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Colombo--he's making moves.

I see that cocksucker on TV every day

talking about this, uh, civil rights bullshit.

He's making a play for Harlem.

Help me stop Colombo before none of us can.

I'm taking Harlem-- the ports, the cops,

the unions. It's all coming under my control.

So, you're saying that I should marry you

and join this insanity?

Every king needs a queen.

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

Do I get one?

Sorry, youngblood. You just joined up.

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

You were born to deal drugs.

There's no partnership to be had, Joe,

and I ain't gonna deal duji for you.

When there's an obstacle in the way,

you remove the obstacle.

You suggesting I whack a boss?

This benefits both of us.

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

[Pettigrew] We got nothing right now, Bump.

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

[Frank] Think you ought to show some respect.

I've had enough of your sucking up and your betrayals.

Relax.

Fuck you, too.

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

[Bonanno] Let's whack Colombo.

[applause]

-[Pettigrew] Joe Colombo. -Yeah.

-We need to talk. -Talk about what?

[lowered voice] Partnership between you and me.

♪♪♪

[Colombo] What I need to know...

is why would you betray a man

who's been your boss for so many years,

especially while we're in the middle of a fucking war.

It don't make sense to me.

I've known Bumpy a long time.

Never seen him like this.

Way I see it, he's betrayed me.

How so?

By giving up the only thing that put money in my pocket,

the duji, which led to you taking over the Saint Clair.

Now it's obvious.

You're the man gonna control Harlem.

[clears throat]

Not very loyal, are you?

[sighs] Well, in case you ain't noticed,

it's chaos out there on the streets right now.

The morgue is full of bodies, black and Italian.

As long as there's a chance we might get popped at any second

walking around Harlem,

I know for goddamn sure we ain't gonna be making no money.

So, no, it ain't about loyalty.

It's about survival.

So, what the fuck is it you think you can do for me?

You guys stand out in Harlem.

Not me. I know the neighborhood--

the Reapers, the Chancellors,

the Copians, all the street gangs.

Let me tell them you wanna put

all this tit-for-tat bullshit behind us,

that you wanna go back to makig money in the best way possible.

Not with war, but with order.

You gon' take over Harlem?

You gon' need someone like me to help you.

[chuckles] I see.

So, you'll be like the new Bumpy Johnson.

Call it that if you will.

♪♪♪

How do I know that I can trust you?

That you're not some mole he sent in here

just to fuck me up?

I'm risking my neck to be here.

If you wanna kill Bumpy Johnson, you're gonna have to trust me.

[laughter]

It's been too long since we all got together for breakfast.

I've missed it. I missed being at home.

Then come back.

-Mm. -Hmm.

[chuckles]

You see the news?

Oh, Ellsworth, don't show them that.

Your mother's a miracle worker,

getting Capote and Baldwin together like that.

Aw, you look so beautiful.

[Elise] Very impressive.

They must love you on that museum board.

[Mayme] Well, there's still work to do.

They've asked me to put together an exhibit

featuring Black artists.

-[Elise] Oh, wow. -You deserve it.

Especially after all that butt-kissing you did.

[laughs] Margaret.

[Delia] Hope y'all hungry.

-Starving. Thank you. -How's Jerome?

Better he's with the Panthers than in Vietnam.

Though if I had my druthers, he'd join a sewing class.

[laughter]

[indistinct conversations]

What you looking at?

[Frank] What kind of a cop gonna eat at a joint like this here?

'Cause they get to eat for free

and leave a five-cent tip, if the waitress is lucky.

That ain't no cop.

["Dry Your Eyes" playing]

[gunshots]

♪ I am so sorry to see you cry♪

♪ Wipe those tears From your eyes ♪

♪ So long ♪

♪ Mother's gotta go now ♪

♪ La-la-la, la, la-la ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Dry your eyes ♪

♪♪♪

[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 ♪

[tense music playing]

Yes.

Yes, I see. Thank you.

Please let us know immediately if anything changes.

[receiver clatters]

Delia just got out of surgery. They removed the bullet.

Thank God in heaven, she's going to survive.

Oh, praise Allah.

This could have been a lot worse.

You guys could all have been...

That motherfucker Joe Colombo is gonna die!

Daddy, be quiet, please. Margaret's in the next room.

We are fine. I'm just worried about you.

What is this all about?

Somebody must have told Colombo

that I was planning to put a hit on him.

What, a rat?

If Joe Colombo is out to kill you,

it's not safe for Margaret to be here.

Should we send her down South?

We did that before. It hurt bad.

I wanna take her to the Panthers.

-She'll be safe there. -Are you crazy?

How are they gonna defend her

against a bunch of Italian gunmen?

Elise is right. They won't know she's there.

I'll send over some men to guard the place as well, just in case.

[sighs]

Mayme... you should go with them, all right?

Not a chance. My place is here with you.

Then it's settled. I'll tell Margaret.

No. Let me do it.

Is Delia okay?

Yeah, she's gonna be fine.

She'll be out of the hospital soon.

But I need you to pack a bag.

You're gonna stay with Elise for a while.

-With the Panthers? -Yeah. You'll be safe there.

Just for a little while.

Why is someone trying to kill us?

It's hard to explain.

There are bad men in this world.

Are you a bad man?

Why would you say that?

People talk, Daddy.

This boy Reggie is bothering me at school,

and one of my teachers told him,

"Don't go picking on Margaret or her dad will kill you."

Things like that.

People have both good and bad inside 'em.

Sometimes one comes out more than the other.

But I need you to know...

I'm your father,

I love you...

...and I only want good for you.

Now be a good girl and pack up your things.

Frank Lucas was there. He recognized me.

But I had a clean shot,

and then this fucking waitress gets in the way

and takes the fucking bullet.

This motherfucker took a shot in front of his wife and kids?

You're the one who told me he ate breakfast there!

Motherfucker, I didn't tell you to do anything!

You should know better than to shoot a man

when he's with his family.

Look, I thought...

he's Black, so them rules ain't in operation.

Besides, boss, Johnson is after you.

I mean, I'd shoot his cocksucking grandmother

if I thought it'd get him out of the picture.

Yeah, but he missed.

And now he know you made a move.

He's coming for you. The gloves are off now.

All right, well, we gotta hit him again, quick.

You should do it.

Are you crazy?

He probably knows I've flipped by now.

I won't be able to get near any of them.

What's the matter, you got cold feet all of a sudden?

I didn't realize I was joining a bunch of shoot-from-the-hip,

dumb motherfuckers who fired at women and children.

Reach out to every associate we got on the streets,

including the black gangs.

Tell 'em Joe Colombo is personally offering 20 grand

for the head of Bumpy Johnson.

20 grand?

What the fuck are you waiting for?! Go!

[door slams]

You know, ordinarily, I'd fucking kill you

for disrespecting me like that in front of my men.

But you know I'm right.

You fucked this up.

We'll see.

It's him or me right now.

I put the odds on me.

♪♪♪

[door opens and closes]

Why wasn't Pettigrew at 22 West with you and Frank?

Pettigrew called in sick.

No fucking way.

-Impossible. -Everything's possible.

Look, man, maybe it was that bitch Stella Gigante.

You know she crazy as shit.

Stella Gigante don't have no reason to throw me over.

Neither does Bonanno.

They both want Colombo gone.

No. It's Pettigrew. He's gone to Colombo.

There's no fucking way Nat would do that to us.

I don't know.

Look, the motherfucker been salty ever since I came aboard.

Fuck you, Frank.

-You don't know the man. -I do.

He's been wanting to sell duji since we got out of the game.

I'm sorry, Bump, but I don't buy it.

He stole from me once to cover his gambling debt.

I forgave him.

But the seed of betrayal in a man's heart...

that never goes away.

If what you're saying is true, I swear on my life...

I'll kill him.

Not if I get there first.

Come on.

[horns honking in distance]

We are at a crossroads, my friends.

Tomorrow is my Italian Unity rally at Columbus Circle.

Now... Congressmen Biaggi, Badillo, Murphy--

they're all gonna be there,

not to mention Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin,

the whole fucking Rat Pack.

Well, did you mention there's gonna be a bunch

of FBI agents there clicking their fucking cameras, huh?

Just let 'em. We got nothing to hide.

So long as we Italians stick together.

How many people, Joe,

you think are really gonna show up to this rally?

50,000. Maybe more.

-50,000? -50,000.

Big.

I gotta be honest with you fellas.

I don't think our friend Lucky Luciano had this in mind

when he started this commission.

You're right. Our friend here is right.

You know, it wasn't. [inhales sharply]

But... times have changed.

Listen, we live in a world

where the most important thing is the public image.

I mean, that... that's stronger than a bullet.

Do you think that half a finocch'

J. Edgar Hoover is gonna give a shit

about a bunch of Italians walking around with signs?

Listen, Joe, don't take my word for it, right?

Look what it did for the Blacks.

They got fucking laws passed.

And when the cops attack 'em, they fight back,

which is exactly what we're gonna do, if we have unity.

Joe, you come up with fucking ideas.

I like this idea. You got our support.

I appreciate it, Tommy. Thank you.

Uh, listen, speaking of Blacks...

as I'm sure you're all aware,

there was an attempt

on Bumpy Johnson's life earlier today.

Now, you know I tried my best

to get him back selling heroin for us,

but the stubborn bastard, he won't play ball.

I say we need to take fucking action.

Yeah. That's right. Pino's correct.

Bumpy goes,

not just because he's a constant pain in the ass,

but because he complicates

our control of narcotics in Harlem.

[Bonanno] You know what I think?

I think Joe and Pino wanna control the drugs,

'cause if they control the drugs, they control us.

Period.

Well, let me tell you what I think.

It's pretty obvious to me

that you've been taking Bumpy's side over your own blood.

Why? I don't know.

You're either with us, or you're against us, Joe.

And you got to decide.

♪♪♪

[siren wailing in distance]

[indistinct conversations]

This really ain't cool, Elise.

It's just for a little while.

You think having Bumpy's men up in here is a good look for us?

That ain't what we all about.

I'll have 'em stay outside.

-You won't even see them. -That ain't the goddamn point.

You getting us involved in an Italian mob war

that we don't need to be part of.

This is the safest place for my daughter right now.

Isn't that enough for you?

Look... you know I care about you.

Then show it.

If you want me to leave, I will.

I'll take my daughter down South.

No. No, no. No, no, no.

Don't do that.

The Panthers are my family, Sadiq.

But so are the Johnsons.

I need to protect them both.

♪♪♪

-[ship horn blows] -We blew it.

He's gonna have his eyes wide open now.

So as far as I'm concerned, this is a losing hand.

What, you don't wanna hear what Bumpy has to say?

Colombo attempted a hit in a restaurant

with civilians all around.

You of all people know what a fuck-up that is.

I'm not surprised.

He's too busy with his civil rights

to stop a war with you.

So, what's the plan?

Stella reaches out to Colombo,

asks for a sit-down between me and him.

The man just tried to take you out.

Why would he buy it?

Because I'm gonna give him what he's always wanted.

A peace agreement

where I go back to selling duji in return for staying alive.

You've been on your high horse

about not selling junk in Harlem for over a year.

He'll buy it if he thinks he's gonna get Genovese dope...

and me with it.

We'll set it at a place where he'll feel secure,

the St. Clair, before business hours.

[chuckles] Oh, Jesus.

What's wrong?

I mean, I'm--I'm in a fucking nightmare over here.

I'm partnering with a Black and a woman

against my own kind. It's fucking comical.

Go to Colombo, then.

Watch him draw more attention with his civil rights rally

until you're all in jail.

Okay, Bumpy, I'll tell you what.

If you manage to take Colombo out,

I'll smooth it out with the other families.

But if you fail...

you're on your own.

It's up to you to convince him, Stella.

[tense music playing]

♪♪♪

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪♪

I need to talk to him.

He's been expecting you. Hey, bring her in.

She's here, Boss.

All right. Thanks.

-[door closes] -Hey.

The fuck was that for?

Delia. She's in the hospital with a fucking gut wound.

You could've killed her.

Look... [clears throat]

[sighs] Stella...

I am very sorry.

That was a mistake, and it won't happen again.

[sighs] H-How is she? Is she okay?

This has to stop, Joe. Now.

[scoffs]

Hey, you know, that fuck is trying to kill me, too,

or maybe you don't care about that.

I care about ending the bloodshed in Harlem.

Delia is my best friend in the world.

Do you understand?

There's nothing I can do about that.

Yeah, there is.

I think I can get Bumpy to sell heroin for us.

Meet Bumpy. Make peace.

Are you serious?

You know that marriage proposal you put to me?

The man I wanna marry, I have to trust.

He has to think the way I do about certain things.

♪♪♪

Promise me you'll end this war...

and I'll marry you.

♪♪♪

[Bumpy] Stella went over to convince Colombo

that I'm willing to sell duji for him.

You would say this to me, so I'm saying it to you.

You're putting our lives in the hands of Stella Gigante?

Now, I know you're upset about Delia.

I can understand that.

But are you sure you ain't letting

emotions get the best of you?

[Bumpy] Nat Pettigrew went over to Colombo.

My family could have been hit.

Of course I got emotions involved.

What the fuck you talking about?

Okay, I hear you.

You say Stella gon' propose that they meet at the St. Clair?

Yep.

And unless Colombo done changed every goddamn lock,

we got access through the basement.

I say we get there a little early,

and then we pop him on arrival.

Yeah, but if Colombo already know you wanna hit him,

why would he believe Stella?

Colombo doesn't want a war right now.

He's got an image to uphold.

Motherfucker's too busy playing politician.

But, Bump, you sticking your neck out.

By taking out Colombo without Bonanno's blessing on record,

you gon' have all five families seeking retribution.

Bonanno just wants a safe bet.

He'll back us if we succeed.

♪♪♪

My daddy said your mom is gonna be okay.

She'll be out of the hospital soon.

[sighs] My brother was shot and killed,

and there was nothing I could do about it.

And now my mama was shot.

♪♪♪

I'm so sorry.

It was scary. I saw her.

But I think she saved our lives.

-She did? -Yeah.

By getting in front of a bullet meant for my father.

Your mom is a hero.

She's the greatest woman in the world.

And I'm gonna kill that man.

What man?

The man who ordered the shooting.

It was Joe Colombo. He's an Italian gangster.

Everyone knows.

I heard your mama talking about it.

-Oh. -That's right.

And everyone's too scared to do something about it

'cause of the Mafia. Well, I ain't scared.

You're not?

Hell, no.

I'm a Black Panther.

♪♪♪

[TV announcer] Using the black civil rights movement

as inspiration, Joe Colombo's Unity Day,

to be held tomorrow in Central Park,

seeks to highlight the community's grievances

and bring attention to the issue

of ethnic discrimination and negative stereotyping,

particularly the portrayal of Italians as criminals

by law enforcement and the newspapers.

This shit's going down tomorrow.

Pay close attention to it.

Hey, Bump, Elise is here to see you.

What? Fellas...

[TV clicks off]

What happened? Margaret okay?

She's fine. She's fine.

What is it?

It's stupid.

Suddenly, I got this feeling

that I might never see you again, so...

I'm gonna be okay.

We've spent so much time apart, and I...

I regret that.

If anything were to happen to you...

I'm gonna be fine.

I just want you to know that I love you.

You know that, right?

Of course.

I love you, too.

Good.

Please know that.

[sobs, sniffles]

I'm sorry. I'm gonna go back now.

[sighs]

Please... be careful.

-Elise. -Hmm?

I'm your father.

What you said is true.

I'm playing a dangerous game right now.

If something were to happen to me, I need you to know...

I've never been more proud of you.

What you're doing, being a Panther...

...living in your own power.

So proud of you.

-[sighs] It's okay. -[crying]

It's gonna be all right.

♪♪♪

Gonna be all right.

♪♪♪

[Colombo] Get the car. Bring it around front.

Hey, Vinnie. You'll be my second on this one.

[door creaks]

Hey, you don't look happy.

[door closes]

You're making a mistake underestimating Bumpy.

Is that right?

Look, send your men, fine.

But you shouldn't go.

Why?

The meet's at the St. Clair. It's my turf.

I'll have protection up the wazoo.

Bumpy would never make a deal with you,

not after Vinnie shot up his family at 22 West.

What are you talking about? Stella Gigante set this up.

She'll be there to broker the arrangement.

-You trust her? -Yeah, I fucking trust her.

I make it a policy never to trust any--

Shut the fuck up.

What is it, huh?

You worried I make a deal with Bumpy,

that puts you in a bad spot?

I made my bed with you.

Trying to keep you from shitting in it.

[sighs]

♪♪♪

[slice]

[body thuds]

[dramatic music playing]

[grunting]

[silenced gunshot]

♪♪♪

[chuckles]

Look at us. Who would've thought?

You did good, Country.

They should have changed those basement locks.

[door opens]

[whispers] Colombo.

♪♪♪

-Hands up, Guinea. -I'll take that.

[Bumpy] Where the fuck is Joe Colombo?

-[Vinnie] The fuck is this? -You in trouble.

Don't! Don't do this. Don't do it. Just...

For Christ, I'll do anything! Please don't!

I'll kill Colombo myself, I swear to Christ!

I'll put a bullet right in his fucking head!

Don't do this. Don't do this.

Don't... Please, don't do this.

Don't do this. [sputters] Don't do this.

[Bumpy] You never should have come after me and my family.

This is for Delia.

[screaming]

Bumpy!

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

♪♪♪

Goddamn pity. After all that work.

Dreams die.

So will Colombo.

♪♪♪

[reporter] Firefighters are battling an inferno

at the popular Club St. Clair in Harlem at this hour.

Multiple casualties have been reported.

The cause of the fire is yet to be determined.

Police officials suspect the fire is the latest

in a series of escalating violent actions

between the feuding Mafia and Negro gangs in the city.

The club's ownership transferrd from Ellsworth Johnson

to Joseph Colombo in recent weeks.

Colombo, chief sponsor of tomorrow's Unity Day event,

has been unreachable for comment.

What the fuck?!

Tell every fucking gang member in Harlem,

I don't care who does it,

Black or white, I want him dead now!

You got it, boss.

[door closes]

You were right.

I'm surprised Bumpy burned down his own club.

My club!

That was my fucking club.

She set me up.

Why would Stella do that? Fucking bitch.

My guess is Bumpy twisted her mind.

I trusted her.

When she used to work for me, we'd talk for hours.

I thought I knew her. I thought...

Deep down...

She's a stone-cold bitch.

No offense.

Yeah, well...

She's gonna fucking regret it.

Get Pino Scolari on the phone.

Get our soldiers on the streets.

[clears throat]

[sighs]

[telephone dialing]

Get me Pino Scolari.

Colombo wants to see him.

♪♪♪

[siren wailing in distance]

[indistinct conversations in background]

[song playing indistinctly]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I can't get into the gun closet.

What happened?

[sighs]

Ain't no one here understands me except for you.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Yeah, I think there is.

♪♪♪

I don't know, Joe, maybe speaking at this rally tomorrow

ain't such a good idea.

What are you talking about?

Thousands of Italians from all over the country

are coming to hear me speak.

Come on. After everything that went down, you think it's safe?

Look, aside from my men,

I'm gonna have an army of cops,

Italian ones, looking out for me.

This thing with Bumpy Johnson...

getting very messy.

Well, I mean, I spoke to Chin.

He don't like me working with you.

Neither does his daughter.

About that--the Chin, as we both know,

he ain't fucking here.

And his daughter shouldn't be telling you,

an underboss, what to do.

Come on. You think I like it?

If I don't listen to her, it's going against Chin.

Fuck the Chin!

You should be the head of that family.

Pino... I can help you do that.

-What about Stella? -Oh, look.

You--You like taking orders from a fucking girl?

Listen.

Bumpy Johnson is going down, and I'm taking Harlem.

Now, you, you're the one that's bringing in the dope.

It ain't fucking Chin.

And once I get control of the other bosses, that's it.

Chin's not gonna have enough men to come at us.

Ah, but you're forgetting about Bonanno.

He's siding with Bumpy and Stella.

Once Bumpy's dead, Bonanno will do what we tell him,

or he's gonna be next.

And as far as Stella...

[clears throat] That's a problem

you're gonna have to solve.

What do you mean?

She needs to go.

Listen to me, Joe.

Me, I don't whack women.

She thinks she can be a boss like a man.

She can pay the fucking price like a man.

And you have my word.

I will make you head of the Genovese family.

♪♪♪

I came here to tell you I think you should leave town.

I can't do that.

I have to look after my father's interests.

Your father's interests are in you staying alive.

Pino won't come after me.

He's loyal to my father.

Colombo got Pino in his back pocket.

I've known Pino since I was a kid.

He'd never be disloyal to my family.

I'm sorry, Stella.

In this world, that don't mean a thing.

[exhales deeply]

You're right. My father warned me.

He said that if I wanted to be the boss,

I couldn't trust anyone, not even my closest friends.

Even me. [chuckles]

Yeah. Even you.

I need you to take my advice.

Get out of town until I can deal with Colombo.

I'll leave some of my men here to guard you.

I don't wanna draw any attention.

I'll be all right.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

♪♪♪

[reporter] It's early here in New York City,

and attendees are already beginning to show up

for today's Italian Unity Day rally.

Police and city officials are expecting

tens of thousands of people

for what organizers are calling a unified voice

against the mistreatment and misrepresentation

of Italian Americans,

very much echoing the sentiments held

by the American Italian Anti-Defamation League.

For more on the League and Unity Day,

let's go to Bill Kurtis in Columbus Circle.

[Kurtis] The League appeals to all Italian Americans

to fight discrimination.

Its members are particularly unhappy

with the stereotype image of the Italian as a gangster.

They want to eliminate words like "Mafia" and "Cosa Nostra."

They say simply all Italians aren't gangsters,

and all gangsters aren't Italians.

I mean, you can't buy this kind of publicity.

Yeah, it's gonna be a good day.

[TV clicks off]

[clears throat] All right, let's go.

Me? [scoffs]

Ah, it's not a good idea.

Look, if Bumpy's men are there, I need you on lookout.

If Bumpy's men are there, they'll shoot me on sight.

That's not my fucking problem, is it?

[slaps shoulder]

♪♪♪

[sniffs]

♪♪♪

I-I did what you asked.

Thought you'd chicken out.

I almost did. I really shouldn't be doing this.

Don't worry. You're not just helping me.

You're gonna help save your dad.

Remember, Colombo is out to kill him.

How'd you get the key?

My mama's jacket.

Thank you.

♪♪♪

What are you gonna do?

I scouted out all the buildings,

and there's only one where I think I can get a clean shot.

Directly across from the fountain.

It ain't gon' be easy.

Gonna be a lot worse if he misses.

So, don't.

You want me to go with him?

No, I got something else I want you to do.

Our food may not be fancy, but it's made with love.

Delicious. Thank you.

Baby, you not feeling well?

I'm just not hungry.

Hey, have any of y'all seen Jerome?

I can't find him anywhere, and the fire escape window was open.

-Check the gun closet. -I already checked it.

It was open, and a .38 is missing.

Margaret, you were talking to him.

Did he say anything?

Baby, look at me.

Don't lie.

I can't say.

He made me promise.

That boy's gonna get himself killed. Do you want that?

Now tell us where he went.

To kill Joe Colombo.

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♪♪

[knock on door]

[tense music playing]

[knocking continues]

[tense music playing]

[banging on door]

♪♪

[banging continues]

[door creaks]

There she is. [chuckles lightly]

Something wrong with your phone? I called like six times.

Something's wrong with the line.

You, uh... going to the rally?

Decided not to go.

Oh, yeah? Well, Joe's gonna be disappointed.

I told him I wasn't feeling well.

Oh.

Oh, yeah? That's too bad.

Going on a little trip?

Yeah, I'm gonna go visit my dad in Florida.

Oh, yeah? Well, maybe you'll feel better down there. Yeah.

It's funny, though, I spoke to your dad earlier today.

He didn't mention it.

That's 'cause I'm surprising him.

Ah, you're full of surprises, Stella.

Am I?

Let's cut the bullshit.

We've known each other a long time,

and I think I've been more than tolerant

about the current fucked-up situation

that your father left me in.

What's that?

What's that?

Having someone like you, a, uh...

a girl who doesn't know what the fuck she's doing,

giving me orders, or worse,

going behind my fucking back!

What are you doing? What are you doing, huh?

What are you doing?

What the fuck are you gonna do with this?

-Just calm down. -Shut the fuck up!

[breathing heavily]

What am I gonna do with you? What am I gonna do?

[continues breathing heavily]

I mean, they all said you was fucking crazy,

so maybe... maybe I just tell your dad

you committed suicide

and you blew your own brains out with your own fucking gun,

and he'll believe me. They'll all fucking believe--

[grunting]

[yelling]

I'll fucking kill you.

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

Open your fucking mouth!

[grunting]

[screams]

[gunshot]

[gasping]

[sobbing]

You all right?

Bumpy told me to keep an eye on you.

[whispers] Thank you.

You all right.

For several weeks now,

small groups of Italian Americans

have been picketing FBI headquarters in Manhattan

to protest the use of terms like "Mafia" and "gangster,"

which they regard as ethnic slurs.

Today, the protest took on all the appearances

of a full-fledged movement

as thousands of demonstrators gathered near Central Park

to celebrate Italian-American Unity Day.

♪ Whoo! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! ♪

♪ Whoo! Hey, hey, hey, Hey, hey, hey! ♪

♪ Damn, it feel good ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey! ♪

♪ Ay, I'm on my New York City, On my New York City ♪

♪ I'm on my New York City, On my New York City ♪

♪ I'm on my New York City, on my New York City ♪

♪ I'm on my New York City, On my New York City ♪

♪ Fuck what they say, it's still The South Bronx anyway ♪

♪ Fuck what they say, It's still BK anyway ♪

♪ Queens niggas all day, Harlem niggas don't play ♪

♪ Staten Island get the green Wu-Tang anyway ♪

♪ Gimme all your money, Your money ♪

♪ This a stick-up, Gimme all your money ♪

♪ Gimme all your money, Your money ♪

♪ This is a stick-up, Gimme all your money ♪

♪ Niggas gettin' buck wild, Hoo-hoo ♪

♪ Nigga, don't you run now, Hoo-hoo ♪

♪ My niggas take our guns out, Hoo-hoo ♪

♪ In this game, It's only one route ♪

♪ Punk fucks out, nigga ♪

♪ I'm on my New York City, On my New York City ♪

♪ I'm on my New York City, on my New York City ♪

♪ I'm on my New York City, on my New York City ♪

♪ I'm on my New York City, on my New York City, I'm on my ♪

♪♪♪

[cheering on TV]

[marching band playing]

[indistinct conversations]

Whoa, sorry. This area's off-limits.

[cheers and applause]

-Damn. -Shitload of people out there.

This rally will go down in history.

Oh, it proves the Italian people are united,

ready for a change.

We're sick of being treated like fucking animals, you know.

[cheers and applause]

How you doing?

You see all these people? Look at all these people.

[cheers and applause continue]

How you doing?

[cheers and applause continue]

[amplified voice] Ladies and gentlemen...

brothers and sisters... Paisans!

[loud cheers and applause]

We gather here today not just to celebrate our heritage,

but to affirm our unity and our strength as a community.

[cheers and applause]

Do you see Jerome?

You know, in these times of misunderstanding and prejudice,

which seek to divide us,

it's more important than ever that we Italians stand together,

proud of who we are and what we represent.

[cheers and applause]

Honest, hard-working people--

that's who we are.

[cheers and applause on TV]

Not criminals. Not pimps and drug dealers.

The Italian-American community has been maligned,

much like our Black friends have.

We're not back-alley bruisers looking to shake you down.

We're less interested in intimidation

than we are inviting you over for Nonna's Sunday gravy.

We are normal Americans simply asking for a fair shot

because we have done nothing to warrant our mistreatment.

[cheers and applause]

So, let us start our own civil rights movement.

Let us march on Washington

and tell them they can't abuse us anymore!

[Chance] Ah, so it's true.

[Colombo] We want equal rights!

Colombo's first. You're next.

[Colombo] No more treating us like second-class citizens.

We want equal rights.

[cheers and applause]

You can jail us.

You can beat us.

You can take away our rights. But you will never stop us!

Because we're Italian, and we know how to fight!

[cheering]

[gunshot]

[crowd screaming]

[dramatic music playing]

♪♪♪

[screaming continues]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[crowd clamoring]

[screaming]

Come on, Jerome. We gotta get you out of here!

[screaming continues]

[crowd continues clamoring]

Help! We need an ambulance!

Help!

♪♪♪

[static, beep]

[Bumpy] Life is like chess,

except in one way.

If you lose, you don't get to start again.

Your options may seem limited.

Your designs may fall apart.

There will be unexpected turns.

But the game's objective must remain clear.

Survive.

[optimistic music playing]

♪♪♪

The families are gonna give you a pass, Bumpy,

under one condition.

You sell heroin again in Harlem.

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I tried.

I tried.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I went from nothing to Something like the originator ♪

♪ The hell I was fashioning Was hot as an incinerator ♪

♪ People say this life that We livin' is in a simulator ♪

♪ Matrix with an architect, Oracle and a generator ♪

♪ False rabbis and imams Is mainly innovators ♪

♪ Meanwhile Satan Gon' deceive the whole world ♪

♪ Feel it in your icy veins, It's a cold world ♪

♪ Another day, Another brick To the face like old girl ♪

♪ Gotta learn To take it in stride ♪

♪ And let your light shine ♪

♪ You get what you strive for In this transitory lifetime ♪

♪ The devil ruled For thousands of years ♪

♪ Now it's the Christ's time ♪

♪ Try so very hard ♪

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