- Previously on "The Family Business"...
- This ain't personal. This business.
See, I'm getting paid to kill you.
- [grunts]
- Her husband says for me to stay away from his wife,
but that shit ain't gonna happen.
- I will kill this man
and anybody that stands in between us.
- She's everything you're not.
- You'll regret this, Niles, and so will she.
- So that means you gonna leave my son alone?
Get the fuck out of my house!
- [crying]
- I need a favor, Rio, a big one.
I need you to ask your daddy
to get me more access to HEAT.
- We received word from our prison grapevine
that Xavier...
Has escaped from prison.
[DeCarlos Waller's "The Family Business"]
- ♪ 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 ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- So I hear you're gonna be the new queen of weed.
- Who the hell told you that?
- I may have heard Uncle L.C. and Orlando talking about it.
- Oh.
- [chuckles] I'm proud of you, girl.
You making moves. - [chuckles]
Yeah, well, I thought I was making moves
until a developer scooped in and purchased the property.
They putting up condos.
- Damn.
I know Uncle L.C. and Orlando were excited about it.
- Yeah, I wish I could get my husband on board.
It's like, with his legal expertise,
he could help me stop the developers
from purchasing the property. - Mm.
- I don't understand him, cuz.
I mean, it's like I'm doing this for us,
for our kids.
- Well, maybe he needs more counseling.
I mean, maybe he's still mad at you for wanting a divorce.
♪ ♪
What?
- Did my mama run her trap?
Where did you hear that from?
- You know, maybe when you and your girl Consuela
want to sneak gummies in the house,
you make sure no one's listening in the next room.
Maybe?
- Uncle Lou always said you was nosy as hell.
- Oh, oh, no.
I am curious. - Mm.
- Not nosy.
I did graduate top of my class in listening intelligence,
and, um, listening and deciphering information
is my specialty,
but that's neither here nor there.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, keep this under wraps, okay?
It was hard enough getting Harris
to even go to counseling.
I'll never get him to go back
if he thought the rest of the family knew.
Okay? - Yeah.
- London, your secret's safe with me.
- Okay, Sasha.
Thanks, cuz. - [chuckles]
- You ready to handle this?
- Yeah, it'll be fun.
- Got that shit right there. - That's that HEAT.
- That's that shit. That's that HEAT.
- It's the shit that got the streets in a frenzy.
- Whoo. - Yo, yo, check this shit out.
That's one sweet-ass truck.
- Man, fuck the truck.
You see shorty getting out that shit?
- Is this where it was? - Damn.
- Friend be looking good, too.
- I think he should still be here.
I mean, it's where he last was. - Mm.
- Yo, what up, ma? How can I help you?
- We're looking for Low Jack. [laughter]
- Low Jack? Low Jack.
What you need with Low Jack,
a clown like him, huh,
when you can have me?
I can get you anything you need.
- Okay, then I'm gonna need you to get me Low Jack.
Look, little-ass boy,
I ain't got time for your silly-ass games.
So you either show me where the fuck Low Jack is,
or get the hell out of my face,
and don't you ever fucking touch my hair again.
- Damn, Shawn.
She called you a little boy. You gonna take that shit?
- Come on, now.
'Cause there ain't shit little about me.
[laughter] - That's right.
- Okay, then let's see.
- [gasps] What the--
- Oh, shit.
- What the fuck?
- That's what I thought. - Mm-hmm.
- Little-ass boy. - Mmm.
- I'm gonna ask your ass some questions,
and you gonna answer correctly,
or I'm gonna make your ass a little girl.
You understand?
- Y-yes. - Yes, okay, here we go.
- Yes, I understand.
- Where's Low Jack?
- He's inside. - Mm.
Is he alone?
- Yes.
- Oh.
See that?
You did so good. Sasha, didn't he do good?
Oh, my goodness. Thank you.
Thank you for that. That wasn't hard was it?
- Move, move.
- No, ma'am, not at all. - Move.
- [grunts] - [grunts]
[placid music]
♪ ♪
[laughter]
- So what happened to you two last night?
One minute we're on the dance floor,
and the next you two are gone.
- Blame it on Niles. He kept touching my spot.
- [clears throat] - Look, if I were you,
I probably wouldn't use that Jacuzzi for a few days.
- [scoffs] - Thank God water can't talk.
- No, but you sure can.
- Ah, babe. - Y'all are nasty.
- We're twins. We don't keep secrets.
Look, at least I didn't say anything about the balcony.
- What'd y'all do on the balcony?
- Nothing that we're gonna talk about right now.
What do you got planned today, Rio?
- I'm supposed to go down the coast
on my friend Sebastian's boat again.
You guys are welcome to come.
- Hey, sounds like fun to me.
Plus, I can finally meet this Sebastian
you've been talking about.
- I didn't like him at first,
but he does kind of grow on you.
- Welcome. My name is Gabriela.
What can I get for you?
- I will take a coffee with cream, no sugar.
- Two, but I'll take sugar.
- I'll do an espresso and an orange juice, please.
♪ ♪
- [whispering] Can I have some of it?
[coughs] - You okay?
- She's just a drama queen. - [laughs]
Yes, I'm okay, and I'm not being a drama queen, Rio.
- You two checking out that guy standing behind me?
[sighs]
- Actually, we know him.
He is a family friend.
You know what? Rio, why don't you go say hi?
- Yeah, I should.
- Actually, I'll go with you.
Be right back.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Sorry to mess up your siesta.
Looked like you were having a good time,
but you two need to tell your friend good-bye
and meet me outside-- I got a car waiting.
- What's going on?
- I'll tell you when we get on the plane.
- Yeah, but we--
- This isn't up for debate, Paris.
Now you got five minutes.
We'll pick up your shit on the way, okay?
I want to be in the air in less than 40 minutes.
Capisce?
♪ ♪
[chair clatters] - Everything okay?
- Ugh, I hate to say this, but we have to go.
- What's wrong? - Family emergency.
Yeah, so we're gonna go home.
- Well, I can give you guys a ride to the airport.
- It's okay. It's been arranged.
[both groaning softly]
Mm.
- Okay, got to go.
[Bloggo's "Dtw"]
- ♪ Uh ♪
♪ Shit ♪
♪ Bitch, I walk with a limp 'cause my bankroll is heavy ♪
♪ Whenever in trouble, you know I stay ready ♪
♪ My bitch is Chanel... ♪
- [clears throat]
- ♪ I hear from the back, "I'ma pop her a daddy" ♪
♪ Lead to the back, catching head in the Caddie ♪
♪ I feel like... ♪
- Oh, shit.
London, you scared the crap out of me.
- You miss me?
- Uh, yeah, like I miss a damn toothache.
Look, whatever y'all missing, it wasn't me.
- Oh, calm down, Low.
I'm not here to harass you.
I'm here more like, um, an old friend.
- Old friend, my ass.
Last time you and Junior showed up here,
I ended up with two broke ribs,
and y'all knocked half my damn teeth out.
- You're right.
Junior can be a little physical at times,
but don't hold it against him-- he don't know his own strength.
- Uh, it wasn't Junior who broke my shit.
It was you. - [laughs]
- Oh. Oh, damn.
[laughing] It was me, wasn't it?
Well, you know what?
If I remember correctly,
you were very uncooperative that day.
But I'm gonna make it up to you.
I'm gonna give you five grand for your trouble.
- Wow. [chuckles]
Uh, why are you being so generous?
Why am I so special?
[chuckles] - We need to find Brother X.
- Oh, shit.
Y'all might as well take-- take your--
I'm gonna leave it right here-- take your shit back now
'cause I don't know nothing about Brother X
or none of his people. - Oh, please, Low.
We already know that you supply his people with cars,
fake registrations, and inspection stickers.
So stop playing games and let me know where he's at.
- Look, I don't know anything about Brother X
or any of his people. - I think you do.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Up, up, up.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - You know something now?
Aha, see I told you this was a waste of time.
Now it's time to kill him... - No, no.
- 'Cause we need to talk to somebody.
- I don't know what I can do for you,
because, see, you done pissed off my cousin,
and this the crazy one. - Tell him.
- She cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. - Tell him.
- And I feel like she might pull that trigger.
- Yeah. - No, no, no, listen, listen.
- She usually pulls it by now. - I can't tell y'all.
All right? Look, they'll kill me.
Okay?
- Mm-mm, no, because you're gonna already be dead.
- No, no, okay, listen. Listen, okay, look.
Can you please--London?
Can you please tell her to just put down, all right?
We don't want no mistakes happening.
Just put the gun down, please. - Little lower.
- All right, look.
Okay, look, listen.
See, X's people, right?
Uh, they find you when they want something.
Right? You don't call them. They call you.
And this cat that's with him-- Brother Adam--
this X's right-hand man, and I can help you find him.
[gun cocks] - Where?
- Okay, look, listen, I got you--just please relax.
See, publicly,
Brother Adam, he's upstanding,
you know, uh, good,
like most of them, but no so publicly,
he's into some freak shit.
- Freaky. Now we talking.
Ha, I'm interested.
- Yeah, it's bondage.
You know, that dominatrix sex type shit,
and he's even got an Asian mistress
that beats him down on the regular.
- Now, that sounds interesting.
So where they doing these little sex games?
- Ah, shit, um, it's a--
it's a high-end sex club, yeah, out in Far Rock.
Every Thursday night they have masters and slaves night,
and, ah, he never misses that night.
- You do know that Far Rockaway is a big place.
Come on, give me the address, man!
- London, uh, London, uh, I know exactly where that is,
so I got your back, 'cause I been there.
I went last weekend. It was pretty good.
- You just gonna tell the man that you was at the sex club?
- Let's go.
- Okay, so you gonna tell us what the hell's going on?
- And it better be good.
- Yeah, well, we got a problem back home.
We might be setting up to go to war again.
- With who?
Wait, is this about that damn Consuela?
I told Daddy those Mexicans
weren't gonna let her just get away with what she's done.
- Paris, stop. Stop acting so self-righteous.
Some of us remember it was you who killed Miguel.
[sighs]
Besides...
with all this shit going on,
we're probably gonna need Consuela
and her people to help.
- What happened?
- Junior and his girlfriend is what happened.
- Sonya? I like Sonya.
- Yeah, so do I. - Oh, you do?
Well, her husband's a Muslim hit man
who's planning on killing our brother.
How you like her now?
- Okay, this is serious.
- Listen,
this shit with Junior is priority number one.
You hear me?
Because Pop and I are sick and fucking tired
of people hunting us down like we ain't shit.
We ain't sitting around
waiting for them to come looking for us no more.
Now we go hunting.
[engine roaring]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Brother Elijah,
I want to know every move Junior Duncan makes,
and I don't believe for one minute
he's gonna give her up.
I know the power of seduction my wife possesses.
Please, brother, trust me.
- You may be right,
but from what we can tell,
he hasn't left the house in days.
- Well, keep an eye on him.
- Actually, I had to pull our people off of surveillance
of the Duncan Compound last night.
- What? No, no.
Why?
- They hired a private security force.
They have armed men
patrolling the interior and exterior of the property,
and Muhammad reports,
they're installing infrared and heat-monitoring cameras.
These people are more sophisticated
than anyone we've ever dealt with.
- Stop making excuses, Elijah, and just get the job done.
- I'm not making excuses.
This isn't some prison hit
or a random guy on the street, Xavier.
These people are millionaires with endless resources,
and we've lost the element of surprise.
- Do I look like I care?
I want Junior Duncan dead by the end of the week!
That's the only way she's coming back to me!
My brother.
- Rob.
I need my keys, man.
- Sorry, Junior, but you're gonna have to talk
to your old man or your mother about that.
I don't have the keys.
[tense music]
- This is not some game.
I want my keys. I'm not some little kid.
Give me my keys.
- I can't do that because I don't have your keys.
Please talk to your mother or your father.
- I want my keys now! - Let me go.
- Hey, hey, hey. What the hell's going on?
Hey, let him go. Let him go.
- Junior, stop it. Rob, are you okay?
- I'm okay.
- Junior, what the hell is wrong with you?
- Rob has my keys.
He doesn't want to give them to me.
I want my keys now!
- Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute.
Junior, stop it now. - Stop it.
- First of all, he doesn't have your keys.
I have your keys.
Yes,
and you're not leaving this house until I say so.
This is the safest place for you right now,
and that's the way it's going to be.
We told you that. - Listen, son, this is serious.
This man wants to kill you, okay?
You're a big target. Listen, you've got to be smart.
- I don't give a damn about being smart right now.
All I care about is Sonya's safety.
What about her safety, Pop?
- [sighs]
- [scoffs] This is all your fault.
You scared her away with your threats.
- Yes, I threatened her,
and I'll threaten anyone who puts my family in jeopardy.
Now, honey, you may not like this right now,
but I don't give a damn about what you like right now.
You are not leaving this house until I say so.
Look at me, boy, when I'm talking to you!
End of discussion!
- Pop, can you...
- I'm sorry, son, but your mother's right, okay?
I need you to be patient. I'm working on something.
With any luck, we'll end this in the next day or two.
- [sighs]
In a day or two, Sonya could be dead.
If this was Ma, would you be patient?
[sighs] I didn't think so.
- Just keep an eye on him, okay?
- Yes, sir. - All right, thanks.
[saxophone playing]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- It's hot over here. Está caliente aquí.
Hey.
♪ ♪
Hola,Marco! [laughs]
Oh, I hope you didn't finish the tequila.
Oh, well, you didn't finish the tequila.
Yeah, all right.
♪ ♪
Look who I have here, hermano.
- Shh.
My uncle, rest his soul,
he taught my son how to play as a child,
and now he sounds just like him...
like an angel.
Gracis, tío.
♪ ♪
Hermano,
Armin and Nadja,
what brings the new leaders of Assassin Guild
to mi casa?
I hope it's to taste my delicious '77 tequila
and not the dangerous business you are known for.
Bang, bang.
- If it was our intention to kill you,
you'd already be dead.
- [laughs] Okay.
I was kidding. Please.
Siéntate, por favor.
- [sighs]
- How's your papá? - He's great.
He's enjoy his retirement back in Dubai.
- Dubai? Good for him.
Tell him Señor Cruz sends his best.
- But they're here on some serious business, carnal--
something that you're going to have to handle...
personally.
- Okay.
Let's talk about this serious business, huh?
I'd offer you a drink,
but I know that's not your, uh--your style.
- We're not in Iran.
That is my father's way, not ours.
The Guild...
has changed.
- And salud.
Bonita.
So what's this problem I must handle swiftly?
- We were under the impression that Juan was our only contact
if you still want to use our services.
- That is correct. Juanito...
[sniffs] Is your only contact, yes.
- And why would you go behind the Duncans' back
and order a hit on Consuela?
Dímelo.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I did not.
- Then why were sent payment to complete the job?
♪ ♪
- You gave your word that you would not pursue this.
- You should know, I will always be a man of my word.
Maybe it was you.
Ah.
[laughs]
I know nothing about this.
♪ ♪
- One second.
♪ ♪
[whispering] If someone is accessing your private accounts
and your emails, carnal...
- Hey, baby, please call me back.
I don't care what my mother said.
I want to be with you.
Come on, dude. Can I breathe?
- Hello. - Hey, it's Junior.
- Hey, Junior. What's up?
- You once told me if I ever needed anything
that I should call you.
Did you mean it?
- Of course I meant it.
- I need a huge favor. [sighs]
- Whatever you need, Junior, I'm there for you.
- Good.
♪ ♪
- You wanted to see me, papi?
- Sí, mi'jo.
You see those people?
- Juan? - No.
The ones getting into the black car.
- Yes, I see them. What about them?
- Do you know them?
- I've never seen them before.
- Then why'd you call them on my behalf?
- Papá,I don't know what you're talking about.
- There names are Armin...
and Nadja Shah.
They represent the European Assassins Guild.
You know who they are now?
- Papá,I only did what you couldn't.
- And who are you to determine what I can and cannot do.
You're a perrito.
A puppy in this game.
Sit down.
Do you have any idea the ramifications
calling those assassins behind my back could've been?
- That putaConsuela would've been dead.
- Perhaps, but in the process,
everything that we have built
would've come crashing down.
I thought I raised you better.
I thought you respected me. - I do respect you, papá.
But that is why I did what I did.
- And where? Where is the respect?
I gave those people my word
that me and mine would not touch Consuela!
- You gave them your word, not me.
- Who do you represent but me?
You are my son!
We are as one!
I can't even look at you, man.
You shame me.
- I'm sorry, papá,
but I hate her more than anything in this world.
- Look at me.
[somber music]
- [sniffles] Goddamn wheelchair.
I hate her as much as you!
- Then why did you agree with the Duncans' terms?
Why not just kill them all?
- You don't get it, do you?
Siéntate.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
I don't make emotional decisions
for myself.
I do it for our family,
for the cartels that our families represent.
Those assassins who came here today--
they came as courtesy to your father...
because they know I am a man of my word.
They could've came here and murdered you
and murdered me
and murdered everybody on this premise
because of your foolishness.
On top of that, mi'jo,
I like L.C. Duncan.
He is a man of his word,
and he loves his family just like I love mine.
My issue...
is with that bitch Consuela,
not Mr. Duncan.
Do you understand?
- Sí, papá.
- Now give me that bag.
♪ ♪
- What's in the bag?
♪ ♪
- A lesson.
- Excuse me, Mr. Duncan.
Would you like me to bring the car around?
- Yeah, that'd be great, Kennedy.
Um, we're gonna finish these drinks, and I'll be right out.
- What's he doing here?
- I don't know, but he's headed our way.
I can assure you it's no accident.
Bernie!
What an unexpected pleasure.
What brings you to this side of town?
I was under the impression you only ate kosher foods.
- This is true. I do only eat kosher.
But our good friends the Lees had mentioned in passing
that they were meeting you here today,
so I dropped by to see you
and address personally
some of these rumors that I have been hearing.
- Ah.
What kind of rumors?
- Rumors of a war brewing between you...
[dramatic music]
And this man.
♪ ♪
Now, I, uh,
of course, haven't mentioned this to any of our colleagues,
but, uh...
rumor has it that this man escaped from prison
just to deal with your son, Junior,
which I assume means...
he has to deal with you as well.
- You assume right,
but what does this have to do with you, Bernie?
- I have a big investment with the Duncans,
as do my colleagues.
I would like to help facilitate this matter
without any interruption in the distribution of HEAT.
[laughs]
I don't have to tell you, L.C., that, uh,
a war is not good for business.
- I know that, Bernie, and I appreciate the offer,
but I can assure you we have the situation under control
and your investment is safe.
- Well, uh...
I'm sure you believe that, but, uh...
do you know what this man
and his followers
are capable of?
- I've been told.
- We have used their assistance in the past,
which puts us in a unique position
to apprehend him and put him back where he belongs--
in prison.
- Yeah, well, he's broken out of prison before
so who's gonna say he won't do it again?
- [sighs]
- Then maybe he won't make it back to prison,
if you know what I mean.
- We've known one another a long time, Bernie,
long enough for me to know you do nothing for free.
So what is it you want
in return for your help?
- I mean, of course, I am a businessman.
- Ah. - That goes without saying.
But in the spirit of friendship,
all I would ask for in return
would be for a small cut
in the manufacturing of HEAT.
If you can do that,
I can make this Brother X situation go away
in 24 hours. - Hold on, wait a minute.
24 hours? 24 hours?
That's pretty quick.
- I don't care how quick it is. It's not gonna happen, Bernie.
I've told you more than once,
HEAT belongs to the Duncans
and only the Duncans.
- L.C....
aren't you being a little shortsighted about this?
What about this Brother X fella?
- We have it under control.
I've got my best people on it.
I should know his whereabouts
sometimes this evening,
so I'm not worried about Brother X.
- Well, with that being said,
it would appear that my assistance is not needed.
- Ah.
- But if there's anything me and my people can do for you,
please...
don't hesitate to call.
- Bernie.
[mumbles, groans]
[Wolves' "Freaky"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na-na ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na-na ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na, girl, I like your attitude ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You fell into my DM like a salve ♪
- This bra hurts. I can't breathe.
- [scoffs] Bitch, you look good.
You see them? - Not yet.
- ♪ I ain't like them other dudes ♪
- Oh, I think that's him.
♪ ♪
- You sure? - Mm-hmm.
He's the only black guy with an Asian woman.
- Hmm. Yeah, that's him.
Okay, you hold back for a minute, then come over.
This is my world. You do what I tell you.
- Okay, little sister.
- ♪ If you're freaky, let it show ♪
♪ You know what you like ♪
♪ Baby, let me shoot you to paradise ♪
♪ Finger on the trigger ♪
♪ So what you waiting for? ♪
♪ If you're freaky, let it show ♪
♪ ♪
[mischievous music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ I'm afraid I'ma have to ♪
♪ Let you go ♪
- Sit.
- [chuckles] Damn.
Obedient and twins?
Sexy fucking twins at that. Can I touch?
- They don't bite unless I tell them to.
Stand.
♪ ♪
- Oh, my God.
They are absolutely to die for.
- Well...
you're not doing too bad yourself.
[chuckles]
I love the taste of this Mandingo wool hair.
- [chuckles]
- And he looks like he can take it.
- Oh, and, girl,
his package...
- Really? - Yes.
- [chuckles]
- [sighs] He's a handful, this one.
He's one of those black Muslims.
It took me almost a year to tame him,
but he still has his very wild side.
[laughs]
I've never met anyone with a threshold for pain.
- Well...
I'd never give up my twins,
but I do love what I see.
- I bet you do.
I will admit, though,
I've always fantasized about having twins.
[both chuckle]
- Hey, sis.
Come look at this one.
♪ ♪
- Mm.
Now, this is something we can make work.
- Mm-hmm.
- I'd love to break him down a size.
- Well, then how about we swap for the night?
I'll let you have Adam,
and you let me have these fabulous twins for the night.
- What do you think?
♪ ♪
- Well, as long as she brings them home
in time for breakfast...
'cause I do love me some chocolate milk.
- [laughs]
Okay, let's swap.
- Mm.
Well, I'm definitely gonna have fun with these two.
♪ ♪
- ♪ It's crazy, hey ♪
- Let's go.
♪ ♪
- Mm.
- You like that, huh? - [slaps]
- [laughs]
Hey, sis? - Hmm?
- We got some time.
Let's have some fun.
- I'm ready for that. - Mm.
- Ain't been getting none from Harris, so...
yeah, I heard you like ass whippings.
Mm. - Mm.
Yes, I love that.
We can start now if you want.
- You ready? You sure?
[energetic music]
♪ Theo! Ooh, what the fuck? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Listen, hella, hella, go, shorty, go ♪
♪ Go, shorty, go ♪
♪ Go, shorty, go, shorty, go, shorty, go, whoa! ♪
♪ I got D.B. bankroll, I'ma spend it on you ♪
♪ I got D.B. bankroll... ♪
- Sit.
- ♪ Money, blue flame... ♪
- I said sit!
- ♪ Ooh, I'ma watch you do it ♪
[both scoff]
- [sighs]
Maybe you should be the one who sits.
- ♪ Go, shorty, go ♪
- Oh, shit.
Help! Somebody help me!
- Hey, shut your ass up. Ain't nobody gonna hear you.
It's a damn sex club.
- And even if they could, do you think they will care?
Now, calm your ass down,
'cause ain't nobody gonna do shit to you.
- ♪ I got D.B. bankroll, I'ma spend it on you ♪
- Okay, so this is how this is gonna go.
We're gonna ask the questions,
and you're gonna give us the answers.
- So that's what we're doing? Interrogation?
And if I refuse, then what?
- Well, then we gonna kick your ass.
- Well, then you better start kicking,
because you're not gonna get anything out of me
unless you beat it out of me.
- Are you sure that's what your ass want?
- Very sure.
So you might as well start kicking.
- Okay. This would've went smoother
if you'd have just told us what we wanted to know.
- Well, let's just give him what he wants.
- Where you going? - Hmm.
- Oh, we'll be back.
- I thought you were gonna kick it out of me.
[tense music]
- Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Heard your bitch ass looking for an ass whupping.
- That's good, 'cause we like giving them out.
- Where the girls? - What?
- And where the hell is my mistress?
- Shut up! - [laughs]
- Man, she tied up at the moment,
but from now on, we ask the questions!
- Yeah. Where the fuck is Brother X?
- Hey, fellas. Come on in.
- [sighs]
- How'd it go? - Oh, not good.
- It wasn't easy.
The guy was tough, but you know how we do.
We got what we needed.
Brother X is holed up
at some beat-up motel in Suffolk County.
- Okay, okay, okay, wait, wait.
Before we make any moves, are you sure?
- As sure as we can be.
We drove by there on the way in.
Place was swarming with black men in old-man suits.
- Yeah, that sounds like them.
- The problem is, not only do they have a small army,
but they also have the high ground.
The place is on a hill.
- So it doesn't sound like we can just walk in and take 'em
without a fight.
- Not unless you want half of us going home in body bags,
Mr. Duncan. - No, that is not an option.
[sighs] So what are we gonna do, L.C.?
- When was the last time you talked to Stan Wright?
[laughter]
- So what's so funny? And who exactly is Stan Wright?
- Stan Wright
is Brother X's worst nightmare.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- What is this place?
♪ ♪
- You'll see.
You see, mi'jo, in this world that we live in,
disputes end in bloodshed.
Lies lead to death,
which leads to more lies,
more bloodshed, and more death.
You see, honoring your word
is more important to anything in this world to men like us
and keeping it will avoid that bloodshed
and earn you muchorespect.
Espérate.
Son, there's irony in that,
because once you have that respect,
people will kill for you
and lay down their life for you.
Do you understand?
- Sí, papá.
- Let's roll.
♪ ♪
- Big Tony. AÁbreme.
- Sí, jefe.
♪ ♪
- What, you finally come here to kill me?
- It killed me to have to put you in here.
Look at us...
Two stomped-down OG Mexicans.
One word...
Consuela.
It became clear to me
that taking your last wind and killing you...
would serve me no purpose and she'd win.
- So what are you gonna do? Leave me here to rot?
- Nah.
Rehabilitation of your mental fortitude.
I needed to put your mind in solitary confinement.
You're Alejandro.
Men fear you worldwide, and I respect you.
Plus...
it beats the alternative, no?
- So what now, Marco? Why are you here?
- The big payback.
That wicked, ruthless,
unfaithful wife of yours,
she betrayed you...
Killed my tío,
put me in this freakin' wheelchair.
[sighs]
But I gave my word
that I, señor Cruz, would not harm her.
- You gave your word, but not me.
- Exactly.
Mi'jo...[sniffs]
You smell that fragrance?
That's resurrection
of a triple star bar OG.
Give him the bag, mi'jo.
♪ ♪
I got good news and bad news, Alejandro.
The good news is
that's my parting gift.
Bad news...
Consuela took over all your assets
Like I said, I'm bound by my word, but you...
you're your own man,
free from ties from me and all the cartels.
♪ ♪
- I have your word they're will be no reprisals?
- Sí.
- She's your sister, Marco.
♪ ♪
- Not anymore.
So you do what you want to do.
I won't stop you.
Just know,
it's a long road you're gonna have to travel
all alone.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
- My lovely wife...
where can I find her?
- She's coast to coast.
Sometimes in LA...
sometimes in New York City.
Places of faces-- you'll find her.
Check with your man, Snow.
He'll definitely know where to find her.
Do me one last favor.
When you see her,
tell her señor Cruz said "I never did like her ceviche."
♪ ♪
Good luck, triple star bar.
Let's get out of here, mi'jo.
[sniffs]
♪ ♪