All the Queen's Men (2021) s01e10 Episode Script

- Your son had some of his
friends assault my nephew
the other night.
I would hate for you to have
to bury your son
next to your daughter.
Previously
on "All The Queen's Men"--
So what am I about to say, hmm?
- That I better get you your
motherfucking money,
and this is the last warning
I'm gonna get from you.
Ah!
- Your name has been coming
up in all the wrong circles.
- You too have been
coming up in circles.
- Tina, you better
not be setting me up.
- I'm cutting this off.
- Don't.
- Fucking cut my dick off.
Tried to fucking
cut off my dick.
-Hey, Doc.
- Madam.
- I'm sorry, I just
saw your text message.
So, what is legit?
Was she there?
-Yeah.
She's here.
- Are you with her?
-I'm with her.
- What's wrong?
- Madam
I need you.
- How bad is it?
- It--it's bad.
-Send me the address.
- Oh, okay.
- Hey, is it a motel?
- Yeah.
- Was it loud?
-Yeah, it was loud.
- Did anybody come knocking?
- No.
- That's good.
It's good.
One way in?
- Yeah.
One way in.
- Alright.
Mama's on her way.
Fuck.
These niggas.
They know I get it started
Ask me, 'Will I take it easy?'
Told em' that it's harder
Ask me, 'Will I quit?'
Oh no sir, I beg your pardon
They're saying that it's light,
but I turn this bitch
to darkness
It go up,
We don't play around
I won't play 'bout
my dinero, dinero
Got some gangstas in the cut
now, cut now
And they're doing
- Shit.
- So, what happened, Doc?
- She tried to cut off my dick.
And I shot her.
- Okay.
- Well, this a fucking mess.
- I can see that, Blue.
- Nigga, don't know how to
do a fucking clean kill--
- Blue?
- I'm just saying, nigga
got the blood everywhere.
On the ceiling.
Look, on that fucking wall.
How the fuck you
get it over there?
- Look, we gonna get
it cleaned up, alright.
- God damn, nigga.
- Blue.
You know who to call.
- Alright, I got it.
- Come on, Doc, let's go.
- What?
- Let's go.
- No, no. I gotta help you.
- Nigga, look at you.
You do not have it
together, let's go.
- And she gonna like--
- Nigga, who else you got?
- Hey, let's go. I'm not saying
that shit again.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Wipe that shit off of your face.
Fuck.
- Get this shit cleaned up.
- I got it.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
- How long are
you staying here?
- I'll be out soon.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.
Yeah, found me a
little apartment.
I would love for you to see it.
- So, you have found a place?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Like I said, um, I would love
to get a woman's opinion.
- Got it.
- Word?
- Okay, alright there.
- Um
- You gonna get out?
Dime, yo, real talk.
I don't wanna go in there.
- Why?
- Shit, I've been
around dudes all day.
Yo, bunch of niggas in there.
I was thinking maybe
we couldyou know?
- What?
- Go to your place?
- Um, aren't you
supposed to check in?
- Yeah. But--
- Okay, don't get in any
trouble on my account.
- Girl, I ain't gonna get
in no trouble, alright?
Look.
It's been a while.
- Okay, well, so what does
that have to do with me?
- Nothing, I'm not trying to
be disrespectful, I'm just--
Never mind, my bad.
I see how you roll.
- How do I roll?
- Well, time
patience, space.
- All that.
- Yeah.
Alright, look, uh
Don't get mad at
me, Dime, alright?
Can I ask you how much time?
- As long as it takes.
- Forwhat?
- Me to be comfortable.
- I feel that.
No, for real.
I fucks with that.
- AndI don't date strippers.
- Oh, come on, girl, don't
start that shit, alright?
You know?
- You should go in.
- Alright.
- Wait.
Wait, hold up.
Hold up.
- Hold up, hold up, what?
- I see you.
I see you.
- You see me?
- I see you getting
all uncomfortable.
- I am
not uncomfortable.
- "I am not uncomfortable."
So why you
moving like that?
- My belt is tight.
- Word?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, how 'bout we, um
- Oh my God.
- Untighten your belt.
And I'll untighten mine.
Kiss me?
- Are you gonna ask
fucking permission?
- Of course.
- Hey. Hey.
Uh, this a decent neighborhood.
You can't be out here fucking
in the middle of the street.
- Did he just say that?
- Go before I fuck
this motherfucker up.
- Okay, it's okay.
- No, it's not.
- What you say, nigga?
- I-- I will see you tomorrow.
- Good night.
- Text me when you get home,
alright?
- Okay.
- Yes, sir.
You know that is
some bullshit, right?
- I don't give a damn.
Get your ass in the house.
What the fuck you think
this is around here?
- What are they
gonna do with her?
- Oh, you don't wanna know.
- I mean
that shit gonna come back on me.
- Hey, hey.
No, it's not, okay?
Thank you.
Have a drink.
I have the best working
at it, okay, you're good.
- You're sure?
- Trust me.
- Why she do that shit?
- That shit you did back
there
you did that for me, alright?
And since you did that
we just went to another level.
- I hear you.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm alright.
- Alright.
What I need you to
do is go home,
okay?
- Okay.
- Go to the gym tomorrow
like nothing happened.
Look, nigga, if you still
feeling tense,
let me know--
- Alright, alright.
I got--I got it, I'm alright.
-Okay.
It's a dog
eat dog world out here.
You gotta do whatever
it is you need to do.
- I got you.
- Alright.
Doc, welcome to the
other side of the family.
- Thank you, Madam.
-Police, open up.
- I'm sorry.
- Help! He was
rap--he's raping us.
- Please, he was raping us.
Please, he was--he
was raping us.
Please, help!
Help!
- So?
What happened?
- I'm trying to tell you,
man, he was raping us.
- And who was he?
- He's somebody that
came to the club.
And then he
kidnapped me and her.
- He looks kind of small
to be able to do that.
- Oh, he had
another guy with him.
We were just supposed to smoke,
fuck, talk,
get high, shit like that, man.
- And, uh
why was Tina there?
- She was cool.
- Uh-huh.
Did you know that she was
turning State's evidence
against your boss?
- Who? Tina?
- Yeah, Tina.
- I don't know.
- Okay, Belinda.
- It's Blue.
- Belinda, I'm not doing
this with you, okay?
It's late.
Are you gonna turn
on Madam or what?
- I don't know what you mean.
- Yeah, okay.
- I am a victim.
- Are you?
- Yes.
- Fuck, I could
have been killed.
Oh, thank God for your officers.
They saved my life.
- Yeah, see, I don't believe
a thing that you're saying.
- But I'm telling
you the truth.
- Ha, yeah, okay.
- Wait.
I get a phone call?
- You ain't getting shit, but
a long, long jail sentence.
- I didn't do anything.
- Okay.
- I want a lawyer.
- Yeah? You do?
Maybe tomorrow.
- Bitch, now don't
you fuck with me.
Now you know that
shit is illegal.
- Bitch
you have no idea just how many
agencies
are after you two, do you?
- We are going
to get your asses.
- Ah.
- Lola?
You got any questions?
- Not at this time.
- Alright, then great.
Hey, guys!
Let's take her back.
Let's give Miss Belinda
a little time to think.
- Now you bitches
gonna give me my fucking
phone call, that's what the
fuck y'all both gonna do.
- Good luck.
- Fuck you.
- Hi, Daddy.
Hey, Blue, it's Madam.
You should have called
me back last night.
Look, I came to see my dad,
so you already know how long
that drive is.
Do me a favor, call me
when you get this, okay?
Hi.
- Hi.
- I'm Madam.
- I know who you are.
- What are those?
- Oh, we did this.
We try to find out as much
as we can about our patients.
- Where'd you find these?
- He had them in his bag.
-Really?
How's he doing?
- He's no fuss at all.
He's just--watches TV all day.
- Is he eating well?
- He is.
He is eating.
- Good.
- Uh, may I ask you a question?
This is none of my business.
- Then why are you asking?
- Well, it's about his care.
- Go on.
- Okay, um, since he's been
here, the FBI
has been here to see him twice.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Um, are we in some
kind of danger?
- Look at him.
Does he look dangerous?
-No, not at all.
- Now, yes, he was a gangster.
He used to move a lot of dope,
money, women, all of that.
But he went to jail
for a long time.
He got very sick.
And after fighting to get him
out, they finally released him.
And this is the condition he's
in, so--
Yeah, I just wish I could have
gotten him before, you know?
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay. It's alright.
- They should leave him alone.
- Yeah, they should.
But they won't.
- Well, why?
Do they not believe him?
- I guess not.
- Well, um
I can attest to the fact that
he is in a really bad state.
- Are you trying to
make me feel worse?
- I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
- Can you excuse us, please?
- No problem.
- Thank you.
I brought you some banana
pudding from Maddy D's,
as you already know.
Alrighty.
Looks like they've
been treating you well.
I'm happy to hear
you've been eating well.
Yeah, I see your face.
That's your favorite.
You look good, Dad.
You like that?
Mm-hmm.
Here a little bit more.
Ooh, mm-hmm, yep.
Daddy, I feel like I'm
losing my fucking mind.
These motherfuckers are trying
to take my club from me.
I just caught two new bodies--
- Are you okay?
Like I was saying, I just
caught two new bodies--
- I just caught two new
bodies--beautiful bodies, and
they are working for me and
making all kind of money.
But I'm gonna get
you a clean towel.
I got a little mess on you.
Take you into the bathroom.
Come on.
Yeah, let's get you
cleaned up, Daddy.
- I'm sorry.
- Daddy.
- Nobody can know.
Don't say nothing.
They're gonna put
me back in there.
- I'm happy you got me away
from your crazy-ass sister.
You know how hard it is for me
to sit here and not hug you
because some fucking
Feds are after me?
- I'm about to shoot your
sister in her fucking head.
She's having sex right
there in front of me.
And this crazy motherfucker,
he's a dark kid with wavy hair.
You know?
Look here, baby girl.
You kill any motherfucker
that's trying to kill you, you
kill him twice.
All this shit that you coming
in here telling me
on these visits
I didn't raise you to be weak.
You do it for me.
You do it for my
blood that's in you.
'Cause I swear--I swear.
If I could, I would
tear all this shit down.
Okay.
Okay, take me back in there.
Now they got a camera right
there on that dresser.
Next time you come to visit me,
you put your purse up there.
- Daddy, I'm just so
happy that you're okay.
I'm so happy you're okay.
I'm not okay.
They're watching me.
- Is everything okay, dear?
- Uh, yes.
I spilled something on him,
but I got it cleaned up.
- Oh, that's okay,
we'll get that.
-Okay.
- Come on, James.
- So
- So?
- You leaving?
- Yeah.
You know, I found me a place.
- Can I see it?
- Nah, man.
- Why not?
- Bro, real talk.
It's just something a little
off about you to me, man.
- What you mean?
- I don't trust you, man.
- Wow.
- I mean, I'm sorry, but--
- That hurts.
- It's real, bro.
- So you're moving out?
- Yeah.
Like I said, I found me a place.
Talked to the landlord, she
lives upstairs of the place,
and she take my money today.
And, um, I'm in there.
- So what did Mr. Paul say?
- Mr. Paul?
Shit, man, nothing he can say.
- I guess you right.
- Yeah,
I know I am, nigga.
- Look.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, man, I've been
all in your business.
I just--I'm like proud of you.
Yeah.
Like a lot of dudes don't come
in here and live like you did.
- You came in here, you knew
what you wanted to do,
and you did it.
I just wish I could
have been so lucky.
- Yo, man, you can be.
Nigga, you can do it too.
- I don't have an aunt
helping me get paid, bruh.
- Bruh, that is no excuse, man.
You're better than that.
- Man, yo, I just wish you
could have helped put me on.
- Yeah, look, I'm
sorry about that.
- Well, it didn't work,
so when can I go apply?
- Come on, man, don't
start that again.
- When can I go down there?
What time?
- Alright, chill.
Um, look
if you go to the club, you
gotta talk to the manager
or the head of security.
Alright?
The manager is Dime,
head of security is Blue.
- Alright. I'll go today.
- No, no.
Bro, how 'bout this?
- Let me tell them that
you're coming first, alright?
- I appreciate that.
- Alright, so, sometime next
week, I'll talk to my aunt,
and I'll tell her to put you on.
But not around no money, okay?
- You think I would
steal from her?
-No.
- Oh.
- But it's not about her, bro.
This is about you.
And trust me, with my aunt, you
don't want them problems,
you hear me?
- Yeah.
I ain't never do that, bruh.
- Alright.
- Alright.
Appreciate it.
- Be careful, man.
- Thanks.
- What the--
What are you doing in here?
- I can't talk here.
- Oh, shit.
-It's all good, man.
- What is going on, Blue?
- I was handling something
for Madam last night.
- What?
- Tell you wasn't me,
just got caught up in it.
- Why is she not
down here then?
- Because she don't know yet.
- Is it bad?
- Yeah.
Well, she need to do something.
- We can't talk here.
- Baby.
- Hey, hey, hey, relax, man.
Relax.
- Damn it, Blue.
You don't even call me last
night, you didn't come home.
And now you up in here for her.
- Yeah.
Don't you do that shit.
- Nah, nah, she
need to get her--
- She?
What the fuck you
talking about she?
She's done a lot for us.
- At what fucking price, Blue?
- Didn't I say we all good?
- We ain't good if
you sitting up in here.
- Alright, listen here.
I need you to get a
message to her for me.
- You know what? I got a message
for her.
- Ah, come on,
with that shit, man.
- No, I'm gonna let
her know exactly--
- Wait, wait, wait,
calm your ass down.
- No, fuck that.
- No, no, no, don't you take
your ass going down there.
I don't know who the
fuck you think you are.
- Are you fucking her too?
- You're gonna do this?
You're gonna do that
shit right here?
- You know what?
I got this.
- No, the fuck you don't.
Yo, Kat!
Kat!
Shit, man, fuck!
- Okay, so we have the GBI
here, Agent Lola Watts.
And I am Detective Davis, I'll
be representing
the City of Atlanta on this.
We will need your assistance to
make sure that this all goes
smoothly, so thank you.
Now, you know what
we have on her.
I sent it in an email.
She is considered to be armed
and dangerous at all times.
Her name is Marlyn Deville,
but she goes by Madam.
- Yeah, I know, no shit, she
actually does think
that she's a madam, right.
Anyway.
We have this body that
disappeared, and then last
night, we found her henchman--or
should I say woman--in a room
with a dead witness, and
that's just the beginning.
So I am bringing this to a judge
right now to get a warrant to go
search her premises and bring
her ass in for questioning.
- I will gladly sign that.
- We knew we could
count on you, judge.
Alright!
So there you have it, okay?
Let's look alive, people,
because like I said, that one
right there is always--
always armed and dangerous.
Alright.
- Hey, don't I know you?
- Do you, judge?
- I think I do.
- I don't recall.
No, ma'am.
- Yeah.
Okay.
- Hey, guys.
- Hey.
- Go get a good workout in.
- Hey, how was it?
- Nigga, get on.
- Come on, man, get that shit.
- Man.
I need to put
something on my joints.
Fuck.
- Bro, I told you to
stop using that shit.
- I'm telling you, man, got the
whole club smelling like this.
- Hey, fuck y'all
want me to do, man?
- Shit, stop doing that.
- Yeah, alright.
- Nigga, where the hell Doc at?
Why he always standing us up?
- Hey.
Oh, he's here.
- Where?
- He's here.
He's over there,
ain't doing shit.
- I'm gonna see
what the nigga up to.
- Alright, come on.
Get to seven.
- Nigga, you can't
bench the bar.
- Yo, Doc, man, what up?
- What's up, bro?
- You good?
Come get this work in, bro,
you're over here just chilling.
What's up?
- I'm alright, man.
- Bro, it's me. What's up?
- I'm alright, bro, I'm good.
- Oh shit.
- What?
- You got that--
That your baby?
Man, get out of
here with that shit, man.
- Bro, you got that "that's
my baby" look though.
- No, man, I--
- Then what is it?
- How many you got on you?
- None right now.
You need some--
- Look, bro.
Bodies.
- Bro, you know we don't
talk about that shit.
- Yeah, I know.
- You mother--
- My bad, bro.
- You got one?
- Yeah.
- When?
Recent.
- Let me ask you this.
Was it a bad person?
- No.
- Damn.
That make it harder.
Okay.
But were they
trying to hurt you?
- Yeah.
- Okay then, there you have it.
That's how we roll around here.
You gotta get them
before they get us.
Come on, man, don't
ponder on this too long.
The longer you sit around
thinking about that shit,
the longer it's gonna hold you.
Come on, bro, let's
get this work.
Come on.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Who let you in? Who are you?
- Oh, you don't remember me?
I'm a friend of Amp's.
- Uh, okay.
Yeah, I remember you.
What are you doing here?
- I wouldn't cause any problem,
I'm just here to pick up shoes.
- Shoes?
- Yeah, they were mine.
I let Amp borrow 'em.
- Okay, well, you're gonna have
to come back when he's here.
He didn't tell me
anything about any shoes.
- Okay. Come back.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, I can do that. Yeah.
- Okay, well--
- Mm-hmm.
Don't do it.
- Man, you don't wanna do this.
- I bet I do.
- You bet you do?
- No, I need you to get
your ass out of here!
- No.
- You don't know who
owns this fucking club.
Madam owns this club.
Madam don't play--
- I don't give a fuck!
- There are cameras
watching you.
Is this what you wanna--
- Fuck them cameras.
- Is this what you
wanna die doing?
- You're a stupid-ass ho.
- Where's stu--
- Shadow somebody
else mean shit.
-Fuck.
- Get your ass in--
- You don't wanna do this.
- Don't make me tell
you to shut up again.
- Shut up? Nigga, you know how
many guns I had in my face?
- Bitch, shut up!
- Bitch?
No, nigga, I got your bitch.
- get shot
over somebody else's
fucking money. Stop!
- You know what, nigga, fuck--
- Shut up!
- Oh shit.
Shit.
- Oh shit.
-What the fuck?
- Man, I'm so
sore from the gym.
- Yeah, I could tell.
Them little bitch-ass muscles.
- Yeah, okay.
- Where's Madam?
- I don't know.
She wasn't here when I got here.
- Wait. What?
- No, she wasn't.
- I'll call Madam.
- Wait, Dime isn't here either?
- That's why the
music sound like shit.
- No, the amateur's been
playing her own thing.
- Ha, oh wow.
- Yo, who opened?
- Damn, I don't know.
- Hey, don't tell me these
amateur-ass clowns
is running this place.
- Man, let's hurry up and get
dressed so we can go out there
and kill shit before Madam
destroy all our shit.
- Trouble's been
killing it out there.
- We don't need to hear that.
- Hey.
-Where you at?
- What you mean where I'm at?
I'm at home.
Look, I had to go
see my dad today.
It's a long-ass drive, so
I'll be there in a minute.
What's up?
- What you want us to do?
- What do you mean what to do?
Blue and Dime know what to do.
- Yo, Blue's not here.
- She's not?
-No.
- Okay.
-Yo, Madam,
should I be worried?
- No.
- You're sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.
- Okay, but when's the last
time you talked to her?
- Doc, chill, I got this.
- Okay.
- Get the fellas, and y'all
need to get on stage
and start a routine, okay?
- Yeah.
They getting ready
to go out there.
- They? Nigga, you going too.
- Madam, I can't tonight.
- Look, Doc, you need to
act like everything
is okay, alright?
- Fuck.
Okay, I'll try.
- Alright.
- But you sure Blue's good?
-It's Blue,
okay, she's fine.
-Okay.
- Get on stage, alright?
-Okay.
- Alright.
- Look, I didn't leave
nothing for y'all, so--
- Now I knew we should
have let them fuck you up.
- Yeah? Maybe.
- Arrogant ass.
- Look, nobody was here,
so I had to hold it down.
- Wait.
Nobody?
- Nobody.
- Hey, what the
hell is going on?
- I don't know.
- Just introduce us.
- What?
- Come on.
- Look, I had to do myself.
Y'all can do yourself too.
- You're really
doing this right now?
- Fine, fine.
Alright, y'all
done had the best.
- Which is me!
- Now y'all left with the rest.
- No, I'm just kidding, y'all.
Give it up for my boys!
- Busta Rhymes singing
"Blow A Million Racks"]
look at me in amazement
-Please leave a
message at the beep.
- Blue, call me.
- What the fuck? Is nobody
answering their phone today?
---message at
the beep.
- Look, Dime, this is Madam,
okay?
I don't know where
the fuck Blue is.
If you see her,
tell her to call me.
And you call me too.
What the fuck?
- Hello? Blue?
- No, it's Judge Ross.
- Oh, to what do I
owe that pleasure?
- No, the pleasure is all mine.
-Okay.
- I just want you to know
that I never forget a thing.
- Great, and neither do I.
- Yes, but I'm a woman
who operates
within legal boundaries.
- Well, judge, that's no fun.
- You should try it.
- Why are you calling me?
-I just wanted
to hear your voice.
- Why?
- Well, you never know when it
might sound
quite like this again.
So free.
- Are you threatening me?
-Oh, no, darling.
It's a little too late for that.
- Look, I don't know what the
fuck you think you have on me,
but you might wanna
rethink that, judge.
- I don't think that's even
possible at this point.
- So, am I to assume that
you're not gonna tell me
what it is?
- No.
You'll find out soon enough.
- Alright.
Well, until then, get
the fuck off my phone.
And, bitch, don't call me again.
- Who the fuck is that?
Who is it?
-Kat!
- Come on.
- They got her.
- What?
- They got her at
the motel last night.
- Where is she?
- She's in jail.
- What?
- She's in jail.
- Okay, calm the fuck down.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- No, what I'm gonna need you to
do is lower your tone.
- No, no, no, no, you know damn
well that you killed Allen.
And that Blue was there so--
- Motherfucker,
what you gonna do?
- I got it.
- No.
- I got it.
- She was only in there so that
she could clean up Doc's mess
after killing that girl.
Yeah.
- Kat.
- I'm not playing
this shit no more.
- You need to lower your tone.
- I don't need to do
a fucking thing, Madam.
I will give up all of
this shit, and you too.
You know I'm not playing this.
You got 24 hours to get her out!
You hear me?
- Shoot me.
Isn't that your training, hmm?
What the fuck they teach
you at the academy?
Now, I don't know who the fuck
you think you are, coming into
my house, talking to me like
a rabid-ass fucking dog.
But, bitch, you obviously
don't know who the fuck I am.
So we're gonna start
with an apology, okay?
'Cause I am absolutely the kind
of woman that would die
right the fuck here in a
shootout before I let
your monkey-ass walk in my
motherfucking house
talking crazy.
I can't hear you, bitch!
- I'm sorry.
- Put your fucking gun down.
Fucking crazy?
What you don't realize,
bitch--did she not tell you?
I'm crazy.
I'm crazy fucking crazy.
This shit ain't play!
Get the fuck out of my house!
Auntie. Auntie.