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(WIND WHISTLING SOFTLY)

(INSECTS TRILLING)

(BIRD SCREECHING IN DISTANCE)

(METALLIC CREAKING)

(AUDIOBOOK PLAYING
INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKER)

(OVER SPEAKERS) Your rod and
your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me...

(SIGHS)

...in the presence
of my enemies.

You anoint my head with oil.

My cup overflows.

Surely your goodness and
love will follow me...

(AUDIOBOOK CONTINUES
PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTS)

(OVER SPEAKERS) Your
rod and your staff,

they comfort me.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(WATER SPLASHING GENTLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS
PLACE BY BRITTANY HOWARD PLAYS)

♪ In this dirty old
part of the city

♪ Where the sun refused to shine

♪ People tell me there
ain't no use in tryin'

♪ Now, my girl, you're
so young and pretty

♪ And one thing I know is true

♪ You're gonna die
before your time is due

♪ I know it

♪ Watch my mama in bed a-dyin'

♪ Watch her hair been
turnin' gray, yeah

♪ She's been workin' and
slavin' her life away

♪ Yes, I know it

♪ Yeah

♪ She's been workin' so hard

♪ Yeah

♪ And I've been
workin', too, baby

♪ Yeah ♪ Every night and day

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ If it's the last
thing we ever do

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ 'Cause, girl,
there's a better life

♪ For me and you

♪ Now, my girl, you're
so young and pretty

♪ And one thing I
know is true, yeah

♪ You're gonna die
before your time is due

♪ I know it

♪ Watch my mama in bed a-dyin'

♪ Watch her hair been
a-turnin' gray, yeah

♪ She's been workin' and
slavin' her life away

♪ You know she's
been workin' so hard

♪ Yeah

♪ I've been workin', too, baby

♪ Yeah

♪ Every day, baby

♪ Yeah ♪ Oh...

♪ Oh, oh... ♪ Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ If it's the last
thing we ever do

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ Girl, there's a better
life for me and you

♪ Somehow I know it, baby

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ If it's the last
thing we ever do

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ 'Cause, girl, there's a
better life for me and you

(TIRES SCREECH)

♪ Believe me, baby ♪

(CRASHING)

(SONG ENDS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Hello?

Where?

Okay.

Yeah. Okay.

That was amazing.

Yeah, it was.

I got to go out.

Door will lock behind you.

(INSECTS TRILLING)

(INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER)

MARTY: Well, well.

Honey O'Donahue.

To what do we owe the honor?

Is this girl a client?

Medical examiner's
on his way out.

He's gonna render opinion
is she dead or not.

Uh, tell me what you think.

No.

Not dead?

Pretty fucked-up, though.

Not a client. Ah.

So, uh, what are you here
at a traffic fatality?

What are you?

What do I what?

Homicide detective at a
traffic fatality, how come?

Well, I'll tell you if
you tell me something.

Shoot.

Well, uh, you're unattached.

Uh, why won't you
see me socially?

This is social.

She's not a client.

And, Marty...

I like girls.

(SCOFFS)

Eh, you always say that.

(TRAFFIC PASSING)

SPIDER: Mr. Siegfried
doesn't have an appointment.

He's wondering if he could have
a brief interview right now.

HONEY: Yeah, sure.

And you can cancel
tomorrow's appointment

with Mia Novotny.

Should I charge her for
the canceled appointment?

She didn't cancel. She withdrew.

Tell you later.

Come on in, Mr. Siegfried.

(QUIET SQUEAKING)

COVID.

Okay.

It's still around.

I think my boyfriend
is seeing someone.

I'm sure he is.

How do you know?

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

Nobody ever comes
in here saying that

when everything's okay.

Want my opinion?

I'm a private investigator,
but on a first interview,

I do advice for the
lovelorn, and it's free.

Either ignore the
affair or bring it up

with your boyfriend
in a non hostile way.

Wine and flowers,
honest discussion.

Honest about each other's
needs, desires, so forth.

The one thing you
don't want to do is

pay me a hundred bucks an
hour to learn something

we both already know.

No, I have to know.

I'm saying you do know.

I need to know specifics:
who, where, when.

I need to be able to
rub it in his face.

Rub it in his
lying bastard face.

DIZZY: Honey, Honey,
Honey, Honey, Honey!

Hello, Dizzy.

Hi, Honey. You want
some mac and cheese?

Already had lunch.

This is dinner.

I'm fine. I brought
some grapefruits.

Oh, thanks, but the
kids won't eat 'em.

They won't eat anything
that isn't yellow.

They're yellow. LARRY
JR.: What the fuck?

HEIDI: The outside is
yellow. (DOOR SLAMS)

Honey, will you marry me?

I can't marry you, Dizzy.

You're not old enough.
Where's my charger?

Well, when I'm older,
will you marry me?

Not even then. There's
a law against it.

What's the law?

People can't marry their aunts.

That's bullshit! Why?

'Cause our kids would be
your sons and daughters,

but they'd also be your
nephews and nieces,

and it gets too confusing.

I could keep track of it.

But we can't break the law.

We can hide.

We can go live in the forest.

There isn't any forest.

Not a strip of shade between
here and Bakersfield.

Don't talk down where he lives.

I'm not. I'm just
saying there's no trees.

Heidi, do you ever
feed them fresh fruit?

I feed them what they'll eat.

Parenting is not rocket science.

I'll eat it, Honey.

Let me peel it for you.

Yes. Sorry. You take my
charger, you snotsnivel?

Nobody should tell
you how to parent.

HEIDI: Don't call
your brother that.

And say hello to your aunt.

My aunt? DIZZY: She meant "ant."

Shut up, snotsnivel.

Are you a mind reader?
Everyone, shut up.

I'm trying to sleep.

If you came home before
3:00 in the morning,

you could sleep at night.
CORINNE: You didn't.

Mom, what is this?
Say hello to Honey.

CORINNE: You didn't
wash the sheets!

I didn't have time. Mom.

Oh, God! Blood, blood, blood!

I didn't have time.
DIZZY: Oh, my God.

You can wash them. CORINNE: Me?

Yes, you, Corinne.

DIZZY: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What happened to Corinne?

She's menstruating, ding-dong.

HEIDI: It's just a condition.

DIZZY: A condition?
Oh, my God! (SCOFFS)

It's fine. Dizzy, every
woman menstruates.

Oh, my God. You don't
menstruate, do you, Honey?

(BABY FUSSING)

They excited about
their new brother?

They don't even notice the
siblings they already have.

And you want another
one? (HORN HONKS)

HEIDI: Don't tell
me how to parent.

If you think this
buys you the right...

It's just to help. (HORN HONKS)

MICKIE: Corinne!

I'm not telling
you how to parent.

I'm asking you how many
you're gonna parent.

CORINNE: Thank you, Nini.

Home by midnight.

CORINNE: I'm not
coming home tonight.

Hey, babe.

Don't say anything.

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)

I didn't.

(ENGINE REVS) (TIRES SQUEAL)

I haven't said a word
since we were kids.

(BIG RIG HORN BLASTING)
(RHYTHMIC THUMPING)

Yes, you are the light.

DREW: Uh-huh. Yes,
you are the light.

And hold it lower.

It-it won't... it
won't go lower.

Tip it lower. (SIGHS)

No. No. No.

The point is for me to
see your bosom jouncing

while we have fellowship.

Oh.

Yes, you are the light. (GRUNTS)

Yes. Tip it left.

My left or your left?

We're facing the same way!

Goddamn it. (KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I'm sorry, Reverend Drew.

You aren't being
very clear. (SIGHS)

Should I just... What?

Reverend.

I was driving up with a
shipment with Little Joey.

All of a sudden, he starts
frothing at the mouth

like a fucking rabid dog.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

Big Little Joey or Little Joey?

Uh, Junior. Little Joey.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

So, so, he's frothing
at the mouth like a...

like Mr. Bubble,

and all of a sudden, he stops
frothing and screaming, and...

anyway, he's, um... He's, um...

He's dead.

He's dead? He's dead.

(SIGHS)

And where is this? (SNIFFS)

In the cab of the truck. Yes.

Where's the truck,
Shuggie? Uh, uh, uh,

we were in Long Beach,
uh, thereabouts,

and, uh, I just
finished driving here.

Didn't know what else
to do, quite frankly.

Is he still dead?

Y-Yeah. Well, what do
you mean, Reverend?

I mean, I think he's still
dead. That's my guess.

That's not gonna
change. No, Reverend.

So why'd you have
to interrupt this?

What...

Oh, uh, sorry.

S-Sorry. I apologize, miss.

Should I come... No,
no, it's all right.

I'll come out.

(SOBBING) Joey.

Joey! Joey!

(WHIMPERING) Joey.

He's gone, Joey. No! No!

Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey!

Joey! Joey! Joey! Was
he using our matter?

Hmm? Did he O.D.?

BIG LITTLE JOEY: Joey!
SHUGGIE: Oh, yeah.

Yeah, O.D. (SOBBING CONTINUES)

Lot of snot and drool.

Did you know he was using?

Using our matter? Nah.

DREW: Because it was
not his matter to use.

It's the church's.
(SOBBING) Come on, Joey.

SHUGGIE: Yeah, of course.

This is God's punishment.

His will be done.

BIG LITTLE JOEY: (CRYING)
We're going home, Joey.

DREW: And if I
thought for one second

that you were using the
matter, doing it with him,

taking our matter,
our church's matter...

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

SHUGGIE: Nah, it's not
my style, Reverend.

The body's a temple.

You should see me
with a Shake Weight.

(GRUNTS)

What the hell is he doing?

(SOBBING)

He parked at the Walmart.

(BIG LITTLE JOEY
CONTINUES SOBBING)

(PIANO PLAYING MELANCHOLY TUNE)

Hello, Elle.

Gary around?

He says he is.

How are you doing, Honey?

Ain't seen you in a while.

Didn't go and get
sober, did you?

I wouldn't do that.

And don't.

First step on a slippery slope.

Stop drinking, start exercising,

have sex with men,

vote Republican. (TOILET
FLUSHES, DOOR OPENS)

Take it from me, Honey.

I've been there.

The lost years.

Honey O'Donahue, ain't
seen you in a minute.

Want a drink? Noon somewhere.

No, thanks.

What can you tell me about
this woman, Mia Novotny?

Oh.

Well, I was pretty angry at her

when she didn't show up
for her shift Tuesday,

so when I find out she's dead,
that's a pretty good excuse

for missing work,
so I'm the dope.

Uh-huh. Yeah, I'm a dick.

Mad at a poor dead woman.

People can always find a
way to put you in the wrong.

Yeah. Dead people.

The worst. Sure you
don't want nothing?

Do, but I can't right now.

She working here long?

Hardly nothing at all, a week.

Why? She owe you money?

No. I never even met her.

She called, said she
was afraid of something

the cops couldn't help her with.

We were supposed to meet
here today after her shift.

Yeah, well, you
can't help her now.

Yeah. Feel lousy.

She called for help.
I said I'd help.

ELLE: Couldn't have
helped her real problem:

taking curves too fast.

Uh-huh.

"Uh-huh" what? Cops
said it was an accident.

I don't know what to tell
you. Lived in Lamont.

About all I know.

You sleep with her?

Me? No.

Little too pleasant.

I don't like a positive person.

She smiled, you know?

ELLE: Nice ass, though.

Yeah. Give her that.

(ODD WAD WANKERS BY
MARGARET QUALLEY PLAYING)

♪ We were sailing to the sea

♪ We were sailing to the sea

♪ We were sailing to the sea

♪ We were sailing to the sea

♪ We were sailing to the sea

♪ We were sailing to the sea

♪ We are odd wad wankers

(OVER STEREO) ♪ Odd wad wankers

♪ Odd wad wankers,
odd wad wankers

♪ We are odd wad wankers... ♪

(SONG CONTINUES QUIETLY)

(SIGHS)

You know you don't have to
stay here when you come up.

You could stay at my place.

(FRENCH ACCENT) Mm... no.

♪ We were sailing
to the sea... ♪

Everything okay?

Oui.

But they aren't happy.

Les peuples.

Who's not happy?

Les peuples.

Oh, oh.

Well, uh, why not?

We're doing well.
We're all doing well.

They're getting their share.

'Cause they think we are
doing not so good, maybe.

We are going to be
doing more better

with someone else, maybe.

Someone who makes,
uh, fewer people dead.

Jesus Christ. That
wasn't my fault.

Dead people brings
police, et cetera.

They don't care about fault.

Someone happens to die in
some accident that has nothing

to do with our business,
that's not gonna ruin my day.

Haven't les peuples ever
heard of God's plan?

Hmm.

I do appreciate you
helping with this.

This means there won't
be any police, et cetera.

I will tell them,
uh, God's plan,

but I don't know.

They are French.

Very...

secular.

Honey O'Donahue.

To what do we owe the honor?

That woman in Antelope
Canyon. Dead one?

There was only one. Yeah.

And the coroner
confirmed she was PFD.

Huh? Pretty fucking dead.

Yeah, I remember you
didn't have an opinion.

Hey, what are you doing tonight?

Book club. Do you have
an address for her?

The dead girl? Yeah.

I like books.

What was the last
book you read, Marty?

(LINE RINGING)

Uh... yeah, what was the one?

Uh... MG: (OVER PHONE) Yeah.

Hey, MG, uh, will you
give Honey our address

on Novotny, the, uh, dead
girl in Antelope Canyon?

All right, thanks.

Hey, what's your connection?

You never said. No, I didn't.

Well, uh, MG's got the address.

Let me know if
you find anything.

Uh, she lived with her mother.

Her mother's a pain in the ass.

She won't tell you nothing.

It's a traffic fatality,
speeding on the curve.

I don't know why
you don't like me.

I'm a good guy.

(HIGH HEELS CLACKING)

Address you wanted.

Thanks, MG.

Anytime.

Honey, right?

I love those
click-clacking heels.

(QUIET CHATTER) (PIANO
PLAYING GENTLE MUSIC)

Cinnamon schnapps?

Got a date. Mm.

I don't want my breath smelling.

Uh, Mr. Colligan?

Yeah.

This is not the date.

(CHUCKLING) Believe me.

Uh, Mr. Colligan,
I got your order.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

Well? Can I have it?

Uh, you're supposed to pay.

And-and for the
last order, so...

Oh, fuck's sake.

I'll be right back.

Let's go outside and
discuss this, friend.

Look, I have a tab.

All right, this is
not a street deal.

Uh, I-I know nothing about that.

I'm supposed to get
money, and they said that,

for the last order,
you didn't pay, so...

What are you, the
accounting department?

(SCOFFS) Listen to me.

I have a date. This
is for a party.

I'm busy. Can I
please have the order?

Uh, y-you're supposed to pay.

Hello! Do you speak English?

I don't have the money on me.

Okay.

I think that we can
figure this out.

Just let me have it, and I'll
pay you the next time I order.

For right now, I'll
suck your cock.

Just to make it right.

Okay?

Motherfuck...

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS WEAKLY)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(THUD) (GASPS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(WHIMPERS)

(TIRES SQUEALING) (WHIMPERS)

(TREMBLING BREATHS)

(DIALING PHONE)

(LINE RINGING)

(ADULT DIVERSION BY
ALVVAYS PLAYING OVER RADIO)

♪ How do I get close to you

♪ Even if you don't
notice as I... ♪

(SONG STOPS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

RAY: Ask if it's collection.

They got to say if
it's collection.

It's a woman.

RAY: They can be women.

I'm not collecting anything,
and I don't want your money.

Your daughter called me the
day before she passed away.

You don't know why she
might have called me?

Hell no.

She don't know.

Ma'am?

I really don't.

I mean, who calls a
private detective?

Somebody got a cheating
spouse or what?

I-I don't know.

Mia didn't have no
spouse and no steady.

I don't know.

I truly don't.

Detective... That's
the craziest thing.

Someone from this family
calling a detective?

That's like calling
the cable company

when you ain't got any
cable. (CAT'S BELL JINGLING)

Why on earth would
you do such a thing?

Told you, she don't know.

(DOOR CREAKING)

MRS. NOVOTNY: She read
them self-help books.

I think it was that car.

She was a good driver.

I think it was a malfunction.

She just brought it
in for a malfunction.

Just brought it in.

Had to leave it at the shop
and ride the bus into town.

We do not ride the bus.

We are not cheap
Christmas trash.

We are homeowners.

You ride the bus, Ray?

Hell no. I drive.

We drive.

We do not ride the bus.

(CAT'S BELL JINGLING)

Well, they tell her it's
fixed and give it back to her,

but you know your mechanic
will take advantage of you.

That's widely known.

That was from her
church in town.

I don't know which
one she went to.

She never wore
that in the house.

Them, neither.

But action ungoverned is not
action in service of the Lord.

(CONGREGATION
MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)

Action must connect
to submission.

And submission is not passive.

And action is not unbridled.

Only when we submit vigorously

to the will of God
do we serve him.

CONGREGATION: Amen!

We submit, and yet we act.

(CONGREGATION
MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)

We act, and yet we submit.

Even to the desire of the body

do we submit actively
and so serve the Lord.

(CONGREGATION
MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)

Now, you all know what a
piece of macaroni does.

(CONGREGATION
MURMURING, CHUCKLING)

What does a piece
of macaroni do?

CONGREGATION: Nothing!

It just sits there!

And is that macaroni
serving the Lord?

CONGREGATION: No!

We are not macaroni.

We serve the temple
through action.

We serve the temple
through submission.

We do not serve the temple by
sitting there like macaroni.

(CONGREGATION
MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)

Now, you all know who
the Pharisees were.

(CONGREGATION
MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)

Pharisees were high and mighty.

So they thought.
(MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)

They knew the law right
down to the letter,

and that made them holy.

So they thought.

They knew right.
They prayed right.

But did they act right?
CONGREGATION: No!

And what does that make them?

CONGREGATION: Macaroni!

The Pharisees were macaroni.

Action. (QUIET MURMURING)

Duty.

Passion! CONGREGATION: Yes.

Submission! Yes!

Those are the Four Ways!

Those are the only Four Ways!

And in serving our
temple, doing our duty...

Yes! ...we serve the Lord.

And we serve his minister.
(ENTHUSIASTIC MURMURING)

And there is no higher service!

(CONGREGATION CHEERING)

DREW: But he's such a nice boy.

What did he say happened?

Well, I think the guy he
was sent to collect from

made some kind of, um...

Penis move.

A penis move?

Some move that was
against Hector's, um...

His, uh... His code of machismo.

Okay.

Couldn't really get a
description out of him.

He was, uh, very upset.

Upset? Yeah.

Well, I guess he was

if the guy is all gunked
up in his tire treads.

We cleaned his tires.
Cleaned his whole car.

Yes, I know, but
that doesn't make

the dead guy go away. No, yeah.

Yeah, most of him... Most of him
was still in the parking lot.

Well, the French are
not gonna like this.

The-the French?
Don't worry about it.

It's above your pay grade.

I mean, I have to
worry about it.

Believe me.

But, Reverend, you
don't know anyone

will connect Hector to it.

So no one saw
Hector and the guy?

Only the bartender.

Okay. (SIGHS)

Well...

Now we got to kill him.

(GRUNTS)

Uh, okay. Wow.

Okay. Well, I'll, um... (SNIFFS)

I'll find out where he lives.

You don't know where he lives?

How would I know where he lives?

Hector?

W-We're talking about Hector?

Who the fuck do you think
we're talking about?

The bartender.

Why the fuck would we
kill the bartender?

He saw Hector.

And he's talked to the police.

That ship has sailed, dingbat.

(SIGHS)

Hey, it's too bad.

I liked Hector.

HECTOR: Abuela! Si?

HECTOR: Abuela.

(SPEAKING SPANISH) Have you seen
my robe? I'm going to church.

It's hanging, I just washed it.

I need to iron it.

I'll go get it.

No, I'll get it.

I'll get it, relax.

It's a woman's work.

But you work too much.

I love you.

I love you too.

Sit down, I'll be right back.

He never listens.
It's woman's work.

I love him so much.

He'll be the death of me.

(SIGHS, CONTINUES
SPEAKING SPANISH)

(WIND WHISTLING SOFTLY)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(RUSTLING, CREAKING)

(BIRD SQUAWKING IN DISTANCE)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(SNIFFS)

Abuela!

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

Abuela!

Abuela. Abuela.

(GASPING BREATHS)

(GRUNTS) Oh, sorry, mate.

It's not my idea.
I just work here.

(GRUNTING FIERCELY)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GURGLING)

(YELLS)

(BREATHING WEAKLY)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY, WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING) Abuela!

(MAN SOBBING)

I'm so sorry for your loss.

(BUZZING)

Seems you were right.

The bartender said your
partner had a date.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

Though it wasn't
with his assailant.

Your appointment
with the Gramercys?

Oh, yes.

And they don't know who did it?

No, not yet.

And they don't know...
You don't know who his...

Who his... His date was with?

To be honest, I hadn't
started working on it.

(MR. SIEGFRIED SOBS)

I don't think there's any point

in pursuing that now,
is there, Mr. Siegfried?

I don't know. I don't know.

I mean, I-I-I don't know.

I think it's best if we
let sleeping dogs lie.

I'll let you know if
there's any progress

on the police investigation
of your partner's passing.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

Perhaps you have a friend or...

a clergyman who can
help you grieve?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS)

I could make you a,
you know, database.

Computers.

Thanks. I've got a system.

Can you get me a
number for MG Falcone?

I don't have her.

Call the precinct.
Personal number.

You ever just go
home and read a book?

Number.

(INDISTINCT SPORTSCAST
PLAYING OVER TV)

(HIGH HEELS CLACKING)

HONEY: How was your day?

Tequila and... Just tequila.

Uh, the usual.

Listening to people
complain, waiting for 5:00.

Yours?

Slow.

Not much doing at work.

Had a cheating spouse case,
but the spouse got killed.

Case before that, client died.

The woman in Antelope Canyon?

Yeah.

No more client, why
go to her house?

Nothing else to do.

You don't have hobbies?

You mean like...

step dancing? Yeah.

Do you?

Have a hobby?

Yeah. Yeah.

What do you do?

What do I do?

I knit.

You knit?

Yeah.

Right now I'm...

I'm knitting the periodic
table of the elements.

To hang on the wall.

'Cause sometimes you forget one.

You want a reference.

That's right. On the wall.

That's right.

(SETS GLASS ON BAR)

On the wall's not
knitting, though.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

That's crochet.

Crochet is...

a kind of knitting.

No, actually...

crochet is crochet.

(HEAVY, SHUDDERING BREATHS)

I love first date stuff.

Turn-ons, turn-offs.

Your trip to Cancun.

Come here a lot?

No. You? BARTENDER: Ladies?

Another?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

No, we're ready to
get out of here.

Before we get arrested.

For getting to know each other?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Okay.

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

(MOANING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I couldn't go home, Honey.

You know Mom would
just freak out

and say, "I told you so."

She hates Mickie so much.

Yeah, sucks when your
parents are right.

Doesn't happen much.

CORINNE: Yeah, but I don't
need to hear it from her.

Your boyfriend beats you up and
I'm not gonna tell your mother?

No, I... Y-Yes.

You know, she's just in
my shit so much already.

She isn't in your shit enough.

She just yells at me, Honey.

I mean, look at me.

I need support right
now. I don't need that.

Please, Honey, why
does Mom have to know?

You know she's just gonna
yell and call the cops.

Cops already know.

MG's a cop, Corinne.

They don't all look
like Tom of Finland.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God. (STAMMERING)

We don't have to make
it official, do we?

Mickie doesn't mean
anything by it.

He-he loves me. He just...

You know, he gets
in these moods.

Your face didn't get pushed
in by a mood, honey doll.

Suit yourself.

I got to get dressed.

Sweetie?

I should tell your
mother, but I won't

if you promise not to
see that creep again.

Yeah, no, I won't.
Of course, I won't.

MG: She's lying. No, I'm not!

SPIDER: She put up a fight?

Just the right amount.

What's this? Mia's
robe you asked about.

That's who buys it around here.

Four-Way Temple?

That's their address.

Seen their sign.
"God's love is free."

You like free love,
don't you, boss?

Not with God I don't.
I'm not a pervert.

Allegedly.

DREW: Active submission.

Not macaroni.

(GRUNTS)

(MOANING) Cara, you're going
to slide back towards me

and submit yourself
actively to my mouth.

Brandi, stay with her.

Don't lose the sacred
contact, and through me...

(HECTOR YELLS)
(BRANDI AND CARA GASP)

You killed my abuela!
You killed my...

Hector, not in the sacristy.

G-Get away, miss!
Get away! Get away!

(CARA AND BRANDI SCREAMING)

I-I'm sorry, sorry, miss.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Hector, think about
what you're doing!

These women have
done nothing to you!

Get away, miss. Get away.

Now, Hector, think about it.

They're just like your abuela.

Don't you talk about my abuela!

I will kill you
a thousand times!

(PANTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(CARA AND BRANDI WHIMPERING)

(WHIMPERING, SOBBING)

Big help you were.

He's still there.

So what?

He's been there for three
hours with one cup of coffee.

Who comes to Wiener
Heaven for a coffee?

He's, like, homeless.

And creepy.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

Welcome to Wiener Heaven.
May I take your order?

MAN: (OVER SPEAKER)
Uh, give me a...

A what? Uh, a second.

Give me a second. I'm, uh...

I'm looking at the, uh...

Yeah, I-I'll have the, uh...

Take your time, sir.

Is he still there?

Quit asking. Just look.

He's just homeless.
He isn't creepy.

MAN: (OVER SPEAKER) Okay,
I'll have the, uh...

I'll have the combo.

Which combo, sir?

The wiener combo?

They're all wiener combos, sir.

DREW: What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck does she want?

To talk to you,
is what she said.

(SIGHS) About what?

Should I tell her
to fuck off? No.

No. You don't tell
people to fuck off.

That's above your pay grade.

I tell people to fuck off.

You want to run the church?

People would love that.

Love to hear your fucking
sermons, Pork Chop.

Love to hear your
thoughts on divinity.

Are you kidding me?

Know who you are!
Know who you are!

Okay, boss. (DREW SIGHS)

So, should I...

You should shut the
fuck up while I think.

Okay, boss.

She's kind of hot, boss.

DREW: Mia?

That's what it is?

That's what what is?

Your interest.

I wondered what
could possibly bring

a private investigator
to our little church.

Well, it's Mia Novotny.

Did you know her personally?
Private investigator.

(CHUCKLES) And so attractive.

Did you know her personally?

Have dealings with her?

Mia? Uh, pastoral
dealings, sure.

We're a large congregation
but not that large.

I consider all my
dealings personal.

Uh-huh.

But I am puzzled, miss.

Ma'am. Ms.?

Just don't call me
late for dinner.

(DREW LAUGHS) Puzzled why?

Uh, well, because it was a,
uh... a traffic fatality.

It's a tragic thing, it's
a terrible thing, but, uh,

why is a private
investigator looking into it?

Who says I am looking
into her death?

Isn't that what private
investigators do?

On TV, maybe. What can
you tell me about her?

Are you... Do you drink?

Heavily. It's a point of pride.

What can you tell
me about her...

Should you and I discuss
this over a drink?

No. This is business.

What can you tell me
about... After business.

Tuesdays I dry out. What
can you tell me about her?

Are you aware of any
trouble she was in?

Today is Wednesday.

Today is Tuesday.

It is Tuesday.

Can you help me, sir?

Are you aware of any
trouble she was in?

Uh, Mia was, uh, in the
same trouble we're all in.

She was lost.

She was seeking.
She was seeking?

I'm not really after
that kind of information.

Well, you're
talking to a priest.

An unusual priest.

Not so unusual.

I have a calling.

I help people.

Between drinks?

Judge not, Miss O'Donahue.

(CHUCKLES)

You're fascinating.

And you haven't even seen the
riddle tattooed on my ass.

This sex thing of yours, does
it interfere with your calling?

Does yours?

No. I keep the sex
and the work separate.

Well, my work is spiritual.

It involves the whole person.

Does it involve undressing
the whole person?

I've seen the women's wardrobe,

and it seems very
different from the men's.

Women everywhere have
wardrobe different from men's.

Now, I thought we were
talking about Mia.

Now, I liked her.

She was a beautiful girl.

I like people.

I can tell that you don't.

I help people, Miss O'Donahue.

I see a need, and I fill it.

You see a need,
and you exploit it.

You don't know that.

I see a need in you.

A need to judge.

I see you judging me right
now, and that's okay.

I forgive you.

It's your way of
shutting me out.

I could help you
with that, you know.

Help you open
yourself up to people.

Why not open yourself
up, see what happens?

You got nothing to
lose but your fears.

Thanks.

I'll stick with my dildo.

It helps me open myself, and it
doesn't have a creep attached.

(INSECTS TRILLING)
(TRAFFIC PASSING)

You got it? Yeah, I'll lock up.

See you tomorrow. See ya.

(RATTLING)

(MOANING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHS)

HONEY: Did you see heaven?

(DRAWER OPENS)

I saw at least Palmdale.

(LIGHTER FLICKS, IGNITES)

Next time, we'll
get you to Merced.

(EXHALES)

I don't usually do all
that till the third date.

(DRAWER CLOSES)

I don't usually get
to a third date.

Next time, we're off the map.

Sorry, I might have left
some lipstick down there.

It's okay.

It's the only place I wear it.

I had a partner once.

Lasted a couple months, but...

I had to end it 'cause
after sex she'd weep.

Yeah, I've had that.

Why do they weep?

I never asked her.

I knew whatever she
said would piss me off.

Guess they want the
whole smorgasbord.

And you only want the one thing.

My father used to...

hit me for my table manners.

Well, he hit me all the time.

Always trying to...

Beat something into me.

He a cop, too?

Military.

(SIGHS) Same shit.

War hero.

How'd he deal with the
whole lesbian thing?

He never had to.

Bought it overseas,
being a hero.

It would not have
gone over well.

Yours?

Same.

Not sympathetic.

He's still around,
though, somewhere,

looking for other people
to fuck up, I'm sure.

Let's do it again.

Don't worry, I'll leave after.

(I TOLD YOU SO BY
KINDRED PLAYING QUIETLY)

♪ Some people like to talk about

♪ Their changes

♪ Some people like to
leave it left unsaid

♪ Every time I'm with
you, it's contagious... ♪

(SONG FADES)

Hey!

I love you.

(MUSIC PLAYS BRIEFLY)

You know I could
make you coffee.

Assistants do that.

We don't begrudge
General Yum his living.

We all share this little mall.

Gee, I feel bad.

Start buying bear claws.

How'd it go?

The guy is a creep.

Maybe just a creep,
maybe more than a creep.

I wouldn't be surprised
if this girl Mia called me

because of the church.

But who knows?

(PHONE RINGING)

Ah-ah-ah. Stop it. My job.

You sit and figure
shit out. O'Donahue.

HEIDI: (OVER PHONE) Spider,
do you know if Corinne...

Is Honey around? Sure, Heidi.

Right here.

What's up? HEIDI: Hey, Honey.

Have you heard from
Corinne? I'm worried.

Have I heard today? No.

They called from work.
She didn't show up.

She doesn't answer her phone.
(BABY FUSSING OVER PHONE)

When did she leave? What?

For work. She didn't from here.

She wasn't home last night.
She must have been at Mickie's.

Goddamn it.

She promised me she wouldn't
see that creep again.

I'll go over there
and talk to her...

HEIDI: Promised you? When?

I... I saw her.

She and Mickie had
a fight. I'm sorry.

I should've told you I saw her.

What? Why did she go to you?

She... I don't know.

I'm sure she just didn't
want to get yelled at, Heidi.

(WHISPERS) What are
you looking for?

HEIDI: How could
you do that, Honey?

You're not her mother.

Sorry, Heidi. Now I
don't know where she is.

I-I... I'll take care of this.

HEIDI: Why would you do that?

HONEY: Corinne here?

No. Who are you?

I'm her aunt. Fuck!

(SIGHS) Just making sure.

How about you get back
in your fucking car...

(GRUNTS) What the fuck?

Who are you? I told you.

Concerned relative. Aunt.

When's the last
time you saw her?

Fuck you, you cunt. (GROANS)

Not cunt.

Aunt. A-U-N-T.

Every time you
make me say "aunt,"

I'm gonna break something.

(BONE CRACKS) (GROANS)

When's the last
time you saw her?

Two days. I haven't
seen her in two days.

Haven't seen her
since you beat her up?

Yes. No!

(GRUNTS)

Goddamn it.

Why do you assholes
always have guns?

(SNIFFS, GRUNTS)

(PANTING) (BANGING OUTSIDE)

(BANGING CONTINUES)

Damn it.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(KNOCKING)

I just got back. She
hadn't been there.

She told me she wouldn't
go back to Mickie's,

and I should've believed her.

Got to know who people are.

Hang on.

I love you.

No, it's not her.

I'll call you back.

(SOFT CLINKING)

(CLEARS THROAT) I just
want things to be different

between us now.

So you don't want
to beat me anymore?

I never wanted to beat you.

Oh. My mistake.

Me, Heidi and Mom,
we all thought

you were trying to hit us.

Look, I-I'm... I'm sorry, Honey.

Okay? I-I-I... I wasn't
ready to be a father

or a husband, but I am now.

I've done a lot
of work on myself.

Little late. Mom's dead.

Well, yeah, but I-I
can still be a father.

A-And a grandfather.

I-I... you know, I tried
talking to-to Karen,

and-and she... Who's Karen?

Well, Heidi's... Corinne?

Corinne. Yes.

When'd you see her?

Last night.

Where? What did
she say? Nothing.

(CHUCKLES) She
didn't say anything.

She just turned and
ran when she saw me.

I mean, why would
she run away from me?

I don't know, Dad.

Sometimes kids are
suspicious of old men

who look like sex offenders.

I never touched you that way.

I said you look
like a sex offender.

Why wouldn't she talk to me?

Why won't you?
Where'd you see her?

(SIGHS)

At her work,

and then after, at
the... at the bus stop.

And, uh, she just looked at
me and ran when she saw me.

I mean, all I wanted
to do was talk.

All I want to do is talk to you.

Why are you so hard?

Training. Oh, Honey.

You're just hitting me back.

And-and that's
not right, either.

You know...

you're gonna feel
bad when I'm dead

if-if... If you
leave it like this.

You're gonna feel so
sad when-when I'm...

When I'm dead if you don't...

If you don't let me
connect with you.

You're just gonna feel
bad when I'm dead.

(SOBBING) You're gonna feel
so bad when I'm dead, Honey.

You're already dead.

Hasn't anyone told you?

(IN THE SUN SHE LIES BY
MARGARET QUALLEY PLAYING)

♪ My town, my city,
the sun's so high

♪ It's where I was born

♪ It's where I will die

♪ She's half in
shadow morning time

♪ All afternoon

♪ In the sun she lies

♪ My town, my city,
the sun's so high

♪ It's where I was born

♪ It's where I will die

♪ She's half in
shadow morning time

♪ All afternoon

♪ In the sun she lies ♪

(SONG FADES)

(DOOR OPENS) BUS DRIVER:
Getting on, lady?

You don't like this one?

They're all pretty
much the same.

SPIDER: He called an hour ago.

He asked for your
cell. HONEY: Oh, God.

You didn't give it to him.
SPIDER: Of course not.

But he said it was
about Mia Novotny.

Make me a coffee, will you?

A coffee?

What about General Yum?

Fuck General Yum.

Okay, so now I'm confused.

(LINE RINGING)

MARTY: (OVER PHONE)
Marty Metakawitch.

Hi, Marty. Honey O'Donahue.

Oh, hey, doll. Uh, uh, look,
can I call you right back?

What's your cell?

Yeah, call me at the office.

Why can't I have your
cell? Don't have one.

I carry around a bag of
quarters for the pay phone.

You said you had something on
the girl in Antelope Canyon?

Yeah, all right, be that way.

Yeah, we got the
coroner's report in.

Uh-huh. And?

And, well, first of all, he
agrees that this girl is dead.

I remember you weren't
totally sold on that.

Uh-huh. And second?

All right, well, you remember
how tore up she was, right?

It turns out that some
of the lacerations are...

"not consistent with car crash."

What does that mean?

Well, she got stabbed
and stuffed in the car,

I guess. I know what it means,

but what does it mean?

I don't know. I'm
not a deep thinker.

But I will tell you we had

another stabbing
homicide yesterday.

A woman?

Elderly woman. Double homicide.

Well, other victim
wasn't just stabbed,

his head was all
squashed to shit

but he had I.D. on him.

Some guy who works for a
church, if you can believe it.

Four-Way Church?

Yeah. How'd you know?

I'm a detective.

Yeah, well, so am
I, but I actually

had to make a phone
call to figure that out.

Hey, you know what?

Maybe we should get together
and we'll-we'll compare notes,

we'll talk about
detective things.

Uh, what are you doing tonight?

Book club.

That was three days
ago. We meet a lot.

Tough book. Dostoyevsky.

I do appreciate
it, though, Marty.

You're my favorite... man.

Ah, Christ, I mean,
well, maybe we could...

(LINE CLICKS) Yeah, she hung up.

SPIDER: Non-Yum coffee.

If I don't know
what I'm thinking...

Do you?

Do I know what you're
thinking? (INHALES DEEPLY)

Quite possibly.

We're all 8 Balls
on my mother's side.

So, this girl Mia...

I never met her, but
I can picture her.

A little lost, a little
confused, a little fucked-up.

Like Corinne.

No. Corinne has more balls.

But there's this
guy that picks on

the ones with less confidence.

The sad ones. Easy pickings.

That creep at the church?

Your niece goes there?

No.

I mean, I wouldn't
have thought so.

But if you've been attacked,

feel vulnerable, they can't
relate to you at home...

Where do you go?

This church is
sending out signals:

"Come here, come
here, come here."

Maybe you've been hit
enough times, you go there.

Maybe.

Or maybe you go to a bar.

Yeah, or maybe
you go to the mall

or the movies or a roller rink.

(SIGHS) Still, maybe.

(MOANING, BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oui.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Okay. Okay, now.

Oh, make love to me now.

Stupid American way.

Stupid American? Like
missionary position?

Yes! (SPEAKS FRENCH)

I'm burning like a...

A... How do you say?

Fire? Shut up!

Stupid American.

Do it. Do the business.

(GRUNTING, MOANING)

(LAUGHS) Oui.

That was amazing.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Best sex ever.

Hot woman, knows what she wants.

(BOOT ZIPPING)

So, what made you
change your mind?

About me, about us,

you know, doing it?

I thought you should
be able to come...

One last time.

We won't do it again?

You will not.

The French, they are not happy.

Oh.

(GUNSHOT)

(DOORKNOB JIGGLING)

(DOORKNOB JIGGLING)
(DISTANT DOOR OPENS)

(DISTANT DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

Suspicious activity?
Suspicious activity.

You haven't described
any suspicious activity.

The gunshot.

Well, that's a noise.

And a noise is not an activity.

Someone firing the gun
would be an activity.

If someone fired a gun and
it wasn't a car backfiring.

A car backfiring? That is right.

When's the last time you
heard a car backfiring?

What does that have
to do with anything?

A car backfiring isn't
a real thing anymore.

I didn't realize it was
a thing people still said

until you said it.
Well, all right.

Well, I'm old-school.

Maybe you should acknowledge
what century it is.

This from somebody
who uses pay phones?

I don't use pay phones.
(LAUGHING) Oh, really? Okay.

Marty, okay, I'm trying
to scratch your back here.

Remember how I'm supposed
to scratch your back?

Oh, I remember. You
find out what kind

of hanky-panky is
going on in this place,

it's a feather in your cap.

(SIGHS) I bust into a
house of God for no reason,

it ain't a feather in my cap.

It's my ass in a sling.

What do you care anyway?
Why were you there?

My niece is missing.

File a report.

What does she have to
do with the church?

I'm not sure.

You're not building a very
strong case, Honey O'Donahue.

Fine. Forget about it, Marty.

I tried to help you.

MG, any way that you
could get me a...

Can I help you?

No. Sorry, I was
looking for MG Falcone.

She asked me to cover her shift.

Guess she partied last night.

Something I could do?

No, thanks.

'Cause she's the one
cop who might help me.

SPIDER: (OVER PHONE) Okay,
well, city registry says

that's her address.
HONEY: Okay, good work.

SPIDER: Well, why
didn't you have it?

HONEY: Never been there and
she isn't answering her phone.

Thanks. I'm almost there.

(BUS AIR BRAKES HISSING)

(WIND CHIMES TINKLING SOFTLY)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(WATER DRIPPING)

(CREAKING)

(CHIMES TINKLING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

MG?

BIRD: (SQUAWKS) Mary
Grace. Mary Grace.

(BIRD CONTINUES SQUAWKING)

BIRD: Want a cup of tea?

(DOOR OPENS)

It was open. Uh, maybe I
shouldn't have come in.

I rang.

I was in the basement.
I didn't hear.

I had to find this.
Cupboard door needs a plane.

I see you found my yearbook.

Those are always funny, huh?

Yeah.

What you never want
your date to see. Sorry.

Quit apologizing.

Why didn't you call?

I did. Phone's off.

MG: Is it?

Ah, yeah.

Oh, you called a couple times.

It's my niece. (HAMMERING)

She's missing.

I was hoping maybe you could
help somehow unofficially.

I know this is
crazy, but she works

at that hot dog place on Irvine.

Uh-huh? And her bus
stop to go home,

she would've been
there around the time

that you were coming home.

You didn't see her?

No.

Something wrong?

I was wondering the same thing.

It's a little awkward, isn't it?

You come to my place.

I tried to call.
No, it isn't that.

I know how this place looks.

MG, you don't have to...

It's old.

It's the house I grew up in.

My mother died when I was a kid,

and I told you, my father, so...

With what I make,
I could've either

rented a closet
somewhere or stayed here.

I don't care. It
doesn't define me.

Listen to me.

MG, I don't write
for Elle Decor.

Who cares? So you say.

But you were a little
squirrelly when I walked in.

Sorry. I... Exactly.
Sorry, sorry!

(BIRD SQUAWKS) (MG SCOFFS)

You think someone's hot,

everything about them's
exciting, and then...

Second or third date,
they open their mouth,

say something lame and...

"Whoa. Where'd that come from?"

"I don't know this
person at all."

"How could I have fucked her?"

Pussy remorse.

It's pretty hard to get
rid of once it gets you.

(CHUCKLES) "Who the
fuck would live here?"

No. Yes.

I know what I see.

Pussy remorse.

Little too much
Bakersfield here?

Little too real?

And I'm a duchess?

I'm from here, too.

(KETTLE HISSING SOFTLY)

You want a cup of tea?

(SQUAWKING)

(KETTLE WHISTLING) HONEY: No.

Had company?

(WHISTLING GROWING LOUDER)

Yeah, I had company.

A sad-ass!

Anyone who wants to be a victim
should get what they want.

They're part of the problem.

Anyone who lets her
boyfriend beat her up.

(GROANING) (BIRD SQUAWKING)

That church girl, Mia,

just like your niece. (SQUAWKS)

Women who go to that church
are nothing but victims.

That place advertises
for victims.

"Come here. Come here.

Let me fuck you.
Let me beat you."

That's what she went
for, submission, Honey.

She wanted a beating.
She let it happen.

Did you let your
father beat you?

Yeah.

But then I didn't, finally.

I stood up.

Decided to do something.

That's a butter knife, Honey.

(KETTLE CONTINUES WHISTLING)

(KNIFE CLANGS ON FLOOR)

This was my dad's.

Wasn't really a war hero.

He died standing
right where you are.

Stab wounds.

A lot of stab wounds.

Then I put him in
the car, lit it up.

Fire cooked him all the way.

(LOUD WHISTLING, BUBBLING)

This place is a firetrap.

No sprinklers, not up to code.

Old and sad, isn't
it, girlfriend?

They won't look for stab
wounds on you, either!

(KNIFE SQUISHES) (GROANS)

(SIZZLING)

(BOTH GROANING)

(SIZZLING) (SCREAMING)

(STRAINING) (MG
CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(KNIFE CLINKS ON FLOOR)

(GRUNTING) (BIRD
CONTINUES SQUAWKING)

You're not part of
the solution, Honey.

You're a good fuck, but you're
not doing shit socially.

You think they're
gonna look for bullets

in a skeleton in the ashes?

In you or your fucking niece?

Victims!

(GUNSHOT)

(BODY THUDS)

(WIND CHIMES TINKLING SOFTLY)

Corinne!

(GROANING SOFTLY)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)

Corinne!

Corinne!

(SQUAWKING CONTINUES)

(BIRD THUDS AGAINST WINDOW)

(SQUAWKING CONTINUES)

(THUDS AGAINST WINDOW)

(BIRD THUDS ON FLOOR)
(SQUAWKING STOPS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(SIREN WAILING) (RATTLING)

(RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)

DIZZY: (DISTORTED) Honey?

Honey? Honey?

CORINNE: Mom called your office
and found out where you were,

and we were both there.

That was weird.

DIZZY: Aunt Honey?

Are you menstruating?

(HIGH HEELS CLACKING)

(CLAPPING)

Honey O'Donahue, to what
do we owe the honor?

Thought you might be able to
tell me about the cold cases.

Well, we only found
the two hookers so far.

Might be all there is.

Sex workers.

The sex hookers. Yeah.

You found one in Palmdale?

And another in Lancaster.

Year and a half ago,
and two and a half ago.

Stabbings.

We showed MG's picture around.

People who knew these
girls had seen her.

Mm, mm.

And your gal in Antelope Canyon,

that makes three stabbings.

And MG's father.

Well, 15-year-old
ashes, who knows?

Mm, MG says she did
it, we'll believe her.

Honest cop.

Hey, Honey.

You get the Cap in a Brainpan
Award for that head shot.

I mean, right in the
fucking forehead,

nothing but net. Thank you.

I practice in the bathtub.
I know you're kidding me,

but I'm serious, that
was a hell of a shot.

Sitting position,
stabbed, gushing blood.

(SIGHS, STAMMERS)

What are you doing
tonight, Honey?

You know, I-I hope this hasn't

put you off the
entire department.

I don't know why you can't get
it through your head, Marty.

I like girls.

(MARTY LAUGHING)

You always say that.

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(RADIO CLICKS ON)

(OVER RADIO) ♪ I
dream that someday

♪ I'd find (ENGINE REVVING)

♪ Someone like you

(SEARCHING (FOR SOMEONE LIKE
YOU) BY KITTY WELL S PLAYING)

♪ Other loves have come my way

♪ But they were not for me

♪ Tell me that
you're here to stay

♪ Don't ever set me free... ♪

Where are you going?

Airport.

Plane to catch.

What's your name?

They call me Chere.

Chere?

That's like Honey.

More or less.

(SONG ENDS)

What time is your flight?

(HONEY DON'T BY WANDA
JACKSON PLAYING)

♪ Well, I love you, baby,
and you ought to know

♪ I like the way that
you wear your clothes

♪ Everything about you
is so doggone sweet

♪ You've got a way to
knock me off of my feet

♪ So uh-uh

♪ No, honey, don't

♪ Well, honey, don't

♪ Uh, honey, don't

♪ No, honey, don't

♪ Hey, honey, don't

♪ Yeah, say you
will when you won't

♪ Uh-uh, honey, don't

♪ Now, sometimes I love
you on a Saturday night

♪ But Sunday morning
you don't look right

♪ You've been out
a-painting the town

♪ Uh-huh, baby been
sleeping around

♪ So uh-uh

♪ No, honey, don't

♪ Well, honey, don't

♪ Bop, bop, bop, bop

♪ Honey, don't

♪ Bop, bop, bop, bop

♪ Honey, don't

♪ Bop, bop, bop, bop

♪ Honey, don't

♪ Bop, bop, bop, bop

♪ Say you will when you won't

♪ Uh-uh, honey, don't ♪

(SONG ENDS)

(MY LITTLE BLACK STAR BY
MARGARET QUALLEY PLAYING)

♪ Oh, my baby

♪ Is like a little black star

♪ She's just like her daddy

♪ Way yonder and far

♪ She's just like her daddy

♪ Way yonder and far

♪ Gonna tell my Jesus

♪ About my little black star

♪ Gonna tell my Jesus

♪ Just where she are

♪ Gonna tell my Jesus

♪ All about my star

♪ Down in that swamp

♪ Those mean old
alligators fight

♪ They fight all day

♪ They fight all night

♪ Gonna tell my Jesus

♪ How those gators fight

♪ Now, don't you worry

♪ My little honey black star

♪ No gator's going

♪ To get my little black star

♪ When I get to heaven

♪ Thank Jesus for
my little black star

♪ She's just like her daddy

♪ Way yonder and far

♪ She's just like her daddy

♪ Yonder and far ♪

(SONG FADES)

(CLAPPING)

(QUIET CHATTER)