Lovely Molly Page #2

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.

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.

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