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- Previously on
"The Family Business"...

- Hard to believe that,
only a few months ago,

she tried to kill us.

Now she's like family.

That woman will never be
my family.

- Why are you messing
with my money?

- You want that money, woman?
Come get it.

- HEAT belongs to the Duncans.

And anyone
who doesn't understand that...

we're gonna have a problem.
- When you gonna realize

you're wasting your time
with this woman, man?

Enjoy date night.

- I feel like,
if I don't divorce him,

I might actually kill that man.

That was Michael Diamond
you were talking to

at the fireplace.

- 'Cause every little step
she takes, from here on out,

you're responsible for.

- We have killed
five men today.

- Do you want to be the sixth?

- Hey.

- Oh, damn.

Mm...

- I'll get it.

- No, it's okay.
I'll get it.

I'll get it.

- Father, we thank you
for the food

we're about to receive,

and we thank you for the hands
that prepared it.

And we thank you
for the little pig

who made
the ultimate sacrifice.

- We give thanks in your name.

Amen.
all: Amen.

- Can't cheat LC.

How's my baby this morning?

- Mimi is sleep.

- She's sleepy.
- Yes.

I needed a break.

She's sleeping better
these days, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, that's good.

- Hey, hey!
- Hey, baby.

You leaving already?
- Yeah.

Soon as I can get Paris
to decide

on what shoes she wants
to wear.

Orlando needs to jet back
this afternoon,

or we're flying commercial.

- Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo.

Commercial not good enough
for you?

So spoiled.
- Now you know

I love first class.

It's Paris who'd have a fit

if she finds out
we're flying commercial.

London, would you get that,
baby?

- Sure, Ma.

- Why the tone?
I don't understand.

Why the tone?

- Well, this ain't
about a party.

I expect you to find out

what this Sebastian fellow
is up to.

- I won't let you down, Pop.
I promise.

- Aunt Donna?

Hey.
- Well "hey," yourself.

And look at you.

Gone and slimmed down
like a supermodel.

Didn't you just have a baby?

- Mm-hmm.
Yes, I did.

Come on in.

- I've been meaning to thank you

for the stroller.

- Oh, that's nothing.

I'm sorry I didn't make it
to the baby shower.

You know how me
and your mother are.

Where's your father?

I have something
rather important

I need to talk to him about.

- He's in the kitchen.
Come on back.

- Oh, no, I'll wait here.

We wouldn't want
your mama's panties in a bunch

with me traipsing all
through her house uninvited.

- Okay. Suit yourself.

I'll go get Daddy.

- Hmm...

- Sasha?

- Mama?

What are you doing here?

- Well, I'm here to see LC,

but the better question is
what are you doing here?

- I was gonna call you.
- She lives here.

- Is this true?
You're living here?

- Did I stutter?

What part of "She lives here"
you didn't understand?

- I wasn't talking to you.

But I thought you were
in Europe.

- I was. I...

I've just been staying here
for four or five months.

- What--

what the fuck?

You've been home
for five months,

and I'm just now hearing
about it?

What is wrong with you, Sasha?

I am your mother.

- Oh, please.

Don't start acting like the
Mother of the Year candidate.

You didn't even call her
for her birthday.

Did she?

Hmm.

- Don't you have your own
children to worry about?

Why in the hell
are you trying to raise mine?

- Somebody had to,

because you're already proving
that you're unfit.

- Bitch, I will--

- Bitch, you will what?

Maybe you forgot who I am.

Because I will gladly
take you down

memory motherfuckin' lane.

That's what I thought.

You call me a bitch
one more time,

I will snatch
that blond monstrosity

off your fuckin' head

and feed it to you.

- Chippy.
- What?

- Donna.

Is there something I can do
for you?

LC, uh...

You are the executor
of Lou's estate.

I need access
to my husband's funds.

This is taking way too long.

- Did you read the letter that
Harris sent you last month?

The reading of Lou's will
is tomorrow morning.

Any questions
regarding his finances

will be answered then.

- Well.
I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh, Miss Sasha?

I think you need to stop
by the house sooner than later.

The two of us need
to have a talk.

- Bitch.

Sasha.

Shit.

I'm a made man.

If you kill me,
there'd be hell to pay.

- Going somewhere?
- Hey.

Whatever they're paying you,

I'll double it.

- And why would
we believe that

when you owe the guy paying us
200 grand?

- Mmm...

- You okay, Ma?

- Yeah, I'm fine, honey.
Why?

- Well, because I've only had
one glass of wine,

and you practically finished
the entire bottle

by yourself.

You get like this

every time Aunt Donna comes
around.

I know I'm too old
for this shit.

I swear...

That woman gets under my skin
like no other woman.

- I know.

It's obvious based on how many
fights you two have had.

- No, 'cause that bitch
thinks she's better than me.

- Oh, please.

Everybody knows Aunt Donna
can't hold a candle to you.

- Yeah. Except her.

- Now, Ma, you know
that's because you stole...

- Stole? Stole what?

Haven't stolen anything
from that woman in my life.

Now, come on, now.

- Not even Daddy?

- Who told you?

- Ma, Junior and Vegas
told me and Orlando

when I was, like, 12.

We already know the story.

- Since you were 12?
Hmm.

How many other family secrets
do you know

that I've been trying to hide?
Ugh.

- How about that Aunt Donna

married Uncle Lou
for his money

and to make Daddy jealous?

But I guess that backfired,
huh?

Lord, what they say is true.

No matter how hard you try,

you can't hide shit
from your kids.

Look. I've been doing
a lot of thinking.

And I think that
you should go back to work.

It'll help you get out
of that house.

- Please, Ma.

Harris would never go for that.

He'd be too worried about who's
taking care of the kids.

- Honey, I did not send you
to finishing school

and college to sit on your ass
next to me at the house.

Now, don't get me wrong.

I think it's been wonderful
spending time

as housewives together.

But I raised
a very independent woman

who can do
whatever she pleases.

Fuck Harris.

- Ma.
- What?

- All right, that last part
might have been

a little bit
of the wine talking.

But you get my point, honey.

You're a smart woman.

Don't let no man hold you back.

- I really think we should have
invited Sasha.

She would have liked this!

- She will be all right.

Isn't that what therapy is for?

- You are so wrong for that.

- Ri, when was the last time

you and I went
on vacation alone?

- True.

But this isn't just a vacation.

This is a work-cation, Paris.

Orlando already spoke to me,
and Pa reiterated it.

We're not supposed
to be drinking all day,

shopping, clubbing.

We're here to get intel.

- Whatever, Ri.

How hard do you think
it's gonna be

to find out what your boyfriend
is or isn't up to?

- Uh, please.

Sebastian is cute,
but he is not my boyfriend.

- Would you fuck him?

- Abso-fucking-lutely.
Without a second thought.

- Yeah, my point, exactly.
End of conversation.

- Whatever, Paris.

Why are we even talking
about my sex life?

What about yours?

- What about it?
- What about Niles?

I haven't
heard you talk about him.

- Niles.

Well, I haven't talked
to him in a while.

I think he's in Germany
or somewhere?

- Damn. He stays on the move.

Well,

what's he do that his fine ass
is always traveling?

- I don't know.
Probably sales or something.

Look, I don't ask
any questions,

and he doesn't ask
any questions.

You do realize he's gonna
want to know your last name.

- Yeah. Probably.

But with sex this good,

the only thing
he should want to know

is if he can
have another round.

- Okay!

- Look, all this talk
about sex and Niles...

makes me want to call him.

- Why don't you call him?

- I should, shouldn't I?

- Uh, yeah,
as fine as he is.

- You know what?

Let's see.

- Put him on speaker.

- Okay.

- Hey, beautiful.
Was just thinking about you.

- Oh, good thoughts, I hope.

- Haven't had a bad one yet.

What are you doing
this weekend?

- Nothing.

Why?
You coming to see me?

- I wish.
How about you come see me?

I'm meeting
with some potential clients,

Saturday, in Playa de Migjorn.

Why don't you come down?
I got a place on the water.

- Playa de Migjorn.

That's one
of my favorite cities in Spain.

- Can Rio come?

- Yeah.
Bring whoever you want.

Long as they like
to have a good time.

- Okay. Sounds like a plan.

Text me the details,

and I will call you
later tonight.

- See you soon.

Vincenzo!

That's a good year.

- Good.

You did a good job.

- I'm excited
about taking Nevada

to Daytona Speedway,

introducing him to NASCAR.

You know,
it's days like tomorrow

I really wish his father
was around.

- Yeah, nobody loves cars
and NASCAR like Vegas.

- I just don't see

how we're supposed
to make money off of this.

- Well, we're not, Harris.

NASCAR's Drive for Diversity
program

is a perfect way to give back

and introduce Nevada
and other minority youths

about racing.

It's a win-win situation.

Fits right in
with our mission statement.

- Yeah.

Sounds like a big money pit
to me, but you're the boss.

- I am.

But if you can't grasp
the concept of giving back,

think of it as a tax write-off
for Duncan Motors.

- Now that, I can grasp.

- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I see you guys
enjoyed the cheesecake.

- Yeah, it's good.

- I'm glad you liked it, Daddy.

Um, if you guys have a minute,

I'd like to run something
by you.

- Yeah, well, actually,
we were about to--

- Sure, London.
What's on your mind?

- Fine.

- You remember Jenkins' Farm?

- Oh, you mean that place
that Chippy likes,

with the green beans?

- And the sweet corn,
yeah.

- You know that farm
your mother loves to stop by

on the way back
from the Hamptons?

- Mm-hmm.

We used to pick strawberries
there when we were kids.

I love that place.

What about it?

- Uh, well...

It's for sale.

And they're talking
about putting condos on it.

But I was thinking that maybe

we could buy the farm
and save it.

You know,
another legitimate business?

And I could run it.

- That's a good idea, sis.

Except we don't know shit
about farming,

and neither do you.

- But if--
- Hold on, hold on, now.

With the condo,
this concept is not a bad idea.

I mean, we oughta look
into that.

I have a developer friend
who knows...

What?

What, you want
to be a farmer now?

- Daddy.

- I understand
how you feel, sweetheart.

But whatever we get into,

our first consideration,
first and foremost,

is the family.

This family.

And if owning a farm
somehow benefits this family,

I'm in 100%.

But farm, condo, whatever--

I'm gonna need to see
a business plan

and solid financials.

Right now, it doesn't appear
you have it, do you?

- No.
- Good point.

Did Mariah
finish her homework yet?

- Yes, she has, Harris.

And I also made the bed.

And I ironed your shirts.

And I would've made breakfast,
but you know what,

it'd probably be cold
by the morning.

Jackass.

- Oh, God.

I hope she's
not pregnant again.

- I used to play these games
with your brother

and used to beat his brains in.

What makes you think
I won't do the same to you?

- 'Cause I'm not my brother.

Sorry, but you're going down,
Mom.

- Whoo!

- Fucking men.

- Why don't you go
finish packing for your trip?

- Ah--
all right.

- Thank you, son.

London. Come sit.

I know I'm not everyone's
favorite person around here,

but are you okay?

- Well, it's not anything that
two more of these won't fix.

- I have something
better than that

that you might like.

Come sit.

You might like these.

- Gummy bears?
- Edibles.

With enough THC to make you
forget about Harris,

the kids, your tired feet,

or anything else that's
bothering you.

It'll take 10, 20 minutes.

Let me know how you feel.

- I spoke to our brother
before our prayer.

He's pleased with the work
we completed this morning

and wants us to move forward
with our plans for the weekend.

- Duncan.

- Yes.

- Girl!
- Shh!

- I'm saying,
you weren't lying, though.

Those gummies are way better
than tequila.

- Mm-hmm.

- You like?
- Oh, my God.

Yes, I love them!

Thank you so much.

Yeah, I mean,
the way I'm feeling,

Harris might even
get lucky tonight!

- Well, I'm glad I can help.

- Now this is nice, right here.

This, right--
I never even really noticed it.

- I know.
- All of this up in here,

Mommy really--
Mommy did that.

Okay, okay, Chippy!
- She did a good job.

Yeah.

- So, um, where did
you get those from?

Because I really think

I need more of those
in my life.

- Well, I got them from my trip
to California.

Welcome to the world
of legalized marijuana.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

- What a concept.
- Mm-hmm.

- Man, they gonna
make millions.

- Billions, actually.

- Billions?
- Yeah.

If only I would have
gotten Alejandro

to see the change
before he came to California.

- Wow.

- We would have had
a dozen dispensaries by now.

- Man, a dozen.

- Pulling in a million
in cash a week.

- A million cash,
a whole dozen.

- Legally, London.
Legally.

But no.
He wouldn't listen.

Then legalization came in.
- Mm...

- And now?

Now we're on the outside,
looking in.

And it happened just like that.

- Did you just
snap your fingers?

Did you just snap
your damn fingers--

- Yes, girl!
- In this hallway, girl?

Talkin' about mill...

- All that money
that we could be making.

Yes.
- Damn...

- To Lee.
- To Lee.

- Hmm.

Mmm...
I could get used to this.

- Whoo.

- Why don't we take this party
back to my boat?

Let's go sailing.

- I ain't got a change
of clothes.

- Ah, don't worry about that.
We got you.

- Well, shit, let's do it!

- Sorry we kept you waiting.

My client and I had
to discuss a few things.

- Ah, no worries, Lamont.
Glad you could make it.

- Lamont.
Nice to see you again.

- Same here, Mr. Duncan.

I wish it were
under better circumstances.

My father sends his condolences
to you and your family.

- Thank you.

- Do you work for them

or for me?

- I'm pretty sure I know
who writes my checks.

- Mm-hmm.
Then act like it.

- Why don't you have a seat?

I have a fully written
executed copy of the will,

but Lou asked that I play this
for the three of you.

- If you all
are seeing this...

I am most likely dead.

And for those of you
who love me, don't worry.

Uncle Lou is in a good place.

I had a great life.

And I had a whole lot of fun.

So don't worry
about Uncle Lou.

I'm doing all right.

I, Louis Duncan,

who resides
in Great Neck, New York,

declare this to be
my last will and testament.

Upon my death,

I bequeath the following.

To my brother,

Lavernius Duncan, Sr.

You thought I forgot
about you, little brother

No way.

I love you with all my heart.

I bequeath
my vintage car collection.

Now I know no one
will appreciate

my car collection more
than you, little brother.

It's been a hell of a ride,
hasn't it?

- Sure has, Lou.

- I love you, little brother.

- I love you.

- To my wife...

Donna Duncan...

I leave my half of our house,

the monies
in our joint savings account,

all the monies
in my personal savings account

at Wells Fargo,

the two cars you currently
possess,

along with our vacation homes
in Lake Tahoe and St. Barts.

I only, um...

Loved one woman
in my whole life.

And that was you, Donna.

And I hope you understand
what that meant.

And I hope you understand
how I felt.

I love you

and I always will.

To my, um...

- Wait a minute.

Hold the fuck up.
Is that it?

That's all he fuckin' left me?

- Donna--
- Whoa-whoa-whoa.

Don't--don't--don't touch me.
Hold on.

What about all the money
you made peddling dope?

Where the hell is that?

Where's my share of that?

- You got what you deserved,
Donna.

He also left you a $5 million
life insurance policy

that you've already cashed in.

- Yes, and another $5 million
in a savings account

that you didn't work for.

Let's not forget,
he was divorcing your ass.

- Fuck you, Harris,
and fuck you even more, LC.

This is chump change,
and you know it.

Where's all the money
from the drugs?

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

But I think
you should sit down

and think about
what you're saying here...

very carefully.

- To my daughter...

Sasha.

My princess.

I leave the flat in Paris...

and the family property
in Waycross.

I also leave all my shares

and my voting rights
in Duncan Motors...

as well as any money
in my accounts

here and abroad.

I know...

that you will continue
the Duncan legacy.

And I know...

You gonna make
your daddy proud.

- You're gonna make
your daddy proud.

- I love you, Sasha.

I always will.

You are fucking kidding me.
Ugh.

He can't do this.

How dare he leave her
everything

and leave me penniless.

- What do you mean
"penniless"?

You're being
well taken care of, Donna.

Let's not be ridiculous.

- Ridiculous is what the hell
he put in this damn will.

LC, you know it.

- Why don't we all
just calm down--

- No, you calm down!

Do you know how much money
he's giving her?

She's too young to handle that.

All of that should have gone
to me, not her.

I'm his wife.
- You're also her mother.

How can you be so heartless?

- Heartless?

I dare you talk to me
about heartless.

Her father
would be alive today

if it wasn't for you.

You and your drug business.

But it's okay.

It's okay.

I'm contesting this bullshit.

- You can contest all you want,

'cause I wrote the
motherfuckin' will.

And you ain't got a leg
to stand on.

She ain't got a leg
to stand on.

- Mm, I disagree.

I think my client has a damn
good argument to contest.

- And what are
you talking about?

Let's hear this fantasy.

- Duncan Motors
and its 53 subsidiaries

is what I'm talking about.

- What about Duncan Motors?

- Well, your lawyer here
factored in everything

he was supposed to

except the businesses.

Louis Duncan was a major
shareholder in those companies,

which means
they're a marital asset.

So under New York state law,

my client is entitled
to a share of the company.

- The hell she is.

He left it to his daughter.

- Boom.

- Well, then, Mr. Duncan,
you and his daughter

better be ready
to write a big check.

- I'm not writing her shit.

- And I ain't writing shit,
either,

so it look like you walking
out of here without a check.

- Okay.

I guess we'll see
you good folks in court, then.

I'm gonna file a motion
to put the company

in receivership
until this all can be settled.

- Don't do anything
you'll regret, Donna.

- Is that a threat, LC?

Because I'm looking forward

to roasting all your asses
in court.

Especially you, Miss Sasha.

- You should know me by now,
Donna.

I don't make threats.

- Hi.

- Hey, how are you?
Good to see you.

How are you?
It's good to see you.

You're new here.

Is this
your first investor meeting?

- Is it that obvious?

It's just that
I think I would have remembered

if somebody as lovely
as yourself

had been here before.

Vance Ernest.
TH Seasons.

- Mm.
London Duncan-Grant.

No affiliation.

I'm really just here
out of curiosity.

- At 50K a seat,
you must be pretty curious.

However, I'll tell you,

there is a fortune
to be made out there.

- Yeah, that's what
I'm hearing.

- Not everybody's cut out
for it, though.

I'll be honest.

I think if you're going
to succeed

in the business world
of legalized marijuana,

you're gonna have to have
some pretty deep pockets.

Especially in New York.

- Why do you say that?

- Well, you've got
New York real estate,

transportation, those costs
are all-time high, no doubt.

But the real expense?

Political.

- Political?

- Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the honor

to present the man
working his butt off

to make the day
cannabis is legal

in the state of New York.

The guy spearheading

our efforts in Albany,
engaging with the legislators,

answering their questions
and rebutting their objections.

I give to you the president

of the
Make It Legal Now Coalition

and the man with our fate
in his hands,

former New York City
councilman,

Ronald Sims!
both: Hey!

- Thank you. Thank you.

Thanks. It's good to see

so many of you here today!

The only place I can remember

so many stoners in suits
was city council.

But we all know why we're here.

Right? The task at hand?

All right, legalization
is right around the corner.

Right?
We're gonna get rich.

audience: Yeah!
- Rich! I mean...

wealth! Billions!

A billion dollar industry!

Can you feel it, brother?
Come on!

Can you feel it?

Come on, let's feel it!

- Come on!
- Get your ass up!

Breathe in, baby, breathe in!

Breathe in the love!

Come on, everybody!

Everybody!

- What are you doing here?

And why are you so wrinkled?

- Because I slept in my car.

You know, you could have
at least texted me

to tell me
you were staying the night.

My neck is killing me.

- Sorry.

I forgot after the third shot
that you phoned.

- Well, did you at least
enjoy yourself?

- Did I?

Man, he's a lot smarter
and cooler than I thought.

- I'm glad you had a good time.

Did you find out
anything about our friend?

- He is gonna have
a big meeting in Spain soon.

And get this. He's gonna be
at Playa de Migjorn.

- Playa de Migjorn?

That's a hell of a coincidence.

- I was thinking
the same thing.

You might need to look
into your boy Niles

a little bit more seriously.

- Hey, guys.

Before you leave,
I wanted to give you

some reading material
for your trip.

- What kind of reading
material?

- It's an idea I have
for the farm.

- The farm?
You're still on that?

I thought that was settled.

- Well, not as far
as I'm concerned.

You had every right

to shoot me down
the first time.

But now I have a plan.
Because we need that farm.

- And why is that?

- Well, it's all there.

See for yourself.
It's inside.

- Ah.

Vertical integration, huh?

- Mm.
We're diverse,

but marijuana is too big a part
of our business

to neglect just because
we have HEAT.

We need to double down
on legalization.

- And what if legalization
doesn't pass?

- Well, then we're good.
It's business as usual.

We just lease out the land
to farmers

or throw up condos.

It's just a way to clean money.

But if it does pass, which,

the way things are going all
over the country, it should,

we'll be dead-smack
in the middle

of the next big thing.

And it's all legal.

- And what's this little
experiment of yours

gonna cost us
if we agree to it?

- I believe that
if we get the farm,

the permits,
product development,

marketing, lobbying,
and dispensaries,

we can get it up and running
for about

$10 to 20 million.

Come on, sis.

That's a lot of bread
for some weed, now.

- Orlando, they sold $6 billion

in legal marijuana last year
in Colorado alone.

Now, I don't know about you,
but from where I'm sitting,

$10 million is just a drop
in the bucket

to get in that market.

- So...

what are your thoughts, son?

- I think Aunt London's
on to something.

The numbers look great,

and my mom always says that

the biggest mistake her
ex-husband ever made

was not getting
into legalization.

- That's saying a lot.

Alejandro
was a calculated man.

- Hmm...

- And Nevada, Mariah, and Maria

will be running a legit
enterprise

when we're all gone.

Think about it, Daddy.

- I am.

I'll look over this report

on my way down to Daytona,

and we'll talk about it
when we get back.

- Thanks, Daddy.

Have a safe trip, guys.

- I love this.

- Oh, man, this is epic!
- Uh-huh.

- This is the real deal,
right here, you see this?

- Yeah, dude. It is, ain't it?

- Yeah.

- Amazing, isn't it?

- The kids at school
are never gonna believe

how fast these are.

Hold on.
I gotta take a video of this.

- Facts.

Couple of these guys
and a few trucks,

we could put AAA
out of business.

- Yes.

- Mr. Duncan.

- Ah.

- Welcome to
Daytona International Speedway,

the world center of racing.
- Thank you.

It's great to be here.

Please, allow me
to introduce my family.

This is my wife, Charlotte.

- Hello. Pleasure to meet you.
- Nice seeing you.

- My son, Orlando.
- Hey, how are you?

- Hello.
- And my grandson, Nevada.

- Hi. Let me introduce you
to Rajah Caruth--

he's one of the NASCAR
Drive for Diversity drivers--

and his father.

- Rajah. Congratulations
on being selected.

- Thank you, man.
- You know, actually,

my grandson is a huge fan
of yours.

- 'Sup, man? Good to meet you.

- Love your work.
- Appreciate it.

You started with iRacing,
right?

- Yeah, couple years ago,
I was on iRacing,

and this year,
I'll be racing late models

and legend cars for Ram Racing.

- Sick.

- Miss Harris,
you're doing amazing work,

and it doesn't go unnoticed.

We appreciate you and NASCAR
Drive for Diversity

for bringing awareness and
opportunity for our youth.

- Thank you.

- And as a gesture
of our appreciation,

we'd like to make
a small donation.

- Thank you.

- Oh, my God!
It's $1 million!

Thank you, Mr. Duncan!

- Our pleasure.
- Thank you, you guys.

Come on, let's go celebrate
at Victory Lane.

- Sounds good!
- Great! Yeah!

- Nothing beats this.

- Very impressive.

- You are such an amazing man.

A wonderful provider
and protector.

Thank you.

I love you so much.
This is beautiful.

- I love you, too, baby.

Let's do a toast.
- Okay.

- To the most beautiful woman
I've ever met.

And to the most incredible year
of my life.

- Oh...

- I love you.
- I love you more.

Mmm.

And you're so sexy.

- Excuse me, madam.
- Well.

- I believe this is for you.
- Oh, no, I'm sorry,

I haven't ordered anything yet.

- Oh, no, Mr. Duncan, here,
has taken the liberty

to order your first course.

Are you serious?

- Sonya Brown...

I have never loved
another woman

as much as I love you.

And I can't see living my life

with anyone else.

Will you give me the honor...

- Of being your husband?

- Oh, it's beautiful!

- Will you marry me?
- Excuse me.

- Will you marry--
- Excuse me.

Are you Lavernius
"Junior" Duncan?

- What?

- I'm Junior Duncan.
Who are you?

- Who I am is not important.

I'm here merely
to deliver a message.

- From whom?

- Brother Xavier.

- I don't know no
Brother Xavier.

You got the wrong cat.

Get out of here.

- Well, you can be assured
that Brother Xavier knows you.

And his message is clear.

- Yeah?
So spit that shit out.

What's the message?

- The message, Mr. Duncan,

is for you to stop fornicating
with his wife.

- What?

- I said...

Brother Xavier wants you
to stop

fornicating with his wife.

- And what if I don't?

- Then, Junior Duncan,

I'd recommend you get your
personal affairs in order,

as your time among the living
will be short.

- Shit.

- Action!