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We finally about to get this bitch

- and she don't even know it. - You have no idea.

Previously on All the Queen's Men...

Amp, I am sorry.

I don't need no sorries. Leave.

Trouble, where's Champ?

Rayshon, stop talking to me! Leave me the fuck alone!

Return my property.

Give me my product.

I have a legitimate will from Daddy stating that

Mattie B's is mine.

♪ I saved up the money I earned ♪

♪ When I went down bad my dick in the dirt ♪

♪ Nobody was even concerned

♪ Emotionally scarred and ready for war ♪

♪ My feelings would never get hurt ♪

♪ Emotionally scarred and ready for war ♪

♪ My feelings would never get hurt ♪

♪ I never let a nigga play me I never let a bitch break me ♪

♪ Nigga, you owe me Nigga, pay me ♪

♪ Heard you been hatin' on me.

Come on, pick it up.

- Big Dawg. - Victor.

- Yes, sir. - Is this everything?

We couldn't get everything,

but we got most of it off the street.

Okay.

My client set up a supplier overseas

to take the rest of this off our hands.

So wait, what's--

What's gonna happen when some of the buyers drop dead?

That's not your concern.

Remove the Damascus insignia.

Let me know when it's ready for transport.

Yes, sir.

All right, y'all. Come on.

That don't go there.

Yes, Marilyn.

Aw, why such a chilly greeting? What did I do to you?

I'm working and don't really have times to play games

with you right now.

Mm, yeah. I'm sure you are busy.

Got a lot to clean up, huh?

You know, I'm a little busy myself.

Mm, shit, right there, right there on my shoulder.

That's where I hold all my stress. Yes.

Is there a point to this call?

You know, you sound a little stressed.

I can do you a solid, though. How about I send Suki over

to you when she's finished here? Oh, shit. Yes.

The things that this woman can do with her hands are amazing.

What do you want, Marilyn?

All right, well, you're obviously in no mood

to have fun, so I'll get to the point.

I just called, you know, to say...

checkmate, motherfucka!

Mm-hmm. Increase the pressure. Thank you. Mm.

♪ 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 bitch to darkness, 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're doing what I say so ♪

Must we do this here?

Well, I don't let dogs in my home, so yeah, we must.

Look, I was happy when you agreed to talk with me,

but I wasn't prepared to come to this den of iniquity.

Yeah, well, when I woke up this morning,

I wasn't ready to talk to stupid bitches, yet here I am.

Okay. Fuck this chit chat, okay?

My left eye is literally, like, jumping.

I mean, some shit is happening.

Toni, you didn't even have the decency to come

to Daddy's funeral, so why you here now?

Apparently, it's a good thing

that I didn't come to Daddy's funeral,

since Marilyn's scandalous dealings

got the whole ceremony shot up.

You ain't never lied.

But at least she was there.

All right, look.

I know that my mother received special treatment from Daddy

and I can understand that that would leave you two resentful.

Ain't nobody worried about your bottom bitch-ass momma.

And I don't give a damn about nobody's mammy.

Now I'ma stand on business when I say this,

you do not deserve Mattie B's.

Look, this--okay.

You went to the feds and snitched on Daddy.

Did.

Now you wanna show your ass back up here talkin'

about an inheritance and what you came to get?

Shit, I know this bitch lyin'.

You can kiss my ass to the pink part.

Okay. You know what?

I came here hoping to salvage a relationship with my sisters,

but since y'all insist on being this way,

then we can remain enemies.

Well, ain't shit changing over here, so enemies we are.

Okay. Well, then I guess I will be leaving now.

Bitch, does this look like a fucking airport to you?

You don't have to announce your departure. Bye.

Bye.

Petty. Pettier.

Broke as fuck-er than her.

You know I'm mad.

Take a seat.

- Welcome back, Belinda. - Thanks.

When you were here last you were telling me about being a sniper,

so I'd like to just get back to that.

You can tell me more about it.

I really liked being a sniper.

Being a sniper, you have to--

You have to work alone.

You have to blend into your surroundings

so that nobody sees you. You've gotta be patient.

Sometimes you have to stalk someone for a couple of days

just to get a clean kill.

Mm. Seems like you enjoyed it.

I did.

It's something about the-- the one shot, one kill.

Simple, I guess.

You were also telling me about an explosion

that ripped your friend apart while in Afghanistan?

His arm fell on my leg.

I thought I had forgotten about that.

That's horrible.

It's not something you're likely to forget about.

I guess.

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

that could have triggered this memory?

An accident at work. Somebody got hurt.

Were you close to this person that got hurt?

No, it was just somebody that I work with. Damn.

This won't work, Belinda, unless you're willing to share.

I mean, you wouldn't walk into a hospital emergency room

and not tell the doctor what's hurting, would you?

Of course not.

All right, well, that's what you do in here.

This is the emergency room and every time I'm asking you

where it hurts, you're telling me to guess.

- I don't mean to be difficult. - And I'm not saying you are.

I'm saying I can't help to heal you

if you don't tell me what's broken.

L-G-R-6-8-9-7.

"There are no records for this license plate."

Damn! It's a dead end.

I'm sorry. I do not understand.

Damn it, Maria. You're always listening, man!

That's right.

You're always listening.

Excuse me, beautiful.

Could you tell me where the restroom is?

Uh-huh. Down the hall. First door on your left.

- All right. Thanks. - Uh-huh.

Hey, I must say you have an amazing smile.

Thank you.

I go to the orthodontist every three months.

I can tell. I can tell.

- And you, um, work out? - A little bit.

If that's a little, I can only imagine what a lot looks like.

Crazy.

You got a cute little laugh on you, too, huh?

- What's your name? - Nyema.

So you got a pretty name, pretty laugh,

and an amazing smile. I'm glad I got turned around

up in here 'cause I wouldn't have got to run into you,

Miss Nyema. Look at you.

Look, I usually don't do this, but...

wanna go to lunch?

I can't.

I-I'm--'cause I'm the only one in charge of my department

'cause my supervisor's been on vacation.

You the only one that be up here?

Hmm.

- All the time? - Mm-hmm.

- That's gotta be stressful. - Oh, you have no idea.

No, I don't, but I could take some of that stress away.

Yeah?

Yeah. Look, I'm a dancer down at Club Eden.

You know, just payin' my way through school.

But uh, you should come down and check me out some time.

Club Eden? I've heard of that place.

I don't know, I've never been to a strip club before.

Well, first of all, listen, I'm not a stripper.

The correct terminology is male exotic entertainer.

It's a difference, right? But come through.

It's on me. It's on me, all right?

Maybe I can stop in for a minute or two.

Well, if you decide to come through,

let 'em know Doc sent you.

Trust me. I'll give you an experience.

You will never forget.

All right?

What time? What time should I be there?

- To the left? - Yeah, to the left.

All right.

Any witnesses?

All right. I want all the security footage from inside

and outside of the building.

Madam, Attorney Lovett is here to see you.

You can let him in.

Will there be anything else, Madam?

No, Tommy. You can leave us.

Nice surprise.

Tell me, what do I owe this pleasure?

Well, I was in the neighborhood when I got some news

concerning your trial, so...

Have a seat.

I hope it's good news.

Well, that remains to be seen.

The trial date's been set.

Damn. Already?

Yeah, that's why I suggest we try to push it.

The longer we can push it, the less reliable witnesses are.

People disappear and memories start to fade.

And your chances of walking away are greater.

All right, then push it.

All right, will do, Madam.

Is there anything else?

Not at the moment, but I'll keep you posted as I get information.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure, Madam.

- Talk soon. - Mm-hmm.

Fuck.

Tommy!

Yes, Madam.

What is the status on Dr. Fong and my pills?

Haven't found one yet.

- Haven't found a new doctor? - No, Madam.

Then we have a fucking problem, Tommy.

It is, Madam.

Apparently, your name is in a database.

You've been marked as a potential abuser

because of how frequently you fill your prescriptions.

Well, how the fuck am I supposed to get my medicine, Tommy? Huh?

Well, I went to the doctor myself, Madam.

What the fuck does that have to do with me? Huh?

Because Madam, I don't know specifically what you take your

pills for, so I just told the doctor that I have

anxiety disorder, a lot of depression,

and insomnia.

Nigga, I don't have all that shit.

Of course not, Madam, but something here has got to work.

I got you a bunch of prescriptions and some weed.

All right.

I'm gonna keep this one.

Um, you can get rid of the rest of that shit,

but put them pre-rolls on my nightstand.

Yes, Madam.

Maria, play the next recording.

Hey man, did you know that a chef's hat has 100 pleats

to represent the 100 ways you can cook an egg?

What? Why the hell are you telling me this?

Because it's interesting, man.

Don't you like learning new shit?

I like doing a job and not getting locked up for it.

Now let's put this bitch in the bed.

Old boy'll be here any second.

You sure he was on his way home?

Yeah. Get her leg.

What did you do that for?

- So the blood is fresh. - Ah, good thinking.

Hey, look, you wanna go get some Beaucoup's after this?

That joint's an hour away.

But you know it's worth it, the shrimp po' boys, man.

All right, all right. I'm down.

Shh. Here he comes.

This is good. Oh, shit.

I love when you eat.

Are you good? You hardly touched your food.

Dime, you got me over here

looking greedy as a motherfucker.

I don't know what's been going on, but everything

I've been eating has been giving me indigestion lately.

- You sure you're okay? - Yeah. It'll pass soon.

All right.

Well, if you're not gonna eat it, I mean,

you might as well just...

Might as well just what? Oh.

- Pass the plate. - Okay.

You're greedy enough for the both of us, clearly, mister.

That appetite's on a thousand.

Something else could be on a thousand, too, but--

Amp, Allison.

So happy to see you two here.

Yeah, um...

I'm not ready to talk to you yet, okay?

Amp, please let-- Just...

Just give me a chance to make things right.

Why don't you let me cook for you?

I could make your favorite.

Smothered pork chops, little red beans and rice.

Um...

I don't eat like that anymore.

Okay.

Well, then whatever you want.

Can you please leave me alone? Please?

Okay, I'll, um... I'll-I'll leave for now,

but, um...

Will you just think about sitting down to--

to speak with me? Just think about it.

He'll think about it.

Thank you.

I'll, uh... see you two later.

Bye.

Amp?

Dime, just--just please let this thing go with me and my mom.

Please. I mean, not everything that's broken

can always be fixed, okay?

Can you at least try?

Why are so invested in this?

Because my mom died when I was young

and I'd give anything to have that relationship back.

Hey, hey, come here. I'm sorry.

Why haven't you felt comfortable enough telling me that before?

I don't share it with everybody.

I respect that.

Thank you for sharing it with me.

Okay, can you at least try to talk to her for me?

I'll think about it.

For you.

Hey, yo, Face. I saw you pull up.

That's your whip?

Yeah. What'd it look like?

Uh, so it's a straight eight or a V?

Nigga, I don't know.

I just know I ain't have to pay for it.

Yo, the women here are giving y'all cars?

- It's like that? - Yeah, it's like that.

If you're not being annoying as fuck.

Get the hint?

Damn, sorry if I offended you, man.

I'm just trying to get to know you.

You're, like, low-key legendary for real.

Just low key, huh?

Okay, just legendary.

That's more like it, kid.

Maybe I could get some pointers from you.

Wanna hang out sometime?

And what, listen to slow jams, too?

Look, I ain't with all that gay shit.

Get the fuck outta my face.

Sorry I missed you at the gym today.

Oh, it's cool.

Did you finish what you was doing?

Almost.

I got a little closer to finding the people I was looking for.

Family?

Nah. Beef.

I think I can locate them.

I just have to go down there and see if they'll tell me anything.

Yeah. Getting them to talk is usually the hard part.

You got any advice or pointers for me?

No. But if you need some backup, I'm down to go with you.

It could be dangerous, and no offense,

you don't seem like you're really about that life.

Hey, no offense taken. You're right, I'm not.

But I appreciate any help I can get.

Bet. I'm with.

Just let me know when, where and I'm there.

- Thanks, man. - Sure.

So you just gonna walk in here and not say hi to me?

I don't know if I'm getting Dr. Jekyll or Mrs. Hyde

with you, so I'm just staying away.

I'm sorry, Rayshon. Come on. Let me apologize.

Let me apologize.

Oh.

Yeah.

What? Why are you so stiff, nigga?

Trouble, I don't know what's going on.

First you be biting my head off for asking a simple question.

And now you can't stop touching on me.

Oh, Rayshon, I'm so-- Come here.

Oh, oh.

Oh, you smell so good.

Are you-- What's wrong with your eyes?

Man, it's just a little molly.

Trouble, you on drugs?

It's just a little molly. You--you want some?

I don't do drugs.

Molly is not a drug, okay?

It just makes you feel good.

It's okay. You want some?

That's what all drugs do.

No, it's okay.

- Trouble? - Huh?

- Come on. - What?

Oh, you've been working out? I see you.

Oh, lil daddy.

What? Come on, man. Stop. We friends.

Stop acting like that. You want some molly?

I said no, Trouble.

Fine, well, fuck you then. More for me. Yeah.

You sure? Last chance.

I don't even need water.

Whoo, okay.

Oh, there you go.

I was looking for you all night long.

- Were you really? - Yeah. What's up?

I'm all good.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

There go that smile. Check you out.

Look, you wanna get something to drink?

- It's on me. - Okay.

- What you want? - Um, a white wine spritzer.

I'll be right back. I'll take care of that for you.

Coming right up.

Yo, yo, bartender.

I need a white wine spritzer, my brother.

It's for the lady, man.

Appreciate it, man.

Appreciate you, bro.

There you go.

Thank you. You're such a gentleman.

Fo sho, fo sho. Look, drink up. Enjoy.

- Mm-hmm. - Enjoy yourself, mama.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. What the fuck?

- She wants you to what? - Dominate her.

How are you gonna dominate somebody that's giving

you consent?

Y'all never heard of a domination fantasy?

Yeah, so it's like she's gonna give me the pussy,

but she gonna fight a little bit, you know?

Oh, hell no. I can't fight with my dick hard

and be fucking at the same time, bro.

Shit, I can't multi-task like that and yo,

you shouldn't either.

Amp, my dick get hard just thinking about money.

Bro, I damn near came walking past that ATM earlier.

- Hey, Doc. - What's up?

- Hey, nigga, get your boy. - What happened?

This chick is paying Night to do all this harsh domination

- shit to her. - Huh?

Exactly.

That shit don't even sound right, bro.

You know, I had this chick one time.

She wanted to suck my toes.

That shit didn't sound right either,

but I still let her suck each and every one

of my piggly wigglies.

- Shit. - You crazy.

Hey, y'all.

- Hey. - What's up, Vicky?

- What's up? - Who want my services?

- I'm good. - Me, too.

Bring your fine ass over here.

Night, don't threaten me with a good time

'cause I love an audience, baby. Okay?

Nigga, take that shit to the back.

Bro.

What the fuck, man?

There he is. Just the man I wanted to see.

Hey, you see your little crush out there?

Who? I know you ain't talkin' about that new nigga.

Who, Quincy?

He did try to holla at you at the gym.

Hey, man, we're not startin' that shit tonight, aight?

It sounds kind of sus, Face.

Right. I'm just sayin' he didn't ask me to hang out sometime.

He didn't ask me neither and I've been in prison, bro.

Man, chill.

You got some nice little cheekbones right there though.

Hey, man, fuck y'all, man.

You're all right, Face.

Watch where you point that thing.

Whoa, whoa! Get your hands off me!

Girl, girl, we should probably get out of here.

I don't know what's going on, but my heart is beating so fast

- in my chest. - Girl--

- Honey, I don't know you. - Okay. Okay.

I'm okay.

Thank you.

Keep it.

It's hot in here, huh?

Mm, ah.

I'll pay you back later, if you know what I mean.

Excuse me, ladies. Excuse me.

Look, I am so sorry for my employee's behavior right now.

Your drinks are on the house for the rest of the night.

Get the fuck over here!

What the fuck are you doing?

- Huh? - What?

Get your shit and go. Get!

I could use a break, you know, Madam?

It's not a break, bitch. And you're suspended.

- Suspended? - Did I stutter?

No, I can't be suspended. I still--

I still gotta make the money up for when I was in

the safe house, Madam.

Well, you should've thought about that earlier.

- Well, for how long? - Until I say otherwise.

Now get the fuck out of my face before your suspension turns

into some shit you don't want.

Get the fuck out of my face, Trouble.

Ladies, um, I have a question.

Is there anything worse than bad dick?

No.

I'm talking about the kind of dick

that just doesn't satisfy you.

It may look delicious,

but it just doesn't fill you up.

Literally.

What we all really want is a handyman

who has the right tool

who knows how to fix what we want, right?

Am I right?

A man who knows how to give us that good dick.

The kind of dick that'll make you wanna

make him a sandwich when he's done.

And you came here to Club Eden for the best dick.

Am I right?

So give it up

for the men of Eden!

Guys? Um, excuse me, ladies.

Y'all niggas deaf?

What the fuck? Shit.

Damn it!

- What's the problem? - The hospital footage.

The security cameras weren't operating.

- Are you sure? - I'm positive.

I mean, what's the point of having all those cameras

if they don't work?

The hospital probably keeps the cameras as a deterrent.

Kind of like a beware of the dog sign.

Yeah, well, their fake dogs didn't work.

And they definitely didn't deter somebody from killing Dr. Fong.

- Madam. - Madam.

She must've found out that I got to Dr. Fong

and got him to stop prescribing her pills.

Mm-hmm. And then had him killed.

But how can we prove it without the hospital's security footage.

I don't know, but let's just add Dr. Fong's murder to her list.

And we'll figure out how to make it stick

- by the time we get to trial. - Okay.

Oh, oh, is this-- Is this thing on?

What? Blue?

- What's going on? - Get the amateurs on stage.

- Why? - Just do it.

Oh, oh, okay. Um...

Ladies, sorry for that, um, brief interruption.

Our VIP kings are cooking up something hot and smoky

for you, okay?

Just give me one minute, all right?

I'm gonna need you to come out with me.

The guys are passed out in the VIP room.

Some sort of gas or something. Help me get them out, man.

- Shit, let's go. - The fuck?

Guys are passed out in the VIP room.

Our amateur dancers. Here we go, guys.

They're gonna get you nice and wet and ready for our VIP kings,

so just hold on tight.

Where are you going?

Hold on tight, ladies!

Shit. Getting mine.

They're gonna warm it up for you.

♪ Touch it, touch it Touch my feet ♪

♪ Touch it, touch it Ain't nobody coming ♪

♪ Touch it, touch it

♪ Touch it, touch it You know you're supposed to ♪

♪ Touch it, touch it

♪ Touch it, touch it Wanna put my hands on you ♪

♪ Touch it, touch it

♪ Touch it, touch it Touch my feet ♪

♪ Touch it, touch it Ain't nobody coming ♪

♪ Touch it, touch it You know you're supposed to ♪

What the fuck is going on in here?

It looks like it's some type of gas.

In my club?

We gotta get everybody out, Blue!

Madam, it looks like it was contained to the VIP room.

- How the fuck did this happen? - I don't know.

Come on, Madam, we gotta get out of here.

- Stop, stop, stop! - We gotta get out of here.

I don't give a fuck about any-- Stop! Shit!

That's my money in here, nigga.

Amp! Amp!

No, Tommy, get the guys out first.

Baby, wake up. Amp, Amp! Amp!

What the fuck! What the fuck is going on?

Amp, Amp, Amp!

This is some bullshit. How is she gonna suspend me

after everything I've done for her?

These other niggas don't fucking deserve to be here.

Shit. They don't work as hard as me.

Shit.

Man, fuck! Shit, man.

Fuck it, then.

This sick motherfucker.

He better not have my shit up in here.

I know that.

Oh, this is good.

Oh, he a full-blown stalker!

Yeah, that is good. Oh, I got his ass now.

Quincy, Quincy, I got your ass.

♪ Touch it, touch it You know you're supposed to ♪

Oh, shit.

- Amp, are you sure you're okay? - Yes, Auntie. I'm okay.

- Are you okay? - I'm good. I'm good.

I'm not the one who got gassed. What about y'all?

We all right.

All right, look, these horny bitches in here

are gonna tear my club up

if y'all don't get back on that stage.

Yeah, we got you. I got you.

We all do.

All right. Take a minute. Just catch your breath.

And get back inside.

All right, fellas.

You need to explain to me what the fuck just happened.

Talk.

A targeted attack.

Probably retaliation from Concierge.

And how the fuck did that happen, huh?

How did he infiltrate my club again? Huh?

Them niggas are my money makers, okay?

I need you and Tommy to get your heads out of your fuckin' asses

and figure out a better way to secure my club.

Someone could've gotten killed.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Come on, Vicky.

Y'all gotta get your shit together.

You need to get your shit together.

Come on, Vicky.

She's dead.

♪ Fuckin' Robitussin

♪ I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah ♪

♪ Can't do Percocets or Molly ♪

♪ I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right ♪

♪ Baby, you can

♪ Ride it, ooh, yeah

♪ Bring it over to my place

♪ And you be like

♪ "Baby, who cares?"

♪ But I know you care

♪ Bring it over to my place

♪ You don't know what you did, did to me ♪

♪ Your body lightweight, speaks to me ♪

♪ I don't know what you did, did to me ♪

♪ Your body lightweight, speaks to me ♪

♪ I can make it hurricane on it ♪

Tommy and I took care of that package.

It's wrapped up in a blanket in the basement.

Good, for now.

When we close, I'm gonna need you to move it.

- Usual spot? - No, take her home.

I'm not following.

Listen to me.

Go to her locker and get her keys.

Drive her home. Leave her there.

I don't care if you put her in a bedroom, the floor,

or the bathroom. I don't give a fuck.

Just make sure it looks like it was a pleasant accident

that happened there and not in my club.

- Got it? - Yes, Madam.

Thank you.

You and the other tree people hidin' around here!

Y'all ain't fooling no-damn-body!

Damn, girl! Open your eyes!

There's pinecones coming out of that dancer's dick!

Listen, listen, listen, I'm gonna need you to calm

the fuck down or you're gonna have to leave.

Shit! Shit, they're coming! They're coming!

Okay, everybody, we're gonna get down, all right?

- On one, two-- - Three, bitch!

What the fuck? Clean this bitch up.

Call the ambulance.

She obviously high off of something.

- Get her arm. Now. - Excuse me, ladies.

Thank you, Fuego.

Please have a seat. Madam wants to talk to you.

- Okay. - To all of you.

Is this everybody?

Sorry, I'm late.

- Damn. - Thank you, Quincy.

Oh, wow. Okay.

- It was a good night. - Obviously.

You made more than Babyface.

Man, that's only because he was out there longer.

Because we was outside.

But he's an amateur and you are VIP.

Professionals don't make excuses, they make money.

Yes, Madam.

I want to thank all of you for rallying the way you did

this evening. I appreciate it.

I had to give away half my fucking bar,

but the ladies looked like they had a good time,

so I'm sure we'll make it up.

You know what they say? The show must go on.

You're right.

The most important part is that you guys are safe.

No one got hurt.

Now, there will be a repairman here tomorrow.

He will fix the gas leak so this won't happen again,

all right?

- Got you. - Yes, Madam.

All right, y'all have a good night.

Thank you, Madam.

What a shame.

All right, y'all. Good job, kid.

Night, baby.

Pick that paper up, boy.

Okay, I gotta bring this back to the office though first.

Yeah, we go this way.

- Night. - Goodnight.

Hello. What up? It's Midnight.

That fucking door better be open when I get there.

I'm on my way.

Toni, cut your shit.

Why did you really come back here?

What do you want?

I told you.

I came to collect my inheritance

and fix my relationship with Amp.

It's been too long since we've been a family.

And no one is promised tomorrow.

Oh, you knew that shit when you high-tailed it out

of here 10 years ago like your ass was on fire.

The situation was different then.

I was different then.

Allowing other people to control me

and keep me away from my family.

Look, I know it wasn't cool, but...

that's why I'm trying to be here now.

Hmm, mm-hmm.

Just... Just talk to Marilyn for me.

I want the three of us to get along.

What the fuck I look like talkin' to Marilyn for you?

Bitch, I don't like you either. I hate you.

- But you're here. - Oh, I came for the pie.

Carla, you know I could always see through your bullshit.

Look, I need you to help us with our sister.

Nah, save your breath.

I'm never gonna do that.

I'm never gonna talk to Marilyn for you. Never.

Not gonna happen, baby.

Okay, well, if that's how you feel.

It ain't about feelings, it's about facts.

And the facts are

you're a sneaky, snitching, conniving-ass bitch

and I'll never trust you.

You done burned a bridge, baby, don't try to cross it.

Hey, it's me.

There's a little resistance from my sisters,

but nothing I didn't expect.

Everything is going according to plan.

Soon Madam will be out of the picture

and you'll get everything you wanted all along.

Mm-hmm. Everything.

Now if you want to be conservative with your money,

I would suggest you put it in blue chip stock.

That's a very nice tip.

Don't move.

I'd hate to accidentally cut you.

Or would I?

♪ What would you wanna be

♪ I keep me a killer A gorilla ♪

♪ We bust it up Where you wanna be ♪

♪ Rock out on this bitch like my name Javante ♪

♪ Slide on nigga We put him on one way ♪

♪ He goin' to church Might be on a Sunday ♪

♪ Bein' in the field We had us a fun day ♪

♪ Might call it a motherfuckin' run day ♪

♪ We slide up on him one way But we hit him up on a Sunday ♪

♪ Yo, drop the location We finna to meet ♪

♪ I ain't goin' there We finna beef ♪

♪ No brother no body so we finna loot ♪