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- Previously on
"The Family Business."

- This time next week,

we will be ready
for distribution.

- I would hate to have to go
and merc my little sister

over some trickery, yo.

- I'm worried about you.
- Mom, I'm fine.

- Your aunt Chippy wants you
to go check on Rio.

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

If anything comes up
before then,

the boys will deal with that.

- I heard shots.

Was that Brother X?
Papa is gonna kill us.

- No. He's gonna kill me.

- Why are you
always on your phone?

- Why you in my business?
Always.

And once you get on the phone,
watch what happens.

- That's what I do. I do--
- Three...

- I'm--I'm about to call.
- Two, one.

- Whatever, whatever.

- Exactly. Exactly.

Pot. The kettle.

- What up, Unc?
Did y'all get him?

- No, Curtis. We didn't.

- What do you mean
you didn't get him?

What happened? He wasn't there?

- No, he was...he was there.

He just slipped
through our fingers.

- Unc, are you serious?
It's a no-brainer.

I could have got little Vegas
to do this.

What the hell happened?

- I'm embarrassed to say.

- I know I shouldn't have
came down here.

- I know, nephew.

Sending you to Miami
was a big mistake on my part.

I thought your cousins
could handle it.

I was wrong.

- I'll just get him
when I come back.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

A'ight. I gotta go.

Me and Sasha
are gonna check on Rio.

I'll talk to you later.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Get back soon.

Fuck.

- What happened?

- Orlando went and fucked up.
That's what happened.

- Oof!
- Apologies. Ah.

You!

You!

It can't be.

You're fuckin' dead.

Fuck.

I hear you, love.

Somebody's fuckin' lying.

- Man, what the hell
are y'all doing here?

- Man, fuck that.

What the hell
happened to your eye?

- What happened, Rio?
- What's it look like?

I got my ass kicked.

Ma sent you here, didn't she?
- Damn right, she did.

And now I know why.

Who the hell put their hands
on you, man?

- Just a couple
of club dealers.

But it's fine.
I'm fine.

Nothing I can't handle.

- I ain't ask you
if you can handle it.

I asked you who put
the bruises on your face.

- Talk, Rio!

You know what?
We should call Aunt Chippy.

- That's it.
- Harris--

- Please, please
do not call them.

- Then talk.

Who the fuck did this
and where can we find 'em?

- Some guy named Billy Bob
and his goons.

But look, he's gonna need me
before I need him.

It's the price
of doing business.

Like I said,
nothing I can't handle.

- Yeah, well,

you're not gonna have
to handle this by yourself,

that's for damn sure.

- He's right, Rio.
You know we about that life.

Uh-uh. What are you doing?
- I do.

- And everybody know
I like one thing more

than cooking and women.

both: Fighting.

- You're damn right.
- Then let's fight.

- Let's go.

- Bring your ass, Rio.

- Ay, jefe.
- What is it?

Either I'm tripping

or Mr. Alejandro seems
to have forgot

the last time
we saw each other,

what happened between us.

You remember?

- I remember quite well.

- Pretty bold and gutsy
showing up here.

Must be very important
for you to risk your life.

- Your friend Juan Rodriguez

certainly seems
to have a problem with me,

and I'm wondering
if you're the reason for that.

Don't you know that if my tall,
6'5", Mexican ass

had a problem with you,
we wouldn't be talking?

So what seems
to be your problem?

- The problem is a fuckin'
Cuban hit two of my warehouses

and killed 12 of my men.

And that's
his cheap calling card.

- Hand me that, Pepe.

What's it smell like?

- Es barato.

- Yeah, it seems like he's
very upset about something,

but, again,

I'm not the one you should be
talking to about this problem.

- Then who should I be
talking to, Marco?

- Your wife, Consuela.

- My wife.

My wife?

What does she
have to do with this?

- Ask your wife.

I'm sure it'll be a very
interesting conversation.

- Hmm.

- Yes.

- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you.

It's done.

- "It's done" what?

- Nadja is dead.

- Good.

This is...a good news.

- Good news for who, Pops?
For me, you, us?

You had me set my sister
to be fucking killed.

Her blood is now on my hands
as much as it is yours.

- Your tone is unacceptable,

and I don't want you ever
to speak to me like that again!

Your sister's fate was her own
decision, not yours or mine.

She was given a choice,
and she chose death.

Your turn.

- Now what?

- Now we continue
moving forward with our future.

And you, of course,
will be wed.

- You can't be fuckin' serious
right now.

- Oh, yes, I am...serious.

And you are...

checkmate.

- I got one, y'all.
You heard this one?

Skeleton walks into a bar,
asks for a beer and a mop.

All right, beer, mop, get it?

Yeah, you get it.
- Yeah, bro. I got it.

- Nice place you got here.

Would be a shame for it
to get broken up.

So why don't you give me
my fuckin' money?

- Look at you!

Come back for another
ass whupping.

One wasn't good enough?

Boy, you must be as crazy
as that hair of yours.

- I'm not crazy.

But you're gonna think I am
in a minute

if you don't stop
calling me "boy"

and give me my damn money.

- Well.

Like I said,
you ain't Sebastian,

so I ain't giving you shit.

So why don't you march your
little ass right on out of here

before I blacken
that other eye of yours?

You know what?
We can feed him to the gators.

They ain't eaten all week.

- You know, you're right.
I'm not Sebastian.

'Cause, compared to me and my
family, he's a fuckin' pussy.

- Ooh.

Well, well.

I guess it'll be
a family-affair ass whupping,

then, won't it?

What do they say?
"Family is everything"?

- Yup.

- So why don't you bring
that family of yours

and we'll see what happens?

- No need.

- 'Cause we're already here.

- And the only ass
that's getting whipped

is gonna be yours.

Rio, check his pockets.

Fuck is this?
- I don't know.

- Ooh.
- It looks like a lot.

But if they got this much,
must be worth something.

And I expect my money
by the end of the week

or I'll get the real goons in
my family to handle your ass.

Now who's got the balls, bitch?

Come on, let's go.

- Mm.

I am so proud of you!

- And I think that was
the last time I saw her.

Right after that,
your mother and I--

- Alexander, Aires,
come, sit, sit.

I've been expecting you.

- Why is that, Bernie?

We didn't call a hit
or anything.

- Because you need
an East Coast distributor

for the new product
that you have.

I believe it's called FIRE?

What could possibly
make you think that?

- Well, for starters,

your reaction just confirmed

what I believed a theory

to be fact.

I have to admit,
it's very clever,

the way you've been using
Alejandro Zuniga

as your frontman.

- You are a very
clever man, Bernie.

- Oh, I like to think of it
as intuitive.

I have to admit,
I was very surprised

when I realized that it was you
who is behind this phenomenon,

as I'm sure others will be.

- Is that so?

And what was it that made you
come to this realization?

- Well,

Alejandro Zuniga
is a smart businessman,

but he's no innovator.

There is no doubt
that whoever invented this drug

had to be innovative.

And that got me thinking about
our little arrangement

and how you must be buying
HEAT from me for a reason

and that somehow
the two...are tied.

I can't quite figure out how.

But it'll come to me.

- And if they are,
why will we come to see you?

- Because you're smart.

And you need to diversify
by not putting all your eggs

into Mr. Zuniga's
proverbial basket,

which means you'll need
an East Coast distributor.

And who better than a man
who has proven himself discreet

and that you've already
done business with?

- As I said, Bernie,
you are a clever man.

Perhaps too clever.

But be that as it may,

the bottom line is,
are you interested?

- I certainly appreciate
the offer, Mr. Cora.

But I don't feel,
this one, I can accept.

Mostly because I believe
there is another man

who is better suited
for what you need.

- Oh?

Who are you suggesting?

- A man by the name
of Juan Rodriguez.

He is a smart businessman
and very knowledgeable

in the distribution aspects
of the drug trade.

- Is this the same
Juan Rodriguez

who happens to be
a close friend of LC Duncan?

- Yes, one and the same man.

I wouldn't have even suggested
his name if I did not know

that Mr. Rodriguez
and Mr. Duncan's relationship

is quite strained
at the moment.

I am sure Mr. Rodriguez

will be very interested
in this opportunity,

especially since it
is lucrative,

and as I said,
he is a very smart businessman.

- It sounds so lucrative.

Why would you suggest
someone else take it?

- From where I'm sitting,

I still have money
to be gained.

For one thing, it's obvious,
you have a great need for HEAT.

And since I am connecting you
with Juan,

as a gesture of good faith,

I will accept...

the distribution rights
to Canada for FIRE.

It sounds fair.

Don't you think?

- You are one shrewd man,
Bernie Goldman.

It appears you've found a way

to stay relevant
to both parties

without getting mixed up
in the battle.

- Young man...

I like to think of myself
as a simple businessman.

- I'm sure you do.

- So Bernie,

if I were planning
to do business

with this Juan Rodriguez,

where might I find him?

- Around this time,

I'd say you'll find him
drowning in his sorrows,

trying to forget a woman.

Have you heard of a place
called the Hellfire Club?

- Yes.

- I'm sure you'll
find him there.

- We'll be in touch.

- Brother Omar,
assalamu alaikum.

- Alaikum assalam,
Brother Minister.

- Indeed. Indeed.

- It is--it is good to see you

despite the...
Despite the circumstances.

- Well,

you have my sincere condolences
along with the Brotherhood.

Your daughter Nadja

was an intensely skillful
young lady.

- Thank you, Brother Minister.

Your kind words
are appreciated.

My daughter will be
greatly missed by...

by her brother and I.

- Indeed.

Well,

why don't we shed a brighter
light on both our families?

- Yes.

That would be nice.

So, Armeen,

how do you feel about
the new arrangement?

- Brother--Brother Minister,

I have not told him yet.

So...

I thought it would be best

if both of us
discuss it with him.

- Wait. Discuss what, exactly?

- Uh, Brother Minister?

- That you are betrothed
to my daughter.

- No disrespect,
Brother Minister.

I don't even
know your daughter.

- Hmm.

Well, let me introduce you.

Brother T, if you will.

Ah, there she is.

Indeed.

- Armine, meet my daughter
Nefertiti, your bride-to-be.

Like your sister, my daughter
is a modern progressive Muslim,

raised in Europe
but respectful of our ways.

- Uh, he's--he's
a little bit shy.

- Very shy.

- Say something.
- I don't...

- Say, "How are you?"
- How are you?

- Assalamu alaikum, my king.

- Assalam...
- Alaikum assalam.

Alaikum assalam.

So...

it seems that's settled
and you two will be wed.

- Well, Brother Jacob, I need
some time with my daughter.

She just returned from Europe.

Give us a moment, would you?

- Of course, Brother Minister.
- All right. Peace be with you.

- See you soon.
- Okay.

Well, yeah, that went well.

- I'm glad you like, Abbi.

Yes, indeed, daughter.

This is a good thing, hmm?
- Yes.

- Your wedding will strengthen
my ties to the guild.

We will be positioning
ourselves to strengthen

our global expansion,

especially our ties
to the Duncans.

- Yes, Abbi.

Whatever's best for the family.
- Ah.

I cannot wait to tell everyone
about your engagement.

This is a good thing,
Nefertiti.

Hmm.

You will make a fine wife,
an honorable wife, hmm?

As I explained to Omar,

you are a progressive Muslim
much like his daughter.

You will be well provided for.

- I'm sure.

But I'm not motivated by
materialistic values, Daddy.

- Well, I'm
surprised to hear you say that.

My credit card bills
say otherwise.

- Well, you're my father.
You're supposed to spoil me.

- Ah, of course. And I do.

But I wanted the man that
you marry to do so as well.

- Like I said,
whatever's best for the family.

I'm sure I'll learn
to love him.

- Yes, you will.
- Mm.

- Hey.
- "Hey" yourself.

You know,
you weren't here last Sunday,

I was beginning to think that
you had gone underground again.

- Um, I've been thinking
about it.

- What exactly does that mean?

All right, if you're
in trouble again, baby girl,

I cannot help you if
I don't know what's going on.

- I saw him, Daddy.
- Him?

"Him" him?

Shit.

Damn. When?

- A few days ago.

- 7 billion people
on this planet

and you just ran into him?

- Did he see you?

'Cause I'd like to avoid
what happened the last time.

- I don't think so.
But nobody will believe him.

- I'm not concerned
with who believes him.

Baby girl, what if he's trying
to find you now?

- Well, then I'll just have to
kill him and his entire family.

- Yeah, well,
that's easier said than done.

The McLeods are not
your usual players.

So what's going on with
our friend Señor Marco Cruz?

I reached the critical stages

of my new business venture,
sweetheart,

and I need him distracted
sooner rather than later.

- Like I said,
I found his weakness.

- Then I want you
to use it, Sage.

All right? I want that man
crying in his suit

by the end of next month.

- Okay.

Consider it done.
- Okay.

- Good to see you, Daddy.

- Always.

Sage?

- Yeah.

- I want you to be careful,
Sage,

because if he did see you,

shit's about to hit the fan.

- I'm good.
- All right.

Yeah, it's me.

We may have a problem.

- Complimentary, on the house.

- Oh, thank you.

- Andrea. I'm one of
the assistant managers.

Let me know
if you need anything, okay?

Oh, hi.
- I'll have what he's having.

- All right,
I'll be right back.

- Thank you.

- Nice place.

Juan, right?

- Don't get too close.

Do I know you?

- No.
But I know you by reputation.

My name is Aires Cora.

We share a mutual friend.

Bernie Goldman.

Bernie's no friend of mine.

- But you do business together.

- We do?

- Here's your drink.
- Thank you, doll.

- Any time.

Oh, thank you.

- Well, maybe you do.
Maybe you don't.

But he suggested we talk.

There's a new product
that's hitting the streets,

and there's an opportunity
for you

to be on the ground floor...
if you want it.

- I don't.

- Fair enough.

My old man always said,

"Never force a man
to take an opportunity.

He has to want it."

Do the research yourself.

If it's not what I say it is,
doesn't matter.

But if it is,

then we are going to make
a lot of money together.

My contact info is inside.

Look forward to hearing
from you, Mr. Rodriguez.

Enjoy your drink.

- Garçon!

- It's a little early for that,
isn't it?

- No. Not for me, son.

I'm still on Barcelona time.

It's afternoon for me.

You know, I was about
to call you, get an update.

Got a little worried

when I didn't hear
from you for a few days.

- Everything is going
as planned.

- Hmm.

- Juan?
- He's on his third delivery.

As is Alejandro.

Wanted to tell you
the good news in person.

- Good news?
Son, that is fantastic news.

- Thought it would be.
So what's next?

- Mmm.

Laundry day.

It's time to start
washing the money.

- Salud.
- Salud.

- What y'all think this is?
Y'all think we should try it?

- No, we shouldn't try it.

- You tripping, man.

- We're not trying
anything, Rio.

- Always.
- I'm just saying.

- What's up, Sasha?
Everything all right?

- Yeah, everything is cool.

I'm gonna put you on speaker
with Rio and Curtis.

- What's up, Will?
- What up, Will?

- Hey, what's going on?
- We came across these pills

that the club dealer
has been selling.

- Pills?

- Um, yeah, it's similar
to HEAT, but it's yellow.

You know anything about this?

- Nah. I don't.
- Yeah.

Or whatever it is, man,
it's definitely selling.

It's making
a nice chunk of change.

- And it's yellow?
- Yeah, it's yellow.

- Okay, listen up,

I'm sending the jet out
for y'all in the morning.

Whatever you got, bring it back
so I can check it out.

- Sounds like a plan.

- A'ight.

- Well, come on, y'all.
I'm starving.

You wanna get some crabs?

- Yes.
- You down, Curt?

- Hmm.

Nah, y'all go and enjoy.

Nah, I'ma go to the bar,
get a drink.

You know, I gotta make
some phone calls

and see if I can track down
this Brother X guy.

- Lame. Come on, Sash.
- Boring!

- No, no. No, no.
Get that away from me.

I don't want it.
No, get out of here.

- Juanito, this energy, man.
Siéntate.

- No.

I'd rather stand, all right?

You know,
you surprise me, Marco.

When you said
you wanted to see me,

I wasn't expecting anyone,
entiende?

- Well, you never know what
to expect with Señor Cruz.

But you're here, he's here,
and I'm here.

My great expectations
was for you two gentlemen

to come, sit down,
and talk man to man

and work out
these sudden differences.

We may not be blood brothers.

We've been amigos, friends,
homeys for many years.

Most importantly,
crime partners

in this deadly business
we choose to live.

I will not have you two
compromise the fortunes

that we have made
for ourselves and our familia.

So...friends or enemies?

Choose.

- He's not my friend.

He killed 12 of my men
without cause.

- What do you mean?

I do have a cause.

Because the person
you took from me

is worth more than money
or friendship.

And I killed your fuckin' men
because you stole Consuela

like a fuckin' thief
in the night!

- ¿Estás loco? That's my wife.

I can't steal what's
already mine.

Am I wrong?

- No, you're not.

You two sound like a novela,

calling each other names,

another man stealing
her like a thief in the night.

That is his wife!

- I don't give a fuckin' shit,
all right?

I want her back. ¿Entiende?

Until she's returned to me,

I'ma make your life
a fucking living hell.

Huh?! ¿Tú entiendes?

- Is that a threat, Juanito?

- Call it what you want.

- You know me well enough that
I'm not easily intimidated,

especially by someone
who used to fetch my coffee.

And you couldn't even
get that right.

- Cálmate.

Juanito, you're really willing
to go to war

over another man's wife?

Because if you go to war,
we all go to war.

All right?

The only way this is gonna
end--if you return her to me.

And that's it.

- But what if she doesn't
want you, Juan?

What if she'd rather be home
with her husband--

cooking my meals,
making sweet love to me?

- What then, huh?

- You're a funny guy.

You're a fuckin' funny guy.

But you know
that's not gonna happen

because you're holding her
against her will.

That's funny.

Holding her against her will.

Juanito, what if he says
is true?

They're back together,
they've reconciled.

Are you willing to apologize
to this man and compensate him

for all the mayhem
and destruction

that you have caused him?

- Okay.

I'll do that.

But I want to hear it
for myself.

I want her
to speak to me freely to know

that she's not being
held prisoner.

- What is she? An animal?

Come on, Juanito.

Alejandro, if what you say
is true, this can be resolved.

Right now, FaceTime Consuela.

- Well, I can do better
than that.

Mi amor, I need to see you.

Can you come in?

- Consuela, mi amor.

What is wrong?
I was--I was worried about you.

- Well, there's no need to
worry about me, Juan.

I am fine.

My husband
takes good care of me.

- Where have you been?

- I've been reconciling
with my husband.

He's no longer upset with me.

In fact,

we're gonna
renew our vows this weekend.

- What are you telling me
right now, huh?

That you're going back
with this fuckin' puto, huh?

What the hell
is wrong with you?

- There is nothing

wrong with me.

I love my husband,
and I always have, Juan.

You were just a means
to an end.

Now leave us alone and don't
come around our businesses

because you will not only have
Alejandro to contend with.

You will have both of us.

That means I will back him up.
¿Entiendes?

- But Consuela,
we--we loved each other.

- No.

You had what I needed
at the moment, Juan.

But I don't need you anymore.

I am where I belong,

here as the queen
of the Zuniga Enterprises.

- Marco, I think
we are finished here.

Juan, I need to be compensated
in the usual fashion.

- Consuela! Wait, Consuela!
What are you doing?

We loved each other.
¿Qué te pasó?

- Then you are a fool, Juan.
Adiós.

- Consuela!

Fuck!

- How could you be so stupid?

There's rules to this game.
Sit down.

- Ri, please.

Thank you.

- You know you're my
favorite cousin?

- I love you.

- Oh, somebody is a baller.

- Aires. - Sasha.

What are you doing here?
Haven't seen you since London.

- My cousin runs the place.

What are you doing here?

- Just a little
R&R with a friend.

- A friend?

Where's this friend?

I see you still got jokes.

- Mm-hmm.

- And you're still
sexy as hell.

What are you doing later?

I'd love to catch up.
It's been too long.

- It's been long for a reason.

I'm busy later.

- Well, that's too bad.

Your number still the same?

- Yes. Same since high school.

- Great.

Well, look, I gotta get going.
I got someone waiting for me.

It's always nice
to see you, Sasha.

- Damn, girl!

Now who was that fine
piece of chocolate?

- That, my dear cousin,

is the best dick
I've ever had in my life.

- Sash, why did you let that
one walk away?

- You know how the old
saying goes:

everything that feels good
to you isn't good for you.

- Hey, now.

Shots?

- All the shots.
- All the shots.

Come on, man.

Time is money.

- There's still a minute.

They'll be here.

Jackpot.

- Remember, you didn't
get it from me.

Okay? So we're good?
- We're good.

- All right. Váyate.
- Got you, Papa.

Let's load it up.

- Finally! I texted you
20 minutes ago, Elijah.

Oh.

- Sash, where's Rio?

I got to square up
on some drinks with him.

What happened to the chick
at the bar?

What, you strike out with her?

- Well, cuz, never that.

You know, sometimes with
these House of Diddy chicks,

you know, you got to be
just as House of Diddy.

- Oh, God, she don't know
what she's in for.

- Exactly.

- You know what?

The Duncan men need
to stop playing mind games.

You're almost as bad
as Orlando.

- I think I may be worse.

- That's pretty bad.
That's awful, actually.

- That's not good?
- No, it's bad.

Oh.

Hold on one second.
- Yeah.

- Elijah, call me right now.

- You say something, cuz?

- No, I was just
talking to myself.

- So we talking
to ourselves now?

- I'm in therapy about it.

So I'd appreciate if you didn't
judge me for it, you know?

- Oh, okay.

I'm about to dip, you know?

I see a little something
at the bar.

- A House of Diddy chick?

Oh, my gosh. She is cute.

Am I coming?

Mm, yes.

- Charlie.

Hey, bro!
What's--what--what's going on?

- Oh, don't be hey broing me.
You know why the fuck I'm here.

- No, I don't.

- You stole
my money, Charmaine.

- Huh? No. No, I didn't.

- So where you get all the
money for this shit right here?

You won a lottery or something?
No.

That look like the reward
for the bounty

that Duncan's got on my head.

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

I promise you,
I--I didn't do that.

You're my brother.
Why would I do that?

- 'Cause you're a lowdown,
dirty, money hungry...

- No, no, no.

- Thief that'll do
anything to get another dollar

in your pocket, yo,

even if it means
selling out your brother.

- No, that's not true.
- Yes. Yes.

- No, it's not.
- Word is bond.

- Charlie.

I promise. It wasn't me.

I didn't know
that they were gon--promise.

You're hurting me, Charlie.

- Stop talking.
- You're hurting me.

- I saw Junior Duncan
and his boys get out the ride.

- Charlie!
- You sold me out!

Crushed me.

- You won't be needing this,
won't be needing this.

Here.

May Allah
have mercy on your soul.