Deadly Girls Trip

You ever heard of this new thing called sleep, honey?

There's, like, an app for it and everything.

Well, you know, jury's still out.

Some say it's overrated.

Well, there's no crinkles

in the couch cushions.

It makes me think that you didn't even

stop for a nap.

All right, Detective Lacey.

Hmm.

These look really good.

You lying to me?

To save me from my feelings?

- What? - Like that time you told me

I could pull off that scarf at the Christmas party?

No, no, these are...

These are actually really good, I promise.

Yeah, well... it ends in a week,

and we still don't have our next client lined up.

I guess the appetite for designing office space

isn't as big now that everybody's working from home.

Faith, honey.

Just have some faith, okay?

How you feeling?

Good, yeah, um...

Not too much morning sickness today.

I think the girls are getting a little wise, though.

I thought about telling them this weekend,

but I think that Becca would put a hit out on me

- if I stole her thunder. - Hey

they're gonna be thrilled for you, all right?

- Janice strikes again. - Uh...

Irritatingly punctual as ever.

Oh, uh, no, actually, it's... um...

- Cathy. - Yeah, we planned

a work weekend. Sorry, I meant to tell you.

It just slipped my mind.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Hey. - Hey.

Yeah, I saw the blueprints.

They look great.

Oh, that's all Blake. He's the maestro.

All right, you're being modest again.

This message is for Lacey Hutton.

Please make your way down that driveway

and into my car. It is crucial

that we are not late for check-in time.

Here, let me help you with your bags.

No, honey, it's fine.

- Stay with Cathy. - You sure?

- Mm-hmm. - All right.

Hey, have fun, all right?

- Okay. - Okay.

Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

This one also goes out to Addie Miller

and our birthday girl, Rebecca McKenzie.

All right, you remember, lights out at 9:00, okay?

I'm gonna miss you so much, sweetie.

Hi, Mrs. Hutton.

Hi, honey.

Thank you.

You packed a weekend's worth in that?

Years of practice.

Oh, I bet you clean up at "Tetris."

This place better be the Taj Mahal

to get me out of bed this early on a Saturday morning.

Hold your doors and windows.

Hurricane Rebecca's on the loose.

Becca, I don't think you packed enough.

You see, we're going away for a whole 72 hours.

- Right, yeah. I need my things. - You baked?

I did. Pecan pie. It's a family recipe.

I stayed up all night making sure it was perfect.

Mm, stayed up all night,

and with the price tag on, I see.

- Our little secret. - Mm-hmm.

Okay, great.

All right, let's load up, ladies.

Okay.

All right, birthday girl.

This is going to be an amazing weekend!

- Whoo! - Whoo!

Whoo!

Let's go.

- Whoo! - Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

- I mean... I mean... - I love it.

Okay, here we go.

You didn't tell me you were renting a mansion.

Eh, technically it's an estate.

Thank you, Forest Garden.

Okay. Don't be too proud of yourself.

Yeah, Becca likes to think of herself

- as the event queen. - Not the queen.

Event icon, maybe.

I mean, I had to plan my own eighth birthday party,

so I got a little head start on you guys.

Okay. Do not lose these.

Okay, Becca, come with me.

- I want to show you the pool. - The pool.

- Hey, are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just... I'm a little nervous to leave Cam. It's just

it's the first time since... well, ever.

Well, Cam's a good kid, and he's got a good mom

who deserves to let her hair down a little bit this weekend.

You sleep with one eye open when you have a kid, Lace.

It just happens.

- Hey, honey. - Hey, sweetie.

We just got here. Oh, my gosh. This place is amazing.

Cathy, stop it. You're killing me.

- What's going on? - Ah, nothing.

Cathy's just goofing off and trying to lighten the load

while we finish some paperwork.

I'm glad you got there safe. Uh, take tons of pictures, okay?

All right. Bye, honey.

That is not the face of someone

who's about to paint the town red.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

Ooh, she says through gritted teeth.

Take it from someone who's been married

to a workaholic for 15 years.

They can't help themselves.

Do you think I'm happy that Paul's away

on business during my birthday weekend?

How do you handle it?

I just remind myself of why they're doing it... for us.

You know, when I met Paul, I had no stability in my life.

He made a promise that that would never be

the case for me again.

He's just making good on that promise.

Is there anything else that's bothering you?

No, no, nothing.

Okay, well, that is enough emotional talk for one weekend.

Mimosas in ten?

Well, hey, at least you're leaving

your mark on this place for your birthday weekend.

Well, these are limited edition, imported from Italy.

I wouldn't take 'em off if the police told me to.

See you soon!

Hey, Jan. Is this yours? I think maybe...

Oh, that is mine. Thanks.

Darn things are identical.

Such a scatterbrain. It must have happened in the car.

Besides, you're gonna need yours to get ready

for Rebecca's mimosa toast.

Yeah, well, I'm not drinking this weekend.

At Rebecca's 40th?

Either you have a death wish, or you're pregnant.

Shut up. Shut up.

I wasn't sure if I should tell anyone.

Lace, this is incredible!

I haven't told the others.

I-I didn't want to risk it with what happened last time.

- Yeah. - I know it's superstitious,

- but I... - Don't worry.

I can keep a secret.

Oh! I'm just so happy for you guys!

And this time, I promise things are going to go great.

- This is cute. - Yeah, it's for the bank.

Anytime we take work home with us,

they want us to keep it in a place that's hard to find.

Well, it's certainly that.

Probably got some nuclear codes on that thing.

Nah, just boring mortgage docs.

Come on. Let's go get ready.

- Okay. - Okay.

"Ask the person on your right what they value most in life."

Ooh, wow. That's pretty deep for a card game

that I found at a discount store.

I would have to say my friends.

- Aww. - I mean it.

I don't have any children.

Paul's gone most of the time.

You guys are my ride-or-dies.

- Even you, Janice. - Oh.

Gee, thanks, Becca.

We've all been in the neighborhood for years,

and you just came to us this last year,

and you already fit like an old glove.

Or just glove is fine.

What I'm saying is you're family now.

It's been a really hard year for Lace,

and you've been there with her, holding her hand

at every step.

Even though you still haven't had us over for dinner yet.

Okay, what was it, six hours

- before she brought it up? - Hey!

All right, all right, all right, all right.

- Becca, you're up. - Okay.

"What is your biggest secret?"

Lacey, this one's for you.

Uh...

I don't think I have a secret.

Okay... I'm pregnant.

I knew it. I knew it.

That's why I wasn't drinking.

Becca, I'm sorry. I didn't wanna take away from your big weekend.

Whatever. No, the only reason I'm mad