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.

Oh, what a beautiful day. Beautiful day.

I take credit for it.

Give me the ideal definition of true love.

-Uh... -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?

-Fuck 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. Oh...

Okay, ladies, I was actually wrong.

We're supposed to go around the front.

Supposed to go around the front.

Are you fucking 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.

And here's to my brother Ben and to Tammy

who I know are looking down on us right now,

and watching their little girl start her new life

with her new husband. Congratulations, guys.

And God love you. Cheers.

Cheers.

I also want to take this opportunity to apologize to you

for any time that I may have let you down.

Go! Go! Go...

Three!

Fuck. Fuck.

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 fucking 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! Fuck that. I'm going to come with you if you're going.

Okay. Stay quiet.

Hello?

Hello?

Who's down there?

Who the fuck is down there?

Do not come up here unless you want to get your fucking 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 1 5 minutes ago in the back door.

-Can I come inside? -Yes, please.

We, uh... We think we heard footsteps.

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

Fuck. 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 fucking 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, uh... Listen, I'm sorry about this morning.

I, um...

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. Shit, I got to go. Hensley's on my ass.

Um, 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.

Fuck, I'm a mother.

I'm not. So hand it back.

You sure, Molls?

Shit. 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 shit.

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

Right.

Oh, man. What time is it? Shit.

Aw, shit.

I got to go, Molls.

Fuck...

-Hey, Hannah. -Hmm?

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.