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- Previous on "The Family Business"...

- My name is Ruby Dash.

- She used to come to work at the Cora Resorts

as our general manager.

Does that mean you can take me to see Vegas?

- That can be arranged.

- So I think it's time

we have that conversation about those benefits.

- Let's talk about those benefits.

- It's not your typical overdose.

These patients are coming in here damn near comatose.

- It's important that we figure this out.

This could destroy our entire operation.

- That's what I'm afraid of.

- Patrick.

You're a long way from home. What brings you here?

- For starters...

I'd like to talk about...

that your daughter's fucking alive!

- You know, Patrick, we haven't always seen eye to eye.

In fact, we've even been adversaries some time to time,

but that was cruel, man,

even for you.

Why would you say something like that?

- Because I looked in her face.

Ooh, me apologies.

I stared into her eyes.

I saw her...

just like I'm looking into your fucking ugly godless mug.

- Patrick, I don't know who it was you thought you saw,

but it certainly wasn't my daughter.

My daughter's dead.

You saw to that.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

- You're calling me a liar.

She's alive, and we both know it.

- What I do know, Patrick...

Is that you should take your hands off me.

Aye, I don't want to get them fucking dirty.

I am gonna find your daughter.

And when I do,

I'm gonna drag her cunt dead carcass

right in front of the council.

How's that?

So that they can see what I see...

that you're a fucking liar

and you're a fucking low-life fucking scumbag.

But that shouldn't be a problem for you, should it?

No.

Not to the big rooster...

the Jamaican man.

Aye?

Because like you said...

she's not alive.

I think I'm done.

This was a really good meeting.

Best one yet.

We're both on the same page

that your ship is fucking sinking.

Hope you can swim.

Yeah, it's me.

I have a job for you.

- It's come to our attention that some of you

are dissatisfied with our product recently.

- ¿Qué pasó, compa?

I don't understand.

This product is great. It's a global sensation.

Okay. It's plateaued a little bit.

That's to be expected.

So where's this coming from?

- Your order this week

is 30% less than usual.

Why is that, Corey?

- We just don't really have demand like when used to.

- Is that so? - Yeah.

Is that the case with you as well, Red?

- Well, things have been slow, L.C.

- Oh, come on, Red.

You've been complaining about not having enough HEAT.

Now you cut your order in half in less than three weeks.

What the fuck is up?

They not getting high no more in the D?

- I will gladly accept what they don't want.

If you need someone to take it off your hands, old friend.

- I appreciate your offer, Bernie,

but fulfillment isn't the problem.

Loyalty is.

- Look, let me be straight with you, L.C.

HEAT is still the shit

in the clubs,

but what the people want out in those streets is FIRE.

- He's right.

My people, they've been selling FIRE seven to one over HEAT.

Our charge is half of what we pay you.

So I'm sorry, L.C. It's just supply and demand.

- It's like that, huh?

Seven to one? That powerful, this--this FIRE?

- To coin a phrase, it's like a dope fiend's dream.

- Is this what the fuck you talking about?

- Yeah, that's it.

That's that FIRE. Everybody wants this shit.

- Where you getting it from?

Come on. Don't everybody speak at once.

- L.C., with due respect

and as a disinterested party,

you've been around long enough to know

these men can't tell you that.

- Why the hell not, Bernie?

- It's for the same reason

that no one in this room could ever discuss or reveal you...

or your family's involvement with this calienteHEAT.

We're all honor-bound

to kill the entire family of anybody

who rats or drops the dime on our supplier.

Every one of you men should be honored

to sit amongst these two kings

as we sit at this table like a boss.

- In today's business news, Cora International,

the European defense contractor,

announces its quarterly earnings have blown away

analyst estimates of 3.4 pounds per share.

Cora International is up heavy in today's trading.

- Well, I see you've all heard the good news, hmm?

Our bold decision to diversify into resorts

has paid off handsomely,

despite some of your trepidations.

So how were your accommodations, Dimitri, hmm?

Did you get enough clean towels and enough clean sheets?

- Da.

- Da.

You have my son to thank for that,

along with the 30 million pounds

you've earned this quarter.

Gentlemen, trust me,

Cora International's future is quite bright.

And this is only just the beginning.

- Orlando.

My gift to you.

- A man after my own heart, huh?

If you got some time, maybe we can meet

at the Hellfire Club before I go back to México.

- Ah, Marco, you know I love a good time,

but, uh, unfortunately,

I'm dealing with this problem we have--FIRE.

- Yeah. I might be able to help you with that.

- Well, if you know something, don't procrastinate.

We can talk about it right now.

- Not me, but, uh, I might know somebody who does.

I tell you what, let me make a few phones calls,

shake some of these coconuts from the trees,

and we'll circle back and meet at the Hellfire Club.

See if we can figure this out.

- Sounds good.

First business, then the other.

- Gracias por todo, señor. - De nada.

Oh, let's keep this in the vault--

low-key between me, you, and Pops.

I want to keep my involvement...

shh.

- I'll talk to you soon.

- Cora Resorts' newest employee,

Ruby, is proving herself to be quite impressive.

- She reminds me of Sagittarius when she was younger.

- Yeah, listen, Dominique, uh...

uh...

baby, Sagittarius is gone.

It feels like you're trying to find a replacement.

- I know that she's gone, Alexander.

And you do know what tomorrow is, don't you?

- Yeah, I-I know what tomorrow is, darling.

- Okay. Good.

So I'm gonna go visit her,

and this time I want you to come, okay?

- I can't baby. I have a business meeting in Dubai.

I'll be gone a couple of days.

'Niquey...

baby, you really need to let this go.

- Let it go?

How?

How, Alexander?

She's my daughter.

She's our daughter.

So how do I let that go?

Do you realize that I never got a chance to say

"I love you"... before she died?

I didn't--

- Oh, baby. Baby, baby.

- Well, that didn't go as planned.

- No, tell me about it.

Do you have any idea who might be behind this, Pop?

- Not a clue.

But whoever it is is trying to put us out of business, son.

- Yeah.

I'm meeting with señor Cruz day after tomorrow

before he flies out to Mexico.

He says he's willing to help.

- Good.

But the minister and I also spoke.

He says he's willing to help as well,

which is a good thing because Corey and Red

weren't the only ones in that room whose orders have dropped.

- You think they're all involved?

- Most of 'em.

- So where do we go from here, Pop?

- I think we're gonna send Rio back to Miami,

see if he can find out

where that club dealer is getting his FIRE.

I'm also gonna send Sasha to Detroit

to see what she can find out about who's supplying Red.

- And what about that biker, Corey?

You want me to keep an eye on him?

- No.

I have other plans for Mr. Corey and his gang.

I want you to stay here,

focused on figuring out the connection

between the HEAT and FIRE.

- Okay.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Ramon...

I never thought I'd be saying this,

but I can't wait until that old bastard brings us our food.

I'm starving.

You mean your food.

- I don't understand. They're not feeding you?

- He brings me...

some bread with water.

It's probably what they don't finish eating.

But it's better than nothing.

- No sabía.

I promise I'm gonna get you better food and...

that I'll get us out of here, okay?

- I don't think either one of those

is a possibility for me.

Maybe for you, not for me.

I'm gonna die in here, Consuela.

- No, no, you're not.

Don't say that again, okay?

Something to eat.

- Tamales?

Is that another one of your special recipes?

Sí,my mother's recipe.

Ah, enjoy it. You'll love it.

- I knew you were the one that was cooking.

Alejandro cannot even boil an egg, and Bitch Blade--

she doesn't even know how to turn on her stove.

If you're cooking, you're a wonderful cook.

- Well, I do enjoy my cooking, but most importantly,

it's how it makes people feel.

- I have a big favor to ask you.

There's no way that I'm gonna eat the whole thing,

and, um...

do you think maybe I can give half to my nephew?

- You are Alejandro's wife,

but he doesn't mean anything to me.

- But it will mean a lot to me.

Tamales is his favorite food,

and no one, no one will love them more than he would.

Promise.

- Eat.

I'll come back for the tray.

And...

if there's any leftovers to share...

maybe.

We'll see.

- Ramon? - Sí.

- Tonight you'll be eating more than scraps,

and maybe I will make a new friend.

- It is good to see you, Marco.

You are looking well.

- I'll take the compliment.

Let's talk a little business, Dimitri.

You're one of my most faithful, biggest customers.

How is business?

- Actually...

that's part of the reason I reached out to meet.

HEAT has slowed down considerably.

- CalienteHEAT, slowed down?

It's a dope fiend's dream.

What are you-- what are you talking?

- Have you heard of a new drug called FIRE?

- FIRE.

Yeah, it was brought to my attention yesterday

for the first time.

So tell me, what you know about this FIRE?

- It's selling faster than HEAT right now.

And demand is growing.

- Yeah, I'm hearing the same thing.

Be real with me.

You slinging some of that FIRE.

- We've purchased through a third party,

but I may have to approach a business associate of mine

who is the manufacturer. - Mm.

- He's trying to keep it a secret.

But what he does not know is that he has no secrets from me.

- Understood.

This business associate, he have a name?

- Have you heard of Alexander Cora?

- Fake-ass Billy Dee wannabe. Yeah, I heard of him.

- He's a brilliant businessman. - Yeah.

- But he is also an egotistical narcissistic snake.

- Snake in the grass, indeed.

Sounds a little personal. - No.

It's business.

We underestimated him.

He's supposed to wash our dirty money,

not manufacture illegal drugs.

- I got to be honest with you, Dimitri.

I'm a little surprised that you haven't dealt

with this Alexander Cora in a appropriate manner.

Don't you see?

His conflict of interest--

it could jeopardize and affect your business.

- I wish I could deal with him,

but not everyone sees things the way I do.

He's made a lot of powerful friends

in business and in government.

- You know, when I first laid eyes

on this Alexander Cora, I didn't trust him.

But if this FIRE is what everybody is raving about,

talking about like it's a forest fire just taking over,

I give this man six months to a year,

and he'll be coming after men like you and I.

- Then...

he must be stopped.

- I agree.

What's your thoughts?

- I have a plan, Marco-- a plan that can only succeed

with the help of you and your friends, the Duncans.

- Okay. Tell me your plan.

I want to know every detail. Don't leave anything out.

I'm meeting with L.C. Duncan's son tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Ramon, did they bring you your food?

- Sí, Consuela.

He hasn't missed a meal.

- Eat up. You're gonna need your strength,

especially when we escape.

- I hope you don't think the old man is gonna help us.

Getting him to feed me is one thing, Consuela.

He's not a stupid man.

- I'm not gonna need his help.

I'm gonna get us out of here on my own.

I promise.

- Mmm.

- Hola. - Hola.

- Mm.

- You have been so nice to me lately.

I would like to show you just some appreciation

any kind of way that I can.

- You're trying to trick me. It's not gonna work.

- No, I'm not trying to trick you.

You have been so kind to me.

You've made my favorite dish.

You have fed my nephew.

I just want to show you just my appreciation.

If only you can just take this off for me so I can...

- Don't push your luck.

I may have lightened up,

but I will still killing you if I need it.

- I'm sorry. I-I meant no harm by it.

- ¿Qué demonios? What's wrong with you?

- I just wanted to show you my appreciation, that's all.

This was my fault.

I'll pick it up.

- Don't you ever do that again. I mean it.

- I won't.

Ramon...

we're gonna get out of here sooner than we think.

Muy pronto.

I can't believe it most days.

Sometimes it seems like you're still here,

just on one of those little adventures

with your father or...

disappearing acts with that friend of yours, Maude.

Hmm.

I tried to get him to come...

But he makes it seem like I'm crazy

for coming here every year.

It's crazy...

Because he never talks about what happened.

I thought he would fall apart when you died,

especially since you were such a daddy's girl.

He was fine.

I am the one that fell to pieces,

and I know it--it's odd because all we did was fight.

We just fought like cats and dogs.

I'm sorry.

Mama's so sorry.

I guess our biggest struggle was that we were so much alike.

Oh, God, you would just--

you would just brag to everybody

and tell them, "Hey, I'm-- I'm just like my father."

The reality is, Sagittarius...

The reality...

is that you were just like me.

I'm sorry, but you were.

Oh, and he knew he knew it. He knew it, too.

- I'm so sorry.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, what happened?

What happened?

- She overdosed.

- She? She who? Who overdosed?

- Kim.

- Kim?

Is she all right?

- No, she's--she's dead.

- Kim's dead?

- Yes, she's dead.

- No, come on.

Come on, not Kim. Not Kim.

Come on, not fucking Kim.

How? What was she taking?

- I don't know.

You know, she smoked a little weed.

She did a little HEAT. I don't know.

- HEAT?

- No, no, it can't be.

HEAT didn't do this.

What really happened?

- I-I don't--

- Mm-mm, mm-mm.

Baby girl, don't you lie to me.

Mm-mm.

- Talk to me, because I know you know something.

Spit it out.

- A lot of the girls like HEAT, okay?

Kim is especially. - Mm-hmm.

- She never really saw her clients, but when she did,

she always told them to bring her some.

- Okay.

- She was always too cheap to buy her own.

- Hey, hey, you watch how you talk about her.

There was nothing cheap about that woman.

You understand me?

Okay, so do you think

that she took something that one of the clients gave her?

- I picked these up off the floor when I found her.

I didn't want the police to see it.

It's HEAT, right?

- No, it's not fucking HEAT.

This is some bullshit new drug

they put out on the street called FIRE,

which is obviously killing people that I care about.

Vegas is gonna fucking flip when he hears about this.

They want a war...

they got a fucking war.

- Oh, my God. What are we gonna do?

- So this is her? - Aye.

- Sagittarius Cora.

You're not dead, are you?

Me sons think I'm fucking crazy.

I'm fucking crazy...

But I'm not fucking dumb.

- You sure about this, Dad?

I'm more certain of this

than anything in me life.

Except for the part when I decided to marry your mother.

Is that convincing enough for you, son?

- Aye.

- Is it? - Aye.

- Is it?

- Aye. - Aye, Dad.

Well, then what are you waiting for?

Dig! Start digging!

Jesus fucking Christ!

You're grave robbers! Act like one!

Cut up the ground.

I'll see you at the fair.

- Is the sermon over? - Aye, lads, let's go.

- Well, now, the moment of truth.

Did you open it?

- No, Dad, we didn't.

- What are you waiting for, a fucking drum roll?

Open the damn thing.

Jesus fucking Christ. Open it.

- Just forget it.

- She in there?

- No, Dad, she hasn't. It's just shit.

- God damn it, I knew it. - Sandbag.

- I fucking knew it. I tried to tell ya.

- We heard that.

Your dad was right.

I told you I saw her.

Let's see this fucking Black bastard

talk his way out of this.

Come on.

Fucking asshole.

- Hey, good morning, guys.

I'll catch you later.

- Uncle O? - Yeah.

- Seen Grandpa lately?

- Yeah, he headed into the office.

I'm sure he'll be back later.

- Wait, you got a minute, though?

I really need to talk to you about my mom.

- Uh, Nephew, I can't right now.

I got head into the lab.

I'm working on a really important matter,

but we'll talk when I get back tonight, all right?

I promise. - Sure.

- All right, I promise.

- Why are you sad today, Nevada?

- What makes you think I'm sad?

- 'Cause that's how I look when I'm sad.

- I'm not sad. I'm just worried about my mom.

- Oh. I thought you were mad at her.

- I am, but that doesn't stop me

from being concerned about her.

- Uncle Juan's concerned, too.

- Uncle Juan?

- Mm-hmm, I heard Mom and Dad talking about it.

That's why Uncle Juan isn't talking to Grandpa,

because Grandpa wouldn't help him find her.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

- Sounds like I need to talk to Uncle Juan.

- I guess so.

- Look, man, I really appreciate the advice,

for real, for real.

All right I got to go

- Vegas, you have a visitor.

- I'll be there in a second.

- He's coming to you.

- How you doing, son?

- Why are you here, Pop?

- Is Nevada okay?

- Oh, no, no, Nevada is fine. Nevada is fine.

- Is it Mom? - No, Vegas. She's fine.

- Then who died?

The only reason you would risk coming up here

is if somebody died.

- It's about Kim.

She died yesterday of a drug overdose.

Look, I'm sorry, Vegas.

No one expected this to happen.

- Pop, drugs? - Yeah.

- Kim didn't even do drugs.

Was this, that--that HEAT shit that Orlando made?

- No, no, no.

It wasn't HEAT. It was something called FIRE.

- Damn, Pop.

You know, I-I could've married this woman.

- I know.

- I wanted to. I...

could've protected her, but...

but I am here doing your time, huh?

- I had no problem being on the other side

of that fence, Vegas.

I'm grateful, but I didn't come to you with a solution.

Vegas, you came to me.

- Yeah, and you damn sure didn't object to it, did you?

And I made that decision,

because if you were to come here to do 16 years,

well, that would have been a death sentence.

And I wanted to do what was best for the family.

- Looks like we both did. - Yeah.

I'm sorry about Kim.

Vegas, I know how much you cared for her.

- Yeah.

- Is there anything you need me to do?

As a matter of fact, Pop, there is.

You can get the fuck out of here.

- I love you, son.

- Yeah.

Crazy thing, Pop--

despite everything, I love you, too.

- Hola, papá.

Your suit, your eyes, your skin--you're glowing.

- Okay.

- You're late. How many times I got to tell you?

Punctuality is the key to being a leader.

And why is she here?

Oh, please tell me...

tell me Consuela is not here.

- No, papá,she's with me.

She's your surprise.

We're engaged. - Surprise.

- Engaged...

to her?

You're kidding me, right?

- No, papá. Natalia's agreed to be my wife.

We're getting married this weekend.

- God damn it.

I'm going to be a grandpa?

- Not right now.

I mean, we do want to have kids.

- Fernando, bring the tequila!

Matter of fact, bring the whole bar!

My son is getting married!

We're going to celebrate tonight!

- Congratulations.

- Gracias. - Thank you.

- Señor? - Yes.

- You have a phone call from Orlando Duncan.

- Orlando Duncan? I'll call him back later.

Tonight we celebrate. Come!

- Mr. Duncan?

Yes, Señor Cruz

says he'll have to call you back in a better time.

- Ahh.

Wait for it. Wait for it.

Yes, that's what I've been waiting for.

Whoo, yes.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

Oh, yeah.

- Hello, Maude.

It's been a long time.

- It has been a long time. Whoo.

What brings you here?

- Well, considering it's been five years

to the day since her death,

I've decided I come to my daughter's favorite place

and get a mani and pedi.

Hmm. - To Sagittarius.

- Sagittarius.

- You and my daughter we're very close.

- Mm.

- I couldn't see it then or understand it,

but I can admit I was a little more than jealous.

You, uh...

you were more of a mother to her than I was at times.

Aw, that's not true.

I'm more like the auntie everybody loves

because I can keep a secret.

- Hmm.

So what secrets have you been keeping of my daughter's?

- Well, none that I'd like to talk about

except that, um, she's hanging out with this boy

Armeen Shah.

- Armeen Shah? - Oh, yeah, girl.

That Arab boy, whoo-hoo.

He is, yes, paying her much money

to...

You know...

Whoo. Yeah, she is doing good.

Hmm.

- What the hell are you talking about, Maude?

And why are you referring to her in the present tense?

My daughter is dead.

- Oh, shit.

Did I say that? - Yeah, yeah, you did.

- Ooh. - Drunk people don't lie.

They just say what they would normally hold back.

Now, have you seen her?

Have you seen her?

Is she alive?

Only in my dreams, Dominique...

and when I've had too much in this cup.

- Everybody, welcome here.

How do you like my Chente mariachi suit?

- I love it.

- Today is a very, very special day that we all celebrate.

My pride and joy, my baby boy...

he's asked the beautiful Natalia to be his bride,

and she's accepted.

Salud.

all: Salud.

- Pepe, por favor. - Cabrón.

- Please.

Look at you.

You wouldn't stop wearing Monita.

- Gracias.

- But today I must say

I feel a little emotional, you know?

'Cause that's--that's my boy.

I remember holding him in my hands as a baby.

Now look at him. He's about to get married.

You made..

You made an old man happy.

- No llores. - I know.

- Wait, what?

What is that?

- No!

- No. No. No!

- Jefe.

- Then kill me! - Tranquilo, jefe.

- Kill me! - Jefe, tranquilo.

- Kill me! - Vamos, vamos!

- Not my boy! - Vamos!

Not my boy!