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- Previously on "Average Joe."

- You want to fucking dance? Pull the trigger, bitch.

- Get the fuck out.

- Please-- - Get the fuck out!

Listen, Teddy put you in the safe house

because your house isn't safe.

- In four days when the shadow has passed our line,

you will have paid us $40,250,000 U.S.

[tense music]

Do you understand?

[train whistle blows]

- That's my first car.

What the fuck is that at the bottom of it?

- There's this bar. It's called R Jay's Cove.

I think this is how you get in.

[siren wails]

[person gasps]

- You need to get out of here right now.

- But I'm not leaving without you.

- I need you to be safe.

♪ ♪

- Police are searching for four Americans.

- Cathy, we got a problem.

[gunshot] - [screams]

♪ ♪

- [sobbing]

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

[birds singing]

[soft suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[door closes] - [sighs]

Mama?

- Imani, what are you doing home?

Shouldn't you be at work? - Yeah, I should be.

But I drove all the way to-- there's my jacket.

all the way to work and realized I forgot my work keys.

And you know Dad's going to kill me.

I don't know where I put them.

Please help me, Mama. I'm so late.

- Um, yeah, here they are.

- Oh!

Thank you. - [chuckles]

- What would I do without you?

But--and then where are you going?

Why wasn't I invited to this impromptu holiday?

Mom, what's wrong?

- I'm--

I'm leaving your father.

- Huh?

[car horn honks]

No.

- My taxi's here.

- No, no, no, no, no. Mama, wait.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait!

What--what-- what's happening here?

What are you-- what do you mean?

- I'm leaving. - No, Mom.

- I can't live like this anymore.

All your father's secrets and all his lies.

- Mommy, please.

- He has another family, Imani.

- What?

♪ ♪

- In America.

♪ ♪

He has-- he has another family.

I--I heard him

on the phone talking about his son, Joe.

And he probably has another wife, and another daughter.

- No. - That's where he goes.

- No. - When he's gone on business.

He's with his--

he's with his family in America.

- Oh, Mama. No, no.

That--that--that-- that can't be true.

Mama, no.

- I have to go.

- No, Mama!

- Imani, please! Please.

- OK.

[somber music]

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

I'm--I'm sorry that I put Dad's feelings

before yours, OK?

♪ ♪

You--you can leave him.

And I'll be right here.

♪ ♪

But this is your house, OK?

This is your home. You built this home.

Mama, why are you the one having to pack your bags

when he's the one that's destroyed this?

He should be the one that packs his bags,

and he should be the one that leaves.

♪ ♪

- Thank you.

- I love you so much. - Oh.

- Mom-- - I love you, too, so much.

♪ ♪

Oh, my sweet, sweet little girl.

And I love this-- I love this home!

This is myhome.

[soft dramatic music]

And you, you should get back to work.

- No, I'm not leaving you.

I-- - No, Imani, Imani.

I'm fine. OK?

I'm fine.

I'm going to go and unpack my bags and start packing his.

I want to do this. I need to do this.

OK? Go.

- I love you so much, Mama.

♪ ♪

See you later, OK? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, and tell the taxi driver he can go, OK?

- OK.

[tense musical crescendo]

- ♪ I fell in love with a liar ♪

♪ I fell in love with a liar ♪

♪ I fell in love with a liar ♪

- [sighs]

- ♪ 'Cause your love is so wrong, is so wrong ♪

[door opens]

- Imani?

[footsteps]

Imani, is that you?

[tense electronic music]

Imani?

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

- [chopped and screwed] ♪ Fell in love with ♪

[lion roars] - ♪ A liar ♪

[lion growling]

- Come on, man, answer the fucking phone, all right?

God damn it.

Touch ain't fucking answering. What about Phyllis?

- She's not answering either.

- Fuck. Fuck.

- What about Cathy and Leon, maybe?

- Fuck them.

Answer the phone, dog, right now.

All right? Hit me back.

♪ ♪

- Leon. Baby, tell me you're OK.

Baby?

Are you OK, baby? Come on, please!

- Ah!

- Ah! Shit. - I've been hit.

Oh, god! - Where?

The fuck? - I'm hit.

- I see--I see it. Let me see. Let me see, baby.

- [heavy breathing] How bad is it?

[tense musical crescendo]

- Fuck it. It's just a scratch, Leon.

Had me all worried and shit with your overreacting ass.

- I was not overreacting.

Maybe next time, don't ask me if I'm OK

if you don't actually care if I'm OK.

- Let's see if this motherfucker's still here.

[gunshots]

Oh, shit!

All right.

- Voicemail. - Who are you calling?

- Joe!

[gunshots] I've been shot.

- It was a scratch, Joe.

- Shot by a bullet, Joe. [panting]

Look, I'm going to ping my location just in case.

Look, I'm sorry for--

I'm sorry for everything.

I love you.

- OK, fuck this shit.

I'm not about to die in this half-star motel.

Come on.

[tense music]

[gunshot]

Shit!

♪ ♪

Close the door.

♪ ♪

OK, OK.

We're going to have to jump.

I think we can make it.

- Yeah, no. I don't think we can make that.

- It's only two stories.

- Two stories?

Who the fuck are you, Chun-Li?

- The fuck is a Chun-Li?

- [sighs] Only the greatest street fighter ever

in the greatest game ever called "Street Fighter.

- We do not have time for your nerd shit, Leon.

- Look, if we can get to the next room,

we can jump out of the window into that garbage can.

- I'm not jumping into no fucking garbage!

- Well, then, fine.

We'll stay here and die in this disgusting fucking motel room.

- Fine.

OK, on three.

- One, two, three.

[loud thump]

[person grunts]

What the fuck was that?

- [breathing heavily]

[whip snaps]

[medieval music playing]

[soft thump]

♪ ♪

[soft thump]

♪ ♪

[soft thump]

[whip snaps]

- Art thoust ready to take this girthy member,

you putrid, little horse man?

- Please, fair maiden, useth my buttocks for thoust pleasure.

[loud thump] - Jesus!

- Ah! - Shit!

- Don't mind us.

Just--sorry, uh, continue with your freaky sex play.

- Uh, and by freaky sex play,

she means creative body sharing.

We're not kink shamers.

Love is love.

- Get the fuck out--

[gunshot] - [screams]

- Fuck!

[tense percussive music]

The ass of the centaur is dead. - What?

- Dead ass!

Whoever's been shooting at us, they know we're in here!

We gotta go. Jump! Go now!

- Ah!

[screams]

♪ ♪

- [screams]

[groaning]

♪ ♪

- Hey, come on. Look.

- Hello? Hello? - Hey!

- Get down!

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

- We got to get the fuck out of here.

- OK, back there.

♪ ♪

- OK, go.

- I'm not leaving without you.

- Hey, you got to get a head start.

Your leg.

- OK, you got me? - Yeah.

- [groans]

♪ ♪

[gun clicks]

- Shit!

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

- Hello.

- Officer Tuchawuski. Hmm.

What is an American police officer doing in my country

running around my city, killing my men?

- OK.

Um...

Fuck you.

[laughs]

[spits] Ow.

[sarcastically] No, please. Oh, stop.

Don't. Ow.

- Where is my heroin?

- Oh, OK.

OK, now, yeah.

OK, now it's all coming together for me.

Are you talking about, like, say, 700 keys of pure H?

That number sound right to you?

- Where?

- Could be anywhere.

- Where?

- You know, I've met a lot of drug dealers in my time.

Fuck, lots and lots of them.

And the only ones who go this nuts over a lost shipment...

are the ones who bought their shit on credit.

Is that you?

[suspenseful music]

That is you, huh?

Oh, shit.

You bought your dope on credit

and now people want to get paid.

So who do you owe? Huh?

Who's coming after your pathetic ass?

Can't be the Colombians, the Mexicans.

Africa's too far away even for them.

Could be the Russians. Is it the Russians?

[gasps]

No, wait.

It's the fucking Afghans, isn't it?

I'm right, aren't I?

It's got to be the fucking Afghans.

Boy, are you fucked.

[laughs]

- [laughs]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Very good, my friend.

- We ain't fucking friends.

- Hmm.

♪ ♪

- No, we are not.

- Hey, how you doing?

[groans]

Fuck.

♪ ♪

Damn.

[Sipho laughs]

♪ ♪

- Come here.

- Coming.

- Fuck.

[crickets chirping]

- Oh, yes!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[grunting and snarling]

- Fuck.

- Motherfucker!

[shouts]

[hitman screams]

[Cathy groans]

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

♪

- Who the fuck was that?

- The fucking hitman.

- Hitman? - Yeah.

- The fuck y'all doing with a hitman after you?

- How the fuck should we know?

- Come on, let's get the fuck out of here

before he come back.

- Yeah, OK, baby. - Come on.

♪ ♪

[hitman snarls]

♪ ♪

- I'm not here for you, Joe.

- Wait. Michelle. Shh.

♪ ♪

- Come on.

♪ ♪

- [shouts]

♪ ♪

- Joe, you good?

- [shouts]

♪ ♪

[Cathy shouts]

[groans]

♪ ♪

- [shouts]

[crack]

♪ ♪

[hitman shouts]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [coughing]

[hitman groans]

[labored breathing]

[Joe snarls]

♪ ♪

- No!

- Why won't you fucking die?

- [screams]

♪ ♪

- [shouts]

♪ ♪

- No!

♪ ♪

- [shouts]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- So you won't tell me where my heroin is?

Mm.

What about the girl? Hmm?

Where is Teddy's daughter?

- [labored breathing]

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Anita.

- Anita who?

- Anita get out of here so I can go fuck your wife.

[laughs]

- [laughs]

He wants to go and fuck your wife.

[laughs] You are very funny, my friend.

- I amfunny.

- He wants to fuck your-- [laughs]

- Yeah.

- You're very funny.

You know, this-- this guy is very funny,

and, uh...

refused to talk.

[tense music]

How many more people have to die

before I get my heroin, Officer Tuchawuski?

Hmm?

Teddy?

Teddy's wife?

♪ ♪

Billy G with the big mouth?

♪ ♪

- Well, you're just going to have to put me on that list,

bitch, 'cause I ain't saying shit.

F-f-fuck.

[Sipho chuckles]

♪ ♪

- Ah, mm.

You want to die.

♪ ♪

Very well.

- You have no idea.

♪ ♪

Fuck off.

- And the broken man wept,

for he knew his spirit would never find peace.

- Not gonna do it.

Do it!

♪ ♪

[cane slams on floor]

♪ ♪

- I need you to find me those Americans.

- We will find them.

- Fuck you doing? What are--what are you doing?

Where are you going?

Hey.

♪ ♪

You should have fucking killed me.

[switch clicks]

[mechanical clanking] The fuck is this?

What the fuck is this?

[mechanical clanking]

[metallic creak]

[lion growling]

[lion snarls]

[chuckling] Oh, shit.

Fuck me.

[lion snarling] Fuck me.

[tense music]

Fucker.

[lion snarling]

Hey.

OK.

Here you go, big guy.

Come on.

Come and get me.

Come and kill me, bitch.

♪ ♪

Good boy.

Come on.

Fucking kill me.

Kill me!

Yeah, there you go.

♪ ♪

[lion growling]

[lion roars]

Come on. Come on.

♪ ♪

[wet crunching]

♪ ♪

OK.

Shit.

Ah. Just playing games, huh?

You just want to fucking play your games, I see.

♪ ♪

Where are you going?

[lion growling]

♪ ♪

[sighs] Fuck.

♪ ♪

[door opens] Shit. Fuck.

What the fuck are you doing here?

- This way. - Shh! Stop!

[lion growling]

What are you doing here?

You need to get out of here right now.

♪

Go.

Run. Run. - [gasps]

- You need to run. Get out.

[lion growling]

Hey. Easy, big guy.

No. Hey, lion.

Lion! Over here.

Hey, fuck! Lion! Lion!

[lion snarling]

- [yelps] - Lion!

[lion snarling]

Fuck! Ugh!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[lion snarls]

Fuck.

♪ ♪

Hey! Hey!

Over here!

♪ ♪

Come on, motherfucker.

♪ ♪

You want this?

Come on, motherfucker!

Here we go.

Here you go. You want that, yeah?

Phyllis, be ready.

When I throw this, you run for that door.

You ready?

Come on!

♪ ♪

Now!

[ethereal vocal music]

♪ ♪

[Phyllis screams] [lion roaring]

♪ ♪

[lion roaring]

[ethereal music fading]

- [sighs] - Why would you do that?

[both panting]

- [groans] I saw-- I saw them take you.

I had to do something.

- You should just let me fucking die.

- [laughs] I can't allow that.

- Allow what?

Stop! What is this?

You--I know you think you're some kind of healer.

- I am a healer, Benjamin!

- If I say I want to die, you fucking let me die!

You can't heal me!

[lion growling softly]

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [muttering indistinctly]

OK.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

Come here.

Hello.

♪ ♪

OK.

♪ ♪

Thank you very much.

- They broke into our room like maniacs.

And then they--

- And they shot him. The Americans shot him.

- Hmm.

No, the shots did not come from inside the room.

There was a sniper here.

- Why would a sniper shoot Gary?

He was a freak, but he had a heart of gold.

- They were not here for Gary, ma'am.

- Then why is Gary dead?

- Officer Jacobs will take your information

and then see you home.

[sighs]

[sighs]

The Americans were pursued by an unknown sniper.

Bullet casings found here at the motel

are similar to those recovered in the desert

where Ziri Coetzee was shot.

Could be the same shooter.

We'll need ballistics on that.

[suspenseful music]

I no longer believe the Americans

are the hunters in this case.

I believe they are the hunted.

♪ ♪

Ah.

Ah.

Right.

Sniper rifle inside the delivery van.

Put gun through ballistics and run the van.

Most likely, it's stolen.

[indistinct radio chatter]

So, uh, did anyone see where the driver went?

- No, Detective. - Ah.

Just make sure that no one contaminates the scene

until forensics arrive.

- Of course, sir. - Good.

- Uh, may I say, Detective?

- Yeah?

- I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thank you, Officer De Vries.

Thank you.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Akinyemi, you got a minute?

- What can I do for you?

- Seems like our cases are converging.

- [chuckles] Mm-hmm. How so?

- Well, Jacobs told us that a couple of Americans

were involved in this motel shooting.

- Yeah, and?

- And we are investigating some Americans.

Who may have killed some men

down at a fish shack in Hout Bay.

- Yeah, I've heard about that.

But it's interesting that Americans' passport photos

were on TV before anyone was even assigned to this case.

- Hmm. - [chuckles softly]

You know, we thought so, too.

Must be a leak.

You wouldn't happen to know anything

about that, now, would you?

- No. You?

- Of course not!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Well, call us if you hear anything.

We're going to need to share information on this.

- Absolutely.

OK, then.

♪ ♪

- Touch!

Touch!

[door closes]

[Joe sighs]

- Hey.

Thanks again for saving our asses back there.

We cool?

- Cool?

Oh, no, we're not cool.

Just 'cause I don't want to see you dead

doesn't mean that we're good.

You all can stay here until you figure your shit out,

and then you go.

- Yeah. No, I get it.

- I don't.

Ain't it fucking obvious, Joe?

- Cathy, what's obvious? What?

- That your daddy hired that hitman to kill us.

- My--Teddy is dead, Cathy.

Damn! - Is he, Joe?

Where's the fucking body?

He done died and resurrected once before.

Who's to say he won't do that shit again?

All I know is that that delivery motherfucker

was there to kill Leon and me, not you.

I know Teddy would set that shit up.

- OK, maybe he did.

But what the fuck do you expect?

You tried to steal 700 kilos of heroin, Cathy!

You want to play big, bad, goddamn drug dealer?

Well, you're playing it.

[laughs] And this is what the fucking game looks like.

Fucking deal with it.

[suspenseful music]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- [whispers] I'm so sorry.

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

- Hey. - Hey.

♪ ♪

- How you feeling?

- Like someone murdered my mom and left her to rot.

♪ ♪

Sorry. Um, are your friends OK?

- They're not my--

They all right.

- We need to go to R Jay's Cove.

Dad is pointing us somewhere, and we need to go.

- Imani, what is-- what is wrong--you--

your mother just died.

Just take a minute to-- - Take a minute?

No! Dad's clues are leading us somewhere.

We need to keep following them.

- [sighs]

Is there something you're not telling me about Teddy?

- No.

- Huh? - No.

- Hmm? - No.

Of course not.

- All right. Give me a minute.

While I try to figure out where the fuck Touch and Phyllis are.

And I don't know why these motherfuckers

trying to kill you and trying to kill us.

It's just-- it's just so fucking much.

I just need to take some time for a minute, all right?

- Yeah.

- So get some rest.

- Mm. - Sorry about your moms.

- Me, too.

Me, too.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[bells ring]

- [groans softly]

Oh. Ah, thank you.

Oh, shit.

- N-no, sorry, not there.

Anywhere else.

I'll just come this way.

- Listen, um, I just want to apologize

for what I said back there.

I was, um--[sighs]

You know, the lion and--and-- and--[sputters]

My adrenaline was off the charts.

And...

well, I'm--I'm sorry.

So this place is cool.

This is--it's where you do your whole sangoma thing or?

- You have your coat.

I think you should go upstairs.

Your friends are looking for you.

- Touch! What happened to you?

- What the hell are you two doing back here?

- Apparently, Joe's dad hired a hitman to kill us.

- The fuck?

- That's right, a motherfucking hitman.

- Shit.

Because you found his-- - Heroin. Yeah.

- Shit. Does Joe--

- Joe knows.

- Shit.

- Yeah, he helped us kill him.

- Shit! You killed the-- - Hitman?

Yeah.

- Shit.

- Um, I really would appreciate it if this conversation

happened elsewhere.

This is-- this is not the place for--

- Damn it, Touch, I've been trying

to call you for the--fuck--

fuck happened here?

- Oh--[mutters]

Fuck, it's a long story,

but I figured out who's coming after Imani,

who's coming after us.

- Who?

- I saw him.

His name is-- - No, no, no.

Don't say that shit to me right now.

Not in front of them.

Come on, let's go.

[door opens] - Joe, wait.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

- They're trying to cut us the fuck out!

You got to go up there, find out what they talking about.

- No.

- What do you mean, no?

- I mean no.

♪ ♪

[door slams]

♪ ♪

- Ah, Phyllis. You still have my gun?

- Yes. It's in my bag at the shop.

- Thank you.

[keyboard clicking]

- This is the man, Sipho.

- "Local Businessman Sponsors Today's Celebration Parade."

- That's a badass drug dealer, Joe.

- Let me guess, heroin?

- Exactly.

And someone stole about--

- 7--700 kilos of fucking heroin, right?

Fucking Teddy. Teddy shit.

- That's why this Sipho was coming after Imani.

He's got to think that she knows where he hid his stash.

- Mm-hmm.

- And before this motherfucker unleashed his lion on me,

he told me-- - [mutters indistinctly]

Lion?

- Yeah, Joe. He's got a lion.

- Like lion-lion? - Yeah, man.

Like fucking lion-lion, like, this close to my face.

- The fuck?

- And before that motherfucker unleashed his lion to kill me,

he told me that he killed Teddy.

- Wow.

- Teddy's wife, clearly Billy G.

- Teddy's wife, Jamila?

- I guess.

- Sipho killed my mom?

- Imani, we--we're--

I'm sorry. Didn't know you were there.

- This guy?

This guy killed my mom and dad?

[somber music]

I'm fine! I'm fine.

What's the next move?

What's the next move? - Next move?

- What's the next move? Is it R Jay's Cove?

- There-- there is no next move for you.

Look, you have been through a lot.

Let us handle this, and do what we--

- Stop--stop--stop treating me like a fucking child, Joe!

Fuck, man!

- Imani. - I'm fine!

Fuck.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Yes. That's more.

I can't believe Sipho would throw all this money away

on those drunken street rats.

If that was my money,

I wouldn't give a penny to those useless twats.

But that's what Sipho doesn't understand.

You have to treat the commoners like the vermin they are.

- Like the vermin they are.

Hmm, hmm.

So my friend, tell me.

What else don't I understand?

- Sipho, I was just making a joke.

- Hmm.

It did not feel like a joke.

Felt like you believe that you are the leader of men.

You are the chosen one.

- Never! No.

- Perhaps you should take this gun and kill me.

Show the world it should be you, not me.

- Sipho, please.

♪ ♪

- Kill me.

♪ ♪

[Sipho scoffs]

♪ ♪

[henchman weeping]

♪ ♪

- Look at me.

Hmm. Hmm.

♪ ♪

And I fell at his feet and thought,

surely, this is the hour of death.

But the Glorious One bent His golden head

and touched my forehead with His tongue

and said...

Son...

thou art forgiven.

[henchman gasps]

Come, let us go and bless the beautiful people of Cape Town.

One day, I shall lead their salvation.

[henchman weeping]

- What?

- We got caught up in Teddy's mess.

You know that, right?

I'm sick of all these fucking clues

and games and all this shit.

I'm getting you out of Cape Town tonight.

Come on.

- I'm not leaving.

- What do you mean, you're not leaving?

Like, why?

No disrespect, but your parents are dead

and the guys who killed them, they after you.

Why don't you want to leave?

Like, what-- what aren't you telling me?

- I'm the reason that she's dead.

- Who?

- My mom! My mom, Joe!

She was leaving Dad.

The taxi was outside.

She was on her way out and I told her to stay!

I told her that he should be the one that leaves

and that she should unpack her bags!

She wouldn't have even been there if it wasn't for me.

I got her killed.

- No, no, no.

- I told her to stay.

- Listen to me. No.

Imani, none of this is on you.

- Oh-- - None of it, you hear me?

None of it.

This is Teddy.

This is what Teddy does.

Teddy creates families and then destroys us.

I didn't have a chance to say goodbye to my mom

because of him.

Teddy cares about Teddy.

He got your mother killed, not you.

None of this is on you, you hear me?

- Yeah.

It's just, please, Joe, I just need to be alone.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[siren wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

Hmm.

♪ ♪

Unidentified white male.

About, uh, 40s.

He was found dead not too far from the Penguin Motor Lodge.

Long-range rifle found at the scene

matches the gun residue on his hands.

And ballistics can confirm that

this is the same rifle used to kill young Ziri in the desert.

It's the same rifle that

fired a bullet into the motel room of the Americans.

And the same rifle that killed the gentleman

who was dressed up like the backside of a centaur.

Huh.

♪ ♪

Suspect's fingerprints have been burned or lasered off,

denoting suspect as a possible killer for hire.

But the question then, I suppose, is...

who hired him?

♪ ♪

- So what do we know about this token?

- It's a place called R Jay's Cove.

Imani told me about it.

Said that it was like a local-only spot.

Said it could get pretty fucking nasty in there.

- Wonderful.

And do we know why Teddy used to hang out at this place,

or are we just going in blind?

- Bro, we going in blind.

I don't even know what we really supposed to be, like,

kind of like looking for.

Are we-- [footsteps]

Can we help you?

- Is it OK if I get a glass of water?

- If you're thirsty, you're thirsty.

- Motherfucker.

[scoffs]

[Leon sighs]

Hey. - Hey.

- You know, Joe got the nerve to act like he don't trust us

when it was his daddy who hired a hitman to kill us.

Him and Touch over here acting all secretive and shit.

- I really don't have the strength for this

right now, OK?

- Well, you better find the strength.

I know them motherfuckers found another clue.

We gotta figure out a way to get them

to start trusting us again.

- Oh, my god! Stop!

Jesus.

Cathy, if you want people to start trusting you,

then I don't know, maybe stop doing untrustworthy shit.

- [scoffs] The fuck is that supposed to mean?

- You know I love you.

And you know I will ride for you.

But those guys are our family.

- Mm-hmm.

- Joe fucking saved our life, like, an hour ago,

and you're already pumping him for information?

Joe and Touch are our fucking family,

but you've been too busy living your life like Frank White

to remember that.

Well, I haven't forgotten.

And if you want to get our family back,

you need to start thinking about

someone other than yourself.

Fuck.

Go change--I smell like a fucking dumpster.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [sniffling and sobbing]

♪

[knock on door]

♪ ♪

- Hi.

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your, um--

the thing that--

I was--

I can come back if it's-- - What do you want, Benjamin?

- Um...

I need my gun back.

You said that you still have it.

- [sighs]

Of course.

More death.

- Well, hopefully not.

- [sighs]

[tense music]

It's--

It's not here.

- Say what now?

- It was in my bag.

- Well-- - Are you--

- Are you sure it was in there?

Did you maybe-- did you bring it upstairs?

Maybe just stuck it in a drawer or something?

- I--I wouldn't--

♪ ♪

I wouldn't misplace a gun.

- I know. OK, I understand.

But please think. Would--I mean--

- When we came home, the gun, it was in my bag.

- Oh, shit. - And now it's gone.

- [sighs]

It's Imani.

It's Imani. Shit.

- [gasps]

[flames whoosh]

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [exhales deeply] What happened to him?

Hmm.

[distant telephone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Huh.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Let's see now.

[clears throat]

[sighs]

Case files.

[suspenseful music]

Right.

Let's see.

Hmm.

Hmm.

[Akinyemi mutters indistinctly]

♪ ♪

Eh?

♪ ♪

[people singing and clapping]

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

- OK, this is a lot.

We going to have to split up, all right?

If you see her, get her out of here as quick as possible, OK?

All right? All right, let's go.

♪ ♪

[band playing energetic music]

♪ ♪

[soft upbeat music]

- Hey. How you doing? How's your leg?

- It's fine.

- OK, do you want to take a break?

Give it a minute? Give it a rest?

- I'd love to, but we got to find Imani.

- What about if I go up ahead

and you stay here and just see if she passes by?

- OK, why are you in such a rush to get rid of me?

- I'm not, Leon.

It's just we barely fucking moving.

I'm trying to take your advice

and think of Imani more than myself.

But you making it really hard.

- OK.

Sorry. Let's, uh, let's pick up the pace.

- OK.

On your left!

[upbeat guitar music playing]

♪

- Imani! - Huh?

- Imani!

♪ ♪

I'm so--I'm sorry! - Oh, I--

♪

Please, please, please, please, please help me protect her.

Please help me find her. Please help me find her.

Please. I need to find her. - Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, it's all right. - I need to find her.

- We'll find her.

- What if we can't find her?

- We will.

Calm down.

- You calm down!

♪ ♪

I could not save the people that I love.

I couldn't save the people-- I couldn't save my sister.

I couldn't-- I couldn't save Imani.

[crying] Imani's all I have left.

Please, please, please, please.

Imani!

- Phyllis, hey!

[all singing and cheering]

[energetic music playing]

♪ ♪

- My people!

♪ ♪

[people cheering]

♪ ♪

[people cheering]

♪ ♪

[tense somber music]

♪

- Sipho!

♪

Sipho!

♪ ♪

Sipho!

♪ ♪

My mother!

[gunshot]

[people screaming]

♪ ♪

- Run! Run! Run!

[tense dramatic music]

- The girl! Let's get the girl!

♪ ♪

- [gasps] Please, please, please.

- Let's go. Let's go.

- Please don't--

♪ ♪

Imani, run!

- Joe!

♪ ♪

[Joe groans]

[both straining]

♪ ♪

- Why are you so fucking strong?

- Welcome to Africa, bitch.

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- [groans] I gotta stop doing that.

- [groans and sighs] Thanks, brother.

I gotta go get Imani, man. - Yeah.

- Go ahead, I'll catch up.

[panicked indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

- What?

Stop with it. - Come with me or you'll die.

- OK, OK, OK.

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK.

Please just don't--please.

Please. Please. Please. Where are we going?

No! OK. Please.

I'm not going in!

Ah!

Stop it!

- You want to fucking die? - Get off me!

- Get in the fucking car! - No, I'm not going!

Help! No!

No!

♪ ♪

- Imani, go!

- Cathy!

♪ ♪

Fuck off!

- Imani!

- Help! - Imani!

- Help! Help! Help, Joe!

Joe! Joe!

♪

- Imani!

[panting]

♪ ♪

Imani!