Cotton Comes to Harlem Page #3

Uh, how many shares of the back to

africa, inc. Would you buy, captain?

That's impertinent.

The hell it is!

One more word out of you, and

I'll run you right off the lot.

We've been trying to teach

white folks all our lives.

School's over.

Let's go look for lo boy

at junkies' paradise.

Damn it, anderson. Who's in

charge of this investigation,

you or them?

You've gotta understand

ed and digger, sir.

I understand those two,

all right.

Too quick

with their fists,

too flip with their talk,

too fast with their guns.

They're two damn black maniacs

on a powder keg,

and you're

letting them run wild.

Ed and digger, they have their own

special way of dealing with things up here.

And if they find something

kinky on reverend o'malley,

I've gotta respect it.

Sister!

Yes?

Good afternoon, sister.

And what kind of trick are you trying

to play on me, you old uncle tom?

Ain't no trick, ma'am.

I'm just trying to get this

bale of cotton onto my cart.

Cotton?

Yes, ma'am.

And I was just wonderin'

if some good, nice-lookin',

strong christian lady like

you wouldn't give me a hand.

I am a christian.

That's why I don't take a

stick and knock your teeth out.

All of you trying

to steal my money!

Tryin' to steal

your money?

Yes! Trickers! That's what

you are. Every one of you!

Why, you old fool!

Don't you think

I got sense enough to know

there ain't no such thing as

a bale of cotton in harlem?

Hmmph!

Ed:
That damn bryce

chewin' my ass out.

Dumb anderson

didn't say a word.

Well, he's got his own

mortgage to worry about.

I oughta quit this job.

All right, now,

suppose you do quit.

Suppose you tell 'em to

take the badge and shove it.

Who's gonna

pay your mortgage?

You.

Mm-mm!

Not me, baby.

You quit, I quit.

Then who'll protect the black

folks from the white folks?

Who's gonna protect the

black folks from themselves?

I'm sick of this. Gotta be at

death's door. I'm tired of this jazz.

God damn.

Aah!

When did you turn japanese?

Come on.

You know the position.

Come on,

spread your legs back.

Finally

got it together.

We plan

to keep it that way.

This ain't no shooting gallery

no more. This is swahili class.

So why don't you guys

take your business and split?

Io boy.

Early riser's partner.

We want him.

Is he on swahili, too?

If that's who you want,

why don't you check reba's?

Where'd you learn them

dirty swahili words?

Ask your mama.

How long you gonna

keep this up, copper?

Till it's over, sister.

It's been 4 hours now, and I'm

just sick of lookin' at you.

You are really

one ugly child.

I mean,

it's really too bad

'cause, um...

if you wasn't,

we could, uh,

spend the time, you

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