01x01 - Past is Prologue

[bunniefuu]

(birds chirping)

(Logan exhales)

(groans)

Shanice, it's time to wake up.

Are we in Paris?

Yeah. (chuckles)

I just picked up some
croissants for breakfast.

Mm. Fresh ones.

And are we gonna
stroll by the Seine later

and make out on
a bridge at sunset?

Definitely.

Liar.

Not about the making
out part. Mm-hmm.

(baby fussing)

Mm. Mm. (chuckles)

Okay. All right, Mariah.

(exhales) (grunts)

Hi. (chuckles)

You are gonna be
in so much trouble

if you didn't bring
her a croissant.

LOGAN: Don't you
have somewhere to be?

(chuckles) Yes.

Yes, it's a bad look for me to
be late on my first day back.

Especially when

Mr. Zimmer has it out for me.

Oh, no. No, you've kept up

with everything
during maternity leave.

You're gonna be back
and better than ever.

Right? SHANICE: That's right.

Just got to face the
day in front of me.

♪ Come, Mr. DJ,
song pon de replay ♪

♪ Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn
the music up? ♪ (Mariah cries)

♪ All the gyal pon the dance
floor wantin' some more what ♪

♪ Come, Mr. DJ, won't
you turn the music up? ♪

That's perfect.

Yeah? Mm-hmm.

(chuckles): All right.

♪ All the gyal... ♪

Oh.

♪ Come, Mr. DJ, won't
you turn the music up? ♪

Ah. BlackBerry. There you go.

♪ Even two by two, everybody ♪

♪ On the floor, let
me show you... ♪

All right. Come on.

I got you. Yeah.

(camera clicks)

Have a nice day. (kisses)

Okay. I love you.
I love you. Mwah.

Bye. (Mariah cries)

♪ Shake it till the moon
becomes the sun ♪

♪ Sun ♪ ♪ Everybody
in the club, give me a run ♪

♪ Run ♪ ♪ If you ready to move ♪

♪ Say it. ♪ (static crackling)

(wind gusts)

(screams)

(electricity crackling, zapping)

(grunts)

(others screaming, grunting)

What is this?

I don't know, but it won't stop.

ANDRE: Pardon me!

What in heaven's name?

What is this?

Where am I?

SHANICE: I-I think...

I think it's Belle Isle?

Is that... Is that in Brooklyn?

No. Detroit.

I-I'm a physician.

I should... (sirens wailing)

Wait.

Sirens? An air raid?

I...

♪ ♪

(metal detector whirring)

Keisha Taylor.

MARTIN: Are you social
work or corrections?

I'm a parole officer.

Can someone tell me
what all this is about?

You'll be briefed and
assigned a facility.

Okay, well, I'd like
to be briefed now.

Why don't you go find
some... Agent Tanner

with DHS. It's all
right. She's with me.

Okay, what's going on?
I show up to work today,

and my boss tells
me to report here.

Did... Did you do this?

Look, I know you've been saying

you want to get more
serious, but... (chuckles)

Did I go behind
my girlfriend's back

to try and coerce her
into working with me?

No.

I like how devoted
you are to your job.

In fact, your boss
recommended you.

Okay, for what?
Wh-What is all this?

JESSICA: You'll
get a formal briefing,

but you saw the news about
those people on Belle Isle?

Yeah, some kind of
protest. Got out of hand.

That's the story we're
letting the press run with,

but there is zero chatter
or online organizing.

Thousands of people
just showed up.

We've tried fingerprinting

and run facial recognition
on hundreds so far.

The ones we've identified
are all missing persons cases

from the last couple decades.

Okay, so, what, they're all,
like, kidnapped and returned?

Unlikely.

They're from all
over the country.

All over the world.

Some don't even speak
English. KEISHA: Okay, Jessica,

what you are talking
about is... (breathes deeply)

I know.

We're putting together teams

of corrections officers
and social workers

to see if you can get some
information out of them.

Quickly.

We've just been
battling this on all fronts,

especially trying to
keep it out of the press

until we have any
kind of handle on it.

Well, in my experience,
people lie when they get caught

doing things they
aren't supposed to.

We'll find the truth.

Can you tell me
what you remember?

Okay, we're gonna
figure this out.

We're gonna get
everything back to normal.

I-I swear I'm gonna do whatever I
can do. Let me take a look at this.

(indistinct chatter)

Yes. It's not as
bad as I thought.

You doing all right, miss?

(sighs) You know
anything about all this?

Was gonna ask you the same.

Well, last I knew, I
was in Mississippi,

and-and now they
saying we in Detroit?

This how people dress
in Detroit? How they act?

Something doesn't add up.

I'm Reverend Johnston. Isaiah.

It's a pleasure to meet you...

Little young to be a
reverend, aren't you?

Inherited the position.

Jesus is our family business.

Well, hopefully Jesus can
provide you with some insight.

If you'll excuse me.

Hi. I don't know
what kind of prank

my friends are
pulling, but I'm done.

STEVE: Oh, um,
this isn't actually...

Yeah, I mean,
this is all, like, real.

(chuckles): No. No.

Like, people must
be looking for me.

Okay, I have to get out of here

and tell my dad

I'm okay, so just...

Uh...

Give me my phone back

and get me out of
this janky-ass hotel.

I need to speak with
whoever is in charge.

We have rights. You can't
just keep us here without cause.

STEVE: Uh, sorry,
everyone, we can't actually...

I need to speak with
whomever is in charge

of medical personnel.
I need supplies.

A workspace. We're
not gonna get anything

while they continue
to hold us as prisoners.

Isn't that right?

I... SHANICE: I am with

a very prestigious law firm,

and I am going to rain hell down

on everyone who is party
to this unlawful detention.

Madam, I don't think
that kind of language

is constructive,
and I'm not sure

a secretary is the most
convincing messenger.

SHANICE: Excuse me?

(chuckles): You
did not just say that

in Ruth Bader
Ginsburg's America.

STEVE: Aw, sad.

RIP RBG, am I right?

What do you mean, "RIP"?

STEVE: Well, like, how she d*ed

last year? It was
pretty big news.

(chuckles): If...

If Justice Ginsburg had d*ed,

I think I would
have heard about it.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg, the
new Supreme Court justice?

ANDRE: Apologies,
whom are we discussing?

Ruth Baiter...? There aren't any
women on the Supreme Court.

(chuckles): Can
you just imagine?

ANDRE: I don't understand
why we're talking about...

(overlapping chatter)

or still talking about
the Supreme Court.

Wait. There are things

that we need right here,

right now, like...
Wait a minute.

Wait!

What-what year is it?

Um, it's-it's 2021.

(chuckles) Where are the
cameras? Did you say 2021?

Where are the cameras? Are
you serious? (overlapping chatter)

Yeah, what year did
you guys think it was?

This must be a mistake.

How can that be?

(overlapping chatter continuing)

I can't be in 2021.

That would just
be... I don't know.

♪ ♪

(drill whirring)

Hey. You must be Keisha.

I'm Jharrel.

Social worker. Heard
we're gonna be partners.

This whole thing is wild, huh?

Excuse me. The
plexiglass should remain

for the duration
of the interviews.

I might have asked
them to take those down.

Look, I know they ran us through
the whole quarantine protocol,

but I work with immigrants
and refugees every day,

and trust me, it
is hard to connect

with people through suits
and walls. Jharrel, is it?

I understand you're
the people person,

and I respect that, but
this is a volatile situation.

The rules are in
place for a reason.

Let's not break them on day one

just 'cause we want to
get in our feelings, okay?

Glass stays on the
table. Yes, ma'am.

ANDRE: Why didn't you

come to me sooner?

I noticed your
difficulty walking.

(scoffs) For all I know,
you just some charlatan

playing doctor.

Besides, I'm...

I'm well-accustomed to pain.

Well, I can put your mind at
ease that I am no charlatan.

I spend my time

running a clinic up
in North Harlem...

Hmm... where I get

to treat lots of ornery
Black folk like yourself.

You need to be seen.

(indistinct chatter over radio)

There's white folk in here, too.

You would think...

Mm-hmm. All this
talk about the future.

You know, my husband and
I have been jailed and worse

for organizing the
vote for Negroes.

If it was really 2021,

I'd have hoped we'd
made more progress.

(exhales)

That it wouldn't feel the same.

(footsteps approaching)

I was driving to work.

My first day back
after maternity leave.

And then suddenly,
there was this,

like, wind.

And I saw a green
light out of my window,

and then everything went black.

Wait, wait, I'm sorry.
You said you saw a light?

Like, a green light?

Yeah.

And now 16 years have passed?

SHANICE: I'm not lying.

I'm speaking without counsel

because something
strange happened.

I've cooperated,

and you all have told me nothing
about what I'm being accused of.

We're trying to get to
the truth. The truth is

that I just want to go home.

Please, my-my daughter, Mariah,

she's only four months old.

JHARREL: I hear you.
All right, and we are

working as fast as we
can to figure this out.

All right, we have a
bunch of people working

across the dozens of facilities
that are housing all of you.

Oh, my God, that
could take days.

Weeks.

And you're not gonna
let me see them, are you?

(exhales)

Bathroom's down
the end of the hall.

They're giving everybody
ten minutes, okay?

You okay?

No.

STEVE: Oh, okay.

I've never been
apart from my baby

for more than a few hours.

She must be so scared.

(exhales) Um,

I'm Shanice, by the way.

Mildred. (chuckles softly)

And I'm sorry.

You seem like a good mom.

I just want to get back to her.

♪ ♪

(lock clicking)

What is going on?

I don't know,

but you should go.

Yes, we should.
Come on. I'm okay here.

I have nowhere to
go. Go to your family

and your baby. I'll stay
here. I'll keep watch.

I'll see you again when
I get you out of here,

okay?

FEMALE VOICE:
Next stop, Woodward

and the Detroit
Institute of Arts.

VOICE (on phone):
That's just my baby dog.

CROWD (chanting):
No blood for oil!

No blood for oil!

YOUNG SHANICE: Louder!
CROWD: No blood for oil!

No blood for oil! All right,
let's go. You got to move.

No blood for oil!

What?! No blood for oil!

You got to move. You're blocking
the sidewalk. No blood for oil!

We have the right
to... No blood for oil!

No blood for oil!

Hey! Hey, don't put your
hands on her! No blood for oil!

She was pushed. You could
see that. No blood for oil!

No blood for oil!

No blood for oil!
Watch yourselves.

No blood for oil!

No blood for oil! You all right?

Oh, I'm fine.

It's that man who
wasn't raised right!

I know, right?

I don't know how
parents let their kids go out

in the world and
treat people like that.

This seems to be a pattern among
people who look a lot like you.

Fair.

Well, I'm gonna
make sure that my kid

has a kick-ass mom
who organizes protests

against travesties
like this sham w*r.

No blood for oil! You
got us raising kids

before you even bought
me coffee? No blood for oil!

(chuckles) Yeah, sorry. No
blood for oil! No blood for oil!

Hey, I'm Logan, by the way.

You want to get coffee?

I'm a little busy right now.

And I'm not really
trying to discuss kids.

That's a long ways off for me.

That right?

That's right. I am
getting my law degree,

and I'm gonna advocate for
the people in my community

who have been screwed over
more times than I can count.

Detroit is on the
verge of a comeback,

and I plan to be a part
of making it happen.

All that's pretty
heavy for coffee.

I didn't say I'd go... It's
definitely first dinner talk, though.

You free tonight?
No blood for oil!

No blood for oil!

No blood for oil!
No blood for oil!

No blood for oil!

No blood for oil! No blood

for oil! No blood for oil!

We've interviewed 15 people
so far and gotten nowhere.

Well, we know
that they all cleared

their medical screenings.

They don't pose a
danger to anyone.

But we don't know that.

Are we supposed to believe
these people don't remember

anything about what
happened to them? Keisha,

they're just as
confused as we are.

All right? We should help them.

Tell the public, alert
family members.

Tell the public what?

Some people got
snatched up by a green light

and just showed back
up out of nowhere? No.

There's something we're missing.

Okay, and how long
until we have answers?

In the meantime, we are
leaving a lot of people out there

believing that their loved
ones are never coming home

when, really, we got them
locked up here in this hotel.

(phone vibrates) Have a seat.

Hey, I have to run
an errand real quick.

Can you take the last interview
of the day for me? Thanks.

(door opens)

(door closes) (exhales)

You haven't spoken a
word since you arrived, huh?

I will need to find
new bandages.

This is remarkable.

It's almost fully healed.
How did this happen?

Did you receive treatment
from their doctors?

No, I didn't. (chuckles softly)

I-I think I should... Oh, no.

No, I'm fine. (chuckles)

It mustn't have been so
bad after all. (chuckles)

Go on, now. You got other
patients who need you.

Do you know sign language?

(knock on door)

What's going on?
We have a problem.

Shanice Murray escaped.

I bet she's heading home.

(panting)

Logan?

Logan, it's me.
Come on. Come on.

Logan!

Logan, please come out!

Someone's breaking
into my house.

She's Black.

Yes, I think she's armed.

(vehicle approaching)

(tires squealing)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

KEISHA: You got here fast.

Oh, he's with
me. I got your text.

DILLON: Owner
just called the cops.

We're gonna fan
out. She's close.

And she's got no
place to stay. Cold night.

She'll find a place
that's open late.

Warm up.

Look, I think I saw a
diner down the street.

Hey.

Where do you think you're going?

Like he said, let's fan out.

(car door closes)

(panting)

WOMAN: Who is it?

It's-it's Shanice.

It's Shanice Murray.
(shotgun cocks)

WOMAN: Haven't known anybody
by that name in a long while.

Mrs. Grover, you-you
changed my diapers,

did my hair and fed me
every day after school.

Plus, I know that shotgun's
about a hundred years old,

and you're gonna hurt
yourself if you try to sh**t me.

(dog barks in distance)

Neecey?

That you?

Come on in here out of
the cold. You're gonna

catch your death. (laughs)

(door closes) (phone vibrates)

Jasmin. Hey.

Look, any sign of Manny at
the facility you were assigned to?

All right, hit me up
if you find anything.

Thanks.

(sighs)

CLAUDETTE: They say
this is like a soda pop?

You just poke a hole in it?

Guess the government
couldn't spring for the real thing.

You pull the tab
on the top. Here.

(chuckles)

(carbonation fizzing)

(chuckles) Well, I'll be.

It's all bubbly like
just from the fountain.

Yes, ma'am.

Keep the line moving. Let's go.

I told them I am a
sometime pescatarian,

ovo vegetarian.

Like, what is so
complicated about that?

Oh, my God. Do you
even speak English?

Oh, my God.

I have called home,

his office, his cell
phone. All disconnected.

How am I gonna track them down?

I couldn't find
your-your phone book.

The city stopped putting
those out years ago.

Oh, my gosh. But I wrote down

the new address when they
moved out to Palmer Woods.

Palmer Woods? Mm-hmm.

Uh,

what's the address?
Can I borrow the Pontiac?

The car is gone.

And there is not
much more you can do

until you get some
sleep. No, I have to...

You're dead on your feet.

You're talking nonsense
and don't even know it.

Come on, now.
Drink your Vernors.

Rest up,

and you can find your
husband in the morning.

A few more hours ain't
gonna change anything

now that you're back.

I'm glad to see

you're not too much
like your daddy after all.

I'm nothing like him.

I didn't leave.

I...

I don't know what
happened. I wa...

(chuckles): I was
home yesterday.

I just want to close my eyes

and have everything
return to normal.

I mean, if I... if...

If I can just see Logan

and-and... and
hug my little baby...

It'll be okay.

I know it will.

It has to be.

(toilet flushes)

Well, damn. Lurk much?

(faucet running) Can I help you?

Yes. Yes. I want you to cut me.

Oh, my God.

Um, lady, look, I know
this is all a hot mess,

but are you okay?

They won't give
us anything sharp,

so I need to use your nails.

Absolutely not.

Do you have any idea
how much I paid for these?

I just want to test a theory.

Do it, and I won't tell
that guard you're sweet on

that you just made
yourself sick in here.

That's none of your business.

No, it surely isn't.

Fine.

Ew. Ew. (inhales sharply)

Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. (grunts)

Oh, my God. (exhales)

(faucet running)

Well, thank you kindly,

and you have a nice
day now, you hear?

I'm sorry, wait a
minute. That's it?

I mean, like, you're not
gonna bleed out, are you?

'Cause I am not trying to go
down for m*rder in a bathroom,

so... I...

(breathing shakily)

ANDRE: Madam. Mrs.
Williams, you mustn't...

But how can that be?

(chuckles softly)

Is this some medical
advance from this era?

Nope, because I tried it,

and it still stings.

But-but hers healed
up even faster this time.

I don't know how to explain it,

but I just started
feeling better.

Gradually more and
more, a-and now...

Now I feel great.

(chuckles) Well,
that makes one of us.

ANDRE: I think...

I think this could be
very detrimental to you

and perhaps to all
of us if they found out

about this.

We should not tell anyone else.

(clears throat)

(scoffs) As if.

You know what? I don't know

what you two weirdos
are talking about,

and I don't care.

(chuckles) I'm so over all this.

I'm not going back.

Do you understand?

You can't keep me
from them. You have

no legal right. Whoa, hey, hey.

I agree.

I don't like the way this thing

is being run, either. (scoffs)

But I'm not the one in charge.

So...

I'll take you to
see your family.

Look, I'll work it out
with the agents who are

watching the door to
your husband's house.

But you got to return to
the hotel with me afterwards.

Deal?

Why would you help me?

Because if I was your family,

I would give anything to
know that you were okay.

Okay.

This is me.

Weren't you wearing
that yesterday?

(chuckles softly) Guilty.

(chuckles) But you
definitely weren't wearing that.

Hey, Mrs. Grover's sense
of fashion is timeless.

(chuckles) (chuckles):
Just ask her.

CROWD (chanting): Let us out!

Let us out! Let us out!

Let us out! Let us out!

Let us out!

Let us out! KEN: Need
some backup in the lobby.

Everybody's so
stressed out. Let us out!

Let us out! Back up. Back up!

Let us out! You
are in the custody

of the United States
government. Let us out!

You are being housed
and fed with our tax dollars.

You all need to stand
down now! Let us out!

Let us out! Let us out!

♪ ♪ (muffled): Let us out!

Let us out!

(normal volume): Let us out!

Let... Okay! O-Okay, folks.

I know it's been a long
couple of days, and tensions

are high. I feel you
on that, all right?

Now, we know it ain't
right to keep us locked up

when we haven't
done anything wrong.

But we also know that
something strange is going on

because just a couple days ago,

I was kicking back
watching Jordan

lead the Bulls in
the NBA Finals.

Hector, you had just gotten
back from the Korean w*r.

And, LaDonna, you were out
at some party. Then suddenly,

you're here. So unfair.

The government's trying to help.

And I think maybe they can
find a way to show us that.

How about we open up

some of those rooms
for people to have

a real bed to stay in tonight?
JESSICA: Those floors

are currently closed. We
have some time before nightfall.

As a gesture.

And tomorrow,

we'll be getting some answers.

That sounds like

a sign of good will to me.

(others agreeing)

For once.

Mm-hmm.

JESSICA: That's right. We're
all trying to do our best here.

We're blessed in that.

Amen.

(cheering and whooping)

That was well-done
of the reverend.

CLAUDETTE: That's
because he knows how to use

pretty words to make
people believe him.

Men like him?

They dangerous.

Why would you think that?

Because I'm married to one.

(knock on door)

(knocks)

Mariah?

You're...

Mom?

(whispers): Oh, my God.

It's really you.

You're...

You're really...

You're grown

and... LOGAN: Mariah,
who's at the door, sweetheart?

Logan?

Oh, thank God.

(chuckles softly)

Shanice?

Hey, get inside.
But-but, Dad, wait.

No, no, please. LOGAN:
Come on. Come on, all right?

(door closes) I
can't believe it's her.

Um, look, I don't... I
don't have much time,

but I had to come
and-and see you.

What are you doing
here, Shanice?

I came to find you.

You wouldn't believe
what I have been through.

I mean, I-I don't
believe it, really,

but Mariah's a teenager,

so... Do you...
Do you really think

that you can just
walk out on your family

and come waltzing
back 16 years later

like it never happened?

"Walk out"?

That-That's not what happened.

I was taken

or-or something. I
don't actually know.

Wait, who's that?

He's... It's a long story.

That's what I'm
trying to tell you. The...

The day you say I left, for me,

that was two days
ago. I don't know.

I thought I'd have more time.

Logan, please, I need
you to listen to me.

I need help. We-we all

need help. They're
keeping us in this...

in this hotel downtown.
Wait, who? Who?

There was this
agent... Sir, stand back.

This woman is a
national security thr*at.

She could pose a danger to you
and your family. That's not true.

Mariah, stay back.
What is going on?

Oh, my God.

Shanice?

You look just
like your pictures.

KEISHA: Shanice, you
have to come with us now.

How long?

How long?

Nine years.

And she, she...

She raised my daughter?

(footsteps approaching)

(handcuffs clinking)

Hey. Hey, hang on. No.

(handcuffs click) LOGAN:
Don't put your hands on her.

I don't... I don't know
what you thought,

but I did not leave.

I would never have
left you. I love you.

You are my family, and I will do

everything I can
to get back to you

and make you understand. I don't
know what you got yourself into,

Shanice, but don't lie to me.

Don't lie to our daughter.

I found your note.

No. No, Logan.

That's not what you
think. I can explain, Logan!

(crying): Logan! I can explain!

That's not what
you think, Logan!

Logan!

(indistinct chatter over radio)

JHARREL: Do you have any idea

the destruction you
caused that family?

Why?

I didn't put her
in this position.

You did. Okay? She was never

supposed to make
contact. She was coming in.

Quietly. But instead,

you traumatize the kid,

had to witness her mom
being treated like that.

Someone helped her escape.

What, you think I
did that? I don't know.

But I do know when people
have something to hide.

And I don't trust you.
JHARREL: Yeah?

Well, you're a cop who
believes in the system

over people's humanity.

I don't really
trust you, either.

(phone vibrates)

Mrs. Murray, you look unwell.

(crying) Where have you been?

Are you all right?

Not really, Doc.

My husband...

is now married to someone else

who also raised my
16-year-old daughter.

I...

I was so scared
when I got pregnant.

I wasn't ready to be a mother.

(Mariah crying) I
had so much to do.

And when she was born,

it wasn't that immediate
connection they tell you

it's gonna be.

I was so worried
about my life changing,

about my career.

And she was this...

this strange, little creature.

(crying)

I was in pain. My
head wasn't on straight.

But I got help.

And she and I, we...

We grew into our love.

We fought

to get where we were, you know?

And I was never gonna
stop fighting for her.

But I missed it all.

Her first words.

Her first steps.

Her first everything.

She was this tiny, little blob

in my arms, and now
she has had a whole life.

And...

she didn't...

she didn't need me.

(sobbing)

CLAUDETTE: You're gonna
get to sleep in a real bed tonight.

I thought at least that would've
put a smile on your face.

No.

No, I'm in the future,

and you're, like,
one of the X-Men.

I'm a what now? And
I'm stuck in this dump,

I'm totally alone, and I
just want my phone back.

I'll admit I think y'all have
a real surprising attachment

to telephones now. (chuckles)

Mm. And

I can't say what's
happening here

other than to take as truth

what I done seen
with my own two eyes.

But I do know one thing.

You're not alone.

You, me, the doc,

everyone in here, we
are all in this together.

And that's the only way we
gonna get through it. You hear me?

Say, you think
that piano's in tune?

(piano playing "Lucille"
by Little Richard)

♪ ♪

Old people are far-out.

♪ Lucille ♪

♪ You won't do
your sister's will? ♪

♪ Lucille, you won't do... ♪

Am I to ascertain that
ragtime is no longer in vogue?

(chuckles): Wait till you
hear the "Thong Song."

ANDRE: Mrs. Williams is

quite a surprising talent.
Perhaps she'll play it for us.

SHANICE: Maybe.
ANDRE: In the meantime,

would you care to dance?

♪ Where you belong ♪

♪ Lucille ♪

♪ Please, come back
where you belong ♪

♪ I've been good to you, baby ♪

♪ Please, don't leave me alone ♪

♪ I woke up this morning ♪

♪ Lucille was not in sight ♪

♪ I asked my friends about
her, but all they lips was tight ♪

♪ Lucille ♪

♪ Please, come back
where you belong ♪

♪ I've been good
to you, baby... ♪

Okay, they've had their fun.

♪ Don't leave me alone ♪

(vocalizes)

You have to stop playing, ma'am.

♪ Hey, hey, hey.
♪ (grunts) I said stop!

Hey, what is wrong with
you? KEN: She tripped.

I didn't touch her.
SHANICE: Is there some rule

against playing the piano
that nobody knows about?

This isn't summer camp.

We have a schedule.

Come on! Line up!

Rotating the second
shift into dinner

in five.

The piano is off-limits.

(others protesting quietly)

You okay?

Let me see. I'll examine her,

but it looked benign to me.

Really? Because it sounded

like it was bad... Just-just
hit my funny bone is all.

But thank you for your concern.

This seat taken?

I'm not interested.

And I'm definitely
not interested.

Now, I have to turn in a
report tomorrow morning

about what went
down today, and...

Look, is there anything
you want to tell me?

A reason you're so
protective of Shanice Murray?

I was protective because
I have seen what happens

when a powerful
government machine

treats people like
they're problems

instead of human beings.
That's not what's happening.

Okay... We don't
know what's happening.

All right? We know some
people appeared out of nowhere,

and some of them
are from the past.

Now, tell me, how do you think

our government is
gonna react to that?

Look, you might
be a good person.

All right, the people we
report to might be good people.

But even good people
justify very bad things

in the name of doing their jobs.

In the name of
keeping people safe.

The truth is, I thought...

(scoffs)

My brother Manny is missing,

and I thought that I had seen
a green light out the window

right after he left.

(scoffs) The first time

in a year

I had real hope.

There's no sign of Manny
among any of these people.

And I am gonna
have to face the fact

that I'll probably
never see him again.

Well, it's been real.

I'll fix it with DHS.

Okay? I've got...

connections.

So that is what is going on
between you and Agent Tanner,

huh? Connections.

(chuckles softly)

I know what it's like

to lose someone you
were supposed to protect.

Okay, my sister was k*lled

walking home from the
library five years ago.

g*nf*re. Not meant for her.

A parolee who shouldn't
have had access to a w*apon.

Keisha, I'm sorry. I didn't...

It's hard to let
anyone get close.

Anyone you could ever
let down like that again.

Easier to protect strangers.

(dialogue inaudible) Uh, hey,
can you turn that up for me?

NEWSMAN: We are following up

on expl*sive allegations
about the mysterious gathering

on Belle Isle two nights ago.

A whistleblower tells us
a number of the people

have been identified
as missing persons

who all appeared
at the same location

for reasons unknown.

We are told the total
number of returnees

is 4,400,

and they're being held
at undisclosed locations.

Where'd you
disappear to yesterday?

I got out. Out?

How? I don't know.

The door just opened.
(Claudette exhales)

So that's what got the
guards' cages all rattled.

And?

Is it true?

Unless someone's put
together a very elaborate hoax,

it's really 2021.

And they came after me.

Sent the whole cavalry
to bring me back in.

That's a whole lot of
effort for one Black woman.

Yep. So, why us?

Far as I can tell, we
have nothing in common.

Not where we're from.
Not when we're from.

So why now? Why this?

For some reason, we're special.

As much as I wish I didn't have
anything to do with any of this,

I've realized that if we
have that kind of value,

it means one more thing.

Yeah, and what's that?

We're not powerless.

I think I might just like 2021.

(chuckles softly)

KEISHA: There's
news vans outside.

You holding up?
Hounded by the press,

the White House,

people who think we
have their loved ones.

These people,

the ones we can find data
on, follow no clear pattern.

They're just standard
missing persons cases.

Others match records that
defy every logical explanation.

The Pentagon is
exploring every theory.

They're reading in NASA.

Do they think this is
something extraterrestrial?

I know it sounds crazy,

but the time period
discrepancies?

Some people have
reported seeing green lights?

The way none of this makes
sense or is even possible?

I'm glad you're here.

And...

be careful with them.

(sighs)

What are you doing out here?

I'm glad they finally found
you something else to wear.

Heard they were gonna
hit up the Salvation Army.

You know, my
sister and I saw her

at Ford Field when we were kids.

She wanted to be a
rapper/mogul/collaborator

just like Missy.

You don't even know
who that is, do you?

Come on.

Let's get you in a room
so you can get some sleep.

Tell Jharrel
that Manny's all right.

And that he's sorry
for everything.