Four Brothers Page #5

- We got them now.

- We got them.

- On your side, man!

- Where they at?

On your side. Look out. Look out!

Hold on!

- Get them! Get them!

- Hold on!

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

That's what

l'm talking about, Bobby.

Jack, you wait here.

- Get your punk ass out the car.

- F*** you!

- Who sent you?

- l ain't telling you sh*t!

Get his wallet.

You f***ed with the wrong lady.

Let's get the f*** out of here, man.

- Let's go! Come on.

- Are they dead?

- Yeah, they gone!

- They killed Mom. We got them.

- What's happening?

- Lieutenant. lt's maximum ugly.

We got two obvious executions.

Any lDs on them?

No. l'll get their prints

before we put them on ice.

What do you say, Green?

Any ideas?

That's what we pay you for.

You're such a p*ssy, Bobby.

- Give me a break, will you?

- lt should be against the law

for people to keep dogs where

someone like you can get to them.

Hey, y'all! Police in the house!

- Get me something to cover my arm.

- Yeah, yeah.

Sh*t. Hurry up.

Angel. Mind if we come in?

You're already in.

Cops are always welcome

at the Mercers'.

lt makes us feel safe and cozy.

Just the way we like it.

Ain't you sexy.

Thank you.

Jackie wanted this little number

for himself, but l fought him for it.

What happened to the hand?

Did you happen to forget

our little conversation we had

at your brother's house about

not interfering with our investigation?

Oh, no, no. This is Turkey Cup, man.

Hockey.

An old Mercer family tradition.

You remember that, don't you, Green?

You played hockey.

Guys can be pretty rough

out on that ice.

Where's you car, Bobby?

lt's not outside.

- We left it at Jeremiah's.

- Yeah.

Jerry drove us home.

You know, Volvos are one

of the safest cars out there.

Volvos are incredible, man,

when it's a blizzard outside.

- So we--

- Fascinating.

Hey, Gretzky,

you know what this is?

- A hair from your wife's tit?

- Try from your thick skull.

Forensics took it off a pair of contract

killers we found dead this morning.

Fishing for a confession

with a phony hair, huh?

That's an old one, boys.

Come on, Green.

You know when l'll know you got

my hair off a dead body, right?

When l hear the jailhouse doors

close behind me, girls.

Okay, then you tell me

what they told you.

You think that these thugs

were hired to kill Evelyn, is that it?

l have no idea

what you're talking about, Green.

Wait, Green, how do you go from

petty thug to contract killer?

And if they were

professional shooters, like you say,

they'd have never told us who they

was working with anyway.

Even if they got one hell

of an ass-whupping.

You think you're pretty cute,

don't you? He does.

Everybody's a smart guy

until l bust them in the mouth.

- Wait!

- You gonna bust me in my mouth?

- This ain't what l'm here for!

- The f*** you think this is?

Hey, stop!

Look, Bobby, if you got something,

you give it to me.

And if it's something vital,

we will run with this.

But don't try and take on Detroit

by your damn self.

You keep knocking

on the devil's door long enough,

and sooner or later,

somebody gonna answer you.

What's up, guys?

Oh, sh*t. Evan, Vic's here.

Vic's here.

- Ladies, get up.

- Get up. Come on, go, go!

l'm going.

Out-of-town shooters.

That's what l said.

l remember hearing myself saying,

''Out-of-town shooters.''

You know what?

You don't pay a ho to f*** you.

You pay her to leave.

What you pay

out-of-town shooters to do?

You pay them to get

the hell back out of town.

That's why l asked

for out-of-town shooters.

What'd l get?

ln-town shooters.

Someone decided

to hire in-town shooters.

You know what else

l got for my money?

ln-town police.

ln-town trouble.

Who's got to get

in the ring with me on this?

You hungry, Evan?

You must be hungry, right?

- l'm sorry--

- Don't apologize!

Dog's gotta eat, right?

l tell you what, you wanna come

in my restaurant and eat? Go ahead!

Eat, dog, eat!

Get the f*** out of my seat, man!

Eat!

That's a good boy.

- That's a good boy.

- That's bullshit.

Shut your mouth, b*tch!

l'll put you down there with him.

Matter of fact, get your ass over here

and share a meal with your man!

Now.

Lap that sh*t up good.

Now find out who killed

the shooters.

- What bastard hired these guys?

- West Marine's by the river, right?

- Yeah.

- Come on. Let's go take a look.

All right.

- Baby.

- Now, sweetie,

wasn't there a discussion

about a dinner together?

Because l seem to remember

spending two hours in the kitchen.

We got some important sh*t

to deal with, baby.

She's so la vida loca.

- Man, don't do that right now.

- Shut up, Bobby.

- Don't you start with that crap!

- Can y'all not go there?

- That's why you don't get a girlfriend.

- Don't go there, please.

You know what?

l want a girlfriend like you.

- Can we go?

- Angel.

You said this time

was gonna be different.

You're breaking mi corazn.

She's getting

real comfortable here, huh?

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.

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