Original subtitles

- Previously on "The Family Business"--

- Don't.

Don't.

- You about to be a father.

- You're either with me, or you're with them.

- It was so good to get to know you.

- The boy is Niles Monroe's cousin.

- You look as if you've just seen a ghost.

- Get the fuck out the car.

- Mom, Dad, he is your son.

I swear.

- You swear?

- Brother Minister has been murdered.

It was the alliance.

- Your son is the leader of an organization

planning to take you down.

- We're at goddamn war.

[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, ay ♪

♪ 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, ay ♪

♪ 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]

♪ ♪

♪

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

- Leave us.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[distant sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

- I don't think so.

♪

- Please pardon the interruption, Brother Elijah.

- Yes, what is it, Brother T?

- You have visitors.

- Who?

- LC and Orlando Duncan.

They have come to pay their respects.

- Show them to my office.

They were good friends to the minister.

[engine whirring]

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- Where's Daddy?

- Not here.

- OK, what about Curtis?

- Family room with Uncle Rio.

There's something you should know before you walk in there.

[indistinct chatter]

- Curtis, they set me up.

- Who set you up?

- Bobby Boyd and Niles Monroe.

- Shit.

What happened?

- OK, so first of all, they both walked in--

I know you.

You were the guy that was trying to mess with Lauryn

at Bobby's house.

You're one of Bobby's friends.

- I know Bobby, but I would not call us friends.

- Oh, bullshit.

What the hell is he doing here?

- Look, it's a long story, Paris, OK?

You should just take a seat, OK?

Yo. - I ain't doing shit--

- Calm--

- --until that motherfucker's up out of here.

- Calm-- - I don't trust him.

- Paris, calm down.

- No.

Get off of me.

I have had a night from hell, and this motherfucker's

friend is responsible for it.

So as far as I am concerned, you're guilty by association.

- Bobby is not my friend.

- Yeah?

Bobby ain't the type of guy to let randoms hang around.

- Look, cuz, it's not what it looks like.

- Curtis, you're drinking the Kool-Aid, too?

- I'm not drinking the Kool-Aid.

I'm just saying--

- Look, look, hear me out, Paris, OK?

He is our brother.

We're not twins, Paris.

We're triplets.

Are you listening?

He is our brother.

- Are you fucking delulu, Rio?

Stop fucking with me.

- I'm not fucking with you, Paris.

He is really our brother.

- [sighs]

Please know that we are deeply sorry for your loss.

- It isn't you who should be apologizing.

- Elijah, I promise you, whoever did this,

you can already consider them dead.

- Are you sure that is a promise you can keep,

Orlando Duncan?

Because one of the people responsible

is your brother, Junior.

- Are you sure Junior is involved?

He cared very deeply for Brother Minister.

- Those feelings are no longer there, Mr. Duncan.

Your son's heart is filled with hate and deception,

not just for the minister, but for you.

He will try to do to you what he

has done to Brother Minister.

- Elijah, I'm sorry.

I just can't believe that.

- Can't or won't?

It's OK.

I will do what you won't.

In three days, when our mourning period has ended,

I'm going to kill your son

and anyone who gets in my way.

- Elijah, let's take a moment.

I need some time to figure this out.

- Out of respect for your relationship with the minister,

I will give you time.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must finish

preparing the minister's body.

It must be buried by sunrise.

♪ ♪

- Mmm.

- Mmm.

- Ugh.

Come on.

- What's wrong?

I'm not hurting you, am I?

- No, baby.

- What's up?

- Look, look, I need you to stop treating me

like I'm some kind of china doll, OK?

Come on.

Put your back into it.

Baby, I've been waiting for you all day.

Break a sister off like you did on our wedding night.

- Uh-uh.

- Come on.

- You don't think I want to?

But I can't.

We got our baby in here.

- Ugh.

- That's my baby.

- If you don't stop playing with me and give me it.

[giggling]

[tense music]

- Rio, does this have anything to do with that crazy lady

Margaret you were so obsessed with?

Ree, you do realize they're just after money, don't you?

- I found him.

- It doesn't make any sense, Ree.

God.

Aunt Nee Nee, will you please explain to him that Mommy

didn't have another baby?

- I can't do that, Paris.

It appears Roman may have been stolen at birth.

- I can't believe y'all believe in this bullshit.

- It's not bullshit, Paris.

- Ree, you-- you don't know him.

- Look, he is our brother.

And even Mom believes it.

- Mom?

- Yes.

- Yes.

That is why she is upstairs crying her eyes out, Paris.

It is real, baby.

It is real.

This is your brother.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Pops, I know Junior's been out of pocket,

but are we really going to let Elijah

and the Brotherhood kill him?

- Not if I can help it.

Right now, Junior's hurt, confused.

It's our job as his family to get him back on track.

- I get that.

But in three days, we're going to have

every Black Muslim in this country out looking for him.

- I never said it was going to be easy, son.

Set up a meeting with all the members of the Table.

I need to know where everyone stands

on this before I make a move.

- You OK?

- Aunt Nee, how could I not know?

I mean, how could I even let this happen?

- No, look, sometimes things just happen.

It's not your fault.

- Am I being punished?

'Cause I feel like I'm caught up in a revolving

door of bullshit.

I mean, first Junior.

And now this, Aunt Nee. What?

I don't under--

- No, no, no, no, do not talk like that.

This has nothing to do with Junior.

- Maybe not, but it has everything to do with me

being a failure as a mother.

I mean, I don't even know this boy.

And I failed him as a mother.

- No, you haven't.

- I have.

[gentle piano music]

I'm a mother.

It is my job to protect him.

And that bitch--

that bitch just took my baby away.

- Well, you did not know.

- [sobbing]

I would have loved him, Nee.

- Yes.

- He would have been loved, you know.

- Yes. - You know?

- Yeah.

- He would have had a good life, you know, a good home.

- Mm-hmm.

Sure would have, baby.

He sure would have.

- But then that just bitch just took him,

and she didn't even look back.

I mean, how do you do that shit?

♪ ♪

You know the fucked up part is?

She's dead, and I can't even go whip her motherfuckin' ass.

- And I can't help you whip her ass.

- [sobbing] - [chuckles]

OK, OK. Come on.

Come on now.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, thank God.

Daddy, tell me, is it true?

Is-- is he our brother?

- Is everybody going crazy now?

Of course he's not our brother.

- Thank you.

- We are not going crazy.

If we are, then so is Mom.

Tell them, Pop.

- From the conversation I had with your mother

before I left, she seems to think that Roman is our child.

Although a little far-fetched, I have no reason to doubt

what she and Rio has to say.

However, I'll look into it a little further in the morning.

- Come on, Daddy.

This is more than far-fetched.

How about this?

Let's just have them take a DNA test.

That will solve it really quickly.

- I'm with you, Paris.

I can have a DNA test done and have the results in 10 minutes.

- We don't need a goddamn DNA test or anything else.

Oh, Lord.

All you have to do is look at him and know he is ours, LC.

I mean, come on, look at the shape of that head.

If that's not your goofy-ass rectangle of a head,

nothing is.

And his eyes couldn't be more mine if I

plucked them out of my head.

- Why are we still talking about this

when we can resolve this-- - Uh, excuse me.

- --with a DNA test?

- What did I say?

What-- what-- what did I say?

This is my son, your brother.

I don't need a DNA test. - Ma.

- Ah-ah.

And neither do you.

I've spoken.

♪ ♪

- We need to talk.

- Why?

What's wrong?

- That meeting you and Miss Donna had,

it got me unsettled and scared.

Those people are talking about killing your family.

- Please, don't start this.

- I'm not starting. Are you listening?

I said I was scared.

- [sighs] Sonya, listen to me.

I love you.

And I love our baby.

But fuck my family.

They can rot in hell as far as I'm concerned.

And they probably will by the time I get finished with them.

- Baby, come on.

You can't do this.

- [sighs]

- Baby, you gon' get me, you, and this baby killed.

Come on now.

You can't take out your family just because your feelings

got hurt.

- Why not?

- Well, because half of them were just as clueless as you.

- Ignorance is not an excuse.

- Oh, God.

- You think Vegas didn't know?

If he knew, Orlando knew.

I'm just giving them the shaft the same way

they've been giving it to me.

- Oh god, I can't even believe you just said that.

- Believe it.

- Baby, those people love you.

They have loved you.

I mean, you know that as well as I do.

Come on now.

- For the sake of our marriage and our baby,

it's best that you don't come to any more future meetings.

- What?

- Yeah.

- Baby,

for the sake of our marriage,

I need you to promise me you're not--

you're not gonna kill our baby's aunts,

uncles, and grandparents.

Damn, please.

Junior, come on now. Wait.

Where are you going?

Baby, no.

Come, please.

- [sighs]

All I can promise is,

I won't shoot unless fired upon.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

- Hey, man.

I really appreciate everything you did for me, Bobby.

- Listen, I should be thanking you, man.

You got my daddy off the booze and all, man.

Listen, appreciate you, man.

You gave me my dad back, even if it

was for a couple of years.

- Yeah.

Loved Uncle Willie and his crazy ass.

- [laughs]

- That man was as much of a father to me as he was to you.

- Shit, probably more, man.

[laughs] Listen, you sure you got to go?

'Cause let me tell you, I got some big shit playing, cousin.

It's gonna be fun.

Come on, stick around.

- Ah, thank you for the invite, man.

My bag's already on the plane.

I did what I came to do.

Besides, nothing left for me here but lost

love and bad memories.

- They may have been bad memories for you,

but can I tell you something for me?

I had a ball, man.

Paris-- whew.

That's one hell of a woman right there, man.

- Listen, hey.

Steer clear of Paris.

She ain't nobody to play with.

- Oh, ain't nobody worried about Paris, Duncan.

- You should be. - I should be?

- Yeah.

And if it's not clear enough, then worry about me.

Paris is off limits.

Let it go.

You had your fun.

- [laughs] Wait, what's that supposed to mean?

I-- I feel like you might be a little jealous.

You're not jealous, are you?

Is that--

- And I kind of feel like you don't ever really wanna know

the answer to that question.

I love Paris.

And you see what I will do to her.

Fuck you think I'm gonna do to protect her?

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

[knock at door]

- Good morning--

- Oh.

- --Ms. Coretta.

My name is LC Duncan.

- I know who you are.

- Good.

Because I'm here about--

- Roman, and I don't have anything to say.

- Listen, I know this is a bit awkward.

I just have a few questions.

- What makes you so sure I have the answers?

- Well, from what I hear from my son Rio,

now that your sister has passed away,

you may be the only one with any real answers.

- See, this is what I didn't want.

I begged my sister not to leave me with all this burden.

It's just not fair that she left all this on my shoulders.

- Yeah.

Well, we're here now.

There's nothing we can do about the past,

but there may be something you can do

to ease some of that burden.

I need to hear it for myself.

Is he my son?

Is Roman my son?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Yes, Mr. Duncan.

Roman is your son.

- Then why did you take him?

- I didn't take him.

My sister did.

- Then why did she take him?

- Margaret wanted a baby so badly.

And-- and you all had so many children.

She just never thought that you'd miss him.

- What about you?

Huh?

You could have-- you could have said something.

But instead, you helped her take my son.

You-- you're just as guilty as she was.

- Yeah, you're right.

You're right.

It was wrong, OK?

But she was my sister.

She was my family.

She was hurting.

She was my family.

And we fell in love with Roman so quickly.

I'm sorry.

- Sorry. - Sorry.

- Sorry isn't good enough.

- [whispers] I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

♪ ♪

[light music]

♪ ♪

- Hey.

Grandma's looking for you.

- Yo, who's this?

He's in a lot of pictures.

- That's Uncle Junior.

He's your brother.

- Damn.

How many brothers and sisters do I have?

- Six, including him.

- He's big as shit.

When do I get to meet him?

- Uh, Uncle Junior is not too close with the family

right now.

- Oh, yeah?

What's that about?

- The whole situation's complicated.

Look, you wanna know?

Talk to Grandma and Grandpa.

- Seems like everything about this family is complicated.

- [chuckles] You don't even know half, man.

- Yeah, I'm starting to see that.

[distant sirens wailing]

- You guys need anything else, let me know.

- Will do.

[jazzy music]

- They are here.

- Well, there's our little patsy and his mom.

- Oh.

Oh, hi.

- Got a feeling about this guy, Lauryn.

- Yeah, and you're probably right.

- Mm-hmm.

This is chess, not checkers.

- True.

♪ ♪

Then let's play the game.

Smile.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

[ice rattling] - Mm.

- Hi.

- Donna, it's so good to see you.

Mwah. You look good.

- Good to see you. - Hello, beautiful.

Mwah.

Ahh, slide in here. - Boss.

Mwah, hello. - How are you doing?

You look great. - Thank you.

So do you.

[chuckles]

- That was some hell of a meeting

we had the other day, Boss.

- You were so inspirational.

What was that you said?

We are at--

- --goddamn war. - Mm.

There it is.

[laughter]

- Yeah, they're right, Junior.

LC has nothing on you.

I'm so proud of you.

- But now we got to live up to it.

We gotta leave them a message.

- What kind of message are you talking about?

Wasn't killing Brother Minister enough?

- No.

We gotta leave them another message

before they hit us back to let them know that we're serious

and that we're not to be trifled with.

- I agree, Junior.

It should be something big.

- Big like what?

- Like you said, we're at war.

In war, people die.

I say somebody needs to die, somebody who's

important, preferably.

- You don't have to kill someone to make a

point, Antonio.

Pops always said, bodies don't make money.

Smarts do.

Maybe you forgot, but I'm here to remind you.

We're in the money-making business.

- Mm.

- I've got something big that's gonna hurt

them way more than a body.

Just follow my lead.

[phone vibrating]

- You outside?

All right.

Cool.

I gotta get my ass back to Brooklyn.

I can't take this Huxtables shit.

[door closes]

[door opens, closes]

- Sneaky motherfucker.

I hope he stays gone.

- [vocalizing]

- Well, looks like somebody is in a hell of a good mood.

- Ha-ha.

That's what good loving will do to you, ha-ha, and the fact

that LC and I are on the same page when it comes to Roman.

Mama Chippy is happy.

- Oh.

- Hee-hee-hee-hee.

- That's right, girl. That's right.

- [sighs] Now, if I can only get Junior's head

from under Donna's ass maybe I can get my family back.

- Mm-hmm.

One day at a time, sister.

One day at a time.

And we're going to get this shit together.

- Thank you, Nee Nee. - That's right.

- One day at a time. - That's it.

- OK. - Come on.

- Here we go. Shoot.

Food's on. - Kind of.

- I said kind of.

- OK, OK, OK.

- That's one of the only word I have earned.

- Voila. - I don't know.

I thought they were--

- Curtis, come help me.

- All right.

[sighs]

- And you could--

- Honey, bring syrup and stuff if you can.

- OK. - Mmm.

Where's, uh, Roman?

- Oh, we were up late playing video games last night.

I'm sure he's still sleeping, but I'll go get him.

- Oh, please do, dear. - I need some salt and pepper.

- Well, he's gonna learn soon enough not to be

late for one of your meals.

- Yes, he will. [laughs]

[knock at door]

- Roman, breakfast is ready.

[knocking]

Roman.

[suspenseful music]

Everybody's waiting on you. Come on, man.

♪ ♪

Damn.

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

- Mmm.

You know, we could go inside real quick.

I'd rather eat this off you than off a plate.

- Didn't you get enough last night?

- No. You know I'm greedy.

- Mm-hmm.

- [laughs]

- Well, I would love that.

But it looks like you got a customer.

- You have got to be kidding me.

This-- this kid must have a death wish or something.

- Well, who is he?

- It's Brandon's friend.

It's the one I told you showed out at the funeral.

- Oh.

And what does he want with you?

- I have no idea.

So look, I'm gonna go handle that and holler at you later.

- OK.

- You coming through tonight?

- No, I am not.

- What?

- I have not been home in two days.

- [sighs]

- My kids are gonna kill me.

And if they don't, my mama damn sure will.

- [sighs]

- So you're gonna have to take care of yourself

for a few days. Can you do that?

- That's cold-blooded.

You know I caught a cramp last time, so you know, I--

- [laughs]

- I'd rather it be you.

- Get out of my car.

- What the fuck are you doing here?

- What up, LoJack?

I see you.

With a ride like that, she got to be a keeper.

- Hey, don't you worry about her.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but-- but I

could have sworn I told you to stay the fuck away from me.

- All right, look.

I know I'm not your favorite person

right now after what happened to Brandon,

but I need some advice.

- [laughs] Advice?

You should have thought about asking for that

before Brandon got killed.

- You think I wanted that to happen?

Brandon was-- he's still my best friend.

That shit is weighing on my chest every day.

I love him, man.

- [sighs] All right.

I won't deny you that.

What you need advice about?

- The Duncans.

- Shit, they still pressing you?

I thought I handled that.

- I think you did, but I just--

I have some questions.

- Well, asking questions about the Duncans,

that ain't healthy.

Now what you done got yourself into?

- I don't know, and that's what I'm trying to find out.

You said they was drug dealers?

- Yeah, probably the biggest on the East Coast,

maybe even the country.

- You sure about that?

They seem pretty decent to me.

And from what I hear, they run a car dealership,

and they make their money legit.

- [laughs] Yeah, during the day.

But shit, at night, they move more packages than UPS.

Listen, if you got a problem with them,

I'm gonna give you some advice.

Just beg for forgiveness.

- So you're saying they're dangerous?

- Look, man, you better off holding

a live stick of dynamite than fucking with that family.

Now excuse me.

I got shit to do.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Is it good?

All right. - Ma.

- Yes, baby.

- He's gone.

- What do you mean he's gone?

- He's not in there.

The bed's not even slept in.

- Who was on night watch?

- That would be Rob.

- Rob.

Rob.

- Yes, ma'am.

You wanted to see me, Ms. Duncan?

- [sighs] Were you on night watch?

- Yes, ma'am.

- And did you see Roman leave the property?

- Yes, ma'am.

He left around 1:00 a.m.

- You saw him leave, and you didn't stop him?

- With all due respect, Ms. Duncan, he's a grown man.

And my job is to make sure people don't enter

the property unannounced.

I was never told to make sure he didn't leave.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Your job is what we pay for you to do what I say to do,

which is make sure people stay where they're

supposed to be staying. - Rob, Rob.

- What?

- Hey, hey, Chippy.

- What?

- Rob, it's OK.

You did the right thing.

- Yes, sir.

- Thanks.

You can go back to your post. - Thank you.

- LC.

No, he did not do the right thing, LC.

- Chippy, Chippy, Rob is right.

Roman's a grown-ass man, all right?

He's not a prisoner.

Probably just needed a little time to himself.

- Well, I-- I disagree.

I need to--

- Just-- just eat. Eat something.

Drink something. - Yeah, whatever.

All right, all right.

Ugh.

[birds chirping]

- [sighs] Oh my God, Roman.

You almost scared me to death.

I wasn't expecting you to come back so soon.

Did you get my text about your mother's funeral?

- You for real right now?

She's not my mother.

- What?

- She's my abductor.

- [chuckles] Oh, well, no, she's--

wasn't your mother, not biologically--

- But I don't understand why I'm just now finding

out about this, Aunt Coretta.

Why?

I mean, why now?

- Roman, I talked to you and Rio last night.

I thought I told you everything.

- No, you told him everything.

He was the one asking all the questions, not me.

- Baby.

Baby, your mother and I will always be your family.

But the Duncans, they're your family, too.

And we should have never taken that from you.

[knock at door]

Go see who it is.

- Who is it?

- Vegas.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- What's up?

- You good?

♪ ♪

I figured I'd stop by, check on you, make sure you're OK.

- I was just feeling overwhelmed.

I had to go out for a walk. - Yeah.

- It felt like the world was closing in on me.

- Yeah, that's understandable.

You had a lot dropped on you all at once.

That's why I was worried about you.

- For real?

You was worried about me?

I mean, you barely even know me.

- You're my little brother.

And that's all I need to know.

And that doesn't change whether you're in Long

Island, Brooklyn, or Timbuktu.

If you're family, you're family.

♪ ♪

I know I can't make you come home with me,

but the offer's there, all right?

Otherwise, expect me to stop by from time to time

and check on you.

- Look, Vegas, I appreciate you, but I'm just--

- Roman.

Honey, you should go with him.

Go with him.

There's nothing for you here, baby.

Just a bunch of unanswered questions.

Go ahead.

Go.

Go, sweetie.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[engine whirring]

- Yo, I thought we was going back to Long Island.

- Yeah, we are.

But I figured since I'm up here in Brooklyn,

I'd get a little business done.

You good with that?

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

Yo.

You know who's spot this is?

- Yeah, I think I have an idea.

Why? Are you scared?

- No, I'm just saying.

Candy ain't nobody to fuck around with.

[gun clicking]

- Yeah, well, neither am I.

I usually take Orlando with me

on runs like this, but you can sit and wait in the car

if you want, or you could, uh, have my back.

Either way, the choice is yours.

No pressure.

♪ ♪

Good.

Now your job is to back me up.

I'll do all the talking.

Let's roll.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I heard the crowds were heavy ♪

♪ Let me go ahead and carry it ♪

♪ If I can't have it, I'll destroy it ♪

♪ I ain't sharing it ♪

♪ I was riding wagons, having dreams of golden chariots ♪

♪ Now I'm in a dark room acting all nefarious ♪

♪ One of one in all dimensions ♪

♪ I ain't got no variants ♪

♪ Superhuman demigod, born a barbarian ♪

♪ Now I wear my rage on my sleeve ♪

♪ I used to bury it ♪

- Vegas Duncan.

Man, your ears must be ringing.

We was just talking about you.

- Well, I hope it's about the 100 grand you owe me.

No, sweetie.

You can leave that money right there.

- I don't think so.

The money we owed you was from, like, five or six years ago.

- Yeah, I went to prison, but that didn't erase the debt.

You really think I would give away product for nothing?

- [chuckles] Give me a second.

Man, it wasn't for nothing.

You ain't heard?

That 100K helped to make me the King of Brooklyn.

- King of Brooklyn?

All right, King.

Are you going to pay me the money that you owe me?

- Or what?

- Or I have to dethrone you.

- That ain't gonna happen.

- ♪ I'm going for the crown

[gunshots]

♪ I'm going for the crown ♪

- Vegas, watch out.

[gunshots]

- ♪ I'm going for the crown ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

[gun clicking]

♪

[gun clicks] - Hey, man.

Turn around.

You killed my brother.

- No.

You turn around.

Little brother, anytime you take somebody down,

you check your six.

You turn around, unlike this dumbass.

[gunshot]

You feel me?

Let's get the money.

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'm going for the crown, crown, crown, crown ♪

- Look who's back.

- Oh my God, honey.

Get over here right now.

Get over here.

Oh, I was so worried about you.

[indistinct whispering]

Ohh.

- Uh, hey, I don't mean to sound ungrateful and all,

but I was feeling uncomfortable,

and I thought it was just best I go home.

- Nonsense, honey.

This is your home.

[pensive music]

- That sounds good and all, Mrs. Duncan,

but we both know I don't really belong here.

I don't.

- [sighs] You do belong here.

You're my son.

- With all due respect, Mrs. Duncan,

you don't fully know if I'm your real son.

- Honey, um, you don't have to call me Mom, but please,

for God's sake, don't call me Mrs. Duncan.

And you are my son.

- Yeah, you're saying all that, but how could you be so sure?

[both sigh]

- [clears throat]

You know that, uh, time you robbed my ass?

- Yeah, unfortunately.

- [chuckles]

The only reason I let you get away with it

is because I felt something.

I didn't know what it was, but I do now.

- You felt something?

I don't understand.

- It's OK.

You wouldn't.

Something only a mother would understand.

And I am your mother.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Well, I take it you've all heard about Brother Minister

and this so-called Alliance.

- Yes.

And we need to figure out what we're going to do about it.

- I hate to admit it, but the hairs on the back of my head

are standing up.

- [sighs]

- Well, I'm hearing on the grapevine

that they got the senator on their side.

It's a very smart move on their part.

We can't do any drastic measures as long as there's

time for us to be calculated.

- Wait a minute here.

Let me see if I'm hearing you straight.

They're dropping bodies, but you wanna talk about being

calculated right now?

- Well, he's not quite as powerful as he was before,

but KD's right.

He's still formidable.

- [laughs] The Alliance, they make me laugh.

They're like clowns.

There's only one LC, the big homey.

What's up, big homey?

- Well, where I come from, the only way to kill a snake

is to cut his head off.

- I assume you're talking about my son, Junior, Consuela?

- You assume right, LC.

- We got a problem.

- What kind of problem?

- They hit the truck.

- What truck?

- The truck.

[music intensifies]

- Are you fucking kidding me?

[tense music]

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

- Get the fuck out of the truck.

♪ ♪

Have a nice night.

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

- What the fuck?

Y'all hijacked a truck with nothing in it.

- My father's a wise man.

He knows how to hide things in plain sight.

- OK.

- Trust me.

There's got to be something in here.

[hip-hop music]

- There better be.

- [chuckles]

Antonio.

- What you got?

- [grunts]

Yo, come check this out. - Whoo.

- Ha-ha.

- Ooh.

- I bet you LC Duncan is not gonna have a good day.

♪ ♪

- Whoo!

- Jesus Christ.

- What did I tell you?

- Yes.

- Oh my gosh.

There's enough for everybody.

- ♪ I got dirty money, so it's time to clean it up ♪

♪ Everybody rolling with me ♪

♪ They look clean as [...] ♪

♪ If I drop the ball ♪

- Payday.

- ♪ All this dirty money, I think ♪

♪ It's time to clean it up ♪

- These are all yours, baby.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Cut it, cut it ♪

♪ Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it ♪

- ♪ Action ♪

- ♪ Turn the lights on

♪ Turn up for the team

♪ Buy up all the drinks ♪

♪ We don't need a reason ♪

♪ We just need the cream ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ We live in a dream ♪

♪ Single for the weekend, turn up for the team ♪