All the Queen's Men (2021) s01e01 Episode Script

-Ugh, I gotta
get my hair done.
Who the hell do I think I am?
Did I pay the gas bill? Shit.
These motherfuckers
better not be stealing from me.
What time is it? Fuck!
You supposed to be a bad bitch?
You ain't shit.
Where's that damn watch?
I cannot believe my
daddy has Alzheimer's.
I'm gonna whip my sister's ass
if she ain't taking care of him.
This is some bullshit.
I'm not sick.
I'm not taking
these pills and shit.
I'm stressed, okay?
Who the hell are you?
I'm stressed. I'm you.
You ain't me.
You used to be me.
I've gotta call Blue.
Where's Dime?
I need a dog.
Who gonna clean up
after that motherfucker?
I wonder if I
could kill my sister.
I'm stressed.
You strut your shit.
You are James Deville's
daughter, and don't you
let these motherfuckers
forget it.
Hello?
-Hey, Auntie.
I'm out.
Oh, oh, yeah, daddy!
Oh, oh! Mm! Mm!
- That's my pussy.
-Yes, yes, yes!
Oh, mm!
Oh, yes, oh!
Mm, mm, mm
- Allen is here. Ooh!
- Oh, shit, Allen is here!
- Shit!
I'm gonna fuck him.
- Doc, don't do this.
It's my husband. Hurry up.
- All right.
It's some bullshit.
- Hurry up! Go.
- All right.
- Hurry up!
- Go, go, go, go, go.
-It's some bullshit, girl.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Baby.
I thought you went to
Detroit for the day.
- Got postponed.
- Yeah. Okay.
- Where are you going?
- I need to shower.
- Well, before you do that--
- So you had him park
around the corner, huh?
Get your ass over here.
Let me go.
- You gonna tell me who
he is right fucking now!
Tell me who he is, bitch!
Tell me who he is!
You gonna tell me who he is.
That's what you want?
That's what the fuck you want?
You gonna tell me who he is!
Who is it? Who is it?
- Please.
- Auntie.
My bad.
Madam.
- Throw that shit
in the car. Let's go.
Use this.
Your phone from
'09 will not work.
- Thanks.
- And thank you
for picking me up.
-No problem.
- No, for real, thank you.
You're the only family
that hasn't disowned me.
- So, 60 days in a halfway
house and you're free.
- Yeah, um, I just gotta find
a job and stack some money.
- You can always work
the door at the club.
- No. Uh, thanks.
Uh, I'll find something.
- All right, well,
if not, let me know.
- Cool
I do need a favor, though.
- Shoot.
- Can we make a quick stop
before I check in
to the halfway house?
What's the address?
-Thanks.
- Mr. Brown, where
is your attorney?
- I don't have one, Your Honor.
- Well, that's not good.
Can you not afford one?
- No, ma'am.
- He's lying.
- Instruct your client
to be quiet, please.
- You need to be quiet.
- I got you.
-Let's hear it.
- Your Honor, Mr. Brown
is working at
a strip club called Eden.
He is an exotic dancer and makes
thousands of dollars a night.
- Is that true?
- No, ma'am.
I make about $1,000 a week.
And I pay her all that I can.
- Ask him what kind
of car he drives.
- Young lady--
-Just ask him.
He's lying!
- Enough!
Mr. Brown, I wanna see your tax
returns or I'm locking you up.
You have seven days to
provide them to this court--
- Seven days?
---or you will
be dancing behind bars.
-Oh, he gets
seven days--
- Quiet! Next case.
-That's some bullshit!
-Mrs. Ellis!
- Yes?
-Mrs. Ellis, I just
wanted to say I'm sorry for--
- Hell, no.
You don't get to apologize.
You get the hell out
of here right now. Leave!
-And I don't
give a shit, Roman.
I want my--
What the fuck!?
- I've been waiting
ten years for this.
Turn around!
I wanna look in your
face when I shoot you.
You got some nerve
coming around here.
You know what you
put my family through?
Do you?
- Don't do it.
-No.
No, Terry, no.
No, if you do this,
they'll lock you up for life,
and I can't lose you too.
Baby
Baby
Baby
- Come on.
Get--get in the car.
What the fuck was
that about, huh?
- I was trying to apologize!
- What?
That was the mom?
- And her brother.
- You gotta give me a head's up
the next time you gonna do
some stupid shit like that.
Yo, you almost
got yourself killed.
- Yes, Madam.
- You should have let
Ms. Patty represent you.
- Man,
if she had come down here
and known I got
a eight-month-old,
she would cut me off.
- Wait, she taking
care of you like that?
- Come on, man.
You got somebody
taking care of you.
- Not like that.
Hey, nigga, you know you
ain't got no tax returns.
Just break her off.
- Break her--look, every
time I go over there,
she wearing new shit,
and my baby running around
in diapers with no shirt.
She ain't doing
shit with the money.
Fuck her. I'm not doing it.
I'm telling you.
- Okay, but look, if the judge
sends Madam some shit saying
she needs to dock your pay,
she gonna be pissed.
She don't like them
white folks in her business.
Nigga, you better
know what you doin'.
- Nigga, I said I got it.
Worry about your shit.
- I got mine covered.
- Uh-uh.
After that shit
you just pulled, no.
Stay your ass in the car.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Give me that.
- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.
-Hello?
Hello, Carla?
- Hey, Daddy.
- Carla?
Carla, where you at?
Carla?
Girl, where are you at?
Carla?
- Carla! Where are you?
Carla, where the fuck are you?
How you doin'?
I brought you some banana
pudding from the restaurant.
What the fuck?
Where is this fucking girl?
I'm sorry, Daddy, hold on.
- Carla, where the fuck are you?
- Amp, I need you.
-Yes, ma'am.
- Hey, what's up?
- Hey, come here.
She left him like this.
- Damn.
- Look, I need you to help
me get him cleaned up, okay?
- Yeah, I got you.
- I can't do this shit.
-Hey.
- Can't do this shit--
- Hey, hey.
I got you, okay?
Hey, Grandpa.
- They left the
birds in the air!
-They did?
-I saw them!
- Is that right?
All right, Grandpa, you gotta
let me go get you showered, hey?
Okay? I'm gonna
move you real slow, okay?
I got you. It's okay.
Alrighty. How you been?
All right, I'm just
gonna take you in back here.
All right.
- You gotta start using condoms.
- Damn. Right out the gate?
And, yes, I do.
Justsometimes.
- Well, if you did, you
wouldn't be seeing me so often.
We've gone over this.
- Doc, I'm not here
for that today.
- Okay, what is it?
- Look at this dark
spot on my shaft.
What is this?
Is this a STD?
- No. There is a medical term
for it, but I'll spare you.
Basically, this part of
your penis is dying off.
- What the fuck?
- There is a danger in getting
it erect and using cock rings.
It's like you're tying
it with a tourniquet.
You're tying it off
with all the blood in it
and then there's no circulation.
I can even now see that
you've done it just now.
So, you gotta stop doing that.
- Doc, I can't go
out there half beef.
I'm a grower.
- Well, then you're
gonna lose your penis.
- Look, this
is my job, my money.
I can't lose my dick.
- You gotta stop coming
to me asking me for help
and then
not following my advice.
- Then you need to give
me some better advice.
- Okay, if you stop doing that,
then maybe blood will go back
to the region and
you will start to heal.
But as long as you're doing
that, it cannot be helped.
I'm sorry. It's the truth.
- All right, Doc. Okay.
- Fuck!
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey, come on, let's--let's--
- Come on, come on.
It's okay, come on.
It's okay, it's okay.
Why the fuck would
she leave him like this?
- He's all clean.
He's all clean. Okay?
- Where the fuck is she?
- Thank you.
What the fuck, Carla?
Why would you leave
Daddy here by himself,
sitting in his own shit?
- Who the fuck are you
talking to like that?
- You!
- Have you been smoking in here?
- Smoke? Bitch,
you worried about smoke
and you got my daddy in here
smelling like this?
- How about you get out?
And then I don't
have to smell smoke
and you don't have
to smell shit?
- Carla. Okay, if you leave
him in here like this again,
I'm calling the police, okay?
- Call the police.
I'm sure they
would love to hear about
all the illegal stuff
that you've got going on.
Huh? How about that?
- Look, Carla, look.
Just, please, can you
let me put him in a home?
- No. You're not putting him
in a home, point made, period.
- Carla, he needs 24-hour care!
Listen to me!
- No, you listen to me!
You just can't stand that
I have power of attorney
over Daddy and the restaurant!
- So what is it? What is it?
Is it money? Is that what
you want? Money?
I will give you
whatever you want, Carla.
Let me put him in a home.
- Why are you worried about it?
You've got money, don't you?
- I do! That's why I wanna
put him in a fucking home!
- Look, it ain't
about the money.
- Then what is it about,
huh? Huh?
- You think I want
your filthy money?
Huh? That's what you think?
I don't want your money.
- Carla--
- So what?
I could end up like Daddy?
You know, you're part of the
reason that he like this anyway.
- How the fuck am I the
reason Daddy has dementia?
Hm?
- I'm not talking
about the dementia.
I'm talking about
you getting him shot.
- Look, that was a
long fucking time ago.
- How long is long enough
to forget about being shot?
Huh?
- Carla, this is my daddy too.
- Bitch, please!
- Yo, hey, come on--
- No, no, no, no,
wait a minute.
What the hell did you bring
him up in here for anyway?
After what he did?
You need to get
the fuck out, too!
You motherfucking murderer!
- Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh.
Chill the fuck out.
- I'mma go.
- No, you not going.
You stay right here.
Look--
-Madam,
can we just go?
- Ah! Madam!
Madam, that's what
they call you now?
Madam. Huh. Some bullshit.
It's just a matter of time
before they gonna find
your ass somewhere dead.
'Cause all the illegal shit
you got going on,
you down at that club,
screwing all them men.
Ha! That's rich!
You gonna go
straight to hell.
-Carla--
- And I can't wait.
I cannot wait, bitch!
- Look, I know
you're my sister--
- Half sister.
- But if I come back here,
Carla--
-What?
- --and my daddy is
sitting in his own shit--
- Come on, please.
- I'm gonna fuck that half up.
Know that!
- Get your fucking
hands off me!
- Come on.
You's a trifling,
nasty-ass bitch, you know that.
- Come on, let's go.
- Here you go.
- Don't bring your
ass back here.
Smoke in my damn house.
What kind of shit is that?
Talking about
smelling some shit.
-- Who's that?
-- Aw, fuck.
- No.
- One day you're gonna
let me dance here.
- My ladies like the men, okay?
- Oh! Your ladies
will like me, trust me.
- I'm sure they would.
- Then let me dance!
- The answer is no, okay?
No. Come on, Amp.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Shit!
- Wow, whoa,
you've really upgraded.
- Yeah. I'm doing all right.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Dime?
- Hi. New dancer?
- No. This is my nephew.
- Oh.
- Look, I need to
get my shit together.
Do me a favor.
Run him down to
the halfway house.
That's the address.
- Okay.
- And then hurry back, okay?
Get the place open.
- Sure.
Your suit is over there.
- Over there.
Why is it not in my office?
- Uh, I didn't have a chance to
drop it off. My apologies.
- All right, bring it
in there before you leave.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
-See you later.
-See you
later, baby boy.
- Oh. Thank you.
For everything.
For real.
- You're welcome.
And I will see
your face later.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Come on.
I gotta get back
before the club opens.
- Yeah.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
-It's right there.
- You do know have that
we have navigation.
- I'm sorry. My bad.
Yeah.
- And here is your
halfway house.
- Yeah.
So, are you gonna
ask why I'm here?
- No. Not my business.
I hope whatever the reason
is, you learned your lesson.
- Yeah. I did.
A thousand times over.
- Then that's all that matters.
- Yeah.
Uhyo, do you
work at the club?
- I'm the DJ.
And Madam's assistant.
Kind of like a manager.
You gonna be working there?
- Uh, no, nah. I, uh
I'mma get something of my own
doing something else.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Why you say it like that?
- Well, halfway house,
I assume jail.
And so it's gonna be
hard to find a decent job.
- Yeah. I was in jail, but
yeah, I don't wanna
be out around the alcohol
and all the
craziness, feel me?
- Hm.
- My granddad,
he owned the club,
I grew up around it.
And I believe that's
probably why
I'm in the mess
that I'm in, so, yeah.
- Sure.
- Yeah, um,
thank you for the ride.
- Yeah. You're welcome.
- Drive safe.
- Shit, Madam.
You gotta tell me
when you're walkin' up in here.
- Sorry.
- Madam?
-Oh, yeah?
- We got to get this
money out of the club.
- Look, I know, okay?
- You can't keep leaving
this money here overnight.
- It's fine, Blue. Chill.
- Now you know I don't trust
these motherfuckers. Hm?
- What I do know is that if some
shit pops off, you got my back.
So we good.
- You know I would kill every
last motherfucker there is.
- That's for sure.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
- You look stressed out as hell.
Let me guess.
Your sister and your daddy.
- Look, Blue, I need a lawyer.
- What's wrong with Marcus?
- No, I need someone, um--
someone that does family law.
Doesn't Ms. Patty do that?
You don't want to use her.
- Why not?
- You want a lawyer
that drives a Prius
and takes care of Babyface?
- I want someone that can help.
That's what I want.
I hear she's good, so
- All right.
I'll see if
Ms. Patty's coming tonight.
- Thank you.
-And Madam?
We gonna get this money
out of here tomorrow.
- Got it. Thank you!
- Yo.
-Hey.
- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah.
-Did he know?
-No, no.
-Come on. You sure?
-No, he--he didn't.
-Okay.
-You coming
by later tonight?
-It'll be late
when I get off work.
-That's okay.
I'll leave the key on the
left side, on the left tire.
-Okay, I'll see you then.
I'm late.
-Okay.
-Let me get in here.
- You fucking a dude
that works at my club?
That bitch is
gonna sell this club.
I'll be as cool
as I can about this.
She gonna see.
You do this shit to me
I'm gonna tear
this whole bitch down.
- Fuck.
- All right, fellas.
It's roll call.
- Madam.
- El Fuego.
Come on, papi,
you know the drill.
- I know. I just like
when you call me papi.
Te gusta, Madam?
- What is that smell?
Really, Babyface?
So what, you gonna go out there
smelling like
a peppermint again?
I had a customer
complain last week.
Said she couldn't
feel her tongue
after you gave her a lap dance.
- She was licking my leg.
- Glad you could join us, Doc.
Look, you know the rules.
I don't play that late shit.
- Yes, ma'am.
- You have your ass here on time
or not at all, are we clear?
- Crystal.
- Hey, Midnight.
- Madam
- All right, fellas.
It's game time.
All the elite clients
are at their usual tables.
Show 'em some love.
And let's have a great night.
- Hey, are you all set?
- Playlist locked in, lineup
set, photobooth prepped,
and the pleasantries
are restocked.
- This promotion suits you.
- Thanks for the raise.
I got some plans
for that extra cash.
- You earned it.
-Put your seatbelts on,
ladies.
The show is about to be begin.
-Ladies,
give it up one more time
for these sexy Atlanta hotties!
And yes, ladies, we do
take all major credit cards.
All right, ladies!
Gather your coins.
Our lovely bottle girls
will be coming around
to take your order.
Two-drink minimum, please!
Yeah, y'all heard me.
-Get ready for
the sexiest, the finest,
the longest, strongest stud
that you'll ever see.
Welcome Doc to the stage!
- NE-Okay, now here's
what I want you to do.
I want you to
look me right in my eyes.
And I want you
to tell me exactly
what you want me
to do to you.
You ready?
- Allen's outside.
Says he needs to
have a word with you.
You know he still
won't come in here?
- No. I think seeing Midnight
dancing naked traumatized him.
I'll go
see what he wants.
Be right back.
- Madam.
Lovely to see you.
- Allen.
- We got an offer on Club Eden.
- I'm not interested.
- I haven't even told
you the number yet.
- My club is not
for sale, Allen.
- Ah, our club.
Might I remind you we
have a 51/49 split, Madam.
Meaning, I can and will
entertain any reasonable offer.
Hey, hey, hey, nothing personal.
It's just business.
- Club Eden is mine.
Don't fuck with me, Fisk.
- Madam, they're offering double
what we paid for this building.
- Who's they? Hm?
- Gene.
- Gene Marks?
My old boss?
Over my dead body, no.
- It's a good deal, Madam.
- For who? Hm?
- What did he say?
- Nothing.
The motherfucker lost his mind.
Think I'm selling my club.
That's crazy.
- Fuck no.
You worked too
goddamn hard to get here.
- I know.
- He just mad because
Doc is fucking his wife.
- What?
- Yeah.
- Does he know?
- No, you know
you'd fuck him up.
- No, he don't know Doc.
He don't come around
here enough to know him.
- Mm.
- You know what?
- Hey, Tina, it's Madam.
-Yeah?
- I'm gonna ask you this one
time and then I'm gonna send
someone to pay you a visit.
-Please don't.
- Does Allen know
you're fucking Doc?
Answer me, bitch.
-Yes.
- When did he find out?
-Today.
He wants me to get him
to come over after work.
- Where? To your house?
-Yeah.
- All right.
- How's it going?
- There's Ms. Patty.
Is that who you want
to represent you?
- Chill, okay?
I haven't even
talked to her yet.
- Okay.
- Hey, Ms. Patty.
- Hey!
- Can we share Babyface
tonight with someone else?
- Aww, okay.
- Please. Thank you.
Come here, Face.
So there's someone
in VIP asking for you.
Go get the money for the house.
She's got on a hell of a rock.
- I got you.
- Thank you.
- Oh, and I heard that
Roman is in the parking lot.
- Is he in the
parking lot right now?
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
Go get that money.
- You wanted to see me?
- Midnight, do you remember
a promoter I
told you about, Roman?
The one that's been dodging me?
- Yeah.
- Well, right now,
he is over at Club Drip
buying bottles and tables.
He owes me $50,000.
- Yeah, let me go have
a conversation with him.
- Mm-mm.
I can handle it.
I do want you and Blue to
come over there with me, though.
- Hm. I get to watch. Okay.
- Hey, there.
- Mm, hm-hm.
I was down there.
It looked like a lot more than a
thousand dollars a week to me.
- Ah, shit!
- Now, let me tell you
how this is gonna go.
If I don't like
what you giving
your ass going to jail.
- Damn.
- Now get on your knees.
- Where's my fucking money, huh?
- What the fuck?
- You've been dodging me, Roman.
Haven't been answering my calls.
Apparently you think
I'm the kind of bitch
you can get around
to getting back to.
- Please, Madam--
- Don't you fucking
bleed on me.
If I have to come back and
have another conversation,
Roman, this shit gonna
feel like a massage.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
- Hey, Doc, come here.
What do you have
planned for the evening?
- Nothing really.
Um, I'm tired.
I'mma just go home
and just lay low.
- Okay.
- All right.
- Yo, Fuego, I'm headed over
to do a private party tonight
Madam set up.
You wanna roll?
- Tonight?
- Yeah, a grand plus tips.
Brah made three
stacks last time.
- You've gotta hump them
chicks for that kind of cash?
- Meh, they just wanna be held.
Naked.
- No, thanks. I'm good.
- More money for me.
- Yo, why is it so dark in here?
- 'Cause you're 'bout
to die, motherfucker.
- Oh, shit!
- No, nigga, that would be you.
- Fuck.