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- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Y'all ready? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Let's get
this money, money ♪

♪ We got a mansion in Dubai ♪

♪ And our wardrobe
keep us fly ♪

♪ We know you like it,
oh, yeah ♪

♪ We know you like it, yeah ♪

♪ We always winning,
and that's no lie ♪

♪ You really wish
you had our life ♪

♪ We know you like it,
oh, yeah ♪

♪ We know you like it ♪

♪ It's the family business ♪

♪ Ah, na, na, na ♪

♪ Family business ♪

♪ If one win, we all win ♪

♪ Oh, no, ah ♪

♪ Family business ♪

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

[both panting]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
- You okay, baby?

- Oh, my God, Harris.
Who are these people?

- I don't know, honey.

They look familiar,
but I can't place them.

Hey.

Who the fuck are you
and what the fuck do you want?

- You're gonna have to ask him.

- Yeah, I guess you are
gonna have to ask me, huh?

How you doing, baby?
Good to see you.

- Good to see you.
- Mm.

Dennis, my man.
- What's shaking?

- How you doing?
- I'm good.

- Hold that for me.
Thank you, thank you.

All right.
[sighs]

♪ ♪

[laughs]
Harris, Harris, Harris.

Let's get straight to it.

I need you to tell me
everything there is to know

about how LC Duncan
runs his business.

♪ ♪

- Duncan Motors?
- [laughs]

- You went through
all this bullshit

because you want to learn how
to run a car dealership?

- Okay, okay,
you think it's a joke.

But as you can see,
ain't nobody fucking laughing.

- No, no, no, I don't think
it's a fucking joke.

I think you the joke.
Do you know who I am, brother?

- Honestly, I give a shit
who you think you are.

Now you're gonna tell me
everything there is to know

about how LC runs
his other business...

or I'm gonna
have my large friend over here

skin her alive.

- [whimpers indistinctly]
- Oh, damn it.

Will you stop
the old whining shit?

[sighs] That shit
is fucking distracting, man.

- Baby, baby,
just calm down, okay?

It's gonna be okay.
I promise you, sweetheart.

- Calm down, relax.
It's all good.

We all friends here.

That's real sweet, Harris.

Now you gonna tell me
what I want to know

or am I gonna
send her in the back

to have a little playdate
with my two friends over here?

I can guarantee you

that it's not gonna be pretty
if I do that.

- [crying]

- Just calm down, okay?

- All right, Holly,
take her in the back.

Shut her ass up.
- No, no, no.

Please, no.
- Hey, hey.

- Get her out of here.
Shut her ass up.

- Oh, my God, no!

- All right, all right,
all right, all right.

- Mr. Grant needs to see
that we mean business.

- No, please!
- You just calm down, okay?

- Get her out of here.
- He's bluffing, baby.

- Don't kill me!
- Get her out of here.

Thank you.
- Harris!

- "Harris!"
- He's bluffing, honey.

- "Harris."
- Harris!

- Oh, oh.

[laughing]
Oh, shit.

Between you and me,

it's never a good sign when
the victim stops screaming.

[laughs]

- If she dead,
you know you fucked up.

- Oh, did I?
- Yeah.

'Cause they didn't
have to do that.

- Yes, they did.
Sure they did.

Because you never make a threat

if you not willing
to go through with it.

Now I like you.
[chuckles]

I really do.

[sighs]
Man.

But I got to have
the two of them home by sunup

with or without the information
that I came here for.

You see the predicament
that puts me in.

Now you tell me
what I want to know,

I won't kill you.

I'll let y'all go free
right now.

If not, if you should decide
not to do that,

then they'll be trying
to identify the both of y'all

on the 6:00 news.

- How do I know you won't
kill me if I tell you?

- It's a good question.

You don't.

But killing a guy like you
is meaningless.

Besides, I was told

you may come in handy
for me later.

And if not, well,

you'll always serve
as one hell of a greeting card

for what we got planned
in the future.

- Mm.

So you really got
this thought out, huh?

- Oh, yeah, every bit of it.

I had a little bit of help.

- [sighs]
Okay.

What is it you need to know
about LC Duncan?

- Yes, yes, yes!
Now we are getting somewhere.

♪ ♪

[tense music fades]

- [groans]

Now you sure you don't
want me to go with you?

Honey, I would love
to see Larry.

- No, I haven't seen my husband
in quite a while

and we have a lot
of catching up to do.

- I understand.
Maybe next time.

What time will you be back?
- Tonight.

Oh, and young man, I am not
sitting in the back seat.

Uh-uh.
I'm riding up front with you

because I am from
Waycross, Georgia,

not 5th Avenue.

- Oh, yes, ma'am.

- [laughing]
Have a good one, sweetie.

- Yo, Curtis.
- What's up, Lil Vegas?

- Just pinged
your brother phone again.

He turned it back on.

- He's probably trying
to stay off the grid.

Only turns it on
when he's using it.

Guess my mom ain't the only one
heading to Pennsylvania.

- Want me to go with you?
- No, I got this.

Thank you, though.

- Well, Nee Nee
went to visit Larry.

Let's hope that
she doesn't experience

what you did the last time.

- No, she be all right.

Nee Nee's always had
a calming effect on my brother

unlike me, who seems to
bring out the monster in him.

- Oh, honey, that's not true.
He loves you.

He's just misguided.

- Yeah, well, that's
what I keep telling myself,

but it doesn't help the guilt.

You know maybe, I don't know,
maybe we can have him

transferred down here.
You know, bring him closer.

- Honey, you know
that is not an option.

Fresh Meadows is the only
private psychiatric hospital

that will take him without
contacting law enforcement

about what he did.

And you and Lou spent
a hell of a lot of money

trying to cover that mess up.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Just wish I could
make him understand

that I love him, you know?
- Yeah.

- I'm not doing this for me,
but for him.

- I know, honey.
Well, I've spoken to Nee Nee.

Hopefully she'll
get the message across.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna have another
conversation with Curtis

about that bail bondsman
business.

I think it's
a good opportunity.

- And I think you should talk
to Nee Nee about that, too,

when she comes home.

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

- I will.
- Good.

- We're family, and...

I think this'll be good
for all of them.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.
And what was that for?

- Well, as the kids would say,
ride or die.

- Damn skippy. Ride or die.
[laughs]

Baby.
- Hey, Ma, you look beautiful.

- Thank you, sweet pea.
- Pop, you ready?

- Your brother ready?

- Waiting on you.
Let's go. Chop, chop.

- We'll be right down.

- He's taking
this position seriously.

- He ought to.

Look what Iris found
in the trashcan.

They're trying to have a baby.
She's not taking any pills.

G-g-grandpa.
G-g-got them.

- About as crazy as Larry.
- Eh, eh, eh, eh.

[tense music]

- Okay, lower your weapon
just a little.

- There.
- Keep your head down.

Okay, go.

[gunshot]

- Shit.

[gunshot]

Shit, man, this sight is off.

- No, it's not.
Give me the gun.

- You sure?

All right, watch out.
It's a little hard down there.

Put your knee down.

Oh, you just going.
All right.

[gunshot]

Damn.
That was perfect.

- You keep turning your head.

This ain't no .48.
You got to focus, okay?

- All right.
- Okay, try it again.

- It's not--got to focus.
Okay.

[suspenseful music]

[gunshot]

- Oh!
- [laughs]

- Perfect, perfect.

[gunshot]

Perfect. Good shot.
- [chuckling] Yeah.

- Yeah, okay.
- Hell, yeah.

- See? You're a natural,
just like your daddy.

- You think so?
- I know so.

Proper training, you might
be as good as your old man.

- Will you train me?

- I will do whatever
your daddy asks me to do.

He's the man in charge.

- Mm, don't I know.

Man, ain't no bullshit.

Y'all really believe in him,
huh?

- Your daddy was and is
the best man I know.

He was not to be played with.

He always made sure we knew
what the fuck we were doing,

so when we got
into the thick of it,

we were ready.

- Yeah, that's what's up.

How long you been there?
Fresh Meadows.

- Well, I was there
for ten years

before your daddy showed up,

so it will be 20 years
in January.

Your daddy's arrival
was the best thing

that ever happened to me and
a lot of other patients too.

- See,
that's the part I don't get.

It's like, he wasn't a doctor.
He was a patient like y'all.

- No, no, no, no,

your daddy was
way more than just a patient.

No, he was like a--

like a messiah,
for lack of a better word.

- Messiah.
Messiah.

I mean, ain't no disrespect.

You know, I mess with you,
but I mean,

that sounds a little crazy.

- Well, I'm sure
it does to you.

No, man, but your daddy
inspired people,

especially those that
supposedly had mental illness.

His words, his presence--
- [laughs]

- Yeah, see?

People laugh at things
they don't understand, son.

- Yeah?

- Like David Koresh
and Jim Jones, the Dalai Lama.

Hell, some folk even
laugh at Jesus Christ.

- Jesus Christ.

- No, my point is is that
your daddy has a special gift

for bringing
misguided people together

and giving them clarity.

Watch this.

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

- Damn.

- Give me some of that.

Let me tell you something.

Don't you ever refer to me
as your Uncle Dennis.

- [laughs]
- You understand that?

- Yeah, you ain't
got to worry about that.

Mr. Dennis.

[gunshot, can clinks]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

- Mom, Dad, anybody home?

Mom, hello?

- [muffled shout]

- [gasps]
Oh, my God.

- [groans]

♪ ♪

What is this?

- We're all safe.
Just relax.

Everything's gonna be
all right.

You're okay.
It's okay, baby.

It's okay.
- Oh, my God.

They were gonna kill me.
- No, no, no.

No, baby, if they were gonna
kill us, we'd already be dead.

- What happened?
Who did this?

- I don't know.
- Don't worry about it. Relax.

- I don't know.

I don't know,
but we need to call the police.

- No, no, no, no, honey, honey,
baby, listen to me.

Listen to me.
You got to relax.

- Oh, my God, no.
- No police, okay? No, no.

- Honey, we need their help.

Oh, my God,
what if those people come back?

- What people?
- Stop it! Relax!

Everybody, listen to me!
- Oh, my God.

- Listen to me.
The police can't help us.

We don't need help.
We need protection.

- Well, if the police
can't protect us, then who can?

- My new employer.

- What?
What is this?

- I don't know.
- Hey.

- I don't understand
what happened.

- Yeah, it's me.

Listen, I been thinking about
everything you said.

I want to reconsider
your offer.

If you're around, I'd love
to talk about the particulars.

[tense music]

[tense music]

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

Rice Krispie treat.

Yeah, Kenny was here for sure.

Getting sloppy, lil' bro.

♪ ♪

Target practice.

♪ ♪

Shit.

Looks like
he getting pretty good.

♪ ♪

Where you at now, lil' bro?

Fuck you at now?

♪ ♪

- Mrs. Nee Nee, we're here.

♪ ♪

Mrs. Nee Nee, time to wake up.

- Oh, I wasn't sleep.
I was just resting my eyes.

- Yes, ma'am, of course.

- Let me call Curtis
and tell him I'm here.

Oh, I can't get a signal.

- It's been like that
for about the last 20 miles.

- Oh.
- It must be the mountains.

- Okay, well, I guess Curtis
is gonna have to wait.

Time for me to see my husband.
- [laughs]

Mrs. Nee Nee.
- Yes.

- Is there any chance
that you'll allow me

to get out and
open that door for you?

- Nope, of course not.

- I didn't think so.
[laughs]

- I think the only thing
we got to restock on

is bleach and white paint.

- Okay.
Come on in, Dennis.

- [clears throat]
- Hey, hey.

Xavier's a friend, not a foe.

There's no worries.
Everything under control.

So how'd it go?

- Yeah,
well as it can be expected.

Kid took the money though.

- Well, he needed it
more than we did.

Let me see what we got here.

Oh.

Yeah.

[ominous music]

That four-eyed freak,

did he tell you
what you needed to know?

Let's see here.

[laughs]
All the players are here.

Don Fredericko, Marco Cruz,

LC's flunky, Juan Rodriguez.

I don't know who the hell
Sebastian or Detroit Red are,

but I do recognize the Lees
and Cory Black's gang.

Yeah.

Look like he's also been
talking to the Russians.

What's really fucking me up,
though,

is why the hell is Brother
Minister's name on this list?

- Traitor to Islam.
Muslim imposter.

See, he's in cahoots
with your brother.

He's half the reason I'm here.

He's the one that turned
the Brotherhood against me.

♪ ♪

- Look like you been
quite busy, little brother.

You created something
quite special here.

Too bad I'm gonna
have to tear that shit down.

- It's gonna be hard to take
those guys down, Director.

Got a lot of firepower.
Lot of money backing them.

- Yeah, my money.

- Big man is right.

I had over
100 well-trained soldiers.

I couldn't take them down.

- It's because you
underestimated your opponent.

It takes a Duncan
to beat a Duncan.

♪ ♪

- Hi, welcome to Fresh Meadows.
How can I help you?

- I have an appointment
to visit

with my husband, Larry Duncan.

- You're Larry Duncan's wife?
- Yes.

- Oh, my God, he's gonna be
so excited to see you!

He talks about your cooking
all the time.

- Oh, well, I'm glad
he still remembers.

- I hear about it all the time.
Just a moment.

Let me let staff know
you're here.

- Okay. Thank you so much.
[chuckles]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

♪ ♪

- Yeah.
- Hi, sir.

Yes, I have a visitor
for Larry Duncan.

- Okay.

I'll have Dennis escort her
to the courtyard.

- Yes, okay.
I'll let her know.

Okay, bye.

Be right out.
- Okay.

- You look great, by the way.
- Thank you.

- It's so nice to meet you.
My name is Holly.

- Holly, I'm Nee Nee.
- Nee Nee.

- Yeah.
- And who's the muscle?

- DJ.
- Hi.

- Gentlemen,
if you'll excuse me...

[clears throat]

I have to prepare
for a visitor.

Dennis, you know what to do.

Xavier, you down
for a little field trip?

- Does it have anything to do
with killing some Duncans?

♪ ♪

- Now, I have fucking told you,

only a Duncan
can kill a Duncan.

Don't you fucking
understand me?

Do I have to put your ass
back out in population?

- No, no.
No, I'm straight.

I like being the head janitor,
sir.

- [chuckles]
No, bro, I like you.

♪ ♪

But don't fucking push it.

Understand me?
- Yeah.

- Now...
- [coughs]

- You want to go
on that field trip or not?

- Yeah.

As long as we get to stop

and get some all-beef hot dogs
on the way back.

- [laughs]
- I love me some hot dogs, sir.

- Yeah, brother.
Right hardies, huh?

- Mm.

- Look like I got to
find your ass some hot dogs.

Me?
I like pork chops.

- Pork chops.
- Yes.

- Mm, that shit'll kill you,
brother.

- Not if you
cook them motherfuckers right.

[laughs]

[door closes]

♪ ♪

- Ma'am.
- Yes?

Oh!

- Nee?
- Hey, Larry!

[laughs]

- Are you here?

Oh, baby.

Oh, Nee Nee.
- [laughs]

- Oh, I missed you, baby.
- I missed you too, baby.

- I missed your smell.
I missed everything about you.

Oh, Nee Nee--oh, baby!
- [laughs]

Put me down.

Put me down before you drop me,
you old fool.

- I have always been
a fool for you, baby.

Always have been
and always will be.

- Mm.
I have something for you.

- Yeah, and I got something
for you too.

Coming in here with
this sexy-ass dress on.

Walking around
on those pretty legs.

Oh, Nee Nee, look,

I don't know how much
we can get done

with all these people around
here, but baby, you know me.

I'm down for whatever.
- [laughs]

You are a fool if you think
I'm gonna give you some

with all these people
around here.

[laughs]
- Oh, baby,

you can't blame
a brother for trying.

- No, I can't.
Come on, here.

Here.
- Nee Nee.

What?

Is this what I think it is?
- Mm-hmm.

[laughs]
Mm-hmm.

- Oh, Nee Nee.

I thought you looked good,
but this--this right here.

- [laughs]

Fried hard, extra hot sauce.

Just the way you like it, baby.

- Mm.
- I cooked them this morning.

- Mm-hmm?
- Yeah.

- Mm, mm, mm!
- [laughs]

Got something else for you.
- What?

Double chocolate cake?
- [laughs] Your favorite.

- Oh, Nee--
- And I brought you two pieces

'cause I figured
you wants some for later.

- Oh, Nee Nee--mm!
- [chuckles]

[soft dramatic music]

- Those beautiful, brown thighs
you got is good,

but this here's
gonna have to do.

- [laughs]

You are still a mess,
Larry Duncan.

- Baby, I'm your mess,
and that's why you love me.

- That's right.
- I missed you, baby.

together: I miss you.

♪ ♪

- Missed you so much.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Would you like
anything else, Don?

- No, that's all.

- Don, I apologize
for interrupting your meal,

but Antonio Dash
would like a word.

- Let them in.

- Don Fredericko,
thank you for seeing me.

I promise I will not
take too much of your time.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

As you know,

in the short time that
I've been back from Jamaica,

my men and I
have made good earnings.

And we've done the right thing.
We've kicked it back.

And we'll kick it back
some more.

You probably think that there's
a but to this and there is.

- What do you want me to do,
Antonio?

- Don Fredericko,
I'm asking you to consider

lifting the bounty
off of my cousin, Vincenzo.

And if you were to do so,

then the Duncans would
have to lift theirs as well

because they can't put a hit
on a man who's been made

without permission.

- Now, why would I do that?

- Signore, con respecto,
with respect

that I only have
two million reasons

that you might consider
doing so.

♪ ♪

- To Vincenzo's safe return.

- Salute.
- Salute.

- Grazie, Don Fredericko.

- Oh, Nee, we promised
you wouldn't come

and see me in here like this.

- I know, but I had
to lay eyes on you.

And I would've come even sooner

if I had known LC and them
weren't visiting you.

- Fuck LC. I didn't want him
to come see me anyway.

- [sighs]

Larry.
- Hmm?

- Kenny is gone.

He packed up his stuff
and he just left.

- Yeah, I know.
He came to see me.

- He did?
When?

- About a week or two back.

We had a great visit, Nee.
We had a real good visit.

I'm proud of that boy.

- What did he say?

- Said he was gonna kill LC.

- And what did you say?

- I told him to make sure
you get my money first.

Baby.

- Larry, are you all right?

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

- Uh, Nee...

you gotta--I can't
stand this place much longer.

Can't you see I'm doing better?

- Oh, yes, Larry,
I can see it. I can.

And I'm gonna call
and talk to LC

and see if I can,
you know, convince him--

- Baby, fuck LC.
He stole our money.

He want to see me
rot in this place.

- Oh, no, he doesn't.

Larry, he does not.

LC just doesn't
understand you like I do.

- Look, Nee,

you gonna have to get a lawyer

or at least see
what you can do.

- Okay, I'll do that.

I'll do the best I can, Larry.

- You always do, baby.

♪ ♪

- Mm.
- I'm full.

- Whoo.
- Oh, me too.

- Mm.
- It was so good.

- Yummy.
- Mm.

- Grandma?

Grandma.
- Yes, baby.

- This chicken is exquisite.
Can I get some more?

- [laughs]
- Of course you can.

But I had some help
from Miss Sonya.

Thank you, darling.
- Did what I could.

- It looks like
Sunday dinner around here

and it's not even Sunday.

- Hey, Ma, come and sit down.
Let me get you a plate.

- No, no, that's okay.
You sit down and you eat.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and change these clothes

and I'll just
eat something later.

- Okay.

- Mm, who made
those mashed potatoes?

- Oh, that would be me.
[laughs]

- They look a little lumpy.
- Nee Nee.

- No, you didn't.

- Babe, you know
I'm on call anyway.

I'm gonna run upstairs
and get my phone.

- I'm sorry.
- Really?

Anyhoo, honey,
how was your visit?

I mean, how was Larry?
I know he was happy to see you.

- Yes, he was,

but I think he was more happy
about that cake I brought him.

- Oh, that cake--that cake
was good.

- Yeah and it seems
to just be disappearing too.

- Mm.

- I'm glad Larry
was in good spirits.

You had a nice visit.

I'm sure seeing you
did him a lot of good.

- Yes, it did, but what
would give him the most good

is if you would go up there
and bring him home.

Now I gave you and Lou
power of attorney

to help my husband,

not to keep him
locked away forever.

It's time for him to come home.

- Nee Nee,
you know I can't do that.

- Why?
Because you think he's crazy?

My husband is not crazy.
He's just misunderstood.

- 50 people lost their lives

because he was
just misunderstood.

Look, I love my brother.

I do, but he's staying
at Fresh Meadows.

- Larry was sick when
he killed all those people.

You know, I'll admit that,
but he's doing better.

Listen, I saw it
with my own two eyes.

He is back to himself.

- Hey, that is great news.

I mean, we are all happy
to hear about that.

All any of us want
is for Larry to be better.

- And he would get even better
if he was home with me.

I can take care of him now.

I can make sure he's well-fed
and properly treated.

- He's getting the best
treatment where he is.

- Yes, honey.

- Maybe,
but that's not home, LC.

- Ma, maybe we should just--

- Maybe we should be bringing
your daddy home, Curtis.

LC and Chippy, they have
their family together.

All I want to do
is have mine the same way.

Now LC, listen,
he's doing better.

He's back on his meds.

He's calm.
He's damn near pleasant.

Still feisty as hell.

You know
that's not gonna change.

But he needs to be
with his family.

- I understand that,

but we're family too.

We love you too.

- Is that right?

Well, why is everyone saying

that the only person that came
to visit him more than once

was Curtis?

He has been in there
for damn near ten years

and you only went
to see him one time, LC.

What kind of love is that?

- You're right.
Lou would visit.

I get reports.

And the only reason
I don't visit him more often

is because he gets so upset
and agitated when he sees me,

they have to restrain him.

And I don't want to see
my brother like that, Nee Nee.

- Come on, Nee Nee.
You know we love Larry, honey.

We love you too.

We have to,
we'll buy you a house up there

so you can visit him every day.

Honey, how does that sound?

- [chuckles]

Well, that sounds like Larry

is more right about you two
than wrong.

- Nee Nee.

Nee Nee, come on.
You know that is not true.

Nee Nee, no, that's not true.
- Aunt Chippy, Aunt Chippy.

I got her.
Let me talk to her.

- Okay.
- All right.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- All right, all right.
- All right.

- I can't believe this.
What the hell?

- Chippy, honey.
- What the hell?

♪ ♪

- Ma, wait a second.

- Not now, Curtis.

- Ma, talk to me for a second.

- All I want to talk to
you about is your brother.

Did you find him?
- Not exactly,

but he's been here, New York,
and Pennsylvania.

- Where does he lay his head?

- Haven't quite
figured it out yet,

but I found out where

he been practicing
with the sniper rifles

and Ma, he's getting good.

He's been shooting
the hell out of them cans.

- Oh, he's planning
on killing LC.

- Hate to admit it,
but I think you're right.

- Mm, this was exactly
what I was afraid of.

That boy is gonna
get himself killed.

And what are you
gonna do about it?

- I think we should tell

Aunt Chippy and Uncle LC
what's going on.

- Boy, are you crazy?

LC will send
his killers after him.

♪ ♪

Well, if you can't
find your brother,

I have someone who can.

Do you have your keys?
- Yeah.

- 'Cause I need a ride.
- Where we going?

- To the damn bus station.

Desperate times calls
for desperate measures.

Come on, let's go.
Go, go, go.

- Here you go, handsome.

Pineapple and Ciroc
with a shot of Don Julio.

[soft upbeat music]

Love me a man
who know how to tip a lady.

- Damn, can a brother
get a drink around here?

- Mario,
you got to chill, dude.

- I will when
you make me a drink.

- The bar is closing

and I can't do that
and you know why.

That damn card you gave me

for the last drink
ain't go through.

I'm responsible for that.
- So?

You act like you can't just

make me a fucking drink
and give it to me.

- Shut up.

- Why you trippin'?
You know how we do.

Don't get brand new
because you got

this little job
at this bougie bar.

- You're trippin'.

And real talk,

I can't be giving out
free liquor like that.

Not here.

I finally got
a decent paying job

and I'm not trying
to mess that up.

I can't afford to.

So I'm telling you, Mario,
chill out.

I'm serious.
- So am I.

Now make me a damn drink,
Keisha.

I want to celebrate.

You got a job, I got--
- You don't have a job.

- Wait. Okay, listen.
- Hey, yo, we got a problem?

- Other than you interrupting
our conversation,

no, there ain't a problem.

- Hey, look, I'm gonna
need you to calm down.

Last call was a while ago.
You're disturbing our staff.

- I don't give a damn
about the staff

and I also don't give a damn
about you either.

Now get up out of my face.
You're disrupting me.

- Enough of the outbursts.
I'ma need you to dip.

- Fuck you.
- Mario, chill.

- What the hell is going on?

- Tried to tell his ass
to calm down, boss,

but he won't listen.

- Okay, you ain't my mama.

You can't tell me shit.
I'm a grown-ass man.

- Look, I know
you're a friend of Keisha's,

so I'm trying to let that go,
but if you with that drama,

you gonna have to
get out of here, all right?

Listen,
take a walk and chill out.

- I don't take orders
from them or you.

You're Keisha's boss, not mine.

Tequila.

- Get his ass out of here.

- Wait, wait, no, uh-uh.
Wait, wait, wait.

Get your hands off of me,
you burly son of a bitch.

All right, Keisha--let me go!

♪ ♪

- You okay?
- Yeah. I'm good.

♪ ♪

- ♪ She belong
to the streets ♪

♪ ♪

[tense music]

[insects droning]

♪ ♪

- [mimics dog barking]

[laughs]
- What you barking at, fucker?

♪ ♪

- Huh.

How's everything going?
- Quiet.

♪ ♪

Motley crew.
- [laughs]

- Here to relieve me?
- Aye.

Go in.
Have some soup and a pint.

You deserve it.

Send Kevin in a few hours.
- Sounds good.

♪ ♪

They're a wild bunch.

I got my wish.
She came over to me.

I like it when she gets mad.
[mimics dog bark]

[laughs]
- Fucking kill you.

- Ah, she's a sweet one,
this one is.

- What you gonna
do about it, brother?

- Ah, ready to come inside?
- Huh?

- I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.
- Mm.

♪ ♪

- Ma, is this really necessary?

- I was hoping
it wouldn't come to his,

but we need
to find your brother.

And for a bounty hunter,

you are awfully slow
in finding him.

- Wow, Ma, thanks
for the vote of confidence.

- I'm just saying, Curtis.

You're doing the best you can.

And this is no time

to be letting your ego
get in the way.

Now what time is it?

We're not late, are we?
- No, we're early.

- Okay.

- It's five minutes till.

And my ego's not the problem.

I told you I had
everything under control, Ma.

But you making this call,

you could be subbing
one problem for another.

- I know where
you're going with this,

but at this point,
we need all hands on deck.

♪ ♪

Oh, come on. Look.
Look, it's here.

♪ ♪

- Yo, man, you know where I
could get some weed from, bro?

- No, man.
- Yeah?

- No.
- Okay.

- Nothing.
- Man.

♪ ♪

- There's my baby!
[laughs]

- Hey, Mom.
[laughter]

Hey, big head.
- Hi.

[laughter]

Miss you, Mac.
- I missed you too.

- I can't believe you rode
this bus all the way here.

You know you could've
caught a flight

from Jacksonville
for the same price, right?

- You think TSA was gonna
let me through with this?

And I don't go
nowhere without it.

You taught me that.
- Girl, put that thing away.

I also told you to
keep your weapons concealed.

This ain't Georgia.

- Okay, okay.
[laughs]

What's with the fancy ride?

Okay, let me find out
that LC and Chippy

got both of y'all
out here acting bourgeois.

- [laughs]
You know better than that.

And it's Uncle LC
and Aunt Chippy to you.

Do not be disrespectful.

- Ma, I'm a grown-ass woman.

- Not so grown I won't
slap the shit out of you.

Let me tell you something.

Do not be disrespectful to me

with your smart-ass mouth
in front of Chippy,

you understand?
- Don't worry.

I'm not going to the house,
at least not yet.

I didn't come here
for no family reunion.

I came here for one reason
and one reason only

and that's to find Kenny.

- Oh, you think it's that easy?

I been looking
for that boy for weeks.

- You're the best bounty hunter
I know, big brother,

but no one knows Kenny
like I do.

You got to know where to look.

Mom, you bring what I asked?

- I sure did.
It's right here.

- Perfect.

I'll catch up with both of you
in a couple of days with Kenny.

- Right.
- I love you.

- I love you, too, baby.
Be careful.

♪ ♪

- Ma, you sure about this?

- I'm positive.

We spent a lot of money
to have that girl trained.

Now let's see if it pays off.

[laughter]

- So you tell me.
- This one.

- Do you think I still can?

Even though my legs were
almost broken.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, there's three--
- Three of this one.

- That's what I'm saying.
- This one.

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, there you are.
- Hey.

We need more smokes.
- I got you.

- There we go.

There we go.
I got it.

[gunshot]
- [groans]

[tense music]

[gunshot]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

I got your ass.

Mwah!

Time to celebrate.
Let's get the liquor.

♪ ♪

- And I'm telling you
the solution to this.

We need to find this guy
and have him work for us.

- Like I said, if we did that,
LC Duncan would lose his mind.

The last thing I want to do
is lose our spot at the table.

Do you understand
how much money we're making?

- I know, but--

- What--it's just a woman.
- She's got a knife.

- And we've got guns.

- What, you want to shoot her?

Probably some crazy
homeless woman.

Let him go.
- Not a chance, Chinaman.

Fuck you and your brother.
- I know this motherfucker.

He isn't gonna let
either of us live.

Shoot him now.

- You better drop that gun

before that queen behind you
show you she a killer.

- What?
[groaning]

[screams]

♪ ♪

- That was fun, wasn't it?

- Oh, well, fuck 'em.

Decent.
We did that.

- Yes, we did.

You know, there's a certain
sexiness about you.

I didn't notice until
I saw you kill that man.

- I haven't seen your sexiness
since the first time

they got me at Fresh Meadows.

Been a long time for a brother.

Think we need to go talk
about that over some hot dogs,

a little grape soda
and things.

Think you could handle
the handle?

- I can handle that.

- Let get up out of here.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Turn the lights off ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ Buy up all the drinks ♪

♪ We don't need a reason ♪

♪ We just need to grin ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ We livin' the dream ♪

♪ Single for the weekend ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪
- ♪ Team ♪

- ♪ Turn up for the team ♪
- ♪ Team ♪

- ♪ Turn up for the team ♪
- ♪ Team ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪