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just want to show Jimmy

the difference between a traditional split

and the way I like mine.

- Here you go--

- Have a seat there, Jimmy, have a seat.

I want to show you how to

make a traditional split,

and then I'll show you how

I like to have a split.

Now, a traditional split

has all these trimmings,

the almonds, the whipped

cream, the cherry,

and the hot fudge.

Jimmy, why don't you sample

that, tell me what you think?

- Uh, no thanks, Mr. Johnson.

I'm allergic to ice cream.

- Allergic to ice cream.

Sounds like to me, you're

allergic to rat poison, boy.

- Let me do him, Bumpy.

- Put the knife down now.

- Mr. Johnson, I swear I didn't know.

He said you wanted that boy to work here.

- Who said I wanted this boy to work here?

Who said I wanted this boy

to work here, Mr. Redmond?

- Vallie.

- Say it ain't so, Vallie!

- Die, motherf***er!

- Whispers.

- P*ssy!

- Whispers.

Bring him over here and sit him down.

Come on, sit him down.

Cal, get Vallie out of here.

- Don't breathe.

- Low-life snake, open that damn door.

Get out of here.

- Francine, go home and get some sleep.

Relax, Jimmy.

- Mr.Johnson--

- Relax.

- Bumpy.

- He'll be okay.

- Mr. Johnson, uh...

- Eat.

- He said eat!

- Mr. Johnson--

- Eat.

Mr. Redmond.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson?

- From now on, you make my split.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson.

- You got me all wrong, Bumpy!

- I just want to know why, Vallie.

- Dutch gave me $3,000.

You know how much money that is?

- That's a handsome ransom.

- Yes, sir.

- I promise, let me go, and I'll be

on the first smoker to

Philly tonight, I promise.

- That's a nice ring, Vallie.

You get that with the

money that Dutch gave you?

- I got that from aunt Helen, Bumpy,

that ain't nothing but a dime store trick

and I had it for years.

- I ain't never seen it.

- Bumpy, please!

You's a merciful man.

So Bumpy, Bumpy, I'm begging you,

please, Bumpy, let me go,

and I promise I'll be on the

first train to Philly tonight--

- Okay, Vallie, Vallie!

Come on, get up.

- Bumpy, please, please, Bumpy.

- You're gonna be all right.

Yeah?

All right, go on, have a seat.

- All right, thank you, thank you, Bumpy.

Thank you, Bumpy.

- Here you go.

Go on, now, drink up.

- Thank you, Bumpy.

God bless you, Bumpy, God bless you.

- Dirt.

- Snake.

- How you doin', Vallie?

It don't mean a thing

If it ain't got that swing

- If Sid Phil doesn't put

you in the front line of his

f***ing chorus, I'll put his

head in a f***ing meat grinder,

I swear to Christ I'll f***ing do that.

- You'd do that for me?

Isn't he romantic?

- A regular Rudy Valentino.

- Hey, where's he going?

- He thinks he owns the

joint, leave it alone.

It don't mean a thing

If it ain't got that swing

- Hey, look what I f***ing got.

- There's no colored allowed in here.

- It's a new day, motherf***er.

- He's the guy who got

Duke to work the club.

He's probably just here

to collect his fee.

Look, you're supposed to

go to the back door to

collect the fee, what the hell

you think you're doing to me?

- Disregard the fee, only I

came to talk to the Dutchman.

- All right, you struck a

blow for the negro cause.

The first n*gger to ever

make it into the Cotton Club.

Now get out!

- Do you know my man, Whispers Only?

Like you and I, he's a

big fan of Ellington.

I'm sure he would appreciate it

if you would sit down and

take it easy for a few ticks.

Dutch, that was quite a performance,

I didn't realize that your

people had such rhythm.

- How's business?

- Not bad, but let me

tell you about yours.

Your bank is at 351 Lenox Avenue.

You're running policy out of stores

on Amsterdam, St. Nick, and Madison.

I'm here to tell you you're shutting

your operations down, tomorrow.

You don't, I shut you down myself.

- Is that so?

- Oh, that's so.

- I thought all you

n*ggers traveled in packs.

Where's my buddy, Vallie?

- Vallie had to leave town in a hurry,

but he left something for you.

Here.

Go ahead and, pick yourself

a winner with that.

- I'm going to be sick.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- You've been warned.

Get ready for your final thrill.

- No, not in here, no!

No, not in the Cotton

Club, no guns in here, no!

Outside.

Get the f*** out of here.

- It's curtains, Dutch.

The jig is up.

- You're a dead f***ing n*gger.

You hear me?

You're dead.

You come uptown.

You come uptown!

Bring Francine with you,

I'll f*** her for you!

I heard she needs it.

I know where all your b*tches living!

- Your boys

do like I say, don't you.

There's enough dynamite

in these three crates

to blow up the Brooklyn Bridge.

I've set the timer for seven minutes.

When you're making the drop,

pull the switch.

- Seven minutes and the

bomb goes off, right?

- I'm a professional, Mr. Johnson.

The question ain't what time

the bomb's going to go off,

it's whether you boys are going

to get out before it does.

Do you understand?

- Yeah, we feature what you're saying.

- Bump, how we going to set these suckers

when Dutch got all his men uptown?

- His main liquor warehouse is downtown.

He's a beer baron.

That's where he makes his longest green.

- Bumpy, you talking about going downtown

to blow this man's sh*t up?

Do you know what you saying?

- Too risky.

Besides, the Queen would be against it.

- The Queen ain't here, Whispers,

and while she ain't here,

I'm carrying the power.

- Okay.

- Calvin, I want you to

cover the bank, 30, 40 men.

- You got it.

- Whispers, I want you

to look after Francine.

I'm trusting you with her life.

Me and Illinois will make the drop.

- Yeah, all right,

that's good, I like that.

You know I'm with you, cousin,

from the womb to the tomb.

- What's the matter?

- I don't want to die, Bumpy.

- You remember when I first came up here

from South Carolina?

How scared I was, never

seen that many people

in one place in all my life,

like to scare me to death?

- I remember, Bumpy, I'm not that old.

- You remember what you said to me?

- Yeah, I told you I'd look after you

and wouldn't let nothing happen to you.

- All right, then, you

look me square in my eye

and tell me you think I'm carrying you

with me downtown this

afternoon so you can die.

- Bumpy, I know you don't

want that to happen--

- I need you, cousin, some

things a man can't do alone.

I need my man hard-down

with his boots laced up.

Are you with me?

- Okay, Bumpy.

Did you set that timer, cousin?

- Yeah, we got seven minutes.

You got your boots laced?

All right, all right, you

don't need no liquor, Illinois.

As long as you're with

me, you're safe, you hear?

- Okay.

We can celebrate later, right?

- What's this sh*t here?

- Yeast delivery.

- Yeast for the beer, sir.

- It's all clean.

- Take your ass on in there.

- Thank you.

- We've got three minutes.

- You boys are late, you're

slowing down my brewery.

Where the hell's Eugene?

- Um, he couldn't make it, sir.

- Come on, move your asses,

get the yeast on the dock.

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