Lovely Molly

Whatever happened, it wasn't me.

Whatever it's done, I'm...

I'm not in control anymore.

It won't let me do it.

I'm hungry.

- Hi, you're Pastor Bobby, right?|- Yes, ma'am.

- Hi.|- It's a pleasure to see you.

What a beautiful day.|Beautiful day.

I take credit for it.

Give me the ideal|definition of true love.

That, man.

Yup.

I'm happy for Tim.|Yeah. Who are you?

- I'm his great uncle.|- His great uncle?

- Yeah. Yeah.|- Why are you so great?

Hi, Aunt Molly.|I'm glad you're getting married.

Do you like Tim?

He's okay. He's not the best.

I feel like I did at my prom.

So no hemorrhoid cream|this time?

You swore you would take that|to the grave, you bastard.

- You nervous?|- A little bit.

- It'll be all right.|- You look fine, man.

I just don't know what to do.

You repeat after Bobby,|Pastor Bobby.

You know my dad.|He did this, like, four times.

I mean, how hard can it be?

- F*** off. We got to go!|- All righty.

Don't you know that it is bad luck|to film the bride before the wedding?

We got to go to the back.

- What?|- That way.

That's not what we did|in the rehearsal.

- What?|- Are you sure?

That's what I was told.

Sweet baby Jesus, look at that.

Okay, ladies, I was actually wrong.

We're supposed to|go around the front.

Supposed to go around the front.

Are you f***ing|kidding me right now?

Do you understand|how late we are?

And in health will you honor him|and be faithful to him?

I will.

Mr. And Mrs.|Tim and Molly Reynolds.

Ben and to Tammy

down on us right now,

start her new life

Congratulations, guys.

And God love you. Cheers.

Cheers.

opportunity to apologize to you

I may have let you down.

Go! Go! Go...

Three!

F***. F***.

Where is it coming from?

- Which sensor is it?|- I don't know.

Downstairs in the kitchen.

Hello?

Oh, hi. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's back door,|downstairs in the kitchen.

Yeah. Don't know.|We don't know.

Yeah, yeah. Just hold on.|Should they call the cops?

I don't f***ing know.|I don't know.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.|Just go ahead and call them.

We'll be here.

Stay close to me.

- Okay. Yeah. No problem.|- Okay.

Okay.

I'm going to go check it out.

It's probably just a bad sensor|or something. It's fine.

- Well...|- No. I'm just going to go downstairs.

I don't think it's anything.

No. Maybe we should just stay|in the room until the cops come.

Okay, you stay.|You stay, I'll go check it out.

No! F*** that. I'm going to|come with you if you're going.

Okay. Stay quiet.

Hello?

Hello?

Who's down there?

Who the f*** is down there?

Do not come up here unless you want|to get your f***ing head blown off!

I've got a shotgun!

It's okay. It's okay.

We'll just stay here|until the cops come.

- Hi.|- You got an alarm go off?

Yeah. About 15 minutes ago|in the back door.

- Can I come inside?|- Yes, please.

We... we think|we heard footsteps.

- Where's the back door?|- Right through here.

- F***.|- Oh, my God.

And you're sure this door was|locked when you went to bed?

Absolutely. I locked it myself.

Because there's no sign|of forced entry here.

I swear to God I locked the door.

Does anyone else|live in this house?

No. - Any reason at all|for anyone you know

to be coming into this house|at this time of night?

No. Nobody.

Okay, I'm going to do|a sweep of the house.

I think it's probably best|if you two wait in one room.

- Where were you when I got here?|- Upstairs, in the bedroom.

Okay. Go on up, lock the door.|I'll come get you when I'm done.

I'm done.

Yeah, we get calls like this|all the time.

A door or window|isn't locked completely,

slowly opens, alarm goes off.

I mean, I guess|that's what happened.

I'm sorry I made you|come all the way out here.

No problem. How long|have you guys been out here?

About three months or so.

It was her parents' place.

Yeah, I was out here|when your father died.

Yeah, we just had the alarm|put in about a month ago.

I'm a truck driver,|so I'm gone a lot.

That's smart.

You two try to get some sleep.|Goodnight.

Thanks, officer.

Thanks for coming out.

I know I locked that f***ing door.

Molly, I'm sorry. Okay?|I'm sorry.

What do you want me to do?

It's my birthday tomorrow, Tim.

I just wanted|to spend it with you.

Look, I'll make it up to you|when I get back. Okay?

We'll do...|we'll do a whole thing.

I'll take you out to dinner.

We can have|Hannah and Pete over.

You know?

Hey.

I'm leaving.

Happy birthday.

Hey, Timmy...|Listen, I'm sorry about this morning.

I...

I know you're working hard for us,|and I appreciate it.

I really do. You know,|it's just that sometimes,

I'm all alone in that house. And...

Listen, I love you, baby.

- And...|- Hey, Molly.

Hensley wants to see you|in the break room now.

Okay. Sh*t, I got to go.|Hensley's on my ass.

I love you.|And I love the earrings.

Please drive safe. Okay.

Happy birthday!

You thought I forgot, didn't you?

Yeah.

Come on, it's my birthday.

It's been a while.

- Well, I hope it has.|- Yeah.

No, wait! Molly, don't.|Give it back.

You shouldn't do it.|Give that back.

I knew I shouldn't have|done this. I shouldn't...

This is terrible.

F***, I'm a mother.

I'm not. So hand it back.

You sure, Molls?

Sh*t. I'm so bad for you.

- No.|- Yeah.

No. Actually you're great for me.

You've always been there.

Oh, babe, I can't believe|you moved back into this house.

We should've sold it|when dad died.

Too bad it ain't worth sh*t.

And I can't believe we're|smoking weed in mom's kitchen.

Right.

Oh, man. What time is it? Sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

I got to go, Molls.

F***...

Hey, Hannah.

Do you remember the week|before she died,

she kept having us bring her|flowers in from outside?

She wanted to get out|of this place so badly.

Happy birthday, babe.

- I love you.|- I love you.

- Kiss Pete for me.|- I will. I will.

Molly...

Look, it's probably just|some neighborhood kids.

This house has been|vacant for so long.

Kids used to hang here|all the time.

They'll stop coming|around after a while.

Right.

I'm going to do a house|to house up here in the morning

to give parents a heads up|on what's happening, okay?

That usually takes care|of things like this.

Okay.

You gonna be all right,|Mrs. Reynolds?

Did you know my father|before he died?

Yeah.

Not personally,|but we came out here a few times.

I don't remember any of that.

Probably a good thing.

I just don't understand|why you wouldn't

come and stay with me and Peter.|He would love it.

Yeah. But you know I can't do that|every single Tim leaves, you know?

You know I'd be over|at your house every single week.

What do you mean every single week?|Just this one time.

Yeah, I know. I just...

I'm not sleeping, that's all.

- Are you pregnant?|- No. I'm not pregnant.

You better tell me if you are.

Do you have anymore...|weed that you think you could spot me?

- I don't have any.|- What?

Frank is out of town.

You don't have any more?

What the f***|do you want me to do?

You really want to use that|as an excuse to me?

Yeah. Especially to you.

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