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♪ Tubi, Tubi

(dramatic music)

(fire crackling)

(birds chirping)

- Oh, mm.

Oh.

Oh god.

Okay. All right. (peaceful music)

Mm.

Mm.

(dramatic music) (water dripping)

(person screams)

(intense music)

(upbeat music)

♪ Morning comes and I'm seeing it ♪

You know what? This is actually just a lot.

You know, I can't even think straight.

Like I feel so overwhelmed. - Babe. Babe.

- I don't even- - Come on.

- It cannot be that bad.

- Hell no. Yes it can be.

It is worse actually. Way worse.

- Okay, well why did you make Angel your maid of honor?

If you notice she don't get along

with none of the bridesmaids.

- I mean, she's always been a good friend,

from middle school to med school.

She's always been there for me, you know.

All right?

Damn it.

- What? What's up? - She's here.

- Here we go.

- Hey girl. - Hey boo. I'm outside.

- Okay, gimme like five more minutes?

- Okay so add that with CP time and it's gonna be like what?

20, 25 minutes. - Whatever. Bye girl.

I'll see you in a minute.

- I crack myself up, girl I'll see you in a second.

(phone buzzing)

- [Phone] Hello, my name is Lisa

and I'm calling with the debt collection agency.

- I don't have it.

Hey y'all, good morning. It's your girl Angel here again.

Reporting live from my brand new whip

that I just got from the dealership.

Y'all I'm sitting out here waiting on my best friend.

We finna go to her bachelorette party, okay? Okay.

Anyways, as always, I will check in with y'all later. Okay.

Sending updates. Mwah. (laughs)

- What's wrong? What did she say?

What's up?

- You do know that the other girls

already beat us there right.

- Yeah. - And on top of that,

I didn't get to go to my nail appointment

and my nails are in shambles.

You know what? I know what I'm gonna do.

This is way too much for me.

I'm overwhelmed, stressed, can't even think straight.

I'm canceling, not going.

Rescheduling. - No, no, no, no.

- And on top of that, I can't even find my flat iron,

that has to be a sign, right?

So I'm definitely not.

- Hey, hey, hey you're not canceling anything.

And that's non-negotiable.

- Yes I am. Yes I am.

Have you ever heard of the Burnt Toast Theory?

This definitely has to be what that is?

- Yes I have actually. And this isn't that.

It's nowhere near that. This is your day.

All right?

- Hold on, about damn time.

- Hey girl, I'm here. - Where she go?

- Okay, y'all look who it is.

It's Mrs. Future Bride to be and her future Hubby I guess.

- Hey. Hey man, look, I don't wanna be on that man.

Get both of us.

I don't want stupid followers to know where we stay at.

- Stupid?

- Y'all, ignore him. Okay?

Anyways, we are about to go hang out

at this cute little mansion

and we're gonna hang out with Joi's cute,

basic little friends.

But we are going to get drunk and have a great time.

Now do you have any words of wisdom, Ms. Bride To Be?

- Come on. We're late.

- Not we're late.

Anyways y'all know I'm gonna keep y'all updated,

so just stay tuned okay?

Only 9,000 views.

- Only 9,000? - Babe, don't start.

You know how she is Anyways, miss Mia,

when did you get this?

It's nice. Expensive. - Thank you.

I rented it for the weekend.

- Okay. - Whatever.

Just to make sure that you take care of my baby.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, we're running late.

- Oh wait, hold on one second. I forgot my flat iron, y'all.

Hold on, I'll be right back. Right back.

One second.

- So are you gonna tell her the truth or am I?

- Now you know that would absolutely kill her

if she found out about that.

- Which is why she deserves to know what happened.

After the party, I'm telling her.

- Well what do I have to do to change your mind?

- Looks like we're gonna have to negotiate a price

for our little secret.

- Yeah.

- Alright, let's get this show on the road.

I got my flat iron. - You good?

- Yes, I got everything.

- All right. - Thanks babe.

- You're welcome.

Text me when you get there. - I will.

- All right.

(bouncy music)

- Good afternoon, queen.

I said hello. Hello?

Hi. How are you?

- Good. Setting up.

- Per usual Angel's running late.

She's got Joi with her, so I wanted

to have something together before she got here.

How's your yoga studio coming along?

- Beautifully.

You know we have our grand opening in a few weeks.

You know you're invited.

It's just what the theme is pink.

- Okay. I wear pink sometimes.

- Okay. Anyways.

How's working at the morgue going?

Your family still owns that funeral home, right?

- Yeah, actually, you know it's flu season

so business is booming.

- Wow, well I'm gonna head up to my room.

- Upstairs to the right.

- Thanks.

I don't mean to ask, but how's everything going with rehab?

- It's been rough.

It's five months since my last relapse,

but I'm good now and just taking it one step at a time.

- Good. Take it easy this weekend.

- I said I'm clean.

- Right.

(upbeat rock music)

- Welcome back to the scoop with your girl Angel Williams.

As always, y'all know I'm giving y'all the latest gossip

and would y'all believe that we caught Erin Jones

sleeping around with the one and only Miss Bianca Lee?

Honey, I know, I know.

- A million views.

- It's all right. - All right?

Girl where do you find this information at any way?

What are you like TMZ or something?

- I am a journalist.

I can find anything.

Are you excited?

- Honestly, no.

I don't know.

Maybe my mind will change once I actually get there.

- Yeah, you are gonna have a great time.

I'm gonna make sure of it. Okay, period.

- Angel, can I ask you a question?

- Of course girl, I gotta answer.

- Why do all the other girls

have like this weird problem with you?

- Girl, they got problems with themselves

and they take it out on me.

Okay, I told you this once and I'm gonna tell you again.

You don't need those friends.

Not a single one of them have your best interests at heart.

Trust me.

- That's crazy,

'cause they actually say the same thing about you.

- I bet they do. (both laughing)

- You are crazy. You know that.

- Oh my gosh.

- Hey, how's your sister and your mom?

- My sister's all right.

She said that she couldn't make it though.

My mom, not so much.

- You wanna talk about it?

- Not right now.

- Okay. - Thanks though.

(upbeat electronic music)

- Lord. You call that a rap album.

Not even an album, anyway.

Nice looking place.

Gotta get the trunk, yes.

Hello? Can you help me with my bag?

- Here's the tip.

Quit your day job. That's the tip.

(wheels rattling)

Oh God, all I wanna know is

who plans a bachelor party in the middle of nowhere?

Come on now. Who does that?

And I just got word that we are not having strippers.

Oh, come on now.

If Angel really knew how to plan a bachelorette party,

we could have been in Miami at one of my properties.

Oh, I would've had dingling hanging

from the ceiling like a pendulum.

Oh, there goes one, there goes another.

I'm getting sleepy and tired and thirsty.

I want, is anybody else thirsty?

- Nice to see you too, Katrina.

- I love you Boca. Where's my room?

- Upstairs to the left.

- Thank you Darth Vader.

- Well take a look on the bright side.

We're all back together again for a very important person

that we all love.

Let's just make sure we're channeling our energy for peace

and not war while we're here.

- Tell that to Angel. - Good talk.

I'm sorry, Is anyone gonna help me break my bags?

- Katrina. - I'll do it.

- This house of Java would go good with some cupcake.

- Hurry up Morgan. - Julia.

- Almost on her way. - Would you shut up and help?

- [Katrina] I did help. I said left, I said right.

- Girl. - Finally have arrived.

- Oh! - You have arrived!

- You're late. - Hey, really?

I had noticed.

- Hi babe. - You look so beautiful.

You're gonna make an amazing wife.

- Thank you. Stop being dramatic.

Okay? Oh my gosh, you guys.

And it looks so beautiful in here. Thank y'all so much.

I really appreciate it.

- Thank you. We're still working on it.

But we're gonna get you together, I promise.

- Speaking of together, honey, where are the shots?

Where are the festivities?

- Okay, I just got here.

- I'm gonna explain everything,

but can I put my things down first?

- All right, put it down.

- You know what? You're right.

Let's just take this toast, 'cause Katrina could use five.

- Clearly, clearly. - Jesus.

All right, let's make a toast to a beautiful weekend.

- I'll keep my water for now. I wanna start drinking later.

- Are you serious? - Are you okay?

- Yes. - Girl.

- Boo. - Boo me all you want,

my boundaries stand firm. - Girl, whatever.

- Anyways, to putting our differences aside

and celebrating my best friend getting married.

Let's make a toast to a beautiful girl's weekend. Okay.

To Joi. - [All] To Joi!

- Yeah there we go, okay!

Cheers, clink, clink, clink.

- That's so good.

- All right y'all, I'm gonna go upstairs

to my room and I'll be back down in a minute.

- Okay? - Wait, wait, wait.

Before you all get settled in,

I wanna make sure we all meet in Joi's room

so we can get to the festivities.

We are starting with wine and sip.

- Oh, okay. - Yes.

And I'm gonna gonna start now,

have Morgan loose up that bottle.

- Hand me that. - Stop.

- Okay.

- Angel, be nice. - They call this nice.

- [Joi] Oh my God. Stop it, girl.

- Hello?

- [Phone] You're two months behind on the rent, Angel.

- Look, I'm gonna have the money to you asap.

- [Phone] You said that two months ago.

- I'm sorry that I've been behind,

but just trust me, I'm going to get it

taken care of. - By Monday, okay?

- Okay.

- Hey everybody. Angel here.

I just wanted to get on live real quick

and show y'all my outfit of the day.

Okay? Period.

Look y'all, I just got this brand new designer bag,

which by the way cost a fortune,

let me tell you.

(phone ringing)

- Hey. - Well?

You all settled in? Everything going good?

- Yeah, we actually just got here.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

- [Joi] Yeah, Jordan, I said I'm okay.

- Okay. Alright.

Well I'm gonna call, check on you,

make sure everything is all right.

If you need anything, please let me know, okay?

I love you.

- I love you too.

(Joi sighs)

(phone ringing)

- Hey baby.

Yeah, I talked with Joi.

So she doesn't know about us, and she won't.

I'll make sure of that.

All right, all right I'll talk to you in a bit.

(dramatic music)

(Zoe knocking)

- Knock, knock can I come in?

- No. I'm just kidding, girl, come in.

- Is everything okay? Your energy seems off.

- What? Really?

No, girl. Everything is fine, girl.

I am ready to turn up with my friends,

about to have a great weekend.

Get me a little drinky drink or two.

Because I definitely need one of those.

- Whatever it is. You know, you can talk to me?

- Zoe, I don't want to get married anymore.

- [Angel] I play with y'all. I gotta go.

But as always, stay tuned.

Okay, mwah.

- So fake.

Come in. Ooh.

Wow. Nice live.

So interesting.

Expensive cars, luxury jewelry, designer purses.

Even the one you brought for me last week

you never gave back.

Does your internet family know that you blackmail people

to keep up with your little lifestyle?

Oh, you, you keep that part out?

Girl let's go live from the deeds.

- You know what? That's a good idea.

I think we should go live.

Because I was actually wondering,

does your job know that you are the CFO

of a Fortune 500 company

who so happens to embezzle money from their charity events

to pay off her gambling debts?

Or did you leave that part out?

- Gimme my phone. - Okay.

Anyways, there's been a change of plans.

I need my money sooner.

- Angel, I've already given you hush money.

- Yes, I know that. And I need more.

And I need it by Monday.

- I'm not giving you any money by Monday.

- Okay, well that's fine.

I'll just call the person that I hired

and have them blast all your records.

So then the news will find out

and my podcast of course will find out.

And oh, Joi will find out

that you had her speaking at those events.

That'll be perfect. I like that idea better.

Let's do that.

- Okay, fine. I'll do it.

(suspenseful music)

Why are you doing this to us?

We haven't done anything to you. Nothing.

- I told Joi to watch out for each and every one of you.

Everybody here has a secret

and I'm gonna get down to the bottom of all of y'all.

- Hey baby, what? What should I do?

She's a journalist.

Okay, well, whatever we're gonna do, we need to do it fast.

I want her dead. Yeah.

Because the more she stays alive,

she's going to keep ruining my life.

Okay.

Okay baby. I love you too, bye.

Oh! I thought it was Halloween.

How long have you been standing here?

- I was just coming to check in.

- Oh, with your ear pressed against my door, Maleficent?

Listen, I don't know what you heard in here,

but if you repeat that to anybody,

Angel will be the least of your worries.

- Sending death threats to a mortician?

Pretty ballsy, isn't it?

- Oh honey, we all know you're not a mortician.

My father used to buy drugs from your uncle.

- Vodka's still your favorite drink, right?

This is gonna be a fun weekend.

- God. (door slamming)

(suspenseful music)

- Zoe?

- I'll be right there.

- [Angel] Just reminding you,

we have wine and sip in 30 minutes.

- I said I'll be right there. (suspenseful music continues)

- Okay, take your time.

(door slamming) (suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

Too easy.

(suspenseful music continues)

A car accident with the Reed family.

Eye witness disappears,

fails to appear in court,

rumored to have been paid off.

Uh uh uh. (suspenseful music continues)

(toilet flushing)

(Angel gasps)

- What are you doing in my room.

- Oh girl, I was just reminding you.

We have wine and sip in a few.

- Okay, can you please get out?

- Okay.

(people laughing)

- Oh my God. Are you ready for your big day?

I know you're gonna look so good in your dress.

- She really is. - Oh.

- Oh my God, I remember what I used to be that size.

- Beautiful. - Had color TV.

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

- You don't sound too excited. - At all.

- You are finally about to marry the love of your life.

- I love him, you guys. Believe me, I do.

But... - But what?

- Chill.

- I am not sure about walking down the aisle anymore.

- Oh, I know I didn't drive the way out here

for this nonsense.

- I was telling her earlier to give it some thought,

'cause Jordan is such a great guy.

- Yeah, he seems like it.

Look, y'all need to hold on to these good men

because I hear that the dating pool is full of piss.

Just get you a decent man

and settle for Mr. Good Enough.

- Right? - What?

- Yes. Mhm. - Right.

- Mr. Good enough?

- That sounds like a nightmare.

- You know what sounds like a nightmare? Dying alone.

- Ending up with somebody that you call Mr. Good enough

is dying alone.

- My mother died alone and she was miserable.

- Well, who's happy about dying?

- I mean, my thing is, you guys, like, we've been together

for a few years and I'm already feeling like this.

- I don't get it.

I mean, you two used to be on social media.

You're always on there laughing,

joking, doing all the things.

- Yeah, that's, that's only for social media.

- Listen, Joi, I think you just need to do

whatever makes you happy.

And girl, be careful who you take advice from

during the process.

- I'm sorry, Pippi Long Stockings, are you married?

- No.

- Well, I am. 10 years.

- Happily? - Yes, happily.

- Really? - Really.

And okay, listen, I'm not saying that I'm happy 24/7,

but marriage is about commitment, sacrifice,

and selflessness.

- Oh, okay. It's the army then.

- Can you shut up.

- Yeah, well I want both, you guys.

I want the fairytale marriage.

I mean, maybe I'm asking for too much,

but I want the sacrifice.

I want the happiness, and I want the commitment.

Yeah, sure, it'll have its ups and downs,

but I just really need somebody that I can trust.

And now I, I just feel like I'm into deep,

like everything's caving in on me, you know, like,

I, I just feel so overwhelmed.

And now I'm sitting here at this house,

at this expensive party with this expensive wine

about to marry a man who comes home smelling like perfume.

- What? - Joi.

- Oh, honey. - No.

'Cause you two told her to stick with him.

- I didn't know. I didn't.

- Stop. - I'm sorry.

- Ain't no way you guys, this is a lot for me right now.

Can we please just regroup in the morning?

- Yeah. You know what, yes.

Let's call it tonight ladies. Okay?

And we'll prepare for a better day tomorrow, okay?

- Yeah.

- Gonna be alright. You'll see.

- Can I come in?

- I just want to be alone. Please.

- Be right down the hall.

- Hello?

- Hello. - Has there been any updates

since we last spoke?

- Yeah, I have some bad news.

Your fiance has frequently been in contact with a few women.

We have pictures, text messages, records,

and these individuals you know very well,

and I believe to be in your vicinity.

- In my close vicinity?

Oh, oh can you at least give me a name?

- I'll not be disclosing any name over the phone.

I've sent you an email message.

(keys clacking)

- I knew it.

I knew it. (laptop thuds)

- Hey. - Hey sis.

I'm sorry I missed your call.

What's going on?

- Angel, I need help with Mom.

- More help. I just sent you money the other day.

- Well, she got worse and I'm behind on bills.

It has taken a lot to take care of her.

Listen, I can't keep looking at her like this.

You should see her.

She can barely even breathe on her own,

and at this point, we need to just get a caretaker.

- Okay? I'll get you some more money soon.

I'm at Joi's party, so it might be a minute,

but I'll hit you up tomorrow.

- Where? - At this mansion

in the middle of nowhere.

- Okay. Send me a location. - Okay? Will do.

- All right.

(mom coughing) (somber music)

- Zoe? What's wrong?

- Nothing. - Are you serious?

Come on, you can tell me. It's Angel, isn't it?

- No.

- I knew it. It's Angel.

Okay. What she do?

- I'm pregnant.

- Congratulations.

You not happy? - No.

I haven't really been making the best choices lately.

And long story short, I don't think it's his.

- Zoe, you've gotta be kidding me.

- I know, but you can't tell anybody.

- I won't. - Especially Joi.

- Wait, why not Joi?

- I just don't wanna stress.

- Hey ladies. - Hi.

- I thought I heard you two in here.

- Everything okay? - Yeah, everything's fine.

- Okay. You sure? - Yes.

- Yep. All is well. - Okay, well remember,

downstairs. - Okay, we'll be right there.

- See you in a minute. - Okay, see ya.

- We'll talk later. - Okay.

- Ladies, time to get this party started.

- Here we go. - Lord,

I wonder how this is gonna go.

- Girl. - Not here.

- Come on over to the table.

- Your friend. - Come on over to the-

- We are going.

Okay, before we get started,

I want everyone to put their phones away.

- Oops.

- Absolutely not. - I'm surprised

you going through with this.

- This was Joi's idea. - Oh, thank you Joi.

- Guilty. - Let's do it.

The frequencies in our phones are not healthy

for the chemistry brainwaves anyway.

- That part and you guys this weekend is supposed

to be about all of us bonding.

You know, no phones, no social media, Angel,

no distractions. - No thank you.

- Come on you guys please. For me, just until tomorrow.

- Alright. If you insist.

- I'll start. - Thank you.

- Morgan.

- You got it. - Thanks friend.

- I don't know about y'all, but I don't trust

Angel with our phones.

- I don't trust her. Period.

- Right. - Come on y'all.

I'm sure when this weekend is over,

we will all be the best of friends.

- Oh right.

All right. All right.

Now let's get this party started for real.

- Yay.

- Let me tell you the itinerary for today.

We're gonna start off with a spa day.

- Relaxing.

- But when the day turns to night,

we gonna turn it up a notch. - Okay!

- Games drinking karaoke.

- Okay. - More drinking.

- Thank you. - Of course, but not yet.

- Alcoholic. - And, and a surprise.

- Strippers? - No.

- Just want strippers, so bad, so bad.

- Absolutely not. - Anyways.

Who has the music. - A question?

- Oh, that would be me. - Oh, anyone but her, honey.

- No.

- I have a great taste in music.

- I work out. - Before it starts.

- Sorry.

- I just have a little something.

- Cute.

- Come on. Stand up.

Put this on.

- Oh, Zoe, you shouldn't have, friend.

- It's cute. Turn around.

Show 'em the back. Show 'em the back.

Come on bestie.

Show it to us.

- Now that's hilarious. - Maybe.

- And everybody has to put these on.

- Oh honey, do say it's silk. - Just wear it.

- Come on. - Let's do a toast.

- Yes please. - Yes.

(upbeat electronic music)

- To Joi! - To us!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

(upbeat electronic music continues)

(upbeat electronic music continues)

- Can I help you? - Can we talk over there?

- What the hell do you want?

- Listen, I know we haven't been the best of friends lately.

- We've never been friends.

- My mom is sick

and I was just wondering if you had any advice

on any home remedies or even loans,

I mean, I know you own multiple businesses-

- Angel. - So-

- I don't want anything to do with you.

I'm sorry about your mom, but that's not my problem.

- Please Zoe. I'm in a tough spot.

- Not my problem.

- How do you hide it so well?

- Hide what?

- The accident.

Must be nice to have a father

who can make all your little problems go away.

- Excuse me? I don't know what you're talking about.

- Don't play dumb with me. I read the extortion letter.

- Did Joi tell you-

- Ah, ah, ah, Joi has nothing to do with this.

Took a little peek at your laptop.

- So that's why you were in my room.

You know, I don't recall giving you permission

to put your dirty hands on my belongings-

- Dirty?

That's a bold statement coming from someone

who unalived a member of the Reed family,

and then use daddy's little hush money to cover her tracks.

I mean, I must say I am impressed,

but that's not why I'm here.

You have something that I want.

- And that is?

- $30,000 wired to my account by Monday.

(Zoe laughing)

- I am sorry to break it to you sis, but I don't have it.

- Girl, please.

I've seen how much money your dad has invested

in your new yoga studio.

500,000?

I'm only asking you for 30 and I'm doing you a favor.

- You're doing me a favor.

That money doesn't belong to you.

How about this? Go ahead, do it.

Take this to your little podcast. Tell 'em all about it.

'Cause you know what I've healed now.

I've made peace with it.

- And I bet the Reed family has made peace with it too.

At this point, what has done to me is what I deserve.

- Oh, how noble of you.

Maybe you're not as bad as I thought after all.

Well, I guess there's nothing really left for us

to discuss than this there.

- I guess not.

- Okay.

- [Recording] Take this to your little podcast,

tell 'em all about it,

'cause you know what I've healed now.

- Stop.

- [Recording] I've made peace with-

- Stop. Fine.

I'll get you your little money.

But you better know that karma,

it's coming back to you.

I can feel it already.

- And yours has already arrived.

Monday, don't be late. (somber music)

- Everything okay? - Everything's fine.

- Okay.

(person knocking)

- [Morgan] Hey, got a second?

- Yeah, come in.

- So kind of have some news.

- Oh, what's wrong? You are not pregnant, are you?

- Me pregnant?

- You're right about that. Sorry.

Forgot who I was talking to for a second.

- I was gonna wait until the end of the weekend,

but I got some news this week.

The bank approved my loan.

I'm gonna open up my own funeral home.

- What? Congratulations.

- Really? - Yeah.

I am so proud of you.

- Thanks. I'm glad someone is.

- My dad wasn't too happy about me not picking up

the family business.

But you know, I am so sick and tired of the family business.

I just want my own life. You know?

I mean, who knows?

Maybe I could be normal like you or something.

Do something with my life other than just bouncing back

and forth between rehabs.

- Well you know what, Morgan, this is your opportunity

to do just that.

Now you get your big like fresh start

and maybe a whole new life.

I mean, it could be our big first start.

Look, Joi, you don't have to marry some guy

that makes you wonder if you're gonna be happy

or not for the rest of your life.

Do you really wanna end up like Katrina?

You've overcome harder things. I mean, you're a doctor.

You got this.

- Thank you Morgan.

I guess I have some tough decisions to make.

- Well we can make 'em together.

- Thanks.

- Good night.

(peaceful music)

(all cheering) (upbeat electronic music)

- Ladies and gentlemen!

Let's introduce the one and only bride to be!

♪ Magic in a tight dress

♪ Showing off things

♪ Playing double time

(friends chattering) (upbeat music continues)

♪ Ah-ha-ah

♪ Ah-ha-ah

♪ When did this get so important ♪

(all laughing)

- All right, ladies, let's play never ever have I ever.

- That is so childish. - Okay.

- Anyway, Joi, you can go first.

- Wait, we really playing this?

- Yes. - Yeah.

- Duh, girl.

- Anyways, let me think. Oh, I have a good one.

Never have I ever had a threesome.

(all laughing)

- What? - You did.

- You didn't tell me about this.

- You know about this.

- I was young.

I just believe you have to spice it up a little bit.

- Oh. - Even though,

I spiced it up last week.

(all cheering)

- You know too much.

- For real. - It couldn't be me.

- Or me at all.

- Okay okay okay, I gotta get that image outta my mind.

Zoe, your turn.

- Okay. Never have I ever seen a dead body.

- Really?

- Morgan, I understand you.

Joi, you've seen that.

Yeah. When I was younger I watched my grandfather pass.

- Joi I'm so sorry. - Yeah, it's alright.

It's okay. Yeah, I'm okay.

Really? Thank you. - What?

It's a natural part of life.

You live and then you die. Like.

- All right, easy Edward Scissorhands.

- Anyway, Katrina, it's your turn.

- Oh, okay. Oh, okay.

Never have I ever given a damn about a celebrity's life

because I got my own.

Drink up!

(people laughing)

- That's shady anyway.

- It's my turn, right?

- Yes. Your turn.

- Never have I ever stolen money from a children's charity.

- Drink up. - I am confused.

- Oh, I'm sure a lot of people were confused.

- Wait a minute, Katrina.

What? What is she talking about?

- I don't know, she's about to stop talking

because I'm- - Hey, hey, hey!

- No! - Angel.

- Can I skip a turn?

- No, it's actually Morgan.

- Never have I ever faked to social media,

like I had money but was broke as a joke in real life.

- Here we go.

- Are you sure you want do this?

- I don't care.

- Can I skip a turn?

- No.

- Never have I ever been the cause of a hit and run.

- Oh wow. - What? Huh?

- Neither have I. - Why are you lying?

- Never have I ever slept around on the scene.

- Please, you wouldn't even know what the scene,

was settling for Mr. Good enough.

(all yelling)

- Let's play. Let's play.

They wanna do it, we can get straight to it.

Never have I ever called my best friend's man

behind her back.

- What is she talking about? - I heard her in the bathroom

on the phone with someone that sounds like your fiance.

- Angel?

- No, no, no.

She is pointing the finger at me

when she is the problem here.

Don't believe her.

As a matter of fact, I found a lot of interesting things

about her around this house.

- Here we go. - Pictures on her laptop.

A pregnancy test.

We both know the truth here, Zoe. So care to explain?

Of course not.

- I can't keep pretending like I enjoy being around her.

It's throwing me off.

- Zoe, where are you even going? It's late.

- I got a ride here. I'll get a ride back.

- So exactly what was she talking about downstairs?

- Look, I'll explain it later.

I just need to go grab my phone.

- So you are really just not gonna tell me what happened.

- We'll have this conversation another day,

'cause it's gonna be a long one.

- Whatever. - Stop!

(both yelling)

- What happened? - What did you think happened?

- [Speaker] Where do you think the circuit breaker is?

- [Speaker] I was down here earlier.

I think it's to the left.

- Okay, let's go. - Oh my God.

- What? - Help me.

- What's happening? - Angel, where are you?

I can't see you. - What's happening?

- Get off of me, ow! - Zoe, is that you?

- Yeah, I fell. - Angel. Angel.

Are you okay? Look, Angel, I need you to answer me.

I found it.

- Oh gotcha. - Oh my God.

- Oh my God.

Y'all should have seen your faces.

Angel, Angel, no!

- It's not funny at all. Excuse me.

- That was hilarious. You need to grow up.

- Oh, it was a joke.

- You know I'm starting to understand

why everyone hates you.

- I did my research on you.

- You don't know me. - I don't.

Your family has a lot of money, which is interesting,

because the funeral business is booming,

but it ain't all that.

- I'm not giving you any money.

You might be able to blackmail them,

but I don't give a damn.

- And I don't need a damn or a dime from you,

I looked up your background, okay?

You've been through enough already.

I mean rehab on and off for years. Heroin, pills.

You come from a lineage of addicts and dealers,

but then you open up the funeral home

and suddenly everything goes silent.

Your uncle is in jail for drug trafficking. Am I right?

- That's none of your business.

And I won't be entertaining you

for your little podcast either.

- I always wondered how y'all kept it up for so long.

You know, Frank Lucas,

one of the most iconic drug handlers in Harlem.

That man is an intelligent dude.

And you know how he used to ship his drugs, don't you?

This conversation is over.

- Through caskets.

(door slamming)

(phone buzzing)

- [Voicemail] Hello you've reached Dr. Joi Brooks.

I'm sorry I missed your call,

but if you leave me a detailed message-

- Hello, I have more important information for you.

Please call me back.

(zipper rasping)

(person knocking)

- Yes? - I need my phone.

- I made a deal with Joi, unplugged until tomorrow.

- Change of plans.

Go ahead, try it. (objects clattering)

Tomorrow morning.

(door slamming)

(dramatic music)

- My name is Angel Williams.

(water splashing) (dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

(Joi screams)

- Angel, Angel, Angel, please Wake up.

Angel.

- what happened? Oh my God.

- What's wrong?

- You just found her like this?

- Yes, I just came here and used the bathroom

and I found her today.

- Wait, what?

- [Joi] Oh god, Angel. No.

(pills rattling)

oh god.

- Anxiety medication?

- She probably put her drugs in there.

- These are the same ones I saw her taking the other night.

- No way. No way.

I had never seen her take a single drug in her life.

This won't...

- Okay. - There's no way.

- Listen, we need to find our phones.

Somebody needs to call the police.

- They were in her room. - Okay, I'll go look.

- Thank you. - Joi, Joi.

Breathe, okay, breathe.

- Feel like I'm gonna throw.

- Wait, did you see this?

- Oh no. Are you serious?

Look at this. Look.

Oh my God. - Did you break this open?

- They were already like it. - Do you think she did this?

- How, when she had the key,

so she smashed our phones and then overdosed?

- Everybody take a step back. - Yeah, but we didn't-

- I said back up! - Whoa.

- Joi.

- Something about this is not right.

- Every single one of you had a problem with her.

- She had a problem with us.

- Yeah, but somehow she's the one dead.

- Yeah, well, I think Katrina did it.

- Excuse me. - You heard me?

I ever heard her the other day

saying that she wanted her dead.

And when I caught her, she threatened me too.

- Okay, yeah, but that doesn't mean I wanted to murder

this little girl.

- Then why pose it- - You are the last person

who has room to talk.

These are pills. Didn't you just get out of rehab?

- That's a good point. - Those didn't come from me.

Look, before I went to sleep,

I heard Katrina and Angel arguing.

- That's a lie. That's a lie.

- You literally sit in the corner the entire day

and watch her every move.

Now all of a sudden you wanna play detective?

- I'm not buying this. - Oh no. I'm not a detective.

I just so happen to have seen more dead bodies

than you have customers.

In that sorry excuse for a yoga studio.

- I've had enough! - Zoe no. Please.

- Not so namaste now, are we?

- You don't know me.

- You are right. I don't know you.

But I do know when someone's been murdered.

And you know, come to think about it.

I also know when someone stormed out upset

with Angel during spa time.

Care to explain?

- Okay, whatever Wednesday,

how do you know all this information?

- Because she planned the whole thing.

- I'm an observer who doesn't trust any of you.

Clearly for obvious reasons.

- You know what, everybody just shut up.

I'm done with this conversation.

Now I'm gonna grab her keys

and I'm gonna go find her some help.

(footsteps thumping)

Joi, wait.

- You okay? - No Morgan, I'm not.

- Look, I hope you don't think it was me.

I know I've been drinking a lot,

but I promise I'm done with drugs.

Wait, Joi, I'm coming with you.

Joi. I said wait!

Joi. Look, you know I hate running.

- Stop following me.

- You cannot drive like this.

- Yes I can. - No you can't.

- No, no.

Morgan.

- I guess we're not going anywhere now.

- Zoe, she was blackmailing you too?

- Yeah. - Aren't you kind of,

you know? - What?

- You know like... - No, I don't know.

- Happy this happened. - What?

- Oh, come on. She was gonna ruin our lives.

- Yeah, that doesn't mean she deserved to die.

- I just believe in what goes around comes around.

Anyway, you want a drink? No?

I'll just get myself one.

- Oh my God, Morgan?

- What? - Morgan?

- What? - It's her sister.

- Her sister? - Yes.

- What is she doing here? - I don't know.

Angel probably invited her. We're all so close, Morgan.

What am I gonna tell her? - Okay.

You are going to calm down

and focus up because here she comes.

- Okay. - Surprise!

- I'm gonna go and try and find some help.

You got this. - Wait no!

- Hello, Angel told me all about the party,

but I had to take care of my mom,

but you know what I said today I'm gonna just come out here

and say congratulations to my baby.

So happy for you.

- Yeah. Thanks girl.

- Pretty. - Thank you.

I need to tell you something.

- Okay, well girl, tell me in the house,

'cause this wind is messing up my hair.

Come on, girl. - Uh...

- Ladies, I'm here!

And I have shots.

And where are the strip-strip-strippers?

Where's my sister, Angel?

Ooh, why y'all looking like that?

Did I walk in on something?

- Erica? - What? Where my sister?

- She's upstairs.

- Okay. Tell my sister to come down.

Y'all acting like somebody died up in here.

(footsteps thumping)

Okay? Where's the shot glasses, girl.

Girl it took me forever to get here.

I couldn't wait to get this drink, hold this.

Girl. Angel, come on down.

We about to pour some shots, girl.

We about to celebrate

because girl, you doing something I will never do.

Girl, get married. Angel, come downstairs, girl.

You know what? Don't worry about it.

I'm gonna go get her.

- Hey Erica. - What?

- Um...

- Oh, Angel got somebody upstairs?

Oh, shoot!

- She's, um...

- She's what?

- Angel is dead.

- Nah, y'all are joking.

No, no, no. Angel?

Angel!

- What?

- Erica, wait!

- Come on.

(footsteps thumping)

- No, no, no, no, no.

Angel, no please wake up, Angel please wake up.

Angel?

What happened?

- I woke up this morning,

I found her in the tub dead.

She took these pills and we sent Morgan to alert neighbor.

- And you didn't call me you? You didn't call me?

- Y'all just standing around here

while my sister was dead in this tub.

- No, I had a drink. - We tried calling the police.

- Somebody smashed our phones.

- My sister been taking these pills that she was a teenager.

- Those are the same pills that she overdosed on.

- No, no, stay, don't, get away from my sister.

One of y'all did this.

My sister ain't never took a single drug a day in her life.

I'm calling the cops. - The cops.

- The cops? - I have to go.

- You got this. - This is it.

(footsteps thumping)

- Yes, officer, I need you to get here quick.

I just found my sister dead in the tub.

Yes, it was Katrina, Zoe, Morgan and Joi.

- Excuse me, excuse me. - Yes, yes.

- Don't you say my name.

- Oh, I'm saying every last one of y'all names.

Because far as I'm concerned,

y'all all accomplices to murder.

- You know what? Uhuh?

I'm leaving. I have nothing to do with this.

I can't afford to get arrested. Excuse me.

Move. - Where are you going?

- Home, y'all can figure this out yourselves.

- Wait a minute, Katrina. You can't leave.

This is literally a crime scene.

- This is not a crime scene.

She did this to herself.

- Stop saying that.

- Oh, I hate to break it to you, Sojourner No-Truth,

but newsflash, your sister was on drugs.

She OD'ed in the bathtub at the bachelorette party.

None of us set her up. Okay?

Now I have a reputation to uphold.

My name cannot be a part of this.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm leaving. I'm packing my stuff.

I'm going home.

(door slamming)

- Erica, I'm really sorry.

I know how hard this must be for you.

Erica, where you going?

Erica? Erica?

Erica, where you going?

(door slamming)

- Okay, where is she going?

Oh, she's going to the car.

You know what happened when people go to the car,

she's going to the car. - Do nothing.

- Katrina, open the door.

- Outta my way, I'm going home.

- Will you wait for me to pack my stuff?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Erica. Erica?

- Have you lost your mind?

- Y'all ain't going nowhere.

(footsteps thumping)

- Come on. - Okay, okay!

- Okay, so lemme get this straight.

My sister overdosed

and then magically smashed all y'all phones.

That sound about right? - Yes.

- Because it don't sound right to me.

Which one of y'all did it?

- You can't just hold us here at gunpoint.

It's illegal. - It's illegal?

You know what else is illegal? Murder.

And y'all not about to sit here

and try to convince me that my sister committed suicide.

You're going to jail and I'm taking one of y'all with me

because I'm gonna get justice for mine.

She ain't going out like that.

- Angel was in a lot of stuff we didn't even know about.

- Yeah, if you go look in her room,

you'll find some weird things in there.

I promise.

- Where is her room?

- Go over there.

- Okay, we need to go now.

(all yelling)

- Who is that? - Jordan?

- Hey.

- Jordan, what doing here?

I've been texting you and calling,

trying to figure out why your phone is on voicemail.

- My name is Angel Williams.

Every single person in this house holds a secret,

especially me.

I don't trust anyone here and neither should anyone else.

I caught Zoe cheating

with my best friend's fiance at their wedding rehearsal.

Instead of telling right away, I decided to blackmail him

for my own benefit first.

Looks like we're gonna have to negotiate a price

for our little secret.

I'm a horrible person, but so? I'm not alone.

Katrina is a thief. Morgan is an addict.

Zoe is a murderer.

I was just trying to protect Joi from people like this,

but I may have taken it too far.

When I fell on hard times,

I just used my investigative skills to get ahead.

But it just may be to my demise.

I've received death threats

from almost everyone in this house.

Please don't let them lie to you.

I did not kill myself.

I didn't drink poison to end my life.

I was murdered.

And someone here is responsible.

- All in the text, everything. - Well I got the story.

- Jordan, I can't explain it to you right now.

We need to go!

- Ah! - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Relax, hey, hey, hey.

- What? - Listen.

I said get up here.

See, I know your secrets.

You've been sleeping with Jordan for months.

- Excuse me.

- Yeah, you heard me, some friend you are.

Some friend you are.

- You wouldn't shoot a pregnant person will you?

- [Erica] Lower face, clean off.

- Okay wait, did she just say pregnant?

- I'm so sorry, Joi. I'm sorry.

- What do you mean you're sorry?

- Seems Zoe been keeping little secrets from us,

and Angel was about to expose her.

So you know what she did?

She switched my sister pills.

See, I went in your room and I found these.

You set my sister up.

- These aren't mine. I didn't do this.

You have to believe me, Joi.

I didn't do this.

- I don't believe anything you tell me.

- Okay, listen babe, I just, I can explain.

- You need to, you need get that gun outta my face.

- We just gonna stand here.

(gun firing)

(all yelling)

- Police, freeze!

- I need everybody step back with your hands up now.

- Drop the gun. - Ma'am,

back away from the body.

(dramatic music)

- This is not fair. This is not fair.

- Ma'am, watch your step.

- I got a statement from all the women,

all the stories went down the same path.

- Good job officer.

- Weirdest bachelorette party I've ever been to.

Two dead bodies and a cheating fiance.

- Yeah, some don't sit right with me either.

You know what, I'm gonna do a second go round,

make sure you ain't miss anything for me, okay?

- Okay. - Alright.

(suspenseful music)

(fabric rustling)

(Jordan knocking)

- Hey, I just,

just wondered if you needed help with anything?

- Nope, I'm gonna get the last my things

and I'll be outta your hair.

- Hey, hey, hey, Joi, just listen, just give me a second.

I'm sorry, okay. I really mean that.

And I know it'll never be enough. Ever.

Look, I was stupid. Okay?

I know that. I really do.

I made a big mistake

and that that same mistake cost me the love of my life

and my best friend. (somber music)

- Goodbye Jordan.

- Joi, listen, I... (somber music continues)

(traffic roaring)

(plastic rustling)

- I'm so sorry, Angel.

If I had known that all you were trying

to do was protect me,

this all would've been different.

I'm here to tell you what really happened.

It wasn't Zoe that switched her pills.

It was me.

At the bachelorette party,

the investigator sent me some pictures,

and they were all of you.

All clues led to you.

The phone records, the conversations, everything.

At the party, I grew even more suspicious.

It wasn't until after you died

that I realized the truth.

(phone buzzing)

- Hello? I have more important information for you.

- It was Zoe.

The crime was already done.

So I did what I had to do.

I framed her.

- See, I went in your room.

I found these.

You set my sister up.

- These aren't mine. I didn't do this.

You have to believe me, Joi.

I didn't do this.

- That's all I need to do.

I am so sorry, Angel.

We were all with the good friends.

I'm so sorry.

Please, please forgive me.

Please forgive me, Angel.

(Joi sobbing)

(somber music)