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Cops don't give
a flying fuck

about black or white.

It's all about green.

No one could move dope in Harlem
without the 27th.

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.

Everyone down on
the fucking floor right now!

This is about the heroin.

Colombo's making his play.

You can't control
all of the cops.

I control more than you.

If you can't keep
your cops under control,

you can bet
your black ass that I will.

Ghana, Nigeria, Sudan--

Africa's starting to feel
like my real home.

It is high time to choose
whether we will ignore

our commonality
in this struggle

and be divided

or work in solidarity

as African brothers
and sisters.

Want Joe Colombo
out of your hair for good?

We've been picking up chatter
about a huge shipment of heroin.

Connect him
to that shipment,

and we'll put him away
for life.

- What the fuck is this?
- I did everything you said.

Well, did he say anything
about the heroin shipment?

He didn't know
anything about it.

What's this?
Resignations.

From the two crooked cops
who shot up my club.

They told me the name of every
single cop in this precinct

who's taking money
from the mob, including you.

And what are you gonna do
with that?

Motherfucker,

you work for me.

Wake up, darling.

Breakfast is ready.

♪ Well, you've got
your diamonds ♪

♪ And you've got
your pretty clothes ♪

♪ And the chauffeur drives
your car ♪

What the hell is this?

I read it.
It's about the heroin.

"Angel of Death
Comes to Harlem."

Everyone knows
the streets are dry.

Duji's coming soon, though.
Isn't that right, darling?

Yeah. Right.

Oh, I'm going to see that new
artist I was telling you about.

Have a good day at work.

You take the paper,
I don't need it.

♪ And your father'd be there
with her ♪

Is he here?

Bonjour, Bumpy.

I'm so glad you're here, man.

Thanks for coming.

I apologize for the delay.

The bosses in Corsica
are ready

for the biggest shipment
of heroin, just for you.

We have to test it first.

- Of course.
- Mm-hmm.

Junie!
Bring the Vein.

He's chompin' at the bit.

Thank you, Bumpy.
I been so sick.

Thank you, Bumpy.

Get him ready.

Them streets been
crazy dry, huh?

Them skag-heads were ready to
kill this man to take his place.

Hurry up, baby.
Hurry up, please.

♪ Not in Knightsbridge anymore

Ah, thank you.

♪ So don't play with me

Oh, that's good.

Oh, that's real good.

- No, no.
- Oh, shit.

Whoa.
Stay in the chair.

Strongest shit ever.

- Ohh.
- Fuck.

♪ And you will have
some others ♪

♪ But you'd better watch
your step, girl ♪

He dead.

I told you it was good shit.

But he's dead.

We'll all be dead sometime.

It's just a question of when.

♪ So don't play with me

♪ 'Cause you're playing
with fire ♪

♪ So don't play with me

Who did you think it was?

♪ 'Cause you're playing
with fire ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Change

♪ Yeah

♪ Open up my window again

♪ Open up
my window again ♪

♪ I can hear death
callin' my name ♪

♪ I can hear
death callin' again ♪

♪ I swear to God,
things ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I swear to God, things
ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver
with your name ♪

♪ I keep
a revolver with your name ♪

♪ Just in case

♪ Lay on my back
watchin' the ceilin' fan ♪

♪ I had a dream to
touch a kilo gram ♪

♪ Still at odds
with the Irish mob ♪

♪ Rolls-Royce down
Malcolm X Boulevard ♪

♪ Lord, these-- really
out here preyin' on me ♪

♪ Got the .40 on me
and 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 swear to God, things
ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver
with your name ♪

♪ I keep
a revolver with your name ♪

♪ Just in case

More coffee?

I'm good.

Did you see the paper?

What do you mean?

Take a look,
it's unbelievable.

"U.S. boosts
Vietnam War efforts."

Well, there's that.

But I meant
in the arts section.

In the back.

Oh, okay.

- Hm.
- Carvens Aldridge

is a genius young artist
from Harlem

who came up through
the HARYOU program.

They say
he's leading the start

of a whole new
Harlem Renaissance.

Isn't that wonderful?

Yeah, it is.

Just what this city
could use right now.

An-- An explosion of culture,
paintings, dance, and poetry.

Couldn't agree more.

He had a horrible drug problem
and overcame it.

He's been free of heroin
for almost two years.

That's great.

I hope you don't mind--

I commissioned
a painting from him.

Of course.

Thank you.

Helping this young man
will inspire other artists

in our community
who struggle with addiction.

I'm going to see him today.

Malcolm X, having recently
completed his trip to Mecca

and participated in
a Pan-African unity conference,

returns to his home in Harlem,
an international figure

whose message now reaches
the far corners of the earth.

Oh, Malcolm!

It's felt like ages.

I couldn't wait
another minute.

Elise!
Welcome home.

I can't wait to hear all
about your trip.

- It was spectacular--
- Where are the children?

I, um, sent them up
to your sister's.

- It's been bad, Malcolm.
- What happened?

They're fine,

but we've had so many--

That.

Phone's been ringing off
the hook, day and night.

Death threats.

That's why
I sent them away.

Who is this?

Your days are numbered, nigger.

Call Ella.

Tell her to bring the girls
home immediately.

Why?

You see what's happening.

We've had threats before.

Bumpy's men are here
to protect us.

We'll be fine.

I just want the children
here with us.

Uh--

We'll discuss this later.

Let's get you home, Elise.

I'm sure you're exhausted
from your long trip.

I am, yes.

Quite tired.

Yeah!

Guapa!

Eso!

Whoo!
You are an amazing dancer!

And you have amazing hair.

Yeah? Aww.

Mm. Hey.

Marina.

Marina? Marina.

...Nathaniel.

Y...

Mm.

Salud, Nathaniel.

Salud, Marina.

Mm. Well, are you ready
to dance with me again?

Amorcito.

Uh, look,
it's almost noon, hmm?

And I have to get back
to the office.

I mean, I've been up
all night dancing.

Here, let me share
something with you.

Oh.

Here. Try this.

- Cocaína.
- Oh.

Where'd you get that?

Here, now you.

No?

I don't feel anything.

Give it a minute.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Elise, you're back! Oh!

Oh. God.

Oh, I wanna hear
all about your trip,

but I'm terribly late
for a meeting.

Can we talk about it
tonight?

Of course.
Where's Daddy?

He's out, per usual.

He'll be so excited
you're back.

I must've sent Margaret
20 postcards from Africa.

I hope some have arrived
by now.

I know they have.

That's all
she talks about on the phone.

Oh, good.

She used to go on about
baking pies and climbing trees.

And now, it is all about,
"I wanna go to Africa,"

like Elise.

It was like nothing
I've ever experienced.

You look different.

Something in your eyes.

I'm jet-lagged.

No, that's not it.

It's the trip.

You've expanded your horizons.
I can feel it.

I want to hear every bit
about it when I get back.

Oh, by the way...

you got some mail yourself
while you were gone.

I did?

No return address.

I noticed that, too.

Six letters,
all in the same hand.

Methinks you have
a secret admirer.

Not so secret.

Omar.

Bring it up!

Hurry up!

Mr. Russo called.

He can't meet you tomorrow

'cause he's having
emergency gallbladder surgery.

- Bullshit.
- He owes you money?

You're a fast learner.

Here.
I, uh-- I got you something.

♪ But it's too late to say
you're sorry ♪

What's this?

It's a thank you.

For the dinner you made
the other night, you know,

and all the work
you been doing around here.

The Eiffel Tower.

Yeah.
Belonged to my grandma.

She loved Paris
just like you.

Went there on her honeymoon
with my grandad.

He got it for her.

18-karat gold,
real diamonds.

My grandad--
He might have been a bastard,

but he wasn't
a cheap bastard.

I can't accept this.

Sure, ya can.

It's a family heirloom.

You need to save it for
a special woman in your life.

♪ What could I do?

♪ Well, no one told me
about her ♪

Joe, if you wanna thank me,
you could do me a favor.

♪ But it's too late to say
you're sorry ♪

What's that?

You could let me see
the real Eiffel Tower.

On your own?

The other Families,
they must know by now

my father's aware
of the threat against me.

They're not gonna touch me.

Well, we don't know that
for sure.

Well, I'm willing
to take that risk.

Please...

Joe, I want my freedom.

You're not happy here?

You've been kind,
but I'm begging you.

I can't keep living
in a cage like this.

I'll look into it.

Thanks, Joe.

♪ But it's too late to say
you're sorry ♪

♪ How would I know?

This heroin is the finest
we have ever produced.

I trust your word, but
you know we have to verify.

Come on, come on.
Please hurry up.

Hey.
Hold your horses, Vein.

Come on, man.
I been dope sick for so long.

Streets is dried up.

Shit. And that methadone shit
don't do nothin'.

Don't nod out, man.

Give us the scoop.

That shit dynamite.

That's the best shit ever.

Can you give him
a few bags?

God bless you.

Let's talk.

How much can I get?

How much do you want?

Same as last.
3,000 keys.

I won't have any left
for the Italians.

I'll buy it all.
They can come to me.

We would require all the money
up front again. I'm sorry.

It's not a problem.
I got a rich partner.

- Security?
- Police captain in my pocket.

We'll be in touch.

With dope like that,
we'll be kings.

Get him outta here.

Come on, man.
Wake up.

Thank you, Bump.

God bless you, Bumpy.

God bless you.

♪ Yo

♪ Top 10

♪ The one, not the two,
not the three ♪

♪ Fuck with me, shorty,
who you got to be? ♪

♪ Say it with me
- ♪ Top 10

♪ They love me out West,
back East ♪

♪ From my state to your city,
back streets ♪

♪ Niggas know I'm
- ♪ Top 10

♪ The cops want to put me
in the morgue ♪

♪ Not 'fore they put me
in the force ♪

- ♪ Sure
- ♪ Top 10

When I was living
on the streets,

I used to draw abstract images
on anything I could find.

You know, pieces of paper,
a sidewalk, a wall.

What did you use for paint?

Whatever I could find.

You know, there was always
something around.

If there wasn't,

I'd use my own blood,
or dirt.

Wow.

And that's when you discovered
you loved painting?

I used my imagination
to survive.

You see, when I was high,

I saw all these
beautiful colors.

I went to a better place
in my head

and wanted to capture that,
you know?

But then you kicked heroin.

And those images went away,
and I stopped painting.

But something amazing happened.

As I started to see life
the way it-- it really was,

I started painting that,
you know?

I wanted to find the beauty
in what's real.

Your images of Harlem
are just breathtaking.

That is why they say
you're starting

a New Harlem Renaissance
in art.

I'm just happy to be alive,
you know?

Besides,
the Harlem Renaissance died.

And you can't bring back
the dead.

But you can start
something new.

How's it going
with the painting?

Oh, it's--
it's not finished yet.

I hope you and your husband
like it.

Oh, we are so excited.

The moment it's done,
I'll bring him right over.

You know, it's ironic.

I used to buy my heroin
from his people.

And now
he's paying me to paint.

My husband and I
are so proud of you.

And we consider it an honor
to both support you

and hang one of your works
in our home.

I...

I've been thinking about
this idea for a long time.

I-I really think
it's some of my best work.

It's simple.

I'm gonna need
your police officers

to secure the Harbor
when the shipment comes in.

You've got your nerve.

It's an easy assignment.

They come in, you keep
everybody back. That's it.

Then you flood Harlem
with your narcotics.

Heroin is a fact of life,

Captain,
whether I bring it in or not.

But the result
is still the same.

Do you know how many Negroes
in Harlem die because of dope?

Thousands every year.

Not to mention the rise in crime
from burglaries and killings

from junkies just trying
to finance their next fix.

- That's not my problem.
- It's my problem.

Drugs are crippling
this city,

creating an endless cycle
of hopelessness.

I didn't create heroin,
Captain Fields,

or the desire for it.

It's the junkie
who makes the choice.

So you take
no responsibility?

You claim you want to uplift
the community and help people.

I send kids in Harlem to school
to educate them

so that they never make
the choice to use drugs.

Can you say the same thing
about Colombo

or any of
the other mob bosses?

Maybe you do that just
to soothe your conscience.

You know, a few good deeds
don't wipe your soul clean.

Before me, you were
on the Italians' pad.

You took their money.

Maybe you need to take
a look in the mirror.

You know what? I don't want
to have to get you fired.

You gonna do what I say?

Mm-hmm.

But this is the last time

I do any bidding for you
or the Italians.

Just secure the Harbor.

I'm telling you, Del,
never felt better in my life.

Marina and I danced and danced
two, three hours. Mm.

Then I took her
back to my place.

And?

What do you mean, "and"?

You know "and."

And then some.

- Come on. Oh, man.
- Yeah.

Man, I hope you put a rubber
on that thing.

One of you is enough.

The point is,
I was dead tired.

And the cocaine
picked me up.

You know, Bumpy
don't allow drugs.

I know, but this shit
ain't like duji, man.

And if this Colombo motherfucker
landed the duji,

then we need to find
something else to sell.

Only rich white folks
buy that shit.

Hm.

Only rich white folks
can afford that shit.

You see any rich crackers
walkin' around here?

Look, let's just run
the idea by Bumpy.

No, I can't
let you do that.

Why? Huh?
'Cause it's my idea?

Because I know Bumpy better
than you.

What pisses him off.

What's that?

The lack
of "due diligence."

Where's the market
for this?

'Cause it sure ain't Harlem.

And where would you get a steady
supply even if there was one?

You just can't go to Bumpy
squawking nonsense.

Okay. Fine.

I'll do my motherfucking
due diligence.

You just wish
it was your idea.

Elise. Uh...

I didn't think you'd come.

I wasn't going to.

But then you said you wanted to
join Malcolm's new organization.

I understand he has plans
for a new mosque

and alliances
with African leaders.

I humbly submit I'd like
to be a part of that.

Do you understand
how delusional you sound?

You tried to kill him.

What makes you think
he'd welcome you

into his house of worship?

He might not,
and I'd have to accept that.

But more than Malcolm's
approval, I want yours.

You're a grown man.
You can do as you please.

I'm here to take responsibility
for my actions--

toward him and toward you.

You said vile, heartbreaking
things when you rejected me.

Your pretty letters
can't change that.

As I said in those letters,

I was acting out of fear
and jealousy.

I don't need to replay this.
I shouldn't have come here.

You came because you still
have feelings for me.

- That's a lie.
- Is it?

To be honest, I wish
my father had killed you.

Well, I praise Allah
he didn't.

Otherwise my house
would've gone

to my little brother
in Chicago.

- Oh, that's not fair!
- I know.

- He doesn't deserve it.
- No. You can't make me laugh.

I'm sorry.

Truly, Elise.

Just think about my words.

How is this plan going to work?

We'll have police protection at
the Harbor both here and here.

My fishing boats will come in
at night,

so nobody's gonna see them.

These waters are strong.
Your boats are small.

My men are used
to negotiating the Atlantic.

The Hudson River is not
gonna be any problem.

Can your fishing boats
handle 3,000 kilos of heroin?

My men have transported guns, artillery,

even human beings
in boats like these.

They'll meet your steamship
from Marseilles

at about
20 nautical miles out.

We have radar, so Coast Guard
will be nowhere near.

This plan is safe,
and it will work.

This is all good.

But, uh, my bosses insist

I meet with the Italians
to see what they have to say.

The Italians will never pay
for the duji up front.

You know that, right?

Maybe, but I must first
hear them out of respect.

Whoever controls the heroin,
controls Harlem.

That has to be us.

Whatever Colombo says,
we'll do better.

You know me.

I paid up front last time.
I'll do it again.

Agreed.

I respect your offer.

But I must hear him out.

It's just business,
as you know.

So you two motherfuckers are
gonna stick together on this?

Bumpy has offered to pay
the full price up front.

Well, the Families have been
doing business

with the Corsicans
for decades.

We've never paid
more than half.

I'm afraid Bumpy Johnson
has changed all that.

Ah.

You tell your bosses that
if they sell to Johnson,

they're gonna have a problem
not just with me,

but all Five Families.

Listen, the men I work for
are businessmen.

We don't get involved
in such things.

Oh, yeah? Well, I think
you're pretty involved.

Work it out
with Bumpy Johnson, not me.

You do realize I take this
as a sign of disrespect?

His offer is better.

If you beat his offer,
there will be no problem.

Oh.

You mean if I bend over
and let you fuck me in the ass?

What would you do
in my place?

Listen to reason.

There was a man you used
to work for, Jean Jehan.

You remember him?

Bumpy Johnson put a bullet
in his head.

Can you trust him not to do
the same to you

if he doesn't get his way?

I trust Bumpy Johnson.

I'm not sure
that isn't a mistake.

But what will it take to make
you trust me just the same?

A better offer.

Then that's
what you'll get.

Hmm.

He wants to join
Malcolm's new mosque.

Be a part of
the political struggle

as well
as the spiritual one.

I don't believe it.

Do you still have feelings
for him?

No. Not at all.

Listen. Sometimes
the heart is irrational.

I don't have feelings.

In my opinion, Black men
have had it really rough.

They're often misguided.

I sometimes think they need,
how should I put it,

extra special care.

You didn't have that problem
with Malcolm.

Didn't I?

You should have seen the way
he courted me.

It was ridiculous.

He was awkward, standoffish,

in a word-- lost.

He asked me to marry him
over the phone.

- No.
- It's true.

Yes, but Omar...

Omar tried to do
something unforgivable.

All I know is, there are
too many Black Muslims

who despise Malcolm because
of lies they've been told.

When Malcolm has
their best interests at heart.

And Omar fell right
into that trap.

Exactly.

And maybe he's come
to his senses.

People can change.

They can.

But he's lost my trust.

Then he has to get it back.

- How?
- Not words.

Deeds.

Yeah.

Yesterday was amazing.

Mm.

Mm-hmm.

You want a cigarette?

Nah. Nah.

You know
what I would like?

Hmm?

I would like some more
of that shit.

What shit?

You know.

Cocaína.

Ay, papi, I wish I had some,
but that's impossible to find.

Where'd you get it?

I don't remember.

What, it just fell
into your lap?

Yeah.
Something like that.

So tell me more about your job
at the extermination company.

I asked you
a simple question

and you're acting
all jinky and shit.

Who'd you get
the cocaine from?

I got it from a guy
who hangs out here sometimes.

He works for Jose Battle.

And? He has a name?

- Reuben.
- Reuben.

But, Nat, he tried to date me
until I found out

he was a gangster.

And I don't go with gangsters,
you know?

And he's very jealous.

Amorcito.

No gangster could ever be
good enough for you.

Maybe you could tell me
what he looks like.

So, the word is out on the
streets that dope's coming.

Junkies are goin' crazy!

- That right?
- Yeah.

We better cut that shit thin,

or else
we're gonna sell out fast.

You ever remember
your dreams?

My dreams?

Only when I dream
about the war.

I got the same one
every time.

The Battle of Chosin.

Lost a lot of men
that day.

I been told
I sometimes shout out.

Why are you asking me that?

Been having a lot
of dreams lately.

Sometimes about Elise.

Hey there, little one.

I'm high, Daddy.

Leave me alone.

Sometimes
about junkies.

Well, them junkies
are about

to make all your dreams
come true.

We'll be having the Italians
eating out of our hands.

Speak of the devil.

What the fuck?!

Table for three?

Oh, sister, we're just
gonna drop in on a friend.

Uh, you mind if I sit?

♪ My life won't ever
be the same ♪

♪ Tell me, what's the use,
what's the use? ♪

I'm the type of guy that likes
to deliver bad news in person.

I'm the type of guy
who likes to hear it, quick.

Yeah, real fast.

You won't be participating
in the next shipment.

Says who?

The Corsicans have agreed
to make me their sole buyer

at the usual rate--
half up front, half later.

Monsieur 98 already accepted
my offer.

Yeah.

I went over his head.

Take a look.

- Ugh!
- Oh!

Fuckin' fuckin' fuck!

So, you see, if you want
to sell any dope,

you're gonna have
to buy from me

like every other motherfucker
in this town.

Retail.

On my terms.

Or-- I don't know--

maybe I won't sell
to you at all.

Enjoy your meal.

Motherfucker!

Haven't seen that
in a while.

I was just thinking
how much I've changed

since I wore this uniform.

Mm.

In Africa
I wore my own clothes,

and I met
with world leaders

and they respected me as a woman
who could be a leader herself.

That is wonderful.

Did I tell you in Ghana
I met a black woman

who had one of the highest
positions in government?

Susanna Al-Hassan.

She and President Nkrumah
did everything together.

Oh, that's inspiring.

You know the feeling, Mayme,

'cause of the work you're doing
in politics for HARYOU.

I want to do the same
for Malcolm.

I am so happy that Malcolm
sees you as so capable

he can trust you with all
the things he's dealing with.

Which is why I feel
a responsibility

to protect him,
if I can.

Like my father's doing.

Omar wants to work
for Malcolm,

and even if he's sincere,
my feelings get in the way.

Well, no one reads people
better than your father.

And if you are anything
like him,

you'll be able to tell
if he's sincere.

You have that gift.

It is your birthright.

Use it.

Hm.

Did you get word
to my father?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, what'd he say?

He wants to play it safe.

He doesn't wanna take
any chances.

He wants me
to look after you.

You're lying.

Excuse me?

Well, who'd you talk to?
How'd you get word?

Through his Jew lawyer.

- Goldman?
- Yeah.

That's not his name.

Oh, whatever.
I talked to him.

Don't bullshit me.
I know how to read people.

Look...

if I let you go and something
happens to you, I'm dead.

I can't do what you ask, Stella,

so shut the fuck up about it
and make the best of things!

You're so full of shit!

You wanna go to Paris...

this is as close
as you're gonna get.

You know, when your boss
gives you a gift,

it's wise to accept it.

I'm trying
to be friendly here!

I let you go where you want,
do what you want.

But never alone! There's
always someone fucking with me,

and it's driving me insane!

Then maybe you shouldn't have
called the Feds

in the first place.

You did this to yourself,
Stella, not me.

Answer the fucking phone!

Colombo's gonna come to you
to protect his shipment.

He already has.

He wants me to turn
a blind eye, just like you.

Whatever he's paying you,
I'll triple it.

What, so you can just
steal it from him?

That's my concern.

Either way, the dope
is coming into this community.

It will kill and leave
destruction in its wake.

Crime will rise,
along with despair

and a never-ending
cycle of pain.

Dope addiction is gonna be here
long after you and I are gone.

Just tell me
what his plan is.

I was first in my class.
Did you know that?

I figured as much.

And one of only
three black cadets.

They treated us like the academy
was forced to hire us.

Like we were unqualified.

And I spent my entire life
proving them wrong.

What do you care what those
white motherfuckers think?

It matters what I think
of myself.

And if I don't do
what you ask,

you will expose me as the fraud
that I am and get me fired.

And if I don't help
the Italians,

they'll do the same,
or worse.

If I'm in control of the dope,
then I got leverage over them.

They can't touch you.

Well,
that won't be necessary.

- I'm resigning.
- What do you mean?

Now I'm no use to either
one of you,

and you both can go
straight to hell.

You would throw away
your whole career?

Everything that
you've worked for?

That's right.

My conscience won't allow me
to be a party to this evil.

¿Quién es Reuben?

Reuben?

Who the fuck are you?

My name's Nat Pettigrew.

I hear you have something
I'm very interested in.

I only want to buy
a little bit.

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

I work for Bumpy Johnson.

Shit.

Why didn't you
fucking say so, man?

My man.

I wanna start off small.
Maybe you can sell me a key.

A key?

Mm-hmm.

You know how hard it is
to get this shit, man?

The leaf is grown in Peru.

Then it's processed in Chile,
then off to Cuba,

then on a boat or a plane
to Miami, then Harlem.

We deal in ounces,
hermano, not keys.

How much is an ounce?

$3,000.

$3-- Are you out
your fuckin' mind?!

That's the price, amigo.

Take it or leave it.

Okay. Alright.

I'll take an ounce.

You're in luck.

I just had a Pan Am stewardess
put two ounces

in her panties,
just yesterday.

Meet me at Mount Morris,
135th Street entrance,

10:00 tonight, okay?

Mount Morris. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

By the way,
who gave you my name?

You know, not too many people
deal in this stuff,

and now I see why.

$3,000 a fuckin' ounce?

Specifically,
who told you about me?

I don't know, man.

Maybe it was one
of the bartenders here.

Hmm.

Alright.

- Salud.
- Salud.

It's, uh, j-just such
an honor to meet you.

My wife's talked a lot
about your work, and about you.

When Mayme gave me
this commission,

I was flabbergasted.

Everybody in Harlem knows
Bumpy Johnson.

You know, some fear you,
some see you as their savior.

I'm neither of those things.

What he is
is a very busy husband.

Carvens, why don't you show us
what you have so far?

Okay, uh, okay.

It's not finished yet.

Uh, I still have
some background to do.

I hope you like it.

I do think it's the best work
I've ever done.

I-I hope you don't mind,
but this is how I see you.

A-- A man
of many contradictions.

You know, good and evil.

You think
my husband is evil?

I see duality in every person,
even myself.

When I was a drug addict,

I did things to myself
and others

that I would consider evil.

And as a supplier of drugs,
I'm sure you feel the same way.

Go fuck yourself!

How dare you?!

We paid money for this shit?

For this insult?

You don't know shit about me

and I could give a fuck
about your two-bit psychology.

I grew up
with chumps like you.

You blame me
for your weakness.

You blame drugs,
you blame society.

Look at yourself.

You ain't nothing but
a fucking talentless junkie.

Pay him the rest of his money.
I'm out of here.

I'm sorry.

I'm-- I'm so sorry.

Thank you
for meeting with me.

I should be thanking you.

I'm still not sure
if I can trust you, Omar.

I can understand that.

What I've written
are just words.

They can only do so much.

You need to see those words
in action.

That's true, but words
are also important.

I wish I could put into words
all that I'm feeling,

but I'm afraid I can't.

You see,
I have to admit something.

Putting you to the test
is one thing.

And I intend to do that.

But I have to put myself
to the test, too.

In what way?

I loved you once.

I believed in you.

I thought the feelings
in my heart were real.

When you imagine a life
with someone,

you create a future
in your mind.

And even
if those feelings die,

that future
still lives on somewhere.

In mine, too, Elise.

I didn't dare mention that.

What are you
really after, Omar?

Me or the cause?

I believe in what Malcolm
is doing with all my heart.

But I'm not gonna lie to you, Elise.

I still love you.
I do.

I can't help it.

This isn't about us.

It can't ever be.

This is about the cause.

This is about Malcolm
and his mission.

About the fate
of our people.

About justice
and equality.

This is about everything
that is

so much more important
than you or me.

Do you understand that?
I do.

What's that?

The Holy Quran.

I'm gonna make you swear
on it.

I want you to swear that
you will never do anything

to harm Malcolm.

I swear before Allah,
and on pain of death.

Now it's your turn.

Swear you don't love me anymore.

I'm not ready
for that just yet.

Pettigrew.

Sorry I'm late.

Hey.
You got the stuff?

You got the money?

Yeah, I got the money, man.
I got the money right here.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Lemme see the coke.
- It's in the car.

Alright, well,
then go get it.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Alright.

You know, I got somebody
I want you to meet.

Whoa.
What the fuck you doing, man?

No, no, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's she doing here?

I found out
how you got my name.

Come on, man.
Let her go, man.

Go ahead and tell him.

Tell him!

He's my husband.

Okay, l-listen, I-I didn't
know that was your wife, okay?

Reuben, I just want
to do business--

You're gonna gimme
that fuckin' 3 grand

or I'm gonna kill her.

That's the price you owe me
for fucking my wife, yeah?

What the fuck you doing, man?

I'll blow this fucking puta's
head off in three seconds.

Three...

two...

one--
Whoa, whoa! Okay, okay.

Here. Alright?

You want the money,
take the money.

Now let her go.
Come on.

- Let her go?
- Yeah. Let her go.

- So you can fuck her again?
- Come on.

I don't think so.

- Now, I know you're packin'.
- Come on, man.

Toss over your piece, yeah?

Alright.
I'm gonna reach for it, okay?

Don't do nothing stupid, man, alright?

Fuck! Aah!

Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Come on. Get up.

Now what are you doing?

Goddamn.

Look at that.

It's beautiful.

I guess we both lied
to each other.

You didn't tell me
you had a husband,

and I told you
I wasn't a gangster.

Adiós, chica.

So now you're gonna
fix yourself some booze?

- You gonna start drinking again?
- I don't wanna hear it, alright?

What you did to that boy's
painting was wrong.

What has gotten into you?

He was insulting me!

He is an artist!

It is how he sees you.

And I am beginning to think
he is not far from right.

What's
that supposed to mean?

I think you know.

You don't want me to be
in the heroin business?

Is that it?

It's not good for you,
for your-- for your--

for your image,

for your political
work?

No, it is not good for me.

It is not good for anything
but money!

Well,
so now you get your wish.

I lost the duji to Colombo.

Now if I wanna sell it,
I got to buy it from him.

Like-- Like I did
when I was a nobody.

A nothing.

I mean...

Drug addicts are addicted
to dope.

And drug dealers are addicted
to selling it.

Okay, Ronnie, you got
two keys coming your way.

You put 50% down,
rest is on commission.

You got it, boss.

Anybody hear from
Bumpy Johnson yet?

Not yet.
The other Black gangs in Harlem

are already puttin' in
orders without him.

None of his men
have approached you?

Nah.

Strange.

Without heroin, all of his
businesses will start to fail.

He's too smart
for that shit.

Who needs
Bumpy Fuckin' Johnson?

Word's out on the street
about this dope.

Junkies are crawling
all over themselves to get it.

♪ I know you miss me

♪ Who it's gon' be
if it ain't me, lil' baby? ♪

♪ I'm in your city

♪ 'Cause I need it
one more time ♪

♪ Might lose it all, I swear

♪ I need it tonight

♪ Ooh

♪ Ah

♪ I need it one more time

♪ Might lose it all, I swear

♪ I need it tonight

♪ I need it one more time

♪ Thinkin' how we played out

♪ Really I feel awful about it,
but ain't never said it ♪

♪ We ain't gotta talk about it

♪ They'll never know,
when I'm with you ♪

♪ I play a different role

♪ Can't move off emotion,
this shit deep now ♪

♪ I got self-control

♪ I ain't never tried
to hold you ♪

♪ Niggas try
to high and low me ♪

♪ I can break it down
in dumbest terms ♪

♪ And show you how you owe me

♪ Still try and back door me

♪ I know how to go about it

♪ I know everything, but I treat
you like I don't know about it ♪

♪ Wildin' in Skyami, we took
shrooms and caught ♪

♪ A different vibe

♪ Bitches can't fuck with you,
you the one, for real ♪

♪ I peep your style

♪ I gotta get to it, I'm OT,
so it's gon' be a while ♪

♪ It feel a lil' better
when I ain't seen you, yeah ♪

♪ I know you miss me

♪ Who it's gon' be
if it ain't me, lil' baby? ♪

♪ I'm in your city

♪ 'Cause I need it
one more time ♪

♪ Ooh