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