-Ugh, I gotta get my hair done.
Who the hell do I think I am?
Did I pay the gas bill? Shit.
These motherfuckers better not be stealing from me.
What time is it? Fuck!
You supposed to be a bad bitch?
You ain't shit.
Where's that damn watch?
I cannot believe my daddy has Alzheimer's.
I'm gonna whip my sister's ass if she ain't taking care of him.
This is some bullshit. I'm not sick.
I'm not taking these pills and shit.
I'm stressed, okay? Who the hell are you?
I'm stressed. I'm you.
You ain't me. You used to be me.
I've gotta call Blue. Where's Dime?
I need a dog.
Who gonna clean up after that motherfucker?
I wonder if I could kill my sister.
I'm stressed. You strut your shit.
You are James Deville's daughter, and don't you
let these motherfuckers forget it.
Hello?
-Hey, Auntie. I'm out.
Oh, oh, yeah, daddy!
Oh, oh! Mm! Mm! - That's my pussy.
-Yes, yes, yes!
Oh, mm!
Oh, yes, oh!
Mm, mm, mm...
- Allen is here. Ooh!
- Oh, shit, Allen is here!
- Shit! I'm gonna fuck him.
- Doc, don't do this. It's my husband. Hurry up.
- All right. It's some bullshit.
- Hurry up! Go. - All right.
- Hurry up!
- Go, go, go, go, go.
-It's some bullshit, girl.
- Hey.
- Baby.
I thought you went to Detroit for the day.
- Got postponed.
- Yeah. Okay.
- Where are you going?
- I need to shower.
- Well, before you do that--
- So you had him park around the corner, huh?
Get your ass over here.
Let me go.
- You gonna tell me who he is right fucking now!
Tell me who he is, bitch! Tell me who he is!
You gonna tell me who he is.
That's what you want? That's what the fuck you want?
You gonna tell me who he is!
Who is it? Who is it?
- Please.
- Auntie.
My bad. Madam.
- Throw that shit in the car. Let's go.
Use this.
Your phone from '09 will not work.
- Thanks.
- And thank you for picking me up.
-No problem. - No, for real, thank you.
You're the only family that hasn't disowned me.
- So, 60 days in a halfway house and you're free.
- Yeah, um, I just gotta find a job and stack some money.
- You can always work the door at the club.
- No. Uh, thanks. Uh, I'll find something.
- All right, well, if not, let me know.
- Cool I do need a favor, though.
- Shoot. - Can we make a quick stop
before I check in to the halfway house?
What's the address?
-Thanks.
- Mr. Brown, where is your attorney?
- I don't have one, Your Honor.
- Well, that's not good. Can you not afford one?
- No, ma'am. - He's lying.
- Instruct your client to be quiet, please.
- You need to be quiet. - I got you.
-Let's hear it.
- Your Honor, Mr. Brown
is working at a strip club called Eden.
He is an exotic dancer and makes thousands of dollars a night.
- Is that true? - No, ma'am.
I make about $1,000 a week. And I pay her all that I can.
- Ask him what kind of car he drives.
- Young lady-- -Just ask him.
He's lying! - Enough!
Mr. Brown, I wanna see your tax returns or I'm locking you up.
You have seven days to provide them to this court--
- Seven days?
---or you will be dancing behind bars.
-Oh, he gets seven days--
- Quiet! Next case. -That's some bullshit!
-Mrs. Ellis! - Yes?
-Mrs. Ellis, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for--
- Hell, no. You don't get to apologize.
You get the hell out of here right now. Leave!
-And I don't give a shit, Roman.
I want my--
What the fuck!?
- I've been waiting ten years for this.
Turn around!
I wanna look in your face when I shoot you.
You got some nerve coming around here.
You know what you put my family through?
Do you?
- Don't do it.
-No. No, Terry, no.
No, if you do this, they'll lock you up for life,
and I can't lose you too.
Baby...
- Come on. Get--get in the car.
What the fuck was that about, huh?
- I was trying to apologize!
- What? That was the mom?
- And her brother.
- You gotta give me a head's up
the next time you gonna do some stupid shit like that.
Yo, you almost got yourself killed.
- Yes, Madam.
- You should have let Ms. Patty represent you.
- Man, if she had come down here
and known I got a eight-month-old,
she would cut me off.
- Wait, she taking care of you like that?
- Come on, man.
You got somebody taking care of you.
- Not like that.
Hey, nigga, you know you ain't got no tax returns.
Just break her off.
- Break her--look, every time I go over there,
she wearing new shit,
and my baby running around in diapers with no shirt.
She ain't doing shit with the money.
Fuck her. I'm not doing it. I'm telling you.
- Okay, but look, if the judge sends Madam some shit saying
she needs to dock your pay, she gonna be pissed.
She don't like them white folks in her business.
Nigga, you better know what you doin'.
- Nigga, I said I got it. Worry about your shit.
- I got mine covered.
- Uh-uh.
After that shit you just pulled, no.
Stay your ass in the car.
- Yes, ma'am. - Give me that.
- I'm sorry. - Thank you.
-Hello?
Hello, Carla?
- Hey, Daddy.
- Carla?
Carla, where you at?
Carla?
Girl, where are you at?
Carla?
- Carla! Where are you?
Carla, where the fuck are you?
How you doin'?
I brought you some banana pudding from the restaurant.
What the fuck?
Where is this fucking girl?
I'm sorry, Daddy, hold on.
- Carla, where the fuck are you?
- Amp, I need you. -Yes, ma'am.
- Hey, what's up? - Hey, come here.
She left him like this.
- Damn.
- Look, I need you to help me get him cleaned up, okay?
- Yeah, I got you.
- I can't do this shit. -Hey.
- Can't do this shit-- - Hey, hey.
I got you, okay?
Hey, Grandpa.
- They left the birds in the air!
-They did?
-I saw them!
- Is that right?
All right, Grandpa, you gotta let me go get you showered, hey?
Okay? I'm gonna move you real slow, okay?
I got you. It's okay.
Alrighty. How you been?
All right, I'm just gonna take you in back here.
All right.
- You gotta start using condoms.
- Damn. Right out the gate?
And, yes, I do.
Just...sometimes.
- Well, if you did, you wouldn't be seeing me so often.
We've gone over this.
- Doc, I'm not here for that today.
- Okay, what is it?
- Look at this dark spot on my shaft.
What is this? Is this a STD?
- No. There is a medical term for it, but I'll spare you.
Basically, this part of your penis is dying off.
- What the fuck?
- There is a danger in getting it erect and using cock rings.
It's like you're tying it with a tourniquet.
You're tying it off with all the blood in it
and then there's no circulation.
I can even now see that you've done it just now.
So, you gotta stop doing that.
- Doc, I can't go out there half beef.
I'm a grower.
- Well, then you're gonna lose your penis.
- Look, this is my job, my money.
I can't lose my dick.
- You gotta stop coming to me asking me for help
and then not following my advice.
- Then you need to give me some better advice.
- Okay, if you stop doing that, then maybe blood will go back
to the region and you will start to heal.
But as long as you're doing that, it cannot be helped.
I'm sorry. It's the truth.
- All right, Doc. Okay.
- Fuck!
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey, come on, let's--let's--
- Come on, come on.
It's okay, come on. It's okay, it's okay.
Why the fuck would she leave him like this?
- He's all clean. He's all clean. Okay?
- Where the fuck is she?
- Thank you.
What the fuck, Carla?
Why would you leave Daddy here by himself,
sitting in his own shit?
- Who the fuck are you talking to like that?
- You!
- Have you been smoking in here?
- Smoke? Bitch, you worried about smoke
and you got my daddy in here smelling like this?
- How about you get out?
And then I don't have to smell smoke
and you don't have to smell shit?
- Carla. Okay, if you leave him in here like this again,
I'm calling the police, okay?
- Call the police.
I'm sure they would love to hear about
all the illegal stuff that you've got going on.
Huh? How about that?
- Look, Carla, look.
Just, please, can you let me put him in a home?
- No. You're not putting him in a home, point made, period.
- Carla, he needs 24-hour care! Listen to me!
- No, you listen to me!
You just can't stand that I have power of attorney
over Daddy and the restaurant! - So what is it? What is it?
Is it money? Is that what you want? Money?
I will give you whatever you want, Carla.
Let me put him in a home.
- Why are you worried about it? You've got money, don't you?
- I do! That's why I wanna put him in a fucking home!
- Look, it ain't about the money.
- Then what is it about, huh? Huh?
- You think I want your filthy money?
Huh? That's what you think? I don't want your money.
- Carla-- - So what?
I could end up like Daddy?
You know, you're part of the reason that he like this anyway.
- How the fuck am I the reason Daddy has dementia?
Hm?
- I'm not talking about the dementia.
I'm talking about you getting him shot.
- Look, that was a long fucking time ago.
- How long is long enough to forget about being shot?
Huh?
- Carla, this is my daddy too.
- Bitch, please! - Yo, hey, come on--
- No, no, no, no, wait a minute.
What the hell did you bring him up in here for anyway?
After what he did?
You need to get the fuck out, too!
You motherfucking murderer!
- Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh. Chill the fuck out.
- I'mma go.
- No, you not going. You stay right here.
Look--
-Madam, can we just go?
- Ah! Madam!
Madam, that's what they call you now?
Madam. Huh. Some bullshit.
It's just a matter of time before they gonna find
your ass somewhere dead.
'Cause all the illegal shit you got going on,
you down at that club, screwing all them men.
Ha! That's rich!
You gonna go straight to hell.
-Carla-- - And I can't wait.
I cannot wait, bitch!
- Look, I know you're my sister--
- Half sister.
- But if I come back here, Carla--
-What?
- --and my daddy is sitting in his own shit--
- Come on, please. - I'm gonna fuck that half up.
Know that!
- Get your fucking hands off me!
- Come on.
You's a trifling, nasty-ass bitch, you know that.
- Come on, let's go. - Here you go.
- Don't bring your ass back here.
Smoke in my damn house. What kind of shit is that?
Talking about smelling some shit.
-- Who's that? -- Aw, fuck.
- No.
- One day you're gonna let me dance here.
- My ladies like the men, okay?
- Oh! Your ladies will like me, trust me.
- I'm sure they would. - Then let me dance!
- The answer is no, okay? No. Come on, Amp.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Shit!
- Wow, whoa, you've really upgraded.
- Yeah. I'm doing all right.
- Yeah. - Hey, Dime?
- Hi. New dancer?
- No. This is my nephew. - Oh.
- Look, I need to get my shit together.
Do me a favor.
Run him down to the halfway house.
That's the address. - Okay.
- And then hurry back, okay? Get the place open.
- Sure. Your suit is over there.
- Over there. Why is it not in my office?
- Uh, I didn't have a chance to drop it off. My apologies.
- All right, bring it in there before you leave.
- Okay. - Thank you.
-See you later.
-See you later, baby boy.
- Oh. Thank you.
For everything. For real.
- You're welcome.
And I will see your face later.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Come on.
I gotta get back before the club opens.
- Yeah.
- Let's go. - Okay.
-It's right there.
- You do know have that we have navigation.
- I'm sorry. My bad. Yeah.
- And here is your halfway house.
- Yeah.
So, are you gonna ask why I'm here?
- No. Not my business.
I hope whatever the reason is, you learned your lesson.
- Yeah. I did. A thousand times over.
- Then that's all that matters.
- Yeah.
Uh...yo, do you work at the club?
- I'm the DJ. And Madam's assistant.
Kind of like a manager.
You gonna be working there?
- Uh, no, nah. I, uh...
I'mma get something of my own doing something else.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Why you say it like that?
- Well, halfway house, I assume jail.
And so it's gonna be hard to find a decent job.
- Yeah. I was in jail, but...
yeah, I don't wanna be out around the alcohol
and all the craziness, feel me?
- Hm. - My granddad,
he owned the club, I grew up around it.
And I believe that's... probably why
I'm in the mess that I'm in, so, yeah.
- Sure.
- Yeah, um, thank you for the ride.
- Yeah. You're welcome.
- Drive safe.
- Shit, Madam.
You gotta tell me when you're walkin' up in here.
- Sorry.
- Madam? -Oh, yeah?
- We got to get this money out of the club.
- Look, I know, okay?
- You can't keep leaving this money here overnight.
- It's fine, Blue. Chill.
- Now you know I don't trust these motherfuckers. Hm?
- What I do know is that if some shit pops off, you got my back.
So we good.
- You know I would kill every last motherfucker there is.
- That's for sure.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
- You look stressed out as hell.
Let me guess. Your sister and your daddy.
- Look, Blue, I need a lawyer.
- What's wrong with Marcus? - No, I need someone, um--
someone that does family law.
Doesn't Ms. Patty do that?
You don't want to use her.
- Why not?
- You want a lawyer that drives a Prius
and takes care of Babyface?
- I want someone that can help. That's what I want.
I hear she's good, so...
- All right.
I'll see if Ms. Patty's coming tonight.
- Thank you.
-And Madam?
We gonna get this money out of here tomorrow.
- Got it. Thank you!
- Yo. -Hey.
- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah.
-Did he know?
-No, no.
-Come on. You sure?
-No, he--he didn't.
-Okay.
-You coming by later tonight?
-It'll be late when I get off work.
-That's okay.
I'll leave the key on the left side, on the left tire.
-Okay, I'll see you then.
I'm late. -Okay.
-Let me get in here.
- You fucking a dude that works at my club?
That bitch is gonna sell this club.
I'll be as cool as I can about this.
She gonna see.
You do this shit to me...
I'm gonna tear this whole bitch down.
- Fuck.
- All right, fellas. It's roll call.
- Madam. - El Fuego.
Come on, papi, you know the drill.
- I know. I just like when you call me papi.
Te gusta, Madam?
- What is that smell?
Really, Babyface?
So what, you gonna go out there
smelling like a peppermint again?
I had a customer complain last week.
Said she couldn't feel her tongue
after you gave her a lap dance.
- She was licking my leg.
- Glad you could join us, Doc.
Look, you know the rules.
I don't play that late shit. - Yes, ma'am.
- You have your ass here on time or not at all, are we clear?
- Crystal.
- Hey, Midnight.
- Madam...
- All right, fellas. It's game time.
All the elite clients are at their usual tables.
Show 'em some love.
And let's have a great night.
- Hey, are you all set?
- Playlist locked in, lineup set, photobooth prepped,
and the pleasantries are restocked.
- This promotion suits you.
- Thanks for the raise.
I got some plans for that extra cash.
- You earned it.
-Put your seatbelts on, ladies.
The show is about to be begin.
-Ladies, give it up one more time
for these sexy Atlanta hotties!
And yes, ladies, we do take all major credit cards.
All right, ladies! Gather your coins.
Our lovely bottle girls
will be coming around to take your order.
Two-drink minimum, please! Yeah, y'all heard me.
-Get ready for the sexiest, the finest,
the longest, strongest stud that you'll ever see.
Welcome Doc to the stage!
- NE-Okay, now here's what I want you to do.
I want you to look me right in my eyes.
And I want you to tell me exactly
what you want me to do to you.
You ready?
- Allen's outside.
Says he needs to have a word with you.
You know he still won't come in here?
- No. I think seeing Midnight dancing naked traumatized him.
I'll go see what he wants.
Be right back.
- Madam.
Lovely to see you. - Allen.
- We got an offer on Club Eden.
- I'm not interested.
- I haven't even told you the number yet.
- My club is not for sale, Allen.
- Ah, our club.
Might I remind you we have a 51/49 split, Madam.
Meaning, I can and will
entertain any reasonable offer.
Hey, hey, hey, nothing personal. It's just business.
- Club Eden is mine.
Don't fuck with me, Fisk.
- Madam, they're offering double what we paid for this building.
- Who's they? Hm?
- Gene.
- Gene Marks? My old boss?
Over my dead body, no.
- It's a good deal, Madam.
- For who? Hm?
- What did he say? - Nothing.
The motherfucker lost his mind.
Think I'm selling my club.
That's crazy. - Fuck no.
You worked too goddamn hard to get here.
- I know.
- He just mad because Doc is fucking his wife.
- What? - Yeah.
- Does he know?
- No, you know you'd fuck him up.
- No, he don't know Doc.
He don't come around here enough to know him.
- Mm. - You know what?
- Hey, Tina, it's Madam. -Yeah?
- I'm gonna ask you this one time and then I'm gonna send
someone to pay you a visit.
-Please don't.
- Does Allen know you're fucking Doc?
Answer me, bitch.
-Yes.
- When did he find out?
-Today.
He wants me to get him to come over after work.
- Where? To your house?
-Yeah.
- All right.
- How's it going?
- There's Ms. Patty.
Is that who you want to represent you?
- Chill, okay?
I haven't even talked to her yet.
- Okay.
- Hey, Ms. Patty. - Hey!
- Can we share Babyface tonight with someone else?
- Aww, okay. - Please. Thank you.
Come here, Face.
So there's someone in VIP asking for you.
Go get the money for the house. She's got on a hell of a rock.
- I got you. - Thank you.
- Oh, and I heard that Roman is in the parking lot.
- Is he in the parking lot right now?
- Yeah. - Thank you.
Go get that money.
- You wanted to see me?
- Midnight, do you remember
a promoter I told you about, Roman?
The one that's been dodging me? - Yeah.
- Well, right now, he is over at Club Drip
buying bottles and tables.
He owes me $50,000.
- Yeah, let me go have a conversation with him.
- Mm-mm.
I can handle it.
I do want you and Blue to come over there with me, though.
- Hm. I get to watch. Okay.
- Hey, there.
- Mm, hm-hm.
I was down there.
It looked like a lot more than a thousand dollars a week to me.
- Ah, shit!
- Now, let me tell you how this is gonna go.
If I don't like what you giving...
your ass going to jail.
- Damn.
- Now get on your knees.
- Where's my fucking money, huh?
- What the fuck?
- You've been dodging me, Roman.
Haven't been answering my calls.
Apparently you think I'm the kind of bitch
you can get around to getting back to.
- Please, Madam--
- Don't you fucking bleed on me.
If I have to come back and have another conversation,
Roman, this shit gonna feel like a massage.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
- Hey, Doc, come here.
What do you have planned for the evening?
- Nothing really. Um, I'm tired.
I'mma just go home and just lay low.
- Okay. - All right.
- Yo, Fuego, I'm headed over to do a private party tonight
Madam set up. You wanna roll?
- Tonight? - Yeah, a grand plus tips.
Brah made three stacks last time.
- You've gotta hump them chicks for that kind of cash?
- Meh, they just wanna be held.
Naked.
- No, thanks. I'm good.
- More money for me.
- Yo, why is it so dark in here?
- 'Cause you're 'bout to die, motherfucker.
- Oh, shit!
- No, nigga, that would be you.
- Fuck.