Message from a Mistress (2015) - full transcript
Longtime friends Jaime, Renee, Aria, and Jessa have shared just about everything. But all hell breaks loose when Jessa sends them a DVD message with a shocking revelation.
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I'm that bitch.
You know.
The one every woman
wishes she could be.
The one every man wishes
he could be with.
My name is Jessica Bell.
My friends call me Jessa.
See...
How do I begin?
He's my lover...
and her husband.
Yeah, I mean, she has the ring,
she has the marriage license,
but I have him.
And in this game,
as far as I'm concerned,
there can only be one winner.
Me.
Ma, what's burning?
Huh? Oh, shoot!
Oh, Kieren, hand me
that towel, baby.
I was trying to
make breakfast for Daddy
before his fishing trip.
You? Cook?
Is it Flashback Friday?
Oh, really?
- Oh, wait, can I have this orange?
- No!
- Why not?
- Because!
- I-I need it for...
- It's just for breakfast.
Hey babe!
Good morning.
I was, uh, trying to make
breakfast for my husband.
Good work.
I'm trying, Jackson.
And I love you.
Hey, look,
we need to talk.
About what?
We can talk
about it later.
Check your eggs.
Come on, sweetie,
let's go. School time.
- And I'm eating this orange.
- No!
- Come on.
- No.
Let me hold the orange.
I'm gonna give it back.
- No.
- I'll give you back half of it.
- No.
- Why not?
Damn.
Oh, baby.
Oh, I love you.
Damn.
Mm, I love you.
I love you, too.
Baby, I asked you
to get me up at 7 AM,
not for you to get up too.
I had to. I wanted to get some
before you left.
Plus, I needed to get up early
so I can get some writing done
before I go hang out
with the girls.
Me and my boys, we're about to
catch a gang of fish today.
Yeah.
Y'all better get back, 'cause
I'm telling you right now,
- I ain't saving no plates.
- You better save me a plate.
You better save me a plate.
I ain't saving...
You get back here.
- Don't play.
- You get back here.
I will. I promise.
I ain't missin' any fish.
So look.
I've started my practice.
- Mm-hmm.
- And my baby,
she's about to be
a best-selling author, novelist.
Right, yeah right.
I wanna have a family.
I wanna start a family.
You know,
when I finish my book,
and I get an editor,
and get published...
it's a lot on a sister's plate.
Just... be patient with me,
Dr. Livewell.
I just need a little more time
before we start having
a bunch of crumb-snatchers
running around here.
Baby, you've been working
on that book
for two years, all right?
It's my first novel!
Masterpieces take time.
- What?
- Okay.
Hey. What?
No, mm-mm.
I'm not done with you yet.
Where are you going?
What you mean,
you ain't done with me?
Where you going?
- It's the encore.
- Is this fair?
No.
Is this fair?
Is this fair?
I'm serious.
I want a family.
No peeks.
Baby.
Okay.
Good morning, Bishop.
Have a good day.
Oh! Hello?
Aria, girl,
you are not going to believe
what your crazy ass
Uncle Junebug did.
That fool done went out
and got another tramp pregnant.
Baby mama number five,
Lord Jesus, oh.
I'm working, Mom.
Well, that's your problem,
not mine.
Girl, you married a doctor.
Why are you working anyway?
I'm a writer.
I'm writing.
That's what writers do.
Yeah, but you ain't sold
nary book.
But you know what?
When you finish that thing,
I'm gonna buy
the first 10 copies,
and I want them all autographed
by my baby girl.
Bye, Mama.
This woman.
Oh, crap.
Okay.
I think you should
lead the toast.
- Uh-uh, why me?
- Because if Jamie does it,
we'll be here all day
with her prayer.
There's always
a good time for prayer.
Amen to that.
So, we're gonna take this time
to do a toast to my ladies,
whom I love,
and I'm so happy that we do this
every single Friday,
'cause it is Ladies' Friday.
- Yes.
- Hear, hear.
It's bad luck to toast
with water, Jamie.
Yes, it is.
Mm, mm, mm-hmm.
So refreshing,
so good for the body.
Mm, mm, mm-mm.
- Tap out. You win.
- Where's Jessa?
She's two hours late.
No, no, she's not coming.
- She mentioned she had something else to do.
- What?
What does she have to do
where she can't be here?
It's not like she has
other friends, or a man.
Mm, actually, she mentioned
she was seeing somebody new!
- What?
- Yeah!
Okay, no, no, no,
please share details!
Well, um...
What in God's name is that?
Oh, come on, you can't start
and not finish.
- Do you know about this guy?
- Mm-mm.
I know sometimes I work late
at the office, but seriously?
- You've never seen this guy?
- Mm-mm. I don't know.
Seeing somebody,
'cause I've been telling her
for the longest...
Uh, Renee?
Sweet Jesus, Lord.
- Uh, Renee?
- Hmm?
This sexy piece of caramel
was at the door
asking for you.
Come on, baby,
take it off.
Listen, y'all are
some thirsty hoes.
This is my assistant, Darren.
Did you just use
that language?
- Sorry, Darren.
- It's okay, Mrs. Clinton.
Here are those files
you requested.
Oh, yes. Thank you.
Of course.
Now, if you need anything else,
feel free
to just give me a call.
- I'll be back at the office.
- Okay, thank you Darren.
- No problem.
- Okay.
- All right.
- I'll walk you out.
No problem,
I can show myself out.
- Oh, okay.
- Ladies.
Thank you.
Bye, Darren!
Dang, Renee.
Now I see why you spend
so many hours at work!
Okay, y'all have some issues.
Stop it! Come on...
I am a happily married woman,
thank you.
Mm-hmm.
And that boy
is way too young.
He's still wet
behind the ears.
He probably
still wears Underoos.
So true.
You're married,
not dead.
As long as
you don't do anything,
there's nothing wrong
with admiring God's creations.
Hear, hear.
I would admire that erry day.
Wow, so vulgar.
I can't deal with
y'all chicks today.
Oh no-no-no,
no, no, sit. You sit.
Darren probably came back
'cause he forgot something.
I don't want y'all two broads
salivating over him again.
- I'm just getting a napkin.
- No.
You really need to get
a proper doorbell, Aria.
And you really need to stop
eating cupcakes, Jamie.
I'm serious.
You can go from the chick with
the fat ass to the fatass chick.
Watch.
Whoo-hoo! Ooh.
Special delivery!
Mm!
Really?
Wow. Really, Renee?
Those are gorgeous.
- Hmm!
- Well, would you come open it?
Oh!
I thought they were for you.
I thought that was
your assistant, huh?
Okay, no, Darren
did not bring me these.
They were already
out on your porch
when I went out there,
so I assume
they are
for the lady of the house.
- Moi?
- Yes,
would you hurry up
and open it?
Look at Kingston over here,
flexing his romantic muscles.
- It's "to her."
- A DVD? Really?
Let me find out
that you and Kingston
did a "Mimi and Nico"
fake sex tape?
Really? That's what
we're about to watch?
Girl, bye.
Oh, okay.
Actually, it says "to her,"
and Bishop Eric
does know I'm here,
so the flowers
are probably for me.
You know, no, no, no,
Jamie has a point.
'Cause Jackson knows
I'm over here, too.
So how do we know
this is not for me?
Well, there's only one way
to find out, ladies.
Cough it up. Give it!
I'll play it, 'Nee.
My sweet husband.
Surprise! It's me.
This message is for her.
I knew where to find you,
because it's girls' night,
where we hang with the clique.
As you know, I won't be
attending the festivities
this go 'round.
Or, ever again,
for that matter.
There are many forks
in the road in life,
and I decided to travel
down the path
leading straight into
your husband's open arms.
Yes, your husband.
I can't lie,
and say I regret it.
I need him more than you do,
and I love him
more than you ever will.
This morning?
You saw him.
For the last time.
Tonight, he comes home to me.
He's my man now.
Thank you.
Thank you for not being
woman enough for him.
I am twice the woman you are.
As a matter of fact,
he whispered that in my ear
just a few weeks ago
in your bed.
I mean, if you
have yet to figure it out,
you most definitely will.
Tonight.
When you're sleeping alone,
and your husband's arms
are wrapped around me.
Bye bye, now.
- What the f...?
- Oh my God.
Does she think this is funny?
This is not funny.
Sorry, ladies.
It's just that Jessa's
little silly game
- made me just lose my brunch.
- Right.
Oh, gosh.
Did you get Jessa
on the phone?
Do you hear me talking
on the phone to anybody, Jamie?
Obviously the bitch
didn't pick up.
All right,
this is all bad.
Jessa,
this is Aria.
We got your little DVD message.
Be woman enough to call us back.
Matter of fact,
be woman enough
to bring your raggedy behind
down here.
You know where we are.
Slut... tramp.. whore.
Kingston's not answering
the phone.
All right, fine,
let me call,
see if Jackson
will answer his cell.
Hold on.
Jackson's cell's gone straight
to voicemail, too.
The point is, she can only leave
- with one of our husbands, right?
- Right.
So you said that you met up
with Jessa the other week,
and she mentioned she started
seeing somebody, so...
Yeah, we had
lunch about four Fridays ago.
Damn. They don't make
'em like that anymore.
- Hey!
- Oh! Hey, boo!
Oh, you know what, I am so glad
you chose Uncle Andre's.
You know it's
my favorite spot, right?
Uh-uh.
Girl, you are glowing.
Did you get some
last night?
Um, I'm really trying to
figure out what I'm gonna eat.
So you are seeing someone!
Yeah!
I'm... no, not per se.
Not necessarily seeing anyone
like that.
Okay, Aria, yes,
I am seeing someone.
Jessa, you don't have to
feel guilty about moving on.
It's been some time,
so many years,
since Mark passed away, okay?
You deserve to move on
with your life.
At some point, you have to.
All right?
You deserve loved up, loved on,
again, and again, and again.
So...?
When do we get to meet him?
Um...
Wow. We're taking things
super... super-duper slow.
So, meeting friends
and family and all that
that's probably
not gonna happen.
Not any time soon.
You gotta give
me something.
I mean, like,
where's he from?
- The peach cobbler...
- Does he have any kids?
- What tax bracket is he in?
- The peach cobbler is awesome.
Social security?
What does he look like?
- I mean...
- Okay, Curious Georgette.
He looks...
handsome.
And, we, uh...
we met through a, um...
mutual friend.
Okay!
Uh-huh.
Let's go, ladies.
We need to get to the bottom
of this hot mess
and pay Miss Jessa Bell
a visit.
Come on. Come on.
The one who sleeps alone
tonight.
So alone. She'll know.
She'll know
that I'm the better woman.
Mm.
Oh, hell, I wish he would have
skipped that damn fishing trip.
I mean, really.
I've got all the red snapper
he needs right here.
Welcome to the
whorehouse, ladies.
Wow.
Yo, this just
got way real.
- Where are you going?
- Looking for clues.
There isn't anything here.
I should have known better
than to trust that slut.
I did her English paper
freshman year!
I should have known better
than to trust anything that pees
sitting down around my husband.
I'm married
to a fine ass doctor.
Broads always trying to come up.
I gotta protect what's mine!
Who would have known
I had to be on high alert
around my friend.
Yeah.
We were always
so competitive,
but to think she'd go
after my husband!
I remember when I first
introduced him to her punk ass.
Jessa, meet the love of my life
and the changer of my last name.
Well, it's nice to meet you,
Dr. Livewell.
I hope you live up
to your surname,
for Aria's sake,
of course.
It was nice
to meet you, Jessa.
I'm gonna let
your girlfriend handle
that whole thing
you just said.
Well, you know,
I'll have you know
that you just made yourself
a new friend, Kingston.
Okay, well,
any friend of Aria's
is a friend of mine, so...
Um, you know what,
I need you two
to put on some grown-up clothes,
get cleaned up.
We taking you out.
Who's we?
You got a boo?
Girl, no.
Me and two other couples
from the neighborhood.
We're just...
treating you to dinner,
like a welcome
to the neighborhood thing. Yeah!
Jamie and Renee, actually.
You're gonna love them.
- All right.
- Free food! I'm in.
- I'll get a shower.
- All he needed to hear.
It's like he won the lottery.
I felt... Babe, seriously?
I like him.
- You do?
- You did, girl.
Thinking back on it,
this is most likely
when Jessa planned her attack.
So what are
you saying, Aria?
It's me.
I know it's me.
Trying to play me.
Is he serious?
Hey, baby!
What's up!
Where have you been?
Our song is playing!
Oh, are you missing
your big daddy?
- Where have you been?
- Store run.
Did you leave the stuff
in the car?
'Cause you came in here
empty handed.
No, your mom sent me to
the store for a deck of cards.
Mm-hmm?
Baby, I think
you should talk to Jessa.
Why?
'Cause, I came out front,
and she had her head down,
so I told her to take a ride
with me to the store.
Kiss your wife.
Give me the cards.
- You'll need your hands.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
- Wait, baby?
Okay, look, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Grab my hair.
- People are gonna see us.
Oh my...
Okay...
All right...
Wait, I don't
understand why
you had to give
Kingston oral sex.
Wanted to see
if he smelled like soap.
Like he cleaned up.
Or if he smelled like Jessa.
And?
He smelled like neither.
So it was a reward.
To remind him
that he was being
taken care of at home.
So...
if he wouldn't
mess with her then,
what makes you think
he's messing with her now?
I don't know.
Maybe they bonded
while they were on their way
to the store alone.
Or maybe your mind is just
playing tricks on you.
Or maybe her woman's intuition
is telling her
that something is going on
between Kingston and Jessa.
I could hurt
Jessa so bad right now.
I'm so serious.
Now, now, now.
He is your husband.
It takes two to tango.
Yo, if you don't shut
your bougie, delusional ass.
God.
Hand me the bottle, 'Nee.
Might as well get faded
while we're trying
to figure out which one
- of our marriages is over.
- That is not funny, Aria.
Oh, I'm sorry, Jamie.
So, so, if we just pretend Jessa
didn't drop a bombshell
in all of our laps,
it'll go away?
You know, I'm sorry, ladies.
I gave it a lot of thought,
and I took it into prayer,
and it's absolutely not
Bishop Eric.
We don't believe you.
You need more people.
Okay.
Stop. Okay?
We cannot start turning
against each other,
because it's none
of our faults.
And did you just
quote Jay Z?
Jamie, you're right.
It's not Eric.
It's not Kingston,
either, Aria.
How do you know?
'Cause it's Jackson.
He told me this morning.
Oh, Renee.
I am so sorry.
No, wait,
he just walked up on you
and told you he's having...
he's sleeping with Jessa?
This morning I told Jackson
that I love him.
He replied,
"We need to talk."
But that doesn't mean anything.
It could be like you told me,
you know,
your mind could just be
playing tricks on you.
He could want to
talk to you about
millions of different things.
Jackson is fed up
with me working.
I mean, come on, guys,
we don't need the money.
It was my choice.
I started going back to work
because I needed to be
fulfilled.
I mean, you don't understand
wh-when the...
when the kids started
going to school,
staying at home all day?
Washing and cleaning?
Come on, that got old!
I'm a college-educated woman!
I never thought
that my career w-would...
would jeopardize my marriage!
One night Jackson invited
all of his colleagues
to our house for dinner, and...
You know, I was
up against a deadline
for a marketing proposal.
I asked Jessa to help out.
- That's crazy.
- Do you remember that?
I do. I do.
I totally forgot about that.
- Wow.
- Goodness, yeah.
- That was hilarious.
- How did that...
- Good times.
- Yeah, yeah, no.
But listen, hey, I appreciate
you coming over to help.
- I really do.
- Oh, Jackson.
I mean, look at this place.
I couldn't...
there's no way
I could have done this.
Oh, please! It's fine!
I love to help.
Hey. I'm home.
Hi!
- Hey, Jessa.
- Hey.
Yeah. Hi, baby!
Well, since you are back,
I'm gonna...
I guess I'm gonna
head home.
Thank you for everything,
Jessa.
I didn't do anything.
You had everything
planned perfectly.
The caterers are in
the kitchen throwing down.
I had some of the samples.
Delicious.
Dropped the kids off
at your mom's,
and the table's set.
Everything's good to go.
Thank you.
Jackson, I am sorry that
I couldn't be here tonight.
Couldn't, or wouldn't?
Why do you keep
fighting me about my work?
You know that I am
the vice president of marketing
for a Fortune 500 company,
which entails
a lot of responsibility,
- a lot of hours...
- And so does being a wife!
So, you...
You're completely comfortable
asking another woman
to do your wifely duties?
Wifely duties?
Look, Jackson,
let me tell you something.
I know that I work,
but I am still...
I'm sorry, I'm looking
for Mrs. Clinton?
Yes, how can I help you?
Um...
the other Mrs. Clinton?
I am Mrs. Clinton.
I am the one and only
Mrs. Clinton.
What can I
help you with, honey?
Do either of you have
the boating information?
I'm sure we can reach them
in case of emergency.
And say what, huh?
Oh, we should call
them and say,
"Excuse me,
can I talk to the captain?
"Can you please ask
the three gentlemen,
"'which one of you
is a no-good cheating husband
who's not coming home
to his wife tonight?'"
Now, what are you doing?
I'm texting Jessa.
She won't respond
to any of our calls.
Maybe she'll just...
I mean, maybe she'll
answer my text.
Hello, Bishop.
What are you doing?
Jessa's?
Oh.
Fixing her blinds, I see.
Last week it was
her garbage disposal.
I... I know that Mark
is no longer here,
and you guys
have been friends for...
Oh, don't be silly.
Of course not.
I don't want you to stop
everything and come home.
I... I'm just here,
just studying
Mark 12 through 14.
All right.
All right, baby.
Oh, hey.
Hi Jessa.
Girl, I...
I had to borrow
your husband, again.
You know I'm revamping
the entire house, right?
Including the drapes.
So, we're just in here
interior decorating.
Oh, hey babe!
Oh.
Not only does my husband
know the Word,
apparently
he's an interior decorator.
Actually, I thought
I'd come by and lend a hand
since I was at home
doing nothing.
Oh. Well, by all means,
the more the merrier.
- Come on in.
- Oh, glory be.
- Glory be.
- You look fantastic.
Oh, Renee. Don't cry.
I know it's difficult,
but I don't think
you need to worry.
After listening
to both of you,
I'm pretty certain
that it's Kingston.
Bitch, please.
You got the same message we did.
I am a first lady.
Do not refer to me
with such vulgarity.
Uh-huh.
I call it like I see it.
So do I.
Stop it!
The three of us
are still best friends!
We cannot let Jessa...
She can't turn us
against each other!
I'm sorry. You're right.
I'm sorry for
calling you out your name,
and wanting to slap
the taste out your mouth.
Apology accepted.
Well, I need a shower,
and I'm over
this abandoned house.
Can we please
go home?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Come on,
sassy first lady.
Stop it.
Hey, lover.
I'm home.
The movers are all gone,
and I'm just...
I'm just here, all alone,
just thinking about you,
waiting on you,
waiting to feel you
inside of me.
Tonight, lover.
Oh, tonight is all about you.
Regrets? I have none.
You know, when Mark died,
I thought I'd never love again,
but I found life in his arms.
I learned how to be again.
I learned how to breathe again.
He did that for me.
He did, and no one
could ever understand that.
No one.
I couldn't pass up the chance
to feel loved again,
to feel cherished
and adored and...
This is no fling.
This is just
the beginning for us.
Little Miss Broken-Hearted,
she'll be getting
her divorce papers this week.
And when she does,
and everything
is legally squared away,
I'll marry the man
that I love.
Yeah.
To my happiness.
Cheers.
You've been coming
here once a month
for the last five years.
You only watch me perform,
and then you leave
without saying anything to me.
You're one of
my biggest fans.
You know what you need?
- A private dance.
- Oh, no. No, no, no.
- You game?
- I'm married, thank you.
I'm married.
Let's go.
Don't worry, you're in
good hands with Pleasure.
Oh.
So... what exactly did you mean
by private consultation?
Oh, my.
Front door open.
Welcome home, wife.
Eric, you're home early.
Is there something wrong?
Nasty girl.
I'm a nasty girl.
Eric, it's not
what you think, honey.
- It's not what you...
- Shh.
Are you my nasty girl?
Yes, I'm your nasty girl.
"Take me, my Pleasure.
I'm your nasty girl."
That's some message
you left me, wifey.
What's my name?
Pleasure...
No, no, it's not what it seems.
I can explain this.
- Eric, please no, please no.
- Shut up!
Yes!
- Okay, okay...
- Shut your mouth.
Yes!
I had no idea
that I married a slut.
- I can't breathe.
- A no-good whore,
someone that will beg
another man to...
- I can't breathe...
- ...to do her like a trick?
You still breathing?
I hate you, Jamie.
You hear me?
I don't give a damn
what happens to you
from here on out.
I could kill you.
You've got the audacity
to walk in my house,
still wet from sex
with another man.
That's what you do to me,
Jamie?
Baby, I love you. I'm so sorry.
You love me?
- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- You really love me?
Jamie, if you loved me...
I would hate to be married
to a woman who hated me.
How was your day?
Everything go well
at church today?
Mother came by
this afternoon.
She helped me
make your favorite,
red velvet cupcakes.
Hmm!
I almost forgot to tell you,
the Martins had it out
on the lawn today.
She egged his BMW
and slashed his tires.
Can you believe it?
I was watching it,
and I felt like I was watching
a soap opera live.
It was better than one of those
Tyler Perry plays.
This is ridiculous, Eric.
If you're going to ignore me,
why do you come to dinner?
If you're going to ignore me,
why do you come home?
If you're going to ignore me,
why are we together?
It's been a year
since my indiscretion.
I've apologized from
the bottom of my heart.
Are you ever
going to forgive me?
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done
on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day
our daily bread,
and forgive us
our trespasses.
Please answer.
Hello?
Hey, Mom.
Well, don't sound so excited
to hear from me.
No, I-I'm sorry.
It's just I was hoping
you were Kingston.
Baby, what's wrong?
Oh my God, Mama.
Baby, what is it?
Jessa sent over
this DVD message
to me, Renee and Jamie,
saying she's having an affair
with one of our husbands,
and he's not coming home
tonight,
but leaving
to be with her instead.
- What?
- And she was serious.
Did you talk to Kingston?
No, I tried calling him.
He went on a fishing trip
with Eric and Jackson.
There's no reception there
and he's not coming home
until tonight.
First off, that skank Jess
needs her ass whupped.
She is so irrelevant right now.
This is about the commitment
that was made
between y'all and y'all's
husband, not her.
Believe it or not, it is not
about that triflin' Jess Bell.
This is about your marriages,
because if it wasn't her,
it could have been
somebody else.
You know, a faithful man
remains faithful
regardless of the woman
or the temptations.
- Do you understand that, Aria?
- Yes, Mom.
Okay now here's the
million-dollar question for you.
Do you think your husband's
cheating on you?
Don't think about it,
just answer from your gut.
Before the DVD message,
I would say no.
But I'd also say I wouldn't put
nothing past my man.
So you think Kingston
has left you?
Yes.
Oh, hell no.
Ariana Monique Gold,
you are not crying.
I just...
I just don't know
what to do, Mama.
Baby, look,
it is really simple.
Either that dirty dog
does not deserve one tear
shed over his corpse,
or it's not him,
and you're worrying
about nothing.
Sweetie, in my opinion,
in a few hours,
you're going to see
that you're just worrying
about a whole bunch
of nothing, okay?
Kingston loves you.
He adores the ground
you walk on.
He wouldn't cheat on you
with that heifer.
I pray you're right.
Do you need me
to come down there?
No.
No, I just need some time
alone to regroup.
All right, you call me back
after you hear from
your husband, all right baby?
Call me back, okay?
Bye, Mama.
- Okay, I'm ready.
- One, two...
- Okay, wait.
- What?
- Okay.
- One, two... stop laughing.
- Okay, okay.
- One, two, three, cheese.
- That's so sad.
- Yes, give them face.
Only you would have
a doggone selfie stick.
Yes, I'm leaving
this one with you.
It's convenient.
You're going to love it.
- I'm telling you.
- Goodie goodie.
I'll take these
with my man.
See, now that's entirely
too much information.
- TMI?
- Too much information.
It's the alcohol speaking.
Cheers.
Oh, that was my freshmen year
at Columbia.
Oh, I look good.
- Okay, you're so humble.
- No.
If I can get
into that school, girl,
and turn my life around...
Oh goodness,
wait a minute.
We're not about
to have a Mama...
we were going to have
that "Mama, I made it" moment.
"I made it out
the hood, Mama."
Stop.
No, I've done some things
I'm not proud of.
Haven't we all?
Drinking, hoeing,
running credit card scams,
robbing folks,
shoplifting,
popping pills,
smoking weed, drinking.
- Oh, we do that.
- We still do that.
Yeah, I still do that.
- We're good at it.
- Threesomes, foursomes.
I was on the track,
when I was 15,
one night,
I was walking home,
and dude
pulled up beside me,
offered me $200
for some head.
I said, "I am not a hoe,
I am not on the track,
I am walking home, okay?"
Then he said,
"How about $3,000?"
That's a lot of money at 16.
I'd never seen that much money
in my life, you know.
So I said, "Sure."
Do you know what he said?
"Now that we have established
that you are a hoe,
now we just have to negotiate."
I ended up getting $500.
Wow.
If I knew...
being so stupid...
would still affect
my life today... I...
Aria, don't.
Okay, I mean, it's the past.
I mean, it's a shady ass past,
I can't even lie,
but it's
the past nonetheless.
I wish life were
so simple and cute,
but when you're 15
and having sex
and abortion after abortion
after abortion,
life has a way
of punishing you
because now...
now... I can't have babies.
I can't give my husband
the one thing he wants from me.
So I lie,
because I don't have
the heart
to tell him...
"Hey, hubby,
I used to be a hoe."
I've had a bunch of trains
ran on me
and a gang of abortions and now,
I can't get pregnant.
So I come up...
with...
excuse after excuse...
as to why now...
is not the best time...
for me to give...
m-my husband...
who I love...
the one thing he asks of me...
a... a bab...
a baby.
I started my practice,
and my baby,
she about to be
a best-selling author novelist.
Yeah, right.
I want to have a family.
I want to start a family.
And I love you.
Yeah, but we need
to talk.
- About what?
- We can talk about it later.
At the tone,
please record your message.
When you are finished
recording...
She's your queen.
Wow, you look gorgeous.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
I mean, it's a lot
for a school recital.
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
See, actually I was going to say
you look a little underdressed
for my awards
banquet tonight.
You're not... you're not going
to your daughter's
dance recital tonight?
Jackson, we already
discussed this.
Getting this award is a big
accomplishment for me tonight
and I want you there
by my side with me.
Look as a parent,
my primary concern
is for my child,
so I'll be at the recital.
Look, I'd advise you
to do the same.
Jackson, you and I both know
that Kieren has a recital
once a month,
and I've already talked to her.
She understands
that Mommy and Daddy
are missing
only this one recital.
Kieren barely understands
her homework.
Look, how...
how many times is your job
going to be more important
than this family?
What?
How many times is this job
going to be more important
- than this family?
- I heard you.
Jackson, I am a great mother,
and a phenomenal wife,
and I have been that for years.
And I'm just also trying to be
a brilliant career woman,
and me receiving
this award tonight
justifies that obviously
I'm pretty good at it.
But I am still a phenomenal wife
and I am still a great woman.
I am just now also
a phenomenal career woman.
But I'm all three,
Jackson, all three,
and I really would like
if my husband would support me
and be there by my side
to help me climb up the ladder,
not keep trying
to drag me down.
- Drag you down?
- Yes.
I'm sorry to drag you.
Let us not pretend,
I don't support your career
or what it's doing
to this family. Look at us.
Jackson, wait.
Jackson!
Jackson, would you just
please wait?
Fine, you go to the recital
then and afterwards,
can you and the kids
come meet me at the banquet?
Okay.
Okay.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Cheers.
Hey, boss.
Um. Hey! Hey.
What are you doing here?
It is almost midnight.
Well, I mean, if you want to
keep winning awards,
someone's got to do the work.
Say what?
It was just a joke now,
but what are you doing here?
Why aren't you out celebrating?
I am.
I am enjoying my drinks
and I am celebrating
and toasting me because
nobody else gives a damn.
Well, you look absolutely
beautiful tonight,
and I admire the work
that you do.
You truly inspire me.
Thank you.
I am so happy
that somebody that I know
actually appreciates
the work that I do.
You know what,
I know of a good way
we could top off the night.
Careful now, boy.
That sounds like
an indecent proposal.
It is.
Oh, God, okay. Please, stop.
Please, let's stop.
Please, stop.
Just no.
Can you help me up, please?
Thank you.
Oh, God.
No words necessary.
It was awful.
Oh God, you ain't never lied.
Oh God, it was awful.
But you know what,
okay, I'm sorry, Darren.
It was probably because
I had too much alcohol
and there's a big
age difference between us
and I can only get wet
for my husband
and it's probably because...
I'm gay.
Oh.
Thanks for letting me
stop here so late, girl.
I just needed a night
away from Jackson.
Renee? Please.
Mi casa, su casa.
You know that.
That's what friends are for.
You and Jackson had a fight?
Tell me, what happened
at the banquet?
Jackson's hard-headed,
stubborn mule ass
never even showed up.
What?
He never came to the banquet,
and he made a heavy
guilt trip on me
because I missed
our daughter's recital.
So to make a long story short,
me emotional,
a lot of drinks,
a cute enough assistant
that just thinks
that I am God's gift to men,
at work, after hours,
oh God, really bad foreplay.
I mean, really,
really bad.
Package wouldn't function.
My self-esteem
plummets even further.
Assistant tells me
he's gay.
Mm-hmm!
And, uh, me, now,
2 AM, at your house,
and I am drunk as a skunk.
Oh, my God.
I mean, I can't believe
you almost cheated on Jackson.
And it was awful.
My nipples are raw,
my vajayjay is bruised,
and I don't mean that
in a good way.
Hmm...
So I take it you and Jackson
are having problems?
Hmm.
In fact, I have a feeling
that if...
I am going to lose
my husband and my family
if I don't,
if I don't stop working.
No.
There's always going to be
shades of gray.
You've got to find
the middle ground.
Don't quit your job, okay.
Don't do that.
You deserve to be happy.
- Right.
- Okay.
Thanks.
At the tone,
please record your message.
Hey Jackson, um...
this morning you said to me
that we need to talk.
Those can be some of the
scariest words that any wife...
that any wife
hears from her husband,
because for the first time
in our marriage,
you have introduced
a fear to me
that our marriage
could come to an end.
And of course, I know I could
probably be assuming the worst,
but Jackson, I'm...
you're my heart,
and our family
means everything to me.
If uh...
if working means losing you,
then I promise you
I will quit.
I just want things
to go back
the way they used to be
between us.
I need you.
Jackson, I need you.
Jack...
Damn.
These women.
Wow, they have been sending me
all kinds of texts,
threatening voicemails.
I pay them no mind, okay.
I have things to do.
I have a life to prepare.
Got to get ready
for my man's arrival.
Well, would you
look at the time.
It's almost 7 PM.
He'll be here shortly.
So you're drinking now.
You disgust me.
Oh Eric,
after the day I've had,
no, the year I've had,
frankly darling,
I don't give a damn
what you think.
All right. Like having
one night stands with strippers
and cursing?
That's so disrespectful.
Disrespectful?
No, disrespectful
is getting a message
from your husband's mistress.
- My what?
- Your whore.
Yeah, Jessa, she sent us
a message via DVD,
actually it was quite cute.
And you're calling
someone else a whore?
Please.
You're defending
your mistress to me.
Is that it?
You know you lost your rights
to question me
when you opened your legs
up to another man.
Frankly, Eric,
I'm surprised you're here
because your mistress said
you wouldn't be
coming home tonight.
Oh wait, did you forget
something?
Was it your Bible?
Not that I care,
but those are lies.
Are they?
You know, having to listen
to my wife have sex
with another man
on the phone...
I wouldn't care
if I brought a woman home
and screwed her
in your bed.
Why are you here, huh?
I punished myself,
and I've allowed you to
punish me over and over again.
But no, no, no more,
Bishop Eric Maurice Hall.
No more.
What do you mean by that?
Like I said,
what do you mean by that?
What do I mean?
I'll tell you what I mean.
All my life, I've tried to be
the perfect little girl.
I got the perfect grades,
I never got my clothes dirty,
I never did anything wrong
because I wanted my parents
to be so happy
and so proud of me.
- And?
- And you know what I mean, Eric.
You know exactly what I mean.
My entire life,
through college,
I wanted everyone to like me,
and this marriage,
I wanted it
to be perfect.
The perfect everything,
the perfect wife,
the perfect first lady,
but I'm tired of being perfect,
and you know what?
You can take your perfect whore
and have a perfect
little life together.
Jamie.
What? What?
Don't speak
because I'm done.
I'm done talking.
I'm done begging,
I'm done praying.
I'm done being treated
like a second class whore
in my own house.
I wish you
and Jessa the best.
I pray for you.
My church has been
in this family for 50 years
and I will not allow you
to embarrass me
or my family
from that congregation
with this nonsense
that you're talking.
Now I don't believe in divorce
and you know that, Jamie.
I do, and I didn't believe
in it either,
until I realized how disgusting
it was being married to you.
I will kill you
before I allow you
to leave this marriage.
What are you going to do,
Bishop?
Put me in a chokehold,
pin me down, strangle me,
read some scripture?
That's what I thought.
What up, stranger?
Where you been?
Haven't seen you in a while.
You used to come by every month.
Oh, well,
I've just been busy.
You came to see me?
You don't want to go back
into that club, do you?
And you want me to do you again,
don't you?
Get a room.
I should be done by 12.
Oh, Pleasure,
how much?
All night?
All night.
Two thousand.
See you later.
- Hey, babe.
- Hey.
Have a good day?
- It was cool.
- Did you catch any fish?
I'm going to take a shower.
I'll call you back.
Hey, so is everybody
still coming over
for the fish fry later
and play cards?
Yeah, as far as I know.
Eric and Kingston too?
Yeah, you just asked me that.
Okay, just asking.
Renee...
Really?
You got my phone?
Why do you have
my phone?
Jackson,
do you want a divorce?
- Do you?
- Hell no. I do not.
I do not want
a divorce, Jackson.
I don't.
Didn't you get my message?
Yeah, I got your message.
Then what else do I have to do
to prove to you
that I want this marriage
to work?
What do you want from me?
You want me to beg you?
Fine, look at me.
I am down on my knees.
Please, please don't leave me.
Please, don't give up on us.
Please.
Renee, get up.
Renee, get up.
No, Jackson, please.
I don't care about that job.
To hell with that career.
- Please!
- Renee...
Please, Jackson,
I love you.
Jackson, please,
I love you.
Renee,
listen to me.
Jackson, I don't care about
what happened in the past.
I just need to make sure
that you and I
can move forward
together now.
If I could leave the past
in the past, I would.
I'm sorry.
For what? What?
- I love you.
- But?
I, um...
I had an affair.
I had a one-night stand,
and she's pregnant.
I'm sorry, I never meant
for this to happen.
Jessa's having your baby?
Je... What are you
talking about?
What the hell
does Jessa have to...
what are you talking about?
Just listen.
Shut up.
You shut up!
Look, Renee...
Let's try
and figure out...
whoa, whoa, Renee.
Renee.
I'm going to ask you
one more time.
Are you having an affair
with Jessa?
What? No.
The one-night stand
has nothing to do with Jessa.
Why are you saying that?
I need you to get out
of this house.
Babe, I'm-I'm sorry,
I don't...
Get out, Jackson.
Get out!
Jackson.
Jackson!
Damn it, Kingston.
Damn you, Kingston.
Why'd you do this to me?
Why'd you do this to me?
You son of a bitch,
how could you do this to me?
Damn you, Kingston.
Damn you, you stupid,
piece of, stupid...
Damn you, Kingston.
Baby, the heck did I do?
What's going on?
It's not you.
It's not me.
What? Okay. Well,
I need to go fishing more.
Baby, all right, listen.
I stink.
I've been on a boat
all day, okay?
- Let me just get in the shower.
- No, no, homie.
We about to take this off
right now.
Okay, so we do it real quick,
all right?
Remember, we've got to get over
to Jackson's, all right?
Where is Eric?
I don't know.
He's at home.
And Jackson,
is he at home too?
Yeah. Why?
What? Oh God, what?
Are you screwing Jessa?
Ow. No,
I'm not screwing Jessa.
Are you screwing Jessa?
Baby, I'm not screwing Jessa,
or any other woman,
for that matter.
What's going on?
Wh-what's going on? What?
Jessa sent
this stupid DVD message
to me, Renee, and Jamie,
saying that
she's having an affair
with one of our husbands,
and he's planning to leave
one of us for her today.
- What?
- She packed up and everything.
Okay, well, listen Aria,
I don't know what's going on,
- with Jessa...
- Don't touch me.
...or anybody else.
But, look...
I'm not about to leave you
for her or any other woman.
What's wrong with you?
I wish I could believe that,
but with all three of you home
and Jessa having
no reason to lie,
either one of you
changed your mind
or plans to dip out later.
But one of you betrayed us,
and I need to know
if that's you.
No, I told you,
no, it's not.
What?
Every, every conversation
you've had with Jessa,
every time
we spent time together,
every look, every touch,
that all seemed
so innocent then.
It's all suspect now,
all of it.
So wait a minute,
not only do you think
that I cheat on you,
you think that I would cheat
on you with your best friend?
That's the husband
that you married?
Huh?
You know what,
if you think that,
then you and I
have some big problems.
If you were planning to
leave me for some other woman,
then we have
an even bigger problem.
You can go to hell,
that's the problem we got.
Of course you would say that.
Of course, Kingston.
What else would you say?
Yes, I was screwing Jessa
and I was planning
to leave you for her?
Bitch, please.
I'm your husband, all right?
Watch your mouth,
have some respect.
Or what else, bitch?
You know what, get yourself
together, all right?
Now when you're ready
to have a grown conversation
a-and control yourself
like an adult,
then we can have a conversation,
all right?
- We're talking about this now.
- I'm not talking about it now.
Kingston, we're talking
about this right now.
Kingston! Get back here!
I didn't sleep a wink
last night.
I guess the last laugh
is on me.
My lover, oh, my lover, the man
that I gave up so much for...
...he never showed up.
He never even called.
When I tried to call him,
his phone just went
straight to voicemail.
I'm not heartless.
I'm not.
Those women were my friends.
We shared many moments together.
We have many memories.
I know... I know the affair
with me and lover was wrong,
but...
my husband's death was...
It was so painful.
The loneliness and the grief,
it was unbearable.
It was unbearable.
And after our first night
together,
I just became consumed
with him.
He was like the light
in my life of... of darkness...
and... and gloom.
He said all the right things,
he did all the right things,
he convinced me that he was
willing to walk away
from it all.
I bet on love...
and lost.
Do I regret sending
those taunting messages
to my friends who are
definitely now foes?
I, uh... I don't know.
It was spiteful...
and childish.
At the end of the day,
my relationship with...
I guess I should start
referring to him
by his government name.
The relationship I had with...
Did you have a good night?
Did you...
I didn't.
Yeah, I know, okay.
I know, it was.
It was childish, I agree.
So just... just come over here
and spank me.
Not a good time to go public?
What are you saying,
lover?
Okay wait, so you're
trying to tell me
that everything you told me
has just been a lie?
You want to use me up
and just throw me away?
No, no, you're a liar.
You're a liar,
because you weren't even
supposed to go back there.
You were supposed to come
straight here, to me.
Oh please, you had
no intentions of leaving her.
A break?
You want to take a break?
I uh...
I wouldn't do that
if I were you, lover.
Subtitles by explosiveskull
I'm that bitch.
You know.
The one every woman
wishes she could be.
The one every man wishes
he could be with.
My name is Jessica Bell.
My friends call me Jessa.
See...
How do I begin?
He's my lover...
and her husband.
Yeah, I mean, she has the ring,
she has the marriage license,
but I have him.
And in this game,
as far as I'm concerned,
there can only be one winner.
Me.
Ma, what's burning?
Huh? Oh, shoot!
Oh, Kieren, hand me
that towel, baby.
I was trying to
make breakfast for Daddy
before his fishing trip.
You? Cook?
Is it Flashback Friday?
Oh, really?
- Oh, wait, can I have this orange?
- No!
- Why not?
- Because!
- I-I need it for...
- It's just for breakfast.
Hey babe!
Good morning.
I was, uh, trying to make
breakfast for my husband.
Good work.
I'm trying, Jackson.
And I love you.
Hey, look,
we need to talk.
About what?
We can talk
about it later.
Check your eggs.
Come on, sweetie,
let's go. School time.
- And I'm eating this orange.
- No!
- Come on.
- No.
Let me hold the orange.
I'm gonna give it back.
- No.
- I'll give you back half of it.
- No.
- Why not?
Damn.
Oh, baby.
Oh, I love you.
Damn.
Mm, I love you.
I love you, too.
Baby, I asked you
to get me up at 7 AM,
not for you to get up too.
I had to. I wanted to get some
before you left.
Plus, I needed to get up early
so I can get some writing done
before I go hang out
with the girls.
Me and my boys, we're about to
catch a gang of fish today.
Yeah.
Y'all better get back, 'cause
I'm telling you right now,
- I ain't saving no plates.
- You better save me a plate.
You better save me a plate.
I ain't saving...
You get back here.
- Don't play.
- You get back here.
I will. I promise.
I ain't missin' any fish.
So look.
I've started my practice.
- Mm-hmm.
- And my baby,
she's about to be
a best-selling author, novelist.
Right, yeah right.
I wanna have a family.
I wanna start a family.
You know,
when I finish my book,
and I get an editor,
and get published...
it's a lot on a sister's plate.
Just... be patient with me,
Dr. Livewell.
I just need a little more time
before we start having
a bunch of crumb-snatchers
running around here.
Baby, you've been working
on that book
for two years, all right?
It's my first novel!
Masterpieces take time.
- What?
- Okay.
Hey. What?
No, mm-mm.
I'm not done with you yet.
Where are you going?
What you mean,
you ain't done with me?
Where you going?
- It's the encore.
- Is this fair?
No.
Is this fair?
Is this fair?
I'm serious.
I want a family.
No peeks.
Baby.
Okay.
Good morning, Bishop.
Have a good day.
Oh! Hello?
Aria, girl,
you are not going to believe
what your crazy ass
Uncle Junebug did.
That fool done went out
and got another tramp pregnant.
Baby mama number five,
Lord Jesus, oh.
I'm working, Mom.
Well, that's your problem,
not mine.
Girl, you married a doctor.
Why are you working anyway?
I'm a writer.
I'm writing.
That's what writers do.
Yeah, but you ain't sold
nary book.
But you know what?
When you finish that thing,
I'm gonna buy
the first 10 copies,
and I want them all autographed
by my baby girl.
Bye, Mama.
This woman.
Oh, crap.
Okay.
I think you should
lead the toast.
- Uh-uh, why me?
- Because if Jamie does it,
we'll be here all day
with her prayer.
There's always
a good time for prayer.
Amen to that.
So, we're gonna take this time
to do a toast to my ladies,
whom I love,
and I'm so happy that we do this
every single Friday,
'cause it is Ladies' Friday.
- Yes.
- Hear, hear.
It's bad luck to toast
with water, Jamie.
Yes, it is.
Mm, mm, mm-hmm.
So refreshing,
so good for the body.
Mm, mm, mm-mm.
- Tap out. You win.
- Where's Jessa?
She's two hours late.
No, no, she's not coming.
- She mentioned she had something else to do.
- What?
What does she have to do
where she can't be here?
It's not like she has
other friends, or a man.
Mm, actually, she mentioned
she was seeing somebody new!
- What?
- Yeah!
Okay, no, no, no,
please share details!
Well, um...
What in God's name is that?
Oh, come on, you can't start
and not finish.
- Do you know about this guy?
- Mm-mm.
I know sometimes I work late
at the office, but seriously?
- You've never seen this guy?
- Mm-mm. I don't know.
Seeing somebody,
'cause I've been telling her
for the longest...
Uh, Renee?
Sweet Jesus, Lord.
- Uh, Renee?
- Hmm?
This sexy piece of caramel
was at the door
asking for you.
Come on, baby,
take it off.
Listen, y'all are
some thirsty hoes.
This is my assistant, Darren.
Did you just use
that language?
- Sorry, Darren.
- It's okay, Mrs. Clinton.
Here are those files
you requested.
Oh, yes. Thank you.
Of course.
Now, if you need anything else,
feel free
to just give me a call.
- I'll be back at the office.
- Okay, thank you Darren.
- No problem.
- Okay.
- All right.
- I'll walk you out.
No problem,
I can show myself out.
- Oh, okay.
- Ladies.
Thank you.
Bye, Darren!
Dang, Renee.
Now I see why you spend
so many hours at work!
Okay, y'all have some issues.
Stop it! Come on...
I am a happily married woman,
thank you.
Mm-hmm.
And that boy
is way too young.
He's still wet
behind the ears.
He probably
still wears Underoos.
So true.
You're married,
not dead.
As long as
you don't do anything,
there's nothing wrong
with admiring God's creations.
Hear, hear.
I would admire that erry day.
Wow, so vulgar.
I can't deal with
y'all chicks today.
Oh no-no-no,
no, no, sit. You sit.
Darren probably came back
'cause he forgot something.
I don't want y'all two broads
salivating over him again.
- I'm just getting a napkin.
- No.
You really need to get
a proper doorbell, Aria.
And you really need to stop
eating cupcakes, Jamie.
I'm serious.
You can go from the chick with
the fat ass to the fatass chick.
Watch.
Whoo-hoo! Ooh.
Special delivery!
Mm!
Really?
Wow. Really, Renee?
Those are gorgeous.
- Hmm!
- Well, would you come open it?
Oh!
I thought they were for you.
I thought that was
your assistant, huh?
Okay, no, Darren
did not bring me these.
They were already
out on your porch
when I went out there,
so I assume
they are
for the lady of the house.
- Moi?
- Yes,
would you hurry up
and open it?
Look at Kingston over here,
flexing his romantic muscles.
- It's "to her."
- A DVD? Really?
Let me find out
that you and Kingston
did a "Mimi and Nico"
fake sex tape?
Really? That's what
we're about to watch?
Girl, bye.
Oh, okay.
Actually, it says "to her,"
and Bishop Eric
does know I'm here,
so the flowers
are probably for me.
You know, no, no, no,
Jamie has a point.
'Cause Jackson knows
I'm over here, too.
So how do we know
this is not for me?
Well, there's only one way
to find out, ladies.
Cough it up. Give it!
I'll play it, 'Nee.
My sweet husband.
Surprise! It's me.
This message is for her.
I knew where to find you,
because it's girls' night,
where we hang with the clique.
As you know, I won't be
attending the festivities
this go 'round.
Or, ever again,
for that matter.
There are many forks
in the road in life,
and I decided to travel
down the path
leading straight into
your husband's open arms.
Yes, your husband.
I can't lie,
and say I regret it.
I need him more than you do,
and I love him
more than you ever will.
This morning?
You saw him.
For the last time.
Tonight, he comes home to me.
He's my man now.
Thank you.
Thank you for not being
woman enough for him.
I am twice the woman you are.
As a matter of fact,
he whispered that in my ear
just a few weeks ago
in your bed.
I mean, if you
have yet to figure it out,
you most definitely will.
Tonight.
When you're sleeping alone,
and your husband's arms
are wrapped around me.
Bye bye, now.
- What the f...?
- Oh my God.
Does she think this is funny?
This is not funny.
Sorry, ladies.
It's just that Jessa's
little silly game
- made me just lose my brunch.
- Right.
Oh, gosh.
Did you get Jessa
on the phone?
Do you hear me talking
on the phone to anybody, Jamie?
Obviously the bitch
didn't pick up.
All right,
this is all bad.
Jessa,
this is Aria.
We got your little DVD message.
Be woman enough to call us back.
Matter of fact,
be woman enough
to bring your raggedy behind
down here.
You know where we are.
Slut... tramp.. whore.
Kingston's not answering
the phone.
All right, fine,
let me call,
see if Jackson
will answer his cell.
Hold on.
Jackson's cell's gone straight
to voicemail, too.
The point is, she can only leave
- with one of our husbands, right?
- Right.
So you said that you met up
with Jessa the other week,
and she mentioned she started
seeing somebody, so...
Yeah, we had
lunch about four Fridays ago.
Damn. They don't make
'em like that anymore.
- Hey!
- Oh! Hey, boo!
Oh, you know what, I am so glad
you chose Uncle Andre's.
You know it's
my favorite spot, right?
Uh-uh.
Girl, you are glowing.
Did you get some
last night?
Um, I'm really trying to
figure out what I'm gonna eat.
So you are seeing someone!
Yeah!
I'm... no, not per se.
Not necessarily seeing anyone
like that.
Okay, Aria, yes,
I am seeing someone.
Jessa, you don't have to
feel guilty about moving on.
It's been some time,
so many years,
since Mark passed away, okay?
You deserve to move on
with your life.
At some point, you have to.
All right?
You deserve loved up, loved on,
again, and again, and again.
So...?
When do we get to meet him?
Um...
Wow. We're taking things
super... super-duper slow.
So, meeting friends
and family and all that
that's probably
not gonna happen.
Not any time soon.
You gotta give
me something.
I mean, like,
where's he from?
- The peach cobbler...
- Does he have any kids?
- What tax bracket is he in?
- The peach cobbler is awesome.
Social security?
What does he look like?
- I mean...
- Okay, Curious Georgette.
He looks...
handsome.
And, we, uh...
we met through a, um...
mutual friend.
Okay!
Uh-huh.
Let's go, ladies.
We need to get to the bottom
of this hot mess
and pay Miss Jessa Bell
a visit.
Come on. Come on.
The one who sleeps alone
tonight.
So alone. She'll know.
She'll know
that I'm the better woman.
Mm.
Oh, hell, I wish he would have
skipped that damn fishing trip.
I mean, really.
I've got all the red snapper
he needs right here.
Welcome to the
whorehouse, ladies.
Wow.
Yo, this just
got way real.
- Where are you going?
- Looking for clues.
There isn't anything here.
I should have known better
than to trust that slut.
I did her English paper
freshman year!
I should have known better
than to trust anything that pees
sitting down around my husband.
I'm married
to a fine ass doctor.
Broads always trying to come up.
I gotta protect what's mine!
Who would have known
I had to be on high alert
around my friend.
Yeah.
We were always
so competitive,
but to think she'd go
after my husband!
I remember when I first
introduced him to her punk ass.
Jessa, meet the love of my life
and the changer of my last name.
Well, it's nice to meet you,
Dr. Livewell.
I hope you live up
to your surname,
for Aria's sake,
of course.
It was nice
to meet you, Jessa.
I'm gonna let
your girlfriend handle
that whole thing
you just said.
Well, you know,
I'll have you know
that you just made yourself
a new friend, Kingston.
Okay, well,
any friend of Aria's
is a friend of mine, so...
Um, you know what,
I need you two
to put on some grown-up clothes,
get cleaned up.
We taking you out.
Who's we?
You got a boo?
Girl, no.
Me and two other couples
from the neighborhood.
We're just...
treating you to dinner,
like a welcome
to the neighborhood thing. Yeah!
Jamie and Renee, actually.
You're gonna love them.
- All right.
- Free food! I'm in.
- I'll get a shower.
- All he needed to hear.
It's like he won the lottery.
I felt... Babe, seriously?
I like him.
- You do?
- You did, girl.
Thinking back on it,
this is most likely
when Jessa planned her attack.
So what are
you saying, Aria?
It's me.
I know it's me.
Trying to play me.
Is he serious?
Hey, baby!
What's up!
Where have you been?
Our song is playing!
Oh, are you missing
your big daddy?
- Where have you been?
- Store run.
Did you leave the stuff
in the car?
'Cause you came in here
empty handed.
No, your mom sent me to
the store for a deck of cards.
Mm-hmm?
Baby, I think
you should talk to Jessa.
Why?
'Cause, I came out front,
and she had her head down,
so I told her to take a ride
with me to the store.
Kiss your wife.
Give me the cards.
- You'll need your hands.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
- Wait, baby?
Okay, look, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Grab my hair.
- People are gonna see us.
Oh my...
Okay...
All right...
Wait, I don't
understand why
you had to give
Kingston oral sex.
Wanted to see
if he smelled like soap.
Like he cleaned up.
Or if he smelled like Jessa.
And?
He smelled like neither.
So it was a reward.
To remind him
that he was being
taken care of at home.
So...
if he wouldn't
mess with her then,
what makes you think
he's messing with her now?
I don't know.
Maybe they bonded
while they were on their way
to the store alone.
Or maybe your mind is just
playing tricks on you.
Or maybe her woman's intuition
is telling her
that something is going on
between Kingston and Jessa.
I could hurt
Jessa so bad right now.
I'm so serious.
Now, now, now.
He is your husband.
It takes two to tango.
Yo, if you don't shut
your bougie, delusional ass.
God.
Hand me the bottle, 'Nee.
Might as well get faded
while we're trying
to figure out which one
- of our marriages is over.
- That is not funny, Aria.
Oh, I'm sorry, Jamie.
So, so, if we just pretend Jessa
didn't drop a bombshell
in all of our laps,
it'll go away?
You know, I'm sorry, ladies.
I gave it a lot of thought,
and I took it into prayer,
and it's absolutely not
Bishop Eric.
We don't believe you.
You need more people.
Okay.
Stop. Okay?
We cannot start turning
against each other,
because it's none
of our faults.
And did you just
quote Jay Z?
Jamie, you're right.
It's not Eric.
It's not Kingston,
either, Aria.
How do you know?
'Cause it's Jackson.
He told me this morning.
Oh, Renee.
I am so sorry.
No, wait,
he just walked up on you
and told you he's having...
he's sleeping with Jessa?
This morning I told Jackson
that I love him.
He replied,
"We need to talk."
But that doesn't mean anything.
It could be like you told me,
you know,
your mind could just be
playing tricks on you.
He could want to
talk to you about
millions of different things.
Jackson is fed up
with me working.
I mean, come on, guys,
we don't need the money.
It was my choice.
I started going back to work
because I needed to be
fulfilled.
I mean, you don't understand
wh-when the...
when the kids started
going to school,
staying at home all day?
Washing and cleaning?
Come on, that got old!
I'm a college-educated woman!
I never thought
that my career w-would...
would jeopardize my marriage!
One night Jackson invited
all of his colleagues
to our house for dinner, and...
You know, I was
up against a deadline
for a marketing proposal.
I asked Jessa to help out.
- That's crazy.
- Do you remember that?
I do. I do.
I totally forgot about that.
- Wow.
- Goodness, yeah.
- That was hilarious.
- How did that...
- Good times.
- Yeah, yeah, no.
But listen, hey, I appreciate
you coming over to help.
- I really do.
- Oh, Jackson.
I mean, look at this place.
I couldn't...
there's no way
I could have done this.
Oh, please! It's fine!
I love to help.
Hey. I'm home.
Hi!
- Hey, Jessa.
- Hey.
Yeah. Hi, baby!
Well, since you are back,
I'm gonna...
I guess I'm gonna
head home.
Thank you for everything,
Jessa.
I didn't do anything.
You had everything
planned perfectly.
The caterers are in
the kitchen throwing down.
I had some of the samples.
Delicious.
Dropped the kids off
at your mom's,
and the table's set.
Everything's good to go.
Thank you.
Jackson, I am sorry that
I couldn't be here tonight.
Couldn't, or wouldn't?
Why do you keep
fighting me about my work?
You know that I am
the vice president of marketing
for a Fortune 500 company,
which entails
a lot of responsibility,
- a lot of hours...
- And so does being a wife!
So, you...
You're completely comfortable
asking another woman
to do your wifely duties?
Wifely duties?
Look, Jackson,
let me tell you something.
I know that I work,
but I am still...
I'm sorry, I'm looking
for Mrs. Clinton?
Yes, how can I help you?
Um...
the other Mrs. Clinton?
I am Mrs. Clinton.
I am the one and only
Mrs. Clinton.
What can I
help you with, honey?
Do either of you have
the boating information?
I'm sure we can reach them
in case of emergency.
And say what, huh?
Oh, we should call
them and say,
"Excuse me,
can I talk to the captain?
"Can you please ask
the three gentlemen,
"'which one of you
is a no-good cheating husband
who's not coming home
to his wife tonight?'"
Now, what are you doing?
I'm texting Jessa.
She won't respond
to any of our calls.
Maybe she'll just...
I mean, maybe she'll
answer my text.
Hello, Bishop.
What are you doing?
Jessa's?
Oh.
Fixing her blinds, I see.
Last week it was
her garbage disposal.
I... I know that Mark
is no longer here,
and you guys
have been friends for...
Oh, don't be silly.
Of course not.
I don't want you to stop
everything and come home.
I... I'm just here,
just studying
Mark 12 through 14.
All right.
All right, baby.
Oh, hey.
Hi Jessa.
Girl, I...
I had to borrow
your husband, again.
You know I'm revamping
the entire house, right?
Including the drapes.
So, we're just in here
interior decorating.
Oh, hey babe!
Oh.
Not only does my husband
know the Word,
apparently
he's an interior decorator.
Actually, I thought
I'd come by and lend a hand
since I was at home
doing nothing.
Oh. Well, by all means,
the more the merrier.
- Come on in.
- Oh, glory be.
- Glory be.
- You look fantastic.
Oh, Renee. Don't cry.
I know it's difficult,
but I don't think
you need to worry.
After listening
to both of you,
I'm pretty certain
that it's Kingston.
Bitch, please.
You got the same message we did.
I am a first lady.
Do not refer to me
with such vulgarity.
Uh-huh.
I call it like I see it.
So do I.
Stop it!
The three of us
are still best friends!
We cannot let Jessa...
She can't turn us
against each other!
I'm sorry. You're right.
I'm sorry for
calling you out your name,
and wanting to slap
the taste out your mouth.
Apology accepted.
Well, I need a shower,
and I'm over
this abandoned house.
Can we please
go home?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Come on,
sassy first lady.
Stop it.
Hey, lover.
I'm home.
The movers are all gone,
and I'm just...
I'm just here, all alone,
just thinking about you,
waiting on you,
waiting to feel you
inside of me.
Tonight, lover.
Oh, tonight is all about you.
Regrets? I have none.
You know, when Mark died,
I thought I'd never love again,
but I found life in his arms.
I learned how to be again.
I learned how to breathe again.
He did that for me.
He did, and no one
could ever understand that.
No one.
I couldn't pass up the chance
to feel loved again,
to feel cherished
and adored and...
This is no fling.
This is just
the beginning for us.
Little Miss Broken-Hearted,
she'll be getting
her divorce papers this week.
And when she does,
and everything
is legally squared away,
I'll marry the man
that I love.
Yeah.
To my happiness.
Cheers.
You've been coming
here once a month
for the last five years.
You only watch me perform,
and then you leave
without saying anything to me.
You're one of
my biggest fans.
You know what you need?
- A private dance.
- Oh, no. No, no, no.
- You game?
- I'm married, thank you.
I'm married.
Let's go.
Don't worry, you're in
good hands with Pleasure.
Oh.
So... what exactly did you mean
by private consultation?
Oh, my.
Front door open.
Welcome home, wife.
Eric, you're home early.
Is there something wrong?
Nasty girl.
I'm a nasty girl.
Eric, it's not
what you think, honey.
- It's not what you...
- Shh.
Are you my nasty girl?
Yes, I'm your nasty girl.
"Take me, my Pleasure.
I'm your nasty girl."
That's some message
you left me, wifey.
What's my name?
Pleasure...
No, no, it's not what it seems.
I can explain this.
- Eric, please no, please no.
- Shut up!
Yes!
- Okay, okay...
- Shut your mouth.
Yes!
I had no idea
that I married a slut.
- I can't breathe.
- A no-good whore,
someone that will beg
another man to...
- I can't breathe...
- ...to do her like a trick?
You still breathing?
I hate you, Jamie.
You hear me?
I don't give a damn
what happens to you
from here on out.
I could kill you.
You've got the audacity
to walk in my house,
still wet from sex
with another man.
That's what you do to me,
Jamie?
Baby, I love you. I'm so sorry.
You love me?
- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- You really love me?
Jamie, if you loved me...
I would hate to be married
to a woman who hated me.
How was your day?
Everything go well
at church today?
Mother came by
this afternoon.
She helped me
make your favorite,
red velvet cupcakes.
Hmm!
I almost forgot to tell you,
the Martins had it out
on the lawn today.
She egged his BMW
and slashed his tires.
Can you believe it?
I was watching it,
and I felt like I was watching
a soap opera live.
It was better than one of those
Tyler Perry plays.
This is ridiculous, Eric.
If you're going to ignore me,
why do you come to dinner?
If you're going to ignore me,
why do you come home?
If you're going to ignore me,
why are we together?
It's been a year
since my indiscretion.
I've apologized from
the bottom of my heart.
Are you ever
going to forgive me?
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done
on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day
our daily bread,
and forgive us
our trespasses.
Please answer.
Hello?
Hey, Mom.
Well, don't sound so excited
to hear from me.
No, I-I'm sorry.
It's just I was hoping
you were Kingston.
Baby, what's wrong?
Oh my God, Mama.
Baby, what is it?
Jessa sent over
this DVD message
to me, Renee and Jamie,
saying she's having an affair
with one of our husbands,
and he's not coming home
tonight,
but leaving
to be with her instead.
- What?
- And she was serious.
Did you talk to Kingston?
No, I tried calling him.
He went on a fishing trip
with Eric and Jackson.
There's no reception there
and he's not coming home
until tonight.
First off, that skank Jess
needs her ass whupped.
She is so irrelevant right now.
This is about the commitment
that was made
between y'all and y'all's
husband, not her.
Believe it or not, it is not
about that triflin' Jess Bell.
This is about your marriages,
because if it wasn't her,
it could have been
somebody else.
You know, a faithful man
remains faithful
regardless of the woman
or the temptations.
- Do you understand that, Aria?
- Yes, Mom.
Okay now here's the
million-dollar question for you.
Do you think your husband's
cheating on you?
Don't think about it,
just answer from your gut.
Before the DVD message,
I would say no.
But I'd also say I wouldn't put
nothing past my man.
So you think Kingston
has left you?
Yes.
Oh, hell no.
Ariana Monique Gold,
you are not crying.
I just...
I just don't know
what to do, Mama.
Baby, look,
it is really simple.
Either that dirty dog
does not deserve one tear
shed over his corpse,
or it's not him,
and you're worrying
about nothing.
Sweetie, in my opinion,
in a few hours,
you're going to see
that you're just worrying
about a whole bunch
of nothing, okay?
Kingston loves you.
He adores the ground
you walk on.
He wouldn't cheat on you
with that heifer.
I pray you're right.
Do you need me
to come down there?
No.
No, I just need some time
alone to regroup.
All right, you call me back
after you hear from
your husband, all right baby?
Call me back, okay?
Bye, Mama.
- Okay, I'm ready.
- One, two...
- Okay, wait.
- What?
- Okay.
- One, two... stop laughing.
- Okay, okay.
- One, two, three, cheese.
- That's so sad.
- Yes, give them face.
Only you would have
a doggone selfie stick.
Yes, I'm leaving
this one with you.
It's convenient.
You're going to love it.
- I'm telling you.
- Goodie goodie.
I'll take these
with my man.
See, now that's entirely
too much information.
- TMI?
- Too much information.
It's the alcohol speaking.
Cheers.
Oh, that was my freshmen year
at Columbia.
Oh, I look good.
- Okay, you're so humble.
- No.
If I can get
into that school, girl,
and turn my life around...
Oh goodness,
wait a minute.
We're not about
to have a Mama...
we were going to have
that "Mama, I made it" moment.
"I made it out
the hood, Mama."
Stop.
No, I've done some things
I'm not proud of.
Haven't we all?
Drinking, hoeing,
running credit card scams,
robbing folks,
shoplifting,
popping pills,
smoking weed, drinking.
- Oh, we do that.
- We still do that.
Yeah, I still do that.
- We're good at it.
- Threesomes, foursomes.
I was on the track,
when I was 15,
one night,
I was walking home,
and dude
pulled up beside me,
offered me $200
for some head.
I said, "I am not a hoe,
I am not on the track,
I am walking home, okay?"
Then he said,
"How about $3,000?"
That's a lot of money at 16.
I'd never seen that much money
in my life, you know.
So I said, "Sure."
Do you know what he said?
"Now that we have established
that you are a hoe,
now we just have to negotiate."
I ended up getting $500.
Wow.
If I knew...
being so stupid...
would still affect
my life today... I...
Aria, don't.
Okay, I mean, it's the past.
I mean, it's a shady ass past,
I can't even lie,
but it's
the past nonetheless.
I wish life were
so simple and cute,
but when you're 15
and having sex
and abortion after abortion
after abortion,
life has a way
of punishing you
because now...
now... I can't have babies.
I can't give my husband
the one thing he wants from me.
So I lie,
because I don't have
the heart
to tell him...
"Hey, hubby,
I used to be a hoe."
I've had a bunch of trains
ran on me
and a gang of abortions and now,
I can't get pregnant.
So I come up...
with...
excuse after excuse...
as to why now...
is not the best time...
for me to give...
m-my husband...
who I love...
the one thing he asks of me...
a... a bab...
a baby.
I started my practice,
and my baby,
she about to be
a best-selling author novelist.
Yeah, right.
I want to have a family.
I want to start a family.
And I love you.
Yeah, but we need
to talk.
- About what?
- We can talk about it later.
At the tone,
please record your message.
When you are finished
recording...
She's your queen.
Wow, you look gorgeous.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
I mean, it's a lot
for a school recital.
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
See, actually I was going to say
you look a little underdressed
for my awards
banquet tonight.
You're not... you're not going
to your daughter's
dance recital tonight?
Jackson, we already
discussed this.
Getting this award is a big
accomplishment for me tonight
and I want you there
by my side with me.
Look as a parent,
my primary concern
is for my child,
so I'll be at the recital.
Look, I'd advise you
to do the same.
Jackson, you and I both know
that Kieren has a recital
once a month,
and I've already talked to her.
She understands
that Mommy and Daddy
are missing
only this one recital.
Kieren barely understands
her homework.
Look, how...
how many times is your job
going to be more important
than this family?
What?
How many times is this job
going to be more important
- than this family?
- I heard you.
Jackson, I am a great mother,
and a phenomenal wife,
and I have been that for years.
And I'm just also trying to be
a brilliant career woman,
and me receiving
this award tonight
justifies that obviously
I'm pretty good at it.
But I am still a phenomenal wife
and I am still a great woman.
I am just now also
a phenomenal career woman.
But I'm all three,
Jackson, all three,
and I really would like
if my husband would support me
and be there by my side
to help me climb up the ladder,
not keep trying
to drag me down.
- Drag you down?
- Yes.
I'm sorry to drag you.
Let us not pretend,
I don't support your career
or what it's doing
to this family. Look at us.
Jackson, wait.
Jackson!
Jackson, would you just
please wait?
Fine, you go to the recital
then and afterwards,
can you and the kids
come meet me at the banquet?
Okay.
Okay.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Cheers.
Hey, boss.
Um. Hey! Hey.
What are you doing here?
It is almost midnight.
Well, I mean, if you want to
keep winning awards,
someone's got to do the work.
Say what?
It was just a joke now,
but what are you doing here?
Why aren't you out celebrating?
I am.
I am enjoying my drinks
and I am celebrating
and toasting me because
nobody else gives a damn.
Well, you look absolutely
beautiful tonight,
and I admire the work
that you do.
You truly inspire me.
Thank you.
I am so happy
that somebody that I know
actually appreciates
the work that I do.
You know what,
I know of a good way
we could top off the night.
Careful now, boy.
That sounds like
an indecent proposal.
It is.
Oh, God, okay. Please, stop.
Please, let's stop.
Please, stop.
Just no.
Can you help me up, please?
Thank you.
Oh, God.
No words necessary.
It was awful.
Oh God, you ain't never lied.
Oh God, it was awful.
But you know what,
okay, I'm sorry, Darren.
It was probably because
I had too much alcohol
and there's a big
age difference between us
and I can only get wet
for my husband
and it's probably because...
I'm gay.
Oh.
Thanks for letting me
stop here so late, girl.
I just needed a night
away from Jackson.
Renee? Please.
Mi casa, su casa.
You know that.
That's what friends are for.
You and Jackson had a fight?
Tell me, what happened
at the banquet?
Jackson's hard-headed,
stubborn mule ass
never even showed up.
What?
He never came to the banquet,
and he made a heavy
guilt trip on me
because I missed
our daughter's recital.
So to make a long story short,
me emotional,
a lot of drinks,
a cute enough assistant
that just thinks
that I am God's gift to men,
at work, after hours,
oh God, really bad foreplay.
I mean, really,
really bad.
Package wouldn't function.
My self-esteem
plummets even further.
Assistant tells me
he's gay.
Mm-hmm!
And, uh, me, now,
2 AM, at your house,
and I am drunk as a skunk.
Oh, my God.
I mean, I can't believe
you almost cheated on Jackson.
And it was awful.
My nipples are raw,
my vajayjay is bruised,
and I don't mean that
in a good way.
Hmm...
So I take it you and Jackson
are having problems?
Hmm.
In fact, I have a feeling
that if...
I am going to lose
my husband and my family
if I don't,
if I don't stop working.
No.
There's always going to be
shades of gray.
You've got to find
the middle ground.
Don't quit your job, okay.
Don't do that.
You deserve to be happy.
- Right.
- Okay.
Thanks.
At the tone,
please record your message.
Hey Jackson, um...
this morning you said to me
that we need to talk.
Those can be some of the
scariest words that any wife...
that any wife
hears from her husband,
because for the first time
in our marriage,
you have introduced
a fear to me
that our marriage
could come to an end.
And of course, I know I could
probably be assuming the worst,
but Jackson, I'm...
you're my heart,
and our family
means everything to me.
If uh...
if working means losing you,
then I promise you
I will quit.
I just want things
to go back
the way they used to be
between us.
I need you.
Jackson, I need you.
Jack...
Damn.
These women.
Wow, they have been sending me
all kinds of texts,
threatening voicemails.
I pay them no mind, okay.
I have things to do.
I have a life to prepare.
Got to get ready
for my man's arrival.
Well, would you
look at the time.
It's almost 7 PM.
He'll be here shortly.
So you're drinking now.
You disgust me.
Oh Eric,
after the day I've had,
no, the year I've had,
frankly darling,
I don't give a damn
what you think.
All right. Like having
one night stands with strippers
and cursing?
That's so disrespectful.
Disrespectful?
No, disrespectful
is getting a message
from your husband's mistress.
- My what?
- Your whore.
Yeah, Jessa, she sent us
a message via DVD,
actually it was quite cute.
And you're calling
someone else a whore?
Please.
You're defending
your mistress to me.
Is that it?
You know you lost your rights
to question me
when you opened your legs
up to another man.
Frankly, Eric,
I'm surprised you're here
because your mistress said
you wouldn't be
coming home tonight.
Oh wait, did you forget
something?
Was it your Bible?
Not that I care,
but those are lies.
Are they?
You know, having to listen
to my wife have sex
with another man
on the phone...
I wouldn't care
if I brought a woman home
and screwed her
in your bed.
Why are you here, huh?
I punished myself,
and I've allowed you to
punish me over and over again.
But no, no, no more,
Bishop Eric Maurice Hall.
No more.
What do you mean by that?
Like I said,
what do you mean by that?
What do I mean?
I'll tell you what I mean.
All my life, I've tried to be
the perfect little girl.
I got the perfect grades,
I never got my clothes dirty,
I never did anything wrong
because I wanted my parents
to be so happy
and so proud of me.
- And?
- And you know what I mean, Eric.
You know exactly what I mean.
My entire life,
through college,
I wanted everyone to like me,
and this marriage,
I wanted it
to be perfect.
The perfect everything,
the perfect wife,
the perfect first lady,
but I'm tired of being perfect,
and you know what?
You can take your perfect whore
and have a perfect
little life together.
Jamie.
What? What?
Don't speak
because I'm done.
I'm done talking.
I'm done begging,
I'm done praying.
I'm done being treated
like a second class whore
in my own house.
I wish you
and Jessa the best.
I pray for you.
My church has been
in this family for 50 years
and I will not allow you
to embarrass me
or my family
from that congregation
with this nonsense
that you're talking.
Now I don't believe in divorce
and you know that, Jamie.
I do, and I didn't believe
in it either,
until I realized how disgusting
it was being married to you.
I will kill you
before I allow you
to leave this marriage.
What are you going to do,
Bishop?
Put me in a chokehold,
pin me down, strangle me,
read some scripture?
That's what I thought.
What up, stranger?
Where you been?
Haven't seen you in a while.
You used to come by every month.
Oh, well,
I've just been busy.
You came to see me?
You don't want to go back
into that club, do you?
And you want me to do you again,
don't you?
Get a room.
I should be done by 12.
Oh, Pleasure,
how much?
All night?
All night.
Two thousand.
See you later.
- Hey, babe.
- Hey.
Have a good day?
- It was cool.
- Did you catch any fish?
I'm going to take a shower.
I'll call you back.
Hey, so is everybody
still coming over
for the fish fry later
and play cards?
Yeah, as far as I know.
Eric and Kingston too?
Yeah, you just asked me that.
Okay, just asking.
Renee...
Really?
You got my phone?
Why do you have
my phone?
Jackson,
do you want a divorce?
- Do you?
- Hell no. I do not.
I do not want
a divorce, Jackson.
I don't.
Didn't you get my message?
Yeah, I got your message.
Then what else do I have to do
to prove to you
that I want this marriage
to work?
What do you want from me?
You want me to beg you?
Fine, look at me.
I am down on my knees.
Please, please don't leave me.
Please, don't give up on us.
Please.
Renee, get up.
Renee, get up.
No, Jackson, please.
I don't care about that job.
To hell with that career.
- Please!
- Renee...
Please, Jackson,
I love you.
Jackson, please,
I love you.
Renee,
listen to me.
Jackson, I don't care about
what happened in the past.
I just need to make sure
that you and I
can move forward
together now.
If I could leave the past
in the past, I would.
I'm sorry.
For what? What?
- I love you.
- But?
I, um...
I had an affair.
I had a one-night stand,
and she's pregnant.
I'm sorry, I never meant
for this to happen.
Jessa's having your baby?
Je... What are you
talking about?
What the hell
does Jessa have to...
what are you talking about?
Just listen.
Shut up.
You shut up!
Look, Renee...
Let's try
and figure out...
whoa, whoa, Renee.
Renee.
I'm going to ask you
one more time.
Are you having an affair
with Jessa?
What? No.
The one-night stand
has nothing to do with Jessa.
Why are you saying that?
I need you to get out
of this house.
Babe, I'm-I'm sorry,
I don't...
Get out, Jackson.
Get out!
Jackson.
Jackson!
Damn it, Kingston.
Damn you, Kingston.
Why'd you do this to me?
Why'd you do this to me?
You son of a bitch,
how could you do this to me?
Damn you, Kingston.
Damn you, you stupid,
piece of, stupid...
Damn you, Kingston.
Baby, the heck did I do?
What's going on?
It's not you.
It's not me.
What? Okay. Well,
I need to go fishing more.
Baby, all right, listen.
I stink.
I've been on a boat
all day, okay?
- Let me just get in the shower.
- No, no, homie.
We about to take this off
right now.
Okay, so we do it real quick,
all right?
Remember, we've got to get over
to Jackson's, all right?
Where is Eric?
I don't know.
He's at home.
And Jackson,
is he at home too?
Yeah. Why?
What? Oh God, what?
Are you screwing Jessa?
Ow. No,
I'm not screwing Jessa.
Are you screwing Jessa?
Baby, I'm not screwing Jessa,
or any other woman,
for that matter.
What's going on?
Wh-what's going on? What?
Jessa sent
this stupid DVD message
to me, Renee, and Jamie,
saying that
she's having an affair
with one of our husbands,
and he's planning to leave
one of us for her today.
- What?
- She packed up and everything.
Okay, well, listen Aria,
I don't know what's going on,
- with Jessa...
- Don't touch me.
...or anybody else.
But, look...
I'm not about to leave you
for her or any other woman.
What's wrong with you?
I wish I could believe that,
but with all three of you home
and Jessa having
no reason to lie,
either one of you
changed your mind
or plans to dip out later.
But one of you betrayed us,
and I need to know
if that's you.
No, I told you,
no, it's not.
What?
Every, every conversation
you've had with Jessa,
every time
we spent time together,
every look, every touch,
that all seemed
so innocent then.
It's all suspect now,
all of it.
So wait a minute,
not only do you think
that I cheat on you,
you think that I would cheat
on you with your best friend?
That's the husband
that you married?
Huh?
You know what,
if you think that,
then you and I
have some big problems.
If you were planning to
leave me for some other woman,
then we have
an even bigger problem.
You can go to hell,
that's the problem we got.
Of course you would say that.
Of course, Kingston.
What else would you say?
Yes, I was screwing Jessa
and I was planning
to leave you for her?
Bitch, please.
I'm your husband, all right?
Watch your mouth,
have some respect.
Or what else, bitch?
You know what, get yourself
together, all right?
Now when you're ready
to have a grown conversation
a-and control yourself
like an adult,
then we can have a conversation,
all right?
- We're talking about this now.
- I'm not talking about it now.
Kingston, we're talking
about this right now.
Kingston! Get back here!
I didn't sleep a wink
last night.
I guess the last laugh
is on me.
My lover, oh, my lover, the man
that I gave up so much for...
...he never showed up.
He never even called.
When I tried to call him,
his phone just went
straight to voicemail.
I'm not heartless.
I'm not.
Those women were my friends.
We shared many moments together.
We have many memories.
I know... I know the affair
with me and lover was wrong,
but...
my husband's death was...
It was so painful.
The loneliness and the grief,
it was unbearable.
It was unbearable.
And after our first night
together,
I just became consumed
with him.
He was like the light
in my life of... of darkness...
and... and gloom.
He said all the right things,
he did all the right things,
he convinced me that he was
willing to walk away
from it all.
I bet on love...
and lost.
Do I regret sending
those taunting messages
to my friends who are
definitely now foes?
I, uh... I don't know.
It was spiteful...
and childish.
At the end of the day,
my relationship with...
I guess I should start
referring to him
by his government name.
The relationship I had with...
Did you have a good night?
Did you...
I didn't.
Yeah, I know, okay.
I know, it was.
It was childish, I agree.
So just... just come over here
and spank me.
Not a good time to go public?
What are you saying,
lover?
Okay wait, so you're
trying to tell me
that everything you told me
has just been a lie?
You want to use me up
and just throw me away?
No, no, you're a liar.
You're a liar,
because you weren't even
supposed to go back there.
You were supposed to come
straight here, to me.
Oh please, you had
no intentions of leaving her.
A break?
You want to take a break?
I uh...
I wouldn't do that
if I were you, lover.
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