Four Brothers Page #3

- Let the police do their damn job.

- Stop with the police.

Half the cops

in this town are crooked.

You think the other half give two shits

about another liquor-store holdup?

l'm telling you, man,

Green's on our side on this one.

- Come on, man.

- Green?

She's the only woman

that ever gave a damn, man.

The least we can do

is go bang on a few doors

and see what happens.

We owe her that much.

Why are you acting

like such a b*tch, Jerry?

Okay. So, what, y'all just gonna

shoot up the whole town

because y'all mad?

- Why not?

- Come on, man!

The people who did this,

they probably from the same

shitty-ass streets we from.

Mom would've been the first

to forgive them. Y'all know that.

- We can't all be saints, Jerry.

- Yeah, we can't all be saints, Jerry.

All right. All right. Cool.

- Bye, Jerry.

- Don't call me when y'all get shot up.

This is Detroit,

in case y'all forgot.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Johnny.

Come tell us what's going on, man.

You wanna know what l heard?

- You got a burner?

- l flew in.

Man, be careful with my baby.

- You like that?

- Got ammo?

Yeah. lt's loaded, little brother.

Careful. Here, you carry the gas can.

- We're gonna do that gas thing?

- Yeah, we're gonna do the gas thing.

The only thing that scares people

more than getting burned to death

is people getting eaten alive.

Let's go.

What do l--? What do l get?

You coming with us? Here you go,

sweetheart. Poke them with that.

- Oh, thanks.

- You're welcome.

Let's go. Five-0!

l wanna see some hands!

Five-0, man! Five-0!

lt's the f***ing police!

B*tch, get off me.

Get out! l don't wanna see

any of you back!

- What are you doing here?

- Hands!

You got any drugs

or alcohol on you?

We're gonna make

y'all take urine samples!

Get out of here!

Get your little asses home now!

The popos is here! Y'all better run,

man, these white cops are crazy!

They killed Cornbread.

He didn't do nothing.

Everybody put

your f***ing hands up!

Detroit Police! l wanna see

your f***ing hands in the air!

- We got the building surrounded!

- Every last one of you!

Sit your motherfucking ass down!

- F*** you.

- Sit the f*** down.

- Don't f***ing move!

- Sit down!

You. Over here.

Yeah, yeah, you.

You the man, right?

Sit down and shut the f*** up!

Give me the gas.

Yo, what the hell y'all want?

Y'all ain't no cops.

What the hell you doing here?

You're gonna wish l was the police

when l'm done with your ass.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is not the talking part, okay?

This is the listening part,

so shut your mouth.

- Why are you standing up?

- You know who l am?

- lt's warm here.

- No?

- Get your ass over there on the couch.

- You don't know why we're here?

- Yo, what the f***!

- Shut up.

l know you're not gonna tell me

what l wanna know,

so l'm gonna light

your little b*tch ass on fire.

Then l'm gonna

watch you run around here

like a chicken with his head cut off,

lighting all your little friends on fire.

ls that what you want?

Which one of your boys shot up

the liquor store on 1 04th Street?

The police got witnesses, bra.

- Don't even hit us with no bullshit.

- Okay, tough guy. Hey!

Now is the talking part.

You better start saying what

the f*** l wanna hear. Speak.

Man, that sh*t was counterfeit

as a motherf***er, man.

Ain't nobody playing no basketball

when that sh*t went down, okay?

Why you think cops

ain't arrest nobody?

What the hell is he doing?

How do you know nobody was playing

basketball if you weren't there?

Because, b*tch, police said those

people wasn't killed till 1 1 :00.

- So what?

- So they turn the court lights out at 1 0!

- Let's go. Let's go.

- Now, where we going, man?

The f*** y'all taking me?

You little bastards need

to stay in school.

That's what you get

for calling my brother a b*tch.

l hope you all have

a very nice evening.

lt's 1 0:
02, and these

f***ing lights are still on.

l know you know

who did this, homeboy.

This is bullshit. Let's pop

this motherf***er right now.

- Speak up on it, man.

- Bobby, take it easy.

- Shut up, Jack. Come on.

- Look, what--?

Yo, man, they gonna shut off!

They gonna shut off, man!

Only lights that are going off

are yours. Let's go.

Look, look, look. Look.

You're f***ing lucky.

Told you.

Man, y'all fools been played.

Get off of me, man!

Y'all don't even know

who you messing with, man.

Questioning me about the lights

being off and all that.

Why don't you shut the f*** up, man?

You talk too much.

Jack, it was a questionable kill.

What makes you think that?

Boy, it's sad,

you growing up without a father.

Nobody taught you anything,

did they?

l should've stayed around longer and

held your little hand, huh, sweetheart?

Whatever, man.

Look, sometimes pros will cover up

their shots with another crime.

Like a burglary or something.

Then pay a witness to throw

the cops on to the wrong suspect.

You understand?

Why would anybody wanna kill

the sweetest woman

in the goddamn world?

l don't know, Jackie. l don't know.

All right, l'm here.

- What?

- Last night we found out

it wasn't random.

The witness was paid, and the whole

gang story was some bullshit.

Are you serious, man?

- Come on now.

- Yeah.

Can l help you, gentlemen?

Yeah, if we could just have

a moment of your time, sir.

Evelyn Mercer was our mother.

She was a good lady.

l liked her very much.

Let's come inside.

This doesn't add up.

He's already got the money.

Supposedly, a witness told police

this was a gang shooting.

You know anything about that?

The police talked

for a long time with one man.

One man more than the others.

Would you remember what

he looks like if you see him?

He comes in for Gatorade

after the games.

Big guy. Always wears sweats,

never a jacket.

Even with snow or rain.

He has a dog and a...

- You know a:

- A fro?

Like an Afro? Like Ben Wallace,

the basketball player?

Pistons. Yes, yes, Ben Wallace.

Okay.

- ls he on the courts a lot?

- On the courts or at the gym.

That wasn't no gang shooting,

that was an execution.

They set Mom up.

They set her up.

Come on.

- You guys ready?

- What's the plan, Bobby?

- We're winging it, Jerry.

- We always wing it.

We're gonna get killed.

What you mean ''we,'' white boy?

You ready?

Here we go.

Excuse me.

l'll handle it. l don't know what

the hell you think you're doing,

but you better get

the hell out of here, friend.

l'd love to, friend, but l can't.

Yeah! l got the rock now!

l got this motherf***er now!

- What? What? l got the rock!

- What, b*tch?

No need to grab me.

This will only take a second.

Now shut up and listen!

- Get off!

- Get off the floor!

My name is Bobby Mercer.

And some of you probably

knew my mother.

And some of you probably know

she was shot

about a week ago across the street.

Sixty-two years old,

murdered in cold blood!

- Think about it, Bobby, think. Think!

- l'm looking for the witness.

l got this.

Ballplayer. Big guy.

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