Sleepwalking
Sheriff's office. How can I help?
Like I said, I hadn't heard
from this woman, all right?
Problems? What the hell you talking...
You guys come and f***in'
raid my house at 2 in the morning.
You don't even give me
a chance to get my stuff.
Throw me out? Throw me out
of my own f***in' house?
It's not your house, Joleen.
It's your boyfriend's house.
That's the reason he's in jail
and you're not.
You didn't even
give me a chance to get my stuff.
You can come
and get your stuff later.
So we fine here? Can I go?
I don't know about being fine,
but I can't hold you, so...
Great. Where's my daughter?
Do you even have
anywhere to take her?
Yeah, I got a lot of places to go to.
I got a lot of options.
Did you ever think maybe Tara'd
be better off with a more stable relative?
- I know she has a father somewhere.
- No.
- Just until you get on your feet.
- Just my brother, okay?
- Your brother.
- Yeah.
What about your parents?
- No parents.
- No parents?
No. All deceased. Where's Tara?
Joleen, I know you have a father
because we talked...
That man's got nothing to do
with any of this, all right?
- Joleen, I'm just trying to help you.
- I don't need your help.
Can't you get that?
I don't need your help.
- We're fine!
- You're not fine!
in the middle of the night is fine?
What about Tara?
Moving all over the place,
missing school, having people
talk about her mother is fine?
- Okay, I've had enough.
- Oh, here we go again.
Just drag her out
into the middle of this sh*t again.
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna take my daughter to school.
You know what then? Then I'm gonna
find us a wonderful place to live, okay?
And I have a lot of options,
by the way, okay?
Thank you. Thanks for your help,
but I don't need it.
Tara, let's go!
Come on. Let's go.
This is James.
James. Yeah.
Speedy. Right.
Is Mr. Carvel there?
Okay. Well, could you just tell him
I- I can't come into work today
on account of my back?
Still... I know.
Okay.
How ya doin', huh? Look at your hair.
It's so long. You need a haircut.
You look tired.
Well, it's been a sh*t
couple of days, all right?
Have you gone to jail, too?
Jail? No, James.
- Why would I go to jail? God!
- I don't know.
- Why would I go to jail?
- I don't know.
This whole thing's got nothing
to do with me, all right?
Okay.
- At all.
- Okay.
Got nothing to do
with that sh*t, all right?
- Yeah. Sorry.
- Put your seatbelt on.
Tell 'em we got Joleen.
Joleen's coming back.
Let's go, James. Come on.
We currently have
a suspect in custody.
It's regarding the marijuana grow...
I brought my brother.
Hey, I'll try to watch my step.
Hey, whoa, whoa.
Come on. I just wanna get some
of my sh*t, if it's not too much to ask.
Are you gonna be calm?
We got marijuana out back.
I hope you guys are proud of yourselves.
A bunch of big men in here.
Just get your stuff, Joleen.
Everybody's fine putting
a little girl out on the street.
Where's my coffee can?
Where's my goddamn coffee can?
The last thing you need
is coffee, Joleen.
You know what I'm talking about.
Last night, when you guys came in here,
there was a goddamn coffee can
on top of that fridge!
It has my money in it.
- Bob, did you see this alleged coffee can?
- No.
Pretty sure a girl like you can figure out
another way to make some money.
F*** you. Come on, James.
The DEA's discovered
quite a few marijuana plants
out there as well.
And there's also marijuana paraphernalia.
DEA says
it goes all the way out there...
Marijuana cultivation
all the way down on the left side.
DEA's got another grow...
- James!
- about another half acre up there.
Let's go. Thanks a lot.
Anybody looking?
Uh, no.
All right. Let's go.
What are you looking at?
Can I stay at your house?
- So what are you gonna do?
- I don't know.
Tara! Hey, put it in gear! Let's go!
I'll see you later. Bye.
Bye.
Today is the first day
of the rest of your whole goddamn life.
Moving again?
Are you all right, miss?
I'm really frightened to death.
But otherwise all right.
Uncle James,
you're creeping me out.
Hey, you be nice to Uncle James.
- James, where do you keep your hangers?
- What?
The hangers.
God, this place is some mess.
I should've brought
some of my furniture.
And we're gonna need another pillow
for Tara, by the way.
I'm not sleeping in the same bed
as you, Mom.
You know, you could really start
unpacking some of your own sh*t
instead of sitting there
and pretending to do your homework.
I'm not pretending to do my homework.
I'm pretending not to hate my life.
Well, you're not doing
a very good job of pretending.
Well, maybe I'm not applying myself.
I don't need this kind of sh*t
from you right now, Tara!
What kind of sh*t do you need
from me right now, Mom?
God, what do you want from me?
God, Tara!
F*** it!
Take it easy, baby face.
There are hangers in there.
I'm not gonna use them.
How old do I look to you, James?
I don't know.
That is not the right answer.
Then what is the right answer?
Here's a rule, okay?
You should listen up, because maybe
you'll find a woman for yourself.
When a woman asks you
how old she is,
you think,
What age does she want to be?
And then you say that number.
That's the right answer.
You look 25.
Ya think?
Mm-hmm.
# What it's all about #
# I can't believe #
# That woman done burnt me out #
Don't say it.
All right.
- How do I look?
- Great.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- It's... You look great.
- Aren't you a little old for that shirt?
Didn't I just say "Don't say it"?
I think I did.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Where are you going at least?
- Out.
Oh, my God. That's him.
All right. Wish me luck.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Have a really wonderful time, Mom.
# Got to get in a hurry #
Hey!
# I got to get on down #
Shut up!
Shut up. This is my brother's place.
Baby, whoa.
Wait. Wait.
Just for fun? Wait.
We can say
it's the alcohol talking later.
But just for fun, just...
just say you love me.
Come on. Just say it.
Doesn't have to mean anything.
- I love you.
- Do you?
I love your jeans.
- Don't say that.
- I love your pants.
- Say it. Just say it.
- I love your underpants.
- Say it.
- I love you.
Yeah?
Who's the man
who always brings you flowers?
You.
Baby! Mmm!
Whoa. Wait. Wait.
Cool your jets. Hang on.
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back, okay?
It's okay. It's okay, baby.
Christ, what kind of flophouse
you runnin' here, Jojo?
I didn't mean to cramp your style, Sly.
Come on. Come on.
Hey.
Hey, get any sleep?
No.
You know, we should've asked you
if we could stay here.
I should've done that.
You asked.
You... You called me up.
No, James.
I remember.
It was 2:
00 in the morning.The cops were going through everything.
I told you. I didn't ask you.
Well, anyway,
I'm glad you guys are here.
Jeez.
You know, James,
you shouldn't turn around and be nice.
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