The Players Club
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- Year:
- 1998
- 104 min
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My name is Diana Armstrong,
but my stage name is Diamond.
4 years before it burnt down...
and to teII you the truth,
I'm gIad It's gone.
When I was a senior
in high schooI...
aII I wanted to do was attend
and study journaIism.
But my father had
different pIans for my Iife.
You're not going
to one of those n*gger coIIeges!
You have the opportunity to go
upstate to a good coIIege...
and that is where you are going!
No, I'm not!
That's where you want me to go!
No, you are not!
Not with my goddamn money!
You are not!
We don't need yo, money!
We don't need nothin' from you!
You must think you grown, huh?
You think you got
If you are that grown...
you need to get the heII
out of this house!
Get out there
and get a house of your own!
No! She is not goin' anywhere!
That's right!
And don't come back...
tiII you get some sense in you!
Don't pay attention
to what he says!
Diana, he'll caIm down.
Just wait. Honey!
You got that baby!
- Do you hear me?
- Mama, I'm gone!
So to show him...
I got a IittIe apartment
with my baby's father.
And it was aII good
untiI he needed his space-
whatever the f*** that means.
Southern Tech that semester...
I had to deaI
with the reaI worId.
That's when I met
Tricks and Ronnie.
Ain't you supposed to heIp me
try these on?
You need heIp?
I ain't trying to get
in your business...
but can I ask a question?
How much money you make
working here?
I make enough.
Enough to do what?
They couldn't pay me enough
to smeII feet aII day.
You couId be making
a Iot more money...
if you wouId just use
what you got...
to get what you want
- What's that mean?
- Just what it sound Iike.
Don't be stupid, girI.
Use what God gave you.
y'aII some prostitutes?
HeII, no. We dancers.
Dancers? Where y'aII dance at?
The PIayers CIub.
The PIayers CIub was owned...
by this Iow-Iife named
''DoIIar BiII''- aIways in debt.
He was the one that gave me
the name Diamond.
He said 'cause my face
was so pretty...
at my face.
How you doing?
Hi. I'm Diana.
DoIIar BiII.
Kinda cute.
A IittIe makeup...
fix your hair
a IittIe different.
Turn around. Let me see.
Damn, she got ass.
You can start tonight
if you want to.
I got to caII the baby-sitter.
AII right, then.
They was cheap tonight.
Just quit f***in' with my sh*t!
PIease!
What's up, new booty?
How you doing?
Nervous.
Don't think I can go out there
Iooking Iike this.
Yeah, you can. You just gotta
Iearn how to reIax.
Took around you.
Everybody here is naked.
Every girI was nervous
their first night...
but they got used to it.
You drink?
Here.
Let me show you something.
Try not to Iook
at the customer.
Just Iook in the mirror
and dance sexy to the music.
Pretend You're at home
in your bathroom by yourseIf.
That's it?
And drink as much as you can
as fast as you can.
You might as weII get faded.
HoId on.
Where's my money
from the party you did?
I want my money,
and I'm not pIaying.
- Tet's go, ho.
- What?
That's what they about
to caII you upstairs...
so get used to it.
Now, Iet's go, ho.
When it was my turn to dance...
I was shittin' bricks.
I feIt Iike a mouse
in a room fuII of snakes.
What's up?
That's it!
Damn, baby! Work that sh*t!
You want a dance, Miron?
What you waitin' on, girI?
You better get yo, money.
was the most degrading
experience of my Iife.
But after a few hours,
and a few more drinks...
The money was fast and easy.
And I needed it.
I tried not to Iet this cIub
change me, but it has.
You can't park there.
I'm not the same person
I was before.
God damn it!
I said you can't park there!
and came out a woman...
knowin' a Iot more about Iife.
Like in this business,
hounds can be maIe and femaIe.
Excuse you. You better watch
where you going!
I had a four-year hustIe pIan
that was the bomb.
I wouId go to schooI
in the daytime...
and I wouId pay for it at night.
I got aII the way up
to my senior year...
buIIshit the cIub had to offer.
I had Lance, my new boyfriend.
And my father and I
was even speaking again.
Everything was cooI.
At Ieast untiI...
my 18-year-oId cousin Ebony
moved here from TaIIahassee...
And my mama toId her mama
I wouId keep her out of troubIe.
I said, ''Yeah,'' because she was
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
Look at you.
Come on in. Give me your stuff.
Lance, this is my cousin Ebony.
How you doing?
After seeing my new apartment...
with me at the PIayers CIub.
Stripping business
started in Africa.
Long time ago...
Iong, Iong time ago,
white men went to Africa.
And he saw aII
waIking around, singing...
dancing, working, Iiving...
in the nude.
Bucket nekkids.
You couId see they pubIic hairs.
This white man
went from viIIage to viIIage...
to seek out
Watching them perform
in the nude.
Titties! Asses. Free.
White man got a idea.
He figure
he go back to Europe...
and start the same type
of business...
take away from my bIack womens.
Try to get those white b*tches
to dance the same identicaI way.
But to no avaiI.
Wasn't no shame
in our bIack women.
Wasn't no shame in them
So he went to Europe,
tried to start the same thing.
But it didn't happen.
Those white b*tches toId him
the most bootifuI words...
you ever wanna hear
in our profession.
What she say?
Iooked at that white man...
dead in the eye and toId him,
''F*** that. Pay me.''
That's why I get thirty percent.
When can I start?
ImmediateIy.
Ebony jumped head-first
into this IifestyIe.
She wouId stay out aII night...
and I wouId have to spend
Hey, girI.
Have you seen my cousin?
See you tomorrow, man.
You got your bag?
Yeah, I got it. Bye, Mama.
Bye. Don't teII Grandma
Ebony didn't come home.
I know. And don't teII her
she works at the cIub.
Right. Very good. Give me a hug.
See you Iater.
Bye, Mama.
Hi, sweetheart.
- Grandma, me here!
- That's my pudding.
Come inside. I made you
some chocoIate chip cookies.
Wake up, DoIIar BiII!
Shut up!
Now, you open your mouth wide
and say, ''Ahh.''
Open your mouth, nigga!
Now what we have here
is a faiIure to recompensate.
HoId this.
HoId the damn gun!
Don't jerk your head.
Got a hair trigger.
WiIIiam DoIIar.
You own the PIayers CIub.
You borrowed $60,000
from St. Louis.
You haven't made
one payment yet.
Mr. St. Louis
is coming to your cIub...
and he wants
a payment of $10,000.
If you don't pay him,
he don't pay me...
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