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Honestly, I don't know
what would've happened to me

if she wasn't there.
- Who?

Hi. I'm Paris.
Nice to meet you, Champ.

I didn't bring you here
from LA

for you to tell me
there are no guarantees.

- Under HIPAA laws--
- Find the damn donor.

I'll do some digging around,
see what I can find.

You want a war with me?
Well, you got one.

I need you to kill Junior.
- Okay.

Sonya?

How you doing, nephew?

♪ 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, hey ♪

♪ 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, hey ♪

♪ 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 ♪

- No, stop, stop.
- What?

Are you crazy?

What the hell?

Are you crazy, huh?

Are you trying to get
yourself killed?

No, I'm trying
to save your life.

Save my life?

What are you talking about?

Did LC put a hit out on me?

No, LC put one out
on your son.

Larry's in there now...

and he is here
to take Junior out.

Larry Larry?

You remember
when you were a kid

and I used to pick you up
from school sometimes

and you always wanted
to try the swings?

Yeah.

But you were afraid,

'cause nobody else
would push your big ass.

But I did.

You were afraid.

I told you to hang on.
Hang on, nephew.

Whee!

You remember that, huh?
- Yeah.

Then you started
to like that shit.

Whee!

Oh, nephew...

you want to know something?

This is gonna hurt me...

a whole lot more
than it hurts you.

I love you, Uncle Larry.

And I hate you...

because I love you.

And I always have.

You have a funny way
of showing it,

with your finger on the trigger
and a gun pointed at my head.

I know, right?

But it makes sense, right?

For the crazy guy in the house

to be the motherfucker
doing this shit to you.

- We got to do something!
- No.

- We got to do something!
- No, baby.

You can't go in there.
That man is crazy.

If you go in there,
he'll kill you, too.

He will kill you, too!

I don't give a damn
about that!

I am not afraid of Larry,

and I'm not gonna let
anything happen to my son.

No. No!

No, Donna!
No, Donna, stop!

No, no, no, no.

No!

No, no.

Baby, look at me.

I didn't put my life
on the line,

I didn't risk everything,
betray LC,

just to lose you now.

I can't lose you now.
We have to get out of here.

- Please!
- We got to go. Junior is dead.

And there's nothing more
you can do.

We have to go.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Yeah, hey.

Hey, sweetie.

I'm just about to go inside.

Good.
Well, good luck.

Is Orlando with you?

No, I told him to stay
at the hospital.

Vincent needs him more.

Yeah, no doubt about that.

Are you sure you don't
need me to go in with you?

No, honey, you have enough
to deal with.

Um, why don't we meet
down at the hospital later?

Okay, I can do that.

You know, it's times like these
I actually wish

Harris was still here.

He would have taken care
of all this.

He did have his usefulness.

But, no, honey, I have
everything I need right here.

I hope so.

Look, baby, let me get
inside and take care of this.

I'll see you later
at the hospital, okay?

I love you.

I love you, too.

Let's go.

I'm gonna need those reports
by 12:00,

so please get those
for me, all right?

And if--

Mrs. Duncan, hi.

Uh, what a pleasant surprise.

I wasn't expecting
to see you here.

You're, um,
not on my calendar, right?

That's because I don't have
an appointment...

Chris,
but I do need to see you.

It's very important.

Whatever you need,
Mrs. Duncan,

you know I can get it handled
for you.

You were
very, um, instrumental

in assisting us
in that last major endeavor

with the senator.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yeah.

Um, but our family
needs you again...

this time to handle
something even bigger.

Well, they don't call me
The Fixer for nothing.

Let's go talk about it.

Um, Renee,
hold all my calls, please.

Right this way.
- Ah, thank you.

So...
what's going on?

What the fuck
are we doing here, Rob?

To calm your nerves.

We can't go
back to the house.

Larry might still be there.

Oh, fuck Larry.

I'm not scared of him.

Yeah, well, I am.

And you should be, too.

There's not many people
who scare me,

but that crazy motherfucker
scares the shit out of me.

I should have shot his ass
the chance I had.

Maybe, but there's--

there's a difference
between catching him off guard

while he's smoking a cigar
in a Jacuzzi

and meeting him
out on the street.

Junior and The Alliance--they
were playing a dangerous game.

You can't tell me
you didn't expect blowback

for killing Brother Minister
and now Juan, too.

Yeah.

But I didn't think LC
was gonna kill Junior.

He's his son.

But he betrayed him,
and he stole $140 million.

He's lucky it took this long.

Whose side are you on, Rob?

Baby, I am always
on your side,

but facts are facts.

If you betray LC...

if LC didn't do something
about Junior,

then The Table would.

You know that.

So this is Antonio's fault,
isn't it?

I don't know.

But I told you
in the beginning,

you can't beat LC this way.

He's been around too long,
been through too many wars.

You have to outthink him.

That's the same thing
Junior said...

but I didn't listen.

My God...

Junior is really dead.

No, I-I have to go
back to the house.

No, no, we can't go
back to the house.

No.

We can't go back
for a while, honey.

We can't.

You know this weight is not
yours to carry alone, Consuela.

It feels that way, Marco.

Your words might sound nice,

but they cannot penetrate
my frozen heart...

that wants revenge so bad.

So that's why I need you
to leave me alone

so that I can deal
with my sorrows.

Sometimes being weak...

isn't a lack of strength...

But a show of trust
in the ones around you.

Come back to Mexico with me.

You'll have a fortress
around you.

I will have all of Mexico
on alert.

We will shield you while you
are healing, hermana.

Fuck Mexico.

There's nothing
in Mexico for me.

All I have is Nevada
and my work.

And I need to stay focused

so that I don't let
my mind wander.

I saw them.

I saw them with my own eyes
kill my husband.

And you're telling me that
I can't get it back in blood?

Is that what you're telling me?

I am sorry.

I truly am sorry,

but I can't have you
going rogue.

What?

I need you to call your son.

I need you to reel him in.
He's out of control.

He put his hands on me today,

and my boy is really upset
about it.

That...

that's not
gonna fucking happen.

Oh.

Look, as it stands, you're
the only one he'll listen to,

so I'm gonna have to insist.

You can insist all you want,

but it's not gonna happen.

My son is dead thanks to you!

Excuse me?
Did you say he's dead?

Yes, yes, yes!

LC sent his brother
to kill him!

And you...

you're probably next, yeah.

Donna, let me ask you--
are you 100%,

100% sure
that Junior Duncan is dead?

Motherfucker,
what part of "he's dead"

don't you understand?

So now what are we going to do
about it?

You know, I didn't know
he had the guts to do it,

to tell you the truth.

LC made it more personal
than I thought he ever would.

Look at that.

- Yeah, you think?
- Yeah.

The man just had
his son killed.

He doesn't give a shit.

This just means that we have
to be more cautious.

No love lost.

Maybe we lay low
for a couple days,

wait for things to calm down.

What's the big deal?
- Hell, no.

Hell, no.

Nobody sat around doing nothing

when they shot up
your precious Dominique,

so I'll be damned...

if I sit back and twiddle
my thumbs about my son!

That's not the same!

Like hell it was!

Yes!

LC...

LC is gonna pay!

And so is crazy-ass Larry.

And if you don't want
to help me...

you gonna pay, too, motherfucker.

Pay attention. Pay attention.
Watch what I do.

Watch this, right here,
and then--

both: Boom!
- Hit the shit out of that boy.

You see that?
- Yeah.

I just want to know, did I have
to watch the previous fight--

I needed you to watch it all.
It was all necessary.

There's somebody at the door.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I want you to stay.

I want you to pay attention
to old-school greatness

right here.
- But I--

- Shh! Watch and learn.
- I'ma just chill.

- Good morning, sunshine.
- The fuck are you doing here?

What the--
- Hey, girl.

- Hey. You ready?
- Yeah, yep.

- Where you going?
- Out with Paris.

We have so much planned--
spa, nails, dinner, club.

- Huh.
- But don't worry.

I won't get her
into too much trouble.

- Yep. See you later.
- Oh, yeah, uh...

Yay.

Bye.

I missed you.

Fuck!

Ah...

Yo, what happened?

Paris Duncan--
that's what happened.

Oh, man, forget her.

Look, we got plans of our own.

What kind of plans?

Just got an invite

to an exclusive
members-only club.

♪ Please let me go,
let me go, let me go ♪

♪ I am innocent,
I am innocent ♪

♪ Please let me, please
let me, please let me go ♪

You have a visitor.
Hands.

You can leave us alone
with my client now.

Hello, Randy.

Who are you?

I can be
either friend or foe.

The choice
is entirely up to you.

I can't bother
with no fuckery.

You're a smart man.
Think about it.

Sonya.

Sonya!

No, wait.

You stay here.
I'll go upstairs.

It's okay.

I thought I told you
to stay downstairs.

I want to see my son.

Now open that door, or I will.

Wait, wait.

Okay.

Where are they?

They must have sent
a clean-up crew

to get rid of the bodies
and any evidence.

But why leave Junior's gun?

They were sending a message.

What message is that?

Junior's dead.

And if you don't act right...

you'll be next.

♪ This ain't a phase, just
straight grab for my chain ♪

All right, beautiful people.

♪ Huh, bad streets,
wild girls, big dreams ♪

Now, I have
some very important clients

coming in tonight, and
you know what I expect of you.

Now, I need you girls to be
extra, extra special

to them, okay?

Showtime.

Ramón!
- This way, gentlemen.

- Welcome to the Hellfire Club.
- Okay.

It is an honor
to have you here

for the next six hours,
Mr. Boyd.

Please, call me Bobby.

Okay, Bobby.
Your wish is our command.

All right.

Enjoy, gentlemen.

Uh...

Cornelius?
- Yes, sir?

I don't think
this is a good idea.

Just got out the doghouse
with Karrin.

No, Bobby, this is exactly
what you need.

- Is it?
- Yeah, man.

Can't be going into the fight
all stressed out.

- Right, right.
- You know?

Yeah, I hear you, I hear you.
I just, uh...

Yeah, hey.

Um, it just that,
you know, I'm, uh--

I'm engaged.

Well, the last time
I checked...

being engaged
doesn't mean you're married.

You know what I'm saying?

So what kind of friend
can you be to a man like me?

You're a pretty woman.

It's been a long time.

You want to be
that kind of friend?

- What did you say?
- Well, take one more step.

I got this.

I haven't been
that kind of friend

I haven't been
that kind of friend

to anyone but my husband
in a long time.

No, we have a...

different kind of connection.

- Yeah, like what?
- Blood connection.

I'm the grandmother
to your nephew.

You're a Duncan?

Orlando Duncan is my son.

Fuck the Duncans,
and fuck you.

So what you want?

My grandson, you nephew
Vincent, is on his deathbed.

He needs
a bone-marrow transplant.

What happened to my sister?

She's hiding
from the Italians.

What do you mean "hiding"?
She married to one of them.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

She killed Vinnie Dash
to be with my son,

the father of her child.

Oh, man, wicked.

Lord.

Hmm.

So you say my nephew
is dying?

Yes.

And from what I gather,

I hear that you're the only one
that can save him.

Well, you know, more life
come with a price.

I was hoping that you
would do it on the strength

that he is your family.

- Family?
- Yeah.

Family.
A joke.

No, man, family
not care about me.

I mean, we can work
something out, yeah?

Well, I'm sure
that if you can take me

out of solitary confinement,

I'm sure you can manage
a better facility, right?

Place with more space,
where I have more freedom.

If I have to be in a box,

I'd rather be
in a better box than this.

Yeah, sure.

We can make
some sort of arrangement.

Mm. Well, the sooner,
the better,

because we don't want
my nephew...

your grandson, to die.

I was just saying
we can put the game on.

I don't understand why
we can't put the game on.

- Bobby, man.
- What?

Look, everybody's in the back
having a good time.

I know everybody--

I'm over here
having a good time.

You sitting over there
by yourself.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
- So what you gonna do, man?

I see you keep looking at her.

Yeah.

I mean, damn, she is fine.
- She's fine. Oof.

Is that gonna be
your first choice?

Maybe.

I don't know.
She might be.

Is everything
to your liking, Mr. Boyd?

- Is this for me?
- It's for you.

Thank you very much.
Yes, this is--this is, uh--

I mean, what's not to like?
This is amazing.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, thank you.

- Yeah, anytime.
- Yep.

That's a starter right there.

So much scattered ass.

Come on, Champ.

All right, all right,
here we go.

Mm.

Hey.

Hey, do your thing, Champ.
- Yes, sir.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, there.
- Hey.

What's your name?

- Chelsea.
- Chelsea.

You look like a Chelsea.

- Mm, do I, now?
- Yes, you do.

Okay.

So...

you want to go to the back?

I'd like to go to the back.

- You'd like to go to the back?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, my.

Look at your boy.

He's back to normal already.

Oh.

Mm.

Nice.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ooh.

That tickles. That--Yeah.

Oh, don't tell me
Bobby the Beast is shy.

No, no, no, I'm
not--definitely not, uh, shy.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I'm--I'm good.

- Did I do something wrong?
- No.

Because if you're
not feeling this,

then you can choose another--
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's not you.
You're--you're great.

You're amazing.
I just, um...

If I'm being honest,

I'd love to just kind of sit
here and maybe talk.

- "Talk"?
- Yeah, talk.

A-and don't worry--you still
gonna get one hell of a tip,

because that's
how Bobby the Beast do.

I just--I need to know
that, uh, this conversation

is gonna stay between us.

No worries here.

What happens in the bedrooms
stays in the bedrooms--

house rules
and my personal motto.

Okay.

Now, what did you want
to talk about?

Um...

You ever been in love, Chelsea?

♪ Yo, I just want to chill,
let's talk ♪

♪ Can I get to know you? ♪

♪ And, baby, you can keep
your clothes on ♪

♪ I ain't one of those dudes ♪

Hey, I'm gonna borrow her
for one second.

- Hey.
- One second.

♪ I'm not one
of those dudes ♪

♪ I just want to chill,
let's talk ♪

♪ Can I get to know you? ♪

Max is so fast--

♪ And, baby, you can keep
your clothes on ♪

♪ I just want to chill,
let's talk ♪

♪ Can I get to know you? ♪

I think you next.
You down?

♪ I ain't one
of those dudes ♪

♪ You stay on my mind,
by my side ♪

♪ Like a woman supposed to ♪

♪ I just want to chill,
let's talk ♪

Damn, girl,
you might be dangerous.

♪ I'm not one
of those dudes ♪

Oh, my goodness.
There she is.

Bobby.

It was a pleasure
entertaining you and your boys.

Yeah, listen, the pleasure
was all ours, wasn't it, boys?

all: Yes.

So my girls were very good
to you guys?

Oh, yeah.

Well, I hope you can come
back and celebrate with us

after your big fight.
- I will.

- We definitely will.
- That's for sure.

- All right, thank you.
- Have a good night, Bobby.

- All right, you too.
- Bye, boys.

Bye.

We came, we saw,
we conquered.

Yeah.

- Whoo.
- Ah.

I'll be back for sure.

I'll be back.

Y'all got some Gatorade?
I'm, like--

Listen, listen, listen.

Man, I hope you have
enough energy for the fight.

Listen, I feel
a little dehydrated, fellas.

This is how we get down.

Y'all new to the team.
Y'all new to the team.

But what I want
y'all to understand is,

this is how we get down.

This is the kind of shit we do.
- Hey, meet us--

Now, this ain't
every weekend.

- Meet us at the house.
- But it's an occasional--

Hope you boys had fun.

Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.

You lying, cheating
son of a bitch!

Baby, listen,
it's not what you think.

Oh, it's not? 'Cause it looks
like she just caught

your ass red-handed
coming out of a brothel.

Will you stay
out of this, please?

How could you even do this
to me, Bobby?

- Babe, let me--
- Don't.

Okay. Okay, I'm sorry.
I won't touch you.

Just listen to me, okay?

I didn't do anything
in there, all right?

I think you coming
out of there explains enough.

Look, K, you deserve
so much better than this, sis.

You mind your fucking
business, please?

- Gonna use violence?
- Let's just go.

Baby.

Babe, can I--
Just let me explain.

Please, don't leave.

Baby!

- Come on, Champ.
- Come on, Bobby.

Just take it to the crib.
- We'll figure it out.

This is bullshit--I told you
I don't want to go

to no fucking brothel.
- My bad.

Damn right
it's your bad, man.

Oh, shit.

Nevada, Nevada, come here.

What?

Look who's coming
to the door.

Uncle Larry.

Do you think he, uh--
- Yes.

Don't you see that crazy look
in his face?

- Yeah.
- It's the same look

he used to give
when me and Paris were kids.

And we would overhear
Mom and Pop talk about,

Uncle Larry done killed
another one.

So, Uncle Junior?

Uncle Larry really did it?

- Look, you answer the door.
- No, you do it.

What?

I can't be his first point
of contact

after something like this.

I mean, despite everything
he did...

I really love--

I really loved Uncle Junior.

Yes, we all did.
That's why Paris isn't here--

Yo--

Fuck.

Oh, hey, Uncle Larry.
How you doing?

Hey, kiddo.

I've been better.

Is my brother around?

Yeah, he's, uh--
he's in the office.

Yeah.

Thanks, kiddo.
- Mm-hmm.

Got to make it quick, Bobby.

I'm at work.

This crazy-ass girl of yours,
man, she driving me crazy.

Who?
What are you talking about?

Paris Duncan, that is who.
You know what she did?

She comes to my house
with Karrin.

Yeah, that's some messy shit
right there, isn't it?

Yeah, you damn right.

So what is it exactly that
you want me to do about this?

Put her in a time-out?

I don't give a shit
what you do about it.

I just need you
to do something,

because you brought
her into my life.

And you made the decision
to sleep with her.

You know the beautiful ones
are always a little crazy.

What did Paris do exactly?

Are you not listening to me?

I told you, she rolls up on me
with my fiancée.

Did she have a gun?
Did she shoot at you?

- No, she didn't have a--
- Then call me when she does.

That's when you
should be afraid.

Right now Paris is just having
a little fun.

But, remember,

she did blow up my hotel room
with me in it.

Be careful.

God--

What's going on?

Wasn't--wasn't that
Uncle Larry?

Yeah.

Hmm.

I think we might've just lost
a brother.

Damn.

You serious?

I don't joke
about things like that.

Well, you don't seem
so broken up about it.

Hmm.

I guess it's just, right,
wrong, or indifferent,

I love my family.

But we definitely have
our issues,

especially when it
comes to loyalty.

I love Junior...

but he's the one that made this
a him-versus-us scenario,

and I'm always gonna choose us.

You might want to remember
that, little brother.

So that war going on
that everybody's talking about

with Junior, is it over now?

You're so cute.

Such an optimist.

Stick around, baby bro.
We'll all learn soon enough.

Mom, Dad's back.

I heard the door.

How did he look?

Like someone who just killed
somebody he didn't want to.

I just don't know.

I know your father wanted
to get back into LC's graces,

but I just don't know
if this was the way to do it.

I know.

But something had to be done,
for the family's sake.

I want to agree,
but it's so hard.

Junior's family.

I know Junior family...

but...

with Junior alive...

none of us was really safe.

You've done enough.

You should go before they
realize you're gone.

I know
you don't believe me...

But I do love you.

That's the problem, Rob.

I do believe you.

I just don't know if I have
any more love to give.

Is he dead yet?

Is my son dead?

Close your eyes, nephew.

Close them.

Yeah, I got you.

My wife is upstairs.

I need you to promise me
that you're not gonna hurt her.

She's pregnant.

We're having a baby girl.

I accept the fact
that I'm never gonna meet her.

Please tell Pop
to take care of her.

She's a Duncan.

And I'm sure she's gonna
make him a lot prouder

than I ever did.

So pull the fucking trigger.

Trigger pulled, motherfucker.

Oh, shit.

That's fucked up, nephew.

You had to bring your daughter
into this shit.

Like it wasn't hard enough?

Had nothing to do
with the baby.

Where's your fucking empathy,
damn it?

You were my favorite.

You were my favorite nephew.

What the fuck?

You broke my heart.

You broke my fucking heart.

Sonya? Sonya!

Sonya!
- Get it off me.

- Oh, shit.
- Get this off of me.

I'm sorry.
Jesus.

All right, I'm here.
I'm here.

Come here, come here,
I got you.

Come here, I got you.
- Get it off.

Okay. Okay.

Baby, baby, are you okay?
- No, I'm not okay, Junior!

- Did he hurt you?
- Do I look okay to you?

He didn't hurt you, right?

It's okay.
I'm here.

Oh.

What the hell, Junior?

Our daughter's gonna be born
in utter chaos.

Why, Junior?

Because of you!

Because you keep
making bad decision

after bad decision!

Dominique is dead.

Juan is dead.

And The Brotherhood
want to see you dead,

and now so does your family,

and The Table
want to see you dead.

It's too much, Junior.
It's too much.

The chaos that we're living
in is not my fault.

It's because of Antonio.

The Alliance--they've been
making moves behind my back.

Are you trying to say
it's not your fault?

That was you
who made the decision

to get in bed with them.

Oh, God.

Get off me.

If I knew my life was gonna be
like this,

if I knew this baby's life
was gonna be like this,

I would have stayed
at the Duncans'

where I could be safe
with your parents.

Sonya, you know that Chippy
is not my real--

Shut up!

You better shut up.
Chippy is your mama.

She raised you, Junior.

She gave you
everything she had.

You're not gonna do this.

You're not gonna
keep using this.

You use it as an excuse
every time you can.

And now you're gonna turn into
some villain your own self.

This is not who I married.

You got your wife
and your baby tied up?

Who are you?

Um...

I'm sorry, LC.

I couldn't do it.

I tried...

but, um...

I love that boy, and I...

I couldn't--

I, uh--I couldn't do it.

I, um...

Don't worry, Larry.

I couldn't expect you
to do what I couldn't.

We'll just have to find
another way.

♪ Get it ♪

♪ Get it, get it, get 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... ♪