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Now, I need you
to listen to me, Elise.

You go out there,
and you keep doing the work

that Malcolm was doing.

I ain't gonna give up
on justice, not today, not ever.

I told you,
I want in on your new venture.

The whole thing.
You owe me.

You keep this shit up,
we will go to war.

I don't want to see him
destroy what's been

a really good deal
for our family.

60 kilos of junk are gonna
be distributed from us

to the other families.
I need your help.

There is something
you could do for me.

Chin Gigante--
rob him blind.

♪

You let one guy rob my truck
with you and two men in it?

He came out of the blue.

Weren't you supposed
to give that back to Bumpy?

Gave him back some.
The rest was milk sugar.

You fine gentlemen
can make a choice--

either I keep the narcotics,
and we go to war,

or I give it back, and Chin
takes his ass out of Harlem.

So, what's it gonna be, fellas?

I need you to report back to me
every move that Pino takes.

He's gonna be the new face
of the family uptown.

You're the brains.

Thank you for offering me
protection to come back.

I'm really glad you're back.

♪

I want my workers
to live someplace clean, new.

The new Harlem.

I love it.

Do you think you could get
James Baldwin

to write an exhibition text?

All things are possible.

♪

I'm James Baldwin, an author
of many bestselling books.

But the question all of you
here really should be asking,

if you were to actually stop
to consider it,

how do you really
and truly see me?

I'm Black,

but am I a man?

What am I to you?

Three-fifths of a person,

as our Founding Fathers declared
a Negro to be?

That is the reality
of being Negro in America.

And what of Harlem?

All of us are packed
in a dirty, crowded ghetto,

crawling with police, ready to
arrest any of us at any moment

for nothing more
than being Black.

And who is to blame?

You say the Negro man
needs to work harder.

But I say there's a white
consortium owns our schools,

hospitals, and housing projects.

This is an American nightmare.

The only Black men
to own anything in Harlem

are the drug lords

who find a way to profit
off the people suffering.

[whispering]

Drug lords. Speak of the devil.
Look who's here.

The infamous Bumpy Johnson,
Mr. Harlem himself.

And there you are,

the silver-tongued
Jimmy Baldwin.

It's easy for you to get up
on that stage and judge a man

for trying to make
things better in the streets.

You think my life is easy?
I survived those streets.

To do what--
entertain white folks

while jabbing at me?

Black against Black.

You're putting on
quite a show here.

This is better than...

two circus monkeys, isn't it?

Isn't it?

[dramatic music playing]

[Bumpy] You dragged me out
of James Baldwin for this?

Bumpy...

when it comes
to New York real estate,

one thing is for certain--
larceny is legal.

I don't think I like where
this conversation is going.

Yes, well, I don't wanna
have to take it here,

but here we are.

A man by the name
of Marshall Grant

bought
your new Harlem buildings.

I got contracts
on those buildings.

Yes, well, the city accepted
a higher offer.

The city has my deposit
in escrow.

This can't be legal.

[chuckles] Well,
they'll return your deposit.

With poverty programs--

excuse me,
"urban revitalization plans"--

every single millionaire

in the Tri-State area
wants a piece,

and they can wash money and get
a tax break while they do it.

Let me see that paper.

I'm gonna roll up
on this Marshall Grant,

see what he's about.

I-I don't want to stick
in your craw,

but I'd steer clear
of any arm-twisting.

This fella...

is he even Black?

Well, according to the box
he checked, he is.

It's right there.

But, you know,
not all skin folk are kinfolk.

[sighs]

♪

[theme song playing]

[choir] ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Change ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[Swizz Beatz]
♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ I can hear death
Calling my name ♪

♪ I can hear death
Calling again ♪

♪ I swear to God,
Things ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I swear to God, things
Ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver
With your name ♪

♪ I keep a revolver
with your name, just in case ♪

[Rick Ross rapping] ♪ Lay on my
Back watching the ceiling fan ♪

♪ I had a dream
To touch a kilogram ♪

♪ Still at odds
With the Irish mob ♪

♪ Rolls-Royce down
Malcolm X Boulevard ♪

♪ Lord, these... really
Out here preying on me ♪

♪ Got the .40 on me
And His hand on me ♪

♪ Snow-white mink
Like I'm Dutch Schultz ♪

♪ Run the books and let me show
You how the numbers look ♪

♪ You can't be lucky
Like you Luciano ♪

♪ The kilos slammin'
Like they new pianos ♪

♪ Fat Boy got the big body ♪

♪ Coast to coast,
I can shoot product ♪

[Swizz Beatz]
♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ I can hear death
Calling my name ♪

♪ I can hear
Death calling again ♪

♪ I swear to God,
Things ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I swear to God, things
Ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver
With your name ♪

♪ I keep a revolver with
Your name, just in case ♪

[siren wailing in distance]

[sighs]

[wailing continues]

What's wrong, Daddy?

Just having some trouble
moving this shit.

What?
The junkies not buying?

Oh, they buying.

Just got a bunch of
motherfuckers looking for me.

I don't know, Frank.

Maybe stealing that dope
wasn't a good idea.

I mean, can't you give it
back to them?

That ain't how it work.

I give this shit
back to 'em,

I have a bullet in my head
before they say, "Thank you."

[sighs] Fuck.

What about Bumpy Johnson?
Maybe he can help you.

No, Bumpy don't want nothing
to do with me.

Easier to find an Italian.

[sighs]

Italians.
They always hating on us.

♪

I just gotta find one
who don't.

♪

[Pino] Where the fuck
is Bumpy Johnson?

Bumpy's a very busy man
these days.

That's real convenient, given
what he's done with our junk.

I don't follow.

Well, he returned it.

But when we tested the purity,
which was at 90%,

turns out it was cut
with milk sugar.

Your boss stole at least
one-third of our junk.

Bumpy don't want your dope.

Bumpy don't sell that shit
no more.

As a matter of fact,

you wouldn't even have
that duji to sell

if Bump didn't give Chin
the connection

all to himself.

Fuck would he want
to steal it for?

Look, we know that Bumpy's
a man of his word,

but we can't sell product
that's been whacked to shit.

Makes us look bad.

It's bad for our arrangement
with Bumpy, too.

Well, Bumpy knows the value
of a good reputation.

I tell you what.

Let me talk to him,

and we'll see
what we can dig up.

- Nah.
- Thank you.

I'm acting boss,
and I don't like digging.

I need real fucking answers
right fucking now.

Acting boss?

Have some breakfast on me.

Look, I think it's best
if we try

and stay on good terms
with Johnson, you know?

No disrespect, Stella.
Your father put me in charge

'cause he knows I know
how to talk to the Blacks.

All trying to rip us
the fuck off.

[horn honks in distance]

[man]
The people in this court

and the people
in the legislature...

Did you finish
all your homework, Margaret?

I will.

Discipline is just
as important as aptitude.

I hate school anyways.

But you love to read.

- Shh, shh, shh.
- [man] The pamphlet says

that the Black Panther
Party for Self-Defense

calls on the American people
in general

to take careful note of the
racist California legislature.

Why do you believe
the legislature is racist?

Don't you know?
You're a part of it,

and, obviously,
this is a white system.

This is obviously
where we at.

[man #2]
The statement seems to indicate

that these people feel that the
Black people have been enslaved

throughout most of their lives,

that the white society
is responsible for this,

and then they go on to say

the Black Panther Party
for Self-Defense

believes that the time has come...

Who are they?

I saw a few of them
around here.

Betty knows 'em.

Look like a bunch of California
criminals, if you ask me.

They look fine to me.

Excuse me, young lady.

I know my daughter
didn't just say that.

She's not wrong.
They do look fine.

Elise, can you please?

[Bobby Seale] The Black Panther
Party for Self-Defense calls

upon the American people
in general

and the Black people
in particular

to take full note of the racist
California legislature,

which is now considering
legislation aimed

at keeping the Black people
disarmed and powerless

at the very same time

that racist police agencies
throughout the country

are intensifying the terror...
- Okay.

...brutality, murder,
and repression of Black people.

Margaret, go finish
your homework.

I'm not a little kid
anymore.

But you're still my kid.

- [door closes]
- Sitting around watching TV

doesn't help a girl
whose grades are faltering.

And what are you
teaching her--

to turn the TV off
when a strong Black man

is trying to make
a difference?

♪

[dog barking,
siren wailing in distance]

[indistinct conversations]

♪

Bump, this can't be
the right address.

You're telling me the man
who took your property

lives in this dump?

Come on.

♪

[knock on door]

[wailing continues in distance]

♪

- Ohh!
- Stay down!

D-Don't shoot.

Shut the fuck up, okay?

Forgive me.

I came to speak to you
about a group of buildings

that you seem
to have purchased.

I know you.

He's clean.

I've known you since you was
a nappy-head country bumpkin.

I knew your sister
before she died.

You knew Mabel?

I intended to marry Mabel.

Mr. G.

You're Marley G.

Marshall Grant.

Help him up. Let him up.

This way.
Let's just go inside.

[siren wailing in distance]

You played sax
over at the Apollo.

I remember
Mabel was sweet on you.

I put my sis
through her paces, I know.

When Mama sent me up here
to live with Mabel,

I was pretty angry.

Your sister tried,

but you were just
too hard-headed and rotten.

She was a good woman.
Big heart.

I remember one day she gave me
a roll full of pennies.

I was bowled over.

I slipped those coins
into my pocket.

I felt like I was rich,
like I was Mr. Big Stuff.

I remember that.

She gave you those pennies
on Saturday,

and by Monday,
you was in a fight.

You broke a boy's face
with a fistful of coins.

Remember that part?

You was a little thug
even then.

You see,
I'm not that boy anymore.

You still a gangster,
ain't you?

That's what I want
to talk to you about--

about doing things
differently.

When you was 11 years
in prison,

your sister blamed herself

for not setting you
on the right path.

That's what killed her.

And Mabel
may have blamed herself,

but I blame you.

Pettigrew, give him
some money for the door.

[scoffs]

[chuckles]

The true opiate
plaguing America

is its addiction to money.

The haves and have nots.

That's the exact sort of thing
Ellsworth is trying to fight.

By building
a bigger casino?

A casino
that will provide jobs,

not to mention he wants to build
restaurants, a theater.

Which will all allow Bumpy
to rake in the money

hand over fist.

What is your problem
with my husband and his money?

It's just an observation,
not an opinion.

Ellsworth is a businessman.

Everything he has,
he's made from nothing.

He cares for his family.
He's charitable,

not to mention
he's reinvented himself,

gotten out
of the drug trade.

I, for one, admire him.

Hmph.

He's a man of many facets...

and contradictions.

[lively jazz music playing]

So, you're saying...

his money
isn't about the paper.

It's about the power?

Yes, exactly.

But all the while, our people
are being abused by the cops

and exploited
by an economic caste system.

Well, you give voice to that
in your writing.

My husband does
what he can in his way.

But, Mrs. Johnson,
is either enough?

♪

[argument in background]

Mail for Marshall Grant?
I'll take it.

You're at the wrong zip code, brother.

Bingo.

Yeah.

♪

Brought you some biscotti.

I sure do love me
a guinea cookie.

It's the kind you like.

♪

But you didn't come here
for that.

What do you need?
I know that face.

It's just...
my father was right.

It's hard.

What's hard?

Being a woman, holding
your weight in a man's world,

or the fact
that your dope got stolen?

♪

Both.

If Bumpy knows who stole your
dope, he won't give the man up.

- That's not Bumpy.
- Then I'm fucked.

Whatever happened to you
going to Paris?

Going to Paris was
never really about Paris.

It was about getting away
from my family.

It was about being free.

I thought that
by working for my dad,

I could earn
that freedom here.

How's that going?

I'm the smartest one
of all my father's goombahs,

and he put fucking Pino
in charge.

I don't know anything about
big Italian families, Stella,

or mobsters and their dope.

But if what you want
is power,

don't wait for some man
to bestow that on you.

He won't.

Fight for it.
Steal it if you have to.

Power is something
you gotta take.

♪

Same with this
guinea cookie.

If you won't tell me
how to make 'em,

I'm-a break
right into your kitchen

and snatch your recipe box.

Thanks, Delia.

I'll see you soon.

[Esther Williams' "Try me"
playing]

♪ If you really wanna know ♪

♪ If I can stand
your brand of love ♪

♪ Try me ♪

♪ Why don't you try me? ♪

♪ If you wanna know ♪

♪ If I'm affected
by the moon above ♪

- ♪ Then try me ♪
- Are you Elise?

♪ Come on and try me ♪

♪ Don't you know
My heart feels ♪
Afeni Shakur.

♪ A strong desire ♪

[Bumpy]
"Straub & Partners."

That mean anything to you,
Bump?

Fred Straub,
the real estate tycoon.

That cat's one of the richest
motherfuckers in the city.

That's him.

I have a feeling he's using
Mr. G as a straw man.

Straw man?

Straub's probably paying
Marshall a few dollars

to be his Harlem resident--

his token Black man
to get city tax breaks.

Fred Straub--
he's the real owner.

So, that rich ofay's
trying to buy up Harlem.

Motherfucker.

He bought your building
right out from under you.

[Elise] I was surprised to learn
there were female Panthers.

That's from your time
in the NOI,

where the women are covered
from head to toe,

their mouths included.

I traveled the world
with Malcolm X.

He never once silenced me.

Never gave you
the microphone, either.

It wasn't about me.

It was about
Malcolm's aspirations.

Now that he's gone,
we've lost our voice,

our vision, our compass,
our way.

So, what brought you here
to meet with me?

I saw the Panthers on TV,
and I...

just felt pulled.

Your mission didn't die
with Malcolm.

That's that
white patriarchal bullshit

they want us to believe.

Malcolm only stoked a fire

that was already
inside of you.

It's inside
the Panthers, too.

Now, numbers in New York
are still growing.

The real cavalry's out
in California.

But we don't silence
our women.

We put bullhorns
in their hands.

[dramatic music playing]

[horns honking]

[siren wailing]

[horns continue honking]

♪

Mr. Straub,
Mr. Ellsworth Johnson is here.

Bumpy Johnson.

Fred Straub.

Care for a whiskey?

No, thanks.

Is this the monstrosity you plan
on building on my city blocks?

It seems that this property

was deeded to a...
Marshall Grant.

Yes.

Wonderful man.
A musician, no less.

Yeah, but that's
what made me wonder--

what's a retired musician
have to do with the deed

to demolish city blocks?

He's probably
a smart businessman like you.

Let's call it what it is.

You're using an old man
to cheat a city-funded program.

Harlem is in shambles.

We're gonna tear down
and rebuild

and stimulate
economic growth.

I'm sure the mayor's office
will agree

that's good for the city.

That's my property.

If Marshall Grant doesn't
sign it back over to me,

I'm gonna sue you
and your investors.

Straub & Partners
retains the most powerful,

expensive team of attorneys
on the East Coast.

I can tie you up
in legal paperwork

for as long as you spent
in Alcatraz.

But, uh...

perhaps
we can discuss terms

if you're interested
in becoming an investor.

[laughs]

With all due respect...

go fuck yourself.

[door closes]

- [woman giggling]
- You fucking strunz.

[clears throat]

What did I say about drinking
on the job, huh?

This liquor is cheap
as shit anyways.

- What'd you find?
- Nothing.

Looked everywhere.

Checked all of Johnson's spots,
like Pino said.

Wherever he's hiding
our dope,

it's gonna take a team
of bloodhounds to find it.

Forget Bumpy.
He didn't take our shit.

Go back to all our dope spots
and check out who's dealing.

You see anybody who ain't ours,

yank 'em up
and bring the dope with.

♪ A-wonderin'
All the way down the road ♪

The fuck you looking at?
Do like she says.

♪ A child, I'm told ♪

♪ I gave her my heart,
But she wanted my soul ♪

♪ But don't think twice,
It's all right ♪

♪ I said don't think twice,
It's all right ♪

[Mr. Williams] The great
explorer Christopher Columbus

brought civilization
to the American Indians,

a tribe of people that hadn't
even entered the Iron Age.

[yardstick bangs]

Write this down, class.
You will be tested.

According to Columbus's
own testimony, the Arawak--

that's one of the tribes--

they willingly gave us
everything they own.

They brought us parrots
and balls of cotton and spears

and many other things.

Yes, Margaret?

In addition to being
a great explorer,

wasn't Columbus also responsible
for a lot of murders?

No, he was not.

But it says right here
in the book.

Where? Where does it say that?

You're right. I apologize.

It wasn't murder because he says
here in one of his letters,

"The Arawak people
would make fine servants.

With 50 of my men,
we could subjugate them all

and force them to do
whatever we want."

Stop reading. Stop!
You're disrupting my lesson.

"To subjugate"--

that means "to oppress,"
correct?

That's enough, Margaret.
Be quiet.

So, Columbus never wanted
to kill the Arawak people.

- He wanted to enslave them.
- Shut your mouth!

[yardstick slams desk]

[sirens wailing]

[dog barking in distance]

[argument in distance]

Well, well, well.

If it isn't our little
heroin kingpin.

Trust us when we tell you

handing back Bumpy Johnson
a bunch of milk sugar

ain't the smartest idea.

Bumpy wants to talk
with you.

Oh, I'm guessing
I'm in trouble, huh?

You are trouble.

Tell you what.

Y'all boys let me go,

I got ten kilos left.

You split it
between each other.

Boy...

ain't you learned nothing?

Bumpy don't sell no dope.
Neither do we.

Let's go.

No, I don't think I will.

Hey, hotshot...

if Bumpy wanted you dead,

we wouldn't be standing here
flapping our gums.

So, come walking,

or come flat on your back.

Your call.

[chuckles]

[horn honks]

[Colombo] See, the thing
you gotta understand--

Johnson is about as
thick-headed as they come.

You know, once he gets
his mind set on something,

you can't change it.

You got a light?

We can't have him getting
in the way of the project.

I've got investors
to answer to.

You're gonna need
to take care of Johnson.

That I can't do.

Isn't that exactly
what mob guys do?

Mob guys?

What kind of term is that?

It's a form of prejudice
because I'm Italian.

Let me be very clear
about something.

I am a businessman.

I supply the concrete.
I supply the workers.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fine.

What are we gonna do
about Johnson interfering?

Look, all we have to do
is make sure

that Marshall Grant stays
in our pocket.

But Johnson's trying
to get to the guy.

If Marshall changes
his mind,

then we can kiss
Harlem revitalization bye-bye.

He's not gonna change
his mind.

I tell you what I do.
I sit down with Marshall,

make sure he understands
what's at stake.

Good. Good.

And once the project's
finished,

Marshall's
gonna have to go.

The man is practically
an octogenarian.

He's lived a good,
long life, I'm sure.

Salute.

♪

Yes, I understand
the school's policy.

[door closes]

I absolutely will.

[receiver slams]

We need to talk,
young lady.

I'm tired.

The principal of your school
just called me.

You've been suspended?

Mr. Williams is the one
that should be kicked out.

Did you or did you not
talk back to your teacher

the same way you're talking
back to me right now?

I raised my hand.

And you still managed
to disturb your class.

It's not my fault Mr. Williams
didn't know the facts.

I raised you
better than this.

We conduct ourselves
in a respectable manner

no matter what
the circumstance.

[door closes]

What's going on?

That child
is on my last nerve.

Margaret?

What's going on?

It's not like you
to be disruptive.

You can tell me.

You wanna know what
really goes on in class?

Of course.

♪

♪

It's happening
to a lot of kids.

[sniffles]

I got a feeling
that you didn't leave the South

to come up here and rob me.

I suggest you return
that duji you skimmed.

[scoffs] I got a feeling

you ain't my pops.

I mean,
you don't know nothing

about why I didn't came
from anywhere.

You always so salty?

[chuckles softly]

You care
about the duji so much,

why you just give it back
to the Italians any old way?

I like to stay at peace
with the Gigantes.

What about the rest, huh?
Who they is?

Joe Colombo,
Lucchese, Gambino--

They're all in the duji game, too.

Why did you come up
to Harlem?

You didn't come to Harlem,
did you?

You runned here.

You was chased.

[scoffs]

Nah.

Geechee man?

Nah.

Now, what you done
ran here from?

Likely same reason as you.

Went to live
somewhere Black,

where I'd wake up
in the morning

without a haint or a boo hag
sitting on my chest,

sucking all the life
out of me.

Shit. Uh...

[chuckles softly]

I don't know nothing
about all that.

I came here
to make some bread.

And yet when
I gave you a job,

you skimmed the duji.

Gave me a job?

[scoffs]

No.

You chose me for that job

'cause I was expendable,

and now you're gon'
school me?

Huh?

Let me learn you something,
Mr. Johnson.

Ain't no man Lord over me.

I'm the boss of me.

You're a punk

and a fool.

The job I gave you
was a test.

You failed, just like you're
failing again right now.

Get out!

Don't make me deliver
your ass to the devil.

Cross me once more,
and I will.

♪

[principal]
As you both know,

the law allows teachers
to punish disobedient children.

Lashing a student
isn't punishment.

It's abuse.

Your child was
insubordinate.

I don't give a goddamn iota
what Margaret's offense were.

You should know

that there are
other students with bruises.

I don't see
those other mothers here.

But your daughter's
been a troublemaker.

She... talks back
to Mr. Williams.

Quite honestly, we are here
to talk about Mr. Williams.

That man abused Margaret.
He hit her with a yardstick.

Ladies. Ladies, please.

I'll speak to Mr. Williams
directly.

No! You'll fire
Mr. Williams!

I think it's time
you left my office.

We aren't going anywhere
until we get justice.

You'll have to leave
the premises now.

Don't make me
call the police.

[Bumpy]
Mabel sure was pretty.

Yeah, until you drove her
to drink.

I want to apologize for busting
into your apartment last time.

What do you want this time--
break a window?

I didn't come here to make
a problem with you, Mr. G.

[chuckles] Scam artists
never want problems, do they?

Frank Straub is the one
who's running the scam,

not me.

Straub is the one
paying my rent.

That ain't no scam.
That's an agreement.

I'll happily provide you
with more than rent money.

[chuckles]
For starters...

You can flash all the cash
you want, boy.

Money don't make the man.
The man make the man.

"Boy"?

This is Bumpy Johnson
you're talking to.

Show some respect.

Why? He ain't earned it.

You're about to earn yourself
a thorough ass-whupping.

Pettigrew, ease up, okay?

I ain't letting him
talk to you like that.

The man is an elder.

Don't think you impress me,
Ellsworth.

You the same boy
you always been.

Beelzebub's inside you.

♪

[man] Frankie, I want my money
by this afternoon!

[siren wailing]

♪

[man and woman arguing
in Spanish]

[hinges squeak]

♪

[whispering]
Where's the pusher?

[siren wailing in distance]

Gah! Fuck you!

[grunts]

[grunting]

Hey.

[grunting continues]

[muttering]

Aah!

Ugh!

[gasps]

Nice ring.

♪

This spaghetti is damn good.

Let me tell you.

You like it?

It's called
pappardelle alla carbonara.

It's the best
you can find in America.

I have it special-delivered
from Bamonte's,

along with a very nice bottle
of Chianti.

- Mm.
- Listen, uh...

there's something pressing
I'd like to discuss with you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Colombo,

but if it's about
that white fellow Straub,

I don't want to hear.

No, no, no. No.
It's about Bumpy Johnson.

Do you know each other?

[sighs] Used to.

Not anymore.

Oh. So, you haven't met
recently?

He showed up at my pad.

Wanted to--to talk to me
about that lot on 125th.

Well, what did he say?

Some shit
about how he owned it.

Did he offer you anything?

Blood money.
The man's an upright criminal.

That's how
he come out the womb.

Well, I-I take it you're
not a fan of Johnson?

You could say
I've got a grudge,

and I'm still nursing
that grudge right now.

Mr. Grant...
[clears throat]

Listen, i-it's...

very important

that you don't break your deal
with Fred Straub.

[siren wailing in distance]

You understand
what I'm saying?

Yeah.

[horns honking]

We should tell Daddy.

No. No.
We cannot tell your father.

Why, because he'll kill
my teacher?

Oh, Margaret, please.

Your father would never.

I have eyes, Mama.

I know what Daddy does
for a living.

He spent 11 years in jail
because of it.

Which is exactly
where he'll go back to

if anyone so much
lays a hand on your teacher.

If we don't tell Daddy,
Mr. Williams will get away

with abusing half my class.

Then there are other moms
who feel the same as us.

I say we rally them
to protest.

We step foot
on school property,

that principal will call
the police on us.

We'll be arrested.

Or worse.

Not necessarily.

Not if we have help.

[horn honks]

My secret?

I just put a small amount
of olive oil on the cloth

and rub into the leather.
[chuckles softly]

Forgive me, brother.
Mind if I sit?

I owe you an apology.

Have a seat.

I called you out
at my book signing,

but I'm the one
that turned my back on Harlem.

I went off to France.

It was selfish.

We missed you
while you was gone, Jimmy.

Selfish?

I wanted out
of the ghetto.

I needed air.

But in truth...

I was trying to run away
from being Black.

You weren't Black in Paris?
[chuckles]

Brother, if I learned
anything overseas,

I learned
that I am a Negro man.

I am always Black.

Loud and proud. [laughs]

And if you ask me,

the best thing that
we can do as Black people

is to remember who we are.

We need to bend ourselves
against white aggression,

and I hope we can shield
each other along the way.

This brother got a silver
tongue, don't he, Bumpy?

It's not just whitey.

I've been trying
to build something.

Got Black folks putting
stones in my path.

Is what you're trying to build
for you or for them?

It's for all of us.

Then why don't you take
those stones

folks are putting
in your path

and let them be
a part of the foundation?

[banging on door]

[Chance] Open up!

Bumpy needs to see you.

[clears throat]

I can't.
I-I-I got plans today.

I-I-I--

I just can't.

Rearrange your schedule.

[sighs]

Well, now.

Look who's here.

Are you gonna kill me?

One thing's for sure--
I'm done reasoning with you.

Why are you
bringing me here, then?

Why didn't you just
shoot me in the head?

I'm not trying
to intimidate you, Mr. G.,

but I gotta find some way to...
open your eyes.

My eyes are wide open,

and what I'm looking at
is a damn gangster.

There are all kinds
of gangsters--

Black ones, white ones.

Straub is
a corporate gangster.

Well, I can't do nothing
to stop any of you.

That's not true.

You have all the power.
You just don't realize it.

I don't have no power.

I never have.

The future of Harlem
rests in your hands.

And I'm gonna drag your ass
to Straub's office to prove it.

♪

Fellas, get the car.

♪ Victorious ♪

♪ Too many times
My people see me hurtin' ♪

♪ Too many times
My people see me broken ♪

♪ Too many times
When I ain't have a voice ♪

♪ Too many times
When I ain't have a choice ♪

♪ Too many times
I seem to be attacked ♪

♪ Now I think it's time
We fight back ♪

♪ Time to take our power back ♪

We anticipate starting
construction

within the next three months.

Sorry, sir.
I couldn't stop them.

Mr. Johnson.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

And I see you brought
a friend with you.

I thought
you knew each other.

This is Marshall Grant,

your straw man.

♪

Uh...

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

What the hell do you
people think you're doing here?!

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh ♪

I order you to leave
this building at once!

Sisters,
are we in a schoolhouse,

or are we
in a slave house?

Keep your hands
off our kids!

[women] Preach!

[women shouting at once]

[Bumpy] I just wanna let
the owner of these buildings

see what you've got planned
for his properties.

You don't mind, do you?

No. No.

[laughs] Of course.
Be my guest.

As you can see,

it's a magnificent
multi-structure complex.

That will displace
all the residents.

Exaggeration.

Displacement might occur
in some instances

as a practical necessity,

but it's not something
I anticipate.

In these halls
or on those streets,

what are we
actually punished for?

The color of our skin?

The texture of our hair?

The shape of our bodies?

Or is it just the fact
that we exist at all?

Is that our crime?

Touch my daughter again,
and I'll beat your ass!

[women] That's right!

[Bumpy]
Check out the skyscraper.

These gentlemen
will get to see the sun.

The rest of us--
we get to live in the shadows.

I wanna build a place
for us folks

where we can just be.

You all can come visit
if you like,

but when you come,

no one will be bowing
their heads to you.

And when the cops come,

they won't be putting
their boots on our necks.

♪

These people never learn.

Let's remind them
who's in charge.

♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

No more violence in our schools!

No more abuse in our community!

[protestors] Stop the pigs!

♪ Victorious ♪

♪ Just about to show 'em who's ♪

[Elise] Fire that teacher,
or we are never going to leave.

♪ Glorious ♪

♪ We will see the whole world ♪

You want to test us?

Pig?

♪

Percy's Parking Garage.

Are you gonna tear down
the Apollo Theater

to put this up?

[chuckles] Well, this is all
subject to review.

There will be a great need
for parking structures

with a project
of this magnitude,

and, ideally, we'd like
to create some--

- I'm selling.
- Pardon me?

Oh. Well, that's exactly what
we wanted to hear, Mr. Grant.

I'm selling my property

and giving my 40 acres
and my damn mule

to Bumpy Johnson.

I can sell it to you
for a dollar.

That'll be two rolls
of pennies, please.

♪

I can do that.
[chuckles]

[scoffs]

♪

- [laughs]
- Yes, sir.

I'm here
to see Joe Colombo.

Got a business proposition
for him.

♪

So, you're the Joe Colombo
I've been hearing so much about.

Well, depends
on what the fuck you heard.

Folks saying you the shit.

Man that wants to own
the whole avenue.

- Who wants to own?
- That's right.

If you go into business
with me,

you'll be owning Harlem.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Frank Lucas,

the motherfucker that
just scooped up 20 kilos

of high-quality dope--

well, after it done fell
off a truck.

Your whole new place.

So?

This?

[laughs] This is it?

Shoot! [laughs]

This is all right!

One more thing.

♪

Now we're even.

Who'd have thought?

Hmm?

Bumpy Johnson.

♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, oooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Victorious ♪

♪ Just about to show 'em
Who's glorious ♪

♪ Just about to stop 'em
ignoring us ♪

♪ We gon' see the whole world
Adoring us ♪

♪ Victorious ♪

♪ Just about to show 'em
Who's glorious ♪

♪ Just about to stop 'em
ignoring us ♪

♪ We gon' see the whole world
Adoring us ♪

♪ Adorning us ♪

♪ Too many times
My people see me hurtin' ♪

♪ Too many times
My people see me broken ♪

♪ Too many times
When I ain't have a voice ♪

♪ Too many times
When I ain't have a choice ♪

♪ Too many times
I sat and tried to take it ♪

♪ Too many times
They forced indoctrination ♪

♪ Too many times
I see my people cryin' ♪

♪ Motherfuckers complainin',
I'm finna lose my patience ♪

♪ Too many times
I see my people cryin' ♪

♪ Too many times
I see my people dyin' ♪

♪ Too many times
I seem to be attacked ♪

♪ Now I think it's time
We fight back ♪

♪ Think it's time
To take our power back ♪

♪ Victorious ♪

♪ Just about to show 'em who's ♪

♪ Glorious ♪

♪ Just about to stop 'em ♪

♪ Ignoring us ♪

♪ We gon' see the whole world ♪

♪ Adoring us, adorning us ♪

♪ Victorious ♪

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