Godfather of Harlem (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Angel of Death - full transcript

Cops don't
give a flying fuck

about black or white.

It's all about green.

No one could move dope in
Harlem without the 27th.

As it is, Monsieur
98 is coming soon

to work out an arrangement
with anyone that has

the organization and
the police protection

to move the junk into
the neighborhoods.

Everyone down on the
fucking floor right now!

This is
about the heroin.

Colombo's making his play.



You can't control
all of the cops.

I control more than you.

If you can't keep
your cops under control,

you can bet your
black ass that I will.

Ghana, Nigeria, Sudan...

Africa's starting to
feel like my real home.

It is high time to choose
whether we will ignore

our commonality in this struggle

and be divided

or work in solidarity

as African brothers and sisters.

Want Joe Colombo out
of your hair for good?

We've been picking up chatter
about a huge shipment of heroin.

Connect him to that shipment,



and we'll put him away for life.

- What the fuck is this?
- I did everything you said.

Well, did he say anything
about the heroin shipment?

He didn't know
anything about it.

What's this? Resignations.

From the two crooked
cops who shot up my club.

They told me the name of every
single cop in this precinct

who's taking money from
the mob, including you.

And what are you
gonna do with that?

Motherfucker,

you work for me.

Wake up, darling.

Breakfast is ready.

♪ Well, you've got
your diamonds ♪

♪ And you've got
your pretty clothes ♪

♪ And the chauffeur
drives your car ♪

What the hell is this?

I read it. It's
about the heroin.

"Angel of Death
Comes to Harlem."

Everyone knows the
streets are dry.

Duji's coming soon, though.
Isn't that right, darling?

Yeah. Right.

Oh, I'm going to see that new
artist I was telling you about.

Have a good day at work.

You take the paper,
I don't need it.

♪ And your father'd
be there with her ♪

Is he here?

Bonjour, Bumpy.

I'm so glad you're here, man.

Thanks for coming.

I apologize for the delay.

The bosses in Corsica are ready

for the biggest shipment
of heroin, just for you.

We have to test it first.

- Of course.
- Mm-hmm.

Junie! Bring the Vein.

He's chompin' at the bit.

Thank you, Bumpy.
I been so sick.

Thank you, Bumpy.

Get him ready.

Them streets been
crazy dry, huh?

Them skag-heads were ready to
kill this man to take his place.

Hurry up, baby.
Hurry up, please.

♪ Not in Knightsbridge anymore

Ah, thank you.

♪ So don't play with me

Oh, that's good.

Oh, that's real good.

- No, no.
- Oh, shit.

Whoa. Stay in the chair.

Strongest shit ever.

- Ohh.
- Fuck.

♪ And you will
have some others ♪

♪ But you'd better
watch your step, girl ♪

He dead.

I told you it was good shit.

But he's dead.

We'll all be dead sometime.

It's just a question of when.

♪ So don't play with me

♪ 'Cause you're
playing with fire ♪

♪ So don't play with me

Who did you think it was?

♪ 'Cause you're
playing with fire ♪♪

♪ 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

♪ 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
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

More coffee?

I'm good.

Did you see the paper?

What do you mean?

Take a look, it's unbelievable.

"U.S. boosts Vietnam
War efforts."

Well, there's that.

But I meant in the arts section.

In the back.

Oh, okay.

- Hm.
- Carvens Aldridge

is a genius young
artist from Harlem

who came up through
the HARYOU program.

They say he's leading the start

of a whole new
Harlem Renaissance.

Isn't that wonderful?

Yeah, it is.

Just what this city
could use right now.

An... An explosion of culture,
paintings, dance, and poetry.

Couldn't agree more.

He had a horrible drug
problem and overcame it.

He's been free of heroin
for almost two years.

That's great.

I hope you don't mind...

I commissioned a
painting from him.

Of course.

Thank you.

Helping this young man
will inspire other artists

in our community who
struggle with addiction.

I'm going to see him today.

Malcolm X, having recently
completed his trip to Mecca

and participated in a
Pan-African unity conference,

returns to his home in Harlem,
an international figure

whose message now reaches
the far corners of the earth.

Oh, Malcolm!

It's felt like ages.

I couldn't wait another minute.

Elise! Welcome home.

I can't wait to hear
all about your trip.

- It was spectacular...
- Where are the children?

I, um, sent them up
to your sister's.

- It's been bad, Malcolm.
- What happened?

They're fine,

but we've had so many...

That.

Phone's been ringing off
the hook, day and night.

Death threats.

That's why I sent them away.

Who is this?

Your days are
numbered, nigger.

Call Ella.

Tell her to bring the
girls home immediately.

Why?

You see what's happening.

We've had threats before.

Bumpy's men are
here to protect us.

We'll be fine.

I just want the
children here with us.

Uh...

We'll discuss this later.

Let's get you home, Elise.

I'm sure you're exhausted
from your long trip.

I am, yes.

Quite tired.

Yeah!

Guapa!

Eso!

Whoo! You are an
amazing dancer!

And you have amazing hair.

Yeah? Aww.

Mm. Hey.

Marina.

Marina? Marina.

Nathaniel.

Y...

Mm.

Salud, Nathaniel.

Salud, Marina.

Mm. Well, are you ready
to dance with me again?

Amorcito.

Uh, look, it's almost noon, hmm?

And I have to get
back to the office.

I mean, I've been up
all night dancing.

Here, let me share
something with you.

Oh.

Here. Try this.

- Cocaína.
- Oh.

Where'd you get that?

Here, now you.

No?

I don't feel anything.

Give it a minute.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Elise, you're back! Oh!

Oh. God.

Oh, I wanna hear
all about your trip,

but I'm terribly
late for a meeting.

Can we talk about it tonight?

Of course. Where's Daddy?

He's out, per usual.

He'll be so excited you're back.

I must've sent Margaret
20 postcards from Africa.

I hope some have arrived by now.

I know they have.

That's all she talks
about on the phone.

Oh, good.

She used to go on about baking
pies and climbing trees.

And now, it is all about,
"I wanna go to Africa,"

like Elise.

It was like nothing
I've ever experienced.

You look different.

Something in your eyes.

I'm jet-lagged.

No, that's not it.

It's the trip.

You've expanded your
horizons. I can feel it.

I want to hear every bit
about it when I get back.

Oh, by the way...

you got some mail yourself
while you were gone.

I did?

No return address.

I noticed that, too.

Six letters, all
in the same hand.

Methinks you have
a secret admirer.

Not so secret.

Omar.

Bring it up!

Hurry up!

Mr. Russo called.

He can't meet you tomorrow

'cause he's having emergency
gallbladder surgery.

- Bullshit.
- He owes you money?

You're a fast learner.

Here. I, uh... I
got you something.

♪ But it's too late
to say you're sorry ♪

What's this?

It's a thank you.

For the dinner you made
the other night, you know,

and all the work you
been doing around here.

The Eiffel Tower.

Yeah. Belonged to my grandma.

She loved Paris just like you.

Went there on her
honeymoon with my grandad.

He got it for her.

18-karat gold, real diamonds.

My grandad... He might
have been a bastard,

but he wasn't a cheap bastard.

I can't accept this.

Sure, ya can.

It's a family heirloom.

You need to save it for a
special woman in your life.

♪ What could I do?

♪ Well, no one
told me about her ♪

Joe, if you wanna thank me,
you could do me a favor.

♪ But it's too late
to say you're sorry ♪

What's that?

You could let me see
the real Eiffel Tower.

On your own?

The other Families,
they must know by now

my father's aware of
the threat against me.

They're not gonna touch me.

Well, we don't
know that for sure.

Well, I'm willing
to take that risk.

Please...

Joe, I want my freedom.

You're not happy here?

You've been kind,
but I'm begging you.

I can't keep living
in a cage like this.

I'll look into it.

Thanks, Joe.

♪ But it's too late
to say you're sorry ♪

♪ How would I know?

This heroin is the finest
we have ever produced.

I trust your word, but you
know we have to verify.

Come on, come on.
Please hurry up.

Hey. Hold your horses, Vein.

Come on, man. I been
dope sick for so long.

Streets is dried up.

Shit. And that methadone
shit don't do nothin'.

Don't nod out, man.

Give us the scoop.

That shit dynamite.

That's the best shit ever.

Can you give him a few bags?

God bless you.

Let's talk.

How much can I get?

How much do you want?

Same as last. 3,000 keys.

I won't have any left
for the Italians.

I'll buy it all.
They can come to me.

We would require all the money
up front again. I'm sorry.

It's not a problem.
I got a rich partner.

- Security?
- Police captain in my pocket.

We'll be in touch.

With dope like that,
we'll be kings.

Get him outta here.

Come
on, man. Wake up.

Thank you, Bump.

God bless you, Bumpy.

God bless you.

♪ Yo

♪ Top 10

♪ The one, not the
two, not the three ♪

♪ Fuck with me, shorty,
who you got to be? ♪

♪ Say it with me -♪ Top 10

♪ They love me out
West, back East ♪

♪ From my state to your
city, back streets ♪

♪ Niggas know I'm -♪ Top 10

♪ The cops want to
put me in the morgue ♪

♪ Not 'fore they put
me in the force ♪

-♪ Sure -♪ Top 10

When I was living
on the streets,

I used to draw abstract images
on anything I could find.

You know, pieces of
paper, a sidewalk, a wall.

What did you use for paint?

Whatever I could find.

You know, there was
always something around.

If there wasn't,

I'd use my own blood, or dirt.

Wow.

And that's when you
discovered you loved painting?

I used my imagination
to survive.

You see, when I was high,

I saw all these
beautiful colors.

I went to a better
place in my head

and wanted to capture
that, you know?

But then you kicked heroin.

And those images went away,
and I stopped painting.

But something amazing happened.

As I started to see life
the way it... it really was,

I started painting
that, you know?

I wanted to find the
beauty in what's real.

Your images of Harlem
are just breathtaking.

That is why they
say you're starting

a New Harlem Renaissance in art.

I'm just happy to
be alive, you know?

Besides, the Harlem
Renaissance died.

And you can't bring
back the dead.

But you can start something new.

How's it going
with the painting?

Oh, it's... It's
not finished yet.

I hope you and your
husband like it.

Oh, we are so excited.

The moment it's done,
I'll bring him right over.

You know, it's
ironic.

I used to buy my
heroin from his people.

And now he's paying me to paint.

My husband and I
are so proud of you.

And we consider it an
honor to both support you

and hang one of your
works in our home.

I...

I've been thinking about
this idea for a long time.

I-I really think it's
some of my best work.

It's simple.

I'm gonna need your
police officers

to secure the Harbor when
the shipment comes in.

You've got your nerve.

It's an easy assignment.

They come in, you keep
everybody back. That's it.

Then you flood Harlem
with your narcotics.

Heroin is a fact of life,

Captain, whether I
bring it in or not.

But the result is
still the same.

Do you know how many Negroes
in Harlem die because of dope?

Thousands every year.

Not to mention the rise in crime
from burglaries and killings

from junkies just trying
to finance their next fix.

- That's not my problem.
- It's myproblem.

Drugs are crippling this city,

creating an endless
cycle of hopelessness.

I didn't create
heroin, Captain Fields,

or the desire for it.

It's the junkie who
makes the choice.

So you take no responsibility?

You claim you want to uplift
the community and help people.

I send kids in Harlem to
school to educate them

so that they never make
the choice to use drugs.

Can you say the same
thing about Colombo

or any of the other mob bosses?

Maybe you do that just to
soothe your conscience.

You know, a few good deeds
don't wipe your soul clean.

Before me, you were
on the Italians' pad.

You took their money.

Maybe you need to take
a look in the mirror.

You know what? I don't want
to have to get you fired.

You gonna do what I say?

Mm-hmm.

But this is the last time

I do any bidding for
you or the Italians.

Just secure the Harbor.

I'm telling you, Del, never
felt better in my life.

Marina and I danced and
danced two, three hours. Mm.

Then I took her
back to my place.

And?

What do you mean, "and"?

You know "and."

And then some.

And then some.

- Come on. Oh, man.
- Yeah.

Man, I hope you put a
rubber on that thing.

One of you is enough.

The point is, I was dead tired.

And the cocaine picked me up.

You know, Bumpy
don't allow drugs.

I know, but this shit
ain't like duji, man.

And if this Colombo
motherfucker landed the duji,

then we need to find
something else to sell.

Only rich white
folks buy that shit.

Hm.

Only rich white folks
can afford that shit.

You see any rich crackers
walkin' around here?

Look, let's just run
the idea by Bumpy.

No, I can't let you do that.

Why? Huh? 'Cause it's my idea?

Because I know Bumpy
better than you.

What pisses him off.

What's that?

The lack of "due diligence."

Where's the market for this?

'Cause it sure ain't Harlem.

And where would you get a steady
supply even if there was one?

You just can't go to
Bumpy squawking nonsense.

Okay. Fine.

I'll do my motherfucking
due diligence.

You just wish it was your idea.

Elise. Uh...

I didn't think you'd come.

I wasn't going to.

But then you said you wanted to
join Malcolm's new organization.

I understand he has
plans for a new mosque

and alliances with
African leaders.

I humbly submit I'd like
to be a part of that.

Do you understand how
delusional you sound?

You tried to kill him.

What makes you think
he'd welcome you

into his house of worship?

He might not, and I'd
have to accept that.

But more than Malcolm's
approval, I want yours.

You're a grown man. You
can do as you please.

I'm here to take responsibility
for my actions...

Toward him and toward you.

You said vile, heartbreaking
things when you rejected me.

Your pretty letters
can't change that.

As I said in those letters,

I was acting out of
fear and jealousy.

I don't need to replay this.
I shouldn't have come here.

You came because you still
have feelings for me.

- That's a lie.
- Isit?

To be honest, I wish my
father had killed you.

Well, I praise Allah he didn't.

Otherwise my house would've gone

to my little brother in Chicago.

- Oh, that's not fair!
- I know.

- He doesn't deserve it.
- No. You can't make me laugh.

I'm sorry.

Truly, Elise.

Just think about my words.

How is
this plan going to work?

We'll have police protection at
the Harbor both here and here.

My fishing boats will
come in at night,

so nobody's gonna see them.

These waters are strong.
Your boats are small.

My men are used to
negotiating the Atlantic.

The Hudson River is not
gonna be any problem.

Can your fishing boats
handle 3,000 kilos of heroin?

My men have transported
guns, artillery,

even human beings
in boats like these.

They'll meet your
steamship from Marseilles

at about 20 nautical miles out.

We have radar, so Coast
Guard will be nowhere near.

This plan is safe,
and it will work.

This is all good.

But, uh, my bosses insist

I meet with the Italians to
see what they have to say.

The Italians will never
pay for the duji up front.

You know that, right?

Maybe, but I must first
hear them out of respect.

Whoever controls the
heroin, controls Harlem.

That has to be us.

Whatever Colombo
says, we'll do better.

You know me.

I paid up front last
time. I'll do it again.

Agreed.

I respect your offer.

But I must hear him out.

It's just business, as you know.

So you two motherfuckers are
gonna stick together on this?

Bumpy has offered to pay
the full price up front.

Well, the Families have
been doing business

with the Corsicans for decades.

We've never paid more than half.

I'm afraid Bumpy Johnson
has changed all that.

Ah.

You tell your bosses that
if they sell to Johnson,

they're gonna have a
problem not just with me,

but all Five Families.

Listen, the men I work
for are businessmen.

We don't get involved
in such things.

Oh, yeah? Well, I think
you're pretty involved.

Work it out with
Bumpy Johnson, not me.

You do realize I take this
as a sign of disrespect?

His offer is better.

If you beat his offer,
there will be no problem.

Oh.

You mean if I bend over and
let you fuck me in the ass?

What would you do in my place?

Listen to reason.

There was a man you used
to work for, Jean Jehan.

You remember him?

Bumpy Johnson put a
bullet in his head.

Can you trust him not
to do the same to you

if he doesn't get his way?

I trust Bumpy Johnson.

I'm not sure that
isn't a mistake.

But what will it take to make
you trust me just the same?

A better offer.

Then that's what you'll get.

Hmm.

He wants to join
Malcolm's new mosque.

Be a part of the
political struggle

as well as the spiritual one.

I don't believe it.

Do you still have
feelings for him?

No. Not at all.

Listen. Sometimes the
heart is irrational.

I don't have feelings.

In my opinion, Black men
have had it really rough.

They're often misguided.

I sometimes think they
need, how should I put it,

extra special care.

You didn't have that
problem with Malcolm.

Didn't I?

You should have seen
the way he courted me.

It was ridiculous.

He was awkward, standoffish,

in a word... lost.

He asked me to marry
him over the phone.

- No.
- It's true.

Yes, but Omar...

Omar tried to do
something unforgivable.

All I know is, there are
too many Black Muslims

who despise Malcolm because
of lies they've been told.

When Malcolm has their
best interests at heart.

And Omar fell right
into that trap.

Exactly.

And maybe he's
come to his senses.

People can change.

They can.

But he's lost my trust.

Then he has to get it back.

- How?
- Not words.

Deeds.

Yeah.

Yesterday was amazing.

Mm.

Mm-hmm.

You want a cigarette?

Nah. Nah.

You know what I would like?

Hmm?

I would like some
more of that shit.

What shit?

You know.

Cocaína.

Ay, papi, I wish I had some,
but that's impossible to find.

Where'd you get it?

I don't remember.

What, it just fell
into your lap?

Yeah. Something like that.

So tell me more about your job
at the extermination company.

I asked you a simple question

and you're acting
all jinky and shit.

Who'd you get the cocaine from?

I got it from a guy who
hangs out here sometimes.

He works for Jose Battle.

And? He has a name?

- Reuben.
- Reuben.

But, Nat, he tried to
date me until I found out

he was a gangster.

And I don't go with
gangsters, you know?

And he's very jealous.

Amorcito.

No gangster could ever
be good enough for you.

Maybe you could tell
me what he looks like.

So, the word is out on the
streets that dope's coming.

Junkies are goin' crazy!

- That right?
- Yeah.

We better cut that shit thin,

or else we're gonna
sell out fast.

You ever remember your dreams?

My dreams?

Only when I dream about the war.

I got the same one every time.

The Battle of Chosin.

Lost a lot of men that day.

I been told I
sometimes shout out.

Why are you asking me that?

Been having a lot
of dreams lately.

Sometimes about Elise.

Hey there, little one.

I'm high, Daddy.

Leave me alone.

Sometimes
about junkies.

Well, them junkies are about

to make all your
dreams come true.

We'll be having the Italians
eating out of our hands.

Speak of the devil.

What the fuck?!

Table for three?

Oh, sister, we're just
gonna drop in on a friend.

Uh, you mind if I sit?

♪ Tell me, what's the
use, what's the use? ♪

I'm the type of guy that likes
to deliver bad news in person.

I'm the type of guy who
likes to hear it, quick.

Yeah, real fast.

You won't be participating
in the next shipment.

Says who?

The Corsicans have agreed
to make me their sole buyer

at the usual rate... Half
up front, half later.

Monsieur 98 already
accepted my offer.

Yeah.

I went over his head.

Take a look.

- Ugh!
- Oh!

Fuckin' fuckin' fuck!

So, you see, if you
want to sell any dope,

you're gonna have to buy from me

like every other
motherfucker in this town.

Retail.

On my terms.

Or... I don't know...

Maybe I won't sell
to you at all.

Enjoy your meal.

Motherfucker!

Haven't seen that in a while.

I was just thinking
how much I've changed

since I wore this uniform.

Mm.

In Africa I wore my own clothes,

and I met with world leaders

and they respected me as a woman
who could be a leader herself.

That is wonderful.

Did I tell you in Ghana
I met a black woman

who had one of the highest
positions in government?

Susanna Al-Hassan.

She and President Nkrumah
did everything together.

Oh, that's inspiring.

You know the feeling, Mayme,

'cause of the work you're
doing in politics for HARYOU.

I want to do the
same for Malcolm.

I am so happy that Malcolm
sees you as so capable

he can trust you with all
the things he's dealing with.

Which is why I feel
a responsibility

to protect him, if I can.

Like my father's doing.

Omar wants to work for Malcolm,

and even if he's sincere,
my feelings get in the way.

Well, no one reads people
better than your father.

And if you are
anything like him,

you'll be able to
tell if he's sincere.

You have that gift.

It is your birthright.

Use it.

Hm.

Did you get word to my father?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, what'd he say?

He wants to play it safe.

He doesn't wanna
take any chances.

He wants me to look after you.

You're lying.

Excuse me?

Well, who'd you talk
to? How'd you get word?

Through his Jew lawyer.

- Goldman?
- Yeah.

That's not his name.

Oh, whatever. I talked to him.

Don't bullshit me. I
know how to read people.

Look...

if I let you go and something
happens to you, I'm dead.

I can't do what you ask, Stella,

so shut the fuck up about it
and make the best of things!

You're so full of shit!

You wanna go to Paris...

this is as close as
you're gonna get.

You know, when your
boss gives you a gift,

it's wise to accept it.

I'm trying to be friendly here!

I let you go where you
want, do what you want.

But never alone! There's
always someone fucking with me,

and it's driving me insane!

Then maybe you shouldn't
have called the Feds

in the first place.

You did this to
yourself, Stella, not me.

Answer the fucking phone!

Colombo's gonna come to you
to protect his shipment.

He already has.

He wants me to turn a
blind eye, just like you.

Whatever he's paying
you, I'll triple it.

What, so you can just
steal it from him?

That's myconcern.

Either way, the dope is
coming into this community.

It will kill and leave
destruction in its wake.

Crime will rise,
along with despair

and a never-ending
cycle of pain.

Dope addiction is gonna be here
long after you and I are gone.

Just tell me what his plan is.

I was first in my class.
Did you know that?

I figured as much.

And one of only
three black cadets.

They treated us like the
academy was forced to hire us.

Like we were unqualified.

And I spent my entire
life proving them wrong.

What do you care what those
white motherfuckers think?

It matters what I
think of myself.

And if I don't do what you ask,

you will expose me as the fraud
that I am and get me fired.

And if I don't
help the Italians,

they'll do the same, or worse.

If I'm in control of the dope,
then I got leverage over them.

They can't touch you.

Well, that won't be necessary.

- I'm resigning.
- What do you mean?

Now I'm no use to
either one of you,

and you both can go
straight to hell.

You would throw away
your whole career?

Everything that
you've worked for?

That's right.

My conscience won't allow me
to be a party to this evil.

¿Quién es Reuben?

Reuben?

Who the fuck are you?

My name's Nat Pettigrew.

I hear you have something
I'm very interested in.

I only want to buy a little bit.

I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.

I work for Bumpy Johnson.

Shit.

Why didn't you
fucking say so, man?

My man.

I wanna start off small.
Maybe you can sell me a key.

A key?

Mm-hmm.

You know how hard it is
to get this shit, man?

The leaf is grown in Peru.

Then it's processed in
Chile, then off to Cuba,

then on a boat or a plane
to Miami, then Harlem.

We deal in ounces,
hermano, not keys.

How much is an ounce?

$3,000.

$3... Are you out
your fuckin' mind?!

That's the price, amigo.

Take it or leave it.

Okay. Alright.

I'll take an ounce.

You're in luck.

I just had a Pan Am
stewardess put two ounces

in her panties, just yesterday.

Meet me at Mount Morris,
135th Street entrance,

10:00 tonight, okay?

Mount Morris. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

By the way, who
gave you my name?

You know, not too many
people deal in this stuff,

and now I see why.

$3,000 a fuckin' ounce?

Specifically, who
told you about me?

I don't know, man.

Maybe it was one of
the bartenders here.

Hmm.

Alright.

- Salud.
- Salud.

It's, uh, j-just such
an honor to meet you.

My wife's talked a lot about
your work, and about you.

When Mayme gave me
this commission,

I was flabbergasted.

Everybody in Harlem
knows Bumpy Johnson.

You know, some fear you,
some see you as their savior.

I'm neither of those
things.

What he is is a
very busy husband.

Carvens, why don't you show
us what you have so far?

Okay, uh, okay.

It's not finished yet.

Uh, I still have some
background to do.

I hope you like it.

I do think it's the best
work I've ever done.

I-I hope you don't mind,
but this is how I see you.

A... A man of many
contradictions.

You know, good and evil.

You think my husband is evil?

I see duality in every
person, even myself.

When I was a drug addict,

I did things to
myself and others

that I would consider evil.

And as a supplier of drugs,
I'm sure you feel the same way.

Go fuck yourself!

How dare you?!

We paid money for this shit?

For this insult?

You don't know shit about me

and I could give a fuck about
your two-bit psychology.

I grew up with chumps like you.

You blame me for yourweakness.

You blame drugs,
you blame society.

Look at yourself.

You ain't nothing but a
fucking talentless junkie.

Pay him the rest of his
money. I'm out of here.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

Thank you for meeting with me.

Ishould be thanking you.

I'm still not sure if
I can trust you, Omar.

I can understand that.

What I've written
are just words.

They can only do so much.

You need to see those
words in action.

That's true, but words
are also important.

I wish I could put into
words all that I'm feeling,

but I'm afraid I can't.

You see, I have to
admit something.

Putting you to the
test is one thing.

And I intend to do that.

But I have to put
myself to the test, too.

In what way?

I loved you once.

I believed in you.

I thought the feelings
in my heart were real.

When you imagine a
life with someone,

you create a future
in your mind.

And even if those feelings die,

that future still
lives on somewhere.

In mine, too, Elise.

I didn't dare mention that.

What are you really after, Omar?

Me or the cause?

I believe in what Malcolm
is doing with all my heart.

But I'm not gonna
lie to you, Elise.

I still love you. I do.

I can't help it.

This isn't about us.

It can't ever be.

This is about the cause.

This is about Malcolm
and his mission.

About the fate of our people.

About justice and equality.

This is about everything that is

so much more important
than you or me.

Do you understand that? I do.

What's that?

The Holy Quran.

I'm gonna make you swear on it.

I want you to swear that
you will never do anything

to harm Malcolm.

I swear before Allah,
and on pain of death.

Now it's your turn.

Swear you don't love me anymore.

I'm not ready for that just yet.

Pettigrew.

Sorry I'm late.

Hey.
You got the stuff?

You got the money?

Yeah, I got the money, man.
I got the money right here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Lemme see the coke.
- It's in the car.

Alright, well, then go get it.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Alright.

You know, I got somebody
I want you to meet.

Whoa. What the fuck
you doing, man?

No, no, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's she doing here?

I found out how you got my name.

Come on, man. Let her go, man.

Go ahead and tell him.

Tell him!

He's my husband.

Okay, l-listen, I-I didn't
know that was your wife, okay?

Reuben, I just want
to do business...

You're gonna gimme
that fuckin' 3 grand

or I'm gonna kill her.

That's the price you owe me
for fucking my wife, yeah?

What the fuck you doing, man?

I'll blow this fucking puta's
head off in three seconds.

Three...

two...

one... Whoa, whoa! Okay, okay.

Here. Alright?

You want the money,
take the money.

Now let her go. Come on.

- Let her go?
- Yeah. Let her go.

- So you can fuck her again?
- Come on.

I don't think so.

- Now, I know you're packin'.
- Come on, man.

Toss over your piece, yeah?

Alright. I'm gonna
reach for it, okay?

Don't do nothing
stupid, man, alright?

Fuck! Aah!

Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Come on. Get up.

Now what are you doing?

Goddamn.

Look at that.

It's beautiful.

I guess we both
lied to each other.

You didn't tell me
you had a husband,

and I told you I
wasn't a gangster.

Adiós, chica.

So now you're gonna fix
yourself some booze?

- You gonna start drinking again?
- I don't wanna hear it, alright?

What you did to that
boy's painting was wrong.

What has gotten into you?

He was insulting me!

He is an artist!

It is how he sees you.

And I am beginning to think
he is not far from right.

What's that supposed to mean?

I think you know.

You don't want me to be
in the heroin business?

Is that it?

It's not good for you,
for your... for your...

For your image,

for your political
work?

No, it is not good for me.

It is not good for
anything but money!

Well, so now you get your wish.

I lost the duji to Colombo.

Now if I wanna sell it,
I got to buy it from him.

Like... Like I did
when I was a nobody.

A nothing.

I mean...

Drug addicts are
addicted to dope.

And drug dealers are
addicted to selling it.

Okay, Ronnie, you got
two keys coming your way.

You put 50% down,
rest is on commission.

You got it, boss.

Anybody hear from
Bumpy Johnson yet?

Not yet. The other
Black gangs in Harlem

are already puttin'
in orders without him.

None of his men
have approached you?

Nah.

Strange.

Without heroin, all of his
businesses will start to fail.

He's too smart for that shit.

Who needs Bumpy Fuckin' Johnson?

Word's out on the
street about this dope.

Junkies are crawling all
over themselves to get it.

♪ I know you miss me

♪ Who it's gon' be if it
ain't me, lil' baby? ♪

♪ I'm in your city

♪ 'Cause I need
it one more time ♪

♪ Might lose it all, I swear

♪ I need it tonight

♪ Ooh

♪ Ah

♪♪

♪ I need it one more time

♪ Might lose it all, I swear

♪ I need it tonight

♪ I need it one more time

♪ Thinkin' how we played out

♪ Really I feel awful about
it, but ain't never said it ♪

♪ We ain't gotta talk about it

♪ They'll never know,
when I'm with you ♪

♪ I play a different role

♪ Can't move off emotion,
this shit deep now ♪

♪ I got self-control

♪ I ain't never
tried to hold you ♪

♪ Niggas try to
high and low me ♪

♪ I can break it down
in dumbest terms ♪

♪ And show you how you owe me

♪ Still try and back door me

♪ I know how to go about it

♪ I know everything, but I treat
you like I don't know about it ♪

♪ Wildin' in Skyami, we
took shrooms and caught ♪

♪ A different vibe

♪ Bitches can't fuck with
you, you the one, for real ♪

♪ I peep your style

♪ I gotta get to it, I'm OT,
so it's gon' be a while ♪

♪ It feel a lil' better when
I ain't seen you, yeah ♪

♪ I know you miss me

♪ Who it's gon' be if it
ain't me, lil' baby? ♪

♪ I'm in your city

♪ 'Cause I need
it one more time ♪

♪ Ooh