Four Brothers Page #10

without that badge.

l'll smack that smirk

off your face, punk!

l'm gonna smack you, Bobby.

l told you not to let Jerry get hurt.

He's breathing.

- You all right, Jerry?

- l'm all right, man.

Let me get my property.

- Man, you all right?

- l'm good.

You said something,

didn't you, Jerry?

l did not say nothing, man.

- Why you always--?

- l did.

- What you say?

- l told him l was banging his wife.

- Come on, man!

- l did too.

Me too.

Okay, pass the ball, guys!

Pass the ball.

Yeah, yeah. l got you, l got you.

Guys, right here, right here.

Got one window in.

All right. Let's keep it going,

come on.

Okay, okay. No more work for today.

That's right. Come in the house.

Wash your hands.

- Dang! A little to eat.

- Time to eat. l'm starving.

What did you cook?

You too, girls, come on.

Come on, babies.

Here you go.

Evelyn isn't coming back, is she?

No, she's not coming back.

Because she's dead, huh?

Yeah. lt's because she's dead.

You guys have fun, all right?

No rough stuff.

Always so good to have

you back home, son.

You gonna stick around

a little while this time?

l'm thinking about it, Ma.

l'm thinking about it.

Oh, Bobby.

- Mercer!

- Yeah, Bobby!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

Come on, now. Come on.

Did you have to push?

Hold up! Hold up!

lf we don't work, nobody work!

Get back!

l'm sorry, Mr. Wong, your credit card

has been reported stolen.

Stolen? Madam, you know what,

them my uncles right there.

- Tyrone Wong, help me out real quick.

- Mr. Wong! Mr. Wong! Mr. Wong!

You keep sayin'

The world is gonna end

You keep sayin'

The world is gonna end

What are you doing?

l thought you was a macho man.

A tough guy.

You know, it's a real shame that little

Jackie's the only one down to ride.

Let's go, Jackie.

Say goodbye

to your big sister, Jackie. Let's go.

You gonna leave me too?

l just need 1 5 minutes, man.

She's addicted

to what Angel's dick did.

Sofi?

Baby.

Just like when we were 1 6.

My favorite room in the house.

l already set it to spin.

- Who are you?

- Hi, l'm with State Farm.

l have a question or two about

your mother's insurance policy.

lt's imperative that l speak

with Jeremiah immediately.

The check is being processed,

but nonetheless,

some red flags have been raised.

What do you mean, red flags?

Well, it's an unusually high payout

for a simple life-insurance policy.

For the last two years,

the premium was paid via check

from your brother's bank account.

With your brother's criminal record and

his business near bankruptcy, well,

- it's our responsibility to investigate.

- Bankruptcy?

Wait, so Jeremiah's broke?

- Excuse me. l'm sorry to interrupt.

- Certainly.

- Angel, can l ask you a question?

- Yeah, baby.

What the hell is this?

Oh, those are breath mints, baby.

Give me one sec--

- You know l'm allergic to latex.

- l should be going.

- No, no. Hold on, please.

- Who did you buy them for?

Put the cuckoo back

in the clock, baby.

l bought them in Vegas before

l knew l was coming here.

- Who are they for?

- For no one!

Please, sir, please.

Baby, if we gonna talk about this,

- can we please do it outside?

- Okay, you wanna talk outside?

Well then fine, let's talk outside!

We're gonna talk right now.

We're gonna talk right--

Get your ass out of here, girl.

So how much is my brother getting?

- A little more than 400,000.

- Open the door now.

That's crazy.

Check everything, Jackie. There's

gotta be some sh*t around here

that ties these guys

to somebody else.

You dicking around in here?

You find anything?

A camera.

Come on.

Thank you.

- Big Chief.

- Hey, thanks.

Angel Mercer. How you doing?

l ain't worked for Jerry

for a long time.

Not since he started up

those luxury condos.

High-dollar stuff like that brings in

all the gangsters.

Wait. So you're saying Jerry

got mixed in with some gangsters?

What's going on?

There's this do-gooder. He's on

city council. His name's Douglas.

- Okay.

- He's the guy who shut down

Jerry's warehouse project.

He'll know who Jerry

got mixed up with.

SlG Sauer .45 auto.

That'll blow your back out.

Nine millimeter Beretta.

Oh, look at this Beretta.

lt's triple-action.

Three bullets at once.

They say dead men tell no tales,

but they sure leave

important sh*t lying around.

Hey, what the hell

are y'all doing now?

Just getting a head start

on next year's taxes, Jerry.

Look how y'all doing

Mama's house!

Come on. Look at this table, man.

Come on.

- You know what? You're right.

- Hey, Sofi, why don't you

do me a favor

and clean up some of this sh*t?

Make yourself useful.

You missed.

Hey, Bobby.

- Where'd y'all get this?

- Our friend Stanly, the shooter.

Let me see that.

- They were tracking Mom.

- That's that guy.

That's that lawyer guy.

That shithead said--

He said he only met

her once, Bobby.

Where the hell you been?

l been trying to call you all day.

Following up new leads.

Yep. Let's go.

Jerry, you coming with us? Don't

you wanna find out who hired them?

Yeah, don't you wanna

find out who killed Mom?

- Of course l do, man.

- Let's go. Stop bullshitting. Come on.

All right.

Somebody gotta look after

y'all clowns.

- Oh, so now you calling us clowns?

- Well, l call it like l see it.

- What?

- You're gonna leave again?

- That's your problem.

- Okay, fine.

- Go. Go.

- You gonna be here. Whatever.

We might have to spend

the night up in this b*tch.

An attack dog.

Come here, poochie.

You don't wanna bite me, do you?

You gonna bite me, baby?

Hey, Bobby, check this out.

l found Bradford's calendar.

You don't think ''EM'' stands

for Evelyn Mercer, do you?

- You're getting good at this, Jackie.

- November 21 .

He met up with her

the night she died.

Why would anybody meet up

with their lawyer at 8:00 at night?

Angel!

- Nice. Your girlfriend's here.

- She's crazy, man.

Well, go shut her up then.

Angel! Angel, come out!

l see you in the window!

Come out, you idiot!

l know you're in there!

Y'all come out here with me.

This girl is crazy.

Angel! People, there's robbers

in the house!

Come out, Angel!

- l'm gonna call the police now!

- Come on!

You better call

immigration on this girl.

You've got a real class act here.

- She should be at Guantanamo Bay.

- Oh, my God.

Locked up.

Excuse me. What are you doing?

- How you doing, buddy?

- Bobby! Bobby! He's a lawyer!

- What's going on here?

- He's a liar, Jerry!

- Ain't nobody's business! Stay away!

- Come here!

You heard me, old man.

You f***ing lied to me. You said

you didn't even know my mother.

You were the last person

to see her alive.

Look at that, Jerry. lt leaves

a nice big red handprint, huh?

Just ask him the question.

No, l'm gonna do it again and again

until l find out what l wanna know.

- Oh, God!

- Tell him!

Okay. Okay, l'll explain.

lt's just that l...

- l felt so guilty.

- Guilty for what?

l'm not even sure

l know how to say it.

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