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- Oh, three miles.

I'm out.

- Hey, you made it.

Good job. - Yeah.

Ahead of best last time. - Yeah.

We keep building our endurance, we'll be fine.

- Lemme check this.

I'm gonna take a quick breather, you go on ahead.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, go ahead.

I'll catch up in no time.

- Yeah? - Go for it.

Fuck!

Oh, no!

- Ah, people, the muscle.

Shit!

Frank?

Frank?

Frank?

What the hell happened?

No!

Oh, no!

What am I supposed to do?

What- - Just call

a fucking ambulance.

- Well, how in the fuck did this happen?

- I don't fuckin' know.

- God!

Hello?

- 911, what's your emergency?

- Yes, hello, my husband has a knife wound

and he's bleeding heavily.

- Okay, what's your location?

- Rock Mountain Trail on the east side.

- Can he move?

- Can you move at all?

- Oh, no!

No, I can't.

Just help me tie this. - I have two teams

on the way to you right now. - Okay.

Okay, okay, we'll stay put.

Okay.

- Sandra, listen to me.

Listen to me close.

They're not gonna make it here on time.

- Frank, what do you mean

we're not gonna make it? - Sandra, listen!

Just keep applying pressure.

- There's someone here watching us.

Someone threw this knife at me.

They're here, watching. - What?

- When I say go you run to the car

as fast as you can and you get help, okay?

- No, I'm not gonna leave you.

- Sandra, listen, you have to!

You have to.

I can't protect you.

- Okay, okay.

Run, run!

Run!

- Frank?

- Run!

Frank?

Frank!

Frank!

Frank!

- Run!

- Frank, Frank!

Frank!

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

No!

- Got it.

- See, now that's gonna get hundreds of likes in minutes.

Me, if I posted that, I'd get like, solid eight.

- Okay, stop it.

- No, seriously.

Let me see that thing, huh?

Lemme see.

Oh, whoops.

Screensaver for sure.

Wow.

- It's the perfect location.

I can't wait to call Amanda.

I think the book's gonna look fantastic.

- Yeah.

It's gonna be amazing.

Seriously, you're already so far along on your deadline too.

- Mm hm, yeah. - See?

Focusing on yourself really paid off.

- Don't make me feel guilty.

- Come on, I just really enjoy our time together.

- I know, and you'll have me all

to yourself once I'm back, I promise.

- Yeah.

It sucks my boss is such an asshole, though.

- You didn't really give him that much notice.

- What?

That's besides the point.

Hey, whose side are you on again, huh?

- I'm on your side, but it's fine.

This isn't really gonna be the best reunion anyways, so.

- Look, I know things might not have ended too well,

but this is like a new chance to start over.

Come on, it's like a beautiful thing meeting your family.

- I guess.

I guess I have a talent for leaving people hanging.

- What?

You are an amazing published author working on her oh,

fourth book for children,

which is soon to be a major motion picture.

Get outta here.

I mean, starring yours truly, of course.

- Oh, okay.

- Well, I mean, you know, maybe,

if the money's right.

- All right, I'll keep that in my notes.

Damn, - Very sweet.

- can't believe you're so expensive.

So we've met before, years ago,

and it just went so bad.

- Well, that was so long ago.

- Yeah.

Charlotte hasn't learned that lesson.

She's still the same.

And also, if I'm being honest,

I kinda still feel the same way about Dianna.

I feel like just certain things you don't forgive.

- Yeah, but you know this is not

about you or your sisters even.

This is about your dad.

- I know you're right,

and I wish that changed the way me

and my sisters feel about each other.

Does not.

- Hey, come on.

Listen, you're gonna go on this trip,

you're gonna see your sisters,

you're gonna face your demons,

and you're gonna be fine, okay?

- Okay, guys, that's a wrap.

Thank you so much for coming out.

You all did so good.

There's food and cocktails in the kitchen.

- Hey, hey, Charlotte,

so, there's this guy in the bathroom, he's...

So, he's doin' coke and he's really fucked up

and I'm just trying to use the bathroom.

I don't really know what's goin'-

- Okay, I'll handle it.

Can you gimme a refill?

- Yeah.

- Oh, what the fuck?

Hello?

- What?

- I need to use the fucking bathroom, that's what.

- Use the other one, bitch.

- What the fuck is this?

What are...

Get the fuck out.

YB, who the fuck is in this bathroom?

Yo, who the fuck is in that bathroom?

- We havin' a good time.

- No, we're not having a good time.

You have some coke head fucking a hooker on my set.

- Excuse me!

I need you all to turn the music down.

- It's cool, man.

- No, that's not cool, bro.

That is some disrespectful shit.

I have label representatives here.

What the fuck are you thinking?

- We're lookin' for T-Rock.

You know where he's at?

- Get the fuck off my set.

- Bitch, who is you talkin'

to like that?

- Oh, shit!

- Charlotte, what the hell happened last night?

- That asshole YB Chedda brought a fugitive to my shoot.

How the fuck was I supposed to know?

- Do you know what kind of issue

this creates for our label interests?

Do you really think they're going to invest

in someone in shootouts?

- Relax, I got this.

- No, I don't think you do, really.

We are way over budget.

Rennie's Pasta Garden for everyone, really?

Bottles of Aces?

What is this?

- We just wanted everybody to have a good time.

Like, what is the problem?

- Good time?

We are way over budget and only half way through production.

- We need to talk about this tomorrow.

You're really ruining my vibe right now.

- I'm ruining your vibe?

You're ruining these opportunities being laid at your feet

like some privileged little princess trying

so desperately hard to be some kind of gangster.

Have you had your refill yet?

Look, you and I both have one job to do,

and that's to make you a star.

And right now we are underwater.

And last time I checked, no stars swim there.

They burn and drown there.

- Fine, I've got this.

I'll get it under control.

- Stay away from trouble, please.

- Yeah, sure thing.

Bye.

- Hey, you've reached Justin's phone.

I'm probably not here because I'm wakin' and bakin'.

Leave a message.

Bye.

- Hey girl, sorry.

I'm borrowing your hair straightener, so don't mind me.

How was hanging out with Dennis?

- Not great.

He didn't take it well.

- Wait, you actually broke up with him?

What happened?

I mean, when?

- I don't know.

- Oh.

- Okay.

Thank you so much.

- Who was that?

- That was about my dad.

Apparently, he's on his deathbed.

- Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

- I think I'm fine, I just need a moment.

You know, I haven't seen him, any of them in over 10 years.

- You know, I'm always gonna be here for you.

I always will be.

You know, you don't have to be so close off, Dianna.

- Yeah, well, that's what works best for people like me.

You should know that by now.

- What is people like you?

- People who were born with an extreme amount

of bad luck that follows them around like a stench

you can smell before you even walk into a room.

- Well, I happen to light that stench,

and I get to smell it every day.

Come here.

- I'm just not ready to see my sisters,

and I'm not ready to see him.

- I know.

Just remember, I am always here for you, okay?

- Grandma?

Hi. - Oh, Dianna!

- It's been awhile.

- Oh, look how beautiful you look.

Oh, it's so good to see you again, finally.

Even during these circumstances.

- We really should have seen each other more.

I'm sorry I haven't visited much.

- It's okay.

And your sisters?

- I haven't seen them in years.

- Well, I'm sure it was difficult

to maintain contact,

especially with your father being

the free soul that he was.

But he loved you all.

- He had a funny way of showing it.

- I know he made decisions that didn't sit well with people,

especially those he loved.

But I really do believe that he followed his heart.

That he followed what he loved

and how can we blame him for that?

Love makes you do crazy things.

Oh!

My phone, I have to get this.

I'll be right back. - Sure.

- Hello, Charlie.

- No, babe, it's Charlotte.

Nice to see you.

- Is that alcohol I smell somewhere?

- It's five o'clock somewhere, love.

- I totally understand.

I'm so sorry.

- You have my father's eyes.

- Thank you.

You're very lovely yourself.

- I hate him.

And I hate you.

- I'm sorry you feel that way.

Thank you for your honesty.

It's good to know where I stand.

Have a good day.

- I always do.

Actually, you know what?

It's probably best you stay away.

You've caused enough.

- Hold on.

Stay away?

I've caused enough?

- Dianna, please get ahold of yourself.

It's embarrassing.

- You know what?

Hold on.

Lest we all be reminded

that it was your decisions that led us here.

I ain't takin' shit from either of you two bitches.

I came here to bury my dad,

not deal with some self-centered stuck up-

- Self-centered?

Fuck you.

- Dianna, Charlotte!

Lord Jesus, the filth you spew from your mouths!

The last thing you should be doing today is arguing.

- She started it.

Hi, Grandma.

- Ladies, excuse me, but shall we move on?

- Indeed.

All right, from here on out,

we put all this behind us and we move forward.

Where's Helen?

- She's still at the airport.

Can we just keep this moving, please?

- Lord Jesus.

Definitely from your mother's side.

- Hey, Dianna, it's me.

Look, I just wanted to check up on you.

I just wanna reiterate that I'm here for you, okay?

So, just call me whenever you get this.

Bye.

Hey, Roy?

It's time to go, man.

Roy, what are you doin', fuckin' around?

Come on, man.

I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I would like to go home.

Roy?

Dude, stop playin' games, all right?

Let's go.

Roy?

Roy?

Roy?

Roy?

Fuck are you...

Holy shit!

- Hi, you've reached Dianna Charles.

You know what to do.

- He wants you to collect

your inheritance at this location,

but it needs to be the three of you girls together.

This house, I've seen it before a long time ago.

He worked on it for many years.

It was for your mother, but he never finished it.

Your father wants you to be a family again.

Those were his last wishes.

- Hello.

- Dad, I'm here.

I came as soon as I could.

What are you doing here?

- Hi, Helen.

Nice to see you too.

- Did he call you first?

Did they call you first?

- Oh, don't worry, Helen.

I just walked through the door.

I haven't been here for days rekindling

a relationship that never was with a man on his deathbed.

- Okay, I didn't mean it like that.

You're so dramatic.

- Just don't.

Why don't you just say hi to your little sister?

- Hey, hey, bitches.

- Oh, God. - Don't go calling

on God yet, girls.

Daddy's still alive and now that I'm here, there's hope.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Okay ladies, please.

Really, who's the eldest?

- I like your line of logic, Nurse Attendant lady.

Sisters, please exit so I can have a moment with my dad.

It won't be long, I promise.

- I'm going for coffee.

- I need a drink.

- Enjoy your time with your father.

- I can't do this.

Fuck this, I'm out.

He's all yours, kids.

- Wait, did he say something?

You're not just gonna...

Shit, it's my turn.

- Daddy must be awake.

Those are definitely our family's trademark exit tears.

- Go in there.

You were obviously his favorite.

- His favorite?

I'm just the only one who accepted his gifts

of his guilt trips.

Those are not synonymous, okay?

- Okay, they're not exclusive either.

- Well, obviously something just happened.

Maybe we should just wait a minute.

- You got no argument for me on that one.

- Fuck.

- Hey, can you stop by the hospital?

I wanna speak with you about

a letter I received in my office mailbox.

The weird thing about it is

it's an autopsy report for Ms. Charles,

my half sister's biological mother.

Listen, something came up.

We're all meeting at my dad's house.

There's something weird about all of this.

I want you to look into it while I'm away.

- Sure thing.

What's up?

- The medical examiner at this facility,

if what that letter says is true,

I think he would know it.

- And how long ago was this?

- 25 years almost.

- Wow.

He ain't gon' remember all that,

and if he does, he's not gonna admit.

- If there's something to it, he will.

- Dianna, this shit ends here if it's nothin'.

Ain't gon' have me on no wild goose chase.

- And if it's not?

- You gotta take this shit to the proper authorities.

- I trust you.

I know you can make him break.

- I got your back, homie.

Lemme see what I can find.

- Yo, it's a fucking doll house.

See?

I thought your dad wasn't so bad.

Where's the key?

- Oh, we can't even go in yet.

I've gotta wait on my evil blood sisters to arrive.

It's I guess a part of the rules.

I'm gonna call Alex and he's gonna give me

his key to the lockbox.

- Okay, who's calling Alex?

- I've got him on speed dial already

and he better fucking pick up.

- Hey there, Charlotte.

Have all the Charles girls made it in one piece?

- Bro, we're all here.

Now, what's the fucking code so we can get this over with?

- Well, yeah.

So here's the thing.

I don't know the code 100%.

I just know- - What do you mean

you don't know the code, Alex?

- One moment, I'm lookin', I'm lookin'.

- I am not flown from Vegas, okay?

Down into the crack ass of Malibu

to some weird twisted homage

of my childhood for you to tell us

you don't even know the code.

Please, what is it?

- Hold on, hold on.

Now, you know your dad wasn't gonna make it that easy.

There are riddles and clues to all this,

but I guarantee you it's gonna bring

you ladies closer in the end.

- Okay, spill the fucking clue

so we can get it in the house, Alex.

- It's your birthdays. - My birthday?

- No, all of you.

It's your birthdays.

- Okay. - Well,

that can't be too hard.

Just put our birthdays in.

- Anything else?

- Nope, think that's it.

- Great, fuck off.

Okay ladies, let's please get this wild 48 hours over with.

Although my sixth grade journal may be very excited,

I am so fucking bored.

- Get over yourself, Charlotte.

- Believe it or not,

I'm actually looking forward to getting to know you all.

- Yeah. - Oo,

I think I'm like you, Dianna.

Oh yeah, oh.

- Yeah, man, the police was just in here, man.

They fuckin' shot my shit up, man.

Over some warrants, bro.

Over some warrants.

Hey man, let me hit you back, bro.

Hey, hey, we closed, bro.

Closed man, that means go out the front door.

We just had a whole shootin' up in here, man.

We are closed, bro.

We're closed.

Closed, man.

That means go out the front door.

Hey man, do I know you?

Hey, you hear me talkin' to you, don't you?

Come on, take your mask off.

This ain't Halloween, asshole.

This mother fucker stabbed me.

Yo, man!

This mother fucker stabbed me, man.

The fuck, man?

Who the fuck are you, man?

Fuck!

Yo, this mother fucker stabbed me, dog.

Where's everybody at?

You , man.

Fuck you, man.

Fuck you, mother fucker.

- Dianna, what's your birthday?

- June 5th, '95.

- Sorry.

6-5-95.

- The fuck?

Okay, let's try something else.

Let's go with the youngest first.

Guilty pleasures always rule.

Then we'll go with me.

Then you Helen, the one who started this family shit show.

- I hate you, Charlotte.

Okay, and then-

- Only 'cause you love me.

Just try it, it's gonna work.

- Okay, so then my birthday. - Shit.

- Justin. - Shut up Justin.

- Yeah, got it.

- Okay, it worked.

- Can we go on now?

- It reminds me of-

- It looks like the dollhouse-

- that Daddy got him me when I was six.

- I was four.

- Looks just like the same one I got when I was three.

- This looks a lot like my doll has when I was 12.

- I'm sorry, next. - I mean, bat cave.

- I'm sorry, guys, but this is actually pretty badass.

It's definitely creepy as fuck, but it's so cool.

- Yeah, true that.

I'll throw some parties here.

- Okay, but I'm just wondering why,

and when did he build this?

He wouldn't even pick up our phone calls.

- Who caress?

Can we please just find the money?

I really wanna get the scavenger hunt on

and get back to my own life.

- Agreed.

How 'bout we all go pick a room,

get settled and meet back here in say, 20 minutes?

- I'm with that. - Yeah, that's fine.

- Huh, that's a good idea.

I'm gonna go find somethin' to create a bong out of.

- What is he doing here?

He said nothing about buddies.

- It's supposed to be a sisterly bonding weekend.

- Justin is here for immoral support, okay?

If you really want me to spend the next 48 hours

with the two of you and for you to come out alive,

we're all gonna need him, okay?

- Charlie, ew.

- Hels, I'm not going anywhere without my boy.

- So, does that mean I'm gettin' some of that ass?

- Shut up, Justin.

You're here for immoral support.

- I hate him. - I agree.

- How have you been?

- About as good as can be given the circumstances.

- Yeah, I mean, I know, I get it.

It's weird.

- Oh, I apologize.

That was unintended, to laugh in your face like that.

Excuse me.

- I mean, I know this may seem awkward.

I just wanna apologize, again.

- You don't need to say anything, you already said enough.

- Okay, I don't really feel the sincerity there.

- Sincerity?

- Yeah.

I mean, I think for us to get through this weekend,

we need to confront this head on.

- Do you understand the severity of what you did?

You accused me of stealing.

You spread rumors about my mom throughout school.

You were just the textbook high school mean girl

who's now trying to talk about being sincere.

- Okay, I know flaws accepted.

Not tonight, but-

- That doesn't mean we have to,

or give you permission to act like you did.

And to be honest, still do.

- Okay, I know it was rough for you, but it's been years.

I'm trying to make things better.

I mean, it's not like I killed anybody

to deserve this much spite.

You can't blame me for your life.

I said I'm sorry.

- Yeah, sorry after the damage.

But even then,

you and Charlotte still held everything against me

as if I was the one in the wrong.

You blamed me for our father leaving

and your mother, her suicide.

That is not my fault.

And to be honest, I forgive you,

but after this weekend, I want nothing to do with you.

- Nice.

This is crazy.

- Hm.

Oo!

A little cowboy hat.

All right.

I think I found somethin'!

It could be a clue.

Yeah, really.

You know what?

Actually not.

Nevermind, it's not a clue.

This place deserves the old Wilson wow.

Wow!

Nothin'.

Fuck.

- Oh, shit!

Mother fucker!

Oh, you lucky!

You do me dirty.

Your for your dumb ass.

- George Charles, is this your first clue?

Helen, Charlotte, I think I found the first clue!

- We need security and medical staff

on the sixth floor immediately to prepare for lockdown.

Be on the lookout for missing high risk patient,

George Charles.

If anyone locates him,

please contact the nurses station immediately.

- Can you move over?

- Sorry.

Hey, and I left a bottle down there if you see it anywhere.

- No, that's enough drinking, okay?

You need to drive me to work.

- Right.

All right, I'm gonna take a piss really quick.

- What the fuck?

What?

I'm gonna be late.

- Get over it.

- What the fuck?

Lenny, what the fuck?

Where the fuck is he?

Where, where?

Where the fuck are you?

I'm gonna be so late.

Fuck.

Where?

Lenny?

Oh my God!

- So he left you the first clue too, huh?

- There was no way for him to even know

I would've chosen that room.

- Whatever.

- Don't start, Charlotte.

Let's just see what it says.

- "Secrets are the keys to the mysteries

of the things seen and unseen in our family."

And then he left a note for each of us.

What does that mean?

What secrets?

- Okay, okay, let's think this through.

Is that a key?

Let me see that.

This obviously leads to a box somewhere.

Let's keep looking.

- Well, the key was in the letter with the photo album.

Family Secrets.

All the memories of family are kept...

- In the photo album.

Okay, so it's gotta be here.

- So, what now?

- I mean, we do what it says.

- Charlie, what's good?

- Doin' well.

How 'bout yourself?

- I'm good.

I'm good.

I gotta ask you a question that dates back awhile.

In 1995, you signed off on a woman named Amber Charles.

- Yoink.

Story time, kiddos.

- Wow.

- Look, is that mom and dad in San Fran?

What year is that?

- 'It's 86.

This must be their first trip.

- Hell, I don't remember.

I've examined countless bodies.

- Why don't you take a look at that.

Collin, don't fuckin' lie to me.

And before shit gets worse,

you gotta make shit better for yourself.

Now, you could call your lawyer,

stretch this shit however you want.

- Okay, so here's my baby pictures and...

- Wait, wait, wait a minute.

Pics but no dates?

- Okay, there must be something missing.

Keep flipping.

Are we missing some pages?

- But you goin' down either way.

Confirm, and I'll let you go.

Did she have the miscarriage or not?

- Oo, hold on.

How is mom pregnant here, here, and here?

- No, dildo.

She's not pregnant here, here and here.

It's just here and here.

- Okay, first off, don't call me anything

that gets next to your nasty crotch.

Second, she's pregnant here, here and here.

You think she was pregnant

for three years and had a whale pregnancy?

- Oh my fucking God.

Wait, what are you even saying, Helen?

- I don't know.

All I'm saying is there's a kid here

and it's not me and it's not you.

- Guys, the bigger question is, where's the next clue?

- Okay, you know what?

To hell with these clues and this game.

To hell with freakin' dad and his blood money.

My mom, my mother carried a secret

from her body to her grave,

and everyone in her life was an accomplice.

I can't do this.

Good luck.

I'm out.

- Whoa, whoa, Helen,

didn't you come here for something better

than what your mom had, right?

- Yeah, I did.

But do any of us think we are going

to feel better spending a quarter

of that money to absolve George Charles

of the shit he didn't have the balls to face?

Know that if this wasn't so fucking far,

I would be out tonight.

- Charlotte, we would never feel comfortable

spending that money.

- Speak for yourself.

I am not easily shook by the bullshit life throws, okay?

This is honestly just more of the same fucking shit.

Why is Helen acting like this

is some epiphany of our fucking lives?

It's literally just more of the same bullshit, okay?

Can we please keep looking?

- If you say so. - Here.

- Damn, family drama.

- Glad she's gone.

- If I'd known he'd done some weird fucking overture

about the reason that I write children's books

under an alias is because I'm ashamed of who I am,

that I have no kids, no husband,

what kind of psycho fucking babble bullshit is that?

- I think that maybe-

- Oh, and then you know my younger sister, Charlotte,

after calling her a lifelong drug addict,

he says that his prized possession

is his backroom love child that he conceived.

God.

- All right, maybe he just means that-

- I mean, writers from the beginning of time

have been using pen names, fucking aliases.

It's not a red herring for my life.

- Red herring?

What Helen?

- Caleb, oh my God.

Red Herrings, William Cobbett.

He's the first author to use them.

A red herring is a person who is a murderer

that throws you off the trail.

It's a false fucking clue,

but my life as an author is not a false fucking clue

to my personal life.

God!

Fucking idiot.

I'll call you later.

Help, help!

- What the fuck?

Oh my God, Helen!

Oh my God. - Oh, shit!

- Justin, keep the fuck down, all right?

We need to figure this out.

- Figure it out?

She's fucking dead, Charlie.

We need to call the cops.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay,

so I know this is gonna sound kinda crazy,

and maybe it is kinda crazy

but you've always known me to be fucking crazy, Justin.

I really need this money, okay?

I'm in debt so bad and you know,

I really just wanna get my life right.

I wanna go to rehab.

I need this money.

If I don't get it, I'm gonna end up dead like Helen anyway.

- She's fucking dead, Charlie.

- Yeah, and I will be too.

- So what?

You want us to just wait here

while there's some deranged fuck out there lookin' around

for 'em to come to us?

- They said that money was in here, $300,000.

Do you wanna fucking turn that away?

- Guys?

- We're busy.

- Yeah, what's going on?

Why is this door closed?

- Dianna.

- Jeez, what is wrong with you guy...

Helen, oh my God!

- No, no, no, no.

Fuck this, no, no, no.

Fuckin' Dianna's the killer.

This is fuckin' - Shut up!

- horror movie 101.

- Quiet, quiet! - Get the fuck out!

- Justin, stop! Get in here.

- Fuck, man. - The clues, guys.

We don't have the clues.

Focus.

- The what?

- The fucking clues, okay?

Look, if we don't find these clues,

the cops, they're gonna tape off everything,

they're gonna ravage everything.

We'll never find the locks

and we'll never have that money, okay?

- This is our sister Helen on the floor.

She's dead!

I don't get it, the clues? - Just two hours, okay.

Two hours, we find the money,

and then we call the cops.

- What is wrong with you?

You're insane!

- Fuck you!

You're not gonna ruin this.

Since when do you even give a shit?

She ruined your fuckin' life.

My dad ruined your life.

What about a little payback, honey?

Two hours, that's all I'm asking.

- Two hours, and that's for me

to find out what the fuck happened

to your mother to make her kill herself and that baby.

And you, you can keep the money, okay?

I am so done with this.

The clues!

It's just so stupid.

Both of you guys are stupid.

- Justin,

I think you just earned yourself a cut.

Come on, let's find these fucking clues.

- You're fucking insane.

- Yeah, we all know that to be true,

but the money isn't here somewhere

and I know we can find the, so come on.

Please, Justin, just- - This is sick.

- Okay.

- What was that?

- Hey.

- Oh, hi.

- I'm Caleb, Helen's boyfriend.

It's kind of a surprise.

- She's...

It's Helen's boyfriend.

- What?

- Helen has a boyfriend?

- How the fuck am I supposed to know?

We talked once a year.

- Okay, shh!

I'll go.

- It's her, she's the fucking killer.

She's the fucking killer. - What? No.

- She's the killer. - Stop!

Get out of the door.

- Hi.

- Hey, sorry about bangin' on the door.

I was ringin' the bell, nobody answered.

I'm Caleb.

- Oh, Helen's boyfriend.

- Yeah, Helen's boyfriend, Caleb.

Nice to meet you.

- Oh, she actually just left.

- Weird, she just texted me like 20 minutes ago.

- Not weird because she actually

just left 20 minutes ago, 10.

She just left 10 minutes ago.

Yeah, I'm sure she told you

all about the fight between her and her sister.

Yeah, she said she got super pissed about something

and that she was gonna go stay at a hotel up in town.

You should give her a shout.

- All right, yeah, maybe I will make that drive.

But if she doesn't show up or answer,

maybe I'll just be back, okay?

- Okay.

Yeah, you do that and nobody here

is moving an inch.

Bye.

- That was close.

What the fuck?

- Okay, that took 10 minutes of your two hours,

so you better hurry up before I change

my mind and call the fucking cops now.

- All units, we have reports

of an aggravated assault at Mix Arcade.

The suspect is presumed the missing hospital patient.

- Hey, Grandma.

- Dianna.

Hello.

How's everything going?

- Everything is fine, I guess.

- You guess?

What does that mean?

- It's fine.

Everything is fine.

- Well, could you put Helen on?

I'd like to say hello.

- Helen is a little preoccupied right now,

but as soon as I find her I'll have her call you.

- All right.

Well, I fixed dinner and I thought

it might be nice if all of you came over.

Give us a chance to all be together again.

- That's wonderful, Grandma.

As soon as we're done here, we'll be right over.

- Wonderful.

You know, I really do feel this is your father's work,

getting us all closer together again.

- That's wonderful, Grandma.

Be right there.

- Lovely.

See you then.

- Okay, bye.

- Even through this tragedy,

George managed to bring his daughters back together.

I mean, I know it's not gonna be easy,

but I truly believe that the girls will realize

that they need each other, and I need them.

I'm just sure George is smiling down

and knowing everything is okay.

Oh, Melanie, I gotta go.

The girls are here.

Talk to you later.

That's weird.

What the...

Oh.

- What the fuck?

- Guys, please tell me that was you.

- Justin, get over here.

- I think I just saw something.

- Justin, go check that out.

- You guys got it, I'm good.

- No!

Where is your knife? - Got it.

- Go!

- All right, you guys stay behind me.

I got this, but don't stay too far behind me.

- Come on, let's get this fucker.

- Okay.

Okay, just stay behind me.

Here we go. - Come on, Justin!

- Hey, guys - Oh, God!

- Fuck, you fuckin' stabbed me!

- What the hell is he doing back here?

- It's Helen's boyfriend.

- Oh!

Oh, shit!

Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck.

Holy shit, you stabbed a guy.

What?

Probably a flesh wound.

He'll walk away from it.

No, I'm goin' to fuckin' jail.

Fuck!

Fuck!

I need to get outta here.

Shit.

Oh, hell no, that's a big drop.

Shit.

- I don't know...

- Call Charlotte.

Voicemail.

Look, we gotta get the fuck outta here.

I'm fucked.

Just get me the hell outta here.

You're not pickin' up.

I'm assuming you're saying fuck me, "Fuck Justin!"

Well, guess what?

Fuck you, fuck your sisters,

fuck that guy I stabbed.

- God, what do I do?

Hang in there, hang in there.

- Fuck!

Okay, okay, okay.

I'm goin' to jail, that's it.

I'm goin' to jail.

I gotta get out of here.

I gotta take a piss.

That's it, I gotta take a piss.

I gotta take a piss, that's it.

I just gotta take a piss.

God!

What the fuck?

- Hey, what's that noise?

- Justin!

Justin, are you jerking off in there?

No, Justin!

No, Justin! - Hey!

Guys!

Come on.

We gotta go. - No, I'm not leaving him.

- Shit!

- I'm right here, mother fucker.

- Sweet fuckin' dreams.

- Dianna?

Dianna?

- Just do it, just do it, just do it.

Ramirez!

- Dianna, Dianna, Dianna!

- Hey, we're gonna get you out of here, okay?

- Go!

- I'm not leaving you.

- Go, go!

- I'm gonna come back for you, okay?

- Go!

- I promise I'm coming back for you.

- Help me! - What's wrong?

- Will you help me! - Yeah.

What's wrong? Help me out. - That man back there.

Call the police!

Call the police!

Hey, get back, you can't be in here.

Get the fuck back, man.

You can't be here.

You can't-

- Why are you doing this?

- Oh, Dianna.

You wanted this for a long time.

Don't act like you didn't want the same thing.

You and I both wanted the same thing.

- I don't know what you're talking about!

- You wanted them dead just as much as I did.

- I never wanted my family dead.

- Don't lie to me!

Yes, you did!

The way they shunned you, shunned me?

You don't do that to someone you love.

You don't throw them away!

Although, looking at Helen and Charlotte's lives,

perhaps they did do us a favor.

I don't know.

What do you think, Dianna?

- Fuck you!

- Dianna?

- No!

Fuck you!

What do you think?

- Who are you?

- Dianna, don't you recognize your own?

- You're my brother.

That was you?

You brought us here?

- Charlotte and her diva singing career

was quite entertaining.

But it was Helen who my favorite

most pathetic story of all.

A children's author with no children?

No children?

And you, an agent at CPS.

What a cute career choice for the child of a homewrecker.

- Why?

- Well, beauty can't erase these scars, or the pain.

- There was never any money was there?

- Well, monetary gain is the best bait

to lure out such greedy fucks like y'all.

Don't worry, though.

I have something very special just for you.

- You sent us the letter.

Mrs. Charles death wasn't a suicide was it?

- Normally I'd say I'd ask Granny dearest,

but that last dip in the pool left her in pieces.

- Oh.

- Don't you dare cry.

She was just a guilty.

Especially about your mother.

- What do you know about my mom?

- Oh, same as all the other secrets.

Buried underneath the house of dolls.

- You're lying!

- Ah.

What a dysfunctional bunch we are.

Dysfunctional, but not uncommon.

- Hey, round two mother fucker!

- Ramirez!

No, Ramirez, I'm coming!

No, I'm coming, Ramirez!

Come on, hurry.

Let's get out.

- Yo, on my day off?

- What the fuck is that?

What's that?