Most scenes together: Smoke & Stack (6), Stack & Sammie (6), Stack & Mary (6)
There are legends of people... born with the gift of makin' music so true... it can pierce the veil between life and death, conjurin' spirits from the past and the future. In ancient Ireland, they were called Filí. In Choctaw land, they call them Firekeepers. And in West Africa... they're called Griots. This gift can bring healing to their communities... but it also attracts evil.
Come on in, you mother****ers!
I been all over this world. In cars. Ships. Trains. I seen men die in ways I didn't even know was possible. But I ain't never saw no roots, no demons… no ghosts, no magic. Just power. And only money can get you that.
I been workin' all week, Pop. Wanna be free of all this fo' a day.
Let me in, man! [Bangs on the door] There's some weird shit goin' on out here. [Continues banging] Let me in! You better let me in! Smoke, let me in! Smoke, let me in there! Smoke, you gotta let me in!
Listen here, this ain't no house party.
Long ago... the men who stole my father's land forced these words upon us. I hated those men, but the words still bring me comfort. Those men lied to themselves and lied to us. They told stories of a God above and a Devil below. And lies of a dominion of man over beast and Earth. We are earth and beast, and god. We are woman and man. We are connected, you and I, to everything. [Pause] You will taste the sweet pain of death. We will make beautiful music together.
Oh, we heard tale of a party.
Ooh, we gonna kill every last one of you.
See, white folks, they like the blues just fine. They just don't like the people who make it.
The best part of me was him.
These ain't haints. They vampires.
This world already left you for dead. Won't let you build. Won't let you fellowship. We will do just that. Together. Forever. I can save you from your fate. I am your way out.
