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What the fuck
is going on in here?

Looks like it's
some type of gas.

Previously on
All The Queen's Men...

You're going to need
to explain to me

-what the fuck just happened.
-She's dead.

-Wanna hang out sometime?
-Get the fuck out of my face.

I came here hoping to salvage
a relationship with my sisters.

You went to the feds
and snitched on daddy.

-Did.
-We can remain enemies.

Enemies we are.

-Are you on drugs?
-Just a little Molly.

Must have found out
that I got to Dr. Fong.

And then had him killed.

Checkmate, motherfucker.

How about we take a little
off the top?

Marilyn.

In your cutthroat mode as usual.

Let's cut the foreplay.

We both know you're not
going to kill me.

Now why can you
be so certain, hmm?

Because the retaliation
on you by my family

would make you
regret your choice.

Oh, please tell me what family
members are you speaking of?

Are we talking about
your dead brother

or your dead wife?

Oh, I'm sure you're talking
about your dead father-in-law.

Hmm?

Always so classy.

If you wanted me dead, Marilyn,
I'd be dead.

I'm not.
So what do you want?

Outside of killing
a lot of people, Rafael,

what exactly are we doing? Hmm?

We're costing each other
quite a bit of cash

and wasting a lot
of fucking time.

You're right.

I've lost a bit too much already
in our little war.

Well, I have a proposition.

You leave me and mine alone.

In turn, I'll forget you
even exist.

Are you proposing a truce?

You can call it whatever
the fuck you want to.

But if you come
after my dancers again,

you will wake up
and that straight razor

will be pressed against
something that is not your neck.

Get better fucking security!

Oh, Madam.

Don't you make a fucking sound.

Please stop!
Take whatever you want!

No, no! Please!

Wait, wait!

Oh!
Hey, I didn't hurt you, did I?

No, I'm okay.
I'm okay.

-You sure?
-Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. It's fine,
it's fine. Keep going.

-You sure?
-Yeah. Keep going. Keep going.

You positive?

-Shut the fuck up.
-Oh, no. No.

Keep making that sound
and I'll break your fucking jaw.

No, no!
Let me go!

Let me, let me go!
Let me go!

Crazy bitch...

Hey Amp.

It's good to see you.

Yeah.

I'm glad you came.

Yeah, well, you wanted to talk,
so...

I'm here.

Listen, I um...

I know I have a lot
to make up for.

Okay, um...

With all due respect,
can we not start there

because you actually are right.

You do have a lot to make up for

and I just gotta keep it real.

I don't know how
you're gonna do that.

I don't know either, baby.

Uh, yeah...
Not that one.

I'm not your baby no more.

I'm sorry. Yeah.
You're right.

Um...

Look, I'm trying.

It's a little late for that,
don't you think?

As long as your heart is open
to me, it's never too late.

So did you ever leave dad?

Yeah.

It was a long time coming.

Yeah.

Yeah, he was a real asshole
to you, you know?

And he definitely,
he hated me.

You know what?
I always wondered

if he told you to cut me off
why didn't you leave him then?

-I-I couldn't.
-What do you mean?

I'm your only son, right?

He controlled all the money.
He paid all the bills.

-What was I supposed to do?
-I don't know, man.

I really don't know what to tell
you to do, but I mean, like,

there's a lot of mothers
that go out there every day

and they bust they ass
to try to make a life

for them and they son.

-Amp, you were in prison.
-Exactly.

Yo, I was in prison.

I was young, bro.

I was 19.
I was scared.

And I had nobody.

Alone, by myself.

I am sorry.

I am so sorry.

I don't know how we get past
this, but we have to.

Uh-uh. You don't get to do that.

You don't get to push me
and tell me what I have to do.

-All right?
-Okay.

Please 'cause I don't know how
to start that.

And I'm trying my ass off.

I know.

And-and I don't know how
to start it either,

but-but maybe we can figure it
out together

now that I'm back here.

Wow. I've heard that before.

How long this time?

Well, listen, your grandfather,
he left me Mattie B's,

so I'm not going anywhere
anytime soon.

What? Cadillac left you--

He left you Mattie B's?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

It's uh, it's a chance
for a fresh start for me.

And...

It could be one for you, too.

If you just give me a chance.

Amp, I am here for you now.

I promise.

I promise.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Um...

I love you.

I love you, too.

I ain't never stopped.
Yeah.

I'll see you later, Mama.

So, how have you been doing
since our last session?

-Not so good.
-Okay. What's going on?

I had to take a colleague home
last night from work.

It was her last day.

It was hard to say goodbye.

Yes. Parting ways with someone
in your place of employment

can be tough.

Tell me about it.

But you know, in professional
settings, people come and go.

So you can't take that personal.

It wasn't Vicky's choice
to leave.

It was a direct result
of my decision making.

So you fired her?

Yeah.
It's not like that.

Okay, you were, um,

a part of her being dismissed.

Yeah. Dismissed.
Mm-hmm.

So how do you feel about that?

What the fuck you think
I feel about it?

I felt like shit
because it was my fault.

-Your fault in what way?
-What is what these questions?

Tell me what the fuck I need
to do so I can get better.

I'm afraid that that's not how
therapy works.

Maybe this shit ain't for me.

Okay, Belinda,
based on what you've told me,

I think an unconventional type
of therapy will be

beneficial for you.

And what is that?

It's a type of therapy where
you don't have to talk as much.

I like the way that sounds.

Great. I think you'll find it
highly effective.

I'll set it up
for our next session

and we'll go from there.

All right, Beaucoup's.

Let's see what I can get
from your security cameras.

Time stamp matches.

About an hour after
they left my place.

Gotcha!

Come on in.
The door's open.

What's up, Fuego?
You ready to hit the gym?

I mean--
My bag's in the car.

Oh, man. Beaucoup's!
Man, I love that place.

It's an hour away,
but the po'boys are fire.

-It reminds me of home.
-Yeah?

I was thinking about checking
them out.

Maybe we should go sometime.

I mean, there ain't no time
like the present.

Hi.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm headed to the lab
to start my shift.

I don't think so.

We need to talk to you,
Nyema.

Am I in some sort of trouble?

I don't know.
You tell me.

I heard about what happened
last night.

Oh. You have to know, that's so
out of character for me.

It won't happen again.

And it won't affect my work.

You're damn right it won't.
You know, as an employee

of the government,
if anything suspicious comes up

on your tox screen, they're
obligated to let us know.

Here's your test results.

It came up positive
for PCP in your system.

PCP? That's impossible.

Well, labs don't lie.

You already know that.

I-I don't know.
It can't be true.

There must be some
sort of mistake.

So this isn't your name?

And the last four numbers
of your social?

-It is, but--
-But what, Nyema?

Those are definitely your labs.
And testing positive

for phencyclidine means
that all of your cases

-are completely compromised.
-Wait. All of them?

I'm so sorry.

I have no idea how this
could've happened.

Just keep your sorries.

You have completely jeopardized
some of my most important work.

Not to mention
pending investigations.

Am I fired?

Just go home.

We'll let you know when and if
you can return back to work.

Damn!

She just ruined our whole case.

Yo, where your head at?

Let me ask you something.

You ever kill somebody?

If I did,
I wouldn't talk about it.

That's how niggas get caught.

Why you askin'?

I'm just-just wondering,
you know, if I have it in me

-to kill somebody.
-Yo, that's dark as fuck.

What's wrong with you?

Do--

You ever hear
of a smash and kill?

We live in Atlanta.
Of course.

-That shit happened to me.
-Shit, you serious?

As a heart attack.

Is that who you been trying
to look for?

Yeah.

Man, whose body
they try to pin on you?

My ex-girl, Sandra.

Damn.
That's fucked up.

Yeah. And I found out they--

They raped her
before they killed her.

Yo, you can't let
that shit slide.

Oh, I won't.

Yo, girl, damn.
What you doin'?

You can't be popping up
on me like that.

That's how people get shot.

I'm so sorry. I just--
I just needed to see you again.

Nobody's ever done what
you've done for me.

Appreciate that.

Uh, this laundry ain't
gonna wash itself though.

Oh, I can do it.

I can cook.
I can clean.

I can do your laundry
if we were in a relationship.

Listen, Renee.

I'm not really a one-woman
type of man.

I like my pussy
how like I like my Skittles.

I just kind of like
to taste the rainbow.

Okay.

But luckily for you,

I'm one call away
if you need me.

Really?

As long as you got the cash.

I got you.
I got you.

I do have an urgent need
I would love for you

to take care of right now.

Damn.

Told you it was urgent.

I guess uh,
I can take a walk in.

Good morning, Madam.

Tommy, have you talked to Blue?
I can't reach her.

I tried calling her myself,
but she didn't answer.

Hmm.

What's that?

Oh, this?
It's a four flavor butter board.

We have ground rosemary with
lemon, roasted garlic, parmesan,

and a fresh basil chiffonade.

We also have fig, prosciutto,
and a honey drizzle to die for.

Last but not least,

we have pistachios, mint,

and a zesty orange zest.

That's cute, but, you know I
don't fuck with dairy like that.

Of course, Madam.

That's exactly why
I used vegan butter.

I'm sure you did.
I also took the liberty

of warming up you some bread
for dipping.

I don't need all them carbs,
Tommy.

Would you like me to make you
a fruit board, Madam?

No, I wouldn't.
I'm good, okay?

Is everything okay, Madam?

No, Tommy, it's not okay.

It's too quiet.

I don't like it
when it's this quiet.

I feel like something's
going on.

Well, you and the Concierge
called it a truce,

so at least you don't have
to worry about him.

Fuck him.

I don't trust that motherfucker
as far as I can throw him.

It's not that. It's this trial.
This shit got me tense, man.

I need a fuckin' release.

Would you like me to set
something up for you?

I would.
Thank you, Tommy.

With all the bells and whistles.

Right away, Madam.

So what are we supposed
to do now?

All of that girl's cases
have been compromised.

Are you serious?
All of them?

Mm-hmm.

Any evidence that went through
the lab that was examined

by Nyema is now inadmissible.

Once this gets out,
people are going to be

coming out of the woodwork
trying to get new trials.

-Shit.
-Shit is right.

Not to mention that this
directly affects Madam's trial.

And I am not going to lose this
case on a technicality.

I mean,

does anybody else need to know
about the test results?

Can we just pretend like
they don't exist?

Has the information gone up
the chain of command yet?

What information?

Man, you heard Trouble
got suspended?

Nah, I ain't heard.

Shit. She wasn't my favorite
person around here anyway,

so more money for me
and you, right?

I guess.

It's just she was the only
person who had my back.

Bro, don't worry about that.

I got your back, all right?

Thanks, man.

First Champ, now Trouble.
I hope we ain't next, man.

Don't worry about that and us.

We dance, we mind our business,

and we do as we told.

And that's how you survive
in a place like this.

You right.
You right.

Keeping it real.
Trouble was a bitch to me.

So I couldn't care less
if she's gone.

Oh, shit.

Peachtree Paternity?
I know that place.

This girl tried to pin a baby
on my boy there.

Yeah, we found out that
it wasn't his, though.

Yeah, man, I hope you get
the same good news.

Fuck them kids, right?

Yeah, we'll see.

Face, come here, baby.

I got us some good
stuff tonight.

Madam...

It's good to see you as always.

Oh, you know that shit
right there?

That shit sounded genuine.

You might fuck around and be a
good politician after all.

Thank you.
What-what can I do for you?

Well, you can start by telling
me why the fuck it is

I have to chase you down
to find out the status

on that eminent domain property
we talked about.

Oh, the land next to Mattie B's.

Yeah.

-I'm working on it.
-Well, work faster, bitch.

You do realize that
I'm under a lot of scrutiny.

Especially now that I just
started my candidacy.

And I've been subpoenaed
in your trial.

I know.
So have quite a few others,

but, um, you don't have shit
to say, do you?

-You can count on my silence.
-That's what I thought.

I also need a few speeding
tickets erased.

Fuck, if I wanted to drive
45 miles per hour,

I would drive a fucking minivan.
And obviously I don't.

I-I-I'll do my best, Madam,
to have that handled for you.

Thank you.

Is there
anything else?

Nope.

You can get back to whatever
the fuck it is you were doing.

-Have a good night, Madam.
-Don't I always?

My land, Tandy.

Fucking bitch--
Fuck this bitch.

Excuse me, beautiful.

You got one for me?

Ah. Thank you.

Thank you.
Oh, yeah.

Me and you should
get together sometime.

Oh, what?
So what that mean?

Somebody will be joining us?

Oh, come on, baby,
don't be like that.

You out here beggin'.

Shut up, nigga.

I just left my charger
in the locker room.

Mind your business.

Damn. Your broke ass
can't afford no charger?

I got some pocket change
in my cupholder, little brokie.

Oh, so you got jokes?

With you, Trouble?
They come easy.

Face, you ain't never made
nothin' come easy.

You can't even come to VIP
and tell me that.

Amateur.

At least I ain't got no
gay stalker.

The fuck is you talking about?

Caught the new nigga
going in your locker,

stealing your drawers.

You serious right now?
Who?

I think his name is what?
Quincy? Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

You serious right now?
Don't bullshit me, Trouble.

Hell, yeah.

Oh yeah, and um,

I seen a bunch of your pictures
in his locker, too.

Y'all make a cute couple.

Oh, you're not--You're not
laughin' now though, huh?

Uh-huh, okay.

You know what?

Why don't you get your broke ass
up outta here, aight?

Gay.

Now, I don't need anymore shit
happening around here. Okay?

So if you see anything
or anyone that even looks

mildly suspicious,
you tell Blue immediately.

Got it? All right.
Y'all can leave.

Madam, Attorney Lovett
is here to see you.

You can let him in.

Lovett, so tell me,

what has my $50,000 retainer
gotten me today?

I was able to get an extension
for the trial.

-Well, that's good news.
-It is.

But now it's important that we
start your trial prep.

Okay. Let me know what you need.

I would also like to speak
with the dancers

and all other employees
testifying.

No one speaking in your defense
gets on that stand

unless we know exactly what
they're going to say.

Well, they not gonna say shit

besides what we
tell them to say.

Good. It'll be time consuming,
but they need to be prepared.

D.A. Rodds is going to be a
bitch during cross-examination.

-She is a bitch in general.
-Agreed.

Well, I have some
good news of my own.

Looks like the lab tech that
works for the police department

just tested positive for PCP.

And all the tests she handles
since her last drug screening

-are inadmissible.
-It's good.

Who knew people still did PCP?

Shit, lucky for me.
Some things never change.

Well, that's-that's great news,
Madam, but the lab tech

is just a small piece.

The charges that they brought
against you are stacked up.

So this is what I need.

I need you to settle down,

so that they don't add any
charges to the trial.

Especially while we strategize
the case.

All right.
I'll try.

Madam, please do.
I mean, I'm good,

but I can only do so much.

-All right. Is that it?
-That's it.

You can go.

Nice of you to join us.

I haven't seen you all day.

I had some--some personal stuff
to take care of.

Hmm. Anything you'd like
to share?

Nope. All good.

Just checking on you.
Seeing if you need anything.

No, I'm good, also.

-Detective Davis.
-Wilmont.

I heard something over the wire.
Figured it may interest you.

Okay.

I'm all ears.

So apparently, Vicky,
the fluffer

that works over at Club Eden,

she died.

What's a fluffer?

You know, a fluffer.

Okay, Lola, saying something
with air quotes

doesn't make it any clearer.
What is a fluffer?

Okay. A fluffer is a womn.
She works at a club.

And she basically, you know--

She gets the dancers ready
to perform.

She fluffs them up
before they go out on stage.

-Oh.
-Mm-hmm.

Oh! Ew! Wait a minute.

There's actually a person
whose job that is?

Yep.
Apparently so.

Thank God my parents
raised me right.

Damn! All right, well, how did
Vicky the fluffer die?

Well, that's the thing.
She died peacefully in her home.

Wait a minute.
Nobody who's associated

with Madam or that club
dies peacefully.

Exactly.

Okay, I'll look into it.
Good work. All right.

Just what are you up to?

Where the fuck is Quincy's
locker at?

Why? You gonna do the same thing
you did to him you did to me?

Man, shut the fuck up!

I'ma break your fucking neck.

Tell me where it's at.

You see, Madam?

I do.

It's small enough to make
the perfect caramelization

on a creme brulee or...

To burn somebody's face off.

-I like that.
-You wanted to see me, Madam?

Yes?

Is there a problem?

Tommy, can you leave, please?
You're scaring Doc.

I wanted to thank you.

-Thank me?
-Mm-hmm.

That was a nice little angle
on the lab tech.

Bringing her down discredits all
of her cases, which means

that her evidence in my case
won't hold up in trial.

-That's great, Madam.
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

It's very good.

-Here.
-No, no, Madam.

You ain't gotta pay me for that.
You know I got you.

I know, but here.
Take it.

I wanted to reward you.

-Thanks, Madam.
-Mm-hmm.

-Good job, Doc.
-Appreciate you, Madam.

Madam, your surpise is ready.

Oh, yes.
My bells and whistles.

So you're not gonna tell me?

No! I said what the fuck I said.

Oh!

So this nigga's
been stalking me?

Where's the fucking fire?

You don't hear me
talking to you?

-My bad, Blue.
-You all right?

I'm about to kill somebody.

Not right now you're not.

You gotta be on that stage
in five.

It's not gonna take me long.

What are you trying to do, Face?

None of your business.

Respectfully.

Anything or anyone that affects
Madam's money is my business.

So that nigga that
you're trying to kill,

that's gonna have to wait
on your own time.

We got too much heat
at this club.

-Yeah. All right.
-I know it's all right.

Now get to the VIPs.

-Hey.
-What's up?

You're in a good mood.

Yeah, um, I took your advice.

Okay. What does that mean?

And I had sit down with my mom.

Oh, babe, that's great.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

How'd it go?

Uh, it was pretty good.

I mean, it started off a little
rough, but... You know.

You know how I was feeling
about the shit, so.

I do.
How you feeling now.

I'm still not sure.

Okay, well,
that's understandable.

Yeah.

I mean, shit, she said her piece
and I definitely said mine.

Mm-hmm.

But um, at least we're back
on track.

-We're talking.
-Good.

I'm really happy
for the two of you.

Me, too.
Watch out. You all right?

I know.
I'm all right.

Well, hey, you know,
honestly I was a little worried

that she would bail on me,

but she said that
she's staying in Atlanta.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Apparently, Cadillac
left her Mattie B's.

Does Madam know about that?

Shit, I guess so.

Anyway, I wanna thank you
for encouraging me.

I gotta get back out there,
all right?

Of course, I know that.

Um, but you know I'm,
I'm happy for you.

And you know me.
I'm all about second chances.

Yes, you are.

I am back with you again, right?

-Yes, you are.
-Okay.

-Bye, baby.
-Bye, baby.

Come on, ladies!

Ladies...

Are you ready?

Yeah!

Okay, that sounded all right if
you at some whack-ass club,

but baby, you at Club Eden.

And that don't cut it, okay?

I need to hear y'all.

I need to hear y'all scream like
you feel it in your guts, okay?

Where you at?
Y'all playin'!

Y'all playin'.

In your guts.

From your gut.

So I'ma ask you one mo' time.

Are y'all ready?

Ladies, give it up for Babyface,

El Fuego,

and Big D.

-Quincy, can I talk to you?
-I'm busy, man.

-This is important.
-So is me getting this money.

Yo, what the fuck is you doing?

Babyface came in the locker room
looking for you.

-What?
-Yeah.

He came in there with a crowbar
and he was pissed.

-Why?
-Shit, I don't know.

He was looking for something,
breaking lockers and shit.

Did you tell him?

No, but I didn't stick around
to find out.

Fuck. All right.
Thanks, man.

All right, Tommy.
I see you've outdone yourself.

Yes, Madam.

I know all this trial stuff
has been stressful.

So I arranged for you
some relaxation.

Thank you, Tommy.

I think you'll find whatever
you're looking to get into

somewhere around here.

Yep, I see you've covered
all your bases.

I have.

Will there be anything else,
Madam?

No, this is perfect.

Would you like me to join in
on the festivities?

Not this time.
You can go.

Yes, Madam.

All righty,
so where should we start?

Well, you don't have on any tie
so you start.

Get the candle.

Pour it on her.

Now pour some on him.

Mm-hmm.

That's enough.

Now you take the ties off.
They don't need that.

You two, ladies.

Kiss.

Now, you two, 69.

You can get involved.

Mm-hmm.

Get up there.

Mm-hmm.

Aw, you wanna play?
Get on his dick.

Ooh, reverse cowgirl.
Okay.

I know it feels good,
but slow down, bitch.

I don't wanna come.

Not yet.

I got that Molly.
I got that Tina.

Okay. Y'all don't want--

Y'all don't wanna have a
good night? All right.

All y'all just broke? Bet.
Oh, okay.

You want some? No?

Y'all trying to have
a good night tonight?

Wait, you're not
dancing tonight?

Nah, baby, I'm on a hiatus.

What's up?

Okay. Well,
are you doing any side gigs?

'Cause I might be interested
when I leave the club tonight.

Nah, but um, give me your number

and I'll hit you up
later about that.

-Okay.
-You know?

But um, I'm on my side hustle
right now.

I got that Molly and Tina on me.

Oh no, baby,
I'm straight on that,

but you make sure you hit me up.

-I got you.
-For sure.

I got you, baby.
I promise.

All right. Don't play.

Anybody trying to enhance
their night?

-Trouble, what you doin'?
-I'm paying my rent.

Hey, anybody trying to have a
little fun tonight?

-What you meana?
-What you mean what I mean?

Shit, Madam ain't talkin' to me
and she kicked me out the club,

so I gotta do what I gotta do.

And I'm tired of
asking her for shit.

Are you selling drugs
at Madam's club?

I gotta do what I gotta do,
Rayshon. Damn.

Trouble, you know there's a
strict no drugs policy at Eden.

Madam ain't gonna like this.

Madam ain't gonna find out
about this shit, is she?

I said, Madam ain't gonna find
out about this shit, is she?

Nah, she ain't.
Not from me.

-I ain't see shit.
-Okay.

What? You mad now?

You all right?

Yeah.

Uh, I just feel a
little lightheaded.

Maybe you need to sit down.

Uh, no. I think they just used a
little bit too much bleach today

when they cleaned the floors.

It's just strong.

I don't smell anything.

Maybe you just need to get
some fresh air or something.

-Yeah. Can you cover me?
-Mm-hmm. I got you.

You're killing it, Quincy.

Madam is gonna be
very happy about this.

Good job.
Mm-hmm.

Look at this gay ass nigga.

Hey, who the fuck
you talkin' about?

I'm talkin' about you.

-Face.
-What's going on?

This nigga got photos of me
in his locker and I heard

-he stole my drawers.
-Stole his drawers?

Look, I can explain.

Ain't no good explanation
for that, nigga.

That shit gay as fuck
and I don't play like that.

Face!

-Hey, whoa, guys.
-Yo, yo, yo!

-Chill your ass the fuck out.
-Chill. Chill.

Man, this nigga
been stalking me!

Ain't nobody been stalking you!

So what the fuck
do you call it then?

-Huh?
-Bruh, chill.

Ninety nine point nine percent
accurate...

Dad.

What the fuck is you talkin'
about, man?

Dad?

Ninety nine point nine percent
positive.

Babyface, you are the father.