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(dramatic music) (eerie music) (tense ambient music) (tense music) - [Voiceover] You know the common misconception about power? Those who have it don't know what to do with it and those that don't, try and take others'. (gentle music) (air whooshing) (gentle music) (air whooshing) - Mommy. - Hi honey. How's mommy's big girl? Oh honey, where's your toy? - Over there. - Over there, where? Sweetie, are you sure it's here? Mommy doesn't see it. - No, under. - Oh, under. Okay. Oh, there it is. Let me

see if I can reach it. Mommy can't reach that. Let me see if I can pull out the couch, because mommy is big and strong like Superman. Okay. Okay. Well Mommy's not as strong as she thought she was. Okay, let me try one more time, okay? I almost got it. Okay. (gentle music) - [DJ Southside] Hey, what it do, Hottlanta? It's your boy, DJ Southside. Straight out that dirty, dirty, you know what I'm saying? And listen, you know, we always bringing you the best in hip hop and R&B hits. Hey, I hope y'a

ll out there living y'all best life on this fine ATL Saturday night. You dig? Ladies, don't forget, the SS Lounge is letting all my fly queens in for free before 11 so you better get there while you can. And fellas, be sure to show some love to the beautiful sisters 'cause they out here but don't be disrespectful bruh. Let's protect our black queens. Yes, Lord. Only in the A do we have the finest. Can I get a witness? I said, "Can I get a witness?" Amen. (DJ Southside chuckles) All right y'all,

but on the real though, before I get up outta here, I want y'all to be safe out there. Stay alert, stay alive, you feel me? And we'll catch on the flip side. (footsteps) - All right, come on. Yeah. All right, this is the one I saw earlier, so go ahead, be on the lookout. - Curtis, we really shouldn't be doing this. (inaudible) wouldn't approve. - Man look, (inaudible) has been struggling for the past few weeks with all the new members. He won't admit it, but even Melvin is struggling. - So we re

sort to this? Thievery? Come on dude, we're better than that. - I'm sorry, you see anybody hand out loans or donations to a shelter full of freaks? - Still don't make it right and you know it. - All I'm gonna do open up a small port, take anything of value and close it back up. I ain't gonna break anything. It's gonna be like we was never here. - So why don't you just open the portal, send the whole car through instead of this? - Because I haven't mastered big objects yet. All right, just some s

mall things and use 'em. Just go be on the lookout, all right? - Whatever dude. Dude. Who the fuck is that? - I don't know. Somebody who didn't get here first. Go handle that. - Men. Hey, you might wanna leave. This here doesn't concern you. Okay, I guess we're gonna have to do this the hard way. (tense music) - Come on. Shit. Knew I should've went to Amazon. (tense music) She whooping your ass, ain't she? - Come on. - I ain't about to get hit like that. Hell no, you see what she just did to you

? I ain't about to, mh-mh, nah. - You got this. - Men. (electric humming) (explosion) (blades swishing) (tense music) - Fuck. (blades slicing) - Oh, shit. You aiming that shit at me? (tense music) - You know, I would whoop your ass, but I don't hit girls. (gun firing) Shit. (gun cocking) (gun firing) - Missed stupid. - Actually, I didn't. Got that motherfucker. Oh, shit. Come on. (woman grunts...) Now who the hell taught you how to fight? - Where the hell you been? - You saw what the fuck I was

doing. - That shit, where'd you send her? - Shit, the hell if I know. She's somebody else problem now. Come on, let's go. - Such a (inaudible). - Shut up. (dramatic music) - Hey man, I'm serious man, I need the hours. Man, stop fucking with me, I need the hours. Hey man, come on. Please bro, I need this. I need the hours. Yes, yes, yes, yes, whenever you need me. Monday? What time? No, no, no, no, no! Stop fucking with me, Nate. Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please Nate. Whatever you ne

ed. (knife swishing) So that works for you? Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Thank you, thank you, thank you Nate. You won't regret this. I'm on my way. Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay. Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm on my way, see you. Come on. - Shush, shush, shush, shush, where the money at? T ain't gonna let you pass this time. - Let's just off this nigga and be done with it. - You're gonna pay his fucking tab? Shut the fuck up. - Look man, look, look, please, please, look. Tell Tate I'll pay him next week, I sw

ear. Look, I needed the money for my mom. My mom, she's sick. - Nigga, you're lying. Ain't your mom's dead? - No! - You're lying on your dead mom? - This nigga lying on his moms. - What kind of fucked nigga lie on his mom? - Fuck nigga. - I can't wait to slice your ass up. - Look, look, wait, wait, wait, wait. Look, I needed it for something else, I swear. - For what, nigger? - For something else, I swear. - Yo chill, shush. Do you hear that shit? - I don't hear shit. Yo, we ain't playing no fuc

king games with you right now. - Yo, I hear something. - Well, go check it out then, nigga. You scared? - Nigga, shut up. - With your dumb ass. You move one time, I'll murk your crack head ass. (suspenseful music) - Man. - None. You feel that right there? - Aah! (punches thudding) (suspenseful music) - You son of a bitch. (tense music) (R&B music) ♪ This is my message to you ♪ ♪ This is my message to you ♪ ♪ This is my message to you ♪ ♪ This is my message to you ♪ - Hey. - Hey. What took you so

long? Where you been? - Nothing, work. - Give me a hug. All right, don't care, sit down. - Okay. - Cheers. Ooh, cheers. (glasses clinking) Child. I'm gonna start telling you an earlier time so you can get here sooner. - What? - What? - I'm here, ain't I? - Whatever. Ooh, thank you. Ah, here we go. Mmm, yes. - You might want to ease up. The night is still young. (Odina laughing) - What you laughing for? Please, this is my girl. She's here. It's going to be lit. It's gonna- - More lit? - Wait, I

got it. The littiest. Whatever, you just keep 'em coming, okay? - Yeah, maybe not. - Uh, why you being like that? - You legit had six shots before she even got here. - Six? - So? - Listen here baby girl, I think you might have a problem and I suggest you go get some help. - [Saffronia] Oh shit, I... - Immediately. - Oh, is that AA? - The shade. You laughing? Whatever, let's go dance. - Okay. - Come on. I got a problem. (R&B music) (door opens) (man groans) - Shut the fuck up. - Damn, chill. Shit

. Fuck. Yo man, where Tank at? - I don't know man. He's probably at his bitch house. - Hey, you better not let him hear you call his girl that. - Man, what the fuck? Ain't nobody scared of that nigga. - Yo, man, we telling them about last night? - Fuck no, you serious? - Damn. - What you hoes was talking about? - Nothing. - Nothing. - Uh-huh. - What? - I asked what you niggas are talking about. - I swear we weren't talking about nothing, T. We were about to shoot some pool, man. - All right. Wha

t the hell happened to you clowns? Y'all look like shit ran over twice. - Nothing. - Nothing. - Oh, please don't tell me y'all let them junkies beat y'all ass. - Man, it ain't even happen like that. All right, they... they jumped us. - Huh? - Shut up, man. - Yeah, yeah man, it was him and his crew. Man, it was like five of them jokers, they came outta nowhere, T. - My word. Those little crackheads rolling deep like that now, huh? - Shit. - All right, then say less. Let's go and handle that. - Yo

u sure we shouldn't talk to your man first? I mean, he's the one that shows. - Nah, fuck that. I can handle this. I get shit done just as much as he do. Let's roll. - I mean, do we gotta go, T? (tense music) - You're joking. (tense music) - Ah shit, okay. Damn T, chill. - You too, motherfucker. - Okay, goddamn. - Nigga big for no reason. Okay. Teach you. That's what I thought. Let's roll. (mellow music) - [On Phone] Hello? Hello? I know you in there. I saw you staggering in last night with that

little fast tail friend of yours. Look, I need you to go and collect money from my, one of my tenants a young man by the name of Anthony Mitchell. Nice youngin. But I think he on that stuff between you and me. Anyway child, I'm gonna text you the address and the amount he owes in just a few. Bye. Oh, and don't forget to use that taser and pepper spray that I gave you, just in case his little ass start acting foolish. Betcha that boy on that stuff. I can feel it in my spirit. All right. Bye. (bou

ncy music) - You got, you got it. Breathe. Breathe. (echoey voices) - Shoot everything. (inaudible) (echoey voices) - Okay. Okay. (echoey voices) No, not again Please stop. (echoey voices) (suspenseful music) Stop. Stop. Please. (sobbing) (suspenseful music) - This the place? - Yeah, this is it. This the place you sent us the first time we came. - All right, let's check it out. Not you. I need you to stay out here and keep a watch. - Man, why? - Because I said so, nigga. - Yo T, I don't think no

body coming if that's what you worried about. You know what, my bad, you right. He can stay his ass outside and watch. - Exactly. Let's walk on. Listen, you look all around and you keep a lookout. (suspenseful music) - Shit. - [Tank] Stay out here. Keep a watch. - [Dude] Man, why? - [Tank] Because I said so. (suspenseful music) - Is this the area? Ah, there it is. Is that him? He looks kind of familiar. Hey, you Anthony? - Shit shorty, don't be creeping up on me like that. - In the bright of day

. You know what? Nevermind, let's try this again. Hi, are you Anthony? - Oh you mean old dude that lives here? - Okay, so you're not him? - Um. - Um. - He actually left for a bit. He'll be back though. You want me to leave him a message? - Okay. Did he say when he will be back? - He ain't coming back no time soon. - Huh? - Huh? - What? - You know what? He actually had to leave town for a bit so you ain't gotta worry about coming back later. Or never. - This exchange has gotten really weird. But

thanks for the heads up, I guess. - Hey, so you with him? - Huh? - Old boy. Like you his girl or just a friend? - If the quotation marks mean what I think they mean then no, I'm neither. - Shit. So what's up? Can I get your number? Hey, can I get your number? Hey. Man, fuck this. (suspenseful music) (glass breaking) (suspenseful music) (man screaming) (suspenseful music) - I got it. - Don't scream. You should have thought about that before you and your fellow junkies jumped my boys. - I don't kn

ow what you talking about, man. - Nigga lying. - I don't, I didn't do anything man. - This could have been all over and done with. If you would've just paid the money your ass owed. These boys let this little shit show me up. No one fucks with me. - [Voice In Head] He got that look in his eyes. He about to kill this thing. Shit, (inaudible). Better him than me. I'm gonna let him keep thinking these people jumped us. That detective chick better be right by helping me get out this shit. Maybe I ca

n relocate to Florida. I hear Miami off the chain. - Peace out, bitch. - Wait, wait, wait, wait. He's working with a detective. He plan on turning you in. - The fuck? - What'd you just say? - Him, he's working with the detective. He plan on turning you in. Man, I swear. - Man, this motherfucker lying, man. You really gonna believe this crack head? Man, shut the fuck up. - How would you know that? - I can't explain it. I can't. I heard him. - Man, you say (inaudible) - Man, he (inaudible) in the

fucking head. He hear everything, goddamn crack head. He'd say anything to get the fuck out. (Tank laughing) Fucking crack heads man. - You want to know what's so crazy about that? - What's that Tank? - I already know. - Wait. (gunshot) - I told you, man. - Now you. I actually really appreciate the heads up but I can't have any loose ends. (gunshot) Who the hell are you? (gunshots) - I really fucking hate guns. (Tank crashing into wall) - I'm about to (inaudible) - Cute. Are you finished? - I'm

the baddest motherfucker in the streets. - What the... (screaming) Stupid Amazonian. (suspenseful music) (Tank grunting) You messed up. - Still going. (punches landing) (suspenseful music) - Where the hell he go? - [Anthony] Yo, we got company. - We gotta go. We gotta go boss. The cops coming. What the fuck? Boss, we gotta go. The cops are coming. What the fuck? - All right. - What the fuck? - We need to go. - Bro, but Rabbit. - I said we need to go. (suspenseful music) - [Jake] Hey, did you tel

l your parents about Kalay's party this weekend? - No. - Oh, come on man. You said you would ask them. - I know, it's just... - What? I swear you act like such a chicken shit all the time. - I'm not chicken shit. - Yes you are, bro. You act like you're so scared to ask your parents for anything. You're such a punk. - Shut up Jake. - Or what? You ain't gonna do jack. Scaredy ass. Yeah, that's what I thought, punk. - I'm not a punk. (suspenseful music) - Make it stop. - Yo, you good? Hey, my bad,

bro. - Make it stop. - Yo. What the hell? - Make it stop. Make it stop. (footsteps) - Hey man. Are you okay? Are you okay? No need to rush. You look like you could use a meal. I don't have any money, man. - Son, don't even worry about that. Look, just come inside, get some food. It's the least we can do. - We? Who are you? - Well, I'm the guy that runs this place, whose steps you're asleep on. - Well, I didn't know. I'm sorry. - It's all right. It's all right. Stop apologizing Come on, let's get

some food. It's fine. Come on in. I think you're gonna like it here. By the way, my name's Melvin. Melvin Cross. - Anthony. - Pleasure to meet you, Anthony. Normally people that come here are looking for this place or it's looking for them. - I'm sorry. Looking for them? - Most people that come here are on the run. This is a place that helps those that's been pushed out into the world because they're different. - I'm sorry, I'm just trying to follow. What is this place? - I see you're confused.

Come on. (mellow music) This is the Sanctum. (crashing noises) (bell ringing) (punches hitting) (dramatic music) (phone binging) (knuckles cracking) (sad music) - Yo, you good? - Yeah, I'm good. - Okay. You sure about that 'cause your ass was slumped over on- - I said I'm good. - Okay. I'm just saying T, I ain't never seen you like that. I mean you were knocked out. - Nigger, I'm good. - Okay. - We need to find out who else came by the house yesterday. - Huh? - We need to find out who else came

by the house yesterday. You didn't see nobody come by the house yesterday? No one? - Nah, I ain't see nobody. Oh wait, there was this one girl that came by. - Girl? - Yeah. Kind of cute too. She say she ain't know old boy, but I think they smashing. Shit, I'd smash that. - What did she look like? - Tall, long hair, green eyes. Yeah, that's her. - Green eyes? - Yeah, man, she came out of nowhere like a ninja or some shit. - Ninja? - Yeah, man. Like a ninja. - We need to find out who this is and

keep it between the both of us. - Why? - Because I said so. - All right, T. Damn, all right. I know you ain't said much about what happened at the house, but what did happen? - We got ambushed. - So is that what happened to Rabbit? - Yeah, that's what happened. (phone binging) Let's go. We got business to handle. (footsteps) - Everything's already been prepared, sir. - Thank you so much. I appreciate that. - Chill. - Yo. Where the hell is she at? - She'll be here. Just relax. (footsteps) There s

he go right there. - Fellas. - What up Therese? You know T? - Tucci, I see you still around. - Whatever. - Is that the gratitude I get for everything I did for you? - Just do what you need to do and get your ass (inaudible) - Look little man, if it wasn't for Tank, I wouldn't be here. - Hey. Cut that shit out. It's neither the time nor the place for this petty bullshit. - Always straight to the point, I see. I can dig it. - You have something for me? - Here's the information you wanted. You got

the money? Always a pleasure. Looking a little light. - Yeah, about that. Having some trouble getting people to pay me on time. Don't worry, it won't be an issue in the future. I'll make sure of that. - Well, let's not make that a habit. The boys at the precinct won't keep letting you slide. And you and I both know that this is above me. - Like I said, no worries. It won't happen again. I guarantee it. - As you know, your boy has been holding a solid case against you. Even had someone tailing yo

u yesterday. - Who? - Some rookie who just started. They've been cooperating with Rabbit for a while now. - You think you can handle the detective on your end? - I might. - By the way, I need you to do another favor for me as well. - What you need? - Somebody else came by the house yesterday. - A civilian? - Tall, longhaired, green eyes. - I can look into it and see who owns the house, and then we can take it from there. - Don't try. I need you to do. - You know I got you, babe. (suspenseful mus

ic) - He didn't have the money for the rent. Look, all I'm saying is you could've at least told me that the kid had issues. - I told you that boy was on something. Hell, issues ain't all he got. I think he might be a little touched. - So if you thought something was wrong with him, then why you rent the house out to him? - Because money talks and bullshit walks. I could give a good goddamn if he smoked a whole eight ball, as long as he had my money on the first. He can do whatever he want. - Tha

t's cold, Ms. Cleveland. - And? - I mean, I get it. So... - So what? - Am I good to go? Any other places you want me to stop by? Any other tenants I need to visit? - I'll call you if I need anything else. You still got that taser I gave you? - A taser? What the hell is the taser going do? You right. I got the taser. Yeah. Locked and loaded. But you know, I'm always ready to tase somebody, since I'm all helpless or whatnot. - Okay. Okay. Bye. - Okay, bye. Damn. (suspenseful music) - Son of a... (

suspenseful music) (knocking) - Yo. - What up? - You think the police gonna actually keep their word? - I don't know. Worst case scenario is we make them more money. - Yeah, but how we gonna get them the rest of the money? - I'll think of something. In the meantime. Did you know? - What? - Did you know? - Know what? What the hell bro? - Did you know? - Know what? (suspenseful music) (phone binging) We gotta pay someone a visit. Grab your things and let's go. (mellow music) Come on. - All right g

uys, let's get ready for dinner. After that, we need to get ready to start shutting it down for the night. Hey Matt. Let's see if we can find a place for our new friend. - I got you, boss. - Hey, has anyone seen Curtis and Sheila? - Saw them leaving again. - Scavenging? - Yep. - What has gotten into them? Don't they know if they keep up this foolishness, they're going to get themselves caught? - He thinks he's helping. - Helping? - Look, I know it's not right. Okay. But somewhere in his warped m

ind, Curtis thinks that this is his contribution to the Sanctum. - By stealing? Nah, uh-uh, the Sanctum does not need that kind of attention. We get by fine without taking from others. This is supposed to be a place of refuge, for people like ourselves. We cannot afford to jeopardize that. - I won't let that happen. I'll burn this whole city to the ground. - I want to say you don't mean that, but I've seen you pissed. (suspenseful music) - Yo, it's me. Yeah. Nah, I know for a fact it's her. Oh,

she wouldn't say no. Well, let's say me and her go way back. (dramatic music) - Hey. What's up man? - Thank you. - Don't mention it. So where you from, man? - You know, around. You know. I mean, I live here in the city. - Oh, okay. - Look what I mean to say is are you okay? Like is there a family member you need to call or someone? - No, I mean, no, no. I'm good. I just, you know, I just need a place to stay just for a night. - Hey man, don't even worry about it, man. Look, there's no rush, all

right? If you need a place to stay tonight, you're safe here. - Who are you? - I'm sorry? - Who are you and why are you here? - Sav, cut it out. - No, he's just supposed to show up and we're supposed to take him in? Is he even one of us? - I was asking him that before you came bulldozing over here. - Clearly he's not one of us. At best, this nigger looks nothing but a junkie. - Yo, yo, yo need to chill out. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Man, you way outta line. You're doing way too much. - No, clearly

I'm the only one who cares about the safety of the Sanctum. Who are you and why are you here? - Look, I don't want any trouble, okay? The only thing... Ahh... The only thing I'm... Ahh. - I can't believe we let this weird ass junkie in. - Jeez. Hope this guy can get it together. - Hey, stand down. - Stop. Stop. You've already done enough. - Look, bro, you just need to calm down, all right? - Stop. - Take it easy, relax. Relax. - Stop. (doorbell ringing) - I'm sorry. May I help you? - Yes. We're

from the Atlanta PD. We're here to ask you a question about the incident at the property that you own. - Come on in. (sad music) - Mommy. Mommy, are you okay? - Yeah, baby. I'm just having problems with my allergies again. Come eat your breakfast. - Mommy. You're not going to eat? - Oh baby. Mommy already ate. I'm good. Go ahead. I said mommy already ate. Eat your food. - I don't want any more. I'm not hungry. - Tomake Leo (inaudible) Jones you better eat that food. - But I'm not hungry. - Momm

y said eat, now eat. - But I... I said eat, damnit. Baby, I'm sorry. Mommy didn't mean it. I would never do anything to hurt you. Look, I know things have been a little rough around here, okay? Since your father passed, mommy's been having a hard time keeping up with things around here. It's been tough on mommy. You understand? - Yes. - So if I get a little angry, just know I would never do or say anything to hurt you, okay? - Okay. - Mommy loves you so much. You're my everything. You're so spec

ial. And I know that you are gonna show the world just how special you are. Don't you ever let anybody stop you, okay? - Okay. - Okay. Eat your food. (sad music) - Thank you so much, Mrs... - Mrs. Cleveland. - My apologies, Mrs. Cleveland. It's been a long day. My partner and I've been working this case since yesterday. - I understand young man, but unfortunately, I don't know where Anthony is. I tried calling his phone, but got no answer. - Does he happen to have any friends? - Not that I can t

hink of. He never talks about them. Poor boy never talks too much, period. - That's tough. Any chance that maybe someone might have stopped by the property? A friend perhaps? - Well, not a friend, but look, I don't wanna get her involved in this. She's a sweet girl. Annoying, but sweet. - I'm sorry. - Not too long ago I hired one of my other tenants. A young woman to work for me. - A young woman. - Yes. She collects the money from my other rentals. She was in need of a job. And I didn't want tha

t poor baby out on the street. - Huh, I see. Mrs. Cleveland, this young woman. Did you happen to get a name? - Look, I don't wanna get her involved in anything that boy got going on. She's a nice girl. - Oh, it's all right, Mrs. Cleveland. We understand. We just want to be sure that she's in the clear. That's all. You don't have to worry. No harm will come to you. (suspenseful music) We have a situation that we need to handle. - What's that? - The girl. - Oh yeah. But I mean, you think we should

be worried? You think she's gonna turn us in? - It doesn't matter. First lesson in life, no loose ends. Eliminate anything that could be led back to you, no matter the cost. (phone binging) Let's circle back to this. We gotta go. (suspenseful music) - Shut up. - Everybody get back. Step back. - He's freaking out. - His powers shifted into high gear. We gotta get him subdued before he- It's telepath. We gotta get him calmed down before everyone's affected hearing these things. - We gotta do some

thing quick. - Matt, could you please? - On it. (sonic blasts) - Good job. Good job. Sav? - I'm good. - Good? - I think everybody else is okay too. - All right, good. Let's get him to the nurse. Let's shut it down for the evening. I think we've all had a pretty exciting day. Good job. (suspenseful music) - Hey, it's me. - God damn it, Preston. What the hell are you doing here? - Well, hello to you too. - You know I could have killed you, right? - Is that a way to greet an old friend? - Friend? T

hat's a stretch. - Oh, it's like that. - Yeah. Sure is. What are you doing here? Last I heard you were working as a paid bounty killer for some very questionable people. - Well, you know, man gotta eat, pay his bills and not live like this. - Well yeah, that's what happens when you're not a super sellout - Girl, please. We used to do that for free for the government. So why not do it now and make a little extra money? Judging by this shit hole, you could definitely use some help yourself. What i

s this, brown and white and beige? - Thank you. Yeah. Now get the hell out. - Hey. Hold on now. Hold on. Came here with good intentions. - Good intentions for who, you? Please. - No, seriously, I need your help. (suspenseful music) - Whoa now, take it easy. Don't go getting up and falling back out. - Where am I? Is this the place? Is this... - The Sanctum? Yeah, it sure is, sweetie. - What you doing? - No, no, no. Take it easy. I'm just trying to give you a break from the voices. Your powers. I'

ve turned them off. Give you a chance to relax. I figured you needed it with all the run around you been doing. - There you go. How'd you do that? How is this possible? - That's what I do. I can suppress a person's powers for a certain amount of time. - Well, I mean, how long before they kick back in? - Probably soon. You see, I could only do it for a short period of time. It would affect my heart. - Your heart? I'm sorry. You don't have to be doing that for me. Not if it's gonna affect your- -

You got outta here sweetie. You can't help it. - Well how do you, how do you deal with it? - What? My powers? - Yeah. Well, I mean it just... I don't know. You seem comfortable with it. I'm still struggling trying to deal with mine. - That's because you're scared of them. You need to embrace them. That's what makes you you. - That's easier said than done. You don't know what it's like to know what people really think of you, how they look at you. It's one thing to obviously know that people judg

e you, but to really know what they think. All my life. It's not right. It's nothing but a burden. Hey, I've had drugs and pills and they help but only for a short period of time. Nothing helps. It's like I'm forever cursed. - Well hell, with that type of thinking, no wonder you're run around here looking like that. We're all dealing with the cards dealt to us. If you don't like the hands you're dealt, well shit. Throw it away and get your own deck. You're the master of your powers. (sad music)

(dramatic music) (sad music) - Well it must be something, because you never asked for help. So what's up? - A teenager, just like us, is being trafficked tomorrow night by Creed Moore Jefferson. I was hired by my contact to rescue her, and to protect her and take her to a secret location. I can't do this job alone. And you're the only person I know that I can trust. - Creed Moore Jefferson. Why does that name sound familiar? Look, I don't know. That seems really major. I don't wanna stir the pot

. - Nothing you can't handle, killer. - Ass kissing. Really? - Look, I can cut you in. Split the money. - And there we have it. Money. I should've known. You never change do you? Have you ever just done something because it's the right thing to do? When are you gonna learn that money isn't everything? - You wanna know what your problem is? - What? - You think you're better than everyone. I'm sorry, but some of us don't want to live in a shitty rundown apartment, struggling to pay they own bills.

My pride damn sure doesn't come before my pockets. Sometimes in life you gotta do the shit that you hate just to make something happen. So don't you look down from your nose at me. - Really? - My bad. Look, I know you, Odeena, and I think you could be doing a lot more. No shady dealings, just some low key missions. I promise. - I can't. Preston, I left the program so that I'm not working as some super soldier for someone else. Now I do stuff on my time, and I like it. I'm sorry. - Look, if you

change your mind, I could definitely use your help. I'll be at the location tomorrow around midnight. - Really? Fade into the shadow for dramatic effect. You know, you could have just used the door, clown. (suspenseful music) - You know, presentation is everything. - So I've been told. - I appreciate that. But your counterpart better recognize who the fuck I am. Hmm. Now, let's get down to business. Tremaine is dead, Tank you're in. - Somebody took out Tremaine? - Yeah. Shit getting crazy. So I'

m in need of someone who is a bit tougher. If you get my drift? - I appreciate the promotion, but what is this for? - No more nickel and diming in these streets. Time to hunt big game. And with your enhancements, I can use someone like you. He doesn't know, does he? Man, you cold as hell. - Respectfully. - Nah, nah, nah. No need. That's the type of shit I need in my corner. Cutthroat. No regards to anyone. Youngin, why don't you give us a moment? You better be careful about that. Something off a

bout him. That's nothing you can't handle, huh killer? - Toochie might be a royal fuck up, but I trust him with my life more than anyone else. - I see. Well, at this very moment son, your life is mine. If you gotta go to the bathroom, you better ask me first. - And what makes you think that I will willingly submit so easily? - Nigga's balls dropping. He think he's something, huh? Boy, what you got is based on pure limitations. Before you even think of throwing a punch or breaking anything, I can

shut you down before it even happens. I can cause pain in your synopsis that will send you into convulsions. Don't test me. - You're full of shit. If you could, you would've already. I'm out of here. (suspenseful music) - What's wrong? (screaming) - Now what would Mrs. Carroll think of her baby boy acting like this? Now I know she taught you better than that. Maybe I might have to pay her a visit in that home you got her locked away in. - Stop. (screaming) What I thought. Go clean yourself up.

We got shit to handle. (sad music) - See Melvin, I could do this all day. - All right, son? - Yeah. - That was good, young man. Just gotta learn how to pace yourself. Let me help you up. Yeah, just gotta keep practicing. You'll get it? Absolutely. (sad music) I see you feeling a little better. - Look Melvin, I think I just need to leave. I don't belong here. - Don't belong here or don't want to be here? Two totally different things. - It's just I don't need to be taking up space. Okay? From some

body that could really use your help. I'll only get in the way. - Get in the way? I think you're already in the way. - Would you cut it out? - Whoa. Calm down. Calm down. I'm sorry. I can't make you stay if you don't want to. You know, you seem to have people chasing after you, making decisions for you on your behalf. But what is it that you want to do? - I don't know. - And that's perfectly fine. But at some point you have to stop running from the world, your gift, people. Sometimes you just ha

ve to tuck your heels in the dirt and make a stand. We can help you with that. (sad music) You are welcomed here. We've got a place for you. Get some rest. (sad music) - Let me show you something. (suspenseful music) - What the hell is this? You're killing kids? - No, more. (suspenseful music) No, the future. (suspenseful music) Oh, I see. All right, let's do this. The moment I felt you, I (inaudible) felt real about. - Who are you? How'd you get in here? - Relax little brother. I see you still

new to this. I'm not really here, we're in the psychic realm. The mind. (dramatic music) - Did you just... - Hear? Trust me, I can show you how to conquer this city with your gift and with the raw potential of this entire Sanctum, I can show you really runs this town. Join me. (dramatic music) - No. - Excuse me? - I said no. - Boy, do you know who you're talking to? - I can't, all right? These people, this place, they look out for one another. They take care of each other. I can't let you ruin t

hat. - You can't? Boy, I will have this place and there's nothing you or anyone can do to stop me. (dramatic music) (firing sounds) Motherfucker. - I can't. - Anthony, are you okay? - No. - I heard you talking to somebody. - No. Melvin, I... - Son. What is it? - Someone's coming. They coming, man. (suspenseful music) (sad music) (knocking) (sad music) - I know this must be serious, if you have me meeting you here. (inaudible) - I need you to move something for me. Thank you. (sad music) What the

fuck? I must be tripping. (dramatic music) (sad music)