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♪

Joe is gonna retire.
He's gonna leave town for good.

Archie's been doing
some work for me.

Well, is he in danger?

[laughs]

Oh!

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

I'm not gonna
abandon you.

There's justice
waiting for you,

I know it,
for you and for Malcolm.

Mayme, we'll list you
in our roll

as "Miss Mayme Hatcher."

I'm concerned
with this fucking family,

the Genovese family.

Just like your father
wanted me to,

I'm gonna be here
taking care of business.

You, I don't give
a flying fuck what you do.

I won't join the military
if I can join the Panthers.

At least
you'll be home.

Look at that country
suck-up motherfucker.

Seriously, man, you think
since that heart thing,

something's wrong
with Bumpy's judgment?

Don't even think that.

You can't say that I don't
experience prejudice, too.

- A lot.
- You wanna complain?

Go march the fuck
on Washington.

Today, the Italian American
community stands proud

and determined
to fight injustices.

He's trying suing me for
the ownership of the St. Clair.

Ellsworth,
if you lose the St. Clair,

the bank can call in
the mortgage.

We lose everything--

Palmetto Chemical,
this apartment,

everything.

We good?

Yes, we are.

Good.

What the fuck, Joe?!

Fellas, let me take these
off your fucking hands.

That's my money.

Now that you're broke,
you can go back

to doing what you do best--
selling dope in Harlem.

Oh, and feel free to stop by
the St. Clair whenever you want.

Drinks are on me.

Bumpy, I'm sorry.

The current loan-to-value
ratio on your collateral

doesn't meet
our underwriting standards.

Gentlemen, I've had a recent
setback with Club St. Clair.

Ownership has been transferred
to another party.

But I've activated a plan
to recover the club.

Archie always said dealing
with you was playing with fire.

I guess he was right.

What's Archie got
to do with this?

That painting reminds us
of the foolish risk

we took to engage
with you at all.

That's what happens

when you deal with
a disreputable gangster.

Gentlemen, we're not here
to litigate the past.

Let's get back
to the matter at hand.

Bumpy, it says here
in black and white

that your assets,
including Palmetto Chemical

and your apartment,
were pledged against the loan,

and defaulting means
both are at risk.

I'm asking
for the short term

for you to cover my interest
payments out of your pockets.

Our pockets?

You must be out
of your actual mind--

Clinkscale, be quiet.

That would be
against bank regulations.

But it ain't
against bank regulations

to finance a gangster?

'Cause gangsters have a way of
resorting to gangster tactics.

Ask Archie.

[singer] ♪ And only time ♪

♪ Only time ♪

♪ Oh, only time ♪

- [door opens]
- ♪ Only time ♪

- [door closes]
- Hey. What's going on?

- [sighs] How'd it go?
- They're covering

the loan payments
for the next couple of months.

They gave you
an extension?

Let's just say that they see
the value in keeping us afloat.

Oh. [exhales deeply]

- Oh.
- You got moving boxes?

Oh, I was sure they were
going to say no.

I thought I was gonna
have to start packing.

Mayme, I'm sorry.

I fucked this whole thing up.
I let Colombo outplay me.

I told you I would live
in one of those boxes with you

if it came to that.

I love this apartment,
but I don't need it.

- I need you.
- [laughs]

- Dang, I love you.
- [laughs]

I love you, too.

♪ And only time ♪

Ellsworth, how are
we going to get out of this?

Best way to beat
a devil like Colombo--

use another devil.

[dramatic music playing]

[engine turns off]

[car door closes,
siren wailing in distance]

He makes any funny moves,
you kill him.

All right, Nico?

My pleasure, boss.

♪

Thanks for flying back.

Yeah.
Go fuck yourself, Johnson.

What the fuck you want?

♪

[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 ♪

Something here ain't right,
Chance.

What's that?

Why the fuck would Bumpy
be talking to Joe Bonanno,

of all people?

What the fuck business is it
of yours?

That's exactly it,
Chance.

We got no business.

[Frank] Joe Bonanno,
who that is?

Our worst enemy.
As bad as Colombo.

Bumpy is obviously gonna
use Bonanno to help him.

[chuckles]

I gotta say,
you got some set of balls.

[Bumpy]
You should talk.

You tried to kill every boss
in the commission.

Right,
and you stopped me, okay?

And because of that,
the fucking commission,

they put me on the shelf
in some fucking desert.

That was then.
Things have changed.

Yeah, well, things haven't
changed with me, Bumpy.

Right now, I feel like
having Nico come over here

and put a bullet
in your fucking brain.

Thanks to me, you ended up in
Arizona rather than in a grave.

Bumpy, look,
stop the bullshit.

What the fuck
was so important

that you had to see me
in person?

Colombo--
he's making moves.

Colombo.

I see that cocksucker on TV
every day

talking about this
civil rights bullshit.

He's making a play
for Harlem.

- You got any proof?
- He stole my club.

With me gone,
there's no guardrails.

Do the other families
know about this?

I called you first.

The other bosses
may not like you,

but they fear you.

Help me stop Colombo
before none of us can.

[seabirds calling]

[tense music plays]

[knock on door]

Coming!

[knocking continues]

♪

[knocking continues]

Did you get my flowers?

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah. You got it.

[clears throat]

Place looks great.

You look even better.

[sighs] What are you
doing here, Joe?

Oh, I don't know.
Just thought we could talk.

[R&B music playing]

Talk about what?

Well, um...

I'm now in control
of the St. Clair.

Really?
How did that come about?

Oh, I'm not gonna bore you
with all the details,

but the important thing
to know is that

your father's deal
with Bumpy Johnson is over.

Did you talk to my father
about that?

I'm coming to you.

Whether you have feelings
for me or not,

there's business we can do.

All right. I'm listening.

A union
between our families.

You and me.

Joe, that's not--

Look, your family
has the connection

with the Corsicans,
and I'm taking Harlem.

The ports, the cops,
the unions--

it's all coming
under my control.

You sound pretty sure
that you can do that.

I'm pretty sure. Yeah.

Look, the Italian American
Civil Rights League

really resonates
with the people in Harlem.

They see me as one of them--
a brother in the struggle,

fighting for our rights like
they're fighting for theirs.

So, are you saying
that I should marry you

and join this insanity?

Well... every king
needs a queen.

[chuckles] What if I don't
wanna be nobody's queen?

It's fine.
Do whatever you like.

But, Stella, you know that...
[sighs] this thing of ours,

it's a man's world.
That's just the way it is.

There's never gonna be
a place for you at the table.

Unless, of course,
you're by my side,

in which case you'll have
all the power you want.

[breathes deeply]

But you're never gonna get
there as daddy's little girl.

You're coming at me
with a lot.

[clears throat]

You and me
could run this town, kid.

All you gotta do
is say yes.

- [door closes]
- [sighs]

♪

[grunts] My boy, he walked
right up on that stage,

and boom, blasted
that pious motherfucker

like a dog
that needed to be put down.

[laughs]
Man, he get paid?

Shit, he got paid.

Got himself new threads
and a car.

I never liked that fucker,
Malcolm.

I saw him speak
up in Harlem.

- He was arrogant as shit.
- Yeah, exactly.

[grunts]

Fuck you looking at?

I'm with Bumpy Johnson.

You best leave.

Ooh, I don't want
no problems.

[groans]

What's up?

That friend of yours,
what's his name?

[grunts] What the fuck
are you doing?

Your man who shot Malcolm--
tell me his name.

[straining]
Who the fuck are you?

One more time
before you die.

- What is his name?
- [gasping]

[Truman] It's going to be
absolutely magnificent.

500 of society's
most interesting

and influential names
gathered in the ballroom

of the Plaza Hotel.
A Black and White Ball.

Oh, Truman, you've really
outdone yourself this time.

Who wouldn't wanna be
on that list?

Thank you.

Truman, you sure know
how to stir up the pot.

Oh, stop it,
and to spice things up a bit,

it's going to be
a masquerade.

You know how much I love
an anonymous good time.

Tru, you are
such a naughty boy.

- [laughter]
- I can't help myself.

And soon I'll be announcing
which of you ladies

will be crowned
queen of the ball.

Mm-hmm.
We must have one.

All good soirees do.

[Mayme] I'm sorry, Mr. Capote,

but I'm just looking
at your guest list,

and, well,
might I make a suggestion?

Sammy Davis Jr.
and Ralph Ellison

are the only two Black folks
I see on here.

Aren't there going to be
cameras?

And who might
this dazzling creature be?

This is Mayme Hatcher,
our new addition to the board.

Miss Hatcher,
I have carefully selected

each and every name
on that list.

Are you suggesting
I left someone off?

I'm just saying,

you might want a few more
Black faces in attendance.

Some notable artists,
for example.

Gordon Parks,
Aaron Douglas, Archibald Motley.

Mayme, it's not
your place to--

No, no, she has a point.

[orchestral music playing
over speakers]

♪

You're right, darling.
I love the idea.

I'm going to invite Gordon
and the rest,

and also you,
my ravishing angel.

[laughs]

♪

[chuckles softly]

[Bonanno]
I came into town because

we got a big problem
on our hands.

The way I see it, this
commission has gone to shit,

and I'm here
to restore order.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

What's going
to fucking shit?

Any of you guys
own a fucking TV?

Because our friend
Joe Colombo

has his ugly mug all over
every fucking station.

He's like Martin Luther fucking
King, for Christ's sakes.

I don't agree. I think what
he's doing is genius.

I mean, if he could pull it off,
why the fuck not?

Oh, really?

While you guys are sucking
Joe's cock in admiration,

he's making moves against us.

What the fuck you talking about?
What kind of moves?

He took Bumpy's club.
He's trying to control Harlem.

The commission was created
for shit like this,

to keep each one of us
in check.

Joe, we all got
a fucking piece of Harlem.

Colombo ain't taking shit
from us.

Tommy, with me out, you got
no eyes or ears on the ground.

Colombo can do
whatever the fuck he wants.

So, what are you
suggesting?

If Colombo brings the attention
he's getting up to Harlem,

we're fucked.

Bumpy's right.

Cops, newspaper reporters,
even the fucking mayor's office.

Harlem's a gold mine

because nobody gives a shit
what goes on up there.

We gotta put Colombo
in his place...

before it's too late.

Bonanno, I don't know
what kind of deal

you got going with Bumpy,
but I do know this--

taking down Colombo does
ugatz for me or my family.

Last I checked,
it was Chin's family.

And he despises Colombo.

Mm. Yeah, well.
Fuck you.

- Fuck you.
- Chin put me in charge, no?

- Mm. Yeah.
- So, my judgment call

is Chin's call as well.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
gentlemen...

- [slurps]
- [glass clatters]

...I got some fucking business
to attend to.

♪

[chuckles]

[singers singing ballad]

♪

[indistinct conversations]

I'm surprised you called.

You said you didn't
wanna see me again.

I wouldn't have
if it wasn't important.

But I think about you
a lot.

I think about you, too.

What's going on?

I got a name, Elise.

A name of...

One of
Malcolm's shooters.

I think it was the one
who killed him

with that first blast.

How did you...
Where?

I overheard a few inmates
talking in the yard.

You sure they wasn't
just talking?

Yeah, I, uh...

I made sure.

What's his name?

I'll tell you,
but you have to be careful.

I know there are powerful forces
at work in Malcolm's death,

but this could be a chance to
find out exactly who they are.

What is his name?

Karim Hassan.

Karim Hassan?

Never heard of him.

Maybe this is all part
of Allah's plan

for you to help me get out
so that we can...

finally be together.

[progressive jazz playing]

[Mayme] I mean,
I couldn't believe it myself.

An invitation
from Truman Capote

to the biggest event
of the year.

I mean,
maybe even the decade.

I don't know whether
to send my congratulations

or my condolences.
- What do you mean?

This "Black and White Ball,"
which should be called

the White, Whiter,
Even Whiter Still Ball,

is a farce.
- [laughs]

A coming together
of a lifetime of hypocrisy

by one of literature's
most notorious scoundrels.

[gasps] Are you talking
about Truman Capote?

I thought you two
liked each other.

[exhales deeply]
He was kind to me at first

until I started
to become popular.

Then he called my prose
"Boring and crude."

But I know that's just
because he's jealous

that I write with an actual
voice and have something to say.

Oh. That's terrible.
I don't understand that.

Nobody understands
that man.

Oh, wait,
did I call him a man?

Forgive me.
I'm not a taxonomist.

I'm not sure what
the exact classification

it is filed under.
- [laughs]

Listen, James,
I asked him

to invite more Black artists
to the ball, and he agreed.

- Well, he didn't invite me.
- He should have.

I'm used to being sidelined
by our cultural elites.

Ain't no skin
off my back.

Well, it is off mine.
I won't stand for it.

Truman has taken
a liking to me.

God knows why.

I want you
to come with me.

[laughs] You're crazy.
Why should I?

Because you are
the cultural elite.

It's a Black and White Ball,
for God's sake.

I mean, maybe we should even
the score, don't you think?

♪

[laughter,
horns honking in distance]

- There you go, Bumpy.
- Thank you.

Stella,
can I get you anything?

No, thank you, Delia.

You know, I never thought
I'd see you two together.

Bumpy and my father
go way back.

Through good and bad.

Well, if either of you
need anything, just holler.

Bet you're wondering
why I called.

Why did you invite Bonanno back
without telling me about it?

I heard you and Colombo
have been getting cozy.

In Joe's dreams,
not mine.

I needed Bonanno
to persuade the families

to help me to get back
what Colombo took.

But your boy Pino
wouldn't fall in line.

That man never does anything
you expect him to.

I need you
to change his mind.

Colombo needs
to be stopped.

I don't know if I can.

Pino don't like taking
advice from a woman.

Get your father
to do it.

My father don't want
any headaches right now.

Pino's trying to take over.
You don't see it?

I think you're trying to get me
to clean up your mess.

He referred to your family
as his family.

And he's got the respect
of Lucchese and Gambino.

It's a complicated
situation.

And it's only going
to get more complicated

if you don't side with me
on this.

Who's in charge, Stella,
you or him?

♪

I talked to some contacts who
still have ties to the Nation.

Apparently,
Karim Hassan lives

in the Grant Houses
on Amsterdam.

What's the plan? You gonna
show up without warning?

We come in peace, but we're
prepared for anything.

Look, we don't even know
if Karim Hassan

was a part of this
in the first place.

Two brothers just talking
smack in a joint--

it could be just that.

If we don't look into it,
an innocent man is gonna rot

in prison for something
he didn't do.

That troubles me, too,
but we're not a vigilante group.

If we don't seek
to fight injustice,

what are we, then?
- Can I talk to you?

Alone.

[indistinct conversations
in background]

This information
you were given,

you sure it's credible?

- Yes, I'm sure.
- Where'd you get it from?

From Omar.

[chuckles] That's exactly
what I thought.

Look, I know you disagree,

but he was convicted
as a shooter.

How do you know
he's not playing you?

I just know.

You still
got feelings for him.

No.

Maybe.

You don't gotta lie to me,
Elise.

I care for him,
and I care for you.

Don't force me
to make choices right now.

Did you ever consider

that he'll say
whatever he's got to

to get somebody
to help him?

- He would never do that.
- Elise.

I said
he would never do that.

I know him...
better than I know you.

I need your help,

wherever
this might take us.

[tense music playing]

[upbeat jazz playing]

[Halston] Mm.
Don't you look gorgeous?

[chuckles]

It's not me, Halston.
It's you.

I mean, it's just--
well, it's magnificent.

[Alice] Of course it is.

Everyone looks better
in a Halston.

Except for me.
I just look like myself.

- [laughter]
- Alice, you know how Truman

told you he'd invite
more Black artists to the ball?

Well, I was thinking
of inviting James Baldwin.

Oh, dear.
I wouldn't do that.

Why not?

Everyone knows
they hate each other.

- But why?
- [scoffs]

Who knows with writers.
They're a weird lot.

Spending their lives
toiling over words

and then getting
competitive and jealous

over who can type
the best ones.

But for the record,
I love James Baldwin.

We all do.
[laughs] But...

But we mustn't
piss off the boss.

Truman gets pissy,
as you know.

Yes, Mayme, you were lucky
enough to be invited yourself.

I wouldn't push it.

Well, it's a shame
they don't get along.

What would be a shame is

if you got yourself
kicked off the list.

Leave it alone.

[indistinct conversations]

[sighs]

I know you don't
drink booze,

so I got you a ginger ale.

You've made yourself
right at home.

Yeah. You know,
I especially like

this VIP room
you built for yourself.

It's very nice.
It's my new office.

Look, Joe, I came here
looking for a resolution,

not a conflict.

Uh, that's a smart place
to be.

So, then
let's make this right.

Give me the money you took,
or give me my club back.

[laughs]

See, this is exactly why

I didn't blow
your fucking brains out

next to that asshole
Fred Straub.

Why, you got grit,
Johnson.

I like that, and you're
very smart, you know?

You're no dummy,
which is gonna be very useful

once we figure out what
our new partnership's gonna be.

- Partnership?
- Yeah.

All that "going legitimate"
bullshit you were doing?

Waste of your fucking time
and talents.

No, you were born
to deal drugs.

And you saw
before anyone else

why Harlem was the key
to controlling all the rackets.

Ah, I need you on my team
doing what you do best.

I think you're
pretty smart, too,

but there's no partnership
to be had, Joe,

and I ain't gonna
deal duji for you.

[sighs]

So, you're telling me
I got no use for you, then.

I'm saying I ain't gonna
sit back and do nothing.

That sounds like a threat.

You put my back against
the wall. What do you expect?

Motherfucker!

You put me in jail!

What the fuck
did you expect?

I'm just gonna
let that go?

There's not gonna be
any payback?! Huh?

[sniffs]

You know, Chin and I, we had
our battles over the years,

but eventually we found
common ground.

I hope
we can do the same.

Well, if you ain't
selling junk,

don't hold
your fucking breath.

♪

[horns honking in distance,
indistinct conversations]

Do I get one?

Sorry, young blood.
You just joined up.

You on the bench
for this one.

[footsteps depart]

[dramatic music playing]

[muffled conversations
in distance]

[woman] Who is it?

Hi. It's your neighbor
from a few doors down.

[gasps] Ya Ilahi!

Search the apartment.

As-Salaam Alaikum, sister.
Apologies.

Are you alone?

Where is your husband,
Karim Hassan?

I don't know. I haven't
seen him for months.

He's not here.

- I'm calling the police.
- We should get out of here.

[telephone dialing]

Mosque 25. I know where he is.
Let's go.

[line rings]

[orchestral music playing]

[door bells jingle]

♪

Mayme Hatcher.
What a joy this is.

Thank you for coming up here.
I would have--

I would have been happy to meet
you at La Côte Basque downtown.

Oh, I'm sick
of that place.

I'm exactly where
I want to be...

with you, my new friend.

[laughs]
Well, I am flattered.

Well, Truman,
about your guest list...

Oh, I'm completely underwater.
It's catastrophically full.

So many mouths to feed
and egos to stroke.

Yes.

Well, what about Aaron Douglas
or Archibald Motley?

Not in town. Next time.
Let's talk about you.

Alice tells me you
live a scandalous life.

[laughs] Alice said that?
I can't imagine why.

Hatcher.

Cute name,
but I've done some digging.

You're married to one of
the most notorious gangsters

in Harlem, Bumpy Johnson.

And what if I was?

Darling, it took me six years
to write In Cold Blood.

They're clamoring
for a follow-up.

Any good murders
I could write about?

Anything you've witnessed?
I'd love to meet your husband.

Mr. Capote, to be honest,

I'm not involved
in my husband's affairs,

but I would love to talk
to you about your guest list.

[sighs] That's all anyone
wants to speak to me about.

I wanna hear about crime.

And I want to invite
James Baldwin.

Baldwin. Ooh, that sow.

Ooh!
He makes me so angry.

Why?

The two of you
have so much in common.

Two of the greatest writers
living in America.

Mayme, James Baldwin
isn't coming to my party.

I want you to bring
Bumpy Johnson.

End of story.

I can't wait to meet him.

♪

[man] So he's a kid, right?
And I got him down there,

and I'm like this.

♪ Hello, nice to meet you ♪

♪ I'm the stranger
In your head ♪

♪ I'm the bad guy,
I'm the mad guy ♪

♪ Always got you seeing red ♪

♪ Swimming in your liquor
Till the lie becomes the truth ♪

♪ Say you hate the drama,
But the drama sure loves you ♪

♪ No, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ Oh, no, you can't do that ♪

♪ Oh, no,
You can't do that ♪

♪ Born disgraceful ♪

♪ Burn your halo ♪

♪ Seven gone and six came back ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bad bye, bad bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bad bye, bad bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

I hear you sat down
with Colombo.

I gotta tell you,
ballsy move.

I had to turn every stone.

Okay. And?

He proposed a partnership.
[laughs]

One where
I'd deal his drugs.

I see. What about Stella?
Did she flip Pino?

I don't think so.

[scoffs] Well, then you're
left with only one move.

What's that?

When there's an obstacle
in the way,

you remove the obstacle.

You suggesting
I whack a boss?

You wanna eat? [chuckles]

'Cause as long as this guy's
above ground, Bumpy,

you ain't gonna eat.

Seems like you want me
to remove your obstacle.

Bumpy, are you listening
to what I'm saying here, huh?

This benefits both of us.

That's why I'm giving you
a license to whack this guy.

- What about the other families?
- Ah, don't worry about that.

Gambino and Lucchese--
they couldn't say it,

but they're with us.

The only problem is Pino.

[scoffs]
But he's a paper hat.

Easy fix.

[slurps]

[glass clatters]

[horns honking in distance]

Can we talk?

Yeah. I'm heading over
to the Cropsey Lounge.

You wanna come?

Can't tonight.

What you wanna
talk about?

I heard about the sit-down
at Bamonte's.

Oh, yeah?
What about it?

Why didn't you tell me
that you sided with Colombo?

I don't know.
Slipped my mind. [sips]

Any decision made
on behalf of this family

needs to be discussed.
- Come on. Why are you worrying

your pretty little head
about it?

I did what I figured
you'd want done.

You don't know what
I would have done.

Really? Colombo told me

he proposed an alliance
between our families

when he went
to your apartment.

So, you spoke to Colombo.

As did you.

Is there
a fucking problem?

No.

Good.

Congratu-fucking-lations, then.

I know how your father felt
about Colombo.

This right here, this is
a good thing for our family.

By the way, way to use
what you got, Stella.

[clicks teeth]

[siren wailing in distance]

Whack a boss?
Bonanno really said that?

Yeah.

Sounds like a fucking setup,
if you ask me.

It could be.

[Pettigrew] Or not.

Maybe he just wants you
to do his dirty work.

Look, Bonanno benefits
with Colombo gone.

We all do.

They gave permission
to whack Colombo,

what more
are we waiting on?

I need more than
just Bonanno to approve.

Otherwise, I'll be signing
our death warrants.

Even if we had that,

Colombo is guarded
wherever he goes.

It's gonna be a tough shot.

I can do it.

I can still get
into the St. Clair.

Middle of a rush.
No one will see me coming.

I'll shiv that motherfucker
in the kidneys

and be gone,
and no one will know it.

Crazy motherfucker.
How you supposed to do that?

[knife clicks]

Want me to show you?

Put that shit away.
We're not whacking a boss.

Then what are we gonna do,
Bump?

I don't know!

Well, we gotta
figure something out.

Look, we got nothing
right now, Bump.

No duji, no St. Clair,
no money, nothing.

We gotta eat.

Doing nothin' ain't no solution.

I hear you.

But you hitting Colombo
in the St. Clair,

that's the wrong move,

unless I can get two families
to back me.

[closes knife]

Well, I think you're wrong
on this one, Bump.

Think you ought
to show some respect.

Man, shut the fuck up, you
country backwards motherfucker.

You know what? I've had enough

of your sucking up
and your betrayals.

Think you ought a put
a leash on him.

- You think that's funny?
- Relax.

Pettigrew, shut up!
I'm with Frank on this one.

Frank's right. Zip your lips.

Really?

Yeah.

So, you gonna take sides
with this motherfucker?

[tense music playing]

Frank's right.

♪

Fuck you, too.

♪

♪

- What are you doing here?
- Looking for Karim Hassan.

Karim? I don't know where
he is or what he's doing.

He belongs to this mosque.
Where is he?

I have nothing more
to say to you.

This way.

♪

That's him.

Get your motherfucking
hands up.

Karim Hassan,
you coming with us.

Aah! [groans]

[panting]

I told y'all

I ain't had nothing to do
with shooting Malcolm.

No, I recognize you.
I was there that day.

I saw you
with a double-barrel shotgun.

[gunshot]

We need to know
who's behind this!

- I ain't saying shit.
- Oh.

Let's see
if I can't jog your memory.

[click]

[panting]

Wait.

The truth is,
I don't know who was behind it.

- A lot of people.
- Who? CIA, FBI, NYPD?

Who the fuck knows?

[panting]

There was a white man
who told us if we did it,

there'd be no investigation.

- Who was he?
- I don't know his name.

Do you know how
to contact him?

[panting]

[telephone slams, bell rings]

Call the motherfucker.

Set up a meet...

or I'll cut
your fucking throat.

♪

♪ Hello, nice to meet you ♪

♪ I'm the stranger
In your head ♪

♪ I'm the bad guy,
I'm the mad guy ♪

♪ Always catch you seeing red ♪

♪ Swimming in your liquor till
The lie becomes the truth ♪

♪ Say you hate the drama,
But the drama sure loves you ♪

♪ No, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no ♪

♪ Oh, no, you can't do that,
Oh, no, you can't do that ♪

♪ Don't be disgraceful ♪

- Hey.
- ♪ Burn your halo ♪

What's a good time
and place for us to talk?

♪ And six came back ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bye, bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bye, bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Goodbye ♪

♪ Time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Now it's too late
to fix mistakes ♪

♪ And it's no big surprise ♪

♪ I ain't got the time to talk ♪

♪ Till there's oceans
in your eyes ♪

♪ Your mind's a mess,
You failed the test ♪

♪ You finally lost the fight ♪

♪ You better go now,
Swinging when it's time ♪

♪ When it's time ♪

♪ To say ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bye, bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bye, bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bye, bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bye, bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say ♪

♪ No, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no ♪

♪ Oh, no, you can't do that ♪

♪ Oh, no,
You can't do that ♪

♪ Don't be disgraceful ♪

♪ Burn your halo ♪

♪ Seven gone and six came back ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bye, bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Bye, bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ Now it's time to say goodbye ♪

[up-tempo big band music
playing]

♪

♪

Well, it turns out
her husband had been engaged

in quite the clandestine affair.
I said, "Don't divorce him.

You milk that son of a bitch
for every penny he's worth."

[laughter]

Oh, is that Mayme Hatcher
I see before me?

I love these little games.

Hello, Truman.
So grateful to be here.

Your outfit is divine.
So elegant, so iconic.

Well, you can thank Mr. Halston
for that.

I would, but he's off
on a cocaine frenzy somewhere.

Is this, I pray, Mr. Hatcher?
Or should I say...

[whispers]
the great Bumpy Johnson?

Neither.

- James Baldwin.
- [women] Mm.

Mayme, you have stabbed me
in the back.

It's a Black and White Ball,
Truman.

You wanted more Black artists.

- Yes, anyone but him.
- I knew this was a mistake.

Can't the two of you see you're
both doing the same thing?

Courageously,
as outwardly gay men.

You see people wearing masks,
and you reflect that,

and you want to rip the masks
off people's faces.

We need great writers,
both Black and white,

to show people that underneath
the masks, we are all the same.

Now, I want you to make up
and shake hands.

♪

[camera shutters snapping]

A gangster move, Mayme,
worthy of a queen.

[whispering] Thank you.

[whispers] I do wanna meet
your husband, though.

Of course.

Well, in that case,
Baldwin can stay.

- Mm.
- Shall we?

There's no turning back now.

♪

- Hmm.
- How have you been?

♪

[laughs]

♪

[Elise] Let's see
if Karim's handler shows up

so we can question
that motherfucker.

What time is it?

[Sadiq] How much time
you wanna give it?

As long as it takes.

[tense music playing]

♪

[sighs]

All right, Bumpy.
What the fuck is it now?

I've been thinking
about your offer,

giving me that pass.

Oh, yeah?

How do I know you're not
hanging me out to dry?

I take out Colombo,
and then you flip sides?

Listen, remember,
you called me back here.

- I didn't call you.
- I need a guarantee.

What guarantee
can I give you?

I need someone else to vouch
for me if this goes sideways.

All right,
and who's that gonna be?

[footsteps approach]

[chuckles]

♪

We got action.

- [Elise] There's the car.
- That's his handler.

Let's move out.

♪

- Thanks for meeting me here.
- Hello, Karim.

[tires screech]

♪

[whispers] Fuck.

♪

♪

This one's for my good pal,
Joe Colombo.

He has my back, and I have his.

♪

♪ That's life ♪

♪ That's what
All the people say ♪

♪ Riding high in April ♪

♪ Shot down in May ♪

♪ But I know I'm ♪

♪ Gonna change that tune ♪

♪ When I'm back on top ♪

♪ Back on top in June ♪

♪ I said that's life ♪

♪

♪ And as funny as it may seem ♪

♪ Some people get their kicks ♪

♪ Stomping on a dream ♪

All due respect, Stella,
I like you,

but I think you should keep
your tits out of this.

Same way you're keeping
your little prick out of this?

[chuckles]

We know Colombo
is coming for all of us.

Yeah. You see, but this
doesn't concern you, okay?

'Cause Pino's
the head of your family.

Not for long.

You're a bad girl, Stella.

All right. What's the plan?

What it is, is we're
gonna whack a boss.

- ♪ I just pick myself up ♪
- All right.

- ♪ And get back in the race ♪
- Let's whack Colombo.

♪ That's life ♪

♪ And I can't deny it ♪

♪ Many times
I thought of cutting out ♪

♪ But my heart won't buy it ♪

♪ But if there's nothing ♪

♪ Shaking come this here July ♪

♪

♪ I'm gonna roll myself up ♪

♪ In a big ball ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ Die ♪

♪

♪ Baby, that's life ♪

♪ My ♪

- ♪ My ♪
- [song ends, applause]

Bravo! Bravo!

[dramatic music playing]

- [Pettigrew] Joe Colombo.
- Yeah?

We need to talk.

Talk about what?

♪

[whispers] A partnership
between you and me.

[tense music playing]

♪

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