[Miss Willa] The numbers are good,
but it appears someone may be stealing dope.
-Junie Byrd? -It cannot be.
[Chance] Everybody clear out! Get the fuck out of here now!
How come you stealing dope from Bumpy?
[Pettigrew] Come on, man. Put the fucking gun down.
-I stole the duji, not Junie. -What?
Bumpy Johnson killed Jean Jehan.
He's trying to take over our dope connection.
Morgenthau is investigating the Five Families.
And you as well.
As a result, I'm going to have to raise the commission.
I wanted to talk to you.
-About what? -Margaret.
My daughter's not gonna be a Muslim.
Your granddaughter.
You pretend to be an honest businessman,
but you sell drugs and run numbers.
We are done with her, Ellsworth. She's out.
-It's not that simple. -It is for me.
I'm not sure you're taking into account
the many years Mayme spent devoted to that child.
I raised her. She calls me Mama.
Why can't you have your own child, Mayme?
I can't have children.
If you face the truth, perhaps the good parts of you
will reject the bad.
I shot Benny.
-Jesus Christ. -Ernie finished him off.
Are you going mental again? Have you been taking your pills?
I'm just tired of secrets.
This means Ernie and your daughter killed a made man--
Shut the fuck up! I know what it means!
Why the fuck would you do that?
Why would you tell your father we killed Benny?
How am I supposed to trust you?
Which is it, Dad? Is it this, or is it your family?
'Cause you got to make a choice.
'Cause if you kill Ernie, you're never gonna see me again.
Shut the fuck up, puttana. We're in this shit because--
[gunshot]
[gasps]
So this secret here, it stays between us.
You understand?
Maybe it's time we told Margaret the truth.
I'm not your daddy.
What?
And the truth is...
I'm your birth mother, Margaret.
I have two mommies?
Yes.
No more secrets.
♪
[knock on door]
Come in.
Welcome back to New York.
What's the word from Marseilles?
I have news.
Good or bad, you'll have to judge.
Spill it.
My superiors are ready to ship the heroin
when they receive the money.
$8.1 million.
Excuse me?
My partners require the full amount in advance.
They don't trust you.
That's fucked up.
Nobody gets the full amount up front.
Like I said, this is either good news or bad.
If you can't come up with the money, then it's bad.
I'll be at my hotel.
If you have the money, let me know.
♪
[Door opens, closes]
♪
[Bonanno] This thing of ours is dead.
We got rats who can't wait to make a deal
with the government.
We got that piece of shit Robert Morgenthau
who's looking to destroy us,
and what are we doing about it, huh? What?
We fight between ourselves about drugs, jealousy, greed?
Speak for your own family, Joe.
The Luccheses, we're just fine.
Tommy, shut the fuck up. [speaking Italian]
I started the Commission,
and it breaks my heart to say this,
but this Commission is a joke.
Come on, let's face it.
We don't settle disputes.
We sit around and watch everything fall to shit
while we wet our beaks and get fat.
You think Valachi did us damage, huh?
That was nothing.
We got bigger fucking problems now.
What's that?
The Blacks.
-[laughter] -I dig that. That's what's up.
[indistinct conversations, laughter]
[Jazz playing]
Ladies.
Oh. Bye.
-Bye. See y'all later. -Bye.
-Oh. -Lovely, lovely.
-Hmm. -I like that.
[clears throat]
What's going on?
At long last, we're here, gentlemen.
No Italian partners,
no middle-man status,
no fear of being ripped off or cut out.
We are in control of our own destiny.
We are what Malcolm X refers to as
"Black economic nationalists."
That's right.
There is, however, a wrinkle.
The Corsicans want to have full payment
of their shipment up front.
Bumpy, that's--that's crazy. I mean...
maybe you can afford that, being the big boss and all,
but how the rest of us supposed to come up
with that kind of cash?
He's right, Bumpy. I'm tapped out just putting up half.
I'm ready to bankroll a part of the down payment,
which you'll be able to repay after you sell your loads.
Oh, so we just field niggas for you now, huh?
Lamar's correct, man.
It ain't right. Shit ain't right.
You wanna go and go home? All right.
But I am making this offer to you.
We believe that Johnson's trying to convince the Corsicans
to supply his Ten Harlems distribution network.
That's fuckin' impossible.
Our friends in Sicily would never let these Corsicans
deal directly with these niggers.
Smarten up! What friends?
You got no friends. We don't got no friends.
It's about the cash.
The Sicilians don't give a fuck if you live or die.
Bumpy Johnson's looking to move 3,000 kilos.
That's six times more than we ever attempted.
This is the first time
that we've worked with the Corsicans alone.
Trust is earned. It's not given.
♪
Bumpy's got a point.
There's a saying in the Negro neighborhood
that when one starts doing well,
there's a certain type of person that will try and tear him down.
Like crabs in a barrel pull down the one at the top?
Every one of us knows about that shit.
[murmuring]
That's right.
Nah, see, what's most important
is that we build each other up
as we climb out of this barrel.
♪
In unity...
[All] In unity.
...there is strength.
To Ten motherfuckin' Harlems.
This is war, gentlemen.
This is war, plain and simple.
It's black against white.
And if we don't wipe them out--
I mean wipe them out--
this thing of ours is dead.
Joey, what proof have you got
that Bumpy Johnson wants to destroy us?
I haven't seen anything yet.
I got one of his partners in my back pocket.
[Door creaks]
♪
[Man] Good evening, gentlemen.
[Bonanno] Hello, Sam.
♪
♪ 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
[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 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
[Bumpy chuckles] I don't blame you
for calling out Elijah's hypocrisy about those women,
after he takes your damn house.
The Nation ain't much on gratitude, I gotta say.
It ain't right.
You deserve that house, Malcolm.
That's true, Cecil.
I've worked my fingers to the bone
spreading the word of the Dear Holy Apostle.
And I intend to appeal that verdict.
[Bumpy] It's a shame
to see black men going against each other.
It's kind of like crabs in a barrel.
Exactly.
Here you go.
That's too much, Bumpy. You do so much for me.
Friends stick together.
I gotta go. See you later.
[Agent] Let's go! Let's go!
Let's move it!
All right, hustle it up!
Mr. Morgenthau.
Where's Congressman Powell?
He's in Washington, still fighting
those senators filibustering the Civil Rights Act.
But he sent me here in his place to take this photo op.
All right, keep it moving!
[Photographer] Right here.
Thanks.
Congressman Powell sends his congratulations
on a job well done.
Yeah.
Only 23 arrests across the Five Families,
and the bosses are still untouchable.
Even my confidential informant close to Gigante
doesn't even want to testify.
It's a process. Don't take it so personal.
I lost a run for governorship in '62
because the mob-controlled unions
backed Rockefeller instead of me.
The unions backed a fucking Republican.
Personally is exactly how I'll take it.
♪
[Agent] Hey! Keep it movin'!
♪
Bumpy Johnson wants to meet with you, sir.
Thank you.
No problem, sir.
Well, looks like the bosses might just get touched.
We've managed, through very diligent field work,
to expose the organizational hierarchy
of each of New York's Five Families.
Thought of all people, you'd be interested.
But clearly that's not why you've paid me a visit today.
What do I owe this honor?
Couple of months ago, you offered me an immunity deal.
That still on the table?
Please, have a seat, Mr. Johnson.
-I thought you didn't snitch. -I don't.
You offered me immunity from prosecution
if I let you monitor my activities
as a means of building a case against the Italians.
That's true. I did.
But I don't think that would prove of much value anymore.
Why not?
Well, because you no longer work with the Italians.
You compete with them.
Competition is at the heart of capitalism.
You got a problem with that?
Only if it leaves a trail of dead bodies all over my city.
You see, I can't prove it,
but I suspect that you are behind the disappearance
of one Corsican expatriate by the name of Jean Jehan.
Je-who? I never heard of him.
But you have heard of the Ten Harlems, have you not?
Yeah, of course.
Isn't that that new ride at the World's Fair?
To my understanding,
it is a multi-city distribution ring
that you are bankrolling
for a very large shipment of heroin.
Is the immunity deal still on the table or not?
No. Even if it were, you wouldn't take it anyway.
You're here on a fishing expedition, Mr. Johnson.
Don't like fishing.
Don't like the water.
Hell, I don't even know how to swim.
You see, what's become abundantly clear to me
is that you are no longer satisfied
with a seat at the Italians' table,
as you once were.
No.
You want the whole table for yourself.
Hm.
How does Morgenthau even know about the Ten Harlems?
He's got phone taps on the Italians.
They blabber on their phone all the time.
Fucking careless.
Big fucking deal, man. That ain't no proof of nothing.
I'm telling you that one of our guys is dirty, all right?
Get the fuck out.
Morgenthau said that I was bankrolling the Harlems.
Which the only time I ever said that
was with our guys at the Geechee.
Well, there ain't no federal wiretaps at the Geechee.
We scour that place every single night.
Which means that one of our bosses
is working with the Italians.
That's why I went to Morgenthau in the first fucking place.
You think one of our guys was gonna try and throw you over?
With all due respect, Bump,
w-we ain't got no proof one of ours sold out.
That's why I need you two to go poking around.
I got an idea where we should start.
[News anchorman] Yesterday, in a Queens courtroom,
a judge ruled that Malcolm X must vacate his home,
which is owned by the Nation of Islam,
pending an appeal.
-Just so we're clear-- -Mm.
We help you and the Ten Harlems crew pay for the shipment,
and we let Bumpy Johnson take the risk
on transporting it here to New York.
Correct.
And when it gets here,
we go pick up the load for ourselves.
Has Johnson received any money yet
for his share of the narcotics?
He's gathering it as we speak.
I got a question for you.
You know, Johnson--
he told me that you were his main man.
How come you're backstabbing him?
I like money, just like the rest of you.
And I like being boss.
Need any more reasons?
We just want to know
when the dope gets here to New York.
Well, once Bumpy's in my pocket,
I'll have all that information.
But how you gonna get him in your pocket?
We couldn't even do that.
You're his enemies.
I'm his friend.
♪
[Chance] That motherfucker.
♪
[Pettigrew] Sam Christian. I can't fucking believe it.
- [Car door closes] - [Engine starts]
Now we got to find out who else is on his side.
I'm betting Reggie Hill out of Baltimore.
What the hell you talking about?
When you were stealing Bumpy's duji
and selling it to Reggie,
didn't he say he wasn't down with the Ten Harlems?
He was just talking shit. What the fuck, Del?
Yeah, okay.
You gon' have to tell Bumpy what you did.
Nah, man. Come on.
Reggie betrayed Bumpy when he bought that duji from you.
He knew that wasn't part of the regular shipment.
If you'll betray little, you'll betray big, too.
Bumpy gon' fucking kill me, Chance.
That's up to him.
If you don't tell him, I will.
♪
[indistinct conversations]
Hello, Sister.
Good morning.
-Were you followed? -No, Brother Malcolm.
I told Sister Marny I was seeing my daughter.
I am very careful about our meetings.
No one at the mosque suspects anything.
Okay, good.
I imagine there was death talk and the like
after my testimony on the stand.
Well, am I correct?
Captain Omar is coming to New York.
From who did you hear this?
The Dear Holy Apostle is furious that you spoke
about his infidelities in such a public forum.
He sent Captain Omar here on the first plane this morning.
What exactly does that mean?
Captain Omar is the national secretary
of the Fruit of Islam.
He has total jurisdiction
over our paramilitary operations.
His arrival signifies
that the threat against me has escalated.
Malcolm, I'm sorry.
It means the threat has escalated against you, as well.
I'm sorry.
Elise, I think--
I think you need to leave the mosque.
No.
Captain Omar will likely subject you
to an interrogation
since everyone knows we are close.
That's exactly why I should stay--to be your eyes and ears.
Elise, I must insist.
I'm sorry. Your father would agree.
My father would have your back no matter what.
And so will I.
♪
[All] One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
Dah!
[speaking foreign language]
[chuckles] Impressive.
They've been hoping for your visit for many months.
We are so pleased to have you join us here, Captain Omar,
and also to answer any questions that you may have
in regard to the current situation.
Has the mosque been rid of those were loyal to Malcolm?
-Mm. -Yes.
Has he made any attempt to enter the mosque
or seek contact with the rank-and-file?
Not to our knowledge.
If he stepped his ass in here,
I hesitate to say what would happen to him.
That woman there, Sister Elise,
was very close to Malcolm.
We had our doubts about her, but we overcame them
when she took a very strong position against him.
♪
Captain Henry,
your decision to publicly evict Malcolm Little
in a court of law backfired.
It gave him a pedestal
upon which to spread more lies and blasphemy.
What do you intend to do about it?
We will handle this, Captain Omar.
We know Malcolm here in New York.
We know his habits.
And we can handle whatever you
and the Dear Holy Messenger need to have handled.
I will reassert what the Dear Holy Apostle has said.
He prefers Malcolm live
to suffer through his treachery.
Is that clear?
Of course, Captain Omar.
Sister Marny.
Would you do me a kindness?
Of course, Captain Omar.
Would you see if Sister Elise would, uh,
care to have lunch with me tomorrow?
[clears throat] Of course.
♪
We're gonna have to put about another 10% cut on the duji.
We already whacked it by 50%.
So we won't have the best shit this week.
What we gonna do? We need to raise some money.
That's the best way we know how to do it.
All right, boss.
Hey, Bump, I need a word.
Chance told me about Sam Christian.
Who you think is by his side?
What?
Spit it out, man. What's going on?
I got to talk to you.
It's about me.
Everybody out!
Tell me again.
When you sold my duji to Reggie,
what did he say about the arrangement?
I-I told you.
He said he ain't with the Ten Harlems.
Th-That's all he said.
Did he say anything about Sam Christian?
Or Moses Temple?
Or any of the other people in the alliance?
No, Bump. No.
Look, I-I swear.
I-I-I've told you everything I know.
You didn't tell me why I shouldn't kill you!
You stole from me.
You betrayed me.
You lied to me. How can I trust you?
Look, Bump, I-I --
I'm not gonna insult your intelligence.
Hey, I-I'm not gonna waste your time
with explanations and excuses.
I broke those rules.
♪
Come on, Bump.
[Voice breaking] You know me.
I'm with you.
I've been by your side.
[Gun cocks]
[inhales shakily]
[exhales deeply]
All I can say...
if you give me a chance...
...I will make it up to you.
♪
[Gun clicks]
♪
There may be something.
I need information.
It'll be dangerous.
Might even be suicidal.
You ready for that?
Yes. Anything.
Let me prove to you who I am.
[Hand slaps]
I want you to go to Reggie.
Tell him you want to be on his side.
Find out about the others--
who's with me, who's against me.
O-Okay.
B-But with all due respect, Bump, I don't think
Reggie would ever believe that I betrayed you.
Well, then, we have to convince him, don't we?
Ugh! Aah!
[coughs, sniffs]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[wheezing]
-Get up! -[groans]
[breathing heavily]
♪
Ooh-wee!
What the fuck happened to you?
Bumpy Johnson. [coughs]
Beat me silly.
Excuse me. Got some business.
[Blues playing faintly]
Have a seat.
[coughs]
The old man found out
I lifted those keys of duji from him, man.
-How? -I don't know!
I suspect that Chance or that weak-ass Junie Byrd
probably ratted me out.
Shit!
Well, you ain't tell him you was dealing to me, right?
Hell, no. Come on now, Reggie.
Shit, man. I-I-I...
I just told him I off-loaded it to some Negroes in California.
That nigga Bumpy bumped your ass up.
Surprised he ain't kill you.
The old man is getting weak, man.
I just started crying like an old washer woman,
told him that I needed it to pay some debt.
I don't know. That don't sound like Bumpy, man.
Fuck that cheap motherfucker!
You know he's ripping you off, right?
He's ripping all of y'all off!
[chuckles] Fuck 'em all.
Pettigrew, you a--you an interesting cat, brother.
Coming up in here all busted up,
badmouthing your boss,
talking 'bout he ripping everybody off.
You know what?
You like a birthday gift all wrapped up...
missing a bow.
I got a half a mind to think you testing me.
♪
Look at my face, motherfucker.
I'm done with Bumpy Johnson!
Fuck him! Fuck him.
Maybe you is. Maybe you ain't.
Let's talk.
[Fay speaking Italian]
25.
He would have been 25 today.
I know.
My baby.
Yes.
Hear me now, Lorenzo.
Soon I'll be able to avenge your death.
What do you mean?
You know who killed him?
Um...
F-Fay, I want you to listen.
-No, I don't want to listen. -No, no, no. Listen--
-I don't want to listen! -Wait a minute!
You don't understand these things!
-No, no, no, I do understand! -No, no, you don't!
No, I understand! I could kill him myself!
Listen to me, and stop this!
I want to know who killed him, Joseph.
You tell me who killed him, please!
-You fuckin' tell me! - All right! Stop it!
It was Vincent Gigante.
He ordered those niggers to kill our son.
Gi-Gigante?
-Are you sure? -Yes.
Why would he do that?
He's not supposed to touch family.
He took a sacred oath, like you.
But he broke it.
But then...
he dies.
Yes.
He dies.
But first, I gotta be careful.
I'm gonna wipe out the whole Commission.
I want no vote, no vengeance,
nothing against my family.
Joseph, you created the Commission.
We were honorable men back then, Fay.
Not anymore.
They killed our son.
From now on, it's one boss.
One family.
Mine.
I want Chin to suffer.
He will.
But I have to keep him close, Fay.
And then I'm gonna drain him of his money and power,
and I'm gonna watch him crawl across the floor
and beg for his life.
My only regret is that I can only kill him once.
Do it. Okay? Make that son of a bitch pay.
I will.
Come here.
It's gonna be okay, baby.
Why are they threatening your life?
Well, uh,
primarily because they're afraid
that I will tell the real reason
that I'm out of the Black Muslim Movement,
which I've never told. I kept to myself.
But the real reason is that Elijah Muhammad,
the head of the movement,
is the father of eight children by six different teenage girls
who were his private, personal secretaries.
What were you thinking?
What made you bring up the personal stuff?
He calls me a hypocrite?
He is the hypocrite, Betty.
He betrayed and violated the very principles of Islam.
I agree, but why'd you have to make it so public?
What does that have to do with us getting evicted?
I got angry.
The lawyer saying we have no right to live in this house,
that the mosque owns the house?
Which is true!
It's not fair!
When is life fair, Malcolm?
You were six when your father was killed.
Life is not fair.
Captain Omar is at least a gentleman,
if my recollection serves me correctly.
But Henry runs around with his band of thugs.
That's what I'm worried about.
[sighs]
Why don't you take the girls up to Ella's in Boston?
Let me deal with this myself.
Forget it.
If I go away now, I'll be even more anxious.
If you want to keep us safe,
you better keep that damn temper in check.
[indistinct conversations]
I received reports
of your passionate denunciation of Malcolm X.
I am told that it was succinct
and brilliant.
♪
I was asked where my loyalties lie,
and they lie with the Nation.
I understand Malcolm brought you into the Nation.
He's a friend of my father's.
The Honorable Elijah is my true salvation.
♪
What?
I'm just pleased that you agreed to join me for lunch.
Of course.
May I be personal?
If you wish, Captain Omar.
My wife died of cancer two years ago.
It was a terrible ordeal.
I've prayed to Allah for healing
and to open my heart at the right time,
with the right person.
I see.
And have you found that someone?
Perhaps.
Will you forgive me if I ask you a question?
That depends on the question.
Is there a Muslim man who has expressed interest in you?
No.
No man in your life?
No.
I understand you and Malcolm used to be friends.
Um, yes.
He and I go back...
15 years.
I've always admired him.
I just...
wish we could go back in time.
But I don't think Malcolm will escape punishment,
Sister Elise.
Especially after this recent evil and foolish talk
about his benefactor.
Yes.
I couldn't agree more.
♪
- [Birds chirping] - [Horns honking]
[Brakes whining]
FBI, ma'am.
Miss Stella Gigante?
Yes?
Inside the car, please.
♪
Shopping spree?
What, you gonna arrest me for shoplifting?
I have the receipts.
My wife loves B. Altman.
It's where she gets me all my ties.
I'd like to talk to you about your father.
I told you, I'm done talking.
Stella, your father's a criminal.
You know it. I know it.
He hurts people and preys on his community.
But you're not like him.
Please leave me alone.
Look, I understand that giving me information
about your father's activities is a terrible thing to consider.
But if we had this conversation a year ago,
Teddy Green might still be alive.
My father didn't kill Teddy Green.
I'm not saying he did.
All I'm saying is that you are a good person,
a moral person,
and you have an opportunity here
to do what is right.
By turning on my father?
No.
I-I don't-- I don't understand.
A-A few weeks ago,
you were willing to give me a pretty thorough account
of your father's racketeering activities.
-What happened? -I was angry.
We've patched things up.
I will deny everything I told you,
and I'll certainly not testify.
Is there anything else?
[sighs]
I'm a determined man, Miss Gigante.
I hope you understand
that just knowing about your father's criminal activities
and not reporting them makes you a co-conspirator
and subject to all appropriate remedies of the law.
You understand what I'm saying?
♪
Okay, what the fuck is this about?
I don't know, Sam.
Maybe this is about you.
He stays here, though.
♪
Bumpy, my brother.
Little extra security outside, huh?
Have a seat.
You have the money?
Or you need me to bankroll you like some of the others?
Well, nah. We good.
Turns out, me and the others
have all the money for the shipment.
-That's great news. -Yeah.
Makes things a lot easier.
Nah, let's stop playing games, Negro.
Me and the other fellas
are gonna pay for the entire load
with help from the Italians.
I see.
So, instead of me giving you my share,
I came to collect yours.
That is, if you want to be a part of my Ten Harlems.
And how do you expect to smuggle in all that duji
without Monsieur 98?
You gonna help me with that.
Why?
Since, uh, you're trying to take over my job.
'Cause I have your man Pettigrew,
and if you want to see him alive,
you'll do what I say.
You're playing with fire, Sam.
Listen, old man,
and let me make it clear, out of respect.
This shit is going down with or without you.
The Italians got me covered.
The Italians are using you.
They paying for half the dope up front
in exchange for a small piece.
I got my bankers in the community
to put together the money.
The first time I figured out how we could be in control
of our own destiny, and you want to fuck it up.
Save all that black economic bullshit for Malcolm X, brother.
I'm an integrationist.
We shouldn't be fighting each other.
Which is why I'm letting you stay in charge of Harlem.
That is, if you want it.
'Cause you need Monsieur 98.
It's just business, Bumpy.
Time for the new generation to step up.
Now, I'll let you sell your stuff in Harlem--
no muss, no fuss.
And if I say no?
Then you'll have the Italians and me
gunning for you all over again.
Bring me Monsieur 98 and the money
for your share of the dope
to the tunnels by the harbor.
I'll have Pettigrew.
Oh, and remember,
it's just business.
You'd do the same if you was me.
♪
It's getting harder and harder
to know who your real friends are.
It's every man for himself now.
At least we can depend on each other.
Right, Frank?
The Commission is dying on my watch,
and there's nothing I can do about it.
Bonanno and Chin still at each others' throats?
No, just the opposite.
Chin and Bonanno are making the peace
and using you as a rallying cry.
And I don't trust Signor Bonanno.
Check.
Bonanno's not to be trusted.
He wants to run everything himself.
And he hates Chin even more than he hates me.
Check.
What is it you wanted to ask me?
I need to know if Sam Christian
and your Italian friends
are putting a hit out on me.
If I answered that,
I would be breaking a sacred oath.
What would make you a bigger traitor to your oath--
answering my question
or letting Bonanno rip apart the Commission
under your watch?
You may need me to help you with Bonanno one day.
[sighs]
When the dope comes in, they're gonna whack you.
Thank you, Frank.
What are you gonna do?
Gon' take care of all of those crabs
at the bottom of the barrel.
You sound very upset.
I'm glad I checked in.
Yeah, I can't even walk down the street
without being harassed by the federal prosecutor.
Calm down. It's going to be okay.
I can see it in his eyes.
Morgenthau isn't gonna quit till he has me on the stand.
Stella, please. You are being tested.
Remember always that God is right there by your side.
God asks for the truth.
Uncle Louis, I have something to tell you.
I have a confession to make.
Go ahead, my child.
The judge says we can stay until they rule on my appeal.
But even if we lose, I'm telling you,
they gon' have to drag my carcass out of this house.
It's not right, what they're doing.
And Captain Omar coming to New York is no coincidence.
He is here because I spoke of the infidelities.
He means to do me harm.
I'm not so sure.
He seems to have a lot of respect for you.
Nah, I don't know, Sister.
He's part of that clique out of Chicago
who see me as hogging the spotlight from Elijah Mohammed.
Could you try to reason with him?
Stop the inflammatory rhetoric on both sides?
It's all rooted in jealousy and competition.
Some would say a legacy of slavery,
where the white man put us as house and field Negroes
to divide us.
Maybe.
But how do we expect to achieve anything
if we snipe and seek to destroy one another?
I agree.
Sometimes I feel like we're our own worst enemy.
You can have war with these people,
or you can have peace.
But they won't make the first move.
Hm.
Where are you going?
I'm going to talk to Brother Omar,
see if he can help lower the heat.
I have you and the children to be concerned about.
You're going to the mosque alone?
That's a recipe for trouble.
The trouble is here, Betty.
It's time I faced it head-on.
♪
[Door opens, closes]
[Siren wailing in distance]
♪
Thank you, Sister.
♪
[Malcolm X] As-salamu alaykum.
You must be out of your mind to step foot in this temple.
Captain Omar, may I have a word?
Henry, don't be rude to our guest.
As-salamu alaykum, Malcolm. Please, join me.
Thank you.
I'll make it brief.
I--I know there's been tension lately.
Well, blasting to the media that the Dear Holy Apostle
has children out of wedlock is more than tension.
It's the truth, Omar, and you know it.
The truth, Malcolm, is that you have lost your way.
There's no reason we Muslims should be fighting each other.
It's not what the Dear Holy Apostle wants.
It's not what I want.
I've never expected to live to a ripe, old age, Omar.
My father didn't.
My brother didn't.
And I am prepared for whatever comes my way.
But in the name of the friendship,
the friendship you and I once had,
leave my wife and my children out of it.
I will take this conversation
and share it with the Messenger
when I return to Chicago.
In return,
drop this absurd legal appeal
for a home that does not belong to you, Malcolm.
And quiet your tongue
about rumors that slander the Dear Holy Apostle.
The truth, Omar, is a funny thing.
It's salvation to some and yet a threat to others.
I pray in the name of Allah
we can put all of this animosity behind us.
We are, after all, fighting for the same thing,
are we not, brothers?
[Fork clatters]
I can guarantee you this--
as long as I'm here,
no one from this mosque will harm you or your family.
♪
[Stella] I can't even walk down the street
without being harassed--
[Tape rewinding]
[Father Louis] I'm glad I checked in.
[Stella] I can't even walk down the street
without being harassed by the federal prosecutor.
Calm down.
[Buttons click, tape rewinding]
[Knock on door]
Come on. Enough burning the midnight oil.
I'm buying you a drink.
I think I finally found something
to compel my witness to testify.
Oh, yeah?
Listen to this.
Stella, please. You are being tested.
Remember always that God is right there by your side.
Uncle Louis, I have something to tell you.
I have a confession to make.
Go ahead, my child.
I killed Benny Mangano.
Who the heck is that?
Chin Gigante's daughter.
Her name is Stella.
And she's gonna be my star witness.
Let's go get that drink.
Praise Allah, you're home.
I was so worried. How'd it go?
Captain Omar seems to be a pretty reasonable man.
I believe I can trust his word.
Oh, praise Allah.
I must admit, Brother Omar...
I wanted to kill him where he sat.
No, Brother Henry. Elijah has been clear on this.
Seeing him suffer in this life
is preferable to the freedom death would bring.
♪
[Chance] Okay.
It's ready.
Heavy as shit, but it's ready.
Good.
♪
[Door closes]
Do you have the money?
Not yet.
Eh, what's the delay?
It's being gathered in a safe spot,
but you're gonna have to go with me to get it.
That was not part of our plan!
Plans change.
I'll explain exactly what's gonna happen on the way over.
D'accord, Monsieur?
♪
[Henchman] Okay. You good.
♪
Open it.
All right, close it.
This way.
♪
They're clean.
There's the money.
It's there.
Where's Monsieur 98?
He's in my car.
I want to see Pettigrew first.
♪
You all right?
Yeah.
Hey, we respect you, Bumpy.
You brought us together,
and we recognize your contributions.
Now go get that 98 cat so we can make this deal.
I'll go bring him in.
I want my man Chance here
to take him to the hospital, all right?
Yeah.
Hey, go with him.
Yes, boss.
And, Bumpy?
No tricks.
What the fuck, Sam?
Think I'm gonna call the cops?
[laughter]
♪
[grunting]
♪
Bumpy Johnson is a legend.
A legend.
But sometimes the old gotta make way for the new.
Hey, Sam!
We got a problem.
Oh, shit!
[coughing]
This--This wasn't my idea, Bumpy.
Wasn't mine either.
[All coughing]
♪
[groaning]
♪
[Sam gasping, groaning]
♪
Bumpy.
Sorry, Sam.
It's just business.
[grunts]
♪
We have your money.
It's in the backs of their cars.
♪
Where the fuck is Sam Christian?
These yobs are always late.
[whispering indistinctly]
Yeah, sure.
What is it?
Looks like we got an unexpected guest.
[Door creaks]
What the fuck are you doing here?
Sam Christian is dead!
So are the Ten Harlems.
Bumpy Johnson is crazy and dangerous.
I will no longer supply him.
I want to work with you instead.
♪
[rap playing]