Y'all can breathe now.
The Black Adonis has arrived.
You will be Arlie's personal bodyguard.
Chief, my caseload is piling up.
Arlie's safety is now your priority.
You're the only one I can trust with this assignment.
As a matter of fact, look, we're gonna go down there to the club, Ma.
We're gonna meet Silky there tonight.
Silky and Ted?
You're gonna believe who this nigga working for now.
Who?
Frank Moulton.
That gangster from the tabloids?
Mm-hmm.
Black Godfather himself.
Frank's throwing a post-fight shindig.
I got everything you need.
I got the venue.
I got the goddamn women.
More importantly, I got the goddamn vision.
Why you squeezing post-chicken man so hard, Harvey?
Chicken throw big body.
Endorse them like me.
Miami about 600 miles from Atlanta.
And you're a long way from New York.
Bad boy fucked us.
Throwing a party to one of his country-ass friends.
Ah, no, no.
This makes the plan even better.
We got the perfect Patsy now.
All the stars have shown up tonight because we have a big show here at the Atlanta Municipal Auditorium in beautiful Georgia.
Smalls.
Smalls!
How the hell can you read a paper at a time like this?
Well, Chicky, last I checked, we're a con hair away from nuclear war.
Oh, come on, man.
My goddamn life on the line and you worried about that bullshit?
Come on.
You sure this play gonna work?
It's full proof.
Arresting officers never show up to these things.
Cops hate courthouses.
Just follow my lead, you'll get out in six months.
Three with good behavior.
Yeah, well, I gotta be out in three.
I can't miss the birth of my child.
Relax.
You worry too much.
Williams, Gordon.
My client was apprehended by this racist officer, along with three other white men with lengthy criminal records.
Yet, Mr. Williams was the only one charged.
It's all right there in my brief, Your Honor.
Your Honor, if I may.
Now, y'all done charged me with possession with intent.
Only intent I've ever had, Your Honor, is take care of my family right there.
I can't say the same about that white boy that they done got me corralled up with.
They ain't the same now, is it?
I'm inclined to consider these allegations, especially since the arresting officer hasn't bothered showing up to defend himself.
And you are?
J.D.
Hudson, arresting officer, Your Honor.
Forgive my tardiness, we were running nuclear drills at the precinct.
Is this the racist that you were referring to?
Your Honor, there's a lot more to this story.
The defendant is sentenced to two years at Forsyth Labor Camp.
Now, get this hoodlum out of my courtroom.
Your Honor, hold on a minute.
I was wrongfully arrested.
Your Honor, what did you just say to me?
You told me I had nothing to worry about.
I didn't know he was going to kill me.
What do you mean you ain't know?
You never come to these things, man.
You got some nerve, don't you?
You take me away from my family, huh?
You go to hell.
After you, hoodlum.
Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and fight fans everywhere.
At this time, please rise for the national anthem.
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
Everybody get on the fucking ground!
Get on the ground!
Get all the motherfuckers in the corner, now!
Come here, bitch.
Get the fuck up!
Get down!
Get your ass, motherfucker!
You too, my boy?
Now, I'm sorry y'all had to go through that.
But I assure you, we ain't here to hurt nobody.
We just here for the money.
Do you see any money here?
This just a house party.
That's a whole lot of diamonds for a simple house party.
In fact, this a flashing rob me sign.
Ain't that right, Vivian?
You must have me confused with somebody else.
Vivian Thomas.
Down woman of Gordon Chicken Man Williams.
Proprietor of this house.
Small-time numbers man to her party house.
Now, I suggest you stop fucking with me.
Because I ain't as dumb as I look, and these here guns, they do work.
Now, for the rest of y'all, we know there's plenty more big shots headed our way.
So y'all got one job, to make this here look like the foxiest party all year.
Y'all hear me?
I said, y'all hear me?
Man, what kind of fucking clown operation is this?
Fuck you say?
How the fuck we supposed to act like we partying?
Hey, your name is Sugar?
Nigga don't act like it.
Hey, you a sharp one, ain't you?
Maxine.
Wait!
We're gonna get that music back on.
You don't want a guy and girl at each window, sucking what they mama gave them like their life depends on it.
Sit your ass down.
Now, Vivian, Maxine.
Hey.
What's your name, darling?
Lena.
You three gonna be acting like our distinguished hosts.
Now, everybody rest up.
It's gonna be a long night.
So many days
I often think of you night and day.
But I know that someday, someday, darling, I won't be.
Yeah, I see you.
Negro chameleon.
Man, how the hell was I supposed to know them little niggas was being caught?
Shoot him, man.
Goddamn it.
Shoot him!
Shoot the goddamn nigga!
Shoot back!
Shoot back, nigga!
It's good to see you.
Man, if it weren't for you, I'd have come home in a box.
Saved my ass more times than I care to mention.
I was just doing my job, soldier.
Oh, fuck that.
About having you, it wasn't like the rest of us.
Scared out of our minds.
Shit and water, piss and blood.
I was shitting and pissing.
How your little girl doing?
She'll be nine on next birthday.
Nine?
Nah.
Yeah, man.
Damn.
Boy time.
Yeah.
Please tell me you ain't brought this beautiful child in here.
You know Charmaine ain't gonna allow that shit.
That's what you're doing for work these days, hmm?
I'm a solid citizen now.
You know, I, uh, got a line on something.
Looking for some extra bread.
You know, I got an early morning tomorrow, trust me.
All right.
All right, soldier, I can dig it.
You're a solid citizen now.
How much?
20K.
We're robbing.
How you come upon this?
Found him circulating in the city.
Can't knock, it's hustle.
Your man's late.
Well, he black will be here.
Well, if he ain't here by the time I finish this here cup of joe, I'm out.
Come on, man.
What ain't you telling me, soldier?
Fuck, man!
God damn.
You motherfuckers almost pissed yourself, didn't you?
Willie Black, this is Mack.
Mack.
It's Willie Black.
Mack, huh?
Your momma ain't love you, nigga.
What's your name, you have the hamburger stand?
Don't get your simple ass in this van.
Look at these niggas.
It's gonna be fun.
Now, where's this party at, motherfucker?
A meat delivery?
What kind of meat is that?
I got chicken cutlets.
I got prime ribs.
Let's go to Charlene's in the kitchen.
Come this way.
Charlene!
She got the cutlet.
You can't throw no party for niggas with no seafood.
Don't do it now.
Don't do it with the grass.
Mr. Williams.
Check in.
One second.
Uh, where y'all going?
Oh, we the painters, man.
We just came here to drop off some paint.
Keep that shit in the base.
Yes, ma'am.
Thanks, Mama.
I ain't your mama, Jack.
A bit of advice on the case in the joint?
Best idea not to be noticed.
Thanks, Pops.
But don't you ever put your fucking hands on me again.
How'd it go?
Well, that shit open, E. That shit wide fucking open.
What about you, Mac?
It's risky.
A lot of nooks and crannies, not to mention we don't know shit about security.
A lot of unknown variables.
Can we ditch this job, motherfucking get some niggas in here?
Nigga, for once in your life, will you shut the fuck up?
Okay, soldier.
Enough fucking around.
Are you in or you out?
It's crazy, but doable.
We're gonna need about five other motherfuckers just as crazy.
Y'all motherfuckers get home safe now, you hear?
You still binging 250?
I'm up to 325 now, motherfucker.
Boy got stamina.
Whoa.
Sheesh.
Goddamn.
What y'all want?
Looking for a will, man.
That little motherfucker look young as fuck.
How you know this motherfucker, man?
That was Mama from high school.
That's your baby?
Don't tell me you're the pappy.
Baby Reagan's about to fuzz from the moon.
What's shaking, young blood?
What's good, Mac?
You know, just working.
Where this ashy nigga went to?
Mean muggin', need a mean muggin'.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
All right, relax.
This little house, I'm joking.
I'm gonna smack all the teeth out your motherfucking mouth, boy.
Relax.
Hey.
All right, damn.
What the fuck we even need this little orphan-looking motherfucker for?
Give it back.
Give what back?
I ain't take nothing from this nigga.
Now.
Give it back, now.
Motherfucker.
Nigga, you trying to see Jesus?
How long you been running with Emerson?
I don't run with nobody.
I'm what they call a free agent.
How'd you get brought into this score?
Why you asking so many damn questions?
You 60 minutes or something?
Nigga, I don't like making conversation, brother.
Make something else.
What you want, Mac?
Two minutes.
That's all I need.
I wouldn't brag about that.
All right, look, now the job's pretty clean.
The inside woman puts us over the top.
Let's get some broad off the street.
Come on, this ain't some broad-off-the-street kind of gig.
And you certainly ain't that, baby.
My name Willie Black.
I help put all this shit here together.
Listen here.
When you get off, baby, me and you should discuss some things.
Talk about some money.
Yeah.
Look like you like money.
I got money.
We can do that shit together, baby.
Put your greasy hands on me again, you gonna get the business into my blade.
We clear, bitch?
Crystal, baby.
No, thank you.
Yeah, ass your ass, nigga.
He out too.
What?
Nah, Alina, you don't speak for me.
I'm grown.
Excuse me?
Man, I told y'all she not finna go for it.
Now she finna tell my mama.
You damn right.
I'mma call Auntie on my next break.
Yeah, you been a snitch.
Yeah.
All right.
You know he can't even go inside?
He been stealing so much, they got his picture plastered up on the back wall.
You know how embarrassing that is at my place of work?
But Tommy ain't a boy no more.
This way, we can keep eyes on him.
Keep him with us to stop him from snatching wallets anymore.
What time's the meeting?
All right, now the street.
Dead end to a cul-de-sac.
So there's only one way in and one way out.
Andre, that's where you come in.
You're gonna be posted right here with the walkies acting as our eyes and ears.
So if you see anything go south, I'm gonna need you to hop on that radio and be ready to drive like Richard Petty did.
That cracker can't hold a candle to me, Jack.
Boom.
Me and you gonna be on the front door.
The party goers come in through the front door.
They get a front row seat to the gun show.
But we shuttle them into the basement until midnight.
Willie Black, Tommy, and Baby Ray, y'all gonna be with the hostages.
Whoa, whoa, hostages?
Nobody said nothing about no hostages.
Letting people leave, not exactly the brightest idea, kid.
Chicken Man's one of the smartest hustlers in Atlanta, but he has a weakness.
Hot women.
Hey, girl!
You sitting on the right car at the wrong time.
Lena, that's where you come in.
Mm-hmm.
Ooh, excuse me, boss.
Goddammit, watch yourself, young blood!
My bad.
It's a jungle out here, you hear me?
You and Tommy gonna figure out a way to land you at that party, and into Chicken Man's good graces.
Your name Gordon?
who asked
Damn, now you got me at a loss.
Because I don't know your name.
Lena.
There's going to be more of them than there are of us.
So we're going to need a woman on the inside.
What's your name, darling?
Lena.
Someone to tip us off of any danger with the host and hostages.
If this party is as live as you say it's going to be, how are we going to fit them all in the basement?
Because it's a big ass basement.
Now, the cut's $20,000 each.
$20,000.
More money than we all pulled in in a year.
So we in?
Mac.
Afternoon, Charmaine.
How you doing?
I expressly remember telling you about showing up here unannounced.
You know, I know.
I got this with Shelly.
You know, I figured I'd come drop it off.
I was in the neighborhood.
She planned on her friend's house.
I'll take it.
What, you can't call over there, tell her her daddy here got a present for her?
No.
Mac, I'm not disrupting her day for some paint-stained dime-store teddy bear.
This is why I told you to call first.
Look, I got a right to see my daughter, Charmaine.
Well, you can take it up with the judge.
And I'm sure he'll have a good laugh when he see your record.
Joe's gonna be home any minute.
Give me the beer.
finds a decent place in a decent part of town, then we can talk about you being in her life.
So, how we looking?
Crew's all in place?
Mm-hmm.
Got everything planned down to the minute.
Right on.
All right, brother.
I'm on the last flight out to LaGuardia.
Oh.
But you ain't staying for the fight?
No, my work here is done.
For now.
I'll, uh... I'll reach out after.
If you were to meet my fence.
Come on, give me some.
Hey.
Why me?
Because you earned it, soldier.
Hey.
See you when you're rich, huh?
And now for the main event.
Scheduled for 15 rounds.
Introducing, from Bellflower, California, he weighs 197 and a half pounds, Jerry Quarry!
Congratulations, Detective.
You got him to the ring.
Yeah, I hope you remember that when the proper time comes.
Look at you, getting political.
I'm proud, but it ain't over yet.
They say it's getting unwieldy outside.
I'm going to my seat.
The return of the champion, Muhammad Ali!
Muhammad Ali!
Hey, I hit the number get out of here 250 smackaroo.
Okay now I hear what you do.
I want you to come by the house in a couple days I'm have Vivian settle up with you
How come I can't get my money now?
Because we had to fight, silly.
But chicken!
Now I got you.
Like I won't come back to you?
I got you, man.
I'll be there.
Silky, big night tonight, huh?
Yeah.
Hey, man, when you gonna give me some face time with Frank, Silky?
Black Godfather ain't got time for your country jive.
Okay.
Better gonna have a lot of time for me when I put all this fine country ass on his lap.
Here's what I'm thinking, man.
I'm thinking maybe I go and ride over to the party with him.
That way I can get some face time, one-on-one.
Talk to him about our future, strategize, you know?
Man, Frank ain't coming.
What you mean Frank ain't coming?
Hold on now.
He in a mood.
A bad mood.
What?
Zoning and development?
Hold on, wait for the...
Now, what if that's my way in?
All right?
What if I can help him land this thing?
Maybe go talk to the right people, make the right moves.
Me and you come out smelling like roses.
Man, that's above my pay grade.
Get on the oil silky.
Do this then.
Get into the party.
Let me talk.
Let me handle it.
It ain't happening, chicken.
You ain't got shit nobody wants.
All right?
Ain't no pitch.
Ain't no party.
Ain't no future.
Frank's out.
Damn.
Oh, god damn.
This gotta be the spot.
Welcome to the party, sugar.
Come on in.
You gonna tell me twice?
I know.
Shake it, baby.
Surrender!
Oh, shit.
Move, motherfucker!
I said move!
Move!
Get your ass in the basement.
You're next, motherfucker.
Where do you think they're taking her?
I don't know.
Basement.
You think they're gonna kill her?
Hey.
Cut the chit-chat.
Y'all motherfuckers keep dancing.
This is Muhammad Ali's big comeback, and the question everyone wonders... I'm fucking hungry, man.
Me too.
You, come here.
Hey, you.
Come here.
Just come on.
What's your name?
Barbara Smith.
All right, Barbara Smith.
I want you to take your ass upstairs.
Look at me.
I want you to take your ass upstairs.
You gonna give me and my nigga a couple pieces of chicken.
All right?
Heat that shit up.
I want it hot.
I want to see the steam coming up off that motherfucker.
All right, Barbara?
Go.
Go, Barbara.
Two pieces, Barbara.
Thighs, bitch.
And we're ready, ladies and gentlemen, for round one.
Ali in the white trunks.
Jerry Corey is in the blue.
We're getting ready.
And there's the bell.
It's Sidney Poitier and Coretta.
Hey, hey, mama, you mind if I borrow your eyes, please?
Sure, but I'm gonna need them back.
Boy, this is exciting.
Man, Frank ain't coming.
He in the mood.
From Boston.
The land deal he had going on the west side just went belly up.
This is a personal gift from the Roy Johnson, the first black senator in the statehouse since Reconstruction.
Okay, silly, I know that.
Paul, Paul, break that up!
Get in there!
Get him out of there.
I see you got Colton Rommel on your shitty detail.
Why didn't you ask me to be part of the team, detective?
What you want, Mason?
Maybe I should have asked your social worker wife to speak on my behalf.
You like to beat on people, huh?
Kids.
Women, too, probably.
You ever travel with a grown man who wasn't wearing handcuffs?
Want to?
Enjoy the fight, detective.
Thank you.
You, too.
Piece of shit.
Okay, now, tell me one more time.
Why I got to be wearing this suit?
Because it's a bit long for my taste.
Well, next time I go in, I'll call Gucci and them.
Well... Okay?
Ain't nothing but a little window dressing.
Okay.
That's all it is.
Okay.
All right?
All right.
Look.
Hey.
Yeah?
Like I said, I'm gonna get your threads back to you inside of two rounds.
Like I said, brother, each round's another 50 bucks.
All right.
I got you.
Okay now, okay, let's go over the plan again.
Now.
You're gonna walk out there with me, okay?
When I introduce you what you gonna say?
Oh, I'm the senator's right-hand man, and you know I am in a way cuz anything I said you the chief of staff.
Okay, you're the big dog now the office.
I need you something Sully is you listening?
I'm listening.
Oh, you're listening.
Look what you're doing.
You're fiddling.
You're fiddling yourself.
OK, OK, OK.
OK, listen to me.
You got to remember, the office of zoning and development.
Zoning and development.
That's right.
None of these punches by Ali are landing.
No, not looking good for Ali.
You got to say more.
Just follow me.
Just follow my lead.
Tell him your name.
You ain't just about a bitch.
Yeah, I wonder if the champ know how hard you go for the white man.
I ain't got time for your bullshit right now, shit.
Go on, get out of my face.
Hoodlum.
Come on, son.
Okay, okay, I'm coming.
Hey, Frank.
What you think?
Think Ali got this one here in the bag?
You think the fix is in?
One punch can change everything.
Yeah, I know you right on that one.
Hey, Frank!
Frank, do me a favor, man.
I gotta have you meet somebody.
Good friend of mine.
Come on in.
Come here.
Hey, Frank.
Really, really good friend of mine.
This is my man here.
Sullivan Cole.
He worked down at the State Department for Senator Leroy Johnson.
I'm the Chief of Staff for Senator Leroy Johnson.
I take care of everything he needs, whatever he needs, I can get it.
Now, Frank, Frank, what do you mean by that?
This man down there basically runs that whole department.
You need, you can get it.
I'm talking sanitation, public safety.
You need things, what is it, real estate zoning, this your man.
What's that department selling?
Uh, it's the zoning and development department.
You the man in zoning and development?
Well, me and you need to rap.
I'm having some issues with them.
Maybe you can help me.
I'm Sutton, and I work for Senator Johnson.
Yeah, you do.
And Noah, he is the first black senator in the statehouse since Reconstruction.
Yeah, Senator.
Freaking know all that shit.
Frank, I'm the man that can connect you to whatever, whenever.
You hear me?
A man like myself is doing a lot of moving in this town, which means I got to have my fingers in all types of pies.
You understand me?
Hey, there he go.
Frank.
Senator Johnson.
Sonny, let's get you.
You got your fancy threads on.
You got your front row seats.
Let this man be with me for 10 years.
I ain't never seen him look this sharp.
Ain't I clean?
You are clean.
Oh, this here is Frank.
And he's a good man.
Frank Moulton.
Pleasure to meet you, Senator.
Oh, the pleasure's all mine.
Pleasure's all mine, Frank.
What's going on, Senator?
Oh, I know you.
I know you.
You got that funny nickname.
What is it?
Barbecue Jones.
That's what it is.
Barbecue Jones.
No, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, always giving a mess.
Now, that's Chicken Man.
Oh, I see this man down at the statehouse.
Come on, now.
See the damn governor.
Got his fingers in all my staff pockets.
Hey, come on, now.
Frank, what'd I tell you, now?
Got to have your fingers in all types of pies.
You hear me?
That's what I'm trying to do for you, Frank.
No, I'm good.
I got to go.
I got... Oh, shit.
I got to get back.
Frank, very nice to meet you.
See you again.
Yes, sir.
Look, I'll connect y'all, Frank.
Please do.
I'll get y'all together.
Please do.
I'll do that.
Sully, I'm gonna go see you first thing Monday morning, okay?
Yes, sir.
Hey, Frank, let me tell you something.
You know what?
Real quick, I want y'all to take care of my man, Sully.
Let me tell you something.
This is the best damn janitor in the whole state of Georgia.
Right here.
Oh, I see the pig.
Man.
I see you, Sully.
Jacob.
Time to go.
And round two is in the books.
Quarry appears a little worse for the wear, with redness and a little swelling beneath both eyes and around his nose.
You good, champ?
Hmm?
You good?
Listen, get inside his jab.
You got this.
Keep playing around with this fruit, and it's good night.
If Ali doesn't start putting together some good rounds, he's going to lose this, his first fight in three years.
The former champion is stunned.
Referee not moving in.
There is no standing eight count, but Ali is hurt.
He appears to be hurt.
Ali is in the corner now, and it's not looking good for the champ.
Really picking it up here in round three.
Dance!
Ali is starting to show some of the skills he's known so well in the past.
Come on, man!
Come on!
Get him.
Get him, get him.
Get him, get him, get him.
Get him.
Let's go, Jim.
Let's go, man!
And there goes Babel, closing out round three.
I got you now, man!
Gary Quarry retreating to his corner.
Quarry's going to need help with that cut.
It looks like a bad one.
Perez is calling for the doctor.
That's a bad cut, a bloody one.
This could be it for him.
They're taking a close look.
He's done, man.
Come here.
Come on.
It's over.
Come on!
It's over.
by technical knockout at the end of the third round.
The former champ is back.
Get up!
Get down!
Get back!
Let's go!
What a night.
I get to tell my grandkids I walked Muhammad Ali to the ring.
You all right, boss?
Yeah.
Just thinking about high school.
It was all a thing.
Grady High School football team.
It was good.
It was a powerhouse.
Now, we wasn't no slouches over at Washington, but Grady was an all-white school back then, so they wasn't on our schedule.
We really couldn't test them.
Till one day, junior year, somebody had the bright idea of putting the scrimmage together.
Mostly supposed to be a tune-up game for them.
Well, we tuned them up all right.
Ran those boys up and down that field like they stole something.
Our folks in those stands were so happy.
They were so proud.
I mean, they really couldn't show it back then, but you could see it in their eyes.
You could feel it, you know?
And that second half rolled around.
Them refs found their whistle started.
Throwin' flags on damn near every play.
Holdin' it.
Offside.
Whatever.
They just makin' shit up as they went.
Turned the damn scoreboard off.
By the end of the game, you know, we lost.
That's what they said, anyway.
They wasn't never gonna let us have that taste of victory.
And I never...
I never imagined how much that might've meant to this moment right here.
Why don't you go and make sure they're ready to go for Mel?
I'm gonna be right behind you.
Yes, sir.
Hey, champ.
I think we best get out of here.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir, I'll follow you.
Yeah.
You gotta take me someplace to get something to eat, though.
Oh, we hungry.
We got plenty of spots in Atlanta.
They got good food.
Oh, we got good food.
All right.
I heard the wings is good.
I'm hungry.
We got wings, we got thighs, we got legs, we got everything.
Cock-a-doodle-doo, chicken man.
Let's take a ride.
Hey, if I could take a second, just... Now, hold on, hold on, now.
Listen, listen, man.
If I could just explain, you understand?
Let me say what I got to say.
You see, I ain't meant no harm.
I ain't meant no harm or nothing, now.
Come on.
Shit.
You know, when I was a kid, I used to get such a kick when my mama would get ready to kill one of them yardbirds for our supper.
She'd grab him by the neck and swing it around her head like a helicopter to pop his neck.
And then us kids, we'd just watch as this broke-necked bird run around the yard with his head hanging off his neck.
He'd go... That's the same shit that's about to happen in the other half, nigga.
Oh, shit, Javi.
What'd you do, man?
Oh, shit, Javi.
What the hell are you doing?
Fuck you done did, man.
What'd you do, huh?
What'd you do?
This man was gonna rob us, chicken.
Just gangster half the money for my party.
Even when he found out the party was for me, he still talked all slick out the side of his neck, trying to send a message to old Frank.
You a long way from New Jordan, Frank.
See, motherfuckers like this.
They never give up, do you, Hub?
Stealing from me.
Lying to me.
Man in my position.
Quemar en el infierno.
La perra.
Damn.
Ooh, good shot.
Shit.
Your turn, Mr. Yardbird.
While you was running your little hustle with your janitor friend, what did you think was gonna happen tomorrow?
When we found out that you was 100% bullshit.
Wasn't nobody bullshitting, man.
I've been trying to get to you to bend your ear, man.
That's all I've been trying to do.
I'm just trying to bend your ear.
I'm trying to get to you and get a second with you, man.
Get a second with you to give you my pitch.
That's all I'm trying to do, Frank.
All right.
Go ahead.
Make your pitch.
Throw your best shit.
I see Atlanta as a black Vegas.
I know everybody else look at us as a goddamn country town that ain't worth a damn dirt that we standing on.
I don't see it like that.
I see greatness.
Because we got something to say.
See, Atlanta niggas got a vision.
Just like you, Frank.
And all I want, all I want is to be a service to your vision, man.
I want to be your man.
I want to be your guy on the ground.
I want to work.
I want to work for you.
Got something you need done, I'll do it.
I can get it done.
You need a building permit?
Well, guess what, Frank?
My aunt know the goddamn city supervisor because she used to be a babysitter for him.
You want a liquor license?
Well, guess what?
Alvin Harris, his driver, I played pool with his driver on Wednesday.
I know folk.
You hear me?
I know folk.
What I'm trying to say to you is I collect them, man.
I collect them like I collect numbers.
Black Vegas.
No.
No, no, no, no.
See?
Get up, nigga.
It's suppertime.
See, now, I... I see Atlanta as a black Mecca.
An empire like the Mali empire in Africa.
We take back our land, the 40 million acres and all the goddamn mules.
We build our houses, build our businesses, put black folk in seats of power.
Mayor's office, courts, police.
We start our own TV stations, our own radio stations.
We build movie studios, bigger, realer, and blacker than Hollywood.
But most importantly, we build black wealth with black money.
And we become kings.
Like my samosa.
The richest man that ever lived.
I feel like letting my hair down.
Shit, my hair already down.
So where the hot spot at, man?
I want to slip into something moist.
Nah, I want to do something a little more private.
Your town?
So where we going?
I think I know a place.
Yeah, I know a place.
I got you, Mr. Moe.
Where we going?
We gonna go right up here.
Just a couple houses up to the left.
All right.
Watch yourself.
I got you.
Go on.
Hey, come on.
This it right here.
Hey, baby.
Wow.
Ready to have some fun?
Of course.
All right then.
Yeah, yeah.
Right this way.
Watch your step, Mr. Moore.
Fresh fish on the line.
Hey, man.
What's going on?
Where's my head, baby?
You hurt?
No, no, they're here.
Huh?
They're here, baby.
This don't feel like no motherfucking fight.
Hold on, hold on.
I'll get him, too.
It's a fucking rivalry!
Move, and you're fucking dead!
Hold on, nigga.
No, wait a minute.
Get on the ground!
Get down, baby.
Get down.
You two wanna fuck or have a gun?
It's okay, Daddy Longstroke.
Hey, hey, listen to me, now.
Hey, okay, all right.
All right, sit down.
Hey, just about a bitch.
Fuck down.