04x08 - If We Must Die

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What are we gonna do
about Johnson interfering?

All we have to do is make sure

that Marshall Grant
stays in our pocket.

Are you gonna tear down

the Apollo Theater to put this up?

I'm selling my property
to Bumpy Johnson.

Welcome to Club St. Clair.

Monique!

How's Jerome? How old is he now?

Almost 18. Crazy how fast they grow.

He's always playing music now.

He's gon' be as good as Teddy was.

You got gambling, you
got girls, who knows what else?

And cops, they give you a pass.

I'm just saying you can't say

that I don't experience
prejudice, too.

You wanna complain? Go march
the f*ck on Washington.

Today, the Italian-American
community stands proud...

- That's right.
- Yes, sir.

...and determined to fight injustice.

Yeah!

The f*ck is he doing?

Their determination has inspired us.

You want me to protect you?

Here's one problem. I don't trust you.

Bumpy Johnson's wife
was in my shop today,

trying to pawn her valuable jewelry.

- I had to send her way downtown.
- Where?

Stop, thief!

Why'd you do it?

- I don't wanna run no more.
- You still want my protection?

Hell, I could sure use it.

Well, you're a damn mess.
You know that?

But you got something.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey, what's happening, man?

It's good to see you, man.

This place, man...
this place is great, man.

Bumpy.

Man, you put this club together,
man. Thank you so much.

When I grew up,
I wanted to be just like you.

Making Harlem look good. Thank you.

Thanks.

Kate, how you doing?

- Love the dress.
- Isn't it darling?

Tom picked it up for me
while he was in Paris.

Tom, stop making
the rest of us look bad.

- How you feeling?
- I'm healing all right.

How's the, uh, rake so far today?

Well, it'd be higher

if it weren't for that
damn Johnny the Roach.

m*therf*cker caught fire
on a blackjack table.

All right.

Tell Marty to send over
some top-shelf booze,

a couple of girls to cheer him on.

See what we can rake back from there.

I'm on it, Bumpy.

Look at that country
suck-up m*therf*cker.

Oh... so you don't like Frank?

Bumpy wants me to work with him.

Yeah, I'll work with him all right.

But...

But... I'll bust that
n*gga's head wide open

if he even thinks about
making the wrong move.

I'm serious, man.

You think, since that heart thing,

something's wrong
with Bumpy's judgement?

Don't even think that.

How could I not think that?

Frank nearly k*lled Bumpy while
he was laid out in the hospital.

Shh!

He didn't go in there
to bring him flowers.

He went in there
to put a b*llet in his head.

And don't you forget.

Yeah, he tore you up a bit, too.

Well... the kid risked his life

for a second chance
with Bumpy, so, uh...

...I can respect that.

You can suck up to him, too.

I don't trust that m*therf*cker
for a hot second.

Let me get another one.

Hell of a set.

Sit.

To you.

To you, for giving me
a place to play again.

Although my fingers
are still a bit stiff.

Well, you couldn't tell.

No. This place,

it's amazing what you've built.

Just wish your big sister
could have seen it.

She never would've believed it.

Well, that's right.

Yeah. I, uh...

I brought you something
as a thank you.

Unnecessary.

No, it is.

Something that
you gave Mabel long ago.

A book of poems.

You was always reading

and tryin' to get Mabel
to share your love of poetry.

Claude McKay.

"If We Must Die."

"If we must die,

let it not be like hogs...

hunted and penned
in an inglorious spot.

While round us bark
the mad and hungry dogs,

making their mock
at our accursed lot."

You got me.

- To you.
- Mm-hmm. To you.

Good work, fellas.

Night.

Hey, you was right about Johnny Roach.

m*therf*cker got drunk on
his a*s and lost all his dough.

Greed and booze
are the perfect playmates

for a casino.

We know you?

I'll blow your f*cking head off.

Take your hand out slowly now...

I'm an officer of the court.

Ellsworth Johnson?

You've been served.

I see. Right.

Let me think about it
and get back to you.

Well, what did the lawyers say?

Straub is suing me for
the ownership of the St. Clair.

How can you be sued
for something you own?

Declaring voidable conveyance.

- Which is?
- Some legal BS,

claiming I didn't pay
a fair price for the land.

He's trying to take control
of what I built.

The land was in Marshall Grant's name.

It was all a scam so Straub
could control the property.

And he's in with Colombo.

Ellsworth, if you lose the St. Clair,

the bank can call in the mortgage.

We lose everything:

Palmetto Chemical,
this apartment, everything.

Well, what are you going to do?

I'm gonna catch up
with the son of a b*tch.

- I'll get him to back off.
- Be careful, Ellsworth.

There are lawyers involved.

Everybody in New York knows
Straub has a history

of suing people into oblivion.

Don't worry. I'll use all my charms.

Yeah.

- Private.
- Sir.

Have you ever experienced
any mental health issues,

such as depression or anxiety?

No, sir.

Do you have any religious
or moral objections

to military service?

- No, sir.
- Open your mouth, please.

Are you currently or have
you ever been a member

of any political organizations?

No, sir.

We won't go, hell no!

We won't go, hell no!
We won't go, hell no!

- We won't go, hell no!
- What is that?

Ignore them, son. They're traitors.

We won't go, hell no!
We won't go, hell no!

Get these traitors out of here!

We won't go, hell no!
We won't go, hell no!

We won't go, hell no!
We won't go, hell no!

We won't go, hell no!
We won't go, hell no!

We won't go, hell no!
We won't go, hell no!

We won't go, hell no!

♪ Darling, you are ♪

♪ You are my destination ♪

♪ And if you'll say you're mine ♪

♪ They'll be no hesitation ♪

May I?

Please.

I got to hand it to you.
You dug real deep on this.

I have a fantastic legal team.

Best in the country.

I'm never gonna give you
the St. Clair.

I got good lawyers, too.

Let's make this easy.

Save us both the time and legal costs.

I'll buy the St. Clair from you

for what you put in, plus 10%.

Hell, no.

Okay, so then lose it all in court.

No skin off my back.

Why are you doing this?
You could buy any lot in Harlem.

People seem to think that
you bested me, Mr. Johnson,

and despite the fact
that I have enough money

to buy most of Harlem,

I can't afford to look like a loser.

This is a rough and tumble game,

real estate in New York City.

I'm a winner, Mr. Johnson.

I like to come out on top.

What is this?

Just a reminder
of what you're up against.

It's a signed affidavit
from Marshall Grant

stating that you forced him
to sign over the property.

Marshall would never sign this.

But he did. Now, if I were you,
I'd accept my generous offer

and move on to your next endeavor.

Or don't and end up in the gutter,

where you originated.

Go f*ck yourself.

Gutter it is, then.

I can't hardly think
about nothing else.

Being a soldier wasn't the only thing

that made your father a hero.

I know you wanna walk...

I'm walking in my own footsteps.

If you wanna risk your life at w*r,

you oughta have a real reason
you're fighting.

Mama, I practically
have as much chance

of catching a b*llet here
in Harlem as I do in Vietnam.

Tell that to Shirley Hines.

Got the death notice for Darryl
as soon as he went to Vietnam.

I heard some boys
are sneaking into Canada.

It's my duty to fight.

You didn't raise me to turn my back.

I didn't raise you to lose you...

...like I lost your brother Teddy.

You'd lose me anyway
after I was off in Canada.

Yeah. At least I'd know
you're still alive.

Here's what I'm thinking

for my Civil Rights speech.

So...



my family came to this country

with nothing
but the clothes on their back.

Uh, no one wanted 'em here.

No one wanted to hire them.

What do you think? Start with that?

It's good. I like it.

But...

I think you should start
with how Italian food

is the most popular food in the world.

f*ck is wrong with you?
Talking about my family.

What, are you f*cking hungry?

I wanna talk to you.

Sorry, boss, they just barged in.

Nah, nah, it's okay.
I thought he might stop by.

Hey, I'm working
on my Civil Rights speech.

- You wanna hear it?
- f*ck, no.

You wanna explain what the f*ck
you're doing with Straub?

Yeah, sure. Why not?
Uh, fellas, give us a minute.

You too, Frank.

I don't take orders from you.

I see you found your tribe.

That's right.
He's with me, and he stays.

Okay.

So, what can I do for you... both?

Straub is trying to take
the St. Claire from me,

for which I pay you
and the Families a tribute,

and you're protecting him?

Yeah, I am.

Maybe I should stop paying you.

Well, that wouldn't be smart.

Look, I'm the one who told
Straub to make you a fair offer.

And I told him to go f*ck himself.

Okay, well,
you can't say I didn't try.

We had a deal.

And Straub came to me
with a better one.

I don't get it. Sinclair's is booming.

We're both raking it in.

Yeah, look, I don't know
what to tell you.

Straub... he's got it out for you,

You know, and he's got a lot
of powerful people behind him,

people that can make
all our lives a living hell.

I just backed the horse
that's gonna win.

And you think I'm just gonna lay down

and let him take what's mine?

No, I don't. I think you're
gonna fight like hell.

But in the end, we both
know you're gonna lose.

My word is good.

Yours is sh*t.

Bumpy, it's just business.

And every businessman
is out for himself,

ain't that right, Frank?

Just business.

Yeah, see? You gotta be wary
of this one, Bumpy.

f*cking kid's more trouble
than he's worth.

I don't take advice from you.

Well, that's too bad, 'cause...

if I were you,
I'd take Straub's money,

pay off my debts,
and live to fight another day.

And if I don't?

You'll lose everything.

For what?

Don't be stupid.

All five Families are behind this.

Better watch your back.

And Straub better watch his.

He's got to report in three days.

He'll get bussed down to
Fort Polk for basic training,

then straight to Vietnam.

Jerome, drafted?

I remember when he was a skinny
little boy in the Rucker League.

They got him a week after turning 18.

A lot of white boys are finding a way

to get medically disqualified.

Even if Jerome got some sort
of fake doctor's note,

it don't matter.

He wants to go.

Because of his dad.

All Big Will's honors
from World w*r II?

Fighting the Nazis.

This isn't the same thing at all.

And who knows why and what we're
fighting for in the first place.

I can try to get Sadiq

and some of the other
brothers to talk to him.

They burned their draft cards.

Jerome says draft dodgers

are "shirking their duty to country."

Do you think Daddy could talk
some sense into Jerome?

I have an even better idea.
It might be a long shot,

but there is someone
I can get in touch with.

And if he can't persuade him,
no one can.

- I'll have the branzino.
- Very good.

Bring me the ribeye, rare,
with some lemons on the side.

Yes, sir.

You know, the acid from the lemon,

it helps break down the fat.

It's easier to digest.

You're so f*cking worldly.

Yeah, well, I've been to all
five boroughs, you know?

A couple of foreign countries,
including new Jersey.

Well, Stella, it's been too long

since you and I sat down
and broke some bread.

Yeah, well, we've both been busy.

I mean, who would have
thought that a smart,

enterprising, attractive young lady

who started off
answering phones for me

would wind up running a family?

I'm not running anything.

He knows the boss.

Come on.

We all know what's going on.

Yeah, well, I know you
didn't ask me here to talk

over my family dynamics.

I'm sure you've heard that, uh...

things in Harlem are changing.

Are they?

Yeah.

Trust me, they are.

Might be a shift in power,
so to speak.

What is this, some kind of warning?

An invitation.

Something wrong, Bumpy?

Is this your signature?

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

Why?

Why'd you sign it?

I didn't know what it said.

It says that I coerced you

into selling me the property
under the St. Clair.

You stabbed me in the back, Marshall.

Bumpy, they put a g*n to my head,

told me to sign.

I didn't read it or know
what the hell it was.

They didn't give me time.

So, why didn't you come
and tell me about it?

They told me they'd k*ll me
if I talked to anybody.

It's bad, what I signed, isn't it?

It's not good.

It's definitely not good.

Bumpy, I'm sorry,

but you... you know that I'd
never do anything to hurt you.

You... You know that, right?

Yeah.

I'll do anything
to set it straight, huh?

You name it.

I'll let you know
if we need your help.

In the meantime, go get ready
for your set tonight.

So, what's the plan?

The plan is I'm gonna get
Chance and Pettigrew

to deliver a-a message to Straub.

A clear f*cking message.

Stella, you know that I'm not a guy

who's satisfied until he has it all.

So, that's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna get it all.

Capo di tutti capi.

I'm gonna take the crown and be king.

Thing is...

I'm still looking for a queen.

Is this your way of proposing?

Because it's not very romantic.

Look, you and I, we belong together,

you know, professionally
and personally.

Together as one,

our families would be unstoppable.

It's a nice idea.

It's just one problem.

Oh, yeah? What's... What's that?

I don't love you.

Yeah, but this ain't about love.

This is about power.

Listen...

when your father's gone,
what happens to you then?

Huh? I mean...

I mean, you know they'll never
open up the books to a woman.

Respect? You won't get none.

Yeah, maybe you get a few envelopes,

plus whatever your father
has stashed away.

Live a few good years.

And then the money's gone.

You find yourself living
in a townhouse

in Staten Island downwind of the dump.

No kids. It's a miserable life.

That's what you want, dried up?

Joe, did you ever read
"The Man Who Would be King"?

Nah.

Well, in the end, his hubris,

it causes him to die a violent death.

He gets his companion k*lled, too.

Oh, yeah? I'll have to
go down to the library

and check that one out.

You should.

Well, in the meantime,

think about my offer, hmm,

especially as things unfold.

You always order this much
food on your lunch break?

We expecting company.

Who?

Come on, Mama! Who?

Look, I hope you ain't hire no clown,

- 'cause it ain't my birthday.
- Ain't no clown.

Well, I hope it's not someone gon' try

and talk me out of what I want to do.

♪ Say it's all right ♪

♪ It's all right ♪

Cassius! That's Cassius Clay!

- How you doing?
- Ali! It's the champ!

How you doing?

- How you doing?
- Oh, man!

- How you doing?
- It's Muhammad Ali.

Oh, sh**t. Is that...

It is, and I can hardly
believe it myself.

- That him?
- Sure is.

Just see if you can talk
some sense into him.

Okay, Mayme. I'll do my best.

- Give Bumpy my regards.
- Of course.

♪ You got soul, and everybody knows ♪

How you doing, ma'am?

Muhammad Ali.

My pleasure.

You must be Jerome.

So, tell me again

why you wanna go fight
Whitey's big, fat w*r?

To be honest, Mr. Ali,

I wanna become an engineer,

and my mama got no way
of sending me to school.

Plenty of schools here. Study hard.

Maybe you'll get a scholarship.

It's not just that.

My dad was a-a w*r hero.

w*r hero?

You wanna be one, too?

I'll never be as great as him,

but I would want him
to be proud of me.

I'm not a coward.

Coward?

It takes courage
to stand up to the system.

Hell, I've lost millions of dollars,

been banned from boxing,
facing jail time.

You think that don't require courage?

It does.

But you're a fighter.
Why don't you just go fight?

My conscience won't let me go sh**t

some poor hungry folks
in the mud for white America.

No Vietcong has ever called me n*gg*r.

Yeah but if... if we let
one country fall to communism,

others are gonna fall, too.

Aren't you worried about that?

Not at all.

Why are you?

Um...

Listen, if I thought the Vietnam w*r

was gon' bring freedom and equality

to 22 million of my people...

...they wouldn't have to draft me.

I'd join tomorrow.

I see.

One more thing.

You may be willing
to sacrifice your life,

but others may pay.

Your mama.

Your friends. The children
you'll never have.

And the God you'll never serve.

Hey.

I want you to think about that.

Thank you, Champ.

Hey, uh...

can I get your autograph?

So, what do you think, Miss Willa?

Well, legally, you don't
have a leg to stand on.

But if I were a betting woman,

I'd say the court is gonna favor
a white developer like Straub.

And the offer?

You walk away with some
money in your pocket.

You still got the Geechee,
and, uh, you can move on.

And Mr. Grant will live out
his life in luxury.

So, you're saying
that I should take the deal?

You know I grew up
in the Bronx, right?

Yeah.

Then Robert Moses came along

and built that expressway.

- The Cross Bronx.
- Yeah.

And they blew up my neighborhood.

Blew it up.

Did you know my father
had a grocery store?

No.

I used to help him stack the produce.

And, I mean, we knew everybody,

and everybody knew us.

It was a neighborhood.

And he gave everybody credit.
Everybody.

I think that's
why I became an accountant.

Didn't wanna make the same mistakes.

No, I didn't.

Bumpy, we had a neighborhood.

I mean... I felt like I was raised

by every woman in that neighborhood.

I got a thousand cousins out there.

Well, that's nice.

It was.

And the problem with Straub

is that what he builds
destroys communities.

And he says, yeah,
there are gonna be jobs,

but you know none of those jobs
are going to Black people.

Not one.

We can't even afford to live
in any of these luxury condos.

He's gonna come in here,

destroy the culture,
destroy the community.

But you'll be fine.

I get the point.

I just wanted a professional opinion.

Well, my professional opinion

is this man should burn in hell.

I can't believe I met Muhammad Ali.

Thanks to Mayme. So, what did he say?

Did y'all talk about the w*r?

- Yeah.
- And?

Did you know he's given up
boxing and millions of dollars?

It's crazy. I mean, he's a celebrity.

You think they're gonna put him
in the line of fire?

- No way.
- That ain't the point.

He's a Black Muslim, Ma.
That's a whole nother thing.

I ain't like him.

I'm not religiously opposed
to fighting for my country.

And what's this country
ever done for you

other than enslave your people?

Mama, not everything
about this country is bad.

I'm not afraid to fight,

and I'm not afraid to die.

And I'm an adult.

I got to think for myself, okay?

I got to make my own decisions.

Sir.

Mr. Straub. Can we have a word?

We have a message from Bumpy Johnson.

We just want you
to look over this affidavit

you gave Marshall Grant to sign.

Ah.

You'll have to talk to my lawyer.

No.

I need you to sign this affidavit

that gives the St. Claire
back to Bumpy Johnson,

or else you'll see
the business end of my .45.

sh*t.

He's got backup. It's Colombo's guys!

Aah!

I'm out.

I'm out, too.

- Oh!
- Get down!

I'm here to see Stella Gigante.

Delia.

What are you doing here?

You said if I ever needed help.
I could come to you.

Yeah, of course.

Come on. Let's sit down.

I'm telling you, Stella,
not even Muhammad Ali,

Muhammad Ali himself,
could convince that boy.

Well...

I'm so worried. I'm worried sick.

I understand.

I don't wanna lose another one.

You can imagine how I feel.

Of course.

How can I help?

Well, uh, can't you get him
out of it somehow?

You know a lot of powerful people.

It's... It's tough to avoid
the draft if he wants to go,

and if Muhammad Ali can't
convince him otherwise.

I think he has a need to prove himself

after his father died, Teddy died.

Jerome's been close to so much death.

Maybe some part of him
wants to face it

to prove he's not afraid.

It could be.

It's all psychological.
And he's so damn stubborn.

Just like Teddy.

What can I do?

I was thinking maybe
you could kidnap him

and send him up to Canada.

- Delia...
- Please.

I need your help. You're all I got.

Let me talk to some of the boys.

I'll see what I can do.

So you're advising me
to take this to trial?

If you think that's
our best shot, then...

then let's do it.

Huh?

I think we can win this case. Mm-hmm.

Ain't nothing going our way lately.

Nah, it ain't.

I knew getting out
of the duji business

- was the wrong move.
- Right.

If we lose the St. Clair, then what?

I don't know.

Well, I'll tell you.

We gon' be scraping
for dimes to get by.

You best keep your mouth shut

before Bumpy catches wind
of your hot air.

You hear me?

That was my lawyer.

What'd he say?

We're gonna file a motion
to dismiss the case.

Marshal's gonna have to go
in front of the judge

and say that he was coerced
into signing those papers.

Then you get to keep the St. Claire?

Yeah.

- What if you lose the case?
- I ain't gonna lose.

Straub owns the judges,
but it's the jury that decides.

And they'll believe Marshall.
I'm gonna go talk to him now.

No f*cking way. No.

Come on, Pino.
It's not a difficult job.

I don't give a f*ck.
We got bigger problems.

And I don't want my guys
getting all bent out of shape

over helping some f*cking moolinyan.

Delia's my friend.

- Do you understand?
- Yeah, well, I understand

you need better friends.
Be honest, Stella.

What does that old
Black lady have over you?

She doesn't have anything over me.

I consider her like family.

She's not your family, Stel.

She's the kind of family
I would have wanted.

I was in love with her son, Teddy.

I wanted her to be my mother-in-law.

But I'm partly responsible
for Teddy's death.

So, not only do I love her,
but I owe her.

And you're gonna f*cking help me.

All right.

All right. You wanna help her so bad,

you take her kid
up to Canada yourself.

Me? I'm concerned
with this f*cking family.

The Genovese Family.

Just like your father wanted me to,

I'm gonna be here,
taking care of business.

You? I don't give
a flying f*ck what you do.

You hear me? But I'm sorry,
Stel. This is not our problem.

End of f*cking story.

Hey. May we come in?

Who the hell are you?

And why you got
this white woman with you?

This is Stella Gigante.

She's my friend,
and we're here to see Elise.

Yeah, well, we don't make
a habit of letting white folks

up in here
since most of them is police.

Hold on, Sadiq.

I know you.

Yeah. I know your father.

Can we please talk to you?

Stella's good people.
She can be trusted.

If you can get Jerome up to Canada,

I'll provide the car, money for gas,

supplies for whoever goes with him,

and money for him to settle
once he gets across the border.

Look, we've helped smuggle
young Black men out of Harlem

if they're draft resisters.

Hell, most of us
burned our draft cards

the minute they arrived.

But you're talking about a boy
who wants to go to Vietnam.

- He's young and confused.
- If he wants to fight,

there ain't nothing
we can do about that.

Yeah, there is.

Kidnap him.

Take him no matter what he says.

That's gangster tactics,

and we don't do that.

Sometimes the only way
to go is gangster.

I'm sure Elise can
tell you about that.

- How can I help you?
- Hey there, young fella.

I'm looking for some peaches.
You got those?

Uh, right here. How many you want?

Enough for an eight-hour car ride.

Wow. That's a long trip.

Four should do you.

And what's
your favorite fruit, Jerome?

How do you know my name?

Oh, we know all about you, brother.

We gon' take
all that sh*t to go, Jerome.

Elise? What are you doing here?

Got a message from your mama.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

"Goodbye."

Hey, hey! Hey, get off me!

Hey! What the hell?!

Elise, wait!

Marshall, you here?

f*ck, no.

I'm sorry, Bumpy.

I know how much he meant to you.

I had them bring you
here for a reason.

To say goodbye...

to the men this family
has lost and to me.

What the hell? I can't believe this.

'Cause if you died,
they'd have to bury me, too,

right next to your father.

Jerome, we're taking you to Canada,

- whether you wanna go or not.
- I packed your clothes.

There's money in here for rent,

and you'll need a good winter jacket.

You'd do this against my will?

Even if it makes you hate me.

If Muhammad Ali could give up

the thing he loves most, boxing,

I can give you up.

Mama, if you do this,
I'll just come back.

You can't stop me from fighting.

I guess you're right.

But you'll break my heart.

When you become a parent,
you'll understand.

Jerome, the military
requires Black people

to fight their battles.

They're willing to risk your life

while here at home,
they treat you like sh*t.

They're throwing you
into the meat grinder.

Can't you see that?

My conscience won't let me
go sh**t some poor,

hungry folks in the mud
for white America.

No Vietcong has ever called me n*gga.

I just wanna do
something with my life.

I feel like I'm suffocating
here in Harlem.

Why not make a better
life here in Harlem?

How?

By joining the Panthers.

We got plenty of draft dodgers
in our ranks.

If you're gonna fight a w*r,
fight a just w*r.

Fight with us for what
we deserve as a people.

Hope. A future.

You may be willing
to sacrifice your life,

but others may pay.

Your mama.

Your friends.

The children you'll never have.

Elise...

Delia, this boy is not
gonna sit up in Canada

twiddling his thumbs.

He needs a cause, and there's
one right here at home.

But that's just as dangerous.

Mama...

I hear what she's saying.

Look, Muhammad Ali was right.

Ain't no Vietcong
ever called me n*gga.

I won't join the military...

if I can join the Panthers.

At least you'll be home.

Anybody got a lighter?

- My man.
- Hell, yeah!

Welcome to the Panthers.

Oh, hey.

What are you doing home so early?

What was I thinking?

What?

You could have told me
that rebuilding Harlem

was a crazy idea.

Ellsworth, what is going on?

What happened?

Marshall Grant... he's dead.

What?!

Oh!

They outplayed me, Mayme.

They're gonna get the St. Clair.

No, you don't know that.

I lost, Mayme.

I lost, and it cost a man his life.

I'm-a give 'em what they want.

I'm gonna take their money,
pay off all our debts...

...and we're gonna live
to see another day.

You know, for what it's worth,

I am sick of this sh*t, too.

And I am sorry about Marshall.

You know, I love this place.

It's so real, so Italian.

It's very Italian, yeah.

I come here a lot with some
friends of mine, you know?

We like it because
it's old school cooking,

and they fly all the ingredients
in from all over Italy...

Can we get down to business?

I wanna get this over with.

Okay.

It seems our friend here
is in a bad mood.

I don't know why. You're gonna
make a tidy profit on this sale.

A very good man is dead,
a man who was my friend.

Oh, yeah. Jesus, we...
we heard about that.

Such a shame.
They said he offed himself.

I'm not so sure
that's how it happened.

And if it didn't,
whoever is responsible,

they'll pay.

Are you accusing us of somethin'?

Marshall Grant could have
easily blown up

your whole bullshit case against me.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

But the poor man is not here anymore.

Now, uh...

Joe and I are glad
that you came to your senses.

Let's cross the T's
and dot the I's on this.

Money first.

Of course.

Yeah, make sure it's all there.

I wouldn't want Mr. Straub here
to take advantage.

Joe, I'd never cheat
on a business deal.

As partners, I don't want you
to ever worry about that.

All right. Let's get on with it.

"Times are changing, sweetheart.

Think about my offer. Joe."

We good?

Yes, we are.

Good.

What the f*ck, Joe?!

You think you can trust
this f*cking guy?

Fellas, let me take these
off your f*cking hands.

That's my money.

Not anymore.

Now that you're broke,

you can go back
to doing what you do best...

selling dope in Harlem.

But, hey, listen, no hard feelings.

Oh, and feel free to stop by
the St. Clair whenever you want.

Drinks are on me.

Hey, Dom, get the f*cking contract.

- Yeah, boss.
- Let's go.