It's like you wake up one day
and you're just here...
like a stone thrown
into this world.
But you don't know who threw it,
or which direction
it came from...
"Go back to Mississippi,"
you think.
Maybe there will be a miracle...
some way to begin again...
- All right, turn this side of your head.
- No.
Oh, look at how dirty that is.
Mm.
I wish it was true.
God, I wish it was true.
Mama?
Yeah, baby?
Are we in Mississippi yet?
Yeah, we are.
Can we stop walking now?
You said once we got to
Mississippi, we could stop walking.
Is that what I said?
We're gonna get
a place real soon, okay?
Now you got to go to sleep,
and you better dream about that
chocolate ice cream that you had.
- Mama?
- Yeah.
Tell me about Mississippi again.
Mm... okay.
Well...
Mississippi...
was your daddy's favorite place.
- Did you know that?
- No.
He was born and raised here,
and he swore he'd never leave.
He said that Mississippi
was the place of miracles.
You think he'll give us
our miracle?
Yeah, I do.
I think he's...
...out there, watching us...
making sure
that we're doing okay.
- I love you.
- Mm, I love you too, baby.
- Good night.
- You gotta go to sleep.
- Okay. Good night.
- Good night.
- What are you doing?
- Going back to my room.
Excuse me. I just wanna have
a conversation with you, ma'am.
Please don't disrespect me.
Thank you.
Now I'm guessing
you know it's not legal
to go in them trucks
and do them dirty things.
I didn't go in no truck.
Now I saw you coming
down off them steps.
Ned called us.
All right? He's tired of y'all
trashing up his parking lot.
See, this here
is a family establishment.
Well, I didn't do nothin', so...
- Y'all never do.
- What are you doin'... Hey!
I told you that I didn't
do... I didn't do anything!
- What're you doin'?!
I got a kid in there, okay?
- You can't do this.
- Shut your damn mouth!
- I got a kid in there!
- Shut your damn mouth!
- Hey... hey!
Hey. I have my daughter
in the room
and you can't leave her
in there, so...
- And I'm telling you the truth.
- Aw shucks.
See, I didn't leave her.
You did.
- Oh, stop crying.
Now you're not going to jail.
And if you were,
I'd have cuffed you already.
You just sit back and relax.
And if you're
a good little girl,
if you're quieter
than a little church mouse,
you might even get back to
your kid quicker than you think.
Now I know you know
I'm about to come back there.
A girl like you shouldn't mind.
- See?
I ain't gonna hurt you.
Maybe we could even be friends.
How about
a little mood lighting?
That better?
Take off them dirty shoes.
Good girl. Now the rest.
Now swing them legs over to me.
There you go.
If you wanna see
that motel room again...
you better goddamn behave.
I wouldn't worry about that.
We ain't done just yet.
- You hear me?!
Take it back off.
I thought that was
what you wanted.
Yeah, it was.
I did what you told me to do.
And you said that you would
take me back to my kid.
What do you think would happen
if that kid's momma got
picked up for prostitution,
kid left there alone
in that shitty motel room?
There's no food
or nothing in there either.
- Huh?
Hey, old boy.
Got us some new entertainment.
Well, why don't you come
on out and I'll show you?
Same spot. Y'all can both come.
Yeah.
Gon' be a party!
We're gonna have us
some company.
You want me to go out on
the hood and wait for 'em?