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Jesus! Fuck!

- This fucker's crazy! - Roll!

What were you thinking, Muncie?

Answer me!

What the hell were you thinking that would accomplish?

All right. Look, let's all just calm down.

This nigga shot at white people like it was nothing.

- Uncle Chuck's back. - I shot in the air.

- White jury's gonna love that. - Castle doctrine. I can defend my family.

- Hey. Everybody okay? - My dad shot up this whole block.

- What? - Demetrius!

- He got into it with some punks. - Who he shot at.

They threatened me, Chuck.

Yup, then he was like, "bow!"

You need to shut your mouth right now.

Who were they?

I don't know.

In front of your son.

- Mom, it's cool. - No, Demetrius, it's not.

It's not cool. She's right.

I should've kept control.

Pops, you a'ight?

I know you told me to keep it on the DL, so it's better than that stuff you got,

so pace yourself.

- You can't be doing that, D. - So you don't stress.

That stuff's not good for you.

But I know you smoke.

Yeah, I smoke, and I'm also a grown-ass fucking man.

You serious?

Now put that shit away and think before you act.

You hear me?

Hey, you hear me?

I'm just trying to help. That's it.

That's all.

D.

What'd you tell him?

I told him everything was okay and please not to call the cops.

- Know what you're gonna do? - Yeah, there's a gun commune in Reading.

I think one of the guys who chased me might be there.

- I'm sorry, gun commune? - If I stay here, I'll attract the crazies.

Clearly, they're not gonna stop coming after me or us.

Right, but okay.

Do you even know what this man looks like?

White guy, uh, shaved head, maybe 6'4".

Why don't you just take Chuck?

Take Chuck where for what now?

I need to do this on my own.

I mean, he said he could handle it.

I'll call you later. Promise.

Love you.

See you all soon.

♪ If you wanna run, then run away ♪

♪ If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪

♪ If you wanna run, then run away ♪

♪ If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

Hey. You okay?

I'm good.

Listen, um...

- I'm sorry about last night. - Dad, you already said that. We're good.

Look, there's a detective here, and he's asking Mom questions.

- What questions? - Like where to find you and stuff.

He even knows about the shooting last night.

Are you sure he's a detective, not one of those psychos looking for me?

What?

He's got a normal cop with him and a Philly PD car, so no.

Okay.

You really think we got to watch over our backs like that?

No. I just...

I just want you to be careful.

No, Mom ain't saying shit.

Just wanted to let you know the cops here.

Okay.

Tell her I'll call after I get what I need.

Yeah.

Stay safe.

Eyes up.

Copy that.

I got him if you want him.

Muncie Daniels, CNN.

I'm looking for a friend of mine named Ant.

Why?

I'm doing a piece about the far left's push to destigmatize guns,

and he said I can come by today, maybe get a few interviews.

Hang on.

I'm one of the rare few that's willing to give y'all a fair shake.

You'll have to speak to Yang first.

No cameras, no phone recording. You can take handwritten notes.

I can do that. Not a problem.

I'm still gonna have to pat you down.

I'll save you the trouble.

Fucking government registered.

All right.

Prosthetic heart, but otherwise, I'm clean.

Try anything funny, these people will fucking shoot you.

Come on.

Thanks for the heads-up.

This way.

I'll introduce you to Yang.

Just know that every gun he's got is loaded.

Come on.

You like it here?

Most libertarian groups are transphobic as fuck,

but no one really cares here.

We're all orphans. We'd all be happy to kill for each other.

We believe in actual freedom, not some fly-by-night, apple pie bullshit.

This is Muncie Daniels, CNN.

I know who he is.

He's doing a piece on gun rights. I made the call to let him in.

Thank you.

What you're doing here is novel.

I'd like to hear more about the people out there, their stories.

What's yours?

I paid for college selling blueprints for plastic firearm parts.

The ATF shut me down and labeled me a dangerous person.

So I said fuck that. I'm not a person.

I'm a harbinger of what's to come.

We have as much right to self-defend as anybody with a badge.

My father used to say things like that.

Do you really think CNN's going to run a balanced piece on a gun commune?

Doesn't exactly shine a positive light on progressives.

If I do my job right.

But you got suspended.

- What? - Yeah.

What are you... What are you talking about?

Oh, that's got to be fake.

Oh.

So this isn't you last night?

Look at this scared motherfucker.

I think... you lied to get in here, which breaks one of our rules.

Why don't you take a seat?

I just want to talk.

Did the FBI send you?

No.

- Police? - No.

Then why are you here?

And let's start with the truth this time.

Okay.

I'm looking for a guy named Ant.

You know him?

Why are you looking for him?

Because he and a tall guy with a bald head,

they killed a guy in the Poconos three nights ago.

He had a mask on,

but I think I just saw him out there at your firing range.

Joe, wasn't Boris in the meeting three nights ago?

Yeah, he was.

I think you just lied to me again.

Okay.

Please get the fuck off of me.

As you know, we are a community that embraces guns.

We like to shoot things.

You can talk now.

I know that Ant wasn't here three nights ago.

So, he must have left with someone else.

He might have left with that guy Don.

Kind of looks like Boris.

Can I talk to Don?

I mean, either I find him,

or the feds come here and ask the same questions.

Don was a guest here.

Anything they did has got nothing to do with the Profane.

You know where I might find him?

I think he's a regular at this swingers club in Easton called Nelly's.

Took me and Ant there.

Okay.

Cool. I'm... I'm ready to get the fuck out of here.

Muncie!

Heard you shot up a cute little street last night.

It's out of context, and it's not funny.

Well, tell that to CNN.

Seems they put you in the corner for a bit, huh?

Yeah, they did, but that's not what I...

By the way, there's some Poconos po-po out here who wanna talk to you.

You should probably oblige.

I hear you, but listen.

I'm calling with the name of the other swamp guy.

His name is, uh, Don. Hangs out at a swingers bar in Easton.

A swingers bar?

Yeah, where people swing.

All right, you got a Don,

you don't know who, hangs out at a swingers bar.

You know what? Call me when you have something useful.

Like a full name. Or proof he even exists.

Then I'll help you.

Okay, well, if...

Fuck.

I just heard. I'm sorry.

Network's just covering its ass.

How'd it go at the gun commune?

Good. Mostly.

I got something, actually.

Uh, but I need a favor.

I'm not sure I owe you one.

I need you to go to a swingers club with me.

- Nigga. - Elena, I just...

Muncie, you run out of here last night barely telling anybody what you're doing,

- and you want me to... - I'm sorry.

I just need to get this guy's name, and I... I can give it to the feds.

Maybe all this goes away.

The guy that I stabbed...

They found him dead.

I know.

Philly PD was here.

Franco's the only one listening. He needs more.

I can't do it myself.

I gotta go in there with someone.

Will you talk to that lawyer that I found?

Fine.

Can you meet me in Easton?

I can maybe meet you this afternoon.

You're amazing. The place is called Nelly's.

Okay. Okay.

You're gonna need a drink for this.

Hey, big man. Could I have Four Roses, neat?

These people are gonna love you.

And me.

Don't go doing that thing where you get blinded by the flattery.

You talking about me?

I'm talking about you and your Deion Sanders-ass ego, yes.

Hey, man. Uh, what's your name?

Satchel.

Satchel. The greatest pitcher that ever lived.

We're looking for a friend of ours.

His name is, uh, Don.

Never been good with names.

What?

Okay. All right.

Hey, uh, let's take a lap.

We're looking for our friend Don. Do you know him?

If I do, will you sit with us?

Hell, I can be Don if you want.

- We'll come back around. - Okay.

I'm telling you, Black unicorns.

Remember that summer school class you used to teach?

Back when we first met?

Tenth graders failing English.

You were so good back then.

But I'm not good now?

Back then, it was...

in your eyes every night you got home, like you were on a mission.

You got a little of that now.

- Would you, um... - Order at the bar.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

You see the bartender's shirt?

Come with me.

Got an idea.

Come here.

Hey, Satchel.

Is that a Cop Killers t-shirt?

What do you know about Cop Killers?

I used to love 'em back in the day.

Well, Sophia the bassist is a badass.

- No, with the pink mohawk? - Yeah.

She's fierce.

- Uh, remember how we'd get wasted... - Oh, I love her.

...off those fucking whiskey picklebacks at their concerts in Newark?

All I remember is being sick for two days.

Haven't done these in a while.

- No. - You... No, you're not.

We really doing this?

- Yeah, we're doing it. - Okay.

To Sophia.

- To Sophia. - Sophia.

You know...

you two should talk to Grace and Andrea.

Hey, Grace.

They invited me to a party with a guy named Don once.

These two know your friend Don.

- Have at it. - Oh.

Is Donny coming by?

If only. I haven't heard from him in a while.

Yeah, it's annoying when he goes off-the-grid like that.

It's so funny that you guys know Donny.

You meet him here?

No, actually, it was at one of his penthouse parties.

- Yeah. - What's the name of that place?

All I remember is that it was fun.

- Yeah. - Oh, it was Berkeley Condos.

- Yeah. - Wait, Barkley?

- No, it was Berkeley, I'm pretty sure. - You mean the one in, um...

- Ventnor. - Berkeley, that's it. That's it.

Yeah.

That's right.

That place is fucking whack.

- Ooh. - Oh man.

You were incredible.

Come here, I want to try something.

We gotta go see the lawyer.

I think so long as you keep contemporaneous accounts

of his communication with law enforcement, with his personal whereabouts,

the fact is, they're gonna have a hard time putting a body to you.

My advice, you stay here.

It's anticipatory. They haven't even charged you with a crime.

That's fair enough.

Wait. But I've got the name of the guy who tried to kill me.

I can't just chill here until they put a body on me. I'm sorry, but fuck that.

What other proof you have?

It... It's a long story.

Hey.

You saw what this guy did to Mark Simon, right?

And you want to go at him on his own turf?

Come on now, think.

- The other day you told me to go find him. - I'm just saying.

My call is to stand down.

A'ight?

We figured all this shit out before we found out

they was planting fucking evidence in your car.

You don't have to decide right now.

But you do this, you are on your own.

- Ooh, what's happening? - Hey.

Man, I want a jacket like that.

Mr. Daniels.

Isiah.

Oh man. You heard.

You even got Kallie worried.

Yeah.

Girl has a big heart.

I know.

Had a feeling you'd stop by.

Wasn't planning to. Didn't wanna make it your problem.

Ah. Come on back.

Elena's attorney says to sit and wait for the arrest,

but my gut says it'll be too late by then.

And Kwesi?

He thinks I should go to Africa, grow olives for, like, the next 40 years.

Kwesi doesn't have kids.

He doesn't get it.

And Elena?

She thinks I should give the guy's name to the cops. Try not to find them.

So what do you want to do?

Get ahead of the frame.

Find that fucker and march him in.

I'll kill him myself, if I'm being honest.

Advice?

Find the son of a bitch.

For real?

No, but we both know you already know what you're gonna do,

and all you're doing is going around asking folks till one of 'em agrees.

Man. You still mad at that?

- About what? - That I go with my gut.

Going with your gut is fine.

It's the going with your career, your ambitions, your whims,

then lying to yourself about it the whole while.

But, hey, old habits.

Like your dad.

I'll see myself out.

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ You ask me who I think I am ♪

♪ You ask me as if I give a damn ♪

♪ I've been wrong so many times ♪

♪ So many times before ♪

♪ I've been wrong so many times ♪

♪ Don't give a damn anymore ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Who the hell is he And who the hell are you? ♪

♪ Who the hell together Are the two of you? ♪

♪ I've been wrong so many times ♪

♪ So many times before ♪

♪ I've been wrong so many times ♪

♪ I don't give a damn anymore ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

Forget where you were going?

I was supposed to meet a realtor here.

Ah.

I didn't think anyone was selling.

Which... Which unit?

They said penthouse. I just didn't realize there'd be so many.

Oh yeah?

Want to take a look at mine?

I... I mean, the setup's all the same.

I'm good. The realtor is a friend of mine. I'll... I'll just text him.

Okey dokey.

You know what? Excuse me, um...

Yeah?

Could I use your Wi-Fi? I can't seem to get a signal.

Oh, it's terrible here. Yeah, come on.

I got, uh... I got one of those boosters.

- Okay. Good, thanks. - Yeah.

Wi-Fi is right over there.

Can't miss it.

Nice home.

Thank you.

You know what? I... I still don't remember the unit number.

Uh, but the, um, owner's name was, uh, Don something.

- Don? - Yeah.

Don something. Doesn't ring a bell?

I should say so.

That's me.

- Me. - Oh.

- Donald Sloss. Pleasure to meet you. - Oh.

- Yeah. - Muncie.

Well, your friend got his facts all wrong because I ain't up for sale.

Okay, I got it.

Well, um, is there, you know, another Don on this floor?

Middle name maybe?

No, no, no.

Uh, GK is next to me.

- Uh, Paul and Paula are down the way. - Mm-hmm.

And then Errol lives next to them. So, sorry to disappoint.

Well, sorry to bother you.

Oh please, please. It's just a mix-up.

You... You want a beer?

Uh, um, no. I... I... I should be going.

Well, you gonna yell at that realtor friend of yours

just sending you out on a wild goose chase?

- No. - I could introduce you to some realtors.

So, do you have a wife?

Kids?

What kind of place are you looking for?

I really need to go.

Come on.

Two.

I've got two kids.

Two.

Two as well, but mine are grown and gone.

One of mine is as well.

Are... Are you close?

Not the way I'd like. Uh...

Um, my fault mostly.

No, no, no, no, can't blame yourself.

My daughter is a brain surgeon. My son is a goddamn mess.

I raised 'em both exactly the same.

Yeah, that's him.

Don Jr.

In better days.

Wanted to be a Green Beret.

He got a bad conduct discharge before his first year was even up.

What's he doing now?

Oh.

After he washed out of the army,

he was an armored car driver.

Got fired.

Then he started a...

What do they call "pot" now?

Cannabis. Cannabis. Started a cannabis business,

but he didn't stick with it long enough to grow a single plant.

He lives nearby though? You see him often?

Boy's what my generation would call a drifter.

Hanging with bikers one week.

Comes by here flush, showing off his Harley,

and then a month later, shows up in a goddamn Hare Krishna getup,

begging for money.

Looking for his people.

Except he'll never stick with any of them long enough to know if he's found them.

He... He just goes...

from group to group, causing trouble, no doubt.

Like at Profane Discord?

I don't know why you're looking for Don.

Owes you money, slept with your wife.

But you came into my home under false pretenses.

And now I'm asking you to leave.

You look worse than me.

You look like a Puerto Rican Tom Hanks in Cast Away.

So?

So?

First, I need something.

Leverage? Sweet.

You remind me of me before I knew how shit works.

I don't know, man. Listen, I... I gave you Jennings.

You don't come all this way if you didn't want more, all right?

What are you really investigating?

You heard of Stu Magnusson?

Yeah. Hedge fund asshole. What?

He owns the cabin where Mark Simon was staying.

Or owns the company that owns the company that owns a shell corp

that owns the cabin.

Okay, he's a billionaire. He owns all kinds of shit.

Simon's whereabouts were like a state secret. Very few folks knew.

Plus Magnusson had motive, which I can't tell you about.

I'm not even supposed to know, but this guy fucks with people's lives.

There's also what you told me about Jennings.

Autopsy won't be in for weeks,

but there's no way, no fucking way, that was a heart attack.

So now you're talking about two hits in two days,

which is some high-level reach.

Stu Magnusson is trying to frame me?

I'm saying maybe this all is a bit bigger than you thought.

So... you should tell me what you know.

Oh fuck.

Ha! Maybe I should go after Magnusson.

Magnusson's off-limits.

Off-limits.

He's my white whale.

All right.

The guy that I stabbed in the swamp,

he hung out with a group called Profane Discord.

His buddy was named Don Sloss Jr.

Ex-military, dishonorable discharge.

This is his pop's address.

Not bad.

Yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

Sit tight while I look into it.

Look into it? Wait. Wait, I ain't... I ain't staying here by myself.

You've been playing Karen Sisco all day, and suddenly you're freaked?

Yeah, I'm freaked because I didn't know a fucking billionaire was after me.

He's trying to frame you, not kill.

You're safer here than out there.

I'll be in touch.

Yo, Franco. No. No.

Text me that pic.

Yo, it's D. Leave a message.

Hey, Demetrius.

It's your pop.

I found what you left me.

Sorry if I was harsh before.

I just don't want you to get hooked on this stuff, you know?

But I appreciate it.

Be good.

Sure took your time.

Bitch, I'd like to see you try.

- Hi. - Hi.

You asked about Laura Jennings?

I did.

I was thinking I was gonna ask you to pay me for what I found.

Are you serious right now?

I need money.

To get my kids away from all this.

Fuck.

These are screenshots.

Swipe left.

I knew Mark was getting death threats.

They started 'cause of the rumors about him being Brother14.

That's the reason I used to separate, actually.

I didn't know how bad they'd gotten.

Threats against me and the kids,

'cause of some October surprise he was planning...

I guess with Laura Jennings's help.

Seems to be a lot of mentions of SM.

Stu Magnusson. Did you know him?

I heard Mark talk about him.

I'm pretty such it's him who had Mark killed.

Says who?

FBI.

- You're working with the fucking FBI? - I needed their help.

Are you going back to them with this? 'Cause I don't want my name in it, okay?

I think that they can help you.

Franco Quiñones.

Why would you trust him?

Why would I trust you?

He call you, or you call him?

He came to me.

So how do you know he isn't part of it?

You good?

- Still got that Tom Ford suit? - Nigga, which one?

You spill hollandaise on my shit, you buy me a new one.

Fuck I look like ordering hollandaise?

'Cause you's a poached salmon negro.

And you a honey mustard motherfucker.

You goddamn right.

Stringer Bell with a Yale law degree.

We hope it's Stringer Bell before Omar shoot him.

Think that dude gonna be there?

He'll be there.

According to Forbes, the dude's got his own fucking table.

Good morning and welcome.

Good morning. I have an appointment to tour the club.

Chauncey Finegard.

Are you certain you have the right day?

Absolutely.

It's just, I don't see your name here, and...

We usually do prospective member tours on Tuesdays and Saturdays...

Both of which are impossible for me, which is why I phoned a month ago

and made an appointment for today. Spoke with a Frank Semyon.

Yes, Frank is our new member liaison, but he doesn't get in this early.

I'm sure he's on his way. Maybe I can get him on the phone?

- I'm so sorry. - These things happen.

Is there somewhere I could sit and wait?

Of course. Uh, right down those stairs,

and I'll have Frank find you as soon as he gets here.

Can we take your coat?

Thank you for understanding.

I see my party, thank you.

Stu.

Muncie Daniels.

We met at a Tim Jensen fundraiser.

Right.

You've been in the news.

- Yeah, how about that. - Mm-hmm.

Guys, could you give us a couple minutes?

Sure.

You heard about Laura Jennings?

I heard she had a heart attack.

You sure about that?

According to the news.

I spoke with her before she died.

She came looking for me, actually.

Spoke about what?

Mark Simon.

You know Mark, right?

I mean, he was living at your house.

Not sure what you're talking about.

You want to know what Jennings told me?

Sure.

Cool.

I'll tell you the second you unframe me.

Because I personally don't give two fucks whether you're running a Nazi Airbnb,

but now I'm getting framed.

So I need you to extract me from the equation,

or else I'll tell the world that you and Brother14 were thick as thieves.

"Were" because he's dead now.

But you know that, right?

Mr. Daniels, you're not making any sense.

The fuck I'm not.

You've got two hours to call.

Old friend.

Hey, man. What other bourbons you got?

Bulleit.

Uh...

Woodford Reserve.

- Knob Creek. - Uh...

- Wild Turkey 101 proof. - Give me that one.

Thank you.

Yeah?

Had a nice visit with my pops?

Don.

You put my dad in danger.

Your dad's fine.

You liking New York?

Where are you?

Around.

We should meet up.

You may want to finish that whiskey and Google yourself.

Yo!

Sloss!

All right, fucker.

You see someone just now?

What do you got for me?

Kallie, what's up?

You need to check the news.

Why? What's going on?

They found Mark Simon's body in your building.

I just sent you a link.

Okay, I'll call you back.

Local authorities have found human remains this morning

at the West Philadelphia apartment of Muncie Daniels.

Indications are that they may be those of Mark Simon,

a far-right influencer reported missing two days ago.

You saw what this guy did to Mark.

- Jennings... - Stay here.

- Did you do something to him? - People are setting me up.

It doesn't look like self-defense to me.

I want to do the tour.

♪ I am the key to the lock in your house ♪

♪ That keeps your toys in the basement ♪

♪ And if you get too far inside ♪

♪ You'll only see my reflection ♪

♪ And either way you turn ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ Climbing up the walls ♪