A Rage in Harlem Page #7

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about love!

All you know is whores.

Don't you tell me...

about my head.

You know, Jackson,

you're just like Mama.

Don't talk about Ma!

You do not talk

about my mother.

Hey, f*** you!

She was my mama, too!

And I loved her

just as much as you did!

You didn't even go

to the funeral.

I'll bet you ain't

even been to the...

to the grave site once.

I've been...

I've been to the grave site.

I've been there!

Is that our gold

in the back of that hearse?

Damn straight, it is.

You got to hold me

so tight, Jodie?

Hope your lips don't give me

no sh*t, big mouth.

Uhh! Uhh!

Ima, get out of here!

B*tch, I'm gonna f*** you up!

Come here, shorty,

I'll show you something.

Come here, come here.

You want to see this, huh?

Yo.

Think about this, brother.

Just think about this.

You think about this right now.

Take your best shot, sucker.

Ohm

Oh, no, no.

You get up here, boy.

Stand up there.

Uhh!

Uhh!

Hit him again.

Ohh.

I thought I recognized

that voice.

This the b*tch who run

the cathouse we were at.

- Nah.

- Yeah.

Last time I saw you,

you was dressed as a woman.

- Disgusting.

- Ain't that right, b*tch?

Jackson, look...

I'm sorry, Jackson. I'm sorry.

I should've gone

to the funeral.

I didn't go. I didn't want

to embarrass everybody.

I know how everybody

in the family feels about me.

I should've been there.

I'm sorry.

Jackson!

Jackson!

- I thought you were gone.

- Oh, Jackson! Jackson!

They're trying to kill

your friend, Jackson.

They're trying to kill

your friend!

Kathy!

Wait a minute.

It's your last time, punk.

You talk to me, or I'm going

to let him f*** you up.

Where's Jackson

and the other phony cop?

F*** you.

Hmm. Pop go the weasel.

No...

f*** you.

Uhh.

Uhh.

Kathy! Kathy!

God!

Kathy.

- It's me.

- Boss...

- it's Goldy.

- Uhh.

Come on, man.

Come on, Kathy. Don't die.

You hear what I'm saying?

Don't die, OK?

Kathy...

OK. OK. I'm going

to close your eyes.

Sherman.

I want those murdering

bastard friends of yours...

and you're going to take me

to them right now!

No, don't. Sherman, don't.

Jackson, Jackson,

you all right?

Baby, you all right?

- Get your hands off of me!

- Don't hurt her.

Take it easy.

Take it easy?!

I took it easy back there

jerking around with you...

when I should've been watching

out for my real family.

Yeah, man, make a move...

so I can blow her f***ing brains

out on the sidewalk.

Make a f***ing move!

I'm sorry.

Sherman!

You know, you take

that gun off my head...

I'll have an easier time

driving.

I mean,

it's kind of distracting...

Shut up, b*tch!

The only person I ever cared

about in this whole world...

just died because of

your worthless ass!

I don't like what they did

any more than you...

but what do I get out of this?

We're gonna play a game,

you and me.

I don't know how many bullets

in this f***ing gun...

but we're gonna play a game,

you and me.

You wanna play?

- Yeah!

- Let's play!

Don't f*** with me!

Um!

F***!

You kill me,

you don't get nothing.

Not even revenge.

What do you want?

I want a fifty-fifty split.

- Uh-uh.

- I planned that robbery.

Pad of that money's mine.

You tell me where they are,

it's a deal.

No. I go with you all the way.

All right.

All right, it's a deal.

But you f*** with me...

and I'm gonna do to you what

your boyfriend did to Big Kathy.

152 grand. Ha ha!

Too bad you didn't

bring your lady friend.

I had another dream about her.

Ahh... hoo, sh*t!

I can't tell you about it.

You were in it,

weren't you, baby?

Yeah, you were.

Listen...

I'm quite fed up with you...

Diddling with your

little rat dog there...

And running your mouth

all over my woman.

You stop that sh*t.

God damn it, Slim. Calm down.

You stop that sh*t!

Come on, Slim.

We done come too far.

You better get

some etiquette classes...

before you try and do business

in the big city, boy.

Boy?

You see a boy?

Grave Digger Jones here.

- It's Goldy.

- Goldy! Where the f*** are you?

Bastards killed Big Kathy,

and I'm gonna pay 'em back.

If you and Coffin Ed

can stop thinking...

about shooting my ass,

I think I can do you a favor.

All right, go on.

Some people are gonna have

to die on this one.

As long as

it ain't me or Ed...

I don't give a sh*t.

Just pan of the job.

No sense in getting our heads

worked up over business.

That's right! Ha ha ha!

Eh, your friend Imabelle...

already got another pan

of me worked up...

and it ain't my head.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

- That's it!

- That's what?

- That's it!

- What?

I done told you.

Jodie, talk to him!

Pop go the weasel!

- What you talking about, Slim?

- Pop go the weasel!

- We come too far for this!

- No! Pop go the weasel!

Save that nursery school sh*t

for Mississippi, chump.

- Chump?!

- Yeah! Chump. P*ssy!

You don't know me that well.

- He didn't mean nothing by that.

- Aw, p*ssy, get outta here!

- That's it!

- It can't be it! Come on, y'all!

Pop go the weasel!

Pop go the motherfucking weasel!

Slim! Aah!

Damn it!

Uhh! Baby! Not the dog.

Don't touch the dog.

Don't worry, baby.

Ain't nobody gonna hurt you.

Don't shoot my dog, man.

That's where I draw the line.

That just ain't right.

I'll give you

the motherfucking money...

you can walk out of here...

just don't let me see you

shooting no dog.

I want the money

and I want the gold.

Now, you know I can't do that.

Fine. Then I'm gonna

kill your rat.

All right! All right!

All right!

Take the money and the gold

and get out of town.

Now, just put my dog down.

- Put your gun down.

- I'll put the gun down.

Step away from it!

All right, I put my gun down.

Please put my dog down.

Here, baby.

No!

- Goldy, you all right?

- Imabelle!

Imabelle, come here!

You want this?

You want me?

- Baby...

- Motherf***er!

- You want some more? Here!

- Forgive me, baby.

Imabelle! God damn it! Sh*t!

God damn it! Sh*t!

You still carry this? Ha ha!

- Let her go, god damn it!

- F*** you!

Let her go!

I'll kill her, I swear!

You kill her!

Ain't that your woman?

Huh? I'll kill her!

Go on and kill her!

You killed him, didn't you?

Who, your girlfriend?

You killed Big Kathy.

You cut his throat,

you bastard!

What, you grieving

'cause that he-b*tch is dead?

I'm gonna put you

out your misery.

Slim!

Hey, baby, there he is,

Simple Simon.

You let him be!

It's me you want.

That's right. It's you I want.

Jackson,

shoot this motherf***er!

I don't need this

to do what I got to do.

Jackson, you need that!

Shoot this bastard!

You put the razor down.

I'll put the gun down.

I'll fight you for her...

like a man.

For as God is my judge...

I love you

more than life itself.

- Oh, Jackson...

- Shut up, b*tch!

Like a good dog,

you stay right there.

Huh! Uhh!

You ain't no man.

I ain't even armed.

I can't believe you'd say

no funky sh*t like that.

Ha ha ha!

- Jackson, run! Run outta here!

- You stay outta this!

Yea, though I walk

through the valley...

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