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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.