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Come over here, give me a big hug.

Come on. I ain't gonna see you

for a long time, baby.

Come on.

Oh, baby. Oh.

I am so sorry, Pooh Bear.

I'm so sorry.

You still love me?

- I love you, Mom.

- I love you more.

Here.

Would you get this...

Tell this piece of sh*t

to get his knee out of my neck!

Bye, Ramona!

I love you!

I love you!

Watch her head.

- I'll go in the other car.

- Get her outta here.

Bye, Ramona!

- Children's Services are on their way.

- Oh, that's just great.

No offense, kid, but anything's

an improvement over this.

What do you think we ought to do?

Just leave you here?

I could stay with you

for a couple of weeks.

- Are you kidding?

- No, I'm serious.

I could do all sorts of chores

while you was out messin' people up.

We're not allowed

to do things like that.

- You're lyin'.

- No, I'm not.

If you don't want to, all you had to do

was just say it straight out.

I don't want to.

Okay, then.

Hey, Mrs. Sheets.

Guess you heard the news.

Hello, Vanessa. I heard your mother

might be away for awhile.

This is her third arrest this year.

She's lookin' at six months, mandatory.

We're holding the stepfather

on multiple parole violations.

Oh, I am so sorry

about all this, Vanessa.

- I can take over here now, Officer.

- Good luck, kid.

Yeah, right. Come on over

and ruin my life again real soon.

You don't have to be

so hard on the officer.

She just took my whole family

off to jail, okay?

I hate pigs so much,

Mrs. Sheets.

Come on, now.

Let's go gather up some of your things.

You're puttin' me in foster care

again, aren't you?

Honey, I'm willing to consider any

alternative you'd like to suggest, but...

My grandma would

be an alternative.

This is the first

I've heard of any grandma.

On my father's side.

My real father. See?

She'd take me in, most likely.

You don't sound too sure.

Actually, she don't

know about me yet.

That's not gonna do us

much good for tonight.

Why haven't you been

in touch with her before now?

Before I was born, there was this

bad blood between her and my mom,

and there must've been

some harsh words spoke...

because my mom threw this chemical

on her face that burned her skin a bit.

Lovely.

I tried gettin' her on the phone once,

but she ain't listed.

If I could get up to Stockton,

I know I'd find her.

- Just like that, huh?

- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

I know what I need.

Mrs. Sheets, could you come in here

and fold up my blanket?

- This one?

- Yeah, that one.

- What do you want with this old thing?

- My mama gave it to me.

What are you doing?

What...?

Oh, sh*t! Sorry.

Let me get you turned around.

Vanessa, this is not funny!

I'm not laughin', Mrs. Sheets.

Now, if you yell loud enough,

Mr. Wong will come and set you free.

He's the day manager.

I'll leave the keys on top of the TV.

Vanessa, you come back here!

Where the f*** are you, Chopper?

Chopper!

Chopper, we're f***ed.

We're totally f***ed.

Just after you left, the pigs came

and pinched Mom and Larry both.

Then my parole officer showed up

like the motherfuckin' plague

to take me off to foster care again,

just like last time.

So how did you get here?

I cuffed her ankle to the bed.

- That wasn't very smart, Vanessa.

- I know, I know.

I'm goin' up north, and unless you never

wanna see me again, you better get in.

I gotta be in court next week

for sentencing.

If I don't show, I'm gonna get

a year at Camp Gonzalez for sure.

I guess I'm on my own.

Where up north are you goin'?

My grandma's up in Stockton.

- You got any money?

- No.

Sell that when you get

where you're goin'.

It's from Spain.

I love you so much, Chopper.

I love you too, baby.

Oh, here.

Take this.

I gotta go.

Bye, Chopper,

my beloved boyfriend.

Pinche, mirate.

Damn f***ing car.

Didn't know that

today it would pass.

F***.

You havin' some kind of trouble?

The f***ing cocksucker

won't even f***ing turn over!

- Excuse my bad language, sir.

- It's all right.

- Would you mind if I take a look?

- Go for it.

Get behind the wheel there

and step on the gas for me.

Try it.

Again.

I hate to break the news to you,

but this car's had it.

- I knew it was only a matter of time.

- Where are you headed?

My grandma's up in Stockton.

Well, I'm goin' as far as L.A.

You're welcome to ride with me.

- Really, mister?

- Sure.

- Grab your stuff and let's go.

- Thanks!

I guess we oughta call a tow truck.

Nah. Caltrans will take care of it.

My mom used to work part-time for them.

- So what do I call you?

- Sorry. My name is Bob Wolverton.

- I'm Vanessa Lutz.

- It's nice to meet you, Vanessa.

Put on your safety belt

and we'll get goin'.

Great.

What's this all about?

It's a psychological manual.

I use it in my work.

I'm a counselor at a school

for boys with emotional trouble.

Just boys, huh?

No girls at all?

I'm afraid so.

So how does your family feel about

this trip of yours up to Stockton?

I don't got no family

just at the moment.

Vanessa, everybody's got a family.

Shows how much you know.

- You wanna talk about it?

- Not really.

I'm sorry.

It's an unfortunate habit of mine,

sticking my nose where it shouldn't be.

That's a bad habit.

Well, don't rub it in, okay?

It's just my work.

I see a kid who looks like they're in

trouble, and I start askin' questions.

I guess it's just

become second nature.

It's that obvious?

- What is?

- Me being in trouble.

Look, the offer's still open

if you want it.

You know,

I've always found it amazing how...

how much easier it is to really share

something with a perfect stranger...

stuff that you couldn't even

talk to with your friends or family.

I noticed that.

- That's real funny.

- Yeah, it is.

Most of the kids I work with, I don't

press 'em to talk about themselves.

I just let them know I'm there,

and that they can talk

about themselves if they want to.

I guess my biggest problem

right now is...

my mama's in jail.

Vanessa, that sounds like

a pretty bad situation.

Yeah, but that's why

I'm goin' to see my grandma.

Would you mind me asking

why your mother's in jail?

It's pretty embarrassing.

Why would you be embarrassed

about another person's acts?

I don't know, it's just...

I mean, I don't feel comfortable

talkin' about stuff like that

'cause I think it makes me

look like a low-type person.

Well, I can understand that.

Most of the boys I work with,

even the most troubled ones...

all they really need is just

someone to listen to 'em.

Yeah, but you probably get so sick

of hearin' them sad stories every day.

I don't.

I really love my work.

I couldn't imagine myself

doing anything else. Not ever.

Guess I wouldn't mind

talkin' to someone.

I just wouldn't know

where to begin.

Why don't you begin with your mother?

I mean, if you want to.

My mama's a whore.

Thanks, mister.

I mean, Bob.

There.

I can't believe

I'm tellin' you all this stuff.

My mama's in jail.

It looks like my stepfather's next

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