Four Brothers Page #6

- Hey, thanks.

Angel Mercer. How you doing?

l ain't worked for Jerry

for a long time.

Not since he started up

those luxury condos.

High-dollar stuff like that brings in

all the gangsters.

Wait. So you're saying Jerry

got mixed in with some gangsters?

What's going on?

There's this do-gooder. He's on

city council. His name's Douglas.

- Okay.

- He's the guy who shut down

Jerry's warehouse project.

He'll know who Jerry

got mixed up with.

SlG Sauer .45 auto.

That'll blow your back out.

Nine millimeter Beretta.

Oh, look at this Beretta.

lt's triple-action.

Three bullets at once.

They say dead men tell no tales,

but they sure leave

important sh*t lying around.

Hey, what the hell

are y'all doing now?

Just getting a head start

on next year's taxes, Jerry.

Look how y'all doing

Mama's house!

Come on. Look at this table, man.

Come on.

- You know what? You're right.

- Hey, Sofi, why don't you

do me a favor

and clean up some of this sh*t?

Make yourself useful.

You missed.

Hey, Bobby.

- Where'd y'all get this?

- Our friend Stanly, the shooter.

Let me see that.

- They were tracking Mom.

- That's that guy.

That's that lawyer guy.

That shithead said--

He said he only met

her once, Bobby.

Where the hell you been?

l been trying to call you all day.

Following up new leads.

Yep. Let's go.

Jerry, you coming with us? Don't

you wanna find out who hired them?

Yeah, don't you wanna

find out who killed Mom?

- Of course l do, man.

- Let's go. Stop bullshitting. Come on.

All right.

Somebody gotta look after

y'all clowns.

- Oh, so now you calling us clowns?

- Well, l call it like l see it.

- What?

- You're gonna leave again?

- That's your problem.

- Okay, fine.

- Go. Go.

- You gonna be here. Whatever.

We might have to spend

the night up in this b*tch.

An attack dog.

Come here, poochie.

You don't wanna bite me, do you?

You gonna bite me, baby?

Hey, Bobby, check this out.

l found Bradford's calendar.

You don't think ''EM'' stands

for Evelyn Mercer, do you?

- You're getting good at this, Jackie.

- November 21 .

He met up with her

the night she died.

Why would anybody meet up

with their lawyer at 8:00 at night?

Angel!

- Nice. Your girlfriend's here.

- She's crazy, man.

Well, go shut her up then.

Angel! Angel, come out!

l see you in the window!

Come out, you idiot!

l know you're in there!

Y'all come out here with me.

This girl is crazy.

Angel! People, there's robbers

in the house!

Come out, Angel!

- l'm gonna call the police now!

- Come on!

You better call

immigration on this girl.

You've got a real class act here.

- She should be at Guantanamo Bay.

- Oh, my God.

Locked up.

Excuse me. What are you doing?

- How you doing, buddy?

- Bobby! Bobby! He's a lawyer!

- What's going on here?

- He's a liar, Jerry!

- Ain't nobody's business! Stay away!

- Come here!

You heard me, old man.

You f***ing lied to me. You said

you didn't even know my mother.

You were the last person

to see her alive.

Look at that, Jerry. lt leaves

a nice big red handprint, huh?

Just ask him the question.

No, l'm gonna do it again and again

until l find out what l wanna know.

- Oh, God!

- Tell him!

Okay. Okay, l'll explain.

lt's just that l...

- l felt so guilty.

- Guilty for what?

l'm not even sure

l know how to say it.

- 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?

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