Four Brothers Page #2

Mom would like that.

Where you think you going?

lt's a little heavy in there. l'm gonna

just go outside and get me a little air.

You're full of sh*t, man. You can smell

that ass from down the street, huh?

What are you talking about?

What do you mean, what?

Come on, what, man.

You know exactly what we're talking

about with La Vida Loca.

Ain't nobody going

to get no La Vida Loca nothing.

- She got a boyfriend.

- She got a boyfriend.

She's got hard dick in her right now.

She's screaming somebody else's

name, and the last thing she's doing

is thinking about your black ass.

Leave it alone, man.

l can't even believe y'all coming at me

with this crazy junk, man.

- She's nothing but trouble.

- l'm standing here

telling y'all both right now,

l'm not going to see that girl,

and l'm not!

- How serious are you with this dude?

- We're serious!

Oh, sh*t!

Come on, in here.

Loco Ono is not staying

in this house!

- Bullshit, Bobby!

- l don't care!

La Vida Loca ain't staying

in this house one more night.

- So get her stuff--

- So it's your house?

- This ain't no homeless shelter.

- You not running sh*t, Bobby!

- You not!

- Hey, Bobby.

Baby, why don't you go back upstairs.

l've got this covered.

- What's wrong with you?

- Go back upstairs!

Why do you let him talk

to me like that?

- Go upstairs!

- Was l speaking Spanish?

- Was l speaking Spanish?

- What's your problem?

Can you stop talking

to my girl like that, man?

That's what

l'm talking about, Bobby.

She wasn't your girl as of yesterday,

man. She had another man.

So l'm confused.

What are you talking about, man?

- She is my girl!

- He's right!

Let's just play some f***ing

Turkey Cup, man. How about that?

Don't start, man.

- Why do you always do that?

- Shut up.

- To be aggravating.

- ''To be aggravating.''

Chill out, man.

l'm watching the game. Come on.

- Why don't y'all hold that down?

- Yeah.

Hold that down, man.

- You a woman.

- Get him, Jerry.

- Try it one more time.

- What you gonna do?

- You'll see.

- Big-ass teeth. Bite me?

You do got some

big-ass teeth, Jerry.

Yeah.

All right.

- Yeah, get him, Jerry!

- What's up?

- What the hell you doing?

- Come on, boy.

The Gorgeous Black Ladies

of Wrestling, Nitro and Midnight.

Nitro got Midnight in a headlock.

Get him! Get him, Jerry!

Midnight trying to get up,

but Nitro's on him!

- Get him, Nitro!

- Okay. All right, all right. All right.

l'm still your big brother.

Come on, man, let's eat.

Bring out that bird.

Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior,

thank you for this day.

Thank you for this food

we're about to receive

and thank you

for bringing us together. Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Pass me the salad, man.

Zip up your mouth, Jeremiah.

You grow up in a barn?

Close your mouth, Angel.

You think you a cow

or something?

More tattoos, Angel?

You don't have to hide them.

Look at mine.

But take your elbow off the table.

Jackie?

l know bad things happened to you

before you came to me.

Hey, look at me.

But you're safe now.

To hell with this, man.

Let's go get a pickup game.

l wanna see some quick sticks

and some tight passing.

lt's too cold, man.

l ain't come all the way back out here

to go play no hockey.

Come on, ladies, let's show

these guys some f***ing skills!

Yeah! Come on. Bring it.

All right. Here it comes.

Pass me the puck, Bobby!

Come on, man. Go.

- Y'all watch this.

- You got him.

Yeah! Black present.

- There you go, yes!

- Nigga, please.

Sorry about that.

- Let me to talk to the girls.

- What are you doing? Give me that!

- Get your head out of your ass, Jerry!

- That's my phone, man!

- Come on!

- Hit him hard.

- That was weak.

- Get it, get it, get it.

- Shut up, man.

- There you go!

- Sh*t, l gotta make a man out of you.

- Damn it, Bobby.

- Why you make them madder?

- Yeah.

Gentlemen, l am truly sorry

about your mother.

Although l only met Evelyn

the one time...

...she made quite an impression.

l know it's difficult to deal

with mundane financial matters

while your heart still grieves

for a loved one.

How much do we get?

Come on, man.

- Excuse me.

- Jack, what the--?

Stupid-ass Jack,

what's wrong with you?

What was that?

This is the contents of your mother's

safety-deposit box.

l'll leave you to look through it.

Birth certificate.

The adoption papers.

Henry Ford Hospital.

So l am from Detroit.

- Lansing, Michigan.

- My mom was 1 6?

l got any papers in there?

No.

- l don't?

- No.

- You got any papers in there?

- No.

- Mom went to Woodstock.

- You didn't know Mom was a hippie?

Oh, here we go.

- l ain't got no papers in there, man?

- There's some paper right there.

What about me?

- That'll look good on you.

- Whatever, man.

- You're f***ing with me.

- Quit crying.

Come on,

l got something to show y'all.

- This is it.

- So this is your dream, Jerry?

- Oh, yeah.

- There's a lot of space in here.

What are you gonna do,

build some automobiles?

- No, luxury lofts.

- Rims, man.

Urban sophistication

is what l'm talking about.

- So now you're doing real estate?

- This whole first floor here

is gonna be lavish offices

and storefronts.

l'm gonna put

stained-glass windows here--

The building is condemned.

You got insurance?

- Why?

- So we can burn this b*tch down.

No, we ain't burning sh*t down. You

always wanna destroy something.

- Look. Look at your little brother.

- Jack!

Oh, l'm sorry.

ls this the master suite?

Am l making the property value

go down?

This shithole gives the term

''Motor City Breakdown''

a whole new meaning, Jerry.

How the hell

you gonna pay for all this?

Government redevelopment loan.

Easy to qualify. Low interest rates.

Y'all stick around,

l might give y'all ass a job.

They look like nipples.

Let's go get a real drink.

Your attention, please.

l wanna make a toast.

To Evelyn Mercer.

The greatest mother

four degenerate bastards ever had.

Johnny, pour me

and my brothers another round.

- And a warm milk for my sister here.

- Man, l will drink you under the table.

We're not talking about sperm,

Jack, this is whiskey.

Jack drinks Jack

Jack drinks Jack

- That's your brother.

- Jack drinks Jack

Jack licks ass crack and ball sack.

Jack doesn't lick ass crack

and ball sack!

Jack likes b*obs. Jack gots fans.

Jack's got lots of fans.

- Oh, man.

- Will you shut up, man?

- l don't wanna go.

- Why are you in such a rush?

You can't hang with your big brother

and have a drink?

- l'm here. l mean, what?

- l'm glad y'all here. l love y'all.

Hey, that's real goddamn bad stuff

about your mom, fellas.

- Yeah.

- Freaking gangs. Worms.

- Someone ought to step on them.

- Which gang, Johnny G?

Oh, sh*t. Here we go. l knew it.

l think l heard something.

The neighborhood's

really upset about this.

Same old Bobby.

Mama always said,

''As bright as Bobby is,

he just does not like to think.''

Ain't no good gonna come from this.

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