Where's the stuff, Larry?
And now, ladies and gentlemen...
Mr. Freddy Jackson.
All my life
I've been waitin'
For a time when I'd be free
How I prayed
For liberation
And a little bit of dignity
I heard the heartbeat of the city
How it pounded and it sounded in the night
The children's voices were so pretty
I'm gonna reach out
I'm gonna take it
I'm gonna make it all right
Dream on
For a better day
Where we can live our lives out
And our hopes won't fade away
Dream on
For a better way
We'll join our hands together
And build a brand-new day
Dream on
Thank you.
You're all so tremendous.
I was born in this neighborhood...
and as I grew up here...
I used to pray that once I got out...
I would never have a reason to come back.
I'm glad those prayers weren't answered...
because my neighborhood's lookin' mighty pretty lately.
And I've been encouraged...
both in public and in private...
that where there's a will to help...
there's a way to do it.
So on behalf of the neighborhood council...
myself, and New York City...
I want to thank you for what you've done...
and I ask for your continued support...
until we have the kind of General Hospital...
this borough needs.
I'm gonna reach out
I'm gonna take it
I'm gonna make it all right
Dream on
For all that could be right
We can make it happen
We can make it paradise
Dream on
For a better way
We'll join our hands together
And build a brand-new day
Dream on
We're reporting live from the benefit...
at the Harlem Ballroom...
where city luminaries are gathered...
to celebrate the long-term project...
to rebuild the Community General Hospital.
As one prominent local politician said to me...
"It's a proud moment for the city...
"and all New Yorkers. "
Officials from state and city agencies...
Roy, he's a movie star.
Frank is a fucking movie star now.
Oh, my God.
Help me, gentlemen.
A toast.
Come on, toast. Frank. He made it.
Fucking King of New York.
The King of New York.
King.
We, on the other hand...
we waste our time interrogating witnesses...
lifting fingerprints... my favorite and yours...
court orders... right, Roy?
Court orders so Frank's Park Avenue attorney...
can get him out in ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, he's on the street.
I thought we were what's right.
I thought the law counted for something.
But this whole system favors the scumbag.
We make, what, thirty-six thousand dollars a year?
Thirty-six five.
Thirty-six five. Thank you.
I was the best man at your wedding...
Thank you very much.
36.5 to risk our lives every night of the week...
and Frank gets rich on killing people.
There's only one way to get Frank.
We can make it look like a rival gang...
if that makes you feel better.
You gonna shoot everybody you can't arrest, Dennis?
That's not your fucking...
You know what my problem is with you?
I can't do my job.
My job is to protect the people of this city...
and you won't let me.
You do anything stupid, I'm coming after your ass.
With or without you, I'm gonna get rid of Frank.
So now you know.
This guy belongs in a fucking rubber nut squad.
He's a nut.
You know, Roy...
every time Frank kills somebody out there...
it's our fault.
Can you live with that?
I can't.
Something that you've looked at all your life...
it crosses your mind that you'll never see it again.
I've lost a lot of time.
It's gone.
From here on, I can't waste any.
If I can have a year or two, I'll make something good.
I'll do something.
Something good.
Just one year.
That's all.
I want to get into a significant instrument...
or a series of instruments...
with respect to the buying of the dollar against the yen...
not against the Deutsche mark...
or against the Swiss franc or any other currency.
That's Salvador Tito, Miguel Mata...
Emilio El Zapa, Arthur Clay, Lawrence Wong.
Take a good look, counselor.
You represent the man responsible for that.
Are you out of your mind?
You're a lawyer. You're a member of the bar.
How can you be part of this?
Part of what?
Can't pretend you don't know what he's doing out there.
I don't pretend anything. You got evidence, prosecute.
By then it'll be too late.
Bring him in.
We're gonna go see Frank, all right?
Yo, Joey D, what's up, my boy?
You gonna dis me?
You ain't gonna introduce me to your friends?
I want to make a good impression on them.
I want to know who I'm selling drugs to.
Know what I'm saying?
You don't sell drugs, my brother.
You shoot people.
I'm unemployed.
Ain't nobody left.
I can't help you with that.
Where you going?
This is Axel Carter.
How you doing?
How's Los Angeles?
Hot.
Listen, you want me to get you something to drink?
If you don't mind, I want to get right down to it.
You got a lot of shit to move...
and Joey thinks I might be interested in pursuing it.
Taste it.
Shit.
Price tag's twelve million.
Cash.
I can get you six...
and I'll give you another six...
after I recoup from street sales.
Half the cash, you get half the drugs.
It's all or nothing.
Tell you what. I'll leave Carlos here...
to walk through the rest of the shit...
and I'll be back later.
Good.
So, how far to the shit?
It's right next door.
Come on.
I'll see you later.
Got your stuff?
Take him upstairs.
Come on. Let's go.
Let me get a light.
Back!
Watch out!
Follow me, motherfucker!
Party time, motherfucker!
Come on, you son of a bitches!
I'll kill you, motherfuckers!
Die, motherfuckers!
Get off the fucking car!
Yeah, you motherfucker?!
It's a motherfucking cop.
Oh, shit!
Nobody rides for free, motherfucker!
Shit! Fuck you! Fuck you, motherfucker!
Yo, what's up?
How's your fucking paint job, Frank?
Get in front of him.
Get the fuck in front of him.
Get the fuck out of the way!
Move your fucking car!
Move it out of the way.
Jesus.
They're gone.
I don't believe this.
I don't fucking believe this.
Wait.
What's that?
Nothing!
Come on, Jimmy.
Me and you, buddy.
Where's Frank?
Tired of being his fucking flunky?
I see he left you.
Come on, Jimmy.
Where you at?
Me and you, Jimmy.
Hey, Jimmy, guess what?
I got a piece of chicken here...
you chicken-eating motherfucker!
Be like a man!
Just me and you.
Jimmy, let's talk it out, brother.
Where the chicken at?
Yo, black. Get me a soda?
Where's my soda, black? You know I like soda.
What?
Where's your girlfriend, motherfucker?
Hey, scumbag!
Shut the fuck up!
Kill me, you motherfucker!
Just go ahead the fuck on!
Go on!
All right. You're not bad.
You got to relax.
Just relax.
Can you take a breath?
Let me help you.
I got the motherfucker.
Yo, motherfucker.
Just kill me.
I love you.
I love you, Tommy.
Daddy.
What am I going to do without him?
We extend our hands together...
in prayer and supplication...
You motherfucking...
Hey. You.
Over there!
Bring his ass over here.
Come on, get up! Get the fuck up!
Where's Frank?
You want to go see Frank?
Don't touch me.
Don't fucking touch me!
Yo, chill.
Shit, man. Listen.
You gotta listen to me.
Frank... they gave me some names.
I checked them out.
They were fucking cool.
I had no reason to think they were cops.
Those motherfuckers...
Those motherfuckers, they set me up!
They set me up just as much as you, Frank.
You gotta believe me.
It ain't like it seems.
Just tell me why.
Don't lie to me.
Just tell me why.
It was the money, all right?
It was the fucking money.
Don't touch me.
They offered me more money than I'd ever seen in my life.
I'd be in the protection program.
I was out. I was free.
You can understand that.
Where's the money now?
We've got it. He was carrying it around.
Bury it with him.
I'm sorry, Frank!
Frank, I'm sorry!
When the D.A.'s office investigated...
the sudden death of Arty Clay...
they found that he left a $13 million estate.
How do you explain that?
Then there's Larry Wong, who owned half of Chinatown...
when he passed away.
Larry used to rent his tenements...
to Asian refugees, his own people, for $800 a month...
to share a single toilet on the same floor.
How about King Tito?
He had thirteen-year-old girls hooking for him on the street.
Those guys are dead...
because I don't want to make money that way.
Emil Zapa...
the Mata brothers, they're dead...
because they were running this city into the ground.
You expected to get away with killing all these people?
I spent half my life in prison.
I never got away with anything...
and I never killed anybody that didn't deserve it.
Who made you judge and jury?
Well, it's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
For the likes of Arty Clay and the rest of those bums...
you slap a tag on me for fifty thousand dollars?
You make me public enemy number one?
Is that some kind of joke?
I got a message for you and your friends.
You tell them...
I got a quarter-million dollar contract...
on anyone involved in this case.
Now we all get to know what it's like...
living without knowing when some asshole's...
gonna step outta the dark and blow your head off.
I want you to know what it's like to live that way.
You tell them what I said.
What makes you think you're gonna be around...
long enough to see that?
Where's the fucking phone?
We're not talking about me.
We're talking about taking over drug cartels.
You think ambushing me in some nightclub's...
gonna stop what makes people take drugs?
This country spends...
a hundred billion dollars a year on getting high...
and it's not because of me.
All that time I was wasting in jail...
it just got worse.
I'm not your problem.
I'm just a businessman.
Take out your piece.
Be careful.
The cuffs.
Cuff yourself to the chair.
It's a stupid thing to do, huh?
Sit down.
Put them on the chair.
Now you know what it's like.
Welcome to the circle.
White.
A man with a price on his head...
shouldn't ride the subway.
It's over. Let it go.
You let it go.
See this?
You want to see something?
How bad do you want me?
Don't worry, but don't move.
Frank, put the gun down.
And make it easy?
I've done things in my life you wouldn't even think about.
Why should you be different?
You got that gun. Use it. Come on.
No more stories, Frank.
Put the fucking gun down.
See this woman? Nice woman.
You have a family?
I don't want to hurt you...
but I will blow you away if I had to, understand?
Yes, sir.
Could you do that?
Leave her alone, Frank.
It's me and you.
You can't hide behind her forever.
I don't need forever.
Just drive.