America first!
How many Negroes gotta die
before we take it to these ofay motherfuckers?
Where's Congressman Powell?
He's still fighting those senators
filibustering the Civil Rights Act.
Only 23 arrests,
and the bosses are still untouchable.
Uncle Louis, I have something to tell you.
I killed Benny Mangano.
If you don't testify against your father,
I'm gonna send you to jail for a very long time.
Your uncle had a good idea, Stell.
Two married people can't testify against each other.
I don't want you seeing my daughter
or putting your hands on her.
It's the truth, Omar, and you know it.
The truth, Malcolm, is that you have lost your way.
I must admit, I wanted to kill him where he sat.
She is a temptress.
Sister Elise, will you marry me?
Captain Omar doesn't know of your friendship with us?
Were you at the home of Malcolm X?
Yes.
Then leave this mosque immediately.
You are a worthless piece of garbage.
These are bad days, man.
In this business, it's kill or be killed.
You make one move, my men'll blow them all away.
I'm taking back the French connection.
Who scares you the most?
Bonanno or me?
I will take your side.
Bonanno's planning to wholesale the dope
without the help of the other Families.
Joe Bonanno's men are up there.
None of you were gonna leave here alive.
You want the dope, then give me the money.
I take your offer.
It's time to get out of town, Joe.
Harlem is mine.
The issue of police violence has come up again
with the shooting of a teenage Negro boy
by a police lieutenant.
Do you feel that this situation now
has gotten to the crisis point?
Tell us what happened.
Well, I think it would be largely a matter
of wanton acts of murder and police brutality.
And one of them drew a knife.
- That is the deceased. - I would sincerely hope so.
We have to have law and order in this city of ours.
Do you feel that the majority
of New York policemen are trigger-happy?
No, we have never claimed that,
nor have we ever claimed that there is an official...
Please, B.
Nothing good can come out of this.
We're going.
A protest at the police station right now
is a bad idea.
A bad idea is the cops
shooting an innocent Black boy for no reason,
whether they say he was holding a knife or not.
What do you think's gonna happen?
The suspension of Officer Gilligan.
They don't suspend cops for killing Black people.
That has to change.
Yeah, well, the only thing that's gonna change
is the names of the victims.
Cops only understand one thing, and that's violence.
You sound like Malcolm.
Well, he's right.
You gotta fight fire with fire.
That is not true.
The Civil Rights Act is going to pass at any moment,
and without a single shot being fired.
Yeah, well, it hasn't passed yet,
and there's still time for the shots to be fired.
We are going to this protest
even if you think it's pointless.
I'm not saying it's pointless.
I admire what you guys are doing.
But to be honest, when I was in Alcatraz,
we'd suffer a thousand outrages each day.
But then, one day,
there'd just be one too many.
And the guards and the prisoners
would try to rip each other apart.
That's what I feel is going on in the streets right now.
Peaceful protest is vital.
The march began peacefully,
but emotions were running high.
Some protesters responded violently.
Tensions between the Harlem community and police
-have been on the rise. - Be safe.
We got no sign of Bonanno anywhere, boss.
Nah, no one's seen him in New York for weeks.
He's in the wind.
I gotta admit, Johnson knew how to play his cards.
And what about the dope?
Johnson says it's due from Canada today,
so, you know, we pick up our piece when it arrives.
You ain't mad he got the connect?
Ah, come on, he can have the fucking headaches.
Far as I'm concerned, him and I are square.
I need to speak to you.
- Privately. - Yeah.
When your Jew lawyer arrives, you know it ain't good news.
- All right, get lost.
This is not an easy thing to tell you.
Our federal contact says Robert Morgenthau
is trying to make an immunity deal
with an informant who is very close to you.
Someone who could put you away for life.
Who?
Your daughter Stella.
No, bullshit.
Our contact is in the Department of Justice secretarial pool.
She sees the minutes of Morgenthau's meetings.
Not gonna be Stella.
I mean, that's-- that can't be true.
It's the truth.
Stella was one of Robert Morgenthau's
confidential informants when you were arrested.
Come on, baby.
- Oh. - Ooh!
Now all we got us is a seven-hour drive
to home sweet home, Harlem.
Hey, with the biggest duji shipment in history.
- The biggest. - Oh, yeah.
We ain't there yet.
- All right, now. - They look good, though.
- Let's get going.
♪ 'C-c-c-cause we in the game
♪ I done been to hell
Okay. You can go.
Or as you frogs say, "Bon voyage."
How do you plan to make it across the border?
Bumpy was at Alcatraz with the brother of a border guard
in Windsor, Canada.
He's being bribed.
I'm anxious to get back to France.
Your country is fucked up.
Yeah, the whole world's fucked up.
That's why people love getting high.
And after all the trouble we been through,
driving it down, well, that just seems like the easy part.
Stop killer cops!
Get your hands off of me!
- We ain't going nowhere! - You, too!
Stop killer cops!
♪ 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 it's stayin' on me ♪
♪ Snow-white mink like I'm Dutch Schultz ♪
♪ Run the books and let me show you how the numbers look ♪
♪ You can't be Lucky like you Luciano ♪
♪ The kilos slammin' like they new pianos ♪
♪ And Fat Boy got the big body
♪ Coast to coast, I could shoot product ♪
♪ Open up my window again
♪ Open up My window again ♪
♪ I can hear death Callin' my name ♪
♪ I can hear death Callin' again ♪
♪ I swear to God, Things ain't gon' change ♪
♪ I swear to God, things Ain't gon' change ♪
♪ I keep a revolver With your name ♪
♪ I keep A revolver with your name ♪
♪ Just in case
Oh.
You scared me.
Are you talking to Robert Morgenthau?!
- Huh?! - No, I--
- Tell me! - It's not that.
- Tell me! - It's--He--
He just tried to get me to testify against you,
but I told him to fuck himself.
No, no, that's bullshit!
Fineman told me that you were a confidential informant!
No, it's not that, Dad!
Couple months ago, I was so angry at you that I just--
I told him a couple of things about your business.
- What did you tell him? - It wasn't much.
It was just that you were...
getting a piece of every building contract
at the World Fair and that you worked with Bumpy Johnson.
Why would you fuckin' do that?!
Because you sent Benny to Florida
instead of giving him the punishment he deserved.
Oh, now, don't you turn your back on me!
You hurt me! You hurt me.
Well, you're hurting me, too.
I don't know why you hate me so much.
I don't. I--
When Morgenthau came back for more,
I said that I would never testify against you.
Never.
Then he played me the tape.
What tape?
There's a tape where he--
He taped a conversation between me and Uncle Louis
where I told him I killed Benny.
You told Louis?
He told me to confide in him, so I did.
I didn't know the phone was tapped.
Oh, mother of Mary.
It's okay, Dad. We...fixed it.
Does my brother know
that Morgenthau taped that conversation?
Does he?
Yeah, he tried to put the screws to him, too.
Uh, you better stay in this room.
Lock it up. You understand?
You can't leave this room, okay?
Just tell me you're gonna stay here,
Stell, please?
Wake up, Daddy!
Wake up!
All right, I'm up.
Your picture's in the newspaper.
My picture's in the paper? Let me see this.
- Yep. - Now let me see that.
Yeah, that's me.
Who's that?
That man is Doctor Martin Luther King, Junior.
He's a great man.
- Not as great as you.
Honey.
Give your father some peace and go get dressed.
Your sisters are at the breakfast table.
Bye, Daddy.
Bye, sweetheart.
Nice picture.
Yeah, I wish they'd taken a picture of these senators
filibustering the Civil Rights Act,
reading pages of the phone book,
doing all other sorts of nonsense.
Even if this passes,
Black folks can use it as toilet paper
for all the good it'll do them.
Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Betty, don't you think it's ironic
that these newspapers will trumpet civil rights
while all over Harlem,
there are protests for a Black boy
who was murdered by a cop?
I do.
It makes me furious.
I've decided to give Mike Wallace
that interview he's been pestering me about.
I thought you said you weren't going to speak publicly
until you announced your new organization.
I wasn't.
But it's time we let the people know
that this is nothing short of state-sponsored,
racially-biased homicide.
Otherwise, this will just continue happen again
and again and again.
I lost my damn eye to these cops,
but that boy lost his life.
Cops said he had a knife, but I spoke to Old Man Robbins,
and he said the boy was unarmed.
Listen to them sirens.
Today just don't feel right.
- What do you want?
Our wiretaps suggest
that you have outmaneuvered the Italians
to receive that very large narcotics shipment
from Marseille.
I got no idea what you're talking about.
I don't know where, and I don't know when,
but I will arrest you.
Don't think for a second you can get rid of me.
If you was really a prosecutor,
you'd be down at the police station,
arresting that cop for murder.
I'm a federal prosecutor. That's a local matter.
But for the record, I think it's horrible what happened.
Let's hope the protests stay calm.
Like Malcolm X says,
when a dog bites you, you gotta bite it back.
You know, it might just make me sad
to put you away, Johnson.
'Cause I think, in a different world,
if you had made different choices,
me and you, we could've been friends.
Why? 'Cause...
"Blacks and Jews share a common history of oppression"?
No.
Because we're both driven
to be the best at what we do.
Unfortunately for you, you chose crime.
What you don't understand is that being a criminal
ain't about choices.
It's about survival.
My family immigrated here in 1866.
We were ostracized,
treated as second-class citizens.
I chose to be a lawyer, not a criminal.
I chose to be a lawyer, too.
Can check the City College of New York,
where I put in my application, and it was denied
'cause they found out that "Ellsworth" was Black.
Hey, Cecil,
I'm outta here. You take care of him,
- all right? - Sure thing.
We do share aspects of a common history.
But if you think that my skin color
didn't affect the choices that I made,
you must be blind.
Hey, Johnson.
You, um...
You mentioned Malcolm X before.
I, uh--I hear that you two are quite close.
So what?
Well, I received a confidential briefing
from our field office.
This would be highly unorthodox
for me to share with you, but...
We have credible intel from Mosque Number 7
that suggests there will be an assassination attempt
against Malcolm X in the next few days.
Do with that what you will.
I understand your position on this, Dear Holy Apostle.
You must stop the death talk
regarding Malcolm at Mosque Number 7.
Do you understand?
Yes, Dear Holy Apostle.
We don't want to kill Malcolm,
and we won't try to kill him.
Understood.
Let no man currently in the Nation do anything
to bring disrepute to me or the organization.
You have my assurance, Dear Holy Apostle.
I will broadcast this message here
and in all the mosques around the country.
Thank you, Omar.
I look forward to seeing you when you return to Chicago.
He doesn't want Malcolm touched by anyone in the Nation.
I think he still views Malcolm as a prodigal son,
who will someday return to the fold.
But you and I both know the grave danger
that Malcolm poses to the Dear Holy One.
So what are we to do?
We cannot disobey the Dear Holy Apostle.
But for this one day...
...we're going to leave the Nation.
Hello, America, I'm Mike Wallace.
Join us tonight for a special interview with Malcolm X
to discuss the ongoing riots in Harlem.
I've gotten used to the threats.
They come almost every day.
I don't even pick up the phone anymore.
I'm not talking about crackpots on the street.
This warning comes from the FBI.
Bumpy, I can assure you,
the FBI has no interest in protecting me.
Yeah, but I do.
Robert Morgenthau wouldn't have given me that information
if he didn't think it was credible.
There's death talk in the mosques.
You can't just sweep it away, man.
Well, I've always said
I don't expect to live to a ripe old age.
Mm-hmm.
You told that to your little girls?
No, I didn't think so.
Look...
starting today, I would like
to put some of my men on a security detail,
both at your home and when you travel.
They'll be discreet.
You won't even know that they're there, Mal.
Brother, I appreciate you,
but I have followers who guard me
when I'm out on the streets.
You need professionals.
I have finally gotten to a point
where I'm making inroads with other Black leaders,
amongst a whole range of churches,
the various civil rights organizations,
political action groups all across the country.
Yeah, I saw your picture with King,
the white man's favorite Black man.
Hey, I need all the friends I can get.
Including me.
Brother, you know with the narcotics,
it's difficult for me to publicly accept your help.
That's not me being two-faced,
that's me dealing with the realities of life,
which you so often remind me to do.
And you remind me
that when the gangster becomes political,
white America will tremble.
Indeed, I do.
Well, it works the other way, too, Mal.
If you wanna be political,
you better be a little "gangster."
Goddamnit, what's taking so long?
Maybe those goddamn Dixiecrats decided to filibuster
because of your Powell Amendment,
which you shove into every goddamn bill
that's anywhere near Washington.
What good is the Civil Rights Act
if we can't deny federal funding to racist institutions?
What good is it if we don't have a Civil Rights Act?
Stop pacing. You're making me nauseous.
My friend, if this all works,
it'll be largely because of you
and all your great work.
There's still much work to do,
if you want your Great Society.
We need a voting rights act,
Medicare, minimum wage,
public broadcasting--
Goddamnit, Adam, let's get
this blasted legislation passed first.
Since man crawled out of the slime
and started to hate each other,
there's never been any law like this one.
But you're still not going to invite me to the signing
if the bill passes.
You know I gotta throw Martin Luther King a bone.
Yes?
Yes.
I see.
Thank you.
We did it!
- Yes!
Yes! Yes!
Thank you, Jesus!
Yeah.
Congratulations, Mr. President.
Adam, I have a special gift for you.
Better than any stupid pen I'd give out at the--
the signing.
I want you to have it.
That is my personal lighter.
Had it with me since I first got elected
to Texas Congress in 1937.
I am honored.
Now, don't you go losing that in any whorehouse, you hear?
Mr. President.
Adam Clayton Powell
does not pay for pussy.
And the latest from Washington.
After a long Senate debate, the Civil Rights Act of 1964
has passed both houses of Congress
and will soon be signed into law by President--
Man.
All these fools got their hopes up
about some shit that don't mean shit.
I know you don't mean that.
Hey, you really think passing some law's
gonna change the way people think?
Gotta start somewhere.
Del, the world is changing.
All the races are gonna have to
start learning how to get along.
All I know is, if Whitey hates me and my mama
and my granny and pappy
and everybody I know,
then I'm hating them back.
Can't you see that by hating Whitey,
you're giving them power?
I'm just living in the world I was born into.
They got nothing for me, I got nothing for them.
I had to sneak out the house, right out the window.
What the fuck happened?
He knows that Morgenthau tried to get me to testify.
- Oh, fuck. - I kept you out of it.
He's gonna find out somehow as soon as he starts digging.
We need to tell him that we got married
and that it's gonna be okay.
If we tell him we got married,
then he's gonna fuckin' kill me anyway.
B-But we did it to protect him.
What?
That's not why I did it.
What are you talking about?
I did it 'cause I love you, Stell.
To be honest,
I don't even know if I care about him anymore.
I want you to be the mother of my children.
I want to be a husband to you,
and I'm willing to give up that whole fucking life
if it means I get to be with you.
Do you really mean that?
Yeah.
If he so much as lays a finger on you,
I'll rat him out to the Feds.
Don't talk like that.
Swear to God I would.
Maybe I'm crazy...
You are fucking crazy.
Mr. Mayor, do you think
the police were justified in firing their weapons
as much as they did?
Well, the Commissioner has told me that, uh,
Oh.
It's a nasty scrape, but it should heal.
How about you turn that off?
I can't stand to hear Mayor Wagner blaming this on us.
No mention of James Powell, either,
or why the riots started in the first place.
What the hell happened?!
You were right--our peaceful protest turned violent.
The police kept pushing us back,
and when they started beating us,
the crowd started to fight back.
People were throwing rocks, and we tried to run, and...
- Mayme fell. - What happened to your eye?
A cop punched me.
You tell me who it is. He's fucking dead.
- He's fucking dead. - It is chaos out there.
Things have gotten out of control.
And Malcolm's right.
The press only aggravates this
by making it seem like we're the ones going wild.
Yeah, he might be right.
But I wish he'd use his common sense
more for himself than he does for the press.
- What do you mean? - I got credible evidence
from Morgenthau himself
that there's going to be an attempt on his life,
somebody from Mosque Number 7.
I told him I wanted to help him out.
He wouldn't let me.
He's so fucking stubborn, that guy.
Mosque Number 7? Who?
They don't know who or where.
At least, if they did, they didn't tell me.
Hey, wait, wait! Where you going?
I have to go to the mosque.
- You can't go out there. - I have to.
If you gotta go, I got men downstairs.
Want you to take one of them with you, all right?
Hey.
Malcolm's interview ends at 9:00.
It's gotten crazy out there.
Are we compromised?
The television studio is in midtown Manhattan.
Ain't no riots in Whitey's neighborhood.
No, Henry, but there will be security,
and also police.
Half of the police have already been sent uptown
to keep Black folk from going down there.
Good.
Then we'll know where he is.
That hypocrite will never miss a chance
to stand in front of the white man's cameras.
He'll spread his lies and poison
by defaming the Dear Holy Apostle.
He'll seduce the white devils
like he seduced Elise Johnson--
Enough.
Don't mention her name.
There's two methods of ingress and egress at the studio--
the front door and the side stage entrance.
I'll take the front.
Which gun do you want?
I've cleaned them both.
The Dear Holy Apostle tempers his rage with mercy.
In this case, we cannot.
Tonight...
Malcolm dies.
Vincent, I know why you called me here.
You were upset on the phone,
but I can assure you, I found a solution.
All right, all right, everybody out.
Out, come on, let's go.
Let's go! Out!
- You got a fucking wire on?! - What're you doing?!
Let me see! Let me see!
Are you wearing a fucking wire?!
- No! - You son of a bitch!
Huh?!
Fuckin' Morgenthau called you in,
and didn't fucking tell me, you fuck--
- I protected you! - Don't you fucking dare!
I put my reputation as a priest on the line,
and you question my loyalty?
You let me fucking go. You let me go.
For years, I've listened to you
whine and moan under the cover of confession
while I turned a blind eye to your obvious criminality.
I have molly-coddled a man who is in lockstep with Satan!
That's right! You do Satan's handiwork.
From this point forward,
I will never take your confession again.
All right, come on, I'm sorry.
I-I-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
It was my idea to marry your daughter to Ernie Nunzi
so they couldn't testify against each other.
My idea!
Instead of thanking me,
you treat me like one of your two-bit punks.
Ernie Nunzi married my daughter?
Livingston Wingate,
in all the years you've been my chief counsel,
I have never seen you take a drink.
- That's because I don't drink. - Mm-hmm.
Well, you're going to make an exception.
♪ When the night has come♪
♪ And the land is dark♪
To the Civil Rights Act?
And John Fitzgerald Kennedy,
whose spirit helped push the hand of LBJ.
♪ No, I won't be afraid♪
♪ No, no, no, I won't be afraid♪
Mm!
♪ Just as long♪
Oh, a great day for our people.
And, I dare say,
we can allow ourselves to be bathed
in the glorious spirit of hope,
by the grace of God.
Well, I hate to be a realist, Congressman,
but it's just a piece of paper
if no one takes it seriously.
It may even convince some people that racism is over,
which it clearly is not.
For example, Jim Crow may now be illegal,
but the Act doesn't address past crimes.
Wingate, have another drink.
We interrupt this broadcast
to bring you a breaking news story.
Not to diminish this historic moment,
I'm just saying, let's wait and see how it affects--
Hey, driver, turn that up.
...to stay indoors.
While the Civil Rights Act may have passed today,
the streets of Harlem are on fire at this hour,
as riots and looting break out over the shooting
of an unarmed Black teenager.
The National Guard has been called in
to try and contain the violence as Mayor Wagner calls for calm.
More updates as they are available.
Maybe the rioters will calm down
when they hear about the Civil Rights Act being passed.
What are you doing here?
Where's Omar?
None of your business.
Where is he?
Get out of this mosque, traitor.
You best tell me what the hell's going on
before I take these glasses and shove them up your ass.
And if you even think about lying to me,
I will end you.
I know you're wondering why I bumped you up from Benny's crew,
made you my consigliere.
Well, I gotta admit, I-I was surprised.
And honored.
So what I'm about to say goes no further.
Of course.
Ernie and Benny, they didn't like each other.
They had a dispute.
Ernie shot him in the head.
- What? - Yeah.
We all thought it was Bonanno.
It wasn't.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Jesus Christ, why is this fucking piece of shit
still walking the planet?
Well, he won't be for long.
I want you to take him out.
Hey.
Hey, Ern.
- Interrupting? - No, go ahead.
- Boss, I got a great idea. - What's that?
On account of that boy who got shot up in Harlem,
Negroes are going crazy.
They're burning the whole fuckin' place down.
Oh, fuckin' animals.
I got the perfect score-- United Bank of Harlem.
With all the looting going on,
we take it down, the Negroes will get the blame.
But there'll be cops all over the place.
Ah, that's the beauty of it.
They're gonna protect the white business owners.
That's like 95% of the stores up there.
The bank is Black-owned.
It'll be wide fucking open.
I like this idea.
You got a crew?
No, I was just gonna sneak in, sneak out.
You should take Lombardi.
He's good with safes.
- Oh, yeah? - Absolutely.
All right.
All right, so, Lombardi, you go with him.
You got it, boss.
Go ahead. Yeah, get outta here.
Stop the car.
What's going on?
We've been stopped.
There's a police blockade at 125th Street.
Well, how am I supposed to get to my office?
I'm sorry, sir.
We'll have to wait here for now.
We're trapped.
Congressman Powell.
What are you doing?
Saluting you, sir, on your great achievement.
You're drunk.
- Yeah.
Well, thing is, ever since I left my law firm
to come work for you, I've been in awe of you.
Your dedication--50 bills passed in the last year alone,
all helping minorities.
Our cause, my cause, me and my family.
It's not just Harlem that owes you a great debt,
it's the world.
Oh.
Maybe, Wingate.
Maybe.
But there's still so much to do.
So much.
Get away from me!
I don't hear that shit!
Move your ass, nigger!
- What the hell's going on? - I don't know,
but they blocked the whole damn street. Hey!
It's a fucking riot, man. Look at all the cops.
We gotta get this truck to the warehouse.
W-What am I supposed to do?
Put your elbow on that horn, man, and drive, man!
- Oh, fuck!
Come on, motherfuckers!
- Back the fuck up! - Move! Coming through!
What you doing, man?! Come on!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Whoo! What a trip!
- Junie Byrd!
Glad you made it back safe, baby!
- Whoo!
- Welcome back, my brother. - Junie,
these streets are crazy. Let's get this shit unloaded.
Hey, yo, let's go, let's go!
One crate at a time, all right? Treat each crate
like it's your motherfucking girlfriend! Let's go!
- Let's get this thing counted. - Put it over there.
Almost there, boys.
3,000 keys.
Yeah, it's a beautiful sight.
Junie, I'm concerned about security here.
I don't want nobody trying to break in.
I got some boys out front.
Yeah, yeah, but there's cops everywhere.
And Negroes are tossing Molotov cocktails and shit, you know?
Whole fucking place could go up.
I better call Bumpy.
You said you were gonna stay in your room.
I'm not a child.
We need to talk.
Got something to tell you, and you're not gonna like it.
But Ernie and I are married.
Yeah, I know that.
Father Louis told you?
- Yeah. - And...?
I think he's a piece of shit, okay?
He broke his oath,
and he killed my best friend.
And now he's using you to protect himself from me.
You're so wrong about everything.
- Fuck. - I love him.
He's a fucking killer and a fucking thief.
Just like you.
Don't they say girls always look
for a version of their father?
Listen, he wants to better himself,
and I believe that he can.
And if he can change, then maybe so can I.
And you, too.
And that's the only way that this stinking world
is gonna get any better.
Jesus Christ.
You got feelings for him?
Yeah.
And he loves me.
You know that.
Look, we've put each other through a lot, Dad,
but you should know that I love you,
And I know you love me, too.
I think I can make a go of it with Ernie.
But I need you to let that happen.
Would you protect him as much as you do me?
Would you promise me that?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, sure, sure.
Yeah.
The whole load is in the warehouse?
Yeah.
Fantastic.
We did it, Chance. We fucking did it!
Yeah, I don't know if we have enough security here, Bumpy.
I saw stores up in flames,
cop cars all over the damn streets.
No tellin' what's gonna happen.
Look, I think we might need to move the duji somewhere else.
Okay. I'll be down there.
Just keep everything under control.
Hold on. What's this?
Why are you wearing that thing again?
I just came from the mosque.
Omar and Henry are going to ambush Malcolm
after his television interview.
What? Where?
56th and Sixth.
Chance?
Don't know if I can control things from here.
Look, we need you down here, Bumpy.
I need you to do your best, all right?
All right.
I gotta go take care of something.
Okay. Hurry up, though.
I'm gonna go with you.
The hell you are.
Let me handle this.
You did good.
I'm proud of you.
And ain't nobody
gonna touch the man that saved my daughter.
All right?
Be careful.
Please.
I will.
♪ If I should die tonight
-♪ Tonight -♪ Die tonight
-♪ Yeah -♪ Yeah
♪ In the middle of the war Tonight ♪
The police then came into this bar behind me
and started attacking the patrons
and the bartender sitting in there.
Consequently, bottles were thrown from the roof,
and the police started firing their revolvers
at people on the roofs.
There was no bottles thrown at the policemen.
It was--the bullet was shot through the glass.
♪ I fight just to see The sunlight ♪
♪ They knock me down So many times ♪
♪ And I rise
♪ I been up, I been down
♪ I been in between
♪ I done seen things
♪ I been living dreams
♪ Did the best that I could In my life ♪
♪ With the cards That I was given ♪
♪ Pushing to the limit
Thanks, fellas. I'll be out in an hour.
♪ If I should die tonight...♪
Good evening. I'm Mike Wallace,
coming to you with a Special Report.
In 1959, I had the privilege of interviewing Malcolm X
for the documentary presentation
"The Hate That Hate Produced."
Tonight, as a riot grips the streets of Harlem,
I welcome Malcolm X back to our studios in midtown Manhattan.
Thank you for having me.
You were, until recently,
associated with the Nation of Islam,
this country's most powerful Black supremacist group.
Are you still a Black supremacist?
Well, if by "supremacist," you mean
the supremacy of fair and equal treatment,
the right not to be shot down by police in our own streets,
then, yes, feel free to call me that.
You have openly advocated
violence against the white man.
No, sir, I have openly advocated self-defense
against the violence of the white man.
Do you not agree that progress has been made?
Just today we learned the Civil Rights Act
will be made the law of the land.
Sir, the Civil Rights Act is simply a piece of paper.
It bears little meaning to the situation
of the Black man and woman
in the Black gulags that we call "ghettoes."
You're referring to the riots just north
of where we sit right now.
Yes, riots instigated by the murder
of yet another defenseless Black boy by a white cop.
Now, how long will this go on?
How long will a country
that is supposedly dedicated to life and liberty
continue to deny that same life and liberty
to its Black citizens?
Jesus.
Why, one might ask, would Negroes spark a riot
and burn their own communities and property
as an act of protest?
Mr. Wallace, barely a hundred years ago,
Black people were bought and sold as property themselves.
So perhaps to them, the concept of property means nothing,
especially when that property in Harlem
belongs to white landlords.
But wouldn't you agree there has to be
a more productive outlet for the rage?
How often has the average white person
heard one of their own begging for mercy
as the cops slam down their billy clubs?
When was the last time the average white person
experienced one of their own children
being killed in the streets by cops
for allegedly carrying a weapon
when yet no weapon was found?
When was the last time the average white person
watched as their own
are killed in the streets by cops,
and yet no jury will convict them of murder?
Now, if the shoe were on the other foot,
you'd say the rage was justified.
A riot, as my recent acquaintance Dr. King says,
is simply the language of the unheard.
Get in the fucking car!
Get in, you fucking nigger! Get in the car!
Get over here! You're safe in here!
Ernie! Ernie!
Ernie!
Oh, thank God you're okay.
Ernie, hey. Where's Lombardi?
What the fuck? Boss, what are you doing here?
Where's Lombardi? I made a mistake.
He's right there.
- Oh, shit!
Lombardi, no!
Hey, fuck! Hey!
- Oh, shit. - What's the matter, boss?
It's what you wanted.
Oh, fuck!
Boss, it's done. We gotta go.
Ernie, I tried, all right?
Let's go!
I tried.
You little fuck!
Go ahead.
Do it. Do it.
This ain't over.
Get the fuck outta here.
The riots in Harlem have escalated
as police and firefighters struggle to control the siege.
Fires have broken out in dozens of warehouses
and local businesses as vandals continue to run amok
on Harlem's streets.
More than 100 injuries and 450 arrests have been reported,
and the cost of property damage continues to grow.
Mama, come here.
The riots began several days ago
in response to the shooting of an unarmed Negro boy
by a New York City cop.
Many Harlemites view the incident
as an unnecessary example of police brutality.
Oh, my Lord.
...and Senator Barry Goldwater have...
Shit. Where the fuck is Bumpy?
I told him to get down here.
Holy shit. The duji's burning up.
There goes the fucking French connection.
Just like that.
Up in flames.
All that trouble for nothing.
What was the fucking point?!
What was the point?
I have to tell her.
What? No.
No, I don't believe it.
Ernie's dead?
He should burn in hell for what he's done.
I understand why you're doing this.
I do.
I tried to save Ernie.
I did. You gotta believe me.
I got punishment coming to me.
I can take that. I can--I can do that.
But, baby, I didn't mean to hurt you.
I didn't.
I need you to believe me, all right?
I need you to believe me, okay?
I love you, all right?
Vincent, I'm afraid for you.
Don't worry, don't worry.
You know I can take care of myself, huh?
Let's go. - Don't worry.
I'm gonna get you out.
- All right. - Move it, buddy.
You did the right thing.
My fellow citizens,
I am about to sign into law the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
Ladies and gentlemen, we believe that all men
are entitled to the blessings of liberty,
yet millions are being deprived of those blessings
not because of their own failures
but because of the color of their skin.
My fellow citizens, we have come now to a time of testing.
We must not fail.
Let us close the springs of racial poison.
Let us pray for wise and understanding hearts.
Let us lay aside irrelevant differences
and make our nation whole.