- Previously on "The Family Business"...
- I want Junior Duncan dead by the end of the week!
That's the only way she's coming back to me!
- We got a problem back home.
We might be setting up to go to war.
Again.
- You once told me if I ever needed anything
that I should call you.
Did you mean it?
- Brother X is holed up at some beat-up motel
out in Suffolk County.
- When was the last time you talked to Stan Wright?
- What's so funny?
And who exactly is Stan Wright?
- Stan Wright
is Brother X's worst nightmare.
- So what now, Marco?
Why are you here?
- The big payback.
- She is your sister, Marco.
- Not anymore.
Son of a bitch.
- I wanna talk to Charles right now.
You don't know who I am?
- Well, of course I do, but-- - Then make the call!
Get my husband on the phone!
It's late, and I ain't got all night.
- Hello?
- Sorry to bother you, Xavier,
but your wife wants to talk to you.
- Put her on.
Hello?
- Well, well, well, what a welcome surprise.
It's good to hear your voice,
but what can I do for you?
- Look, I just wanted you to know
I ended my relationship with Junior.
- Hmm, that's good to hear. It's about time.
- Look, will you just do me the favor
and call your dogs off?
I don't need people following me around
and posted up around my building and my job anymore.
- Yeah, I'm sure that's inconvenient.
- No, it's fucking embarrassing.
- Well, why I don't I have Elijah bring you to me
and we can talk about this in person?
- Dude, I don't think so!
Just because I'm no longer with Junior
don't mean I'm getting back with you.
Ain't shit changed, Charles!
I still want a divorce.
- No! It's not happening!
You are my wife.
You will always be my wife
till one of us is dead.
- Look.
I can't-- I can't do this anymore.
If it's till death do us part,
then so be it.
Are you threatening to kill me?
- No.
Your life is of no concern to me.
It's mine that'll end.
- Man, go ahead, man. You just bluffing.
You ain't even got the guts. You ain't 'bout that life.
- Oh, you think I don't?
Hmm.
You've known me a long time, Charles Brown.
And you know what I'm capable of if I put my mind to it,
and you know how hard I love.
- You will kill yourself over him?
- No, not over him. For him.
One thing that falling in love with Junior has taught me...
Is that to be unhappy...
Is just the same as being dead.
So if I can't have him,
then I have nothing left to live for.
- Me! What about me?
You can live for me! I love you!
- If you love me, let me go!
- I can't do that.
- Then I guess this is good-bye.
- Sonya. Sonya!
- Here, you tell your boss
that sometimes you can push people way too far.
I guess I'll see you in the afterlife.
- Hey.
- Oh, my God, Junior, what are you doing here?
You can't be here.
He's got men following my every move.
They probably followed you here too.
- Do I look like I'm scared?
I'm here to protect you.
- Wait, wait. We can't.
I can't.
I promised your mother.
You gotta go, and you can't ever come back.
It's for your own good, okay?
- Okay. You want me to go?
Look at me.
Tell me you don't love me,
and you will never see me again.
- Damn it, Junior, you know I can't say that.
- I do now. Listen.
We gotta disappear.
- And go where?
- Somewhere far. Europe.
Maybe Australia.
Pack a bag.
I got us a place to stay for a couple of days
till I can figure out and make some arrangements
to get us out of the country.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Come on. We gotta go. Go.
- The light in her bedroom came back on again.
- Good.
- Well, aren't you worried
about her threat to take her life?
- Man, she just being dramatic
'cause she no longer with her little boyfriend, that's all.
- Look, I don't pretend to know her
as well as you, Xavier,
but I'm not so sure about that.
What I saw
was not the look of a woman being dramatic, Xavier.
She had the eyes of a martyr.
- What are you saying, Elijah?
Do you think she could bring harm to herself?
- All I'm saying is that if she was my woman,
I'd be concerned.
- Elijah, I need you to get up there right now
and make sure she don't do nothing stupid.
Matter of fact, bring her back to me,
'cause all these little games she playin' is done now,
and let her know, if she die on me,
then I'ma kill her ass.
Meet me in the lobby.
- Is this everything?
- Yes.
But are you sure about this?
I mean, he's right out front, and he has a guy out back.
- Not anymore.
You're gonna have to trust me. Hey.
I got in here without them seeing me.
So I'm gonna make sure that we get out.
- Okay. - Now, come on.
Let's go, come on. Come on, baby.
- Hey, no excuses.
Okay? - Understood.
Where is Brother Mohammad?
- He didn't answer his phone.
- Find him. - Yes, sir.
- The apartment.
- Come on.
- Oh, hey, is he dead?
- Don't ask questions
you really don't want the answers to.
Come on.
Got you. Got you.
- Ooh! Ooh!
Aah!
Ah.
- Damn!
- Xavier,
we have a problem.
- Hi, son.
- Hey, Mom.
- What is going on here?
It looks like the president is gonna come visit?
- No, uh,
we're just taking extra precautions
because of Uncle Junior's girlfriend, Sonya.
- What does she do
or, more important, what did Junior do?
- Oh, he didn't do anything,
but she's married to this crazy Muslim guy named Brother X
who escaped from prison,
and now he's trying to kill Uncle Junior
because he's with his wife.
- Oh, my.
- Yeah, he killed, like, 100 people,
so Uncle Orlando and Grandpa are not taking any chances
until he's caught.
- And what is this man's name again?
- Brother Xavier, but everyone calls him Brother X.
- Let's go. Ramon.
You know what, son?
I need to go to the restroom.
I'll be right back. You stay put, okay?
- Okay.
Hey, good morning, Rob.
- Hey. What's up?
- You seen Junior? - No.
No, not since last night.
I've been giving him a wider berth
since our little confrontation the other--
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry about that.
He's just been under a little stress, you know,
since this whole Brother X situation.
- No, it's okay. I understand.
Everybody's under a lot of pressure.
- I appreciate you, Rob.
Your loyalty and your friendship.
- Never a question. - Mm-hmm.
- You want me to go get Jimmy for you?
- Yeah.
Harris is meeting with somebody tonight
that might be able to put this whole thing to bed.
We kept Junior out of the loop,
but I'm gonna be briefing you and the twins,
so I think he should be there. - Okay.
All right, sounds good. - Yeah.
- I'm gonna--I'm gonna go find your mother.
- All right, - I'll meet you out back.
- Okay. - All right.
- Hey, morning, O. - Morning, bro.
- Hey, Ma. - Hi, baby.
both: Mwah.
- Seen Pop?
- He and Kennedy left early this morning
to go to a car auction down in Virginia.
Something about a '57 Chevy he wanted to restore.
- It was 4:30 in the morning,
so I wasn't paying too much attention.
- Pop loves buying those old clunkers, doesn't he?
- Yes, Lord, he does, oh.
But, you know, I gotta give it to him.
He and Lou have made some really great showpieces.
- Yeah, well, they still got a warehouse full of cars
they never sold.
They take Junior with them? - No.
He's probably still in his room.
Hasn't come down for breakfast.
- Nope, I've been up there twice already.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Really? Mm.
Keys. Maybe he's in the basement.
- Junior's not in the basement, Mrs. Duncan.
- Where is he?
- He's left the property.
- That is so not good. - No, it's not.
Pop left very specific instructions
that he wasn't supposed to leave out of that fucking gate
unless speaking to him, Ma, or me.
- I understand.
He literally jumped the fence late last night,
early this morning.
He ran off on foot. I just watched the footage.
- Damn it.
I mean, what about all this high-tech surveillance crap
we just bought? - Yeah, how he get past that?
- It's meant to keep people out, not to keep people in,
and Junior knew that.
- He knew our weak spots, and he used that against us.
- Okay, okay.
- Oh, Lord.
- I want you to listen to me very closely.
The first order of business
is getting Junior back into this house,
and then I want you to call the twins
and tell them to meet Paris and Sasha at Sonya's apartment.
Ma. - Yeah?
- Please call Pop.
Tell him everything that's going on here.
It's gonna be better coming from you.
- Okay, I'll call him. - What about me?
What do you need me to do, O? - I want you to call Harris
and tell him to do whatever the hell he needs to do
to get Stanley Wright on board with this.
We're putting an end to this mess today.
- Put an end to what mess?
What is going on around here?
Is my son in any kind of danger?
- Of course not.
Guys, could you just give me a moment, please?
- Yes, ma'am.
Nevada is perfectly safe, Consuela.
- Is he? - Yes.
- There's a lot of men with a lot of guns outside.
- We are just dealing with a personal matter
that involves Junior.
It has absolutely nothing to do with Nevada.
- I'm gonna take your word for it, Charlotte.
- Thank you.
- Only because I know you're a mother
and you value my son's safety.
- You know I do.
- Okay.
Good God.
Shit.
- Hey, paisan.
Need a ride?
- I could use some of that water.
And get a ride to LA.
Ah, pues... water is cheap.
Gas is expensive.
LA is far.
- I can make it worth your while.
- Hey, what's up? - What's up?
- Hey, the building super gave us a security tape.
- Yeah, it cost us $500,
but if Junior was here, this flash drive will tell us.
- Mm. - Good thinking.
- Ain't nobody here. - Yeah, I can see that.
- Paris, check this out.
- That's Junior's phone and wallet,
and the other one's probably Sonya's.
- Look like Junior's gone off the grid.
- Yeah, he's gone ghost.
And it looks like he's had some help.
Let's go.
- Ladies,
you don't know what you're in for.
- So that's it in a nutshell, Stan.
Thank you.
If you can take care of our little problem,
there's 100 grand in it for you.
You can save your money, Harris.
You know what I really want.
- Yeah, I do.
And I've been instructed to give it to you...
exactly the way you want it. - Mm.
I like the sound of that.
- Gentlemen.
So the king-size bed you requested
is ready.
Follow me. - Ooh.
King-size bed.
Are you ready for this?
- 'Cause don't you look the type.
- I'm not.
I promised myself I wouldn't do this type of thing again.
- Relax.
It'll be fun. Mm!
- Guess there's no backing out now.
- Nope.
You mind if we use condoms?
I'm married, and...
I don't want to take anything home to the wife.
- Nah. Condoms work.
I'm married as well.
- Ah, so I take it you're taking one for the team.
- Well,
I mean, you could say that,
except the entire team doesn't have to know.
- Your secret's safe with me.
This, uh, Brother X must be really important, huh?
- Yeah, well, standing here right now...
I'm not so sure.
- Well, I'll take care of the Brother X thing for you,
just as soon as you get my brown sugar.
- You know, I wanna--
I wanna thank you, Stan.
You're making this a hell of a lot easier.
- Glad to be of service.
Now, why don't we get into the bed?
- You're the client.
Client's always first.
- Mm-hmm.
- Fellas, I wish one of you would get in the bed.
We do charge by the hour.
- By the hour.
We gotta get started.
- All right. Okay.
All right. Mm-hmm.
- Damn, it smells good as hell in here.
- Yeah, yeah, Wendel's got the best chicken in town,
but we ain't come here to eat.
Let's stay focused on business.
- Okay. - I'm sorry, employees only--
- It's okay, it's okay. Oh.
Paris, come on. It's all right.
Jackie, get me two order of lemon pepper,
and a side order of ranch,
and y'all want some cheese fries?
- We didn't come here for food, Wendel.
We need to know if you've seen Junior.
- Oh. Nah, it's been a while.
We don't hang out as much since he got a new woman,
and that boy's in love, if you ask me.
And I'm happy for him.
- Why you lying to us, Wendel?
I thought we were better than that.
- Why you think I'm lying?
I mean, I do think him and Sonya make a nice couple.
- Because Junior left a half-eaten box
of your chicken at Sonya's last night.
So you either saw him, or you saw her.
Real talk?
- Yeah, real talk.
- I'm not trying to get in the middle
of y'all's family goofy drama shit.
- Well, you're already there,
and if anything happens to Junior,
you know my daddy's gonna be the first one
through your door. - Okay, now, look.
L.C. doesn't have to come down here, all right?
Look, I don't understand.
Why y'all trying to make this some life-or-death shit?
- Because it is, Wendel.
They got a price on Junior's head.
- Get out of here.
He told me y'all is mad at him
'cause you found out his girl is married.
- Well, I guess he left out the part
where her husband is the escaped convict Brother X.
You mean that crazy dude on the news?
- Yeah, that would be him.
- Look.
I know you want to protect Junior,
but truly we are his best protection,
and you know that.
So where's Junior, Wendel?
- I honestly don't know.
He came by my house last night, picked up a bag, and left.
- Bag? What kind of bag?
- A black duffel bag. I been holding it in my safe.
It's been there for years.
- That's his emergency go bag. - Yeah.
- Wherever he was going,
he needed a passport,
and somebody was driving him. - Why you say that?
- Well, I asked him if he needed my truck,
and he said he already had a ride
to go see passport guy and get his girl.
- Any idea who that might be?
- None.
And I mean, there's over a dozen guys
who can get a passport for you in this borough alone, so...
- Then we gotta make some calls and quick.
- Yeah.
- I wanna find out who it is before Pop gets home tonight.
- Yeah.
- Wendel,
if you fucking hear anything about our brother,
you call one of us.
- I got you, all right? Paris, I got y'all.
- He'd kill you if he heard you call him minister.
That's Brother X. - Yeah, that's right.
- Brother Samuel. As-salaam alaikum.
- Alaikum salaam, my brother.
It's good to see you.
- It's good to have you home. - It's good to be home.
- How are things here?
- Our brother is not in the best of moods right now.
- I don't understand it.
He obsesses over this woman.
- Obviously you've never been married
or in love before, brother.
- Not like this.
- If I were you, brother,
I would prepare to die.
Just saying.
- Did you find him? - No.
But we still--
- I told you I wanted them found!
What part of that do you not understand?
- I do understand,
which is why we're still looking,
but with his resources,
finding two people who don't wanna be found
is not going to be done in a day.
- You disappoint me.
Elijah, did you go to his house?
- Yes, we have eyes on his family's house,
but the place is swarming with security.
We can't get anyone within ten feet of the property.
- Look, it'd be easier to break into Fort Knox
than that place.
Xavier, I know this is--
- You don't know!
If you did, we wouldn't be standing here
having this conversation!
Go out there and find my wife.
I want Junior Duncan dead!
Am I making myself clear?
- Crystal.
- Good. 'Cause if you can't do it,
I think I'll just put Brother Samuel in charge,
and we both know he'll get the job done.
- Opening a new account?
- You must be new here. - Yes, sir.
About six months. How can I help you?
- I'm here to access my accounts.
- Sure, I just need your debit card and ID, please.
- Unfortunately, I don't have my ID or debit card.
I've been away for a while.
- Sir, unfortunately, I can't help you, then.
- Then call your boss, Richie York, so he can.
- Mr. York is on a conference call right now.
- Then tell him to get off the conference call
and come handle this.
- Sir, Mr.-- I didn't get your name.
- I didn't give it.
Now, you tell Richie York
that Alejandro Zuniga is out here to see him.
I'm sure he'll make himself available.
- I'm sorry, Mr.-- - You look sorry, motherfucker.
Now, get that weasel out here right now.
- Everything all right here, Mr. Ford?
- Yes. I hope so, David.
Mr. Zuniga was just leaving to go get his ID.
Actually, I'll be right back.
It's fine.
- Brandon, 15 years in the industry,
and I've never lost a client over an interest rate.
Let me explain why.
It's about service. - Mr. York.
- This bank offers the best customer--
- Mr. York.
- I'm sort of in a moment. - There's a Mr. Zuniga here.
- The customer service that we're--
- He's been quite insistent.
- Mr. Cohen, let me call you back, please.
Yeah.
- Long time, no see, Richie. - Mr. Zuniga.
I...
I mean,
I thought you were-- - Dead?
As you can see, I'm very much alive,
and I would like to access my accounts now.
- Mr. York, he doesn't have any kind of identification
or debit card, so I couldn't process--
- You talk too much. - It's fine.
It's fine.
I can handle this gentleman.
Come into the office.
- Hey, good to see you again.
- It's been a long time.
I wasn't expecting to see you.
- I know.
But I thought it was time that we talked.
- Should've talked a long time ago...
before you decided to leave my son at a fucking convent
and put him up for adoption.
What kinda mother does that?
I deserve that.
But I'm not the same woman I used to be back then.
- Oh, yeah?
And what kinda woman are you?
- One that loves the son that we share so much.
He's a beautiful boy.
Your family, you have done a great job with it.
Why didn't you tell me you had him?
- Why didn't you tell me he was fucking born?
I deserve that too.
I'm sorry.
But I didn't know what to do.
I thought if Alejandro found out that he was alive,
he'll kill him,
and I couldn't let him do that.
And like I said,
I'm not the same woman I used to be back then.
- And like I said,
what kind of woman are you now?
- One that wants to be the best parent that our son deserves.
To love,
to cherish,
and protect him
from anything and everything,
no matter what.
I just wanna know,
are you willing to do the same?
- What the hell is that supposed to mean?
- I still don't understand
why we gotta tolerate this motherfucker, man.
- He's a necessary evil for the time being.
- May I have a glass of warm milk, dear?
2% if you got it.
Xavier, it's good to see the both of you amongst free men.
- Mm-hmm.
It's so good to be amongst free men,
but I don't why it's so important to meet
at this hour of the night,
knowing that we may be tracked on radar.
- In New Jersey of all places.
- Let's just say
it is a matter of life or death.
- It always is.
- Listen up.
Sorry to keep you guys out so late,
but we just received credible information
on the whereabouts of one Charles Brown,
AKA Brother X.
Now, as most of you know,
he escaped from maximum security prison in Upstate.
Now, this bastard is armed.
This bastard is dangerous.
I want him taken down
with extreme prejudice tonight.
Understand where I'm coming from?
All right, let's mount up.
- Mmm.
Mmm.
Ah. 2%.
It has come to my attention
you intend to kill a man by the name of Junior Duncan.
- You can consider him dead, done, delivered,
inshallah.
- I think that would be unwise.
- Unwise?
Who the fuck are you to tell us what's wise and unwise?
We don't take orders from Jews.
- I am sensing a tone of anti-Semitism
in your voice, Samuel.
I was under the impression that you understood who I represent.
It would be unfortunate
if I had to have it explained to you, don't you think?
- Nah, nah, we don't want no smoke.
Let's talk, Bernie. Come on, come on.
- Our mutual friend is concerned
about a war with L.C. Duncan and his family
would mean to our future plans.
- War? What war?
L.C. Duncan is a car salesman. He's no threat to us.
- L.C. Duncan wants you to think he's a car salesman,
and you wouldn't be the first to take the bait,
but if you kill or even continue to threaten his son,
you will see that he is much, much more.
- Oh, hold up. So what you telling me
is that the Duncan family is connected?
- How about the most respected drug distributers
on the East Coast?
And you should know, Xavier,
that the Duncans have reached out
to their allies and political contacts
about you.
In fact, the Suffolk County Police
are raiding your motel
and safe house on Long Island as we speak,
which is why I asked to meet here in New Jersey.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
That's impossible.
- Is it?
Why don't you make a call and see?
- Shit.
- The cops are all over the place, man.
They came out of nowhere.
Aah!
- Get on the ground!
- Huh. He's right, man.
The police are at the motel. They got the place surrounded.
- It would appear our meeting here in New Jersey
may have saved your lives
or at least your freedom.
- How did they find out?
Nobody knows we own those motels.
Not even you. - Isn't it obvious?
The Duncans turned one of your men.
- Impossible!
- You keep saying that,
but are any of your people MIA?
- Answer him.
- Brother Elijah mentioned
that Brother Adams has been unreachable since last night.
- Why was I not informed?
- You were busy, man.
You were preoccupied trying to find your wife.
- Oh, yeah.
- Xavier, my friend.
This is just the tip of the iceberg
of what the Duncans are capable of.
To be quite frank, Xavier,
if you are to survive,
you are gonna have to strike first.
- I agree.
- So...
if you're going to eliminate the son,
we suggest you start by eliminating the father.
He's the one with all the power.
Otherwise you're gonna be looking over your shoulder
for the rest of your life.
- So what you telling me
is that we should take out his old man first?
- Nah, it was just a suggestion.
Personally, I like L.C. Duncan,
although he has been rather difficult of late.
- Personally, I like your suggestion,
and I just hope you wouldn't think that I would go overboard
by asking that I take the idea as my own.
- Not in the least.
Here is everything you need to know about L.C. Duncan.
His movements, haunts,
including his security detail.
Don't fuck it up.
- Don't fuck it up.
Yeah.
- Well, your father's gonna be home in about an hour,
and when he gets home, he's gonna wanna know something.
- Junior is definitely in New York City, Ma,
but where, I can't tell you.
What we do know is that him and Sonya
are absolutely planning
on leaving out of the country.
- Maybe we just let them go.
I mean, at least we know they're safe.
- Rio, you might be onto something.
Orlando, are you sure Wendel is not helping him?
- I got two guys on him.
I don't think so, but if he is getting help,
it's from somebody else.
- Well, we need to find that somebody else.
DJ, come down. - Yes, ma'am.
- I want you and Rob
to go over every piece of footage that we have,
and if you find something, I wanna know personally, okay?
- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you, dear.
- Hey, hey.
You set that thing up with Stan?
- Oh, yeah. He should be here any minute.
- Good, then maybe things will get back to normal,
'cause I for one am over this Brother X shit.
- This makes two of us. - Mm, mm.
Mm-mm. - What?
- Hey, Stan. What do you got?
Ho--hold on one second.
Okay, Stan, go ahead.
- No, we missed him.
No, the son of a bitch was not here.
Yeah, there was plenty of evidence
he'd been here recently,
but he was gone when we arrived.
- Shit.
- Stan, listen to me very carefully.
Very carefully.
- Hey. You see her face?
Go find him. Go find him.