All language subtitles for Godfather.of.Harlem.S03E06.Spooks.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb.[eng]

My father was responsible
for my husband getting killed.

Lombardi, no!

What's the matter,
boss? It's what you wanted.

Please, Joe,
I want my freedom.

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

If I let you go and something
happens to you, I'm dead!

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

You're full of shit!

Omar wants to work
for Malcolm.

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

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

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

The U.S. government trying
to intimidate me, even overseas.

It means I'm getting
under their skin.

Here, let me
share something with you.

- Oh, qué es eso?
- Cocaína.

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.

Just run the idea by Bumpy.

You won't be participating
in the next shipment.

The Corsicans have agreed
to make me their sole buyer.

If you want to sell any dope,
you're gonna have to buy from me

like every other motherfucker
in this town.

Ask me, life is like
a hand of cards.

You play the hand
you're dealt.

Can't win by folding.

Sometimes you gotta take
a chance if you want to win.

Would you stop messing
with my concentration?

I'm not.
I was just--

I know your tricks, Ellsworth.

Gin.

104. I win.

I've taken just about
as many losses as I can today.

You're not talking
about gin rummy.

No, I'm not.

I am proud of you.

Getting out of the duji
business was the right move.

Both practically
and morally.

Without the duji, my other
businesses have suffered.

My relationship
with Jose Battle, it's suffered.

There are other growth
opportunities all around

if you really take a look.

What about
Palmetto Chemical?

That is a legitimate business
that can grow.

Mayme, it does well,
but it's a small concern.

Not if you get
a federal contract.

I have heard through Powell's
office that after the riots,

they're giving them out
to more black businesses.

They'll never give me
one of those.

We can try.

I got a criminal record.

Those kind of contracts
go out to white businesses

with political contacts.

I have contacts, too,
you know.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Got contacts?
- Yeah, I do, I do.

And a federal contract
could mean millions of dollars.

You're so sexy when
you say "millions." Hm.

Maybe I'll surprise you.

You surprise me
all the time.

Bumpy fucking Johnson.

His pride, it gets in the way
of his business sense.

You ain't got
that blind spot.

That's why you're here?

Look, I got
the French connection.

I mean, if Bumpy Johnson doesn't
want to deal with me, fine.

But what's to stop you?

You could flood the Barrio with
this stuff and make millions.

Bumpy's my partner.

I don't stab my partner
in the back.

I respect that.

Loyalty is everything
in our world.

But, Jose, so is survival.

My father used to say,

"Un hombre no es un plátano."

"A man is not a banana."

You don't just eat the fruit
and throw away the skin.

You don't want
to choke on it either.

Here's my offer.

Last year, I made $12 million
on my car operation alone.

Come in with me.

Bring your own hombres.

50-50 on whatever
you bring in.

Plus the heroin.

Very generous.

And a 300K cash bonus
just for the opportunity

to earn your friendship.

I appreciate the offer.

But I must say no.

Come to me when you realize
you're supposed to toss

the fuckin' banana peel.

Nobody eats that shit.

Not even the apes.

♪ 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 ♪

Colombo's cops
cut off the duji

coming in from the Canadians
and the Turks.

And the Chinese don't fuck
with nobody

but their own, so that it?

We outta the dope game.

Bump, we get you don't want
to buy from Colombo.

But outta the game? Shit.

Nat and Junie are both too
damn old to learn how to sew.

Ya dig?

Plus, we're losing
business everywhere, Bump.

The Geechee, the cat houses,
the numbers.

Shit, without drugs,
them guineas gonna wipe us out.

I know. That's what I'm tryin'
to figure the fuck out here.

Then I think
you should hear Nat out.

He's got something.

I think
we can work with it.

Go on.

- Cocaine?
- Yeah.

Shit's got some action
in the Barrio.

It's not like duji,
but folks is starting to buy.

Who can afford cocaine
in the Barrio?

It's getting doled out
small amounts.

Exactly.
It's impossible to get in bulk.

Right, Junie?

The Latins smuggle it in
by the ounce.

Ain't no real money
in that.

But if we can get it in bulk,
I think we can move it, Bump.

Plus, cocaine don't turn folks
into fiends like duji do.

No, it's a pick-up.

Lights a wick
up your ass.

I know what it does.

How'd you get it?

This dude
who knows Battle.

But he's no longer
in the picture.

I'd talk to Battle
before Colombo

starts whispering in his ear.

I'm sure
he already has.

Hmm.

Look.
Look at that.

I can't go anywhere without one
of his goons on my tail.

Can't imagine how difficult
this must be for you.

No. You can't.

It's like
I'm under house arrest.

Stella, your father's
number-one concern,

over and above everything,
is your safety.

Get me out of here.

I could speak to your father
again, but in his eyes,

Joe Colombo's
doing a very good job,

minding the store
and also protecting you, and--

He's trying to fuck me.

I find it difficult to believe
he could be so stupid.

He comes onto me nonstop.

He even took me out
to a fancy dinner.

Alright,
this is important.

Did he make a direct
sexual advance on you?

Would you call telling me he has
a large penis a sexual advance?

Well, that depends.

Look, all I'm saying is,

I don't want to be
under his protection.

I can protect myself.

Tell my father
that's all I want.

And, please, don't mention
the sex stuff.

I'm just sharing that
with you.

Promise?

I will do what I can.

References, receipts, ledgers.
It seems simple enough to me.

Save for
one debilitating factor--

your husband.

What about my husband?

Bumpy is a convicted felon.

That automatically
disqualifies him.

He is also a pillar
of this community.

No one mentioned
his prison record

when he donated thousands
of dollars to your campaign.

I am very grateful
for Bumpy's generosity,

but that does not absolve
his criminal record.

How can a man move forward

if the government keeps
shutting the door in his face?

Palmetto Chemical

is a legitimate
extermination business

that has been in Harlem
for decades.

Why can't it be considered
for a government contract?

Bumpy's name on a bid
for government funds

will never happen.

What if it were
in someone else's name?

My name?

Eh.

I can't advise you to do
something like that.

But on the other hand,
a lot of these contracts

go to
mob-controlled entities

with supposedly
legitimate front men.

Hmm. Do they now.

Eh, look, I am not a lawyer,
so you--

You didn't hear it from me.

I tell you something, man.

You better figure out
something fast,

because you're gonna drag me
down the toilet with you.

Colombo tell you that
himself?

Upstairs, over a cafecito?

Yeah, man.
He came, he wanted to talk.

I said, "Okay, let's talk."

I listened to him.
You know what I said?

I said, "I don't fuck
my partners."

I'm sure he made you
an extremely generous

and bullshit offer.

Hey, what the fuck
is your problem now, man?

Now you suddenly too good
to sell dope?

That was your fucking pitch
in the first place!

Have you seen the streets
of Harlem?!

Junkies half dead
on every corner.

Tell me, Jose, if you could
reclaim your homeland,

would you pump poison
out on the streets?

I'm done
with the duji business.

But I got a solution.

Please.

My man Pettigrew,

he got this off of one
of your associates here.

Cocaine?

Who the fuck is gonna buy
that shit?

If that keeps moving through
the Barrio,

even in small quantities,
you got a possible gold mine.

By selling ounces?

You know what a pain
in the fucking ass

it is to bring cocaine up
to New York City?

It's manufactured
in Colombia and Peru

and has to go through Cuba
as a transshipment point.

Yeah, and whatever's left
is seized

and burned the fuck up
by the CIA, right?

I read it in the paper.

It could be used to fund
your operations against Castro.

Come on.

Okay, man.

Okay.

But I gotta do
something first.

Yeah, let me guess--
Consult with your advisor.

Something is clearly
on your mind.

Omar's asked me out
on a date.

I don't think I should go.

Oh, you're afraid you'll fall
into temptation?

Yeah, right. Afraid I'll toss
my drink in his face.

I thought
you'd forgiven him.

A few lines of poetry
and an apology

hardly seem like enough to
absolve him after all he's done.

Omar's doing his best.

But if I can forgive him,
Elise, then you can, too.

He ain't asking you out
on a date.

Well, my instinct tells me

that Omar's sincerely
seeking redemption.

The courting phase
of a relationship

is such a precious time.

It builds the foundation for
the years you'll spend together.

Do I even want years
with Omar?

Only you can judge that.

But I want to see you happy, Elise.

You deserve that.

Don't get in your own way.

How's it looking?

She's saying betrayal
is never an act of an enemy,

but of a friend.

She's saying
I'm gonna betray you?

No, no. She's saying we need
to be cautious

with both enemies and friends.

What about
the cocaine business?

Is that good for us?

Madrina...

She says no warning
against cocaine business.

Th--
That's a good thing, right?

We can move forward.

I'm gonna introduce you
to my man in the CIA.

They call him "Wild Bill."

What do you got?

Alpha 66
claims it has a mole

inside the kitchen
of Castro's compound.

A mole
in Castro's kitchen?

Yeah, okay.
Tell me more.

It says a new member
of Alpha 66

has a "nephew inside
the kitchen staff

who has access
to Castro's ice cream."

- Could be credible.
- Yeah, Castro likes ice cream.

Sounds like bullshit.

What new member
of Alpha 66?

A Gustavo Martinez
in Union City.

Arrived on a raft
two months ago.

Two months?

Well, who's he got here
at home?

A wife, kid?
How old?

No family listed,
no date of birth, no address.

Then how the fuck
can you say he's credible?

He's a double agent
working for Castro, not us.

- Get rid of him.
- You don't want to question him

before we put him
on a boat back to Cuba?

No, and no, not a boat.
A bullet.

You're pissing me off.

What else?

Jose Battle called.

Now, that is
a tough son of a bitch.

That's how we're gonna
kill that cocksucker Castro.

Motherfuckers like that.

Jose Battle does not fuck around
with chocolate ice cream.

He's all about getting
on that soil with artillery

and making the kill-shot.

Says he wants you to meet with
him and his business partner.

Bumpy Johnson.

Yeah, my guys told me
about Johnson.

He can help us, too.

Bumpy Johnson can help us?

Jose.

¿Cómo estás, hermano?

Hey, Stella.

How you doing?

- Fine.
- Mind if I come in?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, you got the palm
on the wall.

My mother
does the same thing.

She would bug me to get
ashes on Ash Wednesday.

You get the ashes, right?

Yeah. I do.

- Every year.
- Mind if I sit?

I used to hate getting
that big cross

right smack in the middle
of your forehead.

They'd put it right
fuckin' there.

Ba-boom.

Right above this big nose.

You just come
from my father?

Yeah.

Fineman told him about
what's going on with Colombo.

Needless to say, he's--
Well, he's none too happy.

So am I free
of Colombo's protection?

Your father wanted me
to come here and reassure you--

That's no longer
gonna be a problem.

What are you saying?

What I'm saying is,
you're not gonna have to worry

about Joe Colombo anymore.

Wait, no.

I want him off my back.

I never said
I wanted him hurt.

Well, Stella,
he did it to himself.

I mean, he's got to go.

Your pops doesn't like the way
he's running business either.

He don't trust him anymore.

I'm gonna be your protection
going forward.

Hey.

Listen, Colombo's guys,

they're dangerous,
and I'm defenseless.

I need a gun.

A gun?

Look, I'm gonna have two
of my guys outside at all times.

Besides, your father
would kill me.

Kill you? He'll kill you
if I get shot,

is what you
should be thinking.

Come on, Lombardi.

I know how to use a gun.

Don't leave me defenseless.

I gotta be crazy.

Okay.

Here.

That's a 380 Walther.

You didn't get this
from me.

Mmm.
These eggs are divine.

I can never get
my poaching water right.

A pinch of salt
does the trick.

Mm.

With what you're asking
for, it--

it shouldn't be difficult
to transfer

Palmetto's ownership
to your name.

And Ellsworth
approves of this?

Oh, I believe I have
his full blessing.

Landing
a contract like this

could really
change things for us.

You're right.
A government contract

for extermination services
would be extremely lucrative.

However, we have
a longevity issue.

How do you mean,
"longevity"?

I can't simply put the company
in your name.

I mean, I could, but the
government does due diligence

on awarding contracts.

They'll look at least 10 years
into a company's past.

I see.

So they wouldn't award
that kind of money

to someone who'd only owned
the company for two days?

No, but there is a way
to "massage" the records

so it seems like you've
owned it for a lot longer.

Well, that's not legal.

Let's just say
it's legal-adjacent.

Nothing a little clever
bookkeeping won't fix.

Archie does things like that
all the time.

Everyone does it.

Of course, my services
are pro bono for now,

but if you are awarded
the contract,

I'll need 5% of the gross.

3%.

Well, 3% of $5 million
is still $150,000.

You have a deal.

Jose says you have
a proposition for us.

The CIA incinerates hundreds of
kilos of cocaine a month.

How about you turn it
over to us?

We sell it, a quarter of
the profits go to you

and the fight
against Castro.

Who the hell
are you gonna sell it to?

Cocaine's a novelty
in New York.

You don't have buyers.

Don't worry.
That's on me.

If you can't move
the shit and you get caught

with that kind of volume,
the Feds get involved,

it's in the papers,
and we're all fucked.

I'll move it.
Trust me.

Harvey, imagine the army
we could build with that money.

It's an attractive proposition.

Siltations like this,

usually there's a little, uh,
tit for tat.

Quid pro quo.

I'm listening.

We have something you want.

You have something we want.

And what would that be?

Intimate access to Malcolm X.

We're aware of your history.

We know that you've been
providing him with protection.

Yeah. So?

So what we don't know
is what he achieved in Africa.

We need who he met with,
when, and why.

We assume a record has been
kept by your daughter, Elise.

You get us that, you boys
can have all the coke you want.

I lied to my father
about Joe Colombo.

I can't be responsible
for another murder.

There's already too much blood
on my hands.

Stella, I've known you
since you were a baby.

I know your heart,
as does the Lord.

You're not a murderer.

Death seems
to follow me everywhere.

I feel trapped by it.

There's no curse upon you.

Only you can bring evil
upon yourself.

You must pray
for redemption.

Pray for help.

I've done that.

Over and over.

And it doesn't do any good.

You mustn't say that.

I'm speaking to you
as your uncle,

as your blood,
as your family.

Not just a priest.

Get ahold of yourself.

If you think that
you've done something

that's going to cause harm,

then you must do everything
in your power to undo it.

What if it's too late?

There's no such thing
as "too late."

Life is eternal.

Our time on this Earth
is limited.

So you must use your time
to do good,

and as best you can...

right wrongs.

So the CIA wants to know
who I met with, where, and when,

and the contents
of these private conversations.

That's right.

What about what I had for
breakfast, lunch, and dinner?

Or how many times
I used the toilet?

It's not funny.

I think the CIA has already
tried to kill Malcolm.

He was poisoned in Cairo.

And if you think they're after
me now, wait a few more days.

What's in a few more days?

I'm working with my new friend
Che Guevara to expose

the United States government
at the United Nations

over their human rights abuses
all over the world.

Created through alliances
with leaders from Egypt,

Tanzania, Nigeria,
Ghana, Guinea, and Kenya.

I didn't run into any closed
doors, closed minds,

or closed hearts.

Except the CIA's.

Now I get why they wanted me
to snitch about Africa.

Well, if the heat wasn't on
before, it's certainly on now.

Look...

I'm gonna give
the CIA information.

False information.

False information
to the CIA?

Do you have any idea what
you're getting yourself into?

I'm sure as hell not gonna
cooperate with them.

I think the question is,
brother--

Can't you just say no
and walk away?

No.

For business reasons.

Of course.

For you, it's always
about business.

The CIA is just another
criminal organization.

They just have to be dealt with.
That's it.

But giving false information
to the CIA--

That could put you in jail,
or worse.

You build your alliances
your way,

and I'll build mine my way.

Mm.

Oh.

Hello, Elise.

I'd offer you a glass,
but I know you don't drink wine.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm just doing some business
for your father.

Daddy's up to all kinds
of business these days.

What's that supposed
to mean?

Nothing.

I am submitting
Palmetto Chemical

for a government contract.

And you think the government's
gonna award

Bumpy Johnson
with a contract?

No.

That's why I'm putting
the company in my name.

I mean,
it's not entirely legal,

but Ellsworth deserves this
as much as anyone.

I'm just-- I'm trying
to right a wrong.

With a wrong.

If your father had
the right opportunities,

he could build an empire.

Legitimately.

You can't change him, Mayme.

Better to accept him
for who he is.

He can change.

By forging documents?

The only one changing here
is you.

So, how's this gonna happen?

Harvey will meet us Friday
at the facility.

If you bring the information
on Malcolm X,

he's gonna give us 12 kilos
of cocaine Friday night.

12 kilos for a test run.

That's what I wanted
to hear.

But here's the thing,
Bumpy--

You gotta be straight
with them.

Explain.

You, your daughter,
and Malcolm X one hour ago.

You gotta be really careful
with these spooks.

I wouldn't be surprised
if they have a picture of you

scratching your ass
in your silk pajamas.

Harvey give this to you?

That's good to know.

These guys
have eyes everywhere.

- Thank you, good brother.
- Thank you.

Elise.

You are
absolutely stunning.

So are you.

Elise, this is my mother, Khadijah.

As-salamu alaykum.

Thank you for being
our chaperone

to keep halal
for our date.

Wa-Alaikum-Salaam.

You are just as beautiful
as Omar said you were.

He's spoken
so highly of you,

and the great influence
you've had on him.

Omar can't say enough
wonderful things about you.

Is that so?

He hasn't smiled so much
since Zahira was still with us.

I was worried he'd never find
happiness again,

but then, Mashallah,
he found you.

- Mashallah.
- Mashallah.

Omar! Haram!

You know you mustn't touch her
until you're married.

Forgive me, Mother.
I don't know what came over me.

That's why I'm here.

I raised my son to be a proper
Muslim man before Allah.

You did a very good job.

The only shameful thing
he's ever done

was to get himself exiled
from the Nation of Islam,

all because of that
roguish Malcolm X.

Mother, please...

That evil man
has slandered

the Messenger
just too many times.

Malcolm is risking his life
to fight for our freedom.

He deserves respect,
regardless of his quarrel

with Elijah Muhammad.

Omar, I thought you said
Elise was an intelligent woman.

Mother, I beg you--

Allah forbids you
join your life

to someone who follows
the promises of a fool,

and clearly,
this woman is a fool.

Mother, that's enough!

As-salamu alaykum.
Can I interest you in--

I need you
to see my father now.

What's the matter?

Tell him I said to call off
this hit on Colombo.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I do not know what that means.
A hit?

- What is that?
- Oh, would you cut the shit?!

I-I do not know
what you're referencing.

I am not involved in
whatever you are referring to.

I was lying about him
trying to fuck me.

I did it because I can't stand
being under his protection.

That was a grave mistake.

I know.

And since you obviously
told that to my father,

now you've gotta get him
to call it off.

The die has been cast.

As his attorney,
I am obligated

to tell Mr. Gigante
everything I hear.

Your father
flew into a rage.

He was put into
solitary confinement.

I have no way
to access him.

There's nothing I can do.

Get me a meeting
with Lombardi.

I don't want to get
in the middle of a--

Or I'll tell my father
that you tried to fuck me, too.

You threatening me?

Yes.

Okay. Okay.

I-I will make sure Lombardi
comes to see you.

Good.

I have to tell you,
for the first time,

you really remind me
of your father.

This ain't the police
or the Feds, Bump.

And if you give 'em
some bullshit information

and they find out, you can
kiss all that coke goodbye.

We gotta be real careful
about this, Bump.

Those CIA cats
do not play.

This ain't no tit-for-tat
like we do on the streets.

Think I don't know that, Del?

Chin told me that these
motherfuckers killed Kennedy

- with the help of the mob.
- Damn.

Hey, word in Spanish Harlem
is that the CIA got mobsters

to take a whack at Castro
in Cuba.

Said they was pissed
because Castro knocked them

outta Havana,
cost their asses millions.

Where'd you hear that?

Yeah, I heard it from one
of Battle's men

over at Casa Havana.

Said it was some kinda
hush-hush operation.

Del, get me Carlo Gambino
on the phone.

I wanna set a meeting.

Yeah.

So you've owned
Palmetto Chemical for 10 years,

and you employ 50 people?

Yes.

I expanded the number of workers
so that the government

would deem us capable
of a large contract.

Yes. I see.

Mr. Marshall?

My specialty is evaluating
procurement contracts,

and a sudden rise
in the workforce

could be flagged, Congressman.

Oh. How many people
really work there?

Oh, I don't know.

It's probably closer to 20.

Well, then let's put down 30,
uh, to be safe.

I mean, they know
when awarding these contracts

to small businesses
that they are allowed

to expand their workforce.

More jobs for Harlem.

- That's wonderful.
- Wonderful.

I'm not sure creating facts
is a good idea.

Guess who gets
these extermination contracts

from the government.

The mob. The white mob.

The Luccheses,
the Gambinos.

Why not let a Black mobster
get it for once?

So now you're advocating equal
opportunity to Black mobsters?

I am advocating jobs for
unemployed Harlem workers

by any goddamn means necessary!

As a lawyer, I have to recommend
you wash your hands of this.

Is Palmetto Chemical

a legitimate business,
or is it not?

It is very legitimate.

It's done legitimate work
in Harlem for years.

And according to rumor,
laundered money as a drug front.

Can you prove that?

No.

Submit the application.

And, Mayme, good luck.

Stella, that's not
how things work in our world.

You're given an order,
you follow it.

What, you're telling me
like I haven't lived

my entire life
in this world?

Eh, you know where the guys
who don't follow orders are?

The bottom
of the Gowanus Canal.

No, guys botch jobs
all the time.

That's not me.
I'm sorry.

When your father says,
"Take care of Colombo,"

I take care of Colombo.

Nothin' I can do
about it.

I can't be responsible
for another person's death.

Hey.

I know you've been
through a lot.

What happened to Ernie
was awful.

But for what it's worth,
it was very painful for me, too.

- It was?
- Yeah.

You guys just got married.

Plus, I liked Ernie.

I didn't want to off him.

But I had to do it
'cause I had an order.

Your father, after he gave me
the order, changed his mind,

tried to get to me,
but it was too late.

I thought my father
killed Ernie.

No.

Your father
tried to stop it.

Breaks my heart.

Breaks
your father's heart, too.

Truth is, Stell, this Colombo,
he could never be trusted.

I advised your father
against it.

I think Colombo's gonna make
a play for Harlem,

all the while
playing nice with Chin.

- You do?
- Yeah.

Now, don't you want
to protect your dad,

after all you put him through?

Yes.

Okay.

Okay, here's the plan.

Now, it's just you and him
in the office, right?

He's got guys outside,
but yeah, it's just me and him.

Okay.

I'm gonna tell Colombo
I'll be by about 7:00 p.m.

with instructions
from Chin.

When I walk in,
you walk out.

Say, uh-- I don't know.

Say you have to go to the
ladies' room or something.

Before you know it, it's over. Boom.

The men outside won't even
hear the shot

over the fucking car crushers
you got in the junkyard.

We've known each other
for a long time, Gambino.

It hasn't
always been peaceful.

True.

A lot of ups and downs, huh?

We haven't talk just
the two of us for years.

The pleasure of that being
that you and I,

we don't, uh,
bullshit each other.

Want some walnuts?

No, thanks.

That's right.

We don't bullshit
each other.

We never have.

Which brings me to this--

Wh-- What the fuck
do you want?

I mean,
Colombo tells me that

you're no longer interested
in narcotics.

Ask me, that's your--
uh, your lifeblood.

I got a different agenda
right now.

My, uh, partner,

Jose Battle--
he's got a plan to--

to kill Castro.

What's that gotta do
with me?

I hear that the CIA went to you
back in '63

to try to take Castro out.

Battle wants your help.

I mean, it comes
with a huge payday,

and if everything works out
as planned,

you get Havana and all
of your casinos back.

Why are you all of a sudden
brokering political hits?

'Cause I just cut a deal
with the CIA.

They're in with Battle,
so I'm in with them.

Why fight the government
when you can partner with them?

Who's your point man
at the CIA?

"Wild Bill" Harvey.

Bill Harvey?
For real?

What, you know him?

Know him?

I mean, he was the guy.

He was
the-- the puppet master.

He tried to kill Castro
with poisoned wetsuits.

He'd do anything
to whack that guy.

He called it
Operation Mongoose.

Harvey told me that you were
the guy to go to

to get details on
what fucked up the last time,

and how to try to
avoid it on the next.

Alright.

You got a few hours,
I'll lay it on you.

Mm.

But what a goat-fuck.

I got
all the time in the world.

- Adam?
- Mayme.

Uh, pardon my intrusion,

but I wanted to come by
to speak to you in person.

Is, uh, Bumpy here?

No, he stepped out.

Please.
Can I offer you a drink?

No. Uh, thank you.

I wanted to come by personally
to let you know

that your application
has been rejected.

Oh.

Did they say why?

Falsifying records.

It seems that they caught on
to our little scheme.

Well, what does this mean
for us?

A-Are we in trouble?
Am I?

Mayme,
I'm always in trouble.

Oh, God, you do so much good
for our people,

I can't bring you down
like this.

- Mayme--
- I'm so ashamed.

I will never do anything
criminal again,

I swear it,
as God as my witness.

I just-- I pray to Jesus,
"Forgive me."

- Mayme--
- Will you forgive me?

Mayme, I don't think
you understand.

Riverside Refuse
got the contact.

They are run
by the Luccheses.

When they found out that
your bid was going to win,

they used
their corrupt connections

to sabotage
your application.

So it's not because I lied
on the documents?

No.

Some other liars
won this round.

The point is
to keep on fighting.

Yes, Congressman.

I don't like playing dirty
any more than you do,

but the Good Lord knows
what we're up against,

and the Good Lord, and myself,
expect to see you in the office

bright and early
tomorrow morning,

because we have our work
cut out for us.

Yes. We do.

Mm.

Good night, Mayme.

Good night.

What's wrong?

What, you got a date
or something?

You know, you don't have
to stay this late, Stella.

No, I'm, um,
just finishing up some things.

Alright, well,

I'm gonna need you
out of here anyway.

Your father's guy Lombardi's
coming by for a meeting.

Oh? Really?

Okay.

Hey!
Look what the cat dragged in.

Hey, Joe. Stella.

Stella, give us some privacy,
will you?

Have a nice night.

So, how's Chin holding up?

He said to send you this.

Jesus fucking Christ!

He was the one
who killed my husband,

and he was gonna kill you.

Why? Why?
Why would he do that

without Chin's permission?

I want my freedom.

Bravo's arrived.

Clear the room.

Evening, gentlemen.

Bumpy.

On time, to the minute, I see.

Warm in here.

Let's get straight to it.

Were you able to acquire
the information

I requested about
Malcolm's visit to Africa?

About Malcolm X?

Yeah.

Well, I was happy to see

you and he and your daughter
met for lunch.

Yeah, I saw the photograph.

You guys have some real
long-range lenses there.

Well, yeah.

Welcome to working
with the CIA.

We got all the best shit.
Right, Jose?

Yeah, man.
Top notch.

What'd you get?

The question isn't
whether or not

I got information
from Malcolm.

The question is where you
got the audacity to think

that I would fuck over
my friend for cocaine.

You got a real
live wire here, Jose.

He surprises me
all the time.

Yeah, I get it.
I did the research.

You and Malcolm,
you're longtime friends.

The two of you
go way, way back.

We do.

Here's the situation.

I'm gonna get
that Africa information,

one way or, you know,
another way.

Is that so?

I just thought
it would be more pleasant

for Malcolm
and your daughter

to have you be the one
that extracted it.

That's very kind
of you, Bill,

but, uh, I've done
some research, too.

Is that so?

Yeah, about your failed
assassination attempts

against Castro.

Poisoned ice cream,
poisoned wetsuits,

the, uh, exploding cigar.

Think you called it, uh,

Operation Mongoose.

It's a real long game, Johnson.

If I was you,
I'd be very careful.

You even got the Italian mob
to help you,

which would
make headline news

if I were suddenly
to disappear.

See, I got connections
with the press

through my friend
Congressman Adam Clayton Powell.

Let's just say it's
my life insurance policy.

So keep the fuck away
from Malcolm,

and, uh, Jose and I,
we'll sell the cocaine,

you'll get 25%,
and there'll be no fuss.

Secure the material.

Load it into Mr. Johnson's car
when he is ready.

You got some fucking balls,
my man.

You just took me
for a ride.

I'm fucking impressed.

Let's get this shit
out of here.

Junie'll cut it up.

We're taking back Harlem.

Goddamn it.

Who's that fucking spook
think he is?

Does he know
who he's fucking with?

Billy, relax, man.
Don't worry about it.

I get a threat
when I'm expecting intel.

After the speech he gave
in Africa,

Malcolm X is as much of
a fucking communist as Castro.

Bumpy was never going to
betray his friend.

You should've fucking
known that in advance.

However,
I'm close to Bumpy.

He's close to Malcolm X.

I'm listening.

Me, I got
no fucking problem

giving up information
on that commie Negro.

Let us drink to that.

Salud.

Salud.