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.
- 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.
I'm happy for Tim.|Yeah. Who are you?
- 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 nervous?|- A little bit.
- It'll be all right.|- You look fine, man.
I just don't know what to do.
You know my dad.|He did this, like, four times.
I mean, how hard can it be?
- F*ck off. We got to go!|- All righty.
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.
Supposed to go around the front.
Are you fucking|kidding me right now?
Do you understand|how late we are?
Mr. And Mrs.|Tim and Molly Reynolds.
Ben and to Tammy
down on us right now,
start her new life
And God love you. Cheers.
opportunity to apologize to you
I may have let you down.
Go! Go! Go...
Where is it coming from?
Downstairs in the kitchen.
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.
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.
Okay, you stay.|You stay, I'll go check it out.
No! F*ck that. I'm going to|come with you if you're going.
Okay. Stay quiet.
Who's down there?
Who the f*ck is down there?
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?
- Can I come inside?|- Yes, please.
We... we think|we heard footsteps.
- F*ck.|- Oh, my God.
And you're sure this door was|locked when you went to bed?
Absolutely. I locked it myself.
Does anyone else|live in this house?
to be coming into this house|at this time of night?
- 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.
Yeah, we get calls like this|all the time.
A door or window|isn't locked completely,
slowly opens, alarm goes off.
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