Willie Dynamite Page #3

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They were just there, Willie.

It never happened to me before.

- Where were you?

- In the prone position, where I was supposed to be.

I ain't no baby-sitter. Besides,

weren't supposed to be no cops there.

I'll take care of that,

b*tch!

You just do your job.

What am

I runnin' here?

I give you

prime protected territory!

I set you down in a gold mine

and you blow it!

You put heat in that hotel and you'll

be back walkin' 8th Avenue for nickels.

See this?

This is what you put your

heads into. That's all.

This is the jive-ass fantasy these

clucks spend their lives droolin' over.

Study the way they do their

number and you got the edge.

Was my man here

with the clothes?

Let's see it.

Who are you? I ain't

the Avon lady, honey.

Honey!

Ah, cool it. Cool it.

I'm not a cop.

- Well, who are you? Tell it quick.

- I'm a friend of Pashen's.

No, she was at the court.

I told you, I'm not a cop! Uhh!

Okay, now.

Now, why doesn't everybody sit?

Ladies?

I said, sit!

Hey, watch it!

That's a $40 bag!

You must be jokin'.

It's worth 20.

- How much?

- Twelve a cap.

Six on 4th and Columbus.

How much you pay for that?

Hmm?

Don't tell her nothin'.

Why not?

Willie's man sold it

to us at cost.

Forty-five bills.

I got one like it

last year for 22.50.

And the wig?

Thirty-five. 9.50,

Gimbles. Check it out.

What are you tryin' to prove?

Nothin', except you are the saddest

ripped-off b*tches I have ever known.

Get it together!

I mean, you wear out your back.

You bring in the bread.

You feed Willie,

dress him like a king.

He's wearin' mink,

and you get rabbit.

He gets more than 90 percent

to protect you,

but he can't keep the heat

away from himself.

You are bein' ripped off

on everything.

Now, baby, I mean, do what

you wanna do. I'm no preacher.

But do it for yourselves!

Organize!

You don't need Willie.

Didn't you know?

We liberated now!

Maybe we should

form a union.

- And why not?

- We're not $10 prossies.

Our man is number one

in New York.

Well, you face it, Honey.

He may be number one,

but, to him,

you will always be...

number two.

We must all get together...

and do this again...

sometime.

Come on, Willie. Let's

go. Move it. Get out.

Come on. Get over there.

Get up against the car.

Spread the legs!

All right.

Get in the car, Willie!

Take that car down

to the precinct. Get in!

Hey! Hey,you want a lawsuit?

- Name?

- I want to know the charge.

- Name?

- I want to call my lawyer.

- Name?

- I was not advised of my right to keep silent.

Name? I was not advised

of my right to counsel.

- Name?

- This is unconstitutional.

I demand to know the charge-

Now then, give us 10.

I'll give you 20.

Name!

Spell it!

W- I-L-L-I-E.

D- Y-N...

A- M-I-T...

E- E-E-E!

- The charge?

- Suspicion of armed robbery.

Armed robbery?

It's a felony. $100 from

a Puerto Rican grocer.

$100?

Have you flipped

or somethin'? $100?

- You fit the description.

- I fit the description?

A man in a brown coat.

A brown coat?

This is lamb!

I paid over a grand for it!

Okay, he's been booked.

He's in the bull pen.

Call me

when you're ready.

You read the paper?

There's an article here

on the Muslims.

What do you want, Celli?

Me?

All I want to do is retire.

I'm thinkin' about you.

Naturally.

What is it?

Are you Orthodox

or what?

Or what?

Well, what I mean is that,

according to this...

you're either gonna have

to leave the force or be-

Excommunicated? Is that

what you're talkin' about?

Tell me, Celli.

You're a good Catholic.

You know, turn the other

cheek, do unto others.

All men are brothers.

All that stuff.

Well-

When are they gonna

excommunicate you?

We're ready for you.

Do you think this new evidence will

have enough bearing on the case?

All right. Turn right.

Lamb!

This is lamb!

It was parked

in front of the precinct.

It's a tow-away zone.

Sh*t.

How's tricks, Willie?

I hope you got a warrant,

'cause what you're doin'

is unconstitutional.

C'mon, now.

Don't get excited, Willie.

You know we can search if we

got a reasonable suspicion...

that you're carrying something

that could get you into trouble.

You had my car towed here?

Then you made the search?

How's that gonna look?

I want to call my lawyer.

Up!

Get 'em up!

Spread and lean!

Don't forget

to measure my inseam.

Ooh. Hey, go easy on Willie.

He's tender.

You know, he works with women

all day. You know how it is.

The ones you can eat

with a spoon.

Hey, come on. Take

it easy. Take it easy.

Willie's got to answer some questions.

We don't want to harm his sexy voice.

Okay, Willie. You recognize

her? She O.D.'d last night.

You killed her.

Scum.

Not my style.

You hooked her good

and used her.

Then you dropped her

for the stable you got now.

Never hooked her

on anything.

Am I responsible for what

happens when they leave me?

I told you.

Not Willie's style.

I operate with class.

You used her!

Body, mind and soul! Pimp!

And left a dead hulk

where a woman used to be.

Why all the concern

over a used-up junkie?

She your sister?

Yeah, Willie.

She's my sister.

She's your sister too.

What do you want, cops?

All I wanna do is retire!

What's this heat

gonna cost me?

What did you have in mind?

Charge me.

Nothing.

It's all right, son.

"Son"?

Watch it.

That's slander.

Now, that's search

without a warrant,

unlawful detention,

false arrest,

threat and use of force,

police brutality...

and I'm a minority group.

Wait'll I call the N.A.A.C.P.

That Willie's

a clever boy, Pointer.

Son of a b*tch memorized

every one of those statutes.

I just watch Ironside.

It's Pashen.

They busted her again.

When?

She wasn't even workin'!

She went down for cigarettes and

theyjust took her off the street.

They busted the b*tch again.

Get her out.

I don't care if it is Saturday.

Get her out!

How much?

Why, you son of a b*tch!

I ought to report you

to the Bar Association.

Willie, some of the girls

are worried.

They saw cops

in the building.

Nobody worries. There's

nothin' to worry about.

Did you ever have

to sweat the cops?

Not only cops,

but there was a woman here.

What woman? She said she

was a friend of Pashen's.

I don't know if she was a cop

or someone else.

But she told the girls they were bein' ripped

off, they were payin' over on everything...

and the split

was too small.

You get the girls to work. I'll

be there later, same as always.

And I'll crack

the first one who panics.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Let him in.

Then call the police.

Listen here, b*tch!

Mr. Dynamite.

Surprise.

I catch you messin' around with

my women, I'll cut you down.

Oh, you have such

a charming way of rapping.

What kind of sh*t

is this, anyway?

Just say I'm a kind of

a consumer protection agency.

A sort of a Ralph Nader

for hookers.

So you listen to me,

Mr. Willie Dynamite.

I'm declarin' war on you.

You dig it?

I'm gonna make you number one

minus one, which equals zero.

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