All language subtitles for Godfather.of.Harlem.S03E01.720p.x265-T0PAZ

My fellow citizens,

I am about to sign into law
the Civil Rights Act of 1964.

While the Civil Rights Act

may have passed today,

the streets of Harlem
are on fire at this hour,

as riots and looting
break out over the shooting

of an unarmed black teenager.

This is for Teddy.

Ernie and Benny,
they didn't like each other.

Ernie shot him in the head.

I want you to take him out.

Ernie and I
are married. I love him.

I want you to protect him
as much as you do me.

- Yeah.
- Boss, what are you doing here?

- Where's Lombardi?
- He's right there.

Lombardi, no!

Ernie, I tried, all right?

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

He should burn in hell
for what he's done.

I didn't mean to hurt you.
I love you, all right?

Don't worry.
I'm gonna get you out.

Sister Elise, will you marry me?

Captain Omar doesn't know
of your friendship with us?

Were you at the home
of Malcolm X?

Yes.

Then leave this mosque
immediately.

You are a worthless
piece of garbage.

Tonight Malcolm dies.

Omar and Henry are
gonna ambush Malcolm

after his television interview.

This ain't over.

With the biggest
duji shipment in history.

Three thousand keys.

I saw stores up in flames,

cop cars all over
the damn streets.

We need to move
the duji somewhere else.

Just keep everything
under control.

There goes the fucking
French connection.

Just like that. Up in flames.

Hands up!
Get out the truck!

On your fucking knees.
On your knees!

Down! Down!

Oh, shit!

Stop right there!

Drop the fucking bags!

Get down on the ground

or I'll blow
your fucking head off.

The Harlem riots have
finally started to calm down

after three days of chaos.

It all started
when an off-duty cop

shot a 15-year-old black boy,
James Powell,

setting off a wave of discontent

through the Negro community

just as the Civil Rights Act
was passed in Washington.

Hundreds of National Guard
were called in,

and millions of dollars
of destruction has all

but leveled large parts
of the city.

Thousands of protestors
attacked police officers,

which rapidly degenerated
into wanton looting,

as vandals destroyed storefronts

and violence
spread like a plague.

They act like we brought this
on ourselves.

Like we want a reason
to burn down our homes.

It's the news' job
to keep little old white ladies

clutching their purses
whenever we walk by.

Somebody's son is dead.

You've been awfully quiet.

Mayme, I had it.

The French connection.

Thousands of kilos
under my control.

The Italians
were buying from me.

I was in charge.

I dotted every "I."
I crossed every "T."

And then Harlem spits fire
in my face,

and everything just
goes up in smoke.

Baby, no one could have
anticipated these riots.

Now I look like a joke.

I'm crawling back to
the Italians with my checkbook.

Millions of dollars in the hole.

And I was supposed to be
their boss for good.

You took a hit, and it hurts,

just like Harlem did
with these riots,

but we will rebuild
and come back better

and stronger than ever.

And so will you.

You'll see.

These riots weren't
just about Harlem.

You name the city, the Black
man's anger is here, fermenting.

It was stones yesterday,
Molotov cocktails today.

It will be
hand grenades tomorrow.

I'm not inciting violence,

just warning
of a powder-keg situation.

You can take it or leave it.

But if you ignore it
or ridicule it, well,

death is already
at your doorstep.

History demonstrates
that nothing,

nothing prepares a way
for tyranny

more than the failure
of public officials

to keep the streets safe
from bullies and marauders.

That sonofabitch.

Now...

Goldwater is laying those riots
right at my doorstep.

Distorting my whole record.

Saying I'm soft on crime,
soft on Communism.

He even thinks I'm too soft
to drop a goddamn nuclear bomb.

Well, I assure you,
Mr. President,

that Negro voters
don't believe that.

I ain't worried
about Negro voters.

I'm worried about white ones.

No sooner do I sign
the Civil Rights Act

than riots break out.

If this spreads to other cities,

Goldwater's gonna win
the goddamn presidency.

Well, sir, the millions
of dollars

that you have bestowed
upon urban communities

in the wake
of these disturbances

will help restore
the Negro's faith in government.

A man with a Molotov cocktail
in his hand

is not fighting for civil rights

any more than a Klansman
with a sheet on his back.

They're both lawbreakers
and criminals.

With one essential difference,
if I may.

One will kill
to protect what he has.

The other to demand
what he hasn't.

I'm adding it up.

Let's see what we got.

And that is the sum total
of all your assets at hand.

That include the Geechee Club?

Geechee's got a banknote.

The principal is only $200,000.

How much we got out
on the street?

Between bookmaking and loans,
I figure half a million.

Get out there and collect from
anyone who owes us a nickel.

Niggas is broke, Bump.

Can't squeeze blood
from a stone.

Yeah, man, you took a loss.
So should the guineas.

I gave my word that I'd deliver.
I keep my word.

Hit the streets.

Alright.

Miss Willa.

You know, the interest
on $3 million

is $400,000... a week.

You're just not equipped
to carry that kind of debt.

What's that on your sleeve?

- Charcoal?
- Oh.

They torched the building,
child.

Fire department
didn't even show up.

- Where you staying?
- My sister's.

She got four kids.
Why didn't you tell me?

What was I gonna tell you?

Listen, you got problems
of your own.

What are you doing?
Don't do that.

A grand ain't gonna make
a difference, more or less.

Find yourself a place.

Thank you.

I pay my debts.

You guys know that.

No one could have predicted
that riot.

Bumpy, can I ask you a question?

Fire away.

I understand why the Negroes
are really angry

because the cops
killed that kid,

but why the fuck do you burn
your own neighborhoods down?

We don't own the neighborhoods.

White folks do.

Stealing, looting...

It doesn't reflect
very well on your people.

We steal... you, me,
the Five Families.

The American Mafia
was founded because

Italians couldn't even get
a fair shake in this country,

let alone how could a Negro?

Enough history lessons, yeah?

I need some time.

Then I can square it
with each and every one of you.

You have to see Joe Colombo.

The capo in the Profaci Family?

It's the Colombo Family now.

After Profaci died, we elevated
him to the boss of the family.

Or should I say,
Chin elevated him.

Any monies due,
you owe to Joe Colombo.

Well...

I hope he's reasonable
like you, Tommy.

Don't count on it.

You know these kids today.
They're out of control.

Hey.

I know Chin's in
jail, so that's why he sent you,

but Tommy Lucchese
can't bother to see me himself?

I'm his associate,
you fucking prick.

Now, Tommy wants to know
when he's getting his money

back from that nigger
Bumpy Johnson.

I'm working on it.

Gio, it's only been
a couple of days.

Why Chin wanted this
wet-behind-the-ears mammone

to collect his debt
is beyond me.

Chin trusts him.

- Ah, fuck you, Lombardi.
- Oh.

Chin pushed for him to be
the head of the Profaci Family

so he could be his puppet.

What, am I not even here?

- Hey, Gio.
- Yeah?

You wanna see something?

Come on.
Let me show you something.

Let me show you
why Chin has faith.

Come here.

Now, all the bosses,
except for Chin,

see me
as a two-bit car thief, right?

But these cars

are what's gonna let us bring
in so much dope from France,

we're gonna be swimming in it.

Now, look at this wreck.

Who would even inspect
the fuckin' thing? Eh?

But look at the panel
on the passenger side.

Look what I did.

Go ahead. Take a look.

What?

What is it?
What am I looking at?

What... No, I'm saying
you got to have a look.

Listen.

This panel is actually
a secret compartment.

Go on. Take a look.

Fuck you.
I ain't going up there.

Yeah, you are.

- Ow!
- Jesus.

Ow! You motherfucker!
Fucking cocksucker!

I'll fucking kill you,
you motherfucker!

Ow! Ow! What the fuck?!

Yo, get the fuck off me!

Get the fuck off me, cocksucker!

Let me the fuck out of here!

You're gonna die for this,
you cocksucker!

Tell Chin I got his back
while he's away.

You tell him I'll deal
with Bumpy fuckin' Johnson.

What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!

What the fuck?! What the fuck?!

What the fuck?! No!

No!
Get me the fuck out of here!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Step forward.

He's good.

I am grateful to your father
for protection,

but sometimes,

I fear these men
are overly zealous.

I'm glad. You need them.

I suppose.

I feel like a hunted animal
these days.

A man without a mosque
or a mission.

The Nation of Islam isn't the
only mosque in New York City.

No mosque will tolerate
my political opinions.

Then start your own.

That takes money.

And followers.

Neither of which I have.

You have me.

I'll help you.

I'll organize. I'll raise money.
I'll do whatever it takes.

I might take you up on that.

Well, here I am
singing my own blues.

How have you been?

I'm fine.

I'm still kicking myself
for trusting Omar.

Jealousy and hate
clouded his mind.

I almost married him.

I feel foolish.

It's so painful.

I wish I could
take that pain away.

He didn't deserve you.

With Chin up in Lewisburg,

everything has gone to shit.

What did that strunze
get sent up for?

They fuckin' got him
poppin' his own associate,

some fucko named Ernie Nunzi.

That's Carlo Gambino

discussing your father's arrest.

Between that and
the disappearance of Joe Bonanno

from New York,

you have helped
throw the Five Families

into total disarray.

I hope they all kill each other.

I'd prefer to see them in jail.

What do you need me to do?

I have to admit to being
a little surprised.

Usually, a witness suffers

from what we call
snitcher's remorse.

My father was responsible

for the death of three men
I loved.

I can't wait to take the stand.

Well, Stella, that is what
I wanted to discuss today.

I actually don't think
you taking the stand

is going to be necessary.

What are you talking about?

Your statements allowed us
to arrest him.

Those are under seal.
If you took the stand,

they would become
public knowledge,

and you would be
in serious danger.

I don't care.
I'm willing to take that risk.

We're also concerned the jury
may not see you

as a sympathetic witness

if some of your personal choices
came to light.

What do you mean?

The defense will surely
bring up the fact

that you had a relationship
with a Negro.

That could alienate the jury.

Even when I tell them my father
was responsible

for that man's death?

Look, Stella, I'm not saying

I'll never call you
to the stand.

It may be necessary.

But if I can avoid it
and keep you safe, I will.

You used me.

We're both after
the same thing here...

To make sure that your father
spends the rest of his life

in the cold, dark cell
that he belongs.

And when I get that conviction,
you and I

and everyone in this office
will know

that it was you
who slammed the door

and threw away the key.

It's totaled!

Bumpy Johnson.

How you doin'?
Joe Colombo.

Hey.

Nice suit. What is it?

Orie's Custom Tailoring?
I get my suits made there, too.

You buy your suits from
a black tailor on one-two-fifth?

What?
Are you kidding me?

Orie Walls is a fuckin' genius.

Last time I was there,

Cassius Clay came in
to buy a few.

He goes by Muhammad Ali now.

Oh, yeah.
I keep forgetting.

I like Cassius better,
to be honest.

Let's keep this short.

The money I owe the Families?

Just know I'm good for it.

I know. Don't worry.

Come on, let me show you around.

So, I got guys lifting cars
all over the five boroughs.

We break 'em down,

resell the parts
all over the world.

Mm-hmm.

We also scout out new cars
and steal them on order.

Look at this. You seen this?

This new car Ford put out?
The Mustang?

Fucking beautiful.

Interesting.

- You like espresso?
- Yeah, sure.

Yeah? Come on.

Okay.

Doppio espresso per voi due.

Grazie.

I'm good for a mill today.

The rest will take me some time.

Well, who would have guessed
the dope would burn up?

And don't worry
about the Families.

Sure, they squawked at first,
but I got them in line.

You're doing me favors.

Why?

Chin Gigante's in jail
without bond, as you know.

I'm playing hall monitor
while he's gone.

You can make up your debt
to the Families

by working with me.

What's the catch?

No catch.

Eh, those fossilized fucks
that run the Families...

They got no respect
for who you are.

But I do.

You're a legend.

The Bumpy Johnson.

I appreciate the flattery,
but spell this shit out for me.

What exactly do you want?

We work together.

On everything, alright?

Narcotics, gambling, women.

And you call the shots, right?

It's a partnership.

It's pure business.

And if I say no?

Why would you do that?

Because the last partnership
I had with one of you

ended in blood...

and flames.

Either way, my people lose.

Uh, think about it.

Otherwise...

the Families will need
to be paid in full by Friday.

Your call.

Thank you.

Hey. How's everything?

It's good?

Let us agree that the blow
must be struck,

and let us agree what type
of blow must be struck

and at whom the blow
should be struck,

and then those who don't go
along with that strike,

we need an organization...

- Hello.
- That no one downtown loves.

You're on television.

We need one that's ready
and willing to take action,

any kind of action.

Not when the man downtown
sees fit, but when we see fit.

By any means necessary.

Do you mind if we have a...
A few moments alone?

I'm sorry, Minister Malcolm.

Bumpy instructed me
to never leave this post.

How much longer do you think
they're gonna have to be here?

I don't know.

We need Bumpy's help now.

I'm not going to send
those gentlemen away.

I miss our children.

They're safe with Ella.

It's a chance for them
to enjoy Boston.

Maybe we can go up there, too.

We can stay in one of those
nice motels near your sister's.

I'm needed here now.

For what?

We are three days out from
the worst riots since 1943.

I need...

You need to what?

Go on to the television?

Tell more things that might
aggravate people

to try to kill you?

I'm expected to be here.

By who?

Well, uh...

You don't have to be
the version of you

that's expected
by everyone else.

You'll be happy to know

Morgenthau doesn't need me
to testify.

You're still a rat.

The only reason you're here

is because,
for some crazy reason,

your father insisted
that I let you stay.

If it was up to me,
you'd be out in the street.

Well, I got an interview
with a job agency tomorrow.

The minute I got
enough money saved,

I'll be out of here forever.

You, a job?

You never worked a day
in your fucking life.

Fuck you!

Don't you talk like that
to me, you puttana.

Your daddy's little girl act,
it don't work on me.

You're a rat fink traitor.

I feel sorry for you.

It must be horrible
knowing your husband

fucks all those goomahs

because he finds you
so repulsive.

Joe Colombo seems
different than the others.

The terms of his deal
sound reasonable enough.

Maybe even better than
what you had with Chin Gigante.

The problem with Colombo
isn't the terms.

I'm done shaking hands
with Italians.

They can't be trusted.

I get it.

But the Ten Harlems
were all Black men,

and they turned their backs
on you just the same.

The Italians, they want
to keep me in shackles.

To them, Harlem
is a cotton field,

and I'm the house nigger.

I didn't fight to keep
my wits in Alcatraz

to come out and play
Stepin Fetchit.

I want my plantation
out of escrow,

my name on the deed

so they can't shut
my lights off.

You're either gonna work
with the Italians

or you're gonna fight them.

The safer choice is obvious.

How much more do we need?

Take them.

All of them.

It should get you
at least $50,000.

That's 15 anniversaries'
worth of jewelry.

I could never.

I would pay any price
to keep you out of a coffin

or another jail cell.

I cost you enough, Mayme.

This is my bill to pay.

I'm proposing
a short-term bridge loan

to be repaid within six months.

And as collateral,

I'm putting up the deed
to the Geechee.

When I repay
my Italian investors,

I'll resume my core businesses
and make up for the loss.

Bumpy, surely you can understand

that we can't honor
that request.

There was a run on the bank.

We're waiting on a Federal cash
infusion as we speak.

Not to mention you already
owe us half a million dollars.

Investing in your venture
was a terrible mistake.

Charles, please.

Venture?
Call it what it is, Judge.

It was a heroin deal,
with all the inherent risks

I explained to you
when you insisted

that I allow you to invest.

- You're bleeding us dry.
- Charles!

No. I refuse to be intimidated
by this criminal.

The tie pin, the tailored suit...

You can dress the part

of a legitimate businessman,
Johnson,

but you're just a common,
everyday thief.

If the cops came through
that door,

we'd all go to jail
for the same crimes.

Embezzlement, bank fraud,

and heroin distribution.

And if we end up in jail,
my esteemed brothers,

trust me,
you'll want to be my friend.

I will remind you that extremism

in the defense of liberty
is no vice.

Roy, can you please
change the channel?

I can't take this cracker
no more.

Omar.

I would understand if you wanted

to take me to your father's men.

In some respects,
I'd welcome it.

What the hell are you
doing here?

I want to apologize.

To you.

And to Malcolm.

Get away from me.

I spent
the last three days hiding,

well aware that your father
wants me dead.

He ain't the only one.

Please, take me to Malcolm.

At least let me make amends
to you both.

He's surrounded by a dozen
of my father's men.

They'll kill you on sight.

And if that
is Allah's atonement for me,

then I will accept it.

I hope they shoot you.

- I assume you can type.
- Yes.

Words per minute?

Thirty.
But I practice every day.

- Shorthand?
- No.

No shorthand. That rules out
secretarial work.

With no experience, the kind
of jobs we're looking at

are dishwasher,
domestic servant, housemaid.

That's fine.

It might require you

to work alongside Negroes
and Hispanics.

Some of our clients
have a problem with that.

Not me.

Are you married?

I'm a widow.

Do you have any children?

No.

So, getting a job is
very important for you

during this difficult time.

Absolutely.

I'll guarantee you a job...

if you give this a tug.

I told you.

I don't do shorthand.

Do... Do you know what this is,
what you're talking about?

Hey, guys, guys,
give us a break, alright?

Go inside, please.

We'll have a little
personal talk.

Do me... Give me...
Give me five, alright?

- Are you fucking crazy?
- No!

You're one of my oldest friends.

I thought I could count on you.

Olympia, I cannot do that.

Here, sit down, sit down.

Tommy, I am begging you.

Please.

I told you. The answer is no.

She put her
own father away, Tommy.

Olympia, you should know

we don't touch women
or children.

She knows more than just
about the Genovese Family.

What else does she know?

She knows about
the Lucchese family, too.

Listen to me. She knows
about your trucking business.

Ohh.

She knows about all
your airport hijackings.

- Ohh.
- And a lot of other things, too.

I don't know how she knows.

Sniffing around,
I don't know, eavesdropping.

She'll fucking rat.

You know what?

This is your husband Chin's
fucking problem.

Why isn't he taking care of it?

He's in jail.
His calls are monitored.

You don't think that he knows
she should go?

Are you kidding me?
He just can't admit it.

He's sentimental like that.

What do you want me to tell you?

If he finds out
that I was involved

with his daughter
disappearing...

We have a lot of secrets
from this man, Tommy.

Let's face the facts.

Who says he has to find out?

Reverend Powell.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I was working
on Sunday's sermon.

We need a good Word right now.

"The Negro in White America:

Who Gets to Define Us?"

The Lord Jesus
and our own damn selves.

Well, you'll just have to come

to Sunday service to find out.

Your husband home?

- He stepped out.
- Oh.

Did you tell him
about the position

I'm offering you?

Not yet.

Well, don't wait for him to read
about it in the newspapers.

I'm working on it. Ellsworth's
mind is otherwise occupied.

Hmm. Do you mind if I make
myself a quick pick-me-up?

Be my guest.

As my right-hand executive
for Har-You,

you will be responsible
for allocating government funds.

I couldn't think of a better way
to rebuild Harlem

after these riots.

Thank you for trusting me,
Reverend.

Oh, of course. It's no favor.

Your excellent work
as a volunteer

has rightfully
earned you this position.

- Oh, too early for me.
- Oh, well.

In the spirits
of Regina Andrews, Ella Baker,

and Lorraine Hansberry,
cheers to black women

authoritatively kicking
some ass.

Mm. Sister Suffrage does have
a... a nice ring to it.

Mm.

Which is why I don't want
your husband

fucking up this opportunity.

I'm warning you, Mayme,
for your sake and all of Harlem,

implore Bumpy
to keep his nose clean.

That's it?!
Twenty-four fuckin' grand?!

Negroes was seein' us coming
and running the other way, boss.

Not to mention the streets
are filled with riot cops.

Yeah, making sure the white
man's stores don't get looted.

I can't do shit with this!

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

This ain't our fault, man!

What are you sayin'?
It's mine?

You sayin' it's my fault?

I'm sayin' people can't give
what they ain't got.

Colombo wants full payment
by Friday.

This is our last shot!

Look, you always figure out
what to do, Bump.

I got no fucking idea
what to do!

Just let me... Just...

Let me... think.

Just think.

This ain't you.
What's up, bro?

What's eatin' at you?

That duji...

was the one chance I had
to control these blocks.

Yeah?

Send him up.

Thank you
for giving me an audience.

Of course.

I understand you're a student
of history, just like me.

- That so?
- Yeah.

In fact, I know
that way back when,

you protected the numbers bank

of Stephanie Saint Clair
against Dutch Schultz.

You got a helluva backbone.

What's that got to do
with anything?

This isn't the old days.

And we both know
there's no chance

you're gonna have
$3 million by Friday.

I thought my offer to partner
was a good one,

but I guess you don't. Okay.

So I'm gonna sweeten the pot.

Oh, yeah?

If you handle
our heroin distribution,

I'll cut you in
on my car business.

You steal 'em,
I'll chop 'em and sell 'em.

A lot of money in it
for us both.

I'm not your fucking
soldier, Colombo.

I'm bending over backwards here.

What the fuck would it take?

This ain't about you, Joe.

You know, if I go south
of 110th Street,

I gotta smile and bow and scrape
just like every other Negro.

If I assert myself
to a white man

in a way that he doesn't like,

I get billy-clubbed
and I get put in jail.

Does that happen to you
when you go downtown?

But up here, it's different.

Up here, I get respect.

I call the shots.
Me and me alone.

I can't share that

because when it really
comes down to it,

that's the only thing I got.

So...

your offer is generous
and respectful,

and I appreciate it.

But still, I have to say no.

I'm not like the others.

I'm sorry, Joe. The answer's no.

Okay.

Then I withdraw my offer.

Have the money by Friday.

God help you if you don't.

Am I interrupting?

No.

I want to apologize.

We gotta be
in this house together,

we might as well make
the best of it.

What?

I'm just surprised.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna go play
bridge with the girls tonight.

Uncle Louie's gonna come by.

He's dropping off some prayer
candles I asked him to get.

I been doing a lot
of praying lately.

You gonna be around?

I think so.

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

Stella.

You got my word.

I'm never gonna lay a hand
on you ever again.

Before I die,
I seek only your forgiveness.

Please, put that down.

For now.

Did Elijah Muhammad
send you to kill me?

Upon my loyalty
to Allah, he did not.

Captain Henry and I removed
ourselves from the Nation.

You betrayed me,

you betrayed this woman,

and you betrayed Islam.

I envied you, Malcolm.

You were my brother
for 15 years,

and you tried to kill me.

I lost the woman I love,

the mosque I loved,

and the brother
I grew up with in this faith.

I don't deserve the breath
in my lungs.

You can take it if you wish.

I just want your forgiveness
before I die.

It's men like you
who'll someday get me killed.

Who endanger my family.

I will have to pray to Allah
to open my heart to forgive.

Because right now,
I'd like to see you dead.

Because it didn't seem
to be quite adding up.

Ellsworth, look who's here.

Well, hello, Bumpy.

Reverend Powell.

Good to see you.

The Reverend has asked me
to oversee

the Har-You program
as a deputy director.

That's great.

I can't think of anybody
better for the job.

Thank you, darling.

And as she will be assuming
a very public position,

we'll all have to keep
on the straight and narrow now,

won't we?

What's happening
with those tax-evasion charges

against you, Reverend Powell?

Are you gonna have
to face jail time for that?

Hung jury. Case dismissed.

It's funny how the law never
seems to touch you politicians.

Right?

The Reverend was just telling me

that he got government funding
for Harlem

in light of the riots.

I squeezed President Johnson
like a grapefruit.

That's great.

The Negro bank
is going to receive

a huge influx of cash.

Millions for the residents
of this community

in crisp, new government bills.

The Negro bank?

Yes, you've heard of it,
haven't you?

Liberty Bank of Harlem?

So, we gonna cut Reverend Powell
in on the score?

What would he say if he knew

he was the tipster
for a stickup?

The money's federally insured.

It'll go back into the bank
and back into the community.

Got 90 seconds.

Time it and be ready to blast
the fuck outta here, alright?

Alright.

Hands up! Hands up!
Get off the truck!

On your fucking knees!
On your knees!

Down! Down!

Be cool. You might get
out of here alive.

Shit.

Stop right there!
Drop the fucking bags!

Get down on the ground

or I'll blow
your fucking head off!

Come on, let's go, go!

Damn fool, why couldn't you
just leave it alone?

Time's up, time's up!
Come on!

Pettigrew, start the car!

And as we have seen over
the last difficult few days,

the Negro in white America
is viewed

as an agitator...

not the victim of injustice.

And when our community reacted
to this injustice,

we were pegged as hoodlums,

vandals, and criminals.

They say that actions
speak louder than words.

So let our actions tell heaven
who we really are.

And let them define us
before the eyes of God.

Uncle Louie?

That who the Lord
judges us to be

is who we really are.

Let us take him to Bumpy.

Forgiveness will be
the least of his worries.

We are a compassionate people

who have mercy in our hearts

for those who have wronged us.

As much as I want to,

I can't spill
a Black man's blood.

And I prefer Bumpy Johnson

not spill
a Black man's blood either.

Let Allah decide his fate.

And we know that
those who slander us

do not define us.

In a daring holdup
just hours ago,

masked gunmen robbed
the Liberty Bank of Harlem

of millions in cash
and bearer bonds.

Police in Harlem say the theft
must have been perpetrated

based on inside information,

given that the delivery
of substantial aid to Harlem

was known only to a few.

We are forged
in the image of God,

and God is love.

Aaah!

Aaaaaah!

Aah!

Aaah, aaah, aaah!

So if, by calling for justice,

we are deemed hoodlums
or vandals or criminals,

so be it.

Here's the money.

All $3 million.
And it's only Thursday.

Take it inside.

The Lord knows who we are

and that we are willing to die
for what we believe.

We would've made great partners.

There's one thing you guys
never seem to remember.

What?

Harlem?

It's mine.