[S9E8] The Beverly Bitch Project
The episode opens up with Monsè walking into a cocktail lounge and taking a seat.
Tense music plays as the camera pans to a black van pulling up outside of the establishment. We then see former Housewife Bree Bailey exiting the van and making her way into the bar and towards Monsè.
Bree: “Oh, hey there gorgeous!” She gives Monsè a hug and two air kisses.
Monsè: “Hey sexy mama!”
“Today, I am having lunch with my bestie, the iconic Bree Bailey! We are still super close, and I love our weekly get togethers. She has some uh…information regarding one of the ladies in the group — so I’m using today’s get together to get all the dirty deets!”
Bree and Monsè both sit, they order a bottle of wine from the bartender and get to chatting.
Bree: “So, how are you?”
Monsè: “I’m good, how about you? Loving this hat by the way!” She points to it.
Bree: “Thank you honey! I am good, just busy as always with my daughters and their booming careers!” She sips her wine.
Monsè: “I know, I just saw photos of them on the runway. You are killing it, momager!”
Bree: “Thanks hun. But tell me about you, how are the girls doing?”
Monsè: “The girls are… well, you know how those crazy bitches are!” She laughs. “But you’ve met my friend Valentina, she’s always a great time.”
Bree: “Oh I love Valentina, yes!” She nods.
Monsè: “Olivia Blake is back on the scene, too. You’ve met her before right? You’re both rich as hell, I’m sure you run in the same circles.”
Bree: “Yes, yes, I’ve met Olivia plenty times at events and such, we’re not chummy but we’re cordial.” She laughs a bit.
Monsè: “Then we have a new girl, Violette.” She gives Bree a look. “We hit a bit of a rough patch, but at the end of the day, I think she’s a sweet girl!”
Monsè: Thats why this is so hard…The Jean-Luc situation.” She frowns.
Bree: “It’s clearly seeming like their relationship isn’t in great shape, huh?”
Monsè: “That’s what it seems like to me. She claims it’s just that they’re long distance or something, but engaged for three years? It just seems unhealthy, especially since they only see each other once a month.”
Bree: “Once a month?” She makes a face. “Oh wow, well this all makes sense now…”
Monsè: “And clearly being faithful isn’t at the top of his list either.” She shrugs. “It all makes sense to me now as well. That’s why when you came to me with the information, I knew I had to tell Violette so she wasn’t in the dark on what her mans is doing out in the streets.” She shakes her head and takes a long sip of wine.
Bree nods.
Monsè: “So what exactly happened again?”
Bree: “A couple months ago, Bianca was at a party in Miami with her modeling agency. Two guys come into their section. One of the guys was as all over her flirting her, buying her drinks, being touchy and whatnot. He even asked for her number and texted her afterwards. He said he lived in Beverly Beach and well — turns out the man in question is Jean Luc!”
Monsè: “No wonder the man isn’t in a rush.” She shakes her head and looks disgusted. “He’s keeping himself busy! Oh god, poor Violette.”
Bree: “Let me show you the text.”
Bree takes her iPhone out of her bag and hands it to Monsè.
Bree: “There is is.”
Monsè looks at the phone and scoffs.
Monsè: “This is insane. The man is literally engaged, how does he think this isn’t going to get out? ”
Bree: “I have no idea.
Monsè: “Beverly Beach is small honey, people talk. He probably thought he could get away with it because he was partying out of town. That’s karma though, it’ll get you right in the ass.”
Bree: “Like i’ve told you, he told Bianca that him and his girlfriend were in an open relationship, can you imagine? Bianca obviously could feel that something was off and well… seems like she was right.”
Monsè: “Bianca is one smart girl, you raised her right.”
Bree: “But I just want to confirm, Violette never told you about being open or swingers or anything of the sort, right?” She raises and eyebrow and pours herself another glass of wine.
Monsè: “No, not all!” She shakes her head. “She always seems so prim and proper with this rich lawyer persona she’s got. It would make a lot more sense why she’s okay with the long engagement though.”
“I thought we left the hoe-ish couples behind when Lorelei departed, but apparently there’s a whole community of freaks in Beverly Beach. Whew, Monsè is flustered hunni!”
Bree: “Mhhh could be! It’s either they have some sort of arrangement or he’s playing her and going around sleeping with young girls in their twenties while she waits for her fairytale wedding.”
Monsè: “Either way, you know I’m gonna find out what’s really going on. For Violette’s sake of course…”
Monsè pauses and her and Bree laugh a bit.
Bree: “Oh, I am sure you will!”
Monsè: “Some of us girls are actually going to Coachella soon. I already told Violette the vague details and she was going to speak to Jean-Luc. I’ll reconnect with her there and see if Jean’Luc confesses to it. If not, I am going to mention names if thats okay.”
Bree: “Absolutely. Bianca is telling the truth, Violette can hear straight from her.”
Monsè: “Lovely.”
As Bree and Monsè clink their glasses together, the scene ends.
The scene opens with shots of the sun setting over Beverly Beach. The scene settles on a French restaurant with a beautiful, lit up patio.
We see Violette sitting at a two top as she flips her hair and scrolls on her phone.
We now get shots of Marcie as she walks into the restraunt. The host leads her out to the patio where Violette is.
Marcie: “Hey Violette!” She smiles.
Violette: “Hi pretty!” She puts her phone away and gets up to hug Marcie.
“I’ve been around this group of women for a few months now and I’m still trying to find my footing and establish great bonds with the girls. I haven’t really had any one on one time with Marcie and so I wanted to invite her out to my favorite French spot here in town.”
Marcie: “Nice to see you away from the vultures!” She laughs and takes a seat.
Violette: “Oh, I know, right?” She chuckles. “Thank you for coming! I feel like we haven’t really gotten a chance to just talk and get to know one another, you know?” She smiles.
Marcie: “Yes absolutely!”
Violette: “Tell me about you! Who is Marcie Maples?”
Marcie: “Honestly, I’m just a hairstylist!” She laughs. “No, I really started my career working in New York as an assistant who wanted to be a model. So I’d go to castings and they’d always tell me I was ‘too this’ or ‘too that’ or I’d get it and the other girls would make fun of me for not being.. you know like bone thin. So I started doing the behind the scenes work and eventually got my license and now here we are!”
“I really got picked on a lot growing up for my weight, and it was so annoying because I wasn’t really fat I just wasn’t a fucking stick all around so it was.. unnecessary. I definitely have insecurities now because of it.”
Violette: “Oh, wow! That’s quite the journey. I’m really impressed, Marcie! Well… hmm, I’m very picky whom I let touch my hair, but I might have to book you!” She laughs.
Marcie: “I understand your hesitation but I assure you I put the upmost pride and effort into my work! Let’s set up a consultation and talk about things so you can visit my salon and get a feel for things before you ultimately decide!”
Violette: “Perfect!”
The waiter comes over and pours each wife a nice Bordeaux and they thank him.
Violette: “So, how are you doing? Surviving this group?” She takes a sip of wine. “Mmm…this is great!”
Marcie takes a sip of wine and nods in agreement.
Marcie: “I’m doing okay.. I know you’ve probably heard lots of rumblings about my relationship but it’s not all true. Some things are just rumblings.” She shrugs.
Violette raises her eyebrow a bit.
Violette: “I actually heard anything negative about you, honestly.”
Marcie: “Oh.”
Violette: “I’ve just heard that you’re a hairstylist and that you do a lot of well known people’s hair in town.” She smiles.
Marcie: “Oh.. well I guess that’s good. Makes me trust these women a bit more than I did coming in today.” She laughs.
Violette: “No, you’re fine honey. These girls haven’t said anything negative to me about you. But I definitely can understand your hesitation. With girls, it’s hard to trust them.” She laughs. “They can be vicious bitches!”
The waiter comes back over.
Violette: “I’ll do the Frisee et Lardon salad, please.”
Marcie: “I’ll do the savory tart, thanks.”
The women go back to their conversation after ordering.
Marcie: “A more important question — How are you? That lunch in Catalina…After that wild accusation I can imagine you’re a little shaken?” She raises an eyebrow.
Violette: “Well…of course. That was coming from left field! Monsè speaking about Jean Luc and I’s engagement and stating their is rumors about him and I around town was just really uncool.” She frowns.
Marcie: “It was all over the top. I haven’t met Jean Luc but you don’t seem like that kind of type, sorry!”
Violette: “I actually met up with Monsè the other day…”
Marcie: “Did you guys clear it up?”
Violette: “Yeah — well…sort of?” She bites her lip. “We hashed it out and she told me some things along the line of Jean Luc was basically cheating on me. And she has proof and the other girl wants to meet up with me. It was a lot.”
Marcie: “That’s….alot.” Her eyes widen.
Violette: “Alot of bullshit.” She rolls her eyes.
“Violette is actually really down to earth and normal. She just kinda has chaos following her like a cloud.” She chuckles.
Marcie: “So are you going to meet up with the alleged girl…?” She looks at Violette, concerned. “I’m so lost right now — do you even believe Monsè? Obviously not! But what are you thinking?”
Violette: “I don’t believe any of it.” She shakes her head. “Jean Luc isn’t that kind of man. We’re not perfect, but he wouldn’t do that to me.”
Marcie nods and the waiter brings out their food. The scene ends with Violette shrugging and looking at Marcie.
The scene opens with a pan over a beautiful garden where a party is taken place.
The camera pans to Valentina and her best friend, Alekos, who are chatting at a table.
“I was invited by GLAAD to be at their girls and gays Drag Brunch here in Beverly Beach so it was only right I brought my best friend Alekos.”
We see Monsé walk over to the table and approach Valentina and Alekos.
Monsè: “This brunch is fab! Thanks for the invite, Valentina!”
Valentina: “Monsè! Sit, sit! I got us a bottle for the table! I got the dollars to spend!” She holds up a stack of money. “Here’s some money to play with!” She hands out bills to Alekos and Monsè.
Monsè: “Yessss, gotta support the queens!” She takes some cash.
The camera pans to show Weston, the Creative Director of the Blake Agency, walking over to the table.
Weston: “Alekos! QUEEN!”
Alekos: “Look at who the cat drug in! If it’s not my bitch Weston!” He gets up to hug his friend.
Weston now turns to the table.
Weston: “Val and Monsè — serving cunt!” He laughs. “Love it girls!”
Valentina: “Oh my God, Weston! Hello! Thank you so much…” She glances at Monsè. “Monsè, you remember Weston, don’t you?”
Monsè: “Of course! How are you, hun?” She smiles at Weston.
Weston: “I am feeling fierce, free, and fly my love!”
Monsè: “Okay Weston!” She snaps and giggles.
Weston: “Happy to be out of the Bailey Agency for the weekend!”
Alekos: “You shady bitch!” He laughs. “You always have something to say! Sit down, honey!”
Weston: “The good lord gave me this mouth for a reason…to throw shade and to…well you know.”
Weston takes a seat at the table with Valentina, Monsè, and Alekos.
Weston: “I had one too many shots with Sasha Colby earlier! Surprised Beverly Beach GLADD could afford that Queen!” He snickers and sips his drink.
Monsè: “Well we need a couple more shots babe. I need to get on your level!”
Alekos: “Oh god this queen is already drunk. Someone get the ambulance ready, she can’t handle her liquor!”
Weston picks the bottle up from the table and pours four shots, handing them out to Monsè, Valentina, and Alekos.
Weston: “Drink up, girls!”
Alekos: “Everyone get ready to need IV bags. She doesn’t know when to put the bottle down.” He points at Weston. “Partying with gays are not for the weak!”
Monsè: “Good thing I’m not a weak bitch hunni!” She takes her shot.
Valentina: “You bitches are going to get us kicked out of here with this behavior! Let’s see what the drag queens have for us! I think the show is about to begin!”
We get a montage as famous drag queen and winner of RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 15, Sasha Colby, comes out and dances between the table and performs at the drag brunch.
Weston: “KEEP ON SERVING CUNT SASHAAAAAAAA!” He throws dollar bills. “WOOOHOO!”
Alekos is now up dancing to Britney Spears with a diffrent drag queen, people clap and take videos. The camera pans to Valentina and Monsè who are still sitting at the table.
Valentina: “Is this what you signed up for?!” She giggles and looks to Monsè.
Monsè: “Nope. It’s even better! WOOOOOOO!” She cheers on Alekos.
The drag show comes to a conclusion as Alexos twerks on one of the drag queen.
Weston: “Sit down, slut! It’s over! Can’t take that whore no where.” He shakes his head and sits with Valentina and Monsè.
Alekos sits doen nex to Weston and wraps his arms around his neck.
Alekos: “I just love you, bitch!” He looks to the women. “Weston and I go way back!”
Weston: “Okay, bitch! Get off of me!” He giggles. “He just loves to touch me, girls.”
Weston rolls his eyes and Monsè and Valentina laugh.
Alekos: “You love me! Quit acting like you didn’t try and sleep with me when you first met me!”
Weston: “Oh, bitch I thought you were a top not a little white submissive ass bottom!”
Alekos: “You are such a bitch!” He playfully hits Weston and laughs.
Monsè: “Y’all are a mess. This is the type of fun we need to be having all the time Val!”
Valentina: “I’m telling you this is the light hearted fun we need!”
Weston, Alekos, and the girls begin eating the charcuetrie board that has been placed on their table.
Valentina: “Oh! Monsè! I scored you an invite to Coachella!” She does a little clap.
Weston: “Oh Coachella, we love that.”
Alekos: “How do we get an invite?” He motions between him and Weston. “Who’s carpet munching who to get these tickets?”
Valentina: “It’s Serena.” She laughs. “But Monsè, it’s under one condition…”
Monsè: “Oh? And what’s that?” She eats some cheese and cracker.
“Monsè brings the party, hunni! That should be enough for a little Coachella invite.”
Valentina: “So I told her you would talk to her and at least hear her side of things. I think she wants to resolve things with you.”
Monsè: “You want me to talk to that crazy lady?!” She makes a face at Valentina. “I think she’s made it pretty clear she has it out for me until further notice.”
“Serena lovesss to throw a little jab my way every time we’re around the group. It’s like a game for her. I don’t trust this little peace making chat one bit.”
Weston: “Go bitch who cares about the drama it’s a free trip to Coachella!” He shrugs.
Monsè thinks and then lets out a sigh before looking at Valentina.
Monsè: “If that’s what it takes to get to Coachella, then fine! I’ll have a chat with her. But if it goes left, that’s on Serena. I have no room for all that negativity.” She holds her hands up.
Valentina: “I know you don’t Monse, that’s why I think if it goes south you walk away and we will just enjoy the free Coachella trip.
We see Monsè nodding.
“Who would’ve thought I would be brokering peace between Monse and Serena especially when I was the one who was at odds with Serena last year. I need a medal for this shit.”
Valentina now turns to Weston.
Valentina: “So Weston, I was telling Monsè you were doing something for Olivia for Paris Fashion Week? Can you remind me again, what you are doing?”
Weston: “Oh hunni I’m not doing anything for Olivia for fashion week.” He sips his drink.
Valentina: “Oh, then what do you do for Olivia?”
Weston: “I am her creative director but she wants to have this big comeback with her on line designed only by her. She has her matronly line that she considers a come back even though the agency has been more profitable without her.” He shrugs.
We get a shot of Monsè and Valentina looking at eachother with their eyes wide.
Weston: “She’s only showcasing the old lady line at Paris Fashion Week. She’s going to embarrass herself and Agency and come back to me to save the day.” He finishes his drink.
Monsè’s jaw drops a bit.
Alekos: “Girls this is a hot topic with this bitch! You are about to open Pandora’s box…”
Valentina: “Wait, but im confused. So as her creative director you are letting her go forward with this? Does she not consider your opinion at all?”
Monsè makes a face and then sips her drink.
Weston: “It’s her agency, mama. She doesn’t give a damn about anyone she’s a stubborn woman and thinks since she was a judge on Americas Next Top Model she has her pulse on the industry meanwhile she hasn’t stepped foot into her company until a few weeks ago since she left the city and left me in charge years ago!” He shakes his head, frustrated.
Alekos: “Bitch ice told you if you are this miserable you should just start your own fashion line or work with a real fashionista instead of this Martha Stewart wannabe!”
Valentina: “You know that’s not a bad idea, Weston. Have you thought about doing that?”
Weston: “It’ll buff out, baby, seriously. When she’s the laughing stock of Paris Fashion Week and runs back to me to save her business….it’ll all buff out. Enough about my elderly boss! Back to the party!”
Valentina nods.
Valentina: “Let me shut up! This woman already hates me…” She laughs. “Let’s keep the drinks flowing!”
The scene ends as Valentina passes the bottle of champagne around to Alekos, Weston, and Monsè.
The scene opens up as we get shots of a nice restaurant.
It is clearly rented out as a private party is being held. About 100 people stands around and talk. We see Yvonne with her daughter Asha as they mingle with guests and some of their family members.
“Today, we are celebrating 15 years since I took over the family business which has been in business for a total of 65 years. I am so excited about this milestone but anxious because it’s my last anniversary party as CEO.”
We get a cinematic shot of highheels strutting through the parking lot and approaching the building, walking in.
The camera pans up to show Serena Ames. As soon as Serena walks in, she spots Yvonne and Asha near the door.
Serena: “Heyyy baby boo! How are you?” She hugs Yvonne.
Yvonne: “I’m so glad you came.” She rubs Serena’s back.
“Yvonne invited me over for a cute cocktail party to celebrate her family’s 15th business anniversary. I’ve always looked up to Yvonne’s family. They are the epitome of a wealthy black family! I also have to tell her some gossip if time permits.”
Serena: “Ahhh little Yvonne! You look so beautiful!” She grin and hugs Asha.
Yvonne: “Yes, you remember my daughter Asha!”
Serena: “Yesss! You’ve grown up so beautifully! Looking just like momma.” She crosses her arms and smiles.
Yvonne: “Asha, you remember Serena, right?”
Asha: “I do! I do! You look great.” She smiles at Serena.
Yvonne: “Asha, sweetie, run along now darling! Let us grown women talk.” She winks.
As Asha walks away, Yvonne and Serena get some hors d’ouerves and a drink as they sit down to talk in the corner of the dining room. We see Serena looking around, impressed.
Serena: “Congratulations to the family, Yvonne! This long in business and it’s still in the family? That’s a blessing.” She holds her glass up to ‘cheers’.
Yvonne looks around and sighs.
Yvonne: “Yes, I can’t believe I’ve carried this tradition for 15 years…”
Serena chuckles but looks concerned.
Serena: “What’s going on, girl? You don’t seem so happy…”
Yvonne: “I’m not unhappy, I’m just having a misty moment.” She laughs. “Since getting remarried and thinking about my future, I don’t want to run the family business anymore. And I really don’t know how to tell my family. I mean, this is our grandparents legacy that I’ve maintained for over a decade!”
Serena’s eyes widen and she leans in to whisper to Yvonne.
Serena: “Lady Yvonne wants to hand over the crown?!?” She looks shocked and takes a drink. “I will say that if you know you are in that space where you want to move on, by all means.. move on! You have done the work, you’ve made your millions and now you are married to the love of your life. You don’t have anything else to prove. You have a beautiful family and they deserve you to be fully happy and healthy.”
“This is absolutely no shade, but Yvonne isn’t a spring chicken. Although she acts no older than 25. Any unnecessary pressure or stress just isn’t necessary for her. I do think this could be a great moment for her to be in total control of the direction of her life!”
Yvonne: “You’re right.” She nods. “I deserve to live for me.”
Serena: “Yes you do! Girl, you better book you a year vacation and relax!”
“It’s really a full circle moment sharing my plans to depart with Serena. We met during my first fashion week as CEO and she was just an internl; now we’re here 15 years later and she is supporting the anniversary. That’s a testament to our friendship.”
Yvonne: “So what about you? What’s happening with your job?”
Serena: “So I am styling Doja cCat for Coachella!”
Yvonne: “That’s great, honey! That’s huge!”
Serena: “I actually invited Violette and Val, but Val insisted that also invited Monsé. Don’t know why. We are not friends.” She shakes her head.
Yvonne: “Do you think the two of you can be friends?”
Serena: “I don’t know. At times she’s a cool girl, but then she can be a messy little girl. And I don’t do the fickle stuff.”
Yvonne: “Well, I’ll say this having known her for a couple years. She’s fun, a good time, and funny but I don’t think she’s trustworthy.”
Serena: “Hmmm okay.” She raises an eyebrow. “So take shots but don’t get vulnerable. Noted!”
“I got my eyes on you, girl.” She squints her eyes. “Monsè — I’m watching you like a hawk watching her babies!”
Yvonne: “I’d be careful because it seems she and Valentina are gunning for Violette, so I hope they don’t mess up your business opportunity.” She shrugs.
Yvonne: “Exactly!” She laughs. “Let me introduce you to a few people before they leave.”
Serena: “Yess! I would love that!”
The scene ends as Yvonne and Serena get up and go mingle.
The scene opens up with all 7 of the ‘Wives getting off a bus in a campground.
“I’ve organized a Glamping trip for the girls! I hope to tell the women of the trip to Paris by the end of the night as a great surprise after we do a fun seance.”
Yvonne gets off the bus and looks around, raising her nose.
Yvonne: “Olivia, are you sure there aren’t any snakes out here? I know how your kind like to slither around.”
Olivia laughs.
Olivia: “Based on how your standing Yvonne, you look like the snake from the Jungle Book.”
Marcie: “Let’s just hope there’s no snakes please. For my sake!” She holds her bag.
Olivia: “Marcie, why this dress? Can you even sit in the tent?” She laughs and raises an eyebrow.
Marcie: “I have jeans! I wasn’t prepared.” She giggles.
“Oh Jesus — Olivia…what have you gotten me into this time? I brought extra clothes but I didn’t plan for the outdoors… I thought we’d be at like a Marriott or something.”
The camera focuses on Valentina as she gets off the bus. We see Yvonne turn to Olivia.
Yvonne: “Oh great, now here we have the temptress tramp…” She mutters.
“Serena came dressed like a nun and Valentina is dressed like a harlot. Were we all given the same invitation?”
Violette looks around the glamp-ground and nods.
Violette: “This is right up my alley! I love camping!” She claps. “This is going to be so fun!”
We see all of the women settling into their glamping tents. Eventually, they all make their way out to a burning bonfire in the middle of the glamp-ground as the sky turns to dusk.
Marcie: “So this is nice!”
We see Serena take out a bottle of tequila and pour it into her Stanley cup.
Serena: “Anyone want some tequila?”
Marcie hands Serena her red solo cup.
Olivia: “Pour me a shot!” She raises her hand.
Serena: “Yesss! Drunk wives in the woods is a headline for sure!” She laughs and pours some drink for Marcie and Olivia.
Valentina: “So what’s been going on with everyone?” She crosses her legs. “The last time we were all together was Yvonne’s wedding!”
Marcie: “And that was.. something!”
Yvonne: “Yes, thank you all again for coming and celebrating with me!”
Violette: “What a beautiful wedding it was! Although, I would’ve liked to have gotten a mixed drink without being charged.” She laughs a bit.
Yvonne whips her head in Violette’s direction.
Yvonne: “Well if the ladies were real women, they would’ve told me their frustrations and not gossiped about them.”
“Violette! Girl stop being messy! You can’t put a 10 dollar charge on your card for some alcohol?”
“Violette can kiss my ass! I cannot believe that she’s throwing shade at me for being economical. Newsflash — it’s better to not have an open bar than an open relationship.” She sips her drink.
Violette looks at Yvonne.
Violette: “Oh? Was that directed towards me.” Her eyes widen.
Yvonne: “It was.”
We get a shot of Marcie sipping her drink.
Yvonne: “Serena, pour her a little of that free tequila so she can move on.” She points at Serena.
Violette: “Oh, you seem mad. Why is that?” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “It was just a little joke, Yvonne. Laugh a little.” She laughs. “I didn’t realize me making fun of you being cheap would be a sensitive subject.”
Olivia: “Oh Vi don’t call Yvonne cheap, she’s many things but cheap isn’t one of them.”
“Yvonne isn’t cheap. She did pay for our trip. She may be a bit of a bitch and she may be very messy and she may even be a bit fake, but cheap. Not Yvonne.”
Yvonne: “I’d expect you to know cheap, Violette. Look at the wedding you still haven’t gotten. The budget is still at zero dollars and zero cents.”
Violette: “Woah.” She raises an eyebrow. “Well, my wedding isn’t even planned yet. Not because I can’t afford it. It’s just because we’re busy working Yvonne.”
Yvonne: “Keep lying to yourself.” She nods and smiles at Violette before crossing her legs and taking a sip of her drink.
“I am very confused why Yvonne took my comment to heart. It was a joke! I mean, we all have thought as of recently that Yvonne may have some financial problems. But again I don’t speak on people’s finances.”
We get a wide shot of the group sitting around the campfire before the camera focuses on Serena who speaks up.
Serena: “There are plenty of wealthy people who have cash bars. It’s just when you surround yourself with people who have money, that is not a worry.” She shrugs and puts her blanket on her lap.
Monsè: “For sure — but it is a little unusual. I get what Violette is saying.” She nods at Violette. “But you should have celebrated your special day however you want Miss Vonnie. It was your day!”
Yvonne: “Why are we justifying anything for the freshman of the group? Moving on…” She rolls her eyes.
Violette makes a face at Yvonne.
Violette: “Don’t call me a freshman. That’s rude and insulting. Would you like it if I called you the senior? Senior citizen?”
The camera pans to Yvonne who just sticks both of her middle fingers out at Violette.
Olivia: “No! No!”
Marcie: “Ladies, please. O-M-G.”
“We’re getting into petty arguing over if Yvonne’s bar should be open or cash.. like literally, who cares?! Just swipe the card if you wanna drink or be a sober sally!”
Valentina: “Let’s just hush it up!”
Olivia: “Agreed. This should be over with.” She shakes her head.
Violette: “Oh my God. My comment was a joke.” She laughs and twirls her hair. “Whatever.” She shrugs. “Is everyone else doing okay in the group?” She looks around.
Marcie: “I wanted to ask — “ She leans forward and then looks to Monsè. “Monsè, how are you feeling with Serena now?”
Olivia: “Oh?” She raises an eyebrow.
Marcie: “Are you guys better since we got back from Catalina?”
Before the camera pans to Monsè, we see Serena dramtically lean her head back in her chair.
Serena: “Oh Jesus.”
Monsè: “I thought we had moved on, but I’ve heard Serena may still have some feelings.” She looks to Serena.
Olivia: “Ladies can we glamp and have fun? This was suppose to be about bonding and mess is getting brought up. Throw it in the fire, ladies! Move on!”
“There is always a pot of mess brewing with this group. We should have brought a cauldron out here to set on top of this fire.”
Monsè: “I think we can move on — but I think we need to talk about it first.”
Olivia nods.
Monsè: “Anything you want to share, Serena?”
Serena: “Yes.” She nods.
Valentina: “Please fix it…” She whispers to Serena.
Serena: “I think we need to be mindful of how we have to be held accountable for our actions…” She looks at Monsè. “Last year, Monsé said some very nasty things about myself and my business. And we can say I did the same to her, but I’m not trying to be her friend. We can’t say hurtful things about people and just move on.”
Monsè: “We don’t have to be friends babe, that’s fine. But the constant jabs are childish.” She looks annoyed. “Grow up and just be cordial. Does that work for you?”
Serena: “Monsé, constant jabs? I barely remember you are around when you’re not butting your long neck into the mess or Val isn’t forcing me to say hey to you.” She chuckles.
Valentina: “Ladies.” She shakes her head. “Why can’t you two just move on? I mean my goodness there has to be some resolution to this conflict somewhere.”
Serena: “Listen — I just think Monsé is a two faced woman. She’s messy. I’ve said it time and time again. I can’t — and won’t — be okay with that.”
Monsè scoffs.
Olivia: “Well…goodness…”
Violette: “Monsè is messy…” She nods in agreement as she twirls her hair.
We see Marcie looking back and forth between Monsè and Serena as she makes a smore.
Serena: “Now because of Val, and getting along as a group, I will try to be better at being cordial, but until she actually apologizes for the things she’s said to me.., that’s all I have for her.” She shrugs and pours herself more drink.
We get a shot of Yvonne raising an eyebrow.
“I love Serena, I do. I’ve known her a long time but sometimes in confrontation, she become a bit dramatic almost like an actress in a Shakespeare play. There are monologues, voice inflections, and metaphors to get her point across.”
The camera pans back to Monsè.
Monsè: “I feel like I’ve apologized a thousand times but if I need to say it again, I’m sorry Serena. There’s no reason this drama is still dragging on when the issue wasn’t between us in the first place. Can we just forget it and move on? For the sake of the group.”
Serena: “Let’s move on.” She chuckles a bit. “I hear your apology, baby. Hopefully Jesus will work it out! You are a fun girl when you are not messy.” She sips her drink.
Monsè: “I hope the same is true of you too, babe.” She purses her lips.
Olivia: “Oh, yes. Love this. We are getting somewhere.” She claps a little.
Marcie: “Heyyy! Okay group shot for that?! Progress it is!”
Violette: “Yes!”
Olivia: “Hug ladies, hug it out. Do not push each other in the fire — just hug.”
Valentina: “Yes let’s see a hug! We love resolution!”
Serena: “Can I give you a hug?” She stands to hug Monsè.
We see Violette making a face as the two are about to hug.
“I personally wouldn’t hug Monsè. She’s such a bitch.” She laughs a bit. “But, to each there own.”
Monsè and Serena hug.
Serena: “You are one messy, pretty bitch.” She chuckles and sits back down.
“Hopefully this is the start of something new between Monsé and I. Will I trust her with my last two dollars? I mean no… but I can say hey and have a few drinks with her now. Maybe share a good laugh.”
“I don’t care about Serena but if a truce will make the group happy then let’s do it. The less time on annoying drama the better.”
All of a sudden, rustling is heard in the nearby foliage. The girl’s all go silent and look over.
Marcie: “What was that…?”
Serena pulls out her phone and turns on the flashlight, shining it in the trees. All of a sudden a figure emerges from the woods and everyone but Olivia screams in terror.
Belinda: “AHHHH!” She runs out with a bottle of vodka in hand.
Serena: “SHIT!” She jumps out of her seat.
Violette: “OH GOD! Who is that?!” She screams.
Valentina: “Oh! Who is this woman?!”
Belinda: “Sorry! I thought there was a spider.” She chuckles and dusts herself off.
Monsè: “Uh uh! Who’s gonna tell this white lady you can’t run up on black folk like that?” She makes a face.
Violette: “Is that Heath Ledger?” She squints at Belinda.
Olivia: “He’s dead, Vi.” She shoots her a look. “Belinda, welcome!” She smiles and looks around the ladies. “Let’s be respectful of Belinda, ladies!”
Belinda: “Hi ladies! I am Belinda Boncocomo! Psychic to the celebrities!”
Olivia pulls up a chair for Belinda and Belinda sits. We get a cool shot of the flames and the ladies sitting around the campfire with Belinda.
Belinda: “The reason I’m here tonight…Olivia invited me out here to speak to the other side.”
Violette: “The other side? Like… to spirits? I love that! I’m totally into this kind of thing.” She grins and takes a sip of her drink.
Valentina nods along to Violette.
Valentina: “Oh I love psychics! This will be fun, I’ve gotten my tarot cards read to me several times!”
We see Marcie shift uncomfortably in her chair.
“I don’t like psychics. To me they’re real and so I don’t like being around their energy or their thoughts. I don’t want whatever possesses this woman to attach to me so she’s a bit.. much for me. I don’t particularly like or want to be around this but Olivia’s my friend.”
Belinda: “Ohhhh.” She shakes her head and sips of her vodka. “So, so, so many spirits! If you didn’t know, on this very campground, 35 years ago, 11 young ladies attending summer camp all got MURDERED by the Tool Box Killers…” She frowns. “I can hear the innocent girls now…”
Serena: “What the hell?!” She grabs Yvonne’s hand.
Valentina: “You brought is to a camp ground of murders?!” She looks to Olivia.
“Killer?! Olivia, girl where you got us? Chile good thing I got life insurance.”
Olivia: “Oh — Belinda you didn’t tell me that when you recommended this location!”
“Truly, I didn’t know.”
Belinda: “Tonight, I will be channeling from the other side. I hear many voices coming through. There are many people trying to contact all of you ladies….from the other side.”
Olivia: “Who?!” She gasps.
Marcie does the sign of the cross on herself.
Valentina: “Let’s get into it!” She claps.
Belinda closes her eyes and takes a deep breathe; after a few moments she opens them.
Belinda: “Oh… the strongest voice — A father figure. Who here has lost their father. He’s telling me… turmoil and trouble between the two ladies he loves the most…”
Violette: “Oh shit, this is creepy…”
All of a sudden, Valentina tears up. She raises her hand.
Valentina: “It’s my dad.” She sniffles.
Monsè: “Oh Val…” She covers her mouth.
Belinda: “What’s your name, sweetheart?” She looks to Valentina.
Marcie hands Valentina some tissues.
Valentina: “I’m Valentina Armani.” She wipes her eyes.
Belinda: “Valentina, dear… He tells me of the intense pain you’ve caused on another. Is that accurate? Who is that with, a mom, a sister?”
The ‘Wives all look to Valentina.
Valentina: “He’s talking about my relationship with my mom. He was the glue who held us two together all these years. My mom and I still have a tumultuous relationship. We actually got in a fight today before I came here….”
Violette: “Aw, I’m sorry Val.” She frowns.
Serena: “This is so sad…” She looks to Val as she still squeezes Yvonne’s hand.
We see Olivia raise an eyebrow.
“When Val says she got into a fight with her mom — you know, I picture Val throwing a fit because her mother wouldn’t watch the children. Val is a spoiled woman, so it wasn’t anything deep. She’s vapid.”
Belinda: “He sees both sides, he loves you both immensely. He is in pain!” She nods at Valentina. “He wants you to figure this out so he can rest peacefully… but he does keep saying ‘Mother is always right.’. Make this work with your mother, please!”
Monsè: “It’s okay, girl. It’s gonna be okay.” She comforts
Valentina: “I will try. I want nothing more than a relationship with my mother. She’s the only family I have left.” She wipes her tears again. “I never understood how short life was until I lost him when I was 16.”
Belinda nods.
Belinda: “Now…I hear a baby crying. Who here lost a child?” She looks around the group.
Violette: “Oh my God!” She gasps.
Olivia: “That’s me. Belinda.” She frowns as her eyes get big.
Belinda: “Olivia.” She reaches over and holds Olivia’s hand. “Darling, she’s still with you. She’s still your child. Process that grief…face it head on. Stop trying to suppress it.” She shakes her head.
Olivia: “I hear you, I receive it.”
“This is not something I am comfortable talking about.”
Yvonne has gotten up to rub Olivia’s back, a tear streams down Olivia’s face.
Valentina: “Can someone pass her a tissue! That’s sad Olivia.”
Marcie passes over a tissue and Olivia takes it, wiping her face and taking a deep breath.
Olivia: “I don’t talk about my daughter often. She was supposed to be my first born.” Another tear streams down her face. “It’s why I’ve always been such a helicopter mom with my boys.” She looks down.
Belinda: “You’re a great mother, Olivia. Focus on that.”
Valentina: “Yes you are Olivia. You are the best mom to your boys!”
Olivia: “Thank you, Belinda. Thank you, Valentina.”
We get a shot of Violette down her drink and staying silentt.
“This is some pretty dark shit. I don’t like talking about feelings and emotions and getting all sad and cry about things. I don’t know how to be when people are upset.” She chuckles a little. “I just get a little uncomfortable. I don’t like feelings.”
The camera focuses back on Belinda.
Belinda: “Now, I am hearing ‘Pa gen nen nan figi’. Who here knows what that means?”
Monsè gasps and the ‘Wives snap their heads in her direction.
Monsè: “I think that’s me! It’s something my grandmother always used to say — ‘Take care of your own things’.”
Yvonne: “What is she not taking care of, Belinda?” She cocks her head and side eyes Monsè.
Belinda: “Your grandmother is letting me know, ‘Don’t feel guilty’. Did you feel any guilt in your relationship with her?” She raises and eyebrow.
Monsè’s lip quivers a bit as her eyes well up with tears.
Monsè: “Yeah — uh — She passed just after I moved to Beverly Beach. I’ve always felt guilty that I wasn’t there to say goodbye.”
Yvonne: “Wow, I’m sorry, Monsè — You never shared that with us.”
Olivia: “Oh Monsè, don’t feel guilty. She’s proud of you, I just know it.” She dabs her eyes.
“Me and my grandma were tight when I was growing up so not being there to comfort her when she passed…It’s definitely one of my biggest regrets.”
Valentina: “Your grandmother I know is so proud of the mother and wife you are today! I mean you have thrived in so many ways here in Beverly Beach!” She holds Monsè’s hand.
Belinda: “Honey, she wants to know you’re on the right path. The friends and family you left behind, her…it’s all for a bigger reason. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. You made all of the right choices. Does that bring you any peace?”
Monsè: “It does actually. A lot. Thank you Belinda.” She smiles a little.
Serena: “Grandma sounded like a smart woman.” She nods at Belinda.
“Yvonne told me that Monse’s career is non-existent but it appears that her grandmother from beyond thinks she’s thriving.”
Belinda: “Oh my Gosh…” She holds her head, as if it hurts. “Who knows a Maddy? Matti?” She looks a bit perplexed.
There is a long silence in the group, everyone looks around at eachother yet nobody speaks up. After a long moment of silence, Yvonne speaks up.
Yvonne: “So who’s connection is it?”
Violette: “It’s Matti.”
The group looks to Violette.
Violette: “His name is Matthieu but, I always called him Matti…” She bites her lip.
Belinda nods.
Belinda: “A strong male prescence, that’s for sure. But so sad….so violent.” She looks to Violette with sadness. “He still loves you.”
Yvonne: “Violent?” She looks to Violette. “Is that your ex or soemthing?”
Violette: “Yes. He was my — “ She clears her throat. “He’s an ex boyfriend.”
Valentina: “Oh wow…”
Belinda: “He thinks the world of you, he’s just waiting…to be with you again.”
Olivia: “To be with her again…in Heaven. That’s romantic. I’m so sorry, Vi.” She gets up and hugs Violette tightly.
Violette: “He was amazing. He was my best friend.” She nods, not showing any emotion.
Serena: “Violette, if you don’t mind me asking…What happened?” She furrows her brow. “You don’t have to talk about it…”
Violette: “He was killed when we were in University.”
Yvonne: “Oh my goodness.” She gasps.
Monsè: “Killed?! Oh my god, Violette.”
Serena: “I’m sorry. That’s so sad.”
Violette: “Yeah, we’ve known each other since we were kids and we both went off to University. One day, he just was taken from me.” She shrugs a bit. “It’s life. I loved him, but…” She clears her throat, trying to maintain a straugth face. “It’s life.”
Serena stands up and walks over to hug Violette.
Serena: “Wow. I’m just so so sorry.”
Viollete: “Oh, it’s fine — I’m fine.” She nods at Violette. “I apperciate it. But, then a year later I met Jean Luc once I graduated and went to law school. The rest is history!” She forces a smile.
“I know this Psychic isn’t lying. I’ve always felt Matthieu’s presence around me. It’s just sad to hear that he is still waiting for me. I loved — love him so much. Him and Jean-Luc, complete opposites — “She laughs a bit but then her face drops. “I don’t know…I just don’t know.”
Belinda: “Well — I am tired. I am EXHAUSTED.” She finishes her cup of vodka and stands.
Serena: “You should be exhausted, friend! Want some tequila before you go?” She points to a bottle.
Belinda: “Olivia, thank you for inviting me. You ladies have a good night.” She hugs Olivia.
Olivia: “Thank you Belinda. You did good. Feel free to sleep in the tent, us ladies will be leaving.” She smiles.
“We clearly have a lot to learn about each other in this group. Maybe if we stopped all the bickering we could support each other on things like this, things that really matter.”
As Belinda waddles off, Yvonne looks to the group.
Yvonne: “Ladies, I think we should all start with a clean slate. We’ve been through a lot in our own lives but thank God we have each other because it’s sisterhood that pulls you through the rough times and the hard days.”
Olivia: “Cheers to the sisterhood, I knew this would bring us together.” She raises her cup.
Marcie: “We should definitly cheers to this!”
Valentina: “Olivia thanks for having us all come together for this moment to bond and get to know each other past the surface.”
Violette: “I agree, a clean slate is needed.” She looks to Yvonne. “I’m sorry for insulting you, Yvonne.” She puts her hands on her chest.
Yvonne just nods at Violette.
Valentina: “While we’re on the topic of clean slates. Olivia, I hope you and I can be good and will be in a place to be friends one day.”
Olivia: “Sure. I would like that.” She nods.
Valentina: “Friends give eachother heads up so, I do have to say to you — I was at a GLAAD Drag brunch the other day and Weston was there and he had some things to say about your fashion like and I just felt like it would be phony of me to not let you know what’s being said.”
Olivia looks across the fire at Valentina, puzzled.
Olivia: “Oh? What was said?”
“Oh God, Val. Why now?!”
Marcie: “Oh shit.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Here we go…” She mumbles.
Yvonne: “We had a lovely moment and now here’s mess.” She rolls her eyes and whispers to Marcie.
Valentina: “Weston told me that you came back to the agency only just a few weeks ago after being gone for months. He said your line was also not a representation of what he had envisioned for you. I think he even said your line would flat line at Paris Fashion Week.”
Serena: “Oh Jesus.”
Monsè: “I was there as well.” She nods. “He did seem pretty adamant that his vision was better than yours.”
Valentina: “Is that all he said, Monsè?” She looks to her.
Monsè: “I think he said something about wanting to start his own line? He was reallyyy upset. But I know you’ll handle it Olivia. You’re a boss.”
Olivia chuckles.
Olivia: “Thanks for letting me know. Trust, he will be dealt with.”
Yvonne: “Oh my god! He’s so vain, fire him Olivia.”
“One of my employees bad mouthing me? Let’s be clear, Olivia J. Blake does not miss. I’ve never had a flop line. These youngins better recognize who the hell they are dealing with — hell better yet who the hell they work for.”
Olivia: “Oh — He will have the opportunity to start his own line, soon enough. Thank you again for the information.” She nods at Monsè and Valentina.
Yvonne gets up, folding her blanket.
Yvonne: “Okay Pinky and Brain, you’ve stirred up enough mess and now the boy is fired.”
Violette, Olivia, Marcie, and Serena all chuckle. Monsè and Valentina scoff.
Yvonne: “Our sprinter van should be here to go back home because I am not staying out here!”
Valentina: “Let’s get on the bus back to the Beach!” She pops up.
Monsè: “Mhm get me out of here before we get serial killed!”
The episode ends as we get a final shot of the forest.
