Harlem Nights Page #5

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How are we going with everything else?

Sugar... Right.

Thanks, man. I'll get back to you.

The same gentleman is doing

the pick-up this year, Mr Richie Vento.

Vera, I want you

to put somebody on him.

- All right.

- You got a girl who can turn him out?

I have got a girl

whose p*ssy is so good,

if you threw it up in the air,

it would turn into sunshine.

- I don't want to meet her.

- I do.

Put her on him.

Yeah. Who is it?

Just a moment.

Dominique La Rue.

That voodoo b*tch.

Hello?

I can meet with you.

Just you, right?

Give me a half hour. Yeah.

Do come in, Mr Quick.

Very nice. Very impressive.

Very impressive.

- Is your real name Quick?

- Excuse me?

Is Quick your real name?

No, my name is not Quick.

My real name is...

No one's asked me that. My real name

is... don't laugh... is Vernest.

I see you are laughing.

My name is Vernest Brown.

I use Quick because

Vernest Brown is a f***ed up name.

I'd like to change the subject.

Can I have a seat?

This is a very beautiful house.

It doesn't belong to me. It belongs to

Mr Calhoune. I stay here sometimes.

- It's true what they say about you two?

- And what is that?

You know, they say that...

They say that you give Calhoune...

...stuff.

- I work for Mr Calhoune.

- What kind of work do you do?

Whatever's required.

And your interest in me,

is that business or is it personal?

Both.

I'd like to go upstairs. Are you coming?

That's cute.

I thought I was the only person

who slept with his guns under the pillow.

That is so adorable. We have

so much in common. This is so cute.

It's cute.

What are you doing in there?

Come here.

You are unbelievable.

So were you, Vernest Brown.

Only you can make

'Vernest Brown' sound good.

You are the only person

who can get away with it.

I got a question. You know

what we were just doing, was that...

Was that work?

I know work was being done.

I was doing serious work.

I was working. But was that work

for you, or was that personal?

Both.

It was personal for me

and business for Mr Calhoune.

Is he here? I thought I felt

another hand on my ass a while ago.

I thought you were going crazy,

but he's under the bed grabbing asses.

- No, he's not here.

- Well, where is he?

Don't worry. He isn't coming here.

He's with his wife.

Bugsy is married?

The man is married to...

I've been trying to figure this out

since I first saw you.

Why would a woman like you

be interested

in a big, fat, greasy, bloated, stinking,

gelatin-ass motherf***er?

What's the attraction to this man?

Plus he's married, too.

He's a very brilliant man

and he's taught me a lot.

A lot about what?

Like about the business.

What about the business?

That you can't trust anybody.

Everybody in the business...

...is a criminal.

And how can you ever trust a criminal?

So that's what this is about.

You're supposed to kill me?

Yes.

And you would make love to me first,

then shoot me?

I'm sorry, Vernest.

It's only business.

This is personal.

What's the matter with you?

You look at all the other guys but me.

- I ain't looking at every guy.

- Pay attention to me. I'm your date.

You ain't got enough of anyhing

for me to mess with.

You heard me.

I'm going to get myself a real man.

I've got enough sense

to get away from you.

Buy your own drinks from now on.

That girl's been staring at you, Richie.

She wants something.

- Why did she get rid of that guy?

- She wants us. The three of us, Richie.

She looks too classy for that.

She's beautiful.

I don't usually look at coloured women,

but she's gorgeous.

Richie, she is smiling at you.

Richie, the lady would like

to buy you a drink.

I told you she was hot.

She wants to f***.

- Is she going to buy us a drink, too?

- Sorry, she only said this gentleman.

Richie, you lucky bastard.

Listen, tell the lady I'll accept her offer

if she'll come sit with me.

You got it.

- You're in, Richie. You're in.

- I'll tell you when I'm in. I'll call you.

Get out of here, both of you.

Did you notice me watching you?

- I can't say I did.

- Well, I was.

I'm new in town

and I haven't any friends.

You look quite friendly.

Would you like to be my friend?

Well, look...

Sure, I'd like to be my friend.

I mean, be your friend.

My name is Richie, Richie Vento.

And what's your name, darling dear?

Sunshine.

Yes, goddammit. I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Just a minute.

- How was it?

- I killed her.

- Tore the p*ssy up?

- No, man, I killed her.

What are you talking about?

- I shot her, man.

- Was the p*ssy that bad?

She tried to kill me.

That's why she wanted to see me.

Calhoune tried to use her

to take me out. He tried twice tonight.

- What else happened?

- Smalls' people think I fingered Smalls.

They tried to kill me after that dinner,

which was really an invitation

to join Calhoune's gang.

Why didn't you tell me this earlier?

I was figuring all this out. He ain't getting

a third chance, I'm after him now.

Be cool. Don't be stupid, now.

Let's figure out what to do.

I ain't no punk.

You try to kill me, I kill you.

All right. Sit down.

- Why should I sit down?

- Sit down, man.

It's not about being a punk, OK?

Quick, you're not a gangster.

We're not. We're club owners.

We run a dancehall.

Calhoune is a cold-hearted killer.

He'll have your ass killed.

The man probably

doesn't know about La Rue yet.

But in the morning

he's going to want you dead,

so we're going to find a place

where we can lay low

until we can run this scam and split.

- Are you saying I should hide?

- You're going to hide.

If you don't, they'll kill you.

I didn't come this far so you could prove

you ain't no punk and die.

What about your tombstone?

'Here lies a man, 27 years old.'

'He died, but he ain't no punk.'

That's bullshit, OK?

When you die at 89,

with your children and grandchildren

around the bed, that's cool.

It ain't cool to die at 27. I won't let you

do that. I won't let you do it to me.

If they kill you, they'll have to kill me

because I'm going to kill them.

All right, everybody.

This is a f***ing raid.

Anybody try to leave,

I'll pump one in your ass.

Everybody's under arrest.

Cooperate with the officers so we can

get this done as quickly as possible.

Band! Play some travelling music.

Everybody's going downtown

on the A train.

Motherf***er.

Jack Jenkins!

Jack Jenkins, the Heavyweight

Champion of the World!

I can't believe it.

What are you doing here?

You're the Heavyweight Champion

of the World. My kids love you.

Everybody I know loves you.

What are you doing here?

You should be in training.

Will you be ready for the fight?

I'll be fine.

You'll be fine.

Sugar, let's talk in the office.

Can Jack come?

Come on, Jack. Come on.

The heavyweight champ.

Can I have your autograph?

I don't...

...sign autographs.

Sure you do, Jack.

Or you'll go downtown

with the rest of the jigs,

and you'll miss your fight.

- Who do I make this out to?

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