The Brothers Page #8

dis me like that.

- Coming up in here with Amistad.

- "Give us free."

- This joint is hot tonight.

- Could we get this check?

Okay, it's coming.

I ain't leaving.

She ain't running me out.

Know what I realized?

I'm separated from my wife,

and yet, doing better than both of you.

- Shut the f*** up, all right?

- Don't be mad at me.

Well, all right.

The separation agreement is complete.

What's up? You all right?

No, I'm not all right.

What's going on, man?

Talk to me.

Hey, have a drink.

Terry, no, man, no.

J, man, I can't do it.

I can't do it.

I was cool until a few days ago.

But, man, I looked at the calendar.

This wedding is two weeks away.

Two weeks!

I'm making a big mistake

marrying BeBe.

It's just cold feet, man.

It's not cold feet. I'm telling you.

I'm not ready.

- You're supposed to have it together.

- I know.

I did, man. I did.

I thought it was time, you know?

I think I was trying to make myself

believe I could move on with my life.

But every time I looked in the mirror,

I realized it wasn't true.

So how did BeBe take it?

- You didn't tell her?

- No, I told her, J. I told her.

I left her a message.

On her machine?

- On her machine?

- Yeah, I left a message.

- Why don't you back off?

- Don't scream. It's your sh*t.

All right, my bad, man.

She already heard the message.

She called me 10 times today.

You got anything stronger?

I'm calling the fellas.

No, don't call nobody, man.

You need to be with your boys.

Don't call Brian.

I already know what he's gonna say.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!

Brian...

...f*** you.

Sorry, Terry, but I did. I know you.

You don't want to get married.

The way you dropped her on

the machine, that was brilliant.

Come on, Brian.

Have some sympathy for the man.

Hey, hey, Terry? I know how you feel.

Look...

...I haven't told you fellas this...

...but I married Sheila

because she was pregnant.

Oh, we knew that. Come on, man.

All right, the point is, we fell

in love later and sh*t was good.

Yeah, I had second thoughts,

thirds and fourths too.

You've got to find a reason

to go back to that girl.

Derrick, how can you even say

that after what Sheila did?

All right, so I made a mistake.

But I made it like a man.

I stood up for what was right,

and Terry should do the same.

Then he'd cheat BeBe and himself.

You think about this, D.

Jack, what kind of friends

are you two?

He's gotta do the right thing.

Terry needs to run like hell.

You need to shut your ass up!

- Why I gotta shut up, Derrick?

- Shut up!

I'm just telling the truth.

- Brian?

- My bad, my bad.

I'm gonna do this for Jack, all right?

I apologize.

Yeah, me too. Sorry.

Denise dated my father before me.

Goddamn! Oh, sh*t!

- Get out. For real?

- Yeah.

Denise boned your father?

No, she said it was just a date,

but she kept that sh*t from me.

When I found out,

I had to cut her loose.

Yo, man, I don't blame you for that.

But I thought we had

something special, you know?

I lost it.

Ain't no loss.

If she boned your father, she's a ho.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

- What you talking about?

- He's your boy, show respect.

Why I can't speak my mind?

I got sh*t to say tonight.

You ignorant.

Forget it. You know what, Jack?

I apologize, all right?

Anybody else got some revelations?

My wife wouldn't go down on me.

- Shut up.

- You might keep that to yourself.

Either we weren't strong or she didn't

care. Either way, I got dry dick.

I'm scared to zip my pants.

I'll go off like a firecracker.

Yo, that's irreconcilable

differences for your ass.

They gotta put that in wedding vows.

Love, honour, obey, and slob the knob.

For sure.

Fellas, I been doing some thinking.

We talk a whole lot of sh*t.

Complaining about the honeys,

what they want, what they don't want.

Maybe the ladies ain't the problem.

Maybe we are.

- What type of sh*t are you talking?

- Just feel me on this.

Maybe we need to check our own sh*t.

Come your shabbado-for-

electric-boogaloo ass, home.

You go home and spank your monkey.

That's some lonely sh*t.

That's why you got desert dick.

So how's BeBe doing, man?

Sh*t, terrible.

She came by this morning,

crying, screaming, and carrying on.

I had to run out the back door.

She was acting all crazy.

I can't blame her, Mr. Telephone Man.

- You probably called her ass collect.

- You ain't funny, man.

She followed me to work.

Had me hiding in the janitor's closet.

You have to stop doing that.

You owe that woman the respect

of telling her face to face.

I know, but you're not hearing me.

BeBe was on some different sh*t, J.

We'll talk, but she needs to chill.

- I just need more time.

- More time, all right.

We're gonna get carjacked.

Where you taking me?

- We got to get Brian's issued ass.

- For what?

Man, his car is all jacked up.

I told his punk ass

to move up out this neighbourhood.

No, some woman is stalking him.

- Shut the f*** up.

- No, I'm serious.

And he's messed over so many women,

he don't even know which one it is.

Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!

These don't go in my magazine.

I don't know where you got these from.

I hire a good photographer...

Could you excuse me for a minute?

Thank you.

I just thought I'd come by and say hi.

No reason we can't be civil.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry

about all those nasty things I said.

We gotta be around each other

for the baby...

...so I was hoping we could be

adults about it.

All right.

I went out last weekend

with my girlfriends.

Kind of a

freedom-celebration-type thing.

Freedom?

I shouldn't hear this.

- And this guy asked me to dance.

- What guy?

Just some guy that asked me to dance.

And I just started crying.

It freaked him out.

Then my girlfriends told me

it was natural to feel that way.

They started talking about their ex's.

And these women have been disrespected

in ways you couldn't imagine.

And I'm sitting there,

thinking to myself...

...my husband just wanted to make love

to me and care for his mother.

And I just felt so stupid.

What are you saying?

I'm saying, I was wrong, Derrick.

I love you so much.

You mean the world to me, and I didn't

realize how much that was worth.

I tried to hurt you by bringing Mama

without talking it over.

- Yes, you did.

- Hey, I apologize.

Okay.

If it's okay with you,

can I be your husband again?

Oh, baby, I forgot how cute you are...

...when you get mushy.

Okay, wait, go lock the door.

Lock the door.

Don't threaten me with a good time.

Oh, Sheila.

Hell, no.

Jack.

- Goddamn!

- Hey, what's up, fellas?

- Like your paint job.

- That is sweet.

- You're in your drawers. Get dressed.

- Let me get out this suit.

You know, you gotta get a maid.

She didn't work out.

- You had sex with her, didn't you?

- She was fine.

Get down! Get down!

- I told you to move!

- Why you yelling at me?

I ain't out there shooting!

You need to stop arguing

and call the cops.

Terry! I want to talk to you, honey!

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