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- Previously on
"The Family Business"...

- I want everything shut down
and locked up.

- Ruby!

Oh, it's good to see you!
How have you been?

- Keep this on the low because
if my family finds out

I'm doing this,
they'll kill me.

- You're nothing like any woman
I've ever met before.

- And you're not like most men.

- Chemistry.
- Chemistry.

- Now, my husband and my son
have sat down

with the heads of the Russians,
the Italians, the Jews,

the Cubans, the Mexicans
and the Asians

and a whole host
of organizations

to end the Brotherhood because,

Brother Minister,
we are at goddamn war!

- For almost 200 years,
the Guild has stood strong,

and a large part of that

is because members
are allowed to be heard

and disputes arbitrated
by this council.

- Unfortunately today, we have
two parties

who have not been able
to resolve their issues

despite our efforts,

so there's only
one way to solve this,

unless one of the two parties
wants to back down.

- Does either party wish
to concede?

Khalil?
- No.

- Sage?
- Never.

- And so it is.

Trial by combat,
hand-to-hand,

to the death.

- Take your positions.

- Begin.

- I like the way she moves.

She moves good
with his hands.

- Don't be ridiculous.
She's no match for Khalil.

He has won five
trial by combats,

and has made hundreds of kills.

- You're wrong about her.

He's physical,
but she's got heart.

Look at her.

- She's one of yours,
isn't she?

- Yes.

She's been with the school.

She's very capable.

I wouldn't underestimate her.

- Hey! That's cheating!

- I wouldn't worry about that.

- Wow. There's a lot
we can do with this one.

- Well done.
Your skills have improved,

as if that was even possible.

- Mm, mm, mm, mm.

Who knew a bath
could feel this good?

- Or a shower?

But then again, 3 weeks
on a boat can do that to you.

- Tell me about it. Mm.

I can't believe
we're doing this.

Babe, do you think

you should at least
just check in with your family?

- Naw. That wouldn't be smart.
I'm sure they're okay.

I'll check in with Wendall
in a week or so.

If anything major pops up
back home, I'll know it.

- Mm. You're all I got,
and your family is your world,

and maybe you should
just let them know you're safe.

- Sweetie, not contacting them
is the best way to keep safe.

Off the grid is off the grid.

The less anyone knows about
our whereabouts back home,

the better,

and as much as I love them,

you're my world.

- Aw. I love you,
Junior Duncan.

- Good.

- I'm here to see Marcos.

- Hey, son. Have a seat.
We need to have a little chat.

- Am I in some kind of trouble?
- No, no.

I need you to do
something for me,

something very important
to the family,

two things, actually.

- Sure. What do you need?

- First, I need you
to teach Uncle Rio

how to operate that drone
your mother bought.

Can you do that?
- Yeah. I can show him.

No problem.
What's the next thing?

- I need you to hack something.

- You told me I couldn't do
that after the last time!

You made me promise!
You grounded me for a month.

- I know. Listen, I remember,
and under normal circumstances,

I wouldn't ask you to do this
at all, but, well...

- No, honey. It's okay.
It's okay. This time only.

All right? The family
really needs you to do this.

- What do you need me to hack?

- Think you can handle it?

- Piece of cake.

- Good.

- What are you doing here?
I couldn't believe my ears

when they told me
you were coming here.

- No, there's no mistake.
I am here, Rafael.

I'd like to speak
to your father.

- What makes you think
he has anything to say to you?

- I would expect your tone

to be a little bit
more respectful, Rafi.

You seem to forget that I used
to change your diapers.

Now get out of my way
so that I can speak to Marcos.

- And you stay right here
with the car.

So why haven't you answered
none of my text messages?

- You're trying
to kill my boss.

I'd hate to have to kill
someone so cute.

Why? You miss me or something?

- I'd be lying
if I said I didn't.

- I have that effect on people.

- You really need to find
a new fragrance.

As inviting as that one is,
it's very telling.

Why the hell are you here,
Consuela?

- I came so that
we can talk, Marco.

- Talk? Nah.

You ruined that when
you killed my dearest uncle.

- You're my brother,
and we're familia.

- Family? You ruined my family

when you put me
in this fucking wheelchair.

Let me ask you a question.
Is that what your family does?

- I promise I never meant
for any of this to happen.

When I lost my son,
I lost myself,

and I didn't know
what I was doing.

Do you honestly think
that I wanted our uncle to die

or for you
to be in this wheelchair?

- How dare you? My Ma and Pa,
rolling over in their graves

at all the betrayal
you caused our family.

You're nothing to me now.

- Please, Marco, don't do this.
I love you, and I miss you.

- Liar! You're here because
of Alejandro, your husband.

You betrayed him.
The vato, he's hurting.

Si.
That's why you're here.

If it wasn't for LC Duncan,

who begged me
to spare your life,

you'd be dead-dead,
so in a way, I kind of...

I saved your life once,
so listen.

Run, skip, cha-cha-cha,

bachata, salsa dance
back to the Duncans.

Maybe they'll help you.

I mean,
they paid enough for your life.

Oh, wait a minute.
Did you fuck that up, too?

- Marcos, you know Alejandro.

You know how he is,

and he'll stop at nothing
until he kills me.

Listen to me,
amor, por favor.

I know a doctor in New York,
and he works miracles.

He can get you
out of this chair.

- Get out!

Get her out of my face.

- What are you doing here?

- We need to talk.

- We don't need to talk
about anything,

unless you got that check

Harris was supposed to send
by here 2 days ago.

- This has nothing
to do with a check.

It's about your daughter.

- What the fuck is going on
with my child?

- Oh, don't act like you

all of a sudden care
about your fucking children.

- Ma, you're not helping.
Aunt Donna, Sasha is missing.

- What the hell do you mean,
she's missing?

The little heffa is
probably doing this

just so I won't get my money.

- Will you just
shut the fuck up?

It's nothing to do with you.

Now these people
have your damn child.

Sasha has been kidnapped.

- Is she serious?
- Yes. She's very serious.

- Okay. How much is the ransom?
Have you paid it?

- They didn't ask for money.

It's the same people
that are after Junior.

- Oh, no. What are
the police saying?

- We haven't called the police.

- And neither can you.
- The hell I can't!

My baby is being held captive
by these crazy ass Muslims.

Fuck that.

- Donna! Damn it!

For once in your life,
listen to reason!

Now, calling the police
will get her killed.

She is alive
because we haven't.

The only way we're going
to get her back

is to give them what they want.

- What do they want?
- They want Junior and Sonia.

You remember the people
that you put on a boat

thinking that you were cute,

sending them off to God
knows where.

- I need a fucking drink.
Ingrid!

Bourbon or tequila?

- It doesn't matter,
just make it a double.

- Ingrid?

- Australia for two passengers.

- That's right.
Me and my fiancée.

I don't want anyone else
on that plane

other than the pilot.
Entiendes?

- Are you paying cash?

For cash, I can get you
anything you need, anything.

- Don't I always pay cash?

- Si, pero, things
are different.

- Not that different.

Let's say $20,000 cover it?

With discretion?

- Yo, for 20,000 US,
I can be very discrete.

- We'll say 10,000 now,

10,000 when we land.

Let's say we could leave out,
say, 2 weeks from today.

- Hey, for what you just paid,
we can leave

whenever you say the word:
a week, 2 weeks.

- What the fuck?
You got to be kidding me.

- If that doesn't work for you,
we can leave earlier or later.

It's up to you.
Hey, you okay, bro?

- What? My bad.

For a second I thought I saw
somebody from a previous life,

but, yeah, I'll let you know
if I need to leave earlier.

Thanks.

- All right.

- What do you want, Armeen?

- What are you doing, Nadja?

- I'm about to make the easiest
$500,000 I've ever made.

- I'm not talking about that.

I just got off the phone
with Baba.

He's very upset.

- About what? That wife of his
didn't run off again, did she?

- No.

- Then what has him so upset?

- Niles Monroe.
- What about Niles?

- Niles just came to Father,

and it appears you've gone way
too far with your stalking.

- I'm not stalking him.

I'm pursuing a love interest.
You men do it all the time.

- Yeah, but you're not a man.
- Armeen, I love you,

but you're an ass.
What did he say?

- Niles or Baba?
- Baba!

- Well, like I said,
he's fucking pissed with you.

You should give him a call.

- No. He wants to talk
about this in person.

I'll go see him
when I return from Miami.

Now get off my phone.
I don't want to miss this shot.

- No, no, no, no, no!

- What's going on?

- What do you want, Consuela?
- I'm here to see my son.

Why am I being prevented
from seeing my son?

- Your son does not wish
to see you.

You need to leave!

- Are you trying to get my son
against me, Chippy?

Is that what you're doing?

- No. You're doing a very good
job of that yourself.

Oh, I guess you forgot that
you slapped him pretty hard

the last time you were here!

- That was a mistake, Chippy.
I didn't mean that.

- Big mistake.

- Chippy, wait.

- What?

- Nevada is not the only reason
why I'm here.

I really need to speak to you
and your husband, if I may.

- Talk about what?
There is nothing to talk about,

and LC is not here.
We will see you in court!

- I'll drop the case
in exchange for your help.

- What kind of help?

What did you get
yourself into, Consuela?

- My husband, Alejandro,
he's alive,

and he has sworn to kill me.

If you know anything
about Alejandro,

he's a man of his word.

- Oh, God. I really don't
have time for your lies.

We all know Alejandro is dead!
Please see that she leaves!

- Chippy, listen to me.
He's not. He's alive!

Please, Chippy.
I'm in danger.

Please.

- Even if you weren't lying,
what makes you think

I'm going to help you anyway
after what you pulled?

We welcomed you into our home,
and you betrayed us!

Get off my property!

- Chippy!
- Y'all know what to do!

- Chippy! Oh, please.
I just want to talk to her.

- Baby?
- Hmm?

- Now, you look refreshed.
- I am.

That bath was everything.

Mm. How did things
go at the airport?

- Okay, I guess.
I booked the flight.

- What's wrong?
Look, was it expensive?

Because we don't have to go
to Australia.

I just want to be
wherever you are.

That's fine. I don't care.

- It's not the flight
or the money.

It's something else I saw,

something I saw
while I was at the airport.

- Please don't tell me you saw
one of Charles' men.

- No.

That I would know
how to handle.

- Okay. Well, then, what?

- I saw Ruby and Orlando's son.

- Orlando's baby?
- Yeah.

They were with Vinny Dash.

- Babe, are you sure?

Because, you know,
people look alike.

- It was them. I would know
Vinny Dash anywhere.

- Okay, so what
are you going to do?

Are you going to call him
and tell him?

- I can't.

Off the grid is off the grid.

You know the rules.

- You know,
I don't know about this.

Babe, it's family.

Some rules are made
to be broken.

- Game! You want to quit now
or get your ass beat some more?

- Nah, I'm good. Good game.

- What's the matter?

- Uncle Rio, you think...

You think Sasha is okay?
You think she's still alive?

- I hope so. Sasha is one of
the most resourceful women

I've ever met.

She'll find a way to stay alive
until we find her.

I'm sure of it.

- I hope. I miss her.

I just really wish there was
something I could do to help,

but I can't.

I feel helpless.

- You just do what Pop and Ma
taught you to do.

That's how you'll help.
Take it from me.

Not everybody is physical
in this family.

We all have our specialties.
Pops made sure of that.

- Yeah, I know.

That just doesn't help
with the anxiety.

- Join the club.

I think most of us feel
the same way, so stop worrying.

- Nevada.

Guys, do you mind stop playing
for a while?

I need to talk to you.

- Did you hear
something about Sasha?

- No. Your grandpa and Orlando
are working on it.

It's about your mother.

- What about her?
- She was at the back gate.

She wanted to see you.

- Is she still there?
- No. She's gone.

I told her to leave.

Honey,
I hope that's okay with you.

- Yeah. I don't want to talk
to her right now anyways.

The last thing we need

is her causing
more trouble around here.

- I'm glad you understand.
- I'm a Duncan, Grandma.

I'm always going to understand.

- Amen to that.
- God, I love you.

Bring it on in!

You're the best, the best.

Come here.
Okay, continue.

- Round two?
- Let's do it.

- Rack them up.

- It's done.
- Did you leave one alive?

- Si.

He'll make sure
they get the message.

- Good.

That's good.

Okay. Let's go.

- Hey!

- Ah! Oh!

- Tell your boss if Sasha
Duncan isn't returned soon,

I'm going to kill every man
selling pineapple juice

in Brooklyn.

You hear me, mother fucker?

- Haven't heard this song
in a while.

- Mm. You know music
is one of my stress relievers.

That should tell you something.

- It does. I'm working
on getting her back.

- I know.

- Hey, son.

- Remember that thing
you asked me to do?

- Yeah.
- I did it.

I hacked the system,

and I found
what you were looking for.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

I'm positive, but I don't think
you're going to like it.

- Well, you're right.

I don't like it, but you did
a good job anyway, son.

- Just doing my part.
- Big part.

You know what? Pack your bags.

You're going on a trip.

- Really?
- Yep.

Oh, and bring your computer.

- Okay.

- You want Nevada to go with
me?

- No. Nevada is going
with me.

You're staying here.

- You sure about this?
- Yeah.

Honey, we are in the middle
of a war, and no one can fight

a war like this like you.

You need to be here.
I got this.

- Oh, and LC?
- Yeah?

- Find Sasha
and handle Brother X.

- Hector, listen to me.
I need you to find them fast.

I want you
to turn over every rock.

I want to know
their every move.

- I understand.

I'm going to find them,
and I'll report back to you.

- I meant what I said:
their every fucking move.

- Si, primo,
their every fucking move.

I got you.

- All right.

- When I met Brother Xavier,

he saved my life.
See, I was a bum on the street.

No, I'm telling you,
a squeegee man.

What?
Oh, shit. Run!

- Mm.

Hey!
- Hey.

- I heard you two got three
more Brotherhood soldiers.

That's good.

- No beer for me,
but you've got a visitor.

- A visitor?

I'm not expecting anyone.
I just got home.

- It's...
- It's Consuela.

What is she doing
in my house?

And did you search her?

- Yeah. She's clean.
- What's wrong, Juan?

You act as if you
don't trust me.

- I'll tell you what's wrong.
You killed your uncle.

Then you shot your brother,

and let's not forget the
killing spree in California.

No, I don't trust you.

- You men make so much
out of so little.

That was just business.

- Business?
And what's this, a social call?

Consuela, cut the bullshit.
Why are you here?

- I need to talk to you.

- I can handle it.
Go ahead.

Now what is it exactly
that you want?

- I need your help.
- My help?

You got so many people at
your disposal.

Why come to me?

- I come to you because you're
the Cuban Syndicate leader,

and you're the most respected
man in our business.

- Hmm.
- And also because you have

kept our little secret
for all these years.

- No, no. Consuela,
don't start with that.

That was a long time ago,

and we were both drunk.

- I don't recall
being that drunk.

I remember
every single little detail.

And that smirk on your face,
I believe you do too.

- Maybe, but like I said,

that was a long time ago.
Now, what is it that you want?

- I need to lay low,
and I need your help.

I need your protection.

- Protection from what?
The Duncans secured your safety

from Marco.

Your brother is not going
to bother you anymore.

- It's not my brother
that I'm worried about.

It's my husband.
- Your husband? No, no, no.

Alejandro is dead.

I was there when Marco
ordered the hit. All right?

So I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Did you actually see him
put the bullet in his head?

- No, but I know he--
- Absolutely. So he's not dead.

And if I don't get your help,
I'm going to be dead.

And, Papi, all the fun
that we could be having...

Could be lost all
because of you being a bad boy,

not helping me.

So just think about it.

- Babe?

Baby?

Babe?

Babe?

Baby, are you in here?

Where'd you go?
Where'd he--

Where in the hell
could he have gone?

- Whoa, babe!
- You scared me!

- Put the gun down.
- Why the hell are you

sneaking out of the bedroom
in the middle of the night?

- I didn't want to wake you
when I left.

- Left to go where?

- I hired a guy to find Ruby
and the baby and follow them.

- You did what?
Jesus, Junior!

Are you serious?

The same guy that wants
to be away from his family,

like, you act just like them.

If that wasn't a Duncan move,
I don't know what is.

- I'm just trying to look out
for my nephew. That's all.

- If you want to
look out for him,

then you
would call your brother,

and you would tell him.

- No.
That's not going to happen.

- And why not?

- Because off the grid
is off the grid.

Once we're ready to leave,

I'll have Wendall drop
a line to O, and that's final.

- I just hope you know
what you're doing.

- I do.

- Boy, I almost shot you.

- I told you
that stock would split.

Made a little fortune.

- You called it.
- Mm-hmm.

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

- Hey, Pop. What's up, Harris?
- What's up, baby?

- What are you hearing?
- Well, I'm sure Brother X,

by now, has gotten our message.

Between Detroit Red,
the Lees and Juan,

he's already lost 13 to 14 men,

and that's not including
the Italians,

who are having way
too much fun with this.

- Hmm.
- They've already taken out

15 of the Brotherhood soldiers,

and I haven't heard
from Señor Cruz yet,

but he's on his way tomorrow.

- Good. Seems like things are
moving in the right direction.

- Yeah.

- Any word on Sasha's
whereabouts?

- Not a peep.
No demands, nothing.

- You know, LC, I know
you don't want to hear this,

but I think maybe

we should prepare ourselves
for the worst.

- You're right, Harris.
I don't want to hear it.

Sasha is alive. She has to be.

I can't do that to Lou.

- And on another note,
Brother Minister

has been blowing up
my phone all morning.

I've been ignoring the calls,
but if you want me

to call him back and ask him
about Sasha, I will.

- I'll tell you what.

Wait until the end of the day
and see what he has to say.

- Okay.
- What about Bernie?

Any word from him?

- Nope, not a peep.

He's been quiet
as a church mouse.

I don't trust him.

- Yeah, me either.

- Probably just waiting
for the fallout

so he can pick up the scraps

and kiss the ring
of the winner.

- Hmm.
- And then there's Sebastian.

- What? He's just a friend.

- So what are you hearing
from this friend?

- Nothing, other than he's
upset at O

for shutting down Heat.

- How much product did we
sell him before the shutdown?

- Quite a bit, but the way
he moves through product,

he should be out by now. Why?

- Somehow, Se-bastard
still has product.

From what I hear,
Miami has plenty of Heat.

- You know anything
about this, son?

- No.

Like I said, he's just upset
that O shut down Heat.

- Okay. Make a call.

Let's have our boys
down there check it out.

Put eyes and ears on him.
Let's see what we find out.

- Consider it done.

- Can I help you?

- I'd like to see
Mr. Bernie Goldman, please.

- Mr. Goldman only sees people
who have made appointments.

If you'd like to make
an appointment,

I could
take your name and number,

and get back to you
with a date and time.

- I think that if you show him
this little bag,

he'll be very happy to see me.

- Do not get my hair wet.
I'm not playing with you.

- I would never do that.

- That's good.
- Oh, shit.

- What's wrong?
- Uncle Junior!

- Oh, shit.

- Hey, Mom.
How did you find us?

- Nevada hacked into
the Coast Guard satellite

or something to that extent.

Not quite sure,

but we've been tracking you
ever since Cape Hatteras.

- I forgot he knows
how to do that.

Smart kid.
- Yep.

- Thanks a lot.
- Hi, Mrs. Duncan.

- Hello, young lady.

Okay.
You two have had your fun.

Now it's time to come home
and deal with the real world.

- Ma, we're not going back
to New York.

- It's not up for discussion.

I'm not asking you, honey.
I'm telling you.

- Ma, I'm a grown-ass man.
You can't tell me what to do.

- Wait!

- I don't care
who you think you are.

Get your shit, and let's go.

- Mrs. Duncan,
I know you're upset,

but we were here
just trying to make sure--

- I don't give a shit
what you were trying to do!

Now, your husband
kidnapped my niece,

and my son
is getting on that plane

to help us bring her back.

- So you can either your ass
with him

or stay your Black ass here.

Either way, my son is getting
on that fucking plane.

- Ma, you can't.
- Oh, yes, I can.

Get your shit, and let's go.

- You know what?
She's right.

Let's just go home.
Let's go.

Let's go!

- Oh.

Magnificent.

Absolutely magnificent.

I've never seen so many stones
of this quality.

Sit, sit.

So if you don't mind me asking,

how hot are they?

- Extremely hot.

My people stole them from the
richest family in Barcelona.

- How much?
- I'll take 250,000.

I know.
It's a steal.

But I need some pocket money

to go shopping
while I'm in town.

- Hmm.

I'll give you 200,000
for the stones.

- Three hundred thousand,

and if you try to negotiate
with me again,

I'll raise the price
to $400,000.

I'm giving you a gift.

Take it before you piss me off.

Denny, get
the lady her money.

You are not who
you appear to be, are you?

- No, I'm not,
and neither are you.

- So who are you,
and why are you here?

You could've fenced these
anywhere.

- My name is Dominique LaRoux.

I'm an associate
of Alexander Cora.

- I've heard of Alexander Cora.

He's on the Forbes Top 100.

They call him The Moor.

So what does international
businessman like Alexander Cora

want with a small-time jeweler
such as myself?

- We were told that you are
the person to see

if you want
something done in this city.

I appreciate the compliment,
especially coming from a woman

as lovely as yourself,

but I am sure
there are others

that can facilitate things
in the same manner as I do.

- Perhaps, but Alexander
wants you.

- Well, in that case, I guess
we'll have to accommodate him.

So what's on your mind,
Miss LaRoux,

and more importantly,
what's in it for old Bernie?

- Well, Bernie,

we've run across some
very lucrative opportunities.

I think you may find them

to be wonderful,

and good for your attention.

- Just how lucrative
are we talking?

- Very.

- Yeah?

- How in the world
did they find us?

- Guys, what is the hold up?

Get your shit and let's go.

- We can't leave yet.
- Boy, don't play with me.

We ain't got time for this
right now. We need to get home!

- I know, Ma.

We can't leave.
Not yet.

- Okay.
Give me one good reason why.

- Because I seen
Orlando's baby.

He's here in Cuba.

- You stop lying! What?

- No. He's telling the truth,
Mrs. Duncan.

- I'm supposed to see
the guy tonight.

He's going to show me where
they're staying and everything.

Don't you want to see
your grandchild?

- Honey, of course I do,
more than you know,

but they're just not going to

let us
walk over there and see him.

- I'll take care of it.

- Okay. Fine.

But you're not going alone.
I'm going with you.

- And I'm going too.
- No, no, no. You cannot go.

- Oh, hell no.
- No, no, no.

Baby, you stay here
with Nevada.

You got some shit for me,
just in case?

- Always do. Good, good.
Good, good, good, good. Okay.

- Come on. Let's go.
- All right.

When is the meeting?

- Now!

- Are you sure this is where
he said to meet him?

- Yeah, Ma. I'm sure.
Of course I am.

Oh, shit!

- Fuck!

- I think it came
from over there.

Come on. Let's go.

- Okay.
- Come on! Come on! Come on!

Come on!

- What? What is it?
- Stay here.

- Is that him?
- Yeah, Ma. That's him.

- Who would want to do this?
- My guess? Vinny Dash.

Hector was probably asking
too many questions

about Ruby and the baby.

- All right.
We need to get out of here

because somebody is bound
to have heard that shot,

and the last thing we need
to do

is be around a dead body
in Cuba.

- Yeah. Let's get out of here.
- Okay.