Harlem Nights
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1:33:02
- l'm sorry, Richie.
- Don't sorry me.

1:33:05
- l'm sorry, baby.
- Don't 'baby' me.

1:33:08
l'm in trouble here.
l'm dying in the street.

1:33:12
You should have told me
your last name was Heroin.

1:33:15
That doesn't mean you have to sell it.
1:33:28
- What do we have here, officers?
- Lady Heroin and her boyfriend.

1:33:32
- This guy?
- Can I speak to you privately?

1:33:35
You want to confess?
1:33:37
Officers, this is our collar
and we'll handle it.

1:33:41
Relax, boy. You're out of your territory,
so just cool it. Come here.

1:33:48
Talk to me.
1:33:49
- You know Phil Cantone?
- We work for him.

1:33:52
Tell these jigs to get out of here.
l'm doing a run for Bugsy.

1:33:57
- Why didn't you say?
- I just did.

1:34:03
Take this girl and let this guy
go about his business.

1:34:06
First of all, this guy is an accessory,
and what we're going to do...

1:34:10
You're going to do nothing. We'll take it
from here. Thank you, officers.

1:34:16
All right, take her.
1:34:19
- Thanks for the help.
- Get out of here and stay out of trouble.

1:34:25
Jenkins drives him against the ropes.
He's got him pinned against the ropes.

1:34:30
He's hitting him hard.
1:34:44
What?
1:34:46
Fuck!

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