All language subtitles for Honey Don´t.eng(1)

(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 nonhostile 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)

(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)