All language subtitles for Godfather of Harlem - S01E07 - Masters of War

The Families are very concerned

about the situation in Harlem.

After the riot at Fidler's,
I was given permission

to buy junk from any Italian source.

I chose Bonanno.

But Bonanno had to pay a tax to Chin.

He goes behind my back,
and he sells supply to Johnson.

There may be another
way to settle this debt.

Can you please tell this Committee

another person who can
further our knowledge

of the Five Families?

There's an inside man.

He's not Cosa Nostra.

- Who is he?
- Guapo Boricua.

Betrayal never comes from your enemies.

You always know where they stand.

Teddy Greene. That's her boyfriend.

It's gonna be a great demo.

Your father ain't
gonna rest until he's dead.

You'll be killin' me, too, if you do it.

I need your help.

What are we gonna do about Esther?

She could bankrupt you.

Margaret don't know I'm her mama.

I'm her mama.

I don't know what brought me back here.

I hate myself out there.

Who taught you to hate yourself

from the top of your head
to the soles of your feet?

My father.

Minister Malcolm tells me

that you are new to the Sisterhood.

I am, Dear Holy Apostle.

I'd like you to be my eyes and ears

within the walls of Mosque Number Seven.

He mentioned my son Lorenzo.

It's been six years, Frank.

What did you do?

I hired a couple of guys
to make Lorenzo disappear.

I buried his body in the
basement at Fidler's store.

I know it wasn't easy
to do what you did.

Easy to kill a snitch.

Not so easy to kill a friend.

Yeah. I know.

I appreciate you settling
your debt with me.

So do the other Families.

Show your appreciation.

I need more duji.

I can't go behind Chin's back again.

If you want to sell drugs in
Harlem, I got to pay his tax.

I can move double what he does.

A thousand kilos a month.

You're not listening. He's
going to know you got it from me.

You can smuggle it in from Montreal.

Transfer it to me in Maine.

I can act like I got
it from the Corsicans

or the Chinks on Delancey Street.

I'll say one thing...

You ain't lazy.

Yeah.

I'm not lazy.

You know my son was killed
by a nigger gang uptown.

Didn't know.

- Sorry.
- Never found his body.

Never knew who did it.

I built this mausoleum,

but my wife refused to have a funeral.

Every day she goes to St.
Mary's and lights a candle,

prays for him to come home.

But I know he never will.

Sorry about that.

Yeah.

You know why I'd love to sell
a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy?

It's not 'cause of the money.

Why?

'Cause every miserable street junkie,

every skinny kid who goes to bed hungry

because his mama is looking for a fix,

every nigger baby born with a habit

makes me happy,

makes my heart sing.

'Cause I want your people to suffer

like me and my wife have been suffering.

But I'm not gonna go to war
with Chin over drugs in Harlem.

And I don't think you want that, either.

Looks good, man. Velvet bar,

could've get that Pink
Pussycat lit up tonight.

- Ohh!
- Better watch it, man.

Bonanno agrees to keep
selling us the duji?

He doesn't want a war with Chin.

The Chinese on Delancey are
bringing in some good shit.

But them motherfuckers,
they... they just want

to supply their own community.

They won't even meet with us.

Now, I might have a line on
that Lebanese source, "The Arab".

He's moving some big weight from Turkey.

Yo, we need to score, fellas.

Our supply's about to run out.

Yeah, what... what we gonna do, Bump?

I'm not lazy.

Bonanno may not want a war, but...

maybe I do.

War against who?

Chin against Bonanno.

They go at each other,

Bonanno won't care
about paying Chin's tax.

He'll sell us the dope.

But how... how we gonna do that?

Gonna... plant the seeds.

I got Chin's daughter in my camp.

Maybe I can get something from that.

Hey.

Bonanno told me that his kid
got killed by some Negroes

back in '57.

What about that?

Need you guys to do some digging.

The Families want peace.

If they find out you're involved,

you gonna have all of them on your ass.

Fuck them. Fuck them!

If you only knew the shit
that they make me put up with.

Is this about Guapo?

Fuck Gua... It's not
about fucking Guapo!

It's about getting these
motherfucking guineas

to kill each other off.

This is our war of independence.

Only they're gonna do all the fighting.

I told you this guy's off his rocker.

The Bureau can't expect
any valid information

from this lunatic.

Thank you.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

This robe smells like cat piss, Vincent.

How long are you gonna keep this up?

What? Uh, you know, it
keeps the Feds off my back.

It's my strategy.

It's your strat...

Your strategy? To what?

To embarrass me in front
of the whole neighborhood?

Because everybody is whispering
behind your back in bingo now.

That's just the way it is.

What, you want me to go to jail, right?

No. I don't want you to go to jail.

In fact, you know what, Vincent?
You can do whatever you want.

You can walk around the
neighborhood like a strunz.

God bless you.

It's your life.

Do whatever you want.

Hey.

Hey.

I want to thank you for all
you done for me and Teddy.

Putting a guard at his momma's house?

That ain't no big deal to me.

If my father knew you were helping me,

it'd be even worse than
me stealing his dope.

Yeah.

That's why I asked you here.

I got you.

You and Teddy gonna be fine.

I'm gonna put his contract,
uh, from Bobby Robinson

over to Royal Chord Records.

Why?

Joseph Bonanno is the
money behind that label.

Joseph Bonanno?

I spoke to him about taking
over Teddy's contract.

If Teddy's contract's under
Bonanno, then he's protected,

and your father, he can't touch him.

That's the way it works. You know that.

But you're gonna have to
explain that to Teddy, alright?

My father hates Bonanno.

He may hate him, but he
can't touch his property.

Please don't involve Bonanno.

Why not?

Why not?

Bobby Robinson ain't gonna
want to give up that contract.

He thinks Teddy's a star.

Leave that to me.

What do you want in
return for helping me?

What are you after?

Nothing.

Nobody wants nothing.

Hmm.

I don't know, Father.

I been with a lot of girls,
but this is something different.

I mean, she is tough,

and I respect that.

You know, I want to settle
down. I want to have kids.

I never felt that way before.

Love is the language through
which our Lord speaks.

Her father's my boss.

He asked me to take care of something,

and she didn't want me to do it.

You see what I mean?

So I didn't take care of it
because she didn't want me to,

and now that puts me
in dutch with my boss.

I'm not sure I follow.

Have you been to see me before?

No, Father, no.

This is my first
confession in a long time.

It's about this...

Do I listen to my boss,
or do I listen to my heart?

You must listen to the Lord our God.

Yeah.

Of course. That goes
without saying, but...

He makes it hard.

He's testing your faith.

If you do good,

He will reward you with good.

But if you do bad,

you will reap a bitter harvest.

So, basically, you're saying

don't break any of the Commandments.

Uh... yes.

Mm.

That's what they told
me last time I was here.

Thanks, Father.

Being off the junk makes the
truth that much more clear.

I'm grateful to you, Brother Minister.

No, be...

be grateful to Allah, Sister.

You have completed the
Muslim Girl Training,

and today you will
receive your MGT uniform.

So, have you told Bumpy
about your commitment here?

I'm not ready to see him yet.

All in good time.

I haven't been fully honest
with you, Brother Minister.

About what?

When I went on the visit last month

with the Dear Holy Apostle,

he asked me to be his eyes
and ears here at the Temple,

concerning you and all.

Something about that
don't sit right with me.

Your task

is to follow the instructions
of the Messenger.

Been talking to folks,

and it seems there are people in
Chicago who are jealous of you,

maybe even some here in New York.

Sister, have faith in Allah.

Keep your mind right.

I'm fine. I have nothing to hide.

Minister Malcolm,

I think you are the most
inspiring, incredible man

I have ever met.

Trust me, Sister.

I have my flaws.

There are times I fear
for you, Brother Minister.

We're all going to die, Elise.

It's just a matter of when.

Good day, Sister.

That beautiful little
girl ain't doing no drugs.

First thing I did was call the school.

The nun said she was absent today.

Absent? She's never
cut school in her life.

I'm sure Margaret is fine.

She's missing!

Oh, my God. I need something
to steady my nerves.

Have you told your husband?

- No.
- Hadn't you ought to?

Absolutely not!

I shouldn't.

Uh, I mean...

Bumpy has got enough on his mind.

And quite honestly, I'm afraid
of what his reaction would be.

- How about going to the cops?
- Please.

You need someone to help you find her.

I think you should tell Bumpy.

You know, Bumpy...

He has already lost one daughter.

I can't let that happen to him again.

I'm just an old woman.

Reverend Powell is like a movie star.

Once he said what he
did, my life was ruined.

You're referring to
Reverend Powell's appearance

on the "Lester Wolff Show"?

Yes, Your Honor.

I couldn't believe the type
of slander I was hearing,

accusing me of being a
"bag lady" for the mob?

That's exactly what you are!

Adam.

I'm a God-fearing woman.

The idea that I could be involved

in the types of things that he
was talking about is ridiculous.

And how did this affect
your life, Mrs. James?

My life's been threatened.

I walk in fear and terror.

And the Oscar goes to Esther James!

Adam!

"A hypocrite with his mouth
destroyeth his neighbor,

but through knowledge, the
just shall be delivered".

You're not the only one
that can quote Proverbs.

"As a golden jewel in a swine's snout,

so is a woman without discretion".

Reverend Powell, I'm
trying to arbitrate damages.

Snide comments aren't helping your case.

I can't walk down 125th
Street without being harassed.

I'm a senior citizen.

I've been spit upon,
called obscene names...

... even shunned by
my friends at church.

His church.

Oh, Merciful Father.

I feel like David must have

up against ole Goliath.

She wants $200,000.

Bumpy Johnson says he knows this woman.

I need him to set this
crazy Sapphire straight.

You hear him whispering over
there to his Step-and-Fetchit.

"Thou cometh to me with a
sword, a spear, and a shield,

but I cometh to you in
the name of the Lord!"

Are you kidding me?

Me, too.

Come on. We don't bite.

How can I help you?

I appreciate you seeing me, Mr. Gigante.

I apologize for taking up your time,

but everyone knows that you're
the man of influence in Harlem.

So, what's the problem?

A while back, your
daughter came to see me.

She wanted me to listen to a
musician named Teddy Greene.

He's special. So I signed him.

Your daughter has good
taste, Mr. Gigante.

Go on.

This morning, these two
Italian men came to my store,

beat me up, and forced me
to sign Teddy's contract

over to Royal Chord Records.

So, what the fuck you
want me to do about it?

Since Teddy's a friend of your daughter,

I thought maybe that you could
help me get my artist back.

I'm telling you he's gonna be big.

I could cut you in.

Of course.

Yeah, I'll look into it.

Y-You know where this Teddy Greene is?

Well, that's the thing.
I can't seem to find him.

I was thinking maybe you
could ask your daughter.

Alright, we'll get back to you.

Thank you, Mr. Gigante.

What the fuck was that about?

Joe Bonanno owns Royal Chord Records.

Not on paper, of course,
but he controls it.

So Bonanno's trying to fuck with me?

Yeah. Maybe he's trying
to rub it in your face

that your daughter's fucking a Negro.

What are you doing? Turn around.

Turn around and get
the fuck out! Get out!

And don't show your face
until Teddy Greene is dead!

You did good.

Real good.

Teddy ever hits,

you'll get your piece.

Thanks.

I owe you, man.

Putting up the money for my record shop,

helping out my mom when my dad passed.

Took a lot of courage to
straight-up lie to Chin's face.

I appreciate it.

Well, to be honest, I was
ready to piss my pants.

That's one scary dude.

Sure hope it doesn't blow back on me.

He ain't gonna touch you.

Tell Teddy?

Tell Teddy what?

That you moved his
contract over to Bonanno.

I haven't moved it. Got to
talk to Bonanno about it.

But I'm sure he'll do it
just to aggravate Chin.

I thought you were doing
it to protect Teddy.

That, too.

It's all part of a bigger plan.

Thanks again.

I owe you one on this one.

Cecil, you find out anything

about those Negroes who
killed the Bonanno kid?

Del Chance, you ever considered
investing in some footwear?

A lot can be said about a man
by what he puts around his toes.

How about I put my toes up your ass

if you don't answer my question?

Let's see.

If I can remember correctly,

the white kid's name was Lorenzo.

Yeah. Word has it

this Negro Percy in the
Savage Skulls was involved.

- Percy.
- Yeah, Percy.

Spill it, Percy!

What do you know about
Lorenzo Bonanno, huh?!

I don't know... I
don't know nothing, man!

And then there was Mackie.
He was yapping his gums

about how the Italian kid went missing.

Mackie.

Get up! Get the fuck up!

What do you know, Mackie?!

What do you know, huh?!

Then there was Percy's sister.

Wow!

She used to jaw about it all the time.

- Percy's sister?
- Oh, yeah.

So then what happened, baby?

Well, they say the Savage
Skulls shot the kid.

He was just buying reefer.
Why would they shoot him?

Heard they got paid

by some Italian gangster
whose daughter he was screwing.

Who?

I heard it was Chin Gigante.

Motherfucking Bonanno. Rip
that fucker's throat out.

Vincent.

Th... This is a house of worship.

Come on. You know he treats me
like shit. He always has, right?

He calls me Vito's driver.

I'm the fucking boss of the family.

Vincent, please.

Yeah, I know we're supposed
to turn the other cheek.

Yeah, well, it don't work that way.

Jesus managed to do it.

Yeah, look what happened to him.

Bonanno's laughing at me

'cause my daughter's with a nigger.

I'm glad I killed his son.

Get out of this confession.

- What?!
- Parishioners are telling me

you're walking the
streets in a bathrobe,

muttering gibberish to the sky.

Yeah, it's to keep the Feds off my back.

Are you mentally disturbed?

Of course I'm not!

You broke the First Commandment

out of a misguided desire
to protect your daughter,

and now you want to
kill the Negro she loves.

if that's not disturbed,
I'm not sure what is.

Jesus, I'm...

I'm trying.

You know? I'm trying to follow the Lord.

You know I love her so much.

She's...

All I want in life is
for my child to be happy.

Then let her go.

And all this violence that goes with it.

I can tell you that, uh,
President Kennedy

is 100% behind the March in Washington.

Yeah, Jack Kennedy supports the
March now that he can't stop it.

Jack's agenda is to get a Civil
Rights Bill through Congress.

Last I checked, it was your agenda, too.

Jack and I have a
substantial disagreement

as to what's in that Bill,

and we're not even close
to getting it passed.

Well, hello, young lady.

- Hello, Congressman Powell.
- Hmm.

The point is, we would like to
see you take a leadership role

in the March. Hmm?

We see this as a perfect opportunity

for you to show Dr. King
and the other Negro leaders

that you can play nice in the sandbox.

If I wanted sand, I'd go to the beach.

Kenny, the President needs
to understand the movement.

What good is a place at the
white man's lunch counter

if you don't have a
dollar for a sandwich?

You have been organizing

since Dr. King was still in diapers.

You are the grand old
man of Civil Rights.

And to not have a part
of leadership in this?

First of all, I'm not old.

And second, Jack Kennedy

is conning King and Randolph and Rustin

into softening the purpose of the March.

Oh.

So any white man who cares
about the Negro situation

is a con artist?

- That's utter bullshit.
- No, what I am saying...

No, what I'm saying is who
would you rather see on that mall

giving the last speech?

Martin Luther King or you?

Alright. Alright.

I went to the Convent
School, to the playground,

the ice cream shop. I can't find her.

I assume you haven't gone to Bumpy yet

because you're fearful
about his reaction?

I am at a loss what to do.

Well, the Nation isn't a
detective agency, Mrs. Johnson.

Will you help me or not?

Sure, of course I will.

I'll send some Brothers out to look.

But I think there's someone here
who might be even more valuable.

Elise.

What are you doing here?

Margaret is missing.

What?

What did you do to my child?

Elise, I would encourage you

to put all personal feelings aside

and recall the tenets of your faith.

How is she going to help me?

She knows the streets.

I'll send some people out to look,

but it would be wise if the
two of you look together.

You might learn
something from each other.

You said a gang sold drugs
outside of Margaret's school.

That's Copian territory.

What does that have to do with Margaret?

She had 15 bags of duji.

Likely she's holding it for someone.

- She's not a drug dealer.
- I'm not saying that she is,

but where else would she get it?

Oh, I forgot. Your
husband's a dope dealer.

Bumpy doesn't keep that
shit anywhere near the house.

He would kill anyone who came
around his daughter with drugs.

He ain't do that for me.

Why, hello.

Wowee-zowee.

What do we have here?

Esther James is here.

She didn't bring her lawyer.
She brought a mediator.

Oh, well, uh, I hope she's
in the mood to mediate.

Bumpy Johnson.

What? Bumpy Johnson?

Mm-hmm.

Esther.

Hmph.

Well, hello, Bumpy!

Esther's an old friend of mine.

Well, of course she is!

That Judge has always hated me.

He hated you 200,000 ways.

Man, that's steep.

Miz James, you should
know we plan to appeal.

You won in state court, my dear.

Next up is Federal.

That's my domain.

Oh, and I'm sure you have
those judges in your pocket,

along with that silk handkerchief.

You could end up with nothing.

It's, uh...

Would you consider
settling for $125,000?

Hell, no.

I respect you, Bumpy.

That's why I asked for your help.

But $125,000 ain't gon' cut it.

I'm being shaken down by a bag lady!

Reverend, somewhere along
the line, you started thinking

that the pulpit and the Halls of
Congress made you what you are.

No. It's me

and all the other
little people in Harlem

who make you what you are.

I'll take $200,000 and not a penny less.

I ain't giving this bitch a dime.

That's not very Christian of you.

And it's not Sunday.

Good day, y'all.

My dear listeners, I come
to you today with bad news.

Now, you notice I didn't
say it was surprising news,

because I'm not surprised at all

that these so-called
Negro "leaders" of yours

have sold us out to the highest bidder.

The March on Washington,
in all actuality,

has become nothing more than
the "Farce on Washington".

That's right. I said it.
The "Farce on Washington".

The original idea for this march

came from black men
and women in the ghettos

who were infuriated by the atrocities

like the murder of Medgar Evers,

the blood bath in Birmingham.

They spoke of... of storming

the appropriately named "White" House

and forcing Congress to do something.

But as soon as these whites

heard about this black steamroller,

they called a meeting
between the government

and all the nonviolent

- Uncle Tom Negroes they could find...
- Oh, brother.

- Now I have to hear this shit?
- ... to turn this March into a one-day picnic

for integrationist Toms

and their self-satisfied
white "liberal" massas.

What do you want from me, Reverend?

My blessing for your
participation in the Farce?

I have voiced to Kennedy's man

some of the same
concerns that you have...

that the Kennedy government
is trying to co-opt this March

and tamp down our anger.

So you must be aware that a
consortium of white businessmen

gave the "Big Six" Negro leaders
a million and a half dollars

to buy their cooperation.

If that is true, is it possible

that they gave it because
they agree with our aims?

A bribe by any other name
is still a bribe, Reverend.

What the fuck do you want
to do, Brother Minister?

Have Negroes have an
insurrection in the street?

Have thousands of black
brothers and sisters lying dead

when the National Guard mows
us down with their rifles?

I don't know about you,
but I'd rather die fighting

than to sell my soul to the devil.

I was asked by Kennedy to participate.

And my initial instinct was to say no.

But when I hear you prattling on

about fighting violence with violence,

I am compelled to join,

if for no other reason than to prove

that the loudest voice
isn't always the smartest.

Good day, Brother Minister.

Bobby, I just want you to know
that I didn't ask Bumpy Johnson

to sell my contract to another label.

I mean, he's... he's... he's
protecting me from one mobster

by selling me to another?

That's show biz.

Look, I appreciate all you done for me.

Look, you're a big talent, kid.

Bumpy knows what he's doing.

I hope so.

Listen, you get protected from Chin,

and Bonanno's record
company has enough dough

to buy off those disc jockeys.

They'll put you on the radio.

Wait here. Listen.

Do not, under any
circumstances, come out.

What's going on, man?

- How are you, Bobby?
- I'm good. And you?

What can I do for you?

Mr. Gigante wants to help you

get Teddy Greene back on your label.

Well, that's great.

First, he needs to have
a conversation with him.

You know where I can find him?

I'm right here, motherfucker.

Give me that.

Keep moving, motherfucker.

You can't do this. You'll be
running for the rest of your life.

I'm already running.

You ever kill anyone before?

No. Keep moving.

But I know you have.

Like my friend Lionel.

I got no idea who that is.

That poor motherfucker
you thought was me?

Keep moving.

That's it. Come on. Come on.

- Turn around.
- Put it in the back of my head.

I don't want to see it coming.

Turn around.

Fuck it.

Go ahead!

Do it!

She hates you, you know.

You thought she wanted
to go out with you,

but it was just to keep her
fucking father off her back.

She hates her father. That's
why she goes out with you.

Bumpy Johnson set me up with Bonanno

so you can't come after me no more.

Stay away from my girl.

Well, you wanted to start a war.

And when Bonanno finds out

that Chin killed his
kid, you gonna have it.

We need proof.

We might find it in Fidler's basement.

Bump,

I been with you since
I came out the Army.

And I've always respected

that you never make a
decision out of emotion.

And I rarely have had occasion

to question your judgment, but...

But this is one of those rare occasions?

Have you thought this thing through?

Down to a "T".

A battle between those Families
will be fought in Harlem.

Our folks... innocent
folks are gonna die.

Do you want to be free of the guineas?

Is that what this is about?

Or did they hurt your pride?

I spent three years
in a trench in Korea,

and I learned one thing about war, Bump.

Nobody really wins.

Mm-hmm.

"Stronger Together". I like it.

Alright, Kenny!

Count me in!

Adam. Hello.

What's the posters?

Pretty great, right?

"Jobs For All".

"Decent Pay Now".

"Freedom March"? "Stronger Together"?

Oh, come on, Kenny!

How about one that
says, "I Love Puppies"?

- Adam, please.
- For crissake, Kenny,

four little girls were blown
up in a church basement.

They're posters.

Okay. My first action

as part of the leadership committee...

You. Fired.

Thank you, white folks.

You're fired! Fired!

This is a March by Negroes for Negroes.

You're fired, too, Kenny.

- We need to talk.
- Oh, come on.

Frankly, I am not in
agreement with this,

but the President has
spoken to the others,

and they have decided to exclude you

- from the leadership committee.
- What?

Yes, Martin and the others think

that this whole Esther James
slander suit makes you toxic.

Martin "Loser" King thinks I'm toxic?

Jack does, too.

He's putting his money on King.

Now, we know Martin does
not have a way with words

like you do, but we are hoping

that he comes up with
a half-decent speech.

Motherfucker.

You sold me out, Kenny.

I know you lied,
talking to the President.

Jack! Fuck him, too!

Please, please, I'm begging you.

You must tell no one

- I'm showing you this.
- Shut up!

Mr. Gigante owns the building, yes,

and what he does is up to him.

I just lease the space.

Shut the fuck up!

I knew Chin had something
buried down here.

I always thought it was money.

Turns out it was Bonanno's son.

It's empty.

He moved the fucking body.

So much for proof.

I don't know anything about a body!

Not a fucking word.

Shh. Okay. Okay.

This is it.

My Lord.

They sell spoons of duji in here.

And also needles.

You've been.

Not in a while.

But sometimes I "fish"
here with the Sisters.

Fish?

Share the story of my
transformation with other users.

They'll listen to a former junkie.

How long you been clean?

Three months, 27 days.

I am sorry I gave you $100 for drugs

when you came by to
see Margaret that night.

That wasn't Christian of me.

Allah teaches we must forgive.

I'm still learning how.

No!

No.

No!

Well, come on.

Come see what paid for your fine jewelry

and the furniture in
that penthouse of yours.

This is where the bills get sent.

They peddle in the back.

Get the fuck out of here, Sister.

We don't want no crazy-ass
Muslims up in here.

Come on, get the fuck out.

You've been selling dope

near the Handmaids of
Mary Convent School?

Damn.

What's Sugar Hill doing up in here?

Do you know who I am?

Should I?

My name is Mayme Johnson,

Bumpy Johnson's wife.

You can either talk to us,

or I can call him to
come and talk to you.

Miss... Mrs. Johnson.

I'm sorry.

You will answer this woman's questions

and treat her religion with respect.

Do you understand?

Yes, ma'am.

Any of your pushers tell you
they were short 15 spoons?

Police raided the block

where Ronnie Gaines
was selling yesterday.

He said he stashed a package
in some girl's bag and ran.

I don't know what happened after that.

Well, do you know where this girl is?

I have no idea.

Don't worry. We'll find her.

Tell me about Lorenzo Bonanno.

What about him?

Did your father have him killed?

How should I know?

Because you were seeing Lorenzo.

Teddy.

Lorenzo.

Makes no big difference to him, does it?

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

I know it's hard to
admit that your father,

he's a monster...

that his love for you,
it's... it's so twisted

that he would kill any
man who wanted to have you.

Come on, Stella.

Tell the truth.

I was 13, and he was 17.

We were in love, and...

and one day, he just dis... disappeared.

Police came by, and ever...
everybody was looking for him.

They never found the body.

For a long time, I
tried to convince myself

my father had nothing to do with it.

But now you know better, right?

I hate him.

No.

You love him.

That's why you buried it for so long.

Look, if you want to protect Teddy,

just do what I say, alright?

Well, you're here, so that
means that Teddy Greene is dead.

No?

You fucked up again?

Boss, I-I, uh...

It's alright. You're off the hook.

Your lucky day.

Huh?

I'm done with Stella.

What do you mean?

She will reap what she sows.

We'll all reap what we sow.

Teddy Greene is under
Bumpy Johnson's protection.

I bet he convinced Bobby Robinson

to sell the kid's
contract to Royal Chord.

He's trying to stir the
pot with you and Bonanno.

I've had enough of Bumpy Johnson.

There's something I want you to do.

You better have a good reason
for getting me out here.

I asked you here because

I have a daughter.

And I don't know whether
she's dead or alive.

So I know the kind of
pain that you're in.

I'm here to talk to you about your son

and who you blame for his murder.

You found the niggers
that killed my son?

Give me their names. Name your price.

It was two Negroes who killed your kid,

who were later killed by
the guy who hired them.

Who?

Vincent "Chin" Gigante.

I don't believe you.

You don't have to.

You can hear it from his daughter.

Your rhetoric is quite inflammatory.

But you make some very good points,

particularly about the
co-option of the March

by the Kennedy government.

The Honorable Elijah
Muhammad is lucky to have you.

Elijah doesn't trust me anymore.

Why is it

when a Negro becomes successful,

his own people want to pull him down?

I've given everything to the Nation.

Sometimes everything ain't enough.

May I ask the nature of your visit?

I came to ask you if
you're free on August 28th.

If you are, perhaps you
would accept, as my gift,

a ticket to Washington.

Well...

Let's raise some hell.

That's what I was hoping you'd say.

We found a shallow grave
in the basement over at Fidler's.

Looks like the body's just been moved.

You sell Bumpy Johnson
all the junk he wants.

This is war.

- Done?
- Yeah.

Hey.

Look who I got.

I found her hiding out in my office.

She wouldn't tell me why.

Oh, my God. Come over here.

Come here to me.

Where did you go?

Why did you do that?

Elise?

Hello.

What's going on?

Why you dressed like that?

This is how Muslims dress.

Are you surprised, Daddy?

Why is she calling you "Daddy"?

Are you my sister?

Yes, Margaret.

I'm your big sister.

She was a tremendous help to me.

Yeah.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

- Daddy!
- Daddy! Oh, no!

Oh, dear Lord. Oh, my God.

You're okay, baby.

- Daddy.
- It's okay, baby.

Everything's gonna be alright, baby.

Say something, Daddy. Okay?