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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!