American Gangster Page #2

Come on.

On the house

for our boys in uniform.

Thank you, sugar,

that's very kind.

Thank Frank.

Thanks, Frank.

Just relax.

You gonna have to boot this,

shoot a couple times.

Cops keep cutting it.

Selling the sh*t.

I won't say anything

cause the price is right.

But that sh*t in Nam

is way...

way...

heavy...

Didn't you see the jar, Frank?

I think you walked right past it.

The money jar.

What I gotta do?

Put a f***in sign on it?

What are you thinking?

You know,

Bumpy don't own 116th no more.

He don't own no real estate

in Harlem right now. I'm the landlord,

and the lease is 20 %.

Well, don't sell dope then, Frank.

Get a real job.

Need a f***in job, Frank?

Is that what you need?

You come work for me.

You can drive me around.

You open my doors.

Yes sir, no sir, right away sir.

Anything you want, Master Johnson.

I give you that, what do I got left?

Nothing.

out of business.

There are legitimate ways

of doing things,

and there's this way.

Not even Bumpy took 20 %.

Bumpy's f***in dead.

My man.

Doc! Let's go.

The drug problem in Vietnam

is more

than marijuana.

At this point,

it is estimated that one third

of American troops are experimenting

with opium and heroin.

The authorities say they've confiscated

large quantities of marijuana,

heroin, and pills.

Every person and every vehicle

going through the gates

is subject to a thorough shakedown.

Soldiers have access to the drugs

at many rest and relaxation spots

in Bangkok, Saigon, and other areas

throughout Vietnam and Thailand.

Officials say the easy availability

of relatively cheap cost

of high purity heroin

throughout Saigon and the Far East

is leading to an epidemic

of heroin addiction

among U.S. soldiers.

- Operator.

- Yeah, international.

- What city?

- Bangkok.

You know the country code?

Yeah, 376.

- For the first 3 minutes, it'll...

- I got it, I got it.

- Sawadeekap.

- Hello?

"Soul brothers".

Can I help you?

Nate!

- Do I know you?

- It's me.

- Who?

- Me, Frank! Your cousin, negro.

Go get yourself a new suit.

Look, I'm sorry.

Please, Richie.

Couldn't be avoided.

I'll take him next weekend, OK?

We're moving.

What? Where?

The St. Regis.

What do you care?

My sister's.

Your sister's. In Vegas?

- Yeah.

- You're not moving to Las Vegas.

Not with Michael.

What am I supposed to do with him?

Leave him with you?

There's a picture.

Hey, guys!

Be cool.

Laurie, Las Vegas

is not the kind of place

to raise a kid.

Oh, like this is a good environment?

And around your friends?

When am I supposed to see my boy?

This weekend, last weekeend.

I asked you nice to shut up, right?

Now I'll have to kill you.

I swear

I'll pull out my gun

and put a bullet in your f***in head!

Stop what you're doin,

and pick up the glass!

Calm down, man. Be cool.

He's f***in crazy.

You don't have a gun.

You sure?

You're crazy, Richie.

You don't have room for us.

I'll see you in court.

Come on, Michael!

Say bye to your dad.

Hey, kiddo!

See you next week.

We'll do something.

Let's get you an ice cream.

You have 10 minutes remaining.

Girl, don't talk.

I wanna do a little funk.

How much you want?

Tell him I want a 100 kis.

Ain't nobody I know

who can get you that much.

You have to piece it together

from different sources.

And it's not gonna be 100 % pure.

I don't want that.

I know what you don't want.

But you'll need to get

to the Chi-Chou syndicate, all right?

In Cholon, Saigon.

If they'll deal with you at all.

I understand, but

by then, it'll be too late.

It'll be already chopped up.

I want to get it where they get it from.

The source.

- And get it yourself?

- Why not?

I came this far.

- You'd go into the motherfuckin jungle?

- I'm in it. Look around,

They're eating these roaches,

whatever that is.

Nigga, I'm talking about snakes.

Tigers, Vietcongs, mosquitos

that'll f***in kill your ass.

- You wanna go into the jungle?

- We're going.

- F*** it, let's go.

- We're going.

Why not?

Hey, Frank.

This whole spot's locked down

by the Kuomintang.

General Chang Kai Chek's

defeated army.

How would you get it into the States?

You ain't got to worry about that.

- Who do you work for in there?

- Don't worry about that either.

Who are you really?

Frank Lucas,

like it says on my passport.

- I mean, who you represent?

- Me.

You think you're going to take

a 100 kilos of heroin into the U.S.

and you don't work for anyone?

Someone's going to allow that?

That's right.

After this first purchase...

if you're not killed

by Marseilles importers...

or their people in the States...

then, what?

Then there'll be more, much more.

I guarantee you.

And if it's all the same to you, I don't

have to drag my ass here no more.

Of course not.

My man.

- Soul brothers?

- Soul brothers.

Fifty grand. It'll cover them,

the pilot and the boys on the other end.

Give them a hundred.

Fifty will cover it.

Give them a hundred, the whole thing.

And look.

That's all I got.

If that dope don't arrive,

for any reason...

Listen.

Cousin or no cousin,

I'm a busy man, all right?

I got no time to go

to nobody's funeral.

I'll let you know

when it's in the air.

My man.

Richie?

F***in guy made me,

don't know how he did,

but he did.

He went for his gun!

I had to do it, man!

A hundred people out there heard

the shot. You gotta help me,

you gotta do something!

Where are you, Jay?

That's the problem.

Dispatch, I got a 10-13.

I got a 10-13.

Copy that. What's your 20?

Tower 2.

Floor 1G.

Canton West, in the projects.

- Identify yourself, please.

- Detective Richard Roberts.

Negative, I got no units in that area.

Bullshit.

Please put the call out again.

I'll need assistance.

Det. Roberts, I got no units

in that area, that's a negative.

Why you goin' thru, motherf***er?

Be cool!

Be cool, all right?

I'll find out what's going on in here.

Richie.

Open the motherfuckin door!

Where's your backup ?

You got no backup?

Why is that?

Bandage his neck.

- Richie, he's dead.

- I know he's f***in dead, right?

Bandage his neck, clean up his head.

Prop him up on the gurney

so he's sittin,

and open his f***in eyes.

- All right? Let's go!

- F***.

OK, clean him up.

Give me your gun.

Your gun!

You have your badge?

You guys ready?

Just keep moving forward.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

It's OK!

Injured man coming out.

Step back.

Let them do their job.

He'll be all right.

Step back.

That's fine.

That's it.

He's alive.

What happened inside?

Thanks, man.

F***.

The a**hole pulled a piece on me.

Can you f***in believe it?

He pulls a piece on a cop?

Had to do it, man.

Kill or be killed.

F***in crazy world, right?

What the f*** were you doing

on the projects?

Investigating stuff, man,

you know.

Just like you taught me.

Checking on guys,

following things up,

putting the pieces together.

The guy was a f***ing dealer.

Scum of the earth!

That guy

didn't pull a gun on a cop, Jay.

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