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I really admire
how you stood your ground

- for your friend Malcolm X.
- He's my brother.

Malcolm and Che are gonna be
speaking at the United Nations.

That's just
between me and you.

I don't want nothing
to happen to Malcolm.

I would never betray
your confidence.

Chin Gigante put
a hit out on me--

something he couldn't have done
without your fuckin' approval.

I told Fineman
you tried to fuck me.

- Ohh.
- I'm sorry.

I got you into this mess.
I'll get you out.

One of those bosses
tried to have me killed.

We figure out who that was,
use it as leverage.

Oh!

Who'd you get to put
the hit out on me?

Gambino? Lucchese?

What the fuck does that
have to do with me?

He knows, Tommy.
He knows everything.

You not only put a hit out
on a boss's daughter,

you also fucked his wife.

Word gets out, you don't make it
past breakfast tomorrow.

I spoke with Sister Marny,

made her think
I was on her side.

And she pointed me to
Mosque Number 25 in Newark,

where Brother Clyde
and Sister Sondra

are crafting a plan
to kill you, Malcolm.

Why are you doing all this?
Why risk your life?

I wanted to redeem myself
through deed and not word.

You want me to convince Lillian
to go away with her husband,

and you won't tell me why?

Archie's been doing
some work for me.

And there's some people
that think

that he might be talking
to the Feds.

They could be right.

Ellsworth, what have you
gotten him into?

Oh!

God! Archie! Archie!

Archie Gaines--
the classified informant!

You left him wide-ass open!

I have no idea
who Archie Gaines is.

And there's a much bigger game
being played here.

It's about the fate
of this country.

I should've smelled
a rat sooner myself.

What?

You were the only one
I told about Malcolm

speaking with Che
at the United Nations.

Do you understand
what your friend is doing?

Partnering with Che Guevara,
a man who wants to have

communist revolutions
all over the world.

The buddy-buddy shit
with this Malcolm character

is gonna destroy your business,
if not your life.

If I get touched,
Operation Mongoose goes public.

I'm sorry, brother.
I don't trust you anymore.

This partnership is over.

What's that?

Ernesto Che Guevara,
Cuba's Minister of Industry,

arrived in New York
this morning,

set to address
the United Nations

General Assembly this week.

It's rumored
that he may be accompanied

by Black militant nationalist
Malcolm El Shabazz,

better known as Malcolm X.

Their appearance has been
deemed controversial

and even dangerous,

as U.S. officials worry

that these radicals
aim to perpetuate

the spread of communism
from the Soviet Union and Cuba.

You'd be a fool
to make that speech.

...the spread of communism...

And why is that?

...in other parts
of the world...

The CIA, the FBI.

The NOI, the KKK.

It's all part of
the wallpaper now, brother.

I didn't work so hard
to protect your ass

to watch you blow it.

♪ Right now

You haven't touched
your food.

♪ I know it's late

A man stops eating
when his mind eats him.

Talk to me, brother.

I lost Mayme.

I'm sorry to hear that.

♪ Please steal away

What was the trouble?

♪ Now, don't start thinkin'

I had to start
dealing narcotics again.

Things got... complicated.

One of our friends
was laundering money.

Got caught
in the crossfire.

♪ I know it's late

♪ Whoa, I can't wait

Bumpy, that's actually
part of the reason

I asked you here to breakfast.

Now, I'm sorry about Mayme.

I'm sure your love
for one another

will overcome these obstacles.

But I believe it's time for you
to dismiss the security detail.

No.

Are you serious?

We have United Nations security
as we prepare to speak.

It just doesn't work to have
ex-felons as part of the detail.

I'm sorry.

I'm forever grateful to you
for protecting my family and me.

But a man can't help anyone...

'til his own house is in order.

Don't let your home
collapse around you.

Rebuild.

You haven't worked this hard
for your own ass to blow it.

It takes
a lot of ingenuity

to kill two men at once,

but I think we've got
the perfect solution.

An M-20? Where the fuck
did you get this?

23rd and 10th.
Army Surplus store.

You bought this
in a store?

Well, that's the beauty.

Any schmo off the street
can walk in and buy one.

CIA--
plausible deniability.

Come with me.

This is
a demonstration model,

a fifth as powerful
as the one we'll repurpose.

Now, the shell is loaded
with Composition B.

If it hits, anything
within 50 feet is charcoal.

Che Guevara, Malcolm X.

Two commies, one stone.

♪ 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

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I don't want to waste your time,
so I'm gonna make this simple.

You take no action
against Che

that would endanger Malcolm
at the United Nations.

He's my brother.

He's my homeland.

You understand?

You want to protect
your friend?

Advise him not to show up.

Excuse me. I got a date.

You know what my father
always said?

The IRS is your friend.

- Friend?
- Mm-hmm.

I'd like to go down
to Washington

and personally blow up
their fucking headquarters.

♪ Pretty baby

You own all these
trucking companies, right?

Yeah.

You registered the trucks
out of state.

To avoid New York tax.

Why the fuck should
I pay them anything?

Exactly. You also own
all these gas stations.

♪ Pretty baby

I get it from all ways.

A piece of the union,
the trucking,

the fuel that goes
into the truck.

But you're collecting
four cents a gallon for the IRS

and you're paying them.
Why?

'Cause it's
four fucking cents.

Shit like that's what got
Al Capone thrown in jail.

- I got a better idea.
- Oh, yeah?

Keep the taxes for a year,

then go out of business
and start new companies.

♪ You need me by your side

For the gas stations?

Exactly. Then legally,
they can't collect.

You get to keep
the four cents,

which comes to about...
$1.8 million a year.

♪ Honey, you can run
to the west ♪

Oh, that big, beautiful
brain of yours!

Mwah!

See?
The IRS is your friend.

It's a philosophy
I picked up from my father.

Yeah, well...

maybe you can tell me what
his next move is gonna be.

How do you mean?

Well, he's gonna
come after me again.

Yeah. He will.

But how is anybody's guess.

Joe Colombo
is the devil himself.

He framed me
by making up lies

that I tried to kill
my own stepdaughter.

Heaven help us.

I'm scared, Father.

I'm sorry. I don't know
who else to turn to for help.

You must trust in the Lord, Olympia.

I want you to say
ten "Hail Marys"--

No! That is not
what I'm talking about.

I need your help.

I need you to straighten out
the situation.

Meet me outside
in five minutes.

You need to know Joe Colombo

is trying to destroy
our family, Lou.

Olympia, there is a plan
for all of us in this life.

We're given choices.

We must choose to put
our faith in God.

God.

Ohh...

God is the one who put us
in this position

in the first place, Lou.

Do you understand?
He turned our Stella into a rat.

He put her in the hands of
the devil himself, Joe Colombo.

And what can I do?

Do I have to
spell it out for you?

Joe Colombo is using the lies

to align the families
against us.

He wants to start a war.

You're gonna have to talk
to the other bosses.

You're gonna have to
tell them that your brother

will not tolerate
these lies!

I don't think it's a good idea
for me to get involved.

There are lives
at stake here, Lou.

You have to look
deep in your heart

and you have to
ask yourself...

"What would Jesus do?"

What would Jesus do?

Mr. Guevara, Mr. Johnson,

thank you for coming
to meet with us.

Mr. Guevara, any friend of
Malcolm's is a friend of mine.

Mm.

As for me.

As I no longer have my men
protecting Malcolm,

I come with a warning.

I have credible information
that CIA proxies are planning

to assassinate you both--
this week at the UN.

The CIA has been throwing
poisonous darts at Fidel

since '59.

Why would they hit
the bull's-eye now?

Because you're here.
On our shores.

And later this week,
they have you both

in the same place
at the same time.

With the world watching.

They'll stop at nothing.
I-I know these men.

Che's cause is our cause.

His words are for the good

of brown and black people
the world over.

What good can a man do for
blacks and browns if he's dead?

What do you do when faced
with an enemy?

Do you run? Do you hide?

I fight. I fight smart.

You and Malcolm should not be
in the same place

at the same time!

I should be serving you.

It helps for me to keep busy.

Keeps my mind occupied.

Really, Lillian, my problems
are nothing compared to yours.

Eat. You look like
you're wasting away.

Both of our husbands
involved in criminal activity.

Still can't believe it.

I will never forgive Bumpy

for involving Archie
in his affairs.

I thought
he knew better...

my Archie.

Now he's dead.

Oh, Lillian, my heart
breaks for you.

If you don't mind
my saying so, Mayme,

I never understood
how you could be

with a criminal
in the first place.

A good Christian woman
like you.

Bumpy has many sides.

You need to find yourself
a good man, a decent man.

A man like Archie.

And when you find him,
hold on tight.

Never let him
out of your sight.

Because maybe one day
he'll be gone...

- Oh, Lillian.
- Mnh.

Take my advice.

Stay away
from Bumpy Johnson.

And never look back.

Everything
in your autobiography

is in your own words.

I don't know
how you did it.

You got me to open up
about my past.

Hmm.

My mother,
my days as a hustler.

Well, I have to admit, it wasn't
easy gaining your trust.

You've only gained
75% of my trust.

That's better
than where I started.

What was it-- 20%?

Was it that high?

There is something, Alex,

that I've left out
of my autobiography.

Oh, yeah?

I've been writing
about it in my diary.

I'm thinking about turning it
into another book.

But I'm afraid my time
may be running out.

I may not write that book.

I may not live to see
this one published.

I don't like
hearing you say that.

You know I've always been keen
on not wasting time,

and I don't want
to waste yours.

There's another chapter
we must write.

- About what?
- Bumpy Johnson.

The gangster.
What about him?

I want to explain
our friendship

and why white society

should fear him
even more than they fear me.

Thanks for agreeing
to meet me.

I agreed to talk.
This isn't a date.

I know.

It's for Lillian.

I'll be sure she gets them.

I wish this could've
all been avoided.

Yes.
If he'd never met you.

I tried to help Archie.
This is not my fault.

It's the same old story.

I've heard it before.

Anyway, I didn't come here
to talk about that or us, so...

No?

I want to ask you
for a favor.

A favor?

- You have your nerve.
- For Malcolm.

- What about Malcolm?
- He's in serious danger.

I want you
to talk to Powell,

see if he can put
Federal agents on him.

Trustworthy ones.

Is this really
about Malcolm?

That why you're here?

Well, I'd plead to
have you come back home,

but I know
that's not gonna work.

So... yeah,
I'm here for Malcolm.

Adam's in Washington.

I'll have to talk
to Roy Wingate.

- Thanks.
- Is there anything else?

Yeah.

I love you.

Come home.

Gentlemen, I want
to thank you all again

for agreeing
to meet with me.

I'm very honored
to be here.

Well, the honor is really ours
there, Father Louis.

I haven't been to church
for a long time.

Your being here
makes me feel good.

How can we help you,
Father?

As God is my witness,

the concerns I'm about to convey
are not my own.

They come from
my brother Vincent,

who, you know,
remains in prison.

If Chin has a beef,
let us hear it.

My brother seems to think
that there are rumors

about his wife
and-- and daughter

that are being spread for the
purpose of creating division.

And he's concerned that
this could lead to violence.

Naturally, he wishes
to prevent this.

Naturally, Father.

My brother is...

of the belief
that you, Joe Colombo,

have falsely accused
his wife, Olympia,

of trying to kill
his daughter, Stella.

Father, I was entrusted
with protecting Chin's daughter

from men who tried to kill her.

Unfortunately,
to this day,

we still don't know
who that was.

I've never said a word
about Chin's wife or daughter

to anyone.

Gentlemen, I--

I don't mean
to cause problems.

My message is simple.

Stop these rumors.

And keep my brother
in-- in your prayers

that he may be
released soon.

I'm sure he will.
Is there anything else, Father?

There is one more piece
of information

that I've been asked
to convey.

My brother has lost all faith
in Joe Colombo

to look after
his affairs in Harlem.

He wishes it to be known
to all of you

that he and Joe Colombo
no longer have any agreement.

What?

I hope my words have helped

to lower the temperature
between you all

and that we will avoid
any unnecessary violence.

Good day.

That motherfucker!

What kind of fucking priest
is this?!

He just threw a hand grenade
into the commission!

It can't have been his idea.

My guess is that Olympia
put him up to it.

She's probably terrified

my father's gonna find out
and kill her.

It's safer for her if he's
at war with you and the others.

So what do you recommend we do?
Kill Olympia?

No.

The man my father trusts most
in this world is Uncle Louis.

The trick's to convince him
that Olympia's lying.

Oh! How do I do that?

I'm not sure.

I gotta nip this in the bud.

The other families may side
with Chin in a war,

even though they know
I'm telling the truth!

What are you gonna do?

I've never killed
a priest before.

First time
for everything.

Joe, please don't do that.

What if I don't
have a choice?

Uncle Louis is
the one member of my family

who's always been good to me.

Just let me speak with him.

Please?

Y-Yes. Yes, sir.
I understand. But--

Okay.

Thank you
for your time.

Police commissioner refuses
to put any men on Malcolm.

Adam called him personally
from Washington.

He also called the mayor

and Assistant
District Attorney Pike.

He's very concerned,
as you are,

but there's pushback
from law enforcement.

- Of course.
- The usual excuses.

Not enough manpower.

And with Che being in town,
they're using extra men to guard

against Cuban agitators
and communist spies.

Malcolm's the one
they should be protecting.

After his trip
from Africa,

he's more influential than ever
and more feared.

Because he's helping to fight
for a more just world.

Why is that so scary?

Maybe people are afraid
of what they don't know.

I mean, we don't know
what a world with equality

would look like, do we?

No.

You have to convince Malcolm
to stay away from the UN.

He's been breaking his back,

struggling to put a coalition
together for months.

He won't get another
opportunity like this.

Talking about the NYPD,

the FBI, the CIA.

All puppet-masters.

How many chances will he get
to take the world stage

with someone like Che?

Tell me about the guards.

He peeled me off.
Who's on him now?

He's got about 30 followers
who were Fruit of Islam,

so they have
some background.

And the United Nations
is providing security

for the event.

You gotta talk him
outta this.

He's a--
He's a sittin' duck.

It's almost like he knows
he's gonna die.

He's accepted it.

He's tired of running.

There's no way anybody's
gonna talk him out of it.

Not you. Not me. Not Betty.

Not anybody.

Then for your safety I can't
condone you sitting by his side.

What you do or don't condone

stopped mattering to me
a long time ago.

But I'll keep my eyes open
and my eyes to the ground,

like you taught me.

Twenty blocks around the UN
will be completely shut down.

Pedestrian checkpoints
at every crossing.

NYPD in full engagement,
coordinating 150 motorcades.

What about the Feds?

The Feds'll have
40 first-rank USMC snipers

on every building top.

What's this?

Staging a protest
as a distraction.

That's where they'll
be expecting trouble--

the protesters.

Got mostly, uh, señoritas

from whatever's left of
Operation 40 in Union City.

Fantastic.

Yeah. Yeah.

East River-- Zones 1 and 2--
completely shut down.

No commercial vessels
from 35th to 59th.

So how the fuck are we gonna
kill these two commie bastards?

Queens? Long Island City?

So we got to figure out
how these motherfuckers

are gonna hit
Malcolm and Che

with all the security
at the United Nations.

Rifle hits,
if they're professional,

work off triangulation
of crossfire.

You can't do that
with two targets.

First one's down,
all hell breaks loose.

The odds of hitting the second
go down to zero.

Pettigrew, go now--
stake out Battle's.

I want to know who's coming
and who's going, alright?

You got it, Bump.

NYPD and the Feds are
pullin' out all the stops.

Shit's sealed tight.

They gonna have to
get real creative.

And they will.
Don't doubt that.

Want I should call my boy
Crawford in the 13th Precinct?

See if he's heard anything
around the campfire?

Later. First, I want you to send
a message to Wild Bill Harvey

and do a little recon.

You alright?

Yeah.

Anything you wanna
jaw about?

You're not a praying man.
I'm not a praying man.

But before you go
to bed tonight,

let's hit our knees
for Malcolm.

A man like Bumpy Johnson
is more than just a criminal.

He's a-- a hyper-intelligent,
fearless,

self-made man
who knows who and what he is

and takes pride in being
an unstoppable force.

He's forged
in the fires of adversity

and willed himself to be a king
in the white man's jungle.

A man like that
can change the world.

And has Bumpy done so?

Not yet.

It's a project
I'm still working on.

Look, Malcolm...

maybe writing this chapter
isn't such a good idea.

I need future generations
to understand

why I'm friends with a man
who, on the surface,

is morally against
everything I believe in.

Society judges men like Bumpy
because they're scared of him,

just like
they're scared of me.

You have your faith.

How does a man like Bumpy
transform like you?

By believing in something
bigger than himself.

And what is that?

A vision...

of a future that's so real
you can taste it.

A world where we are
honored and equal,

where past hurts
no longer haunt us.

Where a man
like Bumpy Johnson

can apply his
considerable intelligence

to pursuits that have
nothing to do with narcotics.

When the black gangster gains
political and social conscience

and makes the so-called "ghetto"
his homeland

and treats her with the--

the respect a true
homeland deserves,

white America will tremble.

Mm.

May God be with you.

Father Louis,
why would you try

to start a war
against Joe Colombo?

Stella?
W-What are you doing here?

I'm here to tell you
that Olympia's full of shit.

She's lying to you.

She got Tommy Lucchese
to send one of his men

to kill me,
but I managed to kill him first.

Have you been taking
your medication?

I'm not crazy,
Uncle Louis.

You know how vengeful
Olympia can be.

No. I don't believe that.

And-- And why in God's name
are you siding

with Joe Colombo
over your own family?

I'm siding with truth.

I thought as a man of God
you would, too.

Olympia is a good
and kind woman.

She would never be
a part of a murder.

Why are you doing this?

Even after you had Vincent
arrested he forgave you.

He's your family.
He stuck by you.

Why can't you do the same?

It's a dangerous game
you're playing with Olympia.

I'm actually trying
to help you.

Joe Colombo would
just as soon whack you.

Devil spawn! These are the words
of Beelzebub himself.

He's clearly taken possession
of your soul.

You get out
of my confessional!

And don't come back until
you're ready to repent!

I'll say ten "Hail Marys"
for you, Uncle.

You're gonna need them.

- Good evening.
- Go on ahead.

Thanks for seeing me.

Well, I hear you got
something good. Lay it on me.

Well, as you know, my boss has
been protecting Malcolm X.

Yeah.
That's, uh, old news.

Well, I'm here to tell you
that you have an ally.

- An ally? Is that so?
- Yeah.

'Cause I hate that big-mouth
motherfucker more than you do.

Why is that?

What some of my people
fail to understand is--

America-haters
like Malcolm X,

they don't help the cause.
They fuck it up.

So I'd love to see
that motherfucker smoked.

Yeah, you know,
people tend to forget

that this is
a great fucking country.

You're damn right.
I fought for this country.

Yeah, I know.

Delbert C. Chance. 503rd.

All-black field
artillery battalion.

2nd Infantry.
Silver star.

That's me.

Do you know why
the Civil Rights Act passed?

Why Negroes are now
getting elected to office?

Because guys like me
eliminate impediments.

- Impediments?
- Well, to democracy.

I keep the train tracks
clear of impediments

like Malcolm X
who just want to blow shit up

instead of working to improve
the Negro situation over time.

I keep the train
moving forward.

So how can I help you
clear the tracks?

Well, mostly by
cutting the shit.

Whether you actually hate
Malcolm X or not,

we both know you are
more loyal to Bumpy Johnson

than anyone or anything.

So as I respect your service
to this country,

I will afford you 30 seconds
to say what you came here to say

and then get the fuck out.

Bumpy wanted me to remind you--
in case you forgot--

that he's still got
this little bedtime story

called
Operation Mongoose.

You tell Bumpy Johnson

that Malcolm X's UN speech
is a greater threat to America

than any fringe article
he might...

cook up
about Fidel Castro.

Bumpy should tell his friend
to keep his fat mouth shut

about revolution
in the streets of America

if he wants to keep Betty
from becoming a widow.

Thank you for your time.

Bumpy.

Hey. How'd it go?

That Wild Bill
is one fat, crazy fucker.

He don't fuck around at all.

But I got a good look at things,
just like you wanted.

I saw an artillery box
in his office

with the word "Stovepipe"
printed on it.

- Stovepipe?
- Yeah.

In the war, that's what we used
to call M-20 rocket launchers.

Bunker-busters--
used for blastin' tanks

from up to 1,100 feet.

Long-range weaponry.

East River's only about
900 feet from the UN.

They could
launch that thing

anywhere from up and down
the shoreline

off 50th Avenue
at Hunter's Point

all the way up
to the Pepsi-Cola sign.

Crazy. But smart.

They could avoid all of the cops
on the UN perimeter.

On my way in,
I saw a fruit truck.

Now, that
"fruit cart" tactic--

that shit goes way back
to the Civil War.

They had weapons
in those things.

Alright.
What you wanna do?

Tomorrow,
before the speech,

you and Pettigrew are gonna
cover from Hunter's Point

all the way
to the Pepsi sign,

see if you can find
that fruit truck.

Alright.
What about you?

I'm gonna have to cancel
Malcolm's schedule for the day.

I'm sorry, Lillian.
Am I interrupting?

It's okay, Mayme.
Mr. Gilford was just leaving.

You must be
Mrs. Johnson.

I've heard so much
about you.

You have my agency's card.
We'll be in touch.

Who is that man?

He's one of the best private
detectives in the country.

I've just hired him
to find Archie's murderer.

What are you
talking about?

I can't trust the police.
They're doing nothing.

Between you and me, we can
bring whoever's guilty to jail.

But Archie was involved
in my husband's businesses.

That's our first clue.

But a private detective
could put Bumpy in jeopardy.

So what?!

You fight for social justice,
don't you?

How about
regular justice?

Lillian, you're going to
put my husband in danger.

Your husband can burn in hell,
for all I care.

And you should feel
the same way.

Now, Archie was up to his neck
in criminal activities,

just like Ellsworth.

He didn't deserve
to die for it!

Bumpy tried to save him.

- You're on his side?!
- You bet your ass I am.

- Call that man off.
- I will not!

- Call that man off.
- I will not!

Now, I know you don't want me
to rip that wig off your head

and parade you
down St. Nick.

Dial.

You know me?

I told him he shouldn't have
talked to you that way.

If it wasn't for you,
he'd be dead.

If he knows what's good for him,
he'll mind his business.

Let's go.

Well, the parts are heavy.
Needs to be assembled on site.

Axis, shield plate,
base-skis, launch tube.

We'll load it in the back
of a fruit truck for cover.

I have a bunch of crates of
apples and bananas in the back.

After the hit,
going over the bridge.

You'll position on the crest
right here--

the bank of the Adam Metal
Supply Plant on 50th Avenue.

Now, we've arranged for you
to use their garage

as cover if need be.

The truck will leave
from here?

Yeah. But you're gonna be
in place and ready to go

by the time Che arrives
at the United Nations.

And the coordinates?

40.748 and 73.968.

Very good.

Your target is the third floor
of the General Assembly

where Che and Malcolm
will speak.

Make your shot.
You hop in the truck,

and you deliver whatever
bullshit fruit we left you.

Alright.

Go take a peek and make sure
the launcher's properly hidden.

Then go kill
these bastards.

- Copy that.
- Copy that.

Give them hell.

Those are great guys
you have.

It's a shame.

Easy to clean?

Clean?

No family, records,
permanent address, right?

My understanding was
they would only be eliminated

in case of an arrest.

Succeed or fail, we were never
gonna leave them alive, Jose.

I thought
you understood that.

We're not playing
Monopoly here.

What is this?
What is this, Bumpy?

I'm sorry, Malcolm.
You're not going to the UN.

- I'm afraid I am.
- I can't allow it.

This is the single most
important opportunity

I've ever had to build
a coalition for our people.

Or it's a deathtrap.

Have you lost your mind?

Brother Malcolm,
if Brother Johnson

has what he deems
as credible information...

I'm tired of
running scared.

I made a vow
to protect you.

And that's what I'm doing.

Man, I wish this car
could go faster.

Yeah. We just need to
get by the water.

- Stay by the water.
- Okay.

As the world watches,

Che Guevara is minutes away
from taking the stage

at the United Nations
in New York City,

while thousands of concerned
citizens take to the streets

to protest his message
of revolutionary communism

as a threat to our democracy.

Also slated to speak
is Malcolm X,

who has joined forces with Che

in what promises to be
another incitement of violence

on the streets of urban centers
throughout our nation.

I want your protection dismissed.

Now, please move out
of the way so we can go.

You gonna shoot me, brother?

I'll shoot you in the
goddamn foot if I have to.

You're not going anywhere.
Don't make me do it.

Security is tight
as Che Guevara

makes his way through a hall

packed with diplomats
and reporters.

He and the rest of
the Cuban delegation

take their place
in the General Assembly.

However, still no sign
of Malcolm X.

I won't forgive you
for this.

Mr. Guevara takes his place

at the podium
of the General Assembly.

Let's listen in.

I welcome
this opportunity

to speak to the Nations
of the World.

Many of whom fear me...

and my people,
the Cuban people.

But why do they fear us?

Because we are willing to die
for what we believe in.

That's it.

Homeland or death.

That is the question
all Cuban people

should ask in the face
of the aggressor

who see our freedom
as a danger to theirs.

Why would any revolutionary
die for their cause?

Because their cause is just.

And although we don't have
the power of a United States,

the fact that we are willing
to die makes us more powerful.

I will never quit.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- Okay. We got it. We got it.

If you tremble with indignation
at every injustice,

then you are a comrade of mine.

To all revolutionaries
around the world,

if you want justice
and equality,

ask yourselves,

are you willing to die?

Homeland or death.
That is the choice.

And whatever your cause is--

civil rights, economic freedom,
or racial equality--

never surrender.

I have a wish.

It is a fear, as well...

- I think it's over there.
- ...that my end will be by...

Okay.
We're almost at it.

Where's my rifle?

And each one of us alone
is worth nothing,

and so we fight.

We fight for
our independence...

...and hear well
our cry of battle.

Patria o muerte.

iVenceremos!

It seems your precautions
were unnecessary after all.

I suggest you take your men
and leave.

For good.

Have it your way, Malcolm.

Let's go, fellas.

Baby.

Oh.

I can't live without you.

It is as simple as that.

I've been so lost.

So lost.

I am glad you got me
to write this chapter

on Bumpy Johnson.

I understand your thesis--

that a society that denies
the opportunity to the black man

can only expect him
to become an outlaw.

And as legitimate
opportunities grow

with our
civil rights movement,

the black gangster
will have to shift

his unique skills
to larger social purposes

than simply
his own enrichment.

No, Alex.

I was wrong.

What are you doing?

Maybe a man like Bumpy Johnson
can't change.

Maybe he's stuck
in that hidebound

"Negro ain't nothing
but a criminal" mode.

I want nothing more
to do with him.