All language subtitles for The.Family.Business.S02E03.en

- Previously on
"The Family Business"...

- Going somewhere?

- [gags]

- What are you doing
this weekend?

- I'm meeting with
some potential client

Saturday in Playa de Migjorn.

- Legalization is right around
the corner, right?

- Oh, yeah.

- We're gonna get rich.

Get your ass up!
- Yeah!

- Bring it in, baby.
Bring it in!

- We need to double down
on legalization.

- I think Aunt London's
onto something.

- Brother Xavier wants you to
stop fornicating with his wife.

- And what if I don't?

- I'd recommend you get
your personal affairs in order,

as your time
among the living will be short.

- Shit.

[triumphant music]

- ♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ We know you like it,
it's the family business ♪

♪ Oh, na, na, na, na,
family business ♪

♪ If one wins, we all win ♪

♪ Oh, na,
oh, family business ♪

[light, tense music]

♪ ♪

- What the hell are you
supposed to be doing?

Intimidating me?

- No, Johnny,
I'm here to kill you.

- Kill me?

[both laugh]

- Yes, kill you.

- Oh, you must be new
around here.

New or just plain stupid.

You do know
I'm Johnny Boy Williams,

leader of the Aryan Nation?

And I eat darkies
like you for breakfast.

- Oh, I know who you are.

And since we're in
the business of introductions,

my name is Xavier.

- Yeah.

You're one of them Black
National Muslims, ain't you?

- Yeah, I'm Muslim.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, wait a minute. Xavier.

Yeah, I heard of you.
What the hell does

a wannabe towelhead
like you want with me, huh?

You know the Nation
and the Black Muslims

have been at peace
for almost three years.

- And they will stay at peace.
- Oh.

What's this about then, huh?

This a personal beef or--
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did I screw one of the guys
that you had your eye on, hmm?

- No. This ain't personal.
[chuckles]

This business.

See, I'm getting paid
to kill you.

- [chuckles]

Yeah.

[laughs]

[grunting]

[both grunting]

- Who paid you?

- I don't think
that matters right now.

Matter of fact, for you,
it just might matter.

You ever heard the expression,
"Honor amongst thieves"?

- Yeah.
- Well, it appears

the Aryan leadership

has discovered
that you have been stealing

from their drug enterprise
for many, many years now.

And you know what,

they just paid me to make sure
it doesn't continue.

- [wincing, grunting]

- You got a visitor.
- I wonder who that could be.

[both laugh]

♪ ♪

- Junior. Honey, you back here?

- Yeah, Ma.

- Honey, why are you back
in the dark?

Did you give her the ring?
She said yes! Muah!

- You didn't propose
to Sonya, did you?

- Yes.
- That was the plan,

but I didn't get a chance.

- So what? You forgot the ring?

- No, unfortunately,

I was interrupted by
three of her husband's friends.

- Wait a minute. Husband?
She's married?

- She's in process of getting
a divorce.

And that's why I didn't
want to tell y'all

because I know
y'all would be judging her.

- Yeah, well, fat chance
of that now, right?

- Yeah, you're right.
I am judging her.

I told you
this was gonna happen.

- Okay, okay. We'll just deal
with all that later.

What I'm concerned
about right now

is who these friends
of her husband are.

It didn't get physical, did it?
- No.

And that's what bothers me, Ma.

They weren't looking
for a fight.

But they weren't backing away
from one either.

- Were guns involved?
- Not from what I can see.

But judging by their demeanor,

it wouldn't have
mattered either way.

They were going to deliver
their message

one way or the other.

- And what exactly
was the message?

- To paraphrase,

her husband says for me
to stay away from his wife.

But that shit
ain't gonna happen.

- Oh, of course not.

Why would you stop messing

with a married man's wife
just because he asked?

- She doesn't want to be
with him, O.

I'm getting sick and tired of
you talking shit about Sonya.

- What does Sonya have
to say about all this?

I mean, is this
a plausible threat?

- I don't know, Ma.
She cried the whole way home.

And once she stopped crying
and shaking, she told me

not to worry about him,
that she would handle him.

Then she started crying again.

So I didn't want to push it.

I thought I'd wait
till the morning

when everything
would calm down.

But then when I woke up,
she was gone.

And now she's not
answering her phone.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- The only people here
are your family.

I told you this, man.

- All right, you know, Orlando,
with your dad still in Daytona,

I really need you to be a help,
not a hindrance.

Babe, can you do that, please?

Please?
- Yeah.

Yeah. Okay, man, look.

What we need to know is what
you know about them and him.

- All I know is they call him
Brother Xavier,

and Sonya calls him Charlie.

I know he's doing
a bit Upstate for murder.

I didn't ask that many
questions because I knew

that she was getting a divorce.

I trust her, O.

- Okay.
- I trust her.

- All right, man, we got you.
- I know, baby.

But I don't like it.

I mean, if he's capable of
murder, his friends are, too.

- You're exactly right, Ma.

We need to have
a lot more information.

- Yeah.

- So maybe it's time
that we take that trip

you were talking about, hmm?

- Yeah.

Orlando, I think you're right.

We got you.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- Wow. This is beautiful.

Your boy Niles
sure knows how to live.

- Yeah, it's beautiful, right?
I'm actually impressed.

- Paris, Rio.

- Nice to meet you.
- Willy.

Come this way.

- So where's this
illustrious host?

Shouldn't he be here
to greet us?

- Should be.

- He's over there.

- My, my. Paris, Paris, you see
what I see?

- Oh, yeah, Ri.

I see it.

- Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

[laughs]

- Caught dinner, thought
we'd eat in tonight.

- Clearly.

Let's go eat.

- I see you got my message.

- Yeah, I got your raggedy-ass
message loud and clear.

Why else would I be here?

- I'd like to think that
you came to your senses.

- Yeah, I came to my senses,
Charles.

I want a divorce.

- My name is Xavier,
and I love you.

And that ain't happening.

- You can't do nothing for me
locked up in here.

I need to be held at night,
made love to.

I can't do this no more.

- Look, I'm sorry.
I understand, my queen.

- [scoffs]
- But I can fix this.

If my contract
was reinstated.

I know it's been hard for you.

But I can make it right.
I love you, Sonya.

- Don't you think it's a little
too late for that?

You love me?
You love your damn self.

I want to be free.

- You love this man?
- Yes!

- Is that what you're
telling me?!

- Yes, that's what
I'm telling you.

I didn't mean for it to happen,
but it did.

- You do understand that I will
kill this man

and anybody
that stands in between us.

The only way you are gon'
be free is if one of us dies.

And I ain't going nowhere
no time soon, boo.

Pardon me, my queen.

Wallahi!

♪ ♪

- So can I get you guys
anything to drink from the bar?

- I'll take my usual.

- I'll have a sex on the beach.

- You want that now
or after dinner?

- Well, you can never have
too much sex on the beach.

- I'll have what she's having
but without him.

She doesn't like to share.

- Rio!
- What?

I'm not lying.
You don't like to share.

Hello?

- Rio.
- Hello, Sebastian.

I was hoping you'd call.

You finish your business
in town?

- Nah. Big boss isn't coming
till Friday,

so I got some time on my hands.

Where you at?

- I'm just at a friend's villa,
hanging out.

But I can be wherever you are.

- Yeah, okay.
I'll have Baby

send the location.

Meet me.
We shop till we drop.

- Do that. I'll be on my way.

Well, good people,
I bid you adieu.

- Wait. Where are you going?

Aren't we supposed
to go paddle boarding?

- Sorry, Paris.
But Sebastian offered

to take me shopping
in Playa de Migjorn.

So what did you
expect me to do?

- Take me with you.
I wanna go.

- What about him?

- You want to go
shopping with us?

- Tell you what,
you two go shopping

while I catch us some lobster
for dinner.

You like lobster?

- I love lobster.

- Grazie.

- Ugh.

Paris, come on.

Paris, let's go!

- [sobbing]

Let me look at you.

I thought we'd have you
out by now, but--

- It's all good, Mama.

Mama, look,

you do what you can.

And when the time comes,
I'll be ready to come home.

- Yeah.
- But until then, I'm good.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- You promise me that?

- Yeah.
- Okay, okay.

- All right.
- Good to see you, Vegas.

- So how's Nevada?
- Nevada's fine.

Growing like a weed.
We got his braces taken off.

Oh, you should see
his smile now.

- Yeah, I know.
He sent me a picture.

- He did?
- Mm-hmm.

So how's Consuela,
my baby's mama?

- She's good.
You know,

she's spending
half her time in California,

other half in New York
to be with Nevada.

So she's good.

- So why are you here?

You know how I feel
about social visits.

- Um--

- Junior stuck his hand
in a hornet's nest.

And we need some help
to get it out.

- What kind of hornet's nest?

- Well, go ahead.

So anxious to spill your guts,
you know, why stop now?

- Junior's been seeing
a married woman.

And her locked up husband

is not happy about it.
- Yeah.

- It's not like Junior to mess
with a married woman.

I guess he really
must like her.

- Yeah. Your brother is sprung.

I mean, this girl got his nose
so wide open,

he's not even listening
to anything anybody got to say.

He want to do it his way--
- Okay.

We get the picture, Harris.
To clarify, honey, she says

that she's in the midst
of a divorce, so--

- Yeah, but three of
her husband's buddies

rolled up on him,

three Muslims
looking dudes, right?

They rolled up on him
and told him

that they were gonna
give me bodily harm

if he didn't stop seeing her.

- Her? She has a name.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm so--Sonya.

- Thank you.
- They said Sonya,

that if Junior
didn't stop seeing Sonya

that they would--they
were gonna take his life.

- Mm.

- You said he's locked up.
You got a name?

- Yeah, he goes by the name
of Brother Xavier.

But his government name--
- Ho--hold on.

Are you sure they said
Brother Xavier?

- Yes. Why? Do you know him?

- Only by reputation.

Brother Xavier, or Brother X,
as they call him

is nobody to play with.

You tell Pops

to send someone uptown
to handle this immediately.

- Okay.
- Before this gets out of hand.

♪ ♪

- Hi.
- How's it going?

- How you doing?
Thank you for inviting me, man.

How are you?
- Hi.

♪ ♪

- Nadja, I could
have killed you.

- You wouldn't kill the woman

who writes your checks,
would you?

- Nadja, what are you
doing here?

- Look at me. What do you think
I'm doing here?

- Mm.

[clears throat]

Not gonna happen.

Look, I told you in Barcelona,

this is strictly a business
relationship from now on.

- That's not what you said
in Morocco

or last month in Athens.

- All true.

But what did I say in Milan?

- Mm, I don't remember.

Something about some American
woman you met in Paris.

I was drunk,
and that wasn't important.

Just like
it's not important now.

- But it is. And she's here.

So you need to leave.

How--how did you even know
I was in Spain?

- You didn't think you're
the only one invited

to meet with them, did you?

- Who I meet with
is not your concern.

I'm an independent contractor.

Any obligation I had to
your family has been satisfied.

- Yes.

And now we are free
to satisfy each other.

- Listen, Nadja,

I'm sorry that you came
all this way for nothing.

But I really am gonna
need you to leave.

- Just like that,
you're putting me out?

Who is this woman who has you
so ready to throw away

all we have
and all that we can be?

- She's everything you're not.

- You're such a fool.

No one can love you like I do.

You'll regret this, Niles.
And so will she.

- I'll take my chances.

Goodbye, Nadja.

- Brother Minister, it is
a pleasure to meet you, sir.

My name is Harris Grant.

I am legal counsel
for Duncan Motors.

You spoke with my father-in-law
earlier. This is--

- Orlando Duncan,
it's been too long.

- Yes, it has been a long time,
Brother Minister.

- Yes, indeed.

- It's been 12 years
since I left the school.

- And in that time, I've heard
many things about you

but always with admiration
and with respect.

Yes, indeed.
You made an old man proud.

- Shukran, Brother Minister.

Your teachings, they have
been invaluable in my life.

- Very well. Thank you.
So what brings you uptown?

Sit.

- Unfortunately, my brother
Junior has found himself

in a very sensitive problem

with someone who I believe
to be one of the brothers.

- One of the brothers?
- Yeah.

- Yes.
A man by the name of Xavier.

But his government name
happens to be Charles Brown.

- Yes, I know him. But he's not
one of the brothers.

At least not anymore.

- I'm not sure we're following.

- Well, for many years,

Xavier was an up and coming
and devout Muslim,

hard-working, honorable,

capable, one of the elite.

But he--he lost his way.

- Lost his way?
- Well, let's just say

that Brother Xavier,
his views are very extreme.

So much so that we had to
shut him from the community

to rein him in.

But we were wrong,
terribly wrong.

- With all due respect, sir,
how so?

- Well, instead
of humbling Xavier,

it led him to create
his own group.

You ever heard
of the Black Brotherhood?

- Yeah. Isn't that prison gang?

- So they would want you
to believe.

They're much more than
a prison gang, Mr. Grant.

They're killers,
contracted killers.

- [chuckles] Good thing Junior
is not locked up in a cell.

- This is not a laughing
matter, Mr. Grant.

Xavier is not a man
to be trifled with.

He has over 200 trained killers
in the prison

and another 100 on the outside.

And what makes it worse,
they're even more dangerous

because they have no conscience

and they are committed
to their cause.

So I need to ask you,
exactly why does your brother

have some sort of issue
with Xavier?

- Regretfully, I have to
tell you that my brother

has been sleeping with his wife
for over a year now.

- [clears throat]

Islam is very clear
about adultery.

And because of Xavier's
extreme beliefs,

he'll be led to take his life

and anyone
who stands in his way,

if for no other reason,

to not lose faith
with his followers.

- I'm clear.

But you know we are not gonna
let that happen,

which is why I came to ask
for your help.

Nobody wants a war.

- Okay. We have some people
who still talk to his people.

Perhaps there's a way
to get Xavier

to accept an olive branch,
so to speak.

We'll give it a try.

But I can't guarantee anything.

- Thank you.

That's all I can ask
is that you try.

And for that,
I am truly grateful.

- Good to see you again.

- Great to see you,
Brother Minister.

- Yes, you too.

- 298, 299, 300.

- Hey, man.
Jefferson and Dosan

are coming through.

- All right, let 'em in.

About time.

[knocking]

- Italians just got word

that the little problems
in Attica and Broadway

have been handled.

They send their thanks
for taking care

of that
little piece of business.

- Just tell 'em a proper
payment would be thanks enough.

What else?
- Speaking of business,

arrangements have been made.

- Good. Very good.
- Good?

When we getting paid, X?
- My name is Xavier.

And what--is he a rookie
or something?

What's that, COD?
Cash on delivery.

- He's just excited is all.
He'll pull it together.

- He better 'cause
if he fuck this up,

they're gonna find
both of y'all floating

in the Hudson tomorrow,

6:00 a.m., breaking news.

I'll break your ass.

♪ ♪

- Contact him.
This was delivered already.

- Yeah.

What is up with the--what's up
with the status in Miami?

- I don't know.

Pilot radioed in earlier today
and said that Paris and Rio

are headed toward Spain
this morning.

- Spain? What the hell
are they doing in Spain?

- I'll let you know as soon

as I can get one of them
to call me back.

But until then, we need
to get these reports done.

Pop is gonna be here
tomorrow morning.

- I need your signature here.

- Did you get those purchase
orders from Florida?

- I think we can just rearrange
those numbers if we move

these over to the second unit.

And I think that will balance

both of them out
on paper at least.

- Did you get those--
- Brother Minister

to see Orlando Duncan.
- Nevada Duncan.

- Nevada Duncan,
it's good to meet you.

- You too.
- Ah.

I'll get you to Orlando
in just a minute.

- Very well.

- Hello.
- Hey.

- There's some man named
Brother Minister

who wants to see you.

- Brother Minister's here?
- Yeah.

- Okay, thanks.

- I wonder what this is about.

- I don't know.
But it must be important

for him to come down here
himself and not call me first.

Brother Minister.

- Orlando Duncan.
Good to see you again.

- Good to see you again.

- Sorry for the unannounced
visit.

But I've got some sensitive
news regarding Xavier.

- Okay, please come in.
- Thank you.

- Have a seat.

Would you like some water,
Brother Minister?

- No, thank you,
Brother Orlando.

We received word
from our prison grapevine

that Xavier has escaped
from prison.

- Wait a minute, escaped?
Are you sure?

- Well, our prison resources
have been

pretty reliable in the past.

We expect that the news media

will begin broadcasting
this within the hour.

- Brother Minister, I've never
known you to be one

who beats around the bush.

So please, tell me
why you really came down here.

- Well, the only solution
is that your brother

leave Xavier's wife alone.

- That's not gonna happen.
I know my brother.

- Well, that's unfortunate.

Now if he were my brother,

I would keep him safe
and well-guarded.

- Harris.
- Yeah.

- The first order of business
is making sure

that Junior stays
in this house on lockdown.

Take away his keys.

And if he has a problem
with that,

he can take it up
with me or Pop.

You understand?
- Got it.

- And as I promised,
our people will serve

as negotiators the best we can.

We can't promise resolution,
but we'll try.

- Shukran, Brother Minister.

My family and I will do
whatever we can to make sure

that this situation
does not get out of hand.

- This psycho has already
broken out of prison.

I feel like it's already
out of hands.

- Perhaps. But we must try.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Good to see you,
Brother Orlando.

- Great to see you,
Brother Minister.

- That young man,
is he coming to the school?

- I can't speak for him.

He's gonna have
to decide for himself.

- Ah, very well. But you can
influence him, right?

- Yeah.
- Always good to see you.

- Yes.
- Until next time.

- Yes.
- Okay.

- Harris will show you out.
- Yes, sir.

- Right this way.

- Hey. Mama Chippy said
you want to see me.

- Yes, I did, my dear.
- Mm.

- Well, I'm not going
to pretend

that I'm happy about the things
I've been hearing

these last few days
about your husband's threats.

You know, I have done
everything in my power

to welcome you
because I like you.

And I know you love my son.

- Yes.
- And I know he loves you.

On top of all of that,
we're not your average family.

Takes a very special person
to be a part of it.

You could have told me.

You could have told me
that you were married.

- Oh, Mrs. Duncan,
I told Junior--

- Don't even try
to explain to me!

It won't help you.
You know why?

Because you put my son
and family at risk.

Oh, and in case
you didn't know,

your husband escaped
from prison last night.

- What? What?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. He escaped.

So I really don't have the time

nor the patience for you
to sugarcoat some shit.

Now I have questions.
And I want fuckin' answers.

- Okay, well, what do you want
to know?

I'll tell you anything.

- Your husband...

is he planning
on coming after my son?

Is he in real danger?

- I think so. I just--

- [sighs] And are the rest
of my family--

are they in danger, too?

- I mean, only if they get,
you know, in the middle

of what he really wants.

I mean, he's relentless.
I just--

- Oh, yeah. And what he
really wants is you.

Yeah.
- Mm.

But I promise you,
I would--

I would never
let nothing happen to you

or this family.

I love y'all. I really do.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- I mean, I couldn't live
with myself

if something happened to y'all.
I just--

- Good. Good, good.

So that means you're gonna
leave my son alone?

Yeah?

- Don't make me, please.

- Can you do that?
- Yes, ma'am. Please.

But how you gonna keep him
away from me, huh?

Please.

- Don't worry your pretty
little head about that.

- [sobbing]
- I will take care of that.

No problem.
I'm just glad this didn't

have to get any uglier
than it already has, okay?

Okay?
Now can I call you an Uber?

Oh, we're finished here.
Can I call you an Uber?

- Are you serious?
- Oh, yeah. I'm very serious.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Get the fuck out of my house!
- [sobbing]

- I want to be, please.
[sobs]

- Welcome to the main
attraction.

This is how it works.
Any motion these sensors

pick up in any of
the designated hot zones, boom,

it'll automatically
trigger floodlights, right?

Now these floodlights
cover the entire compound.

They're designated to target
any vulnerable entry spots.

Best part is cameras, sensors,
undetectable.

Cannot be disarmed.

Only my team
knows the locations.

But motion detection system
is one thing.

We're also going
to be deploying

listening capabilities,

4K resolution
for our video surveillance,

and of course, secure
communication protocols,

the state-of-the-art
encryption.

- That's perfect.

That's exactly what we needed
here because what we don't need

is another invasion
like the one

that we had with Consuela.

Okay, good work.
We're gonna take care of you.

- All right.

♪ ♪

- Well, this is a surprise.

Who the hell is this bitch?

And why does she have
five damn passports?

Jasmine Williams.

Yevette Iyamu.

[distant chatter]

Shit.

- Damn, I missed you.
- I missed you.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Mm-mm.

What's wrong?
- I don't know.

Something just
doesn't feel right.

- I guess it's my job
to fix it.

- Is it? Oh, yeah?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Checkmate.

- God damn, I did not see
that coming.

Where'd your pretty ass
learn to play chess?

- Taught myself
to impress the Pops.

What about you?

- Prison. I had a lot of time
on my hands,

so I taught myself how to play.
- [chuckles]

- Prison, running clubs,
selling dope.

You, my friend,
are very interesting.

- You have no idea.
- Try me.

- In due time,
I just might do that.

But right now,

I gotta concentrate
on this meeting Friday.

- Hmm. You keep talking
about this meeting.

What's it all about?

- Could be nothing.

It could be everything.

That depends on you.

- On me?

- I need a favor, Rio,
a big one.

- I'm listening.
But, you know, when people

usually ask for favors,
they tend to overstep.

- I need to ask your daddy
to give me more access to HEAT.

- How much more do you need?

Didn't we just up
your supply by 40%?

- Mm. I'm gonna need twice
that, maybe triple.

- Why? What don't I know?

- You know, the only reason why
I was invited to this meeting

is because
of my access to HEAT.

Europe is starving
for this shit, Rio.

- You don't have access
to more.

- No. But you do.

And if you say that
you can't do it,

then I am royally fucked.

- Fine. I'll see what I can do.

But I'm not making
any promises.

- Oh, I don't expect you
to make any.

Not about this anyway.

- Clearly, I really like you,
or I wouldn't be here.

But, Sebastian, you better
not be playing with me

'cause if I find out that
you are, I will fuck you up.

And I mean that.

Don't get it twisted,
I'm still a Duncan.

- Let's go again.

- Okay,

we are gonna have
to make some space.

Miss Williams, if you could
just start pulling stuff,

you know, for me,
that she's outgrown, you know,

or that she's never worn,
you know what I mean? You know?

- Okay.

- And then when you get
everything together,

put it with the stuff
that my mom is donating.

- Okay, okay.
- Okay.

When are
they coming again?

- They're coming on
Friday morning.

But what about this little
skirt that Paris got her?

- Especially that little skirt
that Paris got her.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, I always love
donating to families in need

because, you know,
it's just always like--

- Hey. Hey, y'all.

- You were looking for me?
- Uh-huh. Yeah. Hi, bobo.

- Can you give us
a minute, please?

- Sure.
- And take baby with you.

- Sure, sure.
- Come on. Come on. Come on.

Daddy got that baby.
Daddy got that baby.

- Here you go, Miss Williams.

- So what, you thought
I wouldn't find out, huh?

You thought you could
just go behind my back?

Well, you know what? My bad.

I forgot,
sneaking behind my back

seems to be
your specialty, huh?

- Harris, I'm not in the mood
for one of your riddles.

What bug done
crawled up your ass today?

- So now you're gonna try
to play dumb?

Just trying to act
like you don't know

that I'm talking about you
going to LC behind my back

and sweet talking him
out of $10 million?

$10 million, London?
We talked about this.

And we haven't even discussed
this as husband and wife.

Do you know
how that makes me look?

- Oh, I don't know, Harris.

How about being the proud
husband of a businesswoman?

- You are definitely
tripping now

because that's not what
it's gonna look like.

It's always gonna look like
just what it is,

some spoiled rich brat
being indulged by her dad.

Yeah, that's what I said.
A brat.

A spoiled brat who's about
to drive her family to ruin

because now she got it
in her head

that she wants to be
some queenpin drug dealer.

- Okay. So now I'm ruining
the family business?

- Listen to me. Listen to me.
Get this in your head, London.

Your business is
to be a woman, okay?

My woman, my wife, mother
of our children, a homemaker.

Can't you just do that?

- Oh, please.
Let me get this straight.

You feeling some kind of way
because I want more than this?

You expect this
to be my entire life?

- No, baby! No! That is not
what I'm talking about, London.

- Oh, Harris.
- No, no. Baby, that's not it.

I'm just saying I want things
back the way they used to be.

What you would have for me,

and together, we were
about building our family.

Baby, I miss the times
we used to have.

Don't you remember?

We used to walk and we would
talk and hold hand for hours.

That feeling I would
have inside just knowing

that you had my back

and our family's
back no matter what.

That's what I miss.
That's what I want.

- Baby, look, I get it.
And I can appreciate that.

- I mean, here, I'm thinking
we made progress in therapy.

And then you turn around
and do this.

Don't that marriage
mean anything

to you anymore, London?

- Harris,

I can be a wife and
a mother and a businesswoman.

It's not the 1940s, Harris.
What's wrong with you?

- Why has stuff got to be wrong
with me because I want you

to focus on your husband
and your family?

Listen to me, London.
I am a damn good lawyer

and I'm a great father.
And there are many women

who would be happy
to be in your position.

- You know you got me
fucked up, right?

You lost your damn mind.
Listen, and by the way,

I am aware based
on your past rendezvous

that you probably got a lot
thots waiting in the wings.

But let me tell you
what they can't be.

Me. Believe that.

Oh, and just for clarity,

I'm going forward
with my business plans.

So you might want to stop
hating and get with the program

or it's just--
you know what I'm saying?

- Or what, London? Or what?

- That's a really
good question, Harris.

- I thought you didn't
have time for riddles.

- Or threats.

- Don't make me have to put you
back in your place, London.

- Oh, you just try it.
Try it, Harris.

I want you to try it.
I already dug your grave.

Poof!

[laughter]

- As-salaam alaikum,
Brother Xavier.

- Wa-alaikum-salaam,
my brother.

You have done well, well.

About my wife,
do we know where she's been?

- She's been at home, alone for
the last couple of hours,

since your escape
made the news.

- Alone? So what is this
Junior Duncan character, alone?

- He's been holed up

at their family's home
out in Long Island.

- Interesting.

Have you completed
what I asked?

- Everything is as you
instructed,

except that
the Jew wants to meet.

- I can brief you
on the way to the motel.

- Good.
- X. Yo, X. You're free.

So you know what time it is.
Payment on delivery, right?

Your ass is free,
so we need to get paid.

- As promised,
half a million dollars.

- Where's mine though?

Now that's what
I'm talking about.

What the fuck, X?
- My name ain't X.

My name is Xavier.
- What's going on, Xavier?

We put ourselves
on the line for you.

Just wanna take the money
and go home.

- Off top, you know too much
about my organization.

And your partner here
talk more than a parrot.

Long story short, your services
is no longer required.

Deadass. That part.

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