All language subtitles for Godfather Of Harlem s03e04 Captain Fields.eng

We need Jose Battle
to keep the peace.

We need Bumpy Johnson
to sell our dope in Harlem.

Go fuck yourselves.

[Bumpy] Your friends ask you to
come and try to change my mind?

I'd rather be friends
with an Alzado.

I spoke with Assistant District
Attorney Pike today.

He knows about your association
with Jose Battle.

- Who do you want me to kill?
- Juan Madera, a journalist.

- I keep my promises.
- [grunts]

Better keep yours.

I would love for you to come
with me to Africa.

I'll need an executive assistant
to help with my affairs.

- Travel to Africa with you?
- Who better than you?

How long are you
keeping me here for?

[Colombo] Someone tried
to have you killed.

I made a promise to your pops
that I'd look after you.

- This is an easy gig here.
- What if I quit?

Then you stay in your room.

We'll discuss salary
over dinner.

Fine.

There's no reason
why we can't be friends.

I'll take him back
to French Connection.

[Pettigrew]
We found Monsieur 98.

[Bumpy] Who scares you the most?

Bonnano or me?

[grunting]

I will take your side.

[Junie Byrd]
Three thousand keys.

[Pettigrew] With the biggest
duji shipment in history.

So, I received this postcard
from our man in Marseilles.

His name is Jean Cesar,

but he's better known
as Monsieur 98.

Well, in case
you didn't know it,

we've been dealing
with these fuckin' frogs

before you had diapers on.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that
on the last shipment,

Bumpy Johnson made you all
look like idiots.

- Hey, hey, you fuckin' --
- Hey, Carlo, let him talk.

What are you saying?

If he hadn't had
the rotten luck

for the dope
to burn up in those riots,

he'd be in control
of the connection right now.

As it is, Monsieur 98
is coming soon

to work out an arrangement
with anyone

that has the organization
and the police protection

to move the junk
into the neighborhoods.

Where does Chin stand
on all this?

He's authorized me
to negotiate a deal,

with your approval, of course,

and to keep Bumpy Johnson away
from this deal at all costs.

[scoffs]
Good luck with that.

See this?

This nigger was just put in
as the captain

of the 27th Precinct.

Him and Johnson are gonna be
thick as thieves.

Listen, this guy was installed
to calm the Blacks in Harlem

after the riots
so they see a Black face.

That's it. He's a figurehead.
Nothing more.

No one could move dope in Harlem
withoutthe 27th in pocket.

Not you, not me,
not even Johnson.

Calm down, fellas.

Cops don't give a flying fuck
about Black or white.

It's all about green.

[band playing swing jazz]

♪♪

[crowd cheering]

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Listen.

We're not gonna have
a problem, right?

There's always problems
when you move the duji.

No, I mean
with this new cop,

this new captain guy --
he's not gonna fuck us up?

It depends on whether he bleeds
Black or he bleeds blue.

I'm more worried about Colombo
and the Families.

They've always been able to work
things out with the cops.

♪♪

Everyone down on
the fucking floor right now!

[people screaming]

- [gunshot]
- Everyone!

[screaming continues]

- Get down, you motherfuckers.
- Get down!

Everybody down
on the fucking ground!

Get down on the fucking floor.
Are you stupid?

- Get the fuck down.
- You can't hear me?

Everybody down
on the floor now!

Get the fuck down
on the floor now, everyone!

♪♪

♪ 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

[rapping] ♪ 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 did this shit
in my fucking house?

My fucking house?

Do cops usually
come after you like this?

No.

I got cops on the pad
to protect this place.

Maybe somebody's paying them
more money to stand aside.

I didn't recognize those two,
but I saw their brass.

They're from the 27th.

Motherfuckers took money
outta the tip jar,

but didn't even go back
and look for a safe.

[chuckles]
Fucking intimidation move.

Colombo sending a message?

Yeah, well, he sees that you
and me, we're raking it in.

It's a fuck-you.

How about we get some men
and we go hit himback?

It's not about
tit for tat.

This is about the heroin.

Colombo's making his play.

Shipment's coming in.

If he gets the 27th,
we're fucked.

[ship horn blows]

♪♪

♪♪

[man speaking French]

Bon voyage.

[engine starts]

The people of Harlem need
to trust their men in uniform,

and we need
to earn their trust.

For too long, policing in
Harlem has been

billy club first,
questions later, if at all,

and I can promise you
that will change.

[door opens]

Oh, thank God you're okay.

They shot up the place.

- Cops?
- In uniform.

I'm telling you,
those cops were bought

and paid for by the guineas.

[scoffs]

You know what, Elsworth?

There might be a way
you can deal with this

by going
right to the source.

What do you mean?

Well, Reggie Fields
was just on the news --

the new police captain.

I met him with Roy Wingate
last week.

He is an honest, good man.

And he's Black.

What difference
does that make?

Well, he says he wants to make
a difference in Harlem,

and I believe him.

If there are dirty, corrupt cops
on his force,

he should know about it.

I also have cops on the pad,
Mayme.

Look.

They don't steal from
legitimate businesses.

You are a Black business owner.
You have rights.

You think this new captain
gives a shit about me?

He should.

You're always looking out
for me, aren't you?

Just talk to him,

make him aware
of the situation.

♪♪

It feels like we landed
in a postcard.

If I remember
the guidebook,

that's the Great Pyramid
of Giza.

- You're not homesick yet?
- [chuckles]

Harlem has its glory,
but...

Ghana, Nigeria, Sudan --

Africa's starting to feel
like my real home.

Yeah, you're hearing
our ancestors' voices clearly

for the first time,

unfiltered by
the fog of prejudice.

I bet it soothes your soul
as it does mine.

You have tea with President
Gamal Abdel Nasser at 4:00

and then dinner with President
Ahmed Ben Bella of Algeria,

if you can manage.

Call them both
and reschedule.

Why?

Che Guevara wants
to meet with me today.

The Cuban revolutionary.

He sent me a telegram
when we were both in Accra.

He wants to meet before I speak
at the Pan-African Conference.

I'll clear your schedule.

Anything else?

I'm gonna go to that bazaar
near the hotel.

I want to get a gift
for Margaret.

Look, I don't want you to leave
this hotel on your own.

Why?

All over Africa,
I've gone as I pleased.

Egypt is a different beast.

There are proprieties in place,
especially for women.

It's far more stringent
than in West Africa.

I think you should
stay in your room.

I will, as soon as I finish
arranging your schedule.

♪♪

♪♪

Here is your money.

Thank you for a job well done.

What exactly was the point
of all that bullshit?

Call it the fine art
of negotiation.

Now, how many cops
does Johnson still have

in his pocket at the 27?

Look at the bodacious tatas
on this girl.

Jesus mother of Mary.

Still gonna be a while
till we find out which cops

Johnson controls.

What about
this new captain?

I need him on my pad
when the shipment comes in.

With Chin Gigante gone,
you're making a play, huh?

The fuck are
you talking about?

What?

I'm holding down the fort
forChin Gigante.

They key is neutralizing
Bumpy Johnson.

How the fuck
we supposed to do that?

Arrest him.

On what charge?

I don't fucking know.
Who cares?

I just need to show him
who's boss around here.

Maybe a couple days at Rikers
will change his attitude.

Yeah.

[Bumpy] Thanks for seeing me,
Captain Fields.

My wife -- she speaks
very highly of you.

According to this report,
Mr. Johnson,

your Geechee club is open past
the hours of legal operation.

Most of the clubs in Harlem
do that, Captain,

as you must well know.

My place was shot up
by your police officers

for no reason whatsoever.

Well, that's quite
an accusation.

I mean,
I didn't recognize them,

but they were wearing uniforms
and 27th Precinct badges.

My question is,
what are you doing about it?

If what you say is true,

an independent counsel
would have to be convened,

which would take considerable
amounts of time and money.

That's an excellent idea.

Resources which could
be used instead

to investigate racketeering,
prostitution,

loan sharking, numbers running,
and dope peddling.

But not police corruption,
I guess.

Johnson, let's get
past the bullshit.

Mm.

I know who you are
and your long rap sheet.

I also know the many things
you do to help the community,

like all those kids
you help send to college.

I do what I can.
What about you?

Well, there are many things
I need to concern myself with,

and dirty cops
isone of them.

But so are mob bosses,

both Italian and Black.

Your complaint is
duly noted.

I guess that means
that you're not gonna do

a goddamn thing about it,
then.

Know this -- if you can't keep
your cops under control,

you can bet your Black ass
that I will.

♪♪

♪♪

[door slams]

[machinery whirring]

[indistinct conversations
in background]

Nice of you to show up.

Oh, I didn't know you kept
strict business hours.

Yeah, I don't,

but a little discipline
wouldn't hurt.

Well, that's not gonna
help me much,

seeing I don't do nothing
but take messages for you.

That's right.
You take messages for me.

And I'm keeping you alive.

Seems like
a fair trade to me.

Keeping me alive for what?

I'm bored. I'm lonely.

I can't go anywhere
or do anything.

I have no friends.

What can I do to put a smile
on that pretty face of yours?

You can give me
my freedom.

Let me go to Paris.

[sighs]

I get that you're bored
and lonely.

How about that Negro lady
you saw in Philly?

You want I should bring her
up here for a visit?

The last thing I want
is your fucking goons

running in on her
with their guns

and forcing her
to do anything.

Okay.

You're such
a fucking asshole!

Forget I mentioned it.

Forget I offered
to do anything!

You're such an ungrateful
little bitch.

If I didn't make a promise
to your father

that I'd keep you safe,

I'd consider
whacking you myself!

Fuck you!

[Egyptian music plays]

Malcolm X in the flesh.

[chuckles]
Che Guevara.

What an honor
to finally meet you.

Fidel, uh, often spoke
about his wonderful trip

to Harlem and your gifts
as an orator.

- [chuckles]
- He described you

as "America's
number-one revolutionary."

I'm pleased by Fidel's
kind words.

They are his words,
not mine.

I would not call you
a revolutionary.

How would you
describe me, then?

If you don't mind
my asking.

As an advocate, perhaps,

but a revolutionary fights
with more than just his words.

He takes action.

I have never backed down
from a fight.

You are Minister Malcolm X.

If you sound a war cry,

all of heaven and Earth
will take arms.

This is about the speech
I'm making

at the Pan-African Conference.

You can be of great service.

I need the African leaders
to lend their support

to the worldwide struggle
for liberation.

They eat out of your hands.

They listen to you.

I am here to talk about
ourpeople's

political struggle
in the United States.

You're always talking
about the crimes committed

against your people

by racist forces
in yourcountry.

They are too great
to mention.

If you can't see that
your country is committing

these crimes
all over the world,

then why are you here?

Or is it just to see
the pyramids?

♪♪

[knock on door]

Who is it?

[man] Hotel security.

How can I help you?

Is Malcolm El Shabazz present?

No, I'm sorry.
He's at a meeting.

Are you the assistant
to Malcolm El Shabazz?

Yes.

Please come with me.

Why?

Please follow me.

♪♪

[door opens]

Thank you.

I'm sure you're wondering
why hotel security

asked you down here.

No one asked me.

If they had,
I wouldn't have come.

Fair enough.

My name is
Gregory Reynolds.

I'm with the U.S.
State Department.

I wanted to have
a little talk with you

about Malcolm El Shabazz.

What about him?

Well, we understand
that you've been traveling

as his secretary
throughout Africa,

and that he trusts you.

Why not talk to him
yourself?

We both know he's a very
proud man and stubborn,

and doesn't always
listen to reason.

We don't want him
to give a speech

at the Pan-African Conference.

Why?

We know that Malcolm
and Che Guevara

have been in communication.

Spreading communist propaganda
in Africa

is against
our national interest.

Who exactly are you?

Africa's a tinder box
right now.

Wars breaking out all over.

The Communists would like
nothing more

than to form
a stronghold here.

What in the world does that
have to do with Malcolm?

When he talks
about things like...

liberation and resistance,

it's just a veryshort hop
to socialism and communism.

Malcolm is no communist.

Look, he's free to say
whatever he wants

on American soil.

But in Egypt,
the State Department would

prefer he cancel
his speech.

No way
he's gonna cancel.

Rumor has it that someone
from Mosque Number Seven

in New York City
tried to kill him.

Is that correct?

I have no idea.

Miss Johnson,

I know you care
about this man,

and, believe it or not,
so do I.

I want to see
that he makes it home safe.

He certainly doesn't need
more enemies.

Only one?

What?

We had two dozen patrol and
three detectives on our books.

I want to know
what the fuck happened.

We -- We did the footwork
like you asked.

And these cops
we've known for years

barely even willing
to talk to us.

Whoever got to our cops either
put the fear of God in 'em

or is paying them
a whole lot more.

Either way, Colombo.

Any luck with
that new captain?

Useless.

Another token Negro
to con our people

into thinking
that things are changing.

Now what about those fuckers
who hit the Geechee?

Still making inquiries.

Without cops on our pad,

we're looking at a life sentence
if we get pinched.

What do you suggest?

What about D'Alessandro?

Nah, nah, he ain't in the 27th.
He's Midtown.

I don't care.

If you want information
about dirty cops,

you ask a dirty cop.

Get me D'Alessandro.

So let me
get this straight.

Joseph Colombo
is keeping you prisoner?

At my father's request.

He's worried one of the other
Families might try to kill me.

So how exactly are you
a prisoner?

He got me an apartment
where I gotta stay.

I work for him in his office
at the car lot.

He has guards on me
all the time.

The only reason
I'm here right now

is 'cause I told them
I had a gynecological exam.

So you're in close proximity
to Joe Colombo.

Unfortunately, yes.

♪♪

Want Joe Colombo
out of your hair for good?

We've been picking up chatter
about a huge shipment of heroin

coming into New York.

Connect him
to that shipment,

and we'll put him away
for life.

How the hell am I supposed
to do that?

Get a couple glasses of wine
in these guys,

they'll tell you
the riddle of the Sphinx.

So you want me
to do your job for you

and maybe
get myself killed?

No, thanks.

I'll make sure you get
a new identity, new life,

under federal protection.

Can you do that for me
in Paris?

Normally we don't protect
people internationally.

But you put Colombo in jail,

you'll be walking
on the Champs-Elys es.

What would I have to do?

Bumpy, I'm sorry.

I'm Midtown these days,
not anywhere near the 27th.

I'm looking for the two
dirty cops who shot up my joint.

How much would it cost me
to find out?

[chuckles]
It ain't about money.

I won't be able to get a peep
out of no one.

That new boss, Colombo --

he's got everyone
on his payroll.

Apparently, the next
shipment's gonna be huge.

I need you to try.

If they think I'm sniffing
around for you,

I'll get my balls
chopped off, honest.

Remind me how much money
you made

when I stole that duji
out of that police locker?

I bet it put your kids
through college.

There's more of that
if you can help me out.

[sighs]

I'll do my best.

I appreciate it.

[tapping knuckles]

♪♪

That crooked cop ain't gonna
do shit, right?

What you thinkin', boss?

We got the signal from
Marseilles dope's coming soon.

[sighs]

I'm thinking...

we gotta set a meeting
with Colombo.

Him and me.

♪♪

[music playing in distance]

He knew about
your meeting with Che.

I didn't know what to say.

State Department, my ass.

That man was pure CIA.

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

That's not good.

It is.

It means I'm getting
under their skin.

I know how important
this speech is

and how much you've
accomplished already.

All over the continent,
you've talked about the need

for Black liberation.

And I have to continue.

This speech is
the pinnacle.

I know.
I'm just a little concerned.

I'm not going to let anyone
keep me from my work.

Nor should you,

but that man scared me.

This isn't a game.

Nobody knows that
more than me.

Malcolm,
I have a bad feeling.

♪♪

[car door opens]

♪♪

♪♪

Well, here we are again.

Putting those cops on my club
was a big mistake.

What makes you think
those were mycops?

Stop with the bullshit.
I know you got the 27th.

That ain't gonna stop me
from getting the heroin

from Marseilles
when it drops.

You're in no position
to make threats, Johnson.

But I'm a reasonable man.

I'm willing to negotiate.

You never give up,
do you?

I get what I want.

And what is that?

When the shipment comes in,

there'll be a fight
for who controls it.

- Yeah.
- No!

I'm gonna get the dope,
all of it.

But I am gonna need
your help selling it.

It's that simple.

I don't work
for you, Joe.

[chuckles]

You know, Bumpy,

you're always talking about

how the Blacks
are mistreated.

Listen, I don't disagree,

so I made you a good offer
by any measure,

a-and you turn me down.

Again and again.

Then you talk about
being locked in a cage?

That's your own bullshit.

To be honest, I got half a mind
to think you'rea racist.

You want to make a deal
right now?

Equal partners.

50-50.

50-50 you want?

It's too late for you
to dictate terms.

I stood up for a fair deal
on your behalf to the Families.

You made me look foolish
in their eyes.

Especially when you conned
Jose Battle to your side.

And so
with all due respect,

you can go fuck yourself.

That's what I thought.

Listen, those cops are gonna
be cracking down

on every fuckin' place
you and Battle own.

You can't control
all of the cops.

- Well...
- [keys jingling]

...I control
more than you.

Come here.
I want to show you something.

♪♪

♪♪

He was asking a lot of
questions, from what I'm told.

♪♪

[Egyptian music playing
in background]

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪

You're willing to let
a little CIA hide-and-seek

scare you
out of your mission?

They targeted
my assistant.

If anything happened to Elise,
I'd never forgive myself.

Safety is a luxury
revolutionaries cannot afford.

You have to decide
what is more important --

your cause or your life.

I am willing to die
for what I believe in,

as long as others aren't
put in danger beside me.

You are sounding a war cry
for your people the world over.

You could fire a bullet
that ricochets

all the way back
to Washington.

Or you can run and hide.

♪♪

You really think the CIA will
kill you for giving that speech?

They've done far worse.

You've been roaming
this continent for weeks,

doing and saying
as you please.

If they wanted you dead,
camarada,

they would've
killed you already.

[down-tempo music plays]

♪♪

- [machinery whirring]
- [indistinct conversations]

I see you're actually doing
something around here.

Your paperwork is
such a mess,

I decided to try
and organize things a bit.

Oh.

Uh, thank you.
I appreciate you doing that.

Figured I may as well
be useful around here.

Well, don't let me
interrupt.

Joe.

I want to apologize
for my behavior

the last time we spoke.

I got a lot of stress,
you know?

And I want you to know
that I'm grateful to you,

and I know I haven't
made it easy.

What's easy in this life,
right?

So, no hard feelings?

No.

No hard feelings.

And I'm sorry that...

I lost my cool.

It's okay.

Look, you took me out
for dinner,

and I want to
return the favor.

If you want to
come by later tonight,

I could make my famous
eggplant caponata.

[chuckles]
It's famous, huh?

It's my dad's favorite.

Yeah, uh...

Sure. Okay.

Say 8:00?

Sounds good.

♪♪

[woman] Well, I appreciate
the recommendation.

More coffee, Bumpy?

No thanks, kiddo.

Trying to cut back?

Not sure
I wanna wake up.

["I Know It's True"
by Clarence Williams playing]

♪ I was afraid that this day
would come♪

Hear you been
looking for us.

You're the cops
who shot up my joint.

Can I get you gentlemen
anything?

We won't be long.

We have a warrant
for your arrest.

On what charge?

What do you think?

Racketeering, pimping,
loan sharking,

so much to choose from.

Put your fucking hands
behind your back.

How much is Colombo
paying you?

I'll double it.

Are you resisting arrest?

You know, it's funny what
happens when you resist arrest.

Put your fucking hands
behind your back.

Make me!

What is going on here?

These are the men
who shot up my club.

They're arresting me
on Joe Colombo's orders.

What is this?

What did he do?

He's a known criminal.

What are you
arresting him for?

He did nothing.

- He's innocent!
- He's innocent.

[patrons clamoring]

Leave him alone!

[Fields] Settle down.

Look, settle down, please!

I followed you here because
I know what you're up to.

- But --
- Get out of here, Delano.

That's an order.

Both of you.

[patrons clamoring]

[man] Get out.

I want to see you and O'Mally
in my office in an hour.

♪ All alone♪

You might have just
saved my life.

I'm not the enemy,
Mr. Johnson.

I'm trying my best to fix
a system that is flawed.

Well, in any case, thanks.

[Chance]
Pair of sevens.

[Pettigrew]
And all I got is nothing.

- And what you got?
- Full house!

- Again?
- Come on!

Get the fuck up.
Junie, Junie!

Get back
to your business.

I need you two to go find
these cops for me now.

But we don't even know
their names or what precinct --

O'Mally and Delano.

Remember their names.

Burn 'em into your skulls.

They paid me
a little visit.

And what do you want us
to do when we find them?

I want you to bring them
to Casa Havana, alive.

Battle's got a little basement
there where we can talk.

You want us
to kidnap two cops?

That'll bring the Feds
on our ass.

These guys need to learn
a little bit more about the law.

♪♪

You sure, Bump?

Don't worry.
I'm not gonna kill anybody.

I'm just gonna make them wish
that they weren't alive.

We can do that.

♪♪

♪♪

[door opens]

You're still working?

You should go back to your room
and get some rest.

I will in a moment.

You've received
so many invitations

since you've been here.

I'm just trying to
keep it all organized.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I had another interesting meal
with Che.

But I must say,
my stomach's a little upset.

- Should I call a doctor?
- No, no, no, I'm fine.

Maybe you should
get some rest.

Save your energy
for your speech.

No, I still have
some more work to do on it.

Could you hand me
my notebook?

♪♪

What's the matter?

Perhaps the --
the koshari --

Malcolm?

Malcolm!

Malcolm, wake up!

Malcolm, please, wake up!

Wake up, Malcolm.

♪♪

["One of These Days"
by Marvin Gaye playing]

Oh.

I gotta be honest.

This is the best caponata
I've ever tasted.

Thank you.
It's a --

It's a recipe from
my grandmother in Sicily.

♪ One of these days♪

Did my father ever tell you
why I need all this protection?

♪ Strong enough♪

[chuckles]

You know, in my business,

you learn not to ask
too many questions.

My father was responsible
for my husband getting killed.

And I called the Feds.

♪ When I up and leave you♪

♪ You can bet your life♪

Jesus.

You ratted out
your own father?

Yeah.

But then I went
to see him in jail,

and we patched things up.

He took responsibility
for what he did,

and I forgave him.

♪♪

♪ I know♪

A father's relationship
with his daughter is...

the most special thing
in the world.

♪ Nobody has to tell me♪

What he was really
concerned about

was the shipment coming in
from Marseilles,

like, soon, right?

♪ It's the way I feel♪

He talked to you
about that?

He talks to me
about everything.

Of course, he wanted a son to
share the family business with,

but instead he got me.

He wants to know exactly

when you're gonna take
possession of the narcotics.

He said that's the key

to you keeping those other
Families in control.

[down-tempo music plays]

What's wrong?

I just...
find it very strange

that he would share
this kind of stuff with you.

Yeah, yeah,
"this thing of ours,"

it doesn't include women.

I get it.

But he trusts me.

And I told him
you're doing a great job

holding down the fort
while he's away.

Well, thank you.

He said the sooner
you get that shipment,

the stronger you'll be,
and the safer I'll be.

Tell your father that

I'm expecting Monsieur 98
any day to negotiate prices.

After that, I'll arrange
for the load to come in

through my shipment
of car parts.

He'll be glad
to hear that.

I know it'll put his mind
at ease.

♪♪

[sighs]

Well, thank you
for an incredible meal.

You're welcome.

You know, the truth is,

I don't have
a lot of friends,

so when you said
that thing you said

about being lonely...

I understood that.

I don't want
to be your enemy.

I'd prefer to consider you
a friend.

You know,
a-and when you...

talked to the Feds,
that --

that was you being
insane with grief.

You ain't a rat for real,
Stell'.

It ain't
in your blood.

No.

Thanks again
for a great evening.

I'll see you soon.

All right.

[door closes]

♪♪

♪♪

[birds chirping]

Praise Allah.

What happened?

Easy.
Not so fast.

Aside from a few stomach fits,
you were out all night.

I've never had food poisoning
this bad.

I don't think
it was food poisoning.

I think
it was poisoned food.

Many foreigners come here
and get sick.

Malcolm, I think this was
an attempt on your life.

I think you should
cancel your speech.

Not a chance.

My speech is
in less than an hour.

I feel fine.

Oh.

Doctor,
is he safe?

Will he be all right?

My recommendation is
he stay in bed and rest.

No.

We should listen
to the doctor.

If anything happens to me,
it would be Allah's will.

We must submit to His plans,

even if they don't
coincide with ours.

♪♪

[groans softly]

♪♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

♪♪

Well, did he say anything
about the heroin shipment?

Anything at all.

He didn't know
anything about it.

Now, if you ask me,
Joe Colombo's clean.

♪♪

[garbled speech]

What the fuck is this?

I don't know.

I mean, I did everything
you said.

Is it my fault your stupid
machinery doesn't do the job?

[garbled speech continues]

♪♪

♪♪

Hey.
[clears throat]

Excuse me, "offisher"?

- Now, get a look at this guy.
- [laughs]

How 'bout a little drink
for you hard-working men, mm?

Touch that bottle
after your nigger lips?

I don't think so!

[laughter]

[gun cocks]

Hey, out of the car,
peckerwoods.

You're coming with us.

Take it easy.

[applause]

[Malcolm X]
I am honored to attend

this historic
African Summit Conference

to represent the interests

of 22 million
African Americans

whose rights
are being violated daily

by the racism
of American imperialists.

We in America are your
long-lost brothers and sisters.

We were taken forcibly
in chains

from this mother continent

and now have spent
over 300 years in America,

suffering
the most inhuman forms

of physical and psychological
torture imaginable.

You guys don't look
so tough now, do you?

And all of these
inhuman atrocities

have been inflicted upon us

by the American
governmental authorities,

the police themselves,
for no reason

other than that we seek
the recognition and respect

granted to other
human beings in America.

A hundred years ago,
the American white men

used to put on a white sheet

and use a bloodhound
against Negroes.

Today, they've taken off
the white sheet

and put on police uniforms

and traded in the bloodhounds
for police dogs.

I need to know
every single cop

that Joe Colombo's
got on his payroll.

We don't know shit.

Aah!

Who are the cops
on Colombo's pad?

Fuck you.

Open your fucking mouth!

Now, I'm not saying every
white person is a racist,

and I'm not saying every white
policeman is a racist either.

[muffled grunting]

[Battle] Tell him what
he wants to know.

- [gasps]
- Colombo's pad?

I don't know.
No, no.

[Malcolm X] But both here
in the United States

and here in Africa,

we face forces that
would seek to divide us.

Come on!

That is why,
if things don't change,

we must call
for revolution.

[coughing and struggling]

African leaders,
our problem is your problem.

You will never be
fully respected

until and unless
we are also respected.

- [muffled grunting]
- You will never be recognized

as free human beings
until and unless

we are also recognized
as human beings.

And so it is high time,

should this oppression
continue,

to choose whether
we will ignore

our commonality
in this struggle

and be divided,

or work in solidarity

as African brothers
and sisters

the world over.

[applause]

♪♪

[door closes]

What's this?

Resignations.

From the two crooked cops
who shot up my club.

And how'd you get this?

I guess...they had
a guilty conscience.

Here are their badges.

Did you hurt these men?

What if I did?

What are you gonna
do about it?

I can do plenty.

I don't think so.

I got their signed confessions
on paper.

They told me the name
of every single cop

in this precinct
who's taking money from the mob,

including --
♪ da-da-da-daa --

you.

And what are you gonna
do with that?

That depends on you.

I made copies
for safekeeping.

If I didn't take
the pad money,

every cop in this precinct
would rebel against me.

They hate me enough
as it is.

So you threaten me,

but you keep your hands off
the Italians?

I wish I could
jail all of you.

But the culture here
ain't gonna change overnight.

I have to make compromises
and do the best I can

with this
fucked-up situation.

You need to figure out
who your enemies are --

your real enemies.

Until then, motherfucker,

you work for me.

♪♪

[door opens]

♪♪

♪♪

[woman] Now arriving --

Flight 772
from Marseilles, France.

Please make sure you have
all your personal items

and collect your luggage
at the baggage claim.

♪ Say hello to the bad guy

♪ Say goodbye
to your past life ♪

♪ Red eye to the West Side

♪ 5-0 to Kumasi

♪ Bad ting by the poolside

♪ Tell cameraman
this my good side ♪

♪ Palm trees
with the palm wine ♪

♪ One time for the new tribe

♪ Set the city on fire
like Lumumba ♪

♪ She call me daddy like Lumba

♪ Pull up in that Lex,
no Luther ♪

♪ Bumping Vandross,
trying to catch me a cougar ♪

♪ Smelling like rich sex
and suya ♪

♪ They only wanna fight
so they can sue ya ♪

♪ Mama said don't you
let the money fool ya ♪

♪ You're only just a man,
understand, no super ♪

♪ Lord Afrixana commando

♪ Fresh from the belly
of the bando ♪

♪ Coming for your head
no Kangol ♪

♪ They know that I'm the key
to get us out, no piano ♪

♪ It ain't about a check
or respect ♪

♪ It's about
who the last one left ♪

♪ Say hello to the bad guy

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