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I guess things are going well
with you and Mr. Gigante.

-Let's hope it holds.
-What are you afraid of?

That they're gonna
call you a nigger lover?

-Is that what you're afraid of?
-I'm not afraid of that.

It's this thing of ours.
You know. No colored allowed.

-Praise the Lord. We made it.
-What's wrong? You okay?

White cops came out of nowhere

and started beating
on a bunch of kids.

-They beat Cecil.

Aah!

I'd do anything to advance
the cause of the Negro.

-I could smell Amy Vanderbilt

on your clothes last night.

-She don't mean nothing.
-You know how men are.

They get tired of
the filet mignon at home,

so they go out for
a greasy cheeseburger.

My heart remains open.
But what about yours?

Captain Henry said
you were defiant today.

He's a liar.

They threw rocks
through our windows,

put poison into Elijah's ears.

You will either follow my hand,
or you will be out on your own.

Your wife is helping me organize
a sit-in at the 27th Precinct.

♪ Oh, freedom

We need to activate
the entire community.

♪ Oh, oh, freedom

-♪ Oh, freedom

What the fuck is this?

An eye for an eye,
motherfucker.

They got three great
natural resources in Florida--

tits, ass, and oranges.

I brought you a bag.

Hey, so that's
his fucking punishment

for killing Teddy,
is three months in Miami?

I'm gonna get justice
for your son.

Are you out of your mind?

This is for Teddy,
you fucking asshole.

What the fuck did you do?!

Fucking shoot her! No, no!

Keep it close.

I just got a phone call
from the guys

down at the other space.

Chance.

Chance!

Yo, we got a phone call.

-I just told you that.

You got taste, Johnson.

Mayme had a lot
to do with the design.

Geechee -- What's this
"Geechee" shit?

Geechee's my ancestors
from South Carolina.

They were
particularly rebellious

against their slave masters.

That's who
you got it from, huh?

And it must have cost a bundle.

I can afford it.

I got to admit,
you were right.

This business idea
fucking quadrupled profit.

Mm.

Maybe you should start
your own nightclub.

If it has two floors,
you can call it Double Chins.

Double Chins.

Fuck you.

Sorry to interrupt.
Bump, we've got a problem

over at the warehouse
in the Bronx.

Let's get out of here.

♪ 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

They killed one of yours,

and they killed one of yours.

Obviously, someone doesn't
like you two are in business.

Yeah, but how did they discover
where we process the dope?

One of your workers
sold you out.

-Obviously.
-Fuck you.

All our dope-packers
are blindfolded,

packed up in a van
with no windows.

They know the consequences
for talking.

Other than the people
in this room,

only you French fucks know
where we kept the dope.

I've been shipping dope

into New York Harbor
for over 20 years.

The Feds don't even know
I exist.

That's because
I'm cautious and discreet.

Must be one
of the Italian bosses.

What are you talking about?

I been expecting them
to make a move.

Are you saying they'll risk
starting a war with me?

Nothing was stolen.

It was to send a message.

We'll be hearing
from someone soon

with a offer to make it stop.

Well, I don't think anybody
would fuck with my business.

Bonanno would.
He's got more soldiers than you.

I think Monsieur Johnson
is right.

You've created
a profit center so powerful

with your Ten Harlems
that all the other families

must feel that their
very existence is threatened.

It could also be
Lucchese or -- or Gambino,

or that -- that, uh, new boss --
that Profaci boss.

Uh, what's his name? Magliocco.

I hear he's ambitious.

I helped bump Magliocco
up to be a boss.

Been my friend for 20 years.

If you can't
clean up this mess,

I'll be forced to cut off
the connection.

We gotta stick together.

'Course.

'Course.

Well, this is fabulous.

Well, I may have my quarrels
with Bumpy Johnson,

but I cannot dispute,
he knows how to throw a party.

I don't see him.

Well, uh, the real reason
I brought you here

is to meet his wife, Mayme.

She's the perfect person
to prepare you

for the Mike Wallace interview.

-Bumpy's wife?
-Yes.

Ah, there she is.
I'm sure she's gonna love you.

Mayme Johnson,
meet Amy Vanderbilt.

We've met.

Amy is the featured guest

on Mike Wallace's
special report this week.

I was hoping that
you could give her

some of your insights
into the civil rights struggle.

You know, the struggle
from the vantage point

of a Black woman.

Last I checked,
she wasn't Black.

I'm speaking about the role
of whites in the movement.

Then why would she need me?

-I don't.
-Ladies, I--

Congressman Powell,
I appreciate your effort.

I trust you'll have a pleasant
evening at the Geechee.

Reverend Powell,
I'm sure we'll speak soon.

Mayme.

Well, the World's Fair

will open on April 22nd
in Flushing, Queens,

and city officials expect
an enormous turnout.

It's taken 44 months
and nearly $500 million

to build the fair,
and if conditions are good,

between 250,000
and 500,000 people

are expected to attend
on opening day.

It's been 25 years since
New York last hosted the fair...

-...almost to the exact date,

-and it will be remembered...

...either as an exciting look
into the future or the --

Man, that smells delicious.

Are we expecting company?

Just trying to use up everything
in the refrigerator.

Hmm.

This came today.

Oh, boy.

They're shutting off our power?

The Nation pays for this place
and everything in it.

Guess they've stopped
footing the bill.

This must be a mistake.

I'll look into it.

Another one came, too.

"I've had sexual relations

with your husband
for over a year.

Recently, I learned

I am pregnant
with his child."

I know we've had our
difficulties over the years,

but I never thought
you'd be unfaithful.

This is a lie.

-What part of it?
-All of it.

So you don't know
a woman named Elise?

I do know a woman named Elise
very well.

She's Bumpy Johnson's
daughter,

but we are not
having an affair,

and she's not pregnant
with my child.

Well, then, why would she write
to me and tell me she is?

She hasn't.

This is the work of someone
trying to divide us.

Who? Why?

The Nation. Maybe the FBI.

-For what purpose?
-To discredit me.

To cause confusion.
To cause us to argue.

Betty, there is abs--

Betty, there is
absolutely nothing going on

between me and Elise.

I want to believe you. I do.

You have to.

Your pop said
anything to you?

He seems to think Benny went
back to Florida for business.

-Say something to you?

He's gonna find out
eventually.

Look, I told your pops
Benny went to Miami

to make some girl
he was chasing.

After a few weeks,
when he doesn't return,

I'll just say he got whacked

by a jealous boyfriend
or something.

He's got friends in Miami.
He'll check that out.

I fucking know that.

Look, the most important
thing right now

is that we keep
our mouths shut.

This is a secret until
the day we die, Stella.

Of course.

You can't say nothing to no one.

-You haven't said anything?
-No, of course not.

Secret to the day we die.

You get that money and flowers
to Tyrell's widow?

Yes, sir.

-And his kids?
-Boy and girl.

Make sure they're taken care of.

I don't want them
to want for nothing.

Right away.

Just like you predicted.
He's here, Bumpy.

Let him in.

No, no, no.
Nothing's goin'...

Let's get that
on that truck over there.

Yeah, grab these tanks, JB.

That goes over there.

When I make a mistake,
I like to admit it.

I see.

I should have came in
on your Ten Harlems deal

-when I had the chance.

That's a fair assessment.

Well, I'm humble
when I need to be.

But I'm also an optimist.

Yeah, but are you also a killer?

Hmm?

Did you hang two of our guys
to send a message to me?

Lucchese or Gambino

or the other families,
maybe, but not me.

I don't need to kill anybody.

I just want you to be
straight with me

and admit that
you made a mistake.

How so?

How so?

Chin's a fucking bum.

A fucking chauffeur
that got lucky.

He doesn't know the first thing
about business,

how to treat a partner fair --

especially one that's
doing all the work.

Oh, you think he's
being unfair to me.

You're splitting 50/50?

Yeah, I figured that's
what he was gettin'.

I'll tell you what --

I'll give you 60/40.

60 for you.

Plus, you keep the Ten Harlems
all to yourself.

You've made yourself
a very valuable asset

here today, Bumpy.

Keeping your word
is also an asset.

Chin's my partner,
and I don't go back on my word.

Let me give you
some inside info.

Chin's going down.

I thought you had to get
sanctions from the commission

to take care of
something like that.

Yeah.
Well, you let me handle that.

You just think about my offer.

Believe it or not,
I respect you, Bumpy.

You're a smart guy
for a colored.

The answer...

is no.

Okay.

I'll tell you what --

I'm going to give you
a day to reconsider.

I guarantee
you'll change your mind.

Ahh. I had more fun
at your wedding

-than I did at my own.

Well, that's 'cause
you got so drunk,

-you passed out.
-Que bella, huh?

At least your wife
has aged beautifully.

My Mary-Francis,
she's let herself go.

Got flappy arms.
Got bags under the eyes.

A huge ass.

But Olympia. Still gorgeous.

Well, she's sorry
she missed you.

Yeah? Well, fuck her, then.

I called you because
we need to talk business.

Drink?

A Fernet. My stomach.

Heard about your trouble
at the warehouse.

Oh, yeah?
How'd you hear about that?

Oh, come on.

The families are jealous
of all that business

you're doing with that Negro.

So? Tell me what you heard.

Come on.

Joey, I helped you
get bumped upstairs.

Tell me.

Lucchese and Gambino.

Oh, come on.

Mother Mary of Jesus.

Those two families combined
are very strong, Vincent.

But there is a way we can
beat Lucchese and Gambino

at their own game.

How so?

You partner with me
and Bonanno.

Boy, you just --

Yeah, you're spreadin'
cheer today, huh?

Now, listen. Partner with us
now that I'm on the commission.

I know you hate Bonanno,
but it's the right move.

Y-You know, I got business
with Johnson.

It's unnatural,
you partnering with a nigger.

We're not supposed
to mix like this.

The other bosses
won't tolerate it,

I'm telling you.

You team with Bonanno and me,

you keep Lucchese
and Gambino at bay, huh?

And everyone's happy.

Not Johnson.

Who gives a flying fuck
about Johnson?!

Right now, we need Johnson
for those Ten Harlems.

But one day soon, we'll bury
that nigger as well. Come on.

What do you say?

You know, I was --

Yeah, uh --
Uh, I'll think about it.

Eh.

Let me take a look
at that picture of you

in that fuckin' hat
you used to wear.

Where is that thing?

Ohh!

-Those motherfuckers.
-What?

Chin just smooched Magliocco

before he got
into the goddamn car.

-For real?
-That's typical guinea shit.

Act all macho,

but as soon as they say
hello and goodbye,

they start smooching
like little girls.

Mm-hmm.

Try that shit on me, I cut you.

Do I look like a guinea?

Mm.

Let's just follow this guy.

See where he goes.

-Yeah.

Let's see which
guinea motherfucker

he gon' kiss next, huh?

Who would write
something like this?

About us?
For what purpose?

To sow confusion.

This information is meant
to keep people agitated

and turn them
against each other,

among other things.

This is terrible. Terrible.

Do you know who sent it?

It could be from the FBI

or someone
from Temple Number Seven.

Someone who definitely knows
about our friendship.

That's funny.

Captain Henry called me
to a meeting this afternoon.

I have a favor to ask.

Rather than follow me
out of the Nation,

as dozens are considering,

I'd like you to think about
staying at the Temple.

I don't want to stay
if you're not there.

I understand, but I'd like
to have someone

be my eyes and ears

about what mischief
they're cooking up.

It's possibly dangerous,
and I'm torn about

even putting you
in this situation,

so you should feel free
to say no.

Yes.

I'll stay.

You have to be careful, Elise.

Promise me.

When you form your own group,

I am going to be there
by your side.

In good time, Sister.

In good time.

Make sure the safety advisory
goes in the packet

for the Freedom Summer
volunteers.

Yes, Mrs. Johnson.

We need to talk about
what happened

at the Geechee Club last night.

I mean, it's clear
that you and Amy

don't see eye-to-eye.

Why?

We can start
with the love letters

she wrote my husband
while he was in prison.

No. She didn't.

I don't care how rich she is.

That dusty-ass cracker

needs to stay away
from my husband.

Well, at least
that explains things.

Uh, Mayme, can we have a word
in my office, please?

Please, have a seat.

I'm sorry.

I know my attitude
isn't very Christian.

Well, Matthew reminds us

that we must forgive
other people

who sin against us.

And what does Matthew say

when you just
don't like someone?

Well, question her motives
as you might,

this woman is backing
our voter registration drive.

She has donated millions

to the passage of
the Civil Rights Act.

A fortune built on the back
of her family's slaves.

She's one of
the good ones, Mayme.

Not only financially.

She is doing
a Mike Wallace interview

on the role of whites
in the Civil Rights movement.

That's what bothers me there.

Why does Mike Wallace
have to do an interview

about our rights
with a white woman?

Because it's the white people
we're trying to change.

Even you can't be
that naive.

Rome wasn't built
in a day.

And yet, the Romans still
found time to crucify Jesus.

And what did Jesus do?

He forgave them.

She needs to know

about your youth programs
here in Harlem --

the "get out the vote"
initiative.

She needs to see this thing

from a Black woman's
perspective.

In light
of the circumstances,

I understand why you'd have
no interest.

No, I'll do it.

That white woman
in her glass bubble

needs to hear
how the other half lives.

Pastry? What's that?

Hamantaschen.

Hamantaschen?

A Jew pastry.
It's fucking good.

Fuck that kike pastry!

Did Chin agree to let us in?

I'm working on it.
I'll handle Chin.

Leave it to me. Come on.
He's a dumb fucking chauffeur.

No offense, Gilberto.

None taken.

Deep down, Chin knows he
can't partner with a nigger

without cutting us in.

Yeah.
What about Johnson?

Eh.

Chin'll deal with Johnson.

He won't like it,
but what's he gonna do?

Chin and
this Black bastard

think they're so smart.

We'll cut 'em down to size.

...has bounced to third, and --

Watch this.

Yankees down 4-1.

So, what do you think?
You can beat me now

'cause you got
a new fucking haircut?

Fuck you.

I need a word.

What's wrong?

There's something
I forgot to mention.

You forgot?

I didn't think
it was important,

and then I realized
maybe it is.

What is it, Stella?

I was having lunch
with Delia last week

and I mentioned
Benny's dead.

Who the fuck is Delia,
and why would you do that?

She's Teddy's mother.

I know nothing
can make it better,

but I thought she should know.

It's not a problem, is it?

Fuck yeah, it's a problem.

Your father'd kill
anyone and everyone

involved in Benny's death.
You know that.

She's not gonna
say anything.

You don't know
what she's gonna say.

Things get around.

You've endangered us
and her, Stella.

What do we do?

We get rid of her.

Are you crazy?
You want to kill her?

No. Fuck, no.
I don't want to kill her.

She's gotta get out of town.

I'll give her some money
or something.

Let me handle this.
Tell me where she lives.

You won't hurt her?

Stella, tell me
where she lives.

Hello?
Chicago office.

Well.

That's a nasty
piece of business.

Yeah, you're telling me.

-Is any of it true?
-Adam.

I'm sorry. I had to ask.

Of course not.

They've tried this stuff
on me in the past,

but in my case, it was true.

But be that as it may,
it hurts to have people

rummaging through
your dirty laundry.

Well, I'd like
to make it stop.

I have very little truck
with J. Edgar Hoover.

He hates my guts almost
as much as he hates yours.

I have it
on good information

that he personally
requested surveillance

and wiretaps on your ass.

But why? He knows I'm no longer
with the Nation.

Even worse.
You're now unfettered.

You're seeking real
political solutions

to our problems

with the ever present
threat of violence.

But how would they know

about my personal
friendship with Elise?

Obviously, there are those
at the NOI who are working

with the FBI or have been
infiltrated by them.

Who knows?

The point is...

you must be careful,
Malcolm.

Why? The FBI usually parks
a car outside my house,

watching me 24/7.

Shouldn't I feel safe?

They are, after all,
an organization

supposedly devoted
to our safety.

Their safety.

Not ours.

I'll do what I can,
Brother Malcolm.

God bless you.

Well, thank you, Adam.

Mayme.

I'm so grateful you agreed
to meet with me.

To be honest, Reverend Powell
twisted my arm.

Before we start...

...I just want to say, um...

I know this is awkward.

What happened between
your husband and I

is ancient history.

-Why are you telling me this?
-Because it's true, and...

...because I don't want you
worrying about that.

I didn't agree to meet you
so you could unburden your soul

or go over all
of our personal shit.

I am here for
a higher purpose -- my cause.

I understand.

You're a rich white woman
with millions of dollars,

and for some reason,
people listen to you.

But I will gladly accept
help for civil rights

from any corner, even yours.

So, what do you want
to talk about with Mike Wallace?

How the Civil Rights movement
and the feminist movement

intersect with the issues
facing Black women today.

Things like that.

Okay.

Well, let me
ask you a question.

Have you read
"Their Eyes Were Watching God"

by Zora Neale Hurston?

No.

"The Street" by Ann Petry?

Mm-hmm.

"A Raisin in the Sun"?

Yes, I have seen that play.

Good. Let's go.

-Where are we going?
-My place.

There's some reading
you need to do.

Sister Elise, we called you here
for a simple reason.

To ascertain where
your loyalties lie.

My loyalty is with the Nation.

Mm.

Now, as you very well know,
Malcolm X has turned his back

on the Dear Holy Apostle
and this mosque.

He seeks to split the Nation

and steal our members
for his own.

I know nothing about that.

Your father is known to be
a good friend of Malcolm's.

Do you deny this?

I am not my father.

If your loyalty lies
with Malcolm,

you must leave
this mosque at once.

I stand with
the Dear Holy Apostle.

Why should we believe you?

I don't. She's lying.

I've seen the way
she looks at him.

No different from you
or any of you before all this.

So now you're defending him.

I think that's evidence enough.

Gather your things.
You're leaving.

No.

I will not.

And I'll tell you why.

Anyone, even Malcolm X,

who ignores the words
of the Dear Holy Apostle...

is a fool.

And I do not follow fools.

Malcolm's behavior has
shown him to be a hypocrite.

And as the
Honorable Elijah has said,

a hypocrite is worse
than a disbeliever,

because a disbeliever
has not lied.

You think I would
follow a fool,

a hypocrite, and a liar?

Whether you kick me out
of this mosque or not,

I will not follow such a man.

Fine words, Sister Elise.

You may stay.

But I warn you...

any contact with Malcolm

will be met with
serious repercussions.

We followed
Magliocco from Chin's house

over to Brooklyn.

Magliocco met with Joe Bonanno.

Then he went back
to Chin's social club.

Yeah, something
fucked up's going on.

We just don't know what's what.

The thing about rats is that
they'll always get hungry

and show themselves
eventually.

When they do,
that's when we exterminate.

You did good.

What are we gon' do?

You say Magliocco went back
to Chin's social club?

Yeah. He's there right now.

Get the car.

It's time to find out
what's what.

Look at it like
this. You cut in me and Bonanno,

you have protection against
the other families.

You split profits with two
families instead of all four.

No, I don't know.

-It's your best play.

-The fuck is going on?
-Take it easy, Johnson.

We talked about
staying strong,

and you already
done sold me out.

My men followed this
motherfucker from your house

over to Bonanno's
and then back here.

All right, slow down
and show some respect.

You made a deal
behind my back!

No, I'm doing that
for the both of us.

We need to do this, okay?

We need to give
the families a piece.

-I don't even know this guy.
-You stronzo!

Those other families,
they'll drive us

into the fucking ground!

You think I want to
cut in with Bonanno?!

I don't want to cut in
with Bonanno!

But I want a war less!

Don't you?

This man here, I trust him.

If you trust me,
you'll take my word.

I never would have
thought you'd cave

to these motherfuckers.

I thought you was
tougher than that.

Hey, you're lucky
he even let you

make as much as you did.

Now, why don't you just
shut the fuck up

and be grateful for whatever
we decide to give you?

You don't even have
the Ten Harlems without me!

-I'll shut it down!

You hear me?!
I'll shut it down!

-Calm down! Put --
-Hey, it's okay.

This is unnecessary. Calm down.

A fucking hothead, this guy!

-All right, look.
-It's okay.

It's all right.

Put your guns away.

Listen.

Would you rather be dead?

You know how
to play the game.

The strong devour the weak,

and -- and Bonanno
and those other families,

they're too strong!

I'm worried about
my family's safety.

The money ain't
worth it to me.

Nothing would be off-limits.

I don't want my family dead,
and neither do you!

-You motherfuckers.
-Yeah, right!

We're motherfuckers.

So...

we'll meet at Bamonte's,

and we'll
figure out the split

and, uh, make sure
it's fair for everybody.

-Bamonte's?
-Yeah.

You think I'm fucking stupid?

You just threw me over,
and now you want me to go

into the lion's den?

You're right.

We can go to your club,
all right?

The whattayacallit.

-The Geechee.
-Yeah.

Look, it's gotta
be done, all right?

We had our run,
and now it's time

to give the family
a taste, all right?

That's just the way it works.

What, are you waiting
for a tip?

Get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck
out of my shop!

Sister Elise?

You upset?

No.

-No, I'm fine.
-Mm.

The words you spoke
moved me...deeply.

Malcolm has...

disgraced the Nation
and the Lamb of God.

Did you --

Did you hear the
Dear Holy Apostle's speech

where he said he wished
Malcolm would go away?

Yes.

I think I know what
he was trying to say.

The...

...message
within his message.

What are you saying,
Brother Charles?

That soon
you won't have to worry

about that hypocrite anymore.

Who are you, Sister?

My name is Elise Johnson.

May I speak with you inside?

You say this man
at the Temple --

Brother Charles --

made a threat
against my husband?

I tried to call,
but the operator said

your line was
disconnected?

The Nation turned off
our phone service.

Malcolm gets threats
all the time.

You see our window?

Someone threw a brick
through there --

scared us half to death.

This is more serious.

I'm worried about him.

And I'm not?

I didn't say that.

I got sent a letter.

In the letter, it said
you're in love with him.

That letter is a lie.

Maybe. But I'm no fool.

I can see it in your eyes.

You love him.

I respect him.

Hmm.

He...

changed my life.

He is a great man,

and I am telling you
that his life is in danger.

That's why I'm here.

What's going on?

I believe Brother Charles
has it in his mind to kill you.

Why shouldn't I compare
the Civil Rights movement

to the feminist movement?

Because when you get
your women's rights,

I'll still be Black.

But when you get
your civil rights,

won't you still be a woman?

A Black woman.

That's the problem, Amy.
We lose either way.

Have you read "The Feminine
Mystique" by Betty Friedan?

Yes, And it makes
a lot of good points.

But, amazingly, it didn't
change the color of my skin.

-Okay.
-Hmm.

I get your point.

Ladies.

Ellsworth.

Amy.

Hello, Bumpy.

What the hell's
going on here?

Amy is appearing on
The Mike Wallace show tomorrow

and asked for my help.

And you agreed?

Bumpy, your wife is amazing.

She's opened up my eyes
to so many important issues.

That's wonderful.

She believes
that a white woman

can be an ally to
the Civil Rights movement

if she has "compassion
for an experience

she can never truly grasp."

A white woman can support
but first she must listen.

A Black woman is her
own savior -- not us --

and she must not
be overlooked.

Well put.

Maybe you should tell that
to Mike Wallace.

Maybe I will.

No, no, no. No, not you.

You.

-Excuse me. Delia?

Lord, you scared
the bejesus out of me.

I brought you this.

That's a gift
from Stella Gigante.

It's $5,000.

All you gotta do is leave town,
start a life somewhere else.

Is this about
the man she shot?

I need you to leave town.

My life is here.

My young boy
goes to school here.

Don't you got
relatives somewhere?

I got a sister in Ohio.

Then go there.

Believe me,
it'd be a lot safer.

Why in the hell
should I run away?

I didn't do nothing wrong.

That's probably more money

than you've ever seen
in your life.

I'm not leaving Harlem.

This here is blood money.

I can't profit
off the death of my son.

And I will --

Okay.

I'll take the money.

...theme of the fair --

bringing together people
and cultures from --

...will be a great opportunity
for all Americans and visitors

to see the latest in
technological and architec--

Look at me.

I said look at me!

My wife and I,
we share this car.

She drives my daughters
to school in it.

My wife, Brother.

My children.

Boy, you lucky I don't
blow your head off.

Yes.

Now, you've heard me speak
at the mosque many times

about how the white man
tries to foment division

between himself and us

to justify his continued
violence against us.

So when we fight
amongst ourselves,

we are doing
the white man's work for him.

Is that what you want?
Is that who you want to be?

The white man's whip?

-Get your ass out of my car.

Give that to Hoover.

Let him know how good a job
you're doing protecting me.

Pettigrew and Junie
are inside,

but Chin's men are
responsible for security.

I'm gonna get searched

going into my own club.

You really think
you can trust Chin?

-I mean...

...how do you know you ain't
walking into a death trap?

Can you ever really
trust a white man?

♪ Shit don't feel right

♪ This shit don't feel right

♪ This shit
don't feel right ♪

♪ Shit don't feel right

♪ Shit don't
feel right ♪

♪ This shit don't feel right

♪ This shit
don't feel right ♪

♪ Shit don't feel right

♪ Comin', comin' for ya

♪ Motherfuckin' good luck

♪ Yeah, oh

♪ Watch when I pull up

♪ Motherfuckin' good luck

♪ Yeah, oh

Bumpy Johnson.

I'm glad you came around.

Have a seat.

What's he doing here?

I asked him here.

We had no choice.

Because of
the new arrangement,

I wanted to work
with him directly.

I didn't agree to no new
arrangement, all right?

You will.

What's the maximum load

that you could, uh, ship
at any one time?

Anything more than 600 kilos
is risking seizure.

There are only so many cars
we can use

without being detected.

As a make-good
for the past few months,

Magliocco and I,
we're gonna take over

the next shipment entirely.

Bumpy Johnson here
will distribute it

to his, uh, Ten Harlems crew
for...5%.

Fuck that!

You take it, or you won't
walk out of here alive!

Hey, everybody,
just relax, okay?

No need for ruffled
feathers, huh?

We're all friends
here, right?

Yeah.
-We're all here to make money.

I mean, life shouldn't
be so serious.

Come on.

I mean, Johnson, he's right.

I mean, you and I,
we started this thing.

On one hand, you know,
we had great success,

but it's true --
we were a little greedy.

On the other hand, you know,
it wasn't fair to us.

Johnson came to you
a few months ago,

and you turned him down.

And now you're angry?

In poker,
we call that a sore loser.

What the fuck
you trying to say?

Am I right, Mags? Come on.

I've known this guy
for 20 years.

He comes to me,
makes an offer --

I trust him. I like him.

I mean, he's a new boss.

New bosses make
mistakes sometimes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What -- What mistakes?

Well, I mean, for instance,
y-you went to him,

knowing that this bastard
has been fucking me since birth.

You were at my wedding,
for Christ's sake.

Yeah, but the minute
you find out

that I'm making money
for myself,

you go straight to him,
and you make a deal.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
It's not like that.

And that makes me doubt
our friendship.

Huh?

You know,
when I doubt friendships,

there is no friendship.

Don't move, motherfucker,
or you're next.

You thought you could
team with Magliocco

and shake us down?

Well, guess what.

You can't,
you dumb motherfucker.

From the jump,
we were playing you.

You can't kill me.

Consider that a warning.

And unless you want
the other families to know

that you tried
to cut them out,

you better keep this quiet.

Capiche?

Hello, America.

I'm Mike Wallace.

Today on the program,
we have one

of the wealthiest women
in America,

who is also a strong supporter
of Negro rights --

Miss Amy Vanderbilt.

Thank you, Mr. Wallace.

Sometimes, the best way
to represent a good cause

is to let the cause
do the talking.

I want to introduce you
to a woman

from the Harlem community

who can speak
to the plight of Negroes

in this country
far better than I can.

Mrs. Mayme Johnson.

I want to thank Amy
for not only supporting

the cause of civil rights,
but for understanding

the limits
white people will have

in empathizing
with the Black experience.

And, truth is,
they simply can't.

But they can listen.

By listening, I believe
our cause for equality

will advance
at a much quicker pace.

-First and foremost,

we must believe
that the pain

of the Black experience
in America

thorough multiple generations
of oppression is real.

We must have faith
that the good in people

outweighs the bad.

Otherwise, we can never learn
to trust each other.

And without trust, we can never
truly live in harmony.

Bonanno ain't finished
with us yet.

You know that, right?

I ain't worried
about Bonanno

as long as we
stick together.

Yeah.