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So, you're
the Joe Colombo

I've been hearing so much about.

Folks saying you the shit.

If you go into business with
me, you'd be owning Harlem.

You killed a made man...

...and then you
fenced his ring?

What, you gonna feed
me to the wolves?

Your time's up, Country.

Fuck this guy. He's gotta go.

You think you got Bumpy
in your pocket, huh?

Check again. He playing you.

All right, I'm gonna let
you live, on one condition.

I need to know everything

that's happening on
the streets of Harlem.

- Elise, right?
- Yeah.

Sadiq. Pleasure to meet you.

I joined the Panthers.

Have you lost your goddamn mind?

The Panthers are the only ones
helping the community right now.

What do you have against them?

Nothing. I just don't
want to see you arrested.

I can take care of myself.

Malcolm's killers will pay.

You do that, you gon' have
to answer to Bumpy Johnson.

Turn him loose!

I am thrilled to be considered

for the New York
Fine Arts Board.

I think bringing the
real Harlem to the museum

is exactly what we need.

Thank you all for coming

to the groundbreaking
for Club St. Clair.

...union town.

I made arrangements with
the necessary parties

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

I'm a union boss, and we
don't got no arrangement.

Only Negro workers?

You're living in
fantasy land, brother.

Some fantasies
are worth fighting for.

Fucking Sally
"Beesh" and Joe "Fig"

are light this week.

Yeah.
I'll talk to them.

Yeah, tell 'em it better
not fucking happen again.

Well,
what do you want?

Frank Lucas is here to see you.

Frank?

All right, send him in.

Hey! Look who it is.

What happened?

Some more Genovese
duji fell off a truck?

Nah, I ain't that lucky.

What? You just missed
my smiling face?

Not quite.

Look, man, I'm wondering if
you got some work for me.

Work?

What, this look like a fucking
employment office to you?

Look, it's my old
lady, all right?

She likes certain things, man.

Certain things cost money.

All right, yeah, I understand.

What's her name?

You got some work for me?

Have him collect
from Sally and Joe.

No. You know what? I
got somethin' better...

somethin' more in your lane
I could use a hand with.

Yeah, what's that?

Well, Bumpy Johnson broke ground
on his site uptown in Harlem.

Somehow, he found
a concrete company

not under my influence.

I need you to go
talk to the owner.

Guy's name is Earl.

Tell Earl that he
owes me a G a week

for as long as he
pours for Bumpy.

And if he don't pay?

Well, then, you don't get paid.

Well, let's make
sure he pay, then.

That's the idea, Frank.

Your name Big Earl?

I am, boy. Who's you?

My name Frank.

I work with Mr. Joe Columbo.

Oh. You mean you work for him.

What you want, man?
It's been a long day.

I'm ready to get
home to my old lady.

I'm guessing you
know how this work.

Now, like, Joe only want
one G from you a week.

Now, he gonna be sending me down
here to get it from you now.

I'm being shaken
down by my own kind.

Fuck this world coming to?

Look, you're paying a lot less

than a lot of other
motherfuckers now.

Listen to me, boy.

I ain't ever paid
shakedown money.

Know why?

I'm sure you gon' tell me.

'Cause when you were swimming
around in your daddy's balls,

I was putting bullets
in Nazi heads.

Yeah, protecting this
country so shitbags like you

could see the light of day.

Now, you go tell your boss
I want a G a week from him

for saving his
spaghetti-shitting ass

from eating schnitzel
for the rest of his life.

How much you got on you?

All right, look,
whatever you got, man,

could be a down
payment...

Yeah, mm-hmm. Yeah.

Get the fuck off my goddamn lot!

I'll kill you if I see you
around here again, you hear?!

I said, you hear?!

Aah! Shit! Ah! The
fuck you gone done?

Put your fucking hands on me.

You fucking... Oh,
you fucking punk!

Oh, goddamn it!

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Change ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Bring it in.

Look at that! At this rate,
we'll be over by summer.

You really think Bumpy
gon' make it happen, huh?

- What did you say?
- You heard me.

Every time he about
to break free,

they put something
else in front of him.

Nat, you ever known Bumpy not
to do what Bumpy say he gon' do?

No, no, I ain't never
heard Bumpy say something,

then that something
don't happen. No.

Then shut the fuck up. It's
a beautiful fucking sight.

Look around you.

Got nothing but
brothers up in here.

Brothers doing the demo,
brothers digging ditches,

brothers pouring the cement.

Yeah, yeah. From
Brother Earl in Trenton.

Earl,

the only motherfucking
Negro in the Tri-State area

with a cement yard.

I gotta give
you that one, man.

Earl is one tough,
hard-headed brother.

Almost as hard-headed as you.

What that supposed to mean?

Well, if being hard-headed was
a sport, you had a trophy case.

What?

- We got a fucking problem!
- What?

- What the fuck is it?
- Come on. Follow me then.

Excuse... Move, move, move.

What's going on?

No fucking way.

Earl!

This is so fucked. Damn.

You did good work, kid.

Hey, let me ask you somethin'.

You really put the
guy inside the mixer?

Can't say I too much remember.

Ah! This kid... he
catches on quick.

Yeah, he's a keeper.

So, who the fuck do
you think you are?

I tell you when
it's time to leave.

As I was saying,

I could always use a
kid catches on quick.

What do you say,

you wanna come on board
with me, more permanent?

Got a lot of stuff I
need managed uptown.

With all due
respect, Mr. Colombo,

I ain't come up from Goldsboro

to be nobody's house nigga.

You see, I comes out here
to make it on my own.

Nobody makes it on their own.

Everybody needs friends.

Sooner or later,
you'll find that out.

Probably sooner, as
stubborn as you are.

But hey, hey, look, I ain't
gonna force you to work for me.

This is America, after all,

you know, the land
of opportunity.

I offer you an opportunity,
you're too dumb to take it,

none of my business.

Well, I appreciate you
understanding, Mr. Colombo.

Now, if you've got any day
work, you know where to find me.

Well, good luck out
there on your own.

As long as our interests
don't conflict.

But if they do...

yeah, I know where to find you.

Now you go.

Five minutes.

Well, look at this.

I joined the Black
Panther Party.

What do you think?

I like it.

Brings out your natural
strength, confidence.

I've been trying to
see you for a while.

All they'd say is you
were in the infirmary?

Well, apparently, they like
to keep an eye on a gut wound

in case it turns septic.

A gut wound? My
daddy swore that...

Your daddy wasn't behind it.

In fact, what I understand,
he's the reason I'm alive.

So, they finally gonna move you
someplace with special housing?

It don't matter.

Words out now Bumpy
Johnson's behind me.

Makes me the safest
man in this joint.

Thank God. I
can't lose you, too.

Elise, I don't want you
to come see me anymore.

- What?
- I respect the fact

you joined the
Black Panther Party.

It's time to move
on with your life.

You're part of my life.

I'm a part of this
now, and you ain't.

I'm not gonna abandon you.

You know what it's like
to see you in here?

To see what I know
I'll never have?

Thank you for everything.

Don't come back.

They killed Earl.
Stuck him in a cement mixer.

Damn.

Earl had a family, kids?

- What you do for 'em?
- What you want?

You reach out to his wife?

Not yet.

Where's she living?
In, uh, Jersey?

Yeah. East Orange.

I want you two to drive
out there tomorrow

and give her 10 grand.

Ask her if there's
anything she needs.

Yeah. Okay.

So... who killed him?

Chin's out of town, so
I'm guessing Joe Colombo.

Me, too.

The question is, what
are we gonna do about it?

The other question is where
we getting concrete now?

You got any thoughts about that?

Remember Jackie Henderson?

He used to manage fighters
out of Gleason's for a while

until they took his license for
that nasty Benny Paret business?

Oh, yeah.

Well, he bought into a
batching plant in Flushing.

Well, that's our next move.

What?

These Guineas... you
keep cutting 'em out,

they're gon' keep cutting us up.

You want me to make
a deal with 'em

after all we've been through?
- Way of the world, Bump.

White man got his fingers in
every pie, no matter what it is.

How we gon' change that?

No one ever has.

Reach out to Jackie in Flushing,
see if he wants to make a deal.

Where you gon' be?

Telling Colombo that if he
keeps fucking with our concrete,

then I'm gonna fit him for
a pair of concrete shoes.

I'm afraid I wasn't at
my best last time we met.

You mean when I
gave you your life?

It's good to see you again.

You wanna tell me why
you called me here,

or you expect me to guess?

Watch your fucking tone.

I understand that Joe Colombo
had you whack some poor sap

from Philly and stick him in
one of his own concrete trucks.

Oh. Can't say I know
nothin' about that.

But if you did...

If I did...

I left you breathing

so that you could keep
me one step ahead.

How come we gotta hear
about this all secondhand?

Ah, I told you we should have
greased this fucking clown.

And we will grease
this fucking clown

if he ever tries
this shit again.

You know, you think you can play
both sides against the middle.

That's just gonna get
you a shallow grave

on the Eastern
Parkway, you hear me?

Oh, I'm listening.

So, Colombo's
trying to muscle in

on Bumpy's construction project.

The thing about Joe Colombo...

he don't think he owe
me any explanations.

Just hired me for a job.

But you're still
in tight with him?

- As far as it goes.
- What the fuck does that mean?

It means there's a limit to how
much Joe will trust a Black man.

Makes sense.

Won't trust a nigger any
more he would a woman.

'Cause women are soft?

I guess you're right,

'cause if we ever hear about
Colombo secondhand again,

Pino's gonna wanna
cut off your balls,

stuff 'em in your mouth.

Me? I'll just have you
killed fast and easy.

I warned you about Campanella
leaking your union books,

and this is how you repay me?
- Get the fuck outta here!

You and that cocksucker Chin
got me 13 months in Greenhaven.

Seems to me I'm still the one
who ought to be getting paid.

The guy you killed is a
citizen, Earl Brantley.

You know, a working man.

You don't want a player tackled,
keep him off the fucking field.

What's it gonna take, Joe,
to get you out of my way

so that I can get
this thing built?

I told you.

I want a piece.

And I'm telling you,
let this one be.

If it ain't me, it's
gonna be somebody else.

Project this big,
Vegas in Harlem?

Nobody goes it alone.

I said I'd stay out of
the uptown duji business.

This is what I expect in return.

- This is what you expect?
- That's right.

You know, look, I've...

I've always
respected you, Bumpy.

Okay, we've had our differences,

but I respect the way
you carry yourself.

And I respect the way
you always make money.

What I cannot respect

is you not wanting to share.

Let me be clear, Joe, so
that there's no mistakes.

If you don't want trouble,
stay away from me,

stay away from my people.

James Baldwin?

Agnes at MoMA can't even
get him to tour the museum.

And you managed to get
him to do a reading.

Well, I told you,
James is an old friend.

Well, the board is
simply over the moon.

The tea... it's
called chamomile.

I'm aware.

Do you know what
he plans to read?

He hasn't told me yet, but we're
having coffee to discuss it.

It should be something
more visceral,

something that captures
the raw essence

of the Harlem ghetto.

Shocking, but hopeful.

I'll be sure to tell him.

This is delicious.

Chamomile.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey there, little one.

I wanted to thank you for
watching out for Omar.

Of course.

Y'all figured out a way to
bail out your Panther friend?

We got her.

Should I ask where
you raised the money?

Not if you don't wanna know.

You gotta stop running
with these radicals, Elise.

They're gonna end up
getting you killed.

I'd rather die
fighting than wait

for some trigger-happy
cop to kill me 'cause

I ain't kiss his ass right.
- You wanna talk about pigs?

I had my head split open
in the basement of the 2-7

long before you were ever born.

I know that.

That's why I thought you, of
all people, would understand.

I do.

So, you agree with
the Panthers' mission,

but you don't want
me to be a part of it

'cause I might get hurt.
- Damn right.

Didn't you teach
me the worst thing

a person could be
was a hypocrite?

You're my little girl.

I almost lost you
before to the needle.

I couldn't take
losing you again.

I love you, Daddy.

Love you, too.

But this fight...
it's bigger than us.

Look, if you're gonna
keep hanging out

with these militants,

you're not gonna be
welcome at the house.

I can't have this
around Margaret.

You're gonna have
to make a decision.

No. I don't.

The community is listening.

Every morning... Answer
the door, answer the door.

Don't do that.
Don't do that now.

Every morning, people
are bringing you...

Look, we gotta win
hearts and minds.

Hey, girl.

I was worried we
spooked you off.

What happened with
your other life?

What happened is
we got Afeni out.

You think there's room for
me to crash here a while?

I don't see why not.

The more the merrier,
isn't that what they say?

Yeah. They're talking
about next steps.

So, then, I don't know... I
don't think y'all thinking...

You're missing the point about
what our objective is here.

No, no,
listen. Listen. Listen.

No one's doubting the importance
of the school programs.

I just said we
gotta do something

that's gonna make people notice.

They are noticing.

They are noticing as soon
as we go on the offensive,

we are not only giving
those pigs more reason

to come down on us...
- Mm-hmm.

...we alienate our white allies
like The Village Voice...

Man, fuck The Village Voice!

Fuck them white,
liberal motherfuckers.

We are a self-defense
collective,

not a paramilitary organization.

That's the point right there.

We're talking about
a symbolic action.

- We not aiming to kill anyone.
- Hey, look here.

Fella I know talking
about some crackers

trying to sell some explosives.

Military grade.

Enough to turn the
2-7 precinct house

into a "symbolic" parking lot.

Ain't nothing symbolic
about explosives, Sadiq.

We barely had enough
money to bail her out,

and now you talking
about buying explosives?

Do you hear yourself?

Who said something about buying?

Oh, so robbing explosives?

Guys, guys,
we agreed to table this

until after the
summit with Oakland.

And now I wanna untable it.

Look what they did to you.

All I'm asking is, what
we gonna do about it?

Don't make this
about her all of a sudden.

I'm as angry about
it as you are.

Bombing them, though,

is only gonna give them
an excuse to fuck us up.

They don't need an excuse.

They lock us up for nothin',

put away innocent men for
the rest of their lives.

Nobody ever has
to answer for it.

What do you mean?
Y-You're supporting this?

Violence is the
pig's only language.

They need to know
that we're for real.

Must have learned
that from her father.

Hey.

- Stop, stop.
- Somebody gotta say it.

Maybe I did.

Let's put it to a vote.

Tell Bumpy I'm sorry.

Bumpy
don't wanna hear sorry.

Well, what's he
want to hear then?

He wants
to hear "yes."

Hey, what am I supposed to say?

You're supposed to say
you'll sell us concrete.

Do you think I ain't
heard about the last guy

y'all talked to supply you,

how he ended up in the
back of his own mixer?

Come on, man, what do I say

when Joe Colombo spots
my trucks in Manhattan?

Afraid we're gonna
have to insist.

Oh, come on. Man, I've been
doing business with Bumpy

since I first started
out in the fight game,

and never once has he
insisted I take an offer.

Desperate times, I guess.

What, so now I gotta choose
who I'm more afraid of,

y'all or Joe Colombo?

Man, this ain't no
way to do business.

What if we paint the
trucks, swap out the plates?

Colombo can't tell
they're yours.

But Joe Colombo's
got long tentacles.

He could suss out Jackie's
trucks are doing the job.

Man, why you always
gotta shit on my ideas?

'Cause your ideas are shit.

What if we didn't
need your truck?

If we just wanted the concrete,
would you sell it to us then?

What's good the concrete you
can't get it where you need it?

Let us worry about that.

Woman, you look as
fine as fish sticks.

Where are you headed?

I'm going to see Jimmy Baldwin,

tell him Alice Bradshaw
has some "thoughts"

about what he's reading
at the gathering tomorrow.

He'll love that.

I hope you didn't wear that
dress for Baldwin, did you?

It'd be an awful waste.

I noticed, um,

Elise packed her bags and left.

She can come back as soon as
she's done with those radicals.

I can't have that
stuff around Margaret.

Ellsworth,

Margaret is already
around all that stuff.

I mean, in school, in the
newspapers, on television.

Do you understand that
by kicking Elise out,

you're actually making her
more exposed to danger?

And what's gonna
hurt Margaret more,

if Elise dies as a Panther
or lives here as one?

I don't want her
to die anywhere.

I know, and I personally think

the Panthers are going about
things the wrong way, but...

Maybe Elise would rather
live for something

than die for nothing.

- See you later.
- Okay.

So, uh, what do you mean you
never drove a truck before?

Now, when the hell would I ever
had to drive a cement truck?

It's just like a car, except
everything's slow and heavy.

Plus, your blind spots
are really blind.

Fuck it, I'll figure it out.

None of which matters a lick

until we get through
this chain link.

He could climb over
the razor wire,

ram through the
fence on our way out.

Driving over a chain
link and razor wire

might snag one of the axles.

Besides... I came prepared.

Ahh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Hold the phone, baby.

Something that captures the raw
essence of the Harlem ghetto?

Shocking but hopeful?

Those bitches got
another thing coming.

- James.
- More coffee?

Yes. Thank you, Delia.

Mnh-mnh. You've had enough.

And you still owe me $20
from Rosa's poker night.

Delia, Delia,
Delia, Delia, Delia.

I need you to mind yourself.

Stay away from controversial
topics, just this once.

The New York Fine Arts Board

is a very influential
group of people.

Ain't it the truth?

I imagine that's why you're
trying so hard to get on it?

I am trying to get on it
to help Black artists,

present company
very much included,

get the recognition
they deserve.

You know how much talent in
our community never gets seen

or heard in wider circles?

No. Tell me about it.

You know those white
bellies don't want change.

They just wanna feel noble
'cause they rub elbows

with us pitiful Negroes
up here in the jungle.

Well, this pitiful Negress
is begging you to err

on the side of
hopeful, not shocking.

Let's not offend
those white bellies.

Mayme Johnson...

you are the bee's knees.

Where you going, girl?

I'm... not sure.

It's bad manners.

Vote for a call of action,

and then bail
before you come to.

Might call that chickenshit.

Look, I respect what
we're doing here.

You know I do. But
my daddy is right.

I go to prison, it ain't
just me that suffers.

My daughter.

We're doing this
for your daughter

and for the children to come.

You were the one who
said bombing is wrong.

Look, Elise,

when I first joined the party,

I was flip-flopping
around, just like you.

It just takes some time to get
used to the idea of revolution.

I'm just confused, is all.

Omar, my kid, my daddy...

it's all just a
jumble in my head.

When your daughter was
getting whupped by the school,

who had your back?

Just keep the
faith with us, sis.

- Yeah, I got that.
- How's it going?

We're making good time.

Odds are we're
finished by sundown.

That's good.

Junie ain't never drove
a truck before today.

He never drove a truck before?

Shit, I'm a fast learner.

Don't worry about it.

He ain't gonna be driving
into the city anyway.

- How come?
- Black driving a cab?

Colombo makes him as soon
as they cross the bridge.

Who are we gon'
get to drive 'em?

That's my next stop.

Hey, hey.

What?

Backing down don't
always make you a coward.

Sometimes it just
makes you smart.

You really don't think I
can beat these Guineas, huh?

Shit, since I was 22 years old,

I seen you do things I
didn't think could be done.

So, what's the problem then?

You get your dream
built. Vegas in Harlem.

People from the hood
are gonna be staring up

at Bumpy Johnson's empire,

touching the sky, thinking,

"What else could be possible?"

Who's gonna be thinking
about what kind of piece

Joe Colombo got? No
one's even gonna know.

- I'll know. I'll know!
- That's pride.

You bet your ass it is.

We putting a lot on the
line for your pride.

He's gonna come after you
hard, and you know it.

You want out? Just
say so. Just say so.

Not me. I'm with
you till the end.

My man.

Just saying, you ain't
gotta jump off a cliff

just to prove you ain't
scared of heights.

You're asking us to go
against Joe Colombo.

You are against Joe Colombo.

Last I checked, you're the
Genovese Family, right?

If we give you union
drivers for the cement,

Colombo will find out.

It'll cause a war.

- So, we gotta be careful.
- What's in it for us?

I figure anything that's
against Joe Colombo

is a win for you.

I don't know how many
times I got to say this.

I got out of the duji game.

Your old man... he'd
understand the value of that.

My old man, who hates
your fucking guts,

you think mentioning
him helps your case?

He hates my guts, but he
always ended up siding with me.

You know why?

Because he knew that
he could trust me.

I advise you to do the same.

- You're giving us advice now?
- Yeah, why not?

All right, look.

We'll give you the drivers
because we make more money

with you as our
friend than our enemy.

But if Colombo finds
out, we're both fucked.

So, we gotta make
sure that he don't.

Remember, the more they believe
you're really ready to kill him,

the less likely they are
to make you prove it.

You're talking about
robbing an armory.

We need explosives, and we
ain't got money to buy 'em.

What choice do we got?

Look, y'all asking for trouble.

There'll be military
police all over the place.

And we'll be ready for those
motherfucking mean-green MPs.

I scouted the place.

The west gate only
got one guard.

You got any idea how
many tons of ordnance

the Army's sending
to Vietnam every day?

We pluck one box, and we
gone. Nobody's the wiser.

Look, all I'm saying is,
I hope it don't end up

like the last time
with one of us in jail.

You got a better
idea, college boy?

A chemical company.

What, we fitting to
get the ingredients,

mix it up ourselves
like a cake?

No, they got dynamite there

for demolition projects,
stuff like that.

Dynamite? At a
chemical company?

Ain't really chemical.
They do extermination.

Yeah, and how you
know all this, sister?

Because...

it belongs to my father.

Sit the fuck down.

I don't know why
you called me back.

I ain't talked to Joe Colombo
since the last time we spoke.

You will.

He's gonna be sending you
after some of my union drivers.

When? Why?

When he finds out they've
been delivering concrete

to Bumpy Johnson. I don't
want our people hurt.

Might put you in a sweet spot.

If Joe Colombo, Bumpy
Johnson going at it,

you get to stay
everybody's best friend.

Let us do the
thinking, smart guy.

Let me get this straight.

You want me to
protect your drivers?

Hey, give him a fucking prize.

For a fee, of course.

Where they hauling
Bumpy's concrete from?

Flushing. I'll give
you the address.

Fuck us around, screw this up...

I'll be waitin'.

You gon' be waiting on me?

I don't know if that's
the date you want.

Hmm. Careful, nigger.

Genovese Family
ain't all broads.

He really say all that?

Yeah, he want me to
know how tough he is.

Like a school
kid playing Al Capone.

So, then he really
ain't all that tough.

Nah, he plenty tough,

but he ain't calling no shots.

See, Chin Gigante's daughter...
she running the show.

Get the fuck out. A woman?

See, this ain't
no regular woman now.

That's Chin flesh and blood.

And Pino... he the underboss.

Chin Gigante's daughter.

I don't know, Frank, you in
biz with all these Italians.

You playing with fire.

I ain't scared of no fire.

I done seen what fire can do.

But this time... this time
I'm gon' do the burning.

I'm gon' burn 'em all down,
we gon' see who left standing.

♪ There are many loves ♪

♪ That lives on in history ♪

♪ But the love of
all time Is yours ♪

♪ And, uh, And what
it does to me ♪

♪ There's no one ♪

♪ Like my love for you ♪

♪ Oh, for you ♪

I got somethin' for you,

but we gon' have to get a
couple things straight first.

What the fuck is this?

You come in here making demands?

I ain't got no demands for you.

I just wanna make sure
we clear where we stand.

Now, that offer you gave
me about looking after

your interests
uptown, I gotta admit,

I probably said no
a little too quick.

My gran always said I
ain't had great patience.

That offer still on the table?

Yeah, I don't know, Frank.

I don't usually
reopen negotiations,

you know what I mean?

It ain't good
business, you know?

I tell you what,
just out of curiosity,

what made you change your mind?

You gon' wanna know what I know.

But when I tell you,

it ain't gon' be safe for
me out here on my own.

It ain't gon' be safe
for you on your own.

Jesus, who would have
seen that coming?

Safe from who, Bumpy Johnson?

The Genovese Family.

Stella Gigante.

What about her?

She playing the hell out you.

Now, she helping Bumpy
Johnson backdoor you.

Look, like I said,

when I tell you what I know,
I'm gon' need protection

'cause she gon' know
it came from me.

Okay.

Congrats, you're on the payroll.

You work for me now.

Let's hear it.

I know where Bumpy Johnson
getting that concrete.

Almost ready?

For what?

The reading.

Jimmy Baldwin, the New
York Fine Arts Board.

Don't tell me you forgot.

I got business.

No.

What?

I said no, not today.

I told you how
important this was.

Alice Bradshaw wants
to meet my husband,

and last I checked, that's you.

Mayme, I'm due in Flushing at
4:00. It's really important.

And what I'm doing isn't?

Can you just give up your damn
business for one afternoon,

or am I, as usual, on the
bottom of your priority list?

You know that what
I'm trying to build

is not just about me, right?

And the New York Fine Arts
Board isn't just about me.

Ellsworth, I am trying
to crack open a door

for those coming behind us.

And if that means I have
to sit there grinning

for some downtown
ladies, then so be it.

Now, are you in or are you out?

- Okay. I'm going.
- Thank you.

What's Baldwin gonna read?

Something positive.

- Excuse me, folks.
- Yeah, come on in.

You ready, Bump? Junie's
out front with the car,

Nat's on his way with
the rest of the guys.

I want you to go with Nat.

Leave Junie here to drive us.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Call me from the road when
you got it all loaded.

Stella's drivers
are on the move.

All right.

So, ready to go?

You know, I had
issues with my daddy,

but I ain't never
tried to rob him.

This ain't about my father.
This is about the cause.

You think he gon'
see it that way,

robbing dynamite
from his business?

Deep down, I think he
supports what we stand for.

All right.

Well, I'm looking forward to
reading his thank-you note.

Here's hoping he don't sign
it with no straight razor.

I'm gonna share
something with you

from my new book this evening.

This is a crowd with
an authentic concern

for all of us authentic people
of the authentic ghetto.

I figured I'd tell you

what that ghetto's
authentically about...

the jungle,

shocking... but hopeful.

What is this?

A nightmare.

In the jungle, you're eating,
or you're getting eaten.

In the jungle, ain't no such
thing as go along to get along.

In the jungle,

the Black man has
historically been forced

into a position of sacrifice
for the sake of a society

that continually
marginalizes him.

In the jungle, sacrifice
is a perilous path.

Excuse me, Miss Johnson.

We're supposed to pick up
something for my father.

Nobody told me.

I'm telling you.

Need any help?

That's why I brought him.

For precisely at the moment
you develop a conscience,

you find yourself
at war with society.

The power of the white world

is imperiled whenever
a Black man refuses

to accept white
society's definitions.

And the more a country is
determined to remain white,

the more it will become hostile
to everyone who is not white.

In the jungle, the
sacrifices you make

to fight for civil
rights and equality

put you at the very
threshold of death's door.

Perhaps the time has come

for Black people to arm
themselves against this terror

before it's too late, hmm?

At war with society,

the victim who is able to
understand the situation

of victimhood is
no longer a victim.

They are a threat.

All right, I'll
have Louie show you

where to pull the trucks
in. Where's Bumpy?

At a book reading.

Man, get the fuck
outta here, man.

All right, we'll check the
consistency of the mix,

and then we'll be ready
to load. All right?

Oh, shit!

Take cover!

...with which Negroes are
treated in this country

cannot be overstated,

no matter how unwilling
white society is to hear it.

Watch your
left, watch your left!

Stay down, stay down!

Oh, shit!

We must take a stand against
the brutalization of the people

as a fight for our
survival and our dignity,

regardless of the
sacrifices it may take.

Ignorance matched with power

is the most dangerous
enemy justice can have.

The time has come for
Black people to fight back!

In the jungle,

every day is about
striking a balance

between self-preservation
and self-sacrifice.

And surely, surely,

the most dangerous creation
of any civilization

is the man who has
nothing left to lose.

Come here!

Die, motherfuckers!

Chance, on your left!

Damn, man.

In the jungle,

sacrifice is often
the cornerstone

of self-preservation,

which brings us to the
central question...

how much of yourself
can you sacrifice

before there's nothing
left to preserve?

I think your luck done run out.

Which means, in no
uncertain terms,

the white man's heaven
is the Black man's hell.

Get in!

Fuck!

Shit!

Shall we give it a test?

Are you ready?

If white America does not
address the systemic racism

and oppression of
Black people...

...there will be an inevitable
uprising in the jungle.

Oh.

A fire stoked with the
kindling of hatred.

A conflagration fed

by the accumulated
rage of frustration

from centuries of oppression.

The fire outside, do remember,

springs always from
the fire inside.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Alice, I am so sorry.

I wasn't expecting him to...

Wasn't it brilliant?

Brilliant.

I think it's the best
thing he's written in ages.

Do you agree?

I do.

And the board?

Did the rest of them like it?

Ah, they were enchanted.

Mayme, darling,
I'm almost certain

you're about to be a
member of our board.

Nat, what are you...

Hey.

Alice, this is Nat Pettigrew.

He's one of my
husband's drivers.

Pleased to meet you.

Hey, boss, I need
to talk to you.

Excuse us for a moment.

You lost your mind, running
up in here like that?

Look, Bumpy. We have
a serious problem.

What is it? What's wrong?

It's Chance.