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- Previously on "The Family Business"...

- Brother Xavier is nobody to play with.

- I want Junior Duncan dead by the end of the week.

- Look like Junior's gone off the grid.

- It's a body bag. Alejandro's alive.

- This stops right here, right now.

- He didn't make it. - Oh, come on!

Come on! Come on!

- Sasha has been kidnapped.

- Have you found out who she is yet?

- No.

I can't turn back now.

- Whoever this guy is knows where Sasha is.

- Exactly.

- Anything Duncan, I want dead.

- Failure is never an option!

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

- She's very capable. - You want me to kill him?

- More than anything in the world.

- You don't wanna see me again.

- I want you to fire her.

- Wait, get your hands off me!

You can't go around treating people like shit, Orlando.

- Listen, Brandi, I'm telling you,

you don't wanna go there with me.

- Welcome back, son.

All right, family, let's take these bastards out

and get Sasha back.

- Run, X, run.

But you can't hide.

- I have a package here for Mr. and Mrs. Duncan.

- What did you get yourself into, Consuela?

- I guess it's done, huh?

- I think we got a damn body wrapped in here.

Don't move!

- Are you Mrs. Duncan?

- I am.

You have something for me?

- I most certainly do.

- Yes, what is it? May I help you?

- Are you Mrs. Duncan?

- I am. Do you have something for me?

- I most certainly do.

- Well, don't just stand there.

- Huh?

- Donna, you want another drink, baby?

- Yes, a dirty martini.

In fact, make it a double and have Johnny come on here

and check the meat on the grill.

- You have company? - My boyfriend,

but it's none of your business.

Now, where do I sign?

- Did you say your name is Donna?

- I am Donna Duncan.

Why? Does that change anything?

- Yes, ma'am, this says Dolores,

but you-- you look like a Dolores.

I'm sorry for wasting your time.

Sorry.

- Hey, who was that?

- Some crazy-ass deliveryman.

Like I look like a damn Dolores.

Mmm.

- Make sure when you open it, you're alone.

- Now what'd you get me, Paris?

This might just be better than a new car.

- Good evening. - Oh, hello. How are you?

- So where are we, Dr. Fritz? - Well, right now,

we're at a point of flux so it could go either way.

- Well, that's not what I want to hear, Doctor.

I want to hear that you're done.

That you have completed the task

that I've already paid you millions to do.

- I know that, sir, it's just that unfortunately

we've sort of run into a few complications,

but I'm certain that in one or two months,

we'll have the desired result.

- Hmm. And how can you be certain of that?

I mean,

what are these complications that we're talking about?

- Well, if you come with me, I can show you.

Right this way.

Hello, Freddie.

- Did you bring me one?

- I did. Do you want it?

- Yes, please.

- Freddie, right?

Freddie, let me ask you something.

This drug she's about to give you...

Just how good is this shit, dude?

- Man, I have never had anything like this,

and I've been doing drugs since I was 15!

- Ooh, wow!

Freddie, what are you willing to do to get it?

- I'm willing to do whatever,

whatever it takes, okay?

Can I have it now, please?

Please? Please! Please!

Please? Please? Please?

- Like I said, we're close.

- Close?

Doctor, this man looks high as shit to me.

- He is, but just watch and wait.

- Um, what's wrong with him?

- He's having a seizure. That's the complication.

It's the drug's side effect.

- Side effect, Doctor?

This looks like a straight-up effect to me.

Is this what you consider close?

- Mr. Cora, Mr. Cora, please wait.

Just hear me out.

Okay, a month ago

the test subjects were dying from the seizures.

Now they're just sleeping for long hours.

That means we're doing good. That means we're really close.

- But no cigar? Not nearly close enough, Doctor.

I need you to get this right.

I do not want to have this conversation again.

- I don't know if you heard

about what happened to Doctor Arnold's team, but...

I'd do as he said

like your life depended on it...

Because it does.

Ciao.

- Look, look, Pops, this is the part I was talking about.

- Wow!

- Jeez! - It's crazy.

- Hey, Nevada. - Sup, Uncle Jun?

- Sorry to interrupt, Pop.

But do you and Orlando have a second?

- Sure. Everything okay?

- We need to ask you a question.

Actually, it's more like a favor.

- Well, I am almost all out

of those for today, Junior, what's up?

- Sonya and I are getting married

and I was wondering if you would be my best man.

- Me? - Yeah, you.

- Shit.

Man, after all the stuff this family has been through,

it's--it's not a favor.

It would be-- it would be my honor.

- Thank you, brother. - Thanks.

- Hey, what's going on? Movie's over already?

- Orlando just agreed to be my best man.

- Oh, my goodness! - Yes, yes.

- You finally set a date, didn't you?

- We did. - You did!

- Okay. We are going to do three months

from next Saturday.

- Three months? - Yes.

- Oh, my God! I got a lot to plan.

I got a--oh--don't look at-- you have a lot to plan,

Sonya, you know.

A wedding is a very big undertaking, yeah.

- But actually, I was gonna ask

if you would help me plan the wedding.

You know, my mom is gone and--

look, just something simple, small is fine.

- Girl, you about to be a Duncan.

We don't do anything small and simple.

- That's right.

- Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!

- Yeah! - Thank you!

But you know what, that's not it.

- Oh, that's not it?

- Mr. Duncan,

like I said before, you know, my family is not here

and it would be a tremendous honor

to have you walk me down the aisle.

- Wow.

I--

I would love to walk you down the aisle, yes.

- Thank you.

- Thank you. Thank you.

Looks like we are having a wedding.

- Yes! - We having a wedding.

- Baby. - We having a wedding.

- I love you so much. - Ohh, my baby.

- Ugh.

Who the hell are you?

And why the fuck is you at my door?

I'm looking for Xavier. - Xavier.

Here we go again with this bullshit.

Look, he not here and no, I don't know where he is.

Look, whatever Charlie, Brother X, or whatever the fuck

he's calling himself these days, got his ass into,

it ain't got shit to do with me.

So if you'll excuse me, I don't fuck with the police.

- I don't know no damn Charlie.

And do I look like the police to you?

- Well, you don't look Muslim either.

Where's your bowtie?

- I'm not Muslim. Xavier tried to convert me

but I like smoking weed and eating pussy too much.

Look, I just want to get a brother his bread

so we ain't had no problems.

- Ohh, well, why didn't you just say so?

Come on in.

- Nah. I don't want to be disrespectful.

I know how Muslim men are about they women.

I am not his woman.

I'm his sister, Charmaine.

So like I said,

come on in, handsome.

- Well, well, well.

- Oh, shit!

- What's wrong? What's wrong?

- Make yourself at home, sexy.

- You got a nice spot here.

- Yeah, I mean, it's just a studio but I like it.

- When we was up north, he said this the address,

he wanted me to come bring him his loot.

He didn't tell me he had a fine-ass sister living here.

Well, that's because he too busy talking

about that uppity wife of his.

- Yeah, he talked about her a lot.

- Mm-hmm. - So when's he going to be back?

You know, I wanna get this money in his hands before I spend it.

- Oh, well, why don't you just leave it with me?

I'll give it to him.

- Sure? - Mm-hmm.

- How I know I can trust you?

- Sometimes you have to build trust.

- Yeah, you right. Sometimes you do.

- So what you going to do?

- You ain't saying nothing but a word.

- This ought to teach him a lesson.

- Damn it, Brandi!

What the fuck are you doing to my car?

- Just be glad I didn't do it to you, you bastard.

- You psychotic. - Really?

You caused this and it's going to get worse!

- Oh, my God, I'm gonna fucking--

- You gonna what? You gonna what on me though?

Please say it.

I'm sure your little friend here would be a great witness.

- Orlando, is everything okay?

- Everything's fine, just go back in the house please, okay?

- Honey, word of advice, I hope you made him wear protection

'cause if not, you got it too.

- Excuse me? Got what? - An STD that he gave to me

and I'm still on antibiotics for it!

You a nasty-ass bastard, Orlando.

- So that's what you're doing now,

you gonna stand out in front of my house telling lies.

I didn't give you anything because I don't have anything.

- Yes, the hell you do!

Why else would I be standing here arguing with your ass?

I should have busted out your windows!

- This is why my father taught me not to sleep with the help.

Let's go back inside.

Brandi, get off of my property, and I mean it.

- And if I don't, Orlando Duncan?

What are you gonna do?

- I don't think you want the answer to that.

You know,

I always knew I'd end up in jail

because of Consuela,

but I figured it'd be because I killed somebody, you know?

Not for grave robbing.

- Calmate--

- Calmate, calm down-- are you se--you calm down!

Any minute now, they're gonna walk us in front of a judge

and charge us with murder!

- All right, let's go. - Where are we going?

- To see the judge.

- I said, let's go.

- I heard you!

- His search was illegal.

All right? This is irrelevant.

- Case dismissed. Let them go.

- I don't understand. Why are they just letting us go?

What happened?

- I happened.

- My man! Good to see you, Lamar.

- Good to see you too, Juan. - Good, good.

- Wasn't too hard to take care of.

- I'll need to make

some arrangements for Consuela's body.

Did they take it to the morgue, or...

- Actually, there is no body.

- What do you--what do you mean there's no body?

- Wait--wait a minute.

We were digging in the grave where she was buried.

- You two were arrested for the guns found in the car,

but I got those charges dropped,

especially since the search was illegal

and again, there was no body.

Now, if you two will excuse me,

I have to get back to Riverdale.

- Well, thanks again, Lamar. Thank you for your diligence.

- Yeah, of course, six-figure retainer

always gets my personal attention.

- Say hi to the family, all right?

- All right. Stay out of jail.

- What's with the long face?

We're not doing any jail time, no trial, no nothing, so--

- I know.

There's just something that's not sitting right with me.

- And what's that?

- Juan, if there's no body,

then where the hell is Consuela?

- Good question. And I'm going to find out.

- There you go.

I got to tell you, Chewy,

this is the best barbecue I've ever tasted.

- Gracias.

- And I spent time in Texas, Memphis, North Carolina.

You, my friend, have a gift.

- Orale.

- I'd kill for food this good.

- You'd kill for anything, Blade.

- Yeah. You're right.

- I'll be back, huh?

I brought you some food.

Wake up and eat it. It's good.

- Why are you doing this to me, Alejandro?

What's the point of keeping me in here?

Why don't you just kill me and be done with it?

- I want to give you a taste of your own medicine.

I want you to feel how I felt locked away

from the rest of the world because of your lies.

- My people will come for me, you know that?

- Your people?

- Your people are my people,

and you treated them like shit.

Now, if they come, they'll be begging for a job

just like the rest of them.

Your people hate you more than I hate you.

- Fucking bastard!

- Maybe, but you made me that way.

I loved you with all my heart

and you stabbed me in the fucking back.

Now, eat.

Or I'll send Blade in here to feed you.

Maybe you'll fare better than your nephew Ramon.

- Is Ramon alive?

- Barely.

Now, fucking eat, cabróna.

- Dr. Trumbull, Dr. Fritz. - Hello.

- I received your message.

I'm assuming you have good news for me.

- Well, I-I don't know if I'd say good

but definitely encouraging.

The compound we've developed no longer causes seizures.

- Well, that sounds promising,

but why do I hear hesitance in your voice?

- Although they're not having seizures,

they're still passing out 15 minutes

after taking the drug,

literally unconscious for hours.

- Ohh, unconscious for hours? - Mm-hmm.

- That is damn sure not what I expected when you called me

to come down here in the middle of the night.

You could have told me that shit on the phone.

- I know, I know, but Dr. Trumbull

has something to say I'm sure you'll want to hear personally.

- Pray tell. You're on.

What have you got to add to this conversation, Dr. Trumbull?

- Well, how would you like to have someone who's worked

on the original HEAT come on board?

- You know someone who's worked on the original HEAT?

- Intimately. - Really?

- Yes, sir.

- She dated my son for several years.

She's a brilliant woman.

- Oh.

Well, perhaps we should send you to recruit her.

- I don't think that would be a very good idea.

She and my son didn't exactly split up on the best of terms

when she found out about his wife.

- Thank you, Dr. Trumbull, I appreciate that.

- Anything I can do to help. - All right, I'll look into it.

Dr. Fritz. - Mm-hmm?

- Let's just suppose we can't recruit this woman.

- Mm-hmm.

- Our version of HEAT, how is it coming?

- Well, that depends on you.

We've nearly depleted our supply of HEAT,

so the sooner we get more,

the sooner you'll get your drug.

- Well,

I guess we'll just have to secure more HEAT.

- I'm just glad that you're well,

Brother Elijah, and I'm equally pleased

that you've agreed to accept the position

as Commander of the New Brotherhood,

which will take its place as our new security force.

- I'm grateful and humble that you welcomed me

and the brotherhood back, Brother Minister, thank you.

- No. In my eyes, you were never gone.

Bringing the brotherhood into the flock is something

that I had prayed to Allah for many years now,

my son.

I just wish we hadn't lost so many good brothers

because of Xavier's war with the Duncans.

- Most of the lost could have been prevented

if I hadn't been so blind.

Their deaths lay at my feet and on my conscience.

- It wasn't your decisions that were poor.

It was Brother Xavier's.

I can't think of anything that you did that was wrong...

But there's still much work to be done,

and I am certain that you are the one to do it, am I correct?

- You are correct, Brother Minister,

and I'm ready to get started.

- Good. Have a good evening.

- You as well, Minister.

- Your drink.

- I thought I was being stood up.

- Oh, you know I'd never do that.

- Mm.

- How are you? - I'm better now.

How are you?

- A little sore, but I went to work today,

so I guess I'm fine.

- You are fine.

I missed you the last few days.

- I missed you too.

But we need to talk.

- Uh-oh, that's never a good sign.

What is it? I'm showing too much skin?

- Well, usually, yes,

but...

that's not what I wanted to talk about.

- Okay, spill it.

- Sasha, I like you.

Like, I more than like you.

- Okay.

- We've been through a lot together.

- Mm-hmm.

- But is this realistic?

- What do you mean realistic?

I'm feeling you, you feeling me?

It's not rocket science, Elijah,

unless something's changed.

- No, no, nothing's changed,

but you said it yourself.

Your family?

- What about them? - They don't approve.

They think I've brainwashed you.

- So? It's not up to them.

- Okay. Okay. Now who's being unrealistic?

Those people literally put their lives on the line

to come and rescue you.

They love you.

- I love them,

but if you wouldn't have kept me alive,

there would have been no one to rescue.

You almost got yourself killed saving my life.

Elijah,

they're not the only ones I love.

- You keep telling me that. - Mm-hmm.

- But I know how much your family means to you,

and they hate me. - No.

- And you're afraid to tell them that we're together.

- First of all, I'm not afraid of anything,

but also, they don't hate you.

- Really? - Okay, Junior and Orlando,

yes, they hate you, but that's not my entire family.

I don't hate you.

And I'm gonna tell them.

- Okay, when? - Soon.

- Soon? - Very soon.

Like, as soon as possible.

- Here's to soon. - Cheers to soon.

- Sebastian, I'm going to need more HEAT.

- I gave you everything I had.

- So get some fucking more!

- I'm trying, but I'm gonna need a little more time.

- Sebastian, you're starting to disappoint me.

Perhaps I should be doing business with someone else.

- Don't be like that, Alexander.

I busted my ass trying to get you some more.

- You recall something I told you the first time we met?

It went a little like this.

"Failure is not an option."

- Yes, I know, but--hello--hello?

Son of a bitch!

- There you go.

- What's good, ma? Are you ready for round two?

- Ain't nobody thinking about

no fucking sex right now, okay?

What I want to know is have you seen my fucking brother?

- Nah, ma, I ain't seen him, why?

- I told him that you stopped by,

and he looked at me like he wanted to smack me

until I gave him the money.

- Hold up, you saw him and you ain't call me?

- Well, I'm calling you now.

- Yeah, after the fact, Charmaine.

Damn, I really needed to see him.

- Well, I guess we both assed out

'cause he's gone with the wind,

with my purse, my keys, and my ID.

- Maybe not.

What kind of car was he driving?

- I think some old beat-up delivery van.

- Morning, Ms. Duncan.

- Hello, Detective Brian.

- I was just in the neighborhood,

thought I'd say hello.

- Okay. - You okay?

- Everything's fine. - Well, you look lovely today.

- Thank you. - You two take care.

- You too.

- Ohh, girl, I think somebody has a crush.

- Oh, yeah, he's out here like clockwork every morning.

- But he's cute too. - Well, too bad he's broke.

- Ohh, damn! - Let's go.

- Hey, son, I didn't realize you were here.

I didn't see your car out front.

- Yeah, I don't have it right now, but don't ask.

- Hey, O, what's going on? Thought you said your car

was out back on a flatbed with four flat tires?

- Four flat tires? What woman have you pissed off?

- Clearly, Donnie talks too much.

- Come in.

- Hey, you busy?

- Hey, no. I'm just doing this and I'ma go downstairs

and get some breakfast.

What's up?

- I-I was--

I came in here because I--

- Okay, wait, hold up, you making me nervous.

- No. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - Girl, spit it out.

- I just--I gotta get my bearings.

Um...

I'm thinking about dating a Muslim.

- Are we talking about Brother Elijah? Right?

- Yes, we are.

I-I didn't mean for it to happen, don't do that.

Okay.

I just--I didn't plan on it happening.

It just happened.

- All right. So are you sure about this?

I mean, the man was your abductor and all.

- He wasn't my abductor.

Let's start there. He was my protector.

- Okay.

- And I just--

when it's us two in a room, it just feels like

it's just us two in the world.

I can't explain it, it's--

- No, I get that. I get that.

That sounds a lot like me and Junior.

But I'm just saying,

I mean, this is going to be quite complicated.

I mean--

- I know.

Orlando and Junior are going to hate it.

- I'm not talking about them.

Have you considered how your Aunt Chippy

is going to react to you saying,

"Oh, I've fallen in love with the man who tried

to kill your son and wage a war on your entire family"?

That's what I'm talking about.

- I didn't think about that. You think she'll be upset?

- I'm not here to put words in her mouth.

I'ma just say it's a strong possibility.

So you two may need to talk.

- Well, when you put it like that, it sounds pointless.

So no. - Well, no,

I don't want to say pointless. I mean,

if Brother Elijah is who you want to date

and it's love, love is never pointless.

It's just you better make

for damn sure this is what you want.

You better make sure it's real because it won't be easy.

- Wow. Yeah, I know.

Thank you, girl. - Aww!

- Do you smell that?

- That's bacon. - Yes, it's bacon.

That's my favorite. - Let's go get it.

You said it's your favorite? - It's my favorite.

- You're going to have a hard time being Muslim.

- What? I can't have bacon?

- No, girl! - Oh, hell no!

- So I would like to purchase more HEAT.

And I'm prepared to pay cash today.

How does...

$2 million sound?

- C, check this motherfucker for a wire.

- Oh, his big ass ain't searching nobody.

- Then you could get the fuck outta here.

You must have us confused with those corner boys

that you do business with in South Florida.

- This how you do business? - Not necessarily,

but when someone walks into our place of business

with a bag full of cash looking to buy drugs, things change.

See now?

- He's clean, Mr. Duncan.

- Good?

'Cause I ain't no snitch or informant.

- But one can never be too safe in our business.

- What's this you needing more product?

We already sent you your monthly shipment.

What happened to that?

- I sold it.

I'm sure Rio's told you I run Florida,

and I'm working on Georgia.

I can move product.

I just need a bigger slice of the pie.

- Well, that's not going to happen.

We already gave all the table members a 300% increase.

- Mr. Duncan,

I am just a hardworking, humble entrepreneur

trying to earn everything that I work for.

Now you being from the South, I'm sure you can understand

how difficult it is for a Black man

to make his way in the world.

- You Black?

- Now, I have the utmost respect for you.

- The fuck outta here.

- And I am just hoping to get some in return.

- Don't respect shit.

- Okay, okay, let's not lose focus.

Sebastian, I think I speak for everyone here.

We appreciate your business, and your ability

to move product so quickly is impressive.

- Pop, come on, man.

- That being said, we heard what you had to say.

We know what you want.

We'll talk about it and get back to you.

One of our people will be in touch.

- So what are you saying?

You don't want my money?

- Not at this time,

but I wouldn't go spending it just yet.

Fine.

- Sweet car. Does it come in white?

- It might. Where's Baby?

- She's outside. How much?

- $200,000. Hey, how'd it go?

- I still got my money, and your brother is a dick.

Everybody seemed onboard except him.

So your daddy was like,

"We'll take it under consideration."

Whatever the fuck that means.

- Wait, so they didn't say no?

- Well, they sure as fuck didn't say yes.

- One thing about my Pops is that if he tells you

that he's thinking about something,

it's like that.

- Well, I don't have time for him to think about shit.

I keep telling you

I'm under a lot of pressure to get this shit.

- Oh, my God.

Chippy, Chippy, Chippy, this chicken is incredible!

- Mmm, yeah, ma, this is good.

It's got a little bit more kick than usual.

- Yeah, I put a little fresh jalapeño.

Got it from Consuela.

- Spicy! - Spicy!

- Hey, baby. Mmm, you looking spicy.

- So you guys want me to fix you a plate?

Thank you, baby. - No, no.

I'm going to dinner and drinks.

- Oh, was Sasha going with you? - Yeah, and Rio too.

- Good. - Honey, what's wrong?

- Well, nothing I can put my finger on, just a feeling.

I wanna make sure they're protected.

- Okay.

Hello?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Thank you. I'll be right down.

- What is it?

- Trouble.

Harris, Junior, let's go.

- Don't move, motherfucker.

Show me some hands.

The fuck is that? A dead body?

Shit! Fuck!

- Freeze, police!

Drop the shotgun and put your hands above your head now.

- Look, man, I know what it looks like--

- Right now!

- Drop the damn gun! - Just look, man--

- Turn the hell around.

- Wait, man, let me fucking put the shit down, man.

- Slowly. - Look, look, all right.

All right. Just don't fucking shoot, all right?

Look, man, this is a big misunderstanding.

I'm a law-abiding citizen.

- Law-abiding citizens don't walk around carrying shotguns.

And what's in the van?

- Looked like a dead body.

- What the hell you mean, a dead body?

- Like I said, it looked like a dead body, man.

But it was there before I got here.

- We'll check it out. Pat his ass down.

Don't fucking move.

- Shit, it's a body in there. - That's what I said, man.

- You've got some explaining to do.

Who the hell are you?

- My name is Curtis Duncan.

I'm a bounty hunter.