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of what's going to happen.
- So this is blackmail?
Previously on "All the Queen's Men"...
- Be careful what you ask for, Amp.
This shit ain't a game.
- You spoke to the police.
-I made a mistake.
- Well, admit you shot him, then.
-I shot him, okay?
- She didn't tell you.
- Tell me what? - That's your baby.
- I want him killed. - I need to go.
- And I want you to do it.
- That little bitch is a fucking cop.
- I think it's about time for us to have a little talk.
- Please!
- So I think we need to have a little talk.
- Please put me down! Please put me down!
- Fuck no.
-No, please! I'm sorry! Please!
- What exactly are we sorry for? Hm?
- Please! Please put me down! Please!
- What is your name?
- Shemika!
- What is your fucking name?
- It's Shemika!
- Bitch, tell her your fucking name
so she don't have to kill you. - I am--
- Ah, ah, ah, before you answer that--
- It's--it's Lola.
- Who exactly is Lola? Hm?
- I'm undercover.
- For who?
- They're coming any second now.
- Are they? - Yeah.
- I ain't see anybody outside.
- They are coming!
- Oh, okay. Well, Blue,
we better go ahead and leave her tied up
and head out before this raid, right?
- No! No, please! Please!
- Well, bitch, you better start fucking talking,
and talking when, Blue?
- Right now. - Okay!
What do you wanna know?
- No, bitch, I ask the questions.
You talk.
- Okay, I'm undercover.
- With who? - GBI.
- Georgia Bureau of Investigations?
- Yeah. - Why?
- They think you're laundering money for the Black Rock Boys.
-You--you think what? - Yes, the Black Rock Boys.
- Black Rock Boys. Bitch, this is Madam.
What the fuck she look like laundering money
for some lowlife street gang?
- We have--we have an informant saying that she was!
- Who's the informant?
- I don't know. - Bitch!
- Who's the fucking informant?
- I don't know! I swear!
- Turn her loose. - Madam...
- Put her down.
- Thank you for your honesty.
- Please call off the hit. That's my husband.
-Oh, honey.
What kind of woman do you think I am?
There's no hit on your husband.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
- Thank you! Thank you!
-Girl, I run a legitimate business, okay?
I don't know what the fuck you think you have on me,
but I don't know anyone from the Black Rock Boys.
So I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
- Okay, okay, well-- -What?
- I wanna make a deal with you.
- A deal? - What she say?
- Let--let me hear this.
Okay, this should be interesting.
- Okay, we've been watching your operations.
- And?
- There's a lot of shady shit
going on around here and around you.
You have a woman that we've really been watching.
Her husband embezzles millions of dollars, and we want her!
- Then why the fuck did you come in here
with this Black Rock Boys story, huh?
- Look, I--I was just-- - Talk!
- I begged them for this assignment, okay?
I'm a rookie.
They didn't think I was cut out for this.
But all my life, I've wanted to be an officer.
- Eh, bitch, you done chose the wrong damn side.
- Don't blow my cover, please! Give her to me.
- Is she--is she-- - Asking me to snitch?
Bitch, I'm not a fucking snitch. No.
- Who is her?
- She calls herself Tandy.
Her real name is Lily Marie Watson.
Will you help me?
- I'm not a fucking snitch, okay?
- No, no. I mean, I-- - What?
- Look, she has a lot of local officials
in her back pocket, okay?
She runs drugs to their sons, lawyers, judges, politicians.
If you help me, I'll let you guys go.
- Let me go?
- Did this bitch just threaten you?
- I feel like she did.
- No, no! I swear! I swear!
- Then what the fuck are you saying?
- Look, the men in my business hate that I'm here, okay?
I need to prove to them that I can do this.
- Well, that's dangerous. - How so?
- Baby, if you don't already know, then I'm not telling you.
- Will you give her to me?
- What the fuck did I just tell you?
- Hear me out.
If you get her to me, I'll get a promotion.
And I'll be sure they leave you alone.
- Bitch...
- It could be good to have the GBI in your back pocket.
I can tell you everything that's going on.
- Get out of here.
- Okay, or I can walk out of here, go back to my office,
and arrest you all for what you have done to me.
- Girl, bye. - Will you consider helping me?
- What the fuck did I just say? Get the fuck out! Bye!
- Girl, you don't take your ass to that door...
- Will you at least untie me?
Wait, please! Please! No, no, please!
- How the hell she gon' think that you be laundering money
for some lowlife street gang? - Blue.
- They done lost their fucking minds!
Should've popped her ass off
right there for that shit, Madam.
- Blue! - No, Madam, I'm sorry.
But you--them fucking thugs? Fuck no!
- Can I say something, please?
I run that gang.
- What? - Mm-hmm.
- You run Black Rock Boys? - Yeah.
Not out in front, but that's my daddy's old crew.
- What? - Yeah.
-Look,
they don't know my father, obviously,
because they're too young. So, I have someone in place.
But all the money comes to me.
- Madam...
- You didn't think I was making all this money
off of dick and ass, did you?
- You did.
- You didn't even tell me.
- Well, now you know.
- All that money that's in here.
- Exactly. It's from them.
Niggas been hitting it hard lately.
Don't even have enough room to put all the shit.
All my banks are maxed out.
That's why I'm trying to open up more businesses, more clubs.
Now that the Concierge family wants more shit from me,
we gotta get shit moving.
- Damn, Madam. - Yeah.
- So you gon' take their money too?
- Look, Blue.
Have you ever heard of Griselda Blanco?
- Nah. - They called her the Godmother.
She was the most ruthless drug queen pin,
before Pablo Escobar and all that shit.
She had billions in cash.
That's what the fuck I want. Billions.
I'm not doing this shit for a few hundred thousand
and some red bottoms.
I want the bigger fucking picture, okay?
I can make this shit happen.
- Madam. - What?
- I just think you got a good thing going here.
- Look, I love my guys, okay? I do.
And we make great money.
But this shit? This the small picture.
I want the big fucking picture.
I'm playing at a whole 'nother level now.
Get with me.
- So you gonna take him up on his offer?
- Call that sexy motherfucker
and tell him to come to my house.
- Sexy? - Yeah. Sexy.
- I see you still in that dangerous shit.
- I love the dangerous shit.
You know that.
- Then what about her? You think she gonna talk?
- Shemika? No.
I saw something in her eyes that I am sure will keep her quiet.
- Mm, and what's that?
- Greed.
- Hey. -What is it?
- I need you to do me a favor tonight.
-What?
- I need you to go to Club Eden.
-That strip club? Oh, hell no.
I ain't giving them niggas my money.
- Girl, I got 200 for you to go. -For real?
- Yeah.
-What you want me to go for?
- Hold on.
I just want you to scope the place out.
-A'ight. You paying, I'm there.
- All right, babe. Hey, come see me.
-On my way. - No, no, no, no, wait.
-A'ight.
- I just gotta make sure this nigga leave for work first.
And then I'll tell you when to come.
-Okay. - A'ight, thanks.
Hey! Ha, ha!
- Shit. -Come on, man!
- Red, you gotta stop asking me to hook you up again.
- Did you hear?
- I told you I would tell you, right?
- You did.
- A'ight. - A'ight.
Don't forget about me. - Red, I'm telling you.
- All right!
- Yo!
- Yes, sir.
- What up, Bill? - What's up?
Your, uh, drug and alcohol test
should be back at any moment.
- Okay.
- Oh, okay?
So you just cool with it, huh?
- I ain't got nothin' to hide. I told you I'm clean.
- He said he clean.
- I ain't hiding nothin'. I am clean.
- Oh, shit.
Most niggas be runnin' around here shaking like a crackhead
when they waitin' on these results.
- Well, I'm not them. - Oh, you different, right?
You clean. Let me tell you what, Amp.
Get your clean ass downstairs and vacuum the floor, then.
- Do that.
- I didn't realize y'all was such good friends.
Laughing and shit.
- Punk ass.
- Man, I can't stand that motherfucker!
- All right, what?
- Because he always just do what Paul say.
He never complains.
- You know, Red, some people are good people.
- I can't believe you sayin' that.
Out of all the people we done seen here?
- Hey, you know, he might be the real one, period.
Get over it.
- Yeah, well, let's wait 'til we get his drug shit back first.
- Listen, that's gonna be here any minute.
- And I know the motherfucker lyin' about dancing.
- Hm. What did she say?
- She goin'. It's costing us 400.
I had to give her 2. - 400?
- Yeah, and I gave her 2. You need to give her 2 too.
- Nigga.
- I'm serious!
- Do I look like a fool to you?
- Bill, get the hell out of my face.
- That's some stupid shit. That's--you made that shit up.
- I want my money. - No, you ain't gettin'--
thinking about getting' a dime from me, bruh.
Shut your ass the fuck up.
- Ms. Tandy. To what do I owe the pleasure?
- Madam, I wanted to talk to you about possibly booking some of
your guys this weekend.
I'm throwing a divorce pool party
for one of my good girlfriends.
I was thinking your dancers
would add to the festivities, you know?
Give it that perfect touch.
- Yes, I do. - Hm.
- I like the way you think.
Well, all of my guys are available on Sunday.
- Sunday. - Mm-hmm.
- Hm. Works for me.
- Okay. How long will you need them for?
Now, there is a four-hour minimum.
But if you guys are having fun and they decide to stay,
that's between you and them.
- Mm, understood.
Four hours will be more than enough.
- So how many do you want? - All of them.
Every single one I've seen dancing here.
- Okay. That's 250 an hour per dancer.
Four-hour minimum, that's 1K. Seven guys, that 7K.
Three for the house, that's 10 plus tips.
- Cash or wire? - Either are fine.
Ms. Tandy, I know I don't have to tell you this,
being the generous spender you are,
but please remind your girlfriends
to take care of my guys.
- Believe me. They'll be well taken care of.
- As always, it's been a pleasure, Ms. Tandy.
- Likewise, Madam. Have a great afternoon.
- You too.
- You get all that? - Already calendered.
- You know I wasn't too sure about you working at that club,
given that you had access to alcohol and all.
-Oh.
- I got the results of your test back.
- Okay.
- You sound pretty sure of yourself.
A little cocky, if you ask me.
- I know what it says already. I'm clean.
I haven't had weed or alcohol in, like, nine years.
- Well, make sure it stays that way.
'Cuz I will drag your ass back to prison my goddamn self,
understood?
- Loud and clear.
- Good job.
- All right, fellas, it's roll call.
- What you got, mama?
- I know you better not be eating all that shit.
- I'm good.
- So fellas, I wanna talk to you about what you guys saw
the other night.
- Yeah, what was that?
- It was a chick. And we call her Trouble.
- Aw, shit.
- Yo, chill with that.
- I'm considering letting her dance with you guys.
- Are you serious? - Yes, I'm serious.
The women loved her.
- So now we gotta compete with her?
- Hey, at least you ain't gotta compare your dick to hers.
- Damn, really? - Yeah, really.
-I'm not asking you guys.
I'm telling you it's happening, okay?
- Okay, so because she's a chick,
do we gotta be nice to her?
- No, not at all. You know I don't do that.
- Okay.
- Treat her exactly how you guys are treated.
- Okay. Here we go.
- Yes. Here we go.
- Shit.
Sorry I'm late.
- You see the way they're lookin' at me? Hm?
It's because you're late. Now, since you're blood,
they think I'm gonna take it easy on you.
- Are they right?
- I'll decide the next time you're late.
- There won't be a next time. I'm sorry. I--
I went ahead and got with Gabriel on the costumes.
- And? - And, um, Fuego.
He ran me through all the dance numbers.
- Good. Don't embarrass the blood.
All right, fellas, let's go make mama some money.
- And Doc?
We still need to talk.
- Not much to say, but--
- Great. I'll hear that a little bit later.
- Okay. - All right.
-- Ladies? -- Yes!
- If you're looking good--
-Yes!
- --and you're feeling good--
-Yes!
- --let me hear you make some noise.
- A'ight.
We gonna slow it down.
We gon' get a little sexy.
We gon' get a little slow.
And most of all, we gonna get nasty.
-Yes!
- Raise a drink.
Get your glasses up.
And give it up.
Welcome the men of Eden!
- Hey.
- What?
- Hey.
- Nigga, why are you talking to me?
- I just wanted to say hi.
- Okay.
- Um...I got a--I got a problem.
- We all got problems, son.
- I wanna--I wanna file a complaint.
- A complaint?
- Yeah. - Okay. Mm.
You want me to go to human resources?
- Yes.
- And what would you like for me to tell them?
- You was right. Um, I think Jay drugged me.
- Aww, did he, now? - Yeah.
- Mm. And how do you know that?
- Because he told me.
- And you wanna file this complaint?
- Okay.
- I--I'm gonna get human resources on its way.
- Oh really? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Tommy?
- Yeah?
- Jay would like to talk to human resources.
- Word.
- Yeah, you wanna file a complaint against Freedom?
- Yeah. - For drugging him.
- Hm. Okay. I can help you with that.
- Oh, great.
- Go back with him in the dressing room
and he'll take care of all of it.
- What, right now? - Right now.
- Okay. Thank you. - Oh, you're welcome, baby.
- I really appreciate this. I like that.
Thank you. -Let's go.
- Right back there. - All right.
- You look ready.
- I'm ready to get all this money.
- Ah, you gotta get through them guys first.
- I got them.
- Don't be so sure. It ain't easy.
- I got it.
- I like your arrogance.
Just be careful.
- I hear you.
Damn. Who is that?
- Now, there's some women you just don't mess with.
- Why?
- Her man is a dope boy and that nigga don't play.
Now, when her nigga and his cockeyed brother
come whoopin' that ass,
don't come tell me I ain't tell you so.
- I'm-- I'm just, you know, going--
why is she lookin' at me like that, then?
- Eh, she gon' give it to you.
- For real? - Yeah, see,
they got, um, this real fucked-up relationship.
She likes to make him jealous
and then watch him beat the nigga's ass.
- Oh, you playin' with me.
- Nah. Go ahead with your bad self.
He's gon' whoop that ass, this guy.
- Did you not warn her about her?
- Now, you know I told her.
- Oh. So she one of them. - What?
- She like to learn the hard way.
- Yeah. - Okay.
- Madam, this is-- - Elisa.
She would like to see Anthony in the VIP room.
- Oh. You like Amp?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Well, that's $100 for the room.
And then the dancer can work out the rest of the money.
- Okay. - Jody, take her back.
- Enjoy.
- What you think that's about?
- No idea, but that bitch is broke.
Look at her shoes.
- You want me to warn him? - Nope.
He has to learn one way or another.
I mean, you know, I can't do everything for him.
- I gotcha.
- So. What happened?
- He--he drugged me. - Say what?
- Fuck you. This nigga told me he drugged me.
- Nigga! - You told me!
- Did you do that shit?
- Yeah. He said he wanted to relax.
- So, you admit it?
- Yeah, but he wanted it.
- Okay. - Piece of shit.
- Let me file this complaint.
Nigga, what the fuck?
- That's what the fuck we do around here!
Make a fist!
- Ah... - Nigga, make a fist!
Hold it up!
Now, I want you to beat this nigga ass!
I'm not fuckin' asking!
- Hey. Um, that ain't-- that ain't me, man.
- Okay. - Aah!
- That's for wasting my fucking time!
We do shit ourselves around here!
And you?
You better get with that individual shit!
Get the fuck out and don't come back here.
You motherfuckers making me burn my macaroni!
- I'll getcha, bitch.
I'll getcha.
Oh, fuck.
- Hi.
- How did I do?
- I wasn't watching.
- Bullshit.
- Okay. I was watching.
- Okay. And?
- You did great.
- Thank you.
- So, apparently, you have a VIP.
- What?
- She wants a private dance.
- Who is she?
- I don't know. She got in the VIP,
so she must have big bucks to be back there.
- Uh...yo, I'm cool on that, all right?
- Why are you cool on that?
- 'Cuz, shit, didn't you tell me all the shit
that goes on back there? So, I'm good.
- Okay, you good, but that doesn't mean you have to do it.
- I know, but, you know, I'm just saying.
- Okay, well, suit yourself.
- What, you think that-- I get it, you think of that--
- Oh, yes, yes, you think I'm gonna judge you? Okay.
- No, no, I'm just--you know, I'm not like them other dudes.
So I just want you to know that. You feel me?
- Okay, go and get your money.
- Are you sure?
- Boy, if you don't go and get your money--I don't own you.
I gotta spin this next record.
But you should change and freshen up
before you go in there.
- I smell pretty.
- Go on-- - And don't think
I don't see that you got that attitude. Bye.
- Bye, go do your thing.
Ladies, this one is for you.
- Hey. - Hey.
- I'm Amp.
- I know you are.
- Oh, okay.
- Wait.
You're nervous.
- Uh, nah. Nah, not at all. Yeah.
- They tell me you new here.
- Yeah, I am. - And I like new blood.
- Okay.
- Let me see your dick.
- Excuse me?
- Nigga, I know you ain't shy. This is a strip club.
- Yeah, it--yeah.
Um, I came here to dance for you, you feel me?
- You can't dance with your dick out?
- Uh...yeah, let me just, you know,
let me work up to it, all right?
- Here. Drink.
- Uh, no, no.
Um, I'm good.
- You don't drink?
- No, I don't.
- You smoke?
- No, I don't smoke.
- Do you take your dick out?
- Yeah, I mean, like I said, let me, you know, work up to it.
- Okay, okay. I see.
- Yeah, see what?
- You a good boy.
Mama can deal with that.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You think?
- Just dance.
- All right.
- I got a hundred if you give me head.
- Uh...um...I'mma just--
I'mma just dance, all right?
Cool.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- Then I only got 20.
- Okay. All right.
Cool.
- Mm!
- Ooh.
-Come in!
- I didn't hear from you last night.
- She stood me up.
- So she didn't call you back?
- No.
- Why do you think that is?
- Maybe it was a setup.
- Maybe.
- I'm sorry.
- Look, we do know we have to find her, right?
- Yeah, I do.
- I don't like an unstable bitch out there
unless I have my eyes on her.
- I understand.
- All right. What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Whatchu talkin' about?
- I'm talking about that look you were giving upstairs.
What's wrong? Hm?
- It's crazy. - What?
- I gotta stop hittin' these chicks.
- What happened?
- Teresa's friend showed me a picture of a baby.
It may be mine.
- Do you think it is?
- It look like me.
- Well, all I'm gonna tell you is find out, okay?
- I got you.
- Look, I have been around a long time, okay?
A kid does not deserve to suffer because of your shit.
- I got you. - Find out.
- I will. I got you. - All right. You can go.
- All right.
Wait. - Hm?
- It's Tina right here.
- Tina? Take it. Put it on speaker.
- Okay.
Yo.
-I'm sorry about last night.
- Look, get off my phone.
-I want to see you.
Please. - Tina--
-Please. It's so lonely here.
- You won't even tell me where you at.
-I'll tell you right after you get off.
- I'm not doing this shit.
-I will text you. I promise.
- I gotta go.
- So, what you think?
- Same old bullshit.
- All right. Well, you keep me posted.
- Okay. - Thank you.
- All right, thank you.
- Thank you, as always.
- You're welcome.
- Hey.
- Uh, uh, .
Ms. Tandy left this for you.
- Word? - Yeah.
- Whoa. I needed this.
Is it the same woman who left Midnight the TV?
- Yeah.
Uh, Madam mentioned to me that you are invited
to do a private party this weekend at Tandyland.
- Yeah, uh...I don't know if I'm gonna go.
- Well, uh, like I said, uh,
those parties can get pretty wild.
I have seen everything from cocaine and condoms
to whips and bondage, so.
- Oh, you mean, like, some escort-type shit?
Yo, if I do go, I'mma just dance.
Get my bread and dip, that's it.
- Okay. - Okay.
I mean, you'll be DJing, right?
- Maybe you can make sure I don't get in any trouble?
Keep an eye on me?
- I'll keep an eye on you.
- Okay.
Yo, question.
- Shoot.
- You ever date any of the guys here?
- I told you, I don't date strippers.
- Oh, hold up, hold up.
First of all, we are not strippers.
We are male exotic dancers, a'ight?
So you put some respect on it.
- Mm-hmm.
- And secondly, that's too bad.
You might just be blocking a blessing.
- Boy, you ain't no blessing.
- Aw, now, you haven't seen that part of me yet.
- Okay, well--
- Well?
- Maybe, just maybe, I can make an exception.
- Okay, well, well, maybe, just maybe, you should.
I mean, for real, dawg, we got some good energy, right?
So I'd like to see you outside of here, you know?
Take you out for a bite to eat or something.
- Are you asking me on a date?
- Nah. I mean, it's just a meal.
We ain't gotta put no labels on it.
- Okay. - Okay.
- I'd like that.
- Good. Me too.
- All right,
it's getting late, so I'mma head out, all right?
- Yep, yep. Okay.
- Yo.
I'm looking forward to our date.
- Good night, Dime.
- Good night.
Okay.
- The next one won't be in the air!
And I'm sure somebody heard that,
so the cops will be here soon.
- Are you okay?
- I'm okay. - You--you sure?
- Yeah.
- Come on, come on, let's get you home.
- Thanks.
- Dime?
- Hey, Madam.
I figured you'd wanna know, Amp got jumped tonight.
- What? -Yeah.
There were three of them.
I don't know who they were.
-Is he okay?
- He'll be all right.
Just a few scratches and scrapes.
- You sure it's nothing serious?
-Yes. I just dropped him off at home just now.
- Okay.
Thanks.
You did right by letting me know.