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- I'd do as he said.
Like your life depended on it.

- Where the hell is Consuela?
- We're gonna find out.

- Why are you doing this
to me, Alejandro?

- I want you to feel
how I felt,

locked away from the rest of
the world because of your lies.

- How would you like to have

someone who's worked on the
original HEAT come on board?

- You don't want my money?
- Not at this time.

- I'm his sister, Charmaine.

- Who the hell are you?

- Detective.
- Mr. Duncan.

I called as soon as I knew
he was one of your people.

- Well, I wouldn't exactly say
he was one of our people,

but he is our problem.

- What's the situation?

- Two unis caught your boy
snooping around.

- He responsible for the body?

- Doesn't look like it.

- Well, thank God
for small favors.

Is he in custody?

- Look, his paperwork is good.

But his shotgun had
the serial numbers filed off.

- All right, listen.

Is there any way we can make
this charge go away?

- I'm sure something
could be arranged.

- Come on, man.

Get out the car.

- Good to see you gentlemen.
What's up, Uncle LC?

- I should be asking you that.

What have you
gotten yourself into?

- Just a little
misunderstanding.

Took the shotgun from a bail
jumper, like, two years ago.

Didn't even think to check
the serial number.

- See, that's your problem,
Curtis; you don't think.

What are you doing here,
anyway?

- Junior asked me to hunt down
the Brother X dude.

Said there was, like,
100K in it for me.

- Yeah, Curt.
But Brother X is in Alabama.

What are you doing here?
- My job.

Brother X ain't in Alabama
no more.

He right here in New York.

- Hello!
- Hey.

- I can't wait
to hit the dance floor.

- Hey.
- Well, hello, ladies.

- Yeah. How are you?
- Rio.

- Well, look,
what you drinking?

Because I got the first round,
and then y'all buying the rest.

- Okay. Well, a mojito.
- What she's having.

- I'll have a pineapple juice.

all:
Pineapple juice?

- What? I like pineapple juice.

- You pregnant?
- I am not pregnant.

- You do be sleeping
with people.

- I mean, that's true, but...

- Done come for her like that.
- Thank you, Rio.

- What can I get you?

- Let me get a whiskey sour,
two mojitos...

I'll have a glass of cabernet
and a pineapple juice.

- Miss Sonya?

- Do I know you?
- Melanie Green.

You used to live across
the street from us in Hollis.

- Mel?
- You used to babysit me.

- Oh my goodness.
Look at you, the tomboy.

You ain't no tomboy no more.

You look beautiful.
Look at you, all grown up.

- Thank you.

- What's going on?
How's the family?

- You know, we moved
to Richmond 15 years ago,

and then we moved back

when we lost my stepdad
of cancer in 2017.

But Mom and I,
we're hanging in there.

I go to NYU now.
And then hopefully law school.

- Well, all right.
Come on, now.

And I'm so sorry
to hear about your dad.

- It's okay.
- But what you doing in here?

- I'm just trying to make it.

I go to school during the day,
and then I work here at night.

You'd be surprised, though.
The tips are good.

- Girl, I--
- What's good, Mel?

Let me get a Henny and Coke.

- You know, well, go on
and take his order,

'cause he's obviously
in a rush.

I'll wait.

- Thanks.

What I owe you?

- Don't worry about it.
This one's on me.

- Oh, word.

Listen, me and my boy
Quan throwing a kickback

at his crib tomorrow,
if you want to roll.

- Oh, for real?
- Yeah.

- I just might.
Text me the address.

- Got you.

- Okay, so you
just giving drinks away?

- I mean, not usually,

but I had to make
an exception for him.

Do you see how fine he is?

- I mean, he cute, but, girl,

you don't want
to go down that road.

He looks like trouble.

- I mean,
I like a little trouble.

I've been a good girl
my whole life.

- Oh, my goodness.
I do understand.

Y--okay.

But he look like a bit more
than a little trouble.

- You smell that?
- Do I? Ma's making breakfast.

- It's not just breakfast.
It's Sunday morning breakfast.

- But it's only Friday.

both: Exactly.

- Y'all just gonna stand there,
or what?

- Oh, hey.

Nevada, pass me
that turkey sausage.

- Guess Ma decided
to make breakfast today, huh?

- Grandma didn't cook this.
- Mmm.

- Oh.
Well, then Sonya must have.

'Cause those eggs is way
too fluffy to be London's.

- Exactly.

Sonya didn't cook this either.

- Okay, well if Ma or Sonya
didn't cook this,

then who made breakfast?

We know you didn't.
- He did.

- Morning, cousins.

- Curtis.
- Rio, what's up, baby?

- I'm good. How are you, man?

- I'm great.

- When the hell
did he get here?

- Got in last night
with Grandpa.

I think you were at the lab.

- It would have been nice,
real nice,

if somebody had filled me in.

- You can take that up
with Grandpa.

But if he's gonna
make breakfast like this

every morning,
I'm okay with him staying.

Anyways...

I got to go
pack my bags, Curtis.

Thanks so much
for the breakfast.

- No problem, Lil Vegas.
You get enough to eat?

- Plenty.

- What's good, O?
- What's up?

- Food good?

- It's a'ight.

What are you doing here,
Curtis?

Shouldn't you be in Alabama,
looking for X?

- I thought they said you was
running shit around here.

Uncle LC
and Junior ain't tell you?

I tracked Brother X back here
to New York, man.

- Nah.

They didn't tell me.
They didn't tell me shit.

- As I was explaining earlier,

my daughter's recent behavior
has become quite embarrassing.

- Well, I have
a daughter as well,

so I understand and sympathize.

- So what do you think?

Have you--have you
given it a thought?

- I have,
and so has the young man.

Have you discussed
this arrangement with her?

- Oh, yes.

She's aware of what is required

to bring honor back
to our family name.

What about the young man?

- Very suitable
and well-respected.

- Wonderful. Wonderful.
I look forward to meeting him.

You know, I think
this arrangement will be good

for all of us for many reasons,
Brother Minister.

- I agree, Friend Omar.

This matrimonial act
will result

in both of our organizations
becoming one family.

We will gain majority control
of the Guild.

- There is, however...

One thing that you must know.

My daughter is not pure.

- Yeah.

I understand.

It won't be a problem.

The young man
I'm talking about,

he will take pity on her.

So...

where is your daughter?

- Oh, she's in the car.

What about the young man?

- I'll call him.

- Okay.

- Come to the table.

Go get her.

- Ah. There he is.

Meet Brother Rashad,
one of our finest brothers.

Rashad, meet Omar Shah.

- Assalamu alaikum.

- Alaikum assalam,
Brother Rashad.

- Pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Shah.

- Oh, please, please.

We are about
to become a family.

You can call me
Baba, after all.

- Yes, sir, Baba.

- She's gone.

- What do you mean, she's gone?

I'm...

I'm so...

I'm so sorry,
Brother Minister.

- Curtis.

Listen,

this breakfast was almost
as good as my mom's.

- Thank you, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

But don't tell her
that I told you that, okay?

- Secret's safe with me.
- Please.

- And speaking of secrets,

I hear you about
to be the queen of weed.

- Oh.

Well, yeah, I mean,
that's the plan.

I'll know more
after my meeting.

It's only
in the beginning stages,

and a lot could go wrong.
But I'm excited.

- You should be.
- Yeah.

- Hey, you need somebody
testing the products,

I'm your man.

- Oh.
- As a matter of fact,

you should name
a flavor after me.

- Okay.
- Yeah. I can hear folks now.

Like, "London, you got
any of that Curtis Kush?"

Man, get on out of here.

- Let me get some.
Let me get some.

- Okay, you know what,
I'm gonna keep that in mind.

What are you
doing here, though?

I thought you hated New York.
- I do.

But Uncle LC and Junior got me
tracking down

this Brother X dude.

And I love money more than
I hate New York, so here I am.

- Shit.

So, you're saying
Brother X is here in New York?

- Yeah.

- But not for long.

Look, trust me.
I got this.

- No offense,
but you didn't see

what him and the Brotherhood
are capable of.

He's dangerous, Curtis.

And he's killing people
with our last name

to send us a message.

Now, I can take care of myself,

but my kids
haven't been trained.

And as long as that
crazy-ass bastard is out here,

they aren't safe.

- But he ain't got the
Brotherhood behind him anymore.

I mean, that's what made him
a real threat.

Without them, he a nonfactor.

- If he's so much
of a nonfactor,

then why do we have twice
as much security than usual?

- I ain't got to tell you

your pops is
a overly cautious man.

- But he's always cautious
for a reason.

- Why are you so dressed up?

- Not that it's
any of your business,

but I got to go into town
for a little bit.

Chuy and Blade
will take good care of you.

Now, as long as you're on
your best behavior

and do as you're told,
you'll be fine.

- Alejandro, let me go.

Please.

I learned my less--

- No, you have not learned
your lesson.

But you will.

A few more weeks
in this rat-infested hole,

you'll be begging
to take a shower.

- Please let me go.
You won't get away with this.

- Oh, I already have.

And this is just the beginning.

You know, when I return
from my trip,

I might go see your son.

He just got
his learner's permit.

- Alejandro, I swear to you,

if you touch a hair
on my son's skull,

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Alejandro!

Who's there?

- As of last deposit,

we're looking at
a net of $240 million.

- Okay.

Do it again.
- All right.

- Excuse me, Pop.
Sorry to interrupt.

Detective Brant
is here to see you.

- What does he want?
- I'm not sure.

- Did you pay him?
- Yeah.

In fact, we overpaid him.

- Okay. Send him in.
- All right.

- Detective Brant,
what brings you here today?

This doesn't have anything
to do with my nephew, does it?

- No, sir. Something a little
more sensitive than that.

Some, shall we say,
allegations.

- Huh.

What--what type
of allegations?

And by who?

- A woman, sir,
named Brandi Richardson

came to
the 114th Precinct today.

- Who the hell
is Brandi Richardson?

- She was a woman
I was dating, Pop.

- You mean to tell me
I have an NYPD detective

in front of me because of some
woman you're screwing?

- That's not exactly all of it.

She's also a disgruntled
ex-employee.

- How disgruntled is she?
- I had Harris fire her.

- Is that what this
is all about?

- I'm afraid not, Mr. Duncan.

Ms. Richardson claims your son
is the mastermind, inventor,

manufacturer, and distributor
of a drug called HEAT.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- No, sir.

Luckily, the officers
at the 114th thought

she was mentally unstable
and are not following up.

But it did get in a report.

- A report.
- Yes, sir.

I was able to get my hands
on a written report,

but there's still a digital
trail that I can't remove.

- Thank you for this--
this information, Brant.

- Just doing my part, sir.

- Oh, and a big part. Harris.
- Yes, sir.

Right this way, detective.
I'd like to thank you.

- Shit.
I cannot believe this shit.

When I see this girl--
- You ain't gonna do shit.

Junior, I need you
to go by the house.

I want Nevada to tap
into the NYPD database

and see if he can
get rid of that complaint

and anything else
with our name on it.

- You got it.
I'll take care of it, Pop.

Dumbass.
- Just do it.

- Boy, your dick is gonna bring
this family down one day.

- I apologize, Pop.
You want me to speak to Brandi?

- No. Hell, no.

Listen, you stay as far away
from her as possible.

I'll take care of this Brandi.

Jesus.

- Will you relax?

She'll be here. have a drink.

- I got
a nine-hour flight to catch.

- You're free to leave
any time you fucking want.

You're the one who insisted
on being here

to meet her in person, right?

What?

Well, send her in.

See? She's here.

- Hey.

- You are late.

- Well, it takes a long time
to look this good.

- All I got to say is,
time well spent.

- I'm glad you approve.

- What the fuck
is going on here?

Can we get down
to business, please?

- Of course.

Now, is the man
they call Hector dead?

- If he wasn't,
I wouldn't be here.

Do you have my money?

- Your fee.

And your finder's fee.

- Pleasure doing business
with you.

- Thank you.
- The pleasure is mine.

Now, I got another assignment
for you.

Of course, if you're up for it.

Pays double.

- That is double the finder's
fee too, right?

- As long as you both keep it
a secret from the Guild,

I can arrange that.

- Haven't we already done that
with Hector?

Isn't that why you came to me

instead of your normal contact
to get to Sage?

Is this for real?

- Of course it is. Why?
Are you not up to the task?

- Oh, she's up to the task.

But we're gonna need
more than double for this job.

And up-front cash.

Whole fuckin' load
of up-front cash.

- I anticipated your request.

How's half a million dollars?

Gentlemen, lady,

I expect to hear from you
within the next few weeks.

- Oh, you will.

- What, I got
to get y'all a room?

- So. What am I missing?

Is this who I think it is?

- Yeah.

He wants us
to kill his sister.

- Cool.

I never liked
that bitch anyway.

- Hi, Brandi.

- Who the hell are you?
- Oh, I'm just a friend,

here to help you
figure things out.

- I don't have to
figure out shit

except for why the hell
you're in my apartment.

But I'm sure the police can do

a better job
of that than I can.

- Maybe they can.

I-I was told you have an issue
with Orlando Duncan.

- Should have known
Orlando's ass was behind this.

So, what are you?
His new bitch?

- No. I mean, he's cute,

but he's also my cousin,
so, ew.

- What do you want?
I'm not afraid of you.

- What do I want?
What do I want?

You know, it's not about
what I want.

It's about what she wants.

- Hello, Brandi.

Oh, you're almost out
of toilet paper.

- Who the fuck are you?

- I'm the woman
that's gonna decide your fate.

Now, why don't you take a seat

so we can talk like
civilized women?

Take a seat.

I hear my son treated you
rather badly,

which caused you
to discredit him

and attack his character.

- Fuck him!
- You already did that.

Oh, my bad.

- Your son is a piece of shit.

- We're not here to defend
my son or his actions.

We are here
to discuss solutions

that are going to satisfy
all parties involved.

Now...

what do you want
in order to feel absolved?

- You think I'm worried
about feeling absolved?

I didn't do anything wrong.
Your son did.

- Maybe that was a poor
choice of woods.

- Maybe. I don't know.
- You think?

How about "get past this"?
- Yes.

- Yeah. Yeah.

What is it gonna take
for you to get past this?

- What if I don't want
to get past this?

What if I want to stay
right here

and make his life
a living hell?

- Then we gonna
have a problem.

- Are you threatening me?

- I don't make threats.

It's a fucking waste of time.

Now, how's a half
a million dollars

and a nice, brand new condo
in San Francisco?

- Mm.

- Can you make it San Diego?

I have friends there.

- Excellent choice.

I hear the weather's
warmer there.

- Sounds good.
- Mm-hmm.

- I like San Diego.
- Me too.

You better get packing.

You have till Tuesday
to leave.

- Congratulations.

You should go
to a club and celebrate.

Make it a going away party.

Remember...

Tuesday.

- That Curtis is still
a mess, I swear.

- I don't know how long
he's staying,

but even his own mother
says trouble follows him.

- Ma, I got this.

You and Nevada,
go and enjoy yourselves.

And plus, I had a conversation
with him at breakfast.

He really has
mellowed out a lot.

- I'll believe it
when I see it.

You know, he's more like
his father than his mother.

- He's not that bad.
- Trust me.

Just please,
keep an eye on him.

I know our family.

All right.
I love you, baby.

- Love you more.
- So pretty today.

- You too, Ma.

- You leaving,
and I just got here.

That's messed up, Auntie.
- Be only gone for a few days.

Just promise me
that you will behave yourself.

Don't laugh at me.
Behave yourself.

- Okay, I-I will.

I'm here for work, not drama.
I promise.

- You promise?
- I promise.

- You gonna keep this promise?
- Yes.

- Okay. Bring it in.

- All right.
- I love you.

- I love you, too.
See you when you get back.

- All right, doll. DJ.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Could you help me
with the luggage, please?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Nevada, let's go!

Don't make me
call you three times.

- You look handsome.

- So handsome.

- Yeah, I do, don't I?

Now, ladies, I know we normally
do everything together,

but tonight's gonna be
a little different.

- Different how?

- Look, you know I would
take y'all if I could, right?

But I'm already a plus-one.

- What if something happens?

- Yeah,
who's gonna protect you?

- Look...

this is a business meeting,
not a drug deal.

I'm gonna be all right.

Listen, when I get back--
and I promise,

I won't be late--

I'mma take y'all
to the club,

and we gonna get our party on.

Now, cheer the fuck up.
This is for us.

I still wish we were going.

- I don't like it.

- I know you usually meet
with Orlando,

so I want to thank you
for taking the time

to have this meeting with me.

Arigato.

- Eat, and then
we'll talk business.

- Sounds like a plan.

What the hell
are you doing here?

- Do you know this woman?
- Of course he knows me.

Don't you, Harris?

- Yeah, well, as you can see,

I'm in the middle of a very
important meeting, Raven.

- Oh, I'm sure your
little friend wouldn't mind

if I joined you.
I'm Raven.

- Maybe we could have
this meeting another time.

Please tell Orlando to call me.

- I'll do that.
- Nice to meet you, Raven.

- Likewise.

- Thank you, Jeff.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

Do you know who that was?
That's a very important client.

- I don't care if he was
president of the United States.

Maybe if you had
answered my calls

or responded to my texts,

I wouldn't have to roll up
on you like this.

- I've been busy, okay?
- You have been avoiding me.

And you and I both know

that I don't like
to be ignored, Harris.

- How the fuck did you
even know I was here?

Huh?
Tell me that.

- I followed you
from Duncan Motors.

- You followed me?

Would you rather
I go inside

and ask to chit-chat
with your boss?

'Cause that could
certainly be arranged.

- You need to play
your position,

'cause I'm getting fed up
with this bullshit.

- If you want me
to play my position,

maybe you should start
playing yours.

- What is this?

- My bills for the month.

Apparently, you forgot
to pay my rent.

Oh, and whatever happened

to that new car that
you were supposed to buy me?

- I told you,
I'm working on it.

- Then work faster.

And it seems
that we have another issue.

- What is it now, Raven?

What is this other issue
that we have?

- You need to see
your daughter.

Good stuff.
Great year, asshole.

- Okay, so if I could please
have one of those drinks,

because mine is watered down.

- Of course. I got you, girl.

- Thank you so much.
How does it taste?

- It's fantastic.
- Really? It looks good.

- Welcome back.
- Be here.

- Good to have you here.

We have your usual table.
Will you follow me?

- Perfect.
- All right.

- Girl, did you see
how fine he was?

Think I just saw
my future baby daddy.

- Stay in your lane.

You already got
a baby daddy at home.

This one is all mine.

Dez.

- What's up, girl?

- Okay, who is Mr. Tall, Dark,
and Handsome?

- Oh, that's Aries.
He's fine, ain't he?

- Yes, he is.

What, he play ball
or something?

- No. He's a baller,
but he don't play ball.

Last time he was here,
he fucked up three guys,

because one of them
stepped on his shoes.

- Oh, so he's fine
and can handle himself.

- And nobody's gonna fuck
with him here, that's for sure,

especially not after

that ass-whooping
he gave those boys.

- Oh, he's right up
my alley, then.

- You're so crazy.

- That's what they say.
Do me a favor.

- What's up?

All right.

- Watch this.

Let's see it.

Watch and learn, ladies.

Excuse me.

- What's good, ma?

You want me to buy you
a drink or something?

- No.
Actually, quite the opposite.

I want to buy you one, and then
I want to dance all night,

'cause I'm ready
for something new.

Any of that need repeating?

- Nah, baby girl,
I think I get the message.

Give me a Honey Jack
on the rocks.

Put it on her tab.

So what's your name?

- Brandi.
- Aries.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, too.

You look stunning.

- Thank you, Aries.
- Yeah.

- Hey, daddy,
I was just sleeping.

You coming back soon?
- Nah.

You and Baby
throw on something sexy.

Meet me down at the bar.

- Really?
- I said it, didn't I?

- Baby, get dressed.
Daddy wants us to have drinks.

Baby?

Baby. Baby.

Oh, shit.

- Did you really think
I was gonna let the two

of you pull guns on us
and get away with it?

- Uh-uh.
- Shh. Don't struggle.

You see, the more you struggle,
the worse it gets.

Oh.
I see you don't listen, do you?

- Ah! Ah!

Bitch, you made me
break my nail.

Night night.

- Baba?
- Listen.

She's in New York
for the next few days.

I want your operative
complete the task.

- Baba, are you sure
you want to do this?

She's your daughter. My sister.
There has to be a better way.

- No!

She's ashamed me
and this family.

There's no turning back.

I want your operative
complete the task.

- Yes, Baba.

- Is everything okay?

- Oh, yes.

That was--that was my son.
you know,

we have--we have a contract
that needs to be fulfilled.

- Is there anything that me or
the Brotherhood can do to help?

- Oh, no. No.
It's--it's a small issue.

Family matters.

My son will take care of it.

Now, let's go back
to our agreement.

- Yes.

- Oh, you hit it just right.

- Did I?
- Yes, you did.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm talking too much.

- Nah, baby.
- I'll be quiet.

- Nah. I want to see
a lot more of you.

Actually, I came to the club
looking for you.

- Stop lying.
If anything, I picked you up.

- No, I'm not lying.

I came to the club
to offer you a job.

- Look...

you're really
good company and all.

- Mm-hmm.

- But stop saying
weird shit, okay?

You don't know me like that,
'cause--

- Okay, now that is not true.

I know exactly who you are,
Dr. Robinson.

That's right.

I know you graduated
from Xavier University

with a chemistry degree,

and received your doctorate
from Johns Hopkins.

I also know that you were
one of the most

sought-after research chemists
in the country

a couple of years back,

and that you were fired
from Richmond Chemicals...

and Dixon Pharmaceuticals
for cutting corners,

despite your results.

- Who are you?
What do you want?

Do you work for them?

- Who? The Duncans?

Fuck, no.

- Well, who are you?
- I told you at the club.

My name is Aries Cora.

I'm the executive
vice president

at Cora International,

and I've come here
to offer you a job.

- You're not a corporate exec.

- Okay.

Here.

Google me.

- Oh, my God.
- Mm-hmm.

- That's you.
- That's me.

Not really a suit guy,

but old man makes me wear one
to board meetings.

- What do you want?

- I want you...

to come help
my people develop HEAT.

- No. I can't talk about that.

Look, I really enjoyed myself,

and I think
that's my cue to leave.

- What's wrong, ma?

You afraid of something?

Or somebody?

- Look, if you know that
I worked on HEAT,

then you know who the fuck
I worked for,

so you answered
your own question.

- Baby girl...

as long as you're with me,

you don't have to worry
about them

or anybody else.

So fuck the Duncans.

- Baby. Doll.
I don't know where y'all at,

but I've been waiting on
that bar for y'all for an hour.

Baby! Doll!

No.

No, no, no, no, no.
No.

No. No. No, no, no. Shit.

Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit!

No.

Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit!

No!