The Brothers Page #5

Give me what, Sheila?

Oh, well...

...first, let's do it

the regular way...

- Oh, no, not interested.

- We can talk about...

What the hell is this?

You haven't touched me for weeks!

Because I'm tired.

I don't believe this sh*t.

Is that what's important?

Somebody going down on you?

You just don't get it, do you?

We are married.

This is not just about sex.

It's about how we feel

about each other.

You mean everything to me.

What do I mean to you?

No, this is about sex.

See, that's all you men care about.

No, this is about the way I've let you

control this relationship and family.

That's over now.

My mama's coming to live with us.

No, she's not!

I told them

I am terminating her lease.

She's coming as soon as I can get her.

You didn't consult with me.

I didn't agree.

I didn't have to.

I consulted my damn self.

You are doing this to spite me...

...because I won't give you

the sex you want.

You are nothing but

a nasty, freaky freak...

You know, I married you

because you were pregnant...

...and I never

questioned your motives.

We agreed it was the best thing to do.

Oh, did we?

Or did you come to me crying, saying:

"My life is over.

What are we gonna do?"

Are you trying to say I got

pregnant intentionally to hook you?

What I am saying is that my mama

is coming to live with us.

Get used to it.

You hit me, it'll take

NATO Peacekeepers...

...to pull my foot out your ass.

Fine, Derrick.

Do we have any more triple-A batteries?

I think I used them all

the last time this happened.

Don't play, woman.

I quit school because of recess!

My cousin says his place in Florida

is empty next month.

You trying to shack up with me?

Oh, hell, yes. Then we can do it

all over South Beach.

We can christen every single pier.

Jack, there's something

that's been on my mind.

Something I need to tell you.

What?

I don't even know how to start.

Let me help you this time.

There's something I want to tell you.

- Remember telling me about pictures?

- I remember.

At first I didn't understand

what you meant.

But I understand now, what you meant.

How a person can make a turning point

to where it changes everything.

And I've changed like that, Denise.

I've changed like that because of you.

I want you to know, Denise,

I'm not afraid of a good woman...

...and all that she can

bring to a man.

And I'm not afraid to tell you

I love you, Denise.

Now, did that make it a little easier

to say what you wanted to say?

Yeah.

It did. Actually, it's...

...not even important anymore.

I love you too, Jackson.

Good.

Really good.

You gonna eat that?

Yeah.

This sh*t right here, it's blazing.

The spices and sh*t was just right.

Hi, baby.

Louise, thank you for

letting me have my shower here.

Louise, thank you for

letting me have my shower here.

Terry's mother loved it.

No problem. Freddie throws

Terry's bachelor party...

...and I'm not about to be outdone.

Hey.

Denise, you okay?

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

I was thinking, Jackson has been

saying the right things...

...but I don't know if he means it.

Why do you say that?

He told me that he loved me.

- Sweet!

- And he ate the last chicken piece.

- Stop.

- Not good. Not good.

I can get Terry to talk to him,

find out what he thinks.

He's got his head on straight.

Yes, Terry's gonna make

a fine husband.

You know the brothers

are not going for that.

I was probably overreacting.

It happens.

Maybe Jackson was just hungry.

Not likely, baby.

It's a subconscious thing.

Why do we always pay

for men's emotional failures?

We do do that. We do.

Don't we?

- I know one reason.

- What?

Damn, if we gonna get deep,

let's sit down.

Bring the strawberries.

- I need to learn this.

- Grab that champagne.

All right.

Denise, I love my brother

but if he gives you mixed messages...

...tell him to get his sh*t together.

That was my baby that said that.

Right. That's what I do to Derrick.

That's why we're happy.

- You gotta stand up to him.

- Oh, I know. I know.

Jackson is a good man,

I give him that.

But I have worked too hard to shape

him into the man I've grown to love.

And I'm not doing that sh*t again.

I'm not limiting myself to brothers.

I'll consider all men,

even those who aren't black.

Like hell you will!

- But, Mama...

- Who taught you that?

Life!

Brothers date all kinds of women.

Why should we wait for them

to bestow their favours upon us?

Screw that. A white man has all

the equipment and twice the cash.

Okay, I heard you.

Oh, I wouldn't know

anything about that.

While we're on the subject

of other men, Mama...

...you need a man.

Stop pining away for Daddy.

Okay, that's enough,

you've been drinking too much.

This is a new century.

Women are saying goodbye

to dependency.

I don't need a man. I have myself.

I wasn't sure till this very second,

but my baby's still a virgin.

You know what you have to do?

You need to reject your p*ssy.

- Oh, my God!

- No, she didn't.

That's a little bit

too much me in you.

Now, sit down somewhere.

That word was created by men in order

to objectify women's sexuality...

...and turn us into property.

If you accept that you have one,

they own you.

I don't. I reject my p*ssy.

She said the "P" word.

If that's the case...

...why don't you give me yours

because I could use an extra one.

Fine. But you know what?

Don't say I didn't try to educate you.

No, we hear you, Cherie.

Denise, I think you need to sit down

and really tell him how you feel.

The direct approach is the best one.

I'm not trying to scare him...

...and you know I have a tendency

to come across a little strong.

A woman is strength.

Not just the giver of life

and all that, but more.

Men don't even know who they are

until they find the right woman.

Or, for that matter,

if they even want a woman.

But whatever he chooses,

it starts with us.

So be fearless with my son.

Don't be timid with love,

because we invented the sh*t.

- All right.

- Thank you. Now...

...ladies, to the sisters.

- To the sisters!

- Yes!

Miracles and blessings, ladies.

Miracles and blessings.

Okay, don't wait up, Mama.

Bye-bye.

Louise, can I ask you something?

More about Jackson?

No, this is about me.

Okay, come on.

Well, well, the husband-to-be.

Yes, yes, yes.

Why are you sitting here

by yourself?

- Drinking.

- I can see, but...

...you need to come by the pool.

As you see, here is a boob.

I need to talk to you.

Bro, what's up?

Without her. Excuse me?

All right, don't you go too far

with my two little friends.

Did you see? She can breathe.

So, what's up, B? Speak.

Why are you doing this?

How many times

we got to talk about this?

I told you, because I think

it's about time I grew up.

Don't do it. Don't do it, Terry.

The brothers, we got

a friendship, a bond!

And you, under the guise of growing

up, are about to throw it away.

And I'm looking out for us.

I'm protecting the brothers.

You know what your problem is?

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