All language subtitles for The.Family.Business.S02E06_English

- Previously, on
"The Family Business"...

- Pack a bag.

I got us a place to stay
for a couple of days,

until I can figure out
and make some arrangements

to get us out of the country.

- Junior's not in the basement,
Mrs. Duncan.

- Where is he?

- He's left the property.
- Wherever he was going,

he needed a passport,
and somebody was driving him.

- Any idea who that might be?
- None.

- Go out there
and find my wife.

I want Junior Duncan dead!

Am I making myself clear?

- Mr. Zuniga,
I thought you were--

- Dead? As you can see,
I'm very much alive.

- If you're going to eliminate
the son,

we suggest you start
by eliminating the father.

Here is everything you need
to know about L.C. Duncan.

Don't fuck it up.

[triumphant music]

- ♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ We know you like it,
it's the family business ♪

♪ Oh, na, na, na, na,
family business ♪

♪ If one wins, we all win ♪

♪ Oh, na,
oh, family business ♪

[light music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- DJ, open the God damn gate.
- Open the gate.

- You all right?
- No, not at all.

Move, guys, move.
Don't even ask me a question.

[sighs]

I cannot believe this shit.

♪ ♪

- Move!

- It's Orlando.

What's up, son?

- Hey, Pop. I think I know
who's helping Junior.

And you're not gonna believe
who it is.

- Who?

♪ ♪

- Open this God damn door!

Where is she?

- Yeah.

- What in the hell are you
doing in my house?

- Where the fuck is my son,
God damn it?

- Bitch, I'll sucker your ass.

Let me tell you
a fuckin' thing.

- Oh, shit, Pop, hold on.
I gotta call you back.

- Get off of me,
you crazy bitch,

before I kill your ass.

- What are you doing?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- You stupid bitch!

- Mama!
- No, Mom, hey, no!

- I will fucking kill you,
you selfish bitch!

I know you know where he is.
Where the hell is Junior?

- How am I supposed to know?
- You do know.

- Ingrid, call the police.

- No, nobody needs to call
the police, okay?

Aunt Donna, we know
you've been helping out Junior.

Just tell us where he is,
and we will leave.

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

- Mama, why you lying?

The surveillance footage shows
that Junior and Sonya

got in your car.

- You treacherous tramp,
whose side are you on?

- I'm on Junior's side, Mama.

The people who are after him
want to kill him.

- I'm not telling you shit!
Junior's just fine.

- I swear
I will fucking kill you!

- Stop it, Mom.
It's not about you.

It's about Junior.
Don't let her win.

- All right, all right.

- Rio, take Ma outside, please.
Please!

- All right.
- Ma, I got this, okay?

- Take the wig with you.
I got edges. You don't.

[door opens]

- Brother, sit down.
I got some news for you.

- Hm?

- Brother Jones
and Brother Rashad

are in place and ready
to take out L.C. Duncan.

That motherfucker will be dead
within the hour.

- Now, that is what
I'm talking about.

We take out the old man Duncan,

then Junior Duncan
is not gonna have a choice

but to go to the funeral.

And that's when we are
going to take him

and the rest
of the Duncan clan out.

Inshallah

- Let's make sure he's dead
before we start celebrating

and planning the rest
of the family's funerals.

- Elijah! Why are you always
so negative, my brother?

- I'm not being negative
Xavier, just cautious.

I'm using the lessons
you taught me.

Have you even read
the Jews' file on L.C. Duncan?

He is not an easy man to kill.

- Do you know who trained
Rashad and Brother Jones?

You. Do you know
why I'm not worried,

and you're stressing me
the fuck out?

Because they are more
than prepared

to take the old man out
because of your training.

- Look, I know.

But I just--I got a bad
feeling about this.

- Stop worrying, my brother.
Stop worrying.

- Mr. Duncan.

- Yeah?
- We got a tail.

He's been following us
since we left the house.

- You sure?

- Yes, sir. I'm positive.

- You know what to do, Kennedy.

- Copy that.

- Code red.

Yeah, I said code red.

- Aunt Donna, listen to me.
Please, focus.

There's some bad people
looking for Junior,

and I think
they're gonna kill him.

Come on, help me out.

Please, now's not the time
to be difficult.

Don't be that person they
trying to make you out to be.

- Mm. [chuckles]
- Hm?

Come on, help me out, please.

- He's gone. They went out
of the country on Lou's boat.

- The boat? We fucking forgot
about the boat.

Where's he headed?

- Someplace warm.
The Caribbean.

They said
they were gonna stay there

for a couple of weeks
and then fly to Europe.

- The Caribbean,
at least he's thinking.

He'll be better on the sea than
he ever will be on the land.

Okay, thank you, thank you.

Again, nobody needs
to call the police, all right?

We're out. Thank you.

- Damn shame.
- Damn shame.

Fucking bitch.

[siren chirps]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

Brother Jones and Rashad
are in police custody.

- Is the OG Duncan dead?
Please, tell me.

- From what I was just told,
OG Duncan is very much alive.

That motherfucker is right now
having his morning coffee

over at Duncan Motors.

- No! How in the hell
did that happen?

- I don't know.
I'm here with you.

- Well, you need to stop
being here with me.

You should be out finding
what the hell went on.

And while you're out there,
could you fit one minute in

to go out there
and free my brothers

and bail them out
of their cage, Brother Samuel?

- Salam.

- I think you should read
that report.

- I think nobody cares
what I think.

I think, what's the use to have
thinkers when they don't think?

I think sometimes
I'm tired of thinking.

I think!

Ooh, I just think.

- Jones Medical Group.

- This is Sasha Duncan,

and I need to make
an appointment

with Dr. Jones right now.

- We can see you tomorrow
around noon, Ms. Duncan.

- No, that's not gonna work.

I need to see him today.

It's an emergency.

- I'm sorry, Ms. Duncan,
but Dr. Jones is really busy.

- Look, God damn it,
you don't understand

the severity of the situation.

I need to see him today,

because if I don't
see him today,

I'm gonna put a bullet
in my mother's head,

and it's gonna be on his hands,
and you tell him I said that!

- Okay, okay.
Just calm down.

Just hold the line
for a second, okay, Ms. Duncan?

Ms. Duncan,
if you make it over here now,

we can see you
in the next half hour.

- Thank you.
I'm on my way.

- Ms. Duncan, you can go in.

Dr. Jones will be
right with you.

- Thanks.

- [sighs]

- I can't believe I'm having
to deal with this.

There she is.

What were you thinking
going over

to Donna's house like that?
- I went to find my son.

And whoop her ass
for helping him.

You got a problem
with that, Lavernius?

- No, Charlotte, just
looking for clarity.

- Now you have it.

- What's the story with Junior?
Do we know where he is?

- Well, I just confirmed
what Aunt Donna said.

Uncle Lou's boat set sail
a couple of days ago.

But the seas are calm.

And there's no storms
in the forecast

for the next couple of days.

And Junior knows his way
around the sea.

So they should be fine
until they hit land.

- And where exactly is that?
- Well, if it's my best guess,

I would say
the Caribbean or Bermuda.

- Okay. Now that we know Junior
is relatively safe,

I think it's time
Brother X learn

who the Duncans really are.
- Mm-hmm.

- See if Brother Minister
can set up

some sort of meeting
with us and Brother X.

- Consider it done.

- That's what I was
just thinking, Pop.

- Set the meeting up.
Have the girls keep an eye

on that problem
we had this morning.

- Done.

- Now, if you don't mind,

I'd like to speak
with your mother.

- Okay. Let's go.
All right.

- [scoffs]

Oh, my God. Charlotte.
- What?

You know me.

- Hello, Dr. Jones.

I'm ready for my session.

- Well, that's great.

But don't you think
you should put some clothes on?

It's a little chilly in here.

- Who are you?
- I'm Dr. Jones.

- No, because Dr. Jones
is a man.

- Well, I've been called
a lot of things,

but a man isn't one of them.

I'm Dr. Wilma Jones.

The doctor you're referring to
is my son, Dr. Ted Jones.

- Your son--your son.

Oh, my God.
- Yes, my son.

- Look, I know this looks bad,
and I'm so sorry.

- Yes, it does. No, no.
Please, sit down. Sit.

You know, this behavior
is expected from someone

with your disorder.

I'm much more disappointed
in my son.

- Why?
Is he in some sort of trouble?

- Oh,
he is definitely in trouble.

But to what degree
depends on you.

- I don't understand.

- Okay, I've suspended him
from our practice.

But if you want to call
the police or press charges,

it's definitely
your right to do that.

And look, we will help you
in anything and anyway we can.

- What?
Press char--I forced him.

- That doesn't matter.
He was your doctor.

And when he was intimate
with you,

he violated both your trust
and his Hippocratic Oath.

[scoffs]

Now, what about you?

- What about me?

- Well, you obviously made

an emergency appointment
for a reason.

Why are you here?

- Because I obviously wanted
to get laid.

- No, you didn't.

Beautiful girl like you
can get laid anytime she wants.

You came here to get help,
didn't you?

I mean, it's obvious something
is troubling you.

What is it?

♪ ♪

- I saw my mother today,
and she stressed me out.

So I thought that Dr. Jones
could just keep me focused.

He has this way of making me
see things for what it is.

And not blaming myself,
you know?

Wow. It's about more than sex.

Which is a surprise,
because the sex is so good,

I often forget that I'm even
in a therapy session

because that thing is swinging.
[laughs]

Oh, I'm sorry. That's just TMI.
I am so sorry.

- Nothing is TMI if it helps.

But let's get back
to the point,

your mother stressing you out

and your need to have sex
with random men.

- I mean, my mom stresses
everybody out.

So I feel better
when I have a sexual release.

It's not that big of a deal.

- Why do you say that?

- Dr. Jones, my mom's a bitch.

She's made it impossible for me
to have a male relationship,

including my father.

So I just take what I can get.

- Oh, honey.

You deserve so much more.

♪ ♪

- Man, you okay?

- I don't know.

I just don't know
why he would go to Donna.

I mean, of all people?

I mean, Wendell, I understand,
but Donna, really?

Just doesn't sit well with me.

- I understand how you feel.

I think he was desperate.

- He loves her that much?

- I remember feeling
that way for someone.

I still do.
- [laughs]

- I have something I would like
to discuss

with the both of you
if you have a moment.

- Can it wait, Consuela?
It's been a long day.

- Really long day.

- No. Unfortunately,
it cannot wait.

But I'll only take a moment
of your time.

- Fine. What is it?

- As you know, I'm preparing to
leave to California tomorrow,

and I'm taking Nevada with me.

- Yeah, he's looking forward
to it.

I think it's a great
opportunity, you know,

for you two to bond.

Oh, it's a day or two
before spring break,

so just clear it
with the school.

It'll be great.

- Unfortunately,
things have changed.

It's not just
gonna be spring break.

I'm taking my son
to live with me permanently.

- The hell you are.

- Consuela, where is this
coming from?

He's lived with us
his entire life.

I mean, we're the only family
that he's known.

- Which is the reason why
I need to take him with me.

Please understand that I
am grateful for everything

that you have done
for Nevada and myself.

But considering the situation
with Brother X,

I would think you would
want Nevada to be safe.

And the safest place right now
is with me in California.

- You are not taking
my grandson any fucking place.

Now, I have let
a lot of shit slide.

But this shit stops right here,
right the fuck now.

Jesus.
- L.C., I know you're upset.

But you have no choice.
He's my son, not yours.

- Oh, you do know that we have
legal guardianship over Nevada.

- I was hoping we didn't
have to go there.

- Oh
- But I am willing to do

whatever it takes for my son.

- You want to take him?

Go ahead, petition my friends
in the court. Tell them.

And I guarantee you,
you will fucking lose.

- I was trying
to keep this pleasant,

but I can see
this is gonna turn ugly.

- Yeah, yeah, I think so too.

- You're not the only one

with money
or political connections, L.C.

I also have friends in the
court system, just like you.

And for the record,
I spoke to Vegas.

And we're both on the same page
when it comes to this.

So do what you want.

♪ ♪

- Nevada.
- No.

- So you're still not
talking to me?

Don't be disrespectful.

I will not have
a disrespectful son, Nevada.

- After you blindsided me,
I have nothing to say to you.

Just take me to school.

- Look at me
when I'm talking to you.

Now, I don't know where
this attitude is coming from,

but it needs to stop.

- How can you say that
when you tried

to take me from my family?

- I am your family.

- You're my mother.

They are my family.
And this is my home.

- I know you love them.

And they've been there for you.

But I'm your mother,

and it's my job
to keep you safe.

Now this situation with
Brother X, it's very serious.

It's just too dangerous
for you to be here right now.

- I've been training
my entire life

so that I can help my family
when they need me.

I am a Duncan,
and what you need to understand

is that when one of us
has a problem,

all of us have one.

- No, Nevada.
You're just a child.

This is too dangerous.

I love you too much to let
anything bad happen to you.

I won't lose another son
because of the Duncans.

Now, I'm leaving
to California tonight.

- I'm not going with you.

- Not today, but when I'm back
in two days,

I need you packed
and ready to go.

- No. I'm not leaving my home.
- Yes, you are.

- No! Why do you think
you can control me?

- Now, I don't know where
this attitude is coming from,

but I don't like
your tone of voice.

And it's unacceptable
the way you're behaving.

Your brother would never--

- Well, maybe if he
was still alive,

you wouldn't be here

trying to control the son
that you threw away.

- What did you just say to me?

- You never wanted me.

You left me behind in Mexico
like a pair of old shoes.

Is that how you treat a son?

Is that--is that
how you handle things?

And then you came,
and you attacked my family,

and now you pretend
that you worry about my safety.

I'm not leaving my home.

There's not a chance I'm going
to California with you.

This is where I belong,

and you need to get over it.

- Now, you're gonna do
what I tell you.

This conversation is over.

I am coming back
from California in two days.

And I expect you to be packed
and ready to go.

Am I making myself clear,
Nevada?

Nevada! Nevada!

- Nevada, honey,
are you all right?

- [huffs]

- They just made bail.

Here they come now.

♪ ♪

- Oh, hi.
- What's going on?

You know how hard it is to get
some of that stuff for you?

- I don't know.
I bought it at the garage sale.

- I see.
So did you get it working?

- Almost, but the damn thing
just doesn't want to work.

- Look, I heard what happened
between you and your mother.

And I just thought I'd check
to see how you're holding.

You okay?

- I don't want to go
to California.

You can't let her
make me do this.

- Son, if you don't want to go
to California,

you don't have to.

Me and your grandmother,
we talked.

And we think it has
to be your decision.

It's not ours,
and it's not your mother's.

- I don't wanna go.

- Cool. I will take
every resource I have

to make sure you don't have to.

You have my word as a Duncan.

- Thanks, Grandpa.
- Hey.

Hey, you're welcome.

I'd do anything for you, son.

- So my mom,
I don't want to hate her,

but sometimes
it's really hard not to.

- Well, your mother's not an
easy woman to like sometimes.

But she is your mother.
Be respectful.

And I'll take care of the rest.
Okay?

- Yeah.

- All right,
I gotta get dressed.

I'm taking your grandmother
out for our anniversary.

- Thanks, Grandpa. Love you.
- I love you too, son.

Don't you worry
about anything, okay?

I got you.

- Isn't this jacket nice?

Nevada's gonna look
so good in it.

I'm just gonna get it.

And I'm gonna get him
these jeans.

Because, you know,

it still gets cold
in California at night.

This is perfect for him.

Hi. I'm gonna take these.
- Okay.

That'll be $752.40.

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

Do you have another
form of payment?

Your card is getting declined.

- Declined? What do you mean?

You must be making a mistake,
obviously. Try it again.

- I actually did it twice.
It declined both times.

- You must be making a mistake.

But you know what?
Take my black card.

That should be fine.

- I'm sorry, ma'am. This one's
getting declined as well.

- It's impossible.

That's a debit card with over
a million dollars in it, honey.

There must be something wrong
with your system.

- Maybe you should contact
your financial institution.

- Are you serious?

Is this the way you're gonna
treat your clients?

Here, take your glasses.

♪ ♪

- There they go.
- What do you see? Let me see.

- Right there. They're walking
in that motel.

- Oh, I see.

- Wait.
- Where they going?

- They got some bags.

- What are they gonna do
with that?

- I don't know.
But they're leaving. Let's go.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

- [laughs]
- Happy anniversary, Grandma!

- Aw, thank you, baby.
Muah. Love you.

Thank you, sweetheart.
Muah.

Oh, there goes my baby.
Muah. Thank you, sweetheart.

- Hey, you guys.
- There you are.

- Thank you, thank you.

Thank you, son.
- Bye, guys.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Happy anniversary.
- Happy anniversary.

- Aw.
- Mm.

Flowers and champagne? Ooh.
- I'm glad you like them.

But I have to be honest,
I can't take credit.

This is all Mr. Kennedy.
- [gasps]

And chocolates too?
- Happy anniversary.

- Oh, honey, thank you so much.

Thank you, thank you for doing
this for us, thank you.

- You guys have been like
the parents I never had.

I appreciate you and everything
you've done for me.

- Yeah, well,
we appreciate you too.

- We do. We surely do.
Thank you, sweetheart.

- Well, happy anniversary.
Have fun tonight.

- We sure will.

- Thank you.

- Hey, no strippers tonight.
- No.

- Unless you save me one.

- This is nice, from 2007.
- Wave, wave, wave.

[chatter]

♪ ♪

- Oh, this is it.

This is where Brother X
is being held. I know it.

I can feel it in my bones.

Come on, let's go.
- No, wait.

Orlando said that if we found
something, we should call him.

- Well, we have to
verify it first. Come on.

- No, not without
checking in, Paris.

I don't have a good feeling
about this.

Either you make the call,
or I will.

- You are such a goody
two-shoes.

You get on my nerves.

- So? So call him.

- Hey, what's going on, sis?
- Oh, bro, we got him.

We got Brother X.

- Okay, hold on, slow down.
Are you sure about that?

Because I'm supposed to have

a sit down with X
in about five minutes.

- No, but we can sneak around
back and make sure.

But look, bro, this is it.
I can feel it in my gut.

This is where Brother X is.

- Listen, I know how you feel.

And I've learned
to trust your gut.

But I need you to stay away
from that house.

- Exactly.
- As a matter of fact,

the two of you need
to get the hell out of there.

Now, if things don't go
well here,

we can circle back around
to the house, all right?

I gotta go. Good job.

And hey, sis, you be safe,
all right? I love you.

- What'd I say?

[exhales]

♪ ♪

Why are we still here

when Orlando
told us to go home?

- I'm not going home.
- [sighs]

- That bastard is in there.

- How? How, Paris, if he's
in a meeting with Orlando?

- I don't know.

- Okay.
- But I am telling you,

he is in there.

Come on, let's go.
- Paris.

This is what we should do.
We should just go home

and then we can see what
happened after the meeting.

- Okay. We will go home,

but let's just take
a quick peek at what's inside.

That's it. Okay?

- Paris, I don't feel
good about this.

- Shut up! Let's just go.
What are you scared of?

God.

♪ ♪

- Brother Orlando,
it's always good to see you.

- Same here, Brother Minister.

- Brother Elijah.
Right on time. [laughs]

- Salam Alaikum, Brother.

- Alaikum Salam, my son.
Please sit.

- I was expecting
to meet your boss, Xavier.

- Your expectations were wrong.

We decided it is not in
his best interest to come due

to your relationship
with law enforcement.

I'm here on behalf of Brother
Xavier and the Brotherhood.

Although I don't know that we
have much to talk about,

considering we have two dead
men by your brother's hands.

- Well, I think we can have
a productive

and progressive discussion,

even in
Brother Xavier's absence.

So why don't we have

a discussion
like civilized black men, hm?

Now, I don't need to explain
why we're here.

Who wants to begin?

- I'll begin. Your organization
and Xavier

took it upon themselves
to stalk my family,

and I am here to simply
tell you it needs to stop.

- You do understand that this
is not of our doing,

but your brother's blatant
disregard and disrespect

of Xavier's marriage.

I warned him personally
to leave that man's wife alone.

This could've all been avoided.

- I understand. I do.
And my brother was wrong.

- Then turn him over to us.

- You know that's never
gonna happen.

Besides,
my brother left the country,

and he's not coming back.

We don't even know where he is.
So with that being said,

all of this is done,
over, finished.

So you can go
and tell your boss that.

- And what if he doesn't
want it "done, over, finished"?

What if he will settle
for nothing less

than your brother's head

or the destruction
of your entire family?

- Well, in that case, I would
prepare myself to tell him

that he should expect

that every member
of his organization,

in or out of jail, will be dead
in less than two weeks.

See, you may or may not know
about a drug called HEAT.

It's the hottest thing
on the street.

And my family happens
to manufacture that drug.

And if I walk out
of here unsatisfied,

tomorrow morning,

my family will stop
the production of that drug.

And then, we'll call
the Italians, the Persians,

the Asians,
the Russians, the Jews,

the blacks, the Mexicans,
and countless other cartels

that are depending on us
to give it to them.

And we will tell them that we
will discontinue it until you,

Xavier, and every other member
of your organization is dead.

Now, I know I said

that all of you
would be gone within two weeks.

But me, I wouldn't give it more
than ten days.

- Surely you don't expect
Xavier or the Brotherhood

to forgive or forget
something of this magnitude?

Again, we have two dead
by your brother's hands,

not to mention
his adulterous behavior.

What about others of our faith
who look up to Brother Xavier?

He'd lose face,
Brother Minister.

- He has a point.

Orlando,
where is the compromise

in this
all-or-nothing proposal?

- Well, I'm not
an unreasonable man.

Neither is my family.

So as a means to stop
this unnecessary bloodshed,

I'd like to offer the
Brotherhood an olive branch.

Your organization is in
the extermination business,

am I right?
- You could say that, yes.

- What if I promised
to contract you

for your services
for all of the organizations

that sit at our table and offer
you a seat at that table?

- That's a very generous offer,

one that's potentially worth
tens of millions.

- Yes, Brother Minister.

Being generous
is also choosing to be pious.

This is a very
complicated situation.

And we'd love to resolve it

without any further
unnecessary bloodshed.

- Oh, I must admit
that I am very,

very impressed with your offer.

What do you think, Elijah?

- It's fair.

Of course, I'll need to speak
to Brother Xavier

and the rest of the brothers.

- As you should.
[sighs]

Well, gentlemen,
I am very pleased.

This has been a very,
very positive conversation.

But I have a request.

That there be peace between
both parties for 48 hours,

while Brother Elijah gets back
to Brother Xavier

and you get back
to your family, Orlando.

Agreed?

- Agreed.
- Agreed.

- Good.
- Well, all right then.

- Good.
- Thank you, Minister.

- Brother Orlando.
It's always good to see you.

[laughs]

- So you mean to tell me
that I need a translator

for someone who speaks English?

I want him dead!
I don't want any excuses!

- Brother X--
- What? What, what?

- Hey, man,
just calm down, dog.

Just be easy, we got this.
Don't worry about it.

We just need to talk to you.
It's all good, man.

- Shit.

Hey.
- Where the hell are you?

- I'm on the other side
of the house

where you told me to go.

I don't see any sight
of Brother X.

Just some bow tie-wearing
brothers watching TV.

- I see him.
Meet me at the car

so we can
get the hell out of here.

- Oh, you don't have
to tell me twice.

I'm on my way.
- Hey, you see that?

- Shit.

- Hey.
- Ah, that was amazing.

- [laughs]
- How was dinner?

- Wonderful.

- Change of plans, Kennedy.

Let's head to the yacht.
My wife and I,

we're going to finish off
that nice bottle of champagne

you got us and enjoy
the moonlight and the Jacuzzi.

- Sounds like a plan, sir.
- Thank you.

- Oh. Hey, son.
- Hey, Pop. How was dinner?

- Dinner was great.
In fact, things went so well,

I don't think
we're coming home tonight.

We're headed to the yacht.

- Good, good,
glad to hear that.

- How about you? How are things
going on your end?

- Well, X wasn't there.
He sent a representative.

But I think they understand
the magnitude of the situation.

They were real interested
in having a seat at our table.

So we decided
on a 48-hour truce.

We should hear
their answer by then.

- Good.
Let's hope for the best.

I'd rather not go with the
nuclear option, if possible.

- I agree. All right, I got it.
Have a good time.

- Ah.

- Come on, bitch.
What's taking so long?

- I wouldn't do that.

♪ ♪

Let's go.

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music]

- Oh, shit, we've got company!
Stay low, I got this.

[gunfire]

- You still know how
to use one of these?

- Yeah, just watch me.

- I love you, Chippy, darling.
- Happy anniversary.

- Happy anniversary.

[gunfire]

- Ohh!
- [screaming]

- No!

♪ ♪