(dark music)
(downtempo hiphop music)
- Well, thank you.
You know, this has been a 45 minute ride
and you haven't said one word.
Yeah well, you know the other ride share drivers,
I think they talk a little bit too much.
Well you obviously don't have that problem.
Goodnight.
(tense atmospheric music)
(dark foreboding music)
- [Man On TV] Babe?
- [Woman On TV] Uh-huh?
- [Man On TV] Do you think we need to get
a babysitter for Blake?
- [Woman On TV] Baby, I think it's a little
too late for that. - Why do you say that?
- [Woman On TV] Because the girl is almost 21.
Well, she is 21.
Hell, she needs to be the one babysitting.
- [Man On TV] No, no, no.
Come on now.
You know Blake don't like children
like that that need babysitting.
- [Woman On TV] Well she needs to figure out something.
(Linda laughing)
- [Man On TV] Hey, she just told us, what?
Last week she got a new job?
Modeling, or something like that, huh?
- [Woman On TV] She told me that, but I thought
the child was kidding.
I don't really like men looking at her like that.
Ooh.
- [Man On TV] Come on.
Our baby is responsible.
You know she's not gonna be doing
that kind of modeling.
- [Woman On TV] I guess.
Is she up?
- [Man On TV] I doubt it.
I don't hear no music blasting over there.
- [Woman On TV] Yeah, that's true.
I'm gonna go check on her.
- [Man On TV] All right.
- [Woman On TV] Baby, make sure you pack my good stuff.
Okay, my good drawers.
You know, last time you packed them little skimpy things,
and it was okay, but really I don't need
to wear any drawers, I guess.
You know my daddy got that pole in his house.
I can just slide on down it for you.
You know they get paid for that?
I should start getting paid to slide down poles.
- [Man On TV] Babe.
- [Woman On TV] Just let go.
(tense suspenseful music)
- [Man On TV] Come on babe, let's go upstairs.
- [Woman On TV] Can't you see that I'm eating?
- [Man On TV] Shit, that's what I'm trying to do.
You know?
(man moaning)
- [Woman On TV] Stop it.
- [Man On TV] And you love it.
Don't you?
- [Woman On TV] No.
- [Man On TV] Stop playing.
- [Woman On TV] So Jordan.
How long you going to be working
at that flea mart without me?
(dark dramatic music)
(Linda shrieking)
- [Man On TV] I'll work there
just about as long as you keep
doing what you're doing over there,
how about that?
(neck snapping)
- [Woman On TV] Oh you had to go there, huh?
- [Man On TV] Okay baby, look.
If you open up the door, any guy just walked on in.
Besides, man this shit is a temporary gig--
(dark dramatic music)
- [Woman On TV] Is that all you have to say?
- [Man On TV] Shit, I got something hard.
Four years, stop playing with yourself.
(dark tense music)
- Her mama got worried and called the police.
Said they usually talk about 9:30 p.m. every night.
- From the looks of it, she was home alone.
No signs of struggle.
Or another person living here.
- The neighbors, well she has nosy neighbors,
said she went out on a date,
and she lived alone.
- Did the neighbor give you the date's name?
- Andrew Young.
- When we finish here, we need to pay Andrew a little visit.
- Yeah, I agree.
I was upstairs and I saw she was a nurse.
She went to Purview A&M University.
She was just starting her life.
Who would want to kill her?
- I don't know.
But that's what we're gonna find out.
- [Detective Brewster] You want me to knock, or you?
- I'll knock.
Where are you coming from? (knocking on door)
You smell like cigars and liquor.
- From where I want to be.
Where did you come from?
- From the office.
- Clearly.
- You know, I'm not gonna get into this conversation
with you again. (knocking on door)
- Please, not right now.
- Sorry to disturb you, sir.
- It's all right.
- I'm Detective Cruz, and this is my partner
Detective Brewster.
What is your name?
- Andrew.
- Andrew Young?
- Yes.
Andrew Young.
- May we speak to you inside, please?
- Of course.
Come on in.
May I ask what this is all about?
- Well, we work with the homicide division.
- Homicide?
- Correct.
Do you know a Linda King?
- Yes.
We had a dinner date earlier this evening.
- And what time is the date at?
- Around 8:30 p.m.,
and then I came straight home.
Did something happen to Linda?
- She was found murdered in her home a few hours ago.
- What?
Oh my god.
What happened?
- Well that's what we're trying to find out.
You see, the way I see it is
maybe she didn't pay for her food,
or maybe she didn't do something
that you wanted her to do,
so you followed her back to her residence.
- Exactly. - For the paycheck.
- She didn't give it up.
She didn't pay for her food. - Ah.
- So payback. - Let me think about it.
- Right, right.
- So you follow her and kill her.
- Ma'am, sir.
No, no, no!
That's not what happened!
- Well, what happened?
- We had a nice dinner date
at Papa Doe's Seafood.
When the date was almost over,
I invited her back to my place.
She turned me down, and we both went
our separate ways after that.
- So tell me how did you both get home?
- Well, I drove home in my own vehicle,
and she told me that she was waiting
on a ride share, and that they would be
coming to get her shortly.
- And you just left her?
So she don't give it up, she don't pay the bill,
and you just leave her for a ride share?
That's what we doing?
What do you mean, why?
No, this is very relevant.
So this is what we need to take notes.
- Sir, do you have proof of this story
you're trying to get us to believe?
- Shanice?
(soft sultry music)
I called my ex on the way back home
after the date.
Now it is not illegal being a dog, right?
- I ain't mad at you.
- Sorry for the inconvenience.
If you think of anything else,
give us a call.
- [Andrew] Okay, will do.
- We need to check out this ride share.
- You think they know something?
- I'm sure we'll find out.
- Come on.
(man snoring)
(alarm sounding)
- Baby.
Get up.
Get up, it's time to get up.
- How about we get rid of that alarm, then?
You wake me up with some head instead?
- You are so nasty.
Must you start this stuff so early in the morning?
- Hey.
You're the one that got me up, remember?
- A head and breakfast.
The oldest trick in the book.
(both laughing)
- You want a man's soul to vacate.
- Look, how about we save all this freaky stuff
for the weekend?
I'm sure Paul and Amanda have a ton of things
for us to do.
- Wait, we're sleeping in the cabin.
Other than starting wood fires and fishing,
what else is there to do?
- Shit, I don't know.
But I heard they have a whole itinerary
planned out for us.
Look, your questions will be answered soon enough.
All right?
(kids laughing)
- [Both] Uh-oh.
- I think I hear the kids running around.
(groaning)
How about the loser of rock paper scissors
gets them ready?
- All right, deal.
Ah!
- Fuck.
(Naomi laughing)
- I'm going to get in the shower.
Go get my kids.
- All right.
(Naomi laughing)
I swear you be cheating.
Oh, shit.
(kids giggling)
- [Sebastian] Yeah I won!
You're too slow!
- Dad, Sebastian's cheating again!
- No I'm not!
You're just slow!
- Boy, stop teasing your sister and let her win.
Treat her like the queen she is.
- Thank you, daddy!
- No problem, sweetheart.
Man, I love her.
So you got the bags packed ready for our trip, or what?
- Not yet.
I was busy with Girl Scouts last night, so.
- Girl Scouts?
See, you're always putting people before your family.
I mean damn, get your priorities straight.
- No I'm not.
I'll get to it when I finish.
- Well hurry up, all right?
I'm ready to go.
- You're not even dressed yet.
- Well don't worry about it.
Just do what I say.
And get the bags in the car, too.
- Where's your ring?
- I don't know, somewhere.
Don't know, don't care.
Okay?
Look, as a matter of fact here, make yourself useful.
Put this up.
(downtempo guitar music)
(sultry electronic music) (Davis moaning)
(both moaning loudly)
- Oh shit!
Oh!
Whoa!
Woman.
Goddamn.
You are going to be the death of me.
Now look.
Three times before sunrise?
Damn, that's gotta be some kind of record.
(Simone laughing)
- Baby that was nothing.
You just need to get your ass
in the gym some more, that's all.
- More than once a month, huh? (laughing)
- Well.
I have first dibs on the shower.
You want to join me?
- Uh, all right, no?
No, see you think you slick.
Nuh-uh.
No round four for me, baby.
My man's gotta recuperate.
I ain't got nothing left.
- Okay, lightweight.
- What?
I ain't sexy chocolate.
- [Simone] Hmm.
(Davis laughing)
- Oh, shit.
(upbeat electronic music)
- [Deputy Snyder] Oh, it's gonna be a mess.
- Is this them?
- Yeah, looks like them.
Oh, they fancy too.
I wonder what they do.
- Probably deliver stuff for a living.
- Rap stars.
- Wannabe thieves.
- Let's hurry up and get this over with.
So we can go and get something to eat.
- Indeed.
- Good morning, Sheriff.
I'm Paul.
This is my wife, Amanda.
This is our cabin.
How can we help you?
- Howdy.
Sheriff Blaylock.
This is Deputy Snyder.
- Hope we didn't keep you waiting too long, Sheriff.
- Baby.
Come on, now.
That's their job.
To wait on us, you know?
Protect, serve, all that other bullshit.
Ain't that right?
- No Ms. Amanda, we weren't waiting too long.
We told the Airbnb owner we wanted to meet y'all
and they gave us the code to the door.
- Well I'll be damned.
Well now I feel like a superstar.
Baby, we celebrities.
You want my autograph, huh?
Do you?
- No.
But I will take your wife's.
- What?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What'd you just say?
- Wait, hold up.
He's just kidding.
Got a funny sense of humor.
- Well that shit ain't so fucking funny to me, man.
Watch your mouth.
- Hmm.
- Look, do y'all got any more questions for us?
- Oh yes.
We didn't see any stores on our drive in.
Is there anything nearby?
- About five miles west from here
there's a grocery and a gas station.
- Okay good, thank you.
- I guess we'll get out of here.
Our number's on the counter.
- [Amanda] Thank you.
- Well have a good day.
- Absolutely.
Y'all be safe.
(dark foreboding music)
- Yeah, 'cause there's some wild shit
that happens out here in the woods.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Just, come on.
- You see that?
- It's fine.
(car engine starting)
- Wait to go, Paul.
You almost got into a fight with the sheriff
and land us all in jail.
- Hey come on, man.
He wasn't gonna do shit.
All fake Barney Fife looking motherfucker.
- Come on tough guy, let's go inside.
- Where in the hell do you all have us, bigfoot country?
- [Naomi] This shit looks scary.
- Shit, ask Amanda.
She picked the location.
- Hey!
- We out here on Camp Crystal Lake,
Jason waiting to chop all our ass up.
(all laughing)
- Come on, you guys.
Hey babe, get the bags.
- Asshole.
- What? - Get the bags?
What the fuck?
- Come on, are you serious? - His ass never gonna change.
- Come on, I got you.
- I don't know how she put up with his ass.
- You serious? - Wow.
- You serious?
- [Simone] I don't know how you still putting up
with this shit.
- Yeah, this is beautiful, y'all.
Hey man, this is beautiful.
Y'all gotta come check this out.
Look at this cabin, y'all.
Hey look, check out that lake,
y'all, come on.
- This is how we starting the weekend off,
with this bullshit, bro?
- [Paul] Don't act like she don't--
- [Naomi] Pay for everything, they're married!
- [Paul] Hey look, somebody's gotta open up the door.
- [Davis] Wow.
- [Simone] He's such an ass.
I don't understand how she's still with him.
- [Brandon] Paul!
She is really struggling!
- [Naomi] Really?
Really?
- [Paul] Yo, she's got it, y'all!
She needs the exercise.
She'll be fine.
Ooh, y'all check this out!
This is beautiful in here!
Woo!
(cellphone vibrating)
- The mother is calling.
I need you to be quiet.
- Okay.
No problem.
- Hello?
Hello?
- Hi Kim.
How's everything going?
- The kids just ate dinner,
and now they're on their tablets
in the game room.
- Oh, okay.
Any problems?
- No, ma'am.
So far so good, but if anything happens
I'll be sure to inform you and Mr.
Fall.
- Oh thanks, Kim.
- No problem.
Thank you.
- Okay, goodnight.
- You too, goodnight.
Stop it, you're gonna get me caught.
- Finally.
- Boy, shut up.
- Can we get back to watching "Love & Coffee" now?
- You the only man I know that like chick flicks.
- Shh.
Allana De'Nai's speaking.
- How are the kiddos?
- They're good.
Sebastian's just growing up like a weed,
and Yasmine, oh my god, she's learning new words everyday.
And even the definitions to them,
which is not always a good thing.
- (laughing) That's hilarious.
I know it can't be that bad.
- Oh no.
You'd be surprised.
- You have any new pictures of them?
- You know I got photos of my babies.
Let me pull up,
because we just took pictures at the park
the other day.
- Let me check it out.
- Here we go.
Found them.
Look at that.
- Ah, cool.
- Hey, what's up y'all?
- Paul.
Hey man, you got some beautiful kids.
- Oh man, thanks.
They expensive as hell, though.
Eating up everything in the house.
Growing everyday, man.
But you know what?
They worth it.
Man, I love them so much, though.
- I hear Yasmine is learning a new word everyday.
I know you're being careful around her, huh?
- Shit.
Listen.
She gonna learn good and bad things along the way.
So they'd rather learn it from their daddy first, right?
(both chuckling)
Forget all that, man.
What's up with you and Naomi, man?
You still working on having some kids, or what?
- Yup, still trying.
We go see the doctor about every four months.
They can't find anything wrong with us.
It's all in god's hands now.
- Hey look, if you want some words of advice, that's me.
I got two of them, you know what I'm saying?
Straight shooter.
- Well I'll keep that in mind.
- You know what I mean?
But you know everything will work itself out.
- What's up, guys?
- Hey, babe.
- What's the topic of discussion?
- You and your broken uterus.
- Paul!
- What?
- This nigger here.
- Why are you all talking about my uterus?
- Hey, listen.
We're just having a conversation, all right?
Brandon loves to have kids, right?
And he loves his kids.
He's a teacher.
He got 80 of them in his class,
and he's looking to get another one.
Listen, we're just having a conversation, all right?
- Uh-uh, nobody.
That's all you.
- Oh, that's what y'all gonna do?
Hang me out to dry like that?
- No, no, no look.
Brandon and I are fine.
God saves his time.
I'm perfectly okay with having more children,
or not having any more children.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We never discussed not having more kids, babe?
- Let's just not talk about this right now.
- Hey way to go, Paul.
Look what you started.
- What, man?
I'm just talking.
- Hey y'all, sorry to interrupt.
- No, it's perfectly fine.
Please, go ahead.
- Brandon? - Yeah?
- You still work at Smith High School, right?
- Yeah, absolutely.
I mean, of course I didn't go today.
- So you know Susan McKinny?
- Yeah, that's my lunch buddy.
She teaches social studies.
- You know she on the news right now?
- Huh?
- Yeah, the police just found her body
inside of her house.
- What?
What?
- Susie?
- What happened?
- I don't know, they're not releasing any more details.
(dark tense music)
- She was such a nice person.
I don't believe this.
- (clears throat) I hate to sound like the asshole
in the room right now, because you know,
that's usually Paul's job.
(laughing)
(Paul fake laughing)
But listen, we can't just walk around here
talking about death, okay?
Live your life to the fullest,
and just enjoy this present incarnation.
- That's what I say, brother.
- Right. - Amen to that.
- So you saying that we shouldn't be worried
about people breaking into our house
and murdering us?
- Wait.
We don't know if Brandon's friend has been murdered yet.
But, yeah.
You know, live your life, and whatever happens happens.
You know?
Hakuna Matata.
(both chuckling)
- You know we gonna talk about this later, right?
- Okay.
- Babe, I'll be right back.
I'm gonna go make a few phone calls, okay?
- Okay.
- This is crazy.
- I mean, that's really terrible
what happened to her, but guys,
can we please just try and enjoy our trip?
- You're right.
Look, let's just change the subject.
No more death or uterus conversations.
- Oh man, well damn.
You're no fun.
- Paul, shut up!
- Hey Amanda.
Grab me another beer.
- All right, babe.
- Wow. - Typical.
- [Amanda] Asshole.
- Shit is fun, though.
I like that Hakuna Matata thing.
That was pretty cool.
- [Davis] Oh, we kidding.
- [Simone] Hakuna Matata my ass.
- Hey Amanda and Paul.
Thank you guys for putting this trip together,
bringing us out here.
On behalf of Naomi and myself,
I appreciate you guys.
- Hey man, no need to thank her.
It's really all my idea.
But I appreciate the acknowledgement anyway.
- Okay.
But what Brandon really wanted to say
was thank you for footing the bill on this mini vacation
and for giving us some time away from them kids.
- I couldn't have said it better myself.
- That's what I'm here for.
- Hey look, man.
Construction business has been good to me.
I'm making some money, you know what I'm saying?
So I might as well spend it with my people, you dig?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, okay.
Enough of that mushy stuff.
I have a game that we can kick off
our first night here.
All right, all right.
So it's an old game but with an twist.
- Come on Naomi, what you got up your sleeve, girl?
- Spin the bottle.
- Bro, spin the bottle?
First of all, ain't none of y'all
putting your crusty ass lips on my wife.
- Look, you don't even put your crusty ass lips on me.
- Ooh!
- Look, it's a twerking game,
not a kissing game.
Whoever the bottle lands on,
that's who you have to twerk on.
- [Davis] Twerk?
- Y'all got it?
- Mm-mm.
I ain't twerking on no niggers,
and they ain't twerking on me.
- I second that one.
- And I third it.
- Okay, okay, okay.
If the bottle lands on a nigger,
you all get to spin again, deal?
- Fair enough.
- Well let the twerking begin!
(upbeat electronic music)
- Hey Davis, help me move this table.
Oh yeah.
(Naomi laughing)
(all cheering)
- Hey babe.
- [Woman] Hello?
- Yeah, yeah.
Look, I'm sorry all right?
You know I didn't want to leave you there
all weekend to yourself.
- It's okay, babe.
I know you had to play husband and friend this weekend.
I understand.
You just better make it up to me.
- Come on, you know I got you.
How does six days and seven nights on Miami Beach sound?
- Mm, sounds good.
But Hawaii sounds so much better.
- Hawaii?
Wait, you trying to hustle me?
- What?
Am I not worth it?
- Of course you are, babe.
Let me see.
Oh, I know.
I'll just tell Amanda that I'm looking
at new construction sites.
(dark tense music)
Property out there in Hawaii.
Yeah, that's what I'll do.
- Hey, you know we don't say that name.
You know the rules.
- All right, all right, all right.
Well look, I gotta go.
I'll talk to you a little bit later, okay?
- All right, love you.
- I love you too.
- Bye.
Hey, hey.
Davis.
Man, how long you been out here, man?
- Oh, I just walked up.
- Oh okay.
Yeah, I just finished talking to my mom.
- Hmm.
I didn't take you for the mama's boy type.
- Look Davis.
What you thought you heard really wasn't what you--
- It's a full moon tonight.
Did you notice?
- Yeah, sure.
- I love full moons.
I don't know why.
Just, ah.
You know I think it's maybe because I watched
all those werewolf movies when I was a kid.
- Davis, what the hell you talking about, man?
- You see, Paul.
We're all wolves in sheep's clothing.
But deep down inside, we're just out for ourselves.
I'm not here to judge.
We all have our secrets.
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Look.
I'm about to head inside, all right?
I'll see you back in there?
- You have a good night.
- All right.
(Davis howling)
(Davis laughs)
(soft tense music)
(dark foreboding music)
- What's up, baby?
- I just gotta go pee.
Go back to sleep. - Okay.
(cellphone vibrating)
(suspenseful music)
(sensual electronic music)
- Wait, wait, wait.
Is Davis asleep?
- Yeah, you know he knocked out
after that hookah pen.
What about Brandon?
- Yeah, he sleep too.
But I had to give him some.
- You giving away my pussy now?
- Look, it worked didn't it?
- You know I love you, right?
- I love you too.
So when are we gonna leave?
I'm ready.
- Soon.
But where will we go?
We need a plan.
And what about Brandon and my kids?
Will my kids stay with me?
Will they go with Brandon?
On top of that, he wants more children.
- So you ain't told this nigger your tubes tied?
- No.
Why would I do that?
All right, look.
I know we both have good men,
but this is between us.
- I mean, you right.
But Davis is on me, too.
- Why?
- [Simone] I mean, he hadn't come out and said it outright,
but he keep asking me when I'm getting off the pill,
and honestly, I'm running out of shit to tell him.
- [Naomi] All right, look.
I promise we're gonna leave soon.
I just have to figure things out legally.
For my children.
I don't want to break any laws.
- [Simone] I get it.
- Look.
Can we please keep this between us?
I mean, at least until we're already gone?
Deal?
- Deal.
Let's get up out of here.
- Let's go.
(downtempo guitar music)
- You know we married us some real cavemen.
- Tell me about it.
- And they're out there on the hike
while we in here slaving over this hot stove.
Shoot, I wanna go on a hike too.
- (laughing) Girl, you fooling.
You're the daintiest girl I know.
You remember in high school when you was class president
and you tried to get them to make PE an elective
versus a primary class?
Talking about a hike.
- Now look.
I only did that because I did not like
the way Coach Dawkins was looking at me
in my PE shorts.
- Girl, your butt was big in high school.
Girl, them shorts didn't stand a chance.
- Naomi, please.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Trying to catch Paul.
Captain of the football team.
Hand me that butter.
- I mean, I knew exactly what I was doing,
but I caught him, didn't I?
- She did catch him.
But speaking of you two.
How are y'all anyway?
- Okay, I mean we have our ups and downs
like everyone else, but we're pushing through.
What about y'all two? (Naomi coughs)
- What you mean?
- [Amanda] I mean, how are y'alls two marriages going?
- Oh. - Oh.
- What you thought I meant?
- Girl, nothing.
I mean, Davis is funny, he's smart.
Sometimes he's awkward.
But I love it all the same.
- Oh, that's good.
Okay, little miss quiet,
what about you, Naomi?
- Come on girl, it's Brandon.
- And what does that mean?
- He's predictable.
Okay, so he's smart.
He's honest.
I mean, we have our disagreements
from time to time, but nothing major.
- But are you happy?
- Yeah, we're good.
- If you say so.
All right, y'all better get some music on,
some Jasmine Sullivan or something.
- Something. - Something.
- Shoot.
I'm feeling I need a whole new album.
Y'all heard them all?
- Oh girl, yes.
(men chatting) (all laughing)
- Oh wow.
- What I wanna know is
is who idea was this hiking shit?
Look at how we dressed, man.
Goddam city boys.
- Hey, I don't know what y'all talking about.
Man, I look good out here.
You know what I'm saying?
- Gold chains and Jordans on the hiking trail?
- Hey.
I don't know.
- Hey well look here, I'm gonna bring my girl
back out here, all right?
- No.
- We gonna do some Tarzan and Jane shit.
- Oh yeah? - Oh man.
- I'm gonna be swinging from one of the branches.
- Your fat ass ain't swinging from no branch.
- Then from a trunk, goddammit.
Shit, you two pounds lighter than me
so shut your ass.
- Hey, I look good though.
- Hey that's, the point of it, yeah.
- All I can say is you can't be over-prepared, right?
- Is that a man purse?
- It's a man bag.
Get it right, get it right.
Anyways.
- This hiking shit.
- Anyway.
Brandon.
- Yo.
- So are all those kids still giving you a hard time?
- Fuck you, man.
I keep trying to tell y'all.
Middle school kids are the worst age to teach.
They think they grown.
Shit, just 'cause they doing grown up stuff
but without the maturity.
- And you still want another one?
- At least one.
- 80 badass kids in your school.
Plus you already got one, and that still ain't enough?
- Hey, man.
I love teaching, bro.
You love what you do, it's never enough.
- Well I know Paul can definitely relate to that.
- What?
- How so?
- Oh, you don't know.
- Know what?
- Hold on.
See what happened--
- Oh no, no, no.
Brandon, Brandon. - This dude here.
No, this--
- Stop listening to Davis' weird ass, all right?
You know half the stuff he say be bullshit anyway, man.
- Right.
- Y'all be tripping, bro.
Anyway, eh D, what's up on that job search man?
Your accounting firm laid off a bunch of folk, right?
- Yeah, it did.
But I mean, the search itself, it's going.
I'm working little odd jobs in between,
making ends meet.
- Yeah.
- But fortunately, Simone and I got some money
saved up so we're not hurting.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Davis, man.
Hold on man.
If you needed a job, all you had to do was ask.
You know I got your back, man.
(dark tense music)
- No, my brother
I'm good.
We good, actually.
I'd rather not mix my personal relationships
with my business relationships, you know what I mean?
- Yeah.
But what about Simone, though?
(chuckling) You know, I know she a nurse and all,
but if she ever need some extra money,
you know I got it.
I mean, I got both of y'all.
You know that.
- What did you just say?
- Hey, hey, hey. - Hey, man.
There you go again. - He didn't say anything.
All right?
He didn't say anything.
Hey come on, man.
Y'all been beefing since high school.
Goddamn, let it go.
And you shut the fuck up, man.
Or you're gonna get your ass whooped.
I'm not gonna be able to pull
this big motherfucker up off of you.
- Man, he always starting shit.
- Goddamn.
- Ever since we were kids. - Can't have no fucking fun.
- Whatever, man.
- We started that shit in high school, man.
- Whatever.
- In the woods, you're beefing.
In the city, you're beefing.
Out here with fucking bigfoot, you're beefing.
- It's all good.
Because I'm at one with nature, so I am centered.
(all laughing)
- Man, I am stuffed.
Thank you beautiful ladies for breakfast.
- You are welcome.
Thank you, Brandon.
- Thank you, Brandon.
- Thank you my beautiful baby.
- You're welcome, baby.
- Oh my god. - Awe.
- Thank you Brandon, thank you Brandon.
Thank you.
Look man, we all appreciated breakfast, all right?
You got me and Davis out here
looking like assholes, man,
you selfish son of a bitch.
- You do a pretty good job yourself,
by making yourself look like an asshole.
(all laughing)
(Paul mocks laughter)
- Oh, is that funny?
That's funny?
- Yeah.
- Oh, shit.
Amanda.
What's first on the agenda?
- Oh, okay.
So who all knows how to fish?
- Fish? - Not in these boots.
- Fish? - Hell no.
Hell no.
- Nah, nah, we ain't fishing out in the woods tonight.
Mm-mm.
- What, okay y'all don't all sound excited, okay?
Because we go in 0900 hours.
- I know we passed a family of gators
coming up in here.
- She really trying to let Jason chop our asses up.
- I'm not getting near that water, at all.
- Baby, I told you ain't nobody want to do
that bullshit, all right?
We're not doing it.
- Come on, y'all.
- I don't know, man. - Ain't nobody wanna fish.
- My baby too beautiful to be getting wet.
(footsteps approaching)
- [Deputy Snyder] Let's hurry up
and get this shit over with.
It's too early in the morning for this.
- [Sheriff Blaylock] You tell it.
(knocking on door)
- Hey look, all I know is we're not doing
that hiking no more.
My legs hurt.
Hey.
Good morning.
There a problem, Sheriff?
- Got a couple friends here, and they want to ask
y'all some questions.
Mind if we come in?
- Um, I mean sure.
Sure, we just finished eating breakfast.
Just rude.
- Good morning, Sheriff.
Deputy Snyder.
What's going on?
- Well good morning.
I have some friends here that want
to have a few questions for Davis McDonald.
So which one of y'all is Davis?
- I'm Davis.
- Mr. McDonald.
I'm Detective Cruz, and this is
my partner Detective Brewster.
We're with the Houston Police Department, homicide division.
- Homicide division?
- [Detective Cruz] Yes, we'd like to ask you
a few questions, if that's all right.
- Sure, make yourselves comfortable.
- Will do.
- So, I'm assuming you're Ms. Simone McDonald.
Davis' wife.
- I am.
And Davis doesn't know anything about a homicide.
- Ma'am, we're just here to follow up
on possible leads that we might have.
Mr. McDonald, what do you do for a living?
- I do several odd jobs to make ends meet.
You know, Tuber Share, Tuber Eats, Door Stash.
- Delivers food. - Delivers food, right.
- Yeah. - Delivery boy.
Mr. Davis.
Well, can I call you Mr. Davis?
- Sure.
- Do you remember picking up a Laura Spencer
in your ride share a couple nights ago?
- I pick up a lot of people.
- Okay, well maybe a picture will help
jog your memory.
- Yes.
I'm sure that might help.
- All right, okay.
- Detective, that's disgusting
and highly inappropriate.
- Oh, my apologies.
Wrong photo.
- Do you recognize the victim, Mr. McDonald?
- Actually, I do.
She was very talkative the entire ride.
- What did she talk about?
- She just asked me basic rider questions,
how long have I been driving for the company,
do I have a real job.
(Detective Cruz muttering)
- Mr. Davis, did she ask you any other questions?
- No.
But she did say that her date was a dog,
and all he wanted to do was get into her pants.
She did say that she's a nurse.
- Mr. Davis, I need you to understand
that you may be the last person to see this woman alive,
so do you recall any type of suspicious behavior,
or anyone following her when you dropped her off?
- No.
Nothing in particular stood out.
It was a typical night.
- Nothing stood out.
But you remembered she was a nurse
and what happened on her date,
and what she said about him.
- Detective.
- I'm just saying.
- Yeah.
- Thank you, we don't have any further questions.
If you think of anything else, please give me a call.
- Yes.
I will do.
Thank you.
- Let's go.
- Damn, Davis.
When you was gonna tell us
you was a serial killer, man?
Out here killing people and stuff, what?
- Right after the good people of this corporation
elected me president of these United States.
Come on, now.
Like I'm really capable of doing either one of those things.
Really?
(Davis laughing)
- Okay.
- Hilarious.
- Listen, the reality is there is a killer
out there on the loose, and I hope they find
whoever he or she is.
- Oh she?
That killer ain't no lady.
I mean come on, y'all.
Ain't no woman killing no real man.
Come on, am I right?
(Amanda groans)
- [Together] Here we go!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What?
What I say?
- Sheriff, I need you to keep
a close eye on this group,
especially Davis McDonald.
- Okay.
So you think that's the guy
that you're looking for?
- He's definitely on our list of suspects.
We want you to keep a close eye on him.
- Well, all right.
Well don't worry, Detective.
If anything were to go down,
we'll definitely be there to let you know.
- Okay.
(dark tense music)
- I don't trust that guy.
- I don't trust him, either.
We gotta keep a close eye on them.
Wanna get some breakfast?
- Hell yes.
- You smell them eggs they was cooking?
- Oh my goodness.
- You know, after this weekend
we should just get away from here, go far, far away.
But just the two of us.
And we can always send for the kids later.
Who knows?
Possibly maybe we can start working
on baby number three.
What you think about that?
- You know I'm all the way with that.
You know I love kids.
Still can't believe Paul's dumb ass
hasn't realized that he can't make kids,
and that his kids are really mine.
- Now look, you know that's just the male ego.
But we really were trying,
for like three years.
And then you came along,
and we get it done in, what, six months max?
- So he really hasn't asked
or questioned you about anything?
- No.
Nothing.
What about Naomi?
Has she said anything?
- Nope.
But I have a funny feeling she's seeing someone else.
- Wait, what did she say something,
or do something differently?
- Nah, she hasn't said anything, but I know her.
And she's been off for a while now.
- Oh wait, look.
Don't tell me you been following her around Houston
trying to catch her in the act.
(Amanda laughing)
- You're laughing, but I probably would.
If I weren't doing my own dirt.
- Look, okay, that's enough talk about them.
We need to be more focused on us.
- I agree.
100%.
Hey whoa, whoa.
Hold on, little mama.
- What?
- I wanna make sure this weekend getaway
stays drama free.
(Amanda sighs)
- Whatever, that's fine.
- I damn sure want to.
Don't act like that.
(Amanda laughs)
(tense electronic music)
- You know, there's nothing inappropriate
going on over there, right?
We all friends here.
- [Paul] I ain't say shit.
- Yeah, but we all know you,
and how you think.
- Look, I'm just saying.
Brandon's always talking to Amanda secretly.
I mean, he's always around.
- But y'all hang out all the time, right?
- Yeah, I guess.
- And he watches y'alls kids every time you ask him.
That just sounds like a good friend to me,
and good friends are hard to come by.
- Yeah.
If you say so.
- I do.
- See?
I told you.
Every time you bring your ass around the corner,
I'ma hit you.
(slams table)
Dime, I need 10.
- Hell, man.
All you doing is feeding him.
- So good, man.
I don't know.
- Now give me the same attention.
- It's your greedy ass.
- Damn.
- I need a dime, don't do it.
- Bring this down a little bit.
- Don't do it.
- Don't feed him.
- Look, just shake the dice, all right?
- Oh, shit. - Okay.
All right.
(slamming on table)
Game time.
- What the fuck, man?
Chef Boyardee?
- I'm just connecting dots.
- Baby, I need you to go to the store.
We need some more seasoning and wine.
- Woman, can't you see I'm busy with my boys?
- Paul and Davis?
These niggers ain't shit.
- True.
- Wow.
- But we still, (laughing)
- Wow.
- Look, look, look.
Okay, okay.
No offense, guys.
But y'all do wanna eat, right?
- Yeah, you straight.
- Yeah, no offense taken, sis.
- Say, we be right back, all right?
I'm about to go straighten that ass out real quick.
- Oh yeah?
- Get yo ass in there.
- Don't be too quick.
(all chuckling)
- All right then, well I guess I'll go to the store.
I need to get some fresh air anyway.
- Cool, cool.
I gotta make some business calls anyway.
- Y'all have fun until I get back.
- All right.
(dark atmospheric music)
(knocking on window)
- You know why I stopped you, sir?
- No.
No I do not.
- You failed to signal when you changed lanes
about a half mile back.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.
- I'm pretty sure if I changed lanes,
I used my signal, okay?
You know that I am Ride Share driver?
- Yeah, I know you're a Ride Share driver
who passengers keep coming up dead
when they come in contact with you.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no.
No, no, you are way out of line.
- Mr. McDonald, have you had anything to drink tonight?
- Yes, I had one beer back at the cabin.
- I'ma have to ask you to step out of the vehicle.
I need to give you a field sobriety test.
- Is this really necessary?
- Yes, it's necessary.
Now get out of the fucking car.
- Oh my god, okay.
Okay.
- Get out of the car now, sir.
- Okay, okay.
Okay, I'm getting out.
I can't get out on that side.
- Step out of the vehicle.
- All right, my hands are up.
- Step to the rear of the car, sir.
- Hands up.
Please don't shoot.
- Put your hands on the back of your head.
(tense foreboding music)
And lean forward on the car.
I'm going to search your person.
Do you have anything sharp on you
that can harm me?
- No, nothing.
- You make any sudden moves,
and I'm gonna empty this magazine in you,
you hear me?
- [Davis] Yes.
You're talking to me like I'm some kind of a criminal.
- As far as I'm concerned, you are.
- [Davis] You can't prove it.
- What you say?
(Davis grunts) (bone snaps)
(Deputy Snyder yelping)
(kicking) (Davis grunting)
(Davis panting)
(Davis grunting)
(car engine starting)
(tires squealing)
- Shit.
Snyder.
(tense foreboding music)
Shit.
Stupid motherfucker.
Good to see your motherfucking ass.
Fucking weekend getaway at a log cabin, my ass.
(Simone laughing)
- Oh.
Oh, hey baby?
- Hey, baby.
- Are you okay?
Did you get lost?
You were gone a while.
- I'm okay, but baby,
that is the last time I ever eat squirrel.
(Simone laughing)
Baby, it had me on the toilet
for I don't know how long now.
My ass was on fire.
- Oh!
You know you just got a weak stomach.
- Yeah.
- You wanna take a load off
while I make you some dinner?
- No, I'm gonna go ahead and go take a shower.
You know, I got my vape,
so I'm gonna take a vape, all right?
- Okay.
- You watching the House Guest, huh?
- You know it.
You know those Milton brothers.
(both laughing)
- I watched that movie five times already.
- Me too.
- Well you finished enjoying this movie
for the sixth time.
- I will. - All right.
- One more, one more. - One more?
All right.
- Feel better soon.
- Thank you, baby.
- Okay.
- I'll see you in the bed later.
- Yes, you will.
(tense foreboding music)
This bitch crazy.
(Simone laughing)
(Davis groaning)
(dark foreboding music)
- Lucky ass. - Ooh!
Brandon, you trying to get me drunk?
You know I'm no good at these games.
- Shit, I surely can't tell.
Hell, I'm the one who's half drunk,
and losing this game.
You been practicing without me, huh?
- Drink up, motherfucker.
- Uh, you talking shit now.
Okay.
I'ma come back and whoop that ass.
- [Amanda] Uh-oh, Paul.
You know how to play darts?
- Shit, I don't even remember, babe.
If I did, trust me.
It was a long time ago.
Hey yo, B.
- [Brandon] What up?
- [Paul] Can we join you?
- [Brandon] Join in.
Let's go.
- Show him how it's done.
- [Brandon] I shouldn't be the only drunk.
- [Naomi] Girl, let me see what you got.
- [Paul] Show them how it's done, baby.
Show them how it's done.
Now, babe.
Show 'em how it's done.
- [Amanda] Watch the master work.
- I'm watching.
Let's go, baby.
Let's go.
That ain't it.
- Hey now, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
How you gonna be that close?
(Naomi laughing)
Let me step down.
- [Paul] (laughing) She probably suck at this.
She sucks. - She does.
- She's never been good at this, man.
She suck.
- [Brandon] All right, there you go.
(all laughing)
- [Paul] Yeah, she terrible.
- You got to back up.
See, come on.
Come on. - Okay, okay.
- Back it up, back it up.
Back it up.
Hey, what, you got your shoes on?
- Oh!
- Push it back, back up. (tense music)
Shit. (Amanda laughing)
Come on, back it on up then.
Shit there you go, right there.
Right there, right there. - Like this?
- Yeah.
Ah shit.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Say, nigger.
Get your hands off my girl.
- Hey, man! - Hey!
- What the fuck wrong with you?
- Paul!
- Davis, do something.
Stop this.
- No.
See, you can't stop the inevitable.
Let's see how this plays out.
- I see a lot of things right now.
Huh?
How you guys are joking,
and laughing and talking,
and fishing, and all that other bullshit!
I see what's going on!
- Paul! - What?
- What the hell you talking about, man?
- You know what I'm talking about.
- Look Paul, you are delusional, okay?
- [Brandon] You tripping, man.
- No, I'm not tripping.
- [Amanda] No, Paul you are delusional.
You're crazy.
You think something's going on
between me and Brandon?
- Delusional?
- [Brandon] Yeah.
- Delusional?
- [Brandon] Goddamn right!
- [Naomi] Paul!
- Naomi, come on.
- You have lost your mind.
You need help.
- You see what I see, huh?
Tell me I'm not blind.
Tell me I'm not seeing things.
- Paul, but I know Brandon wouldn't dare cheat on me.
- Oh, come on Naomi.
Stop being naive.
Look how they interact.
Look how they talk, how they hold.
(tense suspenseful music)
I mean, think about it.
Try it.
Look how they talk, look how they interact.
(dark tense music)
- [Naomi] No.
- [Brandon] They know that Paul put that shit
in their heads-- - Man, just shut up.
Man, I know what you doing, man.
I know what you doing.
- [Brandon] Nigger, you shut up.
Shit.
- [Amanda] Quit talking like that, Paul.
- Did you fuck Brandon?
- What?
No.
(Brandon scoffs)
- [Brandon] Don't let Paul put that bullshit in your head.
- [Amanda] Naomi.
- [Naomi] Yes you did.
- [Amanda] No.
- You fucked Brandon.
(tense dramatic music)
You fucking my man.
- No.
- You know what, you're a fucking slut.
You was a slut in high school,
and you still a slut now.
Slut.
Your trash ass ain't gonna never change.
- [Simone] Naomi!
- A slut?
- [Naomi] Who won't never change.
- Babe, don't let Paul put that bullshit
in your head.
- You still ain't shit.
- Come on.
I know what's going on.
Just admit it.
- Yeah, just admit it!
- Just admit it.
Just admit it!
- [Naomi] Just admit it.
- Yeah.
(dark tense music)
I'm fucking your man.
- [Paul] Amanda.
- I heard you weren't riding it right anyway, bitch.
But we friends.
So I'm just trying to help you out.
You should be thanking me, hoe.
- Babe.
- Where you going?
- We gotta do something.
Stop this!
- Mm-mm.
See, what they got going on over there,
that's none of our business.
- [Naomi] Thank you?
- What the fuck?
Brandon, really?
So you, so that's what you doing?
- [Naomi] Shut up!
- You knew.
- I knew?
Motherfucker, if I knew, you'd be dead already.
- [Naomi] Paul.
- Sebastian?
- What about Sebastian?
- [Amanda] Brandon!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - What about Sebastian?
- Sebastian?
Why's my son's name in your mouth?
- Oh boy.
Is that really your son?
- [Naomi] Brandon!
- [Brandon] I mean come on, he look just like me.
- [Naomi] Brandon!
- Think about it!
- [Naomi] Brandon!
- Amanda?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
And Yasmine?
- Say look here, man.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
but those are my kids.
- [Naomi] Brandon!
- And they need their daddy.
- So those are your kids?
(Brandon laughing)
- Man, you been shooting blanks, man!
- [Naomi] Brandon, so those are your kids?
- [Brandon] Okay, all right look here--
- This--
- [Brandon] It's time for the goddamn truth
to come out.
- [Naomi] God, Brandon!
- Motherfucker!
(tense dramatic music)
(all shouting)
- [Brandon] Sit your ass down!
Huh?
- We have to do something!
- Nah.
See, death is natural, okay?
I mean, look around.
Sometimes, death is fun.
- No, you're a bitch!
(Amanda screaming)
(both screaming)
- Get off of me!
Get the fuck off of me!
(both grunting)
- I'm surprised we was boys this goddamn long.
(Paul coughing)
Get up off on your feet.
This trip is over.
The getaway is over, nigger.
(both grunting)
- All those girls.
All those people, Davis.
You killed them?
It was you?
(Davis sighs)
- You know, you used to be so happy
when I would pull out of the driveway,
and then I always later come back.
But little did you know.
That sometimes there was a body in the trunk.
(soft mysterious music)
No, I told you to stay put!
(Simone gasping)
You see your little girlfriend over there,
she doesn't need you right now.
- You knew?
(Davis laughing)
How long?
- It took me a while, but I figured it out.
- Davis.
I love you.
Baby, please.
Please.
- Please what?
- Don't kill me.
Don't kill me.
- You're my wife.
You don't have anything to worry about.
On second thought.
Maybe you do.
(dark dramatic music)
(Simone shouting)
(Davis grunting)
(Paul coughing)
- [Brandon] Sick of this faking shit.
(both yelping)
Hey come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go!
- [Naomi] This bitch just don't die.
- Say motherfucker.
- [Brandon] Hey, hey, hey.
Hey. - She gonna die.
- Come on Paul, let's talk about this shit.
- We can talk now, huh?
- [Brandon] Quit it, man.
- [Paul] We can talk?
- Yeah. - We boys, huh?
- [Brandon] We boys.
- We never were the boys, huh?
Say motherfucker, come on.
(Amanda gagging)
- [Naomi] You gonna die today, bitch!
- Hey, we can talk about this shit.
- Yeah, you wanna talk about it, huh?
- Come on man, don't do this.
- I tell you what.
Hey.
We were never friends.
Bitch.
(gunshot fires)
Yeah.
- Put it down!
Put it down!
(gunshot fires)
Get off her!
- This bitch!
(gunshot fires)
(dark tense music)
Don't fucking move.
I said get off of her.
Davis, don't move.
Don't move.
Fuck, no.
Motherfucker, don't move!
Shit.
Come on, Davis.
Let's not do this.
(dark foreboding music)
All right, Davis.
It doesn't have to be like this.
You have nowhere to go.
Come on man, you went upstairs.
Only one way down.
(footsteps rumbling)
All right, Davis.
It's over, man.
Your friends are dead,
and you don't have to be one of them.
Put your hands up, man.
(dark dramatic music)
Put your hands up.
Don't-- (gunshot fires)
(dark foreboding music)
(soft mysterious music)
(dark dramatic music)
(Sheriff Blaylock grunting)
(dramatic exciting music)