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I mean,

we can't just leave the house

That dad

expects to come back to.

Okay, well, baby,

what are our options?

Should we tell him

That we lost the house

while he's in Afghanistan,

Where he can do absolutely

nothing about it but worry?

Where are we gonna live?

[Sighs]

Well...

Until I get a job,

we'll have to stay with my dad.

What?

No, mom, he hates me.

He doesn't hate you.

He just-

he doesn't like the music

You and your dad listen to.

So just wear your headphones

while you're there.

It'll be fine.

I promise you,

it's just gonna be

For a short little while, okay?

[Sighs]

[Ignition turns over]

[Slow beeping]

[Dog barks distantly]

Hi, dad.

Mm.

I told you not to marry him,

didn't I?

Always thinking

he's better than us.

But have I ever

lost the roof over my head, hmm?

No, you haven't.

Mm.

That's not all coming inside.

I'll tell you that.

No, we'll store most of this

stuff at a friend's.

It's just for tonight.

Come on, baby.

Hey, Lisa.

Hey.

You can store some of that

stuff in here if you want.

I got room for you.

No, that's okay.

No, mom.

Let me carry this one.

He ain't wearing those kind

of clothes around here, Lisa.

This ain't

no jungle bunny ghetto.

You hear me?

I hear you.

[Sighs]

[Rooster crows]

Morning, mom.

[Sighs]

Morning, baby.

Do me a favor

and wear that today.

Why?

[Glass clinking]

Henry, baby, please.

I just want to keep the peace

while we're here, okay?

Mom, I can't wear this

to school.

I'm gonna get a beating.

Wow.

You've grown.

Mom!

Henry, it's not that bad.

Let me see your hem.

It's not that bad.

Anyway, you're much more likely

to get a beating

From your grandpa

from wearing those baggy pants.

I got to go.

What about breakfast?

No, thank you.

I'm late.

Ugh.

Henry.

Henry!

Henry,

you have to eat something.

[Sighs]

Hey, I'll eat it.

[Chuckles]

So...

You're sober now, huh?

Yeah.

A year and ten months.

Well, too bad.

'cause I got me some

of the finest local right here.

Oh, Clayton,

put that away, please.

You sure?

Just one little hit?

No. I have to go

to my meeting.

[Sighs]

Suit yourself.

- Honey, your backpack.

- Thanks, mom.

[Indistinct chatter]

I'll be damned.

Eminem turned into

Peewee Herman.

Look at his pants.

[Laughter]

Tell your mom to stop buying

crack and buy you some clothes.

And why don't you

tell your mom

to stop stuffing her face so she

can fit through the front door again?

Ooh-hoo.

- What'd you say?

- You heard me.

Hey!

Class.

After school.

[Sighs]

[Breathes deeply]

[Sighs]

My husband

is still in Afghanistan.

And we lost our house.

So...

We have to stay with my dad.

And this morning,

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