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[Frank]
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...
- [shouts indistinctly]

...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.

[Elise]
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.

[screaming, sobbing]

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.

[men chanting] ...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.

[Bumpy] Some fantasies
are worth fighting for.

[sighs]

[door closes]

[dog barking in distance]

Fucking Sally "Beesh"
and Joe "Fig"

are light this week.

[Vinnie] Yeah.
I'll talk to them.

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

[clears throat]
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.

[chuckles]

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.

[inhales deeply]

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.

[rips paper from book]

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.

[ship horn blowing,
traffic sounds]

[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.

[exhales deeply]

How much
you got on you?

All right, look,
whatever you got, man,

could be a down payment--
[grunts]

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.

- [grunts]
- [shouts]

You fucking--
Oh, you fucking punk!

Oh, goddamn it!
[moans]

[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 ♪

[indistinct conversations]

Bring it in.

[indistinct conversations
continue]

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.

[laughs] Earl,

the only motherfucking Negro
in the Tri-State area

with a cement yard.
[laughs]

[laughs] 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?
- [laughs]

- We got a fucking problem!
- What?

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

Excuse--Move, move, move.

What's going on?

[indistinct conversations]

♪

No fucking way.

[Chance] Earl!

[man] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[snickers]

Nobody makes it
on their own.

Everybody needs friends.

[sighs] 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.

[clears throat]
But if they do...

yeah, I know
where to find you.

Now you go.

Five minutes.

[indistinct conversations]

[door closes]

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.

[sighs]

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.

[sighs] 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.

[door closes]

[cries softly]

[Chance] They killed Earl.
Stuck him in a cement mixer.

Damn.

[sirens wailing in distance]

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.

[sighs]

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.

[door closes]

[indistinct conversations]

[billiard balls clacking]

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...

[sighs]
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.

[sighs]

[Charlotte]
James Baldwin?

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

[Mayme laughs]

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.

[dishes clink]

[horns honking in distance]

[birds chirping]

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.

[clicks teeth]

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?

[sighs]
You're my little girl.

I almost lost you before
to the needle.

I couldn't take
losing you again.

♪

I love you, Daddy.

[whispers] 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.
- [knock on door]

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.

[Jamal] 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?

[laughs] 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?

[Jamal] 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.

[Afeni] Hey.

- Stop, stop.
- Somebody gotta say it.

[Elise] Maybe I did.

♪

Let's put it to a vote.

♪

[Jackie]
Tell Bumpy I'm sorry.

[Pettigrew] Bumpy don't
wanna hear sorry.

Well, what's
he want to hear then?

[Chance]
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.

[horns honking]

[footsteps approach]

Woman, you look as fine
as fish sticks.

- [laughs]
- 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.

[laughs]

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.

[footsteps depart]

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!

[dog barking in distance]

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.

- [Mayme] James.
- More coffee?

Yes.
Thank you, Delia.

Mnh-mnh. You've had enough.

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

[chuckles]

Delia, Delia,
Delia, Delia, Delia.

[R&B music playing on jukebox]

♪

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.

[exhales]

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.

[both laugh]

[siren wailing in distance,
traffic sounds]

[Afeni]
Where you going, girl?

I'm... not sure.

[horn honking in distance]

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.

[sighs] 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.

[Chance and Pettigrew laugh]

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.

[sighs]

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.

[gun cocks]

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?
[laughs]

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.

[door squeaks]

[door closes]

[clears throat]

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.

[Charles Hodges'
"There is Love" playing]

He really say all that?

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

[scoffs] Like a school kid
playing Al Capone.

[chuckles]

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?

[laughs] See, this ain't
no regular woman now.

[chuckles]

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?

[lighter clicks]

[sets lighter down]

[exhales] I tell you what,
just out of curiosity,

what made you
change your mind?

[sighs]

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.

[chuckles] 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?

[whispers] 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.

[door squeaks]

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?

[gunshots]

[Pettigrew] 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.

[gunfire]

[Pettigrew] Watch your left,
watch your left!

Stay down, stay down!

[gunfire continues]

[grunts]

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.

- [gunfire]
- [grunts]

[bullets ricochet]

Ignorance matched with power

is the most dangerous enemy
justice can have.

The time has come
for Black people to fight back!

[gunshots]

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!
- [grunts]

- Die, motherfuckers!
- [gunshot]

Chance, on your left!

[gunfire]

[gun clicks]

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?

- [gun cocks]
- 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! [grunts]

[engine starts, car doors close]

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? [stammers]

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.

♪