All language subtitles for The Family Business NO s01e05 The Hunt is On.eng

- 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]

? ?

- 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]

? ?

- 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.

? ?

- 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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