Four Brothers Page #4

Supposedly never wears a coat.

- Dog lover. Ring any bells?

- Damn.

You tell me where l can find the guy

and you can finish your game.

All we wanna do is talk to the guy.

You can end this real quickly.

Hey! Hey, kid!

No running in the halls!

Get off me, man!

- Why you running?

- Get off me, man.

- Man, l don't know nothing.

- Why don't you shut up?

You got something

to tell me, youngster?

- Back the f*** up!

- l'm looking for who killed my mother.

You tell me where l can find this guy

and you can finish your game.

Cracker Jack.

l appreciate your help very much.

You've all been upstanding citizens.

Enjoy the rest of your game.

You crazy as hell.

- What do we got here?

- Bobby, meet Keenon.

Keenon, this is Bobby.

Something tells me he was

on his way to deliver a warning.

What's his name, Keenon?

Damian. He's my brother.

He's your brother?

No sh*t. These are my brothers.

- No, dog. He's my real brother.

- Yeah, these are my real brothers.

This is Angel, l'm Bobby.

This is Jack and Jeremiah.

So, what about you and Damian?

You guys still close?

- Does he live at home with you?

- Yeah.

But l ain't telling you sh*t else.

- Okay.

- l wouldn't sell out my brothers either.

Just calm down, okay?

Look, we just wanna talk to him.

We wanna ask him a few questions.

ls he gonna cooperate?

- We got something.

- Address?

He lives in the Gardens,

right over there.

Enjoy the rest of the game, okay?

Don't worry about it.

These are nice grades.

Better stay in school.

What is that? Aluminum?

Sh*t doesn't even spin.

Come on, man.

l just don't get it.

Why would somebody hire

a goddamn killer to shoot Mom?

Here's an idea:

We'll wait for the shithead

to get back and we'll ask him.

Well, y'all do what y'all gotta do.

l got gymnastics.

Come on, let me out.

You got your leotard on, Jerry?

Go to hell. Y'all know what l'm talking

about. l got a schedule to keep.

Girls got gymnastics,

l gotta take them.

Come on, let me out, man.

You wanna take Cracker Jack

with you? He's very flexible.

- Bobby, you're the one who took ballet.

- All right, Jerry.

All right, man.

I don't mind

If it rains or freezes

Long as I got

My plastic Jesus

- Riding on the dashboard

- l don't know how you did it

for so many years.

Must have driven you crazy, Angel.

You're on a ship for what, six months

at a time with nothing but dudes?

lt wasn't a ship. And the Marines

went coed. They got girls now.

Yeah, l bet you them girls

look like dudes too, though.

Not after six months they don't.

Comes in colors

Pink and pleasant

Glows in the dark--

Oh, that's him. lt's him!

Yo, Damian! You Damian?

Why are you pulling out guns

and sh*t, dog?

- Yo!

- Oh, f***! Who are these guys, man?

Jack, stay here.

Tell me where it stops.

Come on!

Four.

Five.

Six.

Come on, come on. Sh*t!

Six. lt stopped.

Come on, Angel, we got this clown!

Come on!

Six! He stopped at six!

Yo!

Yo, Damian, l just wanna

ask you a few questions!

l got something for your ass!

Bite his ass, Chucky!

Oh, sh*t!

Yo, don't shoot my dog, man!

- They got him! That's right!

- Sh*t!

- Bite his ass!

- Angel! Angel!

Get this f***ing dog

off my leg! Sh*t!

There's a dog trying to eat me, man!

Help me, man.

- Hold on!

- Bite his ass!

- lt's biting my legs off!

- Get up off my brother!

Get up off my brother, little boy!

What you doing?

Where you at, playboy?

My eyes.

Give me something for my eyes!

We just wanna talk!

Put that in your eyes.

Talk, huh?

- The window. The window.

- All right.

- Sh*t!

- Y'all didn't know

- who you was messing with!

- He'll try to come up like--

Get him.

Give me my gun! Give me my gun!

- l ain't playing with this dude!

- Drop it!

l just wanted to talk!

You're going down now!

- Think he dead?

- No, he ain't dead.

He's just f***ed up.

Let's go talk to him now.

Man, you must be freezing.

You won't be needing

this no more, playboy.

You know why we're here, Damian?

Come on, man,

call me an ambulance.

An ambulance?

What, for my dog bites?

l'm gonna be okay.

You give me a name, l'll call 91 1 .

l wanna know who shot up

that liquor store now.

- Man, l didn't shoot no one.

- Say what?

Speak up. Can't hear you, playboy.

lt's hard to hear you out here

with all this wind.

lf we leave, ain't nobody else gonna

hear you out here either.

They say it's gonna be a cold night.

You ain't gonna make it far

with that leg.

Look, man,

these two fools

said they'd pay me a few dubs

if l said l saw some gangsters

shoot up the place, all right?

- But l didn't hurt no one!

- Well, turn into a f***ing Fudgesicle.

Hey, come on, man!

l can't say nothing!

Fair enough.

You're gonna die right here.

Yo, man, come on! Yo, man!

- l'm calling his bluff.

- Hey, come on!

- Call an ambulance!

- Think he gonna break?

You see that sparerib

hanging out of his leg?

lt's just a matter of time.

- You sure?

- You wanna put money on it?

- Are you sure?

- Someone help me!

- Turn around, dick lips!

- What the f*** you looking at?

- l'll tell you where you can find him!

- Come on!

Just call me an ambulance.

- Give me a name.

- Where can we find him?

Yeah.

How are you guys tonight?

Goatee. Goatee.

Look for the man with the goatee.

- l can get you one bigger than that.

- How big?

- There he is.

- Where?

Right there.

The guy with the goatee.

- l see. Put your f***ing hand down.

- Check the cats at the door.

l see him. l see him.

Come on. Let's get him.

- Get down!

- Damn! Go, go, go!

- Run, y'all!

- Move! Everybody move!

- Go, go.

- Clear the way.

- Excuse me.

- Move!

Come on! Come on!

Go ahead, you f***ing punks!

Get it, Jackie-o!

You go, girl!

Let's get these motherfuckers.

- Where they at?

- Can't see sh*t!

- Punch it, Bobby! Punch it!

- l got no traction!

l'm sliding all over the f***ing street!

Hold on!

Sh*t!

Sh*t! l scraped the whole side

of my f***ing car!

- Get these guys before you kill us!

- Sit back and put your seat belt on.

- Watch the snow, man!

- l don't give a f*** about the snow!

Sh*t! Where the hell's

that shotgun, Jack?

- There's no shells.

- They're in the trunk.

- What the hell am l--?

- Sit down and shut up!

Angel, stick that cannon

out the window and bust some shots!

l'm gonna put one

in the back of their heads!

Shoot those sons of b*tches, Angel!

Get them!

Shoot that motherf***er!

- You got him!

- Look out for the snow bank!

Look out!

Jackie, you got your seat belt on?

Watch this. Hold on.

Oh, sh*t!

- Sh*t!

- F*** that nigga. Just drive. Drive!

Don't let them get away!

Don't let them get away!

l got them.

- Sh*t!

- l'm over this sh*t!

Pop them, Angel! Pop them!

Get them!

Angel, get your ass in here!

Sh*t! We got a f***ing blowout!

Bobby, let's just stop the car!

Okay, Bobby? Let's stop!

Shut up, Jack! l'm gonna ride

this b*tch out on the rim! We got them!

Ready?

Hold on. Hold on.

l got them now. l got them.

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