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She's lookin' at six months, mandatory.

We're holding the stepfather

on multiple parole violations.

Oh, I am so sorry

about all this, Vanessa.

- I can take over here now, Officer.

- Good luck, kid.

Yeah, right. Come on over

and ruin my life again real soon.

You don't have to be

so hard on the officer.

She just took my whole family

off to jail, okay?

I hate pigs so much,

Mrs. Sheets.

Come on, now.

Let's go gather up some of your things.

You're puttin' me in foster care

again, aren't you?

Honey, I'm willing to consider any

alternative you'd like to suggest, but...

My grandma would

be an alternative.

This is the first

I've heard of any grandma.

On my father's side.

My real father. See?

She'd take me in, most likely.

You don't sound too sure.

Actually, she don't

know about me yet.

That's not gonna do us

much good for tonight.

Why haven't you been

in touch with her before now?

Before I was born, there was this

bad blood between her and my mom,

and there must've been

some harsh words spoke...

because my mom threw this chemical

on her face that burned her skin a bit.

Lovely.

I tried gettin' her on the phone once,

but she ain't listed.

If I could get up to Stockton,

I know I'd find her.

- Just like that, huh?

- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

I know what I need.

Mrs. Sheets, could you come in here

and fold up my blanket?

- This one?

- Yeah, that one.

- What do you want with this old thing?

- My mama gave it to me.

What are you doing?

What...?

Oh, sh*t! Sorry.

Let me get you turned around.

Vanessa, this is not funny!

I'm not laughin', Mrs. Sheets.

Now, if you yell loud enough,

Mr. Wong will come and set you free.

He's the day manager.

I'll leave the keys on top of the TV.

Vanessa, you come back here!

Where the f*** are you, Chopper?

Chopper!

Chopper, we're f***ed.

We're totally f***ed.

Just after you left, the pigs came

and pinched Mom and Larry both.

Then my parole officer showed up

like the motherfuckin' plague

to take me off to foster care again,

just like last time.

So how did you get here?

I cuffed her ankle to the bed.

- That wasn't very smart, Vanessa.

- I know, I know.

I'm goin' up north, and unless you never

wanna see me again, you better get in.

I gotta be in court next week

for sentencing.

If I don't show, I'm gonna get

a year at Camp Gonzalez for sure.

I guess I'm on my own.

Where up north are you goin'?

My grandma's up in Stockton.

- You got any money?

- No.

Sell that when you get

where you're goin'.

It's from Spain.

I love you so much, Chopper.

I love you too, baby.

Oh, here.

Take this.

I gotta go.

Bye, Chopper,

my beloved boyfriend.

Pinche, mirate.

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