Willie Dynamite Page #5

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Oh, Willie,

I was so scared!

Oh, Willie.

It's okay, baby.

You're cool.

Do what you want.

I give you your release.

You're free.

Lookin' for work?

What does a pimp know

about work?

Hmm?

Ouch!

Right in the heart

with a silver bullet.

Oh!

That's round one.

Who do I score it to?

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

She cost you 2,000 bucks!

Figure it out.

She was busted at 1:30.

That's prime time.

Now, you gotta make

that production up.

And I gotta add it

to the overhead!

They were just there, Willie.

It never happened to me before.

- Where were you?

- In the prone position, where I was supposed to be.

I ain't no baby-sitter. Besides,

weren't supposed to be no cops there.

I'll take care of that,

b*tch!

You just do your job.

What am

I runnin' here?

I give you

prime protected territory!

I set you down in a gold mine

and you blow it!

You put heat in that hotel and you'll

be back walkin' 8th Avenue for nickels.

See this?

This is what you put your

heads into. That's all.

This is the jive-ass fantasy these

clucks spend their lives droolin' over.

Study the way they do their

number and you got the edge.

Was my man here

with the clothes?

Let's see it.

Who are you? I ain't

the Avon lady, honey.

Honey!

Ah, cool it. Cool it.

I'm not a cop.

- Well, who are you? Tell it quick.

- I'm a friend of Pashen's.

No, she was at the court.

I told you, I'm not a cop! Uhh!

Okay, now.

Now, why doesn't everybody sit?

Ladies?

I said, sit!

Hey, watch it!

That's a $40 bag!

You must be jokin'.

It's worth 20.

- How much?

- Twelve a cap.

Six on 4th and Columbus.

How much you pay for that?

Hmm?

Don't tell her nothin'.

Why not?

Willie's man sold it

to us at cost.

Forty-five bills.

I got one like it

last year for 22.50.

And the wig?

Thirty-five. 9.50,

Gimbles. Check it out.

What are you tryin' to prove?

Nothin', except you are the saddest

ripped-off b*tches I have ever known.

Get it together!

I mean, you wear out your back.

You bring in the bread.

You feed Willie,

dress him like a king.

He's wearin' mink,

and you get rabbit.

He gets more than 90 percent

to protect you,

but he can't keep the heat

away from himself.

You are bein' ripped off

on everything.

Now, baby, I mean, do what

you wanna do. I'm no preacher.

But do it for yourselves!

Organize!

You don't need Willie.

Didn't you know?

We liberated now!

Maybe we should

form a union.

- And why not?

- We're not $10 prossies.

Our man is number one

in New York.

Well, you face it, Honey.

He may be number one,

but, to him,

you will always be...

number two.

We must all get together...

and do this again...

sometime.

Come on, Willie. Let's

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