All language subtitles for The.Family.Business.S02E04_English

- Previously
on "The Family Business"...

- This ain't personal.
This business.

See, I'm getting paid
to kill you.

- [grunts]

- Her husband says for me
to stay away from his wife,

but that shit
ain't gonna happen.

- I will kill this man

and anybody that stands
in between us.

- She's everything you're not.

- You'll regret this, Niles,
and so will she.

- So that means you gonna
leave my son alone?

Get the fuck out of my house!

- [crying]

- I need a favor, Rio,
a big one.

I need you to ask your daddy

to get me more access to HEAT.

- We received word from our prison grapevine

that Xavier...

Has escaped from prison.

[DeCarlos Waller's
"The Family Business"]

- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Y'all ready? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Let's get
this money, money ♪

♪ We got a mansion in Dubai ♪

♪ And our wardrobe
keep us fly ♪

♪ We know you like it,
oh, yeah ♪

♪ We know you like it, yeah ♪

♪ We always winning,
and that's no lie ♪

♪ You really wish
you had our life ♪

♪ We know you like it,
oh, yeah ♪

♪ We know you like it ♪

♪ It's the family business ♪

♪ Ah, na, na, na ♪

♪ Family business ♪

♪ If one win, we all win ♪

♪ Oh, no, ah ♪

♪ Family business ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- So I hear you're gonna be
the new queen of weed.

- Who the hell told you that?

- I may have heard Uncle L.C.
and Orlando talking about it.

- Oh.

- [chuckles]
I'm proud of you, girl.

You making moves.
- [chuckles]

Yeah, well, I thought
I was making moves

until a developer scooped in
and purchased the property.

They putting up condos.

- Damn.

I know Uncle L.C. and Orlando
were excited about it.

- Yeah, I wish I could get
my husband on board.

It's like,
with his legal expertise,

he could help me
stop the developers

from purchasing the property.
- Mm.

- I don't understand him, cuz.

I mean, it's like
I'm doing this for us,

for our kids.

- Well, maybe he needs
more counseling.

I mean, maybe he's still mad
at you for wanting a divorce.

♪ ♪

What?

- Did my mama run her trap?

Where did you hear that from?

- You know, maybe when you
and your girl Consuela

want to sneak gummies
in the house,

you make sure no one's
listening in the next room.

Maybe?

- Uncle Lou always said
you was nosy as hell.

- Oh, oh, no.

I am curious.
- Mm.

- Not nosy.

I did graduate top of my class
in listening intelligence,

and, um, listening
and deciphering information

is my specialty,

but that's neither here
nor there.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, keep this
under wraps, okay?

It was hard enough
getting Harris

to even go to counseling.

I'll never get him to go back

if he thought the rest
of the family knew.

Okay?
- Yeah.

- London, your secret's safe
with me.

- Okay, Sasha.

Thanks, cuz.
- [chuckles]

- You ready to handle this?

- Yeah, it'll be fun.

- Got that shit right there.
- That's that HEAT.

- That's that shit.
That's that HEAT.

- It's the shit that got
the streets in a frenzy.

- Whoo.
- Yo, yo, check this shit out.

That's one sweet-ass truck.

- Man, fuck the truck.

You see shorty
getting out that shit?

- Is this where it was?
- Damn.

- Friend be looking good, too.

- I think he should
still be here.

I mean, it's where he last was.
- Mm.

- Yo, what up, ma?
How can I help you?

- We're looking for Low Jack.
[laughter]

- Low Jack?
Low Jack.

What you need with Low Jack,

a clown like him, huh,

when you can have me?

I can get you anything
you need.

- Okay, then I'm gonna need you
to get me Low Jack.

Look, little-ass boy,

I ain't got time
for your silly-ass games.

So you either show me where
the fuck Low Jack is,

or get the hell out of my face,

and don't you ever
fucking touch my hair again.

- Damn, Shawn.

She called you a little boy.
You gonna take that shit?

- Come on, now.

'Cause there ain't shit little
about me.

[laughter]
- That's right.

- Okay, then let's see.

- [gasps]
What the--

- Oh, shit.

- What the fuck?

- That's what I thought.
- Mm-hmm.

- Little-ass boy.
- Mmm.

- I'm gonna ask your ass
some questions,

and you gonna
answer correctly,

or I'm gonna make your ass
a little girl.

You understand?

- Y-yes.
- Yes, okay, here we go.

- Yes, I understand.

- Where's Low Jack?

- He's inside.
- Mm.

Is he alone?

- Yes.

- Oh.

See that?

You did so good.
Sasha, didn't he do good?

Oh, my goodness.
Thank you.

Thank you for that.
That wasn't hard was it?

- Move, move.

- No, ma'am, not at all.
- Move.

- [grunts]
- [grunts]

[placid music]

♪ ♪

[laughter]

- So what happened to you two
last night?

One minute
we're on the dance floor,

and the next
you two are gone.

- Blame it on Niles.
He kept touching my spot.

- [clears throat]
- Look, if I were you,

I probably wouldn't use that
Jacuzzi for a few days.

- [scoffs]
- Thank God water can't talk.

- No, but you sure can.

- Ah, babe.
- Y'all are nasty.

- We're twins.
We don't keep secrets.

Look, at least I didn't say
anything about the balcony.

- What'd y'all do
on the balcony?

- Nothing that we're gonna
talk about right now.

What do you got
planned today, Rio?

- I'm supposed to go
down the coast

on my friend Sebastian's
boat again.

You guys are welcome to come.

- Hey, sounds like fun to me.

Plus, I can finally
meet this Sebastian

you've been talking about.

- I didn't like him at first,

but he does kind of
grow on you.

- Welcome.
My name is Gabriela.

What can I get for you?

- I will take a coffee
with cream, no sugar.

- Two, but I'll take sugar.

- I'll do an espresso
and an orange juice, please.

♪ ♪

- [whispering]
Can I have some of it?

[coughs]
- You okay?

- She's just a drama queen.
- [laughs]

Yes, I'm okay, and I'm not
being a drama queen, Rio.

- You two checking out that guy
standing behind me?

[sighs]

- Actually, we know him.

He is a family friend.

You know what?
Rio, why don't you go say hi?

- Yeah, I should.

- Actually, I'll go with you.

Be right back.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Sorry to mess up your siesta.

Looked like you were having
a good time,

but you two need to tell
your friend good-bye

and meet me outside--
I got a car waiting.

- What's going on?

- I'll tell you when
we get on the plane.

- Yeah, but we--

- This isn't up for debate,
Paris.

Now you got five minutes.

We'll pick up your shit
on the way, okay?

I want to be in the air
in less than 40 minutes.

Capisce?

♪ ♪

[chair clatters]
- Everything okay?

- Ugh, I hate to say this,
but we have to go.

- What's wrong?
- Family emergency.

Yeah, so we're gonna go home.

- Well, I can give you guys
a ride to the airport.

- It's okay.
It's been arranged.

[both groaning softly]

Mm.

- Okay, got to go.

[Bloggo's "Dtw"]

- ♪ Uh ♪

♪ Shit ♪

♪ Bitch, I walk with a limp
'cause my bankroll is heavy ♪

♪ Whenever in trouble,
you know I stay ready ♪

♪ My bitch is Chanel... ♪

- [clears throat]

- ♪ I hear from the back,
"I'ma pop her a daddy" ♪

♪ Lead to the back,
catching head in the Caddie ♪

♪ I feel like... ♪

- Oh, shit.

London, you scared the crap
out of me.

- You miss me?

- Uh, yeah,
like I miss a damn toothache.

Look, whatever y'all missing,
it wasn't me.

- Oh, calm down, Low.

I'm not here to harass you.

I'm here more like, um,
an old friend.

- Old friend, my ass.

Last time you and Junior
showed up here,

I ended up with two broke ribs,

and y'all knocked half
my damn teeth out.

- You're right.

Junior can be
a little physical at times,

but don't hold it against him--
he don't know his own strength.

- Uh, it wasn't Junior
who broke my shit.

It was you.
- [laughs]

- Oh.
Oh, damn.

[laughing]
It was me, wasn't it?

Well, you know what?

If I remember correctly,

you were very
uncooperative that day.

But I'm gonna make it up
to you.

I'm gonna give you five grand
for your trouble.

- Wow.
[chuckles]

Uh, why are you being
so generous?

Why am I so special?

[chuckles]
- We need to find Brother X.

- Oh, shit.

Y'all might as well take--
take your--

I'm gonna leave it right here--
take your shit back now

'cause I don't know nothing
about Brother X

or none of his people.
- Oh, please, Low.

We already know that you supply
his people with cars,

fake registrations,
and inspection stickers.

So stop playing games
and let me know where he's at.

- Look, I don't know anything
about Brother X

or any of his people.
- I think you do.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Up, up, up.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- You know something now?

Aha, see I told you
this was a waste of time.

Now it's time to kill him...
- No, no.

- 'Cause we need
to talk to somebody.

- I don't know
what I can do for you,

because, see, you done pissed
off my cousin,

and this the crazy one.
- Tell him.

- She cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.
- Tell him.

- And I feel like she might
pull that trigger.

- Yeah.
- No, no, no, listen, listen.

- She usually pulls it by now.
- I can't tell y'all.

All right?
Look, they'll kill me.

Okay?

- Mm-mm, no, because
you're gonna already be dead.

- No, no, okay, listen.
Listen, okay, look.

Can you please--London?

Can you please tell her
to just put down, all right?

We don't want
no mistakes happening.

Just put the gun down, please.
- Little lower.

- All right, look.

Okay, look, listen.

See, X's people, right?

Uh, they find you
when they want something.

Right? You don't call them.
They call you.

And this cat that's with him--
Brother Adam--

this X's right-hand man,
and I can help you find him.

[gun cocks]
- Where?

- Okay, look, listen, I got
you--just please relax.

See, publicly,

Brother Adam, he's upstanding,

you know, uh, good,

like most of them,
but no so publicly,

he's into some freak shit.

- Freaky.
Now we talking.

Ha, I'm interested.

- Yeah, it's bondage.

You know, that dominatrix sex
type shit,

and he's even got
an Asian mistress

that beats him down
on the regular.

- Now, that sounds interesting.

So where they doing
these little sex games?

- Ah, shit, um, it's a--

it's a high-end sex club, yeah,
out in Far Rock.

Every Thursday night they have
masters and slaves night,

and, ah,
he never misses that night.

- You do know that Far Rockaway
is a big place.

Come on, give me
the address, man!

- London, uh, London, uh,
I know exactly where that is,

so I got your back,
'cause I been there.

I went last weekend.
It was pretty good.

- You just gonna tell the man
that you was at the sex club?

- Let's go.

- Okay, so you gonna tell us
what the hell's going on?

- And it better be good.

- Yeah, well, we got a problem
back home.

We might be setting up
to go to war again.

- With who?

Wait, is this about
that damn Consuela?

I told Daddy those Mexicans

weren't gonna let her just
get away with what she's done.

- Paris, stop.
Stop acting so self-righteous.

Some of us remember it
was you who killed Miguel.

[sighs]

Besides...

with all this shit going on,

we're probably
gonna need Consuela

and her people to help.

- What happened?

- Junior and his girlfriend
is what happened.

- Sonya?
I like Sonya.

- Yeah, so do I.
- Oh, you do?

Well, her husband's
a Muslim hit man

who's planning on killing
our brother.

How you like her now?

- Okay, this is serious.

- Listen,

this shit with Junior
is priority number one.

You hear me?

Because Pop and I are sick
and fucking tired

of people hunting us down
like we ain't shit.

We ain't sitting around

waiting for them to come
looking for us no more.

Now we go hunting.

[engine roaring]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Brother Elijah,

I want to know every move
Junior Duncan makes,

and I don't believe
for one minute

he's gonna give her up.

I know the power of seduction
my wife possesses.

Please, brother, trust me.

- You may be right,

but from what we can tell,

he hasn't left
the house in days.

- Well, keep an eye on him.

- Actually, I had to pull our
people off of surveillance

of the Duncan Compound
last night.

- What?
No, no.

Why?

- They hired a private
security force.

They have armed men

patrolling the interior
and exterior of the property,

and Muhammad reports,

they're installing infrared
and heat-monitoring cameras.

These people are
more sophisticated

than anyone
we've ever dealt with.

- Stop making excuses, Elijah,
and just get the job done.

- I'm not making excuses.

This isn't some prison hit

or a random guy
on the street, Xavier.

These people are millionaires
with endless resources,

and we've lost
the element of surprise.

- Do I look like I care?

I want Junior Duncan dead
by the end of the week!

That's the only way
she's coming back to me!

My brother.

- Rob.

I need my keys, man.

- Sorry, Junior,
but you're gonna have to talk

to your old man or your mother
about that.

I don't have the keys.

[tense music]

- This is not some game.

I want my keys.
I'm not some little kid.

Give me my keys.

- I can't do that because
I don't have your keys.

Please talk to your mother
or your father.

- I want my keys now!
- Let me go.

- Hey, hey, hey.
What the hell's going on?

Hey, let him go.
Let him go.

- Junior, stop it.
Rob, are you okay?

- I'm okay.

- Junior, what the hell
is wrong with you?

- Rob has my keys.

He doesn't want to give them
to me.

I want my keys now!

- Wait, wait, wait.
Wait a minute.

Junior, stop it now.
- Stop it.

- First of all,
he doesn't have your keys.

I have your keys.

Yes,

and you're not leaving
this house until I say so.

This is the safest place
for you right now,

and that's the way
it's going to be.

We told you that.
- Listen, son, this is serious.

This man wants
to kill you, okay?

You're a big target.
Listen, you've got to be smart.

- I don't give a damn
about being smart right now.

All I care about
is Sonya's safety.

What about her safety, Pop?

- [sighs]

- [scoffs]
This is all your fault.

You scared her away
with your threats.

- Yes, I threatened her,

and I'll threaten anyone
who puts my family in jeopardy.

Now, honey, you may
not like this right now,

but I don't give a damn about
what you like right now.

You are not leaving this house
until I say so.

Look at me, boy,
when I'm talking to you!

End of discussion!

- Pop, can you...

- I'm sorry, son,
but your mother's right, okay?

I need you to be patient.
I'm working on something.

With any luck, we'll end this
in the next day or two.

- [sighs]

In a day or two,
Sonya could be dead.

If this was Ma,
would you be patient?

[sighs]
I didn't think so.

- Just keep an eye
on him, okay?

- Yes, sir.
- All right, thanks.

[saxophone playing]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- It's hot over here.
Está caliente aquí.

Hey.

♪ ♪

Hola,Marco!
[laughs]

Oh, I hope you didn't finish
the tequila.

Oh, well, you didn't finish
the tequila.

Yeah, all right.

♪ ♪

Look who I have here,
hermano.

- Shh.

My uncle, rest his soul,

he taught my son
how to play as a child,

and now he sounds
just like him...

like an angel.

Gracis, tío.

♪ ♪

Hermano,

Armin and Nadja,

what brings the new leaders
of Assassin Guild

to mi casa?

I hope it's to taste
my delicious '77 tequila

and not the dangerous business
you are known for.

Bang, bang.

- If it was our intention
to kill you,

you'd already be dead.

- [laughs]
Okay.

I was kidding.
Please.

Siéntate, por favor.

- [sighs]

- How's your papá?
- He's great.

He's enjoy his retirement
back in Dubai.

- Dubai?
Good for him.

Tell him Señor Cruz
sends his best.

- But they're here on some
serious business, carnal--

something that you're going
to have to handle...

personally.

- Okay.

Let's talk about
this serious business, huh?

I'd offer you a drink,

but I know that's not your,
uh--your style.

- We're not in Iran.

That is my father's way,
not ours.

The Guild...

has changed.

- And salud.

Bonita.

So what's this problem
I must handle swiftly?

- We were under the impression
that Juan was our only contact

if you still want to use
our services.

- That is correct.
Juanito...

[sniffs]
Is your only contact, yes.

- And why would you go
behind the Duncans' back

and order a hit on Consuela?

Dímelo.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I did not.

- Then why were sent payment
to complete the job?

♪ ♪

- You gave your word
that you would not pursue this.

- You should know, I will
always be a man of my word.

Maybe it was you.

Ah.

[laughs]

I know nothing about this.

♪ ♪

- One second.

♪ ♪

[whispering] If someone is
accessing your private accounts

and your emails, carnal...

- Hey, baby,
please call me back.

I don't care
what my mother said.

I want to be with you.

Come on, dude.
Can I breathe?

- Hello.
- Hey, it's Junior.

- Hey, Junior.
What's up?

- You once told me
if I ever needed anything

that I should call you.

Did you mean it?

- Of course I meant it.

- I need a huge favor.
[sighs]

- Whatever you need, Junior,
I'm there for you.

- Good.

♪ ♪

- You wanted
to see me, papi?

- Sí, mi'jo.

You see those people?

- Juan?
- No.

The ones getting into
the black car.

- Yes, I see them.
What about them?

- Do you know them?

- I've never seen them before.

- Then why'd you call them
on my behalf?

- Papá,I don't know
what you're talking about.

- There names
are Armin...

and Nadja Shah.

They represent
the European Assassins Guild.

You know who they are now?

- Papá,I only did
what you couldn't.

- And who are you to determine
what I can and cannot do.

You're a perrito.

A puppy in this game.

Sit down.

Do you have any idea
the ramifications

calling those assassins
behind my back could've been?

- That putaConsuela
would've been dead.

- Perhaps, but in the process,

everything that we have built

would've come crashing down.

I thought I raised you better.

I thought you respected me.
- I do respect you, papá.

But that is why
I did what I did.

- And where?
Where is the respect?

I gave those people my word

that me and mine
would not touch Consuela!

- You gave them your word,
not me.

- Who do you represent but me?

You are my son!

We are as one!

I can't even look at you, man.

You shame me.

- I'm sorry, papá,

but I hate her more
than anything in this world.

- Look at me.

[somber music]

- [sniffles]
Goddamn wheelchair.

I hate her as much as you!

- Then why did you agree
with the Duncans' terms?

Why not just kill them all?

- You don't get it, do you?

Siéntate.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

I don't make
emotional decisions

for myself.

I do it for our family,

for the cartels
that our families represent.

Those assassins
who came here today--

they came as courtesy
to your father...

because they know I am a man
of my word.

They could've came here
and murdered you

and murdered me

and murdered everybody
on this premise

because of your foolishness.

On top of that, mi'jo,

I like L.C. Duncan.

He is a man of his word,

and he loves his family
just like I love mine.

My issue...

is with that bitch Consuela,

not Mr. Duncan.

Do you understand?

- Sí, papá.

- Now give me that bag.

♪ ♪

- What's in the bag?

♪ ♪

- A lesson.

- Excuse me, Mr. Duncan.

Would you like me to bring
the car around?

- Yeah, that'd be great,
Kennedy.

Um, we're gonna finish these
drinks, and I'll be right out.

- What's he doing here?

- I don't know,
but he's headed our way.

I can assure you
it's no accident.

Bernie!

What an unexpected pleasure.

What brings you
to this side of town?

I was under the impression
you only ate kosher foods.

- This is true.
I do only eat kosher.

But our good friends the Lees
had mentioned in passing

that they were meeting you
here today,

so I dropped by to see you

and address personally

some of these rumors
that I have been hearing.

- Ah.

What kind of rumors?

- Rumors of a war brewing
between you...

[dramatic music]

And this man.

♪ ♪

Now, I, uh,

of course, haven't mentioned
this to any of our colleagues,

but, uh...

rumor has it that this man
escaped from prison

just to deal
with your son, Junior,

which I assume means...

he has to deal
with you as well.

- You assume right,

but what does this
have to do with you, Bernie?

- I have a big investment
with the Duncans,

as do my colleagues.

I would like to help facilitate
this matter

without any interruption
in the distribution of HEAT.

[laughs]

I don't have to tell you, L.C.,
that, uh,

a war is not good for business.

- I know that, Bernie,
and I appreciate the offer,

but I can assure you we have
the situation under control

and your investment is safe.

- Well, uh...

I'm sure you believe that,
but, uh...

do you know what this man

and his followers

are capable of?

- I've been told.

- We have used their assistance
in the past,

which puts us
in a unique position

to apprehend him and put him
back where he belongs--

in prison.

- Yeah, well, he's broken
out of prison before

so who's gonna say
he won't do it again?

- [sighs]

- Then maybe he won't
make it back to prison,

if you know what I mean.

- We've known one another
a long time, Bernie,

long enough for me to know
you do nothing for free.

So what is it you want

in return for your help?

- I mean, of course,
I am a businessman.

- Ah.
- That goes without saying.

But in the spirit
of friendship,

all I would ask for in return

would be for a small cut

in the manufacturing of HEAT.

If you can do that,

I can make this Brother X
situation go away

in 24 hours.
- Hold on, wait a minute.

24 hours?
24 hours?

That's pretty quick.

- I don't care how quick it is.
It's not gonna happen, Bernie.

I've told you more than once,

HEAT belongs to the Duncans

and only the Duncans.

- L.C....

aren't you being a little
shortsighted about this?

What about
this Brother X fella?

- We have it under control.

I've got my best people on it.

I should know his whereabouts

sometimes this evening,

so I'm not worried
about Brother X.

- Well, with that being said,

it would appear that
my assistance is not needed.

- Ah.

- But if there's anything me
and my people can do for you,

please...

don't hesitate to call.

- Bernie.

[mumbles, groans]

[Wolves' "Freaky"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na-na ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Na, na, na-na ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Na, na, na,
girl, I like your attitude ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You fell into my DM
like a salve ♪

- This bra hurts.
I can't breathe.

- [scoffs]
Bitch, you look good.

You see them?
- Not yet.

- ♪ I ain't like
them other dudes ♪

- Oh, I think that's him.

♪ ♪

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

He's the only black guy
with an Asian woman.

- Hmm.
Yeah, that's him.

Okay, you hold back for
a minute, then come over.

This is my world.
You do what I tell you.

- Okay, little sister.

- ♪ If you're freaky,
let it show ♪

♪ You know what you like ♪

♪ Baby, let me shoot you
to paradise ♪

♪ Finger on the trigger ♪

♪ So what you waiting for? ♪

♪ If you're freaky,
let it show ♪

♪ ♪

[mischievous music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'm afraid I'ma have to ♪

♪ Let you go ♪

- Sit.

- [chuckles]
Damn.

Obedient and twins?

Sexy fucking twins at that.
Can I touch?

- They don't bite
unless I tell them to.

Stand.

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God.

They are absolutely to die for.

- Well...

you're not doing
too bad yourself.

[chuckles]

I love the taste
of this Mandingo wool hair.

- [chuckles]

- And he looks like
he can take it.

- Oh, and, girl,

his package...

- Really?
- Yes.

- [chuckles]

- [sighs]
He's a handful, this one.

He's one
of those black Muslims.

It took me almost a year
to tame him,

but he still has
his very wild side.

[laughs]

I've never met anyone
with a threshold for pain.

- Well...

I'd never give up my twins,

but I do love what I see.

- I bet you do.

I will admit, though,

I've always fantasized
about having twins.

[both chuckle]

- Hey, sis.

Come look at this one.

♪ ♪

- Mm.

Now, this is something
we can make work.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'd love to break him down
a size.

- Well, then how about we
swap for the night?

I'll let you have Adam,

and you let me have these
fabulous twins for the night.

- What do you think?

♪ ♪

- Well, as long as
she brings them home

in time for breakfast...

'cause I do love me
some chocolate milk.

- [laughs]

Okay, let's swap.

- Mm.

Well, I'm definitely gonna
have fun with these two.

♪ ♪

- ♪ It's crazy, hey ♪

- Let's go.

♪ ♪

- Mm.

- You like that, huh?
- [slaps]

- [laughs]

Hey, sis?
- Hmm?

- We got some time.

Let's have some fun.

- I'm ready for that.
- Mm.

- Ain't been getting none
from Harris, so...

yeah, I heard you like
ass whippings.

Mm.
- Mm.

Yes, I love that.

We can start now if you want.

- You ready?
You sure?

[energetic music]

♪ Theo!
Ooh, what the fuck? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Listen, hella, hella,
go, shorty, go ♪

♪ Go, shorty, go ♪

♪ Go, shorty, go, shorty,
go, shorty, go, whoa! ♪

♪ I got D.B. bankroll,
I'ma spend it on you ♪

♪ I got D.B. bankroll... ♪

- Sit.

- ♪ Money, blue flame... ♪

- I said sit!

- ♪ Ooh,
I'ma watch you do it ♪

[both scoff]

- [sighs]

Maybe you should be
the one who sits.

- ♪ Go, shorty, go ♪

- Oh, shit.

Help!
Somebody help me!

- Hey, shut your ass up.
Ain't nobody gonna hear you.

It's a damn sex club.

- And even if they could,
do you think they will care?

Now, calm your ass down,

'cause ain't nobody
gonna do shit to you.

- ♪ I got D.B. bankroll,
I'ma spend it on you ♪

- Okay, so this is how
this is gonna go.

We're gonna ask the questions,

and you're gonna give us
the answers.

- So that's what we're doing?
Interrogation?

And if I refuse, then what?

- Well, then
we gonna kick your ass.

- Well, then you better
start kicking,

because you're not gonna get
anything out of me

unless you beat it out of me.

- Are you sure
that's what your ass want?

- Very sure.

So you might as well
start kicking.

- Okay.
This would've went smoother

if you'd have just told us
what we wanted to know.

- Well, let's just give him
what he wants.

- Where you going?
- Hmm.

- Oh, we'll be back.

- I thought you were
gonna kick it out of me.

[tense music]

- Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Heard your bitch ass looking
for an ass whupping.

- That's good, 'cause we like
giving them out.

- Where the girls?
- What?

- And where the hell
is my mistress?

- Shut up!
- [laughs]

- Man, she tied up
at the moment,

but from now on,
we ask the questions!

- Yeah.
Where the fuck is Brother X?

- Hey, fellas.
Come on in.

- [sighs]

- How'd it go?
- Oh, not good.

- It wasn't easy.

The guy was tough,
but you know how we do.

We got what we needed.

Brother X is holed up

at some beat-up motel
in Suffolk County.

- Okay, okay, okay, wait, wait.

Before we make any moves,
are you sure?

- As sure as we can be.

We drove by there
on the way in.

Place was swarming with
black men in old-man suits.

- Yeah, that sounds like them.

- The problem is, not only
do they have a small army,

but they also have
the high ground.

The place is on a hill.

- So it doesn't sound like we
can just walk in and take 'em

without a fight.

- Not unless you want half
of us going home in body bags,

Mr. Duncan.
- No, that is not an option.

[sighs] So what
are we gonna do, L.C.?

- When was the last time
you talked to Stan Wright?

[laughter]

- So what's so funny?
And who exactly is Stan Wright?

- Stan Wright

is Brother X's worst nightmare.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- What is this place?

♪ ♪

- You'll see.

You see, mi'jo,
in this world that we live in,

disputes end in bloodshed.

Lies lead to death,

which leads to more lies,

more bloodshed,
and more death.

You see, honoring your word

is more important to anything
in this world to men like us

and keeping it will avoid
that bloodshed

and earn you muchorespect.

Espérate.

Son, there's irony in that,

because once you have
that respect,

people will kill for you

and lay down their life
for you.

Do you understand?

- Sí, papá.

- Let's roll.

♪ ♪

- Big Tony.
AÁbreme.

- Sí, jefe.

♪ ♪

- What, you finally come here
to kill me?

- It killed me
to have to put you in here.

Look at us...

Two stomped-down OG Mexicans.

One word...

Consuela.

It became clear to me

that taking your last wind
and killing you...

would serve me no purpose
and she'd win.

- So what are you gonna do?
Leave me here to rot?

- Nah.

Rehabilitation
of your mental fortitude.

I needed to put your mind
in solitary confinement.

You're Alejandro.

Men fear you worldwide,
and I respect you.

Plus...

it beats the alternative, no?

- So what now, Marco?
Why are you here?

- The big payback.

That wicked, ruthless,

unfaithful wife of yours,

she betrayed you...

Killed my tío,

put me in
this freakin' wheelchair.

[sighs]

But I gave my word

that I, señor Cruz,
would not harm her.

- You gave your word,
but not me.

- Exactly.

Mi'jo...[sniffs]

You smell that fragrance?

That's resurrection

of a triple star bar OG.

Give him the bag, mi'jo.

♪ ♪

I got good news and bad news,
Alejandro.

The good news is

that's my parting gift.

Bad news...

Consuela took over
all your assets

Like I said, I'm bound
by my word, but you...

you're your own man,

free from ties from me
and all the cartels.

♪ ♪

- I have your word
they're will be no reprisals?

- Sí.

- She's your sister, Marco.

♪ ♪

- Not anymore.

So you do what you want to do.

I won't stop you.

Just know,

it's a long road
you're gonna have to travel

all alone.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- My lovely wife...

where can I find her?

- She's coast to coast.

Sometimes in LA...

sometimes in New York City.

Places of faces--
you'll find her.

Check with your man, Snow.

He'll definitely know
where to find her.

Do me one last favor.

When you see her,

tell her señor Cruz said
"I never did like her ceviche."

♪ ♪

Good luck, triple star bar.

Let's get out of here, mi'jo.

[sniffs]

♪ ♪