Uptown Saturday Night Page #2

-Get down with it.

Bet up. New point coming out.

-That's right. $50 on the dynamite lady!

-That's right, my brother!

You and me.

I thought you said, "Let's stand."

-Let's go, darling.

-Here we go.

Seven, a winner!

-I'm letting it all ride!

-Let it ride. That's right.

$100 on Miss Peggy Leggy.

-That's right.

-Let's go again.

Here we go. One time more.

-Eleven!

-Still rolling.

-Don't touch a thing!

-Don't touch it?

It's all right. How about just a little bit?

It's all riding again.

Now, all you big-time players

jump on that...

if you think you can stand the strain.

That's right, my sister.

And while you at it, jump on that,

and $5 more for the church.

Jump on it! Come on.

Jump on it some more there.

Your hand moves every time mine moves.

-Roll the dice.

-Again!

-Seven, a winner!

-There you go!

How long you all been open down here?

l've been working for a living.

-Yeah. I know, honey.

-Jump on it. You're my man.

-I got your name and number.

-Right on, brother.

Go ahead, brother.

-Peggy, roll it.

-Here we go!

-Eleven, a winner!

-All right!

What I tell you? I believe in miracles!

Yes, indeed, and Jesus wept.

My goodness, are you still here, brother?

-You must don't have no place to go.

-Here we go!

-Seven!

-Hello, seven!

-Nine.

-Place your bets.

-Nine is the point, darling.

-Here! Now!

-Nine, a winner!

-All right! Respect a sister.

-Send all them to the pawn shop.

-Change the dice.

Yeah, change the dice.

Hell, no! If you all can't stand the heat,

get out the kitchen!

-Harry S. Truman, December 17, 1952.

-That's right.

I was in the kitchen when he said it.

-Eleven!

-Hello!

-The dice have no sense whatsoever.

-Sometimes I don't understand it myself.

Here we go. Tap this. Tap it!

Seven again. Here we go.

You all come on. Please cover this area

because this money is waiting for friends.

Be nice and live.

All right, freeze!

Anybody makes a wrong move

gets put full of holes.

-We mean business!

-Do as you're told and you won't get hurt!

-I can't believe this!

-Shut up!

Everybody, hands up! Slowly!

As high as you can get them !

That's better.

Move away from the table!

Line up over there!

Hurry up!

Move it!

Keep your hands up.

This ain't no time to get brave, turkey.

Put it in the bag.

Give me those rings.

Keep them up.

Just in case

somebody's wearing a heater...

everybody strip down to their underwear,

ladies included.

Move it!

You, too, lady.

I don't wear underwear.

Don't play games.

Just get it off!

Lord, have mercy.

Stay where you are for 10 minutes.

Anybody tries to move before that

gets shot.

I want to thank you, brothers and sisters,

for a very lovely evening.

Never have so few owed

so much to so many.

Good night!

Amen! Truly wonderful!

Be seated, would you please?

We want to thank our choir

for that beautiful and inspiring rendition...

of a spiritual very close to our hearts.

Now I should like, at this time,

to remind those of you...

attending our church picnic next Sunday...

that buses will depart from the front

of the church after the service.

Now, we want to take a moment also...

to ask the weak among you...

to refrain from bringing brown paper bags

to the picnic.

We're gonna have enough

brown paper bags with the lunch in them.

You know what I mean?

I mean, after all,

we are having a church social...

and not a fraternity boat ride!

Now, I repeat, there will be no...

there will be no joy juice allowed!

Let me hear what I said.

No joy juice allowed!

Would you repeat that for me

one more time?

No joy juice allowed!

We will, right after the service,

search all of the choir robes.

I want everybody to understand...

the buses will not leave

before the service is over...

and he who hesitates will be left.

I was hoping to paint the kids' room

before they got home...

so they'd have someplace fresh

to come home to.

Maybe we could shop for some

new carpets, curtains, and candles.

What you think, Steve?

Honey?

Steve, I know you hear me.

Having a good time, honey?

Are you dreaming of me, baby?

Dreaming of a woman?

What you hit me for?

You must have been dreaming.

Who were you dreaming about?

You did hit me.

Sarah!

-Steve, you all right?

-Sarah!

What is it, baby?

-Oh, my God, he's having an attack!

-No, Sarah.

Did we.... Have you....

The lottery ticket I found in your suit

when I took it to the cleaners?

Is that a nine? Is that a one?

And is that a four?

And is that another one and another nine?

Nine-one-four-one-nine?

That's my.... I won. That's my ticket.

How much for? My goodness!

$50,000.

Money, honey

Money, honey

What's wrong?

The lottery ticket!

Is in your wallet?

That was stolen at Zenobia's?

Does Sarah know?

She mad, ain't she?

-What you gonna do?

-I'm going to find that wallet, Wardell.

-How?

-By any means necessary.

I want you to help me, young blood.

I'm your man, homeboy.

What's your first step?

I ain't sure,

but we got to find those robbers.

We can't go to the police.

We can't trust them if they know

what's in the wallet...

and if we don't tell them about it,

they won't waste time looking for it.

So I figure we going to have to get out

in the street...

and keep our ears and eyes open

until we pick up some clues.

We can't get out there ourselves.

For that kind of money? The hell we can't!

Hands up! Turn around and face the wall.

-Man, l--

-Freeze.

No, see, you all got the wrong....

You're wrong. I haven't done anything.

I want a lawyer.

-l--

-Don't say nothing to me!

Do you know

they was going to shoot me? Wardell!

Mistook me for some big, ugly guy

with a beard and a mustache.

-I can understand how--

-Shut up!

We're not doing this stuff anymore.

We're going to get someone who knows

what he's doing. A private detective.

-Where will we find a private detective?

-ln the yellow pages! I don't know!

Mr. Washington?

What do you want?

-We're looking for Sharp Eye Washington.

-Who looking for him?

Steve Jackson,

and this is my friend, Wardell Franklin.

-We want him for a job.

-What kind of job?

Some property of ours was stolen.

We want him to get it back for us.

Cost you $500.

-$500? We ain't got that kind of money.

-$400?

No.

I think we gonna have to go

someplace else.

How about $300?

You sure you're Sharp Eye Washington,

the private detective?

I'm Sharp Eye Washington, the one

and only. Never be another like me.

We're working people.

See, I drive a taxi cab, and I mean, $300....

Oh, man.

You don't know what it is

to be a detective. It's rough.

People are looking for me now.

-Who?

-None of your business who.

Just make up your mind

because I got to split.

How about $200?

All you risk is $200, but I put my life

on the line in service to you.

That's right. It's a lonely, dangerous life

being a private detective.

All you do is risk a little money.

I solve the cases, and people are after me!

Look at my eye, my right eye.

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