Original subtitles

- I think I hate when a bitch tries me.

- FEMALE NARRATOR: Previously on "All The Queen's Men"...

- Damn, I called my aunt, and I'm gonna go work there.

- MADAM: What is going on with you and Ms. Patty, Babyface?

- She pays for my car, my apartment,

shit, extra cash when I need it.

- MIDNIGHT: I think you would notice.

- Notice what?

- They was getting all the money.

- Daddy?

- Have you ever been swimming?

- MALE SINGER: ♪ Big new ba bitch ♪

♪ Some black mutt turn it into a savage ♪

♪ Look into my eyes, I'm for real ♪

- MADAM: What, your feet hurt? - No.

- Then why you sitting down? - I'm fucking tired.

- MADAM:[scoffing]

- BLUE: Found 'em? - Yes.

- We gotta get that money out the club.

- I got it, Blue, okay?

- Madam, you sittin' on that kind of cash.

- Look, the only people that even know the money is there

are you and I.

- We gotta get it out of there.

- Fine.

- BLUE: Look...

I know you don't tell me everything,

and you have a reason for everything that you do,

but, Madam, this shit right here is crazy.

- Let me explain something to you.

Cash is king, okay?

You never know when you need to make a move,

so for now, it's good.

- Okay.

I just keep trying to tell you.

- Well, I keep trying to tell you stay strapped,

be by my side,

and I'm good.

- Yes, ma'am, you are the queen.

- You better know it. Watch they ass.

- Nigga, you missed a spot.

- FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ They know not to play with me, 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 what I say to ♪

- MALE SINGER: ♪ Yeah

♪ You leave your mark on me, I guess that much is true ♪

♪ Push the needle through

♪ Tattooed onto you

- ♪

- Hey.

- More cash.

- Hey, put it right there, thank you.

You good?

- Yeah, I'm all right. Go home and get some rest.

- Okay.

Doc, come here. You're okay, all right?

It's gonna be okay. Come here, bring it down.

It's okay. - DOC: Thank you.

- MADAM: Mm-hmm. Calm down.

What the fuck are you doing?

- I just wanted to show you my appreciation.

- Let me the fuck go.

You see this shit? This is how you thank me, okay?

My daddy taught me don't you ever put your dick

in the cash register.

- What?

- Look, I was brought up rough,

but you need to take that advice.

I'm not one of these thirsty-ass bitches!

Don't you ever put your fucking dick on my leg

or your face on mine! You hear me?

- I'm sorry.

- Don't let that shit happen again, Doc!

- It won't. - I know it won't.

We good, but get the fuck out!

- DOC: I'm sorry.

- Fuck, this motherfucker just tried to kiss me?

- What'd you say? - Nothing. What's up?

- Kat just called. - Okay.

- She's at your sister's house. Your father's missing.

- What? - Yeah.

- Get my fucking keys. Get my shit.

- ♪

- Man.

- Hi. - BABYFACE: Who the fuck?

Oh, shit.

You here late. - Well, I wanted to see you, so.

- Look, Pat... - What?

- I appreciate you paying for this place,

but you can't keep popping up over here.

- Oh, I don't know what the hell you talking about,

'cause if I'm paying for this place and I have a key,

I'm coming over.

- I was thinking, you know, just--

- What?

- Nothing.

- Make it up to me.

- Pat, I just worked all night.

The sun is about to come up soon.

- And I know that, and I have to go to court in the morning.

I just need, you know, a little tune-up before I go in.

- No. You do this shit on purpose.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You just want to make sure ain't nobody over here with me.

Ain't nobody in this bitch!

- Well, you know better than to do that.

- I keep telling you that,

so you don't have to keep coming over here checking up on me.

- I am not checking on you.

I'm just making sure you good so that, uh, I'm good.

- BABYFACE: Yeah, I know what you mean.

- MS. PATTY: Mm.

Come on, daddy,

you know that dildo ain't doing nothing.

- Look, I'm tired.

- Okay.

I'll leave.

- Get yo' ass over here.

- Yes!

Oh!

Mm!

Take it off.

[Ms. Patty giggling]

Now that is what mommy came here over early for.

- BABYFACE: It's late for me. - MS. PATTY: Get in here.

[Ms. Patty moaning]

Yes!

You know what I want!

Ooh!

I will get you whatever you want!

- [people chattering]

- Have you lost your fucking mind?

- Keep this bitch away from me! - Where the fuck is my father?

- She doesn't know. - What?

- KAT: She says she came home and the door was wide open.

She doesn't know where he is.

- Okay. Let me talk to her.

Got me just, Blue, I don't give a fuck!

Bring my sister in the fucking house and close the door.

- Now, look, Kat is my girl, and she's on our side.

Now you see them officers over there?

- CARLA: I told you, she does. She knows something.

- Ma'am. - You see those two white men?

We don't know them.

So I ain't gonna let you do that.

- 'Cause you know I'll blow that bitch's fucking brains out.

- Yeah, that's why I ain't gon' let you do it.

- Okay, okay.

I'm calm.

- You sure? - I'm sure.

- Okay. - Let me talk to her.

- CARLA: I don't wanna talk. - Carla?

- I don't have anything to say to her.

- Then good, bitch. Fucking listen.

- CARLA: I'm not gon' listen. - MADAM: Listen, okay?

- I don't listen to her.

- MADAM: Carla, I told you, he needs full-time care!

I told you that!

But, no, you wanna get him in this fucking house for a check?

How much is the fucking check, for real?

Huh?

Oh, you don't have the answer?

Okay.

Carla, if my father is not returned here

alive and well within one hour,

I don't give a fuck what officer's here,

you, you, Kat, NATO,

the fucking National Guard, I don't give a fuck.

I will be back, and I'll motherfucking kill you,

and you know it.

Carla? Bitch, look at me!

Look at me! One hour. Got it?

Y'all can write that shit down, 'cause, yes, it was a threat.

Got it? Let's go, Blue.

- [phone ringing] - Your phone's ringing, Madam.

- What?

- THE CONCIERGE: Is this Marylyn Deville?

- Madam. Who is this?

- THE CONCIERGE: Let's pretend it's Allen.

- This don't sound like Allen.

- THE CONCIERGE: This is how the dead sound.

- Who the fuck is this and where is my father?

- THE CONCIERGE: How about you tell me where Allen is

and I'll tell you where your father is?

- Look, stop bullshitting me, okay?

Who the fuck is this?

- THE CONCIERGE: I told you who I am.

- Let me tell you something, when I find you,

you better know exactly what the fuck you're doing right now.

- THE CONCIERGE: I know exactly what I'm doing.

- Do you know who I am?

- THE CONCIERGE: I do, Madam.

- Where the fuck is my father?

- THE CONCIERGE: The same place you buried Allen.

- [phone beeps]

- Who was that?

- CARLA: I told you, she does, she knows something.

- KAT: Ma'am. Ma'am?

- ♪

- MADAM: What the fuck, daddy? Daddy, are you okay?

Blue, somebody is fucking with me, okay?

I'm not having this shit.

- So what we gonna do?

- We have to get my father into a home! We have to!

- CARLA: I knew it!

I knew it, I knew yo' ass had something to do with this!

You got some-- - BLUE: Ma'am--

- You got our daddy sitting in this stanking-ass club!

It's a new low. Come on, daddy.

- No, he ain't going nowhere with you, bitch! Bitch!

- BLUE: Listen. - Fuck he ain't!

- BLUE: Ma'am. You see those officers over there?

Look at me. We don't need no heat.

- CARLA: I told you!

I told you she had something to do with this!

Come on, daddy, let's go home. - He--

- BLUE: Madam? Madam!

- ♪

- MADAM: Hey.

Oh, sorry.

Look, if you're talking about last night, forget about it.

- Oh, no, I was talking about this PDA I'm doing.

- It's fine.

- She's just getting ready to go to work.

- You feeling better?

- I will, soon.

It's good to see you, Kat.

- KAT: It's good to see you too.

- BLUE: Avocado toast is on your desk.

- MADAM: Thank you.

You sure know how to treat a woman.

- Yeah, and that's why mine loves me, right?

- Mm-hmm. - I see!

- TROUBLE: Hey, Madam.

- Girl, look, I am not in the mood today, okay?

- Come on. You gonna let me dance here?

I'm telling you...

- Trouble, I do not need any new dancers, okay?

- Come on!

I can get your game up!

- Excuse me?

This is Madam.

Her game is already up.

- You better tell 'em.

- Well, listen, you have something

more like this up in the club, I'd come check it out.

- I think you better take yo' ass to work.

- Oh?

[speaking Spanish]

- Oh, she's speaking that Spanish to me.

I don't understand.

- Love you. - Mm, love you too.

- See you at home? Bye, Madam.

- Bye, Kat.

- What you say?

- I say I will think about it.

- Mm, that's a start. I'll turn that shit out.

- I bet you will. Have a good one.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

You still trying to get in on this amateur night?

- Nah, she ain't having it.

- Let me ask you something.

What do you want?

- I want it all.

- Okay, well, then, I think you need to bum rush her.

We gon' throw a surprise on Madam.

- TROUBLE: Okay, I got you.

- DIME: Yeah, so get ready, get your shit,

and get ready to perform at amateur night.

Bring your fucking A-game.

- Oh, I got you, no doubt. - Okay.

- ♪

- BLUE: Your nephew? - Yeah.

- BLUE: Thought so.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Who's that? - AMP: Um--

- I'm ready to-- - Hey.

This Red.

He just brought me over.

- Okay.

- You got a really nice club.

I'll do anything to work here.

- Thank you, but I am not hiring right now.

- You sure, 'cause I got--

- No.

She says she's not hiring right now, okay?

- But I can. - Thank you for the ride, yeah?

- All right.

- You can go.

- Sorry.

- You can go. - See you, Madam.

If you ever need anything, I'm a ride-or-die.

- I'm sorry, Madam.

- It's okay.

- Hey.

Hey, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

I had a long-ass night dealing with my dad.

- Hey, hey, I'm sorry.

Is there anything I could do?

- No, I'm good, I got it.

- Sure? - Mm-hmm.

- [intercom beeping]

- Dime, come see me.

- Hi. - Hey, come here.

Do me a favor.

Show my nephew what's expected of him to work the door.

- Yes.

Sure.

- MADAM: Thank you.

- Yeah.

- DIME: Come on. - Thank you.

- DIME: Okay, come on.

Look, it's simple.

All you gotta do is watch who's coming in.

- Right.

- DIME: Make sure that they go through the metal detectors.

Mm-hmm.

Be sure that they pay, and click this counter

with every entry so that the money lines up.

Or-- - Or what?

- You'll get someone killed.

- Oh. Sorry again.

- DIME: So every time someone comes in, press this counter.

Madam loses her shit

if this counter's even off by one.

So you need to be paying attention at all times.

- I got you.

- Okay, good. - Yes.

- Come on, let me get you a T-shirt.

- Okay.

- Tonight is amateur night,

and it's gonna be wild.

- BLUE: Someone's here to see you, Madam.

- Who?

- Not gonna invite me in?

- What do you want, Gene?

- GENE: I need to speak to your business partner, Allen.

We're finalizing some business,

and I can't seem to get him on the phone.

- And?

- GENE: And he seemed rather excited about

what we're collaborating on.

- Well, Gene, that's between you two,

and Allen is not here.

I don't know his whereabouts. I'm not his secretary.

So if that's it, then you can go on,

'cause I got work to do.

- I'm not sure where all this hostility is coming from.

- [Madam scoffing]

May I remind you?

I single-handedly brought your first club

back from bankruptcy.

Made it to where you were damn near

printing money over there.

My thank you, what you said,

what came out of yo' fat little mouth,

was that I would run the second club.

And what happened when Drip opened, huh?

Hmm?

Oh, that's right, nothing, not a got-damn thing.

So that is where all this hostility

is coming from, Gene.

- That's all just water under the bridge.

We can do new business.

- [Madam laughing]

I'll pass.

- Well, did Allen at least get the chance to at least

tell you about our deal?

- Oh, yeah, you know what, he did say that

there was some fat little impotent man trying to

buy my club out from under me.

I told him that would not happen,

and we came to an understanding.

- GENE: That's not the impression that I got.

- Not my problem. Now it's time for you to leave.

- [Gene chuckling]

When I do buy this place, I'ma keep this as my office,

but I think I'll probably put my desk over there.

- Last time.

- [Gene laughing]

[Gene laughing]

- ♪

- You cool? - MADAM: Mm-hmm.

I just need to recharge for a second.

- What you got in mind?

- Hm?

- MALE SINGER: ♪ Get lit, come and get your chick ♪

♪ We be pushing forward, that's a lit truck ♪

♪ Four seat in my car

♪ I push big wheels

♪ Peel off with the chrome screaming ♪

♪ Mig, big kick

♪ I just cannot control it

♪ Pull it back like Ginobli

♪ Ballin' like I'm Kobe

- ♪

- AMP: Damn.

- What?

- They roll in there like that?

- What you talking about?

- Them dancers.

- Oh, yeah.

Top guys got all the top cars.

- Hm, I see.

- Mm-hmm.

Uh, that's amateur night.

You might want to get back to the door.

- Yeah, my bad.

- Okay, yeah.

Uh, the amateur crowd is smaller because

it's the earlier part of the night.

The main crowd? They come out for the big boys.

- I see.

Sorry.

- ♪

- Hey. - Oh, shit!

- Get up out my spot, come on. - Is it time to start?

- Not yet, bro.

- There's the amateur night bullshit tonight.

- Oh, that's tonight?

- Yeah.

- Hey bro, how long you been here?

- EL FUEGO: I was just gonna come here and study.

- You do know going to school

for all this college computer technical shit

is not gonna make you this kind of money out the gate, right?

- Yeah, I hear you, but you looking at now.

Shit, you not getting no younger.

- Yeah, you right.

- EL FUEGO: Yeah, I know I'm right.

This shit takes a toll on you, so don't give me no shit.

- BABYFACE: Hey man, just talking shit.

Proud of you, bro.

I don't know what I'm gonna do with all these aches and pains.

- MIDNIGHT: Yeah, tell me about it.

I'm having problems with my shit.

- MADAM: Oh, I feel so sorry for the dancers

that make all the money.

- Madam, we ain't complaining. - MADAM: Oh, no?

That's what it sounds like to me.

- But we not.

- They just talking shit.

- Face, you got a second?

- Sure.

- So is your judge coming tonight?

- [Babyface sighing]

I hope not.

- Why not?

- BABYFACE: Well, you know Ms. Patty will be here.

- MADAM: Unh-unh. Look, I need her to come, okay?

- Sure?

- Yes.

- Okay, I'll call her.

- Thank you. You do that.

- Got you.

- MADAM: All right, fellas, let's get ready!

Let's get this money,

soon as the amateurs get off the stage.

- Yes, Madam. - Yes, Madam.

- MALE SINGER: ♪ Yeah, you gotta know ♪

♪ In for a lifetime

♪ You gotta know, in for a lifetime ♪

- DIME: Gentlemen, let me be clear.

You all are auditioning to work here.

If you get the opportunity to work here,

Madam does not play.

You cannot be late, you cannot be high,

and you cannot bring any drugs or any other bullshit

in this club.

We clear?

- ALL: Yes.

- DIME: Okay, and whatever you do,

do not go into that dressing room.

That dressing room is for our VIP dancers.

You go in there, you will get your ass beat,

I assure you.

Okay, let me see what you got.

- I'm sorry.

- Yes?

- We gotta audition twice? - One is for the house,

and the other is for our lionesses.

- The lionesses?

- That's what we call our ladies when they get drunk.

And they will eat your ass alive.

All right, strip.

- ♪

- DIME: Uh, what do you think?

- I don't know.

They have interesting looks.

- Yeah, I know.

- MADAM: Oh shit, is that the "white chick" dude?

- Right?

- [both laughing]

- What are they working with?

- Right.

- All right, cut the music off.

Let me see your dicks.

Are you guys shy?

If so, you don't even need to audition.

That's how mama makes her money. Let me see your dick!

Dime? - Yes, Madam?

- Do you have a magnifying glass?

- DIME: No, ma'am, I don't.

- MADAM: No, why is that?

- 'Cause if we need to use one, they can't work here.

- That might work. - Mm-hmm.

- If you're desperate.

That's nice, but that hair down there?

That's not cute.

Are you trying to dread down there too?

- MAN: No.

- All right, well, cut that shit off.

What the fuck is that smell?

- Ass.

- Is that you?

Look, you gotta go, bro.

Well, wait, 'cause that is nice.

Look, we need to teach him how to bathe.

- Yeah, abso-fricking-lutely. I'll get on it right now.

- Thank you.

Don't you ever come in here smelling like that again, okay?

Well, now...

"White girlfriend" might work out.

- I think so.

- Mm-hmm. All right, fellas,

well, you look like you can be a part of my amateur night.

If you do well, my ladies love you,

you have a job.

- ♪

♪

- DIME: All right, guys, here we go!

Kicking off Amateur Night is...

I'ma call you Lotta-Body,

'cause you got a lot of body.

- [women cheering]

- DIME: Y'all see him, mm-hmm.

Go ahead, Big Daddy Whataburger.

I see you!

Bless painted on hard, whoo!

Keep moving on.

- [women cheering]

- Come on now!

Y'all throw him some cash!

Let that skinny-ass man, buy himself a sandwich, okay?

- DIME: Go on, give it up.

- [crowd chattering]

- We almost done with the amateurs?

- We got one more left.

- Okay.

Let him go and shut it down.

- It's a her.

- MADAM: What?

- I think you're gonna want to see this.

Let's give it up, ladies!

Makes some motherfucking noise for Trouble.

- ♪

- [audience cheering]

- ♪

- [audience cheering]

- ♪

- [audience cheering]

- ♪

- [audience cheering]

- ♪

- [audience cheering]

- ♪

- That is exactly what we need to shake things up around here.

A whole different kind of sexy.

- Told ya.

Do yourselves a favor, then.

Re-up on your ones and your drinks,

get your merch and be back in your seats by then.

You don't wanna miss a second of this shit.

- Good job up there tonight.

- [crowd cheering]

- TROUBLE: I love this shit. - It shows.

I have your info. I'll be in touch.

- TROUBLE: Looking forward to it.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You thinking about doing it?

- Huh?

- Amateur Night.

- I saw you staring at the flyer inside.

- Oh.

No.

- Why?

I see the way that these women be checking you out.

Maybe you should?

You'd probably make some good cash.

- I mean, that's the only reason I really would do it, the money.

- You in a bind or something?

- Nah, just, gotta find me a spot soon, and, you know,

stack some money right now.

- If it's something you want to do,

I think you should do it.

- Need to do.

- I think you made your decision.

- MALE SINGER: ♪ All I wanna do tonight is fuck me ♪

♪ A new bad bitch, it's all about this money ♪

♪ All a player do is grab it, look into my eyes ♪

- Your girl is good.

- Yeah.

And the women love her.

We should make her a junior dancer.

- Yeah, Kat may like that.

- Stop.

- She's good though. - Yeah.

- Now ain't that some shit? - What?

- BLUE: She give that nigga all her money.

She got to be a half-ass attorney.

- Well, she's making the money.

- Yeah, but...

- Oh, shit! - BLUE: What?

- MADAM: My judge.

Look, take Ms. Patty to my office,

and then take the judge to VIP.

I'll distract her. Is everything good?

- Yes, we are. - You ready?

- We ready. - Let's go.

- Excuse me, ladies?

I'm sorry, Ms. Patty. - Huh?

- Madam would like to talk to you.

- MS. PATTY: What I do?

- Right back there, first door to your left.

- For real? - Just go talk to her.

- What I do?

- Just go talk to her, be all right.

- I didn't touch his balls or nothing.

- Go ahead.

- Damn.

- BLUE: Babyface, come here.

Go to VIP. - She showed up?

- Yeah, when your back was turned.

Make her drink.

- Got it.

- ♪

- BLUE: Have a good time, ladies.

- Come in.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Hi. Sit.

- What I do?

- Nothing, sit down. Just wanna talk.

Here.

- What's this for?

- I just retained you as my lawyer.

- Whoa!

- So what I'm about to tell you is client-attorney privilege.

- Okay.

Sounds serious.

- My father has Alzheimer's.

- Oh.

- MADAM: My sister has power of attorney over him,

and she is not taking care of him.

I want some legal advice.

- Okay.

- MADAM: Go on.

- So if your sister already has power of attorney

and he is incapacitated--

- Mm-hmm.

- Then the only thing you could do is

have her sign it over to you.

- That's what I thought.

- Look, I am sorry.

Family law can be really sensitive,

and maybe you should just talk to her.

- Yeah, I'll think about that.

- Oh, I am so sorry.

- It's okay.

It's okay. You can go back out and have a good time.

- Ooh.

- MADAM: And, Ms. Patty? - Yes?

- You already know what I'm gonna say.

Share Babyface.

- You know I just love him so much, girl.

- MADAM: I know you do,

but the other ladies come to see him too.

- Sure. - MADAM: All right.

- All right. All right.

So nice in here.

- FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Banging on these hoes

♪ That be tryna front

♪ All these bitches need to back it up ♪

♪ He like the way I work, so back it up ♪

♪ All my bitches flying in them Billy trucks ♪

- ♪

- [Ms. Patty gasping]

Face!

- Pat! You gotta get out of here.

- Who the fuck?

Judge Ross?

- BABYFACE: You get the fuck out of here! Get outta here.

- MS. PATTY: Face! - Get outta here, now!

- MS. PATTY: No!

- Fuck! Fuck!

Shit.

- Is the money flowing? - Yeah.

- Where the money resides.

- What's that shit about?

- Did you let her in VIP?

- See, that's that weak-ass shit.

Ricky!

Outside, motherfucker.

Get yo' ass out!

I said go, motherfucker!

- ♪

- BLUE: You had one job, motherfucker!

Get the fuck down!

The fuck I tell you to do?

- MADAM: Enough, Blue!

- No, this motherfucker trying to make me look bad!

Who the fuck you think I am, nigga?

- Blue, I said enough!

Come on, the judge is leaving. Are you ready?

- BLUE: Yeah. - MADAM: Let's go.

- BLUE: Motherfucker!

- [Ricky groaning]

- ♪

- Will I see you tomorrow? - MARTHA: Mm-hmm.

Good night.

- BABYFACE: Be careful.

- [sirens wailing]

- Oh, shit!

What the hell is wrong with you?

- After everything I've done for you?

- Pat, listen--

- MS. PATTY: No!

I'm about to make your life a living hell.

You hear me, ho?

- You don't even know what's going on!

- MS. PATTY: I don't wanna know! Fuck you!

- Damn!

- Get out of the car, ma'am.

- What?

- KAT: Did you not hear me, ma'am?

Get out of the car.

- I'm a judge.

I know my rights.

- Have you been drinking?

- No.

- I smell the alcohol from here, ma'am.

Please step out of the car.

Excuse me? Yes, thank you.

- I'm a judge.

- All right, ma'am, you're under arrest.

Come from behind the door.

- What?

- KAT: Come from behind the door. You're under arrest.

- MADAM: Wait, wait, hi, officer.

I own this club right back here,

and this lady is one of my VIP clients.

- I don't give a fuck. She's going to jail.

- No, no, I'm a judge!

- Please, please, wait, listen to me.

I can drive her home, please?

Please.

- Fine.

I will give you a warning for now.

- Thank you.

- KAT: But, judge? You should know better.

- MARTHA: Hey, thank you, thank you so much.

- Oh, judge, don't thank me just yet.

- What?

- Hm, you just became my new bitch.

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