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*ck 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 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.

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*ck. F*ck.

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! F*ck that. I'm going to|come with you if you're going.

Okay. Stay quiet.

Hello?

Hello?

Who's down there?

Who the f*ck 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 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*ck.|- 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.

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