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- Previously on "The Family Business"...

- Going somewhere?

- What are you doing this weekend?

- I'm meeting with some potential client

Saturday in Playa de Migjorn.

- Legalization is right around the corner, right?

- Oh, yeah.

- We're gonna get rich.

Get your ass up! - Yeah!

- Bring it in, baby. Bring it in!

- We need to double down on legalization.

- I think Aunt London's onto something.

- Brother Xavier wants you to stop fornicating with his wife.

- And what if I don't?

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

as your time among the living will be short.

- Shit.

- What the hell are you supposed to be doing?

Intimidating me?

- No, Johnny, I'm here to kill you.

- Kill me?

- Yes, kill you.

- Oh, you must be new around here.

New or just plain stupid.

You do know I'm Johnny Boy Williams,

leader of the Aryan Nation?

And I eat darkies like you for breakfast.

- Oh, I know who you are.

And since we're in the business of introductions,

my name is Xavier.

- Yeah.

You're one of them Black National Muslims, ain't you?

- Yeah, I'm Muslim. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, wait a minute. Xavier.

Yeah, I heard of you. What the hell does

a wannabe towelhead like you want with me, huh?

You know the Nation and the Black Muslims

have been at peace for almost three years.

- And they will stay at peace. - Oh.

What's this about then, huh?

This a personal beef or-- whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did I screw one of the guys that you had your eye on, hmm?

- No. This ain't personal.

This business.

See, I'm getting paid to kill you.

Yeah.

- Who paid you?

- I don't think that matters right now.

Matter of fact, for you, it just might matter.

You ever heard the expression, "Honor amongst thieves"?

- Yeah. - Well, it appears

the Aryan leadership

has discovered that you have been stealing

from their drug enterprise for many, many years now.

And you know what,

they just paid me to make sure it doesn't continue.

- You got a visitor. - I wonder who that could be.

- Junior. Honey, you back here?

- Yeah, Ma.

- Honey, why are you back in the dark?

Did you give her the ring? She said yes! Muah!

- You didn't propose to Sonya, did you?

- Yes. - That was the plan,

but I didn't get a chance.

- So what? You forgot the ring?

- No, unfortunately,

I was interrupted by three of her husband's friends.

- Wait a minute. Husband? She's married?

- She's in process of getting a divorce.

And that's why I didn't want to tell y'all

because I know y'all would be judging her.

- Yeah, well, fat chance of that now, right?

- Yeah, you're right. I am judging her.

I told you this was gonna happen.

- Okay, okay. We'll just deal with all that later.

What I'm concerned about right now

is who these friends of her husband are.

It didn't get physical, did it? - No.

And that's what bothers me, Ma.

They weren't looking for a fight.

But they weren't backing away from one either.

- Were guns involved? - Not from what I can see.

But judging by their demeanor,

it wouldn't have mattered either way.

They were going to deliver their message

one way or the other.

- And what exactly was the message?

- To paraphrase,

her husband says for me to stay away from his wife.

But that shit ain't gonna happen.

- Oh, of course not.

Why would you stop messing

with a married man's wife just because he asked?

- She doesn't want to be with him, O.

I'm getting sick and tired of you talking shit about Sonya.

- What does Sonya have to say about all this?

I mean, is this a plausible threat?

- I don't know, Ma. She cried the whole way home.

And once she stopped crying and shaking, she told me

not to worry about him, that she would handle him.

Then she started crying again.

So I didn't want to push it.

I thought I'd wait till the morning

when everything would calm down.

But then when I woke up, she was gone.

And now she's not answering her phone.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- The only people here are your family.

I told you this, man.

- All right, you know, Orlando, with your dad still in Daytona,

I really need you to be a help, not a hindrance.

Babe, can you do that, please?

Please? - Yeah.

Yeah. Okay, man, look.

What we need to know is what you know about them and him.

- All I know is they call him Brother Xavier,

and Sonya calls him Charlie.

I know he's doing a bit Upstate for murder.

I didn't ask that many questions because I knew

that she was getting a divorce.

I trust her, O.

- Okay. - I trust her.

- All right, man, we got you. - I know, baby.

But I don't like it.

I mean, if he's capable of murder, his friends are, too.

- You're exactly right, Ma.

We need to have a lot more information.

- Yeah.

- So maybe it's time that we take that trip

you were talking about, hmm?

- Yeah.

Orlando, I think you're right.

We got you.

- Thank you.

- Wow. This is beautiful.

Your boy Niles sure knows how to live.

- Yeah, it's beautiful, right? I'm actually impressed.

- Paris, Rio.

- Nice to meet you. - Willy.

Come this way.

- So where's this illustrious host?

Shouldn't he be here to greet us?

- Should be.

- He's over there.

- My, my. Paris, Paris, you see what I see?

- Oh, yeah, Ri.

I see it.

- Oh, my God.

- Caught dinner, thought we'd eat in tonight.

- Clearly.

Let's go eat.

- I see you got my message.

- Yeah, I got your raggedy-ass message loud and clear.

Why else would I be here?

- I'd like to think that you came to your senses.

- Yeah, I came to my senses, Charles.

I want a divorce.

- My name is Xavier, and I love you.

And that ain't happening.

- You can't do nothing for me locked up in here.

I need to be held at night, made love to.

I can't do this no more.

- Look, I'm sorry. I understand, my queen.

- But I can fix this.

If my contract was reinstated.

I know it's been hard for you.

But I can make it right. I love you, Sonya.

- Don't you think it's a little too late for that?

You love me? You love your damn self.

I want to be free.

- You love this man? - Yes!

- Is that what you're telling me?!

- Yes, that's what I'm telling you.

I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did.

- You do understand that I will kill this man

and anybody that stands in between us.

The only way you are gon' be free is if one of us dies.

And I ain't going nowhere no time soon, boo.

Pardon me, my queen.

Wallahi!

- So can I get you guys anything to drink from the bar?

- I'll take my usual.

- I'll have a sex on the beach.

- You want that now or after dinner?

- Well, you can never have too much sex on the beach.

- I'll have what she's having but without him.

She doesn't like to share.

- Rio! - What?

I'm not lying. You don't like to share.

Hello?

- Rio. - Hello, Sebastian.

I was hoping you'd call.

You finish your business in town?

- Nah. Big boss isn't coming till Friday,

so I got some time on my hands.

Where you at?

- I'm just at a friend's villa, hanging out.

But I can be wherever you are.

- Yeah, okay. I'll have Baby

send the location.

Meet me. We shop till we drop.

- Do that. I'll be on my way.

Well, good people, I bid you adieu.

- Wait. Where are you going?

Aren't we supposed to go paddle boarding?

- Sorry, Paris. But Sebastian offered

to take me shopping in Playa de Migjorn.

So what did you expect me to do?

- Take me with you. I wanna go.

- What about him?

- You want to go shopping with us?

- Tell you what, you two go shopping

while I catch us some lobster for dinner.

You like lobster?

- I love lobster.

- Grazie.

- Ugh.

Paris, come on.

Paris, let's go!

Let me look at you.

I thought we'd have you out by now, but--

- It's all good, Mama.

Mama, look,

you do what you can.

And when the time comes, I'll be ready to come home.

- Yeah. - But until then, I'm good.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- You promise me that?

- Yeah. - Okay, okay.

- All right. - Good to see you, Vegas.

- So how's Nevada? - Nevada's fine.

Growing like a weed. We got his braces taken off.

Oh, you should see his smile now.

- Yeah, I know. He sent me a picture.

- He did? - Mm-hmm.

So how's Consuela, my baby's mama?

- She's good. You know,

she's spending half her time in California,

other half in New York to be with Nevada.

So she's good.

- So why are you here?

You know how I feel about social visits.

- Um--

- Junior stuck his hand in a hornet's nest.

And we need some help to get it out.

- What kind of hornet's nest?

- Well, go ahead.

So anxious to spill your guts, you know, why stop now?

- Junior's been seeing a married woman.

And her locked up husband

is not happy about it. - Yeah.

- It's not like Junior to mess with a married woman.

I guess he really must like her.

- Yeah. Your brother is sprung.

I mean, this girl got his nose so wide open,

he's not even listening to anything anybody got to say.

He want to do it his way-- - Okay.

We get the picture, Harris. To clarify, honey, she says

that she's in the midst of a divorce, so--

- Yeah, but three of her husband's buddies

rolled up on him,

three Muslims looking dudes, right?

They rolled up on him and told him

that they were gonna give me bodily harm

if he didn't stop seeing her.

- Her? She has a name. - Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm so--Sonya.

- Thank you. - They said Sonya,

that if Junior didn't stop seeing Sonya

that they would--they were gonna take his life.

- Mm.

- You said he's locked up. You got a name?

- Yeah, he goes by the name of Brother Xavier.

But his government name-- - Ho--hold on.

Are you sure they said Brother Xavier?

- Yes. Why? Do you know him?

- Only by reputation.

Brother Xavier, or Brother X, as they call him

is nobody to play with.

You tell Pops

to send someone uptown to handle this immediately.

- Okay. - Before this gets out of hand.

- Hi. - How's it going?

- How you doing? Thank you for inviting me, man.

How are you? - Hi.

- Nadja, I could have killed you.

- You wouldn't kill the woman

who writes your checks, would you?

- Nadja, what are you doing here?

- Look at me. What do you think I'm doing here?

- Mm.

Not gonna happen.

Look, I told you in Barcelona,

this is strictly a business relationship from now on.

- That's not what you said in Morocco

or last month in Athens.

- All true.

But what did I say in Milan?

- Mm, I don't remember.

Something about some American woman you met in Paris.

I was drunk, and that wasn't important.

Just like it's not important now.

- But it is. And she's here.

So you need to leave.

How--how did you even know I was in Spain?

- You didn't think you're the only one invited

to meet with them, did you?

- Who I meet with is not your concern.

I'm an independent contractor.

Any obligation I had to your family has been satisfied.

- Yes.

And now we are free to satisfy each other.

- Listen, Nadja,

I'm sorry that you came all this way for nothing.

But I really am gonna need you to leave.

- Just like that, you're putting me out?

Who is this woman who has you so ready to throw away

all we have and all that we can be?

- She's everything you're not.

- You're such a fool.

No one can love you like I do.

You'll regret this, Niles. And so will she.

- I'll take my chances.

Goodbye, Nadja.

- Brother Minister, it is a pleasure to meet you, sir.

My name is Harris Grant.

I am legal counsel for Duncan Motors.

You spoke with my father-in-law earlier. This is--

- Orlando Duncan, it's been too long.

- Yes, it has been a long time, Brother Minister.

- Yes, indeed.

- It's been 12 years since I left the school.

- And in that time, I've heard many things about you

but always with admiration and with respect.

Yes, indeed. You made an old man proud.

- Shukran, Brother Minister.

Your teachings, they have been invaluable in my life.

- Very well. Thank you. So what brings you uptown?

Sit.

- Unfortunately, my brother Junior has found himself

in a very sensitive problem

with someone who I believe to be one of the brothers.

- One of the brothers? - Yeah.

- Yes. A man by the name of Xavier.

But his government name happens to be Charles Brown.

- Yes, I know him. But he's not one of the brothers.

At least not anymore.

- I'm not sure we're following.

- Well, for many years,

Xavier was an up and coming and devout Muslim,

hard-working, honorable,

capable, one of the elite.

But he--he lost his way.

- Lost his way? - Well, let's just say

that Brother Xavier, his views are very extreme.

So much so that we had to shut him from the community

to rein him in.

But we were wrong, terribly wrong.

- With all due respect, sir, how so?

- Well, instead of humbling Xavier,

it led him to create his own group.

You ever heard of the Black Brotherhood?

- Yeah. Isn't that prison gang?

- So they would want you to believe.

They're much more than a prison gang, Mr. Grant.

They're killers, contracted killers.

- Good thing Junior is not locked up in a cell.

- This is not a laughing matter, Mr. Grant.

Xavier is not a man to be trifled with.

He has over 200 trained killers in the prison

and another 100 on the outside.

And what makes it worse, they're even more dangerous

because they have no conscience

and they are committed to their cause.

So I need to ask you, exactly why does your brother

have some sort of issue with Xavier?

- Regretfully, I have to tell you that my brother

has been sleeping with his wife for over a year now.

Islam is very clear about adultery.

And because of Xavier's extreme beliefs,

he'll be led to take his life

and anyone who stands in his way,

if for no other reason,

to not lose faith with his followers.

- I'm clear.

But you know we are not gonna let that happen,

which is why I came to ask for your help.

Nobody wants a war.

- Okay. We have some people who still talk to his people.

Perhaps there's a way to get Xavier

to accept an olive branch, so to speak.

We'll give it a try.

But I can't guarantee anything.

- Thank you.

That's all I can ask is that you try.

And for that, I am truly grateful.

- Good to see you again.

- Great to see you, Brother Minister.

- Yes, you too.

- 298, 299, 300.

- Hey, man. Jefferson and Dosan

are coming through.

- All right, let 'em in.

About time.

- Italians just got word

that the little problems in Attica and Broadway

have been handled.

They send their thanks for taking care

of that little piece of business.

- Just tell 'em a proper payment would be thanks enough.

What else? - Speaking of business,

arrangements have been made.

- Good. Very good. - Good?

When we getting paid, X? - My name is Xavier.

And what--is he a rookie or something?

What's that, COD? Cash on delivery.

- He's just excited is all. He'll pull it together.

- He better 'cause if he fuck this up,

they're gonna find both of y'all floating

in the Hudson tomorrow,

6:00 a.m., breaking news.

I'll break your ass.

- Contact him. This was delivered already.

- Yeah.

What is up with the--what's up with the status in Miami?

- I don't know.

Pilot radioed in earlier today and said that Paris and Rio

are headed toward Spain this morning.

- Spain? What the hell are they doing in Spain?

- I'll let you know as soon

as I can get one of them to call me back.

But until then, we need to get these reports done.

Pop is gonna be here tomorrow morning.

- I need your signature here.

- Did you get those purchase orders from Florida?

- I think we can just rearrange those numbers if we move

these over to the second unit.

And I think that will balance

both of them out on paper at least.

- Did you get those-- - Brother Minister

to see Orlando Duncan. - Nevada Duncan.

- Nevada Duncan, it's good to meet you.

- You too. - Ah.

I'll get you to Orlando in just a minute.

- Very well.

- Hello. - Hey.

- There's some man named Brother Minister

who wants to see you.

- Brother Minister's here? - Yeah.

- Okay, thanks.

- I wonder what this is about.

- I don't know. But it must be important

for him to come down here himself and not call me first.

Brother Minister.

- Orlando Duncan. Good to see you again.

- Good to see you again.

- Sorry for the unannounced visit.

But I've got some sensitive news regarding Xavier.

- Okay, please come in. - Thank you.

- Have a seat.

Would you like some water, Brother Minister?

- No, thank you, Brother Orlando.

We received word from our prison grapevine

that Xavier has escaped from prison.

- Wait a minute, escaped? Are you sure?

- Well, our prison resources have been

pretty reliable in the past.

We expect that the news media

will begin broadcasting this within the hour.

- Brother Minister, I've never known you to be one

who beats around the bush.

So please, tell me why you really came down here.

- Well, the only solution is that your brother

leave Xavier's wife alone.

- That's not gonna happen. I know my brother.

- Well, that's unfortunate.

Now if he were my brother,

I would keep him safe and well-guarded.

- Harris. - Yeah.

- The first order of business is making sure

that Junior stays in this house on lockdown.

Take away his keys.

And if he has a problem with that,

he can take it up with me or Pop.

You understand? - Got it.

- And as I promised, our people will serve

as negotiators the best we can.

We can't promise resolution, but we'll try.

- Shukran, Brother Minister.

My family and I will do whatever we can to make sure

that this situation does not get out of hand.

- This psycho has already broken out of prison.

I feel like it's already out of hands.

- Perhaps. But we must try.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Good to see you, Brother Orlando.

- Great to see you, Brother Minister.

- That young man, is he coming to the school?

- I can't speak for him.

He's gonna have to decide for himself.

- Ah, very well. But you can influence him, right?

- Yeah. - Always good to see you.

- Yes. - Until next time.

- Yes. - Okay.

- Harris will show you out. - Yes, sir.

- Right this way.

- Hey. Mama Chippy said you want to see me.

- Yes, I did, my dear. - Mm.

- Well, I'm not going to pretend

that I'm happy about the things I've been hearing

these last few days about your husband's threats.

You know, I have done everything in my power

to welcome you because I like you.

And I know you love my son.

- Yes. - And I know he loves you.

On top of all of that, we're not your average family.

Takes a very special person to be a part of it.

You could have told me.

You could have told me that you were married.

- Oh, Mrs. Duncan, I told Junior--

- Don't even try to explain to me!

It won't help you. You know why?

Because you put my son and family at risk.

Oh, and in case you didn't know,

your husband escaped from prison last night.

- What? What? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. He escaped.

So I really don't have the time

nor the patience for you to sugarcoat some shit.

Now I have questions. And I want fuckin' answers.

- Okay, well, what do you want to know?

I'll tell you anything.

- Your husband...

is he planning on coming after my son?

Is he in real danger?

- I think so. I just--

- And are the rest of my family--

are they in danger, too?

- I mean, only if they get, you know, in the middle

of what he really wants.

I mean, he's relentless. I just--

- Oh, yeah. And what he really wants is you.

Yeah. - Mm.

But I promise you, I would--

I would never let nothing happen to you

or this family.

I love y'all. I really do. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- I mean, I couldn't live with myself

if something happened to y'all. I just--

- Good. Good, good.

So that means you're gonna leave my son alone?

Yeah?

- Don't make me, please.

- Can you do that? - Yes, ma'am. Please.

But how you gonna keep him away from me, huh?

Please.

- Don't worry your pretty little head about that.

- I will take care of that.

No problem. I'm just glad this didn't

have to get any uglier than it already has, okay?

Okay? Now can I call you an Uber?

Oh, we're finished here. Can I call you an Uber?

- Are you serious? - Oh, yeah. I'm very serious.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Get the fuck out of my house!

- I want to be, please.

- Welcome to the main attraction.

This is how it works. Any motion these sensors

pick up in any of the designated hot zones, boom,

it'll automatically trigger floodlights, right?

Now these floodlights cover the entire compound.

They're designated to target any vulnerable entry spots.

Best part is cameras, sensors, undetectable.

Cannot be disarmed.

Only my team knows the locations.

But motion detection system is one thing.

We're also going to be deploying

listening capabilities,

4K resolution for our video surveillance,

and of course, secure communication protocols,

the state-of-the-art encryption.

- That's perfect.

That's exactly what we needed here because what we don't need

is another invasion like the one

that we had with Consuela.

Okay, good work. We're gonna take care of you.

- All right.

- Well, this is a surprise.

Who the hell is this bitch?

And why does she have five damn passports?

Jasmine Williams.

Yevette Iyamu.

Shit.

- Damn, I missed you. - I missed you.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Mm-mm.

What's wrong? - I don't know.

Something just doesn't feel right.

- I guess it's my job to fix it.

- Is it? Oh, yeah?

- Checkmate.

- God damn, I did not see that coming.

Where'd your pretty ass learn to play chess?

- Taught myself to impress the Pops.

What about you?

- Prison. I had a lot of time on my hands,

so I taught myself how to play.

- Prison, running clubs, selling dope.

You, my friend, are very interesting.

- You have no idea. - Try me.

- In due time, I just might do that.

But right now,

I gotta concentrate on this meeting Friday.

- Hmm. You keep talking about this meeting.

What's it all about?

- Could be nothing.

It could be everything.

That depends on you.

- On me?

- I need a favor, Rio, a big one.

- I'm listening. But, you know, when people

usually ask for favors, they tend to overstep.

- I need to ask your daddy to give me more access to HEAT.

- How much more do you need?

Didn't we just up your supply by 40%?

- Mm. I'm gonna need twice that, maybe triple.

- Why? What don't I know?

- You know, the only reason why I was invited to this meeting

is because of my access to HEAT.

Europe is starving for this shit, Rio.

- You don't have access to more.

- No. But you do.

And if you say that you can't do it,

then I am royally fucked.

- Fine. I'll see what I can do.

But I'm not making any promises.

- Oh, I don't expect you to make any.

Not about this anyway.

- Clearly, I really like you, or I wouldn't be here.

But, Sebastian, you better not be playing with me

'cause if I find out that you are, I will fuck you up.

And I mean that.

Don't get it twisted, I'm still a Duncan.

- Let's go again.

- Okay,

we are gonna have to make some space.

Miss Williams, if you could just start pulling stuff,

you know, for me, that she's outgrown, you know,

or that she's never worn, you know what I mean? You know?

- Okay.

- And then when you get everything together,

put it with the stuff that my mom is donating.

- Okay, okay. - Okay.

When are they coming again?

- They're coming on Friday morning.

But what about this little skirt that Paris got her?

- Especially that little skirt that Paris got her.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

You know, I always love donating to families in need

because, you know, it's just always like--

- Hey. Hey, y'all.

- You were looking for me? - Uh-huh. Yeah. Hi, bobo.

- Can you give us a minute, please?

- Sure. - And take baby with you.

- Sure, sure. - Come on. Come on. Come on.

Daddy got that baby. Daddy got that baby.

- Here you go, Miss Williams.

- So what, you thought I wouldn't find out, huh?

You thought you could just go behind my back?

Well, you know what? My bad.

I forgot, sneaking behind my back

seems to be your specialty, huh?

- Harris, I'm not in the mood for one of your riddles.

What bug done crawled up your ass today?

- So now you're gonna try to play dumb?

Just trying to act like you don't know

that I'm talking about you going to LC behind my back

and sweet talking him out of $10 million?

$10 million, London? We talked about this.

And we haven't even discussed this as husband and wife.

Do you know how that makes me look?

- Oh, I don't know, Harris.

How about being the proud husband of a businesswoman?

- You are definitely tripping now

because that's not what it's gonna look like.

It's always gonna look like just what it is,

some spoiled rich brat being indulged by her dad.

Yeah, that's what I said. A brat.

A spoiled brat who's about to drive her family to ruin

because now she got it in her head

that she wants to be some queenpin drug dealer.

- Okay. So now I'm ruining the family business?

- Listen to me. Listen to me. Get this in your head, London.

Your business is to be a woman, okay?

My woman, my wife, mother of our children, a homemaker.

Can't you just do that?

- Oh, please. Let me get this straight.

You feeling some kind of way because I want more than this?

You expect this to be my entire life?

- No, baby! No! That is not what I'm talking about, London.

- Oh, Harris. - No, no. Baby, that's not it.

I'm just saying I want things back the way they used to be.

What you would have for me,

and together, we were about building our family.

Baby, I miss the times we used to have.

Don't you remember?

We used to walk and we would talk and hold hand for hours.

That feeling I would have inside just knowing

that you had my back

and our family's back no matter what.

That's what I miss. That's what I want.

- Baby, look, I get it. And I can appreciate that.

- I mean, here, I'm thinking we made progress in therapy.

And then you turn around and do this.

Don't that marriage mean anything

to you anymore, London?

- Harris,

I can be a wife and a mother and a businesswoman.

It's not the 1940s, Harris. What's wrong with you?

- Why has stuff got to be wrong with me because I want you

to focus on your husband and your family?

Listen to me, London. I am a damn good lawyer

and I'm a great father. And there are many women

who would be happy to be in your position.

- You know you got me fucked up, right?

You lost your damn mind. Listen, and by the way,

I am aware based on your past rendezvous

that you probably got a lot thots waiting in the wings.

But let me tell you what they can't be.

Me. Believe that.

Oh, and just for clarity,

I'm going forward with my business plans.

So you might want to stop hating and get with the program

or it's just-- you know what I'm saying?

- Or what, London? Or what?

- That's a really good question, Harris.

- I thought you didn't have time for riddles.

- Or threats.

- Don't make me have to put you back in your place, London.

- Oh, you just try it. Try it, Harris.

I want you to try it. I already dug your grave.

Poof!

- As-salaam alaikum, Brother Xavier.

- Wa-alaikum-salaam, my brother.

You have done well, well.

About my wife, do we know where she's been?

- She's been at home, alone for the last couple of hours,

since your escape made the news.

- Alone? So what is this Junior Duncan character, alone?

- He's been holed up

at their family's home out in Long Island.

- Interesting.

Have you completed what I asked?

- Everything is as you instructed,

except that the Jew wants to meet.

- I can brief you on the way to the motel.

- Good. - X. Yo, X. You're free.

So you know what time it is. Payment on delivery, right?

Your ass is free, so we need to get paid.

- As promised, half a million dollars.

- Where's mine though?

Now that's what I'm talking about.

What the fuck, X? - My name ain't X.

My name is Xavier. - What's going on, Xavier?

We put ourselves on the line for you.

Just wanna take the money and go home.

- Off top, you know too much about my organization.

And your partner here talk more than a parrot.

Long story short, your services is no longer required.

Deadass. That part.

- Action!