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- Previously
on "The Family Business"...

- You ever hear of a man
named Alexander Cora?

- Bernie, did you secure

that additional HEAT
that we requested.

- Oh, apologies.

You're fucking dead.

- I'm looking for my daughter,

and I need you
to help me find her.

- And who is your daughter?
- Her name is Sagittarius Cora.

- My wife is marrying

this clown-ass infidel
Junior Duncan?

- We're gonna have
that wedding.

Trust me.

- Oh, oh!

- Mr. and Mrs. Duncan.
- Yes.

- Chippy.
- Hello, Bernie.

- More beautiful
than the last time.

- Thank you.
- Bernie.

- LC, a pleasure.
- Good to see you.

Have a seat.

- I must admit
I was a bit surprised

when you said
you wanted to meet.

- I can understand that,

but as you
so aptly pointed out,

things have changed
in recent months

regarding HEAT,

so I had a conversation
with my wife and family,

and here we are.

- Chippy has always been
a wise woman, LC.

It's one of the many things
I've admired

about her over the years.
- Ah, Bernie, you're too kind.

But like my husband said,
family decision,

and it has not been
an easy one.

- I think once your family
sees the amount

of money that this decision--
- No, no, no, no.

This decision isn't
just about money, Bernie.

I mean, you should know that.

The last thing that we
are worried about right now

is money,
and we have plenty of money.

This is about
my son's life's work.

HEAT is a result

of years
of research and sacrifice.

I mean, he went
to great lengths

to make it perfect in every way

way before we began
mass production.

So what I need for you
to understand is that, yeah,

the money is great
if the deal goes through,

but make no mistake.

If anything goes awry
in any way,

there will be hell to pay.

- Well, I--I can assure you
that will not happen.

I would expect you to know
that, after all the years

that we've worked together,

that I hold your family
in the highest regard.

That is why I even suggested
that LC consider selling,

and my partners
understand this as well.

- Wow, I'm glad to hear
you say that, Bernie.

- Now, as far as the offer
that we are prepared to make,

we discussed it
and have come up

with what I think is a number
that is more than fair.

- Oh, I'm sure it is,

but I don't think
I want to hear it right now.

- What do you mean?

I thought you said
you were ready to sell.

- Well, we're willing
to negotiate a deal, Bernie,

but not with you.

No, I want to speak
to the man in charge.

I want to speak
to Alexander Cora.

- That will not be a problem.

I'm sure I can make that happen
as soon as tomorrow.

- Good, set the meeting up.
We'll go from there.

- Oh, LC.

- My goodness.
- Honey.

- Is he okay?
- I don't know.

Honey, sit, sit, sit, sit down.
- I'm fine.

- No, you're not fine, honey.
Oh, my--what's going on?

DJ!

Honey, go get Sonya right now.
I think she's upstairs.

- Sonya!
- I'm fine.

- No, no, you're not fine.
- What's going on?

- No, you're not fine.
Just stay where you are.

Come on, baby.
- Oh, my God, Mr. Duncan.

I don't know--
- Is he okay?

Is he gonna be able
to make the meeting?

- Bernie, the last thing
I'm worried about

is a meeting, okay?

Would you please leave?
Would mind, please?

Thank you.

Hey.
- I'm fine.

- No, you're not fine.

- She's alive,
and they don't give a fuck.

- I take it
you spoke to the council.

- Aye, they might as well
have told me to go fuck myself.

They make too much money

off his Black ass.

End of the day,
they don't give a shite.

- So does this mean
we're going to war, Da?

Aye.

It means we're going the war

with the whole
fucking bloody council now.

- Da,
listen to yourself, okay?

Do you know what you're saying?

- Have some
fucking respect, son.

I got the bottle, don't I?

Huh?
I know what it means.

I'm your fucking father.

Means most of my boys
are gonna be dead

by the end of the month!

Unless we
put our heads together

and find a way
to prove that she's alive.

- All right,

How do you propose
we do that, Da?

- We call in
every favor we have,

we look underneath
every fucking rock we find,

and we spend
every goddamn fucking dime

we got saved if need be.

Our backs are against the wall.

We need to pray.

Pray to the Blessed Mother.

Liam, you get ahold
of your friends

at that bloody resort.

I want to know every time
that elegant Black bastard

Alexander farts.
- Consider it done.

- And, Finn, you and Connor,
you call in all your favors.

You got me?
Am I clear?

I want to find
this fucking cunt,

and I don't care what it costs.

- Aye, Da.

- Where's Pop?

- He's upstairs in his room.
He passed out.

Sonya and Ma are with him.

- Passed out, why?
Ma, what's going on with Pop?

- How is he?

- His blood pressure
is sky-high.

And now he's trying
to not disappoint you.

- Disappoint me?
What do you mean?

- The sale of HEAT, honey.
It has your father in turmoil.

I need for you
to go talk to him.

- Ma, look, Pop knows
that if selling HEAT

is going to help this family,
he could just do it.

What is the problem?

- Honey, he's not gonna do it
without your blessing.

It's not his to sell.
It's yours.

- I understand, okay.

- Look.
- I know what to do.

Listen, all right?
I'm gonna go talk to him.

I need you to calm down.
He's going to be fine.

He's been through worse, right?
Hmm?

- He just looks so--
- He's gonna be fine.

- Thank you, baby.
- I love you.

- I love you too.
- Okay.

- Thank you.

- He's gonna be fine,
all right?

Just everybody relax.

- Do you want me
to take the first leg,

or do you want to sleep?
- You drive first.

I want to take a nap before
getting behind the wheel,

especially since
we're hauling precious cargo.

- Easy, Rambo.

- Call Liam.
Tell him we're heading out.

- Oy, Liam, we're loaded up.
Move out.

- Good with that?
- Mm-hmm.

- All right, pretty boy.
Let's go.

- Fuck yeah.

- Dad, LC and Orlando Duncan.

- LC.

- Alexander.

- Welcome.
- Please, young man.

- So Mr. Duncan,

I am so glad you could
make it here in person.

I had heard
that you weren't feeling well.

- Now, I see
you're well-informed.

However, I wouldn't miss
this meeting

for anything in the world.
- Good, good.

It's good to know
that you and your family

have realized the potential

and the opportunity
that I am proposing.

- What exactly
are you proposing, Alexander?

Bernie was vague.

- Yeah, yeah,
that sounds like Bernie, huh?

Yeah, but to be fair to him,
I did not present to him

the, you know,
full magnitude of my offer.

- Ooh,
that's a mighty big word.

I hope your offer
has enough zeroes

to back it up.
- Yeah, about that.

How does was $1.5 billion
in Cora International stocks

and a seat on my board
of directors sound, hmm?

Plus, you can have control
of HEAT and FIRE's distribution

in North and South America.

- That's a very generous offer.

I'd be impressed
if I didn't already know

you have distribution in place.

- Now, now,
that's just a formality.

I mean, you don't really think
that I intended

for Alejandro Zunigia
and Juan Rodriguez

to run the operation, do you?

They will simply
have to report to you.

It's in their best interest
and mine.

- You make it sound so simple.

What makes you think
either of these men

will want to work for me?

- Who the fuck
cares what they want?

They'll do what they're told.

I mean, the two of them
are making far too much money,

and it was never my intention

to personally run
an illegal drug enterprise.

You know,
that job was always meant

for someone much more suited
to it like yourself, LC.

- Wait a minute.
Hold on.

So you just expect us
to do your dirty work

while you sit up
in some ivory palace

in Barcelona sipping champagne,
eating caviar?

We ain't no corner boys.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I know you're not, young man.

And I meant no disrespect.

I mean, I'm just saying,
you know, it's good that you

and your family realize
that working for a man like me

can open doors for you that you
never would have imagined.

- Working for you?
- Yeah.

I know, LC, you're not used
to having a boss, but, hey,

listen, I'm a fair man,
and you'll get used to it,

especially after
the dough starts rolling.

You know, that chump change
you're making now is nothing.

- Chump change.

You know, you said it twice,
so I have to ask,

what is it that you think
motivates me, Alexander?

Money?

- Is there anything else?

- How about family?

I could have all the money
in the world,

but I'd be nothing
without my family.

- LC, you are
missing the point.

- No, you're missing the point.

Look, I appreciate the offer
but I don't think it would be

a very profitable decision
on our part right now.

- Excuse me?

Did you--

did he just say
it wouldn't be profitable?

- That's what
the man just said.

- Uh-huh.

I just offered you
1.5 billion--

that's with that B again--
in Cora International stocks

and a seat on my board
of directors

all for a dead drug.

I don't think you understand

who's in the driver's seat
here, LC.

Vroom, vroom.

- I don't think I want to be
in the car while you driving.

I don't think you realize it,

but the wheels
are about to fall off.

- What the fuck does that mean?

- You're on a sinking ship,
Alexander.

Cora International stock
are dropping like a rock.

- What the fuck
is he talking about?

- In a shocking turn
of events in business news,

Cora Resorts, the brainchild
of billionaire Alexander Cora

has been barraged
by a labor walkout.

Cora International stocks
is down by 70% on the news.

- Now, that's what
I'm talking about.

- That's what
I'm talking about.

It's nice doing business
with you, gentlemen.

And if you'll excuse me,
I got a plane to catch.

And what do we say?

all: Salud.

- There we go.

- He's right.
Stocks are taking a beating.

- This is your doing, isn't it?

I hate this fucking game.
We're playing chess now, right?

Is that it?

Yeah, well, Cora Resorts
is just one entity, LC.

And as long as I've got FIRE,

I'll find another way
to wash that money.

And those stocks,
those stock prices

will be back up in no time.

In fact, I would suggest that
now may be a good time to buy.

- You know what?
I was thinking the same thing.

- Talk to me.
- Oh, hold on a second though.

- All transactions
have been completed.

Congratulations, Mr. Duncan.

- The word is we are in control
of the majority shares.

- Good.
It's done.

- I'm sorry,
I don't mean to be rude,

but being the host and all,
I really would like to know

who that was
you were talking to,

what the fuck
you were talking about,

and what is done.

- With your permission, Pop.
- By all means.

- We shorted your stocks,
and not only that,

but we, along with our partners
with all the money,

we just made
bought the majority share

of your company.
Forgive me again.

Better said,
your dwindling company.

You, your son,

and all your people
work for the Duncans.

- It's fucking bullshit.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

- You did your research
on me, Alexander.

You know
I'm not in the habit of lying.

- I still have FIRE.

And with it,
I can make billions.

And it won't take long.

- I hope that you aren't
depending on HEAT to do that.

Mm.

- What's HEAT
got to do with this?

- Alexander, you thought
you'd pull the wool

over our eyes,
and you almost did,

but we know.
You need HEAT to make FIRE.

- Nobody's working on this shit
in the morning now.

- Fuck.
- Let's go, let's go.

- Yeah.
- You guys got everything?

- Yeah, we got it all.

- All right.
- Mm-hmm.

- Junior, it's Rob.
How's it going?

- We're just about done here.

They ain't using
this shit again.

- Good, make sure you
remove all the hard drives.

Any sign of Brandi?
- Nah, she ain't here.

- She can't run forever.
Head to the plane.

- We're on our way.

Make sure you guys
get all the hard drives.

- We got 'em all.
- Hm.

- I'd say
we're just about done.

- I'd say we are.

- Let's get out of here.

- And we also know
that Brandi Robinson,

my former assistant,
was your chemist.

- Oh, and if
you're thinking about

using your buddy Bernie
to backdoor it,

I'd give that
a sentence thought.

- Yeah, what about it?
Oh, geez, then sell.

Sell it all.
What the fuck?

- Sounds like business is down.

- Charlotte, what is this?
- Save it.

You can't talk your way
out of this one, Bernie.

Your little
business arrangement

with Alexander Cora is over.

We know he's been using HEAT
to make FIRE.

- I--I see that.

Well, that's unfortunate

but it shouldn't
change things between us.

Why don't you sit down,
have a cup of coffee?

I'll explain.
- Shh, shh.

No explanation needed.

No witnesses.

- Ladies, ladies,
come on, please.

- What about the cameras?
- Rob will take care of that.

He's no Nevada,
but he'll get the job done.

- Okay.

- Cocktail?
- Yes.

- And what?
You think this is over?

- Yeah, it is for now.

You see, we've contacted most
of your business associates

to explain what's happening.

You're not a very popular man
with your stockholders,

Alexander, because most
of them seem happy

with the transfer of power.

As of right now,
you and your family...

You're out.

- Cora International
is a very complicated machine.

Who the fuck do you think

you're gonna get to replace me?

- Ta-da.
That would be me.

- And me.

- You see,
I can't think of two men

more suited for the job.

Juan here
is gonna run the resort

and continue distribution.

Demetri is gonna run
Cora International.

It's a win-win.

You see, these men
understand loyalty

and what a partnership is,

something I dare say
you never did, Alexander.

Isn't that right, Juan?
- That's right.

And I expect for you
to pack up your things

and you to be out of here
within 48 hours.

- Good, now that this is in
your gentleman's capable hands,

I have a wedding to attend.

- Can he do this shit?

- I take it things
didn't work out as planned.

- No, they've taken it, baby.

I don't know how they did it,

but they figured out a way
to take everything.

LC has been--

- I love you, Alexander.
You know that, right?

Right?

- Sure, baby.

- Yeah...

and I'm so sorry that you're
having such a bad day...

but if you don't tell me

where in the hell
my daughter is,

I'm going to shoot you.

- Baby.

- And if you even think
about opening your mouth

to tell me another damn lie,

don't 'cause I already know
that she's alive, yeah.

- God's honest, baby.
At this moment I have no idea.

But--but--but we are supposed
to meet on Sunday night.

- Meet?

You've been lying to me
for five years

about my daughter's death.

Five years I've grieved.

Oh, I should just kill
your trifling ass right now.

- Now, Dominique, listen to me.

You know that I would
never not tell you something

if it wasn't
for your own good, okay?

Listen, we had no other choice.
- And that's such bull.

And you definitely
always have a choice!

- Yeah, well,
normally that's true

but not in this case, baby.

In this case,
I had to fake her death

in order to save our lives.

- What in the hell
are you talking about?

- Sage fucked up.
She made a mistake, all right?

She made a mistake that put
this entire family in jeopardy.

I did not have time
to consult you.

I did not have time
to consult anybody, okay?

I made a decision, all right?

A decision
that I would gladly make again

because it saved the lives
of this entire family!

- We have to get back,

or we're gonna be late
for the wedding.

- I know.

It's just so beautiful

and peaceful here...

watching the sunrise
and being with you.

Thank you for this.

- We can come back...

But we have a wedding to attend

and...

- A murderer to catch.
- Mm-hmm.

- What are you
doing here, Aries?

- Looking for you.
Where you been at?

- Hiding under
a desk all night!

- Brandi, what the hell?

- I need to go away from here,
far away off this damn island.

Did you hear what happened?
Do you know who's here?

- The Duncans,
my dad and I met yesterday,

and it did not go well.
He's livid.

I'm stressed,
and this shit that you're doing

right now ain't helping me.
- Well, you should be stressed.

We need to get
the hell out of here, Aries.

- Will you stop?
Just stop!

This kind of thing happens
in business, Brandi, okay?

My dad will not allow LC Duncan

or anyone else to take
his business from him.

- Nobody gives a fuck about
your daddy's company, Aries.

Look, those people are killers

and they know
I'm involved with FIRE.

I've been warned once,
and I'm not sticking around

to be warned
a second time, okay?

Wow.

Brandi, you sound paranoid.

- You really
don't get it, do you?

Orlando Duncan is not stupid.

My life is on the line,
and yours is in danger too.

- Man, fuck Orlando Duncan!

I can't leave my father,
Brandi,

not while he's
dealing with this.

- Yes, you can.

You're just as smart of
a businessman as he is, Aries.

Look, and you've got me.

We can go somewhere together,

and we can start
our own empire, baby.

Look, we can do this.

- Fine.
Fuck it.

Let's go,
but once we're on our feet,

we're coming back
for my family.

- Okay.

- Let me grab some things,
all right?

- They not gon' get away
with this shit, babe.

The Duncans will not win.
I promise.

- Aries.
- Yeah, babe.

- Aries!
- Yeah, babe.

I'm ready.
Come on, let's go--

- Thinking of going
somewhere, boy?

Check his bag.

Easy.

- Nothing but clothes.

- Let's go, pretty boy.

- It's gonna be
all right, babe.

- Let's go.
That means you.

- Fuck you.

- Easy now, easy.
Let's go.

- Daddy's boy.
- Come on.

- Daddy's boy.

- You might want
to order room service.

- Is everything set?

- We arrived at 6:00 a.m.
as you instructed

and have secured
all the exits and entrances.

- Any sign of Xavier?

- No, not a peep,

but I guarantee he's not
getting into this building

unless he had
a full-body makeover.

- Our people will maintain
exterior security

and the doors
since we know Xavier.

You and your people
maintain interior security.

- Twins are inside.
It's all set.

- Sounds good.
Stay alert.

- Ah, look at these
beautiful ladies.

- Oh, wow.
- Hi, babies.

Bride to be.
- What's in your hand.

I have something for you.

- Is that--?

Mm-mm.
- Come on, don't make me cry.

- I can't wear that.
I can't wear that.

- You have to.

It's a Duncan woman tradition.

Oh girl, don't worry.

She's gon' take it back
and give it to the next bride.

- We all know
who that's gonna be.

- Oh, don't look at me.
- Well, don't look at me.

I ain't gonna get married.
- I hope it's me.

If I get my hands on Curtis,

I might be
the next Mrs. Duncan.

- Okay, okay, I like that.

- Yeah?
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Oh, my God.

- Would you hold this
for me, darling?

- Sure.
- Wow.

Oh, my my.

- How beautiful this
looks on you, my darling.

- You all have worn this.
I saw your pictures.

- Yes, we have.
There you go.

Yeah?
- Yes, oh.

- Okay.

- Don't you mess up
this makeup!

- Okay, makeup, makeup, makeup.
Okay.

- Where's my drink?
- Give me a kiss.

Give me a kiss.

- Hey.

- My handsome husband.

God knows
no one wears a tuxedo

better than you,
Luvernious Duncan.

- My beautiful wife,

you know how to wear a gown,

and I must admit

you know how to plan
one hell of a wedding.

- Oh, come on, LC.

You know you married
a woman of many talents.

- I did.
Best decision of my life.

- Mmm.
- Mm-mm-mm.

- Mm.
- Mmm.

- Death to the infidels.
Inshallah.

- How's it going?

- Surprisingly quiet,

but I have a feeling
he'll be here.

He wouldn't miss
this kind of opportunity.

- Yeah, I think you're right.
I'm gonna go check upstairs.

- Okay, I'll go this way.

- Oh.

- Wow, you ready?

- I'm a little nervous,
but I'm ready.

Thank you for this.

- You look beautiful.
- Thank you.

- Mr. Duncan, could you please

give us ten more minutes,
and she'll be ready.

- Oh, sure.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

- All right.
- Here we go.

- Are you ready for your veil?

- Yes.
- Okay.

- Okay.

- Look like I got here
just in time.

I told you I'll be
the only man you ever married.

Till death do us part.

I'ma make you
remember that part!

- Surprise, motherfucker!
Oh, please run.

I promised not to kill you
unless I had to,

but what you did
to your sister,

I just need half an excuse

to blow your
motherfucking head off.

- All right,
all right, all right,

I ain't looking
for no smoke, okay?

- Yeah, but I really
wish you were.

Hey, I got him!

- How the hell
did you get in here?

We had all the exits covered.

- You really don't think
I know how to operate, Elijah?

I snuck in last night.

Santa Claus
ain't got shit on me,

but your small, dumb ass

ain't think of that, did you?
Did you?

- Hey, hey!
Come on!

- I trusted you!

I trusted you,
and you killed him!

- Fuck your ass.
- I hate you, Xavier!

- Hey, man.

Yeah, it's about
to go down right now.

Mm-hmm.
Hold on one second.

Somebody wants to talk to you.

- I don't have time to talk
to anybody right now, man.

- Junior,
just take the damn phone.

- Yeah.

- Congratulations, big bro.

- Vegas.

- Just wanted
to give you a call

and give you my well-wishes

and let you know
that I'm proud of you, Junior.

- Thanks, brother.

I really wish
you could be here.

You know I mean that, right?
- Yeah, yeah.

But we'll get together
and celebrate soon enough.

You nervous?

- Hell yeah, I'm nervous.
What do you think?

- Well, don't be.
You love this woman, right?

So you got this, man.

- Thanks, brother.
I really appreciate it.

- I love you,
and I meant what I said.

I'm proud of you Junior.

- I love you too, Vegas.

- Fucking shit!

- Shut up.

- Lounging here like a bitch!
- Shut up.

Keep moving.
- You can't hold me!

You can't hold me!

- Good job, Brother Curtis.
- Thank you.

So is he heading to prison?

- No, no prison.

He needs to be in one
of our finer institutions.

- Yeah.

I know a place in Pennsylvania
called Fresh Meadows.

Be perfect for him.

- Hmm.
I'll give it some thought.

- Thanks.

- Curtis.
- Nef.

If it isn't the one
who stole my heart.

- You never left my heart.

Good to see you again.

- Due to safety reasons,
the real Duncan wedding

was moved
to a different location.

- You look great in your dress.

- You would wear white.

- Of course.

- It's over.
- It is?

- Yeah,
Brother X is in custody.

- But where is London?

- Guns were pointed,
and then I--

- Baby, take her--
would you deal with this?

I can understand
shit she's saying.

- Okay, calm down.
Breathe, all right.

Now, what's happening
with Aries?

Who has him and where is he?

- Okay, we were leaving out,

and then the next thing I know,
it was--

it was two white guys
with red hair.

They had guns pointed at us,

and then they grabbed him
and they took him.

- Stop.

Two white boys, red hair?

- Yes.
- We know exactly who they are.

So I guess your bad day
just got worse.

Now the damn the McClouds
have our son.

Thanks to you, Alexander.
Thank you.

- It's me.

- Hey, I thought you said
you wouldn't call

unless there was an emergency.

- This is an emergency.
They have Aries.

- What are you talking about?
What happened to Aries?

- I don't know, Sage.

Brandi just came in
and told us something about--

- Sagittarius?
- Mom?

- Yeah, this is your mother.

- Mama, I--I--

- Look, I don't have time
for a long, drawn-out apology.

We need to find your brother.
He needs us now.

- Okay, I--I'll be there
tomorrow night.

Fuck.

- Ugh.

- I wouldn't do that, lass.

- Put the fucking gun down.
Are you crazy?

- Let's go.
Keep moving.

- You're playing
with the wrong one.

- Shut up.
- Shut up.

- I'm telling you, bro.

- Over here.
Get in there.

- Good morning.
Who do we have here?

- I have a Charles Brown
for intake to your facility.

- Mm-hmm.
Yes, I know.

We've been expecting him.
Do you have paperwork?

- I do.

- Everything okay?

- Looks like
everything is in order.

Dennis, can you take
Mr. Brown to the back?

- Are you sure
about that, ma'am?

This guy is dangerous,

and you're gonna need more
than one person to handle him.

- I appreciate your concern,
but we know our jobs.

Dennis is more than capable of
taking Mr. Brown to the back.

- Okay.
Can't say we didn't warn you.

- Okay.
- Officer.

- Like I said, Dennis, can you
take Mr. Brown in room 207?

I believe our director would
want to see him personally.

- I wanna see you.
- We'll take it from here.

- You ain't supposed
to be touching me, yo.

Thought I was supposed
to be going to--

- Pick a hole.
- What the fuck is--

- Get your ass down.
- I want my lawyer!

I want my lawyer!

- Man, did you see what
that receptionist is wearing?

- Ain't none
of my damn business.

You gotta be crazy
to work at a crazy house.

- Say less.
- Let's go

- Yo, this is not--

yo, this ain't--this is
not the fucking protocol.

Telling you,
gonna stop touching me.

Stop.
- Sit your ass down.

Now you one of them hard boys,
ain't you?

- Yeah, I must be.
But you know what?

I know the rules
and all of the HIPAA laws.

- Oh, you do?
- Yeah, damn skippy.

And you know what?

You can't do shit
about it, fat boy.

- Motherfucker, do you know
who the fuck I am?

I'ma tear your motherfucking
head off, motherfucker!

- Hey.

- Don't you know I'm the
craziest motherfucker in here?

- Dennis.
- I'ma choke your ass!

- Hey!

The fuck is wrong with you?
Get off the man's neck.

This shit stops now.

- I can't afford
for you to kill

any more patients, man,
especially this one.

- I'm sorry,
but he called me fat.

- Well, he won't be
calling you fat anymore.

Isn't that right, Xavier?

- What the fuck y'all
got going on around here?

- Dennis is extremely sensitive
about his weight.

And your ass is extremely lucky
that I walked in that door

when I did, or he would have
taken your fucking life.

- And you was just gonna
let him do that bullshit, huh?

- Unless you were cooperating.

- So...

I hear you've been having
problems with the Duncans.

I might be able
to help you out with that, bro.