Original subtitles

Careful with your threats, Madam.

Someone might believe you,

and they'll have to get you for it.

[Amp] Previously onAll the Queen's Men...

[Big D] I told you that drone saw us, man.

We committed murder.

We can go to jail for life.

I'm the OG around this bitch.

How about I stay out your way

and you make sure you stay out of mine?

[Babyface] Yeah, you do that.

I'm so sorry I got you locked up.

It's all good. That's in the past.

I'm trying to move into the future with you.

Your advice is to run scared?

If we take a plea,

it means a lesser sentence for you.

What's lesser than nothing?

[Judge Walters] Mr. Lovett.

Call your next witness.

[tense music]

Your Honor,

the defense calls Marilyn Deville to the stand.

[audience cheering and clapping]

[Tommy] You got this, Madam.

Quiet down, please.

[suspenseful music]

Please state your name for the court.

Marilyn Deville.

[Bailiff] Ms. Deville, please raise your right hand.

Place your left hand on the Bible.

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Yes.

I do.

[theme 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 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?

[Lovett] Ms. Deville.

Is it true

that you laundered money for the Damascus family?

Yes.

Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

I'm sorry. It's...

I only did it under duress.

Raphael Damascus threatened

to kill my entire family if I didn't.

[Lovett] Do you have any reason to believe

he would make good on those threats?

Of course I do.

Everyone knows how powerful the Damascus family is.

[Lovett] So you agreed to work with Mr. Damascus,

even though you knew

his operation involved illegally obtained funds?

What choice did I have?

Look, I own a nightclub.

My business, it is profitable,

and my employees are paid very well,

but my entrepreneurial endeavors are no match

for Mr. Damascus' wealth,

or his power.

He could literally crush my entire business

in an instant.

Ms. Deville, surely you're exaggerating.

I wish I was.

The Damascus family's reach is extremely long.

They are connected internationally

and politically.

Raphael, he even has ties to the White House.

And I know this because he has taken me there,

and he introduced me to the president personally.

[people murmuring]

[judge strikes gavel]

[hip-hop music]

You leaving already?

I had to get it in early, man. Gotta hit Lennox Mall.

Get a fit for tonight.

You stay shopping.

Don't you got enough clothes?

Hey, man, it ain't never enough.

Whatever, man. Do you.

Yeah, always.

Sweet! I just had my pre-workout protein smoothie.

Double peanut butter with the bananas for potassium.

-Let's get it. -Yo, come here, come here.

You gotta look at this. I'm not crazy, bro.

-Look at this text. -Oh, shit!

-That's where- -[shushes him]

I know.

-I was there. -What do they want?

I don't know, man. They haven't said anything.

They just keep fucking with me.

-Did you text them back? -No.

I mean, I did, but I didn't go through it.

-They must have blocked me. -Fuck.

This some serious shit, man. It's scary.

I know.

What are we gonna do?

We? I ain't doing shit.

They texting you, not me.

I'm gonna lay low

till you figure out what they want.

Ain't no need in both of us stressing.

[hip-hop music]

[Toni gasps]

It all happened so suddenly, you know,

and I'm not really sure how to move on from the grief.

Take your time.

We don't have to rush through

any of Mr. Marks' legal documents until you're ready.

Thank you, Mr. Lamarsh.

I...

I really appreciate you coming to do this.

Of course.

I was Gene's attorney for the last ten years.

Part of me can't believe he's still gone.

I know.

You know,

me and Gene had grown

so close in such a...

a short period of time.

And, uh,

you think you have your whole life

ahead of you, and then...

Death is just so final. [sobbing]

[Lamarsh] I know.

[Toni] You didn't come here to see me cry.

I'm sorry.

Um...

I know that you're here

on business.

So, uh, Gene had, uh,

put me in his will.

Interesting.

What's interesting?

Nothing.

I just find it odd

that Gene wouldn't come to me directly

to change his will,

seeing as we would review and update it every year.

Oh, yes, yes, um...

Yes, he said something

about wanting to change it with you,

but then,

you know, he didn't...

he didn't get the chance to.

I know.

Um...

Everything seems in order.

And according to this section,

Mr. Marks is leaving everything to you,

including his nightclub.

Oh, God bless him.

Gene was such a generous man. I...

I'm truly gonna miss him.

You and me both.

So how long is it gonna take

for the transfer of ownership to go through?

I'll get on it.

Right away.

Yes.

[hip-hop music]

Man, bro, this don't feel right walking in here.

Trust me, man.

This is the best thing to do, all right?

Bro, what if they don't believe me?

Bro, don't worry about that.

You already did the hardest part by getting this shit on tape.

Now, all we got to do is go over here,

give her what you got,

and let the confession do the rest, nigga.

You have already done the work.

You got this, man. Come on.

Excuse me.

Detective Davis.

My friend here has to talk to someone.

[clears throat]

And what do you want?

I need some information

on a case of mine someone should be handling here.

Shit. Which one?

You've been in here so many times,

-I've lost count. -Ha, ha, ha.

Real fucking funny, Detective.

You know I'm talking about that bogus-ass rape case.

And I got proof that I didn't do it.

Is that so?

Yeah.

[Renee] I couldn't think of anything else

but to make up a story about you raping me.

[scoffs] Well, damn.

I guess this is something to be examined.

I'll find out who's handling your case

and I'll get them to look at it.

-[Midnight] Thank you. -Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Detective.

[Midnight] Thank you, Detective.

[hip-hop music]

Oh, Tandy.

Something's wrong with your door.

My key not working.

That's because I changed the lock's, Face.

Why?

Because I'm making some changes around here.

What are you talking about?

You don't live here anymore.

Look, whatever.

-Don't bullshit me, all right? -You don't. You don't.

[Quincy] Oh, shit.

What's good, old man?

You serious right now? You done moved this nigga in?

Well, actually, um,

his knees are good, so he moved himself in.

-So it's like that? -[Tandy] Yeah.

It's like that.

You not shit for this.

Actually, 'Face, you're a good trade-in.

I just wanted something younger.

A newer a model of what you used to be.

That's all.

Can I at least get my shit?

No worries. I got you, bro.

[drops box]

[hip-hop music]

[Rodds] Ms. Deville.

Why are you testifying here today?

Because I want everyone to know that I am innocent

of all of these charges.

Do you assert that you have told the truth on the stand so far

and that you will continue to do so?

Of course.

I have no other motive.

Speaking of motive,

you claim that you did all of these heinous acts

at the behest of Mr. Damascus.

Yes, that's correct.

Did Mr. Damascus coerce you

into sexually assaulting Frank Wilmont?

I have never in my life touched Frank Wilmont.

Did Mr. Damascus force you

to break Miss Phillips' nose?

Have you proven

that Miss Phillips' nose was ever even broken?

Because I had no assault charges filed against me, so...

Fair enough.

One more question.

Did Mr. Damascus force you

to murder his wife?

Objection, Your Honor.

Conjecture.

Overruled.

Please answer the question, Miss Deville.

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

[Rodds] Really?

Huh.

So, you're telling me that you,

a supposed small business owner with a guillotine,

had nothing to do with this?

[suspenseful music]

[audience gasps]

[judge strikes gavel] [Judge Walters] Order!

There will be order in my courtroom.

Perhaps he forced you

to sever her head and mail it to him!

-Objection, Your Honor! -Order!

-Objection! -Sustained. Sustained,

Counselor.

[Man] Now, you saw the titties on that bitch.

How the fuck I'm supposed to know she is 17, man?

Because you picked her up

around the corner from her high school, dummy.

That should have been a clue.

I always had a thing for teachers, shit.

I thought she was young amd ready to fucking party.

Hmm.

Well, drugging and having sex with underage girls

is considered rape,

so I think that your next teacher

is gonna be a guy

who's fucking your ass up the ass

while you're in prison.

Got me fucked all the way up.

Say this.

Uh...

Why would I care about anything you have to say?

Because, bitch, I can't go to fucking jail.

That's why.

What if I give you some of the names of my customers?

I don't give a damn about the junkies that you sell to.

I don't sell to junkies, bitch.

You wanna take down Madam, right?

Shit, I sell to her dancers all the time.

Oh, really? Like who?

Shit, Midnight.

That nigga put my kids through school.

Trouble?

Shit, she a motherfucking regular.

And Doc?

Shit, he always asking for fucking weed.

He asked for some PCP the other weekend.

Now, that's something that I could work with.

Okay, then.

So put my charges down to statutory.

Nah. Uh...

Have fun getting raped in prison.

Guys!

Hold on, bitch, you can't do this shit.

Put down your fucking phone, man.

Assaulting an officer,

-that's another 10 years. -I don't give a fuck.

I'll be out.

[Detective Davis] Stay out of school zones.

[Man] I'll be there.

Take him out of here.

[dramatic music]

You be buying PCP now, huh?

Hey, Nyema.

Uh...

Looks like you were right.

Can you please take that down? Please.

Why?

Disgusted by your own handiwork?

Objection, Your Honor! Badgering the witness.

Sustained.

Counselor, proceed cautiously.

Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Deville,

do you own a guillotine?

Yes, I do.

I'm a history buff.

And it's a conversation piece.

I also own an Egyptian sarcophagus

and a suit of armor from the Tudor period,

but I'd never use any of it.

Hmm.

How interesting.

Because when Detective Davis

and her team searched your home,

they found the sarcophagus.

And they found the suit of armor.

But they couldn't locate the guillotine.

Perhaps it's because there was evidence on it

that you didn't want us to find.

So you disposed of it.

Evidence like DNA

from Lotus Damascus' head.

-Objection, Your Honor! -[Rodds] Withdrawn.

No further questions.

Prosecution rests.

[dramatic music]

Anything else from the defense for this witness, Counselor?

The defense rests, Your Honor.

Oh.

Well, then we'll have closing arguments tomorrow.

Court is adjourned for today.

[strikes gavel]

Yeah, man, that shit was crazy as hell.

-I'll tell you something... -What the fuck?

-Oh, you crazy. -Man.

Look, I'ma call you right back.

-What's up with you? -[Trouble] What's good?

What you doing out here other than about to get fucked up?

Oh, you know, I gotta put in that little extra cardio

now that I'm in big VIP. Whoo, whoo!

Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah.

Matter of fact, congratulations about that, Trouble, for real.

-Thanks, Doc. -Like, real rap.

I know you've been working your ass off to get there,

-so I'm proud of you. -I appreciate it.

Yeah, for sure. You wanna run with me?

-Oh, yeah, for sure. -All right, let's get it.

All right.

I'ma leave your ass if you start lagging.

[Trouble] Hey, nah, come back.

Nigga, you drugging bitches?

[Doc] What'd you say? Huh?

What the fuck is this?

I can explain this.

[Trouble] No, I'm good.

Look, Trouble, let me talk to you.

-I'm listening. -I'ma be honest with you.

I did drug a chick.

But that's not something I do on the regular.

I did that shit for Madam.

Oh, shit, say less.

I know about having to do shit for Madam, so we good.

I can't believe this shit, man.

Yeah, well, we gotta handle this

before this shit get back to Eden.

So...

We gotta get the fuck out of here.

Yeah.

[unsettling music]

[hip-hop music]

[hip-hop music]

[Lovett] Calm down.

It's only a minor setback.

I have eyes, Lovett!

I saw how the jury reacted.

I can assure you it's not as bad as you think.

Them put that fucking picture up there?

That was bitch-ass move.

And you just sat there.

Madam, there was nothing I can do.

Then what the fuck am I paying you for, huh?

Fine.

Look,

as much as it pains me to say this,

you need to prepare for things not going our way tomorrow.

The fuck are you trying to say to me?

As your lawyer, I need to make you aware

that things may not go our way.

That the jury might come back with a guilty verdict.

Well, given your fucking incompetence, nigga,

I can see how that could be a possibility.

Of course.

Whatever the case,

I suggest you have your affairs in order.

I don't need to have shit in order,

because I'm not going to fucking jail.

Get your shit together, nigga. Let's go.

[hip-hop music]

You seem more pensive today than usual, Belinda.

Is there something else on your mind?

[suspenseful music]

When I first came here,

you told me that this was a safe place.

Mm-hmm.

I thought you were bullshitting me.

But I have, um...

I've told you things

that I've never even said out loud before.

You didn't even blink.

That's what I'm here for.

To help you process your emotions.

If you say so.

I'm not having any more PTSD episodes.

That's great.

And you're finally admitting to the PTSD.

That's growth, girl.

Maybe you cured me.

I'm happy to help.

And I definitely see your progress.

But I need you to understand

that therapy is not a one-time cure-all.

All right?

I get it. Gotta do the work.

Good.

So, when do you want to schedule your next session?

Actually, uh...

This is going to be my last visit.

But you're doing so well.

Why stop now?

'Cause you're gonna die.

I don't understand.

You know way too much.

I only know what you've told me.

And I am legally bound not to say anything.

[clicks tongue]

Not true.

You know who my boss is.

[fake accent] "She is a very attractive woman." Hm?

I may have dug a little deeper into your life,

but it was only to help you.

And we both know

you're gonna take the information that you found,

take it down to the authorities.

I'm not going to anyone, okay?

You want me to believe that?

That you ain't gonna talk to Detective Davis?

Concierge?

I don't know any of those people, Belinda.

Okay? You're...

-You're spinning out right now. -Blue!

Stop calling me Belinda.

-My name is Blue. -[Dr. Cabrera] Okay.

Okay, Blue. Okay.

I need you to just take some deep breaths.

Okay?

And let's talk, all right? Talking is good.

We can talk some more.

Okay?

[suspenseful music]

Fine.

-You wanna talk? -[Dr. Cabrera] Yes.

I've killed 137 people.

Some with my sniper rifle.

Some with a knife.

Some with my bare hands.

You make 138.

See,

I can't risk you connecting me to Madam.

I would protect her and Eden with my life.

I'm sorry.

Please, Blue. You don't have to do this.

[Dr. Cabrera crying]

[Blue] Hmm...

I do.

I wanna thank you.

I feel good.

I do.

I feel prepared for life.

-[shakily] Okay. -And that's because of you.

Okay.

Here it comes.

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[hip-hop music]

[hip-hop music]

-[Dime] Hey. -[Amp] Hey.

How you doing?

I didn't know that you were here.

No, I just got back.

How was your day?

It was a little crazy,

but I'm gonna tell you about it when I get back.

I gotta use the restroom.

Ooh!

[ethereal music]

[laughs]

Shit.

[laughs]

Mm.

[laughs]

[hip-hop music]

What are you doing here?

[suspenseful music]

Is there something you would like to tell me, Blue?

Why this nigga got a gun on me?

'Cause you're running around all secretive.

Not telling us where you've been.

Fuck you, nigga. I ain't got to tell you shit.

Fuck you.

You shady, backstabbing-ass bitch.

Tommy,

I know how this might look to you.

And I know you have Madam's best interest.

Saw that bigfoot motherfucker following me?

Only matter of time till he knew where I was going.

Look, Blue,

you don't have to explain anything

to Tommy, okay?

But I did think you would say something to me.

What's going on in this building?

Hmm?

I'd rather not say.

Wow.

[laughs]

Okay.

So, um...

That makes me very fucking uneasy.

Of all people,

I thought that you and I...

I thought we trusted each other.

We can.

I don't feel like we can, Blue.

Fuck, this shit changes everything.

[tense music]

Fine.

I'm seeing a therapist.

Therapist?

Oh, shit. Why the fuck didn't you say nothing?

You know I love self-help shit.

Well, Tommy had your ass turning State's Evidence.

-Jealous motherfucker. -No, no, no.

Don't do that.

You have been moving very fucking weird lately.

You have to admit that.

All right.

It's not something...

It's not something that I wanna admit to.

That I'm having issues.

I don't wanna say that to my boss.

I'm so embarrassed.

Blue, there is nothing wrong

with getting help if you need it.

At all.

Hello, pot talking to the kettle?

[chortles]

All right, let me rephrase that.

There is nothing wrong with you getting help.

-Hmm... -If you need it.

Okay.

So this little doctor...

What do they know?

You don't have to worry about it, Madam.

Because I would never betray you.

[suspenseful music]

I know. I know.

But just in case...

Do we need to go and talk to your therapist?

Have a little conversation?

Hmm?

Unfortunately, she just passed away.

My condolences.

Let's go.

Never pull a gun out on me, nigga.

[Madam] I mean what the fuck, man?

[rap music]

[rap music]

[car passes by]

[hip-hop music]

[hip-hop music]

Excuse me.

Bye. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

What is you doing?

No, question is, what are you doing?

Get out of here with that bullshit.

No, look, you're my man now.

I don't want you entertaining

with any of these other girls in here, okay?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

This is my fucking club.

I decide who stays and who leaves.

You leave.

Now!

The fuck.

Excuse me. Ma'am, I'm sorry.

You can come back.

Show this woman some special attention

for that bitch interrupting her dance.

[hip-hop music]

[pulsating bass from club]

[Trouble] Damn, nigga, you in here shaving?

Why don't you do that shit at home?

Mind your damn business. I shave where I wanna shave.

Yeah, all right.

If you wanna look like a homeless person,

be my guest.

[Doc] Damn, 'Face, you here early.

You're usually the last one.

Yeah, because Tandy don't never wanna let that dick go.

Man, fuck Tandy.

Oh shit! What's up?

[chuckling]

Nigga, what's good? Why are y'all so quiet?

What the fuck happened with Tandy?

-I let that bitch go. -What?

-[snickers] -What happened?

I got tired of fucking her.

Yeah, that's like some good old bullshit.

Ain't no way you giving up them fancy-ass sheets

and thick-ass robes.

And doesn't she have a bed that vibrate?

It don't matter,

'cause I'm not over there no more.

Nigga, you arehomeless.

[laughter]

I'm not homeless.

OK, my bad. I think they calling it what?

Unhoused now? OK.

Hey, Trouble, fuck you.

All right? I got somewhere to live.

-I always land on my feet. -Yeah?

Where'd you land?

I got a new sponsor.

Of course,

because getting your own place is too responsible.

[laughter]

[Babyface] Anyway, look.

She bad, she get wetter, and she fuck better than Tandy.

Who? Is she a regular?

No, you don't know her.

Yeah, nigga, and neither do you.

[laughter]

[Midnight] Mystery bitch.

[Blue] Midnight. Trouble.

You up in ten.

Madam wants to see you.

All right.

[ethereal music]

[indistinct chatter]

Let's go.

[ethereal music]

Nigga, it's a little-ass Yorkie.

I don't care, Madam.

I don't like anything making sudden moves around me

unless it's a woman.

And even then, that's iffy.

Tommy, this is a phone.

Madam, you seen that new 5G technology?

It makes it look real. You see them beady eyes?

Makes no fucking sense.

[knocking on the door]

Come in.

Hey, Auntie.

-[Madam] Hey. -Wanted to see me?

Yeah, Tommy, let me have the room.

Here, take my phone. Here.

And watch the video until the end.

They're cute.

[Tommy breathing heavily]

What the fuck going on with him?

[laughs]

I'm trying to help Tommy conquer his fear of small dogs.

-Tommy too big for that shit. -Yes, he is.

[Amp] What's up?

That's not what I called you in here for, though.

We need to talk.

All right. What's up?

Have a seat.

"Have a seat."

Now you're making me nervous.

It's about your mother.

All right.

What's she do?

[sighs]

There is no easy way for me to say this,

so I'm not even gonna try to sugarcoat it.

Toni is a greedy, backstabbing-ass bitch.

Yeah.

All right, um...

What she do, Auntie?

She's trying to take my club.

What? That don't make sense.

I mean, she was just on me the other day about

how vulgar the shit was that I was doing.

Yeah, well, apparently she likes the money.

It's the real reason why she came to Atlanta.

Okay. So she came to Atlanta for her inheritance,

and for me, right?

No.

She never planned on staying

after she got control of my club.

[pensive music]

Hmm.

I know.

How'd you hear it?

Doc overheard her talking to Gene Marks

at Mattie B's.

Apparently, they have been planning this

for quite some time.

[soft dramatic music]

Wow.

I know.

[chuckles]

So she didn't come here to mend our relationship?

Look, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You good, Auntie.

Um...hm.

Just thought you should know.

We both know who the sorry one is.

Yeah, thank you and, um...

Thank you.

Thank you, Auntie.

[soft dramatic music]

[voice breaking] I feel stupid, man.

I'll fucking get.

You know I got you.

I love you.

-Thank you. -Chin up.

Always. [sniffs]

[crowd screaming and cheering]

[ 3wayby Teyana Taylor playing]

? Anything for my baby?

? I'd do some crazy things [yeah]?

? So whatever he want, He can get that?

? Long as I like, we can hit that?

? Hoes, we don't love 'em, no?

? Soon as we done, she leavin' right out the door?

? If you can keep our freaky secret?

? On the down low?

? We can have a special thing going on, whoa?

? Three-way?

? I couldn't wait to have with you?

? 'Cause I know it turn you on So let's do it, babe?

? 'Cause two heads are better than one?

? Three-way?

? I couldn't wait to have with you?

? 'Cause I know it turn you on?

? I had to do it, babe?

? 'Cause two heads are better than one [one, one]?

? I'ma take off my skirt?

? Then she gon' touch me right there?

? Then it's gon' be your turn?

? So, baby, don't you be scared?

? We gon' need all of your lovin'?

? Whatever you got to give?

? You was talkin' and shit?

? Time to get up in them ribs tonight?

? I told you I'ma ride 'til I die?

? Three-way?

? I couldn't wait to have with you?

? 'Cause I know it turn you on?

? So let's do it, babe?

? 'Cause two heads are better than one [one, ooh]?

Madam, can I talk to you for a second?

What is it now?

[pulsating bass from club] [women cheering]

I love what you did with your hair.

Looks nice.

How long have I known you?

You have never complimented my hair.

What the fuck do you want?

All right, real talk, Madam. I need a loan.

[scoffs] Wait.

I'm obviously not hearing shit right

'cause I thought you just said you needed a loan.

Look, Madam, you heard right.

I don't need nothing too big.

Just something to carry me over so I can get on my feet.

Well, what about Tandy?

Me and her parted ways.

Okay.

Well, I know

you haven't been making that much money

considering your fucked-up knee, but, uh...

You definitely make

"I don't need to ask my boss for a loan" money.

I know, Madam,

but child support payments been eating me up.

Nigga, the only thing you pay is child support.

You don't have any other bills.

But you know it take a lot to look this good.

'Face, there is not a bitch that comes in here

that gives a fuck about what you're wearing.

They wanna see you naked.

You can save that shit for somebody else.

So you're not gonna help me out?

No, I'm not.

Because if you do,

you're gonna fuck around and waste it.

And then I'ma end up feeling bad

for having to put a gun to your head.

Shit, who am I fooling? I ain't gonna feel bad.

But still, the answer is no.

So what am I supposed to do?

Figure it the fuck out.

I don't know.

You a grown-ass man, 'Face.

Get out of my... Go, go.

Come in here, ask me for a loan.

Are you crazy?

[pulsating bass from club]

[Babyface] All right, fellas. I'm outta here.

-All right, bro. -You good?

-[Babyface] I'm good. -You sure, 'Face?

I'm good, man.

Little big-headed ass.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm good, bro.

[suspenseful music]

[sighs] Man...

[suspenseful music]

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Hey, you good?

What'd it look like?

Nigga!

I see the pillow.

I know you sleeping in your car.

You don't know shit.

Come on, 'Face. Be real with me.

Look, I'm just sleeping here for the night, man, all right?

I got somewhere to be in the morning.

Look, if you need a place to stay tonight,

you can sleep on my couch.

Hell no.

See these heated seats?

See this leather?

I rather be here than sleep in your dirty-ass apartment.

[Trouble] Nigga, fuck you.

Be homeless then.

Dumbass nigga.

That's why you homeless.

Homeless!

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[Trouble] Bum!

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Amp.

Hi. Good to see you.

Too bad I can't say the same.

W-what are you talking about?

Stop pretending, man.

Please?

I know you didn't come back here for me, all right?

-No- -No, no, no, please.

It was all about the money for you, wasn't it?

You said, "Hey, I wanna come back here,

and I wanna repair our relationship,"

but the truth is

you still do not give a fuck about me.

[Toni] Amp, that is not true.

That is not true. What...

What has she been telling you?

What kind of lies has she been spreading?

She will say anything to get you to hate me.

Please.

Please.

-Please! -You have to-

No, I don't have to listen to you, man!

I'm tired of listening to you! Every time I listen to you,

I get fucking hurt!

Damn!

The only person telling lies here is you!

Amp, listen to me.

Don't. Touch. Me.

[suspenseful music]

All right, fine.

You want the truth?

Finally.

So what?

So what if I did come for Eden?

I deserve it just as much as she does.

Why the fuck do you think that you deserve, Eden?

You ain't do shit.

You didn't even protect me.

Madam is the only one who did that,

and Madam is the only one who put her money

and everything into their club to make it what it is.

I am sick and tired of hearing about Madam!

Madam!

You think your auntie is the only one

that can build a successful business in this family?

Well, she's not.

I would have been in the same position right now.

If I didn't spend my time sacrificing to raise you!

And spent time focusing on me.

We both see how well that turned out.

[suspenseful music]

Fuck you, man.

You've never been a mother, and...

I'm done.

I hate you.

Well, so be it!

Shit.

[hip-hop music]

Hi. Here. I'll give you one of these.

Stay alert, all right? Spread the news.

Here you go.

The fuck is this about?

I think it's pretty self-explanatory.

You can't go around here accusing people of shit

that they did not do.

All right?

You can get sued for shit like that.

You know what else you could get sued for?

Drugging people.

I told you for the last time, I didn't fuckin' drug you.

I really wish you would stop gaslighting me.

I know you're lying. Detective Davis told me

you bought PCP from one of her informants.

[suspenseful music]

Look,

Nyema, this is all just a misunderstanding, all right?

-Can we talk about it? -No!

I don't wanna hear it.

Tell it to whatever god you pray to.

I'm going to Eden,

and I'm gonna hand out these flyers

to every woman I see.

-You don't wanna do that. -The hell I don't!

They need to know what could happen to them

if they go into that club.

Here, take a flyer.

Be warned. Spread the news, okay.

Okay, be careful out there.

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Excuse me.

Madam.

How can I help you?

-I'm Frank Wilmont. -I know who you are.

You also know my wife, Lola Wilmont?

She's missing.

She hasn't been home in days, and when I try her cellphone,

it goes straight to voicemail.

Well, that's too bad.

Have you filed a missing persons report?

No.

But I know you had something to do with it.

You don't know shit.

Well, I know you've ruined my life.

And probably...

...murdered my wife.

Back the fuck up.

And I'ma make you pay.

Yo, back the fuck up

or I'll put my fist in your slick-ass mouth.

Go on about your day.

This isn't over.

[Blue] Did you hear what the fuck I said?

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[hip-hop music]

Okay, um...

So it's probably best that I just spit it out.

So here we go. Um...

So, Amp, I'm pregnant.

Nope. Nope. Not it.

Um...

Ah, shoot.

[blows out air]

Uh, Amp, you are...

I have something to tell you.

I slept with Big D, and now I'm pregnant.

I don't know if it's yours or if it's his.

Shit. Shit.

Um...

No, I can't say that. I can't say that either.

Um...

Um...

Amp, I'm pregnant.

And you might be the father.

Okay. Not bad.

Not bad.

Oh, I... Hey, I... Hey, I need to talk to you.

Hey.

Babe, are you okay?

[soft, tender music]

No.

Babe... What's wrong?

Um...

My mother...

Toni...

...now said that, um,

she was coming to repair our relationship.

But she wasn't.

Yo, I was the only one trying, and she was, um...

Oh, man.

She was, as always, she was lying.

I'm so tired, babe.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

I'm really sorry.

How could you hurt your seed like that, man?

I know. I know. I know. I know.

[Amp] I can never do that to my own child.

[soft, tender music]

I know, baby.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

Let me... I just need a second.

-Of course. -[Amp] Yeah.

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[Toni] So what?

You came to take more measurements?

About that.

You got a minute to talk?

About what, Carla? About what?

You're right.

We shouldn't be fighting.

You know, Cadillac gave you the restaurant.

It's yours.

Besides, you know, Daddy, he wouldn't want us fighting.

No. No, he wouldn't.

He always wanted us to get along.

Yeah. You know, he'll be saying,

"All right, now, be nice to your sister.

"You never know when you might need something.

Might need a kidney or a lung."

[laughter]

Well, he sounds just like that, too.

But, you know, he had a point.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, you been by Madea's neighborhood

since you've been back?

No, no, I've been too busy, you know?

You should see it. It's changed a lot.

We should go for a ride.

-I like that. That'd be cool. -Yeah?

Yeah, they can hold it down in there for a while.

Okay.

Go down that little curb where we used to schmoke?

[laughter]

You wild.

You know I don't do nothing like that no more.

No, whatever. Get in, so I'll drive.

-I'll drive. -All right, all right, cool.

[Carla] Okay. My keys.

-What you doing? -You see my keys in there?

They in there?

Oh, yeah. You left them in the ignition.

Oh, okay. Cool.

All right.

Hey, buckle in, because, you know,

I'ma have to do a high-speed getaway.

[laughter]

You so crazy.

Shut up, bitch!

Carla, what are you doing?

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