♪
We need Jose Battle to keep the peace.
We need Bumpy Johnson to sell our dope in Harlem.
Go fuck yourselves.
[Bumpy] Your friends ask you to come and try to change my mind?
I'd rather be friends with an Alzado.
I spoke with Assistant District Attorney Pike today.
He knows about your association with Jose Battle.
- Who do you want me to kill? - Juan Madera, a journalist.
- I keep my promises. - [grunts]
Better keep yours.
I would love for you to come with me to Africa.
I'll need an executive assistant to help with my affairs.
- Travel to Africa with you? - Who better than you?
How long are you keeping me here for?
[Colombo] Someone tried to have you killed.
I made a promise to your pops that I'd look after you.
- This is an easy gig here. - What if I quit?
Then you stay in your room.
We'll discuss salary over dinner.
Fine.
There's no reason why we can't be friends.
I'll take him back to French Connection.
[Pettigrew] We found Monsieur 98.
[Bumpy] Who scares you the most?
Bonnano or me?
[grunting]
I will take your side.
[Junie Byrd] Three thousand keys.
[Pettigrew] With the biggest duji shipment in history.
So, I received this postcard from our man in Marseilles.
His name is Jean Cesar,
but he's better known as Monsieur 98.
Well, in case you didn't know it,
we've been dealing with these fuckin' frogs
before you had diapers on.
What are you saying?
I'm saying that on the last shipment,
Bumpy Johnson made you all look like idiots.
- Hey, hey, you fuckin'-- - Hey, Carlo, let him talk.
What are you saying?
If he hadn't had the rotten luck
for the dope to burn up in those riots,
he'd be in control of the connection right now.
As it is, Monsieur 98 is coming soon
to work out an arrangement with anyone
that has the organization and the police protection
to move the junk into the neighborhoods.
Where does Chin stand on all this?
He's authorized me to negotiate a deal,
with your approval, of course,
and to keep Bumpy Johnson away from this deal at all costs.
[scoffs] Good luck with that.
See this?
This nigger was just put in as the captain
of the 27th Precinct.
Him and Johnson are gonna be thick as thieves.
Listen, this guy was installed to calm the Blacks in Harlem
after the riots so they see a Black face.
That's it. He's a figurehead. Nothing more.
No one could move dope in Harlem without the 27th in pocket.
Not you, not me, not even Johnson.
Calm down, fellas.
Cops don't give a flying fuck about Black or white.
It's all about green.
[band playing swing jazz]
♪
[crowd cheering]
[indistinct conversations]
♪
Listen.
We're not gonna have a problem, right?
There's always problems when you move the duji.
No, I mean with this new cop,
this new captain guy-- he's not gonna fuck us up?
It depends on whether he bleeds Black or he bleeds blue.
I'm more worried about Colombo and the Families.
They've always been able to work things out with the cops.
♪
Everyone down on the fucking floor right now!
[people screaming]
- [gunshot] - Everyone!
[screaming continues]
- Get down, you motherfuckers. - Get down!
Everybody down on the fucking ground!
Get down on the fucking floor. Are you stupid?
- Get the fuck down. - You can't hear me?
Everybody down on the floor now!
Get the fuck down on the floor now, everyone!
♪
♪ 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
They did this shit in my fucking house?
My fucking house?
Do cops usually come after you like this?
No.
I got cops on the pad to protect this place.
Maybe somebody's paying them more money to stand aside.
I didn't recognize those two, but I saw their brass.
They're from the 27th.
Motherfuckers took money outta the tip jar,
but didn't even go back and look for a safe.
[chuckles] Fucking intimidation move.
Colombo sending a message?
Yeah, well, he sees that you and me, we're raking it in.
It's a fuck-you.
How about we get some men and we go hit him back?
It's not about tit for tat.
This is about the heroin.
Colombo's making his play.
Shipment's coming in.
If he gets the 27th, we're fucked.
[ship horn blows]
♪
[man speaking French]
Bon voyage.
[engine starts]
The people of Harlem need to trust their men in uniform,
and we need to earn their trust.
For too long, policing in Harlem has been
billy club first, questions later, if at all,
and I can promise you that will change.
[door opens]
Oh, thank God you're okay.
They shot up the place.
- Cops? - In uniform.
I'm telling you, those cops were bought
and paid for by the guineas.
[scoffs]
You know what, Elsworth?
There might be a way you can deal with this
by going right to the source.
What do you mean?
Well, Reggie Fields was just on the news--
the new police captain.
I met him with Roy Wingate last week.
He is an honest, good man.
And he's Black.
What difference does that make?
Well, he says he wants to make a difference in Harlem,
and I believe him.
If there are dirty, corrupt cops on his force,
he should know about it.
I also have cops on the pad, Mayme.
Look.
They don't steal from legitimate businesses.
You are a Black business owner. You have rights.
You think this new captain gives a shit about me?
He should.
You're always looking out for me, aren't you?
Just talk to him,
make him aware of the situation.
♪
It feels like we landed in a postcard.
If I remember the guidebook,
that's the Great Pyramid of Giza.
- You're not homesick yet? - [chuckles]
Harlem has its glory, but...
Ghana, Nigeria, Sudan--
Africa's starting to feel like my real home.
Yeah, you're hearing our ancestors' voices clearly
for the first time,
unfiltered by the fog of prejudice.
I bet it soothes your soul as it does mine.
You have tea with President Gamal Abdel Nasser at 4:00
and then dinner with President Ahmed Ben Bella of Algeria,
if you can manage.
Call them both and reschedule.
Why?
Che Guevara wants to meet with me today.
The Cuban revolutionary.
He sent me a telegram when we were both in Accra.
He wants to meet before I speak at the Pan-African Conference.
I'll clear your schedule.
Anything else?
I'm gonna go to that bazaar near the hotel.
I want to get a gift for Margaret.
Look, I don't want you to leave this hotel on your own.
Why?
All over Africa, I've gone as I pleased.
Egypt is a different beast.
There are proprieties in place, especially for women.
It's far more stringent than in West Africa.
I think you should stay in your room.
I will, as soon as I finish arranging your schedule.
♪
Here is your money.
Thank you for a job well done.
What exactly was the point of all that bullshit?
Call it the fine art of negotiation.
Now, how many cops does Johnson still have
in his pocket at the 27?
Look at the bodacious tatas on this girl.
Jesus mother of Mary.
Still gonna be a while till we find out which cops
Johnson controls.
What about this new captain?
I need him on my pad when the shipment comes in.
With Chin Gigante gone, you're making a play, huh?
The fuck are you talking about?
What?
I'm holding down the fort for Chin Gigante.
They key is neutralizing Bumpy Johnson.
How the fuck we supposed to do that?
Arrest him.
On what charge?
I don't fucking know. Who cares?
I just need to show him who's boss around here.
Maybe a couple days at Rikers will change his attitude.
Yeah.
[Bumpy] Thanks for seeing me, Captain Fields.
My wife-- she speaks very highly of you.
According to this report, Mr. Johnson,
your Geechee club is open past the hours of legal operation.
Most of the clubs in Harlem do that, Captain,
as you must well know.
My place was shot up by your police officers
for no reason whatsoever.
Well, that's quite an accusation.
I mean, I didn't recognize them,
but they were wearing uniforms and 27th Precinct badges.
My question is, what are you doing about it?
If what you say is true,
an independent counsel would have to be convened,
which would take considerable amounts of time and money.
That's an excellent idea.
Resources which could be used instead
to investigate racketeering, prostitution,
loan sharking, numbers running, and dope peddling.
But not police corruption, I guess.
Johnson, let's get past the bullshit.
Mm.
I know who you are and your long rap sheet.
I also know the many things you do to help the community,
like all those kids you help send to college.
I do what I can. What about you?
Well, there are many things I need to concern myself with,
and dirty cops is one of them.
But so are mob bosses,
both Italian and Black.
Your complaint is duly noted.
I guess that means that you're not gonna do
a goddamn thing about it, then.
Know this-- if you can't keep your cops under control,
you can bet your Black ass that I will.
♪
[door slams]
[machinery whirring]
[indistinct conversations in background]
Nice of you to show up.
Oh, I didn't know you kept strict business hours.
Yeah, I don't,
but a little discipline wouldn't hurt.
Well, that's not gonna help me much,
seeing I don't do nothing but take messages for you.
That's right. You take messages for me.
And I'm keeping you alive.
Seems like a fair trade to me.
Keeping me alive for what?
I'm bored. I'm lonely.
I can't go anywhere or do anything.
I have no friends.
What can I do to put a smile on that pretty face of yours?
You can give me my freedom.
Let me go to Paris.
[sighs]
I get that you're bored and lonely.
How about that Negro lady you saw in Philly?
You want I should bring her up here for a visit?
The last thing I want is your fucking goons
running in on her with their guns
and forcing her to do anything.
Okay.
You're such a fucking asshole!
Forget I mentioned it.
Forget I offered to do anything!
You're such an ungrateful little bitch.
If I didn't make a promise to your father
that I'd keep you safe,
I'd consider whacking you myself!
Fuck you!
[Egyptian music plays]
Malcolm X in the flesh.
[chuckles] Che Guevara.
What an honor to finally meet you.
Fidel, uh, often spoke about his wonderful trip
to Harlem and your gifts as an orator.
- [chuckles] - He described you
as "America's number-one revolutionary."
I'm pleased by Fidel's kind words.
They are his words, not mine.
I would not call you a revolutionary.
How would you describe me, then?
If you don't mind my asking.
As an advocate, perhaps,
but a revolutionary fights with more than just his words.
He takes action.
I have never backed down from a fight.
You are Minister Malcolm X.
If you sound a war cry,
all of heaven and Earth will take arms.
This is about the speech I'm making
at the Pan-African Conference.
You can be of great service.
I need the African leaders to lend their support
to the worldwide struggle for liberation.
They eat out of your hands.
They listen to you.
I am here to talk about our people's
political struggle in the United States.
You're always talking about the crimes committed
against your people
by racist forces in your country.
They are too great to mention.
If you can't see that your country is committing
these crimes all over the world,
then why are you here?
Or is it just to see the pyramids?
♪
[knock on door]
Who is it?
[man] Hotel security.
How can I help you?
Is Malcolm El Shabazz present?
No, I'm sorry. He's at a meeting.
Are you the assistant to Malcolm El Shabazz?
Yes.
Please come with me.
Why?
Please follow me.
♪
[door opens]
Thank you.
I'm sure you're wondering why hotel security
asked you down here.
No one asked me.
If they had, I wouldn't have come.
Fair enough.
My name is Gregory Reynolds.
I'm with the U.S. State Department.
I wanted to have a little talk with you
about Malcolm El Shabazz.
What about him?
Well, we understand that you've been traveling
as his secretary throughout Africa,
and that he trusts you.
Why not talk to him yourself?
We both know he's a very proud man and stubborn,
and doesn't always listen to reason.
We don't want him to give a speech
at the Pan-African Conference.
Why?
We know that Malcolm and Che Guevara
have been in communication.
Spreading communist propaganda in Africa
is against our national interest.
Who exactly are you?
Africa's a tinder box right now.
Wars breaking out all over.
The Communists would like nothing more
than to form a stronghold here.
What in the world does that have to do with Malcolm?
When he talks about things like...
liberation and resistance,
it's just a very short hop to socialism and communism.
Malcolm is no communist.
Look, he's free to say whatever he wants
on American soil.
But in Egypt, the State Department would
prefer he cancel his speech.
No way he's gonna cancel.
Rumor has it that someone from Mosque Number Seven
in New York City tried to kill him.
Is that correct?
I have no idea.
Miss Johnson,
I know you care about this man,
and, believe it or not, so do I.
I want to see that he makes it home safe.
He certainly doesn't need more enemies.
Only one?
What?
We had two dozen patrol and three detectives on our books.
I want to know what the fuck happened.
We-- We did the footwork like you asked.
And these cops we've known for years
barely even willing to talk to us.
Whoever got to our cops either put the fear of God in 'em
or is paying them a whole lot more.
Either way, Colombo.
Any luck with that new captain?
Useless.
Another token Negro to con our people
into thinking that things are changing.
Now what about those fuckers who hit the Geechee?
Still making inquiries.
Without cops on our pad,
we're looking at a life sentence if we get pinched.
What do you suggest?
What about D'Alessandro?
Nah, nah, he ain't in the 27th. He's Midtown.
I don't care.
If you want information about dirty cops,
you ask a dirty cop.
Get me D'Alessandro.
So let me get this straight.
Joseph Colombo is keeping you prisoner?
At my father's request.
He's worried one of the other Families might try to kill me.
So how exactly are you a prisoner?
He got me an apartment where I gotta stay.
I work for him in his office at the car lot.
He has guards on me all the time.
The only reason I'm here right now
is 'cause I told them I had a gynecological exam.
So you're in close proximity to Joe Colombo.
Unfortunately, yes.
♪
Want Joe Colombo out of your hair for good?
We've been picking up chatter about a huge shipment of heroin
coming into New York.
Connect him to that shipment,
and we'll put him away for life.
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
Get a couple glasses of wine in these guys,
they'll tell you the riddle of the Sphinx.
So you want me to do your job for you
and maybe get myself killed?
No, thanks.
I'll make sure you get a new identity, new life,
under federal protection.
Can you do that for me in Paris?
Normally we don't protect people internationally.
But you put Colombo in jail,
you'll be walking on the Champs-Elysées.
What would I have to do?
Bumpy, I'm sorry.
I'm Midtown these days, not anywhere near the 27th.
I'm looking for the two dirty cops who shot up my joint.
How much would it cost me to find out?
[chuckles] It ain't about money.
I won't be able to get a peep out of no one.
That new boss, Colombo--
he's got everyone on his payroll.
Apparently, the next shipment's gonna be huge.
I need you to try.
If they think I'm sniffing around for you,
I'll get my balls chopped off, honest.
Remind me how much money you made
when I stole that duji out of that police locker?
I bet it put your kids through college.
There's more of that if you can help me out.
[sighs]
I'll do my best.
I appreciate it.
[tapping knuckles]
♪
That crooked cop ain't gonna do shit, right?
What you thinkin', boss?
We got the signal from Marseilles dope's coming soon.
[sighs]
I'm thinking...
we gotta set a meeting with Colombo.
Him and me.
♪
[music playing in distance]
He knew about your meeting with Che.
I didn't know what to say.
State Department, my ass.
That man was pure CIA.
The U.S. government trying to intimidate me, even overseas.
That's not good.
It is.
It means I'm getting under their skin.
I know how important this speech is
and how much you've accomplished already.
All over the continent, you've talked about the need
for Black liberation.
And I have to continue.
This speech is the pinnacle.
I know. I'm just a little concerned.
I'm not going to let anyone keep me from my work.
Nor should you,
but that man scared me.
This isn't a game.
Nobody knows that more than me.
Malcolm, I have a bad feeling.
♪
[car door opens]
♪
Well, here we are again.
Putting those cops on my club was a big mistake.
What makes you think those were my cops?
Stop with the bullshit. I know you got the 27th.
That ain't gonna stop me from getting the heroin
from Marseilles when it drops.
You're in no position to make threats, Johnson.
But I'm a reasonable man.
I'm willing to negotiate.
You never give up, do you?
I get what I want.
And what is that?
When the shipment comes in,
there'll be a fight for who controls it.
- Yeah. - No!
I'm gonna get the dope, all of it.
But I am gonna need your help selling it.
It's that simple.
I don't work for you, Joe.
[chuckles]
You know, Bumpy,
you're always talking about
how the Blacks are mistreated.
Listen, I don't disagree,
so I made you a good offer by any measure,
a-and you turn me down.
Again and again.
Then you talk about being locked in a cage?
That's your own bullshit.
To be honest, I got half a mind to think you're a racist.
You want to make a deal right now?
Equal partners.
50-50.
50-50 you want?
It's too late for you to dictate terms.
I stood up for a fair deal on your behalf to the Families.
You made me look foolish in their eyes.
Especially when you conned Jose Battle to your side.
And so with all due respect,
you can go fuck yourself.
That's what I thought.
Listen, those cops are gonna be cracking down
on every fuckin' place you and Battle own.
You can't control all of the cops.
- Well... - [keys jingling]
...I control more than you.
Come here. I want to show you something.
♪
He was asking a lot of questions, from what I'm told.
♪
[Egyptian music playing in background]
[indistinct conversations]
♪
You're willing to let a little CIA hide-and-seek
scare you out of your mission?
They targeted my assistant.
If anything happened to Elise, I'd never forgive myself.
Safety is a luxury revolutionaries cannot afford.
You have to decide what is more important--
your cause or your life.
I am willing to die for what I believe in,
as long as others aren't put in danger beside me.
You are sounding a war cry for your people the world over.
You could fire a bullet that ricochets
all the way back to Washington.
Or you can run and hide.
♪
You really think the CIA will kill you for giving that speech?
They've done far worse.
You've been roaming this continent for weeks,
doing and saying as you please.
If they wanted you dead, camarada,
they would've killed you already.
[down-tempo music plays]
♪
- [machinery whirring] - [indistinct conversations]
I see you're actually doing something around here.
Your paperwork is such a mess,
I decided to try and organize things a bit.
Oh.
Uh, thank you. I appreciate you doing that.
Figured I may as well be useful around here.
Well, don't let me interrupt.
Joe.
I want to apologize for my behavior
the last time we spoke.
I got a lot of stress, you know?
And I want you to know that I'm grateful to you,
and I know I haven't made it easy.
What's easy in this life, right?
So, no hard feelings?
No.
No hard feelings.
And I'm sorry that...
I lost my cool.
It's okay.
Look, you took me out for dinner,
and I want to return the favor.
If you want to come by later tonight,
I could make my famous eggplant caponata.
[chuckles] It's famous, huh?
It's my dad's favorite.
Yeah, uh...
Sure. Okay.
Say 8:00?
Sounds good.
♪
[woman] Well, I appreciate the recommendation.
More coffee, Bumpy?
No thanks, kiddo.
Trying to cut back?
Not sure I wanna wake up.
["I Know It's True" by Clarence Williams playing]
♪ I was afraid that this day would come♪
Hear you been looking for us.
You're the cops who shot up my joint.
Can I get you gentlemen anything?
We won't be long.
We have a warrant for your arrest.
On what charge?
What do you think?
Racketeering, pimping, loan sharking,
so much to choose from.
Put your fucking hands behind your back.
How much is Colombo paying you?
I'll double it.
Are you resisting arrest?
You know, it's funny what happens when you resist arrest.
Put your fucking hands behind your back.
Make me!
What is going on here?
These are the men who shot up my club.
They're arresting me on Joe Colombo's orders.
What is this?
What did he do?
He's a known criminal.
What are you arresting him for?
He did nothing.
- He's innocent! - He's innocent.
[patrons clamoring]
Leave him alone!
[Fields] Settle down.
Look, settle down, please!
I followed you here because I know what you're up to.
- But-- - Get out of here, Delano.
That's an order.
Both of you.
[patrons clamoring]
[man] Get out.
I want to see you and O'Mally in my office in an hour.
♪ All alone♪
You might have just saved my life.
I'm not the enemy, Mr. Johnson.
I'm trying my best to fix a system that is flawed.
Well, in any case, thanks.
[Chance] Pair of sevens.
[Pettigrew] And all I got is nothing.
- And what you got? - Full house!
- Again? - Come on!
Get the fuck up. Junie, Junie!
Get back to your business.
I need you two to go find these cops for me now.
But we don't even know their names or what precinct--
O'Mally and Delano.
Remember their names.
Burn 'em into your skulls.
They paid me a little visit.
And what do you want us to do when we find them?
I want you to bring them to Casa Havana, alive.
Battle's got a little basement there where we can talk.
You want us to kidnap two cops?
That'll bring the Feds on our ass.
These guys need to learn a little bit more about the law.
♪
You sure, Bump?
Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill anybody.
I'm just gonna make them wish that they weren't alive.
We can do that.
♪
[door opens]
You're still working?
You should go back to your room and get some rest.
I will in a moment.
You've received so many invitations
since you've been here.
I'm just trying to keep it all organized.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I had another interesting meal with Che.
But I must say, my stomach's a little upset.
- Should I call a doctor? - No, no, no, I'm fine.
Maybe you should get some rest.
Save your energy for your speech.
No, I still have some more work to do on it.
Could you hand me my notebook?
♪
What's the matter?
Perhaps the-- the koshari--
Malcolm?
Malcolm!
Malcolm, wake up!
Malcolm, please, wake up!
Wake up, Malcolm.
♪
["One of These Days" by Marvin Gaye playing]
Oh.
I gotta be honest.
This is the best caponata I've ever tasted.
Thank you. It's a--
It's a recipe from my grandmother in Sicily.
♪ One of these days♪
Did my father ever tell you why I need all this protection?
♪ Strong enough♪
[chuckles]
You know, in my business,
you learn not to ask too many questions.
My father was responsible for my husband getting killed.
And I called the Feds.
♪ When I up and leave you♪
♪ You can bet your life♪
Jesus.
You ratted out your own father?
Yeah.
But then I went to see him in jail,
and we patched things up.
He took responsibility for what he did,
and I forgave him.
♪
♪ I know♪
A father's relationship with his daughter is...
the most special thing in the world.
♪ Nobody has to tell me♪
What he was really concerned about
was the shipment coming in from Marseilles,
like, soon, right?
♪ It's the way I feel♪
He talked to you about that?
He talks to me about everything.
Of course, he wanted a son to share the family business with,
but instead he got me.
He wants to know exactly
when you're gonna take possession of the narcotics.
He said that's the key
to you keeping those other Families in control.
[down-tempo music plays]
What's wrong?
I just... find it very strange
that he would share this kind of stuff with you.
Yeah, yeah, "this thing of ours,"
it doesn't include women.
I get it.
But he trusts me.
And I told him you're doing a great job
holding down the fort while he's away.
Well, thank you.
He said the sooner you get that shipment,
the stronger you'll be, and the safer I'll be.
Tell your father that
I'm expecting Monsieur 98 any day to negotiate prices.
After that, I'll arrange for the load to come in
through my shipment of car parts.
He'll be glad to hear that.
I know it'll put his mind at ease.
♪
[sighs]
Well, thank you for an incredible meal.
You're welcome.
You know, the truth is,
I don't have a lot of friends,
so when you said that thing you said
about being lonely...
I understood that.
I don't want to be your enemy.
I'd prefer to consider you a friend.
You know, a-and when you...
talked to the Feds, that--
that was you being insane with grief.
You ain't a rat for real, Stell'.
It ain't in your blood.
No.
Thanks again for a great evening.
I'll see you soon.
All right.
[door closes]
♪
[birds chirping]
Praise Allah.
What happened?
Easy. Not so fast.
Aside from a few stomach fits, you were out all night.
I've never had food poisoning this bad.
I don't think it was food poisoning.
I think it was poisoned food.
Many foreigners come here and get sick.
Malcolm, I think this was an attempt on your life.
I think you should cancel your speech.
Not a chance.
My speech is in less than an hour.
I feel fine.
Oh.
Doctor, is he safe?
Will he be all right?
My recommendation is he stay in bed and rest.
No.
We should listen to the doctor.
If anything happens to me, it would be Allah's will.
We must submit to His plans,
even if they don't coincide with ours.
♪
[groans softly]
♪
- Hi. - Hi.
♪
Well, did he say anything about the heroin shipment?
Anything at all.
He didn't know anything about it.
Now, if you ask me, Joe Colombo's clean.
♪
[garbled speech]
What the fuck is this?
I don't know.
I mean, I did everything you said.
Is it my fault your stupid machinery doesn't do the job?
[garbled speech continues]
♪
Hey. [clears throat]
Excuse me, "offisher"?
- Now, get a look at this guy. - [laughs]
How 'bout a little drink for you hard-working men, mm?
Touch that bottle after your nigger lips?
I don't think so!
[laughter]
[gun cocks]
Hey, out of the car, peckerwoods.
You're coming with us.
Take it easy.
[applause]
[Malcolm X] I am honored to attend
this historic African Summit Conference
to represent the interests
of 22 million African Americans
whose rights are being violated daily
by the racism of American imperialists.
We in America are your long-lost brothers and sisters.
We were taken forcibly in chains
from this mother continent
and now have spent over 300 years in America,
suffering the most inhuman forms
of physical and psychological torture imaginable.
You guys don't look so tough now, do you?
And all of these inhuman atrocities
have been inflicted upon us
by the American governmental authorities,
the police themselves, for no reason
other than that we seek the recognition and respect
granted to other human beings in America.
A hundred years ago, the American white men
used to put on a white sheet
and use a bloodhound against Negroes.
Today, they've taken off the white sheet
and put on police uniforms
and traded in the bloodhounds for police dogs.
I need to know every single cop
that Joe Colombo's got on his payroll.
We don't know shit.
Aah!
Who are the cops on Colombo's pad?
Fuck you.
Open your fucking mouth!
Now, I'm not saying every white person is a racist,
and I'm not saying every white policeman is a racist either.
[muffled grunting]
[Battle] Tell him what he wants to know.
- [gasps] - Colombo's pad?
I don't know. No, no.
[Malcolm X] But both here in the United States
and here in Africa,
we face forces that would seek to divide us.
Come on!
That is why, if things don't change,
we must call for revolution.
[coughing and struggling]
African leaders, our problem is your problem.
You will never be fully respected
until and unless we are also respected.
- [muffled grunting] - You will never be recognized
as free human beings until and unless
we are also recognized as human beings.
And so it is high time,
should this oppression continue,
to choose whether we will ignore
our commonality in this struggle
and be divided,
or work in solidarity
as African brothers and sisters
the world over.
[applause]
♪
[door closes]
What's this?
Resignations.
From the two crooked cops who shot up my club.
And how'd you get this?
I guess... they had a guilty conscience.
Here are their badges.
Did you hurt these men?
What if I did?
What are you gonna do about it?
I can do plenty.
I don't think so.
I got their signed confessions on paper.
They told me the name of every single cop
in this precinct who's taking money from the mob,
including-- ♪ da-da-da-daa--
you.
And what are you gonna do with that?
That depends on you.
I made copies for safekeeping.
If I didn't take the pad money,
every cop in this precinct would rebel against me.
They hate me enough as it is.
So you threaten me,
but you keep your hands off the Italians?
I wish I could jail all of you.
But the culture here ain't gonna change overnight.
I have to make compromises and do the best I can
with this fucked-up situation.
You need to figure out who your enemies are--
your real enemies.
Until then, motherfucker,
you work for me.
♪
[door opens]
♪
[woman] Now arriving--
Flight 772 from Marseilles, France.
Please make sure you have all your personal items
and collect your luggage at the baggage claim.
♪ Say hello to the bad guy
♪ Say goodbye to your past life ♪
♪ Red eye to the West Side
♪ 5-0 to Kumasi
♪ Bad ting by the poolside
♪ Tell cameraman this my good side ♪
♪ Palm trees with the palm wine ♪
♪ One time for the new tribe
♪ Set the city on fire like Lumumba ♪
♪ She call me daddy like Lumba
♪ Pull up in that Lex, no Luther ♪
♪ Bumping Vandross, trying to catch me a cougar ♪
♪ Smelling like rich sex and suya ♪
♪ They only wanna fight so they can sue ya ♪
♪ Mama said don't you let the money fool ya ♪
♪ You're only just a man, understand, no super ♪
♪ Lord Afrixana commando
♪ Fresh from the belly of the bando ♪
♪ Coming for your head no Kangol ♪
♪ They know that I'm the key to get us out, no piano ♪
♪ It ain't about a check or respect ♪
♪ It's about who the last one left ♪
♪ Say hello to the bad guy