Y'all can breathe now, the Black Adonis has arrived.
You will be Ali's personal bodyguard.
Chief, my caseload is piling up...
Ali's safety is now your priority.
You're the only one I can trust with this assignment.
As a matter of fact, look, we can go down there to the Clermont,
- we gon' meet Silky there tonight. - Silky in town?
You ain't gon' believe who this nigga working for now.
- Who? - Frank Moten.
That gangster from the tabloids?
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 squeezin' poor Chicken Man so hard, Javi?
Chicken throw big party and doesn't invite me.
Miami about 600 miles from Atlanta.
And you a long way from New York.
Fat Boy fucked us.
Throwing the party with one of his country-ass friends.
No, no. This makes the plan even better.
We got the perfect patsy now.
Welcome, sports fans around the world.
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, Chickie, last I checked,
we're a cunt hair away from nuclear war.
Come on, man. My goddamn life on the line
and you worried about that bullshit?
- Come on. - Are you sure this play gonna work?
Look, it's foolproof.
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.
Yo, I got to 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... if I may?
Now y'all done charged me with possession with intent.
Only intent I've ever had, Your Honor,
is taking care of my family right there.
Now I can't say the same about that white boy
that they done got me corralled up with.
Ain't... Ain't the same now, is it?
No.
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 the story...
The defendant is sentenced to two years at Forsythe Labor Camp.
Now get this hoodlum out of my courtroom.
Your Honor, hold on, "hoodlum"? Now I was wrongfully arrested.
Yo, what'd you just tell me?
You told me I ain't got nothin' to worry about.
- What, you ain't know nothing? - They never come to these things.
Hey, man, you've got some nerve, you hear me?
- Get your hands off of me, man. - Get off me!
Come on. You taking me away from my family!
- You go to hell. - After you, hoodlum.
Hoodlum.
Good evening, ladies, gentlemen,
and fight fans everywhere.
At this time, please rise for the national anthem.
♪ Say, can you see
♪ By the dawn's early light... ♪
McKINLEY: Everybody, get on the fucking ground!
- Get on the ground! - Fuck!
Lay down!
Get the fuck down, now!
Hey!
Get all the motherfuckers in the corner! Now!
Get down! Get down!
McKINLEY: Go!
Get the fuck up!
- Okay, okay, okay! - Get your ass out of there!
- Now! Now! Now! - Come here, bitch! Come here!
Get the fuck up!
Get your ass back! Now, you fucked up, nigga!
Get back! Now, now, now!
- On the fucking floor! - Get down!
Bitch-ass motherfucker!
Ay, y'all, fuck that...
McKINLEY: You fucked up, nigga!
McKINLEY: Go!
Shit! Fuck!
- McKINLEY: Get on the ground! - Get behind!
McKINLEY: Down! Down!
Get the fuck on the floor!
Get on the floor, now!
Now, nigga!
The fuck!
You, too, my boy.
♪ And the home
♪ Of the
♪ Brave ♪
McKINLEY: 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.
McKINLEY: Vivian Thomas.
Down Woman to Gordon "Chicken Man" Williams,
proprietor of this house.
Small-time numbers man turned party host.
Now I suggest you stop fucking with me.
'Cause I ain't as dumb as I look,
and these here guns, they do work.
Okay.
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?
The fuck you say?
How the fuck we 'posed to act like we partying?
And your name is, sugar?
Nigga, don't act like...
You a sharp one, ain't ya?
Maxine.
- W-Wait. - Wait!
We're gon' get that music back on.
Then I want a guy and girl at each window,
shaking what they mama gave them like they life depends on it.
Sit yo' 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 gon' be a long night.
♪ So many days...
♪ Since you went away...
♪ I often think of you...
♪ Night and day
♪ But I know that someday
♪ Someday, darling
♪ I won't be...
♪ Trouble no more ♪
Yeah, I see you.
Negro communion?
Man, how the hell was I supposed to know that
them little niggas was Viet Cong?
McKINLEY: Motherfuckers running around shooting everybody.
- Shit! Your ass! "Yo, shoot 'em, shoot 'em!" - Get on the ground!
- Shoot! Nigga, they got guns, shoot back!
I caught his ass tripping.
Shoot back at the...
It's good to see you, Emerson.
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.
McKINLEY: I was just doing my job, soldier.
Fuck that.
Fuck all that, man, you...
You wasn't like the rest of us,
scared out of our minds.
Shittin' water, pissin' blood.
I was shittin' and pissin'.
Now, how your little girl doing?
She'll be nine her next birthday.
Nine?
- Nah. - Yeah, man.
Damn!
Where time?
McKINLEY: Yeah.
Please tell me you ain't brought this beautiful child in here.
Now you know Charmaine ain't gon' allow that shit.
So what you doing for work these days?
I'm a solid citizen now.
You know, I...
I got a line on something.
If you're looking for some extra bread.
Y'know, I got an early morning tomorrow, Dorsey.
All right.
All right, soldier, I can dig it.
Shit.
You a solid citizen now.
How much?
20K.
Who we robbin'?
McKINLEY: How you come upon this?
Found 'em circulating in the city.
Can't knock his hustle.
- Your man's late. - Willie 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.
Hey.
What ain't you telling me, soldier?
Fuck, man!
Goddamn.
You motherfuckers almost pissed yourself, didn't you?
Willie Black, this is Mac. Mac...
this Willie Black.
Mac?
Your mama ain't love you, nigga?
She named you after the hamburger stand?
You can get your simple ass in this van.
Look at these niggas.
It's gonna be fun.
Now where's this party at, motherfuckers?
- Meat delivery. - What kind of meat is that?
I got chicken cutlets. I got prime rib.
That's going to Charlene in the kitchen. Come this way.
- Charlene! He got the cutlets. - Yeah?
You can't throw no party for niggas with no seafood.
Don't do it now. Don't do it now.
- Mr. Williams! - Don't do it with the grass, then.
- Chicken! - Peaches, hey, baby. You look good.
One second. Where y'all going?
McKINLEY: We're the painters, ma'am.
We just came in here to drop off some paint.
Keep that shit in the basement.
- Yes, ma'am. - Thanks, Mama.
I ain't your mama, Jack.
What...
Bit of advice when you're casing a joint,
best idea not to be noticed.
Thanks, Pops.
But don't you ever put your fucking hands on me again.
What's the word, man. How'd it go?
Well, that shit open, E.
That shit wide fucking open.
- What about you, Mac? - It's risky.
Lotta nooks and crannies. Not to mention, we don't know shit about security.
A lotta unknown variables.
Can we ditch this jive motherfucker
- and get some niggas who know how to fucking work? - 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 gon' need about five other motherfuckers just as crazy.
Y'all motherfuckers get home safe now, you hear?
You still benching 250?
I'm up to 325 now, motherfucker.
Get some, brother.
- Yes, Andre! - Yeah, baby. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Right on.
Boy got stamina.
Whoa!
Sheesh!
Goddamn.
What y'all want?
Looking for a wheelman.
That li'l motherfucker look young as fuck.
How you know this motherfucker, man?
I know his mama from high school.
That's your baby?
Don't tell me you the pappy.
McKINLEY: Baby Ray can spot the fuzz from the moon.
- Cops! - Li'l help!
Nice move.
What's shaking, youngblood?
What's good, Mac? Y'know just working.
Who this ashy nigga with you?
Mean muggin'. He the mean mug-- shit!
- Hey, hey, hey! - All right, all right. Relax.
- You keep talking all that shit... - I'm joking!
I'm gonna smack all the teeth out your motherfucking mouth, boy.
Relax.
- Relax. Hey. Hey. - Goddamn!
What the fuck we even need this li'l orphan-looking motherfucker for?
Give it back.
Give what back? I ain't take nothin' from this nigga.
Now.
Give it back, now.
What the fuck?
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?
McKINLEY: Nigga, I like making conversation, brother.
Make somethin' else.
What you want, Mac?
Two minutes. That's all I need.
I wouldn't brag about that.
Look now, the job's pretty clean.
An inside woman puts us over the top.
Just 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 helped put all this shit here together.
Listen here...
When you get off, maybe me and you should discuss some things.
Talk about some money.
- Yeah? - You look like you like money.
- I do. - I got money. We can do that shit together, baby.
Put your greasy hands on me again,
you gonna get the business end of my blade.
We clear, bitch?
Crystal, baby.
No, thank you.
Yeah, ashy-ass nigga.
- He out, too. - What?
No, Lena, 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'm gonna call Auntie on my next break.
- Yeah, you been a snitch. Ooh! - 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?
McKINLEY: Look, Tommy ain't a boy no more.
This way, we can keep eyes on him.
Keep him with us. It'll stop him from snatching wallets anymore.
What time is the meetin'?
McKINLEY: All right, now the street...
dead ends into a cul-de-sac.
So there's only one way in and one way out.
Andre, that's where you come in.
You gonna be posted right here with the walkies, acting as our eyes and ears.
- So if you see anything go south... - Over.
...I'mma need you to hop on that radio
and be ready to drive like Richard Petty, man.
That cracker can't hold a candle to me, Jack.
Boone. Me and you gonna be on the front door.
The partygoers 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...
Ain't nobody said nothin' about no hostages.
Letting people leave is not exactly the brightest idea, kid.
McKINLEY: Chicken Man is one of the smartest hustlers in Atlanta.
But he has a weakness.
- Hot women. - Hey, girl!
Now you sitting on the right car at the wrong time.
McKINLEY: Lena. That's where you come in.
- Excuse me, boss. - Goddammit. Watch yourself, youngblood.
It's a jungle out here, you hear me?
McKINLEY: You and Tommy gon' figure out a way to land you at that party,
and into Chicken Man's good graces.
Your name Gordon?
Who asking?
Department of Motor Vehicles.
This you?
Where you get that at?
I found it in this. You must have dropped it back there.
Damn, now you got me at a loss.
- 'Cause I don't know your name. - Lena.
McKINLEY: Now there's gonna be more of them than there are of us.
So we're gonna need a woman on the inside.
- What's your name, darling? - Lena.
McKINLEY: Someone to tip us off to any danger with the hosts and hostages.
If this party is as live as you say it's gonna be,
how we gonna fit 'em all in the basement?
McKINLEY: 'Cause it's a big-ass basement.
- Now the cut's 20K each. - 20K.
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.
Yeah, no, I know. Um...
I got this for Shelly. You know, I figured I'd come drop it off.
I was in the neighborhood.
She's playing at her friend's house.
I'll take it.
But you can't call over there and 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.
Well, look, I got a right to see my daughter, Charmaine.
Well, you can take it up with a 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 bear.
Find a decent place in a decent part of town,
and we can talk about you being in her life.
So, how we looking?
Crew's all in place.
Got everything planned down to the minute.
Right on. Right on.
All right, brother.
I... am on the last flight out to LaGuardia.
What, you ain't staying for the fight?
No, my work here is done.
For now.
I'll... I'll reach out after.
Hip you where to meet my fence.
Come on, give me some.
McKINLEY: Hey.
Why me?
'Cause you earned this, soldier.
Hey.
I'll see you when we rich?
And now, for the main event
scheduled for 15 rounds.
Introducing...
from Bellflower, California,
he weighs 197.5 pounds,
Jerry Quarry.
Congratulations, Detective. You got him to the ring.
Yeah. Well, 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!
Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali!
Hey you. I told you, back up, boy!
- Hey, Chicken! - Hey.
- I hit the number. - Get out of here.
Two hundred and fifty smackeroos.
Okay, now. All right, here's what I want you to do.
I want you to come by the house in a couple of days.
I'm gonna have Vivian settle up with you.
A few days?
How come I can't get my money now?
- 'Cause we at the fight, Sully. - But, Chicken!
Come on now, I got you.
- I'm gonna come back at you. - Sully, I got you, brother.
- I'll be there. - Silky.
Big night tonight?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Hey, man, when you gonna get me some face time with Frank, Silky?
Black Godfather ain't got time
- for your country jive. - Okay.
Bet he'll 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'll 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.
He just received bad news.
There's some land deal he had going on the West Side,
- just went belly up. - What?
These pencil-pushing motherfuckers in the State House
blocked him from buying some property,
something about some bullshit
in the Zoning and Development Department.
- Zoning and Development? - Yeah.
Hold on, wait a minute...
Now what if that's my way in?
Right? What if I could 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.
Okay, look, well, Silky. Do this, then...
Get him to the party. Get him to the party. Let me talk.
- Let me handle it. - It ain't happening, Chicken.
What you talking...
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.
Ooh, goddamn! This gotta be the spot.
Welcome to the party, sugar.
Come on in.
- Tell me twice. - I know!
Ain't got to tell me twice.
- McKINLEY: This a robbery! - Shit.
Move, motherfucker. I said, move! Move!
Get your ass in the basement.
You next, motherfucker.
Where do you think they taking 'em?
I don't know.
Basement?
You think they gonna kill 'em?
McKINLEY: Hey.
Cut the chit-chat.
Y'all motherfuckers keep dancing.
This is Muhammad Ali's big comeback,
and the question everyone wonders is...
- Fucking hungry, man. - ...does Ali have anything left?
Shoot, me, too.
- Former Champ comes in... - 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,
go and get me and my nigga a couple of 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.
We're here in Atlanta...
And we're ready, ladies and gentlemen. Round one.
Ali in the white trunks. Jerry Quarry is in the blue.
Getting ready...
There's the bell!
Here we go.
Whoo!
Whoop that ass!
Whoo!
Yeah, yeah!
It's Sidney Poitier. And Coretta!
Hey, hey, Mama, you mind if I borrow your eyes, please?
Sure, but I'm gonna need 'em back.
This is exciting!
Cheating Uncle Tom motherfucker.
Man, Frank ain't coming.
He in a mood. Somethin' about some.
The land deal he had going on the West Side just went belly up.
- This is a personal gift from Leroy Johnson... - Okay. Okay.
...the first Black senator in the State House since Reconstruction.
Okay, Sully, I know that.
Quarry's left is finding his target.
Paul, Colt, break that up! Get in there!
Shut it down, right here, right here.
Break it up!
Get him outta there.
I see you got Colt and Romel 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?
Kids. Women, too, probably.
You ever tried with a grown man,
who wasn't wearing handcuffs?
You 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?
'Cause it's a bit long for my taste.
- Well, next time I'll go and I'll call Gucci and 'em. - Well...
Okay? It ain't nothin' but a little window dressing.
- That's all it is, all right? - Okay, okay. All right.
- Look. Hey! - Yeah?
Like I said, I'mma 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, I got you. All right, look here 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?
I'm the Senator's right-hand man.
- Sully... Nah! - And you know I am, in a way, 'cause anything he need...
- Come on, now. Hey! - What?
- How come? - No! I said you're the chief of staff.
- Okay. - You're the big dog. Now, the office I need you...
Sully. Sully, is you listening?
- I'm listening. - Sully, are you listening?
Look what you're doing. You're fiddling.
- You're fiddling yourself. - Okay, okay!
Okay, listen to me. You've 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 gotta say no. Just say no.
Just follow my lead, Sully. You ain't got--
Ain't this about a bitch?
Hey, I wonder if the Champ know how hard you go for the white man.
I ain't got time for your bullshit right now, Chicken.
Go on, get outta my face... hoodlum.
- Come on, Sully. - Okay, okay. I'm coming.
Hey, Frank!
What d'you think? Think Ali got this one here in the bag?
- Or you think the fix is in? - One punch can change everything.
Yeah, I know you're 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 Coles.
He work down at the State Department for Senator Leroy Johnson.
I'm the chief of staff...
- ...for Senator Leroy Johnson. - Yeah.
I take care of everything he need.
Whatever he need, I can get it.
Now, Frank, Frank, what he mean by that is,
this man damn near basically running that whole department.
You need it, he 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, Sully? What is it? - It's the...
- Come on now. - ...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 Sully.
And I work for Senator Johnson.
- Yeah, he do. - And you know what?
- He is the first Black senator... - Yeah.
- ...in the State House... - Since Reconstruction! Yes!
Frank know all that shit!
Frank, 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've got to have my fingers
in all types of pies, you understand me?
There he go! Senator Johnson! Hold on.
- Senator Johnson! - Hey, come on.
Hey, Sully, look at you!
You got your fancy threads on.
You got your front row seats.
This man been with me for 10 years,
I ain't never seen him look this sharp. Whoo!
- Ain't I clean? - You are clean.
This here is Frank, and he's a good man.
Frank Moten. Pleasure to meet you, Senator.
The pleasure's all mine. The pleasure's all mine, Frank.
- What's going on, Senator? - Hey... I know you.
- What... - I know you!
- You got that funny nickname, what is it, um... - Come on.
- Barbecue Jones? That's what he is, Barbecue Jones! - No, come on now. No, no.
Hey, hey, he always getting me mixed.
- No, it's Chicken Man. You know that. - I see this man
down at the State House more than I see the damn Governor!
Got his fingers in all of my staff's pockets.
Hey, come on now. Frank, what I tell you now?
Got to have your fingers in all types of pies. You hear me?
That's what I'm tryin' to do for you, Frank.
Shit! My good... I got to go.
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.
Sully, I'm gonna see you first thing Monday morning, okay?
- Yes, sir. - Yep.
- 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? I see the pin.
- Me. - See you, Sully.
Chicken.
Time to go.
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? You good?
Listen, get inside his jab and you got this.
Keep playing around with this brute, 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.
Whoa! Yeah!
There's a big left from Quarry.
It staggers Ali.
The former champion is stunned.
Let's go! Get him! Get him!
Referee is not moving in.
There is no standing eight count,
but Ali is hurt. He is really hurt.
Yeah!
Ali is in the corner now,
and it's not looking good for the Champ.
Dance. Dance!
Ali's jab is like a piston.
His best weapon all night against the shorter fighter in Quarry.
Really picking up here in round three.
Dance!
Do your dance!
Come on, Quarry!
Ali is starting to show some of the skills
we've 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, Champ! Let's go, Champ!
There goes the bell, closing out round three.
I got you now, man!
- Jerry Quarry retreating to his corner. - Get off me!
Quarry's gonna need help with that cut. It looks like a bad one.
The ref 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 on.
- It's over. It's over. - Come on!
And that's it. The referee has signaled the fight is over.
Muhammad Ali has won...
...by a technical knockout at the end of the third round.
The former Champ is back!
Goddamn!
Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali!
Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali!
Man, I'll tell you...
I don't know what I was waiting for, but it wasn't that punchline.
Right, yeah. Hey, I tried.
But I mean it, guys. Frazier's next, Angie.
- Yes, sir. - I'll fight him on Peachtree Street.
I'll fight him at the Hyatt.
Actually, from now on, all Muhammad Ali's fights is happening in Atlanta.
- How you feel about that? - Yes, sir, fine by me.
- These foxy women out here, man! - What a night.
Well, let me introduce you to some.
I get to tell my grandkids I walked Muhammad Ali to the ring.
You all right, boss?
Yeah.
Just thinking about high school,
of all things.
Grady High School football team.
It was good. Yeah. It was a powerhouse.
We wasn't no slouches over in Washington,
but Grady was an all-white school back then,
so they wasn't on our schedule, we really couldn't test 'em.
Until one day, junior year,
somebody had the bright idea of putting a scrimmage together.
Mostly supposed to be a tune-up game for them.
Well, we tuned 'em up, all right.
Ran those boys up and down that field like they stole somethin'.
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
throwing flags on damn near every play.
Holding, offside...
Whatever. They was making 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.
I never...
I never imagined how much that might have meant.
'Til this moment, right here.
Let's all get a picture here now.
Now look, I was sayin' to somebody...
Why don't you go and make sure they're ready to go, Romel?
I... I'm gonna be right behind you.
Yes, sir.
Hey, Champ. Think we best get out of here.
Yes, sir.
- Yeah, should I follow you? - Yeah.
You gotta take me someplace to get something to eat, though.
Y'know, we got plenty of spots in Atlanta.
- They got good food? - We got good food.
All right. I heard the wings is good, 'cause I'm hungry.
We got wings, we got thighs,
- we got legs, we got... Anything. Whatever they got...
Cock-a-doodle-doo, Chicken Man.
Let's take a ride.
Hey, if I - if I could take a second to just...
- Now, hold on, hold on, man. Listen, listen, man. Get yo ass up.
If I can just explain, then you'd understand.
Let me say what I gotta say and you'll see I ain't meant no harm.
- I ain't meant no harm or nothing, now! - Sit down, nigga.
Come on! Shit!
You know, when I was a kid,
I used to get such a kick when my mama'd get ready
to kill one of them yard birds for our supper.
She'd grab it by the neck,
and swing it around her head like a helicopter,
to pop its neck.
And then, us kids, we'd just watch
as this broke-neck bird run around the yard
with its head hanging off its neck.
It would go...
That's the same shit that's about to happen to your ass, nigga.
Shit, Javi.
What'd you do, man? Shit, Javi.
What the hell you do?
What the fuck you done did, man?
What'd you do? What'd you do?
This man was gonna rob us, Chicken.
Just gangster half the money from 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 York, Frank."
See, motherfuckers like this,
they never give up, do you, Javi?
- Fuck you! - Stealin' from me.
Lyin' to me.
A man in my position just can't have that.
Burn in hell, bitch.
Fuck! Shit, man.
Damn!
- Ooh, good shot. - F...
Shit!
Your turn, Mr. Yardbird.
Come on, man.
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.
Nobody... Ain't nobody bullshit, 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... I'm trying to bend your ear.
I'm trying to get to you, and, and, 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 the da...
damn dirt that we standing on.
I don't see it like that, I see greatness.
'Cause 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 of 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 wanna work for you.
Got something you needed done? I'll do it.
I can get it done. You need a... a building permit?
Well, guess what, Frank? My aunt know the goddamn city supervisor,
'cause she used to be a babysitter for him.
You want a liquor license? Well, guess what?
Alvin Harris and his driver...
I play 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...
- Come on, come on, man. - Get up, nigga.
- Come on. - Supper time.
You know, 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, we 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 Mansa Musa.
The richest man that ever lived.
See, I feel like letting my hair down.
Shit, my hair already down.
So, so where the hotspot at, man?
I want to slip into something moist.
I want to do something a little more private.
Your town? So where are we going?
I think I know a place.
Yeah, I know... I know a place.
I got you, Mr. Moten.
- Where we going? - We gonna go right up here.
Just a couple of houses up to the left.
- All right. - Watch yourself.
I got you.
Go on. Hey, come on.
This it right here.
Hey, baby.
- Ready to have some fun? All right then. - Of course.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, right this way. - Let's go, let's go!
Watch your step, Mr. Moten.
♪ You can love me when you want to, babe
♪ This is such a groovy party, baby...
Fresh fish on the line.
♪ Everybody's swingin'
♪ This is such a groovy place ♪
Okay. That go for you and all your boys.
All right, all right, ladies.
Hey, now.
- Hey, baby. What's goin' on? Where everybody at? Hey, baby.
- We early? - No, they here.
They here, baby.
Now, this don't feel like no motherfuckin' party.
Hold on, hold on now. I guarantee-
McKINLEY: This is a fucking robbery!
Move and you're fucking dead!
Now hold on, nigga, now wait a minute!
- Get on the ground! - Get down, baby, get down.
- McKINLEY: You too, motherfucker, on the ground! - It's okay, Daddy Long Stroke.
- Hey, hey, listen to me now. - Hey, okay! All right.
- All right. Settle down. - All the way down.
Ain't this about a bitch!
Further down.
Chicken.