Harlem Nights Page #4

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off your foot. Put the razor away!

You must be crazy

to pull your gun on me.

You'll be the biggest limping b*tch

in Harlem if you don't stop. Put it away.

Go ahead, shoot.

Here it is. Shoot, Quick.

Take your best shot.

- You didn't have to shoot her.

- She was trying to kill me.

She was trying to scare you.

That b*tch was going

to cut me with a razor.

I usually kill over something like that.

I don't want to talk about it.

Vera whipped your ass.

If you hadn't had that gun,

she'd still be doing it.

You laugh at the wrong sh*t.

He shot my pinkie toe. I'm gonna put

my foot in your ass. I'll kill him.

Be careful taking her out of here.

Don't kill anyone, just relax.

Vera, we're going to find your toe.

You've got to stop overreacting.

- Overreacting?

- Yes.

- Get your old ass in the car.

- F*** you.

Next time you fight,

pick on somebody your own size.

- Goodnight, guys. Take it easy.

- Goodnight, Sugar.

Hello, Raymond. How are you doing?

My name is Sergeant Phil Cantone.

- What are you doing in my place?

- I needed to speak with you, Ray.

You wouldn't want me standing around

in this neighbourhood.

A fellow could get hurt.

And please, put the gun down, Ray.

Coloured guys with guns

make me nervous.

So, you have 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?

This is tailor-made. If you want

my tailor's number, I can give...

No. No, I buy off the rack.

No, get out of here.

Your clothes, they fit you so well.

That's funny.

I mean, that's really funny.

My clothes fit me well?

Did you used to be a nightclub comic?

No, I owned a candy store.

For 20 years.

- The candy business?

- 20 years.

- Are you serious?

- 20 years.

Well, that's strange.

Because somebody told me you run

an after-hours club, 'Club Sugar Ray's'.

Hottest spot in Harlem. They told me

you can gamble, drink, f***, dance.

F*** and dance at my place?

You can do anyhing there.

Aren't you that Sugar Ray?

No, that's not me.

I'm sorry. I'm in the wrong place.

I thought you were that Sugar Ray.

The candy business? That's great.

You live in a great place and wear

tailor-made suits from selling candy.

The candy business is something else.

I'll say. There can't be a n*gger

with a healthy tooth in his mouth.

Oh, well... I'll see you later, Ray.

You know, maybe I should

go into the candy business, too.

I'd like to wear nice clothes

and live in a place like this.

I know a lot about candy.

Are you looking for a partner, Ray?

No, I don't think so.

'Sugar Phil's Candy Store'.

I like that!

Maybe I'm just dreaming, Ray.

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

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