American Gangster Page #9

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 til 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 husbands

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, wheres 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 f*** 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 f***ing transport plane?

Thats what youve 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?

Youre this close to the end

of your career in law enforcement

and youre 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 f***ing n*gger has accomplished what

the American Mafia hasnt

in a hundred years!

And you'd know that how?

Cause your head is stuck up

your f***in ass?

Lou, do me a favor,

get this f***ing kike out of here.

Kike?

Make it stick.

Spearman's with the coffins,

about a quarter mile away.

Doctor!

What?

F***ing 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 sh*t, 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 f*** 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.

- M'am, what's your name?

- What's going on?

Get down!

Down, motherf***er!

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?

F***, 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?

F***ing 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 outa here.

F***in junkie!

Police!

- Drop it!

- Get down!

- Drop your gun!

- Don't do it!

- Drop your gun!

- Don't do it!

Scotty!

- Freeze!

- Police!

F*** you, motherf***er!

Nobody moves!

Don't let'em get away!

F***in move!

I wanna see your hands!

All the hands!

Police!

Down! Get down!

Stay the f*** there!

What the hell?

Stay down!

Down, motherf***er!

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