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I suspect that you are
behind the disappearance

of Jean Jehan.

Je-who? I never heard of him.

But you haveheard
of the Ten Harlems.

- In unity.
- Yeah, of course.

Isn't that that new ride
at the World's Fair?

It is a multi-city

distribution ring that
you are bankrolling.

My partners require the
full amount in advance.

$8 million.

Bumpy Johnson's looking
to move 3,000 kilos.

This is war.

It's black against white.

Captain Omar
is coming to New York.

The threat against
me has escalated.

The threat against you, as well.

Would you see

if Sister Elise would
have lunch with me?

Lorenzo. Soon I'll be
able to avenge your death.

Joseph, you tell
me who killed him!

It was Vincent Gigante!

I'm gonna wipe out
the whole Commission.

And you
have an opportunity

to do what is right.

By turning
on my father?

- No.
- You sound very upset.

Uncle Louis, I have
a confession to make.

Go ahead, my child.

I'm telling you that one
of our guys is dirty, all right?

How come you're
backstabbing him?

I like being boss.

I got my
bankers in the community

to put together the money.

The first time I figured out
how we could be in control

of our own destiny, and
you want to fuck it up.

There's a saying
in the Negro neighborhood...

There's the money.

That when one starts doing well,

there's a certain type of person
that will try and tear him down,

like crabs in a barrel pull
down the one at the top.

Hey, Sam! We got a problem.

Oh, shit!

Sorry, Sam. It's just business.

How about a
ginger ale instead?

What if these new guys
want to play games

just like the others?

What if I have to
kill them, too?

Ain't none of the new guys
we got gonna fuck with you

after how you dealt
with that cat Sam.

It's in our blood, Del.

We just crabs in a barrel.

Your distribution network
is still in place,

and not one of
these motherfuckers

is gonna challenge
your leadership.

Sam said that it's time for
the new generation to step up.

I shoulda let Sam
take this shit over.

Coulda been like Frank
Costello, on the sidelines,

watching these
young-ass motherfuckers

just try to deal with
all these headaches

and shit and...

That's bullshit,

and you know it.

Sam woulda popped you the
minute that duji came in.

And the Italians woulda
killed him eventually.

Don't blame this
on the white man.

The biggest stumbling block
to the progress of our race

is us.

Ourselves.

Boss. No.

Hey.

Hey, pal.

Don't kill me, please.

Just give me the
fucking keys and scram.

Oh. Nice shot, boss.

You see what I did
there, Lombardi?

Oh, should I write it down?

Hey, maybe.

You keep your elbow
up... Write it down.

You keep your elbow up as
you stroke into the ball.

Hey, boss? I got
your wife a present.

Why the fuck would you
buy my wife a present?

No, it's from you.
It's chinchilla.

And I got a whole
truckload of this shit.

Minks, foxes, sables,
whatever she wants.

Feels like rabbit.

That's top-of-the-line.

I got one for Stella, too.

Hey, get lost.

I don't want you seeing my
daughter, you understand?

I don't want you to
put your hands on her.

I got feelings for her, and
she's got feelings for me.

You're lucky that you're
fucking alive, all right?

You lied to me about Benny.

In fact, the only
reason why you are alive

is because Stella's
got feelings for you.

Like I said, you put
your hands on her,

I'll take a fucking
bone saw to them.

But you're a good earner,
I'll give you that.

That counts for something.

Now get the fuck outta
here and make some money.

Go.

Buncha hoodlums you are.

What do you think, boss?

- Am I your type or what?
- What are you doing?

Is that a gun in your pocket
or are you happy to see me?

Why we gotta come
all the way out here?

Privacy.

I put the distribution
network in place.

We're good to go.

Just give me the
shipping instructions.

I'll send my guys
down to Montreal.

We smuggle the dope down here.

All right?

Not to Montreal.

What, you got a problem
with customs down here?

No.

Problem with me.

The gentleman from France
doesn't like the way

- you do business.

- Too many stray bullets.
- The fuck is this?

You make one move, my
men'll blow them all away.

I couldn't trust
you anymore, Bumpy.

Hey, listen, thanks
for paying for the dope

and setting up the new
distribution, you know?

Wise up, nigger.

I'm taking back the
French connection.

That's right.

Fuck you!

Fuck you.

I thought
I was gonna break a tooth.

Oh, no.

Well, what did you do?

Well, I prayed to
Allah for strength

and then I swallowed it.

Your poor wife.

Listen, she had many
challenges in this life,

and making bean pies
was one of them.

Oh, you must miss her very much.

Oh, every day.

Although, after meeting you,

I must admit, the
pain is a little less.

Look
how she plays him up.

She used to look at
Malcolm that way.

She has seduced
him to sit with her

like Eve seduced Adam.

She is a temptress.

I've asked Brother Richard
to keep an eye on her.

I've been talking your
ears off about myself.

Forgive me. Tell me
something about you.

What would you like to know?

Everything.

- It's so soft.
- Fits like a fucking glove.

It's good quality.

- You stole it?
- Stella.

Of course you did.

You know what I do for a living.

Besides, earning's the only way
to keep your father off my back.

He's still mad about Benny.

Every time I turn around,
I think he's gonna put one

in the back of my fucking head.

He won't.

He don't want us
seeing each other.

I make my own decisions.

Break it up! FBI! Hands up!

All right, fellas, you
got me. Call my lawyer.

Stella Gigante, we have a
warrant for your arrest.

What the fuck?

What you're saying is

difficult to comprehend.

Heh.

This morning, I-I discovered

that there had been
a slight alteration

to my business plans.

My Corsican partner...
He's not playing nice.

Is there nothing you can do
to remedy this situation?

Sorry, Judge. If
you're... If you're asking

do I have any recourse
under the law,

then no.

I'm a gangster.

You understand that
in addition to the 12%

for the laundering of profits,

you also leveraged yourself
to the United Bank of Harlem.

Just so we're clear, you
provided $2.6 million

of your own capital

and borrowed $3.3
million from the bank.

That's why we're here.

We structured a debt payment

that will begin after
the shipment arrived.

I need to get an extension
from... from you.

Bumpy, as you know, you had
to make certain guarantees

due to the precarious
nature of your business.

That's why I assigned collateral
obligations to the debt.

You mean the Geechee,
my apartment.

You said that was a formality.

A formality among friends, yes,

but it's a legally
binding document.

We have shareholders,
Brother Johnson,

to whom we're responsible.

Are you motherfuckers
saying that you're

gonna repossess my
club and my house?

Do you know what
I'd fucking do you

if you did something like that?

Watch your mouth, boy.

You're talking to
a federal judge.

I'll have your ass up the river
for making a threat like that.

Let's go, Brother Dayton.

I won't listen to
threats from a gangster.

Bumpy, these men are
not to be trifled with.

They can smell

your weakness.

I guess
everyone's entitled

to feel sorry for themselves.

This is different.

Killing those cats really
got under his skin.

We ain't never gonna
find this Monsieur 98.

Let's check at that
hotel he was at.

He'll be long gone.

I'll tell you one thing,

if we find this motherfucker,

the look on his face will
be one thing I will enjoy.

- What kinda look?
- That look you get

when you know your time
on this planet is over.

How're
you feeling today?

My head still spins,
but a lot less.

There might be some dope
left in your system.

It could also be
my baby kicking,

keeping me up at night.

I've decided to raise
my child in the faith.

Praise Allah.

Thanks to you

and all the wisdom
that you've taught me.

I'm happy here.

Sister Elise.

Captain Omar has
requested to see you

in his office immediately.

I'm so proud of you.

Get some rest.

Oh.

Uh...

Please, forgive me for taking
you away from your duties,

but, uh,

I just could not wait

to give you this.

A gift?

As I was praying this morning,

it must've been
divine inspiration.

I thought to myself, "Sister
Elise must have this."

Open it.

"The Supreme Wisdom"
by Elijah Muhammad.

Go to the first page.

The Dear Holy Apostle signed it

and gave it to me himself.

He calls you his rising star.

It's one of my most
treasured possessions.

I can't accept this.

- Why not?
- It's sacred.

It should stay with you.

Which is why I'm
hoping that it will,

in a way.

You fill me with the kind of joy

that I didn't think I
could experience again

after my wife died.

I don't want this book

or you

to ever leave my side.

Sister Elise

will you marry me?

You can uncuff her.

Nice mink, Miss Gigante.

What am I being arrested for?

Nothing yet.

I just wanted to
have a little chat.

Is that why you handcuffed me?

Well, I thought it
would be helpful for you

to experience what it was like
if you were really arrested.

I haven't done anything.

Hmm.

A tape begs to differ.

Uncle Louis, I have
something to tell you.

I have a confession to make.

Go
ahead, my child.

I killed Benny Mangano.

I don't believe you.

I did.

I shot him.

Sound familiar?

- How did you get that?
- What? Nobody told you?

All the phones in
your house are tapped.

Your father knows.

Although he is a more
experienced criminal,

knows not to mention his murders

when chit-chatting
with relatives.

- You are evil.
- Mm.

That's not my voice.

I'm not your enemy, Stella.

I'm actually here to help you.

Well, I guess we
know his status.

So, what do you want?

I want the real threat.

Your father.

The man who orders Benny
Mangano and scum like him

to murder, steal, and extort,

and I need you to
testify against him.

No fuckin' way.

See, I figured you'd say that.

That's why that tape
will be so helpful.

Because if you don't
testify against your father,

I will make sure to put you
in jail for a very long time.

Your choice, Miss Gigante.

You or him.

I can't eat.

I can't sleep.

Ain't had a drink for...

For decades till
the last two weeks.

Not that I need specifics,

but

business deals go bad
all the time, Bumpy.

You'll pick yourself
up like you always do.

I never thought about
getting out before.

But it's on my
mind all the time.

Perhaps that's a good thing.

I got... I got people
to support, man.

We talked about the
contradictions of your character

on many occasion
before, brother...

Don't lecture me,
please. Come on.

I fucked up.

I made mistakes.

As have I.

Both got enemies.

I just never thought that
mine would be of my own kind.

Neither did I.

Pardon the pun, but
maybe both our chickens

have come home to roost.

I didn't mean to make
you depressed, man.

I didn't mean to bring you
down. Wouldn't try to do that.

Hey, brother, life is a
dangerous game for all of us,

but particularly a
man on the streets.

Sometimes it feels like the
entire world is against you.

Isn't it?

I mean, really?

Isn't it?

No.

Most of the time,
people are just doing

whatever they think
is best for them.

What do I do now?

Stand still and think
about who you really are.

Maybe if you let go of
who you think you are,

you'll make room for who
you were meant to be.

Yeah.

My Lord, Elise.
I don't know what to say.

It was unexpected,
that's for sure.

I've known Captain
Omar less than a month.

What did you tell him?

That I needed time to think.

And that a proper
Muslim courtship period

was necessary to support
any intention to marry.

And he completely understood.

I don't know how your father's
gonna feel about this.

Oh, he'll hate it.

I'm not even sure
how I feel about it.

It's just that Omar is
kind and thoughtful,

and he seems to be
in love with me.

Do you love him?

Do you promise to
never tell anyone this?

Yes.

The only man I've
ever loved is Malcolm.

He is the pinnacle.

But Malcolm can only
ever be a friend,

and I've become close
with Betty as well,

and their friendship
means everything to me.

I know.

Mayme, if you only
knew how lonely I am.

I don't want to end up
dying old and alone.

What's ironic is I only
stayed at the mosque

to be Malcolm's eyes and ears.

And

now I've found a man who I know
could give me a happy life.

I think you should talk
to Malcolm and Betty.

They'll know what to do.

It's just that no matter
what he's done to me,

I can't testify
against my own father.

You're not gonna testify,
and you're not going to jail.

The feds do this
shit all the time.

Morgenthau's got nothing.

Nothing? He's got
me on fucking tape

saying I killed Benny.

Exactly.

Stella, look at me.
It's just a tape.

There's no body, there's
no murder weapon,

there's no evidence.

They're never gonna
get a conviction

just from a fuckin' tape.

How do you know?

When you're in my business,

you know these things.

What about my uncle?

He's a man of the cloth.

Anything said to him is
a privileged confession.

He's gonna be furious we
got him caught up in this.

Should we call a lawyer?

No.

First thing... We
talk to Father Louis,

set him straight.

I'll give him a call.

No, we stay off
the fuckin' phone.

From now on, we use pigeons.

We don't have any pigeons.

It was a joke, Stell.

If I had a nickel for every time
a prosecutor tried this shit,

I wouldn't have to
steal a chinchilla coat.

I think I'm starting to
love you, Ernie Nunzi.

When you can't
shampoo, use Minipoo.

Minipoo is a dry shampoo that
cleans and brightens hair

without water.

I'm home.

What you watching on the TV?

You are not gonna believe this.

A man at the mosque
proposed to Elise today.

What?

His name is Captain Omar.

I think she really
has feelings for him.

That's... That's ridiculous.

I think she's seriously
considering it.

Last thing in the world I
want is a Muslim son-in-law.

That's... That's about
the last thing I want.

Ellsworth, what is going on?

Nothing.

The last few weeks,

you have been sullen
and uncommunicative.

You haven't been yourself.

I tell you your daughter
has a marriage proposal,

and you act like a jerk.

I'm under a lot of
pressure, all right?

You are always under
a lot of pressure.

But you don't deal
with it like this.

I use that to sleep.

No, this isn't you.

How do you know?

You don't know half of
the shit that I've done.

I'm trying to protect you from
all the shit that I have to do.

Just tell me what's
wrong. Just talk to me.

I don't know what's
wrong! It's bullshit.

Everything's bullshit.

You... You're driving
me fucking crazy.

Buzzing around in my
ear like a fucking gnat.

Buzz, buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz, buzz.

No, no. Don't talk
to me like this.

I'm outta here.

I believe him to be a
good man, Captain Omar.

If you have feelings for
him, you should act on it.

My plan was to leave the
Nation and follow you.

The Nation saved my life,
just as it did yours.

But Islam is Islam, no
matter where you practice it.

I don't want to upset you.

Well, I will be upset if
you deny yourself happiness.

You deserve all the blessings
this life can give you.

You are a woman of great worth.

I presume Captain Omar doesn't
know of your friendship with us.

Just the opposite.

He thinks I've
denounced Malcolm.

She had to adopt that position
in order to stay there.

A marriage with secrets
is destined to fail.

Captain Omar has accepted
so many things about me,

things I would have
preferred to keep secret,

and both of you are
so important to me.

As you are to us.

Before I accept any proposal,

I just have to
tell him the truth.

So, what's the big emergency?

The feds want me to
testify against my dad.

They have a recording
of us talking.

A recording?

Talking about what?

When I confessed to
you that I shot Benny.

Oh, my Lord. This is awful.

The phone's tapped.

Oh, sweet Jesus, this
cannot be happening.

Ernie said that if you
go to Morgenthau's office

and deny everything that's
on that tape, it'll be okay.

You want me to lie to
the federal prosecutor?

Morgenthau will
throw the book at me

if I refuse to testify.

Please help me, Uncle Louis.

Hey, Bumpy.

We found Monsieur 98.

He, uh, changed hotels, but
the switchboard operator

had a forwarding number.

Good.

Wouldn't wanna be you when
Bumpy Johnson gets through

with your sorry ass.

You gonna have a
whole lotta new scars

to go along with that old one.

I'm sorry. I did what
I thought I must do.

Shut the fuck up.

Bumpy.

I just wanna talk.

Give me some space, all right?

You went over to Bonanno.

Why?

You killed all those men.

Your partners. Your friends.

You were scared.

I understand that.

In this business, it's
kill or be killed.

Truth is, I'm scared, too.

Scared for my life,

scared for my family,

scared for my people,

scared for this
whole shitty world.

These are bad days, man.

I'm not sure we
all gonna make it.

No, no, no.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

But Bonanno is stealing
some of my duji,

and I need to know when and
where it arrives in Canada.

Bonanno will kill me if I tell.

That's true.

So we're both trapped.

You don't know who to
trust, and neither do I.

I didn't like killing those men,

but I could not trust them.

And you... you can't trust me.

And the only way I
could earn your trust

is by offering you the option

of whether you stay
or whether you go.

Stay here or go free.

If you leave, nothing
will happen to you.

I will not harm
you if you decide

that's what you want to do.

Just leave?

Who scares you the most?

Bonanno or me?

Would Bonanno let
you walk out of here?

You been working with
the Italians for years.

Do they respect you?

I'm offering you a partnership

based in trust and respect.

It's your choice.

I choose to leave.

So be it.

Want me to catch him
and take his ass out?

No.

Why, Bump?

He's the key to the
whole French connection.

Why would you just let him go?

I can kill a man for
stabbing me in my back.

I can't kill a man for
wanting to save his own life.

But you'll lose millions
of dollars, Bump.

Bonanno will have
the connection,

and then it's only
a matter of time,

with all those
guns and soldiers,

that he'll come after us.

He'll crush us, Bump.

I will take your side.

I trust you.

This is what I know.

You knew it all
along, didn't you?

You knew he'd come back.

Bumpy's a chess player.

Always thinking moves ahead.

Nah. I had no moves.

No idea what he was gonna do.

Sometimes it's best
just to be honest.

- Too heavy.
- Let's see what you got here.

Ta-da.

Lombardi, this is some haul.

Where the fuck did
you heist these from?

It wasn't me, boss.

Ernie knocked over
Tiffany's on Fifth Avenue.

No shit.

Ever since he got
made, he's earning.

He's earning like never before.

All right.

Who's this?

Chin. It's Bumpy Johnson.

You got some fucking
nerve calling me.

You talk to your
man Bonanno lately?

- What for?
- Well, I hear he's planning

on stealing the French
connection from you.

You know, why don't you
go fuck yourself, huh?

I'm tired of your tricks.

It's not a trick.

I might come to you with
a deal at some point.

If I were you, I'd take it.

Yeah, how about I stick
a gun in your mouth

and blow your fucking
brains out, huh?

Face the facts. You
lost the connection.

Remember this...
A stronger Bonanno

ain't something either
one of us can afford.

I love this
one. Look at this.

This is gorgeous.
You're such a doll.

What do you think?

Yeah. Yeah.

I-I mean, Lombardi
looks better in it.

Hey, thanks, boss.

You know, go scratch
your ass, you.

- It's not funny.

You're welcome.

I want to thank you for seeing
me on such short notice.

It's always nice to meet
the man whose picture

you have up on your wall.

My Lord.

How can I help you, Father?

There's been a grave
misunderstanding.

Oh, dear. About what?

I'm told you have a tape of me
and my niece horsing around.

Horsing around.

What... What's that mean?

Let me explain.

Ever since she was
a little child,

Stella liked to make up games.

One of them was where she
would come up with a sin

and I would forgive her.

For example, "Father
Louis, I stole a cookie."

Or, uh, "Father
Louis, I told a lie."

Or, "Father Louis, I
murdered a million people."

I see.

So I'm afraid that your tape
recorder may have picked up

a small part of our
admittedly childish game.

- Mm.
- It was pure fantasy.

No reality at all.

Father Gigante, I have great
respect for men of the cloth,

but do you actually expect
me to believe that bullshit?

Hmm.

I'm willing to swear on the
Holy Bible that it's true.

Be my guest.

I'm referring to a court of law.

Mm.

I won't cooperate with
your investigation,

whose real purpose is
to railroad my brother,

and I will not help you ruin
an innocent girl's life.

I think I understand
the mix-up here.

You may be under the impression
that a clerical confession

is privileged information
under the law.

And it is, if it occurs
in a confessional booth.

Public pay phone doesn't count.

What do you want from me?

Well, unless you
want to be defrocked

and humiliated in front of
your entire congregation,

I want Stella Gigante to
testify against your brother.

After all,

there is barely a
commandment he hasn't broken.

I'm sorry I failed you, Stella.

No. You tried.

Thanks, Uncle Louis.

And while your actions
will be judged by God,

I can't stand by and let
you go to jail for something

that fundamentally
is not your fault.

What exactly are you saying?

Testify.

Testify against your father.

What, are you fuckin' nuts?

I don't say this easily, but
it is the right thing to do.

You're young.

Stella, you mustn't
throw your life away.

Don't listen to him, Stell.

The Bible teaches us that all
that is required is the truth.

The Lord will have
mercy on us all.

Yeah, we can't count
on that, Father.

Besides, I killed Benny.

Stella only wounded him.

I put the bullet between
his fucking eyes.

We did it together.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

Wait a minute.

The Good Lord just
gave me the answer.

Good gracious, Sandra.

You're off to the hospital.

My baby thanks you.

Thank you all.

Praise to Allah.

Now, we were right
about our suspicions.

Brother Richard
observed Sister Elise

going to Malcolm's house.

She spent a few hours there.

I knew it.

She's been deceiving us.

She's a traitor. A liar.
Probably spied for him.

We must inform Captain
Omar immediately.

Yes?

Mr. Morgenthau,

Stella Gigante is
here to see you.

Send her in.

She's here with a Mr. Nunzi.

Okay, send them both.

Stella. Hello.

Mr. Nunzi.

Your reputation precedes you.

What, may I ask,
are you doing here?

He's my boyfriend.

He's here for moral support.

Oh.
What a gentleman.

So, Stella, are we ready
to sign that immunity deal

in return for testifying
against your father?

No.

You can prosecute
me if you want.

You mind waiting outside
for a minute there, Romeo?

No, I think I'll stay.

If you wanna prosecute her,

you're gonna have to
prosecute me, too.

And why is that?

She only wounded him.

I put the bullet in his head.

We killed Benny
Mangano together.

What the fuck is this?

It's us being honest.

The point is, I'm never
testifying against my dad.

Okay.

Fine.

Have it your way.

I'll charge you both.

We'll see how quick
you are to confess

once you're up on that stand.

Yeah.

Well, we're looking forward
to our day in court.

Mm. Well, I'll see you there.

Let's that jerk Morgenthau
try to prosecute us now.

Your uncle had a
good idea, Stell.

I forgot two married people

can't testify
against each other.

May the Lord, in His
kindness, strengthen

the consent you have
declared before the church.

And what God has
joined together,

let no man put asunder.

I now declare you man and wife.

May I interrupt
you for a moment?

I've thought about
your proposal.

I must admit, it
took me by surprise,

but if I'm being honest,

it filled me with excitement
and happiness, too.

But there is one thing I have
to discuss with you first.

Were you at the home of
Malcolm X the other night?

Yes. Yes, I was.

How did you know?

So those denunciations,

all those words you spoke
at the tribunal with Allah

as your witness, were lies?

Malcolm brought
me to this mosque.

I wanted to tell him
about your proposal.

Why?

What does his word matter?

A man who slandered
the Dear Holy Apostle.

Because he's my friend,
like he was once yours.

I thought you were a
woman of integrity.

A woman of faith would not lie.

The truth is I
don't hate Malcolm.

I don't despise him, and I don't
disagree with what he said.

You are a worthless
piece of garbage.

I only thank Allah I was
informed of your treachery.

Get out of this office and
leave this mosque immediately.

I'm not sure if this
pain I'm feeling

is because my heart is broken
or because you don't have one.

I'll pray for your soul
since it is so weak.

And I'll thank you for
making mine stronger,

because I know who I am
and what my worth is.

You don't deserve
a woman like me.

Go back to Malcolm.

Traitors!

You will both pay!

I need to know if
Bonanno's called

for a meeting of the families.

Yeah.

We're all going
down to Coney Island

'cause it's closed.

We're gonna do the
split on the dope.

My informant tells me
that Bonanno's planning

to wholesale the dope

without the help of
the other families.

Who is this informant, huh?

The Corsican.

Oh, okay.

Bonanno's making his move.

You said that he's through
with the commission.

Nobody who goes to that meeting
is gonna come out alive, Frank.

Including you.

I gotta warn the families.

I wouldn't advise that.

If they cancel the meeting,

Bonanno will know that
his plan's been revealed

and he'll make another plan,

and if the family knows
that he wants them dead,

there's gonna be a war.

That's just a gift
to Robert Morgenthau.

Okay, so, what the fuck
am I supposed to do here?

I want you to call
in sick, Frank.

Let me handle it.

Can't do that.

Frank, you're my friend.

I love you.

Just

sit this one out, all right?

What happened?

Oh.

I'm sorry, baby.

I tell ya, you gotta give.

Bumpy Johnson credit
for one thing.

3,000 kilos... that's the
most we ever attempted to move

since Lucky Luciano and myself
created the connection in '46.

Sure you don't
want one? Come on.

I had them open
the stand for us.

- No, merci.
- Mm.

Hey, here it is.

You told me you were not
gonna share the shipment

with the other families.

I'm not.

Won't they try to kill you?

Not if I kill them
first.

I suppose I should be prepared.

You're not gonna need that gun.

I'm afraid I do.

The gentleman from
France decided

that he'd rather play with me.

So, we're all fucking here.
What are we supposed to do?

Go on a roller coaster?

What do you want us to do?

What do you
think we're doing?

Yeah, we're waiting for Joe.

What is the fucking problem?

We're all here.

- We're waiting for Joe.
- I'm tired.

Hold on!

What the fuck?

Joe Bonanno's men are up there.

They got gunsights on
each and every one of you.

Go ahead, Joe.

Give them the good word.

Put down your fucking guns, now!

What is this? Huh?

I got a hair trigger
on this pistol.

If anybody makes a
move, I'll kill Bonanno,

and his men kill all of you.

What's going on, Joe?

It wasn't a meeting
of the families

to divide up all the dope.

Joe wanted it all for himself.

None of you were gonna
leave here alive.

I wanna hear it from him.

Is that right, Joe?

You killed my son.

I did fucking kill him, and I
shoulda fucking killed you, too!

Remember I told you I was
gonna make you a deal?

Joe is gonna retire.

He's gonna leave town for good.

I'll give you a nice piece
of the dope out of Marseille

just for a down payment.

What, you want me to
put a down payment

on my own fucking dope?

Tell him, Joe.

That French moolinyan
betrayed us.

He's with Bumpy now.

We lost our connection?

Yeah, you did.

And I didn't have to come
here and save your life

or save the lives
of your friends.

You want the dope,
then give me the money.

What, you expect me to
partner up with you?

No.

I don't.

You have East Harlem,

but Harlem is mine.

If you think different,

then go ahead and fire that gun.

You know what's funny?

I swore an oath with
all these motherfuckers.

I don't trust any of 'em.

I take your offer.

It's time to get
out of town, Joe.

You're not welcome in New York.

Quite honestly, I think we
should have this reappraised

before we put it up for sale.

I agree.

It's worth quite a bit
more than what we told.

Brother Johnson it was worth.

Brothers.

Thank you for coming.

Hello, Brother Johnson.

I have here a certified check
for the full amount of the loan.

Paid in full.

But you said that you were
not gonna be able to...

The Italians made an
arrangement with me.

They're gonna advance
me the $3.3 million.

It's all there.

Plus the commission of
6% to launder the money.

We agreed to 12%.

No, we agreed to 6%,
which you jacked up

because of Robert
Morgenthau's investigation,

which is my concern,
not yours, so 6% it is.

Brother Johnson, I will not
be talked to in this manner.

So what you gonna do about it?

I think the Brothers would agree

that 6% is acceptable.

Absolutely agree. 6%.

Good. Good.

Let's, uh... Let me
pour you guys a drink.

Please. Brittany, can
you get these gentlemen

whatever they
would like, please?

Oh, Brittany...

I'm drinking ginger
ale these days.

- Nice bar.
- Thank you, Brother Johnson.