- Just like you, I've always wondered where I come from.
Who are my ancestors?
My great, great grandfather and grandmother.
What's my original tribe?
Am I the descendants of kings and queens?
As African American people,
I know there are endless possibilities
to where our bloodline began.
And then I discovered kin2me.com.
It's simple.
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is rotate a swab in the side of your mouth
and place it into a tube.
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Two weeks later, I discovered I had an uncle
who actually fought in the Civil War.
One of my great aunts was a famous jazz singer.
Kin2me.com helped me discover who I really am
and where I came from.
With your consent, they give you the option
to further research your DNA
and connect with the people that share your bloodline.
Hell, I could be related to Issa Rae,
Lena Waithe, you never know.
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[intense frightening music plays]
[screaming]
[gasping]
[sighing]
[birds chirping]
[door closes]
[water running]
[vase shatters]
[faucet squeaks]
[foreboding music fades]
[woman sighs]
- Good morning.
- Good morning. How'd you sleep?
- Like a baby. And you?
- Not well.
I dreamt a lot. A lot of crazy shit, in fact.
By the way, did you put something in my drink?
- Valerian root.
- What?
- Valerian root.
It's a natural herb.
I like to put it in my wine to help me relax.
- Hmm.
Were you in my room last night?
- In a literal sense, no.
But I mean, I heard, you know
you making some noises in there,
so I peeked in on you.
So maybe you felt my energy.
- Um, maybe
- [chuckles] No more wine for you.
I got a lightweight for a roommate.
- Actually, I can handle my liquor just fine.
- Okay. Okay. I was just teasin', just teasin'.
About last night.
I, I hope I didn't make you feel awkward.
Yeah, I'm an only child so I can get clingy
and you know, sometimes people say eccentric.
- No, we're all good.
We're straight.
- Cool. All right.
Well, I will see you later.
[foreboding music plays]
[phone beeping]
- [Voicemail] Please leave a message after the tone.
- Marcus, where are you? [sighs]
- [laughs] Man, I blew that back out, ya' heard?
Fontanette. Fontanette.
Are you even listening to my fucking story, bro?
- Yeah. I, I heard you, I heard you.
You the consummate pimp.
- [laughs] Damn right.
- [Fontanette] You stupid.
- I don't even know why you wasting your time
looking at all that old footage anyway.
I mean, I would bet my nutsac
that the Megan Phillips and Samantha Jones cases
got nothing to do with this one.
How much you wanna bet?
- Don't sound like much of a bet to me.
You got nothing to lose.
- Haha. You got jokes, motherfucker. [clears throat]
Findings and reports are back.
From the lab.
CSI found a pregnancy kit
in Reed's bathroom trash.
Now, assuming that it's hers, it looks like,
it looks like our victim was pregnant.
Test came back positive.
Now also we found three different sets of prints
from three individuals other than Reed's.
And so far, just one of those has been identified.
Forensics is
looking into the other two.
[phone rings] - Mhm.
- But now here's the kicker.
Our first suspect's current address
is Ephreta Lakes.
- Hahahaha, well.
If it isn't my man, Darnell Bam Williams.
Hm.
17 years old and got a rap sheet a mile long.
Car theft, gun possession,
armed robbery, you name it.
Militant motherfucker.
This ain't really his lane though.
But you know, niggas do switch up from time to time
and I really don't subscribe
to the whole sob story narrative,
but this little nigga here was dealt a bad hand.
[chuckles] His father, Lucius "put 'em up" Williams
was a notorious drug addict
and a stick 'em up kid when I was coming up in the force.
And Darnell's mother,
she wasn't no Betty Crocker, either.
Grand larceny,
a mad list of aliases,
in and outta psych wards,
disappears for months at a time.
You name it, she done it.
Well, it looks like we'll be bringing in our old friend,
Darnell-
- Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, Don.
Let me, let me have the honors on this one.
I got this.
- You got it.
You got it.
- I got it.
- [Woman On Intercom] Dr. Anderson to maternity please.
Dr. Anderson.
[child cries softly]
[plastic crinkles] [child cries]
[curtain rustles]
[child cries]
- Where's your mommy?
[child cries]
Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.
It's okay.
[hums gently]
♪ He's got the whole world in his hands. ♪
[hums softly]
[ominous whispering]
- Are you okay honey?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
I just need a drink of water.
- Okay. Well, Zoe's looking for you.
She's up on four.
I'm heading that way if you wanna walk together.
- No, I'm, I'm fine. Thanks.
- Alrighty then.
[footsteps retreat]
- So as I was saying, Deja,
we are truly thrilled to have you here, but HR has been
breathing down my neck about a few discrepancies.
- Discrepancies? Like what?
Well, it seems as though your social and background checks
were both flagged.
- Really?
- Yes.
My wife tells me all the time
we're far too reliant on technology.
Forgetting simple things like birthdays
and special dates, et cetera.
So it's possible that you missed a number on your social
happens to me all the time.
- Oh this is so embarrassing.
My apologies.
- No worries.
Bleu Tru.
That's quite an interesting name for a...
Well anyway.
It's very interesting.
Where is your family from?
- Honestly, I have no idea.
- Well, this is no big deal.
I'll just give you a new hire packet.
Take your time filling it out.
Okay. I'll get it back to you. Soon.
- Sounds good.
[phone dialing]
[phone rings]
- Hey Eric.
- Picking up on the first ring, I see. I'm impressed.
- Attention to detail is an impeccable attribute, Doctor.
- Well that is my job.
- Well now you have my attention.
I'm glad you called.
I kind of needed to vent.
- Something wrong?
- Work stuff.
But, now that I have you on the phone
I'm not really sure that I wanna harp on it anymore.
- Whatever you wanna talk about, it's up to you.
I actually called to let you know
that I'll be arriving in Atlanta later this evening.
- Really? Tonight.
- Yeah. I'm meeting with Simon.
He's hosting a panel discussion at the CDC
and he asked me to moderate.
- Oh, well I did have plans with my roommate
but truthfully I'd rather see you.
- Oh. That's nice.
Um.
[glasses clatter]
On a serious note.
There's something I need to share with you.
Something I probably should have told you
when you first started your assignment with us in Austin.
- Okay. Sounds serious.
Is everything okay?
- I think it's best if I just tell you in person.
- Okay? Sure.
I guess I'll see you soon.
- Yeah, I'll see you soon.
Oh, quick sidebar.
I, uh,
was kind of hoping to stay quiet until you said something,
but have you received a delivery?
- No. What type of delivery?
- Ah, well, so much for the surprise.
I had a bouquet of flowers sent over to you
wishing you a great first day.
I received a delivery confirmation
but I was sort of hoping to hear you bring it up.
- Oh Eric, I'm sorry, but I haven't received them.
I'll, I'll check with my roommate when I get back in
either way, its the thought that counts
and that was very sweet of you.
I look forward to seeing you tonight.
- Okay. Likewise.
I'll see you soon.
- Bye.
[crickets chirping]
- Someone's in a good mood.
Why so giddy?
- Well, Eric is flying in from Texas tonight.
He has a conference here tomorrow.
So we're gonna hang out while he's in town.
- Wow. Doctor's really making his rounds, huh?
I didn't realize you guys were so serious.
- I know what we aren't, but still
he's nice.
[inhales] Besides, it'll be good for me.
Get my mind off the stuff going on around here.
- I told you I would get your mind off of stuff.
I told you that.
- I'm sorry, excuse me.
- You know, Deja,
you really need to run stuff like this past me
before you just go inviting men to this apartment.
We were supposed to do something tonight.
- Okay. Whoa.
Who said anything about anyone staying here?
Much less coming here.
I can meet him somewhere else, Shayna.
I mean, it is really not that big of a deal.
- Well, it is to me.
I could have made other plans.
You know this new culture.
Y'all just fuckin' irresponsible.
- Okay. Don't trip.
Calm down.
- Calm down.
Why don't you show some accountability?
No male guests.
Dr. Matthews? No good for you.
- And how would you know that?
- Because I know.
- And speaking of accountability,
did you screw with my paperwork?
Because I got called into human resources.
Something about my information being off.
- Girl, please.
I did you a favor.
Don't go dragging me into your aloofness.
I have nothing to do with that.
[Deja scoffs]
Good. You know what, Deja?
Do, whatever you wanna do.
I thought we were off on the right track,
bonding and all,
I was hoping we could be like sisters.
Obviously I was wrong.
[threatening music plays]
- [scoffs] What the?
[foreboding music plays]
[owl hoots]
[man grunting]
[woman shouts]
[crickets chirping]
- Hi. So guess what we found out.
- What's that?
- Corey Bennington was released from prison three weeks ago.
- What?
- Mhm.
- And they ain't notify us.
- Now he's getting off of the Phillips murder, no evidence.
And as far as the Jones charges,
well, he's been released for time served
for violating that order of protection.
Hey, hey, there's no victim to notify.
Jones is missing.
And as you know, little man in the asylum, somewhere.
- Those prints.
The two unidentified prints
that you said it were- - I'm already on
identifying that.
I asked them to pull the prints from the database,
see if there's a match.
Should be on my desk first thing in the morning.
- God. Damn.
- You really care about her, don't you?
- Who?
- Samantha Jones.
This is really all about her, isn't it?
[sighs]
Hey, listen,
let's wrap it up, huh?
- All right.
- Come back in the morning, review it with fresh eyes.
- Oh please.
- Plus, I gotta hurry to get home.
My wife accuses me of staying late at work
'cause I hate her cooking.
She's right.
[both men chuckle]
[door opens]
- Thank you. Good night.
[dramatic string music plays]
- Okay guys, can we wrap this up?
It's getting late and it's my night to cook.
- You cook? Boy please.
[laughs]
Alrighty guys.
Let's have a little fun, shall we?
All right.
So the first post title reads, "Mayor's Office Backlash."
"After a secret meeting that was orchestrated
by our current mayor and his administration,
Marcus, our fearless leader and member of the BFM
has mysteriously disappeared.
Is this how the mayor handles issues?"
Next,
"I don't have to be a politician
to explain what's happening here.
Too much truth.
Too much exposure for the mayor's office."
And last but not least, this one's absolutely priceless.
"The only way to shut him up was to get rid of him.
We see you, Mr. Mayor,
we see you and your administration.
Shame on you.
Your crimes will be revealed."
And those guys are just a few
of the many posts that are circulating on social media.
Oh my god guys, this does not look good.
I was on the phone all day with our constituents
and the governor,
just trying to put these fires out
and we are smack dab in the middle of a shit show.
- Wait.
What could have possibly happened to him?
And why is BFM blaming us for his disappearance?
- I have no idea.
- Martin. You said you were gonna handle this.
Did you arrange a sit down with him?
That was my intention, yes,
but my contacts never got a hold of him.
- Oh my God.
Wait, wait, wait,
bring that back.
You're saying that you never talked to him
about our proposal to meet?
- No.
- Oh my God.
Oh my God.
- No. But so, the only people that know about that meeting
are the people in this room.
So what the hell is going on
and why does this girlfriend know about a meeting that
when we never even proposed one.
- Martin, who else knows about our proposal
to meet with Marcus?
- Do you really wanna know the answer to that question?
- You know what, on second thought I don't.
- My informant is reliable.
Solid.
I'm confident there wasn't a breach.
He never got a chance to convey the message
- Or maybe it's ploy by the BFM
to make us look even more stupid.
- Cute. - Right, Martin.
- So cute.
- Well until we're sure,
I want everyone on this.
Let's bury this.
Quickly and quietly.
Last thing we need is a social media frenzy right now.
'Cause if anything happened to that young man Marcus
there's gonna serious unrest behind it.
And the question is who?
'Cause the people love that young man.
And if something happened to him
I am not gonna be the scapegoat.
Hell will rain down on this administration.
Find him.
- I will call the Commissioner
- Sir.
- Deputy.
- Yes sir?
- Tell the commissioner, "start with the girlfriend."
Let's find out what she knows.
[sighing]
[phone beeping]
- [Voicemail] Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice message system.
[phone beeping]
Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice message system.
- Where are you?
Why aren't you picking up?
- [Voicemail] Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice - What the hell?
- [Voicemail] message system.
- God.
[phone vibrates]
- Hey, I was just trying to call you.
It's pretty kismet.
- I know. I've been trying to call you all day.
- Yeah, that's weird.
'Cause I haven't had any missed calls.
Listen, have you seen Eric around today?
- Mm, yeah.
He said he was leaving earlier today
but then he got a stat,
so I'm not sure if he was able to.
I left before he did.
- Oh well, he was supposed to be here in Atlanta
several hours ago.
- Atlanta?
- Yeah.
He had a business convention or something here
and we were supposed to link up after.
- Hmm. Funny.
Neither he or any of the other doctors
mentioned anything about a convention in Atlanta.
Who's the guest speaker?
You?
- Anyway stop.
- [laughs] Well, don't worry about it.
He probably just had to push his flight back.
- Yeah, but without calling or anything.
No text, no call.
I mean his phone is going straight to voicemail
which means the battery is dead
or he intentionally turned it off.
- Okay, Watson, chill.
Maybe it is not even that serious.
He's probably on the plane.
Girl, you know these doctors,
they would lose their neck
if it wasn't attached to their head.
So just breathe, relax and he'll pop up. Okay?
Now on a more positive note
how are things going over there?
What's the latest with this roomie girl?
- What, who?
Annie Wilkes from misery.
Oh, I don't know what I got myself into.
She is odd.
- Ooh. In what way?
- [sighs] Girl, where do I start?
She is suspect.
First of all, she is freakishly strong.
Then she's always on her computer doing something
and then she closes it when I walk by.
I think she drugged me
because I have these weird odd dreams.
I mean I dreamt last night
that she gave birth to three girls in our living room
with all these sisters around like the Handmaid's tale.
Oh my gosh.
She keeps, she, she just keeps on disappearing
in the middle of the night [door closes]
to go and help 'a Black woman in need.'
Now I know, and I get that she's a doula,
but really,
are all of your patients delivering at midnight?
She's just giving me these serial killer vibes.
- Wow.
A sister serial killer
that preys on pregnant Black women?
Now that's a series.
- Stop. I'm being serious here.
- No, you know good and well
that will make one good Lifetime story.
- I don't know girl, but
I get this funny feeling whenever I'm around her.
I mean, do you know that she also like
went off on me when I told her that Eric was coming.
It, it's just the weirdest thing.
And I'm just wondering like, was this all a setup?
I mean, I keep thinking about her ad.
Could it have been just like an underground operation
like looking for single Black females.
- And then what?
Kill you?
- I dunno, maybe.
[scoffs]
I don't know. She's-
You don't know somebody until you know somebody.
- You know, it's true.
You know, I actually had a cousin
that ended up on that TV show "Snapped."
Yeah, I mean the whole family was shocked
because she was as normal as they come, or so we thought,
and then one day she just snapped.
Killed her husband and the damn dogs.
- What?
- Girl, real talk.
So you might wanna go ahead
and do some more research on homegirl
in case you need to get the hell up out of there.
Remember, Google is a girl's best friend.
[car starts] - Yeah. I'll call you back.
- Wait, wait. What's happening?
- I said I'll call you back.
- [Friend On Phone] What she do now?
[suspenseful music]
[lamp clicks on]
[drawer contents clatters]
[suspenseful music continues]
[pages rustle]
- Oh my god.
[suspenseful music fades]
[floorboards creak]
[message chimes]
[keys clicking]
[message chimes]
[keys clicking]
[message chimes]
[keys clicking]
[car rumbling]
[door shuts]
[mellow jazz plays]
[door opens]
- Oh, hello. [giggles]
I hope you don't mind, the guys let me in.
Oh, so my new code name is 'Evergreen.'
- I think Evergreen's a good name.
I think you should also know my head of security
is aware of our extracurricular activities.
So, I see you've helped yourself to my seafood linguine.
You know,
I was really looking forward to having that this evening.
- So what exactly are you more interested in, hm?
Linguine, or me?
Hmm?
Because you of all people know
that I have two serious weaknesses.
Men of power and
Poppy's Seafood. [laughs]
- I'm taking you hands down.
- Are you really?
Yeah? [giggles]
- [sighs] You know,
this whole Marcus De La Croix thing.
It's just got me, uh,
maybe it's not a good idea for you to spend the night.
I just never felt so clueless.
You know, I had no idea who's behind this.
Then the whole black face movement is
blaming us for orchestrating this.
- You can't keep holding the whole weight of the world,
especially the city, on your shoulders.
No one can be everything to everyone at the same time.
The key to failure is trying to please everyone.
- You know,
I'm well aware of that quote.
The coldest man I ever knew in my life, my father,
used to try and [sighs]
drill it into me every chance he got.
You know,
only person he ever cared about was himself.
Everybody else had to fend for themselves,
including my mother.
- I'm so sorry.
- I'm really starting to think that
I'm in over my head.
I'm really, I'm wondering,
what did I get myself into?
Am I really just a patsy for the party?
All these deaths, all these people coming up missing.
[woman grunts]
It's way too much for one man to grasp.
[scary tone plays]
[melancholy piano music]