We never dared to imagine it.
A world that was built for us.
Where we made the rules.
Where we could take what we wanted.
A world where God looked like us.
Where we were not afraid.
Where we were the ones to be feared.
But that world was at our fingertips.
All we had to do was burn down the world that was.
Every revolution begins with a spark.
Lord knows what she's been through.
We were told her mama gave her up when she was three.
She's been bounced around from one foster home to another.
But all that's behind us now, isn't it, sweetie?
Doctors say there's nothing wrong with her, physically.
But, um, she just won't talk.
She hasn't said a word in six months.
In speech therapy we call this selective mutism.
It's a psychological condition.
It happens most frequently in children who've experienced trauma.
Now, no offense, but is it possible that all this therapy,
it's just making a mountain out of a molehill?
Maybe Allie is just the quiet type.
Nothing wrong with that.
Lord knows, the Missus does enough talking for the both of 'em.
Clyde! Always messin'!
But we have been blessed in so many ways.
Just never with a child of our own.
We've had foster children before,
plenty of 'em, but, um... But Allie's different.
I was hoping, with a little structure and stability,
lots of love and prayer...
that we could get her speaking again.
She will. When she's ready. When she feels stronger.
And that's something we can work on together.
If that's okay with you, Allie?
♪ Just a closer walk with Thee ♪
♪ I am weak ♪
♪ But Thou art strong ♪
Allie, can you find me the yellow hairtie?
Allison.
Thank you.
♪ As I walk ♪
♪ Let me walk close to Thee ♪
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
I have a disease.
The doc says the symptoms
are failure to mow the lawn once a week...
...eyeballing my neighbour's new truck,
spending too much on shoes.
and looking just a little too long
at that picture of Scarlett Johansson in her superhero outfit.
Yes, the doc says that I
have a raging case of sinful human nature, y'all,
and it's hereditary.
Sin...
passed down from my great-great-great- great-grandmama Eve.
-Original sin... - Bullshit.
- That we are bathed in, and... - Blame Eve.
"Always blame Eve."
That's what you're thinking, isn't it, Allie?
I am forbidding from my lust.
It's time to use that voice.
I know you got one.
To live right...
I'll go after her.
- ...with faith and worship... - Stay.
No point in running, girl. I'm in your head.
Call me your guardian angel,
the devil, your mama...
I'm here to keep you safe.
You don't got to be afraid.
You don't ever have to be afraid again.
You can feel it, can't you?
Right there in your chest.
The power.
A better future is in your hands.
♪ I was never taught 'bout what shame is Never did dun that, that's basic ♪
♪ Other bitches chasin' status Soon I learnt that's what this game is ♪
♪ Everybody wanna clap back With the backchat ♪
♪ I'ma back that Never backtrack, just on it ♪
♪ Who just go chit chat on the playground Then chat shit to their fake crowd ♪
Roxy? The wedding starts in an hour!
Fuck.
- Roxy! -Fuck.
Are you crying?
No.
You belong there as much as any of them, darling.
Mum, it's not that deep.
I poked myself in the eye with a fucking pencil.
Hmm.
So is this what you're wearing, yeah?
Mum, stop stressing me!
Sorry. You look gorgeous.
When I was your age, I had a dress like that.
I had a lot more cleavage on show, though.
Slut.
Hey! Aah!
I'm gonna ask Dad for a proper job.
Oh, not today, Rox. I'm warning you.
There's a lot hanging on this wedding. He's wound up enough as it is.
-Did you speak to him? - Yeah.
I had a pint with him last week.
You know...
he doesn't see you that way, darling.
I always thought I'd have a big wedding.
No one's good enough for you, Mum.
You're beautiful, you know that.
You'll bring us back a piece of cake, yeah?
- Good morning, sir. - Mr. Monke.
Good morning, Mr. Monke.
What's that?
That is what you ordered.
Do I look like an Irishman?
No, I just followed the instructions your wife gave me.
Are you saying my wife is a lying fucking Irish cunt?
Mr. Monke. Everything okay?
That's not the cake I ordered.
It's green.
Make me a new one.
I-I'm sorry. That's impossible, sir. Um...
We cut the cake in a matter of hours.
Um...
M-Mr. Monke, I'm sure we can--
Um...
Make me a new one.
♪ I'm so insecure, I think That I'll... ♪
I'm gonna be right back. I'm gonna do the other eye off-camera, and then...
♪ Of who likes me, and who hates you ♪
♪ And I'm so tired that I might ♪
♪ Quit my job, start a new life ♪
♪ And they'd all be so disappointed ♪
♪ 'Cause who am I, if not exploited? ♪
♪ And I'm so sick of 17 ♪
♪ I'm over this teenage dream ♪
♪ If someone tells me one more time ♪
♪ "Enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry ♪
♪ And I don't stick up for myself ♪
♪ I'm anxious and nothing can help ♪
♪ And I wish I'd done this before ♪
♪ And I wish people liked me more ♪
♪ All I did was try my best ♪
♪ This the kind of thanks I get? ♪
♪ Unrelentlessly upset ♪
♪ They say these are the golden years ♪
♪ But I wish I could disappear ♪
♪ Ego crush is so severe ♪
♪ God, it's brutal out here ♪
♪ I feel like no one wants me ♪
♪ And I hate the way I'm perceived ♪
♪ I only have two real friends ♪
♪ And lately, I'm a nervous wreck ♪
♪ 'Cause I love people I don't like ♪
♪ And I hate every song I write
♪ And I'm not cool and I'm not smart ♪
♪ And I can't even parallel park ♪
♪ All I did was try my best ♪
♪ This the kind of thanks I get? ♪
Merry Christmas!
Mom, stop. I told you I didn't want to wear this.
Aw, you look cute, honey.
No fucking way.
Mom, don't post this!
Jos, hurry up! You're gonna miss the bus!
Hey, Tunde!
Hey, Ndudi!
Are you crazy, going through the market like that?
Ah, you know me. Nothing touches me. I'm from the hood.
Ah.
Ndudi, is it okay if we take a rain check?
It's my first week and Popsy's not gonna want me out late.
Let me just tell you about it, eh?
It's going to break the Internet.
-I'm telling you. -Oh, come on, Ndudi!
Let me just give you a ride home.
Okay. You can just drop me at the gates.
-Hold this.
You are still struggling with nine-to-five, eh?
Ah, please.
I'm gonna be a journalist, no matter what my dad wants.
Come on.
All right, we do one small post.
-That's it, okay? Are you ready? -Okay. I'm ready.
Okay, welcome back to Tunde Ojo's Guide to Lagos!
Today we have a very, very, very special guest, okay?
Listen, listen well.
Well, she's Lagos' number one lady journalist.
More of a journalist than you'll ever be.
-Ndudi Okafor! -Ay!
Who has a story that's going to change the world.
-And it's about... -Juju.
-Really? -Yes, yes, really.
-Magic sheets? -It's about Juju.
-Come back to me.
So the cousin of a girl I know invited her to a juju meeting, just for women,
- to awaken their powers. - Wow,
-their powers. -I know, right?
It's got to be a scam.
-So I'm thinking I go in... -Uh-huh.
-...you do hidden filming. -Yeah.
-I put it in my thesis. -Yeah.
You put the video on your channel, and we destroy some criminals.
Eh?
-Come on, Tunde! -Yeah?
-I know you can't resist a scoop. -Uh, Ndudi, come on, I can't, uh...
What? Who are you texting?
Is it Tinder? You are Tindering, aren't you?
Oh.
You already have plans.
Um...
Call me when you get back?
Maybe.
I'll probably be tired.
Mr. Journalist.
You are early.
You are late.
You know, Ndudi still likes you.
That was just a one-time thing.
Mm.
One-time thing, he says.
You are such a heartbreaker, Tunde.
Okay.
Prove it.
I-I'll be back in a minute.
What the fuck was that?
Shit.
Adunola!
Hey, Rox!
Okay, cool.
Excuse me. Where's table 20?
-At the back. -Where?
By the toilet.
Excuse me.
Sorry, mate.
Excuse me? Would you mind taking our picture?
Thanks.
- Oh, thank you.
- You're beautiful. -Thank you.
Roxy. Roxy. Don't go barging in.
Piss off, Terry.
Why is Ricky sweating like a rapist?
I dropped a couple of laxatives in his coffee this morning.
Shut up.
Blessed are you our Lord, King of the Universe,
-who makes the fruit of the vine.
- Amen. - Amen.
Amen.
Blessed are you our Lord,
King of the Universe, for whose glory everything is created.
-Oh.
- Blessed are you our Lord,...
-What the fuck are you wearing? -King of the Universe, who made...
...mankind in His image, according to His likeness,
You look like a bag of dicks, Darrell.
...and who fashioned with mankind an enduring creation.
Rox in a dress. Where'd you nick that?
Your wardrobe.
Sick dance floor, Dad.
-Hello, petal. -Oh, you look nice, Babs.
I couldn't see you without my binoculars from my table.
Well, it's nice to see you took your seat.
Don't want the £200 dinner to go to waste.
Mm, yeah, de-lish.
All right, darling, come on, okay?
Why don't you and me go and have a little toast?
Yeah, I could do with a drink.
What?
♪ When marimba rhythms start to play ♪
Hey, what's with the fairy-tale Chuppah?
Seriously, are we 12?
Barbara's idea, not mine.
Well, you have got her accustomed to the Disney princess life.
Only yourself to blame.
So, what we're gonna do about this big birthday, eh?
We gotta do something special for your 18th.
Are you gonna hire me the ballroom, Daddy?
That's enough, Rox.
There is one thing that I want.
What's that, darlin'?
I wanna work for you.
Let me come work for you.
You know I run rings around Terry.
Well, I'm tougher than Darrell.
Darrell...
keeps a cool head.
You snap, Rox.
That's not okay.
You are too emotional.
I do have a position that needs filling.
It's a spa.
In the Cotswolds.
Cotswolds... as in not London?
Yeah.
Six months, a year, in the most beautiful part of this sodden country.
-A year? -Prove yourself.
Come back richer, better lungs.
And maybe even bag yourself a funny-sounding boyfriend.
Or a girlfriend. Whatever.
Yeah. Thanks, Dad.
Time for the speeches.
Now you come and listen your old man make a tit of himself.
Yeah, in a minute.
We'll pick up this chat later.
Don't you go nowhere.
As Shem said to Abram,
"Go to the lands, I will show you,
and I will give you as many descendants as there are stars in the sky.
And I will give them all these lands,
and the people of the world will be blessed with your descendants."
I am blessed with three beautiful sons.
And now...
Now...
Now, in Liat, I have a daughter to call my own.
- Aw. - So sweet.
I'm Bernie Monke's daughter.
♪ I'm not a shy little girl, I'm a wizard ♪
♪ With a pearl in my hand ♪
♪ With a heavy dose of adrenaline Call me a chemical man ♪
♪ I'm not a shy girl, I'm a wizard ♪
♪ Do I have to say it again? I'm like a mystic stuck on a gum ball ♪
Hey, Jos.
What happened to your glasses?
I sat on them.
All right. Move ahead, please.
Move.
Are you kiddin' me? It just went down again.
One second, miss.
Clear.
Next.
-You okay?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Do you ever just have one of those days where...
you feel weird and in your own skin?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, like, every day.
-Whoa!
Did you feel that? That was like the biggest static shock ever.
Yeah, I felt it.
Crazy. Um, I'll see you around, okay?
I know what that is.
What?
What're you doing later?
Nothing.
Allie, get your head out of the clouds.
You got the ice cream all dripping down your leg.
Here you go.
Space Cadet.
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Jump, jump, hey, slide, slide... ♪
♪ A cup of coffee and feeling great ♪
It comes when you need it...
You'll see.
Hello.
Not yet, baby.
When the time is right, you'll know.
A better future is in your hands.
Coming through.
Later, gators!
Open your mouth and say it.
Say it, Allie.
There you go.
No, thank you.
I don't like meat.
But you always eat it.
You never asked.
Well, look who's chatty Cathy all of a sudden.
I never understood taking pleasure from something's death.
Well... Alison,
don't talk to your mother that way.
She's not my mother.
And you're not my father.
Please, dear, just... eat the meat.
Know your place.
This has never been my place.
Don't be scared.
You know what to do.
You've got this.
I'll go talk to her.
I'll put your food back in the oven.
No.
I'll be in a minute.
How many little girls have there been?
How many pigtails?
Never again.
Never fucking again.
It ends now.
I know what kind of girl you are, Alison.
-Aah!
Finish him, Allie.
Please.
It's time to go, Allie. Run.
Grab that, you're going to need it.
Tunde, I can't talk right now.
Ndudi. Are you still at that juju meeting?
-Where is it? -You didn't want to come.
-This is my story. -No...
- Fresh banana.
Move!
Dami! Do you know anything about these juju meetings?
Bad news, Tunde. Witchcraft. Crazy shit.
I heard about one in the abandoned houses off Ibese--
Oh, okay, okay. Thank you.
Don't say I did not warn you.
No! I will not give you directions to anywhere here.
Go home right now.
You have followed trouble to this place.
Go home now! Go home!
-Thanks, Ma. -Goodbye!
You're gonna make yourself sick.
Nah. Us Monkes have got guts of steel.
You really said the Monkes?
I'm Bernie Monke's daughter.
I didn't know Bernie Monke had a daughter.
Yeah, no one does...
especially after that speech he just made.
-So then, Ricky... -My brother.
-Oh. -Well, half-brother anyway.
He's the heir to the throne. Thinks the sun shines out his ass.
He's a stuck-up prick. All of 'em are pricks.
Terry's always on at me to get drugs for his prick mates.
Darrell's a posh prick. Don't like getting his soft hands dirty.
Dad knocked my mum up when Babs was pregnant with him.
That's why we're the same age, and why Babs don't want me here,
don't want me around the fuckin' family.
She's the biggest fuckin' prick of 'em all.
-Aah!
Oh, shit.
How did you do that?
I dunno.
I should go.
Hey.
- You didn't tell your mom, right? - Hell, no.
So, how long has this been happenin' to you?
Like, today.
You?
Two weeks.
Shit.
I feel better.
Stronger.
I can set a fire with it.
What is it?
I don't know.
I mean, who cares? It's ours.
So does it just, like, happen or can you control it?
It doesn't work when I try.
You're overthinking it.
Just feel it.
- Is that you, Rox? -No.
It's your husband, George Clooney.
You're home early.
So, how was it?
All right.
Oh, it's like a work of art.
It's not got dairy in it, has it?
-Kosher, innit. -Oh, cheers.
Well, tell me everything then.
What was her dress like?
How did he look? Who was there?
White.
Stupid.
Idiots.
And what about the ballroom?
And the bathrooms?
Come on. Give me something.
It was beautiful, Mum.
And what about lady muck?
Did she degrade herself enough to say hello?
She told me my dinner cost her 200 quid.
Revealing price tags? How common.
I'm sure she spared that detail from the real guests.
What's the matter?
I hope you didn't bother your dad, Rox. 'Cause I did tell ya.
He offered me a job.
Oh?
At the Cotswolds spa.
Oh, that's brilliant, Rox.
I thought you didn't want me to work for him.
No, but this is different.
Oh, that's such a good opportunity for you to get out of London.
Why is everyone trying to get me out of London?
Am I in your way?
No, of course not.
I hope you weren't rude to him.
You know, Bernie's looking out for us.
-Yeah. Don't piss him off. -You go and work in the Cotswolds then.
I want to work for one of Dad's other businesses.
Why, you'll end up in prison.
Be less boring than a bloody spa!
I earned good, honest money working as a beautician.
Yeah, then you got knocked up by a gangster
and now you're living off the fruit of your loins.
You are an ungrateful little bitch.
What was that?
- The girl's not meant to be here. -Get out of my house.
-What the fuck? -Do you know who you're fucking with?
Shut up.
-This is Bernie Monke's daughter! -Shut the fuck up!
-Piss off. We're not here for you. -Rox, go!
Leave her alone! She's just a kid!
I love you to death. I love you so much.
You'll be okay.
Get up!
Fucking get up!
-Oi! -Get off me!
Mum! Get off me!
Mum!
-Please, no! -Get out!
Mum!
-What the fuck?
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
Roxy!
Leave me.
Please somebody...
Come here. Get up!
-Hello.
Shit.
Tunde, what are you doing here? Weren't you busy with Adunola?
Ndudi, what is going on?
Ah, this is my story!
-There's a man here! -Whoa, whoa, whoa. Please.
Listen, I... I'm not an intruder.
It's okay, he's with me.
And he's spying on us!
-Aah!
Stop it! He's my friend.
-Oh, shit, shit.
Oh, shit. Wait, wait, wait!
Wait. Somebody help us!
Help!
Mum?
Mum!
I know you're tired, baby.
But there's a place you belong.
I promise... we'll be there soon.
You'll see the signs.
Help, Ricky!
Roxy! Roxy!
Move! Move!
Told you there'd be signs.
The electric eel has three separate organs
that all work together to generate powerful shocks that stun their prey.
This power exists in nature.
It was around before you.
It's the most natural thing in the world.
What's even more fascinating
is that eels can use these electrical pulses
to control their prey's nervous system.
Literally hijacking their brains and making fish swim
right into their mouths.
Scientists initially believed that eels were solitary hunters,
but as it turns out, the most powerful hunt in packs...
That's right, baby.
You are going to do big, big things.
♪ Who are you to ask for anything else? ♪
♪ The thing you should be asking is ♪
♪ For help ♪
For women all over the world, it is the dawn of a new day.
Which has a law of nature...
-...that for every action,
there is a reaction.
This is not a hoax.
The world as we know it
may never be the same.
The minute you stepped out in front of this thing,
you became the face of it.
This power is evolution.
We got it because we need it.
I feel something different about her. Something special.
She could lead.
That's enough, Rox. Don't push me.
-Don't fuckin' push me! - Or what!
This power is spreading.
It's gonna change things all over the world.
It's a good story. You want to finish what you started?
♪ People want my power ♪
Like, I didn't even realise that I was living in constant fear.
I just feel like a hundred pounds lighter.
And a hundred times stronger.
What the hell are the feds doing here?
Stop!
You're gonna treat our kids like fucking criminals?
I might have the lead on something.
They're testing for EOD. They're saying everyone has to do it.
I'm gonna dust what's left of your career.
Go tell everybody.
Big change is coming.
Pick a side.
Oh, my God.
You don't get to tell us what to do anymore.
♪ People want my power ♪
♪ And they want my station ♪