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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!