Uptown Saturday Night Page #4

I was hoping to paint the kids' room

before they got home...

so they'd have someplace fresh

to come home to.

Maybe we could shop for some

new carpets, curtains, and candles.

What you think, Steve?

Honey?

Steve, I know you hear me.

Having a good time, honey?

Are you dreaming of me, baby?

Dreaming of a woman?

What you hit me for?

You must have been dreaming.

Who were you dreaming about?

You did hit me.

Sarah!

-Steve, you all right?

-Sarah!

What is it, baby?

-Oh, my God, he's having an attack!

-No, Sarah.

Did we.... Have you....

The lottery ticket I found in your suit

when I took it to the cleaners?

Is that a nine? Is that a one?

And is that a four?

And is that another one and another nine?

Nine-one-four-one-nine?

That's my.... I won. That's my ticket.

How much for? My goodness!

$50,000.

Money, honey

Money, honey

What's wrong?

The lottery ticket!

Is in your wallet?

That was stolen at Zenobia's?

Does Sarah know?

She mad, ain't she?

-What you gonna do?

-I'm going to find that wallet, Wardell.

-How?

-By any means necessary.

I want you to help me, young blood.

I'm your man, homeboy.

What's your first step?

I ain't sure,

but we got to find those robbers.

We can't go to the police.

We can't trust them if they know

what's in the wallet...

and if we don't tell them about it,

they won't waste time looking for it.

So I figure we going to have to get out

in the street...

and keep our ears and eyes open

until we pick up some clues.

We can't get out there ourselves.

For that kind of money? The hell we can't!

Hands up! Turn around and face the wall.

-Man, l--

-Freeze.

No, see, you all got the wrong....

You're wrong. I haven't done anything.

I want a lawyer.

-l--

-Don't say nothing to me!

Do you know

they was going to shoot me? Wardell!

Mistook me for some big, ugly guy

with a beard and a mustache.

-I can understand how--

-Shut up!

We're not doing this stuff anymore.

We're going to get someone who knows

what he's doing. A private detective.

-Where will we find a private detective?

-ln the yellow pages! I don't know!

Mr. Washington?

What do you want?

-We're looking for Sharp Eye Washington.

-Who looking for him?

Steve Jackson,

and this is my friend, Wardell Franklin.

-We want him for a job.

-What kind of job?

Some property of ours was stolen.

We want him to get it back for us.

Cost you $500.

-$500? We ain't got that kind of money.

-$400?

No.

I think we gonna have to go

someplace else.

How about $300?

You sure you're Sharp Eye Washington,

the private detective?

I'm Sharp Eye Washington, the one

and only. Never be another like me.

We're working people.

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