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- Got a job yet?

- Nuh-uh, I'mma
start looking today.

- Hey, hey!
Break it up! Are you okay?

- Y'all bitches crazy.
- I got her.

- No, no, no, no.
- You got who?

- No, I got this.
I want this one.

- Yo.

- Doc, you know that
she killed Allen.

- What did I tell you
about calling me

when you're
smoking that shit?

- Thank you, Fuego.
- Sure thing.

- And here you go.

- Thank you.
Have a good night.

- Here's where I'm at.

-- And you, Face?
-- Thank you, Madam.

- Uh uh, wait.

You were in VIP for a
long time the other night.

And you were low.
What happened?

- It's a long story, Madam.
- Okay, I got time.

- Can we talk about it tomorrow?

- All right. But you gonna
tell me what I need to know.

And tell Ms. Patty
that she's spending

too much time with you, okay?
- I will.

-All right.
- See you.

- And you want her to
represent you with your daddy?

- Look, I have not
talked to her yet, okay?

And I have not made a decision.

- You know you can
get a high-powered lawyer.

- I know what the
fuck I can do, Blue.

- Shit, you screwing one.

-I was.
I'm not anymore, okay?

I got this.

- You know I'm just
looking out for you.

- I know.

- The money's still in there.

- It's good, Blue.

- Blue, everybody
on this side of town

knows not to fuck with
me or my money, okay?

I'm good.

- You gotta do something
with it, Madam.

-I know, okay? I know.

But we can't move it right now.

- Why not?
- I got this.

Let me handle this, all right?
It's my play.

- All right.

- Come in!

- Hey.
- How are you doing, Madam?

Got some extra cash for you.
- Thank you.

Ms. Tandy says she want to come
by and talk to you tomorrow.

- How's Ms. Tandy doing?
- Paid.

- Just like I like it.
-You already know.

-Where's Doc?
- He in the locker room.

- All right, go ahead.
- I'll go get him.

- Mm-mm. Go ahead, Midnight.

Thank you.
- Thank you, Madam.

- He's been acting
strange all day.

I got it.

Now this motherfucker better
get a stomach for the real shit,

I know that.

- Put that money up.

- Hey. You cashing out?

- Yeah.
- All right.

- I need to talk to you.
-What's up?

- Tina called and,
uh, was talking funny.

- Funny how?

- Just saying that you
killed Allen and stuff.

- She did?
- Yeah.

She tried to get me
to say it, but...

I think she trying
to set you up.

- I thought I told you
to talk to that bitch.

- I did.

- Well, obviously
she didn't hear you.

- All right.
I'll go back over there.

- No, I got it.

I'll go have a
conversation with her.

- Yes, Madam.

- Look, this is my mess.
Let me go talk to her.

- I got it. I got it, okay?
Get your shit and go home.

- Thanks, Madam.

- Mm-mm.
You gotta cash out, brah.

- I'm--I'mma leave
it on her desk.

- What you think?

- I think I hate when
a bitch tries me.

Come on.
Handle this bitch.

- There he is. Yeah.

- What's up, man?
- Yo.

How you sleep last night?

- I slept all right.
- You sure?

You was having a
nightmare last night.

- What? No, I wasn't.
- Yeah.

Who was Shannon?

- What you say?
- Some chick named Shannon.

- No. No, man.

-Yeah, it was
really real in your sleep.

- Bro. Would you do me a favor
and not be watching me

while I'm trying
to fucking sleep, a'ight?

- Shit, I wasn't watching you.
We're in the same room.

- Just mind your
business, a'ight?

- Yo. Yo.
- What?

- What happened to you in there?
- What you talkin' 'bout, man?

- Man, shit, you worse than
all of 'em around here.

You don't trust shit, do you?

- No.

- So what happened in there?

- Same thing happened
to everybody, a'ight?

What are you sayin'?

- Oh shit, you got raped!
- Yo, fuck you, dog.

- I'm just playing, man, my bad.
- Yeah, it's always your bad.

- For real, look.
Man, listen to me.

- What? Yo, chill.
- We gettin' to know each other.

Half of these motherfuckers
goin' back to jail.

You and me the only
ones with hope.

That's why I'm on you, man.
Shit, come on!

I think you cool as shit.
Look at you.

I mean, shit, I feel
like I know you, man.

- You don't know me, dog.

Yo, how the hell you know we got
all this hope you talkin' about?

- Nigga, look at you.

Look at me! I know it.

- Okay.
-I'm telling you.

- I hear you.

- Speaking of, did you
think about what I said?

- You said a lot of shit.
The fuck you talkin' 'bout?

- Come on, man, about the club!

- A'ight, a'ight, look, yes.
Damn, I'mma call my aunt.

- You are?
- And I'm gonna go work there.

- Nigga, when we start?
- Yo, I said I, not we.

- What about me?

- If she has some openings, I'll
try to hook you up, all right?

- Thank you, man.

This damn dishwashing
shit ain't it.

- Bro--
- Man, look at my hands.

- I get you. All right?
- You ain't even look.

- I said I get you.
- All right, thanks. I owe you.

- Nah, hey, you don't owe
me nothing man, all right?

- Nah, I do.
- Nah, you don't.

'Cuz when you owe something,

niggas want to collect
something.

- I--I'd never do that.
- Yeah, okay.

- Has Bill been giving you shit?
- I ain't met that nigga yet.

- Nah?
- Nah.

- All right.
- All right.

- So when you wanna
call your aunt about me?

- Bruh!
- So when you gonna..

- I'm outta here.
- Call her! Man!

- Chill out.
- All right, all right.

Damn.

Motherfucker.

- I'm cool.
Yo, uh, getting settled in.

Been job hunting. Nah, no luck.

Not with my record.
I can't even get an interview.

That offer still stand? Okay.

I'll meet you there later.
Nah, I'll walk.

Um, it's been a while since

I've been able to walk
anywhere on my own.

All right, thanks.

- Mm-hmm. Okay.

I'll see you there.

All right, bye.

- Hey.
- So, what you got for me?

- The police were
there all night.

- Mm-hmm. Really?

- Yeah.
- Mmkay.

Well, are you sure
you scrubbed it clean?

- Oh yeah, I had the
cleaner come through.

And you know he
don't leave shit.

Not a hair, not a
bloodstain, fucking nothing.

- Yeah, that motherfucker
don't leave oxygen in the room.

He got it.
-Don't worry.

- Oh, I'm not worried.
Do I look worried, hm?

But that bitch Tina,
she needs to be worried.

- Yeah?

- So this bitch
actually snitched?

- Nah, nah, nah.
- How the fuck they find out?

- Kat is outside.
- Your Kat?

- Madam, please, come on, man.

- Look at you!

- Look at me what?
- You blushing!

- I don't blush.
- Yes, you do.

- I don't blush.

- She puttin' that
thing on you, huh?

- I put the thing on.
I'm not--

whatever,
man, I'll go get her.

-Always starting
something, man.

- Yeah?
- Hey, Madam!

How do you like
that black outfit?

- I mean, it fits right.
It's cute.

And you know, Gabriel,

I'm gonna need about
four or five new outfits.

Bring them to the club.

- You're wearing Dolce, bitch.

- Well bitch, you know
I like to change a lot.

-Bitch,
I put you up on game...

I dress you!
I'll put you up on game.

-You know me.

I never know when I'm gonna get
my clothes sweaty or bloody.

-You the only person
I know that makes bloody shoes

bloody shoes!

- Just make sure I have
some nice shit, okay?

- Fine. Fine!
- Goodbye.

Hey, Kat.
- Hey.

- Atlanta's finest.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Tell her how your
folks found out.

- Anonymous tip.

- No
such a thing, okay?

- I'm trying to find
out at the department.

- You do that.

- Well, I gotta get
over there, so--

- All right, well, thank you.
And will I see you later?

- You gonna have to get
something other than them dudes

if you want me to
come up in there.

-Shit, I keep
trying to tell her that.

- Okay. I will keep that
in mind.

I'll see you later.
- All right.

- And thank you.

Look how you lookin'
at her ass!

-What am I
not supposed to do? Look?

- Bye, ladies!

- Marcus.
Would you like anything?

- I'm good. Thank you.

You said you don't have a lot of
time, so we can get right to it.

- I have a couple
of properties in mind

that I'd like to look at.

Not right now, but soon...
I wanna open another nightclub.

- You're selling Eden?
- No. No.

It's actually
the perfect time to expand.

- Ah, your queendom.

- Exactly.
- All hail.

- It will be twice
the size of Eden.

- How does Allen feel
about this new venture?

- Oh, he won't be partnering
with me on this one.

Just me.
- I see.

- Everything that I do
from here on out,

I do on my own.

- I do need to make sure
that everything is in place.

Every "i" dotted,
every "t" crossed.

And that, Marcus,
that's where you come in.

- Well!

- As my attorney.

We're gonna need to have
the same kind of documentation

we had in place for Eden.
- Mm-hmm.

- Liquor license,

building and remodeling
permits from the city.

And you realize a bigger club
means a larger insurance policy

for the building
and for the employees.

- Understood.

- I'm happy for you, Madam.
- Thank you.

- And as always, I
appreciate your discretion...

and attention to detail.

- Now, you know that
is the only way I work.

And there are some other details

I would really like
to pay attention to

sometime soon, Madam.

- Well, then, I'll be in touch.
- Talk soon.

- Hello, sir.

- Nobody's home.

- Who the fuck are you?

- I'm sorry.
The door was open.

- No, it wasn't.
Now, who the fuck are you?

- I'm a friend of
your sister, Marilyn.

- So what, you here to serve me?

- Ma'am?
- Or what, beat my ass?

You tell that bitch that
she is not taking my father

up out this house, you got that?
- Yes, ma'am.

-Well, you
let her know it.

She might have enough money to
bribe everybody else out there,

but she ain't got
enough money for me.

'Cuz I know shit.
I know plenty shit.

- I'm sure, ma'am.
- Yeah, yeah, shit.

Now, this my daddy too.

She always wanting
to put him in a home,

but he got a goddamn
home right here with me!

And you let her know that.
- I see.

- She want to send you
up in here in my house,

I'm not gonna keep playing
these games with that bitch.

She wanna go gutter,
she gonna end up in one.

She got the right bitch.
Now, you tell her that!

- I'll have to explain
that to your sis--

- No, no, no, no, no.

Now, you get your
ass out of my house.

You got the message.
Go deliver it.

You all right, Daddy?

- Of course, ma'am.

- This bitch is crazy.

- Quick update. I've been
keeping an eye on Roman.

I know he still hasn't paid
you that money he owe you.

- Is he still in
town or did he skip?

- He's still here.

He's either at
home, at the casino,

or some private poker
game out in Buckhead.

- All right. Stay on him.

Do you want me to, uh,
take one of the guys over there

and send him a reminder?
Or worse?

- Ooh, I would love
that, but...not right now.

Not with the heat
I'm starting to get.

- Heat?
- I'm not worried, okay?

They have nothing.
But for now...Roman can wait.

- Okay. I'll sit tight.

I'mma keep an eye
on him, though.

But, won't move
unless you say so.

- Good. We will tend
to Roman, all right?

Just not right now.

- Yeah, I was just
looking at her.

Keep an eye on her
from a distance.

Let you know when I
think it's time to move.

- Gotcha, Boss.
Standing by for Daddy duty.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Well, you will be happy to
know that my nephew said yes.

- Nephew?
- Are we still acting

like you don't know
who I'm talking about?

We doing that?
- Hm, . Him.

- Yeah, him.
Him will be here tomorrow.

And I want you to
show him the ropes.

- Really?
- Yes.

What, do you not want to?

- Fine, ah, I am just not
interested like you think.

- Okay.
- I'm not.

- All right.
- Oh, okay.

Whatever, girl.

He's a good guy, all right?
- Okay, if you say so.

- I know so.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'll be in my office.
Thank you.

- It's gonna be 500.

I told her, "You want
me to pick you up?

Guess what, it's gonna be fine."

- What the--

- I know that ain't no
motherfucking junior dancer

walking to the back.

- Is this nigga pissing?

- Yo bitch ass
do know junior dancers

go on the other side, right?

- Nigga, you can't hear?

- What's going on?

- He walked his
bitch ass up in here.

- Hey, uh uh, stop.

When you start making
this kind of money,

then you can come on this side.

Until then, take your
ass on the other side.

Thank you.

-Do that shit
again and I'mma fuck you up.

- Face, calm down.

It's not even that
serious, okay?

It's a mistake.

You all ready for roll call?
-Yes, ma'am.

- Move, Fuego. I know your ass

didn't bring
those fucking donuts in here.

That shit ain't money, okay?

We here to make
money, eat later.

- I know.
-Thank you.

- I'm sorry.

And you know we
still need to talk.

- Yes, Madam.

- Why you ain't dressed?
What the fuck is wrong with you?

- I'm good.

- What the fuck is wrong?
- Nothin'.

- All right.
You'll tell me.

Where is Doc?

Look, get y'all's
shit together, okay?

Let's get out here
and get this money.

- Yes--
- Yes, Madam.

- Madam?
- Hm?

- Little fat man is here.
He wants to talk.

- Let him in.

-Piece?

You'll get it back
when you leave.

- Gene...
- Madam.

Good to see you.

Think we can talk
alone for a minute?

- I think you should get to
the reason why you're here.

Time is money.

- Okay, I'll cut straight to it.

I wanted to give you an
opportunity to reconsider.

- Why would I do that?

- I've been working on this
huge multi-property deal.

I want you to be a part of it.

You gotta admit,
we were a good team.

And this place is
the final piece.

- I need you.

I need you to get on board.

- This is a fuckin' joke, right?

You have
to be kidding me.

- Look, I know you all up
in your feelings about

what happened before.

We don't need to
go down this road.

We got history.
We can make this work.

Look, I'll go through the books,

figure out what I owe you
from before, and we can--

- No, you won't. You won't.

And you don't even
believe that shit.

That's the same lame-ass
line you gave me before.

The only difference is
now, Gene, I'm the boss.

And what I say goes.

And I say no. Period.

- See, this?

This is exactly what
I'm talking about.

That old angry
Black woman syndrome.

Maybe Allen can talk
some sense into you.

Sometimes you women get
all caught up emotionally

over business matters.

That's why you usually don't
make good business partners.

It's all that estrogen.

- And there he goes.

Same old Gene.

Little fat male chauvinist.

- Madam...you don't wanna
start this war with me.

- I'm not starting it.
I'm winning.

Now, I think it's time
for you to get the fuck out.

Stop wasting my time, Gene.

- I'm not done talking.

- You heard her.
It's time to go.

- What? I'm supposed to be
afraid of

your little lesbian muscle
over here?

- Oh, don't be afraid,
Gene, be smart.

- You know, I really don't feel
like breaking a sweat tonight.

She said what she said. Leave.

You been asked multiple
times to leave the premises.

You are now trespassing.

You have 30 seconds
to leave the building,

or you'll be treated
as a burglar.

See? I gotta make sure
that there's a record of you

being asked to leave.

That way, in case I
have to shoot you, Gene--

which I would enjoy--
I won't go to jail.

- This ain't over.

- For your sake, it better be.

Don't get buried out back.

Now get the fuck out
of my club, Gene.

-I see why you can't
stand that motherfucker. Shit!

You know he hates it when you
call him that little fat man.

- I do.

Why do you think
I keep doing it?

Fuck him.
- I am here for it.

Motherfucking girl boss.

- All hail the queen.

-It's about to get
hot up in here tonight, okay?

And the fellas
are gonna be on the floor

dancing for your pleasure.

- Come to sugar mama,
baby, down here.

Yes. Mm.

- Ooh, yes! Ooh!

You know how I like it.

Come one, put some umph into
this, baby.

What you doing?

- Good evening, Ms. Patty.
- Hey!

- Do you mind if I borrow
Babyface for just a second?

He'll be back.

- Okay.
- Come here.

- What the fuck is going
on with that, Face, huh?

Your ass would've been there all
night if I didn't rescue you.

- I mean, I give her extra
attention here and there,

and she is extra
generous financially.

- Don't bullshit me.

What the fuck is going on?

- All right, she pays
for my car, my apartment.

Shit, extra cash when I need it.

- Do you have to jump
when she says jump?

Look, now, you can continue
being miserable as a kept man,

or you can start to
pay your own way.

You are too old for this shit.

- I know. I don't really know
how to do anything else.

- I can throw you
in the private parties

with the rest of the guys.

You will make more than enough
money to take care of yourself.

- All right.

I'll end things
with her tomorrow.

- Why wait?
- Honestly?

I have clothes and
stuff at her place,

and I don't want her to
bleach or burn my things.

You know that bitch crazy.

- I know. All right.

I'm glad that that's settled.

Go out there and
make us some money.

Hey, let her down easy, okay?

She is one of my regulars
and I do want her coming back.

- Gotcha.
- Go make some money.

- You know that
shit ain't allowed.

- Sorry, Madam.

- You good?
- Yeah. I'm good.

- Have you seen her?
- No.

I ain't no weak-ass nigga.

Just watching that shit

splattered all over
the damn wall...

That was his fucking
brains getting blasted

out the back of his head.

Look, I done been
through some shit.

I'm a street kid.
I ain't got no daddy.

My mother was on drugs and shit.

Straight-up stereotype
of a Black man in America.

But his fucking brains?

- Was that your first time?
- First time?

- Doc...my grandmother was
the ultimate queen, okay?

She ran everything.
Taught me everything I know.

My daddy was a gangster.

- Yeah. I know.
- Okay.

Well, what you
don't know is my daddy

went to prison when I was 14.

My grandmother got very sick.

So...I started
pimpin' hoes at 14.

- Wow.
- The shit that I've done...

the shit that I have seen...

me shooting that motherfucker
in the back of his head was me

doing that nigga a favor, okay?

Motherfucker lucky I wasn't
in a torture kind of a mood.

That motherfucker came
after what's mine.

That shit sends me.
You are mine, okay?

- Thanks, Madam.
- No, all y'all niggas are mine.

The kind of money we make, the
way we look out for each other?

- That's right.
I mean, I'm a real-ass nigga.

- I know.
- I'd ride and die for you.

- I know that.

- Me, all the guys in the
damn locker room, like,

for real--Midnight,
Face, me, Fuego.

Just don't hold that
shit against me. Like--

- Look, it is over, okay?

It's over.

- Look, if it come down to it...

I'll take care of her myself.

Just to show you
where I stand at.

- That's good to know.
But I got her.

Let's get back inside.

Show these motherfuckers
why we are number one.

Put this shit out.

That's some whack-ass weed.

- Midnight, what are you doing?

- I can't do it, Madam.
- What do you mean?

- Look, I went to the doctor.

And they gon' tell me
I gotta stop beefing.

- Why?

- I guess my shit's
starting to die.

- Let me see.

- Madam, I don't
know what to do.

This is my money.
This is my life.

- I know, but Night,
think about it.

You could lose your dick, okay?
Stop tying it off.

- What am I supposed to do?
Just not get paid?

- Night!

- Nah, it's too much
money out there.

I'm getting this money.

- Okay, um, try this.

Just don't keep it tied
off for as long, okay?

Look, I've seen
this shit happen.

And you can
actually lose your dick.

- Okay.
-I mean it.

- I got you.
Now, can I finish?

- Look, if this shit gets
worse--

- Madam, I got you.
Now, can I finish?

- All right.

- My god.

- Get them cash cannons ready.

And give it up!

Give it up for these
blazing hot brothers, them.

Bambaclat!

- You got a VIP.
- Damn.

- What the fuck is that?
- I'm sorry.

- You were back
there for two hours.

Did this bitch not pay you?
- No.

- Tell me why and tell
me right the fuck now.

- She's a judge.

She's handling a case
with my baby mother.

- Nigga, you not paying
your child support?

- I'm trying.

- I don't like the
IRS in my shit.

Pay that bitch and get
her off your fucking back.

- But she spends the money
on red bottoms and shit.

- That is the small
fucking picture.

Who gives a fuck
about red bottoms?

This is the big picture.
You see this shit?

This is the big fucking picture.

So you brought a
judge into my shit.

And you fucking her
upstairs in my VIP room?

- Yeah. I'm sorry.

- Nigga, it's not
a fucking question.

I know that you're doing it
and I'm asking you why.

Why?

- I don't wanna go to jail.

- Jail? What is she doing,
blackmailing you?

- Yes.
- Really?

Oh. Okay. Okay.

It's cool. Go home.

And pay that bitch.
- Yes, Madam.

- I can handle it.
I just won't let her back in.

- No. Let her in.

- Okay.
- Did she valet?

-Yes.

- Okay. Okay.

I could use this shit.
I swear to fuck I can use this.

- Now, you know I love it
when you talk like this.

-All right, take care.

- Mm-hmm. You know me.

- Daddy?

Daddy?

Daddy?

Fuck is he. Daddy?

Keep on doing this shit.

- Hello, Marilyn?

I know you got Daddy.

I'mma give you 24 hours to get
him back over into this house

before I call the police and
tell them exactly what you did.

- Have you ever been swimming?

- Do you know how?