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Well, the thing
I've been asking myself is:

What kind of sick individual

names a street Edgewood way

and he put it half a mile away
from Edgewood Lane?

Huh?

It's crazy.

Got me out here in this...

Creepy, confusing-ass suburb.

Gosh, I'm serious, though.

Feel like a sore thumb out here.

All right, baby.

All right,
I'll talk to you soon.

See you.

Okay, so this is Rhine ave.

It's like a fuckin'
hedge maze out here.

Okay, let's see, east...

Keep going straight, and then...

I think he said left on, uh,

what was that, peacock?

Go straight, then left...

On...

okay.

All right,
just keep on walking, brah.

Don't do nothing stupid.
Just keep on...

Fuck this.

I'm gonna fuckin'
go the other way I came.

Not today.

Not me.

You know how they like to do
motherfuckers out here, man.

I'm gone.

Aw...

Come on, brah.
This is...

Yo. Somebody help, yo!

Sid, Sid, Sid.

How's it going over there?

I'm good.

You got your toothbrush?

Check.

Do you have your deodorant?

Check.

Do you have your cozy clothes?

Got that.

Can you give me a minute, Sid?

I gotta pry something
out of your dad.

What?

Do they know I'm...

Do they know I'm black?

No.

Should they?

It seems like...

Something you might
want to, you know...

Mention.

"Mom and dad, my, um, my...
My black boyfriend

"will be coming up this weekend,

"and I just don't want you
to be shocked...

That he's a black man."

Black...

You said I was the first
black guy you ever dated.

Yeah, so what?

Yeah, so this is uncharted
territory for 'em.

You know, I don't want to get
chased off the lawn

with a shotgun.

You're not going to.

First of all, my dad
would've voted for Obama

a third time if he could've.

Like, the love is so real.
I'm only telling you that

'cause he's definitely gonna
want to talk to you about that

and it will definitely
fucking suck.

But that's because
he's a lame dad

more than anything else.

They are not racist.

All right.

I would've told you.

I wouldn't be bringing
you home to them.

Yeah.

- Think about that for, like, two seconds.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm thinking.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I'm thinking, I'm thinking.
- Good.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- No, no, no, no?
- No, no, no, no, no.

- I'm a grown man...
- No way.

- You broke my cigarette.
- Oop.

- Seriously? You just threw it out a window.
- No way.

That's like a dollar.
You basically threw

a dollar out the window.
Great.

Well, that was a dollar
you decided to spend

- on nicotine and tobacco.
- Yeah.

Hold on, I gotta call rod.

Aw, rod.

Don't-don't-don't do that.

What's up?

Yo, you at work?

Yeah, yeah, I'm at work.

Look, Chris, tell me this, okay?

How can I get in trouble

for pattin' down an old lady?

It's standard procedure.

Gary just thinks 'cause
a elderly bitch is elderly,

she can't hijack
no motherfucking plane.

See, wait, wait, wait,
no, I know you laughing.

I'm serious, man.
The next 9/11

is gonna be on
some geriatric shit,

straight up.

Look, man, thanks for looking
after Sid this weekend.

Remember, no human food.

- He's got... he's got IBS.
- Damn.

See, give me
some type of credit.

Okay? I don't forget shit.
You do.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
all right, all right.

No, I accept your apology.

It's all good.

How little miss Rosie doing?

She's good.
She's driving.

- Let me talk to him.
- No.

I would like to talk
to him, please.

Hold on, hold on.

- Hi, rod.
- Now, look here,

you know you picked
the wrong guy, right?

Oh, yeah, of course I know that.

This is all just a ploy
to get to you.

- Okay.
- It's not too late for us,

- I don't think.
- Okay, get your own girl.

- Goddamn.
- See, it don't matter,

- 'cause you never take my advice.
- Like what?

Like don't go to a white girl
parents' house.

She doin', licking your balls
or something?

Yeah, bye.

You know what I'm saying, Chris?

Chris.

Chr...

This motherfucker hung up on me.

- You're jealous.
- I-I'm not jealous.

- I made you jealous. It's rod!
- I'm not jealous of rod.

Okay.
Are you okay?

Yeah, that scared
the shit out of me. You?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Oh, my god.

Oh... fuck.

- Stay here.
- What?

What are you doing?

I don't know. I, uh...

Well, maybe it's gone, you know?

Chris.

So, in the future,
the number to call

is animal control services.

Yes, sorry about that.

I was just... disoriented.

Yeah.

So you guys, uh,
coming up from the city?

Yeah. Yeah.

My parents are from
the lake Pontaco area.

We're just heading up there
for the weekend.

Mm.

Sir, can I see your license,
please?

Wait, why?

Yeah, I have state I.D.

No, no, no.
He wasn't driving.

I didn't ask who was driving.

I asked to see his I.D.

Yeah. Why?

- That doesn't make any sense.
- Here.

No, no, no.
Fuck that.

You don't have
to give him your I.D.,

'cause you haven't done
anything wrong.

Baby, baby, baby,
it's okay. Come on.

Any time there is an incident,
we have every right

- to ask...
- That's bullshit.

Ma'am, the...

Everything all right, Ryan?

Yeah, I'm good.

Get that headlight fixed.

And that mirror.

Thank you, officer.

What?

That was hot.

Well, I'm not gonna let anyone
fuck with my man.

I see that.

Okay.

We're here.

That's the groundskeeper.

Are you ready?

Hi!

There's my little girl!
Come here.

- Oh...
- How are you?

- I love you, too. I missed you.
- Mwah.

Oh, this is my dad, Dean.
This is Chris.

- Call me Mr. Armitage.
- Of course. I, uh...

I'm kidding. You call me Dean
and you hug me, my man!

- How are you?
- I'm good. How are you?

- We're huggers.
- Yes.

This is my mom.
This is Chris.

Welcome.

Nice to meet you.

Your father's very excited.

Anyway, yeah, missy.

Yes. Come on in, please.

Welcome to our home.

- So, how was your drive in?
- It was fine.

We actually hit a deer.

- What?
- Oh, no!

- Yeah.
- Was it dead?

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Oh, that's horrible.

- Wow.
- Are you guys all right?

Yeah, it just fruck us out.

It did?

Yeah, it came out of nowhere.

We got it pretty good.

Yeah, it must've
frucked you out big-time.

Fruckin' weird.

Well, you know what I say?

I say, one down,

a couple hundred thousand to go.

- Dean!
- Dad!

No. I don't mean
to get on my high horse,

but I'm telling you,
I do not like the deer.

I'm sick of it.
They're taking over.

They're like rats. They're
destroying the ecosystem.

I see a dead deer
on the side of the road,

I think to myself,
that's a start.

- I don't even understand that. I'm sorry.
- I'm just saying.

You know what? I am grateful
for what you've done today.

I don't like 'em.

We got that.

- Okay.
- Yeah, but...

You guys look so...

Wiped out.

- Yeah. Yeah, a little.
- Yeah.

So how long
has this been going on?

This...

This thang?

How long?

Four months.

Four months.

- Mm.
- Uh, five months, actually.

Oh. She's right.

- I'm wrong.
- Attaboy.

Better get used to saying that.

I... please.
I'm so sorry.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.
She's right. I'm wrong.

See?

Does he have an off button?
This is exhausting.

No, I don't.
I want to give you a tour!

- They just got...
- Can we, like, unpack first?

You want to unpack?

Before the tour?

This is Missy's office.

She takes appointments in there.

She's a therapist, right?

Uh, psychiatrist, yeah.

Yeah, turns out people up here

are just as messed up
in the head

as they are in the city.
This is Jeremy.

That's rose's little brother,
there he is.

I've heard stories.

Yeah, I bet you have.

He's studying medicine now.

Wants to be just like
his old man.

You'll meet him.

All right, cool.

Picked these up in Bali.

It's, uh, pretty eclectic.

I'm a... I'm a traveler,

and I can't help it, I...
I keep bringing

souvenirs back.

It's... such a privilege

to be able to experience
another person's culture.

You know what I'm saying?

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh.

Here, you're gonna love this.

My-my dad's claim to fame.

He was beat by Jesse Owens

in the qualifying round

for the Berlin Olympics in 1936.

Those were the ones where...

Where Owens won
in front of Hitler.

Yeah, what a moment,
what a moment.

I mean, Hitler's up there

with all his perfect
Aryan race bullshit.

This black dude comes along,

proves him wrong in front
of the entire world.

Amazing.

Tough break for your dad,
though.

Yeah.

He almost got over it.

Uh, that's the basement.

We had to seal it up.

Got some black mold down there.

My mother loved her kitchen,

so we keep a piece of her
in here.

Georgina, this is Chris.

This is rose's boyfriend.

Hi.

Hello.

The, uh, garbage
goes under the sink.

Uh, and now

for the piece de resistance.

The field of play.

I love that, uh,
the nearest house

is across the lake.

It's total privacy.

I know what you're thinking.

What?

Come on, I get it.

White family, black servants.

It's a total cliche.

I wasn't gonna take it there.

Well, you didn't have to,
believe me.

No, uh...

We hired Georgina and Walter

to help care for my parents.

When they died,

uh, I just, I-i-i couldn't
bear to let them go.

I mean,

but, boy, do...

I hate the way it looks.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Yeah.

By the way, I-i would've

voted for Obama
for a third term if I could.

Best president in my lifetime.

Hands down.

- I agree.
- Yeah.

So, what do
your parents do, Chris?

Uh... my dad wasn't
really in the picture.

My mom passed away
when I was, like, 11.

Oh, I'm sorry.

How did she die?

A hit and run.

That's awful.

- Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that.
- You were young.

Oh, uh, actually,
I-i don't remember

a lot from that time, so...

Hmm.

Well, that's okay.

We don't have to talk
about that.

You smoke, Chris?

You Jonesing
a little bit over here? Huh?

I'm quitting.

Dad, this is why
I don't bring people

to the house anymore.

That's okay, we're not judging.

- We're not.
- It's a nasty habit, though.

You should have missy
take care of that for you.

How?

Hypnosis.
She developed a method,

and I'm telling you,
it works like a charm.

- Wow. Um...
- Some people

don't want strangers messing
around in their heads, guys.

Listen, Chris, I thought
it was total... bullshit.

I-I smoked cigarettes
for 15 years,

I loved every goddamn puff I
took... she puts me under once,

the sight of a cigarette
makes me want to vomit.

Okay, fall back, Dean.

It's a service we provide.

I'm good, actually.

- Thank you, though.
- Well, smoker or not,

we're thrilled to have you
up here for the...

- For the big get-together.
- Yeah.

Wait, holy shit,
that's this weekend?

Yes, this weekend.

- What-what-what get-together?
- Oh, my god.

Thanks, George. It's a...
Rose's grandfather's...

Party.

My dad would throw a shindig
once a year,

get all his friends together...

Bocce ball, badminton...

Wait, why didn't you guys
tell me about this?

Well, it's the same day every
year, sweetheart.

No, it's not.

- Um, actually, it is.
- Yes.

- Is it really?
- Yeah.

Yeah, that's completely wrong.

We just kept it up,
because after...

After they died, we just...
It felt like...

We'd keep them close to us.

You know, they're still with us.

Oh, I just wanted to have, like,

- a chill weekend.
- Have fun.

- Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
- Georgina?

- I'm so sorry. Look what I...
- That's okay.

Why don't you go lay down,
just get some rest.

Yes. I think I will.

Good.

- My god. Must be very...
- Uh...

'Sup, fam?!

Hey, Jer-bear.

- Hi, darling.
- Hey, buddy.

Nobody answers the door
around here?

Hey, Rosie.

Why would I lie?

- Huh?
- Love it!

She tell you
about her toenail collection?

Oh, my god.

- What?
- Oh, my god.

She used to bite 'em off,
suck on 'em

and save 'em in a jewelry box.

- That is really...
- No, I didn't. I don't know

- what you're talking about.
- That is really disgusting.

- That is so disgusting.
- No.

- Fucking hate you.
- Okay, here's a good one.

Uh, let me set the scene.

It was our junior year.

Rose has a crush on
this guy Conner Garfield.

No.

- Conner Garfield.
- No. Mom.

No, uh, no, Jeremy, stop.

No, no, no, no. These are good,
these are good. We gotta...

- I want to hear it.
- Rose, where-where are your manners?

Our guest wants to hear
the stories. Please.

- Thank you.
- So, Conner's from my lacrosse team.

Right? Huge kid,
like, six-three.

He's pretty dumb, right?

- So we threw this party...
- You threw a party.

I think my parents were
in Greece or something.

We raided their liquor cabinet
and we're all shit-faced,

like, 15 of us.

Oh, my god, tell me
this isn't true, rose.

Yeah.

I filled the liquor bottles
with water, and...

Let me finish?

- Uh-huh. Go ahead. I'm curious.
- Okay, so,

I'm upstairs...

Hooking up with
the hottest girl in class,

- Jean Deely, right?
- Oh, god.

You realize
you're coming off as, like,

the world's biggest
douche bag right now, right?

So, Conner starts banging...

On the bathroom door, right?

I open it...

And blood's gushing from
his mouth, and he's screaming,

"Your sister bit
my fucking tongue off."

- Right?
- You bit him?

- What?
- Okay, okay,

to be fair, it was...

My first kiss,
and he slipped some tongue

and I was not expecting it,

- and it was... it was a reflex.
- Ah...

A reflex that
I have since gotten rid of.

- Yeah, you better be careful.
- Yeah. Yeah,

very... careful now.

I'm gonna go get dessert.

And, uh, Dean, maybe you'll
clean it up just a little bit?

So, Chris, what's your sport?
Football? Baseball?

Basketball, mostly...

- I guess.
- You an MMA fan?

Dude.

Dude, what?

- What?
- Hey, Jeremy, why don't we, uh,

let someone else have the floor
for a second.

You're dating my sister, right?

He's dating my sister.
You had your chance.

I can't get to know the guy?

You mean like UFC?

Yes.

Yeah, nah, too brutal for me.

You ever get into street fights
as a kid?

I did judo after school,
first grade.

- Aw.
- You should've seen me.

Judo?

'Cause with your frame

and your genetic makeup,

if you really pushed
your body...

And I mean really trained,
you know,

no pussyfooting around,
you'd be a fucking beast.

- Carrot cake.
- Ooh.

Hi.

- Carrot cake.
- Ah.

What did I miss?

Hmm. Oh, a whole bunch
of nothing.

We're just talking about sports.

Right?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- That sounds good.

So, the thing about jujitsu...

Is...

Strength doesn't matter, right?

It's all about this.

It's a strategic game,
like chess.

It's all about being two, three,

four moves ahead.

Cool.

Stand-stand-stand up.

Jeremy, uh,
no karate at the dinner table.

It's not karate, mom.

Yo, I got a rule: No-no...

No play-fighting
with drunk dudes.

- No play? I'm just...
- Jeremy.

I wasn't gonna hurt him.

He was gonna put you

in a fucking headlock.

What is his problem?

He's never treated any
of my boyfriends that way.

- Ever, ever, ever.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, my god, and then my dad
with the "my man" stuff.

My man! My man!

I don't think he's
ever heard that or said it,

and now he just...
It's all he says.

- Yep.
- Oh, and my mom being rude to Georgina?

What the fuck was that about?
That was so crazy.

I mean...
How are they different

than that cop?

That's the fucking bummer
of it all.

Mm-hmm.

"Mm-hmm"? Anything...

Anything more you'd like to add?

I told you so. Like...

Oh, I didn't want to say it,
didn't want to say it.

I didn't want to say it.
Didn't want to say that.

I don't like being wrong.

- I've noticed that.
- But I am sorry.

No, no, no. Wait.
Come here, come here.

- Come here.
- I'm sorry. This sucks.

What? Why do you say it sucks?

'Cause I brought you here,
and I'm related to all of them.

No, no, no, it's fine.
It's fine.

- Yeah?
- Yeah?

- Uh-huh.
- Why are you so calm?

Honestly, this is nothing.

I like you
on your racial flow, though.

Is this a racial flow?

- Racial flow-flow.
- Am I feeling a racial flow?

- Yeah, you're feeling racially flow-y.
- Goodness.

Oh, fuck.

- What?
- The party.

- How bad can it be?
- They are so white.

Like, so white.

- It's all good.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

You know,
with my genetic makeup,

shit gonna go down.

- I'm a beast. I'm a beast!
- Come on.

Huh?

Do you realize
how dangerous smoking is?

Y...

Yeah.

Come in and sit with me.

Please.

Just for a little while.

Please.

Thank you.

So you're comfortable
enough, right?

It's perfect. Thanks.

Sure.

You want to know how it works?

You just dangle a pocket watch

in front of people's faces?
Is that it?

You watch a lot of TV.

- When I was a kid.
- Ah.

Now you're feeling very sleepy.

We do use focal points
sometimes to...

Guide someone into a state
of heightened suggestibility.

Heightened suggestibility?

That's right.
That's right.

Do you smoke
in front of my daughter?

- I'm gonna quit, I promise.
- That's my kid. That is my kid.

You interested?

What about your mother?

What about her?

- Wait, are we...
- Where were you when she died?

I don't want to think
about that.

Home...

Watching TV.

Do you hear the TV?

What do you hear?

Rain.

Rain.
It was raining.

Mm.

You hear the rain?

Mmm... mm-hmm.

You hear it? Find it.

Tell me when you've found it.

Come here, Chris, look at me.

I found it.

Where was your mom?

She, uh...

Sh-she was coming home.

She wasn't home.

- From work?
- Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Mm, and...

What do you do?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I just sat there.

- You didn't call anyone?
- No.

Why not?

I don't know, I just...

Thought that...

If I did, it would make it real.

Hmm.

You're so scared.

You think it was your fault.

How do you feel now?

I can't move.

You can't move.

Why can't I move?

You're paralyzed.

Just like that day
when you did nothing.

You did nothing.

Now...

Sink into the floor.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Sink.

Now you're in the sunken place.

What's up, man?

They working you good
out here, huh?

Nothing I don't want
to be doing.

Yeah.

I didn't get to meet you,
actually, up close.

I'm Chris.

I know who you are.

She is lovely, isn't she?

Rose?

Yeah, she is.

One of a kind.

Top of the line.

A real doggone keeper.

Right.

Sorry about last night.

What?

My exercise.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Yeah. Yeah.

- And did it work?
- Did what work?

You were in Mrs. Armitage's
office for quite some time.

Oh, yeah.

I guess I had too much
of that wine last night.

Can't really remember, so...

Well, I should get back to work
and mind my own business.

I think your mom
hypnotized me last night.

What? When?

I went out for... I went out
for some air last night,

and I run into her, and...

And I can... I can barely
remember any of it,

but now the thought
of a cigarette

makes me want to throw up,
like...

Oh, my god.

I'm sorry.

I can't believe
she did that to you.

And I had some
fucked-up dreams.

What'd you dream?

I was in a hole or something,
and I couldn't move.

It was like...

Oh, god.
That sounds terrible.

I'm sorry.

Hey, uh...

What's Walter's deal?

What do you mean, his deal?

I just talked to him.
Dude's whole vibe's hostile.

Did he say something?

It's not what he says.
It's how he says it, you know?

Hmm.

Maybe-maybe he likes you.

Maybe-maybe he's jealous
or something.

I don't...

Are you fucking with me?

No.

So you think I've... you think
I've got a chance with him?

- All right, you got jokes. Okay.
- Put in a good word?

No, you got jokes.

- Oh, great, no, fine.
- I will, um...

I'm gonna talk to my dad
about that. That's not...

- Don't talk to your dad. It's fine.
- No, it's not cool.

It's fine.
It's not a big deal.

It's not a big deal.
Forget about it.

It's done.

Okay.

Oh, boy.

Oh, man.

It begins.

You ready for this?

- Yeah, I am.
- I'm not.

There they are.

- Oh.
- Marcia.

So nice.

How are you?

- Just smile.
- Smile? All right.

How do you do that again?

- Yeah, just smile the whole time.
- Mm.

Yeah, there you go.
There it is.

Oh, look, it's the Greenes.

Gordon and Emily, this is Chris.

- Chris, this is Gordon and Emily Greene.
- Chris.

- Nice to meet you, Chris.
- Nice to meet you, Chris.

- Nice to meet you indeed.
- Nice to meet you, too.

- Oh, that's quite a grip.
- Thank you. You, too, man.

You, uh, you ever play golf?

Mm, once, a few years ago.
I wasn't very good.

Gordon was a professional
golfer for years.

- Oh, you kidding?
- Well, I can't quite

swing the hips
like I used to, though.

But, uh, I do know tiger.

Ah.

- Oh, that's great.
- Super.

Gordon loves tiger.

Oh, best I've ever seen,
ever, hands down.

Uh, so, Chris, uh,
let-let's see your form.

This is Nelson and Lisa.

Hey, how you doing?

So, how handsome is he?

Uh, are you handsome?

Okay.

- Oh.
- Not bad.

Eh, Nelson?

So, is it true?

Is it better?

Wow. Wow.

Wow.

Fairer skin has been in favor

for the past, what,
couple of hundreds of years?

But now the pendulum
has swung back.

Black is in fashion.

Pardon me.

I'm gonna take some pictures.

Sure thing.

- There he is.
- Oh.

Good to see
another brother around here.

Hi.

Yes, of course it is.

Something wrong?

There you are.

Do something with this.

Ah, yes, yes.

Oh, hello.

I'm Philomena.
And, uh... and you are?

Chris. Rose's boyfriend.

Fantastic.

You two make a lovely couple.

Thanks.

Uh, where are my manners?

Logan. Logan king.

Chris was just telling me
how he felt

much more comfortable
with my being here.

That's nice.

Um, Logan, I-i hate
to tear you away, dear,

but the Wincotts
were asking about you.

Ah.

Well, it was nice
to meet you, Chris.

Good-bye.

The fuck?

Ignorance.

- Who?
- All of them.

They mean well,
but they have no idea

what real people go through.

Jim Hudson.

- Chris.
- I know who you are.

I am an admirer of your work.

You have a great eye.

Wait.

Jim Hudson? Hudson galleries?

Believe me, the irony of being

a blind art dealer
isn't lost on me.

How do you do it?

My assistant describes
the work to me in great detail.

You've got something.

The images you capture,
so brutal, so melancholic.

Powerful stuff.
I think.

- Thank you.
- Hmm.

Used to dabble myself.

Wilderness mostly.

I submitted to "Nat Geo"
14 times

before realizing
I didn't have the eye.

I began dealing, then of course
my vision went to shit.

Damn.

I know.

Life can be a sick joke.

One day you're developing
prints in a dark room,

the next day
you wake up in the dark.

Genetic disease.

Shit ain't fair, man.

Oh, you got that right.

Shit ain't fair.

Hey.

Come here, come here.

What the fuck?
You left me out there.

Look at this.

She unplugged my phone.

- Who?
- Georgina.

I came here to talk to rod,
and I got no juice.

So you think
she did that because?

Maybe she doesn't like...

the fact that I'm with you.

Really?

- It's a thing.
- So you are

so sexy that people are just
unplugging your phone?

Forget it.
Never mind.

No, no, no, stop.

Don't...

Don't do that.

- Don't...
- Okay, okay.

I'm sorry.
It's all good, all right?

Oh, they got you
on display now, huh?

It's weird, man.
It's the people here, too.

It's like they haven't
met a black person

that doesn't work for them.

Yep. You in it.

Also, shit, I ain't even
want to tell you.

What?

I got hypnotized last night.

Nigga, get the fuck out of here!

No. Yo, yo, yeah, yeah,
to quit smoking.

But rose's mom is
a psychiatrist, so...

Bruh, I don't care if the bitch
is lyanla Vanzant, okay?

She can't fix
my motherfucking life.

- You ain't getting in my head.
- I know.

She caught me off guard, right?

But it's cool, because...

I'm cured.
It worked.

Bruh, how you not
scared of this, man?

Look, they could've made you do
all types of stupid shit.

They'd have you
fucking barking like a dog,

flying around like
you're a fucking pigeon,

looking ridiculous, okay?

Or... I don't know
if you know this.

White people love making people
sex slaves and shit.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're
not a kinky sex family, dawg.

Look, Jeffrey Dahmer was eating
the shit out of niggas' heads.

Okay? But that was after
he fucked the heads.

Do you think
they saw that shit coming?

Hell no!

Okay? They was
coming over there like,

"ah, yeah, I'm-a just
suck a little dick,

maybe jiggle some balls
and shit."

No! They didn't get
a chance to jiggle shit

because their head was
off their fucking body.

Yeah, they still sucked the
dick but without their heads.

It was fucking weird
detached head shit.

You know, that's
Jeffrey Dahmer business.

Thanks for that image
right there, man.

Hey, man, I ain't
making this shit up.

I saw it on a&e, man.
It's real life.

Yo, and it's the black people
out here, too.

It's like all of them
missed the movement.

'Cause they probably hypnotized.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Look, bruh, all I'm doing
is connecting the dots.

I'm taking what
you presented to me, okay?

I'm-a tell you this.

I think that mom is putting
everybody in a trance,

and she fucking
the shit out of them.

Thanks, rod. Bye.

- Hello.
- Uh, hi.

I owe you an apology.

How rude of me to have touched
your belongings without asking.

Oh, no, it's cool.
I was just confused.

Well, I can assure you
there was no funny business.

Allow me to explain.

I lifted your cellular phone
to wipe down the dresser,

and it accidentally came undone.

- Yeah, I-i...
- Rather than meddle with it further,

I left it that way.

How foolish of me.

It's fine.

I wasn't trying to snitch.

Snitch?

Rat you out.

Tattletale.

Yeah.

Oh, don't you worry about that.

I can assure you...

I don't answer to anyone.

Right.

All I know is sometimes, if
there's too many white people,

I get nervous, you know.

Oh, no.

No. No.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Aren't you something?

That's not my experience.

Not at all.

The Armitages are so good to us.

They treat us like family.

This bitch is crazy.

Bitch is crazy.

Ooh. Hey, hang on. Chris!

Chris, I want to introduce you,
uh, to some friends.

This is, uh,
David and Marcia Wincott,

Ronald and Celia Jeffries,

Hiroki Tanaka

and Jessika and Fredrich Walden.

Too many names to remember,
but hi.

Do you find that
being African-American

has more advantage

or disadvantage
in the modern world?

Whoa!

It's a tough one.

Yeah, I don't know, man.

Hey!

Yo, my man.

They were asking me about

the African-American
experience.

Maybe you could take this one.

Oh.

Well, well.

I find that the
African-American experience

for me has been,

for the most part, very good.

Although I find it difficult

to go into detail
as I haven't had much desire

to leave the house in a while.

We've become such homebodies.

Yes, yes, yes.

But even when you go
into the city,

I've just had no interest.

The chores have become
my sanctuary.

Fuck. Shit.

Get out.

Sorry, man.

- Logan...
- Get out!

- Yo! Yo, chill, man!
- Now!

- Get out!
- Chill! Chill! Chill, man!

- Get out of here!
- Look, man, chill!

- Get the fuck out of here!
- Chill!

Seizures create anxiety,
which can trigger aggression.

Yeah, but, like, randomly
attacking other people?

Oh, it's not random.

You know, it was your flash.

That's what set him off.

- Hey.
- Well...

- How's he doing?
- He's much better.

I imagine that I...

Owe you all an apology.

No, no, no, we're just

- very happy that you're yourself again.
- Yes.

Yes, I am.

And I thank god for you,

for calming me down.

I know that I must've
frightened you all quite a bit.

Especially you, Chris.

No.

I'm sorry.

The flash...
I didn't know.

Of course not.

How could you have?

But you shouldn't have
been drinking, either.

Yes. Well...

I'm gonna have
to let you all get on

the rest of the night without
the aid of my marvelous wit.

The whole ordeal

has made me
quite a bit exhausted.

Why don't you just
get some rest?

It was nice meeting you, Chris.

Yeah.

Something to lighten the mood?

Yes. Yeah. Let's get this,
uh, party back on track.

How about sparklers and bingo?

We're gonna go on a walk.

You sure?

Shall we?

My cousin's epileptic.

That wasn't a seizure,
all right?

My dad's a neurosurgeon,
and that's what he said it was.

- I'm inclined to trust...
- That wasn't a seizure.

- That wasn't a seizure.
- What was it, then?

How long have you
known that guy?

I met him today. Why?

I mean, this is gonna
sound weird, but...

When he came at me...

It felt like I knew him.

- Like you've met Logan before?
- No, I don't know Logan.

I knew the guy that come at me.

I think your mom
got in my head. Right?

I think she got in my head.

Yeah, and it...
And it worked, I thought.

No, it did not.
It didn't work.

She got in my head,

and now I'm thinking
all this fucked-up shit

that I don't want
to think about.

Like what?

I just need to go.

- You want to go.
- Mm-hmm.

Without me.

Whatever you want.

I told you about
that night my mom died.

When I didn't call 911,
didn't go out looking for her.

Yeah.

One hour went by, then two...

Then three...

And I just sat there.

I was just watching TV.

There was nothing
you could have done.

I found out later that, uh...

She had survived
the initial hit.

She laid there bleeding
by the side of the road,

cold and alone.

That's how she died in the
early morning, cold and alone.

And I was watching TV.

- You were just a little kid.
- There was time,

there was time, there was time,
there was time.

There was time.

There was time, if somebody
was looking for her.

There was time, but nobody,
nobody, nobody was looking.

You're all I got.

I'm not gonna leave here
without you.

I'm not gonna abandon you, okay?

You're not?

No, no, no.

No, I'm not.
No. No.

Oh, my god...

You scared me.

Let's go home.

What?

Let's go home.

'Cause this sucks.

This sucks.
Let's go home.

I'll make something up.

I love you.

I love you, too, baby.

- Good night.
- Thank you.

Come on, sweetie.

Good night, Chris!

It was great to meet you.

Hmm.

Asshole.

Yo!

That's dre.

Dre?

Andre Hayworth.

- Used to kick it with Veronica?
- Veronica from what?

Teresa's sister that worked
at the movie theater on 8th.

Yeah.
Yeah, that is him, that is him.

But wait-wait-wait-wait-wait.

This is so fuckin'...
Fuckin' crazy.

Yo... he's different.

No shit.

Why is he dressed like that?

It's not that. It's everything.

He came to the party
with a white woman

like 30 years older than him.

Sex slave!

Oh, shit!

Chris, you got to get
the fuck up out of there, man.

You in some "eyes wide shut"
situation. Leave, motherfuck...

Yo?

You gonna be a Sl... hello?

Chris? Oh, oh, shit, his
battery must have fuckin' died.

Hey, handsome.

- Are you packing?
- Rose, we got to go.

We got to go now.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Is everything okay?
- I'll tell you in the car,

but we got to go right now.

- Is that okay?
- Okay. Yeah.

- Uh, let me go get my bag.
- Okay.

Okay.

Shit.

Hey. Are you ready?

Yeah, yeah,
I was just looking...

- Just looking for my camera.
- Um...

It's right here.

Have you got the keys?
I'm gonna put the... the bags

- in the trunk real quick.
- Okay. Um...

Yeah, they are in here
somewhere.

It's just a matter
of finding them.

- Yeah.
- Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Okay.

Might take me a second.

Hey, uh...

What, you can't find
those keys? Hmm?

- No. I can never find them.
- Let's do this on the move.

Uh, yeah.

- Chris...
- Just get the keys.

- Yo. Where you going?
- Yo, man.

The party was just
getting started.

Just putting the bags
in the car, man.

Would anyone like tea?

Nah, I'm good.
We're leaving, actually.

Really? Why?
Is something wrong?

Rose?

His dog got really sick,

so he has to be at the vet
first thing in the morning.

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

Oh, how terrible.

- Rose, the keys.
- Looking.

Rose?

What is your purpose, Chris?

What?

In life. What is your purpose?

Right now it's f...

It's finding those keys. Yeah?

Huh. Fire.

It's a reflection
of our own mortality.

We're born, we breathe,

- then we die.
- Rose?

I'm looking.

Even the sun

will die someday.

But we are divine.

We are the gods
trapped in cocoons.

Rose?

I don't know where they are.

Rose? Rose!

Rose, give me those keys!

Rose, give me...

Give me those keys.
Rose, now!

Now! The keys!

- Whoa! Be careful, bro.
- Hey.

- What the fuck?
- I didn't do anything.

What the fuck is going on?

Where are those keys, rose?

You know I can't give you
the keys, right, babe?

Come on.

Oh-ho, shit!

- Is he hurt?
- Did you see him drop?

Yes, I did.
Jeremy, grab his legs, please.

Take him downstairs.
Dean, help him.

- I can get him alone.
- No, you can't. You've already

damaged him enough.

Okay, fine.

Okay.

- You ready?
- Mind his head.

Easy.

You're gonna drop him.

No, I'm not.

You're not gonna give me... oh!

- Can I help?
- Okay, that was my fault.

You were one of my favorites.

You hear that, Chris? Huh?

One of her favorites.

Flight 237...

Hey, it's Chris.

I'm either away from the phone,

or I just don't want
to talk to you. Peace.

Chris?

Hey, it's Chris.
I'm either away from the phone,

or I just don't want
to talk to you. Peace.

Yeah. Me, too.

College fund.

A mind is a terrible thing
to waste.

Millions of Americans

feel the effects of aging.

Every movement puts pressure
on your joints.

Over time, this wear and tear
can lead to discomfort.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Is there anything more beautiful

than a sunrise?

Hi.

I'm Roman Armitage,

and if you're watching this,

you're probably wondering
what's going on.

Well, there's no need to worry.

Let's take a walk.

You have been chosen because
of the physical advantages

you've enjoyed
your entire lifetime.

With your natural gifts
and our determination,

we could both be part
of something greater.

Something perfect.

The Coagula procedure...

Is a man-made miracle.

Our order has been developing it

for many, many years,

and it wasn't until recently
it was perfected...

By my own flesh and blood.

My family and I
are honored to offer it

as a service
to members of our group.

Don't waste your strength.
Don't try to fight it.

You can't stop the inevitable.

And who knows?

Maybe one day
you'll enjoy being members...

Of the family.

Behold...

The Coagula.

What the fuck?

Hello, mister...?

Uh, Williams.

- Rod Williams.
- Oh. From the TSA?

Yes, ma'am.

Well... you know all the TSA
issues should be brought up

- with the authorizing officer.
- Yes, ma'am,

but-but this
is not TSA business.

Don't the hell call me "ma'am."

Otherwise,
we're not gonna get along.

How can I help you,
rod Williams from the TSA?

- All right, here it is.
- Mm.

My boy Chris
has been missing for two days.

Your son is missing?

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Not-not my son.

My friend. He 26.

His name is, uh, Chris.
Chris Washington.

He left on Friday
with his girlfriend,

uh, rose Armitage.

She's white.

- All right, go on.
- Look, Chris was supposed

to come back on Sunday, right?

And I've been watching
his dog, Sid.

- That's Sid.
- Cute, right?

So, Chris sent this to me

from his girlfriend's
parents' house.

See? That's Andre Hayworth.

Okay? Somebody we knew
from back in the day.

Apparently, he's been missing
for six months

in some affluent suburb.

Well, he don't look
so missing to me.

That's 'cause
we found him. Right?

But Chris say
he's actin' real different.

- Different how?
- This dude is from Brooklyn.

Huh? He didn't dress like this.

I didn't used
to dress like this, so...

Plus, he's married
to a white woman twice his age.

And that would explain
the clothes. All right.

- Oh, lord. Rod Williams, TSA.
- O-okay, I know, I know,

I know, I know. Okay, but I'm
trying to work towards this.

Look, what I'm about
to tell you gonna sound crazy.

- You ready?
- All right.

Try me.

I believe they've
been abducting black people,

brainwashing them,

making them work for them
as sex slaves and shit.

Ooh. Sorry about the "shit."

Sorry.

Hold on a second.

Then he sent me some
weird picture, and I'm like,

"oh, man,
that's Andre Hayworth."

This dude been missing
for six months, right?

So I do all my research, you
know, 'cause as a TSA agent,

you know,
you guys are detectives,

I got the same training,
you know?

We might know more than y'all
sometimes, you know,

'cause we dealin'
with some terrorist shit, so...

But that-that's
a totally different story.

So look, I go do
my-my-my detective work, right,

and I start
putting pieces together,

and see,
this is what I came up with.

They're probably
abducting black people,

brainwashing them
and making them slaves...

Or sex slaves,
not just regular slaves,

but sex slaves or shit.

See, I don't know
if it's the hypnosis...

That's making them slaves
or whatnot...

But all I know is, they already
got two brothers we know,

and there could be
a whole bunch of brothers

they got already.

What's the next move?

And don't ever, ever say that
I don't do nothing for you.

Oh, white girls,
oh, they get you every time.

Magic ain't real.

None of this shit makes sense.

Hello?

- Chris?
- Yo, um...

H-hey, what up, rose?
It's, um...

- It's-it's me, rod.
- Hi.

Where's Chris?

He... left two days ago.

He left?

Yeah. He-he got all paranoid,

and then he freaked out on me.

And then he just got in a cab
and left his phone.

Wait. You haven't seen him?

No, he never came back here.

Oh, my god.

Look, look, man, I been calling
his phone a bunch of times.

M-matter of fact,
I went to the police.

What did you say?

I just said he was missing.

Oh, g-good. You, uh...

Let me ask you something.

What cab company did he, uh...

Did he use to leave?

Oh, gosh, I...

I don't know.
I guess, uh, maybe, uh...

A local one, or I guess he-he
could have called an Uber.

Um, wait, I am so confused.

Oh. You're confu...?

Oh, sh... okay. Confu...?

You know something? Me, too.

Hold... could you
hold on one second?

- Okay.
- Okay, hold on.

You lyin' bitch.

She is lyin' like a motherf...
I know that...

Ooh, that TSA shit tingles.

This motherfucker's lying.

Okay, I got you.
I'm gonna record your ass.

I'm gonna record
the shit out of you.

You talk too goddamn much.
You gonna say something.

Uh, record.

Speaker.

Un-mute.

Uh, rose?

- Mm-hmm?
- Um...

So, last time I talked to Chris,

he told me your mama
hypnotized him.

Rod, just stop.

Huh?

I know why you're calling.

Why is that?

It's kind of obvious,
don't you think?

What?

That there's something
between us.

No. What you talkin' about,
girl? I called you about Chris.

No, rod, whenever we'd go out,
I remember you looking at me.

What the fuck you...!
No, Chris is my best friend!

Hey, look,
if you did something to him...

I know you think
about fucking me, rod.

Ain't nobody thought
about fucking you!

Why would you say
some stupid shit? What the...

You ass! Fuck you!
I didn't want to...

Fuck you! Bye!

Oh, shit!

God, she's so...
She's a fuckin'...

She's a...
Aw, she's a genius.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hey, Chris.

How's it going, buddy?

You can answer... there's
an intercom in the room.

Wh-wh-where's... where's rose?

Oh, you dirty dog.

Now, you're one
of the lucky ones, trust me.

Jeremy's wrangling method
sounds way less pleasant.

I'm supposed to answer any,
uh, outstanding questions,

uh, concerns you may have
so far.

Apparently, our common
understanding of the process

has a positive impact on the
success rate of the procedure.

You could give a shit, right?
Okay.

Just let-let me just...
Tell you what it is.

Phase one was the...
Hypnotism.

That's how they sedate you.

Phase two is... is this.

Mental preparation.

It's basically
psychological pre-op.

Pre-op?

For phase three.

The transplantation.

Well, partial, actually.

The piece of your brain

connected to your nervous system

needs to stay put,
keeping those...

Intricate connections intact.

So you won't be gone.

I mean, not completely.

A sliver of you will still be
in there somewhere.

Limited consciousness.

You'll be able
to see and hear...

What your body is doing,
but your...

Existence will be
as a passenger.

An audience.

- You'll live in...
- The sunken place.

Now you're in the sunken place.

Yep. That's...
That's what she calls it.

Now, I'll control
the motor function,

so I'll be...

Me.

You'll be me.

Good. Good.

You got it quick.

Good on you.

Why us? Huh?

Why black people?

Who knows?

People want to change.

Some people want
to be stronger...

Faster...

- Cooler.
- Black is in fashion.

But don't... please
don't lump me in with that.

You know, I could give a shit
what-what color you are.

No. What I want is...

Deeper.

I want...

Your eye, man.

I want those things
you see through.

This is crazy.

Okay, I'm done.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Jeremy?

You fuck! You fuck!

You...

Come on! Come on!

One Mississippi,

two Mississippi,

three Mississippi,

four Mississippi...

911. What's your emergency?

I'm at the Armitage house.

My name is Chris.

I'm sorry, sir,
can you repeat that?

I'm at...
I'm at the Armitage...

no, no, don't do it,
don't do it, don't do it.

Don't do it. Just fuckin' go.

Grandma.

You ruined my house!

Get him, grandpa.

Damn you!

Let me do it.

Chris...

I'm so sorry.

It's me.

I-I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Help. Help.

Help.

Help me.

Oh, shit!

Chris?

I mean, I told you
not to go in that house.

I mean...

How'd you find me?

I'm TS motherfuckin' a.

We handle shit.

That's what we do.

Consider this situation...

Fuckin' handled.