Four Brothers Page #11

- Say what?

- Your mother and l were...

Were seeing each other socially.

- Socially?

- l didn't want to sully

your mother's reputation.

- She was a fine, fine woman.

- l know. l know.

l have some of your mother's

night things,

- if you want. They--

- What?

- No. No, it's not necessary.

- Too much information.

Baby, listen, l need you

to get out of here.

l apologize, Mr. Bradford.

We broke your back window.

We're just trying to figure

out what happened.

- l understand.

- Thank you. l appreciate that.

- You have a beautiful home here.

- Thank you.

- Hey, Bobby.

- Yo.

- Hey, man. l gotta ask you a question.

- What's up?

You know me and Sofi

did a lot of making up last night.

- You gave her that ring, huh?

- Yeah.

But it seem like l got

a little rust on the tools down here.

Ask the cockologist

in the shower, man.

- How the hell would l know?

- You're the expert.

- Rug burn.

- You're gonna live.

Thank God, man.

l thought my luck ran out.

Hey, listen, man.

You know, Jerry

ain't been straight up with us

about that redevelopment project.

Found out his dream's dead. Jerry

got involved with some bad people.

City got on him about fraud

and whatnot.

Cut his loans off like a month ago.

- Technically, Jerry's really broke.

- You think this had something to do

with what happened to Mom?

No, l'm saying that it's something

that we should look into.

l need y'all to go down and visit

this city official named Douglas.

He'll know who Jerry

got mixed up with.

l'm gonna go check

on some other sh*t.

What are you talking about?

Why don't you just tell me

what you know, Angel?

l know you need to stay your ass

on that porcelain.

This is gonna require a little finesse.

And given your prior reputation

as a hothead,

- l wrote the f***ing book on finesse.

- you gonna be the first to f*** up.

Wait for me to wipe my ass, Angel.

l'm coming with you.

Angel!

Get me some

f***ing toilet paper, Jack.

Angel!

You know, you didn't come up

on the list of any of Evelyn's friends

- or known associates, Mr. Bradford.

- No?

l got your name

off of her phone records.

Well...

Well, yes. Yes, we did try to keep

our relationship

- somewhat discreet.

- There we go. There we go.

You know, well,

maybe you can help me then.

You see, what l've gathered so far,

it seems that...

...Evelyn had become upset with

her son Jeremiah's business situation.

Yes, she was starting

to raise a bit of a stink.

But-- But wasn't all that covered

in the police report that she filed?

What police report?

Councilman Douglas.

Sorry to startle you.

My name's Bobby Mercer. l believe

you know my brother, Jeremiah?

Apparently, you were the one

who got his business shut down, right?

This is not the proper venue

for an appeal.

Look, we're not really concerned

with that, councilman.

l heard my brother got mixed

up with some hoodlums.

You know what l'm talking about?

l can't help you. Excuse me.

Gas?

Councilman!

Now l gotta light your ass on fire!

All l wanted was a name!

You're gonna make me turn your ass

into the black gingerbread man now!

lt's all right.

l'll have my little brother

here suck your burning dick.

Give me the f***ing cigarette.

Roll down the window.

Victor. Victor Sweet.

What about him?

ls there a problem?

Goddamn, Jerry.

There she is.

So she got in there at 6:05.

Fast-forward that.

Hey, look. That's Fowler.

Wait, pause it, pause it. He didn't say

anything to me about talking to her.

Fast-forward to when she leaves.

Okay, stop.

So she was here until 7:1 1 .

He spent more than an hour

with her.

- What do you think he found?

- l don't know, but it's something big.

- How can you tell?

- By the sound of his voice.

l know my brother.

What's going on, Angel?

- Was that councilman helpful?

- Oh, yeah. A real public servant.

You remember a punk

named Victor Sweet?

- l remember a Malcolm Sweet.

- Victor was his nephew.

Used to deliver things for his uncle.

Like firebombs and beatings.

You remember. Malcolm used

to love to humiliate him all the time.

Yeah, l remember that dude.

Apparently, Victor got sick

of the ass-whuppings

and sunk his uncle into the river.

He owns

the whole neighborhood now.

No sh*t?

Hey, Bobby.

Word around town is that Jerry

owed a lot of people some money.

What are you talking about?

Recognize that dude over

there with the fat head?

Yeah, that's Evander Pearson.

He used to be all right, that guy.

Jerry and him used to hang

during the union days.

He goes by Evan now. And he's

working for a guy named Victor.

You guys are coming

up with this pretty quick.

Yeah, we should have been cops.

What are we doing here, Angel?

Holy sh*t.

- Evan.

- Jerry.

l hate meeting you here, man,

with your kids and all,

but you know how it goes.

- l understand.

- l got it.

l found out Jerry got a big

insurance check for Mom's death.

Be cool, brother.

Forget Jerry. We're gonna

find him later. Come on.

- Yo, Evander! What's up?

- Muriel! We leaving.

- Game's over. Let's go.

- Put your jacket on. lt's time to go.

lt's nice to see you, boys,

but we was just leaving.

You ain't going nowhere.

What was you talking to Jerry about?

Nothing. Just saying hello.

Me and Jerry go way back from

the union days. You know that, Bobby.

Angel tells me you're

one of Victor Sweet's boys now.

Hear he's running sh*t like his uncle.

Treating you like a house n*gger.

What are you thinking about, Evan?

The dude's a punk.

You been gone a long time, fellas.

Times change.

- What's in that envelope?

- What envelope?

You wanna play that f***ing game

with me right now?

- Y'all gonna do this here?

- Right here. Right now.

Give me the envelope

and take a walk. Now!

Go ahead, Evander.

Take the kids home.

We'll see your ass again real soon.

Let's go.

Hurry up.

Councilman.

Pull up a chair.

Vic, this cop came

to see me today,

and he was asking

about that woman.

Don't worry about cops.

- l got cops.

- No, l'm not.

But l'm worried about this guy

Bobby Mercer.

He came to see me

after the cop did.

You tell him my name?

Of course not, Vic. l mean...

But look, you know, we can't

do business like this anymore.

Nothing's changing.

Evan and l were just talking

about this fella, Bobby Mercer.

- Vic, l did not tell the man anything.

- Did you tell him my name?

- No, l swear--

- Yes, you did! You stinking coward.

l smelled it on you

the second you walked in here.

Now go sit at the other table.

- Excuse me?

- Go sit at the kiddie table!

l ain't finished with you. l ain't finished

my hand, so sit your ass down!

- Are you in trouble?

- He's on a time-out.

Come on, man, what you got?

No. l'm out.

Nines. Won again.

Oh, Charlie.

l heard you're marrying

that fine piece of ass of yours.

Yeah, that's right, that's right.

This spring, in fact.

How about l send you

on a little out-of-town work, huh?

Give me a little

one-on-one time alone

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