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- Oh, shit! Allen is here.

- Get your ass over here!

-Previously on "All the Queen's Men."

Let's go.

- You've got some nerve coming around here.

You know what you put my family through?

- Don't do it.

- Mr. Brown, I wanna see your tax returns

or I'm locking you up.

- Did you know? - No.

- If I don't like what you're giving,

your ass is going to jail.

- So what do you got planned for the evening?

- I'mma just go home and just lay low.

- You about to die, motherfucker!

- Oh, shit!

- Bitch, shut up!

I said shut the fuck up.

- Wrap him up.

- I--I can't do that.

- Nigga, I just saved your fuckin' life.

Wrap him up! - What--

What are you talking about? I--

- Ask this bitch.

Look at him! Look at him!

Tell him.

- He--he was gonna kill you.

- And, what, you can't help me clean up the body?

What the fuck are you saying to me, Doc, huh?

- I think I'm gonna throw up. - How are you gonna throw up?

Nigga, I'm the one that shot him!

Get the fuck out.

Get the fuck out and leave the ladies to do

what the fuck y'all men can't do!

Cleaning up y'all's shit.

- I got it.

- Get him to my office.

-Okay. - And make this bitch help.

-Mm-hmm. - Please. Please.

- And talk to her-- - Please.

- 'Cuz if I have to-- bitch, shut the fuck up.

If I have to come back here,

I swear I'm gonna kill everything breathing

in this motherfucker, and that would be you.

- Yes, Madam. - Fuck, I need a massage.

- Get the fuck up.

Get the fuck up.

- All right.

You got a mop, bitch?

If you don't stop this fucking crying...

Bitch, I asked you if you had a fucking mop.

If you throw up here on this nigga--

get a fucking mop!

Now!

She ain't never like you, nigga.

Huh? You hear me?

Did you get a fucking mop?

If I gotta come into that motherfucking bathroom,

I'mma choke your ass out.

- Shut the fuck up!

You got any money, bitch?

You stay there.

- Mm.

Madam?

-Midnight, get to the club now.

- Yeah.

-Midnight, bury him deep.

I don't want him to smell.

In the springtime, I'll lay some concrete.

Put a patio on top of him.

- I'm taking the car up to Virgil at the junkyard.

- That should cover it.

And dispose of the cellphone along the way, but leave it on,

so one of the cell towers can pick it up.

- Say less.

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Yo! What's good?

- Hey.

- I'm Red.

- I'm Amp.

- How's your first night in paradise?

- It was all right.

- How many days you got?

- Sixty.

- Aw, shit, that's easy. I got about 20 more.

- All right. Good for you, man.

- Got a job yet?

- No. I'mma, uh, start looking today.

- Don't worry about it.

You ain't find shit around here.

Took me forever.

- Well, maybe my luck is better, all right?

- Don't count on it.

My nigga, I'm washing dishes for $5 an hour.

- Dog, but that ain't minimum wage.

- I had to get whatever I could take under the table.

Matter of fact, I could put a word in for you, if you want.

- No. I'm--I'm cool, man.

I know that shit's kind of illegal, so I'm good.

- Nigga, that's on the boss.

When I was rollin', I was making fucking thousands.

- Nigga, what was you doing?

- Nigga, we don't talk about this shit around here.

-Oh. My bad, brother. I feel you.

- But if I had a legal option.

- Yeah. I get you, man.

Mad shit.

- Hey. -Yeah?

- You got any options? - No, man.

- So what's your plan?

- I'm gonna go online, then try to find a job.

- As a felon?

Ain't nobody tell you, man?

Yeah, that shit ain't gonna work.

You're gonna burn up all your damn minutes

trying to find a damn job.

- I think I'm good. - A'ight.

By the way, I saw your phone last night.

- What you doing lookin' at my phone?

- Naw, it's just nice. It's, like, new.

How you get that coming out of jail?

- None of your business, man.

- A'ight.

I see you gotta be all hard and shit.

Like, chill, I've been locked up too.

-We all have, bro.

- That's why we're here, nigga. I get it.

But you ain't gotta be that way with me.

You'll see, I'm cool.

- All right, bro.

- I got your back. I'm your roommate.

- All right. - Have you met Bill yet?

- No. Who's Bill?

Oh, you'll see.

But you met Paul, right?

- Uh, yeah, last night.

- Yeah, total opposite.

-Amp! Paul's looking for you!

- Shit, speaking of Paul, that's you.

- I guess I'm new news, huh?

- Yeah, and they wanna see you.

- All right. Thanks, man. - I got you.

-Yeah.

- Loosen up! Goddamn!

- Mr. Harold, you wanted to see me?

- Yeah, have a seat.

They was supposed to get you a parole officer,

but apparently the office is backed up.

So I'll be handling your case until they do.

Same rules apply, including random drug testing.

- Hey, am I testing today?

- It's called random for a reason.

- Right.

-Listen, don't think for one minute that I'm gonna go

easy on you because we live under the same roof

and got the same skin color.

I don't mind sending any of you motherfuckers

back to prison at all.

One fuck-up, you can get the fuck out.

- Is that it? - For now.

- How did it go last night?

- We got him buried. - Good.

- So, are we going to talk about Doc?

- What is there to talk about?

- Him not being able to help, Madam.

- Blue...

it is what it is. Okay?

- Madam, you saved that nigga's life.

- No, I didn't.

- I was there, remember?

- What I did was bought another ally, okay?

Allen's been putting pressure on me to sell my club to Gene,

and that shit is not happening.

So, I killed two birds

with one stone...literally.

Got Allen's ass out the way and Doc in my debts.

Now let me run this play, okay?

-Okay. - I got this.

- You always stay two steps ahead of them niggas.

You already know.

-I like your style.

- Yes, speaking of steps, step over there.

I have a surprise for you.

Oh yeah? And what's that?

- Not much.

Just a little something to say thank you.

- Where he at?

- Come on.

- Now, don't be shy. - I ain't shy.

-Hurry your ass up.

- I got it. - He ain't got it.

- Come on, bro. You gotta get

your damn weight up. - I got my weight up.

- Yeah, if you did, you wouldn't be

trying to pay child support.

- Hey, man, go ahead on with that shit.

- I'm telling you, man, you better.

- Hey, do you got a baby and a crazy-ass baby momma?

The fuck you gonna tell me what I need to do?

- I don't need to have all that to know.

- Man, cut out the fake-ass accent.

Hell, we all know you ain't Latin.

- You don't know shit.

- Yo, but look, seriously, I got a problem.

- What is it, bro? - So that VIP chick

that kept me up there for an hour last night?

- What the hell was that all about?

- Yo, tell me why that was the judge?

- Yo! I thought I recognized her!

- She wore my ass out last night, and Patty was there.

- Bro, I told you, be careful with that shit.

- I know, man.

- She takin' care of you, though?

- She is.

- Yo, she not taking care of me.

Just pays for a few things.

- All his needs.

- Bro, I had one of those before.

And when I left her and went on to another,

she fucked all my shit up.

- What? - Bro, all my credit.

Even got my car repossessed

'cuz it was in both our fucking names.

- He's not that dumb. The car's in your name, right?

- Oh, fuck, damn. - Damn!

I hope the apartment is in your name.

- Where the hell is Doc?

- Bro, you better hope to hell Ms. Patty don't find out.

- Yo, where is Doc?

- She gonna find out. - She's gonna find out, bro.

- Bullshit.

- Hey, guys! - Hey, Toni.

- Hey, what's up? - How y'all fellas doing?

- I'm doing all right. How you doing?

- You know, just trying to keep it tight while running this gym.

- Yeah, damn sure looking tight.

- Looks like you ain't missed a day in the gym.

- Thank you. Fuego, can you come take a look

at the computer I DJ with in the spin room?

I'm having trouble logging in to my music.

- Yeah, you know he got you.

He can do all that computer shit.

- Yeah, yeah. - Can you look now?

- Yeah. Yeah, come on.

- They-- - 'Bout--

- To-- ---boot!

- Mm.

Ooh.

I can't remember the last time I had one of these.

- Mm-hmm.

- Damn, thank you, Madam. Fuck.

- No, thank you, Blue.

Thank you for always having my back.

I can't count on many people. But you? You a real one.

- You being sentimental on me, Madam?

- No.

I just appreciate you, Blue.

All right, now it's time for our mani and pedis.

- See, this is what I'm talking about, right?

This is how you thank a motherfucker.

- No.

That is how you thank a motherfucker.

- See it? - Yeah.

All you have to do is this.

That, update, refresh this, and...

- Let me see. Let me see. Let me see.

So you were saying refresh this, update that.

Oh. Thank you.

- But I think you knew that.

- What makes you think that?

I just wanted to see how you were doing.

I haven't seen you in a while.

- I'm good. I gotta get back out there.

- I saw you guys dancing online.

- Online? We're not supposed to be online.

- I saw it.

- I should look that up and talk to Madam.

- I wish I could see it live, but uh, you know...

- What?

- I got the real thing in front of me,

so why do I need to go to a club?

I really wanna see you.

- See-- - What?

- Look. - I got money if that's it.

- Ain't about the money. That really ain't my thing.

- That ain't really? Or it ain't?

- Look, I'm a sexual man.

- Didn't I give you the best blowjob you've ever had?

That's what you said.

- I was-- - You was what?

- Come on. - You come on!

- Toni-- -Mm-hmm?

Fuck.

Toni.

- Hey! Hey!

- Hey, break it up! Break it up!

Leave her alone! Leave her alone!

- Are you okay?

- I didn't do nothing to them.

-Then why are they fighting you?

- They always make fun of me. - Here.

Dry your eyes off.

- Madam? You all right?

- I'm good. Get my table.

- Okay.

- I got blood on your scarf. I'm sorry.

- It's okay. It's a handkerchief.

I have plenty of them. You can keep it.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Why are they making fun of you? - Look at me.

- What? I'm looking. What are you talking about?

- Don't act like you don't see it.

I'm fat, and my clothes are--

- Do you have a phone? -No.

- I didn't think so. Take this.

- I can have it? - Yeah.

Look, my number is in there, okay?

Now, if they come back and they fuck with you again,

you let me know. You call me, okay?

- For real?

- Yeah.

Let me see that. I'm gonna call somebody.

- Oh, what the fuck does she want?

Answer!

- Miss Madam! Yeah, I'm looking at

r-r-racks and r-r-racks of things for you, honey.

- Bring 'em to the club. -You got it!

- Look, Gabriel, I'm gonna send somebody to you.

- What, we got a fine new dancer?

-No. It's a new friend of mine.

What's your name?

- Shemika.

- It's Shemika, okay?

Get her dressed very nice for school and send me the bill.

Just tell me how much it is.

- No, ma'am. -Excuse me?

- I am tired of you and your little charity cases.

I dress divas, not these little underprivileged girls

you send up in here.

- Shemika, this is Gabriel, okay?

What I'm gonna need you to do is go see him.

And he's going to be nice.

And if he's not, then you let me know,

'cuz you have my number, okay?

- Madam, I'm on the phone. - I know you on the phone,

and I know you can hear me, bitch, listen.

If you are rude to this little girl,

I will fuck you up, you hear me?

-Madam, I gotta say this one thing to you.

You are a strange bi-- colorful character.

I've seen you bash a ho's head in,

but you--you stop the car to help a kitten and these kids.

- Yeah, well, someone has to. Yo' ass ain't.

Here, baby, take this. - Thank you.

- Call me if you need me.

Hold your head up, baby.

- Uh, sorry.

- Is she okay?

- Yeah. She's okay.

- You always helping.

- Well, Dime, there's always someone in need.

Speaking of, I wanted to say thank you.

- For?

- For dropping off my nephew the other day.

- Sure.

- I saw the way you were looking at him.

- What?

- Girl, please, you know I know women, okay?

And it's been--it's been a while for you, Dime.

- Yeah, I am just trying to work.

- What's going on? For real, what's going on?

- Can we just focus on the club?

- Okay. My club is on autopilot.

Baby girl, I'm about to open up another one.

- Really? - Yeah.

And I am considering letting you run it.

I mean, you have been kicking ass for me.

- Thank you, Madam. - Oh, you gettin' deep.

- No, I need this-- - I had a long night.

I want happy thoughts. Okay? Happy thoughts.

Let's drink.

- Yeah, you the one bringing up my ex, though.

- Okay, forget I did it, all right?

-Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

- Silly girl. - Fine.

- That's her. - Yeah?

- Damn. - You gonna go talk to her?

- Look like she's busy.

- You've been coming here twice a week with money you don't have

just 'cuz you heard she comes here.

Go talk to her.

- No.

- I'm not gonna let you pass this by.

- You see what them guys look like in there?

- Look at you! You can do it.

I'm good on that.

- I'm sick of this shit.

You wanna work at Club Eden? Go on!

All the money they make? You're just as hot.

- You say that now, but you get jealous every time I be dancing.

- That was before all this damn rent was due.

- Shit. - Go talk to her.

- Okay. - Go on!

- Okay, okay.

- Uh, hi.

- Hi.

- I'm Jay.

- Hi, Jay.

- Uh...

- Is there something you wanna say to me, Jay?

- Uh...

- Baby, spit it out, come on. Time is money.

- I want to dance at your club.

No, thank you.

I have enough dancers.

- But I'm good, though.

- No.

-Okay.

- Damn, Jay! Do you give up that easy?

- No, I'm sorry. Uh...

- Are you any good?

-Yeah, I'm really good--

- Turn around. Let me see. Let me see your ass.

- Turn around! Come on. Stop.

Raise your shirt up. I can't see shit.

What you think, Dime?

- I don't know.

It's, uh--he seems a little...

- He's, like, passive? - Yes.

-That's kind of passive. - Yeah.

- I can be aggressive.

- Ooh, clutching my pearls! He scared me.

- Terrified. Oh my gosh.

Baby, if you want to work at Eden,

you gonna have to get aggressive.

Our women love aggressive.

- Oh--okay.

- Look...I have an amateur night.

Give her your number and someone will call you.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Who is that? - That's my girlfriend.

- You date white girls? - Yeah.

- Don't bring that bitch to my club, okay?

I deal in Black excellence only.

-Please don't.

- I won't.

- She jealous. -Yeah, she is.

- No, I know she's jealous. That wasn't a question.

- Okay. I'm sorry. - It's fine.

You guys won't be together long.

- Not working at Eden.

-Mm-mm, nope. - Sorry, boo-boo.

- I do have a question for you. -Okay.

- You're giving me real little dick energy.

How big is your dick?

- Uh...

- He ain't ready. - Nope.

If the inches are less than

the number of digits in your phone number,

don't come.

- You--you talkin' about with area code too,

or just the actual number?

- Wait, did he just say he was 10 inches?

- Uh, if he don't wanna--the area code,

it must be less than 6.

- You 6, 10, somewhere in between?

- No, I got 10, yup. Yeah!

Mm-hmm. I'm--yup.

Yes, I am. Yup.

- I don't get that energy, but it's fine.

We shall see. -Okay.

- Thank you, Jay.

- Thank you! Thank you!

-Bye. - Uh, all right, bye.

- You're still here, Jay.

-Goodbye, Jay.

- Thank you.

- Those niggas is crazy. - Girl.

- Hello, hi. Um, my name is Anthony.

I put in an application online.

Uh-huh.

Oh, it got rejected?

Yeah. Quick question.

How do you guys make your decisions so fast?

Oh, okay. Uh, yeah.

That's fine, I understand.

Yeah, thanks. Yeah.

- Yo, I'm telling you, I did all of that.

I applied to all those jobs online.

Every time you click "felon," the computer kicks you.

They never see it.

- Yeah, I see. That was the ninth one.

- You don't get it. Look.

You gotta know somebody or it ain't gonna work.

- I kind of do, but I'm cool.

- Who? Can you put me on?

-No, man. - Who do you know?

- My aunt.

She--she owns a club.

- What club?

- Eden.

- You kidding me, right? - No, man. She owns Eden.

- Nigga, why the hell you ain't working there?

- Yo, I just don't wanna be around--

- No, you gotta call your aunt.

Hell, tell her I'm available. I'll strip,

park cars. - Chill. Hey, calm down, man.

Um, no, I don't think you'd fit the bill, all right?

- What the hell you trying to say?

-Nothing, dog.

She did ask me to work the door, but, you know, I'm cool.

You feel me? - Then call her!

- No, nigga. I just told you no.

- Oh, probably too much temptation.

Is that the reason you here?

I get it. Do you.

- Nigga, weren't you going somewhere?

- I was just coming here to say hi to you, man.

- You're good.

- One day, you gonna realize I'm on your side.

-Yo, okay.

- In the meantime, I'm gonna go work on my moves for Eden.

- Ah, Miss Madam. - Hi.

- No, no, no. Now, don't you "hi" me.

- Mrow.

- You didn't tell me you were sending two girls to me.

- I sent one girl to you.

- No, bitch, it took two of everything to fit that fat ho.

- Are these my clothes?

- I mean, what do you think this is?

- Move, let me see.

- She's cute. I'll take 'em all.

- Perfect, dahling.

- No, this is perfect...for tonight.

- Alrighty.

But you still owe me for that girl.

- Okay. How much do you want?

- Never mind. I had some, uh, extra things.

- Mm-hmm. Big heart too, I see.

- No, because I don't know where she's gonna put them because

that damn girl is about to be homeless.

- What?

- She told me she's turning 18 and getting ready

to be put out of foster care.

- When? - The fuck if I know.

- Okay, I'll call her tomorrow.

- There you go with that big-ole heart.

- Oh, is that--there you go, leaving! Bye!

- Okay, fine! Bye, bitch!

-Heh, bye, girl.

- Miss you, kiss you, don't wanna be you.

Yes, you do!

- You wanted to see me? -Yeah, come in.

Have a seat.

- Look, I'm sorry about last night.

- What exactly are you sorry for?

- For leaving.

-It's okay. Blue handled it.

- Okay.

- Look, Doc, it's over, okay?

- No, thank you.

I mean, the motherfucker was gonna kill me.

- Yes, he was.

- And I owe you. - Yes, you do.

- Look, I could do just about anything for you.

I just--I can't have no bodies on me.

- Weak stomach? - I just can't do that.

Like...that's some 20 to life type shit.

- Not if you do it right.

- Yeah, I get that, but what about Tina?

- What about her?

- You not afraid she gonna say something?

- Look at my face. Does it look worried?

-No, but...

-But, what? You think she will?

- I don't know. -Okay.

Well, I'll pay her a visit just to make sure.

- You think that's wise?

- I think you should get dressed and get ready for tonight.

- All right. - Thank you.

- See you, Madam.

- Come in!

-Hey, Madam. - Hey.

- I came across some footage online of the guys and myself

doing various routines.

Not sure who recorded it or posted it,

but it popped up on my Explorer page.

Anyway, a few people have reposted it.

- I have a strict no-phone, no-filming policy.

- I know. But this may not be a bad thing.

If it goes viral,

it could create even more buzz for the club.

- More buzz does mean more customers.

All right.

But we need to figure out how to monetize it moving forward.

- I know. Don't reveal any of the customers,

short clips of the dances-- - Give them just enough--

- --of the experience. - Exactly.

All right. Go with it.

- Done deal.

- Let the fellows know I'll be in the locker room in a second

for roll call. - Will do.

Gracias, Madam.

- Thank you, papi.

-Hey, ladies! The doors of Eden are now open.

- Excuse me. - What?

- There are no photos allowed.

-Shoot, as much as I paid to get in here?

- How much did you pay? - Twenty damn dollars.

- Yeah, I can tell that's a lot for you

by your shoes and your weave.

Look, I run a nice establishment.

And for the privacy of my customers,

there are no photos allowed.

- Is there a problem? - Y'all bitches crazy.

- Did she just call me a-- - I got her.

- No, no, no. - You got who? You got who?

- I want this one. Are you crazy?

Hey, stop the music. Y'all get off the stage.

Excuse me, everybody!

Now, I was talking to--

What is your name?

- Keisha. My nose is bleeding!

- I was talking to Keisha My Nose Is Bleeding,

and I told her that no photos were allowed.

And she proceeded to call me a bitch.

-Ooh!

- Exactly.

Y'all know I frown on that shit, right?

So, Keisha My Nose Is Bleeding

is no longer allowed in my establishment.

Now, if I see her ass around here again,

Keisha My Nose Is Bleeding,

more than your nose will be bleeding.

You got me?

- Get the fuck out!

-Get out!

- All right. Now start the music.

Have fun, ladies!

- Hey.

I want you guys to go over there

and show Ms. Tandy a little extra attention.

- Anything we should know?

- Well, she's one of my elites, so if you take good care of her,

she'll take good care of you.

Make sure she has a good time.

- We can handle that.

- Her and her friends always pay well.

Mm-hmm.

- Yo. What up with that?

- Ms. Adams.

- That's the same lady who made the tamales?

- Yeah. - Damn, that look good.

That's the same lady with the carrot cake?

- Yes.

- Yo, Fuego, let me get a chunk of that, bro.

- Help yourself. Just save me some.

- Is it that same thick chick that brought those chicken wings

a couple of weeks ago?

- Yes, this is from the woman who brought the tamales,

the cake, and the wings. Ay dios mio!

-You get fat, you get fired.

And they're eating lasagna.

You better keep that shit tight.

- Yo. - Hey.

What you doin'?

- About to eat something.

-I can't believe she killed him.

- What? - Madam.

She's so cold-blooded.

-Yo, what the fuck is you talkin' about?

-Doc, you know that she killed Allen.

- Look, Tina, what did I tell you about calling me

when you smoking that shit?

- What?

- Look, get off my phone.

-Doc, you know she--

- He saw her. I know he did.

- I believe you.

- This woman is out of control.

- I know that.

And it's my job to get her under control.

So don't worry about it.

I got it.

Nothing is gonna happen to you.

- You don't know how she is. You didn't see her kill him.

- Tina, I understand that. But I need you to stay calm.

Listen, if you fall apart, we may not get her.

So I need you...

to hold yourself together.

We got it. Okay?

- Okay. - Okay?

- Thank you.

- I'll be in touch with you in a few days, okay?

Soon as we find out something.

- Okay. Thank you.

- No, thank you.