I've been waiting on the right moment to give you this.
[Madam] Previously on All The Queen's Men...
This is no ordinary cane.
[The Concierge] I respect your integrity.
If you ever decide to really use your primary resource,
-you know where to find me. -[screaming]
What's going on with you?
I didn't go through with the abortion.
-Why not? -Amp found out.
He found out about you and Big D?
No, just the pregnancy.
There's shit all over the internet.
Yo, that's my address.
Prepare to immerse yourself in the Garden of Eden.
Perhaps one of Atlanta's top comeback stories of the year.
I'm standing here next to Marilyn "Madam" DeVille,
who not too long ago was on trial for the--
And exonerated.
Absolutely exonerated.
And then shortly afterwards,
she survived a brutal attempt on her life,
and now she's here celebrating the reopening of Eden,
one of the city's most prominent entertainment venues,
which she owns and operates.
So tell me, how does it feel to be back?
It feels amazing.
The gentlemen are excited about the evening.
They are ready.
The ladies here are definitely in for a treat.
And as you said, tonight is a celebration for me.
I'm just happy I was able to bring it all together.
Well, I must say, you do look stunning.
-Thank you very much. -So, after tonight,
what is next for you then?
Well, you know, I plan on giving back to the community.
The same community that has loved me
and supported me all these years.
I mean, as they say, I'm for the people.
-Isn't that right, ladies? -Yes!
Well, I did want to ask you a couple more questions
if you have time tonight.
But then, you know, tell me...
[distorted and echoing] ...what else is on your mind
tonight then?
[door shutting]
What did you forget?
[gunshots]
Tell me, what else is on your mind?
That's enough. Thank you.
Excuse me.
[theme song]
* Yeah, yeah, yeah *
* They know not to play with me they know I get it started *
* Asking will I take it easy, told 'em that it's hard *
* Asking will I quit, oh no sir I beg your pardon *
* They sayin' dat it's light but I'll turn *
* This bitch to darkness [darkness] *
* It go up, we don't play around *
* I won't play about my dinero [dinero] *
* Got some gangsters in the cut now [cut now] *
* And they're doing what I say so *
[Blue] You sure you're okay?
I will be better
when I know who had the nerve to fucking shoot me.
We're on it.
Are you?
Because I don't feel like you on it, Blue.
If you were, then I would know exactly who it was
that tried to fucking shoot me.
We're close.
I found the valet that may have driven the car
that was parked across the street from Eden on that night.
-A valet? -Uh-huh.
Had a Brick Lords tattoo.
I figure it could have been a hit,
since we know they have beef with the Black Rock Boys.
Then what the fuck are we waiting for?
Go get these niggas.
We will, okay?
We just gotta check out a few more things
just so we can be sure.
Then, what the fuck are you two doing here?
Madam, you shouldn't be unprotected tonight.
Nigga, I don't need a fucking babysitter, okay?
Someone put a price on my head,
so I want their heads cut completely the fuck off.
Yes, Madam.
Go!
I'll stay here.
Keep my eye on everything.
Tommy, you head back to Mattie B,
see what else you can find out.
But Madam, I want to stay for the party.
Nigga.
Plus, I made my special cookies.
Can you at least hand 'em out?
Fuck.
Man, Face, I see you glistening over there.
Ah. You can look, but don't touch, alright?
Why? 'Cause it's gonna make his hands turn green?
Nigga, I don't wear fake shit.
And it's courtesy of my new sponsor.
Did she buy it with her disability check?
Man, fuck you, Trouble.
Disability check? What's she talking about?
Babyface's new sponsor is on a walker.
Man, you always in somebody's business.
And for your information,
she only on the walker because she had knee surgery.
Oh, shit, I didn't know about that.
I thought 'cause she was old as dirt.
I'm tired of your bald ass.
Man, fuck that disability shit, Face.
Do your thing.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
[Amp] Hey, hey, Auntie.
I'm a little busy. What you need?
Yeah, um, I'll be quick.
I just wanted to talk to you.
You know, about the possibility of...
me taking on a new role here at Eden.
What? A new body role?
No, something with a little bit more responsibility.
Auntie, I am extremely grateful
for everything you've done for me.
But, you know, I can't really keep dancing forever.
I really want to move up.
Move up to what?
Well, I was thinking more of a managerial position.
Manager? [scoffs]
Everybody wants to be the fucking manager,
and no one knows how to manage.
Tell me, Amp, what do you know about managing a nightclub?
Hell, what do you know about managing any business,
for that matter?
Look, I don't know a lot.
But you know me, and I'm willing to learn.
Nigga, this is not an on-the-job training program, no.
No, I know, Auntie, but listen.
I've been looking up online classes,
and I figure that I could get an associate's degree
in business management in two years, right?
-Amp, look, stop, stop. -And then with that,
I can just--
Okay, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings with this,
but I cannot help but to be honest.
You are an alcoholic ex-con,
with little to no fucking education and no skills.
Who do you think is gonna hire you to manage their money?
Huh?
Um... [clear throat]
I was just hoping you would.
Who, Me? The fuck I look like, a charity?
Nigga-- [exhales]
I cannot hand out a job
to every person that walks into my office with a sob story, no.
Auntie...
I'm not just anybody.
I'm your family.
That's right. You are family.
Which is why you have a job here now, dancing.
Don't fuck that up.
And do not rock the boat.
-Okay. -Mm-hmm.
Anything else?
No.
I'm good.
Crazy.
[phone pinging]
Fuego, what happened to you?
I had a little accident with my knee.
[phone pinging]
Shit.
A knee injury is not easy to come back from.
I know.
And, uh, there's no telling how long
I'ma be out because of it.
I'm just here grabbing a few things from my locker.
But I don't want to talk about it.
[phone pinging]
I see your phone is still blowing up.
[phone pinging]
Yeah.
Some chick doxxed me.
Wow, that's crazy.
Tell me about it.
Every time I report something,
something else pops back up, man.
I'ma be doing this shit all night.
[phone pinging]
Yeah. Cleaning that up is no joke.
Let me see.
You know doxxing someone is illegal, right?
Really?
Yeah. And once you find out who it is,
you can even press charges if you want.
It's probably that damn Nyema.
We'll see.
I'm locating the original account that doxxed your info.
And once I hack into it, I can find out who's behind it.
Bingo.
Locating the IP address.
And the Finsta account.
Locating the name.
Confirming it.
You were right. Nyema Simmons.
Damn.
Yeah, it may take me a couple days
to scrub the rest of your personal info,
but after that, you should be good.
Yo, Doc...
I can't stop her from doing it again.
Thanks anyway.
No problem.
If I were you, I would change my number and my passwords.
Hold on.
But all my clientele is in that phone, bruh.
It's up to you.
If you want your phone to keep buzzing.
My bad.
Yeah, you right.
-Alright, man. -Thank you.
Got you.
[cheering]
[music blaring]
I don't want this to end.
We should go to VIP.
Um, I'm not having sex in this club.
Well, my car's parked outside.
Your car? I'm also not a college student
that wants to get fucked in the backseat of some car.
I could drive us to your place.
Right. My husband would love to see you.
Alright. Let me figure something out.
Okay.
Hurry back.
Damn, good to see you, Smoke.
It's good seeing you, Madam.
Always a pleasure.
I was happy when you called.
I've been wanting to get my hands dirty lately.
Yeah? Well, I'm glad to hear that.
Now, this particular proposition I have for you
is kind of different.
Okay. Well, do tell.
I plan on purchasing and running a marijuana farm.
Ah. Well, you know I'm a cannabis horticulturalist.
Oh, I am aware.
Well, I grow and cultivate my own strain.
I'm working on a special one now.
Maybe next time I come by, I can bring you some.
Well, good to hear that.
Because I want to put you in charge of my grow operation.
Ah.
-Mm-hmm. -Okay.
Well, you know, I'm a little disappointed
you don't need me to bleed nobody.
[chuckling]
But hey, selling weed is the next best thing.
You don't mind if I take a little personal use for myself?
-No, not at all. -Okay.
Just make sure that shit don't cut into my profits.
Oh, no, ma'am, it will not.
Alright, well, hey, you got a deal.
As usual, it's a pleasure seeing you.
-You're looking wonderful. -Thank you.
-We'll talk soon. -See you soon, Smoke.
[moaning]
[cheering]
Hey, why do you look so sad? What's the matter?
Yeah, I just spoke to Madam.
Okay, about?
About not dancing forever.
And about moving up to a managerial position.
Okay, and what did she say?
She said I basically don't have what it takes.
And that basically I should just shut up and keep dancing.
I'm sorry, Amp.
Yeah, maybe she's right, so.
No, babe, don't talk like that.
Just because Madam doesn't want you to move up
doesn't mean that you can't find something somewhere else.
I don't know, Dime.
I mean, what skills do I really have, right?
No, don't talk like that.
You have so many beautiful talents and gifts.
You can be and do anything you want.
Dime, a baby coming.
I don't get the time to figure out
what I want to do or be.
Feel me?
No, Amp.
I don't. I believe in you.
Don't let what Madam said get in your head, okay?
I'll try not to.
Maybe you should call your sponsor.
Maybe you're right.
-Let me call Michael, okay? -Mm-hmm.
I appreciate you.
Mm-hmm. I know. That's why I keep you around.
Bye, babe.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
What the fuck happened to you?
I had a little thing with my knee.
What kind of thing?
I'd rather not go into it,
but I just came from the hospital
and they said that I wouldn't be able to dance
for a while.
How long is a while?
I'm not sure yet.
But I just wanted to let you know
that I wasn't late because I was slacking off.
Okay. Alright.
I'm still gonna fine you, though.
I understand.
You need anything?
No. I'm fine.
I just wanted to let you know what was going on with me.
[sighs] Well...
since you can't dance,
I will find some other work for you
so your pockets don't stay empty.
Thanks, Madam.
I appreciate it.
Mm-hmm.
You can go home. I mean...
nurse that fucking knee of yours.
Can't do shit hobbling around here.
Yeah, I guess so. Thanks again, Madam.
Mm-hmm.
Fuck.
[Madam sighing]
-[music blaring] -[cheering]
Oh, I see, you've been waiting to see me.
Well, you talk so much about Eden,
I wanted to see it up close and personal.
You want a dance?
No, not now.
I just want to, uh, soak up the atmosphere.
-You sure? -Yeah.
[indistinct], don't let me stop you doing
from what you normally do.
Alright, I got you. I'll check with you later, alright?
You do that.
* You got time today *
* So you can have your way, you got no time to waste *
* Yeah, use the things I say, you get it signed away *
* That mean everything okay *
* That mean that everything alright *
* I mean, what more I gotta say *
* I got the time today, so you can have your way *
* You got no time to waste *
* She ain't use the things I say, you get it signed away *
* That mean that everything okay *
* That mean that everything alright *
* I mean, what more I got to say *
It's kinda spicy.
Okay. So, I paid the liquor license ahead of time.
I removed the worker's comp policy.
And I got us caught up on the insurance
because it was about to lapse.
Hm.
Gold star, Toni.
I was gonna handle all that shit.
I had it on my to-do list.
-Uh-huh. -Mm-hmm.
I don't know why you just don't let me handle
the business stuff at Mattie B's.
'Cause I don't trust you like that.
Just because I gave you one thing to do
and you ran off and did all that shit
does not mean I'm about to just turn the books over to you.
Girl, it was more than one thing.
-Mm. -I did used to
run this whole place, remember?
Before you took it from me.
And I used to run it before y'all took it from me.
Man, I seen you out there dancing on my sponsor.
Who's your sponsor?
Samantha.
Nigga, the lady with the walker.
Oh, I didn't know that was her. She didn't have her walker.
That's because she was sitting down.
And I talked about her earlier.
What you talking about? But fuck all that.
Here at Eden, we got a code.
Well, does your lady know about the code?
'Cause she asked me for a dance.
My lady don't work here. But you do.
And around here, we don't fuck on each other's tippers.
You know, you're right.
I didn't realize that was her.
She didn't have her walker. You ain't gotta worry.
It won't happen again.
Yeah. You make sure it don't.
Damn.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
Hey, Madam. You wanted to see me?
Yeah, how you feeling?
I'm good.
Couple stab wounds ain't gonna stop me.
How you doing?
I'm good, too.
Bullet ain't gonna stop me.
Here, this is for you.
-You shouldn't have. -Nigga, I didn't.
Your fan mail obviously got mixed in with my well wishes.
What?
Let me see.
"I miss you so much, it cuts like a knife."
Wait, is this from that bitch that stabbed you?
I think so. Shit been kinda weird since then.
Look, Night,
I can ban this bitch from the club
so she doesn't get close to you here, but...
what does your gun situation look like at home?
-Oh, you know, I'm strapped. -Good.
Then keep it that way.
Now, if this bitch shows up here,
I want you to body her.
Say less.
The secret to a good soufflé is to use a metal bowl
when beating the egg whites to achieve the best peaks.
Hm.
Rick Lawrence.
What you up to?
Come in.
Madam, there's a man in the hallway
that wants to talk to you.
Who is it?
I've never seen him before.
But he told me to give you this.
Says you know what it means.
Let him in.
You want me to...
Mm-mm. I'll handle it.
Let's find out.
They partying with tusi?
So, you must be Sy.
And you must be the infamous Madam.
Your beauty is more striking than your reputation.
Why, thank you.
I'm sure you didn't come all the way here
to shower me with compliments.
You're correct. I'm here on business.
Really?
I was under the impression
that our business would remain anonymous.
Not when you have accrued more debt.
I am so sorry, but you must be mistaken.
You see, I do not leave outstanding bills.
Two of my men are dead.
Sandra Jiminez was the last job they completed.
Oh, well.
Sorry for your loss.
But I didn't kill 'em.
I assume you didn't.
And I couldn't get an answer I needed from your dancer.
He won't be El Fuego for a while.
Nevertheless, any agreement we had before,
they are buried along with my men on your land.
Well, it sounds to me, Sy, like your men,
they should have been a bit more careful.
If anyone should be careful, Miss DeVille...
it's you.
Are you threatening me?
Merely a suggestion
to proceed with the utmost caution.
As far as my men, I require...
half a million in compensation
for each one of them.
Um, Sy,
you cannot come into my office and demand money from me.
When one of my men turns up dead...
businesses slow down.
As a broker, I have a reputation to uphold.
You, of all people, should understand that, Miss DeVille.
Okay. That's valid.
So, you said a half a million?
Each.
Very well. Blue!
Yes, Madam?
I need you to escort this gentleman to our vault
so he can collect his payment.
Follow me.
Glad that we can see eye to eye.
So am I.
Hey, baby.
Couldn't wait 'til I get off for us to get off.
I'm not out here for sex.
That's too bad.
You're making my dick hard just standing there.
Listen, I'm not playing games with you, Quincy. Seriously.
I thought you liked when we played games.
You stole something from me.
You can't prove it.
Is that right?
Because if I had the police dust the keypad on my safe,
they'd find your fingerprints.
Maybe we should have them dust off
what I found inside your safe instead.
What do you want?
Seems to me...
there's a $20,000 reward for Madam's shooter.
And Madam's shooter ought to give me $100,000
to keep my mouth shut.
$100,000? What the fuck are you talking about?
It's your call.
I can turn you into the police,
or I can hand you over to Madam.
Fine.
I just don't have that type of money just sitting around.
It's going to take me some time.
It's all good.
I know where you live.
-Hi. -Hi.
Here's the night deposit back.
I need you to take it to the bank.
What? You want me to stop by the bank at this time of night?
Yeah. You strapped.
I don't like guns.
Whose daughter are you?
Cadillac would be so disappointed.
Well, I guess I can stop by there when my shift ends.
Okay.
It'll be daylight by then anyway.
Yeah. You'll be fine.
I mean, you said you wanted to work here.
This is part of the work.
I need to go take this bra off. Oh, my goodness.
-Good night. -Alright, good night.
Thank you for taking care of that for me.
-I got you. -Uh-huh.
[giggling]
Hey.
Yo, thanks for meeting me, man.
I'm your sponsor. I couldn't leave you hanging.
-Yeah. -I listened to your message.
It sounds like you're going through a lot.
Yeah, man. That's for sure.
Well, what's going on?
Well...
I just don't know where, like, my life is going.
Like, I don't know what the next step is.
Well, the good news is you don't have to figure out
your whole life right now.
That's why we call it steps.
True, but...
What happens when the innocence that you thought you had
right in front of you just disappears?
Well, sometimes you gotta let go of what you're holding on to
in order to receive something new.
Just keep working the program. You'll figure it out.
I hope so, man.
I actually hope I figure it out before nine months.
Wait a minute. Are you saying...
-Dime is pregnant. -That's fantastic, man.
-Congratulations. -Oh, thank you.
Let that be your fuel.
Just keep working the steps. The answers will come.
-I guess I have to, right? -Yeah.
Yeah, I just want to say thank you, man,
like you're always there for me.
Amp, I've been looking all over for you. You have a VIP.
-Yeah. -Who are you?
Hi, I'm Michael, a friend of Amp's.
I'm not paying you to have playdates.
Look, I gotta go, man.
-Yeah. -I appreciate you.
Let's grab some coffee when you get off.
Yeah, bet.
Ma'am.
[music blaring]
Is everything good here?
Does it look like it's not?
What'd you find out at Mattie B's?
Brick Lords are selling drugs from the valet stands
at Mattie B's.
Those grimy...
They know better than to sell drugs
on the Black Rocks territory.
Exactly what I said.
Makes sense on why they want to take Madam's place.
And they're using their cars to do all the criminal shit.
Hell, I ain't mad at the hustle.
Anybody that gets a license plate,
traces it back to another.
Yeah. I guess I got to give them props for that, too.
But after I nail they nuts to a chair.
Oh, I was right about the gray sedan.
I knew he didn't have anything to do with this.
Damn. You was right.
Oh, well. What are we doing about the valet?
That nigga like cars?
Let's take his ass for a ride.
You call this shit clean?
I can still see lipstick on the rim.
Clean my glass real properly.
The next stain on it's gonna be your lazy-ass blood.
Thank you.
Detective Davis.
Now, why are you here sniffing around for dick
instead of out there looking for my shooter?
Your people are making it really hard for me to do my job.
I think my people are doing your job for you.
You should be here thanking me instead of complaining.
We pulled the footage around Eden
on the night of the shooting.
We noticed that there's three hours missing.
-Really? -Yes, really.
Well, I guess systems fail just as much as you do, don't they?
You know what? I don't give a fuck who shot you. I don't.
In fact, whoever did, I wish they were a better shot.
But since I can't cha-cha slide on your grave right now,
I have a job to do.
So, tell your people to stop fucking with my investigation.
Oh, you're a little spicy tonight, I see.
I hear a dry pussy will do that to a bitch.
You should really wipe that smile off your face.
Because this is still an active investigation,
and I can pull all your people in for obstruction of justice.
Mm. Are you mad that my people are further along
on this investigation than yours?
Do yourself a favor.
Go threaten somebody who gives a fuck.
Enjoy the dick.
Hey, Katrina.
Can I talk to you?
You're not afraid to speak to me in public anymore?
You're not afraid that your boss
is going to see you talking to me?
Just come on.
When I tell you to get a hamburger for me,
don't put cheese on my shit.
Man, go clean that shit up.
Damn.
Yo, let me holler at you for a second.
Now, I know you're not touching me.
Yo, chill.
I'm just trying to put some money in your pockets.
Do I look like I need money from you?
I know how we can get it fast and easy, though.
Fast and easy, huh? What you got?
I just did a dance for a mother and her daughter.
It got me thinking.
A lot of women might want to see a father and a son duo.
Me dance with you? Hell, no.
Here me out.
I got skills.
And you ain't half bad when your knees ain't acting up.
So you got jokes.
I'm just messing, man.
But it's a way we both can come up.
What you think?
I think that's not going to work.
Nobody want to see no father and son performance.
-But? -But...
you're an amateur and I'm VIP.
Make it make sense.
I'll never share a stage with you.
It was just an idea.
Yeah, a dumb one.
I am not going to talk to Nyema because you drugged her.
This is your problem.
But what she's doing is illegal.
And what you did isn't?
That's the most pot calling the kettle black
bullshit I've ever heard.
People are calling me a rapist.
What? What people? What are you talking about?
These people, I mean.
These people are calling me.
Look, they got my address. They got my phone number.
They're sending me death threats every day.
And that's not even half of what's online and in my phone.
All right. Fine. Let me see.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
Yo, Madam. Mind if I holler at you for a minute?
It's a minute you could be making some money.
So, make it quick and make sure it's good.
Yo, so I got this money making idea. It's a game changer.
Well, have a seat.
So I was dancing on this mother and her daughter, right?
And they was really into it.
I'm talking about throwing dollars from left to right.
They was on me, Madam.
Okay. Is that not what they're supposed to do?
Yeah, true. But it gave me this idea, right?
So, what if me and Quincy did a father and son routine?
I could see that.
Right.
Mayor Watson.
I'm surprised to see you here. How can I help you?
Well, I was in the neighborhood
and I wanted to follow up with you
about the shooting investigation.
Any new information?
Unfortunately, no.
Nothing new has come in and I've exhausted all my leads.
So, the evidence hasn't presented anything new?
No.
So what about your suspects? Who's at the top of your list?
It's too premature to tell right now, but rest assured,
I've questioned any person with a motive.
Hm. I'm sure that's an extensive list for someone like Madam.
Hm. It sure is.
[Tandy] Yeah.
You know, it just occurred to me
that I haven't taken a statement from you yet.
Why would you? I'm not an enemy of Marilyn DeVille.
Yes, but we all know
that you guys have had a challenging past
and I'm sure that you weren't happy, you know, with the events
that happened at your groundbreaking ceremony.
Well, who would be happy with that fiasco?
It was a PR nightmare for my office.
-It was? -Yeah.
So, where were you on the night that Madam was shot?
[chuckling] You can't be serious.
Trust me, it's just as awkward for me to ask you,
but I do have to get a statement from everyone.
I'm not everyone. I'm the mayor.
Yes, so are you suggesting
that because you hold a position of power
that you're above the law?
I'm suggesting that you remember who hires the chief of police.
Your boss.
Threatening my job
versus just answering the question is not a good look.
You know, if I wasn't looking at you as a suspect before,
I am certainly looking at you that way now.
Fine. If you must know...
I was home all night.
Can anyone corroborate that?
I had a companion at the house.
Companion?
Okay, I'm going to need that companion's name
and contact number.
You know this is unnecessary, right?
Don't worry, I'll keep your sexual exploits discreet.
Why don't you leave your judgment for someone else?
I know who you are.
Is that all?
For now.
Thank you.
Nyema.
Detective Davis, you need something?
Actually, yes.
I got a complaint from Kenny Haynes.
-Who's that? -Don't act like
you don't know who that is.
You put his personal information all over the internet.
Oh, you know about that.
Half of Atlanta knows about it.
I am trying so hard to help you.
You know, you could go to jail for that.
I'll happily go to jail for something I believe in.
Damn it, Nyema.
This is detrimental for all of us.
A police department employee doxxing a civilian
is a blemish on the entire department.
Not to mention, if you lose your job again,
there's no coming back.
-But-- -No buts, okay? Take it down.
Take it down now before you ruin your entire career.
Okay. I hear you. I'll take down the posts.
Hm. That's a little light, Doc.
Yeah, right. I made a bag tonight.
I'm just playing with you. This is good.
Here, Dime.
-Thank you, Big D. -Fo' sho'.
Midnight, you're up.
Midnight.
Yo, Night.
What's up, man? Tip out.
We're going to get something to eat, bro.
My bad, y'all.
I just caught up in this video of...
the cops fucking up another brother.
-Damn! -Oh, shit.
But he's already down.
Oh no, this is fucked up.
-Not even moving. -I don't want to see this.
What's in your hand?
-Damn. -Quit reaching!
This is bullshit.
Get down on the ground, now!
Wait, that's...
Oh shit, that's Rayshon!
-What? -Shit.
[gunfire]
After a much anticipated wait,
the reopening of Eden appears to be a success.
Marilyn "Madam" DeVille is back at the top of her game.
Now, Sy, you said something
a bit earlier that really, really stuck with me.
You see, I too have a reputation to uphold.
And my reputation is that I do not allow
for someone to come into my club
and demand money from me for some shit I don't owe.
[chains cranking]
After being found not guilty in court
and surviving an assassination attempt,
she truly is a proverbial phoenix
who rose from the ashes.
I tell you, I do not take kindly to someone injuring my dancers.
Because now, you're fucking with my money.
[chains cranking]
[news reporter] And I have to say,
I saw a lot of happy ladies
leaving the venue tonight.
And with me, I actually have a patron
who agreed to stay behind and talk to us.
So, how did it go?
Ooh, we had a time tonight. We love Madam.
She's such a good woman.
[Sy grunting]
Don't even waste your breath, sweetheart.
See that gag that's in your mouth?
It's not in there to prevent you from breathing
or even from talking.
The gag is in your mouth
to prevent people from hearing you scream.
Say what you want to say about her, but the people have spoken.
Miss DeVille is a highly respected
and beloved member of this community.
Tommy, pass me your knife.
Thank you.
Fucking amateur.
* Yeah, I'm a boss bitch, I call my own shots *
* Get what I want spinnin' around the block *
* I'm a boss bitch, no you can't catch me *
* I don't chase, I attract, I be where the money at *
* Ooh *
* Yeah, I'm a boss bitch, I call my own shots *
* Get what I want *