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- Previously on "The Family Business"...

- Playtime's over, Junior. You're about to be a father.

As far as I'm concerned,

Junior doesn't deserve to know anything about this baby.

- Someone's been sending me Ecuadorian blue roses,

and I want to know who sent them.

I think I might have a stalker and he followed me here.

Get the fuck out the car.

- Just raise your hands and get out of the car.

Roman is your brother.

- The boys are missing. - L.C., what did you do?

- I ain't going anywhere, Tommy.

My daddy is dead, and the killers are here.

- I'll be out with those boys shortly.

Right this way, Senator.

- I was afraid it might come to this.

Now the chickens are coming home to roost.

Gone.

- Good luck, gentlemen. You owe me one.

- What the fuck do you think that was about?

Why did he let us go?

- I don't know, and I don't care.

You hear those dogs?

- Yeah. - Let's go.

Fuck.

Yes, sir.

- Hey, look, now, the fog's coming in all the way.

- We going to have a roping party or what, Senator?

I'd like to say yes, Billy,

but our illustrious sheriff, Tommy Franks here,

let them sumbitches go!

- What the fuck, Tommy? Are you kidding me?

You let my daddy's killers go?

Maybe we should string you up, you sumbitch.

- All right, settle down, folks.

Settle down.

All is not lost yet.

Might be a way to have some fun with all this.

Yeah!

- Hell, yeah, that seems like a good fair.

- Yeah, now, Tommy here has his deputies

blocking all roads coming in and out

of the county most likely.

Those boys are on foot,

so they couldn't have gotten but so far.

I am declaring

open season on Duncans

and placing a $20,000 bounty

on each one of their heads!

You serious, Senator?

- You're damn right I'm serious.

What are you all standing around for?

Go get them!

Uh, Senator, um...

Maybe you ought to just let me and my deputies

take care of this.

You mean like you took care of it before, Tommy?

No, I think I'll let those folks take care of it.

Oh...

it's about time we went back to the old way of doing things.

Yeah.

Fuck that politically correct shit.

- Wait, wait. Wait, hang back.

- Look, look, look, look. You think that's our way out?

- It could be, but it could be our funeral.

Take a closer look.

That is not help.

Let's go.

- KD, where the fuck are my sons?

I wired you $100,000 to get them out of there.

- And I gave the money to the only person who could do that.

Now let's just hope that Roscoe dropped them off

where he promised they would, because Tommy and the senator

got half the county looking for them,

and they're fixing to have a rope party before midnight.

Oh, fuck.

Thank you.

Sorry about the mess.

Roman and I spent most of the time at the hospital.

Ugh.

Hey, look, you were awfully quiet in the car.

I'm sure you got a lot of questions you want to ask me

before Roman gets here.

"A lot" is an understatement.

I don't even know where to begin asking questions.

So does he know? Does Roman know we're brothers?

No, we never told him.

Probably would have hated us if we did.

My entire life...

Paris has been my twin.

I can't even think of a time where she wasn't by my side.

I mean, she's more than my sister.

She's my other half.

- Rio, look, I get that you're mad at me,

but you know I hate it when you ignore me.

Call me, or at least text me so we can talk

about this whole Margaret bullshit.

So Rio still ain't answering?

- No, which means you know he's in his feelings.

He'll be all right.

It ain't like y'all don't do this shit all the time.

- That's true, but I don't know.

This feels different.

I'm worried that he's really starting to believe

this lady's bullshit about being his mom.

- Look, I was there the day y'all was born.

So, whatever this lady is selling,

I'm not buying that shit. - Yeah, neither am I.

But you know Rio and his gullible ass, so...

All right, so what's the latest with Niles?

- Well, I sent the security footage of the flower shop

to Little Vegas. - Mm-hmm.

- Say he going to hop on it first thing in the morning.

- Okay, cool, 'cause the quicker we find out

who ordered those flowers, the quicker we can catch him.

Bet.

I can't believe...

we're not siblings.

I'm--I'm not a Duncan. - Oh, no, no, baby.

You are a Duncan. You are.

And Paris is just as much your sister

as Roman is your brother.

Okay I'm totally confused.

Yeah, I guess you would be.

Um, before you kids were born...

Margaret worked as a nurse in Labor and Delivery.

It was her dream job, and she loved it.

During one of her late-night shifts,

uh, one of her patients was a well-off Black couple.

Now, this wasn't their first baby,

but by the way the husband was pacing back and forth

in the delivery room, you would have thought it was.

- Breathing--you're doing fine. - Ah!

Oh, oh. Whew.

- It's okay. - Okay.

Ugh.

For God's sake, L.C., can you please

stop pacing around this room? - Sorry, baby.

- 'Cause you are making me dizzy.

- Sorry. - Mm-hmm.

Ah! Oh, oh.

Oh, my God. Ah!

- It's okay, Mrs. Duncan. He's just nervous.

He is always nervous

when they're being born.

But, oh, he is the best father ever when they're here, so...

Oh.

Hey, are you okay?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- How do you feel? - Um, like I'm in labor.

Uh, it hurts. It hurts.

- How many children do you have?

- Four. Mm.

- Four. What a blessing.

- Yeah, double blessing this time

because we are having twins.

- Yeah. - Twins!

- Hearing that this was not only her fourth pregnancy,

but that she was also about to have twins,

this did something to my sister,

who, six weeks before, had a stillbirth

after suffering two miscarriages of her own.

And the doctor told her she couldn't have any more babies.

Congratulations.

Let me go tell the doctor you're 10 centimeters.

Ooh, okay.

You ready?

- It's you and me forever. - Absolutely.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

Where the fuck is he?

I thought you said he came down here.

- He did! I saw him come this way.

Then where the fuck is he?

I know you ain't let this motherfucker get away.

Fuck!

All right. Couldn't have gone far.

This way. - We're going to get his ass.

- Y'all see that down the road there?

Where?

- Right over there, by that tree.

- I don't see shit. - Shut up. Listen.

You hear that?

There's something moving over there.

- That's a deer. That ain't them.

Deer, my ass.

Lee! - Yes, sir.

Let's go.

You two watch the truck.

- I don't know what he saw, but there ain't nothing over there.

Well, I told him.

I told him it was a deer, but, you know, he's just right--

That was close.

- Let's get the hell out of here.

Get their guns. - Whoo!

Hell, yeah.

Two for the price of one.

It's going to be one hell of a payday.

Little mommy-daughter time.

Oh, Lord. Y'all stay right here.

So it's you.

- Well, hello to you, too, London.

- Please don't try to act like we're close.

I'm surprised you even know my name,

considering you haven't returned

any of my calls or texts.

- Look, I'm not here for any of that drama.

I'm here to see my wife.

- Well, you're a little too late for that,

'cause she ain't here.

- Where is she? - I don't know.

But if I were you,

I'd be praying that she wasn't somewhere

trying to get rid of something.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- You really want me to spell it out for you

while my daughters are standing here?

What the hell do you think it mean?

No, you're crazy.

No way Sonya would kill our kid.

Oh, you think so?

'Cause, you know, nobody wants to be a single parent, Junior.

Trust me, that shit is not easy.

And you were the one who pushed her away.

- Where is she, London, seriously?

I got to talk to her before she does something we both regret.

I don't know.

She's your wife. Check her location.

Don't you have it?

Oh, God.

- What? - She's at the woman's clinic.

Oh, my God.

- I've tried calling L.C. Duncan several times.

He seems to be unreachable at the moment.

- Maybe we should try calling one of his sons.

- I was told to give this to whoever's in charge.

- Oh, it appears we don't need to look for L.C. Duncan.

He's summoned us.

Excuse me.

Detective Bryant.

He said he had something important to tell us.

- What can I do for you, Detective?

How can I help you?

- I'm sorry to inform you that Farah Muhammad,

the man that you called Brother Minister,

was found dead in Los Angeles.

Brother Minister?

Are you certain?

Yes.

That's him.

What happened?

- Someone shot him at point-blank range.

Well, let me know if you find anything.

And I'm sorry for your loss.

Sonya!

- Junior, what are you doing here?

- I'm here to stop you from making

the worst mistake of your life.

- Really? Where have you been the last few months?

And where was all of this energy

when I came down to the Hellfire Club

to get you to talk to me?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

I'm sick of you embarrassing me.

- I'm not letting you leave here without me.

You didn't do it, did you?

No.

I didn't terminate. I couldn't do it.

I was in there trying to get my prenatal vitamins.

You came in here acting a fool. - Come on, baby.

Wait.

- What do you want? - I want you.

No, you don't.

You don't want me, Junior.

Ever since you've been around here,

living your life like a frat boy

and hanging out with whores,

that's not somebody who want me.

And you're not even here because of me.

You here because you found out about this baby.

You're right.

I have been a total ass.

I've been caught up in my feelings

about something that has nothing to do with you.

And you did not deserve any of it.

- Oh, tell me something I don't know.

- When I found out that you were pregnant, it woke me up.

It made me realize what's really important.

And that's you.

You are everything to me.

This baby is what we've both been praying for.

My anger, my frustration was ruining everything.

I don't want to lose you guys.

You are my life.

You are my family.

I love you. I'm sorry.

I am truly sorry, baby.

- I appreciate the apology, but this shit ain't over.

Good afternoon.

Where's L.C.?

Shouldn't he be here? - My mother is here.

- No disrespect, but I didn't leave my business

so that I can see you or your mother.

- No disrespect, but if you weren't Nevada's mother,

I'd slit your throat right now.

L.C. won't be here.

He is, um, occupied at the moment.

But what I have to say on his behalf is important.

- "Occupied"? What does that even mean?

L.C. was the one that called this meeting.

So, if it's not important for him to be here,

why are we here?

Cálmate, Consuela.

All right, just relax, okay?

What's with all the questions? No--just came in.

Let them talk, all right?

- Better you shut her up than I do.

- ¿Ves? - Did she just--

Paris...

she is a member of this Table,

and she has a right to know...

as do they all.

L.C. is with KD rescuing

Vegas and Orlando

from the Dixie Mafia.

"The Dixie Mafia"?

They sound like a bunch of hillbillies to me.

How threatening could they really be?

Consuela, my baby sister,

you pride yourself on this information you get

at the Hellfire Club.

But don't be ignorant to these hillbillies.

They're vicious, violent, dirty dogs.

- What are you talking about, Marcos?

I've never even heard of these people.

- That's because they don't want to be heard of.

That's right.

The Dixie Mafia is more than a bunch of hillbillies.

They're one of the largest,

most powerful underworld organizations in this country.

And I've heard of them, too.

They're high-ranking officials--

federal, state, local judges...

key members of the law enforcement.

Again, line them up!

Yeah, I remember them.

I remember them years ago when L.C. had trouble with them.

Which is why...

I have come to you for your help...

each one of you

and your resources, collectively.

This isn't about money.

It's about power.

- Charlotte, if I may, gracefully,

that power is in this room--

the Latin cartel, everybody in here.

I'm compelled to tell you...

we will support you-- ride or die, whatever you need.

- Gracias, Marco. - De nada.

Let's just pray...

They get out safe, yeah?

Excuse me.

Oh.

It's L.C. I got to take this.

- Okay. - Thank you.

L.C., give me a second.

L.C.? You all right?

Boys all right? I've been worried sick.

I'm fine, Chippy.

And the boys are fine, too. - Oh, God.

- It, uh, got a little scary there for a minute.

- Right. What happened?

Well...

a lot.

- Hell, yeah. Two for the price of one.

It's going to be one hell of a payday.

Hey, Pop.

Good to see ya.

Yeah.

- Never been so happy to see you in my life.

- Yeah, me too. Let's get the hell out of here.

Someone had to have heard that shot.

KD has a car waiting for us. Come on.

Come on.

Come here.

Listen, I think you need to move in with me and Mom.

If you want to have separate bedrooms,

we can do that until you feel comfortable.

- And why would I do that? I mean, we have a room here.

Baby, I love you.

And I want my family back together.

I let you walk out that door and leave me once.

I'm not letting you do that shit again.

- Look, I know that I fucked up,

and I promise you that I'm going to make up

for all those mistakes over the past couple of months.

But I can't do that here.

We can have a family of our own,

just away from here.

- But, I mean, have you talked to them or...

Junior, you're home.

This is not my home.

- Here's with that bullshit again.

- Well, whether you consider it your home or not,

it's good to see you, son. - I wish I could say the same.

- Junior. Why don't we go into my office?

Let's have a man-to-man talk. It's long past time.

No, I'm good.

You had over 30 years to have a man-to-man conversation,

but you didn't.

Do you realize that Sasha was my sister

and she died without even knowing that shit?

How do you think that makes me feel?

Exactly.

And to think that I looked up to you all of these years.

What a crock of shit.

Babe.

- Junior, now, you need to silence that shit.

- Oh, I'm sorry I'm not reacting

the way you think I should, Vegas,

but I've always wondered why you always acted

like you were the one in charge when I was the oldest.

But I've come to realize...

you are the real firstborn son.

That's not true, son.

It is, and you know it.

But things have changed.

I don't got to answer to anyone anymore.

Junior, we're still family.

- Aunt Nee Nee, the only family I care about

is my mother, my wife, and our unborn child.

"Child"?

Are you having a baby?

That's right.

Sonya and I are going to be parents.

And unfortunately for you,

you and Chippy are not going to take our baby from us

the way you took me from my mother.

Now, Junior, that's enough.

- You're right. That is enough.

Let's go, babe.

Um, babe...

- You're either with me, or you're with them.

You can't have it both ways.

I have a very important meeting that I have to attend.

- I love you guys. - We love you, Sonya.

We love you, too, Sonya.

Wow.

Hey...

why don't, uh, you guys go get cleaned up?

- All right. Good idea.

Hey, Mom? - Yes, baby.

- Now that we know the boys are okay,

there's something I need to do. - Something like what?

- I told someone I'd have lunch with them.

- Is it the friend who sent you those blue roses?

Oh, no. No.

- No? Well, okay.

Well, honey, have fun.

I'll see you back at the house. - Thank you.

Love you, Mama. - I love you.

More than you'll ever know.

Come on, DJ.

My pretty baby--oh.

Ooh, let's do this!

- Brother Elijah. - Señor Cruz.

- Welcome. We were expecting, uh, Brother Minister.

We just received word

that Brother Minister has been murdered.

Brother Minister?

- It was a group calling themselves the Alliance.

- Brother Minister is a hard man to kill.

I mean, who--who the hell is this Alliance?

A newly formed organization.

And this Alliance is being led by Junior Duncan.

Say it ain't so.

Junior Duncan? He would never betray his family.

Put that on something.

- Wait a minute. It's possible, Marcos.

Junior's been spending

a lot of time with Antonio in the Hellfire Club.

It makes sense now.

Now that you think about it, it's really possible.

Out of respect...

I wanted Mr. Duncan to know

before the brotherhood takes action.

Elijah, wait.

Brother Minister was a well-respected man

in this organization.

And the one thing we really appreciated him for

was his ability to think without taking any action.

Listen, now, I know this is a delicate situation,

but out of respect,

I'm asking you, please,

let me get a chance to talk to L.C. about this

before you or your people take any action

or make any movement.

- I can honor that request for now.

We still have funeral arrangements to prepare,

but once Brother Minister is put to rest,

everyone involved

will feel our wrath.

You know, I'd be remiss

if I didn't tell you how impressed we are.

Not that I should be surprised.

I mean, your reputation precedes you.

A man with your experience... - Thank you.

- Could be a valuable asset to our new organization.

This could be nothing but beneficial for you--

an opportunity to expand your reach

and a position of power.

Think of it as a stepping stone

to all your future aspirations.

- Well, I sure do appreciate your kind words

and your offer.

Let me, uh, chew on it a bit, hmm?

All right, there he go.

Told you that motherfucker be coming home soon.

What's up, y'all?

Let's get it.

- Where the fuck is my money? - Oh, shit.

It's gone.

- What the fuck you mean it's gone?

That was, like, 250K!

You ain't even got no car with your broke ass.

Now, where's my money? I ain't gonna ask you again.

- I just told you, the money's gone--I spent it.

Shoot his weak ass!

- What the fuck you spend it on, huh--some ass?

- My mother. She needed an operation.

Oh, for real?

Well, if I don't get my money,

everyone in your family going to need an operation.

- Yo, get the fuck away from him!

Who the hell are you?

- I'm your worst fucking nightmare!

- You? You look like one of them sissies.

Sissy this, bitch.

You want some, too? Get the fuck out of here!

Yo.

You good?

- Oh, shit. I know you.

Yeah, you robbed me.

- Then why you helping me, then?

Good question.

Because I'm your brother.

What?

- The duck is amazing. Fire-ass duck.

- Oh, the duck. - Pardon me. Mr. Boyd?

- Yeah. - I'm so sorry to interrupt.

But you're interrupting, man.

- I'm so sorry. The owner of the establishment is wondering

if you might like to take a photo with him.

He's a huge fan. - Oh, man. Uh, you know what?

Bobby Boyd love to take pictures with the fans.

Baby, that's good? I can go and--

All right, appreciate you.

All right. Let's do this. Real quick, real quick.

- Hey, cuzzo. I'm on a date, so talk fast.

I'm here with Little Vegas.

He cleaned up that video footage.

- Did you find out who got the flowers?

- No. Dude had sunglasses on, and his hat was pulled down.

Damn.

Okay, hit me if you find out anything else.

- Look, that's not all we got, though.

When dude left, Little Vegas got a license plate

off the reflection of the door.

You're not going to believe who the car is registered to.

Who?

Bobby "The Beast" Boyd.

- Wait, what? - And we did some digging.

Turns out Bobby Boyd's father is Willie Monroe.

Paris, your boy is Niles Monroe's cousin.

- There it is. There it is.

- Paris. Paris, you still there?

Yeah, um...

I'm gonna call you back.

Shit.

Said she'll call back.

We did what we could.

There she is!

Beautiful, I got great news.

I want you to order the most expensive thing on the menu

because they going to comp this all, baby.

- You know what? I-I think we should go.

- What? Is something wrong with your stomach?

- No, is something wrong with you, asshole?

- Oh, fuck. Is this about Karen?

Don't--I don't want to trip.

Okay, listen, I was going to tell you about it,

but you was the one who was like, you know,

didn't want anything serious.

So I thought it best to keep it to myself.

Let's not argue, baby.

Let's just order us some dinner, okay?

- This isn't about Karen or any other bitch.

This is about Niles Monroe.

Who?

Niles Monroe, your cousin.

Look, I don't know what game y'all are playing with me...

But I'm not the one.

Uh, wh--

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

Well...

mm, I guess the cat's out of the bag.

Um...

what you gonna do?

Like, really, what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna shoot me in front of all these people?

Come on. Look, do you know who the fuck I am?

I am Bobby "The Beast" Boyd.

You'll never get away with it.

And I'm Paris motherfucking Duncan,

which means my family has so much money,

I'll be out the country before your body hits the ground.

- Really? - And you're not the only man

I've ever killed for playing me.

You know what?

It's a good thing that I took the bullets out that gun

before we left the house. - Motherfucker.

- Listen, I told you tonight was going to be memorable.

I said that.

Let me tell you something.

It was so good to get to know you, really good.

Oh, and, uh, my cousin-- he says that he'll be in touch.

Oh, I love that dress.

Mm.

Fuck.

My, my, my, Paris.

You look as if you've just seen a ghost.

The game is over.

What the fuck do you want, Niles?

- You know, I hadn't really thought about it.

What should I want

from the woman I loved who tried to kill me?

You could have just told me he was your father.

I wouldn't have taken the job.

You already took the money.

Once paid, never look back, remember?

True.

But I may have, for you.

- There's nothing we can do, so what now?

Now?

Ahh.

Now I just want you to know that I'm out there somewhere...

and that I can get to you and your father...

anytime I want.

One more thing....

Even with all this BS that's happened...

I never stopped loving you.

- I never stopped loving you either.

- Oh, here, let me help you with that.

- All right. Yeah. - I got that.

Your favorite.

- Looks good. - It's good. Thanks.

- Hello, hello, hello. - Hey. Hello, there.

- Ah, my baby. Mwah!

Hi, honey. All right.

Hey, Ma.

- Good to have you back. Good to have you back.

- Good to be back. - Where's Junior?

I thought he was going to be here.

He was.

He and Sonya left about 20 minutes ago.

"Left"?

Wow.

Hmm, I was hoping that you would talk some sense

into that boy.

- So was I, but his anger is so hot, it's almost...

Disrespectful.

I know.

Sorry, Pop.

It is disrespectful.

Where's the lie?

I just want to punch him in the face just one time, Pop.

We got company.

Juan, Marco.

Hello, hello, hello.

- L.C., señora, Duncan family...

me and Juanito, uh, we want to apologize

for interrupt your beautiful meal.

Nonsense, nonsense.

Uh, since you guys are here, why don't you, you know--

You're just in time for Nee Nee's fried chicken.

Come on, Juan, pull up a chair.

- No, gracias, Chippy. We didn't come here to eat.

Unfortunately, we came here to give you some bad news

that may ruin your appetite.

What kind of bad news?

I apologize for my tardiness.

I had some important things to do

with my beautiful wife, Sonya.

Now...

what's the reason for this emergency meeting?

- Well, boss, it seems that The Table has learned

about Brother Minister's death,

so we can only assume that they know about the involvement

of our organization.

I guess that's the cost...

of doing business.

- Brother Minister was murdered last night.

What? No!

Come on! Come on!

- He was shot point-blank range and left for dead.

- Murdered. It's true.

The Minister was a great man.

He meant a great deal to me and my family.

So what do you know about who's responsible?

As we know it,

the organization is called the Alliance.

Who the hell is that?

- It doesn't fucking matter who they are.

They going to pay for touching Brother Minister.

Big payback.

But it won't be that simple.

- The Alliance is a newly formed organization,

no different than our organization.

Its members are several of our former adversaries--

Dominique, Alexander Cora, Alejandro Zuniga,

Antonio Dash...

Donna Duncan. - Donna? What the hell?

Honey, we need to talk to Junior

before she involves him in this mess.

It's too late for that.

It's time for the battlefield.

- The addition of our newest member

comes at a perfect time.

Senator...

I appreciate you being here.

What do you mean?

- The organization is led by Junior Duncan.

- What the hell did you just say?

- L.C., L.C., wait a minute. Listen to me.

Your son is the leader of an organization

planning to take you down and everything you have built.

- L.C., what are we going to do?

Juan...

thanks.

What's going on?

- We're in the middle of a family discussion

about your brother.

Who is your friend? - Mom, Dad, this is Roman.

Oh, my--

L.C., this is the snot-nosed kid that carjacked us!

What?

- What the hell are you doing in here?

- No, no! He's one of us. Stop!

- What do you mean he's one of us?

No! No!

- We ain't got time to joke right now!

- Mom, Dad, he is your son! - Get the fuck out of here!

You think we got time for games right now?

Oh, please.

- I can explain everything, I swear.

- You swear? - I swear.

Get the fuck out of here.

Rio...

you want to explain?

- Yeah, you gonna be Mama's boy.

- Mrs. Duncan. - Hmm?

- We need to go ahead, get you cleaned up

and take the babies to the nursery.

Okay. All right.

I'll take good care of Rio.

- You can go with them if you like, Mr. Duncan.

- Yes, please. - Yes, ma'am.

- By all means, go, go, go. I'm tired.

I need some rest.

And then my back, ah! - Oh, still uncomfortable?

Yeah, I keep--

I keep having this weird back pain.

- Let me see if this helps. - I don't know what is going--

- Adjust this a little bit. There you go.

- Oh, thank you, Margaret. Ooh.

You're welcome.

- I swear, after these two, I do not want anymore.

Enough is enough. I'm not doing this no more.

- You don't mean that. - Yes, I do.

Do you have children?

No.

The good Lord didn't see fit to bless me with any.

So you--Ow!

- You all right? - Ow, ow.

Margaret, something's wrong.

What is it?

- I need something for the pain.

- All right. - Give it to me!

You got to give me something!

Breathe.

There it is. - Oh!

You all right?

All right. Just breathe.

It's just afterbirth contractions.

You got this. You've already been--

- Oh! - You all right? Check your--

Stay with me. Stay with me.

- Oh, God. - Stay with me.

Missus--

All right, let me check your pulse.

All right, Mrs. Duncan.

Okay.

I know that's not what I think it is.

Oh, it's another one.

Ooh, he is so tiny.

Oh.

She said she didn't want another one.

That's what she said.

This is what I always wanted.

It's a miracle.

My miracle.

- You being the leader, Junior...

it's now time you make that next call.

What are your thoughts, boss?

Talk to us...

boss.

The time has come.

We're at goddamn war.

Action!