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(MGM Lion roaring)

(lively funk music) (patrons faintly chattering)

- Grover, goddammit!

What do you mean coming in here after me

when I'm with my friends?

Look, you get your black ass outta here.

You get your supplies tomorrow like everybody else.

- No, man. It ain't that, man.

I brought you something.

- Yeah? What?

- I brought you a piece of tail, man, 'cause, like,

I owe you a favor, you dig?

- A piece of what?

Man, what you talking about?

Look over there.

I got plenty of tail.

I got more tail than I can handle.

I even got white tail.

And you coming in here telling me you brought me something.

What you've been shooting anyway?

- No, man. It ain't that, man.

This is something special, man.

This broad is strung out,

says she'll do anything to get straight, man.

Anything.

- Then she's yours.

You fix her.

- Oh, come on, man. Don't be like that.

If I say she's something special,

she's something special, man.

At least you can look at her.

She's sittin' in your car.

- In my car?

You mean you got some strung-out broad in my car?

Man, I'ma kick your ass.

(lively funk music continues)

All right, baby. Everybody out.

You say she'll do anything?

- That's what she said, man.

Ain't she something?

Too much for me.

- Get in. You drive.

Well, honey, you're with friends at last.

We're gonna straighten you out for sure.

- You know just the words that turn me on.

And I know what you want too,

and you're gonna get it.

- Let's go to your place, Grover.

You can have the leftovers.

- No, man. I just wanna get high and watch.

(car engine revving)

- Hey, ain't one man big enough for you, honey?

- Now, do I look like the kind of girl

one man would be enough for?

- One big man.

- One big dealing man, maybe.

Say, you are that big dealing man

I've been hearing about, ain't you?

- Yeah, maybe.

Big enough.

(Coffy gasps)

(Coffy whimpering)

- When you gonna to give me some?

- In a little bit.

We're almost there.

- Anything you want, big man.

- Oh, Jesus.

(lively funk music)

♪ Coffy is the color ♪

♪ Coffy is the color ♪

♪ Coffy is the color of your skin ♪

♪ Coffy is the world you live in ♪

♪ Coffy is the color ♪

♪ Coffy is the color ♪

♪ Coffy is feeling something deep

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Coffy is feeling something deep

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Coffy is the color ♪

♪ Coffy is the color ♪

♪ Coffy ♪

♪ Coffy ♪

♪ Coffy ♪

♪ Coffy ♪

♪ Coffy ♪

(Sugarman moaning)

- Son of a bitch!

You really is a big man, aren't you?

Oh, yeah. (gasps)

Wait. (heavily breathing)

You better give it to me first.

- Dammit, Grover!

What the hell you doing in there?

Makin' a goddamn souffle?

- Just a minute, Sugarman.

First thing's first, you dig?

(Coffy heavily breathing)

- Hey, big man.

Why don't you turn out the lights?

- Sure.

(switch clicks)

- This is the end of your rotten life,

you motherfuckin' dope pusher!

(shotgun fires) (body thuds)

(tense music)

It was easy for him

because he really didn't believe it was coming,

but it ain't gonna be easy for you

because you better believe it's coming.

- Wait, wait.

What do you wanna go and do this for?

Why?

Well, look here, I got your fix.

Don't you want your fix?

- No! but you do.

(spoon clangs)

(Grover heavily breathing)

- I don't get this.

What do you want with me?

- My name's Coffin.

LuBelle Coffin is my little sister.

- LuBelle?

- Shootin' smack at 11,

and you got her on it, you dirty-

- Please, please!

- Her whole life is gone, she can never get it back,

and you're living real good.

That ain't right.

It ain't right!

So go on and take the shot.

- I can't, that'd kill me!

- Maybe it will and maybe it won't.

But if it do, you gonna fly through them pearly gates

with the biggest fuckin' smile St. Peter ever seen.

- [Grover] No, no!

I don't even remember your little sister.

No! No!

(tense music)

- [Nurse 1] I can't do it, Doctor.

- [Doctor] Christ, now what?

- [Nurse 2] Sorry, Doctor.

It's her first time in Emergency.

- [Doctor] Well, get me somebody in here

who can handle this job.

Where's Coffin? - Dr. I'm sorry.

- [Doctor] Get Coffin in here!

- [Coffy] Sorry I'm late, Doctor.

- [Doctor] Where the hell have you been?

- [Coffy] Car broke down on the freeway.

Just shook me up a little bit.

I'll be all right.

(instruments clinking)

- [Doctor] Jesus, what's happening around here tonight?

This place is turning into a fuckin' insane asylum!

Coffy, get your ass outta here

and don't come back until you're good and ready.

Now move!

- [Coffy] Yes, Doctor.

- [Doctor] All right, let's go.

We don't have all day.

(bell dinging)

- Hi, Doctor.

Another fun-filled Saturday night, huh?

- So, what can I do for you, McHenry?

- This here's my new partner Carter Brown.

Carter, Dr. Bannon.

- How are you, Doctor?

- Hello, young man.

- Sergeant said you want some information

on that junkie OD case we turned up tonight.

- Oh, right.

Uh, come on over to the desk for a minute.

I don't think he's gonna come out of it because, uh,

he apparently shot something else besides heroin.

The clipboard, please.

I'd like to know if you found any other, uh,

drugs around the scene

because I'd like to know what to treat him for,

that is until we get the analysis.

- [Officer] No, Doctor, I'm sorry.

You know how that goes.

We flushed it down the toilet.

- [Carter] Hey, Coffy.

Hey, baby.

(Coffy sighs)

- Oh, Carter. (chuckles)

- What's the matter?

Somethin' wrong?

- No, I'm just a little tired tonight for some reason.

What are you doing here?

The only cop I know to get a dislocated toe,

run over by his own squad car

while writing a parking ticket

because he didn't set the hand brake.

- Come on, Coffy, don't tell stories like that.

- And I had to hold your hand while they set it.

(Coffy sighs)

You want some?

- Yeah, black, please.

(bell dinging)

Boy, we had a real messy one tonight.

Junkie killed his connection with a shotgun.

Blew his head clean off, then OD'd himself.

- Yeah?

Kinda strange, isn't it?

- Well, at least that's what my partner says.

I don't believe it.

- You don't?

- There's a mob been movin' in here

and takin' over the vice and narcotics rackets,

even trying to pay off the police.

- You're really beginning to sound like a cop now,

you know it?

I got a busy night, Carter.

I gotta go.

- Hey, wait a minute, Coffy.

I still want to see you.

Can't we get together this week?

- Oh, come on, Carter.

I told you how it is.

Things haven't changed any.

- I can't believe you're still hung up

on that phony politician.

- Now, you're not gonna get to me

by insulting my friends, you know?

- Well, just give it a chance.

I mean, somethin' innocent,

like a movie or a drive in the country.

Come on, what are you doing tomorrow?

- You won't wanna do what I'm doing tomorrow, Carter.

- Yes, I will.

Try me.

(car egine revving)

- Some of the kids were on all kinds of pills.

Some are on methadone now.

The youngest is only nine years old.

The worst are the ones that got the contaminated junk.

But you know how some dealin' junkies are.

They'll put anything into it

to stretch another dollar out of it.

- Time to sit up again.

LuBelle, your sister's come to see you again.

(bell dinging)

- Oh, flower child.

(bell dinging)

- Hello, LuBelle.

Remember me?

- Remember Carter?

I brought you your favorite candy.

How do you feel today?

You feel better?

Oh, good.

You look a lot better.

(bell dinging)

Who combed your hair?

So when I got my certificate,

I moved up here so I could make more bread

to send some home to LuBelle,

paying for music lessons and dance classes,

so she wouldn't end up hustling like my older sister.

But when you got a sister who's hustling

and a brother who's snorting coke and shooting up...

Then I found out about a month ago,

for the past year, all the money's been going for junk.

Pills first, then smack.

I told her to stay away from those people.

But some junkie knew she was getting money

and he started leaning on her.

You know how it is.

Carter,

wouldn't you wanna kill somebody

who had done a thing like that to your little sister?

- Sure would.

- Then you think it'd be right?

- What?

To kill some pusher who's only sellin'

so he can get money to buy for himself? (chuckles)

What good would that do, Coffy?

I mean, he's only part of a chain

that reaches all the way back to some poor farmer

in Turkey or Vietnam.

What would you do? Kill all of 'em?

- Well, why not?

Nothing else seems to do any good.

You know who they are.

Everybody knows who they are.

Now, you're a cop.

Now, why don't you just arrest them?

- It's not that simple, Coffy.

The law can't do that.

- You bet it can't.

And I know why it can't too.

Because the law is in for a piece of the action.

- Not all of it,

not yet.

(Carter chuckles)

Oh, look who's here.

Pretty hard for a poor, ordinary cop to compete with, huh?

- Oh, Carter.

Now, you've been real nice up to now.

Don't spoil it.

- Yeah, but we had a real good thing together once, Coffy.

I think there's still something there.

- But we were kids then.

Things are different now.

Goodnight, Carter.

- Goodnight, Coffy.

(car engine sputters)

(car door shuts)

(car engine droning)

- Hello, Floyd.

You're here kind of early, aren't you?

- Good evening, Miss Coffin.

Mr. Brunswick said he'd be finished with business early,

SO you can come soon if you like.

- Okay. But give me a few minutes to change.

- Yes, ma'am. - Okay, be right back.

(groovy funk music) (patrons chattering)

- Howard, I think your interest in this place

goes a little beyond just sticking your nose

into those books once in a while.

- Reuben, you know I never mix business with pleasure,

except in a ratio of three to one.

(Ramos chuckles)

- When I was a cop on the East Side,

I had the same ratio,

only the other way around.

- Well, I didn't say how I mixed 'em.

(Reuben laughs)

Here comes my best business now.

(groovy funk music continues)

Thanks, Floyd.

- Yes, sir.

- Hello, baby.

Reuben, this is Miss Coffin.

Coffy, this is Ruben Ramos, our deputy commissioner.

- Commissioner of what?

- Apple stealers, flatfoots.

- He's the heat, baby.

So don't pull out any pills or joints.

- Oh, really?

The fuzz, huh?

Isn't there some kind of conflict of interest

with you two being here together?

- Not at all.

In fact, the city council

and the police have many interests in common.

- Now, careful, Reuben.

There are limits, you know?

- Unfortunately.

Especially when the interest is so charming

and so beautiful.

- Now, don't try any of that Latin machismo charm on her.

She's a liberated woman.

- But not that liberated.

Now let the men have his say.

- Hi there.

Like to have your picture taken?

- Sure, why not?

- [Partner] Oh, Albert, I look awful.

- You look just fine.

- [Photographer] Okay, here we go.

(camera clicks)

Wow.

(groovy funk music continues) (patrons chattering)

- Well, I gotta go catch me some criminals.

- Oh, so soon?

You were just getting warmed up.

- Oh, he's got hippies to beat up.

- Yeah.

The day of a public servant is never over.

It's been delightful meeting you, Miss Coffin.

So long, you lucky dog.

(groovy funk music continues)

- I'll have to take that, sweetheart.

- What?

Get out of here.

What do you want? (shrieks)

- Shut up or I'll cut it off!

Now, I don't have time to fuck around.

Just gimme the film.

(groovy funk music continues)

(photographer heavily breathing)

You oughta be more careful

where you point that camera, sweetheart.

(groovy funk music continues)

- Now, baby, what are we doing in this dump?

- Oh, you like it?

Well, I just bought it.

- You bought this place?

- Well, part of it,

along with some other people.

- Well, I guess I can drink to that.

- I got something better than that you can drink to.

- Yeah? - Remember that surprise

I promised you?

- Yeah, what?

- Meet Congressman Brunswick.

- Congressman?

Are you out of your mind?

- No.

They're gonna run me for Congress.

- Really?

Well, then let me congratulate you, Congressman.

I ain't never screwed a congressman before.

(light music) (Coffy moaning)

Oh, when you do that, it makes me feel so good. (moaning)

You make me feel so happy.

(Howard grunting)

- [Howard] I love you, baby.

You're my woman.

- Oh, I'll say I am.

All yours.

My man.

(light music continues)

- [Howard] What's the matter, Coffy, baby?

Something's been bothering you.

- Oh, I've just been thinking

about having to go back to work tonight.

That night shift has been making me a little jumpy.

(Howard sighs)

- [Howard] I thought it was 'cause when a man gets my age,

he can't satisfy them lusty, young bitches no more.

- [Coffy] Now, don't start getting insecure, grandpa, now.

Now, you know that long goody will keep on working

as long as I'm able to handle it.

And you know it too, you old dog, you. (laughs)

Oops!

Oh, you shouldn't have made me laugh.

(light music continues) (water bubbling)

- [Howard] That just goes to show

I've been saving it all for you.

- I guess.

(Howard chuckles)

(light music continues)

(Coffy sighs)

You know, baby, I'm really due for a few days off,

maybe a week.

We had such a good time last year in Hawaii.

Could we go back?

- I don't think so, baby.

I'm gonna be pretty busy with the campaign.

- Well, then let's go up to the cabin.

It's really nice in the mountains now.

- Okay, baby.

Look, after the election.

Win or lose, we take a couple of weeks off,

we go down to Acapulco, okay?

(glasses clink)

(drink pours)

(Howard gasping)

(Coffy moaning)

Oh, god.

If you put it that way, baby.

(car engine droning)

(car engine revving)

(Coffy sighs)

(vehicle engine revving)

- [Loiterer] Hey, beautiful. You in trouble?

- No, I'm all right. Thank you.

- [Loiterer] Hey, wait a minute. I just wanna help ya.

- [Coffy] Hands off! Ain't nothin' shakin'.

- [Carter] Hold it, Mister! Police.

- What the hell do you want?

- I'll do the questioning.

You got identification?

Hold it. What's in this pocket?

Get down there Get down there.

Get down right there.

All right, what you are doin' in this lot?

- My old lady's in the hospital-

- Well, there's no loitering in this lot.

Now, I want you to move it.

Move it, buddy.

- Okay.

(traffic humming)

- Why, thank you, Officer.

- At your service, ma'am.

- Carter, what are you doin' here?

- Actually, I was lookin' for you.

- Really?

Shit. (sniffles)

- Coffy, is there something

you wanna talk to somebody about?

(Coffy sighs)

- Yeah, as a matter of fact.

Why don't we go someplace and find a cup of coffee?

- I make the greatest cup of coffee on earth.

- Mm, that is good.

I feel better already.

(Carter laughs)

You know, We did have some good times together.

Remember how you used to make me laugh?

(Carter laughs)

(Coffy sighs)

When was the last time I laughed?

Mm.

Carter, have you done something

when you were mad, I mean really mad,

that it was like being in a dream?

Like being up in the ceiling

looking down on somebody?

- Yeah, I think I know what you mean.

- Well, the past few days-

(phone ringing)

- Excuse me.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Oh, hi, Mac.

Yeah, I thought about it.

I thought about it a lot.

I gotta tell you somethin'.

Not only am I not in,

but if you go along with it,

I'm gonna find a way to bust you personally,

right along with the rest of 'em.

Do you hear me, Mac?

Yeah, you better be hearin' me good

because that's the way it's gonna be.

(traffic humming)

(car engine starts and revs)

Ever get the feelin' you talk too much?

- What was that all about?

- That was me blowin' my piece of the action.

- What do you mean?

- My partner McHenry is on the take.

- Who's paying off?

- Big gangster from Vegas named Vitroni.

Movin' into the Black rackets

because the big money now is in narcotics.

Taken over most pimps and dealers already.

- Pimps?

- Yeah, like King George.

He's a big dealer too.

It all goes together.

- I've heard of King George.

So tell me, if everybody else is for sale,

why are you so special?

- Look, there's plenty of good cops left.

What we need is more support from the people.

(door banging)

Quick, get in there and shut the door.

(door thuds)

- [Thug 1] That's him!

(blows thudding) (Carter groaning)

- [Coffy] Leave him alone!

(glass shatters)

- Stay out of this, bitch!

(blow thuds)

(objects clatter)

(kick thuds) (thug groaning)

(blows thudding) (Carter groaning)

- [Thug 1] Enough. Let's go.

(carter groaning)

What are you doing?

We ain't got time for none of that stuff.

- [Thug 2] Just a second.

(Carter groaning)

Oh, Jesus.

(Carter groaning)

- [Thug 1] Come on, dammit!

(Carter groaning) (Coffy groaning)

- [Coffy] Carter? (whimpering)

I'll kill those bastards for this,

I swear I will.

- He's not so good, Coffy.

Quite a bit of brain damage.

- Down this way.

(bell dinging)

(announcer faintly speaking)

What are his chances, Doc?

- Well, he may be able to go to the bathroom

by himself someday.

- [Officer] Somebody sure worked him over.

- [McHenry] Yeah.

Yeah, I'd sure like to get my hands

on the guys that did this.

(children yelling)

- Hey. What's happenin'?

Do you know a lady named Priscilla that lives around here?

- Yeah. Back there up the steps.

(children yelling)

(traffic humming) (children yelling)

(water running)

- Priscilla!

Hello, Priscilla.

- Do I know you from somewhere?

- Yeah.

I helped sew up your face, remember?

- Oh, yeah.

The nurse at the hospital.

What, what do you want with me?

- I see you're back on the junk again.

- Uh, just a little, you know, now and then.

Um, I ai- I ain't got a habit anymore.

- You ain't, huh?

You still street hustling for King George?

- No.

Now listen.

My old man is coming back any minute.

And if she catches you here,

she's gonna wanna kick your ass.

- Now, don't get excited.

I just wanna ask you a few questions about King George.

- Yeah?

Why?

You wanna get in the life?

- Maybe.

- Well, I ain't seen him,

not since I met Harriet.

And anyway,

I never was a street hustler.

I was his top call girl and his personal old lady.

- Until he cut your face,

then you weren't so popular any more.

Then he put you back on the street.

Now, ain't that right?

- Yeah.

That's because I got mad and I called him a nigger.

Now, I knew I shouldn't have done that.

- You know this fellow Vitroni?

- Arturo Vitroni?

Sure.

All George's girls know Arturo.

Balling Arturo is like paying your taxes

to the government.

- What's he like?

(Priscilla chuckles)

- Uh, you mean what is he like

or what does he like?

- Both.

- Oh.

Well, he's kind of freaky,

not too bad.

(Priscilla sniffs)

(Priscilla sighs)

He likes a girl he thinks is foreign,

exotic, you know?

I mean, you tell him you are the queen

of the giant Cluck Clucks from Inner Siberia

and he starts dripping in his pants.

And the only way he's gonna get it off

is to have you crawl around the floor,

talk bad to you, spit on you, things like that.

- Where does King George find girls

that'll do that kind of an act?

- Through his pushers mostly.

They find strung-out chicks

that do anything to get straight.

He has got people all over.

- Now, uh, one more thing.

Where does he keep his supply?

- His supp-

Hey, what are you trying, to get me killed?

- Come on, Priscilla.

Where does he keep it?

You know, don't you?

You lived with him!

- You get outta here right now!

Go on. Get outta here.

Get out!

(bottle shatters)

- So, you wanna play with knives, huh?

Well, you picked the wrong player.

- No. No, please.

Look, I didn't mean nothin'.

Please. Ow!

No! - Now, I'm give you

another slice to match the one you got

from that dope-pushin' pimp

unless you tell me where he keeps his stuff.

- No, please.

He'll kill me.

ow!

All right. All right.

He's got a fireplace.

It's in a box under the ashes.

(glass shatters)

(footsteps clicking)

Harriet!

Harriet!

- What the hell is going on here?

- She busted in here trying to make me.

Get her outta here.

(chair clatters)

- Come on, bitch.

(objects clattering)

(Priscilla screams)

You lousy bitch!

(dog barking)

I go away for half an hour

for you to turn a trick

and I come back and find you ballin' some nigger bitch.

You white tramp!

(car engine revving)

(smooth funk music)

♪ George, George ♪

♪ George, George ♪

♪ They call him Mr. Cool

♪ Wow ♪

♪ Don't play him for the fool

♪ That's right

♪ He's the king, the king ♪

♪ King George ♪

♪ My main man ♪

♪ George, George ♪

♪ George, George ♪

♪ He's a pimp ♪

♪ He's a pusher, yeah ♪

♪ With a strong game

♪ He'll use you and use you and use you

♪ He's a pimp, that's right

♪ He's a pusher, that's right

(smooth funk music fades)

- Ah, yes.

Mr. George, I presume.

- You're the lady from Jamaica who called me?

- That I am, man.

And I can see that you're not at all disappointed,

of course.

So I'll come straight to the point, as I like to do.

Boss!

Another drink for my friend here.

I presume a champagne cocktail is sufficient?

Good, man.

Now, I assume you've got complete protection

from the police, have you?

- Course.

- 'Course, man.

Now, I contacted you as soon as I arrived from Kingston

because I'm told you are the very best

there is in your business.

That right, man?

- I'd say so.

- Good, man.

Now, I don't do no leather work, man.

No whips, ropes, chains,

none of those fetish freaks,

just plain sex.

But for that,

I don't mind saying that I am the very best

in my business.

(King George sighs)

- We'll just have to see about that, won't we?

- Course, man.

(light funk music)

- These aren't gettin' any better, honey.

You're gonna have to stay off your back awhile.

- [Jeri] Oh, well.

(light funk music continues)

- Hello, Robert?

Hi. This is Jeri.

I got your number from Lois.

You remember Lois.

Well, I'm new in town,

and I thought you might like to meet me?

What do I do?

What do you want?

Oh, yes.

I know all about that.

Lois told me and it turned me on.

Hmm?

Oh, I have long blonde hair,

blue eyes, creamy skin,

and I'm very busty,

I guess you could say.

Hmm?

I guess so.

What's your address?

(light funk music continues)

- Good grief.

- Half hour?

Mm.

Bye.

Jeri, this is for you.

Better get dressed.

- Shit, Helen.

- Come on.

It's only a blow job in his office.

- All right.

I'll be back soon

and take the rest of the night off.

(door clicks)

- What the hell is goin' on around here?

Looks like a goddamn pajama party.

Hey, look, I want you to meet somebody.

This here's, uh, Mystique.

- [Coffy] Hmm. Quite an assortment you have here, man.

Not too bad, really.

- Yeah.

They'll do.

Come on. Let's go in the other room so we can talk.

(cane clatters)

- Georgie, sweetie.

- Hey. - Here I am. Surprise.

- [King George] What you doing here?

You weren't supposed to get back until tonight.

- No, I took the morning flight.

And Miami was such a drag.

That old fart, he couldn't do anything, I mean, nothing.

1,000 bucks a day just to show me off to his friends.

So what I need is some real action, honey, like,

the kind I can only get from my old man.

(Meg scoffs)

Who's this?

- Meg, I want you to meet Mystique.

- Miss Stick?

What kind of name is that?

- It's Jamaican.

She's gonna be a big asset to our organization.

Now, look, why don't you run in the other room,

get yourself a cup of coffee while I check her out?

- Check her out? What do you mean check her out?

What's there to check out? - Meg!

It's business.

Now, go on in there and get a cup of coffee.

It's for the big man, Big V.

(lively funk music)

- Someone better turn the fan on.

I think the temperature's rising.

- Cindy, love, this one's for you.

- Oh, no. Not the fat man again.

(lively funk music fades)

(zipper unzipping)

(zipper unzipping)

(lively funk music continues)

(bottle pops)

(patrons chattering) (mellow jazz music)

- I want you to meet Mystique.

- Ah, glad to know you, Mystique.

How are you?

(crowd chattering)

- Good evening, Mr Vitroni.

- Hello, Studs.

(mellow jazz music)

- Don't look so hostile, Studs.

We're all on the same side now.

You're working for us.

- I work for the King,

that's all.

- Studs, you need a manicure.

- You need a shine.

(mellow jazz music)

- [King George] I tell you, you will not be sorry.

Excuse me, sit. Excuse me.

- [Vitroni] Oh, yes. How do you do?

My name is Vitroni.

- [Coffy] Oh, yes, Mr. Vitroni.

- [Vitroni] And you're Mystique.

(crowd chattering)

- Oh, Sam.

I think Mr Vitroni would like, uh, another drink.

Come along.

- I would like to do that anytime,

anytime. - Oh.

Yes, of corse, love.

- Why, Mr. Vitroni, you don't have a drink.

(glasses clattering)

(group clamoring)

- That's terrible. - I'm so sorry,

Miss Stick.

(group chattering)

- [Prostitute] Here, let me help you.

- [Meg] Oh, my goodness.

- [Prostitute] You really are a mess.

- [Coffy] It was just a, just an accident.

Accidents will happen.

- You are a very naughty girl.

- [Meg] It was an accident.

- It was not an accident.

- [Meg] Yes, it was.

(faint mellow jazz music)

(group chattering)

- [Prostitute] Without a doubt.

It was an accident, like she said.

- Yes. - Without a doubt.

(faint mellow jazz music)

- Now, Mr. King Dope-Pusher,

you're gonna have a few irate customers pretty soon.

Sugar instead of smack.

(faint mellow jazz music continues)

(faint mellow jazz music continues)

(crowd chattering)

- Oh, Meg.

You don't have any salad.

(Meg screaming)

(crowd chattering)

(Meg grunting)

(fighters straining)

- Oh, look, look, look, look.

(fighters straining)

Oh. Look at them.

(Vitroni laughing) (fighters screaming)

She's fierce, she's beautiful.

Let at...

(fighters screaming)

(objects clattering)

Let them go. Let them go. - Lost their goddamn minds.

(Meg screaming)

(objects clattering)

(kick thuds) (prostitute groaning)

(fighters straining)

(prostitute groaning)

(fighters straining)

- They're so violent.

(fighters screaming and straining)

- [Coffy] Listen, I'll kill you.

(fighters straining)

- [Prostitute] Ah, no! (strains)

(glass shatters)

- [Vitroni] Look at that. Watch her go! (laughs)

(Meg screaming)

- Oh.

(bottle shattering)

- Mr Vitroni, I gotta talk to you.

(fighters straining)

(Meg screaming) (crowd chattering)

- She's like a wild animal.

I've got to have that girl, George, tonight.

(mellow music)

♪ Coffy, baby

♪ Sweet as a chocolate bar ♪

♪ Coffy, baby

♪ No one knows who you are

♪ Such a rare black pearl

♪ In a great big world (phone ringing)

♪ Full of tragedy and tears ♪

♪ No one knows and no one cares ♪

♪ Throw caution to the wind ♪

♪ You're one of nature's kin ♪

♪ Love only comes to those who dare

♪ The danger you don't see ♪

♪ It's hidden carefully

♪ But Coffy ♪ ♪ Coffy, Coffy, baby

♪ Coffy r ♪ Coffy, Coffy, baby

♪ Coffy, baby

♪ As gentle as a song ♪

♪ Coffy, baby

♪ You can't see right from wrong

♪ In your heart you're miles apart;

♪ From the life that you once knew ♪

♪ But Coffy, baby

♪ Danger waits for you ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ For you ♪

(mellow jazz music)

- There you are. (laughs)

The wildcat from the tropical jungle.

Come. Let's get acquainted.

(mellow jazz music)

- I'm told that you are a dangerous man, Arturo.

I like that.

It excites me.

(Vitroni laughs)

Hmm.

Ooh.

And I can see that I'm having a good effect on you also.

(mellow jazz music continues)

Ooh, my love.

Are you sure you're not just a little Black,

Arturo? (Vitroni laughs)

- You're amazing.

(mellow jazz music continues)

Look, let's go into the other room.

We'll be more comfortable.

- Yes. Let's go.

(mellow jazz music fades)

- Get down on the floor where you belong,

you no-good, dirty, nigger bitch!

- Oh, please.

I know I'm not good enough for you,

but let me have your precious white body just once.

(Vitroni spits)

- Then let me see you crawl over here,

you black trash!

I'm not going to hurt you.

Come on. Crawl over here.

Crawl, nigger!

- You want me to crawl, white motherfucker?

- What are you doing? Put that down.

- You wanna spit on me and make me crawl?

I'm gonna piss on your grave tomorrow.

(punch thuds)

- Hold it. Don't mess her up.

I don't want any marks on her body.

- Look at this.

This is no Saturday-night special.

This is professional equipment.

- Probably got it from her cop boyfriend.

- You were right, Jake. Good work.

- I recognized her when she swung that bottle

on that broad's head.

I don't forget nothin' like that.

- Okay. Get Aleva up here now.

I wanna find out what this is all about.

- King George sent her to hit you. What else?

- Yeah.

I never did have trust for that pimp,

none of them niggers!

- Nah, he'd never be so foolish.

This is somebody bigger than King George.

How 'bout it, chocolate?

Who set this up?

- Spit it out!

- Ow! - He asked you a question!

- I- it was King George.

Ow! Ow.

He set it up.

He's been workin' with the brothers all along.

(Coffy whimpering)

- Hit him.

And hit him so that everybody else will get the idea.

- Is this her?

- Yeah.

You know her?

- Mr Vitroni, you got big trouble,

bigger trouble than you ever could have imagined.

- George, you gonna stay mad at me for ever?

I hurt, George. I feel awful.

Well, you could at least talk to me.

Who's that for so early in the morning?

- Some dude.

(Meg sighs)

- George, are you thinkin' about turnin' me out?

(King George sighs)

- No, baby. No.

- I just got so mad at the way you were treating

that phony Black chick,

that's all.

- Yeah, I know.

- I don't see why you have to go

to all that trouble for that pervert gangster anyway.

- I'm just doing him a favor.

(King George clears throat)

Most people appreciate favors.

They never forget you when you do 'em a favor.

(King George clears throat)

- Well, there's somethin' funny about that chick,

somethin' just not right.

- [King George] That so?

- George?

- [King George] What?

- Please don't go.

- Baby, I gotta go out.

One of Vitroni's boys called with a buyer

who wants to score right away.

I'll be back.

- Let me take care of you, George.

I really feel like it now.

- [King George] No, baby, not now.

- Baby, you still love me, don't you?

(King George chuckles)

- Yeah. I still love you, baby, you know that.

You're my lady. (chuckles)

Look, uh,

how long will it be before you'll be able

to take a trick again?

- About a week or so.

Is that okay, baby?

- Sh-

Yeah, yeah.

That's fine, yeah.

Look. You can take care of me when I get back, okay?

- Okay.

I'll be waitin', lover.

(traffic humming)

- Hello, King.

Hop in. Let's talk.

- I'm sorry, man.

I can't argue with no 45.

- Get rolling, Studs.

(car engine revving)

- Hey, okay now.

Come on, you guys.

Now, what's this shit now.

Now, what's the gag?

(Omar laughs)

- It's going to be very funny.

- I'll take this, King.

- Hey. I know, I know.

The big man's got a surprise bonus for me

for that cool little trick I sent him, right?

(Jake and Omar laugh)

- That's right, King.

- Goddamn. (laughs)

Jesus.

You guys had me goin' there for a minute.

(all laughing)

Hey, Studs!

Look at him. Look at Studs. (laughing)

Look at him.

Hey, Studs.

(all laughing)

Hey, Studs. Hey, baby, it's okay.

Hey, hey, it's all right, Studs.

Hey, man, they're just jivin'.

They're just puttin' you on.

(all laughing)

- Yeah.

Yeah, Big V was tickled almost to death.

- Really?

- He said he'd never had nothin' like that before.

- Oh, wow. - Ever.

- Wow, that's good.

That's really great, really.

(car engine revving)

- Hey.

Hey, where are we goin'?

(Omar laughs)

- That's the surprise.

We don't want to spoil for you.

- Oh, yeah.

(car engine revving)

Hey.

Hey, man, can I have my Kodak back?

I got a man who needs that today.

- No, he don't, King.

You quit your worryin'.

It's all gonna be over real soon.

- Yeah, sure.

Studs, uh, you stop here.

This is okay.

(bird chirping)

- Hey, man, now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, man.

There's something you dudes ain't tellin' me now.

- Out, King.

- Hey, no, man. No.

- Out! - I am not gettin'

outta this car.

Now, will somebody please talk to me?

For Christ's sake!

No, man, wait a minute!

Somebody please tell me.

Man, what have I done?

(Omar laughs)

- It's a beautiful suit, King.

You remember I had a surprise for you, huh?

New necktie, special woven.

14 noble maidens.

- Man, come on.

Cut out the jokin' now.

Come on! (Omar laughs)

Now, I can take a joke as good as anybody, man,

but this has gone too damn far.

Hey, man, tell me, what did I do?

Man, what did I do?

Now, I don't even know what I did.

Come on, now.

Hey, Studs. Studs.

Studs, don't just sit there.

Do somethin'.

Studs! Studs!

(Omar laughs)

- [Omar] This is the way we lynch niggers. (laughs)

- [King George] Studs, stop the car!

Hey, guys, I'll do anything you want!

Now, what did I do wrong?

Jesus Christ! Oh, look out, hey!

Oh, God, please!

Hey, stop the car!

Now, what did I do?

Now, somebody tell...

Oh. Oh, Jesus Christ!

You guys, stop the car!

Please!

What did I do? (faintly speaking)

- You wanna go fast, Studs? Huh?

(Omar laughs)

(tires screeching)

(boards clattering)

(Omar laughing)

(car bangs)

(cases clattering)

(tires screeching)

(car crashes)

(objects clattering)

(doors slam)

- You know, Studs, that could be you if you like to talk.

- I know, I know.

My mama didn't raise no fool.

(Omar laughs)

- Studs, you're a good boy.

You're going to need a job soon.

Come to us.

You'll find out we're not bad people.

- So you see,

it's this vicious combination of big business and government

which has kept our sisters prostitute

and our brothers dope peddlers.

I was talking to a young man over at the clinic.

This guy had so many needle marks in him

he couldn't find a place for another spike in.

In addition,

he had to make at least one burglary each night

because he was supporting a $100-a-day habit.

I asked him:

"Why would anyone start smacking up

when they know at front what the result is gonna be?"

And he said "Well, I'd rather be a junkie than be nothing."

You see what this tells us?

Our power structure has given this man

no reasonable alternative.

You see, you ask,

"Why would a power structure

deliberately create narcotics addicts?"

Well, I ask you, where do you think that $100 a day goes?

Oh, sure, part of it goes to the Black pushers

and distributors,

but the main part of it, the really big part,

goes to those white men who import the narcotics.

And the big part goes to those white men

who corrupt our law enforcement agencies.

And the big part goes to those white men

who draft our Black boys

and send them over to Indochina to protect other white men

who are the original suppliers of the narcotics.

So you see,

this whole thing becomes a vicious attempt

on the part of the white power structure

to exploit our Black men and women in this society.

- Right on. - Right.

- Cut. That was pretty good, boys.

We'll use the first part of that one

and the ending of the last take.

Nice going, Howard.

Real convincing.

(car engine revving)

(door banging)

(Omar mumbles)

(door banging)

- Hey, out there!

Is anybody there?

(door banging)

Can I have somethin' to eat?

- Goddamn son of a bitch woman... (mumbling).

Shut up, bitch!

Want me to give you another clap?

- Can I have a glass of water?

What are you tryin' to do?

Starve me to death?

- Never mind.

Just keep quiet.

You won't need no water or nothin'.

(birds chirping)

(object scrapping)

(brakes squeak)

(lights mechanism squeaks)

(door slams)

- [McHenry] Hello, Councilman.

- [Howard] Hello, McHenry.

Who else is here? Your boss?

- Yeah. This is strictly summit stuff.

Personally, I don't know what it's all about

and I don't wanna know.

- [Howard] You're a smart cop, Sergeant.

(balls clatter)

- [Vitroni] Well, Mr. Congressman Brunswick.

They tell me you kicked off your campaign today.

How did it go?

- [Howard] Very well.

- Yes?

Well, we're all behind you all the way.

- You should keep your boys away from where I'm appearing.

Now, if people keep turning up in photographs,

somebody will start making comparisons.

- I never appear in photographs.

- True. Aleva is very careful about that.

- Okay.

Now, what did you get me out here for, anyway?

I thought we'd agreed on everything.

You know, I'm taking a chance being here.

- It's dangerous for me too, Howard,

but this is important.

Some very strange things have been happening.

- Then there's something I don't know about.

- Perhaps, Councilman. Perhaps.

(door rattling)

- Hey, darky.

You ain't gonna try to hit me with one of them rocks, huh?

- I'm so weak from hunger,

I couldn't even kick sand in your face, motherfucker.

(Omar laughing)

- Hey, there's a friend of yours inside.

He wants to see you.

Come on.

(insects chirping)

Come on, come on!

(Coffy groans)

- [Vitroni] Gotta hand it to you, Aleva.

You were a 100% right.

- He knows her all right.

He introduced her to me one night.

- Sure I know her.

She's just some broad I fuck.

What's she doin' here?

- This broad you fuck tried to kill me.

That's what she's doing here.

- What?

- That's right.

Don't look at him.

Now, young lady,

I want you to understand that we have no personal thing

against you at all.

I know that you were only following orders.

So there is no reason why we cannot be friends, is there?

I'm not a bad man.

Like I told you,

I don't want to see a pretty young girl go to waste,

with your whole life ahead of you.

Now, just tell me the truth and you can go free,

and no harm will come to you.

Look, do you understand what it means

when a man swears by his mother?

I swear by my mother.

Now, just tell me.

Did this man send you to kill me?

- No. He didn't know nothin'!

Only King George, like I told you.

- She's his girl.

What do you expect her to say?

- Howard, I'm sure, personally,

that you had nothing to do with this.

But this is a very serious matter.

We've got a very profitable relationship here,

but it depends entirely on mutual trust and confidence.

- That's right.

We've gone a long way with you, Brunswick.

But if we have to,

we'll find ourselves another congressman.

- Howard! - Shut up!

You did your talking.

- Why would I want to have you killed, Vitroni?

I like this deal as much as you do.

- I can answer that, Mr Vitroni.

These people all stick together like brothers.

You can't trust 'em.

Those two pushers that got killed last month

had just come in with us.

Then King George double-crossing us like he did.

All brothers, remember?

And he's one of them.

And money or deals or anything

don't make him one of us.

Shit!

- You know, you've been listening to my political speeches.

I thought you'd be more intelligent

than to listen to that crap like that.

Now, for Christ's sake, black, brown or yellow,

I'm in it for the green,

the green buck.

As far as that chick over there's concerned,

I'll tell you how much she means to me.

- [Vitroni] Yeah?

- [Howard] Take her out.

- Will you say that out loud

so these people can hear you?

- Take her out and kill her.

(dramatic music)

Now let's get down to some serious business.

(dramatic music continues)

(car engine starts and revs)

(dramatic music continues)

- Mac, the spike kit.

(car engine droning)

Have you got the smack?

- Yeah.

Took some off our late friend the King. (chuckles)

I wonder where he's king of now.

(car engine droning)

- Uh, no, thanks.

Can't you read sign on the package?

It says smoking is dangerous to your health.

- [Omar] I didn't know that.

I'm gonna have to give this up.

- You ever shoot up before?

- Once or twice.

I can take it or leave it.

(Omar laughs)

- That's good.

"I can take it or leave it." (laughs)

That's very good.

Mac, uh, go down along the river,

under the freeway.

- Right. Good idea.

(car engine revving)

- You're luckier than most people that gotta go out.

This is just about the nicest way to do it.

- Yeah.

- I just want you to know that, personally,

I think it's a damn shame

to let a good piece like you go to waste.

- Thanks.

I do too,

especially when I think of all the fun I could've had

with a good-looking stud like you.

- Yeah?

You really mean that?

(Omar chuckles)

Well, it ain't too late, you know?

- It ain't.

- [Omar] Hell, no.

I can take care of you right now,

right here and now.

Nick, you go take a walk, huh.

- Not in my office you don't.

You wanna pull that shit,

go on back there someplace.

(Omar laughs)

- Hey!

Let me do this first.

- Okay. I'm not gonna fight you.

- Hey, Mac, shine your light back here.

- Uh, don't look. Don't look.

(Coffy gasps)

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

(Coffy moaning)

Okay. Come on, let's go.

(traffic droning)

(Coffy moaning)

- [Coffy] Oh, shit!

Hurry up, man. - Okay.

Just a second.

- [Coffy] Come on.

Shit, what are you waitin' for?

- [Omar] All right, all right.

Goddamn zippers!

(Coffy moaning)

(Omar moaning)

(tense music) (Omar groaning)

(objects clattering)

(dramatic music)

Nick!

- [Nick] What happened?

- She did it.

You get her!

- I'm bleeding. Please help me.

- Mac!

Mac! - Get a doctor.

- Mac, take care of him

I'll get her.

- [Omar] Mac! Mac, please help me!

Get a doctor.

(dramatic music continues)

(McHenry sniffing)

- Sugar. Sugar!

- Get an ambulance, please!

- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I'll take care of that.

(tires screeching)

(dramatic music continues)

- Mac!

Mac, don't leave me!

Mac!

(dramatic music continues)

(gun fires) (bullet ricochets)

Nick!

Nick! Come back!

(dramatic music continues)

(car engine revving)

(horns blaring) (tires screeching)

- [Driver] Come on! Look out!

(dramatic music continues)

(tires screeching)

(horn blaring)

(tires screeching)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music continues)

(car engine revving) (Nick screaming)

(siren wailing)

(car engine revving) (tires screeching)

(dramatic music continues)

(siren wailing)

(boards thud)

(dramatic music continues)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic music continues)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic music continues) (car engine revving)

(screen shatters)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic music continues)

- [McHenry] Help me. Help me.

Help me!

Get me out!

Help me, somebody!

Help me! This thing is gonna burn up.

Get me- (explosion booms)

(McHenry screaming) (fire crackling)

- [Driver] Hey, baby.

You need a ride or anything?

- [Coffy] I sure do.

I had some trouble with my boyfriend

and got turned out.

- [Driver] Oh, that's too bad.

Just get right in and let's see what we can do about it.

(Driver sighs)

(Coffy sighs)

- [Coffy] Could we stop at a liquor store

and get some juice?

You know, I need a drink.

- Okay.

(car engine revving)

Don't go away, beautiful.

I'll be right back. - Oh, I won't.

I won't, baby.

(vehicle engine revving)

(tires screeching) (car engine revving)

- [Vehicle Owner] Hey!

Hey, come on back!

(car engine revving)

(car door slams)

(traffic whooshing)

(foliage rustling)

(car engine revving)

(traffic humming)

- Gentleman, it does my heart good

to see the various races getting together

in such a spirit of cooperation.

- Yes. Well, I've gotta be going.

I've got a friend waiting, I hope,

very impatiently.

- Goin' out to your place at the beach, huh?

- [Howard] Yeah.

- It's a good life, no?

- Well, it can be, Ruben.

It can be.

Good night, gentlemen.

I hope we don't have to meet like this again.

It's been a great risk.

(footsteps clicking)

(door creaks)

(insects chirping)

(car door slams)

(car engine revving)

(light mechanism squeaks)

(car engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(car engine revving)

(car engine droning)

- So I looked at him and he said, "That's all I got."

(Ramos and Vitroni laughing)

- Those boys should have been back by now.

I wonder if something might have gone wrong.

(car engine droning) (insects chirping)

- I think I hear them coming now.

- Sounds like he's really movin'.

(car engine revving) (insects chirping)

(Alev screams)

(guns fires)

(gun cocks)

(gun fires) (glass shatters)

- [Vitroni] Oh, what the-

(water splashing)

- Shit. Come on, now.

Look, I ain't gonna shoot you.

- Please, don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

I'll pay you anything.

A million dollars,

whatever you want.

- Okay, a million dollars.

You got a deal.

I won't kill you.

- It's your friend Brunswick I want, anyway.

Where is he?

- He left. He went to his house at the beach.

- Yeah. I know the place.

Thanks.

(gun fires)

(Vitroni chokes)

That's a present from my little sister

and a nice cop named Carter.

(footsteps clicking)

(insects chirping)

(car door slams)

(car engine revving)

(door creaks)

(footsteps clicking)

Hello, Howard.

Come on and sit down and talk to me.

I'm not mad at you.

- Coffy, baby.

I'm glad to see you.

I knew they weren't really gonna do it.

- Oh, I ain't here because they didn't try, lover.

- Well, they would have done it anyway,

no matter what I said.

You know that.

- Yeah, I know.

I told you, I ain't mad at you.

- Why don't you let me have the thing then?

- No. (gun cocks)

And before you try to take it,

I think you better know that all your friends are dead.

Vitroni, Ramos, McHenry,

and some others too,

I killed 'em all.

- You?

- I don't know how I did it.

It seems like I'm in a dream.

And I'm still in this dream, Howard,

and it wouldn't take much for me to kill you now.

- Well, I can see how you,

you might feel that way,

but you don't understand all the facts.

Now, I did what I did for my people,

for our brothers and sisters.

- You shouldn't talk to me about sisters, Howard!

I've got a sister.

- Look, why don't you just relax

and let me pour you a drink.

You're upset.

I mean, you, you can see that, can't you?

- I can see plenty.

I can see how each time a kid rips off a car

or a appliance store or somebody's house

to get money for a fix,

you get your cut!

- Now, don't be naive, baby!

You think if I weren't mixed up with rackets

there wouldn't be any rackets?

Wherever there's a need,

somebody comes along to fill it.

Black people want dope

and Brown people want dope.

And as long as people are deprived of a decent life,

they're gonna want something

to just plain feel good with.

And nothing's gonna change that

except money and power.

And that's what I'm after, baby:

power to change things for our people.

I wanna all that money

back into the hands of Black people like you and me.

Yes, like you too, Coffy.

And you can help me, baby,

to make a better life for our people.

- Bullshit!

You're just sellin' out to the white gangsters

and businessmen.

You're worse than they are.

And I loved you.

I loved you so much.

- You still do, baby.

You know it.

And I love you.

And we're gonna do big things together, baby,

'cause you're my woman, Coffy.

Now, maybe I have done a few bad things,

but that's the way the world is today.

Sometime you have to do a few little wrong things

in order to do one big right thing.

And that's what I'm trying to do for you

and for our people:

that one big right thing.

- You always were a good talker, Howard.

You could talk me into almost anything.

But I don't know.

I just don't know any more.

- All you have to know, baby,

is that I'm your man.

I'm gonna take care of you

and I'm gonna steer you straight.

I've been missing you these past few days, Coffy.

And I've been wantin' you real bad.

Now, why don't you just put that thing down

and come and fold yourself up in my arms

and I'll make all this crap go away

like it's never been.

Now, come on.

- Howie, what are you doing?

(dramatic music)

Come back to bed.

(tense music)

- Coffy, baby.

You gotta understand.

I, I thought you were dead.

(gun fires)

(partner screaming) (Howard gasping)

(partner sobbing)

(gun clatters)

(partner sobbing)

(Howard gasps)

(body thuds)

(partner sobbing)

♪ It's not the end ♪

♪ It's the beginning ♪

(calm music)

♪ The law surrounds you

♪ The court tries you

♪ The jail engulfs you ♪

♪ But it's not the end

♪ It's the beginning ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa

♪ Darkness conceals your sable soul

(lively funk music)

♪ Revenge is a virtue ♪

♪ You stood up like you should ♪

♪ Standing up strong like we all wish we could ♪

♪ You're a shining symbol ♪

♪ A shining symbol

♪ A shining symbol of Black pride

♪ You're a new breed ♪

♪ A future seed ♪

♪ A new breed;

♪ A future seed ♪

♪ Of Black pride, yeah ♪

♪ You're a shining symbol ♪

♪ A shining symbol

♪ A shining symbol