All the Queen's Men (2021) s01e05 Episode Script

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We gonna throw
a surprise on Madam
-Make some
motherfucking noise for Trouble.
-Previously on
"All The Queen's Men."
- Click this counter
with every entry,
so that the money lines up.
- Or what?
- You'll get someone killed.
- Face?
- Pat, you got
to get out of here.
You're under arrest.
Come from behind the door.
- What?
- Come from behind
- This lady is
one of my VIP clients.
You just became my new bitch.
- Excuse me?
- Let me introduce myself to
you. My name is Madam.
I own this club right here,
and I know that you not
only enjoy the club,
but you enjoy the dick.
- I beg your pardon?
- Oh, Judge.
Now, rest assured, this does not
have to be adversarial.
- And you don't have
to be some vulgar.
- Now, I am all
about women's lib, okay?
That's my thing.
Now, if your husband
can be out here
fucking these little bitches,
then you can be in VIP
getting some dick.
That's what I say.
- You don't know me.
You know nothing about me.
- Okay, that's fine.
Are you not the judge that
was running for public office.
- I'm leaving.
- So you want to go to jail?
Is that what we're saying?
- What do you want?
- Well, Judge, you would be
very happy to know
how reasonable my requests are
and how decent of a woman I am.
- You are not going
to blackmail me.
- Blackmail?
No, no, I would never do that.
- What do you call this?
- Oh, this right here?
- Yeah.
- This is what I would like
to call you do what I say,
or I will fuck your life up.
That's what this is.
- I am a judge.
I will have you arrested.
- That's cute. I'm Madam,
and I will have you on every
newspaper legs spread open.
Yeah, there are cameras.
- Oh. Oh, no.
- They saw every
single thing
- Oh, my god.
- you were doing.
- What is it? What do you want?
- Ah-ah-ah, calm the fuck down.
Are you calm? Huh? Better.
Now, first of all,
I will make sure that he pays
his child support,
okay, on time, and you will not
send him to jail. That's one.
Then, you will take however
much he can pay. That's it.
That's two, and number three,
know that you are always welcome
to come right back here
to my club,
do whatever you want to in VIP.
That's none of my business.
Just make sure if you come back,
bring some fucking cash.
- That is illegal.
- Oh, are we still doing that
shit right now, huh?
Now, get it together.
Get it together.
Breathe because I need you
to listen up.
This is a very important point.
It's the last one, last.
There will be a case that will
come in your courtroom,
and it will involve an older man
who has Alzheimer's.
His name is James DeVille,
and he is my father,
and you, Judge, will grant me
power of attorney, got it?
I'll see you soon, and girl,
you wearing the fuck
out of that dress.
- I need a ride home.
- Oh, girl, you can go.
She's not going to mess
with you. See you soon.
- Come in.
Oh, thank you.
- Anytime.
- Good night.
All right. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Have a good--
Hey. How are you doing?
- I'm doing what I got to do.
- I see you still beefing.
- Come on, I got to, Madam.
- Look, Midnight,
go back to the doctor, okay?
- I hear you.
- Do it.
- Okay. Thank you, Madam.
- Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
- Hey, I need to talk to you.
- Have you spoken to her?
- No, I haven't.
- So what?
She hasn't called you?
- No, she didn't.
- Okay.
- What do you want me to do?
- Nothing, sit back.
Let's see what our next move is.
- Okay, but maybe she just
wanted to talk to me.
- Oh, no.
She talked to the police.
- She did?
- Yeah, but chill out.
They have nothing, okay?
- Okay.
- You're going to be okay?
- I guess. Have a good one.
- All right.
- All right.
- Get some rest.
- Hey.
- Hey, how was your first night?
- It was good.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, but that amateur night,
that shit was crazy.
- I know, right?
- Yeah.
- Do it every week.
- Like, they got paid.
- We make money here, baby.
That's what we do.
- What if I told you that
I'm thinking about doing it?
- I would say think long
and think hard.
It is not easy,
and when you start making money
like this, it's hard to stop.
- Yeah, I understand that.
- Think about it.
- I will. Thanks.
- We got a problem.
- Oh, all right. I'll
- No, no, no, this involves you.
- What?
- He was working the door
tonight. We're short 320.
- Really?
- Are you No.
- And Amp's clicks are higher
than his count.
- In all due respect, Madam,
you've got to stop
hiring these thugs.
I mean, this dude,
his count is off.
He probably can't even count.
- Yo, what the fuck are you
- Ah-ah-ah, shut up.
- You heard her, boy.
- Go on.
- Look, I can tell you
on my job.
I saw him clicking twice
on people coming in last night.
- Really?
- Madam.
- Look at him.
-This nigga is lying, yo.
- Who a fucking liar, boy?
- Bitch, who the fuck
you talking to
- That's my nephew,
motherfucker.
Don't lie on him. I've been
watching your ass for months.
Nigga, get the fuck up.
If you get blood
on my carpet
I said get the fuck out.
So about amateur night,
if you do decide, let me know,
okay, and think long and hard.
Amp!
- Yes. Yeah. Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.
- Have a good night.
- Yeah. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Who is this?
-Shemika.
- Oh, hey, honey.
How are you doing?
-You remember me?
- Of course I remember you.
How are you?
-My foster parents
put me out.
- What?
-Yeah.
- Where are you staying?
-Slept on the train
last night.
- Oh, my goodness.
Where are you at right now?
-I'm at the airport.
- All right, baby.
Do me a favor.
Meet me at that restaurant
that I met you at, okay?
-Okay.
- Come now.
- SHEMIKA. Okay.
- All right.
- Thank you, Tommy.
- Hey, Ms. Patty. Come on in.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- All righty. So this is a brief
on a motion that I want you
to file on behalf of my father
in Judge Ross' court.
- Ross?
- Yes.
- I can't do that.
- Why not?
- Maybe you should
find somebody else.
- I'm sorry, baby.
This is not a request.
Pick it up.
- Yes. It's just I don't want
to argue in front of this judge.
- Why not, hmm?
- I just don't.
- Okay, Ms. Patty.
Well, we now have a problem
because I told her you would.
- Maybe I can get you
another lawyer.
- What am I missing, huh?
- I saw her and Babyface
- Mm-mm.
Patty, what happens at my club,
stays my club,
and whatever it is you doing
with my dancers,
that's your problem.
- Well, actually,
me and Babyface
- File the motion.
- Okay. I will let you know
when it's done.
It's handled.
Beautiful house, thank you.
- Have a good day, Ms. Patty.
- Whatever you say, ma'am.
- Tommy, you can see her out.
- Hey.
- Damn, man what you doing?
- Waiting for you to wake up.
- Bro, didn't I tell you stop
watching me sleep? The fuck?
- Man, I want to know
how it went. How did it go?
- You can't wait until I wake up
to ask me that shit?
- I'm just anxious, man.
Tell me.
- Hey. Chill man. Damn.
It went fine.
- Yeah? Did you put
in a good word for me?
- Nigga, I think you
did that shit yourself.
- Man, you funny.
- I've got to get up.
- Don't forget you got
a drug test.
- Yeah, okay.
- You ain't scared?
- No, man, for what?
Shit, I'm clean.
- Mr. Paul don't think so
because you got in here
so late last night.
- Well, shit.
I guess Paul will see, right?
- Yeah. Man, I bet that place
was crawling
with fine ass bitches
last night, wasn't it?
- Yeah, it was.
- Wooo. Aye.
- What? What's up?
- You get some pussy last night?
- Man, chill.
- I just know they be horny
as hell in there.
- Yeah, man, but I'm just
there to work. All right?
- You just got out of prison,
and you're just there to work?
- Yeah.
- Amp.
- All right. Hey.
Come on, man. I mean
- What it look like?
Was it ooh, ooh
- Aye. Come on, dawg.
- Tell me. Come on.
- Bro, you thirsty
as fuck, dawg.
- I'm in here with you.
- I mean, there's a little chick
I do like. I got my eye on her.
- I knew it.
- Yeah.
- I knew it.
- She bad.
Aye, stop watching me sleep,
dawg. That shit is weird.
- All right. All right.
- All right.
- I'm proud of you.
- Thank you.
This goddamn drug test.
- That boy got some game.
- Aw, shit.
- The fuck was that?
- Somebody's ass getting
locked up,
and you're going to run to it.
Homeboy crazy.
- Aye, what happened?
What he do?
- Failed his drug test, had weed
and alcohol in his system.
- Damn.
- I hope it was worth it.
- Shit.
- I'm going to need you
to drop into this.
- Okay.
- Do I need to watch you?
- No.
- You got 90 seconds.
It might be the last 90 seconds
of your freedom.
-Shit.
-What?
- She got to stop
bringing me food.
- Bro, go take a shit.
- Damn, man.
I got to keep it tight.
- Oh, this is tight?
- To each his own, man.
- This nigga skinny.
- No ass behind you.
- Yeah, but a future
in front of me.
- Oh, he just tried
to snap on me. Lame.
- Yeah, I snapped
on an old ass dancer.
- The fuck out of here.
- Y'all will still be here when
I'm running my tech company.
- You smart enough to
do it, man.
- Yeah because he damn sure
ain't got no future
in this business.
- Damn. Y'all going at it. Shit.
- I'll remember that
the next time
you ask me to fix some shit.
- Speaking of fixing some shit,
I saw Patty coming out of the
VIP room last night with you.
-Shit.
- Yeah.
She locked your ass, didn't she?
- No, she didn't.
-That's why I always say,
don't let them bitches
on you, man.
- Shit, he got to.
Bro, you know you can't
make them ends like we can.
- Ah, fuck both of y'all.
- Hey. Excuse me, fellas.
I wanted to ask y'all a question
about, you know, amateur night.
- Motherfucker, if you don't get
the fuck out of here.
-You want us
to break your fucking neck?
- You just made the wrong move,
my friend.
Junior dancers
on the other side of the club.
- And bitch ass amateurs
outside.
- Back away. Slowly.
- Bro.
- Motherfucker is disrespectful
as shit.
- Bro.
- When's the last time
you ate, hmm?
- I'm sorry.
-For what?
- I'm just hungry.
- Shemika, what is going on
at your foster care, hmm?
- They just get mad at me
sometimes and put me out.
- Why?
- Got a lot of kids there.
- Are you safe there?
- I just have to do
the right thing.
- Are you sure, Shemika?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Well, I have to go to work.
Here you go.
I'll give you a little money.
Take this. You go home, okay?
Now, if they don't
let you in, call me.
- Okay.
- Look, Shemika,
I have been running shit
since I was 14 years old, okay?
I've been on the streets.
I know what it's like.
So if your foster family
is taking care of you,
then you need
to stay there, okay?
When you turn 18,
I'll hook you up with a job.
- A job where?
- Don't worry about it.
We'll talk about that later.
All right?
- At Eden?
- What do you know about Eden?
- I Googled you.
- And what?
- I think it's cool.
- Okay. Look, come here.
Do me a favor.
Take care of her, okay?
Give her whatever she wants.
If you need me, baby,
you call me, okay?
All right.
You're going to be okay.
- Hey.
- She's gone.
- Who's gone?
- Tina, Alan's wife.
She skipped town last night.
- Well, we need to find her.
- I'm on it. Kat is too.
- Okay. Is that the only reason
why you came barging in here?
- Madam, I'm worried.
Kat says there's a detective.
- Really?
-You sure?
- It's fine, okay?
Look at my face.
You see my face worried,
then you worry.
Until then, we good.
That shit causes wrinkles.
Them niggas ain't worth that.
- I got you.
- All right.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I wanted to say
thank you, Madam.
- For what?
- Well, the guy, he came
in the other day
and was, like, telling
- For what? I don't know
what you're talking about.
- Oh, got it.
- So you really thinking
about dancing?
- Yeah.
Thinking about it a little bit.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- All right. Well, you should
go talk to the fellas.
- No. I'm good on that.
I mean, I tried to.
- What happened?
- You know, niggas kind of lost
their shit on me, so I'm cool.
- You went in there?
- Yeah.
- Well, that's why.
Sweetheart, you cannot go
into the Queen's den without
being escorted by the Queen.
- I get it. I feel you.
- I'll take you.
- Okay.
- Come on.
- Yes, ma'am. Okay.
Queen first.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Bro, it's the other way.
- No, it's not that way.
It's this way.
- Bro. Come on,
you know the steps.
- Y'all ready?
- Yes, Madam.
- Good. This is my nephew.
He's my blood, okay?
So y'all will treat him right.
- Sorry, man.
- Yeah, bro.
Sorry, man. We didn't know.
- Yeah, y'all good.
- Yeah, you know the amateur
dancers ain't allowed over here.
You just kind of came in.
-I said it's good.
- He learns quick, okay?
So, Doc, let me talk
to you real fast.
- My nephew is considering
dancing at amateur night.
- Okay.
- Do me a favor.
Make him feel welcome, okay?
- Okay, got you.
- Thank you.
-All right, fellas.
Let's go.
-- Yes, ma'am.
-- Aye, man.
-Sup?
- You got something comfortable
you want to put on?
- Yeah, it's in my bag.
- Go ahead and get changed, man.
I'm going to change too, bro.
- All right.
- All right, man.
- Thank you.
- All right.
Class is in session.
- Okay.
- All right.
So check it, the first thing you
got to learn is take your time.
Let that anticipation build up
between each and every move.
Let it build up in between
each article of clothing
that's been taken off.
Make them pay you for each
thrill with money, you know?
Find every pair of eyes
in the room.
You got to make every
single woman in here feel as if
she's the only woman in here.
You got to give them a vibe
they ain't ever going to get
no where else.
You got give them
that thrill you know
they ain't getting at home,
and you've got to give them
that rush that they never
even knew that they wanted.
- Is that it?
- Nah, touch them light,
quick but intentional touches.
You got to make them
feel exhilarated
but safe at the same time.
- Okay.
- Aye, Dime.
- What's up?
- You got a second?
You mind sitting right here
in this chair
pretending to be a customer
for me real quick?
Trying to get the new guy,
you know,
comfortable with playfully
seducing an audience member.
- Okay.
-Come on, Dime.
All right, Amp.
It's all you, man.
Aye, aye. Slow down.
Approach her slowly.
- Okay.
- Intentional.
- Okay.
- You want control, man.
Look at her.
Appreciate her beauty, her eyes,
her smile, her skin,
her hair--
- DOC -- her frame, her shoes.
Now, touch her
- Softly.
The first touch
is always an introduction.
- When she feels comfortable,
her body won't move,
and you may shift a little.
Now, you have the permission
to come closer.
- Yeah. Watch her body language.
She will tell you what she's
ready for
and how much.
- I'm I have some work
that I need to get back to.
You're going to do just fine,
Amp, just fine.
- Good job, man. If you do what
you did to her to our customers,
they're going
to keep coming back,
and they're going to
keep them pockets loaded.
- I think I can handle that.
- Yeah.
All right. Let's run over
a couple of more moves, man.
- Man.
- What?
- Nah, nothing.
I'm just excited.
- Well, shit, don't be.
- Why?
- You see them dudes in there?
They make all the money.
- What do you mean?
- Look, bro.
I've been dancing
for a while now.
I'm sick of them dudes in there.
- I'm just trying to make
some money, not all the money.
- That's what I'm telling you.
If you make too much, they're
going to take it from you.
- What?
- Yeah. Madam?
She don't give a damn about us
or nobody else in this bitch,
only them niggas.
- Okay, we'll see.
- Yeah, you'll see.
As a matter of fact,
when I tipped out last night,
she took all of it.
Bro, I'm telling you.
When they see my money tonight,
it's going to be
a motherfucking problem.
- Yo, that motherfucker
on that shit.
- He is?
- Yeah. He batshit crazy.
I keep trying to tell him.
- My name is Jay.
- I'm Freedom.
- Nice to meet you.
-Yeah.
- Freedom?
- Yeah, that's my stage name.
- Okay.
- Yeah. Yours can't be Jay.
- I hadn't thought of one yet.
Well, you better think
of one soon.
- Does it even matter
if they take all of the money?
- Huh? They don't take
all your money. He lying.
He don't make shit, and he's
smoking up whatever he get.
That nigga on meth.
- Damn.
- He went in the VIP dancer's
room the other day,
and he almost beat that ass.
Please don't make
that same mistake.
- Okay. I got you.
- You all right, man?
- I'm just nervous because
this is my first time, so--
- Ah. It's all good. I got you.
You seem like a cool dude.
I'll take you up under my wing.
- Thank you.
- Yeah. Where you from?
- I'm from Alabama.
- Okay, country boy.
- Yeah. What about you?
- Jersey.
- You don't sound like you
from Jersey.
- You don't sound
like you from 'Bama.
- Okay, I got you then.
- Yeah.
- You want a drink?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Here.
- Thanks, man.
- Drink it.
It'll make you relax.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- You going to do good,
better do better than them
peachy ass shorts you got on.
- This is all I had.
- Uh-huh.
- My girlfriend,
she .
She likes these.
- All right.
- Aye, what the hell
is you doing, man?
- Bro, I can't do it.
- Can't do what?
- Bro, I'm not beef enough.
- The hell is going on with you?
- Bro, did you know this shit
could kill your dick?
- This nigga crazy.
- Hey, it can.
That's why I don't
do it every day.
- Now, come on. Y'all tripping.
This money ain't
going to make itself.
- Y'all can be on that dumb shit
if you want to.
I'm about to get this money.
-Come on, ladies.
How you feeling, ladies at Eden?
- Y'all feeling good?
Let me see that money.
Put your money
in the motherfucking air.
That's right. That's right.
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
I got a special treat
for you, tonight.
Now that y'all are here,
now that y'all are horny,
now that you're wet,
you dripping?
You dripping?
We're here to make your wetter.
Pick up
your motherfucking glass.
All hail the Queen's men.
Give it up for El Fuego!
- Hey, haven't seen you
in a while.
- You probably don't even
remember my name.
- Teresa. How you been?
- I've been good, just dealing
with some personal things.
I mean, we definitely
should catch up.
- I don't know about that.
I mean, you've been
ghosting on me.
So you can't get me
hooked on something
and take it away from me.
-Damn, nigga,
you sweating too much.
The fuck you on,
gland problems and shit?
Don't no woman want no man all
over like this. Get off of me.
-- I'm sorry.
-- Get off of me.
What the fuck?
This nigga just passed out.
-Pull his head up.
Wake up, nigga. You conscious?
-- Huh?
-- If you die on me, nigga.
Wake the fuck up.
What you take?
What did you take?
- I don't do drugs.
-You doing
something, nigga.
Nigga, you conscious.
Wake the fuck up.
Don't you die on me.
- I didn't do anything.
- Now, I asked you
a fucking question.
I said what the fuck did you
take in my club, hmm?
Wake the fuck up. Look at me.
-This nigga fucked up.
-Don't you die
on me, nigga, huh?
Get the motherfucker
out of here.
What the fuck did you take?
-I didn't take anything.
-What the fuck
this nigga take?
-- I don't know.
-- Get him the fuck out.
If this nigga dies
-Nah, he all right.
-How you know?
What did he take, Freedom?
-I saw him
take some X to relax.
-Make the motherfucker
throw up.
- I got him. I got him.
- Make him clean this shit up.
- I will.
- You don't work here, and don't
you bring your ass back.
- Yo. You all right, man?
You all right? Shit.
I got you, bro.
I got you, bro.
- Aye, Doc.
- What's up?
- Thank you for tonight,
for real.
- For sure, man.
-Fuck, man.
- Man, I told you not
to let them bitches on you, bro.
That shit crazy.
- Y'all think this shit funny?
- Nah, nah, nah.
- Why the hell
are y'all laughing?
- Look, man, don't worry about
it.
Look like she left you something
over here, man. Check it out.
- Damn, did she really
just do that?
-It's a card.
- Like you big bobblehead-ass
can read it.
- I don't need to be able
to read it to know that it says
"I took your shit,
signed, Ms. Patty."
- Damn.
Let me see the damn card, bro.
It says, "This is the shit
you was riding when I met you."
- Damn.
- That's crazy.
- That shit crazy, bro.
- Sick of this bitch, man.
- Aye, I'll give you
a ride, man.
- I'm good.
Looks like you got somebody
waiting on you.
- Bro, that's Teresa.
- Who's Teresa?
- Wait, this nigga got
a Teresa and a Tina?
- Yeah, but you ain't got
no machina. Shut the fuck up.
- Did he really just try to
rhyme with that corny ass shit?
- You heard him. I'm out.
Be good. I'll holler at you.
- Y'all be cool.
I'm out of here.
- All right. Thanks again, dog.
- All right.
- You want a ride, bro?
- Man, just don't talk no shit.
- Oh, I'm talking shit.
- Aye, Face.
Can I take the bike?
- Get your ass in the car.
You know goddamn well if we
leave you,
Madam will kill us.
Let's go.
- Thanks.
- Yes!
-Really?
You squirting all over me.
- I am not sorry about that.
That's exactly what I needed.
- We got to do this again.
- I'll let you know.
- Sorry, we're closed.
You'll have to come back.
-I'm not here
for a lap dance.
I'm looking for Marilyn DeVille.
Most folks call her Madam.
- I'm Madam. Is there something
I can help you with?
- I need to ask you
a couple of questions
about your business partner,
Alan Fisk.
Apparently,
no one has heard from him
or seen him in several days.
His wife filed a missing persons
report this morning.
She believes something bad
may have happened to him.
- Really?