The Madness (2024) s01e03 Episode Script

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[gunshots]
[man 2] Jesus! Fuck!
[tires screech]
- [man 1] This fucker's crazy!
- [man 3] Roll!
[tires screech]
- [breathing heavily]
- [uneasy music playing]
[dog barking in the distance]
[exhales]
- [door shuts]
- [Elena] What were you thinking, Muncie?
- [Muncie sighs]
- Answer me!
What the hell were you thinking
that would accomplish?
[Nadia] All right.
Look, let's all just calm down.
[Elena] This nigga shot at white people
like it was nothing.
- [Demetrius] Uncle Chuck's back.
- I shot in the air.
- White jury's gonna love that.
- Castle doctrine. I can defend my family.
- [Chuck] Hey. Everybody okay?
- My dad shot up this whole block.
- [Chuck] What?
- [Nadia] Demetrius!
- [Nadia] He got into it with some punks.
- Who he shot at.
They threatened me, Chuck.
Yup, then he was like, "bow!"
You need to shut your mouth right now.
[Chuck] Who were they?
I don't know.
In front of your son.
- [Demetrius] Mom, it's cool.
- No, Demetrius, it's not.
It's not cool. She's right.
I should've kept control.
[pensive music playing]
[sighs]
[exhales]
- [knocking on door]
- [sighs]
[Demetrius] Pops, you a'ight?
I know you told me to keep it on the DL,
so it's better than that stuff you got,
so pace yourself.
- You can't be doing that, D.
- So you don't stress.
That stuff's not good for you.
But I know you smoke.
Yeah, I smoke, and I'm also
a grown-ass fucking man.
You serious?
Now put that shit away
and think before you act.
You hear me?
Hey, you hear me?
I'm just trying to help. That's it.
That's all.
D.
[door shuts]
[pensive music playing]
[paper bag crumbles]
[sighs]
[Nadia] What'd you tell him?
[Chuck] I told him everything was okay
and please not to call the cops.
- Know what you're gonna do?
- Yeah, there's a gun commune in Reading.
I think one of the guys
who chased me might be there.
- I'm sorry, gun commune?
- If I stay here, I'll attract the crazies.
Clearly, they're not gonna
stop coming after me or us.
Right, but okay.
Do you even know what this man looks like?
White guy, uh, shaved head, maybe 6'4".
Why don't you just take Chuck?
Take Chuck where for what now?
I need to do this on my own.
[Chuck] I mean,
he said he could handle it.
- [Elena sighs]
- I'll call you later. Promise.
Love you.
[pensive music continues]
See you all soon.
[opening theme music playing]
If you wanna run, then run away ♪
If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪
If you wanna run, then run away ♪
If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪
Oh yeah ♪
[music halts]
[phone vibrating]
[Muncie] Hey. You okay?
[Demetrius] I'm good.
Listen, um
- I'm sorry about last night.
- Dad, you already said that. We're good.
Look, there's a detective here,
and he's asking Mom questions.
- What questions?
- Like where to find you and stuff.
He even knows
about the shooting last night.
Are you sure he's a detective,
not one of those psychos looking for me?
[Demetrius] What?
He's got a normal cop with him
and a Philly PD car, so no.
Okay.
You really think we got
to watch over our backs like that?
No. I just
I just want you to be careful.
No, Mom ain't saying shit.
Just wanted to let you know the cops here.
Okay.
Tell her I'll call
after I get what I need.
[exhales]
Yeah.
Stay safe.
[pensive music playing]
[sharp sting]
[tense music playing]
[car door opens]
[car door shuts]
[bird squawking]
[uneasy music playing]
Eyes up.
[man] Copy that.
I got him if you want him.
[chicken clucking]
[door opens]
[door shuts]
Muncie Daniels, CNN.
I'm looking for
a friend of mine named Ant.
[soldier 1] Why?
I'm doing a piece about
the far left's push to destigmatize guns,
and he said I can come by today,
maybe get a few interviews.
Hang on.
I'm one of the rare few
that's willing to give y'all a fair shake.
[soldier 1] You'll have to speak
to Yang first.
No cameras, no phone recording.
You can take handwritten notes.
I can do that. Not a problem.
[soldier 1] I'm still gonna
have to pat you down.
I'll save you the trouble.
[soldier 1] Fucking government registered.
All right.
Prosthetic heart,
but otherwise, I'm clean. [chuckles]
[soldier 1] Try anything funny,
these people will fucking shoot you.
Come on.
Thanks for the heads-up.
[uneasy music playing]
[door shuts]
This way.
I'll introduce you to Yang.
Just know that
every gun he's got is loaded.
Come on.
[Muncie] You like it here?
[soldier 1] Most libertarian groups
are transphobic as fuck,
but no one really cares here.
We're all orphans.
We'd all be happy to kill for each other.
We believe in actual freedom,
not some fly-by-night, apple pie bullshit.
[gunshots]
[uneasy music plays]
This is Muncie Daniels, CNN.
I know who he is.
He's doing a piece on gun rights.
I made the call to let him in.
[Yang] Thank you.
- [Muncie] What you're doing here is novel.
- [Yang chuckles]
I'd like to hear more about
the people out there, their stories.
What's yours?
[gunshots continue muffled]
I paid for college selling blueprints
for plastic firearm parts.
The ATF shut me down
and labeled me a dangerous person.
So I said fuck that. I'm not a person.
I'm a harbinger of what's to come.
We have as much right to self-defend
as anybody with a badge.
My father used to say things like that.
Do you really think CNN's going to run
a balanced piece on a gun commune?
Doesn't exactly shine a positive light
on progressives.
If I do my job right.
But you got suspended.
- What?
- [Yang] Yeah.
What are you What are you talking about?
Oh, that's got to be fake.
[Yang] Oh.
So this isn't you last night?
[man 2] Look at this scared motherfucker.
- [gunshots]
- [men yelling]
I think you lied to get in here,
which breaks one of our rules.
[Yang sniffles]
Why don't you take a seat?
[uneasy music playing]
I just want to talk.
[sighs]
Did the FBI send you?
[Muncie] No.
- [Yang] Police?
- No.
- Then why are you here?
- [sighs]
And let's start with the truth this time.
Okay.
I'm looking for a guy named Ant.
You know him?
Why are you looking for him?
Because he and a tall guy
with a bald head,
they killed a guy in the Poconos
three nights ago.
He had a mask on,
but I think I just saw him out there
at your firing range.
Joe, wasn't Boris in the meeting
three nights ago?
[Joe] Yeah, he was.
[Yang inhales]
I think you just lied to me again.
Okay.
Please get the fuck off of me.
[exhales]
[exhales]
As you know,
we are a community that embraces guns.
- [gun cocks]
- We like to shoot things.
You can talk now.
[exhales]
I know that Ant wasn't here
three nights ago.
So, he must have left with someone else.
[Joe] He might have left
with that guy Don.
Kind of looks like Boris.
[breathes deeply]
Can I talk to Don?
I mean, either I find him,
or the feds come here
and ask the same questions.
Don was a guest here.
Anything they did
has got nothing to do with the Profane.
You know where I might find him?
I think he's a regular at this
swingers club in Easton called Nelly's.
Took me and Ant there.
[Muncie] Okay.
Cool. I'm I'm ready
to get the fuck out of here.
[phone ringing]
Muncie!
Heard you shot up
a cute little street last night.
It's out of context, and it's not funny.
Well, tell that to CNN.
Seems they put you
in the corner for a bit, huh?
Yeah, they did, but that's not what I
By the way, there's some Poconos po-po
out here who wanna talk to you.
You should probably oblige.
I hear you, but listen.
I'm calling with the name
of the other swamp guy.
His name is, uh, Don.
Hangs out at a swingers bar in Easton.
A swingers bar?
Yeah, where people swing.
All right, you got a Don,
you don't know who,
hangs out at a swingers bar.
You know what?
Call me when you have something useful.
Like a full name. Or proof he even exists.
Then I'll help you.
- Okay, well, if [sighs]
- [line ends]
Fuck.
[phone chimes]
- [bird squawking]
- [chicken clucking]
[Elena] I just heard. I'm sorry.
[Muncie] Network's just covering its ass.
How'd it go at the gun commune?
[Muncie] Good. Mostly.
I got something, actually.
Uh, but I need a favor.
I'm not sure I owe you one.
I need you to go
to a swingers club with me.
- Nigga.
- Elena, I just
Muncie, you run out of here last night
barely telling anybody what you're doing,
- and you want me to
- I'm sorry.
I just need to get this guy's name,
and I I can give it to the feds.
Maybe all this goes away. [sighs]
The guy that I stabbed
They found him dead.
I know.
Philly PD was here.
Franco's the only one listening.
He needs more.
I can't do it myself.
I gotta go in there with someone.
Will you talk to that lawyer that I found?
[sighs] Fine.
Can you meet me in Easton?
I can maybe meet you this afternoon.
[Muncie] You're amazing.
The place is called Nelly's.
[upbeat music playing]
[upbeat music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[Elena chuckles]
Okay. Okay.
[Elena] You're gonna need
a drink for this.
Hey, big man.
Could I have Four Roses, neat?
[Elena] These people are gonna love you.
And me.
Don't go doing that thing
where you get blinded by the flattery.
You talking about me?
I'm talking about you
and your Deion Sanders-ass ego, yes.
[drink pours]
Hey, man. Uh, what's your name?
Satchel.
Satchel. The greatest pitcher
that ever lived. [chuckles]
We're looking for a friend of ours.
His name is, uh, Don.
[Satchel sucks teeth]
Never been good with names.
- [chuckles]
- What?
Okay. All right.
Hey, uh, let's take a lap.
We're looking for our friend Don.
Do you know him?
[woman] If I do, will you sit with us?
[man] Hell, I can be Don if you want.
- [Elena] We'll come back around.
- [man] Okay.
[upbeat music continues]
I'm telling you, Black unicorns.
Remember that summer school class
you used to teach?
Back when we first met?
Tenth graders failing English.
You were so good back then.
But I'm not good now?
Back then, it was
in your eyes every night you got home,
like you were on a mission.
You got a little of that now.
[chuckles softly]
- [Muncie] Would you, um
- Order at the bar.
[inhales]
Maybe this was a bad idea.
[Elena] You see the bartender's shirt?
Come with me.
Got an idea.
Come here.
Hey, Satchel.
Is that a Cop Killers t-shirt?
What do you know about Cop Killers?
I used to love 'em back in the day.
Well, Sophia the bassist is a badass.
- [Elena] No, with the pink mohawk?
- Yeah.
She's fierce.
- Uh, remember how we'd get wasted
- Oh, I love her.
off those fucking whiskey picklebacks
at their concerts in Newark?
All I remember is being sick for two days.
- Haven't done these in a while.
- [glasses clank]
- No.
- You No, you're not.
We really doing this?
- Yeah, we're doing it. [chuckles]
- [Elena] Okay.
To Sophia.
- [Elena] To Sophia.
- Sophia.
[scoffs, coughs]
[both exhale]
[both chuckle]
[Satchel] You know
you two should talk to Grace and Andrea.
Hey, Grace.
They invited me to a party
with a guy named Don once.
These two know your friend Don.
- Have at it.
- Oh.
Is Donny coming by?
If only.
I haven't heard from him in a while.
Yeah, it's annoying
when he goes off-the-grid like that.
[Elena] It's so funny
that you guys know Donny.
You meet him here?
No, actually,
it was at one of his penthouse parties.
- [Grace] Yeah.
- What's the name of that place?
All I remember is that it was fun.
[all chuckle]
- Yeah.
- Oh, it was Berkeley Condos.
- Yeah.
- Wait, Barkley?
- No, it was Berkeley, I'm pretty sure.
- You mean the one in, um
- [Andrea] Ventnor.
- [Muncie] Berkeley, that's it. That's it.
Yeah.
[Andrea] That's right.
[Muncie, Elena laugh]
That place is fucking whack.
- Ooh.
- Oh man.
[both exhale]
You were incredible.
Come here, I want to try something.
We gotta go see the lawyer.
[lawyer] I think so long as you keep
contemporaneous accounts
of his communication with law enforcement,
with his personal whereabouts,
the fact is, they're gonna have
a hard time putting a body to you.
My advice, you stay here.
It's anticipatory. They haven't even
charged you with a crime.
[breathes deeply]
That's fair enough.
Wait. But I've got the name of the guy
who tried to kill me.
I can't just chill here until they put
a body on me. I'm sorry, but fuck that.
What other proof you have?
It It's a long story.
[Kwesi] Hey.
You saw what this guy
did to Mark Simon, right?
And you want to go at him on his own turf?
Come on now, think.
- The other day you told me to go find him.
- I'm just saying.
My call is to stand down.
A'ight?
We figured all this shit out
before we found out
they was planting fucking evidence
in your car.
[Elena] You don't have
to decide right now.
But you do this, you are on your own.
[uneasy swell]
[uneasy music playing]
[car alarm chimes]
[indistinct chatter]
- Ooh, what's happening?
- Hey.
Man, I want a jacket like that.
[indistinct chatter continues]
[man] Mr. Daniels.
[Muncie chuckles] Isiah.
Oh man. You heard.
You even got Kallie worried.
Yeah.
Girl has a big heart.
I know.
Had a feeling you'd stop by.
Wasn't planning to.
Didn't wanna make it your problem.
Ah. Come on back.
[Muncie] Elena's attorney says
to sit and wait for the arrest,
but my gut says it'll be too late by then.
And Kwesi?
He thinks I should go to Africa,
grow olives for, like, the next 40 years.
Kwesi doesn't have kids.
He doesn't get it.
And Elena?
She thinks I should give the guy's name
to the cops. Try not to find them.
So what do you want to do?
Get ahead of the frame.
Find that fucker and march him in.
I'll kill him myself, if I'm being honest.
Advice?
Find the son of a bitch.
For real?
No, but we both know you already know
what you're gonna do,
and all you're doing is going around
asking folks till one of 'em agrees.
Man. You still mad at that?
- About what?
- That I go with my gut.
Going with your gut is fine.
It's the going with your career,
your ambitions, your whims,
then lying to yourself about it
the whole while.
But, hey, old habits.
Like your dad.
I'll see myself out.
["Don't Give a Damn Anymore"
by Amos Lee playing]
- ["Don't Give a Damn Anymore" continues]
- Whoa! ♪
You ask me who I think I am ♪
You ask me as if I give a damn ♪
I've been wrong so many times ♪
So many times before ♪
I've been wrong so many times ♪
Don't give a damn anymore ♪
Whoa! ♪
Who the hell is he
And who the hell are you? ♪
Who the hell together
Are the two of you? ♪
I've been wrong so many times ♪
[indistinct chatter]
So many times before ♪
I've been wrong so many times ♪
I don't give a damn anymore ♪
Whoa! ♪
[elevator chimes]
Whoa! ♪
[music halts]
Forget where you were going?
I was supposed to meet a realtor here.
Ah.
I didn't think anyone was selling.
Which Which unit?
They said penthouse.
I just didn't realize there'd be so many.
[man] Oh yeah?
Want to take a look at mine? [chuckles]
I I mean, the setup's all the same.
I'm good. The realtor is a friend of mine.
I'll I'll just text him.
- Okey dokey.
- [Muncie chuckles]
You know what? Excuse me, um
Yeah?
Could I use your Wi-Fi?
I can't seem to get a signal.
Oh, it's terrible here. Yeah, come on.
I got, uh I got one of those boosters.
- [Muncie] Okay. Good, thanks.
- [man] Yeah.
- [door opens, shuts]
- [man] Wi-Fi is right over there.
Can't miss it. [chuckles]
Nice home.
Thank you.
[exhales]
You know what?
I I still don't remember the unit number.
Uh, but the, um, owner's name
was, uh, Don something.
- Don?
- Yeah.
Don something. Doesn't ring a bell?
I should say so.
That's me. [chuckles]
- Me.
- Oh.
- Donald Sloss. Pleasure to meet you.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Muncie.
Well, your friend got his facts all wrong
because I ain't up for sale.
Okay, I got it. [chuckles]
Well, um, is there, you know,
another Don on this floor?
Middle name maybe?
No, no, no.
Uh, GK is next to me.
- Uh, Paul and Paula are down the way.
- Mm-hmm.
And then Errol lives next to them.
So, sorry to disappoint.
Well, sorry to bother you.
Oh please, please. It's just a mix-up.
You You want a beer?
Uh, um, no. I I I should be going.
Well, you gonna yell
at that realtor friend of yours
just sending you out
on a wild goose chase?
- [chuckles] No.
- I could introduce you to some realtors.
So, do you have a wife?
- [Muncie chuckles]
- Kids?
What kind of place are you looking for?
I really need to go.
[sighs]
Come on.
[exhales]
Two.
I've got two kids.
Two.
Two as well, but mine are grown and gone.
One of mine is as well.
Are Are you close?
Not the way I'd like. Uh
[sucks teeth] Um, my fault mostly.
No, no, no, no, can't blame yourself.
My daughter is a brain surgeon.
My son is a goddamn mess.
I raised 'em both exactly the same.
[Donald gulps] Yeah, that's him.
Don Jr.
In better days.
[Donald sighs]
Wanted to be a Green Beret.
He got a bad conduct discharge
before his first year was even up.
[camera shutter clicks]
What's he doing now?
[Donald] Oh.
After he washed out of the army,
he was an armored car driver.
Got fired.
Then he started a
What do they call "pot" now?
Cannabis. Cannabis.
Started a cannabis business,
but he didn't stick with it long enough
to grow a single plant.
He lives nearby though? You see him often?
Boy's what my generation
would call a drifter.
Hanging with bikers one week.
Comes by here flush,
showing off his Harley,
and then a month later, shows up
in a goddamn Hare Krishna getup,
begging for money.
Looking for his people.
Except he'll never stick with any of them
long enough to know if he's found them.
He He just goes
from group to group,
causing trouble, no doubt.
Like at Profane Discord?
[uneasy music playing]
I don't know why you're looking for Don.
Owes you money, slept with your wife.
But you came into my home
under false pretenses.
And now I'm asking you to leave.
[door opens]
[Muncie knocks]
[Muncie] You look worse than me.
You look like a Puerto Rican Tom Hanks
in Cast Away.
[Quiñones chuckles]
[Quiñones sighs]
So?
So?
First, I need something.
Leverage? Sweet.
You remind me of me
before I knew how shit works.
I don't know, man.
Listen, I I gave you Jennings.
You don't come all this way
if you didn't want more, all right?
What are you really investigating?
You heard of Stu Magnusson?
Yeah. Hedge fund asshole. What?
He owns the cabin
where Mark Simon was staying.
Or owns the company that owns the company
that owns a shell corp
that owns the cabin.
Okay, he's a billionaire.
He owns all kinds of shit.
Simon's whereabouts were like
a state secret. Very few folks knew.
Plus Magnusson had motive,
which I can't tell you about.
I'm not even supposed to know,
but this guy fucks with people's lives.
There's also what you told me
about Jennings.
Autopsy won't be in for weeks,
but there's no way, no fucking way,
that was a heart attack.
So now you're talking about two hits
in two days,
which is some high-level reach.
Stu Magnusson is trying to frame me?
I'm saying maybe this all
is a bit bigger than you thought.
So you should tell me what you know.
[Muncie mumbles] Oh fuck.
Ha! Maybe I should go after Magnusson.
Magnusson's off-limits.
Off-limits.
He's my white whale.
All right.
The guy that I stabbed in the swamp,
he hung out
with a group called Profane Discord.
His buddy was named Don Sloss Jr.
Ex-military, dishonorable discharge.
This is his pop's address.
Not bad.
Yeah.
That's what I'm talking about.
Sit tight while I look into it.
Look into it? Wait. Wait, I ain't
I ain't staying here by myself.
You've been playing Karen Sisco all day,
and suddenly you're freaked?
Yeah, I'm freaked because I didn't know
a fucking billionaire was after me.
He's trying to frame you, not kill.
You're safer here than out there.
I'll be in touch.
Yo, Franco. No. No.
Text me that pic.
[Muncie sighs]
[phone line ringing]
- [Demetrius] Yo, it's D. Leave a message.
- [ringtone beeps]
Hey, Demetrius.
It's your pop.
I found what you left me.
Sorry if I was harsh before.
I just don't want you to get
hooked on this stuff, you know?
But I appreciate it.
Be good.
[brakes screech]
[Muncie inhales]
[uneasy music playing]
[uneasy music intensifies]
- [door opens]
- [music fades]
[woman] Sure took your time.
[indistinct chatter]
[woman] Bitch, I'd like to see you try.
[car door shuts]
[chuckles]
[engine accelerates]
[phone chimes]
[pensive music playing]
[pensive music continues]
- Hi.
- Hi.
You asked about Laura Jennings?
I did.
I was thinking I was gonna ask you
to pay me for what I found.
Are you serious right now?
I need money.
[Muncie scoffs]
To get my kids away from all this.
Fuck.
[Lucie inhales deeply]
These are screenshots.
Swipe left.
I knew Mark was getting death threats.
They started 'cause of the rumors
about him being Brother14.
That's the reason
I used to separate, actually.
I didn't know how bad they'd gotten.
Threats against me and the kids,
'cause of some October surprise
he was planning
I guess with Laura Jennings's help.
Seems to be a lot of mentions of SM.
Stu Magnusson. Did you know him?
I heard Mark talk about him.
I'm pretty such it's him
who had Mark killed.
Says who?
FBI.
- You're working with the fucking FBI?
- I needed their help.
Are you going back to them with this?
'Cause I don't want my name in it, okay?
I think that they can help you.
Franco Quiñones.
Why would you trust him?
Why would I trust you?
He call you, or you call him?
He came to me.
So how do you know he isn't part of it?
[pensive music playing]
[door shuts]
[Kwesi] You good?
- [Muncie] Still got that Tom Ford suit?
- [Kwesi] Nigga, which one?
You spill hollandaise on my shit,
you buy me a new one.
Fuck I look like ordering hollandaise?
- 'Cause you's a poached salmon negro.
- [chuckles]
And you a honey mustard motherfucker.
You goddamn right. [chuckles]
Stringer Bell with a Yale law degree.
[Kwesi sucks teeth]
We hope it's Stringer Bell
before Omar shoot him.
Think that dude gonna be there?
[Muncie] He'll be there.
According to Forbes,
the dude's got his own fucking table.
[indistinct chatter]
Good morning and welcome.
Good morning.
I have an appointment to tour the club.
Chauncey Finegard.
Are you certain you have the right day?
[chuckles] Absolutely.
It's just,
I don't see your name here, and
We usually do prospective member tours
on Tuesdays and Saturdays
Both of which are impossible for me,
which is why I phoned a month ago
and made an appointment for today.
Spoke with a Frank Semyon.
Yes, Frank is our new member liaison,
but he doesn't get in this early.
I'm sure he's on his way.
Maybe I can get him on the phone?
- I'm so sorry.
- These things happen.
Is there somewhere I could sit and wait?
Of course. Uh, right down those stairs,
and I'll have Frank find you
as soon as he gets here.
Can we take your coat?
Thank you for understanding.
I see my party, thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
Stu.
Muncie Daniels.
We met at a Tim Jensen fundraiser.
Right.
You've been in the news.
- Yeah, how about that.
- [Stu] Mm-hmm.
Guys, could you give us a couple minutes?
Sure.
[indistinct chatter continues]
You heard about Laura Jennings?
I heard she had a heart attack.
[Muncie] You sure about that?
According to the news.
I spoke with her before she died.
She came looking for me, actually.
Spoke about what?
Mark Simon.
You know Mark, right?
I mean, he was living at your house.
Not sure what you're talking about.
You want to know what Jennings told me?
Sure.
Cool.
I'll tell you the second you unframe me.
Because I personally don't give two fucks
whether you're running a Nazi Airbnb,
but now I'm getting framed.
So I need you
to extract me from the equation,
or else I'll tell the world that you
and Brother14 were thick as thieves.
"Were" because he's dead now.
But you know that, right?
Mr. Daniels, you're not making any sense.
The fuck I'm not.
You've got two hours to call.
[uneasy music playing]
Old friend. [exhales]
[exhales]
Hey, man. What other bourbons you got?
[phone chimes]
Bulleit.
Uh
[bartender] Woodford Reserve.
- Knob Creek.
- [Muncie] Uh
- [bartender] Wild Turkey 101 proof.
- Give me that one.
[sighs]
Thank you.
[phone vibrating]
[phone chimes]
Yeah?
[man] Had a nice visit with my pops?
Don.
You put my dad in danger.
Your dad's fine.
You liking New York?
Where are you?
Around.
We should meet up.
You may want to finish that whiskey
and Google yourself.
[tense music playing]
[horns honking]
Yo!
[tense music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
Sloss!
[grunts]
[exhales]
[music builds]
[music halts]
All right, fucker.
[tense music continues]
[music building]
[music halts]
[lock clacking]
[siren wailing]
[breathing heavily]
[Muncie grunts]
[breathing heavily]
You see someone just now?
What do you got for me?
[phone vibrating]
Kallie, what's up?
You need to check the news.
[exhales] Why? What's going on?
They found Mark Simon's body
in your building.
I just sent you a link.
Okay, I'll call you back.
Local authorities
have found human remains this morning
at the West Philadelphia apartment
of Muncie Daniels.
Indications are that they
may be those of Mark Simon,
a far-right influencer
reported missing two days ago.
- [continues breathing heavily]
- [uneasy music playing]
[Kwesi] You saw what this guy did to Mark.
- [Quiñones] Jennings
- [Muncie] Stay here.
- [Lucie] Did you do something to him?
- [Muncie] People are setting me up.
[Quiñones] It doesn't look
like self-defense to me.
[continues breathing heavily]
[uneasy music continues]
[music fades]
[uneasy music continues]
[music building]
[man] I want to do the tour.
- [clamoring]
- [sirens wailing]
["Climbing Up The Walls"
by Radiohead playing]
- [horns honking]
- [whistle blowing]
I am the key to the lock in your house ♪
That keeps your toys in the basement ♪
And if you get too far inside ♪
You'll only see my reflection ♪
And either way you turn ♪
I'll be there ♪
Climbing up the walls ♪
[music fades]