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!

You think being dragged out

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.

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