If you know Chad Allen’s “Donald Strachey,” then you might recognize something familiar in this story—a mystery reminiscent of "Nancy Drew"—as “Honey” (Margaret Qualley) investigates some killings. Fortunately, the police are willing to help, sharing what little they have with the cheerfully flirtatious “Marty” (Charlie Day), and even more so with “MG” (Aubrey Plaza), who runs the records department. The events seem to revolve around the fervent sermons of “Rev. Drew” (Chris Evans, always managing to find a convenient towel!), and when her headstrong niece disappears as well, “Honey” finds herself facing a challenge. Could these occurrences be related? It’s perhaps more worthwhile to question why anyone would even care. The whole thing feels unoriginal, and the presence of some same-sex relationships doesn't make it any more captivating as a murder story. The conversations are dull, there are an excessive number of scenes showing “Honey” walking around in her expensive pantsuits, and while it’s somewhat unusual to see Evans participating in a bit of leather-themed activity, that doesn’t compensate for the plot being both weak and uninspired. In fact, the most memorable moment comes when the young drug dealer “Hector” (Jacnier) reacts with considerable imagination to a customer who had a different understanding of what payment for services entailed. It's unremarkable television—lacking even a worthwhile musical score—and the title itself provides a hint as to what’s in store.

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