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- Hey, come here.

I got you.

The same one?

You wanna talk about it?

- It just...

It felt so vivid.

Like I could feel it.

I was drowning.

And I think someone was
trying to help me this time.

- Really?

Who was it?

- I don't know.

I couldn't see anything.

There was blood everywhere.

But I could feel him.

- Him?

- I don't know.

- Babe, we're gonna get
through this, all right?

- What if we don't?

- We don't have any choice.

We gotta get through this.

- You're such an optimist.

- With a dash of love.

Of course.

Mm.

Let's get your meds.

- No, I made up my mind.

I'm not going to...

- Going to what?

Take them?

- Will you just hear me out?

Okay?

They...

They make me lethargic.

Like, sometimes I can't even
function or do simple things.

- And that's just because
you're stressed out, all right?

You're working a lot,
between the shop,

with Jada, with me.

And you can't be every
woman all the time, babe.

- Bryce, I made up my mind.

- And that's it? No discussion?

No thought on how
this ended last time

with you going--

- Don't. Don't.

- No.

- Don't go there.

- No, we've already moved in
now and unpacked our shit.

The last tango
around you sneaking

and not taking your
medication resulted

in your agoraphobia
making you believe

you were trapped in your car.

You punched out the window.

That's how you got
the scar on your hand.

You ran for blocks on end,
Faith, until you collapsed.

Is that what you wanna
relive, day in and day out?

That's the experience we
wanna give our daughter?

Babe.

I'm begging you, please.

Take the medication so we
can start our day in peace.

I love you and you know this.

This is what's best.

Jada! It's time for
school, monster!

- Can I join you?

Good morning my loves.

Good morning, princess.

Muah!

- Morning, daddy.

- Morning, darling.

And I believe I already
gave you a good morning.

- Oh, is that so?

- Mm-hm.

- Good morning and welcome
to New Day World News.

Joining me this morning
is presidential candidate

and retired four-star
general, Michelle Dupree.

She is best known--

- Babe.
- Hm?

- For leading a successful
mission into Afghanistan

and the take down
of the OCI regime.

A terrorist organization--

- Babe, did you remember--

- Just give me a second.

- By
overthrowing and killing

then President
Abdur-Raheem Zalmai.

Welcome to New Day,
General Dupree,

and congratulations on
your recent retirement

and of course, your
bid for the presidency.

- Thank you for having me.

That was quite an introduction.

You know, Lydia, one
of the things that I

am most proud of was
being able to assist

the new democratically elected
president of Afghanistan

with taking power.

It's a great addition
to my life's work

to see the Afghani people
receive the liberation

and leadership they
so rightly deserve.

- I was watching that.

- Exactly.

Meanwhile, your husband
and our daughter

have been trying to
get your attention.

Did you remember to make
arrangements for Jada?

You know she has a half
day at school today.

- Oh my god, Bryce, I forgot.

Can you please call in?

- No, we talked about this.

I told you, I have
patients all day today.

Which is why you
agreed this morning

that you would figure it out.

- I know, I meant to.

And I just got distracted.

You know that general on TV?

She looks, like,
really familiar to me.

- That's because
she's always on TV.

And you're a news
hound and that's that.

- Right.

So a half a day, huh, Jada?

Look, mommy has to
work late, okay?

Because there's inventory
coming into the store

and I gotta close.

Karena asked for
the evening off.

- Karena?

- Mm-hm.

- Who's that?

- Yeah, she's my new employee.

She's so good.

- What happened to Melissa?

- Ugh, she was terrible.

Had no customer
service experience.

I mean, she just felt
like she was too good

to touch people's feet.

So I was like, listen girl,

go be a rocket
scientist or something.

Since you wanna act
like you're just

too good to do anything.

- I thought we agreed to
select new employees together.

- We did.

But I needed someone right away.

Karena it is.

It's not a big deal.

Look, how about I text Miss Amy

about picking you up for us?

- Miss Amy to the rescue!

And I'll get to play
with her puppies.

- Mm-hm.

Done.

- Jada gets what she wants.

All the time.

- Eat all your carrots today.

Promise?

Good.

- That's my baby.

- Whew.

- Yeah, I need these.
I'm coming back for you.

Faith.

Guess who has a date?

Okay, I'm just gonna tell you.

You're taking too long.

My grandma.

- What?

- You heard me.

Granny said she
met a man online.

She liked him and they
went on a few dates.

So she gonna live her best life.

So, she can't babysit
my son tomorrow.

- Okay, so Mr.
Steal-Your-Grandmother
is in full effect?

- Pretty much, yeah.

- All right, well, that's okay

because I have a
sitter for Jada tonight

and I did plan on closing.

And I'll just figure some
things out for tomorrow.

- Okay, oof!

I'm getting out of here.

Thank you, Faith, girl.

- Mm-hm!

- Best boss ever.

- Mm-hm!

- Oh shit. Um, and
can you clock me out?

Okay.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I did not even see you.

- It's fine.

I was actually just going
to ask for directions.

My phone died and this
was my navigation.

- Happens to me all the time.

Look, all you do is
exit the parking lot,

make a left, and you'll
see the signs, okay?

- Thank you.

- You're welcome, bye.

- I'll just get right to it.

Dupree can't be trusted.

- You're just figuring that out?

Listen, I know she was
your father's right hand.

He prided himself on maintaining

these powerful connections
and he worked hard

to construct this
impressive empire

of Afghan heroin
but that Dupree...

- Yeah, but since his
death, Dupree's changed.

- Yeah.

- She's quieter.

Gained a lot more power
in a short amount of time.

- Mm.

- It's part of the
reason I relocated.

You know, the main office
from New York to LA.

Dupree's here.

And I've got a feeling
she's setting something up

to take us out, undercut us.

You don't think she's
running for president

for the betterment
of the people do you?

- Oh!

- Bravo, General, Bravo.

- Mr. Secretary.

- You told me every
one of those soldiers

in that unit was dead.

Thomas Richardson, suicide,
shot himself in the head.

Carol Davinson, alcohol
poisoning, drank
herself to death.

Marilyn Roman, electrocuted
in a freak accident.

And Imani Avant drowned.

Allegedly.

- This is impossible.

Uh.

- Now fix it.

- I need a moment.

- You got it, boss.

- Dominique.

I need to see you.

Come here, baby.

- You called for me?

- Mm, oh, I did.

- I'm here.

- I missed you.

- Missed you, too.

- So I just got a call.

- Okay.

Ah.

- And it contradicts every
fucking thing you told me

about Imani's death, bitch.

Is she alive?

- I promise.

I swear she's dead.

I swear.

You asked me to protect
the family and I did.

At all costs.

Imani betrayed all
of us, remember?

Remember? Remember that?

She had to pay.

This has to be a mistake.

- For your sake, I
hope it is, bitch.

Now get the fuck off me!

Get your shit and get out.

- Hello.

- Scarlet never lost her letter.

- Really?

- Absolutely.

- So, no wet bird?

- I have no fucking idea.

But I need you to go look.

- Where?

- I'll text you the rest.

- Don't move.

- Wait, wait.

Wait, you can have
whatever you want.

- Get down!

- You can have
whatever you want!

I promise you, I don't, ah!

- Stay down!

I told you not to move.

- Keep
'em up, keep 'em up.

- Clear.

- Is that crystal clear?

- Near the front door.

Near the front door.

- Stay right there.

- I should have both
of your fucking heads

right here, right now.

- You look like you
could use a meal.

You want some?

- Your father gave
you one fucking job.

One.

To be a good son.

But you couldn't
even handle that.

I mean my god, Raymond
handed you everything.

Money, his multi-million dollar

liquor distribution business,

his connections, Afghanistan.

Me.

But no matter how much he
loved you and took care of you,

and even though you
were his junior,

there's still one thing
he couldn't teach you.

Loyalty.

Your sister was not only
a better soldier than you,

she was more of a man
than you'll ever be.

So maybe she should
have been left alive.

She is dead, right?

Well, you know what they say.

You want something done
right, do it yourself.

- Well, I guess she's dead then.

- You can play this game.

But you and I both know
who loses in the end.

You'll go down.

And so will your
family's entire legacy.

- Hm.

You know, my father always said,

"Those on the
proximity to power"

"are sometimes deluded into
thinking they wield it."

"But in fact, it's the
man standing behind you"

"that decides if you take
that next step or not."

- Are those his final words?

You were the last one to see
your father alive, right?

Strange how he died
so suddenly like that.

With only you there.

- Ha, ha.

Next time have some class and
order the steak medium rare.

And don't fuck up my fundraiser!

- What the hell is this?

Looks like a robbery gone wrong.

- Gone wrong is right.

This is professional.

- A gang hit?

- From the looks of
this, more than that.

All these bodies are armed.

All I know is that
whatever it is,

it's ruining my weekend plans.

Any witnesses?

- Just one, sir.

- Sir.

I've been here for hours.

An officer still has not
come and taken my report.

Now I know I don't
have to wait this long

to make a report
for my wife missing.

- Well, is she missing
voluntarily or involuntarily?

I mean, I see husbands everyday.

And don't even get me
started on the wives

looking for their husbands.

- My wife is missing!

Okay, she could be in danger.

She doesn't have her medication.

Anything could have happened.

She owns a shoe store, she
shut down, did not come home.

- Which shoe store, sir?

- The Gleaming Slipper.

On the strip mall
right off the freeway.

- Wait right here.

Hey.

Call Hoffman.

I think this might
have something to do
with those murders.

- Murders?

- Mr. Dames.

Mr. Avant is in a
meeting right now.

Please, have a seat.

I said, he's in a meeting.

You can't go in there, stop!

Mr. Avant, I
explained to Mr. Dames

that you were in a
meeting and he insisted.

- It's fine, Nola.

- Are you sure?

Because I can call security.

- I am security.

Good day, Nola.

- I promise you,
Nola, it's fine.

Good day, Mr. Dames.

Take a seat.

- What type of fucking
mission are you sending me on?

Are you playing with
me or something?

- What?

I've been waiting
on word from you

since last night and nothing.

So you tell me.

What mission you been on?

- Anytime you've given
me a job, I do it.

I've never given you any
reason to check up on me,

or clean up after me.

And I never needed back up.

- That's why I hired you.

- Yeah, I go to carry out
the job you hired me to do.

And you send a god damn
A-team to the scene before me?

- What?

What the fuck is
he talking about?

- Unless it was you?

- Ha, ha!

You're out of your mind.

Supreme, get your boy, man.

- See, maybe you
nervous, scared,

that I'm getting too close.

Close enough to take your
place and push you out the way.

So you send me into an ambush.

- Two things, boy.

One, you could never
take my fucking place.

And I don't send mother
fuckers to kill, they send me.

So calm your ass
down and leave me out

of whatever bullshit
you really got going on.

- Fellas, this is real cute.

I hate to break this up.

But somebody better tell
me what's going on now.

Talk!

Where's she at?

- She got away.

- Fuck.

- And it definitely was her.

- So what now?

- What you mean, what now?

I'll find her, I'll
execute her, period.

- Yeah, that's
exactly what we'll do.

But first we're gonna
let her come to us.

If there's one thing
I know about Dorothy,

that bitch will always
find her way home.

- It's only me and you, Imani.

- Ah!

Oh shit.

- Mr. Newford.

I'm detective Hoffman.

We'd like to show
you some footage.

- Footage of what?

- An incident that
occurred last night.

Maybe it'll shine some light

on where your wife is.

Is that your wife?

- That's not the wife I know.

- Can I help you?

- Who are you and why
are you in my house?

- Excuse me?

- Where's Bryce and Jada?

- Ma'am, ma'am.

You probably got
the wrong address.

- Are you fucking crazy?

- Ma'am are you okay?

- I live here, where
the fuck is my family?

- Ma'am, hey, hey, hey.

Are you all right?

- Honey, is everything okay?

I heard yelling.

- No, baby, it's all right.

I'm gonna handle this.

- And she's in my fucking robe.

What the fuck is--
- Hey!

- Where the fuck is my family?

- Ah!

- I'm not gonna ask you again.

- I'm on with the police.

- Call them.

This is my fucking house,
they'll figure this shit out.

- Hurry, please, she's
attacking us now.

- Bryce.

- Daddy, daddy! Where's Mommy?

- Hey, baby.

Uh, Mommy's gonna
be home soon, okay?

I promise that.

But guess what?

- What?

- So you know, you
love the lake house.

- Yes.

- Amy's gonna take
you to the lake house

and Mommy and I will
join you soon, all right?

- Yay, the lake!

- We're gonna
have so much fun.

Let's go pack, okay?

- Okay!

- What the fuck?

- You should not
be on this phone.

- Senator.

- I'm not pleased.

Matter of fact, that's
an understatement.

I'm vexed.

I'm quite vexed.

I need to understand how
a veteran CIA officer

allows any of this to happen.

Please, fill me in.

Because the last come to
Jesus moment that we had,

you told me you were weening
her off the medication

and slowly bringing her around.

- Yes, I was bringing
her around but--

- Shh.

I was raised to believe
that anything before

that "but" is bullshit.

So why don't you
do us both a favor

and skip to the part
where somehow, once again,

you led me into a mess that
I have to clean up for you

and your assigned bride.

- If you'll let me
explain, Senator.

- You see, that's
my issue, Alexander.

You're always explaining.

First, you explained
that in order for Avant

to feel that she was
in a normal family,

she needed a child.

So we arranged for
you to adopt one.

Then you explained that she
was bored being a housewife

so we put things
in place for her

to open a fucking business.

All under the guise that you
would be bringing her around

just in time for me to use
the information that I need.

And yet all I've
gotten out of it

is Dupree's poll numbers rising

and her climbing
directly up my ass

in the presidential race.

- My wife, I mean...

- No, you're right.

You were correct. Your wife.

Because clearly,
you've fallen in love.

- With all due respect, Senator,

let's be real here for a moment.

You knew Avant and I
had a thing going on

before any of this.

Which is why you and
the head of your company

elected that I'd be on
top of this assignment.

And the fact that she's
been shot and has amnesia,

that's real.

We've just been prolonging it

so that we can wait it out
until the election year.

And that was your call.

- It was. Why?

Because if she stepped
into total recall

she would confront Dupree

and Dupree would
try to kill her.

Again.

And probably get
away with everything.

- And that
wouldn't have been good

for you running for president.

- Exactly.

- But I've done
everything so far

that you've asked me to do.

- Everything except
keeping bandits

from kidnapping your
asset outside a store.

Other than that,
you're doing great.

Now, this election's gonna
be here before you know it.

And you shoulda brought
her around by now, Doctor.

Especially if you expect
me to nominate you

as the head of the Central
Intelligence Agency.

Unless that's changed?

- Nothing's changed, sir.

At the same time, we
both know the process

of removing this medication
can cause severe hallucinations

and even be deadly.

Which is why the
weening takes time.

- You know what takes time?

You dragging this
out takes time.

You should have let her
just have some seizures

or whatever the fuck it
is and get on with it.

Yet here we are with soldier
gone wild on the loose.

Two dead hit men
in the parking lot

and god only knows
who sent them.

And police evidence that
your wife killed them.

Evidence that we now
have to make disappear.

- I've handled that.

- Oh yeah.

Yeah, let's not forget about
the police report you filed.

- Of course, I've gotta
play the concerned husband.

- Okay, let's cut the bullshit.

You're not fooling any
fucking body with that.

You were concerned.

About your wife.

Now.

You have 72 hours to get
her ass back in place

and resume your assignment.

Or I'm gonna eliminate
the whole operation.

And I do mean the
whole operation.

- Going up.

- If I don't leave,
he's going to kill me.

And you too.

- What happened?

- Listen, I have to
tell you something.

- Anything.

- Supreme was apart of
the original hit on Imani.

He got the orders from
the General but...

- But what?

- I did it.

I was desperate for money,

for my mother's medical expenses

and... I just agreed.

And I swear I thought
Imani was dead.

- Why did they want her dead?

- Something about,
she knew too much

and that she was gonna
be bringing everyone down

with the information she had.

Something went down
in Afghanistan.

And the General returned
on operation wipe out.

The entire troops
were knocked off.

- You?

- Hell no!

One body of blood on my hands
was more than enough for me.

- What's General Dupree's
real ties to Supreme?

- She was his father's
overseas connect, then his.

Now he and Jonathan are
going a different direction

with another connect.

- Who?

- I don't know.

- I need you to find that out.

- Why?

We need to get out
of here like we said.

I have access to
Supreme's accounts

and I've transferred more
than enough money into mine.

He won't miss it.

I've packed my bags and as
soon as I leave here, I'm gone.

And I want you to come with me.

But if you decide
that you wanna stay

and remain loyal to
him, I promise you,

he's gonna take you down too.

Especially since he sent
you to bring her back

and you haven't.

- Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

Let me worry about that.

- Officer, I'm gonna need
you to uncuff this patient.

- I have orders to keep her
restrained at all times.

- Orders and this
patient's health

are not of the same importance.

Okay, she needs a
CT scan of her head.

Anyhow, when I
return I'd appreciate

my patient being
out of these cuffs.

- Faith Newford's room.

- Uh, 450.

- Okay.

All right, anyone in the room,
get them out, immediately.

Standby until I get there.

I need to handle this.

If she escapes,
bring her back to me.

Alive.

- Don't do anything
stupid, okay?

- Oh, fuck!

- What the fuck is
going on here, Newford?

You can't just run up
in here and bark orders.

Your wife is needed for
questioning and you know why.

- Ah, god.

- Now call off your fucking dogs

and get your ass out
of my investigation.

Or this won't end well.

- Hey, Cap.

I have a detective...
Hoffman here.

He doesn't seem to understand
his position, Captain.

Thank you, sir.

He's clear for sure.

- Shit head.

Captain.

Yeah, but...

Okay.

Fuck!

- Ah!

Oh.

Hey!

- Faith.

Wait.

- God damn it.

- Bryce?

- Target secure.

Faith, baby.

I know you're scared.

But I need you to trust me.

I need you to come with me.

I can explain!

- And then she gonna say,

you must be taking
diet baby aspirin.

Because them blue
pills you takin,

ain't doing shit for you.

I mean, she clean cussed me out.

Said she's looking to
settle down with a stallion.

Ha!

I told her, bitch,
you are 72 years old.

The only stallion you'll
be settling down with

is Jesus Christ.

Yeah, sure did!

Yeah, all right, Momma.

I love you too.

All right.

- Alrighty, here we go!

All right.

Alrighty, Ralph.

Are you ready for
your last ride?

All right, here we go.

Vroom, vroom, vroom!

Ah!

Watch out, going
through the door!

Ah.

Ah.

Here we go.

Look out.

Here we go.

Ah.

- Hold it.

- Oh, shit.

They got me.

Listen, listen.

I can explain.

Now, I've been meaning to
file my taxes since '96.

But after what I seen
y'all do to Ron Isley--

- Sir, please step
away from the vehicle.

- No, I, I can't do that, now.

You see, I know exactly
what this is about.

- Sir, I need you to move
away from the vehicle.

Now.

Thank you.

- Shit.

For 32 years I done
bagged and zipped

and bagged and zipped
and bagged some more.

And nobody ever come
behind me to check my work.

It's that new
supervisor of mine.

I know she sent you.

I'm filing a grievance.

Today.

And poor Ralph.

All he did was drop
dead on Wednesday.

And he can't even rest in peace

without the po-po
running up on him.

Shoot.

- Sorry about the
inconvenience, sir.

Have a good day.

Sir, sorry.

- What... you?

It's a damn shame.

God damn shame.

God damn shit.

I tell ya, Ralph.

A black man can't catch a break.

- Get out.

- I knew that bag was a
little too bulky for Ralph.

Look, don't shoot now.

Because you won't get no
argument and no ID from me.

- I don't wanna hurt you.

- That makes two of us.

- I'll be needing this hearse.

- Lady, you can
have this hearse.

You can have the keys,
Ralph's old stinkin' ass.

All of it.

You ain't getting no
argument from me, lady.

I ain't seen nothing.

Ha.

- Step away slow.

- Okay.

All right, take it easy.

- Faith!

Oh my god, are you okay?

- I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

I'm trying everything.

I'm...

I'm lost.

My world is falling apart
and I don't know who I am.

I don't know what to do.

- Is it Bryce?

Is it Jada?

Why are you in a
hospital gown and a robe?

- I don't know.

I don't know how I got here.

I don't...

- It's okay, it's okay.

Shh. It's okay.

Let's get you
changed and showered

and something to eat, okay?

Then we'll talk.

Tell me what's going on.

Were you in the hospital?

And why do you have a gun?

- Girl, I feel like
I'm losing my mind.

My entire life as I
know it has been erased.

I go home and there's
random people in my home.

And my baby is gone.

And then I'm at the
hospital and Bryce shows up

and he's a completely
different person.

He pulled a gun on me.

- What?

What do you mean?

- I've been kidnapped.

- What? By who?

- I've been shot at.

- With bullets?

- I've been called Imani Avant.

- Who?

Who is that?

- I don't know.

I don't know, but
whoever she is,

somebody wants the bitch dead.

- Um...

What floor of the hospital
did you say you were on again?

The locked one?

- I'm not crazy.

- I... I didn't say that.

It's just...

What did you say your
husband did again?

What kind of friends
do y'all have?

- He's a doctor.

We don't have friends.

We have a nanny.

And there's you.

Look.

A couple of years ago

I was in a really
serious car accident.

I got amnesia from it.

Bryce has been really good about

filling me in on the
details of my life.

- Girl.

Look, I'm not a cop or nothing

but I do watch
"Investigation ID."

And this sounds like
one of those stories

called A Whole Damn Problem.

And on the last episode, this
man stole his wife's identity

and gave it to the mistress.

- Karena.
- Babe.

- Karena.

This is not that.

- Then why would somebody
call you by another name?

- I don't know.

- Well, let's Google
that name and see.

Imani Avant.

War hero and
heiress to the Avant

Liquor Distribution
Company dynasty.

Dead after
accidentally drowning.

Faith.

Is this you?

- Will you click on that?

- Captain Imani Avant has
been laid to rest today.

The war hero and daughter

of well revered business
man Raymond Avant Senior

drown tragically after returning

from a successful
tour in Afghanistan.

Captain Avant is survived
by her brother Raymond Jr.

As you can see, the
well loved army soldier

was so highly regarded
that four-star general

Michelle Dupree and Secretary
of Defense, Arthur Bridges

were in attendance
at her service.

- Okay, click on her.

Zoom in.

- Yeah.

I'm so glad you came
up here with me.

I so needed a moment
away from the city.

And plus I've been wanting
to get here for awhile.

- Yeah.

Honestly, this
place is beautiful.

You know my brother
really loves you.

I haven't seen him this
happy since our mother died.

- I love him too.

And I would do anything for him.

- Ha!

Sorry.

This wine is really strong.

The wine is strong.

Yeah, I thought the wine
overseas was strong, ha!

This...

- Cheers.

- Wait.

- Um...

Are you sure you're okay?

- What's the date
on that article?

- Uh, the funeral
was only a year ago.

- Bryce said we've
been married 10 years.

That can't be me.

Pull up that picture again.

Fuck.

- Yeah.

And that guy, Raymond Jr.

Better known as Supreme.

The one that they're
saying is your...

I mean, her brother.

He owns the Avant
Suite downtown.

It's one of those high
end exclusive clubs

for the rich and famous.

Politicians, A-listers,
that's who goes there.

You know, I've heard

a lot of things about
that Avant family.

Like, powerful.

And dangerous things.

- Dangerous like what?

Karena, run!

- Girl.

- Girl, run!

- Okay, all right.

Ah!

- God damn it!

- Hey!

- Ah!

- Fuck!

- Faith!

Get in!

Get in, girl.

Come on.

Girl, close the door, close
the door, close the door.

People are really
coming after you, faith.

Why?

Has this got something
to do with your family?

- I don't know, Karena.

- Some mafia type shit?

- I don't know!

But I need to find out.

- Right, because you like some

wingnut terminator type bitch.

I mean, you fucked
a handful of men up

with one karate kick.

How you do that?

- Good question.

I need to talk to Bryce.

- Yeah, call him.

Right now.

- Hello?

Hey, baby, is that you?

Where are you?

Come home, please.

You need your medication.

- Bryce.

- Faith.

- We need to talk.

- What'd he say?

- He knows something.

Take me home.

- I don't know, Faith.

Are you sure?

- Whatever is going on, I
can't just leave Jada here.

We'll figure some shit out.

- Well, then I'm
coming with you.

- What I need you to
do is just get your son

and your grandmother
and go somewhere safe.

- I will.

- Let me know if you can
get anymore information.

- What the fuck is going on?

- Faith.

- Why did you have a
gun at the hospital?

- A gun? I was there
to bring you home.

- Don't lie to me.

- Faith, babe.

Give me the gun.

All of this is happening

because you're off
your medications.

I told you this would happen.

All right, the panic attacks.

The violence.

Feeling trapped.

I love you, so much.

Okay?

And I promise we're gonna
get past this but...

You've gotta trust me.

I'm so sorry this
is happening to you.

Come on, let's go to bed.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on babe, let's go.

- I'm disappointed
in you, bitch.

I'm so disappointed in you.

Uh-huh.

Stealing?

Sending a woman to do a man's
job, I can deal with that.

That's my fault.

But ain't no bitch
gonna steal from me.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

I've never been like this.

- You only live once.

- Same one?

- No.

This time someone shot me.

- Really?

You wanna talk about it?

- No.

I just want to get
my day started.

- Babe, listen.

I know you don't like
taking them pills, but...

We'll get through this.

- I know.

- Now who's the optimist?

- With a dash of love.

Jada, monster!

It's time to get up.

May I join you?

I'll take that as a yes.

- Mm.

She's back at home now.

Everything's back to normal.

I've got eyes on her
everywhere this time.

In a few days I'll lower the
dosage on her medication.

We should be able to
find the documents then.

- Well done.

Now.

Who sent those men?

- General Dupree.

But Dupree's men weren't
the only ones to show up.

The brother's men.

- Hm.

- Raymond Supreme Avant Jr.

Daddy's little prince.

Handed life on a
palladium spoon.

My sources tell me it was Dupree

who ordered the brother
to execute his sister.

And that's how she got the
bullet in the back of the head.

- Wow.

It appears as though it's
time to return the favor.

- Absolutely.

- And yet somehow you're
still sitting here with me.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

I appreciate you stopping in.

I'm still a little bit upset
about my sweet Dominique

so forgive me if I'm
not myself, all right?

- Well, I still
can't believe it.

- Me either.

I know you loved her,
she was good to you.

- Too good.

- I don't want you to
worry about it, okay?

I've already put some men on it

and we'll figure
out who did this.

- Yeah, well my
money's on Dupree.

That's okay.

No worries.

Karma is the master
mother fucker, trust.

Ha.

Speaking of Dupree.

Those men who snatched Imani
before you got there, Khalil.

- Yeah?

- Those were the General's men.

- Are you sure General
Dupree did that?

- Yeah, that bitch.

She was actually
the one who gave me

the intel I gave
you, but obviously

she ain't trust me enough
to take care of it.

- She could have got me killed.

- Right.

That's all right, I got
something for her ass.

- And what is that?

- A mark in the cemetery
and a slow walk to hell.

I just gotta get her there.

- Well, she does
have the fundraiser

at the club coming up.

- Indeed.

- Oh shit.

Faith?

Well, isn't this a
pleasant surprise.

- Is it?

Did you forget it's
our anniversary?

Mm.

Now who's forgetting?

- Does it matter now?

- Slow down, baby.

Let me do the rest.

- Faith.

- Shh.

Don't say another fucking word.

Xavier Alexander.

I wanna know what's going on.

Don't lie to me.

Don't try to gaslight me.

Because I love you.

But I will fucking kill you.

I want to know
every single detail.

- Okay.

Listen.

When you got home
from Afghanistan,

you went to the head

of the Senate Foreign
Affairs Committee.

With the promise of returning
with documents and proof.

- Well, keep up the
good work, Captain.

- Thank you, sir.

- Absolutely.

- Suddenly soldiers

in your unit were
showing up dead.

I was put on the case.

Powell wanted proof of what
went on in Afghanistan.

I had been assigned
to follow you.

That night at the
lake, you were there

with your brother's girlfriend.

I had to fall back a few
places or blow my cover.

And I lost you for a moment.

When I found you,
you were drowning.

I pulled you out.

I thought I had
lost you forever.

Everything that happened after
that was to keep you alive.

You actually had amnesia.

But when you started to heal

and your memories
were flooding back,

we were in a full operation.

And I was scared you
would go full metal jacket

to bring down General
Dupree too soon.

So I had to create us a life.

One you would believe.

Suppress your memories
with medication

and keep you safe
until the right time.

- How do I look?

- You look great.

A lot better.

I mean, what did
you want me to do?

I couldn't just
let them kill you.

- You killed me.

Because what the fuck
is a Faith Newford?

I am Imani Avant.

What the fuck is
that besides murder?

And then your dumb ass
couldn't even be creative.

You named me the
same god damn thing.

Did you not know that Faith
and Imani mean the same thing?

- Of course.

It's symbolic.

That's why I picked it.

Imani.

You are back now.

And you know what that means.

- You make the call?

- Did exactly as you instructed.

As soon as she hits her mark,

it'll be in place.

- Taking out a
presidential candidate.

You're a bold mother fucker.

- I was raised that way.

- Excuse me, fellas.

- Got it.

Everything's a go.

- Catch her ass right there.

- Everything okay, Khalil?

- Mm-hm.

- You all right, Jabril?

- Yes sir, I think
we're being followed.

Coming up on the left.

- Oh, I think we're okay.

Think you're just being
a little paranoid.

- Yeah, I think we're clear.

- You may be right.

- Yeah, I'll tell
you what, though.

These poll numbers are going up.

I like to see that.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay, now what the
hell is this now?

- Just construction, sir.

We're just gonna
take this detour.

It's probably gonna
make us late, though.

- Ah, it's probably
better, anyway.

Let her get there first.

I'm gonna steal some of her
thunder when I get there.

- Ha!

- Yo, what the fuck?

Jabril, what the fuck
are you doing, man?

- Yo, somebody's following us!

- Well, go!

Go, go, go!

- Just hang on, I got this.

Oh shit.

- Who the fuck is this,
Jabril, who is this?

- I don't know!

- Shit, he's getting close, man.

Come on, come on.
You gotta step on it!

- Shit, here we go.

- Right. Right,
right, right, right!

Go around.

Who the fuck is this?

Go in the tunnel. Go
in the tunnel, go!

Tunnel, tunnel, tunnel!

- Ah.

Just hang on, I got this.

- This is fucking Dupree.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What the fuck?

Go back, go back, go
back, go back, go back!

Ah!

Yo.

- Stay in the car, we got this.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Yo, let's go.

Stay here, we got this.
- Don't move!

- No, wait.

No, no, wait, wait,
wait! Hold it.

- Stay in the car!

- Come on, come on.
Put the gun down.

What are you gonna
do, shoot a senator?

Doubtful.

Just take me to whoever
fucking sent you.

- We're honored to host
you, Madam General.

- It is an honor to
be here, Jonathan.

- General
Dupree, General Dupree!

- Thank you, thank
you all for coming.

Remember, spread the word. Vote.

- Madam General.

- Thank you, Jonathan.

- You're welcome.

- General
Dupree! One more photo!

- There he is.

Ha, ha, ha!

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, it is
so good to see you.

How have you been?

- I've been great.
I've been great.

- Yes, I hear you've
been traveling.

- Yes, but you know, I wouldn't
miss this for the world.

I have to come out
and support anything

and everything you do.

- Thank you, thank you.

It means the world
to me, you know that.

- Yes, yes.

I believe you're gonna win.

- I do too.

- You're
gonna take it all the way.

- Thank you. Hello, everyone.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, what
a beautiful table.

- Anything you need, we're here.

- Thank you, that's
so good to know.

- No place like home, huh, sis?

You look good.

For somebody who's seen the
light twice, how was it?

- You tried to kill me.

- No.

I sent somebody else to do it.

And because I thought you'd
be dead and stay there,

I didn't think you'd
get mad about it.

- How could you?

Put a hit out on
your own sister?

- Please.

Come on, now.

We have never celebrated
or been attached to that.

That sibling thing.

You know?

We just arrived here at
the same fucked up time

by way of the same
fucked up people.

You know it and I know it.

So spare me.

- Mm.

You really are
the devil himself.

Did you kill Daddy?

He had cancer but
it wasn't terminal.

- You were off to the Army.

Trying to save the world.

You don't know that.

- I know when I came
back our dad's body was

reduced to a bag of ashes.

- That's because our
father didn't want

people looking down
on him in a casket.

So me, being the oldest,

and the only one who
was here with him,

I followed instructions.

- You didn't follow shit.

You never followed anything.

You expect me to believe that.

You hated him.

- Ah, don't deflect.

I hated you.

- Oh, because you
were jealous of me?

Right?

Because I was more like
Daddy than you would ever be?

You know what Daddy
and I had in common?

Honor.

Loyalty.

Respect.

You're just a narcissist
who wanted everything.

And no matter what Daddy did,

it was never good
enough for you.

And you know why that is?

Because you're just some
little weak ass boy still.

And we both know that.

- Cute.

He ain't never give me shit.

It was you.

You were his prized possession.

- Is that why you put
a bullet in his head?

- Maybe.

- Maybe.

I might put a bullet in yours.

- Ha.

Go for it.

- Fucking bitch!

- Yeah, huh?

Where your fucking daddy
at now, mother fucker?

You ain't got the fucking heart.

- And I believe your father's
in the military, yes?

- Yes, yes.

A two-star general.

- Meh, I got a
couple stars on him,

but I won't hold
that against him.

- Get her out of here!

Get her out of here!

- Let's go, move, move.

- Move.

- Well, well, well.

I must admit, it's
good to see you.

You always were a
persistent little thing.

Surely, you didn't
come to kill me.

Did you, soldier?

Always was your
biggest downfall.

Trying to outshine the master.

Didn't Raymond
teach you anything?

- This isn't about my father.

This is about me and you.

- Salam Alaikum.

- Alaikum salam.

- Balcony, do you see him?

- I see him.

- Hey Cap, we got a lot
of movement up there.

We need to move, now.

- We're on the move.

- I got a phone, 12 o'clock.

I don't like this.

- We need to
get the President out now.

- I think we should--

- We gotta move!

Move!

- Cap, wait.

Maybe you should--

- I shouldn't what?

I shouldn't say
anything to the General

about how she sent us on a
fucking suicide mission, huh?

Move, soldier.

- Mission accomplished?

- What mission, General Dupree?

The real one or the fake one?

That was a drone hit.

Not suicide bombers, not rebels.

- Be easy, soldier.

- I lost three men out there.

- Stand down,
soldier, last warning.

- That was a fucking ambush!

- Everything went as planned.

- Not the plan relayed to me.

We were supposed to save
President Zalmai, not kill him.

And then blame it on some
makeshift, OCI rebels

who were armed with American
weapons and ammunition

and then conveniently
named terrorists by you.

- Now you're in violation.

I said, stand the fuck down!

- Oh yeah, well tell
it to fucking Congress.

Because I already
alerted the head

of Foreign Affairs
Committee, Senator Powell,

that this mission
was faulty by design.

- We have a problem.

You know, you always
were too self righteous

for your own good.

Nobody gives a fuck
about those people.

The world has painted
them as terrorists

and just maybe
that's what they are.

Do you think anyone
cared that we were

the ones who actually ordered
the hit on their president?

That would be a hell no.

And you know why?

Because the world
has relegated them

to being throw away people.

Not even worthy of the land

and the rich resources
they sit upon.

Every time somebody
fills their gas tank

or heats their
house or buys oil,

do you think they give a damn

that we were the ones
who ran over villages

and started wars and created
faux rescue missions to get it?

Again, that would be a no.

And that is because those
people don't matter, Imani.

And for the life of
me, I can't understand

why the fuck you think they do.

- They're people.

They deserve to live.

And live well.

Liberation and democracy.

That was your mantra.

Or...

Does that not matter
to you when it comes

to black and brown babies?

- Oh god, here we go.

The race card.

I don't make up the
rules, princess,

I just enforce them.

And you.

You've gotta be the biggest
hypocrite of them all.

I know you don't think
the Avant's wealth

just came from your
daddy's good looks.

How many women
and children died?

How many rebels
were paid to guard

your daddy's coca and
poppy plantations, huh?

How many villages
pillaged so you could be

amongst the 1%?

Going to your fancy schools.

Living in your mansions.

- Don't try to blame
this on my father

because we both know you were
his partner in all of this.

- Yes!

Yes, I was!

And you wanna know why?

Because we understood
each other.

We understood the assignment.

But you, little miss ungrateful.

So determined to destroy
everything we built

and take your own family
down in the process.

And for what?

The good of man?

Oh please, that is such
a pile of bullshit.

- You should rot in hell.

- And you should watch
your fucking back.

Because your borrowed
time is ticking.

Now move, soldier.

- Freeze!

- Mother fucker.

- I'm okay.

I promise.

- Commander.

- Sergeant Myles Brailey.

- Look at you.

Okay, this is different.

- You like it?

- So is this your new uniform?

- I guess so.

Ha, good to see you.

- Good to see you, too.

Looks like it's time to get
that tatted back on, hm?

- Sergeant Brailey.

Or should I say, Khalil Dames?

My brother, thank you.

We couldn't have got
this done without you.

And now that you're back,

we need to figure out
where these documents are.

- Well, it looks like you
don't have to search very far.

The documents are
in the pendant.

- The whole time?

- The whole time.

- The documents
are in the pendant.

- It's in the pendant.

- You know what we went through?

- We could have died.

- Dupree, Dupree, Dupree.

I usually don't
come to such events.

But for you, I decided
to make an exception.

I had such high hopes for us.

You were so smart.

And you were definitely on
your way to being president.

But you allowed
your own ambitions

to get ahead of what I
instructed you to do.

And now, you know
how this works.

Don't worry, I made all
the proper arrangements.

And this will be easy and quiet.

Cyanide gas.

It'll be quick.

Painful, but quick.

You'll feel dizzy,
the room will spin.

You'll begin to seize.

Your heart will race.

Your blood pressure will spike.

And then it'll all be over.

Clean this up.

- Officers Avant,
Brailey, Alexander.

Job well done.

This is what happens when
agencies work together.

The CIA and Army spec ops,

we're all brothers and
sisters when we're out there.

Congratulations.

Let's not forget
your field team.

They worked fast and diligently

when things started to go south.

Thank you for your service.

By now you've all heard
that General Dupree

has committed suicide.

Not surprising, she took
the coward's way out.

And while she'll never
face a court of law

or jury of her peers, I've
received classified intel

that she orchestrated
the killing

of President Zalmai to extend
the war in Afghanistan.

- Why?

- She was involved
in a operation

that was allowing tons of heroin

into our country via
our nation's ports.

And she was colluding
with the rebels

of South and West Africa
to build a drug empire.

When our new
president is elected,

I'll work with
that administration

to have the op declassified.

So Dupree will be disgraced
and go down in history

as a war criminal,
a drug dealer,

and a traitor to
the United States.

And all of you
will be recognized

for the heroes that you are.

Carry on.

- What was that look about?

- How would Bridges
know about the pipeline?

- The pendant.

- I haven't given
it to anyone yet.

- Confirming.

Delta-three-nine-nine
charlie-six.

- Confirmed.

- New
assignment ready.

- Go.

- Well, this is interesting.

I never thought we'd
be here, you and me.

- Neither did I.

- Did you hear about Dupree?

She didn't do so well.

- That's typical.

Doesn't surprise me, though.

She got ahead of herself.

- So tell me, how do you
plan on getting out of this?

- Let's just say, I
have a little faith.

- Well, she better hurry.