American Gangster

Happy Thanksgiving!

- Here!

- Right here!

Here you go, fellas!

Come! Come here.

This is the problem.

This is what's wrong with America.

It's gotten so big

you just can't find your way.

The grocery store

on the corner is a now a supermarket.

The candy store

is a MacDonald's.

And this place...

a super f***ing discount store.

Where's the pride of ownership?

Where's the personal service?

See what I mean?

Sh*t...

What right do they have

of cutting out the suppliers?

Pushing out all the middlemen.

Buying direct from the manufacturer.

Sony this.

Toshiba that.

All them Chinks...

put Americans out of work.

...plans to take place

in Quang Tri Province.

From Laos...

That's the way it is now.

You're all right ?

You can't find the heart of anything...

to stick the knife.

Anybody here?

- Can I help you?

- Call an ambulance.

Forget it, Frank.

There's no one in charge.

Call an ambulance!

Some say Bumpy Johnson

was a great man,

according to eulogies,

a giving man.

A man of the people.

No one chose to use

in remembrances

the word most often associated

with Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson :

Gangster,

whose passing has brought

a Who's Who of mourners

on this chilly afternoon.

The KC mob boss,

Dominic Cattano.

Harlem crime figure,

Nicky Barnes.

From the political arena,

the Governor has come down.

The Mayor of New York,

the Chief of Police and Commissioner.

Sports and entertainment luminaries.

Bumpy Johnson,

age 62 when he passed

was a folk hero among Harlem locals

for over four decades.

Regarded by some as

the Robin Hood of Harlem,

by others as a ruthless criminal.

I would've thought that Warnfield

put out a better spread.

- Want some ?

- No, thanks.

I want chicken wings on mine.

Who is that ?

He didn't know what hit him.

I just kept poppin'

him in the face.

You got a light?

That's very good.

Hey, Frank !

Get me a light while you're at it.

Appreciate it.

Don Cattano.

How you doing, Rossi?

- Good.

- A drink, Sir?

Give him a scotch.

Come on.

I know you're hurting, Frank.

So am I.

I'm all right.

- You going to be all right?

- Yeah.

I'm sure Bumpy didn't tell you,

but he made me promise

if anything happened to him...

I should make sure

that you're want for nothing.

I appreciate that.

Half the people here

owed Bumpy money when he died.

They think I'll forget to collect,

but I'll get that money.

Well... that's the spirit.

Go get them.

Mr. Roberts!

Taking the prosecution side,

give us U.S. vs. Meade,

subject, issues,

what the determination was

and what it means to us today.

Class shall be critiquing,

Mr. Roberts, so pay attention.

I hate hearing my name,

ya know ?

Means I gotta get up

in front of the class,

I gotta turn around,

and I know everyone in there,

they know more than I do.

The N1 fear of people...

it ain't dying.

It's public speaking.

I get physically ill.

Wanna throw up.

And you wanna do that

for a living.

I don't like being like that.

I want to beat it.

- Should I do this?

- No, he'll take it from me.

He knows me since high shool.

- High school?

- Good morning.

He doesn't take it, just throw it in.

- That's good service.

- Throw it in?

- What's up, Suzie?

- Hi, Jay.

- How you doing, baby?

- All right.

You, punk !

You bit me, a**hole !

I swear to God, Richie.

I didn't know it was you.

I'd never slam a door

on your hand, knowingly.

You bit my f***ing hand.

What you doing

serving subpoenas anyway?

- We're on loan to County.

- County?

- How's that working for you?

- F*** you.

I'm sorry.

Consider me served.

Can we leave it there?

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