Ŝingle Mother Children's

Location: Harrison Estate, main dining hall. Long mahogany table, 10 seats. Frank at the head. Everyone else seated by rank.

FRANK (cutting steak, not looking up): We eat in silence until business is done.

LEON (grinning, pouring wine): Business is done, Don. Unless you count Lucas getting banned from three casinos this week as ‘business’.

LUCAS (leaning back, smirking): They banned me because I win too much. Not my fault their dealers can’t shuffle.

IVANAR (quiet, scrolling phone): You lost $400k in chips before you won it back. I had to wipe the footage. Again.

LUCAS: See? That’s why I keep you around, bro. You clean up my fun.

LEONARD (stirring soup, deadpan): And I clean up your debt. Your casino tab hit my desk this morning. Signed ‘L.H.’ again. Real subtle.

HARRY (slamming glass down): At least he’s not hiding behind a laptop like some of us. I handle real shipments. Real guns. Real blood.

IVANAR (without looking up): You mean the shipment I rerouted through customs because you forgot to file paperwork? Real smart, Harry.

HARRY: I don’t need paperwork when I’ve got loyalty—

LORIAN (interrupting, calm): Loyalty doesn’t stop federal agents, Harry. Paperwork does. Sit down before Frank decides you’re not ‘real’ enough to sit at this table.

LARRY/LAMILAN (from the end of the table, mouth full): Can we talk about how Leon’s club got raided last night? Because I saw the news headline: ‘Fashion Mogul Caught With…’

LEON (throws napkin at him): Shut it, baby brother. That was a PR stunt. My club’s fine. Unlike your GPA.

LARRY: Hey! I’m still passing! Barely! But I passed!

LILLIAN (from her seat, bored): You guys are so loud. Mom would’ve made you eat outside if she were here.

LARRISSA: She’d make you eat outside for bringing your gun to dinner, Larry.

LARRY (patting jacket): It’s for protection! Frank said I’m training!

FRANK (finally looks up, eyes cold): Training doesn’t mean waving it at dessert. Put it away before I put you in the basement with Ivanar’s servers for a week.

Table goes quiet for 3 seconds.

LEONARD: Speaking of servers... Ivanar, did you trace who leaked the hotel guest list?

IVANAR: Already handled it. Guy’s now working for us... permanently. In HR.

LORIAN: Translation: he’s buried under the new wing of Harrison Hotels. Good work.

LUCAS: Damn, we really are a family business huh? One brother hacks, one buries, one launders, one shoots... and Larry just eats.

LARRY: I’m learning! I shot a target today! 50 meters!

LEON: Yeah, and missed the target by 50 meters. Hit Frank’s car instead.

Beat.

FRANK (deadpan): New car arrives Monday, Larry. You’re paying for it with your allowance.

Everyone laughs except Larry and Harry.

HARRY: This is why they don’t respect me yet... because you all joke around like we’re not running a damn empire!

FRANK: We run an empire because we joke around. Keeps us sharp. Keeps us human. Now eat before your food gets cold... and before Lucas starts another war over dessert.