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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.