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- Previously on "The Family Business."

- I--I thought you were-- - Dead?

As you can see, I'm very much alive,

and I would like to access my accounts now.

- I'm sorry, ma'am. Do you have another form of payment?

- There must be something wrong with your system.

- Maybe you should contact your financial institution.

- I have a request, that there be peace

between both parties for 48 hours.

- Agreed. - Agreed.

- We got him. We got Brother X.

- I know how you feel,

but I need you to stay away from that house.

The two of you need to get the hell out of there.

- I don't feel good about this.

- Yo, shut up. Let's just go.

What are you scared of?

- Happy anniversary. - Oh, honey, thank you so much.

- You guys have been like the parents I never had.

- Oh, shit, we got company!

Stay low. I got this.

- You still know how to use one of these?

- Yeah, just watch me.

Kennedy! No!

- I wouldn't do that.

- Kennedy! No! No!

- Chippy.

- I'm sorry. - We got to get out of here.

- I failed you.

- I'm not leaving him. I'm not leaving him, L.C.

- Yeah. - I failed you. I'm sorry.

- No, you didn't.

- Take you to the car. - It's okay, come on.

- I'm sorry. - All right.

- No!

- Look what I found outside.

- Who is she and where did she come from?

- She's dressed like a heathen. - She wouldn't say.

She's not carrying any ID, but she was carrying this.

- Ooh.

Who are you, woman?

Look how she's studying us.

She ain't no rookie.

This little humbugger, she a killer.

- You think she a cop?

- No pig.

No, she don't smell like pork.

If she was a cop, they'd have been all up in here by now.

What she do look like is one of them female bounty hunters

that's out to get that bag off my head.

- Take some men and look around the house

and the neighborhood.

She might not be alone.

Tie her up.

Xavier, what do you want me to do with her?

- I want to know who she is and where she's from.

I want to know why she's in my house.

I want to know the bitch that burped her

when she was a baby.

I want to know if she's into bondage and pain.

I want to know the last time a jail man ran up in her,

back to front, nostril to tonsils.

I want to know why she ain't scared.

I want to know why she's smiling.

I want this little chicken wings plucked,

and I want it done by any means necessary.

- I appreciate your dedication to your work, Dr. Johnson.

Thank you for coming in on such short notice.

- No problem. I was working late anyways,

and I know that you're a very busy man.

If you wanted to meet outside of business hours,

it must be important, Mr. Duncan.

And please, when it's just us, call me Brandi.

- Okay, Brandi.

I'm expecting a very high demand

for our product in the next 48 hours.

How's the task I assigned to you, how's it coming along?

- Much better than expected. Take a look for yourself.

- Is this what I think it is? - Yes, it is.

I've isolated the compounds that you gave me,

and in a manner of words, mass produced it.

- I can see that.

Do you know what this means? We can double production.

We can produce twice as much HEAT in half the time.

- That's what you asked me to do.

If you just give me the entire formula

instead of a few components,

I could expand production tenfold.

- Whoa, whoa. Hold on, hold on.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I'm sure I told you, when you first started working here

that the formula to HEAT is proprietary.

- Yes, you did, but I'm just trying to be helpful.

- I understand.

- Working with you has been like a breath of fresh air.

- Look, I know, as a chemist, it may seem unfair,

but my family is very, very protective of HEAT.

A lot of people have gotten hurt, even died over this drug.

- I understand.

- Good.

But it may make you happy to know that

you are the very first person outside of my family

to see any of the chemical components to it.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

You have proven yourself to me.

And with that being said,

how would you like to run this lab?

- I wouldn't mind talking about it over dinner.

I'm starved.

- Excuse me.

Hey, Pop.

- Meet me at Mrs. Brewer's place.

Bring Rob and the twins and come armed.

- What happened? - Kennedy has been shot.

And it doesn't look good.

- Oh, shit. Okay. I'm on my way.

Gonna have to take a raincheck on that dinner.

I got to go. Great job here.

Make sure you lock everything up.

- Absolutely.

- I cannot believe I am doing this right now.

- Hello.

- I need you to get dressed right now and come outside.

- Do you know what time it is?

You better take your drunk ass to bed and sleep it off.

- I am not drunk, London.

And I don't have time to argue about this.

Trust me, you are the last person I want to come to

in a situation like this,

but I need your help.

- What kind of situation are you talking about, sister?

Did you crash your car again?

- Look, I fucked up, all right?

I may have gotten Sasha kidnapped,

or even worse, killed.

Brother X's people have her.

- Are you shitting me? Did you tell Daddy?

- No, I am trying to fix this myself.

But I need your help.

- All right, let me grab Harris.

We'll be down in a minute.

- Thank you, London. Thank you.

- Oh, I'm not doing this for you, Paris.

I'm doing it for Sasha.

- Fuck.

- Coming.

Oh, Lord!

- Come on! - Be careful.

- Be careful. - We need your help.

- Take him to the bed. - Be careful!

- He lost so much blood. - How many times was he shot?

- I don't know, maybe about two or three times.

- Okay, I'm gonna prep him for surgery.

- Damn. House looks dark.

They don't even have any sentries posted.

Most of them must be asleep. - Yeah, where we should be.

- Shut up, Harris. What's the plan?

- We're gonna pull up, hop up out the truck

and blow off the door with a shotgun.

Then we'll keep firing at their asses until we find Sasha.

- Sounds good to me. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That sounds good to you?

both: Shut up, Harris.

- Now look, there can't be more than ten of them in the house.

You take the right, I'll take the left.

Harris, you cover our asses with the shotgun.

You got the flash bombs?

- Yeah, I never leave home without them.

- Cool.

- You are better at this shit than I thought.

- Little sis, I invented this shit.

Now everybody just stick to the plan.

- Hold up, hold up.

So that's the plan?

We just bust up in there like we the landlords,

like we own the place? - Yeah, pretty much sums it up.

- Are you fuckin' crazy?

- Those guys--baby, those guys are gonna kill us.

If we bust in there like that,

we're gonna get our heads blown off.

Come on, baby, listen to me.

- Harris, sit back and shut the fuck up, okay?

Now we're gonna use the element of surprise

while they are sleeping and disoriented to our advantage.

Sasha's life is on the line.

And besides, do you have a better plan?

- Hell yeah. We fall the fuck back. Okay?

We call Rob, we call Kennedy, we call the twins, okay?

And we wait for their ass to get here

and then let them professionals do the day-to-day killing.

Isn't that what we pay them for?

- That's not happening

because they're gonna call, oh, our daddy.

- Yeah, but guess what, I'm calling

Daddy and O, okay?

- No, you're not.

- What is taking her so long to give us an answer?

- Well, he lost a lot of blood.

Mrs. Brewer is trying to stop the bleeding,

get the bullets out,

and we should know something soon.

- How did this happen, huh?

- Brother X, that's what fuckin' happened.

- They came out of nowhere.

I thought you said we had a 48-hour truce.

- We were supposed to. That's what we agreed upon.

- Well, this don't look like a truce to me.

Seems like we're at goddamn war.

- Okay, come on.

- I'm sorry to say, Miss Duncan.

He didn't make it.

- Come on! Come on! Come on!

It's okay, come on.

Orlando, I don't care what it takes.

You find me that son of a bitch Brother X.

I want his fucking head on a spike.

- Right along with his lying ass right-hand man Elijah.

Don't worry, Paris and Sasha will be here soon.

And they know right where X's safehouse is in Westchester.

- What the fuck?

Is this what y'all call a surprise?

- Where the hell are they? - I don't know.

But they were here a couple hours ago,

and they had Sasha with them.

- Yeah, well, they're not here now and neither is Sasha.

- I know you don't want to hear this, sis.

But we're gonna have to call Daddy.

- Yeah.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Come on. Shit.

- Fuck!

- L.C., honey, come on.

Please change up these clothes, honey.

- I've been telling him, Ma. - Where the hell is Harris?

- I'm here, L.C. What's going on?

- If you had answered your damn phone, you'd know.

- Honey. Kennedy is dead.

- Dead? Dead?

- Dead, dead. Brother X's people ambushed Ma and Pa.

- He died saving our lives.

- Wow.

I thought Paris, London, and I was having a bad morning.

- What do you mean?

Where's London, Paris, and Sasha?

- Speak, man!

- Paris and London are upstairs taking a shower.

I think you might want to wait till they come down--

- Harris!

The way this day is going, I ain't waiting for shit!

Now where have you been? And where is Sasha?

- Where the fuck is Sasha, honey?

- They have her, Chippy. - What?

- But it's not London and my fault.

- Who? Who's got her?

And what do you mean it's not your fault?

- Brother X has her, L.C.

- What the fuck you mean Brother X has her?

I told Paris and Sasha to go the fuck home.

- Well, they didn't listen to you, O.

Paris called in the wee hours of the morning

and told us they had her.

- Oh, my God.

And you didn't think to call one of us?

- Well, there was no one home when we left.

And by the time Paris explained to us

what was going on, we were already in Westchester.

- Orlando, I want everybody on the goddamn payroll

to be ready to go to Westchester in 30 minutes.

- I'm sorry, Chippy, it's not gonna make a difference.

- Why?

- Because the house was empty when we got there.

They were already gone.

- Okay, I'm not playing with these fuckers anymore.

They want a war?

Oh, shit, we'll give them a goddamn war.

- Fuckin-A.

- Orlando, shut down all production of HEAT.

Harris, I want you to stop deliveries

to all our distribution clients now.

I don't want a joint, tab,

or pill delivered until we have Sasha back.

- Wait, wait, wait, Pop. You just said Sasha's missing?

- Yes, now you go up there

and get your sisters down here now

so I can get to the bottom of this.

I don't give a shit if you have to drag her ass out the shower,

you get her down here now. - Yes, Pop.

- The fuck is wrong with your phone?

- Honey, honey, I know-- - I can't--

- Come on, baby, just change out of your clothes.

We'll handle this. We will handle this, okay?

- No, it's just-- I'm sorry.

I feel like my whole life is in shambles right now.

My entire family is mad at me.

- What's wrong?

- It's not even worth talking about really.

I have been making a lot of bad decisions lately.

I don't know. Have you ever just--

have you ever wanted to say to hell with everything

and everyone and just fall off the grid?

- Yeah.

I've been there a few times. Anything I can do?

- Other than take me somewhere

and make love to me for the next five hours, no.

I just really need to get out of here.

- Well, believe it or not, that's actually doable.

The reason I called you tonight

is because I'll be in town tonight.

- Really, you're in New York? - I am.

You remember the first place we ever made love?

- How can I forget?

- Good, because there will be a key

waiting for you at the front desk.

I'll see you tonight.

- I'll see you later.

- These are for you.

I thought they might be more comfortable

than what you're wearing now.

It gets chilly down here.

- And you thought they would be more comfortable

or are you trying to cover me up?

- Look, I'm not trying to get you to embrace Islam.

Just be respectful of our way while you're here.

- So does that mean you decided not to kill me?

- We don't take pleasure in killing women.

- Good.

You just make us wear these, huh?

Fine.

If I must.

- What--what are you doing? - Putting on clothes.

That's why you brought them, right?

- Yeah, but--

- You okay over there?

- I'm fine.

- I'm done.

- Really? What are we, ten?

- Look, I know I'm a prisoner,

but is there any way I can get some food?

I'm starving.

- Of course. It's been a long day.

I can have Brother Jones get you something.

What would you like?

- I am in the mood for a big fat pork chop

and collard greens with fatback.

Could you tell them not to forget the fatback?

- I know you think you're funny.

But I'm not going to let you disrespect our faith.

- Ow.

- Get her a turkey sandwich

and a glass of fresh pineapple juice.

- I'm more partial to wings.

I saw Wendell's Wings up the block on the way over here.

Please. Please.

- Chicken wings.

- Oh, and ask them to fry it in coconut oil.

I'm allergic to peanut oil.

- Just do it.

We don't want her to have an allergic reaction.

- Mm-mm.

Wait, could you leave the light on?

Please?

- Could you tell me your name?

- Sasha.

You can call me Sasha.

- Sasha.

I'm Brother Elijah.

But you can call me Elijah.

Hi. Can I help you?

- Yes. Where is Mr-- - Mrs. Zuniga?

How can we help you today?

- You can start by telling me,

why are my accounts frozen and I have no access to them?

- The accounts aren't frozen.

You just don't have access to them

at the request of the account holder.

- Account holder? What are you talking about?

I am the account holder.

- No, ma'am. You're not.

Your husband is.

- My husband is dead.

- No, Mrs. Zuniga, your husband is very much alive.

He was in that very office with me yesterday.

As a matter of fact, he left something for you

as part of the divorce settlement.

If you'd like to come with me, I'm happy to show it to you.

I'll give you a moment.

- What is it?

- It's a body bag.

Alejandro's alive.

Let's go.

- Brother Samuel, where's Xavier?

The three of us need to have a serious discussion

about my meeting with the Duncans.

- It'll have to wait. He's gone.

But he wants you to deal with that woman.

- Gone where? He's a fugitive.

He's got nowhere to go.

- That may be.

But he took his gun, the Jews file,

and he left after he heard the news.

- What news?

- We sent ten brothers to take out L.C. Duncan

while you were meeting with his son.

We just heard they're all dead.

- What do you mean we sent ten brothers to kill L.C. Duncan?

How come I wasn't informed?

- Don't shoot the messenger.

- Why did he send me to meet

with Orlando Duncan and negotiate?

- As a distraction.

- He needed the Duncans to let their guard down.

- What, was he trying to distract me too?

How come he didn't tell me?

- Brother Elijah,

Xavier trusts you and I

the most in this world.

But, brother, you're a very bad liar.

And he needed the Duncans to believe you.

- I see.

Well, for the record,

I negotiated a lucrative deal for the Brotherhood.

We were supposed to have a 48-hour truce.

- Truce. No fucking truce.

Not with Xavier out there trying to take out Daddy Duncan

and ten of our brothers dead.

- I realize that.

But what Xavier doesn't understand is that

his actions may mean the death of us all.

Literally!

- Sebastian, my friend.

Good to see you and your beautiful entourage.

- Yeah, likewise, Bernie.

I'm here for the ice. I assume it's ready, isn't it?

- Of course it is. Have I ever let you down?

- No, not yet.

But we haven't known each other long.

- I, for one, hope for a long

and fruitful relationship with you.

Here we are. I made it myself.

18 karat gold surrounding 100K in white diamonds.

- Yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

Ladies.

- Sexy. - Looks good.

- And the other pieces.

- Right here.

Voila!

Beautiful, huh? Better than you even expected.

- I ain't gonna lie, Bernie. That shit is hot.

Perfectly matched.

I think your companion Rio will be very pleased.

- Rio? - Yeah, Rio Duncan.

You and he are friends, right?

- Maybe.

But how did he get in this conversation?

- Oh, live and let live.

I mean, I think it's wise

that you're cultivating your relationship with him.

He's gonna need a friend like you.

- First of all, this shit...

is for them.

Second, it's none of your fuckin' business

what I'm cultivating with Rio or anyone else for that matter.

- I meant no disrespect.

I was just making an observation.

Nothing wrong with stating the obvious, is there?

What I meant was he is gonna need a good friend like you

especially after what happened last night.

- You talking about that shit with the Muslims

trying to take out L.C. Duncan?

- So you've heard.

What a tragedy.

L.C. Duncan was one of a kind.

- I wouldn't say all that.

Besides old man Duncan and his wife

went all "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" on their asses.

Walked away without a scratch.

- Are you sure?

I was told there were bodies everywhere.

- Yeah, just not the Duncans.

I spoke to Rio, what, like 30 minutes ago.

They tried. They missed.

- Well, that's--that's wonderful news, isn't it?

- Let's go.

- Yeah, it's me.

We got a problem. A big one.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Elijah.

How was your morning prayer?

- It was good. Thank you.

- What's this?

- I thought you might want to wash.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- What about this one?

- I don't trust you that much.

- Smart man.

- They're your teeth.

- So, Brother Elijah--

- Just Elijah.

- Elijah, do you have a woman?

- No.

Allah has not blessed me in that area

as of yet.

But I do wish to have a family someday.

What about you?

Do you have a man?

- I have way too many unresolved issues

to have a man.

Next question.

What do you do on your lonely nights?

- I read the Quran.

- Hm.

Oh, are you serious?

That doesn't sound like much fun.

It's definitely not as fun as getting a blowjob, right?

- That's--

I think that's not an appropriate subject

for us to discuss.

- Why not?

You afraid to have a blowjob?

- Um...

I, uh...

- Oh.

You've never had a blowjob.

- I, uh...

that's just not something

that I think

we should be talking about.

- Sure.

- Uh, we're gonna go.

We're--we're gonna go.

We'll come back and get the--

the basin after you, uh--

after you've washed.

Let's go.

- You know what? This is not my problem.

This--

He's asking for more time to pay.

- Ask him if he knows what happened to the last guy

that asked Consuela for more time.

Speaking of Consuela.

Hello.

- Snow, I need you to listen to me carefully, okay?

- What's the problem?

- I want you to take the money in the safe in my office

and the money in the warehouse

and put them in suitcases for me, okay?

- Consuela, that's a lot of money.

I'm gonna need six or seven suitcases.

- I don't give a fuck what you have to do.

Just do it. And be fucking quick about it.

Do you hear me? - Okay, okay.

Consider it done, but--

Holy shit!

- Snow.

Snow.

- Hello, Snow.

And don't worry, my friend, you're not seeing things.

It's me.

- But how? - Don't worry about how.

That's not important right now.

What's important is the decision you have to make.

- What decision?

- Whether you want to be employed by me or my wife.

- You know my loyalty belongs to you.

- As it should be.

You're a very useful man, Snow.

But unfortunately, you're not as loyal as you pretend to be.

You want to keep your jobs?

- Yes.

- Get somebody to clean this mess.

- Did he fucking hang up on me?

This fucking bastard!

- Hola, mi amor.

- Alejandro.

- I suppose you want to talk to Snow.

Unfortunately, he can't come on the phone right now

because he's dead.

Just like you're gonna be.

- Ramon, get my bags.

We need to get out of here and catch that plane right now.

- Jefa, is everything okay?

- He's dead.

- Who's dead?

- Snow.

Alejandro killed him.

- Vamanos.

Jefa, vamanos.

- As-salamu alaykum, Brother Elijah.

Come, come.

- Alaikum Salaam, Brother Minister.

- Have you ever tasted a fresh tomato off the vine,

Brother Elijah?

- I can't say that I have, sir, no.

- Try it.

- It's good. It's sweet.

Like a fruit.

- That's because it is a fruit.

- Interesting.

- So what brings you here, Brother Elijah?

You seem a little troubled.

- That's because the news

that I'm bringing

is very disturbing, sir.

It's concerning Brother Xavier.

- What about him?

Did he reject the Duncans' offer?

- Well, Brother Minister, um, he--

um, there was--

- No, no, don't mince words.

Brother Elijah, did he reject their offer?

- Yes, sir, he did. But it's so much worse.

- Well, how could it be any worse?

- Last night, Brother Xavier

tried to have L.C. Duncan killed.

- What did you say?

What did you just say to me?

- An attempt was made on L.C. Duncan's life last night

by the Brotherhood at the instruction of Brother Xavier.

- There must be a mistake

because only yesterday we sat and worked out a 48-hour truce.

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir, we did.

Unfortunately, Brother Xavier ignored that agreement.

- Okay.

So you said that there was an attempt made on L.C.'s life.

So I'm assuming that it was not successful.

Is that correct?

- Yes, sir. He is alive.

But I can't say the same about ten of my brothers.

- Ten Black men

lost their lives.

And you can be sure there will be more!

Orlando Duncan made it very clear that he was ready

to go to war for his family,

and that is not something to be taken lightly.

This is not good. It's not good at all.

- They're innocent.

- Do you think that the Duncan operatives

are gonna ask all Black Muslims

if they are a member of your rebel Black Brotherhood

before striking?

No!

No. We are all under attack.

Or at least we will be unless something's done.

- What can we do?

Should I go talk to Orlando Duncan again?

- No, no, no. No, no.

We're way beyond that right now.

I'll go talk to his father, L.C. Duncan, myself.

- Do you think he'll be willing to talk?

- For the sake of all of us, I pray to Allah that he will.

- Where's Elijah?

- It's none of your concern, woman.

My name is Brother Samuel.

And if Brother Elijah doesn't get what we need soon,

you're gonna have to deal with me.

Oh, yeah.

We're gonna have a whole lot of fun, you and me.

I hear you like to talk dirty,

get naked.

You try that bullshit with me,

I guarantee you, I'll take you up on it.

See, I just came home from a 15-year bid.

So I've got a whole lot of frustration pent up.

A nice pretty young thing like you

just might be what I need to get rid of it.

- No!

Ow!

- I'll be joining your mother,

and Allah will forgive me.

Ahh!