04x02 - Country Boy

[bunniefuu]

[CHIN] I'd heard that the
city is given breaks to

coloreds who want to invest Harlem.

So?

You're building something
up, and I want in.

I want to be your partner.

What I'm planning has
nothing to do with you,

and it doesn't involve
the Five Families.

[BUMPY] It's for phase two, housing.

Of course, the new casino comes first.

We've gotta generate
money if we wanna expand.

The truth is, without the narcotics,

you're running a deficit.

I'm out of the duji business.

Am I being delusional? If I sell duji,

I can make enough money
to rebuild Harlem.

Or maybe my husband
is becoming the man

Malcolm inspired him to be.

Sometimes I'm feeling
like he's around me.

[g*nshots]

You k*lled him. You k*lled my husband!

- [GAVEL BANGS]
- [MAN] We find the defendant,

Omar Jones, guilty of m*rder.

How you doing? How's everybody?

Got sprung, huh?

Yeah, how'd that happen?

Good behavior.

I ain't selling my dope to this punk.

So, your family controls
the heroin. I need product.

My father will sell you heroin.

But he wants you to deal through me.

I want a piece for myself.

What I'm doing here's
for me and my people,

Black-owned, no partners.

If you don't like
it, get the f*ck out.

Get the f*ck outta
here! There's the door!

♪

[BELL DINGS]

{an8}♪

Hey, baby, you looking for a date?

Yeah? Aw, okay, next time.

[MAN] Hey, what you need, Jack?

Got Rolex watches for a
dime, $10, genuine Rolex.

Nah, I'm good.

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

Find the lady.

Winner, winner!

[LAUGHS] Double or nothing?

- Okay.
- All right. Find the lady.

Sometimes she hides,
sometimes she duck,

finding this b*tch take
more than dumb luck.

Yes!

OH, winner winner, doubled your money!

- Oh, man. [LAUGHS]
- You wanna go again?

Nah, I got a ride to catch.

Oh, come on, man! Just
one more? Hey, hey.

Hey, friend. Welcome to New York City.

Anything like you pictured?

I'm headed to Harlem. You
know how to get there?

Uh, yeah, subway.

From here, it's the ACE line.

But the thing is, what's your name?

Why? Are we supposed to be friends?

[LAUGHS] As I was saying,
thing is, you headed to Harlem,

be best to show up with a wad.

Flash a cash roll,

frails be falling at your feet.

Well, maybe I already got a wad.

Thing about money is, you
can never have too much.

[CHUCKLES] You play?

Got the drift of it.

The game here is called Find the Lady.

Dollar gets you two,
two gets you four.

Find the lady, not the Jacks,

'cause she's all green,
and they all black.

All you gots to do is track the b*tch.

Cards stop moving, you
tell me where she's at.

[LAUGHS] All right, big spender.

Find the lady.

Down today, ain't no sorrow.

Keep the faith, you'll be up tomorrow.

Double or nothing?

What's the take?

About $180 for the day.

How much from that
tight-headed country boy?

About $60. [LAUGHS]

You wanna collar a hot before we fix?

Maybe hit that rib joint on Amsterdam?

Yeah, sure. You go
pull the whip around.

[GRUNTING, CLATTERING]

[g*n c*ck]

How long did it take you to learn

to move them cards like that?

Hey, take it easy, young fella.

How long?

I don't know, s... since I was a boy.

Hey, look, you... you
want your scratch back?

I got it right here.

[SCREAMS]

[WHIMPERS]

Now you've gotta learn
to do it one-handed.

Aah! [PANTING]

You know, seeing as we're friends now,

still wanna know my name?

My name's Frank Lucas.

[THEME SONG PLAYING]

[CHOIR] ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Change ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[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 sh**t 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 ♪

[CHANCE] You telling me that
this m*therf*cker just backed

his truck up and dumped all
his sh*t on the sidewalk?

This is some nasty sh*t.

What are you doing, man?

You ain't picking up no garbage.

It's f*cking cannolis.
It's Chin's Joint.

Well, I guess Chin's salty.

We gave him the toss the other night.

Dumping his f*cking
garbage on our doorstep.

Look at this f*cking mountain of sh*t.

Yeah, well, I, for one, am
glad Bumpy expelled his a*s.

Bring the car around.

Yeah.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Bumpy Johnson's here.
Wants a word with you.

All right, send him in.

[DOOR OPENS]

Hey.

Want to tell me why I
got your trash piled up

in front of my place?

You know you have no right to do that.

You know, that's the
problem with you people.

You always wanna talk
about what you don't have.

You never wanna stop and be
grateful for what you do.

- Hello.
- Hi.

You mind giving us a minute?

Nah, she's my secretary,
or she's my boss,

I don't know, we haven't
figured it out yet,

but, uh, anyway, she stays.

Why are you dumping
garbage on my blocks?

What the f*ck is it
that you want from me?

I told you, I want in
on your new venture.

The gambling, the
wh*res, the whole thing.

You owe me.

I gave you the duji.
Since Colombo's been away,

you the only game in town
north of 86th Street.

I didn't ask you to
leave the junk game.

That was you. You chose that.

Now I wanna help you
build this new operation.

I see you have a vision.

Appreciate you, but
I gotta control this

without any partners.

Understand?

Well, then the trash is gonna
be the least of your problems.

Something about a Black
man being independent

- that bothers you?
- No, there's something

about a Black man being
stupid that bothers me.

I came here to give you fair warning

that if you keep this sh*t up...

we will go to w*r.

Well, we all know how
that's gonna turn out.

Hope you got that down.

Is this really worth bloodshed?

I'm gonna make him suffer.

He did you a big favor
by getting out of junk.

I think you should let it go.

You've given me a lot of good
advice over the last year.

But I know how to deal
with Bumpy Johnson.

[ELISE] God, what happened to you?

There was a little
dust-up in the yard.

Who was it?

Some lifers claiming
to be Black Muslims.

Don't worry. I fought back.

I'm gonna see if the
lawyers can get you put

into protective custody.

This is Rikers. There's
no special housing.

Omar, this ain't a joke,

I'm betting there are multiple
plans to k*ll you in here.

I was supposed to protect Malcolm.

Maybe me dying is justice.

Maybe I can talk to my father.
He has friends in here.

[SCOFFS]

Elise, face it. I'm a dead man.

[SIPS]

Hey, Stella.

- Hey, Delia.
- Coffee?

Yeah, that'd be great.

How are you liking
being back in Harlem?

I love it.

Thank you for offering me
protection to come back.

Didn't realize how much I missed it.

I'm really glad you're
back. How's Jerome?

- How old is he now?
- Almost 18.

Crazy how fast they grow up.

He's always playing music now.

He's going to be as good as Teddy was.

And speaking of family, are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. I've been
working for my father.

Hasn't been easy.

- How so?
- He's f*cking crazy.

He's putting the screws
to Bumpy Johnson,

but he's taking it too far.

I've tried talking
some sense into him,

but I'm afraid with his temper,

he's gonna end up on the
wrong end of Bumpy's g*n.

He's headed to a bad place,
and I'm trying to stop it.

How on earth can you do that?

By betraying my father.

[MAYME] Oh, Park Avenue is
my favorite part of town.

You have such a lovely home.

Thank you, Mayme.

And I am thrilled to be considered

for the New York Fine Arts board.

I have so many ideas I'd
love to share with you.

My fellow board members are
dead set against having you.

- Oh, yes?
- They seem to think it would be

dissatisfactory to have the wife
of a gangster in their midst.

Oh, and what do you think?

I think it's fascinating.

Hmm. You know, my husband
has paid his dues to society.

He's a legitimate businessman now.

[LAUGHS] There's no
such thing, darling.

My late husband didn't get
rich by following the rules.

- [LAUGHS]
- Well, that's, uh, good.

Luckily, I have sway on this board.

- Mm.
- I think bringing

the real Harlem to the museum
is exactly what we need.

Oh, yes?

No matter how much Richard
Wright or Ralph Ellison

one reads, the real ghetto
is so much more... vivid.

Oh, I've always been
partial to James Baldwin.

Oh, I love James Baldwin.

He's always so charming on television.

[LAUGHS] Like a little chocolate frog.

[LAUGHS]

Would you like to meet him?

Why? Do you know him?

Oh, well, of course we do.

Mr. Johnson and I know everybody.

[GASPS]

[SIPS]

[HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE]

Man, I ain't paying a
hundred bucks for this sh*t.

Seen cleaner hog houses in Beulaville.

And I give a sh*t?


two months in advance.

Don't like it, you can
sleep in the gutter.

[BILLS RUSTLING]

You're short.

Don't worry. I'll get the rest to you.

Real soon. That all right with you?

Well, it best be soon.

And keep it locked.

[CLICK]

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[STELLA] Hey, Don. Hey, Louis.

- Hey, Stell.
- Hey, Stella, what's up?

- How are you?
- Good.

- Good, you?
- It's nice to see you again.

- Great to see you.
- Good to see you, too.

- Joe around?
- Yeah, he's in.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Boss, you got a visitor.

All right, thanks, Don.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Got news for you.

Oh, yeah?

I think my father's planning
a w*r with Bumpy Johnson.

Oh, this is great news.

It's not good news, Joe.

Not if you wanna keep
getting junk on the regular.

What are you saying?

I'm saying I know my
father. He's out for blood.

Maybe yours, too. It's hard to say.

Okay. I give a f*ck.

Listen, he's got most of his
operations in the Village,

tons of real estate in Miami.

To be honest, it's
dangerous in Harlem.

He should let me run it.
I'm the best he's got.

Of that I have no doubt.

So I need your help.

My help?

For which I'll be most grateful.

You need my help doing what, exactly?

Getting my father out of Harlem.

It's been a long time
since you and I just

had a meal together, alone.

Too long.

Thanks, Delia.

My pleasure, Bumpy.

And I wanna thank you
for getting me this job.

I'm glad to have you back in town.

[CUP CLATTERS]

You do so much for so many people.

I wonder if you'd do something for me.

I hope this isn't about Omar.

Omar's life is in
danger. He's innocent.

You know he's innocent.

The justice system is f*cked.

What do you want me to do about it?

You know people in jail.
Can't you try to protect him?

Why should I?

Because the real people

who pulled the strings
on Malcolm's m*rder

are trying to cover their tracks.

What, you know something?

Not yet, but this wasn't just
about Mosque 25 in Newark.

It was a conspiracy. Please, Daddy.

[SIREN WAILING IN
DISTANCE, MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[LAUGHTER]

- Surprise! [GRUNTS]
- [THUD]

[GASPS] Oh!

It's all right, it's all right.
Let's go, let's go. Come on.

Come on, come on.

You ain't gon' miss this at all.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

Stay safe.

Let me see.

Oh, jeez.

What the hell happened?

This is the second guy that gets
rolled up outside the Geechee.

Somebody sapped his a*s real good.

Took half a yard from his wallet.

Who? Who did it? The Italians?

He said he didn't take a look.

You think this is Chin's next move?

- Obviously.
- [SCOFFS]

Chance, word gets out,

we might as well say goodbye
to all that white money.

m*therf*ckers ain't
coming all the way uptown

just to get mugged.

Okay. Let's put some
guards out on the street,

so if it happens again,
we'll catch them guineas

and make 'em wish they was never born.

Yeah.

Sir, my apologies.

Hey, come on, get up. [GRUNTS]

It's gonna be all
right, man, all right?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER]

[CHEERING]

You sure have come a long way.

You got your dad's ear now.

Yeah. And up until now, he trusted me.

But I think we have a problem.

He's out for blood.

He's not gonna listen
to reason right now.

I don't want to see
him destroy what's been

a really good deal for our family.

There's a way we could stop it.

I don't think your
dad would appreciate

you going against his wishes.

But if there were ever
a time for calmer heads

to intervene, it's now.

I'm his daughter. I know
what's best for him.

And w*r with you and the families,

it doesn't need to come to that.

You got my attention.


be distributed from us

to the other families.

You know I don't deal in duji no more.

I know. That's why you're the only one

who can pull this off.

I need your help.

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

♪

[UNZIPS PANTS]

[KNIFE CLICKS]

Be real still, m*therf*cker.

[g*n c*ck]

Funny, I was about to
say the same thing.

♪

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[SIGHS]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

Been at him almost about an hour.

He says he never
heard of Chin Gigante.

Only reason he was
robbing outside the club

'cause the people coming out
looked like they had money.

So, what do you say?

That boy is fresh off the bus,
country as a bowl of grits.

I'd say he's telling the truth.

Right.

Bring him in.

Let's go.

Chair's right there.

[PANTS]

[LAUGHS]

At last, the man his self.

You know me?

Everybody back home
know Bumpy Johnson.

South Cackalacky boy made good.

That's where you're in
from? South Carolina?

Nah, North. Inner
Banks near Goldsboro.

You say you've got so
much respect for me,

yet here you are rolling
people in front of my place.

Like I told these gentlemen, I
didn't know it was your place.

Big sign out from say Geechee
Club didn't tip you off?

No, I guess not.

You read much, do you, Country?

Never much saw the use.

Hm.

You gonna k*ll me?

Why? You think I oughta?

- No!
- Easy.

Think you oughta pull my
coat, teach me do like you.

I'm gonna teach you? And
what are you gonna do for me?

Whatever you need done.

That's why I got
these two fellas here.

Anything you can do that they can't?

Got a hog that need slaughtering?

I'll scald it, scrape
it, butcher it into cuts.

Real nice.

Sorry to disappoint you, Country,

but I'm fresh out of hogs.

You sure Chin Gigante
didn't put you up

to robbing some of my customers?

For the hundredth time,

I swear to God I don't know
sh*t about no Chin Gigante.

What about Joe Colombo?

Who the f*ck is Joe Colombo?

[SIGHS]

Get him the f*ck outta here.

♪ You can call ♪

Day drinking?

It's noon, Elise.

In some civilized societies,

a drink right now is
considered de rigueur.

I don't care what you call
it, it seems depressing.

So, don't have one.

I need your advice.

I tried to convince Daddy
to protect Omar in jail.

Do you think he will?

I'm definitely not the
one who needs a drink.

- I'm serious.
- So am I.

You know, ever since Malcolm died,

I have had a hard time

predicting what your father will do.

To be honest, he hasn't been the same.

Well, I haven't been the same either.

After Malcolm died, I
didn't think I could go on.

To be honest, the only
thing that got me through it

was thinking I could
have a life with Omar.

If I lose him, I know if...

If you lose yourself?

No. No, Elise, I don't
believe that for a second.

I know you too well.
You're stronger than that.

You know what they say?

You're born alone, you die alone.

Huh. Are you okay?

I have been kissing the
a*s of a white woman

who referred to James Baldwin
as a little chocolate frog,

and now I have to meet her for lunch.

No, I am not okay.

[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, I just love it here.
This is so darling.

This is my favorite place in Harlem.

I love how authentic it is.

[DELIA] Hello, Mayme.

Delia! [LAUGHS] Oh! How are you?

Alice Bradshaw,

like you to meet one of my
oldest friends, Delia Green.

Well, I'm very pleased to
meet you, Miss Bradshaw.

- What can I get you?
- Well, what's authentic?

Authentic?

Hm, well, just about everything.

The smothered pork
chops are to die for.

I'll have that.

Smothered pork chops?

Wow, that's a bit heavy,
but I'll keep an open mind.

- Something to drink?
- I'll have a gin martini.

We don't serve liquor. Sweet tea?

Why not? [LAUGHS]

Two.

Have you contacted James Baldwin yet?

No, not yet, but I
wanted to talk to you

about some of the artists in Harlem

I feel the board should
pay attention to.

Oh, an excellent idea.

Aside from the better known ones

like Aaron Douglas
or Archibald Motley,

there are so many up and coming

brilliant painters and sculptors.

The exhibit could be
called "The New Harlem."

"The New Harlem."

Wow, I love it. [CHUCKLES]

And do you think you
could get James Baldwin

to write an exhibition text?

All things are possible, Alice.

Oh.

My father said whoever attacked
you didn't come from him.

Not sure I believe him.

I do.

Why?

They tried again this
morning in the mess hall.

I got lucky. Fire alarms went off.

- Guards dispersed us.
- Who are they?

Lifers who wanna gain
notoriety by k*lling the man

who k*lled a celebrity.

Not followers of Malcolm?

No, the real followers of
Malcolm believed, like he did,

Black on Black violence is wrong.

Maybe they can put you
in solitary confinement.

I'm done with all that,
Elise. If it comes, it comes.

I don't like hearing you
talk like this, Omar.

Allah has willed me here.
Maybe I need to accept my fate.

What are you talking about?

Like Malcolm did when he knew
everyone was against him,

he put his life in Allah's hands.

I need to do the same.

Malcolm was right.

Chin's now slinging dope
in our f*cking territory.

That pastry truck... that's
where they hide the duji.

I say we ride down there,
cut them guineas' heads off

and send 'em back to
Chin in a cake box.

Amen to that.

But Bumpy don't want that.

He says he's got a plan
to show Chin what's what.

sh*t, I gotta say that business
sure look good, Chance.

What? Are you having
flashbacks from Korea?

Why are you hittin' me?

'Cause you speaking all your thoughts.

I'm just saying, Chance,

they making all that
money instead of us!

We ain't in a...

Did you know I got
Frank Lucas address,

and he's holed up on Lennox Avenue?

- What do we want with him?
- Bumpy wants him for a job.

Why?

'Cause maybe that
m*therf*cker's expendable.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Who the f*ck is it?

[BUMPY] It's Bumpy Johnson.

Boy, open this door.

If we wanted to hurt you,
we wouldn't be knocking.

You're still moving a little tender.

Huh, Country?

Chance... he's got some heavy hands.

Yeah.

Fella real tough when I'm
outnumbered two to one.

Wanna go round two?

- Bump, will you excuse me?
- [CLICK]

Come on over, m*therf*cker.

Yeah, that's right.

Come over here.

I'll peel your cat back. Peel
it back to the white meat.

Easy, no need for all that.

Chance, could you go outside?

- Go on.
- Mnh-mnh.

Ain't leaving you alone. Man's
got a knife in his hands.

Okay.

Don't do nothing to make me
come back in here and k*ll you.

You understand, it's nothing
personal knocking you around.

I got a business to protect.

Yeah.

Anyway, I had worse.

How long have you been
in New York, Country?

A week, thereabouts.

What'd you do back
home other than, uh,

working the slaughterhouse?

Little of this, little of that.

You do some robbing down there, too?

Some. Well, it's hard
to find folks with stuff

worth taking back home.

You always use that pig sticker?

Mostly, maybe a pipe.

sh**t, sometimes just my hands.

You ever use a g*n?

Once or twice.

That's why I'm here.

Thought of something
you can do for me.

Look like you find
yourself a hog after all.

A big fat one, name of Chin Gigante.

You want me to k*ll him?

No. Rob him blind.

♪

- [CLICK]
- Pull in that alley.

You know who this truck belongs to?

Yeah, me. Now pull around
that f*cking alley.

Hurry up.

- Come on out.
- [ENGINE TURNS OFF, GEARS SHIFT]

How many men in there?

Crazy m*therf*cker stealing
from Vincent Gigante.

How many?

Boy, I gotta ask you
something twice again,

you ain't gon' be around to answer.

Two.

How many g*ns in there?

Huh? One apiece?

I catch you lying to me,

I'm-a blow your brains
out here on the back

of this here truck.

One of them has a backup
piece on his ankle.

- Yeah.
- You know, by doing this,

you're signing your own death warrant.

My advice... turn around,
get the f*ck out of here,

and maybe there's a chance

you won't have your eyes cut
out of their f*cking sockets.

Real poetic. Open the back
of this here truck. Come on.

A little bit.

In the truck, I got a kerosene
can and a butane lighter.

You're gonna throw them
three g*ns down here.

Otherwise, we gon' have ourself

a good, old-fashioned cookout.

[MAN] Pino, you out there?
What the f*ck is going on?

Do what he says.

There you go.

Open it up.

sh*t.

Get on back there. Get up!

You're out of your f*cking mind.

Chance is gonna k*ll you for this.

Hey, you, go on and bring them
bags out here, both of 'em.

Yeah, drop 'em right here. Hurry up.

Now get your a*s back.
Back up, all the way back.

What the f*ck is this?

It's a f*cking cannoli.

[DOORS CREAK]

[LOCK CLICKS]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Cannoli, huh?

[CRUNCHING]

Damn, this sh*t dumb-a*s good.

[CHUCKLES]

♪

♪ The city is mine ♪

♪ No nickel and dime, your
boy, We here for real ♪

♪ They say it's
organized crime, uh-huh ♪

♪ My life and my freedom,
I put it all on the line ♪

♪ Make sure my family was good,
Put money back in the hood ♪

♪ That's why the city is mine,
No nickel and dime, your boy ♪

- ♪ We eating for real ♪
- ♪ For real ♪

♪ They say It's organized crime ♪

♪ My life and my freedom,
I put it all on the line ♪

♪ Make sure my family was good,
Put money back in the hood ♪

♪ That's why the city is mine ♪

♪ I tried to lead a g*ng,
But it just won't stop ♪

♪ All the million dollar houses,
Still faithful to the block ♪

♪ Got a 9 and a deuce,
After this, then I'm out ♪

♪ Twenty-thousand
Wrapped in a white tee ♪

♪ Up to the house ♪

♪ Don't faze cleaning windows,
Contact with extendos ♪

♪ How the f*ck I get
stuck in this life? ♪

[DOOR CREAKS]

[GRUNTING]

Get his a*s up!

Come here!

[SCREAMING]

Malcolm's K*llers will pay.

You do that, you gon' have
to answer to Bumpy Johnson.

Turn him loose!

Bumpy Johnson?

Come on. Let's go.

[GROANING]

[PANTING]

♪ This city is mine,
No nickel and dimes ♪

♪ Your boy be eating for real ♪

♪ They say it's Organized crime ♪

♪ My life and freedom, I
put it all on the line ♪

♪ Make sure my family's good,
Put money back in the hood ♪

♪ That's why the city is mine ♪

♪

♪ The city is mine ♪

Tell Mr. J it was a pleasure.

He f*cking did it.

Still don't trust his a*s.

Said he needed a small
guy for this job.

Guess that's why he didn't
get you boys to do it.

Get outta here!

[CHUCKLES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[PINO] We got a f*cking problem.

Some n*gg*r stole our dope,
all of it, 60 f*cking keys.

- What? Who?
- I don't know.

- He was wearing a mask.
- Pino! You let one guy

rob my truck with you
and two men in it?

Come on. What are you, f*cking idiots?

- He came out of the blue.
- He came out of the blue?

Is that what I pay you for?

So, some guy can come out of the
blue and rob my f*cking junk?

- Dad, calm down.
- No, don't tell me to calm down!

Ask me, it was Bumpy
Johnson behind it.

- Gotta be one of his men.
- How do you know?

Bumpy Johnson's not the
only Black guy in Harlem.

Look, boss, we gotta
hit back hard. Now.

All right, get the men together.

You don't even know
for sure it was him.

What? You think it's a coincidence?

That truck was carrying
sh*t to all the families.

That didn't show up.

So, the families are
all gonna blame you.

What, are you an
expert all of a sudden?

Been watching you my whole life,

seen you make a couple of mistakes.

What's on your mind?

Call a sit-down, invite Bumpy.

If he was involved, we'll
get a sanction on him.

You'll have all the families
there with you, on your side.

Chip off the old block. [LAUGHS]

Yeah, all right, let's do it.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

How the f*ck is this... my drugs,

that you promised me, Stella,
you promised me, were stolen!

Same with the other families!

I know. It's part of the plan.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

You told me you'd help me
get my father out of town.

This is the only way to do it.

You have the drugs.

No.

Then who does?

Bumpy Johnson.

Are you out of your f*cking mind?!

- Joe, listen.
- Now there will be w*r, Stella!

Not if you do what Bumpy says.

I know you hate him,
but just put that aside.

He's doing both of us a favor.

At that meeting tonight, I
need you to stand up for him.

Un-f*cking-believable!
It's f*cking boring.

I don't f*cking believe this sh*t!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER,
HORNS HONKS IN DISTANCE]

We all know why we're here. 60
kilos of our junk was stolen.

This is the same junk
that was supposed

to be delivered to us by Chin.

Yeah, and I know who stole it.

Bumpy Johnson.

Really? I thought he was
out of the dope game.

He's desperate for money.

He's trying to expand his business,

so he stole our junk to finance it.

In that case, let's wipe
the m*therf*cker out.

Yeah, I don't know. I'm not so sure

that k*lling Bumpy's the
best course of action.

Well, what do you f*cking propose?

I propose that we hear
from the man himself.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

It's true. I have your junk...

all 60 keys.

But you're gonna have to give
me something that I want.

f*ck you. What are you, crazy?

You're a dead man. He just
admitted that he stole from us.

I didn't steal it. I found
a country boy who did.

New kid in town.

Walked right over you and
outfoxed Chin. [LAUGHS]

Now that I have it, you fine
gentlemen can make a choice...

one that benefits all of you.

And what is that?

Simple... either I keep the
narcotics, and we go to w*r,

or I give it back, and Chin
takes his a*s out of Harlem.

You... you ain't getting
out of here alive.

f*ck you. I got a
hundred soldiers outside

to make sure he does.

Now I got no love for
Bumpy f*cking Johnson.

All of youse know that.

But there's wisdom
to what he's saying.

If we k*ll him, we
never get the dope back.

Right? That's a steep
price to pay right there.

Ask me, I'd rather
have the f*cking money.

Now, Chin... Chin's been
in control of the narcotics

for over a year because of Johnson,

and he's charging us double.

Look, our problem isn't with Johnson.

Our problem is with Chin.

Come on. This is all
bullshit, all this, bullshit.

You know that.

You ungrateful m*therf*ckers.

You listen to what he
says, I'll come at you

with everything I got, you know that.

He... he... he's dead already.

You wanna get added to that list?

As you can see, this is
a man who wants to fight.

Now, if I'm correct,

this commission exists to
settle these types of disputes.

So, what's it gonna be, fellas?

Your dope back?

Or w*r?

What... what the f*ck?

What, you... you're gonna
f*cking consider that?

This commission is a f*cking joke.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

I'm not gonna f*cking
vote on this bullshit!

- You know what we need to do.
- Vincent.

- What?!
- This ain't how it works.

It is how it f*cking works! It
is the way it f*cking works!

How about this?

How about I vote?!

I k*ll this m*therf*cker
right where he sits!

[COLOMBO] Jesus Christ,
look at this f*cking guy.

How about we take a vote
that Chin takes a vacation

from Harlem for a while?

Hey, Bumpy, do we get our junk back?

You know me, Tommy. I
don't deal in junk no more.

My word is good.

♪

[CHIN] All right.

All right.

♪

[SPITS]

f*ck youse all.

f*ck you, too.

Tommy, you're a traitor.
You'll always be a traitor.

You cut my god damned
fingers off. f*ck you, Chin!

Why don't you f*cking
go have a Mai Tai

in f*cking Miami?!

And drown yourself, you prick!

[CHUCKLES]

I'm pouring you a drink.

You're gonna need it.

[BOTTLE THUDS]

I know it was you that
engineered the whole thing

to get me out of Harlem.

You're smart.

I've been telling you
that your whole life.

Maybe a little too smart.

- Dad, I know...
- Shut the f*ck up.

Have a drink.

I could use those smarts.

I need you to report back to
me every move that Pino takes.

He's gonna be their new
face in the family uptown.

You're the brains.

But, you and I, we know that.

[SIGHS]

You wanted to be a
boss, well, you got it.

You're gonna have to
k*ll, not out of passion,

cold-blooded.

Your best friend, your worst enemy.

That's how it works.

People have to fear you.

You can never, ever,
ever show weakness,

'cause someone close to
you will slit your throat.

Is that really what you want?

Yeah, yes.

Despite what you did,
I still love you.

I love you, too.

I'm sorry about one thing, though.

That is you're just like me.

Okay. Do you want another drink?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

[BOTTLE THUDS, GLASSES CLINK]

♪

[HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

I got a little surprise for you.

Holy sh*t!

Weren't you supposed to
get that back to Bumpy?

Gave him back some. The
rest was milk, sugar.

Are you f*cking crazy?

Bumpy Johnson gotta learn.
Nobody plays Frank Lucas.

Nobody.

♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Can you see me now? ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I am jumpin' off a bus,
Trying to take it downtown ♪

♪ They don't really know
Frank Lucas in town ♪

♪ I'm about to burn, I'm
about to burn it down ♪

♪ They think they gonna rob
me, I'm-a take the whole town ♪

♪ Take the whole town,
I'm-a take your man down ♪

♪ He think he show me bricks,
I'm about to bring him round ♪

♪ I'm from the ghost town where
The g*ns are ghosting, too ♪

♪ You tell me what the...
Am I supposed to do ♪

♪ When the... law's on My
backside watching that ♪

♪ They creepin' on the
sideline, Stopping that ♪

♪ I came from out of
town, Parking, yeah ♪

♪ They gon' see who's who
When I'm rocking, yeah ♪

♪ Hey ♪