[indistinct shouting]
- Junior's been hit.
- We got Sasha and two Brotherhood soldiers.
We're coming out.
- I love you, my brothers.
You shall be avenged.
- What have you found out about my husband?
- Word is, he's looking for the blade.
- The blade?
- 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.
- I want you to fire her.
- I don't deserve to be treated like this!
You done pissed off a real woman
who knows how to fight back and handle men like you.
- Here's my personal stash.
- Well done, Sebastian. [briefcase locks clicking]
Alexander will be very pleased.
[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 hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Hold up ♪
♪ Hold up, hold up, hold up ♪
- ♪ Turn the lights on ♪
♪ Turn up for the team ♪
♪ Buy up everything ♪ - Let's go.
- ♪ We don't need a reason, we just need the cream ♪
♪ Turn up for the team ♪
♪ We living the dream ♪
♪ Let the family business begin ♪
♪ Turn up for the team ♪
♪ What's up with that? What's up? ♪
♪ Watch me work that muscle ♪
♪ Straight up out the time ♪
♪ We got no time to tussle ♪
♪ I'm gonna have all of my people with me ♪
♪ Anytime I show up ♪
♪ Pull me on that mega ♪
♪ You already know what's up, hold up ♪
♪ Roll it, light it, pour it, sip it ♪
♪ So terrific how it's going down ♪
- Yo, check this out.
- ♪ Whip like it yours ♪
♪ But you should know I'm coming for the crown ♪
♪ Turn up for the team ♪
♪ Buy up everything ♪
♪ We don't need a reason... ♪
- Yeah. He definitely was here.
It looks like Elijah's tip was right.
- Yeah, I don't think he's coming back.
- Mm-hmm. Let's hope Junior's team has better luck.
- Hey, I found something.
- This is it.
This is where he lays his head.
- Not anymore. Check this out.
- What is it?
- It's a fake ID.
Looks like he's trying to book a flight out
to Birmingham, Alabama.
- Birmingham? Who the hell goes to Birmingham, Alabama?
- Exactly. Think about it.
Sounds like a good place to hide, doesn't it?
- You think he really left town?
- I don't know.
But I got a guy at TSA.
I'll have him review the footage.
If Brother X got on that plane,
trust and believe I'm gonna know about it.
- All right.
- Let's go.
- Run, X, run.
But you can't hide.
Let's move out.
- What do you mean what happened?
He fired me, that's what happened.
His lawyer and two big-ass dudes came in
and handed me an envelope and told me to get the hell out.
- For what? What did you do?
- I don't know.
But the guns on their waistbands made it very clear
that my services were no longer required,
and I need to keep my mouth shut.
- So what are you going to do?
- I haven't decided yet.
But I can guarantee that Orlando Duncan
will wish he hadn't fucked with me.
- Mr. Duncan, you have a guest. - Okay.
It is true.
You're alive.
- I'm getting a little worried about answering that question,
but, yes, L.C., I'm alive.
Sorry to disappoint you and everyone else.
- I have no reason to be disappointed either way.
What you do is none of my business.
I'm just not in the habit of seeing ghosts.
I try to stay away from that sort of thing.
- Afraid of ghosts, are you? - No.
I ain't afraid of no ghosts.
I consider myself one of the original Ghostbusters.
- What are you doing here, Alejandro?
- I need to speak to my wife.
I'm told that she spends a lot of time with your family.
- She used to. Not anymore.
- I take it she's worn out her welcome.
- You could say that, yes.
- She has a habit of doing that.
Do you know where I can find her?
- No, I don't.
Consuela and her whereabouts is no concern of mine.
I don't keep tabs on her.
- You do keep tabs on her son, don't you?
Your grandson?
- I got my driver's permit, Grandpa.
- Driver's permit.
Exactly how old are you, son? - I'm--
- Old enough to know better than to speak to strange men.
Everything all right here, L.C.?
- Yes. Everything's fine.
He was just leaving.
D.J.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Duncan.
- That who I think it was, Grandpa?
- Yes, son, it was.
- So my mom wasn't lying.
- No, it appears she was telling the truth.
Her husband, Alejandro, is back from the grave.
[papers rustling, person humming]
- I thought you said you loved me.
- I do. I do love you, mi'jita.
- Then why haven't you done anything to help me?
What's the problem?
- [sighs] I already told you.
I don't want to be in the middle of this.
It's not my place. - It's not your place?
- ¿Tú no eres mi hombre?
Don't you sleep with me?
I cook all your fucking meals, don't I?
- That's right. Like a good woman should.
- Then why isn't it in your place to help me?
♪ ♪
- [sighs] Because I'm not going to allow you to manipulate me
into talking to my best friend about something
that has nothing to do with me.
Now, if you want to fix things between you and your son,
hey, you talk to L.C. yourself.
Leave me out of it.
- Okay.
I'll just get someone else to help me.
I mean, if that's what you want.
You know I can be a very persuasive woman
when I want something, Juan.
- No jode conmigo, Consuela. Don't play with me.
- Hmm. - You know how I get.
I'm very jealous. Very jealous.
And, uh...
you wouldn't want whoever's helping you
to be floating down the Jersey Shore
with their throats cut
from ear to ear, would you?
Huh?
- Okay.
But the least you can do
is give me some money so that I can go shopping.
- Hmm. Fine.
Where's Natalia? I haven't seen her all day.
- Well, I wasn't planning anything,
so I gave her the day off.
- Ah, so take the Cuban with you.
I don't want to take any chances.
Haven't seen your ex in days in LA.
He could be anywhere.
- Ramon can take care of things.
Believe me. - [chuckles]
Oyeme...
I like Ramon,
but he's no Natalia, because if he was,
you wouldn't need my protection, would you?
Take the Cuban, okay?
- Ay-ay-ay.Okay, mi amor.
- [giggles softly]
- I don't know why you're doing all that?
It's just gonna get messed up again.
- Oh, really? - Guaranteed.
- Hmm. - Unless...
you have plans on running off with Consuela again.
- No.
Consuela's preoccupied across town,
and I don't have to meet up with her
for another few hours. - Okay.
- But we have to stop doing this.
She already suspects.
- Fuck what she suspects.
She's gonna have enough problems
when Alejandro finds her.
Now, enough about my aunt Consuela.
Are you gonna come to bed?
- I don't know. Am I?
[giggles]
Yeah, I guess I am.
- Taking the time to pick the right club to seal your fate?
- And what makes you think I'm going to lose?
- You got to hit a hole-in-one to get me.
- Okeydokey.
Then I guess that's just what I'll have to do.
- You're pretty confident.
What do you say we increase our wager, then?
- What's your stake in Cora International, hmm?
Ten million shares?
How would you like to double that?
- Okay. You got a bet.
- Good.
[muttering]
Yes! - [laughs] Yes.
That's my baby. - Oh, yeah. [chuckles]
I'm gonna need those shares transferred immediately.
- Alexander, you know this will ruin me financially.
It'll bury me. - Hmm.
Well, you know, sometimes it's better be buried financially
than buried alive, right? [chuckles]
- I'm gonna need those shares
by the end of business, Richard.
Am I understood?
- He'll get you your shares. We promise.
- Then it's all settled.
Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me,
I have a colleague I must speak to.
I will meet you at the clubhouse for a beer.
- Nice shot. - Thank you.
I'm gonna need more HEAT, Sebastian.
When can you get it to me?
- I can't.
- You can't?
- My supplier can't get the amount I was getting for you.
I barely have enough for my clubs.
- Fuck your clubs.
Come here.
I thought you understood the big picture.
[both laughing]
They're joking, right? - They would want to be.
- It's okay, ladies. Stand down.
Stand down, God damn it! - Good girls!
But you will pay for that moment of stupidity.
- They didn't mean it, Alexander.
They were just doing their job protecting me, that's all.
- Very admirable.
But still unacceptable.
- Look, Alexander, let me make it up to you.
My next shipment, it's yours.
- I know that.
- Let's go. Let's go!
- [sighs]
I'm meeting with Nadja Shah to unload the AR-15s tomorrow.
- Good, good.
After you're done with that,
I want all of our efforts concentrated
on our new pharmaceutical venture.
- Sure about that? - [sighs]
That's a lot of eggs to put in one basket.
- Yeah, right now Cora International
is worth $7 billion US.
So, with our network of distribution
and our military-contracting shell companies
and if things go the way we want them to,
we should be worth ten times that much within two years.
So, yes.
I'm sure about that. - Mm.
Okay.
- Babe, where you at? - Ay, vengo.
[sultry music]
Yeah. - Wow. [scoffs]
You look amazing. - Yeah, thank you.
See, I think it's time we have that conversation
about those benefits.
- Let's talk about those benefits.
- A long conversation.
- What's up with that? - Mm-hmm.
But these can't come off.
- No, no, no, no, no. - Hold on.
[shushing] Hello?
- Where have you been?
We've been calling you all day.
I haven't got any calls from you.
The only calls I received were from Ramon,
and I thought he was calling to clown me
about the Clippers losing to the Lakers.
- Well, he was calling you for me.
I need you to meet me at Christopher Morley Park
in Manhasset. - I-I'm in Farmingdale.
It's going to take me at least an hour to get there.
- That's fine.
I'll be here for a while.
- [sighs] - Where are you going?
- I have to go to work.
- You're joking, right? - [smooches]
- Adiós, amor.
- [breathes deeply]
- Can I help you? - Qué bella día.
You mind if I join you?
- [sighs] - I'm waiting for somebody,
and that seat is taken.
So can you please leave, por favor?
- Mmm. [clicks tongue]
Qué bella mujer.
But you're very rude.
- Ramon!
Can you come and take care of this man, please?
Ramon?
[gun cocks]
- Now, you can come with us and live,
or you can stay here and die.
It's your choice.
- Do you know who I am? - Oh, definitely.
- Okay. - Hmm.
Pa'rriba, por favor.
Damas primero.
- Ten cuidado. - Oh, yes, mucho.
- You sure about this, sweetie?
- I'm sure.
I was going to have to see her sometime,
and now's as good a time as any.
- All right. Well, I'll be here if you need me.
- Thanks.
I got to go. She's never late. - Okay.
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[sighs]
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
- There is something... [billiard balls clacking]
I'd like to share with you.
- Oh, yeah?
What's that?
- You know, it's been a while since my wife died.
We're truly in love.
- Oh, well, that's great news.
Who's the lucky lady? Do I know her?
- Yeah, you do.
She's been here several times.
- Huh.
Who?
[sighing deeply]
Consuela.
- That's not funny, Juan.
- [scoffs]
I'm not laughing, L.C.
This truly is--is love, amigo.
We really love each other, you know?
It's--it's crazy. - You can't be serious.
I just got that damn woman out of my life,
and now my best friend is dating her.
What is wrong with this picture?
We're not just dating, L.C.
We're truly in love.
I mean, it sounds crazy, but...
[sighs]
I think I'm gonna marry her.
- Marry her? Oh, come on, man.
Are you out of your mind?
Damn. [cue stick clattering]
Can't you see what she's doing?
Come on, that ain't love, Juan.
That's manipulation.
Come on, brother. You're smarter than that.
- Well, evidently I'm not.
The heart wants what the heart wants.
It's-- - Oh...
- She stood him up, L.C. The bitch stood him up.
Hi, Juan.
- What? What are you talking about?
- Consuela.
She agreed to meet Nevada in the park.
Had him sitting there waiting for two hours.
No phone call, no showing up, nothing.
- You all right, Nevada?
- [sighs]
Yeah.
She texted me saying she wanted to meet me for my birthday.
I don't know why I gave in, but I did.
- You gave in because she's your mother
and you love her.
Sometimes love makes us make some dumbass decisions.
Ain't that right, Juan?
- Yeah. Sometimes.
Hey, I got to go.
Listen...
I left something with your grandfather,
so you have a great birthday, you hear me?
- Thanks, Uncle Juan.
- Chippy, it was a pleasure as always.
- [smooches] Love you.
- Juan. Hey, Juan. Juan, hey--
[sighs] Oh, man.
I just want you to think.
Okay, be careful.
Before you get yourself into this shit so deep,
you can't get out of it.
- [scoffs] I appreciate your concern, L.C.
But I'll be fine, trust me.
I'll be okay, amigo.
- Aw, man. [door closes]
[sighs]
- Rolls-Royce. - Yes, yes.
Absolutely. Only a moment here.
Here you go.
- Thank you. - Car will be right over there.
[conversing indistinctly]
- What are you doing?
That's his car you're sitting in.
- You must be Sabrina. - Mm-hmm.
- Which means you must be Richard.
- Yeah, you know our names. Who are you?
- I'm your last warning.
- What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Do you know who I am?
- Well, I hear you're some big-time tech guy,
but I could care less.
What I care about is the 10 million shares
of Cora Enterprises that you were supposed to transfer
to Mr. Cora last week.
- So that's what this is about. Alexander sent you.
Well, you can tell Alexander
that I'm not gonna transfer him those shares
over a golfing bet.
- [chuckles] - I talked to my lawyer.
I'm all set. He's got nothing on me.
Now, please, get the fuck away from my car.
- I don't know why you men just won't keep your word.
Things could be so much simpler.
- Um, look, is that real?
- I don't know. What do you think, Richard?
Do you think it's real?
- Yeah, it's real.
What are you going to do?
You gonna shoot me in broad daylight?
I'm sure there's plenty of cameras in this garage.
- They've been disabled.
As you can see, the parking valet is already gone.
Brother...
- You kill me, he's not going to get those shares.
- [laughs] He doesn't want me to kill you.
He wants me to kill her.
- What? No, Richard-- - She's not gonna do anything.
[silence gunshot] [grunts]
[dramatic music]
- Now,
that could have been your wife instead of your mistress.
Or perhaps your kids,
or your parents living in Wales.
Transfer the damn shares, Richard.
Trust me.
You don't want to see me again.
♪ ♪
- [humming]
Hey.
Where's Consuela? We need to talk.
- I was hoping you could tell me.
She's not answering her phone.
Neither is Ramon.
- You mean she's not here?
- [sighs]
I think something's happened to her.
- That son of a bitch Alejandro has her.
I know it. I know it.
- What are you going to do?
Shit. I don't know.
They could be--they could be anywhere.
I just don't know where to start.
[sighs]
- I think I do.
- Okay, vámonos. Let's go.
- Thanks for taking care of me. - Don't scare me like that.
[door opens] - Brother Elijah.
It's good to see you well. - Brother Minister.
It's good to be well, sir. - Indeed.
We are indebted to the Duncans
for seeing to it that your medical needs were tended to.
- Thank you.
I would've expected far worse treatment.
- No, from what my niece and Brother Minister tell me,
you deserve even better treatment.
Thanks for keeping her safe.
However,
I do need to know if I can trust
sending you out into the world.
I don't want any harm coming to my family.
- I don't wish harm on anyone in your family, sir.
You have my word.
- Well, then, all is well.
- See you again, L.C. - Brother Minister.
- Thank you, Elijah...
For everything.
- Of course.
[grunts softly]
Sir.
[door opens]
- Well... [door closes]
You all right? - I'm better now.
Thank you, Uncle L.C. - You got it.
[car door opens]
[car door closes] - Are you okay?
- I'm--I'm fine. - [sighs]
- And you are, too.
- Wow.
[both sighing]
What is it that you have there, Brother Elijah?
- Um...
uh, nothing, nothing.
- Nothing, huh? [chuckles]
Looks to me like you got a phone number.
- [chuckles] Come on. Come on. - [laughing]
- Oh, man.
- Well, hello. How are you folks doing today?
- We're looking for Consuela.
- I'm not sure who Consuela is,
and I'm the only one here,
so you must have the wrong place.
- No, we have the right place.
Your company insured her jewelry.
Consuela Zuniga?
- Oh, yes.
Now, her, I do know.
But, unfortunately, she hasn't been here today.
- Yes, we know.
But she had some jewelry fitted with micro-tracking.
She did, yes.
And it brought down her premium considerably.
Are you looking to have some pieces insured?
- [sighs] No.
We need tracking info on Consuela's Cartier bracelet.
- Sure thing.
Just have Ms. Zuniga give me a call,
and I'll see what can be arranged.
- I don't think you understand. She's missing.
And we need to track her bracelet to find her.
You understand?
- Oh, no, I'm--I'm really sorry to hear that.
Um...
why don't you just have the police give me a call?
You have reported her missing, haven't you?
- Contacting the police would be a lot of...
unnecessary red tape...
and a huge waste of time
when you can just give us the information right now.
- You know, I would really love to help,
but I'm gonna need something a little more official.
[chair clattering]
- Is this official for you?
Huh?
♪ ♪
- ¿Qué pasa, viejo? - Hola, ¿dónde estás?
- I just arrived in LA. Where are you?
- We're on our way as well.
We had to bury something first.
- Good.
I guess it's done, huh?
- Claro que sí.
Your sister's a very capable woman.
She put Consuela in her place very quick.
She won't be a hindrance to you no longer.
- I want to thank you both for your attention to detail.
I'll be at the farm.
I'll see you there. - Gracias.
- Para la casa.
[car door opens]
- Hey.
- I didn't think you'd come.
- You know better than that.
Has there ever been a time
that you've called and I didn't come?
- No.
I guess not.
I'm sorry.
I'm just feeling a bit annoyed right now.
- What's wrong?
Do you need me to talk to Richard again?
- [laughing]
No, Richard got the message.
- Mm. - He transferred the shares.
- Hmm, good.
So what's the problem?
Let me guess. She found out we're meeting?
- Nah.
Nah, I wouldn't be here is she did.
- Yeah.
- No, I just...
I'm dealing with a dilemma right now--
something that's eating me up...
inside.
- What kind of dilemma?
Is it something I can help with?
- I don't know. Perhaps.
But this is more personal than business.
- Hmm.
- There's a man in Mexico...
[grunts softly] A very powerful man...
who disrespected me like no one ever has and survived.
- You want me to kill him?
- More than anything in the world.
But the blowback from killing him
would have huge implications.
They would know that it was me behind it.
And then his people would come for us all.
And we don't need that right now.
- Okay.
So what do you want me to do?
- You know, I'm working on something that
could pull the rug from underneath him
and his most powerful allies.
- Hmm.
- But I need him to be distracted while I'm doing it.
- [chuckles]
Well, that's easy enough.
You know I'm good at being a distraction.
- [laughs] Yeah, that you are.
His name is Señor Marco Cruz.
- Yeah, I've heard of him.
And you're right. He is a powerful man.
He's done work with the Guild before.
But you know all men have their weaknesses.
- Then I want you to find his, Sage.
And take your time.
This is not to be rushed.
- Consider it done.
I have a job I have to complete,
but when I'm finished,
he will have my full attention.
- [chuckles softly]
- See ya. - Yeah.
[door opens] - Hey, Sage?
- Yes, Daddy? - Thank you.
- You don't have to thank me.
Just make sure you see me Sunday night at dinner.
- All right, I'll be there.
You be careful out there.
[Alejandro breathing heavily, car door opens]
- According to this,
the signal's coming from out there somewhere.
- This doesn't look good.
You're sure this is the place?
- According to this app, yes.
She's out there somewhere.
- Okay.
Vámonos,let's go.
- Shit.
[sighs]
[softly] Oh, God.
- You think this is her?
Dímelo, you think this is her?
- It's what this says.
- Oh, no.
[breathing heavily]
Damn.
- Where are you going?
- [sobbing] I can't leave the love of my life
buried like this.
She deserves better.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Whoa, hey, what the hell's going on out here?
Hey, you two.
What are you doing out here?
Give me that.
Hand it over! And keep your eyes on her.
Come on.
Slowly.
Come on, honcho.
Get over there.
Both of you. - Move it.
- Bob, make sure they don't move a goddamn muscle.
- Right over there.
Don't you move.
- What the hell's that?
- What'd you find?
Can you get it?
- Hey, call it in.
I think we got a goddamn body wrapped in here.
Don't move!
[footsteps approaching] - Hey, nephew.
You got a minute?
- Sure.
What's this?
- Happy birthday.
It is your birthday, isn't it?
- Yeah.
Thanks, but shouldn't you wait till my party?
- [sighs]
I am not going to be here for your party.
I'm sorry. I'm leaving.
[somber music]
- Leaving? Where are you going?
- Europe. Maybe Asia.
I just--I need to get out of here and clear my mind.
♪ ♪
- I get it.
But not like Uncle Junior, right?
I can still call you and stuff?
- Anytime you want.
- Okay.
I can live with that.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just because I gave it to you early
does not mean you get to open it.
And I want you to open it when you're alone.
- Okay. I will. - Okay.
- You didn't get me any leather underwear, did you?
- What? No, of course not. - [laughing]
I brought you something you're going to need.
Your father bought me something very similar
for my 16th birthday.
Just make sure you're alone when you open it, okay?
- Okay.
- I'm gonna miss you.
You have grown into an amazing man...
Just like your dad. [chuckles]
I'm so proud of you.
So proud of you.
- Thanks.
♪ ♪
- Auntie Paris?
- Yeah?
- Please be safe.
And always remember, you're a Duncan.
There's nothing more important than that.
- I know.
- Hey, son. What's up? - Hi, baby.
- [sighs] I just saw the TSA video.
Brother X got on a plane
to Birmingham, Alabama, two days ago.
- Yeah, I'd prefer him dead, but it's not bad news.
- Nope. Not at all.
I also sent some of the boys down there to go look for him.
I also alerted our Southern clients
about the bounty on his head,
along with our family at Waycrest.
- Good. - Mm-hmm.
- And now we can celebrate our grandson's 16th birthday
in peace.
- Paris.
What's up, girl? Where you at?
We're about to get started. I know you love to eat.
- I'm not coming.
I, um...
I wanted to-- - You wanted to what?
- I just--I wanted to apologize to you.
I am so sorry.
Sasha, I never meant for you or anyone else to get hurt.
I just--I...
[sighs] I had to be the one to get Brother X.
But I should've listened to you and Orlando.
I am sorry.
I really am.
[chuckles] Next to Rio...
You're the best friend I ever had.
Hello?
Hello? Sasha?
- I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
- Well, I really meant it.
- Wow, um...
I believe you.
And I appreciate it.
I know it took a lot for you to say that to me.
I accept your apology.
- Yeah. [chuckles]
Thanks.
Hey, Sasha?
- Yeah?
- I love you, cuz.
- I...
Hello?
Paris?
- [sighs]
- [whistling softly]
[suspenseful music]
[continues whistling]
- London, where are you?
I thought you said
you were gonna be here for Nevada's party.
- I'm not bringing my kids back to New York
until Brother X is dead or in custody, Harris.
I already talked to Daddy about it.
- I don't give a damn who you talked to.
What are you talking about? You bring my kids home.
- [sighs] You know, don't start with me, Harris,
because this little trip wasn't my idea.
- Listen, I know I said that, but everything is fine now.
- Oh, really?
Have you seen the news?
- Listen to me, London. Listen to me very carefully.
I don't give a damn what you're talking about right now.
You bring my damn-- Hello?
The motherfuck--?
- Yes? - Hello, how are you doing?
Um, I have a package here for a Mr. or Mrs. Duncan.
- I'll take it. - Oh, no, ma'am.
I'm sorry, this, uh, needs a signature from a Duncan.
- Um, let's go around back.
- Okay.
Mmm.
- That looks good.
- Oh, um...
I saw the cake mix, and I thought I would just, uh,
get things ready for the party?
- I don't mind.
Junior said that you are a wonderful cook.
I guess we will find that out tonight.
- Thanks, Junior.
No pressure at all. - [laughs] You'll be fine.
And Nevada's gonna love this cake.
- Oh, I hope so.
This is a family recipe, this icing.
Um, Dawn, there's a few things I need to talk to you about.
- Yes, ma'am?
- This is for you.
- What is it? - Open it up and see.
[clears throat]
- [groans softly]
Um, is this real?
[mumbles] - Yes, it is real.
- I-I would've never expected this.
I-I...
- Dawn, I am woman enough to admit that
I may have been wrong about you.
So now I'm giving you a chance to prove it.
- Mrs. Duncan, I--
I don't know what to say, I--
I will never disappoint you.
Never, I promise. I just don't understand how.
I mean, how'd you get--
- I got Harris to pull some strings at the courthouse
to get your divorce fast-tracked.
Nothing a little money couldn't solve,
you know, especially since your husband is a fugitive.
- Oh, God. I don't know what to say.
I just--I can't--I can't wait to tell Junior.
- [laughs] - Oh, my God.
- Oh, but there is one more thing, actually.
You know what? It's more of a request.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Now since you are divorced...
[sighs]
When's the wedding?
- [whimpers softly]
- Come on. Come on.
- [crying] Thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
- And just to let you know, I want lots of grandbabies.
- [laughing] - Lots of them.
Lots of them. - Plenty.
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you're gonna do just fine.
You're gonna do just fine.
- Yes, what is it?
- May I help you? - Are you Mrs. Duncan?
- I am. You have something for me?
- I most certainly do.
- Surprise, surprise!
[all cheering]
- Happy birthday. - Happy birthday.
- All right, all right.
[cheering and laughter]
- Make a wish. - Make a wish.
- Make a wish first. - Make a wish.
- Whoa, all right. - That's a big wish.
[laughing]
- I think I have something that might put a smile on your face.
- Like what? - Come on. Take a walk with me.
- Uh-oh. - Come on, baby.
- Uh-oh. - Follow me. Follow Grandma.
- Wait, can I get one? - About to get a car?
- I don't want to wait.
- It's nice. - Mm-hmm.
- For real? [laughs] - Happy birthday, son.
- Thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
- Ah, you're so welcome.
[laughs] All yours, baby.
- [chuckles]
- [sighs]
Done good. - Yep.
- I love it! - [laughs]
- Well, don't just stand there.
[screaming]
[groaning]
- [grunts]
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