RICHIE
                   It's got to be `Blue Magic.' FRANK (CONT'D)
                   Not a fuckin Datsun.
                          (his look says, right?)
                   Blue Magic is a brand name; as much a FRANK
                   I have to insist. You call it Blue
                   Magic, that's misrepresentation. RICHIE
                     It's where this dope is coming from.                       
                     Blue Magic. Out of New York. What am
                     I supposed to do, ignore it? FRANK
               Nobody owns me. Because I own my
               company.

     INTERCUT: Feminine hands stamp small packets of blue
     cellophane with the words `Blue Magic' - 84.
                                 
219   CONTINUED:                                                       219


                                 JACKIE
                   Pink Magic.   Black Magic - FRANK
                   Whack it down to nothing, tie a bow
                   around it and call it Blue Dogshit if you
                   want, just don't let me catch you doing
                   this again. TONY
                What.

                             RICHIE
                You don't have to talk about it, you
                don't want. What do you hear about Blue
                Magic? Anything? JACKIE
                   Fine. I'll call it Red Magic, even
                   though it doesn't sound as good. A single, half-empty packet of heroin, the same one from the
           morgue, in distinctive blue cellophane, tacked to a bulletin
           board. Richie, perched on a desk in front of it. TONY                                            
                   It's a scientific force like atomic                          
                   energy. It rearranges the molecules. Blue the way it is. No one does. At a
                   certain point it's just greed. MECHANIC
                   Yeah, yeah, it's `Blue.' You can pick
                   it up here tomorrow. Where's the rest of
                   the money? (CONT) (CONT) (CONT) The laundry truck comes past a guard gate, leaves the base,
           drives past a stand of trees. As it passes, Richie, parked Stitched-up, black and blue hands dump a can of soup in a
     pot, put it on the stove. empty packet of heroin in blue cellophane. Richie takes the
     blue cellophane from the bag and, as the drawer closes
     entombing Sanders, holds it in his hand ... Richie and the Amigos observe a buy from a parked car, the
      blue cellophane changing hands. Ignoring the buyer as he
      walks away, they keep watching the seller.
The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered Frank, in an apron, carries in a huge cooked turkey as the
       extended Lucas family gathers around the table. It's like
       Norman Rockwell painting - Another brother is photographed by Spearman from a parked
      car as he changes tires on a car up on a hoist.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Turner Lucas, the Bronx - He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - Mrs. Lucas embraces Ana like family.

105 OMIT                                                            105 OMIT wagon, hoisting those that won't fit inside onto a roof
      rack. Two Lucas brothers tie them down with twine. He talks to them, returns to his car, takes a valise from
      the trunk. He snaps it open revealing stacks of cash, hands RICHIE
                     Then goes to work. Meeting with his
                     accountant, or lawyer, dropping in on one
                     of the several office buildings he owns. 291   EXT. MAMA LUCAS'S TEANECK, N.J. HOUSE - DAY                      291

      Trupo crosses the lawn toward the kennel and barking dog - Ana's family and friends on one side of the aisle, the
      extended Lucas family - on the other. Frank's mother looks
      at her eldest son at the altar with pride. 173   INT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY                                         173

      A Lucas brother hands some dry cleaning to Spearman - The brothers can't help but notice the storekeepers who wave
     to Frank, the women who smile, the men who step out of his
     path like there's a red carpet under his polished shoes. MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. Like Bumpy used to do every Thanksgiving, Frank and his
       brothers, from the back of the truck, hand out hundreds of
       freshly-butchered turkeys to the poor. Legend:   The day after he convicted Frank Lucas and 30 of
                his Country Boy relatives, Richard Roberts borrowed
                $400 from his credit union to help pay for a 3-day
                vacation to the Bahamas. He opens the door for her like a perfect gentleman, slides
      in after her.

103   EXT. MAMA LUCAS'S TEANECK, N.J. HOUSE - DAY                      103
Legend:   Frank Lucas was convicted of Conspiracy to
                Distribute Narcotics and sentenced to 70 years.
                He served 15 of them. Richie dismantles the Lucas Table of Organization here,
      taking down the photographs. As it collapses -

346   INT. COUNTY JAIL CELL - CONTINUED                              346 Legend:   The day after he convicted Frank Lucas and 30 of
                his Country Boy relatives, Richard Roberts borrowed
                $400 from his credit union to help pay for a 3-day
                vacation to the Bahamas. The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered Legend:   Six months later, he quit the Prosecutors Office
                to become a defense attorney. His first client was
                Frank Lucas. 125.
                            




352   INT. PRISON CELL - DAY (YEARS LATER)                          352 MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - New Jersey troopers cuff Turner Lucas and lead him away.

340    EXT. ELECTRICAL SHOP - DAY                                     340 The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table FRANK
                  I had it made. From memory.
                               MRS. LUCAS
                  You were five when they took it away.
                  How could you remember it? 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. MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. Richie slowly lifts himself from his chair, steps forward,             
      turns to look at the jury that's studying him, finally finds           
      his voice: As Richie and his detectives climb into their cars, two               
           Lucas cars fold in behind the laundry truck. The detectives           
           follow at a distance -
Legend:   Frank Lucas was convicted of Conspiracy to
                Distribute Narcotics and sentenced to 70 years.
                He served 15 of them. Richie dismantles the Lucas Table of Organization here,
      taking down the photographs. As it collapses -

346   INT. COUNTY JAIL CELL - CONTINUED                              346 Legend:   The day after he convicted Frank Lucas and 30 of
                his Country Boy relatives, Richard Roberts borrowed
                $400 from his credit union to help pay for a 3-day
                vacation to the Bahamas. Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - Legend:   Six months later, he quit the Prosecutors Office
                to become a defense attorney. His first client was
                Frank Lucas. The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - New Jersey troopers cuff Turner Lucas and lead him away.

340    EXT. ELECTRICAL SHOP - DAY                                     340 FRANK
                  I had it made. From memory.
                               MRS. LUCAS
                  You were five when they took it away.
                  How could you remember it? 125.
                            




352   INT. PRISON CELL - DAY (YEARS LATER)                          352 The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table As Richie and his detectives climb into their cars, two               
           Lucas cars fold in behind the laundry truck. The detectives           
           follow at a distance - Richie slowly lifts himself from his chair, steps forward,             
      turns to look at the jury that's studying him, finally finds           
      his voice: 337   INT/EXT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY                                    337

      Police cars outside.    Eugene Lucas is cuffed and led away. A laundry truck idles. Stevie, the Lucas nephew who could
        have played for Yankees, jumps down, helps the two privates
        toss several laundry bags into the back of the truck.
SHEILA
                   Your honor, a lot has been said here
                   today about how unsavory Mr. Roberts' Legend:   The day after he convicted Frank Lucas and 30 of
                his Country Boy relatives, Richard Roberts borrowed
                $400 from his credit union to help pay for a 3-day
                vacation to the Bahamas. They regard one another in silence.      Richie can tell Frank
      sees daylight.

                                FRANK
                   What can you promise me? The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - Richie dismantles the Lucas Table of Organization here,
      taking down the photographs. As it collapses -

346   INT. COUNTY JAIL CELL - CONTINUED                              346 He talks to them, returns to his car, takes a valise from
      the trunk. He snaps it open revealing stacks of cash, hands MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - He holds out a business envelope fat with money. Nate
      hesitates, knowing Frank has just said he'll kill him if
      things don't go right, then takes it. Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table Legend:   Six months later, he quit the Prosecutors Office
                to become a defense attorney. His first client was
                Frank Lucas. 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. MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. Legend:   Frank Lucas was convicted of Conspiracy to
                Distribute Narcotics and sentenced to 70 years.
                He served 15 of them. As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. The attorneys get up and leave. Richie takes their place.
      Frank regards him a moment, offering the same knowing smile
      from the courtroom. Richie offers nothing. RICHIE
                    Talk.

                                 MAN
                    Are you Richard Roberts?      I got a
                    subpoena. 10 and 20 dollar bills changing hands - decks of cash
      rubber-banded together - put into envelopes and delivered
      to the Lucas brothers, to: Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - Richie's in serious trouble and knows it.    As does Toback.
The owner of the gleaming patent leather shoes is shown to
      his second row ringside seat just behind the sports writers,
      and we move up the full-length chinchilla coat to Frank's
      uneasy expression - As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. Flashbulbs pop throughout the arena as Robert Goulet
      begins the National Anthem. Ali pointedly doesn't sing
      along. Richie frames the shadowy figure in the chinchilla Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table A sudden roar from the crowd as the lights go out except
      for the spot on the ring. Ali and Frazier are coming down King. Joe Louis himself - who barely acknowledged Richie's                
      existence - comes over and playfully exchanges "punches"                  
      with the man in the chinchilla coat. Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - Pre-fight. Richie, blended in with the a group of press
           photographers, regards the organized crime figures ringside.
           He takes a few pictures with the long lens camera as - Then it's quiet again. Everyone's still looking him, but
     Frank doesn't run. Instead, he calmly reaches into Tango's Jones nudges Abruzzo to pay attention. Abruzzo elbows him
           back. Richie just waits like a teacher for their attention. The brothers can't help but notice the storekeepers who wave
     to Frank, the women who smile, the men who step out of his
     path like there's a red carpet under his polished shoes. Richie's camera roams the faces of the prime ticket holders
      ringside: organized crime figures, celebrities, politicians,              
      women with plunging necklines and platinum hair - The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. Another brother is photographed by Spearman from a parked
      car as he changes tires on a car up on a hoist.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Turner Lucas, the Bronx - He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - Most of the guys watching it. Richie isn't. He comes
      over to Table of Organization. Tacks his Bar Association
      notice to it. Regards the photographs, like tentacles of
      octopus yet to have a head. Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - It's as if life on the street has stopped. No one moves;
     everyone is looking at Frank; maybe that's what he wants.
     As Tango laughs at the thought -
He removes one tablespoon of heroin from each of the
          baggies, and the now-almost-heroin-free powder is mixed Five naked women at work tables, their faces veiled by
     surgical masks, cutting heroin with lactose and quinine in a
     precise mixture of controlled purity. The Lucas brothers Frank's cutter and sometimes-girlfriend, Red Top - sets a
       couple of packets of heroin in front of the servicemen. Pharmaceutical scales balance to their counterweights as
       the five naked, masked women cut the heroin with quinine to
       Frank's exacting standards. Red Top puts on some coffee. Trupo closes the trunk and walks away with his cut of the
       heroin, calling to his partner -

                                    TRUPO
                    Let's go. Trupo reaches into the trunk, picks up two of the heroin
      bricks, tucks them under his arm and looks at Frank -

                                                                     (CONT) Six kilos of heroin are illuminated by the trunk light.
      Frank and Trupo regard it in silence. Then -

                             TRUPO
                Now what are we gonna do about this? A single, half-empty packet of heroin, the same one from the
           morgue, in distinctive blue cellophane, tacked to a bulletin
           board. Richie, perched on a desk in front of it. Hands peel back the distinctive black and green "evidence"
          tape on the clear plastic bags. Dump the heroin into twenty of Double UO Globe heroin. As they take them out, a gospel
        choir begins and continues over: from pockets and change hands. In alleyways it's cooked up
      and sucked into syringes, and in dank, grim, indescribably
      filthy rooms, plunged into veins - RICHIE
                        Heroin, cocaine, amphetamines. No
                        grass under a thousand pounds. Less than                   
                        that, someone else can waste their time. Abruzzo, looking like a junkie, dirty jeans, wool cap,
      approaches a dealer on the corner. The perspective shifts Trupo snaps the suitcase open revealing five half-kilo bags
          of uncut heroin in clear plastic bags. The other cops pull And we see: Several brick-like packages of No. 4 heroin
      wrapped in paper marked with Chinese writing, stamped with Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - Legend:   Frank Lucas was convicted of Conspiracy to
                Distribute Narcotics and sentenced to 70 years.
                He served 15 of them. A cadaver drawer slides open revealing - not Tango - but
     Rivera, staring up lifeless, his arms, stomach, legs and                
     toes dotted with the scabs of a longtime addict. Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered Legend:   Six months later, he quit the Prosecutors Office
                to become a defense attorney. His first client was
                Frank Lucas.
Trupo reaches into the trunk, picks up two of the heroin
      bricks, tucks them under his arm and looks at Frank -

                                                                     (CONT) Five naked women at work tables, their faces veiled by
     surgical masks, cutting heroin with lactose and quinine in a
     precise mixture of controlled purity. The Lucas brothers Six kilos of heroin are illuminated by the trunk light.
      Frank and Trupo regard it in silence. Then -

                             TRUPO
                Now what are we gonna do about this? He removes one tablespoon of heroin from each of the
          baggies, and the now-almost-heroin-free powder is mixed And we see: Several brick-like packages of No. 4 heroin
      wrapped in paper marked with Chinese writing, stamped with Trupo snaps the suitcase open revealing five half-kilo bags
          of uncut heroin in clear plastic bags. The other cops pull Frank's cutter and sometimes-girlfriend, Red Top - sets a
       couple of packets of heroin in front of the servicemen. The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. Pharmaceutical scales balance to their counterweights as
       the five naked, masked women cut the heroin with quinine to
       Frank's exacting standards. Red Top puts on some coffee. Mules are loaded up with burlap bags containing 3,000 kilos
       of heroin. pure No. 4 heroin into United States. RICHIE
                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. Hands peel back the distinctive black and green "evidence"
          tape on the clear plastic bags. Dump the heroin into twenty GENERAL
                You think you're going to take a hundred
                kilos of heroin into the US and you don't
                work for anyone? Someone is going to
                allow that? RICHIE
                   I believe Frank Lucas is above the mafia
                   in the dope business. I believe he buys from pockets and change hands. In alleyways it's cooked up
      and sucked into syringes, and in dank, grim, indescribably
      filthy rooms, plunged into veins - back where an Italian wise guy - Rossi - sits. Trupo unzips
          the bag revealing the recut heroin - in the yellow plastic. The suitcase and   "heroin," and some weapons and money, have
          been arranged on   an evidence table with the care of a Macy's Trupo closes the trunk and walks away with his cut of the
       heroin, calling to his partner -

                                    TRUPO
                    Let's go. RICHIE
                        Heroin, cocaine, amphetamines. No
                        grass under a thousand pounds. Less than                   
                        that, someone else can waste their time.
Trupo comes around to the front of the kennel again with his
      gun out and aims it at the dog. As he fires - He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - The dead dog slides against the fencing as Trupo overturns
      the kennel to reveal Frank's stash of cash.

                                                                 108. Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - Frank's bedroom has been destroyed. Trupo, standing at a
      window glances out at the sound of a barking of a dog to see
      Frank's German shepherd down in its kennel. The dog retrieves the stick, but this time - somehow - it's
     to Bumpy's hand he returns it. Frank listens attentively. Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered Frank and the dog in the back yard of a suburban house.
     His neighbors - those he can see - are white. He hears a The German shepherd watches as Frank removes the tape from
      one of the bags. He pulls it open - has almost no reaction -
      except to breathe again - then opens the next, and the next. Trupo regards the shepherd snarling at him from behind the
      kennel fence. Comes around back. Pushes at the frame. It
      moves a little, like it's levered - dog. He first gathers his mother in an embrace, then each
     of his startled brothers. MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. alone. His mother watches, wondering perhaps if he intends
           to go kill Trupo after all. As Doc's car leaves, so does
           another. Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table Frank nods. The vender hands him a napkin. The shepherd
     is still with him, but Bumpy is gone, and the gulls and the Then it's quiet again. Everyone's still looking him, but
     Frank doesn't run. Instead, he calmly reaches into Tango's
Bumpy Johnson, an elderly but still sturdy black man,
    elegantly dressed - cashmere overcoat, gloves, Homburg - people. No one chose to include in their
                 remembrances the word most often
                 associated with Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson:
                 Gangster. RICHIE (CONT'D)
                   For fifteen years he was Bumpy Johnson's
                   collector, bodyguard and driver. He was RICHIE
                     Neither was Bumpy Johnson's and he owned
                     Harlem.


                                                                       (CONT) The report continues on a TV no one's really watching here:
    a March of Time-like history of Bumpy Johnson, famed Harlem
    gangster, Robin Hood and killer. Legend:   Harlem

    A younger man, the gunman from the club - Frank Lucas -
    Bumpy's driver/bodyguard/collector/protege - watches from
    below. Armed with the sledgehammer, Richie and his partner - Javy               
     Rivera - come past a seedy motel office where a TV shows                 
     another report about Bumpy Johnson. Bumpy and I did a lot of business
                   together, as you know. Whatever he
                   needed, he'd come to me and I'd do my FRANK
                 I'll be fine, Charlie. Half the people
                 here owed Bumpy money when he died. A
                 lot of money. If they think I'm going
                 to forget to collect, they're wrong. RICHIE
                   Is it?   Everything he does, he does like
                   Bumpy.

                                TOBACK
                   Bumpy never wore a chinchilla coat in his
                   life. TANGO
                  Bumpy don't own 116th Street no more,
                  Frank. Bumpy don't own no real estate in Keys turn the locks of a safety-deposit box. The lid lifts
     revealing decks of cash. Frank takes it all out, slips one
     slender packet into Bumpy's banker's jacket pocket. TOBACK
                   You think Frank Lucas took over for Bumpy
                   Johnson? His driver? That's a little
                   far-fetched. walk down the street, nobody bothers you
                 because Bumpy's making sure of it.
                        (hands Frank one of the
                         espressos) Rossi, who looks more like a middle-aged accountant than the
       Italian dope supplier he is, makes two espressos.

                              ROSSI
                 Sad about Bumpy. CHARLIE
                 I'm sure Bumpy never told you, but he
                 made me promise, anything ever happened
                 to him, I'd make sure you didn't go
                 without. On the TV, over archive film and photographs of crime
    figures from the 1940's and `50's, the opinion is offered
    that Bumpy's death "marks the end of an era ..." RICHIE
                   Frank Lucas.

      No one in the room, except Richie and Toback, has ever
      heard the name. The federal men regard one another blankly. FRANK
               Bumpy was rich, but never white   man rich.
               Why? Because he didn't own the    company. Alone in the empty building, he stares at the T.O.: The
        higher echelon Italians like Tosca; lower echelon Harlem
        guys like Charlie Williams and Frank Lucas.
TANGO
                  Bumpy's fuckin dead. 2.
                               
4   CONTINUED:                                                          4
                              BUMPY (CONT'D) Bumpy and I did a lot of business
                   together, as you know. Whatever he
                   needed, he'd come to me and I'd do my On the TV, over archive film and photographs of crime
    figures from the 1940's and `50's, the opinion is offered
    that Bumpy's death "marks the end of an era ..." Bumpy Johnson, an elderly but still sturdy black man,
    elegantly dressed - cashmere overcoat, gloves, Homburg - FRANK
               Bumpy was rich, but never white   man rich.
               Why? Because he didn't own the    company. ANA
                   This is your father?

      Frank shakes his head no.       It's a picture of Bumpy. 18.
                              
38   CONTINUED:                                                       38
                               BUMPY (CONT'D) Frank, on a wooden folding chair at Bumpy's grave, hears
       the gunning of engines and barking of cops. He turns to see TANGO
                  Bumpy don't own 116th Street no more,
                  Frank. Bumpy don't own no real estate in CHARLIE
                 I'm sure Bumpy never told you, but he
                 made me promise, anything ever happened
                 to him, I'd make sure you didn't go
                 without. FRANK
                 What is it?

    Bumpy seems unable to speak, looks to Frank confused.
                              FRANK
                 Somebody call an ambulance! Sitting off by himself in Bumpy's elegant garden apartment,
    heretofore his private sanctuary, Frank surveys the mourners
    circling the place like vultures: RICHIE (CONT'D)
                   For fifteen years he was Bumpy Johnson's
                   collector, bodyguard and driver. He was He considers the street itself. It too has changed. The
      corner groceries, as Bumpy prophesied, really are gone now.



                                                                  (CONT) FRANK
                 I'll be fine, Charlie. Half the people
                 here owed Bumpy money when he died. A
                 lot of money. If they think I'm going
                 to forget to collect, they're wrong. The report continues on a TV no one's really watching here:
    a March of Time-like history of Bumpy Johnson, famed Harlem
    gangster, Robin Hood and killer. RICHIE
                   Is it?   Everything he does, he does like
                   Bumpy.

                                TOBACK
                   Bumpy never wore a chinchilla coat in his
                   life. registers ringing up sales Bumpy will never see a piece of.
    Looking up at Frank, Bumpy manages weakly - Rossi, who looks more like a middle-aged accountant than the
       Italian dope supplier he is, makes two espressos.

                              ROSSI
                 Sad about Bumpy.
RICHIE
                   Bandage his head.

                                PARAMEDIC
                   Detective ... he's dead. RICHIE
                   Is he dead?

                                  RIVERA V/O                                    
                   He's dead.    I'm dead. They're gonna kill
                   me. Richie, off by himself, watches with a growing sense of
      panic as the mechanics, detectives and customs agents begin
      removing the metal skin from the plane. Coffins are being
      off-loaded. Richie sees a young Italian with tatoos - the only other
      white man in the place - dancing with a heavy black woman.
      Both Jones and Abruzzo look more like criminals than cops. RICHIE
                   You robbed him, and then you shot him,
                   and I helped you get out of there. How
                   many more you shot?
                                                                       (CONT) With the rifles still pointed at him, Richie kneels down,
      pulls the latches of the coffins, half expecting to hear an
      accompanying barrage of gunfire. He lifts the lid. Sees a
      long black body bag inside - Richie keeps watching as the NY cops arrest no one - but
      take the dope and the money (Richie's money) - and stride
      out as abruptly as they appeared, like bandits. As they
      come past Richie - Three of the four cops laugh. It's an affable gang of
      thieves. The one who doesn't laugh hangs back as the others
      start off. He examines Richie's New Jersey ID. Armed with the sledgehammer, Richie and his partner - Javy               
     Rivera - come past a seedy motel office where a TV shows                 
     another report about Bumpy Johnson. Richie, disgusted with him, lets go of him.         Rivera is             
      embarrassed, almost crying, pleading - Richie's in serious trouble and knows it.    As does Toback. Richie comes into the darkened bedroom leading with his
      pistol. But Teddy's gone. He sees a tapestry of a tiger on RICHIE
                   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. Richie sees it in slow motion: the hands reaching out to
      Frank, the pats on his back, lipsticked mouths of beautiful
      women offering kisses and words of encouragement, his old
      mother giving him a hug. Richie's glance to Rivera says, You're right, we're fucked.          

31   INT/EXT. NEWARK POLICE STATION - PRE-DAWN                     31 The words aren't out of his mouth before Richie shoves him                
      up against a car.                                                         

                                RICHIE
                   You robbed him, didn't you. LAURIE
                  I'm thinking - Richie - of him!

                                 RICHIE
                  Goddamn it - Richie's staring into the trunk like there's a body inside.
     Rivera comes over, takes a look, sees it's money: stacks of TONY
                Old friends like me.

      Richie feels horrible doing this.    Silence.   Then: Richie isn't really listening. Strides past his detectives
           on his way out of the building. To Spearman -
                                      TOBACK
                        It's over.   You're shut down.
Five naked women at work tables, their faces veiled by
     surgical masks, cutting heroin with lactose and quinine in a
     precise mixture of controlled purity. The Lucas brothers And we see: Several brick-like packages of No. 4 heroin
      wrapped in paper marked with Chinese writing, stamped with He removes one tablespoon of heroin from each of the
          baggies, and the now-almost-heroin-free powder is mixed Six kilos of heroin are illuminated by the trunk light.
      Frank and Trupo regard it in silence. Then -

                             TRUPO
                Now what are we gonna do about this? Trupo reaches into the trunk, picks up two of the heroin
      bricks, tucks them under his arm and looks at Frank -

                                                                     (CONT) Trupo snaps the suitcase open revealing five half-kilo bags
          of uncut heroin in clear plastic bags. The other cops pull pure No. 4 heroin into United States. RICHIE
                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. Hands peel back the distinctive black and green "evidence"
          tape on the clear plastic bags. Dump the heroin into twenty Pharmaceutical scales balance to their counterweights as
       the five naked, masked women cut the heroin with quinine to
       Frank's exacting standards. Red Top puts on some coffee. Frank's cutter and sometimes-girlfriend, Red Top - sets a
       couple of packets of heroin in front of the servicemen. RICHIE
                        Heroin, cocaine, amphetamines. No
                        grass under a thousand pounds. Less than                   
                        that, someone else can waste their time. RICHIE
                   Frank Lucas.

      No one in the room, except Richie and Toback, has ever
      heard the name. The federal men regard one another blankly. Mules are loaded up with burlap bags containing 3,000 kilos
       of heroin. of Double UO Globe heroin. As they take them out, a gospel
        choir begins and continues over: The suitcase and   "heroin," and some weapons and money, have
          been arranged on   an evidence table with the care of a Macy's RICHIE
                   I believe Frank Lucas is above the mafia
                   in the dope business. I believe he buys The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. RICHIE V/O
                   His name is Frank Lucas ...

170   INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - DAY                          170 JONES
                   Stuff's ten percent pure. Strong
                   enough to smoke for all those suburban
                   white kids afraid of needles.
MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. MRS. LUCAS
                        Is this her? Oh, she's beautiful,
                        Frank. Look at her. She's an angel
                        come down from heaven. MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - Mrs. Lucas embraces Ana like family.

105 OMIT                                                            105 OMIT Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - Frank emerges from the church, kisses his mother and Ana and
           put them in a car with a driver. He climbs into Doc's Richie focuses on the Chincilla's date, a stunning girl, a
      beauty queen, then shifts back to her boyfriend who's now
      shaking the proffered hands of other Italians, then Don As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table Ana's family and friends on one side of the aisle, the
      extended Lucas family - on the other. Frank's mother looks
      at her eldest son at the altar with pride. MRS. LUCAS
                    I never asked you where all this came
                    from because I didn't want to hear you
                    lie to me. Don't lie to me. Don't do
                    that, too. Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - Mrs. Lucas is   in awe of the splendor of the bedroom and its
     furnishings.    It's unlike anything she's used ever seen - Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table Frank sees the car again, coming around the corner, walks
           briskly back to where Ana waits. The car is almost upon
           them as he grabs her by the wrist and pulls her hard along
           the sidewalk. The car guns its engine - Ana smiles like she knows better. Any second now, like
      every other guy she's ever met, she's sure he'll try to take
      her upstairs. He opens the door for her like a perfect gentleman, slides
      in after her.

103   EXT. MAMA LUCAS'S TEANECK, N.J. HOUSE - DAY                      103 Frank doesn't carry Ana across the threshold. He strides in
      leaving her at the front door, throws a match in the gas
      fireplace, comes back from the bedroom a moment later with Silence. Sheila looks at him, but he's looking at Laurie,
           and speaks to her like they're alone in the room:
RICHIE
                   I believe Frank Lucas is above the mafia
                   in the dope business. I believe he buys Pre-fight. Richie, blended in with the a group of press
           photographers, regards the organized crime figures ringside.
           He takes a few pictures with the long lens camera as - Lou Toback looks from a surveillance photo of the wedding
           party in his hands, to Richie's Table of Organization: The
           Lucas brothers and cousins - in the streets of New York and
           New Jersey, arranged in some imagined hierarchy. Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - TONY                                          
                   I had to. I had no choice. Neither do                     
                   you. Leave Frank Lucas alone. He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - RICHIE
                   Frank Lucas.

      No one in the room, except Richie and Toback, has ever
      heard the name. The federal men regard one another blankly. US ATTORNEY
                   Who?  Who's Frank Lucas?
                          (no one seems to know)
                   Who's he work for? Which family? Before the last word is out of Tango's mouth, Frank's got a
     gun pressed against his forehead. Silence. Everyone backs The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. RICHIE
                   They sell dope for the Mazzano crime                      
                   family. Which you all but put out of
                   business. From around a corner, striding toward him, come four men
      looking like Gestapo thugs in leather coats, manicured hair -
      the Princes of the City. Richie detours into an alley as
      they enter the restaurant. Across the river, Richie, Rivera and Campizi sit in the car             
          parked across from a closed social club. A man carrying a
          grocery bag comes out and Campizi ducks lower in the seat. RICHIE
                   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. RICHIE
                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. FRANK
                   Bullshit.

                                RICHIE
                   Is it? Tony the Bug.     Benny Two-Socks.
                   Carmine Camanetti. He holds out a business envelope fat with money. Nate
      hesitates, knowing Frank has just said he'll kill him if
      things don't go right, then takes it. As Frank moves through the gallery, Richie sees it's full of
      the gangster's friends, many of them celebrities, who smile
      and greet and fawn as if the Pope has arrived. Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table TRUPO
                    Jesus. What the fuck you doing here?
                    You actually going to arrest Frank Lucas?
                    What's the matter with you?
Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - As Richie and his detectives climb into their cars, two               
           Lucas cars fold in behind the laundry truck. The detectives           
           follow at a distance - Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered Tosca - hands another to Frank. As Frank sets to shoot, Ana
      can seen behind them, with Tosca's wife in the opulent
      house, looking uncomfortable. The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table The room explodes with a boom and the detective crumples to
      the floor, clutching at his leg, blood running through his
      fingers onto the carpet. Frank stares. parked outside the garage. They'll probably be shot for
     trespassing.
     The front door opens and Frank comes out, trailed by his Lou Toback looks from a surveillance photo of the wedding
           party in his hands, to Richie's Table of Organization: The
           Lucas brothers and cousins - in the streets of New York and
           New Jersey, arranged in some imagined hierarchy. But even they know you don't shoot
                    cops. Even I know that. Ana knows it.
                    You seem to be the only one who doesn't. Richie sees a young Italian with tatoos - the only other
      white man in the place - dancing with a heavy black woman.
      Both Jones and Abruzzo look more like criminals than cops. in, guns drawn. They rough everybody up, get some down on
      the floor. One detective gathers the money and stuffs it in
      a bag. Another gathers the dope. The mechanic tries to Frank pulls the trigger and the big man falls back like
     someone hit with a board. Frank stands over him and empties
     the gun in his chest, the shots echoing down the street. can find a witness saw you shoot your
                   girlfriend. It just took me a while. I
                   even know what he'll look like. He'll As they dive to their knees to do what they're told, Laurie
        walks away with her son, who looks back over his shoulder at
        his father with his gun out. The door splinters - the room already in chaos - Teddy,
      panicked, runs for the bedroom - the detectives crash in 337   INT/EXT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY                                    337

      Police cars outside.    Eugene Lucas is cuffed and led away. Doc draws his two guns and fires back at the car, hitting
           it a couple times as it screeches off. He gathers Ana and
Five naked women at work tables, their faces veiled by
     surgical masks, cutting heroin with lactose and quinine in a
     precise mixture of controlled purity. The Lucas brothers in, guns drawn. They rough everybody up, get some down on
      the floor. One detective gathers the money and stuffs it in
      a bag. Another gathers the dope. The mechanic tries to The door rips from its hinges and the detectives crash in.
    The wise guy - Campizi - hurries for the bathroom, slams the Trupo snaps the suitcase open revealing five half-kilo bags
          of uncut heroin in clear plastic bags. The other cops pull Six kilos of heroin are illuminated by the trunk light.
      Frank and Trupo regard it in silence. Then -

                             TRUPO
                Now what are we gonna do about this? Hands peel back the distinctive black and green "evidence"
          tape on the clear plastic bags. Dump the heroin into twenty The room explodes with a boom and the detective crumples to
      the floor, clutching at his leg, blood running through his
      fingers onto the carpet. Frank stares. RICHIE V/O
                   His name is Frank Lucas ...

170   INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - DAY                          170 The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. As Richie and his detectives climb into their cars, two               
           Lucas cars fold in behind the laundry truck. The detectives           
           follow at a distance - Pharmaceutical scales balance to their counterweights as
       the five naked, masked women cut the heroin with quinine to
       Frank's exacting standards. Red Top puts on some coffee. The door splinters - the room already in chaos - Teddy,
      panicked, runs for the bedroom - the detectives crash in Trupo closes the trunk and walks away with his cut of the
       heroin, calling to his partner -

                                    TRUPO
                    Let's go. Frank pulls the trigger and the big man falls back like
     someone hit with a board. Frank stands over him and empties
     the gun in his chest, the shots echoing down the street. As Frank pushes in past the doors with Ana, the windows
           explode. They dive to the floor, bullets ripping through
           the place. of Double UO Globe heroin. As they take them out, a gospel
        choir begins and continues over: Frank's cutter and sometimes-girlfriend, Red Top - sets a
       couple of packets of heroin in front of the servicemen. A cadaver drawer slides open revealing - not Tango - but
     Rivera, staring up lifeless, his arms, stomach, legs and                
     toes dotted with the scabs of a longtime addict. Ana is taken upstairs, brought before the SIU detectives               
      who wait for the NYPD cops to leave the room. The place
      has been torn apart. Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered
Richie keeps watching as the NY cops arrest no one - but
      take the dope and the money (Richie's money) - and stride
      out as abruptly as they appeared, like bandits. As they
      come past Richie - Legend:   Frank Lucas was convicted of Conspiracy to
                Distribute Narcotics and sentenced to 70 years.
                He served 15 of them. Frank pulls the trigger and the big man falls back like
     someone hit with a board. Frank stands over him and empties
     the gun in his chest, the shots echoing down the street. Drugs on a coffee table. Body on the floor. Rivera,                     
      despondent, on the couch. The male paramedics, scared.                  
      Richie on the phone - The suitcase and   "heroin," and some weapons and money, have
          been arranged on   an evidence table with the care of a Macy's A cadaver drawer slides open revealing - not Tango - but
     Rivera, staring up lifeless, his arms, stomach, legs and                
     toes dotted with the scabs of a longtime addict. Legend:   Six months later, he quit the Prosecutors Office
                to become a defense attorney. His first client was
                Frank Lucas. ROSSI V/O
                 They seize it, arrest everybody,
                 whack it up and sell it back to us.
                 Our dope. They been living off it for
                 years, these New York cops. in, guns drawn. They rough everybody up, get some down on
      the floor. One detective gathers the money and stuffs it in
      a bag. Another gathers the dope. The mechanic tries to RICHIE
                   Is he dead?

                                  RIVERA V/O                                    
                   He's dead.    I'm dead. They're gonna kill
                   me. Legend:   The day after he convicted Frank Lucas and 30 of
                his Country Boy relatives, Richard Roberts borrowed
                $400 from his credit union to help pay for a 3-day
                vacation to the Bahamas. The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. Sitting off by himself in Bumpy's elegant garden apartment,
    heretofore his private sanctuary, Frank surveys the mourners
    circling the place like vultures: He removes one tablespoon of heroin from each of the
          baggies, and the now-almost-heroin-free powder is mixed A single, half-empty packet of heroin, the same one from the
           morgue, in distinctive blue cellophane, tacked to a bulletin
           board. Richie, perched on a desk in front of it. even one junkie from dying? Because you
                   won't. If it isn't me, it'll be someone
                   else. With me or without me, nothing's FRANK
                   A lot of things. He had a lot of
                   friends. He served New York and it
                   served him.

                                ANA
                   What was he to you? Frank's cutter and sometimes-girlfriend, Red Top - sets a
       couple of packets of heroin in front of the servicemen. but contempt and fear, like Rivera predicted. Neither will           
     ever be trusted again. He climbs into his car, drives off. Richie and Toback sit before the Federal Attorneys and
      customs agents. The US Attorney hangs up a phone ... then:
Legend:   Frank Lucas was convicted of Conspiracy to
                Distribute Narcotics and sentenced to 70 years.
                He served 15 of them. Legend:   The day after he convicted Frank Lucas and 30 of
                his Country Boy relatives, Richard Roberts borrowed
                $400 from his credit union to help pay for a 3-day
                vacation to the Bahamas. Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 Richie dismantles the Lucas Table of Organization here,
      taking down the photographs. As it collapses -

346   INT. COUNTY JAIL CELL - CONTINUED                              346 He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. Legend:   Six months later, he quit the Prosecutors Office
                to become a defense attorney. His first client was
                Frank Lucas. Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - 125.
                            




352   INT. PRISON CELL - DAY (YEARS LATER)                          352 As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - New Jersey troopers cuff Turner Lucas and lead him away.

340    EXT. ELECTRICAL SHOP - DAY                                     340 Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table FRANK
                  I had it made. From memory.
                               MRS. LUCAS
                  You were five when they took it away.
                  How could you remember it? The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table Frank emerges from the church, kisses his mother and Ana and
           put them in a car with a driver. He climbs into Doc's MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. 173   INT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY                                         173

      A Lucas brother hands some dry cleaning to Spearman - Mrs. Lucas embraces Ana like family.

105 OMIT                                                            105 OMIT
Frank pulls the trigger and the big man falls back like
     someone hit with a board. Frank stands over him and empties
     the gun in his chest, the shots echoing down the street. with him when he died. Richie arrives at the grave. Regards the monument to
       Ellsworth Johnson, and Frank sitting calmly regarding him.
       Richie glances around the peaceful surroundings ... Bumpy Johnson, an elderly but still sturdy black man,
    elegantly dressed - cashmere overcoat, gloves, Homburg - As the guy stands, pumping the shotgun, Spearman yanks it
      hard against his throat like a garrote, forcing him to the The room explodes with a boom and the detective crumples to
      the floor, clutching at his leg, blood running through his
      fingers onto the carpet. Frank stares. Sitting off by himself in Bumpy's elegant garden apartment,
    heretofore his private sanctuary, Frank surveys the mourners
    circling the place like vultures: He falls hard, dazed. Richie hurries through the broken              
      window. Teddy comes to and fights back, until Richie breaks          
      his femur with his bare hands. Teddy howls in excruciating
      pain - the shooting subsides, then stops altogether. Smoke from
       all the gunfire rises like mist around the half dozen Thais
       and Americans lying dead on the ground. but contempt and fear, like Rivera predicted. Neither will           
     ever be trusted again. He climbs into his car, drives off. Bumpy stops before a display of cameras and stares in.
    They're all pointed at him as a pain grips his chest and he
    sinks to his knees. Frank kneels down. The door splinters - the room already in chaos - Teddy,
      panicked, runs for the bedroom - the detectives crash in A cadaver drawer slides open revealing - not Tango - but
     Rivera, staring up lifeless, his arms, stomach, legs and                
     toes dotted with the scabs of a longtime addict. alone. His mother watches, wondering perhaps if he intends
           to go kill Trupo after all. As Doc's car leaves, so does
           another. With the rifles still pointed at him, Richie kneels down,
      pulls the latches of the coffins, half expecting to hear an
      accompanying barrage of gunfire. He lifts the lid. Sees a
      long black body bag inside - As Richie flings the subpoena in, the door slams on his                  
    hand. He wails in agony, tries to shoulder it open, hears As they dive to their knees to do what they're told, Laurie
        walks away with her son, who looks back over his shoulder at
        his father with his gun out. even one junkie from dying? Because you
                   won't. If it isn't me, it'll be someone
                   else. With me or without me, nothing's The people step back when they see the victim on the gurney:
      tubes in his nostrils, IV in his arm, eyes open. Before they Jones nudges Abruzzo to pay attention. Abruzzo elbows him
           back. Richie just waits like a teacher for their attention.
He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 He talks to them, returns to his car, takes a valise from
      the trunk. He snaps it open revealing stacks of cash, hands Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - He holds out a business envelope fat with money. Nate
      hesitates, knowing Frank has just said he'll kill him if
      things don't go right, then takes it. The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. Richie dismantles the Lucas Table of Organization here,
      taking down the photographs. As it collapses -

346   INT. COUNTY JAIL CELL - CONTINUED                              346 173   INT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY                                         173

      A Lucas brother hands some dry cleaning to Spearman - MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. 10 and 20 dollar bills changing hands - decks of cash
      rubber-banded together - put into envelopes and delivered
      to the Lucas brothers, to: New Jersey troopers cuff Turner Lucas and lead him away.

340    EXT. ELECTRICAL SHOP - DAY                                     340 you complaining about. He's fine. Here -
                          (peels off some money)
                   Five hundred all right? Six? Look, he's As Richie and his detectives climb into their cars, two               
           Lucas cars fold in behind the laundry truck. The detectives           
           follow at a distance - The attorneys get up and leave. Richie takes their place.
      Frank regards him a moment, offering the same knowing smile
      from the courtroom. Richie offers nothing. Jones nudges Abruzzo to pay attention. Abruzzo elbows him
           back. Richie just waits like a teacher for their attention. As a police captain counts the stacks of money, Lou Toback,
     Richie's superior from the prosecutors office, walks in, his
Richie keeps watching as the NY cops arrest no one - but
      take the dope and the money (Richie's money) - and stride
      out as abruptly as they appeared, like bandits. As they
      come past Richie - in, guns drawn. They rough everybody up, get some down on
      the floor. One detective gathers the money and stuffs it in
      a bag. Another gathers the dope. The mechanic tries to Richie and Toback sit before the Federal Attorneys and
      customs agents. The US Attorney hangs up a phone ... then: 108   INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - LATER - DAY                  108

      Richie and the others watch Jones tests the heroin. 353   INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - DAY                        353

      Richie, too, is packing, putting personal items into boxes. 194   INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - CONTINUED                     194 Richie shows them his Bureau of Narcotics ID. 179        INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - CONTINUED                 179 172   INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - CONTINUED                    172 188 OMIT                                                         188 OMIT

189        INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - CONTINUED                 189 184        INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - CONTINUED                 184 192        INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - CONTINUED                 192 198   INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - CONTINUED                  198 186        INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - CONTINUED                 186 Surveillance photographs of cops seen earlier taking
      envelopes of money on 116th Street and other drops go up
      on a new, elaborate Table of Organization - of cops. 75.
                             




196   INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - CONTINUED                  196 149     INT. NARCOTICS SQUAD HQ - NEWARK - LATER - NIGHT                149     

        It's very late.    Richie and Toback are alone.      Eventually - Ana is taken upstairs, brought before the SIU detectives               
      who wait for the NYPD cops to leave the room. The place
      has been torn apart. RICHIE
                   I was promised when I took this job, it
                   was about real arrests.

                                US ATTORNEY
                   Does that mean `none?' The suitcase and   "heroin," and some weapons and money, have
          been arranged on   an evidence table with the care of a Macy's
He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table Mrs. Lucas embraces Ana like family.

105 OMIT                                                            105 OMIT MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. Richie slowly lifts himself from his chair, steps forward,             
      turns to look at the jury that's studying him, finally finds           
      his voice: Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 Ana's family and friends on one side of the aisle, the
      extended Lucas family - on the other. Frank's mother looks
      at her eldest son at the altar with pride. They step back. Consider one other. Spearman volunteers
       with a nod, continues on alone as the others wait. He walks
       up to the guys with the guns. Then it's quiet again. Everyone's still looking him, but
     Frank doesn't run. Instead, he calmly reaches into Tango's Legend:   Six months later, he quit the Prosecutors Office
                to become a defense attorney. His first client was
                Frank Lucas. Jones nudges Abruzzo to pay attention. Abruzzo elbows him
           back. Richie just waits like a teacher for their attention. Richie dismantles the Lucas Table of Organization here,
      taking down the photographs. As it collapses -

346   INT. COUNTY JAIL CELL - CONTINUED                              346 The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. The attorneys get up and leave. Richie takes their place.
      Frank regards him a moment, offering the same knowing smile
      from the courtroom. Richie offers nothing. 173   INT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY                                         173

      A Lucas brother hands some dry cleaning to Spearman -
Legend:   Frank Lucas was convicted of Conspiracy to
                Distribute Narcotics and sentenced to 70 years.
                He served 15 of them. He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 Richie dismantles the Lucas Table of Organization here,
      taking down the photographs. As it collapses -

346   INT. COUNTY JAIL CELL - CONTINUED                              346 Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - New Jersey troopers cuff Turner Lucas and lead him away.

340    EXT. ELECTRICAL SHOP - DAY                                     340 Legend:   The day after he convicted Frank Lucas and 30 of
                his Country Boy relatives, Richard Roberts borrowed
                $400 from his credit union to help pay for a 3-day
                vacation to the Bahamas. As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. The courtroom doors swing open and Richie sees Frank Lucas,
      in a tailored suit, escorted in without cuffs by an amiable-           
      looking federal marshal. MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. Legend:   Six months later, he quit the Prosecutors Office
                to become a defense attorney. His first client was
                Frank Lucas. 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. Richie slowly lifts himself from his chair, steps forward,             
      turns to look at the jury that's studying him, finally finds           
      his voice: The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table FRANK
                  I had it made. From memory.
                               MRS. LUCAS
                  You were five when they took it away.
                  How could you remember it? As Richie and his detectives climb into their cars, two               
           Lucas cars fold in behind the laundry truck. The detectives           
           follow at a distance - Frank emerges from the church, kisses his mother and Ana and
           put them in a car with a driver. He climbs into Doc's
Frank pulls the trigger and the big man falls back like
     someone hit with a board. Frank stands over him and empties
     the gun in his chest, the shots echoing down the street. Sitting off by himself in Bumpy's elegant garden apartment,
    heretofore his private sanctuary, Frank surveys the mourners
    circling the place like vultures: As they dive to their knees to do what they're told, Laurie
        walks away with her son, who looks back over his shoulder at
        his father with his gun out. Drugs on a coffee table. Body on the floor. Rivera,                     
      despondent, on the couch. The male paramedics, scared.                  
      Richie on the phone - RICHIE
                   Is he dead?

                                  RIVERA V/O                                    
                   He's dead.    I'm dead. They're gonna kill
                   me. TONY
                Old friends like me.

      Richie feels horrible doing this.    Silence.   Then: alone. His mother watches, wondering perhaps if he intends
           to go kill Trupo after all. As Doc's car leaves, so does
           another. Richie, disgusted with him, lets go of him.         Rivera is             
      embarrassed, almost crying, pleading - but contempt and fear, like Rivera predicted. Neither will           
     ever be trusted again. He climbs into his car, drives off. They step back. Consider one other. Spearman volunteers
       with a nod, continues on alone as the others wait. He walks
       up to the guys with the guns. She smiles and leaves. Frank pours some sugar in his
       coffee. Someone taps on the window and he looks up, sees
       two servicemen - one in uniform - one he recognizes. Frank emerges from the church, kisses his mother and Ana and
           put them in a car with a driver. He climbs into Doc's even one junkie from dying? Because you
                   won't. If it isn't me, it'll be someone
                   else. With me or without me, nothing's Before the last word is out of Tango's mouth, Frank's got a
     gun pressed against his forehead. Silence. Everyone backs the shooting subsides, then stops altogether. Smoke from
       all the gunfire rises like mist around the half dozen Thais
       and Americans lying dead on the ground. A cadaver drawer slides open revealing - not Tango - but
     Rivera, staring up lifeless, his arms, stomach, legs and                
     toes dotted with the scabs of a longtime addict. RICHIE
                        You're right. This is no place for him.
                        Around me. Take him. The further away
                        the better. For him. The girls gather their things and leave. Frank wipes at a
      modern leather chair with his handkerchief, throws it away, Ana looks vulnerable. Frank almost feels bad that it's his
           life and problems that have put them here. Eventually, to
           try to turn it around - Reaching the end of the welcoming line finally, Frank                  
      brushes by Richie and disappears from view somewhere within
RICHIE
                   It's got to be `Blue Magic.' FRANK
                   I have to insist. You call it Blue
                   Magic, that's misrepresentation. FRANK (CONT'D)
                   Not a fuckin Datsun.
                          (his look says, right?)
                   Blue Magic is a brand name; as much a RICHIE
                     It's where this dope is coming from.                       
                     Blue Magic. Out of New York. What am
                     I supposed to do, ignore it? FRANK
               Nobody owns me. Because I own my
               company.

     INTERCUT: Feminine hands stamp small packets of blue
     cellophane with the words `Blue Magic' - 84.
                                 
219   CONTINUED:                                                       219


                                 JACKIE
                   Pink Magic.   Black Magic - FRANK
                   Whack it down to nothing, tie a bow
                   around it and call it Blue Dogshit if you
                   want, just don't let me catch you doing
                   this again. TONY
                What.

                             RICHIE
                You don't have to talk about it, you
                don't want. What do you hear about Blue
                Magic? Anything? A single, half-empty packet of heroin, the same one from the
           morgue, in distinctive blue cellophane, tacked to a bulletin
           board. Richie, perched on a desk in front of it. (CONT) (CONT) (CONT) JACKIE
                   Fine. I'll call it Red Magic, even
                   though it doesn't sound as good. Blue the way it is. No one does. At a
                   certain point it's just greed. TONY                                            
                   It's a scientific force like atomic                          
                   energy. It rearranges the molecules. Stitched-up, black and blue hands dump a can of soup in a
     pot, put it on the stove. FRANK
                   Because I don't have to.

      He smiles, and it's hard to tell which is more enchanted
      with the other. empty packet of heroin in blue cellophane. Richie takes the
     blue cellophane from the bag and, as the drawer closes
     entombing Sanders, holds it in his hand ... MECHANIC
                   Yeah, yeah, it's `Blue.' You can pick
                   it up here tomorrow. Where's the rest of
                   the money? The laundry truck comes past a guard gate, leaves the base,
           drives past a stand of trees. As it passes, Richie, parked
MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. MRS. LUCAS
                        Is this her? Oh, she's beautiful,
                        Frank. Look at her. She's an angel
                        come down from heaven. MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - Mrs. Lucas embraces Ana like family.

105 OMIT                                                            105 OMIT Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - Frank emerges from the church, kisses his mother and Ana and
           put them in a car with a driver. He climbs into Doc's Richie focuses on the Chincilla's date, a stunning girl, a
      beauty queen, then shifts back to her boyfriend who's now
      shaking the proffered hands of other Italians, then Don As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table Ana's family and friends on one side of the aisle, the
      extended Lucas family - on the other. Frank's mother looks
      at her eldest son at the altar with pride. MRS. LUCAS
                    I never asked you where all this came
                    from because I didn't want to hear you
                    lie to me. Don't lie to me. Don't do
                    that, too. Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - Mrs. Lucas is   in awe of the splendor of the bedroom and its
     furnishings.    It's unlike anything she's used ever seen - Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table Frank sees the car again, coming around the corner, walks
           briskly back to where Ana waits. The car is almost upon
           them as he grabs her by the wrist and pulls her hard along
           the sidewalk. The car guns its engine - Ana smiles like she knows better. Any second now, like
      every other guy she's ever met, she's sure he'll try to take
      her upstairs. He opens the door for her like a perfect gentleman, slides
      in after her.

103   EXT. MAMA LUCAS'S TEANECK, N.J. HOUSE - DAY                      103 Frank doesn't carry Ana across the threshold. He strides in
      leaving her at the front door, throws a match in the gas
      fireplace, comes back from the bedroom a moment later with Silence. Sheila looks at him, but he's looking at Laurie,
           and speaks to her like they're alone in the room:
RICHIE
                   It's got to be `Blue Magic.' RICHIE
                     It's where this dope is coming from.                       
                     Blue Magic. Out of New York. What am
                     I supposed to do, ignore it? FRANK (CONT'D)
                   Not a fuckin Datsun.
                          (his look says, right?)
                   Blue Magic is a brand name; as much a FRANK
               Nobody owns me. Because I own my
               company.

     INTERCUT: Feminine hands stamp small packets of blue
     cellophane with the words `Blue Magic' - FRANK
                   I have to insist. You call it Blue
                   Magic, that's misrepresentation. 84.
                                 
219   CONTINUED:                                                       219


                                 JACKIE
                   Pink Magic.   Black Magic - FRANK
                     This is where I'm from. This is where
                     my family is. My business. My mother.
                     This is my place. This is my country.
                     This is America. (CONT) (CONT) (CONT) She pulls a drawer open. Takes out their passports.
      Begins packing. The brothers watch, not sure what to do,
      or say. To them - The same farm and hut as before. Frank and the Chinese
      General sip tea. The four million dollars in cash Frank
      brought sits on the table. Frank doesn't say. It feels unseemly to him to be talking
    about money here. He watches Tango carelessly set a watery
    glass of ice on an antique inlaid chess table. Sitting off by himself in Bumpy's elegant garden apartment,
    heretofore his private sanctuary, Frank surveys the mourners
    circling the place like vultures: A single, half-empty packet of heroin, the same one from the
           morgue, in distinctive blue cellophane, tacked to a bulletin
           board. Richie, perched on a desk in front of it. Jackie glides into the club with his magazines and
     entourage. Frank watches him make the rounds, lingering at
     Miss Puerto Rico's table and holding her hand longer than he The brothers can't help but notice the storekeepers who wave
     to Frank, the women who smile, the men who step out of his
     path like there's a red carpet under his polished shoes. Stitched-up, black and blue hands dump a can of soup in a
     pot, put it on the stove. FRANK
                   Whack it down to nothing, tie a bow
                   around it and call it Blue Dogshit if you
                   want, just don't let me catch you doing
                   this again. Richie and the Amigos observe a buy from a parked car, the
      blue cellophane changing hands. Ignoring the buyer as he
      walks away, they keep watching the seller.
As an appraiser writes up an estimate, Richie observes
           Teddy, attending to paperwork inside.

                                  RICHIE V/O
                     And Teddy Lucas, in Bergen County. Jimmy Racine comes in - sees Trupo - and leaves - but not
       before Trupo has seen him. And now he sees the Lucas Table Another Lucas brother examines a lamp with a frayed cord
      brought in by Jones.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Earl Lucas in Newark - The house is alive with the noise of family and scent of
     home-cooked food as the extended Lucas clan - there's more
     than twenty of them - sits around a big dining room table He comes down the stairs to where Doc waits.         As they head
       for the door -

                                 MRS. LUCAS
                    Frankie - MRS. LUCAS
                    Sit down.

       He sits. She studies him in a way she hasn't since he was
       little. Eventually - Jones nudges Abruzzo to pay attention. Abruzzo elbows him
           back. Richie just waits like a teacher for their attention. Another brother is photographed by Spearman from a parked
      car as he changes tires on a car up on a hoist.

                                RICHIE V/O
                   Turner Lucas, the Bronx - Downstairs, Mama Lucas puts washcloth on Ana's swollen
      cheek. They can hear the search continuing upstairs: things
      being ripped from the walls, the walls themselves splintered As Richie and his detectives climb into their cars, two               
           Lucas cars fold in behind the laundry truck. The detectives           
           follow at a distance - Louis acknowledges Richie only slightly more than not at                  
      all. Turns away to join his friends. Richie watches after                 
      him, stung by Louis's disregard. Cuffed, Earl Lucas is put in the back of a patrol car.

341    EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUED - DAY                                341 Ana's family and friends on one side of the aisle, the
      extended Lucas family - on the other. Frank's mother looks
      at her eldest son at the altar with pride. A laundry truck idles. Stevie, the Lucas nephew who could
        have played for Yankees, jumps down, helps the two privates
        toss several laundry bags into the back of the truck. 173   INT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY                                         173

      A Lucas brother hands some dry cleaning to Spearman - MRS. LUCAS
                  It's perfect.
                         (looks at the room)
                  It's all perfect.
                         (she looks at him)
                  I'm so proud of you. wagon, hoisting those that won't fit inside onto a roof
      rack. Two Lucas brothers tie them down with twine. 337   INT/EXT. DRY CLEANERS - DAY                                    337

      Police cars outside.    Eugene Lucas is cuffed and led away. Flashbulbs pop throughout the arena as Robert Goulet
      begins the National Anthem. Ali pointedly doesn't sing
      along. Richie frames the shadowy figure in the chinchilla Richie focuses on the Chincilla's date, a stunning girl, a
      beauty queen, then shifts back to her boyfriend who's now
      shaking the proffered hands of other Italians, then Don
What is Blue Magic? What does Lucas do for his family as his business grows? How many years in prison is Lucas sentenced to? How many years in jail does Lucas serve? What does Roberts offer Lucas in exchange for a shorter sentence? Why is Lucas noticed at the Fight Of The Century? What cuts off Lucas's supply of herion? How does Lucas get the herion into the country? How does Lucas's dog die? What is the name of Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson's right hand man? How did Bumpy die? How does Richie Robert's partner die? What is the name of the potent heroin that Lucas smuggles into the United States? Who does Lucas fall in love with? Who is the mob boss who threatens Lucas' family? Which of Lucas' relatives is caught by the detectives shooting a woman? Who is killed when the detectives enter Lucas' heroin processing facility? Who commits suicide after the mass arrests and convictions of the New York DEA? What year is Lucas finally released from prison? How does Johnson die? Who does Lucas offer to bribe? How many members of the New York DEA are arrested? Who defends Lucas? What is Lucas sentenced to? Who commits suicide? What is blue magic? Who does Lucas fall in love with? What country does the blue magic come from? Who does Lucas compete with?
A brand of herion a strong brand of heroin
He buys his mother a mansion and has his brothers come work for him He buys a mansion for his mother and hires his brothers to work for him.
70 70.
15 Fifteen years
The names of the dirty cops in the NYPD Aid in dirty cops investigation.
He has great seats and is wearing gaudy clothes he's wearing gaudy clothes and has better seats than the mobsters
The fall of Saigon  The fall of Saigon 
In the coffins of fallen servicemen The heroin is in the coffins of dead returning servicemen.
He is killed when Trupo and his men steal Lucas's emergency cash supply Lucas's men were retrieving cash from under the dog house.
Frank Lucas Frank Lucas
A heart attack a heart attack
A heroin overdose commits suicide
Blue Magic Blue Magic
Eva, a Puerto Rican woman Eva
Dominic Cattano Dominic Cattano.
His cousin His nephew
Steve Lucas Steve Lucas
Trupo Trupo
1991 1991
Heart Attack Heart attack
Roberts Roberts
three quarters three quarters of all members
Roberts Roberts. 
70 years in prison 70 years in prison.
Trupo Trupo
A brand of heroin A potent brand of heroin.
Eva Eva
Thailand  Thailand
Nicky Barnes Nicky Barnes.