Godfather of Harlem (2019) s04e04 Episode Script
Union Blues
1
[CHIN] Despite what you
think, I still love you.
[STELLA] I'm the smartest one
of all my father's goombahs,
and he put fucking Pino in charge.
Power is something you gotta take.
Don't wait for some man
to bestow that on you.
That boy's fresh off the bus,
country as a bowl of grits.
Thought of something
you can do for me.
Chin Gigante rob him blind.
Weren't you supposed to
give that back to Bumpy?
Gave him back some. The
rest was milk sugar.
Bumpy Johnson gotta learn.
Nobody plays Frank Lucas.
The job I gave you was
a test. You failed.
Don't make me deliver
your ass to the devil.
Cross me once more, and I will.
Checked all of Johnson's spots,
wherever he's hiding our dope,
it's gonna take a team of
bloodhounds to find it.
Go back to all our dope spots
and check out who's dealing.
You see anybody who ain't ours,
yank 'em up and bring the dope with.
Nice ring.
[SEALE] The Blank Panther
Party for Self-Defense
Who are they?
California criminals, if you ask me.
- They look fine to me.
- Shut your mouth!
[MARGARET] You wanna know
what really goes on in class?
No more abuse in our community!
- [BLACK PANTHERS] Stop the pigs!
- You wanna test us?
Mr. Johnson. You brought
a friend with you.
This is Marshall
Grant, your straw man.
You gonna tear down the
Apollo Theater to put this up?
I'm selling my property
to Bumpy Johnson.
- [LAUGHS]
- Yes, sir.
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you all for coming today.
It's a day that I wish
my dear friend Malcolm
were able to witness with us here.
Public speaking's not my strength,
so I'm gonna pass this
over to my beautiful,
lovely wife, Mayme Johnson.
Thank you all for coming
to the groundbreaking
for Club St. Clair,
Harlem's new culture and
entertainment center,
named after Ellsworth's mentor,
the great Stephanie St. Clair.
During the '20s and '30s,
Harlem was a magnet for
culture in New York City.
People like Langston Hughes,
Aaron Douglas, and many others
created a true Renaissance.
This project will
help bring that back.
The men working here are from Harlem,
and we are happy to report
that this project will create
over 1,500 new jobs for our people.
[APPLAUSE]
[MEN CHANTING] Strong and
proud, we stand out ground.
New York is a union
town. Strong and proud
Come on.
Eyes on you, Ellsworth.
Yeah, yeah.
Strong and proud, we stand our ground.
New York is a union town.
Strong and proud, we stand our ground.
- New York is a union town.
- How you doing?
Not bad. How about yourself?
I was having a lovely
day till you showed up.
Bumpy Johnson.
Mickey Campanella.
[CHANTING] we stand our ground.
So, what's this about?
Can't you read the signs?
Yeah, I can read the fucking signs.
I made arrangements with
the necessary parties
that my men will be
able to work on this site.
Well, I'm a union boss.
I'm not a gangster,
and we don't got no arrangement.
How about you get
your goons to go home
and we work something out?
Nah. That's not how this goes.
How does it go?
Well, my men are gonna be here
every day, from dawn till dusk,
until you unionize.
Till I hire your guys.
Oh, you catch on quick, for a colored.
It's not gonna go that way.
[MAN] Taking our fucking jobs!
Goddamn it! Break this shit up.
They say heavy is the head ♪
Heavy is the head,
unc gave me the game ♪
I still remember
everything he said ♪
Some niggas that's on your block ♪
Feel entitled to what you got ♪
Them people gonna want your spot ♪
Soon as you make it to the top ♪
Boy, that's king shit ♪
Pay the lawyer off,
drown the homies out ♪
King shit, just that bar talk ♪
Make them niggas
kiss the ring shit ♪
Me and you ain't in the same zone ♪
Now you the type of
nigga to shoot a leg ♪
To get your name known? ♪
A crown don't make you king ♪
A crown don't make you king ♪
[THEME SONG PLAYING]
[CHOIR] Yeah ♪
Change ♪
Yea-a-a-ah ♪
[SWIZZ BEATZ] Open
up my window again ♪
Open up my window again ♪
I can hear death calling my name ♪
I can hear death calling 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 ♪
[RICK ROSS RAPPING] Lay on my
back watching the ceiling fan ♪
I had a dream to touch a kilogram ♪
Still at odds with the Irish mob ♪
Rolls-Royce down
Malcolm X Boulevard ♪
Lord, these really
out here preying 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 ♪
Fat Boy got the big body ♪
Coast to coast, I
can shoot product ♪
[SWIZZ BEATZ] Open
up my window again ♪
Open up my window again ♪
I can hear death calling my name ♪
I can hear death calling 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 ♪
You spoken to Powell?
He's still in Bimini.
Bimini's not the district
that he was elected to serve.
This is slander. We should sue.
How is it slander?
You were going to build
without unionizing.
Harlem is Harlem.
It ain't no Bensonhurst, Brooklyn.
White people they have no right
coming up in here making demands.
They see it differently.
Whose side are you on?
Hmm.
I am on the side of
making sure the money
from the Revitalization
Act ends up in your pocket.
The last thing I wanna
see is Harlem rebuilt
by a bunch of guineas.
I just
I don't see a way around unionizing,
not once it goes public like this.
I think you're gonna have
to cut a deal, Ellsworth.
I ain't cutting nothing.
If City Hall catches
even a whiff of you
doing anything foolish,
they will pull their funding.
Well, we'll see about that, won't we?
Ellsworth, you are the one
who wanted to do things differently.
You can't turn gangster every time
an obstacle gets in your way.
[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]
If our kids don't
eat, they can't learn.
That's a fact.
And if they don't
learn, they won't rise.
Harlem kids are going
to school hungry.
They've fallen out in the classroom.
We want every child to have at
least one square meal a day.
We need your help.
Volunteers, donations,
anything that you can give.
Oh, perfect timing. Thanks.
You're welcome.
- Elise, right?
- Yeah.
Afeni told us what you did
at school the other day.
Nice work.
Couldn't have done it without her.
Hmm. Driven and humble.
That is a hard combo
to find these days.
Maybe you're just
meeting the wrong people.
Maybe.
Uh, Sadiq.
Pleasure to meet you.
Pleasure to meet you as well.
- What else can I do?
- Oh, uh,
Maurice is handing out voter
registration fliers over there.
- You mind helping him out?
- Not at all.
Thanks.
Um, I'll see you around.
Yeah, see you around.
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Yes.
Hey!
Officers, I don't have any donuts,
but I can offer you some
fresh fruit if you like.
We didn't come for peaches and cream.
Where's your permit?
Our permit is our constitutional
right to be on this free land.
This isn't free land.
This is New York City school property.
- Time to shut this down.
- We ain't shutting shit down.
You ain't the law. I am.
- Easy, pal.
- Get your pig hands off me.
Relax, Sadiq. Don't give these
gentlemen what they want.
Oh, no, no, no. They're not gentlemen.
They're pigs.
Cuff Rosa Parks over here.
Toss her ass in the car.
My name is Afeni Shakur.
On what charge?
Resisting arrest.
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Okay, folks, break it up.
Time to go home. Party's over.
[OVERHEAD BELL JINGLES]
Thanks for meeting with me.
Ah. You don't gotta
thank me. It's my job.
So, what's on your mind?
I've been thinking about unionizing.
Ah, well, there's not
much to think about.
New York's a union town,
no two ways about it.
Right.
So, how do I get my guys in
your union and off to work?
Your guys? No, no.
You sign a contract and
my guys do the work.
I want Black workers on this.
I gotta take care of my people,
just like you gotta
take care of yours.
It's a matter of pride.
Sixty years ago, my
people came to America,
and nobody wanted to
give them a penny.
Instead of signs in the window saying,
"No Coloreds Allowed,"
signs for us read,
"Wops need not apply."
Don't compare your ancestors to mine.
Yours weren't slaves.
No.
But for centuries,
my ancestors were repeatedly invaded,
killed, raped, brutalized.
So, like you,
we got suffering in our blood.
And then, one day, we had enough.
One day, we said,
"We're not gonna let anyone
fuck with us anymore."
So we started looking
after our own people.
So I ain't gonna put
your men on this job.
Matter of pride.
Guess I won't be unionizing.
I guess you won't be building
your project neither.
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Cowboy Nick Martinelli.
What do you know?
What do I know about
what? He's in your crew.
Cops found him sliced
up somewhere near Rao's.
Did you have anything to do with that?
Me? I had no beef with him.
You had beef with my father.
Is this your way of settling it?
I put that in the rearview.
Didja?
Honey, if I still had
it out for your pops,
I'd go right for him.
Taking out a two-bit like Cowboy Nick
doesn't get my rocks off.
Swear it wasn't you, Joe?
[LAUGHS] I swear on my father's grave.
Yeah, but you hated your father.
What can I say? I don't know shit.
Pino spoke to the other Families.
None of them claim to
know anything either.
Well somebody's lying.
I mean, either that or yeehaw
got himself rolled by
a fucking dope fiend.
I don't know.
My guys want answers.
They're looking for revenge.
Welcome to the big leagues.
Not so easy being the power
behind the throne, is it?
Maybe you can give me some advice.
What should I do?
Well, you can't just let it go.
Not if you want any
respect, you can't.
So you find the cocksucker
who knifed Cowboy Nick
and you cut off his fucking balls.
- [ENGINE STARTS]
- [SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
Where'd you get this?
Found it on the street.
Crazy, huh?
Nice piece to find in the gutter.
Yeah. Well, my granny always
said I was God's favorite.
How long you been in Harlem, boy?
Ain't no God up in here.
How much you want for it?
I can't negotiate with myself now.
How much you gonna pay?
I'll give you $100.
[CHUCKLES] You shooting that duji.
I can get ten times that.
Well, if you was buying
from Metzgers, sure,
I got to fence it.
Let's go with five bills
then. Sound like a deal?
You can go haggle with the Jews.
I don't wanna deal with them now.
I'll give you two, and I'll
take it down to them myself.
We gonna split the difference.
You gonna give me three.
[LAUGHING]
Math I was taught.
Splitting the difference is $250.
- Sure, right.
- Mm-hmm.
Fine.
You got a deal.
Big bills, old-timer.
Nice doing business with you.
You, too.
And if you find any more
rings in the gutter,
you know who to come to.
Sure do.
I thought unions were
supposed to help people.
In theory, they are.
Then why don't they sign your workers?
If they were white, they would.
So unions are racist?
Mm.
Margaret, when are your
college applications due?
December.
You decide where you wanna apply?
- Berkeley. For sure.
- Ahh.
- California?
- Yeah.
It's where the Black
Panthers first started.
What does that have
to do with anything?
Well, Elise was telling me
I joined the Panthers.
So that explains the Afro.
Margaret, help me clear the table.
But
I said, help me clear the table.
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Have you lost your goddamn mind?
The Panthers are filling
the void Malcolm left.
They're the only ones helping
the community right now.
Oh, yeah? What are they doing?
We organized a breakfast
at P.S. 133 today.
And, of course, the cops came
and one of the sisters got busted.
And they'll arrest
another one tomorrow
and another the day after that.
Speaking of which,
can I borrow $500
to bail Afeni Shakur out of jail?
[CHUCKLING]
[SIGHS]
Sure.
On one condition.
What's that?
You turn in that jacket.
Quit the Panthers?
You really wanna help this community?
Come work with me.
Help me rebuild Harlem.
What do you have against them?
Nothing. I just don't
wanna see you arrested
- [TELEPHONE RINGING]
- or worse.
I can take care of myself.
You want the money?
Just turn in the jacket.
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No. Keep it.
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Chance called.
Looks like Stella
Gigante wants a meeting.
[DOOR CLOSES]
You got some balls, accusing me
of killing a guy I don't even know.
Nicky Martinelli got
his throat slashed
in a dope house in Harlem.
Last I checked, that's
your signature move.
I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.
We know you guy your
ear to the streets.
We're just looking for information.
That's your business, not mine.
I'm asking with respect, as a favor.
Okay, sure.
Maybe you could do one for me.
We ain't doing you no fucking favors.
And if we find out it
was one of your people,
- you'll be on the hook.
- Does he have to be here?
Pino, shut the fuck
up. What's the favor?
A guy named Mickey Campanella,
union president of Local 131.
His guys are picketing my site.
131 belongs to Colombo,
but I know that the Genovase
Family has influence as well.
I need that union off my back
so I can build with my workers.
Well, you're fucking nuts.
In return, I'll put
word out in the streets
that I'm looking for the person
who iced Cowboy Nick.
Yeah, maybe I can talk to Colombo.
And say what?
"Do my Black friend a favor.
Don't collect on him."
Then we'll owe him
something in return.
Fuck no.
Ignore him.
I'll talk to Colombo.
This is it. This is the headquarters.
Well, for now, at least.
It's in the heart of
Harlem, which is good.
It's why Afeni chose it.
You really wanna make a difference,
you gotta know the people,
and they gotta know you.
This is where we crash.
You got the kitchen
right through there
and, uh, bathroom. [LAUGHS]
Hey, I need to talk to you guys.
If we don't make bail by Friday,
they're moving Afeni
to Bronx Detention.
That's a dangerous place. We
gotta get her out of there.
I know.
- How much money we got?
- $220. We're way short.
Can you ask the donors?
If we start asking them
to solve our problems,
then they'll lose faith in us.
- What about Bobby and Huey?
- They got their own problems.
Well, we gotta come up
with the money somehow.
I
There's a drug den not far from here,
low-level dealers selling to junkies.
Part of our mission is cleaning
up the community, right?
Yeah.
Four or five of us could take it down.
They're all getting high
on their own supply.
They won't be hard to roll.
Sorry. Maybe it was a bad idea.
No.
I think it's a good one.
I don't like it.
You like seeing your sister
get beat down instead?
Of course not, man. Come on.
Then we got to move then, no?
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What are we walking into exactly?
One, maybe two dealers.
Rest are junkies.
We should scope it out.
Definitely.
You sure about this?
Your father is the biggest drug dealer
in all of Harlem.
Not no more, or so he
says. But who cares?
He ain't the one we gonna hit.
♪♪
Thanks, fellas.
What, no phone call?
I knew you'd be here.
You're always working.
It's how I get things done.
I think you work too hard.
Are you asking me on a date?
Hmm.
No, just a favor.
Mickey Campanella,
he's a stubborn guy.
He's a union boss. It's a tough job.
I know he dances on that
little string of yours.
Oh, and you want me to make him dance.
Yeah, I do.
Put some Black people on the payroll.
What, are you kissing
Bumpy Johnson's ass now?
He's building in Harlem.
Let him use Harlem workers.
Okay, yeah.
See, I didn't know it was gonna
be a civil rights meeting.
I would've worn my
Bobby Kennedy button.
What's it to you?
More union guys, more dues,
more kickbacks, Black or white.
Listen, you ever think
that maybe I'm trying
to prevent a race war at Local 131.
Mickey Campanella, he's old-school.
He's, you know, he
don't like the Blacks.
Then maybe you should get rid of him.
He's as trustworthy
as a wooden nickel.
Bullshit. Look, I've known
this guy for 35 years.
Really? 'Cause my guy, Fiorentino,
he says Campanella's
been dipping his fingers
into the till.
Look[SIGHS]
I mean, I got no
problem with the Blacks.
Neither do you.
I heard you used to let
this Black soul singer
bang you back in the day.
Which begs the question
why are you here on
behalf of Bumpy Johnson?
Are you fucking him, too?
Better him than you.
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[DOOR CLOSES]
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I heard Bumpy's looking for anything
to do with that guinea's murder,
so I called first thing.
You did good, Moses.
Some guy told me some bullshit
that he found it in the street.
Yeah? You know where
the guy is? Get a name?
Uh, I like to respect
people's privacy.
But he definitely
ain't from around here.
What makes you say that?
Southern boy.
Yeah, dresses like he
just got off a bus.
Real handsome fella.
You know who he is?
- I got a pretty good idea.
- Yeah.
How much this set you back?
Oh, I paid $400.
You ain't never paid $400 for anything
in your life, you cheap-ass.
Okay, okay. $250.
$250.
We good?
This is only $200. Uh
Bumpy will remember this.
- Yeah?
- Gotcha.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SADIQ] Damn shame.
Look at them junkies. No self-respect.
Don't judge until you've
been in their shoes.
Oh, yeah?
What, you speaking from experience?
Where'd you grow up?
On a farm outside Memphis.
Bet coming here was a shock.
You ain't lying.
Come from living in
all that open space
to coming here and having none.
Why'd you leave?
Can't make much of a difference
on a farm outside Memphis.
That the dealer we gonna roll?
Yeah. That's him.
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[BUMPY] That motherfucker
Campanella needs to die.
Just say the word and I'll
put a bullet in his skull.
- Make that two.
- I wish, but we can't.
Gotta do something.
I'm willing to take the risk. Fuck it.
Just say the word.
I know you are, but
there's a better way.
How's that?
A union boss is like a crime boss.
They think they're untouchable.
So the best way to get rid of
a boss is use another boss.
Well, how we gonna do that?
I've been doing a little
homework on Local 131.
They've been cooking
the books for years.
Yeah? Well, all that skim,
they gotta hide that from the IRS.
Which means they have
two sets of books.
I'm gonna need you to get them both
when the union hall closes tonight.
- Okay.
- Alright.
Look, I'm your oldest friend,
which is why I get to say this.
Only Negro workers, not
paying off the guineas.
You're living in
fantasy land, brother.
You pay the cops, you
pay the politicians,
and now you're choosing
to swim upstream,
and you could get washed away.
Some fantasies are worth fighting for.
Or maybe it's just you
always need a fight.
♪♪
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
Here's the apartment.
It's on the first floor.
That's where our mark will be.
Who's upstairs?
Strung-out junkies, hookers.
No one to worry about.
No one we know of. [SIGHS]
What's wrong?
Something don't feel right about this.
It's the only plan we got.
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
Okay.
Alright.
[BUMPY] Found out what
you're looking for.
I think I know who killed Cowboy Nick.
Who is it?
Some kid from the South looking
to make a name for himself.
Been a real thorn in my side.
What's his name?
Gonna need something from you first.
Is this about the union?
131's Joe Colombo's local, not ours.
These things, they're
not written in stone.
You got my attention.
There's a guy in Local
131, Bruno Fiorentino.
His brother is Georgie Smash.
Yeah, Georgie's in our Family.
That's the point.
If Mickey should somehow step down,
union laws mandate a snap election.
You want Bruno to run?
No, I want Bruno to win.
So we'd get 131.
And I get to hire
whoever I want on my site.
It's gonna piss Joe off.
You'll handle that.
Whatever you have
planned for Campanella,
will any of it blow back to us?
None of it.
I'm gonna need whoever killed
Cowboy Nick or no deal.
♪♪
Put the money down. The
money good. Don't touch it.
Whoo!
Let's go!
Alright.
That's how you clean up.
Appreciate y'all. Aah!
- Oh, shit.
- Fuck.
Bumpy wants to talk to you.
Talk about what?
This.
♪♪
God gave you some big balls, Country.
But he also gave you a chicken brain.
You killed a made man and
then you fence his ring?
It's too small for me to wear.
I told you to go back
to North Carolina.
Why didn't you listen to me?
Ain't nothing left for me there.
Well, there's nothing
more for you here either.
Hey. You can't take me back.
No.
I gotta bring you somewhere else.
You're gonna feed me to the wolves?
Sometimes, you gotta unite with people
you don't want to for a bigger goal.
So, yeah, your time's up, Country.
Unite with me.
Come on.
We're from the same South.
Same South that'll lynch a nigga
if you're staring at a white girl.
You and me, we'd be good together.
I know it.
If you don't see that,
then drop me off at the
bus station, alright?
I get on and you never
see me again, I promise.
It's too late for that.
Let's go.
Come on. Let's go.
You ain't no better than me.
Come on. Move!
You ain't no better than me!
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
♪♪
[HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE]
There you go.
What's this for? We don't
need to shoot no one.
We ain't going in
there without no heat.
Alright. Let's do this.
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There it is. 1E.
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[MAN] Bedroom's clear.
No one in here.
I got nothing back here either.
This room's empty.
Elise!
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[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
♪♪
I got it. I got it. Come on. Let's go.
Let's go!
♪♪
Elise, we need to go. Now.
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I'm sorry, Ronnie.
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[DOOR CLOSES]
[HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE]
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- [CAR DOOR CLOSES]
- [ENGINE STARTS]
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Hey. Cosa fai?
Huh?
[SPEAKING ITALIAN]
I don't know what the fuck you saying.
He said, "What are you
doing in our neighborhood?"
I'm a fucking janitor. See?
That's what the fuck I'm doing.
[SPEAKING ITALIAN]
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[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[SADIQ SIGHS]
You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Look, what happened last night
What happened, happened.
Thank you.
You knew him, didn't you?
Yeah. I did.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
I knew him in another life.
Hey, hey, look who I found.
- Afeni.
- Hey!
- Hi. Hi.
- Look who's back.
- Welcome back.
- [LAUGHS]
Come on, girl.
Hi.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
Hey, boy. [LAUGHS]
You okay?
I'm good.
May have even found
a few more recruits.
- Hey.
- Yeah.
Look, you wanna get something to eat?
Hell, yeah. I'm starving.
I'm gonna pass. I got
something I gotta do.
I'll circle back with y'all later?
Are you sure? I mean, I can drive you.
No. I'll walk.
- Elise.
- Yeah?
Maurice told me what you guys did.
Thank you.
[DOOR CLOSES]
How the fuck did you get these?
These are Local 131 financials
bank statements, audit reports.
I have sources in law enforcement,
as I'm sure you do, too.
How the fuck did law
enforcement get 'em?
Ain't it clear?
You got a leak in
your little operation.
Bullshit.
Numbers don't lie, Joe.
Misappropriation of pension funds.
Kickbacks from vendors.
The Feds are gonna jump
all over you for this.
And what, you just came
all the way down here
to warn me of an
impending investigation
out of the goodness of your heart?
For my own protection,
as much as yours.
You're a fucking liar.
I need to break ground on my project.
Mickey Campanella being
indicted by Robert Morgenthau
will only slow that down.
Let's face it, you got
a rat in the kitchen.
If that rat's Campanella,
he'll put you back in jail.
How do I know it wasn't
you who went to the Feds?
'Cause you know I'm not a snitch.
What I know, Bumpy,
is that in this game,
anybody can be a snitch.
Yeah, but not me.
[MARGARET] Hey.
What you working on?
An essay about the Vietnam conflict.
Wanna read it?
When you're finished.
But I, um
I came to tell you something.
Is it about the Panthers?
No. Something else.
What?
Your biological father was
a man I used to run with
when I was an addict.
His name was Ronnie.
I got the news today that he died.
♪♪
Oh.
I just thought you should know.
And if there's anything
you wanna ask
♪♪
[SIGHS]
My father is Ellsworth Johnson.
I don't know who this other man is,
but it's taken you this long
to talk about him, so
I, uh I guess he never
really meant much to you,
so why would he matter to me?
Okay.
I love you.
I love you, too.
♪♪
♪♪
[BUMPY] So here's the hard part.
We've gotta get Colombo
to take out his own man.
Think it'll work?
It might. It might not.
So just how is it that
the Local 131 ledgers
wind up in the hands of Bumpy Johnson?
I got no idea.
No?
Well, he didn't just
snap his fucking fingers
and make 'em appear out of thin air.
I mean, who knows?
Maybe he got them from
my deputy, Fiorentino?
Fiorentino's connected to Chin.
Who knows? Who fucking knows?
[GUNS COCKS]
It's your fucking job, Mickey.
I fucking pay you to know.
♪♪
I got the son of a bitch.
Right there. Right there,
on his fucking knees.
Get your fucking hands off.
♪♪
You know why you're here?
I'm guessing it ain't 'cause
you wanna see my pretty face.
You pawned a ring on 125th.
Yeah, so what if I did?
A ring you took from
the guy you killed.
One of our guys.
He was an associate of this family.
No. No, you got it wrong.
I won that ring, in a
dice game over in 137.
Piece of shit!
If the Feds decide to indict the union
based on those ledgers, how do I know
that you're not gonna
take a deal to avoid jail?
[MUTTERS]
You know, Joe,
go fuck yourself.
Fuck you and the ground
you're standing on.
You're the godfather to my children.
You think I'd dime you
over fucking ledgers?
♪♪
I gotta tell you,
losing those ledgers is a
big fucking deal, Mickey.
The responsibility for
losing those ledgers
clearly falls on you.
I'm sorry, Joe, okay? I'm
sorry. I'll fix it, okay?
And if I can't, you got
nothing to worry about.
We'll pay off the judge.
And, hey, worst comes to
worst, I'll do the time.
♪♪
I'm sorry, too,
but I can't leave room for no error.
[FRANK] I know it look bad,
and I see why your man
might wanna blast me,
but I'm telling you, I
ain't have shit to do
with stealing that damn ring.
Bumpy says you did.
Bumpy said I pawned
a ring, which I did.
But Bumpy ain't say I killed your man.
Cut the shit, or Pino's gonna
blast your brains out right now.
- You've got 60 seconds.
- Look, I ain't lying.
I ain't kill your man.
Oh, fuck this guy. He's gotta go.
You think you've got
Bumpy in your pocket, huh?
Check again.
He playing you.
I don't believe you.
Who do you think told me
to cut the dope in half
when I stole it off
your pastry truck, huh?
I've been telling you
that Johnson's behind it.
I've been telling you
this whole fucking time.
♪♪
Alright, I'm gonna let you live.
On one condition.
I need to know everything
that's happening on
the streets of Harlem.
Got it?
[APPLAUSE]
Mr. Johnson, can I take a photo?
Just make sure you get
my good side, not my bad.
Smile.
I've walked this road before ♪
Yeah.
- Another one.
- I thought I was done ♪
With petty wars ♪
You know I only came to win ♪
♪♪
♪♪
Much better.
♪♪
A crown won't make you a king ♪
But a million mice that can ♪
Till they black out the daylight ♪
Power's a beautiful thing ♪
♪♪
Wearing a crown
won't make you king ♪
♪♪
sync & corrections by awaqeded
- Heavy is the head ♪
- Talk to 'em, unh ♪
Heavy is the head,
unc gave me the game ♪
I still remember
everything he said ♪
Some niggas that's on your block ♪
Feel entitled to what you got ♪
Them people gonna want your spot ♪
Soon as you make it to the top ♪
Boy, that's king shit ♪
Pay the lawyer off,
drown the homies out ♪
King shit, just that bar talk ♪
Make them niggas
kiss the ring shit ♪
Me and you ain't in the same zone ♪
Now you the type of
nigga to shoot a leg ♪
To get your name known? ♪
Boy, that's king shit ♪
♪♪
A crown don't make you king ♪
♪♪
Wearing a crown
don't make you king ♪
[CHUCKLES]
[CHIN] Despite what you
think, I still love you.
[STELLA] I'm the smartest one
of all my father's goombahs,
and he put fucking Pino in charge.
Power is something you gotta take.
Don't wait for some man
to bestow that on you.
That boy's fresh off the bus,
country as a bowl of grits.
Thought of something
you can do for me.
Chin Gigante rob him blind.
Weren't you supposed to
give that back to Bumpy?
Gave him back some. The
rest was milk sugar.
Bumpy Johnson gotta learn.
Nobody plays Frank Lucas.
The job I gave you was
a test. You failed.
Don't make me deliver
your ass to the devil.
Cross me once more, and I will.
Checked all of Johnson's spots,
wherever he's hiding our dope,
it's gonna take a team of
bloodhounds to find it.
Go back to all our dope spots
and check out who's dealing.
You see anybody who ain't ours,
yank 'em up and bring the dope with.
Nice ring.
[SEALE] The Blank Panther
Party for Self-Defense
Who are they?
California criminals, if you ask me.
- They look fine to me.
- Shut your mouth!
[MARGARET] You wanna know
what really goes on in class?
No more abuse in our community!
- [BLACK PANTHERS] Stop the pigs!
- You wanna test us?
Mr. Johnson. You brought
a friend with you.
This is Marshall
Grant, your straw man.
You gonna tear down the
Apollo Theater to put this up?
I'm selling my property
to Bumpy Johnson.
- [LAUGHS]
- Yes, sir.
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you all for coming today.
It's a day that I wish
my dear friend Malcolm
were able to witness with us here.
Public speaking's not my strength,
so I'm gonna pass this
over to my beautiful,
lovely wife, Mayme Johnson.
Thank you all for coming
to the groundbreaking
for Club St. Clair,
Harlem's new culture and
entertainment center,
named after Ellsworth's mentor,
the great Stephanie St. Clair.
During the '20s and '30s,
Harlem was a magnet for
culture in New York City.
People like Langston Hughes,
Aaron Douglas, and many others
created a true Renaissance.
This project will
help bring that back.
The men working here are from Harlem,
and we are happy to report
that this project will create
over 1,500 new jobs for our people.
[APPLAUSE]
[MEN CHANTING] Strong and
proud, we stand out ground.
New York is a union
town. Strong and proud
Come on.
Eyes on you, Ellsworth.
Yeah, yeah.
Strong and proud, we stand our ground.
New York is a union town.
Strong and proud, we stand our ground.
- New York is a union town.
- How you doing?
Not bad. How about yourself?
I was having a lovely
day till you showed up.
Bumpy Johnson.
Mickey Campanella.
[CHANTING] we stand our ground.
So, what's this about?
Can't you read the signs?
Yeah, I can read the fucking signs.
I made arrangements with
the necessary parties
that my men will be
able to work on this site.
Well, I'm a union boss.
I'm not a gangster,
and we don't got no arrangement.
How about you get
your goons to go home
and we work something out?
Nah. That's not how this goes.
How does it go?
Well, my men are gonna be here
every day, from dawn till dusk,
until you unionize.
Till I hire your guys.
Oh, you catch on quick, for a colored.
It's not gonna go that way.
[MAN] Taking our fucking jobs!
Goddamn it! Break this shit up.
They say heavy is the head ♪
Heavy is the head,
unc gave me the game ♪
I still remember
everything he said ♪
Some niggas that's on your block ♪
Feel entitled to what you got ♪
Them people gonna want your spot ♪
Soon as you make it to the top ♪
Boy, that's king shit ♪
Pay the lawyer off,
drown the homies out ♪
King shit, just that bar talk ♪
Make them niggas
kiss the ring shit ♪
Me and you ain't in the same zone ♪
Now you the type of
nigga to shoot a leg ♪
To get your name known? ♪
A crown don't make you king ♪
A crown don't make you king ♪
[THEME SONG PLAYING]
[CHOIR] Yeah ♪
Change ♪
Yea-a-a-ah ♪
[SWIZZ BEATZ] Open
up my window again ♪
Open up my window again ♪
I can hear death calling my name ♪
I can hear death calling 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 ♪
[RICK ROSS RAPPING] Lay on my
back watching the ceiling fan ♪
I had a dream to touch a kilogram ♪
Still at odds with the Irish mob ♪
Rolls-Royce down
Malcolm X Boulevard ♪
Lord, these really
out here preying 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 ♪
Fat Boy got the big body ♪
Coast to coast, I
can shoot product ♪
[SWIZZ BEATZ] Open
up my window again ♪
Open up my window again ♪
I can hear death calling my name ♪
I can hear death calling 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 ♪
You spoken to Powell?
He's still in Bimini.
Bimini's not the district
that he was elected to serve.
This is slander. We should sue.
How is it slander?
You were going to build
without unionizing.
Harlem is Harlem.
It ain't no Bensonhurst, Brooklyn.
White people they have no right
coming up in here making demands.
They see it differently.
Whose side are you on?
Hmm.
I am on the side of
making sure the money
from the Revitalization
Act ends up in your pocket.
The last thing I wanna
see is Harlem rebuilt
by a bunch of guineas.
I just
I don't see a way around unionizing,
not once it goes public like this.
I think you're gonna have
to cut a deal, Ellsworth.
I ain't cutting nothing.
If City Hall catches
even a whiff of you
doing anything foolish,
they will pull their funding.
Well, we'll see about that, won't we?
Ellsworth, you are the one
who wanted to do things differently.
You can't turn gangster every time
an obstacle gets in your way.
[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]
If our kids don't
eat, they can't learn.
That's a fact.
And if they don't
learn, they won't rise.
Harlem kids are going
to school hungry.
They've fallen out in the classroom.
We want every child to have at
least one square meal a day.
We need your help.
Volunteers, donations,
anything that you can give.
Oh, perfect timing. Thanks.
You're welcome.
- Elise, right?
- Yeah.
Afeni told us what you did
at school the other day.
Nice work.
Couldn't have done it without her.
Hmm. Driven and humble.
That is a hard combo
to find these days.
Maybe you're just
meeting the wrong people.
Maybe.
Uh, Sadiq.
Pleasure to meet you.
Pleasure to meet you as well.
- What else can I do?
- Oh, uh,
Maurice is handing out voter
registration fliers over there.
- You mind helping him out?
- Not at all.
Thanks.
Um, I'll see you around.
Yeah, see you around.
♪♪
♪♪
Yes.
Hey!
Officers, I don't have any donuts,
but I can offer you some
fresh fruit if you like.
We didn't come for peaches and cream.
Where's your permit?
Our permit is our constitutional
right to be on this free land.
This isn't free land.
This is New York City school property.
- Time to shut this down.
- We ain't shutting shit down.
You ain't the law. I am.
- Easy, pal.
- Get your pig hands off me.
Relax, Sadiq. Don't give these
gentlemen what they want.
Oh, no, no, no. They're not gentlemen.
They're pigs.
Cuff Rosa Parks over here.
Toss her ass in the car.
My name is Afeni Shakur.
On what charge?
Resisting arrest.
♪♪
Okay, folks, break it up.
Time to go home. Party's over.
[OVERHEAD BELL JINGLES]
Thanks for meeting with me.
Ah. You don't gotta
thank me. It's my job.
So, what's on your mind?
I've been thinking about unionizing.
Ah, well, there's not
much to think about.
New York's a union town,
no two ways about it.
Right.
So, how do I get my guys in
your union and off to work?
Your guys? No, no.
You sign a contract and
my guys do the work.
I want Black workers on this.
I gotta take care of my people,
just like you gotta
take care of yours.
It's a matter of pride.
Sixty years ago, my
people came to America,
and nobody wanted to
give them a penny.
Instead of signs in the window saying,
"No Coloreds Allowed,"
signs for us read,
"Wops need not apply."
Don't compare your ancestors to mine.
Yours weren't slaves.
No.
But for centuries,
my ancestors were repeatedly invaded,
killed, raped, brutalized.
So, like you,
we got suffering in our blood.
And then, one day, we had enough.
One day, we said,
"We're not gonna let anyone
fuck with us anymore."
So we started looking
after our own people.
So I ain't gonna put
your men on this job.
Matter of pride.
Guess I won't be unionizing.
I guess you won't be building
your project neither.
♪♪
♪♪
Cowboy Nick Martinelli.
What do you know?
What do I know about
what? He's in your crew.
Cops found him sliced
up somewhere near Rao's.
Did you have anything to do with that?
Me? I had no beef with him.
You had beef with my father.
Is this your way of settling it?
I put that in the rearview.
Didja?
Honey, if I still had
it out for your pops,
I'd go right for him.
Taking out a two-bit like Cowboy Nick
doesn't get my rocks off.
Swear it wasn't you, Joe?
[LAUGHS] I swear on my father's grave.
Yeah, but you hated your father.
What can I say? I don't know shit.
Pino spoke to the other Families.
None of them claim to
know anything either.
Well somebody's lying.
I mean, either that or yeehaw
got himself rolled by
a fucking dope fiend.
I don't know.
My guys want answers.
They're looking for revenge.
Welcome to the big leagues.
Not so easy being the power
behind the throne, is it?
Maybe you can give me some advice.
What should I do?
Well, you can't just let it go.
Not if you want any
respect, you can't.
So you find the cocksucker
who knifed Cowboy Nick
and you cut off his fucking balls.
- [ENGINE STARTS]
- [SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
Where'd you get this?
Found it on the street.
Crazy, huh?
Nice piece to find in the gutter.
Yeah. Well, my granny always
said I was God's favorite.
How long you been in Harlem, boy?
Ain't no God up in here.
How much you want for it?
I can't negotiate with myself now.
How much you gonna pay?
I'll give you $100.
[CHUCKLES] You shooting that duji.
I can get ten times that.
Well, if you was buying
from Metzgers, sure,
I got to fence it.
Let's go with five bills
then. Sound like a deal?
You can go haggle with the Jews.
I don't wanna deal with them now.
I'll give you two, and I'll
take it down to them myself.
We gonna split the difference.
You gonna give me three.
[LAUGHING]
Math I was taught.
Splitting the difference is $250.
- Sure, right.
- Mm-hmm.
Fine.
You got a deal.
Big bills, old-timer.
Nice doing business with you.
You, too.
And if you find any more
rings in the gutter,
you know who to come to.
Sure do.
I thought unions were
supposed to help people.
In theory, they are.
Then why don't they sign your workers?
If they were white, they would.
So unions are racist?
Mm.
Margaret, when are your
college applications due?
December.
You decide where you wanna apply?
- Berkeley. For sure.
- Ahh.
- California?
- Yeah.
It's where the Black
Panthers first started.
What does that have
to do with anything?
Well, Elise was telling me
I joined the Panthers.
So that explains the Afro.
Margaret, help me clear the table.
But
I said, help me clear the table.
♪♪
♪♪
Have you lost your goddamn mind?
The Panthers are filling
the void Malcolm left.
They're the only ones helping
the community right now.
Oh, yeah? What are they doing?
We organized a breakfast
at P.S. 133 today.
And, of course, the cops came
and one of the sisters got busted.
And they'll arrest
another one tomorrow
and another the day after that.
Speaking of which,
can I borrow $500
to bail Afeni Shakur out of jail?
[CHUCKLING]
[SIGHS]
Sure.
On one condition.
What's that?
You turn in that jacket.
Quit the Panthers?
You really wanna help this community?
Come work with me.
Help me rebuild Harlem.
What do you have against them?
Nothing. I just don't
wanna see you arrested
- [TELEPHONE RINGING]
- or worse.
I can take care of myself.
You want the money?
Just turn in the jacket.
♪♪
No. Keep it.
♪♪
Chance called.
Looks like Stella
Gigante wants a meeting.
[DOOR CLOSES]
You got some balls, accusing me
of killing a guy I don't even know.
Nicky Martinelli got
his throat slashed
in a dope house in Harlem.
Last I checked, that's
your signature move.
I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.
We know you guy your
ear to the streets.
We're just looking for information.
That's your business, not mine.
I'm asking with respect, as a favor.
Okay, sure.
Maybe you could do one for me.
We ain't doing you no fucking favors.
And if we find out it
was one of your people,
- you'll be on the hook.
- Does he have to be here?
Pino, shut the fuck
up. What's the favor?
A guy named Mickey Campanella,
union president of Local 131.
His guys are picketing my site.
131 belongs to Colombo,
but I know that the Genovase
Family has influence as well.
I need that union off my back
so I can build with my workers.
Well, you're fucking nuts.
In return, I'll put
word out in the streets
that I'm looking for the person
who iced Cowboy Nick.
Yeah, maybe I can talk to Colombo.
And say what?
"Do my Black friend a favor.
Don't collect on him."
Then we'll owe him
something in return.
Fuck no.
Ignore him.
I'll talk to Colombo.
This is it. This is the headquarters.
Well, for now, at least.
It's in the heart of
Harlem, which is good.
It's why Afeni chose it.
You really wanna make a difference,
you gotta know the people,
and they gotta know you.
This is where we crash.
You got the kitchen
right through there
and, uh, bathroom. [LAUGHS]
Hey, I need to talk to you guys.
If we don't make bail by Friday,
they're moving Afeni
to Bronx Detention.
That's a dangerous place. We
gotta get her out of there.
I know.
- How much money we got?
- $220. We're way short.
Can you ask the donors?
If we start asking them
to solve our problems,
then they'll lose faith in us.
- What about Bobby and Huey?
- They got their own problems.
Well, we gotta come up
with the money somehow.
I
There's a drug den not far from here,
low-level dealers selling to junkies.
Part of our mission is cleaning
up the community, right?
Yeah.
Four or five of us could take it down.
They're all getting high
on their own supply.
They won't be hard to roll.
Sorry. Maybe it was a bad idea.
No.
I think it's a good one.
I don't like it.
You like seeing your sister
get beat down instead?
Of course not, man. Come on.
Then we got to move then, no?
♪♪
What are we walking into exactly?
One, maybe two dealers.
Rest are junkies.
We should scope it out.
Definitely.
You sure about this?
Your father is the biggest drug dealer
in all of Harlem.
Not no more, or so he
says. But who cares?
He ain't the one we gonna hit.
♪♪
Thanks, fellas.
What, no phone call?
I knew you'd be here.
You're always working.
It's how I get things done.
I think you work too hard.
Are you asking me on a date?
Hmm.
No, just a favor.
Mickey Campanella,
he's a stubborn guy.
He's a union boss. It's a tough job.
I know he dances on that
little string of yours.
Oh, and you want me to make him dance.
Yeah, I do.
Put some Black people on the payroll.
What, are you kissing
Bumpy Johnson's ass now?
He's building in Harlem.
Let him use Harlem workers.
Okay, yeah.
See, I didn't know it was gonna
be a civil rights meeting.
I would've worn my
Bobby Kennedy button.
What's it to you?
More union guys, more dues,
more kickbacks, Black or white.
Listen, you ever think
that maybe I'm trying
to prevent a race war at Local 131.
Mickey Campanella, he's old-school.
He's, you know, he
don't like the Blacks.
Then maybe you should get rid of him.
He's as trustworthy
as a wooden nickel.
Bullshit. Look, I've known
this guy for 35 years.
Really? 'Cause my guy, Fiorentino,
he says Campanella's
been dipping his fingers
into the till.
Look[SIGHS]
I mean, I got no
problem with the Blacks.
Neither do you.
I heard you used to let
this Black soul singer
bang you back in the day.
Which begs the question
why are you here on
behalf of Bumpy Johnson?
Are you fucking him, too?
Better him than you.
♪♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
♪♪
I heard Bumpy's looking for anything
to do with that guinea's murder,
so I called first thing.
You did good, Moses.
Some guy told me some bullshit
that he found it in the street.
Yeah? You know where
the guy is? Get a name?
Uh, I like to respect
people's privacy.
But he definitely
ain't from around here.
What makes you say that?
Southern boy.
Yeah, dresses like he
just got off a bus.
Real handsome fella.
You know who he is?
- I got a pretty good idea.
- Yeah.
How much this set you back?
Oh, I paid $400.
You ain't never paid $400 for anything
in your life, you cheap-ass.
Okay, okay. $250.
$250.
We good?
This is only $200. Uh
Bumpy will remember this.
- Yeah?
- Gotcha.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SADIQ] Damn shame.
Look at them junkies. No self-respect.
Don't judge until you've
been in their shoes.
Oh, yeah?
What, you speaking from experience?
Where'd you grow up?
On a farm outside Memphis.
Bet coming here was a shock.
You ain't lying.
Come from living in
all that open space
to coming here and having none.
Why'd you leave?
Can't make much of a difference
on a farm outside Memphis.
That the dealer we gonna roll?
Yeah. That's him.
♪♪
[BUMPY] That motherfucker
Campanella needs to die.
Just say the word and I'll
put a bullet in his skull.
- Make that two.
- I wish, but we can't.
Gotta do something.
I'm willing to take the risk. Fuck it.
Just say the word.
I know you are, but
there's a better way.
How's that?
A union boss is like a crime boss.
They think they're untouchable.
So the best way to get rid of
a boss is use another boss.
Well, how we gonna do that?
I've been doing a little
homework on Local 131.
They've been cooking
the books for years.
Yeah? Well, all that skim,
they gotta hide that from the IRS.
Which means they have
two sets of books.
I'm gonna need you to get them both
when the union hall closes tonight.
- Okay.
- Alright.
Look, I'm your oldest friend,
which is why I get to say this.
Only Negro workers, not
paying off the guineas.
You're living in
fantasy land, brother.
You pay the cops, you
pay the politicians,
and now you're choosing
to swim upstream,
and you could get washed away.
Some fantasies are worth fighting for.
Or maybe it's just you
always need a fight.
♪♪
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
Here's the apartment.
It's on the first floor.
That's where our mark will be.
Who's upstairs?
Strung-out junkies, hookers.
No one to worry about.
No one we know of. [SIGHS]
What's wrong?
Something don't feel right about this.
It's the only plan we got.
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
Okay.
Alright.
[BUMPY] Found out what
you're looking for.
I think I know who killed Cowboy Nick.
Who is it?
Some kid from the South looking
to make a name for himself.
Been a real thorn in my side.
What's his name?
Gonna need something from you first.
Is this about the union?
131's Joe Colombo's local, not ours.
These things, they're
not written in stone.
You got my attention.
There's a guy in Local
131, Bruno Fiorentino.
His brother is Georgie Smash.
Yeah, Georgie's in our Family.
That's the point.
If Mickey should somehow step down,
union laws mandate a snap election.
You want Bruno to run?
No, I want Bruno to win.
So we'd get 131.
And I get to hire
whoever I want on my site.
It's gonna piss Joe off.
You'll handle that.
Whatever you have
planned for Campanella,
will any of it blow back to us?
None of it.
I'm gonna need whoever killed
Cowboy Nick or no deal.
♪♪
Put the money down. The
money good. Don't touch it.
Whoo!
Let's go!
Alright.
That's how you clean up.
Appreciate y'all. Aah!
- Oh, shit.
- Fuck.
Bumpy wants to talk to you.
Talk about what?
This.
♪♪
God gave you some big balls, Country.
But he also gave you a chicken brain.
You killed a made man and
then you fence his ring?
It's too small for me to wear.
I told you to go back
to North Carolina.
Why didn't you listen to me?
Ain't nothing left for me there.
Well, there's nothing
more for you here either.
Hey. You can't take me back.
No.
I gotta bring you somewhere else.
You're gonna feed me to the wolves?
Sometimes, you gotta unite with people
you don't want to for a bigger goal.
So, yeah, your time's up, Country.
Unite with me.
Come on.
We're from the same South.
Same South that'll lynch a nigga
if you're staring at a white girl.
You and me, we'd be good together.
I know it.
If you don't see that,
then drop me off at the
bus station, alright?
I get on and you never
see me again, I promise.
It's too late for that.
Let's go.
Come on. Let's go.
You ain't no better than me.
Come on. Move!
You ain't no better than me!
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
♪♪
[HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE]
There you go.
What's this for? We don't
need to shoot no one.
We ain't going in
there without no heat.
Alright. Let's do this.
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There it is. 1E.
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[MAN] Bedroom's clear.
No one in here.
I got nothing back here either.
This room's empty.
Elise!
♪♪
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
♪♪
I got it. I got it. Come on. Let's go.
Let's go!
♪♪
Elise, we need to go. Now.
♪♪
I'm sorry, Ronnie.
♪♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
[HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE]
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- [CAR DOOR CLOSES]
- [ENGINE STARTS]
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Hey. Cosa fai?
Huh?
[SPEAKING ITALIAN]
I don't know what the fuck you saying.
He said, "What are you
doing in our neighborhood?"
I'm a fucking janitor. See?
That's what the fuck I'm doing.
[SPEAKING ITALIAN]
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[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[SADIQ SIGHS]
You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Look, what happened last night
What happened, happened.
Thank you.
You knew him, didn't you?
Yeah. I did.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
I knew him in another life.
Hey, hey, look who I found.
- Afeni.
- Hey!
- Hi. Hi.
- Look who's back.
- Welcome back.
- [LAUGHS]
Come on, girl.
Hi.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
Hey, boy. [LAUGHS]
You okay?
I'm good.
May have even found
a few more recruits.
- Hey.
- Yeah.
Look, you wanna get something to eat?
Hell, yeah. I'm starving.
I'm gonna pass. I got
something I gotta do.
I'll circle back with y'all later?
Are you sure? I mean, I can drive you.
No. I'll walk.
- Elise.
- Yeah?
Maurice told me what you guys did.
Thank you.
[DOOR CLOSES]
How the fuck did you get these?
These are Local 131 financials
bank statements, audit reports.
I have sources in law enforcement,
as I'm sure you do, too.
How the fuck did law
enforcement get 'em?
Ain't it clear?
You got a leak in
your little operation.
Bullshit.
Numbers don't lie, Joe.
Misappropriation of pension funds.
Kickbacks from vendors.
The Feds are gonna jump
all over you for this.
And what, you just came
all the way down here
to warn me of an
impending investigation
out of the goodness of your heart?
For my own protection,
as much as yours.
You're a fucking liar.
I need to break ground on my project.
Mickey Campanella being
indicted by Robert Morgenthau
will only slow that down.
Let's face it, you got
a rat in the kitchen.
If that rat's Campanella,
he'll put you back in jail.
How do I know it wasn't
you who went to the Feds?
'Cause you know I'm not a snitch.
What I know, Bumpy,
is that in this game,
anybody can be a snitch.
Yeah, but not me.
[MARGARET] Hey.
What you working on?
An essay about the Vietnam conflict.
Wanna read it?
When you're finished.
But I, um
I came to tell you something.
Is it about the Panthers?
No. Something else.
What?
Your biological father was
a man I used to run with
when I was an addict.
His name was Ronnie.
I got the news today that he died.
♪♪
Oh.
I just thought you should know.
And if there's anything
you wanna ask
♪♪
[SIGHS]
My father is Ellsworth Johnson.
I don't know who this other man is,
but it's taken you this long
to talk about him, so
I, uh I guess he never
really meant much to you,
so why would he matter to me?
Okay.
I love you.
I love you, too.
♪♪
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[BUMPY] So here's the hard part.
We've gotta get Colombo
to take out his own man.
Think it'll work?
It might. It might not.
So just how is it that
the Local 131 ledgers
wind up in the hands of Bumpy Johnson?
I got no idea.
No?
Well, he didn't just
snap his fucking fingers
and make 'em appear out of thin air.
I mean, who knows?
Maybe he got them from
my deputy, Fiorentino?
Fiorentino's connected to Chin.
Who knows? Who fucking knows?
[GUNS COCKS]
It's your fucking job, Mickey.
I fucking pay you to know.
♪♪
I got the son of a bitch.
Right there. Right there,
on his fucking knees.
Get your fucking hands off.
♪♪
You know why you're here?
I'm guessing it ain't 'cause
you wanna see my pretty face.
You pawned a ring on 125th.
Yeah, so what if I did?
A ring you took from
the guy you killed.
One of our guys.
He was an associate of this family.
No. No, you got it wrong.
I won that ring, in a
dice game over in 137.
Piece of shit!
If the Feds decide to indict the union
based on those ledgers, how do I know
that you're not gonna
take a deal to avoid jail?
[MUTTERS]
You know, Joe,
go fuck yourself.
Fuck you and the ground
you're standing on.
You're the godfather to my children.
You think I'd dime you
over fucking ledgers?
♪♪
I gotta tell you,
losing those ledgers is a
big fucking deal, Mickey.
The responsibility for
losing those ledgers
clearly falls on you.
I'm sorry, Joe, okay? I'm
sorry. I'll fix it, okay?
And if I can't, you got
nothing to worry about.
We'll pay off the judge.
And, hey, worst comes to
worst, I'll do the time.
♪♪
I'm sorry, too,
but I can't leave room for no error.
[FRANK] I know it look bad,
and I see why your man
might wanna blast me,
but I'm telling you, I
ain't have shit to do
with stealing that damn ring.
Bumpy says you did.
Bumpy said I pawned
a ring, which I did.
But Bumpy ain't say I killed your man.
Cut the shit, or Pino's gonna
blast your brains out right now.
- You've got 60 seconds.
- Look, I ain't lying.
I ain't kill your man.
Oh, fuck this guy. He's gotta go.
You think you've got
Bumpy in your pocket, huh?
Check again.
He playing you.
I don't believe you.
Who do you think told me
to cut the dope in half
when I stole it off
your pastry truck, huh?
I've been telling you
that Johnson's behind it.
I've been telling you
this whole fucking time.
♪♪
Alright, I'm gonna let you live.
On one condition.
I need to know everything
that's happening on
the streets of Harlem.
Got it?
[APPLAUSE]
Mr. Johnson, can I take a photo?
Just make sure you get
my good side, not my bad.
Smile.
I've walked this road before ♪
Yeah.
- Another one.
- I thought I was done ♪
With petty wars ♪
You know I only came to win ♪
♪♪
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Much better.
♪♪
A crown won't make you a king ♪
But a million mice that can ♪
Till they black out the daylight ♪
Power's a beautiful thing ♪
♪♪
Wearing a crown
won't make you king ♪
♪♪
sync & corrections by awaqeded
- Heavy is the head ♪
- Talk to 'em, unh ♪
Heavy is the head,
unc gave me the game ♪
I still remember
everything he said ♪
Some niggas that's on your block ♪
Feel entitled to what you got ♪
Them people gonna want your spot ♪
Soon as you make it to the top ♪
Boy, that's king shit ♪
Pay the lawyer off,
drown the homies out ♪
King shit, just that bar talk ♪
Make them niggas
kiss the ring shit ♪
Me and you ain't in the same zone ♪
Now you the type of
nigga to shoot a leg ♪
To get your name known? ♪
Boy, that's king shit ♪
♪♪
A crown don't make you king ♪
♪♪
Wearing a crown
don't make you king ♪
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