American Gangster Page #4

That's either one of two things.

Either you're somebody.

Or nobody.

I'll be right back.

I need this fresh,

cause if I come back here,

you'll know what it is.

- You don't play that.

- I hear you,

you won't have to come back.

There will be no problem.

Where's my money?

Redtop gave you the package,

you supposed to hand me my money.

Here's a jar right here.

- You got the jar?

- That's right.

Get the f*** outa here...

What you gonna do?

What the f*** you gonna do?

What you doin?

You wanna shoot me,

in front of everybody?

Huh? Come on!

Sh*t.

Here you go.

So, what was I sayin?

This is the newly formed

Essex County narcotics squad.

Our mandate is to make major arrests.

No street guys.

We're looking for the suppliers

and the distributors.

Heroin, cocaine, amphetamines.

No grass under 1,000 pounds.

No powder under 40 kilos.

Less than that,

someone else can waste their time.

We'll be handling big shipments,

big money,

and big temptation.

I heard a story about you.

That you found

a million $ in unmarked cash.

And you gave that sh*t back.

Is that true?

Yeah, I did.

Anyone got a problem with that?

So do I.

I think about it everyday.

I should be down in Florida with

a 68 full cruiser dual, fishing sharks.

- You and me both.

- But you know...

I didn't, so here I am, and...

We'll try to land

some other kinda sharks.

- All right?

- Bingo.

See that?

And this stuff is everyday's stuff.

But this Blue Magic,

twice the potency.

The purest thing

I've ever seen in the street.

Strong enough to smoke.

That's for those suburban

white kids scared of needles.

You paid 10 bucks for that?

And it's everywhere,

on every corner.

So how's that possible?

Who can afford to sell sh*t

twice as good for half as much?

Hey man, good to see you!

- Doin good?

- Yeah, just got back

from a trip to the south of France.

Know what I'm sayin?

Here you go!

Who is that?

Ladies and gentlemen.

The Proud Bomber, the champ.

Mr. Joe Louis!

Who's that with Joe?

Miss Puerto Rico.

Puerto Rico?

- She a beauty queen.

- Real. The beauty queen.

My main man.

Excuse us for a minute, please.

Sure, Frank.

Thank you.

What's goin on?

What you smiling about?

- I dunno.

- What is this?

What's what?

- What?

- Come here.

What's that you wearin?

What's what?

That, what you got on?

A very, very, very nice suit.

Very, very nice suit, huh?

That's a clown suit,

a costume, man,

with a big sign that says:

"Arrest me".

Understand? You too loud,

you're making too much noise.

Look at me.

The loudest one in the room

is the weakest one in the room,

I tell you that.

- You tryin to be like Nicky Barnes?

- What's the problem with him?

- I like him.

- I got no problem. You like him?

You wanna be like him?

You wanna be Superfly?

You wanna work for him?

Share a jail cell with him?

Cook for him?

- He wants to talk to you.

- So, you talkin to him about me now?

What about?

- It ain't like that.

- Then what is it?

- Your name came up.

- About what?

I don't know, I told him I'd tell you.

You know, boy...

If you wasn't my bro', I'd kill you.

You know that?

I'd blow your f***in brains out.

- Don't be like that.

- I'm taking you shoppin this week.

- I can do it alone.

- I can tell.

You still owe me that dance.

Doc, come on.

Frank.

Check this.

- How you doing?

- Hi.

- Frank Lucas.

- Eva Jendo.

Nice to meet you, Eva.

Nice to meet you, Frank.

You're Frank,

and this is your place.

That's right, I'm Frank

and this is my place.

Why is it called Small's?

Why not Frank's?

When you own something,

you call it what you want.

Small's.

Or Frank's.

Frankie Small's.

Small's Frankie.

That's right.

You want to let my hand go?

Okay.

You're leaving?

No, I was going to my table.

You need someone to go with you?

Yes?

Wash your hand?

I got one print of that.

You'll smudge it.

- Here you go.

- What about him?

- Who's that?

- Joey Sadano.

Don Cattano's nephew.

- Put him up there by the big man

- He looks like you, Abruzzo.

- Not as handsome.

- Looks more like your sister.

- Where's Ice Pick Paul?

Funny. You guys should

take that show on the road.

So we need...

Ice Pick Paul.

There you go.

He goes near the top.

No, Ice Pick Paul is a soldier,

this guy is a lieutenant.

"...you have passed the

New Jersey Bar Examination."

That guy is a soldier.

This guy's a lieutenant.

No way he's on top.

You're thinking Benny the Bishop.

Benny Two Socks,

- Cattano's deadbeat son-in-law.

- Jonesy's right.

Which one of you has actually seen

Ice Pick Paul selling drugs?

Actually,

- seen it go down?

- Yeah, seen it go down,

been in his place,

seen him handle drugs?

That rat Rickie has told us.

He's f***in dead!

About 4 weeks ago.

He's dead.

Well, we can take him

off the f***in board.

I don't think

we got any solid evidence

on anybody on that board.

What you saying?

This is weeks and weeks of work, man.

I say take it down.

We start again from the street.

That's considerably more

than one year's salary.

If it disappears...

we'll not be able

to get it for you again.

That's yours.

Sign on my life for you again?

For a lousy twenty grand?

It has to be Blue Magic, OK?

It's gonna be Blue.

- Pick it up here tomorrow.

- $ 20,000.

Just leave it there.

- How did it go?

- Good.

Here he comes.

- That's him?

- Yeah.

He's quick.

- He goes into the City. What do we do?

- Stay with the f***in money.

We stay with the money, all right?

- We can't go there!

- Yes, we can.

That's 20 grand in there

that I'm responsible for.

- I ain't losin it, follow the money!

- It's out of our jurisdiction!

- Follow the money!

- All right!

He's pulling over.

All right, here we go.

Let me out here.

- Don't disappear, all right?

- I'll circle the block.

Sit down!

Happy birthday, gentlemen.

How you doin?

You're up to something, huh?

He's going bowling.

Look at that.

Right between the legs.

- What's in the bag?

- Nothing.

Get the f*** up!

- It's my bag.

- Shut the f*** up! What did I tell you?

- Keep your your head down!

- What you doin?

- Sit down and shut up!

- Don't you move!

Hey guys!

Guys! Officers!

I'm Richie Roberts.

Newark.

That's... my money.

What the f***?

What money?

The bills are sequenced,

they're registered with the Essex

County Prosecutors Office.

Check them up.

They all start with CF3500.

Have a look.

F***ing registers.

I thought I had a f***ing Chris-Craft

sitting in my driveway.

Honest mistake.

I'll just get the money.

This time.

When's the last time I was in Jersey?

Let me think.

Never.

Whatre you doing coming over here

unannounced?

You know you can get hurt

doing that?

You got your f***ing money.

Richie.

And never ever

come into this city again unannounced.

You come in to see

a f***in Broadway show?

You call ahead first to see

if its okay with me.

No problem.

- Go hit some ball.

- Great suits.

Is that your car?

F***ing great car.

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