01x06 - When the Family Feuds

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- You are not
gonna blackmail me.

- You do what I say or I
will f*ck your life up.

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

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

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

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

Kat says there's a detective.

- I'm looking for
Marilyn Deville.

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

- I need to ask you
a couple of questions

about your business partner,
Allen Fisk.

- Really?

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

character the last
time you saw him?

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

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

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

The last time we spoke,

he was pressed about
an urgent business matter.

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

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

- Hm.

Okay.

Well, I guess that's it for now.

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

of some significance,
please give me a call.

- Will do. Davis.
- Thank you.

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

- No, this sh*t ain't.
- What?

Just hit up Kat,
see what she knows.

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

- I agree.
- Madam...

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

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

See if he can help
find Tina's whereabouts.

- Okay.

- And do me a favor.
Get some cameras.

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

I don't know what
the f*ck is going on,

but something does
not feel right.

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

Someone's f*cking
with me, though, Blue.

Seriously.
First it was my father.

Now this sh*t?

Look, somebody is
up to something.

- I'm trying to remain calm.

But we need to figure out
who the f*ck it is...soon.

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

Blue.
- Hm?

- Cameras.
- Done.

- Thank you.

- f*ck.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Blue, I'm telling you right now.

This b*tch better make
sure my father--

- She will. She will.
- She better.

- Okay. Look. We got her.

She doesn't want
no smoke with you.

- All right. She better.

- You look amazing.
- Thank you.

- And well, sh*t,
how the f*ck I look?

- You look like Blue.
-Really?

- Yes.

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

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

with some custom pieces.

- Whatever, man.

Kat like me just
the way that I am.

I bet that b*tch do.

No, I'm serious, though.

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

- I do!
- Ah...

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

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

Do you not wanna
talk about this?

- Okay, I got it. I got it!

- What?
- How's your love life?

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

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

You ain't gonna
leave me in the dark!

- I'm not leaving
you in the dark.

You just don't need
to know everything.

- Oh sh*t, you don't
tell me everything?

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

- Okay. Tell me something
I need to know.

- Oh, what's that?

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

- Look, Blue, not
right now, okay?

- Madam, that sh*t is crazy.

- Blue! I got this, okay?

I don't wanna hear
about it again.

- Can we go?
- Yeah.

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

if this f*cking judge
doesn't make sure my--

-I got it.
I said I got it.

- All right, I'm trusting you.
You better have that sh*t.

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

- What the hell you doin'?

- n*gga, don't you
know how to knock?

- I did!

- Damn. You f*cking wait.

- You know what? I'm sorry.

- Stop.
- I'm sorry!

- Yeah, you always sorry, n*gga.

- You thinkin'
'bout dancing, bruh?

- No.

- Amp.
- What?

- Come on, you can tell me.

The money they
make in that place?

- f*ck it, all right.
I'm just thinking about it.

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

- Well, it looks youse
was doing a lot more

than just thinking about it.

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

- Go in that g*dd*mn bathroom.
Go on with that bullshit, man!

f*ck! There's only so much...

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Look who's here on time!

- Yeah. Where's Madam?

- She's in the ladies' room.

- Hm. Yeah.

Why does she want me here?

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

- Okay. So let this play out.

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

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

- I know.

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

- You told her?
- No.

But trust and believe
she knows everything.

She probably just waiting
for you to say something.

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

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

- For what?

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

- What exactly are you saying?

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

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

Madam don't even know
that whole story.

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

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

- Hey.
- Hey. You trust me?

- Of course.
- All right.

Hey, Ms. Patty.
- Hey.

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

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

Shall we go in?
- Yes, please.

- We'd like to
submit exhibit A4.

It states in a police report
that he was left unattended

and wandered off.

- That's not what happened.

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

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

- Thank you, Your Honor.

You also have four affidavits
from the elder Ms. Deville

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

- What do you have
to say for yourself?

- That's not true.
I was out.

-Out where?

- I went to the store for him.

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

- I was only gone for a minute.

You know, she has somebody
watching my house.

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

somebody has come in
there, opened my door.

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

- Him! No, he was there!

Your Honor,
he came to the house

the same day my daddy
disappeared.

- And where were you
the day he disappeared?

- I was at the store.

- How many times do
you go to the store?

- He eats a lot.

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

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

Ms. Marilyn Deville is granted
guardianship over her father.

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

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

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

Your Honor, she
runs a strip club.

She does all kinds
of ill*gal sh*t.

- Enough. Bailiff,
get her out of here.

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

- Look, get out.

- You know what?
You're a b*tch!

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

- She is a b*tch!

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

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

-All rise!

- You really keeping
this bullshit up, huh?

- What are you talking about?

- Coming in here all
times of the night.

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

- Oh, you call that sh*t a job?

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

- You told me to
get a job, right?

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

- Yeah? Okay, well, um...

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

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

- Get your a*s out of here
and get over there then.

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

- No, sir. Not at all.
- Get the f*ck outta my face!

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

- I'm good, bro!

- Hey. Bill.

- What the f*ck you want?
- I saw him up there dancing.

- He thinkin' about doing it?

- Well, amateur night
a couple nights a week.

And online, they
say it's tonight.

- You find any money up there?
- Nah.

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

- I know it.

- Let me know if you
find out anything.

- I can, but...
- What?

- We need to get it all, Bill.

- What the f*ck is you saying?

- Look, don't act like we ain't
set a bunch of these n*gg*s up

to get paid.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Don't talk so damn loud.

I can send your a*s back.

- And then you gonna
be my cellmate, n*gga.

- Your a*s done been
here over two months now.

It's time for you to go.

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

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

Now he doin' five to ten.

- n*gga, will you
shut the f*ck up?

Talkin' so much.

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

- What?
- Club Eden.

I dropped him off up there.

- Yeah, I heard
about that place.

- Money in that parking
lot could set us straight.

- Is it that much?
- It is.

And we can pin it on him.

- You're an evil
lil' son of a b*tch, huh?

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

- Let me get out of here.

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

- It better be big.
- It is!

- Okay.
-I'm tellin' you!

- Okay.

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

- In what?

- Yeah, I saw you in that club.

You're in this.

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

- And you?

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

She's in love with
one of my dancers.

It's actually the dancer

that you have been
blackmailing, Judge.

- MS.Wait, what?
Blackmailing?

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

Yeah, more than you, Patty.

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

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

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

No. I like wreaking chaos.

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

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

- Are you threatening her?

- Little things can
mean very big things!

And you gonna need me, honey.

- Great.
'Cuz I will always have you.

- You think.
- I know.

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

- Now, Judge, you seem
menopausal,

so please calm down, okay?

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

an enemy that I enjoy.

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

Now, um, if you'll excuse me,

as you know,
I have a club to run.

But, rest assured,
you are always welcome.

Always! Come on down.

Get some d*ck.

It'll be waiting.

- Get out.

Ooh! Girl, she mad.

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

And thank you very much.

- Madam?
- Thank you, Ms. Patty.

- f*ck!

- You ain't sh*t.

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

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

The one you
couldn't take care of?

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

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

- Girl, it will be
first class, okay?

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

- What the f*ck is
there to believe, huh?

You wanted him for a check.

Now get the f*ck out my face.
Bye.

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

b*tch.
- You might wanna go.

- There's a lot of people
in these streets

that hate your a*s.

All right. What you doin'?

Gettin' on my f*ck' nerves.

- Oh, I've been looking
forward to this sh*t.

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

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

- You all right?
- Let's go!

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

- We're gonna
see you at the club?

- I didn't know
she was blackmailing you.

Look, I'm so sorry.

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

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

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

- Hey.

- You got to be
f*cking kidding me.

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

- I don't know what happened.

- n*gga, get the f*ck out!
- No, look, I was--

- You was what?
You gettin' high?

You doing X?

- Look, all
I had was one drink.

- n*gga, you trying
to say we drugged you?

- No!

- You got your drink
from the bar, right?

- No.

- Where'd you get it from?

- Freedom gave it to me.

- n*gga, what?
- Yeah, Freedom gave it to me.

- All right, let
me hear this story.

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

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

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

And he told me it
would help me relax.

So I drank it.
- n*gga...

Mm.
- What?

- You got drugged.
- What?

- Is you stupid or something?

- No. I just don't understand.

- Well, n*gga, that's the
same thing as being stupid.

- What?

- Look. If you gonna
be in this business,

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

Now you competition.
This business is cut throat.

- What? What?

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

I'mma use this damn g*n.

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

I'm sorry.

- Don't be sorry.
Just be careful.

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

- Man...
- Think about it.

It was the only thing you had.

And who gave it to you?

- He really did that.
- Uh-huh.

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

All right? Unless...

- Unless what?
- Unless you f*ck' with me.

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

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

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

If Madam finds out, you done.

- Thank you.
Thank you so much.

- Get the f*ck out my face.

-Thank you!
I really appreciate this.

- Yo! Look who's back.

Yo, what the hell happened
to you last night?

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

- Really?
- Yeah!

- Did you drink any water?

- No.
- Ah.

That's what happened.

- What are you saying?

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

- n*gga, you drugged me.
- No, I didn't.

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

- I don't know what you mean.

- Stay the
f*ck away from me.

You got me?
- I got you.

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

- You heard me?
- Yes, sir!

- f*ck off.

- Now, ladies,
this next performer

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

Grown enough to know
what he's doing.

Young enough to get the
m*therf*cking job done.

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

Babyface!

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

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

- Yo, that dude is
really good out there.

- We all are.

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

- n*gga. You gotta relax.
-Yes.

- I went over everything
with you already, okay?

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

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

- Man, what you think you doin'?
"Defuthing" a b*mb?

- He said "defusing a b*mb."
He has a lisp.

- Is this m*therf*cker who
trying to fake a Latin accent

talkin' about the way I talk?

- Damn, that was really good.

- Bro, ain't nothing funny.

- And my lisp is sexy, okay?

- Somebody told him
that sh*t before

and now he believe that sh*t
for real.

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

- Dude over here about
to sweat damn b*ll*ts

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

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

Is this good to wear?

- These sweats?
- Yeah.

- This is what you wearing?

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

That ain't it, chief.

- Come on, bruh, at least...

throw on these shorts.
Here, there you go.

- Wear these?
- Yeah. Shorts.

- All right. Yo, thanks.
- Yeah.

Oh, he about to bust
his f*cking a*s.

- No, come on.
- No, man.

He gonna be all right, man.

- Yo, I gotta go see this.

- Come in.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Your nephew's about to go up.

- Okay.

What? I'm not gonna watch.

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

- A kid?
- Mm-hmm.

She says her name is Shemika?

- What the f*ck
is she doing here?

- Is this the kid
you helping out?

- Yeah.

- You want me to
tell her to go home?

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

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

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

- Okay.
- All right.

- Hi, ladies!

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

It is ladies' night up in Eden.

Y'all ready to see some sh*t?

Go ahead. Let me see you.

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

-Come on!

- Come on!

- Yo!

- Yup! Yup! Yup!

Okay, trick.

Okay, kickstand!

Wow! Yeah.

-Wow!

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

Break it up. Yes, okay.

Uh-huh. Back it up.

f*ck it up, f*ck it up.
Bring it up.

Hey, okay, cut the music.

Y'all back in your places.

Back to your corners!

Damn! Y'all heard me.

Gather all your coins.

Y'all get your
money, pick it up.

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

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

I have something
special for you.

- Give it up for Amp!

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

- Shemika!
- I'm sorry.

- Look, it is late, okay?

You have to go to
school tomorrow.

You can't just stop by.

- I'm sorry.

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

- Nothing. Can I come in?

- No. Baby,
you are underage, okay?

I could lose my license.

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

- Look, you are not
causing trouble, okay?

You're not.

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

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

Nothing. I'm fine.

- Are your foster parents
treating you right?

- Yeah.
- Are you sure?

- Yes.

- Okay.
You have to go home, okay?

Call me tomorrow when
you get out of school.

Here, let me give
you some money.

I'm gonna get you a ride, okay?

- No, no, it's okay.

- Well, how will you get home?

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

- I'll be all right.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

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

- Okay.
- All right.

- She all right?

- No. Look, do me a favor.

Follow her home, okay?
Something is going on.

- Mm. What you think it is?

- I don't know.

But I do know she
never wants to go home.

- So...
- Exactly.

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

- Oh, damn.

- Look, if he is, you call me.

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

Call me and wait, okay?

- I'm on it.
- All right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

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

- What's up?

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

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

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

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

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

- Really? Thank you.

Uh, you know, that practice
session really helped.

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

- Maybe.

- All right.

- Okay.

- Yeah, all right,
see you later.

- Bye.

- Hi, Blue, what's up?

- You ain't gonna
believe this sh*t.

- What?
- You were dead on.

- Is it happening right now?

- Right f*cking now.
- Send me the address.

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

- So I just text you an address.

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

Now, do it quietly, okay?

There will be other people
in the house

and I do not want them to hear.

- Got you.
- Blue is already there.

- Okay.

- Bring that m*therf*cker
to my office.

- Gotcha.

- Thank you, Fuego.
- Yes, Madam.

- Hey, Face.
- Hey.

- Keep yours.
- What?

- Yeah. Keep it.

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

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

- No problem.
- I appreciate you.

My daddy means the world to me.

- I understand.
Did you end up moving him?

- Yeah. Done.

I had a transfer
waiting at the house.

- That's great.
-Mm-hmm.

But thank you, again.
- Absolutely.

- All right, have a good night.

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

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

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

- Damn!
- No, it's okay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't goin' down for this.

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

- All right.

- We just need to
find the problem...

and eliminate it.

- Got it. See you tomorrow.

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

- Why do they keep
their money so messy?

- Hey.

How did you like it?

- It was crazy.

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

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

- I heard
them screaming for you.

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

That would be weird.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

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

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

- Okay.
- All right.

Oh, sh*t, uh, I need
to tip out, right?

- No. The amateurs
don't tip out.

They usually
don't make enough.

- Oh. Okay. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

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

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

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

-I got you.
- Thank you.

-I know how you like it.

Yeah.
I told you. You know?

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

- Yeah. I see.

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

- Yeah. Easy money.

- Yeah. But it's crazy.

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

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

- Yeah. Yo, um, thank you.

- For what?

- You know, for being
my model up there.

- Excuse me?

- Man, I
was just--you know,

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

- Okay, no, sir.

You were looking at
the chicks with the cash.

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Okay. Fine. Good night.

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

- Good night.

- Good night.
- You need a ride?

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

- Okay.

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

All right?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Good night.

- Sit your a*s down.

- What the hell?

- You told me to
get him out of bed.

This how the n*gga sleep.
- Did she see you?

- Nope.

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

- You know what?

You exactly the kind of
m*therf*cker I can't stand.

You gonna die, you know that?

-What did I do?
Who are you people?

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

-What are
you talking about?

- Shemika!
- Who is Shemika?

- Please let me k*ll
this m*therf*cker,

sh**t his d*ck straight off.

-I don't know,
who is Shemika?

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

-I don't have
a foster child.

- Then who was
the 17-year-old girl

you were f*cking tonight,
huh? Hm?

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

What is going on?