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Who killed him?

So, I'm guessing Joe Colombo.

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

You keep cutting them out,

they gon' keep cutting us up.

You want me to make
a deal with him?

After all we been through?

Way of the world, Bump.

Project this big,
Vegas in Harlem?

Nobody goes it alone.

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.

I joined
the Black Panther Party.

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

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.

Don't come back.

We gotta do something that's
gonna make people notice.

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 nothing.

You're supporting this?

Violence is
the pigs' only language.

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.

You want me to protect
your drivers?

Stella Gigante.

- What about her?
- She playing the hell out you.

Now, she helping Bumpy Johnson
back door you.

Congrats. You're on the payroll.
You work for me now.

Watch your left,
watch your left!

I think your luck done run out.

We have a serious problem.

What is it? What's wrong?

Fuck!

It's Chance.

Is that the best you got, country?

Saving the best for when
Colombo wants you gone for good.

Ah, you playin'
step and fetch it for whitey.

Yeah, fuck you, nigga.

You ain't nothin'.
You're just a house nigger.

And what you think you is, huh?

Bobby ain't no different
than them Italian bosses.

Shit, you dumber than you look.

Don't think I forgot the way
you done me before.

Who takin' a lickin' now?

That's enough, Frank.

I need this man alive.

Motherfucker.

How about I do
this nigga in now?

- No, put it down, Frank.
- Make it quick.

Put the fucking thing down,
Frank.

Wow.

You have some fucking balls.

Let's see if your boss values
your life more than you do.

Goddamn.

Tell Bumpy he's got 24 hours
to give me what I want.

Might as well
put a bullet in me now.

Bumpy ain't never
paying up to you.

Huh. Well, we'll see.

Here, you keep this.

It's your blood anyway.

Bumpy.

Any news?

Yeah.

We got a visitor.

- Knock, knock.
- The fuck you want?

Got a message
about your boy Chance.

He's still alive...
for now.

But if you want him back,
everything you do,

you got to pay up
to Joe Colombo.

What if we just shot
the messenger?

Unh-unh.
Anything happen to me,

your boy Chance...
He good as dead.

And I'm guessing you like him
a lot more than you hate me.

Put a cap in his head.

Fuck you smiling about, huh?

- Hold on, now.
- Do it.

Bumpy, what the hell you doing?

Go ahead, do it.

They'll kill Chance.

I know what I'm fucking doing!
Just do it!

There's gotta be another way,
Bump. Let's think about this.

Fucking blow
his fucking head off!

- Don't make me have to do it!
- They'll kill Chance!

Damn it!

What's wrong?

- Hey!
- Fuck!

- What's going on?
- Oh, shit!

Hey! Talk to me.
I'm right here, Bumpy.

Come on.
Johnny, get on the phone.

Call the ambulance!
Bumpy, you all right?

Hey, talk to me, Bumpy.

♪ 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 ♪

Ellsworth?

- Ellsworth.
- Chance!

Calm down, darling.
Calm down.

Calm down.

Where are we?

We're in the hospital.

Mr. Johnson,
you've had a minor heart attack.

Fortunately,
the infarction was...

I got to get the fuck
outta here.

I can't let you do that,
Mr. Johnson.

- Oh, my darling, please.
- You need... You need to...

- I got to go.
- You need to rest.

I can't be here right now.

Darling, calm down.
Please look at me.

- Please stay calm, Mr. Johnson.
- Ellsworth, look at me.

- I have to give him a sedative.
- Please. Please.

- Ellsworth, please.
- Nurse, 4 ccs of phenobarbital.

- Get off me! Get off me.
- Goodness. Look, please, please.

- Let's let that hold.
- Squeeze my hand.

Squeeze my hand.

Yes. That's right.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, God.

Oh, I love you.

Oh.

Our focus is
community initiative,

not violent actions
that'll get us all killed.

We have to take a stand.

I say we target the precinct.

Hit them pigs
right where it hurts.

We're supposed
to be promoting self-defense,

not killing them.

Agreed. We start killing cops,

we'll find ourselves
in a world of shit.

- Okay.
- Let's talk symbolic action.

A statement of resistance.

I'm all for symbolic action,
but Sadiq's building a bomb.

There's that cop station
they shut down on, um, 135th.

- It's empty.
- Too risky.

What about a cop car?

Parked on the street
when no one's around.

Just imagine the terror
on the cops' faces

when they come out and see
their cruiser being burned

from the inside out.

It's ready, and I'm in favor
of Jamal's plan.

Every Black in Harlem
gets spooked

when them pigs' cars drive by, right?

Well, might be good
to see one of 'em blow up.

And what happens
if some old granny

just happens to be walking by?
- We'll keep the block posted.

Make sure there's
no collateral damage.

Y'all know the step
you're taking, right?

We're crossing a line.

A line should have been
crossed a long while ago,

if you ask me.

Wake your ass up.

Seems your boss
don't give a shit about you.

Which means I have
no more use for you.

You know Bumpy pretty well at
this point, don't you, Colombo?

Shoot me, you good as dead.

Oh, shit.
We forgot to tell him.

- He don't know.
- He doesn't know.

- Go on, tell him.
- Yeah, I got some news for you.

Bumpy, he's in the hospital.

They said it was like
a heart attack or something.

Yeah.

Don't know
if he's gon' live or die,

so I'm not too fucking worried
about what Bumpy's gonna do.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

If Bumpy dies,
you're gonna need me.

How so?

Well, I know
where everything is...

Where he keeps his money,
the underground stash houses.

I'm next in line,
so if Bumpy dies,

you're gonna need... me.

But if he don't,
he won't rest till you're dead.

Nigga talking nonsense.

Yeah, maybe.

I don't know.

Maybe he's not as loyal
as we thought.

All right, soldier,

you bought yourself
a little time.

Who is it?

Hi, Stella.

Long time no see.

What's the matter? You look like
you've just seen a ghost.

You not gonna let me in?

Nice place.

Thanks.

You ain't got nothing
stronger than tea?

It's early.
You ready to start boozing?

I'd take a little bourbon
if you had some.

I don't.

What are you doing here,
Olympia?

I came to see my stepdaughter.

I missed you.

You know my father doesn't
want you here in Harlem.

Oh, well, your father's
not here anymore.

That don't change things.

Oh, but it does for me.

You see, because I've decided

to take back everything
that you've stole from me.

The fuck you talking about?

I'm talking about my life,
my husband,

my friends, my home.

Everything that I have cherished

is now gone because of you.

You tried to have me murdered.
You remember that?

All lies,

which you made
my husband believe.

And after everything
that I have done for you?

I raised you
like you were my own.

I fed you,
I read you bedtime stories,

and I even did
your dirty fucking laundry.

Enough of this bullshit.

You need to go back
to New Jersey now.

And you need to pay
for what you've done.

So, maybe
you need to leave town.

Fair warning.

♪ So long ♪

♪ Hope we'll meet again
Someday ♪

♪ Hope that maybe then
You'll say ♪

♪ "Darling, I was wrong" ♪

Missed you, man.

I know.

I stopped selling heroin.

What?
You did that for me?

I didn't wanna poison
the community no more.

But you're still selling
women's bodies,

gambling, and loan sharking.

I'm trying my best.

What I gotta do
to get your approval?

You had your time with me.

I'm lost.
I need your help.

Every man has to find his way.

I planted the seeds.

I gave you my friendship.

Whatever wisdom I had,
but I can't tell you what to do.

You have to make choices.

You planted the seeds in Elise.

Now she's a Black Panther.

It's got me scared.

Elise has a fortitude
that you can't even imagine.

♪

She got that from you.

♪

It's real.

♪

You're real.

You're here.

I'm in you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Bacon smells good today,
Miss Green.

Extra crispy with eggs over easy

coming right up,
and two sides of grits.

You are a saint that serves.
Hey, how's your boy?

Still getting bigger
by the minute?

Can't stop it.
Wouldn't if I could.

Say now, don't let him
work you too hard.

- Psst.
- Lord Jesus.

Relax. It's me.

They come here every day?

Who, the fuzz?

Without fail.
Eating for free every day.

Every day,
same time, same shift?

Last I checked,
you wasn't no reporter,

so what's this really about?

They think they're invincible,

but they're flesh and blood,
like the rest of us.

Think they could use
a reminder of that.

You get blue blood
on your hands,

you might not live
to wash it off.

It would break
your father's heart.

My father was good friends
with Malcolm X,

the very man who taught me

to yank the white man's foot
off my neck.

The moment I decide
to carry my own rifle,

my father wants me to sit down
and stay in a woman's place.

Bumpy buried Malcolm.

If he had to bury you,
it would kill him.

Thought about that?

Malcolm put his ideals
above his own life.

How can I do any different?

You smoking now?

I'm nervous, okay?
I'm upset.

All right. Just try not
to blow it in my face.

Please.

- Sorry.
- It's all right.

Maybe what we need to do
is pray.

I don't believe in prayer,
Miss Willa.

Bumpy's in the hospital.
Colombo has Chance.

And you not gonna pray for them?

No, I'm not.

I'm not gonna get my hopes up.

Pray for something that
don't happen, I hate that.

I tell you what.
Let's pray for you, too,

'cause there's something
I do know.

And that is God will hear me,

and he will take care of Bumpy.

This I know.

Lord, I'm asking for some grace.

And I'm asking you to take care
of Bumpy and Chance.

Hold on, Lord.

Are you gonna eavesdrop,
or are you gon' pray with me?

You can't do this wrong.

Just pray from your heart,
and God will listen to you

'cause you're praying
for the ones you love.

I love Bumpy...

and Chance.

Even though sometimes
he can be difficult

and kind of mean at times.

But I-I do love them.

Perfect.

Well, let's pray for 'em, then.

Come on.

Okay.

Figured you was hungry.

All dogs gotta eat, huh?

Don't try nothing stupid.

Go on, eat.

Look at you.

You ain't all high and mighty
now to work with whitey,

begging Colombo like a dog
to save your skin.

So, you best start putting
some respect on my name.

Ask me, the moment
you get out that chair

and you free,

you gon' put a put a bullet
in Colombo head.

Wrong.

I'm-a put a bullet in yours.

How about I go tell
Colombo that?

He won't give a damn.
Don't you get that?

He don't care
about us Black folk.

Bumpy Johnson don't give
a fuck about me neither.

Bumpy Johnson gave you a chance.

You fucked it up.

I mean, come on now.
Be real.

He expect me
to steal all that dope

and not take none for myself?

I mean, come on.
Even you smarter than that.

The fuck is so funny?

When I first came to Harlem,

I was as lost and stupid as you.

Ready to rob, steal,

kill anybody that got in my way.

You come out here
to seek your fortune?

I'd just gotten out of the Army.

503rd Battalion, Korea.

All Black unit
with a white lieutenant

who treated us
like cannon fodder.

I was one of the few
who survived.

They even gave me a Silver Star.

I wore it proudly when
I got home to Mississippi...

until a city marshal
and his boys beat me blind

for jaywalking
on Howard Avenue in Biloxi.

Threw my ass in jail.

When I got out, came north.

Everybody in Harlem said
Bumpy Johnson was the man.

So, I asked him for a job.
He said, "Hell, no."

He could see I'd become wild,

disloyal to anybody or anything.

That sound familiar?

How you end up with him, then?

He didn't give me no job.
He gave me a book to read...

"Native Son," Richard Wright.

Then he gave me another one.

Slowly but surely,
he made me understand

that I needed brains
more than fists.

That's when he gave me a job.

Small things at first.

Running numbers and shit.

Then bigger stuff.

Bumpy gave me a big job
right off the bat.

Maybe 'cause
he saw something in you.

Maybe even...
something great.

Yeah, well, it's too late now,

so fuck it.

Hell, if he ain't dead
yet already,

he ain't gon' give me
no second chance anyway.

He would.

Oh, yeah, he would...

if you let me go.

Get my ass shot for you?

I don't think so.

I think you 'bout done
with this.

Oh, country. So smart.

I spoke to my father.

He said we can handle
Olympia any way we like.

What the fuck does that mean?

It means he doesn't
wanna deal with her.

Well, maybe we leave it alone.

It could be dangerous.
You don't know her.

Mm. I know her
better than you, actually.

Yeah, I knew her
before she married your dad.

Oh, yeah?
What was she like back then?

Whew. Ambitious.

After your mom died, she, uh...

She went after Chin like
a heat-seeking fucking missile.

That makes sense.

I remember
when she first moved in.

I was 9. She brought me
this cute little teddy bear.

In front of my dad, she acted
like the perfect mother.

I could see it.

She'd do anything
to get in good with Chin.

Yeah, 'cause as soon
as he wasn't around,

she'd scream at me
for no reason.

One time I didn't eat
my vegetables or some shit,

and she ripped off
my teddy bear's head

and threw it in the garbage.

You ever tell
your father about it?

No, that just would
have made things worse.

But I knew in that moment
I'd never love her.

It's funny, these things
you feel as a kid,

they stay with you.

Yeah, but what are you gonna do?

You know, shit happens.

Yeah. It does.

Still, I know
she's planning something.

I'll keep my ears to the ground.

Might need more than just your
ears with this fucking puttana.

What do you like better?

The grits or the ghetto broad
that serves 'em?

Hey, porch monkey, no littering.

Step off my dick, you pig!

- What?
- You're under arrest.

What the fuck, man?

- He didn't do anything.
- What's going on?

- Hey, what's going on here?
- Get the fuck back!

We got plenty of room
if anybody else wants to come.

What exactly is this man
being arrested for?

Littering, loitering,
and harassing an officer.

- Oh, hell, no.
- Let's go.

Oh, come on.

Racist pigs.

You have no idea.

- That's some bull.
- Guys ain't no good.

Get out of the fucking car.

- What do you got?
- I need intel now.

They took a vote.

Gon' make a direct attack
on one of your pig mobiles.

What does that mean, exactly?

An empty cop car
as a symbolic gesture.

Jesus Christ.

Got no respect
for nothing. When?

Ain't been planned yet.
Can I be done?

You're done
when I say you're done.

Go back. Tell 'em we gave you
a beatdown and let you go

because we didn't feel like
doing the paperwork.

They're suspicious
of infiltrators.

Hope they believe it.

They'll believe it.

Here. Drink up.
You need all your strength.

That's enough.

Can you send Pettigrew in
to see me?

You have to avoid stress.
I spoke to Nat Pettigrew.

The men are out looking
for Chance right now.

You don't understand.

- I understand perfectly.
- Chance may be dead.

And that's on me.

Colombo's gonna make a move,
I know it.

I got to figure out the plans.

You have to think about
yourself and your family.

Colombo's got me in check.
I got to figure a way out.

Well, once you get better,
you will set things right.

And in the meanwhile,

I will give Nat any instructions
you have for him, okay?

I tried to build something
without the Italians.

Maybe it can't be done.

Just please don't make
yourself upset over this.

Ellsworth, if anything
happens to your heart,

my heart goes with it.

I might as well be laying here
in this hospital bed with you.

I can't live without you, baby.

You have to get better.

I'll try.

Well, then close
your eyes and rest.

The doctor said that's
the best medicine.

Sleep.

Good.

No man can be at
peace unless he has freedom.

Am I dreaming?

For any type of progress.

We have to dream
as the first step.

My best man, Chance...

He may be dead.

And that's on me.

What should I do, man?

I told you before.
I can't make choices for you.

My desire for you
was to gain consciousness.

I'm running out of time.

What's so funny?

Brother, you can't
gain consciousness

until you know
every part of yourself,

even the weak parts.

It may be counterintuitive,
but fear pushes us

to be more resilient
and compassionate,

to clarify what's
truly important.

Think on that for a while.

You dozed off there
for a second.

Did a good piece of work, kid.

The message you had me sending
Bumpy almost got me killed.

It's a risky business.

Yeah, well, I don't get paid
enough for this shit.

Oh, Frank, Frank, Frank,
now stick around.

I got somethin' else for you.

Pays better.

I think you're gonna like it.

I think you should
give it to Vinnie.

He ain't doing shit
but standing back here.

He look like he could use
a little work.

Nah, this ain't a Vinnie job.

You're smarter
and more capable than Vinnie.

No offense.

None taken.

Pays $10,000.

Sound good?

To do what?

Kill Bumpy Johnson.

I don't know what
you put in this,

but you a crazy motherfucker.

Oh, he's in the hospital.
Shouldn't be too difficult.

The motherfucker's
surrounded by guards.

And probably gon'
die in there anyway.

I wanna make sure he does.

The real money's in junk.

Bumpy made a deal
with the Genovese

not to deal in Harlem.
That hurts us all.

If he's gone,
that shit goes away.

What about his lap dog, Chance?

I'll give him a shot
to play ball.

He could be useful.

If not, I get rid of him,
I use you.

- Use me?
- That's right.

Yeah, I don't know
if that's possible.

Oh, but it is.

With the power
of my family behind you.

Not bad for a country boy
off the bus, huh?

I mean...

I could do it.

Somebody's gonna have to take
Bumpy Johnson's place.

Might as well be you.

I was surprised
to get your call.

Thank you for seeing me, Tommy.

Sit down, sit down.
Okay?

Sit down.
I heard you were in town.

I just wanted to see
how you were doing.

I didn't think you wanted to.

Thought maybe, you know,

you blamed me for what
happened to your hand.

I don't blame you.

It was your fucking lunatic
husband that did it.

He was always jealous of us.
I mean, who could blame him?

We had really good times
together, me and you.

Lookit, I didn't
ask you here for that.

I understand.

Lookit, Olympia,
what happened between you and me

can never fucking happen again,
do you understand?

Sure.

So, Olympia, what are
you doing back in town?

Why am I here?
I belong here, Tommy.

And it's time
for a little payback.

You know me.
I'm not a malicious person.

I've never held a grudge
in my life.

But my stepdaughter, she's evil.

She ran Vincent out of town.

Next it'll be you.

- Me?
- Of course.

What do you think,
she doesn't resent you

for trying to have her whacked?

She's probably scheming

with that Pino right now
to take you out.

I don't know who the fuck
you're talking to,

where you're coming up with
all this shit.

I hear things, Tommy. Okay?
And I know her.

And she needs to go.

And this time for good, Tommy.
No mistakes.

I'm not vindictive.
It's not for me.

This is all for your sake.

- Pigs don't scare me.
- Good.

'Cause you know if we do this,
they're gon' crack down, right?

I know.

It's just it's important that
we're seen as a force of good

in the community.
- Which we are.

Start blowing things up,
that perception may change.

Well, look,
we're defending ourselves

against our oppressors,
just like in Vietnam.

You saying you believe
in that war?

You served over there.

My son.

- You got a son?
- Rodney.

Just a kid. Shit,
I was a kid when I had him.

No sooner turned 18,

they swallowed him whole,

chewed him up in basic training,

spit him out into the Big Muddy.

I didn't know.

I don't like talking about it.

Afraid I might jinx his life.

Can I show you somethin'?

My son sends me letters,

but the government
reads 'em first.

They worried he'll say
bad things about the Army.

I can't believe this.

The U.S. government spying
on our own soldiers.

You must really miss him.

- It's the pigs!
- What the fuck?

- Against the wall! Move!
- This is messed up.

Hands against the wall
where we can see 'em.

- Against the wall!
- Hands down.

All of youse.
You know the drill.

Turn around. Face the wall.

Take it easy.

- Cut the mattresses.
- Hey! Go straight ahead.

What are you doing?

Turn out those drawers.

There's no cameras.
Put the camera down.

This is clean.
Not seeing anything.

No, nothing here.

Nothing?

Nothing.

All right.

Get out!

I'm guessing you didn't bother
getting yourself a warrant.

Did you... Sergeant?

Hey, hey!

You son of a bitch!

You goddamn animal!

Confiscate the cameras.

- Give it up.
- Give me the camera now.

Hand it over.

Now what you think you doing?

All right, boys, let's go.

There'll be consequences.

♪

Are you okay?

Hey,
can I get some help in here?

Back the fuck away!

Drop it.

Kick it underneath the bed.

I figured Colombo
would send your sorry ass.

Chance... he still alive?

Yeah, he alive, I swear.

Might not be able to
say the same for you.

Get on your knees.

Don't tempt me, boy!
Get on your fucking knees!

I know you ain't got no God.

So, say goodbye to your mama
and your kid.

'Cause you gon' see them
in the next life.

Spare me. Teach me like you did
Chance when you first met him.

You ain't half the man
that Chance is.

You never will be.

You done tested me
one too many times.

Mama watching over me,
I need your strength right now.

I know I done let you down.

I know this ain't what
we talked about.

I'm sorry.

The real enemy is
not our fellow Black man,

but the system
that pits us against each other.

This motherfucker came in here
and tried to kill me.

We must stop turning
our guns against each other

and recognize
who the true oppressor is.

Malcolm.

Get up.

Get out.

Tell Colombo I want to see
his sorry white ass down here.

We'll make a deal for Chance.

Look, I did what
you guys asked me.

I invited Olympia
to break bread.

I met with her. I wanted
to see what was on her mind.

And?

Well, just like you predicted,

she said you wanted to whack me.

Tommy, you swear on this?

I don't want any trouble
between the families.

All right, then,
the answer is clear.

It really breaks
my heart to say this,

because I still have
feelings for her.

But she's gotta go.

You father left it up to us.

No.

Stella, Tommy's not
the only boss she knows.

She could cause a lot
of trouble.

She has dirt on me,

the Gambinos,
and God knows what else.

She could hurt a lot of people.

If she were a man, this would be
a no-fucking-brainer.

Stella, I say we got to do it.

No. That's not what I want.

I want to scare
the fucking shit out of her.

And how are you
going to do that, Stella?

Tell her you followed through
on everything that she asked,

that you killed me,
and then send her a car

to take her to the farm
to see my dead body.

Then what?

Just leave the rest to me.

It's a good thing
we moved the dynamite

out of here
to a secure location.

In the nick of time, too.
That was close.

The question is, who told
them pigs to come looking?

- Hmm.
- You saying we got a rat?

No doubt about it.

The minute we moved
the explosives in,

everybody in this place knew.

It could be any one of us.

Shoot, it could be somebody
sitting at this table right now.

Might be me. If I was the one
that told Dolan,

would be smart to get him
to punch me in the face.

- That is conviction, girl.
- Come on, now.

Whoever it is, I think I know
how to smoke 'em out.

How?

I'm gonna put myself
in my father's shoes.

Ask myself,
what would Bumpy Johnson do?

Looking good,
Mrs. Gigante.

Thank you.

What's your name, kid?

Anthony.

How would you like to be
my personal driver

from now on, Anthony?

I'd like that a lot.

Done.

How much longer
till we get to the farm?

Oh, about...

Ohh!

You fucking traitor!
You fucking traitor!

- I'm gonna tell Vincent!
- Oh, yeah?

Vincent said you're a dead man!

Who the fuck
do you think approved this?

This is a one-time message
from Stella Gigante.

Stay the fuck out of Harlem,
you hear me?

You're a fucking dead man,
you traitor piece of shit!

Are you done?
'Cause I'm not.

My leg!

"My leg! My leg! My..."

Mrs. Johnson.

It's lovely to see you again.

I wish I could say the same.

You look good.
I see you're doing better.

That's right.

Have a seat.

Yeah.

How much do you want
in return for Del Chance?

Well, you know,
I could be greedy

and say 50%
of Club St. Clair.

But I know
you'll never go for that.

Yeah, we'll be right back
where we started.

Look, we're both businessmen.

We should have settled this
long ago.

5 points.

25.

7.5,
and we use your concrete.

I gotta cut in
the other families.

You of all people know
how this works.

I'll tell you what.
A final offer, Bumpy.

15 points for me,
5 for the other bosses,

and you use all our construction
for the prices that we set.

Look, we'll both make money.

And you'll get to
rebuild Harlem.

When Chance is back with me,
alive and unharmed,

we got a deal.

And that thing you got
going with Frank Lucas,

it won't last forever, Joe.

And when it ends, my guess is...

we'll kill you together.

Good luck with that.

Excuse me, Rose.
Is Mrs. Gigante's room ready?

Remember,
the tip we got said the Panthers

may have a lot of dynamite here,
so be careful.

- You ready?
- Ready, Sarge.

Let's check it out.

Watch your step.

- Whoa, whoa.
- What the fuck?

I ain't carrying, but they are.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Drop the weapons, or we shoot.

Are you fucking crazy?

This ain't gonna end well
for you fucking idiots.

This ain't gonna
end well for you.

Drop 'em, boys.

You kill a cop,
your life is over.

Let's all pray
it don't come to that.

All you gotta do is give
us the name of the informant

who was working for you.

I ain't telling you shit.

I'm Bumpy Johnson's daughter, remember?

My father has a way
of getting answers

when push comes to shove.

He taught me a thing or two.

So you should know what it means
if you don't give me that name.

Meet Big Dick Buster.

Oh.

You okay?

She didn't wanna let me go.

I certainly didn't.

Nat told me you gave
the guineas a piece

for getting me back.

You didn't have to do that,
Bumpy.

I knew the risk.

You see,
I got my priorities straight.

Without you guys, I'm nothing.

Oh.

Careful, Del. The man just got
out of the hospital.

Come on.

He chose the wrong side, Elise.

Unity is our only strength.

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