All language subtitles for Godfather of Harlem s04e04 Union Blues.eng

[Chin] Despite what you think,
I still love you.

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

and he put fucking Pino
in charge.

Power is something
you gotta take.

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

That boy's fresh off the bus,
country as a bowl of grits.

Thought of something
you can do for me.

Chin Gigante-
rob him blind.

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

Gave him back some.
The rest was milk sugar.

Bumpy Johnson gotta learn.
Nobody plays Frank Lucas.

The job I gave you was a test.
You failed.

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

Cross me once more,
and I will.

Checked all of Johnson's spots,
wherever he's hiding our dope,

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

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.

Nice ring.

[Seale] The Blank Panther Party
for Self-Defense...

Who are they?

California criminals,
if you ask me.

- They look fine to me.
- Shut your mouth!

[Margaret] You wanna know
what really goes on in class?

No more abuse in our community!

- [Black Panthers] Stop the pigs!
- You wanna test us?

Mr. Johnson.
You brought a friend with you.

This is Marshall Grant,
your straw man.

You gonna tear down the Apollo
Theater to put this up?

I'm selling my property
to Bumpy Johnson.

- [laughs]
- Yes, sir.

[applause]

Thank you all
for coming today.

It's a day that I wish
my dear friend Malcolm

were able to witness
with us here.

Public speaking's
not my strength,

so I'm gonna pass this
over to my beautiful,

lovely wife, Mayme Johnson.

Thank you all for coming

to the groundbreaking
for Club St. Clair,

Harlem's new culture
and entertainment center,

named after
Ellsworth's mentor,

the great
Stephanie St. Clair.

During the '20s and '30s,

Harlem was a magnet
for culture in New York City.

People like
Langston Hughes,

Aaron Douglas,
and many others

created
a true Renaissance.

This project will help
bring that back.

The men working here
are from Harlem,

and we are happy to report
that this project will create

over 1,500 new jobs
for our people.

[applause]

[men chanting] Strong and proud,
we stand out ground.

New York is a union town.
Strong and proud...

Come on.

Eyes on you, Ellsworth.

Yeah, yeah.

Strong and proud,
we stand our ground.

New York is a union town.

Strong and proud,
we stand our ground.

- New York is a union town.
- How you doing?

Not bad.
How about yourself?

I was having a lovely day
till you showed up.

Bumpy Johnson.

Mickey Campanella.

[chanting]
...we stand our ground.

So, what's this about?

Can't you read the signs?

Yeah, I can read
the fucking signs.

I made arrangements
with the necessary parties

that my men will be able
to work on this site.

Well, I'm a union boss.

I'm not a gangster,

and we don't got
no arrangement.

How about you get
your goons to go home

and we work
something out?

Nah. That's not
how this goes.

How does it go?

Well, my men are gonna be here

every day,
from dawn till dusk,

until you unionize.

Till I hire your guys.

Oh, you catch on quick,
for a colored.

It's not gonna go
that way.

[man] Taking our fucking jobs!

Goddamn it!
Break this shit up.

? They say heavy is the head ?

? Heavy is the head,
unc gave me the game ?

? I still remember
everything he said ?

? Some niggas
that's on your block ?

? Feel entitled
to what you got ?

? Them people gonna
want your spot ?

? Soon as you make it
to the top ?

? Boy, that's king shit ?

? Pay the lawyer off,
drown the homies out ?

? King shit,
just that bar talk ?

? Make them niggas
kiss the ring shit ?

? Me and you
ain't in the same zone ?

? Now you the type
of nigga to shoot a leg ?

? To get your name known? ?

? A crown don't make you king ?

? A crown
don't make you king ?

[theme song playing]

[choir] ? Yeah ?

? Change ?

? Yea-a-a-ah ?

[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 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 keep a revolver
with your name ?

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

You spoken to Powell?

He's still in Bimini.

Bimini's not the district
that he was elected to serve.

This is slander.
We should sue.

How is it slander?

You were going to build
without unionizing.

Harlem is Harlem.

It ain't no Bensonhurst,
Brooklyn.

White people-
they have no right

coming up in here
making demands.

They see it differently.

Whose side are you on?

Hmm.

I am on the side
of making sure the money

from the Revitalization Act
ends up in your pocket.

The last thing I wanna see
is Harlem rebuilt

by a bunch of guineas.

I just...

I don't see a way
around unionizing,

not once it goes public
like this.

I think you're gonna have
to cut a deal, Ellsworth.

I ain't cutting nothing.

If City Hall catches
even a whiff of you

doing something foolish,
they will pull their funding.

Well, we'll see about that,
won't we?

Ellsworth,
you are the one

who wanted to do
things differently.

You can't turn gangster
every time

an obstacle
gets in your way.

[school bell rings]

If our kids don't eat,
they can't learn.

That's a fact.

And if they don't learn,
they won't rise.

Harlem kids are going
to school hungry.

They've fallen out
in the classroom.

We want every child to have
at least one square meal a day.

We need your help.

Volunteers, donations,
anything that you can give.

Oh, perfect timing.
Thanks.

You're welcome.

- Elise, right?
- Yeah.

Afeni told us what you did
at school the other day.

Nice work.

Couldn't have done it
without her.

Hmm. Driven and humble.

That is a hard combo
to find these days.

Maybe you're just meeting
the wrong people.

Maybe.

Uh, Sadiq.

Pleasure to meet you.

Pleasure to meet you as well.

- What else can I do?
- Oh, uh,

Maurice is handing out voter
registration fliers over there.

- You mind helping him out?
- Not at all.

Thanks.

Um, I'll see you around.

Yeah, see you around.

?

Yes.

Hey!

Officers, I don't have
any donuts,

but I can offer you
some fresh fruit if you like.

We didn't come
for peaches and cream.

Where's your permit?

Our permit is our constitutional
right to be on this free land.

This isn't free land.

This is New York City
school property.

- Time to shut this down.
- We ain't shutting shit down.

You ain't the law. I am.

- Easy, pal.
- Get your pig hands off me.

Relax, Sadiq. Don't give these
gentlemen what they want.

Oh, no, no, no.
They're not gentlemen.

They're pigs.

Cuff Rosa Parks over here.
Toss her ass in the car.

My name is Afeni Shakur.

On what charge?

Resisting arrest.

?

Okay, folks, break it up.

Time to go home.
Party's over.

[overhead bell jingles]

Thanks for meeting
with me.

Ah. You don't gotta thank me.
It's my job.

So, what's on your mind?

I've been thinking
about unionizing.

Ah, well, there's not
much to think about.

New York's a union town,
no two ways about it.

Right.

So, how do I get my guys
in your union and off to work?

Your guys? No, no.

You sign a contract
and my guys do the work.

I want Black workers
on this.

I gotta take care
of my people,

just like you gotta
take care of yours.

It's a matter of pride.

Sixty years ago,
my people came to America,

and nobody wanted
to give them a penny.

Instead of signs
in the window saying,

"No Coloreds Allowed,"

signs for us read,
"Wops need not apply."

Don't compare
your ancestors to mine.

Yours weren't slaves.

No.

But for centuries,

my ancestors were
repeatedly invaded,

killed, raped, brutalized.

So, like you,

we got suffering
in our blood.

And then, one day,
we had enough.

One day, we said,

"We're not gonna let
anyone fuck with us anymore."

So we started looking after
our own people.

So I ain't gonna put
your men on this job.

Matter of pride.

Guess I won't be unionizing.

I guess you won't be building
your project neither.

?

Cowboy Nick Martinelli.
What do you know?

What do I know about what?
He's in your crew.

Cops found him sliced up
somewhere near Rao's.

Did you have anything
to do with that?

Me? I had no beef
with him.

You had beef
with my father.

Is this your way
of settling it?

I put that
in the rearview.

Didja?

Honey, if I still had it
out for your pops,

I'd go right for him.

Taking out a two-bit
like Cowboy Nick

doesn't get my rocks off.

Swear it wasn't you,
Joe?

[laughs] I swear
on my father's grave.

Yeah, but you hated
your father.

What can I say?
I don't know shit.

Pino spoke
to the other Families.

None of them claim
to know anything either.

Well...
somebody's lying.

I mean,
either that or yeehaw

got himself rolled
by a fucking dope fiend.

I don't know.

My guys want answers.

They're looking
for revenge.

Welcome
to the big leagues.

Not so easy being the power
behind the throne, is it?

Maybe you can give me
some advice.

What should I do?

Well, you can't
just let it go.

Not if you want any respect,
you can't.

So you find the cocksucker
who knifed Cowboy Nick

and you cut off
his fucking balls.

- [engine starts]
- [siren wailing in distance]

Where'd you get this?

Found it on the street.

Crazy, huh?

Nice piece
to find in the gutter.

Yeah. Well, my granny always
said I was God's favorite.

How long you been
in Harlem, boy?

Ain't no God up in here.

How much you want for it?

I can't negotiate
with myself now.

How much you gonna pay?

I'll give you $100.

[chuckles]
You shooting that duji.

I can get ten times that.

Well, if you was buying
from Metzgers, sure,

I got to fence it.

Let's go with five bills then.
Sound like a deal?

You can go haggle
with the Jews.

I don't wanna deal
with them now.

I'll give you two, and I'll take
it down to them myself.

We gonna split
the difference.

You gonna
give me three.

[laughing]

Math I was taught.

Splitting the difference
is $250.

- Sure, right.
- Mm-hmm.

Fine.

You got a deal.

Big bills, old-timer.

Nice doing business
with you.

You, too.

And if you find any more rings
in the gutter,

you know who to come to.

Sure do.

I thought unions were supposed
to help people.

In theory, they are.

Then why don't they sign
your workers?

If they were white,
they would.

So unions are racist?

Mm.

Margaret, when are
your college applications due?

December.

You decide
where you wanna apply?

- Berkeley. For sure.
- Ahh.

- California?
- Yeah.

It's where the Black Panthers
first started.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Well, Elise was telling me-

I joined the Panthers.

So that explains
the Afro.

Margaret, help me
clear the table.

But-

I said, help me
clear the table.

?

Have you lost
your goddamn mind?

The Panthers are filling
the void Malcolm left.

They're the only ones helping
the community right now.

Oh, yeah?
What are they doing?

We organized a breakfast
at P.S. 133 today.

And, of course, the cops came

and one of the sisters
got busted.

And they'll arrest
another one tomorrow

and another
the day after that.

Speaking of which,

can I borrow $500

to bail Afeni Shakur
out of jail?

[chuckling]

[sighs]

Sure.

On one condition.

What's that?

You turn in that jacket.

Quit the Panthers?

You really wanna help
this community?

Come work with me.
Help me rebuild Harlem.

What do you have
against them?

Nothing. I just don't wanna
see you arrested...

- [telephone ringing]
- ...or worse.

I can take care of myself.

You want the money?
Just turn in the jacket.

?

No. Keep it.

?

Chance called.

Looks like Stella Gigante
wants a meeting.

[door closes]

You got some balls,
accusing me

of killing a guy
I don't even know.

Nicky Martinelli got
his throat slashed

in a dope house in Harlem.

Last I checked,
that's your signature move.

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

We know you guy your ear
to the streets.

We're just looking
for information.

That's your business,
not mine.

I'm asking with respect,
as a favor.

Okay, sure.

Maybe you could
do one for me.

We ain't doing you
no fucking favors.

And if we find out
it was one of your people,

- you'll be on the hook.
- Does he have to be here?

Pino, shut the fuck up.
What's the favor?

A guy named
Mickey Campanella,

union president
of Local 131.

His guys are
picketing my site.

131 belongs to Colombo,

but I know that the Genovase
Family has influence as well.

I need that union
off my back

so I can build
with my workers.

Well, you're fucking nuts.

In return, I'll put word
out in the streets

that I'm looking
for the person

who iced Cowboy Nick.

Yeah, maybe
I can talk to Colombo.

And say what?

"Do my Black friend a favor.
Don't collect on him."

Then we'll owe him
something in return.

Fuck no.

Ignore him.

I'll talk to Colombo.

This is it.
This is the headquarters.

Well, for now, at least.

It's in the heart of Harlem,
which is good.

It's why Afeni chose it.

You really wanna make
a difference,

you gotta know the people,
and they gotta know you.

This is where we crash.

You got the kitchen
right through there

and, uh, bathroom.
[laughs]

Hey, I need to talk
to you guys.

If we don't make bail
by Friday,

they're moving Afeni
to Bronx Detention.

That's a dangerous place.
We gotta get her out of there.

I know.

- How much money we got?
- $220. We're way short.

Can you ask the donors?

If we start asking them
to solve our problems,

then they'll lose faith
in us.

- What about Bobby and Huey?
- They got their own problems.

Well, we gotta come up
with the money somehow.

I...

There's a drug den
not far from here,

low-level dealers
selling to junkies.

Part of our mission is cleaning
up the community, right?

Yeah.

Four or five of us
could take it down.

They're all getting high
on their own supply.

They won't be hard to roll.

Sorry. Maybe it was
a bad idea.

No.

I think it's a good one.

I don't like it.

You like seeing your sister
get beat down instead?

Of course not, man.
Come on.

Then we got to move then, no?

?

What are we walking
into exactly?

One, maybe two dealers.
Rest are junkies.

We should scope it out.

Definitely.

You sure about this?

Your father is
the biggest drug dealer

in all of Harlem.

Not no more, or so he says.
But who cares?

He ain't the one
we gonna hit.

?

Thanks, fellas.

What, no phone call?

I knew you'd be here.
You're always working.

It's how I get things done.

I think you work too hard.

Are you asking me on a date?

Hmm.

No, just a favor.

Mickey Campanella,
he's a stubborn guy.

He's a union boss.
It's a tough job.

I know he dances
on that little string of yours.

Oh, and you want me
to make him dance.

Yeah, I do.

Put some Black people
on the payroll.

What, are you kissing
Bumpy Johnson's ass now?

He's building in Harlem.
Let him use Harlem workers.

Okay, yeah.

See, I didn't know it was
gonna be a civil rights meeting.

I would've worn my
Bobby Kennedy button.

What's it to you?

More union guys, more dues,
more kickbacks, Black or white.

Listen, you ever think
that maybe I'm trying

to prevent a race war
at Local 131.

Mickey Campanella,
he's old-school.

He's, you know,
he don't like the Blacks.

Then maybe you
should get rid of him.

He's as trustworthy
as a wooden nickel.

Bullshit. Look, I've known
this guy for 35 years.

Really?
'Cause my guy, Fiorentino,

he says Campanella's
been dipping his fingers

into the till.

Look...[sighs]

I mean, I got no problem
with the Blacks.

Neither do you.

I heard you used to let
this Black soul singer

bang you back in the day.

Which begs the question-

why are you here
on behalf of Bumpy Johnson?

Are you fucking him, too?

Better him than you.

?

[door closes]

?

I heard Bumpy's
looking for anything

to do with
that guinea's murder,

so I called first thing.

You did good, Moses.

Some guy told me
some bullshit

that he found it
in the street.

Yeah? You know where the guy is?
Get a name?

Uh, I like to respect
people's privacy.

But he definitely ain't
from around here.

What makes you say that?

Southern boy.

Yeah, dresses like
he just got off a bus.

Real handsome fella.

You know who he is?

- I got a pretty good idea.
- Yeah.

How much this
set you back?

Oh, I paid $400.

You ain't never paid $400
for anything

in your life, you cheap-ass.

Okay, okay. $250.

$250.

We good?

This is only $200. Uh...

Bumpy will remember this.

- Yeah?
- Gotcha.

[door closes]

[Sadiq] Damn shame.

Look at them junkies.
No self-respect.

Don't judge until you've
been in their shoes.

Oh, yeah?

What, you speaking
from experience?

Where'd you grow up?

On a farm outside Memphis.

Bet coming here
was a shock.

You ain't lying.

Come from living
in all that open space

to coming here
and having none.

Why'd you leave?

Can't make much
of a difference

on a farm outside Memphis.

That the dealer
we gonna roll?

Yeah. That's him.

?

[Bumpy] That motherfucker
Campanella needs to die.

Just say the word and
I'll put a bullet in his skull.

- Make that two.
- I wish, but we can't.

Gotta do something.

I'm willing to take
the risk. Fuck it.

Just say the word.

I know you are,
but there's a better way.

How's that?

A union boss
is like a crime boss.

They think
they're untouchable.

So the best way to get rid
of a boss is use another boss.

Well, how we gonna
do that?

I've been doing
a little homework on Local 131.

They've been cooking
the books for years.

Yeah?
Well, all that skim,

they gotta hide that
from the IRS.

Which means they have
two sets of books.

I'm gonna need you
to get them both

when the union hall
closes tonight.

- Okay.
- Alright.

Look,
I'm your oldest friend,

which is why
I get to say this.

Only Negro workers,
not paying off the guineas.

You're living
in fantasy land, brother.

You pay the cops,
you pay the politicians,

and now you're choosing
to swim upstream,

and you could
get washed away.

Some fantasies
are worth fighting for.

Or maybe it's just
you always need a fight.

?

[door opens, closes]

Here's the apartment.
It's on the first floor.

That's where our mark will be.

Who's upstairs?

Strung-out junkies, hookers.
No one to worry about.

No one we know of. [sighs]

What's wrong?

Something don't feel
right about this.

It's the only plan
we got.

[siren wailing in distance]

Okay.

Alright.

[Bumpy] Found out
what you're looking for.

I think I know
who killed Cowboy Nick.

Who is it?

Some kid from the South looking
to make a name for himself.

Been a real thorn
in my side.

What's his name?

Gonna need something
from you first.

Is this
about the union?

131's Joe Colombo's local,
not ours.

These things, they're
not written in stone.

You got my attention.

There's a guy in Local 131,
Bruno Fiorentino.

His brother is Georgie Smash.

Yeah, Georgie's
in our Family.

That's the point.

If Mickey should somehow
step down,

union laws mandate
a snap election.

You want Bruno to run?

No, I want Bruno to win.

So we'd get 131.

And I get to hire
whoever I want on my site.

It's gonna piss Joe off.

You'll handle that.

Whatever you have
planned for Campanella,

will any of it
blow back to us?

None of it.

I'm gonna need whoever killed
Cowboy Nick or no deal.

?

Put the money down.
The money good. Don't touch it.

Whoo!

Let's go!

Alright.

That's how you clean up.

Appreciate y'all.
Aah!

- Oh, shit.
- Fuck.

Bumpy wants
to talk to you.

Talk about what?

This.

?

God gave you some
big balls, Country.

But he also gave you
a chicken brain.

You killed a made man
and then you fence his ring?

It's too small
for me to wear.

I told you to go back
to North Carolina.

Why didn't you
listen to me?

Ain't nothing left
for me there.

Well, there's nothing more
for you here either.

Hey. You can't take me back.

No.

I gotta bring you
somewhere else.

You're gonna feed me
to the wolves?

Sometimes, you gotta
unite with people

you don't want to
for a bigger goal.

So, yeah,
your time's up, Country.

Unite with me.

Come on.

We're from the same South.

Same South
that'll lynch a nigga

if you're staring
at a white girl.

You and me,
we'd be good together.

I know it.

If you don't see that,

then drop me off
at the bus station, alright?

I get on and you never
see me again, I promise.

It's too late for that.

Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

You ain't no better
than me.

Come on. Move!

You ain't no better
than me!

[door opens, closes]

?

[horns honking in distance]

There you go.

What's this for?
We don't need to shoot no one.

We ain't going in there
without no heat.

Alright. Let's do this.

?

There it is. 1E.

?

[man] Bedroom's clear.

No one in here.

I got nothing back here either.

This room's empty.

Elise!

?

[dog barking in distance]

?

I got it. I got it.
Come on. Let's go.

Let's go!

?

Elise, we need to go. Now.

?

I'm sorry, Ronnie.

?

[door closes]

[horn honks in distance]

?

- [car door closes]
- [engine starts]

?

Hey. Cosa fai?

Huh?

[speaking Italian]

I don't know what the fuck
you saying.

He said, "What are you doing
in our neighborhood?"

I'm a fucking janitor. See?

That's what the fuck
I'm doing.

[speaking Italian]

?

[siren wailing in distance]

[Sadiq sighs]

You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Look, what happened
last night-

What happened, happened.

Thank you.

You knew him, didn't you?

Yeah. I did.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I knew him
in another life.

Hey, hey, look who I found.

- Afeni.
- Hey!

- Hi. Hi.
- Look who's back.

- Welcome back.
- [laughs]

Come on, girl.

Hi.

[indistinct conversations]

Hey, boy.
[laughs]

You okay?

I'm good.

May have even found
a few more recruits.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

Look, you wanna get
something to eat?

Hell, yeah. I'm starving.

I'm gonna pass.
I got something I gotta do.

I'll circle back
with y'all later?

Are you sure?
I mean, I can drive you.

No. I'll walk.

- Elise.
- Yeah?

Maurice told me
what you guys did.

Thank you.

[door closes]

How the fuck did
you get these?

These are
Local 131 financials-

bank statements,
audit reports.

I have sources
in law enforcement,

as I'm sure you do, too.

How the fuck did
law enforcement get 'em?

Ain't it clear?

You got a leak
in your little operation.

Bullshit.

Numbers don't lie, Joe.

Misappropriation
of pension funds.

Kickbacks from vendors.

The Feds are gonna jump
all over you for this.

And what, you just came
all the way down here

to warn me of
an impending investigation

out of the goodness
of your heart?

For my own protection,
as much as yours.

You're a fucking liar.

I need to break ground
on my project.

Mickey Campanella being indicted
by Robert Morgenthau

will only slow that down.

Let's face it,
you got a rat in the kitchen.

If that rat's Campanella,
he'll put you back in jail.

How do I know it wasn't you
who went to the Feds?

'Cause you know
I'm not a snitch.

What I know, Bumpy,
is that in this game,

anybody can be a snitch.

Yeah, but not me.

[Margaret] Hey.

What you working on?

An essay
about the Vietnam conflict.

Wanna read it?

When you're finished.

But I, um...

I came to tell you
something.

Is it about the Panthers?

No. Something else.

What?

Your biological father
was a man I used to run with

when I was an addict.

His name was Ronnie.

I got the news today
that he... died.

?

Oh.

I just thought you should know.

And if there's anything
you wanna ask...

?

[sighs]

My father
is Ellsworth Johnson.

I don't know
who this other man is,

but it's taken you this long
to talk about him, so...

I, uh-I guess he never
really meant much to you,

so why would he
matter to me?

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

?

[Bumpy] So here's the hard part.

We've gotta get Colombo
to take out his own man.

Think it'll work?

It might. It might not.

So just how is it that
the Local 131 ledgers

wind up in the hands
of Bumpy Johnson?

I got no idea.

No?

Well, he didn't just snap
his fucking fingers

and make 'em appear
out of thin air.

I mean, who knows?

Maybe he got them
from my deputy, Fiorentino?

Fiorentino's connected to Chin.

Who knows? Who fucking knows?

[guns cocks]

It's your fucking job, Mickey.
I fucking pay you to know.

?

I got the son of a bitch.

Right there. Right there,
on his fucking knees.

Get your fucking hands off.

?

You know why you're here?

I'm guessing it ain't 'cause
you wanna see my pretty face.

You pawned a ring
on 125th.

Yeah, so what if I did?

A ring you took
from the guy you killed.

One of our guys.

He was an associate
of this family.

No. No, you got it wrong.

I won that ring,
in a dice game over in 137.

Piece of shit!

If the Feds decide
to indict the union

based on those ledgers,
how do I know

that you're not gonna take
a deal to avoid jail?

[mutters]

You know, Joe,

go fuck yourself.

Fuck you and the ground
you're standing on.

You're the godfather
to my children.

You think I'd dime you
over fucking ledgers?

?

I gotta tell you,

losing those ledgers
is a big fucking deal, Mickey.

The responsibility
for losing those ledgers

clearly falls on you.

I'm sorry, Joe, okay?
I'm sorry. I'll fix it, okay?

And if I can't, you got
nothing to worry about.

We'll pay off the judge.

And, hey, worst comes to worst,
I'll do the time.

?

I'm sorry, too,

but I can't leave room
for no error.

[Frank]
I know it look bad,

and I see why your man
might wanna blast me,

but I'm telling you,
I ain't have shit to do

with stealing that damn ring.

Bumpy says you did.

Bumpy said I pawned a ring,
which I did.

But Bumpy ain't say
I killed your man.

Cut the shit, or Pino's gonna
blast your brains out right now.

- You've got 60 seconds.
- Look, I ain't lying.

I ain't kill your man.

Oh, fuck this guy.
He's gotta go.

You think you've got Bumpy
in your pocket, huh?

Check again.

He playing you.

I don't believe you.

Who do you think told me
to cut the dope in half

when I stole it
off your pastry truck, huh?

I've been telling you
that Johnson's behind it.

I've been telling you
this whole fucking time.

?

Alright,
I'm gonna let you live.

On one condition.

I need to know everything

that's happening
on the streets of Harlem.

Got it?

[applause]

Mr. Johnson,
can I take a photo?

Just make sure you get
my good side, not my bad.

Smile.

? I've walked
this road before ?

Yeah.

- Another one.
- ? I thought I was done ?

? With petty wars ?

? You know I only came to win ?

?

Much better.

?

? A crown won't
make you a king ?

? But a million mice
that can... ?

? Till they black out
the daylight ?

? Power's a beautiful thing ?

?

? Wearing a crown
won't make you king ?

?

-? Heavy is the head ?
- ? Talk to 'em, unh ?

? Heavy is the head,
unc gave me the game ?

? I still remember
everything he said ?

? Some niggas
that's on your block ?

? Feel entitled
to what you got ?

? Them people gonna
want your spot ?

? Soon as you make it
to the top ?

? Boy, that's king shit ?

? Pay the lawyer off,
drown the homies out ?

? King shit,
just that bar talk ?

? Make them niggas
kiss the ring shit ?

? Me and you
ain't in the same zone ?

? Now you the type of nigga
to shoot a leg ?

? To get your name known? ?

? Boy, that's king shit ?

?

? A crown don't make you king ?

?

? Wearing a crown
don't make you king ?

[chuckles]

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