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- [heart beating] - [sirens wailing]

- [horns honking] - [indistinct chatter]

[man 1] Nah, he’s the football guy.

This is the dude who thinks he's all that.

[man 2] They found the body in the motherfucker’s freezer.

[man 1] Know what? I’m glad he killed some neo-fucking-Nazi.

[uneasy music playing]

[sirens continue wailing]

- [indistinct chatter] - [drums beating]

[scattered applause]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[reporter] According to sources, Daniels has been acting erratically

over the last several days,

including firing a gun on a residential street,

which led to a suspension from CNN.

Daniels isn't the first member of his family to find himself…

I think you should turn that off.

[reporter] His father, George Daniels, died while serving a life sentence

for the 1987 murder of Brian Kellogg, a Philadelphia landlord.

The elder Daniels shot Kellogg after losing a prolonged court battle

over whether Kellogg was engaging in the illegal racist practice

known as "redlining" in the Cobbs Creek neighborhood of West Philadelphia.

Years earlier, the senior Daniels was affiliated with MOVE…

[Elena] Muncie, please call me.

The police came by again, and I don't know what to tell them.

You need to talk to that lawyer again and figure this thing out.

This is no longer something you can outrun.

[reporter] …anyone with any information on the whereabouts of Muncie…

I said turn it off.

- …to call the tip-- - [TV turns off]

[horns honking]

[uneasy music playing]

[detective] Working off a tip, officers found a dismembered body

in the boiler room of Mr. Daniels' West Philadelphia apartment.

The body was that of Pennsylvania resident Mark Simon.

At this time, we believe Mr. Daniels was acting alone,

so he is our primary suspect.

Anyone coming into contact with Mr. Daniels

should immediately alert Philadelphia police.

At this point, we consider him armed and extremely dangerous.

[horn honks]

[uneasy music continues]

[horns continue honking]

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter over speaker]

[bus brakes screech]

[loud beep]

[sighs]

Yo, dude, you all right?

- [man groaning] - Yo, bro. Yo.

What the fuck!

Fuck!

Excuse me.

There's a guy over there impregnating one of the ticket machines.

Did he, his extremities, or any of his bodily fluids

make contact with you, your belongings, or the belongings of anyone in your party?

- Uh, no. - Then I hope he had a good time.

[woman over speaker] If you see something, say something.

[bus brakes hiss]

- [Muncie] Thank you. - [driver] No problem.

[driver] Welcome aboard, everybody.

If you've got large items, please put 'em in the overhead compartments.

If there's no room up there, the seat underneath.

Uh, we're gonna be making stops in Newark, New Jersey, Trenton, Cherry Hill,

where this bus will be terminated in Philadelphia.

Just kick back and enjoy the ride. Thank you.

[bus brakes hiss]

[engine accelerates]

[music building]

[music halts abruptly]

[opening theme music playing]

♪ If you wanna run, then run away ♪

♪ If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪

♪ If you wanna run, then run away ♪

♪ If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

[music halts]

[sirens wailing in the distance]

[man 1] He got the shit slapped out of him.

Why you even still talking about this? It's been 20 goddamn years.

[man 1] I'm still talking 'cause you ain't agreed with me yet.

[Isiah chuckles]

- [man 1 groans] - [man 2] Uh-oh.

[sighs]

Had a feeling.

Well, come on.

Y'all keep an eye out here now.

[doorbell chimes]

I'll stick with water.

This ain't Whole Foods, motherfucker.

It's worse than you let on last you were here.

Couldn't let on much.

Well, it's murder of a notorious white man.

Don't get much worse.

The way I understand it,

the man was the Jesse Jackson of white supremacy.

That's why the cops on you like this.

You got one of their own.

Maybe.

Ain't no maybe.

They decided you did it, and they gonna see to it that you prove 'em right.

I ain't going down without a fight.

You talking to a motherfucker who watched every Panther in Philly

get taken out by them pigs in a box or in a jumpsuit.

This ain't no fight or flight.

It's just flight.

You need to get the fuck out.

[inhales] Which starts with getting the fuck up out of here,

because you radioactive out in these streets.

Radioactive.

I got a wife and kids.

While you're alive.

[uneasy music playing]

Hey, Burt. I'm gonna handle this one.

My eyes ain't that bad.

[keys jingle]

Where we going?

Someplace you can lay low.

Under the blanket.

[siren wailing in the distance]

[door shuts]

[uneasy music continues]

[keys jingle]

[engine turns over]

[door shuts]

[Muncie whispers] Seriously?

I told you. Low.

[Muncie sighs]

[Isiah] You need a place with no traffic.

Kallie and me doing a reno next door. You should be safe there.

Kallie and you?

I'm a businessman. It's good business.

[door shuts]

Go on.

[door unlocks]

Thank you.

[exhales]

[sirens continue wailing in the distance]

[dog barks in the distance]

[door shuts]

[Kallie] I'll pick up some clothes in the morning.

Let me know if there's anything you need.

- This is more than enough. - All right.

Well, I'm next door if something goes wrong.

I appreciate this.

I didn't want to get you involved.

I'm just glad you're safe.

- I like what you're doing here. - [Kallie chuckles softly]

It's not really shit right now, but…

You've seen my place. It started out looking just like this.

All right.

You and Isiah own this?

I own it.

Oh.

[Kallie] Mm-hmm.

Just needed permits and zoning approval.

Isiah has a connection, so he gets a kickback.

That's good…

[lips smack] …that you two are close.

So, who knew you'd be a tycoon?

[Kallie laughs] It's not just that.

Between Temple and UPenn buying up every piece of property,

getting in the game's the only way to keep what's ours ours.

That's true.

I still wish you'd used some of that money I set aside for college, though.

High school diploma.

Real estate mogul.

Pillar of the community.

A billion degrees. No friends.

Fugitive.

You did the math.

- Mmm. - [both chuckle]

Shit. [laughs]

[exhales]

Yeah. Good night.

- Night. - [door opens]

[door shuts]

[bird tweeting]

[dog barking in the distance]

["I'll Be Around" by The Spinners playing]

[sighs]

[exhales]

[grill sizzling]

[items clattering]

[man] Y'all kids better not be in here fucking again!

Hey, nobody's in here fucking, and nobody's trespassing.

This is my daughter's place, man.

Nigga, I watch TV. I know who you is.

Okay.

I'm Harold. I live two down.

Kallie lets me borrow her grill.

Ribs cook better on charcoal than gas.

Fuck the lungs, right?

- Okay. - [Harold chuckles]

Harold, uh, let me just, uh…

You didn't kill that white man, did you?

I mean, if you did, cool, but you ain't on some, like, killing spree, is you?

No, no, no, I'm not.

Yeah, you don't look like a chop-a-body-up kinda nigga.

Well, shit.

Don't just stand in here hiding like Anne Frank.

Come keep me company. You like ribs? You ain't no vegan, is you?

[chuckles, inhales]

Nigga, this is North Philly.

You think you the only one with a warrant?

[chuckles]

[Muncie sighs]

- [upbeat music playing] - [all laughing]

- You know who you're really up against? - Oh shit. Here this nigga go.

[Jermichael] Y'all always be like, "Jermichael crazy."

Real shit. You know who you're really up against?

- OJ. - [all] Ah!

- Am I lying? Flow, am I lying? - [sighs] He ain't wrong.

'Cause OJ killed that white girl. Everyone knew he did it, but he got off.

We partied in the streets.

White people saw that joy, and now they're like, "Never again."

Yeah, but unlike OJ, I did not do it.

So? Them motherfuckers ain't gonna take the chance of you getting off

and writing a book called, "If I Cut Up Mike Such and Such."

- Mark. - See? You know too much about him. Guilty.

- [Flow] Here, take the edge off. - No, I'm good. Thank you.

Flow, I already tried. He not partaking. Don't make no sense.

If I had them boys after me like he got, you best believe I'd have a drink or two.

- [Flow] Or six. - I'm just trying to keep a clear head.

- Go on. Tell them about your plan. - It's simple. It's just the truth.

- This guy, Stu Magnusson. - Billionaire.

- Billion? - Yeah.

- With a B? - [Flow] Mmm!

Nigga, you fucked.

- [Flow] Let him tell his plan. - Thank you.

I just need to find my black glove.

- "If the glove don't fit…" - "You must acquit."

[all laughing]

Now that's who you need. You need to call Johnnie.

I ain't… Johnnie who?

Johnnie Cochran.

- [Flow] Oh, he dead, fool. - That's what they want you to think.

Hey, Kallie. Come get you some of these ribs.

[Kallie] I'm good, Mr. Harold.

Looks like you got enough mouths to feed.

- Excuse me. - [Jermichael] Uh-oh.

That boy in trouble.

- [Flow] Mm-hmm. - Say that again.

- [laughs] - [exhales]

Why would you be sitting out there?

- I was in the back. Out of sight. - You're missing the point!

Everyone you come in contact with is in danger.

Those people are my family.

Okay.

You're… You're right.

I'm sorry.

I… I… I should go.

Where?

Perhaps safer if you don't know.

Isiah too.

Isiah's been there for you.

Man basically raised you.

You can't go to folks for help, then just cut 'em off.

But it's just like you said.

Everyone I come in contact with are in danger.

I said that 'cause I'm fucking pissed.

But you can't just be walking around out there.

I have no choice.

[Kallie] Just wait.

[bag crumbling]

I got this for your leg.

Isiah said your mom used to say garlic could heal anything.

She did.

I wish you knew her.

[exhales]

[pensive music playing]

What are you gonna do?

You think I should turn myself in?

I think your first instinct is to run.

Always.

Going back since forever.

Which I say no longer giving a shit, just observation.

[door opens]

[phone line ringing]

[siren wailing]

[man] Wrong way!

[indistinct yelling]

[phone vibrating]

[sniffles]

- Hello? - Hey, it's Muncie Daniels. Don't hang up.

I… I can't be talking to you.

Why not?

They're fucking with my life.

Who is?

The Forge.

Antifa?

People are following my kids. They're putting my address online.

Leaving me fucking rape messages on my phone.

Okay.

Yeah, I understand.

But listen.

We're both being screwed by the same person. Stu Magnusson.

- I told you I don't know him. - Yeah, but maybe Mark did.

I just need you to find something that proves that.

That they were working together before things went south. That's all.

- And then we-- - [line ends]

- [dial tone] - Lu… Lucie.

[exhales]

Fuck.

[pensive music playing]

[man] Hey!

[uneasy music playing]

[uneasy music swells]

[dog barks]

[uneasy music continues]

I don't know.

I don't see him anywhere.

Sorry, one second. I'll call you back.

[uneasy music continues]

Why the fuck are you following me?

- I wasn't. - Who the fuck are you?

- I'm nobody. - Nobody? Who the fuck are you, man?

I… I'm nobody. I just saw you in an ad.

- Give me your fucking phone. - Okay. Here.

You call the cops?

- No. - Yeah, you did.

What's wrong with you? Don't fuck around with me!

- Get the fuck out of here! - Okay.

Pick up your fucking pace!

[uneasy music continues]

[Muncie breathing shakily]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

[tense music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[car alarm chimes]

- Oh, the fuck, bro? - [Muncie] Hey, shh! Calm the fuck down.

It's cool. It's cool.

Fuck!

I got a plan.

A'ight?

Mark Simon's widow has proof that Mark was talking to Laura Jennings.

So we get that, and then we get Don Sloss, and then we get Stu Magnusson,

and we take all of that into the police.

I just need someone to believe in me.

Can you do that?

Yeah.

[exhales]

Look, dude.

You are all over the news and socials.

And there's reward money for you now as of a few hours ago.

I know.

And, nigga, you're out of moves.

You can't find Sloss, and you will never get to Magnusson.

So what do I do now?

Well…

you can turn yourself in.

The sooner the better.

You do it within 48 hours, it'll really make a difference.

Or… you do what we talked about.

And you run.

If you do that, there's a difference when you leave after the warrant drops.

Ain't no laying low.

It's running away.

And you'll be doing that your whole entire life.

But it might be the right move.

For now.

With you gone, they might solve the crime.

I'm not a criminal.

Muncie, with all due respect, my brother…

you're sure acting like one.

Can you do one thing for me?

Get a message to Elena.

[breathes deeply]

- [Tanner] Shut up, asshole! - It's permanent.

Tanner James!

Hey, you cannot say that.

They called me a little N-word.

[Lucie] Who did?

Who is this?

You better not be putting those words into my son's mind. He is seven years old.

- Who called you that, Tanner? - Friends of Dad's. I'm on his account.

Which friends of Dad's?

- They ask you any questions? - I don't know.

They knew what happened to our house, and they asked about the Black guy.

Okay, uh…

Use your own account from now on.

And asshole is an off-limits word.

- You will not use it again. - [Tanner sighs]

You okay?

[Tanner] Mm-mm.

[doorbell chimes]

[Isiah] This mean what I think it does?

Uh-huh.

Four a.m.

Sharp.

Yeah, I bet.

[phone chimes]

[phone ringing, vibrating]

Hey, sweetie, how you doing?

Yeah, I know. I know.

Yes, hold on.

Careful. They might be listening.

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

I know Isiah said he could get us past the cops, but…

[Elena sighs]

You guys aren't coming?

Listen.

No.

No need to explain that.

You don't deserve anything that's happened.

Neither do you.

You, um… You know what I was thinking about today?

Our second date.

You remember?

Yeah. Yeah, I remember. [chuckles]

That means you don't.

Um… [chuckles]

- Salsa dancing. Germantown Avenue. - Okay.

And you remember why we went salsa dancing?

'Cause I'm an excellent dancer?

No, because you told me you were an excellent dancer.

Swore to me, in fact.

- But then we get there-- - And I never salsa'd before.

Not a one-two-one ever in your life.

I said, um,"What do you call this dance that we're doing?"

And I said, uh, "This here's called the Muncie Shuffle."

The Muncie Shuffle.

A right thing to do, a wrong thing to do, and then…

there's the Muncie thing to do.

And it frustrates me to no end, but I've always trusted it.

But…

I'm dancing this one alone.

I gotta do what's best for our son.

- That's what I'm trying to do. - I know. I know.

I just think…

you gotta take care of Muncie.

Besides, I like bad boys.

I mean, if you commit the crime next time, maybe.

[chuckles]

Is D there?

[sucks teeth] Yeah.

Yeah, he's here. Hold on.

[exhales]

So you just leaving?

For now.

- I have to be gone for a bit. - Where?

I can't tell you that right now.

I just want you to know that everything's gonna be okay.

- This is some bullshit! - [Elena] Demetrius.

Hey! I need you to listen to me.

It's not forever.

I can come visit, right?

When things die down?

Yeah.

We'll make it work.

You promise?

I promise.

[somber music playing]

I gotta go.

But I want you to know that I love you.

I love you very much.

Love you too.

[somber music continues]

[exhales]

[music fades]

[Burt] Bali's fucking gorgeous, man.

[man 1] They're not gonna send my man to no Bali.

You know how close Bali is to the sea level?

Ain't gonna be no Bali in ten years.

Well, my cousin's boy, Geo, he had to get low a couple years back.

Ended up in Montenegro.

He likes it there.

[Burt] They got a non-extradition country called Negro Mountain?

[man 1] I know, man.

[Isiah] Hey. Hey.

[Isiah] Thanks, man.

[Muncie] Mind holding this for me?

[pensive music playing]

Yo. Don Lemonade. Wrong door.

[trunk unlocks, beeps]

[trunk beeping]

[pensive music continues]

[driver chuckles]

[passenger] Jeez.

- Uh, what's-- - Don't talk. Don't talk.

I'm sure this little pit stop is 'cause they're looking for you.

[driver] You're a very popular fugitive.

- Evening, officer. - [indistinct chatter on radio]

- You wanna pop the trunk for me? - [driver] Yeah, sure thing.

[passenger] How you doing tonight, Dougie?

[Dougie] I'm good.

[passenger] Do me a favor.

Don't touch Mr. Bianculli's golf clubs.

[tense music playing]

[trunk unlocks, beeps]

[music swells]

Tell Mr. Bianculli he has nice clubs.

- They're good to go. - [flashlight clicks off]

[trunk closing]

[driver] Attaboy, Dougie.

[exhales]

- [trunk beeping] - [Muncie exhales]

[passenger sighs]

Cheer up, pal. Probably going somewhere really nice.

You know, no mosquitoes, nothing like that.

Yeah, but this ain't no vacation.

It's even better.

- You're gonna get to start over. - [car doors open]

Look at you. You're a good-looking guy, you got a full head of hair, you're tall,

you're probably hung like a bull.

Get yourself a nice island girl, no speaking English,

you forget about everyone and everything back here.

It's easy-peasy.

[driver] Time to move.

[plane engine starting]

I think your first instinct is to run.

Always.

Going back since forever.

[pensive music playing]

[Kwesi] It's running away.

And you'll be doing that your whole entire life.

[music halts]

I'm not going.

It's off.

It don't work like that, pal.

Yeah, well…

Yo, shine, you think this is, uh, our idea of a fun fucking night?

[passenger] Vinny.

You need to think about this very carefully.

I have.

And it's off.

Okay.

It's your arraignment, pal.

But this is where we leave you.

Your friend only booked a one-way ticket.

Yeah.

That's part of the problem.

[passenger] Good luck.

Come on.

[Vinny scoffs] The fuck?

[car doors open, shut]

[engine turns over]

[somber music playing]

[birds tweeting]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[cop] You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.

You have the right to an attorney,

if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you…

[dramatic sting]

I am telling you, Muncie, rule number one is to remain silent.

Folks are putting a frame on me. I gotta outsmart 'em.

Has that been your strategy so far?

[sighs]

You've been read your rights, and this interview is in no way coerced,

correct?

That is correct.

So I'd love to just save us a headache

and just have you write down how and why you killed Mark Simon.

Pop on your John Hancock, and we can all go back to bed. How's that sound?

I'd be happy to write down the names of the men who killed Mark Simon,

if that would help you, you know, detect some shit.

[lawyer clears throat]

Let me restate.

No, no, let me.

On March 25th, you booked yourself into a Poconos Airbnb

next to Mr. Simon to give yourself a chance to be alone with him.

I went there to write my book.

I have several witnesses who can attest--

You took a hacksaw over to Mr. Simon's place.

The power went out.

The generator at my place was out of propane.

Mr. Simon told me if I needed anything--

I'd like to remind my client that he's participating in this interview

against advice of counsel.

[Muncie] Okay. Okay.

Mr. Simon told me if I needed anything to stop by.

I… went by to borrow some propane.

That's when I saw the body.

You thought to bring a hacksaw to cut the body,

but you improvised a murder weapon?

How… How does that work?

Is it a rookie mistake, or is that rude when you do this a lot?

He knows I know how the body was cut up because I told the Poconos PD what I saw.

Let's talk about your ability to improvise weapons.

The pen box found in your client's apartment.

My client is a writer.

The thing is, the box is empty

because we pulled the pen out of, uh, an Anton Zharinov.

- That is my pen, but I didn't do all that. - [lawyer] Hold up a second.

My client's already made statements to the FBI and others

that this man is one of Mr. Simon's killers.

According to the security service Mr. Zharinov worked for,

he was employed to protect Mark Simon.

That's bullshit.

Sweatpants found in your apartment with both Zharinov and Simon's blood.

What?

Wait, wait, wait. They must have went into my apartment and put that on there.

Mr. Simon's laptop with his recent work, which we know is of great interest to you.

- Bad guys plant that too? - I never saw that before in my life.

How sure are you about that?

Don't answer that.

[uneasy music plays]

I didn't know who Mark Simon was until after he was dead.

[detective clears throat]

- [knocks on door] - [door lock rings]

Your internet browser history for the last year.

Five months ago, you read an article in The Atlantic

titled "Who Is Brother14?"

I said I didn't know who Mark Simon was.

I didn't say I didn't know who Brother14 was.

It mostly profiles his dangerous and influential online presence.

Then goes on a tangent about internet speech regulation.

Not really my thing, but an interesting last paragraph.

Speculation on Brother14's identity.

Bannon protégé in Phoenix.

Guy got kicked off a message board. False flag op by Antifa.

But then…

[sucks teeth] "It is more likely that Brother14 is a senior member

of the alt-right fraternity The Forge, which often parrots his talking points."

- What? - A day later, you book the Poconos Airbnb.

Here's where you found his furniture store.

That's where you found his wife's Facebook page

the same day you booked the rental.

- No, no, I did all of that after! After! - [lawyer] Okay. Okay.

We are done answering questions, Detective. Thank you.

Aw, come on. I haven't even gotten to the part

where he looks up how to dispose of body parts.

You were obsessed with the victim.

Not only did you commit this murder,

you planned it for months.

I didn't know who he was.

- [female cop] Detective. - Jesus Christ, Tiffany.

[Tiffany] You should come out here.

[scoffs]

[chair thuds]

[lock rings]

[exhales shakily]

I'm gonna call my partner.

Okay? We're gonna work up a plan.

If he gets back before I do, you sit tight,

you breathe deep.

Okay?

Like on some zen shit. I don't wanna hear you say another motherfucking word.

I know that it feels…

it feels hopeless right now, but we can fight this.

- Sit tight. - [lock rings]

[uneasy music playing]

[sobbing]

[uneasy music swelling]

- [music halts abruptly] - [total silence]

[closing theme music playing]

[music fades]

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