[grunts]
If he finds out that I was involved
with his daughter disappearing...
Who says he has to find out?
Joe Colombo's doing a very good job,
minding the store and also protecting you, and--
He's trying to fuck me.
You just come from my father?
Fineman told him about what's going on with Colombo.
Not gonna have to worry about Joe Colombo anymore.
I never said I wanted him hurt.
[gunshot]
I understand he has plans for a new mosque.
Omar wants to work for Malcolm.
I want you to swear that you will never do anything
to harm Malcolm.
I swear before Allah.
Now it's your turn. Swear you don't love me anymore.
I'm not ready for that just yet.
- Omar's asked me out on a date. - You have to forgive him
if you're going to give him a real chance.
Malcolm is risking his life to fight for our freedom.
Omar, I thought you said Elise was an intelligent woman.
You don't want me to be in the heroin business?
If our quality of life goes down, so be it.
I love you more than words can say.
It shouldn't be difficult to transfer
Palmetto's ownership to your name.
Landing a contract like this
could really push him in the right direction.
Your application has been rejected.
[Mayme] I will never do anything criminal again.
Jose says you have a proposition for us.
The CIA incinerates hundreds of kilos of cocaine a month.
Turn it over to us. We sell it.
A quarter of the profits go to you
and the fight against Castro.
You have something we want.
Intimate access to Malcolm X.
You get us that, you boys can have all the coke you want.
Were you able to acquire the information
I requested about Malcolm?
You and he and your daughter met for lunch.
I've done some research, too. Operation Mongoose.
Which would make headline news if I were suddenly to disappear.
So keep the fuck away from Malcolm.
You'll get 25%, and there'll be no fuss.
[Battle] I'm fucking impressed.
Let's get this shit out of here.
We're taking back Harlem.
I got no fucking problem
giving up information on that commie Negro.
- [liquid pouring] - Let us drink to that.
[Madrina Speaking Spanish]
♪
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah, yeah
♪ You should gimme the rock, gimme your block ♪
♪ He got a gun, probably won't pop ♪
♪ Too many niggas sending out ops ♪
♪ Too many niggas lie on they top ♪
♪ Too many chains, homey got robbed ♪
♪ Too many things never get stopped ♪
♪ Too many rappers sayin' they trappers ♪
♪ Too many shut up, too many yonks ♪
♪ Hey, mama-fuckin' narcissist
♪ With full regression tendencies ♪
♪ I made a fucking cult
♪ To make more people come agree with me ♪
♪ I want a family tree to talk about me ♪
♪ One day bring my seed and worship my own legacy ♪
♪ Ain't no one ahead of me
♪
We started out small, but this is gonna be big.
♪
[door opens]
Here comes trouble.
[door closes]
Hey, Joe. What's up?
Why you bringin' a crew to the sit-down?
'Cause I don't trust none of you fucks!
Chin Gigante put a hit out on me--
something he couldn't have done without your fuckin' approval.
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
I bring in all the dope,
make millions for you greedy bastards,
got rid of Bumpy fuckin' Johnson.
This is how you repay me?
Get the fuckin' sanction taken off my head!
Hey, tough guy, maybe you should have thought twice
before you fucked Chin's daughter!
- What? - We got a couple of associates
in Cell Block C in Sing Sing
said Chin went a little berserk.
I can't say I blame him for tryin' to take you out.
With all due respect, Joe--
Joe, look at me when I'm fuckin' talkin'.
With all due respect,
don't you think it would've been smarter
if you kept it in your fuckin' pants?
Listen to me good.
I never fuckin' touched his daughter.
Whether you did or you didn't, it's not our business,
but that can explain what the fuck is goin' on.
Joseph, we have rules, but a father's a father.
A single boss sanctions another boss,
and you pezzonovantes do nothing.
This Commission is fuckin' bullshit.
You motherfuckers are useless.
♪
[indistinct conversations]
♪
You really did move the shit.
No business like show business for the coke business.
It was a smart plan.
Go after the musicians, then the managers,
then the big-shot executives.
They have all the dough.
Harvey has 40 keys for us tomorrow.
Forty's too much.
Got to roll it out slowly.
You can move 40.
You got an instinct for this shit. I trust you.
Boils down to it, instinct's all we got.
- [chuckles] - Alright.
I really admire how you stood your ground
for your friend Malcolm X.
He's my brother.
You look after him, keep him protected.
Hey, why do you think our friends in the CIA
are so interested in him?
They view him as the most dangerous man in America.
Why?
Nobody knows this, but Malcolm and Che
are gonna be speaking at the United Nations.
That's just between me and you.
I don't want nothing to happen to Malcolm.
I would never betray your confidence.
Never on my life.
♪
- [switch clicks] - [door closes]
♪
You boys come out for a drink?
Jose Battle, the FBI has a warrant for your arrest.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm Assistant District Attorney Jonathan Pike.
You're being charged with money laundering.
Let's go.
♪
[handcuffs click]
♪
[door closes]
♪
♪ 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
[mid-tempo music plays]
[knock on door]
♪
May I come in?
Sure.
[door closes]
- See you're packin' up. - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm going back up to Philly
to stay with Delia for a while.
I want to thank you for taking care of me for this time
and understanding that I need to go and find my own life.
Before you go...
maybe you could give me some advice.
About what?
Well, for instance...
why would your father
think that you and I are involved?
Involved?
In an intimate way.
I have no idea.
That could explain why his underboss Lombardi
tried to put a bullet in my head, could it not?
Nah, I don't think that's it.
Well, what would even give him the idea that we're involved?
Any thoughts?
No. No, I have no idea. You know my father.
He's in a bathrobe half the fuckin' time.
I think there's something you're not telling me.
No.
Honest.
Stella...
think hard.
Why would Chin Gigante,
who's charged me with protecting his daughter,
put out a fuckin' hit on me with you in the room?
It could have been his lawyer.
- Fineman? - Yeah, I met with him.
And he saw the necklace that you gave me,
and it's possible he drew the wrong conclusions.
- Fineman did? - I think so.
And did you try and dissuade him from that notion?
I did.
Get that fuckin' lawyer on the phone.
Tell him you want to meet him immediately.
What are you gonna do to him?
Whatever the fuck it takes.
♪
[Bumpy] What's goin' on here?
Why is this guy Pike crawling up our ass?
This is the FBI fuckin' with us.
They've had a bug up their ass over us since the '50s.
The FBI and CIA are at war with each other.
You got to understand, before we came along,
they were Big Dick McGee.
Now they're hall monitors.
What I don't understand is,
why'd they pinch Battle and not me?
Oh, 'cause they know you don't sing,
so take a shot with your partner.
More likely, they've got a classified informant.
A rat? Who?
On your side.
[laughs]
Who, besides us, has access to the transactions?
My banker.
I got a judge and a lawyer on payroll.
But that's it, that's it.
Anyone jump out?
In my experience, whichever one it is,
they'll deny it the strongest.
I'll press our contacts, see what I can pull.
If we can't finger anybody by evening time,
they all got to go.
Hey, motherfucker, these are my people.
I deal with them first, and then I assess the situation.
Talk to your guys.
I will have Conrad press our contacts.
But be advised, boys,
we find out one of your brothers is the rat,
they will be handled with extreme prejudice.
♪
- [indistinct conversations] - [telephone rings]
[Elise] "Such a man as Malcolm
deserves nothing short of death."
[chuckles]
They should have drawn Elijah Muhammad
as the Big Bad Wolf.
This isn't a joke.
Elijah's blatantly ordering his men to kill you.
If the CIA couldn't kill me with poison,
the NOI won't do it with a cartoon.
Thank you.
Brother Malcolm, the United Nations
has just confirmed your speech with Che Guevara.
Excellent.
Don't worry about this.
It'll be lining bird cages by tomorrow.
Malcolm, look around.
These people gave up everything to follow you.
What will they do if you end up in a casket?
What would Betty do?
I know I'm going to die, Elise.
I'm making the most of borrowed time.
That doesn't have to be true. You can stop this.
I've been in 12 cities in the past few months.
In each one, someone was following me.
I can't even tie my shoes
without looking over my shoulder.
That doesn't mean you give up. What's wrong with you?
I'm tired of running.
If anyone comes after me,
I'll be waiting with my dukes up,
not hiding behind a bush.
♪
Malcolm's new followers must have a death wish, same as he.
How could they leave the Dear Holy Apostle to follow him?
You know how Malcolm does, how he brainwashes people.
I know I brought shame to the Nation for failing so terribly.
You and Captain Henry were the only ones
who had courage enough to take action.
You are a hero.
It's a shame it cost Henry his life.
In a way, what you're doing now is even more potent--
feigning friendship.
Soon, Malcolm will let all his guards down.
It's really wonderful to see you again, Omar.
We have always had similar ambitions.
I'm inspired by your tenacity.
Perhaps there's an opportunity for us...
to collaborate.
What did you have in mind?
If Mosque Number 7 was compelled to any further action,
you would know.
There's nothing really to speak of.
We both know that's not true.
Thanks to you and Henry's incident,
we've had to lay low.
Henry and I had the courage
to do what others only whispered about.
I don't want his death to be in vain.
Help me finish what we started.
♪
Our sister mosque in Newark,
they stepped up to the front line.
Brother Clyde is who you should speak with.
♪
[cell door clangs]
How you doing?
Compared to La Cabaña Prison in Cuba,
where I spent two years, this is paradise.
Still, I need to get the fuck out.
The FBI has a snitch.
Our friends think that it's one of my associates.
I disagree.
Our friends know what they're talkin' about.
Probably one of those three cocksuckers you brought to me.
My guts tell me that they got nothing to do with this.
But I will talk to them.
Could it be a snitch coming from your side?
Impossible.
My men know that they will die a very slow and painful death.
Something just-- just doesn't make any sense.
And why am I in here and not you?
It's a good question.
It's obvious.
One of your friends made a deal.
They turn on me so as not to betray you.
Probably that fat-ass judge.
Just give me some time to figure this out.
Just trust me.
It's a little difficult to do in my position.
I've been in many prisons, aside from Alcatraz.
There's no one who wants your freedom more than me.
Do what you must.
Find out which one of your friends put me here.
'Cause if you don't, our friends will.
[cell door clangs]
♪
Get the fuck out.
♪
[grunts]
[coughing]
I told you, there's nothing I can do.
[coughs]
You better fuckin' think of something.
He's in solitary.
Even if I could speak to him, you think he listens to me?
No one can tell him what to do.
- [groans] - Joe, stop.
He's right. When it comes to me, my father's insane.
Yeah, that much is clear.
- [coughs] - There is something else.
What the fuck are you not tellin' me?
Nothing.
Oh, f-- Oh, fuck!
A couple weeks ago,
I cut a man's head off with a fuckin' handsaw.
You think I won't blow your fuckin' brains
all over that wall?
He thinks you're cheating him.
What the f--
His cut last month was $2 million!
He's never made that much off heroin!
That's a fact!
[laughs]
You think that crazy act of his is just an act?
I think he is legally insane.
[Stella] He's not crazy when it comes to business.
He thinks you're getting too powerful with the other bosses
because you're making them so much money.
He's worried that you're gonna take Harlem.
I protected Harlem! I protected you!
[chair bangs]
- Untie him. - Yeah, boss.
♪
[gasps]
As of this moment, I am resigning as his lawyer.
I am not cut out for this shit.
You're gonna stay exactly where the fuck you are.
You're gonna clean up this lie about me and Stella.
You're gonna tell me every fuckin' thing he says and does.
If I do that, he'll kill me.
I'll kill you if you don't.
Your choice.
Huh.
[siren wailing in distance]
Excuse me?
Are you suggesting that--
The DA confirmed that there's a confidential informant.
- I do not have to endure-- - Sit-- Sit the fuck down!
Sit the fuck--
This is outrageous.
I mean, what good would it do any one of us,
after all the things we've been involved in?
Have any of you been approached...
by the Feds?
People can die from this shit.
I need the truth.
No.
Never.
- Judge? - No.
- Dayton? - No.
Why are you certain it's one of us?
No one else has access to those documents.
♪
I'm gonna get real...
and ask you as a brother of the Lenox Hill Society.
Did one of you talk to the Feds?
On your most sacred honor.
♪
Let me make something clear
about our relationship with you, Bumpy.
Your forthrightness, your integrity,
your loyalty to our fraternity
have had a profound effect on us.
We admire you.
You keep your word.
We've had our differences.
However, we know that you would never betray any of us.
And following your lead, we would never betray you.
I haven't done it.
And I believe my brothers would never do such a thing.
♪
So...
guess this wasn't just about him thinking you were in my pants.
Uh, he was using you for something
he was gonna do anyway.
Take me out.
That doesn't make it any better that I got you in trouble.
Maybe you can appreciate why I want to leave the country.
Hey.
It's not your fight.
It's mine.
You want to take off...
I owe you that for saving my life.
♪
I lied to you, Joe.
It wasn't the necklace that did it.
I told Fineman you tried to fuck me.
Ohh.
I'm sorry.
I told him not to say anything to my father, but he did anyway.
Do you have any idea what you've done?
Everything I've worked for...
destroyed.
You made your father my blood enemy for life.
I got you into this mess. I'll get you out.
I know how to handle my father.
How?
The other bosses.
What if they all agree to sanction him?
What would that do?
It means if he kills me, they kill him.
But forget it.
They'll never do it, those fucks.
- Unless you force them. - Wha--
No, you forget, one of those bosses tried to have me killed.
We figure out who that was, use it as leverage.
You don't know which boss.
I know someone who does.
[birds chirping]
You can be a great asset for us,
given all that you learned about Malcolm.
That's why I came here.
I want to help ensure your plans will succeed.
I want to be on the front lines with you, Brother Clyde.
Because of your initial attempt,
I think it best you remain behind the scenes.
You just said I'd make a great asset.
I can tell you where Malcolm works, sleeps,
when his guards switch shifts.
Which makes you a beneficial informant, not a soldier.
[Sondra] Brother Omar.
♪
You're back. I've wondered about you.
Have you and Elise reconciled?
It has, uh...
been a process.
I worry about her.
Malcolm has her so deceived. She needs you.
I wish she felt that way.
Sondra... let's not pry
into Brother Omar's personal business.
No, no, it's--
Please.
Excuse my wife.
It's the truth.
He almost saved the Nation.
It's taken dozens of us to do what he did all by himself.
♪
There may be some people interested in you.
Let's call them higher powers.
Higher powers?
The kind not bound by the principles of the Quran.
♪
[Pike] It's nice to see you, Bill.
I figured you might stop by at some point, catch up.
Oh, you know me, Johnny,
always shamelessly glomming for a favor.
Hmm. And what's that?
Drop the charges against Jose Battle
and release him before, I don't know, lunch.
And why would I consider releasing
a suspected drug trafficker and killer?
'Cause we both know it's not about that, John.
Jose Battle is a nuisance arrest
to keep us from using him against a high-value target.
The target's no longer on foreign soil.
He's FBI jurisdiction now.
[laughs] You boys are all about
the governmental blue ribbons and nice press, huh?
You guys had your chance on Malcolm in Africa.
You blew it.
Malcolm X has moved
from being a ghetto domestic threat of limited consequence
to a man of international influence.
He's speaking at the fuckin' UN, for Christ's sake.
The FBI is not equipped to handle the ramifications.
Just stick to catching bank robbers.
How's that-- the Castro thing going?
You, uh, blow up any cigars lately?
Let's look at it this way.
The director of the FBI, Mr. Hoover,
answers to the Attorney General.
When the CIA calls President Johnson
and he's taking a shit,
he picks up before he wipes his ass.
Battle's mine right now.
I'm sorry if that creates a nuisance.
I have photographs of your boss, J. Edgar,
wearing an Edith Overall summer dress and a crooked blond wig.
I want Jose Battle out of jail, pronto.
["[Somebody] Ease my Troublin' Mind" plays]
♪ I wish somebody, yeah ♪
♪ Would come and ease my troublin' mind♪
Sweet potato pie?
Is it a holiday today?
I miss something? Huh?
It's Margaret's favorite dessert.
Hmm.
I know she's not here right now,
but makes me feel better to make it.
She'll be back soon, I promise.
I need to ask you a favor.
I got to get this pie into the oven.
It's important. About Lillian.
Lillian?
What about her?
You've often mentioned how she complains
about never going on vacation with Archie.
I need you to encourage her to go.
[scoffs] Why?
Tell her that I bought plane tickets and we can't use them.
And then just give them to her, okay?
You want me to convince Lillian to go away with her husband,
and you won't tell me why?
Archie's been doing some work for me.
And there's some people
that think that he might be talking to the Feds.
They could be right.
Ellsworth, what have you gotten him into?
Nothing that he didn't want to get into.
- Well, is he in danger? - Not if he goes away.
I just want him out of town while I clean this up.
Lillian mustn't know anything about this, okay?
This is outrageous.
What are we talking about?
Money laundering?
Drug dealing? You're back selling dope?
I want to know!
Please, it's not what you think it is.
You don't want to know what I'm thinking.
Just make sure they leave.
The sooner, the better.
♪
[dog barks in distance]
[lock clicks]
[sighs]
[keys jingle]
[switch clicks]
Oh! Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!
Sorry, Olympia.
I would have called in advance,
but I figured you don't want to talk to me.
Hello, Mrs. Gigante.
What the fuck do you two want?
Information.
Who'd you get to put the hit out on me?
Gambino? Lucchese?
I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about.
And I don't have time for this shit.
Get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops.
♪
Who did you go to?
I ain't sayin' nothing.
And you two are gonna rot in hell.
I am a gentleman.
Please do not make me be discourteous.
You realize you're signing your death warrant,
threatening me, right?
Your husband already wants me dead.
I got nothing to lose.
You won't tell us who, we'll dig up the body,
see if I recognize the bastard.
Let's go.
Now!
[shovel scraping]
♪
Holy shit! I'm gonna fuckin' puke.
Just keep fuckin' diggin'.
You're both sick, and this is sick.
Or you could just tell us who it was.
Fuck you.
Why don't you go ask Lombardi who put the hit out on you, huh?
Lombardi's dead.
They killed him, too.
I always knew that little-girl act of yours was pure bullshit.
[Dom] Got something, boss.
Ah, he looks like a lot of guys.
[both laugh]
Alright, keep digging.
I doubt if there's anything in his pockets,
but doesn't hurt to check.
Smell that?
Rotting corpse.
You know, we wouldn't have to go through all this
if you just told us.
[spits]
- [Dom] Okay, boss. - You're one tough broad.
I'll give you that.
♪
Oh, shit.
It's Frank Barboza.
How do you know?
The watch.
It's a Rolex 1060 with a diamond dial.
He always wore it.
Know who gave him this watch?
Tommy Lucchese.
They were like brothers.
Frank was his most trusted hit man.
So?
So you convinced Lucchese to do the job.
How'd you do it?
♪
[gun cocks]
♪
[sighs]
Isn't it wonderful Bumpy gave us these tickets?
He was taking Mayme to the Caymans,
and he had some sort of last-minute business meeting.
Yes, indeed.
Archie, what's wrong?
Why'd he suddenly give us these travel tickets out of nowhere?
You thought of that?
What's gotten into you? He's being generous.
Yes, and I have a bridge I'd like to sell you.
[laughs]
[Laughs]
Oh! Aah!
Oh!
Archie! Oh, God!
Archie!
Archie! Archie!
♪
You caused the biggest fuckin' mess for me
by arresting Jose Battle.
I just had to shoot Bumpy Johnson's lawyer
'cause I needed a fall guy.
[sniffs]
You got any new information for me,
or you just come to complain, Conrad?
I found out Malcolm X and Che Guevara
are planning to speak at the UN.
Those commie fucks want to spread their propaganda
not just in this country, but throughout the world.
What's Harvey gonna do?
That fat fuck doesn't just lay his plans out on the table.
You've been undercover with him for over a year, Agent Conrad.
You need to dig deeper.
Listen, asshole, you're putting me in danger.
And now Bumpy Johnson's involved,
and he's growing suspicious.
Johnson's not gonna stop us or the CIA from getting Malcolm.
Just-- Just figure out what Harvey's next move is, okay?
Look, all I can tell you is he's determined
to get Malcolm before the FBI does.
This getting too hot for you?
You want off this detail?
Look, I want Malcolm X just as bad as J. Edgar Hoover.
But from now on, you let me handle Harvey,
and stay the fuck out of it.
Fuckin' asshole.
[indistinct conversations]
- Welcome home, Jose. - Gracias.
Congratulations on gettin' out.
Bumpy, it's all gonna be fine, man.
How'd you get out so fast?
- Witness had a change of heart. - It stopped beating.
What the fuck you talkin' about?
The Feds arrested Jose 'cause Archie Gaines was a snitch.
We took care of it.
What'd you do?
The FBI handed us undeniable proof.
What proof?
Archie Gaines visited the Federal Building downtown
on the 14th and 17th. He talked.
And the cherry on top--
he and his wife were fleeing to the Cayman Islands
when we got him.
♪
[crying] Why would anyone do that to him?
I don't know.
Archie would never hurt a fly.
He was a great man.
[sniffles]
We met when we were 15.
We've been together ever since.
I know.
I can't understand it.
Just as we were going away.
Well, did you talk to the police?
- Oh. - What did they say?
They won't do anything.
I know it.
You have to ask Bumpy.
- Ask him what? - Find out who did this.
Deliver justice to me. I know he can do it.
Please.
You and Bumpy are the only people in the world I trust.
Ohh.
[sobbing]
♪
What the fuck is that?
Oh, it's a present.
From Frank Barboza.
Frank Barboza? He's in Florida.
He's dead.
Thanks to Stella Gigante.
Got to admit, she's one tough broad.
What the fuck does that have to do with me?
Olympia. What the fuck is going on?
He knows, Tommy.
He knows everything.
You not only put a hit out on a boss's daughter,
you also fucked his wife.
You think I offered him this information?
Tommy, he threatened me. I had no choice!
Joey, get her the fuck out of here!
This is no place for a woman.
Get her out of here, Joe.
Alright, go ahead.
♪
Yeah, I don't know, Tommy.
If I was you, I'd want to keep this quiet, you know?
What the fuck you want, Joe?
I need you and the other bosses
to sanction Chin for the hit on me.
Even if I get the other bosses to agree
to this sanction against Chin, in fuckin' prison,
what stops him from runnin' to the fuckin' Feds for safety?
Yeah, no, I know.
All the sanction has to say is,
if anything happens to me, he dies.
That's it, Joe?
And half your dope profits.
Fuck you, Colombo. Go fuck yourself.
I got your life in my hands, Tommy.
Word gets out, you don't make it past breakfast tomorrow.
You motherfucker!
[clears throat] One more thing.
Part of the reason for the hit
was he thought I was fuckin' his daughter, which I wasn't.
But the other part is that he thinks
the dope puts me in position to take over his territory.
So I'm gonna prove him right. I'm takin' Harlem.
♪
[telephone ringing]
[Omar] Elise. Malcolm.
I need to speak with you immediately.
It's of grave urgency.
Can we please clear the room?
[indistinct conversations]
What did you want to say to us, Brother Omar?
I seem to recall you were the one who gave me command
of the Fruit of Islam, with the blessing of Elijah.
And there's a reason for that.
I was very thorough.
I'm sure you remember the office sweeps we did,
Brother Minister.
And the background checks on any new members,
once the cops started...
planting their men.
♪
[thud]
I heard about the NOI's death threats against Malcolm,
so I did some investigating.
We're well aware of the NOI's ramblings, Omar.
It's worse than you think.
What threats are you talking about?
I spoke with Sister Marny,
made her think I was on her side.
And she pointed me to Mosque Number 25 in Newark,
where Brother Clyde and Sister Sondra
are crafting a plan to, uh--
to kill you, Malcolm.
Sister Sondra?
From Mosque Number 7?
Why are you doing all this?
Why risk your life?
I wanted to redeem myself through deed and not word.
And I'm honored to be of service.
♪
Goodbye, Malcolm.
Goodbye, Elise.
Hold on a moment, Brother Omar.
Are you certain?
Yes, I am.
I would be honored to serve the MMI in any way that I can.
I want you to be my chief of security.
That is, only if Elise approves.
He can stay.
♪
[Pike] I must say, I'm surprised to see you here, Mr. Johnson.
So what?
You just let your witnesses get popped now?
- No protection? - Excuse me?
You arrested Battle, not me.
It led to Archie Gaines' murder.
I have no idea who or what you're talking about.
The classified informant-- Archie Gaines!
You left him wide-ass-open!
I have no idea who Archie Gaines is.
And furthermore, I don't discuss witnesses with anyone.
[chuckles]
You think this is about gangsters in Harlem?
Or-- Or-- Or your little cocaine operation?
- [footsteps approach] - [knock on door]
Mr. Pike, they're waiting for you
in the United Nations security meeting.
I'm coming. Two seconds.
Fuck this.
♪
You're a patsy.
And there's a much bigger game being played here.
It's about the fate of this country.
Sorry, that's all I'm gonna say.
♪
Mr. Johnson?
Yeah.
I'll be sad to see you go.
I'll send you a postcard.
Where you going?
Just to Delia's in Philly.
I got something for ya.
Go on, open it.
It's a first-class ticket to Paris.
I booked you the best hotel for your first month.
That's nice of you.
Believe it or not, I want you to be happy, Stella.
I really do.
What would make you happy?
Honestly...
if you didn't go.
Being around you...
has taught me a lot of things.
A lot of preconceived ideas I've had about women
and about this thing of ours, about what's missing in my life.
Joe.
Uh, I ain't asking you to marry me.
I'm talkin' business.
You're way smarter than all of these bozos I work with.
More capable.
And don't take this the wrong way,
but pretty fuckin' ruthless when you have to be.
Now, see, I want you to stay because...
I think you can help me.
And because I trust you.
And I like you.
You're crazy.
[chuckles]
Hmm, kinda be like my female consigliere, you know?
And in return, I'll make you rich.
Do you think that this thing of yours
has room for a woman?
Not just any woman.
Let's see how it goes.
I can always leave, right?
Yeah.
[Cuban music plays]
[laughter]
[Harvey] So, I call Washington,
and I say it's a .50-caliber machine gun.
They say, "Don't. Just don't."
Bumpy, join the party.
♪
Had a little chat with Pike.
Yeah? [laughs]
What'd you learn?
All roads lead to Malcolm.
I'd be very careful, brother.
You're playing with fire.
The CIA and FBI duking it out
for who gets to bring home the scalp.
Throw in the NYPD for good measure.
What are you talkin' about?
[Bumpy] These clever fucks fooled you, too, Jose.
There was no rat, just the FBI fuckin' with the CIA.
They arrested you just to slow down
Harvey's momentum on Malcolm.
No rat, only a mole.
A mole? Fuck you. Where?
I've been rolling it around in my head.
Who else had access to our bank records?
The mole is Conrad.
He's feeding the FBI your intel.
- You son-of-a-bitch liar. - It's bullshit.
He offed Archie Gaines to cover his tracks.
Conrad is FBI.
Fuck you!
You want to sing, or should I loosen you up
with a shot to the knee?
Okay, this is my guy.
I'll be taking it from here.
♪
Troy, listen to me.
Guilty or not, no one's shooting you, you understand?
I should fucking hope not.
Now, look here, if Johnson's right
and our investigation doesn't clear you,
it'd be best for you if you fessed up now.
They go much easier on truth tellers.
Don't listen to this son of a bitch.
I would never fucking betray you.
Conrad, I've known you a year.
I was at your kid's baptism. You need to be straight with me.
I'm not FBI.
♪
[body thuds]
Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong.
I don't leave loose ends.
The great "Wild Bill" went a year without smellin' a rat.
It's a big boy's game.
Shit happens.
Yeah, you're right.
I should've smelled a rat sooner myself.
What?
You were the only one I told
about Malcolm speaking with Che at the United Nations.
How would Pike know that?
From his mole Conrad here.
And his mole got it from you.
Do you understand what your friend is doing?
Partnering with Che Guevara,
a man who wants to have communist revolutions
all over the world.
Bumpy, you got to realize, the buddy-buddy shit
with this Malcolm character is gonna destroy your business,
if not your life.
Remember, Bill, if I get touched,
Operation Mongoose goes public.
I'm sorry, brother.
I don't trust you anymore.
This partnership is over.
♪
What's that?
[suitcase thuds]
♪
[door slams]
♪ I wish somebody
♪ Would come and ease
♪ My troublin' mind, yeah
♪ I wish somebody
♪ Would come and ease my troublin' mind ♪
♪ Oh, yes, I do
♪ Why won't somebody
♪ Come and ease my troublin' mind? ♪
♪ Oh, yeah