American Gangster Page #3

That guy pulled a gun on a junkie.

The junkie was trying to rob him.

What the f*** you sayin?

What the f*** you doin, man?

- What the f*** is that?

- That money's mine, man!

I earned this sh*t!

It's mine!

I earned it doing good cop work.

- I got it doin good cop work!

- You murdered him!

- And gettin shot at!

- You murdered the guy!

You murdered him,

you robbed his money,

then you called me to get you out.

Makes me an accessory after the fact.

I'll tell you the facts,

just write the report

the way i see it happened.

And then that's the way it is.

And that's how it'll all be.

I can't do that.

I'm a leper because I listened to you

and turned in a million bucks.

No one will work with me after that.

I can give up this sh*t, Richie!

That's easy.

Just write the report.

Between us.

As partners.

I can't do that.

Stop!

Open the trunk.

Get out!

Get out of Vietnam!

As loud as we can

that the Vietnam war should stop,

and that the best way to stop it

is for the United States

to simply pack up

and get out of Vietnam right now!

How are we looking?

Typically what I see

is 25 to 45 % pure.

There are no adulterants, no alkaloids,

no dilutents.

It's a hundred percent.

- May I?

- Take it with you.

Thank you, Frank.

I'll take it.

No contingencies, no loan,

no nothing.

Cash.

Fabulous.

Im not talking

about your proclivities.

Those I only know too well.

Im talking about being a cop.

You talking about taking money?

I don't do that.

Not my thing.

And your friends from the hood,

still hang out with them?

Yeah. Play baseball on the weekends.

Wise guys?

It's gonna look good.

Guys I went to school with, so what?

What about Joseph Sadano?

What about him?

Im just trying to understand

things your wife has said.

- If they're not true, tell me.

- Yeah, hes one of them.

Is he also your sons godfather?

He's definitely f***ing her.

Do you really care about this?

Or do you just not want her

to win ever?

You know there's an interview room?

On the second floor.

- That's what I thought.

- Door locks from the inside.

All rise!

F*** me like a cop, not a lawyer.

Don't answer!

- Richie Roberts.

- Hey, Norm!

- Richie Roberts.

- Hi, Det. Norman Riley.

- Hi, Norman. How are you?

- Good.

- Is that him?

- Yeah.

Nice night to come out, huh?

It's like Grand Central around here.

It's been like this.

I'm lucky if I get home by midnight.

It's like nothing we've seen before.

Something I gotta sign?

Yeah, this way.

I'm taking this with me.

I'll register it, all right?

America's public enemy number one

in the United States

is drug abuse.

In order

to fight and defeat this ennemy,

It is necessary to wage

a new all out offensive.

Federal authorities

have announced their intention

to establish special

narcotics bureaus in Washington

New York, Los Angeles, Chicago...

A detective without the support

of his fellow detectives

really can't do much.

You know why I don't have it.

Doesn't matter.

You do what you have to do.

The greatest city in the world

is turning into an open sewer.

Everybody's stealing.

Dealing.

You can't work

because you did your job!

Good news is you're not

the only honest cop in town.

This special narcotics bureau

in Washington

is not a dog and pony show.

They're sincere.

I know it because

they want us to orchestrate it

and I want you

to head up things here on our end.

If it's federal,

who do I answer to?

- Post office?

- You answer to me.

Me and the U.S. Attorney,

nobody else.

You never step foot

in a police station again,

work out at your own place.

You pick your own guys,

Guys that you know wouldnt

take a nickel off the sidewalk.

- Huey.

- Huey!

- What of what?

- Who's this?

Who you think, boy?

- Frank!

- Frank who?

Your brother, negro.

- That's right.

- Marvin!

- Where's Ma?

- What?

Where's...

Frank's on the phone!

How you doin, Frankie?

Frank, on the phone!

- Say what?

- Ma, Frank on the phone!

Oh, my Lord!

Yo, when?

You just say it, man.

I'll call you back

at 6 o'clock.

Get everybody together, all right?

Mama, everybody.

How you doin, Uncle Frank?

Get out of the car!

It's here.

Look at this!

My Lord!

So glad to see you, boy.

I'm telling you,

some piece of land you got here.

- I wonder what the Boro people'd say.

- And whose house is that?

That is your house, Mama.

- Mine?

- That's yours.

And who else?

Listen!

I wanna tell you how happy I am.

Seeing all my children at the table,

and the grand children

at the same time.

I'm so happy!

- Right on, Grandma!

- Enjoy yourselves.

I hope you got a job,

the way you eatin all this.

That boy, he got an arm on him.

A Major League arm.

- Oh yeah?

- Right?

Right on, Pop.

After dinner,

let's see him throw around a bit.

You can't catch him, man.

I'm telling you,

he throws harder than Gibson.

We're talking 95 miles an hour.

Can you catch him?

He'd go catch the grass.

He might have catched that thing

when I was about 5 years old.

Since then, he can't keep up.

This is your room.

Perfect.

Look at this.

It's beautiful.

Real beautiful, this.

How did you...

I had it made.

From memory.

You were 5 when they took it away.

- Right.

- How could you...

How could I forget, Mamma?

I thought you did.

It, it... is perfect.

It's all perfect.

I can't tell you

how much I love you.

I love you too, Mother.

It's okay.

Both these guys, good with wires.

They got solid informants.

They're honest.

And fearless.

They're insane, Richie,

like you.

Where are they?

That's Jones,

with the skinny white broad.

Best I've ever seen on the street.

He knows dope,

but he's together.

He's a stand up guy, all around.

That's Abruzzo

with the two black fat ones.

He loves a big ass, man.

He's a bulldog.

He don't f*** around,

he got a bit of a temper yeah, but,

you could trust this guy

with your grandma.

Listen.

We work together. You want me,

you got to take them, too.

When do we start?

The man I worked for

ran one of the biggest companies

in New York City for more than 50 years.

I was with him every day,

protected him, looked after him.

I learned from him.

Bumpy was rich,

but wasn't white man rich.

He wasn't wealthy.

He didnt own his own company.

He thought he did.

He just managed it.

White men owned it,

so they owned him.

Nobody owns me though.

- How you doin, babe?

- Good.

Cause I own my own company,

and my company sells a product

thats better than the competitions.

At a price thats lower

than the competitions.

What are we selling here?

How you doin, Red?

My brothers,

just got here from North Carolina,

Guys, this is Redtop.

- How you doin?

- And the ladies.

Nice family.

What? Ya'll niggas

never seen hoochie before?

Why they all naked?

So they can steal nothin.

Most important thing in business

is honesty.

Integrity, hard work.

Family.

Never forgetting

where we came from.

Thank you, Charlene.

See, you are what you are

in this world.

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