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- What's this man's name?

- I believe his name is Armeen Shah.

- I can, uh, watch.

- Same.

To make sure that I don't do anything.

- Nevada. He is your successor.

- Is this what the fuck you talking about?

- That's it. That's the FIRE.

Everybody wants that shit.

- Xavier, what are you doing here?

- Yo, Pepe, is that the rocker, young king, Nevada Duncan?

Very impressed for your mind, body, and your soul.

- Tío, what are you doing here?

Ay, you got any more weapons on you

besides these guns right here?

- I got one on the way,

but we can talk about that some other time.

- How you doing, man?

- Doing pretty good. I heard about Raphael.

I'm sorry, I tried to call, but it just didn't go through.

- I wasn't taking any calls, you know.

I couldn't talk to anybody

after the assassination of my son.

He died right--

I'm sorry, I don't mean to frighten you.

Your big cousin Ralphie, he was my one and only son.

He's gone now.

I miss my boy.

- Hey.

I can only imagine what you're going through,

but you let me into your family no questions asked.

If you ever need me, I'm here.

- Okay.

- Oh, my God! - Are you ready?

- I am ready. - I'm so excited.

- Okay, so we're gonna have a good time.

- Yes.

- Yah! Yah!

- Yeah!

- Um, uh, excuse me, Aunt Chippy.

- Yes, baby?

- What are you doing and where are you going?

- I'm going to the bridal shower.

Or should I say bachelorette party?

Ooh!

You're not gonna leave me behind.

- Okay, Aunt Chippy, we're gonna be out so late.

Maybe you should just--

- No, that's why I told LC to, you know, not wait up for me.

I haven't been to a great bachelorette party in years.

Let's go. Yah!

- Excuse me, ladies.

Please follow me.

- You know, I was worried after his murder.

I thought I had nobody left.

Raphael, he had no children.

I mean, he was to marry Natalia.

They did promise to make me a grandpa.

But it's sad-- I kept thinking that

there'd be nobody left to continue

the family name.

My name. Señor Cruz.

I built that legacy with my bare hands.

- My grandpa talks about that a lot.

He tells me Duncan's more than just a name.

It's a responsibility to a family.

We need to be careful and act accordingly.

So I guess it's my time to step up too.

- Heh. You will.

Pepe--shh.

LC Duncan is a great man.

Your grandpa told me wonderful things about you.

How smart you are, all the languages you know.

And he was so right.

You not only represent the Duncans,

but you represent the Cruz familia as well.

Oh, how I want to teach you so many things like I did my son.

On my honor, one day, I wanna take you back to Mexico with me

and introduce you to the most powerful people.

Familia, family.

Your introduction will be the future of the Duncans'

and Cruzes' family business.

That's your legacy.

- I like the sound of that.

This is my home.

I grew up here. I was raised here.

- I know.

But perhaps one day...

You will have two homes.

- Perhaps.

- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

- Wait a minute, Rio, what are you doing here?

- Who the hell do you think put all this shit together?

- Oh, that's my boy.

- Ladies, ladies, ladies, welcome to my club, Vertigo.

We have everything set up for you.

Miss Sonya, are you ready?

- Ooh, hell, yeah, I'm ready!

- Take a seat.

- Guys, we need cocktails! Cocktails, cocktails!

- Now, ladies, we have a long night ahead of us.

But I would first like to make a toast to Sonya.

May this be the first night that you partied

Duncan-style.

- All right, all right, all right.

- Let the party begin.

- Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Oh, uh-oh. Uh-oh.

- I got a delivery for somebody named Sonya.

- Um, that would be me.

- I'm Dante Inferno,

and I've come here to make this thing hot.

Real hot.

- Brother Rashad has been killed.

Brother Rashad has been killed.

- Hi.

- Sasha.

- Elijah, are you okay?

- I-I can't--

I-I-I can't be here any longer.

- Okay. Just wait. Calm down.

I'm-I'm coming over. Just don't move, okay?

- It's just--

It's just too much.

- Um, yeah, I gotta go.

- Uh, where are you going? - To my man.

He needs me right now. I love you.

It was fun. Great job.

- Love you too.

- My name is Azzie,

and I will be your instructor this evening.

- Instructor? Instructor for what?

- Twerking 101.

- Yeah! - Oh, okay!

- Get up! Get up! Come on!

- What am I doing?

- All right, first move.

Bend on over a little bit.

Look back at it.

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh!

- Try again!

- Rio, you outdid yourself this time.

- I know.

- Wait, where's London?

- I don't know. She was here a while ago.

- You need to take that?

- No, that's just my soon-to-be ex-husband.

- Elijah, are you okay?

- I have to get out of here.

I--I feel like I'm consumed with my own thoughts.

I keep seeing...

Xavier kill Rashad.

I have to stop him.

He can't--he can't get away with this.

- He won't--he won't get away with this, okay?

We are gonna find him.

He will pay.

I promise.

- Where--where are we going?

- We're going for a long drive.

To one of my favorite places.

Just sit back.

Just not think for a moment, okay?

- I'll try.

- What's the real deal, Bernie?

I'm sure you didn't have me come all this way

just for my good looks, did you?

- Hmm. I did not.

I invited you to make sure

you hadn't had any incidents.

- Incidents.

Why would there be any incidents?

- Well, as you know, the Duncans

aren't exactly pleased by your declining sales in HEAT.

- Well, tough shit.

I don't control what people want.

And right now, they do not want HEAT.

They want FIRE.

- I understand.

But as you can see from the last meeting,

LC sees things quite differently.

And with Brother Minister and his army of killers

by his side, he wants to make an example.

- You know, maybe, um,

maybe I can take a ride up there and talk to him.

- No, no, that would only cause trouble.

But...

I do have an idea if you're interested.

- Oh, yeah. I'm interested.

- Wake up. Come on, stand up. We don't have much time.

- For what?

- You said you want to take a shower, qué no?

Let's go. Get up.

- I would like to take a shower.

- Blade and Alejandro are gone to town.

We don't much time. All right?

We're good?

- We're good.

- Hold on. Let's go.

- Thank you, Danny.

Now, Mr. Red, in order to avoid a war,

I need you to make a call and adjust your order of HEAT

back to the original amount that you previously ordered.

- Bernie, why would I do that?

I have way more than enough HEAT as it is.

And I'm selling a lot more FIRE.

I can't put my capital into a product I can't get rid of.

- I assure you that's not gonna be a problem.

You're not gonna have an issue getting rid of it

because I'm gonna take it off your hands.

- You above all people don't need a middle man.

- That's right. I don't. But you do.

When it comes to avoiding war with LC.

War is bad for business.

And the less LC's bottom line has to do with HEAT,

the less chance there is for war.

- Okay. That makes sense. - Yeah.

- Makes sense. - Certainly does. Okay.

Now, can I count on you to do what is necessary

to keep things statuesque?

- Yes.

I'll make the call. - Ah.

- What are you waiting for? You only got five minutes.

- Are you just gonna sit there?

Well, sí.

You did say I could watch.

I mean, I don't want you trying to escape or anything.

- Oh, sí.

Pero it's gonna take more than five minutes

for me to wash my hair.

- Hmm.

- Did you get a call from the Duncans?

- Yeah, I got a call about the meeting.

- What are you gonna do? You gonna go?

- Right now? I don't know. I don't trust the man.

What about you?

- I mean, I don't know.

The last person I really wanna piss off is LC Duncan.

- I get that.

But right now, LC's being a little unreasonable

about this FIRE situation.

And I don't know about you,

but I'm selling way more FIRE than HEAT.

- So are we.

- Look, I have it on good authority

anyone that arrives there and doesn't agree with LC

will not leave that meeting alive.

So from where I'm sitting,

if I ain't there, I can't disagree with the man.

- Where the hell is everybody? God damn!

- It looks like we're the only ones here, old friend.

- It appears that our friends have abandoned us

for FIRE and its distributor.

- I have to agree with the minister.

It appears your only friends are right here.

- And their absence today speaks volumes.

- Loud and clear.

- I can't fucking believe this.

How the hell did this happen?

- The situation puts us at a disadvantage,

but it's not hopeless.

From where I'm sitting, I think that

it would be the opportune time for you

to reconsider selling the formula to HEAT.

- That's not happening, Bernie.

Like we told you, HEAT belongs to the--

- Maybe you're right, Bernie.

It is something to consider.

We put a lot of money and time into this.

Walking away with 2 billion could be a win.

- Our original offer was for $1 billion,

but I raised it to 2.

However, that price may need to be renegotiated

considering the demand for HEAT

has diminished quite a bit

since the arrival of FIRE.

- We are talking over a billion.

- Certainly.

- Son...

I know this is your creation.

But, um, it appears

we're holding a losing hand here.

Maybe it's time to fold.

- Ah, fuck.

If you say so, Pop.

- I'll talk to my family.

Get back to you within 24 hours.

- Sounds fair.

- Brother Minister. - LC.

- Fuck!

- Are you sure about this, Pop? Because I'm not.

- Son, at this point,

I don't see where we have any other choice.

Selling HEAT may be our best move right now.

Somebody major is behind FIRE.

I just can't figure out who it is.

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

You ever hear of a man named Alexander Cora?

- Wow. Not a bad day.

Cora International Stocks just split five to one.

And the board approved a million shares

and stock options each for me and a half mil for you.

I don't think things could go any better.

- I agree.

Oh, oh.

Perhaps they can.

I'm gonna put you on speaker.

Bernie!

Did you secure that additional HEAT that we requested?

- Yes. Yes, Mr. Cora.

I have secured all of that and more.

How would you like to be the owner

of the formula for HEAT?

- I would like that very much.

Are you telling me you can make that happen?

- I'm saying there has never been

a better time to make an offer,

and at a substantially lower price, I might add.

There is, of course, my customary 10%

for facilitating the exchange.

And, uh, of course, an additional 5%

to offset the income

that I'm losing no longer selling you HEAT.

- Bernie, if you can make that happen,

I will be in your debt.

Let me ask you this. What is the mood of the seller?

- I've known the man for 30 years,

and I've never seen him this demoralized.

Good.

Sounds like things are finally falling into place.

Mr. Goldman, go ahead and make that purchase.

And I would like for our business to be concluded

by the end of the week.

- Yes. That makes two of us.

I'll be in touch.

- Done.

We'll have the HEAT by the end of this week.

- Congratulations. - Yeah. Thank you, son.

Ma always said if we put in the hard work,

we reap the rewards. - Yes, she did.

Listen, where is your mother, by the way?

- She mentioned something about looking up

an old friend in Paris. - Ah.

- She been acting a little weird lately.

- Yeah, she, uh,

she always gets that way around this time of year.

But I may have something

to perk up her spirits over the weekend

after we finalize the purchase of HEAT.

- Anything you care to share? - Nope.

Well, it's supposed to be a surprise

but I'm gonna share it with the entire family

over Sunday dinner, alright?

Listen, why don't you bring Brandi?

- If she doesn't drive me crazy first.

Oh, by the way, Juan Rodriguez is waiting outside,

and, uh, he's been out there quite some time.

- What the hell does he want?

Man's not supposed to be here.

- He's probably here to kiss the ring.

Isn't that what gangsters do?

- Send him in.

- Congrats, Dad.

- To us, son. - To us.

- Hmm.

My daughter has better taste than I thought.

- Who's your daughter?

Most importantly, who the hell are you?

- First things first,

if you think you're going to use the gun

that you've hidden in the cushion of that couch,

think again.

- Again, who are you?

- My name is Dominique Le Roe.

- Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Le Roe.

Now, can you be kind enough to tell me what the hell

you're doing in my house pointing a gun at me?

- Mostly because I don't know you.

And people who have guns hidden all over their homes

usually are pretty dangerous.

And also because I want something from you,

and I don't have time to play games.

- What is it that you want?

- There's a woman-- my daughter, to be exact--

and I've been trying to contact her,

but I haven't found her.

I do believe, though, you may know of her whereabouts.

- And who is your daughter?

Her name is Sagittarius Cora.

- They know her as Sage.

Is the mention of my daughter's name that amusing to you?

- What amuses me is the fact that you have a gun

pointed at me while my beautiful fiancée

has a gun pointed at your dome.

Aw, how cute.

I guess that means I'm at a disadvantage, huh?

However, that doesn't change the purpose for my visit.

I'm looking for my daughter,

and I need you to help me find her.

- I have no idea who she is.

Doesn't know who she is.

That's a lie.

You know exactly who my daughter is.

So now, I'm gonna ask you again,

where can I find my daughter?

- To be honest with you, I have no idea where she is.

Sage is a ghost.

But if I do run into her,

I'll tell her her lovely mother says hello.

Now, could you be kind enough

to get the hell out of my house?

I gotta make my beautiful fiancé breakfast.

She gets cranky when she's hungry.

- Goodbye.

- Ciao.

- Mr. Rodriguez. Please.

I'm Alexander Cora.

And welcome to Cora Resorts.

- It's nice to finally meet.

- Likewise--or not.

I was under the impression that you understood

that you and I were never to meet.

Your mere presence here

could jeopardize everything I've built.

- I'm here because there are things you should know.

- Oh, oh, well, in that case, I'm all ears.

- LC Duncan knows about my involvement with FIRE.

And he also knows about Alejandro.

Something I didn't know until recently.

Now why is that?

- Alejandro. Juan, right? Juan.

Juan, Alejandro-- or Mr. Zuniga's--

involvement has, uh, ooh.

Nothing to do with you.

So if that's why you thought

that we should speak face to face,

you have wasted both of our times.

- Right.

And if you know anything about me,

you know I don't like to be blindsided

by my business partners, Alexander.

Yeah. About that.

See, Juan, you're more of a-- an associate

than you are a business partner.

Let's not make things bigger than they are, Mr. Rodriguez.

I have a product, you sell it.

It's as simple as that.

- Thank you for the clarification.

But if LC Duncan and his partners come after you,

me and my people will be nowhere to be found.

- LC Duncan is a nonfactor. - Right.

- And his partners are lining up to buy FIRE.

- That is true.

But it's Marco Cruz you need to worry about.

He's loyal to LC Duncan. He's always in his corner.

- See, now we're back to about that.

Señor Marco Cruz.

I understand that he's got enough to deal with right now.

I hear that he's going through a personal tragedy.

Yeah.

A death can be such a distraction.

- You killed Raphael?

- Was very nice to meet you, Mr. Rodriguez.

Thank you for stopping by.

And Juan,

I know that you've been around long enough to understand

that the best kept secrets are the ones that keep you alive.

Yeah, it's me.

I may have a job--

No, you know what? Never mind.

I might wanna kill this motherfucker myself.

- What's going on, O? - What's up, Junior?

- How did the meeting go?

- It didn't.

The only ones that showed up

were Brother Minister, Bernie, and Señor Cruz.

What the fuck is going on?

- Get the fuck outta here.

Pop must be going apeshit.

Some of those people have been doing business

with us for over 30 years.

- Yeah, well, the worst part about it is,

Pop is thinking about selling the formula to HEAT to Bernie.

- Come on, Pop would never do that.

He knows that HEAT's your baby.

- Yeah, well, babies need to be nurtured,

and they need attention.

And the way we were blindsided this morning at the meeting

proves that nobody gives a shit about HEAT.

- I don't understand it.

How can they not just show up

without us knowing ahead of time?

- Don't ask me.

Logistics and shit is what Harris used to schedule

and take care of, man.

I never thought I'd say it,

but I miss that weaselly bastard.

- Yeah, me too.

- Oh, man. - Pop sure does.

Called them three times already this morning.

- Jesus Christ, O.

I feel like I'm watching everything

that Mom, Pop, Uncle Lou, Larry built

fall apart, piece by piece.

- Yeah.

It is, Junior.

It is.

- Well, I guess this isn't the greatest time to tell you,

but I'm thinking about moving down south after the wedding.

- Say word?

- Word.

- 'Sup, little Vegas? How was your workout?

- Pretty good. Getting big, man.

- Want one of these Philly cheesesteaks?

- Yeah--you're gonna have to make it to go, though.

- Why? What you going on? A date?

- Nah, I'm headed to Mexico to spend time with Tío.

- Oh, yeah, I did see Señor Cruz around here.

Well, if you gonna be king,

guess you gotta check out your castle down there too, right?

I think it's good that you hang out with him, man.

He seems like a cool dude.

- Yeah, he is cool.

- Hey, and you probably got some little señorita down there

you trying to get with.

Just make sure you wrap it up.

Don't be bringing no babies back here, man.

- Oh, my God, every time, man.

Shut up, man.

I mean, it sucks, though,

'cause I might not make it back for the wedding.

- I mean, I get it.

But it ain't like we having the bachelor party, anyway.

- Yeah, that's true.

I was pretty excited for that, but I agree with Grandpa.

It's his choice. - Mm-hmm.

- We can still hang out when I get back though, right?

- Yeah, man, of course. You know.

I mean, if I'm still in town.

I plan on catching that bastard Brother X.

Then I'ma head back to Waycross.

You can come visit me anytime you want to, man.

You got--you got family in Georgia you need to meet.

- Mi'jo, you ready?

- Sí, Tío.

- Let's get your bags. - All right.

Take it easy, all right? Love you, man.

- Love you.

- Hey, mi'jo, let's get out of here.

- Hey Triple OG,

can I holla at you for a minute?

- It's okay, mi'jo.

- Hey, he one of the good ones. Teach him right.

- He's a good kid. - Yeah.

- I wanna teach him to be great.

- I know a guy like you don't need my advice.

No, and I mean no disrespect,

but I'ma say it anyway.

If you want his undying loyalty,

make sure he sees his ma.

- Hey there. - Oh!

- Well, I ordered you a drink, but I'm expecting the groom

to have a little bit more excitement than this.

I mean, you're not getting cold feet, are you?

Everything okay?

- I'm definitely not getting cold feet.

I love Sonya more than ever, if that's even possible.

Everything is good.

- Well, if you need me for anything,

you know I got you, right?

- Oh, I know.

I really haven't had a chance to say thank you

for what you did for me and Sonya.

It meant a lot. - Yeah.

Chippy wasn't too damn happy when she found out,

but you know what?

Fuck her 'cause you a grown-ass man.

- Come on, Auntie.

- Anyway, Junior,

I do have a reason for wanting to see you,

other than looking at this handsome face of yours.

I have a wedding gift for you.

- A gift?

You could have just brought it to the wedding.

You're coming, right? - I am.

But I wanted to give this to you beforehand.

I figured that you would want this a little earlier.

- What is it?

- Mm. Come with me.

Come on.

Leave that drink and come on.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

- Wait. - Ta-da.

Aunt Donna!

What?

Is this Uncle Lou's?

Yep.

But it's yours now. This is your gift.

- Are you kidding me?

- I know how much you love the old cars and, whew!

You and Lou used to spend hours

turning junk into jewels, as he would say.

So I thought it was only fitting if I give you this.

- How can I thank you?

- Congratulations, babe.

- Thank you so much. I love you.

- Tonight we celebrate, ah?

Salud.

Señor Cruz?

- Triple Star OG Alejandro,

it's always good to hear your voice, man.

- It's good to hear your voice too.

What do I owe the pleasure?

- I'm on my way to LA to surprise Consuela.

Have you seen her?

She hasn't, uh,

answered any of my phone calls.

- Yeah, she's out of town right now, visiting her son.

- In New York, huh?

Perhaps you could do me a favor.

Let her know her big brother's looking for her.

I got some bad news about her nephew.

- I'll have her call you.

- Ramon.

- Sí, Consuela.

I hear you.

Tonight, I'm gonna get us out of here.

So be ready, okay?

- Sí, Consuela.

- Hola, guapo.

- Hola. Are you ready for your shower?

- Oh, I'm ready. Are you ready?

- Remember.

- Oh. I'll be a good girl, I promise.

- Vámanos. - Vámanos.

- Everybody ready? Pepe?

- Listo. - Fernando?

- Sí, patron.

- Mi'jo.

I don't even have to ask if you're ready.

You locked and loaded?

- Locked and loaded.

- It's very important once you cross that line,

ain't no going back.

You're about to earn your stripes.

I'm doing this for you.

You understand?

I love you like a son. Let's go get your ma.

Why are we still here?

- Vámanos.

- No, no, no, no.

- Qué? Qué paso?

- Now, I want you to join me in the shower.

I wanna look at all that.

- Oh.

Despacito.

- Despacito? Sí!

- Uh-huh.

- Mm.

Oh, yeah.

God damn!

- Ramon.

- Consuela. - Si, vámonos, vámonos.

We gotta go.

Rápido.

Ramon, we have to go.

Nevada! Nevada!

- Mom. Ma.