Four Brothers Page #7

- l don't know, but it's something big.

- How can you tell?

- By the sound of his voice.

l know my brother.

What's going on, Angel?

- Was that councilman helpful?

- Oh, yeah. A real public servant.

You remember a punk

named Victor Sweet?

- l remember a Malcolm Sweet.

- Victor was his nephew.

Used to deliver things for his uncle.

Like firebombs and beatings.

You remember. Malcolm used

to love to humiliate him all the time.

Yeah, l remember that dude.

Apparently, Victor got sick

of the ass-whuppings

and sunk his uncle into the river.

He owns

the whole neighborhood now.

No sh*t?

Hey, Bobby.

Word around town is that Jerry

owed a lot of people some money.

What are you talking about?

Recognize that dude over

there with the fat head?

Yeah, that's Evander Pearson.

He used to be all right, that guy.

Jerry and him used to hang

during the union days.

He goes by Evan now. And he's

working for a guy named Victor.

You guys are coming

up with this pretty quick.

Yeah, we should have been cops.

What are we doing here, Angel?

Holy sh*t.

- Evan.

- Jerry.

l hate meeting you here, man,

with your kids and all,

but you know how it goes.

- l understand.

- l got it.

l found out Jerry got a big

insurance check for Mom's death.

Be cool, brother.

Forget Jerry. We're gonna

find him later. Come on.

- Yo, Evander! What's up?

- Muriel! We leaving.

- Game's over. Let's go.

- Put your jacket on. lt's time to go.

lt's nice to see you, boys,

but we was just leaving.

You ain't going nowhere.

What was you talking to Jerry about?

Nothing. Just saying hello.

Me and Jerry go way back from

the union days. You know that, Bobby.

Angel tells me you're

one of Victor Sweet's boys now.

Hear he's running sh*t like his uncle.

Treating you like a house n*gger.

What are you thinking about, Evan?

The dude's a punk.

You been gone a long time, fellas.

Times change.

- What's in that envelope?

- What envelope?

You wanna play that f***ing game

with me right now?

- Y'all gonna do this here?

- Right here. Right now.

Give me the envelope

and take a walk. Now!

Go ahead, Evander.

Take the kids home.

We'll see your ass again real soon.

Let's go.

Hurry up.

Councilman.

Pull up a chair.

Vic, this cop came

to see me today,

and he was asking

about that woman.

Don't worry about cops.

- l got cops.

- No, l'm not.

But l'm worried about this guy

Bobby Mercer.

He came to see me

after the cop did.

You tell him my name?

Of course not, Vic. l mean...

But look, you know, we can't

do business like this anymore.

Nothing's changing.

Evan and l were just talking

about this fella, Bobby Mercer.

- Vic, l did not tell the man anything.

- Did you tell him my name?

- No, l swear--

- Yes, you did! You stinking coward.

l smelled it on you

the second you walked in here.

Now go sit at the other table.

- Excuse me?

- Go sit at the kiddie table!

l ain't finished with you. l ain't finished

my hand, so sit your ass down!

- Are you in trouble?

- He's on a time-out.

Come on, man, what you got?

No. l'm out.

Nines. Won again.

Oh, Charlie.

l heard you're marrying

that fine piece of ass of yours.

Yeah, that's right, that's right.

This spring, in fact.

How about l send you

on a little out-of-town work, huh?

Give me a little

one-on-one time alone

with that cute little ltalian thing

of yours, huh?

How would that be?

l'll teach her some nice tricks

for you.

Yeah, maybe you can teach her

how to cook.

No, man, l'll teach her better things

than that.

She's too much woman

for you, Charlie.

You're gonna have

to share her around a bit.

- Nine! My turn!

- You're the one that...

All right, you kids.

- Who wants some ice cream, huh?

- Me!

Why don't you run upstairs. We'll get

you some ice cream. Go on now.

Evan.

Pistol.

l ain't playing no more.

l'm gonna go in there and bust that

melon and find out what he's thinking.

His family's in there.

- You're gonna have to calm down.

- l don't give a sh*t, man.

Oh, l'm calm.

- l'm calm.

- Let me just call him.

He thinks l'm an idiot.

He thinks l don't know

what the f*** is going on.

- Jerry.

- Yeah?

- lt's Angel.

- What's up, man?

Look, man. We need to meet up first

thing tomorrow at Mom's house.

- l'm gonna kill him.

- Calm down, Bobby.

We still family, right?

- I'll see you in the morning.

- Yeah, man.

Okay.

- ls he coming?

- Yeah.

Good.

- What?

- You know what you did.

No! You don't know

who you f***ing with!

Where's Bobby?

- What are you hiding, Jerry? What?

- What the f*** is wrong with you?

lf you had something to do

with what happened,

l swear to God, Jerry,

l'm gonna kill you right here and now!

- No, Bobby, no!

- Angel's gonna ask some questions.

And, brother, l sh*t you not,

the time for lying is over.

We know you're lying

about your business.

And we know you got mixed up

with some gangsters.

- Hold on--

- Stay down!

Y'all think l had something to do

with Mom getting killed?

You got a check for 400,000 that you

just so happened to forget to mention

- from Mom's life insurance.

- She took out the policy for the girls.

Man, l ain't have nothing

to do with that. Come on.

- You made the payments!

- Good timing, Jerry.

Just when it seems like

all is lost for you,

Mom gets shot by some gangsters

and now you hit the f***ing lottery!

So y'all--? Y'all tripping

because l made insurance payments?

What? l paid all her bills!

Where the f*** were y'all?

How many years did l have

to take care of her my goddamn self?

Y'all were around doing nothing!

Bullshitting!

And you gonna tell me l killed her?

Come on, man!

So why would you pay off

a killer like Sweet?

And what the f***

did he do for you, Jerry?

What did he do for me?

He killed my f***ing life!

l put everything in that project!

l bet it all trying to make

something of myself!

Trying to make the sh*t work!

Then Vic's goons gonna

come try to take a piece.

You paid him, Jerry.

You got in bed with him.

No, no, l didn't pay them! That's

how they f***ing shut me down!

l thought the city cut you off.

Douglas? Come on, man.

This is Detroit!

Sweet owns Douglas! He ain't nothing

but a gangster in a suit!

l don't pay him,

and now he shuts my loans off!

- End of story, end of project.

- So, what about the 20 grand?

l just told you. You wanna cross

the bridge, you gotta pay the toll.

l took the money. l was gonna pay

the bribe until y'all f***ed it up.

l took the money. l was gonna pay

the bribe until y'all f***ed it up.

Your mother was a whore!

Hey, f*** you, man! l will kick your--

lt's all about Jerry, right?

Son of a b*tch! Piece of sh*t!

Jack. Jack!

Jack!

Sh*t.

Sh*t! Get down!

Get the f*** down!

- Come on! Get down!

- Jack! Bobby!

Sh*t!

- Bobby!

- Jack.

- Bobby!

- Jack!

Sofi, give me the gun!

- Bobby!

- Jack, hold on!

Sh*t!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

He's behind the bricks!

Jackhammer!

Jeremiah, where are you going?

Jack!

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