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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.