Godfather of Harlem (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Man of the Year - full transcript

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Fuckin' guineas.

You guys been trying to kill me
for three months.

He should die like a dog!

Fuck you.
I'd rather have my dope.

I'm proposing
a distribution network

that eliminates
the Italians.

Together, we're 10Harlems.

Ellsworth Johnson is a lot
more influential than I thought.

Don't move, motherfucker,
or you're next.

Consider that a warning.

Capisce?



Maybe it's crazy
that you and I thought

this thing between us
would work out.

We have
a warrant out for your arrest.

Cuff him.

What is happening?

Call Duncan. Arrange bail.

You have much to lose. I don't snitch.

Bumpy Johnson is doing
some very valuable work

for the federal government.

Where are the Freedom Riders?!

The activists were
found only after an informant

passed along a tip to
Federal authorities.

She's already seeing the world
for what it is.

Is it fair to let her live
with a lie?



You think she wasn't
traumatized enough?

Tell her you were a drug addict
for 10 years.

Let's just hope she doesn't
end up hating us both.

If your loyalty lies
with Malcolm...

Oh, no, we're not here
to sit in.

...you must leave
this mosque at once.

We came to stand up.

I don't want to stay
if you're not there.

I understand, but I'd like
to have someone

be my eyes and ears.

This is for Teddy,
you fucking asshole.

What the fuck
did you do?!

Fucking shoot her!

No!

You can't say nothing
to no one.

Secret to the day
we die.

What are we
talking about here?

We're talking about Benny!
He's not in fuckin' Miami!

It's the pornography
that got him killed.

That's
Bonanno's territory.

Listen, you're gonna need
to testify.

I already told you
everything I know.

Don't you ever
call me again.

Ladies and gentlemen,
distinguished guests,

good evening.

It is great to see so many
people here to honor

our good friend and neighbor,
Ellsworth Raymond Johnson,

better known to his friends...
And enemies... as "Bumpy."

When the Lennox Hill Society

wondered aloud
who should receive

this Man of the Year Award,

the answer was unequivocal.

We have gathered here today

to bring a new member
into this family.

A... A new member,
but it's more than that.

It's a... a new beginning.

Hey.

Relax.
Today's the day.

Alright? You look
like you're gonna shit your pants.

Yeah.
Fucking chills I get.

Alright.

Are you ready to take a blood
oath and swear your loyalty?

Yes, I am.

Trigger finger.

This drop of blood,
it symbolizes

your birth into our family.

And we are one until death.

Do you swear on your honor
to be faithful to this family?

I do.

Burn my flesh like the image of
this saint if I ever betray you.

As burns this saint,
so burns my soul.

I swear to enter this family
alive and exit it dead.

In accordance with the laws
of the Lennox Hill Society,

I declare this court open
for initiation.

Cometh thou hither
of thine own free will

to be initiated into
the secrets of this fraternity?

I do.

And are you willing
to take upon yourself

the responsibilities,
obligations, and trusts

of our order and be obedient
to its laws and regulations?

I am.

It was
a balmy, clear evening

when you started your journey
across the Dead Sea.

All beasts that have
traveled on this sea

have chosen which breed they
desire whilst on this journey.

What breed of beast
are you?

A wolfhound.

In order to gain entrance

to our sacred chamber,
Bumpy Johnson,

will you get down on all fours
and become the wolfhound?

You're fucking with me, right?

You're not serious.

Okay,
we can skip that part.

You must never divulge
the secrets of this Cosa Nostra.

You must never violate
the wife

or the children
of another member.

You must never become
involved in narcotics.

I swear to disown my father
and my mother,

my brothers, my sisters
in the interests of this family.

I swear to you.

From this day forward,

you are now a member
of the Genovese Family.

Alright. Alright.

Okay.

Your day, Ernie.
Your day.

Since 1932,
the Lennox Hill Society

has comprised men
of influence and integrity.

Do you solemnly swear
never to divulge any secret

or bring reproach upon the name
and honor of the society?

I solemnly swear
and affirm.

Brother Johnson...

I sincerely and fraternally
welcome you to our society

and bestow upon you the honor
of Man of the Year

for your good deeds
to the community.

Thank you.

I'm honored.

Thank you
for your generosity.

It is most appreciated.

Hope this buys me plenty
of influence and integrity.

♪ I got some customers,
they waiting on me ♪

♪ I got some chicks,
they be waiting on me ♪

♪ I got some haters,
they be waiting on me ♪

♪ I'm never on time
so they're waiting on me ♪

♪ I got that cook up
from the kitchen, man ♪

♪ I got that cook up
from the kitchen, man ♪

♪ I got that cook up
from the kitchen, man ♪

♪ I got that paper
from the paper bands ♪

♪ I got that paper
from the paper bands ♪

♪ I keep my money
in the rubber bands ♪

♪ I keep my money
in the rubber bands ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Change

♪ Ye-e-e-e-e-ah

♪ Open up my window again

♪ Open up my window again

♪ I can hear death
callin' my name ♪

♪ I can hear
death callin' again ♪

♪ I swear to God,
things ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I swear to God,
things ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver
with your name ♪

♪ I keep a revolver
with your name ♪

♪ Just in case

♪ Lay on my back
watchin' the ceilin' fan ♪

♪ I had a dream
to touch a kilo gram ♪

♪ Still at odds
with the Irish mob ♪

♪ Rolls-Royce down
Malcolm X Boulevard ♪

♪ Lord, these... really
out here preyin' on me ♪

♪ Got the .40 on me
and it's stayin' on me ♪

♪ Snow-white mink
like I'm Dutch Schultz ♪

♪ Run the books and let me
show you how the numbers look ♪

♪ You can't be Lucky
like you Luciano ♪

♪ The kilos slammin'
like they new pianos ♪

♪ And Fat Boy got the big body

♪ Coast to coast,
I could shoot product ♪

♪ Open up my window again

♪ Open up my window again

♪ I can hear death
callin' my name ♪

♪ I can hear death
callin' again ♪

♪ I swear to God,
things ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I swear to God,
things ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver
with your name ♪

♪ I keep a revolver
with your name ♪

♪ Just in case

Bumpy, your membership
in the Lennox Hill Society

offers us
a unique opportunity.

I am pleased to introduce
Brother Dayton,

president
of the United Bank of Harlem;

and Brother Clinkscale,

New York's only Negro
Superior Court judge.

Pleasure.

Nice.

Please, Brothers,
have a seat.

I've had a look at your
financials, Brother Johnson,

and it seems you're already
quite sophisticated

in methods of turning...

Let's call it "suspicious"
income into clean money.

For years,
I've done my placement

and layering through different
shell companies in the Bahamas,

but, um, due to
the political situation there,

and my recent
business success,

I'm, uh,
seeking more local avenues.

Which is why I joined
the society.

And of course, the wonderful
social and intellectual

gatherings
that the society promotes.

Yeah, yeah.
Of course.

Does this have anything to do
with Robert Morgenthau?

You're sharp, Judge.

As I'm sure you're aware,

Morgenthau is investigating
the Five Families.

And you as well.

Well, not my group.

As a result, I'm going to
have to have to raise

the standard commission
from 6% to 12%.

12%?

You promised me 6%.

You didn't say anything
about Robert Morgenthau.

Take it or leave it,
Brother Johnson.

I see the influence.

Just not the integrity.

Sandra.

You look
so much better today.

Thanks to you,
and the other sisters.

Thanks to Allah.

You asked him to help you
kick that duji, and he listened.

Yeah, well, as long
as my baby is born safe,

and not hooked on the drug,
I'll be happy.

In Islam, we ask for blessings
for others,

not just for ourselves.

It's called Dua.

I'll be praying
for you both.

One of the sisters said
you're Bumpy Johnson's daughter.

I am.

Well, Bumpy Johnson
had the best shit.

And... now his daughter's here
helping me get well.

Don't you think
that's funny?

I just... I pray my baby
never gets hooked on the duji.

If she's raised as a Muslim,
she'll have all the tools

she needs
to live a clean life,

free from drugs, alcohol,
promiscuity.

I'd like that.

I don't want my child
to turn out like me.

Daddy, I'm so excited to go
to the Geechee tonight.

If you're done with
your homework, then maybe.

But they're giving you an award,
and I wanna see it.

It ain't much.

Mommy and I put an advertisement
in the ad book.

Ah.

What's an ad book for?

Ah, awards like this, people buy
pages in an ad book...

Mm-hmm... to say congratulations.

But really, it's just a way

for the organization
to make some money.

That's it.
Hmm.

So it's a hustler move?

Where'd you hear that?

Isn't that
what you always say?

Yeah, an ad book
is a... is a hustler move.

Give me a hug.

Okay, you study hard
in school today, alright? Mm-hmm, alright.

Hi, Margaret.Elise.

What're
you doing here?

I needed a word
with your daddy.

See you later. Don't be late, alright?

I wanted to talk to you.

About what?

Margaret.

Alright.

What's going on?

I'm gonna
tell her the truth.

I'm not her sister.
I'm her mother.

You're not gonna start
this now, are you?

We made a decision.

We did. I did.

But things are different now.
I've got my life together.

I want to raise her
as a Muslim.

How 'bout we wait
a couple of years?

Uh, she'll be older, and she
can decide for herself.

No, Daddy.
It's time.

Look, we need to, uh,
ease into this.

How about we start off with, uh,
getting you a better apartment

so she can come over
and spend the night sometimes?

You can't buy your way
out of this.

I'll tell you this... My daughter's
not gonna be a Muslim.

Your granddaughter.

And besides, when I was sick,
you took me to a Muslim detox.

That religion got me straight.
You don't even have a faith.

What are you gonna tell her when
she wants to know who her father is?

The truth.
Coulda been anyone.

Goddamnit, Elise.

I'm begging you.
Don't do this.

Why is the truth
so frightening to you?

What're you hiding?

I got nothing to hide.

You pretend to be
an honest businessman,

but you sell drugs
and run numbers.

You pretend to be a father,
but you are a grandfather.

Don't you want to
stop pretending?

And you pretended to be
a goddamn saint

when for years
you were a prostitute

selling yourself for drugs.

Which you supplied.

Ain't that the word
on the street?

Bumpy Johnson
has the best shit.

♪ Hold up, wait a minute ♪

♪ Hold up, wait a minute ♪

♪ There's something
I'd like to say, yeah ♪

♪ Don't pretend
that you ain't in it ♪

♪ 'Cause Lord knows
we're in it ♪

♪ We've all got a part
to play, yeah ♪

♪ They want us in opposition? ♪

♪ I've got a proposition ♪

♪ Don't turn and look away, no ♪

♪ You're awake
but are you woke? ♪

Che bella.

Buongiorno.

Uh, I wanted to
talk to you.

You got a minute?

Sure.

Siddown.

What's going on
in that noggin of yours?

I know I've been acting
kind of weird lately

and that you've been
worried about me.

I think I know
what'll help.

What's that?

I need to tell the truth.

It's good to be honest.

I mean, without the truth,

there's no trust
between friends.

And especially family.
I mean, I-I'm your father.

We should be able to talk
about... anything, right?

I shot Benny.

Don't fuck around.

I want you to forgive me
like I forgave you

for what happened to Teddy.

Then we would be even.

That ain't funny, Stella.

I shot him.

Jesus Christ.
In the leg.

Come on!
What are you doing? Ernie finished him off.

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

I knew you couldn't deal
with the truth.

Come on!
Stella, come on!

O-Okay.
W-Where's Benny's body?

Ernie drove it up
to Brocco's farm.

You know, in Duchess County,
where you guys dump your bodies.

He buried him there next
to the big old apple tree.

Did Ernie tell you that?

What... What... What...
What's going on?

I'm just tired of secrets.

You're back.

I thought you were going
straight to work.

Okay, which dress do you think
I should wear tonight?

The red one, which I
haven't worn in years?

Or this black one,
which I always wear?

Hmm.

I think you look beautiful
in both.

Some help.

By the way, we got copies
of the ad book.

It's gorgeous.

Mm.

You don't seem impressed.

Elise came by
the school today.

She says she wants
to tell Margaret

that she's her mother and she
wants to raise her as a Muslim.

What?

She says she's gonna
tell her tonight,

despite what
we've all agreed.

Oh, Lord, I knew it.

She has been hinting
at this for months.

What are we gonna do?

I tried to talk some sense
into her,

but she wouldn't listen
to me.

Oh, raise her as a Muslim?

It's ridiculous. First things first...

What are we gonna do if she tells
Margaret that she's her mother?

Well, she's not gonna get
the chance.

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

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

She's your fucking daughter.
Fix this.

I don't care
how you get it done.

Come on.

Mayme.

My father had the nerve
to try to bribe me.

It's my right to raise
my daughter as a Muslim.

I believe that's your right,
too.

What do you think,
Betty?

Yes.
Of course.

But...

perhaps it was wrong
to spring it on him like that.

The only way for her to deal
with this

is to be direct
and to the point.

When I was talking to this
young pregnant girl

in detox about raising
her child in Islam,

I knew what I had to do.

But I'm not sure you're taking
into account the many years

Mayme spent
devoted to that child.

I am quite aware,
and I am grateful.

And for Margaret,
her real mother is Mayme.

Betty, I think you're...

I think you're missing
the point.

Am I?

The child's whole upbringing
is based on a lie.

And Mayme
is raising my daughter

in the white man's
Christianity.

It's a Black church,
run by a Black minister.

Still, it's the white man's
Christianity.

Muslim or Christian,
a mother's a mother.

And as a mother, I'm hoping
I can get Mayme to understand.

It's my father
who I'm worried about.

Bumpy's a man of reason.
Let me have a word with him.

Maybe I can help him
see your point.

I would
so appreciate that.

How would she know that we use
the farm in Duchess County?

How would she know that?

I got no idea.

And you didn't tell her?

Are you fucking crazy?
Of course not.

Maybe she heard
somebody talkin' in here.

You know how
these fucking momos are.

They got big mouths.

Yeah.

Look...

Why would she tell me
that her and Ernie killed Benny?

Why?

Boss, she ain't right
in the head.

That's why you sent her to that
nuthouse in the first place.

She's still fucked up over that
mulignanthat Benny clipped.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
that's not what I'm saying.

I'm saying why...
Why that lie?

Why? What, because she hates me
so fucking much?

Maybe 'cause she loves you.
You ever think of that?

What?

Stella did not kill Benny.
This is fucking nuts.

But maybe she wants you
to forgive her

for hating Benny so much,

because you banished Benny
because of her.

Now she's feeling guilty.

It's like...
psychological.

You know, in the head.

Get the fuck outta here.

What, are you fucking
kidding me?

Come on.

You got to find out
what the fuck is going on.

You go up to that fucking
Brocco's farm, you understand?

And you tell me what's what.

Alright?
Psychological.

What?
Psychological?

Really?
Psychological?

Get the fuck outta here.

What, are you
fucking Sigmund Freud?

Get the fuck outta here!
Psychological.

I've been
doing this for days.

My fingers feel like
they're bleeding.

Yeah.
I found it.

Found what, Miss Willa?

You know,
whoever put this together,

they're really, really clever.

How so?

Well, this has been going on
for about three months.

So the money coming in,

you know, it meets
the monthly projections,

until you compare
the amount of cut we're using

on the unadulterated duji.

I failed math.

What the hell are you
talking about, Miss Willa?

I-I... This is all about
my numbers and my figures.Right.

Okay, but, please,
explain your figures.

The numbers are good,
okay?

No one is stealing money.

Nobody's coming in
and taking cash.

But it appears someone
may be stealing dope.

How can you tell?

Well, for three months,
the amount of pure dope

in the cut was 9%,

and then Bumpy came
and, you know,

adjusted it down to 8%
and then to 7%.Mm-hmm.

So whoever is
reporting these numbers

is not reporting them...
accurately,

because, frankly,
there should be more money here.

How much more?

Well, over three months?
At least $200,000.

You know, so, whosever job
this is, you know,

it's probably the same person
who's ripping off Bumpy.

Junie Byrd?

It cannot be.

Listen, I've found that in life
and in business,

it's very hard to find
people you can trust.

Especially
when it comes to duji.

Well, if it ain't
the Man of the Year.

Oh, you heard about that?

Yeah,
it seems you're being, uh,

honored for your
"civic contributions."

I'm helping
the Lennox Hill Society

raise some money, man.

Yeah, I bet you are.

All those bourgeois Negroes
paying $100 a plate

to sit with
a real live "gangster."

So, what was so important
that you needed to see me now?

Elise.

Oh.
I see.

She brought you
in on this too.

Figures.

Well, I'd like to
stay neutral if I can.

I'm just trying to help.

You want to help?

Get Elise to stop
all this bullshit.

She wants to raise Margaret
as a Muslim,

and that just
ain't gonna happen, man.

Well, in every crisis
there is opportunity.

And perhaps this is
an opportunity for you to grow.

What do you mean?

Bumpy, you, uh...
You are a man of...

many contradictions.

You write poetry
in the morning,

and yet you slash someone's
throat later in the day.

You're to receive an award
for your community work,

yet you poison
the community with drugs.

Brother, if you were
to acknowledge

what your business
does to your people,

you wouldn't even show up
to accept that award.

Half the men who follow you

are criminals with blood
on their hands.

Who have sought redemption
through their faith.

Faith is an opiate
that you peddle.

You think
you're so superior.

I've never said that.

All you do is talk.

Me?
I do shit.

I send people to college.
I help people get jobs.

I provide for my family.

What's so criminal
about that?

Brother, I love you.

I do.

But you are a man
of contradictions.

And at some point,
those different parts of you

have to come together.

So, what are you offering me,
Malcolm?

What's your sage advice?

Make yourself whole.

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

will reject the bad.

If you want to do
right by Margaret,

my suggestion is that
you tell her the truth.

You're dreaming, Malcolm.

Me?
I'm practical.

I know
how the world works.

I can't have just
one personality.

I got to have many, or else
everything that I care about,

everything I hold dear,

everything that's in my heart
will just go away.

I think Miss Willa
did some wrong figuring.

Why would Junie
steal from us?

If Miss Willa says 200 grand
is missing, it's missing.

But that's insane.

Bumpy trusts Junie almost
as much as he trusts us.

Money has a way
of turning anybody.

Hmm.

I don't believe it.

Why? Hmm?
Why would he betray Bumpy?

'Cause he thinks he can
get away with it.

'Cause Bumpy
would never doubt him.

Hmm.

You ain't got no trust
for no one, huh?

You're damn right.
I don't even trust my own mama.

She used to slap me around
in the fuckin' crib,

and she loved me
more than anybody.

Del,
I'm worried for you, man.

Oh, go worry
about yourself.

So, let's go have a little
talk with little old Junie. Mm.

And let's hope this
is all a mistake,

Any nigger... Mm.

...that steals duji...Come on.

...gets a bullet.

Hey.

How did it go?

Malcolm's on her side.

He's not gonna be
of any help to us.

Well,
what are we gonna do?

I'm not sure.
Yet.

Can we get Archie to file some
kind of a preemptive lawsuit?

Any court in the state's gonna
grant her maternity rights.

I mean, we never officially
even adopted her.

That was
a goddamn mistake.

We tried. Remember?
Elise wouldn't allow it.

Mayme, maybe it's time
we told Margaret the truth.

I mean, she's gonna
find out eventually.

When she's an adult.

Right now she is a child,

and I'm not gonna
let that happen.

Where you going?

To talk to that daughter
of yours, woman to woman,

before she destroys
our family.

I hear
you're no longer working

with that mulignan
Bumpy Johnson.

It's about time
you came to your senses.

This is a great opportunity
for us.

You got to listen to me.

You know what?
Go fuck yourself, Joe.

You killed Benny Mangano.

Mangano? Yeah.

Why would I touch
that scumbag?

Because he was horning in
on your pornography business.

He was a made man.

You know he was my friend.

Is that why you killed
Rocco Capisi?

He had nothing to do
with Mangano's death.

That dumb fuck
was fencing jewelry.

That ain't what I heard.

Come on.
Smarten up, you degenerate.

We... We got bigger
problems to worry about.

I think Bumpy Johnson
killed Jean Jehan.

I mean, he's trying to take over
our dope connection.

You know what, Joe?
Go fuck yourself.

Come on.

Shut the door.

You went to Duchess County?

Yeah, I went up
to Brocco's farm.

He's fucking half blind.
He doesn't even know...

Look, I don't fucking care
about Brocco, alright?

Did...
Did you find something?

Tell me
you didn't find Benny.

I don't know how to tell you
this, boss.

I found Benny's body.

Just where she said
it was gonna be.

Next to the apple tree,
just like you said she said.

I dug him up.

I looked at the body.

Shot in the leg?

Yeah.

The thigh.

And also one
between the eyes.

Mother of Mary,
what did she do?

This means that Bonanno
had nothing to do with it.

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

Shut the fuck up!
I know what it means!

What am I... stupid?!

Sorry.
I'm just saying.

No one
can know about this.

You understand that,
Gino?

This thing
goes to your grave.

That goes without saying, boss.
Come on.

Yeah.

Tell Ernie...

to meet me at 8:00 tonight.

Don't tell him nothing.

Okay.

Alright, give me
a few minutes, huh?

Boss, if you need anything,
you let me know.

And if you need me to put
a bullet

in Ernie's fucking head,
just ask.

Be my fuckin' pleasure.

- Everybody clear out! Get the fuck out
of here now! Junie - What? What's going on?

Go to the bathroom!
Go to the automat!

Don't disappear!
This shift ain't over!

Get the fuck over here.

How come you stealing dope
from Bumpy?

I would never steal
from Bumpy.

You got a gambling debt?
You owe a loan shark?

Come on.
Hell no!

It's missing, Junie.

200 grand worth of dope
disappeared into thin air.

I didn't take it. Then who did?

You in charge of this whole
motherfucking operation.

Chance, listen. I don't think
it was him, alright?

Let's... Let's...
Let's leave him be. Shut the fuck up.

Goddamnit, Chance.
What the fuck are you doing?

I'm gonna need an answer,
Junie.

I'm gonna count from 10.

10, 9, 8...

Chance, please. Come on, man.

Chance,
put the fucking gun away!...4...

Please.
...3, 2!

Come on, damn it! Come on, man!

Let me talk to you
right now!

Come on, man!
Let's get out of here!

It don't smell right!

Come on! Let's go, man! Stop pushing me!

Let me talk to you... Let me talk
to you now! Get the fuck off of me!

Let me talk to you!

I remember seeing you lying
in one of those beds.

Sweating.

Trying to get off the dope.

And succeeding.

The Muslim faith and its
practices saved my life.

And I saved
your baby's life

when you weren't there
to take care of her.

You carried her to term,
but I was her mother.

I raised her.
She calls me Mama.

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

Let me take what's mine.

I can't have children.

Did you know that?

No.

I...

was raped
by a family friend

when I was 14.

I got pregnant.

Had to get it
taken care of by myself.

I couldn't tell anyone.
I felt... such shame.

You had an abortion.

By a butcher.

For $5.
He messed me for good.

I'm so sorry.

I never told Bumpy.

I didn't have
the courage.

So...

...when Bumpy said w...

We were going to raise
your little girl,

you can imagine
how overjoyed I felt.

I understand.

It's not easy
living with your father.

Out all hours of the night
and day,

not knowing if he's gonna
come back dead or alive.

Margaret...

is my only constant.

Please
don't take that away from me.

I honestly think I will die
without her.

I honestly think I will.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

What do you wish
to confess?

It's my daughter...
My daughter.

Vincent,
are you alright?

Stella...
She shot a man.

She committed a mortal sin
because of me.

Because of something
that I did,

because of something
I should have taken care of.

I don't believe it.

Is she gonna burn in hell?

Tell me, is she gonna
burn in hell?

Am I?

Vincent,
get a hold of yourself.

Now, Stella confessed to me

that she was thinking
about hurting someone,

but I believe
I talked her out of it.

Now, we... we all have
these feelings, Vincent,

where we get so angry
that we want...

Fuck you!

You shut the fuck up!

You shut the fuck up
and tell me what I do!

Huh?!

How do I punish her?!
Just fucking tell me!

Tell me what I do, please!

Huh?!

Fuck.

Oh, Christ the Redeemer,

cast out Satan's influence
from this family.

So, what was so important that
you had to pull me out of there?

It was me.

What was you?

I stole the duji, not...
Not Junie.

What?

What?! Why?

Why?

The first time, it was just
a quarter of a key.

It was
a stupid gambling bet.

Come on, man, you know
how I like them horses.

It was that fucking
Lambchops, man.

I thought it was
a sure thing.

That horse that had
a heart attack at Aqueduct?

Chance, I bet the mother lode
on that race.

I-I bet $50,000 on it.

So, of course,
I had to make it back.

So you doubled down.

Tripled down.

You been with me
for 15 years.

You couldn't just come to me
for help?

I mean, what the fuck,
Nat?

Man, it was too much.

A-And you're always busting
my balls

for gambling and shit.

And now you know why.

Look,
I'm gonna pay it back, man.

Every dime.

Bumpy don't never
need to know.

How'd you steal the dope?

You know how I go up to Maine
to get the quinine?

Mm-hmm.

When I brought it
to Junie,

it wasn't hard to lift
a key or two.

Who'd you sell the duji to?
Who else was part of this?

I put it up to Reggie
in Baltimore.

Look, he ain't down
with this "10 Harlems" thing.

Thinks it's bunk.

That's it?
Nobody else?

Come on, Chance.
You know me.

Nobody knows about this.

Listen, I swear, man,

I will pay Bumpy back
every dime,

no matter how long
it takes.

I'll pay it back.

Nat, I think your horse
just came in,

and his name is
Lucky Motherfucker.

Yeah.

You really are fucking nuts,
you know that?

You got a death wish, or are you
just trying to murder me?

Or what is it?
You hate me? No, I don't hate you.

Yeah, you fucking
hate me, right? I don't.

Then why the fuck
would you do that?

Why would you tell your father
we killed Benny?

I just wanted to tell him
the truth.

I'm tired of lying. Oh,
you're tired of lying?

Your father wants to have
a fucking sit-down with me.

I've been made for two days,
and I'm gonna be a dead man.

Two days.

You just need to go out of town
for a couple of days.

What the fuck
does that mean?

Just go out of town
for a couple of days,

and I'll figure out
the rest.

And how are you
gonna do that?

I'm gonna
figure it out.

You trust me?

I don't know
how to trust you.

Go.
Trust me.

Joe. Hey, listen,
uh, you were right.

You didn't have nothing to do
with Benny.

Fucking right I didn't.

Alright, so what's this thing
about Johnson?

I know a way we can take back
the Marseille dope

and bury that Black motherfucker
once and for all.

He ain't the man
he thinks he is.

♪ Please forgive me

♪ Please forgive me

♪ Lord, forgive me

♪ Lord, forgive me

♪ For all my sins

♪ All my sins

♪ Please forgive me

♪ Please forgive me

♪ Lord, forgive me

♪ Lord, forgive me

♪ For all my sins

♪ Say what?

♪ But a man gotta do
what a man gotta do ♪

♪ I ain't even ask
to be dangerous like this ♪

♪ But I gotta survive

♪ Please forgive me

♪ Lord, forgive me

Hey.

♪ For all my sins

What's going on?

I invited her
to the award ceremony.

I think we've come
to a compromise.

What's that?

I think we should tell Margaret
the truth.

Elise has agreed to let her
stay with us

until she is old enough
to choose her own path.

I see.

But we're gonna wait
to tell her till tomorrow

so we don't ruin
your big night.

I was looking
at that ad book.

Got a picture of the family
in it.

But my daughter Elise,
she's missing from it.

They want to give me
the Man of the Year Award,

but I got to pay for it.

It's bullshit.
I can't stand for it anymore.

You're right.

We should tell Margaret
the truth.

We need to tell her now.

What are you doing?

Getting ready to clip
this cocksucker Ernie.

No. No.

Benny, he was
my best friend, okay?

I should be the one
to do it.

Stella, what the fuck
are you doing here?

Just wanted to see
how mob justice works.

No, no, no.
You go home.

Lorenzo and Teddy both died
because they loved me,

and now you're getting ready
to kill Ernie, too?

We're not gonna kill anybody.
We just want to talk to him.

That's bullshit.
Ernie killed a made guy.

I know how this works.
He has to pay.

But I'm the one
that shot Benny,

so if you kill him,
you got to kill me.

Go on!
Do it.

Kill me for killing
Benny Mangano.

Shut up!

No.
Shut up!

No!

You need to take
your daughter home.

I'll go find Ernie.

If you touch him,
I'll kill you, too.

Whoa, whoa.
Hey, whoa.

Why are you doing this?! Isn't this
what you would do?

No, this stuff
ain't your concern.

You understand?
Just tell us where Ernie is!

I don't know. This is family business!

Right. This family
or your own flesh and blood?

Which one's more important,
Dad?

You need to control
your daughter, boss.

He's been trying to do that
my whole life.

Which is it, Dad?

Is it this,
or is it your family?

'Cause you got to
make a choice.

You got to choose
between me and this shit.

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

With respect to you,
boss,

I'll never mention your
daughter's involvement in this.

But Ernie?
He's got to go.

If he goes, so do I.

Boss, you took an oath,
just like the rest of us.

This thing of ours
is above family, above even God.

If it's above God,
why don't you let this

fucking punk kill me now?

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

I'm not sure
I should've done that.

But nobody knows
who killed Benny, right? So...

I mean, except you,
Ernie, and me.

So, this secret here,
it stays between us.

You understand?

Sometimes we keep things
from each other

'cause we wanna protect
each other from pain.

And sometimes we do it
for selfish reasons

because we want to keep
something that isn't ours.

That's not right, Daddy.

No.

It's not, little one.

But just remember
that we're a family.

We love you, and that will
never, ever change.

But...

sometimes there are secrets
that, um,

are not meant to be kept,

and this is one of them.

What your daddy's
saying is...

Margaret.

I'm not your daddy.

What?

And I wasn't a good daddy
to Elise.

I was so caught up in my life
and in my business.

I was absent,

and in that absence,

I almost wrecked
the child I loved.

Then you came along,
and I thought, through you,

I thought I had
a second chance.

I could protect you like
I couldn't protect Elise.

But protecting someone
from the truth

is not protecting them at all.

And the truth is...

I'm your birth mother,
Margaret.

And I wasn't able to take care
of you at the time,

and that was my fault.

Why?

Because I was
a drug addict.

So, Mayme is the one
who raised you.

So, "mama" and "daddy"
and "sister,"

they're just words.

What really matters is that
the three of us love you

to the end of the earth.

In Islam,
we say that heaven

lies under the feet
of your mother.

Now you got plenty of heaven,
Margaret.

Because I have
two mommies?

Yes.

And, Margaret,
you're gonna hear

a lot of things about your...
Your daddy.

I mean,
your... your granddaddy.

Some of them will be good,
and some of them will be bad.

Like Malcolm said, I'm a man
of many contradictions, but...

one day, when you're older,

I'm gonna explain
everything to you.

No more secrets.

Ellsworth, we can probably
make the award ceremony.

To hell with it.
Let's go get some ice cream.

Mm.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I am proud to introduce a man...

No, not a man, a legend...

Whose generosity
knows no bounds.

The Harlem Community Center,

the annual Christmas jamboree,

and most recently,
the Harlem Voter drive,

all address the problems that
Ellsworth thought needed fixing,

a family man
whose character is unassailable.

Thus,
when the Lennox Hill Society

wondered aloud
who should receive

this Man of the Year Award,

the answer was unequivocal...
Bumpy Johnson.

Let's give a big round
of applause to Bumpy Johnson.

Where's our Man of the Year?

Bumpy?
Are you in the house?

Where are you, my man?

♪ Please forgive me

♪ Please forgive me

♪ Lord, forgive me

♪ Lord, forgive me

♪ For all my sins

♪ Say what?

♪ But a man gotta do
what a man gotta do ♪

♪ You know the game get tricky,
but real G's find a way ♪

♪ Sleep with my eyes open,
pray the streets don't take me ♪

♪ I'll be calculating daily

♪ Niggas tell 'em
dozzie selling shit crazy ♪

♪ Shit changed,
but this lifestyle made it ♪

♪ But this pain really made me
who I am ♪

♪ I've been going so hard,
I cannot stop now ♪

♪ 'Cause a man gotta do
what a man gotta do ♪

♪ Stand for something,
my nigga ♪

♪ Don't just fall
for the foolery ♪

♪ Please forgive me

♪ Please forgive me

♪ Lord, forgive me

♪ Lord, forgive me

♪ For all my sins