Original subtitles

- Your son had some of his friends assault my nephew

the other night.

I would hate for you to have to bury your son

next to your daughter.

Previously on "All The Queen's Men"--

So what am I about to say, hmm?

- That I better get you your motherfucking money,

and this is the last warning I'm gonna get from you.

Ah!

- Your name has been coming up in all the wrong circles.

- You too have been coming up in circles.

- Tina, you better not be setting me up.

- I'm cutting this off. - Don't.

- [gunshot]

- ♪

- [siren wailing]

- Fucking cut my dick off.

Tried to fucking cut off my dick.

- ♪

- [phone ringing]

- MADAM: Hey, Doc.

- Madam.

- I'm sorry, I just saw your text message.

So, what is legit?

Was she there?

- DOC: Yeah.

She's here.

- Are you with her?

- DOC: I'm with her.

- What's wrong?

- Madam...

I need you.

- How bad is it?

- It--it's bad.

- MADAM: Send me the address.

- Oh, okay.

- Hey, is it a motel?

- Yeah.

- Was it loud?

- DOC: Yeah, it was loud.

- Did anybody come knocking?

- No.

- That's good.

It's good.

One way in?

- Yeah.

One way in.

- Alright.

Mama's on her way.

Fuck.

These niggas.

- ♪

- 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

[The sun] 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 ♪

♪♪

- ♪

- DOC: [heavy breathing]

- Shit.

- So, what happened, Doc?

- She tried to cut off my dick.

And I shot her.

- Okay.

- Well, this a fucking mess. - I can see that, Blue.

- Nigga, don't know how to do a fucking clean kill--

- Blue?

- I'm just saying, nigga got the blood everywhere.

On the ceiling.

Look, on that fucking wall.

How the fuck you get it over there?

- Look, we gonna get it cleaned up, alright.

- God damn, nigga. - Blue.

You know who to call.

- Alright, I got it.

- Come on, Doc, let's go.

- What? - Let's go.

- No, no. I gotta help you.

- Nigga, look at you.

You do not have it together, let's go.

- And she gonna like-- - Nigga, who else you got?

- Hey, let's go. I'm not saying that shit again.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Wipe that shit off of your face.

Fuck.

- Get this shit cleaned up. - I got it.

- ♪ If you wanna lay here, it's alright ♪

♪ It's alright, it's alright

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- ♪ It's alright, it's alright ♪

- How long are you staying here?

- I'll be out soon.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah, found me a little apartment.

I would love for you to see it.

- So, you have found a place?

- Yeah.

- Okay. - Okay.

Like I said, um, I would love to get a woman's opinion.

- Got it. - Word?

- [laughs] - Okay, alright there.

- [sighs] - Um...

- You gonna get out? - [laughs]

Dime, yo, real talk.

I don't wanna go in there.

- Why?

- Shit, I've been around dudes all day.

Yo, bunch of niggas in there.

I was thinking maybe we could...you know?

- What?

- Go to your place?

- Um, aren't you supposed to check in?

- Yeah. But--

- Okay, don't get in any trouble on my account.

- Girl, I ain't gonna get in no trouble, alright?

Look.

It's been a while.

- Okay, well, so what does that have to do with me?

- Nothing, I'm not trying to be disrespectful, I'm just--

Never mind, my bad.

I see how you roll.

- How do I roll?

- Well, time...

patience, space.

- All that.

- Yeah.

Alright, look, uh...

Don't get mad at me, Dime, alright?

Can I ask you how much time?

- As long as it takes.

- For...what?

- Me to be comfortable.

- I feel that.

No, for real.

I fucks with that.

- And...I don't date strippers.

- Oh, come on, girl, don't start that shit, alright?

You know?

- You should go in.

- Alright.

- BOTH: [laughs]

- Wait.

Wait, hold up.

Hold up.

- Hold up, hold up, what? - I see you.

I see you. - You see me?

- I see you getting all uncomfortable.

- [laughing] I am not uncomfortable.

- "I am not uncomfortable."

[laughs] So why you moving like that?

- My belt is tight.

- [laughs] Word? - Mm-hmm.

- Well, how 'bout we, um...

- [laughing] Oh my God.

- Untighten your belt.

And I'll untighten mine.

Kiss me?

- Are you gonna ask fucking permission?

- Of course.

- [laughs]

- ♪

- Hey. Hey.

Uh, this a decent neighborhood.

You can't be out here fucking in the middle of the street.

- Did he just say that?

- Go before I fuck this motherfucker up.

- Okay, it's okay. - No, it's not.

- What you say, nigga?

- I-- I will see you tomorrow.

- Good night.

- Text me when you get home, alright?

- Okay.

[laughs]

- Yes, sir.

You know that is some bullshit, right?

- I don't give a damn.

Get your ass in the house.

What the fuck you think this is around here?

- ♪

- What are they gonna do with her?

- Oh, you don't wanna know.

- I mean...

that shit gonna come back on me. - Hey, hey.

No, it's not, okay?

Thank you.

Have a drink.

I have the best working at it, okay, you're good.

- You're sure?

- Trust me.

- Why she do that shit?

- That shit you did back there...

you did that for me, alright?

And since you did that...

we just went to another level.

- I hear you.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm alright.

- Alright.

What I need you to do is go home,

okay? - Okay.

- Go to the gym tomorrow like nothing happened.

Look, nigga, if you still feeling tense,

let me know-- - Alright, alright.

I got--I got it, I'm alright. - MADAM: Okay.

It's a dog eat dog world out here.

You gotta do whatever it is you need to do.

- I got you. - Alright.

Doc, welcome to the other side of the family.

- Thank you, Madam.

- [knocking at door]

- MAN: Police, open up.

- ♪

- [knocking at door]

- I'm sorry. - [gunshot]

- Help! He was rap--he's raping us.

- ♪

- Please, he was raping us.

Please, he was--he was raping us.

Please, help!

Help!

- ♪

- So?

What happened?

- I'm trying to tell you, man, he was raping us.

- And who was he?

- He's somebody that came to the club.

And then he kidnapped me and her.

- He looks kind of small to be able to do that.

- Oh, he had another guy with him.

We were just supposed to smoke, fuck, talk,

get high, shit like that, man.

- And, uh...

why was Tina there?

- She was cool.

- Uh-huh.

[clears throat]

Did you know that she was turning State's evidence

against your boss?

- Who? Tina?

- Yeah, Tina.

- I don't know.

- Okay, Belinda.

- It's Blue.

- Belinda, I'm not doing this with you, okay?

It's late.

Are you gonna turn on Madam or what?

- I don't know what you mean. - Yeah, okay.

- I am a victim. - Are you?

- Yes. - [laughing]

- Fuck, I could have been killed.

Oh, thank God for your officers.

They saved my life.

- Yeah, see, I don't believe a thing that you're saying.

- But I'm telling you the truth.

- Ha, yeah, okay.

- Wait.

I get a phone call?

- You ain't getting shit, but a long, long jail sentence.

- I didn't do anything. - Okay.

- I want a lawyer.

- Yeah? You do?

Maybe tomorrow.

- Bitch, now don't you fuck with me.

Now you know that shit is illegal.

- Bitch...

you have no idea just how many agencies

are after you two, do you?

- [laughing]

- We are going to get your asses.

- Ah.

- Lola?

You got any questions?

- Not at this time.

- Alright, then great.

Hey, guys!

Let's take her back.

Let's give Miss Belinda a little time to think.

- [laughs] Now you bitches gonna give me my fucking

phone call, that's what the fuck y'all both gonna do.

- Good luck.

- Fuck you. - [laughs]

- ♪

- Hi, Daddy.

Hey, Blue, it's Madam.

You should have called me back last night.

Look, I came to see my dad,

so you already know how long that drive is.

Do me a favor, call me when you get this, okay?

Hi. - Hi.

- I'm Madam. - I know who you are.

- What are those? - Oh, we did this.

We try to find out as much as we can about our patients.

- Where'd you find these?

- He had them in his bag.

- MADAM: Really?

How's he doing?

- He's no fuss at all.

He's just--watches TV all day.

- Is he eating well? - He is.

He is eating. - Good.

- Uh, may I ask you a question?

This is none of my business.

- Then why are you asking?

- Well, it's about his care.

- Go on.

- Okay, um, since he's been here, the FBI

has been here to see him twice.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Um, are we in some kind of danger?

- Look at him.

Does he look dangerous?

- NURSE: No, not at all.

- Now, yes, he was a gangster.

He used to move a lot of dope, money, women, all of that.

But he went to jail for a long time.

He got very sick.

And after fighting to get him out, they finally released him.

And this is the condition he's in, so--

Yeah, I just wish I could have gotten him before, you know?

- I'm sorry. - It's okay. It's alright.

- They should leave him alone.

- Yeah, they should.

But they won't. - Well, why?

Do they not believe him?

- I guess not.

- [sighs] Well, um...

I can attest to the fact that he is in a really bad state.

- Are you trying to make me feel worse?

- I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

- Can you excuse us, please?

- No problem. - Thank you.

I brought you some banana pudding from Maddy D's,

as you already know.

Alrighty.

Looks like they've been treating you well.

I'm happy to hear you've been eating well.

Yeah, I see your face.

That's your favorite.

You look good, Dad.

You like that?

Mm-hmm.

Here a little bit more.

[sighs] Ooh, mm-hmm, yep.

Daddy, I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind.

These motherfuckers are trying to take my club from me.

I just caught two new bodies-- - [coughing]

- Are you okay?

Like I was saying, I just caught two new bodies--

- [coughs]

- I just caught two new bodies--beautiful bodies, and

they are working for me and making all kind of money.

But I'm gonna get you a clean towel.

I got a little mess on you.

Take you into the bathroom. Come on.

Yeah, let's get you cleaned up, Daddy.

- I'm sorry.

- Daddy. - Nobody can know.

Don't say nothing.

They're gonna put me back in there.

- [sobs]

- I'm happy you got me away from your crazy-ass sister.

You know how hard it is for me to sit here and not hug you

because some fucking Feds are after me?

- [sobbing]

- I'm about to shoot your sister in her fucking head.

She's having sex right there in front of me.

And this crazy motherfucker, he's a dark kid with wavy hair.

You know?

Look here, baby girl.

You kill any motherfucker

that's trying to kill you, you kill him twice.

All this shit that you coming in here telling me

on these visits...

I didn't raise you to be weak.

You do it for me.

You do it for my blood that's in you.

'Cause I swear--I swear.

If I could, I would tear all this shit down.

Okay.

Okay, take me back in there.

Now they got a camera right there on that dresser.

Next time you come to visit me, you put your purse up there.

- Daddy, I'm just so happy that you're okay.

I'm so happy you're okay.

- [chuckles]

I'm not okay.

They're watching me.

- Is everything okay, dear? - Uh, yes.

I spilled something on him, but I got it cleaned up.

- Oh, that's okay, we'll get that.

- MADAM: Okay. - Come on, James.

- ♪

- So... - So?

- You leaving? - Yeah.

You know, I found me a place.

- Can I see it? - Nah, man.

- Why not?

- Bro, real talk.

It's just something a little off about you to me, man.

- What you mean?

- I don't trust you, man.

- Wow.

- I mean, I'm sorry, but--

- That hurts.

- It's real, bro.

- So you're moving out?

- Yeah.

Like I said, I found me a place.

Talked to the landlord, she lives upstairs of the place,

and she take my money today.

And, um, I'm in there.

- So what did Mr. Paul say?

- Mr. Paul?

Shit, man, nothing he can say.

- I guess you right.

- [laughs] Yeah, I know I am, nigga.

- Look.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, man, I've been all in your business.

I just--I'm like proud of you.

Yeah.

Like a lot of dudes don't come in here and live like you did.

- You came in here, you knew what you wanted to do,

and you did it.

I just wish I could have been so lucky.

- Yo, man, you can be.

Nigga, you can do it too.

- I don't have an aunt helping me get paid, bruh.

- Bruh, that is no excuse, man.

You're better than that.

- Man, yo, I just wish you could have helped put me on.

- Yeah, look, I'm sorry about that.

- Well, it didn't work, so when can I go apply?

- Come on, man, don't start that again.

- When can I go down there? What time?

- Alright, chill. Um, look...

if you go to the club, you gotta talk to the manager

or the head of security. Alright?

The manager is Dime, head of security is Blue.

- Alright. I'll go today. - No, no.

Bro, how 'bout this?

- Let me tell them that you're coming first, alright?

- I appreciate that.

- Alright, so, sometime next week, I'll talk to my aunt,

and I'll tell her to put you on.

But not around no money, okay?

- You think I would steal from her?

- AMP: No. - Oh. [laughs]

- But it's not about her, bro.

This is about you.

And trust me, with my aunt, you don't want them problems,

you hear me? - Yeah.

I ain't never do that, bruh.

- Alright. - Alright.

Appreciate it.

- Be careful, man.

- Thanks.

- ♪

♪

- What the--

What are you doing in here?

- [sighs] I can't talk here.

- Oh, shit.

- BLUE: It's all good, man.

- What is going on, Blue?

- I was handling something for Madam last night.

- What?

- Tell you wasn't me, just got caught up in it.

- Why is she not down here then?

- Because she don't know yet.

- Is it bad?

- Yeah.

- [sighs]

Well, she need to do something.

- We can't talk here.

- Baby.

- Hey, hey, hey, relax, man. Relax.

- Damn it, Blue.

You don't even call me last night, you didn't come home.

And now you up in here for her.

- Yeah.

Don't you do that shit.

- Nah, nah, she need to get her--

- She?

What the fuck you talking about she?

She's done a lot for us.

- At what fucking price, Blue?

- Didn't I say we all good?

- We ain't good if you sitting up in here.

- Alright, listen here.

I need you to get a message to her for me.

- You know what? I got a message for her.

- Ah, come on, with that shit, man.

- No, I'm gonna let her know exactly--

- Wait, wait, wait, calm your ass down.

- No, fuck that.

- No, no, no, don't you take your ass going down there.

I don't know who the fuck you think you are.

- Are you fucking her too?

- You're gonna do this?

You're gonna do that shit right here?

- You know what?

I got this.

- No, the fuck you don't.

Yo, Kat!

Kat!

Shit, man, fuck!

- Okay, so we have the GBI here, Agent Lola Watts.

And I am Detective Davis, I'll be representing

the City of Atlanta on this.

We will need your assistance to make sure that this all goes

smoothly, so thank you.

Now, you know what we have on her.

I sent it in an email.

She is considered to be armed and dangerous at all times.

Her name is Marlyn Deville, but she goes by Madam.

- ALL: [laughs]

- Yeah, I know, no shit, she actually does think

that she's a madam, right.

[coughs] Anyway.

We have this body that disappeared, and then last

night, we found her henchman--or should I say woman--in a room

with a dead witness, and that's just the beginning.

So I am bringing this to a judge right now to get a warrant to go

search her premises and bring her ass in for questioning.

- I will gladly sign that.

- We knew we could count on you, judge.

Alright!

So there you have it, okay?

Let's look alive, people, because like I said, that one

right there is always--

always armed and dangerous.

Alright.

- Hey, don't I know you?

- Do you, judge?

- I think I do.

- I don't recall.

No, ma'am.

- Yeah.

Okay.

- ♪

- Hey, guys.

- Hey.

- Go get a good workout in.

- ♪

- BOTH: ♪ They 'bout to fuck again ♪

[laughs]

- Hey, how was it?

- Nigga, get on.

- Come on, man, get that shit.

- Man.

I need to put something on my joints.

Fuck.

- Bro, I told you to stop using that shit.

- I'm telling you, man, got the whole club smelling like this.

- Hey, fuck y'all want me to do, man?

- Shit, stop doing that.

- Yeah, alright.

- Nigga, where the hell Doc at?

Why he always standing us up? - Hey.

Oh, he's here.

- Where?

- He's here.

He's over there, ain't doing shit.

- I'm gonna see what the nigga up to.

- Alright, come on.

Get to seven.

- Nigga, you can't bench the bar.

- Yo, Doc, man, what up?

- What's up, bro? - You good?

Come get this work in, bro, you're over here just chilling.

What's up? - I'm alright, man.

- Bro, it's me. What's up?

- I'm alright, bro, I'm good.

- Oh shit.

- What?

- You got that--

That your baby? - [smacks]

Man, get out of here with that shit, man.

- Bro, you got that "that's my baby" look though.

- No, man, I-- - Then what is it?

- How many you got on you?

- None right now. You need some--

- Look, bro.

[whispers] Bodies.

- Bro, you know we don't talk about that shit.

- Yeah, I know. - You mother--

- My bad, bro.

- You got one?

- Yeah.

- When?

- [sighs]

Recent.

- Let me ask you this.

Was it a bad person?

- No.

- Damn.

That make it harder.

Okay.

But were they trying to hurt you?

- Yeah.

- Okay then, there you have it.

That's how we roll around here.

You gotta get them before they get us.

Come on, man, don't ponder on this too long.

The longer you sit around thinking about that shit,

the longer it's gonna hold you.

Come on, bro, let's get this work.

Come on.

- ♪

- Hi. - Hey.

- Who let you in? Who are you?

- Oh, you don't remember me?

I'm a friend of Amp's.

- Uh, okay.

Yeah, I remember you.

What are you doing here?

- I wouldn't cause any problem, I'm just here to pick up shoes.

- Shoes? - Yeah, they were mine.

I let Amp borrow 'em.

- Okay, well, you're gonna have to come back when he's here.

He didn't tell me anything about any shoes.

- Okay. Come back. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, I can do that. Yeah.

- Okay, well-- - Mm-hmm.

Don't do it.

- Man, you don't wanna do this.

- I bet I do. - You bet you do?

- No, I need you to get your ass out of here!

- No.

- You don't know who owns this fucking club.

Madam owns this club.

Madam don't play-- - I don't give a fuck!

- There are cameras watching you.

Is this what you wanna-- - Fuck them cameras.

- Is this what you wanna die doing?

- You're a stupid-ass ho.

- Where's stu--

- Shadow somebody else mean shit.

- DIME: Fuck.

- Get your ass in-- - You don't wanna do this.

- Don't make me tell you to shut up again.

- Shut up? Nigga, you know how many guns I had in my face?

- Bitch, shut up! - Bitch?

No, nigga, I got your bitch.

- [unintelligible] get shot over somebody else's

fucking money. Stop! - [crash]

- You know what, nigga, fuck-- - Shut up!

- [crash]

- Oh shit.

Shit.

- ♪

- Oh shit.

- ♪

- [women cheering]

- ♪

- BOTH: What the fuck?

- ♪

♪

- Man, I'm so sore from the gym.

- Yeah, I could tell.

Them little bitch-ass muscles.

- Yeah, okay.

- Where's Madam?

- I don't know.

She wasn't here when I got here.

- Wait. What?

- No, she wasn't.

- I'll call Madam.

- Wait, Dime isn't here either?

- That's why the music sound like shit.

- No, the amateur's been playing her own thing.

- Ha, oh wow.

- Yo, who opened?

- Damn, I don't know.

- Hey, don't tell me these amateur-ass clowns

is running this place.

- Man, let's hurry up and get dressed so we can go out there

and kill shit before Madam destroy all our shit.

- Trouble's been killing it out there.

- We don't need to hear that.

- [phone buzzing]

- Hey.

- DOC: Where you at?

- What you mean where I'm at?

I'm at home.

Look, I had to go see my dad today.

It's a long-ass drive, so I'll be there in a minute.

What's up?

- What you want us to do?

- What do you mean what to do?

Blue and Dime know what to do.

- Yo, Blue's not here.

- She's not?

- DOC: No.

- Okay.

- DOC: Yo, Madam, should I be worried?

- No.

- You're sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Okay, but when's the last time you talked to her?

- Doc, chill, I got this.

- Okay.

- Get the fellas, and y'all need to get on stage

and start a routine, okay? - Yeah.

They getting ready to go out there.

- They? Nigga, you going too.

- Madam, I can't tonight.

- Look, Doc, you need to act like everything

is okay, alright?

- Fuck.

Okay, I'll try.

- Alright.

- But you sure Blue's good?

- MADAM: It's Blue, okay, she's fine.

- DOC: Okay.

- Get on stage, alright?

- DOC: Okay.

- Alright.

- [women cheering]

- Look, I didn't leave nothing for y'all, so--

- Now I knew we should have let them fuck you up.

- Yeah? Maybe.

- Arrogant ass.

- Look, nobody was here, so I had to hold it down.

- Wait.

Nobody? - Nobody.

- Hey, what the hell is going on?

- I don't know.

- Just introduce us.

- What? [laughs]

- Come on.

- Look, I had to do myself.

Y'all can do yourself too.

- You're really doing this right now?

- Fine, fine.

Alright, y'all done had the best.

- [women cheering]

- Which is me!

- [women cheering]

- Now y'all left with the rest.

- [women laughing]

- No, I'm just kidding, y'all.

Give it up for my boys!

- [women cheering]

- Busta Rhymes singing "Blow A Million Racks"]

♪ Bottles in the air, what they do ♪

♪ Bang whatever city you from ♪

♪ That cobra's 'bout to come back focused ♪

♪ Bass, bottle, chug, club

♪ Cup, drink, dance, drop

♪ Bass, bottle, chug, club

♪ Cup, drink, dance, drop

♪ Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow racks ♪

♪ Do it, do it

♪ Do it, million racks

♪ Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow racks ♪

♪ Do it, do it

♪ Do it, million racks

♪ Bass, bottle, chug, club

♪ Cup, drink, dance, drop

♪ King Kong, gigantor, niggas know that I slash shit ♪

♪ Sing a song with the landlord, niggas know I got the hot shit ♪

- [women cheering] - ♪ Know that I start shit

♪ Y'all niggas fruity, mix 'em all up in the blender ♪

♪ And you know I got the bomb shit ♪

♪ When you see me and you witnessing ♪

look at me in amazement

♪ When everything so hard

♪ You engrave my name in the pavement ♪

♪ Then we go show niggas how to do it ♪

♪ Go in and blowin' racks, ooh, do it nigga, do it, ayy ♪

♪ Threw a million racks

♪ Bass, bottle, chug, club

♪ Cup, drink, dance, drop

♪ Bass, bottle, chug, club

♪ Cup, drink, dance, drop

♪ Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow racks ♪

♪ Do it, do it

♪ Do it, million racks

♪ Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow racks ♪

♪ Do it, do it

♪ Do it, million racks ♪

- [women cheering]

- [phone ringing]

- COMPUTER VOICE: Please leave a message at the beep.

- Blue, call me.

- [phone ringing]

- What the fuck? Is nobody answering their phone today?

- COMPUTER VOICE: --message at the beep.

- Look, Dime, this is Madam, okay?

I don't know where the fuck Blue is.

If you see her, tell her to call me.

And you call me too. What the fuck?

- [phone buzzing]

- Hello? Blue?

- No, it's Judge Ross.

- Oh, to what do I owe that pleasure?

- No, the pleasure is all mine.

- MADAM: Okay.

- I just want you to know that I never forget a thing.

- Great, and neither do I.

- Yes, but I'm a woman who operates

within legal boundaries.

- Well, judge, that's no fun.

- You should try it.

- Why are you calling me?

- JUDGE: I just wanted to hear your voice.

- Why?

- Well, you never know when it might sound...

quite like this again.

So free.

- Are you threatening me?

- JUDGE: Oh, no, darling.

It's a little too late for that.

- Look, I don't know what the fuck you think you have on me,

but you might wanna rethink that, judge.

- I don't think that's even possible at this point.

- So, am I to assume that you're not gonna tell me

what it is?

- No.

You'll find out soon enough.

- Alright.

Well, until then, get the fuck off my phone.

And, bitch, don't call me again.

- [knocking at door]

- Who the fuck is that?

Who is it?

- KAT: Kat!

- Come on.

- They got her. - What?

- They got her at the motel last night.

- Where is she? - She's in jail.

- What?

- She's in jail.

- Okay, calm the fuck down. - No, no, no, no, no.

- No, what I'm gonna need you to do is lower your tone.

- No, no, no, no, you know damn well that you killed Allen.

And that Blue was there so--

- Motherfucker, what you gonna do?

- I got it. - No.

- I got it.

- She was only in there so that she could clean up Doc's mess

after killing that girl.

Yeah. - Kat.

- I'm not playing this shit no more.

- You need to lower your tone.

- I don't need to do a fucking thing, Madam.

I will give up all of this shit, and you too.

You know I'm not playing this.

You got 24 hours to get her out!

You hear me?

- [gunshot]

- Shoot me.

Isn't that your training, hmm?

What the fuck they teach you at the academy?

Now, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, coming into

my house, talking to me like a rabid-ass fucking dog.

But, bitch, you obviously don't know who the fuck I am.

So we're gonna start with an apology, okay?

'Cause I am absolutely the kind of woman that would die

right the fuck here in a shootout before I let

your monkey-ass walk in my motherfucking house

talking crazy.

I can't hear you, bitch!

- I'm sorry.

- Put your fucking gun down.

Fucking crazy?

What you don't realize, bitch--did she not tell you?

I'm crazy. I'm crazy fucking crazy.

This shit ain't play!

Get the fuck out of my house!

- [gasps]

- AMP: [coughing]

[moaning]

Auntie. Auntie. [coughs]

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