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- Previously,
on "The Family Business"...

- To help us celebrate
the grand opening

of the new
Duncan Motors Headquarters.

You just killed your brother.

- It's this new drug
Uncle Orlando invented.

It's better
than crack, heroine,

and methamphetamine combined.

- Then tell me more.

- You're gonna be
the sole distributor

of HEAT in South Florida.

- No, no, no, no, no--

- No.

- Shoot him.

- No, you mother--

- It's time for the world
to find out

that Vegas isn't
the only badass in the family.

- A job for you, Sasha.

- I have nothing to live for

but to take revenge
on the Duncans.

- Mom, please.

Don't kill my grandpa.

- Hey, let's go, damn it.
- Get off of me!

- Are you out of your--
crazy, huh?

Are you--

Bitch, are you out of your--
whoa!

- Yeah, I'm out
of my fucking mind.

Get your ass back 'cause
I will blow your damn head off.

- Okay, wait--

Whoa, baby, now listen to me
very carefully.

Slow down, okay?
'Cause you don't wanna do this.

- Why don't I?

Everybody already thinks
I'm crazy.

Hell, you even think I'm crazy.

Me, the one who stood by you,
who had your damn babies,

and has been
your punching bag forever.

- Baby, listen to me.
I love you.

Yeah, and you love me,
and we have kids,

and you don't wanna do anything
here that you're gonna regret.

- Don't talk to me
about regrets, Harris,

because I regret the day that
I brought you around my family.

You're never gonna be a Duncan.

I regret every day
of my life with you.

- Baby, you don't mean this--
- Mommy?

- Come here, come here,
come here, baby.

Come here.

You regret everything?

Now you're not gonna shoot me

in front of our daughter,
are you?

What the fuck is wrong
with you?

And what you looking at me
like that for?

- Dreaming about me killing you
again, aren't you?

- Yeah.

You know you wouldn't kill me,

and not in front
of our daughter.

- Hmm, I really should have.

Mariah'd get over it.
She is a Duncan.

- You know you're
a crazy bitch.

Complete loony tune.

You know what they say
about crazy people.

- No, what do they say?

- Well, we're not really
responsible for our actions.

And if you piss one of us off,

you might wanna sleep
with one eye open.

There's so many ways.

So many ways...

to kill a person
when they're asleep.

By the way,
your breakfast is ready.

I made you pancakes personally.

They really are to die for.

- I don't want no damn pancakes
now, London.

- Honey, Orlando and Rob are
waiting for us downstairs.

- Thanks, I'll be right down.

- Hard to believe that
only a few months ago,

she tried to kill us.

Now she's like family.

- I ain't saying all that.

- That woman will
never be my family.

- Well, maybe so,

but she'll always
be his family.

Hmm, come on, L.C.
Look at him.

He loves her
and she loves him.

I think it worked out better

than any of us
could have envisioned.

- Are you forgetting
she killed Trent?

She almost killed Orlando.

If it wasn't for you,

she would've put a bullet
through my head.

- Honey, I won't be
forgetting that.

I will never forget that.

You have any idea what
was going through my head

when I thought Orlando
was killed and you might die?

But what she did was tame

compared to
what I would have done.

- Of that, I have no doubt.
- Mm.

Well, honey, you have to also
understand my compassion

for her.

Remember, it was our daughter

who started this mess
in the first place.

Killing her son.

Consuela's gotten past
her anger and hurt

with the help of Nevada.

Maybe we should
get past ours as well.

- You're probably right.
- Mm-hmm.

- All right.

- See you in a minute.

- I love you too.

- Permiso, Snow's on the phone.

- Gracias.

Son, I just need to take a call
for five minutes.

- Yeah.
- I love you.

I'll be right back.

- I'll get it set up.
- Thank you.

Snow, cómo estás?
Have you collected my money?

- Not exactly.
They're refusing to pay.

- Oh, really?

Well, you tell him
that I said--

- Consuela, you can
tell him yourself.

You're on speakerphone.

- Ricardo, why are you messing
with my money?

- What money
is that, Consuela?

I don't have an agreement
with you.

My agreement is with Alejandro.
There's a dispute.

Put him on the phone,
and I'll deal with him

man to man as I always have.

- I want my money.

You do not know
who you're playing with.

- You want that money, woman?
Come get it.

Without Alejandro
and the cartels backing you,

you are nothing more
than an overpriced bedwarmer.

- You puto.
I will see you soon.

- I look forward to it.
But wear something sexy.

Because I'm gonna bend you
over my desk

and I'm gonna fuck you
like Alejandro should have.

- We will see
who fucks who first.

- Orale, puta.

- Same time next week,
Ms. Duncan?

- You know it.
Thanks.

- It's about damn time.
I texted your ass an hour ago.

What the hell are you
doing here anyway?

- I was seeing my therapist.

I'm sorry it took too long, but
we were working on some issues.

- Well, I hope
it did you some good

'cause your ass
needs therapy.

- It's funny you say that
because I feel better.

It's the best doctor
I've had in six months.

Dr. Jones is the shit.

He really knows how to get
to the bottom of the issue.

- Your next appointment
is here, Dr. Jones.

Thank you, Janis.

Ooh.

Don't worry, yo.
I got Paris and Sasha on Rocco.

I'm on my way back to the boat

as soon as I drop Sonya off
at work.

- You should have been
at the boat early this morning.

And that Rocco thing

should have been
taken care of weeks ago.

I need you to focus, man.

You got your head
so far up Sonya's ass

you can't do your job.

- Hey, watch your mouth.
I do my job.

And Sonya ain't got shit
to do with this.

Trust me.
I'm on it.

- You slipping, Junior.

If you were on it,

you wouldn't be taking
your girlfriend to work.

You would be at the boat
getting shit ready.

- I'm on it.

- Hey, baby.
- Hey.

- Mmm, I missed you last night.

- I miss you all the time.

- Did you get everything ready
for your dad's big meeting?

- Yeah, everything's okay
and ready to go.

- Thank you all
for coming today.

I'm sorry
for the inconvenience.

You cell phones
and electronical devices

will be returned to you
after the meeting.

- Is all this
really necessary?

I mean, I run my business
on my phone.

- Hell yeah, it's necessary if
you wanna attend this meeting.

Now you could be here
without your phone,

or you could take your ass
outside with your phone.

My man.

And next time you come
to one of our meetings,

put a damn shirt on.

Ladies and gentlemen,
there's food for everyone.

Mr. Duncan will be
with you shortly.

Thank you.

Oh, Rocco.

- Shit, there's somebody
in here.

- Oh, no.
Don't stop on our account.

We was enjoying the show.
Ain't that right, Paris?

You know, you two
should be on Pornhub.

Oh.

- Seriously, I wouldn't do that
if I were you

'cause I have no problem
blowing your ass away.

- Please don't shoot.
We don't want no trouble.

I've got about a grand
in my purse,

and he's got another 5,000
in his bedside table.

I just gave it to him.
- Oh, what the fuck, Terry?

- They've got guns,
and I don't wanna die,

so give them what they want
so they can leave.

- Yeah, Rocco, "Give us
what we want so we can leave."

- Yeah, I would if I knew
what the fuck you wanted.

- They want my money, Rocco.

- Give me the money
or the product.

- I don't have the product
or the money.

So you're gonna have to give me
more time, or kill us.

- Rocco!
- Shut up, Terry.

They're not gonna kill us.

Do you have any idea
how many cameras are in

and around this building?

Let alone the 114th precinct
right up the block?

They kill us now,

they're gonna be
all over the00 news.

Say cheese.

- Oh, you're shy now, huh?

- Oh, yeah.
- Come on, don't be shy.

Pretty, yeah.

- Mm-hmm, ooh, he got some
good ass muscles on him.

- You wanna take her home?
- Mm-hmm.

Can I take him home?
- Let me see, let me see.

Oh, yeah--oh, yeah, that's it.
- That's good.

You know, even in this light,

I could tell
that's Joey Baggs' wife.

Yo, if Rocco don't wanna pay,
then maybe Joey Baggs will?

- Yeah, if he doesn't pay
for the HEAT,

he'll definitely pay
for the pictures.

- Jesus, Rocco, will you
give them the damn money?

- I don't have the money.
I lost it in a poker game.

- You lost 100 grand
playing poker?

- I had a full house,
aces over twos.

- Damn, talk about a bad beat.
- You know what?

Fuck it, come on, y'all.
Let's go find Joey.

He hangs out on Mach Street

over at
the Social Peacock Club.

Let's go.
- Rocco.

- Rio, come on, man.

Come on, man.
We could work something out.

- Like what?

By the looks of this place,
it looks like

you ain't got shit to offer.

At least nothing
worth 100 grand.

- What I have to offer

is worth way more
than 100 grand to you.

- Like what?

- You guys got big money
on Michael Diamond's head

for killing Lou Duncan, right?

Well...

I could tell you
where to find Michael Diamond.

- Start talking, bitch.

- You know,
before we get started,

I want to thank each of you
for joining us today.

I also wanna thank
my son-in-law, Harris Grant,

for putting in the hard work
and getting each of you here.

So...welcome.

Okay, now that we've

gotten the pleasantries
out of the way,

let's get down to business.

The reason
you're all here today

is not just because
we do business together.

It's because we do a lot
of business together.

Each of you
over the past six months

have sold more HEAT than, well,
we could have anticipated.

You've all demanded more,

so we're here to make
that demand a reality.

- We're ramping up production.

All of you will receive a 40%
increase starting next week,

and we're cutting your price
points down 10% per unit.

Now considering that
most of you are selling

way above our suggested
retail price,

I'm sure that will make
you all very, very happy.

Mwah.

40% is nice, but...

I need a 300% increase.

Sebastian?

- Now that's what the fuck
I'm talking about.

- All right.
Everybody?

The demand for HEAT
is overwhelming,

and my people are losing money.

- How in the hell are you
losing money, Bernie?

Your people sell out
every week.

This is true.

But you can never get back

the money you would have made
yesterday in this business.

So everything we can't
get back is a loss.

And with that mindset,

all of us have lost millions.

- I understand
the sentiment, Bernie,

but, uh, we're doing
the best we can.

- Well, I hate
to say this, L.C.,

but maybe your best
isn't good enough?

- Excuse me?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

- I mean no disrespect.

You are sitting on a gold mine.

I just wish to suggest
that maybe

this is too big
for a family venture.

Perhaps it is time to bring
some of your good friends in

on the manufacturing side
as partners.

I'm sure any number of us

would be willing to help
an old friend.

- Oh, I don't mind
lending a hand.

Let me make myself clear.

HEAT belongs to the Duncans.

It was invented by the Duncans,

and it is manufactured by us,

and only us.

And anyone who doesn't
understand that

gonna have a problem.

Am I making myself clear?

- I see your girlfriend's
waiting for you again.

- She's not my girlfriend.
She's just a friend.

- If you say so.

- Are you gonna pick me up
after practice?

- No, your grandmother
will pick you up.

I have to go back
to California on business.

- You do?
Can I go with you?

- No, not this time.

You have school to go to,

and I'm gonna be gone
for at least a week.

We'll go to California together
when you get out of school.

I promise.

- All right.
- Okay?

- I understand.
- Oh, I know you do.

And that's why
I love you so much.

- I love you too, Mom.
- You go have fun, son.

- I thought the meeting
went well.

What about you?

- Yeah, it did go well.

In fact, I don't think
it could've gone any better.

- What about
your friend Bernie?

He seemed to be
a little irritated.

- Bernie's of no concern.
He's just making noise.

- Yeah, but the guy
moves a ton of weight, L.C.

- I've known Bernie 30 years.

He's just a middle man looking

to get his hands
in our pockets.

As long as we control HEAT,

Bernie's a non-factor.

However,
I am a little concerned

about this Sebastian fellow.

- Yeah.

- How well do you know him?

- Well, he's a friend of Rio's
from Florida.

He's ambitious,
that's for sure.

Runs the club industry
in Miami.

- Yeah, and talk
about moving product,

The guy's moved a ton of
product in the last few months.

- Harris is right, he's gotta
have one hell of an operation.

- You trust him?

- I don't trust anybody
outside the family.

But he's got a thing for Rio.
I can ask him.

- Have our people down there
keep an eye on him.

Also send Paris and Rio down,

do a little reconnaissance.

I wanna know everything
there is to know

about this Sebastian.

- Gentlemen,
I'm impressed.

Great meeting.

I didn't wanna disturb you,

but I was asked to deliver this
to you personally.

- Thanks, Ron.

- What is it, Pop?
- It's an invitation.

You and I are invited
to Consuela's brother,

Señor Marco Cruz's house
for dinner

tomorrow in Mexico.

- I don't think
that's a good idea.

You sure that's something
we wanna do?

- Listen, considering
Marco Cruz can't travel

and his cartels are your
largest clientele for HEAT,

it'll be a sign of disrespect
if you don't go.

Understand?

- So much for this meeting

turning out better
than expected.

- Hey, Mr. Williams in 302
wanted to see you.

- You always setting me up.
I don't appreciate--

- He said he wanted--
"Can you bring her in?"

- Hey, Junior.
- Hey, Jazz.

- Ooh, Junior,
when you gonna bring

that cute brother
of yours around?

- Right now, he's not so cute.
Trust me.

Sorry I'm late, baby.
- It's okay.

- Are you ready to go?
- Yes.

Jazz, I gotta go.

It's time for me to go home
and feed my man.

I got a roast in the slow
cooker with his name on it.

- Mm-hmm, rub it in,
why don't you?

Wish I had me a fine ass man
to cook for.

- Yeah, bye, girl.
- Bye, you two.

- Whoa, whoa.
Look at my beautiful angel.

Anybody ever tell you
you look just like your daddy?

Huh?
Is that cupcake good?

And you killing it, huh?

- There's a plate for you
in the microwave.

- Oh, well, thank you,
little angel.

Oh, Daddy is starving.

Oh, chippy, chippy, chippy.

You always know
exactly how I like it.

- Grammy didn't make
that steak for you.

Mommy did.

- Who made it?
- Mommy.

Right before her and Grandma
went out back

to get in the Jacuzzi.

- So Mama made this one?
Not...

Hell no.

I mean--I mean, no, no, Daddy
can't eat that heavy, though.

You know, it's too heavy.
Daddy eat that right now?

Go to bed, and he be like--

Blow on right out the room.

Daddy can't eat that.
Daddy gonna go for some cereal.

- Okay.

- Yeah, did you see Mama
when she made it?

- Yeah, she put some
special sauce on it

and some seasoning.

- Did you taste it?

- No, she said
it was just for you.

- Whoa.

- That's what
I'm talking about.

You saw that three?
- Yeah, he's good, he's good.

- What's up, Pop?
- Hey, son.

Damn, boy.
Just what you wearing?

- Come on, man.
This is my new coat.

- Yeah, it's a little flashy,
ain't it?

- That's all right.
I'm going out to have some fun.

Hey, you know we supposed
to be getting ready to go out

to the club with Rob, Kennedy,
and the twins

like we talked about.

Killing two birds
with one stone?

Don't get too comfortable
here on this couch.

They'll be here in 10 minutes.

What you waiting for?

- I think I'm gonna
sit this one out.

Sonya and I are gonna
watch a movie here with Pop.

I think I'm gonna head back
to her place.

- What?

You could watch
a movie anytime.

This is business.
- I think you can handle it.

You're the CEO.
I'm just a security chief.

Wining and dining people
at the Hellfire Club

is not in my job description.

- You're right.
I am the CEO.

Of a business!

And you sitting here
talking about some girl?

When you gonna realize

you're wasting your time
with this woman, man?

On the couch watching--
- Orlando, hey, hey, hey!

- Come on, Pop.
He sitting here watching--

- Apologize to your brother.

Sonya has done nothing to you.

Apologize.
- Look, sorry, man.

I just don't want you getting
hurt the way I did with Ruby.

Enjoy date night.
- I will.

- I have to admit it.

This was the perfect ending
to a very nice day.

- Yes, indeed.

Hmm, and it's gonna get
a whole lot better

when I get your father
up the stairs in that bedroom

and talk him
into massaging these feet

and other sensitive areas.

- TMI, TMI, okay?

I knew I'd get you.
I knew I'd get you.

- I cannot believe you two
are still acting like that

at your ages.

- Honey, just because
there is snow on the rooftop

does not mean there
isn't fire in the furnace.

- I hear that.
- Oh-oh.

- Oh, my goodness.

- I knew I'd get you.

- Y'all really have
the best marriage.

- Ah, now I wouldn't
say all that.

Marriage is not easy.

- Mom.
- Mm-hmm?

- Have you ever thought
about getting a divorce?

- No, honey,
it's never been that bad.

How about you?
You ever wanna divorce Harris?

- Yeah, all the time.

I feel like
if I don't divorce him,

I might actually kill that man.

Yeah.

And I wake up most of the time
feeling empty inside.

- Oh.

- I just don't know if I can
stay for the kids anymore.

Or for love.

Maybe you guys should go
to counseling or something.

You know?

But honey,
if that doesn't work

just remember divorcing
a husband, you know,

makes much more sense
than killing him.

It just won't be as much fun.

- Hey.
- Hello, gentlemen.

- Hey, Natasha.
Good to see you again.

- Welcome to the Hellfire Club.

- Y'all gonna have
a great time here.

- Nicole, Nicole, Nicole.
- Good to see you again.

- Ready to buy that car?
- I've been ready.

But I think I know
who you're here to see.

I'm gonna go get her for you.
- All right.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

- Welcome, gentlemen.

Hey, darling.
- Hey.

Have you had a chance
to look at your menus

and make your selections
for this evening?

- Yes, we have.
- Okay, wonderful.

Can you please get these
handsome men some drinks?

And I'll be back
with your selections.

- All right.

- Mmm, damn, Orlando.
How you find this place?

- Uncle Lou got me a membership
here for my 21st birthday.

Him, Uncle Larry, Sal Dash,

they all spent a lot
of time here having fun.

- So how much
would a membership

in a place like this cost?

- About 100 grand a year,
but it's worth it.

Most of your fee
goes to services.

They even have
an at-home concierge service.

- That's what
I'm talking about.

Didn't you meet
that chick, Ruby, here?

- Yeah, but that's
not important right now.

Here.

Hmm?

- What's this?
- Look at it.

- Get the fuck out of here.
This shit for real?

- Yeah.

- Family had a meeting,
and we decided to let you know

how much we appreciate
your loyalty,

so we're giving you all
$1 million each.

Now you're gonna have
to pay the taxes on it,

but it's all legit.

- Damn, bro, look.
I don't even know what to say.

Do you know how much
this shit means to me?

- It's not just the gesture.
It's the acknowledgement.

- Yeah.
- Yo, thank you, O.

- You're welcome.
And thank you.

Y'all put your lives
on the line for us every day.

So as far as we're concerned,
we're family.

- Mm.

- Ooh-ooh-ooh.
- We got you, man.

You know, I feel that.

- Your lovely selections
are ready when you are.

If you'd like to follow me.

- Oh, yeah, I'm ready.
- Absolutely.

- Think you know.
- I'm about to get it in.

- Have a good time.
- Let's go, let's do it.

- I'm gonna be joining
them all, yo.

- You gonna do this?

- Nah, nah, nah.
Y'all go ahead.

I need to talk
to Kim privately.

I'll be all right.
- Okay.

- Have fun.

- Sure.

I have to check on some VIPs,

but then we can have a drink
in my office?

- All right, take your time.
I ain't going anywhere.

- Okay, I'll just be a minute.
- All right.

- Oh, hey.
Here we go.

You ever been
with the triplets?

- No, I can't say
I've had the pleasure.

- Mm, I swear they're
like a dream come true.

What I'm saying is these three

are the best kept secret
in this joint.

Now look, they're not cheap,
but they're worth it.

- I'll keep that in mind.

- Excuse me, Mr. Duncan.
Kim will see you now.

Well, hey, my man.
Good luck with those triplets.

- So how can I help you,
Mr. Duncan?

Are you still looking
for Ruby?

Nice what you did in here.

Yeah, and no.

But she's not the reason
I'm here right now.

See, I have reliable sources

that come here all the time

that tell me
that Michael Diamond

spends a lot of time here.

So I need you to call me
the next time he shows up.

- Does that mean you can
take me to see Vegas?

That can be arranged.

- Ring, ring.

That was Michael Diamond

you were talking to
at the fireplace.

- The white guy with the beard?
- Mm-hmm.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, where's the guy
that was sitting right there?

- Michael Diamond?
- Yeah.

- Oh, he left.
- Fuck.

- Where's Ricardo?
- Consuela.

Drop it.

- Ricardo, I told you
I'd come see you soon.

How do you like my outfit?

This is sexy enough for you?

- Meh, it's very nice.

But who's your friend?

- She's the one
that's gonna kill you

if you don't give me my money.

Now you owe me 625,000,
and I'm here to collect.

Welcome to Mexico,

the birthplace
of ranchera music,

from Vicente to Chalino,

and the best tequila
you ever taste in your life.

Please sientate.

Mijo.
- Sí?

- Bring out some of that
1977 tequila for our friends.

- Okay.

- Triple star bar.
Official OG to OGs.

It's good to see you,
my friend.

How long has it been?
What, ten years?

- At least.
Maybe 12.

- Dios mío, my God.
Where does time go?

- I was just thinking
the same thing.

- Well, here's our drinks.
Please take one, por favor.

And let's have a toast
to my wife's tacos,

Héctor Lavoe salsa music,

and the good old days.

Mmm, ah.

- It's always good to see
old friends and break bread.

So Marco, why are
we really here?

I'm sure you didn't invite us
all the way down to Mexico

just to sample
your wife's good cooking

and the excellent tequila.

- Ah, never to beat
around the bush, huh, L.C.?

- No, being straightforward is

what's kept me around
all these years.

And with age
should come wisdom.

- Sí, understood.
So let's get to the point.

The reason I invited you
to mi casacause there's

a very important issue that
can determine the relationship

between your family business
and the cartel's

for years to come.

- This is about Consuela,
I take it.

- Sí, mi amigo.
About Consuela, my sister.

She's responsible
for the death of my uncle.

Now the word on the street
in Mexico is that

she's visited your home
in New York City

many times of late.

So from an OG to an OG,

I must insist you turn her
over to us immediately.

- Marco, I wish I could,

but I can't.

- What do you mean you can't?
You're L.C. Duncan.

Oh, I get it, you're joking.

He's kidding around, man.

- It's no joke, Marco.

I just--I can't do it.

I am willing to compensate you.

- Compensate me?

I don't need money.
I need revenge.

- I don't understand.

I would've thought
that you of all people

would want revenge
after she killed your nephew

and held your son,
Orlando, captive.

It's good to see
you're alive, OG.

- All I can say is
it's complicated.

- Then uncomplicate it.
- Espérate.

Sientate.
- Sit down.

Sit down.

- You've been in this game
a long time,

and you should know, of all
people, this is not a request.

See, I can't let the death
of my uncle go unavenged.

He was a beloved man in Mexico.

And I welcome vengeance
to rise up

and kill
that wicked bitch, Consuela.

She's betrayed my family
with his blood.

- I know that, Marco.

And under normal circumstances,
I would never interfere,

but this is not normal.

- "Not normal."

Qué dices,"not normal"?

I don't understand.

- Consuela's my 15-year-old
grandson's mother.

- She's lying to you, L.C.!

She's a master manipulator,

and a cold-blooded,
vicious, ruthless killer.

Alejandro dead,
her lover dead,

her brother mortally wounded,
just sitting in the chair--me.

She will say
and do anything she wants

to get what she wants.

Entiendes?
- Of that, I have no doubt.

But she's not lying about this.

Remember the time
she and my son, Vegas,

spent time in that desert?

- I do, like it was yesterday.

You other son, he saved
her life and averted a war.

I still don't know
to this day how he did that.

- Well, that's not all
he did with her.

When she came home,
she was pregnant,

and to hide her pregnancy
from her husband,

she went to Mexico City
claiming to do missionary work

until the baby was born.

- He's lying, Papi.

You don't believe
this bullshit.

- Consuela,
she was in Mexico City

when she returned back
from the desert.

So you're saying...

Your grandson is my nephew?

- That is what I'm saying.

- How can you be so sure, L.C.?

- Because I tested
his blood myself.

- So tell me, please,

is he a...is he a strong,
healthy boy?

- Yes, genius IQ.

He taught himself Spanish,
Chinese, Japanese, and French.

- My God.
- He's our future.

He could be both
of our futures.

- You mentioned compensation.
What are you proposing?

- But, Papi,
you can't do this--

- Cállate.

As you were saying, L.C.,
what are you offering?

- You have a shipment of HEAT.
- Si.

- Due for delivery
near the end of next week.

I propose we give you
that shipment free of charge

in exchange
for Consuela's life.

- I'll tell you what--
make it two shipments.

Smooth things out
with the cartels, you know?

Pop.

She's not worth it.
- No, she's not.

But Nevada is.

You gotta trust me
on this one, son.

We have a deal.

- Then it's a deal.
Then everything is agreed.

Nobody from my familia,
or anybody,

will bring revenge
against Consuela.

You have my word.

But I must warn you,
everything that she does,

every little step she takes
from here on out,

you're responsible for.

- Do you have any idea
what I'm gonna do

to you and that
beautiful señorita?

- Well, I'm not
gonna ask you again.

My money or your life.

- I ain't paying you shit.

- Get them the fuck--

- Now, Myron, we have
killed five men today.

Do you want to be the sixth?

Good.

Now let me explain to you
what the new arrangement is.

I am now the majority partner

in all your legal
and illegal businesses.

Any objections?

Because I have a plane to
catch to New York in an hour.