- Previously on "The Family Business"...
- I'm tired of excuses!
I want my cousin found.
- That girl is a fucking donkey.
[tense music]
- Welcome back, son.
- We don't run from shit.
[whispers] Make this shit right, Junior.
[gunshots]
- Failure is never an option!
- Do you play? - Yes.
- Then you know the queen must be protected
at all times.
- Something came up at work, and I gotta take care of it.
- I guess I'm not that important to you after all.
- I killed all of 'em,
except Junior and the old man.
- They think they found where they're holding Sasha.
- Oh, shit.
- We gotta go right now.
[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]
[alarm blaring]
[bell ringing]
[alarm blaring]
[sirens wailing]
- 911 has been called.
The police are en route to three different locations.
- Good.
That'll keep the cops off our asses for a while.
- All right. Let's get started.
Boys, bring up the drones.
♪ ♪
- Drones deployed, Pop.
- Bring it up on the screen. Let's see what we got.
♪ ♪
- Brother Elijah.
Low Jack is on his way with the car.
- And Brother Xavier?
- He's not answering his phone.
♪ ♪
- Of all the brothers...
You are my most trusted friend.
I love you, brother.
- I love you too.
- I've gotta get the woman ready to travel.
- You want me to come?
- No. No.
Why don't you make some sandwiches
and prepare some pineapple juice for the trip?
♪ ♪
[footsteps depart]
[chains rattle]
- [breathing heavily]
What's going on?
Say something. What is happening?
[both breathing heavily]
- [moans]
What was that about?
- I don't have time to explain.
We've gotta get you out of here.
You're no longer safe.
- Well, I'm safe as long as I'm here, right?
- Yes, but that's why I'm doing this.
He knows, Sasha.
Brother Xavier...
[chains clinks to the ground]
Knows that you're Sasha Duncan.
- [scoffs]
Why would he think I'm a Duncan?
- Because you are.
I've known since before you were captured.
[tense music]
- How?
I watched the Duncan home for three months
after Brother Xavier found out about his wife and your cousin.
I've seen you dozens of times.
♪ ♪
- Why would you tell me that?
[sobs] Huh?
- I don't know!
Maybe it's destiny but...
Allah wouldn't allow it.
- [grunts]
- Sasha, are you ready?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [moans]
- Brother Elijah, what are you doing?
[gunshot]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- We have to go.
Now.
[hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
- Paris, how we looking up there?
[suppressed gunshots]
- I got the high route covered.
You can send in the cavalry.
♪ ♪
- Thanks, sis.
- No need to thank me, bro.
I always got your back.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Low Jack, is that you?
- [breathing heavily]
- Low Jack, is that you? Get out the car, man.
Stop playing. Get out the car.
[stutters]
[gunshots]
- [sighs]
Do you hear that?
[gunshots stop]
- Yeah.
It sounds like they found Zeus's body.
- No. Not that.
[gunshots]
That.
- Yeah. I hear it.
But it doesn't sound like something we should run to.
[gunshots]
- All clear.
- Good job, son.
Welcome back.
[tense music]
[gunshots]
- Come on. We gotta get out of here.
♪ ♪
- Black Team in position.
- Red Team in position.
- Gold Team in place.
I'm inside.
- All right, family.
Let's take these bastards down
and get Sasha back.
Junior, you should have company any minute now.
Keep 'em distracted.
- I'm on it.
- Black, Red, Gold team, Junior's got their attention.
You are a go.
- All right. Let's go.
- Come out, come out wherever you are.
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
- [yelps]
- Oh, you wanna fight?
- If you're not scared.
♪ ♪
[hip-hop music]
- [grunts]
Okay.
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
- [yelps] - You gonna hit me now?
[both grunting]
- Is this what you want?
[grunting]
[yelps]
[gunshots]
- [whispers] Stupid.
[tense music]
[shoes squeaking]
[gunshots]
[door thuds]
- [grunts]
[gunshots]
- [yelps]
Oh! Elijah!
- [grunts] - Are you okay?
- Mm-hmm. - Come on.
We have to go. - I'm fine.
- How do I get out of here? - I--come on.
No!
- You betrayed us for a woman, Elijah.
- I didn't betray us.
Xavier did.
He walked all over our faith.
Can't you see that?
- He's our leader.
And we must follow him.
- Do you hear yourself, brother?
We are not sheep. We are men.
And Allah has given us
the ability to make free choices.
- Your words fall on deaf ears.
[gunshot]
- Brother Elijah, you still want these sandwiches?
- Come on. We have to go.
We're almost there. Come on! Come on!
- You get out of here. - [grunts]
- Sasha.
- Orlando, it's me.
- Sasha, move.
- No. I can't do that.
- God damn it. Get out of the way.
- [quiet] I said, "No."
- Have you completely lost your motherfuckin' mind?
- Orlando. Orlando.
I know what it looks like but listen.
- Step aside, Sasha!
You don't have a choice.
- Look--I can't let you hurt him, okay?
Just wait. Everybody, just wait.
Wait!
This man saved my life.
He--he needs to go to a hospital.
Look at him. - [grunts]
- Sasha, make a decision.
[tense music]
- [whimpers]
♪ ♪
- Ain't this a bitch?
Pop,
we got Sasha and two Brotherhood soldiers.
We're coming out.
[laughter]
Tell the team to stand down.
It's time to go home.
- I agree, son.
Good job.
♪ ♪
Get 'em the fuck out of here. - Hey, sis.
[indistinct shouting]
[gunshots]
- Come on, come on. Get up, get up.
Get up. - [grunts]
- Junior's been hit.
- How bad is it?
- Bad.
- Get this fucking van over there right now!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[gunshots]
- You all right? You all right?
Junior, are you all right?
[indistinct chatter]
Let's go, go, go, go. - Come on, come on, let's go.
- Move it. Move it.
- [grunts]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
Death to the infidels.
I love you, my brothers.
But this is jihad.
You shall be avenged.
Allahu Akbar!
- [sighs] I can't stand this waiting.
Junior would have called by now.
[sighs]
Babe, is this you?
- Yeah, babe.
- Okay, so how'd it go?
Did you find Sasha?
- Yeah. We got her.
She's safe.
- And Charles?
- I don't know.
There were bodies everywhere.
We didn't have enough time to stick around.
We got an NYPD lieutenant on payroll.
So if anything pops up, I'm sure he'll let me know.
- Junior, if Charles was there, you would know it.
Trust me.
- I know, babe.
But we gotta try to keep hope alive.
- Keep hope alive?
He's not gon' stop until he kills you
and anybody that gets in his way.
We just saw on the news
that 12 people with the last name Duncan
got killed in Brooklyn.
That's him. He is out of control.
- Babe, I know that you're scared.
Just as long as you stay at the house,
you'll be safe.
There's enough security there to protect the president.
Besides, he's in Brooklyn,
not Long Island.
- Well, what about you? When you gon' get home?
- Gotta go get stitched up.
- Stitched up? For what?
Why--why you got stitches?
- I caught a bullet in the arm.
It's just a flesh wound.
It's nothing that serious.
I promise you, baby,
I'll be home before you know it.
I love you.
- I love you too.
[emotional music]
- Is Sasha okay?
- Yes. He found her.
- [sighs]
- But Junior got shot.
- Oh, baby.
Come here. It's okay.
[tense music]
- [sniffles]
[sobs]
[door clicks open]
- [sighs]
How is he?
- They took the bullet out
but Ms. Perot said he--
he lost a lot of blood.
It's gonna be real touch and go for the next two or three days.
♪ ♪
He'll be fine.
He has to be.
- For his own sake, he may as well take his last breath.
I swear.
- You are not gonna do anything.
He's innocent, Junior.
- This piece of shit is far from innocent.
He sat in front of Orlando
and made a truce and went back on it,
tried to kill Mom and Dad,
kidnapped you.
And what he's put Sonya through?
Brother X is not gonna be
the only one responsible for this shit.
He is too. - I said no!
He saved my life, okay?
Get that through your skull!
Uncle LC,
you wanna know why I'm alive?
It's because of this man.
And he saved me again tonight.
Even...
taking a bullet from one of his own people.
- Look, Sasha.
You've been through a lot. You need to get some rest.
- No, I--
I don't have Stockholm syndrome or any of that.
I--he protected me
from Brother X.
And he--
he killed the man that was trying to rape me.
He's a good man.
- I'ma kill him. - I said no!
Back the fuck up now!
If you touch him,
you better plan on killing me first.
- Hey, Sasha. - Back up!
- Come on. Come on.
Junior,
we don't trust him
but we do trust your cousin.
She's earned that much.
I'll tell you what, Sasha.
Why don't we just wait until he's conscious
and hear what he has to say?
Junior can wait here just in case.
Does that work for you?
- Yes, sir. - Okay.
Junior, come on. Let's go.
- Get your big-head ass out of here.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Pull!
[laughter]
- Impressive.
- What can I say? I learned from the best.
- Yeah, you did, didn't you?
- [chuckles]
[sighs]
Pull! Pull!
[sighs] - Showoff.
- Well, you did say you learned from the best.
- [chuckles]
- I was just trying to prove you right, sweetheart.
- You are such an ass.
[laughter]
I don't know how it is
that I can hate someone so much
and actually love 'em at the same time.
- It's a gift.
- [chuckles] Indeed, it is.
- [laughs]
So, tell me.
How did things go in New York with Mr. Goldman?
- Actually, they went very well.
He mentioned an obstacle
but something I know you can handle.
- What's that?
- A chump by the name of Marco Cruz.
He runs several cartels in Mexico.
- A commoner. - Ah-ah.
Alexander, now how many times have I told you
to stop looking down on others?
- [chuckles]
I'm a Spaniard, my beauty. A moor.
I look down on everyone.
Present company excepted.
- [chuckles]
Well, this one you don't want to do that with.
He's more than just a commoner, okay?
- Ah. I think you worry too much.
- And I think you don't worry enough.
- You know, he shouldn't be that hard to convince.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, don't underestimate him, sweetie, all right?
He's a very powerful man.
- All right, well, we'll see.
Why don't you have our friend in LA set up a meeting
and have Frenchie gas up the jet?
- All right.
Well, while you are pursuing all of that,
I want you to remember that this Sunday
we're having dinner with the children.
- [sighs]
[stomps foot]
Both of 'em? - Yes.
Both of them.
And I expect you to be on time.
- [sighs] I'll do my best, Dominique,
but I won't make any promises.
- Alexander, your best is unacceptable.
You will be there.
Now listen.
I watch you go to work 20 hours a day,
six days a week.
And I don't say anything.
But this time,
your wife needs you
and so do your children.
And Sundays are our only family day.
So you'll be there, baby.
- Baby, you know how I feel about--
- Ah--with both of our children.
- I don't want--
- Both, Alexander.
Okay? I love you.
Come here.
That's it, daddy.
[speaking] Be on time.
- Yeah. I love you too.
[tense music]
[phone ringing]
- Yeah?
- Bernie, LC.
- Oh. Hello, LC.
I was expecting to hear from you a little sooner.
- Well, we had a late night rescuing my niece.
- Oh.
Oh, well, uh,
that's--that's good to hear, huh?
Things went well, I hope. She's doing well?
- Yes. Better than expected.
Although we didn't get Brother X,
the Brotherhood has been shut down.
Thank you for asking.
- Oh, well, of course.
You know, her safety was always all of our greatest concern.
- Of course it was.
However, that leaves us
with some other unfinished business.
- [chuckles] Yeah.
I, uh, I believe it does.
Uh, so, uh....
you have any thoughts on our offer?
- Yes.
I'm sorry, Bernie, but, um...
I'm gonna have to pass on your offer.
My family and I, we appreciate it.
But like I've always said,
"HEAT belongs to the Duncans."
- [exhales deeply]
Ah. I see.
What if we doubled it? Made it 2 billion?
Does that interest you?
- My, Bernie. Tempting.
But the answer is still no.
However, Bernie,
as a gesture of good will,
I can give you that 300% increase
you've been asking for.
How does that sound?
- Well, I, uh...
I guess it'll have to do.
[breathing heavily]
Danny, put my bags in the car.
We're going on a little trip.
- As promised, we're back.
But first, I wanna thank everybody for their patience
regarding the last few weeks.
And because you've been so patient,
I've decided to give you a 20% increase in your pay.
Now with that being said,
we're officially back to business as usual.
- Oh.
Not quite business as usual.
- Harris is right.
We are back in full production
but we have to catch up with demand
which is outstanding.
- And with that, we're gonna be in production 24/7.
So everybody's gonna be working two shifts a day
until further notice.
- Great.
That means no social life.
- Excuse me.
Will our pay reflect this extended schedule?
- I just gave you
a 20% increase.
But yes.
Any time over eight hours
will be considered time and a half.
Any other questions?
No? Good.
- [claps] Let's go, guys.
- So what should I make for dinner tonight?
- Doesn't matter to me.
Just make sure to set dinner for one.
I told you, I don't mix business with pleasure.
- What are you worried about?
A #MeToo case?
- [chuckles] - What?
You think I'm gonna report you to HR?
Or the EEOC?
I don't think we fall under their jurisdiction.
I mean, it's not exactly like we're making aspirin here.
[tense music]
- Listen.
Why don't you give me a call tonight
and we'll talk about it?
- That's more like it.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
Harris. - Yeah?
- When I leave, I want you to fire her.
And then I want you to shut this lab down
and find another location as soon as possible.
- Consider it done.
♪ ♪
[door creaking]
- Mr. Duncan thought you could use a new ride.
[tense music]
Little something extra.
♪ ♪
[banging]
[dark ambient music]
♪ ♪
- Aye.
It's a dope fiend's dream.
This caliente HEAT.
Five or die.
This is your future.
♪ ♪
- Sí, Papá. Sí.
- [sighs]
Mi negro, King Harris,
you tell him Señor Cruz is very satisfied.
- I'll let him know, sir.
- Gracias.
- Thank you, Señor Cruz.
[tense music]
Hello?
- Why the fuck am I hearing
about everyone else re-upping on HEAT except me?
I haven't gotten shit.
Where is my shipment, Harris?
- First of all, who the fuck
you think you talking to, motherfucker?
Sebastian talking shit.
- You didn't get your shipment
because we didn't send it to you,
you disrespectful fucking prick.
- Oh. Orlando.
Look, man.
I'm just trying to figure out what's going on.
When can I expect my delivery?
- You get it when you get it.
That's if we decide to send it to you.
You know, us Neanderthals,
we move really slow, remember?
Fucking idiot. Let's go.
- Shit.
What the fuck am I gonna do now?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, Daddy. - Hey, Daddy.
- You and Baby get packed.
We're going to New York.
♪ ♪
- I wonder what that's about.
- No clue.
- New York, here we come.
- [sighs]
- Elijah, I'm gonna need you to wake up.
Okay, baby?
[emotional piano music]
♪ ♪
We have a chess game to finish.
- You wanna lose that bad, huh?
- [laughs]
You're awake.
- I believe I am.
Hi.
- Hi.
- [coughing]
♪ ♪
- Is that better?
- Yes.
Yes. Thank you.
Where am I?
- We're at a friend's place.
You were shot.
She takes care of people like us
so that we don't have to involve the police.
- [whispers] Okay.
And Rashaad?
Where-- - No, no, no
- Is he? - No.
He's safe.
- Okay. Good.
And Xavier?
♪ ♪
- No one knows.
- [sighs]
- He's still out there somewhere.
- That's not good.
He is not a well man.
- No, he's not.
My family's looking for him.
And they are gonna find him.
But until then, get some rest.
- I'm fine, Sasha.
- [whispers] You better be.
♪ ♪
[footsteps approaching]
- Can I help you?
- Uh... [clears throat]
Actually, you can. This is for you.
- What is it?
- Go ahead and open it.
[package rustling]
- What the hell is this? Some kind of bonus?
- Well, actually, it's your severance pay.
- Severance? You can't fire me.
We just opened back up. Where's Orlando?
- I wouldn't worry about Orlando.
But I am gonna need your keys and your laptop.
- I'm not giving you anything. Fuck you.
Orlando's gonna be pissed when hears about this bullshit.
- Oh, really?
Then who do you think sent me?
- Oh, you lying. - Really?
- I'll call him right now.
- Well, go right ahead. Be my guest.
But I'm pretty sure you're already blocked right now.
You hearing little beeps?
- Son of a bitch. - Yeah.
Why don't you just save yourself some trouble?
Take your severance pay and leave.
- I'm not going anywhere and I'm not doing anything
until Orlando shows up.
Like I said, fuck you.
- Mm. Really?
And like I said, enjoy your severance pay.
Show her how to leave, fellas.
- Let's go. - What?
Wait--get your hands off me!
I don't deserve to be treated like this!
Give me my money!
[tense music]
- Well, how could you not want this?
♪ ♪
- Brother Minister. - Yes?
LC Duncan.
[chuckles]
What a pleasant surprise.
[clank]
So what can I do for you today?
- Well, I hate to disturb your gardening
but has there been any word on this Xavier character?
- Well, no. Not at all.
It appears he's fled.
And he's not likely to come back.
Lots of people have lost their lives
because of his selfishness.
He's become a pariah in our community.
- Are you sure no one is helping him?
- Well, the Brotherhood is no more.
Allah saw to that.
And all the brothers who remained
returned into my flock.
He has no support.
Xavier will cause you no trouble.
- Yeah.
To be honest with you, Brother Minister,
I'd be more comfortable if he was in custody.
But I hope you're right.
It'd be nice if we've seen the last of him.
- Well, I understand.
And speaking of custody, you have two brothers in yours:
Elijah and Rashaad.
I'd like them returned to me.
- [sighs]
What assurances do I have
that they won't return to helping Xavier?
He's a dangerous man.
- Well, other than the fact that they both turned on him,
betrayed Xavier to save your niece,
I'd say that you can take my word for it.
You have my word.
And if they aid him,
I'll kill them myself.
- Good enough for me. - Mm.
Peace be unto you, LC.
- Peace be unto you, Brother Minister.
- Indeed. Until next time.
- Yes.
♪ ♪
Orlando,
put 100 grand on Xavier's head.
Let's get back to work.
♪ ♪
[woman moaning]
- Shut the--
What the hell is it?
- Yeah, we just got a delivery.
- Papi? Come back to bed.
We're not finished yet. - [laughing]
- [speaking Spanish] I will.
- Papi!
- Okay. Just calm down.
I'm gonna take care of it, okay?
You interrupted me over some bullshit delivery?
[speaking Spanish]
- It wasn't bullshit that got delivered.
We just got a brand-new shipment
of HEAT from the Duncans.
And they added an extra 15%.
- [laughs] That's great.
Listen.
Send LC and Orlando our thanks, okay?
And, uh, it's time to celebrate.
- All right. Okay. Let's go.
- No, like I told you. It's time to celebrate.
The liquor's over there.
[indistinct chatter] - Okay, pero--
[ambient music]
[knock]
- Papá, some guests.
[glasses clank]
- ¿Alejandro, quién es este?
Who is this tall, distinguished gentleman
you bring into my tequila bar announced?
- I apologize, Marco.
I bring a friend who brings opportunity
to you and the organization.
Mr. Alexander Cora, Señor Cruz.
- Pleased to meet you, Marco.
- [chuckles] He called me Marcos.
My amigos and familia, they call me Marcos.
Me and you, we haven't reached that level yet.
¿Cómo te llamas? What's your name?
- I am Alexander Cora.
- You can call me Señor Cruz.
- Then Señor Cruz it is.
- Now that we have that understood,
you may sit down.
- Gracias, Señor Cruz.
- So what brings you
to my El Curry salsa tequila bar?
Why are you here?
- He's here to offer you
an opportunity to make a lot of money.
- [speaks Spanish] I was talking to him.
I already have a lot of money, mucho dinero.
- Well, then perhaps this is an opportunity
for you to make more mucho dinero.
[laughter]
- ¿Cómo? - He wants to buy all the HEAT.
- Aye-ya-ya!
What are you--you got your hand in his back.
Are you his puppet?
Don't you remember?
I like to hear people talk for themselves.
- For the record, Señor Cruz,
I always speak for myself.
- Now I'm listening.
- I wanna buy your entire inventory of HEAT,
all of it.
And I'm willing to pay 1 1/2 times the retail price.
- As I was saying, Marco,
this could be good for all of us.
- [laughing]
Aye-aye-aye.
More caca. More bullshit.
Why come to me?
Why not just go straight to the source,
the ones who produce it?
[tense music]
You know what?
What do you really want?
Ah. It doesn't even matter.
The minute you stepped in here, I knew.
I felt it. [sniffs]
You're not the type of man that I wanna do business with.
So I'm gonna ask you nicely...
[scoffs] Vámanos.
♪ ♪
- Before I go, let me tell you
that I am the type of man
who does not like to lose.
So I'm hoping that in the future,
your business and my business never crosses paths.
'Cause you may be a big man here in Mexico...
But I'm a big man in the world.
♪ ♪
- Oh, Orlando.
- [groans]
[both moaning, grunting]
- [yelps]
[both moaning]
- Oh, come on, Pop. Now's not a good time.
[breathing heavily]
Hello?
- It's not your father, Orlando.
It's me.
- What?
- You should have answered my calls.
- Are you fucking serious?
Oh, my God.
- Brandi?
How the hell did you get this number?
- I'm not stupid, remember?
And I didn't deserve to be fired or broken up with.
You can't go around treating people like shit, Orlando.
- Look, I already told you.
I don't mix business with pleasure.
- You may not have liked it.
However, you could have at least pretended
to give a damn about my feelings.
I slept with you two nights ago,
and now you got some trashy thot in your bed?
Really? What kind of shit is that?
- What?
What, are you following me? Are you a stalker now?
- No, I'm not following you.
I know your whereabouts at all times.
But just so we're clear,
you done pissed off a real woman
who knows how to fight back and handle men like you.
- Listen, Brandi. I'm telling you.
You don't wanna go there with me.
- You should have thought about that
before you sent your two bodyguards to manhandle me.
♪ ♪
- Listen. Brandi?
- Oh, please make sure VIP is taken care of.
[sighs exasperatedly]
I really need to talk to security
about who they're letting in here.
- Wouldn't make a difference.
There's not a club in this planet that wouldn't let me in.
How you been, pretty boy?
- Better now that you're here, Sebastian.
What are you doing here?
- You left Spain so abruptly.
Thought you might have kicked us to the curb.
- [chuckles]
Family emergency. Couldn't be helped.
You fuck with one Duncan, you fuck with us all.
- Mm.
I could tell by all the security outside
shit's getting deep.
But that's how y'all Duncans roll, right?
- That's what makes us strong.
You guys, sit. Have a drink.
You're in my city.
Let me show how we do it in New York.
- Thanks but we didn't come to party.
You got some place we could talk privately?
- Sure. This way.
Looking mighty serious.
What's on your mind?
- I need to know about that favor I asked you about.
You talk to your pops?
- Straight to the point, huh, Sebastian?
- Well, I don't really have a choice.
I'm desperate as hell, Rio.
And you know I wouldn't show up here
without calling if it wasn't important.
- Yeah. I get that.
But the time is not right.
We got a lot going on with the family right now.
And my pops isn't really in the best of moods.
- [whispers] Rio.
[speaking] I told you
this was major for me.
- Yeah. I get that.
But if you want the answer you're looking for,
you're gonna have to be patient.
Timing is everything with my pops.
- I hear that.
But that does nothing for me.
I'm the one who's fucked!
[exhales]
[tense music]
- You know, I really must like you.
[whispers indistinctly]
Here's my personal stash.
This month's supply of HEAT for my club dealers.
Take it.
- You serious?
[briefcase locks rattle]
What about your people?
- You're my people.
At least, I hope you are.
[briefcase locks clicking]
- Thank you, Rio.
You just saved my ass.
At least for a little bit.
- Well, I have plans for that ass.
Besides, I'll just tell my brother I sold out.
And he'll give me more.
As long as I get the money for the product,
my family's not gonna question me
about where the product went.
- Okay. But...
I'm still gonna need you
to have that conversation with your pops.
- I know. And I will.
Now how about that drink?
- Yeah, I can't right now.
[briefcase locks rattling]
I gotta leave in the morning.
I still got a few things left to do.
But I really appreciate it, Rio.
I'll hit you up later.
- [scoffs]
I know this motherfucker didn't just hit me
with the "I'll hit you up" line.
♪ ♪
[glass clanks]
[sighs]
[briefcase locks rattling]
- Poor kid.
Got his nose wide open.
- Well done, Sebastian.
[briefcase locks clicking]
♪ ♪
Alexander will be very pleased.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪