Okay, Darnell,
so the candy just happened to jump into your pocket, huh?
I don't think so. Samir's gonna call the police now.
- But I... - Samir, the police.
- Hello, police? - Please don't call the police. Please.
I'll hold.
That's what happens when you shoplift, there's consequences.
But it's just some damn candy. I don't wanna go to jail.
Well, you can probably get away with stealing sometimes, Darnell,
but, you know, sooner or later you're gonna get caught.
Is that the way you wanna lead your life, huh?
- No. - I happen to believe
that you're worth more.
But you gotta believe it, Darnell.
- I hear you, Miss Evelyn. - Are you bullshitting me?
- No, ma'am. - Well, you better not be, you hear me?
Yes, ma'am.
Okay. Now you tell Samir.
I won't steal anymore, sir.
It's all right.
Boy, did you get lucky.
Now I want you to go straight home, you hear me?
- Yes. - You shouldn't be out
at this time of the night anyway. Go on, get.
Thank you, Miss Evelyn.
You handled that just beautifully.
You know, he's a good kid. He just needs an older brother.
So let's take a look at these Thanksgiving birds.
Oh, nice. Nice and plump.
Yo, Osama! Osama! Get behind the register! Now!
- Did you hear what he said? - Move! Move!
- Please! Take it. Please. - Shut up, man. Come on.
- I want no trouble. - Shut the fuck up.
- Take it all. - Shut up!
- I just came to the country. - Don't you move.
- Do not move! - I want no trouble, sir. Take it all.
This is America, homeboy. Black people don't get what they want
- in this country. Why should you? - Please!
Move, move, move, move!
Come on. Let's go!
Been a long time since anybody seen that face around here.
Must've gotten off for good behavior.
Not likely.
That's Bobby Mercer.
Heavyweight champion fuck-up of the family.
And that's a well-defended title.
Would've made his daddy proud if he had ever had one.
I used to know him a little. Played hockey with the boy.
Got thrown out of 60-odd games
before the league had finally had enough of him.
They called him the Michigan Mauler.
- Who's the kid? - Oh, that's Jack. He's the youngest.
First-class fuck-up, third-class rock star.
- He doesn't look like trouble. - He's a Mercer.
Don't let him fool you.
Hey.
You all right?
You sure?
You know I love you, man.
Come on, let's go see Jerry.
- What do we got over here? - Another model citizen, I'm sure.
My mom, she used to talk about y'all all the time,
about how y'all used to cut up at work.
- No, actually Jeremiah's all right. - She told me everything.
You know, he was a rising star in the union for a while.
Man found a cause.
- How you doing, baby? - Cool.
Nice house, man. Not bad at all.
What's up, kiddo? Come on, man. Give me a hug, man.
We got one MIA. I thought you said there were four.
Angel?
Pretty boy.
Ex-hustler.
Soldier.
Guess he's a no-show today.
Do you remember when I built that tree house
- and you burned the shit down? - Come on, man.
- Boy, I wanted to kick your ass, man. - Don't worry, your house is brick.
- I ain't gonna burn it down. - Well, now, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah. No smoking in my house,
so you're gonna have to put that out. Sorry.
I don't get it.
If this woman's such a goddamn saint,
how did she end up raising four total fuck-ups?
Ms. Evelyn cycled hundreds of kids out of the foster-care system
and into permanent homes.
And in 30 years, she only came across four lost causes.
Four delinquents so far gone,
she couldn't find anyone to take them in.
So she did.
Trust me, Fowler,
these kids are congressmen compared to what they would've been.
- Hey there. You must be Daniela. - Look how big you guys are.
And you must be Amelia.
Nice dress, Amelia.
- I'm Amelia. - I know.
You guys probably don't remember us, but I'm your Uncle Bobby
and this is Cracker Jack.
Don't teach them that, man.
- You're not my uncle. You're white. - Grandma Evey's white.
Yeah, see, we're a different kind of uncle.
Your grandma, she adopted me and Uncle Jack,
like she did your daddy.
You're a policeman!
That's right, and you're all under arrest, so don't nobody move.
Hey, where y'all going?
What about me, Green? You gonna arrest me too?
All depends, Bobby. You keeping straight?
Straight-ish.
- How you doing, man? - Good to see you.
- Jack. - Green.
Sorry about your mom, brother. Give me some love.
Jerry.
I thought you said he wasn't coming.
No, I said I didn't know if he was coming or not.
I ain't seen him in Lord knows how many years.
You know it's hard to track that Bobby down.
Don't give me that look, Camille.
I am way through with that life.
Thanks for coming, Green. Mom would've been happy you made it.
Shit, your mom would've been happy you made it back for her funeral.
I didn't come back for no funeral.
Thanks for the offer, but we got it under control.
Yeah. You know, I could tell by the looks of things when I drove in.
The place looks completely different. Detroit's finest cleaned it up, huh?
Yeah, be easy, Bobby. We got these punks.
Kid playing basketball across the street
witnessed two gangbangers running in there, shooting up the place...
Come on, Green. I used to make a good living around here
because cops like you guys couldn't find tits in a strip joint.
Why don't you come inside,
have some coffee and some doughnuts
and then take your boy and get the fuck out of here, okay? Come on.
Charming guy.
Nice to be home.
So, shit, Bobby, what've you been up to?
I'm a freaking college professor, Jack. What do you think I've been doing?
- I doubt that. - Same old Bobby.
What about you? You still sucking a little cock left and right, or what?
Fucker.
Y'all ain't right leaving me out here in the cold like this.
- Yo, little brother! You asshole! - You ought to be ashamed!
- I missed my plane. - Get over here.
You missed our mother's funeral too, jarhead.
- What's up? - What's up with you?
- What's up, boy? - It's all good, man.
- You shaved off the Afro, huh? - Jack!
- Haven't seen you in forever. - Yeah, I know.
- Did you get your teeth whitened? - Man, shut up, Jackie-poo.
I'm gonna get me something to eat.
- All y'all hungry? - No, I'm gonna get some sleep.
Jack, you take your old room, all right? Angel, take yours.
I'm gonna sleep in Mom's room.
You been crying in here, you little fairy?
Leave it alone, man.
Still making a lot of racket on that freaking thing?
Yeah, still making a lot of racket.
- Too weird in Mom's room? - Oh, man.
Way too weird.
It's crazy.
I mean, everything's exactly the same.
She didn't change nothing in this house.
- Look at y'all. - What?
Nothing. I'm just happy to see you, man.
Happy to see my brothers, that's all.
I'm happy to see you too, Jerry.
I guess I'll stop by the grocery store and grab a turkey or something.
Have a Thanksgiving dinner.
Let's at least act like we're a real family.
Mom would like that.
Where you think you going?
It's a little heavy in there. I'm gonna just go outside and get me a little air.
You're full of shit, man. You can smell that ass from down the street, huh?
What are you talking about?
What do you mean, what? Come on, what, man.
You know exactly what we're talking about with La Vida Loca.
Ain't nobody going to get no La Vida Loca nothing.
- She got a boyfriend. - She got a boyfriend.
She's got hard dick in her right now.
She's screaming somebody else's name, and the last thing she's doing
is thinking about your black ass. Leave it alone, man.
I can't even believe y'all coming at me with this crazy junk, man.
- She's nothing but trouble. - I'm standing here
telling y'all both right now,
I'm not going to see that girl, and I'm not!
- How serious are you with this dude? - We're serious!
Oh, shit!
Come on, in here.
Loco Ono is not staying in this house!
- Bullshit, Bobby! - I don't care!
La Vida Loca ain't staying in this house one more night.
- So get her stuff... - So it's your house?
- This ain't no homeless shelter. - You not running shit, Bobby!
- You not! - Hey, Bobby.
Baby, why don't you go back upstairs. I've got this covered.
- What's wrong with you? - Go back upstairs!
Why do you let him talk to me like that?
- Go upstairs! - Was I speaking Spanish?
- What's your problem?
Can you stop talking to my girl like that, man?
That's what I'm talking about, Bobby.
She wasn't your girl as of yesterday, man. She had another man.
So I'm confused.
What are you talking about, man?
- She is my girl! - He's right!
Let's just play some fucking Turkey Cup, man. How about that?
Don't start, man.
- Why do you always do that? - Shut up.
- To be aggravating. - "To be aggravating. "
Chill out, man. I'm watching the game. Come on.
- Why don't y'all hold that down? - Yeah.
Hold that down, man.
- You a woman. - Get him, Jerry.
- Try it one more time. - What you gonna do?
- You'll see. - Big-ass teeth. Bite me?
You do got some big-ass teeth, Jerry.
Yeah.
All right.
- Yeah, get him, Jerry! - What's up?
- What the hell you doing? - Come on, boy.
The Gorgeous Black Ladies of Wrestling, Nitro and Midnight.
Nitro got Midnight in a headlock.
Get him! Get him, Jerry!
Midnight trying to get up, but Nitro's on him!
- Get him, Nitro! - Okay. All right, all right. All right.
I'm still your big brother.
Come on, man, let's eat. Bring out that bird.
Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, thank you for this day.
Thank you for this food we're about to receive
and thank you for bringing us together. Amen.
- Amen. - Amen.
Pass me the salad, man.
Zip up your mouth, Jeremiah.
You grow up in a barn?
Close your mouth, Angel.
You think you a cow or something?
More tattoos, Angel?
You don't have to hide them. Look at mine.
But take your elbow off the table.
Jackie?
I know bad things happened to you before you came to me.
Hey, look at me.
But you're safe now.
To hell with this, man.
Let's go get a pickup game.
I wanna see some quick sticks and some tight passing.
It's too cold, man.
I ain't come all the way back out here to go play no hockey.
Come on, ladies, let's show these guys some fucking skills!
Yeah! Come on. Bring it.
All right. Here it comes.
Pass me the puck, Bobby!
Come on, man. Go.
- Y'all watch this. - You got him.
Yeah! Black present.
- There you go, yes! - Nigga, please.
Sorry about that.
- Let me to talk to the girls. - What are you doing? Give me that!
- Get your head out of your ass, Jerry! - That's my phone, man!
- Come on! - Hit him hard.
- That was weak. - Get it, get it, get it.
- Shut up, man. - There you go!
- Shit, I gotta make a man out of you. - Damn it, Bobby.
- Why you make them madder? - Yeah.
Gentlemen, I am truly sorry about your mother.
Although I only met Evelyn the one time...
...she made quite an impression.
I know it's difficult to deal with mundane financial matters
while your heart still grieves for a loved one.
How much do we get?
Come on, man.
- Excuse me. - Jack, what the..?
Stupid-ass Jack, what's wrong with you?
What was that?
This is the contents of your mother's safety-deposit box.
I'll leave you to look through it.
Birth certificate.
The adoption papers.
Henry Ford Hospital. So I am from Detroit.
- Lansing, Michigan. - My mom was 16?
I got any papers in there?
No.
- I don't? - No.
- You got any papers in there? - No.
1969.
- Mom went to Woodstock. - You didn't know Mom was a hippie?
Oh, here we go.
- I ain't got no papers in there, man? - There's some paper right there.
What about me?
- That'll look good on you. - Whatever, man.
- You're fucking with me. - Quit crying.
Come on, I got something to show y'all.
- This is it. - So this is your dream, Jerry?
- Oh, yeah. - There's a lot of space in here.
What are you gonna do, build some automobiles?
- No, luxury lofts. - Rims, man.
Urban sophistication is what I'm talking about.
- So now you're doing real estate? - This whole first floor here
is gonna be lavish offices and storefronts.
I'm gonna put stained-glass windows here...
The building is condemned. You got insurance?
- Why? - So we can burn this bitch down.
No, we ain't burning shit down. You always wanna destroy something.
- Look. Look at your little brother. - Jack!
Oh, I'm sorry. Is this the master suite?
Am I making the property value go down?
This shithole gives the term "Motor City Breakdown"
a whole new meaning, Jerry.
How the hell you gonna pay for all this?
Government redevelopment loan. Easy to qualify. Low interest rates.
Y'all stick around, I might give y'all ass a job.
They look like nipples.
Let's go get a real drink.
Your attention, please. I wanna make a toast.
To Evelyn Mercer.
The greatest mother four degenerate bastards ever had.
Johnny, pour me and my brothers another round.
- And a warm milk for my sister here. - Man, I will drink you under the table.
We're not talking about sperm, Jack, this is whiskey.
Jack drinks Jack Jack drinks Jack
- That's your brother. - Jack drinks Jack
Jack licks ass crack and ball sack.
Jack doesn't lick ass crack and ball sack!
Jack likes boobs. Jack gots fans.
Jack's got lots of fans.
- Oh, man. - Will you shut up, man?
- I don't wanna go. - Why are you in such a rush?
You can't hang with your big brother and have a drink?
- I'm here. I mean, what? - I'm glad y'all here. I love y'all.
Hey, that's real goddamn bad stuff about your mom, fellas.
- Yeah. - Freaking gangs. Worms.
- Someone ought to step on them. - Which gang, Johnny G?
Oh, shit. Here we go. I knew it.
I think I heard something.
The neighborhood's really upset about this.
Same old Bobby.
Mama always said,
"As bright as Bobby is, he just does not like to think. "
Ain't no good gonna come from this.
- Let the police do their damn job. - Stop with the police.
Half the cops in this town are crooked.
You think the other half give two shits about another liquor-store holdup?
I'm telling you, man, Green's on our side on this one.
- Come on, man. - Green?
She's the only woman that ever gave a damn, man.
The least we can do is go bang on a few doors
and see what happens.
We owe her that much.
Why are you acting like such a bitch, Jerry?
Okay. So, what, y'all just gonna shoot up the whole town
because y'all mad?
- Why not? - Come on, man!
The people who did this, they probably from the same
shitty-ass streets we from.
Mom would've been the first to forgive them. Y'all know that.
- We can't all be saints, Jerry. - Yeah, we can't all be saints, Jerry.
All right. All right. Cool.
- Bye, Jerry. - Don't call me when y'all get shot up.
This is Detroit, in case y'all forgot.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Johnny.
Come tell us what's going on, man.
You wanna know what I heard?
- You got a burner? - I flew in.
Man, be careful with my baby.
- You like that? - Got ammo?
Yeah. It's loaded, little brother. Careful. Here, you carry the gas can.
- We're gonna do that gas thing? - Yeah, we're gonna do the gas thing.
The only thing that scares people more than getting burned to death
is people getting eaten alive. Let's go.
What do I..? What do I get?
You coming with us? Here you go, sweetheart. Poke them with that.
- Oh, thanks. - You're welcome.
Let's go. Five-0! I wanna see some hands!
Five-0, man! Five-0!
It's the fucking police!
Bitch, get off me.
Get out! I don't wanna see any of you back!
- What are you doing here? - Hands!
You got any drugs or alcohol on you?
We're gonna make y'all take urine samples!
Get out of here! Get your little asses home now!
The popos is here! Y'all better run, man, these white cops are crazy!
They killed Cornbread. He didn't do nothing.
Everybody put your fucking hands up!
Detroit Police! I wanna see your fucking hands in the air!
- We got the building surrounded! - Every last one of you!
Sit your motherfucking ass down!
- Fuck you. - Sit the fuck down.
- Don't fucking move! - Sit down!
You. Over here. Yeah, yeah, you.
You the man, right?
Sit down and shut the fuck up! Give me the gas.
Yo, what the hell y'all want?
Y'all ain't no cops. What the hell you doing here?
You're gonna wish I was the police when I'm done with your ass.
No, no, no, no, no.
This is not the talking part, okay?
This is the listening part, so shut your mouth.
- Why are you standing up? - You know who I am?
- It's warm here. - No?
- Get your ass over there on the couch. - You don't know why we're here?
- Yo, what the fuck! - Shut up.
I know you're not gonna tell me what I wanna know,
so I'm gonna light your little bitch ass on fire.
Then I'm gonna watch you run around here
like a chicken with his head cut off, lighting all your little friends on fire.
Is that what you want?
Which one of your boys shot up the liquor store on 104th Street?
The police got witnesses, bra.
- Don't even hit us with no bullshit. - Okay, tough guy. Hey!
Now is the talking part.
You better start saying what the fuck I wanna hear. Speak.
Man, that shit was counterfeit as a motherfucker, man.
Ain't nobody playing no basketball when that shit went down, okay?
Why you think cops ain't arrest nobody?
What the hell is he doing?
How do you know nobody was playing basketball if you weren't there?
Because, bitch, police said those people wasn't killed till 11:00.
- So what? - So they turn the court lights out at 10!
- Let's go. Let's go. - Now, where we going, man?
The fuck y'all taking me?
You little bastards need to stay in school.
That's what you get for calling my brother a bitch.
I hope you all have a very nice evening.
It's 10:02, and these fucking lights are still on.
I know you know who did this, homeboy.
This is bullshit. Let's pop this motherfucker right now.
- Speak up on it, man. - Bobby, take it easy.
- Shut up, Jack. Come on. - Look, what..?
Yo, man, they gonna shut off! They gonna shut off, man!
Only lights that are going off are yours. Let's go.
Look, look, look. Look.
You're fucking lucky.
Told you.
Man, y'all fools been played. Get off of me, man!
Y'all don't even know who you messing with, man.
Questioning me about the lights being off and all that.
Why don't you shut the fuck up, man? You talk too much.
Jack, it was a questionable kill.
What makes you think that?
Boy, it's sad, you growing up without a father.
Nobody taught you anything, did they?
I should've stayed around longer and held your little hand, huh, sweetheart?
Whatever, man.
Look, sometimes pros will cover up their shots with another crime.
Like a burglary or something.
Then pay a witness to throw the cops on to the wrong suspect.
You understand?
Why would anybody wanna kill
the sweetest woman in the goddamn world?
I don't know, Jackie. I don't know.
All right, I'm here.
- What? - Last night we found out
it wasn't random.
The witness was paid, and the whole gang story was some bullshit.
Are you serious, man?
- Come on now. - Yeah.
Can I help you, gentlemen?
Yeah, if we could just have a moment of your time, sir.
Evelyn Mercer was our mother.
She was a good lady.
I liked her very much.
Let's come inside.
This doesn't add up.
He's already got the money.
Supposedly, a witness told police this was a gang shooting.
You know anything about that?
The police talked for a long time with one man.
One man more than the others.
Would you remember what he looks like if you see him?
He comes in for Gatorade after the games.
Big guy. Always wears sweats, never a jacket.
Even with snow or rain.
He has a dog and a...
- You know a: - A fro?
Like an Afro? Like Ben Wallace, the basketball player?
Pistons. Yes, yes, Ben Wallace.
Okay.
- Is he on the courts a lot? - On the courts or at the gym.
That wasn't no gang shooting, that was an execution.
They set Mom up. They set her up.
Come on.
- You guys ready? - What's the plan, Bobby?
- We're winging it, Jerry. - We always wing it.
We're gonna get killed.
What you mean "we," white boy?
You ready?
Here we go.
Excuse me.
I'll handle it. I don't know what the hell you think you're doing,
but you better get the hell out of here, friend.
I'd love to, friend, but I can't.
Yeah! I got the rock now! I got this motherfucker now!
- What? What? I got the rock! - What, bitch?
No need to grab me. This will only take a second.
Now shut up and listen!
- Get off! - Get off the floor!
My name is Bobby Mercer.
And some of you probably knew my mother.
And some of you probably know she was shot
about a week ago across the street.
Sixty-two years old, murdered in cold blood!
- Think about it, Bobby, think. Think! - I'm looking for the witness.
I got this.
Ballplayer. Big guy. Supposedly never wears a coat.
- Dog lover. Ring any bells? - Damn.
You tell me where I can find the guy and you can finish your game.
All we wanna do is talk to the guy.
You can end this real quickly.
Hey! Hey, kid! No running in the halls!
Get off me, man!
- Why you running? - Get off me, man.
- Man, I don't know nothing. - Why don't you shut up?
You got something to tell me, youngster?
- Back the fuck up! - I'm looking for who killed my mother.
You tell me where I can find this guy and you can finish your game.
Cracker Jack.
I appreciate your help very much. You've all been upstanding citizens.
Enjoy the rest of your game.
You crazy as hell.
- What do we got here? - Bobby, meet Keenon.
Keenon, this is Bobby.
Something tells me he was on his way to deliver a warning.
What's his name, Keenon?
Damian. He's my brother.
He's your brother? No shit. These are my brothers.
- No, dog. He's my real brother. - Yeah, these are my real brothers.
This is Angel, I'm Bobby. This is Jack and Jeremiah.
So, what about you and Damian? You guys still close?
- Does he live at home with you? - Yeah.
But I ain't telling you shit else.
- Okay. - I wouldn't sell out my brothers either.
Just calm down, okay?
Look, we just wanna talk to him.
We wanna ask him a few questions. Is he gonna cooperate?
- We got something. - Address?
He lives in the Gardens, right over there.
Enjoy the rest of the game, okay? Don't worry about it.
These are nice grades. Better stay in school.
What is that? Aluminum?
Shit doesn't even spin.
Come on, man.
I just don't get it. Why would somebody hire
a goddamn killer to shoot Mom?
Here's an idea:
We'll wait for the shithead to get back and we'll ask him.
Well, y'all do what y'all gotta do.
I got gymnastics. Come on, let me out.
You got your leotard on, Jerry?
Go to hell. Y'all know what I'm talking about. I got a schedule to keep.
Girls got gymnastics, I gotta take them.
Come on, let me out, man.
You wanna take Cracker Jack with you? He's very flexible.
- Bobby, you're the one who took ballet. - All right, Jerry.
All right, man.
I don't mind If it rains or freezes
Long as I got My plastic Jesus
- Riding on the dashboard - I don't know how you did it
for so many years. Must have driven you crazy, Angel.
You're on a ship for what, six months at a time with nothing but dudes?
It wasn't a ship. And the Marines went coed. They got girls now.
Yeah, I bet you them girls look like dudes too, though.
Not after six months they don't.
Comes in colors Pink and pleasant
Glows in the dark...
Oh, that's him. It's him!
Yo, Damian! You Damian?
Why are you pulling out guns and shit, dog?
- Yo! - Oh, fuck! Who are these guys, man?
Jack, stay here. Tell me where it stops.
Come on!
Four.
Five.
Six.
Come on, come on. Shit!
Six. It stopped.
Come on, Angel, we got this clown! Come on!
Six! He stopped at six!
Yo!
Yo, Damian, I just wanna ask you a few questions!
I got something for your ass!
Bite his ass, Chucky!
Oh, shit!
Yo, don't shoot my dog, man!
- They got him! That's right! - Shit!
- Bite his ass! - Angel! Angel!
Get this fucking dog off my leg! Shit!
There's a dog trying to eat me, man! Help me, man.
- Hold on! - Bite his ass!
- It's biting my legs off! - Get up off my brother!
Get up off my brother, little boy! What you doing?
Where you at, playboy?
My eyes. Give me something for my eyes!
We just wanna talk! Put that in your eyes.
Talk, huh?
- The window. The window. - All right.
- Shit! - Y'all didn't know
- who you was messing with! - He'll try to come up like...
Get him.
Give me my gun! Give me my gun!
- I ain't playing with this dude! - Drop it!
I just wanted to talk!
You're going down now!
- Think he dead? - No, he ain't dead.
He's just fucked up. Let's go talk to him now.
Man, you must be freezing.
You won't be needing this no more, playboy.
You know why we're here, Damian?
Come on, man, call me an ambulance.
An ambulance? What, for my dog bites?
I'm gonna be okay. You give me a name, I'll call 911.
I wanna know who shot up that liquor store now.
- Man, I didn't shoot no one. - Say what?
Speak up. Can't hear you, playboy.
It's hard to hear you out here with all this wind.
If we leave, ain't nobody else gonna hear you out here either.
They say it's gonna be a cold night.
You ain't gonna make it far with that leg.
Look, man,
these two fools said they'd pay me a few dubs
if I said I saw some gangsters shoot up the place, all right?
- But I didn't hurt no one! - Well, turn into a fucking Fudgesicle.
Hey, come on, man! I can't say nothing!
Fair enough. You're gonna die right here.
Yo, man, come on! Yo, man!
- I'm calling his bluff. - Hey, come on!
- Call an ambulance! - Think he gonna break?
You see that sparerib hanging out of his leg?
It's just a matter of time.
- You sure? - You wanna put money on it?
- Are you sure? - Someone help me!
- Turn around, dick lips! - What the fuck you looking at?
- I'll tell you where you can find him! - Come on!
Just call me an ambulance.
- Give me a name. - Where can we find him?
Yeah.
How are you guys tonight?
Goatee. Goatee. Look for the man with the goatee.
- I can get you one bigger than that. - How big?
- There he is. - Where?
Right there. The guy with the goatee.
- I see. Put your fucking hand down. - Check the cats at the door.
I see him. I see him. Come on. Let's get him.
- Get down! - Damn! Go, go, go!
- Run, y'all! - Move! Everybody move!
- Go, go. - Clear the way.
- Excuse me. - Move!
Come on! Come on!
Go ahead, you fucking punks!
Get it, Jackie-o!
You go, girl! Let's get these motherfuckers.
- Where they at? - Can't see shit!
- Punch it, Bobby! Punch it! - I got no traction!
I'm sliding all over the fucking street!
Hold on!
Shit!
Shit! I scraped the whole side of my fucking car!
- Get these guys before you kill us! - Sit back and put your seat belt on.
- Watch the snow, man! - I don't give a fuck about the snow!
Shit! Where the hell's that shotgun, Jack?
- There's no shells. - They're in the trunk.
- What the hell am I..? - Sit down and shut up!
Angel, stick that cannon out the window and bust some shots!
I'm gonna put one in the back of their heads!
Shoot those sons of bitches, Angel! Get them!
Shoot that motherfucker!
- You got him! - Look out for the snow bank!
Look out!
Jackie, you got your seat belt on? Watch this. Hold on.
Oh, shit!
- Shit! - Fuck that nigga. Just drive. Drive!
Don't let them get away! Don't let them get away!
I got them.
- Shit! - I'm over this shit!
Pop them, Angel! Pop them! Get them!
Angel, get your ass in here!
Shit! We got a fucking blowout!
Bobby, let's just stop the car! Okay, Bobby? Let's stop!
Shut up, Jack! I'm gonna ride this bitch out on the rim! We got them!
Ready?
Hold on. Hold on. I got them now. I got them.
- We got them now. - We got them.
- On your side, man! - Where they at?
On your side. Look out. Look out!
Hold on!
- Get them! Get them! - Hold on!
- Yeah! - Yeah!
That's what I'm talking about, Bobby.
Jack, you wait here.
- Get your punk ass out the car. - Fuck you!
- Who sent you? - I ain't telling you shit!
Get his wallet.
You fucked with the wrong lady.
Let's get the fuck out of here, man.
- Let's go! Come on. - Are they dead?
- Yeah, they gone! - They killed Mom. We got them.
- What's happening? - Lieutenant. It's maximum ugly.
We got two obvious executions.
Any IDs on them?
No. I'll get their prints before we put them on ice.
What do you say, Green? Any ideas?
That's what we pay you for.
You're such a pussy, Bobby.
- Give me a break, will you? - It should be against the law
for people to keep dogs where someone like you can get to them.
Hey, y'all! Police in the house!
- Get me something to cover my arm. - Yeah, yeah.
Shit. Hurry up.
Angel. Mind if we come in?
You're already in.
Cops are always welcome at the Mercers'.
It makes us feel safe and cozy.
Just the way we like it.
Ain't you sexy.
Thank you.
Jackie wanted this little number for himself, but I fought him for it.
What happened to the hand?
Did you happen to forget our little conversation we had
at your brother's house about not interfering with our investigation?
Oh, no, no. This is Turkey Cup, man. Hockey.
An old Mercer family tradition.
You remember that, don't you, Green? You played hockey.
Guys can be pretty rough out on that ice.
Where's you car, Bobby?
It's not outside.
- We left it at Jeremiah's. - Yeah.
Jerry drove us home.
You know, Volvos are one of the safest cars out there.
Volvos are incredible, man, when it's a blizzard outside.
- So we... - Fascinating.
Hey, Gretzky, you know what this is?
- A hair from your wife's tit? - Try from your thick skull.
Forensics took it off a pair of contract killers we found dead this morning.
Fishing for a confession with a phony hair, huh?
That's an old one, boys. Come on, Green.
You know when I'll know you got my hair off a dead body, right?
When I hear the jailhouse doors close behind me, girls.
Okay, then you tell me what they told you.
You think that these thugs were hired to kill Evelyn, is that it?
I have no idea what you're talking about, Green.
Wait, Green, how do you go from petty thug to contract killer?
And if they were professional shooters, like you say,
they'd have never told us who they was working with anyway.
Even if they got one hell of an ass-whupping.
You think you're pretty cute, don't you? He does.
Everybody's a smart guy until I bust them in the mouth.
- Wait! - You gonna bust me in my mouth?
- This ain't what I'm here for! - The fuck you think this is?
Hey, stop!
Look, Bobby, if you got something, you give it to me.
And if it's something vital, we will run with this.
But don't try and take on Detroit by your damn self.
You keep knocking on the devil's door long enough,
and sooner or later, somebody gonna answer you.
What's up, guys?
Oh, shit. Evan, Vic's here. Vic's here.
- Ladies, get up. - Get up. Come on, go, go!
I'm going.
Out-of-town shooters.
That's what I said.
I remember hearing myself saying,
"Out-of-town shooters. "
You know what? You don't pay a ho to fuck you.
You pay her to leave.
What you pay out-of-town shooters to do?
You pay them to get the hell back out of town.
That's why I asked for out-of-town shooters.
What'd I get?
In-town shooters.
Someone decided to hire in-town shooters.
You know what else I got for my money?
In-town police.
In-town trouble.
Who's got to get in the ring with me on this?
You hungry, Evan?
You must be hungry, right?
- I'm sorry... - Don't apologize!
Dog's gotta eat, right?
I tell you what, you wanna come in my restaurant and eat? Go ahead!
Eat, dog, eat!
Get the fuck out of my seat, man!
Eat!
That's a good boy.
- That's a good boy. - That's bullshit.
Shut your mouth, bitch! I'll put you down there with him.
Matter of fact, get your ass over here and share a meal with your man!
Now.
Lap that shit up good.
Now find out who killed the shooters.
- What bastard hired these guys? - West Marine's by the river, right?