♪
D'Alessandro. They made you captain?
Hello, Johnson.
I see you're back in cuffs, where you belong.
How's that house you bought in the Jersey Shore
with all that pat that I used to pay you?
Old dogs, new tricks.
$20,000 down.
The Reverend has asked me to oversee the HARYOU program.
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?
I would love for you to come with me to Africa
after my trip to Mecca.
I killed a man. It was self-defense.
There was a hit out on me. My stepmother.
If he wants me to secure Harlem and Bumpy Johnson,
I'm gonna need his influence over the other bosses.
Mr. Gigante would be willing
to give you his support under one condition--
that you protect his daughter.
You find her, keep her safe, Chin will do what you ask.
Joe Colombo, a friend of your father's.
- What do you want from me? - I wanna help you.
By kidnapping me?
I'm proposing a short-term bridge loan.
Investing in your venture was a terrible mistake.
Venture? Call it what it is, Judge.
It was a heroin deal.
You can't run Harlem alone, Ellsworth.
You need an alliance.
Set a meet with Jose Battle.
But he's got men. He's got guns.
He can help us change the balance of power.
You want to be partners with me?
There's gonna be a war in Harlem.
The only war I'm interested in fighting
is the one to take back my country, Cuba.
We're both fighting to take back our homelands.
Mine is Harlem.
Together, we'll be so strong
the Italians won't even dare start a war.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ella es fuego a morir♪
♪ Una en un millón, lo sabe y te lo hará sentir♪
♪ Peligrosa y también sutil♪
♪ Un descuido, y te enamora, te hará sufrir♪
El dinero llama al dinero.
Money brings more money.
As my Geechee ancestors used to say,
"Fire don't crack a full pot."
Here's to keeping our pot full.
Salud.
♪
I'm going to speak for all us in saying
it's been well worth the risk.
Yes, yes. Exceeding expectations.
I told you, gentlemen, I wouldn't steer you wrong.
These go down awfully easy.
[Battle] Cuba Libres.
That's rum, Coca-Cola, and lime--
the drink of Cuba's independence since 19--
Enough.
Let's get the business out of the way.
♪
Jesus, Bumpy, how much are we talking about here?
Nine-fifty.
Well, that's substantially more than last week.
Why is that man holding a gun?
I told you I don't want to be around any guns.
Let's just finish what we started.
Then you can go back upstairs and enjoy the party, alright?
Fine.
But if I ever see one more gun, you can count me out.
[music playing in background]
♪
Let me tell you something.
That fucking judge better watch
the way he fucking look at me, man.
I take my blade, I cut him
across his big, fat motherfucking ass.
See how he likes sitting on the fucking bench after that shit.
He's difficult but manageable. I can handle him.
You handle everything. I like the way you work.
Combining our numbers was a nice economy of scale, wasn't it?
I'm talking about us as men,
as people defending their land against invaders.
I need a favor from you.
Anything serious?
I just need you to kill somebody.
♪
That's my sister, Riza. Her husband, Santo.
Their beautiful girls, Savina and Severa, my nieces.
You can't tell from this photo,
but my sister is pregnant with her third child.
It's a beautiful family.
Sometime after this photo was taken--
I don't know, maybe three weeks or something--
their home was raided by Fidel's men.
My sister and my nieces were tied together with wire
and taken out to behind the house.
My brother-in-law was tied to a chair, his eyes held open
as they executed his family, my family by firing squad.
I'm sorry, Jose.
The man responsible for this is that guy.
Madera. Juan Madera.
One of Castro's most trusted lieutenants.
This garbage lied to me about which side he was on
and gave Fidel's men the location of my family.
Snitch.
This Madera is here, in New York City.
My men are looking for him in Spanish Harlem,
but I think he might be hiding in your neighborhood.
We'll find him.
And kill him.
Before he escapes back to Cuba.
Bumpy, when I am a partner, your problems become mine,
and I hope that mine become yours.
Consider it done.
♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Change ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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 ♪
[ Speaking over PA indistinctly ]
[customs attendant] Name?
Malik El-Shabazz.
I am also known as Malcolm X.
- Malcolm X from America? - Yes, sir.
Uh, you'll find a letter signed by Dr. Mahmoud Shawarbi
of the United Nations attesting to the fact I am a Muslim.
[clicks tongue] This is not an official document.
Uh, Dr. Shawarbi assured me it would, uh, suffice as such.
Only the Maghama Sharia can determine your status
as a convert to Islam, and you may not enter Mecca without it.
Sir, with all due respect, you know who I am.
I have traveled very far to be here, made many sacrifices.
The Saudi ambassador himself is the one who told me
to have my visa signed by Dr. Shawarbi.
Then the Saudi ambassador should have also informed you
any attempt to enter the Hajj as a non-Muslim
is considered a crime under Saudi law.
Detain him.
Come on.
♪
[keys jingling]
[lock clicking]
♪
"Executive Director Mayme Johnson
stole the spotlight last Saturday
at the organization's meeting at Benjamin Franklin High School
when in her remarks preceding Adam Clayton Powell,"
"she announced a national voter hotline
to help black voters find the right polling stations.
Johnson's brilliant idea was cheered
by over 600 Harlemites crammed in the gymnasium."
Well, what can I say? I learned from the best.
Mm, and that's the only thing you can say.
You know, a smart master knows
that the better his student shines,
the better he shines.
Well, good, because she's about about to be a whole lot shinier.
Tell him.
I just got off the phone with Hamilton Tiegs, chairman
of the National Newspaper Publishers Association,
and they have agreed starting Wednesday
to run "Get Out the Vote" ads free of charge.
Really? Well, that is outstanding.
Just make sure they don't stick it in the back
next to Hope's Horoscopes and "used couch for sale."
- [laughs ] - [knock on door ]
Mm-hmm?
Someone from the District Attorney's office is here.
Oh, Lord have mercy. What the hell do they want?
Let him in.
Is it a Christmas card come early?
Mayme Johnson, you have been deposed
by the United States Attorney
for the Southern District of New York.
♪
What?
- Morgenthau? - Morgenthau's in Washington.
This is from Assistant District Attorney Jonathan Pike.
Oh, a real hard-ass, from what I hear.
He wants to meet at my apartment this afternoon.
House call?
Oh. That's not good.
Show this picture to all of your runners.
His name is Juan Madera. Put the word out on the street.
I wanna find him.
What this guy do?
Something horrible in Cuba.
Why we gotta do Battle's dirty work for him?
He helped us with Joe Colombo.
And when the next duji shipment comes in,
we'll need him for men, money, and guns,
so if we gotta do some bullshit favor, then we do it.
Okay. Okay.
So we'll check out this Madera cat.
I want you to find this motherfucker
and you kill him.
[knocks]
Can I please get a glass of water?
[conversation in background]
♪
[speaks native language]
Do you speak English?
♪
Floor.
Ceiling.
- Ceiling. - Mm-hmm.
Muhammad Ali. Clay?
Ali?
Muhammad Ali?
Muhammad Ali!
No, no, not me. Not me.
But I know him. It looks like you do too.
- Muhammad Ali? - No.
Yeah. Name Muhammad Ali. Muhammad Ali.
[Mayme] But why would the assistant district attorney
wanna meet with me?
I mean, other than something having to do with you.
The feds got no case against me right now.
Oh, it just feels so ominous.
That's what they want it to feel like. Don't worry about it.
I just don't want this to jeopardize
everything I'm building right now.
This is what happens when your profile gets raised.
You know that.
I guess so.
In fact, it's probably Powell they wanna talk to you about.
Those Dixiecrats are looking for dirt
to derail his voting rights bill.
Look, go talk to this guy Pike. No big deal.
You've done nothing wrong and you got nothing to hide.
♪
[quietly] Thank you.
♪
[car door closes]
♪
I--I know it's not much, but it'll do, you know, for now.
How long are you keeping me here for?
Until I'm certain that you're safe.
I can keep myself safe.
[sighs]
Someone tried to have you killed, Stella.
They may try it again.
And I made a promise to your pops that I'd look after you.
How do you know he wasn't the one who tried to whack me?
Come on, what are you talking about?
He's the one asking me to protect you.
Listen.
I'll get you some new furniture, wallpaper,
spruce the place up, and...
And then you-- you expect me to just, what,
sit here all day long?
[sighs]
What would you like to do?
If I'm staying here, I'm going back to school.
And I'm gonna get a job.
School can wait, but I think I might have a job for you.
What's that?
Working for me.
Come on.
♪
[speaking native language]
♪
[keys jingling]
♪
As-salamu alaykum, Malcolm.
It is a great honor to meet you.
Wa-alaykum-Salaam. And you are?
Dr. Omar Azzam.
Welcome to Mecca.
A prison cell is not my idea of a welcome.
No, of course not. I am so sorry.
I am here to help you with that.
Your arrival here in Mecca has caused quite a stir
in the international press.
The Royal Family itself asked me
to help petition the Maghama Sharia on your behalf.
Well, that's just fine. Thank you.
See? Allah answers our prayers, especially in Mecca.
Thank you, Dr. Azzam.
Perhaps you'd be so kind to give me a lift to my hotel.
I'm sorry. You cannot go there.
Why not?
The Sharia court will not be able to hear your case
for several days yet.
I see.
My friend, forgive me for not being clear.
You do not have to stay here.
You can leave, but with a chaperone.
And who might that be?
I invite you to come stay with my family in my home.
- In your home? - Yes.
I've never been invited to a white man's home before.
Praise Allah. Now you have.
Of course, if you'd rather stay here...
Salaam alaykum.
- Goodbye, Muhammad Ali. - Goodbye, Muhammad Ali.
Dr. Azzam, please lead the way.
[Wingate] Mr. Pike, why are we here?
You're the new director of HARYOU, are you not?
Yes.
HARYOU has accepted numerous donations
from Ellsworth Johnson, your husband.
The Johnsons are entitled to give
to whichever charities they wish.
- Including a recent donation... - [paper rustling]
...of $50,000 in cash.
It's a very sizable donation.
Where did that money come from?
Well, my husband's a legitimate businessman, Mr. Pike.
[paperweight thumps]
Rumor has it your husband's partnered
with a Cuban criminal named Jose Battle.
I know nothing about that.
Well, I do.
And I think that's dirty money.
Do you have proof?
Well, I find it strange that Reverend Powell's content
to have the wife of a convicted felon
so close to such an important program.
I resent that.
She's doing great work for us.
That may be.
But if I can prove any illegality
associated with her or her husband,
the Justice Department will shut your whole program down.
♪
[Columbo] Look, this is an easy gig here.
Phone rings, answer it.
Take a message, open the mail, order in lunch.
We both know you can't keep me prisoner here forever.
I'll just walk right out of here the second I get a chance.
You need my protection, Stella.
It's what your father wants.
What about what I want?
My father's been trying to control me my whole life.
Even now, he's in jail and he's still trying to control me.
He wants you alive.
Until we are 100% sure
that none of these other dons wants to do you harm,
it's my job to keep you safe.
Okay?
["Beautiful Delilah" by The Kinks playing on radio]
♪ Sees so many guys♪
♪ Speaks so low and mild♪
♪ One day she will marry, settle down after a while♪
♪ Betsy don't allow me♪
Fine.
But I wanna get paid for this job,
and I don't want you in my face 24 hours a day.
[chuckles]
I'll tell you what.
Long as you let me know where you're gonna be
and I can keep my men with you, that's fine.
[clears throat]
We'll discuss salary over dinner.
Dinner? Jesus, you got balls on you.
Why? You don't eat?
♪ Let her steal his heart away♪
♪ She'll break it just for fun♪
[car horns honking in distance]
[Chance] You sure Pinky spotted him going into this diner?
Who the hell knows, man?
You know Pinky's blind in one eye, right?
Well, that just probably means
the other eye probably got stronger.
What are you talking about?
When one eye goes dead, the other eye gets,
like, super vision.
[laughs] Where the fuck you get this shit from, man?
Science.
[door opens]
Oh, shit. Is that him?
It sure look like it.
Wow. I guess you were right about Pinky's one eye.
You want the snubnose?
Too loud for around here right now.
You can hear a snubnose three blocks away.
- Shit. That's him? - Yeah, that's him.
You want the .22?
- Junie's .22? - Yeah.
Nah, Junie's .22 will jam up.
I got that Luger in the glove compartment.
Okay.
[engine starts]
♪
Hold on, hold on. Witnesses.
Okay.
I'ma just push up to the end of the block past all these kids.
[laughing, talking]
♪
[gearshift clicks]
Shit.
Alright, he's moving.
- I'm jumping. - You're jumping?
I'm going, I'm going!
- Where you going? Wait, wait! - [car door closes]
♪
Shit!
[car horn honks]
♪
[car horn honks loudly]
♪
[car horn honks loudly]
Hey.
[gun clicking]
♪
What the fuck?
[gun clicks]
[sighs]
You know, most people here in Mecca
have never met a Muslim from America.
- That includes you? - I'm afraid so.
I'm familiar with many of your speeches.
I'm particularly fond of that line
"We didn't land on Plymouth Rock.
The rock landed on us."
I'm glad it amused you.
But tell me, is my understanding correct
that you wish to start your own country
within the United States of just Black Muslims?
That's one solution. Yes.
See, the race problem in America is not going to fix itself.
Separation is a viable alternative.
Why is that?
We were taught to speak the white man's tongue,
to worship the white God,
to accept the white man as superior.
To whites such as yourself Negroes are nothing
but ex-slaves trying to enter the slave master's house
where they're not wanted anyway.
I see.
Are there no good whites in your country?
There are some white liberals who are political hypocrites.
They use the Negroes as bargaining chips
to get bills passed so their power will increase.
It seems to me, Mr. X,
that you are a racist in your own fashion,
judging only by exterior appearances.
♪
Margaret says, "They gave me a room with a nice view
and a girl who's from Charlottesville.
We're friends already."
Mm, so much for missing her two moms.
Mm.
Ow, goddamn it!
Put some pressure on it.
[clicks tongue]
I am just not myself right now.
What's wrong?
I'll get you a Band-aid.
- Hey. - [sighs]
What happened?
Oh, nothing. I-- I cut my finger.
Let me see.
[kisses]
Is that better?
I spoke with Assistant District Attorney Pike today.
It has nothing to do with Powell.
Go on.
He knows about your association with Jose Battle.
He's trying to push me out of HARYOU.
Threatened to shut down the entire program.
He can't do that. You've done nothing wrong.
You're right. I haven't. But you have.
He can't touch you.
He doesn't have to.
I am jeopardizing the whole program because of you.
Powell needs you. He'll fight for you, alright?
I mean, maybe now.
But what happens when you start selling duji again?
The feds will be all over you.
- What then? - I can deal with them.
You were in jail for 11 years because of that drug.
What do you want from me?
I gotta do what I gotta do to stay alive and to stay strong.
And if that gets in your way,
then there's nothing I can do about it.
♪
Let me ask you this.
Won't the new civil rights laws change anything in America?
They'll afford the Negro the right
to use a white man's toilet, nothing more than that.
The white men in your country
no longer physically enslave you.
The shackles are removed from your body,
but remain in the heart.
Very true.
One of the beautiful things about the Hajj
is that Allah delivers us from all forms of bondage,
chains we can see and those that are invisible.
Praise Allah.
But I-- I don't even know
if the court will allow me to go on the Hajj.
That is of no importance.
You are already in Mecca.
No matter what the court says,
I believe your Hajj has already started.
[call to prayer begins]
Will you join me in prayer?
I'm sorry, Dr. Azzam, but in the black Muslim faith I practice,
whites and Blacks are not supposed to pray together.
[call to prayer continues]
♪
How would you react if one of your people told you
that their shit wasn't motherfuckin' loaded?
Ain't no excuse, Bump.
Y-yeah, Bump.
It ain't nothing but a flat fuck-up.
And he saw your face?
Yeah, yeah. H-He saw us.
You boys fucked up in some sort of Hall of Fame type shit.
Get the fuck out of my face.
Get the fuck out of my face!
Damn.
Thing is, Bump,
something's botherin' the fuck outta me about this Madera cat.
What?
I got a real eyeball full of this dude.
He don't feel like no military cat to me.
No way, no how.
What makes you say that?
The way he carry himself while he under attack.
Yeah.
Bump, I-I'm straight with that.
Look, when he looked at me, h-he looked at me
like he ain't never had a gun pointed at him before.
I mean, anybody's gonna run, right?
But if you ever been in combat,
you don't run the way this dude was runnin'.
- Hell, no. - How is that?
Turnin' back, lookin' over his shoulder.
Anyone knows when you getting shot at, you never look back.
- Never look back. - Never look back.
Now, we fucked up for sure, ain't no doubt.
But if Battle told you this dude was military,
I think he's a fuckin' liar.
And I'm sorry, Bump.
Sorry.
♪
I was looking for the placement of our "Get out the Vote" ads
when I saw it, called you right away.
"HARYOU Executive Director Mayme Johnson
is sparking questions from sources inside the organization
about her role as director,
given her husband's suspected criminal activities.
The sources wish to remain anonymous
for fear of retribution.
Many people worry that personal financial gain
might be motivating."
[sighs]
Well, at least we got placement for our voting rights ad.
[laughs]
[scoffs]
As-salamu alaykum, Malcolm.
As-salamu alaykum.
Good news. The court will decide your case tomorrow,
and I'm certain it will be in your favor.
That's wonderful.
So soon you'll be on your way, and I'll be out of yours.
Dr. Azzam.
Um...
I hope I haven't offended you in any way.
I am grateful for your help and your hospitality.
When I was a boy, just-- just six years old,
a group of white men snatched my father from his home,
tied him to the railroad,
and let a train slice him in two.
After that, my-- my mother suffered a nervous breakdown
and was sent to an asylum.
Eventually, she didn't even recognize me.
Dr. Azzam, I don't believe all white people are evil.
But in my life...
I have never known kindness,
humanity or empathy
from anyone with your skin color.
When you're on the Hajj,
you will be praying with Muslims of all complexions.
So I'm told.
And they will treat you as their brother, as I do.
In Islam, there is no skin color,
just human being and faith in God.
♪
With all due respect, Bumpy,
I'm an idiot for even being seen with you right now.
I understand. I appreciate it, though.
But you and me have always been straight.
[chuckles]
Let's keep this short. What'd you find?
This guy Madera, if that's the guy you're looking for,
has a very unusual past.
How so?
He don't have one.
I can't find his Social Security number.
I can't find a work history or any reports of previous crimes.
What about military service?
Mnh.
I called his last employer, read them the riot act.
They gave me this address in Harlem.
Here's the thing.
A guy with such a recent history and no back history
usually means one thing.
What's that?
CIA.
Thanks.
- Appreciate it. - Mm-hmm.
♪
♪ Wild one ♪
♪ Wild one, you're a rebel ♪
♪ And they say you're just no good ♪
♪ Just no good ♪
♪ But they might change their minds ♪
♪ If they only understood ♪
♪ Only understood ♪
♪ Wild one, I understand ♪
♪ I know you never had a chance ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ You're a victim of circumstance ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Can't you see? ♪
Hi, Bumpy.
How's it going?
- It's going good. - Yeah?
Yeah.
♪ I've given you my heart ♪
Hey, good to see you guys. How you doin', fellas?
Bumpy Johnson. Looking good, my friend.
Bumpy Johnson, my man.
Hey, Dixon.
Woo-hoo, Mr. Johnson!
This singer's cookin' with gas tonight.
Enjoy your evening, brothers.
♪ And go where you're gonna ♪
♪ You're wild as can be ♪
There you are.
♪ I'm sayin' your love's for me ♪
- Did you kill him? - I'm working on it.
Something just don't add up, though.
What's that?
What is it about this Madera that you're not telling me?
I told you. He's my enemy.
Your enemy works for the CIA?
The CIA is a very large organization with many facets.
What are you involved in?
That's not your concern.
The fuck it ain't.
I turned my back on the Italians for you, okay?
I didn't fuckin' ask you questions
about your motive or loyalty.
Now you wanna question mine?
You're hiding something from me. I'll find out what it is.
I cannot trust you, then our business partnership will end.
What is this, some kinda-- some kinda test?
Hey, man. You call it a test,
call it whatever the fuck you want to call it, man,
but you kill this guy,
or I'll know where we stand.
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Oh, my wild one ♪
♪ I'm sayin' your love's for me ♪
♪ Wild one ♪
Are you looking forward to joining Malcolm in Africa?
[sighs]
I've never left Harlem before.
I've never traveled.
I'm excited to see the world.
I envy you.
I wish I could leave sometimes.
You are doing such important work here, Mayme.
I'm proud of you.
You read the paper.
Everything I do is going to be tainted.
I just-- I can't get away from it.
I don't know what to do.
Don't give up.
And don't worry about what they say in the paper.
They don't know you.
Powell's enemies in Congress can use me as a talking point.
I could single-handedly derail the Voting Rights Act
all because...
Because of Bumpy.
For the first time in my life...
I feel that I resent him.
I've never felt that before.
It scares me.
That's natural.
Look, I didn't choose my father,
but I found a way to live with the things he does...
and to love him just the same.
♪
Thank you.
♪
[laughs, sighs]
♪ Murda, murda, murda, murda ♪
♪
♪ Murda, murda, murda, murda ♪
♪ They say they're comin' back tonight ♪
♪ They won't be talkin' ♪
♪ Murda, murda, murda, murda ♪
♪
♪ Murda, murda ♪
- ♪ The look that's in his eyes ♪ - [Door closes]
♪ He's thinkin' something ♪
♪ He won't stop movin' around ♪
♪ He's holdin' something ♪
♪ Man, I say something just ain't right ♪
♪ Murda, murda ♪
♪ It's always when it's too late ♪
♪ You already know you're fucked ♪
♪ Until now, you never used the words you shoulda so much ♪
♪ I know you did a lot of shit ♪
♪ Certain things you ain't proud of ♪
♪ Certain situations God won't even help you get out of ♪
♪ Difficult for you to breathe ♪
♪ You're lookin' strange in the mirror ♪
♪ Right at your own reflections ♪
♪ Like you're gettin' pale in a picture ♪
♪ Heartbeat's beating irregular ♪
♪ Thinking 'bout your kids now, that signal on a celly ♪
♪ Overthinkin' what you did now ♪
♪ But in the moment, itchy finger niggas black ♪
♪ But it's too late ♪
♪ To be thinkin' about your kids after the fact ♪
♪ And I don't want to be the voice in your head ♪
♪ But I assure you homey with his niggas ♪
♪ In front of the club waitin' for you ♪
♪ Murda, murda ♪
[shower running]
♪
[thinking] He's a journalist.
♪
[shower turns off]
♪
[door opens]
[gasps]
Who the hell are you?
I was about to ask you the same question.
♪ I love you more and more ♪
This is a Rothschild '59.
It's an excellent year.
I don't drink.
Really?
You don't drink or you won't drink?
What difference does it make?
I'd like to know if you're bullshitting me.
You seem like the kind of man who only hears what he wants,
so whatever I say, it doesn't matter.
I can understand you thinking that.
You understand what I'm thinking?
Let me guess.
You hate my guts.
You blame men like me
for everything that's gone wrong in your life.
You think I'm just another goombah
like your father and his friends.
You're thinking that if I were to die suddenly,
right here at this table, you'd feel tremendous relief,
even joy.
How'd I do?
Gotta hand it to you.
You are a mind reader.
[clears throat]
Your father backed me to be head of my own family.
I owe him a debt of loyalty I could never repay.
And part of that is protecting you.
What do you say?
Let's just try to get along.
Cin don.
♪ I love you more and more ♪
Cin don.
♪ Each day ♪
♪ I love ♪
"This letter is to inform you I've resigned"?
What? A resignation letter?
Lady, are you out of your mind?
Adam, it's the right thing to do.
Did you put her up to this?
No, I did not. It was her decision.
But I could not agree with it more.
Mayme...
Look, this controversy is not worth
the damage it can do to HARYOU.
It is about Harlem's kids. It's not about me.
You are the best thing for them.
I do not accept this resignation.
Adam--
We are under enough scrutiny as it is.
The Harlem Leadership Committee
already feels we're illegally constituted.
That's right, so the press will look up the asshole
of anybody who takes this job.
Adam, as it is,
you're probably gonna have to make a statement
in support of her stepping down.
Oh, not a chance in hell.
If this story continues, it'll weaken the program.
The perception matters.
I thought you were a fighter, Mayme.
That what we do! We fight!
"Dear Betty, being in Mecca is opening my eyes
to so many new ways of looking at things.
I have been met by a Muslim brother
whose skin is the whitest of white
and eyes the bluest of blue, and this man regards me as brother,
because our faith in One God Allah
has removed "white" from his mind.
I have never before witnessed
such sincere hospitality and practice of true brotherhood.
Perhaps someday if White America
can accept the religion of Islam and accept the oneness of men,
it will cure the cancer of racism in our country."
Malik El-Shabazz, the court has approved you.
You are free to go on your Hajj.
[chuckles]
Praise be to Allah.
I wish you every good fortune, Malcolm.
I know this next week will be the most important of your life.
Dr. Azzam, I would be honored
if you would make the pilgrimage with me, as my guide.
There is so much about traditional Islam
I wish to learn, if you would teach me.
The honor will be all mine.
♪ Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
[Malcolm] Each hour in the Holy Land enables
greater spiritual insights into what is happening in America
between black and white.
As racism leads America up the suicide path,
I do believe that the whites of the younger generation
will see the handwriting on the walls,
and many of them will turn to the spiritual path of truth.
You work for the CIA?
[Madera] Of course not.
Battle is the one who was working with the CIA.
Battle said you had his family killed.
I just voiced concern
that Jose Battle and his greedy fuckin' family,
they stole land and money from the Cuban people.
Castro, he took revenge on behalf of the people.
Revenge on innocent women and children.
♪
War's ugly,
and their death was decreed by the people.
♪
[speaking in Spanish]
[door opens]
You found him.
Yeah, I did.
But you did not kill him.
I don't kill for the CIA.
The question is, why do you?
This man is a murderer and a thief,
a corrupt cop who stole from his own people.
You're a fuckin' liar!
You didn't tell me about the CIA. I wanna know why.
Because I didn't wanna involve you
in certain aspects of my business, for your own sake.
I didn't sign up to be a hit man
for the U.S. government, alright?
That's too bad. There's much to be gained.
Let me show you something.
[muffled cries]
♪
This is what the CIA can do for us.
This is where you get your M-16s,
direct government issue?
Brand-new.
These will help us fend off the Italians
once we get our new shipment of dope.
And help you storm the beaches of Cuba again?
You think it's foolish to fight for one's homeland?
No.
You've helped me fight for mine.
I just don't trust the CIA.
That's your choice.
But I'm sure Joe Colombo won't have any problem
with where these guns came from.
♪
[speaking in Spanish]
Bumpy.
Get up. Come on.
I asked you for a favor.
[muffled moans]
Now you have to decide, man.
Are we partners or not?
I'm a man of my word, and I keep my promises.
[body thuds]
You better keep yours.
♪
[call to prayer sounds]
There's the afternoon prayer.
You may go to your room and pray if you wish, Malcolm.
I will not be offended.
♪
Dr. Azzam.
If I may, I'd like to stay and pray with you.
That would be the honor of my life.
[call to prayer continues]
I am so grateful to Allah we have met.
As am I.
[beginning prayer together]
♪