Black Sun Page #2

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Monk is dead.

I can't hold him anymore.

Knock it off.

Jazz and n*ggers suck!

Who can listen to that crap?

He finally lost his mind.

Did you guys hear

about that darky Gil?

Yeah, we're waiting to see

if he shows up here.

Idiots! He'll mow you all down

with his machine gun.

Listen -

excuse me, sir -

we respect black men.

We love them.

Are you in love with them too?

Yes.

How will you talk to him

when you don't know English?

Don't be an idiot.

It's heart to heart.

We're on the same wavelength.

Wavelength?

You'll just get yourselves killed.

What are you doing?

What's all this about?

Put your hands up or he'll kill you.

Getting scared?

Be quiet.

This is ridiculous.

What's going on?

You're ruining my business.

MONK'S GRAVE

Glory to the Lotus Sutra,

glory to Amitabha Buddha...

You're kind of a softie, aren't you?

Pervert!

- Now I'm horny.

Stay here tonight.

I'm expensive.

You got any money?

Sure. Come on.

All right! Let's go!

Liar! You're broke!

You can have this jalopy.

It's stolen.

I don't wanna get arrested.

Time for a drive!

Piece of junk!

Watch it!

That must hurt.

Come on, let me help you.

Don't be so stubborn.

Let me hold this.

You moron!

Why can't you understand?

Fine. You're the boss.

Don't look for pity.

There's nothing for you to eat!

Stop it, you idiot!

Okay, I'll get some food.

Damn you!

Drop dead!

Bastard!

Damn you!

The hell with this!

The lead's poisoning you.

And that drain channel you were in -

people piss and sh*t in there, you know.

A knife?

I ain't got no knife!

What's your problem?

Oh God.

What a load of crap!

Shut up! I live here.

I'll do whatever I want.

You bastard!

You're the f***in' worst!

You don't like jazz.

You can't play the trumpet.

You can't even sing!

You're no Negro.

You're a slave. An ox!

A dumb, useless ox!

All you've got is that gun.

You're nothing without it,

you coward!

Fight with your bare fists.

I'll knock you flat.

You can stand there all day.

It's Good Night, Sweetheart" for me.

God, you smell putrid!

Don't move!

Shout all you want.

Try giving me orders now.

What's wrong?

Helpless without this?

Don't look at me like that, slave.

Don't just stand there.

Put on a record.

Do it!

Put on a record!

Not that one.

That one over there!

Careful or I'll blow

your nappy head off.

Come on, sing!

Give me that crucifix.

That one.

It's kind of cool.

I've had my eye on it.

No?

You see this? Hand it over!

Don't move!

Sit down.

Sit down, I said.

Holy sh*t! This is cool.

Amazing.

Hey! What's going on?

What was that?

You idiot!

Watch that!

What is it, Officer?

- Be more careful.

- Will do. Sorry.

Thanks.

Son of a b*tch!

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