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♪ Seven women in the palm of his hand

♪ Willie D.

♪ Got a woman for every man

♪ Willie D.

♪ It's magic,
the way he runs his game

♪ Ooh, Willie

♪ Never treating two girls the same

♪ Selling fantasies

♪ Buy what you please

♪ It's no different
from any other industry

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie D.

♪ Willie D.

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie D.

♪ Willie D.

♪ He's got to try to be number one

♪ No time for kindness
till his dream is done

♪ He's commercialised

♪ And he's selling lies

♪ Making so much money,
he can't be satisfied

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie D.

♪ Willie D.

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie D.

♪ Willie D.

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie

♪ Willie... ♪

'Today, more than ever before

'the operator of a small business
must combine

'a set of rare abilities.

'The first is aggressiveness.'

Now, listen here,
you jive-ass dude.

The price of meat
has gone up everywhere.

'Second, the ability
to make instantaneous decisions

'and find a challenge
in the face of adversity.

'Third,

'the desire to surmount any obstacle,
no matter how great...

'or small.'

'Excuse me.

'And so, in the oldest
and finest of our traditions,

'I take this moment
to salute that kind of loving effort

'that has made America's little business

'grow into America's big business.'

♪ Some say his business
is cold and a crime

♪ Willie D., Willie D.

♪ He's operating to cop your mind

♪ Willie D., Willie D.

♪ Silk and satin if you pay his price

♪ Yeah, Willie

♪ He'll set you up in his little paradise

♪ How can you lose

♪ The streets are so alive

♪ With so much sadness
he's got to survive

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie D.

♪ Willie D.

♪ Oh, Willie

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie D.

♪ Willie D.

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie

♪ Willie

♪ Willie D.

♪ Willie... ♪

Shit.

Willie, me and my little thing

gonna make you a millionaire.

Baby, you're late.

Where's Pashen'?

I got an important meeting.

She'll be here in a minute.
Give the girl a chance.

She ain't hardly been in the life.

Baby,

are you running these chicks or not?

Now, I told you to keep an eye on her.

Damn, Willie.

I ain't got but two pairs of everything.

What do you want me to do?

I thought you want what I want.

- Oh, you know that.
- We got something together or not?

You know it, Willie.

Maybe you're getting too old

for the responsibility
of being my bottom lady.

Maybe it's too heavy.

Oh, Willie! Oh, shit.
You know that ain't it.

Then what's happening?
Where is the bitch?

I'll get her.

Where have you been?

Get your arse in there
before Willie breaks something.

This ain't shit.

Call this production?

You ain't no West Side junkie bitch
making it on a garbage can.

I put you in the finest hotel
in New York

with over 2,000 plastic chumps

that got just one thing
on their dumb minds:

getting a piece of you.

- Willie, please listen.
- Listen shit!

I got this down, baby.

Seven girls out there.

Every ten minutes
one comes off the production line.

Like that. Dig it?

- Willie!
- Ten minutes.

Dig n.

This is a business, baby,

a production line.

And, just like GM, Ford, Chrysler,
Willie's coming through.

These threads:

silk, satin.

Why?

Because Willie's selling an idea.

You're making these chumps believe
they're getting the thrill of their lives.

You're not only burning the chump's body,
you're setting fire to his brain.

He's in the big town
on big business.

You got to make him feel
like he's balling the Statue of Liberty.

And the dream
that you and Willie's got...

...this ain't gonna take us
where we wanna go.

Remember.

I ain't playing.

This may be the number two spot
in the entire city, but dig it,

I aim to be number one.

Later.

First, bring me some scratch.

That's the seventh.

Virtue C to Applejack.

- Willie!
- Hey, man.

- How you doing?
- What's going on?

What's happening?

Go on, it's the best.

Try this.

Oh, that hurts so good, man.

That's the shit you remember
when you forget everything else.

I'm cool.

Woo! But I don't know how you do it.
Don't know how you do it, man.

Dudes are getting burnt
everywhere today.

I mean, and since the hearing
the cops want double sugar.

Well, you can't find
an honest one for shit.

Oh, man, and the bitches.

Ooh, man, them bitches is so freaky

they don't know
what they wanna do next.

Two-tone afros
and leather jumpsuits.

You know what
one of them bitches said to me?

"Would you pay for my silicone?"

Shit!

Man, I don't know
what they want from me.

I feed them and I clothe them
and I rejuvenate them.

That's inflation, baby.

Yeah!

You jiver!

Trouble is,
them pussies you running, Jack,

hey, they get any older, you're gonna
be taking down their social security.

Hey, now, do I have
to stand around here

and listen to them
insulting my wives?

I wanna deal
with a bigger insult, man.

The heat.

It's coming down hard
and we got to get our shit together.

Now, we always been loose.

Dealing off the turf
like it was never gonna run dry,

that ain't no business.

No other game
is run so disorganised.

Look around.

Everything that is taking care
of business is together, dig it?

Tight...

...and together.

Except us.

Right.

And now we're feeling the heat.

And the action's gonna get scarce
and the turf is gonna get hard.

What are you saying, Bell?
We've seen these times before.

Never so heavy as now.

I don't see any other way
other than to ride it out.

There is a way.

We organise.
Each of us gets his own tun'.

That way you can cool
all those strange freelance bitches.

And when the heat comes down,
all you do is cool it for a while.

Meanwhile business
is still going on elsewhere, dig?

Which takes care of you.

The johns don't panic

and we don't jam up on each other.

- How does it sit with you, Cyrus?
- I'm with you, Bell.

Top?

Milky Way?

Sugar?

Sweet.

Baylor?

Yeah.

Willie?

I can dig it.

The idea's fine.

But, one thing.

Who's gonna do the dividing?

Willie!

Willie!

The organisation votes.

Man, I thought we was all capitalists.

Free enterprise, you dig?

Now, this organisation
would kind of close that off.

I mean, in all respect
to your idea, Bell,

some dudes got big stables.
Does that mean they get more turf?

The organisation will see
that everyone is satisfied.

Then there's another problem.

My bitches.

You saying
you can't control your bitches?

What I'm saying is,

they deserve any area
they can control.

Well, I respect your ambition, Willie,
but you got to have vision.

Now, I run every kind of bitch,
every kind of place,

and I know one thing.

When it comes down on you,
you either collectivise

or you run,

like a solitary rat.

Maybe.

Let me lay it on you, Willie.

Alone, you always gonna have
to take the risk.

Your bitches will be pulled.
The man will never put his hand in.

You'll be crowded
and jammed up from every turn.

I like the competition.

And I can deal with any heat.

Also, you dig, the bitches I run

are selected to win.

I mean, I'm controlling some tough,
aggressive, mean-looking animals.

Now, can I tell them they can only run
in one part of the jungle?

I gotta split.

Be cool, men.

Hey, if it isn't Willie!

Hey, what's happening, fellas?

- Hey, man.
- Y'all got it.

Hey, damn,
gonna get me one of them.

You better start stealing
your mama's milk money.

Hey, Willie,
I saved your spot for you.

Hey, thanks.

You be extra careful
watching it tonight.

Anyone come messing with it,
you tell Willie.

Hello?

Willie?

It's Pashen.
She's been busted.

Damn! When?

- 'Hour ago.'
- OK.

Yeah, shit, I'll be right down.

- OK, OK.
- 'You sit tight. Stay out there.

- 'Keep doing business.'
- OK.

They towed it, Willie.

The cops come and towed it away
and it's not even a tow-away zone.

- I was watching.
- Shit.

I was stood right here, just looking,
and it went right on away.

I don't know what happened to it.

All I know is, it left.

Police Pier.

'Let's swing to more rhythm and blues
on your early morning music station.

'Have a good day, huh?'

Oh, my God!
What are you doing?

Come on.
Come on, now.

It's time for the most beautiful
assistant DA in the city of New York

to get his arse out the sack.

Damn it, Cora.

You...

You are merciless.

- Ten lousy more minutes.
- No.

No, no. I want you to get back
to your apartment

- so you can shower and shave...
- Yeah.

...spray on some sexy deodorant,

and then start painting
double-breasted pinstripes

all over your fine black body.

Why don't you move in with me, hm?

What, live in sin so you can get
ten more minutes of sleep?

All right, let's play another game.

It's called, um...

let's get married
and then move in with me.

Oh, sure, Bob, anything you say.

Can't you see me
being introduced to your father,

the first black Supreme Court judge
of Philadelphia?

"How did you meet her, son?"

"Oh, well, Dad, she was up
on two counts of possession

and loitering
for the purposes of prostitution.

"And I was prosecuting her."

Oh, come on, Cora.

You were also a model
before you decided to save the world.

I'm not trying to save the world.
I'm just trying to help a few girls.

How about helping me?

Try and understand this.

Right now I'm believable.

They know I've been through
everything they've been through.

The streets, the pimps,
the whole number.

Married to you, I'm fuzz.

I'm just another social worker
trying to reform the world

from... nine to five.

You can understand that.

Right now
all I can understand is this.

- Come on, Bob.
- Come on. Come on!

Come on, now. Stop it.

Are you crazy?

I said stop it.

Stop it now.

Stop!

- How you doing, Connie?
- It's doing. What can I tell you?

I can dig it.

What are you 'mo, honey'?
Coke'? Math'? Skag'?

You don't see no holes in me.

No, not yet.

- What are you? A cop?
- No, I'm not a cop.

Or one of them social workers
come to rehabilitate my nasty arse.

I got someone to take care of me.
You watch your own arse.

Well, unless he gets here real soon

you gonna be inside the Women's
House of Detention for a spell.

And they just love them young and pretty.
You're gonna be very popular.

You're so young, you'll have so many
girlfriends to keep you company.

All right, girls.

Oh, it's getting late.

What happens now?

You'll be arraigned.

If no one's out there to post bond
you'll go inside until your trial.

Maybe you stay six months,
maybe you stay longer.

Listen, bitch, what is your game?

Game?
I'm not into any game.

You want action,
I can get it for you.

No splits with anyone.

What do you mean?

You're young, you got style.
You could model.

You mean, sell my body
and pay taxes on it?

Listen to me,
you're getting a choice.

You're clean.

You could have a real life
without busts and horror-show johns.

There are no strings.

I can keep you going
until you get settled.

If you need help, you call me.

If I can help, fine. If I can't,
I will find someone who can.

That's the whole deal.

You think about it.

Maybe you'll have the time.

I'll be outside.

Just in case no one shows up.

47973.

Violation of Article 240

of the Criminal Code
of the State of New York.

Loitering with intent
to commit prostitution.

How do you plead?

Your Honour, I plead...

That depends.

Just a moment.

How do you plead?

That depends, Your Honour.

What?

This isn't her first offence, is it?

No, sir, the accused
has been convicted 43 times.

Is she represented by counsel?

I can't afford no counsel.

What do you think I should do?

I beg your pardon?

I ain't got no money for no bail or nothing,
like them other times.

I'm freelance now.

I can't spend
any more time on this case.

Either you will enter
a plea immediately

or I will hold you in contempt.

Guilty.

- What was that?
- That was "guilty", Your Honour.

All right. You may strike the rest.
Let me see the record.

In the light
of the defendant's past record,

I can only marvel
at her incredible stamina.

$250 and five days.

All y'all can kiss my big black arse!

Get that woman out of here
before I cite her for contempt.

17864.

Violation of Article 240

of the Criminal Code
of the State of New York.

Loitering with intent
to commit prostitution.

How do you plead?

Psst.

Is the accused represented?

May I have permission to speak
to Your Honour on the accused's behalf?

All right, Miss Williams,
you have permission.

I have been informed
that this is a first offence.

Therefore, on the entering
of a plea of guilty,

I shall parole the accused
into the custody of Miss Williams

for the period of one year.

What is the plea?

One moment, Your Honour.

Your Honour,

I represent the accused.

I am entering a plea of not guilty.

So says the accused?

Yes.

Very well. This case
will be held over to Part Five.

Bail is set in the amount of $2,000.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Oh, my God, Willie.
I never would...

Oh, Willie, I thought
I was gone for sure.

Oh, Willie, I was so scared.

Oh, Willie.

It's OK, baby.

You cool.

Do what you want.

I give you your release.
You're free.

Looking for work?

What does a pimp know
about work, hm?

Ouch.

Right in the heart
with a silver bullet.

Ooh.

It's Round One.

Who do I score it to?

You ain't seen nothing yet.

She cost you 2,000 bucks.

Figure it out.

She was busted at 1:30.
That's prime time.

Now you got
to make that production up.

And I got to add it to the overheads.

They were just there, Willie.

- It never happened to me before.
- Where were you?

In the prone position
where I was supposed to be.

I ain't no babysitter.

Besides, weren't supposed
to be no cops there.

I take care of that, bitch.

You just do your job.

What am I running here?

I give you prime, protected territory.

I set you down in a goldmine
and you blow it.

You put heat in that hotel

and you'll be back
walking Eighth Avenue for nickels.

See this?

This is what you put your heads into.
That's all.

This is the jive-ass fantasy

these clucks spend their lives
drooling over.

Now, study the way
they do their number

and you got the edge.

Was my man here with the clothes?

Let's see.

- Who are you?
- I ain't the Avon Lady, honey.

Hey!

Ah, cool it, cool it.
I'm not a cop.

Well, who are you?
Tell it quick.

I'm a friend of Pashen's.

No, she was at the court.

I told you, I'm not a cop.

OK, now.

Now, why doesn't everybody sit?

Ladies?

I said sit.

Hey, watch it!
That's a $40 bag.

You must be joking.
It's worth 20.

- How much?
- 12 a cap.

Six on Fourth and Columbus.

How much you pay for that? Hm?

- I'm telling nothing.
- Why not?

Willie's man sold it to us at cost.

45 bills.

I got one like it last year for 22.50.

And the wig?

- 35.
- 9.50, Gimbels.

Check it out.

What are you trying to prove?

Nothing, except you are the saddest
ripped-off bitches I have ever known.

Get it together.

You wear out your back,
you bring in the bread,

you feed Willie,
dress him like a king.

He's wearing mink

and you get rabbit.

He gets more than 90% to protect you,

but he can't keep the heat
away from himself.

You are being ripped off on everything.

Now, baby, I mean,
do what you wanna do.

I'm no preacher.
But do it for yourselves.

Organise.

You don't need Willie.

Didn't you know?

We liberated now.

Maybe we should form a union.

And why not?

We're not $10 prossies.

Our man is number one in New York.

You face it, honey,
he may be number one,

but to him you will always be...

...number two.

We must all get together

and do this again.

Sometime.

Come on, Willie, let's go.
Move it. Get out.

Come on, Willie.
Get up against the car.

Now, spread the legs.

All right, get in the car, Willie.

Take that car down the precinct.
Get in!

Hey, you want a lawsuit?

Name?

I want to know the charge.

Name.

I want to call my lawyer.

Name.

I was not advised
of my right to keep silent.

- Name.
- Or of my right to counsel.

Name.

This is unconstitutional.
I demand to know this charge.

Now, then.

Give us ten.

I'll give you 20.

Name? Spell it.

W- I-L-L-I-E

D- Y-N-A-M-I-T-E

E- E-E.

- The charge?
- Suspicion of armed robbery.

Armed robbery?

It's a felony,
$100 from a Puerto Rican grocer.

$100?

Have you flipped or something?

- $100?
- You fit the description.

I fit the description?

A man in a brown coat.

A brown coat?

This is lamb.

I paid over a grand for it.

OK, he's been booked.
He's in the bull pen.

Call me when you're ready.

Did you read the paper?

There's an article here
on the Muslims.

What do you want, Celli?

Me?

All I want to do is retire.

I'm thinking about you.

Naturally.

What is it?

Are you orthodox or what?

Or what?

What I mean is,
according to this,

you gonna have to leave the force or be...

Excommunicated?

Is that what you're talking about?

Tell me, Celli,

you're a good Catholic.

You know, turn the other cheek,
do unto others, all men are brothers,

all that stuff...

Well.

When are they gonna
excommunicate you?

We're ready for you.

All right, turn right.

Lamb, this is lamb!

It was parked in front of the precinct.

It's a tow-away zone.

Shit.

How's tricks, Willie?

I hope you got a warrant because
what you're doing is unconstitutional.

Now, don't get excited, Willie.

We can search
if we got a reasonable suspicion

that you're carrying something
that could get you into trouble.

You had my car towed here
and then you made the search?

How's that gonna look?

I wanna call my lawyer.

Up! Get 'em up!

Spread and lean.

Don't forget to measure my in-seam.

Ooh.

Hey, go easy on Willie.
He's tender.

You know he works with women all day?
You know how it is.

The ones you can eat with a spoon.

Hey, come on, take it easy.
Take it easy.

Willie's got to answer some questions.
We don't wanna harm his sexy voice.

You recognise her?
She OD'd last night.

You killed her, scum.

Not my style.

You hooked her good
and used her.

Then you dropped her
for the stable you got now.

Never hooked her on anything.

Am I responsible for what happens
when they leave me?

I told you, not Willie's style.

I operate with class.

You used her,
body, mind and soul. Pimp!

And left a dead hulk
where a woman used to be.

Why all the concern
over a used-up junkie?

She your sister?

Yeah, Willie, she's my sister.

She's your sister, too.

What do you want, cops?

All I wanna do is retire.

- What's this heat gonna cost me?
- What did you have in mind?

Charge me.

Nothing.

It's all right, son.

Son?

Watch it.

That's slander.

Now,

that's search without a warrant,

unlawful detention,

false arrest,

threat and use of force,

police brutality,

and I'm a minority group.

Wait till I call NAACP.

Hell, Willie's a clever boy, Pointer.

Son of a bitch memorised
every one of those statutes.

I just watch "lr0nside".

- It's Pashen. They busted her again.
- When? She wasn't even working.

She went down for cigarettes
and they just took her off the street.

They busted the bitch again.
Get her out.

I don't care if it is Saturday.
Get her out!

How much?

Why, you son of a bitch. I ought to
report you to the Bar Association.

Willie, some of the girls are worried.

They saw cops in the building.

Nobody worries.
There's nothing to worry about.

- Did you ever have to sweat the cops?
- No, but there was a woman here.

- What woman?
- She said she was a friend of Pashen's.

I don't know if she was a cop
or someone else,

but she told the girls
they were being ripped off,

they were paying over on everything
and the split was too small.

You get the girls to work.
I'll be there later, same as always.

And I'll crack the first one who panics.

Come on, come on, come on.

Let him in, then call the police.

Listen here, bitch.

Mr Dynamite. Surprise!

I catch you messing around
with my women, I'll cut you down.

Oh, you have
such a charming way of rapping.

What kind of shit is this anyway?

Just say, I'm a kind of a
consumer protection agency,

a sort of a Ralph Nader for hookers.

So you listen to me,
Mr Willie Dynamite.

I'm declaring war on you.

You dig it?

I'm gonna make you number one
minus one which equals zero.

Now, you got 30 seconds
to get out of here.

Bullshit.

- You got the police on the line?
- Mm-hm.

Good.

Tell them he's armed
and preparing to rape us.

Rape you?

You think the cops will buy that?

I'd rather rape a watermelon.

Ten seconds and I start screaming.

You're on notice, bitch.

Dig it?

Notice.

I met her in here about a year ago.
Now she's making 20,000 a year.

It's nice.

I can make five times that.

I know.

She's up for her first movie.

It's funny.

What's funny?

I think you're prettier.

Ooh, that's a nice ring.

- Who gave that to you?
- Willie.

When you have something with a man,
you don't play.

20 grand a year?
We can make that in one month.

We produce, like that,
every ten minutes. You dig?

When you are out there,

I mean really out there,

your head is on top, flying.

Maybe 500 bills of leather on my body.

And being dug, I mean really dug,
I swear it, I feel like I'm something else,

something no $10 flat-back whore
ever dreams of.

I'm something else, dig it?

You can't touch it.

And when they touch you,

how do you...
how do you handle that?

- Hm?
- I can make it.

It's just getting past that one second.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Yeah, you can make it.

Ain't nothing to it, right?

How would you know?
How would you know anything?

Listen, I had something bigger and worse
to carry around than Willie.

I had something to feed in me makes
Willie look like a gospel-singing angel.

My guts were on fire 24 hours a day.

I sold everything I owned,
everyone I knew, loved, ever cared for.

I mean, there was nothing I wouldn't sell,
nothing I wouldn't do for that.

- Leave me alone.
- Yeah, sure, I'll leave you alone.

I'll leave you all alone.

Say, you got a smoke?

Oh, you ain't stuff,
you're just a whore,

like the rest of us in here.

I'll leave the magazine.

Just in case you want something to read.

- Willie!
- Hey.

You got trouble.

Aunt Emma is inside
along with Uncle Ford.

Uh-oh, I got trouble.

Time to face the dinosaurs.

Mama, Willie brought you something.

Well, say something, Emma.

Oh, it's a beauty!

Mama, give Willie a kiss for it.

That boy don't need no kisses from me.

Well, aren't you gonna try it on, Mama?

I'll try it on later.

Now, will you finish
so we can all get to dinner?

A man in Willie's position
should be donating 10% of his incomes

to the Church.

Charity is a commandment
of the Lord.

What the Lord want with Willie's money?

He got all those rich white folks
to get to first.

You can't be neglecting the Church
and be doing right.

Ambition can destroy a man.
Bear witness.

Being in business for yourself,
that ain't easy.

Things ain't always steady,
are they, Willie?

Steady? No.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Oh, my goodness!

Didn't you say something
about an album they was recording?

An album?

Oh, sure, the album.

As their agent you get 10%,

then you should give 10% to the Lord.

Well, I for one would like
to see them in action.

Oh, oh!

Willie, do they ever do benefits?

Er...

I'm sure they perform
every chance they get, don't they, Willie?

They better.

- Who is it?
- Room service.

- We didn't order anything.
- Compliments of the management, sir.

Oh, did you see that?

Exposing himself,
right out here in the hall!

♪ Some say his business
is cold and a crime

♪ Willie D.

♪ He's operating to cop your mind... I

Good morning, Willie.

♪ Willie D.

♪ Silk and satin if you pay his price

♪ Yeah, Willie

♪ He'll set you up
in his little paradise

- ♪ How can you lose?
- Morning, Willie.

♪ The streets are so alive

♪ With so much sadness
he's got to survive

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie D.

♪ Oh, Willie

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie D.

♪ Willie

♪ Oh, Willie

♪ Willie

♪ Willie ♪

Bob,

I went to Willie's apartment.

Was it fun?

Well, he didn't exactly invite me.

You mean I'm going to have to have you
indicted for breaking and entering?

I found bank books
and a payment ledger.

I copied most of the numbers
and the names of the banks.

What can I do with it?

You can't indict someone
for having money in the bank.

But it's from illegal sources, isn't it?

- Prove it.
- I don't understand.

Willie has no other source of income
except the money he gets from those girls.

Couldn't we prove that?

It would be almost impossible
to connect it.

- Well, then, there's nothing we can do?
- I didn't say that.

I have a friend who probably would...

find this very interesting.

I want to see him finished,

wiped out.

My feeling is,
you're not the only one.

All right, he's clean.

You're a hard man to reach,
Willie Dynamite.

I wanna rap.

Go right ahead.

The heat is irresistible, Willie.

It's hitting the fan right and left.

I'm talking about
your survival now, Willie.

That's mighty decent of you, Bell.

Because I'm always thinking
about your survival too.

You're wasting prime time, Willie.

You can't hold what you claim.

It'll cool down.

I don't think so, Willie.

No.

I don't think so.

Take a little rest, Willie.

You can always come back.

Sure, Bell.

I can always come back.

Better still, Willie,

I wanna show you a new area
you can work while you're lying low.

Start up, Willie.

Where are we going?

You know the Bronx,
don't you, Willie?

You, get out!

Lie down in the gutter.

Pray I don't run you over.

Now, Bell,

climb over like when you was a kid.

Nice and slow.

Now, get down, Bell. Down!

That's it, Bell.

This way now
if we have an accident

you won't get no whiplash.

Shut the door.

Laces.

Welcome to the Bronx.

Willie!

Willie! Willie!

Don't get up on my account.

Crawl.

Out.

He wanted us to go with Bell!

Good. Here you go, baby.
Come on, that's it.

Getting the flow.
Right, feel it.

Yes, that's it, that's it.

Ha-ha! That's all right.

Come on, come on.
Stick with it.

That's it. Oh, beautiful!

Here you go.
I hope we can sell you.

Willie's here, baby.

It's all right.

All right.

They can't touch me.

It's OK, baby.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Ain't nobody gonna hurt you.

No more, Willie.

I don't want it anymore.

What's the matter, baby?

I want out of the life, Willie.
I don't want it anymore.

That bitch been rapping to you?

I knew it!

Listen to me.

What happened to us?

To our plan together?

You're Willie's woman.

- No one else.
- No, Willie.

No more.
I can't do it anymore.

You listen to me, baby.
Ain't Willie been good to you?

- Didn't I buy you everything you wanted?
- Willie, please!

Please don't make me go anymore.

Remember the way it was before, baby?

When Willie found you?

- Remember the stink and the roaches?
- Willie, please!

Remember the junkies,
what they did to you, baby?

- Willie...
- How they wanted to do you?

Please listen to me.

Remember how Willie
took you out of it, baby,

- brought you to live here?
- Listen to me!

Remember Willie's dream.

How Willie's gonna be number one.

And all of you are gonna share in it.

Willie needs you now, baby,

like you needed him before,
remember?

Willie needs you.

You're his woman.

Not like the others.
You know that.

You know how special
Willie thinks you are.

You're Willie's woman.

Willie's woman?

My woman.

Oh, Willie.

Make it right.

Please make it right.

Fantastic.

Go get Willie.

What is this jive-time shit?

_ I b eg your pardQn? ' Eve!

Split, dog.

You don't own nothing.
This is our property.

L- I... b-beg... beg your pardon.

You are walking on Willie's territory.

He ain't shit.

I beg your pardons,
I think we've changed our minds.

I said walk, chick.

I don't take orders
from nobody but my old man.

Er, see you later, girls.
We're not in the mood now anyway.

Get back here, you faggot.

Let me out of here.

This way, officer. Over there.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry, but your accounts
have been frozen.

What did you say?

Weren't you notified?

You're under investigation
by the Internal Revenue Service

for income tax evasion.

No, I don't want no witnesses.

Hey, watch out!
Watch out!

Look out.

What the fuck is going on?

Catch you later.

The tenement.

'The tenement next to the alley
on St Mark's.'

Maybe I should have shot you.
They call it mercy killing.

Ain't but one other apartment
still got anybody living here.

Rodriguez on the top floor.

And one young guy,
but he hardly ever comes here.

He's right above me.

Stop or I'll shoot.

Since no bail has been posted
in the directed amount,

I remand those arraigned to the
Women's House of Detention pending trial.

All rise.

Just do what we say, baby,
and you won't get hurt.

- Where the hell you goin' with that shit?
- She doesn't want you.

Where do you think you're taking her?
Nobody cuts out on Willie Dynamite.

Look, you bastard.

Look!

Get me something.
I need something.

Sure, Willie.

Anything you say.

I got just what you need
right now, Willie.

Goodbye, Willie.

Dynamite?

I found a little coke
in your place, Willie.

You won't need this.

Look what I found, Willie.

Who would want to hurt you, Willie?

And why didn't you report it to us?

You know we're interested
in your welfare.

Over.

Unzip.

Slow.

Very slow.

At this range I get
two birds with one stone.

Looks like some friends got here
before we did, Willie.

Willie, was that real mink?

That's a shame.

My ex-wife would have dug that.

- What have we got?
- Possession.

Use of narcotic implements.

Carrying a concealed weapon.

Three counts.

It won't stick.

No way.

Oh, Willie.

I know it doesn't sound like much.

But, you see, Pointer here is going
to find something better,

sooner or later.

Ouch!

Hey!

Hey, man! Hey!

Hey, man! What...

Hey, that's my car, man.
What are you doing?

Cut that shit out!

Hey, man.
That's some darn shit.

Why don't you stop them?
See what they're doing to my car?

Make them cut that shit out.
Hey, man!

Why don't you cut that shit out?

You're gonna need this.

Boston's cold at night.

And my friend Celia
is a fresh air freak.

Always leaving
the bedroom windows wide open.

Husband's always catching pneumonia
at the weirdest places.

You want something to drink?

Coke?

Beer?

Hold on.

Guess who's up
for arraignment tomorrow?

An old friend of yours.

What do you want from me?

I'll call you back.

I thought you wanted
to see him destroyed.

Don't you wanna be in at the kill?

I thought you hated him.

Yes, I wanted to destroy what he was.

But hate him?

No.

I don't hate him.

Really?

Is this the Cora Williams
we all love and admire?

You sound like...

...you're sorry.

This is the low-life pimp
we are talking about, remember?

The scum we wanted to bring down.

We should be out celebrating.

I gotta go back inside.

Does that mean you won't be there?

We're gonna fix it.

You wait and see.

We're gonna fix it.

You're gonna be just as beautiful
as you ever were.

78234.

The State of New York
against William Andrew Short,

alias Willie Dynamite,

for violation of Article 220

of the Criminal Code
of the State of New York.

Possession of narcotic implements.

The accused wishes to know
if there was a warrant for legal entry.

The accused pleads not guilty
to the charge.

I make bail in the amount of $20,000.

The accused claims
this is a first offence, Your Honour.

Your Honour, the accused
is a notorious procurer.

While technically it has no...

ls the accused represented by counsel?

No, sir.

And this is a first offence
of a narcotics indictment?

Yes, sir, it is.

The accused must be represented.

We'll hold over until 2:30.
See that he gets legal aid.

As to the matter of the warrant,

will the District Attorney
please see me in chambers?

Yes, sir.

He'll be out by tomorrow.

- Are you Willie's mother?
- Yes.

- Are you all right?
- Mm-hm.

You must be a friend of Willie's.

What's gonna happen now?

Well, um...

they'll get Willie a lawyer.

Maybe they can lower the bail.

Are these courtroom lawyers any good?

It's really up to the judge.

You know so much.

Isn't there something you can do?

I don't know.

Mama!

Mama?

Call an ambulance.

♪ This moment

♪ Seems like it will never end

♪ Never end

♪ You can't face the day

♪ When did this pain begin?

♪ Pain begin

♪ King Midas

♪ Your own memory

♪ You can't trust

♪ When everything you touch

♪ Turns to dust

♪ Things never last, my friend

♪ Oh, never

♪ No matter the cost

♪ If you had one more wish

♪ One more wish

♪ You'd never regain

♪ The things you lost... ♪

Now...

Now, hey, hey, hey...

Hey, Will...

Hey, Willie. Don't, man. God.
Willie, hey.

Willie!

Don't shoot!

Willie! Willie!

Willie! Willie!

Willie! Willie! Willie!

"Willie!"

Your mother's in the hospital, Willie.

Your mother's in the hospital.
Do you hear me?

"Willie!"

"Willie!"

Your mother's dying, Willie.

Number one, baby.

You listen to me.
You listen to me.

Listen to me, your mother is dying.
Do you hear me, Willie?

Listen, her heart's giving out.
She's calling for you, Willie.

She don't know no better.

Go on, you bum.

You pimp-

Go on, kill me.
You're only good against a woman.

Hit me, Willie.
Hit me! Kill me!

I don't know anymore.

They don't know how long.

It's Willie, Mama.

Willie.

Can you hear me?

Mama,

please,

understand.

I wanted you to have everything.

Mama?

Please.

I'm sorry.

Willie? Willie!

Oh, my...

0h. my God!

Willie?

- Willie, listen to me.
- Get away.

- Stop, Willie.
- Get away!

Willie, where are you going?
What are you gonna do?

Jesus.

Jesus!

Let's go to my place, huh?

Coffee?

I guess I was wild from the start.
You know the kind?

Had to try it all before I was 15.

I was turning on before I was 20.

No one could hold me.

We know the life, don't we, Willie?

How do you make someone
who hasn't been there know it?

Better, how do you keep
someone who has from going back?

Is that what you're afraid of?

I don't know.

Sure, I'm afraid of it.

I live in fear of it
every day of my life.

I feel like I'm walking
on the edge of something.

Any second I could...
I could fall off.

Hm.

And... you want me
to live like that?

No.

No, we're different.

You're ambitious.
You'd get what you want.

Am I being reformed,

social worker?

I got a few cuts and bruises.

But remember,

everything heals.

Even Pashen and Honey?

Willie?

Willie, please don't hate me
for what I've done to you.

It's over.

This is for Pashen.

I want you to see
she's like before.

Make it right.

Hey, mister.
That your car they're towing?

No.

Not anymore.

♪ When darkness sends shadows
round your feet

♪ And the emotion ends in stumbling

♪ And the moonlight shows
only half the face

♪ Of the sign that spells dead end

♪ And autumn has peeled
the green away

♪ And left your soul brown and crumbling

♪ Don't you know you got
to keep on moving on

♪ Keep on moving on

♪ Keep on keeping on

♪ Nothing can ease your mind

♪ And you've got no place to hide

♪ You got no place to hide

♪ And the wind whispers fears
you've never heard

♪ Tearing at your pride

♪ And all your dreams are made of sand

♪ You better wipe the dust from your eyes

♪ Don't you know you got
to keep on moving on

♪ Keep on moving on

♪ Keep on keeping on

♪ You got to keep on moving on

♪ Keep on moving on

♪ You got to keep on keeping on ♪