Superstition

Last time on "Superstition"...

The Dredge has marked your family for death.

Would it have killed you to let me know I had a daughter?

He is your father whether you like it or not.

I'm sorry I missed so much of your life.

I'm not.

No more secrets.

I need the military records for one Calvin Hastings.

Now I need to protect my family.

I want you to take this.

The Ring of Solomon.

Whoa.

Darth Hater.

Bea, we've waited the ten requisite days.

No next of kin have claimed him and...

I need the space, so I'm just gonna put him in the crematorium.

- Agreed. - We're having a proper service.

No matter what a person does in his life,

the Hastings always care for the dead.

What? Are you kidding me?

- This is insane. - He doesn't deserve a proper burial.

Okay, since did we become the arbiters of karma?

That is not our position. Karma takes care of itself.

I'm sorry, but the $500 that county gives us to dispose the body

is worth more than him.

Malcom X said,

"Whatever we're passionate about, we need to take action on."

I say ashes to the toilet with this one.

Okay, you are not Malcom X, and...

This man was Erskine Haler.

Card carrying racist.

No argument there.

But he was also his mother's son.

His passing merits respect

even if his choices don't.

And that's as good as a eulogy

this racist douchebag deserves.

Prepare Mr. Haler for service tomorrow.

His family can pay their final respects, or not.

We take care of the dead.

Always have, always will. End of discussion.

You're still a racist douchebag.

Get used to that heat, buddy.

Okay, I think it's safe to say no one is coming.

Mm-hmm.

Girl, it's been hours and no one is here.

This is a funeral fail.

You know, we... We gave this racist his time and dignity, but...

this research that I need to get done...

Hi.

Can I help you?

Are... Are you here for Mr. Haler's service?

Uh, yes, ma'am. I'm his son, Davis.

Ah, Davis.

Our sympathies for your loss.

Please come in and pay your respects,

and if there's anything at all that you need,

don't hesitate to ask.

Hmm.

You were right, Bea.

Karma seems to take care of itself.

The devil approaches on swift wings of hell fire.

Even the noblest of spirits...

...cannot deny his coming judgment.

NYPD!

NYPD!

- Hands on your head. Stay on the ground. - Freeze!

We got another one in the corner.

- Come here. Come here. - Clear! Clear me up there!

Have been looking for you, man.

- This is mine. - It's not yours.

- It's never yours. - No!

All right, it's time you come up and join me, good sir.

- Come on. - Ah, shit.

Come on.

- You got them locked up back there, huh? - Yeah.

- Clear. - Clear.

Get him out of here.

You keep that locked up. Patla, come grab him.

You ain't got nothing?

- I don't know. - Swear!

Come here.

You are under arrest.

Anything you say, can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

Don't move.

Take him.

It's never yours, Jose.

It's never yours.

You okay?

Huh?

Death makes everybody feel like they're superman.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

The devil's...

The devil was there. I have to get it out.

- The devil was there! - Officer down!

Chief? Chief... Officer down!

Officer down! We need a medic.

Call a paramedic.

Chief? Chief? Come on.

Call a paramedic. You, call a bus!

Chief?

We have an officer down.

I'm right here.

Patla! Patla! Over here!

Tell them to hurry. I'm not getting a pulse.

Patla!

Chief.

Come on.

Where's my medic?

Patla.

I still don't have a pulse.

Come on.

1, 2, 3...

- Where's my medic? - Patla, over here!

I'm not dead.

Let me out of this damn...

Patla, please.

Oh, hang on there, warrior. I got you.

I got it, thanks.

I forgot to order the flowers for next week.

I did that yesterday.

And... I have the programs for the next three services

all folded and ready to go.

Gonna make me look bad in front of Mom?

What? No. I just figured

there's a lot of things that need to be done, and...

Hey, I'm kidding.

- Okay. - Okay, as long everything's

still running smoothly downstairs?

Oh, absolutely. Mr. Lou's all set and ready

for tomorrow's service. Arm re-attached and everything.

You can re-attach an arm?

Ah, well, enough to get through the sleeve

of pin stripe suit. Yes.

You don't have to help us in front of the house.

Calvin and I have everything under control.

Well, you know, I figured with Isaac gone

and our other activities are vamping up,

they, you know... It's all hands on deck.

Uh, oh. I forgot. I got the lynch

from the laundromat. Let me go get those.

She's gonna burn herself out.

Yeah, I can smell the crash already.

Mm.

I'm okay.

Yeah.

Where is she?

Blunt force trauma to the head

and we're waiting on tests results

before we further assess her status, but...

At the moment she's showing no brain activity.

And her heart was stopped for how long?

Almost 11 minutes.

Bea, you should sit down.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll be fine.

Fine, Eddie.

Are you expecting her to wake up?

Well, there's always hope.

But you need to prepare for the worst.

- Do you want me to call Garvey? - No.

I'll tell her.

Thank you, thank you, Doctor

Calvin?

Can't lose you now.

Are you here, Calvin?

Here.

I'm here. I'm here.

Come on.

You're looking right at me.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Calvin, I know...

I know you...

What the hell?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No!

No, don't, don't.

Please. Get off of me.

Get off!

Stop.

Get back! Move!

Move. Move. Move.

Move, move.

Move. Get back.

Move. Move!

Move. Let's go.

Move. Get back!

Get back. Get back.

Let's go.

No, no, no, no.

I'm sorry. I'm superstitious.

Uh, I'll walk around the edge though.

Okay. Come on, this way.

What the hell were those things?

Still looked like they were wearing name tags.

Barely see them outside during the day.

Where are you taking me?

Away from those things.