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- Who the hell was that? - It had to be Niles.

Niles tried to kill us?

- If he wanted us dead at this range, we'd be dead.

- My whole marriage is falling apart.

I think it's time.

- Ooh, I guess it's, uh, time you start to learn

the story behind all this.

Don't drop by unannounced.

- Junior, are you serious? Like, come on.

- I got a Google alert on that guy

Brandon you've been looking for.

- What's it say? - He's dead.

What is this all about?

- Oh, come now, Brother Minister.

We all agreed it was time for me to make my bones, remember?

You are the traitor.

Mm.

Good morning, beautiful.

Good morning.

Last night was incredible.

- Last night, the night before, the night before that.

I must say, it always is.

All of the above.

Mm-hmm. Oh!

Get over here.

Hmm.

So what do you have planned for today?

I was thinking maybe we can go rollerblading.

Mm, baby.

I wish I could, but I can't.

I got an early training session this morning.

Finally getting this kid in fighting shape.

I-- it's like I don't want to lose momentum.

You know?

He's almost where he needs to be.

Mm.

Well, perhaps I can persuade you--

Oh.

- --to stay because I think we got a couple more rounds in us.

Mm.

You're not training to fight.

- I know, I know, but this guy is, like,

a-- almost like a project that I promised

my daddy that I'd get through. - Mm-hmm.

- And he just has a couple more sessions.

Then he gonna be ready to take on the world.

Will you stop?

You bad.

OK.

Only because you promised your daddy.

I did. I did.

I appreciate you, though.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-mm. - It's Cornelius.

Who is it? - It's me.

I knew it.

Come on, man.

I got a delivery for Paris.

- What, you order me some breakfast?

No, I--

I don't want those.

You're kidding me.

Flowers?

Hey, give me-- give me a minute.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go, go, go.

Hey, you got somebody sending flowers

to my motherfucking house?

- First of all, watch your motherfucking tone.

I am not your girlfriend or one of your groupies.

Second, like I said, nobody knows I'm here.

- Then who the hell sent the flowers?

Paris, who sent these?

- I think I might have a stalker.

And he followed me here.

Well, then, say that.

You got a stalker, all right?

That's something I can relate to.

You want me to call the cops?

No.

OK, I guess not.

You're walking around with heat like that?

Hey, yo, chill.

What you doing with that?

- Look, I didn't mean to bring no trouble around you,

and I can leave if you want me to.

No, no, no.

You ain't got to leave, OK?

I'm just-- I had my fair share of stalkers.

All right?

But just to be on the safe side,

I'm gonna have Darnell maybe call some of his boys

down from Brooklyn just to add a little extra security, OK?

And you ain't gotta walk around with a fucking

gun in your purse.

What you think about that?

- Thank you. - Yeah.

But I'm good.

You're good?

Yeah.

OK.

I'm gonna talk to Darnell.

You have no fucking idea.

- Another young soul taken by the violence of the streets.

When is it going to stop?

Huh?

When is it going to stop?

Sister Adams is here mourning the loss of her baby boy.

She needs us right now.

Let the church say amen.

Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

- Let the church say amen again.

Amen.

- I've known Brandon since he was a little boy.

And of all the children, I thought I

would see him get to grow old.

God makes no mistakes.

And no matter what reason--

we may not know--

He called him back home.

- Amen. - Amen.

Oh, my God.

What the fuck is he doing here?

- Hey, sis, you can't talk like that in church!

I don't care!

What is he doing here?

Why would he come here?

- I just came to pay my respects,

say goodbye to Brandon.

He was my best friend.

Oh, I bet. I bet.

I bet you're glad it's him in there, not you!

Ms. Jackson.

- Why would he come here?

It wasn't my fault!

It's not your fault, huh?

My baby's laying in there, and not you!

- It wasn't my fault. - Stop.

- Get him out of here! Get him out of here!

LoJack, get him out of here.

Get him out of here, LoJack.

Get him out of here!

Here you go.

Oh, thank you so much.

Thank you.

Yeah.

- You know you're in trouble, right?

Of course I know.

Thank you.

That's why you love me, Junior.

Remember when we, uh--

let me know when you're ready to go back to my room.

- Let me just finish up my conversation

with my business associate.

We will do just that.

Don't be too long.

- Now, you know too much of that will kill you.

You know that, right?

- Well, I guess I'm ready to die.

Hold on a second.

Hello, my love.

Hello, handsome.

Where are you?

- I'm here with Junior at the Hellfire Club, having a drink,

enjoying the buffet.

- Well, I hope that buffet is the only thing you're enjoying.

- Ah, that's the only reason why I come here.

Where are you?

We just landed.

Donna and I decided to come down for a spa day

after she took care of that little problem

we were having with Brother Minister.

- Oh, good. How's she holding up?

She is absolutely fine.

She's one of us now.

- You're making a mistake, all of you.

You've been blinded by the influence

of that white devil, Antonio.

You, his bedmaiden, blinded by his seduction and money.

And you, blinded by your desire for power.

Can't you see that he's using you?

Hmm?

Open your eyes.

And look at what you're doing, sister.

- What I am doing is what has to be done for me and my son.

Your son.

Your son is just an excuse.

You do this out of lust and a desire for power,

and it will not bode well for you.

Allah will not be pleased with this.

And neither will those who hold me in high regard.

I implore you.

Think.

Don't think.

Just pull the trigger.

May Allah forgive you.

- Maybe you should have called Jesus.

He might have saved you.

Good job. Good job.

Now shoot him again.

Just one more time.

- Well, that is, uh, excellent news.

Thank you for letting me know.

I will see you at the house.

I'll be waiting.

So don't get any ideas while you're at the Hellfire Club.

- With a woman like you waiting at home for me,

I'd be a fool's ass.

Good-bye.

- Well, Junior, it looks like a toast is in order.

A toast?

Yep.

I just got word that your mother has made her bones.

Junior, I could see that this news is bittersweet for you,

but it had to happen.

And you can't go back.

And what your mother did just proves her place.

And I believe that she's just started a war.

Salud.

You and me.

What the fuck was that?

What was what?

- I told your ass to stay away from my family,

especially Brandon.

- I didn't know that was going to happen.

You acted like I wanted him to die.

- Would he be dead if he wasn't fucking with you?

Huh? Huh?

That's what I thought.

Now you take your ass and you get the fuck out of here.

My sister's had enough.

- So you're saying I can't pay my last respects?

Brandon was my best friend.

And I'm the one who found him like that!

Nah, you can't here.

You can send your last wishes when we put him in the ground,

when everybody else is gone.

It's just fucked up, LoJack.

- Yeah, well, so is my nephew being dead,

Roman.

Fuck.

- What's up, baby? - Hi.

You know I like that.

Luvernious Duncan Jr.!

Have you lost your damn mind?

Ignoring my calls, not returning my texts,

and refusing to see me is one thing.

But this shit?

This shit is disrespectful!

I didn't--

We are still married.

I didn't post that.

- I know because your whore did.

And then she tagged you so everyone could see.

Did you post a picture of us?

Oops.

I thought it went to my private page.

- Bitch, get away. - Oh, wait, chill!

Look here.

I'm not going anywhere.

You know what, bitch?

You can choose to walk away, or you can

choose to limp away by force.

Pick one. Pick one, bitch.

Please give us a moment.

Please, please.

Move, bitch!

- OK, she's gone. Can you leave now?

Leave?

No, I came here to talk to you!

- This isn't a place for a conversation,

and I really don't have time right now.

- Hey there, Junior, do me a favor.

Take your wife outside.

Calm her down.

What are you, my daddy?

- No, but we can call him if you'd like.

Ooh.

But then, again--

--you've been enough of an embarrassment lately--

Tell me about it.

- --that he wouldn't even give a shit.

Me la.

So what I want you to do

is take wifey

and get the hell out the club.

And that's not a fucking suggestion either.

And do it politely.

- I suggest you mind your goddamn business.

And the only reason why I'm leaving

is because I don't want to make a scene in here.

Too late for that.

Pendejo.

Qué tú dijiste, cabrón?

- Sit your simple ass down, before I make change.

Hey, Juanito, cálmate.

- Let's go. Let's go.

Hell yeah, you come on.

Bring your ass out here.

Take it easy.

Get a drink.

Everybody, let's relax.

- What was she thinking coming up in here

like she owns the place?

Can't believe it.

Well, believe this.

You're fucking fired.

What?

You heard me.

You see, we don't do messy around here.

And you, sweetheart, you're a messy bitch.

Ramon!

Help me take this trash out of here.

I hope you're satisfied.

You really embarrassed me in there.

Embarrassed you?

Yeah.

Motherfucker, how dare you?

How dare you suggest that I'm doing something wrong when

all I do is love you, Junior?

Is that what you call it?

- You damn right that's what I call it.

And it's not being reciprocated,

and it's a problem.

But let's talk about embarrassment,

because you've been embarrassing

me for a few months now.

- I told you I didn't take that pic.

And she told you.

No, no, no, no, no.

- I told you I didn't take that pic.

Uh-uh!

You've been embarrassing me for a few months,

and today you took it too fucking far.

It's not about no damn picture.

You're a married man, Junior.

What are you doing here?

Why? Huh?

A fucking brothel?

Really?

- You know that I have business associates in there, Sonya.

You've taken this too far.

Oh, I did?

I'm taking it too far, huh?

What do you want, Junior?

What do you want from me?

What do you need from me, huh?

I need you to tell me 'cause I don't know.

What do you want?

I can't do this by myself!

I love you.

- I just need a little bit of space so I can breathe.

Can you do that for me?

- Give you some fucking space to come here?

This what you do with your space?

This what you want space to do, Junior?

Bet.

I'm gonna give you your space.

I'm gonna give you just that.

I'm not gonna call you.

I'm not gonna text you.

I'm not gonna do a damn thing.

Oh, leave me alone.

Good fucking bye.

- Hey, Tío Juan. Qué pasa?

- Hey, Nevada. How are you doing?

Good, good.

Hey, you see my mom somewhere?

- No, I was too busy dealing with your Uncle

Junior and Aunt Sonya.

And let me tell you something.

Those two are a fucking mess.

- Wait, you're telling me that Aunt Sonya's here?

Was here.

And trust me.

It wasn't a happy exchange between the both of them.

Come on.

Are you ready?

- Baby, I'm born ready. You know that.

Mm-hmm.

Uncle Junior.

What?

You're judging me, too?

I'm not here to judge you.

Truth is, I feel sorry for you.

Excuse us for a second.

You feel sorry for me?

Listen up.

What I do here is none of your business.

Do you understand me?

- I'm not talking about your illicit interactions

that you've been having here, cheating on your wife.

I'm talking about you, period.

- You better chill before I have a conversation

with your mother.

I'm sure this isn't how she wants to conduct business.

- Oh, you can have all the conversations with her

that you want, because right now,

I'm just here speaking truth.

OK?

So you've been wildin' out and acting

like you're the only one who's hurting, but you are not.

And it's not fair to Aunt Sonya or anyone else.

- You think it is fair that they

kept the identity of my real mother away from me

and didn't say shit?

You know what?

You're just a kid.

I don't even know why I'm arguing with you.

- Don't you dare turn your back on me, hypocrite.

Hypocrite?

You better watch your tongue and your tone.

Why?

You understand me?

- Because once again, the truth hurts?

Or did you forget that y'all did the exact same thing to me?

You knew my mom was alive, but did you tell me that?

- No, but Nevada, you were just a kid.

- So that's your justification then?

Because that don't make it hurt any less.

You know, the first memory I have of my mother

is when she bust through our doors with her minions

and pointed guns at our heads.

So that whole excuse you got about how

no one understands how you're feeling,

that don't fly with me.

So get your shit together, man.

You said it yourself.

I was just a kid, and I got my shit together.

So where's your excuse?

Family needs you, man.

And I'm not just talking about Aunt Donna.

You have a wife, Uncle Junior.

Let me relax you.

Not right now.

Give me a second.

OK.

- Yes, I was referred by Dr. Dawson.

Uh-huh, and I'll take your first available.

OK.

Now, I can terminate up to 16 weeks, right?

Yes, I understand.

OK.

Yes, Thursday at 3:00 is fine.

Thank you so much.

OK.

Have a good day.

Bye-bye.

Oh, hey.

All right, Sonya.

Are you pregnant?

And does Junior know?

No, he doesn't.

And neither does anyone else.

Look, it's my business, and I want to keep it that way, OK?

Let me ask you this.

Why don't you want anybody to know?

- Because, like I said, London, it's my business.

And besides, there may not be anything

for anybody to know about.

Oh, hold up now.

We don't do that around here.

- Wait, it's my body, and it's my choice.

And I'm choosing not to tell anyone.

Now, I need you to respect my decision,

just the way you are respecting Junior's to be left alone.

All right, Sonya.

I can respect that.

But I want you to know that if you do need anything, I'm here.

- You know, the one thing I need, London, is for you

to keep your mouth closed.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

We're here for you.

Thank you, baby.

Excuse me.

You.

What the hell are you doing here?

- Look, I just came to pay my respects, that's all.

Your respects?

Your respects?

My baby's in the coffin in there,

and you probably had something to do with it.

- No, I didn't. I swear.

- Excuse me. He didn't know.

What?

I know him, sis.

This is Rio Duncan.

I know his whole family, sis.

- Then how come he's been stalking Brandon?

- Because Brandon and Roman were the ones who carjacked him

and his mother in the first place.

All right.

Well, my baby's in there dead, so you

can just get the hell on.

LoJack, I'm really sorry.

- I ain't even trying to hear all that.

All right?

Now, you want to find the motherfucker that put the gun

in your face, then the person you need to be looking for

is Roman Johnson.

And I hope you find his ass.

Yo, what's up?

- Nevada, I need you to find a Roman Johnson and his address.

Who's that?

- That's the name of the other carjacker.

OK, give me a sec.

- Let me see what you got over there.

All right, let's go around.

Oh, no, time's up.

- OK, so we passed. - Yeah.

Let me see.

I-- I got him.

He lives in Brooklyn, and I can send you his info right now.

- Thanks, Nevada. I got it.

Hey.

Mm.

How was it?

How was what?

The funeral.

Oh, girl.

It was sad as expected.

God, Brandon was so young.

It was horrible seeing him like that.

I'm just glad his mama was able to have an open casket.

Was Roman there?

- Yeah, he stopped by, but they asked him to leave.

Why?

- Because Brandon's mother thinks Roman

had something to do with it.

- He ain't had nothing to do with it.

I don't know.

- Those two were as thick as thieves, like brothers almost.

Mm-hmm.

Speaking of brothers--

What?

Spit it out.

- I saw him at the repass.

Saw who?

- The other baby boy, Roman's brother.

You're lying.

I ain't lying.

God as my witness.

He was there.

How-- how does he look?

Is he healthy?

Does he look like a Roman?

- They favor, and he's handsome like Roman.

But girl, he had some funky pink hairdo.

Pink?

- Yeah. I think he might be gay.

- Well, that's all right, as long as he's healthy.

Yeah.

Well, he seemed to be doing fine, but, girl,

the boy was shocked, dressed to the nines.

He was?

Yeah, he was.

I wish I could see him.

I know you do.

But look, what we need to be worried about

is getting you the hell out of this hospital, OK?

Now, what's wrong with your hair?

You got a comb in here?

Let me do something to your hair.

Grandpa.

Hey there, sweetheart.

Breakfast is ready.

- Good. Tell them I'll be right down.

- All right. 'Cause Grandma told

me to tell you to hurry up.

Hello?

LC, good morning.

Did I catch you at a good time to chat?

- Yes, this is, uh, a good time.

I wasn't expecting your call so soon.

It's funny.

I wasn't expecting to call you back this soon either,

but our mutual friend is ready to assist.

Well, that's good to hear.

And how much is this assistance going to cost me?

- I really think we shouldn't talk

about that over the phone, LC.

But I can assure you it's not going to be cheap.

Besides, it'll be well worth it once everything

works in your favor.

Don't you think?

- Well, it'd be one hell of a monkey off my back,

that's for sure.

Listen, Christopher, I appreciate your work on this.

I know it wasn't an easy task.

No, it was definitely a risk.

But like you said, the only way to fight the government

is with the government.

- Yeah, well, that's exactly right.

- So I'll give you a call in a few days

when I'm back in New York so we can arrange payment.

Until then, you and your family need to lay low.

There's no need to poke the bear until it's

officially in the trap.

I understand.

Thanks again for your help, Chris.

Thank you, LC.

Pancakes.

Mm.

Mm, pancakes.

Can I have one?

You sure can, baby.

- Grandma makes the best pancakes.

They're nice and crispy on the outside, just how I like 'em.

Yeah.

All right, let's, uh--

let's say our blessing.

Right.

- Heavenly Father, we thank you for the food

we're about to receive.

We ask you bless the hands that prepared it.

And, Father, let us never forget

the little animals who took a bullet to the head

so we could eat.

Again?

Go ahead, LC.

- And, Father, always bless this family.

So, Amen.

Amen.

So where is everybody?

- Well, Paris had an overnight bag last night, so

ain't no telling where she's at.

Uncle Rio is still asleep,

and I got no idea where Uncle Orlando or my dad are.

- Well, uh, they rushed out of here yesterday,

and I have not heard hide or hair from them.

Mm.

- That's, um, a little strange, don't you think?

- Yeah, especially since Vincent just got here,

and he's been asking for his father every 10 minutes.

Can I have some bacon?

Yes, you can, baby.

And I just-- it just surprises me that Orlando

has not called at all.

And Sonya had to show me how to administer his medicine

before he went to bed.

So I hope everything is all right.

- Yeah. I'm sure it's fine.

Listen, I'll, uh--

I'll give them a call after we finish eating.

I've been planning to talk to both of them anyway.

OK.

Baby, here.

Hand me your plate.

Roman Johnson.

This dude has the nerve to have the exact same birthday as me?

Motherfucker.

- Hey, I don't think they're home.

Oh, no?

Huh?

Who are you looking for?

Miss Coretta or Miss Margaret?

No, I'm looking for Roman.

Oh.

He's probably over at King County Hospital.

Hospital?

He's sick?

No, no.

His mama, Miss Margaret, she's real sick.

Roman's probably over there with his Aunt Coretta.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you for letting me know.

- Hey, if you happen to go over there,

would you tell him I'm praying for Miss Margaret?

Heaven knows that boy loves his mom.

I don't know what he'd do if anything happened to her.

I will.

Miss Margaret?

Mm.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to wake you.

I just-- I was looking for--

You're him.

My sister said that you looked like Roman.

And you do.

Do you know me?

Since the day you were born.

Wait.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry.

I should have kept you together.

Kept who together?

You and your brother.

My brother?

Yes, my Roman.

He's your brother.

Roman's my brother?

Miss Margaret.

Miss Margaret, are you all right?

Miss Margaret.

- You're going to need to leave.

- Why? What's wrong?

I need to sedate her.

You OK? What did you say to her?

I-- I didn't say anything.

It's what she said.

- Well, you're going to have to leave.

He can't be my brother.

What the hell is she talking about?

I have my brothers.

I got three of them.

- Hello? - Ma.

Hey, Rio.

Listen, I don't have time to talk right now.

Sonya came in, and she's all upset.

And I have to deal with it. - Ma.

OK. What's up?

- You know how everybody always says

that I don't look like anyone else in the family?

What?

Rio, come on now.

Look, everybody was playing with you.

No one is saying-- they only said that because of your hair,

not because of the way you look.

No, no, I'm serious, Mom.

Am I adopted?

Rio, no, you're not adopted.

Oh, good Lord.

Darling, I don't have time for this right now.

OK? You are not adopted.

I repeat, you are not adopted.

Stop playing with me, boy.

Yeah, sure. OK.

- Oh-- You know what?

I will talk to you later about this.

I love you.

Come on, Paris.

Damn.

You sure about this, Mariah?

Nobody's here. - I'm positive.

Let's just give it a second.

Hey.

He's here. - Oh, hell no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Wait here. I'ma be just a second.

I promise.

- Come on, Mariah. - Please, Curtis?

A'ight.

OK.

Real quick.

- Look at my baby. You found me.

Oh, you remembered.

How could I forget?

You sang the same rhyme to me every night when I was a baby.

"I love you a bushel and a peck,

a bushel and a peck..."

- And a hug around the neck. Mm!

All right, baby, listen to me. Sit here.

- OK. - OK.

Now, are you sure you can trust Curtis?

I mean,

Daddy, Curtis and Nevada are the only people I can trust.

- Yeah, well, I don't know about Nevada.

But, sweetheart, listen to me.

I may be moving away after this, OK?

Moving away?

Daddy, me and MiMi miss you.

- And I miss you too, baby, and I love you.

But Daddy needs to lay low.

I need to be off the radar for a while, OK?

Why?

- Because there are some bad people after your dad, OK?

Really, really bad.

You understand?

OK.

Well...

maybe Grandpa can help you.

I mean-- - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Sweetheart, no.

That's not a good idea.

As a matter of fact, no one must know

that you saw me, OK?

It's really important, you understand?

No one must know that you saw me, all right?

The only reason I showed up is, look,

I heard you was having a hard time

with me being away, and I just wanted to assure you

that I'm OK

and that I love you guys with all my heart.

- Who told you I was having a hard time?

Was it Mama?

No, sweetheart. Listen.

I still have resources at the house looking out for me.

Now, just know that I love you, OK?

- I love you too. A bushel and a peck.

And a hug around the neck.

Baby, look, you gotta go. You gotta go.

And don't forget, you never saw me.

- Right. - Be strong.

- What the hell is she doing here?

Hey, Junior.

Hey, M-- hello.

What are you doing here?

- We need to speak face-to-face,

just the two of us.

There's something I need to tell you.

Now you want to talk?

You've had over 30 years to do that, and you didn't.

Honestly, Junior.

This is not important right now.

Not important to who?

Because, believe it or not, learning that you've

been lied to your whole life, that's

pretty damn important to me.

But you know what?

No one seems to care.

Honey, we--

Don't. Don't.

I don't want to be touched.

Fine.

I will not touch you.

You don't even have to talk.

What you will do is respect me enough to stand here and listen

to what I got to say to you.

Now, I did not come here to offer you

an excuse or an explanation or even an apology for what

your father, Donna, and I did to you.

All that will come later when it's time.

Don't speak for my mother.

She already told me what was done to her.

- Yeah, well, based on your actions the last few weeks,

I'm sure she didn't share the entire story.

She always manipulates the facts so she is the victim.

- The only victim in all of this is me.

- You see, that's where you're wrong.

You're not the only victim here.

- Who else, other than me, is affected by all of this shit?

And please don't tell me it's you or LC.

Your father and I are fine.

But your wife, on the other hand, is devastated.

And there's something that you should know.

Yeah, what?

I think Sonya's pregnant.

What?

Say Sonya's what?

Sonya is pregnant.

And while you are around here processing

on what we did to you and choosing to be a victim,

your unborn child is the one that's

going to suffer the most.

And Junior--

Yeah.

- --we still love you very much.

I got it!

Oh, shit.

- That was nice! - You're getting better.

I gotta get into it.

Hey, yo, we got company.

Rio, you made it.

Hi.

Darnell, he's good.

Cool.

Yeah, I'm good. - Ri.

What?

This is Bobby.

Bobby, this is my brother, Rio.

Oh, this is your brother?

What is happening, Brother Rio?

Hey.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, Bobby the Beast Boy.

All day, every day.

Listen, baby, I got to go work out that kid I was

telling you about, all right? - OK.

- I'll see you later. Take that.

Rio, nice to meet you.

Yeah, nice to meet you, too.

Let's get it.

Dig.

- Bobby the Beast Boy? - Mm-hmm.

- Really, Paris? What the hell?

Isn't he engaged? - I don't know.

And I don't care.

OK?

I am just hiding out here until I can figure

out this Niles bullshit.

So, what's going on?

What's your emergency?

Let me ask you something.

What's up?

Do you think I'm adopted?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

I've been telling you that since you were born.

Look at your head.

Seriously, Paris.

I mean, we're identical twins, but we don't look alike.

- Because we're fraternal, stupid.

I mean, and we do look alike.

Rio, what is this all about?

I have an emergency of my own that I'm

dealing with right now.

- I found the guys that carjacked me and Mom.

- I thought we said that we were going to leave that alone.

You said that, not me.

Ri.

- Anyways, one of the guys, Brandon, he's dead.

But the other guy, Roman, I couldn't find him,

but I found his mother.

Her name is Margaret, and she's in the hospital.

She's terminally ill, but I was able to talk to her.

She says that Roman is my brother,

and that she regrets splitting us up before we were born.

- Rio, that doesn't make any sense.

- Neither does the fact that I don't look like anyone else

in this family, or the fact that everyone

is so gangster as fuck.

I'm just--

And you're gangster as fuck.

You literally just told me that you went after the guys

that tried to carjack you.

OK, Rio, promise me this.

You will not go after this man, Roman.

Let me deal with the shit that I'm going through right now.

And I promise you, I will have your back.

I will help you.

I mean, it isn't unthinkable.

Look at what's happening with Junior right now.

OK, um, you said the woman is terminally ill, right?

Maybe she's just high off of the drugs that they give her.

No, Paris.

She looked like she was just about to make

her last confession, before she made her last breath.

God, I'm just feeling like Junior right now.

I can't do this.

OK, whoa, whoa.

Rio, don't do anything stupid.

I'm not.

But I am going to talk to the one person who's

going to know the truth--

Mom.

- Clear! - Try again.

Try again. - Stay with us, Margaret.

- Clear. - Excuse me!

Excuse me! - Come on, Margaret.

Come on, Margaret.

- I'm not giving up on you, Margaret.

- One more time. One more time.

Clear!

- Mama, Mama, Mama, keep fighting.

Mama, come on.

Mama.

I love you, Mama.

Cut it.

Cut it, cut it, cut it.

- Action! - Turn the lights on.