Godfather of Harlem (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - The Hate That Hate Produced - full transcript

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America first!

How many
Negroes gotta die

before we take it to
these ofay motherfuckers?

Where's
Congressman Powell?

He's still
fighting those senators

filibustering the
Civil Rights Act.

Only 23 arrests,

and the bosses are
still untouchable.

Uncle Louis, I
have something to tell you.

I killed Benny Mangano.

If you don't testify
against your father,



I'm gonna send you to
jail for a very long time.

Your uncle had
a good idea, Stell.

Two married people can't
testify against each other.

I don't want
you seeing my daughter

or putting your hands on her.

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

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

I must admit, I wanted
to kill him where he sat.

She
is a temptress.

Sister Elise, will you marry me?

Captain Omar doesn't know
of your friendship with us?

Were you at the
home of Malcolm X?

Yes.

Then leave this
mosque immediately.



You are a worthless
piece of garbage.

These are bad days, man.

In this business, it's
kill or be killed.

You make one move, my
men'll blow them all away.

I'm taking back the
French connection.

Who scares you the most?

Bonanno or me?

I will take your side.

Bonanno's planning
to wholesale the dope

without the help of
the other Families.

Joe Bonanno's men are up there.

None of you were gonna
leave here alive.

You want the dope,
then give me the money.

I take your offer.

It's time to get
out of town, Joe.

Harlem is mine.

The issue of police
violence has come up again

with the shooting of
a teenage Negro boy

by a police lieutenant.

Do you feel that
this situation now

has gotten to the crisis point?

Tell us what happened.

Well, I think it
would be largely a matter

of wanton acts of murder
and police brutality.

And one of them drew a knife.

- That is the deceased.
- I would sincerely hope so.

We have to have law and
order in this city of ours.

Do you
feel that the majority

of New York policemen
are trigger-happy?

No, we have
never claimed that,

nor have we ever claimed
that there is an official...

Please, B.

Nothing good can
come out of this.

We're going.

A protest at the police
station right now

is a bad idea.

A bad idea is the cops

shooting an innocent
Black boy for no reason,

whether they say he was
holding a knife or not.

What do you think's
gonna happen?

The suspension of
Officer Gilligan.

They don't suspend cops
for killing Black people.

That has to change.

Yeah, well, the only
thing that's gonna change

is the names of the victims.

Cops only understand one
thing, and that's violence.

You sound like Malcolm.

Well, he's right.

You gotta fight fire with fire.

That is not true.

The Civil Rights Act is
going to pass at any moment,

and without a single
shot being fired.

Yeah, well, it
hasn't passed yet,

and there's still time
for the shots to be fired.

We are going to this protest

even if you think
it's pointless.

I'm not saying it's pointless.

I admire what you
guys are doing.

But to be honest, when
I was in Alcatraz,

we'd suffer a thousand
outrages each day.

But then, one day,

there'd just be one too many.

And the guards and the prisoners

would try to rip
each other apart.

That's what I feel is going
on in the streets right now.

Peaceful protest is vital.

The march
began peacefully,

but emotions were running high.

Some protesters
responded violently.

Tensions between the
Harlem community and police

- have been on the rise.
- Be safe.

We got no sign of
Bonanno anywhere, boss.

Nah, no one's seen him
in New York for weeks.

He's in the wind.

I gotta admit, Johnson
knew how to play his cards.

And what about the dope?

Johnson says it's due
from Canada today,

so, you know, we pick up
our piece when it arrives.

You ain't mad he
got the connect?

Ah, come on, he can have
the fucking headaches.

Far as I'm concerned,
him and I are square.

I need to speak to you.

- Privately.
- Yeah.

When your Jew lawyer arrives,
you know it ain't good news.

- All right, get lost.

This is not an easy
thing to tell you.

Our federal contact
says Robert Morgenthau

is trying to make
an immunity deal

with an informant who
is very close to you.

Someone who could put
you away for life.

Who?

Your daughter Stella.

No, bullshit.

Our contact is in the Department
of Justice secretarial pool.

She sees the minutes of
Morgenthau's meetings.

Not gonna be Stella.

I mean, that's...
That can't be true.

It's the truth.

Stella was one of
Robert Morgenthau's

confidential informants
when you were arrested.

Come on, baby.

- Oh.
- Ooh!

Now all we got us is
a seven-hour drive

to home sweet home, Harlem.

Hey, with the biggest
duji shipment in history.

- The biggest.
- Oh, yeah.

We ain't there yet.

- All right, now.
- They look good, though.

- Let's get going.

Okay. You can go.

Or as you frogs
say, "Bon voyage."

How do you plan to make
it across the border?

Bumpy was at Alcatraz with
the brother of a border guard

in Windsor, Canada.

He's being bribed.

I'm anxious to get
back to France.

Your country is fucked up.

Yeah, the whole
world's fucked up.

That's why people
love getting high.

And after all the
trouble we been through,

driving it down, well, that
just seems like the easy part.

Stop killer cops!

Stop killer cops!

Stop killer cops!

Stop killer cops!

Stop killer cops!

Stop killer cops!

Stop killer cops!

Stop killer cops!

Stop killer cops!

Stop killer cops!

Get your hands off of me!

- We ain't going nowhere!
- You, too!

Stop killer cops!

Oh.

You scared me.

Are you talking to
Robert Morgenthau?!

- Huh?!
- No, I...

- Tell me!
- It's not that.

- Tell me!
- It's... He...

He just tried to get me
to testify against you,

but I told him to fuck himself.

No, no, that's bullshit!

Fineman told me that you were
a confidential informant!

No, it's not that, Dad!

Couple months ago, I was so
angry at you that I just...

I told him a couple of
things about your business.

- What did you tell him?
- It wasn't much.

It was just that you were

getting a piece of
every building contract

at the World Fair and that
you worked with Bumpy Johnson.

Why would you fuckin' do that?!

Because you sent
Benny to Florida

instead of giving him the
punishment he deserved.

Oh, now, don't you
turn your back on me!

You hurt me! You hurt me.

Well, you're hurting me, too.

I don't know why
you hate me so much.

I don't. I...

When Morgenthau
came back for more,

I said that I would never
testify against you.

Never.

Then he played me the tape.

What tape?

There's a tape where he...

He taped a conversation
between me and Uncle Louis

where I told him I killed Benny.

You told Louis?

He told me to confide
in him, so I did.

I didn't know the
phone was tapped.

Oh, mother of Mary.

It's okay, Dad. We... fixed it.

Does my brother know

that Morgenthau taped
that conversation?

Does he?

Yeah, he tried to put
the screws to him, too.

Uh, you better
stay in this room.

Lock it up. You understand?

You can't leave this room, okay?

Just tell me you're
gonna stay here,

Stell, please?

Wake up, Daddy!

Wake up!

All right, I'm up.

Your picture's in the newspaper.

My picture's in the
paper? Let me see this.

- Yep.
- Now let me see that.

Yeah, that's me.

Who's that?

That man is Doctor Martin
Luther King, Junior.

He's a great man.

- Not as great as you.

Honey.

Give your father some
peace and go get dressed.

Your sisters are at
the breakfast table.

Bye, Daddy.

Bye, sweetheart.

Nice picture.

Yeah, I wish they'd taken
a picture of these senators

filibustering the
Civil Rights Act,

reading pages of the phone book,

doing all other
sorts of nonsense.

Even if this passes,

Black folks can use
it as toilet paper

for all the good it'll do them.

Someone woke up on the
wrong side of the bed.

Betty, don't you
think it's ironic

that these newspapers
will trumpet civil rights

while all over Harlem,

there are protests
for a Black boy

who was murdered by a cop?

I do.

It makes me furious.

I've decided to
give Mike Wallace

that interview he's
been pestering me about.

I thought you said you weren't
going to speak publicly

until you announced
your new organization.

I wasn't.

But it's time we
let the people know

that this is nothing
short of state-sponsored,

racially-biased homicide.

Otherwise, this will just
continue happen again

and again and again.

I lost my damn
eye to these cops,

but that boy lost his life.

Cops said he had a knife, but
I spoke to Old Man Robbins,

and he said the boy was unarmed.

Listen to them sirens.

Today just don't feel right.

- What do you want?

Our wiretaps suggest

that you have
outmaneuvered the Italians

to receive that very
large narcotics shipment

from Marseille.

I got no idea what
you're talking about.

I don't know where,
and I don't know when,

but I will arrest you.

Don't think for a second
you can get rid of me.

If you was really a prosecutor,

you'd be down at
the police station,

arresting that cop for murder.

I'm a federal prosecutor.
That's a local matter.

But for the record, I think
it's horrible what happened.

Let's hope the
protests stay calm.

Like Malcolm X says,

when a dog bites you,
you gotta bite it back.

You know, it might
just make me sad

to put you away, Johnson.

'Cause I think, in
a different world,

if you had made
different choices,

me and you, we
could've been friends.

Why? 'Cause...

"Blacks and Jews share a
common history of oppression"?

No.

Because we're both driven

to be the best at what we do.

Unfortunately for
you, you chose crime.

What you don't understand
is that being a criminal

ain't about choices.

It's about survival.

My family immigrated
here in 1866.

We were ostracized,

treated as
second-class citizens.

I chose to be a
lawyer, not a criminal.

I chose to be a lawyer, too.

Can check the City
College of New York,

where I put in my
application, and it was denied

'cause they found out that
"Ellsworth" was Black.

Hey, Cecil,

I'm outta here. You
take care of him,

- all right?
- Sure thing.

We do share aspects
of a common history.

But if you think
that my skin color

didn't affect the
choices that I made,

you must be blind.

Hey, Johnson.

You, um...

You mentioned Malcolm X before.

I, uh... I hear that
you two are quite close.

So what?

Well, I received a
confidential briefing

from our field office.

This would be highly unorthodox

for me to share with you, but...

We have credible intel
from Mosque Number 7

that suggests there will
be an assassination attempt

against Malcolm X in
the next few days.

Do with that what you will.

I understand your position
on this, Dear Holy Apostle.

You
must stop the death talk

regarding Malcolm
at Mosque Number 7.

Do you understand?

Yes, Dear Holy Apostle.

We don't want to kill Malcolm,

and we won't try to kill him.

Understood.

Let no man currently in
the Nation do anything

to bring disrepute to
me or the organization.

You have my assurance,
Dear Holy Apostle.

I will broadcast
this message here

and in all the mosques
around the country.

Thank you, Omar.

I look forward to seeing you
when you return to Chicago.

He doesn't want Malcolm touched
by anyone in the Nation.

I think he still views
Malcolm as a prodigal son,

who will someday
return to the fold.

But you and I both
know the grave danger

that Malcolm poses
to the Dear Holy One.

So what are we to do?

We cannot disobey the
Dear Holy Apostle.

But for this one day

we're going to leave the Nation.

Hello, America,
I'm Mike Wallace.

Join us tonight for a special
interview with Malcolm X

to discuss the ongoing
riots in Harlem.

I've gotten used to the threats.

They come almost every day.

I don't even pick up
the phone anymore.

I'm not talking about
crackpots on the street.

This warning comes from the FBI.

Bumpy, I can assure you,

the FBI has no interest
in protecting me.

Yeah, but I do.

Robert Morgenthau wouldn't
have given me that information

if he didn't think
it was credible.

There's death talk
in the mosques.

You can't just
sweep it away, man.

Well, I've always said

I don't expect to live
to a ripe old age.

Mm-hmm.

You told that to
your little girls?

No, I didn't think so.

Look

starting today, I would like

to put some of my men
on a security detail,

both at your home
and when you travel.

They'll be discreet.

You won't even know
that they're there, Mal.

Brother, I appreciate you,

but I have followers
who guard me

when I'm out on the streets.

You need professionals.

I have finally gotten to a point

where I'm making inroads
with other Black leaders,

amongst a whole
range of churches,

the various civil
rights organizations,

political action groups
all across the country.

Yeah, I saw your
picture with King,

the white man's
favorite Black man.

Hey, I need all the
friends I can get.

Including me.

Brother, you know
with the narcotics,

it's difficult for me to
publicly accept your help.

That's not me being two-faced,

that's me dealing with
the realities of life,

which you so often
remind me to do.

And you remind me

that when the gangster
becomes political,

white America will tremble.

Indeed, I do.

Well, it works the
other way, too, Mal.

If you wanna be political,

you better be a
little "gangster."

Goddamnit, what's
taking so long?

Maybe those goddamn Dixiecrats
decided to filibuster

because of your
Powell Amendment,

which you shove into
every goddamn bill

that's anywhere near Washington.

What good is the
Civil Rights Act

if we can't deny federal
funding to racist institutions?

What good is it if we don't
have a Civil Rights Act?

Stop pacing. You're
making me nauseous.

My friend, if this all works,

it'll be largely because of you

and all your great work.

There's still much work to do,

if you want your Great Society.

We need a voting rights act,

Medicare, minimum wage,

public broadcasting...

Goddamnit, Adam, let's get

this blasted legislation
passed first.

Since man crawled
out of the slime

and started to hate each other,

there's never been
any law like this one.

But you're still not going
to invite me to the signing

if the bill passes.

You know I gotta throw
Martin Luther King a bone.

Yes?

Yes.

I see.

Thank you.

We did it!

- Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Thank you, Jesus!

Yeah.

Congratulations, Mr. President.

Adam, I have a
special gift for you.

Better than any stupid
pen I'd give out at the...

The signing.

I want you to have it.

That is my personal lighter.

Had it with me since
I first got elected

to Texas Congress in 1937.

I am honored.

Now, don't you go losing that
in any whorehouse, you hear?

Mr. President.

Adam Clayton Powell

does not pay for pussy.

And the
latest from Washington.

After a long Senate debate,
the Civil Rights Act of 1964

has passed both
houses of Congress

and will soon be signed
into law by President...

Man.

All these fools
got their hopes up

about some shit that
don't mean shit.

I know you don't mean that.

Hey, you really think
passing some law's

gonna change the
way people think?

Gotta
start somewhere.

Del, the world is changing.

All the races are gonna have to

start learning how to get along.

All I know is, if Whitey
hates me and my mama

and my granny and pappy

and everybody I know,

then I'm hating them back.

Can't you see that
by hating Whitey,

you're giving them power?

I'm just living in the
world I was born into.

They got nothing for me,
I got nothing for them.

I had to sneak out the
house, right out the window.

What the fuck happened?

He knows that Morgenthau
tried to get me to testify.

- Oh, fuck.
- I kept you out of it.

He's gonna find out somehow
as soon as he starts digging.

We need to tell him
that we got married

and that it's gonna be okay.

If we tell him we got married,

then he's gonna
fuckin' kill me anyway.

B-But we did it to protect him.

What?

That's not why I did it.

What are you talking about?

I did it 'cause I
love you, Stell.

To be honest,

I don't even know if I
care about him anymore.

I want you to be the
mother of my children.

I want to be a husband to you,

and I'm willing to give
up that whole fucking life

if it means I get
to be with you.

Do you really mean that?

Yeah.

If he so much as
lays a finger on you,

I'll rat him out to the Feds.

Don't talk like that.

Swear to God I would.

Maybe I'm crazy...

You are fucking crazy.

Mr. Mayor,
do you think

the police were justified
in firing their weapons

as much as they did?

Well, the Commissioner
has told me that, uh,

Oh.

It's a nasty scrape,
but it should heal.

How about you turn that off?

I can't stand to hear Mayor
Wagner blaming this on us.

No mention of James
Powell, either,

or why the riots started
in the first place.

What the hell happened?!

You were right... our peaceful
protest turned violent.

The police kept pushing us back,

and when they
started beating us,

the crowd started to fight back.

People were throwing rocks,
and we tried to run, and...

- Mayme fell.
- What happened to your eye?

A cop punched me.

You tell me who it
is. He's fucking dead.

- He's fucking dead.
- It is chaos out there.

Things have gotten
out of control.

And Malcolm's right.

The press only aggravates this

by making it seem like
we're the ones going wild.

Yeah, he might be right.

But I wish he'd use
his common sense

more for himself than
he does for the press.

- What do you mean?
- I got credible evidence

from Morgenthau himself

that there's going to be
an attempt on his life,

somebody from Mosque Number 7.

I told him I wanted
to help him out.

He wouldn't let me.

He's so fucking
stubborn, that guy.

Mosque Number 7? Who?

They don't know who or where.

At least, if they did,
they didn't tell me.

Hey, wait, wait!
Where you going?

I have to go to the mosque.

- You can't go out there.
- I have to.

If you gotta go, I
got men downstairs.

Want you to take one of
them with you, all right?

Hey.

Malcolm's
interview ends at 9:00.

It's gotten crazy out there.

Are we compromised?

The television studio
is in midtown Manhattan.

Ain't no riots in
Whitey's neighborhood.

No, Henry, but there
will be security,

and also police.

Half of the police have
already been sent uptown

to keep Black folk
from going down there.

Good.

Then we'll know where he is.

That hypocrite will
never miss a chance

to stand in front of
the white man's cameras.

He'll spread his lies and poison

by defaming the
Dear Holy Apostle.

He'll seduce the white devils

like he seduced Elise Johnson...

Enough.

Don't mention her name.

There's two methods of ingress
and egress at the studio...

The front door and the
side stage entrance.

I'll take the front.

Which gun do you want?

I've cleaned them both.

The Dear Holy Apostle
tempers his rage with mercy.

In this case, we cannot.

Tonight...

Malcolm dies.

Vincent, I know why
you called me here.

You were upset on the phone,

but I can assure you,
I found a solution.

All right, all
right, everybody out.

Out, come on, let's go.

Let's go! Out!

- You got a fucking wire on?!
- What're you doing?!

Let me see! Let me see!

Are you wearing a fucking wire?!

- No!
- You son of a bitch!

Huh?!

Fuckin' Morgenthau
called you in,

and didn't fucking
tell me, you fuck...

- I protected you!
- Don't you fucking dare!

I put my reputation as
a priest on the line,

and you question my loyalty?

You let me fucking
go. You let me go.

For years, I've listened to you

whine and moan under
the cover of confession

while I turned a blind eye
to your obvious criminality.

I have molly-coddled a man
who is in lockstep with Satan!

That's right! You do
Satan's handiwork.

From this point forward,

I will never take
your confession again.

All right, come on, I'm sorry.

I-I-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It was my idea to marry
your daughter to Ernie Nunzi

so they couldn't testify
against each other.

My idea!

Instead of thanking me,

you treat me like one
of your two-bit punks.

Ernie Nunzi married my daughter?

Livingston Wingate,

in all the years you've
been my chief counsel,

I have never seen
you take a drink.

- That's because I don't drink.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, you're going
to make an exception.

To the Civil Rights Act?

And John Fitzgerald Kennedy,

whose spirit helped
push the hand of LBJ.

Mm!

Oh, a great day for our people.

And, I dare say,

we can allow
ourselves to be bathed

in the glorious spirit of hope,

by the grace of God.

Well, I hate to be a
realist, Congressman,

but it's just a piece of paper

if no one takes it seriously.

It may even convince some
people that racism is over,

which it clearly is not.

For example, Jim Crow
may now be illegal,

but the Act doesn't
address past crimes.

Wingate, have another drink.

We interrupt
this broadcast

to bring you a
breaking news story.

Not to diminish this
historic moment,

I'm just saying, let's wait
and see how it affects...

Hey, driver, turn that up.

To stay indoors.

While the Civil Rights
Act may have passed today,

the streets of Harlem
are on fire at this hour,

as riots and looting break
out over the shooting

of an unarmed Black teenager.

The National Guard
has been called in

to try and contain the violence
as Mayor Wagner calls for calm.

More updates as
they are available.

Maybe the rioters will calm down

when they hear about the
Civil Rights Act being passed.

What are you doing here?

Where's Omar?

None of your business.

Where is he?

Get out of this mosque, traitor.

You best tell me what
the hell's going on

before I take these glasses
and shove them up your ass.

And if you even think
about lying to me,

I will end you.

I know you're wondering why I
bumped you up from Benny's crew,

made you my consigliere.

Well, I gotta admit,
I-I was surprised.

And honored.

So what I'm about to
say goes no further.

Of course.

Ernie and Benny, they
didn't like each other.

They had a dispute.

Ernie shot him in the head.

- What?
- Yeah.

We all thought it was Bonanno.

It wasn't.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Jesus Christ, why is this
fucking piece of shit

still walking the planet?

Well, he won't be for long.

I want you to take him out.

Hey.

Hey, Ern.

- Interrupting?
- No, go ahead.

- Boss, I got a great idea.
- What's that?

On account of that boy
who got shot up in Harlem,

Negroes are going crazy.

They're burning the
whole fuckin' place down.

Oh, fuckin' animals.

I got the perfect score...
United Bank of Harlem.

With all the looting going on,

we take it down, the
Negroes will get the blame.

But there'll be cops
all over the place.

Ah, that's the beauty of it.

They're gonna protect the
white business owners.

That's like 95% of
the stores up there.

The bank is Black-owned.

It'll be wide fucking open.

I like this idea.

You got a crew?

No, I was just gonna
sneak in, sneak out.

You should take Lombardi.

He's good with safes.

- Oh, yeah?
- Absolutely.

All right.

All right, so, Lombardi,
you go with him.

You got it, boss.

Go ahead. Yeah, get outta here.

Stop the car.

What's going on?

We've been stopped.

There's a police
blockade at 125th Street.

Well, how am I supposed
to get to my office?

I'm sorry, sir.

We'll have to wait here for now.

We're trapped.

Congressman Powell.

What are you doing?

Saluting you, sir, on
your great achievement.

You're drunk.

- Yeah.

Well, thing is, ever
since I left my law firm

to come work for you,
I've been in awe of you.

Your dedication... 50 bills
passed in the last year alone,

all helping minorities.

Our cause, my cause,
me and my family.

It's not just Harlem that
owes you a great debt,

it's the world.

Oh.

Maybe, Wingate.

Maybe.

But there's still so much to do.

So much.

Get away from me!

I don't hear that shit!

Move your ass, nigger!

- What the hell's going on?
- I don't know,

but they blocked the
whole damn street. Hey!

It's a fucking riot, man.
Look at all the cops.

We gotta get this
truck to the warehouse.

W-What am I supposed to do?

Put your elbow on that
horn, man, and drive, man!

- Oh, fuck!

Come on, motherfuckers!

- Back the fuck up!
- Move! Coming through!

What you
doing, man?! Come on!

Let's go,
let's go, let's go!

Whoo! What a trip!

- Junie Byrd!

Glad you made it
back safe, baby!

- Whoo!

- Welcome back, my brother.
- Junie,

these streets are crazy.
Let's get this shit unloaded.

Hey, yo, let's go, let's go!

One crate at a time, all
right? Treat each crate

like it's your motherfucking
girlfriend! Let's go!

- Let's get this thing counted.
- Put it over there.

Almost there, boys.

3,000 keys.

Yeah, it's a beautiful sight.

Junie, I'm concerned
about security here.

I don't want nobody
trying to break in.

I got some boys out front.

Yeah, yeah, but there's
cops everywhere.

And Negroes are tossing Molotov
cocktails and shit, you know?

Whole fucking place could go up.

I better call Bumpy.

You said you were gonna
stay in your room.

I'm not a child.

We need to talk.

Got something to tell you,
and you're not gonna like it.

But Ernie and I are married.

Yeah, I know that.

Father Louis told you?

- Yeah.
- And...?

I think he's a
piece of shit, okay?

He broke his oath,

and he killed my best friend.

And now he's using you to
protect himself from me.

You're so wrong
about everything.

- Fuck.
- I love him.

He's a fucking killer
and a fucking thief.

Just like you.

Don't they say girls always look

for a version of their father?

Listen, he wants
to better himself,

and I believe that he can.

And if he can change,
then maybe so can I.

And you, too.

And that's the only way
that this stinking world

is gonna get any better.

Jesus Christ.

You got feelings for him?

Yeah.

And he loves me.

You know that.

Look, we've put each
other through a lot, Dad,

but you should know
that I love you,

And I know you love me, too.

I think I can make a
go of it with Ernie.

But I need you to
let that happen.

Would you protect him
as much as you do me?

Would you promise me that?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Yeah.

The whole load is
in the warehouse?

Yeah.

Fantastic.

We did it, Chance.
We fucking did it!

Yeah, I don't know if we have
enough security here, Bumpy.

I saw stores up in flames,

cop cars all over
the damn streets.

No tellin' what's gonna happen.

Look, I think we might need to
move the duji somewhere else.

Okay. I'll be down there.

Just keep everything
under control.

Hold on. What's this?

Why are you wearing
that thing again?

I just came from the mosque.

Omar and Henry are
going to ambush Malcolm

after his television interview.

What? Where?

56th and Sixth.

Chance?

Don't know if I can
control things from here.

Look, we need you
down here, Bumpy.

I need you to do
your best, all right?

All right.

I gotta go take
care of something.

Okay. Hurry up, though.

I'm gonna go with you.

The hell you are.

Let me handle this.

You did good.

I'm proud of you.

And ain't nobody

gonna touch the man
that saved my daughter.

All right?

Be careful.

Please.

I will.

The police then came
into this bar behind me

and started
attacking the patrons

and the bartender
sitting in there.

Consequently, bottles
were thrown from the roof,

and the police started
firing their revolvers

at people on the roofs.

There was no bottles
thrown at the policemen.

It was... the bullet was
shot through the glass.

Thanks, fellas. I'll
be out in an hour.

Good evening. I'm Mike Wallace,

coming to you with
a Special Report.

In 1959, I had the privilege
of interviewing Malcolm X

for the documentary
presentation.

"The Hate That Hate Produced."

Tonight, as a riot grips
the streets of Harlem,

I welcome Malcolm X back to our
studios in midtown Manhattan.

Thank you for having me.

You were,
until recently,

associated with the
Nation of Islam,

this country's most powerful
Black supremacist group.

Are you still a
Black supremacist?

Well, if by
"supremacist," you mean

the supremacy of fair
and equal treatment,

the right not to be shot down
by police in our own streets,

then, yes, feel free
to call me that.

You have
openly advocated

violence against the white man.

No, sir, I have
openly advocated self-defense

against the violence
of the white man.

Do you not agree that
progress has been made?

Just today we learned
the Civil Rights Act

will be made the
law of the land.

Sir, the Civil Rights Act
is simply a piece of paper.

It bears little meaning
to the situation

of the Black man and woman

in the Black gulags
that we call "ghettoes."

You're referring
to the riots just north

of where we sit right now.

Yes, riots instigated
by the murder

of yet another defenseless
Black boy by a white cop.

Now, how long will this go on?

How long will a country

that is supposedly dedicated
to life and liberty

continue to deny that
same life and liberty

to its Black citizens?

Jesus.

Why, one might ask, would
Negroes spark a riot

and burn their own
communities and property

as an act of protest?

Mr. Wallace, barely
a hundred years ago,

Black people were bought and
sold as property themselves.

So perhaps to them, the concept
of property means nothing,

especially when that
property in Harlem

belongs to white landlords.

But wouldn't you
agree there has to be

a more productive
outlet for the rage?

How often has the
average white person

heard one of their
own begging for mercy

as the cops slam down
their billy clubs?

When was the last time
the average white person

experienced one of
their own children

being killed in
the streets by cops

for allegedly carrying a weapon

when yet no weapon was found?

When was the last time
the average white person

watched as their own

are killed in the
streets by cops,

and yet no jury will
convict them of murder?

Now, if the shoe were
on the other foot,

you'd say the rage
was justified.

A riot, as my recent
acquaintance Dr. King says,

is simply the language
of the unheard.

Get in
the fucking car!

Get in, you fucking
nigger! Get in the car!

Get over here!
You're safe in here!

Ernie! Ernie!

Ernie!

Oh, thank
God you're okay.

Ernie, hey. Where's Lombardi?

What the fuck? Boss,
what are you doing here?

Where's Lombardi?
I made a mistake.

He's right there.

- Oh, shit!

Lombardi, no!

Hey, fuck! Hey!

- Oh, shit.
- What's the matter, boss?

It's what you wanted.

Oh, fuck!

Boss, it's done. We gotta go.

Ernie, I tried, all right?

Let's go!

I tried.

You little fuck!

Go ahead.

Do it. Do it.

This ain't over.

Get the fuck outta here.

The riots in
Harlem have escalated

as police and firefighters
struggle to control the siege.

Fires have broken out
in dozens of warehouses

and local businesses as
vandals continue to run amok

on Harlem's streets.

More than 100 injuries and 450
arrests have been reported,

and the cost of property
damage continues to grow.

Mama, come here.

The riots began several days ago

in response to the shooting
of an unarmed Negro boy

by a New York City cop.

Many Harlemites
view the incident

as an unnecessary example
of police brutality.

Oh, my Lord.

And Senator Barry
Goldwater have...

Shit. Where
the fuck is Bumpy?

I told him to get down here.

Holy shit. The
duji's burning up.

There goes the fucking
French connection.

Just like that.

Up in flames.

All that trouble for nothing.

What was the fucking point?!

What was the point?

I have to tell her.

What? No.

No, I don't believe it.

Ernie's dead?

He should burn in
hell for what he's done.

I understand
why you're doing this.

I do.

I tried to save Ernie.

I did. You gotta believe me.

I got punishment coming to me.

I can take that. I
can... I can do that.

But, baby,
I didn't mean to hurt you.

I didn't.

I need you to believe
me, all right?

I need you to believe me, okay?

I love you, all right?

Vincent,
I'm afraid for you.

Don't worry, don't worry.

You know I can take
care of myself, huh?

- Let's go.
- Don't worry.

I'm gonna get you out.

- All right.
- Move it, buddy.

You
did the right thing.

My fellow citizens,

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

Ladies and gentlemen,
we believe that all men

are entitled to the
blessings of liberty,

yet millions are being
deprived of those blessings

not because of
their own failures

but because of the
color of their skin.

My fellow citizens, we have
come now to a time of testing.

We must not fail.

Let us close the springs
of racial poison.

Let us pray for wise and
understanding hearts.

Let us lay aside
irrelevant differences

and make our nation whole.