All the Queen's Men (2021) s01e02 Episode Script
Silent Partner
- MALE ANNOUNCER: This program
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Viewer discretion is advised.
- Oh, shit! Allen is here.
- [grunts] Get your ass
over here!
- MADAM: Previously on
"All the Queen's Men."
Let's go.
- You've got some nerve
coming around here.
You know what you put
my family through?
- Don't do it.
- Mr. Brown, I wanna see
your tax returns
or I'm locking you up.
- Did you know?
- No.
- If I don't like
what you're giving,
your ass is going to jail.
- So what do you got
planned for the evening?
- I'mma just go home
and just lay low.
- You about to die,
motherfucker!
- [gunshot]
- Oh, shit!
- TINA: [sobs uncontrollably]
- Bitch, shut up!
I said shut the fuck up.
- Wrap him up.
- I--I can't do that.
- Nigga, I just saved
your fuckin' life.
Wrap him up!
- What--
What are you
talking about? I--
- Ask this bitch.
Look at him!
Look at him!
Tell him.
- He--he was gonna kill you.
[sobs]
- And, what, you can't
help me clean up the body?
What the fuck are you
saying to me, Doc, huh?
- I think I'm gonna throw up.
- How are you gonna throw up?
Nigga, I'm the
one that shot him!
Get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out and
leave the ladies to do
what the fuck
y'all men can't do!
Cleaning up y'all's shit.
- I got it.
- Get him to my office.
- BLUE: Okay.
- And make this bitch help.
- BLUE: Mm-hmm.
- Please. Please.
- And talk to her--
- Please.
- 'Cuz if I have to--
bitch, shut the fuck up.
If I have to come back here,
I swear I'm gonna
kill everything breathing
in this motherfucker,
and that would be you.
- [whimpers]
- Yes, Madam.
- Fuck, I need a massage.
- TINA: [whimpers]
- Get the fuck up.
Get the fuck up.
- [whimpers]
- All right.
You got a mop, bitch?
If you don't stop
this fucking crying
Bitch, I asked you if
you had a fucking mop.
If you throw up here
on this nigga--
get a fucking mop!
Now!
She ain't never
like you, nigga.
Huh? You hear me?
Did you get a fucking mop?
If I gotta come into
that motherfucking bathroom,
I'mma choke your ass out.
- TINA: [sobs]
- Shut the fuck up!
You got any money,
bitch?
[grunts]
You stay there.
- Yuh ♪
Yuh ♪
Oh, yuh ♪
Yuh ♪
Okay, it's so good
to see you again ♪
- Mm.
- Hurry girl,
hurry girl, andale ♪
I can reach your mouth,
girl, what you say? ♪
I can see that thang,
girl, a mile away ♪
So why don't you give me
some of that pussy? ♪
Give me that,
girl, give me that ♪
- [phone rings]
- --what you're
doing this weekend ♪
- [phone rings]
- I can hit
that booty like yesterday ♪
I can see that thing,
like, a mile away ♪
So won't you pull
up, hurry, andale ♪
- [clears throat]
Madam?
- MADAM: Midnight,
get to the club now.
- ♪
- ♪
- Yeah.
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
- MADAM: Midnight,
bury him deep.
I don't want him to smell.
In the springtime,
I'll lay some concrete.
Put a patio on top of him.
- I'm taking the car up
to Virgil at the junkyard.
- That should cover it.
And dispose of the cellphone
along the way, but leave it on,
so one of the cell towers
can pick it up.
- Say less.
- Livin white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
- ♪
Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
They know not to
play with me ♪
They know I get started ♪
Asked me why I take it easy,
told them that it's harder ♪
Asked me why I sleep
[unintelligible] party ♪
They're saying
that it's light ♪
But [unintelligible] ♪
They go up,
we don't play around ♪
I don't play by my dinero ♪
Got some gangsters
in the cut now ♪
And they're doing
what I say so ♪
♪♪
- ♪
- [dog barking]
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Yo! What's good?
- Hey.
- I'm Red.
- I'm Amp.
- How's your first
night in paradise?
- It was all right.
- How many days you got?
- Sixty.
- Aw, shit, that's easy.
I got about 20 more.
- All right.
Good for you, man.
- Got a job yet?
- No. I'mma, uh,
start looking today.
- Don't worry about it.
You ain't find
shit around here.
Took me forever.
- Well, maybe my luck is better,
all right?
- Don't count on it.
My nigga, I'm washing
dishes for $5 an hour.
- Dog, but that
ain't minimum wage.
- I had to get whatever
I could take under the table.
Matter of fact, I could put
a word in for you, if you want.
- No. I'm--I'm cool, man.
I know that shit's kind
of illegal, so I'm good.
- Nigga, that's on the boss.
When I was rollin', I was
making fucking thousands.
- Nigga, what was you doing?
- Nigga, we don't talk
about this shit around here.
- AMP: Oh. My bad, brother.
I feel you.
- But if I had a legal option.
- Yeah. I get you, man.
Mad shit.
- Hey.
- AMP: Yeah?
- You got any options?
- No, man.
- So what's your plan?
- I'm gonna go online,
then try to find a job.
- As a felon? [laughs]
Ain't nobody tell you, man?
Yeah, that shit
ain't gonna work.
You're gonna burn up
all your damn minutes
trying to find a damn job.
- I think I'm good.
- A'ight.
By the way, I saw
your phone last night.
- What you doing
lookin' at my phone?
- Naw, it's just nice.
It's, like, new.
How you get that
coming out of jail?
- None of your business, man.
- A'ight.
I see you gotta be
all hard and shit.
Like, chill, I've
been locked up too.
- AMP: We all have, bro.
- That's why we're here, nigga.
I get it.
But you ain't gotta
be that way with me.
You'll see, I'm cool.
- All right, bro.
- I got your back.
I'm your roommate.
- All right.
- Have you met Bill yet?
- No. Who's Bill?
- [chuckles]
Oh, you'll see.
But you met Paul, right?
- Uh, yeah, last night.
- Yeah, total opposite.
- MAN: Amp!
Paul's looking for you!
- Shit, speaking of
Paul, that's you.
- I guess I'm new news, huh?
- Yeah, and they wanna see you.
- All right. Thanks, man.
- I got you.
- AMP: Yeah.
- Loosen up! Goddamn!
- ♪
- Mr. Harold, you
wanted to see me?
- Yeah, have a seat.
They was supposed to
get you a parole officer,
but apparently the
office is backed up.
So I'll be handling
your case until they do.
Same rules apply,
including random drug testing.
- Hey, am I testing today?
- It's called
random for a reason.
- Right.
- PAUL: Listen, don't think for
one minute that I'm gonna go
easy on you because we
live under the same roof
and got the same skin color.
I don't mind sending
any of you motherfuckers
back to prison at all.
One fuck-up,
you can get the fuck out.
- Is that it?
- For now.
- ♪
- [birds chirping]
- How did it go last night?
- We got him buried.
- Good.
- So, are we going
to talk about Doc?
- What is there to talk about?
- Him not being
able to help, Madam.
- [chortles] Blue
it is what it is. Okay?
- Madam, you saved
that nigga's life.
- [laughs] No, I didn't.
- I was there, remember?
- What I did was bought
another ally, okay?
Allen's been putting pressure
on me to sell my club to Gene,
and that shit is not happening.
So, I killed two birds
with one stoneliterally.
Got Allen's ass out the
way and Doc in my debts.
Now let me run this play, okay?
- BLUE: Okay.
- I got this.
- You always stay two
steps ahead of them niggas.
- [chuckles]
You already know.
- BLUE: I like your style.
- Yes, speaking of
steps, step over there.
I have a surprise for you.
- [chuckles]
Oh yeah? And what's that?
- Not much.
Just a little something
to say thank you.
- Where he at?
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Come on.
- ♪
- Now, don't be shy.
- I ain't shy.
- MADAM: Hurry your ass up.
- Somebody talking always ♪
When I wake up
in the morning ♪
It's annoying,
to be honest ♪
- I got it.
- He ain't got it.
- Come on, bro.
You gotta get
your damn weight up.
- I got my weight up.
- Yeah, if you did,
you wouldn't be
trying to pay child support.
- Hey, man, go
ahead on with that shit.
- I'm telling you,
man, you better.
- Hey, do you got a baby
and a crazy-ass baby momma?
The fuck you gonna
tell me what I need to do?
- I don't need to
have all that to know.
- Man, cut out the
fake-ass accent.
Hell, we all know
you ain't Latin.
- You don't know shit.
- Yo, but look, seriously,
I got a problem.
- [clanking]
- What is it, bro?
- So that VIP chick
that kept me up there
for an hour last night?
- What the hell
was that all about?
- Yo, tell me why
that was the judge?
- Yo! I thought
I recognized her!
- She wore my ass out last
night, and Patty was there.
- Bro, I told you,
be careful with that shit.
- I know, man.
- She takin' care
of you, though?
- She is.
- Yo, she not taking care of me.
Just pays for a few things.
- All his needs.
- Bro, I had one
of those before.
And when I left her
and went on to another,
she fucked all my shit up.
- What?
- Bro, all my credit.
Even got my car repossessed
'cuz it was
in both our fucking names.
- He's not that dumb.
The car's in your name, right?
- Oh, fuck, damn.
- Damn!
I hope the apartment
is in your name.
- Where the hell is Doc?
- Bro, you better hope to hell
Ms. Patty don't find out.
- Yo, where is Doc?
- She gonna find out.
- She's gonna find out, bro.
- Bullshit.
- Hey, guys!
- Hey, Toni.
- Hey, what's up?
- How y'all fellas doing?
- I'm doing all right.
How you doing?
- You know, just trying to keep
it tight while running this gym.
- Yeah, damn sure looking tight.
- Looks like you ain't
missed a day in the gym.
- Thank you. Fuego,
can you come take a look
at the computer I DJ with
in the spin room?
I'm having trouble
logging in to my music.
- Yeah, you know he got you.
He can do all
that computer shit.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Can you look now?
- Yeah. Yeah, come on.
- They--
- 'Bout--
- To--
- BOTH: --boot!
- ♪
- ♪
- Mm.
Ooh.
I can't remember the last
time I had one of these.
- Mm-hmm.
- She got all the swag ♪
Birkin bag, grocery bag,
she got all the bags ♪
- Damn, thank you, Madam.
Fuck.
- No, thank you, Blue.
Thank you for always
having my back.
I can't count on many people.
But you? You a real one.
- You being
sentimental on me, Madam?
- [laughs] No.
I just appreciate you, Blue.
All right, now it's
time for our mani and pedis.
- See, this is what
I'm talking about, right?
This is how you
thank a motherfucker.
- [laughs]
- You know you
the only one ♪
Girl, you know
you the only one ♪
- No.
That is how you
thank a motherfucker.
- ♪
- See it?
- Yeah.
All you have
to do is this.
That, update,
refresh this, and
- Let me see.
Let me see. Let me see.
So you were saying
refresh this, update that.
Oh. Thank you.
- But I think you knew that.
- What makes you think that?
I just wanted to see
how you were doing.
I haven't seen you in a while.
- I'm good.
I gotta get back out there.
- I saw you guys dancing online.
- Online? We're not
supposed to be online.
- I saw it.
- I should look that
up and talk to Madam.
- I wish I could see it
live, but uh, you know
- What?
- I got the real
thing in front of me,
so why do I need
to go to a club?
I really wanna see you.
- See--
- What?
- Look.
- I got money if that's it.
- Ain't about the money.
That really ain't my thing.
- That ain't really?
Or it ain't?
- Look, I'm a sexual man.
- Didn't I give you the best
blowjob you've ever had?
That's what you said.
- I was--
- You was what?
- Come on.
- You come on!
- Toni--
- TONI: Mm-hmm?
- ♪
- [Unzips Fuego's pants
and unbuckles belt]
- ♪
- [grunts]
Fuck.
Toni.
- ♪
- [screams]
- Hey! Hey!
- [screams]
- Hey, break it up!
Break it up!
Leave her alone!
Leave her alone!
- SHEMIKA: [pants]
- Are you okay?
- I didn't do nothing to them.
- MADAM: Then why
are they fighting you?
- They always make fun of me.
- Here.
Dry your eyes off.
- Madam? You all right?
- I'm good. Get my table.
- Okay.
- I got blood on your scarf.
I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
It's a handkerchief.
I have plenty of them.
You can keep it.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Why are they making fun of you?
- Look at me.
- What? I'm looking.
What are you talking about?
- Don't act like
you don't see it.
I'm fat, and my clothes are--
- Do you have a phone?
- SHEMIKA: No.
- I didn't think so.
Take this.
- I can have it?
- Yeah.
Look, my number
is in there, okay?
Now, if they come back and
they fuck with you again,
you let me know.
You call me, okay?
- For real?
- Yeah.
Let me see that.
I'm gonna call somebody.
- [phone rings]
- Oh, what
the fuck does she want?
Answer!
- [beep]
- Miss Madam!
Yeah, I'm looking at
r-r-racks and r-r-racks
of things for you, honey.
- Bring 'em to the club.
- GABRIEL: You got it!
- Look, Gabriel, I'm gonna
send somebody to you.
- What, we got a
fine new dancer?
- MADAM: No.
It's a new friend of mine.
What's your name?
- Shemika.
- It's Shemika, okay?
Get her dressed very nice for
school and send me the bill.
Just tell me how much it is.
- No, ma'am.
- MADAM: Excuse me?
- I am tired of you and
your little charity cases.
I dress divas, not these
little underprivileged girls
you send up in here.
- Shemika, this
is Gabriel, okay?
What I'm gonna need
you to do is go see him.
And he's going to be nice.
And if he's not,
then you let me know,
'cuz you have my number, okay?
- Madam, I'm on the phone.
- I know you on the phone,
and I know you can hear me,
bitch, listen.
If you are rude
to this little girl,
I will fuck you up,
you hear me?
- GABRIEL: Madam, I gotta
say this one thing to you.
You are a strange bi--
colorful character.
I've seen you bash
a ho's head in,
but you--you stop the car to
help a kitten and these kids.
- Yeah, well, someone has to.
Yo' ass ain't.
Here, baby, take this.
- Thank you.
- Call me if you need me.
Hold your head up, baby.
- ♪
- ♪
- Uh, sorry.
- Is she okay?
- Yeah. She's okay.
- You always helping.
- Well, Dime, there's
always someone in need.
Speaking of, I wanted
to say thank you.
- For?
- For dropping off my
nephew the other day.
- Sure.
- I saw the way you
were looking at him.
[chuckles]
- What?
- Girl, please, you
know I know women, okay?
And it's been--it's
been a while for you, Dime.
- Yeah, I am just
trying to work.
- What's going on?
For real, what's going on?
- Can we just focus on the club?
- ♪
- Okay.
My club is on autopilot.
Baby girl, I'm about
to open up another one.
- Really?
- Yeah.
And I am considering
letting you run it.
I mean, you have
been kicking ass for me.
- Thank you, Madam.
- Oh, you gettin' deep.
- No, I need this--
- I had a long night.
I want happy thoughts.
Okay? Happy thoughts.
Let's drink.
- Yeah, you the one
bringing up my ex, though.
- Okay, forget I
did it, all right?
- DIME: Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Silly girl.
- Fine.
- ♪
- That's her.
- Yeah?
- Damn.
- You gonna go talk to her?
- Look like she's busy.
- You've been coming here twice
a week with money you don't have
just 'cuz you heard
she comes here.
Go talk to her.
- No.
- I'm not gonna let
you pass this by.
- You see what them
guys look like in there?
- Look at you! You can do it.
- [chuckles]
I'm good on that.
- I'm sick of this shit.
You wanna work at Club Eden?
Go on!
All the money they make?
You're just as hot.
- You say that now, but you get
jealous every time I be dancing.
- That was before all
this damn rent was due.
- Shit.
- Go talk to her.
- Okay.
- Go on!
- Okay, okay.
- ♪
- [indistinct chatter]
- Uh, hi.
- Hi.
- I'm Jay.
- [chuckles] Hi, Jay.
- Uh
- Is there something you
wanna say to me, Jay?
- Uh
- Baby, spit it out, come on.
Time is money.
- I want to dance at your club.
- [chuckles]
No, thank you.
I have enough dancers.
- But I'm good, though.
- No.
- JAY: Okay.
- Damn, Jay!
Do you give up that easy?
- No, I'm sorry. Uh
- Are you any good?
- JAY: Yeah, I'm really good--
- Turn around. Let me see.
Let me see your ass.
- DIME: [laughs]
- Turn around!
Come on. Stop.
Raise your shirt up.
I can't see shit.
What you think, Dime?
- I don't know.
It's, uh--he seems a little
- He's, like, passive?
- Yes.
- MADAM: That's kind of passive.
- Yeah.
- I can be aggressive.
- Ooh, clutching my pearls!
He scared me.
- Terrified. Oh my gosh.
Baby, if you want
to work at Eden,
you gonna have
to get aggressive.
Our women love aggressive.
- Oh--okay.
- LookI have
an amateur night.
Give her your number
and someone will call you.
- Thank you. [chuckles]
Thank you.
- Who is that?
- That's my girlfriend.
- You date white girls?
- Yeah.
- Don't bring that
bitch to my club, okay?
I deal in Black excellence only.
- DIME: Please don't.
- I won't.
- She jealous.
- JAY: Yeah, she is.
- No, I know she's jealous.
That wasn't a question.
- Okay. I'm sorry.
- It's fine.
You guys won't
be together long.
- Not working at Eden.
- MADAM: Mm-mm, nope.
- Sorry, boo-boo.
- I do have a question for you.
- JAY: Okay.
- You're giving me
real little dick energy.
How big is your dick?
- Uh
- He ain't ready.
- Nope.
If the inches are less than
the number of digits
in your phone number,
don't come.
- You--you talkin' about
with area code too,
or just the actual number?
- Wait, did he just
say he was 10 inches?
- Uh, if he don't
wanna--the area code,
it must be less than 6.
- You 6, 10,
somewhere in between?
- No, I got 10, yup. Yeah!
Mm-hmm. I'm--yup.
Yes, I am. Yup.
- I don't get that
energy, but it's fine.
We shall see.
- JAY: Okay.
- Thank you, Jay.
- Thank you! Thank you!
- MADAM: Bye.
- Uh, all right, bye.
- You're still here, Jay.
- DIME: Goodbye, Jay.
- Thank you.
- Do it big, do it big,
do it big ♪
- Those niggas is crazy.
- Girl.
- Dig it big, nigga ♪
Do it big, do it big,
do it big ♪
- [line trilling]
- Hello, hi.
Um, my name is Anthony.
I put in an application online.
Uh-huh.
Oh, it got rejected?
Yeah. Quick question.
How do you guys make
your decisions so fast?
Oh, okay. Uh, yeah.
That's fine, I understand.
Yeah, thanks. Yeah.
- Yo, I'm telling
you, I did all of that.
I applied to all
those jobs online.
Every time you click "felon,"
the computer kicks you.
They never see it.
- Yeah, I see.
That was the ninth one.
- You don't get it. Look.
You gotta know somebody
or it ain't gonna work.
- I kind of do, but I'm cool.
- Who? Can you put me on?
- AMP: No, man.
- Who do you know?
- My aunt.
She--she owns a club.
- What club?
- Eden.
- You kidding me, right?
- No, man. She owns Eden.
- Nigga, why the hell
you ain't working there?
- Yo, I just don't
wanna be around--
- No, you gotta call your aunt.
Hell, tell her I'm available.
I'll strip,
park cars.
- Chill. Hey, calm down, man.
Um, no, I don't think
you'd fit the bill, all right?
- What the hell
you trying to say?
- AMP: Nothing, dog.
She did ask me to work the
door, but, you know, I'm cool.
You feel me?
- Then call her!
- No, nigga.
I just told you no.
- Oh, probably too
much temptation.
Is that the reason you here?
I get it. Do you.
- Nigga, weren't
you going somewhere?
- I was just coming
here to say hi to you, man.
- You're good.
- One day, you gonna
realize I'm on your side.
- AMP: Yo, okay.
- In the meantime, I'm gonna
go work on my moves for Eden.
[laughs]
- ♪
- Ah, Miss Madam.
- Hi.
- No, no, no.
Now, don't you "hi" me.
- Mrow.
- You didn't tell me you
were sending two girls to me.
- I sent one girl to you.
- No, bitch, it took two of
everything to fit that fat ho.
- Are these my clothes?
- I mean, what do
you think this is?
- Move, let me see.
- ♪
- She's cute.
I'll take 'em all.
- Perfect, dahling.
- No, this is
perfectfor tonight.
- Alrighty.
But you still owe
me for that girl.
- Okay.
How much do you want?
- Never mind.
I had some, uh, extra things.
- Mm-hmm. Big heart too, I see.
- No, because I don't know where
she's gonna put them because
that damn girl is
about to be homeless.
- What?
- She told me she's
turning 18 and getting ready
to be put out of foster care.
- When?
- The fuck if I know.
- Okay, I'll call her tomorrow.
- There you go with
that big-ole heart.
- Oh, is that--there
you go, leaving! Bye!
- Okay, fine!
Bye, bitch!
- MADAM: Heh, bye, girl.
- Miss you, kiss you,
don't wanna be you.
- MADAM: [laughs]
Yes, you do!
- ♪
- [door opens]
- You wanted to see me?
- MADAM: Yeah, come in.
Have a seat.
- Look, I'm sorry
about last night.
- What exactly
are you sorry for?
- For leaving.
- MADAM: It's okay.
Blue handled it.
- Okay.
- Look, Doc, it's over, okay?
- No, thank you.
I mean, the motherfucker
was gonna kill me.
- Yes, he was.
- And I owe you.
- Yes, you do.
- Look, I could do just
about anything for you.
I just--I can't
have no bodies on me.
- Weak stomach?
- I just can't do that.
Likethat's some
20 to life type shit.
- Not if you do it right.
- Yeah, I get that,
but what about Tina?
- What about her?
- You not afraid she
gonna say something?
- Look at my face.
Does it look worried?
- DOC: No, but
- MADAM: But, what?
You think she will?
- I don't know.
- MADAM: Okay.
Well, I'll pay her a
visit just to make sure.
- You think that's wise?
- I think you should get dressed
and get ready for tonight.
- All right.
- Thank you.
- See you, Madam.
- ♪
[club music continues
in background]
- Come in!
- FUEGO: Hey, Madam.
- Hey.
- I came across some footage
online of the guys and myself
doing various routines.
Not sure who recorded
it or posted it,
but it popped up
on my Explorer page.
Anyway, a few people
have reposted it.
- I have a strict no-phone,
no-filming policy.
- I know. But this
may not be a bad thing.
If it goes viral,
it could create even
more buzz for the club.
- More buzz does
mean more customers.
All right.
But we need to figure out how
to monetize it moving forward.
- I know. Don't reveal
any of the customers,
short clips of the dances--
- Give them just enough--
- --of the experience.
- Exactly.
All right. Go with it.
- Done deal.
- Let the fellows know I'll be
in the locker room in a second
for roll call.
- Will do.
Gracias, Madam.
- Thank you, papi.
- ♪
- DIME: Hey, ladies!
The doors of Eden are now open.
- I'm giving her fever,
I'm giving her fever ♪
We keep feeling,
I give her fever ♪
I'm giving her fever ♪
I'm giving her fever ♪
The way she roll
I give her fever ♪
I'm giving her fever,
I throw away ♪
I told her fuck all those
haters, people take flight ♪
You with me, girl,
them nigga weren't made right ♪
I put the AP on your roof and
bitch I made time ♪
Heard through the grapevine,
that nigga stayed mine ♪
But fuck that shit,
you wouldn't want it ♪
No more playtime ♪
Okay, okay, now ♪
Okay, okay, now ♪
♪
- Excuse me.
- What?
- There are no photos allowed.
- KEISHA: Shoot, as much
as I paid to get in here?
- How much did you pay?
- Twenty damn dollars.
- Yeah, I can tell
that's a lot for you
by your shoes and your weave.
Look, I run
a nice establishment.
And for the privacy
of my customers,
there are no photos allowed.
- Is there a problem?
- Y'all bitches crazy.
- Did she just call me a--
- I got her.
- No, no, no.
- You got who? You got who?
- I want this one.
Are you crazy?
Hey, stop the music.
Y'all get off the stage.
Excuse me, everybody!
Now, I was talking to--
What is your name?
- Keisha.
My nose is bleeding!
- I was talking to Keisha
My Nose Is Bleeding,
and I told her that
no photos were allowed.
And she proceeded
to call me a bitch.
- CROWD: Ooh!
[laughing]
- Exactly.
Y'all know I frown
on that shit, right?
So, Keisha
My Nose Is Bleeding
is no longer allowed
in my establishment.
Now, if I see her
ass around here again,
Keisha My Nose Is Bleeding,
more than your nose
will be bleeding.
You got me?
- CROWD: [shouting]
- Get the fuck out!
- WOMAN: Get out!
- CROWD: [laughing and cheering]
- All right.
Now start the music.
Have fun, ladies!
- [crowd cheering]
- A hundred
millie in my pocket ♪
Half a thousand on my feet ♪
I see these bitches
that he's stalking ♪
And trying to be like me ♪
I wonder if I taught a class
on how to be my mini me ♪
Dude, that cash
equate to 10,000 hours ♪
Girl, pay that fee ♪
- ♪
♪
- [cheers and applause]
- ♪
- Hey.
I want you guys to go over there
and show Ms. Tandy
a little extra attention.
- Anything we should know?
- Well, she's one of my elites,
so if you take good care of her,
she'll take good care of you.
Make sure she has a good time.
- We can handle that.
- Her and her friends
always pay well.
Mm-hmm.
- ♪
You gon' wake
up to an ocean ♪
'Cuz I'm so deep ♪
In ♪
No, it's not a summer rain ♪
♪
Get slippery when wet,
just like the road sign ♪
Let me help you
make a mess, girl ♪
We gonna both slide ♪
- ♪
- Yo.
What up with that?
- Ms. Adams.
- That's the same lady
who made the tamales?
- Yeah.
- Damn, that look good.
That's the same lady
with the carrot cake?
- Yes.
- ♪
- Yo, Fuego, let me
get a chunk of that, bro.
- Help yourself.
Just save me some.
- Is it that same thick chick
that brought those chicken wings
a couple of weeks ago?
- Yes, this is from the woman
who brought the tamales,
the cake, and the wings.
Ay dios mio!
- MADAM: You get
fat, you get fired.
And they're eating lasagna.
You better keep that shit tight.
- ♪
- [phone ringing]
- Yo.
- Hey.
What you doin'?
- About to eat something.
- TINA: I can't
believe she killed him.
- What?
- Madam.
She's so cold-blooded.
- DOC: Yo, what the fuck
is you talkin' about?
- TINA: Doc, you know
that she killed Allen.
- Look, Tina, what did
I tell you about calling me
when you smoking that shit?
- What?
- Look, get off my phone.
- TINA: Doc, you know she--
- ♪
- He saw her.
I know he did.
- I believe you.
- This woman is out of control.
- I know that.
And it's my job to
get her under control.
So don't worry about it.
I got it.
Nothing is gonna
happen to you.
- You don't know how she is.
You didn't see her kill him.
- Tina, I understand that.
But I need you to stay calm.
Listen, if you fall apart,
we may not get her.
So I need you
to hold yourself together.
We got it. Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Thank you.
- I'll be in touch with
you in a few days, okay?
Soon as we find out something.
- Okay. Thank you.
- No, thank you.
- ♪
- [sobs]
- ♪
♪♪
- ♪
- ♪
- ♪
is rated TV MA-LSV
and is intended
for mature audiences.
Viewer discretion is advised.
- Oh, shit! Allen is here.
- [grunts] Get your ass
over here!
- MADAM: Previously on
"All the Queen's Men."
Let's go.
- You've got some nerve
coming around here.
You know what you put
my family through?
- Don't do it.
- Mr. Brown, I wanna see
your tax returns
or I'm locking you up.
- Did you know?
- No.
- If I don't like
what you're giving,
your ass is going to jail.
- So what do you got
planned for the evening?
- I'mma just go home
and just lay low.
- You about to die,
motherfucker!
- [gunshot]
- Oh, shit!
- TINA: [sobs uncontrollably]
- Bitch, shut up!
I said shut the fuck up.
- Wrap him up.
- I--I can't do that.
- Nigga, I just saved
your fuckin' life.
Wrap him up!
- What--
What are you
talking about? I--
- Ask this bitch.
Look at him!
Look at him!
Tell him.
- He--he was gonna kill you.
[sobs]
- And, what, you can't
help me clean up the body?
What the fuck are you
saying to me, Doc, huh?
- I think I'm gonna throw up.
- How are you gonna throw up?
Nigga, I'm the
one that shot him!
Get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out and
leave the ladies to do
what the fuck
y'all men can't do!
Cleaning up y'all's shit.
- I got it.
- Get him to my office.
- BLUE: Okay.
- And make this bitch help.
- BLUE: Mm-hmm.
- Please. Please.
- And talk to her--
- Please.
- 'Cuz if I have to--
bitch, shut the fuck up.
If I have to come back here,
I swear I'm gonna
kill everything breathing
in this motherfucker,
and that would be you.
- [whimpers]
- Yes, Madam.
- Fuck, I need a massage.
- TINA: [whimpers]
- Get the fuck up.
Get the fuck up.
- [whimpers]
- All right.
You got a mop, bitch?
If you don't stop
this fucking crying
Bitch, I asked you if
you had a fucking mop.
If you throw up here
on this nigga--
get a fucking mop!
Now!
She ain't never
like you, nigga.
Huh? You hear me?
Did you get a fucking mop?
If I gotta come into
that motherfucking bathroom,
I'mma choke your ass out.
- TINA: [sobs]
- Shut the fuck up!
You got any money,
bitch?
[grunts]
You stay there.
- Yuh ♪
Yuh ♪
Oh, yuh ♪
Yuh ♪
Okay, it's so good
to see you again ♪
- Mm.
- Hurry girl,
hurry girl, andale ♪
I can reach your mouth,
girl, what you say? ♪
I can see that thang,
girl, a mile away ♪
So why don't you give me
some of that pussy? ♪
Give me that,
girl, give me that ♪
- [phone rings]
- --what you're
doing this weekend ♪
- [phone rings]
- I can hit
that booty like yesterday ♪
I can see that thing,
like, a mile away ♪
So won't you pull
up, hurry, andale ♪
- [clears throat]
Madam?
- MADAM: Midnight,
get to the club now.
- ♪
- ♪
- Yeah.
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
- MADAM: Midnight,
bury him deep.
I don't want him to smell.
In the springtime,
I'll lay some concrete.
Put a patio on top of him.
- I'm taking the car up
to Virgil at the junkyard.
- That should cover it.
And dispose of the cellphone
along the way, but leave it on,
so one of the cell towers
can pick it up.
- Say less.
- Livin white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
Livin' white chalk, uh, uh ♪
- ♪
Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
They know not to
play with me ♪
They know I get started ♪
Asked me why I take it easy,
told them that it's harder ♪
Asked me why I sleep
[unintelligible] party ♪
They're saying
that it's light ♪
But [unintelligible] ♪
They go up,
we don't play around ♪
I don't play by my dinero ♪
Got some gangsters
in the cut now ♪
And they're doing
what I say so ♪
♪♪
- ♪
- [dog barking]
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Yo! What's good?
- Hey.
- I'm Red.
- I'm Amp.
- How's your first
night in paradise?
- It was all right.
- How many days you got?
- Sixty.
- Aw, shit, that's easy.
I got about 20 more.
- All right.
Good for you, man.
- Got a job yet?
- No. I'mma, uh,
start looking today.
- Don't worry about it.
You ain't find
shit around here.
Took me forever.
- Well, maybe my luck is better,
all right?
- Don't count on it.
My nigga, I'm washing
dishes for $5 an hour.
- Dog, but that
ain't minimum wage.
- I had to get whatever
I could take under the table.
Matter of fact, I could put
a word in for you, if you want.
- No. I'm--I'm cool, man.
I know that shit's kind
of illegal, so I'm good.
- Nigga, that's on the boss.
When I was rollin', I was
making fucking thousands.
- Nigga, what was you doing?
- Nigga, we don't talk
about this shit around here.
- AMP: Oh. My bad, brother.
I feel you.
- But if I had a legal option.
- Yeah. I get you, man.
Mad shit.
- Hey.
- AMP: Yeah?
- You got any options?
- No, man.
- So what's your plan?
- I'm gonna go online,
then try to find a job.
- As a felon? [laughs]
Ain't nobody tell you, man?
Yeah, that shit
ain't gonna work.
You're gonna burn up
all your damn minutes
trying to find a damn job.
- I think I'm good.
- A'ight.
By the way, I saw
your phone last night.
- What you doing
lookin' at my phone?
- Naw, it's just nice.
It's, like, new.
How you get that
coming out of jail?
- None of your business, man.
- A'ight.
I see you gotta be
all hard and shit.
Like, chill, I've
been locked up too.
- AMP: We all have, bro.
- That's why we're here, nigga.
I get it.
But you ain't gotta
be that way with me.
You'll see, I'm cool.
- All right, bro.
- I got your back.
I'm your roommate.
- All right.
- Have you met Bill yet?
- No. Who's Bill?
- [chuckles]
Oh, you'll see.
But you met Paul, right?
- Uh, yeah, last night.
- Yeah, total opposite.
- MAN: Amp!
Paul's looking for you!
- Shit, speaking of
Paul, that's you.
- I guess I'm new news, huh?
- Yeah, and they wanna see you.
- All right. Thanks, man.
- I got you.
- AMP: Yeah.
- Loosen up! Goddamn!
- ♪
- Mr. Harold, you
wanted to see me?
- Yeah, have a seat.
They was supposed to
get you a parole officer,
but apparently the
office is backed up.
So I'll be handling
your case until they do.
Same rules apply,
including random drug testing.
- Hey, am I testing today?
- It's called
random for a reason.
- Right.
- PAUL: Listen, don't think for
one minute that I'm gonna go
easy on you because we
live under the same roof
and got the same skin color.
I don't mind sending
any of you motherfuckers
back to prison at all.
One fuck-up,
you can get the fuck out.
- Is that it?
- For now.
- ♪
- [birds chirping]
- How did it go last night?
- We got him buried.
- Good.
- So, are we going
to talk about Doc?
- What is there to talk about?
- Him not being
able to help, Madam.
- [chortles] Blue
it is what it is. Okay?
- Madam, you saved
that nigga's life.
- [laughs] No, I didn't.
- I was there, remember?
- What I did was bought
another ally, okay?
Allen's been putting pressure
on me to sell my club to Gene,
and that shit is not happening.
So, I killed two birds
with one stoneliterally.
Got Allen's ass out the
way and Doc in my debts.
Now let me run this play, okay?
- BLUE: Okay.
- I got this.
- You always stay two
steps ahead of them niggas.
- [chuckles]
You already know.
- BLUE: I like your style.
- Yes, speaking of
steps, step over there.
I have a surprise for you.
- [chuckles]
Oh yeah? And what's that?
- Not much.
Just a little something
to say thank you.
- Where he at?
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Come on.
- ♪
- Now, don't be shy.
- I ain't shy.
- MADAM: Hurry your ass up.
- Somebody talking always ♪
When I wake up
in the morning ♪
It's annoying,
to be honest ♪
- I got it.
- He ain't got it.
- Come on, bro.
You gotta get
your damn weight up.
- I got my weight up.
- Yeah, if you did,
you wouldn't be
trying to pay child support.
- Hey, man, go
ahead on with that shit.
- I'm telling you,
man, you better.
- Hey, do you got a baby
and a crazy-ass baby momma?
The fuck you gonna
tell me what I need to do?
- I don't need to
have all that to know.
- Man, cut out the
fake-ass accent.
Hell, we all know
you ain't Latin.
- You don't know shit.
- Yo, but look, seriously,
I got a problem.
- [clanking]
- What is it, bro?
- So that VIP chick
that kept me up there
for an hour last night?
- What the hell
was that all about?
- Yo, tell me why
that was the judge?
- Yo! I thought
I recognized her!
- She wore my ass out last
night, and Patty was there.
- Bro, I told you,
be careful with that shit.
- I know, man.
- She takin' care
of you, though?
- She is.
- Yo, she not taking care of me.
Just pays for a few things.
- All his needs.
- Bro, I had one
of those before.
And when I left her
and went on to another,
she fucked all my shit up.
- What?
- Bro, all my credit.
Even got my car repossessed
'cuz it was
in both our fucking names.
- He's not that dumb.
The car's in your name, right?
- Oh, fuck, damn.
- Damn!
I hope the apartment
is in your name.
- Where the hell is Doc?
- Bro, you better hope to hell
Ms. Patty don't find out.
- Yo, where is Doc?
- She gonna find out.
- She's gonna find out, bro.
- Bullshit.
- Hey, guys!
- Hey, Toni.
- Hey, what's up?
- How y'all fellas doing?
- I'm doing all right.
How you doing?
- You know, just trying to keep
it tight while running this gym.
- Yeah, damn sure looking tight.
- Looks like you ain't
missed a day in the gym.
- Thank you. Fuego,
can you come take a look
at the computer I DJ with
in the spin room?
I'm having trouble
logging in to my music.
- Yeah, you know he got you.
He can do all
that computer shit.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Can you look now?
- Yeah. Yeah, come on.
- They--
- 'Bout--
- To--
- BOTH: --boot!
- ♪
- ♪
- Mm.
Ooh.
I can't remember the last
time I had one of these.
- Mm-hmm.
- She got all the swag ♪
Birkin bag, grocery bag,
she got all the bags ♪
- Damn, thank you, Madam.
Fuck.
- No, thank you, Blue.
Thank you for always
having my back.
I can't count on many people.
But you? You a real one.
- You being
sentimental on me, Madam?
- [laughs] No.
I just appreciate you, Blue.
All right, now it's
time for our mani and pedis.
- See, this is what
I'm talking about, right?
This is how you
thank a motherfucker.
- [laughs]
- You know you
the only one ♪
Girl, you know
you the only one ♪
- No.
That is how you
thank a motherfucker.
- ♪
- See it?
- Yeah.
All you have
to do is this.
That, update,
refresh this, and
- Let me see.
Let me see. Let me see.
So you were saying
refresh this, update that.
Oh. Thank you.
- But I think you knew that.
- What makes you think that?
I just wanted to see
how you were doing.
I haven't seen you in a while.
- I'm good.
I gotta get back out there.
- I saw you guys dancing online.
- Online? We're not
supposed to be online.
- I saw it.
- I should look that
up and talk to Madam.
- I wish I could see it
live, but uh, you know
- What?
- I got the real
thing in front of me,
so why do I need
to go to a club?
I really wanna see you.
- See--
- What?
- Look.
- I got money if that's it.
- Ain't about the money.
That really ain't my thing.
- That ain't really?
Or it ain't?
- Look, I'm a sexual man.
- Didn't I give you the best
blowjob you've ever had?
That's what you said.
- I was--
- You was what?
- Come on.
- You come on!
- Toni--
- TONI: Mm-hmm?
- ♪
- [Unzips Fuego's pants
and unbuckles belt]
- ♪
- [grunts]
Fuck.
Toni.
- ♪
- [screams]
- Hey! Hey!
- [screams]
- Hey, break it up!
Break it up!
Leave her alone!
Leave her alone!
- SHEMIKA: [pants]
- Are you okay?
- I didn't do nothing to them.
- MADAM: Then why
are they fighting you?
- They always make fun of me.
- Here.
Dry your eyes off.
- Madam? You all right?
- I'm good. Get my table.
- Okay.
- I got blood on your scarf.
I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
It's a handkerchief.
I have plenty of them.
You can keep it.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Why are they making fun of you?
- Look at me.
- What? I'm looking.
What are you talking about?
- Don't act like
you don't see it.
I'm fat, and my clothes are--
- Do you have a phone?
- SHEMIKA: No.
- I didn't think so.
Take this.
- I can have it?
- Yeah.
Look, my number
is in there, okay?
Now, if they come back and
they fuck with you again,
you let me know.
You call me, okay?
- For real?
- Yeah.
Let me see that.
I'm gonna call somebody.
- [phone rings]
- Oh, what
the fuck does she want?
Answer!
- [beep]
- Miss Madam!
Yeah, I'm looking at
r-r-racks and r-r-racks
of things for you, honey.
- Bring 'em to the club.
- GABRIEL: You got it!
- Look, Gabriel, I'm gonna
send somebody to you.
- What, we got a
fine new dancer?
- MADAM: No.
It's a new friend of mine.
What's your name?
- Shemika.
- It's Shemika, okay?
Get her dressed very nice for
school and send me the bill.
Just tell me how much it is.
- No, ma'am.
- MADAM: Excuse me?
- I am tired of you and
your little charity cases.
I dress divas, not these
little underprivileged girls
you send up in here.
- Shemika, this
is Gabriel, okay?
What I'm gonna need
you to do is go see him.
And he's going to be nice.
And if he's not,
then you let me know,
'cuz you have my number, okay?
- Madam, I'm on the phone.
- I know you on the phone,
and I know you can hear me,
bitch, listen.
If you are rude
to this little girl,
I will fuck you up,
you hear me?
- GABRIEL: Madam, I gotta
say this one thing to you.
You are a strange bi--
colorful character.
I've seen you bash
a ho's head in,
but you--you stop the car to
help a kitten and these kids.
- Yeah, well, someone has to.
Yo' ass ain't.
Here, baby, take this.
- Thank you.
- Call me if you need me.
Hold your head up, baby.
- ♪
- ♪
- Uh, sorry.
- Is she okay?
- Yeah. She's okay.
- You always helping.
- Well, Dime, there's
always someone in need.
Speaking of, I wanted
to say thank you.
- For?
- For dropping off my
nephew the other day.
- Sure.
- I saw the way you
were looking at him.
[chuckles]
- What?
- Girl, please, you
know I know women, okay?
And it's been--it's
been a while for you, Dime.
- Yeah, I am just
trying to work.
- What's going on?
For real, what's going on?
- Can we just focus on the club?
- ♪
- Okay.
My club is on autopilot.
Baby girl, I'm about
to open up another one.
- Really?
- Yeah.
And I am considering
letting you run it.
I mean, you have
been kicking ass for me.
- Thank you, Madam.
- Oh, you gettin' deep.
- No, I need this--
- I had a long night.
I want happy thoughts.
Okay? Happy thoughts.
Let's drink.
- Yeah, you the one
bringing up my ex, though.
- Okay, forget I
did it, all right?
- DIME: Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Silly girl.
- Fine.
- ♪
- That's her.
- Yeah?
- Damn.
- You gonna go talk to her?
- Look like she's busy.
- You've been coming here twice
a week with money you don't have
just 'cuz you heard
she comes here.
Go talk to her.
- No.
- I'm not gonna let
you pass this by.
- You see what them
guys look like in there?
- Look at you! You can do it.
- [chuckles]
I'm good on that.
- I'm sick of this shit.
You wanna work at Club Eden?
Go on!
All the money they make?
You're just as hot.
- You say that now, but you get
jealous every time I be dancing.
- That was before all
this damn rent was due.
- Shit.
- Go talk to her.
- Okay.
- Go on!
- Okay, okay.
- ♪
- [indistinct chatter]
- Uh, hi.
- Hi.
- I'm Jay.
- [chuckles] Hi, Jay.
- Uh
- Is there something you
wanna say to me, Jay?
- Uh
- Baby, spit it out, come on.
Time is money.
- I want to dance at your club.
- [chuckles]
No, thank you.
I have enough dancers.
- But I'm good, though.
- No.
- JAY: Okay.
- Damn, Jay!
Do you give up that easy?
- No, I'm sorry. Uh
- Are you any good?
- JAY: Yeah, I'm really good--
- Turn around. Let me see.
Let me see your ass.
- DIME: [laughs]
- Turn around!
Come on. Stop.
Raise your shirt up.
I can't see shit.
What you think, Dime?
- I don't know.
It's, uh--he seems a little
- He's, like, passive?
- Yes.
- MADAM: That's kind of passive.
- Yeah.
- I can be aggressive.
- Ooh, clutching my pearls!
He scared me.
- Terrified. Oh my gosh.
Baby, if you want
to work at Eden,
you gonna have
to get aggressive.
Our women love aggressive.
- Oh--okay.
- LookI have
an amateur night.
Give her your number
and someone will call you.
- Thank you. [chuckles]
Thank you.
- Who is that?
- That's my girlfriend.
- You date white girls?
- Yeah.
- Don't bring that
bitch to my club, okay?
I deal in Black excellence only.
- DIME: Please don't.
- I won't.
- She jealous.
- JAY: Yeah, she is.
- No, I know she's jealous.
That wasn't a question.
- Okay. I'm sorry.
- It's fine.
You guys won't
be together long.
- Not working at Eden.
- MADAM: Mm-mm, nope.
- Sorry, boo-boo.
- I do have a question for you.
- JAY: Okay.
- You're giving me
real little dick energy.
How big is your dick?
- Uh
- He ain't ready.
- Nope.
If the inches are less than
the number of digits
in your phone number,
don't come.
- You--you talkin' about
with area code too,
or just the actual number?
- Wait, did he just
say he was 10 inches?
- Uh, if he don't
wanna--the area code,
it must be less than 6.
- You 6, 10,
somewhere in between?
- No, I got 10, yup. Yeah!
Mm-hmm. I'm--yup.
Yes, I am. Yup.
- I don't get that
energy, but it's fine.
We shall see.
- JAY: Okay.
- Thank you, Jay.
- Thank you! Thank you!
- MADAM: Bye.
- Uh, all right, bye.
- You're still here, Jay.
- DIME: Goodbye, Jay.
- Thank you.
- Do it big, do it big,
do it big ♪
- Those niggas is crazy.
- Girl.
- Dig it big, nigga ♪
Do it big, do it big,
do it big ♪
- [line trilling]
- Hello, hi.
Um, my name is Anthony.
I put in an application online.
Uh-huh.
Oh, it got rejected?
Yeah. Quick question.
How do you guys make
your decisions so fast?
Oh, okay. Uh, yeah.
That's fine, I understand.
Yeah, thanks. Yeah.
- Yo, I'm telling
you, I did all of that.
I applied to all
those jobs online.
Every time you click "felon,"
the computer kicks you.
They never see it.
- Yeah, I see.
That was the ninth one.
- You don't get it. Look.
You gotta know somebody
or it ain't gonna work.
- I kind of do, but I'm cool.
- Who? Can you put me on?
- AMP: No, man.
- Who do you know?
- My aunt.
She--she owns a club.
- What club?
- Eden.
- You kidding me, right?
- No, man. She owns Eden.
- Nigga, why the hell
you ain't working there?
- Yo, I just don't
wanna be around--
- No, you gotta call your aunt.
Hell, tell her I'm available.
I'll strip,
park cars.
- Chill. Hey, calm down, man.
Um, no, I don't think
you'd fit the bill, all right?
- What the hell
you trying to say?
- AMP: Nothing, dog.
She did ask me to work the
door, but, you know, I'm cool.
You feel me?
- Then call her!
- No, nigga.
I just told you no.
- Oh, probably too
much temptation.
Is that the reason you here?
I get it. Do you.
- Nigga, weren't
you going somewhere?
- I was just coming
here to say hi to you, man.
- You're good.
- One day, you gonna
realize I'm on your side.
- AMP: Yo, okay.
- In the meantime, I'm gonna
go work on my moves for Eden.
[laughs]
- ♪
- Ah, Miss Madam.
- Hi.
- No, no, no.
Now, don't you "hi" me.
- Mrow.
- You didn't tell me you
were sending two girls to me.
- I sent one girl to you.
- No, bitch, it took two of
everything to fit that fat ho.
- Are these my clothes?
- I mean, what do
you think this is?
- Move, let me see.
- ♪
- She's cute.
I'll take 'em all.
- Perfect, dahling.
- No, this is
perfectfor tonight.
- Alrighty.
But you still owe
me for that girl.
- Okay.
How much do you want?
- Never mind.
I had some, uh, extra things.
- Mm-hmm. Big heart too, I see.
- No, because I don't know where
she's gonna put them because
that damn girl is
about to be homeless.
- What?
- She told me she's
turning 18 and getting ready
to be put out of foster care.
- When?
- The fuck if I know.
- Okay, I'll call her tomorrow.
- There you go with
that big-ole heart.
- Oh, is that--there
you go, leaving! Bye!
- Okay, fine!
Bye, bitch!
- MADAM: Heh, bye, girl.
- Miss you, kiss you,
don't wanna be you.
- MADAM: [laughs]
Yes, you do!
- ♪
- [door opens]
- You wanted to see me?
- MADAM: Yeah, come in.
Have a seat.
- Look, I'm sorry
about last night.
- What exactly
are you sorry for?
- For leaving.
- MADAM: It's okay.
Blue handled it.
- Okay.
- Look, Doc, it's over, okay?
- No, thank you.
I mean, the motherfucker
was gonna kill me.
- Yes, he was.
- And I owe you.
- Yes, you do.
- Look, I could do just
about anything for you.
I just--I can't
have no bodies on me.
- Weak stomach?
- I just can't do that.
Likethat's some
20 to life type shit.
- Not if you do it right.
- Yeah, I get that,
but what about Tina?
- What about her?
- You not afraid she
gonna say something?
- Look at my face.
Does it look worried?
- DOC: No, but
- MADAM: But, what?
You think she will?
- I don't know.
- MADAM: Okay.
Well, I'll pay her a
visit just to make sure.
- You think that's wise?
- I think you should get dressed
and get ready for tonight.
- All right.
- Thank you.
- See you, Madam.
- ♪
[club music continues
in background]
- Come in!
- FUEGO: Hey, Madam.
- Hey.
- I came across some footage
online of the guys and myself
doing various routines.
Not sure who recorded
it or posted it,
but it popped up
on my Explorer page.
Anyway, a few people
have reposted it.
- I have a strict no-phone,
no-filming policy.
- I know. But this
may not be a bad thing.
If it goes viral,
it could create even
more buzz for the club.
- More buzz does
mean more customers.
All right.
But we need to figure out how
to monetize it moving forward.
- I know. Don't reveal
any of the customers,
short clips of the dances--
- Give them just enough--
- --of the experience.
- Exactly.
All right. Go with it.
- Done deal.
- Let the fellows know I'll be
in the locker room in a second
for roll call.
- Will do.
Gracias, Madam.
- Thank you, papi.
- ♪
- DIME: Hey, ladies!
The doors of Eden are now open.
- I'm giving her fever,
I'm giving her fever ♪
We keep feeling,
I give her fever ♪
I'm giving her fever ♪
I'm giving her fever ♪
The way she roll
I give her fever ♪
I'm giving her fever,
I throw away ♪
I told her fuck all those
haters, people take flight ♪
You with me, girl,
them nigga weren't made right ♪
I put the AP on your roof and
bitch I made time ♪
Heard through the grapevine,
that nigga stayed mine ♪
But fuck that shit,
you wouldn't want it ♪
No more playtime ♪
Okay, okay, now ♪
Okay, okay, now ♪
♪
- Excuse me.
- What?
- There are no photos allowed.
- KEISHA: Shoot, as much
as I paid to get in here?
- How much did you pay?
- Twenty damn dollars.
- Yeah, I can tell
that's a lot for you
by your shoes and your weave.
Look, I run
a nice establishment.
And for the privacy
of my customers,
there are no photos allowed.
- Is there a problem?
- Y'all bitches crazy.
- Did she just call me a--
- I got her.
- No, no, no.
- You got who? You got who?
- I want this one.
Are you crazy?
Hey, stop the music.
Y'all get off the stage.
Excuse me, everybody!
Now, I was talking to--
What is your name?
- Keisha.
My nose is bleeding!
- I was talking to Keisha
My Nose Is Bleeding,
and I told her that
no photos were allowed.
And she proceeded
to call me a bitch.
- CROWD: Ooh!
[laughing]
- Exactly.
Y'all know I frown
on that shit, right?
So, Keisha
My Nose Is Bleeding
is no longer allowed
in my establishment.
Now, if I see her
ass around here again,
Keisha My Nose Is Bleeding,
more than your nose
will be bleeding.
You got me?
- CROWD: [shouting]
- Get the fuck out!
- WOMAN: Get out!
- CROWD: [laughing and cheering]
- All right.
Now start the music.
Have fun, ladies!
- [crowd cheering]
- A hundred
millie in my pocket ♪
Half a thousand on my feet ♪
I see these bitches
that he's stalking ♪
And trying to be like me ♪
I wonder if I taught a class
on how to be my mini me ♪
Dude, that cash
equate to 10,000 hours ♪
Girl, pay that fee ♪
- ♪
♪
- [cheers and applause]
- ♪
- Hey.
I want you guys to go over there
and show Ms. Tandy
a little extra attention.
- Anything we should know?
- Well, she's one of my elites,
so if you take good care of her,
she'll take good care of you.
Make sure she has a good time.
- We can handle that.
- Her and her friends
always pay well.
Mm-hmm.
- ♪
You gon' wake
up to an ocean ♪
'Cuz I'm so deep ♪
In ♪
No, it's not a summer rain ♪
♪
Get slippery when wet,
just like the road sign ♪
Let me help you
make a mess, girl ♪
We gonna both slide ♪
- ♪
- Yo.
What up with that?
- Ms. Adams.
- That's the same lady
who made the tamales?
- Yeah.
- Damn, that look good.
That's the same lady
with the carrot cake?
- Yes.
- ♪
- Yo, Fuego, let me
get a chunk of that, bro.
- Help yourself.
Just save me some.
- Is it that same thick chick
that brought those chicken wings
a couple of weeks ago?
- Yes, this is from the woman
who brought the tamales,
the cake, and the wings.
Ay dios mio!
- MADAM: You get
fat, you get fired.
And they're eating lasagna.
You better keep that shit tight.
- ♪
- [phone ringing]
- Yo.
- Hey.
What you doin'?
- About to eat something.
- TINA: I can't
believe she killed him.
- What?
- Madam.
She's so cold-blooded.
- DOC: Yo, what the fuck
is you talkin' about?
- TINA: Doc, you know
that she killed Allen.
- Look, Tina, what did
I tell you about calling me
when you smoking that shit?
- What?
- Look, get off my phone.
- TINA: Doc, you know she--
- ♪
- He saw her.
I know he did.
- I believe you.
- This woman is out of control.
- I know that.
And it's my job to
get her under control.
So don't worry about it.
I got it.
Nothing is gonna
happen to you.
- You don't know how she is.
You didn't see her kill him.
- Tina, I understand that.
But I need you to stay calm.
Listen, if you fall apart,
we may not get her.
So I need you
to hold yourself together.
We got it. Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Thank you.
- I'll be in touch with
you in a few days, okay?
Soon as we find out something.
- Okay. Thank you.
- No, thank you.
- ♪
- [sobs]
- ♪
♪♪
- ♪
- ♪
- ♪