Previously on Run the World...
I cannot get anything done
because I am home with your daughter,
and you're out, eating fucking doughnuts.
Your job is wack. You know that.
You're better than this.
Mia? You still at L'Oréal?
-I am. -Do you think I could come in
and pitch it for you guys?
We'll be pitching L'Oréal.
Keith Mumford will run point.
I quit.
I do kind of feel like lately Whitney's been a bit distant.
You cheated on Ola? You have to tell him.
Hey?
♪ Uh! ♪
♪ Hey, yo, chief... ♪
Ladies, I hope you enjoyed dinner at Philippe's.
Yes, Hope, there's nothing cooler than going
to the hottest restaurant of 2009.
Expensive Chinese food vexes me.
That might be racist.
Is it?
Because I have the exact same sentiment
about expensive soul food.
I don't understand dining out for soul food at all.
I have a mason jar full of recycled grease
if I want fried chicken.
I'm just saying,
I prefer my shrimp and broccoli out of a cardboard box.
Ladies.
Please, stay focused on the night ahead.
Next, we have a table and bottle service at the club.
then it's back to the Marriott Marquis
for a slumber party.
Mm.
I didn't want to start the scavenger hunt
without Whitney, but I fear we won't be able
to complete several of the tasks.
Hope, I'm not taking a picture with a cop on a horse, ever.
Okay, I actually love scavenger hunts.
And I totally call asking a random stranger for a condom.
Ooh, yes.
I don't know if I'm more annoyed
that we're doing this or that you're so excited about it.
Sondi, what time did Whitney say she was getting off work?
Uh, I'm not sure.
-Oh, maybe I should call her. -No, no.
That's not necessary. You know what?
She just texted me, and she is on her way.
Well, did she say how long?
It just said "coming."
Coming around the mountain. She's almost here.
-So what are we up to here?
Are we moving a dead body?
I thought, uh--
I thought Sondi moved in with Matthew, right?
Yeah, she did. But she kept her place.
He doesn't know.
No, don't--don't tell me that.
Yo, Whitney,
you keep making me the househusband
that knows too much.
I don't want to hold no peaches or apples or whatever the fuck.
Ola, relax.
We're the only ones who know.
Yo, you need to tell Sondi I don't want no parts of this.
She and Matt need to talk.
Yeah. About that...
Sir, I booked the promotional bottle service sale
from hotparties.net.
It says it's redeemable any night the club is open.
I-I have a confirmation number.
I don't know what you're talking about,
and we're at capacity.
-It's right here. -Hey, what's up?
Oh! Excuse me. What was that?
Isn't that the bouncer from the Soulja Boy party?
Oh! Oh, hey! Don't you remember us?
Nope.
Like I told your friend,
we're not letting anyone else in, ma'am.
"Ma'am"? Did you just "ma'am" us?
This is certified PYT you're looking at, sir.
A group of middle-aged ladies like yourselves
shouldn't be out here like this.
It's a bad look.
But I have a confirmation number!
Hope, bring your ass.
-What? Mm-mm.
You are officially relieved of tonight's duties.
I'm taking over. I can't.
What is she--
Hope, we really appreciate everything that you've done.
We just had a different vision
of what this night was gonna be.
-Yoo-hoo. Hi. -Hey.
So crazy question.
We're doing this, like, scavenger hunt thing
for a bachelorette.
Um, and for 10 points, just wondering,
do you have a condom that I could borrow?
You can't borrow it, but you can use it with me.
Okay, ew.
You are not a productive participant of this game.
Well, I Googled "young Black women
living it up in the city," and that's what came up.
Oh, my God, really? The first hit, I'm guessing.
-Yeah, it looked great. -Okay. Okay.
I booked us a suite at the Peninsula.
-Oh! -Let's go.
Oh, no, but all of our belongings
are at the suite I booked at the Marriott Marquis
in Times Square.
Listen, I will suffer many indignities
in the name of friendship.
I've already spent hundreds of dollars on fried rice
and been rejected from the club,
but I will not stay
at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square.
-Well, why not? -Now, let's go, okay?
Well, I get lots of perks there.
Oh! Thank you.
Oh! Shotgun.
And where the fuck is Whitney?
Let's go.
Where the fuck is Whitney?
Let's just get out of here, please.
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
I slept with someone else.
Honestly, I think it was my version
of a nervous breakdown, but...
but it has nothing to do with you or us.
I mean, Ola, I-I know that this sounds lame,
but I-I love you so much.
Um...
Uh, I'm not sure what you want me to say here.
Well, why are you telling me this?
Because I know that we can work through this.
We've survived long distance,
grad school, your residency,
sick parents.
And none of it was easy, but we got through it
because we were always honest with each other.
And I couldn't keep lying to you.
Well, do you feel better?
No.
I feel awful.
But I didn't want us to have any secrets in our marriage.
Y-you fucked some other dude, Whitney.
That's not a secret. That's betrayal.
No, it wasn't like that. It's...
Ola, you asked me to show you my whole self.
So here I am,
just begging you to forgive me
for making one terrible mistake.
Wow, that was a good speech. Did Ella help you write that?
Should I be moved?
♪Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Usually, I don't say shit ♪
♪ I just go And count my money ♪
♪ All these bitches Acting funny ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm out here Getting money... ♪
Buzz is wearing off. Need more alcohol.
I am happy to go to the liquor store.
Peninsula cocktail prices are way beyond my capacity.
Tonight is on me.
I am drunk, jobless, and in control of my destiny.
We are bossing up, bitch.
-Okay. If you say so.
Where's Sondi?
Sondi! -What?
These nice guys are gonna give me a piggyback ride.
It's worth 45 points for the scavenger hunt.
If you don't bring yo ass, bitch.
Come on.
You watch too much Law &SVU
to behave like this!
Hi. I am a diamond rewards member.
I booked a suite with points, and I'm trying to get a refund.
Yeah, yeah, I do have a confirmation number.
-I know, but... -I went in a lot of trouble...
Yeah, and the French fries and the mac and cheese.
-Ooh, and the burger. -And the burger.
Sondi, this should be a swoop...
-Oh! -That drapes at the waist.
Renee and Ella, you guys need to start on your dresses
so that we can all get judged at the same time.
Uh, we'll join in after this glass.
-Okay. Anyway... -They're not coming.
-...what do you need?
Are you okay?
I'm fine. Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just trying to work up the nerve to hit Mia
to see if I can pitch L'Oréal on my own.
The worse she can say is no.
It's just a no I'm not sure I can handle right now.
-♪ Here comes the bride ♪ -Yeah.
-Okay. -♪ All dressed in white ♪
-Oh, Sondi.
-It's your mans now. -No!
This is my me time, okay?
Deadlines, boyfriends,
and tiny little humans that I take care of be damned.
This weekend, I am a Black girl gone wild.
And I will do anything I want. Anything!
No, that does not include showing my titties to strangers
because, I mean, I was raised below the Mason-Dixon Line.
-Okay, girl.
Should we get them some water?
No. I didn't order a stripper.
They're the entertainment.
I've never been to a wedding like that.
Oh!
Okay. Now, what's up with you?
I haven't heard from Anderson in three days.
Oh, girl. Just call him.
We're too old to be playing these reindeer games.
I'm not sure I even want to talk to him right now.
Okay. That's all I have for you.
That was all the energy I had for Anderson today.
Ah! No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
-No, no, no, no, no. I look so good!
-Guys, guys!
Am I interrupting something?
No, it's just the girls looking for me.
They're at my bachelorette.
You want to look at my phone?
Don't act like I'm being paranoid.
So...
who was it?
-Do I know him? -No.
No. Of course not. It's just some random guy.
Never saw him again.
Classy.
Okay. Wait. Scooch to your left.
-Down a little bit. Okay. Okay. -Okay.
Come on. This is worth 25 points.
Just fucking take it.
I was like,
"Fuck you. I quit."
And I did my Slick Woods strut out the room.
Bam, bam, bam.
And your boss just walked out, too?
Yeah. That part, I didn't see coming.
And I wasn't sure if she was serious,
but, ooh, these 83 texts she sent me
in the last two hours says differently.
Oh, oh, my God. Right?
Oh, I wish I had the balls to do something like that.
Mm.
I dream of cursing out Karen and quitting
at least once a week.
Oh, no, Abby's cool. She's not a Karen.
Oh, no.
My boss is actually named Karen.
It's crazy when you think about it,
but this next generation of white women
will be void of Karens and Beckys.
Thank God.
It's like naming a Black girl Precious.
I mean, after watching the movie, how could you, right?
Right.
Yes. Yes!
Renee, I'm really excited for you.
Really?
So is the goal to start your new company
and pitch L'Oréal?
Mm.
I haven't gotten there yet, but I think so.
You only need one client to build your agency.
Send her a text.
It'll be your first act as CEO of your own firm.
Do it.
Hope, I think I might be starting to like you.
Oh, funny!
I almost feel the same way about you.
So when did this happen?
Maybe six weeks ago.
-Wow. Wow. -I wanted to tell you, but--
Oh, yeah. Right.
While we were running around town tasting cakes,
posing for newspapers,
picking out plates and shit,
you were just lying to me?
You--you were just l-lying every day.
Were you trying to humiliate me?
No. Of course not.
I mean, all this talk
about how you're under so much pressure
to do the right thing and show up for everybody.
What about me, Whitney? What about showing up for me?
I am here for you! I would do anything for you!
Jesus.
What am I gonna tell my family?
Why would you tell them anything?
This--this doesn't have to break us.
Please don't call off the wedding.
Didn't you just call off the wedding?
Isn't that what we're doing here?
Uh, the service charge is gratuity, right?
It is, uh, but you can add extra, if you'd like.
No, we good.
Dinner was included at the Marriott.
Girl, we were just bonding.
Please step away from my nerves.
-Ooh, this is a good one.
"Build a man's anatomy from found objects
and take a picture."
-Done. Oh, my God.
Hey, baby.
What are you doing still awake?
I just wanted to come and say good night.
Does your daddy know that you have his phone?
No.
Well, you should sneak downstairs
and hide it in the couch so he thinks he lost it.
Okay. I will.
-Love you. -Mm, love you, too.
Bye.
I thought you were off mom duty?
Shut up.
-Oh!
Girl, those French fries cost $2.50 each.
You better eat that, ho.
Stop throwing the French fries!
-Those cost... Ten dollars!
..too much money!
Honestly, I...
I just never saw this coming from you.
I will never, ever do this again.
You have to believe me.
You just dirtied up everything.
Like, I feel dumb as hell right now.
I had blind faith in you.
When other dudes would talk
about their girls cheating on 'em,
I was always like, "Nah, bro. Not my girl. Not a chance."
Gun to my head, if someone had told me this,
I would've defended you.
And I would have been a sucker.
I promise I have never cheated on you before.
Because you're some type of saint, right?
You never do anything wrong. You never say anything wrong.
But that's all just a-a fucking facade.
Because you're actually just too damn afraid
for people to see you for who you really are,
which is a liar.
You, me,
this wedding,
how we're so happy together-- it was all a fucking lie.
Ola, it's not.
-It's not? It's not!
-I swear, it's not. Stop. Stop!
Stop.
Wait, who is blowing you up this time of night?
Uh, it's these stupid alerts -on my Carly/ -Emmett story.
Of course the girl he cheated with is his assistant.
Oh, that is so unoriginal.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
That was your story?
"DaniSpillsTheTea"?
Guilty.
Literally guilty of ruining lives.
Girl, bye!
That story had all my group chats cracking.
Thanks. I'm thrilled.
Hope, Ella's allergic to joy.
-We're working on her. -I am not.
I feel so happy right now!
Ooh, then why are you yelling?
You're so small and so hostile.
-It's a small people's complex.
We always yelling.
There's a lot of fire in that little body.
Where's the weed man now?
I'm supposed to be high right now!
I think we need snacks.
Hey.
So, if I've never done weed,
how many of these do I take?
Should I just eat this bag of gummy bears?
Girl, no. These ain't Haribo bears.
Okay. You know what?
-Just take two. -Mm-hmm.
I'll know when you're high,
'cause you'll start saying some dumb shit.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, uh, I'm gonna head down
to Duane Reade and get some munchies.
Uh, there's no fucking way we're paying $25 for chips.
Oh, girl. Hell, no.
We ain't ordering shit else up in here.
Get me some Lemonheads.
Mmm! Smell this.
-Oh!
-That's lovely. -Isn't that nice?
-Yeah.
Oh, hi.
It's the duchess of dildos!
Oh, I am so glad I caught you
before you went to the Marriott.
What is this?
It's the naughty part of the night.
This is a bachelorette party, after all.
Albeit, there is no bachelorette.
Has anyone heard--
Can you teach me to put a condom on with my mouth?
Oh, yes. And more.
Um, I'm sorry, miss.
But there has been some confusion here.
We appreciate you for coming,
but we will not need your services tonight.
And don't be sad. We don't tip well anyway.
No, you take your card and your dicks, okay?
What the fuck?
Renee...you are such a Grinch.
I'm about to get high as fuck right now,
and I'm not about to be staring at no purple dildos
while Paula Deen is in here giving me some sex advice.
Period. I'm not doing it.
Oh, it's Mia.
-Oh!
-Read it out loud. -No, no, no, no.
Please, let me...
Okay. "Hi, Renee. Congratulations.
"So proud of you for taking this leap.
"I'll see what I can do about bringing you in.
No promises, but I'll do my best."
It's not a no.
Yeah!
Let's have a celebratory blunt!
What? What is it?
Huh? Am I...
am I--am I not giving you enough attention?
I'm not some teenager with an insecurity problem.
I mean, I literally kiss the ground you walk on.
I let you be the star of our relationship
because you need it so badly.
But I'm a--
I'm a fucking Harvard-educated doctor, Whitney.
I'm actually the fucking shit.
And--and still, that isn't enough for you.
I have relocated three times for you.
Wherever you go, I am there by your side
because I love you and because you're my best friend.
Am I? Am I your best friend or your safety net?
How could you even say that?
Because, apparently, all my friendship
and companionship--
all my, like, constant showering you with love
and affection
isn't enough for you.
I'm not enough for you.
That is not true.
Ola... I love you.
I-I chose this life with you the day that I met you.
Okay? 'Cause I love you.
Okay. Stop. Really, stop.
Stop--stop with the fucking "I love yous"!
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's okay.
It's okay, all right?
You got here fast.
I thought you girls were staying at the Marriott.
Change of plans. Don't ask.
I got your email. Thank you.
Ella, I sent you that email
because you're my favorite writer.
I wasn't trying to tear you down.
I know.
I get it, and you're not wrong.
I just wasn't ready to hear you say all the things
that I've been saying to myself these last few months.
Well, if I told you what you wanted to hear,
you wouldn't love me.
Dude...
-you irked the shit out of me.
You know, sometimes you just got to jump off the cliff.
Everybody's always running around
telling people to jump off cliffs,
but nobody ever talks about what it feels like
when you're falling.
Sure.
But what makes you think the next time you jump...
you're gonna fall instead of fly?
I'm sorry I kicked you out.
I know.
But, honestly,
this kind-of-sort-of-dating shit we got going on
is corny as fuck.
I love you.
You ain't seen nothin'!
This is for free. Get ready.
Five, six, seven...
♪ Oh, don't you wish ♪
♪ You were A Spelmanite like me? ♪
♪ Oh, don't you wish ♪
♪ You were A Spelmanite like me? ♪
♪ 'Cause we're the oh-so-fine Divas of the AUC ♪
-Oh!
I thought you ladies weren't Greek?
We're not.
That was our freshman year dorm stroll, okay?
Mm-hmm.
H-H!
Turn it up! Turn it up!
-2006 in this bitch!
Hey!
-Turn up, turn up! -Oh! Oh!
Turn up like it's 2006!
♪ Lean wit' it Rock wit' it ♪
♪ Lean wit' it, rock wit' it ♪
Throw it up!
♪ Lean wit' it, rock wit' it ♪
♪ Lean wit' it... ♪
♪ Quietly While you were asleep ♪
♪ The moon and I Were talking ♪
♪ I asked that she'd always ♪
♪ Keep you protected ♪
Amari?
Hey.
-You having a good time? -Yeah.
It is a level of madness that I cannot begin to explain,
but...
yeah, I'm having a really good time.
When you coming back?
I'm not sure. Um...
check out's Sunday, so maybe, like, noon or one.
-I don't really know. -You know what?
Why don't you stay another night?
I'll call the front desk and take care of it.
You need some space to get your work done
and not worry about us.
I don't worry about you. You're a grown-ass man.
Yeah, you do.
That's one of the many reasons I love you so much.
I know. I love you, too.
Where the fuck you been?
Yeah, and where are my Lemonheads?
I was down in the lobby with Anderson.
-Boo! Boo.
You suck.
Who is this Anderson person and why do we hate him?
He's Ella's super-ex-boyfriend.
They dated for a few years.
No, no, no, no. I mean what's his stats?
And by that, I mean degrees, profession, height, width,
and, um, personal debt.
Morehouse undergrad.
Yale Law. Nonprofit lawyer.
No kids, no convictions.
He has some student loans, but... Kanye shrug.
And he looks like this.
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo.
Girl. He is '90s-R&B-singer fine.
What's wrong with him?
Well, that depends on when he was--
Nothing is wrong with him.
And he's officially my man again.
What? Good for you.
Don't be the bitch before Juanita.
Oh. What?
Hope...
say more.
Don't be the chick that dated Michael Jordan
right before he became the man.
That woman either killed herself
or is somewhere sad and not worth $200 million.
Ooh. Ooh!
-DBBBJ. Oh.
Yes.
Don't be the bitch before Juanita.
-Yes. Yes, girl.
-Yes! Yes.
-DBBBJ. DBBBJ.
Love it.
It's the only principle to live by.
Yes.
You hit the birth jackpot when you were born a Black woman.
Hallelujah.
Do not let a scarcity of vision
interfere with your walk, honey.
Girl.
You done said a word. I need to write that down.
-You got it. Hope!
You officially win, uh, the bachelorette!
You sure did. Oh, yes!
-Facts. -Thank you! Thank you!
And in that sentiment, Ella,
if Anderson makes you happy, I'm happy for you.
Me too.
But if that nigga breaks your heart again,
we cutting his balls off.
Totally fair.
Where are you going?
I need some time to think.
Seriously?
Yeah.
I can't decide the rest of my life in a couple hours.
I need time.
Well, but, wha--how much time?
Uh, two days, two weeks?
If you're gonna cancel, I need to tell people, so--
Whitney, you don't get to control this part.
You know, when I asked you to marry me,
tolerating infidelity wasn't a part of the plan.
-Ola, please, let me-- I'll call you.
Okay?
So it's two decks. -Two decks!
-Okay. -You get a deck.
Everybody get a deck.
All the decks.
You got a deck, you got a deck...
You know, with the en-suite bath,
-this must be the... -Hey.
Where the hell have you been?
-Hi. Wow.
This is wonderful, Keisha.
And more outdoors? Oh, my goodness...
I don't think this wedding is gonna happen.
W-what?
This isn't a dream, is it?
'Cause the edges of the room are kind of fuzzy.
Hope, lay down.
No, it's a real-life nightmare.
We're gonna fix this.
I'm so sorry, baby. Oh, baby.
♪ Signed a deal I settled for ♪
♪ Insecure ♪
♪ Now I'm feeling the sting ♪
♪ Where we go we don't know ♪
♪ We're just trying to stay On our path ♪
♪ I've been here before ♪
♪ Yet still end up ♪
♪ On my arse ♪
♪ But something's got to ♪
♪ Give a little ♪
♪ Give a little, I know ♪
♪ Yeah, something's got to ♪
♪ Give a little Give a little ♪
♪ I'm sure ♪
♪ Oh, something's got to ♪
♪ Give a little for me ♪
♪ A little for me ♪
♪ Something's got to give ♪
♪ A little for me ♪