Gimme Shelter

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- Baby, I put it right over there.

- No, you did not.

- Baby, it's right there.

- Oh!

Baby.

You know I take care of you.

- Yeah.

- I give you everything.

I'm okay.

I can do this, I can do this,

I can do this.

I'm not scared.

I'm not scared, I'm not scared.

I can do this.

It's okay. I'm not scared.

I can do this.

I can do this.

I'm not scared.

I'm okay. I'm not scared.

I'm not scared.

I can do this.

I'm okay.

I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay.

No, man, let me try it out.

- You know you my girl.

- Let me try it out.

Where you going, baby?

Uh, yeah, I'm at 14811 Jefferson.

Yeah, I want to go to...

77 Oak Ridge Road in

Saddle Ridge, New Jersey.

Yeah, New Jersey.

Have you seen my daughter?

Hey!

Yo, what you do to

your hair, sweetie?

Oh!

Agnes, open up.

Yo! I ain't got time for your crap!

I'm getting out of here.

What?

I said I'm out.

You ain't going nowhere,

you little b*tch!

Open up!

Aah!

You going to Jersey?

You got the money?

Yeah.

All right.

Hey!

- Slut!

- Back off the car!

You slut! You useless slut!

You owe me! You owe me!

- Back off the cab, lady!

- You ain't going nowhere!

You're going to give me my

money, you little b*tch!

Honey?

Baby, I'm sorry, Okay?

Mommy loves you, okay?

Back off the car! Back off the car!

You're nothing but a

dumb, useless whore!

You'll be back! You hear me?

You need me!

Where's the money?

Show it to me now.

That's not enough.

Get out of my cab.

Get out of the cab!

- No!

- Get out of the cab right now!

Get out of here, you

little piece of trash!

Back away from the house!

Get down on the ground.

Down on the ground!

- Down on the ground!

- No!

Down! Down!

- Get off me!

- Easy!

Nah!

This is a girl, not a boy.

All right, let's get her up.

No!

What is this?

Do you know the people

that live here?

What's going on?

We're sorry to disturb

you, Mr. Fitzpatrick,

but we received a call

from your housekeeper.

- Who the hell is that?

- We don't know.

We found this on her, and

she says she knows you.

- She said she knows me?

- That's what she said.

- Where was she?

- In the back, trying to break in.

She was trying to break into the house?

That's right.

Did you pat her down?

Did she say anything?

She has nothing on her.

Nothing else. No ID.

- Inside, guys.

- A police car.

I know. Let's just go in the house.

- But who is it?

- I don't know.

Show me.

Do you know her?

Yes.

Let her out.

Come on.

How old are you now? Fourteen?

Fifteen?

- Sixteen.

- Sixteen.

It's a nice place.

You work in real

estate or something?

No. Wall Street.

Hows your mother, Agnes?

It's Apple,

remember?

You gave the name to me.

He re's what's up.

I need a place to stay

for a little bit.

That's why I'm here.

I ain't asking you to feel

guilty and stuff like that,

so let's not even go there.

I just need a place to

stay for a little bit.

I'll get a job.

I'll get my own place,

and then I'll be gone.

Here.

I knew I couldn't count on you.

Have a nice life.

Nice to finally meet you.

Wait. Where you going?

You just showed up.

The police said you tried to break in.

I didn't try and break in. They're lying.

All right, look, maybe there's

something we can work out.

I'm going to have a

word with my wife.

Were you in jail?

No, Dusty, she wasn't in jail.

It's just a misunderstanding.

We figured it out.

What kind of misunderstanding?

Alex, it's not a problem.

It's all better now.

Uh, Agnes, where are you from?

A lot of places.

And it's Apple, not Agnes.

Hmm?

You can call me Apple, not Agnes.

Oh.

I thought you said it was Agnes,

but Apple is a beautiful name.

Apple? That's a funny name.

And Alex is a boy's name.

No, it's not. Yours is stupid.

- She smells, and she's weird, Mom...

- Dusty.

- And why does she have to stay with us?

- Shh.

Tom?

All right, you guys, time for bed.

Cece? Bath time.

Good night.

Oh, Honey, can you please wait?

I think maybe now

would be a good time

for us to have a

little talk together.

Why don't you stop

calling me honey?

Hey, Apple.

You're in my house.

Now, look, we want to help you,

but we don't know how to.

We're going to have to get in

touch with your social worker

or someone assigned to your case and

let them know that you're here.

When I was eight, I was

taken away from my mother

when she was arrested for drugs.

I was dropped off at

a mental hospital,

where they kept me in a

steel room all by myself

because I didn't fit in

with the other kids.

From there, I was put into

another temporary shelter.

Apple...

Every few months, I'd be

assigned some new case worker,

- and we'd start all over again.

- Apple, look...

By the time I was twelve,

I was in my tenth foster home.

Seemed like good people this time,

until the husband would

come into my room at night

and start touching me and

feeling all up on me.

I told my case worker, and

she got the police involved.

He told them that I

was making it all up,

because that's what troubled

kids do, and they believed him.

I was too scared to even

open up my own mouth.

I ran away and went

to find my mother

and tried to stay

with her for a while.

Things got real bad,

and I had to go.

In all that time,

that letter was the only

thing I ever got from you,

Now, I'm just asking

you for a little time,

because I am done being passed

off as someone's case number.

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