The Brothers Page #7

And you know I was looking good.

Let me tell you about Daddy

and your golden girl, Denise.

They had a thing together.

I know.

You know? And you don't care?

No.

Because nothing happened between them.

It was before she met you.

Your father is charming and

handsome and all those things.

Did it occur to you that she might've

seen those qualities in you?

I can't believe she sucked you in.

She's not the one who told me.

She tried. But I didn't let her.

Your father told me everything.

Nobody cared enough to tell me?

What makes you think you

can trust him?

He didn't have to tell me, Jackson.

And I know him.

You have to stop seeing Daddy.

And do what?

Huh?

You're gone, your sister's leaving.

I throw parties here

just to have people around.

Your father and I are comfortable

with each other, Jackson.

And I have my needs.

Mama, not the needs.

I know that you still love him.

But you have to let him go.

No.

I won't let him go.

We had a marriage...

...love and children.

Nothing is stronger than that.

Okay. And then what?

He'll get you excited about

getting back together.

Then he's just gonna run

and break your heart again.

Maybe.

But I can handle that.

That girl loves you.

What you gonna do about it?

I gotta go.

Do you still think about her?

Yeah, every day.

Do you still think that she and your

father were sexually intimate?

I don't know.

Probably not.

If that's the case,

why don't you go back to her?

Talk it out.

I just don't have it in me, you know?

I get too mad. Too scared.

Let's explore that.

No offense,

but this will be my last session.

You're giving up?

Love's supposed to be

beautiful, but I can't get it.

I'm up, love's down.

I'm left, love's right.

I'm ready, love says, " Not yet,

she dated your father."

Maybe there is love out there,

but it's running from me.

I can't keep chasing it.

Jackson?

That's the kind of existence you want?

Life without love in it?

A girl just beat you for game.

My bad, man.

You need a dress

the way you've been playing.

Yo, kid, I'm sorry to hear

about you and Sheila.

Yeah, I was too, but that's life.

No, that's just women.

Oh, come on. Shut up!

They always trying to

jam up a brother.

And they always complain

like we're the bad guys.

Writing man-hating books

like, Waiting to Exhale.

Check this out. I'm gonna write

a book called, "Breathe, B*tch."

Boy, you are retarded.

You always gotta use that word?

I use the word because it applies.

You need to check yourself.

You better start

showing the ladies some love.

Come on, all the sh*t you be doing?

You can't call women names.

- Oh, really?

- Really.

"B*tches" by Terry White.

No, no, no, not the poem.

That was when I was 10 years old.

I would trade my life

And all its riches

To rid my life of all the b*tches

To watch a game

Just eating and drinking

To say, "Yo, get out my face"

When she asks

"Baby, what you thinking?"

To hang with my boys

And not worry a bit

To get me a little ass

And get on with my sh*t

To have a good life, baby

Free from affliction, pregnant

And in the motherfucking kitchen

You are stupid.

But they got the booty,

Now that's the hitch

And us without them

Now ain't that a b*tch?

- There's issues.

- Thank you.

I know y'all feeling me right now.

You will never work

for Hallmark that way.

Where have you been?

I'm going crazy.

Calm down and tell me what's up.

She's having some kind of a fit.

- I think it's about Daddy.

- I'm gonna put an end to this.

Surprise!

I'm sorry, big brother.

God, it was so easy to fool you.

That's because you getting

old, baby boy.

Your mind is first to go.

You know what goes after that.

- Happy birthday, baby.

- Thank you.

Happy birthday, son.

Hey, J, where's your walker, man?

Happy birthday, man. Oh, wait...

...something done fell out.

Get you some of them blue slacks

that's tight in the front.

Hey, you okay, son?

You been moping around all night.

If I didn't know better, I'd think

this was an early midlife crisis.

Something like that.

Hell, I'd trade places

with you in a heartbeat.

Sh*t.

Wait till you get to be my age.

That's when your body goes crazy.

You lose the hair on your head

and grow it in your nose.

Why didn't you tell me

you dated Denise?

She asked me not to.

I mean, you seem to like Denise...

...and I saw no reason

to stand in the way.

I believe you young guys

call that, "player hating."

Why don't we talk later?

After everybody's gone.

Okay?

Let's talk about why you're

sleeping with my mother.

Louise and I have an arrangement.

That's all.

Damn it, son, I'm sorry. Okay?

That's the first thing I agree with.

You know what I realized?

I'm just like you.

I can't do right by a woman either.

Okay. Okay.

I deserved that.

I haven't been much of a friend

or a father lately.

See, I hate it when you do that.

- When I do what?

- Rationalize your faults.

Can't you have one moment of shame

about your sh*t?

- What's gotten into you?

- You.

I inherited your eyes, your nose,

and your ugly contempt for women.

- You don't mean that.

- Oh, yes, I do.

You broke up the family with your

arrogance and selfishness.

Somehow it's gotten into me.

It's been a long night. I think

you've had too much to drink...

- I don't want to talk to your ass.

- No, son. I'm talking to you.

Because you've been drinking,

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

- Really?

- Really.

Stay the f*** out my life.

Did you hear that?

Let me tell you something.

- I'm still your father! You do not...

- Fred. Hey, Fred.

Come on, dance with me, baby.

Come on, now.

Terry's not coming?

Nah, he hooked up with BeBe.

They're meeting a wedding planner.

See, it's starting already.

You put your boys on the back burner

and more and more you just don't care.

Next, you're wearing an apron

and got a feather duster up your ass.

Why do all your stories end with

a feather duster up somebody's ass?

This guy...

Damn. Hey, look, Jack.

Turn around slowly,

and look who just walked in.

Hi, guys.

Denise.

Hey...

...you want to go talk?

I don't really think that's

gonna be a good idea.

This is Zeno. Zeno, that's Jackson...

...Derrick and that's Brian.

- Denise.

I see our people, honey.

That's right.

Nice to see you guys again.

He's not her type.

Is he white?

She's trying to get me mad.

I'm not stressing.

No, I think he's Asian.

It's the oldest trick in the book.

She brings some cat

to make it look like she don't care.

I don't buy it.

Maybe he's Latino or Indian.

- What difference does race make?

- So Jack will know how pissed to be.

But Jackson is not mad. All right?

I'm gonna go talk to her.

Whoa, scooter. Come on, now.

That's what she wants you to do.

- He might know karate. Right, Brian?

- Very funny, Derrick.

There's a lot of ladies up in here.

- Let's get our little party on.

- You're right.

You know...

...it's an epidemic here.

Check this out.

What?

I know she ain't just

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