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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?