Sleepwalking Page #4
A country house?
- That's right.
- Well!
We're more in the city part...
Nicole and me.
And Nicole's mother.
I don't notice a ring on your finger.
I- I lost it... a while back.
What about the missus?
Did you lose her, too?
No, Dad.
So what's the big mystery?
She's in New York.
In New York, huh?
It's for her job.
It's in computers.
So we thought we'd take this time,
you know, come out here for a vacation.
Hmm.
Nicole's never been
to a real farm before.
So, when her mother gets back,
we'll meet up and, uh,
take it from there.
Joleen's living the good life, huh,
in her magnificent country estate?
I- I didn't say estate.
She still livin' with that one guy?
What was his name?
You know,
the one that knocked her up.
No.
What about the kid?
She end up having it?
I never heard...
so you can imagine I'm kind of curious.
No.
Well, I got the one, though, right, Nicole?
One grandkid's better than none.
Well, you two better hit the sack.
Got an early rise tomorrow.
How's she on dishes?
Fine, I guess.
Good.
Rise and shine.
Rise and shine.
- Hey.
- Hey.
This is Jack.
Your mom named him that
when he was young.
But you're a big boy now, aren't you? Huh?
Hey, you wanna see something?
He likes apples.
Can I try?
Yeah.
- He's letting me do it.
- What are you doing?
Feeding apples.
- Did I say for you to do that?
- No, I was just...
- I was showing Nicole how to...
- What happens if my horses get colic?
You know how to take care of him
if he gets colic?
Then maybe you should ask me
before you start
shoving food in his mouth.
It was my idea.
I figured that.
James didn't go to school much, either.
- Right, James?
- Right.
Had him working full time
when he was just, uh,
It's not like they lost their star pupil
or anything, is it, James, huh?
Idiot.
See ya.
Can I help you?
I'm sorry.
Nicole?
Guess it was my mom's dress,
wasn't it?
Come on! Come on! Feed the cattle.
Can't you see
that that doesn't work that way?
You didn't coil with the lay again!
Well, I tried.
And don't get smart with me,
you little sh*t!
- Have you... Show me yours again.
- Dad, it's getting to be suppertime.
Not until Nicole here learns
how to coil a rope properly
instead of running her dirty trap
all the time!
Come on!
And go with the lay of this.
Give me that. Go into the lay!
Nicole.
Nicole, come on! Get up!
What?
My hand is completely full of blisters.
Here. Here, let me take a look.
Hyah! Get in there!
Go on! Go on!
Why'd you bring us here?
I thought you'd like it.
And we were out of money.
I didn't know where else to go.
There's so many other places
we could've gone.
I mean, Mom said she would
never come back here.
- Not in a million years.
- Shh. Don't, Tara. Don't talk like that.
It's... It's fine. Usually, he's...
- The way he talked to us?
- Yeah.
- And the way he treated you?
- Listen...
- It's not fine.
- Hey, don't... don't... don't be loud, okay?
You gotta... You gotta be quiet.
Usually, he's fine.
It was him and your mom
that always had the problems.
Now, he's... he's a particular
kind of... kind of man,
but if you just keep your mouth shut
and just do the work, then it's fine.
But your mom... she just never did.
One day, she met this guy,
and he tried to take her away.
Dad found out,
and he took it real hard.
Finally, after a few months,
it got so bad between 'em,
she was on me and on me to go,
and so, finally, I just... I said, "Okay,"
and we snuck out
in the middle of the night.
- Now we're back.
- But, hey,
don't... don't take it wrong, okay?
It's... It's Joleen that he's always
had the problem with.
You know?
And we won't be here long anyway.
- You promise?
- Yeah.
Yeah, look, if we do the work now,
then maybe he'll even give us
some money for the road.
I wonder what happened to that guy.
Who?
The man Mom was gonna
run off with, you know?
I don't know. He just...
He never came back.
I wonder what would've happened
if she had gone with him.
Excuse me.
Hi, I'm... I'm Joleen Reedy.
- My daughter, Tara Reedy, is missing.
- I gotta call you back.
If you hear anything, can you just call me
from this number here?
Where the hell have you been?
How nice of you to show up.
I'll take it from here.
So was that your plan, Joleen, hmm?
Just completely abandon Tara
so she could go
straight exactly
into what I was afraid of for her...
Child Services?
I mean, who the hell knows
where she's at now?
- Please tell me something!
- I don't know.
I don't know what to say, okay?
I don't.
I don't. You... You're it, okay?
I f***ed up... I f***ed up, and I can't...
I can't take it back.
My number. You can just
call me if you hear anything.
Joleen, you, uh...
you got someplace to stay?
What about a job?
I'm working on it.
The Voyager spacecraft
has been exploring
uncharted territory for some time,
but now it's really
going into the great beyond.
Launched in 1977,
Voyager has now traveled
more than 13 billion kilometers...
well beyond the most distant planet.
Voyager is, in fact, right on the edge
of stepping into interstellar space.
What it should meet there is something
called the "termination shock."
This is a shock wave
where the tenuous messages
of the solar wind particles
ejected by our sun
run into the cosmic wind particles
floating through deep space.
In fact, according to some new research,
Voyager may have already
hit this shock wave.
This week, two groups
announced their latest results
from instruments aboard the space...
Dad, I don't know if I said it,
but it's real nice...
you lettin' us stay here.
So thanks.
But, uh, work, you know...
It's... It's real... real hard.
You don't have to tell me.
Especially for Nicole.
- Welcome back to the show.
- Thank you.
And this... this was gonna be a vacation.
That was the original plan.
Yeah, well, hoop-di-doo.
Are you kidding?
So I think, uh...
we're probably gonna have to move on now.
And I was also thinkin'
maybe you could give us some money
for the work that we did here.
Think that might be fair.
I just want some money, that's all.
Who is Tara?
Well beyond the most distant planet.
Before you came here,
I got a little social visit...
these guys from the sheriff's.
And they told me a whole story
about a kid named Tara.
That's not Tara.
That's Nicole, and she's my daughter.
Oh, bullshit!
Lmagine the tree you'd be hanging from
if I'd have called that sheriff on this.
And where would she be?
So as long as you're doing
all that thinking,
why don't you think about that?
And don't you go telling me
what you think is fair!
You little prick!
Hey, what's wrong?
What are we gonna do?
Nothing.
We're fine for now, okay?
Let me figure something out.
Get to work!
And you,
get up and get to it,
or I'll beat your ass into next week!
What is this?
Are you playing games with me?
Lettin' the horses stand in
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