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- Previously,
on "The Family Business"...

- I'll find Alejandro
the puto myself.

- Rio, I'm gonna need a favor.

I need you to watch
my clubs for me.

- It was nice meeting you.

- Yeah, you too.

- Can we make a deal?

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

- Our compound is five times
more potent

and ten times more addictive
than HEAT.

I call it "Fire."

- They'll get the message.

- Kim! Kim.

Kim, come here, Kim.

Kim, we need your help!

Kim!

- Next one's not going
in the ceiling.

It is going in somebody's head.

What--what are you doin' here?

- You miss me?

- I know, girl.
See, that's what I said.

But you know, she don't be
wanting to listen to nobody

'cuz she's stubborn, she--

Hold--hold--hold on.
Let--let me call you back.

- Oh hell, Charlie!
- Oh!

- Baby, baby, it's me.

- Get out!
- No. Yo.

Stop all that hedonous
yelling.

Why you ain't at work, anyway?

- 'Cause your thievin' ass
stole my purse

with my key's in it--
gimme my shit!

- Yeah. My bad.

- I almost lost my job
messin' with you, man.

Charlie.

- My name is Xavier.

You ain't like that job no way.
Here.

- That's not the point.
What's this?

- I need you to go down
to the bank

and take 6 grand out
that account.

Pin number is 0707.
You want to write this down?

- My name is on this.

- That's the reason I need you
to go down to the bank

and pick the money up.
Come on.

- No, no, I ain't going
nowhere.

- Come on, Charmaine.
You know I need that money.

- And?

- We both do.

- We? Who is we?

- I don't speak French.
So we obviously is you and me.

Look, sis, if you go and get
this money,

give me 5 grand,
and you could keep the 1,000.

- You're serious.
- On Mama grave.

- Fine. I'll be back.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Unlock this.
I gotta look somethin' up.

- Quit looking at my password.

Don't be looking
at my pictures either!

- Don't nobody wanna see
your nasty as naked.

- Somebody do!

- Damn.

- It look like a tornado
ran through this motherfucker.

- What happened?
- He happened.

- Wait, Curtis did this?

- Yeah.
You know, the only reason

I didn't
call the cops is because--

- Yeah. I know, Kim. I'm sorry.
You know I got you.

- Orlando, honey, you know this
is not gonna cover it all.

Especially
with my lost revenue.

- Just let me know
the balance, all right?

- Okay.

Can you give us a second?

- Sure thing.
- Thanks.

- For sure.
I'll pick you up tomorrow.

- What the fuck
are you doin'?

- Oh, her?

Man, ain't nothin'--just gonna
cook for me tomorrow.

- Now, you know that's not
what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about you coming up
here startin' a fuckin' brawl.

- Man, I was just
in the neighborhood.

Came through,
got something to drink.

You think I'm here
trying to get some ass?

Nah, man.

I mean, that's--
that's your thing.

Not mine.

- Yeah, whatever the fuck ever.

Listen, that's not
what this is about.

This is about me coming up here

cleaning up
and handling your mess.

- Look, man. Ain't nobody gotta
handle shit for me.

I handle my own shit.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

- Then why did they call me?

- Oh, yeah. Oh yeah.

Production has gone very well.

Look at that.

This time next week we will
be ready for distribution.

- Mm-hmm.
Ahead of schedule, may I add.

- Well, I guess we have
our Jewish friend in New York

to thank for that, don't we?

- Well, I wouldn't say
all that.

I mean, he was instrumental
in getting us what we needed.

- Let's just hope he continues.
- He will. Trust me.

We'll have no problem
whatsoever from Bernie.

The man loves money too much.

Which reminds me...

Brandi, this is for you.

- What's this?

- This is a token
of our appreciation

for all of your hard work.

- I don't understand.

- It's an account number for
a numbered brokerage account

with $100,000 in shares
for Cora International stocks.

It's been transferred.

- I don't know what to say.

- Well, you've been
very valuable

to this endeavor, Doctor,

and we wanted to show it.
And there will be more deposits

added to that account
as this project grows.

- Oh, thank you.

- Don't thank us. Just keep
your eyes on the prize.

And I don't mean my son.
- Oh.

Certainly.

- How about we go out
for dinner

and dancing to celebrate?
I know a quaint place

by the water
that serves the best seafood.

- I would love that.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- That's my boy.

- You do know that once
she's used up her usefulness,

he's gonna break her heart.

- I almost feel sorry for her.

- Liar.

You know what he's capable of.
You taught him.

Hmm?

- Yeah, I did, didn't I?
- Yeah, you did.

Well, now that
you have your drug, hmm,

how are you gonna distribute it

without involving
Cora International?

- Well, how did Jesus
distribute the Gospels?

He sent out his apostles
to spread the word.

- Did you get it?
- Yeah, I got it.

Way to go.

gonna
get this G round real quick.

- Charlie, there was $80,000
left in that account.

- Eh?
- And my name is on it.

- Yeah?
Best not be touching it.

- Well, why not? I mean,
my name is on the account.

I should be able to just go in
there and get whatever I need.

I mean--
- You wanna know why.

- Why?

- 'Cause I would hate to have
to murder my little sister

over some trickery, yo.
That's why.

Now, I'll be needing
that debit card.

Thank you, little sis.
Mm-hm, that was a wise choice.

Now you could take
a little trip somewhere.

Tour the subway system
or something.

Feel what I'm saying?

- You're short $200, Charlie.

- Yeah?
Well, I'ma fax you the rest.

You talking about short.

Come payback time,

you trying to get
some wrap up your ass.

- None of this shit
had to happen.

All you had to do
was what Pop paid you for.

Which was find X. Or do I need
to handle that, too?

- Cuz, if you can do that, then
your Pops wouldn'ta hired me.

Whassup, beautiful?
Tell me somethin' good.

- How much is finding Charlie
worth to you?

Is it worth 10 grand?

- I mean, yeah,
I can make that happen.

- Okay, cool.
'Cause he just left.

- He just left?

If you want 10 grand,
you gotta do better than that.

You know where he went?

- I mean, no, not exactly.

But he did say something
about going to buy a car.

- Interesting. But that shit
ain't worth 10 grand.

- No, but he'll be back.
I mean, I can promise you that.

So why don't you
just come over here

and bring some of that
good dick by?

We could talk about it.

- 'A'ight, I'll see you
in a few.

- Listen--

- You don't want to do this.

And I don't want to embarrass
you in front of your boys.

So get the fuck out the way,
man.

- I promise you, 'cuz,
from the bottom of my heart,

this ain't over.

But I am gonna respect Kim
and her place of business.

Unlike you.

- Whatever, man.

Look, man,
let me go find out

what Brother X sister
got to say.

- You do that.

- Okay.

It's not fancy.
- Mm-hmm.

But I guarantee
this is the best all-beef

hot dog in the city.
Hands down.

- Why are you always
feeding me?

- Because I care.

- You do?
- I do.

I really do.

- I missed you.

- Oh, I missed you too.

I'm sorry that we haven't been
able to get together sooner.

With Brother Minister
out of town, I had to--

- Listen, I get it.

I'm just happy you're safe.

- Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

- Brother X is back in
New York.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

They found the delivery truck
that he stole in Alabama.

Along with the driver's body.

- Okay. Okay.

I appreciate you
for telling me.

Look, your protection
is my priority.

He will not harm a hair
on your head.

I swear.

- Thanks. But it's not
my safety or well-being

I'm concerned about.
It's yours.

- Why would you be worried
about me?

- Elijah, Xavier thought
of you like a son.

He probably hates you worse
than he does the Duncans.

Because you kept me alive.

- So be it.

There comes a time
in every man's life

when he has to show
his father he's a man.

- Ah, whassup?
- What's up Little Vegas?

I hear you was back
from Mexico.

How was it?
- It was fun.

I'm thinking of going back
there for the summer next year.

- Did you hook up with
any of those senoritas?

- I got a couple of numbers.
Hey, you know me.

- Yeah, I know.
Keep your options open up.

That's good.

So listen, you busy?

- I mean, I gotta hook up
with a friend

to play a video game later.
Besides that, I'm good.

- Cool. So back to the reason
why I'm here.

Can you put a temporary hold
on a bank account for me?

So the account holder
has to come to the branch?

- I mean, I can do that.

But I'm not supposed
to be hacking anymore.

Grandpa would kill me
if he found out about it.

- Come on, Little Vegas.

It ain't I like I'm asking you
to--to breach the firewall

of a federal agency
or nothing like that.

I'm just asking you to freeze
the account temporarily.

That's it.

You want this Brother X dude
to be caught, right?

- I mean, of course I do.

- A'ight then.
Look, you do this,

and catching Brother X
is in the bag.

- All right.
You have to promise me

you're not gonna tell anyone
I did this.

- I promise, man.
You got my word.

- Yo, what y'all doing?

- We ain't doin' nothin'.

Little Vegas was just
showing me a new video game

he's about to play.
That's it.

- Shouldn't you be out
looking for somebody, Curtis?

As far as I know,

X ain't hiding
in Nevada's computer.

He's out there in them streets.

- Man, let me worry about
Brother X, a'ight?

And take your ass down
to the Hellfire Club.

I heard they running
the two for one special.

- Okay, you like playing games.

Well, I'm gonna play
a game myself.

And it's called
"I forgot to pay you."

Look Nevada, you still want me
to take you driving later?

- Sure. If you're not busy
like last time.

- Look, I'm sorry about that.
I'll be here, all right?

- Cool.

Done. The account holder
has to walk into a branch

if they're going
to obtain any funds.

- Sweet.

Hey, who's
the "A Smart Gamer" chick?

And why she wanna know
where you're at?

- She's just a friend I play
video games with online.

She's cool.

- I see your M.O.,
Little Vegas.

You think you slick.

I see what you doin'.

Look, thanks for doing that
for me, a'ight?

And good luck with your
"A Smart Gamer" chick.

- Is everything okay?

- Hey, I'm here.
Sorry, I'm late but you ready?

- Xavier.

I would have thought
you'd be smart enough

to stay out of town.

- Yeah, well, I had a lot of
unfinished business, feel me?

- Hey--

- Yeah, this shall come
in handy, insha'Allah

- How did you find me?

- See, you love these things
so much

I knew you'd come through
sooner or later to get one.

I just never thought you'd
come through with a Duncan.

Muslim, you pussy-whipped?

I thought I taught you
better than that.

- You taught me
a lot of things, Xavier.

And much of it good.

But unfortunately,

some of those lessons
weren't righteous.

Common sense should have
told me,

but I was blinded
by your teachings.

- No. No, no, no, Elijah.
I groomed you as a son.

You deserted me
when I needed you most.

When the Brotherhood
needed you the most.

- No.

What the Brotherhood needed,
what I needed,

was a leader.

A leader.

Not some radical lunatic
bent on personal vengeance.

- You--you think
I'm crazy, Elijah?

- I don't want to acknowledge
that, Xavier.

But with 76 of
our brothers dead,

you haven't left me
much choice.

- Well how about if I take you
out your misery, traitor,

and make you number 77?

- If you were going to kill me,
you would have done it

the moment
you got into this car.

- You really think you know me,
don't you?

- Once upon a time.
But not anymore.

- Well, you know,
with or without your help,

I'm gonna kill
all those Duncans.

Including that lawyer heifer
you was just with.

- You can try.
But without the Brotherhood,

this war you're waging
against the Duncans is over.

You're outgunned and outmanned.

- Ain't nothing over till I say
it's over, motherfucker.

Matter of fact, I can show you

better than I
could tell you, sheik.

Loyalty has no expiration date.

Word is bond.

The hunt is on,
you little bitch.

- I wanna thank you
for that finder's fee.

It's been a long time
since we did business.

- Five years, to be exact.

I was brokering that black tar
heroin from Afghanistan

at the time.
- I remember that.

That shit was good.
- Ooh, yes, it was and is.

But more importantly than that,
we both made a lot of money.

I'd like for us both to make
a lot of money again together.

This time on a much
grander scale.

- That sounds good to me.
What are you proposing?

- I'm bringing a new product
to market. We call it "Fire."

- You talking about HEAT?
That isn't new.

If I want HEAT,
I'll go straight to the source.

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

What I'm offering
is far better than HEAT.

- How so?
- The effects.

And what I'm offering,
the effects are

far more powerful
and way more addictive.

And I shouldn't have to tell
a man like you

how important it is to have
motivated repeat customers,

now, should I?

- That definitely sounds good.
Have you spoke to Marco Cruz?

His relationship
with the Duncans

might prove to be a problem.

- I wouldn't worry
about Senor Marco Cruz.

From what I hear,
he has enough to worry about.

- If all that you're saying
is true,

why you coming at me?

Your people are more
than capable.

- Ah, perhaps, but...

I run too many legitimate
businesses here in Europe.

I don't want
any of my people involved,

especially
in the United States.

- So that's where I come in.
- Uh-huh.

I want you to be
our West Coast distributor.

- I see.

Got one more question.
- Yeah. What's that?

- When do we get started?
- Right away.

We'll find that one.
Nice shot, huh?

- Well, hello, there.

Seems like I have not
talked to you in forever.

Let alone see you.
Hey, how are you? I miss you.

- I miss you too, Mom.
How was Mexico?

- Oh my God. It was so nice.

No one parties
like Senor Marco Cruz.

The sangria was to die for.

Oh my God.

Nevada had a great time.
It was wonderful.

- I'm jealous.
Now I know I should have gone.

- And that leads me
to my next question.

Honey, when are you
coming home?

I didn't realize that you were
gonna be gone for so long.

- Honestly, I don't know.

I didn't think
I'd be here this long.

But Sebastian's bookkeeping
is a hot ass mess.

- Honey, I know that you want
to help out a friend.

But I'm worried about you.

- Mom, I'm fine.

I'm gonna make it in time
for the wedding, I promise.

Ma, let me call you back.

- Uh, why are you rushing me
off the phone?

Everything all right?

- I'm fine.
Someone just walked in.

Let me call you back.
Love you.

- What the fuck?

- That is sweet.

Your mama raised you right.
Hmm?

You say that every time
you hang up with her?

- I try to. Now, how can
I help you gentlemen?

The club is closed.
We open at 9:00 tonight.

- Oh, we're well aware
of the operating hours

of this establishment.
My name is Billy Bob Nugent.

I heard you were
looking for me.

- Yes, I have been looking
for you Mr. Nugent.

- Well, here I am.

In living color.

What can I do for you, boy?

I got a important meeting
at the dog track.

- You owe Sebastian $22,000,

and you need to pay up
before I add the juice.

The juice. He said juice.

Is this a joke?

First of all, nobody's seen
Sebastian for weeks.

Word on the street is that
Baby and Doll are both dead.

So why would I pay you shit,
boy?

- Because if you don't,
I'm gonna put my foot

so far up your ass,

you're gonna think
it's a colonoscopy.

- You...you got a set
a balls, don't you?

- Yeah, a platinum
pair of balls.

The size of coconuts.

Now, where the fuck
is my money?

- Yeah?
Well, you can wish in one hand

and shit in the other and see
which one fills up faster.

'Cause shit is all
you're getting from me

other than
a good-ass whoopin', boy.

- I'm not your boy.

- Don't--

don't let me
turn him loose on you.

You're lucky you're gettin' off

as easy as you are,
you worthless piece of shit.

I've seen everything now.
Colored boy with colored hair.

When a pig flies.

- Give us a minute.

Seems like there's something
heavy on your mind,

Brother Elijah.
What's troubling you, my son?

- I have news,
Brother Minister,

and it is not favorable.

- Well, what is it?
Please share.

- Xavier is back.

- Are you certain of this?

- I am.

I was at the park the other day
with Sasha Duncan.

She informed me of his return.

- So the Duncans
are aware of his return?

- They are,
but they aren't aware

that Xavier
contacted me personally.

- And what did he have to say?

- Xavier is not in his
right mind, Brother Minister.

He is not a well man.

He threatened to kill
all of us.

All of us.

My fear is that even though
the Duncans may well be aware

of his close proximity,

they do not know what kind
of threat he truly is.

- I agree.

- I promised the Duncans
that if Xavier contacted me,

I would inform them,
and I want to keep my word.

I will not let Xavier
hurt Sasha or her family.

So I'm asking for
your permission for me

to talk to the Duncans
on our behalf.

- I fully understand
your fondness for Sasha Duncan.

However,
because of the new agreement

between the Duncans
and the Table,

I think I'm best suited
for this job.

- As you wish,
Brother Minister.

- I will go talk
to the Duncans immediately.

And be assured
that I will make sure

they understand everything
you shared with me today.

- There's one more thing.

- Yes.

- He now has my gun.

- Hey. You seen Nevada?

I'm supposed
to take him driving.

- Man, I already did that.
You was supposed to be here

like four hours ago.
- Yeah, I know.

I got stuck in the uh, lab.
Where is he?

- I took him and his boy
to the mall.

I guess they were supposed to

meet some honeys
up there or something.

- He wasn't upset, was he?
- I mean, what you think, O?

- I don't know.
That's why I'm asking you.

- I mean, yeah,
he was--seemed pretty upset.

- Hey, Orlando. Give me
a moment with your cousin.

I need to chat with him.

- Okay, he's all yours, Pop.
See you later.

- What's up, Pop?

- Listen, I need you to go
with Sasha to Miami.

- Miami?
- Yeah.

- Come on, Unc, you ain't
tryin' to get rid of me,

are ya? I mean, I know
what Orlando thinks,

but I been doing this--

I promise you, I been doing
this Brother X thing.

- Listen, I know you have,
but this is just as important.

Your Aunt Chippy
wants you to go check on Rio.

- Rio?
- Yeah.

She has this feeling
something's not right

down there,
and her woman's intuition

has been right more
than it's been wrong.

- I mean,
my mom's the same way.

But this thing can't
wait like a day or two?

I mean, from my understanding,

Sasha can handle this stuff
on our own.

- You know?

I'm real close
to catching this bastard.

- Listen, I'm sure you are.

But, you know,
Sasha's very capable,

but with everything
she's been through lately,

I don't want to send
her out there alone.

- But why me?

I mean, you got all these
highly trained dudes here.

- Listen, I would send Junior
in but Rio would just think

I'm sending in a babysitter.
And Orlando would just try

to tell him
how to run his business.

- A'ight, I'll go.
- Yeah.

- When do we leave?

- Well, let's see.
Can you be ready in 20 minutes?

Jet's being fueled as we speak.

- A'ight I'll be ready.
But Unc, I'm telling you,

I'm real close
to catching this dude.

- 48 hours.
That's all I'm asking.

If anything
comes up before then,

the boys will deal with it.

- All right.
- Thanks.

- And that suit
is being altered for you.

- Wow. Thanks.

- Of course. Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Good evening, Miss Duncan.
- Hi.

I was calling to tell you

I have to leave town
for a few days.

- Oh. Well, this is sudden.

I thought we were getting
together tomorrow for a run.

- Yeah, we were,
but something came up.

So I have to go to Miami.

- Oh, Miami. Uh, nice.

- It's for work, actually.

But you're welcome to come
if you'd like to.

They have flights every hour.

- That sounds wonderful.
But I can't.

Unfortunately, I have a lot
of work to catch up on myself.

- Oh, I understand.
I will talk to you later.

- I look forward to it.
And Sasha...

- Yes?

- Have a--have a safe trip.

I'll--I'll see you
when you get back.

- Oh. Yeah, I look forward
to it too, Elijah. Bye.

- Sasha's going to Miami
on business.

- And she invited you
to come with her?

- She did? And I said "No."
I can't just go on vacation.

- Oh Brother Elijah.

I love you,
but sometimes you're pathetic.

- You know what?
This conversation is pointless.

I'm done talking to you.

- All I'm saying is if I had
a smart, beautiful woman

invite me to Miami,

I definitely won't be
sitting here moping.

I'll be gone.
I'll be packing my bags

and looking forward
to losing my virginity.

- Get out. Go.

- Shit.

- What is it?

- It's a problem.

- What kind of problem?

- A fucking Cuban problem.

- What?
- Yo. Open the door. It's me.

- What you want, Charlie?
- Salaam Alaikum.

You know my name is Xavier.

Now, I need you
to go put some clothes on,

go down to this bank

and see what's wrong with
this account 'fore they close.

- You gonna give me
some money if I go?

- I'll give you $100.

- $100? Man, that ain't shit.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'll you $200 if you hurry up.

- Fine.

- Don't do that.

- Don't do what? I ain't
even saying nothin' 'cuz.

I ain't say one word.

- I know your thoughts, Curtis.
Just say it.

- Whatever.

- Uh-hmm.

- What's up sexy?
- He's here.

- What?
Speak up. I can't hear you.

- I said, "He's here."
He's in the bathroom.

So you've got to get here quick
'cause he not gonna be here

much longer
when I get back from the bank.

- Shit.
I can't get there right now.

- Well, that ain't got nothin'
to do with me.

And I still want my money
like you promised.

I did what I'm supposed to do.

- Now, I'ma get you your money.

Ain't you got
to worry about that.

But look, keep him there
as long as possible.

And don't mention
that I'm coming.

- Okay. Okay.

- What's up, Curtis?
What's going on?

- Hey Jimmy, I got a lead
on Brother X.

I'll send you the address,
but you got to get there ASAP.

- I gotcha.
- Now, man.

You gotta get there quick.

I mean, you only got like
a half an hour or so.

- A'ight, we're on it.
Send the address.

- Cool.
I'll hit you when we land.

And remember,
second floor apartment 204.

I'll send you
the address right now.

- Copy. Yo, O.

I just got a call from Curtis.
Got a lead on brother X.

- Oh, he knows what X is? Good.
He can go and get him.

Not us.
That's what we pay him for.

Instead of sitting around here,
lounging, cooking,

and--and playing golf
and hanging out with Nevada.

I mean, what that look like
doing his job? You crazy.

- Yo, what's wrong
with you, man?

- What's wrong with you?

I'm not doing his job.
That's what we pay him for.

- No, what's wrong with you?
You got an attitude, man.

- Hey, hey, hey.
What's going on here?

- Pop, Curtis just called.
He has a lead on Brother X.

He sent over the address
where we could find them.

- Then why aren't you heading
over there?

- Pop, we're not just gonna
rush

all the way down to Brooklyn

and hope
that's where X might be.

If Curtis was sure
where he was at,

he'd go down there
and play hero himself.

- Curtis can't go.

Besides, we're family, okay?
We need to be backing him up.

- I mean, that's fair.
But where is he?

- Your mother and I sent him
to Miami to check on Rio.

Now you listen to me, boy,
and you listen to me good now.

Okay, I want everyone
rounded up

and headed to that address now.

- Pop, this don't make sense.

- Don't you understand a thing
I just said?

I don't give a shit
if he sent you the address

to an IHop on Jupiter.
You go now.

I want that Brother X caught,
and I want him caught now.

- Here man.

- He got a real attitude
problem.

We got it Pop. Be right back.

- Hurry up, man.
- What the f--

- If they don't tip,
get them out of here.

You know what to do.
We ain't playing that shit.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Welcome to Maude's
where we guarantee--

- Y'all got an open chair
for a mani?

- Oh, it's you.
You got my shit?

- Well, damn, Maude.
Hello to you too.

- Well, hello, Billy Bob.
You got my shit?

- Not exactly.

- What the fuck you mean,
"Not exactly"?

You appear in my spot
and you ain't got my shit?

- Whoa. Easy.
I'm doing you a favor.

You called me.
I ain't call you.

- The reason why I called you
was because I need my shit.

And if you ain't got my shit,

I need you to take your little
skinny ass out of my shop.

- Okay, all right.
Give me three steps.

I'll leave.

But I think I might have
something you want.

- Spill it.

Is it better than HEAT?
Because HEAT is my shit.

- Oh, baby. It's so much better
than HEAT.

This will light you up
and set you on fire.

I tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna leave a little sample
right here for you.

If you like it,

I'm fairly certain you know
where to find me.

- If this some bullshit,

I'ma come find your little
skinny ass, Billy Bob.

Get out of here.

- I believe you'll be
hunting me down either way.

Oh, and Maude,
go easy on them rascals.

Take only one.
That ain't HEAT. It's Fire.

- All right,
it's the second floor.

I'm gonna go first.
Carl, Carlos, you cover me.

DJ, C-note, you cover the side
and the back of the building.

O, you cover the front.

- I got 500 that says
he's not even here.

- O, you really gonna do
this shit right now?

- Just sayin'.
- O, are you with us or not?

- I'm gonna cover the front,
but I'm telling you

I'm singing all the way home,
"I told you so."

- Let's go guys.

- Shit.

- Hello, Ruby?

- Hey, Orlando.

- Where are you?
And where's my son?

- I didn't call to argue,
Orlando.

I called to talk, so just
lose the attitude, please.

- Okay. I apologize.
We can talk.

- Well, I just wanted
to tell you

that your son...

I don't know
how to say this.

- Oh, shit.

- What's that?
- That's coming from out front.

That's gotta be Orlando.
- Yeah, it sounds like it.

- Let's go. Come on.

- I heard the shots.
Was that Brother X?

- Yeah, that was him.
- What happened?

- He slipped away in his car.
I missed him.

- How? He had to come
through that door.

- I don't know
what to tell you, Junior.

I fucked up.

- You on your phone?

- How do you got your phone
in your hand?

You know we're fucked, bro.
Papa's gonna kill us.

- No, he's gonna kill me.

- I can't believe this shit.