Cotton Comes to Harlem Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1970
- 97 min
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Partner!
Cal, I set the whole
thing up for you.
You were nothing
but a dumb convict
in row "c"
till I put you wise.
Yeah, you set it up
for me, bastard!
You set it up for me
to be the patsy
and you to take
the money and run!
I wouldn't cross you.
Cal, we're partners.
What about that little
old switch with the d.a.'s men?
That was just in case
you didn't arrive
with the meat wagon
in time.
And how about that little
old shoot-out in the junkyard?
I thought you guys
were cops.
I swear it.
Cal, cut me loose,
and we'll go
and find the money
and split it!
Con man
to the bitter end.
for what you done to me,
but I'm gonna be
big about it.
Yeah. I'm gonna let you
buy your life back,
and all it's
gonna cost you
is all that 87 grand
stashed in that bale
of cotton.
Cotton?
Is that
what this is all about?
Yeah.
You know something?
Yeah, I know
where it's at.
All right...
talk.
What's in it
for me?
Iris.
You shut up.
You talk,
or I'll blow
your brains out.
Hmmph. Yeah, that'll
get you exactly nowhere.
What you ought to do
is, uh...
blow that mother's
brains out.
What?
Blow that two-timing
mother's brains out.
Then I'll show you
where the bale of cotton is.
You do it.
You untie me, and I will.
Untie her.
Who followed you
here?
How in the hell
I know?
Iris, sweetheart,
baby, you found it.
You found that
bale of cotton.
Here, come on.
Untie these ropes, honey.
Come on, iris.
Yeah, that's right.
Come on, honey.
Cut these ropes,
and let's get out-
uhh!
Ha ha! Ha, iris!
Iris!
Ok, baby.
No, iris,
I don't blame you.
Go ahead.
Do your thing.
But before
you kill me,
would you
do me a favor?
Don't beg me, deke.
I ain't beggin'.
But would you mind
reaching your hand down
into my pocket
and taking out that
little old package?
Go ahead, iris.
That's it, baby.
Go ahead.
Bat?
Billie boy?
Halt!
God damn it!
Another fine mess
you got us into.
I got us into?
Shut up and shoot.
Hit it again.
Where are they, iris?
Iris!
Now, where are they?
I'm talkin' to you!
Now, where are they?
All right, iris.
Where's the door?
Hey, baby,
let's move it.
I'm gonna get out
an apb.
if it takes every cop
in this precinct.
Let me try, sir.
L-i know them.
Their hangouts and all.
Uh, besides,
it was me they tricked.
Well, then,
you get them
and don't come
back here till you do.
Yes, sir, captain bryce.
Yes, sir.
Bryce on radio:
Attention, all cars.
Attention,
all cars.
Jones and johnson have set fire
to house of god.
Proceeding west
on 125th street.
Apprehend at all costs.
Down south
we sweat and strained
we were the prisoners
of cotton
prisoners of cotton
but when cotton
come to harlem
here comes cotton
we kicked cotton's ass
we kicked cotton's ass
whoa, down south
cotton was king
a black man's life
meant not a damn thing
a black man
not a damn thing
so when cotton
come to harlem
here comes cotton
oh, I kicked
cotton's ass
we kicked cotton's ass
oh, what is cotton
doing here?
Whoa, we gonna make him
disappear
know that we don't
need him to remind us
the bad old days
are far behind us
south
that's where
it all began
it looked like cotton
was the man
cotton was the man
whoa, if cotton
come to harlem
here comes cotton
think I'll boot
cotton's butt
we'll boot
cotton's butt
I'll boot his butt
whoo!
Ha.
Whoa
this is black country
it's cotton,
it's cotton
no, it's our territory
it's cotton,
it's cotton
there'll be no more
new mama
or uncle tom
hey, little bo-weeble
best be gone
down south
cotton was boss
a human life
was no great loss
life was
no great loss
whoa, if cotton
come to harlem
here comes cotton
think I'll kick
cotton's ass
kick cotton's ass
kick his ass
take it off!
Hi, cal!
What's going on?
Reverend o'malley.
Oh!
Oh!
He's white.
Ha ha ha.
He's a white man.
I just can't
believe it.
He's white!
The same white man
who stole $87,000
of our people's
money!
Do you want him?!
Get that honky!
Get that pig!
Kill the honky!
Throw him back!
He's mine!
Aw!
Oh!
All right,
assume the position.
You know it.
Spread 'em wide.
Here!
Ok, brother,
get that bale of cotton
down to the prop room
and clean up the stage.
Turn around and face
your audience,
mr. Bones.
Stick out your hands,
please, mr. Bones.
Fly this mother
to the moon!
Now let's get on
with the show.
Down in my soul
a girl
who's always rockin'
down in my soul
that old black road
squawkin'
oh, yeah
down in my soul, yeah
down in my soul
a fella
can't stop rollin'
down in my soul
drivin'
what's been stolen
down in
the marshland
you can find
my soul there...
down in my soul
a girl
who's always rockin'
oh, yeah
down in my soul
a fella
that can't stop rollin'
down in
the marshland
you can find
my soul there...
aah!
Hold it, man.
Hold it
right there.
This ain't gonna
get us nowhere.
Man...
there's $87,000
in that bale.
50-50.
Right down the middle.
You steal money
from white folks,
that's your business.
But when you steal
from blacks,
that's my business.
You sound
just like my father.
Part preacher...
part undertaker...
and part god.
Why don't you
take it easy, man?
Cool it. What's
the matter with you?
Black people been exploited
by white people.
Filth like you come along
skin 'em some more.
Judgment, deke.
Judgment.
All right, man,
all right.
You, you keep
the whole thing.
I'll walk out of here,
and I promise you,
I'll never show my face
in harlem again
as long as I live.
Well?
That's what you want,
ain't it?
No.
I want you.
Ed! Ed, listen!
For god's sake,
give me a chance!
I could be another-
another garvey, man!
Another malcolm!
Aah!
God damn you!
I'll kill you!
Don't touch me!
No, no! No!
No!
O'malley:
Shoot him, iris!Iris:
Aah!Jarema,
she's your prisoner.
Now, look, you might even
make first-grade detective.
The money,
it's in the bale.
Yes, sir.
Oh, that salvation
no more of my sinful care
s oppressed
but in thy presence
ever blessed
oh, god
of my salvation
doo doo doo?
Whoa, god
of my salvation
god of
my salvation
god of
my salvation
talkin' 'bout
my salvation
god of my salvation
talkin' 'bout
your salvation
everybody's
salvation
god of
our salvation
salvation
god of
our salvation
salvation
god of
our salvation
god of our salvation
salvation
god of our salvation
salvation
god of our salvation
god of our salvation
brothers
and sisters,
I want to talk to you
for a minute.
Salvation
here, give me that mike.
Brothers and sisters,
I just want to
talk to you...
for a minute!
He'll hang himself.
Hear. Hear, hear.
Brothers and sisters,
I want to talk to you.
I want-i want-
god damn it!
Hey, wait a minute!
That's our preacher?
Brothers, sisters,
these two here
want to beat me to death,
want to beat me,
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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