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- Previously on "The Family Business"...

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

- What is this other issue?

- You need to see your daughter.

- It's time to start washing the money.

- Aires. - Sasha.

- Elijah, call me right now.

- Pills?

- It's similar to HEAT, but it's yellow.

- Bring it back so I can check it out.

- May our lord have mercy on your soul.

- Okay, so we'll finish talking about this

when the rest of the brothers are here.

Excuse me, brothers. I need to make a call.

Thanks.

Ugh.

- Hello?

- Good morning. Did I wake you?

- Elijah?

- Well, yes. I'm sorry.

I thought we were in the same time zone.

You're usually up by now.

- We are.

I just-- I was, um, sleeping in.

I had a long night last night.

Um, how are you?

- Oh, I'm well. Thank you.

I'm sorry we couldn't talk last night.

Rashad and I went to pick up Brother Minister

from the airport.

How's your trip going?

- It's good.

Um, and you don't owe me an explanation at all.

- Well, maybe I feel like I do.

Anyway, I was wondering how you would feel

if I took you up on your offer

to come and spend some time in Miami.

- Oh no, don't do that.

- No? Oh.

Um, I apologize. I thought--

- No. Um, no, yo--

I can't because I'm coming back soon,

so it wouldn't really make sense.

- Soon as in today?

- Yeah.

I was calling to tell you that last night.

I handled everything I needed to handle in Miami.

So...

- Oh, that's great.

Can't wait to see you.

I miss you, Sasha.

- I miss you too.

So I'll see you soon.

- Okay.

- Get up!

- You said you wanted to get up early.

It's after 8:00.

- Bitch, I'm up. - Mm-hmm.

- You're worse than Mom in Paris.

- Mm, that's a compliment to me.

Listen, I wanna go to New York!

I got a man now.

- Oh, you got a man now? - I got the man now!

- You got to man up, bucky.

- Still late! - Move!

- This is Leah Williams,

reporting from Beachland Resorts headquarters

in the beautiful Montego Bay, Jamaica,

where billionaire Alexander Cora

is about to speak.

- Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,

and thank you for coming.

My wife Dominique and I have asked you here

to announce that Cora International

has recently acquired Beachland Resorts.

That includes the resort

and their headquarters here in Jamaica,

five private islands scattered throughout the Caribbean,

three 737 airplanes,

and a small fleet of yachts, among other assets.

- Hey, guys.

- Hi, baby.

- What are you watching?

- Press conference on the news.

- Will be tasked with running our new venture.

Aires?

- Good afternoon.

It's an honor and a privilege

to be leading our Beachland Resorts venture.

Our main goal is to become one of the world's

most sought-after boutique resorts,

and within two years, we hope to be a global presence

in the tourism and hospitality industry.

Yes.

- Aires, don't you think it's a huge risk,

considering Beachland Resort

has had several bankruptcies in the past?

- Uh, well, look, the thing is that--

- Leah, I would not have achieved

the success that I have if I were not a risk-taker.

Red Bananas, Cortez Brothers Ammunition,

Seen Shoes, Euro Phone,

are just a few of the companies

that we have rescued from oblivion.

- Now that's what I'm talking about--

another Black man making things happen.

- That's gonna be a beautiful place

when they finish, mm.

- You know me and my girl Joy?

We went to a Beachland Resort about seven years ago.

They were nice, but they're a little run down now.

- Yeah, maybe so, but I bet you he turns it around real fast.

Alexander Cora doesn't make a bad investment.

- I intend to invest in the local economy.

- Now that's the kind of man

you wanna be in business with.

- We need more Black men like him.

- And on top of that, he's a philanthropist.

- Yeah.

I heard that man has built multiple schools in Africa.

- Wow. - Well, you know what?

You and Junior should consider,

you know, going to the resort for your honeymoon.

Support one of our own.

- Now, baby, that's a thought. What you think?

- Your wish is my command.

- I love you.

- Hey, DJ's waiting to take us to see O at the office.

You coming, Curtis?

- Nah, I'm gonna see if I can get a trail on Brother X.

I'll see y'all at the house.

- You sure? - Yeah.

- All right, cool.

Let us know if you need some help.

Come on, Ri.

Yeah, here we go.

Oh, there we go.

Oh, shit!

- I swear, if I gotta chase your ass,

I'm gonna merc you on the spot for lying.

- Ah, X, it ain't gonna be all that, man.

You just scared the shit out of me.

- Xavier. Xavier. - Xavier.

- My bad, my bad. What's up, man?

You lookin' good, man. You working out?

- That all the small talk.

I ain't got time for that shit, bro.

- All right. What can I do for you?

- I need a car.

- I just sold you a car.

- I need another one there, motherfucker.

- All right, well, give me a couple of days and I got you.

- I ain't got a couple of days. Yo, I need a car right now.

- Right now? - Yes, right now.

- Shit, man! I--oh, Xavier, I'm--my bad.

Listen, listen, I know I'm good at what I do, right?

But just in case you haven't noticed,

I ain't got no other cars around here.

- Obviously, we got a communication problem,

'cause I told you I need a fucking car right now.

- Look, man, I--

I can't give you something I don't have.

- There's a fucking car right here!

- I ain't finish working on it.

- And what about this, this, this, this here?

- Oh no, no, no, no. See, no, this right here?

I can't give you this, right.

This belongs to these two crazy white dudes, right,

who own a meth lab.

I can't. I-- - I'll take it. Even trade.

- No, the even trade?

This thing is worth, like, ten times more than what you got!

- And you do remember

all the business I've been giving you, correct?

- I'm--

- Well, consider it a write off, my guy.

Get the fuck out of here!

Oh, oh, oh, keys, keys, keys!

- They in the front, man.

- Oh, Low Jack?

It ain't no meth on this bitch, is it?

- No, meth ain't in there. Wu-Tang ain't either.

- Okay, ha, ha, ha. Funny-ass motherfucker.

Well, Low Jack the jackass, you just got jacked.

- Thank God you guys are back. Now Ma can stop stressing.

- Mm-hmm.

- What happened to your eye?

- I had a slight mishap,

but it looks worse than what it is.

You should've seen the other guy.

- Ooh, you would've been proud of him; I was.

Oh, and this is what Billy Bob had on him.

- And you don't know what it is?

- Mm-mm. - Nope.

But he's definitely been selling it.

- You didn't try it, did you? - No, I didn't try it.

- He didn't.

- Can you guys put that down?

Stop touching everything.

- Yeah.

- Where the hell is Curtis?

- He said he had something to do.

Probably something to do with Brother X.

- Good. He's back to work.

That's what we're paying him for.

Instead of hanging out around here

acting like he's on some kind of extended vacation.

The sooner he finds X,

the sooner he can take his ass back home.

- Don't do that, O. He's a good guy.

And a good cousin. We should give him a chance.

- She's right.

- You know, you two,

I love you both. - Mm.

But Curtis Duncan is and always will be nothing but trouble.

That will never change.

What happened the other night was just a--a fluke.

- Whatever, O.

I think you should give him a chance.

You ready to go, Rio?

- Yeah.

She's right about this, O. - Mm-hmm.

Stop being so stubborn and give Curtis a break.

- Okay, good bye, you guys. - Okay.

- Can I take this with me? - No you can't.

- Okay. - Oh, my God.

- Shit!

Charmaine? Charmaine!

Come on, get up. Get up! Shit!

Come on, Charmaine!

Damn it.

I didn't mean for this to happen to you.

Come on, get up. Get up.

Get up!

I'll find your fucking brother.

I'ma kill him.

Shit!

- Everybody good?

Everybody got everything they need?

- Yep. Gosh, it's delicious.

- Ma, you put your foot in these peas.

- Did I? - You did.

- Eli? - Mmm, mmm!

- Hey, baby. Where's Curtis?

- He's upstairs getting changed.

- Okay.

- Well, Rio, my darling, I am so glad that you are home

because the house has not been the same without you here.

- I'm glad to be home, Mom.

- Speaking of not being here, Junior, where's Sonya?

- London dropped her off so she can do some wedding stuff

with a couple of friends.

- Like what?

We were planning this all together!

- You are, Ma. She's just picking out

some bridesmaids dresses with some friends.

Relax.

- Well, why nobody tell me no bri--

he told me to relax.

Are you kidding me? This is a big day!

Oh, did you ask Curtis to make the hors d'oeuvres?

Because the ones that he made

for my bridge club were fantastic.

- Ma, you just told me that ten minutes ago.

- I did? - Yes you did.

- Curtis! Speak of the devil.

We were just talking about you, son.

- Come on in, babe.

There's plenty of steak to go around.

- 'Sup, Curtis?

- I guess y'all in here having family dinner

like everything's all good.

This the shit my pops is talking about.

- Curtis, what are you talking about?

- I'm talking about the fact that a woman is damn near dead,

and it's all your fault.

- What woman?

- The woman who gave me the tip on Brother X.

The one whose house these two showed up at

and let his ass get away.

That fucking woman.

So sorry if I don't wanna have dinner right now,

Aunt Chippy, but y'all can go ahead and eat.

- You got it wrong, homey.

- You always say that weak-ass shit, man.

Because far as I'm concerned, her blood is on your hands.

You and O.

- If you got something on your chest,

you can let it off, cuz.

And if you feeling froggy, just jump, I'm right here.

- Oh, sit your ass down before

I fuck you up in front of the entire family.

- Orlando, sit down. - Yeah.

Yeah, sit your ass down

before I break you off into some pieces.

- You better watch your tone. - Curtis, enough.

- Need to go ahead with that shit, man.

- Curtis, I understand why you're upset.

You have a reason to be.

- You ain't guilt-free in this shit either, Uncle L.C.

I knew I should've stayed my ass here

and got Brother X myself.

But you insisted that I go babysit Rio.

Who, for the record, don't need no babysitting.

You know what?

This shit ain't on me no more.

This on y'all.

Y'all the ones with blood on your hands.

Let me go talk to him.

- Sit down.

- I might not like what he said,

but he sure as hell wasn't lying.

Brother X shouldn't have gotten past you guys.

- Could somebody pass me the peas?

- Shut up, Harris.

- Look, I'll check into a hotel.

But I ain't leaving till I find his ass.

- Nobody's asking you to leave, Curtis.

Not for calling us on our own shit.

We messed up.

I messed up.

Yeah, you heard me correctly. This is on my shoulders.

I had a hand in it.

I should've listened to you when you said

you didn't feel comfortable leaving.

- That's why I stay away from you at home.

Because y'all talk a good game.

But when it's time to show up,

sometimes y'all don't.

Plain and simple.

- Well.

- Don't get me wrong.

You're family and everything, and always will be.

But when you call, says you're needing some help,

I dropped everything and went after

Brother X with no problem.

Because if you got a problem with my family,

then you got a problem with me.

I just don't get that same energy with y'all.

- I didn't know you felt that way, Curtis.

Because we do have your back. I hope you know that.

- I appreciate you saying that.

But it shouldn't have to be like that.

I mean, that girl shouldn't be in the hospital.

I mean, Brother X was right there.

There's no way in the world he should've got away.

I've been in that apartment. Somebody fucked up.

- Yeah.

Somebody fucked up.

But that's not going to change things now.

The only thing we can do now

is catch Brother X and make him pay.

- That's some bullshit.

And just so you know?

I ain't bailing.

And like I said,

we're family.

- Yeah.

We're family.

- This is quite an undertaking, Ms. Lureaux.

Things seem to be going very well for the course.

- Yes, very well.

We should have this resort reopen in a week.

Although we are still doing renovations for quite a while.

- I have to admit,

the company presentation was really impressive.

No, no, no, "brilliant" would be a better term.

Such a smart move. - Hmm.

- Purchasing an oceanfront resort.

- Alexander believes that the travel industry

and also the tourism industry are quite lucrative.

I mean, the development of Cora Resorts,

it allows us to enter into that very arena.

And also, we have a chance

to open up our investment portfolio.

Leverage, yes.

- Well, what you were saying is true, Miss Lureaux,

but, come on.

I mean, this is a lot more

than an addition to your investment portfolio.

- Well, Bernie, whatever do you mean?

- If I may be blunt, I mean Cora Resorts undoubtedly

will become the underground transportation hub

for distribution of, shall we say, other products.

- You mean like Fire.

- Your words, not mine.

However, with the planes, boats, private marinas,

private airstrips on these islands,

you will be in control of a smuggler's paradise.

And that doesn't even include the huge opportunities

to launder cash

through the resort's various cash businesses.

Jet skis, golf, hotel services, restaurants.

It's--it's unbelievable.

- From what you just said,

I guess now would be the perfect time

to buy Cora International stock, Mr. Goldman.

- Funny you should say that-- I was on the phone

with my broker this morning.

I bought 10,000 shares.

- Yes.

Wise investment, Bernie. Very wise.

So with all that being said, we are going to need more HEAT.

More than what you gave last time.

25% more.

- I don't think that's gonna be a problem.

Of course, you know the price is still the same.

There is no discount.

Hmm.

Bernie, Bernie, Bernie.

The more you talk,

the more you make me rethink my thoughts on stereotypes.

- What's up, Mel?

What you doing on this side of town this time of day?

- Well, I was looking for Wayne.

I thought he lived here.

- He do. - Mm.

- But he's out of town on some business.

Is there anything I can do for you?

- Okay, well, I was wondering if you had any of those pills.

You know, the red ones?

- You mean HEAT.

You liked that shit, didn't you?

- Yeah.

I mean, it helped me stay up all night

even after the party and study.

I got an A.

- That's what's up. But no. I don't have no more.

- Oh. All right.

Well, just let me know when he get back.

- Hold on, shorty.

I don't have no more HEAT, but I got something better.

- It's like HEAT?

- Even better.

If you got an A with HEAT,

you're gonna get an A+ with Fire.

Trust me, Mel.

- I don't know.

- Know what?

This is what I'ma do.

I'ma give you these two on the house for the try out.

And if you like it and you come back,

then they're $10 a pop.

Cool?

- You sure it's like HEAT? - Even better.

It's the best shit out on the streets.

You'll see.

You'll be back to see me in no time.

- Hola, Juan.

- Hey, Natalia.

Can you please tell, uh, that despite everything,

you know, that I, uh, I still love her.

But I can't forgive her for breaking my heart.

- Who are you talking about? Consuela?

- Who do you think am I talking about?

She's there with you.

Put her on the phone. Put her on the phone.

- Juan...

I--I don't--

- Don't lie to me, Natalia. Please don't lie to me.

Don't do this to me right now.

- I am not lying.

- Well, you can stop searching.

Because she's back with that puto, Alejandro.

- No, no.

- I saw her with my own eyes, at Marcos' place.

They were kissing and hugging right in front of me,

like I was a fucking mir-- a fucking mirage.

And then he was bragging.

He was fucking bragging that they were making sweet love.

I could've killed that son of a bitch.

She made me look like a fool, Natalia.

- Juan, I'm so sorry. I find this hard to believe.

- Yeah, Natalia?

That I'm lying? That's what you're saying?

- But maybe mistaken?

- No, I'm not mistaken, all right?

I know what the hell I saw, all right?

And if you don't believe me,

you can ask Marcos or Ralph, all right?

Because they know. They were there.

- Okay. I believe you.

But if Consuela is alive, then why hasn't she called me?

- Because she's a fucking bitch, that's why.

Look, she only cares about herself.

No one else! Entiende?

- Juan? Hello?

- Is everything okay?

Is there anything I can help you with?

- It is good to see you again. - Likewise, my king.

I was under the impression by my father that your work

takes up most of your time.

So I'm very surprised by this invitation.

- Yeah, my schedule also allows me to reprioritize

if something is more important

and requires my attention.

- Am I to assume that this is more important?

- I mean, getting to know my wife-to-be

should be more important, don't you think?

- I do.

So tell me.

What is your expectations of me as your wife?

- Pretty easygoing.

Just be honorable, trustworthy,

and maintain our household while being sexy.

- Like cook and clean?

- No, we have servants for that.

- Hmm. Is that it?

- No.

I wanna be a young dad. - Hmm.

Want little fuckers running around.

One or two.

Is that gonna be a problem?

- No.

Two is acceptable, but three if we don't have a boy.

- I can live with that. - Good.

- What about you?

What do you see in your man?

- Same as you, mostly.

But I have to admit, I am pretty high-maintenance,

so I do expect you to be a good provider.

- Yeah.

- And I promise to be the most faithful wife in the world

as long as the sex is gratifying.

- Okay, I see. And what if it's not?

- Well, then you have to understand

that I will find satisfaction in another man.

I hope that's not a problem. I promise to be discrete.

- I guess I'm gonna have to show you what I can do.

- I guess you do. Enjoy.

- Yo, Juan. This Mel.

- What's good, Mel?

- Well, I was wondering if you had any more

of those study aids that you gave me the other day.

- You liked that shit, huh?

I told Wayne you'd be back for some more.

- They always do. - How many you want?

- How much can I get for 100?

- Know what, Mel? I'm gonna give you 11.

Give you one on the house just 'cause you a repeat customer.

- I probably won't need that many,

but I need to make it through the semester,

so better safe than sorry.

- I hear you.

Here you go, beautiful.

Don't take more than one at a time.

That shit crazy.

- Nice shot. - Hmm. Thanks.

- I'll see you later.

Let me know when Wayne gets back.

- Sure will. Have a blessed night, Mel.

- Good night.

- She'll be back.

- They always do.

- I must admit, been with a fair share of women,

but in you, I think I found my match.

Last night was just incredible.

- Incredible?

Hmm.

What a way to boost a girl's ego.

I have to say, you're not too bad yourself.

- Then why leave?

I can have the chef make us the best meal

and we can just do our thing, all day.

- So tempting, but we're not married yet.

- Do I have to worry about somebody else?

- No, don't think so.

I mean, it's really nice

to finally meet a man that can keep up.

We might have to work on your oral skills,

but I can teach you.

Other than that, I think you'll make a fine husband.

For now.

- Wow.

- I hope it picks up.

- Yeah, me too. Let's have a drink.

- Hey.

- Hey, Kim.

- So I've got two new girls for you.

One from Ghana, other one's from Haiti.

Because I know you like your girls exotic.

- I appreciate it, but, uh,

I'm just taking a break from work.

- You know you're not gonna be able to replace her, right?

- And what's that supposed to mean?

- Means you've been here every night this week,

you haven't picked a single girl,

and I'm not stupid.

- I never said you were.

I'm just enjoying the club and having a little fun.

- And asking all the girls about Ruby.

Honey, she's not coming back here.

You scared her away.

- Then why don't you tell me where she is, Kim?

Please. - I don't know where she is.

But even if I did, I wouldn't tell you

because you've gotta let this go.

She's married! She has a husband.

- Yeah, she has that motherfucker raising my son.

- Okay.

Let's just-- let's keep our voice down.

What?

Okay. I'll take care of it.

Orlando, I...

I need to tell you something.

- What is it?

- I need you to not fuck my club up

once I tell you this.

- What are you gonna tell me? She's here?

- I'm serious.

I want you to handle your shit outside of here.

Okay? Do you promise me?

- Okay.

Okay, I promise.

Now it's your turn. What is it?

- Fucking wish I wasn't in love with your brother

or I wouldn't even do any of this.

Michael Diamond's here. But you just promised me.

- I did, didn't I? - You did.

- I did. Okay.

I got you, I got you.

- Okay.

- We are family. - We are family.

- All right? I got you.

- Trusting you.

- I promise you. That's my word.

- Okay.

- Danke.

- Junior want a junior?

We can take this party upstairs!

- Hello?

- Junior, Michael Diamond's down at the Hellfire Club.

Get everybody together and get down here now.

- I'm on my fucking way right now.

- Everything okay, baby?

- Payback time.

I'll be back.

- Be careful.

- Mm.

Girl, what'd you forget?

- Nothing.

Sonya, they just brought Melanie in here.

- My Melanie?

Girl, what happened? Who was she with?

- She overdosed.

- God damn it. I'm on my way.

- Poor baby. How's she looking?

- Not good.

- Oh, God.

- Oh yeah. Nice and easy.

Hands flat on the dashboard, okay?

- I've got about 500 cash, and that's it.

You can take it.

- Do I look like I want your fucking money?

Huh? Michael?

- Oh, you know my name. - Oh, I know who you are.

- Then you know who the hell I am.

- Yeah. I know who you are.

- So what the fuck do you want?

- I wanna put a bullet in your fucking head,

that's what I want.

But first, my boss wants to have a little chat with you.

- Who the fuck is your boss?

- L. C. Duncan.

- Look, I'm gonna go and check on some other patients, okay?

- Okay, okay.

I'm just gonna stay here with her.

You go. I understand. You go.

Oh, Jesus.

- Oh no! No! Oh, my God!

- I know, I know.

- Oh, Mel. - I know, honey.

- Oh, my God. - She's gonna be okay.

- Oh, my God! - I know, I know, I know.

I know, I know, I know, I know.

She's gonna be fine.

She's stable. She's stable, okay?

She's stable. She's gonna be fine.

- Oh, my baby.

- Harris? What are you doing here?

- I--

- It's okay. He's her father.

Oh, my baby!

- You're--you're her father?

- I can't. I can't. I can't stay!

- Wait a minute.

- Harris!

Does London know that you have a whole-ass daughter?

- Sonya, it's not what it looks like.

- Oh, it's what it looks like,

that nobody knows that you have a daughter?

- Listen, I-- okay, it is what it looks like,

but I can explain it!

- Explain!

- I can't do it here, but I need you to promise me

that you won't say anything about this!

- I don't keep secrets from Junior, Harris.

- Sonya. - Wha--

what--you--

- When you get home, you better explain it to the tee.

- I promise you I will. I promise you.

I will tell you everything.

- Let's see him. Wake his ass up.

You thought...

- We weren't gonna find your ass.

Junior, can you explain to me why people fuck with us

and think they can just go on about their business

and think that we're just gonna forget?

- Everybody knows that the Duncans

are a bunch of fucking pussies.

- Things have changed, bitch.

- Good shot.

Oh, shit. Oh, yeah.

- I don't have any time to play with you.

See, we all know you had something to do

with my uncle's murder.

But we also know that you didn't have enough balls

to do it on your own.

So...

Tell us who called the order!

- I got more balls than you think I got.

I ain't telling you shit, motherfucker.

- Can y'all teach this motherfucker how to talk again?

- Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit.

- Still not talking, huh? - No.

- Well, I can see you, you real tough.

But I gotta tell you,

you could save yourself a whole lot of pain

if you just tell us what we wanna know.

- I ain't telling you shit, old man.

Oh, fuck.

- Who ordered the hit... - God damn it, just fucking--

- On my brother? - Just fucking do it.

- Huh? - Just kill me, man.

- I'll put a bullet in your head.

- You think I'm stupid?

I know I'm already fucking dead.

But so is each and every one of you motherfuckers.

It's just a matter of time.

- Okay, you real tough.

You've proven you can damn sure take a beating.

This is gonna take a while.

But you are gonna tell us what we wanna know.

But might as well have some fun while we're doing it.

- Fuck!

He's gonna kill you last! - Who?

- Just so you can watch every one

of your fucking children die!

Ow!

- Who is he?

Fuck! - Who ordered the hit?

- Ain't telling you shit! Fuck!

Just kill me, man! Just fucking kill me!

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

- I ain't gonna just kill you.

You're gonna die a slow, painful death

for what you did to my brother.

Now, I'm betting that I can put at least 20 bullets in your ass

before you bleed out.

Maybe I could put even more,

if I just avoid all the vital organs.

- Fuck!

Just fucking kill me!

- No, no, no. - Fucking do It!

- No, because you, you like the pain.

In fact, C-Note, when you were in the Navy SEAL,

what did they say was the most painful way to die?

- Fire.

It's very excruciating to be burned alive.

- That's what I thought. - Man, fuck you.

Fire.

Hey, don't we have some, um,

gasoline around here somewhere?

- Yes, sir, we do.

Get it.

- Wait, hold on, hold on. - Fuck yeah.

- You sure you wanna do this?

- This fucker killed my brother.

Now he wants to play games with me?

I ain't got time for that shit.

- Oh, fuck.

- No, no, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Fuck! - You know.

My brother, Lou, the one you had killed?

He loved a good cigar. - Fuck.

- In fact, he's the one that got me into it.

Now, I think it's only fitting that I use one

of his private stock to light your ass on fire.

- Oh, fuck. Get the fuck away from me, man.

- I'm giving you five seconds...

- Fuck. Fuck. Jesus. - To tell me what I wanna know.

Five seconds. - Oh fuck.

- And I end this little conversation.

- God damn you, son of a fucking--

- Five.

- You've gotta be fucking kidding me!

- Four. - Don't do it.

- Three. - Okay, okay.

- Two! - Okay, fuck!

I'll tell you. I'll tell you.

I'll fucking tell you. I'll tell you what you--

- Tell me, God damn it!

- I will! Fuck! Fuck. Okay.

It was fucking Larry. - What did you say?

- I said Larry! It was fucking Larry.

But it's only a matter of time!

- No!

- Curt, what the fuck did you just do?

- I just killed his ass.

That's what the fuck I just did.

- Curtis, he was our only lead. What were you thinking?

- He was talking about my daddy.

- He said Larry!

It don't mean it have to be your daddy!

- He needed to keep my daddy's name out of his fucking mouth.

- Stupid motherfucker.