fighting a real professional.
This will be like a kid out of the Olympics...
That's gonna be Ali in three.
C'mon, cat, you dig it?
- You're fightin' Joe Frazier. - It's no depth, and besides the point.
He's on pot, man.
- Look at Frazier. - Ali's craftsman, baby.
- I'll stop you. - Stop me? You?
How soon? What round?
- No, don't let him obligate you. - 1 to 10.
You'll be out. I'll win.
Time out. March 8, 1971.
Here we are at Madison Square Garden for the fight of the century.
And by anybody's definition, this is a happening.
There are handshakes, and of course,
there are utterly beautiful women.
But behind the smiles and the handshakes,
you can feel the atmosphere so heavy with tension
it's almost unbearable.
Everybody's who's anybody is here.
Like Sinatra, like Graziano.
David Roth and Diahann Carroll. Woody Allen and Diane Keaton.
The celebrities are pouring in.
The way you all build it up, Life Magazine cover,
Time Magazine, everybody gives their opinion.
Joe Louis here says I'll lose.
When Joe Louis says I'm gonna lose, I know I feel wonderful.
Joe Louis always picks the wrong man.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!
Not watching the fight, Bob?
I'm not into boxing.
It ain't boxing, kid.
It's politics.
I got something for you too.
A coat? For me?
Do you like it?
The coat? Yeah, it's nice.
What do you think?
- Yeah. - You sure?
Over here, Sammy!
Hey, Sammy, get 'em up!
Joe Louis, over here!
How's it goin, Frank?
Ladies and gentlemen,
we have quite a list of introductions.
We are now going to introduce people
from all endeavors of life.
And not just show people,
because everyone's in here tonight.
Let's go, take your seats now. C'mon!
Main event.
- Here they come! - Ali!
Fifteen rounds for the undisputed
Heavyweight
Championship of the World!
Go, Ali!
From Louisville, Kentucky,
- he's wearing red trunks. - Champ!
- This is Frank Lucas. - He weighs 213 pounds.
Here is Muhammad
Ali!
His opponent
from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
he's wearing green trunks.
Who's that laughing with Cattano?
How'd he get so fuckin' close to the ring?
The heavyweight
champion of the world,
Joe Frazier!
You gonna keep that hat on all night? I'll miss the fight.
You paid for it.
Joe, over here!
This guy's a supplier at most, or just a pimp.
- Otherwise we'd know about him. - His tickets were phenomenal.
Better seats than Dominic Cattano.
Joe Louis shook his hand.
Who the fuck is this guy?
What's this?
That's the plate of the limo.
Check with the company who rented it.
Right there, Mr. Lucas! Right there.
Picture here!
Looking good, Frank!
Congratulations!
She's the most beautiful bride I've ever seen.
That's my sunshine right there, Mr. Williams.
I wish Bumpy could've met her.
Get a picture.
Now come here, baby.
- What's happening? - Sit tight.
Congratulations, Frank.
Detective.
You're sure you did the right thing? I mean, she's a beautiful
- girl and all. Don't get me wrong. - Hey, listen.
Before you say anything about me or my wife,
understand this is the most important day of my life.
I understand,
a man walks around in a $50,000 chinchilla coat
and never even bought me a cup of coffee...
there's something wrong there.
You pay your bills, Frank?
- Don't know what you're sayin. - Pay your bills?
If you're not getting your share, you should go talk to your chief.
What's my share? Cause you don't fuckin' know me.
- Maybe I am special. - You are special.
Do you see that right there?
Special Investigations Unit.
Special.
Get it?
Ten grand, first of each month,
deliver right here.
- Are you done? - Yeah, I'm done.
Don't forget your card. Have a fuckin' nice honeymoon.
Let's go.
His name is Frank Lucas,
originally from Greensboro, North Carolina.
Couple of arrests years ago, gambling and unlicensed firearm.
For fifteen years, he was Bumpy Johnson's driver.
Bodyguard and collector.
He was with him when he died.
He's got five brothers.
He's the oldest.
And a lot of cousins.
They all live up here now,
spread throughout the five boroughs in Jersey.
The brothers are Dexter,
- What can I do for you? - In Brooklyn, a dry cleaner.
Picking up.
Melvin in Queens has a custom furniture and fire door business.
- This one here? - Right there.
Terrence in Newark has a hardware store.
Turner in the Bronx has a tire shop.
And Huey Lucas in Bergen County has a body shop.
Is there a manager here?
- That's my price. - I'll take it somewhere else.
These businesses are the distribution and collection points
for Frank's dope, and Frank's money.
Everything about Frank's life seems unpretentious,
orderly and legitimate.
Starts early, gets up at 5 am.
Has breakfast in a diner in Harlem every morning
usually by himself. Then starts work.
Takes a meeting with the accountant, or his lawyer.
At night, he usually stays at home,
and if he does go out,
it's to one of two clubs, or a handful of restaurants with his new wife.
Ball players, friends
musicians, never, never, organized crime guys.
Sundays, he takes his mother to church.
Then he drives out and he changes the flowers
on Bumpy's grave. Every Sunday no matter what.
Not your typical day in the life
of a dope man, Richie.
Bumpy's life wasn't typical either, and he ran Harlem for years.
You're saying that Frank Lucas replaced Bumpy Johnson?
- Yeah. - His driver?
Sounds a little far-fetched.
But is it? Because everything he does...
Handing out turkeys.
He does the same as Bumpy would've done.
Who was Bumpy most likely to teach?
The guy he sees every day.
It's like a Sicilian family.
He structured his organization
to protect him in the same way.
And if he was with Bumpy for so long,
that means he would've spent a lot of time with Italians,
definitively long enough to learn that much.
But here's the thing.
I don't think it's Frank Lucas we're after.
Who we want is whoever Lucas is working for.
Whoever is bringing the heroin in.
Okay.
So, what do you have on him that'll stick in court?
Because this isn't it.
Without powder, without informants,
no one's going to jail.
That's understood, Sir, I don't think we'll get
informants, not from inside the family.
Unless we get very, very lucky.
That's it down there.
Let's all join hands.
Lord, we thank you for this food
we're about to receive the nourishment of our bodies.
Fill our souls with heavenly grace,
in Jesus' name, and for his sake.
- Amen. - Amen!
It's OK.
Come on.
It's OK.
- Better ready yourself. - C'mon, big man, throw the ball.
- C'mon. - Get yourself ready, ol' man.
C'mon, now.
I'm going to set your ass in the grass, Uncle Melvin.
Watch your mouth, boy, and throw the ball.
Damn, Uncle Melvin, I gonna pitch that out field.
Come here.
Sit down.
Uncle Frank.
What's happenin'?
How you doin?
Cool.
Want a drink?
- You know better than that. - Just checking.
Why didn't you show up for that meeting?
I set it up with the Yankees and Billy Martin.
Why didn't you show up?
Don't lie to me.
I don't want to play ball no more.
- I decided. - What you mean, decided what?
- I don't want it. - What you talkin' about?
You play since you was little,
you're ready for the pros, what do you...
We got a problem.
What do you want?
I want what you got, Uncle Frank.
I want to be you.
My man!
- Welcome, Frank. - How you doin, Nick?
It's all great, welcome.
- I need to talk to you. - Right, c'mon.
Yeah, everybody's good, everybody's happy,
Charlie, Baz, the Italians, johnny law,
everybody's happy except you.
I don't get why you have to take something that's
perfectly good,
and mess it up.
See, brand name,
brand name means something, you understand?
Shut the fuck up!
Go ahead. Sorry about that bullshit.
Blue Magic.
That's a brand name.
Like Pepsi, that's a brand name.
I stand behind it, I guarantee it.
They know that even if they don't know me
any more than the chairman of General Mills.
- What the fuck you talkin' about? - What I'm talking about is when you
chop my dope down to 1, 2, 3, 4, 5%,
and then call it Blue Magic,
that's trademark infringement, understand?
With all due respect, if I buy something I own it.
That ain't true.
I buy a car, I can paint the motherfucker.
But you don't have to, that's what I'm saying to you,
it's good enough the way it is. You can make enough money of it
the way it is just by calling it Blue Magic.
More than that is greed, son!
What you want? That I change the name?
I'd have to insist that you change the name.
Fine by me,
I'll call it Red Magic.
- Even if it don't sound as good. - Name it what you want.
Put a choker on it, motherfucker,
and call it Blue Dogshit, know what I mean?
Just don't let me catch you doing this again.
"Catch me", "infringement", "insist"?
I don't like these words as much as "please",
"thank you, sorry to bother you Nicky,"
these are better words to use when you come to my club uninvited.
Hear me?
My man.
Shit.
Fuck, is that cops there?
It's all right.
What the hell they gonna do, give us a ticket?
Stuff's in the car, Frank.
- What? - Some of it is in the trunk.
- How you doin, Frank? - Good, how was your Thanksgiving?
Not so good as a matter of fact. Get out of the car.
- Give me the keys. - Where's the Shelby at?
It's gone. Stay right there.
Yes, sir, right here.
Got anything worth lookin' at?
That's the Trupo guy.
- Is that him? - Yeah.
Fuckin' prick.
Come here a minute, Frank.
What we gonna do about this?
Nothing, close it up, throw it back in, everybody go home.
Have some pumpkin pie, warm apple cider.
I got a better idea.
Or would you rather me throw you and your bro in the river?
Or would you rather your house blows up next time?
- I loved that car. - I know.
What's he doin?
Shakedown.
Somebody's getting some money for the benevolent funk.
Sorry, Frank.
Go on, get in the car.
All right, you call me back.
INS, IRS, FBI,
can't get a damn thing out of them.
Cause they all think you're on the take.
And you think they are.
I don't think they want this to stop.
He employs too many people.
Judges, lawyers, cops, politicians, prison guards,
probation officers.
His dope stops flowing in, a hundred thousand people lose their job.
What the fuck is a microwave?
It's a scientific force, like atomic energy.
It rearranges the molecules.
- Of what? - Of what...
Of popcorn.
Of your head. Stick it in, go on.
I can get you one of those.
Brand new, just like this.
I'll have it delivered.
No, thank you.
- Where is that? - Aspen, we just got back.
- Great time. You know who we met? - Who?
Burt Reynolds.
I'm not kidding.
Hollywood people go up there, they're buying up everything.
This is your place?
You know what it's worth?
Ski in, ski out, five bedrooms,
sauna, everything.
We were guests.
It's your place.
Isn't there something we can do
about leaving the big guy alone?
You know what I mean.
I don't report what you just said, then I can get in a lot of trouble.
I do report it, and the trouble is yours.
Hoping you won't do that.
C'mon, I am not taping it.
How do you know? Because we're friends.
- I'm telling you, this is a real offer. - From who?
Your uncle?
Why would you do this? Why risk our friendship?
Because...
I care what happens to you.
You shouldn't have done it.
I had too, I had no choice, neither do you, Richie!
You don't have a choice! Just leave
Frank Lucas alone!
Frank Lucas?
Tell Maria I had to leave, I'm sorry.
Tell her why.
- Talk! - Don't shoot!
- Are you Richie Roberts? - Yes, so what?
It's been served. Sorry.
Laurie.
I'm sorry I never gave you the kind of life you wanted.
I'm sorry it was never enough.
Don't punish me for being honest.
Don't take my boy away.
What? Are you saying...
that because you were honest
and didn't take money like every other cop, I left you?
No, you don't take money
for one reason.
To buy being dishonest about everything else.
It's worse than taking money nobody gives a shit about!
Drug money, gambling money nobody's gonna miss.
I'd rather you took it and been honest with me!
Or don't take it, I don't care, but don't go cheating on me!
Or on your kid by never being around.
Don't go out and get laid by your snitches,
and your secretaries and strippers!
I can tell by just looking she's one of 'em.
You think you're going to Heaven cause you're honest.
But you're not!
You're going to the same hell as the crooked cops you can't stand!
All rise!
Please, be seated.
Ms. Dickerson.
Before the court renders its opinion,
is there anything else you'll like to be heard on?
Yes, your honor.
Your Honor, a lot has been said here today about
how unsavory Mr. Roberts' environment is for a child.
How dangerous it is.
We tell him to protects us.
We give him that responsibility but then
say "Oh, we don't trust you to raise a child."
- "We don't think you're fit for that." - I'm not.
You're right.
Being around me is no place for a kid.
You take him to Vegas. I'll come see him when I can.
Your Honor, I want to apologize for wasting the court's time.
Doc.
I see him.
Here he is.
What's going on?
Champagne?
- Merry Xmas, detectives! - For us?
Yeah, enjoy that.
Fellas, have a good time.
Good stuff.
The South Vietnamese troops conducted air strikes
on communist positions inside the city.
Paying all of johnny law, that's one thing.
I got no problem with that, I've been...
paying off the police since I was ten,
putting more of their kids to college than the National Merit Award.
Give me one of them rounded.
This is different though.
This Special Investigative Unit, that's their problem,
- they think they're special. - Fucking crooks.
- No code of ethics. - What do you think?
Looks great. It's beautiful.
Good.
The police, that's not what I'm worrying about.
I'm seeing cars where I never seen 'em before.
- People I don't know. - Yeah, me too.
- Merry Xmas, Charlie. - Thank you.
- I love you. - I love you too.
Take this.
A quick toast and I'll be off.
- We're gonna have a great time. - That's right, chica.
Mr. Lucas. Enjoy your evening.
It's all clear.
- Who is that? - It's Nicky. You see him?
Yeah, I see him.
Just keep going.
- Around back? - Hell, no,
I ain't sneaking in my own club.
Incredible.
Increhible.
Come on.
Hold on.
What?
I want to wait in the car.
I got it, I'll wait for this.
- Get that yellow sauce. - Yellow sauce.
And the chicken, the Kung Pao chicken.
Can you turn the heater on?
Shit. I'm gonna go get the keys.
- Doc, give me the key. - Here you go.
Doc!
Get out!
You're okay?
Shit!
- Come on. - Are you all right?
Let's go.
Was it Nicky?
We'll go right now fuckin' kill him whether it was or not,
you say the word, Frankie.
We got to do something.
- We can't just sit here. - We're leaving.
- Everybody, get out. - You all right?
Go on home. It's Xmas time, you gotta be with your family.
Go on, be with your kids.
Where we gonna go? Spain? Somewhere in China?
Sit down, tell me where you want to go.
We can go anywhere we want.
- We can live anywhere. - Where?
And do what? Run? Hide?
Frank Lucas don't run from nobody, baby.
We ain't going nowhere, we stay here, this is my home.
This is where my business is, my wife, my mother,
my family, my country. I ain't going nowhere.
I am running from nobody.
This is America.
And you ain't going away either.
A ceasefire, internationally supervised,
will begin at 7 pm
this Saturday, January 27, Washington time.
Call you back.
Within 60 days from this saturday...
What are you doing?
So...
From what I hear, a Corsican mob took a shot at Frank.
The French Connection, Fernando Rey,
the exporters that Frank has put out of business.
I can take care of him in New York.
I just don't want to worry every time he drives across the bridge to Jersey
someone's gonna take another shot at him.
You and I gotta start working together.
We need to step up our efforts.
Next time, their aim could be better.
We need to keep this cash cow alive.
What the fuck you're doing here?
You actually gonna arrest Frank Lucas?
- What's the matter with you? - What, you don't know?
Everybody in New Jersey is crazy.
You know what we do here?
Cops arrest bad guys.
Before you get on that bridge again,
you should call me first.
To make sure it's safe.
"I'm gonna enlighten some of my friends, I can guarantee you peace of mind."
That's what you told me, Dominic.
"I can guarantee you peace of mind!"
I don't feel so peaceful!
They tried to kill my wife!
Who was that?
Maybe one of your people.
- I don't know yet. - You don't?
You don't know.
I'll tell you what I know, maybe I should just...
put 500 guns out there on the street,
start shooting up people just to make a point.
It was a junkie, or it was a rival.
Some dumb ass kid trying to make a name for himself.
Someone you forgot to pay off.
Someone you slighted without even realizing it.
Could be someone you put out of business.
For being so successful. Look at you!
Success,
it's got enemies. Lots of enemies.
The success took a shot at you.
What you gonna do? Kill it?
You gonna become unsuccessful?
We can be successful and have enemies, right?
Or be unsuccessful too, and have friends.
That's the choice we make.
The final evacuation of military and diplomatic personnel
continued throughout the night as North Vietnamese troops
marched on Saigon. The imminent fall of the city
has brought chaos and a growing sense of desperation...
- Operator. - Bangkok 367, international.
One moment, please.
Sawadeekap.
- Nate. - Hey Frank, what's up?
What's going on over there?
- It's all over. - Yeah, I'm watchin' the news.
- What the hell's going on? - The game's over, Frank.
It's done. Everybody going home baby. Give peace a chance.
Well now, I'm not... Listen to me. I want two thou'.
I want 2,000 ki's in the air.
It's impossible, Frank.
- All our resources are going home. - Tell you what. I'm on my way there.
- Right now? - Yeah.
Spear, wake the fuck up!
What?
- Where do you think you're goin? - Don't hurt me, Jimmy!
- Jesus, fuck! - Police!
- Drop the gun, Jimmy! - Drop it!
- Let me see your hands! - Drop the fuckin' gun!
I'm not playing, I'll blast your fuckin' head!
Don't shoot!
I got your gun,
and I got your prints.
You know what you got?
You got attempted murder.
Eighteen fucking years!
Attempted murder is the same as murder, that's Grand Jury.
Now the Grand Jury could come back favorably.
It could be reduced to manslaughter.
Maybe even self defense.
Depends on how we want to deal with you.
You see where this is fucking going?
Let's say you beat it.
What do you think your cousin Frank'll think?
He'll know that at some point in time,
we sat you down and talked to you like this.
And then you go to court and you beat attempted murder?
What he's gonna think? Is he stupid?
- Is your cousin Frank stupid? - Answer him!
No, he's gonna assume that you talked.
But right now, Frank doesn't know.
You want Frank to read this in the papers?
Or you just wanna walk out of here?
No bail, no trial,
no jail, just walk out of here today.
Your choice.
Opium plants are hearty enough
to outlive any war.
They'll still be here long after the troops are gone.
What are you going to do for transportation
when the last US plane goes home?
I'll figure something out.
You'll see me again, that's for sure.
It's not in my best interest to say this, Frank...
but quitting while you're ahead
is not the same as quitting.
Go get him.
- Whenever you want to, baby. - A second.
It's Frank.
Newark.
short-term
parking lot 3.
Short-term lot 3.
It is the Mustang, right?
OK, what's the plate number?
K
- A. - KA.
76
0
All right.
There's no short-term lot 3 in Newark.
- They got letters, A, B,C, D. - I know!
Maybe he means a time, 3 o'clock?
This is no Jersey plate.
Nor a New York one.
KA 760.
Kilo Alpha?
A plane tail number?
Kilo Alpha 760.
You check commercial planes, you guys private planes.
Everything, from a little Cessna
to the biggest fuckin' jet, alright?
Check the military planes. Where you going? Stay there.
Sit down!
Captain?
Richie Roberts, Essex County.
I know you're expecting us.
Here's our warrant.
We're looking on the plane.
- Wait. - Scotty, stop all these soldiers,
check their bags, everyone of 'em.
No knock, warrant.
Go ahead, start upstairs.
- Where are they going? - Step this way.
Ma'am, please sit down.
What is this?
Hold it! Stop!
Nothing leaves this area, all right? Slow down with this.
- Stop these trucks. - Hold on.
Everything off the walls, pull it all down.
That thing's a monster.
- What is this? - Nothing goes out till we've checked it.
All right, Captain? Nothing.
We're gonna take the plane down, look at the trucks.
Every man here gets searched. Read the warrant, Sir.
Your husband's illustrious career is over.
The Feds are going to come in and take everything.
They gonna take it all.
But not before I get my gratuity.
So, where's the money?
What money?
What money, you ask?
The getaway money
that Frank and every other gangster keeps in his house.
If you leave now, there's a chance Frank might not kill you.
Shut up! Sit down!
Sit down!
...plan the evacuation of all remaining US combat forces from Vietnam.
News that come too late for some,
as here on the solemn tarmac at Dover Air Force Base,
this C-130 loaded down with its sorrowful cargo,
a cargo of America's bravest and best,
en route to their final resting places.
You guys, take this coffin down.
- Open it. - I'm not doing that.
Great barking dog, huh?
You stop this. Right now!
My warrant gives me permission to examine this plane.
The plane and its cargo.
But you don't have my permission.
I don't need it, Captain.
Easy! Easy!
Move out of the way.
Damn!
That's enough!
Stay with the coffins. Don't let 'em out of your sight.
Got it.
Help me out with this.
That was a military transport plane.
If there was heroin onboard, someone in the military would have
to be involved, which means that even as it fights a war
that's claimed 50,000 American lives,
the military is smuggling narcotics.
That is how this event today will be interpreted.
That someone employed by this Office believes that the US Army
is in the drug trafficking business,
and is trying to prove it by desecrating the remains
of young men who've given their lives in the defense of democracy!
- There's dope on that plane. - Shut the fuck up!
Is it any wonder then,
because of your actions,
the entire federal narcotics program is now in jeopardy of being dismantled
as completely and enthusiastically
as that fucking transport plane?
That's what you've accomplished Mr. Roberts. Single-handedly.
I had good information
the target of my investigation was bringing dope in on that plane.
- And that target is? - Frank Lucas.
- Who? - His name is Frank Lucas.
Who's Frank Lucas? Who's he work for? Which family?
He's not Italian. He's black.
Is that supposed to be some kind of a joke?
You're this close to the end of your career in law enforcement
and you're making jokes?
My investigation indicates
that Frank Lucas is above the mafia in the dope business.
My investigation also indicates that Frank Lucas
buys direct from a source in Southeast Asia,
he cuts out the middlemen, and uses US military planes
and personnel to transport pure No. 4
heroin into the United States, and he's been doing so,
on a regular basis, since 1969!
I have cases against every member
- of his organization. - His organization?
No fucking nigger has accomplished what the American Mafia hasn't
in a hundred years!
And you'd know that how?
Cause your head is stuck up your fuckin ass?
Lou, do me a favor, get this fucking kike out of here.
Kike?
Make it stick.
Spearman's with the coffins, about a quarter mile away.
Doctor!
What?
Fucking Trupo came by the house. It's bad.
I need to speak with you a minute, please.
- Sit down just a minute. - I have to go.
Would you come back a little later?
- Thank you. - Ma, I gotta go.
- Just a few words. - Listen to me, I got...
Please sit down. Just a few words.
I've been thinking about some things.
If you had been a preacher,
your brothers would have been preachers.
If you had been a soldier, they'd be soldiers, you know that.
They all came here because of you.
- You called and they came, right? - Right.
That's because they look up to you.
They always expect you to know what's best.
But even they know...
you don't shoot cops!
Even I know that.
- Heaven knows it. - Right.
The only one who doesn't seem to know is you!
- All right, Ma. - It's...
I promise you I won't shoot anyone.
I never asked you where all this came from.
- cause I didn't want to hear you lie. - Don't you worry about it.
- I gotta go. - Don't lie to me!
Don't do that.
- Come on. - Do you want to...
make things so bad
for your family that they'll leave you?
- Cause they will. - I understand.
She will leave
- you. - All right.
I will leave you.
Coffins on the move, Richie.
We want the transport coffins, not the ceremonial ones.
Who are these guys?
What does it say?
- Bayo Custodial Services? - Bayon?
Bayon Cleaning Services?
Looks like that. Get it on camera, Al.
Bingo.
Holy shit, that's the baseball kid.
- Oh yeah, that's Stevie Lucas. - So, what you wanna do?
Follow the trucks?
No, I want to stay here with the Lucas kid.
We'll follow that van.
You guys better eat up, we'll have a long night.
More precious that gold, man. This is more precious than gold.
A couple more, let's go. Stack that up!
Take it.
- Take it. - Give me a second.
Hey yo, we got four caskets left. Let's make some money here.
- They're loading in there. - What the fuck they're loadin'?
- That's the dope. - That's gotta be it.
That's gotta be.
Let's go.
Let's move.
Lou, it's Richie.
Get everybody in place.
- Everybody. - You're sure this is it?
I'm positive, OK?
They're cutting and bagging
in the south tower of the Stephen Crane projects right now.
Are you sure this is it? You're positive?
Positive, Lou, I'm positive, okay?
Everything's ready to go, all the guys are ready to go,
just push the button, gimme the warrant, okay?
Okay, you got it.
- I got the warrant. - All right.
Let's go!
Move.
- Ma'am, what's your name? - What's going on?
Get down! Down, motherfucker!
Let's go, Al.
C'mon.
C'mon, move it.
All set.
Roger.
Here you go.
C'mon!
At target.
Spearman, stand by.
I got civilians on the target floor.
What?
Fuck, here you go.
Hey, Tim.
Girl, put some clothes on.
You'll catch a cold out here walking like this.
What's happenin, Suzie?
Where you goin?
Come on.
I'll get it.
Where's Tim?
Quiet, kid.
Yo, some sandwiches for the boys, man.
Where is Tim?
Tim's always playing around.
Hey man!
You got some Blue Magic?
Fucking junkie.
Yo, handle that!
C'mon, I got money, man!
You know me, baby!
C'mon, I need that Blue Magic, man!
It's me, baby!
You know me, I got money.
Get outta here. Fuckin' junkie!
Police!
- Drop it! - Get down!
- Drop your gun! - Don't do it!
Scotty!
- Freeze! - Police!
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Nobody moves!
Don't let 'em get away!
Fuckin' move!
I wanna see your hands! All the hands!
Police!
Down! Get down!
Stay the fuck there!
What the hell?
Stay down! Down, motherfucker!
Hands!
Out of home, baby.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
You all wait right here.
Lucas, please step back inside.
Please, step inside.
Respectfully, please, step inside. Thank you.
Stay back!
Yo, the pigs.
NYPD, everybody stay still.
Turner! Go!
"Dead servicemen..."
"Dead servicemen trying to defend our country..."
Ladies and gentlemen, at this stage of the proceedings, the counsels
are ready for their opening statements.
For the prosecution,
Mr. Roberts will proceed
with his opening statement first.
Mr. Roberts!
Are you ready to proceed?
Yes, your Honor.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
The State will show, and you will hear
that Frank Lucas is the most dangerous man
walking the streets of our city.
You all get on out. Let me
talk to Mr. Richie alone.
C'mon, I pay you by the hour, not by the minute.
Thank you.
You ain't wearin' a wire?
I was talking to my lawyers, they said something I can't believe.
Did you really
find a million dollars in the trunk of a car
- and then turn it in? - Yeah.
You did that for real, huh? My man!
Good for you. Shit...
You know johnny law got the dough, right?
- Maybe. - Ain't no "maybe", Mr. Richie.
You know he got it. You turned that money in,
he took it, and you ain't gettin' nothin' for it, did you?
Why did you do that?
- It was the right thing to do. - It's true.
Good answer, it was the right thing. The question I have
that I've been asking myself is would you do it again?
That's a lot of money and a long time ago.
Many car payments ago. Many child support payments ago.
So I said to myself the only way to find out is to find out.
Bribery,
extortion, murder,
racketeering...
If you would give me an address,
I'll make sure the car's there, and the money's in that trunk.
No, thanks.
You sure?
C'mon now, what you think, that impresses me?
You think you're better than them, you're no better than them other cops,
You're the same as them.
You are them.
Let me ask you this.
Do you really think that putting me behind bars
will change anything on the streets?
Them dope fiends are going to shoot it, steal from it, and die for it.
Putting me in or out won't change anything.
- That's the way it is. - Right, so what we got, Richie?
We got me and you sitting here.
You got that snitch ass driving for my brother,
you got a little bit of powder.
You gonna need more than that.
I got possession, supply, conspiracy...
bribing a law officer.
I got people attesting to seeing you kill in cold blood.
I got your offshore bank accounts,
your real estate, your businesses.
All bought with money from heroin.
I got hundreds of parents of dead kids
addicts who OD'ed on your product, and that's my story for the jury,
that's how I make it all stick. This man murdered thousands of people.
And he did it from a penthouse, driving a Lincoln.
besides that, you got nothing to worry about.
That's pretty good, but that's why we go to court, right?
Cause I got witnesses too.
I got celebrities, I got sport figures,
I got Harlem, Richie.
I took care of Harlem, so it's gonna take care of me, you can believe that.
- I got more than that. - What you got?
I got a line of people wanting to testify against you
that stretches out the door and around the block.
- Bullshit. - You damaged a lot of lives, Frank.
I got the Mazzano crime family. You put them out of business.
I got nothin' to do with 'em. They got nothin' to do with me.
They got everything to do with you. Know why?
Why?
Because apart from the fact they hate you,
- they hate what you represent. - I don't represent nothing
- but Frank Lucas. - You sure?
A black businessman like you.
You represent progress.
The kind that's gonna see them lose a lot of money.
With you out of the way,
everything can return to normal.
My man.
You know what normal is to me?
I ain't see normal since I was 6 years old.
Normal is seeing the police ride up to my house,
dragging my 12 year old cousin out and tying him to a pole.
Shoving a shotgun in his mouth so hard they bust his teeth.
Then they bust two shotgun shells in his head, knocking it off.
That's what normal is to me.
Didn't give a fuck about no...
police then. Don't give a fuck about no police now.
Shit.
You can do whatever you wanna do.
So it don't mean nothing to me for you to show up tomorrow
with your head blown off, you understand?
Hey, Frank.
Get in line,
That one stretches around the block, too.
All right.
What you wanna do?
You know what you gotta do.
What you want me to do? Snitch?
I know you don't want no cops. What you want? Gangsters?
Pick one.
Jew gangsters, mick gangsters, guineas?
They been bleeding Harlem dry since they got off the boat.
I don't give a fuck about no crime figures.
You can have them.
I'll take them too.
You'll take them too?
No you didn't.
You talkin' about police? You want police?
- You want your own kind? - They're not my kind.
They're in business with you, they ain't my kind.
They ain't my kind like the Italians are not yours.
What can you promise me, Richie?
I can promise you, you lie about one name...
You'll never get out of prison.
You lie about one dollar, one offshore account.
You'll never get out of prison.
You can live life rich in jail
the rest of your boring days,
or be poor outside for some of them.
That's what I can promise you.
I want them cops, Richie.
That's what I want, I want them cops
that took money out of my pockets.
Him too.
All right.
Hey, Spearman.
These guys are all connected on the grid.
This guy here, he's in uniform.
Police officers were arrested today on charges of taking bribes
- from drug traffickers. - Well done, Jimmy!
The investigation into police corruption
has swept through New York drug enforcement ranks,
broadened today with the arrest...
You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.
In what's being called the city's largest police corruption scandal,
32 more officers were indicted today in federal court on bribery charges.
These police officers
will face stiff prison terms
say federal prosecutors, if found guilty.
A report by federal investigators into New York's
ever widening police corruption scandal
claims that more than half of the city's officers
assigned to drug enforcement
have engaged in some form of corruption.
...narcotics squad,
S.I.U.,
has led to the arrest of 4 New York detectives today.
Convicted of extortion,
members of New York City's Special Investigations Narcotics Unit
will face sentencing today, in federal court.
McNamara, Vendazzo,
Trupo.
You are special.
It's good work, Frank.
You know...
You don't want a drink or somethin'?
To celebrate.
You got any holy water?
Check your property.
Sign right here.