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- Previously on "Family Business: New Orleans"...

- Put your number in my phone and text me.

- I don't text, but I'm going to call you.

- Who is that?

- This is a milestone birthday for me,

and I would love nothing more than to relive

the best night of my life,

and I am willing to pay you handsomely.

- Look, man, I still don't understand

why I got to go talk to Floyd.

- Hey, yo, ain't that Floyd over there?

- Go and get him and bring him back to me.

That motherfucker got some questions to answer.

[upbeat jazzy music]

? ?

- ? All I know is my mama ?

? All I know is my kin ?

? All I know is my family ?

? Burn the city down about them ?

? Gave the Lord my troubles ?

? God forgive me my sins ?

? But when it comes to my family ?

? Burn the city down about them ?

? Turn the lights out ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? 'Less the family in it ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? 'Less the family in it ?

? Turn the lights out ?

? ?

[hip-hop music]

? ?

[tires screeching] - Holy shit.

Who the fuck is that?

Skunk?

Skunk, you crazy son of a bitch.

Where's the goddamn fire? - Fire?

They're trying to kill me. - Who's trying to kill you?

- Jean LeBlanc.

He's trying to kill me.

He's trying to put two in the head.

Sheriff, you got to help me.

Fuck that 100 grand. - 100 gran-Hold up.

You trying to tell me that Jean LeBlanc is shooting

at you in broad daylight?

- You think I'm out here running for my health?

- Skunk, you better not be lying to me.

- Why does everybody think I'm lying?

I'm the one getting shot at.

- Because you've been a habitual liar

since the third grade.

Now get in the goddamn car. - [breathing heavily]

- Sheriff, we got multiple reports of gunshots fired

in the vicinity of River Road.

Caller said shooter was driving a Rolls-Royce.

- Roger that. I want all units to converge on River Road.

We're looking for a Rolls-Royce.

- See?

I told you. [engine turning over]

What's that smell? You been smoking in here?

- Shut the fuck up.

- ? If you're tired go to sleep, yo ?

? Because the game ain't made for the weak though ?

? Money on my brain over here, no cheat code ?

- All right, y'all, check this whole place.

I know this motherfucker got to be around here.

Where the fuck are you, Floyd?

Keep looking.

- Freaking ball.

[sighs] Where that damn ball at?

- Look around, boys. Check this place.

Y'all check over here. Look over there.

Find him.

- I'll tell you what, though.

When I see that Skunk, I'm going to ring his neck.

Oh.

Yeah, that's me.

Oh, shit.

Babe, you scared the hell out of me.

What you doing out here?

My bad.

- How many times do I have to tell you?

You are not protected without this.

- Yeah. What's-

Babe, you are like Ernestine, the friendly Ghost.

You just appear out of nowhere like that?

- You have no idea the danger that surrounds you.

- Babe, I hear you, but I'm playing golf.

Ain't nobody going to bother me out here, you know?

- [sighs] You need to be protected.

- From who?

[siren approaching, car door opens]

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

[car doors open, close]

- There he go right there. - You boys going somewhere?

- Right there.

- Don't be stupid. - This what we doing?

- Don't be stupid.

- Those don't look like golf clubs you carrying.

And it sure as hell ain't duck season.

- Louisiana's an open-carry state.

Therefore, it's not against the law

for me to carry my firearms, Sheriff.

- You're absolutely right, Jean, but it is if you a felon.

So, for your safety and ours, drop your guns

while we sort things out.

- What exactly do we need to sort out, Sheriff?

- How about all that shooting

you all were doing over on River Road?

- "Shooting"? "Shooting"?

What the fuck do you know about shooting, Sheriff?

- Now... - Huh?

- We can figure all that out down at the station,

away from all these cameras.

Drop your guns and put your hands up.

And I ain't asking.

[dramatic music]

? ?

- Fuck!

Stand down.

Stand the fuck down!

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You know the routine.

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in the court of law.

? ?

You boys don't look to be in golf attire.

- Hmm.

Yeah, we just came to have a drink with Uncle Floyd.

What's that all about?

- Looks like Fancy Pants LeBlanc finally slipped up.

Him and his boys tried to kill Skunk in broad daylight.

both: Skunk? - Yep.

Whatever Skunk did must have infuriated him so much,

he stopped thinking,

because up till now, we haven't been able to pin as much

as a traffic ticket on him.

Considering everything that's going on,

I suggest you boys get out of here.

We wouldn't want things to be misconstrued.

- Hey.

Hey, what's up, young'un? - What's up?

- Hey, Curtis. I miss something?

- Yeah, clearly a lot.

I'ma explain it to you when we get back to The Blues.

Mama and them waiting on us. - All right.

Let me get my lady to work. - All right.

- But y'all good, though? - Yeah.

- All right.

- Yeah.

Let's get out of here.

Clay's right.

We don't want Jean thinking we had anything to do with this.

Come on. - Yeah, let's do that.

[gentle music]

[distant siren wailing, car horn honking]

? ?

- Perfect.

All right, guys, make sure you take care of these ladies.

Give them something special, okay?

All right.

- Hey.

- Marie, I didn't see you on the appointment book today.

- That's because I didn't make an appointment.

Can you fit your sister in, please?

I need what you got, both mentally and physically.

- Oh, honey, I always have what you need,

even though your husband doesn't.

[laughs]

So what will it be?

- The works, please. - Okay.

- And then can we have lunch? - Oh, I would love that.

Can we go to that, uh, vegan spot I like?

- I know what your greedy self likes,

so I already made a reservation.

- Oh, good girl. Okay, here we go-the works.

- Oh. - Ooh.

Well, Marie, this is Calvin.

His hands should be registered with the police

because they are killer.

- Hi, Calvin.

- And this man here is Ronaldo.

Not only is he fine, but he's also an artist.

Once he's finished, you will have your hands and feet

looking Instagram-worthy.

- We're going to need to have a later lunch

because I'm going to need both of these gentlemen

to take their time. - Of course you will.

- Thank you.

- Mommy always said to take care of each other, right?

- Mm-hmm. - I got your back, girl.

- Thank you. - Manuel?

We have all flavors of the rainbow.

- I see. - [laughs]

Please take care of her.

This is my sister, so she's a very, very special client.

- S�. - Right?

Thank you. - Thank you.

- This way. - Enjoy.

Girl...

[dramatic music]

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- What the hell is so damn important now, Marquis?

- We got a problem.

- Who died?

- Nobody yet.

- This is mine to keep? You don't have a problem.

- The money is yours to keep if you can fix my problem.

- What the fuck you done got yourself into now?

- We got a fox in the henhouse.

I need you to help me catch him.

If not, that's going to be the last bag of cash I give you.

- What the hell are you talking about?

Who is this fox in the henhouse?

- Skunk. - Skunk?

Skunk ain't worth this kind of money.

What's the catch?

- [sighs]

He saw me and Floyd put Pierre's body in the trunk

the night he died at The Blues.

- [sighs] I see your point.

That is a problem.

- Yeah, but it gets worse.

He told Jean LeBlanc,

and then the Crescent Boys showed up at Blues

asking questions. - Fuck.

What happened?

- My mom bought us some time.

He sent Saint and Prince after me.

And I believe he sent the Crescent Boys to get Floyd,

when you arrested them at the golf course this morning.

- Well, that makes sense, but why was he shooting at Skunk

when he snitched y'all out?

- Because my mom told him we had a video

of Pierre leaving the club.

And we do.

- How? - It's not important.

What's important is that we get to Skunk

before Jean LeBlanc do.

- Why?

So you can kill him?

- No. He's a wild card.

Look, Jean LeBlanc is not going for any of this.

Tape or no tape, he's not buying our stories.

And it's going to put everybody in jeopardy,

including you, Sheriff Clay.

- [scoffs] Me? Why me?

- [scoffs] Have you forgot that you the one

helped us cover this shit up?

If he finds out that me and Floyd put Pierre's body

in the trunk, he's going to come after anybody

that helped cover it up.

And I got a feeling

that your name gonna be on top of the list.

- He ain't that stupid. I'm the law.

- The law?

Come on, you been around Gator Lake long enough to know

how the Leblancs operate.

Last I heard, they still can't find

Sheriff Watkins' body after he pissed off Old Man LeBlanc.

? ?

[jazz music]

? ?

- [sighs] Marie..

I know when something's wrong with you.

Look, I'm your big sister, all right?

You need to open up to me. Come on.

Now talk.

? ?

- I think Jean is cheating on me.

- Hmm.

Marie, are you serious? - Mm-hmm.

- Honey, it's not that I'm doubting you,

but you've said this before.

- Okay, well, this time it's different.

We haven't had sex in, like, six weeks.

Isn't that proof enough?

- Girl, please.

I haven't had sex in six months,

and I'm not complaining.

That's why I bought you the rose.

- Seriously, Raven, men don't go six weeks

without having sex. - [sighs]

- And he's been spending a lot of time

at that damn strip club. - He's a man, Marie.

Monogamy isn't exactly their strong suit,

and Jean will always be Jean.

Business will always be his mistress.

You told me that yourself.

- However, something is up, Raven.

Jean is a straightforward black-and-white kind of guy.

I can usually read him like a book.

He's being very sneaky and secretive all of a sudden.

? ?

- I have an idea.

If you've got questions, I know where to get answers.

Just be careful what you ask for.

- No.

Hell, no.

Girl, you know I don't dabble in that crazy shit.

- Okay, well, I do, and it's real, Marie.

Just trust me on this.

- [scoffs] No.

- Yes. Listen, listen, listen.

You want to know exactly what your husband's been up to,

right?

I got you.

Come on. - Mm-mm.

- Marie, stop being a little brat.

Come on.

You are the same way you were when we were kids.

My goodness.

[eerie music]

? ?

[door creaking]

- Mm, welcome, welcome.

Can I interest you two in a reading today?

- We would love that.

- No, you would love that.

I told you I'm not doing this bullshit.

- Okay, would you stop?

She's not going to bite you. I promise.

Gosh.

- Readings are $50 cash.

- $50 to make up some bullshit?

Girl, this is a scam. I'm out.

- No, you're not. Sit down.

Look, let's just hear what she has to say.

Can you at least do that?

I'll pay for it.

- Well, freedom isn't cheap.

Neither is the truth. - Apparently not.

- Mm.

- [scoffs] What does it say?

- You have a dark past, a very, very dark past,

one that you want to put behind you.

I mean, things haven't always been easy for you.

You've had the hard road, but most of the roads

have been terrible.

- You have no idea.

? ?

- But you made one- one good move.

There's one move that you made that's going to shift

the entire life of yours.

You've returned home.

- [exhales sharply] Yes.

- If you continue down this road,

much abundance awaits for you.

But there's an anchor that's been weighing you down.

And if you don't get this together,

then there's going to be problems.

You're going to lose everything.

Do you know what this anchor is?

- [scoffs] Yeah.

My, uh, daughter's father, Harris.

- Mm. - I'm fine.

Here's a tip.

- Girl, are you kidding me?

There is no way you believe that bullshit.

- There's always one skeptic. - Yes, there is.

- Come closer, you're next. - No, thank you.

- No, no, no. You're going to sit down.

And you're going to listen to her.

- She already paid for it. What difference does it make?

If you don't believe it, there's no harm in it.

- Okay.

You paid. - I did.

- Mm, interesting.

- Hmm. - What does it say?

- I-I see love. - [chuckles]

What you saw was my big-ass wedding ring

the minute I walked into the door.

- No, a wedding ring does not always symbolize love.

You've been with your partner for a long time,

and, uh, your love is fading.

- Is that death?

- Death doesn't always mean the end of life.

I mean, it can signify the end of a relationship

or the end of patterns.

- Hmm, you said he was cheating.

- Don't help her.

- You're at a crossroads,

or you're getting ready to come to it.

But there's another man that's going

to love you like no other.

I can't see his face.

Do you know who this man is? The masked man?

- A masked man?

- What-what haven't you told me?

Marie?

Are you serious?

- This is stupid. - No, it's not.

- You could choose to play the game.

But either way, you're going to have

to make a decision because the death card is going to play.

- No, it won't.

You know what? This is stupid.

I told you I didn't want to do this.

- It's not stupid. [footsteps departing]

[sighs]

Thank you.

- The cards never lie.

- I know.

[door closes]

Shit.

Marie?

Marie?

- Something on your mind, Sheriff?

- Yeah.

If you ever pull a gun on me and my deputies again,

it'll be your last.

- You know...

You seem to forget who I am... - [clears throat]

- And exactly what I'm capable of.

- And you seem to forget that I'm the sheriff

of this here parish.

- No, I'm clear

about who you are.

You're a fucking puppet

for the mayor and for Shirley Duncan...

Mr. Joe...

and Bernice Clay.

- Fuck you, Jean.

- I know you dream about that, but it'll never happen.

And aren't you fucking the mayor, anyway?

- Like I said, fuck you, Jean.

- Hey, you may have everyone else fooled

about how tough and slick you are...

[chuckles]

But I was the one that was selling you weed

and pills back in the day.

I've seen you at your lowest.

I just might...

respect that badge.

Don't fuck with me.

I'm a better friend than enemy.

Remember that, Joanne.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[phone beeping]

[line trilling, beeps]

- Jean, this is the eighth time I've called your cell.

Where the fuck are you?

[drawer opens]

[sighs]

I don't even know this man.

No damn crossroad.

The only road leads to my husband.

[cell phone vibrating]

[sighs] Hello?

- Hey, sis. I was just checking in.

You were awfully quiet when you dropped me off.

- I'm fine. Just waiting on my husband to get home.

- See, that's your problem.

Always waiting around for disappointment.

Don't you think it's time to live a little?

For you?

Simone is grown, and Jean is always off doing Jean shit.

What about Marie?

- Yeah, what about me?

[dramatic music]

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- What are you doing?

- I'm a visual person.

I need to see the face behind the mask.

I may never get this chance again.

? ?

[Sheriff Clay clears throat]

- You're doing the right thing.

- Yeah, it don't feel right, though.

- Let's go.

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

[serious music]

- Thing was swinging. [both laugh]

- I had a really nice time.

- I had a really nice time, too.

You know, NOLA doesn't sleep,

and we can hit Bourbon right now for another drink

if you want.

No?

You want to go back to my spot?

That's only if you down.

I don't want to be doing too much. I'm...

Am I embarrassing you?

- I don't know if this is going to stop you

from wanting to see me again, but...

- What? You got a man at home?

- No.

But the reason I don't is because, well...

[sighs]

I'm a virgin.

- A virgin? Like...

No. Are you for re-

[chuckles] You serious?

No, no, no, no, wait.

Shorty, you dead-ass serious, huh?

- I'm way too old to be lying

to you about some shit like my virginity or lead you on.

- You right. I'm sorry. And I appreciate that, but-

- But what? - I never met a virgin before.

Maybe in high school.

It's surprising.

It's-it's very surprising

and dope.

- "Dope"?

- Yeah.

Like, think about it.

With all the pressures that the world puts on us and women

and having sex,

you just decided to keep that sacred and not give it up.

That's beautiful, and I think that's dope.

? ?

So what is this?

It's an experiment or something you doing,

or we waiting until marriage?

Is this a religious thing? - No.

I just always thought I was special.

And when the right person and the right time came along,

I'd know it.

- Wow.

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

You just get doper and doper and doper.

[both laugh]

But that's actually why I respect you.

I'm going to do everything I can

to make sure I don't cross that line.

- So...

this isn't the last time I'm going to see you?

- Hell, no. [chuckles]

You stuck with me, at least for the time being.

- [laughs]

- But it is one thing I need from you, Cinderella.

And I ain't taking no for an answer.

- What's that?

? ?

- This.

? ?

[insects chirping]

- What you got for me?

Yeah.

- It's a list of witnesses.

But y'all gonna have to do something

about that motherfucker Skunk.

He's the real reason why your people are in here.

- Yeah, I just saw him leave with Sheriff Clay.

Any idea where she taking him? - [scoffs] Nah.

She's keeping it close to the vest.

- Yeah, I can see that.

So, what's up? I can see Jean or what?

- [sighs] I can make that happen,

but you're gonna have to make it quick

because I don't know when the Sheriff's coming back.

And for some particular reason,

she's taking a real personal interest in your man Jean.

[door opens] You have a visitor.

You have ten minutes.

[door closes]

- What's up? - You all right?

- Yeah, I'm good.

Just one or two nights camping in the woods for me.

You find Skunk?

- Yeah, the Sheriff has him,

but she can't babysit him for long.

I got ten bands on his head,

and we got his car over at the clubhouse.

He ain't going far.

- That's good, because I need to talk to that motherfucker

as soon as I get out of here.

I'm starting to believe that he wasn't lying to me.

Speaking of getting out of here,

what's up with the lawyers? - They're working on it.

It's Saturday, so you won't be able to see the judge

until Monday.

But as soon as you have bail, we getting you up out of here.

You got my word on that.

- [sighs]

Look...

I'm not worried about me.

I'm more worried about our people.

That shit with Skunk, it got out of control.

That little slimy bastard bolted,

and I let my ego get in the way.

I shouldn't have started shooting

with all them people out there.

I hadn't done no dumb shit like that since I was Simone age.

Look, bro, I don't know what it was.

I wanted that motherfucker dead,

and I was willing to do anything to make it happen.

- Shit happens to the best of us, Jean.

You know how many times I let my emotions get the best of me.

- Oh.

[sniffs, sighs]

No disrespect, Saint, but I think you're disillusioned

about the power dynamic.

I'm not you.

I'm supposed to be better.

Anyway, what's happening with my wife?

Does Marie even know I'm in here?

- I was going to stop by the house once I spoke to you.

- No, don't do that.

Just wait until the morning. I don't want her to worry.

Plus, she's used to me not coming home.

- You sure about that?

You said yourself she was starting to get suspicious.

- You let me worry about my wife.

I don't tell you about Antoinette, do I?

And Lord knows I probably should.

- No, you don't.

- Exactly.

Anyway, what's up with the other situation?

Who's handling that?

- I won't be there for your hearing,

but I'm going to meet with Sebastian myself.

- [chuckles]

That's good...

because the shit that boy got,

we going to put the whole state on his back.

We're going to turn this shit upside down.

[dramatic music]

? ?

- Thank you.

That's for you. - Thank you.

- Thank you.

[sighs] Marie, girl, what are you doing?

? ?

[jazz music playing]

? ?

- Blackjack. [laughs]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, man. My bad.

I just be breaking them, bro. You know what I mean?

- [clears throat]

? ?

[clears throat]

- You still have my mask?

- How do you know it was me?

- I just do.

- Are you just going to stare at me?

- I was, uh...

I was just thinking about you.

- Why?

- I don't know.

Maybe a crazy part of me

was hoping you couldn't stop thinking about me

the way I haven't stopped thinking about you.

I guess I found my answer.

- [clears throat]

How can you be so sure?

- Because that same crazy part in you...

led you here.

The difference between this time and last...

is I'm not going to let you run away from me.

[laughs]

? ?

- Blackjack.

[chuckles] Give me my money.

[indistinct chatter]

[hip-hop music]

? ?

- Bruh, I ain't never met nobody like her before.

She pretty.

She like motorcycles. She like guns.

She's smart.

I think she might be the one.

Yeah, you heard me.

- [laughs]

You say that about every chick you meet, bro.

- Jace, if I say she the one,

that obviously means she's the one.

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- What about Simone? - What about Simone?

- Man, you said she was the one, too, you hear me?

- Simone is annoying.

Plus, she got way too much baggage.

She can't hold a candle to that girl.

Lauryn is wifey material.

- Hell, yeah, brother, you talking like that?

- Yeah.

- Hey, uh, you smash yet?

- Not yet. - [laughs]

- Bruh, she ain't even like that.

She a virgin. - [laughing]

That's what she told you, and you believe it?

- And I believed it.

Like I said, wifey material.

? ?

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, uh, speaking of wifeys,

ain't that your brother's wife over there?

- Where? - Right there, nigga.

- Fuck, that is her.

She'll let anybody hit, man.

- I mean, we can't say all that, dog.

I mean, she do work at The Blues, right?

And that is her boss. Whoop-dee-woo.

He could have just been like, you know, giving her

a ride home or something, you hear me?

- You believe yourself?

You don't know Antoinette.

We about to find out, though.

[tense music]

? ?

[vehicle approaching]

- What the fuck is he doing here?

[car beeping]

[car door closes]

- Good evening. I brought you some champagne.

I hope you don't mind the tiny bubbles.

- Gabriel, what are you doing here?

- Looking for you.

Although I expected you to be coming out of the house,

not pulling up to it.

Long night?

- That's none of your business.

How did you find out where I live?

- I'm embarrassed to say

in my private investigator's report,

which I am sure you don't appreciate.

Listen...

I, uh-I gave it some thought,

and I realized coming to your place of business

may not have been the best place to present my offer,

which is why I'm here.

- You need to get the fuck out of here.

- Listen...

I know I offended you,

and I want to apologize for that.

I didn't mean to embarrass you.

I was just trying to fulfill a boyhood fantasy.

- I understand,

but that's your fantasy.

That's not mine.

- I see that.

And based on your position in life,

$100,000 was an insult.

I apologize.

I should have offered you $500,000.

- What?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I told you, I don't do that kind of thing anymore.

And who the hell pays half a million dollars

for a piece of ass?

- Someone who really...

really wants that ass.

- Well, if I didn't make myself clear the first time,

let me make myself crystal motherfucking clear.

I wouldn't fuck you again

for $10 million.

I wouldn't fuck you again

if you were the last man on Earth.

So why don't you get the hell out of here

before I do something that we both gonna regret?

[dramatic music]

- Let's see.

Some things are worth dying for.

Good night.

? ?

- Fuck.

? ?

- I-I thought you were taking me to my car.

Sheriff? - What, Skunk?

- We-we-we passed the road where my car is a while back.

Why we headed toward the swamp?

- Will you stop with the damn questions already?

- Not until you tell me where the hell we going,

'cause last I checked, I wasn't a prisoner,

and I wasn't under nobody's arrest.

- Do you want me to put the cuffs on you?

- No. - Then shut the hell up.

We almost there.

? ?

- That fucking ho.

Yo, Saint is gonna kill her ass.

His ass, too.

- Should we call him? - Nah.

With Jean locked up, he got bigger things

to worry about than this trick.

He have to turn around.

By the time he get here, they already gone.

[sighs] Fuck, if we wait till later,

she's going to lie her ass out of it like she always do.

- Say what?

- What's that?

- I got an idea. You hear me?

- What-what-what are we doing here?

- [sighs] Get out. - No, no, no, no, no, no.

Something about all this don't seem right.

I'm going to stay right here. - Get out of the fucking car.

- But-but-but you supposed to be an officer of the law.

Come on. - God damn it.

Skunk, get out of the fucking car.

Get in the truck.

[seat belt clicks]

You're going to be dead

you don't do what the fuck I tell you.

Get in the truck.

He's right.

You are supposed to be the law, Clay.

[both mouthing words]

- [whispering] Housekeeping or maintenance?

- Maintenance. - You're maintenance.

[knock at door]

- Hola, se�or,maintenance.

Here to fix the leak from your faucet.

- Who is it?

- Maintenance, se�or.

- What the fuck?

- Aah! [camera shutter clicking]

- Yo, give me that camera!

- Get out of here! Go! - Give me that camera!

- I got you!

- God. - Fuck!

? ?

- Big Shirley?

- And you were expecting who, Rihanna?

- Floyd.

- Get in.

? ?

Buckle up.

You and I have some things we need to discuss.

- Like what?

- Pierre LeBlanc.

- I-I don't-I don't know anything about Pierre LeBlanc.

- I saw the surveillance camera, Skunk.

So let's not you and I play games with each other.

And don't you try none of that "jumping out the car" shit

that you did with Jean...

because I promise you, baby, I'm a much better shot.

- [sighs]

? ?

[engine turning over]

? ?

- ? All I know is my mama, all I know is my kin ?

? All I know is my family ?

? Burn the city down about them ?

? Gave the Lord my troubles ?

? God forgive me my sins ?

? But when it comes to my family ?

? Burn the city down about them ?

? Turn the lights out ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? 'Less the family in it ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? 'Less the family in it, turn the lights out ?

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