A Rage in Harlem Page #8

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Aah!

This dance for you, baby girl!

Uhh!

Aah!

I will fear no evil...

The monkey thought

it was all in fun.

...In the house of the Lord.

We ain't gotta do this.

- No.

- Ain't gotta do this.

Uhh!

All fall down!

Pop!

Uhh!

Uhh!

That'll be Grave Digger

and Coffin Ed.

I made a deal with them.

Told them about the gold...

but I didn't tell them nothing

about no money.

You take this

and get on outta here!

Listen to me. I want you

to stay behind this bar.

I'm gonna go out there

and make sure...

these cops

don't hurt my brother.

Here, take this.

Keep this safe.

No, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

You can't trust her!

Take that money

and get on outta here!

Sherman, why you always

gotta assume...

that everybody

is untrustworthy?

What are you doing?

- Straighten up!

- Count off!

Can't you see

that this man is injured?

Damn that man!

Where's the damn gold, sucker?

It's in Easy Money's office.

Let's go! Let's go!

Move 'em out!

Let's go, Goldy!

You got blood, whatever!

Get on in there!

What did I tell you, huh?

She's inside.

She is gone.

She's inside.

She's inside.

Must have gotten delayed.

She's permanently delayed.

She skated with the money.

I gotta see a doctor.

- Straighten up!

- Count off!

We were admiring

the body count back there.

And what a nice day's

work you did.

And how happy some undertaker

was gonna be...

when we remembered you was

wanted for robbing your boss.

It was not part

of Goldy's deal.

- Come on, we're taking you in.

- Wait a minute!

Are you resisting arrest?

I'm sorry, bros.

I'll do what I can.

Don't matter.

Nothing matters no more.

Someday, Goldy, someday!

I want my phone call!

Son of a b*tch!

Get your ass up, sucker.

Who brought me these clothes,

made bail for me... a woman?

Hell, no.

Mr. Clay.

Well, well, well...

here's the big,

bad man himself.

Time you put

your six-shooter away...

and take out

your adding machine.

You drummed us up some work.

Two of them boys that was killed

was carrying eight grand apiece.

That money was just contributed

towards their funeral.

Oh, by the way, a lovely,

lovely young lady...

came by the office

and asked me to give you...

The cross.

Train station!

Where you think you going,

Jackson?

I just made your bail!

Train 55,

bound for Mississippi...

Here they are, Goldy.

...leaving from platform 9.

AH aboard.

Oh.

Sherman,

what are you doing here?

Goddamn fool oughta be

getting some rest.

After you get shot,

it's always a good idea...

to spend a few days in bed!

Good God Almighty!

It's payday, man!

There's about

$50,000 here, man!

Count yours.

She says I'm too good for her.

She's right!

But count the money, man!

Hey, have you seen a woman...

With the sweetest ass

God ever made?

I just took her to platform 9,

train bound for Mississippi.

Jackson! Jackson!

Jackson, this is fifty... oh!

Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!

Take this money now.

Big Kathy wants you to have it.

- I don't want it!

- Wait a minute!

Good luck, brother.

You're gonna need it.

I love you.

God bless you.

God bless you, Goldy.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

He called me Goldy.

Look at him. Look at him run!

In all the years

I know that chump...

I never seen him run so fast.

If I had somebody like her...

- Goldy!

- I'd run fast, too.

Yeah, he'll be back.

Jackson in Mississippi?

It's like getting change

from a penny.

You getting sentimental

on me, Goldy?

Yeah, a little bit.

But I'm recovering.

I'm recovering rapidly!

Money! There's a lot

of money here, ladies.

I'm a very rich man.

Look at those ladies.

Look at them!

Yes! Money!

Excuse me.

Does this belong to you?

Only you can answer that.

You know, Jackson...

you really don't know me.

Yes, I know...

but it's a long ride

to Mississippi.

Tell me. You know anybody

in Mississippi...

who does a good foot rubbing?

Ahem. You know,

as a matter of fact...

I don't.

Mmm.

That's too bad.

'Cause my feet are killing me.

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