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- Come on, light up.

Goddamn it!

- Mama!

- Pumpkin, I asked you

to stay in the car.

- Mama, I don't think

we're supposed to be here.

What does this have to do

with Pop's death?

- He was here.

I'm sorry.

I just can't figure it out.

They need to tilt based on

how they rotate on their axis.

- Did you kill them?

- No, they were already dead.

I just... transformed

their blood into a potion.

- Ruby, it's okay.

- You have been lying to me

this entire time.

Nothing that has happened

since I met William...

Shit, you... has been real.

- What you know of William

is true.

Captain Lancaster

did try to kill him,

and in fact he succeeded.

- So this has...

This has been about revenge

for your dead lover?

- Yes.

I want revenge for William.

But I want so many

other things too.

- Just listen, please.

Please.

My father was a leader in

the Order of Ancient Dawn.

- What the hell is that?

- It's a group of powerful men

who wield magic.

They don't allow women to join.

I begged my father to teach

me anyway, but he refused.

I sought William out to seduce

him into being my teacher,

to prove I could be better

than the son

my father wished he had,

but the more William taught me,

the more I realized

how silly it was

to limit my pursuit of magic

around impressing my father.

William's spell,

which I completed,

was the beginning

of bigger ambitions.

I could be so much more.

Do things most people

couldn't even imagine.

- Like fuck me.

As a man.

- I never lied to you.

The words may have come out

of William's mouth,

but they were mine.

- I wanna know everything.

Right now.

No more secrets,

no more half-truths.

Every fucking thing.

- The whole truth

involves lost pages

from the Book of Names

and your family.

You been up here all night?

- I translated

about half the pages.

The ceremony at Ardham

was complicated.

They had this symbol,

written in chalk

all over the lab,

which makes me think

it's important.

And then they had all these

weird mechanical elements

I-I've never seen before.

- It's not as simple as

just saying the words.

- Titus and Samuel

and that entire lodge

spent decades

studying this stuff,

and they all died

in failed attempts

at casting these spells.

- Not you.

Not Hanna.

She managed

to escape the fire,

ran right out the front door.

- How you know

she ran out the front?

I don't, not really.

This'll probably sound crazy,

but...

I think I had a dream

about her this morning.

- Were you in the lodge

while it burned around you?

I might've had

the same dream.

- Uh, Hanna's standing

in the doorway.

I felt like I'd been

chasing after her, and I'm...

- What?

You're what?

- I'm, um, not scared.

Even though the house

is burning around me.

How are we having

the same dream?

- I think Hanna might be

trying to tell us something.

Warn us maybe.

But I can never hear her.

Could you?

- She doesn't

say anything in mine.

She's just standing

in a doorway

smiling with that book.

- What book?

- All the things to take

when you're pregnant

and running out of your

master's burning house,

and you stop to grab a...

- The Book of Names.

- No, it can't be.

If Hanna escaped

with the book,

wouldn't there be magic

in your family?

- I barely know anything

about my mama's side.

She's the only one who survived

the riots in Tulsa.

If the Book of Names

is still out there,

that's not just

some more spells.

That's instructions

on how to cast them.

- Christina's

going after the pages.

We gonna get

the whole damn book.

- Oh, come on, baby.

Love me tonight.

- Well, good morning.

- Morning.

I figured since

I spent the night,

I could at least

make breakfast.

- No, what you figured,

since this was the first time

I let you spend the night,

you would make a big old

production out of breakfast.

- Drop the needle

in that record for me.

- Yes, sir.

- There's nothing in your

cabinets but whiskey,

so I went to the store.

On the way,

I ran into this woman

with this cute little

African scarf.

Would you believe, she said

she got it at Marshall Field's.

I ain't never seen

not one colored

go into that store.

- That was Bernice.

My neighbor.

- It was at the bus stop.

She didn't see me come in

or out of here.

- What's this, pork?

I don't eat pork.

They ain't have no

beef sausage down there?

- The Queen of Sheba herself

don't eat beef sausage.

When'd you get off of pork?

- Why are these grits

so runny, Sammy?

I-I like my grits firm.

You... you know this.

- What you gonna moan

about next,

that the coffee is too wet?

- Too much sugar in it.

- Why is it

that every time

you feel like

we're getting too close,

you make it a point

to show me

you don't care about me?

- Did I say that, Sammy?

Don't put no goddamn words

in my mouth.

- No, I'm not gonna let you

play me crazy this round.

- Hey, Sammy.

Wait.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

- So it is true.

You are a faggot.

- I'm still

your goddamn daddy!

And you'll respect me!

Get outta here!

You get out!

Don't you ever call me out

of my fucking name!

- Did Mama know?

- Yes.

- Why y'all come here?

- I, uh...

I asked him how he found out

about your mama's family.

He said she had a cousin

that survived the riots too.

He tracked a friend

of hers down in St. Louis.

We get Woody, yeah?

It's only a three-hour drive.

- Okay, yeah.

He said he had to whup my ass

so I wouldn't be soft.

That's not the real

fucked-up part.

The fucked-up part is

I told myself it was because

he cared about me.

Wasn't never about me.

He was beatin' my ass,

whuppin' my ass,

beatin' my ass

'cause he's a...

- Thank you for babysitting,

Ruby.

I know it was last-minute.

- No, it's no big deal.

I had to get out of the place

I was staying for a bit anyway.

- Dee, you ready

to go over the checklist?

- It's all there.

Don't need to go through

this stupid checklist.

- This was a tradition

with her father.

Checklist topped off by

a travel comic for the road.

- Well, I'll get her

to invite some friends over,

have a party

while Mom is away.

Pick up her spirits.

Oh, right.

- Thank you, Ruby.

- Hey, Aunt Hippolyta,

you heading out someplace?

- A guide trip.

- We were hoping we could

borrow Woody for a day or two.

- Well, obviously you can't.

- It's important.

- So is my trip.

- We just sent out

a new print,

and Uncle George would not

want you driving around here...

- Did George put you

in charge of the guide

before that sheriff

you say shot him?

- No.

- Then I sure as hell

don't need your permission

to do guide work.

Back up.

- Looks like we're taking

the bus to St. Louis.

- Shit, yeah.

If we leave now and get

to the house and pack a bag,

we can maybe get there on time.

- Yeah.

- Or I can go by myself,

if you want to stay,

talk to your sister.

d

- So where have you

been staying?

- How many days

after I moved out

did you start to care?

- Ruby.

Things have just gotten away

from me a little bit lately.

- Do tell.

- Doesn't matter.

It's no excuse.

Our last fight

was one of our worst,

and it was my fault.

I should have told you about

the money coming from Mama.

All these time I've spent

thinking about all the things

I hated about her,

it never occurred to me that

I could actually become her.

I may not be

a hustler like her,

but I tried to hustle you.

For that I'm sorry.

- I never heard Mama apologize

in all her life.

So maybe y'all aren't

exactly the same.

Hi.

Ah.

- Let me get you some more

macaroni and cheese, baby.

- Excuse me.

- Ms. Osberta.

- Hmm?

- How'd you know

my cousin Ethel?

- Our husbands served

on the deacon board

at First Baptist Church.

Sherman and I were married

for 30 years.

- So y'all met at church

and just stayed friends?

- Mm-hmm, yes, oh, yes.

Not long after Sherman

went on to glory,

Ethel's husband passed too.

It was hard,

and we just didn't want to be

two lonely widows anymore.

So one day Ethel said to me,

"Bertie..."

that's what

she always called me...

Said, "Hey, Bertie,

I don't know what's left

"for two old gals like us,

but this sure ain't it."

But you asking about

your mama's people, huh?

Lord, Ethel loved

to talk about them.

They were so close growing up.

So close.

- She ever...

say anything about

the Book of Names?

- I don't recall that.

Oh, wait.

You know, I do think there was

some kind of family book,

but from the way

Ethel talked about it,

I thought it was something

like a photo album.

- Mm-hmm.

- Or a family Bible

or something like that.

- That might be it.

I've been trying

to track it down.

I was wondering, did she

tell you anything about it?

- I'm sorry.

It's gone, baby.

It's gone.

Those white folks

burned up everything

in the massacre.

You ever saw a photo

of your cousin Ethel?

- No, ma'am.

- Well, let me get that

photo album then.

Uh-uh, don't get up.

Don't get up.

f

- That's ten.

- Ooh!

- Y'all didn't even make board.

- Ha ha!

- When's Bobo coming back?

'Cause he know how to play.

- Damn, I can't concentrate.

I'm hungry.

- Mm-hmm.

- When's dinner?

- Let me check.

Don't want you two

to have any excuses

next time we kick your asses.

- Don't you dare ask me

when dinner's gonna be ready.

- All right, fine.

But you... you never told me

where you've been staying.

- I'm still on the North Side.

- Hmm.

With a white man, then?

- Seems to me

you oughta be concerned

with your own love life.

Your boyfriend

paying you rent yet?

'Cause Atticus seems

to be the only man

from the South Side

without a job.

So what does he do

to keep himself busy?

- Oh, he's a big help

around the house.

That house needs

as much help as possible.

- It looked like you

and Mr. Fix-It

were trying to hit

the road earlier.

- Tic just had family business

in St. Louis.

- Why didn't you go?

- Because I had my own

family business here.

- What?

- Get over here.

Taste this.

Tell me what it's missing.

- Ooh.

What's in there, garlic?

- What is wrong with...

You love garlic!

- I might be developing some

of your allergies or something.

- That or you're pregnant

with Junior Mr. Fix-It.

d

- Oh, Jesus.

- Oh, that's the church's

woman's retreat

I was telling you about.

Guess who that is.

Who could that be

at this hour?

Hello?

One moment.

For you, baby.

- Hello?

- Hippolyta's had Hiram's

orrery the entire time.

She must've taken it

from the house.

- How you know that?

- I'm looking

right at the damn thing.

It has, like,

a set of coordinates

engraved in the top.

The way she was

acting earlier,

I think she knows we lied

to her about Uncle George.

- Shit.

She ain't on a guide trip.

- If she's going where

this thing's leading her,

she's in danger.

- Mass, rotation,

velocity, and radius.

Mass, rotation,

velocity, and radius.

The length of time it takes

for each planet

to travel around two suns.

433, 124...

- Captain Lancaster

appreciates it a lot,

keeping an eye

on this place.

- Hey, sir, what makes

this machine so special?

- How the hell

did it get turned on?

Over there.

Let's go.

Speak up, gal!

Who are you?

- Sir, I-I just

got lost on the road.

- Don't lie to me.

How'd you know

how to turn this thing on?

- Larry, is that you?

- Atticus!

- Oh, shit.

[machine sparking

- No!

Tic?

Atticus?

Who are you?

What are you?

- I am.

- Where am I?

What are these things

in my arms?

You can't keep me here.

- You are not in a prison.

- No, no!

No, let me out!

Let me out!

Somebody help me!

Somebody!

Somebody help me!

Salt in the air

on the beach.

Sufficient oxygen.

I didn't get dizzy

when I wasn't in the ship.

Is it a ship?

Am I on another planet?

The sand was

strangely springy.

No, I was lighter.

Not like Orithyia Blue on Mars,

but just enough to feel it

in my tendons.

Gravity turned

down just a notch.

Come on, come on.

What would Dad say?

Gustav Mie.

He warned of gravity shifts

in the future.

There's no known planet

with sustainability.

Was she human?

64 number settings.

From zero, zero, zero

to 999.

d

Makes the total

possible combinations...

Ten to the 192nd...

power.

63 trillion

celestial...

panoramas.

Let me go!

- You are not in a prison.

Where do you want to be?

- Name yourself.

- Name yourself.

- What the fuck

are you talking about?

- Where do you want to be?

Name it.

Who do you want to be?

Name it.

- I want to be dancing

on stage in Paris

with Josephine Baker.

- Go. Go.

- Ahh. Ah.

- Presenting

Miss Josephine Baker!

- Stop your gawking

and do the moves.

See, go!

- We rehearse for 12-hour days,

and for what?

You make us all look bad.

- The manager must stop

with the American girls.

They always make us look bad.

- And this one's the worst.

Clearly not ready

for the big time.

- Ha, you ought

to take your ass

back to wherever

you came from.

- Listen, cheri!

Cheri.

Now, we've all had

those nights, even me.

Lord, you should've

seen my ass

back at Old Chauffeur's

in St. Louis.

But you've got to come

correct tomorrow.

Now, here's the step.

Yes.

Ah.

You're not in America anymore.

You've got to loosen up.

Loosen up.

- Salud.

Salud.

- Salud.

- Got a match?

Oh.

Hmm.

- Got that look again.

- Nights like this,

I burn so bright,

I feel like a star.

- You are a star.

- No, no, cheri,

not like a movie star.

Anyone can be that.

Me, I feel like the stars

in the black of space...

Magnificent, ancient,

and already extinguished.

Most of the girls never notice

when I get like this.

You know just where to look.

You've found that same thing

in yourself, haven't you?

- Being here has

only shined the light

on that old dead feeling.

- Hmm.

They don't call it

the City of Lights for nothing.

- Now that I'm tasting it...

freedom...

- Hmm.

- Like I've never

known before,

I see what I was robbed of

back then.

All those years,

I thought I had

everything I ever wanted,

only to come here and discover

that all I ever was

was the exact kind

of Negro woman

white folks wanted me to be.

I feel like they just found

a smart way to lynch me

without me noticing the noose.

- Don't it just

make you angry?

- Furious.

Sometimes, I just...

I want to kill white folks.

And it's not just them.

I hate me.

Hate me

for letting them

make me feel small.

And I hate...

- Who else do you hate?

So...

Miss Hippolyta,

what are you gon' do

with all that anger?

- I am Hippolyta.

I am Hippolyta.

I am Hippolyta!

- All that screaming

won't save you now.

You're not making a baby.

You're in a fucking fight.

- When you fall

to the ground in defeat,

you may find yourself asking,

"Why am I here?

"Why should I bother

getting up when I know Nawi

is a great warrior,

and I cannot win?"

Well, I will tell you

why you're here

and why you must get up.

You are here because

you did not believe them.

Your whole life,

they told you you were free,

and when they said that,

they meant you were free

to cook their food,

free to raise children,

their children,

free to work for them.

They even lied to you

and told you

you were free

to run the world.

- But it is still their world.

You are here because you knew

that all they offer

was the freedom

that a well-kept slave

could ever ask for.

Now, I cannot tell you

what true freedom is.

You have got to find that

for yourself.

But today, you are still

too afraid to go looking.

But I, Nawi,

will strip that fear away

one blow at a time.

Now get the fuck up!

And raise your sword!

- We are here

because we did not

believe them

when they told us

our rage was not ladylike.

We did not believe them

when they said our

violence goes too far.

We did not believe them

when they said

the hatred that we feel

for our enemies is not godlike.

They say that to women like us

because they know what happens

when we are free,

free to hate when we must,

free to kill when we must,

free to bring destruction

when we must.

That is our freedom,

that is our prayer,

no matter what they think of us

after we grind

them into the dust.

That is our love!

I am Hippolyta.

George's wife.

What are you looking at,

George Freeman?

- My wife.

- But it was when I was

trying to escape

that white room

I told you about

that I realized that it wasn't

another planet at all,

and it wasn't a time machine.

Remember, I read you

some of that one article

about the many worlds.

- Mm-hmm.

- That's when I knew

that the equations

in the many worlds theory

had to be accurate.

I certainly thought they

might be before, but never,

never could I have imagined

anything like this.

Baby, a world

where I can name myself

anything.

- So is... is this real then?

If you're on

another planet Earth,

am I still here right...

Right now?

- I don't know what...

exactly it all means.

But...

God, it feels real.

That's what matters.

- Yes.

And after all your adventures,

everything you saw,

you still named

yourself my wife.

What's wrong?

- I think now I can name

this thing that's been

eating at me quietly,

so quiet.

Sometimes,

I thought I was... tired,

Sad, or...

missing you when

you were out on the road,

but really, I was...

I was angry.

So angry.

Because for so much of my life,

I've been shrinking.

When I was a kid,

I thought I was big enough

to have every right to name

something out of this world,

and then I just

started shrinking myself.

By the time I met you,

I'd already gotten so small.

And I thought you knew

how big I wanted to be.

I thought you saw me.

But you just stood by

and let me shrink myself

more for you.

- Hey, uh, Hippolyta...

Hippolyta, why didn't you...

You tell me you felt this way?

- I tried.

I tried so many times.

I tried.

You... you had to see that.

- May-maybe I did, but I-I-I...

I fell in love with you

because you were so curious,

and I knew deep down inside,

there was a...

There was a discoverer

in you, but...

You're right.

I led you,

helped you shrink

so we could have a family,

so that I could go

and do what I had to do

and know that you were safe

at home, waiting for me.

I'm so sorry.

I see now what that cost you.

I see you now,

Hippolyta Freeman.

And I want you to be

as big as you can be.

- I am Hippolyta.

Discoverer.

- I'm not real.

I'm just like you.

You don't exist

in this society.

If you did,

your people wouldn't be

seeking equal rights.

You're not real.

If you were,

you'd have some status

among the nations

of the world.

So we're both myths.

I do not come to you

as a reality.

I come to you as the myth.

Because that's

what Black people are.

Myths.

- I got curious.

- Now that

you've named yourself,

we can fully integrate you

into our society.

You no longer need

the devices on your wrists.

- Is the change permanent?

- Yes.

- And if I don't change,

can I go back through

that portal

that brought me here,

back home?

- Yes, we can send you back

to your Earth.

- Hmm.

Home.

Feels like the wrong word.

How can I fit in everything

that I am now...

...into that place?

That Hippolyta.

She was so small.

But Dee...

She needs me.

Hmm.

Aunt Hippolyta?

Aunt Hippolyta?

Come on!

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