Harlem Nights Page #4

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We'll rob Bugsy Calhoune.

We can't stand up to him,

so how can we rob him?

If everything goes the way I plan,

we'll be gone

before he realises he's been hit.

We've got to get cash

and put it on that white boy to win.

- Jenkins will kill that boy.

- Exactly.

Calhoune knows we know Jenkins so

if he sees us betting on the white boy,

he'll think we talked Jenkins into taking

a dive to make money to relocate.

He puts his money

with the other money,

so it doesn't matter who wins,

we're hitting all the money.

You're a smart motherf***er.

- Are you guys with me?

- Yeah!

We'll see you all tomorrow, then.

Quick, I want to talk to you.

You might want to talk

to Tommy Smalls tomorrow.

- For what?

- He can't be that big a 'Tom'.

You loosen him up, maybe he'll tell you

something about Cantone.

- You think Smalls is that stupid?

- I know he's that stupid.

Sergeant Phil Cantone.

Are you with this gentleman?

- No, I'm not.

- It's nice to meet you.

Come on, Tommy.

Come on!

- What is going on here?

- Are you awake now?

Hell, yeah, I'm awake.

What is going on here?

- All right?

- I'm all right and I'm awake.

What's going on? Why did you

punch me? I should jack you up.

- It's time to pay the piper, Tommy.

- What are you talking about?

- That five grand you lifted.

- Five who that lifted what?

Wait.

I don't know what you're talking about.

If there's a problem,

we can talk to Calhoune.

I spoke to Mr Calhoune. He wanted me

to say he's mad at you for stealing.

But I ain't stole sh*t!

And there is one other thing.

Bugsy said I was to cut his throat.

Then cut it.

It's done. Our friend's a memory.

But you know,

the strangest thing just happened.

What's that?

One of Sugar Ray's people

just put a $200,000 bet on the fight.

That's nothing. They're just trying to

make some cash before closing down.

Don't worry. Everybody knows that jig

is going to kill Kirkpatrick.

Yes, I know.

But they're not betting on Jenkins.

They're putting their money

on Kirkpatrick.

At 3-1 they are going to make

six hundred grand if he wins.

Those sneaky bastards.

They put the fix on.

Jenkins is going to throw the fight.

It makes sense.

Jesus. Ain't that champ a wonderful

f***ing human being?

So what do you do now?

Why should they be the only ones to

benefit from Mr Jenkins's generosity?

I'm going to put 500,000

on Kirkpatrick to win.

Pick up a little extra cash.

You should scrape together whatever

you can and do the same thing.

- Is Smalls up there?

- Sometimes the buzzers don't work.

My name is Quick. I'm an old friend.

Do you think I could knock on the door?

Smalls?

Tommy, your door is open. It's Quick.

Hey, your door is open. It's Quick.

Smalls!

Hey, Smalls.

Tommy?

Tommy...?

Hey, man, are you asleep?

Holy sh*t!

Somebody f***ed you up real bad.

I think I'm going to leave because

you probably want to sit by yourself

and think about who you pissed off,

so I'll let you have your space.

Excuse me.

- Isn't that Quick?

- Yes, that's him.

What's he doing coming out

of my brother's house?

Let's find out.

Miss La Rue, your guest has arrived.

Hello, Mr Quick.

Meet Mr Bugsy Calhoune

and his assistant, Joseph Leoni.

Have a seat.

- Are those flowers and candy for me?

- No, I brought them for the lady.

Give them to her.

She loves flowers and candy.

So, how's business, Mr Quick?

- Excuse me?

- Business over at Sugar Ray's.

Business is all right.

All right?

I hear you guys are going great.

Dominique says your place was packed

Monday night. Nobody is busy then.

Your place was packed on a Monday.

You must be doing great.

What do you move, 15-20,000 a week?

I don't know about all that sh*t.

I don't do the books.

You don't see the books?

That would be pretty stupid.

- Well, I trust my partner, Ray.

- Never trust anybody.

Everybody in this business

is a criminal.

This is too deep for me.

I think I'm going to go home.

Wait a second. What's your rush?

Here, have some wine.

By the way, Mr Quick,

did a Sergeant Phil Cantone

come by the other day?

He came by.

He told you about

my business proposition?

He told us about your offer. I wouldn't

call that a business proposition.

It was business, Quick. I don't make

offers. I make business propositions.

I've got a very good one for you.

I want you to work for me

at the Pitty Pat Club.

I want you to run it with Dominique.

- I don't think so.

- Lots of money for you.

After Sugar Ray starts paying us off,

your cut won't be what it used to be.

I could really use you there.

You could turn it into a hot spot.

You understand your people.

Mr Quick.

It would be an advantage to all of us,

if you'd join

Mr Calhoune's organisation.

You guys are incredible. I can't believe

you called me down here and...

This is very nice,

but no thanks. I'm sorry.

There's no reason for you to get upset.

I just want you to think it over.

- There's nothing to think about.

- Joe, show Mr Quick to his car.

Joe, you don't have to show Mr Quick

no place. I can find my way out.

Thank you, but no thanks.

- What do you think of Mr Quick?

- What do you mean?

Do you like him? Do you think he is

someone you might want to f***?

- Yes.

- Good.

Good.

Let's kill that bastard now, man.

Let's do it for Tommy!

What is this sh*t about?

- He killed my brother.

- It's all right, we'll get him.

He messed with

the wrong n*gger's brother.

Quick is mine.

Pull up to his bumper,

we'll blow his head off.

Damn, I think I broke my nose!

Junior, are you OK? Junior?

Junior is deader than a motherf***er.

You shot him in the back of the head!

It was a mistake.

Pull up next to that motherf***er.

Shut up, it was a mistake!

It was an accident, Junior.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Junior.

Get that motherf***er now!

I'm sorry, Junior.

Shut the f*** up!

You're always crying, motherf***er.

Catch him. Come on. Come on!

You are a dead motherf***er.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you, motherf***er!

F***!

Stop the car! Stop the f***ing car!

Sh*t! Sneaky motherf***er.

Let's get him.

I'm going to kill you, Quick!

You made me shoot one of my boys

in the back of the head.

And you did something to my brother.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That's bullshit, man.

You know what I'm talking about.

You broke my nose, man.

I'll say this one more time.

I don't know what you're talking about.

And I suggest

you let me go on my way.

Oh, really?

I suggest you kiss my ass, Quick.

The only way you are going home

is shot, motherf***er.

What do you think you're doing

with that little sh*t?

Stop it. Stop it. Don't shoot

that little motherf***er no more!

F*** this.

A**hole.

- Quick's pulled up in a cab.

- What's he doing in a cab?

- You in a cab? That ain't your style.

- I had a little fender bender.

- Are you all right?

- I need a second to collect myself.

What did you learn about

Calhoune's girlfriend?

I don't know what I just found out.

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