Hoodlum Page #3

- Did somebody say something

about scrooging somebody?

- I can't believe it.

- This is the new guy, Vallie.

- Mr. Johnson.

- Nice to meet you.

- Come on, come on,

Madame Queen is waiting,

been waiting.

There she is.

- Hello, Madame Queen.

- Bumpy Johnson.

You still have the light in your eyes.

Praise God.

- Before we get this,

uh, this soire started,

I need to speak with you for a few ticks.

- All right.

Y'all enjoy yourself here.

- Illinois said that Dutch

Schultz put six of your men

on the slab at Harlem Hospital.

- Oui.

The Mr. Schultz is trying

to make trouble for me,

but I set up a meeting with him next week,

and it is then I will

make my position clear.

- I want to go with you to that meeting

as your bodyguard.

- You think you're going to

protect her, lamb's breath?

That for me job, me take care of Queen.

- I have faith in Tee.

- I know Tee-Ninchy got spine,

but faith ain't gonna

get rid of the Dutchman.

I saw what his boys did to Willie Brunden.

I'm not going to stand by and do nothing,

and let something like that happen to you.

The man is threatening

to take over business

that's taken you 10 years to build up.

I want everybody to know

the Queen's still carrying power uptown.

Please.

- I still can't say no to you, eh?

- I had a dream last

night, a big old crawfish

jumped off a plate and bit me.

- Yeah?

- What Madame Zora

dream book say for fish?

- 579, but I wouldn't bother with no 579,

because that stock exchange

thing that they use

for the numbers was at 579 last week,

it ain't going to be 579 again.

- There was some sweet

potato pie on the plate, too.

- Uh huh, potatoes is under potatoes.

Oh, good, here it is, 6-4-2.

Ha, 6-4-2, uh-uh,

I ain't going to play no

6-4-2, it gives me gas.

I tell you this again,

I ain't playing no

number that give me gas.

- Woman, I bet your gas smell

as sweet as flowers in the springtime.

- Don't you be trying to

get in my good graces.

You done had your chance.

- Hey, Ms. Mary.

- Shut up.

Damn, woman, you hard as lard.

- You know what?

I hate crawfish.

I'm just going to head on

and play a dime on 6-4-2 straight.

- That's another dime down the drain.

- Oh, Lord have mercy,

garvey-eyed Francine.

- This is for you and the kids.

Save your money, Sul.

- Hey, hey, hey, watch yourself now.

You don't need to be telling her that.

Why don't you stay out

of grown folk business

before I beat you till

you smell like onions?

- And I'll drag you by

that mile-wide collar

and drop you in the gutter.

- Yeah, yeah, let me see that.

Now, look at this.

What you doing peddling this

gold can jibe to begin with?

You can bake it, boil it, fry it,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes