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- ANNOUNCER: This program is rated TV-MA LSV.

It is intended for mature audiences.

Viewer discretion is advised.

We gonna throw a surprise on Madam

- WOMAN: Make some motherfucking noise for Trouble.

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

- Click this counter with every entry,

so that the money lines up.

- Or what? - You'll get someone killed.

- Face?

- Pat, you got to get out of here.

- POLICE OFFICER: You're under arrest.

Come from behind the door.

- What? - Come from behind...

- This lady is one of my VIP clients.

You just became my new bitch.

- Excuse me?

- Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Madam.

I own this club right here, and I know that you not

only enjoy the club, but you enjoy the dick.

- I beg your pardon? - Oh, Judge.

Now, rest assured, this does not have to be adversarial.

- And you don't have to be some vulgar.

- Now, I am all about women's lib, okay?

That's my thing. Now, if your husband

can be out here fucking these little bitches,

then you can be in VIP getting some dick.

That's what I say. - You don't know me.

You know nothing about me. - Okay, that's fine.

Are you not the judge that was running for public office.

- I'm leaving.

- So you want to go to jail? Is that what we're saying?

- What do you want?

- Well, Judge, you would be very happy to know

how reasonable my requests are and how decent of a woman I am.

- You are not going to blackmail me.

- Blackmail? No, no, I would never do that.

- What do you call this? - Oh, this right here?

- Yeah.

- This is what I would like to call you do what I say,

or I will fuck your life up. That's what this is.

- I am a judge. I will have you arrested.

- That's cute. I'm Madam,

and I will have you on every newspaper legs spread open.

Yeah, there are cameras. - Oh. Oh, no.

- They saw every single thing...

- Oh, my god. - ...you were doing.

- What is it? What do you want? - Ah-ah-ah, calm the fuck down.

Are you calm? Huh? Better. Now, first of all,

I will make sure that he pays his child support,

okay, on time, and you will not send him to jail. That's one.

Then, you will take however much he can pay. That's it.

That's two, and number three, know that you are always welcome

to come right back here to my club,

do whatever you want to in VIP. That's none of my business.

Just make sure if you come back, bring some fucking cash.

- That is illegal.

- Oh, are we still doing that shit right now, huh?

Now, get it together. Get it together.

Breathe because I need you to listen up.

This is a very important point. It's the last one, last.

There will be a case that will come in your courtroom,

and it will involve an older man who has Alzheimer's.

His name is James DeVille, and he is my father,

and you, Judge, will grant me power of attorney, got it?

I'll see you soon, and girl,

you wearing the fuck out of that dress.

- I need a ride home. - Oh, girl, you can go.

She's not going to mess with you. See you soon.

- ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ They know not to play with me ♪

♪ They know I get started ♪

♪ Ask me why I take it easy ♪

♪ Told them that it's harder ♪

♪ Ask me why I sleep ♪

♪ I say, baby, I party ♪

♪ They're saying that it's light ♪

♪ But I tell 'em each their darkness ♪

♪ They go up, we don't play around ♪

♪ I don't play by my dinero ♪

♪ Got some gangsters in the cut now ♪

♪ And they doin' what I say so ♪

♪♪

- ♪ Running up, running up, running up, running up ♪

♪ Running up, running up, running up, running up ♪

- [door knocking] - Come in.

Oh, thank you. - Anytime.

- Good night.

All right. Thank you.

- You're welcome. - Have a good--

Hey. How are you doing?

- I'm doing what I got to do. - I see you still beefing.

- Come on, I got to, Madam.

- Look, Midnight, go back to the doctor, okay?

- I hear you.

- Do it. - Okay. Thank you, Madam.

- Mm-hmm.

Thank you. - Hey, I need to talk to you.

- Have you spoken to her? - No, I haven't.

- So what? She hasn't called you?

- No, she didn't. - Okay.

- What do you want me to do?

- Nothing, sit back. Let's see what our next move is.

- Okay, but maybe she just wanted to talk to me.

- Oh, no. She talked to the police.

- She did? - Yeah, but chill out.

They have nothing, okay? - Okay.

- You're going to be okay? - I guess. Have a good one.

- All right. - All right.

- Get some rest.

- Hey.

- Hey, how was your first night?

- It was good. - Yeah?

- Yeah, but that amateur night, that shit was crazy.

- I know, right? - Yeah.

- Do it every week. - Like, they got paid.

- We make money here, baby. That's what we do.

- What if I told you that I'm thinking about doing it?

- I would say think long and think hard.

It is not easy,

and when you start making money like this, it's hard to stop.

- Yeah, I understand that. - Think about it.

- I will. Thanks.

- We got a problem.

- Oh, all right. I'll... - No, no, no, this involves you.

- What?

- He was working the door tonight. We're short 320.

- Really? - Are you... No.

- And Amp's clicks are higher than his count.

- In all due respect, Madam, you've got to stop

hiring these thugs. I mean, this dude,

his count is off. He probably can't even count.

- Yo, what the fuck are you... - Ah-ah-ah, shut up.

- You heard her, boy. - Go on.

- Look, I can tell you on my job.

I saw him clicking twice on people coming in last night.

- Really? - Madam.

- Look at him. - AMP: This nigga is lying, yo.

- Who a fucking liar, boy?

- Bitch, who the fuck you talking to...

- [gunshot]

- That's my nephew, motherfucker.

Don't lie on him. I've been watching your ass for months.

Nigga, get the fuck up. If you get blood

on my carpet... I said get the fuck out.

So about amateur night, if you do decide, let me know,

okay, and think long and hard. Amp!

- Yes. Yeah. Yes, ma'am. - Okay.

- Have a good night. - Yeah. Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

- MALE SINGER: ♪ Welcome to my life, you catch my vibe ♪

♪ We belong to the night ♪

♪ And you know I see right through that ♪

♪ So don't fight it I went through the mud ♪

♪ And I'm cleaner than a [indistinct] ♪

♪ [indistinct] you should probably take a pic ♪

♪ [indistinct] she is got me acting like this ♪

♪ But I, I can't focus ♪

♪ Just say I've had it all I want it all ♪

- Who is this? - SHEMIKA: Shemika.

- Oh, hey, honey. How are you doing?

- SHEMIKA: You remember me?

- Of course I remember you. How are you?

- SHEMIKA: My foster parents put me out.

- What? - SHEMIKA: Yeah.

- Where are you staying?

- SHEMIKA: Slept on the train last night.

- Oh, my goodness. Where are you at right now?

- SHEMIKA: I'm at the airport. - [doorbell rings]

- All right, baby. Do me a favor.

Meet me at that restaurant that I met you at, okay?

- SHEMIKA: Okay.

- Come now. - SHEMIKA. Okay.

- All right. - [door closes]

- Thank you, Tommy. - Hey, Ms. Patty. Come on in.

- Hi. - Hi.

- All righty. So this is a brief on a motion that I want you

to file on behalf of my father in Judge Ross' court.

- Ross? - Yes.

- I can't do that. - Why not?

- Maybe you should find somebody else.

- I'm sorry, baby.

This is not a request.

Pick it up.

- Yes. It's just I don't want to argue in front of this judge.

- Why not, hmm?

- I just don't.

- Okay, Ms. Patty.

Well, we now have a problem

because I told her you would.

- Maybe I can get you another lawyer.

- What am I missing, huh?

- I saw her and Babyface... - Mm-mm.

Patty, what happens at my club, stays my club,

and whatever it is you doing

with my dancers, that's your problem.

- Well, actually, me and Babyface...

- File the motion.

- Okay. I will let you know when it's done.

It's handled. Beautiful house, thank you.

- Have a good day, Ms. Patty. - Whatever you say, ma'am.

- Tommy, you can see her out.

- Hey.

- Damn, man what you doing?

- Waiting for you to wake up.

- Bro, didn't I tell you stop watching me sleep? The fuck?

- Man, I want to know how it went. How did it go?

- You can't wait until I wake up to ask me that shit?

- I'm just anxious, man. Tell me.

- Hey. Chill man. Damn. It went fine.

- Yeah? Did you put in a good word for me?

- Nigga, I think you did that shit yourself.

- Man, you funny. - I've got to get up.

- Don't forget you got a drug test.

- Yeah, okay. - You ain't scared?

- No, man, for what? Shit, I'm clean.

- Mr. Paul don't think so

because you got in here so late last night.

- Well, shit. I guess Paul will see, right?

- Yeah. Man, I bet that place was crawling

with fine ass bitches last night, wasn't it?

- Yeah, it was. - Wooo. Aye.

- What? What's up?

- You get some pussy last night? - Man, chill.

- I just know they be horny as hell in there.

- Yeah, man, but I'm just there to work. All right?

- You just got out of prison, and you're just there to work?

- Yeah. - Amp.

- All right. Hey. Come on, man. I mean...

- What it look like? Was it ooh, ooh...

- Aye. Come on, dawg. - Tell me. Come on.

- Bro, you thirsty as fuck, dawg.

- I'm in here with you.

- I mean, there's a little chick I do like. I got my eye on her.

- I knew it. - Yeah.

- I knew it. - She bad.

Aye, stop watching me sleep, dawg. That shit is weird.

- All right. All right. - All right.

- I'm proud of you. - Thank you.

This goddamn drug test. - That boy got some game.

- [door knocking]

- Aw, shit. - The fuck was that?

- Somebody's ass getting locked up,

and you're going to run to it. Homeboy crazy.

- Aye, what happened? What he do?

- Failed his drug test, had weed and alcohol in his system.

- Damn. - I hope it was worth it.

- Shit.

- I'm going to need you to drop into this.

- Okay. - Do I need to watch you?

- No. - You got 90 seconds.

It might be the last 90 seconds of your freedom.

- MALE SINGER: ♪ Eh, yeah, eh ♪

♪ Bad talk Bad pipe ♪

- EL FUEGO: Shit. - ♪ Be blowing a bad like this ♪

- BABYFACE: What?

- She got to stop bringing me food.

- Bro, go take a shit. - Damn, man.

I got to keep it tight.

- Oh, this is tight? - To each his own, man.

- This nigga skinny. - No ass behind you.

- Yeah, but a future in front of me.

- Oh, he just tried to snap on me. Lame.

- Yeah, I snapped on an old ass dancer.

- The fuck out of here.

- Y'all will still be here when I'm running my tech company.

- You smart enough to do it, man.

- Yeah because he damn sure ain't got no future

in this business.

- Damn. Y'all going at it. Shit.

- I'll remember that the next time

you ask me to fix some shit.

- Speaking of fixing some shit,

I saw Patty coming out of the VIP room last night with you.

- EL FUEGO: Shit. - Yeah.

She locked your ass, didn't she?

- No, she didn't. - DOC: That's why I always say,

don't let them bitches on you, man.

- Shit, he got to.

Bro, you know you can't make them ends like we can.

- Ah, fuck both of y'all. - Hey. Excuse me, fellas.

I wanted to ask y'all a question about, you know, amateur night.

- Motherfucker, if you don't get the fuck out of here.

- BABYFACE: You want us to break your fucking neck?

- You just made the wrong move, my friend.

Junior dancers on the other side of the club.

- And bitch ass amateurs outside.

- Back away. Slowly.

- Bro. - [chatter]

- Motherfucker is disrespectful as shit.

- Bro.

- ♪

- When's the last time you ate, hmm?

- I'm sorry. - MADAM: For what?

- I'm just hungry.

- Shemika, what is going on at your foster care, hmm?

- They just get mad at me sometimes and put me out.

- Why? - Got a lot of kids there.

- Are you safe there?

- I just have to do the right thing.

- Are you sure, Shemika? - Yeah.

- Okay. - [phone buzzing]

- Well, I have to go to work. Here you go.

I'll give you a little money.

Take this. You go home, okay?

Now, if they don't let you in, call me.

- Okay. - Look, Shemika,

I have been running shit since I was 14 years old, okay?

I've been on the streets. I know what it's like.

So if your foster family is taking care of you,

then you need to stay there, okay?

When you turn 18, I'll hook you up with a job.

- A job where? - Don't worry about it.

We'll talk about that later. All right?

- At Eden? - What do you know about Eden?

- I Googled you. - And what?

- I think it's cool. - Okay. Look, come here.

Do me a favor.

Take care of her, okay? Give her whatever she wants.

If you need me, baby, you call me, okay?

All right.

You're going to be okay.

- ♪

- Hey.

- She's gone. - Who's gone?

- Tina, Alan's wife. She skipped town last night.

- Well, we need to find her. - I'm on it. Kat is too.

- Okay. Is that the only reason why you came barging in here?

- Madam, I'm worried. Kat says there's a detective.

- Really? - BLUE: You sure?

- It's fine, okay? Look at my face.

You see my face worried, then you worry.

Until then, we good.

That shit causes wrinkles. Them niggas ain't worth that.

- I got you. - All right.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I wanted to say thank you, Madam.

- For what? - Well, the guy, he came

in the other day and was, like, telling...

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

- Oh, got it.

- So you really thinking about dancing?

- Yeah. Thinking about it a little bit.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- All right. Well, you should go talk to the fellas.

- No. I'm good on that. I mean, I tried to.

- What happened?

- You know, niggas kind of lost their shit on me, so I'm cool.

- You went in there? - Yeah.

- Well, that's why. Sweetheart, you cannot go

into the Queen's den without being escorted by the Queen.

- I get it. I feel you. - I'll take you.

- Okay. - Come on.

- Yes, ma'am. Okay.

Queen first.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Bro, it's the other way.

- No, it's not that way. It's this way.

- Bro. Come on, you know the steps.

- Y'all ready? - Yes, Madam.

- Good. This is my nephew.

He's my blood, okay? So y'all will treat him right.

- Sorry, man. - Yeah, bro.

Sorry, man. We didn't know. - Yeah, y'all good.

- Yeah, you know the amateur dancers ain't allowed over here.

You just kind of came in.

- AMP: I said it's good. - He learns quick, okay?

So, Doc, let me talk to you real fast.

- [chatter]

- My nephew is considering dancing at amateur night.

- Okay. - Do me a favor.

Make him feel welcome, okay? - Okay, got you.

- Thank you. - [chatter]

- MADAM: All right, fellas. Let's go.

- BABYFACE: Yes, ma'am. - DOC: Aye, man.

- AMP: Sup?

- You got something comfortable you want to put on?

- Yeah, it's in my bag.

- Go ahead and get changed, man.

I'm going to change too, bro.

- All right. - All right, man.

- Thank you. - All right.

- ♪

- [indistinct]

Class is in session.

- Okay. - All right.

So check it, the first thing you got to learn is take your time.

Let that anticipation build up between each and every move.

Let it build up in between each article of clothing

that's been taken off.

Make them pay you for each thrill with money, you know?

Find every pair of eyes in the room.

You got to make every single woman in here feel as if

she's the only woman in here. You got to give them a vibe

they ain't ever going to get no where else.

You got give them that thrill you know

they ain't getting at home, and you've got to give them

that rush that they never even knew that they wanted.

- Is that it?

- Nah, touch them light,

quick but intentional touches. You got to make them

feel exhilarated but safe at the same time.

- Okay. - Aye, Dime.

- What's up? - You got a second?

You mind sitting right here in this chair

pretending to be a customer for me real quick?

Trying to get the new guy, you know,

comfortable with playfully seducing an audience member.

- Okay. - DOC: Come on, Dime.

All right, Amp. It's all you, man.

Aye, aye. Slow down. Approach her slowly.

- Okay. - Intentional.

- Okay. - You want control, man.

Look at her. Appreciate her beauty, her eyes,

her smile, her skin,

her hair--

- MALE SINGER: ♪ Gonna take my time while in this moment ♪

- DOC -- her frame, her shoes. Now, touch her...

- ♪ The time is now ♪ - Softly.

The first touch is always an introduction.

- ♪ Don't get impatient [indistinct] ♪

- When she feels comfortable, her body won't move,

and you may shift a little.

Now, you have the permission to come closer.

- Yeah. Watch her body language.

She will tell you what she's ready for...

...and how much.

- I'm... I have some work that I need to get back to.

You're going to do just fine, Amp, just fine.

- Good job, man. If you do what you did to her to our customers,

they're going to keep coming back,

and they're going to keep them pockets loaded.

- I think I can handle that. - Yeah.

All right. Let's run over a couple of more moves, man.

- ♪ [indistinct] niggas to hit a bowl ♪

♪ [indistinct] ♪

- Man. - What?

- Nah, nothing. I'm just excited.

- Well, shit, don't be. - Why?

- You see them dudes in there? They make all the money.

- What do you mean? - Look, bro.

I've been dancing for a while now.

I'm sick of them dudes in there.

- I'm just trying to make some money, not all the money.

- That's what I'm telling you.

If you make too much, they're going to take it from you.

- What? - Yeah. Madam?

She don't give a damn about us

or nobody else in this bitch, only them niggas.

- Okay, we'll see. - Yeah, you'll see.

As a matter of fact, when I tipped out last night,

she took all of it. Bro, I'm telling you.

When they see my money tonight,

it's going to be a motherfucking problem.

- Yo, that motherfucker on that shit.

- He is?

- Yeah. He batshit crazy.

I keep trying to tell him.

- My name is Jay. - I'm Freedom.

- Nice to meet you. - FREEDOM: Yeah.

- Freedom? - Yeah, that's my stage name.

- Okay. - Yeah. Yours can't be Jay.

- I hadn't thought of one yet.

FREEDOM: Well, you better think of one soon.

- Does it even matter if they take all of the money?

- Huh? They don't take all your money. He lying.

He don't make shit, and he's smoking up whatever he get.

That nigga on meth. - Damn.

- He went in the VIP dancer's room the other day,

and he almost beat that ass.

Please don't make that same mistake.

- Okay. I got you. - You all right, man?

- I'm just nervous because this is my first time, so--

- Ah. It's all good. I got you.

You seem like a cool dude. I'll take you up under my wing.

- Thank you. - Yeah. Where you from?

- I'm from Alabama. - Okay, country boy.

- Yeah. What about you? - Jersey.

- You don't sound like you from Jersey.

- You don't sound like you from 'Bama.

- Okay, I got you then.

- Yeah. - You want a drink?

- Yeah. - All right.

Here. - Thanks, man.

- Drink it. It'll make you relax.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- You going to do good,

better do better than them peachy ass shorts you got on.

- This is all I had. - Uh-huh.

- My girlfriend, she [indistinct].

She likes these. - All right.

- ♪

- Aye, what the hell is you doing, man?

- Bro, I can't do it.

- Can't do what? - Bro, I'm not beef enough.

- The hell is going on with you?

- Bro, did you know this shit could kill your dick?

- This nigga crazy. - Hey, it can.

That's why I don't do it every day.

- Now, come on. Y'all tripping.

This money ain't going to make itself.

- Y'all can be on that dumb shit if you want to.

I'm about to get this money.

- DIME: Come on, ladies. How you feeling, ladies at Eden?

- [crowd cheering] - Y'all feeling good?

Let me see that money. Put your money

in the motherfucking air. That's right. That's right.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

I got a special treat for you, tonight.

Now that y'all are here, now that y'all are horny,

now that you're wet, you dripping?

You dripping? We're here to make your wetter.

Pick up your motherfucking glass.

All hail the Queen's men.

Give it up for El Fuego!

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- ♪

- Hey, haven't seen you in a while.

- You probably don't even remember my name.

- Teresa. How you been?

- I've been good, just dealing with some personal things.

I mean, we definitely should catch up.

- I don't know about that.

I mean, you've been ghosting on me.

So you can't get me hooked on something

and take it away from me.

- ♪

- WOMAN: Damn, nigga, you sweating too much.

The fuck you on, gland problems and shit?

Don't no woman want no man all over like this. Get off of me.

- JAY: I'm sorry. - FEMALE: Get off of me.

What the fuck?

This nigga just passed out.

- ♪ [indistinct] You ask me where I got this ♪

♪ You can ask my designer I'm a boss sized bitch ♪

♪ You a work for hire ♪

♪ [indistinct] bitch ♪

♪ I got cash to make, niggas... ♪

- BLUE: Pull his head up. Wake up, nigga. You conscious?

- JAY: Huh? - BLUE: If you die on me, nigga.

Wake the fuck up.

What you take? What did you take?

- I don't do drugs.

- BLUE: You doing something, nigga.

Nigga, you conscious. Wake the fuck up.

Don't you die on me. - I didn't do anything.

- Now, I asked you a fucking question.

I said what the fuck did you take in my club, hmm?

Wake the fuck up. Look at me. - TOMMY: This nigga fucked up.

- BLUE: Don't you die on me, nigga, huh?

Get the motherfucker out of here.

What the fuck did you take? - JAY: I didn't take anything.

- BLUE: What the fuck this nigga take?

- FREEDOM: I don't know. - BLUE: Get him the fuck out.

If this nigga dies... - FREEDOM: Nah, he all right.

- BLUE: How you know? What did he take, Freedom?

- FREEDOM: I saw him take some X to relax.

- BLUE: Make the motherfucker throw up.

- I got him. I got him.

- Make him clean this shit up. - I will.

- You don't work here, and don't you bring your ass back.

- Yo. You all right, man? You all right? Shit.

I got you, bro. I got you, bro.

- Aye, Doc. - What's up?

- Thank you for tonight, for real.

- For sure, man.

- BABYFACE: Fuck, man.

- Man, I told you not to let them bitches on you, bro.

That shit crazy.

- Y'all think this shit funny? - Nah, nah, nah.

- Why the hell are y'all laughing?

- Look, man, don't worry about it.

Look like she left you something over here, man. Check it out.

- Damn, did she really just do that?

- MIDNIGHT: It's a card.

- Like you big bobblehead-ass can read it.

- I don't need to be able to read it to know that it says

"I took your shit, signed, Ms. Patty."

- Damn. Let me see the damn card, bro.

It says, "This is the shit you was riding when I met you."

- Damn. - That's crazy.

- That shit crazy, bro. - Sick of this bitch, man.

- Aye, I'll give you a ride, man.

- I'm good.

Looks like you got somebody waiting on you.

- Bro, that's Teresa. - Who's Teresa?

- Wait, this nigga got a Teresa and a Tina?

- Yeah, but you ain't got no machina. Shut the fuck up.

- Did he really just try to rhyme with that corny ass shit?

- You heard him. I'm out. Be good. I'll holler at you.

- Y'all be cool. I'm out of here.

- All right. Thanks again, dog.

- All right. - You want a ride, bro?

- Man, just don't talk no shit. - Oh, I'm talking shit.

- Aye, Face. Can I take the bike?

- Get your ass in the car.

You know goddamn well if we leave you,

Madam will kill us.

Let's go. - Thanks.

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- Yes!

- ♪

- DOC: Really? You squirting all over me.

- I am not sorry about that. That's exactly what I needed.

- We got to do this again. - I'll let you know.

- ♪

♪

- Sorry, we're closed.

You'll have to come back.

- DETECTIVE DAVIS: I'm not here for a lap dance.

I'm looking for Marilyn DeVille. Most folks call her Madam.

- I'm Madam. Is there something I can help you with?

- I need to ask you a couple of questions

about your business partner, Alan Fisk.

Apparently, no one has heard from him

or seen him in several days.

His wife filed a missing persons report this morning.

She believes something bad may have happened to him.

- Really?