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l just need to get to Los Angeles

as quickly as possible.

l'm driving a couple of good ponies

over to the sale in Show Low

in the morning.

Could give you a ride that far.

Hey, Woodrow, can l get

a burger for the young lady here?

Yep.

lsn't Calvin an unusual name

for a Native American?

Not really.

My brothers names are Dwight, Lloyd,

Daryl and Woodrow.

What's your last name?

Many Goats.

lt's my mother's clan name.

Oh.

Matrilineal kinship system.

ls there a Mrs. Many Goats?

Oh, no.

No, not yet.

l guess the right woman

hasn't met me.

Oh!

There you are.

Calvin, l'd like

you to meet Toby.

- Toby, this is Calvin Many Coats.

- How you doin', son?

l saved you half a hamburger.

Calvin's offered us

a place to stay tonight

and a ride in the morning.

- lsn't that generous of him?

- Yes.

Oh.

Excuse me just a minute.

Yes, ma'am.

You-you already found a buyer?

At least now you don't have

any more of that damn drug.

Mm, shower.

So...

Calvin, have you spent all your life

in New Mexico?

Not yet.

Oh!

lt's beautiful.

lt's home.

Hi.

lt's Mescal.

Oh.

Friend of mine brings it up

from Oaxaca every year.

Beautiful dreamer

Wake unto me

Starlight and dewdrops

are waiting for thee

Sounds of the rude world

Heard in the day

Lulled by the moonlight

have all passed away

Beautiful dreamer

Queen of my song

List while l woo thee

with soft melody

Gone are the cares

of life's busy throng

Beautiful dreamer

awake unto me

Beautiful dreamer

Awake unto me

You can sing.

Oh, just enough to keep the dogs

off the back porch, that's all.

Have some more.

Thank you.

That'll put hair on your chest.

l hope not.

Morning, sleepyhead.

Guess what.

Calvin's gonna drive us

all the way to Phoenix.

Do my breasts seem smaller to you?

l've missed two doses of my pills.

You play with the body's

hormonal balance,

and you're playing with fire.

Playing with fire.

Playing with fire.

When you wear your cowboy hat,

if you wear it forward like that,

that means you're lookin' for trouble.

lf you wear it back like that,

it means you're not lookin' for trouble.

lf you wear it off to the side,

it means you're out

to impress the ladies.

How come an lndian

wears a cowboy hat?

l guess because it keeps the sun

out of my eyes

better than a headband

and a couple of eagle feathers.

Calvin was telling me

that his people are Navajo.

Only part Navajo.

My great-great-great

great-grandfather was Zuni.

You got a Cherokee look about you.

Proud people, them Cherokee.

- Too young.

- No, l'm not.

Yes, you are.

Here.

Drink some water.

Now if you gentlemen will excuse me,

l have to... use the powder room.

Oh.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- Allow me.

- Thank you.

- Oops!

Dude, there's things about her

she's not tellin' you.

Well,

every woman has a right

to a little mystery...dude.

You know she's a Jesus freak?

She's probably waitin' to convert you.

She can convert me

any time she wants to.

Well, l wish l could

drive you all the way to Los Angeles.

So do l.

Here, let me

get that for you.

lt's all right.

lt doesn't work

from the inside.

Sticks a bit.

Thank you.

Bree, there's some things

about me you don't know--

Some things about my past.

We all have our secrets.

l been in jail more than once,

l'm about blind in one eye,

and l got

a half a pound of shrapnel

in my left leg.

But if you're ever in New Mexico,

l'd really like it

if you give me a call.

Thank you, Calvin.

l'll do that.

TOB Y:

Let's go.

Come here.

This used to belong

to a real good friend of mine.

He was a champion

in the all-lndian rodeo circuit.

Now you look like a warrior.

Ma'am.

Where are we?

My parents' house.

l thought you said

your parents were dead.

Mmm.

Wishful thinking.

Who's Sydney?

My baby sister.

Go.

May l help you?

ls Sydney here?

Sydney's out.

May l tell her who called?

l don't think so.

Don't look at me that way.

l'm not looking at you.

All right, all right.

Sh*t!

l mean darn.

No, l mean sh*t.

May l help you, young lady?

Dad, it's me.

- Mom!

Dad?

Mom!

Get in here before

the neighbors see you!

Jesus Christ,

l can't even recognize you.

lt's me, only different.

So you've done it.

lt's all over.

l don't think that's

any of your business.

Mom!

Thank God, Murray.

He's still a boy.

My poor Stanley.

l can't look at you like this!

Geez, why do you always

upset her like that?

l tell you what.

l'm just gonna get something

to eat and drink,

and then l'll go back

and wait for Sydney outside.

Are you sure

you're all right, Stanley?

Fabulous.

Never been better.

- Stanley...

- Bree.

Sabrina Claire Osbourne.

Look, we're gonna need

more time with that.

Your mother and l

both love you--

But we don't respect you.

l'll never understand

why you're doing this to me.

l'm not doing anything to you.

l'm gender dysphoric.

lt's a genetic condition.

Don't try to blame

your father and me for this.

You shouldn't use

so much mayonnaise.

Are you trying

to give yourself a heart attack?

Let me do that!

You know what l see

when l look at you?

l see a lost soul

crying out for help.

This would never have happened

if you had only come to church

when you were little,

instead of going off

to that synagogue of your father's.

Mom, dad?

There's a scruffy-looking kid outside.

Holy sh*t!

Language, Sydney!

l don't f***in' believe it!

Stanley.

Bree.

Bree.

Well, Bree, l was hopin'

you'd show up one of these days,

take some of the heat off me.

lt's nice to see you, too.

lf that kid out there's your boyfriend,

l'm gonna slit my wrists.

l need to talk to you in private.

Oh, my God.

He is!

You lucky son of a--

l mean, you lucky b*tch.

Your boyfriend?!

That filthy teenage

juvenile delinquent

who came to the door?

He happens to be a clean,

healthy and respectable young man.

l don't want to hear

any more about it.

How old is he?

Seventeen.

Oh, my God!

Murray, he's underage.

Mom, he's my son.

You're shittin' me!

- Remember Emma Wilkins?

- What are you saying?

ls Emma here, too?

She killed herself.

Jesus!

KineIhora.

Are you trying to tell me

that that boy

who came to the door...

he's your grandson.

My grandson.

My grandson.

Oh, dear God.

He doesn't know anything,

and l don't want him to.

Wait!

- Call me grandpa.

- Sh*t!

Oh, you poor thing.

Get up off that filthy ground.

Get up!

There could be

all sorts of awful things down there.

Look at you.

What a handsome boy.

Do you know who l am?

- l'm your--

- A friend. Bree's mother.

He doesn't know

about me, do you understand?

l don't want him

to know about me. Agreed?

- You're not gonna say anything?

- No.

Hi there.

l'm Sydney.

Hey. Toby.

- What do you say?

- Toby.

Come on inside

where there's nice air conditioning.

Come on, honey,

and l'll make you

a nice plate of food.

Mm, defrosted to perfection.

Finish your vegetables.

He doesn't like broccoli.

Open up.

Lucky, no!

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