Cotton Comes to Harlem Page #2

Could be.

Blacks find out about this,

there'll be hell to pay.

I want round the clock police

protection for reverend o'malley.

To hell with o'malley!

What about the $87,000

of poor black folks' money

that he stole from all

over this country? Stole?

That's right. Stole!

We ran a check on

o'malley's entire operation.

It's clean.

Absolutely legitimate.

Full clearance from

the state department,

securities exchange

commission,

the attorney general of the state

of new york. What else do you want?

What the hell does the attorney

general, the state department,

or even the president

of the united states know

about one goddamned thing that's

going on up here in harlem?

Ed o'malley's respected by

responsible people. Respect, my ass!

Pastors, race leaders,

politicians,

not to mention the large following

he has among black folk everywhere.

Black folk need hope

like everybody else.

What is it

with you people?

One of you like reverend

o'malley tries to do something,

does anybody try to help him? Hell no!

You're after him

like crabs in a basket.

Uh, how many shares of the back to

africa, inc. Would you buy, captain?

That's impertinent.

The hell it is!

One more word out of you, and

I'll run you right off the lot.

We've been trying to teach

white folks all our lives.

School's over.

Let's go look for lo boy

at junkies' paradise.

Damn it, anderson. Who's in

charge of this investigation,

you or them?

You've gotta understand

ed and digger, sir.

I understand those two,

all right.

Too quick

with their fists,

too flip with their talk,

too fast with their guns.

They're two damn black maniacs

on a powder keg,

and you're

letting them run wild.

Ed and digger, they have their own

special way of dealing with things up here.

And if they find something

kinky on reverend o'malley,

I've gotta respect it.

Sister!

Yes?

Good afternoon, sister.

And what kind of trick are you trying

to play on me, you old uncle tom?

Ain't no trick, ma'am.

I'm just trying to get this

bale of cotton onto my cart.

Cotton?

Yes, ma'am.

And I was just wonderin'

if some good, nice-lookin',

strong christian lady like

you wouldn't give me a hand.

I am a christian.

That's why I don't take a

stick and knock your teeth out.

All of you trying

to steal my money!

Tryin' to steal

your money?

Yes! Trickers! That's what

you are. Every one of you!

Why, you old fool!

Don't you think

I got sense enough to know

there ain't no such thing as

a bale of cotton in harlem?

Hmmph!

Ed:
That damn bryce

chewin' my ass out.

Dumb anderson

didn't say a word.

Well, he's got his own

mortgage to worry about.

I oughta quit this job.

All right, now,

suppose you do quit.

Suppose you tell 'em to

take the badge and shove it.

Who's gonna

pay your mortgage?

You.

Mm-mm!

Not me, baby.

You quit, I quit.

Then who'll protect the black

folks from the white folks?

Who's gonna protect the

black folks from themselves?

I'm sick of this. Gotta be at

death's door. I'm tired of this jazz.

God damn.

Aah!

When did you turn japanese?

Come on.

You know the position.

Come on,

spread your legs back.

Finally

got it together.

We plan

to keep it that way.

This ain't no shooting gallery

no more. This is swahili class.

So why don't you guys

take your business and split?

Io boy.

Early riser's partner.

We want him.

Is he on swahili, too?

If that's who you want,

why don't you check reba's?

Where'd you learn them

dirty swahili words?

Ask your mama.

How long you gonna

keep this up, copper?

Till it's over, sister.

It's been 4 hours now, and I'm

just sick of lookin' at you.

You are really

one ugly child.

I mean,

it's really too bad

'cause, um...

if you wasn't,

we could, uh,

spend the time, you

know, uh, doin' the thing.

I'll put a sack

over my head.

All right.

Knock it off, will ya?

I just wanted to see

if it was gonna fit.

Buck off.

Drop them scissors.

Well, you gotta

breathe, don't you?

Drop 'em

or I'll break your arm.

You're not a fag,

are you?

Oh, wow. A fag cop.

Ha ha!

It's all poor john

ever spoke of-

that ship and you,

reverend o'malley.

And thank you

for the flowers.

It's the least I can do under

the circumstances, mrs. Hill.

He was my right hand.

And I cannot find the words to

express the infinite sorrow I feel

that this unfortunate accident

has taken your husband.

Thank you, reverend

o'malley. You are so kind.

May I be of any assistance

to you, mrs. Hill?

The funeral?

The arrangements?

I just want you

to preach his funeral.

Of course, mrs. Hill.

And if you'll

forgive my askin',

do you need money?

Oh, thank you,

reverend o'malley,

but he had life insurance

and we saved up.

If you need anything

ever,

you must come to me.

I won't hear of it

otherwise.

All right?

All right, sir.

You're everything

john said you'd be.

Thank you, mrs. Hill.

Ha!

Love beads

for the fag cop.

Gonna take a shower with me,

white boy? Hmm?

Ha ha ha!

All I need is

a place of operation,

for the police,

as you know,

are unsympathetic

to our movement.

I don't trust 'em.

Would you help me...

to recover

the stolen funds

and to avenge

john's death?

Would you be

my eyes and ears?

My mata hari, so to speak,

on the lord's side.

Oh, anything.

Oh, anything if you think

I can, reverend o'malley.

The main thing is for me

to be free of the police

so that I can conduct

my own investigation.

I've got to find

a place to stay

where nobody

will know where I am.

Reverend o'malley,

why not stay here?

Oh, bless your soul,

mrs. Hill.

Hey, copper.

I forgot my towel.

It's, uh, it's right there

on the wall.

You wanna dry

my back off, copper?

Hey, you gotta

give a girl a minute.

They say the badder the

woman, the better the smell.

Come sniff.

Hey, don't you wanna

take your clothes off?

Please, baby.

Please?

Hey, you come-

hey, come back here, you!

Hey!

Halt!

Halt in the name

of the law!

Halt in the name of the law!

Aah!

Come on, lo boy. Come on,

lo boy. Come on, come on.

Quit it! Now, hold it. Hold it right there.

What were you doing on the drive

when the meat truck came by?

Don't bother me, man.

I gotta get to the funeral.

What funeral?

You know what that

meat truck done, man?

It hit my buddy

square in the air.

Oh, early riser rose,

man, I mean, like a bird.

I ain't never seen a cat

fly that high before.

He went up!

Man, up on your feet!

Now, you tell us!

Now, what happened?

What happened when?

After the meat truck

hit early riser.

H-he died.

He died.

15 years,

and then he died.

Man, I gotta find

the funeral!

You son of a b*tch.

Ed!

God damn it! You better tell

us what we wanna know, man!

You listen to me

and listen good.

The meat truck hit early riser and crashed.

The armored truck

crashed, too.

Now, god damn it, you

better tell me what happened!

I seen the truck,

and I seen barry waterfield

get the hell out of there.

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