American Honey

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[TRAIN HORN BLARING IN THE DISTANCE]

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

Oh.

Rubin? Come on.

I got a chicken. Let's go.

Are you ready? All right. It's heavy.

Open your hands out like this.

Like this, so you can catch it.

- That way, yeah. Ready?

- Ahh!

- Oops. Almost.

- That... This was heavy.

I know.

[GRUNTS]

Are you Spider-Man?

Yeah. I'm Spider-Man of the dumpster.

Yeah. Put it in the bag.

All this stuff is worn out.

[SIGHS]

All right, we're gonna get this next one.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Damn it.

[BOY] We need some more.

Look sad. Come on, look sad.

Come on.

- [BOY] Wha...

- [CAR HONKS]

I did it!

- I'm gonna die of thirst.

- No, you aren't.

I'm gonna kill you first

if you don't shut up. Let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Stop, stop, stop, stop.

- Come on.

- Please.

- [HONKING]

F*ck you!

I hope he comes all over your car!

- Star. Star!

- Hold up.

Are we invisible? Fucker!

[CAR PASSING]

[LOUD HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

[BOY] Did you see that hairy butt?

Who did that?

[LOUD HIP-HOP MUSIC CONTINUES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Who wants a Mountain Dew?

- You said you didn't have any money.

Yeah, well, last one there is a pedophile.

- Yeah!

- Watch the road, you little fuckers.

- Pedophile!

- Pedophile!

All right, y'all win.

Go get something to drink.

[POP MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[YOUTHS CHEERING]

Who put this shit on, man?

["WE FOUND LOVE" PLAYING]

[PEOPLE SINGING ALONG]

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

Security to the front

of the store, please.

Security to the front of the store.

Hey.

Sir.

Hey. Get down.

- Come on. Hey!

- Whoa!

I'm out. Leave me alone.

You ain't catching him.

[SECURITY GUARD] Hey, stop it.

Come out here. All right, f*ck you.

Kelsey, here.

[GIRL] Hey, cigarettes!

[MAN RAPPING INDISTINCTLY]

Stretch it out, then flip

I'm all about my chips

I get it out the mud

Yeah, yeah I get it out the mud

Yeah, yeah

Flip, I'm all about my chips

I get it out the mud

Yeah, yeah, I get it out the mud

- Is this yours?

- Yeah.

- You like the shiny thing?

- Yeah.

[CHUCKLES]

You get a prize for that.

Come on.

Ooh, get it. [LAUGHS]

- What are you doing today?

- Why?

- Wanna go to Kansas City?

- Kansas?

- Right now.

- Now?

Right now.

What kind of dumbass are you,

asking random girls

to go to Kansas with you?

I don't know. It's a fucking job...

You know what I mean?

This is a job, prop job...

I can't even talk, man. You see?

- What kind of job?

- It's a job, a business opportunity.

Okay.

We go door-to-door. We sell magazines

door-to-door, being friendly.

You know, you seem friendly.

You make $300 a day if you're good.

If you're smart. You seem pretty smart,

so figured I'd ask.

Hmm? Come with us.

You can't just give me a job like that.

Yes, I fucking can.

I'm a business manager.

[CHUCKLES] Is that why

you're wearing those pants?

[LAUGHS]

What the f*ck's wrong with my pants?

You don't like my pants?

I don't know. You kinda look a little...

Donald Trump-ish?

You kinda look more like a gangster to me.

- Really?

- Except for the sparkly phone.

- That's part of it.

- Hmm.

Come with us.

We do more than work, you know.

We explore, like, America. We party.

A whole bunch of shit. It's cool.

[VAN ENGINE STARTING]

- Hey, yo, Jake!

- [HONKING]

- I think they want you.

- Everybody wants me.

- Let's go, man.

- I don't.

Yeah, you do.

No, I don't.

- F*ck, okay.

- Let's go.

Come on, Jake.

- Last chance.

- [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

- [MAN] What's up, bro?

- Hey, last chance.

Tomorrow morning. Motel 6.

Star?

Star!

Shit.

[RUBIN CHATTERING]

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