All language subtitles for Harlem Nights (1989) (1)

I got Mr. Raymond's cigarettes.

Go on in the back.

You're damn right. Your time is up.
And come out of there right now.

I don't give a shit.

Kiss my entire ass.

Man, I'm losing money, man!

If you fuck it up!

Come on, motherfucker! All right.

Oh, man. Goddamn!

Come on, kid. Give me my cigarettes.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hold it, man. Hold it. Wait.

What the fuck is this kid doing in here?

Get the hell out of here
before I kick your little ass.

You ain't kicking shit.

Don't worry about him, man.
He's with me. He runs errands for me.

I don't care who he is, man.
I don't care what he does, man.

Kids bring me bad luck, and I don't
want 'em in the room when I'm shootin'.

The bet is faded, motherfucker.
Stop jacking off and shoot the dice.

You fucking up the game.

Man, I ain't shooting shit.
I told you, kids bring me bad luck.

I can't stand them little bastards.

Now get the fuck out of here
before I kick your ass.

You ain't whooping shit.

Now shoot the dice,
you snaggletoothed motherfucker.

All right. I'm gonna shoot these,
motherfuckers. I'm gonna shoot.

But I better not crap. That's all I know.
I just better not crap.

Come on, six, with your funky ass.
I've been waiting for ya all night.

Baby need shoes, my wife need clothes--

And you need some teeth.

Shoot the goddamn dice, man.

Hey, I'm gonna shoot the damn dice!
You understand? I'm gonna shoot 'em!

I'ma send every one
of you motherfuckers home broke.

- Shoot 'em!
- Broke? Shit.

Come on, six, with your bad ass.
Come on here.

- Craps!
- Goddamn!

What the fuck you doing
with this kid in here, man?

Didn't I tell you them motherfuckers
bring me bad luck, man?

What's that sign say?

"Ray's Place." That's me.
This is my place, okay?

I have in here who the fuck I want.

Okay, you lost, so pass the dice
or buy them from this motherfucker.

And I ain't selling, punk.

I ain't buying either!

What I'm gonna do
is shoot this shit again,

and you gonna get that kid's ass out
of here, that's what's gonna happen!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Wait, man, look. You shot. You lost.

I mean, we would've paid you
if you'd won, but you lost.

Now take your big ass home
and brush that tooth.

Brush that tooth.

You think that's funny, huh?
You think that's funny, huh?

Oh, man.

Huh? Now, I told you I couldn't stand
kids in the room when I was shooting.

They bring me bad luck.
But you wouldn't listen, would you?

- I'm listening.
- Well, listen to this.

I want back all the money I lost tonight,

and I want back everything you took in.

You understand me,
you smooth-talking son of a bitch?

Do you understand?

Now, tell that old frog-faced,
gravel-voiced dude

to take his slow-walkin' ass on out there
and bring back the money.

Tell him!

Otherwise, I'm gonna stick your ass,
and I'm gonna stick him

and I'll definitely stick
this lil janky-ass,

bad-luck motherfucker standing here!

I think you're gonna have to stick us
'cause I ain't giving you shit.

- Now--
- Wait, wait.

Before you do,
I just want to tell you one thing.

What you want to tell me, punk?

What the fuck you want to tell me, man?

Now, just what the fuck
you wanna tell me?

- It slips my mind.
- Slip your mind?

Oh, shit.

Jesus Christ.

Goddamn.

I guess he does have bad luck with kids.

That man was gonna stab us, so I shot him.

Yeah.

Bennie, Slim, Moses,

would you help get this dead motherfucker
out of here, please?

Grab his arm, man.

He sure is heavy.
Take him on down to the furnace.

Holy shit.
Look, the game's over for tonight.

I'm gonna take this little boy
home to his mother.

My mama's dead.

Well, your daddy.

My father's dead too.

Did you kill them?

Nah, they just dead.

Give me that pistol.

Yeah. Where do you stay?

I don't live nowhere.

I guess you can stay at my house
for a while.

All right.

I wouldn't trust him in the house with me.

He's all right. Give me five.

I ain't giving you shit.

He's one hell of a little motherfucker.

- He is a bad motherfucker.
- Come on, man.

- I'll clean up.
- Please.

So, you shot him.
How about some ice cream?

What a night.

Come on, nine.

Come on, nine. Baby, come on!

All right! Okay.

Ten. Ten.

Come on. Hit it.

Really?

- Ray.
- Yo.

- Tommy's coming.
- Where?

Over there.

Holy shit.

Mr. Smalls, good evening.

My man. How you doing, brother?

- Thank you.
- You want me to kick he ass?

No. Don't kick he ass.

Thank you, Roberto.

It looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit, to check us out.

That's Tommy Smalls.

He runs the Pitty Pat Club.

Yeah, I know that's Smalls,
but who's that girl with him?

She is beautiful.

Wait a minute, man.
Don't mess around with her.

That's the mistress
of a famous gangster up here

by the name of Bugsy Calhoune.

That's Calhoune's girl?

- Yeah.
- I heard about her.

What would a woman that fine want
in a big, fat, nasty, greasy, fat,

stank, bloated, cheesy-backed,

12-sandwich-eating bastard?

- What does she want with him?
- Maybe she likes fat guys.

You want to check 'em out?

- Yeah, I think I will.
- No, no, look. Just check her out.

I mean, don't fuck with her.

You'll get in trouble, okay?

Okay.

Where's the drink that we ordered? Waiter!

This way.

- May I be of some assistance?
- No, no, no.

Not at all, Mr. Quick.

We're just enjoying the night out.

You boys ain't open tonight?

Yeah, yeah. We're open.
We just wanted a change of atmosphere.

Now, surely you understand that,
Mr. Quick.

I don't believe we've met.
My name is Quick.

My name is Dominique La Rue, Mr. Quick.

Charmed to make your acquaintance.

La Rue. That's a French name, right?

Creole.

Born and raised in Louisiana.

Is that right?

- Tommy Smalls.
- Sugar Ray.

- How's the laugh?
- Fine, fine.

- I don't believe we've been--
- Dominique La Rue.

Dominique. Tommy, would you like a table?

Please. Thank you very much.

- Curtis.
- Yes, sir?

How 'bout getting Mr. Tommy Smalls
and his party one of our best tables?

You got it, sir. Right this way.

Didn't I ask you not to mess
with that lady?

I just said hi.

I know, but you got a way
of saying hi, okay?

Just check them out.

All right. I'm cool.

Ray, I think you better
go over to Bennie's crap table.

- What's the problem?
- People are complaining about him.

- Why?
- His glasses.

- I got him glasses yesterday.
- I know, but he won't wear them.

He says he don't need to.

No more bets. No more bets.
The dice are coming out.

Let 'em roll. Let 'em roll. Roll now.

Let' 'em go. Come on.

The point is four.

- Four?
- That's seven. Can't you see the dice?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Forgive me. That's a seven.

That's a seven. Pay everybody. All right.

- Come on. Roll the dice.
- Here we go.

I'll get your bets down.
Get your bets down.

All right, let's go.
Shake them up. Let them go.

- Five is the point.
- Five? That's a nine, man!

Say, excuse me. Excuse me.
I got something in my eye.

Get it the fuck out your eye,
you blind motherfucker. Roll the dice!

Ain't gonna be
too many more "motherfuckers."

Call it right, then.

- Sure is one blind fool.
- Get your bets down. No more bets.

- Roll the dice. Roll the dice.
- Come on, baby.

Here we go. Come on, dice, be nice.

Yo, 11.

Eleven?

- That's a six.
- What's the matter with you?

- That's a six.
- This is a six, man.

- What are y'all screaming for?
- How are you doing, man?

- What the hell you doin'?
- How's it going, Bennie?

It's going good, real good.

Willie, take over for Bennie for a while?
I want to speak to him.

- You gentlemen, enjoy the game.
- We're trying.

Come on! Get it right!

- How's it going, Bennie?
- Going good, real good.

I'm getting complaints
about the way you're calling the dice.

That's them suckers
that's losing their money.

I'm Bennie "Snake Eyes" Wilson.

I can call the dice
before they stop rolling.

I've been doing this shit
for over 40 years.

I know, Snake Eyes.
But do me a favor. Put on your glasses.

I don't need no glasses.

I know, but just for me, you do a favor.

Yeah. There you go.

- You look good.
- I don't feel no different.

Well, let's try them.

- Here we go.
- Roll 'em, Willie.

All right.

- Enjoy the game, gentlemen.
- Man, fuck y'all.

It just don't make no sense, Bugs.

What's that, Tony?

What don't make sense?

Business ain't that great.

But the last couple of weeks,
the crowd don't seem no less,

yet we ain't clearing what we used to.

Makes a lot of sense.
Smalls is skimming off the top.

Tommy don't have the balls
to do something like that, Bugs.

Don't underestimate Tommy.

He's got huge balls--

big, fucking huge balls.

But he's stupid.

All told, he beat me for
about five grand last month.

Check.

Are you sure, Bugs?
I'm telling you, Smalls wouldn't do that.

I handpicked him myself.

Yeah, well, you made a mistake
with him, a big mistake.

And you handpicked him, huh?

Guess that makes you kind of responsible.

Now tell me about this Sugar Ray's.

Well, I figure he's pulling down
maybe ten, 15 a week.

- Does he run it alone?
- No, no, his son runs it with him.

His name's... Quick.

Checkmate.

Is that right?

You know...

think we should have Mr. Cantone
pay Mr. Sugar Ray a visit.

Kind of feel him out.

We're gonna have to get rid
of his establishment.

It's hurting my business.

It's done. I'll call Cantone right now.

Wait a minute.

About this Tommy Smalls thing,

you did bring him to me, so that makes
the money I lost kind of your fault.

Come here.

Put your hand on the edge.

Nobody steals from me.

The next time you bring somebody crooked
into my organization,

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

God!

Go over and let Joey take a look at it.

Joey, is it broke?

Yeah, it's broke pretty good.

Tony, how's your right hand?
Is it okay?

Yeah, it's okay.

Good.

'Cause I want you to take care
of Tommy Smalls as soon as possible.

I want you to take care
of your bad hand first,

then I want you to take your good hand

and I want you to cut Tommy's throat

from here

to here.

Seven hundred at the bar.

Thirteen hundred at the crap tables.

What we do on the door?

About 300 on the door.

And Vera hasn't handed in
the girls' money yet.

Yo, man, go tell Vera
I said bring her fat ass in here.

What the fuck is wrong with her, Sugar?

What's going on with Tommy Smalls?

- I don't know. I put Romeo on him.
- Ain't nothing much happening.

He had a couple of drinks,
dropped about 200 on the crap table,

made a phone call and left.

It's nothing to worry about, man.

I'm not worried.
I'm just a little concerned.

I mean, Calhoune's number one boy
and his girl drop by

to snoop a little bit.

That makes me kind of uncomfortable.

I wish you guys would keep your eyes out
for the next couple of days, okay?

Vera, you know we tally up at 4:00.

What is your problem?

Kiss my ass, Sugar.

I've got to watch my girls
until the last trick is gone.

And I'm not about to ask
no customer to roll over

so I can punch some goddamn clock.

Now, this is your place,
but I am in charge of the girls.

And you can just kiss my ass.

Baby, please.

Quit. Stop it, Sugar.
Stop. Don't do that. Stop that.

So, baby, how'd they do tonight?

We made about 200.

Two hundred?

Your girls been back there all night.

How they only make $200?

You kiss my ass, Quick.

I don't ever say nothing to you
when the crap table and bar come up short.

'Cause the bar and the crap table
never come up short, just the girls.

- Now, calm down, Vera.
- Kiss my ass, Sugar.

I wanna know what it is
Quick is trying to say.

I ain't trying to say shit.
You in charge of the girls, right?

- I am in charge of the girls.
- Are you in charge of the girls?

I am in charge of the girls.

Okay. The girls are always
coming up short.

Let's get this shit out in the open.
The girls are always coming up short.

Even when the place is packed,
the girls come up short.

Either you or them got a problem
with their arithmetic.

Are you saying I'm stealing?

The man didn't say
you were stealing, Vera.

Come over here and sit down
and shut the fuck up.

You shut the fuck up, Bennie!

I would tell you to kiss my ass too,

but you probably can't find it,
you blind motherfucker.

Fuck you, bitch.

- Me and you got to step out back.
- Hey, it was just a misunderstanding.

No, it ain't.
It ain't no misunderstanding.

Quick just accused me of stealing.

And if you gonna take up
for Quick in here,

we gonna all be some fighting
motherfuckers in here this evening.

Bring your ass, nigger.
Bring it on. Come on.

Bring your ass!
Come on. Get up and come on.

- Look at this shit.
- I wanna see Quick get this bitch's ass.

- I want to see this too.
- Come on, Quick. Don't cheese up.

All right, bitch. You wanna fight?

We can fight, then.

You fat motherfucker,
I'm tired of your shit!

- Just bring your ass!
- I'ma beat the shit out of your ass.

You-- You--
Oh, Jesus, don't hold me, Sugar!

No, Sugar, let me go!
I'ma just scare her a little.

- You watch your ass.
- Don't hold me! Don't hold me!

Better watch it, Quick.
You're fucking with a heavyweight.

He don't know who he's fucking with.
Treat me like I'm some kind of dog.

I'll kick his ass
right out here right now.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, don't you want to talk
about this?

I ain't got nothing to say.
You done insulted me.

And I got to kick your ass right now.

And afterwards,
I don't want no hard feelings either.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Ain't nothing wrong with me!
What the fuck is wrong with you?

You done accused me of stealing.

The only thing I'm stealing
out here today is your face.

Twice!

You out of your fucking mind?

Yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

Come on, sucker. Let's get it on.

You want to fight?

You want to fight?

Well, then come on, goddamn it.

I'ma beat the shit out of your old ass
in this motherfucker too.

Yeah, yeah.

You wanna punch people in their eyes,
right, bitch?

That all you got?

You didn't think
it was gonna be like that.

Now I'll blast
your motherfucking teeth out.

Nigger, you hit like a bitch.

You're a little slower
than you thought, ain't you, huh?

Yeah. I punch like a bitch, huh?

Okay, I punch-- I punch like a bitch?

Say good night to this bitch right now.

You're going to have to learn

to respect me.

Goddamn.

And the next time...

you accuse me of stealing,
I'm gonna kick your ass again.

You crazy bitch.

Damn.

You wanna hit people with garbage cans.

Now I got to cut you.

Vera, put that razor away.

I ain't playing no more.
Put that fucking razor away,

or I'ma blow your goddamn pinkie toe off.

Now you're gonna shoot me
in my pinkie toe.

I'm not playing with you.

I will blow that little black, gnarled,

crusty, dead motherfucker
the fuck off your foot.

Now put the razor away!

You must be crazy to pull your gun on me.

You gonna be the nine-toe-havingest,
limpingest bitch in Harlem

if you don't stop fucking with me.
Put the razor away.

Well, go ahead. Shoot. Here it is.

There it is. Shoot. Quick, go ahead.

Take your best shot.

Goddamn, boy.

You didn't have to shoot
that old lady in the foot, man.

Sugar, she was trying to kill me.

She wasn't trying to kill you.
She was just trying to scare you.

That's bullshit. The bitch pulled a razor
and was gonna cut me with it.

I usually kill somebody
over some shit like that.

I don't even want
to talk about it no more.

- Vera whipped your ass.
- Fuck you, man.

And if you hadn't had that gun,
she'd still be whipping your ass.

Y'all laugh at the wrong shit.

He shot me in my pinkie toe.

I'm gonna put what's left
of my foot in your ass.

I'm gonna kill him, Sugar.

- Be careful taking her out of here.
- I'ma kill him!

- Just relax.
- If I could get up from here...

Vera, we're gonna find your toe.

- I'm gonna kill you!
- You gotta stop overreacting.

- Overreacting?
- Yes.

- Ben, get your old ass in the car.
- Man, fuck you.

Next time you fight somebody,
pick on somebody your own size.

Get in there.

Good night, guys. Take it easy.

Good night, Sugar.

It it ain't got that swing

It don't mean a thing
All you got to do is sing

Hello, Raymond. How you doing?

My name is Sergeant Phil Cantone.

What are you doing in my place?

Well, I needed to speak with you, Ray.

I know you wouldn't want me standing
around outside in this neighborhood.

I mean, a fellow could get hurt
around here.

And please, put the gun down, Ray.

Colored guys with guns make me nervous.

So...

So you got a nice house here, Ray.
Real nice.

So, Sergeant Cantone,

how can I help you?

Jesus, that's a beautiful suit.

What is that, Macy's?

No. This is tailor-made to fit.

If you want my tailor's number,
I'll be glad to give it to you.

No, I buy off the rack.

- No, get out of here.
- Yeah.

I mean, your clothes,
they fit you so well.

That's funny.

I mean, that's really funny.

My clothes fit me well, huh?

You used to be a nightclub comic
or something?

No. Owned a candy store for 20 years.

Candy business?

Twenty years.

Are you serious?

Twenty years.

Well, that's strange

'cause somebody told me
that you run an after-hours place

called Club Sugar Ray's.

Hottest spot in Harlem.

Yeah, told me you can gamble,
drink, fuck, dance.

Fuck and dance in my place?

You can do anything there.
They told me you own the place.

- Aren't you that Sugar Ray?
- No, that's not me, man.

Well, look, I'm sorry.
I'm in the wrong place.

I thought you were a different Sugar Ray.

It's a candy business, huh?

That's just great.

You live in a great place like this

and wear tailor-made suits
from selling candy.

Candy business is something else.

I'll say.

Must not be a nigger in the street
with a healthy tooth in his mouth.

Oh, well.

I'll see you later, Ray.

Hey.

You know, maybe I should go
in the candy business too.

I mean, I like to wear nice clothes
and live in a great place like this,

and I know a lot about candy too.

You looking for a partner, Ray?

No, I don't think so.

I mean, Sugar Phil's candy store.

I like that.

Maybe I'm just dreaming, Ray.

I'm a cop, for Christ's sake.

I'll see you later, Ray.

I bet you will.

Shit.

But why would Bugsy Calhoune
even care about your place

when he owns almost every
after-hours spot in the city?

I don't know.
Maybe he wants to own them all.

We're gonna have to relocate. I know that.

But why do we have to relocate?

Baby, I don't want to leave New York.

I don't either,

but Calhoune ain't the type you fuck with.

Hey, it's the champ!

Hey, champ, how's it going, man?

Hey, next week you knock that boy out.

Hey, Sugar man!

- How you doing?
- How you doing, champ?

Hey, champ. What's going on?

Hello, gentlemen.

Lady.

- How's everybody doing this evening?
- We doing fine, champ.

You ready for next week?

Ready?

Hell, yeah.

I'm ready.

Hey, I'ma have a lot of money on you, man.

Well...

you...

you get ready to be a rich nigger,

you see, 'cause...

'cause...

come next week,

I...

I'm knocking somebody the fuck out.

- You understand what I'm saying?
- Understand now.

It took a while, but I got it.

Well, you peoples enjoy your meals.

Come on, babies.

- Bye, champ.
- Take care, champ.

That nigger's gonna kill that white boy.
I saw him fight 33 rounds once.

You know, a lot of people think
that white boy got a shot.

He got a shot-- in his ass.

Hey, we're gonna make a killing
with those 3-to-1 odds.

Everybody that's white and got money
is gonna put it on that white boy to win.

Yeah. You know,
that's where it's at, the gambling.

If we make that move,
we should concentrate on that.

You know, give up the joy houses,
after-hours spots,

concentrate on gambling.

You know, this move shit,
I think we're jumping the gun on that.

All we got is Smalls coming by the club,
we got a cop in the apartment,

and we already got our bags packed.

We don't even know
if that cop works for Calhoune.

He's right.
Maybe it's all just a coincidence.

And besides, leaving New York,
that should be the last thing we do.

I ain't afraid of going up
against Smalls or Calhoune.

That's because you're young.

You're full of vigor and life,
and a little ignorant, I might add.

You're not thinking about Calhoune.

He can kill you
by snapping his fucking fingers.

Man, fuck Calhoune.

You know what?
You gotta slow down, man.

We're in the very small leagues here.
Very small.

It's a big world outside of Sugar Hill
you don't even know anything about.

But I do know this:

When the majors wanna play
where you're playing,

you just pack up and move.

Hey, Sugar, that's bullshit.

Why the fuck should we build the market up
just so somebody can take it over?

Especially when all this shit is illegal.

I'm just not afraid of Calhoune.
I got a fucking gun too.

You got a gun. He's got a gun.
His boys got guns.

Cops got guns.

He's even got judges on his payroll.

I mean, don't that make you feel
a little uncomfortable?

I know you're supposed to
be a bad motherfucker,

but there's a hundred guns against you
out in the street with one gun.

That's got to change something
in your mind.

It's not how many people you shoot,

it's who you shoot.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

You're still worrying about the club.

No, I'm thinking about Quick.

I mean, he's so damn hotheaded.

Everything I say to him
doesn't mean nothing.

Baby.

He's young.

He's gonna calm down.

He's confused or something.

He's so damn ambitious.

Well,

baby, you know...

nothing wrong with ambition.

It is in the wrong circles.

So...

Sugar Ray,

are we gonna talk about your son
all night,

or are you gonna make love to me?

Why don't we make love,

then talk about my son in the morning?

Well...

what if we made love all night?

And then made love all morning?

And all afternoon?

What if we made love real hard
for 35 minutes,

then drop off into a deep,
coma-like sleep?

Meet me halfway.

I'll give it a shot.

- I knew it. I knew it.
- Knew what?

I knew that girl had it for me.
Look what I got in the mail.

"Dear Mr. Quick,

I couldn't help but acknowledge
the obvious electric attraction

between the two of us." Huh?

"Perhaps we should have dinner and talk.
Please respond. Evergreen 2-0304."

Signed, "Truly, Miss Dominique La Rue."

See? That girl coming by here

had nothing to do with that cop
that came by your apartment.

She made Smalls bring her
so she could meet me.

She probably seen me up on the boulevard
at the picture show, wanted to meet me.

Quick, I asked you
not to mess with that woman.

Sugar, she came after me.

Besides, we don't know
if she's still down with Calhoune.

Least I'ma do is find out.

Dominique La Rue.
Where did she get that French name?

She's Creole.

You don't want to mess around
with them Creole women.

You fuck around
and get a root put on your ass.

What's a root?

It's like a voodoo curse.
All them Creole girls know how to do it.

Get out of here.

No, man, he's not lying.
He's serious.

What's the name of that guy
had the voodoo curse put on him?

Wallace Walcott.

He was messin' around with a Creole girl
and played her dirty,

and she put voodoo on him.

Shit, his dick shrunk up
the size of a cocktail weenie.

No, it didn't. That's bullshit.

You guys got to get out of the jungle
with that witchcraft jazz, man.

Just don't like her, Quick.

Look, all I wanna do is find out
if she's still down with Calhoune.

As far as the witchcraft stuff goes,
that's y'all's thing.

And they can bury your drawers
in the yard,

and you can't leave the house either.

Yeah!

Bury your drawers in the yard?

Yeah, the whole place.

- Hey, hey, Sugar.
- Oh, Sandman.

What was the number today?

- 304.
- 304?

- Yes.
- Man, goddamn it!

That's the third time
they slapped my number.

- We'll take care of it.
- Somebody gonna take care of my money.

- You take care of my money.
- I'll take care of it.

Third time I done hit.

- What's wrong with the brother?
- He lost the numbers.

So how'd it go?
Was she still with Calhoune?

I don't know. I'm still working on it.

She wouldn't talk about it
on the telephone.

- Look like we're doing good tonight, huh?
- Doing great. Look.

Damn.

Till a couple seconds ago.

Who's that?

That's the cop I was telling you about,
came by my house.

Hey, Ray.

The candy man.

Hello, Sergeant Cantone.

I'd like you to meet a friend of mine,
Mr. Quick.

Quick, like in fast?

Quick like in
"Quick to whip somebody's ass."

You mean like "you might get
your ass whipped" Quick.

I haven't had my ass whipped in a while.
Probably been, like, 1911.

Yeah, that's when the doctor
slapped you on the ass.

Yes.
That's the last ass-whipping I recall.

I'm looking for him.

Well, stick around.

I'm kind of mad at you, Ray.

Why you mad at me?

Well, you lied to me, Ray.

You told me you were
in the candy business,

and it turns out that you're
the Ray I was looking for.

Gonna take me in for that? Arrest me?

Nah, I ain't gonna arrest you.

I want to talk business with you.

Where can we talk?

My office.

Well, where's your office?

Back here.

Okay, Ray, here's the deal.

I got a call from a friend of mine
by the name of Bugsy Calhoune.

He told me you're sitting
on a little gold mine here.

Now, don't get me wrong.

I know there's always gonna be
after-hour places.

And we pretty much leave them alone
when the money's not that significant,

but you guys are doing
about ten, 15,000 a week.

I mean, that's a lot of money.

And, to be perfectly honest,

Mr. Calhoune and myself want some of it.

How much money you talking about,
you maggot motherfucker?

Well, you guys are doing 15,000 a week.

Let's say our cut is 10,000.

You're robbing us, you son of a bitch.

No, no, no.
You're robbing the system, Ray.

What do you want, sympathy from me?
You're criminals, for Christ's sake.

And I think it's a pretty fair deal.

I wanted more,

but Bugsy said it was fair.

I mean, he's a real softy, Bugsy.

I mean, if it was up to me,

I'd give you jigs
just enough money to function.

So when I see you guys
with the fancy suits

and cars and nice houses,

and I'm living in a fucking hovel!

I mean, that bothers me.

So, what do you say, Ray?
We got a deal or what?

Can we get back to you?

No.

I'll get back to you.

Ray,

would you mind if I take
a box of chocolate hearts?

It's my wife's birthday.

Help yourself.

Anything you want.

Thanks.

I want you to round everyone up
and be at my house in an hour.

Hey, man, we can't let this motherfucker
just come in here and do this.

Don't tell me we're gonna run.

We got to, but before we do,

we're gonna kick him in the nuts.

Well, Calhoune can kiss my ass

because me and my girls,
we ain't giving him shit.

- I say we oughta relocate.
- That's easy to say.

A lot of y'all got families
or you can't just up and relocate.

As much as I hear
you motherfuckers complain,

ain't nobody can get by
on a third of what you've been gettin'.

So, fellas, I got a plan
that we can all make some heavy money.

If everything works out the way I plan it,

you'll have $50,000 apiece.

And then with that
you can relocate, you know.

Go legit if you want to.

Open your own business.

Hey, Sugar,
how we gonna make $50,000 apiece?

Everybody knows
the big fight is this week.

- That's right.
- Yeah?

There's gonna be three-quarters
of a million dollars

in the booking houses by Friday.

That sounds like Bugsy Calhoune's
gonna make a lot of money.

I mean, he owns all the booking houses
in the city except ours.

So how we going to make $50,000?

We gonna rob Bugsy Calhoune.

Sugar, we don't have the muscle
to fight him.

How we gonna take
this motherfucker's money?

Listen to me.

If everything goes the way I plan it to,

we'll be one day gone
by the time he realizes he's been hit.

And another thing we gotta do
is get all the cash we can

and put it on that white boy to win.

Man, Jenkins is gonna kill that boy.

Exactly. And Calhoune knows
we know Jenkins.

So he'll figure if he sees us betting
on the white boy,

we talked Jenkins
into taking a little dive, you know,

so we can have some extra money
when we relocate.

Oh, I get it.

He puts his money with the other money,
so it don't make no difference who wins.

We're hitting all the money.

Sugar, you're a sweet, smart motherfucker.

You guys with me?

- I'm with you.
- Yeah.

- We'll see y'all tomorrow then.
- All right.

- Good night.
- Fifty thousand dollars.

Wow! That's a crowd of money.

Quick, I just want to
talk to you a minute.

Hey, Vera, wait a minute.
I want to talk to you.

You know, it might not be a bad idea
if you talked to Tommy Smalls tomorrow.

Meet with Tommy Smalls for what?

Well, he can't be as big a tom
as they say, man.

I mean, you loosen him up a little bit,

maybe he'll tell you
something about Cantone.

I don't know, Sugar.
You think Smalls is that stupid?

I know he's that stupid.

Sergeant Phil Cantone.

- Are you with this gentleman?
- No, I'm not.

It's nice to meet you.

Come on, Tommy. Tommy, come on.

Hey, Tommy, come on.

Tommy. Come on, Tommy.

Goddamn it, man!
What the fuck is going on here?

- Are you awake now?
- Hell, yeah, I'm awake!

Now tell me
what the fuck is going on here.

- You all right?
- I'm all right and I'm awake!

Now will you tell me what's going on?

What the hell you punch me for?
I ought to jack you up.

It's time to pay the piper, Tommy.

What piper?
What the fuck you talking about, man?

For the five grand you lifted last month,
that's what we're talking about.

Five who that lifted what?

Look, hey, wait, wait, wait.

I don't know what the fuck
y'all talking about.

If there's a problem,
we can talk to Calhoune

and get this shit straightened out.

I already spoke to Mr. Calhoune.

He wanted me to tell you how pissed off
he was at you for stealing from him.

I ain't stole shit.
That's what I'm trying to tell you!

And, yeah, there's--
There's one other thing.

Bugsy said I was supposed
to cut his throat.

Then cut it.

It's done. Our friend's a memory.

But, you know,
the strangest thing just happened.

What's that?

One of Sugar Ray's people
just put $200,000 bet on the fight.

It's nothing. They're just trying
to pick up a little extra cash

'cause they know they gotta close down.

Don't worry.

Everybody knows
that jig is gonna kill Kirkpatrick.

Yeah, I know.

But they're not betting on Jenkins.

They're putting their money
on Kirkpatrick.

At 3-to-1,

they can make 600 grand if he wins.

Those sneaky bastards.
They put the fix on.

Jenkins is gonna throw the fight.

It makes sense.

Jesus.

Ain't that champ
a wonderful fucking human being?

So, what do you do now?

I don't see why they should be
the only one to benefit

from Mr. Jenkins' generosity.

I'm gonna put 500,000
on Kirkpatrick to win,

pick up a little extra cash myself.

It might not be a bad idea
if you scrape together whatever you got,

do the same thing.

You sure Smalls is up there?

Sometimes them buzzers
don't work that good.

My name is Quick.
I'm an old friend of his.

You think maybe I could go upstairs
and knock on the door?

Yo, Smalls!

Yo, Tommy! Your door's open!
It's Quick.

Hey, man, your door is open.

It's Quick.

Smalls!

Yo, Smalls!

Tommy.

Tommy.

Hey, man, you asleep?

Tommy!

Yo.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Holy shit.

Somebody fucked you up real bad, man.

I think I'm gonna leave

'cause you probably wanna
sit there by yourself, alone,

and think about who you pissed off.

So I'll let you have your space.
Excuse me.

Extra, extra! Get your paper.

Ain't that that nigger Quick?

Yeah, that's him.

What the hell is he doing,
coming out of my brother's house?

I don't know. Let's find out.

Miss La Rue, your guest has arrived.

- Hello, Mr. Quick.
- How are you?

I'd like you to meet Mr. Bugsy Calhoune
and his assistant, Joseph Leoni.

Please, have a seat.

John, sorry I'm late.

Those flowers and candy,
they're for me?

No, I had brought them for the lady.

Well, give them to her, for Christ's sake.
She loves flowers and candy.

- Thank you.
- So how's business, Mr. Quick?

- Excuse me?
- Business. Over at Sugar Ray's.

Business is all right.

All right?
I hear you guys are going great.

Dominique tells me your place
was packed Monday night.

Nobody does business on a Monday.
Your place was packed on a fucking Monday.

You must be doing great.
What do you move, 15, 20,000 a week?

I don't know about all that shit.
I just-- I don't do the books.

Come on, come on.
You're the one that built the club up.

You're telling me you don't see the books?

That would be pretty stupid, Mr. Quick.

Well, I trust my partner Ray.

In this business,
you never trust anybody.

Everybody in this business is a criminal.
How you gonna trust a criminal?

Hey, this is too deep for me.
I think I'm gonna go home.

Wait a second. Wait a second.
What's your rush?

Here. Have some wine.

By the way, Mr. Quick,

did a Sergeant Phil Cantone
come by your place the other day?

Yeah, he came by.

He told you about my business proposition?

He told us about an offer you made.

I wouldn't exactly call that shit
a business proposition.

It was business, Quick.

I don't make offers,
I make business propositions.

I've got a very good one for you.

I want you to come and work for me
at the Pitty Pat Club.

I want you to run it with Dominique here.

- I don't think so.
- There's a lot of money in it for you.

I mean, after Sugar Ray
starts paying us off,

your cut's not gonna be
what it used to be.

I could really use you at the Pitty Pat.

You could turn it into a really hot spot.

You understand your people.
You know how to run a club.

Mr. Quick,

it would be an advantage to all of us

if you were to join
Mr. Calhoune's organization.

You motherfuckers are incredible.

I can't believe you'd call me
down here and have me--

Look, this is very nice,
but no, thanks. I'm sorry.

Mr. Quick, there's no reason
for you to get upset.

- I'm not upset.
- All I want you to do is think this over.

- There's nothing to think about.
- Miss La Rue will be in touch.

Joe, do me a favor.
Show Mr. Quick to his car.

Joe, you don't have to show
Mr. Quick no place.

I found my way in, I can find my way out.

Thank you, but no, thanks.

Tell me, what do you think of Mr. Quick?

- What do you mean?
- You know.

Do you like him?

Do you think he's someone
you might want to...

fuck?

Yes.

Good.

Good.

- Here you are, my dear.
- Thanks.

Let's kill that bastard now, man.

Let's do it for Tommy.

What the hell is this shit about?

He killed my brother, man.

It's all right. We'll get him.
I know it hurts.

He messed with the wrong nigger's brother.

Quick is mine.

Pull up to his bumper.
We'll blow his head off.

Damn! I think I broke my nose. Look!

Junior, you okay? Junior! Junior!

Oh, shit! Junior deader
than a motherfucker.

You shot Junior in the back of the head!

It was a mistake, man.
Sid, pull up next to that motherfucker.

- Oh, shit!
- Shut up! It was a mistake.

Damn! Junior's dead.

- It was an accident. Junior, I'm sorry.
- Oh, shit!

- I'm sorry, Junior.
- Oh, fuck!

Get that motherfucker now!

- Junior!
- I'm sorry, Junior, I am.

- Oh, shit!
- Shut the fuck up!

- You're always crying, motherfucker.
- You heard what he said! Catch up to him!

Catch him! Catch up to him!
Come on! Come on!

You made me kill Junior!

You ain't shit! You're dead, motherfucker!

- Pull over.
- I'ma kill you!

I'ma get you! I'ma get you!

I'ma get you, motherfucker!

We ain't gonna take this lying down!

Oh, Lord Jesus!

Fuck!

Stop the car! Stop the fucking car!

- Stop the car!
- Shit!

Sneaky motherfucker. Let's get him!

Quick!

I'ma kill you, Quick!

You made me shoot one of my boys
in the back of the head.

And I know you had something to do
with what happened to my brother, Quick.

Yo, man, I don't know
what you're talking about!

That's bullshit, man.
You know what I'm talking about.

You broke my nose, man.

Yo, man, I'ma say it one more time.

I don't know
what the fuck y'all talking about,

and I suggest you all let me go on my way.

Oh, really?

Oh, really?

I suggest you kiss my ass, Quick!

Only way you're going home is shot,
motherfucker!

What the hell you think you're doing
with that little shit?

Stop it! Stop it!

Don't shoot
that little motherfucker no more.

Fuck this.

Asshole.

Hey, Sugar.
Quick just pulled up in a cab.

In a cab?
What the hell's he doing in a cab?

- Hey. What's up, man?
- Hey, there he is!

Mr. Quick, what you doing riding in a cab?

- You know that ain't your style.
- I had a little fender bender.

You all right?

Yeah. I just need a couple seconds
to get my head together.

So, what did you find out
about Calhoune's girlfriend?

You know, man,
I don't know what I just found out.

How we going
with the rest of this stuff?

Sugar.

Right.

Yeah. Thanks, man. I'll get back at you.

The same gentleman
that made the pickup last year

is gonna make it this year.

Mr. Richie Vento.

Vera, I want you to put somebody on him.

- All right, Sugar.
- You got a girl who can turn him out?

I have got a girl whose pussy is so good,

if you threw it up in the air,
it would turn into sunshine.

Well, I don't want to meet her.

I do.

Well, put her on him.

Yeah. Who is it?

Just a moment.

Dominique La Rue.

That voodoo bitch.

Hello.

Yeah, I can meet with you.
Just you, right?

Okay.

Give me a half hour.

Yeah.

All right.

Do come in, Mr. Quick.

Very nice. Very impressive.

Very impressive.

Is your real name Quick?

Excuse me?

Is Quick your real name?

No.

No. My name's not Quick.

My real name is--
No one's asked me that.

My real name is... Don't laugh....is Vernest.

You're laughing.
My name's Vernest Brown,

and I kind of go by the name Quick

because Vernest Brown is a fucked-up name,
and I'd like to change the subject.

- Can I have a seat, please?
- Of course.

This-- Very beautiful house.

It doesn't belong to me.
It belongs to Mr. Calhoune.

I stay here from time to time.

So it's true what they say
about you and Calhoune?

And what is that, Mr. Quick?

You know, they say that...

They say that you give Calhoune...

stuff.

I work for Mr. Calhoune.

What kind of work do you do?

Whatever's required.

And your interest in me,

is that business
or is that a personal interest?

Both.

I'd like to go upstairs.

Are you coming?

Oh, that's cute.

I thought I was the only person
who slept with his guns under the pillow.

Look at her little gun.

Oh, it's so adorable.

We got so much in common.
This is so cute.

It's cute.

Hey!

What are you doing in there?

Come here.

You are unbelievable.

So are you, Vernest Brown.

You're the only person
that can call me Vernest Brown

and make it sound good.

The only person that can call me
Vernest Brown and get away with it.

I got a question.

You know what we was just doing?

Was that...

Was that... work?

Well, I know work was being done.
I know I was working.

I was doing serious--

I was working, but was that work for you
or was that personal?

Both.

It was personal for me and...

business for Mr. Calhoune.

Is Mr. Calhoune here?

I thought I felt another hand on my ass
a few seconds ago.

I just thought you was going crazy,

but I guess he's under the bed
grabbing asses.

No, he's not here.

Well, where is he?

You needn't worry about him.
He's not going to come here.

He's with his wife.

Bugsy is married?
The man is married too?

I've been trying to figure this out
about you since I first laid eyes on you.

Why would a woman as fine as you
be interested in a big, fat, greasy,

bloated, stinking,
gelatin-ass motherfucker?

What's the attraction to this man?
Plus, he's married too. What is that?

He's a very brilliant man,
and he's taught me a lot.

Oh, really?

A lot about what?

Like about the business.

What about the business?

That you can't trust anybody.

Everybody in the business

is a criminal.

And how can you ever trust a criminal?

So that's what this is about.

You're supposed to kill me?

Yes.

And you would make love to me first,

then shoot me?

I'm sorry, Vernest.

It's only business.

This is personal.

What the fuck's the matter with you?

I bring you to a decent place and all you
do is look at all the other guys but me.

I ain't looking at every guy.

Well, pay some attention to me, will ya?
I'm your date, remember?

You ain't got enough anything
for me to mess with you.

- I what?
- Oh, you heard me.

I'm gonna get myself a real man.

Yeah? Well, I got enough sense
to get the fuck away from you.

Buy your own drinks from now on.

I tell you, Richie, that girl's been
staring over here ever since she came in.

She wants something.

Why did she get rid of that guy?
That's what I wanna know.

She wants us, man.
She wants the three of us, Richie.

- You think so?
- Nah, she looks too classy for that.

She's fucking beautiful.

I tell you, theoretically,
I don't usually look at colored women,

but she's fucking gorgeous there.

Richie. Richie, get a load of this.
She is smiling at you.

Yo, Richie.

The lady at the end of the bar
would like to buy you a drink.

I told you! I told you she was hot.
She wants to fuck.

What she say about us?
She gonna buy us a drink too?

Sorry, pal. She only said this gentleman.

Richie, you lucky bastard.

All right, listen,

tell the lady I'll accept her offer
if she'll come sit with me.

You got it.

Oh, geez, Richie. Geez.

You're in, Richie. You're in.

- Go get 'em, tiger.
- Leave me alone when I'm in, will ya?

I'll tell you when I'm in. I'll call you
at home. Get out of here, both of ya.

- You're my hero, man.
- You're drivin' me crazy. Get out of here.

- Come on.
- Come on, man. Come on.

Did you notice me watching you?

No, I can't say I did there.

Well, I was.

You see, I'm new in town,
and I haven't any friends,

and you look quite friendly.

Would you like to be my friend?

Well, lookit...

Sure, I'd like to be my friend--
I mean, be your friend.

My name is Richie.

Richie Vento.

And what's your name, darling there?

Sunshine.

Yes, goddamn it, I'm coming!

Okay.

I'm coming.

Jesus.

Just a minute!

- How was your date?
- I killed her.

Tore the pussy up, huh?

No, man. I killed her.

What the fuck you talking about?

I shot her, man.

Was the pussy that bad, man?

No! She was trying to kill me.

That's the only reason she was on me
in the first place.

Calhoune tried to use her to take me out.

The motherfucker tried twice tonight.

What else happened?

They tried to make fucking Smalls' people
think that I fingered Smalls.

Smalls' people tried to snuff me out
after I had dinner with Dominique,

which turned out to be
a goddamn invitation

from Calhoune to join his gang.

Why didn't you tell me this earlier?

Because I was putting
all this shit together.

That fat motherfucker's trying to kill me.

He ain't getting no third chance though
'cause now I'm looking for his ass.

Listen, why don't you be cool?
Sit down. Don't be stupid.

- Let's figure out what you're gonna do.
- I know what the fuck I'ma do.

I ain't no punk.
You try to kill me, I kill you.

All right,
but punk has nothing to do with it.

- Sit your ass down.
- Why I got to sit down?

Sit the fuck down, man.

It's not about being a punk, okay?

Quick, you're not a gangster.
We're not.

We're club owners.
We run a dance hall.

Calhoune, he's a coldhearted killer.

He'll have your ass killed.

Now, the man probably doesn't know
about La Rue yet.

But in the morning,
he's gonna want you really dead.

So, we got to find a place
where we can lay low

till we can run the scam and split.

You telling me I should hide?

No, I'm telling you you're gonna hide.

You don't hide, Quick,
they're gonna kill you.

I'm not gonna let that happen to you.
I didn't come this far with you

so you could prove
you ain't no punk and die.

What they gonna put on your tombstone?
"Here lies a man, 27 years old.

He died, but he ain't no punk."

Hey, man, that's bullshit, okay?

You know, when you die when you're 89,

got your children and your grandchildren
around the bed, that's cool.

It ain't cool to die at 27.

I'm not gonna let you do that to yourself.

I'm not gonna let you do it to me.

'Cause they kill you,
they gonna have to kill me,

'cause I'm gonna kill them.

All right, everybody,
this is a fucking raid!

Anybody try to leave,
I pump one in your ass.

- Stay back there, stay back.
- Everybody's under arrest.

And, please, cooperate
with the arresting officers

so we get this one done
as quickly and easily as possible.

Band, ho!

Play some traveling music.

Everybody's going downtown
on the "A" Train.

Motherfucker.

Jack Jenkins!

Jack Jenkins,
the heavyweight champion of the world.

Is that Jack? I can't believe it.

What the-- What are you doing here?

Jack, you're the heavyweight champion
of the world.

I mean, my kids love you. I love you.
I mean, everybody I know loves you.

You're the champ!
What the hell you doing here?

Now, you're supposed to be in training.
You gonna be ready for the fight?

I'll b--

I'll be fine.

You'll b-be fine.

Sugar, let's go talk in the office.
Can Jack come? Huh?

Come on, Jack. Come on, come on.
The heavyweight champ.

Jack, can I have your autograph?

I d--

I d-don't...

sign autographs.

Oh, sure you do, Jack,

or you'll go downtown
with the rest of the jigs,

and you'll miss your fight.

Who I make this out to?

Make it out to my good friend Phil.

Ray, I'm not gonna take you down tonight,

'cause I want you to try and find out
where your friend, Quick, is for me.

But your place is closed down.

Hey, Jack, Phil starts with a P, not an F.

Hey, what difference
does it make, right?

As long as you keep knocking
them out, right, Jack? J-J-J-Jack.

He's a good kid.

If you hear anything,
you let me know, okay?

P--

Punk mo--

m-moth--

I know.

Evening paper! Read all about it.

Y-You n-need a r-r-r...

r-r-r...

r-r-r...

No. I think I got one of those tonight.

Why don't you go home
and get some sleep, champ?

You know, get a cab.
You need your rest, you know.

Yeah.

O-O-Okay, man.

T-T-T-T-T...

T-T-T-T-T-T-T...

Taxi!

Here you go, champ.

Take it easy, okay?

Good night.

Hi, Mr. Calhoune.

How you doing?

How's things going?

Get in, Ray.

Hi.

Where's your boy, Quick?

Quick's got nerves problems.

I mean, shit,
people been trying to kill him, you know.

So I let him off a few days to relax.

Quick's nerves are fucked up
from people trying to kill him.

I personally know that Quick killed
at least four people last night,

one of whom happened to be
a very pretty young girl that I know.

Now...

you wouldn't know anything about that,
would you, Ray?

Quick? K--

No.

Quick?

Oh, man, no.

Where'd you hear that?

I hear a lot of things, Ray.

A lot of things.

I hear you guys are ruining my business
with your club.

Then I hear that you don't want
to go into business with me.

You know, I hear all these things, Ray,

and I start to add them up,
and you know what I come up with?

No?

- No. No.
- You don't?

I come up with a smart old man
who's been in this game

long enough to know when his run
is finished and it's time to leave.

I come up with a dumb, young,
hothead son of a bitch

who thinks he's tough
and may want to start some shit

instead of just letting things
take their natural course.

That's what I come up with, Ray.

A young, dumb fuck

who's gonna fuck around
and make it two less jigs in the world.

One old and one young.

Now, when you see Quick,

I suggest you guys
make plans to go elsewhere,

'cause I'm tired of playing around
with you fucking jigs.

You get me?

Is that all?

What?

Is that all?

Yeah, Ray. Yeah.

I think that's all.

Good night.

Car 18, this is dispatch.
Suspect's address is...

I'd like to have
all those people on that list bailed out.

Car 26, this is dispatch.
Traffic accident...

There's 125 people on this list.

You posting bail for 125 people?

Is there a problem?

Just a minute.

There's some guy out there
who wants to post bail

on everybody we popped
at that after-hours joint.

- Well, who is he?
- I don't know.

- Some fancy colored guy.
- He's probably some nut.

Tell him how much it'll cost him.
He'll probably run off scared.

Okay, let's see.

125 on a Class A misdemeanor

will be about...

$7,500.

$7,500?

Yeah, $7,500.

Give me a receipt.

I'm sorry about the inconvenience.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Thanks, Sugar.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Kiss my entire ass.

Quick, you should have seen it.

Thirty limousines filled with niggas
driving off into the sunset.

Them white boys didn't know
what to do with themselves.

Well, you know we can't open up

'cause they'll bust us every night
behind that shit.

And dig this, in every limousine,
there was a box of candy--

There was a box of candy and a note,

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

Good Lord, you're a cool,
sweet motherfucker, Sugar.

I love to see shit like that.

You love seeing anything,
you blind motherfucker.

What you got to eat?
I'm hungry as hell.

Why don't you go look?
I got a couple of cans of hash in there.

Fix me some hash and eggs.

Y'all want something?

- Coffee.
- I'm okay.

You get your little narrow ass
off the arm of that sofa.

So everybody's looking for me, huh?

Yeah. We be out of here soon enough,

do our thing, and then we step.

How's Sunshine doing
on that pickup man?

He proposed to her four times already.

Said he would leave his wife and kids
and convert from Catholic to Baptist.

You know that's some mean pussy
to make a man change gods.

Bennie, where's the hash?

In the middle cabinet on the third shelf.

That's not hash. It's tuna fish.

Well, shit, make some tuna, then.

You got to do something
about them eyes, Bennie.

You got my mouth all ready
for hash and eggs,

and you ain't got no hash.

You can't keep fucking with me that way.

Bitch, please.

Bitch, please, my ass.

Fat bitch.

- Do you want a sandwich?
- If it's not too much trouble.

Don't get smart with me, Bennie.
He's the dumbest ass in captivity.

Get on my nerves.

Did you apologize to her yet
for shooting her in the foot?

What?

Did you ever apologize to her?

Sugar, I thought that whole thing
was supposed to be forgotten about.

I know she said that,

but I think she still was a little hurt.

She still is.

I know she don't show it much,
but deep down inside,

she's a sweet old woman.

Bennie, why did you put this orange juice
in the refrigerator

with just a swallow left in the container?

Vera, why don't you
leave me the hell alone?

But that don't make no sense.

You should have just finished it.

Don't put it back in the refrigerator
with just a swallow in the container.

I get my mouth all set
for some orange juice,

and it's just a swallow in the container.

Well, swallow it and shut the fuck up!

You blind motherfucker.

You fat bitch!

You should go talk to her
and tell her you're sorry.

Fat bitch.

Yeah, you should.

Go ahead.

You want a sandwich, Quick?

No...

I'm okay.

You okay?

Yeah, I just can't stand
a lot of silly shit.

Now, why wouldn't he finish this?

That's just dumb.

You know, Vera...

I never said I'm sorry to nobody
for nothing that I did,

but...

I wish what happened
never happened and...

I appreciate everything
you've done for me.

And...

I'm sorry.

Well, you just take your sorry ass
on back in there

and tell Sugar to send somebody
to get some orange juice.

I love you too.

Little old boy.

I love that little old boy.

I think I'm falling in love with you.

Oh, Richie.

No, I'm serious.

Nobody's ever made me feel
the way you make me feel.

When can I see you again?

Well...

I'll be free after the fight
tomorrow night.

That'd be-- No.

Tomorrow night's bad.
I got something to do.

All night?

Between 8:00 and 10:00.

Well...

Why don't you do what you have to do...

and then after you finish...

you come back, and you pick me up.

Wait. I forgot.

I'm finished with my work at 9:30.

That means I have to stand outside
in the cold

for half an hour
with all that stuff in my bag.

What stuff?

What do you do anyway?

Well, every month,
I do a numbers pickup at one place,

and I drop it off at another the next day,

and I get paid for it.

You're a pickup girl?

I knew you'd hate me.

- I should just leave.
- Hey, listen, don't be ridic--

Someday I'm gonna tell you what I do.

And we're both gonna sit back
and laugh about this.

Yeah.

I'm so glad you're not angry.

You know, I really shouldn't stand outside

on that corner for half an hour
with all that stuff in my bag.

I think we should just
get together another time.

No, you listen. Now,

where you gonna be
tomorrow night at 9:30?

Well, my pickup is on Lenox Avenue.

All right. Tomorrow night at 9:30,

I'm gonna pick you up
at Lenox and 110th Street.

And what about what you had to do
between 8:00 and 10:00?

You don't worry about it.
I'll pick you up along the way.

- Oh, Richie. Oh, Richie.
- Okay, okay.

You make me so happy.

And you know what I do,
and you still wanna see me?

- Yeah.
- Oh, Richie.

You know, I have to admit,

when we first met,
I was intimidated by you.

- You were?
- And when we made love,

I held back.

- You did?
- But now...

Now that I've opened up
and I've told you the truth about myself,

I just want to be completely free
to do any and everything you want me to.

Oh, God.

I'll see you tomorrow?

Yes.

Lenox and 110th.

Yes.

I'll be there.

You bet.

Richie?

I think I'm falling in love with you.

Yeah, get me Hollycourt 55377.

Hello, it's Daddy.

Hey, darling, put Mommy on the phone.

Yeah, Barbara, it's Richie.

Yeah, lookit, I ain't never
coming home no more. Take it easy.

Yeah.

And then the son of a bitch
had cars chauffeur everybody home.

What about Quick? Anybody see him?

No, nobody's seen him
on the street at all,

but he'll show up eventually.

But for the time being,
Sugar Ray's is closed down.

For the time being?

I want it closed permanently.

All right, stand back. Stand back.

Where's the fire? What's it look like?

Ladies and gentlemen,

now for the main event.

Fighting out of Ireland,

weighing in at 250 pounds,

the Irish Ironman...

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.

All right, you men received
your instructions in the dressing room.

I want a nice, clean fight.

Shake hands and come out fighting.

D-D-D-Don't take
this ass-whipping personally.

There's the bell
for the start of round one.

Come on. Come on.

It don't look like he's trying
to throw this thing to me.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Come on, Willie. Move it.

Get him, champ!

Sunshine.

The challenger is definitely hurt.

He hits Jenkins with a hard right hand,
but Jenkins just laughs it off.

- Hello, darling there.
- Hey, sweet daddy.

That's a lot of numbers there, baby.

I know.
Throw them in the trunk for me, daddy.

I'll get that door.

Here.

- Here.
- Thanks, Richie.

You're welcome, baby.

Jenkins drives him back against the ropes.

He's got him
pinned against the ropes again.

He drives a hard right into his face.

Gee, I really missed you, sweet daddy.

I missed you too, sweet mommy.

You know, I got a big surprise--
What the fuck?

Oh, shit. What are you, fucking blind?

We've been in a fucking--

Jesus there, the fucking cops is coming.

All right. Take it easy. Just relax, huh?

Not tonight. Fuck me.

Yes, sir.

- Boy, are you in a lot of trouble.
- That light was green, Officer.

No, sir. It was red.

But running that red light
and crashing those people's car,

that's the least of your problems.

You know who you got in the car with you?

Who?

Lady Heroin.

We've been tracking her all night.

She put 40 pounds of smack in your trunk.

Heroin?

Step out of the car, please, sir.

- I don't know nothing about no heroin.
- You too, Miss Heroin.

So... Lady Heroin.

Finally got your ass, huh?
Got your boy too.

The both of you are going
to jail for a very long time.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I ain't her boy. I just met her this week.

I'm sorry, Richie.

Don't "sorry" me, okay?
Don't "sorry" with me.

- No, baby, I'm sorry.
- No, don't baby me either.

Just don't even look at me.

I'm in trouble here.
I'm dying in the street here.

You should have told me
your last name was Heroin.

Just because your name's Heroin don't
mean you have to go around sellin' it.

What have we got here, Officers?

- Lady Heroin and her boyfriend here.
- This guy?

Officers, can I speak to you privately
for a second?

What is this, confession?

Officers, this is our collar,
and we'll handle this.

Hey, relax, boy.

You're out of your territory,
so just cool it.

Come here.

Talk to me.

- You know Phil Cantone, right?
- Yeah, we work under him. Why?

Tell these jigs to get the fuck
out of here.

I'm doing a run for Bugsy,
for Christ's sake.

I don't know nothin' about no heroin.

Why the hell didn't you say something?

I did. I just did.

- Hogan.
- Yeah?

Take this girl and let this guy
go on about his business.

Hey, first of all,
this guy is an accessory,

- and what we're gonna do is--
- You're gonna do nothing.

Now, we'll take it from here.

Thank you very much, Officers.

All right. Take her.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Hey, thanks for the help there.

Yeah. Just get out of here
and stay out of trouble, okay?

The champion drives him back
against the ropes.

He's got him pinned
against the ropes again.

He's right above us,
driving hard lefts and rights.

What?

Fuck.

How you doing, boys?

It's real good to see you.

Say...

maybe you guys
can clear something up for me.

I mean,
I thought you guys might pull something.

That's why I followed Vento tonight.

And I gotta tell you,

the whole thing--

The whole thing was going pretty cute...

till some real boys showed up.

They spoiled it for you guys.

And you did the right thing, letting them
go and not trying to start any shit.

But the one thing I can't figure
for the life of me

is why the fuck you guys
would break into a bank

that's been closed for five years.

Why-- Why would you do that?

- May I?
- Please do.

Well,

we kind of figured, you know,

with Vento doing a pickup
as big as he's doing,

that Bugsy'd probably have
his number one boy tailing him.

That's you.

So...

And the cops that pulled us over, we...

I guess 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 kind of making a deposit.

Yeah.

- A deposit?
- Yeah.

No bullshit?

A deposit.

Now, what's that supposed to mean?

It means put down your gun.

We'll call the police on Monday
and let them know you're in here.

Hey, Ray, these things
don't have much air in them.

Well, Jimmy estimates that
there's a couple days of air in here.

Estimates, my ass.
Who the fuck is Jimmy?

What's he, a scientist?
He measures the fucking air?

Jimmy, was that the right calculation?

Yeah, give or take a couple hours.

There you go. Give or take an hour or two.

Hey, Sugar? I might see you again.

- Yeah, you might.
- Yeah, I might.

Good night.

Take very short breaths.

And you might, if your breathe like this...

But if you go... you're a dead motherfucker.

What is he, crazy?

I'm gonna put an end
to this Sugar Ray shit tonight.

Hey, what's with all the sad faces?

Give me my money,
get the fuck out of here.

- What's this?
- What?

Where's my money?

They took the wrong bag.

Who took the wrong bag?

I had an accident,
and the cops pulled me over.

What would the cops want with my money?

They thought it was heroin.

Heroin?

Richie, why would they think
it was heroin?

What the fuck are you talking about?

I had Lady Heroin in the car with me.

You see, I was falling in love with her.
I thought I was falling in love with her.

And she put 40 pounds of heroin
in the trunk with the money, you see?

And then I was going through
this green light that was red, you see?

And I had--

Jesus there, Mr. Calhoune, I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

What are you, fucking retarded?

No, no, it's gonna be okay.

You see, the two cops that took the money,
they was Cantone's guys.

How do you know that?

Well, there was four cops.
First, two jigs and two regular cops,

and they was Cantone's guys.

Mick, get Cantone on the phone.

Yeah, but, Bugs, it don't figure.

Why would they take your money
and leave the dope behind?

Why wouldn't they take
the heroin with them?

They made a mistake
and took the wrong bag.

You gave a million dollars of my money
to a couple of cops for a bag of heroin?

What are you, a fucking moron?

Yes.

This isn't heroin.

It's sugar.

Sugar?

That son of a bitch.

That goddamn son of a bitch.

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

It's a woman named Vera.
Says she works for Ray.

Clean up that mess.

- Let her in.
- All right.

Come in.

This way.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Calhoune,
but I didn't have nothing to do with it.

Please. Why don't you have a seat?

I wanted to warn you, Mr. Calhoune,

but that goddamn Sugar
would have killed me.

His son done already shot off
my pinkie toe, you know.

No. Is that right?

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

Walker. Vera Walker.

Mick. Mick, would you get Miss Walker
something to drink?

I didn't have nothing to do with it,
Mr. Calhoune.

I ain't no thief.

I'm an honest ho.
And all my hos is honest.

And we didn't want to have nothing to do
with this from the very beginning.

But they made us keep quiet.

I wanted to tell you, Mr. Calhoune,
but I didn't want no trouble.

And I knew they'd kill me.

All this just happened.

Maybe you could help us locate
Mr. Ray and Mr. Quick.

Well, they's over to Ray's,
but please, Mr. Calhoune,

don't tell them I told you where they was,
'cause I don't want no trouble.

I got nine good toes,
and I want to keep them.

I just want to go about my business.

I don't want nobody after me.

'Cause I'm an old woman, Mr. Calhoune,

and I can't stand all this fighting
and shooting and shit no more.

Tony, would you give Miss Walker
my phone number?

You have any problems,
all you have to do is call me.

Thank you so much, Mr. Calhoune.

And thank you too, sir.

And good night to y'all.

Please see Miss Walker out.

Get the car.

We're gonna pay Mr. Ray and Mr. Quick...

a visit.

Hey, boss.

This is Cantone's badge.

Let me see that.

What the hell is going on here?

Phil.

Phil!

Nobody touch anything.

I gotta figure this out.

I gotta figure out the right move.

It's a setup.

It's a fucking setup!

- Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Joey, don't--

Hey, let's get a move on, y'all,

before somebody come limping
through here looking for us!

Yeah, that's a good one, man.

Oh, no, man.

Never had that kind of money.

I want to thank you gentlemen very much.

- Thank you.
- Really appreciate it. Okay.

Don't spend it all in one place.

- All right. Take care, guys.
- Take care, guys. Thanks.

- Easy.
- Damn.

I'm sure gonna miss that place.

You know
we can't ever go back there again.

Man, there's other cities.

Find someplace else
to start all over again.

But there's no place like Harlem.

You ain't lying, Sugar.

Let me look at it one last time.

Don't waste your time.

Put your blind ass in the car.

I'm gonna kick your ass, Vera,
you keep talking to me like that.

Get in the car!

Somebody would think you was my woman.

Get your big ass out of my face.

So... where you wanna go, Pop?

I don't know, son,

but we got a tank full of gas
and a trunk full of money.

That sounds like a sweet combination.

Sweet as sugar.