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- ♪ When my hands go up ♪
- Stella Gigante?

♪ Oh, they won't fall ♪

♪ Till it all falls down ♪

You're not gonna tell my father.

'Cause if there is one
thing my father would hate

even more than me fucking Teddy

is that you fucked up
and killed the wrong guy.

I will use my Congressional immunity

to enter into the Congressional record

the name of one Italian
numbers operation each week.

You move all your stuff
through my capos, $22,000 a key.

I sell mine for $26,000.

You're taxing me 4 grand a key?

I don't know what brought me back here.

I fucked it up last time.

Stumbling isn't falling.

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.

I'm not a snitch, man.

This is not snitching.
This is good business.

Moses didn't say "turn the other cheek".

Moses taught those slaves

how to defend themselves
against their enemy.

I have a beef I want to
bring to your attention.

- What's your name?
- Alejandro Villabuena.

- I have names.
- Who?

Her name...

... is Esther James.

I need $300,000 cash in
advance with the product.

- To a new world.
- To a new world.

Names keep going around in my brain,

but only one comes to mind.

Joe Bonanno, who's
objecting to pay me taxes.

All those kilos that
he was gonna advance you

are now in my possession.

May we have order
in the chamber, please?

Can we come to order?

Can you state your name?

Joseph Valachi.

And when were you born?

In 1904, September 22.

- And where?
- In New York City.

I would like to ask,

are you a member of
any special organization

whose primary business
is to pursue crime

and protect those of its
members who do commit crime?

I am.

What is the name?

Cosa Nostra.

That is in Italian?

It means "Our Thing".

Let me state for the record

that Mr. Valachi is the first man

with knowledge of the
racketeering hierarchy

ever to break the
underworld's code of silence.

His information will bring the picture

of organized crime in
America into sharper focus.

And the picture is an ugly one.

It is a private government of crime

with an annual income in billions,

resting on a base of human
suffering and moral corrosion.

Mr. Valachi, as strange as it may seem,

you are doing your
country a great service.

He's a motherfuckin' snitch.

Would you tell us why
you decided to cooperate

with the Department of
Justice and this Committee?

Well, the answer to that is very simple.

To destroy them.

Destroy who?

The Cosa Nostra Leaders, the Bosses.

I remember when Vito pricked
his finger with a needle.

You, uh, want to destroy
the whole syndicate?

- He was supposed to be my brother.
- That is right.

Yes, sir.

And why do you feel like
it should be destroyed?

The Bosses have been
very bad to the soldiers.

I've stolen for them.
I've killed for them.

I've broken God's commandments for them,

and what do I get out of it?

Nothing but misery.

A Genovese soldier is a rat?

- Is it safe to assume that these...
- Must run in the family.

... Bosses would be unhappy
with your testimony here today?

What I'm tellin' you,

what I'm exposing to you,

to the press, to everybody,

this is my doom.

So you were scared

that the Genovese crime
family would whack you

after you were convicted
of narcotics violations

- and saw no other way out
- Somebody lower that fucking thing

- than to testify here today?
- before I shoot it.

If we wanted a talking horse,

we coulda watched "Mr. Ed".

All right, let's get to
why we're really all here.

The Families are very concerned
about the situation in Harlem.

Not what they're concerned about.

We talked about it a million
frickin' times, all right?

We made an agreement

that he could sell his
dope in my territory

as long as he paid
my tax for every kilo.

And then this greedy fuckin' bastard,

he goes behind my back, and
he sells supply to Johnson.

How many times do I gotta
fuckin' talk about it?

After the riot at Fidler's,

I was given permission to buy
junk from any Italian source.

I chose Bonanno.

But Bonanno had to pay a tax to Chin.

But that's not my problem.

All right, so I got my hand
caught in the cookie jar, okay?

It doesn't mean that Chin
can whack two of my men

and steal my junk.

Sure it does. You broke the agreement.

Joe...

... you gotta take the loss.

Okay.

But what about the 300 large in cash

that I gave Bumpy in advance?

Which I intended to pay back once
I got the profits from the junk.

Yeah, Bumpy, a debt is a debt.

You owe him 300 large.

I need some time to pay him back.

I want my money now.

Alright, there may be another way,

if Joe is agreeable,
to settle this debt.

What's that?

You whack Joe Valachi.

I stayed single as long as I could

because I knew my own
weaknesses and shortcomings.

I felt that marriage would
blunt my effectiveness.

I just couldn't see where

I could devote the time to a Sister

that is demanded by the woman of today.

I ducked, dodged, twisted.

I turned and ran from
marriage as long as I could.

I once told you

that man does not hunt
wild game into thick brush

and not get his hunting suit torn

or his flesh scratched.

Yeah, only Allah has saved me

from being scratched
and wounded unto death.

When Betty was in Chicago,

she spoke of your frequent absences.

I wasn't aware Betty came to see you.

Brother, you were slow to get married

because I made you see

the great responsibility to
a Sister after marrying her.

I admit, she gets furious

when she can't exercise
her will over mine

and resorts to pouting,
crying, and every other tactic.

Tactics?

Or appropriate punishment
for your lack of humility?

I read The New York Times article

about your successful
rehabilitation program.

Yes, we, uh, send former addicts

out fishing for other addicts.

On that point, minister,
word has come to me

that you are associating
with a known dope peddler

by the name of Bumpy Johnson.

Oh, yes, he's an old friend.

A mentor, really.

In fact, he helped set
me on the path to you.

Amazing, the stepping
stones that lead us to Allah.

Indeed.

And yet...

here you are

representing our faith
on the national stage.

Surely you know I...
I use those appearances

to tout your beneficent guidance
and the glories of Islam.

Of course.

But association with a man who
puts poison onto our streets

doesn't square with your work here.

With all due respect,

the Nation is built on
men like Bumpy Johnson.

Men who are driven to criminality

only because of lack of opportunity.

The Nation is built on our teachings.

If the gangster can be
made politically conscious,

Islam can sweep through
every ghetto in this country.

If the Nation dabbles
in militant politics,

it will draw more attention
from the government

and damage our cause.

What is our cause?

Is it to continuously
talk about the struggle

or actually fight the fight?

As for Bumpy...

... his daughter is right over there.

If your teachings can inspire her,

perhaps they can inspire him, as well.

You're alright. You're okay.

Oh, who's up?

How come you never told me
Stella spent the night in jail?

What?

I was with this cop,
Rourke, from the 27th.

He happened to mention that
Stella Gigante and a colored guy

got picked up three weeks ago.

I know nothing about that.

One of Rourke's guys, a
Sergeant Keenan, I believe,

he recognized her name,
and he called on you.

Since this Sergeant Keenan knew

that you were an associate of ours.

I don't know any fucking Keenan.

Ah, so, you had no idea

that Stella was in
jail with this mooley?

So you're saying that this
Sergeant Keenan's lying?

What, you gonna believe
a fuckin' copper over me?

Ernie...

I know how bad you
want to make your bones.

And I will say that my decision

on whether or not to propose you

for this membership to
this thing of ours here,

it rests on my ability
to trust you always

and everything that you say.

So I'm asking you, as your
capo, to tell the truth.

Tell the fucking truth.

Remember when you had
me take Stella out,

see if she was still dating
that mooley boyfriend?

I took her down to the Village
where those Negro musicians play

for the, like, bohemian
crowd or whatever.

And I see her talking to this Negro,

and I figured it was her boyfriend,

and I-I popped him, like you told me.

Later, Keenan calls me and
tells me she's been arrested

with this fucking Teddy Greene.

That's her boyfriend.

He's still alive.

Well, because of your
honesty and your...

your trueness,

I will not lay a hand on you.

I mean, you made an honest mistake.

You killed the wrong guy.

I'm sorry.

I'm so fucking sorry.

No-Nothing like that
will ever happen again.

No, it won't.

Aah!

Alright, stop.

Stop!

Ho! Stop.

You wanna be a made man?

Kill him, fast.

You gotta be kidding me, man.

Kill Joe Valachi? That's crazy.

I mean, he's being
guarded by U.S. Marshals

looking out for a hit.

Bonanno will wipe my debt clear if I do.

Hey, how you doin' today?

Bumpy, come on.

Maybe there's a better way

to take care of your debt with Bonanno,

like a lay-a-way plan? Do that.

The Feds have Valachi under
guard in Sunnyside, Queens, man.

I thought he was testifying in D.C.

They fly him down to D.C.
and then back again at night.

My taxpayer dollars to fly a snitch?

Exactly, man.

That shit better not be
First Class. That's fucked up.

Sunnyside, Queens, it's a Latin barrio.

That's why I called you, man.

It's a good place to hide, I guess.

Guineas are kind of half-Latin,
anyway, so Sorta-Rican.

I need your help, Guapo.

I need your help on this one.

We'll eat when your Daddy gets home.

This is the third time
you've told me that, mama.

I'm home!

Do I smell cornbread?

Why didn't you call?

You said you were gonna call.

Hey.

Told you I'd be alright.
Told you I'd be fine.

It's just, I wouldn't
put anything past them.

Look, if they put me in cement shoes,

then they wouldn't get their money back.

How you gonna settle up with Bonanno?

Don't worry about it.

- What do they want?
- I got it covered.

It's... it's just fine, alright?

So you'll talk to them,
but you won't talk to me?

You know what? I'm hungry.

Could you put the fuckin'
cornbread on the table, please?

Mmmm-hmmmm.

Mm.

Hmm, hmm, mwah.

What you reading?

"Charlotte's Web".

- You like it?
- It made me cry.

Why?

Charlotte gave up her
life for Wilbur the Pig.

She's loyal.

That's the most important
thing in life, loyalty.

You stay loyal.

It's a good book.

Hey, yo, could I take
that baby for a spin?

- Ohh!
- Yo, man.

_

Where does your mom
think you got the money

for the new apartment?

Prostitution.

I told her that Bobby
gave me an advance.

I wish he had.

I spent every dime I have
to get you guys a new place.

Hey, Teddy.

Hmm?

Maybe we could hitchhike to California.

We need to get outta here.

Us hitchhiking?

Yeah.

I mean, that's almost as
dangerous as staying here.

And what we gonna do when we get there?

I mean, sleep on the streets?

Hmm?

Ernie's gonna try to kill you.

I know it.

I don't think you can play at Minton's.

I mean, you heard what Bobby said.

I need to be playing at the local joints

if I want any chance of getting airplay

when my record comes out.

I'm playing at Minton's,
and you ain't coming.

Why not?

'Cause if that motherfucker's
coming for me,

I don't want you anywhere near.

I love you for that, but
you don't know this guy.

I don't need you to protect me, Stella.

I'm the one who is supposed
to be protecting you.

This Hearing is now in session.

Uh, Mr. Valachi, you have testified

as to the existence

of five separate, uh,
yet distinct Families

who are involved in organized
crime in New York City.

That's right.

To which of these Families
did you owe your allegiance?

The Genovese family, Congressman.

Headed by Vito Genovese,

currently serving a life sentence

in the Atlanta Penitentiary.

He wanted me dead when I got, uh,

pinched on that narcotics beef.

That's why I'm sitting here right now.

As Don Vito sits in jail,
who is the acting boss?

Mr. Valachi, need I remind you
that you're under Federal oath?

He, um...

started out as Vito's driver.

He was loyal.

So when Vito Genovese
was sent away for life,

he made this man acting boss.

Everyone figured it was so
that Vito could control this man

to run the family from prison,
but, uh, Vito was wrong.

This man,

he's smarter than Vito, more ruthless.

His name...

His name is Vincent Gigante.

Fuck.

Who are you?

Special Agent David Preston,
Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Bullshit.

Check the I.D., ma'am.

So Hoover's lettin' you
people in now, too, huh?

What's next? Chinks?

I'm looking for Vincent
Gigante at this address.

Is Mr. Gigante at home?

No, not here.

Shower's running.

Yeah, I was just about to jump in.

So you left the water running
to come answer the door?

Okay, what the fuck do you want?

I'm here to serve Mr. Gigante a subpoena

to testify in the Valachi
hearings in Washington, D.C.

I have every right to do so

under U.S. Criminal Statute 1405-15C.

Now step aside, ma'am.

Take your shoes off, first.

Excuse me?

God knows where those shoes have been.

Take them off.

You can't just go barging
in on him, Mr. Preston.

- I am telling you.
- Out of my way, ma'am.

Please, I'm tell... I'm
trying to tell you something.

I'm trying to tell you
that my husband is not well,

and he has not been
well for a long time.

He's sick in his head.

There's something
wrong with him up here.

I looked it up in the library.

It's called schizo-something.

I don't know, but I'm trying to tell you

that my husband suffers
from being a schizo.

Let me do my job.

Oh, listen to me. Please, listen.

You can't go in there.

That's what I'm trying
to say, Mr. Preston.

Not to do what you...

Come on.

Get your gloves on.

You got a hat?

You got a hat?

Come on, you're gonna get wet.

Come on. Come on.

I tried to tell you.

They are definitely
holding Valachi in this motel.

My guy Lucito in the neighborhood

say he sees cars coming
out 5:00 in the morning

then coming back late at night.

Did he say how many men?

Six, maybe eight.

They might have spotters
in the neighborhood, too.

There's a reason why they call
them Federal Protection.

What's wrong?

You don't got stomach for this?

I didn't keep my eyes on
your family for 11 years

to see you get all shot up by the Feds.

You been one of my most loyal
friends for 30-odd years.

I would never ask you to do something

that you don't feel comfortable with.

Nah, I'm good.

I made my peace with God.

I'm ready to go.

Pessimism leads to weakness.

Optimism to power.

Ooh, I love it when you get
all philosophical and shit.

It's gonna be tough,
but I think I can do it.

This is my debt. It's on me.

No disrespect, Bumpy,
but this is what I do.

I'm younger, faster, and prettier.

Maybe two out of three.

- Mm-hmm.
- Come on, Bump.

This motherfucker got
a Silver Star in Korea.

Let him do it.

But you are prettier.

You heard him, right?

Alright, man.

Minister Malcolm tells me

that you are new to the Sisterhood.

I am, Dear Holy Apostle.

He also tells me that your
father is Bumpy Johnson.

I don't have contact with him
no more. Never did, really.

I'm not trying to put
you on the spot, my dear.

But he has given you keen insight.

You know Satan when you see Him.

Her work actually allows her

to fight the battle of addiction

on the front lines she knows so well.

Wonderful.

But it's possible

I have an even more
interesting job for the Sister.

Can she be freed to come
to my hotel this evening?

Of course, Dear Holy Apostle.

It's scandalous.

Esther James is a
no-account Mafia bag lady.

All I did was tell the truth.

Because you made the
statements on television,

it's a libel suit, not simply slander.

Aw, hey, Dickie.

Hey, man. Koufax pitched
another good one, huh?

He sure did.

She wants an apology on
nationwide television.

If you apologize, she
loses her right to sue.

That bitch slapped me.

I'll be long in my grave before
I apologize to that woman.

Praise the Lord, Reverend.

Sister Janice, praise the Lord.

Loving that white hat today.

You know, it's the guineas.

Those motherfuckers
are using Esther James

to punish me for the Valachi hearings

and my stance on the Harlem numbers.

If she wins this suit,
she could bankrupt you.

Adam, apologize.

It's that... son of
a bitch Bumpy Johnson,

yeah, suddenly getting
all high and mighty

the minute I asked him to give
up a couple of guinea names.

I am gonna make it my mission in life

to grind that Geechee rice
picker back into the dust.

What are we gonna do about Esther?

Get me on a call with Frank Costello.

How am I supposed to do that?

Bumpy Johnson was your
connection to Costello.

I found another one.

Costello and I have the same lawyer.

Hey, my man.

You got the bread?

Uh, yeah, here.

This a good one?

It works.

Okay.

Well, thank you for
speaking to me on the phone,

uh, Mr. Costello.

I understand that we're both members

of the Manhattan
Health and Racquet Club.

No, they're not comfortable
with Italian members anymore.

What?

I have heard tell of a wave
of anti-Italian sentiment

as a result of these Valachi hearings,

and I will tell you

that the vast bulk of my
Italian-American brothers

are fine, upstanding citizens

with no connection
whatsoever to organized crime.

How can I help you?

Well, it has come to my attention

that this lawsuit against
me by one Esther James

is financed by a consortium
of, shall we say, uh,

people who have been
aggrieved by my sermon

about the numbers business in Harlem.

Mm-hmm.

I took a stand for my constituents.

You took a stand to get headlines

in the newspaper for yourself.

And now you're busting Valachi's balls.

No, I-I would hardly
call it busting his balls.

You want to make Esther James go away?

I do.

- Go easy on Valachi.
- Easy?

Don't ask Valachi for any more names,

and Esther James goes away.

Wait... Hello?

I'm glad they kicked your
ass out of the racquet club!

Now you know what it feels like
to be a second-class citizen,

you greaseball dago wop!

Fucker.

Delta, this is Echo response truck.

We got Songbird moving into position.

We have the all clear?

Echo, this is delta.

Yes, all clear.

Alright, make sure
the perimeter's clear.

Let's go.

Perimeter's secure.

All clear.

Songbird's ready to go.

Move it, guys.

Yo, Six!

You heard me. That's right.

I'm talking to you, motherfucker.

Fuck you, nigga.

I've been trying to
motherfucking call you,

- and you ain't even fucking picking up the phone.
- For what?

- You were with my woman.
- Hell, no.

You was with my old lady.

Man, ain't nobody want
your fucking old lady.

I saw you on 46th with the bitch, man.

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

Fuck you!

Hey!

Fuck you.

I'm talking to you.

- Yo.
- What?

- You were with my woman.
- Hell, no.

You was with my old lady.

Man, ain't nobody want
your fucking old lady.

- I saw you on 46th with the bitch, man.
- What?

- Were you with my old lady?
- Hell, no.

- You was.
- Songbird has landed.

Charlie, what's happening over there?

I saw you on 46th!

- I'm gonna kill your motherfucking ass.
- Fuck you.

Hey! Hey! Break it up!

Break it up!

- Man, get off me!
- Fuck you, nigga!

Get off me!

Break it up!

Lima, what's your position?

Man, I wasn't with your old lady!

Yes, you was, motherfucker!

- I saw you on 46th!
- Fuck you!

Break it up! Come on!

Get off me!

Hey, break it up!

- Get off me, ni...
- Fuck you!

- Come on!
- I'ma kill your...

Hey! Get off me!

I don't care about your gun!

Lima, this is Echo. I
repeat, what's your 20?

God, he punched me in the nose.

Fuck!

Yo, what the fuck?

Fuck! Fuck.

Alpha, Bravo, this is Echo.

I need eyes on Lima.

Alpha, Bravo, this is Echo.

I repeat, we need eyes on Lima.

Shit.

It was the wrong apartment.

- What?
- You said 206.

No Valachi, just some cat
getting his corn ground.

The fucking paper says 208.

Guapo, what the fuck,
man? What the fuck?

Yo, man, my eyesight.

I thought the fucking eight was a six.

- Yo, did you get him?
- It's blown.

- Aww, shit.
- Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here.
Let's go. Let's go.

Go.

Bro, I'm sorry.

Don't be nervous.

It's an honor to be in your presence.

I believe you can provide a
great service for the Nation.

I'm just in training, Dear Holy Apostle.

I have so far to go.

No, it's good that you are new.

It's also good

that you come as the
child of Malcolm's friend.

There are many in the
Chicago secretariat

who fear he covets my
position after I'm dead.

Messenger, I've heard
him speak about you

with humble respect many times.

I didn't say I agreed
with those in Chicago.

They're just fearful of
losing their royal privileges.

My concern is, his militant
politics are at odds

with the core philosophy
of our organization,

which is to convert the Negro
to Islam, not the picket line.

And what service can I provide?

If you accept, I'd like
you to be my eyes and ears

within the walls of Mosque Number Seven.

I want to know what
Malcolm is saying, doing,

and even thinking at all times.

So, how's the Higher
Education Bill comin'?

Jack Kennedy wants 24
separate provisions,

which offers some Dixiecrat
24 chances to water it down.

I want it all in a single
bill with a bow on top.

Well, this Dixiecrat could
see supporting you on that.

Oh, would you make sure you
get those bags under my eyes?

In return for what?

With a million people
watching this hearing,

don't you think you were a little rough?

Rough on who?

- The Italian.
- Senator, please.

Valachi has implicated himself
in over 30 killings in New York.

I hardly think that deserves puffballs.

I would look at the bigger picture

rather than grilling
him about specific names.

So basically what you're
saying is, don't bust his balls.

Exactly.

Mr. Valachi,

have you ever traveled
in the United States?

I been to Arkansas once.

Ahh.

Arkansas, the great state
of my senatorial colleague.

You weren't in Arkansas in
commission of a crime, I assume,

as Arkansas is a very safe place.

Took my wife to the hot springs.

How rejuvenating.

Have you ever taken
your wife to Kansas City?

- Not that I recall.
- How about Des Moines?

Where is that, Congressman?

That is in Iowa.

I never even heard of the place.

Yesterday, you spoke of
a Mr. Vincent Gigante.

This apparent criminal mastermind,

when served with a subpoena, was deemed

by the Federal Bureau of Investigation

to suffer mental-health issues

that preclude his testimony here today.

Can you please tell this committee

the name of another person

who can further our knowledge
of the Five Families?

Well, sir...

If not, may I remind you that
you could lose your immunity

which has been granted
for your testimony?

Mr. Valachi, please answer the question.

Mr. Valachi, please answer the question.

There's, uh... there's another man.

An inside man.

He's not Cosa Nostra.
He's not one of ours.

But he is a man who's had relationships

with all Five Families
for over 30 years.

This inside man knows
where the bodies are buried.

What is the name of this inside man?

I'll have to consult with my lawyer

before I mention his name.

Ladies and gentlemen,

members of Congress and the Senate,

this hearing will adjourn
for a period of 15 minutes.

I came here to tell you, face to face,

that obviously that fucking
snitch, Valachi, got away.

And now he's untouchable.
Got him at a military base.

I won't be able to get to him.

You still owe me 300 large.

Come on, man. You know I'm good for it.

Fuck you. That's not
the way I do business.

- Just give me a couple of weeks, man.
- I'm not giving you

- a couple of minutes, Bumpy.
- This is bullshit, Frank.

I got a solution.

I know the inside man.

How?

Well, I got my own Federal stoolies.

Why should we believe you?

The Feds think you're a mental case.

Better a nutjob in Bellevue
than a rat in Washington.

Okay, big shot. Who is he?

Alejandro Villabuena.

- A spic?
- Yeah.

Goes by the name of Guapo Boricua.

Okay.

Then that's the guy you got to whack.

We're about to close.

I'll be quick.

Can you suggest any good Negro music?

The hep cats tell me
you know what's swingin'.

Come back tomorrow, man.

I'm looking for this
one particular artist.

His name's Teddy Greene.

You know where I can find him?

I didn't want to tell you
'cause I knew what you'd say.

In return for canceling my debt,

I was supposed to take
care of Joe Valachi.

Come on.

You're pulling my leg.

Now they fucking want me to take care...

of Guapo.

They have some kind of information

that he's gonna testify at
the hearing and bury everyone.

Guapo would never go with the Feds.

Betrayal never comes from your enemies.

You always know where they stand.

Guapo was there for me the
whole time you were away.

He was there for Margaret.

He was.

You did an extra seven years in prison

out of respect for
their code of loyalty.

You follow that goddamn
code better than they do.

I got my own code. I
don't care about them.

There is a word for loyalty
that only goes in one direction.

Stupidity.

Brother Minister.

Sister Elise.

I was just writing a letter to Betty.

How was your meeting with
the Dear Holy Apostle?

It was... interesting.

I assumed he wanted to know

if you'd go work with him in Chicago?

I'm gonna stay here and continue
to work with the addicts.

My allegiance is here, with you.

I'm happy to hear that.

Have a good night, Sister.

♪ Too tired to watch my mouth ♪

♪ When my hands go up ♪

♪ Oh, they don't fall ♪

♪ Till it all falls down ♪

♪ All falls down ♪

♪ All falls down ♪

♪ How long till I feel it ♪

♪ How long till I get it healin' ♪

♪ How long do I keep holdin' on ♪

♪ I had it here up to the ceiling ♪

♪ When my hands go up ♪

♪ Oh, they don't fall ♪

♪ Till it all falls down ♪

♪ All falls down ♪

♪ They don't fall ♪

♪ Till it all falls down ♪

♪ All falls down ♪

♪ All falls down ♪

♪ All falls down ♪

Stella, you gotta fucking move.

You can't... you can't do this.

It's him or me!

Or me.

You'll be killin' me, too, if you do it.

Your father ain't gonna
rest until he's dead.

Bumpy!

Hey!

It's past your bedtime, man.

What brings you out?

Jorge, get my man a ginger ale.

Dale. Come on.

Mm.

Salud, papa.

Yeah.

- To you.
- Mm-hmm.

Did you watch those
Valachi hearings today?

I don't watch that bullshit.

It's all a circus to get people to think

that the government's fighting crime.

Fuck that.

Valachi talked about

an inside man who wasn't in the family,

but was working with them for 30 years.

It... it could only be me...

or it could be you.

Ooh, wow.

Hmm.

The Feds.

They're gonna charge me
with narcotics, gambling,

prostitution, a murder or two.

Them motherfuckers have my
shit jammed up pretty good.

So what'd you give them?

Look, what I said don't mean
shit till I testify under oath,

and I didn't... I didn't... I
didn't say anything about you.

Nada, nothing.

I'm talking about the guineas.

Who'd you give up of the guineas?

Oh, the whole fucking bunch.

Costello, Bonanno, Chin,
Profaci, all those guys.

That makes my life a lot simpler.

And you know that... that
debt that you owe Bonanno?

He ain't gonna need that fucking money

in the Federal Pen, you know?

Mnh-mnh.

I don't know, man.

I mean, the thought of me

going to jail for the rest of my life?

No, no.

They gave you immunity.

Blanket immunity.

That's good for you, man. Good for you.

You know, back in the old
day when you snitched, man,

that was a black mark on your soul.

It's not like that, Bump.

Today, it's like every man for himself.

You know what I'm saying?

Look, I would never sell you out.

I would never do that to you, Bump.

You gave us the wrong address
when we were going to Sunnyside

'cause you knew you
were gonna cut a deal.

You could have got my men killed.

What the fuck, man?

You're right.

It's different.

Damn.

Hey, Ernie.

How you doing, Sister?

What's going on, brother?

Johnson.

You fucked me badly

when you promised to give up
guinea names, and you didn't.

Leave me alone, man.

Just give me a moment.

You probably already know,

but an inside man was
exposed by Valachi today.

I've just been briefed on who it is.

That so?

An old friend of yours and a
distant acquaintance of mine...

... Alejandro Villabuena,
better known as Guapo Boricua.

Guapo is a snitch?

Oh, he laid you out, brother,

to save his own skin,

everything you've done since Alcatraz.

He'll have to appear at
the hearings, of course,

but his testimony will put you
away for the rest of your life.

And the Federal Marshals
are out looking for him now.

Why you telling me this?

Because...

that's what you get

when you fuck with
Adam Clayton Powell Jr.

We'll see you now.

Church on Sunday.

Okay?

I need your help.