Godfather of Harlem (2019) s02e03 Episode Script

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BUMPY: The new world is here,
my brothers.
Alone, I'm just Harlem.
Together, we're 10 Harlems.
They would turn down
an order of 3,000 keys?
If we were to sell it to a negro,
they'd skin us alive.
What if I had an Italian partner?
He's got some kind of plan.
I know that fucker too well!
If the Sicilians don't want to
sell to you, my hands are tied.
I don't need the Five Families
coming at me over heroin.
You could help me get
the big fish that I'm after.
- That's snitching.
- It's not snitching.
It's elimination of the competition.
Chin ain't one for diplomacy.
A real diplomat is someone
who can slice his neighbor's throat
and he doesn't see it coming.
I don't give a rat's ass
about your 10 Harlems.
I'm not gonna partner up with you.
Not now, not ever.
I hate you, too, Chin.
But this is in our mutual interest.
They say Liston's great,
but he must fall in eight,
Brother Minister.
Does Cassius know you intend
on using him
to get yourself back into the Nation?
I am here for support.
Cassius, I'm guilty, brother.
I've thought to use you
to convince the Dear Holy
Apostle to reinstate me.
I don't see him here, do you?
Stella, we're gonna forget
about everything bad that has happened.
I hate you!
My father said he punished Benny.
- Did he kill him?
- He sent him to Florida.
You'll never fuckin' see him again.
I'm selling out of 10 Harlems,
and you're gonna get a 20% cut.
50-50.
I ought to kick your ass!
♪♪
Equal partners.
[PANTING]
Alright. [SIGHS]
Alright.
♪♪
Yeah, thank you, my man.
Junie's around the corner.
Yep.
[SNIFFS]
[CHUCKLES]
♪♪
[ENGINE STARTS]
Be safe, baby.
♪♪
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Had to make sure nothing's missing.
[SIGHS]
Crack of dawn
I had a pocket full of heroin ♪
I made a name, I'm talking
Harlem back to Maryland ♪
Still got a dozen boxes downstairs.
Maybe I'll buy you dinner tonight.
- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, yeah.
Smothered chops and some onion.
- You got it, alright?
- And a biscuit!
- How about two?
- And two!
Two biscuits and some gravy.
And a piece of red velvet?
- Red velvet cake.
- [LAUGHING]
I'm mixing that up for you right now.
[LAUGHS]
♪♪
- Hi, Cecil.
- Hey, Cecil.
Hey.
MAN: Come again.
[HORNS HONKING]
There you go.
["MY GUY" PLAYING]
♪♪
There's nothing you could say ♪
To tear me away from my guy ♪
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
There's nothing you could do ♪
'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy ♪
I'm stickin' to my guy ♪
What's this mess?
I'm updating the Harlem voter
rolls for Congressman Powell.
Maybe I should get you an office.
You know, there has been
a concerted effort
in this city to make it harder
for Black, Hispanic,
and poor people to vote.
You surprised?
No. I'm angry.
They disqualify our votes
for the most arbitrary reasons.
Making sure our votes count
is Reverend Powell's pet cause.
Well, I thought you were his pet cause.
Please.
[CHUCKLES]
Here's my contribution
to the registration drive.
Oh, sorry. It's slippery.
- Here you go.
- Oh, would you go on?
With my guy ♪
- This is
- 10 grand.
Wow.
This will fund our whole operation.
- Hmm.
- He's the cream of the crop ♪
I guess things are going well
with you and Mr. Gigante.
Yep. Let's hope it holds.
Since we've been back,
we've had dinner at home every night,
and I have a relaxed and happy man.
It better hold.
You were right.
This partnership with Chin
makes it safe for us in Harlem.
[DOOR OPENS]
ELISE: Praise Allah, we made it.
What's wrong? You okay?
- Come here.
- Mom!
White cops came out of nowhere,
and started beating on a bunch of kids.
My friends.
This Black boy reaches for an apple,
and they assume that he's stealing it.
♪♪
MAN: Hey!
Hey.
What are you doing?
What are y'all doing?
- Police!
- It's just an apple.
Help!
♪♪
They busted him in his head,
like to break his skull.
It was horrible.
Why would they start beating
on a bunch of kids?
'Cause they were Black.
WOMAN: Leave him alone!
Like Malcolm said,
the police are at war
with our community.
They are an occupying army.
A hundred years ago,
the Klan wore white sheets.
Well, in Harlem, they dress in blue.
- Did they touch either one of you?
- No, but they beat Cecil.
Hey, stop. What's going on?
♪♪
Aah!
Daddy, Daddy, you gotta do something.
Come on, baby.
[CRIES]
♪♪
Yeah ♪
Change ♪
Ye-e-e-e-e-ah ♪
Open up my window again ♪
Open up my window again ♪
I can hear death callin' my name ♪
I can hear death callin' again ♪
I swear to God,
things ain't gon' change ♪
I swear to God,
things ain't gon' change ♪
I keep a revolver with your name ♪
I keep a revolver with your name ♪
Just in case ♪
[RAPPING] Lay on my back
watchin' the ceilin' fan ♪
I had a dream to touch a kilo gram ♪
Still at odds with the Irish mob ♪
Rolls-Royce down Malcolm X Boulevard ♪
Lord, these literally
out here preyin' on me ♪
Got the .40 on me and his hand on me ♪
Snow-white mink
like I'm Dutch Schultz ♪
Run the books and let me
show you how the numbers look ♪
You can't be Lucky like you Luciano ♪
The kilos slammin'
like they new pianos ♪
And Fat Boy got the big body
Coast-to-coast,
I could shoot product ♪
Open up my window again ♪
Open up my window again ♪
I can hear death callin' my name ♪
I can hear death callin' again ♪
I swear to God,
things ain't gon' change ♪
I swear to God,
things ain't gon' change ♪
I keep a revolver with your name ♪
I keep a revolver with your name ♪
Just in case ♪
I tried to be ♪
- [SIGHS]
- All that I could never be ♪
I hear those damn racist
police beat those kids
and that old shoeshine man
half to death.
I build myself ♪
This police force was
not created to serve.
Black Americans.
It was created to police Black Americans
while serving white Americans.
- They at the hospital?
- The hospital?
Cassius, they were arrested,
and taken to the 27th Precinct.
A lie ♪
What you gonna do, brother?
I'd like to firebomb their asses
but I'm already on suspension.
Baby, don't you know ♪
This is the crux
of my disagreement with the Messenger.
We have an obligation
to respond not only directly,
but even violently to white oppression.
Brother Malcolm, I hope you
and the Dear Holy Apostle
can patch things up, I truly do.
I stood and watched ♪
Well, it's funny you say that, Cassius,
because he's in New York today
and we have a meeting.
Now, I am intending to say
I have your support.
Now I know ♪
I know you've been
getting calls, Cassius,
from Captain Henry and the others
to stay away from me.
Never giving up ♪
But here you are.
I can't shun the man who
gave me my chosen name.
- Cassius X.
- Cassius X.
You see, now I know ♪
There's cloudy days ♪
[FILM PROJECTOR CLICKING]
Alright, what is this shit?
Enough, alright? What's this about?
There's a million dollars
to be made here.
I mean, they got three
great natural resources in Florida
Tits, ass, and oranges.
I brought you a bag.
Thank you.
They're called loops.
They're made on the cheap.
They run them day and night
with the peep shows.
Benny, come on.
That's not me. I-I don't do this shit.
You do this kinda thing.
Our whole lives with the girls
and the fuckin' weird shit.
Come on. That's not me.
I don't like pornography. You know that.
It's a perversion.
Bonanno's gettin' richer off this stuff,
and we're on the sidelines.
What the fuck do I care about Bonanno?
He's a fuckin' degenerate.
What the fuck is he doing here?
Hey, nice to see you, too, asshole.
Ain't he meant to be in Florida?
Well, he paid his debt,
and I needed him here.
Look. He brought us beautiful oranges.
Can I talk to you a sec?
Yeah.
What about Stella?
What about her?
She ain't gonna be happy he's back.
Hey, are you fuckin' talkin' about me?
- I'm sittin' right here.
- Easy.
Go fuck yourself.
No. You do not say that.
He's a made man.
You do not disrespect.
You understand me?
That's right. You understand?
Hey, you're on a short leash, too.
♪♪
Look, I can get along with Bumpy Johnson
and you guys can't work this out?
Come on!
And this fuckin' thing.
You've been a nooch to me
since we were teenagers.
Look, you know what?
The two of you you
You make these, uh
- Loops.
- Loops.
You do it together.
Alright? The two of you.
Come on. Shake.
I mean, why not?
Anything that gets on
Bonanno's nerves is
- Is alright by me.
- There you go.
Now take this fuckin' thing down.
Come on. Hold up.
The The best part's coming up.
- Come on. Get outta here.
- Watch.
[SIREN WAILING]
Pick it up!
MAN OVER RADIO: 10-35
on New York registration
Let me reiterate that I am
not a criminal defense attorney.
Just follow my lead. Come on.
- What do you want?
- We're here about Cecil Bradley
and the kid from the fruit stand.
This is Archie Gaines.
He's the attorney in that matter.
Uh, yes. I am temporarily
of counsel for Mr. Bradley.
I can't help you.
He has the constitutional
right to an attorney.
Not if he hasn't been charged yet.
He does if he's been held
for over two hours,
on the New York civil penal code 25462.
I guess you'd know all about the
penal codes in New York City, huh?
Heard a lot about you, Johnson.
I'm hoping we can keep everything civil.
Heard a lot about you, too, Mills.
How can I help you?
We wanna see Cecil Bradley and the kids.
I heard they got busted up pretty badly.
Yeah. Injured resisting arrest.
They're down in the basement.
Can we see them?
Be my guest.
♪♪
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♪♪
♪♪
These are the arch-criminals
who started the riot?
They're part of the Blood Brothers gang.
One of them just got out of Wiltwyck
for assaulting a 90-year-old lady.
Where's Cecil?
♪♪
♪♪
[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]
Bumpy.
♪♪
Gonna get you out of here.
♪♪
Stay strong.
♪♪
He needs medical attention.
He's got a bandage.
What is he being charged with?
Resisting arrest.
- What was he arrested for?
- Inciting a riot.
What does a shoeshine man
have to do with starting a riot?
He grabbed an officer's baton.
He's gonna die if he doesn't
get help soon.
And if he does, it's on you.
What did you say?
He dies
it's on you.
Bumpy, please. Let's go.
♪♪
I had no idea.
You had no idea negroes
get their asses kicked
and thrown in jail for doing nothing?
Cops up in Sugar Hill
don't do that, huh?
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
[HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE]
OLYMPIA: Look at this.
Nice eggs over easy,
some beautiful fresh bacon,
fresh-squeezed orange juice.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
See anything you might want?
Personally, I think the styles today
They make all the women
look like whores.
But if you see something you want,
maybe I take you shopping.
If I go shopping, I can do it myself.
Okay.
Your food's gonna get cold, Stella.
Sorry, I just had
a bad dream last night.
About?
Nothing.
Look, Stella, I'm not
the enemy here, okay?
I mean, you can talk to me.
Your father and I, we just
We want you to be happy,
but you're walking around
with this frown on your face,
and quite frankly,
it's getting goddamn depressing.
I dreamt Teddy was alive,
and I was dead.
W-Well, okay.
That is depressing.
That is horrible.
And I am sorry.
It's okay. It was comforting.
'Cause it felt right.
I wish it were true.
Stella.
Look
when my mother died, I was so depressed.
So depressed.
But you know how I got myself out of it?
I focused on all the little things.
You know, like I don't know.
Maybe I bought a dress
or a walk in the park.
And even something
like a nice glass of
fresh-squeezed orange juice.
Just the little things.
Pull you right out.
♪♪
[LIGHTER CLICKS]
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MALCOLM X: Dear Holy Apostle,
I'm glad to see
you've made it safely to New York.
I see you're doing well for yourself.
Hobnobbing with leaders
of African nations,
with Cassius Clay on your arm
like a prized trophy.
Messenger, I'm preparing Cassius
to be on the world stage
to help spread your message.
You say it's all for me,
but you're the one
with your picture
in the papers with Cassius.
Well, I believed in Cassius
when no one else did.
You yourself didn't think
he'd beat Liston.
And you bring him to me like a gift?
How generous.
And what is the price of this gift?
Dear Holy Apostle, I am hoping
[HORNS HONK IN DISTANCE]
that you'd reinstate me
to my former position
at Temple Number Seven to do
your bidding and to serve the Nation.
Cassius supports this, I might add.
Are you willing to renounce
the political nature of your rhetoric?
This is what brought us to this point
in the first place.
With all due respect, Dear Holy Apostle,
how do we as an organization
fight for justice for the Black man?
Are you interested in rejoining
the Nation of Islam?
With all my heart.
[SIGHS]
Bring Cassius this afternoon.
I want to welcome him to the Nation.
And if you will cease and desist
from the politics,
I'll welcome you back as well.
♪♪
I've contacted the mothers
of the kids who were arrested,
- and, of course, Cecil's wife.
- Mm.
Those cops need to see
the faces of those women,
see the personal devastation
their brutality creates.
Now, I think we should
Congressman Powell.
It's fine, Patricia.
Mr. Johnson's welcome.
Come on in, Bumpy.
Hello.
Sorry for interrupting,
but there's a problem.
Bumpy, please have a seat.
Your wife is helping me
organize a sit-in at the 27th Precinct.
We ain't got time for no sit-in.
Cecil's gonna die.
We gotta call somebody to get
him out of there right now.
Call who? The Chief of Police?
The Mayor? The The D.A.?
I already have,
and they all tell me the same thing.
This is a police matter.
Which is why we need to activate
the entire community.
The city government refuses to intercede
on account of the fact that Harlem is
a "violent,
crime-infested neighborhood."
Haven't you seen the paper this morning?
A fruit stand gets knocked
over in Harlem, they call it a riot.
The fact is, if this were a federal
matter, I might have some pull.
We don't got time
for no sit-ins, alright?
Bumpy, you of all people know
justice looks differently
at the Black man
than it does the White one.
There's also another kind of justice.
Street justice.
Good luck with your sit-in.
[SIGHS]
[DOOR SLAMS]
[HORNS HONKING]
Hey!
- Yo.
- You like orange juice?
This morning, my stepmom
made me a nice glass
of fresh-squeezed orange juice.
What the fuck do you
want me to say, Stella?
You said he was in Florida.
Your father wanted him back.
So, that's his fuckin'
punishment for killing Teddy?
Is three months in Miami?
I don't make the fuckin' rules.
I want you to kill him.
[LAUGHS]
Oh, my God.
Hey. You've killed people before.
You killed Lionel.
I'll pay you whatever you want.
You talkin' like a fuckin' crazy person.
You understand that?
You're fuckin' insane.
You're just too chicken shit.
Maybe I'll do it myself.
Oh, you think it's easy
to kill someone, huh?
Must be, if you can do it.
It ain't as simple as pulling
a trigger, Stell.
You gotta watch someone's brains roll
all the way over a fuckin' wall.
It gets in your nose,
it gets in your mouth.
At night, you relive it.
When you sleep, you think about it.
It's a fuckin' nightmare.
You forget, I'm my father's daughter.
[DOOR OPENS]
♪♪
Hey, sweetheart.
Come on, fucko. We gotta get to work.
♪♪
♪♪
[SEAGULL SQUAWKS]
[SHIP HORN BLOWING]
These Blood Brothers
are tearing apart the neighborhood.
First of all, they're not
Blood Brothers.
They're kids from my daughter's school
- who stole an apple.
- I hear one of them
raped and murdered a 90-year-old lady.
That's bullshit. One of them
did a bit at Wiltwyck for robbery.
My man Cecil he never murdered
nobody, and he's about to die.
My daughter almost got
attacked by this cop.
You know, I pay these guys
not to fuck with me.
That doesn't give me the right
to fuck with their business.
How much is the payoff on Mills?
The pad's $1,000 a month.
Here's $2,000.
- Get him to release Cecil and the kids.
- Nah. I can't.
What are you afraid of?
That they're gonna call you
a nigger-lover?
- Is that what you're afraid of?
- No. I'm not afraid of that.
So, help me out, then.
Or this business arrangement's
gonna be over
before it even gets started.
♪♪
♪♪
How's he doing?
♪♪
Not good.
Pain in my ass.
♪♪
How is she?
She's okay.
Sleeping. Still shaken up, though.
I may keep her home
from school tomorrow.
[HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE]
Of course. Muslims don't drink.
No, but to be honest,
I could really use one.
No.
Well, thank God you were
there to protect her.
You have been such a godsend
to Margaret.
What?
Nothing.
It's just, I have seen
my share of violence.
I was so terrified they would
come after Margaret and me.
When they hit poor Cecil,
I covered her eyes
so she wouldn't see
the blood pouring from his head.
And as I held her,
I could feel her body shaking,
and she was crying, "Momma, Momma,"
crying for her mother.
And I wanted to tell her,
"I'm right here.
Your momma's right here."
But I couldn't, could I?
You did the right thing.
By lying to her?
You think she wasn't traumatized enough?
You want to add to it
by blowing up her world?
She's already seeing the world
for what it is.
Is it fair to let her live with a lie?
Is that what you think this is?
Well, then, fine. Go ahead.
Walk in there. Wake her up.
Tell her you were a drug addict
for 10 years,
and you couldn't take care of her,
and you don't know who her daddy is,
and everyone and everything
she thought she knew was a lie.
♪♪
She's going to find out.
Because the truth comes out eventually.
And when it does
let's just hope she doesn't
end up hating us both.
♪♪
♪♪
[SQUEALS SOFTLY]
- You're welcome.
- Thank you.
I need your help.
I need you to get some men
and make some noise
down by the Precinct.
Bumpy, I haven't been reinstated,
though I expect that'll happen
by the end of the day.
We don't have till the end of the day.
Cecil will be dead by then.
Mr. Johnson, the Dear Holy Apostle
forbids responding with violence.
He wants people to understand
that Islam is peace.
We have to think carefully
about which battles we focus on.
What you always been sayin' about
if a dog bites you,
you gotta bite him back?
About defending ourselves
against white oppression?
This is self defense
we been talking about!
- Calm down, brother.
- No, you calm down!
Man, I know what this shit is.
You don't wanna piss off
Elijah Muhammad.
He's more interested in his money
than he is about these people
getting beat up in the streets.
The Messenger is against provoking
the white power structure
only until we are truly ready.
When are we gonna be ready?
How many negroes gotta die
before we take it
to these ofay motherfuckers?
The cops they're just
like Sonny Liston.
They underestimate us.
We're gonna make 'em pay.
- One steak for the world champion.
- Thank you.
You been Elijah Muhammad's man
for a long time.
When you gonna have the guts
to be your own man?
Enjoy your steak.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
- Who is it?
- Uncle Louie.
Come in.
Just came by to check in.
I'm doing fine.
Y-Your father asked me to drop
in every once in a while.
It's okay. I'm not gonna kill myself.
No.
I'm here so you have someone
to confide in.
Tell me how you're doing.
Fine.
Yeah?
You seem troubled.
Please, Stella.
I'm here to listen.
Okay.
You really wanna know what I'm thinking?
I'm gonna kill someone.
He works for my father.
He murdered my boyfriend in cold blood,
and the police
won't do anything about it
because my father owns the police.
Stella, I remind you
of the sixth Commandment.
Is that the one about not
screwing your neighbor's wife?
Thou shalt not kill.
How does that one work, "Father"?
Or should I say "Uncle"?
'Cause we both know my father
has killed plenty of people.
Your father will be judged by God
when it's his time,
and so will you.
In the end,
only God can administer true justice.
Then I guess my father
will burn in Hell.
I don't know what
the big fuckin' deal is.
Just get the guy a doctor.
If I called a doctor every time a nigger
came in with a busted head,
they'd have to call the place
Saint Mary's.
These people are savages, okay?
They're fuckin' animals.
Well, even animals
deserve medical attention.
I checked on him myself.
He's got a fucked-up eye,
but he's gonna be fine.
Every criminal tries to play the victim.
- They're all the same.
- I'm not asking you.
I'm telling you to shut
your fuckin' mouth and do it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you gettin' all bent
out of shape about, huh?
I'm doing a favor for a friend.
Who?
What the fuck business is that of yours?
Jesus.
[CHUCKLES]
This is all starting to make sense now.
Bumpy Johnson he came down
to the station asking the same thing.
You're in business together.
- No, we ain't.
- Yeah.
It's you guys flooding the streets
with all that dope, isn't it?
Huh? There's fucking junkies
falling all over themselves
for that shit.
And you're getting a piece of that,
you greedy fuckin' bastard.
Now, are you gonna do this
for me or not?
♪♪
I don't do favors
for your nigger friends.
But I will make sure I get
my cut when I see him.
I'll bet you fucking will.
[SPITS]
Fuckin' piece of shit.
BENNY: Here she comes.
Leopard skin, jacket, whatever.
We'll take that off. Jacket off.
Take the jacket off. Not too fast.
Yeah.
Yeah, nice. Yeah, look at me.
Yeah, that's right.
You're thinking of a gorgeous guy
you're gonna do. A guy like me.
Ernie, get the fuckin' light
on her here!
What the fuck, man?
What are you, stupid?
Get the light on her.
Alright, yeah. Now take off your bra.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Take it off.
Yeah, nice and slow.
Yeah, touch your ta-tas.
Get that Oh, yeah.
That's great. That's great.
Ernie, get the fuckin'
Get the fuckin' light on her!
- What the
- It's on her. It's on her.
- What is wrong with you?!
- Oh, my God.
- Get the light on her.
- Fuckin' light is on her, Benny. Look.
Okay, baby. Alright. Lick your lips.
Lick your lips. You're a star.
You're a star. Yeah.
Alright. Oh, god damn.
I ran out of fuckin' ran out of film.
Shit.
Alright, let's take a 5-minute break.
Ernie, why don't you
go get some sandwiches,
and bring me a fuckin' water,
you lazy piece of shit?
Why don't you get it yourself?
Excuse me?
I said, "Why don't you get 'em
yourself," you fuckin' asshole?
You disrespecting me in front of her?
Benny, put the gun away.
I'll do whatever I want.
What are you gonna do about it?
Huh? You're a made guy.
I got nothing to say.
That's right.
You know, 'cause of this
fuckin' guy, you know,
I spent three fuckin' months in Florida
'cause I had to clean up his mess.
Instead of kissing my ass,
he disrespects me.
And on top of that, his girlfriend's
available now because of me.
- Isn't that right, lover boy?
- She ain't my fuckin' girlfriend.
Everybody knows you got
the hots for Stella.
Otherwise, killing a jigaboo
wouldn't bother you at all.
♪♪
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
Meeting you here the last few weeks
has been good for my soul.
It's nice to be able
to talk about Teddy.
Mm.
Can I get you any food?
No. Thanks.
Listen, Delia,
the man who killed him is back in town.
He's walking around free,
and the cops won't do anything about it.
My father he won't do anything.
Take a look.
My dad has 'em lying all over the house.
What you gonna do with that thing?
I'm gonna get justice for your son.
Are you out of your mind?
Enough people seem to think so.
Why you showing this to me?
I wanted you to know.
You asking my permission?
I don't want to know nothing about this.
You don't have to do this,
and certainly not for me.
Sometimes I feel like
I've been grieving my whole life.
So many I know have died or suffered,
including my own son.
But nothing would ever prompt me
to take a life.
God will get justice.
It's in His hands, not ours.
♪♪
Daddy, I'm glad you picked me up today.
Me too.
How's Cecil?
[SIGHS] I'm working on it.
He's gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I saw him yesterday.
- [HORN HONKS]
- Bumpy Johnson.
- Captain.
Been looking all over for you.
I hear you're in business
with Chin Gigante.
I don't discuss business
in front of my daughter.
Yeah, well, here's the thing.
There's a pad for Chin,
and then there's a nigger pad,
and that one's a whole helluva lot more.
Get Cecil out of that cell,
then we can talk about that.
Yeah. That's not how it works, Johnson.
- Daddy, can we go?
- Hey. I'm talking here.
Didn't your father ever tell you
it's rude to interrupt?
It's okay.
What's your name?
Margaret.
Margaret? That's a white girl's name.
You don't talk to my daughter like that!
Hey! What's wrong with you?!
Don't you get uppity with me. Frisk him.
♪♪
Possession of a weapon.
♪♪
This'll get you three to five.
Minimum.
That's a close shave, Johnson.
♪♪
You bring me my pad.
Today.
$3,000.
♪♪
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
- [ENGINE STARTS]
- Let's go home, alright?
Let's go home.
[SIREN WAILING]
BUMPY: Give me Mills.
I can't do that.
Come on. Just Just his address.
What? Kill a cop over this?
I can't do it.
I ain't talking about killing a cop.
Just making things even.
Look, the guy's an asshole, okay?
He figured out that you and I
are doing business.
Is this What do you want?
He's a dirty cop.
Put yourself in my shoes.
You have a daughter.
You're walking down the street,
and a cop rolls up
and terrorizes you in front of her.
How would that make you feel?
For him to call you
a "filthy wop" in front of her
and run a blade across your neck?
A Black man faces that
every time he walks down the street.
Just for a minute,
can you put your fuckin' self
in my fuckin' shoes?
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
Oh, my goodness. Ring the bell.
The champion has arrived.
Dear Holy Apostle, it is my great honor
to present to you Cassius X.
I am so pleased to have you with us.
Come now. No need for that.
Rise.
The privilege is mine, Holy Apostle.
By Malcolm's council and by my faith
Calm yourself, son.
Come sit and have some tea.
♪♪
[LAUGHS]
Ah, what perfect examples
both of you are.
Whenever you look at a Black man,
you are looking at God.
Now, it's time to discard
your slave name.
Are you willing and ready to accept one
of Allah's pure and righteous names?
Brother Malcolm has bestowed me
with the name Cassius X.
[CHUCKLING]
Malcolm does not choose your name.
I do.
And I have chosen
"Muhammad Ali" which means
beloved of God, most high champion.
[HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE]
It is a most worthy name, Holy Apostle.
Muhammad Ali.
I like it.
[CHUCKLING]
How else can I help guide you, my son?
Asking good questions
is half of learning.
Holy Apostle, I've been struggling
about how to stand up against the abuse
of the negro by police.
You see, I'm a fighter.
I want to fight back.
You have a hunger for justice.
Those cops beating up those kids
at that fruit stand?
Makes me wanna scream.
I see Malcolm has influenced you.
Brother Minister fails to realize
that though it feels good to scream
and yell when atrocities are done,
those shouts are distractions
that can do more harm than good.
Malcolm, you've been asked to atone
for your disobedience once.
I am willing to embrace you,
but you must silence yourself
on these issues.
You will either follow my hand
or you will be out on your own.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
♪♪
- May I come in?
- Mm-hmm.
♪♪
We missed you at dinner.
I wasn't hungry.
Everything okay? You good?
What did you do today?
Met some girlfriends for lunch.
Oh, yeah? Is that it?
'Cause I heard you ran
into Benny at the clubhouse.
And I know
I know that could upset you.
So, I wanted to explain.
He here's,
and he has a special job to do for me,
and then when that's done,
I'm gonna send him
back to Florida, alright?
Yeah.
'Cause he must really hate
it there, right?
Stella.
The best thing for all concerned is
to put this thing behind us, you know?
Of course.
[SNIFFLES]
I never even think about Teddy anymore.
Is that true?
Yeah.
Yeah, one day, I'll meet
a nice Italian boy,
and I'll be happy.
You'll be happy.
We'll probably just laugh
about all this.
Yeah.
I don't know if we'll laugh about it.
Did you talk to Father Louis today?
'Cause he's very helpful
with things like this, you know?
♪♪
God will punish the wicked,
he says, when we're dead.
♪♪
I guess we'll both just
have to live with that.
♪♪
[SIGHS]
♪♪
Alright.
♪♪
Yeah, I've
I just want you to be happy, you know?
I know.
Alright.
[DOOR CLOSES]
♪♪
[DRAWER SLIDES OPEN]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
Alright, come on in.
Just gather on each side here.
Thank you, Sister. Thank you.
I'm here to see the Captain.
That would be me.
Captain, we are here to demand justice,
for those that you arrested
at the so-called riot
of the fruit stand.
We understand that some may be
in need of medical attention.
Congressman Powell, they'll be released
when the prosecutor
has determined the charges.
I'm sorry, Captain,
that's not good enough.
We've gathered the mothers of these boys
to protest this injustice,
and I've got a photographer
from "The New York Times"
- to make sure you play nice.
- Hmm.
We're not leaving until
they get medical attention.
You have every legal right
to express your point of view,
but you can't get
in the way of police business.
Because if you do,
I'm gonna arrest you, too.
Oh, so be it.
Looks like we'll be in
for a long evening.
[CLAPPING RHYTHMICALLY]
Oh, freedom ♪
Oh, freedom ♪
Lift your voices.
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
- Oh, freedom over me ♪
Over me ♪
And before I'd be a slave ♪
I'd be buried in my grave ♪
And go home to my Lord and be free ♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Hey. Whoa. Come on. Sweetheart.
What What What is this?
What the fuck is this?
Baby doll, give me the
Give me the gun.
We're not gonna have
a fuckin' problem here.
This is for Teddy, you fuckin' asshole.
♪♪
What did you do to me,
you fuckin' bitch?!
You bitch!
What the fuck?
- What the fuck did you do?!
- Shoot her!
You're a fuckin' witch, you know that?!
Do you understand
what you just fuckin' did?!
Shoot her!
I'm ordering you to shoot her!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
♪♪
What are you doing?
No! No!
♪♪
God damn you, Stella.
♪♪
Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
♪♪
Oh, freedom ♪
Oh, freedom ♪
Oh, freedom over me ♪
Over me ♪
You gonna let these niggers
occupy our station?
I'll be buried in my grave ♪
And go home to my Lord and be free ♪
I am sick of this
happy horseshit singing.
- One more time.
- Clear 'em out.
Oh, freedom ♪
Alright.
Oh, freedom over me ♪
Oh, freedom ♪
Oh, freedom ♪
Ellsworth?
- Bumpy. Malcolm.
- Over me, over me ♪
And before I'd be a slave ♪
I'd be buried in my grave ♪
And go home to my Lord and be free ♪
Oh, freedom ♪
You here to sit in, "Brother Malcolm"?
Oh, no, we're not here to sit in.
We came to stand up.
Mm. You, too?
I'll be buried in my grave ♪
- Nah.
- I'm just here to bring you this.
- And go home to my Lord ♪
Thank you.
And be free ♪
- What the fuck is this?
- Oh, freedom ♪
An eye for an eye, motherfucker.
Oh, freedom ♪
Oh, freedom over me ♪
[DIALING]
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
- Hello?
- [CHILD WHIMPERING]
MAN #2: Hello, Captain.
Who the fuck is this?
I'm the nigger Bumpy Johnson sent
to watch over your wife and kids.
[MUFFLED SPEECH]
Heard enough?
I'll be babysitting.
♪♪
[DIAL TONE]
♪♪
♪♪
I wanna see you back on your
street corner next week.
- Alright?
- Alright.
- You're gonna be okay.
- Thank you, Bumpy.
Okay, lift.
- Thank you, Daddy.
- Of course, little one.
♪♪
Bumpy, it seems our method
of peaceful protest
really got the job done.
I don't know what was said in there,
but I want to thank you
for your support.
I guess moral persuasion
has its benefits.
Mm, yes, it does.
Brother Malcolm.
Moral persuasion, huh?
[BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY]
Oh, freedom ♪
Oh, freedom ♪
Oh, freedom ♪
Freedom over me ♪
And before I'd be a slave ♪
I'll be buried in my grave ♪
And go home to my Lord and be free ♪
And go home to my Lord and be free ♪