A Rage in Harlem

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Ha ha ha!

It's gold,

just like they said.

Yes, sir!

Gold, gold! Ha ha!

Really, really fine.

Well, I must admit,

you boys got a lot of nerve...

pulling a mining robbery

like that.

In broad daylight, no less!

Yeah, shooting up

all them good white folks.

Well, it comes with

the territory.

Ha ha! Well, gentlemen...

I'm prepared to go

10,000 apiece.

- What?

- What you talking, $10,000?

No, we agreed.

$200,000 on delivery.

It seems to me

things have changed.

Right now, this ore is hotter

than Memphis in July.

Now, you boys got to

turn it into cold cash.

There's only two people

who can do that...

and I'm one of them.

I suggest you take my offer.

Lester, you trying to cheat us,

you cheap bastard.

Hush up, baby girl.

I'll handle this.

You're trying to cheat us,

you dirty bastard...

and I'm very disappointed

in you.

Well, boy, I'll tell you,

take it or leave it.

It ain't gonna go

this way, Lester.

You think about it again.

Drop your hands!

Drop your damn hands!

- Get your hands down!

- Move over! Move over!

That's right.

I don't do business with n*ggers

who pull guns on me.

Lester, baby...

you gone and picked

the wrong n*ggers...

to call n*ggers.

What the hell is

that thing on your nose?

It's distracting.

Ought to be removed.

My man Jodie here,

he's an expert cosmic surgeon.

- Ha ha ha!

- Yeah!

Ain't you, Jodie?

Oh, yeah! I-I-let me

have a look-see, Slim.

Oh, that's dog ugly.

- Ugly!

- Ugly, mm-hmm!

- Lester, it's gotta go.

- Gotta go.

Nurse...

No killing, Slim.

Who's the other fence, Lester?

Uh...

Pop go the weasel.

Aah!

You n*ggers rot in hell!

Doctor, I think you ought

to sterilize that wound.

Don't use that acid, Slim!

Go on around.

No! No! It's Easy Money

up in Harlem!

Easy Money?

The dude that own the Royale?

That's him! I swear!

Get that acid away from my face!

Bo! Get our sh*t

and get the hell outta here.

Come on, y'all, let's go.

- Slim...

- What?

You're gonna kill him,

ain't you?

Go help Bo.

You promised me no more killing!

Get the hell outta here.

Always got to run your mouth!

Come on, Hank.

Let's see if we can fry him

like a pork chop.

- Burn him!

- Ha ha ha!

Lester, you're gonna

look like sloppy chitlins.

Jodie!

- It's the sheriff!

- You set us up!

Y'all got ten seconds

to get your ass out here!

Fire!

God damn it, it's Lester!

Shoot the bastards!

Aah!

Imabelle!

Aah!

F*** you, n*gger!

- Aaah!

- Back up!

Stop her! No!

Don't let her get away!

Help me, somebody. Mmm!

Christy, you forgot

your Hula-Hoop!

Young and tender inspiration!

Dirty old man.

Lord...

thank you for letting me

wake up in my right mind.

Lord...

last night

after depositing $4.25..

Of my hard-earned money

into my bank account...

I passed the $1,500 mark...

my new balance

now being $1,500.25.

Thank you for

making me provident...

and for not putting

obstacles in my way.

Such as... women.

Amen.

And they snatched her purse

right off her arm.

Lord have mercy.

I don't know what's wrong

with these children today.

Nothing that a good ass-kicking

wouldn't help.

You go right ahead.

Thank you, honey.

You got manners to spare.

His mama

really raised him right.

Well, I hope he enjoyed himself.

She probably the only woman

he'll ever have.

Sorry. All full up.

As salaam alaikum, my brother.

What are you

saying to me, Claude X?

You speak English to me.

You just say hello.

Hell is low, brother man.

That's much better,

and very true.

Rodney, meet me over on 110!

- Jackson!

- You're late!

I'm sorry.

- Jackson!

- Yes, sir?

- You're late!

- I'm sorry. I just-

I know, I know.

Next time get on the bus,

no matter what!

We got dead people

to tend to here.

You think

they gonna wait on you?

Oh, no, sir.

Shake it!

I'm ready to go!

- Ohh...

- Hey, Goldy.

Say, Goldy!

You must be some kind of

mathematical genius...

keeping all those numbers

in your head.

Well, you know how it is.

Notepads look too much

like evidence.

Yeah, well,

I'm very disturbed...

that one of your people

hit for ten grand.

It ruined my weekend, Goldy.

What can I say?

Old man Dixon's

been playing for years.

- He never won a dime.

- Yeah.

Suppose we just say

you remembered wrong.

You see, I hear he's due...

to take a little fall

down a flight of stairs.

You want to chump on the rest

of your people, you do that...

but anybody bets with me

gets paid.

You understand

what I'm saying?

What's the matter

with this guy?

How come you always

looking to try me?

I'm gonna try you again.

You ain't gonna try me now.

Goldy, Goldy...

Hey, my friend...

I'll let Dixon off this time.

But it's the principle

of the thing.

I got one rule in life...

don't give nothing to nobody.

Take it easy, my man.

Drive. Come on.

Mm-mmm!

Yum yum yum yum yum.

Yum Yum Yum yum!

Mmm! Pow!

Put it in for me, honey.

Whenever, wherever, and however.

- Uhh!

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, Charlie!

- Yeah?

- Give me a hand, huh?

- Oh, all right.

Yaah! Jackson!

Ha ha ha!

You boys quit messing

with the corpses!

I ain't joking around,

you know!

Yes, Mr. Clay.

You getting ready for

the Undertaker's Ball tonight?

We'll find you a woman.

I ain't got no time

for no women, Louis.

We'll fix you up

with Mr. Clay's wife.

The one with the big ass

like two glazed hams.

Philistines!

She got big feet.

Cover a lot of ground.

Blaspheming philistines!

Two big, luscious titties,

like two cassava melons.

Blaspheming

philistine heathens!

Man, I'm not from Philly!

Who you talking to?

- I told you that!

- Hey, come on, man!

Blaspheming philistine

sinning heathens.

Sorry, Mr. Clay.

I'm separated!

Up in a man's business!

Would you look at me?

$5.00 an hour,

20 for the night.

What is this, the Ritz?

This is New York City, honey.

People don't come here

to sleep.

Hour's usually all they need.

All I got

is $4.00 to my name.

Oh, yeah?

What's that sh*t on your finger?

This is my grandmama's ring.

It's going with me to my grave.

All right,

you can keep your $4.00.

I got a room opening up.

Go on up

and take a shower.

You know your best bet?

You should go on over...

to the Undertaker's Ball

at the Royale.

Royale? That's where

I was going anyway.

Well, good.

If anybody can raise the dead...

and make 'em pay their rent,

it's you.

Things don't work out,

you come on back home.

Ooh, yeah! Yeah!

Turn me, baby! Ooh!

- What'd she say?

- Yeah!

I tell you

what she said, right?

She says, "Smitty,

Smitty, come on over. "

So I go over there, right?

Soon as I get to the house,

she got 12 kids, man!

- What?!

- Twelve ugly kids!

Every last one of 'em

looked like Dracula.

All right now!

Now, I take the 12 kids

that look like Dracula...

and put 'em in a room, right?

Let 'em watch some

of that "Andy 'n' Amos. "

No, no. "Amos 'n' Andy. "

Yeah, whatever it is.

Amos and... and... right.

So, I tip over

to her bedroom, right?

Man, I'm riding that coochie

like the Lone Ranger.

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