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Honestly, I don't know what would've happened to me

if she wasn't there. - Who?

Hi. I'm Paris. Nice to meet you, Champ.

I didn't bring you here from LA

for you to tell me there are no guarantees.

- Under HIPAA laws-- - Find the damn donor.

I'll do some digging around, see what I can find.

You want a war with me? Well, you got one.

I need you to kill Junior. - Okay.

Sonya?

How you doing, nephew?

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Y'all ready? ♪

♪ Let's get this money, money ♪

♪ We got a mansion in Dubai ♪

♪ And our wardrobe keep us fly ♪

♪ We know you like it, hey ♪

♪ We know you like it, yeah

♪ We always winning, and that's no lie ♪

♪ You really wish you had our life ♪

♪ We know you like it, hey ♪

♪ We know you like it ♪

♪ It's the family business ♪

♪ Ah, na, na, na ♪

♪ Family business ♪

♪ If one win, we all win ♪

♪ Oh, no, ah ♪

♪ Family business ♪

- No, stop, stop. - What?

Are you crazy?

What the hell?

Are you crazy, huh?

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

No, I'm trying to save your life.

Save my life?

What are you talking about?

Did LC put a hit out on me?

No, LC put one out on your son.

Larry's in there now...

and he is here to take Junior out.

Larry Larry?

You remember when you were a kid

and I used to pick you up from school sometimes

and you always wanted to try the swings?

Yeah.

But you were afraid,

'cause nobody else would push your big ass.

But I did.

You were afraid.

I told you to hang on. Hang on, nephew.

Whee!

You remember that, huh? - Yeah.

Then you started to like that shit.

Whee!

Oh, nephew...

you want to know something?

This is gonna hurt me...

a whole lot more than it hurts you.

I love you, Uncle Larry.

And I hate you...

because I love you.

And I always have.

You have a funny way of showing it,

with your finger on the trigger and a gun pointed at my head.

I know, right?

But it makes sense, right?

For the crazy guy in the house

to be the motherfucker doing this shit to you.

- We got to do something! - No.

- We got to do something! - No, baby.

You can't go in there. That man is crazy.

If you go in there, he'll kill you, too.

He will kill you, too!

I don't give a damn about that!

I am not afraid of Larry,

and I'm not gonna let anything happen to my son.

No. No!

No, Donna! No, Donna, stop!

No, no, no, no.

No!

No, no.

Baby, look at me.

I didn't put my life on the line,

I didn't risk everything, betray LC,

just to lose you now.

I can't lose you now. We have to get out of here.

- Please! - We got to go. Junior is dead.

And there's nothing more you can do.

We have to go.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Yeah, hey.

Hey, sweetie.

I'm just about to go inside.

Good. Well, good luck.

Is Orlando with you?

No, I told him to stay at the hospital.

Vincent needs him more.

Yeah, no doubt about that.

Are you sure you don't need me to go in with you?

No, honey, you have enough to deal with.

Um, why don't we meet down at the hospital later?

Okay, I can do that.

You know, it's times like these I actually wish

Harris was still here.

He would have taken care of all this.

He did have his usefulness.

But, no, honey, I have everything I need right here.

I hope so.

Look, baby, let me get inside and take care of this.

I'll see you later at the hospital, okay?

I love you.

I love you, too.

Let's go.

I'm gonna need those reports by 12:00,

so please get those for me, all right?

And if--

Mrs. Duncan, hi.

Uh, what a pleasant surprise.

I wasn't expecting to see you here.

You're, um, not on my calendar, right?

That's because I don't have an appointment...

Chris, but I do need to see you.

It's very important.

Whatever you need, Mrs. Duncan,

you know I can get it handled for you.

You were very, um, instrumental

in assisting us in that last major endeavor

with the senator.

- Yes, ma'am. - Yeah.

Um, but our family needs you again...

this time to handle something even bigger.

Well, they don't call me The Fixer for nothing.

Let's go talk about it.

Um, Renee, hold all my calls, please.

Right this way. - Ah, thank you.

So... what's going on?

What the fuck are we doing here, Rob?

To calm your nerves.

We can't go back to the house.

Larry might still be there.

Oh, fuck Larry.

I'm not scared of him.

Yeah, well, I am.

And you should be, too.

There's not many people who scare me,

but that crazy motherfucker scares the shit out of me.

I should have shot his ass the chance I had.

Maybe, but there's--

there's a difference between catching him off guard

while he's smoking a cigar in a Jacuzzi

and meeting him out on the street.

Junior and The Alliance--they were playing a dangerous game.

You can't tell me you didn't expect blowback

for killing Brother Minister and now Juan, too.

Yeah.

But I didn't think LC was gonna kill Junior.

He's his son.

But he betrayed him, and he stole $140 million.

He's lucky it took this long.

Whose side are you on, Rob?

Baby, I am always on your side,

but facts are facts.

If you betray LC...

if LC didn't do something about Junior,

then The Table would.

You know that.

So this is Antonio's fault, isn't it?

I don't know.

But I told you in the beginning,

you can't beat LC this way.

He's been around too long, been through too many wars.

You have to outthink him.

That's the same thing Junior said...

but I didn't listen.

My God...

Junior is really dead.

No, I-I have to go back to the house.

No, no, we can't go back to the house.

No.

We can't go back for a while, honey.

We can't.

You know this weight is not yours to carry alone, Consuela.

It feels that way, Marco.

Your words might sound nice,

but they cannot penetrate my frozen heart...

that wants revenge so bad.

So that's why I need you to leave me alone

so that I can deal with my sorrows.

Sometimes being weak...

isn't a lack of strength...

But a show of trust in the ones around you.

Come back to Mexico with me.

You'll have a fortress around you.

I will have all of Mexico on alert.

We will shield you while you are healing, hermana.

Fuck Mexico.

There's nothing in Mexico for me.

All I have is Nevada and my work.

And I need to stay focused

so that I don't let my mind wander.

I saw them.

I saw them with my own eyes kill my husband.

And you're telling me that I can't get it back in blood?

Is that what you're telling me?

I am sorry.

I truly am sorry,

but I can't have you going rogue.

What?

I need you to call your son.

I need you to reel him in. He's out of control.

He put his hands on me today,

and my boy is really upset about it.

That...

that's not gonna fucking happen.

Oh.

Look, as it stands, you're the only one he'll listen to,

so I'm gonna have to insist.

You can insist all you want,

but it's not gonna happen.

My son is dead thanks to you!

Excuse me? Did you say he's dead?

Yes, yes, yes!

LC sent his brother to kill him!

And you...

you're probably next, yeah.

Donna, let me ask you-- are you 100%,

100% sure that Junior Duncan is dead?

Motherfucker, what part of "he's dead"

don't you understand?

So now what are we going to do about it?

You know, I didn't know he had the guts to do it,

to tell you the truth.

LC made it more personal than I thought he ever would.

Look at that.

- Yeah, you think? - Yeah.

The man just had his son killed.

He doesn't give a shit.

This just means that we have to be more cautious.

No love lost.

Maybe we lay low for a couple days,

wait for things to calm down.

What's the big deal? - Hell, no.

Hell, no.

Nobody sat around doing nothing

when they shot up your precious Dominique,

so I'll be damned...

if I sit back and twiddle my thumbs about my son!

That's not the same!

Like hell it was!

Yes!

LC...

LC is gonna pay!

And so is crazy-ass Larry.

And if you don't want to help me...

you gonna pay, too, motherfucker.

Pay attention. Pay attention. Watch what I do.

Watch this, right here, and then--

both: Boom! - Hit the shit out of that boy.

You see that? - Yeah.

I just want to know, did I have to watch the previous fight--

I needed you to watch it all. It was all necessary.

There's somebody at the door.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I want you to stay.

I want you to pay attention to old-school greatness

right here. - But I--

- Shh! Watch and learn. - I'ma just chill.

- Good morning, sunshine. - The fuck are you doing here?

What the-- - Hey, girl.

- Hey. You ready? - Yeah, yep.

- Where you going? - Out with Paris.

We have so much planned-- spa, nails, dinner, club.

- Huh. - But don't worry.

I won't get her into too much trouble.

- Yep. See you later. - Oh, yeah, uh...

Yay.

Bye.

I missed you.

Fuck!

Ah...

Yo, what happened?

Paris Duncan-- that's what happened.

Oh, man, forget her.

Look, we got plans of our own.

What kind of plans?

Just got an invite

to an exclusive members-only club.

♪ Please let me go, let me go, let me go ♪

♪ I am innocent, I am innocent ♪

♪ Please let me, please let me, please let me go ♪

You have a visitor. Hands.

You can leave us alone with my client now.

Hello, Randy.

Who are you?

I can be either friend or foe.

The choice is entirely up to you.

I can't bother with no fuckery.

You're a smart man. Think about it.

Sonya.

Sonya!

No, wait.

You stay here. I'll go upstairs.

It's okay.

I thought I told you to stay downstairs.

I want to see my son.

Now open that door, or I will.

Wait, wait.

Okay.

Where are they?

They must have sent a clean-up crew

to get rid of the bodies and any evidence.

But why leave Junior's gun?

They were sending a message.

What message is that?

Junior's dead.

And if you don't act right...

you'll be next.

♪ This ain't a phase, just straight grab for my chain ♪

All right, beautiful people.

♪ Huh, bad streets, wild girls, big dreams ♪

Now, I have some very important clients

coming in tonight, and you know what I expect of you.

Now, I need you girls to be extra, extra special

to them, okay?

Showtime.

Ramón! - This way, gentlemen.

- Welcome to the Hellfire Club. - Okay.

It is an honor to have you here

for the next six hours, Mr. Boyd.

Please, call me Bobby.

Okay, Bobby. Your wish is our command.

All right.

Enjoy, gentlemen.

Uh...

Cornelius? - Yes, sir?

I don't think this is a good idea.

Just got out the doghouse with Karrin.

No, Bobby, this is exactly what you need.

- Is it? - Yeah, man.

Can't be going into the fight all stressed out.

- Right, right. - You know?

Yeah, I hear you, I hear you. I just, uh...

Yeah, hey.

Um, it just that, you know, I'm, uh--

I'm engaged.

Well, the last time I checked...

being engaged doesn't mean you're married.

You know what I'm saying?

So what kind of friend can you be to a man like me?

You're a pretty woman.

It's been a long time.

You want to be that kind of friend?

- What did you say? - Well, take one more step.

I got this.

I haven't been that kind of friend

I haven't been that kind of friend

to anyone but my husband in a long time.

No, we have a...

different kind of connection.

- Yeah, like what? - Blood connection.

I'm the grandmother to your nephew.

You're a Duncan?

Orlando Duncan is my son.

Fuck the Duncans, and fuck you.

So what you want?

My grandson, you nephew Vincent, is on his deathbed.

He needs a bone-marrow transplant.

What happened to my sister?

She's hiding from the Italians.

What do you mean "hiding"? She married to one of them.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

She killed Vinnie Dash to be with my son,

the father of her child.

Oh, man, wicked.

Lord.

Hmm.

So you say my nephew is dying?

Yes.

And from what I gather,

I hear that you're the only one that can save him.

Well, you know, more life come with a price.

I was hoping that you would do it on the strength

that he is your family.

- Family? - Yeah.

Family. A joke.

No, man, family not care about me.

I mean, we can work something out, yeah?

Well, I'm sure that if you can take me

out of solitary confinement,

I'm sure you can manage a better facility, right?

Place with more space, where I have more freedom.

If I have to be in a box,

I'd rather be in a better box than this.

Yeah, sure.

We can make some sort of arrangement.

Mm. Well, the sooner, the better,

because we don't want my nephew...

your grandson, to die.

I was just saying we can put the game on.

I don't understand why we can't put the game on.

- Bobby, man. - What?

Look, everybody's in the back having a good time.

I know everybody--

I'm over here having a good time.

You sitting over there by yourself.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm. - So what you gonna do, man?

I see you keep looking at her.

Yeah.

I mean, damn, she is fine. - She's fine. Oof.

Is that gonna be your first choice?

Maybe.

I don't know. She might be.

Is everything to your liking, Mr. Boyd?

- Is this for me? - It's for you.

Thank you very much. Yes, this is--this is, uh--

I mean, what's not to like? This is amazing.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, thank you.

- Yeah, anytime. - Yep.

That's a starter right there.

So much scattered ass.

Come on, Champ.

All right, all right, here we go.

Mm.

Hey.

Hey, do your thing, Champ. - Yes, sir.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, there. - Hey.

What's your name?

- Chelsea. - Chelsea.

You look like a Chelsea.

- Mm, do I, now? - Yes, you do.

Okay.

So...

you want to go to the back?

I'd like to go to the back.

- You'd like to go to the back? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, my.

Look at your boy.

He's back to normal already.

Oh.

Mm.

Nice.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ooh.

That tickles. That--Yeah.

Oh, don't tell me Bobby the Beast is shy.

No, no, no, I'm not--definitely not, uh, shy.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I'm--I'm good.

- Did I do something wrong? - No.

Because if you're not feeling this,

then you can choose another-- - No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's not you. You're--you're great.

You're amazing. I just, um...

If I'm being honest,

I'd love to just kind of sit here and maybe talk.

- "Talk"? - Yeah, talk.

A-and don't worry--you still gonna get one hell of a tip,

because that's how Bobby the Beast do.

I just--I need to know that, uh, this conversation

is gonna stay between us.

No worries here.

What happens in the bedrooms stays in the bedrooms--

house rules and my personal motto.

Okay.

Now, what did you want to talk about?

Um...

You ever been in love, Chelsea?

♪ Yo, I just want to chill, let's talk ♪

♪ Can I get to know you? ♪

♪ And, baby, you can keep your clothes on ♪

♪ I ain't one of those dudes ♪

Hey, I'm gonna borrow her for one second.

- Hey. - One second.

♪ I'm not one of those dudes ♪

♪ I just want to chill, let's talk ♪

♪ Can I get to know you? ♪

Max is so fast--

♪ And, baby, you can keep your clothes on ♪

♪ I just want to chill, let's talk ♪

♪ Can I get to know you? ♪

I think you next. You down?

♪ I ain't one of those dudes ♪

♪ You stay on my mind, by my side ♪

♪ Like a woman supposed to ♪

♪ I just want to chill, let's talk ♪

Damn, girl, you might be dangerous.

♪ I'm not one of those dudes ♪

Oh, my goodness. There she is.

Bobby.

It was a pleasure entertaining you and your boys.

Yeah, listen, the pleasure was all ours, wasn't it, boys?

all: Yes.

So my girls were very good to you guys?

Oh, yeah.

Well, I hope you can come back and celebrate with us

after your big fight. - I will.

- We definitely will. - That's for sure.

- All right, thank you. - Have a good night, Bobby.

- All right, you too. - Bye, boys.

Bye.

We came, we saw, we conquered.

Yeah.

- Whoo. - Ah.

I'll be back for sure.

I'll be back.

Y'all got some Gatorade? I'm, like--

Listen, listen, listen.

Man, I hope you have enough energy for the fight.

Listen, I feel a little dehydrated, fellas.

This is how we get down.

Y'all new to the team. Y'all new to the team.

But what I want y'all to understand is,

this is how we get down.

This is the kind of shit we do. - Hey, meet us--

Now, this ain't every weekend.

- Meet us at the house. - But it's an occasional--

Hope you boys had fun.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

You lying, cheating son of a bitch!

Baby, listen, it's not what you think.

Oh, it's not? 'Cause it looks like she just caught

your ass red-handed coming out of a brothel.

Will you stay out of this, please?

How could you even do this to me, Bobby?

- Babe, let me-- - Don't.

Okay. Okay, I'm sorry. I won't touch you.

Just listen to me, okay?

I didn't do anything in there, all right?

I think you coming out of there explains enough.

Look, K, you deserve so much better than this, sis.

You mind your fucking business, please?

- Gonna use violence? - Let's just go.

Baby.

Babe, can I-- Just let me explain.

Please, don't leave.

Baby!

- Come on, Champ. - Come on, Bobby.

Just take it to the crib. - We'll figure it out.

This is bullshit--I told you I don't want to go

to no fucking brothel. - My bad.

Damn right it's your bad, man.

Oh, shit.

Nevada, Nevada, come here.

What?

Look who's coming to the door.

Uncle Larry.

Do you think he, uh-- - Yes.

Don't you see that crazy look in his face?

- Yeah. - It's the same look

he used to give when me and Paris were kids.

And we would overhear Mom and Pop talk about,

Uncle Larry done killed another one.

So, Uncle Junior?

Uncle Larry really did it?

- Look, you answer the door. - No, you do it.

What?

I can't be his first point of contact

after something like this.

I mean, despite everything he did...

I really love--

I really loved Uncle Junior.

Yes, we all did. That's why Paris isn't here--

Yo--

Fuck.

Oh, hey, Uncle Larry. How you doing?

Hey, kiddo.

I've been better.

Is my brother around?

Yeah, he's, uh-- he's in the office.

Yeah.

Thanks, kiddo. - Mm-hmm.

Got to make it quick, Bobby.

I'm at work.

This crazy-ass girl of yours, man, she driving me crazy.

Who? What are you talking about?

Paris Duncan, that is who. You know what she did?

She comes to my house with Karrin.

Yeah, that's some messy shit right there, isn't it?

Yeah, you damn right.

So what is it exactly that you want me to do about this?

Put her in a time-out?

I don't give a shit what you do about it.

I just need you to do something,

because you brought her into my life.

And you made the decision to sleep with her.

You know the beautiful ones are always a little crazy.

What did Paris do exactly?

Are you not listening to me?

I told you, she rolls up on me with my fiancée.

Did she have a gun? Did she shoot at you?

- No, she didn't have a-- - Then call me when she does.

That's when you should be afraid.

Right now Paris is just having a little fun.

But, remember,

she did blow up my hotel room with me in it.

Be careful.

God--

What's going on?

Wasn't--wasn't that Uncle Larry?

Yeah.

Hmm.

I think we might've just lost a brother.

Damn.

You serious?

I don't joke about things like that.

Well, you don't seem so broken up about it.

Hmm.

I guess it's just, right, wrong, or indifferent,

I love my family.

But we definitely have our issues,

especially when it comes to loyalty.

I love Junior...

but he's the one that made this a him-versus-us scenario,

and I'm always gonna choose us.

You might want to remember that, little brother.

So that war going on that everybody's talking about

with Junior, is it over now?

You're so cute.

Such an optimist.

Stick around, baby bro. We'll all learn soon enough.

Mom, Dad's back.

I heard the door.

How did he look?

Like someone who just killed somebody he didn't want to.

I just don't know.

I know your father wanted to get back into LC's graces,

but I just don't know if this was the way to do it.

I know.

But something had to be done, for the family's sake.

I want to agree, but it's so hard.

Junior's family.

I know Junior family...

but...

with Junior alive...

none of us was really safe.

You've done enough.

You should go before they realize you're gone.

I know you don't believe me...

But I do love you.

That's the problem, Rob.

I do believe you.

I just don't know if I have any more love to give.

Is he dead yet?

Is my son dead?

Close your eyes, nephew.

Close them.

Yeah, I got you.

My wife is upstairs.

I need you to promise me that you're not gonna hurt her.

She's pregnant.

We're having a baby girl.

I accept the fact that I'm never gonna meet her.

Please tell Pop to take care of her.

She's a Duncan.

And I'm sure she's gonna make him a lot prouder

than I ever did.

So pull the fucking trigger.

Trigger pulled, motherfucker.

Oh, shit.

That's fucked up, nephew.

You had to bring your daughter into this shit.

Like it wasn't hard enough?

Had nothing to do with the baby.

Where's your fucking empathy, damn it?

You were my favorite.

You were my favorite nephew.

What the fuck?

You broke my heart.

You broke my fucking heart.

Sonya? Sonya!

Sonya! - Get it off me.

- Oh, shit. - Get this off of me.

I'm sorry. Jesus.

All right, I'm here. I'm here.

Come here, come here, I got you.

Come here, I got you. - Get it off.

Okay. Okay.

Baby, baby, are you okay? - No, I'm not okay, Junior!

- Did he hurt you? - Do I look okay to you?

He didn't hurt you, right?

It's okay. I'm here.

Oh.

What the hell, Junior?

Our daughter's gonna be born in utter chaos.

Why, Junior?

Because of you!

Because you keep making bad decision

after bad decision!

Dominique is dead.

Juan is dead.

And The Brotherhood want to see you dead,

and now so does your family,

and The Table want to see you dead.

It's too much, Junior. It's too much.

The chaos that we're living in is not my fault.

It's because of Antonio.

The Alliance--they've been making moves behind my back.

Are you trying to say it's not your fault?

That was you who made the decision

to get in bed with them.

Oh, God.

Get off me.

If I knew my life was gonna be like this,

if I knew this baby's life was gonna be like this,

I would have stayed at the Duncans'

where I could be safe with your parents.

Sonya, you know that Chippy is not my real--

Shut up!

You better shut up. Chippy is your mama.

She raised you, Junior.

She gave you everything she had.

You're not gonna do this.

You're not gonna keep using this.

You use it as an excuse every time you can.

And now you're gonna turn into some villain your own self.

This is not who I married.

You got your wife and your baby tied up?

Who are you?

Um...

I'm sorry, LC.

I couldn't do it.

I tried...

but, um...

I love that boy, and I...

I couldn't--

I, uh--I couldn't do it.

I, um...

Don't worry, Larry.

I couldn't expect you to do what I couldn't.

We'll just have to find another way.

♪ Get it ♪

♪ Get it, get it, get it ♪

- ♪ Action - ♪ Turn the lights on ♪

♪ Turn up for the team, buy up all the drinks ♪

♪ We don't need a reason, we just need the cream ♪

♪ Turn up for the team, we live in a dream ♪

♪ Single for the weekend, turn up for... ♪