Original subtitles

It's the wrong fuckin' shirt.

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

You're gonna play dumb and pretend that

you're not in bed with Madam?

She does have a lot of connections in the community.

I can make a statement around here.

I have more important uses for your skills.

Here.

Hope that gives you and Sandra's family

the closure y'all need.

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

Whoa!

You run into any problems, Tommy?

No, Madam, everything went according to plan.

My name is Raphael Damascus.

You no longer have access

or authorization to enter the premises.

[Dime] And who the fuck are you?

That's my mother.

Oh, your mom?

Oh my God.

Don't worry about it, honey.

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

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

Dime, please don't apologize to her.

Amp, please, don't be like this.

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

You lost the ability to tell me how to be

the day that you disowned me.

Amp, I am sorry.

I don't need no sorrys.

No.

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

Go.

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

Please, hey, please stay out of this.

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

Thank you.

[somber music]

Dime...

[Dime sighing]

Thanks.

[somber music]

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

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

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

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

♪ They're saying that it's light ♪

♪ But I turn this bitch to darkness ♪

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

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

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

♪ And they doin' what I say, so... ♪

[flute music] [thunder rumbling]

[dramatic trap beat]

[ominous music]

[suspenseful music]

[ominous music] [police sirens wailing]

[apprehensive music]

Williams.

I'm having these dreams again.

I need the number of the doctor you talked about.

[laidback R&B music]

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

Nothing's changed, Madam.

But the pharmacy did give you a bridge prescription

that should hold you over for a minute.

[customers murmuring]

I need a new doctor, Tommy.

[serious music]

I mean, since Dr. Fong has proven

that he is no longer useful,

he is no longer necessary.

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

Hm...

It's been awhile since I got to plan a murder.

Thank you.

[ominous music]

[Madam] The fuck are you doin' here?

Now, is that any way to greet your sister?

This family really needs to work on their hellos.

Well, that's the thing,

I've always been more fond of goodbyes.

Can we talk in private?

No. We can't.

Okay, well...

I wanted to talk to you,

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

I'm here in person.

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

from a blocked number.

Yes.

I knew that if you knew it was me,

you'd never answer.

Right. I don't talk to snitches.

So, you're still on that.

I will always be on that. Okay?

You are the sole reason

our father got prosecuted by the FBI.

Well, you need to get over it.

Because obviously Daddy did,

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

The fuck are you talking about?

I have a legitimate will from Daddy

stating that I am now the full owner,

and in control of this establishment.

Mattie B's is mine.

This is fuckin' rich.

So, let me get this straight.

You couldn't figure out how to

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

But you are here to collect an inheritance?

Got it.

Your greedy ass ain't changin' ever.

That's cool.

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

to you or anyone else.

[serious music]

Okay.

But I'd like to see you try to sell this crock of shit

to your son, Amp.

You do remember who he is, right?

I mean, I'm sure he has questions.

You gon' answer those? Hm?

[customers murmuring]

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

Get my shit.

[tense music]

[laidback beat]

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

- You did it. - Oh my God!

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

- [Babyface] Hell yeah! - Yes!

I'm gettin' my car.

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

You remember what you said, right?

Yes, you'll get your car!

Of course, 'Face.

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

No!

So...?

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

So, you already got it?

Yes.

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

You're gonna have to find the key

somewhere on my body.

[serious music] [television murmuring]

[laidback beat]

Okay, okay, give me a minute.

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

[Raphael] Madam.

How are things?

I hear business at the club has been...

Explosive.

Mm-hm. Okay, that was cute.

Most likely as cute as you were...

What was that, a gala?

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

A mediocre attempt at tarnishing my reputation.

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

Hm...

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

- No? - [Raphael] No.

We both know why I'm here.

Hm.

[ominous music]

Well...

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

[ominous music]

You're enjoying this.

[Madam] Mm-hm.

You really think you can win this war.

[ominous music]

I do like my chances.

You're out of your depth.

You think so?

[ominous music]

You do not want to meet

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

if you do not return my property.

[Madam chuckling]

[Raphael] Give me my product.

Hm, okay. Fine.

I will give you back your product.

You obviously need them more than I do,

or you wouldn't be here

whining like a bitch baby about it.

So, ok. You can have it back.

Thank you.

Can I get a hankie, Tommy? Thank you.

[ominous music]

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

[ominous music]

I'll be expecting my delivery.

[ominous music]

"Expecting my delivery"? He's such a fuckin' bitch.

You still got that respirator?

Yes, Madam.

Good, I'm gonna need it.

[eerie music]

[Saleswoman] Less than two weeks away,

so don't get too comfortable.

Money Magazine editor at large...

[knocking on door]

Go get that for me, babe.

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

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

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

You know the problems...

Madam. What you doin' here?

None of your damn business.

Nice robe. Sea island cotton.

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

[Babyface] Thanks, man.

You don't got no damn money.

[ominous music]

You can leave us, 'Face.

[serious music]

What? What, what can I do for you?

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

declared eminent domain so I can have it.

I, I don't know what that means.

[Tommy] Eminent domain:

when the local state or federal government

seizes private property without the owner's consent.

[Madam] You are the mayor now, Tandy.

Read a fuckin' book, bitch. Learn some shit.

Okay, uh...

I'll see what I can do.

No, you will not see what you can do.

You will do it. Stay down.

It is essential to your continued success,

but most importantly,

it is essential to your continued breathing.

Got it?

[serious music]

Yes, Madam.

Thank you.

Good fuckin' day.

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

[serious music]

[Madam] Thank you, Tommy.

[serious music]

[door slamming]

[laidback music]

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

Why don't you have a little water?

I'm good.

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

Have you had enough time to cool down?

Yes, I told you, I'm fine.

Aight?

I let all that shit go a long time ago.

I let her go a long time ago.

Amp, we both know that's not true.

[somber music]

I'm not gonna let her come into my life

and turn my shit upside down.

Okay, but she's your mother.

[Amp] So what?

- You only get one. - Exactly.

Exactly, you only get one, and that is why

it's really fucked up,

the way that she actually treated me, Dime.

Come on.

No, to me. Talk to me.

[serious music]

What?

Well, what happened between the two of you?

Huh...

Well, when I got locked up,

my father...

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

He wanted nothin' else to do with me.

[ominous music]

Yeah.

That's horrible.

Mm, such is life, man.

I fuckin' hate him anyways, so...

It's all good. He was a controlling asshole.

But me and my mom...

Thought we had a good relationship, right?

You know?

And then he said, "Cut him off."

[emotional music]

She did what he said.

And from that day, she abandoned me.

[emotional music]

I'm so sorry, Amp.

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

[emotional music]

You know what's fucked up, man?

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

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

I used to stand in that long-ass line and call.

Just to never get a response.

That's awful.

[Amp] Yeah.

I can only imagine how much that hurt you.

Mm.

[emotional music]

It does, man.

[emotional music]

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

beat you up on the inside.

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

[ominous music]

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

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

Not, not for herself, but for you.

[serious music]

Dime, can I just, um...

Reserve the soft shit for you, please?

It may seem like soft shit, but it's real shit.

And it works, too.

Look, you're both trying to make amends.

Just...

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

[serious music]

I know how important a mom is.

Okay?

[tense music]

[dramatic beat]

[knocking on door]

[dramatic beat]

[door closing]

[Midnight sighing]

So, you figure out what you want yet?

[Renee] I think so.

Okay, lay it on me.

Okay, I want you to climb through the window

when you come over.

I'll leave it open.

Okay.

We're doin' this at your place?

No, my neighbors are nosy.

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

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

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

Okay, keep goin'.

Um, so, after you climb through the window,

I'm going to scream.

You should ignore my screams. Maybe cover my mouth?

And then have your way with me.

[ominous music]

That's it?

Uh, that's it.

What else is there to do but to have sex?

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

You know what? Scratch that.

Just leave the door unlocked.

I'll do the rest.

But...

I am gonna need a safe word.

What's that?

A word to use if you want me to stop.

I won't want you to stop.

But you've never been dominated by anybody before.

Okay...?

Uh, what do you suggest?

How 'bout...

How 'bout "sunrise"?

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

stop the night, baby.

[mysterious music]

[door closing]

[mysterious music]

So, Blue, how did you hear about me?

I was referred to you by Dr. Parker.

He works with a friend of mines.

Dr. Parker and I go way back.

And what brings you here?

Uh...

Kinda goin' through somethin',

don't really know how to deal with it.

Have you ever done psychotherapy before?

No. I'm a virgin.

A few things you should know...

This is a safe space.

Anything you say here stays between you and me.

I am legally and ethically bound

not to tell anyone what happens in our sessions.

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

There's always a but.

If you intend to harm yourself or anyone else,

then I am duty-bound to report it.

- Make sense? - Got it.

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

Can you tell me about what kinda things?

[serious music]

Dreams.

Uh, bad ones from when I was in Afghanistan.

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

Just some notes.

Nuh-uh. I don't notes.

No notes.

Fortunately for you, I have an excellent memory.

Alright, continue.

Uh...

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

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

Stepped on a land mine.

[emotional music]

I thought I had, uh, forgotten about that.

But I keep reliving it every night.

That's horrible, Blue.

That's not somethin'

you're likely to forget about altogether.

I guess.

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

that could've triggered this memory.

[somber music]

Work.

Okay. What kind of work do you do?

Security.

[Dr. Cabrera] Tell me more about that.

Why?

Because it seems that you may be suffering from

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

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

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

It's okay, Belinda.

You're gonna get through this.

Now, tell me more about your work.

[serious music]

[dramatic trap beat]

"Cause of death...

"Blunt-force trauma.

"Post-mortem gunshot wounds...

Evidence of sexual trauma"?

[tense music]

Wait...

Oh my God...

They raped her, too.

[ominous music]

They raped her, too.

They're gonna pay for this.

[ominous trap beat]

[door closing]

[ominous trap beat]

Oh. Alright, hey.

You fancy.

Got your little shar-coochie board.

Well...

[Tommy] Will that be all, Madam?

Yes, Tommy, you can leave.

[Tommy] Excuse me.

Mm.

[ominous music]

This solid gray in here.

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

Put an accent wall, that would be fun.

Carla, by the way you dress,

you are in no position to give anyone decorating tips,

let alone me.

You lucky you even in my house.

Bitch, I didn't come over here to get insulted.

[Madam] No?

Well, you definitely came to stock up on

your week's worth of snacks.

You had him bring this shit out here.

Like you gon' eat it.

Anyway, what you want?

Well...

I saw our sister today.

[mysterious music]

You serious?

[Madam] Mm-hm.

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

because I know you killed that snitchin'-ass bitch, Toni.

Toni is the one.

[Carla] So, what she want?

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

[tense music]

How the hell did that happen?

[tense music]

Apparently Daddy left it to her.

She came by with a will.

Okay, so...

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

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

So, we have to act like it is.

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

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

But for now, we have to make her feel like

she's gettin' something.

I don't have shit to give her!

I don't have shit!

You give her something! Give her some money!

You the one with the empire!

Carla, it costs no fuckin' money to be a real bitch.

You do know that, right?

Fuck! Get out of my pockets, bitch!

You always countin' my fuckin' money!

I'm not countin' shit!

But when it come to me,

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

[tense music]

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

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

Look, what we gon' do about this bitch?

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

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

Please, just slow the fuck down. Okay?

Let me just watch her. Alright?

See how she moves over the next couple of days,

and after that, we will decide.

[tense music]

I'm pissed.

Now I'm just stress eatin'.

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

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

it be some bullshit.

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

Last week.

I said I was gon' do keto,

and then you brought this bread out here.

[smooth music]

[knocking on door]

Hey, Madam. I need to talk to you.

Shit, what is it?

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

Nigga, say it. Spit it out.

[tense music]

After you got arrested,

I took the shirt home to burn it.

[Madam] That's a good thing.

Yeah, but...

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

[tense music]

What do you mean the shirt was not yours?

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

'cause the shirt in there was not mine.

Doc, you are worse than a fucking menstrual cramp!

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

Shit, I am always cleanin' up after you!

Fuck!

Madam, it's not my fault!

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

Nigga, are you shiftin' blame right now?

Because we wouldn't even be in this position

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

Am I correct?

Huh?!

Yes, Madam.

[tense music]

Alright, look, I will deal with

the person that fucked up on my end, but...

This your job now.

You gon' have to get the real shirt.

Yes, Madam.

And do not fuck this up, Doc.

I got you.

Fuck!

[door opening]

[door closing]

[tense music]

[upbeat music]

♪ Return of the Mack [Yeah, yeah] ♪

♪ Return of the Mack [Come on] ♪

♪ Return of the Mack [Oh my God] ♪

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

♪ Return of the Mack [One second] ♪

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

♪ Return of the Mack [Watch my flow] ♪

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

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

♪ Runnin' things to keep my swing ♪

[dramatic beat]

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

Yeah, right.

Damn well your ass ain't liftin' no 350 weighin' 150.

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

My muscles got muscles.

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

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

shit, but I'm fast.

Yeah, because y'all gotta be.

They don't fuck with me.

These guns don't shoot no blanks.

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

I'ma lay his ass out quick.

[smooth music]

Hey, yo.

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

Yeah, it's a popular gym.

Shit, that's Babyface over there.

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

Dog, I told you, stay away from Babyface.

I know, I know.

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

We work with them every night.

Shit, low-key kinda rude.

Look, friends is one thing, coworkers' another.

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

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

Look, I'ma go over there, aight?

I'm not.

Well then, watch my shit.

[indistinct conversation]

Yo, what's up, fellas?

What's up?

'Sup?

Yo, Babyface, we kinda got the same build.

Maybe you could give me some pointers

on how to get my arms more cut like yours.

Nah, bruh. These are all genetics.

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

Damn, well, uh...

If y'all need a spotter or somethin',

me and Rayshon will be over there, aight?

We good.

[tense music]

[Big D] The fuck this nigga think this is?

[tense music]

I told you stay away from that dude.

I was just bein' friendly.

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

Look, this is the second time

you done said somethin' about Babyface.

What the fuck happened between y'all two?

[tense music]

I don't wanna talk about it.

Look, just stay away from him. Trust me.

Aight.

[laidback beat]

No, no, no, no.

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

I had to crawl through a dirty station vent

to get out of there.

Well, you didn't get what I needed.

But I did everything you told me to do!

No, you did not,

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

then I would have the correct fuckin' shirt.

But it was labeled clear as day!

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

You obviously need your vision checked.

I'm sorry, Madam.

I can go back tomorrow and try again.

For what?! Huh?

So you can get caught?

I can't risk that.

Okay, so what are we gonna do now?

We not doin' shit.

[customers cheering]

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

since you're too fuckin' incompetent.

No, Madam, please, I can do it.

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

I gave you your last shot.

You blew it.

Besides, I don't need a useless bitch

that can't do somethin' as simple

as get a correct fuckin' shirt.

Blue?

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

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

- [Blue] Bitch, please. - Madam, please.

[Blue] Calm your ass.

I ain't about takin' your ass to the basement.

Move.

[door opening]

[door slamming]

[ominous music]

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

Madam is done talking.

Yeah, to me.

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

Look, I'm willing to do whatever it takes

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

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

I can make myself useful to you guys.

Promise.

Yeah, I'll talk to her.

[dramatic music] [customers cheering]

Hey, thank you!

[cheering] [dramatic music]

I'll see you, have a good time.

Y'all good?

[dramatic music]

What are you doing here?

Checkin' on you.

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

and doin' quite fine.

So, you can leave.

Maybe.

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

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

Well, do it somewhere else.

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

So, I think I'll stay.

Why don't you join me for a drink?

No thank you.

It's your choice.

You know...

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

[Madam] Mm.

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

Do you know somebody actually broke in there

and stole it out of the evidence room?

- No. - [Detective Davis laughing]

Really?

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

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

Well, you already are.

Bitch, what are you doing here, for real?

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

Oh, and to let you know that

I'm always one step ahead of you.

And I'm gonna make you feel the terror

that you rain down on others.

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

[dramatic music]

There's nothing that you can do

to make me not bring your ass in.

Catch you later.

Catch a mint, stank-breath-ass bitch.

[Detective Davis laughing]

[dramatic music]

[pulsing beat]

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

Yeah, no surprise here.

Ain't you happy for her?

Nigga, her shit ain't got nothin' to do with me or you.

You need to start learnin' to mind your own fuckin' business.

Jeez, okay, grouch.

[tense music]

Trouble, where's Champ?

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

No.

We had a whole conversation the other day.

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

He said he would never quit.

Nigga, why are you talkin' to me?!

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

I don't care where he is,

and if you ask me again, I'ma fuck you up!

Jeez, okay, golly.

Everything alright? Why you so mad?

Why is you still talkin' to me, Rayshon?

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

That's what friends do.

[tense music]

Rayshon, stop talkin' to me! Leave me the fuck alone!

[emotional music]

[tense music]

Mm.

Hm.

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

I promise you, bro, she was all shy and shit.

Might've beaten my own personal record

in the amount time it took me to tie this little pussy up.

[Doc] [chuckling] Mm-hm.

Now she ready for me to dominate her

and throw her around and do this crazy shit.

Oh, yeah?

[pulsing beat]

Hey, is you even listenin'?

Yeah, man, I'm listenin'.

[Midnight] What I say?

Uh, uh... Um...

Man, what's goin' on with you?

[ominous music]

The shirt, bruh.

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

I tried to, bro.

You obviously didn't try hard enough,

or we wouldn't be havin' this conversation.

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

[ominous music]

I took the motherfucker home to burn it.

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

Nigga...

What Madam say?

That she tired of fixin' my mistakes.

And, uh...

To get the right shirt back.

[Midnight sighing]

Man, how you gon' do that?

I gotta find out who was workin'

that night that the shirt came in.

I'ma try to see if I can get

a record switched up or somethin'.

That sound like a long shot.

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

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

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

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

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

Just Google that shit, bruh.

You can find anything on the internet these days.

[ominous music]

You right.

[ominous music]

Oh, shit.

Told you.

What you say?

The internet is undefeated, bruh.

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

A dude and a chick.

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

Hey, Doc, if it ain't,

you gotta do what you gotta do, bro.

Man, shut the fuck up, bruh.

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

I don't do that, bruh. Nah.

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

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

for sure.

You aight. I got you.

Asshole.

[laidback music]

[door opening]

[door closing]

Oh, D.A. Rodds.

Your door was unlocked, Mayor.

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

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

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

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

It's been such a whirlwind.

So, I am just doin' what I can.

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

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

But now, I'm celebrating my win.

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

I am so happy for you.

Thank you so much.

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

what are your plans?

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

I, I had no plans of being on the record

with my official statement.

But since you inquired,

I plan on upholding Jack's legacy.

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

that I can be.

You know, you sound like a career politician already.

[Ms. Tandy laughing]

Thank you.

And, um, I had a question for you.

Okay, I'm all ears.

So, what type of challenges would the city face

if I declared a plot of land eminent domain?

Oh, you're serious?

Yeah.

The land next to Mattie B's.

Well, what do you want with that land?

I'm just, I...

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

Uh, well, that plot has been earmarked

for a community center.

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

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

It's still available.

Uh, possibly.

But Mattie B's,

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

Oh...

Does she?

Why do you care so much about the land

next to a restaurant that Madam owns,

and eminent domain all of a sudden?

I was just trying to flex my political muscle.

That's all.

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

Let's have some champagne.

Let me get you a glass.

Great, yeah.

[tense music]

[dramatic music] [cheering]

Ladies!

Let me ask you somethin'.

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

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

This is Madam's Club Eden.

The only place where you can get

all your fantasies, desires, and kinks

fulfilled by the sexiest Black kings on the planet.

Okay?

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

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

Bite...

[cheering]

And suck...

Eden's forbidden fruit tonight?

Okay, if you are, get them dollars poppin'

for the original kings of Eden!

[laidback music]

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

Who?

There.

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

so you know how that go.

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

Man, fuck that nigga.

♪ Girl, can you fuck me the right way? ♪

♪ Hey, let me talk to 'em

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

♪ Yo pussy wet, then rub it on my body ♪

♪ You fuck so good, you might e illuminati ♪

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

♪ This pussy fire, remind me of Kobe ♪

♪ Pussy wet, remind me of tsunami ♪

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

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

♪ I wanna rub ya soft, I wanna fuck you hard ♪

♪ I wanna long-dick you in all your corners ♪

♪ If that pussy bitin', I'ma moan on ya ♪

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

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

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

♪ That pussy really everything to me ♪

♪ After I nut, I'ma fall on ya ♪

♪ Can you fuck me the right way? ♪

♪ Fuck me the right way? Fuck me the right way? ♪

♪ Don't spoil the moment, baby

♪ Fuck me the right way, fuck me the right way ♪

♪ Fuck me the right way

♪ Don't spoil the moment, baby

♪ I just wanna know you want it ♪

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

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

♪ Girl, fuck me the right way ♪

♪ Girl, fuck me the right way

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

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

♪ I suck them titties right and get her super horny ♪

[cheering]

[laidback beat]

Mm, ooh, you feel good, girl.

I like the way those feel.

What that kitty do, baby?

Let me make you feel good.

Okay, no means no. I get it.

Yo...

[Trouble shouting]

Man, you hurt my arm, Blue!

How many fucks do I give?

Well, how many fucks do you give?

That's a rhetorical question, Trouble.

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

Damn!

What the hell is wrong with you?

What are you talkin' about?

I'm havin' a good time.

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

than what you need.

These bitches love me, Blue.

Ay, don't you, bitch?

Cut the shit.

The fuck is wrong with you?

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

It's--

[club music]

Hey, Blue.

Your eyes look so beautiful tonight.

You touch me again,

and I'ma break all your little fingers off,

and I'ma feed 'em to you.

Do you understand me?

[Trouble] Yes, Madam. I mean Blue!

Fuck up out my face.

I know you on that shit,

and you better get it outta your system

before Madam finds out.

Okay.

[cheering] [pulsing beat]

[techno beat]

[ominous music]

What are you doing here?

Trying to look as handsome as possible,

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

What? Tommy, we can work this out.

I just need a little bit of time.

Unfortunately for you, your time is up.

[Dr. Fong] What are you doing?!

[Tommy] Tryin' to kill you!

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

Ow! Somebody help, help!

[Tommy] Maybe I should help you.

Doesn't that feel like you dyin'?

[dramatic music]

[grunting] [body thudding]

Sayonara, bitch.

[ominous music]

[Nurse on Intercom] Dr. Cowen to pathology,

Dr. Cowen to pathology.

That makes the fifth death in the Midtown area alone,

and indicator considerably more deaths

from fentanyl-laced cocaine.

The only lead the police have

is all of the packets of deadly drugs

was emblazoned with this insignia.

The police have no leads,

as the city morgue uses portable refrigeration units

to deal with the avalanche of dead bodies.

[dramatic music]

[laidback music]

Mm...

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

But Concierge,

he just had to have his drugs back.

Is that what you and Tommy were doin' earlier?

Yep.

And that's just the first domino.

[Blue] Mm.

[laidback music]

Officer Wilmont, you seem a little nervous.

You wasn't behind somethin', was you?

No, no, ma'am.

No, 'cause you know if you did,

you know that's not how Atlanta PD rolls,

and we gon' keep diggin' and diggin'

until we find gold.

[tense music]

You know what that is?

Looks like an evidence log to me.

That's an evidence log, exactly.

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

That circle?

- I do. - [Detective Davis] Yeah.

Well, you know what?

That's missing.

Is it?

Yup, it is.

Because someone stole it.

But you know that already, right?

[tense music]

Yes, yes, I do.

We finally about to get this bitch,

and she don't even know it.

You have no idea.

Oh, give me some.

[tense music]

[dramatic violin music]

[music]

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

♪ All of the lawyers is paid

♪ Do you know they beatin' the case? ♪

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

♪ You know I'm doin' the race

♪ And I always come in first place ♪

♪ I got a lot on my plate

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

♪ You can tell by my demeanor

♪ If I say it, know that I mean it ♪

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

♪ Yeah, I'm out with the cleaners ♪

♪ If you...

[music]

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