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Uh...

Uh...

- How you doing, officers? - How you doing?

Rough morning.

- Oh, hey, Renée. - Hey.

- So good to see you. - Oh.

- How long's it been? - Uh, two years.

- That long? - And now you're hosting a show.

Guest hosting.

Donna's away on vacation, and they're giving me a run at it.

Oh nice. Thank you so much.

It's like substitute teaching. Guests can just throw shit at me.

So how's the nonprofit world?

Oh, it's still tilted away.

But if you miss it, we're doing a fundraiser tomorrow

if you wanna come by.

- I've gotta get back to Philly tonight. - We're going live.

- In five, four, three... - Maybe next time, okay?

Welcome back. I'm Muncie Daniels, filling in for Donna Sweeney.

I'm being joined by Renée Taylor, CEO of the nonprofit Let Us Not Forget.

Her new book, Shantytown Nation,

addresses the housing crisis in our nation's biggest cities.

I'm telling you, man. You did great tonight.

- No, shit got messy. - You got it back on track, though.

She didn't get to you, did she?

- Mm-mm. No, I'm good. - Okay.

Good, 'cause I talked to my man at the network.

Oh yeah?

- Right after. - So?

So, check it out. CNN, right?

Brass? They love the look. They love the poise.

I told them, "No shit, Sherlock. Now give my man his show."

- So they're gonna make an offer? - It's looking real good.

Okay.

Just got to wait to see what kind of money...

Come on. It can't just be about money. It's gotta be about the...

- What, the autonomy? - Yeah.

If they offer you money and no autonomy, what you... what you gonna do?

You... You gonna turn that down too?

That's why I'm writing a novel.

Nigga, you got a answer for everything?

And I'd argue that we begin platforming the problem,

which we're doing here today...

- Is that what we're doing? - We're trying.

As someone who respects the work you did in this field...

- ...I value your perspective. - Thank you.

But for every person like you, who stops doing the work,

- to go on TV and merely talk about it... - Ooh.

...or lecture at an Ivy League, no offense,

or write the occasional essay for Harper's,

it sends the message that it is okay to let other people fight the fight.

- And I'm not trying for a "gotcha" moment. - I think you might be.

I just want us all to be truthful about the disconnects we abide.

Okay. Well, Renée, you can sit there and call me disconnected all you want,

but I'm telling you,

there are one million people out there watching right now.

And If I tell them to put five bucks in the bucket,

that bucket's gonna buy a lot of houses for people in need.

That said, remind me not to have you on the next time I host.

Thanks for joining us. I'm Muncie Daniels, filling in for Donna Sweeney,

and that was Renée Taylor and her book, Shantytown Nation...

- Hey. - Hey.

- How you doing? - Good.

- Sorry it took me so long. I just... - You're a busy man.

I'm just... Yeah.

- You look good. - Mm-hmm.

Okay, uh...

Anyway, I... I just thought I'd stop by and speak to D since you've been asking.

Is he inside?

- Maybe wipe your feet? - I always wipe my feet.

You're gonna watch me...

- Yes. Thank you. Thank you. - All right. Okay, watch me.

Demetrius?

Yo, D.

What's up, Dad?

- Yo. - What's going on?

It wasn't mine.

Is that really what you're gonna go with?

Come on, now. THC messes with your brain, son.

But the average brain doesn't fully develop until the age of 25.

- If your argument is I shouldn't smoke... - My argument is don't argue with me.

All right? Sit down.

Look, I can't stop you,

but at least hide that shit from your mom.

She don't need the headache.

I'm sorry.

She doing good these days?

Yeah.

She's great.

Good.

Good.

All right, I should go.

- Love you. - All right. Love you too.

- Be good. - 'Ight.

- ♪ Never, ever, ever could we fake moves ♪ - ♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever... ♪

♪ "Time! Time is a ship on a merciless sea ♪

♪ Drifiting toward an abyss Of nothingness ♪

♪ Time is an inanimate object Praying and praying and praying ♪

♪ For no justification for belief ♪

♪ Time is dancing Boogaloing-away all memories of past ♪

♪ We gotta be a winner all the time ♪

♪ Can't fall prey to a hip-hop crime ♪

♪ With the dope raps and dope tracks We move blocks ♪

♪ From the fly girlies To the hardest of the rocks ♪

♪ We on these excursions So you must realize ♪

♪ That continually, I pop my Zulu ♪

♪ If you don't like it Get off the Zulu... ♪

Hey, there.

You my new neighbor?

Uh, yeah, for a couple of weeks.

- Cool. - Yeah.

I saw the Rover and thought maybe it was some city boys looking to come raise hell.

Uh, no, no, it's just me.

You look familiar.

You on TV?

Sometimes.

Wait, CNN?

- Yeah. - Oh man.

You got opinions.

Yeah, that's what they pay us for.

Well, damn!

A celebrity in our midst.

I'm trying to get away from all that, you know?

I get it.

Believe me.

Well, if you need anything, just knock.

I'm pretty well stocked up, so...

I appreciate that.

- Okay, then. - Okay, then.

- Have a good one. - You too.

Fuck. Fuck.

Oh fuck.

- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. - Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

- Motherfucker. - Best show ever.

Shit.

Hello.

It's Muncie.

The TV guy.

From next door.

You said if I needed anything?

Hello?

Fuck this.

Hello?

Fuck me.

Fuck!

Hey, Ant. You see anything over there?

He's around here somewhere.

I'm gonna go check the ridge over there.

Copy. Let me know.

Definitely around here.

Hey!

Fuck.

How you doing, officers?

How you doing?

Rough morning.

Looks like it.

I was just about to call you.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Right.

Would you mind if I sit?

Oh, thank you.

So, what's going on?

You know who owns this place?

I remember the Bozmans selling about five years ago.

Huh.

Current owner's unlisted.

Hello, it's the police.

So, you sure it was the guy you had spoken to earlier?

- Hello? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Let's go check out the sauna.

Well, the power's out.

That's why I came over to borrow some propane.

- The cameras are probably out too. - It's convenient.

These guys must have come back over here after they chased me and cleaned it up.

And there was a little hacksaw right there.

I saw a saw.

You saw a saw.

You think I'm making this up?

Well, as a writer,

you must have a pretty active imagination.

So you took off running. You said that the assailants chased you.

Yeah.

And then you hid in a swamp.

Yeah.

Did you get a good look at 'em?

No.

They were wearing masks.

But...

...one of the guys called the other one, uh, Ant.

Ant?

Like the insect?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Then you were just able to get away?

Yes.

Somebody missing a watch?

Looks like a band for a G-Shock.

Type of shit my brother-in-law wears to make himself feel tough.

We're not gonna end up arresting you for this, are we?

This your first time in the Poconos?

Yeah.

Welcome.

Lutz, you got anything on those plates yet?

Truck's on a three-month lease from a dealership in Bridgewater.

Leased to a Dick Silk.

That's gotta be fake. Sounds like a porn name.

How about you take us over to your cabin?

Fuck.

This was not like this.

The hell is going on?

Maybe you ran something over.

Come on, man. This is slashed.

Okay, here's what's gonna happen.

We're gonna write this up. We'll look into that watch strap,

and we'll ask that you remain accessible in the following days, okay?

If we call, you answer.

I don't have a phone. I lost it in the woods.

Well, I'll find a way to find you.

Point is,

I'm not sure what's going on here, so I have to leave every option open

as to who did what when, if indeed the deed got done.

Is there anything else you're forgetting to tell me?

I saw a murder.

I got chased.

I went to the diner to call the cops.

The next day.

You waited till the next day.

So I'll look into Dick Silk or whoever was staying at that house.

Meantime, I'll call you a tow truck.

- Told you there ain't no bars up here. - Yeah. Thank you.

Yeah.

You should come down to the shop.

I'll do four for the price of three.

Uh, just this one.

You got a jealous wife?

You got a tracker down the rear well.

You're fucking kidding.

Someone loves you a bit too much.

Can you turn it off?

Easy-peasy.

Fuck.

All righty.

So one new Pirelli all-season.

Three hundred plus 60 for labor.

I'll get started.

Is that the dude from Shawshank?

No. That's Kofi Annan.

I know, man. I'm just fucking with you.

So, break-in, right?

It seems one of his photos is crooked.

Plus, the porch latch was broken.

Mount Poconos police say they're still looking into "Dick Silk."

- Dick Silk? - Also running a check on you.

Pretty standard for when a crime is reported that doesn't quite add up.

Also seems there's drug paraphernalia in your cabin.

Bro, come on.

Weed.

I imagine they're wondering if you actually saw what you say you did.

Okay, they just doing their thing, right?

Look, we're the ones who reported the break-in here, all right?

We'll write it up as a broken latch and a crooked photo.

Not sure it's a break-in just yet.

But if something's missing, call us, and we'll add it to the report.

Thank you, gentlemen. We'll be in touch if there's more.

They don't have much to go on.

What do you mean, "They don't have much to go on"?

They wiped the crime scene, left a watch strap, broke into my place,

put a tracker in my car.

For real?

Yeah, for real. Put it in the back wheel well.

Oh.

Muncie, I'm gonna have to ask you to lay low, man.

Get yourself a hotel room somewhere and get yourself a burner phone.

Pay cash for it. Really.

You think they're on my cards?

I don't know.

You don't have any idea who that guy was?

Look, the firm has, like, this Ritz account.

You just put a room on there, and then we'll just pay them back later...

Wait. That's your advice? Go to the Ritz?

- Can't stand with your dick in your hand. - Nigga, my dick is not in my hand.

But you are reporting a murder with no name and no body.

You got two police departments thinking that you're fucking nuts right now.

They are gonna pin all this shit on you,

and anything else that happened in that town that night.

All I'm saying is if you had a name, it would be useful.

I'm gonna talk to my partners and try to get some advice.

Yeah.

I saw a man get chopped up last night.

And now I feel like I'm walking around with a bullseye on my back.

I know.

You know I got you.

I can't just sit here doing nothing.

Okay, but as your lawyer,

trying to fix this yourself would be a mistake.

And as my friend?

You figure out who the fuck the guy at the cabin was,

and maybe the cops will start listening.

You think the name on that card is his?

I've got no idea.

♪ You're in love with me ♪

♪ Tried to believe ♪

♪ You're mine ♪

How are you today, sir? Anything I can help you with?

I was actually wondering if Mark is in.

Mark Simon?

Uh, Mark is... Mark's the owner.

- I see. - He's only in once a week, if that.

You know where I might find him?

And you are?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Our mutual friend Kenny Gravelot recommended I talk to Mark

about putting together a man cave for me.

Kenny said Mark was gonna be out of town for a spell.

He said something about

going up to the Poconos?

Uh, I'm sorry.

So what are you asking?

I was just wondering if Mark was out in the Poconos this week or maybe...

...he hasn't gone out there yet.

I'm afraid I wouldn't have that information.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to pry.

But surely I can help you with your man cave.

You're absolutely right.

Hey, you know what?

You seem like you're more my kind of guy anyway.

I know Mark likes the Flyers, but I'm a fanatic.

Well, you've got the right person. My whole den's a shrine to those guys.

- I got hockey in the heart. - Oh yeah.

Hockey's the goddamn best.

I told Mark to get his sons to start playing.

- He didn't go for it? - Well, the separation and everything.

Not sure how much control he'll have.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, he told me about that. Rough.

I mean, he gave Lucie the house, which is fine,

but now she's asking for full-time custody, so...

Lucie Simon, Pennsylvania address.

Excuse me.

Hi. I don't mean to disturb you, but I was hoping I could ask you a quick question.

- Uh, who are you? - I think I met your husband.

Mark Simon?

Tanner, take Blake inside.

We were neighbors. Uh, very briefly.

Poconos, Monroe County.

Please, can you step back?

I was just wondering if you spoke to him recently.

Why?

There was an intrusion at his place.

I was staying next door, and I went over to get help.

And then I saw him.

Hurt.

I went back this morning, and he was gone.

You've reached Mark Simon. Leave a message.

If I don't call you, then you know why.

Who the fuck are you?

Uh...

Is this his handwriting?

Does he wear a big watch? Black?

I think it's called a G-Shock.

I think you're fucking with me.

So it was him?

In the Poconos?

I'm separated as well.

So I know how hard it can be on the kids.

Can you just...

...tell me who would want to hurt him?

I think you know that answer.

I don't.

I just know that whoever hurt him, they're after me too, and I...

I need to be able to explain to the cops who they are.

- You haven't told the cops yet? - I have. I...

I'm worried about how it looks.

He's an asshole.

Which I think you already know.

And I'm not with him anymore in any way.

My number.

Just call me if you... if you hear anything.

Or if he calls.

Everything okay here?

How we doing?

We're doing great.

- You okay? - Mmm.

Let me know if you hear anything.

Ow.

Sorry.

Muncie Daniels, right?

Agent Quinones, FBI.

You got a few minutes to talk?

- About what? - An incident at your Poconos rental?

Or next door, I should say.

Or both.

How about you sit somewhere else?

So, I'm working on a case that possibly intersects

with what you reported to the Poconos police.

So you know what happened?

I know that something happened and that you were involved.

So I'm interested in your story.

To the degree it affects my case.

Do you know why the guy was there?

Do you?

That's what I was trying to find out.

You heard of a white supremacist group called the Forge?

Yeah.

He was a member.

What?

Actually, it goes a little deeper than that.

Did you ever read Brother14's newsletter?

It's fucking brilliant.

You gotta be kidding me.

Five million subscribers.

Top dog white nationalist writer in the country,

and you got to meet him face-to-face.

Keeps his identity as Brother14 under very tight wraps,

but I can assure you...

...that's him.

He's a cancerous fucking tumor on the brain stem of the country.

Did you want him dead?

You've been vocal in the past about the need to fight hate.

Folks could look at that and say,

"Hey, maybe Muncie Daniels decided to take this fucker out."

Maybe the FBI did too, and they needed someone to blame.

You watch too many movies.

- Let's go back to your BLM ties. - I don't have BLM ties.

You've defended them on TV.

I defended the Browns, but I ain't on their roster.

You once ran a nonprofit that took on racist landlords.

What's that gotta do with some white supremacist?

You dislike oppressive organizations.

Get the fuck out of here.

Black man finds himself alone in the woods

with a massively popular identitarian influencer.

I don't like oppression,

but I'm not gonna chop it into little pieces.

And you know what? I'm sure that Nazi motherfucker

wasn't too crazy about your Puerto Rican ass.

What makes you think I'm Puerto Rican?

I am.

And you're right. Mr. Simon likely didn't love me either.

I'm gonna need your burner number.

Why do you think I have a burner?

'Cause your regular number's going straight to voicemail.

And you're scared,

which you probably should be. I'm scared all the time.

Look, if you did this, it's got nothing to do with my case.

But if you didn't, maybe we can help each other out.

You should see someone about that leg.

You've got pus on your pants.

Everyone and their mother love to bemoan the conspiracy theory nation.

But how much of that is just a convenient excuse to ignore...

You're on TV, right?

Sometimes.

We're fans.

Sorta.

Is it true?

Dr. Belmer, please report to...

Is what true?

That you knew Brother14?

I don't know what you mean.

You haven't heard the rumors?

14's not well.

Look, man, we're just wondering what you know.

How'd you find me?

Remember?

You're famous.

I don't know shit.

Would your family know?

Fuck!

Elena? It's me.

I need you and D be ready in ten minutes. I'll tell you about it later.

Mr. Daniels. I'm Laura Jennings.

I host a YouTube channel called We Are The People.

- I'm not sure if you know of us. - I do.

Well, I drove from New York and was hoping we could talk.

This is not a good time.

About what happened last night.

Uh...

There's a lot of talk flying around now, but I know you didn't do it.

- Can you tell me what you know? - You trying to help or get an exclusive?

Trust me. I can help.

Call me.

Please.

Elena! We need to go!

- Demetrius! - Yo.

Hey!

We need to go.

- Where? - Tell you in the car.

I was just about to beat this game. Give me five minutes.

Hey, Demetrius!

What's going on?

- You didn't get my message? - No.

Someone's threatening you. We need to go.

Wait, for real?

Yeah, for real.

I need you in the car now.

I'll tell you everything.

We just need to go.

Please.

You heard your dad. Get your stuff, and get in the car.

Could be they planted rumors once they realized who you were.

They couldn't kill you, so maybe they got online.

Or it was one of the cops that were running his mouth.

But you brought them to the crime scene, to where there was evidence.

- I did. - So, it's gotta be whoever did it.

Yo. Check this out.

Who posted it?

Anonymous board.

- Nothing on regular searches yet... - You spoke to Kwesi?

- He thinks I should hide out at the Ritz. - Oh, the Ritz? Okay!

- Excuse me? - No, no.

I just... I just heard they got some good food...

The hell were you doing walking around this white man's yard?

He told me if I needed anything.

I'm gonna go hop in the shower, so... It's gonna be okay, Pops, all right?

Call that journalist.

- You seen Laura Jennings online? - No, but if she's saying she believes you...

I'm telling you, she's fucking nuts.

Look.

There is nasty stuff going on in America that should scare us all to death.

I'm talking about the 12th-floor offices of innocuous-looking towers,

where power-hungry men stick their metaphorical meat sticks

into our ever-vulnerable head holes.

She's fucking nuts. But you should call her.

Meet with her first thing.

And call the FBI guy too.

You should go to Nadia's, chill there, till I can figure out what's up.

When you showed up just now,

I thought maybe you were finally bringing by the divorce papers.

This better or worse?

You've reached Laura Jennings.

Leave your name, number, and a message, and I'll return your call.

You've reached Laura Jennings.

Leave your name, number, and a message, and I'll return your call.

You've reached Laura Jennings.

Leave your name, number, and a message, and I'll...

With the rise of gas prices,

a recent survey indicated locals are less likely to travel

this coming summer.

More on that later. Back to you, Lewis.

And a local story just now into our newsroom.

Provocateur journalist Laura Jennings was hospitalized earlier this morning

with an apparent heart attack in a Philadelphia hotel room.

Jennings has received national attention in recent months

due to her firebrand style of fringe journalism,

so we'll continue to cover this story as it develops.

But for now, she remains in the ICU

in what doctors are calling an extremely precarious state.

And in traffic news this morning, we have closures on...

Makes you wanna go to the gym.

...I-95 South Delaware Expressway.

Also, an accident near West Chester Pike has delays on eastbound US 30 that runs...

Yo, Pops.

Yeah?

You can grab my Switch controller from the car?

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