you know the number 1 fear of most people isn't dying; it's public speaking. they get physically ill. they throw up.
i don't like being like that. i want to beat it.
he knows me, he'll take it from me. i've known him since high school.
you bit my fuckin hand -
all right. get lost. get out.
let's see who comes for the car.
you called for the warrant? where are they?
we saw him with the slips, javy.
yes, i do, and so do you, don't give me that bullshit -
i got night school.
not when it's less.
than what i make now.
they do in the prosecutor's office. three thousand less.
fuck this -
check inside.
javy .
this isn't a couple of bucks.
we're talking about principle?
we're fucked either way.
yes, we are.
nine hundred and eighty thousand.
i'm sorry.
it couldn't be avoided. next weekend i'll be able to take him.
what? where?
your sister's. in vegas?
you can't move to vegas. not with michael anyway.
hey, you want to shut up over there?
no court will allow it for one thing. i won't allow it.
when am i supposed to see my son?
laurie, you can't raise a kid in las vegas.
what's he going to grow up to be in a mobbed up place like that? what are you thinking?
goddamn it -
i told you nice to shut the fuck up. now i'm gonna kill you.
pick up the fuckin glass!
who.
is he dead?
where are you? javy, where are you?
bullshit. i got a man in trouble and i need back-up.
i said, put the fucking call out again -
fuck you, too.
sergeant, i'm not asking, i'm fuckin telling you: get some patrolmen over here now.
bandage his head.
i know he's fucking dead. bandage his head, clean him up, put him on a gurney and prop it up so he's sitting. and open his eyes.
step back, injured man coming out. let them do their job and he'll be all right. ma'am. excuse me. step back. sir. please.
you robbed him, didn't you.
this. where'd this come from?
you lying piece of shit -
yeah.
it's wrong.
you robbed him, and then you shot him, and i helped you get out of there. how many more you shot?
you're a disgrace.
don't look down there. look here. you ever fuckin threaten me again, i'll kill you.
about taking money? i don't care about money. i don't do that.
what's going on there?
no, the money.
i play softball on sundays with some guys.
i grew up with them, big deal.
what about him?
yeah, tony's one of them.
not enough. but she wants to make it never.
beth.
i have seen it.
but it's federal. i'd have to answer to who? fbi?
you know why i don't have it.
no, they're all on the take and i'm not and it doesn't matter to anyone. instead of giving you a medal for turning in money, they bury you.
i'll do it, but only like this: i don't set foot in a police station again. i work out of a place of my own. and i pick my own guys. guys i know wouldn't take a nickel off the sidewalk.
this is the only floor we'll be using.
i'm reluctant to bring anyone in i don't personally know.
where are they? spearman looks out across the crowded dance floor.
our mandate is to make major arrests. no street guys - we want the suppliers - the distributors.
heroin, cocaine, amphetamines. no grass under a thousand pounds. less than that, someone else can waste their time.
we'll be handling big shipments, big money, big temptation. yeah.
it's not true.
you paid ten bucks for it?
now, how is that possible? who can afford to sell shit twice as good for half as much? richie glances to a table of organization: surveillance photos haphazardly thumb-tacked to a bulletin board - known dope men in the hierarchies of their individual crime families - almost all of them italian.
for a cop the uppermost thing is the arrest. for a prosecutor, the arrest is nothing without the evidence to convict. we don't have any real evidence on anyone on this board, so they're coming down. we're starting over from the street.
it'll never be out of my sight.
it's got to be `blue magic.'
that's half. i'll give you the other half tomorrow when you give -
what are they going to do, arrest us?
we're not losing that money. go.
get out.
get the fuck out of the car!
that's my money.
the bills are sequenced and registered with the essex county prosecutors office. all begin with cf3500. take a look.
honest mistake. just give it back to me.
yeah, i know, like everyone else. some of them will steal no matter what. there can be a camera on them they'll do it. some'll never do it. the rest are capable of either, depending how their department leans .  only theirs isn't leaning, it's fallen over. the patrol cars don't even stop in harlem, just roll down the window so the dealers can throw the money in. i saw drops made on precinct steps.
it's where this dope is coming from. blue magic. out of new york. what am i supposed to do, ignore it?
he wouldn't stop. motherfucker almost ran me over.
i told him i was a cop. i showed him my identification.
i was chasing your 20 thousand dollars.
then my investigation's over.
i know.
tony, the things she's telling child social services make me look very bad: out all night. lowlife informants hanging around. women -
thank you.
you don't have to talk about it, you don't want. what do you hear about blue magic? anything?
nothing about who's bringing it in?
down south, florida? cubans? what.
mr. louis -
i'm sorry, but i just have to tell you, sir, you were a hero to me growing up. i still push elevator buttons eight times for the rounds you beat billy conn in. for luck.
that's is the plate number on the limo. check with the company, who rented it.
no, he's bigger than that. his seats were phenomenal; better than al tosca's. joe louis and ali shook his fuckin hand.
originally from greensboro, north carolina. couple of arrests years ago. gambling, robbery, unlicensed firearm.
for fifteen years he was bumpy johnson's collector, bodyguard and driver. he was with him when he died.
five brothers, he's the oldest, lots of cousins, all living here now, spread out around the boroughs and jersey. the brothers are -
except for the chinchilla coat, which no one can explain, frank's life seems orderly and legitimate.
has breakfast at a midtown place, usually alone.
then goes to work. meeting with his accountant, or lawyer, dropping in on one of the several office buildings he owns.
nights, he usually stays home. when he does go out, it's to a club or dinner - with his new wife - friends, celebrities, sports figures - never o.c. guys.
sundays he takes his mother to church. then drives out to change the flowers on bumpy's grave. every sunday, no matter what.
neither was bumpy johnson's and he owned harlem.
is it? everything he does, he does like bumpy.
we haven't seen that again. that apparently has been retired to the closet.
won't get any informants. not inside. it's like a sicilian family. like he's structured his own family the same way to protect himself.
being with bumpy long as he was, he would have been around italians a lot. enough to learn that much.
but it's not even frank lucas i want. i want to know who he's working for: which italians are bringing the heroin in.
yeah -
because it's an attempted homicide, that's grand jury. now, that grand jury could come in very favorably. might turn out to be attempted manslaughter. self defense even. she had a knife. depends on how i want to deal with you. you see where this is going.
let's say you beat it somehow. what do you think cousin frank'll think of that? he knows you had to sit here listening to something like this. and then you beat an attempted murder? is he stupid? he'll assume you talked.
you fucked up, jimmy. but nobody knows. frank doesn't know. yet. do you want him to read about it in the paper? or do you want to walk out of here - no bail, no trial - just walk out, now.
yeah. tony. how's it going?
the fuck is a `micro' wave?
of what.
no, thanks. i don't want one.
this is nice, where's this?
i'd like to ski aspen some day.
this is your place?
if i don't report what you just said to me, you know i could be in a lot of trouble. if i do, then it's you.
from who, your uncle? why would you do this? why would you risk our friendship?
you shouldn't have done it.
he's not important enough for you to do this.
tell marie i'm sorry i had to leave. you can tell her why.
ins, fbi, irs - i can't get anything out of them. nothing on his travel, his bank accounts, property holdings - nothing.
they don't want this to stop. it employs too many people. cops, lawyers, judges, probation officers, prison guards. the day dope stops coming into this country, a hundred thousand people lose their jobs. toback isn't as sure the corruption of the official world is that complete.
who took it out? if there's a contract on me, it would be nice to know who took it out.
no. i don't. not when it's my life.
who? fbi? you're going to protect me?
talk.
laurie. i'm sorry i couldn't give you the kind of life you wanted. i'm sorry it was never enough. but don't punish me for being honest. don't take my son away.
i'm not.
you're right. this is no place for him. around me. take him. the further away the better. for him.
i'm crazy. can't you tell that? i'm crazy enough to shoot someone and make it look like an accident next time he comes over the bridge without my permission. get the fuck out of new jersey.
none of you ever been in the service? it's an air force tail number.
captain, i'm richard roberts, director of the essex county narcotics bureau.
open it.
the warrant permits me to search the plane and its cargo.
i don't need it.
there are drugs on that plane -
i had good information the target of my investigation was bringing dope in on that plane.
frank lucas.
he's not italian. he's black.
i believe frank lucas is above the mafia in the dope business. i believe he buys direct from the source in southeast asia, cuts out all the middlemen, and uses us military planes and personnel to bring pure no. 4 heroin into united states.
i was promised when i took this job, it was about real arrests.
i have cases against most of frank's organization. not him -
that's right.
yeah, you'd know, sitting here, having never been on the -
lou. we're ready to go in there knowing there's a good chance we won't all come out. that's what we're willing to do. all i'm asking you to do get me a warrant.
we don't have a lot of time to fuck around -
it'll be here.
what kind of trees are these?
thank you, your honor. ladies and gentlemen -
maybe.
i don't have the time or interest to listen to -
no, thanks.
then that's the way it is.
then you got nothing to worry about.
i got more than that. i got a line of people wanting to testify that stretches out the door and around the block.
is it? tony the bug. benny two-socks. carmine camanetti.
they sell dope for the mazzano crime family. which you all but put out of business.
they have everything to do with you. and the only thing they hate more than you is what you represent.
you don't? black businessman like you? of course you do. but once you're gone, things can return to normal.
get in line. that one stretches around the block, too.
you know what you have to do.
i'll take them, too. i want them all.
they're not. not the ones in business with you. they're not my kind any more than the italians are yours.
i can promise you if you lie to me about one name, you'll never get out of prison. lie about one dollar in one offshore account, you'll never get out. you can live rich in jail the rest of your life, or poor outside it, that's what i can promise.
i believe it.
i want to know everyone you've met for the last twenty years. everyone you sold to. every cop you ever paid off. every one who ever stole from you. every one you remember.
what is?
what?
sneakers. expensive ones.
your brothers know you're out?
i told you i wouldn't let you starve.
you're welcome.
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