Everyone got it — Elmore had been faking power using Franco's name.

Kendal spoke into the phone. “Franco, it seems your distant relative here's been misbehaving for a while. Are you sure you're not protecting him in secret?"

Franco snapped back, "Kendal, you know me. Elmore's practically a stranger. I have no idea how he's pulling this off. I warned him before but he isn't listening. Kendal, if he messes up again, give him a serious punishment. I don't want my rep ruined!"

Elmore's forehead started sweating cold drops.

Franco Watts wasn't close with his family but he knew how to fake it.

He'd purposely drop words, making folks think he was tight with Franco.

People clueless to the truth got conned and he'd cash in and bully them.

Mistakes happened and he always wriggled out of them.

Today, though, things had blown up beyond his expectations.

“Dad, I'm starving. Make him bow and say sorry. He should treat us to a feast," the kid urged when his dad stayed quiet.

His tone matched Elmore's arrogance. Clearly, they'd pulled this stunt plenty before.

Holding Sheldon, Lyndon shot a frosty look at the father-son duo.

Elmore, scared stiff, slapped his son.

“Shut it! This mess is all your doing!"

The kid hit the ground, stunned for a second, then bawled his eyes out.

Elmore, boiling mad, barked, “Quit the tears! Cut it out!"

The kid wailed louder, never used to such treatment.

“Mommy, I want my mommy!"

Elmore grabbed his son and gave him a firm butt smack.

"Your mom spoils you. Why the tears?"