04x05 - Family Ties

[bunniefuu]

[ominous music]

It's the wrong f*ck' shirt.

[Babyface] Previously on
All the Queen's Men.

You're gonna play dumb and
pretend that

you're not in bed with Madam?

She does have a lot of
connections in the community.

I can make a statement
around here.

I have more important uses
for your skills.

Here.

Hope that gives you and Sandra's
family

the closure y'all need.

- But you can't get in with this.
- It's just a flashlight.

Whoa!

You run into any problems,
Tommy?

No, Madam, everything went
according to plan.

My name is Raphael Damascus.

You no longer have access

or authorization to enter
the premises.

[Dime] And who the f*ck are you?

That's my mother.

Oh, your mom?

Oh my God.

Don't worry about it, honey.

The, the place isn't usually
this messy, we were just...

- I, I...
- [Toni] I, I see that.

Dime, please don't apologize to
her.

Amp, please, don't be like this.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

You lost the ability to tell me
how to be

the day that you disowned me.

Amp, I am sorry.

I don't need no sorrys.

No.

And I, I actually don't need you
in my house, excuse me.

Go.

Babe, Amp, maybe just listen
to her...

Please, hey,
please stay out of this.

- Oh, man...
- [Amp] Leave.

Thank you.

[somber music]

Dime...

[Dime sighing]

Thanks.

[somber music]

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ They know not to play with me,
They know I get it started ♪

♪ Ask me will I take it easy,
Told em' that it's harder ♪

♪ Ask me will I quit, oh no,
Sir, I beg your pardon ♪

♪ They're saying
that it's light ♪

♪ But I turn this b*tch
to darkness ♪

♪ [The sun] It go up,
We don't play around ♪

♪ I won't play 'bout
my dinero, dinero ♪

♪ Got some gangstas in
the cut now, cut now ♪

♪ And they doin' what I say,
so... ♪

[flute music]
[thunder rumbling]

[dramatic trap beat]

[ominous music]

[suspenseful music]

[ominous music]
[police sirens wailing]

[apprehensive music]

Williams.

I'm having these dreams again.

I need the number of the doctor
you talked about.

[laidback R&B music]

What's the status on
Dr. Fong and my prescription?

Nothing's changed, Madam.

But the pharmacy did give you
a bridge prescription

that should hold you over
for a minute.

[customers murmuring]

I need a new doctor, Tommy.

[serious music]

I mean, since Dr. Fong
has proven

that he is no longer useful,

he is no longer necessary.

So, you can feel free and do
whatever you want to with him.

Hm...

It's been awhile since I got to
plan a m*rder.

Thank you.

[ominous music]

[Madam] The f*ck are you doin'
here?

Now, is that any way
to greet your sister?

This family really needs to
work on their hellos.

Well, that's the thing,

I've always been more fond of
goodbyes.

Can we talk in private?

No.
We can't.

Okay, well...

I wanted to talk to you,

but since it seems like you
people can't answer your phones,

I'm here in person.

So, that's you that's been
callin' me

from a blocked number.

Yes.

I knew that if you knew it
was me,

you'd never answer.

Right.
I don't talk to snitches.

So, you're still on that.

I will always be on that.
Okay?

You are the sole reason

our father
got prosecuted by the FBI.

Well, you need to get over it.

Because obviously Daddy did,

or he wouldn't have put me
in his will.

The f*ck are you talking about?

I have a legitimate will
from Daddy

stating that I am now
the full owner,

and in control of
this establishment.

Mattie B's is mine.

This is f*ck' rich.

So, let me get this straight.

You couldn't figure out how to

make it to
your own father's funeral...

But you are here to collect
an inheritance?

Got it.

Your greedy a*s ain't changin'
ever.

That's cool.

- That's cool.
- I don't have to explain myself

to you or anyone else.

[serious music]

Okay.

But I'd like to see you try to
sell this crock of sh*t

to your son, Amp.

You do remember who he is, right?

I mean, I'm sure he has
questions.

You gon' answer those?
Hm?

[customers murmuring]

So, we're all goin' to Hell
in a handbasket.

Get my sh*t.

[tense music]

[laidback beat]

Oh my God,
I can't believe I won!

- You did it.
- Oh my God!

- This is crazy.
- You know what this means?!

- [Babyface] Hell yeah!
- Yes!

I'm gettin' my car.

[Male Reporter] Following two
nights of protests...

You remember what you said, right?

Yes, you'll get your car!

Of course, 'Face.

So, like, how you wanna do this?
Do I get to choose?

No!

So...?

But you'll be happy with
what I got you.

So, you already got it?

Yes.

- [Babyface] Is it in the garage?
- Ooh!

You're gonna have to find
the key

somewhere on my body.

[serious music]
[television murmuring]

[laidback beat]

Okay, okay, give me a minute.

- You sure?
- Mm-hm, I got it.

[Raphael] Madam.

How are things?

I hear business at the club has
been...

expl*sive.

Mm-hm.
Okay, that was cute.

Most likely as cute as you
were...

What was that, a gala?

Or a fundraiser that you went to
at the White House?

A mediocre attempt at
tarnishing my reputation.

That's low hangin' fruit,
even for you.

Hm...

[Raphael] Look, I'm not here
for banter or small talk.

- No?
- [Raphael] No.

We both know why I'm here.

Hm.

[ominous music]

Well...

Oh, might it have something to
do with your cocaine?

[ominous music]

You're enjoying this.

[Madam] Mm-hm.

You really think you can
win this w*r.

[ominous music]

I do like my chances.

You're out of your depth.

You think so?

[ominous music]

You do not want to meet

the people I'm going to have to
send after you

if you do not return
my property.

[Madam chuckling]

[Raphael] Give me my product.

Hm, okay.
Fine.

I will give you back
your product.

You obviously need them
more than I do,

or you wouldn't be here

whining like a b*tch baby
about it.

So, ok.
You can have it back.

Thank you.

Can I get a hankie, Tommy?
Thank you.

[ominous music]

Was there anything else you'd
like to cry about?

[ominous music]

I'll be expecting my delivery.

[ominous music]

"Expecting my delivery"?
He's such a f*ck' b*tch.

You still got that respirator?

Yes, Madam.

Good, I'm gonna need it.

[eerie music]

[Saleswoman] Less than
two weeks away,

so don't get too comfortable.

Money Magazine editor at
large...

[knocking on door]

Go get that for me, babe.

[Saleswoman] Some strategies
that will help you get work done

- with as little as possible...
- [knocking on door]

[Saleswoman] And save you some
money in the process.

You know the problems...

Madam.
What you doin' here?

None of your damn business.

Nice robe.
Sea island cotton.

- You can't hide money.
- You can sit down.

[Babyface] Thanks, man.

You don't got no damn money.

[ominous music]

You can leave us, 'Face.

[serious music]

What?
What, what can I do for you?

I need the plot of land next to
Mattie B's

declared eminent domain
so I can have it.

I, I don't know what that means.

[Tommy] Eminent domain:

when the local state or
federal government

seizes private property
without the owner's consent.

[Madam] You are the mayor now,
Tandy.

Read a f*ck' book, b*tch.
Learn some sh*t.

Okay, uh...

I'll see what I can do.

No, you will not see
what you can do.

You will do it.
Stay down.

It is essential to
your continued success,

but most importantly,

it is essential to
your continued breathing.

Got it?

[serious music]

Yes, Madam.

Thank you.

Good f*ck' day.

[Ms. Tandy] And you as well,
Madam.

[serious music]

[Madam] Thank you, Tommy.

[serious music]

[door slamming]

[laidback music]

- [Dime] Hey.
- [Amp] Yeah?

Why don't you have
a little water?

I'm good.

Why, what's, what's going on
with you?

Have you had enough time
to cool down?

Yes, I told you, I'm fine.

Aight?

I let all that sh*t go
a long time ago.

I let her go a long time ago.

Amp, we both know
that's not true.

[somber music]

I'm not gonna let her come into
my life

and turn my sh*t upside down.

Okay, but she's your mother.

[Amp] So what?

- You only get one.
- Exactly.

Exactly, you only get one,
and that is why

it's really f*cked up,

the way that she actually
treated me, Dime.

Come on.

No, to me.
Talk to me.

[serious music]

What?

Well, what happened between
the two of you?

Huh...

Well, when I got locked up,

my father...

Said that I was
a stain on the family, and...

He wanted nothin' else
to do with me.

[ominous music]

Yeah.

That's horrible.

Mm, such is life, man.

I f*ck' hate him anyways,
so...

It's all good.
He was a controlling as*h*le.

But me and my mom...

Thought we had
a good relationship, right?

You know?

And then he said, "Cut him off."

[emotional music]

She did what he said.

And from that day,
she abandoned me.

[emotional music]

I'm so sorry, Amp.

- I'm sorry, babe.
- Well...

[emotional music]

You know what's f*cked up, man?

I, when I first got in,
I used to,

I used to write letters,
I used to...

I used to stand in
that long-a*s line and call.

Just to never get a response.

That's awful.

[Amp] Yeah.

I can only imagine how much
that hurt you.

Mm.

[emotional music]

It does, man.

[emotional music]

Well, look, I don't wanna see
your anger, like,

beat you up on the inside.

I know it, it can't be good for
your recovery, Amp.

[ominous music]

I'm cool, I'm a big boy.

[Dime] Well, have you ever
thought about forgiving her?

Not, not for herself,
but for you.

[serious music]

Dime, can I just, um...

Reserve the soft sh*t
for you, please?

It may seem like soft sh*t,
but it's real sh*t.

And it works, too.

Look, you're both trying to make
amends.

Just...

Just, maybe you can show her
a little bit of grace.

[serious music]

I know how important a mom is.

Okay?

[tense music]

[dramatic beat]

[knocking on door]

[dramatic beat]

[door closing]

[Midnight sighing]

So, you figure out
what you want yet?

[Renee] I think so.

Okay, lay it on me.

Okay, I want you to climb
through the window

when you come over.

I'll leave it open.

Okay.

We're doin' this at your place?

No, my neighbors are nosy.

Uh, I'll get a room at
the Dormir Inn.

That's dangerous.
Them walls is thin as hell.

I'll get a block of rooms,
so nobody hears anything.

Okay, keep goin'.

Um, so, after you climb through
the window,

I'm going to scream.

You should ignore my screams.
Maybe cover my mouth?

And then have your way with me.

[ominous music]

That's it?

Uh, that's it.

What else is there to do
but to have sex?

Damn, girl, you need a little
bit more imagination.

You know what?
Scratch that.

Just leave the door unlocked.

I'll do the rest.

But...

I am gonna need a safe word.

What's that?

A word to use if you want me to
stop.

I won't want you to stop.

But you've never been dominated
by anybody before.

Okay...?

Uh, what do you suggest?

How 'bout...

How 'bout "sunrise"?

'Cause that's the only thing
that's gon'

stop the night, baby.

[mysterious music]

[door closing]

[mysterious music]

So, Blue, how did you hear
about me?

I was referred to you by
Dr. Parker.

He works with a friend of mines.

Dr. Parker and I go way back.

And what brings you here?

Uh...

Kinda goin' through somethin',

don't really know how to
deal with it.

Have you ever done
psychotherapy before?

No.
I'm a virgin.

A few things you should know...

This is a safe space.

Anything you say here stays
between you and me.

I am legally and ethically bound

not to tell anyone what happens
in our sessions.

- Good to know.
- [Dr. Cabrera] But...

There's always a but.

If you intend to harm yourself
or anyone else,

then I am duty-bound to
report it.

- Make sense?
- Got it.

Now, you were tellin' me about
goin' through some things.

Can you tell me about
what kinda things?

[serious music]

Dreams.

Uh, bad ones from when
I was in Afghanistan.

- You're writing?
- [Dr. Cabrera] Mm-hm.

Just some notes.

Nuh-uh.
I don't notes.

No notes.

Fortunately for you,
I have an excellent memory.

Alright, continue.

Uh...

My buddy and I, we were on duty.
Everyone else was sleeping.

We were walkin' the perimeter,
he stepped off to take a piss.

Stepped on a land mine.

[emotional music]

I thought I had, uh,
forgotten about that.

But I keep reliving it
every night.

That's horrible, Blue.

That's not somethin'

you're likely to forget about
altogether.

I guess.

I'm curious to know what
happened in your civilian job

that could've triggered
this memory.

[somber music]

Work.

Okay.
What kind of work do you do?

Security.

[Dr. Cabrera] Tell me more about
that.

Why?

Because it seems that you may be
suffering from

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Look, Doc, I ain't got no PTSD.

[Dr. Cabrera] Don't say it like
it's some terminal illness.

It's okay, Belinda.

You're gonna get through this.

Now, tell me more about
your work.

[serious music]

[dramatic trap beat]

"Cause of death...

"Blunt-force trauma.

"Post-mortem g*nsh*t wounds...

Evidence of sexual trauma"?

[tense music]

Wait...

Oh my God...

They r*ped her, too.

[ominous music]

They r*ped her, too.

They're gonna pay for this.

[ominous trap beat]

[door closing]

[ominous trap beat]

Oh.
Alright, hey.

You fancy.

Got your little
shar-coochie board.

Well...

[Tommy] Will that be all, Madam?

Yes, Tommy, you can leave.

[Tommy] Excuse me.

Mm.

[ominous music]

This solid gray in here.

Like, don't you want,
like, a pop of color?

Put an accent wall,
that would be fun.

Carla, by the way you dress,

you are in no position to give
anyone decorating tips,

let alone me.

You lucky you even in my house.

b*tch, I didn't come over here
to get insulted.

[Madam] No?

Well, you definitely came
to stock up on

your week's worth of snacks.

You had him bring this sh*t
out here.

Like you gon' eat it.

Anyway, what you want?

Well...

I saw our sister today.

[mysterious music]

You serious?

[Madam] Mm-hm.

So, you must've called me
to dispose of the body,

because I know you k*lled
that snitchin'-a*s b*tch, Toni.

Toni is the one.

[Carla] So, what she want?

Well, it looks like she has
control of Mattie B's now.

[tense music]

How the hell did that happen?

[tense music]

Apparently Daddy left it to her.

She came by with a will.

Okay, so...

We know Daddy ain't dead,
so that will don't mean sh*t.

Carla, the two of us are
the only people that know that.

So, we have to act like it is.

Look, I don't think it's fair
that she get Mattie B's.

Look, calm down, okay?
I'm working on something.

But for now, we have to make
her feel like

she's gettin' something.

I don't have sh*t to give her!

I don't have sh*t!

You give her something!
Give her some money!

You the one with the empire!

Carla, it costs no f*ck' money
to be a real b*tch.

You do know that, right?

f*ck!
Get out of my pockets, b*tch!

You always countin'
my f*ck' money!

I'm not countin' sh*t!

But when it come to me,

y'all act like I don't
motherfuckin' count at all.

[tense music]

[Carla] So, what,
she just come here?

She just get Mattie B's?
That's, that's what we doin'?

Look, what we gon' do
about this b*tch?

'Cause I'm not beyond
takin' her out.

- Whatever we need to do.
- Slow down, red Corvette.

Please, just slow the f*ck down.
Okay?

Let me just watch her.
Alright?

See how she moves over
the next couple of days,

and after that, we will decide.

[tense music]

I'm pissed.

Now I'm just stress eatin'.

- I see.
- You see what I'm sayin'?

Every time I try to get
my motherfuckin' life right,

it be some bullshit.

When the last time you tried
to get your life right?

Last week.

I said I was gon' do keto,

and then you brought this bread
out here.

[smooth music]

[knocking on door]

Hey, Madam.
I need to talk to you.

sh*t, what is it?

[Doc] I don't know how to say
this...

n*gga, say it.
Spit it out.

[tense music]

After you got arrested,

I took the shirt home
to burn it.

[Madam] That's a good thing.

Yeah, but...

When I opened the bag,
the shirt inside was not mine.

[tense music]

What do you mean the shirt
was not yours?

Whoever grabbed it from evidence
must've grabbed the wrong bag,

'cause the shirt in there
was not mine.

Doc, you are worse than
a f*cking menstrual cramp!

- [Doc] Madam, I, I...
- Shut up, shut up!

sh*t, I am always cleanin' up
after you!

f*ck!

Madam, it's not my fault!

I'm not the person who grabbed
the wrong shirt.

n*gga, are you shiftin' blame
right now?

Because we wouldn't even be in
this position

if you had did what I told you
to in the first place.

Am I correct?

Huh?!

Yes, Madam.

[tense music]

Alright, look, I will deal with

the person that f*cked up on
my end, but...

This your job now.

You gon' have to get
the real shirt.

Yes, Madam.

And do not f*ck this up, Doc.

I got you.

f*ck!

[door opening]

[door closing]

[tense music]

[upbeat music]

♪ Return of the Mack
[Yeah, yeah] ♪

♪ Return of the Mack
[Come on] ♪

♪ Return of the Mack
[Oh my God] ♪

♪ You know that I'll be back
[Here, I am] ♪

♪ Return of the Mack
[One second] ♪

♪ Return of the Mack
[Top of the world] ♪

♪ Return of the Mack
[Watch my flow] ♪

♪ You know that I'll back
[Here I go] ♪

♪ So, I'm back up in the game
[Hustling slow] ♪

♪ Runnin' things to keep
my swing ♪

[dramatic beat]

Hey, I been liftin' 350
since I was 16.

Yeah, right.

Damn well your a*s ain't liftin'
no 350 weighin' 150.

Hey, don't let
this lean body fool you, aight?

My muscles got muscles.

I feel you, we the ones
you gotta look out for.

It might look like I'm not
all bulked up,

sh*t, but I'm fast.

Yeah, because y'all gotta be.

They don't f*ck with me.

These g*ns don't sh**t no
blanks.

Hey, look, all I'm sayin' is
if a n*gga tried to slide on me,

I'ma lay his a*s out quick.

[smooth music]

Hey, yo.

I ain't know the other guys
worked out up here.

Yeah, it's a popular gym.

sh*t, that's Babyface over
there.

I'm gonna go say what's up, aight?

Dog, I told you,
stay away from Babyface.

I know, I know.

But we can't just be in here
and not speak to the guys.

We work with them every night.

sh*t, low-key kinda rude.

Look, friends is one thing,
coworkers' another.

Besides, them dudes don't wanna
talk to us inside or outside.

Man, they can't be that bad, bro.

Look, I'ma go over there, aight?

I'm not.

Well then, watch my sh*t.

[indistinct conversation]

Yo, what's up, fellas?

What's up?

'Sup?

Yo, Babyface, we kinda got
the same build.

Maybe you could give me
some pointers

on how to get my arms more cut
like yours.

Nah, bruh.
These are all genetics.

Now, move around, man.
You interrupting my workout.

Damn, well, uh...

If y'all need a spotter or
somethin',

me and Rayshon will be
over there, aight?

We good.

[tense music]

[Big D] The f*ck this n*gga
think this is?

[tense music]

I told you stay away from
that dude.

I was just bein' friendly.

Bein' friendly with that dude
is only gon' get you in trouble!

Look, this is the second time

you done said somethin' about
Babyface.

What the f*ck happened between
y'all two?

[tense music]

I don't wanna talk about it.

Look, just stay away from him.
Trust me.

Aight.

[laidback beat]

No, no, no, no.

Madam, please, please, please,
you don't understand.

I had to crawl through
a dirty station vent

to get out of there.

Well, you didn't get
what I needed.

But I did everything
you told me to do!

No, you did not,

'cause had you done what
I asked you to do,

then I would have
the correct f*ck' shirt.

But it was labeled clear as day!

The case number, the date,
the time, everything was there.

You obviously need
your vision checked.

I'm sorry, Madam.

I can go back tomorrow
and try again.

For what?!
Huh?

So you can get caught?

I can't risk that.

Okay, so what are we gonna
do now?

We not doin' sh*t.

[customers cheering]

I will have someone else handle
my business from now on,

since you're too f*ck'
incompetent.

No, Madam, please, I can do it.

Just give me one more shot,
I promise you...

I gave you your last shot.

You blew it.

Besides, I don't need
a useless b*tch

that can't do somethin' as
simple

as get a correct f*ck' shirt.

Blue?

- Let's go.
- Go where, where?!

Madam, please, please, please
don't do this to me.

- [Blue] b*tch, please.
- Madam, please.

[Blue] Calm your a*s.

I ain't about takin' your a*s
to the basement.

Move.

[door opening]

[door slamming]

[ominous music]

Blue, I really want you to talk
to Madam for me.

Madam is done talking.

Yeah, to me.

That doesn't mean she won't
listen to you.

Look, I'm willing to do whatever
it takes

to get back into Madam's
good graces, okay?

I can fix records, labels,
whatever you guys need.

I can make myself useful
to you guys.

Promise.

Yeah, I'll talk to her.

[dramatic music]
[customers cheering]

Hey, thank you!

[cheering]
[dramatic music]

I'll see you, have a good time.

Y'all good?

[dramatic music]

What are you doing here?

Checkin' on you.

Well, as you can see,
I'm legitimately out on bail,

and doin' quite fine.

So, you can leave.

Maybe.

Or maybe I'll stay and check out
a couple dancers to unwind.

You know, I really need to blow
off some steam.

Well, do it somewhere else.

Excuse me, but I paid my money
to get in here.

So, I think I'll stay.

Why don't you join me for
a drink?

No thank you.

It's your choice.

You know...

I goofed up on the job this week
by mislabelin' a shirt.

[Madam] Mm.

But the good thing is,
I'm glad I did.

Do you know somebody actually
broke in there

and stole it out of
the evidence room?

- No.
- [Detective Davis laughing]

Really?

- [Detective Davis] Crazy right?
- Mm-hm.

But I don't want to bore you
with anymore of my work stories.

Well, you already are.

b*tch, what are you doing here,
for real?

Like I said, I just came here
to check on you.

Oh, and to let you know that

I'm always one step ahead of
you.

And I'm gonna make you feel
the terror

that you rain down on others.

- Are you done?
- [Detective Davis] Almost.

[dramatic music]

There's nothing that you can do

to make me
not bring your a*s in.

Catch you later.

Catch a mint,
stank-breath-a*s b*tch.

[Detective Davis laughing]

[dramatic music]

[pulsing beat]

You know, you was right about
Madam landin' on her feet.

Yeah, no surprise here.

Ain't you happy for her?

n*gga, her sh*t ain't got
nothin' to do with me or you.

You need to start learnin' to
mind your own f*ck' business.

Jeez, okay, grouch.

[tense music]

Trouble, where's Champ?

I don't know, he must've quit
or somethin'.

No.

We had a whole conversation
the other day.

He said workin' at Eden is
the most money he's ever made.

He said he would never quit.

n*gga, why are you talkin' to
me?!

I don't know where Champ is,
aight?!

I don't care where he is,

and if you ask me again,
I'ma f*ck you up!

Jeez, okay, golly.

Everything alright?
Why you so mad?

Why is you still talkin' to me,
Rayshon?

[Rayshon] 'Cause I love you,
you my friend.

That's what friends do.

[tense music]

Rayshon, stop talkin' to me!
Leave me the f*ck alone!

[emotional music]

[tense music]

Mm.

Hm.

So, uh, I was talkin' to
this chick, right?

I promise you, bro,
she was all shy and sh*t.

Might've beaten my own
personal record

in the amount time it took me to
tie this little p*ssy up.

[Doc] [chuckling] Mm-hm.

Now she ready for me to
dominate her

and throw her around
and do this crazy sh*t.

Oh, yeah?

[pulsing beat]

Hey, is you even listenin'?

Yeah, man, I'm listenin'.

[Midnight] What I say?

Uh, uh...
Um...

Man, what's goin' on with you?

[ominous music]

The shirt, bruh.

Bruh, you and this damn shirt.
I thought you got rid of that.

I tried to, bro.

You obviously didn't try hard
enough,

or we wouldn't be havin'
this conversation.

What's goin' on with
the damn shirt now?

[ominous music]

I took the m*therf*cker home
to burn it.

I opened up the bag, man,
and it was the wrong shirt.

n*gga...

What Madam say?

That she tired of fixin'
my mistakes.

And, uh...

To get the right shirt back.

[Midnight sighing]

Man, how you gon' do that?

I gotta find out who was workin'

that night that the shirt
came in.

I'ma try to see if I can get

a record switched up or
somethin'.

That sound like a long shot.

Yeah, but it beats havin' to
deal with Madam, bro.

[Midnight] Yeah, you better get
to workin' on

- that long shot, bruh.
- You feel me?

I just don't know where to
start, man.

Like, how do I even, like...
How do I find out?

Just Google that sh*t, bruh.

You can find anything on
the internet these days.

[ominous music]

You right.

[ominous music]

Oh, sh*t.

Told you.

What you say?

The internet is undefeated, bruh.

It look like it was two people
workin' there that night.

A dude and a chick.

I hope the one that was workin'
that night is a chick, bruh.

Hey, Doc, if it ain't,

you gotta do what you gotta do, bro.

Man, shut the f*ck up, bruh.

- You know I ain't...
- I'm just sayin', bruh.

I don't do that, bruh.
Nah.

I'm hopin' it was the chick, bro.

- [Midnight] You right.
- But I appreciate you,

for sure.

You aight.
I got you.

as*h*le.

[laidback music]

[door opening]

[door closing]

Oh, D.A. Rodds.

Your door was unlocked, Mayor.

Oh, I love the sound of that,
isn't that fantastic?

Oh, yes, yes, well, I just came
by to congratulate you,

but it looks like you've already
got the party started.

Well, you know, I haven't had
time to plan a party.

It's been such a whirlwind.

So, I am just doin' what I can.

Grab a bottle of champagne,
I have plenty, as you can see.

I, I got all of these, uh,
in anticipation of Jack winning.

But now, I'm celebrating my win.

- Absolutely.
- [Ms. Tandy] Can you believe it?

I am so happy for you.

Thank you so much.

Well, so now that you are
the new mayor of Atlanta,

what are your plans?

sh*t, I didn't know this was
a press conference.

I, I had no plans of being on
the record

with my official statement.

But since you inquired,

I plan on upholding Jack's
legacy.

- [D.A. Rodds] Hm.
- And being the best mayor

that I can be.

You know, you sound like
a career politician already.

[Ms. Tandy laughing]

Thank you.

And, um, I had a question for
you.

Okay, I'm all ears.

So, what type of challenges
would the city face

if I declared a plot of land
eminent domain?

Oh, you're serious?

Yeah.

The land next to Mattie B's.

Well, what do you want
with that land?

I'm just, I...

I'm just curious,
just askin' about it.

Uh, well, that plot has been
earmarked

for a community center.

So, you might as well be curious
about some other land.

But they haven't broken ground
on it yet, so...

It's still available.

Uh, possibly.

But Mattie B's,

doesn't, doesn't Madam own
that place?

Oh...

Does she?

Why do you care so much about
the land

next to a restaurant
that Madam owns,

and eminent domain
all of a sudden?

I was just trying to flex
my political muscle.

That's all.

But you know, we, we can talk
about that tomorrow.

Let's have some champagne.

Let me get you a glass.

Great, yeah.

[tense music]

[dramatic music]
[cheering]

Ladies!

Let me ask you somethin'.

Are you ready to taste
Eden's forbidden fruit tonight?

Uh-huh, that is what
I'm talkin' about.

This is Madam's Club Eden.

The only place where you can get

all your fantasies, desires,
and kinks

fulfilled by the sexiest
Black kings on the planet.

Okay?

So, now y'all gotta get up on
your damn feet.

Now, let me hear,
are you ready to lick...

Bite...

[cheering]

And suck...

Eden's forbidden fruit tonight?

Okay, if you are,
get them dollars poppin'

for the original kings of Eden!

[laidback music]

Hey, who that young dude
that's starin' at you?

Who?

There.

Man, you know he was with
Rayshon at the gym earlier,

so you know how that go.

[Midnight] Yeah, then you
got a little crush.

Man, f*ck that n*gga.

♪ Girl, can you f*ck me
the right way? ♪

♪ Hey, let me talk to 'em

♪ I like my hands low,
but I want it extra sloppy ♪

♪ Yo p*ssy wet, then rub it on
my body ♪

♪ You f*ck so good, you might e
illuminati ♪

♪ Actin' up right now
just thinkin' bout it ♪

♪ This p*ssy fire,
remind me of Kobe ♪

♪ p*ssy wet, remind me of
tsunami ♪

♪ You can slow it down,
but, baby, keep it comin' ♪

♪ I'ma grab them shoulders,
so it ain't no runnin' ♪

♪ I wanna rub ya soft,
I wanna f*ck you hard ♪

♪ I wanna long-d*ck you
in all your corners ♪

♪ If that p*ssy bitin',
I'ma moan on ya ♪

♪ I wanna pull it out and then
skeet it on ya ♪

♪ Yeah, ya heard me right,
I wanna skeet it on ya ♪

♪ I can wipe it off,
but I wanna leave it on ya ♪

♪ That p*ssy really everything
to me ♪

♪ After I nut,
I'ma fall on ya ♪

♪ Can you f*ck me
the right way? ♪

♪ f*ck me the right way?
f*ck me the right way? ♪

♪ Don't spoil the moment, baby

♪ f*ck me the right way,
f*ck me the right way ♪

♪ f*ck me the right way

♪ Don't spoil the moment, baby

♪ I just wanna know
you want it ♪

♪ I got some things I wanna show
you, babe ♪

♪ So, won't you let me show you,
baby? ♪

♪ Girl, f*ck me the right way ♪

♪ Girl, f*ck me the right way

♪ I wanna feel the fall
like you're at a ceremony ♪

♪ Lay you on your side,
so you can throw it on me ♪

♪ I suck them t*tties right
and get her super horny ♪

[cheering]

[laidback beat]

Mm, ooh, you feel good, girl.

I like the way those feel.

What that kitty do, baby?

Let me make you feel good.

Okay, no means no.
I get it.

Yo...

[Trouble shouting]

Man, you hurt my arm, Blue!

How many f*ck do I give?

Well, how many f*ck do you
give?

That's a rhetorical question,
Trouble.

What's up with all this
negative energy, Blue?

Damn!

What the hell is wrong with you?

What are you talkin' about?

I'm havin' a good time.

- What you mean?
- [Blue] You bein' more grabby

than what you need.

These b*tches love me, Blue.

Ay, don't you, b*tch?

Cut the sh*t.

The f*ck is wrong with you?

That's not what these women
came in here for.

It's--

[club music]

Hey, Blue.

Your eyes look so beautiful
tonight.

You touch me again,

and I'ma break all
your little fingers off,

and I'ma feed 'em to you.

Do you understand me?

[Trouble] Yes, Madam.
I mean Blue!

f*ck up out my face.

I know you on that sh*t,

and you better get it outta
your system

before Madam finds out.

Okay.

[cheering]
[pulsing beat]

[techno beat]

[ominous music]

What are you doing here?

Trying to look as handsome
as possible,

seeing that I'll be
the last face you'll see alive.

What?
Tommy, we can work this out.

I just need a little bit of
time.

Unfortunately for you,
your time is up.

[Dr. Fong] What are you doing?!

[Tommy] Tryin' to k*ll you!

- Ow!
- Doesn't it feel like it?

Ow!
Somebody help, help!

[Tommy] Maybe I should help you.

Doesn't that feel like you
dyin'?

[dramatic music]

[grunting]
[body thudding]

Sayonara, b*tch.

[ominous music]

[Nurse on Intercom]
Dr. Cowen to pathology,

Dr. Cowen to pathology.

That makes the fifth death
in the Midtown area alone,

and indicator considerably more
deaths

from fentanyl-laced cocaine.

The only lead the police have

is all of the packets
of deadly drugs

was emblazoned with this
insignia.

The police have no leads,

as the city morgue uses
portable refrigeration units

to deal with the avalanche
of dead bodies.

[dramatic music]

[laidback music]

Mm...

It's a shame that all those
innocent people had to die.

But Concierge,

he just had to have
his drugs back.

Is that what you and Tommy
were doin' earlier?

Yep.

And that's just
the first domino.

[Blue] Mm.

[laidback music]

Officer Wilmont,
you seem a little nervous.

You wasn't behind somethin',
was you?

No, no, ma'am.

No, 'cause you know if you did,

you know that's not how
Atlanta PD rolls,

and we gon' keep diggin' and
diggin'

until we find gold.

[tense music]

You know what that is?

Looks like an evidence log
to me.

That's an evidence log, exactly.

And do you know what this is,
this item right here?

That circle?

- I do.
- [Detective Davis] Yeah.

Well, you know what?

That's missing.

Is it?

Yup, it is.

Because someone stole it.

But you know that already, right?

[tense music]

Yes, yes, I do.

We finally about to get
this b*tch,

and she don't even know it.

You have no idea.

Oh, give me some.

[tense music]

[dramatic violin music]

[music]

♪ I got a lot on my plate,
but all of my family straight ♪

♪ All of the lawyers is paid

♪ Do you know they beatin'
the case? ♪

♪ I hit the line in this case
I hit the line in this case ♪

♪ You know I'm doin' the race

♪ And I always come
in first place ♪

♪ I got a lot on my plate

♪ Yeah, I'm the one
who gotta eat it ♪

♪ You can tell by my demeanor

♪ If I say it,
know that I mean it ♪

♪ I live a fast life,
fast money, fast cars ♪

♪ Yeah,
I'm out with the cleaners ♪

♪ If you...

[music]