All the Queen's Men (2021) s01e08 Episode Script

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of what's going to happen.
- So this is blackmail?
Previously on "All
the Queen's Men"
- Be careful what
you ask for, Amp.
This shit ain't a game.
- You spoke to the police.
-I made a mistake.
- Well, admit
you shot him, then.
-I shot him, okay?
- She didn't tell you.
- Tell me what?
- That's your baby.
- I want him killed.
- I need to go.
- And I want you to do it.
- That little bitch
is a fucking cop.
- I think it's about time
for us to have a little talk.
- Please!
- So I think we need
to have a little talk.
- Please put me down!
Please put me down!
- Fuck no.
-No, please!
I'm sorry! Please!
- What exactly
are we sorry for? Hm?
- Please!
Please put me down! Please!
- What is your name?
- Shemika!
- What is your fucking name?
- It's Shemika!
- Bitch, tell her
your fucking name
so she don't have to kill you.
- I am--
- Ah, ah, ah, before you
answer that--
- It's--it's Lola.
- Who exactly is Lola? Hm?
- I'm undercover.
- For who?
- They're coming any second now.
- Are they?
- Yeah.
- I ain't see anybody outside.
- They are coming!
- Oh, okay.
Well, Blue,
we better go ahead
and leave her tied up
and head out before
this raid, right?
- No! No, please! Please!
- Well, bitch, you better
start fucking talking,
and talking when, Blue?
- Right now.
- Okay!
What do you wanna know?
- No, bitch, I
ask the questions.
You talk.
- Okay, I'm undercover.
- With who?
- GBI.
- Georgia Bureau
of Investigations?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- They think you're laundering
money for the Black Rock Boys.
-You--you think what?
- Yes, the Black Rock Boys.
- Black Rock Boys.
Bitch, this is Madam.
What the fuck she look like
laundering money
for some lowlife street gang?
- We have--we have an
informant saying that she was!
- Who's the informant?
- I don't know.
- Bitch!
- Who's the fucking informant?
- I don't know! I swear!
- Turn her loose.
- Madam
- Put her down.
- Thank you for your honesty.
- Please call off the hit.
That's my husband.
-Oh, honey.
What kind of woman
do you think I am?
There's no hit on your husband.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Thank you! Thank you!
-Girl, I run a
legitimate business, okay?
I don't know what the fuck
you think you have on me,
but I don't know anyone
from the Black Rock Boys.
So I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.
- Okay, okay, well--
-What?
- I wanna make a deal with you.
- A deal?
- What she say?
- Let--let me hear this.
Okay, this should
be interesting.
- Okay, we've been
watching your operations.
- And?
- There's a lot of shady shit
going on around here
and around you.
You have a woman that
we've really been watching.
Her husband embezzles millions
of dollars, and we want her!
- Then why the fuck
did you come in here
with this Black Rock Boys
story, huh?
- Look, I--I was just--
- Talk!
- I begged them for
this assignment, okay?
I'm a rookie.
They didn't think I
was cut out for this.
But all my life, I've
wanted to be an officer.
- Eh, bitch, you done
chose the wrong damn side.
- Don't blow my cover, please!
Give her to me.
- Is she--is she--
- Asking me to snitch?
Bitch, I'm not a
fucking snitch. No.
- Who is her?
- She calls herself Tandy.
Her real name is
Lily Marie Watson.
Will you help me?
- I'm not a fucking
snitch, okay?
- No, no. I mean, I--
- What?
- Look, she has
a lot of local officials
in her back pocket, okay?
She runs drugs to their sons,
lawyers, judges, politicians.
If you help me,
I'll let you guys go.
- Let me go?
- Did this bitch
just threaten you?
- I feel like she did.
- No, no! I swear! I swear!
- Then what the
fuck are you saying?
- Look, the men in my business
hate that I'm here, okay?
I need to prove to them
that I can do this.
- Well, that's dangerous.
- How so?
- Baby, if you don't already
know, then I'm not telling you.
- Will you give her to me?
- What the fuck did
I just tell you?
- Hear me out.
If you get her to me,
I'll get a promotion.
And I'll be sure
they leave you alone.
- Bitch
- It could be good to have
the GBI in your back pocket.
I can tell you everything
that's going on.
- Get out of here.
- Okay, or I can walk out of
here, go back to my office,
and arrest you all for
what you have done to me.
- Girl, bye.
- Will you consider helping me?
- What the fuck did I just say?
Get the fuck out! Bye!
- Girl, you don't take
your ass to that door
- Will you at least untie me?
Wait, please!
Please! No, no, please!
- How the hell she gon' think
that you be laundering money
for some lowlife street gang?
- Blue.
- They done lost
their fucking minds!
Should've popped her ass off
right there for that shit,
Madam.
- Blue!
- No, Madam, I'm sorry.
But you--them fucking thugs?
Fuck no!
- Can I say something, please?
I run that gang.
- What?
- Mm-hmm.
- You run Black Rock Boys?
- Yeah.
Not out in front, but
that's my daddy's old crew.
- What?
- Yeah.
-Look,
they don't know
my father, obviously,
because they're too young.
So, I have someone in place.
But all the money comes to me.
- Madam
- You didn't think
I was making all this money
off of dick and ass, did you?
- You did.
- You didn't even tell me.
- Well, now you know.
- All that money that's in here.
- Exactly. It's from them.
Niggas been hitting
it hard lately.
Don't even have enough
room to put all the shit.
All my banks are maxed out.
That's why I'm trying to open
up more businesses, more clubs.
Now that the Concierge family
wants more shit from me,
we gotta get shit moving.
- Damn, Madam.
- Yeah.
- So you gon' take
their money too?
- Look, Blue.
Have you ever heard
of Griselda Blanco?
- Nah.
- They called her the Godmother.
She was the most
ruthless drug queen pin,
before Pablo Escobar
and all that shit.
She had billions in cash.
That's what the fuck I want.
Billions.
I'm not doing this shit
for a few hundred thousand
and some red bottoms.
I want the bigger
fucking picture, okay?
I can make this shit happen.
- Madam.
- What?
- I just think you
got a good thing going here.
- Look, I love my guys, okay?
I do.
And we make great money.
But this shit?
This the small picture.
I want the big fucking picture.
I'm playing at a
whole 'nother level now.
Get with me.
- So you gonna take
him up on his offer?
- Call that sexy motherfucker
and tell him to come
to my house.
- Sexy?
- Yeah. Sexy.
- I see you still in
that dangerous shit.
- I love
the dangerous shit.
You know that.
- Then what about her?
You think she gonna talk?
- Shemika? No.
I saw something in her eyes that
I am sure will keep her quiet.
- Mm, and what's that?
- Greed.
- Hey.
-What is it?
- I need you to do
me a favor tonight.
-What?
- I need you to go to Club Eden.
-That strip club?
Oh, hell no.
I ain't giving them
niggas my money.
- Girl, I got 200 for you to go.
-For real?
- Yeah.
-What you
want me to go for?
- Hold on.
I just want you to
scope the place out.
-A'ight.
You paying, I'm there.
- All right, babe.
Hey, come see me.
-On my way.
- No, no, no, no, wait.
-A'ight.
- I just gotta make sure this
nigga leave for work first.
And then I'll tell
you when to come.
-Okay.
- A'ight, thanks.
Hey! Ha, ha!
- Shit.
-Come on, man!
- Red, you gotta stop asking
me to hook you up again.
- Did you hear?
- I told you I would
tell you, right?
- You did.
- A'ight.
- A'ight.
Don't forget about me.
- Red, I'm telling you.
- All right!
- Yo!
- Yes, sir.
- What up, Bill?
- What's up?
Your, uh,
drug and alcohol test
should be back at any moment.
- Okay.
- Oh, okay?
So you just cool with it, huh?
- I ain't got nothin' to hide.
I told you I'm clean.
- He said he clean.
- I ain't hiding nothin'.
I am clean.
- Oh, shit.
Most niggas be runnin' around
here shaking like a crackhead
when they waitin'
on these results.
- Well, I'm not them.
- Oh, you different, right?
You clean.
Let me tell you what, Amp.
Get your clean ass downstairs
and vacuum the floor, then.
- Do that.
- I didn't realize y'all
was such good friends.
Laughing and shit.
- Punk ass.
- Man, I can't stand
that motherfucker!
- All right, what?
- Because he always
just do what Paul say.
He never complains.
- You know, Red,
some people are good people.
- I can't believe
you sayin' that.
Out of all the people
we done seen here?
- Hey, you know, he might
be the real one, period.
Get over it.
- Yeah, well, let's wait 'til
we get his drug shit back first.
- Listen, that's gonna
be here any minute.
- And I know the motherfucker
lyin' about dancing.
- Hm. What did she say?
- She goin'.
It's costing us 400.
I had to give her 2.
- 400?
- Yeah, and I gave her 2.
You need to give her 2 too.
- Nigga.
- I'm serious!
- Do I look like a fool to you?
- Bill, get the
hell out of my face.
- That's some stupid shit.
That's--you made that shit up.
- I want my money.
- No, you ain't gettin'--
thinking about getting'
a dime from me, bruh.
Shut your ass the fuck up.
- Ms. Tandy.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
- Madam, I wanted to talk to you
about possibly booking some of
your guys this weekend.
I'm throwing
a divorce pool party
for one of my good girlfriends.
I was thinking your dancers
would add to the festivities,
you know?
Give it that perfect touch.
- Yes, I do.
- Hm.
- I like the way you think.
Well, all of my guys
are available on Sunday.
- Sunday.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hm. Works for me.
- Okay. How long
will you need them for?
Now, there is a
four-hour minimum.
But if you guys are having
fun and they decide to stay,
that's between you and them.
- Mm, understood.
Four hours will be
more than enough.
- So how many do you want?
- All of them.
Every single one
I've seen dancing here.
- Okay. That's 250
an hour per dancer.
Four-hour minimum, that's 1K.
Seven guys, that 7K.
Three for the house,
that's 10 plus tips.
- Cash or wire?
- Either are fine.
Ms. Tandy, I know I
don't have to tell you this,
being the generous
spender you are,
but please remind
your girlfriends
to take care of my guys.
- Believe me.
They'll be well taken care of.
- As always, it's been
a pleasure, Ms. Tandy.
- Likewise, Madam.
Have a great afternoon.
- You too.
- You get all that?
- Already calendered.
- You know I wasn't too sure
about you working at that club,
given that you had
access to alcohol and all.
-Oh.
- I got the results
of your test back.
- Okay.
- You sound pretty
sure of yourself.
A little cocky, if you ask me.
- I know what it says already.
I'm clean.
I haven't had weed or
alcohol in, like, nine years.
- Well, make sure
it stays that way.
'Cuz I will drag your ass back
to prison my goddamn self,
understood?
- Loud and clear.
- Good job.
- All right, fellas,
it's roll call.
- What you got, mama?
- I know you better not
be eating all that shit.
- I'm good.
- So fellas, I wanna talk to
you about what you guys saw
the other night.
- Yeah, what was that?
- It was a chick.
And we call her Trouble.
- Aw, shit.
- Yo, chill with that.
- I'm considering letting
her dance with you guys.
- Are you serious?
- Yes, I'm serious.
The women loved her.
- So now we gotta
compete with her?
- Hey, at least you ain't gotta
compare your dick to hers.
- Damn, really?
- Yeah, really.
-I'm not
asking you guys.
I'm telling you
it's happening, okay?
- Okay, so because
she's a chick,
do we gotta be nice to her?
- No, not at all.
You know I don't do that.
- Okay.
- Treat her exactly how
you guys are treated.
- Okay. Here we go.
- Yes. Here we go.
- Shit.
Sorry I'm late.
- You see the way
they're lookin' at me? Hm?
It's because you're late.
Now, since you're blood,
they think I'm gonna
take it easy on you.
- Are they right?
- I'll decide the
next time you're late.
- There won't be a next time.
I'm sorry. I--
I went ahead and got with
Gabriel on the costumes.
- And?
- And, um, Fuego.
He ran me through all
the dance numbers.
- Good.
Don't embarrass the blood.
All right, fellas, let's
go make mama some money.
- And Doc?
We still need to talk.
- Not much to say, but--
- Great. I'll hear that
a little bit later.
- Okay.
- All right.
-- Ladies?
-- Yes!
- If you're looking good--
-Yes!
- --and you're feeling good--
-Yes!
- --let me hear you
make some noise.
- A'ight.
We gonna slow it down.
We gon' get a little sexy.
We gon' get a little slow.
And most of all,
we gonna get nasty.
-Yes!
- Raise a drink.
Get your glasses up.
And give it up.
Welcome the men of Eden!
- Hey.
- What?
- Hey.
- Nigga, why are
you talking to me?
- I just wanted to say hi.
- Okay.
- UmI got a--I got a problem.
- We all got problems, son.
- I wanna--I wanna
file a complaint.
- A complaint?
- Yeah.
- Okay. Mm.
You want me to go
to human resources?
- Yes.
- And what would you
like for me to tell them?
- You was right.
Um, I think Jay drugged me.
- Aww, did he, now?
- Yeah.
- Mm. And how
do you know that?
- Because he told me.
- And you wanna
file this complaint?
- Okay.
- I--I'm gonna get human
resources on its way.
- Oh really?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Tommy?
- Yeah?
- Jay would like to
talk to human resources.
- Word.
- Yeah, you wanna file a
complaint against Freedom?
- Yeah.
- For drugging him.
- Hm. Okay.
I can help you with that.
- Oh, great.
- Go back with him
in the dressing room
and he'll take
care of all of it.
- What, right now?
- Right now.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Oh, you're welcome, baby.
- I really appreciate this.
I like that.
Thank you.
-Let's go.
- Right back there.
- All right.
- You look ready.
- I'm ready to get
all this money.
- Ah, you gotta get
through them guys first.
- I got them.
- Don't be so sure.
It ain't easy.
- I got it.
- I like your arrogance.
Just be careful.
- I hear you.
Damn. Who is that?
- Now, there's some women
you just don't mess with.
- Why?
- Her man is a dope boy
and that nigga don't play.
Now, when her nigga
and his cockeyed brother
come whoopin' that ass,
don't come tell me
I ain't tell you so.
- I'm--
I'm just, you know, going--
why is she lookin'
at me like that, then?
- Eh, she gon' give it to you.
- For real?
- Yeah, see,
they got, um, this
real fucked-up relationship.
She likes to make him jealous
and then watch him
beat the nigga's ass.
- Oh, you playin' with me.
- Nah. Go ahead
with your bad self.
He's gon' whoop
that ass, this guy.
- Did you not warn
her about her?
- Now, you know I told her.
- Oh. So she one of them.
- What?
- She like to
learn the hard way.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Madam, this is--
- Elisa.
- Elisa.
She would like to
see Anthony in the VIP room.
- Oh. You like Amp?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Well, that's
$100 for the room.
And then the dancer can
work out the rest of the money.
- Okay.
- Jody, take her back.
- Enjoy.
- What you think that's about?
- No idea, but that
bitch is broke.
Look at her shoes.
- You want me to warn him?
- Nope.
He has to learn
one way or another.
I mean, you know, I can't
do everything for him.
- I gotcha.
- So. What happened?
- He--he drugged me.
- Say what?
- Fuck you. This nigga
told me he drugged me.
- Nigga!
- You told me!
- Did you do that shit?
- Yeah.
He said he wanted to relax.
- So, you admit it?
- Yeah, but he wanted it.
- Okay.
- Piece of shit.
- Let me file this complaint.
Nigga, what the fuck?
- That's what the fuck
we do around here!
Make a fist!
- Ah
- Nigga, make a fist!
Hold it up!
Now, I want you to
beat this nigga ass!
I'm not fuckin' asking!
- Hey. Um, that ain't--
that ain't me, man.
- Okay.
- Aah!
- That's for wasting
my fucking time!
We do shit ourselves
around here!
And you?
You better get with
that individual shit!
Get the fuck out and
don't come back here.
You motherfuckers making
me burn my macaroni!
- I'll getcha, bitch.
I'll getcha.
Oh, fuck.
- Hi.
- How did I do?
- I wasn't watching.
- Bullshit.
- Okay. I was watching.
- Okay. And?
- You did great.
- Thank you.
- So, apparently,
you have a VIP.
- What?
- She wants a private dance.
- Who is she?
- I don't know.
She got in the VIP,
so she must have big bucks
to be back there.
- Uhyo, I'm cool
on that, all right?
- Why are you cool on that?
- 'Cuz, shit, didn't
you tell me all the shit
that goes on back there?
So, I'm good.
- Okay, you good, but that
doesn't mean you have to do it.
- I know, but, you
know, I'm just saying.
- Okay, well, suit yourself.
- What, you think that--
I get it, you think of that--
- Oh, yes, yes, you think
I'm gonna judge you? Okay.
- No, no, I'm just--you know,
I'm not like them other dudes.
So I just want you to know that.
You feel me?
- Okay, go and get your money.
- Are you sure?
- Boy, if you don't go and get
your money--I don't own you.
I gotta spin this next record.
But you should
change and freshen up
before you go in there.
- I smell pretty.
- Go on--
- And don't think
I don't see that you
got that attitude. Bye.
- Bye, go do your thing.
Ladies, this one is for you.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I'm Amp.
- I know you are.
- Oh, okay.
- Wait.
You're nervous.
- Uh, nah.
Nah, not at all. Yeah.
- They tell me you new here.
- Yeah, I am.
- And I like new blood.
- Okay.
- Let me see your dick.
- Excuse me?
- Nigga, I know you ain't shy.
This is a strip club.
- Yeah, it--yeah.
Um, I came here to dance
for you, you feel me?
- You can't dance
with your dick out?
- Uhyeah, let me just,
you know,
let me work up to it,
all right?
- Here. Drink.
- Uh, no, no.
Um, I'm good.
- You don't drink?
- No, I don't.
- You smoke?
- No, I don't smoke.
- Do you take your dick out?
- Yeah, I mean, like I said,
let me, you know, work up to it.
- Okay, okay. I see.
- Yeah, see what?
- You a good boy.
Mama can deal with that.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You think?
- Just dance.
- All right.
- I got a hundred
if you give me head.
- UhumI'mma just--
I'mma just dance, all right?
Cool.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Then I only got 20.
- Okay. All right.
Cool.
- Mm!
- Ooh.
-Come in!
- I didn't hear
from you last night.
- She stood me up.
- So she didn't call you back?
- No.
- Why do you think that is?
- Maybe it was a setup.
- Maybe.
- I'm sorry.
- Look, we do know we
have to find her, right?
- Yeah, I do.
- I don't like an
unstable bitch out there
unless I have my eyes on her.
- I understand.
- All right. What the
fuck is wrong with you?
- Whatchu talkin' about?
- I'm talking about that look
you were giving upstairs.
What's wrong? Hm?
- It's crazy.
- What?
- I gotta stop
hittin' these chicks.
- What happened?
- Teresa's friend showed
me a picture of a baby.
It may be mine.
- Do you think it is?
- It look like me.
- Well, all I'm gonna tell
you is find out, okay?
- I got you.
- Look, I have been
around a long time, okay?
A kid does not deserve to
suffer because of your shit.
- I got you.
- Find out.
- I will. I got you.
- All right. You can go.
- All right.
Wait.
- Hm?
- It's Tina right here.
- Tina? Take it.
Put it on speaker.
- Okay.
Yo.
-I'm sorry
about last night.
- Look, get off my phone.
-I want to see you.
Please.
- Tina--
-Please.
It's so lonely here.
- You won't even
tell me where you at.
-I'll tell you
right after you get off.
- I'm not doing this shit.
-I will text you.
I promise.
- I gotta go.
- So, what you think?
- Same old bullshit.
- All right.
Well, you keep me posted.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- All right, thank you.
- Thank you, as always.
- You're welcome.
- Hey.
- Uh, uh, .
Ms. Tandy left this for you.
- Word?
- Yeah.
- Whoa. I needed this.
Is it the same woman who
left Midnight the TV?
- Yeah.
Uh, Madam mentioned to
me that you are invited
to do a private party
this weekend at Tandyland.
- Yeah, uhI don't
know if I'm gonna go.
- Well, uh, like I said, uh,
those parties can get
pretty wild.
I have seen everything
from cocaine and condoms
to whips and bondage, so.
- Oh, you mean, like,
some escort-type shit?
Yo, if I do go,
I'mma just dance.
Get my bread and dip, that's it.
- Okay.
- Okay.
I mean, you'll be DJing, right?
- Maybe you can make sure
I don't get in any trouble?
Keep an eye on me?
- I'll keep an eye on you.
- Okay.
Yo, question.
- Shoot.
- You ever date any
of the guys here?
- I told you, I
don't date strippers.
- Oh, hold up, hold up.
First of all, we
are not strippers.
We are male exotic
dancers, a'ight?
So you put some respect on it.
- Mm-hmm.
- And secondly, that's too bad.
You might just be
blocking a blessing.
- Boy, you ain't no blessing.
- Aw, now, you haven't
seen that part of me yet.
- Okay, well--
- Well?
- Maybe, just maybe, I
can make an exception.
- Okay, well, well, maybe,
just maybe, you should.
I mean, for real, dawg,
we got some good energy, right?
So I'd like to see you
outside of here, you know?
Take you out for a
bite to eat or something.
- Are you asking me on a date?
- Nah. I mean, it's just a meal.
We ain't gotta put no labels
on it.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- I'd like that.
- Good. Me too.
- All right,
it's getting late,
so I'mma head out, all right?
- Yep, yep. Okay.
- Yo.
I'm looking forward to our date.
- Good night, Dime.
- Good night.
Okay.
- The next one
won't be in the air!
And I'm sure
somebody heard that,
so the cops will be here soon.
- Are you okay?
- I'm okay.
- You--you sure?
- Yeah.
- Come on, come on,
let's get you home.
- Thanks.
- Dime?
- Hey, Madam.
I figured you'd wanna know,
Amp got jumped tonight.
- What?
-Yeah.
There were three of them.
I don't know who they were.
-Is he okay?
- He'll be all right.
Just a few scratches
and scrapes.
- You sure it's nothing serious?
-Yes. I just dropped
him off at home just now.
- Okay.
Thanks.
You did right by
letting me know.