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- Previously on "The Family Business"...

- This the shit my pops was talking about.

Because far as I'm concerned,

her blood is on your hands.

You and O.

- Such a smart move, purchasing an oceanfront resort.

- Sonya, they just brought Melanie in here.

She overdosed.

- Harris?

- It's okay. He is her father.

- No!

- Curtis, he was our only lead.

- He need to keep my daddy's name

out his fucking mouth.

- Good morning. How can I help you?

- I'd like to see Larry Duncan.

- Larry. Okay, one second.

Excuse me, sir.

I have a young man here to see Larry.

Mm-hmm.

What's your name?

- My name is Curtis. Curtis Duncan.

- Curtis. It's Curtis Duncan. We've been expecting you.

One moment.

- Mm.

I am so in love with this palette.

- I know.

This is gonna be fantastic for the flowers.

All right, my darling. Last card.

- Now, are you sure

there's nobody in your family you want to invite?

- No, just the girls at the hospital.

Most of my family's passed on, and those that are still here

aren't worth a darn and don't give a care about me.

- All right. All right.

So we will get these out in the mail

really soon.

And, oh, don't forget that we have an appointment

with Liz and Maxine about the flowers

and the catering tonight.

- I know, I know, I know. - So excited.

- Thank you for this.

- Don't make me well up. Don't make me well up.

You're so welcome, honey.

- Let me get to the hospital. - All right, baby.

- Hey, good morning.

- Good morning? Don't "Good morning" me.

You told me you were gonna tell me

everything when you got home.

Okay, I'm waiting.

- Okay-- - Curtis!

Be ready to travel in ten minutes.

We got work to do.

- Listen, Sonya,

Junior's outside waiting to take you to work.

Let me go get my stuff.

- Hey, is everything okay, O? L.C. looked pretty damn upset.

- Yeah, we tired, man. - Hmm.

- We found Michael Diamond last night.

Bumped into a brick wall on who killed Lou.

At least I hope we did.

- I don't understand. - Oh, you will.

But if I was you, I'd be ready to go when Pop is.

As you can see, he's not in the best of moods.

- Yeah.

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

- Oh, my God.

L.C., do I even need to ask whose blood that is?

- Things didn't go exactly as planned, that's for sure.

And no. No, you don't.

- Okay, what happened?

- Curtis happened.

- Oh, Lord.

Now what are you gonna do, honey?

- I'm gonna pay my brother a visit.

- You're serious, aren't you? - Yeah.

I have to at least find out

if he even knows Michael Diamond.

And besides, I've putting this visit off way too long.

- All right, baby. I'll go with you, okay?

- No, no, no.

You stay here and keep getting the weddings plans handled.

I'll take Harris and Junior with me.

- All right. Okay.

- I know, I know.

Okay. All right.

- Oh, please.

- Thank you.

- Good morning, gentlemen. And welcome.

I'm so glad to see

that you all came for this month's board meeting.

Instead of the corporate office,

we decided to host it here,

so that we could welcome you to Cora Resorts.

It's our latest adventure in what we expect

will be our most lucrative business investment to date.

- I find that hard to believe, Alexander.

The cold shower I endured

this morning certainly wasn't very welcoming.

Not to mention the fact that I was unable to receive

the additional towels

I'd requested from the front desk.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

There have been some minor issues

that have come up, but I assure you--

- You call this,

a luxury resort with deluxe accommodations

which does not have proper housekeeping,

a minor issue?

Cora Resorts isn't even suitable enough for us.

And we are members of the board.

- Stop your fucking whinin'.

Sorry.

- I'm not sure if that matters, considering

you made this decision without even consulting us.

- I apologize, Dimitri.

Yes, there have been some minor hiccups,

as is with any startup of a new business.

Cora Resorts is no different.

But hey, the good thing is, we're already in the black.

We just opened up.

Check out the reports in front of you.

See, the profits come from staying under budget

and funds that we have received from reservations,

both current and future.

- Alexander, these numbers are excellent.

- Yeah.

We're exactly where we need to be.

Listen, gentlemen, not to worry, all right?

My son Aires, he is overseeing

the entire operation personally.

- This makes no sense.

You expect us to believe

that this place has netted a profit already?

How? You aren't even at capacity.

- Dimitri.

Sweetheart, we've got bookings from what?

- Several. - Several.

Several events

secured by deposits.

The hospitality industry

has its own way of working, Dimitri.

You should understand that.

- Again, this makes no sense.

What aren't you telling us, Alexander?

- If he doesn't put a bullet in your head, I will.

You fucking understand that? Show some respect.

I'm sorry.

- Are you done, Patrick?

- Aye. - Okay.

What I'm telling you, Dimitri,

is that for the last four years

you've been on the board here at Cora International,

You have made more than 20% on your money,

more than you could've made anyplace else.

If you have some trouble with my leadership,

I can arrange it

so that you and your partners can be removed.

Is that clear enough for you?

- Well, that went well.

You had them eating out of your hands, as usual.

- Eh, bullshit. But Richard was useful.

I guess giving him 30% of his shares back

has made him "loyal."

- Ah, or scared.

Speaking of which,

what is your take on our Russian, Dimitri?

- He needs to be watched. - Ha.

I told you that he should never have been on the board.

He concerns me.

- Baby, he and his Russian colleagues

are major shareholders.

There was no way around it.

You don't really think

I want those thugs near my business, do you?

- I'm just saying.

You know, you have no problem discouraging people.

Why didn't you discourage them, Alexander?

- Baby, I do not want to argue about Dimitri

right now, all right?

- Fine.

- But with all that fire going out today,

we cannot risk having him snooping around.

So for now, I need you to keep a close watch on him.

Okay? All right.

And make sure there are no more housecleaning hiccups

while he's here.

- I'll get right on it. - Thank you.

Sooner Dimitri is off this island,

the better off we all are.

Hey, son. - Hey, Dad.

- I know that look. What's wrong?

- The dock workers walked off. - What?

- What do you mean the dock workers walked off?

Where the hell did they go?

Aires, we've got ships out there

that need loading, man.

And I'm not talking about coconuts, damn it.

- I know, Dad. I'm working on it.

Apparently, there's some labor tax

that hasn't been negotiated.

The dock workers won't return till it's taken care of.

- What the--

- Mr. Cora. So good to see you again.

- "So good to see you again."

Cut the political crap, Augustus.

You're never happy to see me.

Where are my workers?

- From my understanding, they have been told

not to come back to work

until you resolve your issues with the taxman.

- Who is this fuckin taxman he's talking about?

And why have I not been introduced to him?

- It sound like a hood tax to me, darling.

Certainly appears that way.

Are you telling me that some hood tax

is holding up my entire operation?

- That would be my inclination, Mr. Cora.

However, it could be worse.

- My board members can't get towels or clean sheets,

and I got a bunch of fucking boats

sitting out there that need to be loaded.

How the fuck can it get any worse?

- Let's see what you were up to.

I knew it.

Hey, Pop. - I'm here.

- Great.

Are you alone? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm alone.

Harris and your brother are in the car.

What the hell is so important that I had to turn around

and come here before seeing my brother?

We're in the middle of the George Washington Bridge,

for crying out loud.

- Yeah, I'm sorry about that,

but I thought you might want to hear this

without prying ears.

- This doesn't have anything to do with your cousin

or that Brandi girl, does it?

- Nope. It has nothing to do with them.

- Okay. Well, what's going on?

- Whatever Rio and Sasha picked up

from that guy in Miami

has the potential to become a problem on a scale

that I don't even want to think about.

- This is some sort of HEAT rip-off?

I thought you said it would be years

before anyone could reverse engineer HEAT.

- It should be,

and that's what has gotten me so damn confused.

- Yeah.

- Listen, it's--

it's important that we figure this out.

Okay, now, you take whatever time or resources you need,

but do it quiet and discreet.

Don't talk to Harris or Junior

or anybody other than me about this.

This...

this could destroy our entire operation.

- Yeah, I know. That's what I'm afraid of.

- Hmm.

- Hey. I got here as fast as I could.

I'm just now taking lunch.

How is she doing?

- She was conscious a few minutes ago,

but she went out again.

Oh, God, all they're telling me is that she's stable

and that they're doing everything that they can.

- They are.

I told the staff that you guys are my friends,

so they're gonna take real good care of her.

- I appreciate it.

- Harris said he was gonna call the head of the hospital,

but I don't know exactly what that's gonna accomplish.

I don't know. He's an attorney, so...

- Yeah, I know.

He's a few other things too.

Raven, you do know he's married, right?

- God, of course I do.

But what do you want me to do with it?

- You know-- you know he's married?

So you run around here being a side chick for 20 years?

- Are you gonna do something like this, in here, right now?

Oh, my God, that is not what happened, Sonya.

We knew each other over 20 years ago.

Yes, I got pregnant, all right? Shit happens.

He went his way, I went mine.

I got married, and I had

a pretty damn good life before my husband died.

And despite everything that happened,

Harris was always there.

He always cut a check in order to make sure

that Mel was taken care of.

- Cut a check?

- Oh, and when my husband died,

who do you think foot the bill

in order for us to move back here?

- Raven, he has a wife.

- Don't judge me.

Because I was not some little side chick, all right?

We are friends.

- Friends? Friends, Raven?

You gonna stand right here

and tell me that you and Harris are just friends?

You and I both know that's a goddamn lie.

I know the man.

He ain't cutting a check for nothing.

- Fine.

We get a little reacquainted sometimes.

- Oh, God. - Oh, my God, Sonya.

It doesn't happen all the time.

- What? - Okay, I am not proud of this.

But a girl has needs.

And sometimes, Sonya, I get lonely.

Okay?

He's--my God, he's familiar.

- I can't. I can't. I can't.

Look, I gotta get back to my floor.

Just...call me if you need anything.

- Hey, girl. - Hey.

- How's Mel?

- No change.

She's not getting any better. I'm worried.

- You should be. This shit is serious, Sonya.

It's not your typical overdose.

These patients are coming in here damn near comatose.

You know the last thing the Black community needed

was another drug in the streets.

- Tell me about it.

- I'm sorry. I got to get back to the ER.

- Thanks, girl. - Sorry, Sonya.

- Thank you. See you.

- Can I help you? - Probably.

But right now, I got to see the Boss Lady.

Evening, Miss Maud.

- Give me a minute.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure. I'm sure.

I'm sure that I've been waiting for you all day.

What took you so long?

- Miss Maud, you called me an hour ago,

and I came straight here lickety-split.

- Where's my shit?

- I got it.

- How much you got?

- How much you want?

- How much can I get for this?

- Well, let's see.

- This is it? This is all I get?

- Unless you got more money, Miss Maud, that's it.

- Do you know how much money I've given you this week?

- A shitload. A shitload.

And it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Maud.

Now, I've got some other business to attend to,

so I've got to get off out of here,

but if you need me, you know where to find me.

- Mm-hmm.

Mm.

- Hey, man, you just go into people's hood like--

What's good, Low Jack?

- Yo, what's up, Curtis?

What's up, man? - Hey, man.

You know, I came through to holla at you for a second.

- A'ight. - And say thank you.

- Thank me?

- Yeah, you know, that tip you gave me

on Brother X's sister paid off.

Good looking out. - Oh, word?

Oh, word, word. Okay, okay.

But you ain't had to come down here

and say thank you in person, you know what I'm saying?

It's not like I had a choice in the situation.

You was whooping my ass and threatening my life,

which, man, that was kind of fucked up,

but, I mean, since you here, I'ma do it the right way.

And I'ma say, you welcome.

- Come on, man. Don't act like that.

- Like what?

- I just want to ask you a couple questions.

- I'm here. - You seen Brother X lately?

- Brother who?

- I said Brother X, man. - Brother who?

- Man, stop fucking playing with me.

- I'm saying, I don't know who you talking about.

- You don't know who the fuck Brother X is?

- No, no, I haven't seen him.

I don't know who you talking about, man.

- Are you sure about that? - I'm positive, Curtis.

- Then why the fuck is his car right there, man?

- Oh, this right-- oh, this car right here?

Oh, no, I got this on the trade-in a couple of days ago.

This couple came in, they needed to make a move,

so that's what I do.

But other than that, I don't know what you--

- You see this right here? - Yep, I see it.

- It's a photo from a security camera

showing Brother X driving the same fucking car

the night he was trying to kill my cousin Orlando.

- Oh, hey, look, I don't know nothing about nothing.

I can't help you.

- Yeah, you don't know nothing? - I don't know nothing.

- See, you ain't learned shit from our last conversation.

Man, you better start talking.

And whatever you say, it better not be no fucking lie.

- Come on, man.

All right, all right, all right, I saw him.

- I can do this shit all day. - I saw him.

- All day, Low Jack.

- I saw him.

- Where the fuck you see him at?

Your thievin' ass was supposed to call me when you saw him.

- I don't know, man.

Look, I'm telling you the truth, man, I swear.

He just parked his car in here, and then he left with mine,

and I ain't had much say in the situation.

- He leave anything in here?

Huh? Papers? Receipts? Anything?

- Nah, man, just a bunch of blood in there, man.

Whatever he brought, that's what he took with him,

and it wasn't much.

- What the fuck did he take?

- He took two fishing poles and a laptop.

- Fishing poles?

What the hell he doing with fishing poles?

- He going fishing, I guess.

- Stop playing with me, man.

Next time you see him, you call me.

Fishing poles.

That shit don't even sound right.

- How was your trip? - Long. Hot.

- I can imagine with the top down.

And our guest?

- See for yourself.

Where is he? Where's Ramon?

- Ramon is fine.

- I did what you wanted

and I played along with your game

to get rid of Juan.

Now, you better take care of Ramon,

and you better feed him, okay?

- You're not in a position to making demands, Consuela.

Though I must admit, you were convincing.

I almost thought you fell in love with me again.

- Now, take off that clown outfit

and give me back my ring

You're the clown that bought me that outfit.

Now, I kept my promise, so you better keep yours.

You better feed and take care of Ramon.

- Get this puta out of my face.

- Alejandro, wait!

Where is she taking me?

- Back to your fine accommodations, mi amor.

Nothing has changed.

- He is so wack. - He is not wack.

I mean, you just have to listen to his lyrics.

- I can't even listen to the lyrics

'cause the beats are so bad.

Now, Chica, that girl's everything.

From the music to the beats to the flow.

Like, she's clearly the best out.

- You're only saying that 'cause she's a girl rapper.

- Girl?

She's a female MC, okay?

And she's way better than he is.

Admit it.

- Fine. She's a'ight.

- Nevada, sweetie, you have a visitor.

- Hola, Nevada.

- Hola, Natalia.

Thanks, Grandma.

- Okay, I will leave you two to chat.

- Gracias.

- I assume you're here to send a message to my mother.

- No.

Actually, I'm here to see if you've heard from her.

- You work for her. Why haven't you talked to her?

- I've been trying.

I've been trying to reach her for weeks.

But I can't. Her phone is disconnected.

And I was hoping she'd spoken to you.

- I haven't spoken to her since she stood me up on my birthday.

You think she's all right?

- I don't know.

There's a rumor that she went back to her husband.

- You don't think she'd do that, do you?

- It's possible.

Your mother is a very unpredictable woman.

What I don't understand is why she hasn't contacted me.

- Doesn't make much sense.

I mean, you were the person she trusted the most.

- I thought so too. Until now.

Well, if you do hear from her, you call me.

Me entiendes?

- Sí, Natalia.

- Sorry. I'm back.

- Hey, Nevada, is everything okay?

- I don't know.

I think something's going on with my mom.

- Mr. Cora. Miss Leroux. It's a pleasure to meet you.

My name is Ruby Dash. How can I help you?

- The service employees

and the dock workers at our resort

walked off the job last night and this morning.

We were told that we need to discuss

their return with you.

- Yes.

However, usually,

this is discussed before the laborers are hired.

- We weren't aware of your services in the community.

- Which is why we've waived a customer late penalty.

And what if we refuse to pay?

- Last night, you lost your maintenance staff.

Today, it was your dock workers.

Tonight, it will be construction crew

and truck drivers.

Tomorrow, your hotel hospitality,

your employees, and the gardeners.

How good are you at making the beds, Mr. Cora?

Or you at loading trucks, Miss Leroux?

- How much?

- 4% of your legal businesses on the island

and 10% of your less discretionary businesses.

- Less discretionary?

- I could spell it out for you,

but I'm sure you know what I meant by that.

- Hmm.

We can do 2% and 5%.

- 3% and 7.5%.

And we let you pay the 7.5% in product.

You don't even know what the product is.

- You'd be surprised what we know.

- Fine.

When do my workers return?

- They're on their way now.

Things should be back to normal by the time you return.

- Hmm.

So when do we get to meet

the person in charge?

You're good, Miss Ruby.

But you're not the boss. Not yet, anyway.

- No, I'm not.

But he's looking forward to meeting you as well.

Could you join us? They'd like to meet you.

- Is that my favorite song?

Look at you, man.

Look at you. Welcome back, Pepe.

Hey, try some of my brand-new tequila.

- Gracias, jefe. Gracias.

- So how was your trip?

Speaking of trip, man, how's Juanito, man?

He tripped out, man.

Has he recovered yet from the deceitfulness

my baby sister put on him?

I'll never understand how two stomp-down,

triple-star bar OGs like Alejandro and Juanito

can fall to the trickery of my sister.

They should've knew better!

- Jefe, they were thinking with something

besides their heads, you know?

- But Juan,

Juan has recently submerged himself in his work.

- That's it. Maybe now things will get back to normal.

- Maybe.

But to be honest, jefe, I don't trust him.

- What do you mean you don't trust him?

We go back, man. We made mucho, mucho dinero.

I need ocular proof, man.

- Sí, entiendo.

Juan was in very bad shape the first few weeks, jefe.

Until he met a man.

A man who introduced him to a woman.

At The Hellfire Club.

- A woman? At the Hellfire Club?

- Her name is Dominique Leroux.

She's Alexander Cora's woman.

- Alexander Cora's woman?

- Sí. - Fancy suits. Are you sure?

- Sí.

And the man that introduced him,

that's Cora's son.

- He has a son?

- I don't understand, jefe.

- I need you to go back there

and One Eyed Willie.

I don't care if you hiding behind a bush or under a car.

You come back with answers, not questions.

Do you understand? - Sí, sí.

- You're still here!

- I'll leave right away.

- So you're the taxman?

- No, this is my husband, Vinnie.

This is the taxman.

- But please, my friends call me Antonio.

Nice to meet you.

So from what I understand, we have come to an agreement?

- We have in principle.

- Well, that's good to know,

because the workers are anxious to get back to work.

And as you all know, it's just good business, yeah?

- It is. - Okay.

- We do have one specific term to add to the agreement.

- And what exactly is that?

- Her.

- What about her?

- She has to come to work

at the Cora Resorts as our general manager.

We need someone local with their ears to the ground.

- I agree.

Anyone who can negotiate the way she just did

would be a valuable asset to both our operations.

- Done. She'll start tomorrow. - What?

No. Wait, no. Hell no, man. We have other people--

- I said "done."

- Nice doing business with you.

- Likewise.

You might want to celebrate with a bottle of champagne.

- Sounds lovely. - Whatever you like.

All right, let's go.

- I can't believe this place is so nasty.

What the hell was Lou thinking recommending this place?

But I should've come sooner.

- Don't beat yourself up over it, Pop.

A lot has happened in the past two years.

- Yeah, well, that's no excuse.

Should've been the first place I came

after Lou's death.

Chippy kept telling me,

but I just kept putting it off.

- We're here now. - Yeah.

Tino, stay here.

- Okay, Robert.

This better be important for me to drive this far.

- Promise you it is. Take a look at this.

- Are you sure this is correct?

- In all my years of booking for this family,

I've never seen anything like this.

- Neither have I. - Life-changing.

- Have you talked to my father about this?

- I haven't talked to your father yet.

But since you are the CEO of Duncan Motors,

I took it upon myself to let you know first.

- I was on my way to talk to my father

about something else.

I think these are related. And he ain't gonna like it.

Good job.

- Thank you, Mr. Duncan.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

- We're here to see Larry Duncan.

- Larry?

- Duncan.

- Okay.

One second.

Yeah, excuse me, sir.

I have three gentlemen here

who want to see Larry Duncan.

Mm-hmm.

I know.

What's your name?

- L.C. Duncan. - L.C. Duncan.

Oh.

Okay. Okay. Yeah, okay, I got it.

- Is there a problem? - No, there's no problem.

Larry is just a bit of a handful sometimes.

Anyway, can I see your IDs, please?

- Sure.

- And just sign this for me.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Dennis, can you take these three gentlemen

to see Larry, please?

- Follow me, gentlemen.

We got visitors.

Clear the hallway. We got visitors.

Larry.

Clear the hallway. Come on.

- Hey, hey.

- Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.

You gotta stay.

- You look good, Larry.

How've you been?

- How the hell do you think I've been?

I'm locked up in this goddamn nuthouse

that you put me in.

How would you be?

- Well, you didn't leave me a whole lot of choice.

It was either here, jail, or a casket.

- Oh, brother.

I would've been better off if you'd put a bullet in me.

It would've been more humane.

- You know I'd never do that. I love you, man.

You're my brother.

- And I love you, L.C.

But if you love me,

just tell them to let me go home.

I want to go home, L.C.! I want to go home!

- I know you do. I know you do.

We're doing everything we can to make that happen.

But Larry, you gotta get better.

- Better, my ass! You don't want me better, L.C.

You want me right where I am, right where you put me,

so you could keep stealing my money.

I know what you do, L.C.

- I have never stolen anything from you in my life.

- Whatever.

Where's Lou?

At least Lou always brought me chocolates.

- Junior, you got something for your uncle?

- Yeah.

- Here you go, Uncle Larry. There you go.

- My favorite. That's it.

L.C., where's Lou?

- Lou's not coming today.

- Why not? What'd you do to him?

Don't look back there at that four-eyed freak.

Look at me when I'm talking to you, God damn it!

- Calm down, Larry. Calm down.

- You wouldn't have drove all this way without Lou

unless something happened to him.

What happened to my brother?

- Lou's dead.

Mm-mm.

No. Not Lou.

He's not dead.

Lou! Lou!

- Our brother is dead. Somebody shot him.

You did it. You selfish...

- No. - Greedy...

- Don't - Bastard. Did you kill him?

- No, no, no. I did not kill him.

- You killed our brother.

You killed my brother!

- No, no, I didn't. I didn't. I did not kill him.

- Get off of me! Get off of me!

- Larry, calm down.

- Sir-- - You killed Lou!

- No, no, no, I didn't. - Get off me! Fuck you!

- Larry, calm down! - And motherfuck you, L.C.!

- Fuck you! - L.C.!

- You need to leave now!

- Get the fuck out of here! - You need to go.

- Get your ass out of here. I never wanna see you!

- Pop. Pop.

- He doesn't know what he's talking about, L.C.

- Can I get some backup in here?

- It's okay.