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[Lyndon Johnson]\NMy fellow citizens,

I am about to sign into law\Nthe Civil Rights Act of 1964.

[reporter]\NWhile the Civil Rights Act

may have passed today,

the streets of Harlem\Nare on fire at this hour,

as riots and looting\Nbreak out over the shooting

of an unarmed black teenager.

This is for Teddy.

[Chin] Ernie and Benny,\Nthey didn't like each other.

Ernie shot him\Nin the head.

I want you\Nto take him out.

[Stella] Ernie and I\Nare married. I love him.

I want you to protect him\Nas much as you do me.

- Yeah.\N- Boss, what are you doing here?

- Where's Lombardi?\N- He's right there.

- [gunshot]\N- Lombardi, no!

Ernie, I tried, all right?

[Lombardi] What's the matter,\Nboss? It's what you wanted.

[Stella] He should burn in hell\Nfor what he's done.

I didn't mean to hurt you.\NI love you, all right?

Don't worry.\NI'm gonna get you out.

Sister Elise,\Nwill you marry me?

Captain Omar doesn't know\Nof your friendship with us?

Were you at the home\Nof Malcolm X?

Yes.

Then leave this mosque\Nimmediately.

You are a worthless\Npiece of garbage.

Tonight Malcolm dies.

Omar and Henry are\Ngonna ambush Malcolm

after his television interview.

This ain't over.

[Pettigrew] With the biggest\Nduji shipment in history.

[Junie Byrd]\NThree thousand keys.

[Chance] I saw stores\Nup in flames,

cop cars all over\Nthe damn streets.

We need to move\Nthe duji somewhere else.

Just keep everything\Nunder control.

There goes the fucking\NFrench connection.

Just like that. Up in flames.

♪♪

♪♪

♪ When your life ain't right,\Nit don't mean much ♪

♪ You put the knife in right,\Nyou get a clean cut ♪

♪ Yeah, hopefully I hit\Nan artery ♪

♪ How it's supposed to be

♪ And usually how it gotta be

♪ If you live to see 30,\Nyou hit the lottery ♪

♪ And I don't need you to hit\Na button to follow me ♪

♪ I get money, hustle, repeat

♪ I get money,\Nhustle, repeat ♪

♪ I get money, hustle, repeat

♪ I get money,\Nhustle, repeat ♪

[ticking]

Hands up!\NGet out the truck!

On your fucking knees.\NOn your knees!

Down! Down!

[siren wailing]

Oh, shit!

- [ticking continues]\N- [siren continues]

♪♪

Stop right there!

Drop the fucking bags!

Get down on the ground

or I'll blow\Nyour fucking head off.

[gunshot]

♪ Yeah

♪ Change

♪ Yeah

♪ Open up my window again

♪ Open up\Nmy window again ♪

♪ I can hear death\Ncallin' my name ♪

♪ I can hear\Ndeath callin' again ♪

♪ I swear to God,\Nthings ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I swear to God, things\Nain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver\Nwith your name ♪

♪ I keep\Na revolver with your name ♪

♪ Just in case

[rapping] ♪ Lay on my back\Nwatchin' the ceilin' fan ♪

♪ I had a dream to\Ntouch a kilo gram ♪

♪ Still at odds\Nwith the Irish mob ♪

♪ Rolls-Royce down\NMalcolm X Boulevard ♪

♪ Lord, these -- really\Nout here preyin' on me ♪

♪ Got the .40 on me\Nand his hand on me ♪

♪ Snow-white mink\Nlike I'm Dutch Schultz ♪

♪ Run the books and let me \Nshow you how the numbers look ♪

♪ You can't be lucky\Nlike you Luciano ♪

♪ The kilos slammin'\Nlike they new pianos ♪

♪ And Fat Boy got the big body

♪ Coast-to-coast,\NI could shoot product ♪

♪ Open up my window again

♪ Open up\Nmy window again ♪

♪ I can hear death\Ncallin' my name ♪

♪ I can hear\Ndeath callin' again ♪

♪ I swear to God,\Nthings ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I swear to God, things\Nain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver\Nwith your name ♪

♪ I keep\Na revolver with your name ♪

♪ Just in case

[sirens wailing]

[fire truck horn honking]

[reporter] The Harlem riots have\Nfinally started to calm down

after three days of chaos.

It all started\Nwhen an off-duty cop

shot a 15-year-old black boy,\NJames Powell,

setting off a wave\Nof discontent

through the Negro community

just as the Civil Rights Act\Nwas passed in Washington.

Hundreds of National Guard\Nwere called in,

and millions of dollars\Nof destruction has all

but leveled large parts\Nof the city.

Thousands of protestors\Nattacked police officers,

which rapidly degenerated\Ninto wanton looting,

as vandals destroyed\Nstorefronts

and violence\Nspread like a plague.

They act like we brought this\Non ourselves.

Like we want a reason\Nto burn down our homes.

It's the news' job\Nto keep little old white ladies

clutching their purses\Nwhenever we walk by.

Somebody's son is dead.

You've been awfully quiet.

Mayme, I had it.

The French connection.

Thousands of kilos\Nunder my control.

The Italians\Nwere buying from me.

I was in charge.

I dotted every "I."\NI crossed every "T."

And then Harlem spits fire\Nin my face,

and everything just\Ngoes up in smoke.

Baby, no one could have\Nanticipated these riots.

Now I look like a joke.

I'm crawling back to\Nthe Italians with my checkbook.

Millions of dollars\Nin the hole.

And I was supposed to be\Ntheir boss for good.

You took a hit,\Nand it hurts,

just like Harlem did\Nwith these riots,

but we will rebuild\Nand come back better

and stronger than ever.

And so will you.

You'll see.

These riots weren't\Njust about Harlem.

You name the city, the Black\Nman's anger is here, fermenting.

It was stones yesterday,\NMolotov cocktails today.

It will be\Nhand grenades tomorrow.

I'm not inciting violence,

just warning\Nof a powder-keg situation.

You can take it or leave it.

But if you ignore it\Nor ridicule it, well,

death is already\Nat your doorstep.

[Goldwater] History demonstrates\Nthat nothing,

nothing prepares a way\Nfor tyranny

more than the failure\Nof public officials

to keep the streets safe\Nfrom bullies and marauders.

That sonofabitch.

[cheers and applause]

Now--

Goldwater is laying those riots\Nright at my doorstep.

Distorting\Nmy whole record.

Saying I'm soft on crime,\Nsoft on Communism.

He even thinks I'm too soft\Nto drop a goddamn nuclear bomb.

Well, I assure you,\NMr. President,

that Negro voters\Ndon't believe that.

I ain't worried\Nabout Negro voters.

I'm worried\Nabout white ones.

No sooner do I sign\Nthe Civil Rights Act

than riots break out.

If this spreads\Nto other cities,

Goldwater's gonna win\Nthe goddamn presidency.

Well, sir, the millions\Nof dollars

that you have bestowed\Nupon urban communities

in the wake\Nof these disturbances

will help restore\Nthe Negro's faith in government.

A man with a Molotov cocktail\Nin his hand

is not fighting\Nfor civil rights

any more than a Klansman\Nwith a sheet on his back.

They're both lawbreakers\Nand criminals.

With one essential difference,\Nif I may.

One will kill\Nto protect what he has.

The other to demand\Nwhat he hasn't.

[dog barking]

[Miss Willa]\NI'm adding it up.

Let's see what we got.

And that is the sum total\Nof all your assets at hand.

That include\Nthe Geechee Club?

Geechee's got a banknote.

The principal\Nis only $200,000.

How much we got out\Non the street?

Between bookmaking and loans,\NI figure half a million.

Get out there and collect from\Nanyone who owes us a nickel.

Niggas is broke, Bump.

Can't squeeze blood\Nfrom a stone.

Yeah, man, you took a loss.\NSo should the guineas.

I gave my word that I'd deliver.\NI keep my word.

Hit the streets.

[Chance] Alright.

[sighs]

[Chance] Miss Willa.

You know, the interest\Non $3 million

is $400,000...a week.

You're just not equipped\Nto carry that kind of debt.

What's that on your sleeve?

- Charcoal?\N- Oh.

They torched the building,\Nchild.

Fire department\Ndidn't even show up.

- Where you staying?\N- My sister's.

She got four kids.\NWhy didn't you tell me?

What was I gonna tell you?

Listen, you got problems\Nof your own.

What are you doing?\NDon't do that.

A grand ain't gonna make\Na difference, more or less.

Find yourself a place.

♪♪

Thank you.

♪♪

I pay my debts.

You guys know that.

No one could have predicted\Nthat riot.

Bumpy, can I ask you\Na question?

Fire away.

I understand why the Negroes\Nare really angry

because the cops\Nkilled that kid,

but why the fuck do you burn\Nyour own neighborhoods down?

We don't own\Nthe neighborhoods.

White folks do.

Stealing, looting--

it doesn't reflect\Nvery well on your people.

We steal--you, me,\Nthe Five Families.

The American Mafia\Nwas founded because

Italians couldn't even get\Na fair shake in this country,

let alone how could a Negro?

Enough history lessons, yeah?

I need some time.

Then I can square it\Nwith each and every one of you.

You have to see Joe Colombo.

The capo in the Profaci Family?

It's the Colombo Family now.

After Profaci died, we elevated\Nhim to the boss of the family.

Or should I say,\NChin elevated him.

Any monies due,\Nyou owe to Joe Colombo.

Well...

I hope he's reasonable\Nlike you, Tommy.

Don't count on it.

You know these kids today.\NThey're out of control.

[man] Hey.

[Joe Colombo] I know Chin's in\Njail, so that's why he sent you,

but Tommy Lucchese\Ncan't bother to see me himself?

[Gio] I'm his associate,\Nyou fucking prick.

Now, Tommy wants to know\Nwhen he's getting his money

back from that nigger\NBumpy Johnson.

I'm working on it.

Gio, it's only been\Na couple of days.

Why Chin wanted this\Nwet-behind-the-ears mammone

to collect his debt\Nis beyond me.

Chin trusts him.

- Ah, fuck you, Lombardi.\N- Oh.

Chin pushed for him to be\Nthe head of the Profaci Family

so he could be his puppet.

What, am I not even here?

- Hey, Gio.\N- Yeah?

You wanna see something?

Come on.\NLet me show you something.

Let me show you\Nwhy Chin has faith.

Come here.

Now, all the bosses,\Nexcept for Chin,

see me\Nas a two-bit car thief, right?

But these cars

are what's gonna let us bring\Nin so much dope from France,

we're gonna be swimming in it.

Now, look at this wreck.

Who would even inspect\Nthe fuckin' thing? Eh?

But look at the panel\Non the passenger side.

Look what I did.

Go ahead. Take a look.

What?

What is it?\NWhat am I looking at?

What--No, I'm saying\Nyou got to have a look.

Listen.

This panel is actually\Na secret compartment.

Go on. Take a look.

Fuck you.\NI ain't going up there.

Yeah, you are.

- Ow!\N- Jesus.

Ow! You motherfucker!\NFucking cocksucker!

I'll fucking kill you,\Nyou motherfucker!

Ow! Ow! What the fuck?!

Yo, get the fuck off me!

Get the fuck off me, cocksucker!

♪♪

[Joe Colombo whistles]

Let me the fuck out of here!

You're gonna die for this,\Nyou cocksucker!

Tell Chin I got his back\Nwhile he's away.

You tell him I'll deal\Nwith Bumpy fuckin' Johnson.

What the fuck?!\NWhat the fuck?!

What the fuck?! What the fuck?!

What the fuck?! No!

No!\NGet me the fuck out of here!

[screams]

♪♪

[bell jingles]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Step forward.

He's good.

I am grateful to your father\Nfor protection,

but sometimes,

I fear these men\Nare overly zealous.

I'm glad. You need them.

I suppose.

I feel like a hunted animal\Nthese days.

A man without a mosque\Nor a mission.

The Nation of Islam isn't the\Nonly mosque in New York City.

No mosque will tolerate\Nmy political opinions.

Then start your own.

That takes money.

And followers.

Neither of which I have.

You have me.

I'll help you.

I'll organize. I'll raise money.\NI'll do whatever it takes.

I might take you up on that.

Well, here I am\Nsinging my own blues.

How have you been?

I'm fine.

I'm still kicking myself\Nfor trusting Omar.

Jealousy and hate\Nclouded his mind.

I almost married him.

I feel foolish.

It's so painful.

I wish I could\Ntake that pain away.

He didn't deserve you.

[Gambino]\NWith Chin up in Lewisburg,

everything has gone to shit.

[Lucchese] What did thatstrunze\Nget sent up for?

They fuckin' got him\Npoppin' his own associate,

some fucko\Nnamed Ernie Nunzi.

[Morgenthau]\NThat's Carlo Gambino

discussing your father's arrest.

Between that and\Nthe disappearance of Joe Bonanno

from New York,

you have helped\Nthrow the Five Families

into total disarray.

I hope they all\Nkill each other.

I'd prefer\Nto see them in jail.

What do you need me to do?

I have to admit to being\Na little surprised.

Usually, a witness suffers

from what we call\Nsnitcher's remorse.

My father was responsible

for the death of three men\NI loved.

I can't wait\Nto take the stand.

Well, Stella, that is what\NI wanted to discuss today.

I actually don't think\Nyou taking the stand

is going to be necessary.

What are you\Ntalking about?

Your statements allowed us\Nto arrest him.

Those are under seal.\NIf you took the stand,

they would become\Npublic knowledge,

and you would be\Nin serious danger.

I don't care.\NI'm willing to take that risk.

We're also concerned the jury\Nmay not see you

as a sympathetic witness

if some of your personal choices\Ncame to light.

What do you mean?

The defense will surely\Nbring up the fact

that you had a relationship\Nwith a Negro.

That could\Nalienate the jury.

Even when I tell them my father\Nwas responsible

for that man's death?

Look, Stella,\NI'm not saying

I'll never call you\Nto the stand.

It may be necessary.

But if I can avoid it\Nand keep you safe, I will.

You used me.

We're both after\Nthe same thing here--

to make sure that your father\Nspends the rest of his life

in the cold, dark cell\Nthat he belongs.

And when I get that conviction,\Nyou and I

and everyone in this office\Nwill know

that it was you\Nwho slammed the door

and threw away the key.

♪♪

♪♪

[man] It's totaled!

Bumpy Johnson.

How you doin'?\NJoe Colombo.

Hey.

Nice suit. What is it?

Orie's Custom Tailoring?\NI get my suits made there, too.

You buy your suits from\Na black tailor on one-two-fifth?

What?\NAre you kidding me?

Orie Walls\Nis a fuckin' genius.

Last time I was there,

Cassius Clay came in\Nto buy a few.

He goes\Nby Muhammad Ali now.

Oh, yeah.\NI keep forgetting.

I like Cassius better,\Nto be honest.

Let's keep this short.

The money\NI owe the Families?

Just know I'm good for it.

I know. Don't worry.

Come on,\Nlet me show you around.

So, I got guys lifting cars\Nall over the five boroughs.

We break 'em down,

resell the parts\Nall over the world.

Mm-hmm.

We also scout out new cars\Nand steal them on order.

Look at this. You seen this?

This new car Ford put out?\NThe Mustang?

Fucking beautiful.

Interesting.

- You like espresso?\N- Yeah, sure.

Yeah? Come on.

Okay.

Doppio espresso\Nper voi due.

Grazie.

I'm good for a mill today.

The rest will\Ntake me some time.

Well, who would have guessed\Nthe dope would burn up?

And don't worry\Nabout the Families.

Sure, they squawked at first,\Nbut I got them in line.

You're doing me favors.

Why?

Chin Gigante's in jail\Nwithout bond, as you know.

I'm playing hall monitor\Nwhile he's gone.

You can make up your debt\Nto the Families

by working with me.

What's the catch?

No catch.

Eh, those fossilized fucks\Nthat run the Families--

they got no respect\Nfor who you are.

But I do.

You're a legend.

TheBumpy Johnson.

I appreciate the flattery,\Nbut spell this shit out for me.

What exactly do you want?

We work together.

On everything, alright?

Narcotics, gambling, women.

And you call\Nthe shots, right?

[chuckles]

It's a partnership.

It's pure business.

And if I say no?

Why would you do that?

Because the last partnership\NI had with one of you

ended in blood...

and flames.

Either way, my people lose.

♪♪

Uh, think about it.

Otherwise...

the Families will need\Nto be paid in full by Friday.

Your call.

[Indistinct conversations]

[dog barking]

[sighs]

Thank you.

Hey. How's everything?

It's good?

Let us agree that the blow\Nmust be struck,

and let us agree what type\Nof blow must be struck

and at whom the blow\Nshould be struck,

and then those who don't go\Nalong with that strike,

we need an organization...

- Hello.\N- ...that no one downtown loves.

You're on television.

We need one that's ready\Nand willing to take action,

any kind of action.

Not when the man downtown\Nsees fit, but when we see fit.

By any means necessary.

Do you mind if we have a--\Na few moments alone?

I'm sorry, Minister Malcolm.

Bumpy instructed me\Nto never leave this post.

How much longer do you think\Nthey're gonna have to be here?

I don't know.

We need Bumpy's help now.

I'm not going to send\Nthose gentlemen away.

I miss our children.

They're safe with Ella.

It's a chance for them\Nto enjoy Boston.

Maybe we can go\Nup there, too.

We can stay in one of those\Nnice motels near your sister's.

I'm needed here now.

For what?

We are three days out from\Nthe worst riots since 1943.

I need--

You need to what?

Go on to the television?

Tell more things that might\Naggravate people

to try to kill you?

I'm expected to be here.

By who?

Well, uh...

You don't have to be\Nthe version of you

that's expected\Nby everyone else.

♪♪

♪♪

You'll be happy to know

Morgenthau doesn't need me\Nto testify.

You're still a rat.

The only reason you're here

is because,\Nfor some crazy reason,

your father insisted\Nthat I let you stay.

If it was up to me,\Nyou'd be out in the street.

Well, I got an interview\Nwith a job agency tomorrow.

The minute I got\Nenough money saved,

I'll be out of here forever.

You, a job?

You never worked a day\Nin your fucking life.

Fuck you!

Don't you talk like that\Nto me, you puttana.

Your daddy's little girl act,\Nit don't work on me.

You're a rat fink traitor.

I feel sorry for you.

It must be horrible\Nknowing your husband

fucks all those goomahs

because he finds you\Nso repulsive.

[door closes]

[siren wailing]

[Mayme] Joe Colombo seems\Ndifferent than the others.

The terms of his deal\Nsound reasonable enough.

Maybe even better than\Nwhat you had with Chin Gigante.

The problem with Colombo\Nisn't the terms.

I'm done shaking hands\Nwith Italians.

They can't be trusted.

I get it.

But the Ten Harlems\Nwere all Black men,

and they turned their backs\Non you just the same.

The Italians, they want\Nto keep me in shackles.

To them, Harlem\Nis a cotton field,

and I'm the house nigger.

I didn't fight to keep\Nmy wits in Alcatraz

to come out and play\NStepin Fetchit.

I want my plantation\Nout of escrow,

my name on the deed

so they can't shut\Nmy lights off.

You're either gonna work\Nwith the Italians

or you're gonna fight them.

The safer choice is obvious.

How much more do we need?

♪♪

♪♪

Take them.

All of them.

It should get you\Nat least $50,000.

That's 15 anniversaries'\Nworth of jewelry.

I could never.

I would pay any price\Nto keep you out of a coffin

or another jail cell.

I cost you enough, Mayme.

This is my bill to pay.

♪♪

♪♪

[police radio chatter]

I'm proposing\Na short-term bridge loan

to be repaid within six months.

And as collateral,

I'm putting up the deed\Nto the Geechee.

When I repay\Nmy Italian investors,

I'll resume my core businesses\Nand make up for the loss.

Bumpy, surely\Nyou can understand

that we can't honor\Nthat request.

[Brother Dayton] There was\Na run on the bank.

We're waiting on a Federal cash\Ninfusion as we speak.

Not to mention you already\Nowe us half a million dollars.

Investing in your venture\Nwas a terrible mistake.

[Archie] Charles, please.

Venture?\NCall it what it is, Judge.

It was a heroin deal,\Nwith all the inherent risks

I explained to you\Nwhen you insisted

that I allow you to invest.

- You're bleeding us dry.\N- Charles!

No. I refuse to be intimidated\Nby this criminal.

The tie pin,\Nthe tailored suit--

You can dress the part

of a legitimate businessman,\NJohnson,

but you're just a common,\Neveryday thief.

[chuckles]

If the cops came through\Nthat door,

we'd all go to jail\Nfor the same crimes.

Embezzlement, bank fraud,

and heroin distribution.

And if we end up in jail,\Nmy esteemed brothers,

trust me,\Nyou'll want to be my friend.

♪♪

♪♪

I will remind you\Nthat extremism

in the defense of liberty\Nis no vice.

Roy, can you please\Nchange the channel?

I can't take this cracker\Nno more.

Omar.

I would understand\Nif you wanted

to take me\Nto your father's men.

In some respects,\NI'd welcome it.

What the hell are you\Ndoing here?

I want to apologize.

To you.

And to Malcolm.

Get away from me.

I spent\Nthe last three days hiding,

well aware that your father\Nwants me dead.

He ain't the only one.

Please, take me to Malcolm.

At least let me make amends\Nto you both.

He's surrounded by a dozen\Nof my father's men.

They'll kill you on sight.

And if that\Nis Allah's atonement for me,

then I will accept it.

I hope they shoot you.

- I assume you can type.\N- Yes.

Words per minute?

Thirty.\NBut I practice every day.

- Shorthand?\N- No.

No shorthand. That rules out\Nsecretarial work.

With no experience, the kind\Nof jobs we're looking at

are dishwasher,\Ndomestic servant, housemaid.

That's fine.

It might require you

to work alongside Negroes\Nand Hispanics.

Some of our clients\Nhave a problem with that.

Not me.

Are you married?

I'm a widow.

Do you have any children?

No.

So, getting a job is\Nvery important for you

during this difficult time.

Absolutely.

I'll guarantee you a job...

if you give this a tug.

I told you.

I don't do shorthand.

Do--Do you know what this is,\Nwhat you're talking about?

Hey, guys, guys,\Ngive us a break, alright?

Go inside, please.

We'll have a little\Npersonal talk.

Do me--Give me--\NGive me five, alright?

- Are you fucking crazy?\N- No!

You're one\Nof my oldest friends.

I thought\NI could count on you.

Olympia, I cannot do that.

Here, sit down, sit down.

Tommy, I am begging you.

Please.

I told you. The answer is no.

She put her\Nown father away, Tommy.

Olympia, you should know

we don't touch women\Nor children.

She knows more than just\Nabout the Genovese Family.

What else does she know?

She knows about\Nthe Lucchese family, too.

Listen to me. She knows\Nabout your trucking business.

Ohh.

She knows about all\Nyour airport hijackings.

- Ohh.\N- And a lot of other things, too.

I don't know how she knows.

Sniffing around,\NI don't know, eavesdropping.

She'll fucking rat.

You know what?

This is your husband Chin's\Nfucking problem.

Why isn't he\Ntaking care of it?

He's in jail.\NHis calls are monitored.

You don't think that he knows\Nshe should go?

Are you kidding me?\NHe just can't admit it.

He's sentimental like that.

What do you want me\Nto tell you?

If he finds out\Nthat I was involved

with his daughter\Ndisappearing...

We have a lot of secrets\Nfrom this man, Tommy.

Let's face the facts.

Who says he has to find out?

[elevator bell dings]

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

Reverend Powell.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I was working\Non Sunday's sermon.

[Mayme] We need a good Word\Nright now.

"The Negro in White America:

Who Gets to Define Us?"

The Lord Jesus\Nand our own damn selves.

[chuckles] Well,\Nyou'll just have to come

to Sunday service to find out.

Your husband home?

- He stepped out.\N- Oh.

Did you tell him\Nabout the position

I'm offering you?

Not yet.

Well, don't wait for him to read\Nabout it in the newspapers.

I'm working on it. Ellsworth's\Nmind is otherwise occupied.

Hmm. Do you mind if I make\Nmyself a quick pick-me-up?

Be my guest.

As my right-hand executive\Nfor Har-You,

you will be responsible\Nfor allocating government funds.

I couldn't think of a better way\Nto rebuild Harlem

after these riots.

Thank you for trusting me,\NReverend.

Oh, of course. It's no favor.

Your excellent work\Nas a volunteer

has rightfully\Nearned you this position.

- Oh, too early for me.\N- Oh, well.

In the spirits\Nof Regina Andrews, Ella Baker,

and Lorraine Hansberry,\Ncheers to black women

authoritatively kicking\Nsome ass.

Mm. Sister Suffrage does have\Na--a nice ring to it.

Mm.

Which is why I don't want\Nyour husband

fucking up this opportunity.

I'm warning you, Mayme,\Nfor your sake and all of Harlem,

implore Bumpy\Nto keep his nose clean.

That's it?!\NTwenty-four fuckin' grand?!

Negroes was seein' us coming\Nand running the other way, boss.

Not to mention the streets\Nare filled with riot cops.

Yeah, making sure the white\Nman's stores don't get looted.

I can't do shit with this!

- Whoa!\N- Whoa!

This ain't our fault, man!

What are you sayin'?\NIt's mine?

You sayin' it's my fault?

I'm sayin' people can't give\Nwhat they ain't got.

Colombo wants full payment\Nby Friday.

This is our last shot!

Look, you always figure out\Nwhat to do, Bump.

I got no fucking idea\Nwhat to do!

Just let me--Just--

Let me...think.

Just think.

This ain't you.\NWhat's up, bro?

- [sighs]\N- What's eatin' at you?

That duji...

was the one chance I had\Nto control these blocks.

[telephone rings]

Yeah?

Send him up.

[Joe Colombo] Thank you\Nfor giving me an audience.

Of course.

I understand you're a student\Nof history, just like me.

- That so?\N- Yeah.

In fact, I know\Nthat way back when,

you protected the numbers bank

of Stephanie Saint Clair\Nagainst Dutch Schultz.

You got\Na helluva backbone.

What's that got to do\Nwith anything?

This isn't the old days.

And we both know\Nthere's no chance

you're gonna have\N$3 million by Friday.

I thought my offer to partner\Nwas a good one,

but I guess you don't. Okay.

So I'm gonna sweeten the pot.

Oh, yeah?

If you handle\Nour heroin distribution,

I'll cut you in\Non my car business.

You steal 'em,\NI'll chop 'em and sell 'em.

A lot of money in it\Nfor us both.

I'm not your fucking\Nsoldier, Colombo.

[scoffs]

I'm bending\Nover backwards here.

What the fuck would it take?

This ain't about you, Joe.

You know, if I go south\Nof 110th Street,

I gotta smile and bow and scrape\Njust like every other Negro.

If I assert myself\Nto a white man

in a way that he doesn't like,

I get billy-clubbed\Nand I get put in jail.

Does that happen to you\Nwhen you go downtown?

But up here, it's different.

Up here, I get respect.

I call the shots.\NMe and me alone.

I can't share that

because when it really\Ncomes down to it,

that's the only thing I got.

So...

your offer is generous\Nand respectful,

and I appreciate it.

But still,\NI have to say no.

I'm not like the others.

I'm sorry, Joe. The answer's no.

Okay.

Then I withdraw my offer.

Have the money by Friday.

God help you if you don't.

♪ Show me the prison

♪ Show me the jail

♪ Show me the prisoner

- [knock on door]\N- ♪ Whose life has gone stale

♪ And I'll show you a young\Nman with so many reasons why ♪

Am I interrupting?

No.

♪ And there but for fortune--

I want to apologize.

We gotta be\Nin this house together,

we might as well make\Nthe best of it.

What?

I'm just surprised.

[sighs]

Yeah, well, I'm gonna go play\Nbridge with the girls tonight.

Uncle Louie's gonna come by.

He's dropping off some prayer\Ncandles I asked him to get.

I been doing a lot\Nof praying lately.

You gonna be around?

I think so.

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

Stella.

You got my word.

I'm never gonna lay a hand\Non you ever again.

[door closes]

Before I die,\NI seek only your forgiveness.

Please, put that down.

For now.

Did Elijah Muhammad\Nsend you to kill me?

Upon my loyalty\Nto Allah, he did not.

Captain Henry and I removed\Nourselves from the Nation.

You betrayed me,

you betrayed this woman,

and you betrayed Islam.

I envied you, Malcolm.

You were my brother\Nfor 15 years,

and you tried to kill me.

I lost the woman I love,

the mosque I loved,

and the brother\NI grew up with in this faith.

I don't deserve the breath\Nin my lungs.

You can take it if you wish.

I just want your forgiveness\Nbefore I die.

It's men like you\Nwho'll someday get me killed.

Who endanger my family.

I will have to pray to Allah\Nto open my heart to forgive.

Because right now,\NI'd like to see you dead.

♪♪

[Mayme] Because it didn't seem\Nto be quite adding up.

Ellsworth, look who's here.

Well, hello, Bumpy.

Reverend Powell.

Good to see you.

The Reverend has asked me\Nto oversee

the Har-You program\Nas a deputy director.

That's great.

I can't think of anybody\Nbetter for the job.

[laughs]\NThank you, darling.

And as she will be assuming\Na very public position,

we'll all have to keep\Non the straight and narrow now,

won't we?

What's happening\Nwith those tax-evasion charges

against you,\NReverend Powell?

Are you gonna have\Nto face jail time for that?

Hung jury. Case dismissed.

It's funny how the law never\Nseems to touch you politicians.

Right?

The Reverend was just telling me

that he got government funding\Nfor Harlem

in light of the riots.

I squeezed President Johnson\Nlike a grapefruit.

That's great.

The Negro bank\Nis going to receive

a huge influx of cash.

Millions for the residents\Nof this community

in crisp,\Nnew government bills.

The Negro bank?

Yes, you've heard of it,\Nhaven't you?

Liberty Bank of Harlem?

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So, we gonna cut Reverend Powell\Nin on the score?

[chuckles]

What would he say if he knew

he was the tipster\Nfor a stickup?

The money's federally insured.

It'll go back into the bank\Nand back into the community.

♪ If you live to see 30,\Nyou hit the lottery ♪

♪ And I don't need you to hit\Na button to follow me ♪

♪ I get money, hustle, repeat

♪ I get money,\Nhustle, repeat ♪

♪ I get money, hustle, repeat

♪ I get money,\Nhustle, repeat ♪

♪ I get money, hustle, repeat

♪ I get money,\Nhustle, repeat ♪

Got 90 seconds.

Time it and be ready to blast\Nthe fuck outta here, alright?

Alright.

[ticking]

♪♪

♪♪

Hands up! Hands up!\NGet off the truck!

On your fucking knees!\NOn your knees!

Down! Down!

Be cool. You might get\Nout of here alive.

[siren wailing]

Shit.

♪ Yeah, I was schooled\Nby the greats ♪

♪ And as high as gas is,\NI get fueled by the hate ♪

♪ I'm the king of the jungle

♪ So I was cool with the apes,\Nno security, nigga ♪

♪ I got the tool on my waist

Stop right there!\NDrop the fucking bags!

[bags drop]

Get down on the ground

or I'll blow\Nyour fucking head off!

[gunshot]

Come on, let's go, go!

Damn fool, why couldn't you\Njust leave it alone?

Time's up, time's up!\NCome on!

Pettigrew, start the car!

♪ I get money, hustle, repeat

[siren wailing]

♪ I am a poor pilgrim

♪ Of sorrow

And as we have seen over\Nthe last difficult few days,

the Negro in white America\Nis viewed

as an agitator...

♪ I'm left... ♪

...not the victim of injustice.

And when our community reacted\Nto this injustice,

we were pegged as hoodlums,

vandals, and criminals.

They say that actions\Nspeak louder than words.

So let our actions tell heaven\Nwho we really are.

And let them define us\Nbefore the eyes of God.

♪ To make Heaven, Lord

♪ My home

[door opens]

[door closes]

♪ My home

Uncle Louie?

That who the Lord\Njudges us to be

is who we really are.

♪ Sometimes, I am...

[Cliff]\NLet us take him to Bumpy.

Forgiveness will be\Nthe least of his worries.

♪ And I'm driven

[Powell]\NWe are a compassionate people

who have mercy in our hearts

for those\Nwho have wronged us.

As much as I want to,

I can't spill\Na Black man's blood.

And I prefer Bumpy Johnson

not spill\Na Black man's blood either.

♪ I can run

Let Allah decide his fate.

♪ Yes, I can run

And we know that\Nthose who slander us

do not define us.

[reporter] In a daring holdup\Njust hours ago,

masked gunmen robbed\Nthe Liberty Bank of Harlem

of millions in cash\Nand bearer bonds.

Police in Harlem say the theft\Nmust have been perpetrated

based on inside information,

given that the delivery\Nof substantial aid to Harlem

was known only to a few.

♪ Home

♪ Home

[Powell] We are forged\Nin the image of God,

and God is love.

Aaah!

Aaaaaah!

[panting]

- [gunshot]\N- Aah!

Aaah, aaah, aaah!

♪♪

[Powell]\NSo if, by calling for justice,

we are deemed hoodlums\Nor vandals or criminals,

so be it.

♪♪

♪♪

Here's the money.

All $3 million.\NAnd it's only Thursday.

Take it inside.

[Powell]\NThe Lord knows who we are

and that we are willing to die\Nfor what we believe.

We would've made\Ngreat partners.

There's one thing you guys\Nnever seem to remember.

What?

Harlem?

It's mine.

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