Little Girl Lost: The Delimar Vera Story
- Year:
- 2008
- 89 min
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(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(faucet trickling)
- Sh*t!
(laughing)
- You scared me.
(man moaning)
- Where's your mom?
- She's at the store.
She'll be back in like an hour.
- You like staying here?
This is a nice place, right?
- Yeah.
- I'm a good guy, huh?
You like me?
- I guess.
- Anything I could help you with?
Anything I can do for you?
I just wanna be there for you, that's all.
Maybe you need a little extra cash.
(chuckling)
I know you done this before.
- A hundred bucks?
Really?
I'm a little more expensive than my mom.
Ow!
Sh*t.
- You got just as bad
of a f***ing attitude!
(coughing)
- What the f*** are you doing?!
Get the f*** away from her!
- F***ing join in, b*tch!
(woman yelling)
Teach your b*tch kid some f***ing manners!
(glass shattering)
(screaming)
Do it, b*tch!
(dramatic music)
(mother yelling)
(whimpering)
(dramatic music)
- Hey.
This has got to stop.
Get your sh*t together.
We're getting out of here.
Come on, let's go.
Come on!
- Okay.
(city commotion)
- Christ.
Throw me my phone.
Thanks.
Sh*t.
Thank God we've got a guy
coming here in 10 minutes
who can pay for this sh*t.
F***, where's my makeup?
Can you see it?
- Sorta.
But it's pretty dark in here.
He probably won't notice.
- You wanna wait in the
bathroom or the car?
- Bathroom.
- Actually, wait in the car.
You're getting too big
to hide in the shower.
- Okay.
Got my vaporizer in there?
Thanks.
- Hey.
You forgetting something?
Give it 45 minutes, max.
- Okay.
(door closing)
(men chatting)
- [Man] What's up, nia?
- What's up, girl?
(distant police siren)
- Hey.
(birds chirping)
(knocking)
- Fix this.
It looks like sh*t, I'm telling you.
Hey.
- Hola, Kimmy.
(chuckling)
- Oh, come on.
Honey, I missed you.
Show me some love.
This is my baby girl, Shara.
- Hi.
- Yeah, Cap, how you doing?
All right, f*** it, come on in.
- All right, let's go.
(groaning)
- Room's 300 bucks a month.
All the utilities are included.
You have a small fridge
- This is so ghetto.
- Get out.
- Is she always f***ing like that?
- Yes.
- F***.
Washer and dryer.
If you wanna use that
it's gonna be an extra
hundred bucks a month.
Or you could use the
laundromat down the street
but I don't recommend.
- I'm sure, if we need to use the laundry,
we can work something out.
(giggling)
- I'm sure we can.
- We can.
- She's not gonna be a problem, is she?
Because, you know, I don't usually allow
other people's kids here or anything.
- She's fine.
(water bubbling)
(pleasant music)
(somber violin music)
- Hello?
(water sloshing)
Did you enjoy the show?
- What show?
So you guys moving in or?
Are you one of my dad's whores?
- Is your dad Cap?
- Yep.
- My mom met your dad in
They used to f***.
We're renting a room.
(chuckling)
- Okay.
So I guess we're housemates.
Nice.
By the way,
nice tits.
I know you love it.
(somber beat music)
Here you go.
What?
I thought this was yours.
You shouldn't leave
what're you doing?
- Not mine.
- Not yours?
Okay, let's see if there's an ID in here.
And there is no ID.
Just a bunch of Benjamins.
(chuckling)
- Can I have a sip of that?
Please.
- You normally take beers from strangers?
- Sorry, what's your name?
- Jamie.
- Jamie, can I have a sip of that?
- Yeah, I guess,
considering I've already seen your tits
and you're crashing at my pad.
Yeah, why not?
You a...
Are you f***ing kidding me?
You said a sip, whoa.
(sighing)
(people cheering)
- All right.
(splashing)
(people cheering)
- Your fascination with my tits
isn't impressing me at all.
- Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, you're hot.
What am I supposed to do?
And you put on a crazy show for me.
I aint complaining but
I didn't expect that.
- Didn't expect what?
To come home to random some chick
doing back flips in your pool?
- Pretty much, yeah.
- Who said it was for you?
- All I'm saying is that it was hot, sh*t.
Another beer?
- Do you got anything harder?
(laughing)
- What do you want?
- I don't know, vodka?
- Vodka?
Okay.
Let me check.
- Actually, nevermind.
I'll see you later.
(somber beat music)
(somber piano music)
- So you know what to do.
He's obviously got dough, which is good.
- How long should I give you?
(moaning)
(coughing)
- If I'm not out in like three hours.
- What?
- Look at this neighborhood, girl.
Time is money.
(whistling)
- Hey, sugar britches, over here.
I'm gonna bring you in through the side.
- Okay.
- It'll be a little more discreet.
How's yourself?
- Oh, I'm fine, thanks.
- You know, I'm not trying
to be an a**hole or anything,
but you look a little older
than I thought you'd be.
I mean, your ad said 27.
- Yeah, well, it's bright out here.
- I guess it is.
So who's the little chick
in the car with you?
- My daughter.
And don't ask.
You couldn't afford her.
- Really?
Mother, daughter tag-team.
- Yeah, well, I didn't
say we'd do it together.
Woo!
- Would you?
- Oh.
Five grand.
- Is that all?
Done.
We'll save it for next time.
Tonight I'm gonna take mommy
out for a little test drive.
(giggling)
- Okay.
(birds chirping)
(car engine rumbling)
(girls chattering)
- She's f***ing gross.
(seatbelt alarm beeping)
- Put your seatbelt on.
- You f***ing stink.
- What?
You smell.
just got her ass f***ed.
- Really?
(tires screeching)
Are you f***ing kidding me?!
You stupid, f***ing ungrateful b*tch!
F*** you!
F*** you!
Once again, you f***ed us
out of our living situation!
Now I've gotta work double
time to pay for this sh*t!
You think that's okay?
Is that okay to you, you
stupid little b*tch?!
Idiot!
F***, damn it!
(Shara whimpering)
(sighing)
You hungry?
Hello?
Are you hungry?
- I don't care.
- Okay, you don't care.
Good.
- [Server] Here you go, thank you.
(crickets chirping)
- So you're not mad at me anymore?
Don't be mad at me.
You little piglet.
Here, eat your fries.
(laughing)
Your soggy fries.
- I know, I got them for you.
(Shara pig snorting)
(laughing)
Oh my gosh.
I know you don't see it,
but I'm doing all this for you.
- You're right.
I don't see it.
- Okay, feel this.
your mouth and feel that.
(laughing)
- Ew.
- I know, I don't wanna gross you out.
- What is that?
- Feel it.
- Mom, what is that?
Is that a scar?
- Mhmm.
This guy had me facedown
in a bed in a motel room
with a knife like this big.
Tried to cut my head off.
- What?
- Do you f***ing blame him though?
(laughing)
You probably wish he did.
(laughing)
Seriously.
Because of me,
you're gonna know how
to avoid f***ing sickos.
You're gonna know how to
How to do this correctly and
You know?
I wish I had someone like
me when I first started.
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