Godfather of Harlem

I need the duji.

I can't control the streets without drugs.

That mean there's more smackin that evidence room

than anywhere by Pleasant Avenue.

Margaret don't know I'm her mama.

Get out of here.

It's alright. Look, Elise...

Get the fuck out of here!

Frank Nunzi's son, he alwayshad the warms for you.

You want my forgiveness?

You let him take you out.

You were right.

She led me straightto that nigger boyfriend.

Took care of it.

He's gone.

I'll be in Harlemon the next bus back.

Baby, you can't do that.

Why don't you let me preachto your congregation,

see if your white man'sChristianity

can stand upfor the black man's nation.

When Hell freezes over.

What, is she gonna show up here?

Want to be some kind of mother?

I'll take care of that, alright?

You keep her away from Margaret.

Take it.

That one.

Time was, 30 keys would last you six months.

Hey, there's a lot more junkiesthan when you went away, Bump.

Fuck. We down to our last key.

Look, Gigante ain't backing downfrom blocking our supply,

and he'll kill any Guinea who sells to us.

We need a steady source.

Yeah.

Hey, young lady. Hold on.

Hold on.

Hey, you!

Stop right there!

Aah!

Get off me! Get off me!

Don't fucking touch me like that.

I said don't you fucking touch me.

Whoa.

What we got here?

Some track marks?

Hmm.

You're a junky, Miss Rich Girl?

Let me go.

C-Curtis.

Relax.

This junky ain't gonna do shit.

How long's this gonna take?

I know you're retired, but I got work to do.

I ain't retired. I keep the peace.

Alright, so, how's the peace going these days, Frank?

Not great.

You brought me down to Harlem for this?

Yeah, because it's about Harlem.

Oh!

Oh, shit.

This here, who's this?

Sammy Mazucchelli, I think.

And then... and the dopethat was in the barrel?

Gone.

I'll kill that fucking Bonanno.

I'll kill him myself. No, you won't.

This is retributionfor the two soldiers you popped

last month up 156th Street.

Yeah, two soldiers who should've never been on 156th Street

trying to push Bonanno's dope in my territory.

You don't want to go to warwith Bonanno.

He didn't want Harlem.

You know that, right? He didn't want Harlem.

He gave it to me, right?

Because I could see the value in it.

You understand? Joey fucking Bananas couldn't.

I ain't sharing Harlem.

Alright, do you want tosave Sammy for his mother,

or you want my guys to take him and lose him out at sea?

I don't fucking care. Bon voyage.

Just give meone second, Kenny.

Mm.

President Kennedy is gonna have to reschedule the call.

What? Again? Ah, don't... do not blow your stack, Adam.

Mr. O'Donnell, I don't think you need to be reminded

that Reverend Powell was the first to get

significant Civil Rights legislation through Congress.

He was a large reason the President won New York City.

The onlyreason!

Oh, now, Adam, that's not...

Now, if I'd backed Richard Nixon...

and, given Kennedy's complete disregard

for my work on the Civil Rights bill, perhaps I should have...

we'd have a very different national scenario right now.

Higher Education Bill.

The Minimum Wage Act.

The Fair Employment Committee Practices Act.

My legislation.

What the congressman is saying is...

He knows what I'm saying.

If the President wants my support,

he's gonna have to do a whole lot more.

I just wish Jack Kennedy had as much regard

for my legislative agenda

as he does for Marilyn Monroe's legs.

Ha. Pot calling the kettle black, wouldn't you say?

Highest administration treats us like the help.

Now, maybe my constituent support will dissipate,

and good ol' Jack's second term might disappear, as well.

Now, now, now hold on here, Adam, alright?

Jack... You know Jack has the greatest respect for you,

and I am your biggest supporter as far as your agenda.

I think it's brilliant.

Then why am I out herein the bleachers?

Well, things are a little hot right now,

given your... your travel debacle.

Travel deb... Wh-What debacle?

Oh, apparently you did not get the advance

on Drew Pearson's column this morning.

"Rumored Powell Trystwith Miss Ohio in Paris."

Oh, my.

I missed you.

You know how stupid it is

that you came back, right?

Well, this is our chance, Stella,

to show Bobby Robinson my stuff.

He said he wants a songwhite people can dance to.

I told himit's not your thing.

Well, hell, I'll give him a song

your fucking father could dance to, then, shit.

Did you miss me?

Of course I missed you.

I've been running downto Lionel at The Bitter End

every timeyou didn't answer that phone.

What?

What is it?

Lionel...

got shot about a week ago

down in the Village.

What? Yeah.

Must've been the reefer he was fronting and some other shit.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

Hey.