All language subtitles for Todos los hombre of Queen S04E15.en

Careful with your threats,
Madam.

Someone might believe you,

and they'll have to get you
for it.

Previously
onAll the Queen's Men...

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?

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?

Mr. Lovett.

Call your next witness.

Your Honor,

the defense calls
Marilyn Deville to the stand.

You got this, Madam.

Quiet down, please.

Please state your name
for the court.

Marilyn Deville.

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.

♪ 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 ♪

Ms. Deville.

Is it true

that you laundered money
for the Damascus family?

Yes.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. It's...

I only did it under duress.

Raphael Damascus threatened

to kill my entire family
if I didn't.

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.

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.

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--

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.

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.

I know.

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.

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.

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.

I couldn't think
of anything else

but to make up a story
about you raping me.

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.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Detective.

Thank you, Detective.

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.

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?
- 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.

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.

Really?

Huh.

So, you're telling me that you,

a supposed small business owner
with a guillotine,

had nothing to do with this?

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.

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.

Stay out of school zones.

I'll be there.

Take him out of here.

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!
- Withdrawn.

No further questions.

Prosecution rests.

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.

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?
- 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.

Hey, nah, come back.

Nigga, you drugging bitches?

What'd you say? Huh?

What the fuck is this?

I can explain this.

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.

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.

You seem more pensive today
than usual, Belinda.

Is there something else
on your mind?

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.

Not true.

You know who my boss is.

"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.
- 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?

Fine.

- You wanna talk?
- 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.

Hmm...

I do.

I wanna thank you.

I feel good.

I do.

I feel prepared for life.

- Okay.
- And that's because of you.

Okay.

Here it comes.

- Hey.
- 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!

Shit.

Mm.

What are you doing here?

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

I mean what the fuck, man?

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.

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.

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?

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

What the fuck happened
with Tandy?

- I let that bitch go.
- What?

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.

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.

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.

Mystery bitch.

Midnight. Trouble.

You up in ten.

Madam wants to see you.

All right.

Let's go.

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.

Come in.

Hey, Auntie.

- 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.

What the fuck going on with him?

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

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

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?

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.

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.

Wow.

I know.

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.

I feel stupid, man.

I'll fucking get.

You know I got you.

I love you.

- Thank you.
- Chin up.

Always.

♪ Anything for my baby ♪

♪ I'd do some crazy things
♪

♪ 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?

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.

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?

All right, fellas.
I'm outta here.

- All right, bro.
- You good?

- I'm good.
- You sure, 'Face?

I'm good, man.

Little big-headed ass.

I'm good, bro.

Man...

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.

Nigga, fuck you.

Be homeless then.

Dumbass nigga.

That's why you homeless.

Homeless!

Bum!

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.

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.

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.

Fuck you, man.

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

I'm done.

I hate you.

Well, so be it!

Shit.

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.

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.

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.

Did you hear
what the fuck I said?

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.

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?

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.

I can never do that
to my own child.

I know, baby.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

Let me... I just need a second.

- Of course.
- Yeah.

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."

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?

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.

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.

You so crazy.

Shut up, bitch!

Carla, what are you doing?