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- Previously on "The Family Business"...

- You seen Brother X lately? - Brother who?

- Talk, man.

- He took two fishing poles and a laptop.

- Fishing poles?

What the hell he doing with fishing poles?

- She overdosed. - Who overdosed?

- Kim, she's dead.

- Coral Resorts isn't even suitable enough for us,

and we are members of the board.

- Why are you referring to her in the present tense?

My daughter is dead.

- Who's that?

Ah-ah. - No!

No! No!

- No! No!

Yo, it's Papa.

Papa! No!

Shoot me!

Kill me!

Kill me!

Kill me! Shoot me!

- Mm.

- Hello?

- Sage, where have you been?

I've been calling you all day.

I need you not to be mad at me.

- Mad about what?

Maude, what are you talking about?

- Sage, honey, I think I messed up.

- Maude, what'd you do?

Maude, what'd you do?

- Your mama was here.

- Oh, Lord.

What... what did you tell her?

- Well, we were you we're talking about you

and then--I don't know--

she said something about me talking in the present tense.

- Maude, please do not tell me you told my mother I'm alive.

- No, but she's suspicious you might be.

- Fuck.

Shit.

Do you know what you've done?

I only revealed myself to you because I could trust you.

- But you can trust me.

Listen, I think I fixed it anyway.

- You think you fixed it?

- Yes.

Listen, she walked out of there

with a $650 mani-pedi for free.

She ain't talking about nothing no more.

- Maude, you don't know my momma.

When she's quiet, that's when she's the most dangerous.

Fuck.

- Damn. Shoot.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Mm.

Ooh.

- Tear it up in this kitchen!

Hey, I appreciate the help, Lil Vegas.

- Thanks. - All right?

- I got to get the last bag out of the car.

- Okay. - I'll be back.

- All right, cool. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.

- Don't be fighting my baby Vegas.

- Hey, Sonya, I'm about to make some of my mama lambchops.

- Oh, okay.

- The ones I've been telling you about.

- All right. - Yeah. You wanna help me?

- Yeah, I'll help.

Hey, how's Charmaine?

- I mean, she's getting better. She's out of the hospital.

Went by the other day, made her some homemade soup.

- Yeah.

- Though your ex-husband, he ruptured her windpipe,

so she has to eat through a straw

for the next couple of weeks.

- Damn.

I'm so sorry to hear that. You know, he's crazy.

- Yeah, he going to be dead when I get my hands on him.

- Now let me know if I can help you with that, okay?

- Actually you can.

Has your ex ever mentioned,

like, a family member or a friend

or somewhere he can find refuge or something somewhere?

- Uh...

No, nobody other than Charmaine.

I think that's why he loved the Brotherhood so much.

- Did he ever, like, mention a specific place?

Like a bar or a strip club or something?

- A strip club, Curtis? Like really?

He gon' come to his wife and talk about a strip--

You know what? You crazy.

- Look, look, I--look, my bad.

Look, I'm just--

I just want to help kind of jog

your memory a little bit, that's it.

- Hmm.

Wait, there was a lake.

- What lake? What about it?

- You know what, Charles used to always talk

about this lake that he went to.

It was like the 4-H club camp

that he went to when he was younger.

He said it was like the most beautiful,

most peaceful place on earth.

And that when the Brotherhood got they money up,

he was gon' buy it and make it into it retreat.

- Does the lake got a name?

- Dang, I can't remember no name,

but I do know that it was upstate by Albany.

- Upstate by Albany.

- Yeah.

- Damn, Sonya, that ain't a lot to go on.

- I know, that's all I got.

But if I remember something else, I'm gon' tell you.

- All right. Thank you.

- Man, the Muslims is hungry up in here.

We gotta eat.

Let's see what we got here.

Trusty.

I don't need no .

Oh, let me check out my hat.

Block the mosquito.

Mm-hmm.

Marcus gonna eat tonight, boy.

Some of the best fishing in the whole state out here.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here I come, wilderness.

- Hi.

- Hello, beautiful.

- Ooh. - Oh, doesn't it feel good?

- Champagne.

Cheers. - These bubbles, huh?

- I love it. - Yes.

I know.

- Thank you so much for letting me join you, Miss Dominique.

- My pleasure.

So how have you been?

- Busy, but that's a good thing.

Reservations are coming in so fast that we're nearly

booked up for the next six months and counting.

As I started saying,

every day is a beautiful day at Coral Resorts.

- Oh, Ruby, you are such a gift.

- Aww, thank you, Miss Dominique.

That means so much to me.

- So with that being said, I need a favor.

A very discreet favor.

- I've dealt with discretionary situations

most of my life, so...

- Mm, good. Good.

I'm wondering if you can help me find someone.

- Hmm.

- A man actually.

Very handsome, very rich.

I would suspect if I taught her right.

- Sure. Is he on the island?

- No, no, he's not a local citizen.

He's more of an international gentleman.

Honestly, I'd do some digging myself,

but this is a very sensitive matter

and I can't risk Alexander knowing.

He'd shut me down.

- Mm-hmm. I understand.

- Mm-hmm.

- I do have resources that are useful in finding people.

- Oh. - Maybe I can assist.

Discreetly of course.

- Oh, of course.

- What's this man's name?

- I believe his name is Armeen Shah.

- Armeen Shah.

- Man, I can't believe my boy Junior really doing it.

I mean, he's really getting married?

Big ass wedding and all.

- Nah, I ain't surprised. He's really in love.

I mean, if he'd left Sonya,

this Brother X thing could have been done.

You gotta be in love or crazy

if you're gonna put your family through this, you know?

- Yeah, I mean, it's a smart way to think about it.

But I still can't believe he going out like that.

Hey, marriage is a big step.

- Hey, Curtis.

- Yeah.

- You ever been in love?

- Yeah. Once.

That was a long time ago.

Love ain't for guys like me, man.

- Was she pretty?

- She was prettiest thing I ever seen.

Man, she had my nose so wide open, man,

you could drive a Mack Truck through it.

Woulda did anything for her.

- You loved her so much, then what happened to her?

- Your uncle Orlando is what happened to her.

Look, man, I don't wanna talk about this shit.

Let me ask you a question.

You think you could find that camp Sonya was talking about?

- Camp 4-H? Probably.

You don't really think he's there though, do you?

- Right now, that's all I got.

I mean, he been laying low

since he tried to kill his sister.

And the last lead I got

said he had some fishing boots.

- Yeah, that could be possible.

Shouldn't be hard if I search the public records.

I'll do that after we get back.

- Cool.

- But I'm going to need you to help me with something.

- What's on your mind?

Oh, it's about your girlfriend huh?

Smart gamer chick. - No, no, no.

She's not my girlfriend. This isn't about her.

- What's this about?

- Something's going on with my mom.

I need you to help me figure out what it is.

- Say no more.

I'm on it right after we get back from the fit, all right?

My man.

Hey, you know how to drive this thing?

- Hell yeah.

- Thank you.

- Well, Junior Duncan will be wed to Miss Sonya Brown.

Yes, indeed.

Well, it appears that in spite of Brother X's efforts,

that Allah has extended grace and favor to the Duncans

and to us as well.

- I hope they know what they're doing.

- I hope so too.

Allah's will shall be done.

- Nevada, you getting suited and booted.

- Okay.

- Duncan's gotta look good, you feel me?

- Neck's small.

There you go.

- Finally he shows up.

- Yeah, we been starting to think

you was getting cold feet.

- Nah, not at all.

The wedding is two weeks away.

I would marry her today if I could.

- I'm happy to hear that.

Where's Harris? Is he with you?

- No, I told them I had to pick up Sonya after the fitting.

He said he would drive himself.

- That's interesting. His car is being serviced.

Maybe he's got London's car.

- Maybe, but while we wait for him,

there's something very important

I need to talk to you guys about.

- What's up?

- Sonya's flipping out.

She found out about the bachelor party

that you're planning for me.

- Well, it's no secret.

Everybody knows that the best man

throws the bachelor a bachelor party,

except you are about to have one

you ain't never gonna forget.

- Yeah, well, you're going to have to scale it back

a little bit or there might not be a wedding.

- Scale it back how?

- No Hell Fire Club, no strippers,

no girls whatsoever.

I mean, I'm cool with the cigars,

the drinking, but absolutely no women.

- Come on, Junior. No dances, no nothing?

Man, I'm with O, man.

We can't send you out like that.

- You can and you will. I don't want any of that.

- Junior, we got to at least take you to a strip club.

She can't say anything about that.

- She can and she will.

I don't want to piss her off, O.

- Pop, will you please speak some sense into this man?

- Look, if your brother wants to spend his last few hours

as a bachelor drinking beer,

eating wings with his friends instead of strippers,

that's his choice.

Respect his wishes.

- This is bullshit,

but if it's what you want, it's what you're gon' get.

- It's exactly what I want. Thank you.

She got you whipped.

- It's called commitment. You should try it someday.

- I'm headed to the lab. I'ma holler at y'all later.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, Muslim party.

Do it. Live off the land, land.

My people can live off the land.

He lies, the traitor ass.

He just like hot though.

This is off the land.

Tell you what that is.

Yeah.

Yeah, living off the land.

Ain't nothing like a man who can kill the food that he eats.

- Om.

Om.

Om.

What are you doing here? Where's Maude?

- No.

No, no, no, no. Not Maude.

What happened?

Where the fuck is she?

No.

Pull it together.

Let's go.

Fuck.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Mm.

Oh.

- This is Priscilla.

- Priscilla, it's Donna Duncan.

- Hey, Donna. - I'm going to need to come in

and have you take care of me personally next Friday.

- Oh, I'm sorry my books are so--

- Yeah, I don't care how much it costs.

I'll need to look my best. I have a wedding to attend.

- Oh, okay.

Which one of your boys are taking you?

- Well, I haven't decided,

but whoever he is,

he'll be head-turning, I can assure you.

- Oh, I'm sure.

Okay, well, I'll see you on Friday.

- Bye. - Goodbye, love.

I wonder who else received an invite.

- What's taking so long?

We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago.

- Jay, what's the hold up?

- We're still waiting on the other passenger.

both: Other passenger?

- What other passenger?

- Ah, that would be me.

Sorry I'm late. I couldn't find the airport.

- Elijah, what are you doing here?

- Brother Minister sent me to assist in Detroit.

He and Mr. Duncan felt like since there was a large

Muslim population there, I might be able to help.

- You can definitely help me.

- Excuse me.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Oh, hell no. Uh-uh.

Thank God y'all are dropping me off in Miami

because this third wheel shit is for the birds.

- It's--

- Don't worry about it. I'm happy you're here.

- Screw this.

- Oh.

I took the pleasure of ordering you a glass of wine.

I hope you enjoy Cabernet.

- Usually I prefer Chardonnay, but this will suffice.

- Oh.

Well, thank you for accepting my invitation.

I've been wanting to chat with you for some time now.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- Okay. I was wondering what prompted the invite.

- I'm just curious.

I want to get to know a little more about you, that's all.

- Okay, and what is it that you'd like to know?

- Let's start with your background.

Where are you from? Did you attend college?

And I only ask this

because you're extremely beautiful and young

to have such a high-level position here at the resort.

- I'm educated and I'm quite qualified for my position.

If I weren't, then I wouldn't be hired, don't you think?

- Well, I'm sure that's true at all but, you know--

and I know that you have a management title,

but what exactly is your role?

I mean, because I noticed

that you have quite a lot of questions for Aries.

You interact with him often.

- Well, let me share a little bit more about myself.

First of all, I don't have questions for Mr. Cora.

He has questions for me.

Second, I don't know what it is that you do in that warehouse,

but I don't question your job because it is not my business.

Now, it's getting late,

and I need to get home to my husband

who has dinner waiting for me and my adorable son.

Thank you for the drink.

Oh, and a little piece of advice

that one mother used to give me.

I think you should hear it.

If you have to worry about a man,

him not worth worrying about.

- Mmm.

You're back.Good.

We have to keep our eye out on that one.

She's somewhat of a problem.

- Hmm, well, she seems to have everything under control to me.

I don't see any problem at all.

Then again, maybe I do.

- Okay, is he going to help us get in the club?

- No. Going to Detroit Red's club is out of the question.

- What? Why?

We both agreed that that was the next plan of action.

We were going to go in the club and see what we can find out.

- I understand, but the plan has changed.

Brother Jacob said that all the patrons

inside Detroit Red's club are all regulars.

So we would stand out like a sore thumb.

- No, you would stand out like a sore thumb.

I know how to blend in. It's what I do.

- Okay, even if that's true, what we have on our side

is that Brother Jacob is a part of their security,

and he doesn't like Detroit Red or the new product

he's been pushing in the community.

He's guaranteed me that when Red goes to replenish

his supply of Fire, he'll call us.

- And when is this supposed re-up?

We don't have two weeks. - Tomorrow.

- Oh, okay.

Do you believe him?

- I have no reason to doubt him.

He's a man of faith and he gave me his word.

- Hmm.

- Well, if you trust him...

- I do.

- Well, then let's--

let's go get something to eat.

Go back to the hotel. I could use a hot bath.

- Agreed. You do kind of smell.

- You know I kill people, right?

- Don't even bother with the greeting, Maude.

Why haven't you been answering your damn--

Sebastian.

You're back?

- Yeah, I'm back.

But under duress.

If you don't get your ass up out of Maude's chair,

you gon' be under real duress.

You know, she don't play about that damn throne.

Where is she? I've been calling.

- She's not here.

She's in the hospital.

- The hospital?

- Yep.

ICU.

- What? What happened?

- She overdosed.

- Overdosed?

I've been telling her about them damn pills.

- Yeah, well...

I am about to handle the people responsible for that.

- Okay.

- And I wouldn't want to be them.

- I'm with it. Who, what, when?

- Thanks, but no thanks.

This is personal.

We got it.

- Okay, well, if you need me, I'll be at the hospital.

- Appreciate that, Sage.

Okay.

Ladies, we've got business to handle.

- Did you make it back?

- Yeah, we're both here.

- So it worked?

- Mm, so far.

I swear, I have never worked this hard

to give a man some in my life.

- Booking every room in the entire hotel

so you can have one leftover?

Yeah, that's pretty extra.

- Extra?

Rio, did you forget it was your idea?

A brilliant idea, but still yours.

- Yeah, but I didn't think

you were actually gonna go through with it.

Look, he better be worth it.

- He is absolutely worth it.

Plus, this is not about me getting mine.

- It's not? Then who's it about?

- It's about him.

It's about sharing the most precious moment

of his life with him.

No one ever forgets their first, Rio

and I'm planning on being Elijah's.

- Yeah, my first time was pretty special.

It was awkward as hell, but I'll never forget it.

- His is gonna be special too, and not awkward.

I want to make the most memorable experience

of his life.

- Damn, I am so jealous.

I am fantasizing about someone right now.

Look, I want every single detail.

- Mm, I'll think about it.

I gotta go, Ri. Call you tomorrow.

- You better.

What the fuck?

Sebastian, you're back?

- I wouldn't say that just yet.

- Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance.

- Yeah, I have a tendency to do that

when I'm gonna kill someone.

That's not funny.

- Do I look like I'm fucking joking, Rio?

- Hey, baby.

Elijah?

- [sighs[

You've got to be kidding me.

Hey, baby.

Oh.

Wow.

I'll get you next time.

- So you guys gonna kill me

or are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?

- This is what the fuck is going on.

- Fire? What's the big deal?

- What's the big deal. What's the big deal?

The big deal is that these are my streets,

and you are pushing that on my fucking streets!

And now, Maude is in the fucking hospital

holding on for dear life because of that.

- No, we don't have nothing to do with this.

We're trying to find out who's producing it.

So if you want some answers,

I suggest you talk to your boy, Billy Bob.

Comprende?

- Sorry for the interruption.

I'll be seeing you, pretty boy.

Let's go.

- Yes, indeed.

- The garden has changed.

- Changing times, Brother Rashad.

It's a new season.

I really appreciate you taking charge

while Brother Elijah's away.

You're doing a fine job.

- Thank you, Brother Minister.

I appreciate the vote of confidence

from you and Brother Elijah before he left.

- Absolutely.Indeed.

You are becoming a fine leader in the community,

Brother Rashad, indeed.

The younger brothers have much respect for you.

Mm? Keep it up.

- I will.

I'm heading to the dormitory now

to prepare for tomorrow's lesson, so I can keep it up.

- Mm-hmm.

Brother Rashad.

Indeed.

- Miss Dominique, are you leaving?

- I am. - Okay, well,

I just wanted to make sure you had this.

It's the information that you were looking for.

- Well, that didn't take long at all.

Thank you, Ruby.

- You're welcome.

- See you tomorrow.

- Oh, hey, do you have a second?

- Sure.

What's this?

- It's a peace offering and it comes with an apology.

- Brandi, oh my God.

This is a Joseph Phelps Insignia.

I can't accept this. This is a $500 bottle of wine.

- Yeah, I know.

What better way to say I'm sorry?

- Oh, thank you, Brandi.

I'm going to have some right now.

You want to join me for a glass?

- Oh, no, no.

I have to get back to the lab, but please enjoy it on me.

- Thank you again so much. I really appreciate it.

- Anytime.

- Oh, well, well, well.

Ain't this a bitch.

My wife is marrying

this clown-ass infidel Junior Duncan?

And I ain't even get an invitation.

Disrespectful mother.

Guess I'ma have to crash the party.

Ooh, but I'ma need a suit though.

Eeny, meany, miney, Muslim.

Gotta be sharp for this.

- I found it.

- You found the camp?

- Yep. It wasn't a 4-H camp.

It was actually an old Boy Scout reservation.

- This gotta be what the hell he was talking about.

I swear, that's why you my boy.

You always come through for me, bro.

Hey, you still got that gat?

You wanna roll up there with me and check it out?

I mean, everybody else is at this meeting.

- You seriously want me to go with you?

- Yeah, man.

I mean, you was the one that found the information, right?

Come on, man, get your shit. Let's go.

- Get your shit and let's go where?

Where y'all going?

You supposed to be cooking tonight.

- We were going to the movies to see--

- Don't worry about it, Lil Vegas.

Look, I told him he could ride with me

to check out a lead on Brother X.

- You what?

Curtis, you do not have the right to do that.

- Come on, Aunt Chippy.

I mean, we was younger than him

when Uncle LC, Uncle Lou and my pops

sent us out to do business, and you know that.

- Yeah, but he's not y'all.

And that was a much different time

and we were fighting for our lives back then.

- And we not now? - Well...

- Brother X is trying to kill everything Duncan, Aunt Chippy.

You know what? Never mind.

Sorry, bro.

I have to roll solo on this one.

- No, well, that will not happen.

You are not. I'm going with you.

Ugh, Nevada, go to the gun safe, get my 9 millimeter,

meet me in the car in 15 minutes.

- Go get Junior, man.

I gotta get dressed.

- What's taking this guy so long?

- You do realize we both don't need to do this, right?

I keep telling you that for me to deliver this to you.

- I know, I know, but it gives us a chance to talk.

- Talk about what?

- That's not good at all.

- What is it?

- You see the guy on the left, the one talking to Detroit Red?

- Yeah. You know him?

- That's Juan Rodriguez. That's Uncle LC's best friend.

- Wait a minute, what?

You're saying the guy supplying Detroit Red with Fire

is your uncle's friend?

That doesn't make any sense.

- No, it doesn't.

It's not gonna make any sense to Uncle LC either.

- He's taking this shit, planning fucking--

- Come on. We got what we need.

- I'll take care of it.

- This motherfucker trying to get me killed.

Come on.

- Are you sure this is it.

I mean, why would Brother X be here?

- I mean, that's what makes the perfect hideout.

Besides why would a perfectly good RV be sitting right here

in the middle of nowhere and nobody's living in it?

- Good point.

- All right, look, I'ma go in there, check it out.

You stay here, all right?

- Stay here? Child what do you think?

I'm Martha Stewart or something?

I'm not staying nowhere. - You serious, Aunt Chippy?

All right, look, make sure you keep your head down.

Uncle LC ain't killing me if something happen to you.

- Who do you think covers LC's ass when we go out?

Come on. Stay close.

- All right. - Don't you know me by now?

You see anything?

- Nah, it's dark in there. - All right.

- I don't think anybody's in here though.

All right.

- On three? - Yeah.

- One, two, go.

- Going in.

- Clear in here, Aunt Chippy.

- Good. You see a light around?

- Yeah, it's right here. All right.

- Well, he's definitely been here, that's for sure.

- Aunt Chippy, look at this. - Pig.

- He has the whole family on the wall.

- Are you kidding me? This motherfucker.

Damn he's stalking us.

- Yeah. - Psycho.

- Shit.

Looks like y'all gon' have to cancel the wedding.

The hell we're not.

- Come on, Aunt Chippy, obviously this fool

look like he's planning something.

- I don't give a shit what he's planning.

We're going to have that wedding, trust me.

- Xavier, what are you doing here?

- Well, keep it 100, I came here to kill Elijah

and borrow one of his suits.

But you're closer to my size anyway, aren't you?