Harlem Nights Page #7

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...Michael Kirkpatrick!

And fighting out of Harlem, New York,

weighing in at 220 pounds,

wearing maroon trunks

with a gold stripe,

the Heavyweight Champion

of the World, Jack Jenkins.

You received your instructions

in the dressing room.

I want a nice clean fight.

Shake hands and come out fighting.

Don't take this ass-whipping

personally.

JACK JENKINS:

There's the bell for round one.

Doesn't look like

he's trying to throw this fight.

Come on, Willie!

Sunshine.

- Hello, darling dear.

- Hey, sweet daddy.

- That's a lot of numbers, baby.

- I know. Throw them in the trunk.

I'll get that door. Here.

- Thanks, Richie.

- You're welcome, baby.

- I really missed you, sweet daddy.

- Me, too, sweet mommy.

I got a big surprise...

Are you blind?

Jesus, the cops are coming.

Take it easy, just relax.

Not tonight, f*** me.

- You are in trouble.

- That light was green.

No, sir, it was red.

But that's the least of your problems.

- Do you know who you got in the car?

- Who?

Lady Heroin.

We've been tracking her all night.

- She put 40lbs of smack in your trunk.

- Heroin?

Step out of the car, please, sir.

- I don't know nothing about this.

- You, too, Miss Heroin.

So, Lady Heroin,

we finally caught you, right?

Got your boy, too. You are both

going to jail for a long time.

Wait a minute, I ain't no boy.

I just met her this week.

- I'm sorry, Richie.

- Don't sorry me.

- I'm sorry, baby.

- Don't 'baby' me.

I'm in trouble here.

I'm dying in the street.

You should have told me

your last name was Heroin.

That doesn't mean you have to sell it.

- What do we have here, officers?

- Lady Heroin and her boyfriend.

- This guy?

- Can I speak to you privately?

You want to confess?

Officers, this is our collar

and we'll handle it.

Relax, boy. You're out of your territory,

so just cool it. Come here.

Talk to me.

- You know Phil Cantone?

- We work for him.

Tell these jigs to get out of here.

I'm doing a run for Bugsy.

- Why didn't you say?

- I just did.

Take this girl and let this guy

go about his business.

First of all, this guy is an accessory,

and what we're going to do...

You're going to do nothing. We'll take it

from here. Thank you, officers.

All right, take her.

- Thanks for the help.

- Get out of here and stay out of trouble.

Jenkins drives him against the ropes.

He's got him pinned against the ropes.

He's hitting him hard.

What?

F***!

How are you doing, boys?

It's real good to see you.

Maybe you can clear something up.

I mean, I thought you might pull

something so I followed Vento tonight.

And I've got to tell you, the whole thing

was going pretty cute...

...until some real boys showed up.

They spoiled it for you guys.

You did the right thing

to let them go and not start any sh*t.

But the one thing I can't figure out

is why you would break into a bank

that's been closed for five years.

Why would you do that?

- May I?

- Please do.

We figured with Vento doing

a pick-up as big as this,

that Bugsy would have his number-one

boy tailing him. That's you.

And the cops that pulled us over,

you win some and you lose some.

As far as us breaking into a bank

that's been closed for five years,

we're not making a withdrawal...

we're making a deposit.

A deposit? No bullshit?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means put down your gun.

We'll tell the police on Monday

you are here.

Ray, these things

don't have much air in them.

Jimmy estimates there are

a couple of days of air in here.

Who is Jimmy? Is he a scientist?

He measures the f***ing air?

- Jimmy, was that the right calculation?

- Give or take a couple of hours.

There you go.

Give or take an hour or two.

I might see you again.

- Yeah, you might.

- I might.

Goodnight.

Take very short breaths.

Maybe, if you breathe like this...

But if you go...

you're a dead motherf***er.

Is he crazy?

I'll put an end

to this Sugar Ray sh*t tonight.

- What's with all the sad faces?

- Give me my money and get out.

What's this?

- Where's my money?

- They took the wrong bag.

- Who took the wrong bag?

- I had an accident and the cops came.

- Why would the cops take my money?

- They thought it was heroin.

Heroin?

Richie, why would they think

it was heroin?

What the f*** are you talking about?

I had Lady Heroin in the car with me.

I was falling in love with her.

I thought I was. She put heroin

in the trunk with the money.

Then I was going through

this green light that was red, and...

Mr Calhoune, I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

What are you, f***ing retarded?

No, it's OK. The cops who took

the money were Cantone's guys.

How do you know?

There were four cops. The first two

were jigs. Then came Cantone's guys.

Get Cantone on the phone.

Why would they take your money

and leave the dope?

They made a mistake

and took the wrong bag.

You gave a million dollars of my money

to the cops for a bag of heroin?

What are you, a f***ing moron?

Yes.

This isn't heroin. It's sugar.

That son of a b*tch.

That goddamn son of a b*tch.

There's no answer, boss. He's not in.

It's a woman named Vera.

Says she works for Ray.

Clean up that mess. Let her in.

I'm sorry, Mr Calhoune.

But I didn't have nothing to do with it.

Won't you have a seat?

I wanted to warn you,

but Sugar would have killed me.

His son already shot off

my pinkie toe.

No, is that right?

I'm sorry to hear that, Miss...

Walker. Vera Walker.

Mick, get Miss Walker

something to drink.

I had nothing to do with it, Mr Calhoune.

I'm no thief.

I'm an honest whore,

and all my whores are honest.

We didn't want to have nothing to do

with this, but they made us keep quiet.

I wanted to tell you, Mr Calhoune,

but I knew they'd have killed me.

Maybe you could help us locate

Mr Ray and Mr Quick.

They are over at Ray's.

But please, don't tell them I told you.

I still have nine toes

and I want to keep them.

I just want to go about my business

with nobody after me.

I'm an old woman, Mr Calhoune,

and I can't stand this fighting no more.

Tony, would you give Miss Walker

my phone number?

If you have any problems, just call me.

Thank you so much, Mr Calhoune.

And thank you, too, sir.

- Goodnight to you all.

- Please see Miss Walker out.

Get the car.

We're going to pay

Mr Ray and Mr Quick a visit.

Hey, boss...

It's Cantone's badge.

Let me see that.

What the hell is going on here? Phil?

Nobody touch anyhing.

I got to figure this out.

I got to figure out the right move.

It's a set-up. It's a f***ing set-up.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Let's get moving before somebody

comes looking for us.

I want to thank you gentlemen

very much. We appreciate it.

- Don't spend it all in one place.

- Take care, guys. Thanks.

I'm sure going to miss that place.

You know we can never go back.

There are other cities. We'll find

someplace else and start again.

There's no place like Harlem.

You ain't lying, Sugar.

Let me look at it one last time.

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