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- Previously on "The Family Business"...

- Brother X ain't in Alabama no more.

He right here in New York.

- Me and my boy Quan throwing a kickback

at his crib tomorrow, if you wanna roll.

- I just might.

- Is this who I think it is?

- He wants us to kill his sister.

- You better get packin'.

- I have till Tuesday to leave.

- My name is Harris.

As long as you're with me,

we don't have to worry about them or anybody else,

so fuck the Duncans.

Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit.

- This is a little weird, Pop.

Got any idea what this is about?

- It's more than a little weird.

And no, I don't.

He just asked me to set up an emergency meeting,

so that's what I did.

- Okay.

- Welcome.

It's nice to see everyone.

Before we get started, I'd like to introduce

the newest members to our group.

Most of you know, Corey Black,

if not personally, certainly by reputation.

Corey. - Thanks, L.C.

- And I'm sure most of you know Brother Minister,

former headmaster of Shaye's Finishing School

presently the leader of the Black Muslim Brotherhood.

Welcome, Brother Minister. - Thank you, L.C.

It's good to be amongst...

friends.

- At this point, I'm gonna turn the floor over

to the man who called this emergency meeting,

my good friend, Juan Rodriguez.

Juan.

- Thank you, L.C.

I'm sorry that you all had to travel at the last minute

and meet so late.

However, an important matter has arised

and I need your help to resolve it

before it escalates...

into something bigger.

Now, as you all know,

Alejandro Zuniga has returned.

- I, for one, am glad.

He's a good man to do business with.

Besides, the West needs a stabilizing presence.

- Yes, but not one who threatens us.

- Threaten us in what way?

In spite of his reputation,

Alejandro has always been an honorable man.

- What type of threat are we talking about?

- He's committed an act of war

against me y mi familia.

- "An act of war"?

Those are very strong words, Mr. Rodriguez.

What exactly has he done?

- He has taken someone special from me.

But not the way Brother X has taken

and abducted L.C.'s niece.

- Juan, let me say,

if Alejandro has taken anybody in your family,

I can speak-- - Who?

Who did he take?

- Does it really matter, Pop?

- Juan, before my family agrees to anything,

we need to know who we're fighting for.

- I agree.

As one of the newest members,

we're always happy to help our brethren,

but it has to be for good reason.

- Consuela.

We're going to war for Consuela Zuniga.

- Consuela?

Isn't she Alejandro's wife?

- She certainly is.

- Mr. Rodriguez,

surely you are not asking us to enter into a war with this man

over a marital dispute.

- Call it what you want,

but I'm asking for your help

as a member of this table.

We love each other.

And I just want her back. That's all.

- Bernie's right.

This sounds like a squabble between lovers.

I am not involving my family in this matter.

- L.C., can you help me out on this?

- I'm sorry, Juan, but

I agree with the others on this one.

- So this is it, huh?

This is the fucking thanks I get, huh?

Well, you know what?

Fuck you!

Fuck you. And fuck you, L.C.

After fucking everything I've done for you?!

You know what?

I'll find Alejandro the puto myself.

I'm so tired.

I'm so tired.

Hello?

Is somebody there?

Hello?

- Is someone there?

- Hello?

Consuela?

- Ramon, is that you?

- Sí, Consuela. Soy yo.

- Ramon, are you okay?

I think my ribs are broken.

I...

I can barely breathe.

How long...

How long have we been here?

- Probably a week, maybe more.

- "Week"?

- Ramon, hang in there.

- Juan's gonna come for us. We need to be strong.

- I don't know how much longer I can last.

I keep blacking out.

- Ramon.

Ramon, I'm gonna get us out of here.

Ramon?

Ramon?

- Rio.

Thanks for coming.

- You don't have to thank me, Sebastian.

I wanted to be here for you and the girls.

We had some good times.

- Where's everybody else?

- There isn't anyone else coming.

The girls didn't really have a family, except me.

We were, uh,

the three of us were...

We were all we had, and...

And now...

And now, they're dead.

- I'm sorry.

- Did I ever tell you how we met?

- No, you didn't.

- It was in Tallahassee.

I had just got home from doing a two-year bid,

you know,

for dealing obviously.

And I was just staying

in some dingy-ass motel,

near downtown,

just looking for something.

Just a leg up.

Anyway,

I hear screaming coming from the next room over.

And then, I hear something slam against the wall,

and you know me; my nosy ass ran over there

like Captain Save-a-Hoe.

- Some guys was kicking their asses, huh?

- What you thought, bitch!

- No. both: Who the fuck are you?

- Walk in, and these two little snow bunnies

whupping this guy's ass.

I mean, whupping his ass.

It was crazy.

- So you had to rescue him from Baby and Doll?

- No.

When I got in there, it was too late for that.

They had ripped him open like a Christmas present.

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Oh, and this wasn't just any other guy.

- Was he a pimp? - No, no.

Hell no.

You ever heard of a guy who goes by the name

of Joey Cinco?

- Yeah. Big mafia guy. - Yeah.

- You know, my pops and my uncle used

to do business with him back in the day.

Story was he robbed Sal Dash for 10 keys, snitched on him,

and then went into witness protection.

- Don't believe the hype.

It was five keys, and he's dead.

I fed him to the gators myself.

The girls didn't know who he was, but I did.

They thought he was just some John who couldn't pay his tab,

but, nah, he was much more than that,

like you said.

- And they've been your girls ever since.

- Yeah, I caught myself protecting them.

But in the end, it was them who was protecting me.

I loved them.

- Damn. That's one hell of a story.

Yep.

But enough stories.

Rio, I'ma need a favor.

- Another favor?

- Well,

let's say...

more of a solid.

I need you to watch my clubs for me.

I gotta get outta here.

I gotta get away. I just gotta clear my head.

- You can't keep running from your problems, Sebastian.

Sooner or later, they're gonna catch up--

- I know. I know.

But when the time comes, I need to be prepared.

I need someone to watch my stuff,

and the only person I trust more than Maude...

is you.

- All right, I'll do it till you get back.

- Thank you.

I'll text you the passwords for all my stuff.

- How long are you gonna be gone?

- Maybe a couple weeks.

Maybe a couple years.

But I promise you,

I will be back.

At least, if anything, to see you.

- Hey, bae. How's it going?

Curtis behaving himself?

- Yeah, I sure hope so.

He went on last night. Hasn't returned home yet.

Probably out looking for Brother X.

Or some woman.

Yeah, that's possible too.

He should be home soon, though.

We're supposed to play a round of golf this afternoon.

He was going to fill me in on what he's learned

about Brother X. - Okay.

But just keep an eye on him

'cause you know trouble is his middle name.

- I know, I know.

But I will say one thing about him: he can sure cook.

He made some lasagna last night that was out of this world.

- We have always known that boy can cook.

But on, you know, a whole other note,

I am so glad I got Nevada here.

He and Marco are really bonding.

- Aw, good.

Has he, uh, spoken to his mother at all?

- Not that I know of. Why?

- Well, I, uh, I can't talk about it

right now on the phone, but...

Juan is upset.

- Consuela? - Yeah.

Apparently, she's returned home to her husband.

- That's why you asked if Nevada had spoken to her.

- Yeah. I was thinking about taking a ride over there,

see if I can talk some sense into him.

- I think you should.

Sooner rather than later.

- Yeah.

I guess I'm going to have to put off my golf trip.

Oh, anyway, love you. - I love you too, baby.

- All right, bye. - Bye.

- Is everything okay? - Yeah. Yeah, baby.

Everything's-- everything's fine.

- So Mr. Cora, I think once we get an additional--

- You think?!

You're standing there, telling me something

you don't even know as fact?

That is unacceptable at this point, Doctor.

And I have warned you about that.

- What I meant to say--

- Don't fucking tell me what you meant to say!

I heard what you said.

You know, you have got--

Oh, Aries. Hey.

- Hey, Dad. - Welcome back, son.

Is the young woman you were telling me about?

- Yes, sir. This is Dr. Brandy Robinson.

Brandy, this is my father, Alexander Cora.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Cora.

- Oh, the pleasure's all mine, Dr. Robinson.

And please, call me Alexander.

- Only if you call me Brandy.

- Then Brandy, it is.

- Brandy, this is Dr. Fritz.

She is the head chemist on the project we're working on.

- Nice to meet you, Dr. Fritz.

I enjoyed your paper on the opioid receptors.

- You read that paper?

- Oh, well, of course I did.

And it was a great read, may I add.

That, and your thesis on the endorphin grafting.

Although I do believe Orlando Duncan

may have proven you wrong.

- I'm not familiar with a Dr. Orlando Duncan.

Who's that? - Most people aren't.

He's a brilliant chemist, but he's arrogant as hell.

And he's the creator of HEAT.

- Oh, that's--okay.

- Might I assume that Aries has told you

what we're trying to accomplish here?

- Well, only that you all are trying to replicate HEAT.

- Uh, yeah, but Dr. Fritz here seems

to be having a little trouble with the process.

We were thinking perhaps you could lend a hand.

- Well, that all depends.

As I explained to Aries,

I was on the team that manufactured the drug.

We didn't know the exact formula.

Only Orlando Duncan had that information,

and he held on tight to it.

- Yeah, and whatever the compound is,

it's more complex than anything I've ever worked on.

- Well, perhaps Brandy can take a look.

I mean, fresh set of eyes never hurt.

Don't you agree, Doctor?

- Sure. Go for it.

- Um, okay.

Let's see.

Oh, you're all so close.

- Mm-hmm, very close. - Let's see.

All you need to do is convert this...

to this.

Ah, I see.

And then, what if you move this there?

- Oh, my God! That's brilliant.

How did I not even think of that?

That's...

- This is just what I added to what you already working on.

- I hadn't realized-- - Whoa, whoa.

Excuse me.

Did she just fix that?

- No.

She-- - What do you mean "no"?

She fixed it.

You can replicate HEAT? - No, no, no, no.

Like I've been saying,

it can't be replicated without the formula.

I mean, she may have opened up a back door.

- What the hell does that mean?

- As she mentioned,

you may not be able to replicate it,

but you may be able to clone a variation of it.

- You never told me that, Dr. Fritz.

- I didn't know it could be done.

I--if I'd known, then we wouldn't have this problem--

- Brandy, could you and Aries excuse the doctor and I?

Doctor, I need to talk to you in private for a moment.

- It was nice meeting you. - Yeah, you too.

- You did it. Wow. - Mm-hmm.

- Good job, babe.

- So what did you do?

- It's okay. It's okay.

You can show me. Don't worry about that.

- Juan.

Mr. Duncan.

- What do you want, L.C.?

- You were upset when you left the meeting.

I thought I'd come by and make sure you're okay.

- Why wouldn't I be, L.C.?

Doesn't everyone love it

when your best friend stabs you in the back?

Yeah, let me turn around so you can do it again.

- Juan, stop.

I didn't stab you in the back.

- You sure as hell didn't throw up the hands of friendship.

You shitted on me, L.C. Point-blank.

And I would never do that to you.

- I see this conversation's going nowhere.

Maybe I should leave?

- Yeah, maybe you should.

- So is he going to help?

- No.

We're on our own. - What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna find them myself.

I want you to get on the horn

and get everyone on the payroll.

- All of 'em? - All of them.

And tell my son to pack his bags.

- And do what?

- We're gonna send that motherfucking Alejandro

a mensaje.

- Mr. Goldman, my name is Alex--

- Alexander Cora.

I know who you are.

It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.

- The pleasure's mine. This is my son, Aries.

You don't mind if we join you, do you?

- Actually, I was just heading home.

It's the Sabbath, and, uh,

my last meeting ran a little longer than expected.

Perhaps Monday?

- Ooh, Monday's not good for me.

I'm headed down to my boat in Miami on Monday.

I have a business proposition for you,

but well, you know what they say:

if not this one, then perhaps the next one.

- A business proposition, huh?

- A very lucrative business proposition.

- Well, I always have a few minutes

when it comes to the business, Mr. Cora.

What exactly do you have in mind?

- I've recently dissolved a relationship

with one of my suppliers.

I understand that you are a very resourceful man,

Mr. Goldman, and I was hoping

perhaps you could step in and take over.

- Of course, I will do my best to be of help.

What is the product? - HEAT.

- Am I missing something here, Mr. Cora?

Why do I feel like I've already gone down

this road with Ms. Laurel?

- Well, previously I only wanted to purchase the formula.

Now, I actually want to purchase HEAT.

In fact, I want to purchase as much HEAT

as you can get your hands on at the retail price.

- Did you say the retail price? - Yes, I did.

So, can we make a deal?

- Yes, I believe we can, Mr. Cora.

- Good.

I look forward to working with you, Mr. Goldman.

Aries will be in touch with the details.

You enjoy your Sabbath, sir.

- Ramon?

Ramon, are you there?

Ramon.

- Sí, Consuela. I'm here.

At least until The Blade comes back,

and finishes the job.

- No, Ramon. I won't let that happen to you.

- How are you gonna stop her, Consuela?

You are in a cell, just like me.

- I know.

But I have a feeling that just, in my heart,

I know...

that Juan is coming for us.

I know he's coming for me.

- Who are you talking to?

- To God.

I was praying.

- Praying?

I didn't take you for that religious woman.

- Well, there's a lot of things about me

that would surprise the both of you.

I mean, if you take these chains off,

I can show you.

- We take these chains off

and Alejandro will return to your corpse.

So don't fucking push it, Consuela.

- Bon appétit.

- Ramon.

Juan's coming for us.

I know he is.

You hear me?

- Ah, I'm glad to see you at morning prayers.

You disappeared on me last night.

Everything okay?

- Oh, everything's fine.

I met up with Brother Minister,

and then I had a... dinner meeting

in Brooklyn, and Brother Minister

was kind enough to give me a lift.

- A dinner meeting?

You mean a date?

- Well, I mean, I wouldn't call it a date.

- You met with Sasha Duncan for dinner.

Just the two of you alone, right?

- I did.

- Brother Elijah, that wasn't a meeting.

That was a date.

It's not a bad thing. Did you have a good time?

- Yes. I did.

I always enjoy our time together.

But let's not make more of it than what it is, Brother.

- Or less than what it is.

She likes you, and you like her.

Why do you keep trying to deny it?

- I just don't know if now is the right time

for Sasha and I to be together.

There's just so much to consider.

- Brother Elijah, if Allah has determined

that this is the time for you to be together,

then this is the right time.

His timing is always perfect.

- That's a good point.

Something to think about.

- Good, 'cause I think

this is more about you being a virgin

than anything else.

- Now that was a good workout. - Indeed.

- Sup, Junior?

Damn, y'all look like y'all just got it in.

- Yeah, just a little workout before work.

What's going on, Curtis? - Hey, man.

'Bout to whup your pop's ass in some golf.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, he 'bout to try

to whup pop's ass in some golf.

- Yeah, I see you found my golf clubs.

- I don't know. Uncle L.C. gave 'em to me.

- Yeah, they were just sitting in the garage, collecting dust.

I didn't think you'd mind your cousin using 'em

while he's here, right? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

You can use 'em. Yeah.

As a matter of fact, you can have 'em.

I was just getting ready to get fitted for a new pair.

- Cool, man. I appreciate it.

- Yeah. Pop, you not coming in today?

- No, not this morning.

See, that's the beauty of having you run the business.

I can play a round of golf with my nephews, right?

And not come in to work. - I hear that.

I'll see y'all in a minute.

Hey, thanks for the clubs, man. - Yeah, yeah.

- And I'll put 'em to good use.

- Okay. - A'ight.

- That damn Curtis, he ain't change a bit.

- Exactly.

- Oh, come on now.

You still harboring that crush

from when you guys were little kids?

- We weren't exactly kids.

And I would've never done that shit to him.

Look, you can say whatever you want to say.

You and I both know, no good comes

from Curtis Duncan being around.

I'ma go take a shower. - Give him a chance, bro.

- Can I help you, ma?

- I'm just looking for Wayne.

- You don't want to see him right now.

Trust me.

Yeah, he's in the back. He's a little...preoccupied.

- Oh, he'll see me.

I ain't come all this way for nothing.

- Look, ma. Trust me.

You don't wanna see him like this.

Just grab a seat. Yo, bro, can I get in there?

Why don't you let me get you a drink or something

while one of the bros go and get him?

- No, I'm good. I don't drink.

- "Don't drink"? Ain't you the bartender?

- Yeah, but I just work there at night

to help pay for school.

That's really why I can't stay.

I got a test in the morning.

- So what kind of school?

- I'm a senior at NYU.

Almost done. Thank God.

- Smart and sexy.

Now I see why Wayne is seizing you.

Tell you what.

I know you don't drink,

but how about you try one of these?

- What's that?

- They call it HEAT.

- I don't do drugs either.

- Neither do I.

This ain't no drug. It's more like a No Doz

or Red Bull.

Mmm. Come on.

I wouldn't let you take any shit that I wouldn't do.

It ain't gon' hurt you.

If anything, it's going to let you loosen up a little bit.

Definitely get you focused.

- I mean, I do have to study when I get home.

- Then you definitely want a lot of this.

Trust me.

I got you, ma.

All right.

Yeah.

One...

- Here. - Ah.

- I can give you the rest when we get home.

- I appreciate this, Uncle L.C.

- Oh, I know you do.

I can't believe I let you hustle me.

Where'd you learn to play golf like that?

- Well, I mean, you know, your nephew got skills.

Not just on the course. You know that, right?

- I do, which is why we asked you to find Brother X.

I have faith you'll get the job done.

- Yeah. - Any progress?

- Yeah. His ass as good as caught.

You know, I got friends at the U.S. Marshall Department,

is telling me everything I need to know in real time.

He has no access to the brotherhood funds.

Plus, you know, I'm--

I'm sleeping with his sister.

I mean, he's broke, tired, and he has nowhere to go.

I'm just waiting for him to make a mistake.

- Good. You know with Junior's wedding coming up,

I'd like to get this wrapped up.

- Nah, I got you, Unc.

And for the record, you know,

I'm not here to step on anybody's toes.

Orlando is not happy with me being here,

so I take it you ain't--

you ain't give him a heads-up, huh?

- No, I didn't.

But I would expect after all these years,

you two would've found some common ground.

After all, we're family.

- I mean, I agree,

but I'm not the one with the problem.

Look, Unc, I'm here to do the job you hired me to do,

whether my cousin like it or not.

- I can live with that.

- So the moral of the story is you never--

- My boys!

- It's good to see ya. - Good to see you.

- How was the Big Apple? Did you charm their arses off?

- You better believe I did. - Oh!

- It was quite interesting.

I felt...

like I was in a meeting at the United Nations.

Swear to God.

Swear to God. It is not my style.

Little too showy for me, you know?

- But business went well, yeah? - Right, it did.

L.C. Duncan, he's an astute business man.

For a Blackie.

Not like them intimidating who go around here, right?

- Like your daughter-in-law?

- Oh, Kevin, he's not talking about the Jill.

Would you keep your wife out of this

and her supposed struggle? - Put a cork in it.

- Don't pay attention to him, Todd.

If it was up to him, we'll paint the leprechaun mural

on the side of the building over with "Black Lives Matter."

- Over my dead body.

- Liam, get him a pint. - Coming up.

- No, I'll take a whiskey.

- Whiskey?

Dad, what's wrong?

- I thought you said business went well on your trip.

- It did.

- Then why are you drinking whiskey?

You only drink it when there's bad news.

- Leave the bowl.

Boys, I've the good news,

and I've got some bad news.

The good news

is that I'm going to Ireland in the morning.

The bad news

is we may be going to bloody war.

- How are you doing?

You know, I've been calling you all day.

- I saw that.

I'm as good as can be.

- Okay.

I know it's a lot to deal with

and I really wanted to be there,

but God, it was--

it would have been so fake for me to sit up there pretending.

And you know, me and those girls, mm,

we don't see eye to eye.

- It's fine.

And I wasn't alone.

- Oh, you weren't alone?

Who was with you? - A friend.

- "A friend." Okay.

I guess that boy, Rio, from New York.

Mm-hmm. I figured that's who you were talking about.

- I guess there's no hiding anything from you, huh?

- Better believe it.

So...

what do you have planned now that the girls are gone?

- Travel the world.

- "Travel the world," okay.

Well, you gon' go by yourself,

or are you gonna bring your friend, Rio?

- By myself. - Mm, okay.

- I don't know where I'm going. I just need some time to think.

Get my head straight.

Rio's gonna watch my businesses while I'm gone.

- Oh, okay.

In that case, take my girls with you.

- As much as I would love to, I'm good.

I promise. - All right.

Well, if you're leaving,

how am I gonna get my shit, Sebastian?

- This should hold you over for a while.

- Mm-hmm.

But what if I run out?

- That is more than enough, Maude.

I keep telling you, moderation.

- And not abuse. I know, I know.

I know what the hell you tell me every single time.

But don't forget, you know I raised you.

Come on.

I'm gonna miss you, baby boy.

- I know. But I'll be back.

- Okay. All right. - I promise.

- Take care of yourself.

- Yes! - Girl?

- I did it!

- Tell me you didn't just recreate HEAT.

- Well, not exactly, but what I created could be even better.

- Okay, what do you mean "even better"?

- Come follow me. Come on.

They've been like this for almost two days,

begging for another pill every hour or so.

They haven't passed out, no seizures,

and most importantly, neither of them could have died.

- Interesting.

- How you feeling?

- Like I'm having one continuous orgasm

throughout my entire body.

- You?

- I think I found the place

I've been looking for my whole life.

It's perfect.

- Yeah.

- You really fucking did it. - I did.

Only our compound is five times more potent

and ten times more addictive than HEAT.

- Hmm.

- I call it...FIRE.

What's better than heat?

- Fire.

Dr. Brandy Robinson, you just changed the game.

- I did.

And I did it all for you.

- Okay, let's be honest.

You did it to get back at Orlando Duncan.

- Maybe. - But I ain't mad.

- But I did it for you too.

- My father will be very pleased.

Great work. - Thank you.

- Let's get this money.

- FIRE. I like that.

Come on. Let's go. - Mm-hmm.

- FIRE.

- Hey!

- Pop, calm down. - Que, que, what?!

- It's fucking done.

- I think this will get their fucking attention.

- Yeah, there's a ton of dope here.

You want me to pack it up? - No, no, no, no, no.

We're not thieves, all right?

But I'm about to leave them my fucking calling card.

Wait, wait, wait.

I wanna make sure that they know that it was us.

Hurry up. We've got a long flight to catch.

They'll get the fucking message.

Fucking putos.