Lovely Molly Page #5

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.

He follows me.

He follows me everywhere.

Who, Molly?

You know who. You know!

Okay. Molly, I want to help you.

I am here to help you.

But you have to tell me|what is going on. Please.

Is it the same as last time, Molly?

Molly...

Molly...

I can't do this again, Hannah.

I can't.

Don't put me away again, Hannah.

Please.

Molly!

Molly!

F***...

I checked all the vents,

the cellar, the attic,|all the rooms.

It's just horrible.

It was like something died|in the house.

I haven't smelled anything.

How you been feeling?

Okay.

You sleeping much?

No. Not at all.

I really think you should see|Dr. Dean, Molly.

Maybe he can give you|something to help you sleep.

I'll make an appointment|for you tomorrow, okay?

He says everyone|will abandon me again.

Molly?

I loved you so much.

We both loved you so much.

You're lying.|Hannah could never do that.

Never.

I don't believe you.

You would never have done|those things if you cared for me.

I know what you are, really.

No.

I'm not scared.

Not anymore.

What?

Tim?

Tim?

Baby, what...

Baby, the f***ing smell...

You two never met.

This is Tim, my husband.

Tim, this is my father, Ben.

You don't see him?

It's okay.

You don't see him?

It's okay. Come on.|It's okay. It's okay.

I knew you wouldn't|show yourself to him.

You're nothing|but a f***ing coward!

Yeah, show yourself.

Show yourself to him.

Come to bed.

Just f***ing once!|Do something.

You f***ing animal.

Show yourself to someone|other than me!

Come on!

I'm not crazy, Tim.|I'm not crazy.

You have to believe me.

I know, baby. I know.

No one believed me before.|You have to believe me.

I do. I do.

He's f***ing with me.|Leave me alone!

Quit f***ing with me!

You need to stop, Tim.

What?

That's what he said.

That you need to stop.

She's fine, physically, Tim.

But otherwise she seems healthy.

to run the usual tests,

they'll come back just fine.

something to help her sleep.

she takes them tonight.

And what if the pills|don't work?

These will put her down, Tim.|I can guarantee you that.

No. But I mean,|what if she keeps going on

with all this stuff about|her father and all that?

Well, at that point, I'd recommend|a psychiatric consultation.

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