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This is the story of a boy and his dream.

But more than that,

it is the story of an American boy

and a dream that is truly American.

What's the matter? Where ya goin', Black boy?

Black boy, we're the welcoming committee.

You'd better get outta here.

- No, Daddy. - Go on.

It just makes it tougher having you here.

The year, 1928.

The time, spring.

If you were a young man,

your thoughts were undoubtedly turning to those of love.

But if you were a young boy,

your thoughts were of one thing...

baseball.

I got ya, kid.

Just going over another bridge

named after some dead slave owner.

Finally made it to the promised land.

Hallelujah. Amen.

Good riddance to old Jim Crow.

Damn.

I heard a noise before...

All right, folks, this is our ride into the next town.

Let's get our luggage and load up.

Okay, ma'am, just... here you go.

Very carefully, very carefully.

Thank you.

Let me get those for you.

Tell me.

What's that book you been readin' about?

- A Princess of Mars? - Mmm-hmm.

It's about this man named John Carter...

who goes from being a captain in the Army of Northern Virginia

to becoming a Martian warlord.

Huh.

Starts with him running from Apaches

and hiding in this magical cave,

which transports him to the Red Planet.

That's when it starts to get good.

Hold on.

You said the hero was a Confederate officer.

Ex-Confederate.

He fought for slavery.

You don't get to put an "ex" in front of that.

Stories are like people.

Loving them doesn't make them perfect.

You just try and cherish 'em,

overlook their flaws.

Yeah, but the flaws are still there.

Yeah, they are.

But I love pulp stories.

I love that the heroes get to go on adventures

in other worlds,

defy insurmountable odds,

defeat the monster, save the day.

Little Negro boy from the southside of Chicago

don't notoriously get to do that.

Unless they join the army.

- I didn't join for adventure. - Hmm.

I joined to get away from my father.

Which is the real funny part,

'cause he's also now the reason I'm coming back home.

Is he sick?

He's gone missing.

What are you looking at, George Freeman?

My wife.

And why you looking at your wife?

You waiting for her to fix you breakfast?

I'm leaving tomorrow on the guide trip.

I'm aware.

I'm looking at my wife because

I feel I've been spending too much time on the road

and not enough time in bed with her.

Why, George Freeman, you got me blushing before God.

If he's watching, I think we should give him a show.

What has gotten into you?

You're only gonna be gone for a few days.

Used to be you couldn't wait to go on some grand adventure.

You know, I could go.

Make the trip instead of you.

You serious?

- Is that idea so crazy? - No, no.

- Is it? - No.

You know,

I've written more than my share of reviews for the guide.

Arguably, the best ones.

- The best ones. - Mmm-hmm.

And all of them based on your notes.

- Oh. - Now...

imagine how good they could get

if I could take notes on my own.

Hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

You know the road is a dangerous place

for a woman traveling alone.

You know the shit I deal with out there.

It's dangerous out there, Hippolyta.

Where you going?

Block party starts at noon,

and those pecans in the kitchen

are not gonna turn themselves into pies.

Stay with me.

What are you doing?

You know Dee is up.

You know these walls are thin.

I can't remember the last time we made love in the light of day.

I want to see my wife.

Gross.

- Atticus! - Diana!

What's going on?

- Get over here. - George, baby,

what's going on in there? Is that Dee?

She's fine. She just got surprised, is all.

Your nephew is back.

Oh, Tic's back!

I wasn't scared.

- I know you weren't. - You sounded scared to me.

Tic's back! Yes!

Thank you for your business.

Heading through that part of the country in a couple months.

- I'll vet it then... - Welcome home, Tic.

Oh, the tip is solid.

My cousin bought smokes from there just last week.

I believe, but I still have to triple-check.

A bad tip in the guidebook gets someone killed.

Okay, I got you.

Ahh. Getting reacquainted with old friends.

Something like that.

I'm surprised that one caught your interest.

Horror is usually my thing.

"On the Creation of Niggers."

Now that's one of Lovecraft's we don't hear mentioned often.

Pops made me memorize that poem

word for word after he caught me reading this.

Mmm.

Thought it might turn me from the pulp trash I borrow from here

to respectable literature.

He's been missing about two weeks.

About? You're not sure.

You know how he can get on the sauce.

I... I didn't think anything of it

until his landlord dropped by when he didn't pay rent.

I don't know where he could've gone.

I might have an idea.

He wrote me.

About my mama.

What, uh... wh... wh-what'd he say?

Said he found out where her family came from.

Wanted me to come home so I could go there with him.

He's still obsessing over her ancestry?

I thought he'd given all that up when she passed.

"I know that, like your mother,

you think that you can forget the past.

You can't.

The past is a living thing.

You own it... owe it.

Now I have found something

about your mother's forebearers.

You have a sacred...

secret legacy, a birthright that's been kept from you."

That's strange, that doesn't really even sound like your father.

I haven't even gotten to the strange part.

The place he wants me to go with him...

it's in Lovecraft Country.

Letter says Mom's ancestors

are from Arkham, Massachusetts.

Home of the corpse reanimator and...

And Herbert West.

Lovecraft based it on Salem, but that's not real.

You sure?

Let me see the letter.

That's a "D." It's not Arkham with a "K."

It's Ardham with a "D". That's a "D."

You know, for someone who talked so much about the importance of being educated,

you'd think Pop would learn how to write clearly.

I'm gonna look into this Ardham and see if I can glean any clues

as to what this "secret legacy" Montrose is going on about.

Come on! It won't stop.

An adventure.

An opportunity to see the world.

Just sign.

We expect...

Hey, we closin' early for the block party.

I said we're closin' early for the block...

Holy shit. Tic, is that you?

Almost didn't recognize you without them damn Coke bottle glasses on.

- You remember me, Tree. - Yeah, I remember.

Listen, the guy with the earrings, the owner... he here?

Sammy. He out back.

Shit. Sorry.

Oh, shit.

You're Montrose's son, right?

I remember plenty of nights you dragging him

off one of my barstools.

He hasn't been perched on one in weeks.

When's the last time you saw him?

'Bout two weeks ago.

Left here with some white man.

Was he a cop?

Doubt it. Looked like one of Bill Haley's Comets.

Can't get the clothes he was wearing on a pig's salary.

My guess, he's a lawyer.

Would explain how he could afford the car.

You saw what he was driving?

Tree did.

Said it was a silver sedan. Something Ford.

Shot off so fast, it had to be expensive.

I want a tall, skinny papa

I want a tall, skinny papa

I want a tall, skinny papa

I want a tall, skinny papa

I want a tall, skinny papa

That's all I'll ever need

He's got to be all mine

Treat me fine, walk the chalk line

And stay on my mind

He's got to be all right

Fight all night

Mama will do the rest

Now how 'bout that, Miss?

He's got to do what he's told

And bring sweet mama that gold

To satisfy my soul

Oh, yeah!

Yes!

There you go!

He's gotta be tall

Tall!

- Tall! - Tall!

- He's gotta be tall! - Tall!

- Tall! - Tall!

I want a tall, skinny papa

That's all I'll ever need

Whoo!

Thank you, thank you.

All right, all right, I think I got time

for one more before Slick Willie comes up with his guitar.

Now, what y'all want to hear?

Come on, y'all don't really like that lily-white shit

they play on the radio now, do you?

Life could be a dream.

Sh'boom, sh'bored.

Now, let me hear something that'll wake me up.

"Whole Lotta Shakin""!

Is that Letitia?

Ruby, it's your sister.

Thank you, Floyd. I have eyes.

A little bit of blues it is, then.

Leti, get up there and sing with her.

Leti, Leti!

Now, now.

I'm sure my sister's tired

from traveling in from wherever it is

she just magically appeared from.

Leti, Leti, Leti, Leti!

Y'all are gonna have to bear with us.

We haven't sang together since our church days.

Sure is no secret that those days are long gone.

All right.

"Whole Lotta Shakin'."

Twenty-one drums and an old bass horn

And somebody beating on a ding-dong

Come on, now

Come on over, baby

A whole lotta shakin' going on

Who's that?

Come on over, baby

Baby, you can't go wrong

Ain't nobody fakin'

Whole lotta shakin' going on

Come on over, baby

Hey!

A whole lotta kickin' in the barn

Come on over, baby

We got the bull by the horn

Everything is kickin'

Whole lotta shakin' going on

All right, now

Bakin' and makin' it shake

Door and the floor and the gate

Bakin' it and makin' it shake

Cake and pie on the plate

Shakin' and shakin' and shakin' the place

Come on over, baby, come on

We done found that ding-dong

Come on over, baby

Whole lotta shakin' going on

Come on over, baby

Baby, you can't go wrong

Ain't nobody fakin'

Whole lotta shakin' going on

All right! All right, now!

Thanks, fellas.

That was fun.

Yeah!

We gonna ride, ride, ride all night long

Dress that short,

should be wearing some stockings.

It's too hot for all that.

You can't even afford stockings?

Who said I can't afford 'em?

You don't need to say it, I know you only here 'cause you need money.

And don't think just 'cause you got up and sang with me

that you're getting any of these tips.

I don't need a handout, Ruby,

just a place to stay for a while.

There it is.

Who's that?

Who, Tic?

That's Tic?

Skinny glasses kid who was too smart for his own good Tic?

Yeah, he's grown up.

More than I can say for you.

I'm over at the boarding house on McCarthy.

Oh, that place is a shithole.

What happened to the room on Linden?

Mama's funeral happened.

- Ruby... - There's nothing to read

into me bringing it up.

It's just facts.

You can stay two nights.

And what job am I supposed to find in two days?

You can get a job up on the Northside.

I'm not cleaning house.

So what then?

You think you're gonna go downtown and get a job

in one of those department stores?

Yes, I do.

You think it's that easy, huh?

Yes, I do.

You know I've been applying for years.

Well, if I get the job,

it'll be enough money for both of us to move.

You know, I'm fine where I am.

We could have our own rooms for once.

Hell, our own house, maybe.

There's a lot of colored folks pioneering

into all-white neighborhoods these days.

Then maybe you should ask one of them to put you up.

Or go to Marvin's.

Two nights, Leti.

That's it.

Your knees still acting up?

It's a blessing they're doing anything at all

after two shattered kneecaps.

And now Hippolyta got this crazy idea to go out on the road.

I can't imagine what would happen

if those crackers had caught her outside of Anna instead of me.

That's why you publish the guidebook, right?

Keep us Negros safe.

Dee do this?

Kid's got imagination like you.

Terrifying, ain't they?

Tell me where I can find Ardham.

Well, now, that's gonna be a little tricky.

The last mention of it in any census

that I can find is over two centuries ago...

which puts it somewhere around Devon County, Massachusetts.

Devon County.

You goin' after him.

I'm gonna need a car.

Woody still running?

Woody'll outlast us all.

That's the only thing I am sure of,

other than that I'm going with you.

Uncle George, with them knees...

I was heading out on a guide trip anyway.

Devon County will be a good addition.

You might not be so sure about that...

after you look at this.

Devon County?

Where can I direct your call?

555-438...

520...

3093...

2915.

South Korea?

Yes.

Tic?

Is that you?

You went home.

You shouldn't have.

You just gonna stand there, Tic, or you gonna help me?

Leti Lewis.

Now, only my friends get to call me that.

We still friends?

Well, considering you were the only female member

of the Southside Futurists Science Fiction Club.

I was.

I was.

I heard you were down in Florida hiding out.

How was it?

Segregated.

- Mmm. - And you, where you been?

Mmm, I've been a little bit everywhere.

Doing?

Everything.

Y'all ready to go?

Wait, you coming with us?

Part way.

Marvin's working for

the Springfield African American these days.

He's gonna look into that mysterious town

of Ardham for us.

Why, thank you, baby. Are we checklist-ready?

Yep.

All right, mattress and blankets.

Check and check.

Spare tire and jack.

- Check. - Flares and first-aid kit.

Double check.

Reading materials.

I got that covered.

Very well.

I think the travel checklist is complete.

Anything we're forgetting?

Oh, no, I think that's everything.

I think there's something missing.

You don't have to do this every time.

Oh, that's right, Dee's travel comic.

That's what's missing

because I've been waiting patiently to see

what happens to Panther Man.

Mmm-hmm.

Boop.

"Orithyia Blue"?

Oh, pumpkin, you decided to change it.

It's no big deal, Ma.

I will see you when you get back, Pop.

- You will, baby. - Mmm.

Oh, and the atlas is in Woody.

Yes.

Thank you, baby.

Be safe.

Good evening.

I, um... I find myself not for the first time

in, um...

the position of a kind of Jeremiah.

For example, I don't disagree with Mr. Burford

that the...

The inequality suffered by the American Negro population

of the United States

has hindered the American dream.

Indeed, it has.

I quarrel with some other things he has to say.

The other, deeper element

of a certain awkwardness I feel

has to do with...

it has to do one's point of view, I had to put it that way.

One's, uh, one's sense, one's system of reality.

It would seem to me the proposition

before the House, when I put it that way,

is the American dream

at the expense of the American Negro,

or the American dream is at the expense

of the American Negro...

is a question hideously loaded,

and that one's response to that question

or one's reaction to that question,

has to depend on, in effect,

on where you find yourself in the world,

what your sense of reality is,

what your system of reality is.

That is, it depends on assumptions

which we hold so deeply

as to be scarcely aware of them.

A white South African or a Mississippi sharecropper

or a Mississippi sheriff

or a Frenchman driven out of Algeria,

all have, at bottom,

a system of reality which compels them to, for example,

in the case of the French exile from Algeria,

to defend French reasons from having ruled Algeria.

The Mississippi or the Alabama sheriff,

who really does believe,

when he's facing a Negro boy or girl,

that this woman, this man,

this child must be insane to attack the system

to which he owes his entire identity.

And on the other hand...

There's a diner called Lydia's I got a tip on near here.

Won't take us too far off course to have lunch there.

What do you say to a detour?

Where is it?

Simmonsville.

You know what that area be populated by on Diana's atlas?

What?

Buncha trolls who pick their teeth with unwary motorists.

Funny. I need to add some entries to the guide.

I'm on a deadline.

Aren't you the publisher?

Exactly, which is why I know how much of a hard-ass I can be.

Well, not that either of you asked my opinion,

but I could use a hot meal.

You heard the girl.

Since this girl's not allowed to drive,

I'm picking the radio station.

Let's take this next right.

What you doing, girl?

I'm turning up B.B.

What you know about B.B.?

That's my music.

Her music.

Yes, you upsets me, baby

Like being hit by a falling tree

Now, we're looking for a red-brick building.

Should be on the left-hand side,

far end of town.

That must be it.

All right.

Didn't you say it was called Lydia's?

It's in the right place.

Don't judge a book by its cover.

Book can't refuse you service.

Or spit in your water glass.

Good afternoon.

We were just driving by, thought we'd stop in

and have some lunch.

We'll seat ourselves, then.

Yes, that's what we'll do. Thank you.

Menu, please?

What's good here?

Why don't we just start with some coffees?

Looks like the Simmonsville Dinette isn't making the guide.

Yeah, okay, but we're here now.

Doesn't mean we have to stay.

Get back in the car, we're, what, two, three hours from Marvin's?

We're here, damnit. We have every right to be.

We're citizens.

You're a veteran for God's sake.

Our money spends just as good as everyone else's.

I gotta visit the ladies' room.

Biscuits and gravy did smell pretty damn good.

Think I'll order that...

if the waiter ever comes back.

There's three of them.

Just sat down.

I swear I didn't serve them,

not after what you did to Ms. Lydia.

- Uncle George? - Hmm?

Remind me why the White House is white.

War of 1812.

British soldiers put the executive branch to torch,

and later, when the slaves rebuilt it,

they had to paint the walls white to cover up the...

Burn marks.

Get your ass up! We gotta get the fuck outta here now!

Come on, come on, George. Come on!

Out.

Let me drive.

Get your ass in the car!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

- Keep it steady! - We're being shot at!

How the hell am I supposed to keep it steady?

They're gaining on us!

Take this left up ahead.

Slow down, or Woody will spin out.

Oh, just shut up and let me drive.

Damnit, girl, you're gonna crash us.

My name's not "girl." It's Letitia fucking Lewis!

Go, get on up there!

Get up on these sons of bitches!

- Leti. - I see it.

Shit.

Hit it!

Go.

Go, Leti, go!

Stop.

And the way those white boys went flying.

It was surreal.

Reminds me of a scene out of a Bradbury novel.

Wait, what actually happened that caused the crash?

Your sister's precision driving.

They couldn't keep up.

She did save the day.

Wait, wait, now, now, now. Say that again one more time.

Did I hear that right? Who saved your asses?

Letitia fucking Lewis.

It's getting late, Marvin.

Why don't you tell us what you discovered about our next stop?

Well, I heard a few tales about Devon County before,

but once I started really digging in,

it just kept getting stranger and stranger.

You see, the county seat, Bideford,

is named after a town in England

where they had one of the last witch trials.

They hung a woman for fornicating with the devil

who appeared to her as a Negro man.

Y-you're saying that Bideford

was founded by witches?

No, the witch hunters,

and they don't like outsiders at all.

I found more than a few stories in our morgue

about travelers being attacked in the surrounding woods.

- By what? - Grizzlies, wolves.

Who knows?

There's been a bunch of missing person stories, too,

some of which might be due to the current sheriff.

Eustice Hunt.

Ex-Marine.

This is his NAACP complaint file.

It's only a third of it.

Between the wild animals and this guy,

I don't know who I'd rather run into.

Hmm.

What about Ardham?

It was settled around the same time as Bideford.

Local histories don't say by who.

That's what you dug up?

Yeah, I even tried calling the county record of deeds

to get the property records.

No one answered.

But from what I could pull together...

Should be somewhere right around here.

That right there is the middle of nowhere

with no guide stops.

What do you want to do?

We need to go to the registry.

Maps of the property line should clearly delineate

a route in Ardham.

Now, this is just the first issue,

but the plan is she'll be called to repair

faulty telescopes

or malfunctioning computers on different planets.

And guess what.

She zips from planet to planet in her trusted Buick space wagon

named Stoney.

Pop?

Pop, are you there?

Ye... yes, I'm... yes.

It all sounds great,

but, honey, I gotta go.

I-I don't want to run up Mr. Baptiste's bill.

Now, put your mother back on the phone.

All right, Pop.

Mom.

I was just headed to the roof.

Such a clear night, I might finally get to see Cassiopeia.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I-I don't want to keep you.

But, honey, I was...

I was thinking.

Maybe for the next guide trip,

what do you say you and I, we go together?

I'd like that.

Good night, George Freeman.

Good night.

So how long is your little visit supposed to last this time?

I'll be home in a few weeks. I'll pull my own weight.

Do some cooking, some cleaning...

What did you do with the money

that I sent to you in D.C. two months ago?

I saved it, Marvin.

It's what I used to get the bus to Ruby.

Not all of it, you didn't. I'm not stupid, Letitia.

Fine. All right.

I used it to bail some friends out of jail,

but it's not what you think.

It never is with you!

We were protesting the school...

It doesn't matter what you were doing!

The work I'm doing is saving lives, Marvin!

You told me you needed money

because you needed to come home.

And I thought I gave you the money

so you could come home for Mama's funeral.

How could you miss your own Mama's funeral, Letitia?

Hell. Y'all gonna continue to throw that in my face.

- Absolutely! It's our mama! - You and Ruby

want to act like she's a goddamn saint.

I'm sick and tired of it.

Now, you watch your mouth in my house talking about our mama!

But you know what? I can understand

you wanting to think that about her

because you didn't have to live with her!

Hey, I went to Chicago every summer.

Oh, every summer! You got to come down here...

Ruby and I didn't have that option.

Well, you say that like it was my fault.

It's not sounding good.

Don't give me a fucking lecture about Mama.

I've heard worse.

Been a part of worse.

- We're impossible? - Yes.

Pops tell you what happened last time I was home?

No.

Reporter came by.

Wanted to interview me on what it was like to be a Negro soldier.

Pops lost it.

Said it was bad enough I was throwing my life away

for a country that hates me.

Now, I was gonna go inspire others to make the same stupid mistake.

I decided to give as good as I got for once.

Still see the cracks in the plaster where we slammed into the wall.

Just because he didn't agree with the decision

doesn't mean he didn't care.

He never wrote me.

Not one letter till he needed help.

Your first year in Korea,

he'd come by for dinner almost every night.

Wouldn't ask about you,

but he'd wait for me to volunteer the information.

If I didn't, he wouldn't go home.

He'd stay till 10:00, 11:00, midnight,

if that's what it took, waiting for me to bring up the subject of you.

Drove Hippolyta crazy.

Course it did.

Just another example of how hardheaded he was.

Montrose has done the best he can.

He didn't have it easy with our father.

Why are you always defending him?

You grew up in the same house. You came out just fine.

Your pops was...

Was what?

What?

He was younger.

He was smaller. He took the brunt of it.

I should've protected him more.

I always regret that.

I was younger and smaller, too.

You ain't do shit to protect me.

You regret that?

God damn it! Look at what you made me do!

Atticus.

It's family business.

Let go of my arm. You're hurting me.

It's not ours.

Go! I don't want you in my house another night!

We done passed this area ten times now.

Map at the registry said there's a bridge over the river to Ardham...

- I know what it says. - It exists.

We just gotta find the road to it.

We've been driving these woods all day.

There's no damn road.

Letitia, you done seen something?

- Nah, I ain't seen... - Stop the car.

Stop the car. I'll get out and look.

So you can look for a road that none of us has spotted all damn day?

Maybe it's grown over. You ever think of that?

Maybe that's why we missed it. Just pull over.

Shit. Shit!

What are you doing?

Helping you look.

Been thinking about what my brother said.

I don't think we want to be out here after dark.

I know.

Just we come all this way.

This isn't giving up.

We're gonna find your father.

Just not today.

What was that?

It's a shoggoth.

What?

It's a monster from one of Lovecraft's stories.

And what do they look like?

Massive bubble blob with hundreds of eyes.

Oh, well, that's not scary at all.

We can outrun a blob.

Uncle George can't.

He cannot.

You in the car, get out.

And everybody come round to the back of the vehicle.

It's all right.

Who are you?

George Freeman, sir.

This here is my nephew Atticus and his friend Letitia.

Where y'all from?

Chicago, sir.

You're a long way from home.

Oh, we're just passing through,

taking a little bathroom break, sir, is all.

Any of you all know what a sundown town is?

Yes, sir. We do.

Well, this is a sundown county.

If I had found you pissing in my woods

like animals after dark,

it would've been my sworn duty

to hang every single one of you from them trees.

It's not sundown yet.

Sunset is at 7:09 today.

That's seven minutes from now.

Then we'll be out of the county in six.

Now, that's impossible heading south on the road you're currently on,

unless you were to speed.

And if you were to speed, I'd have to pull you over.

Then we'll head north.

That might work.

Why don't you give it a try?

We will, sir.

Is it legal to make a U-turn here?

Aren't you a smart one?

Now, ordinarily, I would consider

a U-turn a violation.

But if you ask me real nice,

I might just let it go this time.

Please.

Oh, you can do better than that.

Say, "pretty please,

will you let this smart nigger make a U-turn here?"

Pretty please, will you let this smart nigger

make a U-turn here?

All right.

Just this one time, since you asked so nicely.

How far, Uncle George?

We got 2 ½ kilometers to the county line.

- Can we make that? - Wait, wait, I...

wait, I'm sorry... we...

Three. We gotta pass the train tracks.

What time is it?

It's, uh, it's 7... 7:05.

Can we make it in four minutes?

We have to.

- Here he comes! - Shit.

- Can you go faster? - No, we can't go faster.

He gonna pull us over.

- He's speedin' up. - What's he doin'?

I don't know!

- Crazy bastard! - Son of a bitch!

He's comin' again!

Hold on.

Leti, get the gun.

We got a minute.

There's the tracks!

Atticus, watch your speed!

How much time left?

Thirty seconds.

Ten seconds!

Come on! Come on!

Hell.

Hell. Hell.

- Yeah. - Okay, Tic.

- Ha ha! - We did it. Whoo!

Oh, shit.

I knew they'd strike again tonight.

You said they'd be Gypsies, Sheriff.

Oh, they're travelers, that's for sure.

Unless the car's stolen.

That's a fair point, Talbert.

How 'bout that? Hmm?

You really from Illinois?

This is a misunderstanding.

I don't know who you all were lyin' in wait for...

Get 'em on the ground!

Aah!

Let me just finish the rest for you.

When I ask you about a burglary in Bideford last night

or two others in Bucks Mill last week,

you're gonna say to me, "What burglaries, Sheriff?

We're just passin' through."

Sheriff Hunt.

My uncle's right.

This is just a misunderstanding.

We're not burglars or car thieves.

You're more than welcome to check the car

for stolen goods if you like.

Dalton, tell me I didn't just hear that.

Did this nigger give me permission to search his car?

I believe he did, Sheriff.

This one thinks he's smart.

Then tell me, if you're just passin' through,

why do you know my name?

- Answer me! - Answer, boy!

Please, please...

What was that?

All right, keep your guns on 'em...

it's probably just wolves.

That don't sound like fuckin' wolves, Sheriff.

Aah!

Jesus...

Run!

Aah!

Run!

Aah!

Go! Run! Run! Go!

There! We need to get out in the open!

Aah!

Get up!

I'm comin' down!

Go, go, go!

Wait! Where's Uncle George?

Get in here!

It's coming to your right!

Sheriff, come on! Come o... open this fucking door!

Open this fucking door! Stay back!

Aah!

Get back! Get back!

Close the fuckin' door.

Close the fucking door.

- You... - What?

Get the fucking table!

He might be okay.

Hell, Tic, you can't...

I gotta go get him!

Hey! Wait!

Shit!

I'm not risking you leading those things back here,

you understand?

What, you gonna shoot me?

Gunshot'll bring them things right to ya.

Sheriff, there's someone comin'.

There's someone comin'.

- Uncle George! - Open the door!

Come on!

Get this shit out the way!

What are you doing? No!

Uncle George?

Come on!

Quick! Close the door!

Are you all right?

Depends on your definition of all right.

I thought you were right behind us.

I got knocked down and stayed down till the coast was clear.

Aren't you a lucky nigger?

Those things got four of my men.

What are those things? They tore that man's head off!

- They're monsters! - Monsters don't fuckin' exist!

It doesn't matter what they are!

We need to fight 'em! All right? We need weapons!

Listen to 'em.

"Children of the night... what music they make."

What is he muttering on about?

It's a quote from "Dracula."

None of them attacked me,

and all I had is this flashlight.

You think those things are like vampires.

If I'm right, and the light hurts them,

it'll also explain why we been drivin' in the woods

all day and didn't encounter one until the sun went down.

So we just need to survive till sunup.

Yes.

And find more light till then.

- Yes. - And there's flares in Woody.

And the headlights would help too.

Where's the car from here? Where's the car from here!

A quarter mile through the woods behind the cabin.

I'll go. I'll make a run for it.

No! No, you don't.

You're too smart for your own good.

You might get the idea in your head to leave us behind.

She goes.

Not a chance in hell.

- Leti. - I am not asking.

- Fuck you! - No, I can... I can go!

I can go, I can do it. I can do it, Tic.

I was all-star track in high school, remember?

Plus, I know you say you don't need those glasses

to drive at night, but I really don't think

this is the time to test it!

All right.

You run as fast as you can. No lookin' back.

You hear gunshots, you don't come back.

You drive for help.

I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.

Leti. Leti, you hear me?

Yes, I fucking hear you. I'm terrified!

You don't even seem scared.

Where they teach you that... in the army?

I'm not scared 'cause fear's not gonna save us right now.

You are.

Come on. Come on.

Go, run, run, run!

And I'll take that flashlight

just in case your theory is correct.

Where the fuck is she?

Atticus. Atticus.

Sheriff, you okay?

What happens when you get bitten by a vampire?

Come on, come on, come on!

- What the fuck? - You... you need to shoot him.

Shoot the motherfucker!

Come on, come on...

Oh! Oh!

Oh...

- I'll shoot him! - Shoot him!

Shut up!

Get the gun!

Shoot him!

Whoa...

Uncle George? Uncle George?

Uncle George!

They're coming!

Get him into the headlights!

Son of a bitch!

- Oh, shit! - Come on.

Oh, shit!

We've been expecting you, Mr. Freeman.

Welcome home.

Oh, Sinnerman

Where you gonna run to?

Sinnerman

Where you gonna run to?

Sinnerman

Where you gonna run to?

All on that day

Well, I run to the rock

Please hide me

I run to the rock

Please hide me

I run to the rock

Please hide me

All on that day

But the rock cried out

"I can't hide you"

The rock cried out

"I can't hide you"

The rock cried out

"I ain't gonna hide you"

All on that day

I said, "Rock

"What's the matter with you, Rock?

Can't you see I need you, Rock"

Devil was waiting

All on that day

Power

Power

I cried, "Power"

I cried, "Power"

I cried, "Power"

I cried, "Power"