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- Previous on "The Family Business."

- It's a peace offering.

What better way to say I'm sorry?

- Crazy? Huh?

Bitch, are you out of your--

- Yeah.

Get your ass back, 'cause I will blow your damn head off.

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

- We don't have nothing to do with this.

If you want some answers,

I suggest you talk to your boy, Billy Bob.

- You're saying the guy supplying Detroit Red

is your uncle's friend?

It doesn't make any sense.

- It's not gonna make any sense to Uncle L.C. either.

- You wanted to see me, boss?

- Yeah.

You're still cool with those corner boys in Brooklyn?

- Most of the dude that I know either locked up or dead.

My name still hold weight in the street though.

What's up? What you need?

- I need you to pick up as much FIRE as you can

and bring it back to me.

- All right. I'll make a couple calls.

I'll be back in three, four hours.

- DJ. - Yes, sir.

- I need you to keep this as quiet as you can.

I don't need anybody connecting this back to me or my family.

You understand?

- I got you, boss. Say less. Ain't nobody gonna know shit.

- Mm-hmm.

- Look before you even start, Brandi,

Ruby disappeared and I had to do everything myself.

- Oh, I believe you.

It's just that before work...

I want you to hurry because I been fiending for something

that only you can fulfill.

Is that so?

Well, it just so happens

I'm on my way to your bungalow right now.

- Oh.

- And I think I have exactly what you need.

- Ooh.

- So you better be ready.

- Look, I woke up this morning ready.

so it's you that better be.

- Oh, shit.

- Aries? - No, no, no, no, no.

- Aries, what's going on? - Fuck!

Brandi, let me call you back. - Aries!

- Ruby? Ruby!

Come on, wake up.

Ruby, come on, baby, wake up. Ruby?

Ruby? Ruby?

- Hey, what the fuck you doing with my wife?

- Uh-uh, Vinnie, it's not what it looks like.

I came out, I seen her, she was down like that.

I ain't got no--

- No! What the-- - Ruby...

- What is going on here?

What the fuck are you-- - Uh-uh, nah, man.

- Motherfucker.

Fuck, get the fuck over here already.

Get this motherfuck-- get this fuck.

- Ruby okay? - How the fuck?

Whoever knows--motherfucker.

Come on, let's go. Okay, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, fast. Come on...

- I tell you what, talk to me like that again.

Watch, I'll knock the hell out of you.

- Oh, God.

- I thought he was gonna hit you.

- No, baby. It was just an argument.

He's not that stupid anymore.

- I hate him, Mommy.

- No, you don't.

No, you're upset with him right now and that's fine.

You don't like some of the stuff he does.

None of us do.

But you don't hate him. You can't hate him.

He's still your dad and he loves you, and so do I.

Mariah?

What's happening with your dad and I

has nothing to do with you or your sister.

Come here, baby.

Regardless of what's going on, you and your sister

are the most important things of our lives.

We're gonna be okay.

- But you said you wanted a divorce.

- I do, but that has nothing to do with you.

Mommy's making a choice that's best for me

so that I can be the best for you.

You understand that?

Good. Come here.

Aww.

- Oh, you all right with me. You always helping out.

- I got you.

- This dude here.

I got it, DJ. I'll meet you in the kitchen.

- You know, you gonna stop grabbing my damn arm like that.

- You gonna have more than your arm to worry about

if you keep playing with me.

Now, I done gave you enough time

and enough chances to come clean with this shit.

I'm not holding onto your little, dirty secret no more.

- Look, hold on. Wait, wait, wait.

- Get your hand off me. - Listen.

I promise you I'm gonna tell her, all right?

- You keep saying you're gonna tell her

but you ain't did shit yet.

- I know what the hell I said.

And this happened a long time ago.

And I don't you telling me

who and when I need to tell somebody.

You do realize this is my business, right?

- Excuse me, your business?

The moment you asked me not to tell anybody about

your secret daughter, it became my business, too.

And guess what, sir?

You don't get to tell me who I can tell my business to.

Okay?

So I decided that I'ma tell London

right after I tell Junior.

- Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, slow down.

Okay, listen, listen.

I was gonna tell her this morning, all right?

But then Raven called and told me about Melanie's blood clot.

So I just had to-- - Harris.

Do what you need to do,

because in just a few days,

I'm about become the Mrs. Junior Duncan.

And I'm not going into my new marriage covering your ass.

Now handle your business before it becomes family business.

- You okay?

- Yes, Nevada, we're fine. Thank you.

- I hate him. He's always hurting our family.

- Not anymore.

He's not gonna hurt you anymore, I promise.

I'm putting an end to this shit.

- Nevada, wait. It's not what you think.

- Hey, Little Vegas, where's the--

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, man. Hey, hey, hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's up with the burner?

- I'm going to kill him. - What?

You gonna kill who?

Come on, Little Vegas. Talk to me, man.

Tell me what's going on.

- I already told you I'm going to kill him.

- Yeah, but you never told me who.

Come on, man. You know how we Duncans do.

Come on, we--we talk shit out.

We think things through, man,

before we start blasting on folks.

So I'm gonna ask you one more time...

who you trying to kill?

- Harris. - Harris?

Why? What'd he do?

- Same thing he always does

and I'm not gonna let him get away with it this time.

- Listen.

You know I never stand in the way

of another man handling his business.

But before I let you walk out that door,

you gotta tell me what the fuck Harris did.

- I know, but Facebook's a playground o' cowards.

You know that.

Have him come over and tell me to my face, huh?

Mm-mm.

He's in my league--

The fuck?

Gonna guess you two aren't here for the mani-pedi, huh?

- Nope.

They're with me, Billy Bob.

- Sebastian, how you are? Huh?

Hey, before you get all "Kill Bill" over here on me,

I already talked to your boy, Rio,

about that money, what I owe ya.

- Mm-hmm. - I got that covered, dude.

I'm totally getting that to you.

You know me.

Can't be soon enough, but it's on its way.

- It's good to know you'll have my money, Billy.

I knew that.

That's not what I'm here for.

- Oh.

What are you here for?

- Did you sell this shit to Maud?

- Might've dropped off a few goodies

for a little financial renumeration.

- You know she overdosed?

- No. She all right?

- Billy Bob...

if my sister dies,

I'm gonna cut your hands off

and I'ma fist you with them.

There won't be a funeral. There won't be a body.

I promise.

- Yeah, I believe you, Sebastian.

I know you're upset, but, look.

You know as well as I do

when you play with FIRE, you get burned.

And by the way, you gave Maud my number,

so technically this is on you as well, bro.

That's funny. I see what you did there.

Playing with FIRE.

Motherfucker! - Oh!

- Shit!

- Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy!

It looks like you done pissed off another man.

Seems like I'm the only one that's standing in your way

of you becoming a human shish kebob.

- Get off of me!

The hell you want, Sebastian?

- We want to know who the fuck is your supplier.

- What? What?

- Name, Billy Bob.

- Sebastian, you know I drop dime like that on the street,

I'm a dead man. I can't be giving names like--

- Well, it looks like one of my girls is gonna have

a lot of fun with you, Billy Bob.

- I'm thinking that Moon would love to use that sword.

Maybe she can cut his head off with one swing?

- Yeah, I seen what she can do with that thing.

- Ooh. Come on.

Sebastian. Come on, man, we're bros.

We been through this. Come on, dude.

- Name.

- It's Alejandro something.

- Alejandro Zuniga?

- Yeah, Mexican cat.

That's all I know. Yeah.

- How's she doing? - She's resting.

Doc said she's lucky to be alive.

She had so much of that FIRE shit in her system,

she could've died. - FIRE?

How the fuck did she get FIRE in her system?

- He drugged her and he was gonna rape her.

That was his plan from the beginning, this guy.

We both saw what he did.

If we wouldn't have got there at that exact moment,

he would've probably taken-- - But he didn't, thank God.

And now we gotta figure out

how we're gonna use this to our advantage.

- To our advantage?

That's my fucking wife we're talking about.

If you didn't kill him

by hitting him in the head with that bottle,

I'm gonna kill him with my fucking 9-millimeter.

- Not gonna do shit.

Killing this guy is not an option.

Do you not understand that?

- I'm running out of options, okay?

It might not be an option for you.

- Listen to me you skinny, punk fuck.

I'm running this. You listen to me, first of all.

Now, I know you're pissed and rightfully so.

Okay? I want to kill this fuck, too,

but you cannot go after this guy.

We work with his family.

And, motherfucker, we're making a lot of money.

Look at me. - We're making a lot of--

- We're making a lot of money.

All right? Let me take care of this.

- Okay. - That's it.

- I just want to hear what the plan is.

Just give me a plan.

- I'm gonna fuck the Coras...

so far up their keister...

and we're gonna get so rich in the process.

You gots a problem with that, kid?

- Let's go. - You got a problem with that?

- Let's go. - All right.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I heard you.

I can't fucking believe it.

All right, good looking out.

This doesn't make any sense, Pop.

Raphael Cruz is dead.

- What? - Yeah.

They took him out at his engagement party.

- That's horrible. What happened?

- I don't know why him and not Marco.

That kid wasn't ready to take over.

- No, no, he wasn't.

Doesn't feel like a coincidence.

Make sure Junior is on that plane tonight.

The noose is closing in around us, son.

If we don't gonna find out who soon, it's gonna be too late.

- Yeah.

Well, heads-up, Pop.

Maybe Juan can tell us what's going on

and help loosen the noose around our neck.

- Gentlemen.

So what's this all about, L.C.?

I don't have a lot of time to spare.

- I'm sure you don't, considering all the work

you're putting into distributing FIRE.

Yeah, I know all about what you and Alejandro have going on.

Very impressive.

- I have to make a living, right?

- Then why, unlike Alejandro,

are you hiding this new business?

Why haven't you brought it to your partners at the table?

Help share the wealth?

- Maybe because the table turned its back on me.

And to set the record straight,

I'm not doing shit with that puto, Alejandro.

- The table is what protects us, Juan.

Strength in numbers, remember?

Don't kid yourself, L.C.

- Juan...

Raphael Cruz was shot and killed the other night.

You should call Marco.

- Did you know about this?

- Nah, it's the first I've heard of it.

- Fuck. Fuck.

I will.

Thanks.

- Oh, God.

- Jefe, jefe!

- Jefe, perdón. Hey.

- Why are you screaming in my ear?

- Jefe, Mr. Orlando Duncan is on the phone.

- Bring me more tequila, por favor.

- Okay, but what about Orlando Duncan?

- What about him? - He's on the phone, jefe.

- I don't want to talk to nobody

unless it's Don Julio or el Patrón.

Now give me some more tequila right now.

I want a new bottle of tequila.

This bottle is empty. Look at that. No more.

Ay, dios mío, it was--

- Jefe, it's gone because you drank it all already.

- Well, bring me some more tequila right now!

- Jefe, you need to be careful.

We need you to be focused right now.

This is a very important time for us.

- Why are you still here?

Tequila.

- Buenos días.

You're late, Antonio. I'm starving.

It looks really good.

But there's not as much. I won't have much to share.

- There's plenty. You won't have to share.

- I won't? - No.

- Gracias.

Hmm...

is there something different about you today?

What is it? Tell me?

- Nothing other than I shaved. - Ah.

Mm, but you're wearing cologne, huh?

I like it.

- Gracias.

- Ramon.

- Estás bien?

Ramon?

Sí, Consuela.

I'm here.

- Ramon, I figured out how we're gonna get out of here.

How?

- I am gonna use the one thing

that no man has been able to resist.

- Mm.

- Yo, Curtis.

Yo, man, come move your car. You're blocking my spot.

- I know, but you ain't gonna need it.

- The hell you talking about? Move your shit.

You got me blocking Orlando.

- Not for long, 'cause you about to leave.

- The fuck are you talking about--oh!

Fuck is wrong with you?

- You think you can get away with hitting my cousin?

- Fuck! - Huh? Yeah, yeah.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Shut the fuck up, man. You like that, huh?

- What the fuck are you doing?

- Come on, O. This motherfucker like hitting women.

- What the fuck is he talking about, Harris?

He's crazy, O. - O, I ain't crazy.

He keep putting his fucking hands on London.

- You hit my sister?

- It was a long time ago, O. I swear.

- C-Note, you got your gun? - Always.

- Give it to me. - Oh, so that's how it is?

Okay. All right.

So he who is without sin cast the first bullet.

- You oughta shoot his ass.

I thought you having a baby by Raven was fucked up.

- Baby by Raven?

You got another kid outside this family?

- Yeah, he ain't shit.

- Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, look. I can explain, okay?

- Then start fucking explaining.

Son of a bitch.

You had a whole 'nother kid, Harris.

- Okay, listen to me.

She's 22 years old. It was 22 years ago.

It was a long time ago. Okay?

- So basically what you saying

is that you've been lying to me for over 15 years.

- Can we just-- - Get the fuck out.

- Can we just-- - Get the fuck out, Harris.

- Ain't shit to talk about.

You heard her: get the fuck out of this house!

- Can I please get my stuff? - No.

You can't.

You gonna leave the same way you came in: with nothing.

- Can we-- - Get out, Harris.

- So we not gonna be able to talk about this?

- Oh, now you want to talk?

Talk to my divorce attorney.

- Baby.

- What?

- Oh, my God.

Now what am I gonna do?

- Come in.

- Here's the reports you asked me to bring from the lab.

- Thank you.

Hey, Renee, let me ask you something.

When was the last time you saw Brandi?

- It's been a while.

I think she moved to California.

- Talk to her? - No.

Went completely ghost.

Changed her number and everything.

- Okay, thanks.

Hey, Renee, I appreciate the focus

you're giving to your work. Keep it up.

- Thank you.

Ice cream, huh?

You took the last of the ice cream.

Okay, so, look, we both know

it's a big-ass elephant in this room,

so we might as well just go on and address it.

- You're right.

It does need to be addressed.

- London, I'm sorry.

I hate what you're going through with Harris.

- Really, Sonya?

You're right. Let's address it.

Because it does need to be addressed.

But I'm not sure that I believe you're sorry,

considering you didn't tell me about Harris' little secret.

- It wasn't my little secret to tell.

I mean--

I hate the way it all came out, for real.

- Mm. - And I warned Harris.

I told him, "You need to come clean with her."

But, hell, I couldn't make him do it.

- Well, when he didn't...

you didn't feel it was necessary to tell me, did you?

- No, not at first, but then I was.

I mean, you gotta know that-- - I don't know shit,

'cause you ain't told me shit.

- That's not true. I told everything.

- No, Sonya.

You revealed it in the heat of the moment

when it was convenient to do so.

You didn't come to me woman-to-woman.

I was embarrassed in front of my whole family,

and I thought we were better than that.

- You're right. You're right, London.

The moment I found out,

I should've come straight to you and told you.

- Damn right, you should've.

Sonya, my marriage was blown up in front of everybody.

And do you know what you're getting ready to do

in a few days?

You're getting ready to marry into this family,

and that's where your loyalty is supposed to be.

So if you don't understand that and the magnitude of it,

then you might want to reconsider

walking down the aisle.

- No, I do understand.

This family has done so much for me

in a short amount of time

that my loyalty will always lie with all of you.

- That's good to know...

because when the shit hits the fan again,

and it will...

I need to know that you have my back

just like I'd be willing to have yours.

- I will.

Every single time, I will.

- Mm-hmm.

- Where's L.C. at?

- He's not here, but I'm here in his place.

Sit down.

- Is this a joke?

- Does it look like I'm laughing?

- No, it does not.

But aren't you, like,

the head of security for the Duncan family?

- I am.

- I usually have these discussions with L.C.,

your brother, or Harris.

Forgive me if

I'm not aware that you're qualified for this discussion.

- "Qualified"?

Well, I am and I'm here.

So let's discuss.

- What brings you out to the desert, Mr. Duncan?

- I'm here to talk to you about FIRE.

- FIRE.

What about it?

- We know that you're distributing it.

Who's your supplier?

- You see, you asking me that question

lets me know that you're not qualified

to have this discussion.

- I mean, what makes you think I'd give you that information?

I wouldn't even give it to your father.

But why do you even care?

What are you gonna do?

Strongarm the competition?

- This isn't about competition, Alejandro.

This is about business.

What if I want to make a purchase?

- Well, you don't have to know the supplier

to make a purchase.

I can get you all the FIRE you want.

Just tell me how much you like.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Oh, baby.

- You look grim.

Yeah, well, that's not your usual glass of wine.

- Yeah, it's not a usual glass of wine day.

- Mm.

- Thank God it's date night.

You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.

- Well, for starters, I met with Juan yesterday.

- How did that go?

I mean, did he talk about FIRE and partnering with Alejandro?

- Nah, he admitting to distributing FIRE,

but I don't believe him and Alejandro are working together.

He hates the man.

- Do you know what you're saying, L.C.?

- Yeah.

This whole FIRE thing is bigger

than either of us thought, Charlotte.

Whoever is behind it is a major player.

- But who?

I mean, do you think it's Señior Cruz?

- No. - He's the only one

that could force Juan and Alejandro to work together.

- I thought about that,

but if Marco was involved, he wouldn't be quiet about it.

FIRE wouldn't be our competitor.

He'd bring it to us as an opportunity.

- Then who?

- I don't know.

I'm gonna have Harris

run the numbers of all of our distribution clients,

see if there's a pattern.

- You might not want to do that.

- Why?

Harris and London are getting a divorce.

- What?

- Yeah.

Hence the drink.

- Is that a new shirt you're wearing?

- Yeah, yes. Do you like it?

- I do.

It makes you look more handsome than you already are.

- Mm.

- Muy guapo.

- I'm preparing you and your nephew

a very special dinner tonight.

I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

- I look forward to it.

If--if only I maybe can--

- What? What is it?

- If I can have a shower?

A shower?

That's all. - No, Alejandro won't allow it.

- He doesn't have to know. It can be our secret.

I haven't showered since I left Marco's house.

And that bucket of water that I get

with that little bit of soap, I can't barely wash myself.

All I want is just to-- oh, my God--

wash my hair and feel some water over me.

That's all.

- Yeah, no. Lo siento. I can't.

- Why not?

What do you think is gonna happen?

If you think that I'm gonna do anything,

you can just stand there and watch me.

- I can, uh...watch?

- Sí.

To make sure that I don't do anything.

It will be yours and my little secret.

Tu y yo, that's it.

- Eat.

- And I'll think about it.

- Gracias. - Mm.

- Jefe.

Jefe, I got you tequila.

- No more tequila for me, Pepe.

It just don't fade my pain anymore, you know?

- This pain inside me, that tequila doesn't numb it.

No mas anymore.

- What's the gun for, jefe?

- This?

It's the Big Homie. I call him One Hitter Quitter.

For sure shot.

Tequila might not work anymore,

but one shot of this, it'd blow your mind.

Erase all your pain, your suffering, your sorrow.

I'm sure of it. - You're sure?

Do you think that is the answer?

- Look at me.

I'm a walking rolling man.

There's nothing left for me here on this Earth.

Everybody is gone.

My brother, my son,

even you have an expiration date.

What am I gonna be, all alone in a gold wheelchair?

Come on, man.

I'm cool, man. I'm cool.

- You're not alone.

You have your sister.

- Please. I'll leave her nothing.

- Consuela has a son. Recuerdas.

Nevada.

He is your bloodline.

He is your successor.

- Nice, baby. Watch your step. Watch your step.

- Thank you for everything. - You're welcome.

You made such progress, Melanie.

- You gonna be okay. Just take your time.

Wow.

Thank you so much.

- Just make sure you look after her, all right?

- I got this. - All right.

- Thank you.

- Okay. - Okay, I'll see you later.

- L.C. wants to see you.

- L.C.'s here?

- Let's go.

- Oh, shit.

- Harris, we've known each other a long time.

Well over 15 years, wouldn't you say?

- About that long.

- I liked you.

Not so much when we first met, but over the years, you--

you grew on me.

I learned to trust you.

And now, this situation between you and London comes up

and bang!

I don't know what to think.

- I know it's not as bad as it seems, L.C.

I know I should've told her.

- No, goddammit, you should've told me.

Do you realize how much stress this situation

has caused me over the past couple of days?

- I'm sorry, but it hasn't been a bed of roses for me--

- I don't give a shit about your feelings, Harris!

You should never have put your hands on my daughter.

It's a good thing that I love my grandchildren

or you'd be floating in a river somewhere.

See--

I don't know if you're friend or foe.

- I'm a friend, L.C.

- Are we now?

I'm not so sure.

Your little insurance policy

you had hidden with Duncan Finances.

Oh, you had these hidden pretty good,

but not good enough.

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

Because I have more.

Remember this? Hmm?

It's the gun you used to kill Sal Dash.

The one with your fingerprints still all over it.

You know what that means, huh?

It means you're a murderer.

You do know that, don't you, Harris?

- Yeah.

Yeah. - Good.

Now the question is,

will you end up a murder victim?

I know you don't want that.

So in order to prevent it...

here's what's gonna happen.

You will text Junior every single password,

jump file, every safe,

paper and electric file,

and computer you have ever touched.

And I do mean each and every one.

- Okay.

Here.

- $5 million?

What is this?

- It's your divorce settlement, or severance pay,

whatever the hell you want it to be.

Oh, we know you've already stashed away

about 3 million in an account in the Caymans

and another 2 million in Switzerland.

It's your...

start to a new life.

- And you're just gonna let me walk away?

You're not gonna kill me?

- Like I said...

I love my grandchildren.

But there are some conditions

for you to keep living above ground.

- What's that?

- You will call your children three times a week

and spend time with them.

You will not speak one negative word

about my daughter or our family to them.

- That's it?

That's all, and I can walk away?

- There's one other thing

Rob will tell you about when you get out.

- There will be a time when Mr. Duncan

comes to you for a favor.

At that time, you'll get a combination.

I suggest you use it.