American Gangster Page #8
- F***ing 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?
Sh*t.
I'm gonna go get the keys.
- Doc, give me the key.
- Here you go.
Doc!
Get out!
You're okay?
Sh*t!
- Come on.
- Are you all right?
Let's go.
Was it Nicky?
We'll go right now f***in 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.
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 dont want to worry every time
he drives across the bridge to Jersey
someones 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 f*** 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 kis 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 f*** up!
What?
- Where do you think you're goin?
- Don't hurt me, Jimmy!
- Jesus, f***!
- Police!
- Drop the gun, Jimmy!
- Drop it!
- Let me see your hands!
- Drop the f***in gun!
I'm not playing,
I'll blast your f***in head!
Don't shoot!
I got your gun,
and I got your prints.
You know what you got?
You got attempted murder.
Eighteen f***ing years!
Attempted murder is the same as murder,
thats 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 f***ing going?
Lets say you beat it.
What do you 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.
Theyll still be here
long after the troops are gone.
What are you going to do
for transportation
when the last US plane goes home?
Youll see me again,
that's for sure.
Its not in my best interest
to say this, Frank...
but quitting while youre 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 f***in jet, alright?
Check the miltary 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.
M'am, please sit down.
What is this?
Hold it! Stop!
Nothing leaves this area, all right?
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