Harlem Nights Page #5

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See you later.

I bet you will.

Sh*t.

Why would Calhoune

care about your place

when he owns almost

every after-hours spot in the city?

I don't know, maybe he wants more.

We're going to have to relocate,

I know that.

Why do we have to relocate?

I don't want to leave New York.

I don't either, but Calhoune

ain't the type you f*** with.

Hey, it's the champ!

Next week you knock that boy out!

Hey, Sugar Ray!

- How you doing, Champ?

- What's going on?

Hello, gentlemen... ladies.

- How is everybody doing?

- Fine. You ready for next week?

Ready? Yeah.

I'm ready.

I'm betting a lot of money on you.

Well...

...you get ready to be a rich n*gger.

You see, 'cause...

...come next week...

...l'm knocking somebody

the f*** out.

- You understand what I'm saying?

- I understand now.

It took a while, but I got it.

Well, you people enjoy your meal.

Come on, babies.

Take care, Champ.

That n*gger's going to kill that white boy.

I saw him fight 33 rounds.

A lot of people think

that white boy got a shot.

He's got a shot. In his ass.

We'll make a killing with those odds.

All the white people

will bet on that white boy.

Gambling is where it's at. If we move,

we should concentrate on that.

Give up the joy houses and after-hours

spots. Concentrate on gambling.

About this move,

we're jumping the gun.

Smalls comes here and a cop

visits the apartment. So we pack up?

- We don't know if he's with Calhoune.

- It could all be coincidence.

Leaving New York

is the last thing we should do.

I ain't afraid of Smalls or Calhoune.

That's because you're young and full

of vigour and life... and a little ignorant.

Calhoune can kill you

by snapping his f***ing fingers.

Oh, man, f*** Calhoune.

You know, you have to slow down.

We're in the very small leagues here.

Very small.

It's a big world outside Sugar Hill.

You know nothing about it.

I do know this, when the majors want

to play where you're playing, you move.

That's bullshit. Why should we build

the market up for somebody else?

It's all illegal anyway. I'm not afraid

of Calhoune. I have a gun, too.

You got a gun, he's got one.

His boys and his cops got guns.

He has judges on his payroll.

Don't you feel a little uncomfortable?

You are a bad motherf***er. But that's

a hundred guns against your gun.

That's got to change something

in your mind.

It's not how many people you shoot,

it's who you shoot.

I got to go to the bathroom.

Are you still worrying about the club?

No, I'm thinking about Quick.

He's so damn hot-headed.

Everything I say to him means nothing.

Baby.

He's young. He's going to calm down.

He's... confused or something.

He's so damn ambitious.

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