Godfather of Harlem (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - I Am the Greatest - full transcript

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Heroin hasmade Harlem a gold mine,

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

Harlem is mine.

Times have changed. I haven't.

Chin likes to play
the dumb bruiser

so the guineas from the other
families underestimate him.

You don't want to go to warwith Bonanno.

I ain't sharing Harlem.

We could see the value
in it.

Joey fucking Bananas
couldn't.

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



You so caught up
in this white girl

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

This is our chance to
show Bobby Robinson my stuff.

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

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

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

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

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

the Harlem Youth
Opportunities Act.

I've got the boxer
Doug Jones' support.

He's going to donate
his gloves

after his fight
with Cassius Clay.

That buildingwhere Fidler's store is,

I want Malcolm X and his people
out of there.



I don't want it
to get damaged.

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

Makes a guy wonder
what else might be in there.

A Christian man
will always tell you

to turn the other cheek.

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

I want to buy heroin
from the guineas.

Key for 27,000.

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

Chin has a rightto protect his territory.

You and me are gonna be
at war

until one of us is dead.

Big round of applause
for Doug Jones.

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

I am a proud supporter of
HarlemYouth Opportunities Unlimited.

"HARYOU," as it's known,

recognizes that the youth
of Harlem must be provided

with the same opportunities
as the rich kids downtown.

The young people of Harlem
are not expendable.

And with us today
we have a woman

who has helped realize
this vision.

Ladies and gentlemen, please
welcome Mrs. Mayme Johnson.

Thank you, Reverend.

HARYOU is more thana government program.

It's a
communityprogram.

A Harlemprogram.

Doug Jones has given his nameand his time

to helping our young menachieve success

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

Getting them off the streets

and giving them a senseof
pride and purpose.

He's fightingfor more than a title.

He's fighting
for all of us.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes!

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

when he whips that loudmouthLouisville Lip!

Yes!

Doug Jones!
Hey, Jones! Hey, ugly!

You know what this fight
mean to me?

A tomato-red Cadillac Eldorado
convertible

with white leather upholstery,
air conditioning, and hifi.

Well, that's what
the Louisville Group

is giving me
for a victory present.

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

with that kind of car
waiting for me?

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

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

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

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

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

You pretend like you've
beena champion since birth.

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

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

I would tell you
get in the ring.

You just too damn old.

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

After three rounds with me,

you'll be on your kneesto your savior.

Doug Jones, I will see you later.

And, beautiful lady,

call me when you want
something greater.

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

Ms. Mayme Johnson,
thank you.

Thank you, thank you
for being here today.

Daddy, you were funny
back there.

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

Margaret,
you know whatl could use right now?

- Ice cream?
- Yes.

You know what? I forgot.

Got some quick business.

You take 'em
to Bischoff's.

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

Bumpy Johnson.

Get in.

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

What are you
doing here?

What do you think? I came looking for you.

A month or two
to settle in, fine.

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

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

It ain't like that...

Then what's it like, Bumpy?

Hmm?

We used to
have fun together.

Oh, my God, yeah.

You didn't answer
my last letter.

I was, um, excitedto hear your thoughts

on Harper Lee's
new novel.

Thought it was brilliant.

I love how Atticus
explains to Scout

how you never really
know a person

till you walk around
in his skin.

Yeah.

Amy...

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

if it weren't
for your letters.

But...

I'm trying to walk the line
with Mayme

this time around,
you know?

I see.

The thing is,
I'm a major backer

of the Louisville
Sponsoring Group.

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

whether you want to
or not.

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

any more than I am.

You're killing me.

Mm-hmm.

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

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

and stevedores unionin Brooklyn?

You said, "Go ahead, take Harlem."

It's a bunch of niggersanyway."

Vincent, watch your tone.

Well, what are you,
my fucking mother?

Hey, three weeks ago
you gave Bumpy Johnson

the right
to use our sources.

Why not Joe Bonanno?

I granted him the rightto Genovese sources.

Mysources.

Your sources? Yeah.

I established
the entire narcotics trade,

you ignorant cocksucker.

Without me,
you wouldn't exist.

You established that20 years ago.

This is now.

Look, you sell to Johnsonor anyone else,

you're gonna have a
seriousproblem on your hands.

Oh, really?

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

while Vito's
in the can...

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

I got his
full confidence.

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

Check the tires,
Vincent.

Fill it up with gas,
Vincent.

Enough of that.

You know, I wouldn't have thought

you'd want to hang
aroundwith these coconuts,

considering they're the
onesthat killed your son.

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

Let's go.

Jesus, Vincent.

Mrs. Greene,
I'm Stella.

I brought you a gift.

I made cookies.

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

And May Britt
will be married.

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

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

See, they're doing it.

"I am a Negro
and I am a Jew,"

and now
I'm getting married.

"Any newlywed couple expects
to face problems."

Add that glass eye,
and this negro got more problems

than any man
I ever heard of.

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

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

What are you saying,

you wanna pick up
and move to California?

Yes.

With what money, Baby?

You gonna steal
another key of dope?

All I mean is,
I ain't Sammy.

Well, that's
all the more reason

for us to get the hellout of here.

Maybe if you sell a songto Bobby Robinson

he'll give you
an advance.

He lovedthat song you wrote.

I wrote another song.

After the riot
at Fidler's.

It's called "Rise."

I think you're really
gonna like this one.

Really?
Yeah.

Oh, my God.

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

Brother Minister will be in
to see you shortly.

You look different
in person.

Well, so do you.

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

it changed my life.

And I thought,
how could a black man

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

Well, Allah protects me

in the form of the
Honorable Elijah Muhammad.

I'm glad you came,
Brother Cassius.

Have a seat.

You know,
when I was young,

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

Why is Jesus white?

And that nightyou said a slave-master

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

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

including ourselves.

Now, some white folksbeen good to me.

Like Mr. Ross Toddof
the Louisville Group...

Yeah, well, he stands
to profit from you.

His only motive
is money.

So's mine.

There's a '63 Caddy waitingif I win.

Well, can your soul
be bought that easily?

For a shiny new car?

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

in our movement, Cassius.

That's why I asked you
to come today.

It's an honor to be here, Minister.

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

boasting and bragging,

making yourself a sideshow
for the white devil.

I'm just being me.

Disguise has always been
integral to our survival

in the white man's
America.

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

or in your case,
the court jester.

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

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

Moses didn't say
love your enemy.

King is advocating
turning the other cheek.

Moses didn't say
turn the other cheek.

Moses taught those salves

how to defend themselves
against their enemy.

And had he not
taught those Hebrews

how to defend themselves,

why, those Hebrews
would be getting lynched

and segregated against
and Jim Crowed

and second-class citizen

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

in America today.

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

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

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

the state would deny you
a boxing license,

television would refuse
your matches,

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

just another nameless,
faceless negro.

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

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

Not until you're
heavyweight champion.

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

and it's better for
the Honorable Elijah Muhammad.

You you think'sgonna win the fight?

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

Hmm. Jones got strength,
Clay got the speed.

If you callback-peddlin' speed...

Man, I could
duck a Jones hook

and still have time
for breakfast.

Uh, not the way
you eat breakfast.

Hey, watch it, Cecil.

You gonna put some green downon that now?

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

I'll take that bet.

Jones is gonna send
that hayseed

back to Kentucky
on a stretcher.

Congressman Powell.

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

What's your name?

Alejandro Villabuena.

Everyone
calls him "Guapo."

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

Every day,
I got to bail out my runners

for some minor infraction
or another.

You want to talk about
your illegal numbers operation?

I am your constituency,
ain't I?

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

but the Blacks
and the Latinos,

they get pinched off the street
every day.

You gotta talk to these people
in Congress

about coming up
with some law

about cops just busting
the brown man

while the white man
gets a pass.

Look,
you got the black vote.

Why not get a whole mess
of Latinos?

Well, Guapo...

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

in the illegal numbers game,

but I have my own pulpit

with which to disseminateabout
this pernicious imbalance.

Why you got to use big words
like that?

Anyone can utilize
gargantuan idioms

to fabricate
intelligence.

The problem with big
wordsis they mean so little.

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

Malcolm X Television
would refuse your matches,

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

just another nameless,
faceless negro.

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

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

Not until you're
heavyweight champion.

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

and it's better for
the Honorable Elijah Muhammad.

Where the fuck
did you get this?

This guy in the FBI.

We've been friends
since we were kids.

They're worried Clay
might win the championship.

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

Turns out the Feds got
more bugsin that Mosque

than they do in here.

Bonanno's gonna make a play
for Harlem.

I can feel it.

His Family's tough.

All thoseCastellamarese Sicilians.

We're gonna have to
prepare for war.

How?

I think Cassius Clay
is our ticket.

A woman called for you
tonight.

Who?

They hung up.

Oh.

How you know
it's for me, then?

They hung up
when they heard my voice.

You tell
your secret admirer

that I have
got things covered.

Get off me!

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

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

Not until you're
heavyweight champion.

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

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

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

You've been a naughty boy,

hanging out with
the wrong people.

Who are you?

Vincent Gigante.

You knowl used to be a boxer?

No, I did.

I fought four times
at the Garden.

You know, technically you're weak.

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

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

You know better.

But somehow all those
bastardskeep missing you.

What do you want?
Why am I here?

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

I heard him say Catholicswere
worse than commies.

And now we got a Presidentthat's Catholic.

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

Maybe one day we'll havea
Muslim as President.

But I know one thingfor sure.

That a fuckin' Muslimwill never get a shot

at being world champ.

So you're gonna
take a dive.

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

Get your hands off me,
you bum.

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

You ever hear
of Frankie Carbo?

You hear
that name before?

He can put that matchtogether.

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

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

You are taking a dive.

'Cause if you don't...

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

And then your careerwill be destroyed.

What do you want me to do, Malcolm?

Well, I want you
to get the tape.

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

Cassius saysthe place they took him

had a pinball machine
and a pool table.

Chin's social club
on the Avenue.

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

And you don't even know

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

If Chin's got that tape...

Clay's taking a fall.

Do you understand how
importantCassius Clay is going to be?

Black heroes are expectedto
be docile and deferential.

Clay is ushering in an age

where black kids can voice
pridein their own achievements.

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

But we do have sports heroes

and they do have a
platformto carry our message.

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

Rich white men exploiting
poor black men

to beat up
on other poor black men?

Cassius Clay is an engineof racial pride...

who'd never mark
himselfwith skin lighteners

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

Cassius Clay,
he ain't no Malcolm X.

Alright?

His name is "Clay."

He can be molded.

Teddy Greene embarrassed me

in front of those
record executives.

I know.
He's sorry.

He has a new song
you gotta hear.

What kinda song?

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

It's a song
about fighting back.

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

People are tired of hearing
about sock hops

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

and please-mister-postman.

You tellin' me
how to do my job?

I'm just saying,
why sign someone

doing the same thing
everyone else is doing?

Because it makes money.

Ain't no white persongonna pay no negro

to moan about some copkicking his ass.

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

You don't count.

You think all white people
are happy

with the way negroes
are being treated?

You think we like
watching Bull Connor

turn his hoses
on those women and kids?

What's speakin' out
ever got us?

Water blastin'
from fire hoses

and dogs bitin'
through our skin.

I make musicto help people forget.

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

Happy Records.

I make musicthat makes people happy.

Teddy Greene,
he makes me angry.

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

You're gonna fight him on March 13th,

and poetically you've said where, what?

Well, Doug Jones, presently,
is ranked number 3

in the top 10 heavyweights
of the world.

I'm ranked number 2.

I understand that Jones
likes to mix,

but he must fall in six.

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

You may not like him,
Mama,

but I like
that he talks like that.

Why, little one?

He's not afraid
to be himself.

You see this blue scarf? Uh-huh.

You see it.
Watch it.

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

You like
that kind of thing.

This guy'ssupposed to be a boxer.

What is he?

Where you going?

You don't make your roundsfor hours.

Saw Malcolm today.

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

with him and Clay
talking about Islam.

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

all that talk about
spaceshipsand other nonsense.

And Noah's Ark
is different?

Yes, it is.

Chin wants Clay
to take a dive.

And if he doesn't

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

What's that
got to do with you?

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

Well, I hope you said "no."

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

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

If Clay's gonna fall,
let him fall.

Night, Babe.
Love you.

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

Miss Vanderbilt.

Possum, Todd,
this is Bumpy Johnson.

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

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

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

Cassius, he took a
secretmeeting with Malcolm X.

We told Cassiusto stop fraternizing

with the Nation of Islam

and listening to all that
talkabout "white devils."

You knew?

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

not to write about it.

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

wants to make Clay
take a dive.

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

That's notan unreasonable proposal.

You want
your Louisville Lip

to have a loss
on his perfect record?

Cassius Clay fights Sonny
Listonand wins the championship,

well, he can call himselfCassius X, uh,

Cassius Y, or Daffy Duck
for all anyone cares.

Well, then...

Sorry to have
interrupted.

Have a nice night.

Bumpy, wait.

What is it you came for, Bumpy?

See if I could
help a friend.

I need you to stop
calling my house, alright?

Let me think about it.

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

to hidewhat it is you want.

It always comes out
in the wash.

Amy.
Hmm?

I need you
to let go of my hand.

Have a nice night.

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

He was right
about Harlem.

There's more money in dope
therethan everywhere else.

This is capitalism, Frank
pure and simple.

I go where
there's a demand.

And I'm expecting youto side with me.

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

But he's no dumb palooka.

I know.

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

That didn't help matters
at all.

He had the nerveto mention my son Lorenzo.

I'm sorry.

He was out of line.

Six yearssince my beautiful boy

was taken by those niggersin
Washington Heights.

Six fucking years,

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

Giuseppe...

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

'Cause any one
of those mulignans

could be the one
that took him.

Alright, but you got to
meet with Chin.

We can't afford
another war.

Come on.

Lillian.

Mayme, how nice to see you.

I did the count.

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

Those signed gloves
went for $1,500 alone.

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

and then some.

I was just
telling the board.

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

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

and he agreed.

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

As a matter of fact,

my husband told me something
last night, too. Oh?

He said if you was down
to your last nickel,

you'd put your money
on Doug Jones.

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

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

Interesting.

He looks good.

Child, he always looks good.

You alright?

I think I've written
my best song.

But I can't get no one
to listen.

They will.

I heard you playing that thingin your room.

I could probably
sing it myself.

Your daddy
would have told you

to just go play it
out on the street.

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

Daddy could raise
the rafters.

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

to sing
"Wade in the Water."

I like it
when you smile, Mama.

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

singing "Santa Baby" on TV.

I knew Granny
would whup my ass

if she caught me listenin'to
that devil music,

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

I'm proud of you, Teddy.

But there's a costfor saying these things.

That's just
what Bobby said.

Cookie?

A guinea cookie?

I'll say one thing
for the guineas.

They know they way
around an oven.

I take mine black,
thank you.

Just a touch.

Whoa,
thank you, sister.

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

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

long as he gets
a shot at Liston.

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

C'mon, man.

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

My wife got that HARYOU programwith him...

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

Taking
the government's money

and teaching
our young black kids

to be good
little Uncle Toms.

Teaching kids to read,

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

Come on, brother,
that ain't nothing

but the indoctrination
of the white man's negro.

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

Come again?

You talking shitabout Mayme's program

when the only reason thatyou
care about Cassius Clay

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

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

Would never want
to see white men

controlling
the black man's ability

to fight fair and square.

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

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

It's too light.

How are things
with Stella?

Good. Fine.

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

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

You got a problem
with nuns?

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

She had a love bite on her neck
at breakfast.

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

Sure enough,
she's sneaking out at night.

To meet a boy.

Is that unusual...

for a teenager?

Lorenzo, Bonanno's son.

Lorenzo.

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

13 fucking years old...

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

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

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

Bonanno's child?

Yeah.

I know, I know.
I fucked up.

Does anyone know?

God.

You.

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

There's enough
of those jigaboo junkies

to last a thousand years.

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

So, this is my proposal.

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

I sell mine
for $26,000.

You're taxing me
four grand a key?

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

established networks,
we pay off the cops.

$26,000.

$22,000's my final.

I can go over your headto Vito.

He'll see
my point of view.

Yeah. Alright. Fine.

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

Yeah?

Yeah.

I fixed
the Clay-Jones fight.

No shit.
No shit.

So I'd put all your action
on Clay,

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

How'd you get to Jones?

Frankie Carbo,
Philly.

Mr. Johnson.

Malcolm send you here?

No, I came here
on my own.

Everybody give me the room
for a minute, alright?

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

Hmm.

Possum Norton
and Mr. Todd

warned me to stay away
from the Nation.

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

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

Take the dive.

Chin'll get you a shotat Liston.

How do you know that
for sure?

'Cause it'll
make him money.

I don't want a loss
on my record.

I am the greatest.

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

You know that, right?

I've come to realize

by the grace of
the Honorable Elijah Muhammad

that I am equal
to any white man.

Mr. Johnson, I am great.

And so are you.

Why do we
have to hide it?

Fight your fight.

I'll take care
of that tape.

Thank you, Mr. Johnson.

You can come back in now.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's standing room only
at Madison Square Garden

in New York City,
for once again,

the famous landmark has become
the mecca of boxing.

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

He's the 21-year-old
heavyweight

from Louisville, Kentucky,
named Cassius Marcellus Clay.

Go, Cassius! Tonight he meets
a native New Yorker

in 26-year-old Doug Jones.

Go, Doug! Ooh!

Go, Doug!

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

Come on, get it out there.

Neither fighter is cut.

Clay has never been cut
in his boxing career.

Jones several times.

Good one-two by Clay.

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

to knock out at any rate.

Clay appearing a little tired
right now.

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

Jones would appear
to have the edge now.

Where's
the fucking tape?

Good body punch by Jones.

Referee Joe LoScalzo has it...

5-4, 1 even.

Winner by unanimous decision...
Cassius Clay.

Yes!

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

You shoulda won.

I wish I could come over there
right now.

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

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

I know.

Me, too.

Goodbye, Doug.

Don't call here again.

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

I ask for your forgiveness.

Got to move your bones, Lorenzo,

you know, to somewhere safe.