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Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me...

...in the presence of my enemies.

You anoint my head with oil.

My cup overflows.

Surely your goodness and love will follow me...

Your rod and your staff,

they comfort me.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Believe me, baby. ♪

Hello?

Where?

Okay.

Yeah. Okay.

That was amazing.

Yeah, it was.

I got to go out.

Door will lock behind you.

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.

Eh, you always say that.

Mr. Siegfried doesn't have an appointment.

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

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.

COVID.

Okay.

It's still around.

I think my boyfriend is seeing someone.

I'm sure he is.

How do you know?

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.

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. -What the fuck?

The outside is yellow.

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.

Don't call your brother that.

And say hello to your aunt.

-My aunt? -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. -You didn't.

-Mom, what is this? -Say hello to Honey.

You didn't wash the sheets!

-I didn't have time. -Mom.

Oh, God! Blood, blood, blood!

-I didn't have time. -Oh, my God.

-You can wash them. -Me?

Yes, you, Corinne.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What happened to Corinne?

She's menstruating, ding-dong.

It's just a condition.

A condition? Oh, my God!

It's fine. Dizzy, every woman menstruates.

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

They excited about their new brother?

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

And you want another one?

Don't tell me how to parent.

If you think this buys you the right...

It's just to help.

Corinne!

I'm not telling you how to parent.

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

Thank you, Nini.

Home by midnight.

I'm not coming home tonight.

Hey, babe.

Don't say anything.

I didn't.

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

Yes, you are the light.

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

And hold it lower.

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

Tip it lower.

No. No. No.

The point is for me to see your bosom jouncing

while we have fellowship.

Oh.

Yes, you are the light.

-Yes. -Tip it left.

My left or your left?

We're facing the same way!

Goddamn it.

I'm sorry, Reverend Drew.

You aren't being very clear.

-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.

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.

And where is this?

-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.

Joey.

Joey! Joey!

Joey.

-He's gone, Joey. -No! No!

Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey!

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

-Hmm? -Did he O.D.?

-Joey! -Oh, yeah.

Yeah, O.D.

Lot of snot and drool.

Did you know he was using?

-Using our matter? -Nah.

Because it was not his matter to use.

-It's the church's. -Come on, Joey.

Yeah, of course.

This is God's punishment.

His will be done.

We're going home, Joey.

And if I thought for one second

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

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

Nah, it's not my style, Reverend.

The body's a temple.

You should see me with a Shake Weight.

What the hell is he doing?

He parked at the Walmart.

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.

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.

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?

Nice ass, though.

Yeah. Give her that.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Odd wad wankers ♪

♪ Odd wad wankers, odd wad wankers ♪

♪ We are odd wad wankers... ♪

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

You could stay at my place.

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?

Uh... yeah, what was the one?

-Uh... -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.

Address you wanted.

Thanks, MG.

Anytime.

Honey, right?

I love those click-clacking heels.

Cinnamon schnapps?

-Got a date. -Mm.

I don't want my breath smelling.

Uh, Mr. Colligan?

Yeah.

This is not the date.

Believe me.

Uh, Mr. Colligan, I got your order.

Thank you.

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?

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...

♪ How do I get close to you ♪

♪ Even if you don't notice as I... ♪

Ask if it's collection.

They got to say if it's collection.

It's a woman.

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.

Why on earth would you do such a thing?

Told you-- she don't know.

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.

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.

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.

Amen!

We submit, and yet we act.

We act, and yet we submit.

Even to the desire of the body

do we submit actively and so serve the Lord.

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

What does a piece of macaroni do?

Nothing!

It just sits there!

And is that macaroni serving the Lord?

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.

Now, you all know who the Pharisees were.

Pharisees were high and mighty.

So they thought.

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? -No!

And what does that make them?

Macaroni!

The Pharisees were macaroni.

Action.

Duty.

-Passion! -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.

And there is no higher service!

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.

Well...

now we got to kill him.

Uh, okay. Wow.

Okay. Well, I'll, um...

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.

Hey, it's too bad.

I liked Hector.

-¡Abuela! -¿Sí?

Abuela.

¡Abuela!

¡Abuela!

Abuela. Abuela.

Oh, sorry, mate.

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

¡Abuela!

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Seems you were right.

The bartender said your partner had a date.

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.

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.

Perhaps you have a friend or...

a clergyman who can help you grieve?

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.

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.

On the wall's not knitting, though.

That's crochet.

Crochet is...

a kind of knitting.

No, actually...

crochet is crochet.

I love first date stuff.

Turn-ons, turn-offs.

Your trip to Cancún.

Come here a lot?

-No. You? -Ladies?

Another?

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

Before we get arrested.

For getting to know each other?

Okay.

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.

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.

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.

-She's lying. -No, I'm not!

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.

Active submission.

Not macaroni.

--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...

You killed my abuela! You killed my...

Hector, not in the sacristy.

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

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!

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.

Welcome to Wiener Heaven. May I take your order?

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.

Okay, I'll have the, uh...

I'll have the combo.

Which combo, sir?

The wiener combo?

They're all wiener combos, sir.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck does she want?

To talk to you, is what she said.

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.

So, should I...

You should shut the fuck up while I think.

Okay, boss.

She's kind of hot, boss.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

-See you tomorrow. -See ya.

Did you see heaven?

I saw at least Palmdale.

Next time, we'll get you to Merced.

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

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.

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.

♪ 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... ♪

Hey!

I love you.

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?

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

You sit and figure shit out. O'Donahue.

Spider, do you know if Corinne...

-Is Honey around? -Sure, Heidi.

Right here.

-What's up? -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.

-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...

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.

What are you looking for?

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.

Why would you do that?

Corinne here?

No. Who are you?

-I'm her aunt. -Fuck!

Just making sure.

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

What the fuck?

-Who are you? -I told you.

Concerned relative. Aunt.

When's the last time you saw her?

Fuck you, you cunt.

Not cunt.

Aunt. A-U-N-T.

Every time you make me say "aunt,"

I'm gonna break something.

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!

Goddamn it.

Why do you assholes always have guns?

Damn it.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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

You're already dead.

Hasn't anyone told you?

♪ 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. ♪

Getting on, lady?

You don't like this one?

They're all pretty much the same.

He called an hour ago.

-He asked for your cell. -Oh, God.

-You didn't give it to him. -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.

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...

Yeah, she hung up.

Non-Yum coffee.

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

do you?

Do I know what you're thinking?

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.

Still, maybe.

Oui.

Okay. Okay, now.

Oh, make love to me now.

Stupid American way.

Stupid American? Like missionary position?

Yes!

I'm burning like a...

-A... -How do you say?

-Fire? -Shut up!

Stupid American.

Do it. Do the business.

Oui.

That was amazing.

Best sex ever.

Hot woman, knows what she wants.

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.

-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. -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.

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.

Okay, well, city registry says

-that's her address. -Okay, good work.

Well, why didn't you have it?

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

Thanks. I'm almost there.

MG?

Mary Grace. Mary Grace.

Want a cup of tea?

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.

Is it?

Ah, yeah.

Oh, you called a couple times.

It's my niece.

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!

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.

"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.

You want a cup of tea?

No.

Had company?

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.

That church girl, Mia,

just like your niece.

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.

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.

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!

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!

Corinne!

Corinne!

Corinne!

Honey?

Honey? Honey?

Mom called your office and found out where you were,

and we were both there.

That was weird.

Aunt Honey?

Are you menstruating?

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.

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.

You always say that.

♪ I dream that someday ♪

♪ I'd find

♪ Someone like you ♪

♪ 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 Chère.

Chère?

That's like Honey.

More or less.

What time is your flight?

♪ 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. ♪

♪ 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. ♪