Four Brothers Page #9

Well, he's onboard, boss.

Yeah, all right.

What did he say?

He say, ''Hurry the f*** up.''

Then he hung up.

You'll never get the belt. Trust me.

People never think to go for the bag.

lt's always the belt first

for some reason.

The bag has to be clear, though.

Black doesn't work.

Get up.

Get over there right now.

- He's gonna end up dead.

- Ma'am, ma'am, slow it down a gear.

And this isn't even his fight.

lt's his stupid brother's fault!

l understand. l can help you.

But you're gonna have to let

me know who it is we're talking about

- and what's about to happen.

- My boyfriend.

He was talking about killing a cop.

You hear that?

You know what that is?

That's a damn beautiful sound.

Those are my boys coming.

So, what do we do now?

We get out.

Jesus Christ! What is that?

Wha--? What's that?

lt's ice fishing.

Tommy there is part Eskimo.

No.

lt's not looking good

for you, homeboy.

We'll see if they're still your boys

after they find out

you killed your partner Green,

homeboy.

That's your angle, huh?

You gonna walk out there

and tell them l killed Green.

That's your story?

- lt has the advantage of being true.

- So what?

l killed my partner.

l could kill the whole

damn police department

if you were the only witness.

They'd probably just

promote me to chief.

You're one of

the Mercer brothers, brother.

No cop in the world's gonna

believe your word over mine. Sorry.

You know what?

You're probably right.

Other than the ones

l got outside right now in the van

listening to every bit

of our conversation...

...brother.

You're lying.

Afraid not.

Take a look.

l want eyes on the house!

Okay, lieutenant, l'm bringing

him out now.

Come on, man. lt's all over.

l'm gonna pop your head

like a champagne cork.

You hear me?

l'm taking your clown down with me!

Fool showed up.

And they say there's no such thing

as a free lunch.

All right.

Let's sink this dumb-ass

and get out of here.

l got a candlelit date lined up with

a hot piece of Puerto Rican p*ssy.

Jeremiah Mercer. Businessman.

Give me that.

Goddamn it, l like the way

you do business!

You're a reasonable man.

You should have let me in

on your project.

We could have been partners.

Could have been a sweet deal

for both of us.

Now it just a sweet deal for me.

Come on, man.

We gonna do business, or what?

Right.

Right. Right.

Down to business.

What were the...?

What were the terms again?

You give me 400 grand,

and l pardon you and your brothers,

is that right? Forgive and forget, right?

That's right.

My brothers said l was naive.

That you would shoot me

and just take the money. Yeah.

- Damn, man, you hurt my feelings.

- Good.

Because you don't know sh*t

about hurt feelings.

l just buried my mama

and my brother.

And l think that's

payment enough, Vic.

You been doing a lot

of thinking, boy.

Yeah, my mama raised me

to be a thinking man.

So me and my brothers, we came up

with a whole new proposal.

- A whole new proposal. ls that right?

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

You gonna like it too. Because it is a--

A sweet deal.

Check it out. lnstead of giving you

the 400 grand, we decided

we'd give it to these mistreated

workers you got standing behind you.

Pistol.

- Evan, l said pistol!

- No, b*tch.

The one thing you forgot

about me is this:

l was in the union for a long time.

l ain't never missed no meetings.

He ain't lying.

lt's cold out here when you

by yourself, ain't it?

So, what now?

You gonna kill the hand

that's been feeding you?

- Over some stupid old lady?

- Watch your motherfucking mouth.

You dumb shits!

l told Fowler and his pals

all about this meeting!

You kill me, you all go down!

Murder!

He's already late.

Sh*t, he's probably on his way

right now.

He ain't coming.

- Come out!

- l swear to God, l'll kill him!

You guys set me up, huh?

You think you're real smart,

getting this sh*t on tape, huh?

- Fowler?

- What the hell?

- l thought Fowler was the hostage.

- Back off! l'm serious!

- Fowler, what are you doing, man?

- Drop the goddamn gun!

- We're here to help you!

- Back off now! l'm serious!

That's right.

Fowler, put down your weapon!

Not a chance!

l said, back off! Now!

Drop your weapon!

He's down!

Man down! Man down! EMS!

- Call it in!

- Get on the horn!

Come on now.

Who's gonna do it, huh?

Who the man here, huh?

Which one of you tough guys

gonna do it?

Who's gonna take on the champ?

You, Charlie?

Yeah. That's right.

ls this who l think it is?

ls this what you all been waiting on?

- You all right, Jerry?

- Yeah, l'm straight.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Oh, Bobby Mercer.

Back in town.

- You gonna be the one, man?

- Come on, Bobby.

Bring it on, baby. What you got?

Watch his hands, Bobby.

You better say a prayer, man.

- Get him, champ.

- Come on!

Kick his ass! Kick his ass!

Come on, kick his ass!

- Come on, that's it! Come on!

- Hit him hard! Bobby, hit him!

- Get your ass up! Come on!

- Get him!

- All right, you got him! You got him!

- Put that sh*t away, man. Come on.

Yeah, come on, man!

Take him out, boy!

Get back. Get back.

That's it!

- Good night, man!

- That's it! All right, come on, man.

lt's over now, Bobby.

- Elbow, baby, elbow!

- Turn it around, man!

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Get him!

Come on!

F***er!

Hey, get up, b*tch! Get up!

- Motherfuck!

- Get your b*tch ass back in there!

Get him back here!

Yeah!

That's what's up!

- Get him in the hole.

- That's right.

Way to go, Bobby.

So, what we gonna do

about the police?

Police?

Cops love the Mercers, Jerry.

- Sit him down.

- Damn! You girls are trying to kill me!

What are you doing, man? All right!

You wanna go another round, huh?

You arrested him,

and he didn't do anything!

Let me ask you again.

What happened to Victor Sweet,

Mercer?

His name is Jeremiah Mercer,

and l wanna see him now!

Ellis, you might wanna close your ears.

This is nasty sh*t.

That's what you wanna hear? l did it.

l did it, okay?

lf you did it,

then l wanna hear you say it!

From about 5:
30 p.m. till

about 1 1 or so last night,

l was banging that pretty little wife

of yours, okay? Here's the--

l was bumping uglies with your wife.

Your mama, she wasn't good

the first time.

- That true? What do you got now?

- Your hair, scumbag!

Taken off Victor Sweet's dead body.

Don't push him like that!

Oh, baby! Oh, my God!

Are you okay?

- l'm okay, baby.

- They bought it, baby.

- They bought it.

- Let me see. Come here.

- lt's all right.

- Let me see.

- lt's just a boo-boo.

- lt's not just a boo-boo!

Somebody put their fist in your eye!

- Let me see it!

- Come on, now.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, l'm all right.

- Oh, my God. You're bleeding, baby.

- You know l can take a punch.

l know you can take a punch.

- You don't talk about peoples mamas!

- Well, he talked about mine.

- Did you get some licks in?

- Of course.

- Does his eye look like yours?

- Hey, man, where's Bobby?

Let me catch you on the street

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