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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.

We got nothing
right now, Bump.

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

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.

Let's whack Colombo.

- Joe Colombo.
- Yeah.

-We need to talk.
-Talk about what?

Partnership
between you and me.

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.

Not very loyal,
are you?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Very impressive.

They must love you
on that museum board.

Well, there's still work to do.

They've asked me
to put together an exhibit

featuring Black artists.

- Oh, wow.
- You deserve it.

Especially after all
that butt-kissing you did.

Margaret.

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.

What you looking at?

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.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Yes.

Yes, I see. Thank you.

Please let us know immediately
if anything changes.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I need to talk to him.

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

She's here, Boss.

All right. Thanks.

Hey.

The fuck was that for?

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

You could've killed her.

Look...

Stella...

I am very sorry.

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

H-How is she? Is she okay?

This has to stop, Joe.
Now.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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...

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.

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

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.

It's okay.

It's gonna be all right.

Gonna be all right.

Get the car.
Bring it around front.

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

Hey, you don't
look happy.

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.

Look at us.
Who would've thought?

You did good, Country.

They should have changed
those basement locks.

Colombo.

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

Where the fuck
is Joe Colombo?

- 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.
Don't do this.

You never should have
come after me and my family.

This is for Delia.

Bumpy!

Goddamn pity.
After all that work.

Dreams die.

So will Colombo.

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.

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.

Get me Pino Scolari.

Colombo wants to see him.

I can't get
into the gun closet.

What happened?

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

All right, let's go.

Me?

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?

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.

There she is.

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!

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

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--

I'll fucking kill you.

Open your fucking mouth!

You all right?

Bumpy told me
to keep an eye on you.

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 ♪

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

-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.

How you doing?

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

How you doing?

Ladies and gentlemen...

brothers and sisters...
Paisans!

We gather here today not just
to celebrate our heritage,

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

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.

Honest, hard-working people--

that's who we are.

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.

So, let us start our own
civil rights movement.

Let us march on Washington

and tell them they can't
abuse us anymore!

Ah, so it's true.

We want equal rights!

Colombo's first. You're next.

No more treating us
like second-class citizens.

We want equal rights.

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!

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

Help! We need an ambulance!

Help!

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.

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 ♪