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♪ 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 ♪

[intriguing music]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

- [chuckles]

I'm feeling that we'll be first game in the--oh, what the fuck?

- Told you it's gonna happen again.

- My God. - LC, look, this is terrible!

- Oh, my God. What the fuck? - They came after us.

Now see, we was--we was coming back to the platoon,

and they was all over us. They just kept coming out--

- Platoon? What are you talking about?

- They won't stop coming after me.

- This ain't a goddamn war. - They was after me.

- I-I-I can't leave my men. - We gotta go.

[all shouting at once]

- We gotta go. - Larry?

- I'm not leaving my men! - Come on, Larry.

- I gotta save my men! - We gotta go!

We gotta go, man. - [screams]

- We gotta go. - Please! [screams]

- I gotta save them. - Larry.

- I gotta save my men. [screaming] Let me go!

- Come on, Larry. - We gotta go.

- [screams]

- This is a bad one. Real bad.

- I don't know why the fuck you telling me.

- We've been sugarcoating this way too long.

He can't be on the streets.

- And you're not gonna put him in no goddamn jail either.

- He needs help, Nee Nee.

- He ain't wrong, sister-in-law.

- [sighs]

All right, I know you gotta do what you gotta do.

- [sighs] - LC, come on, man.

You ain't gotta think through everything.

This is our brother we're talking about here, man.

- Okay.

Nee Nee, I promise you,

when the time is right,

I'll bring him home to you personally.

- I'm gonna hold you to that.

[sighs]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

- Nunu, you all right?

- I gotta go see my brother.

- What?

You gotta do what?

- I gotta--

I gotta go see my brother.

- Okay, all right, all right, baby.

You'll go see your brother, all right?

- Do you want cream and sugar?

- Yes, plenty of sugar, just a little bit of cream.

- Little bit of cream? How about this?

- Hey. Morning. - LC.

- Where you boys headed off to so early?

- We're going to the dealership to get my car serviced,

and then we're gonna go down to the beach

to get some footage.

- Yeah, how about that?

Help him with his prom-posal.

- [chuckles] Well, listen.

Be careful, okay?

I want everyone on high alert until we figure out

who killed the Lees and Cory Black.

- Okay, all right. I got it, Uncle LC.

We good. You ready?

Let's go. - Bye, baby.

- Bye-bye, I love you. - I love you guys. Bye.

- All right. - Okay.

Prom-posal?

- Child, doing look at me.

They lost me at "swipe right." - [chuckles]

- Hey, everybody. - Oh, hey, son.

- Did you just get back from the hospital?

- Yeah, it was a, uh...

It was a really long night.

- Oh, honey, how's Vincent?

Any update? - Little man is strong.

We're expecting to speak to the doctor

in the next few hours to find out

if anybody in the family's a match.

- Here, baby. - Thanks, Ma. I need this.

- I can tell, honey.

- Pop, I, uh,

I don't think I'm gonna be able to make the meeting.

- Hey, don't worry about the meeting.

Okay? You just take care of my grandson.

Me and your brother, we'll handle the meeting.

- All right.

I'm gonna get some rest.

- Oh, Lord. - Yeah.

- Ugh, if it's not one thing, it's another.

Jesus Christ.

- What are you looking at me like that for?

- I mean, you're the youngest client I've ever seen.

There's no doubt in my mind

that you don't have to pay for it.

So what is it, your job?

Is it stressful? Lonely?

- Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.

- Okay, so what do you do? You a day trader?

A tech guru? - [chuckles]

- You a music producer?

- No.

It's a little more dangerous than that.

- So you're a drug dealer.

It's okay. I like bad boys.

- Not a drug dealer.

- Okay, so what do you do that you can afford me?

- [clears throat]

I'm a hitman.

- [scoffs] Boy. As in, you kill people?

[gentle music]

- Yep. - Yeah, okay.

- [chuckles]

You may not believe me, but I just killed Cory Black,

leader of one of the most notorious motorcycle gangs

in the U.S., last night.

- Okay, can I have my hand back?

- Yeah, but follow it up with this

if you don't believe me.

Google it.

- All right.

- Cory Black. - I know how to spell it.

- See? Right there.

Direct kill shot to the heart,

and it was sexy too, ooh.

- This just says he got shot.

This does not say who the killer was,

so you really could've just looked at this article

before I got here and just decided to fuck with my head.

- If it said who the killer was,

don't you think I would be in jail?

- I don't know.

- So you don't believe me?

All right. Give me one second. [clears throat]

This is the weapon I used to kill Cory Black.

Go ahead.

Is that enough for you? Is that--is that enough proof?

- So you just gonna show me

the weapon that you used to kill him?

- I think I just showed you

the weapon that I used to kill him.

- Well, let's put this down, baby,

'cause we don't want no oops. - Mm-mm.

Nothing like that. - [scoffs]

Well, you can lie down.

- Auntie. - Hey.

[chattering softly]

- Oh, good, good. Yeah.

Ugh.

- I'm gonna go to the kitchen.

- Good idea.

- What is she doing here?

- She was invited, unlike you.

What can we do for you, Donna?

- Junior, can you please excuse us for a moment?

I need to speak to your parents in private.

- Sure, Auntie.

Pop, I'll wait for you outside.

- Yeah, I'll be right out.

- Oh, okay.

This is serious, huh?

Why don't we take it in here?

- I'ma try to keep this as brief as possible.

- Well, you're off to a good start.

Just get to the point.

My husband has a meeting.

- Unbelievable.

[clears throat]

I am going to meet Sasha for dinner tonight.

And I'm gonna tell her.

- Okay, so...

what exactly are you planning to tell her?

- I'm gonna tell her what happened in Waycross

and about our agreement.

She's not child anymore, and I think they should know,

especially with everything going on with Orlando.

- Oh, hell, no.

You are not gonna say a goddamn thing.

That's not your decision to make.

- This should have been done a long time ago.

- No, what should have been done a long time ago is--

- Hey, hey, hey! - Kick your fucking ass!

- Sit your ass down.

- Stop, stop! Both of you.

- What's going on here? Can't take this shit anymore.

- What? Could-- - Chippy!

I'm sorry, but Donna's right.

- Are you kidding me? - She's right.

We've held onto this way longer than we planned.

Now, we all had a hand in it,

and we're all gonna tell her together, both of them.

- All right.

- Come on.

- Thank you.

- Really? - I'm sorry, baby, but she's--

it's time.

It's time. - But why now--

Look, why now? - Honey.

- I don't understand, why the fuck now?

All right, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.

I know, I know.

Goddamn it.

Bitch.

[birds chirping]

[ominous music]

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

Next, please?

Hey, Sara.

How are you feeling today?

- I'm good.

However, somebody had a little accident today

in the rec room.

- Oh, no. That's not like Snoopy.

I thought he was trained.

- I thought so too.

What a bad dog.

- Mm. Okay, here we go.

- Sit right there, Snoopy. Okay, sit, stay.

Don't eat any of the pills, okay?

- All right, lift your tongue. Wide. Ah!

There you go.

- See you tomorrow.

Say bye, Snoops. - [chuckles]

I'll see you two tomorrow.

- Next?

♪ ♪

Hi, Bobby. Uh, wild night?

- Yeah, Doc, those monkeys are back,

and they've just been harassing the shit outta me.

I can't get no sleep.

- Okay, well, I can prescribe you some Xanax.

- That's not gonna do it.

My anxiety is just too high, and I can't sleep

with those monkeys just jumping around all over the place.

You gotta--you gotta give me something stronger.

- Unfortunately, Bobby, I mean, that's the best I can do.

- [sighs]

Okay.

Open wide. Give me, "ah." Tongue up. Okay.

Why don't you invite all the monkey into your bed,

and then maybe you all can get some rest?

Yeah?

- You know, that's not a bad idea.

- Yeah. - Thanks, Doc.

- You're welcome. - You have a good day.

- You too, Bobby.

♪ ♪

Wow. What a day.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Thank you all for coming in on such short notice.

I wish it were under better circumstances,

but the sudden loss of the Lee brothers

and Cory Black is cause for concern

for all of us.

- Are we sure these incidents are related?

One was a knife, the other was a sniper.

They could be random incidents.

- You could be right, Demitri,

but my gut tells me they're related.

- I agree with LC.

Someone is using us as target practice,

and whoever it is has great aim.

- So we all know the fragrance esa rata.

This is the works of Alexander Cora.

He wants payback.

He wants revenge for us stealing his company.

For us ruining his life.

- And that's why we gotta take him out now.

Immediately.

- This isn't Alexander.

- How the hell do you know that?

LC, this is a deliberate act.

This Cora, he's got a vendetta against all of you, except me.

He's scared of me.

- I'm telling you, it's not him.

My people have been keeping tabs on him

over the past six months.

All his resources have been allocated

to finding his missing children.

He's obsessed with them.

- Demitri's intel has always been good, Marco.

And as you know, I've had my niece Sasha

keep an eye on him as well.

But what I wanna know...

have any of you spoken about our table to anyone?

- What are you saying, LC?

Are you blaming this on us?

- I wouldn't gamble on it,

but it is possible.

[indistinct chatter]

Take another step, and I'll shoot you.

- That's--let him in.

Antonio, what's going on?

- Pardon my tardiness, gentlemen.

I didn't receive word about this little gathering

until just a little bit ago.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I'm here to share the bad news.

- What bad news?

- Our beloved Don Fredricko is dead.

- What? - Not Fredricko.

- When? - Last night.

They shot him leaving his own restaurant.

- My God. - [sighs]

- Son of a bitch.

[tense music]

What exactly does that mean for us?

- Well...

I'm so glad that you asked

'cause after meeting with the family,

it's been decided that I'm the new Don,

so I'm here to--

I'm here to claim my seat

and represent what will be called

the Dash Family,

formally known as La Familia don AC.

♪ ♪

Well, please, go on.

- Antonio, if what you say is true,

you're welcome to take Don Fredricko's seat.

But that's not it.

[phone buzzing]

- Hey, Mom. - Did you find your brother?

- No, not yet, but I'm close.

- Well, you better be

because I think your brother killed LC's friend.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about a man that LC does business with.

He was shot

with a sniper's rifle.

- A sniper rifle?

- Yeah, a sniper's rifle, and your brother has

a sniper's rifle.

- Shit.

Okay, you didn't tell me that.

- Well, I'm telling you now.

- Okay, well, then just let me do what I do.

Like I said, I'm close.

- Close won't be good enough if your brother is dead.

- Babe,

I thought you were getting me some coffee.

- I'm getting it now. - What you doing?

- Junior, come on. Give me a second.

- [chuckles nervously] - Thank you, baby.

- Hi, Junior. - Hey, Auntie.

What's going on? - Oh, how are you?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Uh, you fine and all, but, um,

you can't get gum all over my seats.

- I won't. I promise.

My daddy taught me to have respect for cars.

- Oh, it sounds like I'd get along with your daddy.

What's your name, ma?

- Lauryn. - Oh, I like that.

They call me Low Jack.

This car is sexy as hell.

- Mm. Mm-hmm.

- There's not many of these babies

laying around anymore. - No, only one in the state.

- One of a kind.

Your car?

- Uh, actually, it's my client's.

He's a collector, and he let's me bring it to the shows

because I do all of the work on all of his cars.

- Hmm.

You don't think he'll mind if I hang around for a while,

you think?

I kind of have a thing for hot cars

and hot guys.

- I tell you what.

I wouldn't give a shit if he did mind.

- Bet.

Why don't you show me what's under the hood?

- Oh, I'ma show you what's under the hood.

You're looking at one actually, right?

- Today has got to be the greatest day of my life.

The Dash family is finally back where they're supposed to be,

at the top.

And I've taken my rightful place

at the head of this family and as of Don.

And not only that, I've got the most sensual woman

I've ever seen in my life next to me

making this already-happy day even happier.

Now, I don't think it gets any better than this.

What do you think?

- Is that supposed to be some kind of compliment, Antonio?

- Yes, it is.

What am I supposed to say?

I got this hot piece of ass waiting in my bed?

Come on, Niq.

- [chuckles]

I've got some class. - Hmm.

- I mean, look what I'm dealing with.

- Yes. - Salut.

- Salut.

You are dealing with a whole lot,

especially between your legs.

- Mm. You always liked him better than me.

He listens to you, right?

[both chuckle]

All bullshit aside,

you know you surprised me when you reached out to me.

I suppose your husband's sudden fall from grace,

God bless him,

kinda cleared you up.

- Well, I never did well with weak men.

Right now Alexander is a shell of himself.

Right now, I need a man how knows how to be on top.

Someone who can achieve the things

that I need to achieve. Hmm?

- Well, I think you've come to the right place.

- Oh, have I? - Mm-hmm.

- Are you the man who can help me, Antonio?

- Right now, you can get me to do

just about anything you want.

I'm on top of the world, baby.

- Mm.

- But I need to know what you need.

You hear me?

- I need you to help me get my children back.

Can you help me do that?

- Done.

- Then you can have anything you want.

- Come here.

- You come here.

[dramatic music]

- Don't play games, Vinnie.

You know exactly why they're here.

They're getting tested,

and one of them may save our son.

- That's my son.

Vinnie Dash Jr.

Orlando Duncan's just a sperm donor.

- Nobody's arguing that. - Oh, yeah?

Then why are they strutting around like they own the place?

And why do I feel like I'm on the outside looking in?

- It's not what you think.

- Then why do I feel like it is?

Are they here to be with him?

Or are they here to be with you?

'Cause the way I'm seeing things,

they're more interested in being here with you.

- Can't believe you would even say something like that.

Vincent is their grandchild,

and they're here to support him.

- Are you kidding me?

They put a fucking bounty on my head.

Did you not forget about that?

- I haven't forgotten anything.

But right now, none of that means anything.

Our son is sick,

and the Duncans may be the only way to save him.

- Then you gotta make a decision.

[dramatic music]

Are you with them

or me?

- Don't push me, Vinnie,

'cause in the end,

the only one I will choose is Vincent.

♪ ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Damn, man. Look at you.

There it is.

Oh, man.

It's even prettier than I remember.

Man, she is gorgeous.

Mind if I hop in?

- Nah, knock yourself out.

- Thank you. - Help you out right there.

- Thank you, man.

Ooh! Shit!

You know how good I look behind this wheel?

- [chuckles]

- Whew! How much, man?

- Oh, nah, she's not for sale.

- Come on, bro. Everything's for sale.

You just gotta find the right price.

- Not this one.

Yeah, my client bought this about ten years ago,

swore he'd never sell it.

Matter of fact, turned down 50k the other night.

- Really?

- This is the only one in the whole tri-state.

- That I know. Man.

You know, why don't you give your client a call?

Just ask him what the not-for-sale price is.

You feel me?

Just, you know, humor me.

- All right. Give me sec. - Thank you.

Appreciate you.

- Yeah, brah.

Yes, dude here asking about what the not-for-sale price is

on your car.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, he seems serious.

Yeah, all right.

So, look, my client is looking to make a huge

pharmaceutical purchase.

Said he'll take $60,000 and not a penny less.

- Okay. For real?

- Yeah, but I wouldn't fuck around

'cause if he's gotta get that money after that purchase,

he ain't gonna sell.

- Yeah, that makes sense.

I'll you what,

I'm gonna give you a call tonight.

You got a number I can reach you at?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

- Appreciate it, man.

Um, this right here, that's $3,000.

Save this for me.

Don't sell this car to nobody. All right?

I'ma call you tonight with the rest of the money.

- You don't want a receipt or nothing?

- What I'm gonna do with a receipt, man?

You wanna fuck me over?

Shit man,

I'ma just have to kill you.

Plain and simple.

We good? - We good.

- All right, man. Stay safe.

We'll talk.

- So I got you two cheeseburgers and some fries.

Sorry they didn't have any more hot dogs.

Hey, where did you get all that money from?

This young punk came in here talking about buying this car.

- What did he look like?

- About 5'9", light-skinned,

kind of looked like a predator.

He think he a tough guy. - Shit!

Which way did he go?

- That way. Why?

Hey, hey! What?

[phone buzzing]

- Yo?

- Hey, what's up, Dennis?

- Hey, what's up, young buck?

- Hey, man, put my dad on. I found it.

[chuckles]

- Who is that? - It's your son.

He said he found it.

- What?

Hey, boy.

- Hey, what's up, Dad? I found it.

The only other thing,

I'ma need another honey hole for it though.

- You found it? Where'd you find it?

- It was at a auto show in Westchester, actually.

- Wait a minute.

You found my money at an auto-show in Westchester?

- No, no, Dad, I found our car.

The one you were working on with me, the Triumph?

- The Triumph? I thought they said they sold that thing.

- I found it.

I'm just gonna need a little bit of money for it though.

- What do you mean you need some money?

Boy, there was $20,000 in that honey hole.

Hell did you did, spend it on hoes and bad wine?

- No, the wine was kind of expensive.

Come on, now.

- [laughs] And the hoes were not?

[sighs]

How much money you talking?

- They asked me $60,000 for it.

- Boy, I spent 300 bucks on that car.

- [sighs] So what you saying?

You don't want me to have the car?

- [sighs]

I'm not saying that.

- Maybe I should be more like Curtis, huh?

Maybe if I go kiss LC's ass he'll buy me a fucking car.

- Hey. I want you to understand something.

LC doesn't take care of my fucking family.

I take care of my kids, you got that?

And you don't talk to me with that kind of language.

Now, I'm gonna get you your 60 grand,

and I don't wanna hear any more about this shit.

Now, did you stake out that building

like Dennis told you to?

- Yeah, yeah. Routine. Same as last time.

- Then I suggest you go handle your business,

and you let me take care of mine.

- All right, for sure.

Well, I'll see you soon.

- I'll talk to you later. Okay? I love you, boy.

- Everything all right, director?

- Yeah.

Everything's smooth as fucking sand.

- Kids.

- Oh, yeah. Kids.

- We've gotten the results of everyone

who's been tested, and I wish I had better news

for all of you, but unfortunately,

there wasn't a match.

- Are you sure, Doctor?

I had so many of my family members tested.

Are you sure there's not one match?

- No, there wasn't.

- I can call some of my family members, get them tested.

Maybe they'll be a match.

- Clearly you don't know how science works, do you?

Stupid motherfucker.

- So now what do we do?

- Well, there are other options,

and I've registered Vincent

with the national bone marrow database.

There's always a possibility of finding a match there.

- That's a long shot, Doc.

- Yes, it is.

But there are some clinical trials underway

at UCLA, and they've shown some success.

He'd have to be treated at my clinic though.

- You can't just treat him here at this hospital?

- Unfortunately, we can't.

I'm a visiting doctor here,

brought in at Mr. Duncan's request.

Neither me nor my team have had any privileges here

at this hospital.

Your son would have to be moved to UCLA

if I'm going to treat him full-time.

- That's not a problem. I can make that happen.

- I don't like the idea of leaving New York right now.

- I'm so fucking tired of you.

Nobody asked you what you liked.

I don't give a fuck about what you think.

My son is gonna get the best care he can possibly get.

Do you understand that? - Your son? This is my son.

I didn't see you in the delivery room.

- Are you out of your fucking mind?

- Excuse me.

He's my son.

I'll let you know what I decide, Doctor.

- I understand.

I know that this is a lot to take in.

You let me know how you wish to proceed,

and we'll go from there.

I'm going to go run some more tests on Vincent.

- Doctor, let me ask you something.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Heheh, nice suit, Brother Minister.

Oh, yeah, not for long though.

Come on.

Who is that?

Get out the fucking way.

Come on, man. One more step.

One more step, then I've got your ass.

- What's up, bro? - Fuck.

What the hell?

Lauryn, what the fuck are you doing here?

- Mommy sent me to find you.

And from what I'm seeing, she wasn't wrong.

What the fuck are you doing?

- I'm doing my job,

if you'll let me get back to it, please.

Fuck, Lauryn!

You made me miss my shot.

- Give me that. - You bugging.

You know...

you fucked up $60,000.

$60,000 because you wanna go nag somebody.

Now you're trying to take my shit, like--

who do you think you are, Mom? - What's going on with you?

Kenny? You're not taking Ma's calls,

Curtis', or mine.

We're worried about you.

- Worried for what?

You're looking at me.

Clearly I'm doing perfectly fine.

- No, you're not, and you're gonna talk to Mom with me.

- The hell I am.

- Kenny, I don't want to have to hurt you.

- Lauryn,

you took the words right out of my fucking mouth.

Back the fuck up.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Okay. That's how you wanna play this?

You sure?

'Cause I can play like that too.

All day. - Really?

- Oh, that shit look pretty real to me, don't it?

Oh, that's very nice of you. I appreciate that.

Stay safe out there, sis.

There's a lot of crazy motherfuckers out tonight.

- You're out of control. - Uh-huh.

- You see, this is what happens

when you wait until the last minute

to do a project.

Now we gonna be up all night working on it.

- I know, I know.

- Well, I hope so because this is ridiculous, Mariah.

- Mm, did I come in at a bad time?

- No, Aunt Nee Nee, it's just that somebody

forgot to tell me that they had a project

due tomorrow until 20 minutes ago.

- Oh, I know about those days.

Hmm, at least you have a little snack.

When it came to Curtis and them,

they got nothing. - Nothing?

- Nothing.

- Don't placate her, Aunt Nee Nee,

because I'm the one that's gonna be up all night

with her making sure she gets this done.

Now I gotta go to the store and get everything

that she needs. You need anything?

- No, I'm good.

- Mariah, can you go upstairs and get my purse, baby?

- Yes, Momma.

- Mm! I remember those days too.

- Yep.

- Momma used to call me Lazy London.

I used to procrastinate with my schoolwork so much.

- I remember that.

Well, you know, I guess it's a little hard

when you have to do it on your own.

You know, what really did happen between you

and that lawyer fella, Harris?

- Curtis didn't tell you? - No, he didn't.

You know, he doesn't like to talk

about other people's business too much.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, if I'm being honest, Aunt Nee Nee,

I just got tired.

You know, some things just aren't worth fighting for,

and that marriage was one of them.

- I hear you, girl.

Men are just not like what they used to be.

You know, I have to tell you the truth.

I never liked Harris.

Mm-mm. Never.

Seemed like every time he would come over,

I felt like he had his hand in my pocket.

Mm-hmm. Your Uncle Larry feels the same way.

- Well, how come neither one of y'all

never said anything to me?

- Not everything that you think you should say.

Besides, would you have listened?

- Probably not.

- Well, I'm glad you got married

because you have two beautiful daughters.

Mariah and Mimi,

and they are worth it alone

to have to deal with Harris's shit.

- Yeah, they are.

- You know, I'ma ask you a question.

You were married to a lawyer.

But do you know any really, really good

criminal lawyers?

- What you need a lawyer for, Aunt Nee Nee?

- I have my reasons.

Well, answer the question.

- Well, the best lawyers I know outside of Harris

are the Hudsons.

I remember Harris used to say that the son, Lamont,

was really good. Even better than the father.

- Mm, good to know.

- Here's your bag, Momma.

- Oh, okay.

Let's get up on outta here before they close.

[indistinct speech]

I said, let's get outta here before they close.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- What's up?

Let me get a Jack and Coke with lime.

- You got an ID?

- You serious?

I was just carded at the door.

- [sighs] I get it, but I'ma need to see it.

♪ ♪

Duncan? - Mm-hmm.

- Any relation to Rio?

- He's my cousin.

And he'll get the same as me.

- 'Sup, peach? - Curtis.

- What's up, Little Larry?

- Curtis, I love you,

but you need to stop calling me that shit.

I'm not no tomboy no more.

And you and Daddy ain't coaching softball.

I'm a grown-ass woman.

- Whatever, man.

See, that's why I call you Little Larry.

'Cause you my baby sister, and I don't wanna see you

all grown up and shit.

- Okay, well, thanks for the explanation,

but it's too late.

- Whatever.

- You talk to Ma?

- No, why? What's up?

- I found Kenny.

- You found him? - Yeah, but he got away.

That little bastard tried to pull a gun on me.

- Get the fuck outta here. - I'm serious.

- Man, he outta control. He know better than that.

- Okay, well, evidently not.

And I could've stopped him,

but I promised myself I would not put my hands on him

after I broke his arm that one time.

- I know that is not little Lauryn.

- Rio! - What's going on, girl?

- Nothing. How's Paris? - She's good.

You know, in Greece, living her best life.

Conquering the world.

Last time I heard, you was in Europe.

- Yeah, I just finished.

- Trying to get her to do some bounty hunter work for me

when we go back home. - Okay.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- We're closed.

We don't open till 11:00.

- That makes no difference to me.

I'm here to see the owner.

Tell her Antonio Dash is here.

- Come on, it's okay.

It's okay.

- It's okay.

- Ladies, can you give me a moment, please?

I'll be with you in a moment.

Mr. Dash. It's a pleasure to meet you.

I've heard so much about you.

Come have a seat with me.

- I think you'll understand, trying to keep a low profile.

- I guess that's what you would have to do,

considering your new position.

- So I guess the rumors are true.

You're very well informed.

So let me ask you, are you able to provide the service

that we discussed earlier?

- I wouldn't have asked you if I couldn't,

but I must admit,

your request was not an easy one,

nor will it be cheap.

- Mm.

I knew that going in.

So tell me,

what do we do?

- Well, Mr. Dash,

in my business, you need to pay first

before you get any services.

- Is that right? - Oh, yeah.

I hope you understand.

- And this is for you.

You have 24 hours,

so you just enjoy yourself, okay?

- Only 24 hours, huh?

What do we do with the rest of the week?

- Go talk, Mr. Dash.

- You know, this is one of Sonya's favorite restaurants.

I'm sure she would love to join us.

both: No.

- All righty, then.

Well, you have something very important to tell me.

what's going on?

- Well, um, son.

Your mother and I, we, um...

- I think we should wait until Sasha gets here.

- I agree.

- Sasha's coming too? Huh.

- She is, yeah. - Interesting.

- She should be here by now. I told her not to be late.

Elijah probably popped the question.

- Wait, he proposed?

- Yes.

You didn't know?

Oh. Elijah and Sasha are getting engaged,

if they aren't already.

I'm surprised.

You're usually up on these things.

- Oh, shit.

[phone buzzing]

- Hello?

- Be nice. - Yeah.

Are you sure?

[dramatic music]

We, uh--we need to leave now.

- Me and you? - No, no, all of us.

- Everything all right, LC? - Me too?

- Yeah. - What's going on?

- We need to leave now.

I'll explain everything in the car.

♪ ♪

- How you doing, Mr. Duncan?

- I don't know how to answer that, Detective.

You tell me.

- We found a body.

However, we're still securing the area right now, sir.

- Has the body been positively identified?

- No, sir.

But we did find this.

- A Lamborghini was impounded this morning

at the pier in Long Beach for an illegal overnight stay.

It was registered to Sasha Duncan.

- No! - God, no.

- I need to identify the body, Detective.

If it's my niece, my family needs to know.

- Mr. Duncan, with all due respect,

I'd prefer if you didn't.

- Detective, I don't give a shit what you prefer.

I've seen dead bodies before.

Now, if you just-- just move aside.

- Not like this, you haven't, sir.

And whether that's your niece or not, trust me.

It's not something you wanna see.

- Why? What happened to her?

- [sighs]

The crabs got a hold of her and did a job

on her head and face. - Oh, Lord.

- You don't wanna see her like this, Mr. Duncan.

We can use DNA to get a confirmation,

so you don't have to go over there.

- I need to see her, Detective.

I owe that to my brother Lou.

Now, if you just-- just step aside.

Just wait--wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait here.

- Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.

- No. That's--

that's not her. It can't be her.

- No, no, no! No!

Oh, my God! That's my daughter.

That's her, LC!

This has the bracelet.

This is the same bracelet Elijah has. No!

Oh, my God, my baby girl.

No!

- ♪ Time to let it shine ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ Buy up all the drinks ♪

♪ We don't need a reason ♪

♪ We just need to grieve ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ We living the dream ♪

♪ Singing for the weekend ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ ♪