Original subtitles

- That waiter needs to be dealt with immediately.

Hmm.

Get control of this situation, Pastor Murdock.

If he overheard anything that we said,

you will be held personally responsible.

Yo, this is not happening.

Salad Gate?

And they have Jackson!

Are you freaking kidding me?

And I'm more than sure

we were in a house of "The Betters."

Who are The Betters?

Don't worry about that.

We need to get up out the streets now.

- But who are The Betters?

What is Salad Gate?

- Tyler, meet us at Max Lounge in 20 minutes.

- Thank you for coming, sorry about the lights.

Hey, vote Hudson Murdock, all right?

Sorry about the lights.

Get home safe, all right?

- We really needed their backing.

We can't win the election like this.

- Vasquez, you know when something's destined to happen,

nothing can stop it.

Why don't you go home and get some rest?

Meet me at Mrs. Fields's house tomorrow, okay?

Go, it's okay.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Just so you and Uncle know, I'm not sleeping here,

if these lights don't come back on in the next five minutes,

this house creeps me out.

- I'm sure something will be worked out momentarily.

- An electrician has been called, sir.

He'll be here within an hour.

- That's it, I'm going over to Maddie's house.

Okay, that's fine, be safe.

Goodnight.

- I just feel for him and his family, you know?

Ho ho, hold on one second.

Tyler, come on back.

Did anybody contact you about that video?

It's all over the news now.

No.

Don't worry, no one will ever know it's me.

I posted it anonymously.

Okay good, I'm just checking.

Where are you going now?

- I'm meeting the gang at the spot.

Tyler, I really don't like you

referring to them as a gang.

- It's like the Scooby Gang, not like gang bangers.

It's just what everybody calls them

and Auntie, I'm 19, I'm an adult.

- Alright, Shaggy, just don't be too late

because now that this video is out,

the police are gonna be out there

and they're gonna be anxious, okay?

Take care of yourself.

I will.

All right.

Yeah, so what were we talking about?

Mr. Wilkes.

No, we're not doing that.

My son needs a heart and he's running outta time,

and you, your gathering was supposed to help him,

and look at it.

Look at this shit.

We in the dark,

a goddamn disaster!

- Uh, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

No.

What can I do to help?

Help me?

You can't help me.

You know why?

Because you, your entire family are all fucked up,

generation after generation, all of you are failures.

- I think you need to watch your mouth, that's uncalled for.

- Isn't it amazing how quickly people turn against you?

- What, what, what did he mean about

this whole thing was to help his son?

I don't know,

but you needn't concern yourself with Mr. Wilkes.

You will not be needing his support any longer.

And why is that?

Because I said so.

I'm confused.

Salad Gate, The Betters?

I've never heard any of this before.

Get unconfused, okay?

This is some real shit.

The Betters want you to think

it's a conspiracy theory.

- Right, here's two more beers for you guys

and for you, a cola.

Come on.

Come on, nothing.

You lucky we even let you in here.

No alcohol,

and the salad's for you.

Thank you.

A salad?

Really?

I'm hungry.

Sorry.

- Will somebody school this little nigglet?

Okay, listen.

What?

- This salad is healthy for you, right?

Yeah.

- So it symbolizes a healthy body.

This tomato, an organ,

a heart,

a kidney,

the eyes,

liver,

so on and so forth.

- I hope you don't expect me to eat that

after you've been touching all up in it.

My bad.

Yeah, my bad.

Yeah, you gonna buy me another salad.

- Salad Gate is not a conspiracy theory, Tyler.

It's a code The Betters use

for trafficking human body parts.

And The Betters are?

Anybody!

What's up, baby?

Hey, I'ma holler at you later, all right?

All right.

Better.

She could be one.

Here's the thing,

The Betters put out their own conspiracy theory

about themselves or throw everyone else off track.

But who are The Betters?

I just told you,

anybody, man.

Let me explain.

Okay, so there are people who believe this country is run

by a secret society of the rich and elite.

- Okay, I've heard that one before.

Okay, it's a lie.

The Betters want you to think that

so that they can hide in plain sight running the world,

elections, et cetera.

- But people vote the president in.

The fuck they do, Tyler!

Presidents are selected, not elected.

Okay, if you two don't believe

that people vote officials in,

then why are you even running in this campaign?

That doesn't make any sense.

We have our reasons.

Betters are rich,

poor,

black, white, any ethnicity,

a waitress, a school teacher,

doctor, cops, a lawyer, a bum on the street, your neighbor,

but always, always the president of the United States,

as well as anyone who runs the country.

Wait, Obama was a Better?

- This boy ain't ready for the truth.

Go home, Tyler!

Just go back and sleep with the rest of the ignorant world.

No, no.

Okay?

I'm ready.

Be good, man, get home safe.

You too.

Good evening, Mr. Wilkes.

Good evening, Ben.

Appreciate you.

- The Betters are people who believe

they're descendants of aliens.

They believe thousands of years ago,

aliens came to this planet and mated with humans

and they are the chosen ones in position to run the world.

Aliens?

Come on, guys.

Really?

Yes, and

there are people who are descendants of The Betters

and don't even know it.

I'm still stuck at the aliens.

Damn.

He's not gonna get it.

I'm gonna get another salad.

Jellina, I do wanna get it!

It's just presidents, aliens.

- Look Tyler, we're done doing the homework for you.

This information is out there for anybody to access.

It's about time you stopped walking around in the dark.

- I forgot to turn the lights back on at Hudson's house.

I gotta go.

Yo, Tyler,

you did a good job tonight.

- I've been told that Mr. Wilkes has been handled, sir,

per your request.

Thank you, Mr. Norman.

- Working on your sermon for Sunday?

Not quite.

Hm.

Yes indeed.

- Will there be anything

before I retire for the evening, sir?

- Your family worked for my family for many years.

- Yes sir, three generations.

Your great-grandfather was a great man

who broke barriers in Washington, DC.

He was a slave in this house

when he was just a boy.

- And after slavery was abolished,

he made a fortune as a grocer and bought this house.

- Not quite, he did not have to buy this house.

It was left to him.

By white owners?

Yes.

- Why did I think he purchased it?

- You probably assumed that's a, but it was left to him.

Anything else?

No.

Have a good night.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

Thanks, Mac.

No problem.

You need anything else before I go on stage?

No, I'm good.

What are you singing tonight?

Tribute to Tootie.

You knew her, right?

- No, not really, just from here as an artist,

but I loved when she would perform.

- Yeah, I gotta do something for her. Uh...

She was killed by the cops in a diner robbery.

Are you sure about that?

Yeah.

She had such a beautiful voice too.

It seemed like she had, you know, so much going for her.

I just, I just don't know

what would make her do something like that, you know?

Yeah, I don't either.

She doesn't strike me as a person who would rob anything.

Not at all, but,

and she was killed the same day as that young man

that was also shot by the police,

that, that video that went viral.

We got two deaths in our own community

by the hands of the cops.

It's just, just sad.

- Tootie was shot and killed by the police

while robbing a diner.

What?

Tootie's dead?

Tootie would not rob a diner.

I mean, we didn't know her that well,

but I don't think she would've done that.

You don't think Hudson

would've murdered his wife either, but-

All of it's fucked up.

Tootie's killed and Jackson,

we don't even know if he's dead or alive.

He's alive.

- Osylus, did that guy Pete ever hit you back?

Uh,

no, not yet.

- Tootie, this one's for you, baby.

Rest in heaven.

Why are you here?

Shouldn't you be at your apartment getting ready for work?

Good morning, sunshine

and no, Hudson closed the office today.

Thank God.

So,

I'm assuming yesterday wasn't a dream.

- Would you like a lie or the truth

with your morning coffee?

I don't know.

No, yesterday was not a dream.

It was real.

Ooh, arts and crafts.

Ah, excuse me.

I do not do arts and crafts.

- Uh, your glitter says otherwise.

- It's a protest poster for Jackson.

There's a protest?

Thanks to Tyler's video.

10 million views.

People across the country are protesting everywhere.

We're gonna make them tell us where Jackson is.

Across the country?

Yeah.

That's what I'm talking about!

Woo!

Sit down.

Sorry.

Shit, I'm okay, sorry.

Good morning and welcome.

You are human and black.

I am your gracious leader, Osylus Parker.

Thank you for waking up with us this morning.

Now, we're at it again, y'all.

We need to band together for our brother Jackson

and understand when I tell you that

The Betters are behind this, no doubt about it.

They are everywhere, running everything,

anxiously awaiting their next victim.

If you have an organ donor tag on your driver's license,

remove it immediately.

I mean, if you wanna give back, that's fine.

Instead, tell a family member,

but by all means, strike it from any form of identification

that you may have.

It just might save your life

and trust and believe when I tell you,

there are plenty of doctors out there

that will have your ass die on that bed

solely to harvest your organs.

Salad Gate's real, people.

It's time to wake up,

so to all my brothers and sisters out there

that contribute to the Human and Black Organization,

I thank you,

but I not only ask you to stand on business,

but stand on the line tonight for Jackson Fields.

Your voices make a difference,

and now more than ever, we must unite.

That's all I got for you tonight, y'all.

This is your main man, OP,

signing off the Human and Black network,

reminding you to stay safe,

stay black,

and most importantly, stay woke.

Good job, Osylus.

You're really making a difference.

I hope so.

- Hey, come look, Hudson's on the TV.

Hudson?

All right, thanks.

Hm.

- As I sat with Mrs. Fields this morning,

I felt her pain.

Scoot over.

- I know we can all understand

her brokenness in wanting to know the whereabouts

of her son, Jackson Field.

Now my brother, Hudson Murdock, leads this charge

and I'm confident he will do his best

to assist this desperate mother.

- If there's one thing I want America to understand today

is that we will not tolerate violence against its citizens

by those who are deemed to protect and serve.

Fearing for our lives by the bullies in blue.

We will put an end to that as we stand and unite.

I am willing to stand on the line

with this broken hearted mother

for what the police did to her son.

Something that cannot be denied.

A gruesome shooting that the whole entire world witnessed.

Oh, we will uncover the truth.

We will find Jackson Fields

and that is a promise that I'm making

not as a candidate for mayor,

but as a citizen of Washington DC

and as a black man in the United States of America.

- How do you feel about the shooting of Thereasa Cullins

by the police officers in the diner robbery

in the same night?

Will there be a protest for her?

No more questions, thank you.

- I, I, I need you to find out about Thereasa Cullins.

Are you all right?

- Anything you can, find out about it.

Of course.

Hey.

Hey uh,

I wanna thank you for

putting the evening together last night.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't as I had intended it to be

and I wasn't expecting the lights to go out.

- Oh, please. I'm only asking about your staff of waiters.

You know, there was a young man.

You know, tall, light complexion, curly hair, glasses.

Oh, I think you mean Osylus.

Osylus.

- Yes, he's a friend of Nova's that works for Hudson.

Yeah, I know she is.

Did he do something wrong?

No.

Thank you.

- You heard it straight from the candidate,

Hudson Murdock.

He's asking America to come together

to stop police brutality as a protest begins this morning.

Power to the people!

Power to the people!

Power to the people!

Power to the people!

This unfortunate situation

comes in the wake of another incident

involving a black woman, Thereasa Cullins,

who was shot and killed by police officers at Lucy's Diner.

- I guess she really did rob the diner.

- Still processing the terrible ordeal.

Oh my God.

It's Jackson!

Jackson?

Jellina.

Already on it.

I'm hacking into the security system at the diner

so that we can watch that full video.

The security footage isn't here at the diner.

The police must have confiscated it.

You know what that means.

All hands on deck, baby.

We finna hack into the police station, bleep, bleep!

Aw shit.

Yes sir.

Bet.

We going in cloak and dagger type shit.

Flash Fire in.

Phisher in.

O'Hara in.

Python, you already know.

Breaking through wall one

now.

We're definitely being hacked.

They broke past firewall number one!

- Possible code 20 in progress, hold for location.

Tracking, see where they are.

- Okay, O'Hara, I got you covered.

They're within city limits.

Close in on them.

- They're scrambling the IP address.

We might be able to reverse their hack

based on their own codes.

Do it.

Whoa.

They're reversing the hack.

- Stop them, reverse their domain.

I don't know that I can!

- Broke past firewall number two.

Shit!

Three more to go.

Baby girl,

I need you to move just a little bit quicker than that.

- Guys, this reverse is moving fast.

I don't know how much time we have.

We need Black Out.

- Yes, call him, call him, call him.

- Easy bro, you're so bad.

Dude!

Absolutely destroyed.

- I swear on my mama, if you do that again,

I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna beat some sense into you.

This is why I can't play with you.

That was so easy.

You're so bad at this game.

What?

- Yo, Tyler, I need you to black out

the 13th precinct in Washington DC.

- Excuse me, did I hear that correctly?

Yeah, you did, Tyler,

and I don't got time for all your questions.

Through the third wall.

- My Auntie would kill me

if she knew I was hacking into the police station.

I could real life do jail time.

- You're either with us or you're not, man.

Fourth wall

down.

- The percentage is jumping, it's at 30%!

Yo, when it hits 20%, they know where we are.

0%, they know who we are.

Okay, okay, I'm going in.

Alright, Black Out,

I need you to take out the lights and the main system.

Keep the backups going.

21%.

Guys, we're in trouble!

Five,

four.

Almost got 'em.

Three.

All units, standby.

Wait for my signal.

Two.

One.

What the?

- Come on, come on, come on, get back in there.

I can't!

Ooh!

Black Out, let's go, boy!

That's what I do!

- All right, searching for the files.

So am I.

They had to upload it somewhere.

Huh, it's right here.

I got it.

Yes sir.

All right, extracting and

there we go, baby.

- All right, everyone back out their systems.

We're out.

- Black Out, turn the systems back on.

Copy,

and

they're back.

Here we go.

Is the volume up?

- This video was recorded without sound.

Dang it.

Okay, Jackson's walking in.

- Hold on, let me zoom in to confirm that's him.

Yeah, confirmed.

That's definitely Jackson.

What is she handing him?

It's the flash drive!

So Tootie's involved

with the murder of Dr. Hudson somehow?

This shit gets deeper and deeper, man.

Wait, wait, nah.

- It looks like she was letting Jackson go.

Okay, I can't watch anymore.

- She was shot in the head execution style

by a police officer.

She never robbed that diner

like they said she did in the news.

- That looked like she was running away from those dudes

and just trying to get Jackson that flash drive,

but that's it.

Jackson took it home

not knowing there was a tracker on it.

The Betters got him.

- Jellina, hack the files at the morgue

and let's find out who claimed Tootie's body,

then let's take a ride.

Say less.

- We're gonna meet you guys at the protest tonight.

All right,

this is the address that was in the file at the morgue.

Okay.

Let's do this.

All right.

Can I help you?

Yes.

Are you Tootie's mother?

Who?

Oh, we mean Thereasa.

- Were you friends of hers?

You do know that she, she passed away.

Yes, we are, and yes, we know.

I'm Nova, this is Jellina.

Hi.

I'm her grandmother.

I raised her.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Thank you.

She was a gamer?

That's what you call it?

She'd play games on that thing

for hours with her friends online.

- Ms. Cullin, we're here because we know

Thereasa did not rob that diner as was reported.

Really, she didn't?

No, she didn't.

We were hoping we could come talk to you

and find out why she was at that diner in the first place.

I can't tell anything.

She moved out several years ago.

She'd come by from time to time,

but just to fool with that computer.

Do you mind if I take a look?

There could be some clues on her computer.

- No, I don't, I don't mind at all.

You know, the way,

the way they shot her, my girl.

I had to go, I had to go identify her, you know?

Me.

- I know that must have been hard.

Yes.

Yes.

I,

I really would appreciate it

if you two girls could, could find out what happened.

Please,

and take, take your time.

Please take your time.

- We won't stop, we won't yield, say his name!

Jackson Field!

- We won't stop, we won't yield, say his name!

Jackson Fields!

Jackson Fields!

I think you've done enough.

Let these people stand on line to protest.

What are you talking about?

I wanna finish on line with Ms. Fields like I promised her.

- You have never known what was best for you, have you?

- What about the speech you just gave to America?

- I told them what they needed to hear and so did you.

That's how one makes it to office.

- You're a piece of work, brother.

And you're a puppet

that I've always had to pull the strings for.

I never asked you for shit.

- You haven't, what about your wife?

You responsible for her death.

- You walking a thin line with me.

- And you have no idea how thin the line is

that you already on.

You are mess of a man

that I have to prevent from being an embarrassment.

The hell is wrong with you?

Stop it!

We are all three leaving.

Excuse yourself from this line.

Yeah, we leaving.

I'm not leaving either.

Yeah?

Look, I can handle my brother.

He is not to be harmed.

I just need some time.

Bypassing her password.

In.

- You see those video files duh, labeled diary.

Click one of those.

Dear beautiful and sensual me.

He loves me above anyone else.

I am his everything.

Always remember that.

Muah.

Oh, here he comes.

Oh, you my everything.

Oh shit!