His name is Frank Lucas, originally from Greensboro, North Carolina, he has a couple of...

Detective Richie Roberts: His name is Frank Lucas, originally from Greensboro, North Carolina, he has a couple of arrests years ago for gambling and for carrying an unlicensed firearm. For fifteen years he was Bumpy Johnson's driver, bodyguard and collector. Hhe was with him when he died, he has five brothers, he's the oldest and a lot of cousins, they're all living up here now, spread out in the five boroughs and New Jersey. His brother's businesses are the distribution and collection points of Frank's dope and his money. Everything about Frank's life seems unpretentious and broadly legitimate, he starts early, gets up at 5am, has breakfast in a diner in Harlem usually by himself, then he starts work, takes a meeting with his accountant and with his lawyer. At nights he usually stays at home, if he does go out, it's only one of two clubs or a handful of restaurants with his wife, ball players, musicians and his friends and never organized crime guys. Sundays he takes his mother to church and changes the flowers on Bumpy's grave, every Sunday no matter what.

How you doing, red? These are my brothers, just got here from north Carolina. Everybody, this is redtop. Hello. How you doing? Frank: And the ladies. Ladies: Hey. That's family. What's wrong? Y'all niggas ain't never seen hoochie before? Turner: Why are they all naked? Frank: So they can't steal nothing. Right. The most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, hard work, family, never forgetting where we came from. Thank you, charlene. See, you are what you are in this world, that's either one of two things. Either you're somebody, or you're nobody. Be right back. I need these fresh. 'Cause if I have to come back here and get you, you know what it is. Frank: Tango. Don't y'all play that. Vendor 1: Yes, sir, I hear you. You won't have to come back. There won't be no problem. Vendor 2: What about you, frank? You need anything? Where's my money? Redtop gave you the package. You're supposed to be handing me my money. Here's a jar right here, 20%. You got the jar? That's right. Get the fuck out of here... What you gonna do? What the fuck you gonna do, frank? Huh? What you doing? You gonna shoot me in front of everybody? Huh? Come on. Shit. There you go, 20%. So, what was I saying? Jones. Jonesy. That was nice, man. Just doing my melodious thing, baby. Got you. This is the newly formed essex county narcotics squad. Our mandate is to make major arrests. No street guys. We're looking for the suppliers and the distributors. Heroin, cocaine, amphetamines. No grass under 1,000 pounds. No powder under 40 kilograms. Any less than that, then somebody else can waste their time. We gonna be handling the big shipments, the big money and the big temptation. Jones: I heard a story about you. That you found a million dollars in unmarked cash and gave that shit back. Is that true? Yeah, I did. Anybody got a problem with that? So do I, you know? I think about it every day. I should be down in south Florida with a 68-foot cruiser doing fishing charters.