Original subtitles

[tense music playing]

We seek the recognition and respect

granted to other human beings in America.

But then you said you wanted to join

Malcolm's new organization.

You tried to kill him.

- You still have feelings for me. - That's a lie.

Whoever controls the heroin controls Harlem.

You're gonna have to buy from me like every other motherfucker

in this town.

I'll need an executive assistant to coordinate my affairs.

Who better than you?

I wanted to have a little talk with you

about Malcolm El Shabazz.

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

That's not good.

It means I'm getting under their skin.

Call off this hit on Colombo.

I was lying about him trying to fuck me.

There's nothing I can do.

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

I take care of Colombo!

[gunshot fires]

Jesus fucking Christ!

I ran Harlem while he was away.

I provided protection for his daughter when he asked,

and to thank me, he sends the fuck-nuts Lombardi

to try and take me out.

Joe, you don't get it. It's about me.

You work with me, and I'll give you a piece.

A good piece.

I'd like you to meet Mr. Cyril DeGrasse Tyson.

I'm the new administrative director at HARYOU,

and I'm afraid... you're out.

[Bumpy] First the fuckin' UN,

now they blew up your goddamn house.

Let me protect you.

Brother Clyde thinks I hate Malcolm.

I have to play along if I'm gonna learn anything.

I hear rumors that you're helping Malcolm.

You told him to get close with Malcolm,

to be an informant.

There's another shipment, bigger than the one we had.

Come on, you and I-- let's handle it.

But things go well, this time tomorrow,

we'll be back in control of Harlem.

If you wanna bail, I'll go this alone.

Fuck it, I'd rather be dead than let Colombo take what's ours.

The Feds are coming here any minute.!

- I'm telling you right now! - [sirens wailing]

[Morgenthau] Take 'em down.

[indistinct shouting]

[laughs] Did you see the look on Columbo's face?

What if I stop selling narcotics?

- What would that look like? - Ugly.

I mean, narcotics is the backbone of your business.

[indistinct conversations]

At least do this for me.

I won't carry a gun.

I cannot guarantee the safety of this auditorium.

[gunshot fires]

I promise you, Malcolm...

one day, I'm gonna be the man that you wanted me to be.

[prosecutor] Mrs. Shabazz,

you have testified that you heard shots fired

at your husband, Malcolm X.

[Betty] That's right.

I went to the floor.

Everybody did.

I was sheltering my babies.

They were crying.

I heard more shots... screaming.

Everything was...

[sighs]

I got up on the stage.

[screaming, crying]

I tried to resuscitate him.

[voice breaking] I wanted to make him breathe again.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't make him breathe.

And I remember crying out,

"Why? Why?"

Who were you saying that to, Mrs. Shabazz?

I don't...!

[exhales shakily] I'm sorry.

It was all a blur.

[somber music playing]

I remember Malcolm...

his face...

it was beautiful...

...like he was sleeping next to me,

like he always sleeps next to me.

[sniffles]

A man was there with a gun, but...

but I don't remember.

I couldn't see, I couldn't think.

My life was over.

My life is over.

How many men with guns did you see that day

in the Audubon Ballroom?

Three men.

Would you please point them out to the jury?

The court will note that the witness has

identified the defendants.

And that man who was on the stage near you,

the one with a gun whom you said you knew...

I never trusted him.

He wanted to make it look like it was Malcolm's gun.

But Malcolm never had a gun.

No further questions, Your Honor.

All right. You may retire.

You killed him.

- [Betty] You killed my husband. - [gavel bangs]

- Mrs. Shabazz. - [sobbing] They did it!

They killed my husband!

- [gavel banging] - [judge] Mrs. Shabazz.

You killed him! They did it!

They killed him!

[judge] Bailiff, please escort Mr. Shabazz from the courtroom.

They killed my husband! They killed him!

[gavel banging]

Why did you kill him?!

[sobbing heavily]

[gallery murmuring]

[theme song playing]

[choir] ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Change ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[Swizz Beatz] ♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ I can hear death Calling my name ♪

♪ I can hear death Calling 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 ♪

[Rick Ross rapping] ♪ Lay on my Back watching the ceiling fan ♪

♪ I had a dream To touch a kilogram ♪

♪ Still at odds With the Irish mob ♪

♪ Rolls-Royce down Malcolm X Boulevard ♪

♪ Lord, these... really Out here preying 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 ♪

♪ Fat Boy got the big body ♪

♪ Coast to coast, I can shoot product ♪

[Swizz Beatz] ♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ I can hear death Calling my name ♪

♪ I can hear death Calling 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 ♪

[band playing upbeat jazz]

[humming]

♪ Sunny ♪

♪ Yesterday my life Was filled with rain ♪

♪ Sunny ♪

♪ You smiled at me And really eased the pain ♪

♪ Now the dark days are done ♪

♪ And the bright days are here ♪

♪ My sunny one Shines so sincere ♪

- Hey! - [singer] ♪ Sunny one so true ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ Ooh, sunny ♪

♪ Thank you for The sunshine bouquet ♪

♪ Sunny ♪

[band fades, somber music playing]

[band resumes playing]

[singer] ♪ And now I feel ten feet tall ♪

♪ Sunny, one so true ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ Oh, sunny, yeah ♪

♪ Thank you for That smile upon your face ♪

♪ Sunny... ♪

[lively, indistinct conversations]

[band continues playing in distance]

[chuckles] Nothin' to see here, Bump.

My gamblin' days is done.

There it is! [laughs]

Bumpy! Hey.

You got a lot of fancy-schmancy people here these days.

White people from downtown.

They like to dress up.

I can see that.

I gotta tell you, you know,

when you first told me you were gonna stop selling dope,

I thought it was the stupidest idea I ever heard.

But this is-- this is crazy.

You worried that Joe Colombo got out of prison yesterday?

Maybe.

That's what I thought.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna have to wait and see

how Colombo plays it.

Thirteen months in prison

don't put a guy in a good mood.

But if you don't want trouble,

you have to stay on my good side.

You're right, you're right. [chuckles]

We're friends, aren't we?

You see that table over there?

I'm gonna go back to that table,

and I'm gonna break your fucking back.

- Good luck. - I might need it.

Hey, Sammy, bottle of Johnny Black for my friend here,

Mr. Gigante. - That's what I'm talkin' about.

That's what I'm talkin' about!

Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

♪ I went to Chinatown ♪

Let's go! Let's go!

[applause fades]

[seagulls calling]

[somber music playing]

I don't understand what came over Betty.

Don't know why she said those things.

Well, she knows I hated Malcolm once.

That was a long time ago.

What difference does it make, Elise?

I didn't protect him.

I couldn't stop it.

You did everything you could.

Elise, listen.

They've offered me a deal.

Fifteen years if I confess.

Fifteen years. For something you didn't do?

The lawyers want me to take it.

Guess they think things ain't going so well out there for me.

I've got 24 hours to decide.

Don't you dare take that deal, Omar.

That's not justice,

not for you or for Malcolm.

I went around the world with Malcolm.

The CIA was all over him in Egypt.

The FBI had him tapped.

There's more to this than just the men who pulled the trigger.

Who was pulling the strings?

I'm gonna find out.

The people behind this are gonna pay for it, not you.

[Bumpy] You see this, Miss Willa?

Not yet. You just laid it on the table.

It's for phase II-- housing.

Yeah. But, Bumpy--

I want my workers to live someplace clean, new,

with every convenience.

Yes, but, Bumpy--

Of course, the new casino comes first.

We gotta generate money if we want to expand.

The bank turned down your loan.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

Liberty Bank refused it.

I thought that was already in the clear.

Me, too, but your friends at the bank

got vetoed by their board.

They said the risks are too big.

I'll go talk to them.

Bumpy, the truth is, without the narcotics,

you're running a deficit.

For now. I'm just ramping up.

I'm out of the duji business.

Without that loan,

you may be out of business... period.

[door bells jingle, man singing in Italian on radio]

How you doin'? How's everybody?

[laughs] Joe! Nice to see you.

- Joe. - [chuckles]

- [Gambino] You got sprung, huh? - Yeah. How'd that happen?

Good behavior.

Lucky man.

Here's what I wanna know.

What the fuck are we gonna do

about one of our own, Mr. Gigante,

who teams up with a Black guy to snitch on a boss

and put him behind bars for over a year?

Says you.

You ask me, you gotta bring the fuckin' hammer down.

What? Was he threatening me? You threatening me?

Of course not. I ain't stupid.

Oh, but that protection does not extend to Bumpy Johnson.

Oh, it extends, all right.

Bumpy's under my protection.

- Is that right? - Yeah, that's right!

[Lucchese] Hey, gentlemen, gentlemen.

Gentlemen, listen to me.

We make a lot of money from this.

Let's move past it, all right, please?

I ain't sellin' my dope to this punk.

[sighs heavily]

You cuttin' me out?

The fuck is this? Huh?

The fuck happened to this thing of ours?

This cocksucker...

he comes in here...

he's hunting for my head.

[chair creaks]

It's right here. You want it? Come and fuckin' take it.

I want my fuckin' dope, shithead.

You ain't gettin' it.

[Bumpy] I so appreciate you boys taking the time.

We always treasure these moments with you, Bumpy.

Especially when you don't give us a choice.

[chuckles]

So, you'll reconsider the loan?

The bank and its board discussed it,

and it was a resounding no.

Unless...

Their terms were outrageous,

- You'd never agree to it. - I'd like to at least hear it.

Uh, could you put that thing away?

We don't wanna upset you.

Go on.

$3 million is a very large sum.

And the board has reviewed the numbers.

They could conceivably grant the loan,

but only with sufficient collateral.

Sufficient collateral?

You'd have to put up every single property you own.

Your renovated Geechee, Bowery Lane holdings,

Palmetto Chemical, all of your stocks and bonds,

and-- - Your apartment.

You want me to put up my family home?

The bank is simply asking you to share the risk.

It's the best we can do, honestly.

Think about it.

You know where to find us.

[upbeat music playing on radio]

[knock on door]

♪ You keep sayin' you've got Somethin' for me... ♪

[sighs] Joe.

Can I come in?

Yeah, sure.

Surprised to see me?

I heard you was out.

Oh, you did? That's funny.

I didn't hear from you when I was inside.

I've been busy workin' for my dad.

So I heard, yeah.

Keepin' the books, things like that.

Oh, wow. Look at this.

You fixed the place up nice since I got it for you.

Nice, nice. Must be some cash comin' in, huh?

- What do you want, Joe? - I don't know.

Maybe you can help me.

Oh, yeah? Why would I do that?

Because you owe me.

Is that what you think?

You know how this bullshit began, Stella?

When you lied to your father about me comin' on to you.

I should've put you down for that.

But did I?

No. I forgave.

Created a position for you. I protected you.

What do you want from me, Joe?

So, your family controls the heroin,

but your father's blackballin' me.

- I need product. - So talk to him.

Call a meet.

Anybody I send, they'll refuse.

Anybody but you.

What makes you think he'll listen to me?

Don't play so dumb. All right? I hear what I hear.

Just get me a sit-down with your father, alone.

It's like I said, though, Stella.

You fucking owe me.

[door slams]

[upbeat music fades]

Oh, you have real estate in the Bronx you can sell.

[Bumpy] It won't bring enough.

If they'd asked for anything else...

but I'm not gonna put up our family home.

Well, I don't want you to have to put Palmetto, either.

[sighs]

I mean, there is one thing I can try.

What's that?

Well, there's the Harlem Revitalization Act.

Since the riots, the government's been

pouring lots of money into rebuilding Harlem.

You think the government would support me?

They should.

This plan of yours

would do more to revitalize Harlem

than whatever they can cook up.

Cyril DeGrasse Tyson is managing the fund.

That snake? He's the one who got you kicked out of HARYOU.

Well, let's hope he wants to make up

for that error in judgment. - Yeah.

Congressman Powell can set up a meeting, I'm sure.

Would help if he could join you.

I'm afraid he can't. He's in Bimini.

- He's on vacation, huh? - No. Hiding out.

Seems his fellow congressmen are trying

to have him censured for fraud.

- Serious? - [scoffs]

I gotta talk to you... privately.

What is it?

I ain't seein' no justice in that courtroom,

for Omar or Malcolm.

I try to stay out of courtrooms. You should, too.

Omar could spend the rest of his life in jail.

Omar is getting what he deserves,

just like those other fuckers.

You know that's not true. He's innocent!

I know you can do somethin'.

Fix a juror, buy that judge.

He plotted to kill Malcolm when he was with Elijah.

Do you not remember that?

He changed sides. Malcolm forgave him.

That's Malcolm's mistake.

That fucker should rot in jail!

[exhales shakily]

[somber music playing]

[horn honking, dog barking in distance]

Oh, yes. Huh?

[Chin chuckles]

[man singing in Italian on radio]

Colombo came for a visit.

He asked for a sit-down, just you and him.

- What the fuck? - He wants to buy junk.

Well, tell him to go fuck himself.

That would be a mistake.

Let him suffer.

Dad, you're leavin' money on the table--

[exhales sharply]

All right.

Get the guys outta here, would you?

Hey. Andiamo.

[door opens, closes]

What are you fuckin' doin'?

Huh? You contradictin' me now in front of the men?

Word on the street is I'm advisin' you,

so why I gotta hide? - It's not about hiding.

We have our thing here. You're a woman.

Yeah. They're a bunch of idiots.

Who gives a shit what they think?

Jesus Christ, Stella. Come on.

They're men.

Right? They're men, and you're...

[exhales deeply]

...you're you.

It's 1966, Dad. You know, things are different now.

Since I started workin' for you,

you're makin' more money than ever.

What else I gotta do?

Ohh.

This is crazy what's happenin' here.

This is-- This is crazy.

I don't know.

I guess...

I guess I just want more from ya, you know?

What do you want?

Oh, you could settle down,

maybe give me a grandson.

[sighs]

I'll let you know the second I'm pregnant.

In the meantime,

please just think about havin' this sit-down with Joe.

You know...

there's a lot of money in it.

Will you think about it please, Dad?

[prosecutor] Miss Johnson,

you admit you saw Omar Jones with a gun in his hand,

yet you insist he was not among the shooters.

Omar was there to protect Malcolm.

That's why he had a gun.

Now, is it true, Miss Johnson,

that you were in a romantic relationship with Omar Jones?

That has nothing to do with--

Yes or no, Miss Johnson?

Omar would have given his life to save Malcolm.

- Miss Johnson-- - I'm gonna say my piece!

What's happening here is not justice.

I don't know who was responsible for Malcolm's murder,

but it was not Omar Jones. - [judge] Miss Johnson.

The real killers are still out there.

[judge] Miss Johnson, that's enough.

If you want the truth, you should ask the CIA,

the FBI, the NYPD!

Miss Johnson, I'm warning you.

Do not force me to have you removed from this courtroom.

[somber music playing]

[murmuring indistinctly]

[upbeat music playing]

Thank you so much for seeing me, Cyril.

Congressman Powell is a big fan of yours,

and he begged me to meet with you.

Begged. [chuckles] Well, I'm flattered.

I do miss playing a role in our community,

and I-- I was thinking maybe I still can.

- Oh, really? - [Mayme] Yes.

Regarding the Harlem Revitalization Program--

you have millions of dollars to spend now, don't you?

$14 million has been earmarked for a new state office building.

Oh, well, of course,

that's a high-priority, state office building.

Hmm.

[plates clatter, paper rustles]

What the hell is this?

A state office building is one thing,

but how about nice places for people to live,

businesses for Harlemites to work in?

You mean gambling casinos and whorehouses?

I don't think so.

Look, Cyril, no matter what you think,

my husband has done more for Harlem

than any government program.

And he is out of the narcotics business.

Remind me to get him a medal.

What do you want from me, Mayme?

A government loan to build the new Harlem.

[scoffs]

Bumpy Johnson has a criminal record.

He can't be alone in that, Cyril.

I'm sorry.

When it comes to criminals, Mayme,

the government seems to only support white ones.

[sighs]

[knocks]

Joe.

How you doin', Stella?

[drawer scrapes open, glasses clink]

Can I get you a drink?

I'm good.

I spoke to my father.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

It took a little convincing...

but he'll sit with you.

All right.

I knew we could do business.

Not so fast.

He's still suspicious.

You want the narcotics,

I suggest you offer to overpay in the beginning.

Then as profits come in for the both of you,

I'll talk him down.

You'll talk him down?

You got some balls on you.

You're saying I should trust you?

I'm sayin' you're right. We can do business.

I'm gonna need to meet him in neutral territory.

You're gonna have to come to him.

No.

Bamonte's.

[train horn blows in distance]

[upbeat piano jazz playing in distance]

Let me bum one of 'em cigs, man.

What the fuck do I look like? A corner bodega?

Really? I'm your best fuckin' friend.

You won't gimme a cig?

Shit.

I'm trying to teach you self-reliance.

Nah, that ain't it.

- You're a cheap bastard. - [chuckles]

Ever since we got out of the duji business,

you've been hoarding dollars like an endangered species.

Hm.

Like my moms used to say,

go fuck yourself.

[man in distance] Yeah, man. This is legit, man.

All right now.

- You got my duji? - Show me the money.

Shit.

- That what I think it is? - What?

[man in distance] Yeah, yeah. We'll see you again.

Go. Get outta here.

[Chance] That's Rocco Fiorina.

- Shit. - Mm!

That Genovese piece of shit is pushing duji

in our territory?

- Motherfucker! - Motherfucker.

- Shit. - Motherfucker!

[Chin] All right, here we go.

[indistinct conversations, music playing]

[roulette ball clatters]

All right, that's fine. It's rigged.

Black is your lucky color, I guess.

I guess, yeah. H-Hang on a second, Bumpy.

Bumpy, hang on here. There you go, doll. Have a ball.

Let me talk to you about somethin'.

Listen...

I hear you're tryin' to buy buildings in the area.

What of it?

Well, I just heard that the city is givin' breaks to coloreds

who wanna invest in Harlem.

So?

So, you're expandin'.

I think that's a smart move.

You know, your instincts are good. I know you.

You're buildin' somethin' up, and I want in.

- I wanna be your partner. - I can't do that.

What do you mean, you can't do it?

I do all kinds of shit for you.

I gave you the fuckin' dope to sell without any interference.

Yeah, and I keep it off your territory.

What I'm plannin' has nothing to do with you,

and it doesn't involve the Five Families.

Everything involves us.

[Pettigrew] Bump.

We got a problem.

[tense music playing]

[Chance] Fuckin' guinea! You don't sell no duji here!

[Chance grunts, Rocco groans]

What the fuck you think you're doin'?

Oh, you just made a big fucking mistake, nigger.

You're a dead man. You know that?

I got Chin Gigante behind me.

Didn't I tell you...

that these blocks were off limits?

Mr. Gigante?

- Didn't I? - Mr. Gigante, I'm sorry.

[whimpering] Oh, please.

Please, I made a mistake.

You know what friends do for each other, Johnson?

Please, Mr. Gigante, please.

They do this.

[tense music playing]

[dog barking in distance]

[birds chirping]

Thank you, Agent Goodman.

The court will now hear the surveillance tape

from November 4, 1964,

recorded in the Newark, New Jersey, tea room

of Nation of Islam Mosque number 25,

entered into evidence as prosecution exhibit number 4764.

[Brother Clyde] You can be a great asset for us,

given all that you learned about Malcolm.

[Omar] That's why I came here.

I wanna help ensure your plans will succeed.

I wanna be on the front lines with you, Brother Clyde.

Because of your initial attempt,

I think it best you remain behind the scenes.

You just said I'd make a great asset.

I can tell you where Malcolm works, sleeps,

when his guards switch shifts.

- Which makes you a-- - [tape recorder clicks off]

Now, Agent Goodman--

That tape was a set-up, Judge!

Omar was tryin' to protect Malcolm.

- It's a lie! - [judge] Miss Johnson,

you will sit down and shut your mouth,

or I will charge you with contempt.

[somber music playing]

We need to expand our numbers business.

Move it to new territories.

Queens. Brooklyn.

Mnh-mnh. Bump, New York just legalized the state lottery.

It's killing the numbers, for everyone.

Damn, the government more corrupt than anyone.

I know where we can make some quick scratch to tie us over.

What's that?

Last night when Chin did that wop in front of the Geechee,

I lifted this from the trunk of his car.

Look at this.

We can cut this shit five ways to hell, sell it.

It'll be enough for you to start building your new Harlem.

[tense music playing]

Maybe it's fate, Bump.

Shit. You want me to cut it up?

No duji!

[sighs]

W-What are we gonna do with it?

You bringin' this shit back to me?

Just keep it off my streets.

You could have sold it. I would've never known.

I don't sell narcotics.

Yeah, but you need money to build this thing of yours.

I do.

All right, well, I'll finance the whole fuckin' thing.

You run it. It's 50/50.

[laughs]

No.

What do you mean no? It's a good fuckin' deal.

I've been working with the Italian mob my entire life.

You don't have partners. You have suckers.

Oh. Well, fuck you, too.

I knew you'd understand.

And you're welcome, by the way... friend.

[horn honks in distance]

[indistinct conversations]

Gentlemen.

I need your counsel.

What is it, chief?

[scoffs] Stella Gigante.

Acting like some kind of fuckin' boss.

Brokered a deal with Chin for me to get the heroin.

That not a good thing?

Yeah, but this motherfucker put me away for 13 months.

You think I can trust him?

Could be a setup.

- Fuck right it could. - We need the junk, don't we?

Sure. But there are other ways of gettin' it.

You know, I could buy it,

or I could just take it out of Chin's cold, dead hands.

You understand?

Whack a boss? Dangerous.

It's fucking crazy, Joe.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

He's got to go, is what you're saying.

Yeah. And you're gonna whack him-- at Bamonte's.

[scoffs] That ain't gonna be easy.

He's gonna be heavily guarded.

You just make sure that waiter from Bamonte's

doesn't show up for work.

When he's on his way in, you take him out.

[gasps]

[dramatic music playing]

[Colombo] Take his uniform and take his place.

And when you take care of that,

I'll get Chin settled at the table.

Let him get comfortable. Maybe have a glass of wine.

Then, when he thinks we're about to order food,

you come up from behind,

put two in the back of his skull.

[claps hands]

[Elise] Thank you for coming, Sister Sondra.

I don't know why I did.

Out of respect, I guess.

How I remember you when you were in the Nation.

I need to ask you.

You know they played a tape in court.

Omar and... your late husband.

I heard.

Elise...

I suppose I shouldn't blame you.

You're not your father.

You're not responsible for what he's done.

Sister Sondra...

You're not the one who got me hooked on heroin.

You didn't kill my husband.

Your father did those things.

Not you.

And I have to remind myself that.

Sister Sondra, there is an injustice

happenin' in that courtroom.

I know that matters to you.

Of course justice matters to me.

I think you know Omar had nothing

to do with killing Malcolm, and if you were to testify--

I know no such thing.

My husband disappeared nearly a week

before Malcolm was killed.

Just before I lost him,

I heard him tell Omar that Malcolm's death

would be against the wishes

of the dear Holy Messenger.

Omar refused to accept that.

Omar was lyin' in order to save Malcolm.

He knew Brother Clyde had firebombed Malcolm's house.

- He was afraid-- - I'm sorry. I'm not--

I'm not listening to this, and I will not stand for it.

I'm sorry, Elise.

You've been so good to me.

You saved my life.

But I can't help you.

Sister Sondra, listen to me.

We're through here.

[breathing heavily]

[seagulls calling]

Jury's still out.

Waiting for them is almost worse than serving time.

There's still hope, Omar.

I ain't got much of that left, Elise.

I shouldn't have told you not to take that plea bargain.

No, don't blame yourself.

I never had it in me to take that deal.

Now, I need you to listen to me, Elise.

[crying]

You gotta know when it's time to move on,

to get on with your life.

Mine's all done.

I'm gonna be inside from now on.

Here or somewhere.

No. [sniffles]

I don't accept that.

There's justice waiting for you.

I know it-- for you and for Malcolm.

I don't think so, Elise.

I don't think so.

You want justice? You better give up on that.

Justice is far away.

You got a life to live.

You go out there,

and you keep doing the work that Malcolm was doing.

You can still make things better for our people.

I ain't gonna give up on justice.

I can't. Not today, not ever.

And don't you give up, Omar. I won't let you.

Because this ain't over. You'll see.

I will find a way.

[crying]

I promise you, I will find a way.

♪ Hey, get 'em ♪

♪ Danger, danger ♪

♪ Money on his head, targets ♪

♪ Danger, danger ♪

♪ Money on his head ♪

♪ Murder on my mind, one at a time ♪

♪ I don't give a fuck ♪

♪ You can put him in the line ♪

♪ He's a danger, danger ♪

♪ Money on his head, targets ♪

♪ Danger, danger ♪

♪ Money on his head ♪

♪ Murder on my mind ♪

♪ Yes, one at a time ♪

♪ I don't give a fuck ♪

♪ You can put him ♪

♪ I can put 'em on ♪

♪ I'd rather get 'em gone ♪

♪ I won't be satisfied Until his body's in the morgue ♪

♪ Talkin' to the feds ♪

♪ Honey's in the bed ♪

All right, you stay here.

♪ Put his money on his head ♪

♪ Danger, danger ♪

♪ Money on his head ♪

♪ Danger, danger ♪

♪ Money on his head ♪

♪ Murder on my mind ♪

♪ One at a time ♪

♪ I don't give a fuck, You can put him in the line ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[horns honks in distance]

[Colombo] What the fuck is this?

Where the fuck is your father?

- He's at home. - Is he coming?

No.

So, tell me, Joe...

which of these guys are the hit men?

Is it the bartender? The waiter? The busboy?

[scoffs]

The busboy?

[clears throat]

You got one hell of an imagination.

Do I?

What did you think was gonna happen

after you kill the boss of the Genovese family?

There would be a big shootout, but...

what then?

You are way out of your league.

Am I?

You came to me with a business proposition.

I came through for you.

Why do you want to fuck all that up?

Do me a favor.

Remind me, Princess, just how the fuck

you came through for me, huh?

I went along with your plan to overpay in the beginning

in order to gain trust.

But now he ain't fuckin' here.

And I'm sitting across from you,

who's accusin' me of tryin' to fuckin' whack him.

I should whack him.

He put me in jail for a fuckin' year.

If you really wanna hurt him...

...why don't you kill me?

That could be a good revenge, for sure.

Put that fuckin' thing away, Stella.

Yeah?

Yeah.

[clears throat]

This how you see yourself now?

A negotiator?

What, you come in peace? Is that it?

You were right about one thing, Joe.

I owe you.

I want to make good on that.

How?

My father will sell you heroin,

but he wants you to deal through me

because he don't trust you.

Oh, well, that figures. But that wasn't the plan.

Well, that's what I got, Joe, so...,

you want to make a deal or not?

Yeah, just so I'm clear,

whatever you and I work out,

you're telling me he's gonna be okay with?

Yeah.

There's just one thing.

Well, what's that, I wonder?

I want a piece for myself.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but...

[clears throat] I'm imagining you ain't gone over

this particular deal point with your father.

[sighs]

It's a man's world, Joe, so...

Girl can't be too careful.

She's gotta watch out for herself.

- [man] Okay, bets are out. - [blows]

[man] Good luck, Pino!

Oh! Ah!

Yeah, all right, bring it over, bring it over.

Place your bet.

There we go. There we go.

[blows]

[man] Pino!

Again! Again! I can't be stopped.

- Winning streak? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Lady Luck has been fuckin' my brains out.

[laughter]

All right, put it on Pass. Let it ride.

- Bumpy, we gotta talk. - Not right now.

Ah, come on. We gotta talk.

- Hey. - Bumpy, we gotta go.

We gotta talk.

There we go. There we go.

Oh, fuck. Fuckin'...

I might've been a little harsh about the 50/50 split.

Yeah, so I'm willin' to do a 60/40 in your favor.

No.

Don't you see what I'm sayin' to you?

I'm sayin' that I believe in you and--

and what you're doing, and I think it's gonna be big.

What about "no" don't you get?

Yeah, I don't get it.

After everything I done for you.

What's that, exactly?

I made you rich by staying out of duji.

And you're alive because of me.

I whacked my associate so he'd keep his shit off your street.

Right? I protect you from the bosses.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be alive.

- You're alive because of me! - This ain't about you.

What I'm doing here is for me

and my people. Black-owned, no partners.

Well, ain't that fuckin' racist.

Call it what you want. I call it justice.

Justice, my ass!

You got that civil-rights shit up in your head?

You gotta come off your fuckin' high horse

and get back down here with us!

You and me. You and me. No, I don't get it.

I didn't think you would.

I'm not askin' to just be a partner.

I'm telling you,

I want to build this thing with you.

My whole fuckin' life,

I've been dealin' with you guys.

Not by choice, but because I had to.

I'm not doing it anymore.

I don't give a fuck what you wanna do,

what you don't wanna do. Okay?

I'm not fuckin' askin' you. I'm telling you.

You understand? You hear me now?

I'm tellin' you.

- So that's how it is. - Yeah, that's how it is.

And you should know better

because nobody does anything alone in our world.

Now, this is how it's gonna be.

You're gonna have me,

and you're gonna fuckin' pay me.

I'm sorry, Chin.

If you don't like it, get the fuck out.

Get the fuck outta here! There's the door.

Get out!

You're diggin' your own fuckin' grave.

[clerk] As to the defendant Thomas Hayer,

have you agreed upon a verdict?

[foreman] Yes, we have.

We find the defendant, Thomas Hayer,

guilty of murder in the first degree.

[clerk] As to the defendant Norman Butler,

have you agreed upon a verdict?

We find the defendant, Norman Butler,

guilty of murder in the first degree.

[clerk] As to the defendant Omar Jones,

have you agreed upon a verdict?

[foreman] We find the defendant, Omar Jones,

guilty of murder in the first degree.

[gallery murmuring]

[horns honking in distance]

I wouldn't blame you if you wanted something stronger

than a ginger ale.

Am I being delusional?

By selling duji, I can make enough money

to rebuild Harlem.

Not wanting to poison your community with drugs

isn't delusional.

Maybe it's just the grief talking.

[chuckles]

Over Malcolm?

Or maybe my husband is becoming the man

Malcolm inspired him to be.

Sometimes...

I feel like he's around me.

Like... Like he's right there.

I know. Me, too.

- My love. - Hmm?

Take Brother Dayton's offer.

That loan could ruin us if things don't work out.

And what of it?

I'd live in a box with you.

I know you would. [chuckles]

But I got others to think about.

Margaret, Elise.

You're building a casino.

Maybe it's time you should gamble on yourself.

[shuddered breathing]

♪ Remember me ♪

♪ Don't you forget me, child ♪

♪ We are all lonely here ♪

♪ Just for a little while ♪

♪ You remember When you were sick ♪

♪ You were crippled And you were lame ♪

♪ I stood by your bedside ♪

♪ Till you were On your feet again ♪

♪ Oh, yes, I did, now ♪

♪ I need you to hold My little tremblin' hand ♪

♪ I need you to just Stand right back ♪

♪ Oh, my, my, my, ooh ♪