- The games have just begun.
- I'm Tony, by the way.
- Hi, Tony, I'm London.
- You'd be committing suicide,
if you ever decide to rip me off.
You know that, right?
- I suggest we make a deal or an even trade.
You already have Miguel.
I wanna hold one of your sons.
[gun firing] [dramatic music]
- No, no, no, no!
- You can't ask a man to kill someone
if you're not willing to do it yourself.
♪ 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, like it
♪ We know you like it, yeah
♪ We always winnin' and that's no lie ♪
♪ You really wish you had our life ♪
♪ We know you like, like it
♪ We know you like it
♪ It's the family business
♪ Family business
- Say, um,
have you seen a flatbed with a roadster on it?
- No, I didn't see anything.
- You sure?
- I didn't see nothing.
- Something ain't right, Pop.
- Yeah, tell me about it.
- L.C., that thing ain't here, man.
- What the hell are you doing here?
You're supposed to be at the warehouse with Kennedy.
- We got a problem.
- What kind of problem?
- Miguel is dead. [dramatic music]
- What, what the hell did you do?
- [Orlando] It wasn't me!
- Then who?
Is he right?
Did you kill Miguel?
- Dad, it was either him or me and it wasn't about to be me.
- What the hell were you even doing at the warehouse?
Goddamn, Paris!
- Pop, Pop! - L.C., easy!
- Goddamn! - Pop, let her go!
- L.C., hold on! - Get off me!
Get the hell off me! - We'll work it out, man!
- Goddamn, Paris!
[Paris gasping]
I spent a fortune sending you to
the finest goddamn finishing schools in Europe
just so you could learn how to control your anger!
So you'd stop [blank] up so goddamn much!
- Pop! - No, Daddy, no!
- Get off me, goddamn it!
- No! - Shut up!
Shut up!
So you could make something out of yourself.
And what do I get?
- Daddy, no! - I get a goddamn truckload
of first class horseshit!
Goddamn it, Paris! - Daddy, no!
You got exactly what you paid for!
You got a killer!
You didn't send me to finishing school,
you sent me to mercenary school!
Daddy, you wanted something more than Junior and the boys.
You wanted something they'd never expect, Daddy.
You wanted a secret weapon.
That's exactly what you got!
You got a killer, Dad!
- You're supposed to kill who I tell you and when I goddamn.
You just killed your brother.
Goddamn, girl!
- Daddy, watch out!
Daddy, look out! [gun firing]
- Get down, get him!
- [Paris] Go, go, go!
[gun firing]
[dramatic music]
Junior, where are you?
Go, go, go back!
[dramatic music]
[gun firing]
- Alejandro?
[cell phone ringing]
- Yeah?
- Well, good morning.
- [Harris] What's so good about it?
[laughs]
- You get to be my age every day
above ground's a good day, kid.
We need to talk.
- No, I don't think that's such a good idea.
- Well, I don't need you to think.
You know the place, I wanna see you tonight.
- Look, I'll--
Hello?
Damn it.
- You alright?
- It's just my shoulder, I'm gonna be alright.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm good.
- Okay, listen to me.
They were all professionals,
but one of them was Latin, most likely Mexican.
None of them had ID's but I found this.
- Let me see it.
Oh yeah, that son of a bitch.
- Uh-huh.
- [Junior] Wake up, come on, Pop.
- He's over here!
- [Junior] We gotta get him to Mrs. Brewer now, man.
- Lou's been hit bad, too. - Pops, wake up!
- Dad!
- Come on, we gotta get him up.
Come on, now.
We'll go check him out. - Wait, watch his head.
- Unbelievable!
Unbelievable!
[sighing]
I have called you six times, L.C.
You have been avoiding my calls
and we're gonna have bigger problems.
I talked to Vegas.
He told me about Rio.
And you're gonna need to tell me how are you gonna fix it!
[bullet rattling]
- [Junior] How bad is it?
- Bad.
He's lost a lot of blood.
He really should be at a hospital.
- We can't do that.
The people who did this will be looking for him there.
- I'll do what I can to keep him stable,
but the next 24 hours are crucial.
If you believe in God, pray.
- I can't take this.
- [Junior] Paris!
- Well, you do what you can.
And if you believe in God, you need to pray.
- [Junior] Come on, Pop.
[sighing]
[humming]
- Is he alive?
Is Rio alive?
Orlando?
- As far I know he's fine, Mom.
- Then who is it?
I know that look.
- It's Pop.
He's been shot.
And it's not looking good.
- 38 years.
He's always called me back.
38 years, he's always called me back.
[crying]
I knew something was wrong.
I knew it.
I knew it, oh, God!
- Shh.
- Orlando!
- You should get some sleep.
You're no good to him if you're exhausted.
It's like a one-legged man at a butt kicking contest.
- How's he doing?
- Surprisingly strong for his age.
But he's not out of the woods yet.
Eat your soup, we'll know more in a few hours.
Okay?
- What if he really die--
- No, no, no.
Don't.
You know you can't kill Superman.
He'll survive this, he has to.
- Well, I can't sit around and be patient like y'all.
I gotta do something.
- Good, because I'm ready to do something, too.
We ain't nobody's bitches.
And the first order of business--
- Go get Rio.
- We got 36 hours.
I wish I could send Junior or somebody else with you,
but they would spot us the minute we got into LA.
- I got this, bro. - I know you got it,
little sister, I just need you to be careful.
- I will!
I'll be careful.
- I love you. - I love you, too.
[dramatic music]
[tires screeching]
[dramatic music]
- Miss Duncan?
Everything you asked for is in the car.
Here's the keys.
Anything else, just have your brother give me a call.
[suspenseful music]
- I've taken your request into consideration.
The fact that your brother said he would deliver
my son tomorrow, I'm gonna loosen your restrictions.
I'll allow you to go out tonight.
My men here will escort you.
- Now that is what I'm talking about!
Are these two gentlemen going to attend to my every need?
[smacking]
- Raul, have Reynaldo take him.
He likes to have a good time.
- I'm not doing this.
[men laughing]
- This is LA, I need to get my hair done.
I need to change my whole outfit.
Come on, let's go, Ramone!
- Water.
- L.C.?
Mrs. Brewer, can you give me a glass of water, please?
- Sure. - Thank you.
Alright, baby, I know, baby.
[L.C. groaning]
- [Chippy] Just a couple of sips.
Easy, there you go.
[coughing]
I know, I know it hurts.
- Now that's what I'm talking about.
- [Chippy] Thank God.
Thank God!
- Let me check your vitals.
I'll give you some morphine for the pain.
It's probably best if he goes home in the morning.
- Yeah?
- I'm not sure it's safe here.
There've been inquiries.
- Okay.
Alright, one second, babe.
Mrs. Brewer.
Thank you.
- No, thank you!
[crying]
- [Chippy] I'm back, honey, I'm back.
I know.
Honey, take some more water.
Take a couple more sips.
[lively dance music]
- I'm coming for you, bro.
[lively dance music] [crowd chattering]
- Bathroom.
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[tires screeching]
- [Rio] Looks like we got company.
- Don't worry, I got this.
[gun firing]
Let's go!
Come on, Rio, let's go!
[gun firing]
Got 'em!
Rio, stay down.
- Everybody's gotta stay calm and focused.
- Brother, I'm always focused.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Do you know who you're playing with, little boy?
- I'm not quite sure I know what you're talking about.
- That bitch you sent to save your brother.
She killed my men and I can assure you
we have them both trapped.
And when it's all said and done I'm gonna cut off
her tits and I'm gonna wear them as jewels.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's show some respect.
That happens to be my sister.
[gun firing]
- You're just like your father, a man with no honor.
It's gonna give me great pleasure to rip
your heart out of your chest next time we meet.
- Did you think I was gonna let my little brother
sit there while your men ambushed
my father, my uncle and half a dozen of my men?
- What are you talking about, an ambush?
I had nothing to do with that.
- Sure.
And my father laying on his death bed
is a figment of my imagination!
[gun firing]
Shit, shit, shit!
[screaming]
- Looks like somebody ran out of ammo!
[gun firing] [thudding]
- Shit, you saved my ass.
- Don't thank me just yet.
Four cars just pulled up and I'm outta bullets.
- I bet you also don't know anything
about the men who ambushed my father
having a business card with your number
handwritten on the back of it, huh?
- That's impossible.
The only person I gave that card to was Sal Dash
when I went to him as a friend
to help them find your missing merchandise.
- If you gave Sal Dash the business card,
how did it get into one of the hands
of the men who ambushed my father?
- I don't know, but I swear on my children,
I had nothing to do with the attack
on your father or your family.
My motives were to have my son returned
and go back to business.
- We may have just gotten played.
- Yeah, I think so, too.
- I'm asking you to please call your men off
from killing my brother and my sister
until I can figure out what's going on.
- It's done.
Now I want my son back and the head
of that son of a bitch, Sal Dash.
- That'll be my pleasure.
Shit.
[speaking foreign language]
- [Rio] Oh, my God, I think they're gone.
- Oh, they are.
[men laughing]
If stupid could fly, we'd be a [blank] jet, right?
[men laughing]
- Alright, alright, what do you got?
- Deal, deal! - Come on, I've dealt it.
Here, this is your cards, come on.
- Holy, hey, my man!
What a relief.
You good?
You know everybody here, right?
Except for maybe, Randy.
You good?
We're just having a little celebratory game, huh?
- Yeah.
- In honor of our new venture.
- So you like to play games, huh, Sal?
- Yeah, poker games are fun.
What's life without fun?
[men laughing]
You gotta load up on fun when you can.
Right, little man? - Oh, my God!
[smooching]
- Yeah, well the fun got knocked out of my day
when I found out my father-in-law was shot.
- Yeah, that was unfortunate.
L.C. was the real deal, real pal.
To L.C.
- [Men] To L.C.
- May he rest in peace.
God rest his soul.
[glasses clinking]
- I hate to break up your little party, but he ain't dead.
- Come here.
What the [blank] you mean he's not dead?
- They didn't kill him.
- I sent four of the best Mexican hitters
money can [blank] buy after him.
How the [blank] is he not dead?
- I don't know, maybe you should get your money back.
I told you, Orlando's the key!
You have to eliminate Orlando!
- I know.
[glass cracking and shattering]
- [Harris] What the [blank]!
- I don't settle for the tail when I got
the head of the snake and for the last time,
L.C. is the king of this, not Orlando.
Orlando's a [blank] punk.
You know, you--
You're gonna finish this.
Yeah, you, you're gonna do it tonight.
You're gonna finish this job, you.
- Are you [blank] kidding me?
I can't kill L.C.!
He's been like a father to me!
- You see who I'm sitting with here?
That's the next mayor of New York.
That's the heir to the largest
heroin supplier in all of Asia.
You think I'm gonna risk this?
You got [blank] daddy issues?
What are you [blank], stupid?
You're gonna do this, you [blank],
and you're gonna do it sooner than later.
- And what if I don't?
- I'll tell you what.
If you don't, we can do it the easy way,
or we can do this the hard way.
Shit!
Did you see that?
- I saw it.
- I may need to take a raincheck.
You got a trip to Europe coming up, right?
- My services aren't cheap, Sal.
- No, I know that.
You know what?
Here's $20,000 good reasons for you to stay.
And if he fails, I'll wire the rest, okay?
[smooching]
I love you.
You happy?
- Paris can wait.
[somber music]
[door opening]
- You really love him, don't you?
- Yeah, I do.
Marrying you was the best thing I've ever done.
It gave me a family I never had.
- We love you, too, babe.
I'm gonna go pick up Mariah from school.
- Alright.
- This is the 10th message I've left you.
Thanks for nothing.
[tires screeching]
- James, watch out!
Please give this man something
so he can get away from this car.
- [James] Get out of here!
Okay, I got this, no, I got this.
- [Beggar] You know what I'm saying?
Come on, man, please!
- Isn't that the bad man from the cleaners?
- Oh, that is him.
[men yelling]
James, just let it go!
- Oh, what you gonna do?
[gun firing]
- What?
Oh, my God!
- Don't make me shoot her!
Get back!
Get the [blank]!
Get back!
[London screaming]
- Mommy! [London crying]
- No, please, no, not my baby!
- That's it, Pop, that's the story.
All of this has been orchestrated by Sal Dash.
He's been playing all of us!
- Yeah, that's right.
- Lou? - Yeah?
- What's your take on this?
He's supposed to be your friend.
- My take?
My take is I'd put two bullets in the back of his [blank] head.
That's my take.
- That's if you can find him.
- [Lou] I'll find him.
- Sal and Vinny have gone underground.
- Okay, now what are we gonna do
about the crime boss should has it in for us?
You know, if we kill Sal every goombah
on the east coast is gonna come gunning for us.
- What are you doing with this piece of [blank]?
- We're at war, right?
I need to protect myself.
- Not with this, you ain't.
Come see me later and I'll fix you up with a Glock.
- To answer your question, Harris,
I'm not that worried about Sal Dash.
Without the political and distribution contacts,
he can only go so far.
I'm more concerned with Alejandro's reaction
when he realizes Miguel is not coming home.
- I understand, but what if he's
already developed those contacts?
I mean, no offense, but he's fooled us once, right?
- Then I say we [blank] him.
- Mama, Harris!
Where's Harris?
- [Harris] What is it, baby?
- Daddy! - What's going on?
- Oh Daddy, they took Mariah, Daddy!
- What, who took Mariah, who? [London yelling]
- I don't know, there was some people in a van.
They were white, Daddy. - Damn!
- Please make sure we get her back!
- Chippy, get me my pajamas.
Junior, help me out of this bed.
- This is what I'm talking about!
- Orlando, I wanna see everything
we got on Sal Dash and Alejandro.
Go to crew.
Vinny Dash, Sal's oldest, expected to be the next in line.
Michael 'Pickles' Moretti, capo.
Joey 'Happy' Drago, capo.
Ah, Sal's favorite son, Antonio.
They call him Tony.
Oversees the prostitution and pornography
end of the business.
- Sounds like he's just a big ole pimp to me.
- Oh, my God, Tony!
What are you guys--
- What, sis, you know this guy?
- Yeah, but his last name's Anderson, it's not Dash.
- No, that's Tony Dash right there.
I've met him and seen him a couple times.
How do you know him?
- Yeah.
Yeah, London, why don't you tell us, how do you know him?
Damn it, woman, I'm talking to you!
How do you know him?
- Calm down, Harris.
London?
- Well, I've been spending time with him.
- What the hell do you mean,
you've been spending time with him?
Have you done lost your damn mind?
You stupid whore!
Don't you realize he's the reason my baby's missing?
- Please don't kill me, man, please!
- Let's go, come on!
- You've jeopardized the whole family!
You know this ain't right, Junior!
- Don't let him back inside until me or Orlando say so.
- How are they gonna stop me?
Come on, man, you know this ain't right!
- What do you want me to say, Harris?
She's my sister!
And the most important thing
is getting Mariah back, isn't it?
Think about it!
Get the hell outta here!
- I'm gonna go to a hotel.
- Get the hell outta here! - I'm going to a hotel!
I'm gonna text you and I want you to get me some clothes.
- Get the hell outta here. - Get me some clothes.
- Make sure he does not come back here.
You got it?
- Got it, I didn't like him anyway.
[cameras clicking]
- Well, I um,
I'll admit I was more than
a little surprised to get your call.
However, I am grateful that you did.
- [Lois] I've always considered myself a loyal person,
Mr. Duncan, but loyalty is a two-way street.
And you have just given me
a million reasons to shift my loyalties.
- Well, if this is any indication as to
your capabilities,
we gonna be in business for a very long time.
- I look forward to a mutually beneficial partnership.
- Harris, Mr. Duncan would like to see you.
- Get in.
We're gonna talk to a man about your daughter.
[audience clapping]
- Thank you.
I'm very humbled.
- [Chippy] Morning.
- Charlotte, good morning, I didn't think
that you would be attending today.
- I wasn't, but I had to be the one to give you this.
With all that makeup you wouldn't think
that she was only 15 years old.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Alright.
[women gasping]
What's this?
- [Woman] Oh, my God!
[cell phone ringing]
- Hey, hon.
Great.
I'll call you when I know something.
[speaking foreign language]
- My grandfather thought you might find this interesting.
[speaking foreign language]
- Ten million dollars.
[cell phone ringing]
- What the hell is going on in that head of yours?
You have been stealing from the family!
Ten million dollars?
You have dishonored the name of your father!
You have brought great shame to this family.
[speaking foreign language]
No.
[tense music]
Please tell your grandfather we sincerely apologize.
- [Nevada] Thank you for your time.
[screaming]
- [Guard] The don is waiting to see you.
- Don Frederico, my father's told me a lot about you.
It is truly my pleasure to finally meet you.
There are a lot of things going on you need to know about.
With all due respect, for your family's business
and my family's business, we believe this needs to be done.
- Salud. [glasses clinking]
- You alright over there, son?
Let me see that gun you've been carrying around.
[L.C. sighs]
Junior was right, this is a piece of shit.
Unless, you're planning on getting up
real close and personal so you can see
a man's brains being blown out of his head.
You planning on getting up real close and personal, Harris?
So, what was the plan?
- I was supposed to kill you.
[suspenseful music]
- Fellas, stay here!
Spread out and cover my ass.
- What the [blank] is going on here?
- Mommy's here!
- Back the [blank] up, London!
- Put your guns down.
- Or I will kill her.
- Put your [blank] guns down!
- [Gunman] Hell, no!
- Put your [blank] gun down!
Tony, I don't wanna do this with you.
That's my daughter.
- I'm not letting her go.
It's not gonna happen.
She's my ticket out of here.
Always has been.
- If you don't let my daughter go I'm gonna have
to kill you, Tony, and I really don't wanna do that.
Mariah, remember what mommy taught you
when we go to the range?
[gun firing] [grunting]
Take this shit .
- [Mariah] Mommy!
- Junior, when your dad told me
to bring London with us, I thought he was crazy.
I knew Paris was nice with a gun, but London?
- Before there was Paris, there was London.
Let's go.
[cell phone ringing]
- Yeah.
That's great news.
And the shipment?
Mariah's safe and sound.
- Oh, thank God!
- Don't go celebrating just yet.
Me and you still got unfinished business.
I guess you could call it our moment of truth.
We
are at a crossroads.
Most people don't get to choose their family.
Well, here's your chance.
- I don't understand.
- You will.
- Lou, what the [blank] is going on?
What are you doing here?
- I'm here to make sure you do
what the [blank] you're supposed to do.
- Who else is here?
- Just me and you, baby.
Go upstairs and handle your business.
- Hello?
[man grunting]
[somber music]
[gasping]
- What are you doing with that gun?
You gonna shoot your own father now?
- You're not my father.
- In cold blood, huh?
- You're just a sperm donor that likes black [blank].
- This is my mistake.
- Mistake?
You talking about a mistake?
You had my half-brother bang my wife?
Kidnap my daughter, your granddaughter?
Oh no, that's not a mistake.
That's a wake up call.
- You honestly believe that I would
allow a finger to touch that kid?
Your mother was a whore.
And you married a whore.
And they turned you into a whore.
All of them!
Can you not see that?
- When I came in here they told me I had to make a choice.
You know what the funny thing is?
You made that for me a long time ago.
- You're better off!
You're better off without them!
[gun firing]
- You did it.
When Chippy, Lou and I got into
this business we made a pact;
to keep our family safe.
That meant keeping us solid.
That's the reason we all work together
and we all live together.
Keeping this family together,
looking out for each other,
that's the only way we can survive.
Even if it kills us.
- Last week I told you the only
thing I wanted was to be your son.
Then I watched Rio walk onto that plane
and I think, not so much.
I couldn't understand why he would do that.
- Do you understand now?
- Actually, L.C.,
I think I do.
- Harris, you have always been a great son-in-law.
But today, you have become as much
my child as any of the others.
From now on, I want you to do me a favor.
- What's that?
- Call me Pop.
[dramatic music]
[triumphant music]
- Look who it is!
There he is!
Come on in.
[family chattering]
- You okay?
- [L.C.] Son.
- Ruby, I'm back!
You're right, your life is too complicated.
[sighing]
So, do you want me to make the call?
- No.
I'll do it.
[cell phone ringing]
- [Guard] L.C.
- [Alejandro] Lavernius.
- [L.C.] Alejandro.
- You made it out of the brink, huh?
- You could say that.
I have news.
Sal Dash and the men responsible
for all our troubles are dead.
The shipment has been recovered.
- So Miguel is on his way home?
- Yes, but, not the way I would like.
Miguel is dead.
I am so sorry for your loss.
- How did my son die?
- When my son released him he told him
they were going after the men responsible
and Miguel insisted he go along and exact his revenge.
- That sounds like my son.
- He fought bravely.
But he was gunned down saving my daughter's life.
I can't pretend that I understand what you're feeling.
I lost my nephew, but you lost your son.
The men responsible, they're all dead.
This war, it has to end, Alejandro.
You and me, we're bad men.
We know the consequences of our lifestyle.
It pains my heart to have to deliver your son's remains.
I truly wish he were alive.
I will pray for the soul of your son.
I'll pray for you.
I will pray for your family.
[somber music]