-Shorter here. - Shorter?
- Shorter. - That is short enough.
OK, superstar?
- Wow! - What's with the shirt?
That is the most frightenin' thing I've ever seen. Looks like a deformity.
I'll fix that.
- Oh, God... yeah... - That's better.
Now, if you was a guy, I might even wanna fuck you.
You mean if youwas a guy you might even wanna fuck me.
So you're a boy. Now what?
Come on.
No fuckin' way.
Yes fuckin' way.
- A joke is a joke. - Come on, don't be a pussy.
I'm no pussy. Let's go home.
- Someone's inside. - You've got a date?
I gotta go.
Come here!
Can I talk to you just for a minute?
You look like a fuckin' idiot in that hat.
I'll be back. I'll be back.
Teena...
# I don't wantyou comin' here
# And wastin' all my time
# I don't mind you hangin' out
# And talkin' in your sleep
Yeah... athletic's nice.
But the thing is he's sweet. And good hair. That's important.
I'm Billy. Are... are you Nicole?
#..and talkin' in your sleep
# I guess you're just what I needed
# Just what I needed
# I needed someone to feed...
You don't seem like you're from around here.
Where do I seem like I'm from?
Someplace beautiful.
I'll stand right here until you're safe inside, OK?
OK.
# You're just what I needed
You're not goin' anywhere!
Fucker!
Get back here, you fucker!
- You fuckin' dyke! - You freak!
- You fucked my sister! - Open the fuckin' door, you fuckin' faggot!
- Open the fuckin' door! - Open this goddamn door!
- You fuckin' asshole! - Brothers!
- I'll kick your fuckin' ass! - Alicia.
- Who is Alicia? - You fuckin' dyke!
- Damn, there's a lot of 'em! - What have you done?!
Your fuckin' faggot cousin, too!
- Fuck! - What is the matter with you?
I don't know! I don't know what went wrong!
You are not a boy! That is what went wrong! You are not a boy!
They say I'm the best boyfriend they ever had.
Do you want your mother to lock you up again? Is that what you want?
No.
Then why don't you just admit that you're a dyke?
Because I'm not a dyke.
Fucker!
- What are you doin'? Get outta my pants. - The money you owe me. I want it back.
Jesus!
Careful with that. You didn't have to do that. Jeez!
You're not crashin' here anymore, Teena. Get your stuff and go.
Bad night?
The worst.
- So what's your name? - Candace.
I hate it, though. I'm thinkin' of changin' it.
Sometimes that helps.
I'm Brandon.
I'll pay if you get 'em.
- Sure. - Marlboros.
I'll be right back.
Check this out.
My friend's sittin' there.
So?
I said get off.
Excuse me. Why don't you leave the lady alone? I don't want any trouble here.
You gotta be kiddin' me.
I didn't ask you what you wanted, you little fag.
You fucker! You motherfucker!
- I'll kick your white hick ass! - Hold on, cowboy.
Can't I leave you alone for five minutes?
You fuck! I'm gonna get your ass!
Come on, stud. You got us into this.
Fucker!
Oh, shit. Cops, man.
They suck.
I would've had those guys if you wouldn't have stopped me.
Oh, my God! John, look.
You're gonna have a shiner in the mornin'.
- I am? - Yeah.
Oh, shit!
- You got a light, man? - Oh, yeah, here.
You have got the tiniest hands.
No. They're big.
- Joe Louis had tiny hands. - He didn't throw punches without defense.
If you're gonna get into fights over girls, learn a few moves.
Come on.
- Hey, pussy. - Fuck you, man!
- Tom, this is Brandon. - Hey.
John. We'll give you a ride home, as soon as we find the goddamn car!
Sorry! It's up here somewhere!
We're goin' to a party. You wanna come?
Candace, it's 70 miles away.
I don't care. I mean, the night is young and... and I am a mess, so...
Good.
Are we there yet?
It's just up ahead... unless you wanna stop at a roadhouse and get in another fight.
I don't know where the fuck I am.
Falls City?
What are you doin' down there? That's not even on the map.
Oh, fuck!
Lonny, my life is a fuckin' nightmare.
I got this big court date next week and I don't got anywhere to stay.
Ifl don't make it, I'm fucked. Can I just stay at your house?
- What about those doctors? - I went.
It's insane. You gotta see shrinks, shoot hormones up your butt,
and it costs a fuckin' fortune. I'll be an old man before I get that kinda money.
You gotta do somethin'.
You can't just keep runnin', because you'll end up in jail.
Forever.
You really think I can do it?
You're the butch.
Now come straight to my house.
No stoppin' in bars, no stealin'...
- And no more girls. - No more girls.
- Hey, handsome.
- Sleep all right? - Yeah.
Candace.
I remember.
- This is Cody. - Cody.
Wow! Beautiful.
You still broodin' over your fiancée?
What?
Oh. It's a real long story.
God, you're really good with kids.
Yeah... I got one of my own.
Hey, Brandon! Good news.
- I got you a ride. - All right!
- He's goin' to Lincoln later tonight. - Oh, wow!
Cool.
You suck!
- Hey, champ! - Hey!
Tom only dates girls with a little butt and a long crack,
right up to the small of the back. That's how he picks 'em.
Tom likes 'em coyote ugly. You know coyote ugly?
I'm all over some booty!
Thank you.
- Looks like you're ridin' with Ted Bundy. - Shut up, John. He looks fine, right?
Yeah, just like family.
- Speakin' of. - Hey, where's Lana?
We were gonna go on, but she wandered off.
You got time to stick around, right?
These girls get their shit together, they're gonna do some karaoke.
Lana! Where you been?
Come on, Lana. Let's go on already.
Lana, it was your idea!
Who are you?
# The lonesome Texas sun
# Was settin' slow
# And in the rearview mirror
# I watched it go
Shut the fuck up!
# In her golden hair
# I close my eyes for a moment
# I'm still there
# The bluest eyes in Texas
# Are hauntin' me tonight
# Another town
# Another hotel room
# Another dream that ended way too soon
# Left me lonely
# Prayin' for the dawn
# Searchin' for the strength to carry on
# The bluest eyes in Texas
# Are hauntin' me tonight
# Like the stars that fill...
What the fuck...? You were gonna be five minutes!
- We got stuck in time warp! - Jesus, get in the car already.
- Brandon, come with us. - He's a psycho killer, anyways.
- Crash with me again. - One more night, Tyson!
Come on, buddy.
Like I was sayin'... I get to the house, you know?
My sister was totally naked and totally on fire. Right, John?
- Tom was like "Where's my camera?" - You saved everyone?
Oh, yeah. Tom's a big hero. He rescued everybody. Right, dickwad?
So when they brought me in, they said "This is the biggest fire we've seen in 50 years!"
"You're a hero, man!" And I was like "Yeah?" And they were like "Yeah."
That's why they put me in all them Lincoln newspapers.
- Probably seen me. - That's cool.
- What the hell is that? - Bumper-skiing, man.
Thank you.
Flippin' burgers. That's for squares, man.
Give me real work, like in the oil fields or somethin'.
I wanna be a smoke jumper out in Mount St Helens.
You know, fightin' fires, makin' lots of money,
and then travelin' all around: Memphis, Graceland, Tennessee...
You dick. Graceland is in Memphis and Memphis is in Tennessee.
I know.
- Maybe you've had enough. - I ain't had any.
No shit, man. People like you, you don't need drugs. You just hallucinate 24 hours a day.
All right, Tom, you're up.
Not me, man. I'm drinkin'.
Brandon, that means you.
- Yeah, stud! Let's go, cowboy! - Come on, you can do it.
Brandon is a mean prizefighter from Lincoln.
Be careful what you say to him. Tough. Very tough.
Don't let 'em scare ya. You can do it.
Freak!
Come on!
You can do better than that!
One more time.
John, come on. Stop it, John.
Oh, OK, OK.
- Take it easy. - I'm fine.
Yeah, you're fine. You're fucked up, you know? You are one crazy little fucker.
- What are we goin' to do with you? - Man, it's nothin'.
Wait, where are we goin'? Wait, I'II drive!
# There's a diamond
# In her eye
# It's a-shinin'
# Up above
# And the moon
# In the sky
# Say you want it
# Tell her why
# Where gamblers
# Tell you Iies
# She'II take a tumble
# And never Iose
# And in the mornin'
# She'II wear a smile
# She's made of stars
Oh, hi.
You sell, uh...
- Ruffles? - Ruffles. Right over there.
Thank you.
Dream on, Lana.
- I can't be sellin' you no beer tonight. - Fine. I'll browse.
The beer's in the back if you want it.
Hey.
Space cowboy!
I'm so wasted. I don't know if I'm ever gonna come down.
- That's OK. - I need beer.
Come here.
It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK. Here.
- It's for me. - Can I see some lD?
Sure.
How beautiful!
Jesus Christ, I feel like I'm on acid. It's like an album cover.
Would you, uh... care to join me?
- Come on. - Fuck off!
Don't you talk to me like that, you skanky little snake.
Kwik Stop.
Hey! Lana!
Lana, wait. I'll drive you. I got Candace's car.
I'm walkin'.
Well, here.
What are you still hangin' around here for?
Well, I thought someone oughta walk you home before you get an MlP.
I don't need anybody to walk me anywhere.
- Jeez, watch it. - I don't need you to stop me from trippin'.
Lana, you are one cranky girl.
You'd be cranky, too, Mr I'm-Going- To-Memphis-Graceland-Tennessee,
if you were stuck where there's nothin' to do but go bumper-skiing and chase bats.
Hey, I've been bored my whole life.
Is that why you let John tie you to the back of a truck and drag you around like a dog?
No. I just thought that's what guys do around here.
Wait a minute. What's your name again?
Brandon.
The discs... took offfrom here.
That's all there is. Let's go back.
Lana? Lana?
Look, just go on home, OK?
God, I hate my life.
Lana?
I hate your life, too.
- Don't look at my stupid house. - I'm not lookin' at your stupid house.
I'm lookin' at you.
What was I thinkin'?
Mom... come on.
Come on!
Did you eat?
It's all right.
Don't. It's OK.
Hi. Here, drink this. You'll feel better in the mornin'.
Come on.
It's good for ya.
Yeah, I got a thing for cow.
I know a song about cows.
- My dad taught it to me. - You're not gonna sing it for me, are ya?
No. I can't sing to save my life.
- Me neither. - What?
Sure you can. You sing great.
That wasn't me. It was the karaoke.
So?
You were still great.
I couldn't do it.
A lot of people I know couldn't.
You don't know any songs about cows?
Sure I do.
Comin' to you this beautiful Friday, October 27th, this is Corn Report.
It is 8am. It is 45 degrees. You'd better watch out. That winter is comin'.
Hey.
Is it always this nice in the mornin'?
I made you a little breakfast.
Wow!
Thank you.
My hand sucks.
How come Aunt Lana's asleep?
Well, your Aunt Lana is a nice girl, but she is as lazy as the day is long, sweetheart.
Don't you be like that, OK? Huh?
- Answer if somebody asks a question. - How are things with her mother?
She gave me April for a couple of days.
I love this song! Yes! Yes!
- # Who's that Iady? - # Who's that Iady?
# Who's that Iady?
# A real, real, real fine Iady
# Beautiful Iady
# I wish somebody would introduce her to me
Oh, get up. Dance with me.
Come on. Get up.
# I didn't get a chance
# I asked her to dance
# Asked her to dance
# It was Iove at first sight...
April... come here.
Jesus, turn down the goddamn music!
- Come on, honey. Loosen up. - No, let me go, let me go.
You motherfuckers! Why did they let you fuckheads outta jail?
# Belly is cravin', I got a shakin' in my head
# I feel Iike I'm dyin' and I wish I was dead
# Ifl Iive till tomorrow, that'd be a Iong time.
# I'II reel and I'II fall, but I'II rise on cod'ine.
# You'II forget you're a woman
# You'II forget about men
# Try it just once and you'II try it again
# You'II forget about Iife
# You'II forget about time
# And Iive all your days a slave to cod'ine
# And it's real, oh, it's real
# One more time
# And some of them fall
# And rise on cod'ine
I'm an asshole.
What?
Blowout.
- What happened? - Aw, I'm in the doghouse again.
- I've been there my whole life. - Women, right?
Yeah.
- You gonna do a little damage control? - And then you'll fuck it up again.
Come on. Oh, my goodness!
Hey... who are you? What's your name, huh?
- April. - April?
- How'd you get such a pretty name? - My daddy.
Yeah, that's true. I named her.
- Where are you goin'? - See Lana.
All right. Go on.
Got an extra cig, man?
Thanks, man.
Is, uh... is she Lana's?
Lana's? No.
No, I had April with a different girl. Mallory.
This here's my real family, even if it isn't my real home, you know?
I mean...
Lana...
I don't know. It's kinda hard to explain.
Well, I got 12 more like this at home. I keep it in a secret place.
She wrote to me when I was in lockup.
- Lana did? - Yup. She wrote to me.
Even my own mom didn't write to me. But she did.
Lana and her mom. They took me in.
Fuck. Fucker.
- Brandon, honey, where are your folks from? - I'm from Lincoln.
But my dad's out in Memphis right now,
and my mom's in Hollywood.
- Hollywood? - Yeah.
- Oh, wow! - Yeah. My sister's a model.
- That's glamorous! - Hey, Brandon,
- why don't you clean these ashtrays for us? - Fuck you!
I'm just playin' with you, bud.
Brandon, honey, come here.
Over here. Closer, where I can see you.
Let me look at you in the light. Come on.
Come on.
Come here. Let me.
I can believe you got a model for a sister.
You're like a little movie star yourself.
Hey, April. Want a beer?
Hey! What the fuck are you doin'?
Here you go, hon. Here you go. Have some of Daddy's.
Come on. Come on. Little bit.
Four years ago, you wouldn't have thought he could take care of himself, let alone a kid.
Shit, four years ago you wouldn't have been able to talk to him.
Prison?
And her mother! Jesus Christ!
And this one...
- This one kept that boy's spirit alive. - Mom, just forget about that.
The little bastard pissed on me! She hasn't had the proper trainin'!
- Your mother's an asshole, you know that? - John, she had an accident.
It's OK, sweetie. It's not your fault.
Havin' fun?
Yeah.
- What do you think of my mom? Weird, huh? - No, I like her.
I think she's funny.
- Are you for real? - Excuse me. Am I interruptin' somethin'?
Take a picture of me and my daughter. Lana's dad gave us that.
- I don't feel like havin' my picture taken. - Come on, honey. Just one.
Come on, son.
Well... refill time.
Bring it in when you're ready, OK?
Here, look. It's not bad, huh?
What?
- No. - Why not? You're beautiful.
Come over here.
I had a dream about you last night.
You did? What happened?
Come on, tell me the dream.
Someone walked me home last night. I think it was you.
No fair!
Lana! It's time to go to work!
John, you're too fucked up. Why don't you let Brandon drive?
Hey. Here you go, little buddy.
You all right?
Tom!
Nice car. Why don't you turn down your radio?
Yeah, totally.
- What the fuck are you lookin' at? - Wall people.
- What the fuck did you say? - Wall people.
Let me outta this fuckin' car!
Bite me, you fuckin' fudgepacker!
- Eat me. - Fuck you!
- Go after 'em! - Step on it!
Go! Come on, go!
Come on, pussy. Go faster, you cocksucker.
Come on, Brandon! Go!
Go, Brandon!
Oh, no, it's the man! Fuck! It's the piggers!
Come on, these cops are onto us. What the fuck...?
Don't stop, don't stop. Go faster.
- Brandon... - Go faster.
Brandon, stop.
That's it, that's it. They ain't got no fuckin' balls.
When you hit the gravel, drop to 40.
I can't see.
That's OK. Neither can he. You're flyin'.
Take it out.
Get off me, dick. I wasn't doin' anythin'.
Goin' awful fast back there, Mr Brayman.
- Tell me what you're doin' in Falls City. - Just visitin', sir.
Yeah? Where are you stayin'?
He's stayin' with me.
I can't run a check on this. Our computers are down.
But I could run you all in right now.
You could let these guys go. They ain't got anythin' to do with it.
I got a little carried away back there.
- We don't got anythin' like this in Lincoln. - A dustless highway?
Only one in Nebraska. That's a hundred-foot drop.
- I won't lock you up, but you get a ticket. - OK.
Those are residential streets back there, so you slow down.
- Do you read me, Mr Brayman? - Absolutely, sir.
Did you see this lD? That's pretty slick: Charles Brayman.
I let you down. I'm sorry.
Man, don't worry. We'll take you to the tunnel, chase some bats.
Yeah... it's like the tunnel of love.
God, Candace, would you get a grip?
- Is that your real birthday? - No. November 10th, '72.
Hey, that's next week. Let's have a party.
21! You're gonna be a man!
Shit.
Don't you never pull that shit again.
- What? - You heard. Don't never pull that shit again.
You got me stopped by the fuckin' cops.
Why... But you're the one who told me to race after 'em.
I had you in the clear and you fucked up.
John, it's over. Don't get upset.
I'm not upset.
You almost got us killed.
- I almost got us killed? - Whoo! Brandon...
- You led us 90mph into a cloud of dust. - Brandon...
- We were about to go off a 400-foot ravine. - Shit! Fuck!
- Get outta my goddamn car. - All right...
Get outta my motherfuckin' car!
- Get outta my goddamn motherfuckin' car! - Shit! Get off me, you sick fuck!
Get outta my goddamn motherfuckin' shit-eatin' cocksuckin' car!
Get out!
- Not you. - Fuck you!
Welcome to the psycho ward.
Come on, Kate. He's takin' us to work.
You know, Tom set that fire hisself.
That's my car!
Doctors say he ain't got no impulse control.
I'm the only one who can control that fucker.
Come on. We'll walk you home, Candace.
You ever try this?
Tom, did you set your own family's house on fire?
What about this?
You ever do this?
What the fuck, Tom?
Some people punch holes in walls.
This... helps snap me back into reality.
Gets a control of this thing inside of me, so I don't... Iash out at someone.
Me and John used to do it to ourselves all the time in lockup.
I could always go deeper than him. He was such a wuss.
Try it.
I guess I am a pussy, compared to you.
I'm just jokin' with you, man.
Fuck!
Brandon... hey.
- Lana. - I'm so sorry. I just had to see someone nice.
I just got off work. I'm havin' a nervous breakdown.
Just a minute. I have to pee, OK?
God, I was scared to death that Candace was gonna catch me.
She's obsessed with findin' a husband. You're her favorite candidate.
I can't believe you worked last night. You must be exhausted.
Me neither. I do it all the time, though. You don't have to be sober to weigh spinach.
Thanks for the coffee.
I'm crashin' really hard, though.
I, um... have to go back to Lincoln to take care of some stuff.
- You really leavin'? - Yeah.
Are you gonna see your sister? The model?
Yeah.
Nicole?
She's pretty. Is she gonna be there?
Yeah. Now that she's married, we're gonna be takin' off any second.
So... where are you goin' on your big trip outta here?
I don't know. I guess it's not all worked out yet.
That's OK.
Thanks for givin' your address to the cops.
It was nothin'.
I might hitchhike.
Really? I've never done that.
Me neither.
Well...
This might sound really stupid, but, um,
do you think there's anywhere I could make money doin' karaoke?
Why not? People make money doin' all sorts of things.
Did you really write letters to him in prison?
Gimme a break. I was 13 years old.
Who told you that? My mom?
He did.
You better go.
# That rusty nail over our front door
# Is where I hung our tears in a ring
# I threw that horseshoe into the wheat
# To see what Iove can bring
# Cos you're in your bed and I'm in mine
# On either side of town
# I think I might take a ride...
Please... Please don't get mad.
One night. One night and I'm gone.
They're not gonna lock me up, are they?
Teena, how the fuck do I know what they're gonna do? I'm sick of watchin' you fuck up.
But... but I'm not fuckin' up. It is so good down there, Lonny.
In Falls City? They hang faggots down there. Did you know that?
You've never even been there. Look.
Look. See, isn't she beautiful?
If you like white trash.
I'm gonna ask her to marry me.
Before or after your sex-change operation? Before or after you tell her you're a girl?
Shut up!
It's... it's different. It's workin'.
I'm not gonna fuck it up this time.
I hope they do lock you up tomorrow.
Keith Pierce, for spray-painting and smashing 50 new cars, you are sentenced
to six months at the juvenile detention center.
Teena Brandon.
Teena Brandon, docket 72391.
Teena Brandon, docket 72391, grand theft auto.
Psst! Lana! Down here!
Brandon! Where'd you get that?
Nice hat.
I gotta go. My break's almost over.
It all looks so different from the outside.
Oh, you're so pretty.
I feel like I'm in a trance.
Am I goin' too fast?
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?
- 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.