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Mrs. Greene, I'm Stella.

I brought you a gift.

But I have to tell
the world that I'm a Muslim.

It's... It's my faith.

So you're gonna take a dive.

What do you want me to do, Malcolm?

Well, I want you to get the tape.

Fight your fight.

I'll take care of that tape.

You sell to Johnson or anyone else,

you're gonna have a serious
problem on your hands.

Let's not forget you're
just the "acting boss"

while Vito's in the can.

You were his fuckin'
driver, for Christ's sakes.

I'm trying to walk the line with Mayme

this time around, you know?

I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon.

You want to talk about your
illegal numbers operation?

The guineas, they run the banks,

but the Blacks and the Latinos,

they get pinched off
the street every day.

I'll sign you right now
if you cut that for me

as your first single.

You were a shitty father.

But I'm a shitty daughter,
and I know that, too.

Get clean.

Get a job.

Get alright.

I have faith in you.

You and me are gonna be at war

until one of us is dead.

Winner by unanimous decision...

Cassius Clay.

Hey! Coming in!

Get to the loading dock.

Alright, we're coming.

Alright, y'all, you heard the man.

- Let's move.
- Go!

Come on, guys! Move it!

I told you to have the
guards check every truck

from top to bottom.

I know, I'm sorry.

- He was off-duty...
- Just shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

This is fucked up.

Roy?

Roy.

My man.

Damn.

Damn.

My man.

Bumpy Johnson had the balls to hit us,

we hit him back twice as hard.

It was fuckin' beautiful.

We opened up with those Thompsons,

the niggers dropped like turds.

I told you this guy was special.

Remember? When we made him an associate,

I said, "This guy is special."

You did. You said he was special.

And now we got Johnson on the run.

We got to press the advantage,

and we really got to put
his ass in a sling now.

Think this will put me over the top?

Top of what?

Making my bones.

The books are closed.

It's all I dream about...
getting made, you know?

That's all you dream about?

I thought all you
thought about was Stella.

You wanna get into her underpants?

What?

You, uh...

You heard me.

No, of course not.

So you're only interested in her

because you think I'm gonna bump you up?

I'm interested in her because
I've been in love with her

since the fourth grade.

So you do want to get in her underpants.

Huh?

♪ Femmena ♪

♪ Tu si na malafemmena ♪

♪ Chist'uocchie 'e fatto chiagnere ♪

♪ Lacreme e 'nfamitá ♪

- Alright, alright, alright.
- Very nice. Enough, enough.

You know, I'll make your fuckin' bones.

You're butchering the song. Stop it.

How do I look?

I advise against this.

Why?

Because it clashes with my robe?

Take this issue on,
they'll come after you.

You'll need a police bodyguard.

I don't need anyone
dressed in blue next to me

as long I got God at my side.

God cannot protect you

from a bullet to the back of the head.

Now, can you explain to me
why on Earth you're doing this?

Because our people are
being treated like shit.

Take a woman, let's call her Mildred.

Mildred had a dream last night

that a big, old catfish

jumped right outta the
river onto Eighth Avenue.

This morning she goes
to her dream book...

A-And don't lie. I know
many of you have one.

- And next to "catfish", it says "514."
- _

She places her bet
with a numbers runner,

$1 on 514 straight.

514.

This is our homegrown Negro lottery

and the largest single
employer in Harlem.

With a faith as powerful

as Jesus's walk to Gethsemane,

our Mildred, well, she waits

for the day's number to be announced.

A number that is determined

by the betting tally at the race track.

Ahead in first position.

Running along the outside.

Now swinging around
the clubhouse turn...

- These last three digits
- _

- are published in the newspaper
- _

- and become...
- _

Here's betting total for the day, boss.

- ... the day's number.
- _

A number that most often
results in a lost dollar.

But once in a while,

just as Jesus began
his journey to heaven

from the garden, Mildred begins hers.

And just like Jesus was betrayed

by Judas in the Garden of Gethsemane,

we are betrayed in Harlem.

- Betrayed...
- Amen! Amen!

... by a government and police force

that arrests, fines,
and incarcerates Negroes

while letting the Italian bankers

who make the real
money remain untouched.

- That's right.
- Amen.

Now, I am against numbers
betting in any form.

Amen!

But until the day the numbers

is wiped out in Harlem,

I will fight for the right for the Negro

to have the same chance as an Italian.

Amen!

I will use my Congressional immunity

to enter into the Congressional Record

the name of one Italian
numbers operation each week

that the police do not raid.

Amen!

Amen! Amen!

Hallelujah.

_

♪ We will rise, we will rise ♪

♪ With the fire in our eyes ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

That's good, Teddy. We'll move the mike,

get a little distance, and go again.

He's killing it in there.
It's gonna be a great demo.

We'll get it to some
deejays for some airplay,

start Teddy on some "hops", local clubs,

build word of mouth.

Says here you get publishing
and master rights to the song.

Standard.

Not necessarily.

I heard Sam Cooke
retained his master rights.

Teddy's no Sam Cooke.

He will be.

What the hell do you
know about this industry?

I know when my man's getting ripped off.

Your man?

Sister, you need to get off this kick,

least while he's up and coming.

Negro's writing a song
about fighting whitey,

and he's got Betty Crocker on his side?

World's changing, old man.

You think the sun comes
up just to hear you crow.

Ain't nothing more difficult

than telling a woman her man is gone.

Nobody does it better than Bumpy.

Yeah.

He's had practice.

I know it's hard, but, your mom,

she's gonna take care of you, alright?

Roy was a friend.

I know he'd want you to have this.

It's okay. Hey.

You need anything, come to me, alright?

Talk to me.

Here he comes.

Get that street gang, the Copians,

to protect our runners.

Consolidate all our spots
with 'round-the-clock security.

Bump, the Copians are just kids.

They ain't the muscle we need.

I got the muscle.

Who?

The United States
government, that's who.

Get the fuck out of here, guys.

Oh! Well, thank you, darlin'.

Who's the first?

The first what?

The first Italian numbers banker

you're gonna enter into the
Congressional Record.

Well, how the hell do I know?

You promised the congregation
one Italian a week.

Why is Jack Kennedy playing possum

with my addendum to the
Civil Rights legislation?

Adam, you're evading.

Now, as much as I hate to admit it,

you hit a nerve with that sermon.

And some people put names
in the suggestion box.

You're gonna have to name names.

Well, who'd they put
in the suggestion box?

That's the problem.

No one named any Italians.

Too frightened, I guess.

But a Negro woman got
named several times.

Esther James.

Apparently she delivers bags of cash

between the Italians and the cops.

They call her "The Bag Lady".

Well, what damn good
is that gonna do me?

I'm supposed to be fighting for Negroes,

not ratting them out.

Don't worry, Roy.

I got a call from Bumpy Johnson.

The guineas fucked up
his store over on Lenox,

and he's ready to help.

I don't think Johnson's
the right resource.

He's a criminal.

If I was afraid of rubbing
elbows with criminals,

I wouldn't have become a Congressman.

It sounds so good.

- It did, didn't it?
- It did.

It's happening, Teddy.

Stella.

How long do we have?

As long as my father thinks
you're dead, we're safe.

It's gonna be kinda tough if I get

as famous as Sammy Davis Jr.

Oh, Christ.

This your pimp?

... had experience prior to
going into the penitentiary.

- I'm quite sure of that.
- The only experience

that we can find, Mr. Hoffa,
is experience in armed robbery.

Well, Mr. Hoffa, did you arrange for him

to come to work for Local 332

after he came out of the
penitentiary for armed robbery?

I don't believe, if my
memory serves me right,

that he went to work at 332...

Why would you want to do anything

to draw federal attention?

'Cause I can work with
Adam Clayton Powell.

... uncle, Herman Kierdorf,

he came to work for the Local 332

shortly after he got
out of the penitentiary.

Mr. Kierdorf...

You're gonna offer up names
of Italian numbers men.

Chin's gonna be first.

... Frank Kierdorf...

That's never been your way.

You're not a snitch.

I had to visit four widows today

'cause of that motherfucker.

And Kierdorf was recommended for the...

I wish you'd considered doing that

before you went to Alcatraz.

I would've had you home a lot sooner.

... had experience.

Why, Mr. Hoffa?

Wasn't there another
man that could serve

the position of business
agent for the Local

other than someone who just
came out of the penitentiary?

Fuck 'im.

We needed an experienced organizer...

Go for it.

... in the position.

And there are plenty of men in Flint

capable of handling this job.

Is it a good training to be serving time

in the penitentiary for armed robbery

to serve as a business agent...

Thanks.

- Here you go.
- _

- No problem. Thank you.
- _

- 1 and a 1/2.
- _

_

One. Alright.

828.

_

Good morning, ladies.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Reverend.

You see the headline this morning?

The March on Washington
is set for August 28th.

You're gonna get a boatload
of bets on that number...

8/28.

Same thing happened when
Willie Mays hit .380.

Everybody in Harlem bet 380.

And they all lost.

How is the incomparably
lovely Mrs. Johnson?

She's fine.

I never thought I'd be
fighting for equality

in the numbers business,
but this thing is on fire.

I have an interview at my
office today with Lester Wolff.

Certain of my congregants
tell me that there's a woman,

Esther James.

They say she delivers bags
of cash for the Italians

damn near every day.

I wouldn't play with Esther James.

She's liable to knock
you out. You hear me?

I'm not talking about Esther.

I am talking about the Italians.

Now, you offered to give me names.

Alright, I need you to
take every name I give you,

launch an investigation
into every single one,

make sure that they go out of business

and straight to prison, right?

I'm sure you've heard of
the Congressional hearings

that I'm chairing where
a Mr. Joseph Valachi

has decided to spill
the beans on the Mob.

Well, you will have the
same blanket immunity

that we've given Valachi.

I mean, that snitch will live to be 100.

Us brothers got to look out
for each other, right, daddy-o?

Right.

Now fess up those names.

Well, come on, man.

This is between you and me

and the Congressional Record.

I'm waiting.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

I'm not a snitch, man.

This is not snitching.
This is good business.

If this is good business,
I'd rather be dead.

Bumpy...

what have you done for
the community lately?

I mean, handouts to the poor
aren't community service.

That's just giving back a
little bit of what you stole.

Good day, Reverend Powell.

Every defeat, every heartbreak,

every loss, contains its own seed,

_

its own lesson on how to
improve your performance

next time.

_

I don't know what brought me back here.

I fucked it up last time.

I don't see a path for myself out there.

I hate myself out there.

Who taught you to hate yourself

from the top of your head
to the soles of your feet?

I know you gonna say the white man,

but he ain't responsible.

- Who else?
- My father.

Elise, your father is a complicated man.

All of that payin' people's rent,

puttin' kids into college,
the turkeys on Christmas.

That don't cost nothing
to a man with money.

I've often thought of Bumpy
as a stone with many facets.

Intellect, rage,

pent-up emotion.

You forgot pride.

Pride.

You wanna know the key to my father?

He may be big man in Harlem,

but if he go south of 110th Street,

he just another nigga.

I don't think he can ever get over that.

_

You say you love movies, and
you haven't seen "Cleopatra"?

Elizabeth Taylor's
costumes are gorgeous.

Did you know she made

65 costume changes in that movie?

- 65?
- Yeah.

Well, I'd change 65 times if
I got to fuck Richard Burton.

Did you ever see "The Great Escape"?

I loved that flick.

Steve McQueen did all
that motorcycle stuff.

I should know your name
before I cruise you any harder.

I'm Peter.

Gordon.

Uh, hey, speaking of movies,
did you see "Victim"?

God, I hated that film.

Even the title.

It was another tragic movie

where homosexuals are the victims.

Enough.

We should be like the Negroes.

You know, protest. March and sit-in.

Be seen as real people.

Yeah.

I feel pretty alone sometimes.

I'm talking too much. I do that.

No, no, no, no. Don't apologize.

Can we go somewhere?

You scream, and I'll blow
your fucking face off.

You hear me?

Now, my name is not Peter,

and yours sure as hell ain't Gordon.

Tomorrow morning, I'm
gonna tell your boss

and your boss' boss

what a fucking deviant,
cock-sucking queer you are.

Your marriage, over.

Your job at the race track, gone.

And that's just for starters...

unless you can do me a favor...

Jason.

Hey, my man.

What they get you for?

Fucking a white girl.

Damn.

What about you guys?

We're with the Student Nonviolent
Coordinating Committee.

They arrested us for "loitering"
at the sit-in at Woolworth's.

We'll get bailed out within the hour.

We gonna head right back down there.

Wanna join?

Nah, I'm a musician.

I'm not political.

Change is coming, brother.

You're a Negro man living in America.

You don't have the option
to not be political.

Don't you want to live in a world

where you don't get thrown in
jail for fucking a white girl?

Hmm?

I tried to get other bankers

to take some of our action,

but we can't lay off this
bet, Bumpy, to nobody.

I went to Madam Sables,

Slade, the Brantley Brothers...

Nobody's touching this number.

I hear Chin Gigante's runners

haven't taken this number all day.

His doors are closed to 828.

I don't get what the fuss is all about.

Out of a thousand possibilities,

what are the chances 828 actually hits?

Maintains the lead.

Kelso now approaching third.

At the 16th pole.

Kelso moves up right alongside.

If Chin won't take this bet,
something's going down.

- Maintains the lead.
- _

- Kelso now approaching third.
- _

- At the 16th pole.
- _

- Kelso moves up right alongside.
- _

And that's Kelso in the lead.

- Hospitality moves into fourth.
- _

_

_

- And as we approach the finish line,
- _

- it's Kelso the winner by one length.
- _

Here's the betting
total for the day, boss.

$2,345,828.

The running time per mile is 1:37.

We did it. We fixed the fucking number.

What an exciting finish today!

828. That is victory.

Good work, Ernie.

You know, that proves two things...

Niggers fuck with us,

they rue the day they fucked with us.

And Ernie Nunzi

makes a very good finocchio.

- Maybe too good.
- Alright, watch it.

Hey, we broke Bumpy Johnson's bank.

Now he's gonna need money.

He's gonna seek out a partner.

Who's gonna help that son of a bitch?

That's exactly what we need to find out.

I saw that junkie Izzy betting $10.

That motherfucker never has
two nickels to rub together.

Chin's boys gave him money to bet.

He fixed the whole thing to wipe me out.

I didn't see it coming.

So if it was a fix, we
ain't gotta pay folks off.

That's our problem,
not the folks who bet.

We start with partial payments.

People understand.

25 cents on the dollar,

we'll make full payment
by the end of the day.

Now, how can you promise that?

Look. Nearly 875 people
hit the fucking number.

At 600-1, that totals nearly $300,000.

We ain't got that money.

I'll find it.

- You hit!
- Find him?

- You hit!
- Did you find Teddy?

The number you asked me to get?

828? It hit.

Momma, we rich!

Stella Gigante?

Where the fuck have you been?

I've been asking for someone
for the last nine hours.

Do you have any idea what
my father's gonna do to you?

I didn't see your name on the
booking log till this morning.

Don't worry, this is all gonna go away.

I need to make a phone call.

So, you're a musician, huh?

Whatcha got?

♪ Too many days like this ♪

♪ Too many times to forget ♪

♪ Too tired to back down now ♪

♪ Too tired to watch my mouth ♪

♪ When my hands go up ♪

♪ Oh, they don't fall ♪

♪ Till it all falls down ♪

Mm-hmm!

♪ When my hands go up ♪

♪ Oh, they won't fall ♪

♪ Till it all falls down ♪

Dig it, brother.

That's what I'm talking about.

Right on.

"Did you call anybody?"

I ain't got nobody to call.

Hello? Who's this?

It's Stella Gigante.

Where's Teddy?

He's in jail at the precinct on 116th.

Don't worry. It's...
It's a false arrest.

It's all gonna go away.

But you need to go and bail him out.

Quickly.

Yes. Yes. I'm going.

Why are you calling me?

'Cause we both love him.

And we're the only ones he has.

Stay away from my boy!

Your Muslim Girl Training will serve

as your introduction into the faith.

You'll attend classes
that will bring out

your natural, God-given
skills and talents.

You'll receive instructions

on speech, dress,
hygiene, and etiquette.

Why is it called Muslim Girls Training?

The name "Girls" is used to
connect our submissive nature

to God's will.

It's a word of honor.

I see you're in good
hands, Sister Elise.

Sister Marny is one

of our finest and
most respected sisters.

Thank you, Minister Malcolm.

Absolutely.

So, how are you?

It's all new to me.

I'm trying to learn.

The theme of the Nation
is "know thyself".

It is the pathway to
becoming whole again.

As-salamu alaykum, Sister Elise.

Sister Marny.

You're not the first.

The first?

The first to be swept away by him.

Flirting will get you nowhere.

I wasn't flirting.

Malcolm is a friend of my father's.

Don't be lured.

He's just a man.

What are you doing here?

You're lucky it was me

who took the sergeant's
call at the club.

He said you got arrested

with a young Negro named Teddy Greene.

I won't tell your father
'cause it'll break his heart.

You're not gonna tell my father,

and you're not gonna touch Teddy.

'Cause if there is one
thing my father would hate

even more than me fucking Teddy

it's that you fucked up
and killed the wrong guy.

You got it?

Well, it's good to see you, Lester.

- Good to see you, too, Reverend.
- Welcome to Harlem.

- How are you?
- I'm doing really well, thank you.

- Good, good, good.
- High time you made it up here.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, you know, I was all set

to talk about your European
trip with Miss Ohio.

- Oh, Miss Ohio. Very nice girl.
- ... then you changed the dialogue.

Well, if you don't set the tone
of the conversation, Lester,

- it sets you.
- Oh.

That's what American
politics is all about.

One incendiary comment
sets the press all atwitter.

And then you enact your real agenda

while they gab like
schoolgirls on sorority Sunday.

You know, next time
you're in Sag Harbor,

you'll have to spend
some time on my boat.

I'll teach you how to water ski.

Water ski? Don't you
know Negroes can't swim?

- Okay, you ready to go?
- I'm ready when you are.

And in three, two, one.

Hello. I'm Lester Wolff and
this is "Wolff At Large".

Today, I'm at the Harlem
congressional office

of Congressmen and Reverend
Adam Clayton Powell Jr.

Good day, Reverend.

Hello, Lester!

Now, recently, Reverend Powell,

you made headlines with your assertion

that the Italian Mob controls

the illegal numbers
operations in Harlem.

It's more than an assertion.

It's a stone cold fact!

And, it's your belief
that Negroes are arrested

and incarcerated at a far greater rate

than the men who control
the gambling operation.

If you don't believe me,
check the police logs.

In the last three days,

more than 100 Negro numbers runners

have been arrested.

Not a single white Italian.

Who are these Italians?

At the appropriate time,
my team will lay bare

those names to the American people.

You offered to enter the
name of an Italian banker

into the Congressional
Record every week,

but, thus far, none have been entered.

We continue to gather information.

Without specific names,
it appears you're

stirring the pot so reporters will gab

like schoolgirls on sorority Sunday.

I have names.

Who?

- I'm not at liberty...
- Not a single one?

Not one single name to
convince this reporter

that this story merits attention?

In fact,

through my very well-placed sources,

we've identified a woman...
a Negro woman, actually...

who is the key go-between,

the bag-lady, if you will,

for the Italian Mob.

Her name

is Esther James.

I hope you don't mind
I'm havin' a martini.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Have a seat, honey. Make
yourself comfortable.

Ahem.

So,

$312,000.

Mm.

You're in quite a pickle.

Pay you back with interest.

Six months, at the most.

I trust you.

I'll get my checkbook,
change out of this dress.

You make yourself at home.

Take off your shoes.

Or more.

Damn.

Fuck!

♪ But when you need ♪

♪ Someone to ♪

Did you get the money?

♪ Love ♪

No.

♪ Don't go to strangers ♪

It's not like you haven't
fucked her before.

♪ Darlin' ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ To me-e-e-e-e ♪

There were so many centuries where

we didn't own our own bodies.

- Someone else owned 'em.
- ♪ Play with fire ♪

- Maybe that's why it seems easy
- ♪ 'Til your fingers burn ♪

to give it away.

♪ And when there's no ♪

♪ Pla-a-a-a-a-ce for you ♪

So, no,

♪ To turn ♪

I couldn't do it.

♪ Don't go to strangers ♪

♪ Darlin' ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ To me ♪

♪ For when you hear a call-ll-ll-ll-ll ♪

♪ To follow your hea-ea-ea-ea-ea-rt ♪

♪ You follow your hea-ea-ea-rt ♪

- ♪ I know ♪
- I love you.

I love you, too.

♪ I've been through it all ♪

- What are you going to do?
- ♪ And I'm an old hand ♪

♪ And I'll understand ♪

♪ If you go ♪

♪ So ♪

♪ Make your mark ♪

I need to ask you for a loan, Frank.

I'm sorry, Bumpy,

but I can't give you the money.

The Feds are watching every move I make.

They're everywhere but up my ass.

Understood.

Yeah.

Castling so soon?

Don't try to fuck with my head.

All I've got is my rep, Frank.

If, uh, I don't pay my bettors off

by tomorrow,

my rep is gone.

You crossed the line

when you broke in to his social club.

Mayme, how is it possible

that, every time I see you,

you look even more beautiful

than the last time?

Thank you, Frank.

It's always nice to have you over.

I'll leave you gentlemen to your match.

I helped shut down that
ruckus at Fidler's store

in return for Chin granting me the right

to get heroin from Italian sources.

But, this guy,

he's still threatenin'

to kill anybody who sells to me.

Yeah, that's Chin's way.

He's threatening Bonanno now.

Bonanno's thinking
about moving into Harlem?

Yeah.

Bonanno's gonna have to pay Chin a tax

and Bonanno doesn't like it.

Messed up your pawn structure here.

Long time.

Yeah.

When Lucky passed away last year,

I went to Naples for the funeral.

Lucky's dead.

Vito Genovese is in jail for life.

It's a whole new world out there.

You know, Lucky told me

that you're a stand-up guy,

so that's why I'm here.

I'll get straight to the point.

I hear

that you gotta sell your dope in Harlem

through Chin.

It's his territory.

I can sell more dope than him.

I got connections with Negroes

up and down the East Coast,

from Florida to Detroit.

Chin'll go to war over that.

The Families don't want a war.

If he starts it, they'll side with you.

It's too risky.

You were an innovator,
like Lucky Luciano.

Established the dope pipeline

from Marseille to New York.

I mean, Chin?

He's just Vito's driver, for God's sake.

What do you propose?

I can move your junk for $28,000 a kilo.

No taxes.

Only profit.

That's two grand over market value.

Now, why are you being so generous?

You and Lucky,

never miss a... a trick.

Alright.

I'm in a jam.

I need $300,000 cash in advance

with the product.

But I agree to 12-point
interest, per week,

and that's two points better

than what they're
doin' out on the street.

To a new world.

To a new world.

Don't fuck me.

Let's get outta here.

If it's alright...

There you go, baby.

We'll find out.

Alright.

Everybody gets paid.

You heard Bumpy. Everybody get paid,

down to the last person.

Vincent Gigante's here.

Yeah?

Heh.

Go ahead.

Put your guns down.

It's alright.

I don't got shit to say to you.

It's funny, isn't it?

We're both protected by the Families.

I can't kill you; you can't kill me.

That makes things very interesting.

What the fuck do you want?

I'm goin' in my pocket here.

Goin' in my pocket.

I came to collect.

Looks like I hit the number straight on.

Looks like you did.

Yeah, and I heard you
don't welsh your payouts.

I don't.

You know, you killed Zambrano.

You covered it to the Families.

Course, you sell your dope

on my territory; you don't pay me taxes.

And you put a stop to the...

the fix in the Clay fight, didn't you?

All that must give
ya a lotta confidence.

Huh? Keeps you busy, lookin' down on me.

You're so busy,

you couldn't see that I'm above you.

I don't know where you got the money

to meet your obligations, but,

I respect that.

Does raise a question.

Who in the world

would loan money

to a broke nigger?

Who?

I got names that keep
goin' around in my brain,

but only one comes to mind:

Joe Bonanno,

who refuses to pay me taxes

for the dope he wants to sell.

I think that you found out about that.

I think you met him

and I think you arranged a dope deal.

Well, guess what, Johnson?

I got there first.

All those kilos

that he was gonna advance you

are now in my possession.

Let that sink in.

So you owe him whatever
he was gonna front you

for your numbers crisis

and a shitload of fuckin' kilos of dope.

That's me above you!

You know, I heard your friend

Malcolm X on the radio.

He was talkin' about pride.

Black pride.

Pride's a funny thing.

You know, it can mean dignity.

It can mean self-respect.

It can mean...

those feelings that you get

toward things that are most dear to you.

I hope she was worth it.

Or,

it can mean what the Bible says.

Pride goes before destruction,

and a haughty spirit before a fall.

Come to church on Sunday, now.

How you doing, dear lady?

What's your name?

My name is Esther James.

- Oof!
- Ooh!

If I was you,

I would keep that haughty spirit

under control, Johnson.

Because that's me above you!

Get the fuckin' door.

Let 'im out.

Let 'im go.

Me!

Above you!

Me!

Above you!

Fuck that!

Me above you!

Me!

Above you!

Fuck.

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