Black Caesar Page #5

He has the best bodyguards

money can buy.

How's he gonna react

when you start killing his people?

He's not gonna know who's doing it.

(gunshot)

Uh, you got any suggestions?

We would like to ask you some questions

about your husband Joseph Washington,

about his association with Thomas Gibbs.

Joe doesn't work for Tommy any more.

Mrs Washington, we have enough

evidence to put your husband behind bars

for at least five years.

- Why are you telling me about it?

- Because we don't want your husband.

You know damn well that

Tommy and I have been in business.

He's had his way long enough.

Now it's my turn.

But I need a friend.

Somebody close to Tommy.

I haven't seen Tommy in two years.

Tommy hasn't had

a steady woman since you left.

He'd be glad to see you.

- I can't do this to him.

- Look what he did to you.

From Beverly Hills

to a shitty furnished apartment.

You can't get a job as a singer.

Your husband can't get a job as a lawyer.

You just had another

nice little baby, didn't you?

You've got responsibilities.

I don't think Tommy would

lift a finger to help you.

I know he wouldn't.

(sirens outside)

The ledgers again, right?

That's how I first met Tommy.

He used me.

This time it'll be for myself.

- You can't go in there!

- (baby cries)

Just take it easy.

You better do what he says.

- Let me go!

- Take it easy.

Do what he says

and everything'll be all right.

I just want to remind you -

don't make any mistakes.

(footsteps)

Who's there?

Hello, Helen.

- Honey, what you doin', huh?

- Nothing. Just seeing what time it is.

- Come back. Come on.

- It's 2.30.

Joe'll be worried about me.

I'll see you Monday afternoon.

Commissioner? Coleman.

I'm at Gibbs' office right now.

Everything went fine.

They're in front of me.

My connections at the bank and $5,000

to the intendant were quite an investment,

since there was $50,000 in cash

in addition to the books.

No, that won't be necessary.

I'll be keeping them with me.

Oh, here's, uh... I've just seen something.

"1 pm tomorrow, Tiffany's.

Pick up gift for Helen."

Probably went to look for

a parking space. I'll go get him.

Paid the cost to be the boss

Paid the cost to be the boss

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

How bad was he hit?

If the ambulance reaches him, they'll

finish him before he gets to the hospital.

(siren)

Get your ass after him,

and don't f*** it up this time.

(siren)

Keep movin'. Keep drivin'.

Across town, I'll tell you where.

Get on his tail. Step on it.

What are you slowin' down for?

Get past that garbage truck!

Hey, get that garbage truck outta the way!

(coughs)

Up on the sidewalk! I'll give you $500.

Get up on the sidewalk! Come on, man.

(horn)

He's not goin' anywhere. It's causin'

traffic. He'll never make it to Broadway.

Run that light. Run that light!

Step on it, man. Step on it!

Jesus Christ, man, they got guns!

No! Don't stop!

Look out! Look out! They're gonna shoot!

(gunshot)

Hey! He killed that guy.

Um...

I wanna thank you, Lord, for sendin' me

all... No, not "sendin' me".

For the multitude of sinners

you have sent me here tonight.

Yes, Lord, I wanna-a-a-a...

Oh, no, I got it.

Look, uh...

I'll see you next to the podium

in a little while, OK?

You came at a most inopportune ti...

Tried to put me outta the way, Rufus.

Good Lord, let me seat you down.

Now, let me take a look at that.

You can't go to the hospital with that.

Never would have tried this

without an OK from McKinney.

I don't understand.

Why'd they all run out on me, Rufus?

I'm glad you came to me.

I gotta get this.38 slug outta me, Rufus.

Hear me, Lord!

Heal this man!

Heal this sinner!

Forgive him for his transgressions

as you have forgiven me for mine!

Yes, Lord!

- Forgive him for his transgressions...

- Rufus! Rufus! I need your help!

- Heal him, Lord!

- Rufus!

- Oh, listen to me!

- You gotta go to the bank for me!

Give yourself to the Lord!

You gotta get the ledgers

outta the safe-deposit box!

I'm gonna blow the lid off of this town!

Leave the punishment to the Almighty.

Vengeance is his!

- Rufus! Rufus!

- Vengeance is his, sayeth the Lord.

Rufus, I got $50,000 in that vault!

Without the love of God all of us are lost!

- Jesus' money now!

- My money!

It's Jesus' money now.

It's Jesus' money now.

Hey, Lord!

Save his soul!

Lord!

Save this sinner! Save another soul!

Oh, Lord!

Oh, Jesus, Lord.

Please, Lord. One more time, sir.

Give Momma a kiss. Give Momma a kiss.

Give the baby a kiss.

(phone rings)

Hello? Hello, Joe?

Helen? Helen?

I got trouble.

- Who was it?

- Nobody.

What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- (phone rings)

- Hello?

- Joe?

Thought you'd hung the phone up.

Joe, McKinney's makin' his move.

His organisation tried to hit me.

The only cards you still hold are

those books. As long as they're safe...

- They're locked in the bank vault.

- OK. I'll meet you at Coleman's office.

(gunshot)

Come on, you black bastard.

Don't get back into this. Please.

Honey, Tommy is finished.

I'm only trying to save his life.

You can't save his life.

Why?

Why do you say that?

Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing.

Honey...

Push the 20th floor.

So... the great brain

decided to show up after all.

I came to talk business.

If you're not satisfied with your split,

we can make other arrangements.

No bullshit. No negotiations.

You know why? Because

I've got him by the short hair.

And you know who set him up?

That sweet little wife of yours.

Oh, sure, she had to ball your best friend

in order to pull it off, but she didn't mind.

(gunshot)

You killed your partner.

Then you resisted arrest.

- How many of my people did you pay off?

- You oughta know everyone's on the take.

I was readin' them ledgers of yours.

Lot of important names in there.

You just shut your fat mouth, McKinney!

I brought you a present.

My shoes are all scuffed.

You shine 'em up for me, boy,

like you used to do.

Pick it up.

Bring it over here.

Now, you kneel down here.

Shine 'em real good.

I wanna see my face in 'em.

I'm in a real hurry,

so you shine them up fast.

Don't be afraid to get your fingers dirty.

That's right.

You missed your calling. You know that?

That's it.

(McKinney groans)

Do it, n*gger. Do it.

You're the dumb n*gger, McKinney!

You're gonna die like a field n*gger!

I's gonna make you real pretty, McKinney.

Yeah.

You look good blackfaced, McKinney.

Your momma wouldn't even

recognise you now, McKinney.

McKinney.

Now... I wanna hear you sing.

Sing me one of them good old

minstrel tunes, McKinney.

I bet you even like Jolson, huh?

Come on, give me one of them tunes -

"Mammy". Sing "Mammy" for me. Sing!

- "Mammy"?

- Sing it!

- "Mammy"?

- Sing it right!

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