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Heroin hasmade Harlem a gold mine,

and now they're all itchingto get a piece of that pie.

Harlem is mine.

Times have changed. I haven't.

Chin likes to play the dumb bruiser

so the guineas from the other families underestimate him.

You don't want to go to warwith Bonanno.

I ain't sharing Harlem.

We could see the value in it.

Joey fucking Bananas couldn't.

This girl don't understand you. She don't love you.

You so caught up in this white girl

you can't even seewhat it is she doing to you.

This is our chance to show Bobby Robinson my stuff.

You cango on ahead now, boy. If this is what you want from me, then I just can't.

You running around with another man to keep your daddy happy.

I'm just wondering why you're keeping me around. Because I love you.

You love me, or you just love fucking a nigger?

Well, I can't thank you enough for pushing through

the Harlem Youth Opportunities Act.

I've got the boxer Doug Jones' support.

He's going to donate his gloves

after his fight with Cassius Clay.

That buildingwhere Fidler's store is,

I want Malcolm X and his people out of there.

I don't want it to get damaged.

Mayme told me about Fidler's. Got it rebuilt up in '57.

Makes a guy wonder what else might be in there.

A Christian man will always tell you

to turn the other cheek.

But my faith tells me that's how a man gets beat.

I want to buy heroin from the guineas.

Key for 27,000.

Chin's gonna keep coming at me no matter what the family said.

Chin has a rightto protect his territory.

You and me are gonna be at war

until one of us is dead.

Big round of applause for Doug Jones.

Doug Jones, ladies and gentlemen, the Hope of Harlem.

I am a proud supporter of HarlemYouth Opportunities Unlimited.

"HARYOU," as it's known,

recognizes that the youth of Harlem must be provided

with the same opportunities as the rich kids downtown.

The young people of Harlem are not expendable.

And with us today we have a woman

who has helped realize this vision.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mrs. Mayme Johnson.

Thank you, Reverend.

HARYOU is more thana government program.

It's a communityprogram.

A Harlemprogram.

Doug Jones has given his nameand his time

to helping our young menachieve success

not just in the boxing ring, but in life...

getting them off the streets

and giving them a senseof pride and purpose.

He's fightingfor more than a title.

He's fighting for all of us.

- Mm-hmm. - Yes!

And that's why we have all gotto join together to cheer him on

when he whips that loudmouthLouisville Lip!

Yes!

Doug Jones! Hey, Jones! Hey, ugly!

You know what this fight mean to me?

A tomato-red Cadillac Eldorado convertible

with white leather upholstery, air conditioning, and hifi.

Well, that's what the Louisville Group

is giving me for a victory present.

Now, can you picturing me losing to this ugly bum Jones

with that kind of car waiting for me?

Well, I wouldn't fill thatCadillac with gas just yet.

Ooh, well, my eyes can see you a beautiful lady...

all the more reasons why Doug Jones should be 'fraidy.

Motivation, my dear, you done given me more...

instead of five, well, I'm gonna stop Jones in four.

You pretend like you've beena champion since birth.

Well, let's hope your fistscan prove your worth.

Who are you to talk with words that are so bold?

I would tell you get in the ring.

You just too damn old.

You don't know who I am, so I'll excuse your behavior.

After three rounds with me,

you'll be on your kneesto your savior.

Doug Jones, I will see you later.

And, beautiful lady,

call me when you want something greater.

Let's have a hand for Mayme Johnson, please.

Ms. Mayme Johnson, thank you.

Thank you, thank you for being here today.

Daddy, you were funny back there.

Oh, he gives the Louisville Lip a run for his money.

Margaret, you know what I could use right now?

- Ice cream? - Yes.

You know what? I forgot.

Got some quick business.

You take 'em to Bischoff's.

Go on. I'll be there in minute.Okay.

Bumpy Johnson.

Get in.

♪ 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 haters really out here preying on me ♪

♪ Got the .40 on me and it's stayin' on me ♪

♪ Snow-white mink like I'm Dutch Schultz ♪

♪ Run the books and let me show you how the numbers look ♪

♪ You can be lucky like you're Luciano ♪

♪ The kilos coming 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

I need you to get out of here for a minute, alright?

What are you doing here?

What do you think? I came looking for you.

A month or two to settle in, fine.

But it's been 12 weeks sinceyou've been back in the city.

A girl starts to feellike she's being frozen out.

It ain't like that...

Then what's it like, Bumpy?

Hmm?

We used to have fun together.

Oh, my God, yeah.

You didn't answer my last letter.

I was, um, excitedto hear your thoughts

on Harper Lee's new novel.

Thought it was brilliant.

I love how Atticus explains to Scout

how you never really know a person

till you walk around in his skin.

Yeah.

Amy...

I-I think I would've went crazy in there

if it weren't for your letters.

But...

I'm trying to walk the line with Mayme

this time around, you know?

I see.

The thing is, I'm a major backer

of the Louisville Sponsoring Group.

You're gonna be seeing moreof me as this fight gets closer,

whether you want to or not.

And we both know that you aren'tcut out for walking the line

any more than I am.

You're killing me.

Mm-hmm.

This is about one thing and one thing only... Harlem.

What was it you said, Joe, when I agreed to giving you the docks

and stevedores unionin Brooklyn?

You said, "Go ahead, take Harlem.

It's a bunch of niggersanyway."

Vincent, watch your tone.

Well, what are you, my fucking mother?

Hey, three weeks ago you gave Bumpy Johnson

the right to use our sources.

Why not Joe Bonanno?

I granted him the rightto Genovese sources.

Mysources.

Your sources? Yeah.

I established the entire narcotics trade,

you ignorant cocksucker.

Without me, you wouldn't exist.

You established that20 years ago.

This is now.

Look, you sell to Johnsonor anyone else,

you're gonna have a seriousproblem on your hands.

Oh, really?

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

while Vito's in the can...

you think he's gonna want to start a war over all this shit?

I got his full confidence.

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

Check the tires, Vincent.

Fill it up with gas, Vincent.

Enough of that.

You know, I wouldn't have thought

you'd want to hang aroundwith these coconuts,

considering they're the onesthat killed your son.

You invoke my son's name in a business dispute?

Let's go.

Jesus, Vincent.

♪ More than you know I thought I was nice.

♪ More than you know

♪ Man of my heart

♪ I love you so

♪ Lately I find

♪ You're on my mind

♪ More than you know

♪ Whether you're right

♪ Whether you're wrong

♪ Man of my heart

♪ I'll string along

Mrs. Greene, I'm Stella.

I brought you a gift.

♪ More than you'll ever know

♪ Loving you...

I made cookies.

♪ There's nothing I can do

♪ About it

♪ Loving may be all you can give ♪

♪ But, honey

♪ I can't live without it

♪ Oh, how I'd cry

♪ Oh, how I'd cry

♪ If you got tired

♪ And said goodbye

♪ More than I'd show

"By the time you read this, Sammy Davis Jr.

and May Britt will be married.

May says, 'We're quite awarewe may happen to find hotels

where we're not allowed to stayas man and wife.'"

See, they're doing it.

"I am a Negro and I am a Jew,

and now I'm getting married.

Any newlywed couple expects to face problems."

Add that glass eye, and this negro got more problems

than any man I ever heard of.

C'mon... he doesn't give a damnabout what other people think.

Neither do we. And neither does anyone in L.A.

What are you saying,

you wanna pick up and move to California?

Yes.

With what money, Baby?

You gonna steal another key of dope?

All I mean is, I ain't Sammy.

Well, that's all the more reason

for us to get the hellout of here.

Maybe if you sell a songto Bobby Robinson

he'll give you an advance.

He lovedthat song you wrote.

I wrote another song.

After the riot at Fidler's.

It's called "Rise."

I think you're really gonna like this one.

Really? Yeah.

Oh, my God.

What's it about? What's it like?

Brother Minister will be in to see you shortly.

You look different in person.

Well, so do you.

Man, when I saw you speak at that rally in Detroit,

it changed my life.

And I thought, how could a black man

talk about white people like that and... and not get shot.

Well, Allah protects me

in the form ofthe Honorable Elijah Muhammad.

I'm glad you came, Brother Cassius.

Have a seat.

You know, when I was young,

I-I had asked my mother, why is Santa Claus white?

Why is Jesus white?

And that nightyou said a slave-master

convinced his slaves to worshipa pale, blond, blue-eyed God.

Yeah, well, he taught us to hate everything black,

including ourselves.

Now, some white folksbeen good to me.

Like Mr. Ross Toddof the Louisville Group...

Yeah, well, he stands to profit from you.

His only motive is money.

So's mine.

There's a '63 Caddy waitingif I win.

Well, can your soul be bought that easily?

For a shiny new car?

Now, I believe you have a much larger role to play

in our movement, Cassius.

That's why I asked you to come today.

It's an honor to be here, Minister.

I've seen you on the television clowning around with Liberace,

boasting and bragging,

making yourself a sideshow for the white devil.

I'm just being me.

Disguise has always been integral to our survival

in the white man's America.

You know, we play the obedientstep-and-fetch-it, the minstrel,

or in your case, the court jester.

But the real you is attracted to the Nation of Islam.

Now, we don't look uponMartin Luther King as any Moses.

Moses didn't say love your enemy.

King is advocating turning the other cheek.

Moses didn't say turn the other cheek.

Moses taught those salves

how to defend themselves against their enemy.

And had he not taught those Hebrews

how to defend themselves,

why, those Hebrews would be getting lynched

and segregated against and Jim Crowed

and second-class citizen

just the same as the so-called "Negro" here is

in America today.

I'm ready to tell the worldthat I'm a Muslim.

I can't tell you how much it warms my heart to hear that.

But if a reporter today were to learn of your faith,

the state would deny you a boxing license,

television would refuse your matches,

your sponsors would flee, and you'd go back to Kentucky,

just another nameless, faceless negro.

But I have to tell the worldthat I'm a Muslim.

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

Not until you're heavyweight champion.

It's better for you, it's better for me,

and it's better for the Honorable Elijah Muhammad.

You you think'sgonna win the fight?

Oh, man. Look, you gentlemen have to decide that yourselves.

Hmm. Jones got strength, Clay got the speed.

If you callback-peddlin' speed...

Man, I could duck a Jones hook

and still have time for breakfast.

Uh, not the way you eat breakfast.

Hey, watch it, Cecil.

You gonna put some green downon that now?

Shit, I have you two-to-one on that.

I'll take that bet.

Jones is gonna send that hayseed

back to Kentucky on a stretcher.

Congressman Powell.

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

What's your name?

Alejandro Villabuena.

Everyone calls him "Guapo."

Hello, "Guapo." It's nice to meet you.

Every day, I got to bail out my runners

for some minor infraction or another.

You want to talk about your illegal numbers operation?

I am your constituency, ain't I?

I mean, look, the guineas, they run the banks,

but the Blacks and the Latinos,

they get pinched off the street every day.

You gotta talk to these people in Congress

about coming up with some law

about cops just busting the brown man

while the white man gets a pass.

Look, you got the black vote.

Why not get a whole mess of Latinos?

Well, Guapo...

I'm not sure the Dixiecrats will vote to end discrimination

in the illegal numbers game,

but I have my own pulpit

with which to disseminateabout this pernicious imbalance.

Why you got to use big words like that?

Anyone can utilize gargantuan idioms

to fabricate intelligence.

The problem with big wordsis they mean so little.

You know, I don't know what the fuck either one you is sayin'.

Malcolm X Television would refuse your matches,

your sponsors would flee, and you'd go back to Kentucky,

just another nameless, faceless negro.

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

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

Not until you're heavyweight champion.

It's better for you, it's better for me,

and it's better for the Honorable Elijah Muhammad.

Where the fuck did you get this?

This guy in the FBI.

We've been friends since we were kids.

They're worried Clay might win the championship.

They don't want a fuckin' Muslimas heavyweight champion.

Turns out the Feds got more bugsin that Mosque

than they do in here.

Bonanno's gonna make a play for Harlem.

I can feel it.

His Family's tough.

All thoseCastellamarese Sicilians.

We're gonna have to prepare for war.

How?

I think Cassius Clay is our ticket.

A woman called for you tonight.

Who?

They hung up.

Oh.

How you know it's for me, then?

They hung up when they heard my voice.

You tell your secret admirer

that I have got things covered.

Get off me!

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

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

Not until you're heavyweight champion.

It's better for you, it's better for me,

and it's better for the Honorable Elijah Muh...

The Feds, they got a bugon your friend, Malcolm X.

You've been a naughty boy,

hanging out with the wrong people.

Who are you?

Vincent Gigante.

You know I used to be a boxer?

No, I did.

I fought four times at the Garden.

You know, technically you're weak.

You keep your hands too low, youpull your head straight back.

You're not supposed to do that. You know that.

You know better.

But somehow all those bastardskeep missing you.

What do you want? Why am I here?

When I was a kid, I listenedto Billy Graham on the radio.

I heard him say Catholicswere worse than commies.

And now we got a Presidentthat's Catholic.

What's that got to do with anything, huh?

Maybe one day we'll havea Muslim as President.

But I know one thingfor sure.

That a fuckin' Muslimwill never get a shot

at being world champ.

So you're gonna take a dive.

I don't dive. I never did, and I never w...

Get your hands off me, you bum.

One loss to Jones, and Iguarantee you a shot at Liston.

You ever hear of Frankie Carbo?

You hear that name before?

He can put that matchtogether.

I told you, man, that ain't me.

Oh, that's you, sweetie. That is you.

You are taking a dive.

'Cause if you don't...

we're gonna tell the worldyou're a Muslim.

And then your careerwill be destroyed.

What do you want me to do, Malcolm?

Well, I want you to get the tape.

Why don't we just ask Chin to give it up?

Cassius saysthe place they took him

had a pinball machine and a pool table.

Chin's social club on the Avenue.

It would be easier if they was keeping that tape at Fort Knox.

And you don't even know

if that's where he's got it stashed at or not.

If Chin's got that tape...

Clay's taking a fall.

Do you understand how importantCassius Clay is going to be?

Black heroes are expectedto be docile and deferential.

Clay is ushering in an age

where black kids can voice pridein their own achievements.

Now, we don't have enoughdoctors, lawyers, or bankers.

But we do have sports heroes

and they do have a platformto carry our message.

Didn't you say thatprize-fighting is just a racket?

Rich white men exploiting poor black men

to beat up on other poor black men?

Cassius Clay is an engineof racial pride...

who'd never mark himselfwith skin lighteners

or processed hair, as I oncefelt the need to degrade myself.

Cassius Clay, he ain't no Malcolm X.

Alright?

His name is "Clay."

He can be molded.

Teddy Greene embarrassed me

in front of those record executives.

I know. He's sorry.

He has a new song you gotta hear.

What kinda song?

Some cop hit him at the riot at Fidler's last month.

It's a song about fighting back.

Nah, baby, that's notwhat my label's about.

People are tired of hearing about sock hops

and will-you-be-my-baby and "Puff the Magic Dragon"

and please-mister-postman.

You tellin' me how to do my job?

I'm just saying, why sign someone

doing the same thing everyone else is doing?

Because it makes money.

Ain't no white persongonna pay no negro

to moan about some copkicking his ass.

I'm a white person, and I'd buy it.

You don't count.

You think all white people are happy

with the way negroes are being treated?

You think we like watching Bull Connor

turn his hoses on those women and kids?

What's speakin' out ever got us?

Water blastin' from fire hoses

and dogs bitin' through our skin.

I make musicto help people forget.

You see that sign out there? What's it say?

Happy Records.

I make musicthat makes people happy.

Teddy Greene, he makes me angry.

...next heavyweight opponent is going to be, uh, Doug Jones.

You're gonna fight him on March 13th,

and poetically you've said where, what?

Well, Doug Jones, presently, is ranked number 3

in the top 10 heavyweights of the world.

I'm ranked number 2.

I understand that Jones likes to mix,

but he must fall in six.

I don't know why you think he's funny.

You may not like him, Mama,

but I like that he talks like that.

Why, little one?

He's not afraid to be himself.

You see this blue scarf? Uh-huh.

You see it. Watch it.

I've got it, I've got it. That's good.

You like that kind of thing.

This guy'ssupposed to be a boxer.

What is he?

Where you going?

You don't make your roundsfor hours.

Saw Malcolm today.

Seems like Chin Gigante's got some kind of FBI tape

with him and Clay talking about Islam.

Doesn't surprise me that youngfool's attracted to the Nation,

all that talk about spaceshipsand other nonsense.

And Noah's Ark is different?

Yes, it is.

Chin wants Clay to take a dive.

And if he doesn't

he's gonna tell the whole world that Clay's a Muslim.

What's that got to do with you?

They want me to look into it. That's it.

Well, I hope you said "no."

If Doug wins, he'll get the shot at Liston.

Think of all those kidsin Harlem who look up to him.

If Clay's gonna fall, let him fall.

Night, Babe. Love you.

I'll take Margaret to school in the morning, alright? Okay.

Miss Vanderbilt.

♪ I'm alone in misery

♪ I couldn't find...

Possum, Todd, this is Bumpy Johnson.

He's an old friend of mine. This is Ross Todd.

He's Cassius' primary backer up from Louisville for the fight.

Actually, the fight's what I'd like to talk to you about.

♪ Oh, misery

Cassius, he took a secretmeeting with Malcolm X.

We told Cassiusto stop fraternizing

with the Nation of Islam

and listening to all that talkabout "white devils."

You knew?

We have paid, uh, severalreporters quite a bit of money

not to write about it.

♪ My heart is broken

Well, right now Chin Gigante's got a tape,

wants to make Clay take a dive.

Said he'd give him a shot at Liston if he does.

♪ Misery, misery

That's notan unreasonable proposal.

You want your Louisville Lip

to have a loss on his perfect record?

Cassius Clay fights Sonny Listonand wins the championship,

well, he can call himselfCassius X, uh,

Cassius Y, or Daffy Duck for all anyone cares.

♪ Misery, misery

Well, then...

♪ Misery

Sorry to have interrupted.

Have a nice night.

Bumpy, wait.

What is it you came for, Bumpy?

See if I could help a friend.

I need you to stop calling my house, alright?

Let me think about it.

♪ ...everything I had

♪ My heart is broken...

You know, I've always foundthat it's counterproductive

to hidewhat it is you want.

♪ Misery, now, now, now, misery ♪

It always comes out in the wash.

♪ Yeah, misery

♪ You're killing me, yeah

♪ Get away, get away, get away

Amy. Hmm?

I need you to let go of my hand.

♪ You're killing me

♪ Get away, get away, get away from me ♪

Have a nice night.

♪ Oh, misery

♪ You're

♪ Killing me

I'll give it to that dumb palooka...

he was right about Harlem.

There's more money in dope therethan everywhere else.

This is capitalism, Frank pure and simple.

I go where there's a demand.

And I'm expecting youto side with me.

Joe, Chin may be odd, even a little crazy.

But he's no dumb palooka.

I know.

And it didn't help you calling him Vito's "driver."

That didn't help matters at all.

He had the nerveto mention my son Lorenzo.

I'm sorry.

He was out of line.

Six yearssince my beautiful boy

was taken by those niggersin Washington Heights.

Six fucking years,

and my wife lights a candle atSt. Anthony's every single day.

Giuseppe...

Maybe that's why I neverwanted to go into Harlem.

'Cause any one of those mulignans

could be the one that took him.

Alright, but you got to meet with Chin.

We can't afford another war.

Come on.

Lillian.

Mayme, how nice to see you.

I did the count.

We made almost $8,000 on the raffle last night...

those signed gloves went for $1,500 alone.

That is gonna buy all the booksfor next year's literacy program

and then some.

I was just telling the board

HARYOU couldn't existwithout you, and I mean it.

I said the same thing tomy husband at dinner last night,

and he agreed.

He wondered if you'd bea good addition to the board.

As a matter of fact, my husband told me something last night, too.

Oh?

He said if you was down to your last nickel,

you'd put your money on Doug Jones.

Of course, I've always had faithin Doug to win,

but there's faith and then there's fact.

Interesting.

He looks good.

Child, he always looks good.

You alright?

I think I've written my best song.

But I can't get no one to listen.

They will.

I heard you playing that thingin your room.

I could probably sing it myself.

Your daddy would have told you

to just go play it out on the street.

Between you and Daddy, you always had the better voice.

Daddy could raise the rafters.

Yeah, but you was the one the preacher always called on

to sing "Wade in the Water."

I like it when you smile, Mama.

You know, I used to dream I'd be like Eartha Kitt

singing "Santa Baby" on TV.

I knew Granny would whup my ass

if she caught me listenin'to that devil music,

so I'd just sing it to myselfunder the covers after dark.

I'm proud of you, Teddy.

But there's a costfor saying these things.

That's just what Bobby said.

Cookie?

A guinea cookie?

I'll say one thing for the guineas.

They know they way around an oven.

I take mine black, thank you.

Just a touch.

Whoa, thank you, sister.

See, Bumpy, the only thing I like integrated is my coffee.

That Louisville Group, they don't care if Clay loses,

long as he gets a shot at Liston.

I thought you were making an effort to get the tape.

C'mon, man.

I've been sponsoring Doug Jonessince he was a kid.

My wife got that HARYOU programwith him...

Yeah, I'm familiar, the Harlem Youth Opportunities Unlimited.

Taking the government's money

and teaching our young black kids

to be good little Uncle Toms.

Teaching kids to read,

youth arts programs, uh, feeding the hungry...

Come on, brother, that ain't nothing

but the indoctrination of the white man's negro.

How is that any differentthan the shit you peddlin', man?

Come again?

You talking shitabout Mayme's program

when the only reason thatyou care about Cassius Clay

is that he can bring yourecruits, that's it.

The Bumpy Johnson I know... or at least the one I knew...

would never want to see white men

controlling the black man's ability

to fight fair and square.

Or his ability to believe what's in his heart.

Come on, man... you ain'tgonna finish your coffee?

It's too light.

How are things with Stella?

Good. Fine.

You know, I always wanted her to be with someone...

I wasn't under any, you know, delusion she was a nun.

You got a problem with nuns?

She was, I don't know, 13 years old.

She had a love bite on her neck at breakfast.

So, you know, I asked one of the guys to keep an eye on her.

Sure enough, she's sneaking out at night.

To meet a boy.

Is that unusual...

for a teenager?

Lorenzo, Bonanno's son.

Lorenzo.

One of the guys, he told mehe seen his hand up her skirt,

13 fucking years old...

In God's name, Vincent, what did you do?

I hired a couple of niggersto grab him, make him disappear.

I buried his body in thebasement of Fidler's store.

Bonanno's child?

Yeah.

I know, I know. I fucked up.

Does anyone know?

God.

You.

♪ We will rise, we will rise with the fire in our eyes ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ With no hate in our hearts

♪ And the future in our minds, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

There's room for the two of us in Harlem.

There's enough of those jigaboo junkies

to last a thousand years.

They should all burn in hell. Every last one of them.

So, this is my proposal.

Look, you move all your stuffthrough my capos, $22,000 a key.

I sell mine for $26,000.

You're taxing me four grand a key?

That's right, 'cause you're getting protection,

established networks, we pay off the cops.

$26,000.

$22,000's my final.

I can go over your headto Vito.

He'll see my point of view.

Yeah. Alright. Fine.

You know, I-I got a tip for you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I fixed the Clay-Jones fight.

No shit. No shit.

So I'd put all your action on Clay,

'cause Doug Jones is gonna take a dive in the fourth.

How'd you get to Jones?

Frankie Carbo, Philly.

Mr. Johnson.

Malcolm send you here?

No, I came here on my own.

Everybody give me the room for a minute, alright?

He always says you're one ofthe smartest men that he knows.

Hmm.

Possum Norton and Mr. Todd

warned me to stay away from the Nation.

You shoulda listened to them. No, I listened to my heart.

Yeah, well, sometimes it'sbetter to listen to your head.

Take the dive.

Chin'll get you a shotat Liston.

How do you know that for sure?

'Cause it'll make him money.

I don't want a loss on my record.

I am the greatest.

You see, it's talk like thatthat makes people hate you.

You know that, right?

I've come to realize

by the grace of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad

that I am equal to any white man.

Mr. Johnson, I am great.

And so are you.

Why do we have to hide it?

Fight your fight.

I'll take care of that tape.

Thank you, Mr. Johnson.

You can come back in now.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's standing room only at Madison Square Garden

in New York City, for once again,

the famous landmark has become the mecca of boxing.

There is one young man who has made this all possible.

He's the 21-year-old heavyweight

from Louisville, Kentucky, named Cassius Marcellus Clay.

Go, Cassius! Tonight he meets a native New Yorker

in 26-year-old Doug Jones.

Go, Doug! Ooh!

Go, Doug!

And here we go with a scheduled 10-round bout.

♪ He's probably somewhere with a pistol ♪

♪ Ain't no saving him

♪ This where my mama told my sister ♪Come on, Doug. Cover! Cover!

♪ Ain't no changing 'em

♪ He's probably somewhere with a pistol ♪

Come on. Come on, Doug.

Come on, get it out there.

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Not my life

♪ Not my life

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Not my life

♪ Not my life

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ But not my life

Neither fighter is cut.

Clay has never been cut in his boxing career.

Jones several times.

Good one-two by Clay.

As you can see, Jones is gonna be a tough one

to knock out at any rate.

Clay appearing a little tired right now.

- Come on, Doug! - Oh, that's it!

Jones would appear to have the edge now.

Where's the fucking tape?

Good body punch by Jones.

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Everything's for sale Beautiful finish.

♪ Not my life

♪ Not my life

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Not my life Five seconds.

♪ Not my life

Referee Joe LoScalzo has it...

5-4, 1 even.

Winner by unanimous decision... Cassius Clay.

Yes!

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Not my life

♪ Not my life

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Not my life

♪ Not my life

♪ You can have anything in this world that you want ♪

♪ But not my life

♪ Not my life

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ Everything's for sale

♪ But not my life

I know. I know, baby. It ain't right.

You shoulda won.

I wish I could come over there right now.

But it's over, baby... you know that.

And if you want to stay alive, it has got to stay our secret.

I know.

Me, too.

Goodbye, Doug.

Don't call here again.

Nel nome del Padre e del Figlio e dello Spirito Santo...

I ask for your forgiveness.

Got to move your bones, Lorenzo,

you know, to somewhere safe.

♪ Hold up, wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute ♪

♪ There's something I'd like to say, yeah ♪♪ Hmm

♪ Don't pretend that you ain't in it ♪

♪ 'Cause Lord knows we're in it ♪

♪ We've all got a part to play, yeah ♪

♪ They want us in opposition

♪ I got a proposition

♪ Don't turn and look away, no

♪ We will rise, we will rise with the fire in our eyes ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ With no hate in our hearts

♪ And the future in our minds, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ No answers without questions

♪ No questions bein' forgiven

♪ 'Cause everybody knows it's a crisis that we're livin' ♪

♪ We will rise, we will rise with the fire in our eyes ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah