Willie Dynamite Page #3

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Just lookin', and it went

right on away.

And I don't know what happened

to it, but all I know is it left.

Police Pier.

Let's swing to more rhythm and blues

on the early morning music station.

Have a good day, huh?

Oh, my God.

What are you doin'?

Come on.

Come on, now.

It's time for the most beautiful

assistant D.A. in the city of New York...

to get his ass out of the sack. No.

Damn it, Cora!

You are merciless!

Ten lousy more minutes.

Nope.

No, no. I want you to get

back to your apartment...

so you can shower and shave... Yeah.

and spray on

some sexy deodorant...

and then start paintin' them

double-breasted pin stripes...

all over your fine

black body.

Why don't you move in

with me, hmm?

What?

Live in sin?

So you can get

10 more minutes of sleep?

All right.

Let's play another game.

It's called, um,

"Let's Get Married. "

And then

move in with me.

Oh, sure, Bob.

Anything you say.

Can't you see me being

introduced to your father?

Hmm. The first black supreme

court judge of Philadelphia.

"How'd you meet her, son?"

"Well, uh, uh, Dad, um,

"she was up on two counts of possession and

loitering for the purposes of prostitution...

and I was prosecuting her. "

Come on, Cora.

You were also a model before

you decided to save the world.

Listen, I'm not tryin'

to save the world.

I'm just tryin' to help

a few girls. Mm-hmm.

- How about helping me?

- Try and understand this.

Right now, I'm believable.

I mean, they know I've been through

everything they've been through.

The streets, the pimps,

the whole number.

Married to you,

I'm fuzz.

I'm just another social worker trying

to reform the world from 9:00 to 5:00.

You can understand that.

Right now, all I

can understand is this.

Come on, Bob.

Come on.

Come on, now.

Stop it.

Are you crazy?

Mm-mmm.

I said, stop it.

Mmm, baby.

Stop it now!

Stop!

Hello there,

baby.

How ya doin', Connie? It's

doin'. What can I tell ya?

I can dig it.

Hey.

What you into, honey?

Coke? Meth? Skag?

You don't see no holes

in me. No, not yet.

What are you, a cop?

No. I'm not a cop.

One of them social workers come

to rehabilitate my nasty ass?

Well, I got someone to take care

of me. You watch your own ass.

Well, unless he gets here

real soon,

you're gonna be inside the Women's

House of Detention for a spell.

And they just love 'em

young and pretty in there.

You're gonna be

very popular.

You're so young, and you'll have so

many girlfriends to keep you company.

All right, girls.

Ah, it's gettin' late.

What happens now?

You'll be arraigned.

If no one's out there to post bond,

you'll go inside until your trial.

Maybe you'll stay six months,

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