Harlem Nights Page #2

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Nobody steals from me.

The next time you bring somebody

crooked in, I'm going to f***ing kill you.

- Understand?

- Yes.

Let Joey take a look at it.

- Joey, is it broke?

- Yes, it's broke pretty good.

- How's your right hand? OK?

- It's OK.

Good. I want you to take care

of Smalls as soon as possible.

Take care of your bad hand first,

then take your good hand

and cut Tommy's throat

from here...

...to here.

700 at the bar,

1,300 at the crap tables.

- What did we do on the door?

- About 300.

- Vera hasn't brought the girl's money.

- Go tell Vera to bring her ass in here.

What is wrong with her, Sugar?

- What's with Tommy Smalls?

- I don't know. I put Romeo on him.

Nothing much, he had a few drinks,

dropped 200 at the crap table,

made a phone call and left.

- Don't worry.

- I'm not worried, just a little concerned.

Calhoune's number-one boy

drops by to snoop a little bit.

That makes me uncomfortable.

You guys keep your eyes out, OK?

Vera, you know we tally up at 4 o'clock.

What is your problem?

Kiss my ass. I have to watch

my girls until the last trick is gone.

I won't ask a customer to roll over

so I can punch a goddamn clock.

This is your place, but I am in charge

of the girls. Just kiss my ass.

Sugar, stop doing that. Don't do that.

- How did we do tonight?

- We made 200.

200? You girls have been back there

all night. How come only 200?

Kiss my ass. I say nothing when

the crap tables and the bar are short.

That's because

just the girls come up short.

- Calm down, Vera.

- Kiss my ass. What's Quick saying?

- You're in charge of the girls, right?

- I am in charge of the girls.

- Are you in charge of the girls?

- I am.

The girls are always coming up short.

Even when the place is packed

the girls come up short.

Either you or them

have a problem with arithmetic.

Are you saying I'm stealing?

The man didn't say that.

Sit down and shut up.

You shut up, Bennie. I'd tell you to kiss

my ass, but you're too blind to find it.

F*** you, b*tch.

- Me and you got to step out back.

- It was a misunderstanding.

No, it ain't no misunderstanding.

Quick just accused me of stealing.

If you want to defend Quick,

then we can all be fighting tonight.

Bring your ass, n*gger. Come on.

Bring your ass. Get up and come on.

All right, b*tch, you want to fight?

We'll fight, then.

You fat motherf***er,

I'm tired of your sh*t!

I'm going to beat the sh*t

out of your ass.

Don't hold me, Sugar.

No, Sugar, let me go!

- Just scaring her a little. Don't hold me!

- You f***ing with a heavyweight.

Treating me like I'm some kind of dog.

I'll kick his ass.

Come on. Come on!

Come on. Don't you want to talk?

You've insulted me

and I've got to kick your ass.

And afterwards

I don't want no hard feelings.

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?

You accused me of stealing.

Only thing I'm stealing is your face.

- Are you out of your f***ing mind?

- Oh, yeah...

That's what I'm talking about.

Come on, sucker. Let's get it on.

You want to fight?

Come on. I'm going to beat the sh*t

out of your ass, motherf***er.

- You punch people in the eyes? B*tch.

- Is that all you got?

You think that's all?

I'm going to blast your teeth out.

- N*gger, you hit like a b*tch.

- You're slower than you thought.

I punch like a b*tch, OK?

I punch like a b*tch?

Say goodnight to this b*tch now.

You're going to have to learn

to respect me.

And the next time...

...you accuse me of stealing,

I'll kick your ass again.

You crazy b*tch.

Oh, you want to hit people

with garbage cans?

Now I've got to cut you.

Vera, put that razor away.

Put it away, or I'll blow

your pinkie toe off.

Now you're going to shoot me

in my pinkie toe.

I'm not playing with you.

I'll blow that little black, crusty toe

off your foot. Put the razor away!

You must be crazy

to pull your gun on me.

You'll be the biggest limping b*tch

in Harlem if you don't stop. Put it away.

Go ahead, shoot.

Here it is. Shoot, Quick.

Take your best shot.

- You didn't have to shoot her.

- She was trying to kill me.

She was trying to scare you.

That b*tch was going

to cut me with a razor.

I usually kill over something like that.

I don't want to talk about it.

Vera whipped your ass.

If you hadn't had that gun,

she'd still be doing it.

You laugh at the wrong sh*t.

He shot my pinkie toe. I'm gonna put

my foot in your ass. I'll kill him.

Be careful taking her out of here.

Don't kill anyone, just relax.

Vera, we're going to find your toe.

You've got to stop overreacting.

- Overreacting?

- Yes.

- Get your old ass in the car.

- F*** you.

Next time you fight,

pick on somebody your own size.

- Goodnight, guys. Take it easy.

- Goodnight, Sugar.

Hello, Raymond. How are you doing?

My name is Sergeant Phil Cantone.

- What are you doing in my place?

- I needed to speak with you, Ray.

You wouldn't want me standing around

in this neighbourhood.

A fellow could get hurt.

And please, put the gun down, Ray.

Coloured guys with guns

make me nervous.

So, you have a nice house here, Ray.

Real nice.

So, Sergeant Cantone,

how can I help you?

Jesus, that's a beautiful suit.

What is that, Macy's?

This is tailor-made. If you want

my tailor's number, I can give...

No. No, I buy off the rack.

No, get out of here.

Your clothes, they fit you so well.

That's funny.

I mean, that's really funny.

My clothes fit me well?

Did you used to be a nightclub comic?

No, I owned a candy store.

For 20 years.

- The candy business?

- 20 years.

- Are you serious?

- 20 years.

Well, that's strange.

Because somebody told me you run

an after-hours club, 'Club Sugar Ray's'.

Hottest spot in Harlem. They told me

you can gamble, drink, f***, dance.

F*** and dance at my place?

You can do anyhing there.

Aren't you that Sugar Ray?

No, that's not me.

I'm sorry. I'm in the wrong place.

I thought you were that Sugar Ray.

The candy business? That's great.

You live in a great place and wear

tailor-made suits from selling candy.

The candy business is something else.

I'll say. There can't be a n*gger

with a healthy tooth in his mouth.

Oh, well... I'll see you later, Ray.

You know, maybe I should

go into the candy business, too.

I'd like to wear nice clothes

and live in a place like this.

I know a lot about candy.

Are you looking for a partner, Ray?

No, I don't think so.

'Sugar Phil's Candy Store'.

I like that!

Maybe I'm just dreaming, Ray.

I'm a cop, for Christ's sake.

See you later.

I bet you will.

Sh*t.

Why would Calhoune

care about your place

when he owns almost

every after-hours spot in the city?

I don't know, maybe he wants more.

We're going to have to relocate,

I know that.

Why do we have to relocate?

I don't want to leave New York.

I don't either, but Calhoune

ain't the type you f*** with.

Hey, it's the champ!

Next week you knock that boy out!

Hey, Sugar Ray!

- How you doing, Champ?

- What's going on?

Hello, gentlemen... ladies.

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