We needed a fresh start.
Harlem's mine.
-Times have changed. -I haven't.
They are inclined to give Bumpy a pass.
I can't kill a nigger who fires a shotgun in my place?
-Bumpy Johnson. -Malcolm X.
I wanna shut it down.
-I got guns. -I got soldiers.
But association with the man
who puts poison onto our streets
doesn't square with your work here.
I'm high, Daddy. Leave me alone.
I can't.
Reverend Powell is like a movie star.
She wants $200,000.
I'm being shaken down by a bag lady.
Did you kill Zambrano?
Of course not. He's a made man.
-Hey, Stell. -Ernie Nunzi.
You're even more beautiful.
I've been with a lot of girls, but this is something different.
If you go after Chin, anything can happen.
You're not safe in Harlem right now.
I'm gonna get Chance to take you down
to my sister's in Spartanburg.
I can't believe I'm leaving Harlem.
I would ask for her hand in marriage.
She doesn't fuckin' love you!
She loves that fuckin' Black bastard!
-We could make a move on Bumpy. -How?
I got a guy in Palermo, Sicily.
-Zip? -Yeah.
He's a specialist. Best zip there is.
You killed Zambrano. You lied to me!
It's not safe for you here.
-I ain't going nowhere--
Ah! Teddy?
You have ignored half a dozen subpoenas.
I can't get arrested in Harlem.
Ah!
Chickens coming home to roost.
In other words, you reap what you sow.
That was a very bad statement.
I would never knowingly challenge you.
But you did.
I would like to ask the commission
for a Five Families sanction to kill Bumpy Johnson.
-Salute. -Salute.
♪ Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
♪ I done been to hell
♪ You motherfuckers tryin' to catch me ♪
♪ We just all gonna burn in hell ♪
♪ I done been to jail
♪ I don't give a fuck about doing life for a jail cell ♪
♪ I done sold the drugs
♪ I done came with the war
♪ You try to catch me, motherfucker ♪
♪ I'ma burn this shit, aah!
♪ Whoooo!
♪ Whoo!
Ah!
Fuckin' guineas.
♪ I done been to jail
♪ I done did numbers
♪ I done been to hell, I done been under ♪
♪ Difference between a boss and a runner ♪
♪ Well, if you dig it, no way, unh-unh ♪
♪ I'm doing what you wanna
♪ Playing the game in the off season ♪
♪ Niggas need to stop
♪ You gonna fuck around and end up ♪
♪ Rolled up in the carpet
♪ Luck stops there
♪ Fuck outta here
Fuck!
Cut that nigger off!
♪ Catch, catch
♪ C-C-C-Catch me if you can
Bravo, this is Delta. Friendlies inbound.
Alpha's on the block.
Secure the perimeter.
Whoa, whoa! What happened?
Guineas spotted me.
Chased me all the way from the waterfront.
You're bleeding.
Yeah, well, so is he.
-Oh-ho! -Oh, shit!
Monsieur, s'il vous plait.
Je ne parle pas Anglais.
Get him upstairs.
What do you want?
The word on the street is that the Italians
are taking down payments on a very large shipment of dope
coming out of Marseille.
You're Jehan's right-hand man.
You're his chemist.
You arrange the shipments for him.
If you're here, then he's here.
I don't know who this Jean Jehan is.
-I do not know this man. -Where is Jean Jehan?
I just told you. I don't know this guy!
Okay. We'll do this the hard way.
Just tell me where he is, and I don't have to hurt you.
Putain de connard, tu vas mourir!
-Where is Jean Jehan?
Aah!
♪ 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 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 keep a revolver with your name ♪
♪ Just in case
Three fuckin' months.
I'm going crazy.
I feel like I got bugs in my brain.
Things aren't much better for us down here.
The only thing keeping me sane
is knowing that you and Margaret are safe.
I gotta make my move.
I can't go on like this.
I gotta put the squeeze on the guineas,
get them to lift these sanctions from my head.
Messing with them is what got us here in the first place.
I got us into this, and I want to get us out.
You hear me?
But if my plan doesn't work,
I want you to promise me something.
That you'll tell Margaret what kind of man I was.
The man you know.
Not the man the world knows.
The man you know.
She needs to hear from you what was our story.
So, what are you planning?
The guineas--
they care more about their heroin
than they do about seeing me dead.
I'm gonna sever the French Connection.
One fuckin' nigger.
You can get Oswald to kill the president.
You can't bring me one fuckin' nigger?
It ain't one. It's all of Harlem.
They protect him.
Anytime we get a drop on where Johnson's hiding,
we go out there, and, poof, è fumo Nero.
Yeah, è fumo Nero.
They got fuckin' walkie-talkies.
They're on rooftops. It's impossible.
He moves from one apartment to the next.
He never stays more than two, three nights.
-What can we do?
Fuckin' idiots. Get a radio. Listen in.
We did that. They speak in some fuckin' code.
Yeah, how's he get his food? Who brings it to him?
How's he check in on his numbers, his gambling?
Huh? Are you following the cars out of Palmetto?
These are questions that you should be asking.
The other families can't find him neither.
The other families don't control Harlem. I do.
It's humiliating is what it is.
I should have never sent Benny to Florida.
Johnson would be six feet under by now.
Brother Minister.
Good day, Captain Henry.
Thank you, Sister Marny.
Thank you, Sister.
Malcolm.
Thank you for taking the time.
What can I do for you?
My 90-day suspension is up.
Has it been 90 days?
Oh, wow.
Damn, I guess it has.
I'm ready to return to the temple.
Oh, we received no approval from the Dear Holy Apostle,
which, of course, is necessary.
I've written him three letters, haven't heard back.
He's a busy man.
Or perhaps he never received them.
Now, I'm aware that there are people in the Chicago mosque
who are against me.
They seek to fan the flames of discord.
You created discord when you disobeyed his edict
not to speak of the Kennedy assassination.
Look, Henry...
Come on, Brother. You and I were friends once.
I need to set this straight so I can come back.
Listen, right now,
you are not his first priority.
Now, you probably heard the lies
of his alleged sexual infidelities.
Lies indeed.
Spread by the white devil
to cast aspersions on his leadership.
What if they're true?
What if they're true, Malcolm?
He's gonna need a strong defense.
Then I'll defend him.
I brought your man back.
Is this Bumpy Johnson I see underneath that beard?
C'est moi.
What happened to Monsieur 98?
Took some convincing to get him to tell me where you were.
He's a good man.
Are you okay?
Mm-hmm.
Bordeaux?
I'll have a ginger ale.
We fought side by side to liberate Corsica
from the Germans. Never got a scratch.
Then he met you.
Your friend's stubborn.
Hopefully, you're more reasonable.
What do you want from me?
I want you to be my supplier.
You know me, Jean.
I helped Lucky Luciano move the first loads
that you brought into New York City.
Lucky trusted me because I'm a man of my word.
I'm developing a distribution system
that will expand your business.
Ten Harlems, rather than just one.
What does that mean, "Ten Harlems"?
I have a relationship with all the Black dons
in every major city.
We cut out the Italians as middlemen,
sell to the user directly.
We expand our territory, and we make a fortune.
If I make enemies of all Five Families,
I end up like you-- with a price.
The Italians have been trying to kill me for three months,
et voilà, I'm still here, no?
Harlem is mine.
Harlem is not yours, Bumpy.
It's theirs.
I mean, I find your proposal intriguing.
But you are a desperate man, and that's why I have to say no.
Know it or not, you will be my supplier.
♪ Feelin' better, 'cause I'm over you ♪
♪ I learned my lesson, it left a scar ♪
♪ And now I...
Good morning, my beauty.
♪ Now I see how you really are ♪
♪ You're no good
You ready for some food?
-♪ Baby, you're no good -Huh?
♪ I'm gonna say it again
Yes? No? Maybe?
♪ You're no good
When are you gonna let me out of this room?
Stella...
we have been over this 100 times.
When your father is sure
that you are not a danger to yourself.
♪ But I wouldn't blame him if he said to me ♪
♪ "You're no good, you're no good ♪
♪ You're no good"
Come on.
I want you to eat something.
Come on, get up.
Look. Nice peppers and eggs.
Coffee.
And your favorite homemade biscotti.
Stella...
I want you to look at me.
We are gonna forget all about Teddy.
We're gonna forget about everything bad
that has happened.
You understand?
And I want you to know me and Daddy
are so happy that you are back home.
This isn't a home. It's a jail.
-Oh, my God. -I hate you!
-Oh, my God! -I hate all of you!
Stella!
Jesus Christ, have mercy on my soul!
President Johnson has been
trying to push the legislation through
since President Kennedy was assass--
How you doing, Minister?
Girls still at school?
Yes.
I fixed you a lunch, even though it's late.
Thank you.
Things didn't go well?
I don't believe Elijah has ever even received my letters.
And I'm still silenced.
The girls will be home soon.
You'll feel better when you see them.
Did you hear what I said?
Of course I did.
It's just, what can we do?
They throw rocks through our windows,
block my letters,
put poison into Elijah's ears.
Elijah hears what he wants to.
Betty, can't you see what's happening?
The mosque is my home, and my enemies are pushing me out.
No.
This is your home.
I know the past few months have been hard on you,
but we've never spent so much time as a family.
The kids are finally getting to know you.
I've never seen them smile so much.
Maybe we can take them to the park when they get back?
Maybe.
Yes, I know.
You have work to do.
Okay, as per the agreement,
this is a million and a half dollars,
which represents half.
Now, this was collected by the families.
The rest is due on delivery.
Bumpy Johnson came to see me today,
after having cut the face of my chemist to find me.
He wants me to be his supplier.
What the fuck are you talking about?
How could it be that you had a bounty on his head
for three months and he's not dead?
One single Negro against Five Families.
That's on you, Chin.
Oh, fuck you, Joe.
You control Harlem.
He's got a whole community watching out for him.
Then put some more buttons on the street.
That's a great fuckin' idea.
More white guys. What's that gonna do?
I might as well put a-a sign on their chest saying,
"I'm a hit man."
Come on, Joe. You ever been to Harlem?
It's easy to spot a white guy.
I gotta stand here and listen to this ex-chauffeur
with his bullshit excuses?
Basta!
Capito. Enough.
Hey, Boss.
We have more important things to do here.
I think I got something, right?
There's this Negro up on hun-forty,
said he's seen this chick in a white habit delivering food
to all these different apartments.
Some Muslim.
And she's been going straight to Bumpy Johnson.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
I got the DeMarco brothers up there right now.
Mark my words, Johnson's a fuckin' dead man.
We cannot afford to continue like this.
No disrespect.
Maybe you're good for something after all.
It's a big concern.
You know what I'm fuckin' tired of?
Frogs from the Corsican countryside
questioning how we run things in New York.
Yeah. Well, I'm tired of listening
to your big fuckin' mouth.
Bumpy Johnson's gonna be dead by the end of the day.
I give you my word.
"It is darkness, and it is night,
and all beasts of the forest do creep forth."
D-Doesn't reading in a car make you nauseous?
Not when I'm contemplating the word of God.
Wingate, what is the cause of that sour look?
Washington is where you're needed.
We have an opportunity to pass
an even stronger Civil Rights Act
than with Kennedy, God rest his soul.
Oh, gosh!
Harlem is in my blood.
Now, if I can't be on the streets
delivering the word of God to my people,
I won't have the strength to fight those southern Dixiecrats.
The second you set foot back in Harlem, you'll be arrested.
Mm, not on Sunday.
You think the Sheriff's Department's
gonna let you go 'cause you're giving a sermon on Sunday?
No, I think the Sheriff's Department
is closed on Sundays.
I can't stand Washington anymore.
I wanna be home with my people,
order my ribs at the Red Rooster,
water my plants.
Well, then you should have paid off Esther James
instead of fighting her in court.
We'll set a meeting.
Friendlies inbound.
Pennsylvania plates.
♪ But, mm, baby, come on back ♪
♪ As I walked down this boulevard ♪
Let me get this straight.
You wanna steal his fuckin' duji
just to get him to agree.
Gotta keep the pressure on him.
Get this contract on my head lifted and my family home.
You understand that, right, Sam?
Yeah, I do understand wanting to leave this shithole.
What the hell is that?
That's, uh-- that's home security.
Home security?
Yeah, man. I don't know, man.
Uh...
how you expect me to steal 500 keys?
You got the best hijacking crew on the whole East Coast.
The Corsicans process the duji in Marseille.
They pack it into cars, and they ship it to New York.
I bribed a customs agent to give me the plate numbers.
My man Chance here-- he's a helluva sniper.
Take him along. He'll watch your back.
Even if I was to do this crazy shit...
what's my cut?
If my plan works, you'll get the duji at half the price
that you pay the guineas in Philly right now.
Risky.
Risk equals reward.
Shit's getting old, man.
The white man running things that should be ours.
The ghetto buys the product, then the ghetto should sell it,
not the white man.
My brother Malcolm X-- he's got a name for it.
What's that?
Black economics.
Mm-hmm.
I just don't know how much more I can take of this.
I know.
She's resting.
Ricciarelli?
Best in the world.
Mind if I...
I made them for you.
Mmm.
It's even better than Mama's.
Better than Mom's.
Stella's grieving,
and she blames you for that Negro boy's death.
Yeah, well, I didn't have nothin' to do with that.
Hey. You want a glass of milk?
No, thank you.
She's confused, Vincent. She, uh...
she needs to feel safe.
She needs to feel safe.
I need to feel safe.
She almost cracked my head open this morning.
My suggestion is to allow some incremental freedoms.
She's been locked in that room for almost a month.
Show her you trust her, and she will,
with God's blessing, do the same.
What if she tries to kill herself again?
Oh, stop.
Stella has a strong faith in God.
I don't think that she believes suicide is any longer an option.
Give her time. Give her freedom.
She needs one of those-- whattayacallit--
uh, chaperones.
So, why you lookin' at me?
I cannot go near her.
I can't go near her anymore.
I'm sorry, Vincent. I can't do it.
Hand me one of those fuckin' cookies.
Thank you.
It's good to see you, Brother Minister.
Ah, it is good to be seen, Sister.
90 days of silence...
it has been difficult.
I missed our talks.
And I'm starving.
Yeah, me, too.
Oh, boy. Let's see.
Hey, I, um...
I ran into your father not too long ago.
At one of his hideouts? How'd you find him?
-Well, he found me. -Mm.
Yeah, he told me about how you saved his life.
By killing a man.
It was kill or be killed.
You're a strong woman, Sister Elise.
Able to defend yourself and those you love.
You are an asset to the Nation.
But taking a life-- it can harm the soul.
I don't want to see that happen to you.
There are many men in the nation who kill
for one reason or another, Brother Minister.
I assure you, my heart remains open.
But what about yours?
Captain Henry said you were defiant today.
He's a liar.
If you don't submit, they aren't gonna let you back in.
Let me tell you about Captain Henry Jones.
Now, this man is a criminal so stupid
that after he went over and punched a safe on Delancey,
he went back in because he forgot his smokes
-next to the safe.
Two years he got for that, now.
The Nation saves you from Satan but not stupidity.
Mm. Yeah, he may be stupid, but he has Elijah's ear.
We need you back in the Nation.
I need you.
What do you feel like eating?
Yeah, keep after it.
All right, let me know when you're here.
All right.
Anything on Johnson?
Yeah.
They're trailing that Muslim lady.
It's looking good.
Hang on a sec. I-I got another job for you.
Have a seat.
-What is it? -Yeah.
I want you to take my daughter out.
What are you, fuckin' crazy?
Easy, ya mamaluke.
Not on a date.
I need you to take her for a walk in the park,
you know, get her some fresh air.
Like, uh...
like a health walk.
-A health walk? -Yeah.
She hates me.
Your daughter fuckin' hates me. You realize that?
You want me to take her on a health walk?
Look...
I got a daughter in my house who tried to kill herself.
She wants out.
I can't keep her locked up forever.
I just need somebody to keep an eye on her.
Butter!
It's like butter!
Hey, Elise. What you got for us?
You wanna take Bumpy Johnson's meal, you go right ahead.
Ooh. Oh, shit.
I ain't got no death wish.
-Come on, I'll take you up. -Thank you.
You hear this?
You wanna grab something to eat, Junie?
Yeah, I could eat. Let's go to Well's.
Well's it is. Back in 20.
-Don't take too long. -All right, Chance.
How you doin', Daddy?
Hey. What you got there?
Rice and gravy, geechee-style.
You ask me...
it's over already.
What do you mean?
Malcolm turned the Nation into a force.
Elijah knows it. Malcolm knows it.
Nation ain't big enough for the two of them.
I can't imagine Malcolm gone from the Nation.
Question is, what are you gonna do when he is?
Hey.
Hey, Daddy. I miss you.
I miss you, too.
It's so boring out here.
It's slower down there in Charleston.
Try to enjoy it, all right?
Okay.
Your aunt makes the best peach cobbler.
Yeah, I could go for some of that right about now.
Serve the Lord!
Is Elise with you?
I miss her. I wanna talk to her.
All right, honey.
Talk to your daughter-- your sister.
-Hey, Margaret. -Hey, Elise.
♪ Through the Valley of Death
♪ Oh, I don't fear no man
♪ Just guiding myself
Hey. Come on. Let's go.
Get in the bathroom. You'll be all right.
♪ No, I don't fear no man
♪ Just guiding myself
♪ 'Cause they not worthy, worthy, worthy ♪
♪ Worthy
You good?
Good.
♪ Flying out the cage, a beast from the jungle ♪
♪ Will you make it out the struggle ♪
♪ Like this is hard to be humble? ♪
♪ I step with the best of them, step for the rest of them ♪
♪ Send a street sweeper to clean, but make a mess of 'em ♪
Fuck it, then, fuck!
♪ I'ma write a law, keep blessing 'em ♪
♪ Got big city dreams, we get it by any means ♪
♪ Dirty or clean, whichever come first ♪
♪ Thought this money was a blessing ♪
♪ But instead, it's my curse
Fuck.
Elise?
Hello?
Mm.
Hmm.
How's it going?
That feels wonderful.
Mm.
But I've got to finish this.
What are you doing?
I'm attempting to regain the Dear Holy Apostle's trust.
Seems to me, he should be trying to regain yours.
Well, those rumors about his infidelities--
they needn't hurt him,
'cause even if they were true,
they can be justified by the Koran itself.
So I'm preparing a document of verses that will expiate
any wrongdoing, real or imagined.
But he's denied it.
If the rumors are true, he's a liar.
Watch your tongue, woman!
Please show respect.
If those rumors are true
and he took advantage of young girls,
don't those girls matter?
My entire purpose is to serve the Dear Holy Apostle
and to spread the word of Islam.
Without that, who am I?
A father and a husband.
Isn't that purpose enough?
Flowers?
Bad idea.
You want a drink of booze before you go in there?
Trust me, you're gonna need it.
-How is she? -How is she?
Violent.
She's got a loose screw, okay?
So, if I was you,
I wouldn't even try to reason with her.
I don't know.
Well, I just gotta take her out, keep her safe.
Yeah, well, I wouldn't worry about her.
I'd worry about you.
♪ You don't own me
♪ I'm not just one of your many toys ♪
♪ You don't own me
♪ Don't say I can't go with other boys ♪
Hey, Stell?
♪ Don't tell me what to do
What are you reading?
♪ Don't tell me...
"A Moveable Feast" by Hemingway.
You read it?
It's his memoirs about his life in Paris.
I'd like to go to Paris someday.
♪ Don't try to chain me in
You been there?
No.
Right.
All you bastards never leave East Harlem.
Your father just wants you to go out, so...
I gotta go with you.
♪ Don't tell you what to do
Why you?
I don't like this any more than you do,
but it's not about me.
He wants what's best for you, so I don't know--
shopping, fresh air.
So, where do you wanna go?
Paris.
All right. Seriously.
I'm serious.
Look...
it cannot be good for you,
cooped up in this room like this all day.
So we can go for a walk. We can get some fresh air.
I can take you for a bite to eat.
I can take you shopping, whatever you want.
Can you come here?
I wanna ask you something.
♪ Yeah, don't tell me what to do ♪
♪ Don't tell me what to say
♪ And please, when I go out with you ♪
You think I'm a danger to myself?
I didn't say that.
Well, everyone else does.
I don't know, Stella. I don't know.
Come on, just...
take a guess.
Maybe.
All right.
That's fair.
Hey.
I wanna tell you a secret.
It's just between you and me.
I don't want them to hear.
When Teddy died...
I died, too.
What the fuck?
Stell, what the fuck are you doing?
I'm getting out of here one way or the other.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You spoiled little bitch.
You have fuckin' everything.
You realize that? You have everything.
You got a beautiful fuckin' house.
You got a family that loves you.
You got a father willing to do anything in the world for you.
Teddy knew what he was getting into with you.
You think this is what he'd want?
For you to blow your fuckin' brains all over the floor?
I'm gonna take you to lunch, Stella.
You don't like the food, you can kill yourself after.
You looked really scared there.
You pull that trigger, I'd be as good as dead, too.
That's good to know.
Oh, my God.
Come on. Let's go get some food.
-I'm starving.
Now, don't say anything to inflame her.
I mean it.
That woman came out of the womb inflamed--
with the fires of hell.
She agreed to the $40,000 payout. That's a win.
That's gravy on top of the steak
the mob gave her to take me down.
Miss James.
Mr. Wingate.
Miss James, I wanna thank you
for agreeing to meet with me today
so that we can finally put this unpleasantness behind us.
Don't give me no sermon, Reverend.
Just hand over the cash.
Of course.
But before I do that,
I wanna make sure we have an understanding.
I need you to cease all legal proceedings
and make no mention to the press about our settlement.
You ashamed of doing what's right? Why?
The publicity generated by you
and your Mafia-supported legal team
are getting in the way
of passing important civil rights legislation.
See, there you go again, associating me with mobsters.
Ah, I assure you, the Reverend misspoke.
I only want a guarantee that if I give you
what amounts to every last dime I have,
you'll keep your mouth shut.
And here I was, expecting an apology.
$40,000 is apology enough, especially when--
I...
will also apologize...
to you.
I...
am...
sorry.
So, can we forgive and forget like Jesus?
Jesus never called me a bag lady.
And Jesus was never bent over a barrel by the mob.
But even if He was,
I'm sure he'd turn the other cheek.
As I'm about to do.
Well, now, that sordid business is behind us.
After I count my money.
And if anything is missing, you'll be reading about it
in "The New York Times."
I was able to find 19 Koranic verses
that can be used as a defense if necessary.
Let's hope it's not.
Now, I'm hoping this makes the Dear Holy Apostle
very clear on my willingness to submit.
Mm.
Have a seat.
I was thinking about what you said to me yesterday,
about how we used to be friends.
Hmm.
Yeah, it makes me think about how the Dear Holy Apostle
found us, like so many others, in prison.
He took us from the big house to his house, didn't he?
Yeah.
In the spirit of humility, forgiveness.
I admit, I was jealous over your close relationship with him.
I want to apologize for that.
I appreciate that.
I'm looking forward to you coming back,
Brother Minister.
It's time to take Harlem back.
I got my pieces in position.
500 kilos of heroin are docking as we speak.
♪ Whoo
It may be crazy to steal from the mob,
but this is a game of chess,
and I'm putting their greed in check.
♪ Whoo
♪ Whoo, whoo
♪ I done been to war
♪ You motherfuckers wanna come? ♪
♪ We can all just get it on
♪ I done been to hell
Come on.
If my plan works, you can finally come home.
I love you, Ellsworth.
I love you, too.
Thank you for coming.
You stole the dope, didn't you?
Let's just say I know the people who did.
Easy, 98, or I'll have to cut the other side of your face.
I know the folks who stole your dope.
It'll take some convincing, but I can get it back for you.
What do you want?
Your supply and your support.
I'm gonna get these Mafia sanctions taken off my head,
and you get my Ten Harlems.
What makes you think I even agree to that proposal?
You and me are more alike than you think.
We're both visitors to this country.
The only difference is you came here by choice.
I'm a second-class citizen in my own country,
and I gotta fight for what's mine.
I'm assuming you leave me no choice?
That's right. You have no choice in the matter.
Welcome to America.
That frog ran off with our money.
You don't know that, asshole.
Listen, I'm sure there's an explanation for this.
Well, what the fuck does it matter?
The--The dope wasn't at the drop-off.
I say we hit Jehan and those fuckin' Corsican bastards
before they leave the country.
-What?
Speak of the devil. You believe this shit?
Oh, you're fucking kidding me.
You're kidding me, right?
-You come here?
Hey, that would not be wise.
-If you want your heroin-- -Shut the fuck up!
Chin, put the fucking gun down. Put it down!
Sure.
Sure, but they're not walkin' out of here alive.
You guys been trying to kill me for three months.
Make it easy for you.
I'm here. I turn myself in.
But if you shoot me,
you can kiss your shipments goodbye.
This Johnson's crazier than you, Chin.
If this commission votes to take these sanctions off of my head,
then I get you your dope back, every single key.
Fine.
And then we'll kill ya.
If you do that, I might just go home, for good.
Without him, you lose your connection to Marseille.
Without me, the thieves will sell your dope,
and you won't even see a dime of it.
So, what's it gonna be, gentlemen?
500 keys of heroin
or one more dead Negro in Harlem?
One dead Negro.
Chin.
There is a set of laws by which we live.
If the commission votes this way, we're obliged to obey.
That way, we're obliged to obey.
-We took an oath to that. -Yeah, yeah.
All right, so, let's put it to a vote.
I say we kill him.
Oh, come on!
I know what you greedy bastards are doing.
He killed Zambrano,
and he stole our dope.
You care more about your money
than this thing of ours here.
He should die like a dog!
Listen, Chin.
Fuck you. I'd rather have my dope.
-Fuck. -Then it's settled.
You may leave, Mr. Johnson.
Good day.
What, may I ask, is this place we call "home"?
Home is not a place,
not a roof with four walls, but a moment,
and then another, building on each other
to create a solid shelter
that you take with you your entire life
wherever you may go.
♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh, oh
We leave something of ourselves behind
when we leave a place.
♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh
And there are things in us
that we only find when we return.
♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh ♪
Tend mightily to your home,
lest it fall into disrepair.
I'm sorry.
A home devoid of love
invites the devil into its foyer.
Dear Holy Apostle, I believe your suspicions are correct.
Malcolm has taken it upon himself
to suggest that the rumors are true.
I have the proof.
Just as a home with love,
be it a shack or a mansion,
has God as its shield and protector.
Home is an idea that only the homeless can fully appreciate
and the uprooted comprehend.
And in every home...
Amen.
...there's a little bit of heaven.
All right.
♪ Ohh, ohh