Message from a Mistress (2015) - full transcript

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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.

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