(suspenseful music)
- [Robert] I could tell you that I don't deserve this.
I could say that this is my home
and someone invaded my life and took everything. Ha.
Would you believe me?
- [Daughter] Mommy, Daddy, wake up, wake up!
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.
- Goody-good, good morning.
Good morning, good morning!
Goody-good, good morning to you.
- [Jessica] Okay, okay. We're up, we're up.
- Yes we are.
- How did it get to the point where the kids
were waking us up for work and school?
- Beats me.
- All right. Who wants waffles?
- Oh. Me, me, me!
- Waffle me baby.
- Not if the waffle monster gets you first.
- No, don't get me waffle monster.
- I'll give you five seconds to run.
- Only five?
- One, two, three,
four, five! Waffle monster hungry and ready to eat!
(phone vibrates and chimes)
- [Robert] Honey, did you want me to start the-
Okay... Who did it? And where do I find him?
- Did you change the password on your phone?
- Why do you have my phone?
- Answer the question, Robert, did you?
- I mean, yeah, but it's a protocol they recommend
at the firm, a way to keep hackers out, I guess.
Since when do we take each other's phones?
I thought we trusted each other. Have I shown you signs?
- Why are you making such a big deal out of this?
Do you have something to hide?
- Not at all. Here, gimme my phone, I'll show you.
- No. You give me the password.
- It's...
I don't know, I just changed it.
Let me see real quick.
- I wasn't born yesterday, Robert.
- Jessica.
- [Jessica] Harmony, Sage, time for breakfast.
♪ You said that you love me,
♪ but I don't think I believe it ♪
♪ Look Shorty, she is an angel
♪ No scrap hackman in the demon ♪
♪ The offer mad guitar had me drippin' every season ♪
♪ Don't say that you love me if you ain't gonna mean it ♪
♪ Shorty keep callin' my line
♪ Oh yeah
♪ Okay, she said she wanna kick it, kick it ♪
♪ With the rollback to the crib ♪
♪ Tell what you feelin', feelin' ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm down for whatever it is, yeah ♪
♪ You can say that I'm your ex's stunt devil ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm doing all the things that he couldn't ♪
♪ Don't you wear something (unintelligible) ♪
♪ I'm pickin' up the pieces to your heart ♪
♪ without a blueprint
♪ You said that you love me but I don't think I believe it ♪
♪ Look, Shorty, she is an angel ♪
♪ No scap hackman in a demon
♪ The offer mad guitar
♪ Had me drippin' every season
♪ Don't say that you love me if you ain't gonna mean it ♪
♪ Yeah
♪ Shorty keep callin' my line
(curious music plays)
- [Man On Radio] Too many times, I have people calling me
and they say, "Dr. Daniels, I can't make my numbers at work.
Oh, it's hard to get a job.
I listen to your advice and made that call,
but I did get a response," or, "It wasn't how I thought
it would be," or, or, or just another excuse.
Aren't you tired?
Hmm?
It's okay. Today's a new day.
A new day!
Don't take that lightly.
Are you hear what I'm sayin', people?
We are blessed to see another day.
That means another day to change things we didn't yesterday.
Another day to-
- Yes! Yes!
- [Man On Radio] Another day to fix that
broken relationship.
Another day to save that extra dollar.
Another day.
You hear me?
Another day.
(applause from crowd)
- Aren't you tired of laying and waiting around?
Waiting for that call (unintelligible)?
You have to make that call. (laughs)
Aren't you tired?
Runnin' from your...
Runnin' from family.
- Took the words right outta my mouth.
- [Man On Radio] You kept your hand up.
Hmm... Why be a disgrace to your environment
when you have another day to be better?
Another day to try harder?
Another day to breathe!
- Get out the street! - Motherfucker!
You almost broke my goddamn watch, nigga!
- You dirty bum, go!
- (incoherent) - [Robert] Get off the street!
- I'll kill your mom, man.
- [Robert] Get off the street!
(gentle music plays)
- [Woman] Back by popular demand,
two time award winning product.
I mean, does it get any better than this, people?
Remember, simplicity is key.
And we have a blank canvas now,
so let's let Picasso live again.
Our client's growth rate is increasing by the day
and I want to keep it that way.
Devin, I need you and Ryan attract all user data
across all social platforms and have a report for me
by the end of the day on my desk.
- Right on.
- Thank you.
Everyone else, individual assignments have been uploaded
to the Dashboard.
Please check in with me before the end of the day and
complete your daily task.
Thank you.
- Damn, Ms. Bryan. You gonna make me forget
I got a wife at home.
- I thought that situation was already a wrap.
- I mean, I'm still trying to figure that out.
You know, we're happy, plus-
- Mm. Happy.
I told you this is the big leagues, Robert.
Not everybody can handle all of this.
- Oh, stop playing.
That's why you can't stop texting me.
- Oh, whatever, boy.
- No, but for real, what're we going for lunch?
- Noah's in the cafe right off Broadway.
We should check it out, see what it's heading for.
- All right, bet.
- M'kay, I'll see you later.
- Oh yeah, be careful when you texted me shit,
Jessica had my phone this morning.
- (laughs)
- Nah, Monica, for real.
- Look, I told you this is the big league.
Shit is unfair and uneasy.
You made your bed, you'd better lie in that motherfucker.
See you at lunch, lover boy.
(intense music)
- [Sarah] Hi, Mr. Holdings? I'm Sarah McDaniels.
The temp from Broad Street?
- Uh, where's Eric?
- He's out and will be out for at least a week.
- Where'd you say it from again?
- Arizona.
- ASU?
- UA.
- Ah. You must have had Professor Peterwicks.
- [Sarah] I did.
He's a pig. - He's a pig. (laughs)
So that's still a thing, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
- Everyone in my graduating class thought he would stop us
from walking the stage because we all started calling him
a pig. Fun times.
Reminds me, I need to give a few fellas a call.
Anyways, Miss...?
- Sarah McDaniels.
- From Broad Street, right?
- Correct.
- Do you mind giving a hot cup of coffee
from the break room?
- Sure.
(computer chimes)
(music intensifies)
(computer chimes)
(sharp, creepy music)
- Coffee.
Here's sugar and cream.
I didn't know how you like your coffee.
- Two cream, six sugars.
I'm actually trying to cut the sugar,
but hell, my job kind of requires it
- Of course.
Well, I'm gonna get started on the Kiad files
that Eric was organizing.
Anything else for me?
- Not at the moment.
♪ Even if it's not, girl
♪ Or maybe we could tie the knot ♪
♪ You gotta let me know
♪ So where we goin' now
♪ The heroes is done
♪ You gotta let me know
♪ You're with the program, baby, it's different for me ♪
♪ C'mon, you gotta let me know
♪ I think I'm growin' up, I guess I really changed ♪
♪ I'm blocking numbers on my phone, as I forget their names ♪
♪ Playing fever, smoking killer ♪
♪ With my nigga James I'm about to hit the barber shop ♪
♪ I'm the latest piece game to you ♪
♪ Would've did it sooner
♪ I just didn't know what to say to you ♪
♪ I'm a fool to perfectionism, I just hate losin' ♪
♪ The stage prove it
♪ Prayin' what you takin' from me, but they can't do it ♪
♪ I ain't small
♪ They just wishin' they can work it like I do it ♪
♪ I'm just cool like that
♪ Shit, I fucked up, I'm gettin' you right back ♪
♪ Watch the truth in people color ♪
♪ And it's obvious of who my captain ♪
♪ Let me tell you, I don't move like that, c'mon ♪
♪ Yeah, who do you love?
♪ Oh you for sure
♪ Who do you love
♪ Oh, you for sure
♪ Who do you love
♪ Oh, you for sure
(music fades)
(chatting in background)
- (quietly) What the fuck?
- Hi, welcome to Grove City Cafe where everything is fresh.
What can we make you?
- Oh.
- I'll take the turkey panini, toasted
with a hydro green tea please.
- All right. Is there anything else?
- No, that'll be all.
- Okay, that's $13.75.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry, sir, but this card didn't go through.
- It must be mistake.
It's a company card, unlimited funds on it.
Try it again.
- It happened again.
Do you perhaps have another form of payment?
- I do, but I wanted to use that card.
No place for broken machines, huh?
I'll tell you what.
Here's $15 dollars.
- Thank you.
Should be ready in five minutes.
- Thank you.
(intense music crescendos)
(whispers grow louder)
(bell dings)
- Order number 15.
- Thank you.
- Oh, you're welcome. Have a good day.
(unnerving music plays)
(funky music plays)
- [Monica] I'm not sure, I'm probably gonna have
Devin and Ryan check on that for ya.
Sure.
- Hey, Hey. I hope I'm not interrupt anything.
- Let me give you a call right back.
Okay.
Actually you were, how can I help you?
- No, I was just trying to figure out what happened.
I missed you at lunch earlier.
- Excuse me?
- Yeah, remember? We were supposed to meet out front?
We were supposed to try that new cafe out on Broadway?
What's funny?
- Cafe out on Broadway. (laughs)
- Come on now, don't be like that.
Let me in on the joke, what's funny?
- I'm sorry, who did you say you were again?
- For real? All right, my God.
- First of all, it's Ms. Bryan to you,
and I, I think it's time for you to leave.
How did you get in here, anyway?
- Fine. If you need me, I'll be in my office.
- [Sarah] There he is.
This thief took my badge at the cafe shop.
I've been trying to get a hold of security
for the last 10 minutes.
- Now why would I take my interns badge?
- Sir? You need to come with me.
- What the hell is going on with everyone?
I work here. You're a temp, your ass is done.
- No, you just think you work here.
- Are you firing me?
Monica. We just had a meeting with the new retail client.
We signed them, remember?
- You were saying we need to live Picasso live again.
You assigned Devin and Ryan.
- Okay, this is enough. This motherfucker is crazy.
Can you get him out of here?
- Sir.
- Wait, no, no. Don't touch me.
So now y'all gonna act like I never existed? Monica.
You remember me.
We met at the OSU Michigan game, 2016.
It was a tied game and you and your friends placed a bet.
I won because we kicked that field goal last quarter.
Then later, you and I kicked it off.
Or what about how we ran into each other
when you were looking for office space?
I told you I'd help you if you gave me a job.
My office-
- You don't have a office,
this is enough. - I do.
Let him go.
(cringing music)
(footsteps approaching)
Are you done?
- Sir?
- Monica. What's going on?
- I said it was Ms. Bryant.
Can you get this motherfucker outta here?
- Let's go.
(solemn music)
- [Security Guard] Can I help you?
- Maybe.
- Locked out, huh?
- Kind of. I may have left my keys at my desk.
- Why don't you go back and check? I'll wait here for you.
- It's complicated. Look, I'm good.
Thank you.
- I insist. After all, it is my job.
- [Robert] Look, sir.
I don't know what's going on,
but my firm is acting like I never worked here,
which is complete bullshit,
and now I can't get into my office.
Could you please just gimme some space to think?
Why don't you just finish a patrol or something?
- Well, I'm actually interested in this patrol right here.
What did you say your name was again?
- You hard of hearing or something?
I said, I'm good. Now go on.
- Can I ask for your name?
- You must love your job a little bit too much.
Like I said, I'm not making any of this up.
I pull into the same parking garage
7:00 AM Monday through Friday, sometimes 6:50.
- Mm-hmm. So you said roughly around 6:57 AM, right?
- What type of game is this?
Yes! Same time as always!
Man, where is your manager?
- I am the manager.
And first off, I need you to calm down.
I'm not the one who told you to leave your keys.
To be honest, his story seems bullshit anyway.
- Bullshit, man, who the fuck do you think you are?
- I think it's time you leave.
- I'm not going anywhere until I get into my car.
- Look. This is not your car.
And I doubt you have a car here in the first place.
So it's time for you to leave.
- Can I at least use your phone to call my wife?
She can bring my spare.
- Wait. So you're telling me a successful guy like you
doesn't have a phone?
- It's dead.
I won't take long.
- (sighs)
Make it quick.
- Thank you.
(phone trilling)
- Hey, what's up? You've reached Jessica.
I'm unable to get to my phone right now, but if you leave-
- She must not recognize the number.
(phone trilling)
- Hey, what's up? You've reached Jessica.
I'm unable to get
to my phone right now... - Fuck!
- But if you leave me a name and a detailed message
and a number, I'll be sure to get back with you later.
All right, bye. Have a blessed day.
(voicemail beeps)
- Hey babe. It's me.
I don't know what's going on right now,
but everything's fucked up.
I need you.
I'm at the parking garage next to the firm
and I lost my key.
Could you bring me my spare please?
It's a long story, but I'll explain later.
All right. I love you.
Bye.
Let me know if she calls back.
- Yeah, whatever.
Look, I need you to wait outside in the front.
You can't stay in here.
- Are you serious?
- Seriously.
You can't stay in here.
And if your story pans out and you're right,
your wife should be here no time.
- All right, fair. I'll wait out front.
- The hell could she be looking for?
Yo, you called the cops on me?
I told you I wasn't lying.
- Calm down now.
What's going on here?
- Yes, officer.
This guy right here tried to do a 1-85
to a vehicle on my lot.
Allegedly left his keys in his office.
The catch is, they won't let him back into the building.
I wonder why.
- Is this true, Mr. ...?
- Holding.
- Mr. Holding. - Oh!
And don't let me forget about the prank call
he made to a random stranger he claimed to be his wife.
- Well, he does have a wedding band.
- And I have a wife.
Look, officers, this has all been a huge misunderstanding.
At this point, I just want to go home.
- Oh, oh, oh. Where's home?
- Up north.
And you know what? I'll just take a cab of something.
Sorry for the confusion. I don't want any trouble.
(clocking ticking quickly)
- Hey, brother.
(brakes squeak)
How much?
- [Bus Driver] $2.00.
- Do you accept credit?
- No, we only do cash only.
Either you have it or you don't, I've gotta continue on,
I've got other stops to make.
- I'm sorry. Thank you anyways.
- You're welcome.
(violin plays melancholy music)
(violinist picks up speed)
(car horn honks)
- Hey, excuse me.
Excuse me. Can, can I catch a ride?
- Yeah, sure.
- I don't have any money.
- Oh, that's cool.
- I appreciate it, you don't much this means to me.
- Yeah, no problem, man.
(violinist increases speed more)
(knocks on door)
- It's me, babe. I lost my key.
(knocks on door harder)
- [Man] Why in the hell are you knocking at my door
at this time of night?
- Your door? Nigga, this is my crib!
- Yo. You must be confused, lil homie.
My grandfather built this crib in '87.
- Why is everyone fucking with me today?
Is it National Fuck With Robert Day?!
I bet my wife set me up, didn't she?
- Yo.
- Very funny!
- Fam.
- You got me, babe!
- Look. - Prank's over!
- You got five seconds to get up off my porch
or I'm up in the strap.
- [Jessica] Babe.
Is everything okay?
- No. - No.
- Jessica... this-
- (indistinct) man is on our porch talking about
he lives here. And I'm kindly asking him to leave.
- Honey, what's going on?
- Honey? Is you out your rabid-ass mind?
Don't you ever talk to my wife like that.
- Wife? Jessica.
What's up?
What did I do to deserve this? Did you get my voicemail?
- A'ight, you got five seconds, bro.
- All right. I gave you the benefit of the doubt.
Now it's time to shut your ass up.
(dramatic music)
- 'Sup? What're you-
C'mon, nigga.
(lands hard punches)
- Get up. Get yo' ass up.
C'mon.
(grunts loudly)
- Punk ass nigga.
Sorry ass nigga.
(grunts)
Oh! Oh! (grunts in pain)
(coughs trying to catch breath)
(police siren chirps)
- What seems to be the problem?
- Officer, this man came and disturbed our home.
He assaulted my husband and he stalking me.
- My head's ringing because of this clown.
- [Officer] Is this true?
- Wait.
Aren't you the guy from the parking garage earlier?
- You know what?
You're right! What's your problem, pal?
- Officers, this is my home.
My wife obviously playing some games with me.
- This is not a game and I'm not your wife.
Look, I don't know what you got going on
in that sick head of yours, but you got it all wrong.
- Jessica, seriously?
You're gonna throw everything we have away just like that?
Our two beautiful children? The beautiful life we built?
- Jess- (sighs)
Way to go.
- What?
- She can't conceive, dickhead.
Officers, can you please escort this man off my property?
- [Robert] Jessica.
- You've caused these people enough heartache this evening.
Let's go.
- Jessica, don't do this to me, baby, I need you.
- You're making matters worse.
Now we said come with us.
We'll get it all sorted out.
- I'm not trusting you anymore than I trust this snake
stealing my life from me!
- Stop!
(taser crackles)
(music intensifies)
- You guys are making a big mistake!
I didn't do anything wrong!
I didn't do anything wrong.
You hear me?
You guys are making a big mistake.
I didn't do anything wrong.
You hear me?
I didn't anything wrong!
(in normal voice) I didn't do anything wrong.
(solemn music)
- You changed the password on your phone?
- [Robert] Why do you have my phone?
- Answer the question, Robert. Did you?
You have something to hide?
- Since when do we take each other's phones?
- Hi, Mr. Holdings.
I'm Sarah McDaniels. The temp from Broad Street.
- Where's Eric?
- He's ill and will be out for at least a week.
(chatter in the background)
(blues music plays)
(phone rings)
- [Police Officer] Holding!
(gate clinks open)
You're free to go.
You lucked out.
Couple don't wish to press charges.
Let me tell you something.
If I hear one more word about you disturbing anyone's peace
or doing anything even borderline illegal,
I will make it my personal duty to take you down.
You got me?
- Yeah.
- Get outta here. Stay outta trouble.
(melancholy music intensifies)
(bags crinkling)
- [Woman 2] (distant sounding) Six feet under
is what they tell me, I'm not a doctor.
Six feet under is what they tell me, I'm not a doctor.
(eerie music)
(more clearly) Six feet under is what they tell me,
I'm not a doctor.
Six feet under is what they tell me, I'm not a doctor.
(closer and clearer) Six feet under is what they tell me,
I'm not a doctor.
Six feet under is what they tell me, I'm not a doctor.
- What the fuck!
- Six feet under.. - Hey!
- They tell me I'm not a doctor.
- [Robert] Wait a minute!
- Six feet under is what they tell me, I'm not a doctor.
- You didn't have to take my food back there,
I would've shared.
- (echoes) Six feet under is what they tell me,
I'm not a doctor.
- What does that mean? Why do you keep saying that?
Oh, so you're just gonna ignore me?
- Six feet under... - Take my food and ignore me.
Hey, wait a minute!
- You think I'm crazy?
You think I'm fucking crazy, don't you?
- No, I didn't say that.
- The last person that called me crazy,
do you wanna know what I did do? Do you?!
- No, I'd rather not. Look-
- I gutted that motherfucker by his intestines
and watched him eat them.
- I didn't say you were crazy.
- Look at you.
Scared like a little bitch.
It's okay, little man. I'm just fucking with you. (laughs)
But don't get it twisted.
I'll still have you sleeping with the fishes.
Heh, you thought I was serious, huh?
I know. I'm practicing for an upcoming audition.
All of this, it's just act.
(unintelligible)
I'll show you rope.
What are you doing?
- I remember you.
- We just met.
- No, no.
I saw you on the way to work.
At the stoplight.
You were digging in the trash, looking for something.
- Possibly.
- Then I saw you again at the parking garage
before the cops came. You ran off.
- What's your point?
- I'm trying to connect the dots.
I haven't always been on the streets.
Yesterday my life turned upside down.
- Yesterday I didn't shit. Today I did.
You see how that doesn't have anything to do with you?
- You don't think it's a coincidence that I see you
before then after my tragedy?
- I'm always around. What can I say?
- I need to get my life back.
- Again, what does that have to do with me?
- Maybe you're the link to helping me reclaim what's mine,
get back to things I lost.
- Okay. Okay. Fuck it.
I help you, you help me.
- Well, I don't see what you could possibly need help with.
You look perfectly fine.
But let's do it.
- Whoa, chill.
We just met. Let foreplay a little bit first.
- What's your name?
- Tink, you?
- I'm Robert. Robert Holding.
People call me Rob.
(smooth hip hop plays)
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ (unintelligible) keep going, back, back in (indistinct) ♪
♪ I can't get enough of your love, no ♪
♪ Does that mean that you love me ♪
♪ Show me how much you want me
♪ Never lie, you ain't gotta say you love me if you don't ♪
♪ Feelin' no strings attached
♪ We never had the seventh times ♪
♪ You should believe me
♪ Just be piecing back the (indistinct) ♪
♪ You got caught fucking on the camera in the hotel ♪
- [Tink] Ah.
- [Robert] I already have somewhere to be.
- [Tink] C'mon. Forward, Rob.
Follow my lead.
Hm, hm, hmm!
- [Robert] This is crazy.
- [Tink] Hm, hm, hm, hm, hmm.
Oh, come one.
♪ They keep going back, back and forth ♪
♪ I can't get enough of your love ♪
♪ So tell me that you love me
♪ Show me how much you want me
♪ They keep going back, back and forth ♪
♪ I can't get enough of your love, no ♪
♪ So tell me that you love me
♪ Show me how much you want me
♪ Why should I have you at all
♪ I can't even lie, you've got too much pride ♪
♪ I think you cried some nights ♪
♪ Do you have the time for what's on your mind ♪
♪ Tell me what you been thinking, baby ♪
♪ What's been on your mind
♪ Always asking for a sign
- [Robert] Hey, Tink.
We've been walking for hours, now.
Where are we going?
- I have to make a quick stop.
- How far out? My feet are killing me,
- Not long.
Shit!
Get that.
Nigga, you hit it.
- (grunts) I don't know how!
(rock banging)
- Harder!
(Robert grunts)
(chain breaks, falls to ground)
(jars clank and clatter)
- What're you doing?
- Shit!
(intense music)
- Just tell me what's goin' on.
- Just shut up and help me!
(gasps) Moonshine.
- All of that for some liquor?
- Shh!
- [Bar Owner] Hello?
- [Tink] Oh, shit!
(dramatic music)
(gunshot) (gunshot)
(glass bottle shatters)
(gunshot)
- [Bar Owner] Fuckers, fuck you!
- [Tink] Eat that, bitch! (laughs)
- What kind of shit you got me into?
- I told you, I didn't know what I need to help with yet.
Now we can focus on you.
- Even if I do get my life back, it'll be all worthless
if I end up in prison or worse.
- I said we could focus on you.
It's over, it's in the past.
You've helped me, so shut the up.
- If you're lying to me, I promise you-
- You'll what?
Tell me, Robby, what are you gonna do?
- I'm saying, you got me doing some fucked up shit.
- You act like you never stole before.
- I haven't.
- So where'd them snacks come from?
Yeah, mm-hmm.
Remember, motherfucker, I'm in charge.
And the next time you're trying to threaten me,
I'll show you just how crazy you think I am.
- I never said you were crazy.
We're in this together, Tink.
- Roll with me, we got one more stop.
- I thought you said we were gonna focus on me.
- Shit! Okay.
How can Madame Tink help you?
- Madame Tink?
Kinda has a ring. - Focus!
What's the last thing you remember before we got here?
- My office. I can't stop thinking about this new temp.
- Why would she want to ruin your life?
- I don't know.
But my assistant, Eric, never calls off.
- Well, did you call him?
- [Robert] No.
- Well maybe there's your answer.
- No.
He wouldn't realize who I was anyways,
just like everybody else.
- What else was odd other than everyone
forgetting who you are?
- Family of four dies in car crash.
- What?
- I read this article where I worked at.
Said a SUV was smashed by a semi.
The SUV looked like my wife.
- And?
- There were two kids that were the same age as mine.
- Hm.
- I gotta get to that article.
- Where you going?
- Library.
Not one single site shows that article.
It's like it never happened!
- Well, maybe it didn't.
Listen, I gotta go to my crib. You rollin' with me, or?
- Fuck it.
- All right.
(unnerving music)
Welcome to my place.
Excuse the mess.
(bottles clanking)
- Oh, ho, ho! I knew you were here, Tink.
I know you got that good stuff,
it took you long enough, now!
Come on, don't be stingy.
- Everything I have is for sale.
We lost one on the way.
- Hell no, Tink! How the hell you let that happen?
- I picked up fresh meat along the way. He was scared.
- Ohh. (chuckles)
- I'm not anyone's meat.
- Calm down, boys. He won't be around long.
- Do you see that? - Let him breathe
for a minute. - Check his pockets.
- We just got here. - You got that shit!
- Here! A bottle to get you fuckers to leave.
- Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo! - Hee, hee, hee!
Yeah, Tink, you always got the answers.
That's why we love you, girl.
- No, no, no, no, no, no!
We love you.
- No, you use me. There's a difference.
But that's all right, I'm not worried.
Because I know if I need y'all, y'all gonna be here.
- You right. We will be here.
- Oh, yeah. Tell him to save that stepped on powder.
I can't do anything with that shit!
- Okay. We got you.
- Yeah, we got you, Tink.
- Go on.
Go on.
- Later, Fresh Meat.
(laughs creepily)
- What the fuck was that?
- Oh, Shawnee and Monty, good friends of mine.
Don't pay them no mind.
- Are you gonna finish helping me?
- Oh. We just got here.
Plus, we've been walking damn near all day.
My legs need a rest.
Relax, man, we got time.
- Who am I kidding?
I'm done for.
(suspenseful music)
(startling tribal music)
- Fuck!
- What's wrong?
- Those motherfuckers got me.
Shawnee!
Shawnee! Monty! Where are you?!
You want to steal from me?!
I'm gonna kill you motherfuckers!
Have you seen Shawnee and Monty?
- Nah! No, Tink!
- Follow me!
(tribal beats intensify)
- Tink? Tink?
(abrasive music)
Tink, where'd you go?
You out there?
(daunting music)
(floor boards creak)
(voice of man coming from close by)
(door creaks open)
- They over there talking about it.
(unintelligible)
And there was nothing I could do.
(glass clanks)
- I know you.
(Robert screams)
(indistinct whispers of several people)
(coughs)
(dreadful music)
- I can't take it no more!
(screaming gibberish)
- Come on, now.
Come on.
What are you doing? Come one.
- Man, what are you doing?
Back up away from my car.
(pernicious music climaxes)
- I'm sorry, I thought-
- Man, go get a life, you sicko.
- Damn.
(dispiriting music)
(Robert coughs and cries)
(Robert sobs)
(intense music)
(woman humming in shower)
(shower turns off)
- Hello?
Who's in here?
I don't want to kill anyone, but I will.
Oh!
- Mm! (grunting)
(gun fires shot twice)
Oof!
(Sarah screams and struggles)
(Robert screams in pain)
- No!
Please don't shoot! Please don't shoot!
- Talk!
- What?
You're the crazy guy that took my patch.
- Cut the act! No one's here to listen to your
bullshit story!
- I don't know what I did to you, sir, but I'm sorry.
- You seriously gonna act like you didn't do this?
Who put you up to it? Why were you assigned as my assistant?
Where's Eric?
- I told you, I don't know anything.
(gunshot)
(ringing in ear amplified)
(Robert grunting)
(Sarah crying)
- [Sarah] Okay, okay, okay.
I'll tell you what you want to know.
I'll tell you everything.
- Get up!
Get up!
Over there.
You'd better not try anything.
- Okay, you proved your point.
Can you please put the gun down
so we can talk like grownups?
- No funny business. I wanna know everything.
All right?
(lights match)
Spill.
- Fine.
So, I was approached by some woman.
- Who?
- I don't know.
- What does she look like?
- Short, brown skin.
- What did she say?
- She wanted me to act like I didn't know who you were
and convince everyone else you were crazy.
- When did she approach you?
- You said what?
- I said no funny business! When did she approach you?
- Um, I think last week.
- You think?
- I honestly forgot. I'm sorry.
What does that matter?
- It matters because every clue gets me closer
to the root of this mess.
I want my life- No, I need my life back!
So tell me. How did Monica get involved in this?
- I don't know.
- What about my wife and this new guy?
- I don't know.
- What happened to Eric?
- I don't know.
- Do you really work for Broad Street Temp Agency?
(Sarah laughs)
What the fuck is so funny?!
Quit it!
Stop!
(Sarah laughs harder)
- I said no funny business. Stop!
(unloads gun on Sarah)
I said no funny business.
- Go ahead. Shoot me.
I don't give a fuck.
At this point, I have nothing to lose.
- You're lying.
- I made it all up.
- Why?
- You wanted answers.
So I play your game with you.
- Game?!
- I mean, obviously, that's what it is.
You're desperate.
For what? Add that to the list of things I don't know.
What I do know, is cops will be here in no time.
Don't you think the neighbors called when those rounds were
let off?
- You knew?
- Knew what?
- You were just stalling me up!
- Duh, dumb ass.
- I told you no funny business! Didn't I?
- Now what, tough guy?
(blow lands hard)
(knocking on door)
- CPD!
(knocking on door)
- [Police Officer 2] Looks like we have a body down.
(kicking on door)
(lights click off)
(intense music)
- Sorry. (grunts)
(Officer struggles for breath)
- Brown.
Brown, you in here?
Oh, shit, Brown! Are you okay?
Brown, are you okay?
Do you read me?
52? This is 21. Do you copy?
- [Police Dispatch] Go ahead, 21.
I repeat, go ahead, 21.
21, do you copy?
Central to all units, copy. Possible Code 30.
Available units, check the area of 100 Block Avenue A.
52 last reported 10-66. Suspect unknown.
(gloomy music)
(match ignites)
(vehicle turns over)
(fire crackling)
(police sirens approaching)
(ominous music crescendos)
- Babe.
- What's up babe?
- I think when the spring hits,
I want to plant some flowers in this flower bed.
- I see no problem with it.
(glass shatters)
(sound of children laughing)
- [Harmony] (laughing) Sage, don't hit me!
(Sage and Harmony laugh)
(powerful music intensifies)
(objects clatter)
(pots and pans clanking together)
- What's all that noise in here?
- Oh, sorry, honey, I was just looking for this.
- I was worried that those raccoons got back
in the house again.
- No, just your little raccoon, baby.
- You mean my big raccoon?
(soothing jazz music)
You know what? We never did it in the kitchen.
- Well, tell me how you want it, girl.
- Good morning, good morning.
- [Robert] Good morning, sweethearts.
Daddy was just making pancakes for your two princesses.
- Can we have chocolate chip pancakes?
- Of course.
- [Sage] Yeah, Dad, you stir that! Beat it!
Beat it with that stirring power!
Come on, use that arm strength! Come on!
Come on, Daddy, you can do it!
Come on! Go, go, go!
- [Harmony] Don't forget the milk, Daddy.
- Of course.
- [Harmony] Remember, Daddy, if you stir them up too much,
they won't be as fluffy.
- Now this reminds me of Saturday mornings at my
grandmother's, your Big Nana's.
- Oh yeah, she was such a sweet woman.
- She was. Every Saturday morning,
your Nana would take me to your Big Nana's house
for breakfast with the family.
The best fried and fluffiest pancakes you could ever take.
- Better than yours?
- Better than mine.
- Don't forget to flip the pancake, daddy.
- Look at you, little chef.
It's all about timing and yours is correct.
You girls else wanna know a secret?
- [Harmony] Mm-hmm.
- Hey babe, I think you might need to turn that fan on.
It's starting to get a little smokey in here.
(smoke alarm beeps)
- We need something else.
- The fan's upstairs. I'm a go grab it.
(smoke alarm continues to beep)
- [Harmony] Daddy, is everything okay?
- Yes, baby girl, everything is fine.
- Daddy, the pancake's burning.
(anxious music)
- What the fuck?
Hey, yo!
All right.
Whoever's in there, you got three seconds
before you end up on Channel 8.
That's my word.
(gun shoots three times)
- Ah!
There you have it.
What would you say?
Do I deserve this?
Did I really lose my mind and have been hallucinating
on some drug off the street this entire time?
Maybe.
Or maybe this is some fucked up dream
where I'm being taught some life-changing lesson
to be grateful for the things I have,
or they'll be gone in a blink of an eye.
Whatever it is, I get it. I really do.
I just want my life back.
(gunshot)
- Hey. You're not sick?
- Uh, no. Should I be?
- No. When did you get in?
- Same time as you. Is everything okay?
- I'm about to find out.
Hold all of my calls for today.
- Sure thing, boss.
- Hey, you. Are you ready?
- Ready?
- For lunch, silly.
We supposed to try that new spot on Broadway.
- So you know who I am.
- Oh my God. Of course I know who you are, Robert.
Is everything okay?
- I don't know.
I really don't know. I think I need the rest the day off.
- Okay, I mean if that's what you think you need.
Let me know if you need anything from me.
Just call me.
Or text me. You know how she is.
(industrial music)
(knocks on door)
- Babe, what are you doing here so early?
(gentle music)
What did I do to deserve that?
- Just being alive.
- Babe, is everything okay?
- What's the last thing you remember?
- What do you, what do you mean?
- We had breakfast this morning, right?
- Yes.
- And then we went to work, but you're here.
- Yeah, Sage left her math folder.
I was on my way to drop it off,
but where are you doing here so early?
- Babe, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.
- What are you talking about?
- I had the craziest dream.
Or epiphany, I really don't know what it was,
but somehow everyone forgot who I was.
The firm shut me out.
You were with some guy and couldn't have kids.
I became homeless out on the street,
almost died, then turned around and actually died.
I don't know what, it was crazy.
- Wait. What?
- I'm still trying to convince myself I'm not in afterlife.
- The afterlife? (laughs)
- Babe, seriously.
- I'm, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
This is just crazy.
You're telling me that all of this happened to you
when you were just at work?
- It felt like days went by.
- Babe, I'm so glad that none of that is real.
I couldn't imagine life without you.
I couldn't imagine being with somebody else.
And our babies adore you.
- I know. That's why I was confused
when I came here and you were with another man.
- Yeah, that'll never happen.
- Good. I'm glad things are back.
Let's go get our girls from school.
We can take 'em to the movies or park or whatever.
- What am I supposed to tell my job?
- Just tell 'em that one of the girls are sick.
- Wait, you want me to lie?
- I mean, technically you're redirecting the truth.
- Oh, you want me to do what you do?
- Just this one time, babe, I need this.
- Okay, fine.
(phone chimes)
(keys clacking)
(phone chimes)
(keys clacking)
Okay, so we're good to go.
You lucky my girl Sarah wanted some overtime.
She's gonna cover for me.
- Okay, good, let's get our girl.
Wait, Sarah...
is she new or something? I never heard you mention her.
- Well actually, she's a temp for Samantha,
but you don't remember me telling you about her?
She's the whole reason why we went to see
the psychic in the first place.
- What does she look like?
- I don't know. My height, black hair, Puerto Rican girl.
- That bitch, I knew it! Let's go.
- Huh?
Babe! Slow down. Tell me what's going on.
- That same Sarah was at my office today
claiming to cover for Eric.
You know Eric don't get sick.
- I mean, you be surprised.
- He's worked for me for the last three years
with only one or two call offs.
And that was because his grandmother was ill.
- But what does that justify?
Do you know how many people have the same first and last
name and work in the same occupational field?
- So you don't see the coincidence?
- No, Robert, I don't!
- You think I'm tripping, don't you?
- No, love.
I'm sure you have a valid reason as to why
you feel the way that you feel,
but do you really think all this is worth the hassle?
Can't we just go get our girls and enjoy this beautiful day?
- But what if it happens again?
- What if what happens again?!
- Everyone forgetting me.
- Oh my God.
- And what if I'm not the only one she's done this to?
You said she told you to see a psychic, right?
- Yeah, you don't remember?
- Maybe.
- What if we go back to her?
Maybe she can answer some questions.
- (sighs) I don't know, maybe.
(playful music)
- This it?
- Yeah.
(jiggles doors)
You see anything?
- No.
- She, uh, left this morning.
- I'm sorry?
- Yeah, the lady you're talking about.
She's with the wind.
- Thank you, sir.
- You're welcome.
- So now what?
- I say we stop by Broad Street Temp Agency
to figure out who Sarah McDaniels truly is.
- All right.
(keyboard keys clacking)
- Hi, how can I help you?
- Yes, I need to speak to a supervisor.
It's an urgent matter.
- Uh, sure. Can I ask them who's requesting for them?
- Just let them know it's a concerned client.
- Okay. You can wait over there.
(clock ticking in background)
- Babe, you okay?
- Yeah.
This is all just so... I don't know how to explain it.
- What?
- Uncomfortable.
- What do you mean? - Well-
- [Rick] Excuse me.
Hi. I'm Rick Green, the Agency manager.
How can I help you two?
- Yes, I'm Robert Holding and this is my wife, Jessica.
- Hello.
- Yes, you have an employee Sarah McDaniel
Who's been going around infiltrating professions
and manipulating employees.
- I'm sorry, Sarah?
- Yes. Sarah McDaniels.
She came to my job impersonating my assistant-
- Sir. Sir - And my wife,
let me finish.
- Sir, sir.
There's no Sarah McDaniels that works here, I assure you.
- And you think she's not clever enough to use an alias?
- Look sir, there must be a huge misunderstanding.
We don't have any temps that work multiple jobs.
- Dude. I'm not new to this.
You're not fooling anyone. Are you in on this too?
- Okay.
You must have been through something
that caused your suspicion about my agency,
but I assure you, we're not to blame.
Currently, all my temps are male employees.
We only employ warehouse jobs.
You look like any office man to me.
Those are typically staffed.
We have no need to send anybody out to you guys.
I'm sorry about the confusion.
- No, I'm sorry.
- Wish I could help.
- This shit's just not making any sense to me.
- Well maybe we need to leave it alone, babe.
We're not detectives.
We'll be looking for answers for days.
- Every time I start to find a clue,
I end up back to square one.
- Well, maybe that's a sign.
- Maybe.
Let's just go get our girl.
(somber music)
How long did you say Sarah worked at your office?
- I didn't. Before a couple of weeks.
- How did you two become friends?
- What are you getting at, babe?
- Every route I travel led to a dead end.
But the only one I haven't gathered down
was you knowing the same woman that showed up in my office
before all of this confusion.
Talk, Jessica.
- Well, one day on lunch, she came into the break room
and we just started talking about relationships.
- How do you just meet someone and start talking
about relationships? Don't play with me.
- 'Cause you couldn't stop texting that bitch.
- What?
- No, you stop playing with me, Robert.
You walking around with this goofy smile on your face.
Whole time, I'm thinking it's 'cause of me,
but it's really because you're having
a whole affair with your boss.
- Look, Jess.
- No, don't, "Look Jess," me.
Robert, you know how much I love you.
How could you be out here like I'm worthless?
Like you just some type of free agent?
- We didn't do anything. It was a small little-
- Small?
Small, Robert?
- I'm sorry.
Never meant to do anything to hurt you.
- You know, you deserve everything that happened to you.
I really hope you realize what it was like
to not have us in your life.
- You did it.
- I did.
And I had to.
- I know just the thing that can help you.
- What is this?
- She works wonders.
She can fix what's broken in your relationship.
Whatever he can't see in you, she will reveal to him.
- Really?
- Just give it a try.
- [Robert] So you set me up to get my attention.
- Look, Robert, everything started to change.
Physically, you were there,
but mentally I felt the disconnect.
- Everything felt so real.
So Sarah drugged me?
- No, it was a special potion made from the psychic.
Look, I had no clue what it was going to do to you.
She just told me to mix it in your drink.
- Wow.
- Babe, you can't say it didn't work, though.
- There are hundreds, maybe even thousands of other ways
to get my attention other than playing witchcraft
with some stranger.
- But you can't flip this on me, Robert.
None of this would've happened
if you wouldn't have got distracted at work.
- You're right.
I really am sorry, Jess.
I realize what it would be like if I lost my family.
Grateful for you all.
- And I'm sorry that I put you through all of that.
You're right, I could've took another approach.
And I promise not to listen to anybody
outside of our relationship again.
(upbeat music)
- Look, baby, that's her!
- Who?
- [Jessica] The psychic!
- What the fu-
♪ Love, don't love nobody
♪ I said love don't love nobody ♪
♪ Love don't love nobody
♪ I ain't got no love in my heart for nobody ♪
♪ Niggas say they love you,
♪ But they ain't gonna keep it silent ♪
♪ Love it, hey, both looking like you got to watch it ♪
♪ 'Cause love don't get you body ♪
♪ Love, don't love nobody, nobody ♪
♪ I said, love, don't love nobody, nobody ♪
♪ I know, love, no love nobody, nobody ♪
♪ See, love, don't love nobody
♪ Hangin' around nobody,
♪ I be on my own
♪ And now (indistinct) giving him ♪
♪ Everybody wanted a wholesome
♪ He say he trappin' homie
♪ Died and had to make a go from ♪
♪ I told my mama that couldn't be me ♪
♪ I feel that shit up and they faces like it's 3D ♪
♪ Every time I talk, it's flawless ♪
♪ Everything else VV
♪ Spin up on 'em jail, like it's the CD ♪
♪ I bet that they don't play with us ♪
♪ Love will get you killed and they can't hate enough ♪
♪ See, I don't trust no body
♪ Hey with me I'm run up the wrong way ♪
♪ Gonna be your body
♪ They say time is money
♪ Spend some money on my time piece, ♪
♪ Everybody wants you to lose
♪ I told them don't remind me,
♪ Nigga say he need it
♪ Then you already know I got him ♪
♪ I know you mad that they ain't like us ♪
♪ He only gangsta on the internet, get typed up ♪
♪ She said she won't gimme her heart ♪
♪ Tell her I don't like love
♪ Told her baby, keep it how it is ♪
♪ I fuck your life up
♪ Love don't love nobody, nobody. ♪
♪ I say love don't love nobody, nobody. ♪
♪ I say love don't let nobody, nobody. ♪
♪ I know love don't love nobody, nobody ♪
♪ Love don't love nobody
♪ I ain't got no love in my heart for nobody ♪
♪ They can say they love you
♪ But they ain't gonna keep it solid ♪
♪ Love and hate, both looking like you got to watch it ♪
♪ 'Cause love will get you body ♪
♪ Love ain't love nobody when they try to spark me ♪
♪ That's why I got this Glock inside the party ♪
♪ my chest a ice box
♪ Nigga, I'm so heartless
♪ 'Cause you wasn't worried about me ♪
♪ when I was starving, hey