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Leti's pregnant.

She hadn't told me yet.

Aunt Hippolyta's not the only
one who went through the portal.

I went to the future.

That's my son.

It's our family story.

Please tell me
there's a happy ending.

What did you do to me?

The curse...

couldn't have you telling
anybody about our little chats.

The negatives of Titus' pages...

They're yours if you make
Atticus invulnerable.

No. Not for Atticus, for you.

Letitia Lewis!
We have a warrant.

Hey! Get your fucking hands up!

No!

D! I'm coming!

D! What's wrong, baby?!

- Man, we should've
been watching her.

- I mean, I should've been.

- Not if you just kept her
from leaving the house.

You knew she was upset.

- She came by my house,
too, looking for you.

- You could've picked
up the damn phone

and let somebody know.
- I was on my way out.

I told her to stay inside
until I came...

- You just let her go? Let...

- Stop pointing fingers.
You all are to blame.

Now how do we fix this?

- We need to call Christina.

- Hell no. Look, we use

the same spell we've been using

to protect her from whatever
this is.

- We can't risk Dee's life

fucking around with more magic.
- She's right.

We got lucky with our shit.

We need somebody who knows
what the fuck they're doing.

- You think that white witch
gonna help us?

- Yeah, she will,

because I'ma give her
Titus's pages.

- What?

Those could be
the very thing she needs

for whatever she's planning
for the autumnal equinox, boy!

- It won't matter, Pop. Shit.

I'm calling Christina
to save Dee.

- Wait.

Christina
already has Titus's pages.

I gave them to her.

- Shit, Leti.

- Tic, I-I went to her
to trade them

for invulnerability for you,
to protect you,

but she... offered me
invulnerability instead.

- And you took it?

You took it and fucked
all the rest of us!

- Pop, Pop.

- You better back up!

- You said no more magic!

That's what the fuck you said,
Leti!

But you used that shit
to save your own ass, huh?

- She had to protect herself.
She's...

- Ruby, please.

- Those pages were
the only leverage we had left.

- No, they weren't.

Christina will help Dee...

for me.

- She's gifted.

The detail's incredible.

I can tell from these
the curse is a combination

of Titus's pages
and Horatio's stolen ones.

- Can you remove it?

- No, not without
the Book of Names.

The police captain
sealed that with his body.

He's the only one that can.

- He's dead.

- How?

- There was a gas explosion
outside my house.

- Can you use my blood instead?

- No.

It isn't a-a magical cure-all.

I can... perform
a restoration and reset

the curse's cycle,
but eventually...

- Dee will die.

- Do it.

- On one condition.

You come willingly
back to Ardham

the night
of the autumnal equinox.

I'll need you all
to help channel intention.

And Dee was born here.

Births make locations
ripe for spellcasting.

But first I have
a personal matter to attend to.

While I'm gone,
trace this symbol

around the apartment.

And get her temperature

back to as close
to normal as possible.

- What'll we do for the body?

- The blood of her
closest relative should do.

- Hippolyta.

- Is gone.

Pop?

It's on you.

- Why isn't it working?

- I don't know.
We've done the spell perfectly

each time.

- We can't kidnap
another nigger.

It's already gonna be impossible

to cover this all up.

- Looks like
the "Cop with Nine Lives" luck

has finally run out.

- You're supposed to be dead.

- The wound will come back,
no matter how many times

you try to swap spare parts.

- C... Christina. Please.

- I was perfecting
William's metamorphosis spell

when the idea
just suddenly came to me.

Regeneration could be life or...

could be a curse.

- Please.

- Every time that I turn
back into myself,

William dies all over again.

That's what I wanted for you.

A thousand deaths.

But I'll have to settle
for just the one.

- Really, Pop?

You're supposed to be down here
getting chalk

so we can finish the symbols.
Come on.

What's that, gasoline?

- Yeah, could be.

- Old George calls it Road Rash.

Never did tell me
the ingredients.

You know, if he was here,
none of this would've happened.

If I could go back in time,
I'd take that bullet.

- Don't talk like that.

I should... I should've never put
Dee on you.

- His last words to me was,
"Take care of our family."

- You are.

Shit, you said the spell,
saved me.

Your blood's gonna restore Dee.

And we're gonna figure out
how to save her, too.

- My blood might not work.

- Why wouldn't it?
You heard Christina.

- You might be George's son.

- Mama cheated on you
with Uncle George?

- You see, me, your mama,
and George... we... we grew up

close together, son.

What we went through
that night at the massacre...

you live through
something like that,

it makes an unbreakable bond.

- Ah, shit.

Shit.

I spent so much time
sitting in that chair,

hiding from another one
of your ass-whoopings,

watching Un...
George work on the guide,

wishing he was my father,
and now you...

- Christina's back.

Dee's fever's broken.

- Is Dee sick?

- What do you know about magic?

- Ruby?

You can't trust her.

- And you think you can trust
Atticus and his crazy father?

The way he came at you earlier...

- Oh, Tic stopped him.

- Leti, you're sounding
real stupid right now,

just like Mama
running after all of her men.

Now, if you just got
out of your feelings

and opened up your eyes,

you might notice
that Christina ain't try

to hurt either one of us.

- I was shot!

- By her father.

She then healed you
and made you invulnerable.

Shit, you need to be getting
in this car with me.

- Has she told you
about her plans

for the autumnal equinox?

Huh?

Because if Atticus
has to come willingly,

it's probably a spell
that's gonna kill him.

- Where are you taking Dee?

- What's the source of magic?

- Uh, the Book of Names.

- Where's the Book of Names?
- It's gone.

- Gone? What does that mean?

- If you'd just slow down
a minute...

- The spell book.
Give me more information.

- What's going on?

- My mama's family
was keeping it in Tulsa.

It burnt up in the massacre.

- Dee's curse...
the source of magic...

Tulsa...

- Can we get this child
back upstairs,

get her comfortable?
- She's got 24 hours.

It'll take 6 to get there.

- Where?
- The observatory.

- The time machine?
- What?

- It's a multiverse machine.

- It's broke.

You shot it up.
Don't you remember that?

- I'll fix it. Take me three,

maybe four hours.

- It won't matter
if you can fix it.

We don't have a key anymore.

- I won't need one.
This tech will work.

- Wait a goddamn minute.

You said you want to get
a time machine,

what, to go back to Tulsa?

Hippolyta, I don't know
where you disappeared to,

but you're starting
to sound crazy.

- I was on Earth 504,

and I was there the equivalent

of 200 years on this Earth.

I could name myself anything.

Infinite possibilities
that came with infinite wisdom,

and I'm gonna use all of it
to save my daughter.

Now get in the fucking car.

- Who was she?

- The groundskeeper
at my father's summer estate.

Her name was Dell.

- How did she end up in a coma?

- Your sister hit her
over the head with a shovel.

- Did you only help
Diana to get to Atticus?

Leti said that you went to her
to spy on him.

All that shit you said
about seeing magic in me.

That was a lie.

- I never once
asked you about Atticus.

- I'm not stupid, Christina.

My mama was a hustler.

I was your plan B.

- You asked for my help today,
and I came for you.

And yes, I saw an opportunity,

and I took it,
but I'm not using you.

I'm not your mama
or your sister,

and if you can't see
the difference...

- Are you planning
on killing Atticus?

- His blood is a component
of my spell to become immortal,

and I need all of it.

The way my father

and the other members
of the order

discussed magic...

It wasn't particular.

They... they spoke of it
as they would money,

politics, or any other means

for bending the world
to their will.

I want to use it
to experience it.

All of it,

an eternity of firsts.

Every step to my ascension has
been meticulously planned out.

Atticus was going back to Ardham

since the moment
he first stepped foot there.

The only variable was time...

and now you.

- Promise me
you won't hurt my sister.

- I promise.

- When I used to imagine
being white,

I always saw myself
as a redhead.

- He might not be yours.
- You might be George's son.

- You shut your fucking mouth!
- Uncle George!

- I spent so much time
sitting in that chair,

hiding from another one
of your ass-whoopings,

wishing he was my father. Now...

- You wanna put
a flower in your hair?

Preening in the goddamn mirror!

- Please, I promise, Dad,
I won't do it again!

I promise.

- Begging won't save your hide.

I said pick a switch!
Pick a switch!

- I'm almost finished
with this circuit board.

I've just gotta get it
turned on, is all.

I'll do the rest.

Thread the red wire
with the silver one.

- Like this?

- Like how I taught you
to French braid

Dee's hair.

Go on.

- I had a reason for taking
the invulnerability.

- You're pregnant.

- Ruby told you?

- No, Tic did.

Seems Hippolyta wasn't
the only one

that got swallowed up
by that damn machine.

Tic went to the future, too.

- Why didn't he tell me?

- Because he learns that he dies

in Christina's spell.

- All right. I'll take that.

- Hippolyta said
there's parallel universes.

It might not be true.

- And what if it is? Huh?

By you handing
over those pages...

you might have a hand
in the death of my son.

You'll understand
when you have yours.

There's no making this right.

- It's a boy?

- Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What you doing? It's working!

- There are upwards
of 60 trillion

parallel universes.

We need to rewind
to this Earth's Tulsa in 1921.

The computer needs a motherboard

to give it instructions.

- What's a motherboard?

- Me.
I'ma jack into the machine.

I'm gonna need that picture
you keep in your wallet

to triangulate.

- You know, when Mama was alive,

Daddy saved every penny he made

from the Pullman Porter tips

just so he could give us
one night a year

at the Stradford.

Me and George used to eat...
- Here.

- I'll concentrate
on the Stradford.

Once you're there,
be careful not to do anything

that might change this future.

Now, whatever's
going on between you all,

leave it here, right here.

It's our only chance
to save Dee.

- Aunt Hippolyta!
- Wait, wait, it's working.

- Go!

- Look at the nigger faggots.

- Think I don't know
what the hell's going on

under my roof? Huh?

A flower in your hair?

- Please, I promise, Dad.

I won't do it again. I promise.

- Pick a goddamn switch!
Begging won't save your hide.

I said pick a switch!
Pick a switch!

- Montrose! Montrose, go! Go!

- They ku-clucking again
down at the courthouse.

Crackers.

- Still, ain't no reason
to be shutting down the dance.

- They find a way
to ruin everything.

- I look so pretty in my dress.

- Saying something
about some kind of dance.

It's canceled.

- That was Booker T. Washington
school's prom.

They closed
the school just hours

before the mayhem started.

- Didn't they burn
Mama's house down

that first night?

- With her whole family inside.

- We want a chance of
getting that book,

we better go now.

- Yeah, you're right.

We don't need
no extra attention.

We need to blend in.

- I'll take care of your bag.

- Good morning.

- We'll cross the tracks.

There's a shortcut
on the white side of town.

- When we get to the house,
you knock on the front door.

They won't recognize you.

Distract them,
but be careful not to...

- I know. I can't say anything

that might change the future.

- I'll sneak in the back
and try to find the book.

- It's probably in
your great-grandmother's room.

Montrose, do you remember
which one that is?

You okay?

- Wrong with you?
- God damn.

Of all the days
for your bullshit.

Dee's depending on us.

- Boy, shut your mouth.
I only had a few sips.

- You're pathetic.

- Wait!

- Boy, you have no idea
what you're walking into.

- God damn.

- You think you know war?
You don't know shit.

- Man, take your sorry ass
back to the portal.

- He can't go back.
He knows where your mama lives.

We need him, Tic.
- Shit, I don't.

I took your bullshit,

your beatings,
your berating, forgave Mama

and Uncle George
for not protecting me

from your ass, now...

'cause I thought you was
my father.

Fuck that.

When this is done,

when Dee's safe, we're done.

- The two houses on the corner,
those are your mama's and mine.

- All right, Leti, you up, hmm?

- All right.
- Wait, wait, wait.

- Think I don't know
what the hell's going on

under my roof? Huh?

Pick a switch!

- Please. I promise, Dad,
I won't do it again.

I promise.

- Begging ain't gonna save
your hide.

I said pick a switch!

Pick a switch!

Move your hands!

- He caught me
in George's prom jacket.

They paid good money
to have it made at Byar's.

Didn't need me messing it up.

- Get up!

You wanna put a flower
in your hair

and be preening
in the goddamn mirror?

Not in my house!

- That was, uh...
- Please!

- It was George's corsage.

I deserved it.

- Don't nobody deserve this.

- Stop! You're hurting him!

- Mama?

- Please...

- Dora, don't...

- You better move, girl,

before I give you something
to holler about.

- Verton!

Chastise your boys how you like,

but mine... you leave her be.

- Hell y'all looking at?

The hell y'all looking at?

At least I ain't the only man
in the house.

- You, uh...
you look real pretty.

- Why did you just stand there?

- What did you expect me to do,
fight my own dad?

- I expect you to help
your brother,

who's always getting more
lickings than you seem to get.

- She was wrong.

George helped me
more than anyone else.

- Go on. Put it on.

- Dora, your prom's
been canceled.

- What? What happened?

- Don't know.

Miss Anna Mae called
and told Mama just now.

- Guess we should go
look for my brother.

- They have no idea
what's about to happen to them.

- Where's Montrose?

Where the hell'd he go?

- Shit.

- Hey. He went that way.

- Ah, hell.

- He's going to warn
Uncle George.

- What?

- Gonna warn him
about getting shot at Ardham.

- He knows he can't do that.

- He was talking
about it earlier, Leti.

- Hell. We gotta go find him.

Come on.

Tic.

Tic? - Yeah.

Yeah. Shit.

They told me this story
a million times.

They going to the park,
gonna get beat on

by a bunch of white thugs.

That's the park they, uh...
He stopped at earlier.

- That park is
over 20 minutes away,

and he's had a head start, so...

- Yeah, we can't
get him and the book.

We gotta split up.

Meet back at the Stradford?

- Yes.

We should name him George.

You should go.

- I spent so much time
sitting in that chair,

wishing he was my father.
Uncle George!

- Wait!

- Hey, boy! Ha ha!

- Eeny, meany, miney... moe!

Catch a nigger by her toe.

Come here, gal!

Whoo-hoo!

Where you going? Whoo!

Damn it, you got her!

- Come on!

I got one for all you crackers.

- Come on! Get in my house!

- Come on, get in the house.
Get in the house!

- What the hell's
going on out there?

- They were being shot at.

- I was on the phone
with Anna Mae.

She started screaming,
and her line went dead.

She said there was a mob
at the courthouse.

This is about that mess
with Dick at the Stradford.

- Them two men
that was chasing you.

Where'd they come from?

- She's had a fright.
Let her catch her breath.

Go and get her
some water, Beulah.

- What's your name, honey?

- Letitia.

- Tell us what happened to you.

- Verton...
- If there's more coming,

then we need to know, damn it,

so we can protect ourselves.

- There's a truck of them
at the end of the block.

- There's no time to waste.

We need to get the hell out
of here.

- Not without the kids.

- Hold on a sec.

- Okay, I'ma slip out the back.

There's only a couple places
they can be.

- I think you'll be safer
here with us,

but if you got family
to get to, then...

- I'll stay.

- Here.

I'll keep watch on the roof.

Martha, Mama, y'all hold
steady at the front.

Beulah, take our new friend
Letitia to the back.

Hey.

If anybody comes close,

you shoot to warn,
then you shoot to kill.

- You can't do this.

- What the hell
you following me for?

- You can't warn Uncle George.
Ah, shit.

I wish he were still alive, too,

but we don't know how
saving him could change things.

- I ain't here to warn George.

- What you doing here, then?

- Montrose!

- Who's that?

- Name is Thomas.

He's about to get shot
in the head

if I don't save him.

- Do you see anybody?

- No.

- I'm just so nervous.

Not for us... we'll be fine.

Daddy's got
skeet shooting trophies.

He's the best shot
this side of the tracks.

But Dora?

- I'm sure Mr. Freeman
will find her.

- But what if he doesn't?

We got into the nastiest fight
earlier.

I said some horrible things.

I was just jealous
she was getting

to go to the prom
with George Freeman.

You won't tell that I'm sweet
on him, will you?

- No, I won't.

- Good, 'cause Mr. Freeman's
gonna find her,

just like you said,
and I'm gonna apologize

for being such a brat,

and everything's
gonna be okay, right?

- Yes.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- That's Daddy's gun.

- Get away from the window!

- Mama, Nana Hattie!
What do we do?

- Go check on her.

- I lost that boy's name.

Couldn't even say it
before today.

You see,
he couldn't just be dead.

He had to never exist.

That was the only way
I could go on

and not die here with him.

I could save him now.
I could save him.

- I'm sorry about what happened
to your friend,

I really am,
but you can't save him.

- Yes, I can.
It won't change nothing.

It'll change nothing, son.
- Listen, listen, listen,

listen. Listen to me.

You don't know that, all right?

- Let go, God damn it. Let go.

- Listen, listen to me.
Listen to me.

If you don't end up with Mama,
I won't exist.

My son won't exist.

- I c...

- Just stop...

and think...

About what you're risking.

- I have.

Thomas won't mean much.

He's just the first
in a long list of sacrifices

I made to be your father.

- You a faggot...

- You see right there?

I'm telling him we can't be
friends no more...

'cause he's a faggot,
and I'm not.

I lied to him
and myself for years.

I cut out all the soft parts
of myself

just to be a man,
because men have sons.

I swallowed my pride
when we found out

your mama was pregnant,
and you could be George's.

But you were my son.

You had to be.

I did it all,
and I would do it again,

because the only thing
I ever wanted to be

was your father.

So it can't change.

It can't.

- You better be sure
of that, Pop.

- I see. So you're a coward.

- Ah, shit! Come on.

- What you doing in here, gal?

- I was hoping I could get
a better shot.

- No.

You was looking for something.

Knew you felt off
from the start.

Ain't never seen shoes
like yours.

Who are you?

You best start telling truths,

or it's a bullet
between your eyes.

- I'm from the future.
I'm Dora's son's girlfriend.

I'm here because we need
the Book of Names.

- The good testament's
the only book I know.

- Gil,
they're coming down the street!

- I'm coming, baby!
- Please.

I'm running out of time.
Now, we need the Book of Names

to help save a little girl
named Diana,

your great-grandson's cousin.

She's been cursed.

And we need it to help protect
him, too,

from Christina Braithwhite.

And I know all this
sounds crazy,

but I can prove it.

You have a family birthmark,
yes?

Atticus saw it in the picture

of your cousin Ethel.

It looks a little something
like this.

- Dora's son.

You came to the past
for the book.

We die here, don't we?

- You know about Dora
and George showing up,

getting saved by the stranger,

but see, I never told nobody

this part of the story.

- What's going to happen to us?

- Hey, where you going, coon?

- Come on. Come on!

- We got so scared,
grabbed hands.

We ain't ever so much as touch
in public,

scared somebody would know.

- Get away from the door!
Get your things and let's go!

- Please, wait!
We can't change it.

- I can't just stand by
while they kill us.

- I'll never forget
that cracker's scream.

"Nigger faggot!"

- Please, listen to me.

Dora escapes
with your cousin Ethel.

She grows up.
She marries Montrose Freeman.

Together, they have
a beautiful baby boy.

We call him Tic

because Atticus
is really a mouthful.

And I fell in love with him.

I am in love with him.

I don't want him to not exist.

But we can't change any of it,

because the future, my baby...

- Mama! Mama! Where are you?

Help me! -

- Montrose!
Get off of my brother.

- George and Dora showed up
like my own personal cavalry.

We were lucky
they only had one gun,

or else we'd have all been dead.

- "For I know the plans
I have for you,"

declares the Lord,
"plans for welfare

and not for evil,
to give you future and a hope."

When my great-great grandson
is born,

he will be my faith
turned to flesh.

- The book is bound.
I was told to protect it,

but never to open it.

Here are the words you'll need.

Now go, before you can't.

- I'm spelled with magic.
Fire can't hurt me.

- Just when we thought
all was lost,

a stranger showed up,
swinging a baseball bat

like he was Jackie Robinson,

hitting home runs
with their heads.

- Dora, get back!

- He saved us all.

The last thing he said
before he disappeared was...

"I got you, kid."

- Something's wrong.

- Get up!

- We must've fucked something up

coming through the portal.

- You're
the mysterious stranger.

- I'm ready.

I hope the good Lord is.

Pray with me.

Our father...

Who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name...

- Sometimes I wonder
what to say to you now

in the soft afternoon air
as you hold us all

in a single death.

I say, where is your fire?

I say, where is your fire?

You got to find it
and pass it on.

You got to find it
and pass it on from you to me,

from me to her, from her to him,

from the son to the father,

from the brother to the sister,

from the daughter to the mother,

from the mother to the child.

I say, where is your fire?

I say, where is your fire?

Can't you smell it
coming out of our past,

the fire of living, not dying.

The fire of loving, not killing.

The fire of Blackness,
not gangster shadows.

Where is our beautiful fire

that gave light to the world,

the fire of pyramids,

the fire that burned through
the hulls of slave ships

and made us breathe?

The fire that made guts
into chitlins,

the fire that took rhythms
and made jazz,

the fire of sit-ins and marches

that made us jump boundaries
and barriers.

The fire that took street talk
and sounds

and made righteous Imhotep raps.

Where is your fire,
the torch of life,

full of Nzinga and Nat Turner

and Garvey and Du Bois

and Fannie Lou Hamer
and Martin and Malcolm

and Mandela?

Sister, sister,
sister, brother, brother,

brother, come,
come, come, come, come.

Catch your fire. Don't kill.

Hold your fire. Don't kill.

Learn your fire. Don't kill.

Be the fire. Don't kill.

Catch the fire and burn

with eyes that see our souls...

- I got you, kid.

- Walking, singing,

yeah, building, mm-hmm,

laughing, ha ha,
learning, yes, loving,

yes, teaching, mm-hmm, being.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey,

young, young, young brother.

Hey, hey, hey, young, young,
young, young sister.

Here is my hand.

Catch the fire and live, live.

Live, live, live.
Live, live, live.

Live, live, live.
Li-li-li-li-li-li-li...

- Gotta get back!

- Oh, shoot!
We should go over here.

- Go, go, go!
- Let's go, let's go!

- Move!

- Go, go, go, go, go!
Go, go, go!

Leti! Leti!

I gotta go find her.

- There's something wrong
with the portal.

I can't keep it open!

- You have to! Leti!

Leti's not back!

Oh, shit!

- Peg Leg Taylor's last stand
on Standpipe Hill.

Oh, that was something.

Still, they burned down
Byar's Tailor Shop.

Dr. Jackson,

"best Negro surgeon
in all America"...

Shot in the face.

Mrs. Rodgers
lost her invalid daughter.

White Phelps

took in Negroes,
hid 'em in the basement.

Commodore Knox.

They did him in the worst.

And Thomas?

- Come on, do it for Dee!

- Aunt Hippolyta, come on!

- Did we get it?

- We got it.

We fucking got it.

Bad robot!

Magic
is not something to be feared.

But a gift to pass on.

- This has never been personal.
- The hell it ain't.

You're trying to kill my son.

This book belongs to our family.

And together, we gon' use it...

to protect our family.

For every person in the world...

it's gonna change everything.

It's too damn risky.

Look what we've been through
to get here.

We can't stop fighting now.

It's time.

What did you do?

We have a choice.

I hope you forgive me
for this one last secret.

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