I cannot wear these. They make me look fat.
Quit changin' the subject.
I saved your ass at work. Now tell us what's goin' on.
Yeah, I bet Brandon doesn't think you're fat.
- Nobody looks fat when they're layin' down. - I knew it! I fuckin' knew it!
- We just drove around, takin' pictures. - Yeah, right.
Oh, I cannot talk about it! It's too intense.
Come on, Lana! I can't take it!
Are you OK?
Yeah.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
I mean, uh... I don't know.
You're so handsome.
And then we took off our clothes and went swimmin'.
Don't be scared, Brandon.
But did you do it?
What do you think?
- What did you wish for? - I know what he wished for. Yeah, baby!
Oh, Mom, don't talk so gross!
- Happy birthday. - You shouldn't have, really.
Keepin' me strong, Mom?
Happy birthday, sweetheart.
- Thank you, Mom. - Sorry, I forgot mine.
- That's OK. - I haven't wrapped mine yet.
- Hey, grease monkey. - How ya doin'?
We were doin' a job in Omaha. We could've used a lookout.
John Lotter, I know your mother, and I know she taught you how to knock.
We could've been lyin' around here naked, for all you know.
- Where's Lana? - In her room.
Come on, get a beer, John. It's Brandon's birthday. Sit with us.
Hey, gorgeous.
Walk right in, why don't you?
- Can't you see I'm busy fixin' my hair. - Your hair's beautiful. I love your hair.
- I got this for you up in Omaha. - Cool.
Tom and I went up to Lincoln for a couple of days.
Stealin' cars?
I came by the factory before we left and you weren't there.
So?
Nice.
- Don't get upset. I just wanna talk. - About what?
About you and Brandon. I'm just lookin' out for ya.
What are you talkin' about? He's your friend, too.
I miss you.
- I do. - Stop it, John. You give me the creeps.
- You're like a stalker. - Fuck you!
- No. No. Fuck you. - John, I'm sorry.
I just need some privacy right now.
Yeah.
You know I just wanna protect you.
I know.
No one's ever protected me like you.
What do you see in him?
I know he's nice and everythin', but he's kind of a wuss.
I know he's no big he-man, like you. There's just somethin' about him.
Oh, yeah. "There's just somethin' about him"!
Stop makin' fun of me!
- Lana, honey, are you fuckin' him? - Goddamn it, John!
- It's none of your fuckin' business! - You are!
Excuse me. Did I interrupt somethin'?
Lana, are you OK?
Don't even think about it, John.
- John, let's hit the road, man. - No. It's Brandon's birthday.
She's beautiful, isn't she?
Oh, man. I've known her since she was like this high.
I could tell you stories about her.
You know what kind of stories?
She told me about you guys.
And I can't think of a better guy to give Lana to than you, so happy birthday!
Thanks, John.
You know, just one thing you gotta remember, little man, is this is my house.
Come on, turn up the music!
Turn up the music!
I quit.
- Quit what? - My evil job.
I've just been thinkin' and thinkin', what am I doin' here?
And then it came to me... I'll go to Memphis with you.
- Memphis? - I got it all figured out.
You're right. I'll make money singin' karaoke...
- Lana... - You'll manage me,
and, if I'm no good, you'll sing and I'll manage you. Perfect.
Nothin' can go wrong if we're together.
Lana, um... it's a little more complicated than that, you know? Memphis is far.
It's 1,327 miles.
Yeah,
but, you know, I been thinkin'.
We could just start our own trailer park right here in Falls City.
- You don't wanna go with me? - No! Of course I do!
That's the point. I'll marry you right now.
Oh, Lana... you're in trouble again.
Actually, that ain't Lana's, it's mine. I'll take care of it.
I just got my first paycheck.
Come on, now. You go sit down.
- OK. - I'll bring your breakfast.
The thing about the trailer park is we'll have picnic tables
and people playin' music, and barbecues every night.
We'll invite our friends: Candace, Kate, your mom.
Heck, even John, if you two don't kill each other first.
And best of all, we'll have our own Airstream.
If that's a hassle, you could mail the receipt to my house.
That's all right. I'll just be a moment. I'll be right back.
Just one second.
It's slow.
Miss Brandon?
Miss Brandon, we put your Charles Brayman ID number through the computer yesterday,
and this is what the Lincoln authorities faxed us over.
You tell me.
Wow.
This Teena chick seems pretty messed up.
What the hell is this?
- Who wrote this? - That guy who stayed with you. Brandon.
Dear Lonny, I bet you can't guess where I am.
That's right, back in jail, in Falls City.
I'm so tired of fuckin' up.
I'm tryin' to stay strong, but I don't know if I can face all the mistakes I've made.
I'm stayin' tough.
No!
Candace... why do you look so funny?
Lana! Lana, what are you doin' here?
What are you doin' here?
The girls' cell?
This place is crazy. It's, like, put you wherever they want.
It's fine with me, I guess, but...
Julie, give us a break, man. Watch the rest of the show. Tell us how it ends.
We only got three channels. I hate it.
Brandon, what's goin' on?
You want the truth, don't ya?
It sounds a lot more complicated than it is.
Do you have any water? Cos I'm really... My voice is... dry.
I'm a hermaphrodite.
What?
Come here.
It's a person who has both... girl and boy parts.
Brandon's real name is Teena Brandon.
Well, see, Brandon's not quite a he.
- Brandon's more like a sh... - Shut up. It's your business.
Look, I don't care if you're half monkey or half ape. I'm gettin' you outta here.
I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time...
Candace,
I spoke to Lana's mom.
She's missin'.
- You know where she is? - I don't know. I swear.
Candace, if you know anythin', you better tell me now.
You know what?
I already opened my big mouth, and now no one's talkin' to me.
Candace, I'm talkin' to ya.
Either I'm fucked up,
or something's totally weird.
Come on, Kandi. You can tell me. I won't tell anybody.
- I need more to drink. - There you go.
I try to laugh about it
Hidin' the tears in my eyes, cos
Boys don't cry
I would tell you that I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
You already gone away
Missed out your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted...
Goddamn it! I wanna touch you the way you touch me.
No. Wait.
Fuck you, Brandon!
Fuck you!
I want you to feel what I feel.
Lana, wait. Wait.
Soon. I promise.
- Is she back yet? - No, and I'm worried.
- Come on, let's just go find Lana. - He'll show up.
Kate, I want you to tell me what's goin' on.
Mom, you read the paper today?
- No. - Candace, show Mom the paper.
- John, you promised. - Come on. Is Lana your friend or not?
Just gimme that, honey.
"Teena Brandon, 19, picked up on a speeding violation."
So? Brandon got a ticket.
The name, Mom. The name.
He's got her brainwashed. That's what they do.
Get out! There's nothin' in Lana's room. get out of there. John, leave her stuff alone.
I'm not touchin' her stuff! If you were any kind of mother, you wouldn't have let this happened.
- All right .. I told you you couldn't trust him. - John, you never told me anythin'.
Come on, Kate, you got to stop this.
Like you wouldn't jump in if it wasn't totally obvious you're in love with Brandon!
Holy fuckin' mother of fuck! Tom, check this out.
"Cross-Dressers and Transsexuals: The Uninvited Dilemma."
"Sexual identity crisis."
Jesus fuckin' Christ, Tom, check this out... OK, look at this.
"The grafted skin will mimic the loose skin of the natural male penis."
Get this sick shit away from me!
Just give it a minute, OK?
She's gotta think I was at work.
OK.
But I'll miss you.
- Whoa! - Thank God you're home.
Did you party all night without me?
Come on in, have a beer.
Look, I gotta take a shower. I don't mean to be antisocial, but I'm really tired, guys.
- How was work, Lana? - Oh, you know, whatever, Mom. The usual.
Mom, what the hell's goin' on?
God, what did you tell them?
We called work. We know you weren't there.
Why is he talkin' to me? What are you? My dad?
Why are you all starin' at me?
Get away! You're gross! You're horrible people! Get outta my room!
Honey, we're worried about you. We're just tryin' to save you.
You got a sick way of showin' it.
- Hey, what's up? - Hey... Oh, my God!
Brandon, turn around and go, now. This is a nuthouse.
- I'm just worried about you. - Stop with that!
- We just need to talk. - What do you need to talk about?
There are some things I don't understand.
You took a leak with me and... pardon my French, Mom, but... you shook off your dick.
And what was that bullshit about payin' child support for a kid you can't even visit?
- You been lyin' since you came into town. - No...
When you rode in on your pussy-whipped faggot horse.
The fact is, little dude, you're nothin' but a goddamn liar.
You know what we do to liars?
There was never any Memphis, was there?
We're totally fuckin' with you! Seriously!
Come on' go get Brandon a beer.
We were wonderin' about this paper that you are in, Teena.
It's our ticket. They're pretty hungry for news here huh.
Yeah, but what I'm wonderin' about is the name.
Huh, Brandon? I mean, huh, Teena?
I really fucked up.
I borrowed one of Candace's cheques and I got that ticket and this fake ID.
I guess I just need to learn to stay home.
Brandon, I invite you into my home and you expose my daughter to your sickness.
- Did you ever think about Lana in all this? - That's all I've been thinkin' about.
You know, Lana, if you are a lesbian, you just need to tell me.
- John, I'm not. Mom, it's not... - Stop it. It's not Lana. It's me.
Lana, I'm so sorry. Mom, wait, I can explain. We can work this out. I have this thing and i have been to conselling...
You fuckin' pervert. Are you a girl or are you not?
There's a real easy way to solve this.
- Fuck you! Get the fuck off of me. - You want a fight?
- Get out of here with your sick psycho brain! - I could kill you for lyin' to Lana.
John, there's not gonna be any killin' goin' on, OK?
Do you trust me enough to let Brandon show me? Then I'll tell you.
Do you trust me enough?
OK, John?
Yeah.
OK.
Thank you, guys.
Fuck me!
Holy fuck!
Get over here. I'm so sorry, Brandon.
Lana... I gotta explain.
Oh, no, no, no. Button up your pants. Don't show me anythin'.
Think about it.
I know you're a guy.
OK, but you gotta listen. I was born with this weirdness, like a birth defect.
I mean it's actually not that rare, but these doctors are tryin' to fix it.
But I have really weird stuff, too.
Don't be scared.
Look how beautiful it is out there.
- Oh, Lana... - That's us. We can just beam ourselves out there.
So what are you gonna tell 'em?
I'm gonna tell 'em what they wanna hear.
I'm gonna tell 'em what we know is true.
Mom,
I seen him in the full flesh.
I seen it.
I know he's a man.
Problem done. Now let's go to bed.
Son of a bitch! What have you done to my baby?
What the fuck are you, you motherfucker?!
Huh?
Tell me!
You little liar.
Kate, get her outta here.
Come on.
All I need is the truth, little buddy. Come on.
All right... I'm sorry to put you through this. Wait...
- Unstrap his belt. - I'll do it!
Tom, just turn the light off. I'll do it! Please!
Fuck! John, let me the fuck go!
What's goin' on in there? Open the door!
Open the fuckin' door!
- John, please! Please! - What do you see?
If it's down here, it's the tiniest I ever saw!
- Touch it. - Oh, goddamn it, I can't! God, I can't do it!
What the fuck are you?!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Let me go! John, let me go!
Open the door!
Don't look like no sexual identity crisis to me.
- Open the door! - Get in here.
Look at your little boyfriend. Look at your little boyfriend.
Come on, I'm holdin' you until you look.
Look!
Leave him alone!
- Leave him alone! - Him?
Him?!
- Get outta my house! - John, we called the cops.
- Go on. Get out. - You are just too fucked up!
Leave us alone!
- Leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone! - You promised... You promised...
I guess that's everythin'.
You know, I told Brandon... that nobody has a right to do that to you.
Come on, we've done everythin' we can. Let's get outta here.
- Let's go. - I'm waitin' for Brandon.
Your mom's right. Until this is straightened out,
it'd be better for everyone if Brandon stays someplace else.
What are you talkin' about? lt'd be better to lock up Tom and John.
Lana, everythin' Teena told us was lies.
Everythin'. Everythin'.
We need to go.
Now.
Come on!
Come on. Get up!
I'm askin' you this because if this goes to court
that question's gonna come up and I'm gonna want an answer.
Uh, I don't know why I have to...
All right, let's back up.
After they pulled your pants down and seen you was a girl,
what did he do? Did he fondle you any?
No.
Didn't that kinda get your attention somehow?
That he wouldn't put his hand in your pants and just play with you a little bit?
I don't know what he did.
Let's go. Come on.
Let's go, buddy. Come on, let's go for a ride. Move!
I can't believe that he pulled your pants down, and if you are a female,
that he didn't stick his hand in ya or his finger in ya.
Well, he didn't.
Get outta the car.
Get outta the car. Come on.
- John... - Shut up. Move!
- Wait, John. - Shut up.
- John, it's me. Brandon. You know me. - Shut up.
- Don't hurt me. - Take off your shirt.
You know you brought this on yourself, Teena. Tom, get out the car!
- I'm... - Take off your shirt. Take off your shirt.
You can make this easy, or you can get the shit knocked outta you.
All right...
Please, John, wait. Please... We can work this out. Please.
Get off me. Get off!
Wait, John. Please. Please don't hurt me.
After you had your pants off,
how were you positioned in the back seat?
On my back.
You was on your back?
You say you're 21 and you've never had sex before. Correct?
That's right.
When they had a spread of ya,
when they poked ya,
where'd they try to pop it in first?
I said move your fuckin' hands!
My vagina.
Where?
My vagina.
Go ahead, man. Take it.
Come on. Come on.
Get up there. Get up!
Take this fuckin' thing off.
No!
Come on, buddy. Let's go.
- You OK? - Yeah.
Just... just take me home, OK?
If you keep our little secret, we'll stay friends. Right, little buddy?
Cos if you don't... we'll have to silence you permanently.
Yeah. Yeah, of course. I mean, this is all my fault. I know.
You OK in there, little dude?
Yeah!
I'm fine!
I'm gettin' a beer. You want one?
No.
Make sure you get yourself cleaned up in there.
Will you need any help?
No! I'm good!
You almost ready in there, little dude?
Gimme a break, man!
Gimme two fuckin' seconds!
Tom! Tom!
Oh, my God! Brandon!
What are you doin' here?
Mom, stop it! He's hurt!
Lana...
I don't want it in the house.
Lana...
Mom, stop it. He's hurt!
I'm sorry.
Call an ambulance! Now!
OK, almost.
So they assaulted you?
If you don't mind, it's just necessary...
I need for you to take your pants off, OK?
Please.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
How do you know they raped me?
Why do you run around with guys, bein' you're a girl yourself?
- Why do you go around kissin' girls? - I don't know what this has to do with what happened ...
I'm tryin' to get some answers, so I can know exactly what's goin' on.
Are you gonna answer my question for me or not?
I have a sexual identity crisis.
You what?
A sexual identity crisis.
Brandon...
I just wanted to say I'm really... sorry.
Oh, my God!
What did they do to you?
Oh, my God. Come in here. Come in.
Go inside.
That is a bunch of bull. If I wanted to rape somebody, I got Mallory.
Listen, John.
I'm just here to tell you that it's been reported.
Listen to me. So if you did anythin', or anythin' happened in that room,
you get it cleaned up.
We went out, um... muddin' last night, and we got stuck in a ditch.
- Seriously. - Why is she fuckin' makin' lies like that?
Seriously!
You want a beer?
- No, no, no. - Oh, come on.
You take care, John.
I'll come back later. We'll play cards.
Why don't you just give it a few days, all right?
OK.
God, you're such a stupid fuckin' pussy!
What, man? You're paranoid.
She came here to warn us. She ain't gonna say nothin'.
Hello?
Yes, sir.
No, sir.
Yes, sir. Tomorrow mornin'.
Yeah, we'll come by.
We have to go by the station tomorrow mornin'.
Can I come sit by you?
Do you hate me?
Do you need anythin'?
God!
You're so pretty!
You're just sayin' that cos you like me.
No!
What were you like
before all this?
Were you like me? Like a girl girl?
Yeah.
Like a long time ago.
And then I guess I was just like a boy girl.
And then I was just a jerk.
It's weird.
Finally everythin' felt right.
Boy, that's pretty weird, huh?
Yep.
That dream I had? The first night?
We were on the highway together.
We can still do it.
Lana... l, um...
Look, I never been on the highway or the Grand Canyon, or any place like that.
Until I came here, I never even been outta Lincoln.
I never even met my dad.
He died before I was born, and my sister ain't no model in Hollywood.
I don't know if I'm gonna know how to do it.
I'm sure you'll figure it out.
Um, I was wonderin'
if you wanna come home to Lincoln with me.
My mom, she'll love you.
And then you gotta meet my cousin Lonny.
He's a pain, but he's great.
When are we goin'?
We have to leave tonight.
Candace says she'll drive us.
All right.
I better get my stuff, then.
OK.
I'll be right back.
Lana...
Sorry.
We could leave right now. It's better.
OK.
Don't pack too much. We'll send for it later.
Tomorrow mornin'
you and I will be eatin' breakfast in Lincoln.
Did you do somethin' to your hair?
I don't know.
You like it?
I don't know. I guess.
I'll try and put it back.
All right... we should go.
It's OK, Lana.
You don't have to come with me now. There'll be time.
Just make sure you get out.
OK?
- John, what are you doin' here? - Where are they? Are they here?
Just wait, OK?
I'll be right back.
Brandon ain't here.
- Where is he? - I don't know, but he ain't here.
Where's Lana?
Brandon's out at Candace's place.
- What? - He's at Candace's place.
- You found him? - Yeah.
- What are you guys doin'? - Oh, shit.
Listen, you wanna go out for a drink?
- No. - Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Where are we goin'? - Told you not to bring her.
Stay off the main road.
Think they'd recognise her if we chopped off her head and her hands?
John...
We're just takin' care of a couple of dykes. Are you one of 'em?
Where'd you get that?
You still plannin' on goin' to Memphis?
Memphis...
Why are we here?
Any others in there, you take care of 'em.
What are you gonna do to Candace?
No! John, no!
Wait! She's got a baby, John! John, look at me. Look at me. No!
Get the fuck off of me!
Candace!
Get the light, get the light. Where the fuck is it?!
Where the fuck is she?
John...
- Don't hurt my baby! - Stop...
Shut the fuck up!
- Don't hurt Candace. - Don't listen to her!
She has nothin' to do with this!
John, you were right about me. I just keep gettin' back up.
I said shut up. Shut up!
Candace!
- Don't listen to her! - He said shut up.
John...
Teena...
Please don't hurt my baby, Tom! Please!
Why didn't you leave?
We can still do it.
No!
Tom, don't! Please don't hurt my baby, Tom! Please, God, please!
No!
Come on.
Come on, Lana.
Come on.
Dear Lana, by the time you read this, I'll be back home in Lincoln.
I'm scared of what's ahead, but when I think of you... I know I'll be able to go on.
You were right. Memphis isn't far at all.
I'll be makin' a trip out on the highway before too long.
I'll be waitin' for ya.
Love always and for ever. Brandon.