Harlem Nights Page #6

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Baby, you know...

- There's nothing wrong with ambition.

- It is in the wrong circles.

Sugar Ray.

Are we going to talk

about your son all night?

Or are you going to make love to me?

Why don't we make love...

...and talk about my son

in the morning?

Well...

What if we made love all night...

...and then made love all morning?

And all afternoon?

What if we made love real hard

for 35 minutes

and drop off

into a deep coma-like sleep?

Meet me halfway.

I'll give it a shot.

I knew it. I knew it!

That girl the other night mailed me this.

'Dear Mr Quick, I couldn't help but

acknowledge our mutual attraction.'

'Perhaps we should have dinner

and talk. Please respond, EV2-0304.'

'Truly, Miss Dominique La Rue.'

See, that girl had nothing to do

with that cop.

She made Smalls bring her here

so she could meet me.

- I said not to mess with her.

- She came after me.

We don't know if she's still

with Calhoune. I can find out.

- Where did she get that French name?

- She's Creole.

Don't mess with Creole women.

They can put a root on your ass.

- What's a root?

- It's a voodoo curse Creole girls do.

- Get out of here.

- No, he's not lying. He's serious.

- What's his name who had that curse?

- Wallace Wallcott.

He was messing around with a Creole

girl, and she put voodoo on him.

His dick shrunk

to the size of a cocktail weenie.

No, that's bullshit.

You got to get out of the jungle

with that witchcraft jazz.

I don't like it.

I just want to know if she's still with

Calhoune. Witchcraft is your thing.

They bury your drawers in the yard

so you can't go out.

Yeah!

Your drawers in the yard?

Hey, Sugar.

What was the number today?

3-0-4.

That's the third time

they slapped my number.

Somebody better take care of it.

You'll take care of my money.

- What's wrong with him?

- He lost a number.

So is she still with him?

I don't know. She wouldn't talk on

the phone. We're doing good tonight.

We're doing great. Look.

Damn...!

Until a couple of seconds ago.

- Who's that?

- The cop who came by my house.

Hey, Ray. The candy man.

Hello, Sergeant Cantone.

I'd like you to meet a friend, Mr Quick.

- Quick like in 'fast'?

- Quick like in 'quick to whip ass'.

You mean like 'you might

get your ass whipped quick'?

I haven't had my ass whipped in a while.

Probably been like 1911.

- When the doctor slapped your ass.

- That's the last time. I'm looking for him.

Well, stick around.

I'm kind of mad at you, Ray.

- Why are you mad at me?

- You lied to me.

You said you were in the candy

business. It was you I was looking for.

Are you going to take me in for that?

No, I ain't going to arrest you.

I want to talk business with you.

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