Four Brothers

Okay, Darnell,

so the candy just happened

to jump into your pocket, huh?

l don't think so.

Samir's gonna call the police now.

- But l--

- Samir, the police.

- Hello, police?

- Please don't call the police. Please.

l'll hold.

That's what happens when you

shoplift, there's consequences.

But it's just some damn candy.

l don't wanna go to jail.

Well, you can probably get away

with stealing sometimes, Darnell,

but, you know, sooner or later

you're gonna get caught.

ls that the way you wanna

lead your life, huh?

- No.

- l happen to believe

that you're worth more.

But you gotta believe it, Darnell.

- l hear you, Miss Evelyn.

- Are you bullshitting me?

- No, ma'am.

- Well, you better not be, you hear me?

Yes, ma'am.

Okay. Now you tell Samir.

l won't steal anymore, sir.

lt's all right.

Boy, did you get lucky.

Now l want you to go straight home,

you hear me?

- Yes.

- You shouldn't be out

at this time of the night anyway.

Go on, get.

Thank you, Miss Evelyn.

You handled that just beautifully.

You know, he's a good kid.

He just needs an older brother.

So let's take a look

at these Thanksgiving birds.

Oh, nice. Nice and plump.

Yo, Osama! Osama!

Get behind the register! Now!

- Did you hear what he said?

- Move! Move!

- Please! Take it. Please.

- Shut up, man. Come on.

- l want no trouble.

- Shut the f*** up.

- Take it all.

- Shut up!

- l just came to the country.

- Don't you move.

- Do not move!

- l want no trouble, sir. Take it all.

This is America, homeboy. Black

people don't get what they want

- in this country. Why should you?

- Please!

Move, move, move, move!

Come on. Let's go!

Been a long time since anybody seen

that face around here.

Must've gotten off for good behavior.

Not likely.

That's Bobby Mercer.

Heavyweight champion f***-up

of the family.

And that's a well-defended title.

Would've made his daddy proud

if he had ever had one.

l used to know him a little.

Played hockey with the boy.

Got thrown out of 60-odd games

before the league

had finally had enough of him.

They called him

the Michigan Mauler.

- Who's the kid?

- Oh, that's Jack. He's the youngest.

First-class f***-up,

third-class rock star.

- He doesn't look like trouble.

- He's a Mercer.

Don't let him fool you.

Hey.

You all right?

You sure?

You know l love you, man.

Come on, let's go see Jerry.

- What do we got over here?

- Another model citizen, l'm sure.

My mom, she used

to talk about y'all all the time,

about how y'all used

to cut up at work.

- No, actually Jeremiah's all right.

- She told me everything.

You know, he was a rising star

in the union for a while.

Man found a cause.

- How you doing, baby?

- Cool.

Nice house, man. Not bad at all.

What's up, kiddo?

Come on, man. Give me a hug, man.

We got one MlA.

l thought you said there were four.

Angel?

Pretty boy.

Ex-hustler.

Soldier.

Guess he's a no-show today.

Do you remember

when l built that tree house

- and you burned the sh*t down?

- Come on, man.

- Boy, l wanted to kick your ass, man.

- Don't worry, your house is brick.

- l ain't gonna burn it down.

- Well, now, yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

No smoking in my house,

so you're gonna have

to put that out. Sorry.

l don't get it.

lf this woman's such

a goddamn saint,

how did she end up raising

four total f***-ups?

Ms. Evelyn cycled hundreds

of kids out of the foster-care system

and into permanent homes.

And in 30 years,

she only came across four lost causes.

Four delinquents so far gone,

she couldn't find anyone

to take them in.

So she did.

Trust me, Fowler,

these kids are congressmen compared

to what they would've been.

- Hey there. You must be Daniela.

- Look how big you guys are.

And you must be Amelia.

Nice dress, Amelia.

- l'm Amelia.

- l know.

You guys probably don't remember us,

but l'm your Uncle Bobby

and this is Cracker Jack.

Don't teach them that, man.

- You're not my uncle. You're white.

- Grandma Evey's white.

Yeah, see,

we're a different kind of uncle.

Your grandma,

she adopted me and Uncle Jack,

like she did your daddy.

You're a policeman!

That's right, and you're all under

arrest, so don't nobody move.

Hey, where y'all going?

What about me, Green?

You gonna arrest me too?

All depends, Bobby.

You keeping straight?

Straight-ish.

- How you doing, man?

- Good to see you.

- Jack.

- Green.

Sorry about your mom, brother.

Give me some love.

Jerry.

l thought you said

he wasn't coming.

No, l said l didn't know

if he was coming or not.

l ain't seen him in

Lord knows how many years.

You know it's hard

to track that Bobby down.

Don't give me that look, Camille.

l am way through with that life.

Thanks for coming, Green.

Mom would've been happy you made it.

Sh*t, your mom would've been happy

you made it back for her funeral.

l didn't come back for no funeral.

Thanks for the offer,

but we got it under control.

Yeah. You know, l could tell by

the looks of things when l drove in.

The place looks completely different.

Detroit's finest cleaned it up, huh?

Yeah, be easy, Bobby.

We got these punks.

Kid playing basketball

across the street

witnessed two gangbangers running in

there, shooting up the place--

Come on, Green. l used to make

a good living around here

because cops like you guys

couldn't find tits in a strip joint.

Why don't you come inside,

have some coffee

and some doughnuts

and then take your boy and get

the f*** out of here, okay? Come on.

Charming guy.

Nice to be home.

So, sh*t, Bobby,

what've you been up to?

l'm a freaking college professor, Jack.

What do you think l've been doing?

- l doubt that.

- Same old Bobby.

What about you? You still sucking

a little cock left and right, or what?

F***er.

Y'all ain't right leaving me

out here in the cold like this.

- Yo, little brother! You a**hole!

- You ought to be ashamed!

- l missed my plane.

- Get over here.

You missed our mother's

funeral too, jarhead.

- What's up?

- What's up with you?

- What's up, boy?

- lt's all good, man.

- You shaved off the Afro, huh?

- Jack!

- Haven't seen you in forever.

- Yeah, l know.

- Did you get your teeth whitened?

- Man, shut up, Jackie-poo.

l'm gonna get me something to eat.

- All y'all hungry?

- No, l'm gonna get some sleep.

Jack, you take your old room, all right?

Angel, take yours.

l'm gonna sleep in Mom's room.

You been crying in here,

you little fairy?

Leave it alone, man.

Still making a lot of racket

on that freaking thing?

Yeah, still making a lot of racket.

- Too weird in Mom's room?

- Oh, man.

Way too weird.

lt's crazy.

l mean,

everything's exactly the same.

She didn't change nothing

in this house.

- Look at y'all.

- What?

Nothing. l'm just happy

to see you, man.

Happy to see my brothers,

that's all.

l'm happy to see you too, Jerry.

l guess l'll stop by the grocery store

and grab a turkey or something.

Have a Thanksgiving dinner.

Let's at least act like

we're a real family.

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