All language subtitles for Godfather of Harlem 2x08 - Ten Harlems (English)

The numbers are good,

but it appears someone
may be stealing dope.

- Junie Byrd?
- It cannot be.

Everybody clear out!
Get the fuck out of here now!

How come you stealing dope from Bumpy?

Come on, man. Put the fucking gun down.

- I stole the duji, not Junie.
- What?

Bumpy Johnson killed Jean Jehan.

He's trying to take over
our dope connection.

Morgenthau is investigating
the Five Families.

And you as well.

As a result, I'm going to have
to raise the commission.

I wanted to talk to you.

- About what?
- Margaret.

My daughter's not gonna be a Muslim.

Your granddaughter.

You pretend to be an
honest businessman,

but you sell drugs and run numbers.

We are done with her, Ellsworth.
She's out.

- It's not that simple.
- It is for me.

I'm not sure you're taking into account

the many years Mayme spent
devoted to that child.

I raised her. She calls me Mama.

Why can't you have
your own child, Mayme?

I can't have children.

If you face the truth,
perhaps the good parts of you

will reject the bad.

I shot Benny.

- Jesus Christ.
- Ernie finished him off.

Are you going mental again? Have
you been taking your pills?

I'm just tired of secrets.

This means Ernie and your
daughter killed a made man...

Shut the fuck up! I know what it means!

Why the fuck would you do that?

Why would you tell your father
we killed Benny?

How am I supposed to trust you?

Which is it, Dad? Is it this,
or is it your family?

'Cause you got to make a choice.

'Cause if you kill Ernie,
you're never gonna see me again.

Shut the fuck up, puttana.
We're in this shit because...

So this secret here,
it stays between us.

You understand?

Maybe it's time
we told Margaret the truth.

I'm not your daddy.

What?

And the truth is...

I'm your birth mother, Margaret.

I have two mommies?

Yes.

No more secrets.

Come in.

Welcome back to New York.

What's the word from Marseilles?

I have news.

Good or bad, you'll have to judge.

Spill it.

My superiors are ready
to ship the heroin

when they receive the money.

$8.1 million.

Excuse me?

My partners require
the full amount in advance.

They don't trust you.

That's fucked up.

Nobody gets the full amount up front.

Like I said, this is
either good news or bad.

If you can't come up
with the money, then it's bad.

I'll be at my hotel.

If you have the money, let me know.

This thing of ours is dead.

We got rats who can't wait
to make a deal

with the government.

We got that piece of shit
Robert Morgenthau

who's looking to destroy us,

and what are we doing
about it, huh? What?

We fight between ourselves
about drugs, jealousy, greed?

Speak for your own family, Joe.

The Luccheses, we're just fine.

Tommy, shut the fuck up.

I started the Commission,

and it breaks my heart to say this,

but this Commission is a joke.

Come on, let's face it.

We don't settle disputes.

We sit around and watch
everything fall to shit

while we wet our beaks and get fat.

You think Valachi did us damage, huh?

That was nothing.

We got bigger fucking problems now.

What's that?

The Blacks.

I dig that. That's what's up.

Ladies.

Oh. Bye.

- Bye. See y'all later.
- Bye.

- Oh.
- Lovely, lovely.

- Hmm.
- I like that.

What's going on?

At long last, we're here, gentlemen.

No Italian partners,

no middle-man status,

no fear of being ripped off or cut out.

We are in control of our own destiny.

We are what Malcolm X refers to as

"Black economic nationalists."

That's right.

There is, however, a wrinkle.

The Corsicans want to have full payment

of their shipment up front.

Bumpy, that's... that's crazy.
I mean...

maybe you can afford that,
being the big boss and all,

but how the rest of us
supposed to come up

with that kind of cash?

He's right, Bumpy. I'm
tapped out just putting up half.

I'm ready to bankroll
a part of the down payment,

which you'll be able to repay
after you sell your loads.

Oh, so we just field niggas
for you now, huh?

Lamar's correct, man.

It ain't right. Shit ain't right.

You wanna go and go home? All right.

But I am making this offer to you.

We believe that Johnson's trying
to convince the Corsicans

to supply his Ten Harlems
distribution network.

That's fuckin' impossible.

Our friends in Sicily
would never let these Corsicans

deal directly with these niggers.

Smarten up! What friends?

You got no friends.
We don't got no friends.

It's about the cash.

The Sicilians don't give a fuck
if you live or die.

Bumpy Johnson's looking
to move 3,000 kilos.

That's six times more
than we ever attempted.

This is the first time

that we've worked with
the Corsicans alone.

Trust is earned. It's not given.

Bumpy's got a point.

There's a saying
in the Negro neighborhood

that when one starts doing well,

there's a certain type of person
that will try and tear him down.

Like crabs in a barrel
pull down the one at the top?

Every one of us knows about that shit.

That's right.

Nah, see, what's most important

is that we build each other up

as we climb out of this barrel.

In unity...

In unity.

...there is strength.

To Ten motherfuckin' Harlems.

This is war, gentlemen.

This is war, plain and simple.

It's black against white.

And if we don't wipe them out...

I mean wipe them out...

This thing of ours is dead.

Joey, what proof have you got

that Bumpy Johnson wants to destroy us?

I haven't seen anything yet.

I got one of his partners
in my back pocket.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Hello, Sam.

I don't blame you

for calling out Elijah's
hypocrisy about those women,

after he takes your damn house.

The Nation ain't much
on gratitude, I gotta say.

It ain't right.

You deserve that house, Malcolm.

That's true, Cecil.

I've worked my fingers to the bone

spreading the word
of the Dear Holy Apostle.

And I intend to appeal that verdict.

It's a shame

to see black men
going against each other.

It's kind of like crabs in a barrel.

Exactly.

Here you go.

That's too much, Bumpy.
You do so much for me.

Friends stick together.

I gotta go. See you later.

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's move it!

All right, hustle it up!

Mr. Morgenthau.

Where's Congressman Powell?

He's in Washington, still fighting

those senators filibustering
the Civil Rights Act.

But he sent me here in his place
to take this photo op.

All right, keep it moving!

Right here.

Thanks.

Congressman Powell
sends his congratulations

on a job well done.

Yeah.

Only 23 arrests across
the Five Families,

and the bosses are still untouchable.

Even my confidential informant
close to Gigante

doesn't even want to testify.

It's a process.
Don't take it so personal.

I lost a run for governorship in '62

because the mob-controlled unions

backed Rockefeller instead of me.

The unions backed a fucking Republican.

Personally is exactly how I'll take it.

Hey! Keep it movin'!

Bumpy Johnson wants
to meet with you, sir.

Thank you.

No problem, sir.

Well, looks like the bosses
might just get touched.

We've managed, through
very diligent field work,

to expose the organizational hierarchy

of each of New York's Five Families.

Thought of all people,
you'd be interested.

But clearly that's not why
you've paid me a visit today.

What do I owe this honor?

Couple of months ago,
you offered me an immunity deal.

That still on the table?

Please, have a seat, Mr. Johnson.

- I thought you didn't snitch.
- I don't.

You offered me immunity
from prosecution

if I let you monitor my activities

as a means of building a
case against the Italians.

That's true. I did.

But I don't think that would
prove of much value anymore.

Why not?

Well, because you no
longer work with the Italians.

You compete with them.

Competition is
at the heart of capitalism.

You got a problem with that?

Only if it leaves a trail
of dead bodies all over my city.

You see, I can't prove it,

but I suspect that you
are behind the disappearance

of one Corsican expatriate
by the name of Jean Jehan.

Je-who? I never heard of him.

But you have heard of
the Ten Harlems, have you not?

Yeah, of course.

Isn't that that new ride
at the World's Fair?

To my understanding,

it is a multi-city distribution ring

that you are bankrolling

for a very large shipment of heroin.

Is the immunity deal
still on the table or not?

No. Even if it were,
you wouldn't take it anyway.

You're here on a fishing
expedition, Mr. Johnson.

Don't like fishing.

Don't like the water.

Hell, I don't even know how to swim.

You see, what's become
abundantly clear to me

is that you are no longer satisfied

with a seat at the Italians' table,

as you once were.

No.

You want the whole table for yourself.

Hm.

How does Morgenthau even
know about the Ten Harlems?

He's got phone taps on the Italians.

They blabber on their
phone all the time.

Fucking careless.

Big fucking deal, man.
That ain't no proof of nothing.

I'm telling you that one of
our guys is dirty, all right?

Get the fuck out.

Morgenthau said that I
was bankrolling the Harlems.

Which the only time I ever said that

was with our guys at the Geechee.

Well, there ain't no federal
wiretaps at the Geechee.

We scour that place every single night.

Which means that one of our bosses

is working with the Italians.

That's why I went to Morgenthau
in the first fucking place.

You think one of our guys was
gonna try and throw you over?

With all due respect, Bump,

w-we ain't got no proof
one of ours sold out.

That's why I need you two
to go poking around.

I got an idea where we should start.

Yesterday, in a Queens courtroom,

a judge ruled that Malcolm X
must vacate his home,

which is owned by the Nation of Islam,

pending an appeal.

- Just so we're clear...
- Mm.

We help you and the Ten Harlems
crew pay for the shipment,

and we let Bumpy Johnson take the risk

on transporting it here to New York.

Correct.

And when it gets here,

we go pick up the load for ourselves.

Has Johnson received any money yet

for his share of the narcotics?

He's gathering it as we speak.

I got a question for you.

You know, Johnson...

He told me that you were his main man.

How come you're backstabbing him?

I like money,
just like the rest of you.

And I like being boss.

Need any more reasons?

We just want to know

when the dope gets here to New York.

Well, once Bumpy's in my pocket,

I'll have all that information.

But how you gonna
get him in your pocket?

We couldn't even do that.

You're his enemies.

I'm his friend.

That motherfucker.

Sam Christian.
I can't fucking believe it.

Now we got to find out
who else is on his side.

I'm betting Reggie Hill
out of Baltimore.

What the hell you talking about?

When you were stealing Bumpy's duji

and selling it to Reggie,

didn't he say he wasn't down
with the Ten Harlems?

He was just talking shit.
What the fuck, Del?

Yeah, okay.

You gon' have to tell Bumpy
what you did.

Nah, man. Come on.

Reggie betrayed Bumpy when
he bought that duji from you.

He knew that wasn't part
of the regular shipment.

If you'll betray little,
you'll betray big, too.

Bumpy gon' fucking kill me, Chance.

That's up to him.

If you don't tell him, I will.

Hello, Sister.

Good morning.

- Were you followed?
- No, Brother Malcolm.

I told Sister Marny
I was seeing my daughter.

I am very careful about our meetings.

No one at the mosque suspects anything.

Okay, good.

I imagine there was
death talk and the like

after my testimony on the stand.

Well, am I correct?

Captain Omar is coming to New York.

From who did you hear this?

The Dear Holy Apostle
is furious that you spoke

about his infidelities
in such a public forum.

He sent Captain Omar here
on the first plane this morning.

What exactly does that mean?

Captain Omar is the national secretary

of the Fruit of Islam.

He has total jurisdiction

over our paramilitary operations.

His arrival signifies

that the threat against me
has escalated.

Malcolm, I'm sorry.

It means the threat has
escalated against you, as well.

I'm sorry.

Elise, I think...

I think you need to leave the mosque.

No.

Captain Omar will likely subject you

to an interrogation

since everyone knows we are close.

That's exactly why I should
stay... to be your eyes and ears.

Elise, I must insist.

I'm sorry. Your father would agree.

My father would have
your back no matter what.

And so will I.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

Dah!

Impressive.

They've been hoping
for your visit for many months.

We are so pleased to have you
join us here, Captain Omar,

and also to answer any questions
that you may have

in regard to the current situation.

Has the mosque been rid
of those were loyal to Malcolm?

- Mm.
- Yes.

Has he made any attempt
to enter the mosque

or seek contact with the rank-and-file?

Not to our knowledge.

If he stepped his ass in here,

I hesitate to say
what would happen to him.

That woman there, Sister Elise,

was very close to Malcolm.

We had our doubts about her,
but we overcame them

when she took a very
strong position against him.

Captain Henry,

your decision to publicly evict
Malcolm Little

in a court of law backfired.

It gave him a pedestal

upon which to spread
more lies and blasphemy.

What do you intend to do about it?

We will handle this, Captain Omar.

We know Malcolm here in New York.

We know his habits.

And we can handle whatever you

and the Dear Holy Messenger
need to have handled.

I will reassert what the Dear
Holy Apostle has said.

He prefers Malcolm live

to suffer through his treachery.

Is that clear?

Of course, Captain Omar.

Sister Marny.

Would you do me a kindness?

Of course, Captain Omar.

Would you see
if Sister Elise would, uh,

care to have lunch with me tomorrow?

Of course.

We're gonna have to put about
another 10% cut on the duji.

We already whacked it by 50%.

So we won't have
the best shit this week.

What we gonna do?
We need to raise some money.

That's the best way
we know how to do it.

All right, boss.

Hey, Bump, I need a word.

Chance told me about Sam Christian.

Who you think is by his side?

What?

Spit it out, man. What's going on?

I got to talk to you.

It's about me.

Everybody out!

Tell me again.

When you sold my duji to Reggie,

what did he say about the arrangement?

I-I told you.

He said he ain't with the Ten Harlems.

Th-That's all he said.

Did he say anything
about Sam Christian?

Or Moses Temple?

Or any of the other people
in the alliance?

No, Bump. No.

Look, I-I swear.

I-I-I've told you everything I know.

You didn't tell me
why I shouldn't kill you!

You stole from me.

You betrayed me.

You lied to me. How can I trust you?

Look, Bump, I-I...

I'm not gonna insult your intelligence.

Hey, I-I'm not gonna waste your time

with explanations and excuses.

I broke those rules.

Come on, Bump.

You know me.

I'm with you.

I've been by your side.

All I can say...

if you give me a chance...

...I will make it up to you.

There may be something.

I need information.

It'll be dangerous.

Might even be suicidal.

You ready for that?

Yes. Anything.

Let me prove to you who I am.

I want you to go to Reggie.

Tell him you want to be on his side.

Find out about the others...

Who's with me, who's against me.

O-Okay.

B-But with all due respect,
Bump, I don't think

Reggie would ever believe
that I betrayed you.

Well, then, we have to
convince him, don't we?

Ugh! Aah!

Get up!

Ooh-wee!

What the fuck happened to you?

Bumpy Johnson.

Beat me silly.

Excuse me. Got some business.

Have a seat.

The old man found out

I lifted those keys of duji
from him, man.

- How?
- I don't know!

I suspect that Chance
or that weak-ass Junie Byrd

probably ratted me out.

Shit!

Well, you ain't tell him
you was dealing to me, right?

Hell, no. Come on now, Reggie.

Shit, man. I-I-I...

I just told him I off-loaded it
to some Negroes in California.

That nigga Bumpy bumped your ass up.

Surprised he ain't kill you.

The old man is getting weak, man.

I just started crying
like an old washer woman,

told him that I needed it
to pay some debt.

I don't know. That don't sound
like Bumpy, man.

Fuck that cheap motherfucker!

You know he's ripping you off, right?

He's ripping all of y'all off!

Fuck 'em all.

Pettigrew, you a... you an
interesting cat, brother.

Coming up in here all busted up,

badmouthing your boss,

talking 'bout he ripping everybody off.

You know what?

You like a birthday gift
all wrapped up...

missing a bow.

I got a half a mind to think
you testing me.

Look at my face, motherfucker.

I'm done with Bumpy Johnson!

Fuck him! Fuck him.

Maybe you is. Maybe you ain't.

Let's talk.

25.

He would have been 25 today.

I know.

My baby.

Yes.

Hear me now, Lorenzo.

Soon I'll be able to avenge your death.

What do you mean?

You know who killed him?

Um...

F-Fay, I want you to listen.

- No, I don't want to listen.
- No, no, no. Listen...

- I don't want to listen!
- Wait a minute!

You don't understand these things!

- No, no, no, I do understand!
- No, no, you don't!

No, I understand!
I could kill him myself!

Listen to me, and stop this!

I want to know who killed him, Joseph.

You tell me who killed him, please!

- You fuckin' tell me!
- All right! Stop it!

It was Vincent Gigante.

He ordered those
niggers to kill our son.

Gi-Gigante?

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Why would he do that?

He's not supposed to touch family.

He took a sacred oath, like you.

But he broke it.

But then...

he dies.

Yes.

He dies.

But first, I gotta be careful.

I'm gonna wipe out
the whole Commission.

I want no vote, no vengeance,

nothing against my family.

Joseph, you created the Commission.

We were honorable men back then, Fay.

Not anymore.

They killed our son.

From now on, it's one boss.

One family.

Mine.

I want Chin to suffer.

He will.

But I have to keep him close, Fay.

And then I'm gonna drain him
of his money and power,

and I'm gonna watch him
crawl across the floor

and beg for his life.

My only regret is
that I can only kill him once.

Do it. Okay?
Make that son of a bitch pay.

I will.

Come here.

It's gonna be okay, baby.

Why are they threatening your life?

Well, uh,

primarily because they're afraid

that I will tell the real reason

that I'm out of
the Black Muslim Movement,

which I've never told.
I kept to myself.

But the real reason is
that Elijah Muhammad,

the head of the movement,

is the father of eight children
by six different teenage girls

who were his private,
personal secretaries.

What were you thinking?

What made you bring up
the personal stuff?

He calls me a hypocrite?

He is the hypocrite, Betty.

He betrayed and violated
the very principles of Islam.

I agree, but why'd you
have to make it so public?

What does that have to do
with us getting evicted?

I got angry.

The lawyer saying we have
no right to live in this house,

that the mosque owns the house?

Which is true!

It's not fair!

When is life fair, Malcolm?

You were six when
your father was killed.

Life is not fair.

Captain Omar is at least a gentleman,

if my recollection serves me correctly.

But Henry runs around
with his band of thugs.

That's what I'm worried about.

Why don't you take the girls
up to Ella's in Boston?

Let me deal with this myself.

Forget it.

If I go away now,
I'll be even more anxious.

If you want to keep us safe,

you better keep
that damn temper in check.

I received reports

of your passionate
denunciation of Malcolm X.

I am told that it was succinct

and brilliant.

I was asked where my loyalties lie,

and they lie with the Nation.

I understand Malcolm
brought you into the Nation.

He's a friend of my father's.

The Honorable Elijah
is my true salvation.

What?

I'm just pleased that you
agreed to join me for lunch.

Of course.

May I be personal?

If you wish, Captain Omar.

My wife died of cancer two years ago.

It was a terrible ordeal.

I've prayed to Allah for healing

and to open my heart at the right time,

with the right person.

I see.

And have you found that someone?

Perhaps.

Will you forgive me
if I ask you a question?

That depends on the question.

Is there a Muslim man who has
expressed interest in you?

No.

No man in your life?

No.

I understand you and Malcolm
used to be friends.

Um, yes.

He and I go back...

15 years.

I've always admired him.

I just...

wish we could go back in time.

But I don't think Malcolm
will escape punishment,

Sister Elise.

Especially after this recent
evil and foolish talk

about his benefactor.

Yes.

I couldn't agree more.

FBI, ma'am.

Miss Stella Gigante?

Yes?

Inside the car, please.

Shopping spree?

What, you gonna arrest me
for shoplifting?

I have the receipts.

My wife loves B. Altman.

It's where she gets me all my ties.

I'd like to talk to you
about your father.

I told you, I'm done talking.

Stella, your father's a criminal.

You know it. I know it.

He hurts people and
preys on his community.

But you're not like him.

Please leave me alone.

Look, I understand that
giving me information

about your father's activities
is a terrible thing to consider.

But if we had
this conversation a year ago,

Teddy Green might still be alive.

My father didn't kill Teddy Green.

I'm not saying he did.

All I'm saying is that
you are a good person,

a moral person,

and you have an opportunity here

to do what is right.

By turning on my father?

No.

I-I don't... I don't understand.

A-A few weeks ago,

you were willing to give me
a pretty thorough account

of your father's
racketeering activities.

- What happened?
- I was angry.

We've patched things up.

I will deny everything I told you,

and I'll certainly not testify.

Is there anything else?

I'm a determined man, Miss Gigante.

I hope you understand

that just knowing about your
father's criminal activities

and not reporting them
makes you a co-conspirator

and subject to all
appropriate remedies of the law.

You understand what I'm saying?

Okay, what the fuck is this about?

I don't know, Sam.

Maybe this is about you.

He stays here, though.

Bumpy, my brother.

Little extra security outside, huh?

Have a seat.

You have the money?

Or you need me to bankroll you
like some of the others?

Well, nah. We good.

Turns out, me and the others

have all the money for the shipment.

- That's great news.
- Yeah.

Makes things a lot easier.

Nah, let's stop playing games, Negro.

Me and the other fellas

are gonna pay for the entire load

with help from the Italians.

I see.

So, instead of me giving you my share,

I came to collect yours.

That is, if you want to
be a part of my Ten Harlems.

And how do you expect
to smuggle in all that duji

without Monsieur 98?

You gonna help me with that.

Why?

Since, uh, you're trying to
take over my job.

'Cause I have your man Pettigrew,

and if you want to see him alive,

you'll do what I say.

You're playing with fire, Sam.

Listen, old man,

and let me make it clear,
out of respect.

This shit is going down
with or without you.

The Italians got me covered.

The Italians are using you.

They paying for half the dope up front

in exchange for a small piece.

I got my bankers in the community

to put together the money.

The first time I figured out
how we could be in control

of our own destiny,
and you want to fuck it up.

Save all that black economic
bullshit for Malcolm X, brother.

I'm an integrationist.

We shouldn't be fighting each other.

Which is why I'm letting you
stay in charge of Harlem.

That is, if you want it.

'Cause you need Monsieur 98.

It's just business, Bumpy.

Time for the new generation to step up.

Now, I'll let you sell
your stuff in Harlem...

no muss, no fuss.

And if I say no?

Then you'll have the Italians and me

gunning for you all over again.

Bring me Monsieur 98 and the money

for your share of the dope

to the tunnels by the harbor.

I'll have Pettigrew.

Oh, and remember,

it's just business.

You'd do the same if you was me.

It's getting harder and harder

to know who your real friends are.

It's every man for himself now.

At least we can depend on each other.

Right, Frank?

The Commission is dying on my watch,

and there's nothing I can do about it.

Bonanno and Chin
still at each others' throats?

No, just the opposite.

Chin and Bonanno are making the peace

and using you as a rallying cry.

And I don't trust Signor Bonanno.

Check.

Bonanno's not to be trusted.

He wants to run everything himself.

And he hates Chin even more
than he hates me.

Check.

What is it you wanted to ask me?

I need to know if Sam Christian

and your Italian friends

are putting a hit out on me.

If I answered that,

I would be breaking a sacred oath.

What would make you
a bigger traitor to your oath...

answering my question

or letting Bonanno
rip apart the Commission

under your watch?

You may need me to help you
with Bonanno one day.

When the dope comes in,
they're gonna whack you.

Thank you, Frank.

What are you gonna do?

Gon' take care of all of those crabs

at the bottom of the barrel.

You sound very upset.

I'm glad I checked in.

Yeah, I can't even walk down the street

without being harassed
by the federal prosecutor.

Calm down. It's going to be okay.

I can see it in his eyes.

Morgenthau isn't gonna quit
till he has me on the stand.

Stella, please. You are being tested.

Remember always that God
is right there by your side.

God asks for the truth.

Uncle Louis, I have
something to tell you.

I have a confession to make.

Go ahead, my child.

The judge says we can stay
until they rule on my appeal.

But even if we lose, I'm telling you,

they gon' have to drag
my carcass out of this house.

It's not right, what they're doing.

And Captain Omar coming
to New York is no coincidence.

He is here because I spoke
of the infidelities.

He means to do me harm.

I'm not so sure.

He seems to have
a lot of respect for you.

Nah, I don't know, Sister.

He's part of that clique out of Chicago

who see me as hogging the
spotlight from Elijah Mohammed.

Could you try to reason with him?

Stop the inflammatory rhetoric
on both sides?

It's all rooted in
jealousy and competition.

Some would say a legacy of slavery,

where the white man put us
as house and field Negroes

to divide us.

Maybe.

But how do we expect
to achieve anything

if we snipe and seek
to destroy one another?

I agree.

Sometimes I feel like
we're our own worst enemy.

You can have war with these people,

or you can have peace.

But they won't make the first move.

Hm.

Where are you going?

I'm going to talk to Brother Omar,

see if he can help lower the heat.

I have you and the children
to be concerned about.

You're going to the mosque alone?

That's a recipe for trouble.

The trouble is here, Betty.

It's time I faced it head-on.

Thank you, Sister.

As-salamu alaykum.

You must be out of your mind
to step foot in this temple.

Captain Omar, may I have a word?

Henry, don't be rude to our guest.

As-salamu alaykum, Malcolm.
Please, join me.

Thank you.

I'll make it brief.

I... I know there's
been tension lately.

Well, blasting to the media
that the Dear Holy Apostle

has children out of wedlock
is more than tension.

It's the truth, Omar, and you know it.

The truth, Malcolm,
is that you have lost your way.

There's no reason we Muslims
should be fighting each other.

It's not what
the Dear Holy Apostle wants.

It's not what I want.

I've never expected to live
to a ripe, old age, Omar.

My father didn't.

My brother didn't.

And I am prepared for
whatever comes my way.

But in the name of the friendship,

the friendship you and I once had,

leave my wife and my children
out of it.

I will take this conversation

and share it with the Messenger

when I return to Chicago.

In return,

drop this absurd legal appeal

for a home that does not
belong to you, Malcolm.

And quiet your tongue

about rumors that slander
the Dear Holy Apostle.

The truth, Omar, is a funny thing.

It's salvation to some
and yet a threat to others.

I pray in the name of Allah

we can put all of this animosity
behind us.

We are, after all,
fighting for the same thing,

are we not, brothers?

I can guarantee you this...

as long as I'm here,

no one from this mosque
will harm you or your family.

I can't even walk down the street

without being harassed...

I'm glad I checked in.

I can't even walk down the street

without being harassed
by the federal prosecutor.

Calm down.

Come on.
Enough burning the midnight oil.

I'm buying you a drink.

I think I finally found something

to compel my witness to testify.

Oh, yeah?

Listen to this.

Stella, please. You are being tested.

Remember always that God
is right there by your side.

Uncle Louis, I have
something to tell you.

I have a confession to make.

Go ahead, my child.

I killed Benny Mangano.

Who the heck is that?

Chin Gigante's daughter.

Her name is Stella.

And she's gonna be my star witness.

Let's go get that drink.

Praise Allah, you're home.

I was so worried. How'd it go?

Captain Omar seems to be
a pretty reasonable man.

I believe I can trust his word.

Oh, praise Allah.

I must admit, Brother Omar...

I wanted to kill him where he sat.

No, Brother Henry.
Elijah has been clear on this.

Seeing him suffer in this life

is preferable to the freedom
death would bring.

Okay.

It's ready.

Heavy as shit, but it's ready.

Good.

Do you have the money?

Not yet.

Eh, what's the delay?

It's being gathered in a safe spot,

but you're gonna have to
go with me to get it.

That was not part of our plan!

Plans change.

I'll explain exactly what's
gonna happen on the way over.

D'accord, Monsieur?

Okay. You good.

Open it.

All right, close it.

This way.

They're clean.

There's the money.

It's there.

Where's Monsieur 98?

He's in my car.

I want to see Pettigrew first.

You all right?

Yeah.

Hey, we respect you, Bumpy.

You brought us together,

and we recognize your contributions.

Now go get that 98 cat
so we can make this deal.

I'll go bring him in.

I want my man Chance here

to take him to the hospital, all right?

Yeah.

Hey, go with him.

Yes, boss.

And, Bumpy?

No tricks.

What the fuck, Sam?

Think I'm gonna call the cops?

Bumpy Johnson is a legend.

A legend.

But sometimes the old
gotta make way for the new.

Hey, Sam!

We got a problem.

Oh, shit!

This... This wasn't my idea, Bumpy.

Wasn't mine either.

Bumpy.

Sorry, Sam.

It's just business.

We have your money.

It's in the backs of their cars.

Where the fuck is Sam Christian?

These yobs are always late.

Yeah, sure.

What is it?

Looks like we got an unexpected guest.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Sam Christian is dead!

So are the Ten Harlems.

Bumpy Johnson is crazy and dangerous.

I will no longer supply him.

I want to work with you instead.

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