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- (BREATHING HEAVILY)
- FRANK: You fucking
with me, Chicken!

And I don't let nobody
fuck with me.

When I pull this trigger
and put your lights out,

and you standing at
the Pearly Gates,

- what you got to say to God?
- I don't know, Frank.

You do believe in God, right?

With all my soul.

Then testify.

- Come on, Frank, please...
- Testify!

(BREATH TREMBLING)

Amen, then.

- (GUN COCKS)
- (GUNSHOT)

(MUSIC AND REWIND SOUND EFFECT
PLAYING)

(BELL DINGS)

You know, they burned Atlanta
to the ground.

Ol' General Sherman.

Burned it down to the ashes.

Just like they did
in that Gone with the Wind
motherfucker.

Yeah. But Atlanta rose up.

Rebuilt.

How we do that?

'Cause of us.

'Cause of Black folk.
That's how we did it.

Mmm-hmm.

Did the same damn thing
in Chicago, too.

Yeah, difference is
we're not like Chicago.

Not one bit. We're not like
Chicago, New York,

LA, no.

No, down here, we different.

You know why we different?
We different 'cause niggas
think different down here.

We move different.

We know our history,
but we don't let that history
fuck up our hustle.

Hmm.

Speaking of hustle.

This Muhammad Ali fight,

this here is when Atlanta
turn them ashes into gold.

Do you hear me?

Yeah, I'll believe it
when I see it.

You did good.

I don't think
I've ever seen Earl
look that good.

Should've charged
his ass double.

(CHICKEN MAN SCOFFS)

What you doin'?
You bettin' or what?

- Is water wet?
- Mmm-mmm.

Mmm. My man.

(AM I BLACK ENOUGH FOR YOU
PLAYING)

WOMAN: Hey, Chicken.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Five-eight-nine.

- As you should.
- Four-nine-three.

Talk to me.

Two-one-five.

You know I do.

Why your license plate
say "Chicken Man"?

Because that's my name, baby.

All I know is
that hoe right there
put $5 on two-four-nine,

and it hit.
That means you owe me $50.

I gave her the money
on the goddamn spot.
I got it in my pad.

- It's in your pad?
- It's in my pad. Look. Look.

I don't give a fuck
what's on that pad!

Dee-Dee, I ain't got
all goddamn day.

- Now play your number.
- Okay.

Give me all nines.

That money's supposed
to go to the pimp.
She don't earn, I earn.

Hey, listen, man, whatever
your business arrangement
is with Coco,

- that's your bag.
- This bi...

You ain't got to explain
pimping to me.

- Good luck.
- Wish me luck.

I just did, Dee-Dee.

Go on, what you gonna do?

- Go on and hit me
with seven-eight-nine.
- Yeah, there it is.

My man.

Sully, there he is.

Sully, why every time
I see you shining
that goddamn 50 cent pin

like it's your freedom papers?

You know what this means
to me.

- Don't start. Okay.
- This is a personal gift
from Leroy Johnson...

- That's right.
- BOTH: ...the first
Black senator

in the statehouse
since Reconstruction.

Yeah, I know.

That man's butt got to be red
as a damn tomato
from all the ass kissing

- you done done over the years.
- Pardon me
for knowing my history.

- Okay, come on.
- And put me down
for my usual.

Usual one, that's gonna be
three-two-seven.

- That-That-That's me.
- All right.

(SONG FADES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, hey. Hey, baby.

Ooh.

(CHICKEN MAN SIGHS)

Uh, Chicken, these bags
getting lighter and lighter.

Yeah, well, it's
the number business, baby.

It's like any other business.

You gon' have your peaks
and your valleys.

Right now, we're just
in a little bit of a valley.

(SIGHS IN EXASPERATION) Viv.

- VIVIAN: Mmm?
- What is this?

Life insurance.

Viv, you know how I feel
about these goddamn pistols?

(SIGHS) That ain't my problem.

Well, then who problem
is it, then?

What we gonna do about
these cash flow problems,
Chicken?

I think it's time
we start diversifying.

We ain't goin' back
to selling no goddamn smack.

Well, we need to figure out
something fast, 'cause
these politicians

is getting real serious
about the state lottery,

and if that happens,
we dead in the water, Jack.

I made promises,
and I ain't going back on it.

Every time we get something,
they take it and capitalize
off of it.

Worried about everything
but the right thing.

'Cause I don't tell you stuff,
don't mean it ain't going.
I got things percolating.

As a matter of fact, look,
we gon' go down there
to the Clermont.

We're gonna
meet Silky there tonight.

Silky in town?

Yeah. He in town
for that fight.

You ain't gon' believe
who this nigga
working for now.

- Who?
- (SCOFFS) You ready
for this?

Who?

Frank Moten.

- That gangster
from the tabloids?
- Mmm, Black Godfather himself.

I couldn't believe it
when he told me.

- Go on,
Silky with yo' bad self!
- Mmm-hmm.

Same thing I said.
So let me tell you
how I'mma play it.

I'mma get Silky
to introduce me
to Frank, right?

After he do that,
well, naturally,
I'mma do my thing.

When I do it,
Frank gonna want me to be
his man down here in Atlanta.

And next stop
is the moon, baby.

Goddamn.

All our dreams
of being big time
are about to come true.

- You hear me?
- I hear you, Chicken.

I'm talking about moving up
from all this penny ante shit
for good.

All I need is a chance
to prove myself to Frank.

- Well?
- Well, all you do is talk.

Now, don't act like
you don't know that
this mouth is legendary.

Now what you think
you're doing?

I'm about to give you
a reminder. That's what
I'm about to do.

Well, come on now.

- You want me to come on?
- (VIVIAN GIGGLES)

Ask and you shall receive.

(VIVIAN LAUGHS, SQUEALS)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

This so called fight
is a travesty

and I will do
everything I can to stop it.

Muhammad Ali
is a race-baiting traitor.

"Muhammad Ali."

- No good draft dodger.
- OFFICER 1: After all
this country gave him,

can't even be bothered
to defend it.

Ungrateful dog.

- Hey, Huddie,
didn't you serve?
- Uh-huh.

OFFICER 2: And Ali's shitting
all over it.

Nature calls.

TV HOST: This is
Ali's first fight
in three years.

He was stripped of his title
for refusing military service
in the Vietnam War.

Howdy, Miss Delores.

Detective Mason.

HUDSON: Hey.

DELORES: Detective Mason
touched him up real good.

Boy can't be
more than 17 years old.

The boy has a name.

David.

(SIGHS) Well, is David
willing to testify
in front of a grand jury?

- This ain't enough?
- You a social worker,

you've been down this road
enough times
to know that it ain't.

I should've known.

When you took this job,

you promised change,
Detective.
It's been two years!

You can't put
this kind of change
on a clock.

Tell that to him.

I'll run it up
the flagpole again.

Thank you.

- Meatloaf tonight, okay?
- Yeah, it's fine.

- I'll see you at home.
- Okay.

- (DINGS)
- (FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

- Fucking pig.
- Sellout.

- HUDSON: Chief.
- Hmm? Hudson.

Thank you for joining us.

You must be familiar
with Senator Johnson.

- Who isn't?
- Detective Hudson.

It is a pleasure to meet you.
Please, have a seat.

Don't you just hate
how much the camera
love this guy?

It'll be sleeting in hell

before Governor Maddox
allows those bow-tied
Nation of Islam thugs here.

So you've been drafted,
pun intended.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- I don't quite follow.
- Huddie.

You will be Ali's
personal bodyguard

during his time here
in our fair city.

Now, Chief,
my caseload is piling up...

Ali's safety
is now your priority.

(JOHNSON CLEARS THROAT)

I... I need to take a piss.

They tell me, you was
one of the first Black cops
on the force,

but you couldn't arrest
white people.

Hell, you couldn't even shower
at the damn station.

Now I know
you got some stories.

I may be just a simple lawman,
but I can smell bullshit
a mile off, so...

Let's cut the shit.
Now, something tells me

you'd rather eat
a bowl of nails

than guard Ali.
That sound about right?

- Picked up on that, did you?
- I did.

Assignment like this,
it'll help you rehabilitate

your standing
in the community.

See, Black folks
need to see another
Black officer as an ally.

Look around. Go on.

Now inside of ten years,
this gon' be a Black city.

With Black leadership
just pumping in Black dollars.

So I suggest you find yourself
a new act,

because this little
John Wayne thing
you got going,

ain't gonna work much longer.

All right then.

(FIRE PLAYING)

♪ Fire

♪ Fire...

SILKY: Damn, Vivian.

You looking good, girl.

- Hey.
- VIVIAN: Thank you, sugar.

You look good, too.
I see New York been good

- to you, ain't miss no meals.
- (ALL LAUGHING)

Chicken tells me
you hanging out
with a heavy hitter.

They don't get much heavier
than Frank Moten.

Hey, uh, what do you say
I buy Frank a drink
after the fight?

Now, why would
he want to have a drink
with your country behind?

No, but once Frank
see what Atlanta got cooking,

- he gon' want in.
- That's right.

Ain't nobody got more juice
out here than ole Chicken.

- SILKY: Is that right?
- Oh, you know that's right.

And what you gonna do
for a businessman like Frank?

EMERSON: Silky.

Emerson, my man.

Don't worry about them.
They cool.

Come on.

I'll be right back.
Keep my seat warm for me.

VIVIAN: You got it, sugar.

♪ You make my body shiver, boy

♪ You make my head go bad

♪ You make
my liver quiver, babe

♪ You make my eyes get red ♪

The fuck was that?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(SQUEALING)

My daddy's gonna be working
with Muhammad Ali.

I don't know
about working with...

Hey, you, dishes.

- RENEE: But...
- Did I stutter?

(HUDSON CHUCKLES)

I don't see Chief Jenkins
asking any of
the white detectives

to guard the most hated man
in America.

That's 'cause Chief Jenkins
want to put that bullseye
on my Black ass...

Behind.

Well, uh, Leroy Johnson was
saying he think this might
actually lead to something.

What the Senator
got to do with it?

Uh, he was at the mill, too,
laying it on thick.

Talking about a...

This might be an opportunity
for me to rehabilitate
my standing in the community.

Slick son of a bitch.

They got this boy playing
on damn near every TV
in America.

I don't like
how he carrying it.

Loud mouth, talking trash.

You know, when my number
got called,

I showed up, all right?
I served.

Baby, you served in Missouri.

That ain't the point, Dee.

I didn't know where
they was gonna send me.

But I went. This man
won't even do the reserves,

and these fools out here
acting like I'm the one
that got to be rehabilitated.

They using you.

- Trotting you out for shot.
- I know.

But I'mma
use them right back.

When this whole thing is over,
they're gonna owe me a favor,

and I'mma use it
to do some real police work.

- Like taking down Mason.
- Like taking down Mason.

Baby...

I just wish you worked
for people who didn't think
you were expendable.

Well, I ain't gonna quit, Dee.

Be careful.

Hey, you got some dessert
for me? (PATS BUTTOCKS)

(CHUCKLES)

- Ew!
- HUDSON: Hey, hey, hey.

How do you think
your little behind got here
in the first place?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

What do you think
they're over there
talking about, baby?

Do I look like I got
supersonic hearing, nigga?

All right, they done.
Look natural.

- Oh.
- Okay.

What you over there
talking to that pallbearer
about?

He helping me put together
a little party for Frank.

- A party?
- Yeah.

- What kind of party?
- Frank's throwing
a post-fight shindig.

So where y'all gonna hold
this shindig?

Well, my man, Emerson,
has a line on the penthouse
at the Biltmore.

- Biltmore.
- The Biltmore?

You expect a bunch of
Black bosses to get together
and let their hair down

in a luxury hotel
in Klan country?

You gotta go
to a private location.

Somewhere outside
the prying eyes of the law.

- This is just a little party
for the bosses. Okay?
- Shit!

- All you need is some liquor
and some trim.
- Frank Moten affair?

On the heels of an Ali fight?

No, that's got to be big.

You and I both know
that's got to be big.

I'm talking flashy.

Something first-class, right?

I'm thinking Vegas. Mmm?

I'm thinking Black Vegas
right here in Atlanta.

Now follow me, okay?
When I say Black Vegas,

I'm talking about casino night
with all the trimmings.

- Gambling, liquor, women.
- That sounds like
a lot of noise.

- Frank's a quiet guy.
- Talking about making it
a business conference.

While bleedin' niggas dry
at the same time.

I got everything you need.
I got the venue, I got the...

I got the goddamn women.

Yeah, more importantly,
I got the goddamn vision.

Ain't nobody gonna see shit
the way I see it.

All I need from you
is Frank's blessing
and his Rolodex.

I got all the rest.
Fuck your man E.

Now, who's gonna be
footing the bill?

'Cause it ain't
gonna be Frank.

Okay, slow down, now.

You're going way too fast.
Look, I... I done told you,
I'm a professional.

I got the bread.

The bread ain't never been
the problem.

All I need is
my investment back,
and another, what...

- Five percent.
- Another five percent, yeah.

You on.

But you fuck this up,
and I can't protect you.

Got his ass.

(MENACING MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, it's me.
Fat boy fucked us.

Throwing the party
with one of his
country-ass friends.

Oh, no, no,
this makes the plan
even better.

We've got
the perfect patsy now.

This dumb motherfucker's
got no idea what he just
got hisself into.

♪ When Jesus washed

♪ When Jesus washed

♪ He washed my sins away

(SINGING)
♪ Oh, happy day

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

- (ALL APPLAUDING)
- PASTOR: Praise the Lord.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Now, on this most special
of Sundays,

I would like to take a moment

- to acknowledge an angel
walking amongst us.
- JOY: Hi Daddy.

(CROWD AGREEING)

Brother Gordon Williams,
would you please rise?

MAN: Come on, now.

PASTOR: Yes. Bless you!
Get on up.

Brother Williams is a stalwart
in the community,

and not only has he given
his soul in service
to the Lord,

he has graciously offered
to finance the church's
brand-new roof.

- (CROWD CHEERING)
- (CHURCH BAND PLAYING
UPBEAT MUSIC)

Faye, I can't pay
for that roof.

Go on and put this
on the table.

No, we agreed
to pay for it months ago.

Yeah, I know we agreed on it.

I also know that church
has had they hand in my pocket
ever since I could walk.

- I don't ask you for much.
- I know that.

I don't ask where you be at
half the time

- or what you be up to.
- I know. I know.

All I ask is that you provide
a legitimate living
for this family.

You pay your tithes,

and you have
your behind in that pew
9:00 a.m. on Sunday.

Faye, now,
I'm sorry I was late.

I really am.
But ain't nothing I can do
about that now.

I was out there
handling business,
big business.

Business that required
my attention, and it's gonna
require my funds.

- Unfortunately, that roof
will have to wait.
- What business?

I'm throwing a party.

I'm throwing a party
that's gonna go down
after that Ali fight.

(SCOFFS)

You must really think I just
fell off the turnip truck.

Ain't nobody said nothing
about you falling off no truck

and nothing like that.

Faye, Faye, listen,
this ain't what you think.

I'm talking about throwing
a high-class business affair
with all the top businessmen,

from all over the country
that's gonna come down here
after the fight.

And how'd you come to know
these businessmen?

Through Silky,
that's how I know 'em.

Silky Brown? Who you was
pushing drugs with
back in the day?

Silky ain't doing that stuff,
he done went legit,

- just like me.
- I got you, Gwen!

Hey, y'all go on
and wash up, now.

Hey! Hey, do what
your mother said.

Faye, Silky is the assistant
to one of the top businessmen
out there in New York.

He about to put
a million dollars
into this city.

After he do that,
he gonna need a handler.

That's my play.
I'm the handler.

- I'm the man.
- You?

That's what I do.
That's my play.

Faye, see, you not
listening to me. Faye.

Faye. Now listen to me,
Faye, please.

Now you know damn well
ever since I got out
that joint, I've been working.

I've been working hard
to earn your hand as a man.

And earn your love, right?

Now, this one here is the one
that can put me on top,
and I feel it.

I feel it. I know it is,
and I want it.

I want it for us.

- No drugs.
- No. What? Come on, Faye.

- It ain't got to do nothing
with no drugs.
- And no girls.

My girl right here.

- Are you not my girl?
- Mmm-hmm.

- I'm your girl.
- There you go. Say it
one more time for me.

- I'm your girl.
- All right, my girl.

That's what you are.

(KISSES)

My girl.

(KISSES)

I'mma square it
with the pastor.

- Call them kids.
- All right.

All right, I love you.

Hey, come on.

We takin' down Ali?

Nope. (CLEARS THROAT)

- We guarding him.
- Wait, are we early
or something?

'Cause I only count
three guys here.

I decline
on general principle.

No way I'd take a bullet
for that fool.

Hey, Colt,

this is the detail.

Ali is the job. Now,
you got a problem with it,

you go on down there
and take it up with
the suspension board.

That's the spirit. Dismissed.

All right now, Chicken.
Listen up and listen good.

Go ahead and grab a pen,
'cause I'm only gonna say
this shit one time.

Now, Frank controls New York.

Cadillac controls New Jersey,
but they already coming.

You still need to reach out
to the rest of
The Firm members.

- You understand?
- Who the hell is The Firm?

The Firm is a council
of all the top Black bosses
across the nation.

Mushmouth rules Detroit.

Now, he'll snatch a car
straight off
the assembly line.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- SILKY: That motherfucker's
mouth never stops moving.

Don't mean you gonna
understand a damn thing
he's saying, though.

(MUTTERS)

Good morning, uh, Mushmouth.

I'm calling
on behalf of Frank Moten

to invite you
to Frank's party of the year.

(RINGS)

Bunker's Cuts.

Bunker Willis controls
the South side of Chicago.

You fuck with that man
and he will chop you in two.

Derrick Patterson goes by Tex.

Cowboy-boot wearing
motherfucker.

He controls everything
from Texas, Oklahoma
and Arkansas.

This is Tex.

Missouri Slim is holding down
Kansas City.

Now, don't let his penchant
for hot presses
and manicures fool you,

- because that man
is a real goon.
- Slim.

I'm calling on behalf
of Frank Moten.

Well, he's throwing one of
the biggest parties ever,
and he wants you there.

- You work for Frank?
- Frank lookin'
to do business.

I don't need
no business opportunity.

You know who the fuck
you talking to?

I'm a very
important man, baby.

Oh, you're precious.

Now I want you to grab
as many of the foxiest bitches
as you can,

'cause The Firm's gonna
want top of the line tail.
You dig?

All I need is your number.
I'm having myself a party.
Hold on now!

Y'all can hear the same thing.
I'm having
a stone cold groove,

and that groove ain't nothing
without the right people.

I don't know
what this nigga saying.

I want some real invites
printed up.

None of that scratch
that you used to doing.

- Now who the fuck
this is again?
- I'm Chicken Man.

- Huh?
- It's Chicken Man!

- Chicken wing?
- It's Chicken Man!

What the fuck
is a chicken man?

What kind of
country name is that?

I don't do no poultry.

Party got one rule.

- No guns.
- TEX: I gots to have
my pistol.

I'm faster than
Sammy Davis Jr, motherfucker.

I bathe with my piece.

Guns are too impersonal.
I prefer the blade.

I hate to tell you this,
but there ain't gonna be
no knives either, okay?

This here is
a networking opportunity.

That's how you got to
look at it. All right?

It's time for you to goddamn
get around some folk that
you ain't normally around.

Just tell me
what time to show up.

And it better not be
in no chicken coop.

Fuck this up with The Firm,
and you can

kiss your pie in the sky dream
of being Frank's man
in Atlanta goodbye,

'cause you'll be dead.

God damn it.

- Senator. Senator Johnson.
- JOHNSON: Yes. Mmm-hmm.

Now, Ali's license has been
rejected in 49 states.

Don't you think it's dangerous
to have someone so hated
in a city like Atlanta?

JOHNSON: Well, you know, Lo,
that's a great question,
and a very simple answer.

Okay, we are no longer
the city of Jim Crow.

We are a vibrant,
inclusive city
that's open for business.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Great question, Lo.

Y'all can breathe now,
the Black Adonis has arrived.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Look, I'm sorry
I was tardy,

but I ain't scared of a fight.
I'm a-scared of the flight.

And that plane
was shaking, man.

(CROWD CHUCKLES)

I'm happy to see y'all.
Y'all look beautiful.

REPORTER: Ali. Ali.

Do you think you'll be rusty
after such a long hiatus?

Mmm, I don't know nothin'
about no hiatus.

I got blackballed.

Jerry, do you feel
any pressure to be

the so-called
Great White Hope?

- Not at all.
- MAN: Draft dodging
piece of shit!

If you hate America
so much, leave!

(CROWD CLAMORING)

HUDSON: Romel,
get that other door.

ALI: Calm down, it's fine.

It's fine.
He's entitled to his opinion.

Just like
I'm entitled to mine.

Next question.

(CROWD CLAMORING INDISTINCTLY)

Look, that ain't gonna be
good enough, okay?

If something happens
to this man,
it's gonna be on us.

This is Detective JD Hudson.

- He's gonna take
good care of you.
- Mr. Clay.

- (SIGHS)
- (ALI CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Mr. Ali. I'm sorry.

"Mr. Clay."

Ain't that somethin'.

Now I done been
called "Cassius,"
I done been called "Clay."

I done even been called "Boy."

But never in my life
have I been called "Mr. Clay."

(ALI CHUCKLE)

Especially by no real live
Black policeman in Dixie.

Wow.

Oh, and, uh, Mr. Clay?
That's my father.

You call me Ali.

How y'all doin'?
Y'all alright?

(SOFTLY) Let's go.

We are here
at Morehouse College,

the mecca of Black excellence.

We got
Black excellence everywhere.

- We got future doctors,
lawyers, politicians.
- (PROTESTORS CLAMORING)

This is greatness here.

I ain't never seen nothin'
this beautiful.

This many
beautiful Black people?

It must have taken
the prettiest man alive
to get them here.

Y'all got women here now.
When's the last time
y'all had women over here?

- (PROTESTERS SHOUTING)
- (ALI CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
- Romel! Romel!

- Whoa, whoa, hey, hey!
- Hold on. What's your problem?

You pigs are always looking
for a reason to fuck with us.

Everybody stay back!
Come on, let's keep moving.

- Keep moving? I'm the Champ.
These are my people.
- HUDSON: Paul, get this guy.

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali!

You hear 'em?
You don't know nothing
about nothing.

Go on, please!

- (CHANTING CONTINUES)
- ALI: I'm the Champ!

HUDSON: It's
a logistical nightmare, Chief.

Now all you give me
is two rookies and a...
And a burnout.

How are we supposed to
protect this man?

You had a rough day, Huddie.

- It happens to the best of...
- It ain't about
having a rough day, chief.

- I need more resources.
- Well, I can't do that.

- More men!
- I can't get you more men.
My hands are tied.

What's really
happening here, Chief?

Is this some kind
of a punishment?

A reprimand?

I'm telling you,
he stays in Atlanta,

I can't keep him safe.

Huddie, do you remember
the day I swore you
into the department?

- Like it was yesterday. 1948.
- Mmm.

I believe the words you used
were "as a nigger police."

I... I know.

But it was a good day
for the department.

And after Dr. King's
assassination,

we can't afford
another colored hero
going down on our watch.

Now, look, I know this detail
is a shit sandwich, I get it.

But I need you
on this one, Huddie.

Fuck.

You're the only one
I can trust
with this assignment.

All right,

we do this thing,
we got to do it my way.

There he is. You found it.
Welcome to the cottage.

Listen, the Champ is gonna be
in the main bedroom.

Everybody else, I've got
cots in the garage.

Come on in.
Make yourselves at home.

(CHUCKLES) Come on in.

If the press find out
why I'm here, they
gonna have a field day.

HUDSON: Better than
an assassin's bullet.

Look here, Officer Mayberry.

I know you supposed to be
in charge of my security,

but you really think
bringing me up here
with these sticks and ticks

- is gonna keep me safe?
- Detective Hudson.

I didn't hear you.
You say somethin'?

Detective Hudson.

That's my name, son.
Just thought
I'd clear that up for you.

JOHNSON: Gentlemen.
Gentlemen, please.

Now, listen, as long as
Ali win on the 26th,

ain't nobody gonna care where
you slept on the 25th. Huh?

(CHUCKLES)

You're one smooth brother,
Senator.

Smooth, man. Smooth as
the peanut butter
on my sandwich this morning.

Take notes, Detective...

Hudson.

Don't you let us down,
Detective.

(SCOFFS) Uh-huh.

You see how
it's like grass right here,
but then it get brown?

I want the grass to flow
through the goddamn yard.

Chicken, what you want me
to do about it today, huh?

You know what helps
grass turn green? Water.

- Uh, meat delivery.
- What kind of meat is that?

I got chicken cutlets,
I got prime ribs.

That's going to Charlene
in the kitchen.
Come this way.

- Charlene, he got the cutlet.
- Yeah.

- You can't throw no party
for niggas with no seafood.
- Don't do it now.

- Don't do it now.
- Don't do it
with the grass, then.

- WOMAN: Chicken.
- CHICKEN MAN: Peaches,
hey baby. You look good.

One second.
Uh, where y'all goin'?

Oh, we're the painters, ma'am.
We just came here
to drop off some paint.

- All right. Keep that shit
down there.
- Yeah.

- Thank you, Mama.
- I ain't yo' mama, Jack.

Hey, Mrs. Jenkins,
now I'm sorry
for all the commotion.

We're just doing a little
spring cleaning, that's all.

It's October, nigga.

Yeah, we just getting
a head-start, Mrs. Jenkins.

This is a classy neighborhood.

- Yes, ma'am.
- You best not be running
no party house,

- or I'll call the authorities.
- No need to do any of that.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Damn it, Maxine.

Hey, baby.

Baby, what'd I tell you?
Huh? You got to slow down now.

But you better
hurry up over here
and give me a kiss.

I missed you, Daddy. (KISSES)

(CONTINUES KISSING)

- CHICKEN MAN:
You got everything?
- MAXINE: Everything.

Then go on and get it.
God damn it!

So, can I get
one of you strong brothers
to help a sister out?

What she... Hey, hey,
why she got to ask y'all?

- Come on, man.
- MAXINE: Don't hurt yo'self.

God damn it, everybody
not focused around here.

That's my cousin.

- On my mother's side, we...
- Mm-hmm.

Go in the house, Mrs. Jenkins.
Goddamn!

ULYSSES: Last thing I wanna do
on my day off
is drive niggas around.

Especially live ones.
Should've asked
for 100 bucks.

Yeah, well, you didn't.
You asked for 50,
and a deal's a deal.

- The fuck is Ulysses
doing here?
- He driving.

Oh, hell no. I...

- Chicken, I know this ain't
what I think it is.
- What?

It's for the families.
Ain't no dead bodies
ridin' in there.

Well, that's gonna change
real quick if Frank finds out.

Ulysses, hit the bricks.
Chicken, you're driving.

You know what?
I'm taking my ass
to Waffle House.

- Have my shit
back in one piece, hear?
- I hear you.

- Where your ride at?
- Parked out front.

Hit me with the keys. Come on.

I got the broads, you got
the swinging dicks. All right?

What you gonna do?
You wanna introduce me?

Hey, you just need to
shut the fuck up, and drive.

♪ Get down

♪ Paid the cost to be the boss

♪ Paid the cost to be the boss

♪ I've paid the cost
to be the boss

♪ Look at me

♪ Know what you see

♪ See a bad mother

♪ Look at me...

SILKY: Mr. Moten, gentlemen,

I trust y'all had
a smooth flight.

I want to welcome y'all
to Atlanta.

I want to say, uh,
Mr. Cadillac, Mr. Lamar,
of course Mr. Moten,

listen, whatever
you gentlemen need
while you're here in Atlanta,

- I'm your man.
- CADILLAC: And who are you?

You our party host?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Chicken Man?

Guilty as charged, yeah.

♪ Know what you see

♪ See a bad mother ♪

(CHUCKLES) I half expected
his ass to cluck.

(LAUGHING)

Yeah.

I got that for you, Mr. Moten.
Please.

- (CADILLAC LAUGHING)
- (CHICKEN MAN CLEARS THROAT)

CADILLAC: Chicken Man
don't cluck.

We're going to
the Hyatt, right?

We gotta make a stop first.

Okay, yeah.

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

(DOORS SLAM)

(FRANK SIGHS)

MAN 1: Hey, hey.
I didn't know
y'all was in town.

You know, you need anything
while you're here,
I'm your man.

Whatever it is you need done,
I can get it done for you,
Mr. Moten.

- (GLASS BREAKING)
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

You want me
to put on some music?

- I like the quiet.
- (SHOUTING CONTINUES
IN DISTANCE)

(MAN 1 SCREAMING)

- MAN 2: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
- LAMAR: Yo, hey,
sit your ass down!

(HEART BEATING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

- (SCREAMING)
- (GLASS BREAKING)

(HEART BEATING LOUDER)

(MAN SCREAMING)

(CADILLAC SIGHING)

Can't steal with no fingers.

(FRANK CHUCKLING)

CADILLAC: (CHUCKLES)
There you go.

Now the Hyatt.

FRANK: When I was a kid,
I lived in the country
with my grandparents.

One of my favorite things
to do, dig in the dirt.

Whether I was in the field
with my grandfather,

or in the garden
with my grandma.

The first time I dug
deep enough to hit red clay,

Big Daddy told me
I had dug down
to the devil's front door.

Scared the shit out of me.
(LAUGHING)

Well, I told Big Mama,
she said, "Oh, boy,
he just playin' with you.

"But that clay is red
because it's mixed with
the blood of our ancestors.

"That mean this land
belong to us."

That Georgia red clay
is our birthright.

And it's our obligation
to cultivate,

and protect it.

This land we standing on,

belong to us.

Hell...

I had no idea
you was from these parts, man.

No.

Well, not here, but Brunswick,

down the Georgia coast.

Back then, (SCOFFS)

Atlanta might as well
have been the moon.

CADILLAC: What you think
about the moon now?

You call me Neil Armstrong.

I'm about to plant me
and Big Mama's
motherfucking flag.

- (GLASSES CLINK)
- (BOTH LAUGH)

So you accessory
to a murder now, Chicken?

I ain't got nothin' to do with
no murder. See, what it was,
it was a loyalty test.

Okay? You know what I did?
I sat there, unfazed.

I looked them all
right in the goddamn eye.
You know what Frank did?

Frank looked at me
goddamn back.

I passed that test,
that's what I did.

- He trusts me.
- So you a gangster now, huh?

Nigga, you won't even own
a gun.

What's with you
and these goddamn guns?
What I need a gun for?

'Cause you think
that damn mouth gonna get you
out of a jam every time.

- Don't work like that, Jack.
- Ain't I protect you
all the time?

Hmm? Hmm? Haven't?

- Huh? Huh?
- Come on Chicken, stop!

- Yeah, yeah,
I ain't protect you?
- Cut it out!

- I pop that
every morning for you.
- No, whatever.

Move before you get burned.

- Puttin' on a show
in this goddamn kitchen.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR)

VIVIAN: Always running
your mouth.

You expecting somebody?

The fuck are you?

(BOTH GRUNT)

Is that all the cheese
you gonna shred?

And where the rest
of the collard greens?
Y'all moving so...

- CHICKEN MAN: He ain't say
nothin' to me, man.
- Chicken?

(SCUFFLING)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Chicken!

What we doing?

No, no, no, hold on! No, no!
Get your hands off me!

Now what's going on, baby?
Talk to me, tell me
what's going on?

He said nothing to me, man.

Shit. Hold on, man.

(LAUGHS)

I am Javi Lopez.

You must be the infamous
Chicken Man.

- (MIMICS CLUCKING)
- Hey.

You a student of geography?

No. Not, not really, no.

Florida y Georgia
are neighbor state.

Where I'm from,
when a neighbor
wanna throw a party,

he gets permission
from all the other neighbors
to not cause a disturbance.

Your party is the talk
of Miami, mi hermano.

That's what it's about.
Baby, here's what I'll do.

I can reach out to my bosses,

have my bosses reach out
to you, get you an invite.

And we get this
all squared away.

I don't want no invitation,
you know. (SCOFFS)

I want a little
neighborly courtesy.

Okay, so whatever you need,
I... I'll square it away,
I got it.

- It's settled.
- Okay.

After the party, you pay me.

Fifty percent I think,
is more than fair.

Fifty percent of what?

(SILKY AND CADILLAC CHUCKLING)

Come on, man. (SPLUTTERS)
Now, cut the job, now.

I just got shook down
by goddamn
Ricky fucking Ricardo.

He put me in the back
of the car and everything.

Did he have Lucy's fine ass
with him?

Cadillac, look, maybe you
can help me out? Huh?

Talk to Frank,
maybe have Frank
go talk to Javi.

Why the fuck
would Frank wanna do that?

Hey, it's your party,
it's your problem.

God damn it, Silky.
You know I'm putting up
my own money for this.

Okay? Now, I go pay this
Puerto Rican man,

and then another goon come out
and... and want me to do
the same damn thing again?

Welcome to
the big leagues, brother.

CADILLAC: Yeah, maybe
you need to rustle up
some extra chicken feed.

- (BOTH LAUGHING)
- CADILLAC: I don't know.

Mon dieu.

- Yeah.
- LOLA: Excuse me.

Would you happen to have
Cool Breeze?

We don't have
that brand here, sorry.

- LOLA: Thanks.
- CADILLAC: That broad is
a dead ringer for Lola Falana.

- That is Lola Falana.
- Nigga, please.

Frank will lose his mind
if he find out she here.

Frank a fan?

CADILLAC:
Frank love that bitch.

He'd walk through hell
with gasoline drawers on,
just to drink her bathwater.

SILKY: He had me fly
all the way to LA just to get
a personal print of Lola Colt.

So, uh...

So, you're telling me that
if I give Frank
an introduction with Lola

that maybe, uh...
maybe he'll help me settle
this Javi situation?

Hell, you do that,
Frank might know you alive.

Um, I overheard you downstairs
at the bar looking for these.

So I went and... went
and grabbed them for you.

You work for the hotel?

No. (CHUCKLES)

No, no, no. I just, uh...

I just like taking care
of people.

I'm Gordon. I'm sorry,
I'm Gordon Williams.

Are you attending
the fight, Gordon?

Yeah, yeah, I mean,
I wouldn't... I wouldn't
miss it for the world.

- You?
- I am.

Okay. Uh, excuse me,
I'm sorry.

Just a question. It's gonna
sound crazy, I know.

But a business partner
of mine, a real good man,

he's a huge fan,
loves you to death.

We're downstairs
having a drink.

It would mean the world
if you could just kind of
stop down there and show face.

- He'll go crazy.
- The answer is no.

- No? Yeah, long shot.
- Mmm. Mmm-hmm.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

Uh, wait. Uh, last thing.

I just want to tell you
that you were amazing
in Lola Colt.

You saw Lola Colt?

- You don't believe
I saw Lola Colt?
- No.

I'm a huge Lola Colt...
Okay, all right. Um...

"And it's true.

"In Atlanta, they call me
El Diablo.

"Let me ask you...
Do I look like
the devil to you?"

"You know, the devil appears
in many forms to all of us."

- Wow.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

That's it. I mean,
that's amazing.

That's it. I'm just a sucker
for Westerns, and you just
blew me away.

(CHUCKLES) Enjoy.

- Hey.
- Uh, yeah?

Eight o'clock?

HUDSON: I don't know
if I told you,

but my granddaddy used to
bring me up to this lake
to go fishing.

Catfish and crappie.

Forgot how quiet it was.
It's... it's too quiet.

How's Ali doing?

He on his best behavior.

Ain't that many people
out here for him
to run his mouth to.

(HUDSON CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Well, he a different guy
when he out of the lights,
you know?

A little more to himself.

You know, quiet.

I mean, he's still Ali.

Oh yeah, yeah,
I like the way that look.

(GRUNTING)

It sounds like
you're warming to him.

(SIGHS) No.

The man clearly
ain't no coward.

I mean, he takes his life
into his hands every time
he steps in that ring, but...

(CLICKS TONGUE) I just can't
square it somehow.

Ain't like it's just
a white man's war.

There's Black boys
dying over there
in the fields, too.

I just don't understand
why he can't fight for them.

I can't speak for the man, JD.

- (CAR APPROACHING)
- Why don't you
ask him yourself?

Code red, Romel.
Romel, get up!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

- (WHOOPS)
- Right there!

BOY: I'm gonna
kill you, nigger!

- Detective!
- Take cover, Romel!

Do not fire
unless you're fired upon!

BOY: Get out of Georgia
tonight!

Or you're gonna end up
like your buddy,
Martin Luther coon!

- (EGGS CRACKING)
- ROMEL: Son of a bitch!

- HUDSON: No!
- (GUNSHOT)

(WHOOPING TRIUMPHANTLY)

Yeah!

They're throwing eggs, Romel!

- I told you not to shoot.
- I'm sorry, boss.

Go back in the house,
god damn it!

- MAN: Guess
we're out of it now.
- HUDSON: Shit!

(LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYING)

You know, I wonder
how long it would take
a nigga to hit the ground

from way up here.

Last time, it took
about nine seconds.

But I ain't never dropped
no nigga from this high
before, though.

Yeah, that shit
they talk about you
having a heart attack

before you hit the pavement,
that's a fucking myth.

That nigga Silas,
he screamed
the whole way down.

CADILLAC: Hell, Chicken Man
keep Frank waiting any longer,
he gonna find out tonight.

- (BOTH LAUGHING)
- (ELEVATOR DINGS)

- Hey, you made it.
- Blame my agent.

(CHUCKLES) That man can talk.

Oh. You look
absolutely breathtaking.

- Thank you.
- Um, okay, so look,

I want to introduce you
to my business associate
I was telling you about.

His name is Frank,
he a really good cat.
He really adores you.

Hey, uh, Frank?

I want to introduce you
to Lola Falana.

Miss Falana,
pleasure's all mine.

Thank Gordon here.

He made
this whole thing happen.

CHICKEN MAN: Oh, no, no, no.

Well, look, I don't want to
be in the way, so I'm gonna
go on and get.

Y'all need anything,
please let me know.
I'm your man.

- Uh, Gordon?
- Yeah?

That little problem of yours,

ease your mind,
I'm gonna handle it.

Everything's copacetic.

I appreciate you, Mr. Moten.

FRANK: Thank you so much
for accepting my invitation.

(CADILLAC CHUCKLING)

- MAN: Oh,
we're going right now.
- ALI: How can it be

my headache when-- You know
what, man, hey, let me go
hear what he got to say.

- MAN: Fine,
but don't ask him again...
- (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Uh, so the sheriff
caught up with them boys
down the road away.

One of them saw you boxing
on the dock down there, and...

Oh, so this is my fault?

Well, you're the one
who brought me out here,
away from my people.

- And now you trying
to tell me this is my fault?
- I'm not telling you that.

If anything, it's my fault.

I'm just telling you
what they told me.

Them boys will probably
just get suspended
from school tomorrow.

Have to pick up trash
off the side of the road
one Saturday

- or something.
- That ain't
my jurisdiction, man.

You had them in your sights.

- Why ain't you fire?
- Because they had eggs.

All right? I got bullets.

I'm more famous
than the damn president of

- the United States of America.
- Please.

I should have
the National Guard
protecting me.

Instead, I get saddled
with the Black Andy Griffith.

Yeah, well,
I live in the real world,
okay? With real rules...

Well, you're real lucky
my brothers from the Nation
wasn't guarding me.

'Cause you'd have
three body bags outside
on that lawn.

- Oh, well then, you lucky.
- (CHUCKLES)

I lost three years,

'cause I didn't want to
go kill for king and country.

Every time I step out of
my damn house, I'm in danger.

What the fuck do you think
I've been doing out here
for the last 20 years?

Playing overseer!

Well, if you don't like
the service that
we're providing,

feel free to go to the senator

and tell him you want to
back out the fight.

ALI: All right, boys.

Y'all know it's past
my bedtime.

Let's get some sleep.

I got a white boy
to knock out tomorrow.

ALI: I'm good, man. Leave me.
I've got it, man.

Just give me a minute, man.

WOMAN: Oh, my God, it's Liz!

PHOTOGRAPHER: Mr. Poitier.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

MAN: Over here, brother!

WOMAN: It's Aretha Franklin!
Oh, my God!

Oh, come on, Faye.

Hey, Faye!

Faye, where
my goddamn drawers at?

- FAYE: Gordon, I told you,
they in the hamper.
- In the hamper?

In the goddamn hamper?
Hold on.

Come on, Faye, I can't...

Faye, I can't wear
no goddamn long johns
to the fight now.

FAYE: And why not?
Ain't nobody
gonna see 'em.

God damn it.

Hey... Hey, see...
You seen my cufflinks?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

HUDSON: Hey, Colt,
I want you posted
in the upper deck.

See something strange,
give us two squawks
on the walkie.

And keep your eyes open
for flares.

Could be light
bouncing off a scope.

If I see a shooter,
what good's a walkie?

If you see a shooter,
and you got a...

(DOOR CLOSES)

Ooh! (MIMICS CLUCKING)

Hey, Silky.

He gonna go handle
the Javi situation for me?

Man, be cool.

Hang back.

Why you squeezing
poor Chicken Man
so hard, Javi?

He's just a small-timer
trying to make a buck.

El Señor Chicken
throw big party

in my backyard

and doesn't invite me.
(LAUGHS)

Miami about 600 miles
from Atlanta.

And you're a long way
from New York.

Why you messing
with my business?

Did you know, this party
Chicken Man is throwing
is in my honor?

No.

- I did not know.
- Well, now you do.

And that 50%
you're trying to squeeze
out of the yard bird

is coming out of my pocket.

No, no.

I didn't know aquel pollito
worked for you.

Tonight he does.

So, we good?

Absolutamente, hermano.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You know...

perhaps next time you want
to do business down here,

you reach out, you know?

Talk to me.

A little neighborly courtesy.

Like I said, you're a long way
from New York.

(PAPA WAS A ROLLING STONE
PLAYING)

See you at the party.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

PARTYGOER:
Let's get this party going.

MAN 1: Big Tex
is in the House.

WOMAN: Can we get
some more chips through here?

Stunnin', just like my hoes,
they keep coming back.

- On the move.
- MAN (OVER RADIO): Copy that.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

Look at all these
goddamn people.

- We ain't got no clear lane.
- Yeah, and neither
would a shooter.

- Look, I told you about this,
man! How you supposed...
- Hold on, hey, hey.

- Just get in the damn ring...
- Hey! Hey!

Hudson leads the way.

Come on, Detective. After you.

All right, tight circle
around the Champ.

Each man put a hand
on the man in front of you and
do not stop moving. Let's go.

(ALL CHEERING)

(CROWD BOOING)

Fuck you, Ali.

HUDSON: Get him out of here!

This way, this way, this way.

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali!

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Baby?

CHICKEN MAN: Hey, baby,
listen to this.

That Javi situation?
It's settled.

Frank took care of
the whole thing for me.

(GASPS) Oh, thank you, Jesus!

(LAUGHS)

Hey, how's the party?

Black Vegas,
just like you said.
Hold on, baby.

Go on in the back
and make sure
that keg of beer's back there.

(EXHALES)
Oh, you did it, baby.

We did it, you hear me?

Gots to admit, I ain't think
you was gonna pull it off.

Yeah, well,
I want you to go on
and get ready.

This here's gonna be
a night that we ain't never
gonna forget.

(PAPA WAS A ROLLING STONE
CONTINUES)

♪ Papa was a rollin' stone

(ALL CHEERING)

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home

♪ And when he died

♪ All he left us was alone

♪ Oh, Papa was a rollin' stone

♪ My son, yeah

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home

♪ And when he died
All he left us was alone...

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

This is Joy. Who is this?

Hey, baby, it's me.
Put your momma on the phone.

JOY: Daddy.

What's wrong?

Nothing, baby. I'm just, uh...

I just wanted to call
and tell you good night,
that's all.

You can't hustle me.
What is it?

I don't know.

You know, I'm, uh...

I just feel like
everything is lining up.

After everything. You know,
after all the moves

and all the hustles
and the big ideas,

I just feel like
this one here is...

This is it, you know?

And I want it, Faye.
But then, at the same time,
I'm thinking to myself,

like, what if it's not?

Well, you know,
doubt is the devil's drug.

- And faith is the elixir.
- Amen.

Amen.

♪ Folks say Papa never was
much on thinking

♪ Spent most of his time
chasing women and drinking

♪ Momma, I'm depending on you

♪ To tell me the truth

♪ Momma looked up with a tear
in her eye and said, "Son...

♪ Papa was a rolling stone

♪ Well, well, well, well

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home

♪ And when he died

♪ All he left us was alone

♪ Papa was a rolling stone

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home

♪ And when he died

♪ All he left us was alone

♪ I say, yeah

- ♪ Papa was a rolling stone
- ♪ Yes, he was, my son

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home

♪ And when he died

♪ All he left us was alone

♪ My daddy was

♪ Yes, he was, yeah ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
- MAN 1: Everybody get on
the fucking ground!

Get on the fucking ground!

MAN 2: Do what the fuck I say!
Get down!