[geese honking]
- You ready for this?
- I guess.
I got to find my family.
- I'll see you at Freeman Lake.
[ominous music plays]
- [TV News Anchor] The riots and the violence
have come to somewhat of a pause
here in the city of Atlanta.
Several local businesses have been destroyed,
and the damage is said to be astronomical.
We spoke to the commissioner and he said,
that "the city is in a healing period.
We all have to come together to put the pieces back
in order, and help our city get back to normal."
Still at large are our two suspects,
Detective Desmond Fontenette and Shana Barkley,
both are said to be armed and dangerous.
If seen, please do not attempt to apprehend them.
Please call the number on your screen immediately.
I'm reporting live from Atlanta.
- The fuck?
[heavy breathing]
- Fuck, motherfucker I know you.
- Yeah, yeah, you do know me, Detective.
I watched you come around here for two years
looking for your precious friend.
Do you know how hard it was not to laugh
in front of your face, knowing that she was right
underneath your nose?
You are so stupid.
- Where the fuck is she? Huh?
- Long gone, let me tell you something.
If anyone's gonna lead some sort of revolution,
it's gonna be us.
Not some girls who may or may not
be descendants of Freeman Lakes.
- Us. You think they going to give you a piece of the pie?
Huh? They going to kill you first chance that they get.
And you're too stupid.
- Shut up!
You don't know nothing.
- They're just using you, you know that, right?
- What are you talking about?
- So, Mills is behind this, huh?
- Listen, it doesn't matter because you're not
gonna be around long enough to even find out.
- And so are you.
- Man, you know what? I've had enough of your shit.
[Desmond grunts]
[knocking on door]
- What do you want?
- How you doing ladies?
As you know,
the apartments are a little unsafe at the moment,
so we're asking everybody to vacate them.
- That's not going to happen.
- Listen, what I need y'all to do is come with me right now.
- I said, we ain't going nowhere.
So you need to go cut some grass or something.
- Wait, wait, wait. Look look, bitch.
- Bitch?
- Hold on. What did you just call my queen, motherfucker?
[gun cocks]
- Yeah.
- Listen, I don't want no problems.
Y'all can just deal with the cops.
- Oh, we will.
- [TV News Anchor] Thank you, Connie.
Well, there has been growing speculation
that the latest reports coming in from
law enforcement officials, is that the well known,
and reputed Lieutenant, of the BFM organization,
a member known as, Kendrick, is responsible
for the death of Marcus LaCrew, BFMs revered leader.
We'll be tracking the story as it develops.
[Rose exclaims in surprise]
- Auntie, its me.
- Darnell? Why the hell you scare me like that?
- Sh, all right. There's cops all over this place.
- What are you doing here, boy, everybody's looking for you.
What the hell did you do?
- I didn't do anything, Auntie.
They say my print in that missing girl's apartment.
I deliver her food all the time,
of course my prints going to be there.
- Really Darnell? I have told you a million times,
drop the groceries at the front door, and just move on.
Now you done got caught up in this crap.
You ain't got no business in it.
- Look, I'm telling you the truth, Auntie.
I didn't do anything, all right?
I'm going to get outta here.
Lay low until this whole thing clears up.
Just wanted to come back, tell you bye.
- Where are you going, seriously?
- Me and some of the BFM members, we getting outta here,
we're going under ground.
But,
I gotta find my mother.
- Your mother?
You sure that's a good idea?
I mean, she could be anywhere.
- You taught me to never give up, right?
I mean, I gotta try.
Look, I saw a lady that looked just like her the other day.
Made me think, you know,
maybe she's out there somewhere, not too far.
- Look son, are you sure
you want to go down this rabbit at hole?
[knocking on door]
[knocking continues]
- I'm coming.
I'm coming.
- Hi Rose.
I'm looking for your nephew, Bam.
- For what?
- Can I come in? Thank you.
- Wait, what is this all about?
What are you looking for Bam for?
- He's one in connection with the missing woman, Fiona Reed.
- Well, it sounds like a problem for the police.
I'm a little confused as to why my leasing manager
is in my home acting like.
- I ain't no fucking leasing manager, all right?
- Well, the devil comes in all shapes and sizes.
Listen, Bam is not here.
I don't know where he is.
- All right.
Now that's true,
then you won't mind if I look around a little bit, huh?
[gun cocks]
Excuse me.
[suspenseful musics plays]
[cell phone ringing]
Yeah, what is it?
Okay.
I said okay.
I'm on my way.
[suspenseful music plays]
- See, I told you he wasn't here.
- You see Bam,
tell him he needs to turn himself in,
it's for his own safety.
[ominous music plays]
- So we going to wrap this shit up tonight.
We'll get all the girls, we going to put them in one truck,
and we're getting the fuck out of here.
- All right, who's cleaning up
all the mattress and vomit shit?
- Who do you think? Hector.
- Hey boss, they're not leaving.
- Nefertiti?
- Yeah, those BFM motherfuckers are hard headed.
- Fuck.
Stay close.
It's like we're going to have to have
another Philadelphia move bombing.
[dials cell phone number]
- Help! Help!
We're down here!
Help!
Please somebody come back here, we're back here.
- You ask for me?
- Fucking Mills.
- Ah, I see you've met all the girls.
The rest will be along shortly, I'm sure of that.
- The rest?
- Deja, Shana, Nefertiti.
- Yeah, I knew your sneak ass was up to no good.
You know your name appears on all the reports?
So what the fuck is this, huh?
Huh, Mills?
Because you kidnapping black women to do what?
- Don't worry your little mind about it, Fontenette.
I would've left you alone, but you,
you couldn't leave this alone.
- Yeah, of course I couldn't leave this alone.
Yeah, I'm a fucking cop.
- It's just a title, Fontenette.
This here is way bigger than that.
- Enlighten me.
- What are the chances of one detective
writing the reports for all these missing girls?
[dials phone number]
[cell phone ringing]
- Oh look.
It's your old boss.
I think I'll take this one outside.
[phone rings again]
- Reynold!
- Mills, Reynolds here.
So Fontenette, man.
He's supposed to turn himself in.
We're supposed to meet together,
what happened to the courtesy?
- He never showed up.
We waited for him.
I had my men searching the entire city for him.
I mean, if you could shed some light on it, be my guest.
I'm down on the south side, chasing down some leads.
I'll let you know if I hear anything,
and if you hear from him, call me.
[ominous music plays]
- Arnez.
- Deja.
You came back.
It's good to see you.
- Yeah, you too.
What's going on here?
- Oh, everyone's clearing out.
Freeman Lakes is closing down.
There's too much evil in here,
and they going to tear it down, I guess.
- I need your help.
I'm looking for a young man.
His name is Bam.
- Roses' boy.
- You know him?
- Mm.
- I need to see him.
[Arnez mumbling]
- What?
- The boy lives with his aunt in apartment 210, mm hm.
- Thanks, Arnez.
- Yeah.
- You going to be okay?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- I'll be fine.
I'll be fine.
[knocking on door]
- Hi.
- Oh my God.
Wow, this is unbelievable.
I'm sorry, Where are my manners? Come on in.
Oh my God.
- Oh my gosh.
- Cute, right?
- Look at her, yeah.
- So cute.
- What?
- Look at that face.
Same face, Same face.
Same ears.
- Yeah. What was she like?
- You know, we bounced from foster home to foster home,
and we never really connected
how sisters connect.
It was always like, you know,
she was searching for something.
Probably you.
But she did have an imaginary friend.
Yep.
I used to stand outside her door,
and listen to her talk to her.
It was,
I don't know.
As she got older,
she just started disappearing,
days at a time, and then it turned into months at a time.
And,
here you are.
- I really need to find her.
I know she's in danger.
- I wish I could help you.
I honestly just don't know where she is.
Bam just left here looking for her,
and he's just a kid.
I'm afraid for him.
- Do you know where he went?
- No clue,
but I really hope you find them because,
me growing up in foster care as well, you know,
they're the only family that I have.
- Miss Rose, thank you for everything.
- Oh, don't be silly.
You made my day.
So you be safe and I hope you find what you're looking for.
- Yeah, me too. Thank you.
- Okay.
- Mills.
- Detective.
- What are you doing here?
- Chasing down leads.
I got a tip.
A jogger,
said she thought she heard some muffled screams
coming from this area.
The CI also told me that your boy, Fontenette,
was seen walking these grounds with the woman.
- Where's the cavalry? you call it in?
- I am going to.
- Right.
- Wanted to check things out myself first.
A lot of wasted man hours out here, you know?
- Right.
But I'll go with you.
- Yeah.
- Yeah
- Sure.
- After you.
[rhythmic humming]
- That damn sound,
that would drive me crazy.
- No, I think you get used to it.
- Maybe.
[gun shots]
- [Mills] Really gotta do something
about the power in here Reynolds.
- Fuck.
- [Mills] Shit.
A rat.
Watch your step, Reynolds.
Your never know what you're going to find.
Mice.
- Shut the fuck up.
- [Mills] Don't forget to check above your head.
- Shut the fuck up!
[Mills mumbles]
- [Mills] Its not too late to turn around.
[woman sobbing]
- Fontenette!
- [Desmond] Reynolds?
- Fontenette!
Shit, Fontenette.
- The girls all around here,
I gotta Fiona Reed down here.
- You're wasting your time, Reynolds.
- This only is one way, Mills.
- It ends the way I say it ends.
- Yeah, with you in cuffs, motherfucker.
- Adrenaline's a motherfucker, isn't it?
- What the hell's that supposed to mean?
- Check your left torso.
- I'm hit?
Shit.
[Reynolds grunts in pain]
- Fucking Mills.
[Mills grunts]
- I'll fucking kill your ass.
I'm going to fucking kill you.
[Desmond cries]
Hello?
That you, Mills?
Wait, who's that?
- Hey.
Its Arnez.
- Arnez, come on.
- Hey.
- Arnez, come here, come here, come here.
Yo, there's men around here, so be very careful.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, you okay?
- What happened to him?
- No,
He's Reynolds, man.
Be careful, because of these guys.
- How did this?
- Arnez!
What you doing down here, man?
- Hector.
- You need to get back upstairs.
- These guys. They need some help.
- Don't worry about them.
Kevin's looking for you, man.
- Hector, this guy.
- Arnez, Arnez, Don't don't listen to him.
- Arnez you need to get back, Kevin's looking for you.
- Arnez, don't listen to him.
- Don't worry about him, you're my friend, right?
- This guy is bleeding!
- Don't worry about that guy.
- Don't listen to him.
- Hey, Arnez.
- Detective, he works with me.
- No, he's a bad man.
- Look at me.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- We're friends right? We're friends, right?
- He's going to hurt you.
- Hey, Arnez? Hand me that gun, okay?
- The gun?
- Don't listen to him.
- I'm your friend, right?
- I know.
- Okay.
- So what do you want me to do?
- Give me the gun.
- No. No.
- Come on buddy, give me that gun, Arnez.
- Arnez, Arnez, bad man.
- Arnez, give me the gun.
- Arnez, listen to me. Listen to me. Be careful.
- I'll get the gun.
- There you go, get that gun.
There you go, good job.
- Don't worry, I have the gun, okay.
- That's it, man.
- There you go, Arnez, good boy.
- Be careful, Arnez. That's a bad man.
- I should hold the gun.
- All right, now give me.
- I'll hold onto it.
- Arnez, listen.
- Hector, I'm going to hold onto the gun.
- No, no, no. Give me the gun.
- Arnez, do not give him the gun.
- Why can't I keep the gun?
- Stop listening to him, and just listen to me, all right?
Arnez, give me the gun.
- Do not give him the gun, Arnez.
- Why is everybody talking so much?
- Arnez, stop acting like a god damn fool!
Come on, Arnez.
- My,
mama,
aint' raise no fool.
[gun shots]
- Good job, Arnez.
Good job.
Get me outta here.
[cell phone ringing]
- Mayor Brown.
- [Desmond] Mayor. This is Detective Fontenette.
We need to talk.
- The date is November 13th, 2022.
The time is approximately, 2:30 AM.
I'm here with Agent Cordell Jackson,
about the chain of events
that occurred in Freeman lakes, earlier this evening.
- As I mentioned earlier, we were in the process
of moving out the remaining women
to be transported to one of our other facilities.
Shortly after, Mills put in the call to
wipe out the compound, so we were in the process
of clearing it out, where at that point,
I spotted our subject in question.
To my surprise, fake Harriet Tubman ass,
returned to Freeman Lakes.
To what I believe,
was an attempt to try to rescue the remaining targets.
- Okay.
Proceed.
- So at that point in time,
I confronted the subject.
Led her into the forest where she was then, eliminated.
- So,
you're confirming,
the aforementioned is in fact,
dead?
- Why'd you sell your people off?
- Money.
[gun shot]
- Yes, sir.
Affirmative.
She's dead.
- Hello?
- [Recording] Collect call,
from Gwinnett County Correctional,
do you accept these charges?
- Yeah, I accept.
- [Kendrick] Yo, Nef. It's Ken.
- Yo, Ken, what the fuck?
What happened?
- [Kendrick] Look look, I ain't got a lot of time, okay?
You just gotta know.
I ain't have nothing to do with Marcus's death.
I would kill myself before I kill my brother.
You know that shit, our bond ran deep.
- I know, Kendrick.
Look, I never thought you had anything to do with that shit.
- [Kendrick] I'm glad to hear you say that shit, man.
Look, me and Marcus been crew since the sandbox.
I would never do anything like that to hurt my brother.
- Look, you stay safe, King.
When do we get to see you?
- [Kendrick] Wish I could answer that.
- Is Steph with you?
[crowd chattering]
- Fuck.
What's good, King?
- You tell me.
- I don't know.
You the reason we in this pissy ass alley.
What's on your mind?
- Hey, what you have to do with Marcus' death, man?
- Nigga, what?
Bro, you're tripping.
Because of all that shit,
yo, that was my family, you know.
- Come on, Steph, look.
You know I put in the work to get all this information,
before I came at you, so don't try to play me, nigga.
Who the fuck you working for, man?
You got two options, my nigga.
You come clean to me,
or I tell the whole BFM,
and they handle you, how they handle you.
However they see fit, you know what that means.
Nigga, say something, man.
- I was looking at seven, bro.
Like, I can't do seven years in prison, bro.
They came to me,
and they just asked me to keep my eyes and ears open.
And then like, I was going to have a free pass, that's it.
- Look at me. Nigga, you were spying on us?
- That's not what.
- Shut up, man.
Who man?
I said, who?
Nigga, don't play games with me.
Who sent you here?
Answer me, dog.
You can't?
You better speak man.
- I can't.
- You can't what?
- I can't say it.
I can't fucking tell you.
- Really?
You better say something.
Steph, I promise you, I could kill you.
My nigga, say something.
- I can't. I can't do time, man.
I got people.
I got kids, bro.
- Steph.
- You gotta respect.
- Nigga, I ain't gotta do shit, man.
Yo, dog. You a sell out, my nigga.
- That's not.
- Yes you are, man.
Yo, why Marcus?
- Yo.
We didn't do that, bro. It wasn't us.
We had plans to meet with Marcus, yeah,
but it was just to talk to him, like I can't.
Bro, it's so much fucking bigger than you know, bro.
Like it's so much.
[knife stabbing]
- Look at me.
No one man is bigger than the movement, nigga.
[somber jazz music plays]
- [Kendrick] Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
Yo look,
I gotta go.
Just say stay safe, Queen, all right?
Peace.
- Peace, King.
Shits about to get real.
- What happened?
[jazz music plays]
- It's here.
Marcus was right, y'all.
It's here.
Do y'all hear it?
The war drum.
Do y'all hear it?
The revolution is here!
It is time for a revolution!
My brothers and sisters,
we have severed the head off the snake,
and he is angry.
Now it's the time for us to rise up,
as a unit,
as a people,
as brothers and sisters,
it's not by accident that we are here, where it all began.
The strength of our ancestors is here
in the soil of this place.
And one day, one day they'll rise up,
and stand with us and fight with us as one.
We're not leaving, we're not leaving.
I,
I declared this land,
this hollow land
as descendants
of the ancestors of Freedom Lakes.
This land, this hollow ground,
the autonomous ground, of BFM.
Of BFM.
We're not leaving.
What is it?
It's revolution.
What is it?
It's revolution.
What is it?
It's Revolution.
[crowd chanting "BFM"]
[gun shots]
[police radio chatter]
[gun shots]
[explosion]
- I now speak to you as the newly elected Mayor,
of our beautiful city of Atlanta.
Thank you.
- It's from your mother.
- My mom's dead.
- Read it, Munchy.
- [Mama] Dear Munchy,
This may come as a surprise to you,
but I'm alive.
So much has happened over the last two years,
you can't even imagine.
I have so much to tell you,
and I miss you dearly.
The man who just gave you this letter
is a part of the BFM movement, you can trust him.
[intense music plays]
We're breaking you out, Munchy.
Follow his instructions,
hold tight, and know that I love you.
I'll see you soon.
PS, welcome to the revolution.
[ominous music plays]