All the Queen's Men (2021) s01e04 Episode Script

- I think I hate when
a bitch tries me.
-Previously
on "All The Queen's Men"
- Damn, I called my aunt,
and I'm gonna go work there.
-What is going on with
you and Ms. Patty, Babyface?
- She pays for my
car, my apartment,
shit, extra cash when I need it.
-I think
you would notice.
- Notice what?
- They was getting
all the money.
- Daddy?
- Have you ever been swimming?
-What, your feet hurt?
- No.
- Then why you sitting down?
- I'm fucking tired.
-Found 'em?
- Yes.
- We gotta get that
money out the club.
- I got it, Blue, okay?
- Madam, you sittin'
on that kind of cash.
- Look, the only people that
even know the money is there
are you and I.
- We gotta get it out of there.
- Fine.
-Look
I know you don't
tell me everything,
and you have a reason for
everything that you do,
but, Madam, this shit
right here is crazy.
- Let me explain
something to you.
Cash is king, okay?
You never know when you
need to make a move,
so for now, it's good.
- Okay.
I just keep trying to tell you.
- Well, I keep trying to tell
you stay strapped,
be by my side,
and I'm good.
- Yes, ma'am, you are the queen.
- You better know it.
Watch they ass.
- Nigga, you missed a spot.
- Hey.
- More cash.
- Hey, put it right
there, thank you.
You good?
- Yeah, I'm all right.
Go home and get some rest.
- Okay.
Doc, come here.
You're okay, all right?
It's gonna be okay.
Come here, bring it down.
It's okay.
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm. Calm down.
What the fuck are you doing?
- I just wanted to show
you my appreciation.
- Let me the fuck go.
You see this shit?
This is how you thank me, okay?
My daddy taught me don't
you ever put your dick
in the cash register.
- What?
- Look, I was brought up rough,
but you need to take
that advice.
I'm not one of these
thirsty-ass bitches!
Don't you ever put your
fucking dick on my leg
or your face on mine!
You hear me?
- I'm sorry.
- Don't let that shit
happen again, Doc!
- It won't.
- I know it won't.
We good, but get the fuck out!
-I'm sorry.
- Fuck, this motherfucker
just tried to kiss me?
- What'd you say?
- Nothing. What's up?
- Kat just called.
- Okay.
- She's at your sister's house.
Your father's missing.
- What?
- Yeah.
- Get my fucking keys.
Get my shit.
- Man.
- Hi.
-Who the fuck?
Oh, shit.
You here late.
- Well, I wanted to see you, so.
- Look, Pat
- What?
- I appreciate you
paying for this place,
but you can't keep
popping up over here.
- Oh, I don't know what the
hell you talking about,
'cause if I'm paying for
this place and I have a key,
I'm coming over.
- I was thinking,
you know, just--
- What?
- Nothing.
- Make it up to me.
- Pat, I just worked all night.
The sun is about
to come up soon.
- And I know that, and I have
to go to court in the morning.
I just need, you know, a little
tune-up before I go in.
- No. You do this shit
on purpose.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- You just want to make sure
ain't nobody over here with me.
Ain't nobody in this bitch!
- Well, you know
better than to do that.
- I keep telling you that,
so you don't have to keep coming
over here checking up on me.
- I am not checking on you.
I'm just making sure you
good so that, uh, I'm good.
-Yeah, I
know what you mean.
- MS.Mm.
Come on, daddy,
you know that dildo
ain't doing nothing.
- Look, I'm tired.
- Okay.
I'll leave.
- Get yo' ass over here.
- Yes!
Oh!
Mm!
Take it off.
Now that is what mommy
came here over early for.
-- It's late for me.
- MS.- Get in here.
Yes!
You know what I want!
Ooh!
I will get you
whatever you want!
- Have you lost
your fucking mind?
- Keep this bitch away from me!
- Where the fuck is my father?
- She doesn't know.
- What?
-She says she came home
and the door was wide open.
She doesn't know where he is.
- Okay. Let me talk to her.
Got me just, Blue,
I don't give a fuck!
Bring my sister in the fucking
house and close the door.
- Now, look, Kat is my
girl, and she's on our side.
Now you see them
officers over there?
-I told you, she does.
She knows something.
- Ma'am.
- You see those two white men?
We don't know them.
So I ain't gonna
let you do that.
- 'Cause you know I'll blow that
bitch's fucking brains out.
- Yeah, that's why I
ain't gon' let you do it.
- Okay, okay.
I'm calm.
- You sure?
- I'm sure.
- Okay.
- Let me talk to her.
-I don't wanna talk.
- Carla?
- I don't have
anything to say to her.
- Then good, bitch.
Fucking listen.
-- I'm not gon' listen.
-- Listen, okay?
- I don't listen to her.
-Carla, I told you,
he needs full-time care!
I told you that!
But, no, you wanna get him in
this fucking house for a check?
How much is the fucking
check, for real?
Huh?
Oh, you don't have the answer?
Okay.
Carla, if my father
is not returned here
alive and well within one hour,
I don't give a fuck
what officer's here,
you, you, Kat, NATO,
the fucking National Guard,
I don't give a fuck.
I will be back, and I'll
motherfucking kill you,
and you know it.
Carla? Bitch, look at me!
Look at me! One hour. Got it?
Y'all can write that shit down,
'cause, yes, it was a threat.
Got it? Let's go, Blue.
- Your phone's ringing, Madam.
- What?
-Is
this Marylyn Deville?
- Madam. Who is this?
-Let's
pretend it's Allen.
- This don't sound like Allen.
-This
is how the dead sound.
- Who the fuck is this
and where is my father?
-How about
you tell me where Allen is
and I'll tell you
where your father is?
- Look, stop
bullshitting me, okay?
Who the fuck is this?
I told you who I am.
- Let me tell you
something, when I find you,
you better know exactly what the
fuck you're doing right now.
-I know
exactly what I'm doing.
- Do you know who I am?
-I do, Madam.
- Where the fuck is my father?
-The same
place you buried Allen.
- Who was that?
-I told you, she
does, she knows something.
-Ma'am. Ma'am?
-What the fuck, daddy?
Daddy, are you okay?
Blue, somebody is
fucking with me, okay?
I'm not having this shit.
- So what we gonna do?
- We have to get my
father into a home! We have to!
-I knew it!
I knew it, I knew yo' ass had
something to do with this!
You got some--
-Ma'am--
- You got our daddy sitting
in this stanking-ass club!
It's a new low. Come on, daddy.
- No, he ain't going
nowhere with you, bitch! Bitch!
-Listen.
- Fuck he ain't!
-Ma'am. You see
those officers over there?
Look at me.
We don't need no heat.
-I told you!
I told you she had
something to do with this!
Come on, daddy, let's go home.
- He--
-Madam? Madam!
-Hey.
Oh, sorry.
Look, if you're talking about
last night, forget about it.
- Oh, no, I was talking
about this PDA I'm doing.
- It's fine.
- She's just getting
ready to go to work.
- You feeling better?
- I will, soon.
It's good to see you, Kat.
-It's good to see you too.
-Avocado toast
is on your desk.
-Thank you.
You sure know how
to treat a woman.
- Yeah, and that's why
mine loves me, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- I see!
-Hey, Madam.
- Girl, look, I am not
in the mood today, okay?
- Come on.
You gonna let me dance here?
I'm telling you
- Trouble, I do not need
any new dancers, okay?
- Come on!
I can get your game up!
- Excuse me?
This is Madam.
Her game is already up.
- You better tell 'em.
- Well, listen,
you have something
more like this up in the
club, I'd come check it out.
- I think you better
take yo' ass to work.
- Oh?
- Oh, she's speaking
that Spanish to me.
I don't understand.
- Love you.
- Mm, love you too.
- See you at home? Bye, Madam.
- Bye, Kat.
- What you say?
- I say I will think about it.
- Mm, that's a start.
I'll turn that shit out.
- I bet you will.
Have a good one.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
You still trying to get
in on this amateur night?
- Nah, she ain't having it.
- Let me ask you something.
What do you want?
- I want it all.
- Okay, well, then, I think
you need to bum rush her.
We gon' throw a
surprise on Madam.
-Okay, I got you.
-Yeah, so get
ready, get your shit,
and get ready to perform
at amateur night.
Bring your fucking A-game.
- Oh, I got you, no doubt.
- Okay.
-Your nephew?
- Yeah.
-Thought so.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Who's that?
-Um--
- I'm ready to--
- Hey.
This Red.
He just brought me over.
- Okay.
- You got a really nice club.
I'll do anything to work here.
- Thank you, but I am
not hiring right now.
- You sure, 'cause I got--
- No.
She says she's not
hiring right now, okay?
- But I can.
- Thank you for the ride, yeah?
- All right.
- You can go.
- Sorry.
- You can go.
- See you, Madam.
If you ever need
anything, I'm a ride-or-die.
- I'm sorry, Madam.
- It's okay.
- Hey.
Hey, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.
I had a long-ass night
dealing with my dad.
- Hey, hey, I'm sorry.
Is there anything I could do?
- No, I'm good, I got it.
- Sure?
- Mm-hmm.
- Dime, come see me.
- Hi.
- Hey, come here.
Do me a favor.
Show my nephew what's expected
of him to work the door.
- Yes.
Sure.
-Thank you.
- Yeah.
-Come on.
- Thank you.
-Okay, come on.
Look, it's simple.
All you gotta do is
watch who's coming in.
- Right.
-Make sure that they go
through the metal detectors.
Mm-hmm.
Be sure that they pay,
and click this counter
with every entry so
that the money lines up.
Or--
- Or what?
- You'll get someone killed.
- Oh. Sorry again.
-So every time someone
comes in, press this counter.
Madam loses her shit
if this counter's
even off by one.
So you need to be paying
attention at all times.
- I got you.
- Okay, good.
- Yes.
- Come on, let me
get you a T-shirt.
- Okay.
- Tonight is amateur night,
and it's gonna be wild.
-Someone's here
to see you, Madam.
- Who?
- Not gonna invite me in?
- What do you want, Gene?
-I need to speak to
your business partner, Allen.
We're finalizing some business,
and I can't seem to
get him on the phone.
- And?
-And he seemed
rather excited about
what we're collaborating on.
- Well, Gene, that's
between you two,
and Allen is not here.
I don't know his whereabouts.
I'm not his secretary.
So if that's it,
then you can go on,
'cause I got work to do.
- I'm not sure where all this
hostility is coming from.
May I remind you?
I single-handedly
brought your first club
back from bankruptcy.
Made it to where
you were damn near
printing money over there.
My thank you, what you said,
what came out of yo'
fat little mouth,
was that I would
run the second club.
And what happened
when Drip opened, huh?
Hmm?
Oh, that's right, nothing,
not a got-damn thing.
So that is where
all this hostility
is coming from, Gene.
- That's all just
water under the bridge.
We can do new business.
I'll pass.
- Well, did Allen at least
get the chance to at least
tell you about our deal?
- Oh, yeah, you know
what, he did say that
there was some fat little
impotent man trying to
buy my club out from under me.
I told him
that would not happen,
and we came to an understanding.
-That's not the
impression that I got.
- Not my problem. Now it's time
for you to leave.
When I do buy this place,
I'ma keep this as my office,
but I think I'll probably
put my desk over there.
- Last time.
- You cool?
-Mm-hmm.
I just need to
recharge for a second.
- What you got in mind?
- Hm?
-Damn.
- What?
- They roll in there like that?
- What you talking about?
- Them dancers.
- Oh, yeah.
Top guys got all the top cars.
- Hm, I see.
- Mm-hmm.
Uh, that's amateur night.
You might want to
get back to the door.
- Yeah, my bad.
- Okay, yeah.
Uh, the amateur crowd
is smaller because
it's the earlier
part of the night.
The main crowd?
They come out for the big boys.
- I see.
Sorry.
- Hey.
- Oh, shit!
- Get up out my spot, come on.
- Is it time to start?
- Not yet, bro.
- There's the amateur
night bullshit tonight.
- Oh, that's tonight?
- Yeah.
- Hey bro, how
long you been here?
-I was just
gonna come here and study.
- You do know going to school
for all this college
computer technical shit
is not gonna make you this kind
of money out the gate, right?
- Yeah, I hear you,
but you looking at now.
Shit, you not
getting no younger.
- Yeah, you right.
-Yeah,
I know I'm right.
This shit takes a toll on you,
so don't give me no shit.
-Hey man,
just talking shit.
Proud of you, bro.
I don't know what I'm gonna do
with all these aches and pains.
-Yeah,
tell me about it.
I'm having problems
with my shit.
-Oh, I feel so
sorry for the dancers
that make all the money.
- Madam, we ain't complaining.
-Oh, no?
That's what it
sounds like to me.
- But we not.
- They just talking shit.
- Face, you got a second?
- Sure.
- So is your judge
coming tonight?
I hope not.
- Why not?
-Well, you know
Ms. Patty will be here.
-Unh-unh.
Look, I need her to come, okay?
- Sure?
- Yes.
- Okay, I'll call her.
- Thank you. You do that.
- Got you.
-All right,
fellas, let's get ready!
Let's get this money,
soon as the amateurs
get off the stage.
- Yes, Madam.
- Yes, Madam.
-Gentlemen,
let me be clear.
You all are auditioning
to work here.
If you get the
opportunity to work here,
Madam does not play.
You cannot be late,
you cannot be high,
and you cannot bring any
drugs or any other bullshit
in this club.
We clear?
-Yes.
-Okay, and
whatever you do,
do not go into
that dressing room.
That dressing room is
for our VIP dancers.
You go in there, you
will get your ass beat,
I assure you.
Okay, let me see what you got.
- I'm sorry.
- Yes?
- We gotta audition twice?
- One is for the house,
and the other is
for our lionesses.
- The lionesses?
- That's what we call our
ladies when they get drunk.
And they will eat
your ass alive.
All right, strip.
-Uh, what do you think?
- I don't know.
They have interesting looks.
- Yeah, I know.
-Oh shit, is that
the "white chick" dude?
- Right?
- What are they working with?
- Right.
- All right, cut the music off.
Let me see your dicks.
Are you guys shy?
If so, you don't even
need to audition.
That's how mama makes her money.
Let me see your dick!
Dime?
- Yes, Madam?
- Do you have a
magnifying glass?
-No, ma'am, I don't.
-No, why is that?
- 'Cause if we need to use
one, they can't work here.
- That might work.
- Mm-hmm.
- If you're desperate.
That's nice, but
that hair down there?
That's not cute.
Are you trying to
dread down there too?
-No.
- All right, well,
cut that shit off.
What the fuck is that smell?
- Ass.
- Is that you?
Look, you gotta go, bro.
Well, wait, 'cause that is nice.
Look, we need to teach
him how to bathe.
- Yeah, abso-fricking-lutely.
I'll get on it right now.
- Thank you.
Don't you ever come in here
smelling like that again, okay?
Well, now
"White girlfriend"
might work out.
- I think so.
- Mm-hmm. All right, fellas,
well, you look like you can
be a part of my amateur night.
If you do well, my
ladies love you,
you have a job.
-All right,
guys, here we go!
Kicking off Amateur Night is
I'ma call you Lotta-Body,
'cause you got a lot of body.
-Y'all see him, mm-hmm.
Go ahead, Big Daddy Whataburger.
I see you!
Bless painted on hard, whoo!
Keep moving on.
- Come on now!
Y'all throw him some cash!
Let that skinny-ass man,
buy himself a sandwich, okay?
-Go on, give it up.
- We almost done
with the amateurs?
- We got one more left.
- Okay.
Let him go and shut it down.
- It's a her.
-What?
- I think you're gonna
want to see this.
Let's give it up, ladies!
Makes some motherfucking
noise for Trouble.
- That is exactly what we need
to shake things up around here.
A whole different kind of sexy.
- Told ya.
Do yourselves a favor, then.
Re-up on your ones
and your drinks,
get your merch and be back
in your seats by then.
You don't wanna miss a
second of this shit.
- Good job up there tonight.
-I love this shit.
- It shows.
I have your info.
I'll be in touch.
-Looking
forward to it.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You thinking about doing it?
- Huh?
- Amateur Night.
- I saw you staring
at the flyer inside.
- Oh.
No.
- Why?
I see the way that these
women be checking you out.
Maybe you should?
You'd probably make
some good cash.
- I mean, that's the only reason
I really would do it, the money.
- You in a bind or something?
- Nah, just, gotta find me
a spot soon, and, you know,
stack some money right now.
- If it's something
you want to do,
I think you should do it.
- Need to do.
- I think you made
your decision.
- Your girl is good.
- Yeah.
And the women love her.
We should make her
a junior dancer.
- Yeah, Kat may like that.
- Stop.
- She's good though.
- Yeah.
- Now ain't that some shit?
- What?
-She give that
nigga all her money.
She got to be a
half-ass attorney.
- Well, she's making the money.
- Yeah, but
- Oh, shit!
-What?
-My judge.
Look, take Ms.
Patty to my office,
and then take the judge to VIP.
I'll distract her.
Is everything good?
- Yes, we are.
- You ready?
- We ready.
- Let's go.
- Excuse me, ladies?
I'm sorry, Ms. Patty.
- Huh?
- Madam would like
to talk to you.
- MS.What I do?
- Right back there,
first door to your left.
- For real?
- Just go talk to her.
- What I do?
- Just go talk to
her, be all right.
- I didn't touch his
balls or nothing.
- Go ahead.
- Damn.
-Babyface, come here.
Go to VIP.
- She showed up?
- Yeah, when your
back was turned.
Make her drink.
- Got it.
-Have a
good time, ladies.
- Come in.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Hi. Sit.
- What I do?
- Nothing, sit down.
Just wanna talk.
Here.
- What's this for?
- I just retained
you as my lawyer.
- Whoa!
- So what I'm about to tell you
is client-attorney privilege.
- Okay.
Sounds serious.
- My father has Alzheimer's.
- Oh.
-My sister has
power of attorney over him,
and she is not
taking care of him.
I want some legal advice.
- Okay.
-Go on.
- So if your sister already
has power of attorney
and he is incapacitated--
- Mm-hmm.
- Then the only
thing you could do is
have her sign it over to you.
- That's what I thought.
- Look, I am sorry.
Family law can be
really sensitive,
and maybe you should
just talk to her.
- Yeah, I'll think about that.
- Oh, I am so sorry.
- It's okay.
It's okay. You can go back out
and have a good time.
- Ooh.
-And, Ms. Patty?
- Yes?
- You already know
what I'm gonna say.
Share Babyface.
- You know I just love
him so much, girl.
-I know you do,
but the other ladies
come to see him too.
- Sure.
-All right.
- All right. All right.
So nice in here.
Face!
- Pat! You gotta get out
of here.
- Who the fuck?
Judge Ross?
-You get the fuck out
of here! Get outta here.
- MS.Face!
- Get outta here, now!
- MS.No!
- Fuck! Fuck!
Shit.
- Is the money flowing?
- Yeah.
- Where the money resides.
- What's that shit about?
- Did you let her in VIP?
- See, that's that
weak-ass shit.
Ricky!
Outside, motherfucker.
Get yo' ass out!
I said go, motherfucker!
-You had one
job, motherfucker!
Get the fuck down!
The fuck I tell you to do?
-Enough, Blue!
- No, this motherfucker
trying to make me look bad!
Who the fuck you
think I am, nigga?
- Blue, I said enough!
Come on, the judge is leaving.
Are you ready?
-- Yeah.
-- Let's go.
-Motherfucker!
- Will I see you tomorrow?
-Mm-hmm.
Good night.
-Be careful.
- Oh, shit!
What the hell is wrong with you?
- After everything
I've done for you?
- Pat, listen--
- MS.No!
I'm about to make your
life a living hell.
You hear me, ho?
- You don't even
know what's going on!
- MS.I don't wanna know!
Fuck you!
- Damn!
- Get out of the car, ma'am.
- What?
-Did you not
hear me, ma'am?
Get out of the car.
- I'm a judge.
I know my rights.
- Have you been drinking?
- No.
- I smell the alcohol
from here, ma'am.
Please step out of the car.
Excuse me? Yes, thank you.
- I'm a judge.
- All right, ma'am,
you're under arrest.
Come from behind the door.
- What?
-Come from behind the
door. You're under arrest.
-Wait,
wait, hi, officer.
I own this club right back here,
and this lady is one
of my VIP clients.
- I don't give a fuck.
She's going to jail.
- No, no, I'm a judge!
- Please, please,
wait, listen to me.
I can drive her home, please?
Please.
- Fine.
I will give you a
warning for now.
- Thank you.
-But, judge?
You should know better.
-Hey, thank
you, thank you so much.
- Oh, judge, don't
thank me just yet.
- What?
- Hm, you just
became my new bitch.