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(pensive music)

(music continues)

(waves splashing)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

- Oh, three miles.

I'm out.

- Hey, you made it.

Good job.

- Yeah.

Ahead of best last time.

- Yeah ( laughs).

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.

(panting) f*ck!

(birds chirping)

Oh, no (groans)!

- Ah, people, the muscle.

Shit!

Frank?

(pensive music)

Frank?

(music continues)

(Frank groaning)

Frank?

What the hell happened?

(Frank yells)

No!

Oh, no!

What am I supposed to do?

What-

- Just call

a f*cking ambulance.

- Well, how in the

f*ck did this happen?

- I don't f*ckin' know.

- God (panting)!

(line ringing)

Hello?

- [Dispatcher] 911,

what's your emergency?

- Yes, hello, my husband

has a knife wound

and he's bleeding heavily.

- [Dispatcher] Okay,

what's your location?

- Rock Mountain Trail

on the east side.

- [Dispatcher] Can he move?

- Can you move at all?

- Oh, no!

No, I can't (groans).

Just help me tie this.

- I have two teams

on the way to you right now.

- Okay.

Okay, okay, we'll stay put.

Okay (panting).

(Frank groaning)

- 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.

- (gasping) Okay, okay.

Run, run!

(suspenseful music)

(blood gushing)

(Frank groans)

(music continues)

(Sandra screaming)

(Sandra sobbing)

Run!

- Frank?

- Run!

(Frank groans)

(music intensifies)

Frank?

Frank (sobbing)!

Frank!

Frank!

- Run!

- Frank, Frank!

Frank!

Oh my God!

Oh my God (sobbing)!

(Sandra screams)

No!

(dramatic music)

(Sandra screams)

(knife scrapes)

(Sandra screams)

(upbeat techno music)

(waves splashing)

(music continues)

(singer vocalizing)

(music continues)

(vocalizing continues)

(music intensifies)

Lies, what you gon' mean

What you gon' drop and see

Come, 'cause you don't mind

Takin' my fall with me

Hey, but you're too late

I'm goin' on the

mornin' waves

Duh, it's more fun

Have another drink on me

I love the thought of us

The fire that glows tonight

Seems like forgettin' rules

(shutter clicks)

- Got it.

- See, now that's gonna get

hundreds of likes in minutes.

Me, if I posted that, I'd

get like, solid eight.

- (chuckles) Okay, stop it.

- No, seriously.

Let me see that thing, huh?

Lemme see.

(chuckles) 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 assh*le, 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

(throat clears).

- All right, I'll

keep that in my notes.

Damn,

- Very sweet.

- can't believe

you're so expensive.

(Caleb laughs)

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?

(upbeat music)

(singer vocalizing)

- 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 f*cked 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 f*ck?

(woman moaning)

(man panting)

Hello?

- What?

- I need to use the f*cking

bathroom, that's what.

(woman moans)

- Use the other one, bitch.

- What the f*ck is this?

What are...

Get the f*ck out.

YB, who the f*ck is

in this bathroom?

(Charlotte groans)

Yo, who the f*ck is

in that bathroom?

- [YB] We havin' a good time.

- No, we're not

having a good time.

You have some coke head

f*cking a hooker on my set.

- Excuse me!

I need you all to

turn the music down.

- [YB] It's cool, man.

- No, that's not cool, bro.

That is some disrespectful shit.

I have label

representatives here.

What the f*ck are you thinking?

- We're lookin' for T-Rock.

You know where he's at?

- Get the f*ck off my set.

- Bitch, who is you talkin'

to like that?

(man speaking indistinctly)

(sh*ts firing)

(crowd screaming)

(glass shatters)

(sh*ts firing)

- Oh, shit!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(alcohol sloshing)

(Charlotte sniffling)

(fist knocking)

- Charlotte, what the

hell happened last night?

- That assh*le YB Chedda

brought a fugitive to my sh**t.

How the f*ck 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 sh**t?

- 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.

(mellow music)

Bye.

(music continues)

(singer vocalizing)

Something's haunting

It's always with me

In my shadows

I hear it scream

- [Justin] Hey, you've

reached Justin's phone.

I'm probably not here because

I'm wakin' and bakin'.

Leave a message.

Bye.

(phone beeps)

Starin' back at me

Starin' back at me

Starin' back at me,

starin' back at me

- 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.

We lost control

It only cost your soul

- [Roommate] Oh.

This is my pretend

(pensive music)

- 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.

(music continues)

- 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 (chuckles).

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?

(gentle music)

(anticipatory music)

(waves crashing)

(music continues)

- Grandma?

Hi.

- Oh, Dianna!

- [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.

- (sighs) 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.

(phone vibrating)

Oh!

My phone, I have to get this.

I'll be right back.

- Sure.

- [Dianna] 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.

- [Dianna] (laughs) 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 b*tches.

I came here to bury my dad,

not deal with some

self-centered stuck up-

- Self-centered?

f*ck 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.

- (throat clears) 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?

- (sighs) Lord Jesus.

Definitely from

your mother's side.

(pensive music)

- 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.

(Dennis sighs)

(mysterious music)

Hey, Roy?

It's time to go, man.

(metal clinks)

Roy, what are you

doin', f*ckin' 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.

(suspenseful music)

Roy?

Roy?

Roy?

Roy?

f*ck are you...

(dramatic music)

Holy shit!

(knife thuds)

(Dennis groaning)

(blood gushing)

(Roy gasping)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(metal clangs)

(blood gushing)

(Roy groaning)

(dramatic music)

(knife slicing)

(pensive music)

(blood gushing)

(shutter clicks)

(music continues)

(phone beeps)

- [Dianna] Hi, you've

reached Dianna Charles.

You know what to do.

(phone beeps)

- [Celine] 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.

(phone beeps)

(monitor beeping)

- 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, b*tches.

- Oh, God.

- Don't go calling

on God yet, girls.

Daddy's still alive and now

that I'm here, there's hope.

- [Nurse] 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.

(curtain rungs clattering)

(melancholy music)

(monitor beeping)

(music continues)

- I can't do this.

f*ck this, I'm out.

He's all yours, kids.

- Wait, did he say something?

You're not just gonna...

Shit, it's my turn.

(music continues)

- 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.

- f*ck.

(pensive music)

(voicemail beeps)

- 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.

(voicemail beeps)

(pensive music)

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.

Feelin' begins behind us

I'm singin' like

this was right

- Yo, it's a f*cking 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.

So you're wastin' your love

Why you wastin' your time

(mellow music)

(music continues)

- Okay, who's calling Alex?

- [Charlotte] I've got

him on speed dial already

and he better f*cking pick up.

- [Alex] Hey there, Charlotte.

Have all the Charles girls

made it in one piece?

- Bro, we're all here.

Now, what's the f*cking code

so we can get this over with?

- [Alex] 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?

- [Alex] One moment, I'm

lookin', I'm lookin'.

- (sighs) 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?

- [Alex] 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 f*cking clue

so we can get it

in the house, Alex.

- It's your birthdays.

- My birthday?

- [Alex] No, all of you.

It's your birthdays.

- Okay.

- Well,

that can't be too hard.

Just put our birthdays in.

- [Charlotte] Anything else?

- [Alex] Nope, think that's it.

- Great, f*ck 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 f*cking bored.

- [Helen] 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.

47 sh*ts

(mellow music)

(music continues)

(record slows)

- Yeah, man, the police

was just in here, man.

They f*ckin' shot

my shit up, man.

Over some warrants, bro.

Over some warrants.

(pensive music)

(door creaks)

Hey man, let me

hit you back, bro.

(singer vocalizing)

Hey, hey, we closed, bro.

Closed man, that means

go out the front door.

We just had a whole

sh**t' 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, assh*le.

(knife slices)

There ain't no

runnin' from me

This mother fucker stabbed me.

Yo, man!

This mother fucker

stabbed me, man.

The f*ck, man?

Who the f*ck are you, man?

Ain't no runnin' from me

There ain't no

runnin' from me

f*ck!

Yo, this mother fucker

stabbed me, dog.

Where's everybody at?

Yeah, you gon' run

till you're weak

One touch and you

know you gon' meet

You (indistinct), man.

Aw man, ain't no

runnin' from me

Aw, no, ain't no

runnin' from me

No runnin' from me

Yeah

Woo

On horseman number three

You can run from

the west side

All the way to the east

but you can't run from me

f*ck you, man.

The devil will see you

indeed, beggin' you plea

f*ck you, mother fucker.

(dramatic music)

(blood gushing)

(spikes thudding)

(The k*ller grunting)

(blood gushing)

(music continues)

- Dianna, what's your birthday?

- June 5th, '95.

- Sorry.

6-5-95.

- The f*ck?

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-

- (scoffs) Only

'cause you love me.

Just try it, it's gonna work.

- Okay, so then my birthday.

- Shit (coughs).

- Justin.

- Shut up Justin.

- Yeah, got it (coughing).

- Okay, it worked.

(Justin chortling)

- Can we go on now?

(soft orchestral music)

- (chuckles) It reminds me of-

- [Helen and Dianna] It

looks like the dollhouse-

- that Daddy got him

me when I was six.

- [Charlotte] 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

f*ck, 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.

- [Helen] 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.

- [Helen] 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 k*lled anybody

to deserve this much spite.

You can't blame

me for your life.

I said I'm sorry.

- (chuckles) 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 su1c1de.

That is not my fault.

And to be honest, I forgive you,

but after this weekend, I

want nothing to do with you.

(gentle music)

(Charlotte gasps)

- Nice.

(music continues)

This is crazy.

- Hm.

Oo!

A little cowboy hat.

(indistinct)

All right.

(music continues)

(music continues)

I think I found somethin'!

It could be a clue.

Yeah, really.

You know what?

Actually not.

Nevermind, it's not a clue.

(reflective music)

(music continues)

(music continues)

This place deserves

the old Wilson wow.

Wow!

(Charlotte sighs)

(gentle music)

Nothin'.

(tongue clicking)

f*ck.

(pensive music)

(singer vocalizing)

(music continues)

(dramatic music)

(pensive music)

(vocalizing continues)

(anticipatory music)

(inmates chattering)

(music continues)

(suspenseful music)

(music continues)

(inmate growls)

- Oh, shit!

Mother fucker!

Oh, you lucky!

You do me dirty.

Your (indistinct)

for your dumb ass.

(inmates chattering)

(anticipatory music)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(upbeat music)

I had this dream

Where she's walkin'

in a new fashion

And the maitre d

sweetly asks her

Where she's goin' to all

alone, goin' to all alone

I've got some seeds

With the swimmers

and the lowlifes

Where the justice

won't be mine

But she's headed

there all alone

Headed there all alone

(eerie music)

(pensive music)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

- George Charles, is

this your first clue?

Helen, Charlotte, I think

I found the first clue!

(dramatic music)

- [Man] 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.

(dramatic music)

(girl gasping)

(Lenny laughs)

- 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 f*ck?

What?

I'm gonna be late.

- Get over it.

- (sighs) What the f*ck?

(door closes)

(phone chimes)

(girl exhales)

(keyboard keys clacking)

(text whooshing)

Lenny, what the f*ck?

(suspenseful music)

Where the f*ck is he?

(text whooshing)

(music continues)

(music stops)

(mysterious music)

(text chimes)

Where, where?

Where the f*ck are you?

I'm gonna be so late.

(sighs) f*ck.

(text whooshing)

(music continues)

(phone chimes)

(Lenny gasping)

(blood gushing)

Where?

Lenny?

(girl screaming)

(dramatic music)

(rope creaking)

(girl screaming)

Oh my God (sobbing)!

(music intensifying)

(rope creaking)

(music continues)

(door slams)

(indistinct opera singing)

- 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.

(singing continues)

(key thuds)

- "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.

- [Charlotte] 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.

(anticipatory music)

Story time, kiddos.

- [Helen] Wow.

- [Charlotte] Look, is that

mom and dad in San Fran?

What year is that?

- [Helen] 'It's 86.

This must be their first trip.

(pensive music)

- Hell, I don't remember.

I've examined countless bodies.

(pensive music)

- Why don't you

take a look at that.

Collin, don't f*ckin' 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...

- [Charlotte] Wait,

wait, wait a minute.

Pics but no dates?

- [Dianna] 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?

(air whooshing)

- Oo, hold on.

How is mom pregnant

here, here, and here?

- [Charlotte] 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 f*cking 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.

- [Justin] 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 f*cking 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 f*cking shit.

Why is Helen acting like this

is some epiphany of

our f*cking lives?

It's literally just more

of the same bullshit, okay?

Can we please keep looking?

- If you say so.

- Here.

- Damn, family drama (exhales).

- Glad she's gone.

- If I'd known he'd done

some weird f*cking 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 f*cking

babble bullshit is that?

- [Caleb] 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.

- [Caleb] All right,

maybe he just means that-

- I mean, writers from

the beginning of time

have been using pen

names, f*cking aliases.

It's not a red

herring for my life.

- [Caleb] 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 m*rder*r

that throws you off the trail.

It's a false f*cking clue,

but my life as an author

is not a false f*cking clue

to my personal life.

God!

f*cking idiot.

I'll call you later.

(solemn orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

(porcelain shatters)

(knives clinking)

(Helen screaming)

(music continues)

Help, help!

(knife slicing)

(blood gushing)

(The k*ller panting)

- (screams) What the f*ck?

Oh my God, Helen!

Oh my God.

- Oh, shit!

- Justin, keep the

f*ck down, all right?

We need to figure this out.

- [Justin] Figure it out?

She's f*cking dead, Charlie.

We need to call the cops.

- [Charlotte] 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 f*cking 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.

- [Justin] She's

f*cking dead, Charlie.

- Yeah, and I will be too.

- So what?

You want us to just wait here

while there's some deranged

f*ck out there lookin' around

for 'em to come to us?

- They said that money

was in here, $300,000.

Do you wanna f*cking

turn that away?

- [Dianna] Guys?

- We're busy.

- [Dianna] Yeah,

what's going on?

Why is this door closed?

- [Charlotte] Dianna.

- Jeez, what is

wrong with you guy...

(Dianna screams)

Helen, oh my God!

- No, no, no, no.

f*ck this, no, no, no.

f*ckin' Dianna's the k*ller.

This is f*ckin'

- Shut up!

- horror movie 101.

- Quiet, quiet!

- Get the f*ck out!

- Justin, stop! Get in here.

- f*ck, man.

- The clues, guys.

We don't have the clues.

Focus.

- The what?

- The f*cking 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!

- f*ck you!

You're not gonna ruin this.

Since when do you

even give a shit?

She ruined your f*ckin' 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 f*ck happened

to your mother to make her

k*ll 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.

- [Charlotte] Justin,

I think you just

earned yourself a cut.

Come on, let's find

these f*cking clues.

- You're f*cking 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.

(fist knocking)

(Dianna gasps)

- [Justin] Okay.

- What was that?

(crickets chirping)

- [Caleb] Hey.

- Oh, hi.

- [Caleb] 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 f*ck am

I supposed to know?

We talked once a year.

- Okay, shh!

I'll go.

(Dianna exhales)

- It's her, she's

the f*cking k*ller.

She's the f*cking k*ller.

- What? No.

- She's the k*ller.

- Stop!

Get out of the door.

- Hi.

- Hey, sorry about

bangin' on the door.

I was ringin' the

bell, nobody answered.

I'm Caleb.

- [Dianna] 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 (chuckles).

Bye.

(pensive music)

- That was close.

What the f*ck?

- Okay, that took 10

minutes of your two hours,

so you better hurry

up before I change

my mind and call the

f*cking cops now.

(dramatic music)

- [Dispatcher] All

units, we have reports

of an aggravated

as*ault at Mix Arcade.

The suspect is presumed the

missing hospital patient.

(dramatic music)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music intensifies)

(rope creaking)

(music continues)

(soft melancholy music)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(Dianna inhales shakily)

(music continues)

(Dianna sniffling)

(phone ringing)

- Hey, Grandma.

- Dianna.

Hello.

How's everything going?

- Everything is fine, I guess.

- You guess?

(chuckles) 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.

- (sighs) Wonderful.

You know, I really do feel

this is your father's work,

getting us all closer

together again.

- (exhales deeply) That's

wonderful, Grandma.

Be right there.

- Lovely.

See you then.

- Okay, bye.

(Celine clapping)

(somber music)

- 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.

(fist knocking)

Oh, Melanie, I gotta go.

The girls are here.

Talk to you later.

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

That's weird.

(pensive music)

(music continues)

(sighs) What the...

(switch flicks)

(music intensifies)

Oh.

(pensive music)

(singer vocalizing)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(vocalizing continues)

(Celine screaming)

(dramatic music)

(music continues)

(water splashing)

(music continues)

(knife clinking)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(Celine screaming)

(knife thudding)

(dramatic music fades)

(pensive music)

(music continues)

(eerie music)

(flick switches)

- What the f*ck?

- Guys, please tell

me that was you.

- Justin, get over here.

- (gasps) 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.

- (sighs) Go!

- All right, you

guys stay behind me.

I got this, but don't

stay too far behind me.

- [Charlotte] Come on,

let's get this fucker.

- Okay.

Okay, just stay

behind me (exhales).

Here we go.

- Come on, Justin!

- Hey, guys (screaming)

- Oh, God!

- [Caleb] f*ck, you

f*ckin' stabbed me!

- [Charlotte] What the

hell is he doing back here?

- [Dianna] It's

Helen's boyfriend.

- Oh!

(girls clamoring)

Oh, shit!

(dramatic music)

f*ck, f*ck, oh

f*ck, oh f*ck, f*ck.

Holy shit, you stabbed a guy.

What?

Probably a flesh wound.

He'll walk away from it.

No, I'm goin' to f*ckin' jail.

f*ck!

f*ck!

I need to get outta here.

Shit.

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

Shit.

- I don't know...

- Call Charlotte.

(line trilling)

(voicemail beeps)

Voicemail.

Look, we gotta get

the f*ck outta here.

I'm f*cked.

Just get me the hell outta here.

You're not pickin' up.

I'm assuming you're saying

f*ck me, "f*ck Justin!"

Well, guess what?

f*ck you, f*ck your sisters,

f*ck that guy I stabbed.

- God, what do I do?

Hang in there, hang in there.

- f*ck!

Okay, okay, okay.

(Justin exhaling)

I'm goin' to jail,

that's it (laughs).

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 (sighs)!

(urine splashing)

(dramatic music)

What the f*ck?

(Justin screaming)

(urine splashing)

(music continues)

- Hey, what's that noise?

(Justin screaming)

(urine splashing)

(music intensifying)

(music continues)

- Justin!

(The k*ller panting)

(pensive music)

(music continues)

Justin, are you

jerking off in there?

(dramatic music)

(music continues)

No, Justin!

No, Justin!

- Hey!

Guys!

Come on.

We gotta go.

- No, I'm not leaving him.

(dramatic music)

(Charlotte screams)

- Shit!

(dramatic music)

(girls screaming)

(music continues)

(pensive music)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(Caleb panting)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(Caleb yells)

(dramatic music)

(blood gushing)

(Caleb groaning)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(Caleb screams)

(dramatic music)

(Caleb panting)

(Caleb groaning)

(music continues)

(Caleb yells)

(Caleb panting)

(music continues)

(pensive music)

(Dianna exhales)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(eerie exhaling)

(Dianna sobbing softly)

(music continues)

(suspenseful music)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(water gurgling)

(dramatic music)

(music continues)

(flame hissing)

- I'm right here, mother fucker.

(water splashing)

(The k*ller gasping)

(pan thudding)

(knife thuds)

(Charlotte gasps)

(ax thuds)

(The k*ller grunting)

- [The k*ller] Sweet

f*ckin' dreams.

(Charlotte gasps)

(knife thudding)

(The k*ller gasping)

(melancholy music)

(music continues)

(Caleb panting)

(saw whirring)

(dramatic music)

(music continues)

(whirring continues)

(music continues)

(whirring continues)

(Caleb screaming)

(The k*ller grunting)

(dramatic music)

(pensive music)

- Dianna?

(music continues)

(eerie exhaling)

(music continues)

(anticipatory music)

Dianna?

(music continues)

(eerie exhaling)

(music continues)

(eerie vocalizing)

(knife clinks)

(Dianna gasping)

(suspenseful music)

(music continues)

(chair rolling)

(Dianna straining)

- Just do it, just

do it, just do it.

(Dianna whimpers)

(door creaks)

(Dianna exhales)

(suspenseful music)

(music stops)

Ramirez!

- Dianna, Dianna, Dianna!

- Hey, we're gonna get

you out of here, okay?

- [Ramirez] Go!

- I'm not leaving you.

- [Ramirez] Go, go!

- I'm gonna come

back for you, okay?

- Go!

- I promise I'm

coming back for you.

(anticipatory music)

(dramatic music)

(Dianna screams)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(upbeat music)

(Dianna screaming)

(music continues)

(Dianna gasping)

(The k*ller gasping)

(Dianna screaming)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(singer vocalizing)

(music continues)

- 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 f*ck back, man.

You can't be here.

You can't-(knife thuds)

(Dianna whimpers)

(pensive music)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(knife thudding)

(hand banging)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(knife thudding)

(music continues)

(eerie music)

- 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!

- [The k*ller] 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!

(Dianna whimpers)

Although, looking at Helen

and Charlotte's lives,

perhaps they did do us a favor.

I don't know.

What do you think, Dianna?

- [Dianna] f*ck you!

- Dianna?

- No!

f*ck you!

- [The k*ller]

What do you think?

(pensive music)

(Dianna whimpers)

- Who are you?

(singer vocalizing)

- Dianna, don't you

recognize your own?

(dramatic music)

- 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.

(pensive music)

What a cute career choice for

the child of a homewrecker.

- (sobs) 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 su1c1de was it?

- Normally I'd say I'd

ask Granny dearest,

but that last dip in the

pool left her in pieces.

- Oh (sobs).

- Don't you dare cry.

She was just a guilty.

Especially about your mother.

- [Dianna] What do

you know about my mom?

- Oh, same as all

the other secrets.

(finger snapping)

Buried underneath

the house of dolls.

- You're lying!

(Dianna gasping)

- Ah.

What a dysfunctional

bunch we are.

Dysfunctional, but not uncommon.

- Hey, round two mother fucker!

(dramatic music)

(knife thuds)

(Dianna groans)

(air whooshing)

(dramatic music)

(metal clanging)

- (groans) Ramirez!

No, Ramirez, I'm coming!

No, I'm coming, Ramirez!

(ax thuds)

(Dianna groaning)

(music continues)

(ax thuds)

(Dianna grunts)

(The k*ller groans)

(gentle music)

Come on, hurry.

Let's get out.

(music continues)

(singer vocalizing)

(music continues)

(siren wailing)

(Dianna whimpering)

(music continues)

- Yo, on my day off?

- What the f*ck is that?

What's that?

(knife slicing)

(upbeat music)

(singer vocalizing)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music fades)

(mellow hip hop music)

There ain't no

runnin' from me

Yeah, I come

Yo, where I'm

from 1,100 degrees

Tell 'em she comin' with me

I heard you

runnin' the street

Run, run, run, we

keep run, run, run

But there ain't

no runnin' from me

There ain't no

runnin' from me

No, skeleton under the sheet

All the black, get

you done in your sleep

Run laps, they

can run all week

Mother, yeah, you

gon' run till you weep

One touch and you

know you gon' meet

God's plan knock

you off of your feet

Aw man, ain't no

runnin' from me

No, no, ain't no

runnin' from me

No runnin' from me

Yeah

Woo

On horseman number three

You could run

from the west side

All the way to the east

but you can't run from me

You did a devilish deed

The devil gon'

see you indeed

Beggin', you plea

You could ask

God on your knees

But it's set and

your fate is with me

And I know who you are

Know what you done

I know all these n*gg*s

against you to one

Mornin' star, yeah,

you gon' see the sun

Demon time, yeah, you

know where I'm from

You know where I'm from

Your momma's

screamin', Lord, please

Everybody wanna go to heaven

Everybody can't pay the fee

No, ain't no f*ckin' with me

No choice, ain't

no runnin' from me

Rolls Royce, get

you done in your V

Dad f*ck who he wanted to be

Bed time 'cause

he wanted to sleep

Red line till

that bitch is on E

You know I'ma pull

up wherever you be

Like, wherever you be

There ain't no

runnin' from me

Yeah, I come, yo, where

I'm from 1,100 degrees

Tell 'em she comin' with me

I heard you

runnin' the street

Run, run, run,

we keep run, run

But there ain't

no runnin' from me

There ain't no

runnin' from me

No, skeleton

under this sheet

All black, get you

done in your sleep

Run laps, n*gg*r

run for a week

Mother, yeah, you

gon' run till you weep

One touch and you

know you gon' meet

God's plan knock

you off of your feet

Aw, man, ain't no

runnin' from me

No, no, ain't no

runnin' from me

No runnin' from me

Meet me at the controls

Split through my mouth

And a g*n on my lap every

time that I cross roads

Beam head 'em

from across roads

Do say, got a dark toast

Tell the thunder

this dark cloak

Walk slow through dark smoke

And I got that

for who want toke

I got one quote

You come in, you

bought it yourself

f*ck your opinions,

I can't even listen

You dumb and you

proud of yourself

Run

Run

I hope you proud

of your health

I rock (indistinct)

I'm proud of these b*tches

I don't have a

problem myself

I pop lotta stuff in my blow

Run

No

Where the f*ck would you go

Silence only when you

get touched, n*gga

How the f*ck did you know

I got a box form

And I deliver

In the rain or the snow

They know my body

wherever I go

Like, wherever I go

There ain't no

runnin' from me

Yeah, I come

Yo, where I'm

from 1,100 degrees

Tell 'em she comin' with me

I heard you

runnin' the street

Run, run, run,

we keep run, run

But ain't no runnin' from me

There ain't no

runnin' from me

No, skeleton

under this sheet

All black, get you

done in your sleep

Run laps, n*gga run all week

Mother, yeah, you

gon' run till you weep

One touch and you

know you gon' meet

God's plan knock

you off of your feet

Aw, man, ain't no

runnin' from me

No, no, ain't no

runnin' from me

Ain't no runnin' from me

No way, no f*ckin' with me

No choice, ain't

no runnin' from me

Rolls Royce, get

you done in your V

Dad f*cked who

he wanted to be

Bed time 'cause

he wanted to sleep

Red light till

that bitch is on E

(music fades)
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