A Rage in Harlem Page #5

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man. That's double for me!

You ain't got no feeling.

I got feelings! I got...

Who are you to tell me

I ain't got no feelings?!

I'm a fool for talking to you.

Come on!

Oh!

- Whoo!

- Yeah!

Didn't tell me you were

taking me to a whorehouse.

Shut up, man. Any luck?

Yeah, I think so.

Who's the 'john'?

My name's not John. My name

is Jackson. Thank you, ma'am.

Jackson?

You two are stepbrothers?

You made up or something?

No, no. Just got a little

business deal going, that's all.

I think

it ain't like that.

Come on, sit down.

Sit down, Jackson.

I'll stand.

Thank you very much.

Where's he at?

Ah, Teena's got his lap staked.

Here.

Father, lead us not

into temptation...

but deliver us from evil!

- Ooh, is that them?

- Yeah, I think so.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

It just ain't right.

Just ain't right.

I'll handle this!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

- What's that lame doing?

- Oh, sh*t!

- Sh*t!

- Wait! I'll get him!

Yeah! Yeah!

Hey, you!

Ooh!

Just throw his ass down there!

That is your brother?

Yes! And you should have

hit him twice!

You should have shot him!

All right!

I gotta go wee-wee.

Ain't you a little old

to be talking that way?

I talk that way,

I stay that way, honey.

I'll be right back.

- Goldy, listen! I got it.

- What?

He's been telling me about this

gold mine he's representing...

and he's been going all over the

United States selling shares.

How do you know

he's not scamming you?

Because he's got two partners,

plus a contact man...

named Gus Parsons

working the Braddock Bar.

And he said he's gonna show me

a trunk full of gold...

that they're using as bait.

But listen. They're pulling out

tomorrow night.

- You did great, baby.

- Thanks.

Keep him talking!

You gotta help me.

Son, you've gotta know

when you've had enough.

I got nothing. This is my chance

to get something.

Now, either help me

or I'm gonna do it alone.

Not this time.

Did you hit me?

Sherman!

What are you thinking about,

slugging your own brother?

I didn't hit you.

But I should've hit you!

He hit you!

He?

Oh, God.

Now, let's just go over this

one more time.

It's very important.

There are three things...

I do not want you to do tonight.

One... don't drink.

Don't drink? Why would I drink?

I don't drink.

That's your problem. But just

stick with that tonight.

OK? Two...

don't flash this roll..

In front of anybody

but Gus parsons.

- Don't flash this roll.

- Right.

All right, number thr...

What is that sh*t

on your face?

It's my disguise.

All right. Three...

should you meet up

with Gus persons...

and he wants to take you

to the gold, you go by cab.

Go by cab.

Does he always have

to repeat everything?

Go get him.

I'm right behind you.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Evening.

Hello.

Good evening.

I bet he fucks it up.

I bet he pulls it off.

$20 he'll miss.

Twenty.

I'll have a glass of milk.

We don't serve

no goddamn milk.

No milk. Right.

Well, how about some water?

We don't serve

no goddamn water.

No water. Right.

Well, you know, I'll just have

whatever you suggest.

Thank you very much.

Why is he drinking?

Ha ha ha!

'Cause you owe me $20.

What... is this stuff?

Rye goddamn whiskey.

It's good. Heh.

I can't... I can't believe this.

Yes, except that's two drinks

at $20... that's $40.

Thank you, that is

very hospitable of you!

It ain't goddamn free.

No, no.

I meant hospitable in spirit.

I got plenty of money.

Plenty of money!

Payday.

Out comes the roll.

Out comes the roll.

What's wrong with you?

You trying

to get your throat cut?

You said it ain't free.

I'm just paying for my drinks,

thank you very much!

I don't want no trouble.

You're so unreasonable!

That's 'cause he knows

you paid him with my money.

What are you talking about?

This here's my money.

I know my money when I see it.

You done picked my pocket.

- Don't let him scare you, honey.

- Me? Scared? Ha ha.

That will be the day.

I'll have another rye whiskey.

Can't nobody tell me

I don't know my own money.

Now, wait a minute.

What is the difference

between...

Uhh!

He's got a gun!

I don't know how much money

you owe me now.

You're the punk who robbed me

last night, ain't you?

I got a good notion

to blow your f***ing brains out!

I wouldn't rob you, boss.

Swear for the cross

it wasn't me.

Maybe it was that man

what robbed you.

'Cause he's sporting

a big roll from somewhere.

Don't you put that on me.

I hit the numbers last night.

I can prove that.

Oh, I know

it wasn't you, friend.

And maybe it wasn't you,

either...

but you sure as hell robbed

somebody in your lifetime...

so you're just getting

what's owed to you!

Get your ass outta here!

I was robbed of $700

last night!

Man tried to hit me.

But you know something?

That really don't

matter now, friend...

because I have tucked into

something that's nice...

something that's solid gold.

Gold?

Gus Parsons, real estate.

Coleman Jackson,

burial services.

Jackson, huh?

Hey, listen, Jackson.

How would you like to meet some

very successful businessmen...

- men just like yourself?

- Like me?

- Let's get out of here.

- Let's go this way.

This is the luckiest night

of your life.

Jackson, come here.

What is he...

I gonna have

to blindfold you, friend.

Blindfold me? For what?

My partners have $100,000 worth

of gold ore in their possession.

Now, they can't be

taking no chances.

Yeah, but I ain't...

Hey, Jackson.

I understand completely.

You don't know me

from the man in the moon...

SO...

I'm gonna give you my gun.

Thank you very much.

Would you lean over, please,

Mr. Jackson?

Get that door,

baby girl.

Mmm.

There you are.

What, do y'all know each other?

I've been in jail two weeks...

and I ain't seen a woman

in all that time.

Maybe, uh...

I just dreamed about you.

First, you... you drain

the blood.

Ha! And then...

and then you shoot 'em up

with embalming fluid.

Damn!

How do you keep their faces

from turning all blue and sh*t?

Make-up.

Jesus.

Sh*t!

Look, whatever you do,

don't lose him.

This guy's playing whip-ass.

Since when are you worried

about your brother's ass?

Since he started shitting gold.

Hold on!

- Whoa!

- Get out of the way!

What's wrong with the street?!

Ooh! Somebody almost had

an accident or something.

Yeah, an accident.

Are we almost there?

Heh heh heh heh.

Yeah, we're almost there.

In this dream...

a woman almost as fine

as her...

is relaxing on the sofa

with...

trying to interest me

in a box of, uh...

A box of what?

Let me see. I think it was...

candy. Heh heh heh.

Come over here, baby.

Come over here. Heh heh heh.

Ah, don't you love it

when dreams come true?

Damn, man.

Slim.

If your gold is as good

as your taste in women...

y'all got a deal.

Did you bring the money?

It'll be at my place

later tonight.

A sweet...

chocolate box of...

candy.

Heh heh heh.

Yeah.

You know, Jackson,

I really trusted you...

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