Godfather of Harlem (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - The Negro in White America - full transcript
My fellow citizens,
I am about to sign into law
the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
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.
This is for Teddy.
Ernie and Benny,
they didn't like each other.
Ernie shot him in the head.
I want you to take him out.
Ernie and I
are married. I love him.
I want you to protect
him as much as you do me.
- Yeah.
- Boss, what are you doing here?
- Where's Lombardi?
- He's right there.
Lombardi, no!
Ernie, I tried, all right?
What's the matter,
boss? It's what you wanted.
He should burn in
hell for what he's done.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I love you, all right?
Don't worry. I'm
gonna get you out.
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.
Tonight Malcolm dies.
Omar and Henry are
gonna ambush Malcolm
after his television interview.
This ain't over.
With the biggest
duji shipment in history.
Three
thousand keys.
I saw
stores up in flames,
cop cars all over
the damn streets.
We need to move the
duji somewhere else.
Just keep everything
under control.
There goes the fucking
French connection.
Just like that. Up in flames.
♪ When your life ain't
right, it don't mean much ♪
♪ You put the knife in
right, you get a clean cut ♪
♪ Yeah, hopefully
I hit an artery ♪
♪ How it's supposed to be
♪ And usually how it gotta be
♪ If you live to see 30,
you hit the lottery ♪
♪ And I don't need you to
hit a button to follow me ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
Hands up! Get out the truck!
On your fucking
knees. On your knees!
Down! Down!
Oh, shit!
Stop right there!
Drop the fucking bags!
Get down on the ground
or I'll blow your
fucking head off.
♪ Yeah
♪ Change
♪ Yeah
♪ 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
[rapping] ♪ 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 his hand on me ♪
♪ Snow-white mink like
I'm Dutch Schultz ♪
♪ Run the books and let me s
how 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
The Harlem riots have
finally started to calm down
after three days of chaos.
It all started when
an off-duty cop
shot a 15-year-old
black boy, James Powell,
setting off a wave of discontent
through the Negro community
just as the Civil Rights Act
was passed in Washington.
Hundreds of National
Guard were called in,
and millions of dollars
of destruction has all
but leveled large
parts of the city.
Thousands of protestors
attacked police officers,
which rapidly degenerated
into wanton looting,
as vandals destroyed storefronts
and violence spread
like a plague.
They act like we brought
this on ourselves.
Like we want a reason
to burn down our homes.
It's the news' job to keep
little old white ladies
clutching their purses
whenever we walk by.
Somebody's son is dead.
You've been awfully quiet.
Mayme, I had it.
The French connection.
Thousands of kilos
under my control.
The Italians were
buying from me.
I was in charge.
I dotted every "I."
I crossed every "T."
And then Harlem spits
fire in my face,
and everything just
goes up in smoke.
Baby, no one could have
anticipated these riots.
Now I look like a joke.
I'm crawling back to the
Italians with my checkbook.
Millions of dollars in the hole.
And I was supposed to
be their boss for good.
You took a hit, and it hurts,
just like Harlem did
with these riots,
but we will rebuild
and come back better
and stronger than ever.
And so will you.
You'll see.
These riots weren't
just about Harlem.
You name the city, the Black
man's anger is here, fermenting.
It was stones yesterday,
Molotov cocktails today.
It will be hand
grenades tomorrow.
I'm not inciting violence,
just warning of a
powder-keg situation.
You can take it or leave it.
But if you ignore it
or ridicule it, well,
death is already
at your doorstep.
History
demonstrates that nothing,
nothing prepares
a way for tyranny
more than the failure
of public officials
to keep the streets safe
from bullies and marauders.
That son of a bitch.
Now...
Goldwater is laying those
riots right at my doorstep.
Distorting my whole record.
Saying I'm soft on
crime, soft on Communism.
He even thinks I'm too soft to
drop a goddamn nuclear bomb.
Well, I assure
you, Mr. President,
that Negro voters
don't believe that.
I ain't worried
about Negro voters.
I'm worried about white ones.
No sooner do I sign
the Civil Rights Act
than riots break out.
If this spreads to other cities,
Goldwater's gonna win
the goddamn presidency.
Well, sir, the
millions of dollars
that you have bestowed
upon urban communities
in the wake of
these disturbances
will help restore the
Negro's faith in government.
A man with a Molotov
cocktail in his hand
is not fighting for civil rights
any more than a Klansman
with a sheet on his back.
They're both lawbreakers
and criminals.
With one essential
difference, if I may.
One will kill to
protect what he has.
The other to demand
what he hasn't.
I'm adding it up.
Let's see what we got.
And that is the sum total
of all your assets at hand.
That include the Geechee Club?
Geechee's got a banknote.
The principal is only $200,000.
How much we got
out on the street?
Between bookmaking and loans,
I figure half a million.
Get out there and collect from
anyone who owes us a nickel.
Niggas is broke, Bump.
Can't squeeze
blood from a stone.
Yeah, man, you took a loss.
So should the guineas.
I gave my word that I'd
deliver. I keep my word.
Hit the streets.
Alright.
Miss Willa.
You know, the
interest on $3 million
is $400,000... a week.
You're just not equipped
to carry that kind of debt.
What's that on your sleeve?
- Charcoal?
- Oh.
They torched the
building, child.
Fire department
didn't even show up.
- Where you staying?
- My sister's.
She got four kids. Why
didn't you tell me?
What was I gonna tell you?
Listen, you got
problems of your own.
What are you doing?
Don't do that.
A grand ain't gonna make a
difference, more or less.
Find yourself a place.
Thank you.
I pay my debts.
You guys know that.
No one could have
predicted that riot.
Bumpy, can I ask you a question?
Fire away.
I understand why the
Negroes are really angry
because the cops
killed that kid,
but why the fuck do you burn
your own neighborhoods down?
We don't own the neighborhoods.
White folks do.
Stealing, looting...
It doesn't reflect very
well on your people.
We steal... you, me,
the Five Families.
The American Mafia
was founded because
Italians couldn't even get a
fair shake in this country,
let alone how could a Negro?
Enough history lessons, yeah?
I need some time.
Then I can square it with
each and every one of you.
You have to see Joe Colombo.
The capo in the Profaci Family?
It's the Colombo Family now.
After Profaci died, we elevated
him to the boss of the family.
Or should I say,
Chin elevated him.
Any monies due, you
owe to Joe Colombo.
Well...
I hope he's reasonable
like you, Tommy.
Don't count on it.
You know these kids today.
They're out of control.
Hey.
I know Chin's in
jail, so that's why he sent you,
but Tommy Lucchese can't
bother to see me himself?
I'm his associate,
you fucking prick.
Now, Tommy wants to know
when he's getting his money
back from that
nigger Bumpy Johnson.
I'm working on it.
Gio, it's only been
a couple of days.
Why Chin wanted this
wet-behind-the-ears mammone
to collect his
debt is beyond me.
Chin trusts him.
- Ah, fuck you, Lombardi.
- Oh.
Chin pushed for him to be the
head of the Profaci Family
so he could be his puppet.
What, am I not even here?
- Hey, Gio.
- Yeah?
You wanna see something?
Come on. Let me
show you something.
Let me show you
why Chin has faith.
Come here.
Now, all the bosses,
except for Chin,
see me as a two-bit
car thief, right?
But these cars
are what's gonna let us bring
in so much dope from France,
we're gonna be swimming in it.
Now, look at this wreck.
Who would even inspect
the fuckin' thing? Eh?
But look at the panel
on the passenger side.
Look what I did.
Go ahead. Take a look.
What?
What is it? What
am I looking at?
What... No, I'm saying
you got to have a look.
Listen.
This panel is actually
a secret compartment.
Go on. Take a look.
Fuck you. I ain't
going up there.
Yeah, you are.
- Ow!
- Jesus.
Ow! You motherfucker!
Fucking cocksucker!
I'll fucking kill
you, you motherfucker!
Ow! Ow! What the fuck?!
Yo, get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off me, cocksucker!
Let me the fuck out of here!
You're gonna die for
this, you cocksucker!
Tell Chin I got his
back while he's away.
You tell him I'll deal
with Bumpy fuckin' Johnson.
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?! What the fuck?!
What the fuck?! No!
No! Get me the
fuck out of here!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Step forward.
He's good.
I am grateful to your
father for protection,
but sometimes,
I fear these men
are overly zealous.
I'm glad. You need them.
I suppose.
I feel like a hunted
animal these days.
A man without a
mosque or a mission.
The Nation of Islam isn't the
only mosque in New York City.
No mosque will tolerate
my political opinions.
Then start your own.
That takes money.
And followers.
Neither of which I have.
You have me.
I'll help you.
I'll organize. I'll raise money.
I'll do whatever it takes.
I might take you up on that.
Well, here I am
singing my own blues.
How have you been?
I'm fine.
I'm still kicking myself
for trusting Omar.
Jealousy and hate
clouded his mind.
I almost married him.
I feel foolish.
It's so painful.
I wish I could take
that pain away.
He didn't deserve you.
With Chin
up in Lewisburg,
everything has gone to shit.
What did that
strunze get sent up for?
They fuckin' got him
poppin' his own associate,
some fucko named Ernie Nunzi.
That's
Carlo Gambino
discussing your father's arrest.
Between that and the
disappearance of Joe Bonanno
from New York,
you have helped throw
the Five Families
into total disarray.
I hope they all kill each other.
I'd prefer to see them in jail.
What do you need me to do?
I have to admit to being
a little surprised.
Usually, a witness suffers
from what we call
snitcher's remorse.
My father was responsible
for the death of
three men I loved.
I can't wait to take the stand.
Well, Stella, that is what
I wanted to discuss today.
I actually don't think
you taking the stand
is going to be necessary.
What are you talking about?
Your statements allowed
us to arrest him.
Those are under seal.
If you took the stand,
they would become
public knowledge,
and you would be
in serious danger.
I don't care. I'm willing
to take that risk.
We're also concerned
the jury may not see you
as a sympathetic witness
if some of your personal
choices came to light.
What do you mean?
The defense will surely
bring up the fact
that you had a
relationship with a Negro.
That could alienate the jury.
Even when I tell them my
father was responsible
for that man's death?
Look, Stella, I'm not saying
I'll never call
you to the stand.
It may be necessary.
But if I can avoid it and
keep you safe, I will.
You used me.
We're both after the
same thing here...
To make sure that your father
spends the rest of his life
in the cold, dark
cell that he belongs.
And when I get that
conviction, you and I
and everyone in this
office will know
that it was you who
slammed the door
and threw away the key.
It's totaled!
Bumpy Johnson.
How you doin'? Joe Colombo.
Hey.
Nice suit. What is it?
Orie's Custom Tailoring? I
get my suits made there, too.
You buy your suits from a
black tailor on one-two-fifth?
What? Are you kidding me?
Orie Walls is a fuckin' genius.
Last time I was there,
Cassius Clay came
in to buy a few.
He goes by Muhammad Ali now.
Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting.
I like Cassius
better, to be honest.
Let's keep this short.
The money I owe the Families?
Just know I'm good for it.
I know. Don't worry.
Come on, let me show you around.
So, I got guys lifting cars
all over the five boroughs.
We break 'em down,
resell the parts
all over the world.
Mm-hmm.
We also scout out new cars
and steal them on order.
Look at this. You seen this?
This new car Ford
put out? The Mustang?
Fucking beautiful.
Interesting.
- You like espresso?
- Yeah, sure.
Yeah? Come on.
Okay.
Doppio espresso per voi due.
Grazie.
I'm good for a mill today.
The rest will take me some time.
Well, who would have guessed
the dope would burn up?
And don't worry
about the Families.
Sure, they squawked at first,
but I got them in line.
You're doing me favors.
Why?
Chin Gigante's in jail
without bond, as you know.
I'm playing hall
monitor while he's gone.
You can make up your
debt to the Families
by working with me.
What's the catch?
No catch.
Eh, those fossilized fucks
that run the Families...
They got no respect
for who you are.
But I do.
You're a legend.
The Bumpy Johnson.
I appreciate the flattery, but
spell this shit out for me.
What exactly do you want?
We work together.
On everything, alright?
Narcotics, gambling, women.
And you call the shots, right?
It's a partnership.
It's pure business.
And if I say no?
Why would you do that?
Because the last partnership
I had with one of you
ended in blood...
and flames.
Either way, my people lose.
Uh, think about it.
Otherwise...
the Families will need to
be paid in full by Friday.
Your call.
Thank you.
Hey. How's everything?
It's good?
Let us agree that the
blow must be struck,
and let us agree what type
of blow must be struck
and at whom the blow
should be struck,
and then those who don't
go along with that strike,
we need an organization...
- Hello.
- That no one downtown loves.
You're on television.
We need one that's ready
and willing to take action,
any kind of action.
Not when the man downtown
sees fit, but when we see fit.
By any means necessary.
Do you mind if we have
a... A few moments alone?
I'm sorry, Minister Malcolm.
Bumpy instructed me to
never leave this post.
How much longer do you think
they're gonna have to be here?
I don't know.
We need Bumpy's help now.
I'm not going to send
those gentlemen away.
I miss our children.
They're safe with Ella.
It's a chance for
them to enjoy Boston.
Maybe we can go up there, too.
We can stay in one of those
nice motels near your sister's.
I'm needed here now.
For what?
We are three days out from
the worst riots since 1943.
I need...
You need to what?
Go on to the television?
Tell more things that
might aggravate people
to try to kill you?
I'm expected to be here.
By who?
Well, uh...
You don't have to be
the version of you
that's expected
by everyone else.
You'll be happy to know
Morgenthau doesn't
need me to testify.
You're still a rat.
The only reason you're here
is because, for
some crazy reason,
your father insisted
that I let you stay.
If it was up to me, you'd
be out in the street.
Well, I got an interview
with a job agency tomorrow.
The minute I got
enough money saved,
I'll be out of here forever.
You, a job?
You never worked a day
in your fucking life.
Fuck you!
Don't you talk like
that to me, you puttana.
Your daddy's little girl
act, it don't work on me.
You're a rat fink traitor.
I feel sorry for you.
It must be horrible
knowing your husband
fucks all those goomahs
because he finds
you so repulsive.
Joe Colombo seems
different than the others.
The terms of his deal
sound reasonable enough.
Maybe even better than what
you had with Chin Gigante.
The problem with
Colombo isn't the terms.
I'm done shaking
hands with Italians.
They can't be trusted.
I get it.
But the Ten Harlems
were all Black men,
and they turned their
backs on you just the same.
The Italians, they want
to keep me in shackles.
To them, Harlem
is a cotton field,
and I'm the house nigger.
I didn't fight to keep
my wits in Alcatraz
to come out and
play Stepin Fetchit.
I want my plantation
out of escrow,
my name on the deed
so they can't shut
my lights off.
You're either gonna
work with the Italians
or you're gonna fight them.
The safer choice is obvious.
How much more do we need?
Take them.
All of them.
It should get you
at least $50,000.
That's 15 anniversaries'
worth of jewelry.
I could never.
I would pay any price to
keep you out of a coffin
or another jail cell.
I cost you enough, Mayme.
This is my bill to pay.
I'm proposing a
short-term bridge loan
to be repaid within six months.
And as collateral,
I'm putting up the
deed to the Geechee.
When I repay my
Italian investors,
I'll resume my core businesses
and make up for the loss.
Bumpy, surely you can understand
that we can't
honor that request.
There
was a run on the bank.
We're waiting on a Federal
cash infusion as we speak.
Not to mention you already
owe us half a million dollars.
Investing in your venture
was a terrible mistake.
Charles, please.
Venture? Call it
what it is, Judge.
It was a heroin deal, with
all the inherent risks
I explained to you
when you insisted
that I allow you to invest.
- You're bleeding us dry.
- Charles!
No. I refuse to be
intimidated by this criminal.
The tie pin, the
tailored suit...
You can dress the part
of a legitimate
businessman, Johnson,
but you're just a
common, everyday thief.
If the cops came
through that door,
we'd all go to jail
for the same crimes.
Embezzlement, bank fraud,
and heroin distribution.
And if we end up in jail,
my esteemed brothers,
trust me, you'll
want to be my friend.
I will remind you that extremism
in the defense of
liberty is no vice.
Roy, can you please
change the channel?
I can't take this
cracker no more.
Omar.
I would understand if you wanted
to take me to your father's men.
In some respects,
I'd welcome it.
What the hell are
you doing here?
I want to apologize.
To you.
And to Malcolm.
Get away from me.
I spent the last
three days hiding,
well aware that your
father wants me dead.
He ain't the only one.
Please, take me to Malcolm.
At least let me make
amends to you both.
He's surrounded by a
dozen of my father's men.
They'll kill you on sight.
And if that is Allah's
atonement for me,
then I will accept it.
I hope they shoot you.
- I assume you can type.
- Yes.
Words per minute?
Thirty. But I
practice every day.
- Shorthand?
- No.
No shorthand. That rules
out secretarial work.
With no experience, the kind
of jobs we're looking at
are dishwasher, domestic
servant, housemaid.
That's fine.
It might require you
to work alongside
Negroes and Hispanics.
Some of our clients have
a problem with that.
Not me.
Are you married?
I'm a widow.
Do you have any children?
No.
So, getting a job is
very important for you
during this difficult time.
Absolutely.
I'll guarantee you a job...
if you give this a tug.
I told you.
I don't do shorthand.
Do... Do you know what this
is, what you're talking about?
Hey, guys, guys, give
us a break, alright?
Go inside, please.
We'll have a little
personal talk.
Do me... Give me...
Give me five, alright?
- Are you fucking crazy?
- No!
You're one of my oldest friends.
I thought I could count on you.
Olympia, I cannot do that.
Here, sit down, sit down.
Tommy, I am begging you.
Please.
I told you. The answer is no.
She put her own
father away, Tommy.
Olympia, you should know
we don't touch
women or children.
She knows more than just
about the Genovese Family.
What else does she know?
She knows about the
Lucchese family, too.
Listen to me. She knows
about your trucking business.
Ohh.
She knows about all
your airport hijackings.
- Ohh.
- And a lot of other things, too.
I don't know how she knows.
Sniffing around, I don't
know, eavesdropping.
She'll fucking rat.
You know what?
This is your husband
Chin's fucking problem.
Why isn't he taking care of it?
He's in jail. His
calls are monitored.
You don't think that
he knows she should go?
Are you kidding me? He
just can't admit it.
He's sentimental like that.
What do you want me to tell you?
If he finds out
that I was involved
with his daughter
disappearing...
We have a lot of secrets
from this man, Tommy.
Let's face the facts.
Who says he has to find out?
Reverend Powell.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I was working on
Sunday's sermon.
We need a
good Word right now.
"The Negro in White America:
Who Gets to Define Us?"
The Lord Jesus and
our own damn selves.
Well, you'll
just have to come
to Sunday service to find out.
Your husband home?
- He stepped out.
- Oh.
Did you tell him
about the position
I'm offering you?
Not yet.
Well, don't wait for him to
read about it in the newspapers.
I'm working on it. Ellsworth's
mind is otherwise occupied.
Hmm. Do you mind if I make
myself a quick pick-me-up?
Be my guest.
As my right-hand
executive for Har-You,
you will be responsible for
allocating government funds.
I couldn't think of a
better way to rebuild Harlem
after these riots.
Thank you for
trusting me, Reverend.
Oh, of course. It's no favor.
Your excellent
work as a volunteer
has rightfully earned
you this position.
- Oh, too early for me.
- Oh, well.
In the spirits of Regina
Andrews, Ella Baker,
and Lorraine Hansberry,
cheers to black women
authoritatively
kicking some ass.
Mm. Sister Suffrage does
have a... a nice ring to it.
Mm.
Which is why I don't
want your husband
fucking up this opportunity.
I'm warning you, Mayme, for
your sake and all of Harlem,
implore Bumpy to
keep his nose clean.
That's it?! Twenty-four
fuckin' grand?!
Negroes was seein' us coming
and running the other way, boss.
Not to mention the streets
are filled with riot cops.
Yeah, making sure the white
man's stores don't get looted.
I can't do shit with this!
- Whoa!
- Whoa!
This ain't our fault, man!
What are you
sayin'? It's mine?
You sayin' it's my fault?
I'm sayin' people can't
give what they ain't got.
Colombo wants full
payment by Friday.
This is our last shot!
Look, you always figure
out what to do, Bump.
I got no fucking
idea what to do!
Just let me... Just...
Let me... think.
Just think.
This ain't you.
What's up, bro?
What's eatin' at you?
That duji...
was the one chance I had
to control these blocks.
Yeah?
Send him up.
Thank you
for giving me an audience.
Of course.
I understand you're a student
of history, just like me.
- That so?
- Yeah.
In fact, I know
that way back when,
you protected the numbers bank
of Stephanie Saint Clair
against Dutch Schultz.
You got a helluva backbone.
What's that got to
do with anything?
This isn't the old days.
And we both know
there's no chance
you're gonna have $3
million by Friday.
I thought my offer to
partner was a good one,
but I guess you don't. Okay.
So I'm gonna sweeten the pot.
Oh, yeah?
If you handle our
heroin distribution,
I'll cut you in on
my car business.
You steal 'em, I'll
chop 'em and sell 'em.
A lot of money in
it for us both.
I'm not your fucking
soldier, Colombo.
I'm bending over backwards here.
What the fuck would it take?
This ain't about you, Joe.
You know, if I go
south of 110th Street,
I gotta smile and bow and scrape
just like every other Negro.
If I assert myself
to a white man
in a way that he doesn't like,
I get billy-clubbed
and I get put in jail.
Does that happen to you
when you go downtown?
But up here, it's different.
Up here, I get respect.
I call the shots.
Me and me alone.
I can't share that
because when it really
comes down to it,
that's the only thing I got.
So...
your offer is generous
and respectful,
and I appreciate it.
But still, I have to say no.
I'm not like the others.
I'm sorry, Joe. The answer's no.
Okay.
Then I withdraw my offer.
Have the money by Friday.
God help you if you don't.
♪ Show me the prison
♪ Show me the jail
♪ Show me the prisoner
- [knock on door]
- ♪ Whose life has gone stale
♪ And I'll show you a young
man with so many reasons why ♪
Am I interrupting?
No.
♪ And there but for fortune...
I want to apologize.
We gotta be in this
house together,
we might as well
make the best of it.
What?
I'm just surprised.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna go play
bridge with the girls tonight.
Uncle Louie's gonna come by.
He's dropping off some prayer
candles I asked him to get.
I been doing a lot
of praying lately.
You gonna be around?
I think so.
Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.
Stella.
You got my word.
I'm never gonna lay a
hand on you ever again.
Before I die, I seek
only your forgiveness.
Please, put that down.
For now.
Did Elijah Muhammad
send you to kill me?
Upon my loyalty to
Allah, he did not.
Captain Henry and I removed
ourselves from the Nation.
You betrayed me,
you betrayed this woman,
and you betrayed Islam.
I envied you, Malcolm.
You were my brother
for 15 years,
and you tried to kill me.
I lost the woman I love,
the mosque I loved,
and the brother I grew
up with in this faith.
I don't deserve the
breath in my lungs.
You can take it if you wish.
I just want your
forgiveness before I die.
It's men like you who'll
someday get me killed.
Who endanger my family.
I will have to pray to Allah
to open my heart to forgive.
Because right now, I'd
like to see you dead.
Because it didn't
seem to be quite adding up.
Ellsworth, look who's here.
Well, hello, Bumpy.
Reverend Powell.
Good to see you.
The Reverend has
asked me to oversee
the Har-You program
as a deputy director.
That's great.
I can't think of anybody
better for the job.
Thank you, darling.
And as she will be assuming
a very public position,
we'll all have to keep on
the straight and narrow now,
won't we?
What's happening with
those tax-evasion charges
against you, Reverend Powell?
Are you gonna have to
face jail time for that?
Hung jury. Case dismissed.
It's funny how the law never
seems to touch you politicians.
Right?
The Reverend was just telling me
that he got government
funding for Harlem
in light of the riots.
I squeezed President
Johnson like a grapefruit.
That's great.
The Negro bank is
going to receive
a huge influx of cash.
Millions for the residents
of this community
in crisp, new government bills.
The Negro bank?
Yes, you've heard
of it, haven't you?
Liberty Bank of Harlem?
So, we gonna cut Reverend
Powell in on the score?
What would he say if he knew
he was the tipster
for a stickup?
The money's federally insured.
It'll go back into the bank
and back into the community.
♪ If you live to see 30,
you hit the lottery ♪
♪ And I don't need you to
hit a button to follow me ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
Got 90 seconds.
Time it and be ready to blast
the fuck outta here, alright?
Alright.
Hands up! Hands up!
Get off the truck!
On your fucking
knees! On your knees!
Down! Down!
Be cool. You might
get out of here alive.
Shit.
♪ Yeah, I was schooled
by the greats ♪
♪ And as high as gas is,
I get fueled by the hate ♪
♪ I'm the king of the jungle
♪ So I was cool with the
apes, no security, nigga ♪
♪ I got the tool on my waist
Stop right there!
Drop the fucking bags!
Get down on the ground
or I'll blow your
fucking head off!
Come on, let's go, go!
Damn fool, why couldn't
you just leave it alone?
Time's up, time's up! Come on!
Pettigrew, start the car!
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I am a poor pilgrim
♪ Of sorrow
And as we have seen over
the last difficult few days,
the Negro in white
America is viewed
as an agitator...
♪ I'm left... ♪
not the victim of injustice.
And when our community
reacted to this injustice,
we were pegged as hoodlums,
vandals, and criminals.
They say that actions
speak louder than words.
So let our actions tell
heaven who we really are.
And let them define us
before the eyes of God.
♪ To make Heaven, Lord
♪ My home
♪ My home
Uncle Louie?
That who the Lord
judges us to be
is who we really are.
♪ Sometimes, I am...
Let us
take him to Bumpy.
Forgiveness will be the
least of his worries.
♪ And I'm driven
We are a
compassionate people
who have mercy in our hearts
for those who have wronged us.
As much as I want to,
I can't spill a
Black man's blood.
And I prefer Bumpy Johnson
not spill a Black
man's blood either.
Let Allah decide his fate.
♪ Yes, I can run
And we know that
those who slander us
do not define us.
In a daring
holdup just hours ago,
masked gunmen robbed the
Liberty Bank of Harlem
of millions in cash
and bearer bonds.
Police in Harlem say the theft
must have been perpetrated
based on inside information,
given that the delivery of
substantial aid to Harlem
was known only to a few.
♪ Home
♪ Home
We are forged
in the image of God,
and God is love.
Aaah!
Aaaaaah!
Aah!
Aaah, aaah, aaah!
So if, by
calling for justice,
we are deemed hoodlums
or vandals or criminals,
so be it.
Here's the money.
All $3 million. And
it's only Thursday.
Take it inside.
The Lord
knows who we are
and that we are willing to
die for what we believe.
We would've made great partners.
There's one thing you guys
never seem to remember.
What?
Harlem?
It's mine.
I am about to sign into law
the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
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.
This is for Teddy.
Ernie and Benny,
they didn't like each other.
Ernie shot him in the head.
I want you to take him out.
Ernie and I
are married. I love him.
I want you to protect
him as much as you do me.
- Yeah.
- Boss, what are you doing here?
- Where's Lombardi?
- He's right there.
Lombardi, no!
Ernie, I tried, all right?
What's the matter,
boss? It's what you wanted.
He should burn in
hell for what he's done.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I love you, all right?
Don't worry. I'm
gonna get you out.
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.
Tonight Malcolm dies.
Omar and Henry are
gonna ambush Malcolm
after his television interview.
This ain't over.
With the biggest
duji shipment in history.
Three
thousand keys.
I saw
stores up in flames,
cop cars all over
the damn streets.
We need to move the
duji somewhere else.
Just keep everything
under control.
There goes the fucking
French connection.
Just like that. Up in flames.
♪ When your life ain't
right, it don't mean much ♪
♪ You put the knife in
right, you get a clean cut ♪
♪ Yeah, hopefully
I hit an artery ♪
♪ How it's supposed to be
♪ And usually how it gotta be
♪ If you live to see 30,
you hit the lottery ♪
♪ And I don't need you to
hit a button to follow me ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
Hands up! Get out the truck!
On your fucking
knees. On your knees!
Down! Down!
Oh, shit!
Stop right there!
Drop the fucking bags!
Get down on the ground
or I'll blow your
fucking head off.
♪ Yeah
♪ Change
♪ Yeah
♪ 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
[rapping] ♪ 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 his hand on me ♪
♪ Snow-white mink like
I'm Dutch Schultz ♪
♪ Run the books and let me s
how 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
The Harlem riots have
finally started to calm down
after three days of chaos.
It all started when
an off-duty cop
shot a 15-year-old
black boy, James Powell,
setting off a wave of discontent
through the Negro community
just as the Civil Rights Act
was passed in Washington.
Hundreds of National
Guard were called in,
and millions of dollars
of destruction has all
but leveled large
parts of the city.
Thousands of protestors
attacked police officers,
which rapidly degenerated
into wanton looting,
as vandals destroyed storefronts
and violence spread
like a plague.
They act like we brought
this on ourselves.
Like we want a reason
to burn down our homes.
It's the news' job to keep
little old white ladies
clutching their purses
whenever we walk by.
Somebody's son is dead.
You've been awfully quiet.
Mayme, I had it.
The French connection.
Thousands of kilos
under my control.
The Italians were
buying from me.
I was in charge.
I dotted every "I."
I crossed every "T."
And then Harlem spits
fire in my face,
and everything just
goes up in smoke.
Baby, no one could have
anticipated these riots.
Now I look like a joke.
I'm crawling back to the
Italians with my checkbook.
Millions of dollars in the hole.
And I was supposed to
be their boss for good.
You took a hit, and it hurts,
just like Harlem did
with these riots,
but we will rebuild
and come back better
and stronger than ever.
And so will you.
You'll see.
These riots weren't
just about Harlem.
You name the city, the Black
man's anger is here, fermenting.
It was stones yesterday,
Molotov cocktails today.
It will be hand
grenades tomorrow.
I'm not inciting violence,
just warning of a
powder-keg situation.
You can take it or leave it.
But if you ignore it
or ridicule it, well,
death is already
at your doorstep.
History
demonstrates that nothing,
nothing prepares
a way for tyranny
more than the failure
of public officials
to keep the streets safe
from bullies and marauders.
That son of a bitch.
Now...
Goldwater is laying those
riots right at my doorstep.
Distorting my whole record.
Saying I'm soft on
crime, soft on Communism.
He even thinks I'm too soft to
drop a goddamn nuclear bomb.
Well, I assure
you, Mr. President,
that Negro voters
don't believe that.
I ain't worried
about Negro voters.
I'm worried about white ones.
No sooner do I sign
the Civil Rights Act
than riots break out.
If this spreads to other cities,
Goldwater's gonna win
the goddamn presidency.
Well, sir, the
millions of dollars
that you have bestowed
upon urban communities
in the wake of
these disturbances
will help restore the
Negro's faith in government.
A man with a Molotov
cocktail in his hand
is not fighting for civil rights
any more than a Klansman
with a sheet on his back.
They're both lawbreakers
and criminals.
With one essential
difference, if I may.
One will kill to
protect what he has.
The other to demand
what he hasn't.
I'm adding it up.
Let's see what we got.
And that is the sum total
of all your assets at hand.
That include the Geechee Club?
Geechee's got a banknote.
The principal is only $200,000.
How much we got
out on the street?
Between bookmaking and loans,
I figure half a million.
Get out there and collect from
anyone who owes us a nickel.
Niggas is broke, Bump.
Can't squeeze
blood from a stone.
Yeah, man, you took a loss.
So should the guineas.
I gave my word that I'd
deliver. I keep my word.
Hit the streets.
Alright.
Miss Willa.
You know, the
interest on $3 million
is $400,000... a week.
You're just not equipped
to carry that kind of debt.
What's that on your sleeve?
- Charcoal?
- Oh.
They torched the
building, child.
Fire department
didn't even show up.
- Where you staying?
- My sister's.
She got four kids. Why
didn't you tell me?
What was I gonna tell you?
Listen, you got
problems of your own.
What are you doing?
Don't do that.
A grand ain't gonna make a
difference, more or less.
Find yourself a place.
Thank you.
I pay my debts.
You guys know that.
No one could have
predicted that riot.
Bumpy, can I ask you a question?
Fire away.
I understand why the
Negroes are really angry
because the cops
killed that kid,
but why the fuck do you burn
your own neighborhoods down?
We don't own the neighborhoods.
White folks do.
Stealing, looting...
It doesn't reflect very
well on your people.
We steal... you, me,
the Five Families.
The American Mafia
was founded because
Italians couldn't even get a
fair shake in this country,
let alone how could a Negro?
Enough history lessons, yeah?
I need some time.
Then I can square it with
each and every one of you.
You have to see Joe Colombo.
The capo in the Profaci Family?
It's the Colombo Family now.
After Profaci died, we elevated
him to the boss of the family.
Or should I say,
Chin elevated him.
Any monies due, you
owe to Joe Colombo.
Well...
I hope he's reasonable
like you, Tommy.
Don't count on it.
You know these kids today.
They're out of control.
Hey.
I know Chin's in
jail, so that's why he sent you,
but Tommy Lucchese can't
bother to see me himself?
I'm his associate,
you fucking prick.
Now, Tommy wants to know
when he's getting his money
back from that
nigger Bumpy Johnson.
I'm working on it.
Gio, it's only been
a couple of days.
Why Chin wanted this
wet-behind-the-ears mammone
to collect his
debt is beyond me.
Chin trusts him.
- Ah, fuck you, Lombardi.
- Oh.
Chin pushed for him to be the
head of the Profaci Family
so he could be his puppet.
What, am I not even here?
- Hey, Gio.
- Yeah?
You wanna see something?
Come on. Let me
show you something.
Let me show you
why Chin has faith.
Come here.
Now, all the bosses,
except for Chin,
see me as a two-bit
car thief, right?
But these cars
are what's gonna let us bring
in so much dope from France,
we're gonna be swimming in it.
Now, look at this wreck.
Who would even inspect
the fuckin' thing? Eh?
But look at the panel
on the passenger side.
Look what I did.
Go ahead. Take a look.
What?
What is it? What
am I looking at?
What... No, I'm saying
you got to have a look.
Listen.
This panel is actually
a secret compartment.
Go on. Take a look.
Fuck you. I ain't
going up there.
Yeah, you are.
- Ow!
- Jesus.
Ow! You motherfucker!
Fucking cocksucker!
I'll fucking kill
you, you motherfucker!
Ow! Ow! What the fuck?!
Yo, get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off me, cocksucker!
Let me the fuck out of here!
You're gonna die for
this, you cocksucker!
Tell Chin I got his
back while he's away.
You tell him I'll deal
with Bumpy fuckin' Johnson.
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!
What the fuck?! What the fuck?!
What the fuck?! No!
No! Get me the
fuck out of here!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Step forward.
He's good.
I am grateful to your
father for protection,
but sometimes,
I fear these men
are overly zealous.
I'm glad. You need them.
I suppose.
I feel like a hunted
animal these days.
A man without a
mosque or a mission.
The Nation of Islam isn't the
only mosque in New York City.
No mosque will tolerate
my political opinions.
Then start your own.
That takes money.
And followers.
Neither of which I have.
You have me.
I'll help you.
I'll organize. I'll raise money.
I'll do whatever it takes.
I might take you up on that.
Well, here I am
singing my own blues.
How have you been?
I'm fine.
I'm still kicking myself
for trusting Omar.
Jealousy and hate
clouded his mind.
I almost married him.
I feel foolish.
It's so painful.
I wish I could take
that pain away.
He didn't deserve you.
With Chin
up in Lewisburg,
everything has gone to shit.
What did that
strunze get sent up for?
They fuckin' got him
poppin' his own associate,
some fucko named Ernie Nunzi.
That's
Carlo Gambino
discussing your father's arrest.
Between that and the
disappearance of Joe Bonanno
from New York,
you have helped throw
the Five Families
into total disarray.
I hope they all kill each other.
I'd prefer to see them in jail.
What do you need me to do?
I have to admit to being
a little surprised.
Usually, a witness suffers
from what we call
snitcher's remorse.
My father was responsible
for the death of
three men I loved.
I can't wait to take the stand.
Well, Stella, that is what
I wanted to discuss today.
I actually don't think
you taking the stand
is going to be necessary.
What are you talking about?
Your statements allowed
us to arrest him.
Those are under seal.
If you took the stand,
they would become
public knowledge,
and you would be
in serious danger.
I don't care. I'm willing
to take that risk.
We're also concerned
the jury may not see you
as a sympathetic witness
if some of your personal
choices came to light.
What do you mean?
The defense will surely
bring up the fact
that you had a
relationship with a Negro.
That could alienate the jury.
Even when I tell them my
father was responsible
for that man's death?
Look, Stella, I'm not saying
I'll never call
you to the stand.
It may be necessary.
But if I can avoid it and
keep you safe, I will.
You used me.
We're both after the
same thing here...
To make sure that your father
spends the rest of his life
in the cold, dark
cell that he belongs.
And when I get that
conviction, you and I
and everyone in this
office will know
that it was you who
slammed the door
and threw away the key.
It's totaled!
Bumpy Johnson.
How you doin'? Joe Colombo.
Hey.
Nice suit. What is it?
Orie's Custom Tailoring? I
get my suits made there, too.
You buy your suits from a
black tailor on one-two-fifth?
What? Are you kidding me?
Orie Walls is a fuckin' genius.
Last time I was there,
Cassius Clay came
in to buy a few.
He goes by Muhammad Ali now.
Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting.
I like Cassius
better, to be honest.
Let's keep this short.
The money I owe the Families?
Just know I'm good for it.
I know. Don't worry.
Come on, let me show you around.
So, I got guys lifting cars
all over the five boroughs.
We break 'em down,
resell the parts
all over the world.
Mm-hmm.
We also scout out new cars
and steal them on order.
Look at this. You seen this?
This new car Ford
put out? The Mustang?
Fucking beautiful.
Interesting.
- You like espresso?
- Yeah, sure.
Yeah? Come on.
Okay.
Doppio espresso per voi due.
Grazie.
I'm good for a mill today.
The rest will take me some time.
Well, who would have guessed
the dope would burn up?
And don't worry
about the Families.
Sure, they squawked at first,
but I got them in line.
You're doing me favors.
Why?
Chin Gigante's in jail
without bond, as you know.
I'm playing hall
monitor while he's gone.
You can make up your
debt to the Families
by working with me.
What's the catch?
No catch.
Eh, those fossilized fucks
that run the Families...
They got no respect
for who you are.
But I do.
You're a legend.
The Bumpy Johnson.
I appreciate the flattery, but
spell this shit out for me.
What exactly do you want?
We work together.
On everything, alright?
Narcotics, gambling, women.
And you call the shots, right?
It's a partnership.
It's pure business.
And if I say no?
Why would you do that?
Because the last partnership
I had with one of you
ended in blood...
and flames.
Either way, my people lose.
Uh, think about it.
Otherwise...
the Families will need to
be paid in full by Friday.
Your call.
Thank you.
Hey. How's everything?
It's good?
Let us agree that the
blow must be struck,
and let us agree what type
of blow must be struck
and at whom the blow
should be struck,
and then those who don't
go along with that strike,
we need an organization...
- Hello.
- That no one downtown loves.
You're on television.
We need one that's ready
and willing to take action,
any kind of action.
Not when the man downtown
sees fit, but when we see fit.
By any means necessary.
Do you mind if we have
a... A few moments alone?
I'm sorry, Minister Malcolm.
Bumpy instructed me to
never leave this post.
How much longer do you think
they're gonna have to be here?
I don't know.
We need Bumpy's help now.
I'm not going to send
those gentlemen away.
I miss our children.
They're safe with Ella.
It's a chance for
them to enjoy Boston.
Maybe we can go up there, too.
We can stay in one of those
nice motels near your sister's.
I'm needed here now.
For what?
We are three days out from
the worst riots since 1943.
I need...
You need to what?
Go on to the television?
Tell more things that
might aggravate people
to try to kill you?
I'm expected to be here.
By who?
Well, uh...
You don't have to be
the version of you
that's expected
by everyone else.
You'll be happy to know
Morgenthau doesn't
need me to testify.
You're still a rat.
The only reason you're here
is because, for
some crazy reason,
your father insisted
that I let you stay.
If it was up to me, you'd
be out in the street.
Well, I got an interview
with a job agency tomorrow.
The minute I got
enough money saved,
I'll be out of here forever.
You, a job?
You never worked a day
in your fucking life.
Fuck you!
Don't you talk like
that to me, you puttana.
Your daddy's little girl
act, it don't work on me.
You're a rat fink traitor.
I feel sorry for you.
It must be horrible
knowing your husband
fucks all those goomahs
because he finds
you so repulsive.
Joe Colombo seems
different than the others.
The terms of his deal
sound reasonable enough.
Maybe even better than what
you had with Chin Gigante.
The problem with
Colombo isn't the terms.
I'm done shaking
hands with Italians.
They can't be trusted.
I get it.
But the Ten Harlems
were all Black men,
and they turned their
backs on you just the same.
The Italians, they want
to keep me in shackles.
To them, Harlem
is a cotton field,
and I'm the house nigger.
I didn't fight to keep
my wits in Alcatraz
to come out and
play Stepin Fetchit.
I want my plantation
out of escrow,
my name on the deed
so they can't shut
my lights off.
You're either gonna
work with the Italians
or you're gonna fight them.
The safer choice is obvious.
How much more do we need?
Take them.
All of them.
It should get you
at least $50,000.
That's 15 anniversaries'
worth of jewelry.
I could never.
I would pay any price to
keep you out of a coffin
or another jail cell.
I cost you enough, Mayme.
This is my bill to pay.
I'm proposing a
short-term bridge loan
to be repaid within six months.
And as collateral,
I'm putting up the
deed to the Geechee.
When I repay my
Italian investors,
I'll resume my core businesses
and make up for the loss.
Bumpy, surely you can understand
that we can't
honor that request.
There
was a run on the bank.
We're waiting on a Federal
cash infusion as we speak.
Not to mention you already
owe us half a million dollars.
Investing in your venture
was a terrible mistake.
Charles, please.
Venture? Call it
what it is, Judge.
It was a heroin deal, with
all the inherent risks
I explained to you
when you insisted
that I allow you to invest.
- You're bleeding us dry.
- Charles!
No. I refuse to be
intimidated by this criminal.
The tie pin, the
tailored suit...
You can dress the part
of a legitimate
businessman, Johnson,
but you're just a
common, everyday thief.
If the cops came
through that door,
we'd all go to jail
for the same crimes.
Embezzlement, bank fraud,
and heroin distribution.
And if we end up in jail,
my esteemed brothers,
trust me, you'll
want to be my friend.
I will remind you that extremism
in the defense of
liberty is no vice.
Roy, can you please
change the channel?
I can't take this
cracker no more.
Omar.
I would understand if you wanted
to take me to your father's men.
In some respects,
I'd welcome it.
What the hell are
you doing here?
I want to apologize.
To you.
And to Malcolm.
Get away from me.
I spent the last
three days hiding,
well aware that your
father wants me dead.
He ain't the only one.
Please, take me to Malcolm.
At least let me make
amends to you both.
He's surrounded by a
dozen of my father's men.
They'll kill you on sight.
And if that is Allah's
atonement for me,
then I will accept it.
I hope they shoot you.
- I assume you can type.
- Yes.
Words per minute?
Thirty. But I
practice every day.
- Shorthand?
- No.
No shorthand. That rules
out secretarial work.
With no experience, the kind
of jobs we're looking at
are dishwasher, domestic
servant, housemaid.
That's fine.
It might require you
to work alongside
Negroes and Hispanics.
Some of our clients have
a problem with that.
Not me.
Are you married?
I'm a widow.
Do you have any children?
No.
So, getting a job is
very important for you
during this difficult time.
Absolutely.
I'll guarantee you a job...
if you give this a tug.
I told you.
I don't do shorthand.
Do... Do you know what this
is, what you're talking about?
Hey, guys, guys, give
us a break, alright?
Go inside, please.
We'll have a little
personal talk.
Do me... Give me...
Give me five, alright?
- Are you fucking crazy?
- No!
You're one of my oldest friends.
I thought I could count on you.
Olympia, I cannot do that.
Here, sit down, sit down.
Tommy, I am begging you.
Please.
I told you. The answer is no.
She put her own
father away, Tommy.
Olympia, you should know
we don't touch
women or children.
She knows more than just
about the Genovese Family.
What else does she know?
She knows about the
Lucchese family, too.
Listen to me. She knows
about your trucking business.
Ohh.
She knows about all
your airport hijackings.
- Ohh.
- And a lot of other things, too.
I don't know how she knows.
Sniffing around, I don't
know, eavesdropping.
She'll fucking rat.
You know what?
This is your husband
Chin's fucking problem.
Why isn't he taking care of it?
He's in jail. His
calls are monitored.
You don't think that
he knows she should go?
Are you kidding me? He
just can't admit it.
He's sentimental like that.
What do you want me to tell you?
If he finds out
that I was involved
with his daughter
disappearing...
We have a lot of secrets
from this man, Tommy.
Let's face the facts.
Who says he has to find out?
Reverend Powell.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I was working on
Sunday's sermon.
We need a
good Word right now.
"The Negro in White America:
Who Gets to Define Us?"
The Lord Jesus and
our own damn selves.
Well, you'll
just have to come
to Sunday service to find out.
Your husband home?
- He stepped out.
- Oh.
Did you tell him
about the position
I'm offering you?
Not yet.
Well, don't wait for him to
read about it in the newspapers.
I'm working on it. Ellsworth's
mind is otherwise occupied.
Hmm. Do you mind if I make
myself a quick pick-me-up?
Be my guest.
As my right-hand
executive for Har-You,
you will be responsible for
allocating government funds.
I couldn't think of a
better way to rebuild Harlem
after these riots.
Thank you for
trusting me, Reverend.
Oh, of course. It's no favor.
Your excellent
work as a volunteer
has rightfully earned
you this position.
- Oh, too early for me.
- Oh, well.
In the spirits of Regina
Andrews, Ella Baker,
and Lorraine Hansberry,
cheers to black women
authoritatively
kicking some ass.
Mm. Sister Suffrage does
have a... a nice ring to it.
Mm.
Which is why I don't
want your husband
fucking up this opportunity.
I'm warning you, Mayme, for
your sake and all of Harlem,
implore Bumpy to
keep his nose clean.
That's it?! Twenty-four
fuckin' grand?!
Negroes was seein' us coming
and running the other way, boss.
Not to mention the streets
are filled with riot cops.
Yeah, making sure the white
man's stores don't get looted.
I can't do shit with this!
- Whoa!
- Whoa!
This ain't our fault, man!
What are you
sayin'? It's mine?
You sayin' it's my fault?
I'm sayin' people can't
give what they ain't got.
Colombo wants full
payment by Friday.
This is our last shot!
Look, you always figure
out what to do, Bump.
I got no fucking
idea what to do!
Just let me... Just...
Let me... think.
Just think.
This ain't you.
What's up, bro?
What's eatin' at you?
That duji...
was the one chance I had
to control these blocks.
Yeah?
Send him up.
Thank you
for giving me an audience.
Of course.
I understand you're a student
of history, just like me.
- That so?
- Yeah.
In fact, I know
that way back when,
you protected the numbers bank
of Stephanie Saint Clair
against Dutch Schultz.
You got a helluva backbone.
What's that got to
do with anything?
This isn't the old days.
And we both know
there's no chance
you're gonna have $3
million by Friday.
I thought my offer to
partner was a good one,
but I guess you don't. Okay.
So I'm gonna sweeten the pot.
Oh, yeah?
If you handle our
heroin distribution,
I'll cut you in on
my car business.
You steal 'em, I'll
chop 'em and sell 'em.
A lot of money in
it for us both.
I'm not your fucking
soldier, Colombo.
I'm bending over backwards here.
What the fuck would it take?
This ain't about you, Joe.
You know, if I go
south of 110th Street,
I gotta smile and bow and scrape
just like every other Negro.
If I assert myself
to a white man
in a way that he doesn't like,
I get billy-clubbed
and I get put in jail.
Does that happen to you
when you go downtown?
But up here, it's different.
Up here, I get respect.
I call the shots.
Me and me alone.
I can't share that
because when it really
comes down to it,
that's the only thing I got.
So...
your offer is generous
and respectful,
and I appreciate it.
But still, I have to say no.
I'm not like the others.
I'm sorry, Joe. The answer's no.
Okay.
Then I withdraw my offer.
Have the money by Friday.
God help you if you don't.
♪ Show me the prison
♪ Show me the jail
♪ Show me the prisoner
- [knock on door]
- ♪ Whose life has gone stale
♪ And I'll show you a young
man with so many reasons why ♪
Am I interrupting?
No.
♪ And there but for fortune...
I want to apologize.
We gotta be in this
house together,
we might as well
make the best of it.
What?
I'm just surprised.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna go play
bridge with the girls tonight.
Uncle Louie's gonna come by.
He's dropping off some prayer
candles I asked him to get.
I been doing a lot
of praying lately.
You gonna be around?
I think so.
Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.
Stella.
You got my word.
I'm never gonna lay a
hand on you ever again.
Before I die, I seek
only your forgiveness.
Please, put that down.
For now.
Did Elijah Muhammad
send you to kill me?
Upon my loyalty to
Allah, he did not.
Captain Henry and I removed
ourselves from the Nation.
You betrayed me,
you betrayed this woman,
and you betrayed Islam.
I envied you, Malcolm.
You were my brother
for 15 years,
and you tried to kill me.
I lost the woman I love,
the mosque I loved,
and the brother I grew
up with in this faith.
I don't deserve the
breath in my lungs.
You can take it if you wish.
I just want your
forgiveness before I die.
It's men like you who'll
someday get me killed.
Who endanger my family.
I will have to pray to Allah
to open my heart to forgive.
Because right now, I'd
like to see you dead.
Because it didn't
seem to be quite adding up.
Ellsworth, look who's here.
Well, hello, Bumpy.
Reverend Powell.
Good to see you.
The Reverend has
asked me to oversee
the Har-You program
as a deputy director.
That's great.
I can't think of anybody
better for the job.
Thank you, darling.
And as she will be assuming
a very public position,
we'll all have to keep on
the straight and narrow now,
won't we?
What's happening with
those tax-evasion charges
against you, Reverend Powell?
Are you gonna have to
face jail time for that?
Hung jury. Case dismissed.
It's funny how the law never
seems to touch you politicians.
Right?
The Reverend was just telling me
that he got government
funding for Harlem
in light of the riots.
I squeezed President
Johnson like a grapefruit.
That's great.
The Negro bank is
going to receive
a huge influx of cash.
Millions for the residents
of this community
in crisp, new government bills.
The Negro bank?
Yes, you've heard
of it, haven't you?
Liberty Bank of Harlem?
So, we gonna cut Reverend
Powell in on the score?
What would he say if he knew
he was the tipster
for a stickup?
The money's federally insured.
It'll go back into the bank
and back into the community.
♪ If you live to see 30,
you hit the lottery ♪
♪ And I don't need you to
hit a button to follow me ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I get money, h
ustle, repeat ♪
Got 90 seconds.
Time it and be ready to blast
the fuck outta here, alright?
Alright.
Hands up! Hands up!
Get off the truck!
On your fucking
knees! On your knees!
Down! Down!
Be cool. You might
get out of here alive.
Shit.
♪ Yeah, I was schooled
by the greats ♪
♪ And as high as gas is,
I get fueled by the hate ♪
♪ I'm the king of the jungle
♪ So I was cool with the
apes, no security, nigga ♪
♪ I got the tool on my waist
Stop right there!
Drop the fucking bags!
Get down on the ground
or I'll blow your
fucking head off!
Come on, let's go, go!
Damn fool, why couldn't
you just leave it alone?
Time's up, time's up! Come on!
Pettigrew, start the car!
♪ I get money, hustle, repeat
♪ I am a poor pilgrim
♪ Of sorrow
And as we have seen over
the last difficult few days,
the Negro in white
America is viewed
as an agitator...
♪ I'm left... ♪
not the victim of injustice.
And when our community
reacted to this injustice,
we were pegged as hoodlums,
vandals, and criminals.
They say that actions
speak louder than words.
So let our actions tell
heaven who we really are.
And let them define us
before the eyes of God.
♪ To make Heaven, Lord
♪ My home
♪ My home
Uncle Louie?
That who the Lord
judges us to be
is who we really are.
♪ Sometimes, I am...
Let us
take him to Bumpy.
Forgiveness will be the
least of his worries.
♪ And I'm driven
We are a
compassionate people
who have mercy in our hearts
for those who have wronged us.
As much as I want to,
I can't spill a
Black man's blood.
And I prefer Bumpy Johnson
not spill a Black
man's blood either.
Let Allah decide his fate.
♪ Yes, I can run
And we know that
those who slander us
do not define us.
In a daring
holdup just hours ago,
masked gunmen robbed the
Liberty Bank of Harlem
of millions in cash
and bearer bonds.
Police in Harlem say the theft
must have been perpetrated
based on inside information,
given that the delivery of
substantial aid to Harlem
was known only to a few.
♪ Home
♪ Home
We are forged
in the image of God,
and God is love.
Aaah!
Aaaaaah!
Aah!
Aaah, aaah, aaah!
So if, by
calling for justice,
we are deemed hoodlums
or vandals or criminals,
so be it.
Here's the money.
All $3 million. And
it's only Thursday.
Take it inside.
The Lord
knows who we are
and that we are willing to
die for what we believe.
We would've made great partners.
There's one thing you guys
never seem to remember.
What?
Harlem?
It's mine.