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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 six 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.