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- You are not gonna blackmail me.

- You do what I say or I will fuck your life up.

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

- Hereús a brief on a motion

I want you to file in Judge Ross's court.

- I can't do that. - This is not a request.

- Allen's wife, she skipped town last night.

Kat says there's a detective.

- I'm looking for Marilyn Deville.

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

- I need to ask you a couple of questions

about your business partner, Allen Fisk.

- Really?

- Did Mr. Fisk say or do anything that was out of

character the last time you saw him?

- Not that I can think of. He was himself.

- His wife says he's been missing for several days.

- Come to think of it, I haven't heard from him either.

The last time we spoke,

he was pressed about an urgent business matter.

- You know if that was in or out of town?

- Didn't say. But whatever it was, it was important.

- Hm.

Okay.

Well, I guess that's it for now.

If there's anything that you can think of that may be

of some significance, please give me a call.

- Will do. Davis. - Thank you.

- I don't like this. - It's okay.

- No, this shit ain't. - What?

Just hit up Kat, see what she knows.

- It's that wife of his. We need to find her.

- I agree. - Madam...

- Look, Blue, I'mma need you to calm down, okay?

- Okay. - Look, hit up Fuego, all right?

See if he can help find Tina's whereabouts.

- Okay.

- And do me a favor. Get some cameras.

Put 'em up around here, but very discreetly, all right?

I don't know what the fuck is going on,

but something does not feel right.

- Mm, what you think it is? - I don't know.

Someone's fucking with me, though, Blue.

Seriously. First it was my father.

Now this shit?

Look, somebody is up to something.

- [sighs]

- I'm trying to remain calm.

But we need to figure out who the fuck it is...soon.

- All right, I'm on it. - Mm-hmm.

Blue. - Hm?

- Cameras. - Done.

- Thank you.

- [sighs] Fuck.

- ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ They know not to play with me ♪

♪ They know I get it started

♪ Ask me, 'Will I take it easy?, toldúem that it's harder ♪

♪ Aske 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 so ♪

♪♪

- ♪ B-O-double S she bossy

♪ S-A-U-C-E saucy

♪ So I like it right, I'm fussy ♪

♪ Burn it up, lil nigga, I'm costly ♪

- You ready? - Yeah.

Blue, I'm telling you right now.

This bitch better make sure my father--

- She will. She will. - She better.

- Okay. Look. We got her.

She doesn't want no smoke with you.

- All right. She better.

- You look amazing. - Thank you.

- And well, shit, how the fuck I look?

- You look like Blue. - BLUE: Really?

- Yes. - BLUE: [exasperated sigh]

- Look. You know you fly, but you play it safe.

You do! You should let me have Gabriel hook you up

with some custom pieces.

- Whatever, man.

Kat like me just the way that I am.

- [laughs] I bet that bitch do.

No, I'm serious, though.

I like y'all together. - Come on, man.

- I do! - Ah...

- Blue, it's been a long time since I've seen you this happy.

- Can we just get to the court? - Oh, I'm sorry.

Do you not wanna talk about this?

- Okay, I got it. I got it!

- What? - How's your love life?

- Yeah, let's go ahead and get to the court.

- Uh-uh! No, no, no, no, no!

You ain't gonna leave me in the dark!

- I'm not leaving you in the dark.

You just don't need to know everything.

- Oh shit, you don't tell me everything?

- Because you are at a need-to-know basis.

- Okay. Tell me something I need to know.

- Oh, what's that?

- When are we gonna get that money out of the club?

- Look, Blue, not right now, okay?

- Madam, that shit is crazy.

- Blue! I got this, okay?

I don't wanna hear about it again.

- BLUE: [exasperated sigh]

- Can we go? - Yeah.

- All right. And I'm telling you right now, Blue,

if this fucking judge doesn't make sure my--

- BLUE: I got it. I said I got it.

- All right, I'm trusting you. You better have that shit.

- Don't tell me I don't look like nothin'.

- ♪ Whose shit is this?

♪ Whose shit is this? My shit ♪

♪ Whose shit is this?

♪ It's mine

♪ Whose shit is this?

♪ It's mine

♪ Whose shit is this? My shit ♪

♪ It's mine

♪ Whose shit is this?

♪ Whose shit is this?

♪ It's mine

♪ Whose shit is this?

- What the hell you doin'? [laughs]

- Nigga, don't you know how to knock?

- I did!

- Damn. You fucking wait.

- You know what? I'm sorry.

- Stop. - I'm sorry!

- Yeah, you always sorry, nigga.

- You thinkin' 'bout dancing, bruh?

- No.

- Amp. - What?

- Come on, you can tell me.

The money they make in that place?

- Fuck it, all right. I'm just thinking about it.

- You just thinking about it? - That's it. Yes.

- Well, it looks youse was doing a lot more

than just thinking about it. [laughs]

- Hey, get--move, man! - I'm sorry.

- Go in that goddamn bathroom. Go on with that bullshit, man!

Fuck! There's only so much...

- ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

- Look who's here on time!

- Yeah. Where's Madam?

- She's in the ladies' room.

- Hm. Yeah.

Why does she want me here?

- Do you trust her? - Yeah, of course.

- Okay. So let this play out.

- Blue, please don't tell her I've been sleeping at the club.

- No, you gonna tell her about that whole Ms. Patty mess.

- I know.

- So you know I don't keep anything from her.

- You told her? - No.

But trust and believe she knows everything.

She probably just waiting for you to say something.

- And...what am I here for again?

- Oh, you're so important right now, baby.

- For what?

- You just make sure your girl does the right thing.

- What exactly are you saying?

You know if she sees me and that judge, she's gonna be pissed.

- I ain't even talking about Ms. Patty.

Madam don't even know that whole story.

I'm talking about the judge. - What if she locks me up?

- Don't worry, baby. She's not gonna do that.

- Hey. - Hey. You trust me?

- Of course. - All right.

Hey, Ms. Patty. - Hey.

- Ooh! Why are you so dry with me this morning?

- I'm sorry. I'm just tired.

Shall we go in? - Yes, please.

- We'd like to submit exhibit A4.

It states in a police report that he was left unattended

and wandered off.

- That's not what happened.

- Ms. Deville, I know you don't have an attorney.

But you gonna have to stand quietly until I ask questions.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

You also have four affidavits from the elder Ms. Deville

and her nephew stating that he wandered off, left alone again.

- What do you have to say for yourself?

- That's not true. I was out.

- JUDGE: Out where?

- I went to the store for him.

- And there was no one to attend to him while you were gone.

- I was only gone for a minute.

You know, she has somebody watching my house.

Every time I leave my house and I come back home,

somebody has come in there, opened my door.

Somebody is in my house-- - Ms. Deville, what man?

- Him! No, he was there!

Your Honor, he came to the house

the same day my daddy disappeared.

- And where were you the day he disappeared?

- I was at the store.

- How many times do you go to the store?

- He eats a lot.

- Your Honor, you see she is a hot mess.

- I know, I know. I've heard enough.

Ms. Marilyn Deville is granted guardianship over her father.

- No, she's just gonna put him in a home!

- Well, this court thinks that may be a good idea.

- Your Honor, my father wants to stay with me.

Your Honor, she runs a strip club.

She does all kinds of illegal shit.

- Enough. Bailiff, get her out of here.

- Nobody is even trying to hear my side of the story!

- Look, get out.

- You know what? You're a bitch!

- Should've got a lawyer. - Do you wanna go to jail?

- She is a bitch!

- Be that as it may, this is still my courtroom.

Ms. Deville, you and your attorney in my chambers.

- BAILIFF: All rise!

- ♪

- You really keeping this bullshit up, huh?

- What are you talking about?

- Coming in here all times of the night.

- Look, the rules say, Bill, if my job--

- Oh, you call that shit a job?

- Yes, I do. - I see. Hm.

- You told me to get a job, right?

- Not at no damn club. - It's honest, man.

- Yeah? Okay, well, um...

if I find out you drinking or doing drugs down there,

you goin' back to jail. - Yes, sir.

- Get your ass out of here and get over there then.

- On my way, sir. - Wait, you say something smart?

- No, sir. Not at all. - Get the fuck outta my face!

- RED: Yo Amp, you want me to take you to work?

- I'm good, bro!

- Hey. Bill.

- What the fuck you want? - I saw him up there dancing.

- He thinkin' about doing it?

- Well, amateur night a couple nights a week.

And online, they say it's tonight.

- You find any money up there? - Nah.

- Well, if he dancin', he gonna have some money.

- I know it.

- Let me know if you find out anything.

- I can, but... - What?

- We need to get it all, Bill.

- What the fuck is you saying?

- Look, don't act like we ain't set a bunch of these niggas up

to get paid. - Hey, hey, hey.

Don't talk so damn loud.

I can send your ass back.

- And then you gonna be my cellmate, nigga.

- Your ass done been here over two months now.

It's time for you to go.

- Nah, I can't make that kind of money out there.

And don't forget, we got that last dude to rob the store.

Now he doin' five to ten.

- Nigga, will you shut the fuck up?

Talkin' so much.

- I'm just sayin', man. Bill, this the big one.

- [sighs] What? - Club Eden.

I dropped him off up there.

- Yeah, I heard about that place.

- Money in that parking lot could set us straight.

- Is it that much? - It is.

And we can pin it on him.

- [laughs] You're an evil lil' son of a bitch, huh?

- It's why they call me Red. - Mm-hmm, for the damn devil.

- Let me get out of here.

I'll let you know what I come up with.

- It better be big. - It is!

- Okay. - RED: I'm tellin' you!

- Okay.

- You in this with them, Patty, aren't you?

- [sighs] In what?

- Yeah, I saw you in that club.

You're in this.

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

- And you?

- Oh, yeah. She's in on it.

She's in love with one of my dancers.

It's actually the dancer

that you have been blackmailing, Judge.

- MS. PATTY: Wait, what? Blackmailing?

- Yeah. She's been all in Babyface's face.

Yeah, more than you, Patty.

- You had a good case. - You...

- And you didn't need to do all the shit you did.

- [chuckles] You mean, like, go the straight-and-narrow route?

No. I like wreaking chaos.

Especially in your little color-in-the-lines legal system.

[chuckles]

- I need you to know this is a very small town.

- Are you threatening her?

- Little things can mean very big things!

And you gonna need me, honey.

- Great. 'Cuz I will always have you.

- You think. - I know.

- I am not an enemy you wanna make, Marilyn.

- Now, Judge, you seem menopausal,

so please calm down, okay?

'Cuz we have already established that you are, in fact,

an enemy that I enjoy.

I mean, what fun would it be having everyone love me, hm?

Now, um, if you'll excuse me,

as you know, I have a club to run.

But, rest assured, you are always welcome.

Always! Come on down.

Get some dick.

It'll be waiting.

- Get out.

- [chuckles] Ooh! Girl, she mad.

- BOTH: [laugh]

- Good day, Judge. It's been a pleasure.

And thank you very much.

- Madam? - Thank you, Ms. Patty.

- [exasperated yell] Fuck!

- You ain't shit.

- Mm-mm, mm-mm. I got this, Blue.

- That's our daddy. - Oh. Now he's "our" daddy?

[laughs] The one you couldn't take care of?

- Oh, you puttin' him a home? That's taking care of him?

Oh, come on, they don't even know him in that damn home.

- Girl, it will be first class, okay?

- I don't believe anything come out your mouth.

- What the fuck is there to believe, huh?

You wanted him for a check.

Now get the fuck out my face. Bye.

- Yeah, I'mma get out your face before I spit in it.

Bitch. - You might wanna go.

- There's a lot of people in these streets

that hate your ass.

All right. What you doin'?

Gettin' on my fuckin' nerves.

- Oh, I've been looking forward to this shit.

[laughs]

- You good? - Oh, I'm great, baby.

Let's go open up the club. - Got your dancing shoes on?

- You all right? - Let's go!

- Face, can I talk to you for a minute?

- We're gonna see you at the club?

- I didn't know she was blackmailing you.

Look, I'm so sorry.

Can we, like, talk or something? Um...

- Talk? I don't wanna talk to you.

- Face, please! Baby, please, what do you need?

- ♪

- [indistinct chatter]

- Hey.

- You got to be fucking kidding me.

- I'm sorry. - What you mean you sorry?

- I don't know what happened.

- Nigga, get the fuck out! - No, look, I was--

- You was what? You gettin' high?

You doing X?

- Look, all I had was one drink.

- Nigga, you trying to say we drugged you?

- No!

- You got your drink from the bar, right?

- No.

- Where'd you get it from?

- Freedom gave it to me.

- Nigga, what? - Yeah, Freedom gave it to me.

- All right, let me hear this story.

- Okay, so...we were in the dressing room.

And, uh, Freedom was in the dressing room with me.

And I was nervous, so he gave me a drink.

And he told me it would help me relax.

So I drank it. - Nigga...

Mm. - What?

- You got drugged. - What?

- Is you stupid or something?

- No. I just don't understand.

- Well, nigga, that's the same thing as being stupid.

- What?

- Look. If you gonna be in this business,

you're gonna have to be smart. They probably drugged you.

Now you competition. This business is cut throat.

- What? What?

- If you say "what" to me one more time,

I'mma use this damn gun.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Don't be sorry. Just be careful.

- I wish I knew that. - Well, now you do.

- Man... - Think about it.

It was the only thing you had.

And who gave it to you?

- He really did that. - Uh-huh.

I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure.

All right? Unless...

- Unless what? - Unless you fuckin' with me.

- No! No, I'm not. I swear.

Uh...all I had was just one drink.

- All right, I'mma give you one more shot.

If Madam finds out, you done.

- Thank you. [laughs] Thank you so much.

- Get the fuck out my face.

- JAY: Thank you! I really appreciate this.

- ♪

- [sighs]

- Yo! Look who's back.

Yo, what the hell happened to you last night?

- I only had one drink, and it was from you!

- Really? - Yeah!

- Did you drink any water?

- No. - Ah.

That's what happened.

- What are you saying?

- You got, uh...dehydrated. Make sense?

- Nigga, you drugged me. - No, I didn't.

- Okay. I see what I'm dealing with.

- I don't know what you mean.

- [sighs] Stay the fuck away from me.

You got me? - I got you.

But damn! You don't gotta be like that.

- You heard me? - Yes, sir!

- Fuck off.

- Now, ladies, this next performer

may look young and innocent, but he is all man.

Grown enough to know what he's doing.

Young enough to get the motherfucking job done.

Eden, give it up for the one-and-only Tenderoni,

Babyface!

- [crowd cheers and applause]

- ♪

♪ Holiday

♪ I like it

♪ I like the way your lips feel ♪

♪ Kisses sweeter than a honey bun ♪

♪ I want it

♪ I want you naked in the bed

♪ Silhouette by the candlelight, yeah ♪

♪ It's been a long day, you had it rough ♪

♪ Come let me take all of that pressure off your mind ♪

♪ I'll give you something else to focus on ♪

♪ Hope you not afraid of heights, oh ♪

♪ It's that love roller coaster, babe ♪

♪ Show me that you know how to ride ♪

♪ We ain't gotta say too much

♪ Just let our bodies do the talking tonight ♪

♪ Swear I see a piece of heaven ♪

♪ Every time I put your legs to the sky ♪

♪ Hold on tight, and just ride, ride, ride ♪

♪ Swimming in your water, I'm deep in you ♪

♪ Won't come up till you cum

♪ Won't stop unless you need to ♪

♪ Looking at that arch, it's a wonderful sight ♪

♪ We can get as nasty as you want to ♪

- Babyface is getting money, but it's slow out there.

- Don't trip, bro. It's still early.

- Yo, that dude is really good out there.

- We all are.

- I just need to--one, two, three.

- Nigga. You gotta relax. - AMP: Yes.

- I went over everything with you already, okay?

- All right, I got it, I got it.

- All right. - It's gonna be all right.

- Man, what you think you doin'? "Defuthing" a bomb?

- He said "defusing a bomb." He has a lisp.

- Is this motherfucker who trying to fake a Latin accent

talkin' about the way I talk?

- Damn, that was really good. [laughs]

- Bro, ain't nothing funny.

- And my lisp is sexy, okay?

- Somebody told him that shit before

and now he believe that shit for real.

- Bro, it's God given! Unlike this fake-ass Mexican.

- Puertorriqueño. - Nigga, youse from Alabama.

- Dude over here about to sweat damn bullets

about to go out there, y'all. Chill out, man. Take your time.

- All right. Okay, so--okay, cool.

Is this good to wear?

- These sweats? - Yeah.

- This is what you wearing?

- Yeah, man, I don't got nothin' else.

- [scoffs] That ain't it, chief.

- Come on, bruh, at least...

throw on these shorts. Here, there you go.

- Wear these? - Yeah. Shorts.

- All right. Yo, thanks. - Yeah.

Oh, he about to bust his fucking ass.

- No, come on. - No, man.

He gonna be all right, man.

- Yo, I gotta go see this.

- [knock at door] - Come in.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Your nephew's about to go up.

- Okay.

What? I'm not gonna watch.

- I didn't think so. But there's this kid outside.

- A kid? - Mm-hmm.

She says her name is Shemika?

- What the fuck is she doing here?

- Is this the kid you helping out?

- Yeah.

- You want me to tell her to go home?

- No, um, I'll talk to her. Is she in the front or the back?

- She's in the front. - All right.

Bring her around back. I'll meet you back there.

- Okay. - All right.

- ♪

- Hi, ladies!

- [crowd roars]

- Hey! Okay, okay, I see where we at.

It is ladies' night up in Eden.

Y'all ready to see some shit?

Go ahead. Let me see you.

Go, go, go! Hit the floor. What y'all doing?

- ♪

- DIME: Come on!

- ♪ Every time I show up, I be going harder ♪

♪

♪ I'm a fool, and I feel I go retarded ♪

♪

- Come on!

- [crowd cheering]

- Yo!

- ♪ I gotta take my starters

♪ Yeah, we be going harder

- Yup! Yup! Yup!

Okay, trick.

Okay, kickstand!

Wow! Yeah.

- ♪ Yeah, we be going harder

♪

♪ Every time I show up

♪

♪ All my niggas all want

♪

♪ I just got that pole up

♪ She twerking that ass, got me losing-- ♪

- DIME: Wow!

- ♪

♪ I ain't even gotta try to play ♪

♪

♪ I don't show no nigga no respect ♪

- DIME: Hey, don't kick me. Watch it.

Break it up. Yes, okay.

Uh-huh. Back it up.

Fuck it up, Fuck it up. Bring it up.

Hey, okay, cut the music.

Y'all back in your places.

Back to your corners!

Damn! Y'all heard me.

Gather all your coins.

Y'all get your money, pick it up.

Come on, y'all only gonna get what you grab!

- [crowd cheering]

- Ladies! Ladies, ladies, ladies, settle down.

I have something special for you.

- [crowd cheering]

- Give it up for Amp!

- [crowd cheers and applause]

- ♪ Uh, uh, uh

♪

♪ Mm

♪ Mm

♪ Mm-mm, uh

♪ Stand right here

♪ Let me show you what I'm 'bout to do to that body ♪

♪ Mm

♪ And come down here

♪ Let me show you where to touch my body ♪

♪ Mm

♪ Let the foreplay begin

- [crowd cheering, shouting]

- ♪

♪ 'Cuz once I go in

♪ I'm gonna have you begging for more ♪

♪ I'm talking right now, right now, right now ♪

♪ Right now

♪ Can we make some love right now? ♪

♪ Right now, right now, right now ♪

♪ Right now

♪ Can we make some love, like, right now? ♪

♪ Right now, now, now, now

♪ Right now, now, now, now

♪ Right now, right now, right now ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm talking, like, right now ♪

♪ Uh, uh, uh

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

- [crowd cheering]

[uproarious cheers and applause]

- [music and cheering inside club]

- What are you doing here? - I just wanted to stop by.

- Shemika! - I'm sorry.

- Look, it is late, okay?

You have to go to school tomorrow.

You can't just stop by.

- I'm sorry.

- Do you wanna tell me what's going on?

- Nothing. Can I come in?

- No. Baby, you are underage, okay?

I could lose my license.

- I'm sorry. I'm always causing trouble.

- Look, you are not causing trouble, okay?

You're not.

- I just...didn't wanna go home tonight.

- What's going on at home? - Nothing.

Nothing. I'm fine.

- Are your foster parents treating you right?

- Yeah. - Are you sure?

- Yes.

- Okay. You have to go home, okay?

Call me tomorrow when you get out of school.

Here, let me give you some money.

I'm gonna get you a ride, okay?

- No, no, it's okay.

- Well, how will you get home?

- I'll just take the bus. - The b--girl, it is late!

- I'll be all right.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- Okay. Now, call me when you get home.

- Okay. - All right.

- [music playing in club]

- She all right?

- No. Look, do me a favor.

Follow her home, okay? Something is going on.

- Mm. What you think it is?

- I don't know.

But I do know she never wants to go home.

- So... - Exactly.

I think her foster father might be messin' with her.

- Oh, damn.

- Look, if he is, you call me.

Don't do anything. Don't go inside.

Call me and wait, okay?

- I'm on it. - All right.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Can you, uh, do me a favor, please?

- What's up?

- Well, I don't really have anywhere to put this, so...

can I put it back here? - I got you.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Hey, um...guess I'll head back up there.

- Uh, yeah, you--you did really good out there.

- Really? Thank you.

Uh, you know, that practice session really helped.

- [chuckles]

- Hey, maybe I could take you to lunch sometime?

- Maybe.

- All right.

- Okay.

- Yeah, all right, see you later.

- Bye.

- ♪

- Hi, Blue, what's up?

- You ain't gonna believe this shit.

- What? - You were dead on.

- Is it happening right now?

- Right fucking now. - Send me the address.

- ♪ She wanna cut to the party ♪

♪ She 'bout to really get naughty ♪

♪ I got the gang in the party

- Hey, Midnight. - Hey, what's up?

- So I just text you an address.

Go to that house and pick up the man that lives there.

Now, do it quietly, okay?

There will be other people in the house

and I do not want them to hear.

- Got you. - Blue is already there.

- Okay.

- Bring that motherfucker to my office.

- Gotcha.

- ♪

- Thank you, Fuego. - Yes, Madam.

- Hey, Face. - Hey.

- Keep yours. - What?

- Yeah. Keep it.

- Shit, you don't have to tell me twice.

- Thank you for earlier today, helping me with my dad.

- No problem. - I appreciate you.

My daddy means the world to me.

- I understand. Did you end up moving him?

- Yeah. Done.

I had a transfer waiting at the house.

- That's great. - MADAM: Mm-hmm.

But thank you, again. - Absolutely.

- All right, have a good night.

- ♪

- Okay, I'm out. - Thank you.

Wait for a second. I need to talk to you.

I, um--I had a detective come by.

- Damn! - No, it's okay.

I mean, they don't have anything, so...

- What did you need me to do? - Find her.

Call somebody, I don't know, figure it out.

But I need to know where she is. - Okay.

- On the low, though. - I got it.

Look, uh...you gonna be all right, Madam.

You ain't goin' down for this.

- I appreciate that, baby, but none of us are, okay?

- All right.

- We just need to find the problem...

and eliminate it.

- Got it. See you tomorrow.

- Thank you. Find her! - I got you.

- ♪ Back it up, back it up, back it up ♪

♪ Put it back, put it back, stack it up ♪

- Why do they keep their money so messy?

- [chuckles]

- Hey.

How did you like it?

- It was crazy.

You know, the--the rush. The electricity.

I honestly--Madam, I felt nothing like it.

- [chuckles] I heard them screaming for you.

- [chuckles]

- I didn't watch. I mean, you're my nephew.

That would be weird.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- So, thinkin' 'bout making it a full-time thing?

- Um...I'm not sure yet. But I'll let you know.

- Okay. - All right.

Oh, shit, uh, I need to tip out, right?

- No. The amateurs don't tip out.

They usually don't make enough.

- Oh. Okay. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

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- I said good night. - Yes. Uh, good night.

My money. - Okay, no, I'm good.

Look, wrap this up for me. And, you know, keep it neat.

- DIME: I got you. - Thank you.

- DIME: I know how you like it.

Yeah. [laughs] I told you. You know?

Got some clothes on now, you can watch your own money.

- Yeah. I see.

Damn, I don't get why she let me keep it all.

- Yeah. Easy money.

- Yeah. But it's crazy.

Like, I never made this much cash in my life.

- Yeah, there's a lot more where that came from.

- Yeah. Yo, um, thank you.

- For what?

- You know, for being my model up there.

- Excuse me?

- [chortles] Man, I was just--you know,

for letting me look in your eyes and everything like that.

- Okay, no, sir.

You were looking at the chicks with the cash.

- No, for real, I was looking at you the whole time.

And even when I was looking at them, I was thinking about you.

- Look, if you and me are gonna be cool,

you need to come with the real. Cut the bullshit.

- Yo--ooh, hold up. It ain't no bullshit.

Like, what I gotta lie for? I'm telling you the truth. Huh?

- Okay. Fine. Good night.

- Hold up. You really don't believe me?

- Good night.

- Good night. - You need a ride?

- No, I'm good. I like to walk, so...

- Okay.

- Yeah, uh-- I'll explain later.

All right?

- Okay. - Okay.

Good night. [chuckles]

- FRANK: [coughs] - Sit your ass down.

- What the hell?

- You told me to get him out of bed.

This how the nigga sleep. - Did she see you?

- FRANK: [whimpers] - Nope.

- Nobody. - He was in the bed with her.

- You know what?

You exactly the kind of motherfucker I can't stand.

You gonna die, you know that?

- FRANK: What did I do? Who are you people?

- Uh-uh-uh. I ask the questions, okay?

- FRANK: What are you talking about?

- Shemika! - Who is Shemika?

- Please let me kill this motherfucker,

shoot his dick straight off.

- FRANK: I don't know, who is Shemika?

- Do you not even know the name of your foster child?

- FRANK: I don't have a foster child.

- Then who was the 17-year-old girl

you were fucking tonight, huh? Hm?

- FRANK: That's my wife. And she's 26.

What is going on?

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