American Soul

Previously on American Soul...

Kendall, I like you, but...

Uh, no, I-I get it.

What exactly you gonna do, Jeffrey?

Damn sure ain't your father's son.

You see anything, you blink the high beams twice.

You put a BOLO out for a '63 Chevy II Nova.

Find that car, we find our killer.

Jean is with Right On! magazine.

Ms. Jones is here to interview me

for the December issue.

Soul Train bus tour.

I'm taking the show across country.

It's gonna be massive.

If you move to Los Angeles,

baby, we won't make it.

- What's good, dawg? - What's up, man?

Here, take your stuff. You owe me 75 cents.

Uh, actually, can you take that for me?

I got to go drain the river.

Way too much information, man.

I second that emotion.

Well, look what we have here.

How you doing? My name's Fresh.

Whoa, whoa. Where the hell

- you think you're going, son? - Got to use the bathroom.

Not here.

Come on, sir. I'll only be two seconds.

Colored bathroom's around back.

Just dig a hole and squat.

I said put that down! You're gonna pay for everything

you touch, now, put it up on the counter where I can see it.

Uh-uh.

You heard Don, no drinking on tour.

- Reflects badly on the brand. - Uh-uh.

You cannot take that from me. I'm legal.

- It's my constitutional right. - Call your congressman.

You booze, you're benched. End of story.

16 hours on a bus playing glorified babysitter?

This isn't drinking,

- it's survival. - I like your hair.

- Yeah? I like your hair, too. - Hey.

The hell do you think you're doing,

- talking to this boy like that? - Boy?

Who you calling a boy? I'm a full-grown man.

Calling you a boy, boy.

Yeah. Take this boy away, boys.

I'm-a catch you later.

Get the hell back inside.

Guys, come on.

On the bus, come on.

Afternoon.

You people never listen.

Where you going?

- Kendall's not on the bus. - Hurry up.

Last call, everyone on the bus!

Wait, wait, wait.

Hey, Wally, hit the horn.

We got company.

Kendall, what's taking so...

Everybody settle down. Settle down.

How about you get off the bus now, boy? Come on.

I'm talking to you. Get out here!

Outside now. Both of you.

Outside! Move.

We got to roll. This shit's getting hot.

- What about Kendall and Simone? - Everyone settle down.

I'll show these crackers what's up.

Back up! Get back!

- Back up! Back up. - Let's get out of here.

- Won't be no trouble. - What's going on out there?

Get away from the bus!

Damn it, Fresh. Give me that.

What are you, nuts?

Get out of here!

Oh, shit. Everyone down!

They're leaving us!

We got to get the hell out of here, Simone! Come on!

We'll go back for them, I promise.

Red, I'm home!

Don!

Welcome home, baby.

Mm! Hmm.

- Huh. Oh... - Merry almost Christmas, baby.

I know you didn't wrap this.

It's an answering machine.

If I call, and you're out, it will record

my message on the tape.

That way, you'll never miss me.

Well, no machine in the world can't stop me missing you,

but thank you, baby.

You gonna tighten me up later?

Don't I always?

So when's the bus getting here?

Mm.

Few hours.

Got to stop by the station to meet Phil.

But I wanted to get in early to see you and the boys.

Maybe go house hunting.

Well, now, that's my gift to you.

I've already bought the perfect place.

- You...? - Yeah.

Where?

Ta-da.

You bought this house?

- With my money? - Our money, Don.

Red, this place is good for the insurance peddler

and the grocery girl, but we aren't those people anymore.

Look, I like working at that store.

And I like this place.

It's been good to us when times weren't.

I did what was best for the family.

And don't ask me to be sorry about that, Don.

Mwah.

Ugh!

You want to walk a little faster?

Those fools might still be coming.

What? So now you're not talking to me?

Look, I was not about to piss my pants

- for some country-ass Klansman. - You think this is a joke?

We are in the middle of nowhere, it's freezing

and if we don't make it to Chicago,

we might lose Soul Train.

Hey. Where you going?

What do you think you're doing?

Gonna ask for a ride.

And what if he's one of them, huh?

How are you gonna outrun bullets?

I am not gonna miss this tour stop, Kendall.

I'll take my chances.

It's gonna be a cold day today, sis.

Why don't we get you something to eat, huh?

Uh...

Stay right here, okay?

Shh.

Just keep walking, man.

Uh, excuse me.

I'm Simone.

This is my brother Kendall.

Nick.

If you guys are here to rob me,

two cats in Wichita already beat you to it.

You a musician?

All my life.

Folk and rock, mostly,

- but I gig all over. - For real?

We're actually about to cut a record out in L.A.

- Gonna be gold, for sure. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - Well, what are two future gold album recording stars

doing in the middle of hickville?

We were on our way to Chicago, but we missed our bus.

You wouldn't happen to be headed that way, would you?

Nah, I'm not going that far.

But I could take you as far as McLean, if that helps.

- Yes. Thank you. Yes. - Yes. Yes.

You sure you're not gonna rob me?

Only if you don't rob us first.

That your Chevy Nova out there?

- '63 blue Chevy Nova? - Yeah. It ain't for sale.

That's cool, 'cause I ain't buying.

I've been looking for that car for a long time, Mr. Tucker.

Who the hell are you?

Detective Patrick Lorraine.

Gonna need you to come with me down to the station

and answer a couple questions.

Officer Wills!

She'll take care of Aiya.

You should go ahead and put that down.

What's this all about?

Let's not start off by lying to each other.

Are you coming quietly or do you want to get your sister upset?

Hard to believe

that this is where it all began.

Still remember the day you pitched me the idea.

You said that a show called Soul Train would never work.

Boy, was I wrong.

Don, you know I'm a straight shooter.

- Mm-hmm. - Sit. Sit, sit.

So I'm just gonna come out and say what's on my mind.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

25% of Soul Train belongs to us.

You suing me, Phil?

Well, hopefully, it doesn't come to that.

That whatever you create, we own a piece of it.

I didn't sneak it into the fine print, Don.

It's always been there.

If you want a fight, we can fight.

But it'll drain you financially, and you'll still lose.

Do what you got to do, Phil.

This is Sandy.

This is Jamie.

Okay, but why do I care?

Because John McMartin was Sandy's father

and Jamie's husband. You murdered him.

I didn't kill nobody.

All right, then who did?