All language subtitles for The.Blackening.2023.2160p.hoetinkhof79

Daniel, daniel cool!

I love a good fire. Mmm.

Let's get this place set.

Ooh, this can
go right here.

Well, y'all
gonna have to go,

just for the weekend, though.

Cheers to us.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Shawn?

Yo, stop playing.

- I got a gun!
- God damn it.

Hey, yo...
That's too DMX.
What are you doing?

Baby, is that you?

-Damn, Morgan!
-Nigga!

See, I knew
I shouldn't have got you

the Muay Thai class
for Christmas.

You "strong" strong.
You strong with a C.

But why the hell
didn't you say something?

Damn, you almost made me
spill my wine.

So, you almost
break your man nose,

but, "Oh, no, my wine?"

Baby, we are all alone
in a cabin in the woods.

Until the others get here,
you got to announce yourself.

-You asking for too much.
-Am I?

I'll touch your penis later.

- Deal.
- So predictable.

Okay, okay, but you gotta
check out this room.

-This shit is wild.
-How wild?

-Come on.
-Oh, you like it sick. Okay.

Follow me.

Follow the leader, huh?

Yeah.

Stop playing.

Is it Blade's house?
Where's Wesley?

I want to talk to Wesley.

If it is, you know what they
pay you for. Wait, hold up.

I know I left this door open.

-Uh-uh.
I'mma go get my sage.
-Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

Come on, come on,
come on, now. We good.

Listen, I won't play.

I watched a whole entire
Dateline episode

with this psycho brother
and sister

who kept
their incest-bred kids

hidden under the stairs
of their Airbnb.

Also, that wasn't Dateline,

that was just the plot
from the movie

People Under the Stairs.

You might be right.

Oh.

Kinda fucked myself up,
but here you go.

-You okay?
-Enter my port of doom.

-Wow.
-Come on, come, come.

Did you know this house
was gonna have

this cool ass game room?

No, I did not.

But that's not why
I brought you in here.

You gotta check this out.

-The Blackening.
Seriously?
-Yup.

Whoa!

What in
the Jim Crow fuck, right?

Uh-uh.
This is hella disturbing.

Why the hell is this
in this house?

This was not in
any of the reviews,
but guess what?

It's about to be.

I don't know but
as soon as I get a signal,

I'm fittin' to cancel
their asses immediately.

Yo, AirDrop me all of that.

I got you.
Say, "Cheese," motherfucker.

-Baby, this is wild.
-Yeah.

How do you even
play this game?

-Like, what are the rules?
-You tryna play?

I mean, I'm
a little curious.
Aren't you?

I can't even get you
to play Spades but
you all over Sambo.

Oh. At least Sambo
don't renege.

Nigga, if you say
you don't have hearts,
guess what?

You shouldn't have hearts.

Pick a card.

At least we know it's working.

Shit probably runs on racism.

Now, that is one battery

-that ain't dying no time soon.
-That's a sober comment

- right there, baby.
-Pick a card!

Okay, nigga, calm down.
I just did.

Yeah, and you better
watch how you talking
to my lady, okay?

-Okay.
-What you got?

"You are a Black character
in a horror movie.

"Prove that
you can stay alive.

"Name one Black character
that survived a horror movie.

"You must answer correctly,
or you die." What the hell?

So this is just
an aggressively-themed
trivia game.

Hold up, were there even
niggas in horror movies

-when this game was created?
-Baby, you're thinking
too much about this,

all right?
I know the answer.

It is Jada Pinkett,
Omar Epps, Scream 2.

Boom, Sambo.

Them niggas
was the first to die.

What are you talking about?

I honestly think
that the studio didn't have

the budget to keep 'em
the whole movie.

- Mmm-hmm.
- That's why they had
to die first.

All right, let's see
what we got here.

-We got game pieces.
-Mmm-hmm.

Wait a minute.

Don't this look like
my earring?

Let me see.

Yeah, like,
it's the same but different.

Your time has run out.

You did not answer correctly.

But hold up.
How the hell
does a game know

if we answer correctly
or not?

It don't. Watch this.
You watching us, Sambo?

Well, yes, I am.
It's time to die.

Fuck!

I can't see.
Where are you?

Baby? Baby? Keep talking.

Morgan, baby, follow my voice.
Follow my voice. I'm over here.

Okay, you got me. You got me.
Come on, come on, come on.

Okay, okay.
You got me.
You got me.

I'm so scared.

Listen.

Is that...

Is that breathing?

Wait. Let me get my phone.
Let me get my phone.

Okay. Got it.

-Okay.
-Okay.

Okay.

Hello?

Shawn?

Shawn?

Shawn?

Run, nigga.

Hey!

Peekaboo, I see you.

Time to die!
Time to die! Time to die!

Time to die!

Hey, guys!

Listen, I cannot wait
to see you guys.

Oh, remember,
when you turn on Valley Lane,

it's gonna feel like
you've gone too far

because you in the woods.

But just keep coming.

Shawn almost got us
lost earlier.

Man, no I didn't, Morgan.

- Don't tell 'em that.
- Anyway,

I got the games ready.
Time to get it cracking!

-Oh, shit.
-God damn.

This whole reunion
about to crack,

and you know
Morgan ain't playing

when it comes to
the party planning.

Okay, because we about
to turn it all the way up.

-I got some shrooms, molly.
-Oh, that sounds good.

Ooh, and I got some
nice herb in the back.

I don't even care.
We got the whole crew
back, okay?

Got all eight of us.
We did that, y'all.

Pause, pause, pause.
Eight? What do you mean eight?

I know seven.
Who all gon' be there?

Bitch,
you didn't tell him that
Nnamdi was coming?

I was going to.

- Really?
- Hell no!

I knew it.
By the way,

- I like this haircut on you.
- Thanks, girl.

Hello, bitches.
I see y'all exchanging looks.

What are y'all
shady asses hiding?

-Nothing.
-Nothing.

Matter of fact,
y'all are hiding someone.

Again, answer my question,
who all gon' be there?

Who cares who's going?

It's been 10 years
since we all hung out.

We came to have fun.

Yes, please.

We need some reckless,
unadulterated fun.

We all desperately need it,

-especially you, Dewayne.
-Especially you.

Okay, you ain't gotta
say it like that.

But, yes,
you are right.

I do need fun,
and I am very excited
to see everybody.

As long as
Nnamdi's not there.

He not gonna be there, right?

Yes, it's that good shit.

No, they don't.

Rap Snack?

Okay, Chainsaw
Massacre man,
I see you.

Hey. Stranger danger.

-Sorry.
-Shanika?

Carlton?

-Clifton.
-Clifton. Yes!

Oh, my God,
what you doing out here
in the middle of nowhere?

Oh, come on.
Aren't you here
for the reunion?

Yeah, yes,
the reunion.

Yes, I am.

Wow.

Anyhoo, I was actually
on my way to the soiree,

but I forgot
my phone charger,

and then
my phone died.

It's not the end
of the world. It's okay.
It's fine, right?

But then my Hyundai
died up the road.

-Your what?
-Hyundai died up the road.

And I get here,
they don't even
have my charger.

They have iPhone,
I have Android.

-Damn. I'm sorry,
that does suck.
-It does.

-Not the car, the Android.
-You're funny.

We all know Androids
have the superior
operating systems.

Wrong!

That's wrong.
But it's okay.

I'm gonna help
yo ass get gas
despite your opinions.

Come on. Let's go.

And why do you
got so much damn
toilet paper?

You have so many
Rap Snacks.
That's a lot of salt.

Okay, is it just me

or is this giving
Texas Chainsaw Massacre?

I don't know,
I never seen that film.

White people scare me.

-But your daddy is White.
-Exactly.

And, girl, that's why
every single time
he gets mad,

I'm like, "Oh, Lord,
here it comes:
murder-suicide."

You know I'm serious.

Oh, God!

No!

Oh, my God, really, bitch?
A cabin in the woods?

It's technically a house.

I think it's cute.

But she got money.

We could have went to,
like, a five-star resort.

You're
wasting your time.

Just
answer the question

-so I can find out...
-What seems to be
the problem?

I'm trying to explain
to him that I'm staying here
for the week,

I just didn't
have the code, but...

-Who are you?
-Are you a cop?

I'm a park ranger,
and your friend here
is trespassing.

No, he's not.

See? Right here.

All of our names are listed.

We have the home
for the weekend.

-Told you.
-And here is my license.

Excuse me.

Normally, the Conners
only rent to...

White people?

-Families.
-White families.

Mmm.

You all have a wonderful stay.

"You have a wonderful time."
He sounds like my dad.

Ew. I didn't know
park rangers have guns.
That is unsettling.

Well, that was
completely unnecessary.

Don't even trip. Can't let
the ignorance of his prejudice
disrupt our inner peace.

-What?
-Okay, Gandhi.

So when did you get
all namaste, King?

Is this the same King
we went to college with?

Of course it is.

What is this sensitive energy?

Where are Shawn and Morgan at?

They texted me.
They probably just went out.

They'll be back soon.

Anyway,
happy Juneteenth, niggas!

-Happy Juneteenth!
-Happy Juneteenth!

Happy Juneteenth,
Ranger White!

Aye!

- Whose car is this?
- Hey, yo!

It's... I'm gonna go
get my bag.

Brother Nnamdi.

Sister Allison Tubman.

Good to see you.

Sister.

-What's up?
-Hey.

'Sup.

I gotta go get my bag.

So, what's up,
y'all ready to party?

Yup.

Sorry.

I should have told you
that Nnamdi and I are
friends again.

Yeah, you should have.

But honestly, at this point,
it is what it is.

But friends. I'm confused,
when did that happen?

Because last time I checked,

that was the nigga
that cheated on you
again, and again.

I'm over that.
College was a long time ago.

People can grow, Dewayne.

Are you saying
I haven't grown?

Look, Nnamdi and I
are just friends,
so you can relax.

Can we please enjoy this?

It'll be like the old days.

Party, play some of
Morgan's games,

party some more.

-Fine.
-Close your eyes.

- Do you trust me?
- With my life.

Take a deep breath.

Now, inhale
through your mouth.

-Swallow.
-Mmm. What is this?

Molly. Now, stop
being sad and pressed.

Time to party, bitch.

-Molly?
-Yup.

-You know that's
my drug of choice.
-Let's do it!

Hello?

Yo!

Oh, my gosh.
This is so cute!

I bet you Morgan did this.
You know she loves decorating.

I bet you they already took
the best rooms, too.

Oh, my gosh.

Shit, look, Allison.

Even got a picture of you
on the wall, too.

Fuck you, Nnamdi.
That's your ex-girlfriend.

You know,
the one with the teeth?

-Okay.
-Uh-oh.

You know what time it is
when these cards come out?

You taking
all the Spade fades.

You still like losing?

If this is how
you wanna start the weekend,

that's fine with me,
gentlemen.

Because me and Lisa
about to come back

and issue that smackdown.

Let me go drop my bags,
and I will be right back.

This is nice.
I bet you this is all
repurposed wood, too.

Hmm. This must be
where they keep
their personal items.

-It's locked.
-Or maybe it's
the master bedroom.

And Morgan and Shawn,

the couple
of the friend group, took it.

Okay. Speaking of couples,

a little birdy told me
that another couple

may be in our friend group.

I'm not saying,
I'm just saying.

You're not saying, but you're
just saying what, Allison?

I'm just saying, Nnamdi,

do not break her heart again,
and I mean that.

I got you.

And remember,
you gonna have to deal
with Dewayne, too.

Mix it up, baby.

Oh, yeah.

Mmm-hmm.

This ain't the Blackest
shit ever?

You know what else
is real Black? Diabetes.

Ain't nobody drinking that.

-We're good.
-You know what?

I'mma pray that you get
all that hate out your heart.

And why would you do that?

That's what keeps me
nice and young.

Stop playing, you gonna
make me drop these.

Okay.

-My brotha.
-Hey. Let's go.

I call it King's Kool-Ayyy.

The fuck, brother.
Call it King's Kool-No.

-Is it that bad?
-Yes, bro. You tripping.

Sugar fuck around
and give you a cramp.

God damn! Shit!

Damn. But shit, bro,
how you been?

I've been good,
you know.

I feel like everything's
starting to fall into place.

-Okay.
-Got steady clients
at the gym.

I'm seeing this girl now.

Oh, shit. Only one?

Yes, bro. Only one.
I'm a new man.

Wow. You know
what I call that?

-Mmm. Growth.
-Delusion.

-What?
-You been saying
that same thing

like, every two years
since we met.

You do some fuck shit,
you feel bad,

you reflect,
become a new man.

But then the new nigga
do some fuck shit,

and the whole cycle
just start over again.

Come on, bruh.

-This time is different.
-This time is different.

Nigga, you say
the same thing every time.

You ain't changed.

Man, fuck all that bull.
What about you?

What, you still a slave
to the White man?

Y'all gonna stop calling
my wife the White man,
all right?

-Her name is Jenny.
-Okay.

And she ain't "White" White.
She ethnic White.

-She Armenian.
-Come on, man.

That bitch is dog-kisses
on-the-mouth,

pumpkin-spice-latte,
Sweet-Caroline,
Bye-Bye-Bye White.

So, you just gon'
call my wife a bitch?

Just, come on, bruh.
Nah, I meant bitch
in the colloquial sense.

You know, like,

"Hey, bitch.

"You gon' finish
that quesadilla?"

Yeah, no, that was
a bad example.

All right, look, bruh,
I didn't mean...

I'm fucking with you.

-Fuck outta here, bro.
-I'm fucking with you.

I'm a changed man.

Shit, look at me.

So, you telling me
she wrung every bit
of the thug out of you, bro?

There's not even
a little bit left?

Like, you really
ain't packing right now?

Nah, man.

Man, you really
in the "Sunken Place."

Balls deep, my brother.
Balls deep.

- You got a heart?
- Nope.

You got that last club,
don't you?

- Yup, and it's low.
- Got you.

Oh, yeah, she love
the club. Let me see.

Yo, I hate these dudes.
I hate 'em.

Not a good time.

I knew it,
and that might be board.

Five.

That may be the dagger.

Shit. All I got is a...

Dang, bitch!

That's my partner, okay?

That is what we do
on Juneteenth, motherfuckers.

-Y'all cheated, man.
-So now we cheated?

Congratulations.
Chivalry's not dead.

Oh, oh. Take your L and go.

Nnam, that's something
a loser would say, Nnamdi.

Don't be a sore loser.

Hey, Dewayne,
you wanna run one?

Come on, Dewayne.

Come on, bro,
let's run one.

Dewayne, did you just
shift in your seat at me,
you little moody ass?

-What is wrong with Dewayne?
-He always does this.

First, he gets all
introspective and shit,

and then 20 minutes later...

I fucking love this song.
Are y'all hot?

- Kinda hot.
Oh, he needs
some water.

Yup, that molly
finally got his ass.

Oh, my God, he is wilding.

Oh, I feel like the music is

kissing me on my neck.

Nobody
kissing your neck.

Yes, Dewayne.
Come on!

You better
rip those pants off, Dewayne.

Come on, who needs
clothes, boo? Yes!

No. No.

You got it going, Dewayne.

Nnamdi, is that you?

Shit! You scared me.

Hey, what's the problem?

I feel bad.

Dewayne still doesn't know

-we got back together.
-Dewayne?

Maybe if you tell him,

you might realize
that you outgrew your friend.

Boy.

You really thought
you just said something.

"You realize you've
outgrown your friend."

You don't know shit
about my friendship.

Okay.

- Oh, my God.
- Are you okay?

My molly just hit.

Look, I'm sorry
I lashed out.

I was projecting a bit,
but you were overstepping.

Now...

take your pants off.

Boo, motherfucker!

Bitch, you play too much.
I almost hit you.

-Nigga, is you high?
-A little bit.

-You on molly?
-Yeah.

Gimme some.
Where you got some at?

-Oh, my God. Go in the house.
-Okay. Get me...

-Get me some molly.
-Ow. You so late, move.

Hold on! 'Bout to fuck up
my Moscato.

-This is peach lavender.
-Go through the front door.

-I love you.
-Love you.

Happy Juneteenth, niggas!
Shanika in the hizzouse.

Hey.

- What's up, Ally?
- Girlfriend, hi!

Yes, how are ya?

It's so good to see you, boo.
Put that on ice.

-What's up, Shanika?
Where you been?
-What up, nigga?

I got lost, and then
my car couldn't make
it up that fucking hill.

-Y'all, I ran into, um...
-Clifton.

I have not seen you
since we were at the...

- At the one...
- I don't know that nigga.

-At the...
-School.

-School!
-School!

That's what it was.

-All right.
-Yes.

-Well, welcome.
-Thanks. I appreciate it.

I mean, I'm surprised
I was invited, too.

Anyway, do you guys
have an Android charger?

I told you,
we don't support that.

All right, well,
you can't win 'em all.

-Thanks for having me.
-Y'all, where's Lisa?

I know y'all motherfuckers
didn't start numbing
reality without me,

'cause if you did...

What up, Lis?

You smell like dick.
What the fuck you been doing?

Oh. That's who you been doing.

I accidentally
smelled some of the dick.

Oh, wow.

So, Lisa the new girl
you was telling me about?

Oh, so suddenly it's quiet
and all eyes are on me.

Is that my reputation?

Something happens
and y'all just waiting
on me to be combative?

Guys, I'm not even mad,
I promise.

Lis, I'm tryna be
as fucked up as he is.

Let's get
this party started.

Yep. We should all
take shots, right?

Yes. Please.

Get back to handing out
these ass-whoopings in Spades.

Who are
you talking to?

Oh, puh-lease. 'Cause
you know good and well

we've been whooping your ass
all night, right, Lisa?

Y'all got lucky.
Don't let it go to your heads.

-Hey, Dewayne.
-Hey.

Oh, my God. Gal,
it's so nice to see you again.

-It's Clifton.
-Oh... Yes.

Oh, my God, I'm so...
I knew that.

I'm so sorry.
I've taken a lot of drugs.

Do you know where
I can put my bag?

Mmm-mmm.

Where's Morgan and Shawn?

I got a text last night
saying that they made it here.

They texted us
earlier, actually,

and told us that
they were gonna come back
later on this evening.

-Hey, thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Here, Clifton.
-Thank you, baby.

No, hold it, nigga.

-I have a toast.
-Yes!

On this Juneteenth Day,
I would like to
celebrate freedom.

-Freedom.
-Freedom.

Freedom from
caring about people

more than they care
about themselves.

A friend of mine once told me,
"People can grow."

At the time,
I didn't know what
she meant,

but now I know
that she meant, "Grow apart."

Uh-huh.
And then they die.

-And that's called fate.
-Dewayne.

Mmm. Cheers to having
standards and self-respect.

To friendship for life.

-For life.
-For life.

Lovely. That
sounds awesome.

Oh, my God, holy shit,
King. That tastes
like pure sugar.

I call it King's Kool-Ayyy.

- You drink it,
it make you go, "Ayyy."
Bruh.

I love you, but
you gonna have
to give it up.

Okay, you know what?
Keep drinking that shit

and watch yourself
get some cramps.

Shut up.

Let's get into these Spades.
That's why we came here,

- right?
- Let's do it.

So, look, it's gonna be
Allison and Lisa,
and me and Nnamdi.

Uh, can I play?

I don't know, can you?

Well, can you teach me?

Look, come on, bruh,
ain't nobody ever teach you
how to play Spades?

I've played before, I just...

-I forgot some of the...
-King?

Look, man, we ain't
got time to be teaching
you how to play.

You can sit on the sideline,
you can watch.

If you learn,
cool, if not...

Yeah, sure, of course.
I'll watch.

You know what?
You can learn,

but it's just that you gonna
have to be on a team
in order to learn.

And this weekend,
it is women against boys.

So, I mean
if you're learning,

you got to learn
from your gender folk.

That ain't gonna happen.

Yeah, learn from the losers
'cause we finna getting
that ass, right?

Okay! Bussin', baby.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna look
for the fuse box.

-What the hell was that?
-What was what?

- I see nothing.
- Was it a raccoon?

No, it was bigger
than a raccoon.

Was it a bear?
All right,
we gotta find the lights.

Yeah, I'm with King.
I'm not gonna...

Like
a bear-sized raccoon?

Shut up. Come on.

I don't know
this house like that.

It's locked.

This one, too.
Why are all the doors locked?

Let's try this one.

Uh, that one's locked,
too, bruh.

-Well.
-Wait, wait.

Who put that sign
on the door?

That was not there earlier,
you guys.

"Game room."

Probably Morgan and Shawn.

Probably just
came back earlier

and are trying to scare
the shit out of us.

Well, it's not funny.
- They think it's a prank
or something.

-Morgan!
-Yo, Shawn, stop playing.

It's locked, bruh.
It's lock...

No, it ain't.

Come on.

What's this?

Oh, hell no.

So, the lights just come on
when they want to?

That works.

Game room?

Yeah, this is some
Morgan next-level
party-planning shit, right?

They got all the games, too.

Etch A Sketch.
I used to love this.

Oh, hey.

I love Ouija boards.

One time I tried to
summon Gary Coleman
and he was not happy.

Hey, look at this.
It's us from college.

Oh, let me see me.

Um, I found Morgan's
earring earlier.

What? These are
her great grandmother's.

She never takes these off.

Okay, then she's
definitely here then.

See, y'all?
Morgan just fucking with us.

- Yeah.
- "The Blackening"?

Yo, what is this?
Jim Crow Monopoly?

Whoa.

- Uh-uh.
- This game got bad vibes.

No. No, thank you.

Yeah, Morgan would not
plan some stupid shit
like this, bruh.

Nah, she wouldn't.

King,

I think this must be yours.

-It's a crown.
That makes sense.
-Huh.

-A purse. That's fitting.
-Nnamdi.

-A pyramid? Why's that fitting?
-Because, nigga, you're
literally from Africa.

Shanika.

Why I gotta get a bottle?

Because you're
literally a drunk.

So, wait, they made one
of these specifically
for each of us?

Yeah, I guess.

No, no, no,
what are you doing?

We literally came
all this way to party

and play games,
so that's what I'm doing.

Oh, come on, this is
clearly Morgan's work.

I am not even tripping.
Let's just play.

Yeah,
I'm with Allison.

Everybody falling
for this fake creepiness,

but I'mma beat her
at her own game.

Yeah, Morgan, I see you.
Game on, bitch.

I guess.

All right, let's get it.

Yeah, let's get it.

So, I guess the question is
how do we play?

Ask the little
racist nigga here.

Pick a card
and save Morgan.

The hell?
What it mean
"save Morgan"?

-Shit. It's locked.
-That's not funny, King.

See, that makes me
nervous, and I throw up
when I'm nervous.

- Move, King.
- Maybe it's a push.

Talking about
it's locked.

Your ass couldn't open it,
that's why.

If you just, um...

Did you try pushing it?
I think you should push.

You just jerk it off.
There you go.

Nigga, kill yourself.

-Y'all, it's locked.
-See? See, I told you.

-This is why I don't
go to fucking cabins...
-I'm about to snap.

Everyone, calm down
so we can figure out
what's going on.

Wait, what the...

- Oh, God, no.
- Is that Morgan?

-Oh, no, Morgan.
-Oh, my God.

Y'all, we gotta get
the fuck up outta here.

Oh, my God, Morgan!

Allison, you're gonna have
to shut the hell up!

I'm sorry.

Please...

Lisa, Nnamdi,
Allison, Dewayne,

Shanika, King, Clifton.

It said
our names, y'all.

This shit is
"personal" personal.

How the fuck is
it doing this?

The rules are simple.
Answer correctly

before the second hand
completes one revolution,

you move a space.

If you answer
10 questions correctly,

she lives
and you're all free to go.

Get one wrong, she dies.

Oh, my God, guys, look.
There is someone with her.

Refuse to play, and you die,
just like Shawn did.

Oh, shit!

No! Shawn.

-Oh, my God.
-Fuck.

- Fuck.
- Now, what?

Well, guys,
I'm scared, too,

uh, but the voice
made it very clear.

We have an opportunity
to save Morgan,

so why don't we just
play the game?

So, shall we begin?

I think we have
to play the game.

Pick a card.

Okay. "Question one.
Who's Sojourner Truth?

An abolitionist,
and women's rights activist.

An entrepreneur.

"Or C: Harriet Tubman.
Right answer or death."

What the fuck?
Are you serious?

So, he just gon' force us
to do a Black history test?

I don't understand.
Why make us play this game?

If you just gonna kill us,
just kill us.

Shut the fuck up, Dewayne.

Look, just answer
the question.
It's A, of course.

Good for you.
You have a point.

What you doing?
Move all our pieces.

My bad.

Pick a card.

"How many seasons did
dark Aunt Viv play Aunt Viv

"in The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
before being replaced

"by light-skinned Aunt Viv?

"Right answer or death."

Okay, so, Tyra Banks came
in the college years,

-and then
Ashley started singing.
-I know the answer.

Little Nicky
came in season 4,

and that was
light-skin Aunt Viv,

so it had to be before that.

-It's three.
-Are you sure?

Yes, nigga. I'm sure.
It's three.

- That is correct.
- Whoo!

Gosh, team, we're on a roll.

We're doing it, really,
we're moving and grooving.

-Okay.
-Let's go.

"What does the NAACP
stand for?

"A. Negroes At Applebee's
Cooking Pasta."

Oh, my God,
this is so offensive.

Uh, the National Association
for the Advancement
of Colored People.

- Fuck you.
-Correct. Pick another card.

All right.
"Every Black person should be

"familiar with the Black
national anthem,

"Lift Every Voice and Sing.

"While every Black person
knows the first verse,

"sing the second verse,
or else."

I only know
the first verse, bruh.

Yeah, same. Honestly,
I just be making up words.

Nigga, I know
the Pledge of Allegiance.

That song has like 14 verses.

Somebody better
fucking sing something.

♪ Stony the road we trod

♪ Bitter the chastening rod

♪ Felt in the days

♪ When hope unborn had died

♪ Yet with a steady beat

♪ Have not our weary feet

♪ Come to the place

♪ For which
Our fathers sighed? ♪

Is that right?

- Correct.
- Whoo! Yes!

-Yo!
-Yes!

- I'm in love. I'm in love.
- Al, that was gorgeous.

Swag, the gas mask,
and a motherfucking pacemaker.

- That's 15 Black inventions,
right? Let's go.

Correct.

-Okay.
-Pick a card.

Whoo! Come on.

"In Nas' One Mic,
subtract the number
of blunts,

"pages and pens
that Nas needs from
the number of shots..."

-It's Nas.
-Nas.

"Nas needs from
the number of shots
that hit the crew."

Why y'all looking at me?

You finna die
if y'all expect me
to answer that.

Wait, wait, wait, no,
I know this one.

All right, so,
you need one blunt,

one page, one pen,

-right, which is three.
-Yeah.

And two twin Glocks,
which is 16, which is 32.

Jesus was 33,
six hit the crew,
but 27 went into you.

27 minus 3 is 24.
It's 24.

-Are you sure?
-Positive!

That is correct.

And I like your math.
Pick another card.

"Name five Black actors
that have appeared

"on the hit TV show Friends."

This is
a trick question, right?

I should know this,
but I was more
a Becker kind of guy.

Why y'all looking at me?
I ain't never seen the show.

But I do know
Aisha Tyler was on it once,

playing the love interest
of Joey and Ross.
So, that's one.

I never watched
the show either,
but I do know

Gabrielle Union was
on the show.

She was also a love interest
for Joey and Ross.

Wait, is that
the show about all

-the White people in New York?
-Yeah, on the couch.

Yeah, I didn't watch
that shit either.

But I do know that
Craig Robinson was on it,

but I don't know
who he played, though.

And Mr. Moseby. He played
Chandler's boss. Phill Lewis.

-Shit, yeah, that's four.
-So all y'all watched that show?

-We need one more.
-Your time is almost up.

Um, um, um, dark-skinned
Aunt Viv also played one
of Chandler's bosses.

You know,
they were very
"plug and play"

with the Black people
on that show.

So, y'all did
watch that show?

Okay, but what was
her name again?

-Um...
-Queen Janet Hubert.

-Yes!
-Yes!

Come on now, you're my girl.

Wrong.

The correct answer was,
"I don't know.

I don't watch that show.

"I watch Living Single."

Aw, you can't do that.
That ain't what you asked.

Damn!

Help! Help me, please!

Is that thing
attached to her head?

- No, Morgan.
Oh, shit,
he about to scalp her.

Shit!

Ooh, bitch, that's some
good-ass wig glue.

Now, get the fuck up
out of there!

Come on, bitch, you gotta
fight for your fucking' life!

Morgan, get the hell
out of there!

We gotta get the fuck
outta here. We gotta go.

Nnamdi, come help me
with the door.

I got you.
Let's break this thing down.

What the... Oh, shit. It's open.

It's open?
Let's get out of here, guys.
Come on, let's go.

Move, Clifton. Let's go.

None of us
motherfucking dying today.

Move, bitch.
Get out of my way.

Come on. Check the doors.

Fuck! It's locked.
Somebody break the window.

Yeah, break it.

Y'all, move. Duck!

Fuck!

What type
of glass is that?

-This place is like a prison.
-Oh, my God.

Guys.

Look at our cars.

Morgan.

Come on!
Open the door!

She's in the basement!

- Come on. Move!
- Morgan, we're coming!

Morgan,
hold on, we got it.

Morgan, hold tight.
We gonna get you out.

Let me try it.
On three.
All right, come on.

Ready? Pull.

Morgan, he's behind you.

-Oh, my God,
he's behind you.
-He's behind her!

He's right behind you.
Hey, Morgan,
he's right behind you.

No, please!

He's walking up the stairs.

Oh, my God,
he's walking up the stairs.

Hurry up,
he's walking up the stairs!

He's coming up the stairs.
Watch out!

-Oh, my God, I'mma throw up.
-I'm gonna throw up.

Oh, my God,
I'm gonna throw up.

-Somebody, do something.
-Somebody better...

Do something!

King, where you going?
Come on, man, I need help.

Morgan, we got you.

-You got a gun?
-Bruh, I knew you had a gun.

Wow, that's profiling.

How come
you didn't use it before?

On what? The TV, nigga?
Move out the way.

Morgan, stand back.
I'mma shoot the lock off.

-Y'all be shooting in here.
-Morgan.

-Y'all see something?
-No.

You wanna borrow my glasses?

Morgan!

Hold tight, yo.
I'm coming to get you.

Morgan, we right here.
We gon' get you out.

Morgan!

Maybe try her last name.

-Morgan!
-Morgan.

Get your...
Hey, get your...

Fuck!

Will somebody fucking help me?

Okay!

-Oh, shit! Oh, God!
-Did I get him?

You're like King Arthur.

This motherfucker shot me
in my shoulder.

Take this shit out of me.

Lisa, get a knife.

-Okay. This is too big.
-Allison, you pull it out.

I'm not pulling that shit out.
You pull it out.

Wait. Okay.

I got a good one! Here you go.

-Stab him!
-Who, me?

Yes, you, bitch. Gimme that.

Put it back in. Put it back in!

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

-Are you guys okay?
-I stabbed him.

It's over.

Everybody, get down!

Stay down!

He's gone, y'all!

Okay, let's go.

Get back
to the game room.

Yes, oh, my God,
let's go!

Oh, wait, Nnamdi!
We need to bring King.

- Come on.
- Oh, shit.

- Go.
- I'm fine.

Okay. Fuck, fuck.

Allison, get this shit
outta my back.

- I don't know how.
- Allison!

-What?
-Get this shit out!

Take the shit out of his back!

Okay!

I'm gonna do it on three.
One, two...

- Oh, shit!
- Shit!

What happened to you, Allison?

Bad news. They...
He locked us in again.

-What?
-He locked us in again.

-What the fuck?
-Oh, God. King! King.

Oh, my God, we lost him!

Nigga, fuck.
Shit, I'm resting my eyes.

God damn! Keep talking.

Okay, great.
Guys, guys, we need a plan.

If the killer comes
back in here, we're next.

Girl, how the fuck
did this happen?

I was trying to help King.

Hey, babe, she's gonna need
something to wrap that.

Damn.

Painkillers. Anybody got
any painkillers?

Shit.

Listen, think.

Are there any White people
who wanna kill us?

I mean,
potentially all of 'em.

I mean, a white guy said
he wanted to kill me yesterday.

-What? Who?
-I don't know.

He was just some stranger
on Twitter.

He was mad at me
because I said

that the O'Reilly Auto Parts
theme song

was more culturally relevant
than the Star-Spangled Banner.

I mean, you're not wrong.

♪ O, O, O, O'Reilly's

♪ Auto parts ♪

Ow! Ooh, that's a good song.

Pick a card.

-We're not picking
any more cards, bruh.
-Are you sure?

The outcome of this situation
depends on your participation.

Wait, what are you doing?

Well, we gotta
finish the game.

-No, we don't.
-I would suggest you
pick a card.

You heard what he said.
Girl, pick a card.

"In your predicament,

"the Black character is
always the first to die.

"I will spare your lives
if you sacrifice the person

"you deem the Blackest to me."

The Blackest?

"Choose someone to sacrifice.

"You don't play my game,
you all die.
You have two minutes."

No, we're not playing
the fucking game. We're done.

You have 2 minutes
to decide.

It don't even make sense,
"the Blackest."

That is so subjective.

Well, shit, Shanika.
She say "Nigga" the most.

-Nigga!
-See?

Well, someone has to
get picked or we all end up
like Morgan and Shawn.

All right, look,
nobody should judge anybody
in here, bruh.

I know you ain't over here
trying to argue about

who should be
the Blackest here, Nnamdi.

-What, why?
-Because you are
a literal African, Nnamdi.

You are, like, still in its
original packaging Black.

I'm sorry, boo, but on paper,
you the Blackest.

First of all,
I'm from Oakland, all right,

and my daddy's
from South Africa.

So, Townbiz,
Raider Nation, Go A's,

Michael B. Jordan, Fruitvale
Station off top, bruh.

Mmm. That just
makes you Blacker.

Mmm-hmm.

But if anybody is
the Blackest here,

it's African diaspora,
Angela Rye head ass over here.

-Wow, Nnamdi, really?
-Yeah!

Okay. So,
that's what we doing?

Because every single time
one of y'all make a joke,

it's always,
"Oh, Allison, you White this.
Allison, you White that."

But now, when it is
the most convenient for you,

you wanna use my Blackness?

-Absolutely.
-Absolutely not, nigga.

Because guess what?
If we playing this game,

my daddy is White with "wha",
so it's surely not me.

-King?
-King?

-Yeah, King.
-'Cause you the one with the gun
and you gangsta.

I'm a ex-gangsta, all right?
I changed my life.

And I'm married
to a White woman, so...

-That does not help.
-You right. I'mma shut up.

90 seconds.

Oh, my God,
this is not working.

I'mma need so much therapy
if we get through this.

What about Dewayne?

Girl, shut your ass up.
Did you not hear
what I said?

Therapy.
Black people don't do therapy.

Well, actually, Black people are
slowly but surely

adopting healthier
mental health lifestyles.

Hey, big fucking deal.

No, deadass, big fucking deal.

We've come a long way.
It's a beautiful thing.

-Yeah.
-We have.

But that's not the point.
The point is
y'all can't pick me.

I'm gay.

Nigga, you always
using that shit.

No, no. And just like
my homophobic family member
says,

"Gayness is just whiteness
wrapped up in a bunch of dicks,"
and today, I agree.

"Bunch of dicks"?

70 seconds left.

-Look, we gotta pick somebody.
-We can't.

You know what?
What about Clifton?

Yeah, why we can't
pick his little weak-ass?

You over there
quiet in the corner,

but you did not get invited
to this event,
but yet you showed up.

That is some Black shit, nigga.

Blackity Black, bro.

Guys,
I was invited by Morgan.

-How?
-60 seconds.

Morgan sent me an e-vite.

Guys, I can prove
I'm not the Blackest.

Prove it.

-I've never seen Friday.
-What the fuck?

I thought Black Twitter
was a type of seasoning.

Um, I like Jimmy Fallon
without The Roots.

-That's wrong.
-Um...

Beyonce's Super Bowl performance
made me unsafe.

Same.

I voted for Trump.

-What?
-What?

Twice.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Get your hands... Stop!

We have a minute left.
Somebody trying to kill us,

and arguing is only
gonna make it easier.

We need a plan.

Our ancestors did not die
for us to abandon each other,

our morals and our Blackness
at the moment's notice
in the face of adversity.

Boy, I know you did not just go
into some complete,
dramatic-ass monologue

when you knew
we only had one minute left.

Time is almost out.

Girl, you talking
just as long as me. Shit.

20 seconds.

Look, y'all, we just need
to pick somebody, all right.

And I'm sorry, Clifton,
for that dumb-ass shit that
you just said, I pick you, bruh.

-No.
-I pick your MAGA ass, too.

- No.
- Allison?

I vote for Clifton.

-King?
-This nigga.

Bae.

Bae.

I mean, I guess
I don't have a choice.
I pick Clifton.

Dewayne?

5 seconds.

I'm so sorry, Clifton.

I pick you.

-Your time is up.
-Wow.

You know, I really thought
we connected.

You know, if you guys
had any more sense,

you'd know that
this is what the game
wanted us to do.

To turn on each other.
To act like animals.

You gave it what it wanted.

-All right.
-Nigga!

All lives matter.

Oh!

-That didn't feel right.
-I'll go get him.

It's locked again.

Do you like Hunger Games?

I love the books
but you probably don't
even read.

Uh, maybe we can talk this out,
you know. Um...

Dang it.

Fuck.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

Well, I mean,
he did vote for Trump.

- Twice.
Oh, my God,
is it over?

- You did not follow the rules.
- Clifton did not vote.

Space revoked. Pick a card.

What?
- Oh, my God, this game
is impossible to win.

-No. Hell, no!
-You have time

-to save yourself.
-I'm not playing this fucking
game anymore, man.

You have to save yourself.
Save yourself...

So, you don't want to play?

We refuse.
No more fucking games.

That would mean
you automatically move
into sudden death.

-Sudden death?
-What?

The rules are simple.
Survive.

The door to the game room
is open.

You'll have 3 minutes of safety

before I open
the rest of the doors
in the house.

Now, are your chances better
outside or in?

You must choose
or face the consequences.

Ugh. I hate this bitch's voice!

3 minutes.

-So, what do we do?
-What do you mean,
"What do we do," girl?

I'm not gonna stay
in this fucking mouse trap.

We got to get the hell up
out of here.

Why? So he can just
attack us outside?

Look, Clifton was right.
This game has rules,

and whatever the hell they are,
they have stuck by them, okay?

So, if we really do have
3 minutes y'all,
we should just run.

I agree. We got more room
to run outside.

We stay here,
we just sitting ducks.

I don't know about you
but I have no interest
in getting hunt down

in the woods
by that psycho!

Look, I'm with Allison.
We need to take
our fucking chances.

Let's go, baby, listen.
We can cut across the woods

and make it to the other
side of the road.

If we all make it,
then we'll all be safe.

What movies have you seen?
'Cause that's fucking stupid.

Bruh, I haven't watched
any movies.

I'm just trying to save
my girl!

Boo, I love you.
Why you yelling at me?

Listen, arguing is not
gon' help us.

Everybody, let's go
at least get some
fucking weapons.

- All right.
- Are you kidding me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Somebody gon' help me
the fuck up?

Shit, my bad, bruh.

Y'all better
come in this kitchen and
find something. Shit.

Hey, find some weapons.

Look for something sharp.

-Here. Use these.
-Thanks.

Wait. Chili powder?
Girl, what I'm finna do, cook?

Sorry, girl,
we ran out of knives.

Really? A candlestick?
You think you in Clue?

Don't start with me.
I could fuck somebody
up with this.

What are you gonna do?
Tenderize his ass?

At least it's metal,
Colonel Mustard.
That looks plastic.

At least this just has
a little weight to it.
It has some girth.

Shanika, I need
some of them painkillers.

I got you now. Here you go.

-This is Adderall.
-What?

This is Adderall.

-Is this what you gave her?
-Yes.

I need something else.

Here, you can take this.
Vicodin.

-I'm going.
-Whoa, what?

No, you supposed to
be dead, bruh.

This ain't that movie.

Look, man, let's go
before this Vicodin wear off.

Wait, are you crazy?
Look at yourself.

-I got shot once.
-Twice!

In the same spot.
One hole.

It hurt like hell,
but I can run. My legs work.

All right.
You can come with us,

but if you start lagging,
we ain't carrying your ass.

-Fine.
-Shit, look y'all.

It's real dark out there
and I'm still high.

-I can't go out there.
-Me, too, I'm staying.

-Lisa!
-Baby, then I'm staying
with you.

No, it's okay.
I understand if you
have to leave.

-Yeah, go.
-Baby, I don't wanna stay...

I wanna stay with you.
I wanna show you
that I'm committed.

-Look, we a "us" now.
-This Larenz Tate chasing
the train ass nigga.

Not now, Nnamdi.

- I'm boots for
Nina ass, nigga.

Okay, we all know
what this means.

-Don't you dare, Allison.
-I'mma say it.

Don't say this dumb shit.

- We...
- Allison.

- We...
- Oh, my God.

We have to split up.

-Oh, my God!
-Why?

He's not gon' be
in two places at once.

Oh, see, Allison.
I knew you was gonna
say that shit

but I figured that was
just your White side talking.

This is not
my White half talking, Nnamdi.

This is me talking
as a whole-ass Black person,

who just so happens
to be biracial.

My "Blackness" should not be
in question

just because
I am simply suggesting

that separating
might actually help us
stay alive.

Allison, yes,
you do have a point.

But do you really think
your Black side did them
air quotes?

That feels
exclusively Caucasian.

20 seconds left!

-I love you.
-I love you, too.

-Stay alive.
-Mmm-hmm.

Shanika, run them pills, girl.
They good.

I don't know how much
time we have,

but if the door does open,

this is the one closest
to the woods.

I didn't know
that a psycho killer
in blackface

was gonna be
the person that was here

when I asked who all
was gonna be here?

This feels like
the end of Set it Off.

I hate this,
it feels so sad.

You are my sister.

My strength.

-And my pride.
-And my pride.

It'll be all right.

Okay, we good.

Bye, y'all.

Hey, yo.
We should hide.

Wait.

No, no, no.
I don't wanna go
in the basement.

I don't wanna
see Morgan like that.

Hey, baby, I'm with Dewayne.
I don't wanna see her
like that, either.

I'm going
to find Morgan.

Yo! When did we become
the kind of people

that walk
into dark-ass basements?

Nice of you
to join me.

Is that a well?
What kind of house is this?

Shit. I'm impressed.
Motherfucker's crazy.

Wait, wait, wait.

What? The road is that way.

No, no, no.
The road is this way.
The lake is that way.

What?

What the fuck is you doing?

Okay, hold up,
I feel weird as shit!

Okay, I think I need to stop.

Guys, just go.
I'm just gonna sit here
with my feelings.

Your feelings? What?

Allison, that Adderall got you
bugging the fuck out.

Come on, Allison.
We not finna
leave you here.

No, just go.

Look, I need you to breathe
with me, all right?

Inhale, exhale.

There's a crazy motherfucker
out here

hunting us like we animals.

This ain't the time
to be sitting down.

I need you to be strong.

You got Rosa Parks
on your shirt, right?

Would she be
sitting down right now?

I mean,
that's exactly what she did.

Man, nigga, shut up!
Look at me.

If you wanna be somebody
and if you wanna go somewhere,

then you better wake up and...

-Pay attention.
-That's right, bitch.

Now, come on
with your injured ass.

Oh, my God.

Please tell me
that's some of King's Kool-Ayyy.

We both know
what that is, man.

Okay.

-Go. Shit.
-Look, you go.

Okay,
but where's Morgan?

Let's see if we can figure out

how this fucker operates
before he gets back.

Oh, my God.
There are cameras
all over this house.

He's been watching
our every move this entire time.

Y'all, look.

I thought we were
above the Mason-Dixon.

What was that?

Fucking 'course, he'd go after
the darkest people first.

-We gotta go back upstairs.
-Really?

Okay.

Fuck! No.
We went the wrong way.

See? Allison,
I told you. Allison?

Allison!
Fuck, where is she?

Her ass probably high.

I don't blame her.
I wanna do the same thing.

No, King, you gotta
stay with me, okay?

Look, I can see houses
in the distance.

Okay, I'mma swim across.
They won't suspect it.

They probably assume
we can't swim anyway.

They be assuming right,
'cause I can't.

-Wow! Way to be
a fucking stereotype.
-You know what? You go ahead

and hop your little privileged
ass in that dark,
mysterious water,

I'mma climb up this tree.

You give me a signal
when you get across.

Is that something
you can even do?

I ran from cops,
I dodged bullets,

I jumped gates.
This is easy, all right?

Oh, shit.

This is really embarrassing.

-Get up and help me,
God damn it!
-Nigga, come on.

Don't put your finger
in my asshole.

-Wasn't this door open?
-It don't even matter, yo.
We gon' go straight through.

Ready?

Nigga, move,
I'll go first. Okay.

Here we go.

Okay, I see
why you didn't wanna go first.

Oh, my God, are you guys
fucking line dancing?

Wait, hold on.

One, two...

I heard screaming.
Is everything okay?

Ranger White? Is that you?

-In the flesh.
-Oh, shit.
Is this good or bad?

Wait. How do we know
we can trust him?

No offense.

-I'm one of the good ones.
-That does not help.
They all say that.

That actually makes you
seem more suspicious.

You can trust me. Seriously.

If I got an invite
to the cookout,

I'd be honored,
but I wouldn't go.

-And why the fuck not?
-Because I know my presence

in an all-Black space
would be a disturbance

and undo it
being an all-Black space.

That's a pretty good answer.

-I'm sold.
-Mmm-hmm. Works for me.

Look, we're gonna
lower our hands.

-Lower away.
-Okay, great.

Look, I've never been so happy
to see a White savior.

Somebody's trying to kill us.
Please help us. Please.

Whoa. Slow down.

A masked killer is after us
and two of our friends are dead.

-What do you mean dead?
-Dead.

Dead, meet your maker
dead, dead.

-Where are the rest
of your friends?
-We split up.

You split up?
But you all are Black.

-Whoa. Do not get comfortable.
-I know you didn't.

-Bold move, bro.
-Sorry.

Don't you need to call
for help or something?

Okay, try to calm down.
I'll get some help.

This is White to base.

White to base.
This is White.

White.

White.

That's weird.
Runs on a satellite system,
should always work.

The signal is
actively being blocked.

That's why we couldn't call out.

You gotta believe us.

Come with me.

All right, get in quick.

-Okay.
-Okay.

I'll be right back.

Lock the doors, get down,
and don't worry.

Dude, where are you...
Can we just go?

-Where are you going?
-Where is he going?

Why White people always gotta go
where they shouldn't go?

What?

Nigga, are you shooting
arrows at me?

No! Hey!

Hey! Stop it! Stop!

King! Stop!

Let's see what you got
without that bitch-ass crossbow.

What's up? What's up?

Come on.

Fuck! I'm gonna beat
your little ass now.

- Aw, hell,
you can't even fight?

-What?
-What's good?

Get your bitch ass up.

Get your bitch ass up.
This one's for Morgan.

Oh! Cramp! Shit.

Don't hurt my...
Nigga, you can't fucking...

Time out. Time out.

Oh, fuck!

Hey! Stop it!

First off, you're gonna watch me
kill your friend.

- No, no, no...
- Hey!

Asshole.

Well, come and have a go.

All right, bitch. Let's do this.

Hell, yeah.

Beat his motherfucking ass!
Hell, yeah!

Goddamn, beat your ass now.

Oh, shit.

Nigga.

You sure he's not gonna
come back to life?

-No, girl, he's dead.
-Hell yeah, you beat
that nigga ass.

That's the one-eyed nigga
I saw at the store.

Hell yeah, run his pockets.

What the hell?

Wait a minute.
He's got asthma.

That's why he was breathing
like that.

Camden Conner. 555 Valley Lane.

That's our address.

Hey, I feel a bit woozy here.

See, this why
I don't come to the woods

because of crazy
White motherfuckers like this.

And they always got
some dirty-ass shoes on.

Wait, the nigga that was
chasing us in the house

had a different pair
of boots on.

Remember?
I stabbed him in the foot.

So, unless this motherfucker got
costume changes...

That means that
there's more than one of them.

-We gotta warn the others.
-Okay.

- Oh, fuck.
- King!

Okay, look, y'all, we...

we might actually make it
out of this, okay?

If he comes back. Why the fuck
is he looking for the killer?
Can we just go?

Oh, my God.

Maybe to convince us
that the killer isn't him?

- What the fuck?
- We gotta go.

Stop. Stop pressing the button.

Both of y'all,
stop fucking with the door!

- Shit.
- Ah, shit!

Unlock the door.
I don't think I stopped him.

He's coming. Unlock the door
and let me in. Quick.

I know how that looks,

but I found that mask
in the woods close to here.

It's why I came to check on you.

Let me help you.
You have to trust me.

-No, we don't.
-Let me in!

Let me in!

Come on, man. We're sitting
ducks out here, y'all.

Maybe we should have
trusted him.

Okay, he's gonna
reload at some point.
Should we go back in there?

No. We go back in there
for what?

What other choice
do we have?

I don't know. I don't know.
I don't... Fuck!

Okay, now!

Go, go, go!

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh, shit. He's shooting!

Stay right there.
Stay right there.

Oh.

Just go.
Save yourself.

Go.

-We can't...
-Let's go.

I was joking. Shit!

We just left him.
What if he's
just somewhere bleeding?

No, baby, he told us,
he told us to leave him.

He didn't mean it.

Okay, Lis, look.

All of us ain't gonna
make it through the night.

We know that, right?

-I'm just saying.
-I'm gonna go get my friend.

Who's playing music?

Wait.

You shady motherfuckers
left me to die!

And I just saved y'all asses.
But fuck me, though, right?

You told us to leave you.

Nigga, you know
I didn't mean that shit.

-Told you.
-Told you, my ass.

You didn't have to follow him.

Move! Let me get up there.

How long do y'all think
we should wait in here?

I don't know.
Probably till morning?

The fucker a vampire
or something?

-Why the fuck
is morning more better?
-I don't know.

'Cause it's bright out
and less scary.

That makes sense.

I'm sorry we left you,
but it's not every day

I'm faced with fucking life
or death decisions.

It's good to know
when it comes to me,
the decision is death.

What is your problem?

You've been pressed
this entire trip.

If you have something to say,
say it.
No time like the present.

I disagree.
There is a better time
than the present,

-and it is not right now.
-Every time this nigga
broke your heart,

I was the one
there to mend it.

I never asked you to do that.
You chose to do that.

Fuck. What the fuck.

Oh, my God.
Keke Palmer retweeted my tweet.

Okay, okay, okay.

-Keep that shit together?
-I'm trying.

Oh, shit.

Peekaboo.

Shit.

I'm going to jail.

Oh, shit, are you okay?
He kicked the shit outta you.

How'd you know
how to do that?

Yeah, bro, that seems like
an exclusively White weapon.

You know what,
that's another thing. Y'all are
always underestimating me.

Maybe that's why
you left me at the car.

This is exactly
why I didn't tell you

me and Nnamdi
were back together.

I just didn't need
this negativity.

Oh, no, no, no...
You didn't tell me
about Nnamdi

-because you are ashamed.
-Ashamed?

Be real.
You have always
used my friendship

as some fucked up replacement
as a rebound guy

whenever y'all broke up
because it was safe.

You knew I would be there.

I feel like
I wasted my fucking time.

'Cause look at you now,
you got your man,
your house,

and I'm pushed
to the curb, again.

You have never treated me
like a best friend.

You've treated me
like a gay side chick.

You leaving me and picking him
proves exactly that.

-That's a good shot.
-That was the last one.

Oh, you're gonna
pay for that, bitch.

-Ooh.
-I got you, bitch. Hey!

You got
the right one today, bitch.

That's for
Morgan and Shawn!

-This is for King.
-His ass.

- That's what you fucking get.
- Carlton.

-It's Clifton.
-Why the fuck Black women

gotta save everyone
all the God damn time?

-Get him, girl.
-I'm tired.

I'm tired.
I'm fucking tired.

See, that's why I married
a White woman.

Bitch, and suck my dick!

You're acting just...
I don't think you need to...

-He good.
-Girl, he dead. It's fine.

Lisa.

Earlier, did you have
something to say

about my choice in weapons?

Oh, no.
No, no, no. Nnamdi?

No. No. Hell...
Absolutely not.

Look.

Maybe I was a little worked up

after I realized
what my part was

in what was wrong with us.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
me and Nnamdi
were back together.

-I love you, okay?
-I love you, too.

You got guts
all over your face, so.

Um, look, I'm sorry
for pressuring you to commit

before you were ready.

I was worried that
if you kept me waiting
for so long

that I was gonna...

I'm gonna mess up.
I love you, all right?

Dewayne, I apologize
to you, too.

Yeah, I wasn't a good dude
in college. Sorry.

Are y'all for real?
Y'all doing this right now?

Y'all ain't worked out
y'all shit yet?

Didn't you see how long
he was talking?

-Why you have to
interrupt my apology?
-Nigga, it's given

that there's another
motherfucking killer
in the woods

that we killed.
That's what I'm trying
to tell y'all.

- Okay, I did not know that.
Yeah, so,
now let's find out

who this motherfucker is.

Oh, I can't.
Dewayne, look in his pockets.

Mmm. Player, you got it.
This is on you.

-You two gonna figure it out!
-Okay, I'mma do it. Fuck!

Clive Connor.

This look like the other nigga
we saw in the woods.

Who the fuck are they?

We found this shit
on the other one. Read it.

Shit.

They're twins.

We also found this on him.

I don't get it.
Someone must
have been paying them.

Yeah,
that seems about right.

They've got
all our initials on here, too.

So, somebody paid
these evil racist twins
to kill us all. Is that it?

And this is all we worth?

It's like $1,000.
This is offensive.

Oh, my God.

We need to get
the fuck outta here.

No, I'm still
not going out there.

Okay, you know what?
Why don't we just
stay here

because they've got to come back

for Ranger White at some point?

I still need to know
what happened
to Morgan and Shawn.

Yeah. Which means that
they might still be downstairs.

Right. He had
a whole command center
down there, y'all,

like TVs and everything.
We can use that
to call for help.

Y'all are acting
real White right now.

I think
we've already proven ourselves.

If there's someone else
down there, we'll handle it.

Okay, you know what?
I'm gonna stay up here
and just keep watch

with my eyes. Wait.

I'm sorry.

When you go down there,
take this.

-Just in case.
-Okay, thank you.

What the fuck
is wrong with her?

-Nigga, it's the Adderall.
-I'm on Adderall?

No, baby, you're not on nothing.

Okay.

Stop yelling. Stop yelling.
Stop yelling.

I've been thinking,
they keep locking
the doors on us.

While we got them unlocked,

maybe we should prop them open,
so they don't keep locking 'em.

Right. Great idea. Right.

I'm just gonna...
We just have to...

-I'm gonna need this one.
-Ouch.

Hey, Lisa, he's got a note.

It says,
"You're getting warmer."

Poor Clifton.

"Fatal accident claims life
of local nurse
Lateesha Paine, age 29."

-What?
-"Arrested on the scene,

"Clifton Franklin James

"was driving under the influence
of alcohol and struck Ms. Paine.

"Mr. James is to be arraigned
on manslaughter "

What the hell did he have to do
with this?

-What the fuck?
-What the fuck?

No, no, no.

I got this whole basement
riddled with plastic explosives.

Now, one of you guys move
and poof!

So, if you don't mind,
I think I'll give us
some privacy.

Wait! No! Fuck.

King. Shit. King!
They locked them in.

So, drop your weapons.

Now!

And big guy, do you mind
kicking that over to me?

The crossbow?
Slowly.

I really appreciate it.

Okay.

This is heavy.

Okay.

Wait, Clifton,
you did all of this, why?

I would love
to answer that question, truly.

But in order to do that,

you're gonna have to
play my game.

Hell no.

No, you don't wanna play?
You don't wanna play?

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Come on.

Question one.

Why am I doing this?

Now, listen,

you should be familiar
with the rules by now.

It's been a long night.
Right answers only.

But we don't know.

Wrong answer.

Shit!

So, hey, Dewayne,
the next one won't miss.

Gonna ask you
just one more time.

Question one,
why am I doing this?

The article about
the girl you killed?

Ding, ding, ding, ding.
Good job, Lis.

Good job. All right.

Per the article, that happened
10 years ago tonight.

Question two,

what else happened
10 years ago tonight?

It was, uh...

The what? Come on.

The party. It was the party.
It was the Juneteenth party.

Ding, fucking, ding.

-I remember
you got really drunk.
-Okay.

Lisa and I kept trying
to give your ass shots

but all you wanted to do
was fucking play Spades.

The pot was up
to $1,000 that night

and everybody was acting
fucking crazy.

Yeah, motherfuckers
were fucking tripping.

You know, I was just so excited

to be around people
that looked like me.

And I'll be the first to admit,

I was never the best dancer,
Dewayne,

or the funniest, Shanika,

or the best cheater,
Nnamdi... Relax.

Or whatever you do, Lisa.

-I'm an attorney.
-Congrats.

But you know,
one thing I love
more than all that is games.

Monopoly, chess,
checkers, Connect Four,

whatever you wanna play me in,
I'm a monster at it, you know.

But the one game
I could never,

ever really get a handle on
was Spades.

Because nobody plays
Spades in Vermont!

So, that night I made
one honest mistake.

I thought I was out of clubs.

Oh, shit. Shit.
I remember that.

You fucked around
and you reneged.

And it could have happened
to anybody.

Not to niggas
who know how to play.

It was an honest mistake!

-What you doing?
-Yes!

Motherfucker.

Clifton! I thought he was dead.

I guess he's better at games
than we thought.

It was a simple mistake.

A mistake that
you all couldn't let go.

You turned it
into some ultimatum
about how Black I was.

And you laughed at me,
and you attacked me

about my Blackness.

And then you ruined my life.

Everyone gets shit
over Spades,

it's not like
someone revoked your Black card.

No, Lisa, you're incorrect.
That's exactly what you said.

Your exact words. I remember.

You said, "Yeah, nigga,
your Black card's revoked."
That's what you said.

You know, that tracks.

You know, I was really honored
to be your friend, you know.

Until you said what you said.

And then I became
embarrassed, rejected.

And you know what I did?

I drank for the first time
ever that night,

and I drove away
to escape the ridicule.

And I didn't see this woman
in front of me

until her body hit my car.

If he controlling the locks,
who was controlling them
when he was with us?

I served 4 years in jail.

4 years for manslaughter?

That's like, grad school, man.

You know,
I got a little jealous

of seeing the lives
you were living,

the amazing lives
you were living,

because my life got taken away.

Because I wasn't
Black enough for you.

I honestly thought that
those redneck twins

would have gotten the job done,
but they didn't.

I guess cheap labor
is cheap for a reason.

Anyway, I'm gonna
kill you guys now,

and I'm gonna dispose
your bodies the same way

I did Morgan and Shawn's,
in the well.

-Nigga!
-Nigga!

Nigga indeed.

-Got it.
-Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

-I don't know which one...
I don't know which one.
-Try that one.

How about once and for all
we find out

which one of you
is the Blackest?

I'm gonna call this round,
Black Sophie's Choice.

And remember,
you brought this on yourselves.

You know, for a moment,
I actually thought

maybe you changed, maybe,

until you sent me out to die.

And why?
Because I wasn't Black enough?

It was mainly
just the Trump thing.

Shut up!

Lisa, pick! Who is the Blackest?

And remember, the one you choose
is gonna die.

We're not playing your game,
you just gonna kill us anyway.

- So, just do it.
- Fuck your game, bruh.

I actually think
we should keep playing.

You know what,
I'm with Shanika
and Nnamdi.

At this point,
you've been fucking
with us

-this entire night.
-That's right.

So, your non-Black, coon,
MAGA ass can kiss

- my Black ass.
- As a matter of fact...

- Do you trust me?
- With my life.

Okay,
then play the game.

...your little
ass crossbow.

I should flick your little ass
across this goddamn basement.

Okay,
I'll play your game.

Wait, what? Baby, what?

Lis, how the fuck you just gon'
change your mind like that?

I'll play your game.

Yes!
Finally, we have a competitor.

Now, go ahead, choose.

Which one's the Blackest?

-I choose myself.
-Wait, baby, what?

What? No, that's not what I...
What I said.

I said choose one of them,
one of them.

Choose one of them!
Go! Now!

Those are the fucking rules,
Lisa! Pick!

Psst. Nnamdi.

- You talking to me?
- Yes.

- Yo, this is trippy.
- I didn't think

this mind talking worked
for the guys,
but go ahead.

I need you
to hit him low.

Wait a minute.
What?

I said hit him low
and I'm gonna hit him high.

Choose one of them!
Choose one of 'em!

Choose one of 'em, Lisa!

He's crazy.
Are you sure?
Yes, nigga. I'm sure.

You heard me,
I choose myself.

Okay.
- I refuse to play
your game.

Wait,
did you hear all of that?

Yes,
motherfucker, I did.

Oh...

You done
fucked up now!

You guys just gave away
the only thing
you had going for you.

And that was
the element of surprise.

It's fine, Dewayne.
It's okay.

Because luckily,
I still have mine.

No, no, no!

-Shit!
-Oh, my God!

No, no, let him bleed.

Let him go!
Let him go!

-Let him bleed. Okay?
-Fuck you.

Lisa, I don't think
you've fully grasped the gravity
of this situation.

So, I'm going to repeat myself
one last time.

Which one of your friends
is the Blackest?

I, I...

You can try two at a time.

What was that?
Hey.

I got... Stay right there.
Stay right there!

Oh! No! Oh, my...

Okay. Time out.

-What the fuck?
-Watch my ear! Let go!

Shoot him!

-Shoot who?
-Him!

-Shoot him!
-Who's him?

-Shoot him, Shanika!
-Nigga, it's dark!

-The one on the left.
-The one on the right!

Wait, who's on the right
and who's on the left?

- To the left!
- Your right.

- My right?
- Your left!

Dewayne,
I don't wanna shoot you.
Say something gay.

Bitch, that is offensive.
How fucking dare you?

Got it!

You're gay?

-Wait, wait, wait.
-What, what?

I don't know.
I can't see anything.

Yes, motherfucker!
Yes.

-Okay, come on,
-we fucking did it.
-Let's get it!

-Fuck,
wait a minute! Damn!
-Fuck.

Ain't that some poetic
fucking justice.

I guess he's not doing too well.

-Dewayne.
-You see what I did there?

Somebody's dead, nigga.

-That's a good kick, bruh.
-Thanks.

Told you we'd handle it.

-There is an arrow, it's okay.
-I'm sorry.

We did it. We survived.

-So, what do we do now?
-Call the cops?

Oh, shit!

Hey, but for real, though.

We can always call
and act like White women.

Mmm.

When they get here
expecting Hannah, Kailey
and Kimberley

and see our Black asses
and it's bang, bang, then what?

You right.

Any other ideas
on how to get help

without getting shot
in the process?

I got it. I'm a genius.

So, why did we decide
to do this?

Oh, because firemen won't
shoot you. You see?

It's called beating the system.

I know I'm high as fuck,

but, nigga, did you change
your clothes?

Yes, I did! The news might come.
We might be on TV.

As a highlighter?

Oh, shit.

Dewayne,
you was right. Here they
come now.