[crickets chirp] [phone trills]
[tense violin music]
- [Operator] 9-1-1, what's your emergency?
- [Man] I have some information for you
that I think you'll find useful.
The clues and answers you're looking for are in the lake.
A few days ago, I saw someone
drop what
I believe could be a body in there.
- [Operator] Which lake, sir?
What's this about? Where are you located?
- [Man] 633 Terror Drive at Freeman Lakes Apartments
where the young woman disappeared.
- [Operator] I have an address coming up
as the Crumpler Estates.
- [Man] Call it what you want.
This will always be Freeman Lakes.
Y'all need to empty the lake.
That's...
That's where the truth lies.
It rarely peeks until it comes to the surface.
- [Operator] Okay, sir.
We'll send a unit over as soon as we have one available.
May I have your name, please?
[phone clicks]
[music continues]
[tense music]
[people scuffle]
- Mom!
[gun fires]
[suspenseful music]
[slow music]
- [Radio] When I was a little girl,
I was five years old, older than four,
my grandfather would share these stories with me
that his grandfather shared with him
and his father before that,
stories that had been shared for generations,
but kept form the general public.
See, I'm a descendant of the tribe of Freeman Lakes
and many, many years ago, my ancestors,
the original villagers who settled on Freeman Lake,
were brutally murdered and thrown into that lake.
Their homes were burnt to the ground.
[door dings]
[tense music]
- Whoa!
Whoa man!
Hey Cap', what's going on? What's up?
What's going on?
- We're sending whatever manpower we have to ground zero.
While we're on the subject, I'm sure your comrades
could use an extra hand.
Listen, there was another attack
over at the Cromwell Estates last night.
Fortunately, the young lady was armed
and she fought off her assailant
and she believed that she shot her attacker in the leg,
so we have an APB out to all the local hospitals.
Also, the 32nd- - Mm-hmm?
- Is following up on an anonymous tip
that the Reed's body is out there in the lake.
- Oh good, all right.
Well, I'm gonna head out there right now-
- Well, wait, wait, wait.
Slow your roll.
Have a seat.
- What's up?
- I received a call from a Detective Mills at 32nd today.
As you know, its your responsibility
to police in certain zones.
Now, North of Freeman, Crumpler,
whatever the fuck you wanna call it,
is there's and the south is ours.
Now, the Reed case, was north of the lake,
so technically, it's not our heading.
And basically, he wants us which is you, to back off.
- Yeah, all of a sudden, they give a fuck about zone lines?
I mean, how long have we been
on this case for how many weeks?
And now they wanna take over?
No.
Cap', I'm not budging. - No, no, no, no.
You are budging. Sit down!
Sit!
[phone rings]
Technically, you ain't know shit.
I bet you tagged along and I warned you to tread lightly.
Your guy, Kevin, he's an undercover.
- McNeil?
- [Cap] Mm-hmm.
- No fucking way.
- Yes, fucking way.
They planted him there after the Brown Industries took over.
They believe the suspect or at least an accomplice
is still on those grounds
and with all the extra noise that you're making,
knocking on doors, asking questions,
they're afraid that you might scare the real perp away.
- What?
- So, they want you to fall back from it and I'm sorry.
However, there's plenty of work for you to do around here.
We need all hands on deck.
With the riots and the protests happening in the city,
we're declaring a state of emergency tonight.
- This is fucking...
[music rises]
Fuck!
This is fucking, McNeil? McNeil?
That motherfucker?
[police sirens wail]
- Thank you for coming over.
- Yeah, it's my pleasure.
Oh!
Are you Jamaican?
- Jamaican decent at least.
You know, up until recently, I didn't know where I was from.
- Huh.
- I went to that website, kin2me.com where I found you,
this is my here.
You know what's interesting?
When I was little, I was always really drawn
to Jamaica and I never knew why.
And my parents would bring me there every single summer.
Girl, it's so beautiful.
[both chuckle]
- Are these your parents?
- [Samantha] Yes indeed, can't you tell?
[both laugh]
Nah, I was adopted.
- Yeah?
- [Samantha] Yep.
- Me too.
- Come on now.
- Yeah, for real.
Pinkie swear.
- Oh my god, I knew it was something about you that I liked.
Come on.
Come sit down, girl.
Have a seat.
Are you the only child too?
- I sure was.
- Oh my god, that was tough for me.
I always wanted a big sister to talk to
and to grow up with, you know?
- Yeah, well, you got one now.
I'm your big sister.
- Thank you.
You know, you're good people, Shana.
I like you.
I trust you.
- Thank you.
I like you too and you are safe.
I got you.
- [Samantha] Thank you, thank you.
- I keep trying to reach Kendrick,
but his phone keeps going straight to voicemail.
What's that about?
[sighs] It's like you go above and beyond for these dudes,
but when it's us,
they're all for self.
Anyways, I got Bam on the way to bring you some food
if you're hungry.
I got some soldiers outside strapped too.
- Wow.
Hobos out here deep.
[Neff grunts]
- [Keisha] What's wrong, Neff?
- My stomach cramping.
I think I'm bleeding.
- Shit, after the night you had, I mean, it's normal.
Probably brought your period down or something.
- No, it's not normal, not when you're pregnant.
- What?!
[door clicks]
[ominous music]
[woman whimpers]
[officer grunts]
[phone trills]
- Hey.
- Hey, how was your night?
- Talisha, another girl was attacked last night.
This is really crazy.
- What?
Are you serious?
Have you called the police yet?
- Yeah, well, sort of.
I left a message with the detective last night.
Then, somebody from the precinct hit me back
to let me know that they were gonna send a detective
to come and meet me here at the hospital.
I told them that I did not feel safe
at the apartment, so they're sending somebody here.
I should be meeting up with him in a little bit.
- Okay, good.
So when are you coming back here?
- I don't know, but these resident bunks aren't cutting it.
- I told myself I would never become my mom
and pulled the 'I told you so card' with a loved one, but I-
- Then don't.
Hey, the detective is walking up.
I'll talk to you later.
- Keep me posted.
Bye.
[dramatic music]
- Detective Mills.
[man grunts]
Are you all right?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
- Yeah,
I just thought Detective Fontenette was coming.
- [Mills] Yes.
Your call got transferred to our office,
so Detective Fontenette won't be
handling this issue anymore.
Now, I understand that a friend of yours,
a Dr. Matthews, Eric Matthews, is missing.
- Yes, that's correct.
- That's what we found to be the case as well.
[tense music]
You sure you're all right?
Your hands are trembling.
- Oh, I'm...
I'm just concerned for my friend is all.
- I understand.
Now, as I was saying, Dr. Matthews did fly in
to Heartsfield-Jackson.
That was two nights ago.
Hasn't been seen since,
so he is considered a missing person.
Anyhow, you had mentioned something
when you had spoke to the officer on the phone
about your roommate, Shana, Shana Jackson,
that she is somehow involved in the disappearance
of both Dr. Matthews and the recent rash
of missing women in Atlanta?
It seems like a pretty heavy lifting
for one single gal, doesn't it?
Why do you think she's involved?
- Well, I don't think she's alone.
You know what, Detective,
I don't know what's going on anymore.
I'm losing a grip on what's really happening here, so...
- Mrs. Latteau, I'm gonna be candid with you.
You had mentioned that your roommate goes to Courser here?
Our records indicate that she's never been in school here,
she's never been enrolled,
she's never worked here.
There is nothing.
- Well, no, that's not possible.
- Oh, we checked.
I mean,
listen, could...
Do you remember actually working,
the two of you working together
in the hospital together ever?
I mean, anybody can walk in, grab some scrubs
and do whatever.
How about this,
you come with me, we'll go over to the complex,
we'll talk with this Shana
and we'll get it all straightened out for you, okay?
I just wanna make sure that you're safe and okay.
- Well, I don't think that's a good idea, Detective.
I...
I'm working two twelves tonight.
Yeah, no, I'll have Employee Health take a look at me.
You know, what better place to be
than in the hospital, right?
- You'd be surprised.
Listen, I just wanna make sure you're okay and safe
and if you feel like you're in danger, then it's kind of my
duty and responsibility. [phone vibrates]
Excuse me.
[phone beeps]
I'm busy.
Right now?
All right, I'm on my way.
[phone clicks]
Sorry about...
[buttons beep]
Hey, do me a favor,
I need to get some patrolman over to the hospital.
We're looking for...
Yes, we're looking for a Deja Latteau.
Just wanna bring her in safe and sound.
Okay.
Thanks.
- Yeah.
All right.
Whichever way you wanna go.
[ominous music]
Yeah.
Yo, McNeil!
- What the fuck?
Bro, are you fucking crazy?
What the fuck are you doing here?
- You a fucking cop? Really?
Whatever happened to police courtesy?
- I don't owe you a goddamn thing.
- Bullshit! You know I've been on
this case since the beginning.
You could've give me a little head's up
would've been nice. - Not at the
extent of blowing my cover.
- You's a piece of shit, McNeil,
whatever the fuck your name is.
This shit stinks! You know that?
You working undercover on an investigation
and you fucking the tenants that you should be protecting!
- I know my job description, Fontenette!
- Oh yeah, you do?
- Oh what, you IAB now, huh?
You know what, you stink.
You need to go home and take a shower.
You smell like Folgers and Johnny Walker Red, motherfucker.
- Man, fuck you! - Fuck you!
- I say you doing a shitty ass job.
What are they doing, covering for you, huh? Huh?
Is that what it is?
- Look bro, you are so over your head with this shit.
You come back here after a direct fucking order?
Mills is gonna have your badge over this.
You need to fall the fuck back.
- Oh what, now you gonna call the senior brass on me, huh?
- Yeah. Get the fuck out of here.
- Piece of shit!
[birds chirp]
Arnez, right?
I remember from back a couple years ago, right?
You worked here.
Desmond.
- [Arnez] How you doing?
- I'm good.
- [Arnez] I remember you.
- Yeah?
- [Arnez] A cop.
- Yeah, yeah.
Detective now.
- Sam's friend?
- Yeah, right.
Right.
Looks like it's gonna come down, huh?
Riots, shootings, plagues,
now hurricanes.
Such mayhem.
You know I'm not a religious person, but
that shit seems almost Biblical.
- Not almost, detective.
I'm with you.
The two witnesses that's caused disruption.
This man's evil is
disruption.
The violence
and the ancestors, they are [screams quietly]
screaming.
- [Desmond] Yeah.
- For vengeance.
You know the story, right?
- Uh-uh.
- You...
[Arnez chuckles]
You don't?
The storms? Water?
It's all connected.
Ancestors.
Lordy!
I was the one who made the call yesterday.
The answers you're looking for,
they
is right in the lake.
That's where I saw terror for the first time
when I was 12.
I been learning about it.
He appears only before his descendants.
Hmm.
And
the evil prays upon them.
So you see,
people discount it like it's a,
as a fable,
but it's real.
My grandfather told me stories
and his grandfather told him stories
way back of dark and cold and screams and moans,
it's all connected.
Your ancestors, our ancestors is right here.
Pay attention.
[Arnez laughs]
Are you kidding?
- Yeah man.
- [Arnez] Pay attention.
Pay attention, brother.
- All right.
- [Arnez] All right.
- Good to see you, Arnez.
[phone trills]
Detective Fontenette speaking.
- [Arnez] [cackles] Aw yeah, I know y'all coming.
- Hey Laurie!
As you know, we have a hurricane coming this way,
so we've been asked to clear out shortly.
I'm at the Crumpler Estates,
formerly known as Freeman Lake Apartments,
where there was yet another attack last night
amidst the riots taking place throughout the city.
Sources also say an anonymous tip came in last night
claiming that a body had recently been dumped in the lake.
[alarm beeps]
- [chuckles] To what do I owe this pleasure?
It's not every day one gets a visit from the mayor
who happens to be his son.
- Unfortunately, this isn't a family reunion.
I got some intel
and I figured you should hear it from me first.
- Is that right?
Well, before you shed light on that intel,
is there anything you can do about this media circus
fiasco happening here?
I mean, have your men clear these grounds.
- Come on, Pops,
it's their First Amendment rights.
You know this.
- Unbelievable.
Do you know it's been two and a half years
since you've visited me?
Just spill it.
What is it, son?
I know you're a busy man.
- The city is gonna drain out and excavate the lakes.
- No shit! [chuckles]
It's fine by me.
We were gonna drain that shit out anyways, so fine,
let the city pay for it.
- That's not all.
They're also gonna shut down Freeman Lakes.
- First off all, it's Crumpler Estates
and second of all, what the hell are you talking about?
- Fine, Crumpler Estates.
They're shutting it down
for good.
People are coming forward, the descendants of the slaves
that settled here are speaking out.
It's no longer an urban legend.
No, it's real.
They're saying that a massacre took place here
nearly 400 years ago by ex-slave owners.
- 400- - Look!
People are well aware that there is a city
and people were buried underneath that lake.
They're saying this entire place was burnt down
to the ground by local whites
that once detested this thriving
black community.
This is just another Tulsa coming to the surface
and the lawsuits are coming,
not against you but the city
and the rightful heirs of the people
that made their lives here,
they're entitled to this land
and quite frankly, you know what,
I hope they get their 40 acres then some.
- What is this? Hmm?
You helped facilitate us
winning the bid to get this property.
Huh, so what are you now just expect me to bow out,
hand the property over because some Negroes died
at the hands of some honkies
from over 400 fucking years ago?
How do you know we're not related to some of the folks
that lived on this land? Hmm?
Browns go back for generations throughout Georgia.
- Then file a claim like anyone else.
Trace your lineage.
Go to kin2me.com.
Because, I am done,
done being used by the government,
by the party
and by you.
You know, I had an interesting meeting a few days ago
and in the coming months,
it's gonna rain,
but not like the kind of rain that you can recover from.
Good seeing you, Pops.
- Yeah, good seeing you too, son.
- Fontenette!
Man, you have got to be the most ignorant,
hard-headed negro I've ever met in my life.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I thought I told you to stay away from Freeman Lakes?
- I know.
I was just, look I- - No, Fontenette, no.
What you did was disobey a direct order again!
Man, I got a city ready to implode out here
and all you can focus on is your fucking girlfriend!
- What?
No, yo, yo, yo- - Enough!
Enough, man, I'm suspending you indefinitely.
- What?
But boss!
Wait, wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
what, what?
Yo, just...
Just hear me out, boss!
Look, there's something up with Mills.
I've been checking all these files right here.
- No, Fontenette!
You out.
Put your badge and the gun on the table now.
- The fuck you looking at?
- You leave everything right there where it is
and you got five minutes to pack up your shit
before I have you escorted out of here.
You heard?
- Yeah, I heard.
- Good.
Get the fuck back to work!
[slow music]
- What the fuck you looking at?
[birds chirp]
[dramatic music]
- We gotta get the queen to the hospital.
[Neff shivers]
- So yeah, I know she's pretty good looking,
but talk about fucking emotional wreck.
No shit, deja vu.
This is getting fucking messy.
We gotta clean this shit up real quick.
- I know.
I know.
I'm on it, trust.
- What about the girl and that Williams?
Where do they live?
- Williams?
Bam?
That was him that just left with the girls.
You need me to go and get-
- No, no, no, don't worry.
Don't trouble yourself.
I already got some men going over there
to pick up our friend.
[door bangs]
[tense music]
- [Nurse] Are you feeling the baby move yet?
- No, not yet.
- [Nurse] Well, I know you mentioned you had some spotting
this morning, but looking at the screen,
this baby's doing just fine.
- See?
I told you.
That's you and Marcus baby in there.
That's that Zulu blood.
[both laugh]
- Now, you're gonna wanna follow up with your primary OB,
especially if the bleeding comes back
and there's some test your gonna need to take
in order to make sure you and baby are healthy
and capable of carrying full term.
- Tests?
What kind of tests?
[Deja exhales]
[ominous music]
- Mrs. Baum!
You seen all them cops up there?
- [Baum] Yes, I saw 'em!
- [Friend] What's going on?
- [Baum] I told you long time ago
that these traveling nurses are the worst!
- [Friend] What?
- [Baum] All these police all
through this hospital looking for her!
- Yes, I know!
I thought she was nice.
Have you met her?
And Zoey's been raving and raving about her
and now look.
I guess it's true what they say,
you never really know someone.
I wonder what she did.
- [Baum] All I know is Deja is a fraud.
- [Friend] Ooh, girl's not a fraud, stop!
- [Baum] A real fraud.
- [Friend] No! - Yes.
How about the cops just left my department
asking us if we seen her.
- [Friend] What you say?
- Yeah, talking about if we see her to call in at,
what's that, that Code Gray immediately.
- [Friend] What's a Code Gray?
- Girl, don't you know a Code Gray?
That them 'bout terrorist and shit!
- [Friend] Honey, stop.
See, no.
If it's about terrorists, I gots to go,
because honey, I got kids.
- [Baum] You got kids and I got a man, baby. I can't...
[phone beeps]
- [Man] Deja, get out now!
- Okay guys, we're looking for a woman about 5'5,
really slim build.
She's got big, curly hair.
She's about maybe 120 pounds or so.
There she is!
Stop her!
[music continues]
[phone dials]
- Come on, Deja, pick up.
Come on, come on.
Shit!
[music rises]
Deja, get out now!
- Now, a lot of you have believed for a long time that
the DT45 Program involved bioengineering
and I have to tell you that recently
I've started to lean in that direction for reasons,
well, for reasons that I'll,
I'll go into later.
Right now, I wanna talk for a minute
about Critical Race Theory.
To those individuals that are my critics
and who oppose and persecute teachers,
who wanna forbid the teaching of slavery in the classrooms
because they cite that that's
an unnecessary shaming of children
and it makes 'em embarrassed.
Well history, I have to tell you, is not meant...
It's purpose is not to make you feel comfortable.
You teach history so you can prevent atrocities
from happening again.
I mean, there are people out there who believe
the Holocaust never happened.
That it was a hoax or at least greatly exaggerated
and they want that point of view to be taught
in the classroom, so I have to tell you
that these laws forbidding this teaching
or teaching alternative
theories like that ever come to pass.
Those laws come to pass, I have a warning for you,
in 50 years, your children or your children's children
will be oblivious to the fact
that slavery ever existed in this country at all.
Why would you want to obliterate the truth about slavery?
Why?
What's at stake for our future generations?
Think about that.
[phone trills]
- [Man] The man was seen causing a major stir up there.
Do either of you not have the subject?
- Everything is fine.
I assure you, sir, the mayor is going down.
- [Man] What about the BFN situation?
- It's resolved.
I told you our informant would prove useful.
I managed to kill two birds with one stone.
- [Man] Good job.
- Well, thank you, sir.
[music continues]