she was to me.
I don't know why you ignore it.
[sighing]
[sniffles]
You don't want me to paint.
You want me to do Zinnias on it?
Black zinnias on the cherry roll.
Why don't you believe me?
-Of course I believe you. -Then why?
I care about what Stella did to you,
but rumors [indistinct].
No one even thinks about what she said anymore.
No one cares.
And I don't care about her,
so what's the big deal...
about some lip stuff?
You know, H.
You know.
[engine rattles]
Henrietta and I used to fuck in the water,
sometimes in the bathtub.
Wow.
That's a different kind of clean.
Stop going to the lustration annex.
That place is creepy.
I love the lustration.
[Jaymee] Weird alien chapel channeling back of the brain
fuckery going down there?
It's just a yoga mega mind detox, man.
Ugh, creepville.
Well, I wouldn't call it creepy,
being someone who...
would pour battery acid on her love's face.
What do you know about love's face?
You can't feel anything, Mr. Dealer, druggie, drugs.
How could you feel love?
[exhaling]
All I meant was... I love her so much, it hurts.
Oh. Oh.
What's that song by Polly Panther?
"Oh, Sacred Sting, and you I believe."
"Oh, Sacred Sting, make me feel everything."
"Even the pain. Yes, love's holy suffering."
"Sacred Sting, make me feel everything."
It's a really cool song. It's not what I meant.
Oh, I love Polly Panther.
[chuckling] Grr...
She meant the bullshit romantic spicy love
with the sadomasochistic thing only in her heart.
It's not bullshit.
All I'm saying is I'm so happy I'm in pain.
[spitting]
Same thing.
Is it?
[Jaymee sighing]
Oh.
Oh, dumbass, biker graveyard.
I wouldn't touch it.
This is sacred ground, too.
Yeah, well, it needs to get over its scrapbook crotch.
No, God!
Goddamn, you just offset the...
We gotta mind the vibe here.
The red bandana.
Well, maybe if you bury something else
you can balance the offset.
Henrietta stitched black thread roses on it.
It was on Shawnee Rooster's head when she bit the dust
on Zizek's Road last May.
She's in this biker graveyard with her bike.
[growls] Dumbass outpost biker graveyard.
Hey, quit calling this joint dumbass.
Looks like somebody wants to get herself buried here, too.
You take one sound bath
and you think you got it all figured out?
I've taken like 90 sound baths...
and I got the tinnitus to prove it.
Shut up!
I'm getting my bandana back.
If only I had my damn wrench.
[mysterious male voice] Bid it all on [indistinct].
-[evil laugh] -[motorcycle engine]
Leave her bandana be.
But I really want my bandana back.
Yeah, well, sometimes people have to sacrifice stuff for, uh,
you know, the sake of, uh, other stuff.
Don't tell me how to love, Shaman.
Love? I thought we were talking about a red bandana.
I leave you and your lame,
happy pain alone, so butt out of mine.
Not when you melt my friend's face off.
So I pick the food out of my heart with snake teeth.
What? [laughs] Oh, yeah?
Well, the whole landscape cries for you.
Hey, stop it.
Stop it. I told you to stop it.
I just took a bath.
You are a stinky, hippie drug dealer.
A million baths wouldn't get you clean.
[Jaymee grunting]
I am not a drug dealer or a druggie.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
Well, I will, 'cause it's true.
Don't I know that kind of true?
Well, what do you know? You're not even around.
Leave me alone.
What do you care?
You're starting to blend in with the coyotes, Bronco.
I'm worried about you.
-[scoffing] -I mean it.
Andy's bike broke down last week, and he had come to me
to find out if you were still fixing bikes.
I mean, how do you like that?
Your most loyal customer
doesn't even know if you're still in business.
I mean, I don't even know. Are you?
Business is fine.
Move into town, it'd be better.
Why? So I can hang out with you and all your shady motel deals?
That is not what goes down there.
Oh, better business, my butt.
Friendly convos ain't shady.
You are a drug guy.
Why do you think they call you Shaman?
Because I help people, make 'em feel good.
With drugs?
No, I try and help them.
I manage their issues.
The way I manage my hotel.
Fucking hospitable.
More like fucking mafia.
Mafia movies, man.
Oh, the westerns are still very much alive out here, young lady.
[mysterious music]
Well, I wouldn't want to be called
a shaman unless I really was one.
I try to be. That's all I'm saying.
It's a little offensive, though, don't you think?
Sacrilege?
All right, why don't you just call me by my real name, then?
I'm not calling you Buddy.
Buddy is not my real name.
Oh, yes it is.
Buddy is the name of my cactus mouse.
Oh, yeah. [laughing]
[Shaman chuckling] Buddy, do you know how much I love you?
It's almost time for dinner.
We're gonna have portobello mushrooms.
Was the name of my cactus mouse.
Changed his name?
I lost him.
Fuck.
Buddy.
That's enough! Now come on back.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, Buddy.
[whistle] Come on.
Where are you?
Come on. It's dinner time, bud.
Buddy. Come on, boy.
Come on, boy.
Come on. You come right now.
What?
Oh, no.
Well, he was just so damn small.
Buddy, these holes are snake holes, Buddy.
You're not supposed to be out here.
You're supposed to be inside.
Buddy, come on. Buddy.
Buddy. Buddy.
Buddy!
Buddy?
Poor little bastard.
Hungry and alone out there.
What do you want from me?
I looked for him forever.
I mean, really. I looked for him fucking everywhere.
[Shaman] Come on. Come on.
Come on up out of there if you're down in there.
You're down in there.
Just come on out of there. There's a snake in there.
There's a big snake in there, Buddy.
[crying] I'm sorry.
The place is a damn desert, dude.
What do you expect me to do?
-I looked everywhere-- -[grunting]
[sighing]
Don't lose Andra.
She's small, too.
[Shaman] Oh, I won't lose Andra.
We are cosmically connected, she and I.
I know where she is all the time.
All I have to do is think of her.
I could have used that for my dog when I was nine.
That's a good trick.
[Shaman] Not a trick.
She's sharing the same skin than me.
Ow.
-You had a dog? -Hmm.
Butterfly.
[indistinct] shepherd.
A couple of eagles ate her.
She was that small?
Yeah.
You're gonna feel better.
You know, I lived in Sedona forever,
where they got that vortex [indistinct]
to make people feel better,
and I felt like shit my whole life until I came here.
This place is-- it heals.
It-- This vortex is better.
[Jaymee exhaling]
Fuck this vortex.
Butterfly's dead.
Oh, come on, don't do that. Don't do that.
-Stop doing that to yourself. -Don't do what?
What you got in your pocket there?
It's an eyelash, dummy.
[Shaman] Uh-huh.
From this doe I buried tonight.
I can get you another dog, no problem.
What? What did you think I was gonna pull out of my pocket?
Oh, stop it.
Oh, don't do that.
Wear and tear from bike work, that's all.
Sure.
Whatever.
Believe whatever.
I'm gonna tell you again.
I can get you another dog, no problem.
I don't need a pity pup, but thanks.
I got my truck.
He's all the children I need.
Yeah, well, your truck is pretty cool.
Yeah.
Kimberly's the best.
-Kimberly? -Fuck you,
I know what you're gonna say.
You named your truck after your dad?
Fuck you.
Do you know how totally messed up that is?
Oh, I'm messed up. Out of the two of us.
It's me.
Tried your water bath, and...
I think it's time for you to try something else.
No way, I'm not doing one of your sound baths.
We could do it right here.
It'll clean out all your insides.
No way some fake healer freak's gonna know how to clean me.
I guess those button pills didn't do much to you, did they?
Button?
You gave me peyote.
I'm not just trying to get that noggin to have a little
realization of its own nature or something.
What?
You know how much mess my dad and I used to do?
I'm immune, man.
Nobody's immune.
Oh, or you thought I was gonna see some shit, huh?
Oh, see the error of my... whatever.
Okay, stop that. Just stop it.
-You know, you know-- -All right.
But also, how dare you?
I'm in charge of my own vision.
Then how come it's so dark in there?
You're not a shaman, buddy.
[echoing] I just wanted you to get better.
Peyote is spiritual.
You should not have given it to me without me agreeing to it.
Now you're spiritual?
About that, yeah.
I didn't know what else to do.
It was like a last resort.
I thought we were gonna lose you.
The way you keep doing what you were doing,
I mean, Henrietta--
[echoing] You freaked us out, you know.
-Shaman. -[Shaman] What?
Turn-- turn off the TV, please.
[Shaman] No, not until after you have a sound bath.
You're gonna feel better afterwards.
It's like after making love.
Okay.
[dramatic music]
[thunder rumbling]
I won't ever be able to get my face out of my head.
Oh, it's so much worse than I could have ever imagined.
No more dreaming now, only nightmares.
You're gorgeous being this [indistinct].
Thank you.
But I'd really prefer for you to face my face with me.
You feel this cool?
It's gonna make the red skin go to pink,
then back to what you want.
Where'd you get it?
It's not some witchy potion, is it?
You think I'm a witch?
-Maybe. -What do you know about witches?
That you're the nice kind.
I'm gonna go.
No, no.
It feels good.
It's aloe from the Eagle Mountains.
I cut it just for you.
[soft music]
You-- you're putting mountain on my face?
A plant from a mountain range.
No, no, no, no, no. Take it off, please.
-Take it off. -Henrietta!
It was working quite well.
It's in the purest form possible.
I'm too wild. My life can't take any more wild.
-My face can't-- -Nature is wild.
But it's also our mother, our friend.
I've seen that on bumper stickers.
Because it's true.
Mm, yeah.
The aloe is calming your skin's fire.
You're the one who started it up again.
Mm-hmm.
Nature ain't always cooling.
No, not always.
[Henrietta] Jay and I were driving home tonight
from dancing.
We were fighting and...
didn't see a fawn come out onto the highway.
She hit her.
We hit her.
Pretty girl of a fawn, fresh young thing for true.
I know fawns can be boys, too, but I could tell she was a girl.
Her spots like beauty marks
quivering for what the night might bring.
Braving that road.
Looking for something more.
No matter how small she was.
Just a girl out enjoying the scent of the sage on her skin.
A bunch of vultures wanted to eat her.
Funny, in the movies, they always come out
when the sun's beating down on someone dying of thirst.
But here they were, snapping at her like they got off
on her eyes being wide open to her own murder.
Like they wanted to see her eat her own heart.
I wanted to save her.
Shut her eyes closed so she'd just go to sleep
instead of die, but Jaymee...
Jaymee said...
[Jaymee] Should've known better.
Should've known better?
Than to come so close to the road.
But we was the ones who killed her.
Not we.
You. You killed her.
Can you believe it?
Wasn't even behind the wheel.
And she thought it was me.
Maybe it was me who hurt her.
But then maybe it was me who was lying there on the road,
wishing I could've known better.
Should've known better.
And we just kept fighting.
We just kept fighting and that fawn saw it all.
Barely lived her own life and she heard it all
as she bled out.
Maybe it was me who hurt her, Andra.
You were attacked too.
But to be left there eaten by vultures.
Or worse, by yourself.
John would've shot those evil birds between the eyes
and then carried and married that sick girl.
So is Shaman your John Wayne?
Something like that.
I knew it.
Every time I see you two together I can see
little red hearts just floating around your head.
That's what it looks like, huh?
Yep.
Is that what it feels like?
When we're honest with each other.
Really?
Honesty's always fudged up the romance for me.
But not the love.
I wish I knew what you meant.
Oh, that smells awful.
Calendula oil.
Cleans and prevents infection.
Calendula.
-Like marigolds? -Uh-huh.
[gentle music]
John, Andra brought me flowers.
They stink but they're very pretty.
He played villains too, you know.
[Henrietta] I know.
Still seems like a good guy, though.
Careful.
Henrietta?
[Henrietta] I guess that'll teach that fella
not to pull an ace out of his sleeve.
A fella? What fella?
[echoing] I don't like branding.
It hurts in the wrong place.
Oh no, find your mind.
Henrietta, find your mind.
[echoing] Well, I finally found a way to put my arm around you
without getting my face slapped.
I'm putting in what I got coming to me and setting in here.
Henrietta, come back to me.
[echoing] When it comes to choosing sides,
[indistinct] or not so good.
-[Andra] Come back now! -[thunder rumbling]
Oh, Andra, can't you feel him in this room?
His masculinity, his protection.
Well, I definitely feel you feeling him.
Oh, I'm through with girls, Andra.
It's just John.
Now, hold on a minute.
Girls are terrible to each other.
I want a man.
I want a cowboy.
I don't ever want to leave this room.
He's all I need.
Oh, I said that once, but it wasn't true.
It's never true.
Never?
Oh, come on. You know it never is.
Not everybody knows everything like you do.
I don't know everything.
You seem like you do.
I just went through it.
Believe it or not, other souls have gone through
the same sort of pain you're going through.
Really?
You see this scar?
Where my ex-husband ripped out my piercing.
Andra, how awful.
Can't hear very well in this ear because of him.
Screwed up some nerves.
Why did he rip it out?
[scoffing]
He did not understand why I am the way that I am.
Didn't like me being witchy, as you call it.
I'm sorry I said that.
I've learned to listen with my entire body, you understand?
Your new face will learn something similar.
It'll know not everything, but enough.
I'll make sure of that.
How will I know when it knows?
I'm not sure it's different for everybody.
When did you know that your whole body could listen?
It felt like lightning but coming from inside my body,
but I was alone in the river.
There was no rain and no thunder, just me and...
Surge.
Besides, we're never really alone, especially in the desert.
You mean we're surrounded by our angels?
Uh, sure, why not?
Oh, thank you for this reconstruction, Andra.
You're the angel.
Who's your angel?
-What do you mean? -Well, the Shaman is
your John Wayne, who's your Andra?
Who comes when you need calendula and aloe?
Oh, well, Mother Nature, I suppose, but mostly myself.
I admire you so much.
Like I said before, you just have to learn how to listen.
I'm all ears.
Did you hear me when I called out to you earlier
tonight before all this happened?
[suspenseful music]
[Andra echoing] Henrietta!
Don't call out my name like that.
I didn't call out anything.
I just heard you.
You said Henrietta!
With exclamation points and everything.
I've got no more exclamation points for you.
You need to end it with Jaymee.
I did.
I got the baby and now she's gone.
You should report it to the police.
Shaman and John can't protect you from her forever.
They don't have to.
I know what it's like to be considered beautiful,
to have someone addicted to you.
That in and of itself is [indistinct].
You must be on your own now.
You must stand like a cactus in the desert
and only drink water from your own soul.
You got bumper stickers just falling out of your mouth.
I've got the truth
and the truth is she's far more dangerous than those vultures.
Hmm. Ain't she though?
That should not make you smile.
[sighing] Andra...
haven't you ever gone out into the desert and...
run into a lone wolf or a hungry coyote
or a rattlesnake ready to strike and for some reason
instead of running away you wanted to run towards them?
Unfortunately, I have.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
I've gotten in the snake's bed too, but...
I finally got a bite
so bloody I couldn't move anymore.
I was left for dead.
Roadkill, like your precious fawn.
How will I know I'd be dead when she makes me feel so alive?
After he ripped out my earring I stayed with him for months.
Months.
I could have died.
Dumb as a doornail.
But dumb love can be the most brilliant.
Hey, now I'm talking in bumper stickers.
It's not love.
[gloomy music]
Oh! [sniffles]
Henrietta.
[sighing]
Wait, what do I do?
Just let it pass through you.
That's it?
You might have a vision.
Shaman, I told you,
I'm in control of my own visions.
Not this time.
I have to be.
You have to let it pass through you.
It's very powerful. Just let it do what it's supposed to do.
Vibrations are making the inside of my skin feel weird.
[Sharman] That means it's working.
I don't like it.
[Sharman] You have to give in to it.
Generally, my visions are really awesome.
I have this one mom in the vision.
She's like a 1950s alien with a big head and big eyes.
Only she's wearing an apron.
She's in the kitchen where I grew up making me casseroles.
That doesn't sound so bad.
[Sharman] But you gonna be careful.
They can take a turn.
Hi, mom. Tuna?
-Shaman. -No ma'am, no ma'am.
-Shaman. -What do you see?
It's like the salt in the sea if it dried up.
Cool.
Oh, the stars just...
The stars are so pretty.
Ah!
[dream music]
[Jaymee] I can... [chuckling]
-[rain pattering] -Wet... Raindrops?
[Sharman] Mom, it's raining outside.
Come on in.
We'll watch, Wheel.
Oh, it's raining.
Mmm, oh, I love the water.
[mystical music]
Is it [indistinct]?
Or is that a tree?
Is it her hair or the branches?
I can't see through the rain.
[rain pattering]
Is she blowing me a kiss?
Or is that the wind?
[wind howling]
[Shaman] No, no ma'am I haven't kissed anyone all these years
except you, like a good son.
[thunderclap]
Ah!
[laughing]
[panting]
Mommy, are you okay?
Oh!
Help! Get me out!
I'm trying!
-I'm trying! -Stop!
Stop!
-Henrietta! -[intense percussive music]
[music stops]
[man's voice in distance] Jaymee.
Mmm, Henri, let me smell you.
[man's voice in distance] It's not Henrietta.
It's Kimberly.
I thought I told you to stay put until I got back.
[Kimberly] How could you use me so cruelly?
You're being a baby.
[Kimberly] I'd hardly call wanting my battery back
being a baby.
I have no heartbeat without it.
-Better off. -[Kimberly] It?
Yeah.
[Kimberly] It ain't nice to want something.
Well, if it's bringing you down, then why not?
[Kimberly] How you gonna take Henrietta to Chloride
if I'm dead?
Keys in the ignition is nothing without my battery.
I'll hitchhike.
[Kimberly] Honey, no one would pick you up.
Yes, somebody would, asshole.
[Kimberly] Who would want a psycho serial killer
in this station wagon?
That's not who I am.
[Kimberly] I got the cricket corpses.
[Kimberly] The hoppers, the mats, the poshy-skinned bits
in my teeth to prove it.
What about that deer?
I-- I sent it to heaven.
[Kimberly] Dead as a doornail.
Angel, I can't believe you made me hit that baby.
How I'll recover, I'll never know.
Murder's such unloveliness.
Afterlife.
Dumbass, I sent it to afterlife.
[Kimberly] It don't matter.
I've seen what you're driving done.
With my two eyes open, you made me do it.
[screaming] Roadkill. You're no good.
-Murderer! -Yeah.
Well, isn't that what all the little virgins want?
Hmm? Isn't that what gets all their little pussies wet?
[Kimberly] No, no, baby. That's what you want.
[Jaymee] All I want is her.
[Kimberly] Henrietta's starting to notice that, isn't she?
I can feel it when she hops out of the passenger seat
like it was on fire.
That's not true.
You-- you just miss her ass in your lap.
[Kimberly] Oh, I miss everything about her.
Not as much as you do, though.
Can't come with anyone else, huh?
-Shaman. -[Kimberly] Hmm.
Shaman!
Wake me up!
[Kimberly] This is not a dream!
Shaman!
[Kimberly] You ain't never dreamin' again.
Oh, oh!
Mmm.
[soft music]
[Jaymee grunting]
[crying]
[sniffles]
[wind howling]
[knocks on door]
Don't look at me.
I'm a nightmare.
Oh, the light's too bright, baby.
Turn it off.
I don't know that I can.
If it comes from you, it can leave from you.
Feel how your new face listens.
New?
Look, I just had the most...
fucked-up vision in the history of brains,
so all I need and all I want is you back to normal.
Okay, back to your beautiful self. Okay?
Kiss me and we'll see--
But your face is still healing.
I want to feel, Andra.
Do you smell the marigolds, Jaymee?
Oh, Henri.
What did I do to you?
What is that I'm tasting in your mouth?
Blood?
It's working.
[Jaymee] What's working?
I'm tasting...
Your wound.
It's that fawn.
You ate that fawn.
Oh, come on, girl. I'm not that psycho.
Then why does your kiss taste like...
A hand covers a girl's mouth and another over the throat.
All I've had is whiskey and everything Shaman gave me.
Let the lightning come.
-[thunder rumbling] -It's not a fawn.
It's a doe.
Doe? Tastes like blood?
Oh!
She became a doe.
The surge.
The surge, Andra.
Surge? What?
[both laughing]
I'm--
I'm sorry.
My wanting to have fun with someone else hurt you.
With John and Stella, they were just delusions and distractions.
To live in the surge is to have a heart in pain.
What did Andra do to you?
My body's different now.
I felt it when we kissed.
Your sweet
just isn't my storm no more.
No, no, no. You still love me.
You love my kisses.
Open your eyes to the nightmare.
Feel how it hurts.
Don't give it to someone else.
Feel it.
No, wait.
Even though I made you go through it alone,
can we do mine together?
[dramatic music]
[breathes deeply]
[grunting]
[groaning in pain]
[breathing heavily]
At least we'll know we felt each other's exact pain once.
You want me to help you?
No.
I want to feel it for as long as I can.
No more bullshit.
No more lies.
I've always wanted a tattoo there.
["The Velvet Hunt" by Krystle Warren]
You want these, huh?
There, now will you stop freaking me out?
Ah! [indistinct].
Lavender cleanse.
Getting all the scorpions out.
I'm sorry I passed out.
I should have been here with you.
Some eyes open a little more slowly than others.
I sent you vibes though. You get my vibes?
I did.