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The new world is
here, my brothers.

Alone, I'm just Harlem.

Together, we're 10 Harlems.

They would turn down
an order of 3,000 keys?

If we were to
sell it to a negro,

they'd skin us alive.

What if I had an
Italian partner?

He's got some kind of plan.

I know that fucker too well!

If the Sicilians don't
want to sell to you,

my hands are tied.

I don't need the Five Families
coming at me over heroin.

You could help me get
the big fish that I'm after.

- That's snitching.
- It's not snitching.

It's elimination of
the competition.

Chin ain't one for diplomacy.

A real diplomat

is someone who can
slice his neighbor's throat

and he doesn't see it coming.

I don't give a rat's ass
about your 10 Harlems.

I'm not gonna
partner up with you.

Not now, not ever.

I hate you, too, Chin.

But this is in our
mutual interest.

They say Liston's great,
but he must fall in eight,

Brother Minister.

Does Cassius know
you intend on using him

to get yourself
back into the Nation?

I am here for support.

Cassius, I'm guilty, brother.

I've thought to use you

to convince the Dear Holy
Apostle to reinstate me.

I don't see him here, do you?

Stella, we're gonna forget

about everything bad
that has happened.

I hate you!

My father said he
punished Benny.

- Did he kill him?
- He sent him to Florida.

You'll never fuckin'
see him again.

I'm selling out of 10 Harlems,

and you're gonna get a 20% cut.

50-50.

I ought to kick your ass!

Equal partners.

Alright.

Yeah, thank you, my man.

Junie's around the corner. Yep.

Be safe, baby.

Had to make sure
nothing's missing.

Still got a dozen
boxes downstairs.

Maybe I'll buy
you dinner tonight.

Yeah? Yeah.

Smothered chops and some onion.

- You got it, alright?
- And a biscuit!

How about two? And two!

Two biscuits and some gravy.

And a piece of red velvet?

Red velvet cake.

I'm mixing that up
for you right now.

Hi, Cecil. Hey, Cecil.

Hey.

Come again.

There you go.

What's this mess?

I'm updating the Harlem voter
rolls for Congressman Powell.

Maybe I should
get you an office.

You know, there has
been a concerted effort

in this city to make it harder

for Black, Hispanic,
and poor people to vote.

You surprised?

No. I'm angry.

They disqualify our votes

for the most arbitrary reasons.

Making sure our votes count

is Reverend Powell's pet cause.

Well, I thought you
were his pet cause.

Please.

Here's my contribution
to the registration drive.

Sorry. It's slippery.

- Here you go.
- Would you go on?

This is... 10 grand.

Wow.

This will fund our
whole operation.

I guess things are going
well with you and Mr. Gigante.

Yep. Let's hope it holds.

Since we've been back,

we've had dinner
at home every night,

and I have a relaxed
and happy man.

It better hold.

You were right.

This partnership with Chin

makes it safe for us in Harlem.

Praise Allah, we made it.

What's wrong? You okay?

Come here. Mom!

White cops came out of nowhere

and started beating
on a bunch of kids.

My friends.

This Black boy
reaches for an apple,

and they assume
that he's stealing it.

Hey!

Hey.

What are you doing?
What are y'all doing? Police!

It's just an apple.

Help!

They busted him in his
head, like to break his skull.

It was horrible.

Why would they start
beating on a bunch of kids?

'Cause they were Black.

Leave him alone!

Like Malcolm said,

the police are at war
with our community.

They are an occupying army.

A hundred years ago,
the Klan wore white sheets.

Well, in Harlem,
they dress in blue.

Did they touch
either one of you?

No, but they beat Cecil.

Hey, stop. What's going on?

Aah!

Daddy, Daddy, you
gotta do something.

Come on, baby.

I hear those damn racist
police beat those kids

and that old shoeshine
man half to death.

This police force was
not created to serve.

Black Americans.

It was created to
police Black Americans

while serving white Americans.

- They at the hospital?
- The hospital?

Cassius, they were arrested

and taken to the 27th Precinct.

What you gonna do, brother?

I'd like to firebomb
their asses,

but I'm already on suspension.

This is the crux

of my disagreement
with the Messenger.

We have an obligation

to respond not only directly,

but even violently
to white oppression.

Brother Malcolm, I hope
you and the Dear Holy Apostle

can patch things up, I truly do.

Well, it's funny you
say that, Cassius,

because he's in New York
today and we have a meeting.

Now, I am intending to
say I have your support.

I know you've been
getting calls, Cassius,

from Captain
Henry and the others

to stay away from me.

But here you are.

I can't shun the man who
gave me my chosen name.

Cassius X. Cassius X.

Alright, what is this shit?

Enough, alright?
What's this about?

There's a million
dollars to be made here.

I mean, they got three

great natural
resources in Florida...

Tits, ass, and oranges.

I brought you a bag.

Thank you.

They're called loops.

They're made on the cheap.

They run them day and
night with the peep shows.

Benny, come on.

That's not me. I-I
don't do this shit.

You do this kinda thing.

Our whole lives with the
girls and the fuckin' weird shit.

Come on. That's not me.

I don't like pornography.
You know that.

It's a perversion.

Bonanno's gettin'
richer off this stuff,

and we're on the sidelines.

What the fuck do I
care about Bonanno?

He's a fuckin' degenerate.

What the fuck is he doing here?

Hey, nice to see
you, too, asshole.

Ain't he meant to be in Florida?

Well, he paid his debt,
and I needed him here.

Look. He brought
us beautiful oranges.

Can I talk to you a sec?

Yeah.

What about Stella?

What about her?

She ain't gonna
be happy he's back.

Hey, are you fuckin'
talkin' about me?

- I'm sittin' right here.
- Easy.

Go fuck yourself.

No. You do not say
that. He's a made man.

You do not disrespect.
You understand me?

That's right. You understand?

Hey, you're on a
short leash, too.

Look, I can get along
with Bumpy Johnson

and you guys
can't work this out?

Come on!

And this fuckin' thing.

You've been a nooch to
me since we were teenagers.

Look, you know what?

The two of you...
you... you make these...

Loops... loops.

You do it together.

Alright? The two of you.

Come on. Shake.

I mean, why not?

Anything that gets on
Bonanno's nerves is

- is alright by me.
- There you go.

Now take this
fuckin' thing down.

Come on. Hold up.

The... The best
part's coming up.

Come on. Get outta here.

Watch.

Pick it up!

10-35 on New
York registration...

Let me reiterate

that I am not a criminal
defense attorney.

Just follow my lead. Come on.

What do you want?

We're here about Cecil Bradley

and the kid from
the fruit stand.

This is Archie Gaines.

He's the attorney
in that matter.

Yes. I am temporarily of
counsel for Mr. Bradley.

I can't help you.

He has the constitutional
right to an attorney.

Not if he hasn't
been charged yet.

He does if he's been
held for over two hours,

on the New York
civil penal code 25462.

I guess you'd know all
about the penal codes

in New York City?

Heard a lot about you, Johnson.

I'm hoping we can
keep everything civil.

Heard a lot about
you, too, Mills.

How can I help you?

We wanna see Cecil
Bradley and the kids.

I heard they got
busted up pretty badly.

Yeah. Injured resisting arrest.

They're down in the basement.

Can we see them?

Be my guest.

These are the arch-criminals
who started the riot?

They're part of the
Blood Brothers gang.

One of them just
got out of Wiltwyck

for assaulting a
90-year-old lady.

Where's Cecil?

Bumpy.

Gonna get you out of here.

Stay strong.

He needs medical attention.

He's got a bandage.

What is he being charged with?

Resisting arrest.

What was he arrested for?

Inciting a riot.

What does a shoeshine man
have to do with starting a riot?

He grabbed an officer's baton.

He's gonna die if he
doesn't get help soon.

And if he does, it's on you.

What did you say?

He dies

it's on you.

Bumpy, please. Let's go.

I had no idea.

You had no idea Negroes
get their asses kicked

and thrown in jail
for doing nothing?

Cops up in Sugar
Hill don't do that?

Look at this.

Nice eggs over easy,

some beautiful fresh bacon,

fresh-squeezed orange juice.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

See anything you might want?

Personally, I think
the styles today...

They make all the
women look like whores.

But if you see
something you want,

maybe I take you shopping.

If I go shopping,
I can do it myself.

Okay.

Your food's gonna
get cold, Stella.

Sorry, I just had a
bad dream last night.

About?

Nothing.

Look, Stella, I'm not
the enemy here, okay?

I mean, you can talk to me.

- Your father and I, we just.
- - we want you to be happy,

but you're walking around
with this frown on your face,

and quite frankly, it's
getting goddamn depressing.

I dreamt Teddy was
alive, and I was dead.

W-Well, okay.

That is depressing.

That is horrible.

And I am sorry.

It's okay. It was comforting.

'Cause it felt right.

I wish it were true.

Stella.

Look

when my mother died,
I was so depressed.

So depressed.

But you know how I
got myself out of it?

I focused on all
the little things.

You know, like... I don't know.

Maybe I bought a dress
or a walk in the park.

And even something
like a nice glass of

fresh-squeezed orange juice.

Just the little things.

Pull you right out.

Dear Holy Apostle,
I'm glad to see

you've made it
safely to New York.

I see you're doing
well for yourself.

Hobnobbing with
leaders of African nations,

with Cassius Clay on your
arm like a prized trophy.

Messenger, I'm preparing
Cassius to be on the world stage

to help spread your message.

You say it's all for
me, but you're the one

with your picture in
the papers with Cassius.

Well, I believed in Cassius
when no one else did.

You yourself didn't
think he'd beat Liston.

And you bring him
to me like a gift?

How generous.

And what is the
price of this gift?

Dear Holy Apostle, I am hoping

that you'd reinstate
me to my former position

at Temple Number Seven

to do your bidding
and to serve the Nation.

Cassius supports
this, I might add.

Are you willing to renounce

the political nature
of your rhetoric?

This is what brought
us to this point

in the first place.

With all due respect,
Dear Holy Apostle,

how do we as an organization

fight for justice
for the Black man?

Are you interested in
rejoining the Nation of Islam?

With all my heart.

Bring Cassius this afternoon.

I want to welcome
him to the Nation.

And if you will cease and
desist from the politics,

I'll welcome you back as well.

I've contacted the mothers
of the kids who were arrested,

and, of course, Cecil's wife.

Those cops need to see
the faces of those women,

see the personal devastation
their brutality creates.

- Now, I think we should.
- -Congressman Powell.

It's fine, Patricia.
Mr. Johnson's welcome.

Come on in, Bumpy.

Hello.

Sorry for interrupting,
but there's a problem.

Bumpy, please have a seat.

Your wife is helping me

organize a sit-in
at the 27th Precinct.

We ain't got time for no
sit-in. Cecil's gonna die.

We gotta call somebody to
get him out of there right now.

Call who? The Chief of Police?

The Mayor? The... The D.A.?

I already have,

and they all tell
me the same thing.

This is a police matter.

Which is why we need to
activate the entire community.

The city government
refuses to intercede

on account of the
fact that Harlem is

a "violent, crime-infested
neighborhood."

Haven't you seen the
paper this morning?

A fruit stand gets
knocked over in Harlem,

they call it a riot.

The fact is, if this
were a federal matter,

I might have some pull.

We don't got time
for no sit-ins, alright?

Bumpy, you of all people know

justice looks differently
at the Black man

than it does the White one.

There's also another
kind of justice.

Street justice.

Good luck with your sit-in.

Hey!

Yo. You like orange juice?

This morning, my stepmom
made me a nice glass

of fresh-squeezed orange juice.

What the fuck do you
want me to say, Stella?

You said he was in Florida.

Your father wanted him back.

So, that's his fuckin'
punishment for killing Teddy?

Is three months in Miami?

I don't make the fuckin' rules.

I want you to kill him.

My God.

Hey. You've killed
people before.

You killed Lionel.

I'll pay you whatever you want.

You talkin' like a
fuckin' crazy person.

You understand that?
You're fuckin' insane.

You're just too chicken shit.

Maybe I'll do it myself.

You think it's easy
to kill someone?

Must be, if you can do it.

It ain't as simple as
pulling a trigger, Stell.

You gotta watch
someone's brains roll

all the way over a fuckin' wall.

It gets in your nose,
it gets in your mouth.

At night, you relive it.

When you sleep,
you think about it.

It's a fuckin' nightmare.

You forget, I'm my
father's daughter.

Hey, sweetheart.

Come on, fucko.
We gotta get to work.

These Blood Brothers

are tearing apart
the neighborhood.

First of all, they're
not Blood Brothers.

They're kids from
my daughter's school

- who stole an apple.
- I hear one of them

raped and murdered
a 90-year-old lady.

That's bullshit.

One of them did a bit
at Wiltwyck for robbery.

My man Cecil... he
never murdered nobody

and he's about to die.

My daughter almost
got attacked by this cop.

You know, I pay these
guys not to fuck with me.

That doesn't give me the
right to fuck with their business.

How much is the payoff on Mills?

The pad's $1,000 a month.

Here's $2,000.

Get him to release
Cecil and the kids.

Nah. I can't.

What are you afraid of?

That they're gonna
call you a nigger-lover?

Is that what you're afraid of?

No. I'm not afraid of that.

So, help me out, then.

Or this business
arrangement's gonna be over

before it even gets started.

How's he doing?

Not good.

Pain in my ass.

How is she?

She's okay.

Sleeping. Still
shaken up, though.

I may keep her home
from school tomorrow.

Of course. Muslims don't drink.

No, but to be honest,
I could really use one.

No.

Well, thank God you
were there to protect her.

You have been such
a godsend to Margaret.

What?

Nothing.

It's just, I have seen
my share of violence.

I was so terrified they would
come after Margaret and me.

When they hit poor
Cecil, I covered her eyes

so she wouldn't see the
blood pouring from his head.

And as I held her, I could
feel her body shaking,

and she was crying,
"Momma, Momma,"

crying for her mother.

And I wanted to tell
her, "I'm right here."

"Your momma's right
here." But I couldn't, could I?

You did the right thing.

By lying to her?

You think she wasn't
traumatized enough?

You want to add to it
by blowing up her world?

She's already seeing
the world for what it is.

Is it fair to let
her live with a lie?

Is that what you think this is?

Well, then, fine. Go ahead.

Walk in there. Wake her up.

Tell her you were a
drug addict for 10 years,

and you couldn't
take care of her,

and you don't know
who her daddy is,

and everyone and everything
she thought she knew was a lie.

She's going to find out.

Because the truth
comes out eventually.

And when it does

let's just hope she doesn't
end up hating us both.

- You're welcome.
- Thank you.

I need your help. I need
you to get some men

and make some noise
down by the Precinct.

Bumpy, I haven't
been reinstated,

though I expect that'll
happen by the end of the day.

We don't have till
the end of the day.

Cecil will be dead by then.

Mr. Johnson, the
Dear Holy Apostle

forbids responding
with violence.

He wants people to
understand that Islam is peace.

We have to think carefully

about which battles we focus on.

What you always
been sayin' about

if a dog bites you, you
gotta bite him back?

About defending ourselves
against white oppression?

This is self defense
we been talking about!

- Calm down, brother.
- No, you calm down!

Man, I know what this shit is.

You don't wanna piss
off Elijah Muhammad.

He's more interested
in his money

than he is about these people

getting beat up in the streets.

The Messenger is
against provoking

the white power structure
only until we are truly ready.

When are we gonna be ready?

How many Negroes gotta die

before we take it to
these ofay motherfuckers?

The cops... they're
just like Sonny Liston.

They underestimate us.

We're gonna make 'em pay.

One steak for the
world champion.

Thank you.

You been Elijah Muhammad's
man for a long time.

When you gonna have the
guts to be your own man?

Enjoy your steak.

Who is it? Uncle Louie.

Come in.

Just came by to check in.

I'm doing fine.

Y-Your father asked me to
drop in every once in a while.

It's okay. I'm not
gonna kill myself.

No.

I'm here so you have
someone to confide in.

Tell me how you're doing.

Fine.

Yeah?

You seem troubled.

Please, Stella.

I'm here to listen.

Okay.

You really wanna
know what I'm thinking?

I'm gonna kill someone.

He works for my father.

He murdered my
boyfriend in cold blood,

and the police won't
do anything about it

because my father
owns the police.

Stella, I remind you of
the sixth Commandment.

Is that the one about not
screwing your neighbor's wife?

Thou shalt not kill.

How does that
one work, "Father"?

Or should I say "Uncle"?

'Cause we both know my
father has killed plenty of people.

Your father will
be judged by God

when it's his time,

and so will you.

In the end,

only God can
administer true justice.

Then I guess my
father will burn in Hell.

I don't know what
the big fuckin' deal is.

Just get the guy a doctor.

If I called a doctor
every time a nigger

came in with a busted head,

they'd have to call
the place Saint Mary's.

These people are savages, okay?

They're fuckin' animals.

Well, even animals
deserve medical attention.

I checked on him myself.

He's got a fucked-up
eye, but he's gonna be fine.

Every criminal tries
to play the victim.

- They're all the same.
- I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you to shut
your fuckin' mouth and do it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you gettin' all
bent out of shape about?

I'm doing a favor for a friend.

Who?

What the fuck business
is that of yours?

Jesus.

This is all starting
to make sense now.

Bumpy Johnson... he
came down to the station

asking the same thing.

You're in business together.

No, we ain't. Yeah.

It's you guys
flooding the streets

with all that dope, isn't it?

There's fucking junkies

falling all over
themselves for that shit.

And you're getting
a piece of that,

you greedy fuckin' bastard.

Now, are you gonna
do this for me or not?

I don't do favors for
your nigger friends.

But I will make sure I
get my cut when I see him.

I'll bet you fucking will.

Fuckin' piece of shit.

Here she comes.

Leopard skin, jacket, whatever.

We'll take that off. Jacket off.

Take the jacket
off. Not too fast.

Yeah.

Yeah, nice. Yeah, look at me.

Yeah, that's right.

You're thinking
of a gorgeous guy

you're gonna do. A guy like me.

Ernie, get the fuckin'
light on her here!

What the fuck, man?
What are you, stupid?

Get the light on her.

Alright, yeah. Now
take off your bra.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Take it off.

Yeah, nice and slow.

Yeah, touch your ta-tas.

Get that... Yeah.

That's great. That's great.

Ernie, get the fuckin'...
Get the fuckin' light on her!

What the... It's
on her. It's on her.

- What is wrong with you?!
- My God.

- Get the light on her.
- Fuckin' light is on her, Benny. Look.

Okay, baby. Alright.

Lick your lips.

You're a star. Yeah.

Alright. God damn.

I ran out of fuckin'...
ran out of film.

Shit.

Alright, let's take
a 5-minute break.

Ernie, why don't you
go get some sandwiches,

and bring me a fuckin'
water, you lazy piece of shit?

Why don't you get it yourself?

Excuse me?

I said, "Why don't
you get 'em yourself,"

you fuckin' asshole?

You disrespecting
me in front of her?

Benny, put the gun away.

I'll do whatever I want.

What are you gonna do about it?

You're a made guy.

I got nothing to say.

That's right.

You know, 'cause of
this fuckin' guy, you know,

I spent three fuckin'
months in Florida

'cause I had to
clean up his mess.

Instead of kissing my
ass, he disrespects me.

And on top of
that, his girlfriend's

available now because of me.

Isn't that right, lover boy?

She ain't my fuckin' girlfriend.

Everybody knows you
got the hots for Stella.

Otherwise, killing a jigaboo
wouldn't bother you at all.

Meeting you here
the last few weeks

has been good for my soul.

It's nice to be able
to talk about Teddy.

Can I get you any food?

No. Thanks.

Listen, Delia,

the man who killed
him is back in town.

He's walking around free,

and the cops won't
do anything about it.

My father... he
won't do anything.

Take a look.

My dad has 'em lying
all over the house.

What you gonna
do with that thing?

I'm gonna get
justice for your son.

Are you out of your mind?

Enough people seem to think so.

Why you showing this to me?

I wanted you to know.

You asking my permission?

I don't want to know
nothing about this.

You don't have to do this,
and certainly not for me.

Sometimes I feel like

I've been grieving
my whole life.

So many I know
have died or suffered,

including my own son.

But nothing would ever prompt me

to take a life.

God will get justice.

It's in His hands, not ours.

Daddy, I'm glad you
picked me up today.

Me too.

How's Cecil?

I'm working on it.

He's gonna be okay?

Yeah, I saw him yesterday.

- Bumpy Johnson.
- Captain.

Been looking all over for you.

I hear you're in business
with Chin Gigante.

I don't discuss business
in front of my daughter.

Yeah, well, here's the thing.

There's a pad for Chin,

and then there's a nigger pad,

and that one's a
whole helluva lot more.

Get Cecil out of that cell,
then we can talk about that.

Yeah. That's not
how it works, Johnson.

Daddy, can we go?

Hey. I'm talking here.

Didn't your father ever tell
you it's rude to interrupt?

It's okay.

What's your name?

Margaret.

Margaret? That's
a white girl's name.

You don't talk to
my daughter like that!

- Hey!
- What's wrong with you?!

Don't you get uppity
with me. Frisk him.

Possession of a weapon.

This'll get you three to five.

Minimum.

That's a close shave, Johnson.

You bring me my pad.

Today.

$3,000.

It's okay. It's okay.

Let's go home, alright?

Let's go home.

Give me Mills.

I can't do that.

Come on. Just...
Just his address.

What? Kill a cop over this?

I can't do it.

I ain't talking
about killing a cop.

Just making things even.

Look, the guy's
an asshole, okay?

He figured out that you
and I are doing business.

Is this... What do you
want? He's a dirty cop.

Put yourself in my shoes.

You have a daughter.

You're walking down the
street, and a cop rolls up

and terrorizes
you in front of her.

How would that make you feel?

For him to call you a
"filthy wop" in front of her

and run a blade
across your neck?

A Black man faces that

every time he walks
down the street.

Just for a minute,

can you put your fuckin' self

in my fuckin' shoes?

My goodness. Ring the bell.

The champion has arrived.

Dear Holy Apostle,
it is my great honor

to present to you Cassius X.

I am so pleased
to have you with us.

Come now. No need for that.

Rise.

The privilege is
mine, Holy Apostle.

By Malcolm's council
and by my faith...

Calm yourself, son.

Come sit and have some tea.

What perfect examples
both of you are.

Whenever you
look at a Black man,

you are looking at God.

Now, it's time to
discard your slave name.

Are you willing and
ready to accept one

of Allah's pure and
righteous names?

Brother Malcolm has bestowed
me with the name Cassius X.

Malcolm does not
choose your name.

I do.

And I have chosen.

"Muhammad Ali"... which means

beloved of God,
most high champion.

It is a most worthy
name, Holy Apostle.

Muhammad Ali.

I like it.

How else can I help
guide you, my son?

Asking good questions
is half of learning.

Holy Apostle, I've
been struggling

about how to stand
up against the abuse

of the negro by police.

You see, I'm a fighter.
I want to fight back.

You have a hunger for justice.

Those cops beating up
those kids at that fruit stand?

Makes me wanna scream.

I see Malcolm
has influenced you.

Brother Minister
fails to realize

that though it feels
good to scream

and yell when
atrocities are done,

those shouts are distractions

that can do more harm than good.

Malcolm, you've
been asked to atone

for your disobedience once.

I am willing to embrace you,

but you must silence
yourself on these issues.

You will either follow my hand

or you will be out on your own.

May I come in?

We missed you at dinner.

I wasn't hungry.

Everything okay? You good?

What did you do today?

Met some girlfriends for lunch.

Yeah? Is that it?

'Cause I heard you ran
into Benny at the clubhouse.

And I know... I know
that could upset you.

So, I wanted to explain.

He here's,

and he has a special
job to do for me,

and then when that's done,

I'm gonna send him
back to Florida, alright?

Yeah.

'Cause he must really
hate it there, right?

Stella.

The best thing for all concerned

is to put this thing
behind us, you know?

Of course.

I never even think
about Teddy anymore.

Is that true?

Yeah.

Yeah, one day, I'll
meet a nice Italian boy,

and I'll be happy.

You'll be happy.

We'll probably just
laugh about all this.

Yeah.

I don't know if
we'll laugh about it.

Did you talk to
Father Louis today?

'Cause he's very helpful
with things like this, you know?

God will punish the wicked,
he says, when we're dead.

I guess we'll both just
have to live with that.

Alright.

Yeah, I've.

I just want you to
be happy, you know?

I know.

Alright.

Alright, come on in.

Just gather on each side here.

Thank you, Sister. Thank you.

I'm here to see the Captain.

That would be me.

Captain, we are
here to demand justice

for those that you arrested

at the so-called
riot of the fruit stand.

We understand that some may
be in need of medical attention.

Congressman Powell,
they'll be released

when the prosecutor has
determined the charges.

I'm sorry, Captain,
that's not good enough.

We've gathered the
mothers of these boys

to protest this injustice,

and I've got a photographer
from "The New York Times"

to make sure you play nice.

We're not leaving until
they get medical attention.

You have every legal right
to express your point of view,

but you can't get in the
way of police business.

Because if you do, I'm
gonna arrest you, too.

So be it.

Looks like we'll be
in for a long evening.

Lift your voices.

Hey. Whoa. Come on. Sweetheart.

What... What... What is this?

What the fuck is this?

Baby doll, give me
the... give me the gun.

We're not gonna have
a fuckin' problem here.

This is for Teddy,
you fuckin' asshole.

What did you do to
me, you fuckin' bitch?!

You bitch!

What the fuck?

What the fuck did you do?!

Shoot her!

You're a fuckin'
witch, you know that?!

Do you understand
what you just fuckin' did?!

Shoot her!

I'm ordering you to shoot her!

What are you doing?

No! No!

God damn you, Stella.

Fuck! Fuck!

You gonna let these
niggers occupy our station?

I am sick of this happy
horseshit singing.

- One more time.
- Clear 'em out.

Ellsworth?

You here to sit in,
"Brother Malcolm"?

No, we're not here to sit in.

We came to stand up.

You, too?

I'm just here to bring you this.

Thank you.

What the fuck is this?

An eye for an eye, motherfucker.

Hello?

Man #Hello, Captain.

Who the fuck is this?

I'm the nigger
Bumpy Johnson sent

to watch over
your wife and kids.

Heard enough?

I'll be babysitting.

I wanna see you back on
your street corner next week.

Alright? Alright.

You're gonna be okay.

Thank you, Bumpy.

Okay, lift.

- Thank you, Daddy.
- Of course, little one.

Bumpy, it seems our
method of peaceful protest

really got the job done.

I don't know what
was said in there,

but I want to thank
you for your support.

I guess moral persuasion
has its benefits.

Yes, it does.

Brother Malcolm.

Moral persuasion?