A black businessman like you?

You represent progress.

The kind of progress that's going to see them lose a lot of money.

With you out of the way, everything can return to normal.

My man.

You know what normal is to me, Richie?

I ain't seen normal since I was six years old.

Normal is seeing the police right up to my house

dragging my little 12-year-old cousin out, tying him to a pole,

shoving a shotgun in his mouth so hard they bust his teeth.

Then they bust two shotgun shells in his head and knock his fucking head off.

That's what normal is to me.

I didn't give a fuck about no police then.

I don't give a fuck about no police now. Shit.

You know what, you can do whatever you want to do.

So, it don't mean nothing to me for you to show up tomorrow morning

with your head blown off. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Yeah, Frank. Get in line.

That one stretches around the block, too.

All right.

What do you want to do?

You know what you got to do.

What do you want me to do? Snitch, huh?

I know you don't want me to give up no cops.

What do you want? You want gangsters?

Pick one. Jew gangsters? Mick gangsters? Guineas?

They've been bleeding Harlem dry since they got off the boat, Richie.

I don't give a fuck about no crime figures. You can have them.

I'll take them, too.

You'll take them, too?

No, you didn't. You're talking about police. You want police?

You want your own kind?

They're not my kind.

They're in business with you, Frank. They ain't my kind.

They ain't my kind like the Italians are not yours. All right?

Huh.

What can you promise me, Richie?

I can promise you, you lie about one name,

you'll never get out of prison.

You lie about one dollar, in one offshore account, you'll never get out of prison.

Now you can live life rich in jail for the rest of your born days,

or be poor outside for some of them.

That's what I can promise you.

I want them cops, Richie. That's what I want, I want them cops

that took that money out of my pockets.