01x08 - The Ringmaster

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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 sh*t 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 k*lled.
- I need to go.

- And I want you to do it.

- That little b*tch
is a f*cking 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!

- f*ck 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 f*cking name?

- It's Shemika!

- b*tch, tell her
your f*cking name

so she don't have to k*ll 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, b*tch, you better
start f*cking talking,

and talking when, Blue?

- Right now.
- Okay!

What do you wanna know?

- No, b*tch, 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.
b*tch, this is Madam.

What the f*ck she look like
laundering money

for some lowlife street g*ng?

- We have--we have an
informant saying that she was!

- Who's the informant?

- I don't know.
- b*tch!

- Who's the f*cking 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 f*ck
you think you have on me,

but I don't know anyone
from the Black Rock Boys.

So I don't know what the
f*ck 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 sh*t

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 f*ck
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, b*tch, 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?

b*tch, I'm not a
f*cking snitch. No.

- Who is her?

- She calls herself Tandy.

Her real name is
Lily Marie Watson.

Will you help me?

- I'm not a f*cking
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 b*tch
just threaten you?

- I feel like she did.

- No, no! I swear! I swear!

- Then what the
f*ck 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 f*ck 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.

- b*tch...

- 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 f*ck did I just say?
Get the f*ck out! Bye!

- Girl, you don't take
your a*s 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 g*ng?
- Blue.

- They done lost
their f*cking minds!

Should've popped her a*s off

right there for that sh*t,
Madam.

- Blue!
- No, Madam, I'm sorry.

But you--them f*cking th*gs?
f*ck no!

- Can I say something, please?

I run that g*ng.

- 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 d*ck and a*s, 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.

n*gg*s been hitting
it hard lately.

Don't even have enough
room to put all the sh*t.

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 sh*t from me,

we gotta get sh*t 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 sh*t.

She had billions in cash.

That's what the f*ck I want.
Billions.

I'm not doing this sh*t
for a few hundred thousand

and some red bottoms.

I want the bigger
f*cking picture, okay?

I can make this sh*t 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 sh*t?
This the small picture.

I want the big f*cking 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 m*therf*cker

and tell him to come
to my house.

- Sexy?
- Yeah. Sexy.

- I see you still in
that dangerous sh*t.

- I love
the dangerous sh*t.

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
n*gg*s 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
n*gga leave for work first.

And then I'll tell
you when to come.

-Okay.
- A'ight, thanks.

Hey! Ha, ha!

- sh*t.
-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, sh*t.

Most n*gg*s 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 a*s downstairs
and vacuum the floor, then.

- Do that.

- I didn't realize y'all
was such good friends.

Laughing and sh*t.

- Punk a*s.

- Man, I can't stand
that m*therf*cker!

- 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 sh*t back first.

- Listen, that's gonna
be here any minute.

- And I know the m*therf*cker
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.

- n*gga.

- I'm serious!

- Do I look like a fool to you?

- Bill, get the
hell out of my face.

- That's some stupid sh*t.
That's--you made that sh*t up.

- I want my money.
- No, you ain't gettin'--

thinking about getting'
a dime from me, bruh.

Shut your a*s the f*ck 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 c*ck, 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 a*s back
to prison my g*dd*mn 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 sh*t.

- 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, sh*t.

- 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 d*ck 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.

- sh*t.

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.

- n*gga, 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 n*gga don't play.

Now, when her n*gga
and his c*ck brother

come whoopin' that a*s,

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 f*cked-up relationship.

She likes to make him jealous

and then watch him
beat the n*gga's a*s.

- Oh, you playin' with me.

- Nah. Go ahead
with your bad self.

He's gon' whoop
that a*s, 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.

- 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
b*tch 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?

- f*ck you. This n*gga
told me he drugged me.

- n*gga!
- You told me!

- Did you do that sh*t?

- Yeah.
He said he wanted to relax.

- So, you admit it?

- Yeah, but he wanted it.

- Okay.
- Piece of sh*t.

- Let me file this complaint.

n*gga, what the f*ck?

- That's what the f*ck
we do around here!

Make a fist!

- Ah...
- n*gga, make a fist!

Hold it up!

Now, I want you to
beat this n*gga a*s!

I'm not f*ck' asking!

- Hey. Um, that ain't--
that ain't me, man.

- Okay.
- Aah!

- That's for wasting
my f*cking time!

We do sh*t ourselves
around here!

And you?

You better get with
that individual sh*t!

Get the f*ck out and
don't come back here.

You m*therf*ckers making
me burn my macaroni!

- I'll getcha, b*tch.

I'll getcha.

Oh, f*ck.

- 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, sh*t, didn't
you tell me all the sh*t

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 d*ck.

- Excuse me?

- n*gga, 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 d*ck 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 d*ck 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 b*tch out there

unless I have my eyes on her.

- I understand.

- All right. What the
f*ck 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 sh*t.

- 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 sh*t.

-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 sh*t?

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.

- sh**t.

- 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.