♪ ♪
Isabelle Sutton: There have been many stories
passed down to me from my ancestors.
Officer: And step!
Isabelle: None of those stories involved alien abductions
or UFOs.
It was a narrative to frighten white folks into submission.
Broadcaster: Are the flying saucers real?
Isabelle: But it really wasn'tthe white folks
who had anything to worry about.
[film reel ticking]
Man: Here we are on the Western Navajo Indian Reservation.
Isabelle: You see, I was born at a time
when the US Government was frightened of our ingenuity--
Man: And these children, the bounty.
Isabelle:--our perseverance.
Man: We bring them in, clean them up,
and start them on their way to civilization.
Chief Denetso assists a great deal
in carrying out the agents' orders and conveying messages
to and from the agents and the tribe.
Isabelle: They would do anything they could
to kill the Indian and save the man.
Man: Navajo children, these children, but a few years ago,
looked just like those we saw before.
Isabelle: Some of us went willingly.
Others, like my family, we stayed and fought.
Man:--agencies of the government.
They are being rapidly brought
from their state of comparative savagery and barbarism
to one of civilization.
- [children singing] - [film reel ticking]
Isabelle: But then there were a select few who became serpents.
Dangerous and ruthless bottom-feeders,
unaware that one day, these white men would kill them too.
And there would be no men left to save.
- All ready for you.- Okay.
Relax, you won't let us down.
♪ ♪
Now, what is assimilation?
Anybody?
Felix?
Isabelle: Gordon Rogers was admittedly nervous.
Assimilation is to assume others' values as one's own.
Isabelle: He had been plucked from the mail room
not but 24 hours prior to his presentation.
See, that--that is our gift to--to them
because they yearn for a better life--
Isabelle: Why--because in order to understand the Natives--
They don't know it yet--
Isabelle:--you have to be one.
Assimilation is God's gift to the Native.
And we're here to show them the way,
saving them from themselves.
So you see--because we need that land.
We need that land, otherwise,
we can't get the oil from the south to the north.
Isabelle: It always comes down to money
for these people, and their plan was to disappear us
so they can make more money.
Gordon Rogers: We are about to embark on a quest,
a quest that might change--
--this nation for decades to come.
But rest assured, these savages are--they're a dying breed,
a dying breed that just needs a little help
putting that final nail in their coffin.
- [laughter] - ♪ ♪
Isabelle: The thing about serpents,
they'll do just about anything to fit in with the silt.
♪ ♪
And this is how we're gonna do it.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
Step one, get the lay of the land.
Mailman: Cornfields along this road.
This road's gonna run right up to--
Thank you.
You see, every Native is unique.
Will they sell the land?
How poor are the damn savages?
Will they move of their own volition?
Volition.
- It's not about the money! - What did she say?
Gordon: Now step two.
Our mission is complete assimilation,
because we're not real estate agents--
Isabelle: Gordon Rogers truly believed he was
"a goddamn federal officer
with the weight of the government behind him."
This could not have been further from the truth...
Fucking beaner!
So, we're gonna take the kids.
We're gonna take every single one of them.
Because you're not lying if you're helping them
because they are at fault.
Force their hands by any means necessary!
♪ ♪
Isabelle: He came into my room and hog-tied me like a pig.
That was how I first met Mr. Rogers,
gagged and bound in the back of his car.
♪ ♪
Isabelle: There were thousands of us turning up
at orphanages and boarding schools across the country.
Abandoned by her parents.
Sister Agnes, uh--
--drunken father, rumors of abuse.
Her parents were abducted by aliens.
It's a--it's a very sad story.
Let's find her a nice, American family.
Isabelle: I already had a nice, American family.
Then step three.
- Cover it up. - [camera shutter clicks]
Man: When it got to the top of the trees, it stopped.
And a--a blue and a white light come on.
♪ ♪
Woman: It was shaped like a pie.
I could see the front of it.
I just saw the round front.
And I could see the lights on either side.
I think we can get to a place of total eradication,
and I know you're capable of it.
Thank you--thank you.
♪ ♪
Gordon: There was this four-eyed smarty pants
back at headquarters who believes that the aliens
saw a sign from above,
some kinda--type of witchcraft left behind
that we normal people can't see with the naked eye.
But then they chose this site to land.
[crows cawing]
Gordon: Abbie, impressive, is it not?
"Gordon Rogers discovers aliens in Southbury."
Got a good ring to it.
That's what the headline should have read.
Isabelle: As it turns out, the only real alien
was a Mexican named Gordon Rogers.
[crows cawing]
♪ "High Ball Stepper" by Jack White ♪
♪ ♪
[dogs barking]
Mabel: You're a jack of all trades.
Gordon: No, just do what I have to do to provide for my family.
Even when my wife won't.
You're a wonderful provider.
Mabelline, did you hear what I just said?
I said even if my wife won't.
♪ ♪
Gordon: Do you know why I said that?
I said it because you've been so goddamn careless
with our lives these past few days.
♪ ♪
And now--now you must repent,
'cause you betrayed me.
Hell, you even betrayed Abigail by roping her into this.
I don't know what you mean, Gordo.
I'm sorry, I thought we were having a nice evening.
Of course you know what the hell I'm talking about.
Do you know how hard I had to work for this?
Do you know what I had to do to get this?
Yes, I do, of course I do.
- I'm very proud of you. - [crashing]
Gordon: Cut the bullshit!
They think you're a Russian spy, Mabelline.
Oh, please.
Do you know what they do to spies in America?
Do you think I'm a Russian spy?
Don't be smart, don't be smart, not now.
I served for the United States Air Force.
Oh my god, if I have to listen to--to your
"service to this country" one more goddamn time,
when I'm the one that's sacrificing for this country
right now, and you're fucking it up for me!
I'm--I'm fu--I'm not fu--.
Yes, you're fucking it up for me.
Where were you today, huh?
Where were you?
At Boon's farm, what did you find out
from that lying, drunken sack of shit?
- Nothing. - You learned nothing!
Of course not, because he's a liar!
Of course you're not a spy either,
because you're too fucking stupid.
Going through my files, impersonating an FBI agent.
Why risk everything, Mabel, why?
- What's wrong with you? - This isn't working.
I'm more than this, Gordo.
Well, that's why I brought Abigail into this house
so you'd have something to do.
I--I--I don't need something to do.
I need--I need purpose, I need something to be.
Mabel, just fall into line.
If I have to hear that one more time--
Don't you ever make fun of me again!
You don't know what I'm capable of.
Don't push me.
♪ ♪
I'm sorry Mabelline, I just...
[Mabel sobs]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Hey, look, everything's gonna be all right.
Everything's gonna be fine.
- It's gonna be all right. - [kiss]
Everything's gonna be fine, everything's gonna be fine.
We're gonna be fine.
Okay?
♪ ♪
Do you think you'll be able to sort it out?
Of course I'll be able to sort it out.
But you need to promise that you're gonna be
done with this little adventure.
Will they be able to find the Suttons?
♪ ♪
The Suttons were abducted by aliens.
But, Gordo, they weren't really, were they?
♪ ♪
[door bell rings]
[knock at the door]
- [knocks again] - Gordon: Oh, god.
Hi Gordo.
What a pleasant surprise.
Frannie: We just wanted to come by and thank you for everything.
- Gordon: Oh wow. - For everything.
And to introduce you to our new daughter, Charlene.
Hi Charlene.
Charlene, say hello to Mr. Rogers.
- Can you do something? - Charlene.
Charlene, say hello to Mr. Rogers.
Hello, Mr. Rogers.
Well, hello there.
Oh, what a pleasant surprise.
Gordon: Mabelline, this is Charlene,
the newest addition to the Cox family.
Well, come on in.
No, no, no, it's not a good time actually.
- Oh, it's fine. - Not exactly--
--because our daughter's not feeling well at all.
Teenage stuff.
Gordon: No, it's a little more than that.
Mabel: Come on.
Maybe just for a little bit.
- Yeah. - Gordon: For a short, little...
♪ ♪
Glennie, we knew.
We knew what they were capable of.
We hid her in a whiskey barn, for Chrissake.
For what?
Every day, any time a car would drive by,
I put Isa into hiding.
I'm already guilt-riddled enough, okay?
Gilberto: I don't care about guilt.
I want Isa back.
Why couldn't we give them the fucking land?
- [door banging] - ♪ ♪
- Officer: My little bubelah. - [woman giggles]
- Just so happy to see you. - It's a pretty dress.
Woman: I put it on just for you.
Oh!
You didn't tell me you've got some
real live derelicts tonight.
- Ooh. - [yelps and giggles]
Oh, say, any word on my daughter?
Officer: Christ, don't ruin the mood.
I put a word in with the judge.
- I got a good feeling. - Oooh, you do?
- Officer: Mm hmm. - [laughing]
- ♪ ♪ - [muffled giggling]
♪ ♪
We really couldn't be more grateful to you, Gordo.
I mean, she's a--a really lovely girl, but--
- She is. - Bob: She's just so angry.
I know, I know, Bob, it just takes time.
It always takes time.
She keeps talking about her parents
like they didn't just up and abandon her.
Gordon: You know, I remember it was the same thing
with Abigail at the beginning.
- Bob: Really? - It goes away.
Frannie: Why don't you come help your mother
in the kitchen?
That's not my name.
Isabelle: Charlene was the name of this wretched woman's
favorite auntie.
Excuse me, miss?
Isabelle: What a way to honor the dead--
Do not embarrass me, please, Charlene.
Isabelle:--by kidnapping the living and renaming us.
Frannie, Frannie, is--is something the matter?
Well, she believes her name to be something
it most certainly is not.
Gordon: No, no, Charlene, is that true?
Bob: She's just having a little trouble fitting in,
all the usual hiccups, is all.
Bob, if I can offer a piece of advice at this time
it would be not to tolerate that type of behavior.
That's exactly what I've been telling him.
Yeah, you got to confront these problems head on.
That's exactly what I said.
Now, Charlene, Charlene, this family has been very gracious
to you--taking you in, putting food in your belly,
giving you a roof over your head
that's not riddled with tetanus and falling scaffolding.
Now, I do believe that this thanklessness
deserves to be punished.
Bob: Oh, I don't think that's necessary.
Frannie: No, Bob, he's right.
Mabel?
Could I please borrow your yardstick?
♪ ♪
Mabel, Mabel, please be helpful.
♪ ♪
As soon as she ingratiates herself into our culture,
the less painful it's going to become for her.
Hands on your knees, young lady.
♪ ♪
Frannie: Right now, please.
♪ ♪
- Glennie: Hey miss. - What the hell are you doing?
- Glennie: Hey, hey. - Gilberto: Glennie?
Miss, could you come over here for a moment, please.
♪ ♪
Earlier, I overheard you mentioning
that you had a daughter
that was working her way through the courts.
Yeah--yeah, yeah, I do.
I've been trying to get her back.
I too am on a mission to get my daughter back.
Glennie: My beautiful 15-year-old Isa.
♪ ♪
Good girl, Charlene, good girl.
♪ ♪
Mark my words, she's gonna be like my Abigail in no time.
Speaking of which, why don't you go on upstairs
and introduce yourself?
That's a splendid idea.
No, that wouldn't be a good--
Mabel: She should have a friend.
They both should.
She's contagious.
She's not contagious, don't be silly.
First door in front of the staircase.
Bob: You heard Mrs. Rogers, it's the first door.
Maybe it will make her stop moping around
like somebody just died.
[laughing]
Gordon: Please think this over.
I don't think it's a good idea.
Think what over?
Gordo, stop being silly.
Come on.
It's right up there.
[knock at door]
[door creaks]
[muffled voices]
Isabelle: Hello?
I'm just so ashamed, Gordo,
that my daughter would behave that way--
You don't have to blame yourself.
It's not your fault.
Girls at this age have a cognitive disadvantage.
It's a fact.
♪ ♪
Isabelle: I couldn't find her.
- Excuse me? - She wasn't in her room.
Maybe I went to the wrong room.
What do you mean she wasn't in her room?
[hurried footsteps]
Is she in there?
♪ ♪
Well, sit down, Charlene.
♪ ♪
Not there, that's Mr. Rogers' chair.
Sit over there.
Gordon [whispering]: They're listening, close the door.
I wanna go call the police.
No, no, just--just wait, just wait.
Our daughter's missing!
Gordon: Goddammit, just calm yourself, okay?
- I don't understand you, Gordo. - She can't get far anyway.
Why not?
'Cause she's sedated.
What?
Mabel: You're not making any sense.
Where is she?
- Come on, I said where is she? - Frannie: You're hurting her!
Mabel: Where's our daughter?
I had this all undone, you ungrateful little shit!
She's conspiring against me!
- Can't you see she's-- - Who, Charlene--stop!
I put you in a good home, and this is how you repay me?
A good home?
Yeah, I put you in a good home.
- I want my home! - Be grateful.
I am a Mohegan woman!
Get her out of here, get out of here!
- Gordon: Get her out of here. - Mabel: Please stop.
Get her out of here, get out of my house!
We're going home--we're going home.
I am Isabelle Adsila Sutton.
- Get her out! - I am Isabelle!
Nobody wants to hear you!
Nobody wants to hear it!
Isabelle: I am Isabelle Adsila Sutton!
Bob: Close the door, Charlene.
Gordon: Nobody cares.
- Isabelle: I need my mama! - Gordon: Shut up.
Shut up!
Get out of here!
[insects chirping]
[blues record playing]
Mabelline, there's a perfectly sane explanation for all this.
[blues record playing]
Come on, sit down, have a drink with me.
[blues record playing]
I think I'm just gonna go freshen up for a second,
if you don't mind.
[blues record playing]
[blues record playing in distance]
Gordon: Mabelline, come on.
Mabel: Shit.
[blues record playing]
Mabelline, you're beautiful already, come back.
[blues record playing]
Shit.
Gordon: Mabelline!
[blues record playing]
Mabelline, what are you doing?
[vehicle starts up]
[blues record playing]
Mabel, where are you going?
Where are you going, Mabel?
You can't leave me!
- [car revs] - ♪ ♪
Gordon: Mabel!
I'll divorce you, you fucking whore!
- [tires squealing] - ♪ ♪
Mabel!
Fucking whore.
I'm gonna divorce your ass!
I'm gonna find you!
I'll find you, Mabel.
I'm gonna find you, Mabel, come back.
I'm sorry, Mabel.
I'm sorry, come back.
♪ ♪
Isabelle: As I said before,
there were those of us who went willingly--
♪ ♪
those of us who stayed and fought--
♪ ♪
then those of us who had no other choice but to run away.
To abandon everything we called home.
♪ ♪
Isabelle: Our land,
our lives,
our futures.
♪ ♪
Isabelle: But as nunánuk always said--
No matter your path--
♪ ♪
Isabelle: Those who have the will to survive
will always find their path again.
♪ "Bitchin' in the Kitchen" by Kitty, Daisy & Lewis ♪
♪ She didn't know how to control the pace
♪ Expression's changing on her face
♪ Intoxication's not her style
♪ And now she's gone and lost her smile
♪ Her man told her that she was thinking strange
♪ He has had enough and it's getting late
♪He said to her why don't you just come on home
♪ But she wants to keepdrinking on her phone
♪ Step back she gonna crash
♪ cryin' in the kitchen
♪ She won't stop, she won't stop
♪She won't stop bitchin' bitchin '
♪ Step back she gonna smack
♪ cryin' in the kitchen
♪ She won't stop, she won't stop
♪ She won't stop the bitchin' bitchin'
♪ ♪
♪The city's closing down and she just got back
♪ Suddenly the world isn't on her track
♪ In her head everything has one drive
♪ There is nothin' wrong but she wants to cry
♪ Step back she gonna crash
♪ cryin' in the kitchen
♪ She won't stop, she won't stop
♪She won't stop bitchin' bitchin '
♪ Step back she gonna smack
♪ cryin' in the kitchen
♪ She won't stop, she won't stop
♪ She won't stop the bitchin' bitchin'
♪ ♪
♪ She's racing through her can
♪ She's making you feel bad
♪ She's raising up her hand
♪ And she's about to swing ♪