People who don't know me think that I'm lost.
Because we're the backside the decent people don't scratch.
But if you're looking for the lost...
you've come to the wrong place.
And you're steppin' to the wrong girl.
I'm not lost.
I've always known me.
Better to be Hibiscus out here than Orville everywhere else.
So don't talk to me about a dead boy.
A sad little batty boy who lost one sister.
But Hibiscus?
She's a bad bitch who finds her own sisters.
And Millie Black?
You came all the way back from London to save me, you say.
I don't need saving.
What I need is a big sister.
The question is...
Are you ever gonna really find me,
or are you still searching for a ghost?
BP 72 over 50, pulse below 60.
We can take it from here, officer.
How am I preventing you from doing your job?
I just want to go in there to see him, please.
He's not allowed any visitors at this time.
Visitors? I'm his family.
We are taking the best care of him that we can at this time.
There's a possibility that I might never see him again.
What's the problem?
Whatever this gentleman thinks he is,
we do not recognize that sort of family.
I'm the only family he has.
He's not breaking any laws by standing here
just as you're not breaking any by being fucking ignorant.
Now move your raas and go bother someone else.
How bad does he look?
Yeah, he'll need surgery.
Didn't I tell you?
Fuck man, I'm his partner, I'm not his fucking babysitter.
Daniel, wait.
Orville, the first one you couldn't save.
So now he's haunting you
from every lost child Babylon send your way.
Idiot girl, you're not gonna answer the question?
You think it's just a little trouble you're in?
You take police for fools?
Black.
What you doing here?
How's Curtis?
- I was sorry to hear about what... - Yeah, he's in surgery.
So, go home. We'll take it from here.
It's protocol to take some time after something like this -
You seriously expect me not to see this through for Curtis?
Your missing person is found.
Just because she's found doesn't mean she's safe.
They knew she'd be there.
And now she's the witness in the attempted murder of a police officer.
Your man's shutting this girl down here.
What yeah, Stennet?
He's about as smooth as a crocodile's backside.
I would find out more.
And you know it.
Me and her.
Two minutes.
You're gonna stay right here till you give me every single answer I...
Can I get you something?
Water?
Coke?
Corn syrup makes you fat.
It's on TikTok.
Is that so?
Diet Pepsi?
Now, Janet.
When was the last time you saw Freddie?
Don't worry, it's only a white man, darlin'.
All balls, no cock.
When was the last time you spoke to him on the phone?
We text.
Can I see your phone?
Don't I need a lawyer?
No. You're not a suspect, love, you're a witness.
But, Freddie's crime...
it's bigger than you, me...
shit, this country.
Not so?
I don't know what he's mixed up in.
Those hit men - they came for him, not you.
You don't have to go down with him, Janet.
You are safe here.
Where do you think Freddie might be right now?
It might help Janet if she knew what was at stake.
Your boyfriend's testimony is essential
in helping us put away some very bad people.
The same people who shot my partner.
If I may.
Janet, did Freddie tell you about helping us?
Freddie didn't tell me nothing.
Only that we were gonna take a little trip.
What about the kids' clothes?
The clothes you bought for a boy?
I didn't buy any clothes for -
No, the store footage said you did, Janet.
Bonnie's Boutique.
Expensive.
I run errands for rich people.
Okay, Bonnie's was a pick-up.
Clothes for somebody's son.
Can we get back to Freddie?
What's this boy's name?
No...
I don't know.
Okay, his parents then. You worked for them, right?
Mr. and Mrs. Williams.
Address?
Nice address - Meadow Mews.
We'll need an actual address.
Why doesn't Freddie come get me?
Because half of Kingston is out to get him. So, Janet please think.
Where would Freddie go if he didn't want anyone to find him?
You need to help us help him here, okay?
This doesn't taste like diet -
Focus, Janet. The address.
Enough is enough.
I would like you to try and stop me.
Full time this doll house mash up.
Miss Fenton, this man here's claiming to be your legal counsel.
Come little girl, Mrs. Somerville already has Marva cooking breakfast.
We're done here.
Janet, do you know him?
Is my client under arrest?
No.
Janet?
Yeah, good show.
You know, it's a pity you were interrogating me as much as her.
What was that shit about the kids' clothes?
Didn't you see that she panicked?
She is hiding something.
Yeah. Freddie. Jesus Christ.
Black? A word.
Go home.
- And the boy? - What boy?
You didn't see her face when I asked her about the kids' clothes.
I'm telling you, she's hiding something.
That's hardly evidence of any boy.
There's more to this, Super.
Yes, it's a hunch, but this boy could be in trouble.
Black, I need you to keep it together -
especially in front of Scotland Yard.
Why would the Somervilles send their lawyer to retrieve this girl?
Leave them out of it, you've done enough damage with the Somervilles.
I'm telling you to go and file a report, check on Curtis and go home.
Once I cut loose from that fucking house,
I never thought about it again.
It was run or die.
Then you came back thinking you could bring it back to life.
And right now, I got nowhere else to go.
So for the first in a long time,
I'm looking at that dead house.
Bis?
You came.
Oh, my god.
Jesus Christ, what happened?
They attacked the Gully again.
We tried to run.
Come inside. Sit, sit.
Bis, your feet.
You're bleeding.
I haven't seen this place since Mama died.
Let's get you cleaned up.
Too tight?
It's okay.
So how are you doing?
Curtis is in hospital.
He lost so much blood.
It's critical.
Don't even know if he's gonna make it out of there.
I'll tell you one thing though.
"Don't know" is better than "no he won't" any day.
Deltreece, my sister.
They beat her to death.
I'm sorry.
You reported it?
So they do what? Laugh?
Raffle off her panties?
Police punish the Gully, not the perpetrator.
And now I'm right back where Mama croaked.
How did Mama die?
I know it was her heart, but...
Not peaceful.
Not fast.
When I saw your signature on the death certificate,
I was so angry at Mama's lies.
I'm so sorry you had to go through that.
Alone.
You joking?
Watching that bitch die,
was the greatest thing to ever happen in my life.
She called me to her sickbed.
I thought she was gonna make it right with me.
You know what she said?
Pull down that raasclaat shade.
I was taking too long.
So, she jumped outta bed to kick me.
And her heart just went "Later for you, bitch."
She pointed and pointed.
And I kept asking "What are you pointing to, Mama?"
I realized she was pointing to the pills on the dresser.
And I didn't even move.
She started coughing like she coughing up her lung...
And then she looked at me.
And I didn't even move.
Then I realized she was not looking at me.
She was looking at something else.
The belt on the wall.
The fucking belt she used on me.
"Where's my boy, Orville?" she said.
But that name's been dead a long time.
I just took that belt, and dropped it on her chest like a dead snake.
Grabbed her ring...
Called 1-1-9, signed some paperwork for police.
Then went straight through that door and never came back.
One of those Gully queens.
Sex house in Ravinnia.
Could be where your brother is.
Want me to go get him?
Orville.
Orville, wake up.
Maybe I was too fucked up to remember.
Hey.
But that was the day you came looking for the dead...
It's me.
It's Millie.
...and found the living.
But part of you still trying to wake a dead boy,
while a living woman's standing right in front of you.
You're leaving?
Work.
No.
Hibiscus...
Bis, come on.
No, no. Stop. Come on, stay. It's just a house.
This place still got her smell, Millie.
She just waiting to slap her little faggot.
Sit down.
Mama is dead.
Hibiscus...
She's gone.
You're safe.
This is your house now.
Our house.
I'll only be gone a few hours, okay?
I'll see you at lunchtime.
This is Daniel.
Hey, Daniel. Are you at JPF?
Course I am.
Can't take time off cause nobody knows.
Can't leave work, can't go to the hospital, can't hold his hand...
I know... I'm sorry.
You seen him today?
I actually...
Look, I need his notes on the Janet Fenton case.
She lied to me about a location and I have a feeling -
Fuck.
I can't visit him, but you won't?
And now you call me and ask me for notes?
Yeah... Daniel...
Damn this place that recognize you as his partner and not me.
Shame on you.
You said Janet mentors on some program of yours
for underprivileged kids?
Yes, Daybreak.
It's so important.
I mean, I know where charity's meant to begin,
but it's so rarely at home.
So, where do you run it?
- Through church? - No, school.
Twice a week after class, there she would be, helping the little ones
learn to read and write.
Janet had such a knack.
Thank God you found her, Detective.
She taught boys and girls?
Most schools are mixed gender.
Age?
Grade four.
Nine going on ten.
Freddie Somerville.
Ever heard of him?
The man she's got mixed up with has got her mixed up in something bad.
It's him with the black car.
So how all these questions about my Daybreak fits it?
I don't know.
I'm gonna need a list of all those schools.
We only have twenty-three kids on the Daybreak program this year.
Convent working across three schools now,
but I do all the paperwork.
Did Janet work with any particular child?
No, we rotate their literacy mentors.
Any of your kids ever run into trouble?
Any complications, changes in behavior?
No.
Oh, shoot... No, twenty-two. Sorry, not three.
One of our boys got a scholarship to a top school.
His name?
Romeo Lawrence.
He changed school mid-term.
Girl...
Not sad enough?
Hold on... somebody wanna buy this graveyard?
What you wearing, you little sissy?
No wonder your father left us.
You think I'm afraid to kill you?
Take it off.
Take it off you little faggot.
Hello?
Hey, you should know
Bis is here at the bar.
I never seen her this upset.
Okay, I'll be right there.
Thank you.
Detective Inspector Millie Black,
Kingston Central, CIB. Can I have a word?
So Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence...
Where is Romeo, if you don't mind me asking?
He won a school scholarship.
Just over two weeks now he's gone.
Do you know a Freddie Somerville?
No.
What this about?
Janet Fenton?
No.
Everything okay?
No. Please, don't worry. I was just following up on another case.
Congratulations on the scholarship.
How did he win it?
Sunrise School.
They're all about helping underprivileged kids with promise.
Sunrise, not Daybreak?
Oh, no. Daybreak is the literacy program he did with those nuns.
They spot the potential.
Sunrise is a new school.
All the way over in Hanover.
Top teachers, only picking the best students, from all over the country,
and they chose Romeo.
They made all the arrangements.
And, you've been over there?
No.
They said it's best to let him settle in first.
Came and picked him up and everything.
Miss Maxwell, the administrator, dealt with everything.
Well...
I'm so sorry to have bothered you. Do you mind if I keep this?
No.
Thank you so much for your time.
Can I just
get your number?
Just in case of anything.
Sunrise, Hanover.
Alright then. Thank you.
Oh, and can you just check with the Ministry of Education, too?
Okay.
Thanks.
Alright then.
Bis.
Bis, you okay?
- What happened? - That bitch might be dead,
but she's not in her grave.
That house is haunted.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
The only thing you should do...
is sell it.
No.
Super.
I want you to know before you hear it from Stennet.
They found a body matching the description
of the man you shot last night.
Where?
Dyke Road in Portmore.
- Black? - I'm okay.
Look...
we can talk about this some more when you're back.
How's your day off?
How's Curtis doing?
Thanks.
I'm gonna pick you up for dinner. Okay?
We'll go for a drink,
make a plan.
Got it...
Richie, thanks.
Hello?
You sure you got the name right?
No one at Ministry has ever heard of any Sunrise School.
Okay, let me call you back.
Fuck.
Mrs. Lawrence, hi. Detective Black here.
I need to speak with you again, in person.
In the meantime, would you or your husband
be able to give me any more details about Miss Maxwell?
You have my number so please text or call me as soon as you get this.
Thank you. Okay, bye.
You're like a boil on a man's backside.
Gone from one place, show up somewhere else.
This fucker shot my partner.
Him?
I don't know how, but I think he's involved in a kidnapping.
What the hell is that?
My ears on the street say it's some new gang.
Calling themselves Bombers.
They're recruiting gunmen from all over.
I'm gonna have to call you back.
Your boy Freddie is involved in some seriously shady shit.
You knew that already.
Like I said, I'm here to collect a witness.
Witness, my ass.
There's a fake school, a missing boy, a new gang
and somehow Freddie's at the center of it.
You'd better build your case some other way,
because Freddie Somerville's not leaving Jamaica.
I'm sure you're right.
Fuck.
You've promised him immunity.
You've got no jurisdiction here.
And you really think whatever meaningless shit
Freddie has on your target in the UK
is gonna fly against child abduction in Jamaica?
It's not the 1950s, love. We don't just bend over anymore.
Some cases are more important than others.
You know that.
Freddie is going to be testifying in the UK -
What you mean is, what a white criminal knows
is more important than the life of a Black boy.
You know, that's rich from someone who contributed
to the death of a Black boy.
Victor Adebanjo
wasn't it, Detective?
Another boy you couldn't save.
Orville, Victor, now Romeo.
They might as well have one name.
A dead boy name.
All that guilt?
Just one guilt growing like cancer.
Hello, Meera Thakur.
It's Millie.
Fuck me, seriously?
Look, I need a big favor.
That's the only size you know.
Been a while.
Superintendent Luke Holborn, Met.
I need intel on him.
If anyone would know...
That person would tell you to go and fuck yourself.
So, you call me.
He mentioned Victor.
Threw him in my face.
How the fuck would he know about Victor?
He's trying to manipulate me.
Come on, Meera, please.
Superintendent Luke Holborn.
I need to know what case he's on.
- I need to know - - No promises.
Holy shit. Janet.
Romeo Lawrence.
Nine years old.
Gone two weeks.
His parents think he's won a scholarship
to a school over in Hanover.
School doesn't exist.
Freddie organized the whole thing.
What happen to your day off?
We thought we had a missing girl, Super,
but Janet has led us to a missing boy.
His name is Romeo Lawrence.
And you can bet whoever's got Romeo is not taking a day off.
Nor the people who tried to kill Freddie.
So, you think the two related?
No Stennet, I think it's all Jesus.
Who knows how much different shit
Freddie's involved in? Oh, wait...
He does.
Look, Scotland Yard knows nothing about a missing child, okay?
I'm here because Freddie made contact with us,
offering information on a UK target.
A criminal gang called Sanguis Meridian,
who in fairly short order, has become one of our biggest problems.
Freddie has promised us hard evidence.
Yeah, if he still wants to talk to you
when he knows he's gonna see 15 years in the pen
for kidnapping.
Kidnapping?
Yeah, see I'm hearing a lot of bluster, but no actual case.
Look.
Super, we need a warrant to bring in Janet Fenton.
So, it's Janet that you've actually got evidence against.
What have you got on Freddie?
Either way,
Janet is involved in a crime.
Bring her in.
Expect a call from the Somervilles.
According to the lawyer, she's their house guest.
I'm coming with.
Shit.
Dispatch, we have signs of disturbance,
Somerville Estate, Coopers Hill. Requesting back-up.
You need to hang back.
No fucking way. I'll follow your lead.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Shit. Even Leddick.
But no sign of Janet.
And we missed Freddie again.
What a fucking shit show.
I need to phone this into the Met.
Bloodclaat media circus, this.
We have some delicate explaining
as to how you and Scotland Yard come to find a pile of corpses.
I think my reason fled the scene. Janet's not among the dead.
And I'm not quite ready to believe a Catholic schoolgirl's
capable of a full-blown massacre.
So who then?
The Bombers?
Freddie's a witness against Sanguis Meridian in the UK.
Maybe the Bombers are connected to them?
UK, Kingston, Freddie Somerville, Janet, Romeo. It's messy.
And I don't want that boy to get lost in all the politics here.
I won't let him.
Scotland Yard is watching. You've got to do everything by the book.
Hey.
I'll make it up to you.
Sure you don't wanna stay for drinks?
And still I'm waiting?
No.
- Later. - Yeah.
You leave me alone in this fucking place.
You were safe.
You were three hours late to pick me up.
I was working.
You didn't tell me there's an offer on the house.
That's a good offer.
I'm not selling.
Finally one good thing could come from this fucking house.
Listen to yourself, blame four fucking walls like it is a person.
The wall never kicked you and the door never beat you.
Fuck is wrong with this bitch?
You're forgetting how we used to dream, Bis.
Every day Mama left, we prayed she wouldn't come back.
Well, now she's gone.
She took everything from us, but we can get it back.
Get back the bedroom you don't dare go into
so you sleep in that armchair all night?
I know you're afraid that dead bitch is gonna come for you, too.
I never should have left you -
You were 12.
But I came back for you.
I came back.
You came back for the ghost of a little batty boy.
Orville's gone, Millie-Jean. No one's left here for you to save.
What? It's a duppy who needed me last night?
I'm a fool. I thought I could rely on you.
Or how about the night I found you?
Wow.
It's all coming out now. Let it flow, sister girl.
Man drugged you and beat you half to death.
But pardon me, you were clearly in the middle
of saving your fucking self.
Go fuck yourself. I told you this house is evil,
but that didn't mean shit to you.
Maybe a little evil rub off on you.
Okay.
I'm evil.
And this house is evil.
And this vase.
Evil.
This photo.
Evil.
Girl, you mad?
No. Just driving out the evil. Just driving out the fucking evil.
Come. We're getting rid of evil today. Come.
Give me Mama's ring.
This is the only thing I got from that bitch when she died,
so go fuck yourself.
Millie, stop.
- Millie, stop. - Fuck me.
I just wanted to fix it.
I wanted to make things right for us.
You can't.
I keep saying you don't see me.
But I wonder if this was the first time I was really seeing you.
We'll take the offer.
How lonely you were living in a house of spirits,
working so hard to raise an old family from the dead.
A new family waiting on you, Millie. Why can't you fucking see it?
Your real sister.
And the only real brother you have.
I hope I didn't...
They told me you'd woken up.
They tell me you visit me regular.
You've been unconscious.
You're here now.
You know you're the only person in this goddamn place I can bear.
I love you too.
The Somervilles are dead.
Freddie?
Everybody but Freddie.
He's still out there,
and Janet's probably with him.
I got this.
Leddick Somerville's.
Signed it out to get it to digital forensics.
Figured you still count.
Hardly.
It's been a while now.
I was able to get inside the phone and change the lock settings.
Nothing particularly useful at first glance, but... I don't know.
I'm a Luddite. Can you see if there's anything I've missed?
Shit, Millie.
You know I really was thinking you finally came to see me.
Well, that too.
You gonna give me shit for bringing up work,
or thank me,
for giving you something to do?
Come on.
I need you.
- What? - Get off me.
- Just fixing your... - Come off me.
- Your dress... - Come off me.
What you want, tea?
Some deleted files here, hold on.
Photographs.
What the fuck?
Who's this boy?
What the fuck?
That's Romeo.
Oh, my god.
It's not just Freddie and Janet.
Leddick fucking Somerville's involved in his abduction.
Millie?