A Rage in Harlem Page #4

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trusted him in the first place.

You said he had

a woman up here.

Some southern gal.

She's a thief, too.

Oh! Evil, evil woman!

The same detectives

what arrested Jackson...

came back with two more

and arrested her.

Said they wasn't

no regular detectives...

said they was

some special agents.

And they took her trunk

as evidence.

- Oh, yeah? What was in it?

- I don't know.

Whatever it was, it certainly

must have been important...

the way they was carrying on.

Those could be the Mississippi

boys we been looking for.

Yeah! The ones

with the trunk of gold!

Maybe the gal's

trunk was full of her panties.

Gold!

- Maybe it wasn't.

- Maybe it wasn't.

Well, maybe it was,

and maybe it wasn't.

But somebody don't come up

with my $175.95 for my stove...

I'm gonna raise some hell,

you hear me?

I'm really gonna raise hell!

- Yes, ma'am.

- Mm-hmm.

- Who's that?

- Oh, that's Jesus.

I know that's Jesus.

I mean the other guy.

That's his mama.

- Jesus!

- God damn!

Thank you, ma'am.

Y'all welcome.

Wake up, my brothers and

sisters, for the time has come!

For we do not wish

amalgamating...

with the pale-skinned nation

of the Europeans.

Blacks should quit bothering

with his religion!

Quit bothering with hot combs

and skin-bleaching!

Man is made of haste,

my brother!

I ask you to let me

show you my portion!

I haven't got time for you

right now, Claude X.

Listen, you just slow down.

I'm gonna tell you something.

You're looking for your woman.

She's nowhere to be found.

I saw her leaving

with some serious black devils.

Now, it may do you well

to seek a brother's help.

You talking about

my stepbrother?

Uh-uh. We ain't been talking

for five years.

Well, you better sta now.

I don't want

to talk to my brother.

I wanna talk to Reverend Gaines.

He'll know what I should do.

If you want to find God,

you talk to a preacher.

If you want to find devils,

you talk to a demon.

These will take

your uncle Inell...

straight to the bosom

of the Lord.

For I have seen heaven open

and beheld the white horse.

That'll be $5.00.

I told you...

No, no. There he his.

Oh, my God!

Brother Gabriel's

got your ticket.

I can't believe my own brother's

out here on the street corner...

impersonating a man of God!

What are you think...

Don't call me Sherman in public,

you hear what I'm saying?

That's your Christian name.

Claude X, why you bring

this square around here?

Brothers, brothers.

Goldy, your brother

needs your help.

He has been robbed

of his woman...

and the Prophet says

lower thy wings in kindness...

- to thy tribe of near-kin.

- Tribe, my ass!

Just because...

What's the daily word,

Reverend?

And the Savior said

to his disciples...

said, "He that loveth

his brother more than me...

"is not worthy of me. "

The man is a demon.

- What?

- Run.

- That's not true.

- Run away from him!

- Blind man...

- I don't need no bean pie!

What you need

is a divine message!

Awaken, my people!

The so-called Negroes...

So, what happened, bros?

That gold-digger you met at

the Royale take all your money?

She didn't have

nothing to do with it.

Just 'cause the only kind

of woman you associate with...

is prostitutes and lowlifes-

Put that back!

- Shut up! Shut up!

- Put that back!

Just because you abandoned

me and Mama...

and then broke her head

with all your evil ways...

don't mean that everybody

in the world is just like you!

Come here talking

that holier-than-thou sh*t...

looking for me to help you?

F*** you, man!

You ain't said five decent words

to me in five years...

and now just 'cause

you need something...

That's right! I need you to

help me find my woman, Sherman!

- I need your help!

- Help yourself, man!

Here-here's some tickets

to heaven.

Move your preaching ass!

You want to run me down?

A man of the cloth?

Com flake-eating motherf***er!

Get out of the way!

Help me, Sherman!

You're my brother!

- Forget it!

- We're blood!

- No!

- There's gold.

There's a trunk full of gold.

Gold.

You say there's a trunk

full of gold?

You ain't never gonna change.

No. I ain't never gonna change.

Come here for a second. Sh*t.

And then they put

the money in the stove...

And the stove blew up,

and the marshal ran in...

- and blip blop de blam.

- How you know that?

My very own brother

taken in by the bluff.

But there was a hundred dollars

came outta that stove.

What's the matter with you?

Where's your f***ing brain, huh?

You been drinking

embalming fluid or some sh*t?

You been suckered...

and your gal run off with

the stud that took your money.

She didn't run off.

They took her, Sherman!

She's in trouble, too.

I know. I can feel her.

She's in trouble?

You the one's in trouble...

Mr. Churchgoing Man.

Heh heh. Sh*t,

you just robbed your own boss.

You motherfuckers

got a cigarette?

No, we ain't got

no cigarette.

Listen, I'll help you

get your woman back.

First, we call Kathy,

then we go see Blind.

But I keep the gold,

you understand?

You get the woman,

I get the gold.

Woman, gold. Strictly business.

- Got it?

- Got it.

All right.

You motherfuckers is in my way!

Give me your money...

and don't think

I wouldn't cut you, Reverend!

Have mercy, son.

You lucky I got

my reverend sh*t on...

otherwise I'd blow

your f***ing lips off.

- Get the f*** outta here.

- I'm going!

I can't believe that. Man tried

to stick up a preacher!

So we got a deal, bros?

I just want

to get her back, Sherman.

I don't care nothing

about no gold.

Come with me, chump.

And stop calling me Sherman.

- Where you taking me, Sherman?

- Shh!

Will Kill, what you been doing?

Not a goddamn thing.

- Blind Man here?

- He's back there.

Sh*t.

That's him!

Coming to get it!

Sherman! There are

half-dressed women in here.

You know my stepbrother?

I'm Jackson.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Jackson, uh...

why don't you check out

the crap table?

Go ahead. Good.

Stepbrother?

Yeah. Listen,

I need some information.

It's that Jackson, ain't it?

You're jerking that lame.

Oh, come on, baby.

What you talking about?

What is it?

You got religion, baby?

Huh? Is that what it is?

Or is there something wrong?

...do this tonight.

I want you

to stop treating me...

like I got nothing

to say in this.

Look, I haven't got time

to explain everything to you.

Like I said, just trust me.

That's not something

we're used to doing with you.

We? Who's we?

The family! You know,

the people you forgot about?

Oh, get off my back!

You really don't care,

do you? You really don't care!

You didn't even come

to your mama's funeral!

Hey! You don't know what

the f*** you're talking about!

And it ain't none of

your f***ing business...

what I did or didn't do!

What are you gonna do?

Shoot me with your gun next?

Just forget it.

Just forget it and stick with

the business deal. All right?

I ain't never gonna own you

as my brother.

And that goes double for me,

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