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- Junior's been hit.

- We got Sasha
and two Brotherhood soldiers.

We're coming out.

- I love you, my brothers.

You shall be avenged.

- What have you found out
about my husband?

- Word is, he's looking
for the blade.

- The blade?

- I'm hoping that
in the future,

your business and my business
never crosses paths,

'cause you may be a big man
here in Mexico,

but I'm a big man in the world.

- I want you to fire her.

- I don't deserve
to be treated like this!

You done pissed off
a real woman

who knows how to fight back
and handle men like you.

- Here's my personal stash.

- Well done, Sebastian.

Alexander will be very pleased.

- Let's go.

- Yo, check this out.

- Yeah.
He definitely was here.

It looks like Elijah's
tip was right.

- Yeah, I don't think
he's coming back.

- Mm-hmm. Let's hope
Junior's team has better luck.

- Hey, I found something.

- This is it.

This is where
he lays his head.

- Not anymore.
Check this out.

- What is it?

- It's a fake ID.

Looks like he's trying
to book a flight out

to Birmingham, Alabama.

- Birmingham? Who the hell
goes to Birmingham, Alabama?

- Exactly.
Think about it.

Sounds like a good place
to hide, doesn't it?

- You think
he really left town?

- I don't know.

But I got a guy at TSA.

I'll have him review
the footage.

If Brother X got on that plane,

trust and believe
I'm gonna know about it.

- All right.

- Let's go.

- Run, X, run.

But you can't hide.

Let's move out.

- What do you mean
what happened?

He fired me,
that's what happened.

His lawyer and two
big-ass dudes came in

and handed me an envelope and
told me to get the hell out.

- For what?
What did you do?

- I don't know.

But the guns on their
waistbands made it very clear

that my services were
no longer required,

and I need
to keep my mouth shut.

- So what are you going to do?

- I haven't decided yet.

But I can guarantee
that Orlando Duncan

will wish he hadn't
fucked with me.

- Mr. Duncan, you have a guest.
- Okay.

It is true.

You're alive.

- I'm getting a little worried
about answering that question,

but, yes, L.C., I'm alive.

Sorry to disappoint you
and everyone else.

- I have no reason
to be disappointed either way.

What you do
is none of my business.

I'm just not in the habit
of seeing ghosts.

I try to stay away
from that sort of thing.

- Afraid of ghosts, are you?
- No.

I ain't afraid of no ghosts.

I consider myself one of
the original Ghostbusters.

- What are you doing here,
Alejandro?

- I need to speak
to my wife.

I'm told that she spends a lot
of time with your family.

- She used to.
Not anymore.

- I take it she's worn out
her welcome.

- You could say that, yes.

- She has a habit
of doing that.

Do you know
where I can find her?

- No, I don't.

Consuela and her whereabouts
is no concern of mine.

I don't keep tabs on her.

- You do keep tabs on her son,
don't you?

Your grandson?

- I got my driver's permit,
Grandpa.

- Driver's permit.

Exactly how old are you, son?
- I'm--

- Old enough to know better
than to speak to strange men.

Everything all right here,
L.C.?

- Yes.
Everything's fine.

He was just leaving.

D.J.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Duncan.

- That who I think it was,
Grandpa?

- Yes, son, it was.

- So my mom wasn't lying.

- No, it appears
she was telling the truth.

Her husband, Alejandro,
is back from the grave.

- I thought you said
you loved me.

- I do.
I do love you, mi'jita.

- Then why haven't you done
anything to help me?

What's the problem?

I already told you.

I don't want to be
in the middle of this.

It's not my place.
- It's not your place?

- ¿Tú no eres mi hombre?

Don't you sleep with me?

I cook all your fucking meals,
don't I?

- That's right.
Like a good woman should.

- Then why isn't it
in your place to help me?

- Because I'm not going
to allow you to manipulate me

into talking to my best friend
about something

that has nothing
to do with me.

Now, if you want to fix things
between you and your son,

hey, you talk
to L.C. yourself.

Leave me out of it.

- Okay.

I'll just get someone else
to help me.

I mean, if that's
what you want.

You know I can be
a very persuasive woman

when I want something, Juan.

- No jode conmigo, Consuela.
Don't play with me.

- Hmm.
- You know how I get.

I'm very jealous.
Very jealous.

And, uh...

you wouldn't want
whoever's helping you

to be floating down
the Jersey Shore

with their throats cut

from ear to ear,
would you?

Huh?

- Okay.

But the least you can do

is give me some money
so that I can go shopping.

- Hmm.Fine.

Where's Natalia?
I haven't seen her all day.

- Well, I wasn't
planning anything,

so I gave her the day off.

- Ah, so take
the Cuban with you.

I don't want to take
any chances.

Haven't seen your ex
in days in LA.

He could be anywhere.

- Ramon can take care
of things.

Believe me.

Oyeme...

I like Ramon,

but he's no Natalia,
because if he was,

you wouldn't need
my protection, would you?

Take the Cuban, okay?

- Ay-ay-ay.
Okay, mi amor.

- I don't know why
you're doing all that?

It's just gonna get
messed up again.

- Oh, really?
- Guaranteed.

- Hmm.
- Unless...

you have plans on running off
with Consuela again.

- No.

Consuela's preoccupied
across town,

and I don't have to
meet up with her

for another few hours.
- Okay.

- But we have to
stop doing this.

She already suspects.

- Fuck what she suspects.

She's gonna have
enough problems

when Alejandro finds her.

Now, enough about
my aunt Consuela.

Are you gonna come to bed?

- I don't know.
Am I?

Yeah, I guess I am.

- Taking the time to pick the
right club to seal your fate?

- And what makes you think
I'm going to lose?

- You got to hit a hole-in-one
to get me.

- Okeydokey.

Then I guess that's just
what I'll have to do.

- You're pretty confident.

What do you say
we increase our wager, then?

- What's your stake
in Cora International, hmm?

Ten million shares?

How would you like
to double that?

- Okay.
You got a bet.

- Good.

Yes!
- Yes.

That's my baby.
- Oh, yeah.

I'm gonna need those shares
transferred immediately.

- Alexander, you know this will
ruin me financially.

It'll bury me.
- Hmm.

Well, you know, sometimes it's
better be buried financially

than buried alive, right?

- I'm gonna need those shares

by the end of business, Richard.

Am I understood?

- He'll get you your shares.
We promise.

- Then it's all settled.

Now, if you gentlemen
will excuse me,

I have a colleague
I must speak to.

I will meet you
at the clubhouse for a beer.

- Nice shot.
- Thank you.

I'm gonna need more HEAT,
Sebastian.

When can you get it to me?

- I can't.

- You can't?

- My supplier can't get the
amount I was getting for you.

I barely have enough
for my clubs.

- Fuck your clubs.

Come here.

I thought you understood
the big picture.

They're joking, right?
- They would want to be.

- It's okay, ladies.
Stand down.

Stand down, God damn it!
- Good girls!

But you will pay
for that moment of stupidity.

- They didn't mean it,
Alexander.

They were just doing their job
protecting me, that's all.

- Very admirable.

But still unacceptable.

- Look, Alexander,
let me make it up to you.

My next shipment,
it's yours.

- I know that.

- Let's go.
Let's go!

I'm meeting with Nadja Shah
to unload the AR-15s tomorrow.

- Good, good.

After you're done with that,

I want all of our efforts
concentrated

on our new
pharmaceutical venture.

- Sure about that?

That's a lot of eggs
to put in one basket.

- Yeah, right now
Cora International

is worth $7 billion US.

So, with our network
of distribution

and our military-contracting
shell companies

and if things go the way
we want them to,

we should be worth ten times
that much within two years.

So, yes.

I'm sure about that.
- Mm.

Okay.

- Babe, where you at?
- Ay, vengo.

Yeah.
- Wow.

You look amazing.
- Yeah, thank you.

See, I think it's time
we have that conversation

about those benefits.

- Let's talk about
those benefits.

- A long conversation.

- What's up with that?
- Mm-hmm.

But these can't come off.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Hold on.

Hello?

- Where have you been?

We've been calling you all day.

I haven't got any calls
from you.

The only calls I received
were from Ramon,

and I thought he was
calling to clown me

about the Clippers
losing to the Lakers.

- Well, he was
calling you for me.

I need you to meet me
at Christopher Morley Park

in Manhasset.
- I-I'm in Farmingdale.

It's going to take me at least
an hour to get there.

- That's fine.

I'll be here for a while.

- Where are you going?

- I have to go to work.

- You're joking, right?

- Adiós, amor.

- Can I help you?
- Qué bella día.

You mind if I join you?

- I'm waiting for somebody,

and that seat is taken.

So can you please leave,
por favor?

- Mmm.

Qué bella mujer.

But you're very rude.

- Ramon!

Can you come and take care
of this man, please?

Ramon?

- Now, you can
come with us and live,

or you can stay here
and die.

It's your choice.

- Do you know who I am?
- Oh, definitely.

- Okay.
- Hmm.

Pa'rriba, por favor.

Damas primero.

- Ten cuidado.
- Oh, yes, mucho.

- You sure about this, sweetie?

- I'm sure.

I was going to have
to see her sometime,

and now's as good a time
as any.

- All right. Well, I'll be here
if you need me.

- Thanks.

I got to go. She's never late.
- Okay.

- There is something...

I'd like to share with you.

- Oh, yeah?

What's that?

- You know, it's been a while
since my wife died.

We're truly in love.

- Oh, well, that's great news.

Who's the lucky lady?
Do I know her?

- Yeah, you do.

She's been here several times.

- Huh.

Who?

Consuela.

- That's not funny, Juan.

I'm not laughing, L.C.

This truly is--is love, amigo.

We really love each other,
you know?

It's--it's crazy.
- You can't be serious.

I just got that damn woman
out of my life,

and now my best friend
is dating her.

What is wrong
with this picture?

We're not just dating, L.C.

We're truly in love.

I mean,
it sounds crazy, but...

I think I'm gonna marry her.

- Marry her?
Oh, come on, man.

Are you out of your mind?

Damn.

Can't you see what she's doing?

Come on,
that ain't love, Juan.

That's manipulation.

Come on, brother.
You're smarter than that.

- Well, evidently I'm not.

The heart wants
what the heart wants.

It's--
- Oh...

- She stood him up, L.C.
The bitch stood him up.

Hi, Juan.

- What?
What are you talking about?

- Consuela.

She agreed to meet Nevada
in the park.

Had him sitting there waiting
for two hours.

No phone call,
no showing up, nothing.

- You all right, Nevada?

Yeah.

She texted me saying she wanted
to meet me for my birthday.

I don't know why I gave in,
but I did.

- You gave in because
she's your mother

and you love her.

Sometimes love makes us
make some dumbass decisions.

Ain't that right, Juan?

- Yeah.
Sometimes.

Hey, I got to go.

Listen...

I left something
with your grandfather,

so you have a great birthday,
you hear me?

- Thanks, Uncle Juan.

- Chippy,
it was a pleasure as always.

Love you.

- Juan. Hey, Juan.
Juan, hey--

Oh, man.

I just want you to think.

Okay, be careful.

Before you get yourself
into this shit so deep,

you can't get out of it.

I appreciate your concern, L.C.

But I'll be fine,
trust me.

I'll be okay, amigo.

- Aw, man.

- Rolls-Royce.
- Yes, yes.

Absolutely.
Only a moment here.

Here you go.

- Thank you.
- Car will be right over there.

- What are you doing?

That's his car
you're sitting in.

- You must be Sabrina.
- Mm-hmm.

- Which means
you must be Richard.

- Yeah, you know our names.
Who are you?

- I'm your last warning.

- What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?

Do you know who I am?

- Well, I hear you're
some big-time tech guy,

but I could care less.

What I care about is
the 10 million shares

of Cora Enterprises that you
were supposed to transfer

to Mr. Cora last week.

- So that's what this is about.
Alexander sent you.

Well, you can tell Alexander

that I'm not gonna
transfer him those shares

over a golfing bet.

- I talked to my lawyer.

I'm all set.
He's got nothing on me.

Now, please,
get the fuck away from my car.

- I don't know why you men
just won't keep your word.

Things could be
so much simpler.

- Um, look, is that real?

- I don't know.
What do you think, Richard?

Do you think it's real?

- Yeah, it's real.

What are you going to do?

You gonna shoot me
in broad daylight?

I'm sure there's plenty
of cameras in this garage.

- They've been disabled.

As you can see, the parking
valet is already gone.

Brother...

- You kill me, he's not
going to get those shares.

He doesn't want me to kill you.

He wants me to kill her.

- What? No, Richard--
- She's not gonna do anything.

- Now,

that could have been your wife
instead of your mistress.

Or perhaps your kids,

or your parents
living in Wales.

Transfer the damn shares, Richard.

Trust me.

You don't want to see me again.

Hey.

Where's Consuela?
We need to talk.

- I was hoping
you could tell me.

She's not answering her phone.

Neither is Ramon.

- You mean she's not here?

I think something's
happened to her.

- That son of a bitch
Alejandro has her.

I know it.
I know it.

- What are
you going to do?

Shit.
I don't know.

I don't know.

They could be--they
could be anywhere.

I just don't know
where to start.

- I think I do.

- Okay, vámonos.
Let's go.

- Thanks for taking care of me.
- Don't scare me like that.

- Brother Elijah.

It's good to see you well.
- Brother Minister.

It's good to be well, sir.
- Indeed.

We are indebted to the Duncans

for seeing to it that your
medical needs were tended to.

- Thank you.

I would've expected
far worse treatment.

- No, from what my niece
and Brother Minister tell me,

you deserve
even better treatment.

Thanks for keeping her safe.

However,

I do need to know
if I can trust

sending you out
into the world.

I don't want any harm
coming to my family.

- I don't wish harm on anyone
in your family, sir.

You have my word.

- Well, then,
all is well.

- See you again, L.C.
- Brother Minister.

- Thank you, Elijah...

For everything.

- Of course.

Sir.

- Well...

You all right?
- I'm better now.

Thank you, Uncle L.C.
- You got it.

- Are you okay?

- I'm--I'm fine.

- And you are, too.

- Wow.

What is it that
you have there, Brother Elijah?

- Um...

uh, nothing, nothing.

- Nothing, huh?

Looks to me like
you got a phone number.

- Come on. Come on.

- Oh, man.

- Well, hello.
How are you folks doing today?

- We're looking for Consuela.

- I'm not sure who Consuela is,

and I'm the only one here,

so you must have
the wrong place.

- No, we have the right place.

Your company
insured her jewelry.

Consuela Zuniga?

- Oh, yes.

Now, her, I do know.

But, unfortunately,
she hasn't been here today.

- Yes, we know.

But she had some jewelry fitted
with micro-tracking.

She did, yes.

And it brought down
her premium considerably.

Are you looking to have
some pieces insured?

No.

We need tracking info
on Consuela's Cartier bracelet.

- Sure thing.

Just have Ms. Zuniga
give me a call,

and I'll see
what can be arranged.

- I don't think you understand.
She's missing.

And we need to track
her bracelet to find her.

You understand?

- Oh, no, I'm--I'm really sorry
to hear that.

Um...

why don't you just have
the police give me a call?

You have reported her missing,
haven't you?

- Contacting the police
would be a lot of...

unnecessary red tape...

and a huge waste of time

when you can just give us
the information right now.

- You know,
I would really love to help,

but I'm gonna need something
a little more official.

- Is this official for you?

Huh?

- ¿Qué pasa, viejo?
- Hola, ¿dónde estás?

- I just arrived in LA.
Where are you?

- We're on our way as well.

We had to bury something first.

- Good.

I guess it's done, huh?

- Claro que sí.

Your sister's
a very capable woman.

She put Consuela
in her place very quick.

She won't be a hindrance
to you no longer.

- I want to thank you both
for your attention to detail.

I'll be at the farm.

I'll see you there.
- Gracias.

- Para la casa.

- Hey.

- I didn't think you'd come.

- You know better than that.

Has there ever been a time

that you've called
and I didn't come?

- No.

I guess not.

I'm sorry.

I'm just feeling
a bit annoyed right now.

- What's wrong?

Do you need me
to talk to Richard again?

No, Richard got the message.

- Mm.
- He transferred the shares.

- Hmm, good.

So what's the problem?

Let me guess.
She found out we're meeting?

- Nah.

Nah, I wouldn't be here
is she did.

- Yeah.

- No, I just...

I'm dealing
with a dilemma right now--

something that's
eating me up...

inside.

- What kind of dilemma?

Is it something
I can help with?

- I don't know.Perhaps.

But this is more personal
than business.

- Hmm.

- There's a man in Mexico...

A very powerful man...

who disrespected me like no one
ever has and survived.

- You want me to kill him?

- More than anything
in the world.

But the blowback
from killing him

would have huge implications.

They would know
that it was me behind it.

And then his people
would come for us all.

And we don't need that
right now.

- Okay.

So what do you want me to do?

- You know,
I'm working on something that

could pull the rug
from underneath him

and his most powerful allies.

- Hmm.

- But I need him to be
distracted while I'm doing it.

Well, that's easy enough.

You know I'm good
at being a distraction.

Yeah, that you are.

His name is Señor Marco Cruz.

- Yeah, I've heard of him.

And you're right.
He is a powerful man.

He's done work
with the Guild before.

But you know all men
have their weaknesses.

- Then I want you
to find his, Sage.

And take your time.

This is not to be rushed.

- Consider it done.

I have a job
I have to complete,

but when I'm finished,

he will have
my full attention.

- See ya.
- Yeah.

- Hey, Sage?

- Yes, Daddy?
- Thank you.

- You don't have to thank me.

Just make sure you see me
Sunday night at dinner.

- All right,
I'll be there.

You be careful out there.

- According to this,

the signal's coming
from out there somewhere.

- This doesn't
look good.

You're sure
this is the place?

- According to this app, yes.

She's out there somewhere.

- Okay.

Vámonos, let's go.

- Shit.

Oh, God.

- You think this is her?

Dímelo,
you think this is her?

- It's what this says.

- Oh, no.

Damn.

Damn.

- Where are you going?

- I can't leave
the love of my life

buried like this.

She deserves better.

- Whoa, hey, what the hell's
going on out here?

Hey, you two.

What are you doing out here?

Give me that.

Hand it over!
And keep your eyes on her.

Come on.

Slowly.

Come on, honcho.

Get over there.

Both of you.
- Move it.

- Bob, make sure they don't
move a goddamn muscle.

- Right over there.

Don't you move.

- What the hell's that?

- What'd you find?

Can you get it?

- Hey, call it in.

I think we got a goddamn
body wrapped in here.

Don't move!

- Hey, nephew.

You got a minute?

- Sure.

What's this?

- Happy birthday.

It is your birthday,
isn't it?

- Yeah.

Thanks, but shouldn't
you wait till my party?

I am not going to be here
for your party.

I'm sorry.
I'm leaving.

- Leaving?
Where are you going?

- Europe.
Maybe Asia.

I just--I need to get
out of here and clear my mind.

- I get it.

But not like Uncle Junior,
right?

I can still call you
and stuff?

- Anytime you want.

- Okay.

I can live with that.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just because
I gave it to you early

does not mean
you get to open it.

And I want you to open it
when you're alone.

- Okay. I will.
- Okay.

- You didn't get me
any leather underwear, did you?

- What? No, of course not.

I brought you
something you're going to need.

Your father bought me
something very similar

for my 16th birthday.

Just make sure you're alone
when you open it, okay?

- Okay.

- I'm gonna miss you.

You have grown
into an amazing man...

Just like your dad.

I'm so proud of you.

So proud of you.

- Thanks.

- Auntie Paris?

- Yeah?

- Please be safe.

And always remember,
you're a Duncan.

There's nothing
more important than that.

- I know.

- Hey, son. What's up?
- Hi, baby.

I just saw the TSA video.

Brother X got on a plane

to Birmingham, Alabama,
two days ago.

- Yeah, I'd prefer him dead,
but it's not bad news.

- Nope.
Not at all.

I also sent some of the boys
down there to go look for him.

I also alerted
our Southern clients

about the bounty on his head,

along with our family
at Waycrest.

- Good.
- Mm-hmm.

- And now we can celebrate
our grandson's 16th birthday

in peace.

- Paris.

What's up, girl?
Where you at?

We're about to get started.
I know you love to eat.

- I'm not coming.

I, um...

I wanted to--
- You wanted to what?

- I just--I wanted
to apologize to you.

I am so sorry.

Sasha, I never meant for you
or anyone else to get hurt.

I just--I...

I had to be the one
to get Brother X.

But I should've listened
to you and Orlando.

I am sorry.

I really am.

Next to Rio...

You're the best friend
I ever had.

Hello?

Hello? Sasha?

- I think that's the nicest
thing you've ever said to me.

- Well, I really meant it.

- Wow, um...

I believe you.

And I appreciate it.

I know it took a lot
for you to say that to me.

I accept your apology.

- Yeah.

Thanks.

Hey, Sasha?

- Yeah?

- I love you, cuz.

- I...

Hello?

Paris?

- London, where are you?

I thought you said

you were gonna be here
for Nevada's party.

- I'm not bringing
my kids back to New York

until Brother X is dead
or in custody, Harris.

I already talked to Daddy
about it.

- I don't give a damn
who you talked to.

What are you talking about?
You bring my kids home.

- You know,
don't start with me, Harris,

because this little trip
wasn't my idea.

- Listen, I know I said that,
but everything is fine now.

- Oh, really?

Have you seen the news?

- Listen to me, London.
Listen to me very carefully.

I don't give a damn what
you're talking about right now.

You bring my damn--
Hello?

Hello?

The motherfuck--?

- Yes?
- Hello, how are you doing?

Um, I have a package here
for a Mr. or Mrs. Duncan.

- I'll take it.
- Oh, no, ma'am.

I'm sorry, this, uh, needs
a signature from a Duncan.

- Um, let's go around back.

- Okay.

Mmm.

- That looks good.

- Oh, um...

I saw the cake mix,
and I thought I would just, uh,

get things ready
for the party?

- I don't mind.

Junior said that
you are a wonderful cook.

I guess we will
find that out tonight.

- Thanks, Junior.

No pressure at all.
- You'll be fine.

And Nevada's gonna
love this cake.

- Oh, I hope so.

This is a family recipe,
this icing.

Um, Dawn, there's a few things
I need to talk to you about.

- Yes, ma'am?

- This is for you.

- What is it?
- Open it up and see.

Um, is this real?

- Yes, it is real.

- I-I would've
never expected this.

I-I...

- Dawn, I am woman enough
to admit that

I may have been wrong
about you.

So now I'm giving you
a chance to prove it.

- Mrs. Duncan, I--

I don't know what to say, I--

I will never disappoint you.

Never, I promise.
I just don't understand how.

I mean, how'd you get--

- I got Harris to pull some
strings at the courthouse

to get your divorce
fast-tracked.

Nothing a little money
couldn't solve,

you know, especially since
your husband is a fugitive.

- Oh, God.
I don't know what to say.

I just--I can't--I can't
wait to tell Junior.

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, but there is
one more thing, actually.

You know what?
It's more of a request.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Now since you
are divorced...

When's the wedding?

- Come on.Come on.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you.

- And just to let you know,
I want lots of grandbabies.

- Lots of them.

Lots of them.
- Plenty.

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, you're gonna do
just fine.

You're gonna do just fine.

- Yes, what is it?

- May I help you?
- Are you Mrs. Duncan?

- I am.
You have something for me?

- I most certainly do.

- Surprise, surprise!

- Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday.

- All right, all right.

- Make a wish.
- Make a wish.

- Make a wish first.
- Make a wish.

- Whoa, all right.
- That's a big wish.

- I think I have something that
might put a smile on your face.

- Like what?
- Come on. Take a walk with me.

- Uh-oh.
- Come on, baby.

- Uh-oh.
- Follow me. Follow Grandma.

- Wait, can I get one?
- About to get a car?

- I don't want to wait.

- It's nice.
- Mm-hmm.

- For real?
- Happy birthday, son.

- Thank you.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you.

- Ah, you're so welcome.

All yours, baby.

Done good.
- Yep.

- I love it!

- Well, don't just stand there.