Cotton Comes to Harlem Page #5

All right. You better

send out a recall.

Station house alert.

We'll try to hold this

right where it is,

but if anything happens,

if it gets out of control,

go to signal 1039.

Ok.

Free deke o'malley!

Free deke o'malley!

People,

just settle down.

Hey, what the hell

is going on here?

Riot.

Free deke o'malley!

Free deke o'malley!

I figure about a 4-block

area, commissioner.

What are you

standing there for?!

Get out and get

those riot guns!

I don't give a damn!

Find ed and digger

if it takes

all afternoon!

Hold 'em right

where they are-

now that I have

your attention,

let's bow our heads.

Free deke o'malley!

Free deke o'malley!

Free deke o'malley!

Free deke o'malley!

Man:
Who the hell

asked you to come here?

He will be free,

but not this way.

Jarema, they're gonna

try to take o'malley.

Don't you worry, reverend.

I know how to use this thing,

and I'll protect you

with the last breath

in my body.

Oh, I know you will,

officer.

I know you will.

Get out of here!

Hold it there.

Now cool it!

Hold it!

Quiet down!

All right,

get inside.

What in

the goddamn hell?

Let 'em inside,

officers.

All right, take those

guns out of here.

We'll take it from here.

Hold it!

Hold it

right there!

Hey, we know

what you cops do

in the precinct basement.

How do we know

deke o'malley ain't dead?

'Cause I say he ain't!

And I'm the doctor.

You filthy pigs!

Free deke o'malley!

Shut up, white boy!

I'm talking

about my money!

Me and my family

put up $1,000, and we ain't

heard from it since.

If you police don't

do something, we will.

Tear the damn precinct down!

Burn the mother

to the ground!

Give us our money!

I want my money now!

I want my money, man.

Shut up!

Digger and I

will do our damnedest

to get the money back.

We promise.

Hell with promises!

Anybody out there

ever heard coffin ed

or the grave digger

make a promise

we didn't keep?

We may have

broken some heads,

but we never broke

no promises.

Now go on home!

Fascist pigs!

Free deke o'malley!

Commie pigs!

Fascist commies!

Where the hell

you going?

Well, ain't this

the going-back-to-africa rally?

No, brother. It is

the going-home rally.

Now move it.

Sergeant,

my name is callahan.

I'm the attorney

for reverend o'malley.

I have a writ

for his release,

signed by judge

glossner.

This'll take

a few minutes.

Ok. I'll go down

and tell him.

I thank all of you.

I'm obliged to you

for coming down here

and bringing this great food

for me and my fellow prisoners.

Amen.

Amen.

Inasmuch as you've done unto

one of these, my little ones,

you've done unto me.

Amen.

Amen.

Minister:
Just the way

you wanted it.

O'malley:
Praise the lord,

brother, amen.

What about your tray,

sister minnie?

It's all yours,

reverend.

I thank you, sister,

but I'd be much obliged

if you'd take that tray over

to sister iris over there.

Well, if you say so,

reverend.

I do say so, sister.

And, sister minnie,

the lord loveth

a cheerful giver.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

A jealous hysterical woman...

will do anything, including

lie, to hurt o'malley.

Is that the case?

No. There's a bale

of cotton,

the white man

that digger spotted,

the shoot-out,

and the vicious murder

of booker

washington simms.

Who?

Uncle budd, the old

junk dealer.

We're still dragging

the river for his body.

And all ed and digger

want to do

is hold o'malley

for one more day.

What?

They think

that they can-

don't tell me what they think.

Tell me what you think.

Or don't you

do that anymore?

We could hold him

on a technicality

for 24 hours,

it being sunday.

Jones!

Johnson!

Did I or lieutenant anderson

or anybody else

authorize you

to offer those people money

out there this afternoon?

No, sir.

Good. Then you recognize

that the precinct

is in no way responsible

for your foolish statements

or anything else.

It was getting a little

hairy out there.

It was a flagrant breach

of police procedure.

I won't have it.

That all, sir?

That is not all!

In spite of the fact

that we came within one inch

of a riot out there

this afternoon

and we have no proof whatsoever

against reverend o'malley,

anderson tells me you want me

to hold him another day.

That's right, sir.

You're out of your minds,

both of you.

Do you have to play

with that thing?

I'm insecure, captain.

But the question

still is,

can we hold him

another day?

I'm not finished.

You've allowed

your personal prejudice

to get in the way

of your judgment.

You've bungled

this whole thing

from beginning to end.

And you and your partner

have turned this entire

investigation

into a personal vendetta

against reverend o'malley.

Vendetta?

Vendetta!

O'malley's a rotten,

thieving, lying-

it doesn't matter

what he is.

It's no concern

of yours anymore.

I'm taking you off the case.

Thank you, sir.

What?

You want us off the case?

You got us off.

What was that all about?

I don't know.

But now I'm really worried.

Woman:
Where is deke?

Second woman:

There he is.

No pictures, no pictures.

Reverend o'malley.

Yes, sir.

Could we have one word

with you in private?

One word in private.

We understand you're

looking for a white man

and a bale of cotton.

We got 'em both.

Uh, callahan,

will you excuse me?

Sister minnie.

I'll see you later.

Well, there goes that

$87,000 promise you made.

Wemade, old buddy.

Wemade.

Yeah, wemade.

The next time you're

making out an i.o.u.,

include me out, huh?

What we need is some

new bait for that trap.

A whole new kind of fox.

Look, man,

I'm not in any mood

for another one of your

goddamn colored fairy tales.

A stone fox.

Somebody

who wants o'malley

worse than we do.

Hey, lady.

Where's my pastor?!

Where's my pastor?!

Now, hold on, now.

What did you-what did you

do with my pastor?

Wait a minute. Hold it.

Just a minute, now.

How the hell did you

get in here?

She's with the delegation.

Don't you remember?

If y'all don't give me

back my pastor,

I'm gonna punch you in

the stomach with this umbrella.

Now, watch it, lady.

O'malley ain't here.

He's been released.

Give me back my pastor.

O'malley ain't here,

I tell you,

and if you don't get

the hell out of here

with all that noise,

I'm gonna jail you.

And stay out.

What's the matter

with that old bag?

My people.

Iris!

Don't "iris" me, you

honey-dripping bastard!

Let go of me!

Take your hands off her.

Cool it, baby.

Get your hands

off of me.

Tie her up.

Nobody two-times iris

and gets away with it.

Tie her up,

for god's sake.

Looks like I'm not

the only one

our preacher friend's

crossed.

What the-

what'd he do to you?

None of your

goddamn business.

Cut me loose, calhoun.

Hand over the money,

I'll cut you loose.

How many times do I have

to tell you, you idiot?

I don't know

where it's at.

Mm-hmm.

What about iris?

She don't know,

either.

Look, man,

quit playing games.

Hmm?

Cut me loose.

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