Black Caesar Page #2

I've paid the cost to be the boss

Look at me

You know what you see

You see a bad mother

Look at me

You know what you see

You see a bad mother

Paid the cost to be the boss

Paid the cost to be the boss

Look at me

You know what you see

You see a bad mother

Told you so

Told you so

Havin' fun, I got money for it

Havin' fun, I got mighty fun

Havin' fun, I got mighty fun

Havin' fun, I got mighty fun

Never fear, brother, I'm always here

to save the souls and heal the ills.

And cash the cheques.

You see, uh, religious organisations

is tax-exempt. Privilege, you know?

When we shake folks down,

they're not payin' Tommy,

they're supportin' my religious

organisation. And it all goes into a fund.

And we don't even

have to hide the moneys

that we make from hookers

and the numbers.

And we report it and use it tax-free

to buy filling stations, supermarkets,

apartment houses - everything,

anything Joe the brain can think up.

We intend to do more than just

organise the rackets in Harlem,

we're going to see that black people

get a fair shake. A chance to live better.

Isn't that right, Tommy?

I understand you're well-connected

at the city hall, Mr Coleman.

Have you ever heard of

a man called Gusick?

He's been the bagman...

for certain... public servants...

since I was a snot-nosed kid.

What happened is the families

that had been making the payoff

have finally demanded an accounting.

An audit, you might say.

Don't tell me this... Gusick

was foolish enough to keep ledgers?

I'm afraid so. I saw these ledgers once

when I was a little boy.

Just a couple of ordinary books

with a lot of facts and names.

But... oh, what names.

Cops, councilmen, congressmen.

- They must be carefully hidden.

- In a safe-deposit box.

But... to show that he's clean,

he has to take the books out and deliver

them for examination periodically.

- That's what you were waiting for?

- I thought you'd understand.

Once you've acquired possession

of this material,

you wish me to represent your interests.

I don't think we should

discuss social reform

until after you've acquired control

of these celebrated ledgers.

- How are you, huh?

- Oh, I'm good.

- Inspire me. Pick me up.

- Oh, honey, no.

- What?

- This place has been crowded all night.

I've had it up to here. They're pinching

my ass and thinking I'm a prostitute.

I'll talk to 'em. Come on.

Oh, baby, please. Come on.

Just play a couple of tunes for me? I'm not

askin' much, just play a couple of tunes.

- What do you wanna hear?

- Doesn't matter, just make it loud.

(hits random keys)

What are you doing?

Just play.

(plays)

Whatever you do, don't stop playin'.

He was big, he was bad,

just as bad as he could be

He was the baddest man these eyes

of mine could ever hope to see

He was mine, all mine,

a big daddy just for me

Come back home, big daddy

Your little girl is waitin' for you

Come on home, big daddy

And do me the way you used to do

Make me laugh, make me cry,

how you satisfied

Big daddy

Big daddy

Come on, baby, let's go home now.

No more workin' for those two-bit tips.

You know what this is? Huh?

Power. Political power.

Come on.

As of today, we're branchin' out

into new fields.

Instead of just shaking down the white

landlords, we're going to work with them.

- Isn't that right, Tommy?

- Oh, yeah, Joe. That's great.

We'll see that those apartments

got heat in the winter.

That ought to convince those black people

we got their welfare at heart.

We'll make sure their garbage is dropped

off in them white neighbourhoods.

- Yeah. Right on.

- It's nearly time.

Everything's blue chip, growth potential.

Well, it's too good for that mick bastard.

Craw! Here y'are.

Joe.

And, Mr Coleman, here's something for

your lovely wife, straight from Tiffany's.

All right, vanish.

I got business to take care of.

Uh, I'd advise they use the freight elevator.

- Shall I lock the ledgers away?

- Leave 'em there. I want him to see 'em.

You just sit tight.

Have him come in.

Captain McKinney,

I believe you know Mr Gibbs.

Somebody call down for a shine?

It's time you two forgot

your past differences.

It was Mr Gibbs' experts that assembled

this stock portfolio for you in your name.

All blue-chip companies.

Preferred stocks, bonds, mutual funds.

Better than that envelope

under the table, McKinney.

Security. An investment

in the future... for your family.

Oh, uh, I've started a new collection.

I'm collecting old books now.

Those date back to 1955.

A lot of very interesting characters.

Sort of a... success story, you might say.

I could pin murder one on you

for possession of those books.

I'm talking facts, McKinney.

And you are mouthing

make-believe garbage.

Naturally, we'll be adding

to this portfolio regularly.

Looking after your interests...

as you'll look after ours.

Right now you're high as a junkie

with a hundred-dollar habit.

But everybody crashes... limpy.

And I'll be around.

Well, that's, uh, fine, McKinney.

You gave me my education.

I'm gonna put your kids through college.

Best of luck with the Dow Jones,

and good afternoon, Captain.

Nothing to be gained by antagonising him.

Runs the most important

precinct in Manhattan.

- He'll be commissioner.

- I want him nice and fat...

before I kill him.

Now... partner...

let's, uh, lock up those books...

and then you can introduce me

to that family of yours

you promised I could meet.

All right.

(Tommy) Nice view of the East Side.

Shame, I understand it ain't safe no more.

You never know when someone

might be hiding in the elevator,

or in the lobby, or even in your own pad.

I've always wanted me a pad like this.

But seein' as how you're my number-one

man, I'm gonna do you a favour.

I'm gonna buy your apartment.

- We weren't selling.

- I thought everybody was leavin'.

The whole city is dangerous.

It's all made out. Signed and certified.

That's for everything.

The furniture. All the clothes in the closet.

Well, that's... that's an awful lot of money,

but we don't need money at the moment.

Thanks to you.

- I'll have Abi help me pack.

- The maid stays with me.

Help is a b*tch to find these days.

- I can't imagine why you want our things.

- I grew up wearing your things, mister.

Everything you wore out,

got dirty, or you outgrew.

I even ate your leftovers.

Who the hell are you?

Alfred, I think we better go

before you get hurt.

Our, uh, our partnership,

that still continues?

If you want it. You're a good lawyer.

I trust you, uh, have my interests at heart.

Partner.

Sleep well, Mr Gibbs.

I hope you like the mattress.

It's very hard.

Time to get up!

And don't you fret, Mr Albert.

Old Abi gonna take care of you

just like always.

Come on, now.

Come on, now.

Get your... Get your tomato juice.

You sure treats me good!

Tommy!

Mom, I don't think you served me

breakfast in bed since I had chicken pox.

What you doin' in the Colemans' bed?

How you get in here?

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