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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.