Godfather of Harlem

Heroin hasmade Harlem a gold mine,

and now they're all itchingto get a piece of that pie.

Harlem is mine.

Times have changed. I haven't.

Chin likes to play the dumb bruiser

so the guineas from the other families underestimate him.

You don't want to go to warwith Bonanno.

I ain't sharing Harlem.

We could see the value in it.

Joey fucking Bananas couldn't.

This girl don't understand you. She don't love you.

You so caught up in this white girl

you can't even seewhat it is she doing to you.

This is our chance to show Bobby Robinson my stuff.

You cango on ahead now, boy. If this is what you want from me, then I just can't.

You running around with another man to keep your daddy happy.

I'm just wondering why you're keeping me around. Because I love you.

You love me, or you just love fucking a nigger?

Well, I can't thank you enough for pushing through

the Harlem Youth Opportunities Act.

I've got the boxer Doug Jones' support.

He's going to donate his gloves

after his fight with Cassius Clay.

That buildingwhere Fidler's store is,

I want Malcolm X and his people out of there.

I don't want it to get damaged.

Mayme told me about Fidler's. Got it rebuilt up in '57.

Makes a guy wonder what else might be in there.

A Christian man will always tell you

to turn the other cheek.

But my faith tells me that's how a man gets beat.

I want to buy heroin from the guineas.

Key for 27,000.

Chin's gonna keep coming at me no matter what the family said.

Chin has a rightto protect his territory.

You and me are gonna be at war

until one of us is dead.

Big round of applause for Doug Jones.

Doug Jones, ladies and gentlemen, the Hope of Harlem.

I am a proud supporter of HarlemYouth Opportunities Unlimited.

"HARYOU," as it's known,

recognizes that the youth of Harlem must be provided

with the same opportunities as the rich kids downtown.

The young people of Harlem are not expendable.

And with us today we have a woman

who has helped realize this vision.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mrs. Mayme Johnson.

Thank you, Reverend.

HARYOU is more thana government program.

It's a communityprogram.

A Harlemprogram.

Doug Jones has given his nameand his time

to helping our young menachieve success

not just in the boxing ring, but in life...

getting them off the streets

and giving them a senseof pride and purpose.

He's fightingfor more than a title.

He's fighting for all of us.

- Mm-hmm. - Yes!

And that's why we have all gotto join together to cheer him on

when he whips that loudmouthLouisville Lip!

Yes!

Doug Jones! Hey, Jones! Hey, ugly!

You know what this fight mean to me?

A tomato-red Cadillac Eldorado convertible

with white leather upholstery, air conditioning, and hifi.

Well, that's what the Louisville Group

is giving me for a victory present.

Now, can you picturing me losing to this ugly bum Jones

with that kind of car waiting for me?

Well, I wouldn't fill thatCadillac with gas just yet.

Ooh, well, my eyes can see you a beautiful lady...

all the more reasons why Doug Jones should be 'fraidy.

Motivation, my dear, you done given me more...

instead of five, well, I'm gonna stop Jones in four.

You pretend like you've beena champion since birth.

Well, let's hope your fistscan prove your worth.

Who are you to talk with words that are so bold?

I would tell you get in the ring.

You just too damn old.

You don't know who I am, so I'll excuse your behavior.

After three rounds with me,

you'll be on your kneesto your savior.

Doug Jones, I will see you later.

And, beautiful lady,

call me when you want something greater.

Let's have a hand for Mayme Johnson, please.

Ms. Mayme Johnson, thank you.

Thank you, thank you for being here today.

Daddy, you were funny back there.

Oh, he gives the Louisville Lip a run for his money.

Margaret, you know what I could use right now?

- Ice cream? - Yes.

You know what? I forgot.

Got some quick business.

You take 'em to Bischoff's.

Go on. I'll be there in minute.Okay.

Bumpy Johnson.

Get in.

I need you to get out of here for a minute, alright?

What are you doing here?

What do you think? I came looking for you.

A month or two to settle in, fine.

But it's been 12 weeks sinceyou've been back in the city.

A girl starts to feellike she's being frozen out.

It ain't like that...

Then what's it like, Bumpy?

Hmm?

We used to have fun together.

Oh, my God, yeah.

You didn't answer my last letter.

I was, um, excitedto hear your thoughts

on Harper Lee's new novel.

Thought it was brilliant.

I love how Atticus explains to Scout

how you never really know a person

till you walk around in his skin.

Yeah.

Amy...

I-I think I would've went crazy in there

if it weren't for your letters.

But...

I'm trying to walk the line with Mayme

this time around, you know?

I see.

The thing is, I'm a major backer

of the Louisville Sponsoring Group.

You're gonna be seeing moreof me as this fight gets closer,

whether you want to or not.

And we both know that you aren'tcut out for walking the line

any more than I am.

You're killing me.

Mm-hmm.

This is about one thing and one thing only... Harlem.

What was it you said, Joe, when I agreed to giving you the docks

and stevedores unionin Brooklyn?

You said, "Go ahead, take Harlem.

It's a bunch of niggersanyway."

Vincent, watch your tone.

Well, what are you, my fucking mother?

Hey, three weeks ago you gave Bumpy Johnson

the right to use our sources.

Why not Joe Bonanno?

I granted him the rightto Genovese sources.

Mysources.

Your sources? Yeah.

I established the entire narcotics trade,

you ignorant cocksucker.

Without me, you wouldn't exist.

You established that20 years ago.

This is now.

Look, you sell to Johnsonor anyone else,

you're gonna have a seriousproblem on your hands.

Oh, really?

Let's not forget you're just the "acting boss"

while Vito's in the can...

you think he's gonna want to start a war over all this shit?

I got his full confidence.

You were his fuckin' driver, for Christ's sakes.

Check the tires, Vincent.

Fill it up with gas, Vincent.

Enough of that.

You know, I wouldn't have thought

you'd want to hang aroundwith these coconuts,

considering they're the onesthat killed your son.

You invoke my son's name in a business dispute?

Let's go.

Jesus, Vincent.

Mrs. Greene, I'm Stella.

I brought you a gift.