Lovely Molly Page #2

You know how I feel about this.

That's such a bullshit...|That's bullshit excuse.

That's a bullshit excuse.

Molly, what the f***|do you want me to do?

I don't know.|I want you to forget it.

I want you to just|forget it, you know.

Come on, Molly.|Get your sh*t together.

Maybe we shouldn't have|moved into this place.

that way, honey?

who wanted to move in here.

No, I know.

You know?

I was never alone here as a kid.

- Is everything locked up?|- No. Yeah, it's all locked up.

All right? I'm sorry, but...

- You're fine. You're fine.

Okay.

But I just want you|to come home.

- I know. I know.|- I just want you here.

- I'll be there tomorrow, babe. Okay?|- Yeah.

You know I love you.

I love you, too.

Talk to you tomorrow, okay?

Molly, you home?

Molly.

Molly?

Molly?

Molly.

Honey, what are you doing in here?

Baby, what are you...

What are you looking at? You're...

Honey, you're freezing.

Molly.

He's alive.

How you doing?

You feeling all right?

Want to see a doctor?

We don't have health insurance.

I mean, don't worry|about that, babe.

We'll just put it on the card,|figure out how to pay for it later.

What's going on, Molly?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

Are you using again?

- Did Hannah say that?|- I didn't talk to Hannah.

Are you using again?

I smoked a little pot|on my birthday.

That's it.

You know you shouldn't be|doing any of that stuff, babe.

I know. It was just one joint.

You're smarter than that.

When are you leaving again?

Monday.

A short one,|just a couple of days.

I'll be back Wednesday.

I can cancel if you want.

No.

Just go.

We need the money.

Who's alive?

What?

Yesterday when I found you|in the spare room,

you said, "He's alive."

Who's he?

I think this is going to be|good for us, babe.

It's been too long|since we've gone.

Yeah. It has.

Well, suddenly Tim|comes back into town,

and you don't return|my phone calls?

Yeah, I know.|I've just been out of it, you know?

You okay?|You feeling all right?

I mean, Hensley said you|called in sick the other day.

Yeah. I just, you know...

I've got some stuff to figure out.

Well, are you sure?

Yeah.

All right.|Well, look. I got to go.

Yeah, I got to go.|Let's hang out though.

I mean, Ryan's got to get Peter.

And I love you.|And I miss you. And I just want...

It's going to be all right,|Molls, all right?

I know.

Hey, babe, good morning.

I didn't want to wake you. I...

I made some eggs.|I made some bacon.

Babe.

Babe...

F***!

F***!

Goddamn!

Jesus.

Molly?

Molly!

Molly?

Ron?

You okay?

Yeah, I guess so.

You don't look so good.

Thank you, Ron.

Maybe you should go home.|You might be contagious.

I need the hours, Ron. Come on.

I mean...|I promise I won't cough on anyone.

Look, I'm not supposed to let you|work when you're sick, Molly.

It's not good for the customers|to see you like this.

Come on, Ron.

I'll work back here|if you want me to.

Seriously?

Yeah. Sure.

Just stay out of sight, okay?

Who's there?

Who is it?

Molly, Lovely Molly...

Something is wrong with me.

I'm feeling something.

Someone.

Someone that couldn't|possibly be here anymore.

I... I went through some things,

after my dad died.

And I saw some things...

Some things|that didn't make sense.

And no one...

No one believed me.

I'm going to|show people this time.

Show them all of it.

You did lay in my arms

Molly, lovely Molly

I'll return in the spring

When the angels

And the turtle doves

And the nightingale sing

No. No. No.

Please.|Please. Please. No. No. No.

Please, no.|Why? Why? No. No. No! No!

Not again! No!

Please, no! No!

Molly, hold on a minute.

Don't punch in.

I need to see you in my office.

Close the door.

Please, Ron,|can you just stop it now?

Please.

I'm sorry I had|to show you that, Molly.

I... I never thought|I'd see that kind of thing from you.

I mean, what the hell|were you doing?

Molly?

Well, f***, Mr. Hensley.|I don't know what to say.

- What?|- I mean, who was that man

that's f***ing the sh*t|out of me in the hallway?

Wait. Wait! What man?

How the hell would I know that,|Mr. Hensley?

Please keep your voice down.

I mean, one minute|I'm lugging trash down the hallway,

and the next minute?

Yeah, pulling down my pants|so this man can nail me from behind.

I mean, it's a goddamn mystery,|Mr. Hensley!

You're completely out of control.

- It's a goddamn mystery!|- You're going home.

- I have no idea!|- Go home!

Okay. I'm coming over.|We're going to talk

and figure all this out.

You don't have to do that.

Oh, I most certainly do.

Don't.

Molly, I'm not asking.

I don't want you to get hurt.

Why would I get hurt?

Molly, why would I get hurt?

Pastor Bobby|is coming over tonight.

Tim wants him to talk to me.

So, I'm in good hands.

You can stay out there|for a few more minutes.

Then you have to come in|and help for dinner, okay?

Okay!

You are a funny man,|Pastor Bobby.

Well, that's my gift.

Actually, not much of a preacher.|I don't think.

Always thought|my future lay in comedy.

What do you think?

I'd stick to preaching|if I were you.

Yeah. I heard that.

No, I didn't come here|to get drunk, Molly.

When was the last time|you got drunk, Pastor Bobby?

I mean, like sh*t-faced...|Sorry.

I mean, like really drunk.

Well, I don't think|that's appropriate.

Come on, Pastor Bobby.

Even Jesus drank a little wine.

Well, I was fairly tipsy|at your wedding, you'll recall.

Dancing with all the girls.

I remember, Pastor Bobby.

Yes.

But I mean like, stumbling home,

passed out on the lawn|kind of drunk.

Well, it would have been|a very long time ago,

before I was born-again.

You miss it?

Not really. No.

But I thought I was here|to talk about you.

Tim's worried about you, Molly.

I know.

He doesn't want you|to start using again.

I'm not.

And I'm not going to start.

Okay.

So what's up?

- What's up?|- Yeah.

I'm just trying to|deal with something.

What?

Something that I thought|I was done with in my life.

The drugs?

No.

Is it the death|of your parents?

Molly, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I know how painful|this is for you.

Grief this strong|can recur at any time.

And it must be|especially difficult

living here in this house|where you grew up together.

- I know how hard this is for you.|- He's not dead.

What?

What did you say?

You like my panties?

Tim got 'em for me for Christmas.

Santa Claus red.

- Molly, I'm so sorry...|- No need to apologize, Pastor Bobby.

You're still a man, aren't you?

I think that I had better be going.

Do you miss f***ing, Bobby?

Molly...

I mean, I always wondered|why you weren't married.

You're not gay, are you, Bobby?

No. I'm not.

So do you miss f***ing?

Do you miss the feeling|of being inside this?

Molly, what the f***?

Peter, go to your room! Go. Now.|Shut off the TV and go.

What the hell are you on?

He's here.|I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

Okay. Just calm down.

Okay. Calm down.

Get the f*** off me!|Get off me.

Okay, okay.

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