Four Brothers Page #8

l got kids! A wife.

A family.

Oh, sh*t.

F***.

Motherf***er!

You f***ing--

Bobby!

Bobby! Bobby!

The van! Watch out!

Jack! Jack, look at me!

Jack, you all right? Hold on.

We need an ambulance!

Somebody help! Call 91 1 !

Jack. Jack.

Jack!

Jack, please.

- Come on, man.

- l'm calling, l'm calling.

- Come on, Jack, you gotta breathe!

- We need an ambulance right now!

Don't you die on me, you little fairy.

Come on, Jack. Please!

You gotta f***ing breathe!

Come on!

Jack!

Jack.

Jack, come on, Jack, please!

Please...

Jack.

- Who sent you? Victor Sweet?

- Yeah. Yeah, it was Sweet.

Thank God.

Thank God?

He killed my mother and my little

brother, you motherf***er!

Thank Victor Sweet.

Photograph them.

Hey, let me talk to them, okay?

Look, l'm real sorry, man.

l really am.

But what happened here?

Victor Sweet did this.

How do you figure that?

Because his friend in the bag

over there told me.

Okay, l'll make sure l get

a statement from him then.

Why did Sweet do us like this, man?

And why did it have

to be our moms?

Because Evelyn was going after him.

She knew her son, man.

She never thought for a second

that you were corrupt.

But l never told her

about my business.

Jerry, were you ever able

to keep a secret from her?

She knew all about

your trouble, man.

The moment they shut you down,

she went down there,

- raising hell with the councilman.

- You gonna bury Sweet, or are we?

Well, l got me...

- ...a dirty uniform l gotta deal with first.

- What?

You see, Evelyn filed a report that

got passed on to Victor Sweet.

- By who?

- Look, l just got something l--

Don't bullshit me, Green.

Who are you protecting?

- Your boy Fowler?

- Look, Fowler's my problem!

l'll deal with him.

And then we get Sweet.

Green.

So how we gonna deal

with all this?

Self-defense.

Wasn't it?

Hey.

What's happening, partner?

What's cooking, boss?

lsn't this one

of Victor Sweet's spots?

Yeah, l heard that.

So what?

So why ain't you tell me

that you had talked to Evelyn Mercer

a week before she got killed?

l mean, don't you think that that's

relevant to a murder investigation?

l didn't tell you

because it wasn't relevant at all.

- Really?

- Yeah, l talked to the old lady...

...for all of about five minutes.

She came in with her usual medley.

Kids tagging up her block,

that kind of sh*t.

You know, l figured

it was something like that.

But you still should have

said something to me, man.

Sorry.

Did she file a police report?

No. l sent it over

to the Parks Department.

They clean that sh*t up.

- Five minutes, huh?

- Yeah.

Couldn't have been

much more than that.

You wanna take a shot?

You're gonna need some practice.

l'd love to.

lt's been a long time

since l played a game like this one.

- ls that so?

- Yeah.

Partner, l think your stick is crooked.

l think it's all right.

And the weight is off.

Worked pretty good for me.

You sure?

Yeah.

You is a dirty cop!

Give me your badge.

See, l hate dirty cops.

Green, wait.

Green, wait!

There is something l forgot.

What? What the f***

you wanna say to me?

l forgot they installed those

surveillance cameras in the station.

Motherf***er!

Officer down! Officer down!

Green's been shot!

l'm in the alleyway behind

John R and Seven Mile!

Suspects are two young black males

heading east on foot!

Request backup immediately!

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Jackie.

Never should have came home.

Never should have came.

l miss him too.

We won't be able to bring him back,

but we're gonna send him

some company.

You can't go to war with Victor Sweet.

Not straight up.

He'll just hire more and more

goons until we are all dead.

l don't know.

l don't know what to do anymore.

l already lost one brother.

You guys are all l got.

- l got an idea.

- What?

We'll take the rest of the money

from Mom's insurance,

pay Sweet to call off the dogs.

- He'll deal. He's a businessman.

- lt doesn't count as a plan

if it takes you longer to say it

than it does to think it up.

Yeah, Jerry.

Sweet will meet up with you,

take your money.

Won't be able to find your body

till the river thaws.

lf you can get that far.

Jesus, Jeremiah,

what you doing here?

l'm here to do a little

collective bargaining.

What, with Sweet?

Did you not get the message?

He wants blood.

- That's not negotiable.

- Look, they told us

we'd never get $30 an hour on the job

either, right? But what we get?

So don't tell me this is not possible.

Come on, man.

So, what you bringing to the table?

Four hundred thousand dollars.

Yo.

- Evan called Sweet. He's going for it.

- So when's the meet?

- Four o'clock.

- Today?

- Yeah.

- That's in three hours.

Well, we ain't got no choice!

Sweet's supposed to roll up on us

any minute now.

What? What else?

Well, Evan, we cool.

And he let me in on a little something.

lf Fowler's there, he don't

think he's gonna go for it.

- So there's no plan!

- Yes, there is, Bobby.

We need to take Fowler out

before the meet.

We can't kill a cop

even if he is dirty.

He handed Ma to Sweet, okay?

He ain't walking away from this.

Make sure the hole's cut

when we get there.

Hey, come here.

- All right. l love you.

- Now, don't get shot.

- Don't shoot anyone either.

- Relax.

Unless you have to.

Come on, now.

You know l love you, don't you?

Y'all be good now.

And take care of Mommy, all right?

Be careful.

l will.

Bobby.

Look, l know l don't

know you that well,

but don't you let him get hurt.

You bring him back to me.

l will, Camille.

lt's gonna be okay.

Hey, kid!

What you doing,

playing out here in the snow?

l'm just working on my swing

for the spring.

Hey, man, l need a big favor.

l'll give you $20

and this whole box of Baby Ruths.

You see that house over there?

Not till we hear from Angel.

- What do you want?

- l'm selling candy to raise money

for my baseball team. We wanna

buy new uniforms and equip--

Thanks. Now get the hell out of here.

Thanks. Now get the hell out of here.

This is a big problem.

A big problem for you.

Even a completely calm person

will suffocate

in four minutes without oxygen.

And you're not exactly calm,

are you?

- Jerry!

- F***!

We ain't going nowhere

without the call,

- so just calm down.

- What the f*** you--?

- Jerry!

- Just keep stalling him.

Hold-- l'm grabbing my scarf, man.

l'll be there in a minute! Hold on.

- Angel?

- Hey, I got him.

- ls he out of the way?

- What, you wanna ask him?

- Let me hear his voice.

- Hold on, let me put him on. Hold on.

Hey, man, say hi to my brother.

- We got you now, b*tch.

- l'm coming.

Go.

Jerry, what the hell? You in there?

- That's our money?

- Yeah.

- Hey, man, hey!

- Relax, relax.

- Hey, what is this, man? What is this?

- Relax, relax. Just relax.

We just gotta check it out, make

sure you ain't strapped. Relax, relax.

- He's good.

- Okay.

Let's take a ride, Jerry.

Yeah, yeah, l got it.

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