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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!