- Yeah. - Come on. Let's go take a look.
All right.
- Baby. - Now, sweetie,
wasn't there a discussion about a dinner together?
Because I seem to remember spending two hours in the kitchen.
We got some important shit to deal with, baby.
She's so la vida loca.
- Man, don't do that right now. - Shut up, Bobby.
- Don't you start with that crap! - Can y'all not go there?
- That's why you don't get a girlfriend. - Don't go there, please.
You know what? I want a girlfriend like you.
- Can we go? - Angel.
You said this time was gonna be different.
You're breaking mi corazón.
She's getting real comfortable here, huh?
What are you doing?
I thought you was a macho man. A tough guy.
You know, it's a real shame that little Jackie's the only one down to ride.
Let's go, Jackie.
Say goodbye to your big sister, Jackie. Let's go.
You gonna leave me too? I just need 15 minutes, man.
She's addicted to what Angel's dick did.
Sofi?
Baby.
Just like when we were 16.
My favorite room in the house.
I already set it to spin.
- Who are you? - Hi, I'm with State Farm.
I have a question or two about your mother's insurance policy.
It's imperative that I speak with Jeremiah immediately.
The check is being processed,
but nonetheless, some red flags have been raised.
What do you mean, red flags?
Well, it's an unusually high payout for a simple life-insurance policy.
For the last two years, the premium was paid via check
from your brother's bank account.
With your brother's criminal record and his business near bankruptcy, well,
- it's our responsibility to investigate. - Bankruptcy?
Wait, so Jeremiah's broke?
- Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt. - Certainly.
- Angel, can I ask you a question? - Yeah, baby.
What the hell is this?
Oh, those are breath mints, baby. Give me one sec...
- You know I'm allergic to latex. - I should be going.
- No, no. Hold on, please. - Who did you buy them for?
Put the cuckoo back in the clock, baby.
I bought them in Vegas before I knew I was coming here.
- Who are they for? - For no one!
Please, sir, please.
Baby, if we gonna talk about this,
- can we please do it outside? - Okay, you wanna talk outside?
Well then fine, let's talk outside!
We're gonna talk right now. We're gonna talk right...
Get your ass out of here, girl.
So how much is my brother getting?
- A little more than 400,000. - Open the door now.
That's crazy.
Check everything, Jackie. There's gotta be some shit around here
that ties these guys to somebody else.
You dicking around in here? You find anything?
A camera.
Come on.
Thank you.
- Big Chief. - Hey, thanks.
Angel Mercer. How you doing?
I ain't worked for Jerry for a long time.
Not since he started up those luxury condos.
High-dollar stuff like that brings in all the gangsters.
Wait. So you're saying Jerry got mixed in with some gangsters?
What's going on?
There's this do-gooder. He's on city council. His name's Douglas.
- Okay. - He's the guy who shut down
Jerry's warehouse project.
He'll know who Jerry got mixed up with.
SIG Sauer. 45 auto.
That'll blow your back out.
Nine millimeter Beretta.
Oh, look at this Beretta.
It's triple-action. Three bullets at once.
They say dead men tell no tales,
but they sure leave important shit lying around.
Hey, what the hell are y'all doing now?
Just getting a head start on next year's taxes, Jerry.
Look how y'all doing Mama's house!
Come on. Look at this table, man. Come on.
- You know what? You're right. - Hey, Sofi, why don't you
do me a favor and clean up some of this shit?
Make yourself useful.
You missed.
Hey, Bobby.
- Where'd y'all get this? - Our friend Stanly, the shooter.
Let me see that.
- They were tracking Mom. - That's that guy.
That's that lawyer guy. That shithead said...
He said he only met her once, Bobby.
Where the hell you been? I been trying to call you all day.
Following up new leads.
Yep. Let's go.
Jerry, you coming with us? Don't you wanna find out who hired them?
Yeah, don't you wanna find out who killed Mom?
- Of course I do, man. - Let's go. Stop bullshitting. Come on.
All right.
Somebody gotta look after y'all clowns.
- Oh, so now you calling us clowns? - Well, I call it like I see it.
- What? - You're gonna leave again?
- That's your problem. - Okay, fine.
- Go. Go. - You gonna be here. Whatever.
We might have to spend the night up in this bitch.
An attack dog. Come here, poochie.
You don't wanna bite me, do you?
You gonna bite me, baby?
Hey, Bobby, check this out. I found Bradford's calendar.
You don't think "EM" stands for Evelyn Mercer, do you?
- You're getting good at this, Jackie. - November 21.
He met up with her the night she died.
Why would anybody meet up with their lawyer at 8:00 at night?
Angel!
- Nice. Your girlfriend's here. - She's crazy, man.
Well, go shut her up then.
Angel! Angel, come out! I see you in the window!
Come out, you idiot! I know you're in there!
Y'all come out here with me. This girl is crazy.
Angel! People, there's robbers in the house!
Come out, Angel!
- I'm gonna call the police now! - Come on!
You better call immigration on this girl.
You've got a real class act here.
- She should be at Guantanamo Bay. - Oh, my God.
Locked up.
Excuse me. What are you doing?
- How you doing, buddy? - Bobby! Bobby! He's a lawyer!
- What's going on here? - He's a liar, Jerry!
- Ain't nobody's business! Stay away! - Come here!
You heard me, old man.
You fucking lied to me. You said you didn't even know my mother.
You were the last person to see her alive.
Look at that, Jerry. It leaves a nice big red handprint, huh?
Just ask him the question.
No, I'm gonna do it again and again until I find out what I wanna know.
- Oh, God! - Tell him!
Okay. Okay, I'll explain.
It's just that I...
- I felt so guilty. - Guilty for what?
I'm not even sure I know how to say it.
- Say what? - Your mother and I were...
Were seeing each other socially.
- Socially? - I didn't want to sully
your mother's reputation.
- She was a fine, fine woman. - I know. I know.
I have some of your mother's night things,
- if you want. They... - What?
- No. No, it's not necessary. - Too much information.
Baby, listen, I need you to get out of here.
I apologize, Mr. Bradford. We broke your back window.
We're just trying to figure out what happened.
- I understand. - Thank you. I appreciate that.
- You have a beautiful home here. - Thank you.
- Hey, Bobby. - Yo.
- Hey, man. I gotta ask you a question. - What's up?
You know me and Sofi did a lot of making up last night.
- You gave her that ring, huh? - Yeah.
But it seem like I got a little rust on the tools down here.
Ask the cockologist in the shower, man.
- How the hell would I know? - You're the expert.
- Rug burn. - You're gonna live.
Thank God, man. I thought my luck ran out.
Hey, listen, man.
You know, Jerry ain't been straight up with us
about that redevelopment project.
Found out his dream's dead. Jerry got involved with some bad people.
City got on him about fraud and whatnot.
Cut his loans off like a month ago.
- Technically, Jerry's really broke. - You think this had something to do
with what happened to Mom?
No, I'm saying that it's something that we should look into.
I need y'all to go down and visit this city official named Douglas.
He'll know who Jerry got mixed up with.
I'm gonna go check on some other shit.
What are you talking about?
Why don't you just tell me what you know, Angel?
I know you need to stay your ass on that porcelain.
This is gonna require a little finesse.
And given your prior reputation as a hothead,
- I wrote the fucking book on finesse. - You gonna be the first to fuck up.
Wait for me to wipe my ass, Angel. I'm coming with you.
Angel!
Get me some fucking toilet paper, Jack.
Angel!
You know, you didn't come up on the list of any of Evelyn's friends
- or known associates, Mr. Bradford. - No?
I got your name off of her phone records.
Well...
Well, yes. Yes, we did try to keep our relationship
- somewhat discreet. - There we go. There we go.
You know, well, maybe you can help me then.
You see, what I've gathered so far, it seems that...
...Evelyn had become upset with her son Jeremiah's business situation.
Yes, she was starting to raise a bit of a stink.
But... But wasn't all that covered in the police report that she filed?
What police report?
Councilman Douglas.
Sorry to startle you.
My name's Bobby Mercer. I believe you know my brother, Jeremiah?
Apparently, you were the one who got his business shut down, right?
This is not the proper venue for an appeal.
Look, we're not really concerned with that, councilman.
I heard my brother got mixed up with some hoodlums.
You know what I'm talking about?
I can't help you. Excuse me.
Gas?
Councilman!
Now I gotta light your ass on fire! All I wanted was a name!
You're gonna make me turn your ass into the black gingerbread man now!
It's all right.
I'll have my little brother here suck your burning dick.
Give me the fucking cigarette. Roll down the window.
Victor. Victor Sweet.
What about him?
Is there a problem?
Goddamn, Jerry.
There she is.
So she got in there at 6:05.
Fast-forward that.
Hey, look. That's Fowler.
Wait, pause it, pause it. He didn't say anything to me about talking to her.
Fast-forward to when she leaves.
Okay, stop.
So she was here until 7:11.
He spent more than an hour with her.
- What do you think he found? - I don't know, but it's something big.
- How can you tell? - By the sound of his voice.
I know my brother.
What's going on, Angel?
- Was that councilman helpful? - Oh, yeah. A real public servant.
You remember a punk named Victor Sweet?
- I remember a Malcolm Sweet. - Victor was his nephew.
Used to deliver things for his uncle. Like firebombs and beatings.
You remember. Malcolm used to love to humiliate him all the time.
Yeah, I remember that dude.
Apparently, Victor got sick of the ass-whuppings
and sunk his uncle into the river.
He owns the whole neighborhood now.
No shit?
Hey, Bobby.
Word around town is that Jerry owed a lot of people some money.
What are you talking about?
Recognize that dude over there with the fat head?
Yeah, that's Evander Pearson. He used to be all right, that guy.
Jerry and him used to hang during the union days.
He goes by Evan now. And he's working for a guy named Victor.
You guys are coming up with this pretty quick.
Yeah, we should have been cops.
What are we doing here, Angel?
Holy shit.
- Evan. - Jerry.
I hate meeting you here, man, with your kids and all,
but you know how it goes.
- I understand. - I got it.
I found out Jerry got a big insurance check for Mom's death.
Be cool, brother.
Forget Jerry. We're gonna find him later. Come on.
- Yo, Evander! What's up? - Muriel! We leaving.
- Game's over. Let's go. - Put your jacket on. It's time to go.
It's nice to see you, boys, but we was just leaving.
You ain't going nowhere. What was you talking to Jerry about?
Nothing. Just saying hello.
Me and Jerry go way back from the union days. You know that, Bobby.
Angel tells me you're one of Victor Sweet's boys now.
Hear he's running shit like his uncle. Treating you like a house nigger.
What are you thinking about, Evan? The dude's a punk.
You been gone a long time, fellas. Times change.
- What's in that envelope? - What envelope?
You wanna play that fucking game with me right now?
- Y'all gonna do this here? - Right here. Right now.
Give me the envelope and take a walk. Now!
Go ahead, Evander. Take the kids home.
We'll see your ass again real soon.
Let's go.
Hurry up.
Councilman.
Pull up a chair.
Vic, this cop came to see me today,
and he was asking about that woman.
Don't worry about cops.
- I got cops. - No, I'm not.
But I'm worried about this guy Bobby Mercer.
He came to see me after the cop did.
You tell him my name?
Of course not, Vic. I mean...
But look, you know, we can't do business like this anymore.
Nothing's changing.
Evan and I were just talking about this fella, Bobby Mercer.
- Vic, I did not tell the man anything. - Did you tell him my name?
- No, I swear... - Yes, you did! You stinking coward.
I smelled it on you the second you walked in here.
Now go sit at the other table.
- Excuse me? - Go sit at the kiddie table!
I ain't finished with you. I ain't finished my hand, so sit your ass down!
- Are you in trouble? - He's on a time-out.
Come on, man, what you got?
No. I'm out.
Nines. Won again.
Oh, Charlie.
I heard you're marrying that fine piece of ass of yours.
Yeah, that's right, that's right. This spring, in fact.
How about I send you on a little out-of-town work, huh?
Give me a little one-on-one time alone
with that cute little Italian thing of yours, huh?
How would that be?
I'll teach her some nice tricks for you.
Yeah, maybe you can teach her how to cook.
No, man, I'll teach her better things than that.
She's too much woman for you, Charlie.
You're gonna have to share her around a bit.
- Nine! My turn! - You're the one that...
All right, you kids.
- Who wants some ice cream, huh? - Me!
Why don't you run upstairs. We'll get you some ice cream. Go on now.
Evan.
Pistol.
I ain't playing no more.
I'm gonna go in there and bust that melon and find out what he's thinking.
His family's in there.
- You're gonna have to calm down. - I don't give a shit, man.
Oh, I'm calm.
- I'm calm. - Let me just call him.
He thinks I'm an idiot.
He thinks I don't know what the fuck is going on.
- Jerry. - Yeah?
- It's Angel. - What's up, man?
Look, man. We need to meet up first thing tomorrow at Mom's house.
- I'm gonna kill him. - Calm down, Bobby.
We still family, right?
- I'll see you in the morning. - Yeah, man.
Okay.
- Is he coming? - Yeah.
Good.
- What? - You know what you did.
No! You don't know who you fucking with!
Where's Bobby?
- What are you hiding, Jerry? What? - What the fuck is wrong with you?
If you had something to do with what happened,
I swear to God, Jerry, I'm gonna kill you right here and now!
- No, Bobby, no! - Angel's gonna ask some questions.
And, brother, I shit you not, the time for lying is over.
We know you're lying about your business.
And we know you got mixed up with some gangsters.
- Hold on... - Stay down!
Y'all think I had something to do with Mom getting killed?
You got a check for 400,000 that you just so happened to forget to mention
- from Mom's life insurance. - She took out the policy for the girls.
Man, I ain't have nothing to do with that. Come on.
- You made the payments! - Good timing, Jerry.
Just when it seems like all is lost for you,
Mom gets shot by some gangsters and now you hit the fucking lottery!
So y'all..? Y'all tripping because I made insurance payments?
What? I paid all her bills!
Where the fuck were y'all?
How many years did I have to take care of her my goddamn self?
Y'all were around doing nothing! Bullshitting!
And you gonna tell me I killed her? Come on, man!
So why would you pay off a killer like Sweet?
And what the fuck did he do for you, Jerry?
What did he do for me? He killed my fucking life!
I put everything in that project!
I bet it all trying to make something of myself!
Trying to make the shit work!
Then Vic's goons gonna come try to take a piece.
You paid him, Jerry. You got in bed with him.
No, no, I didn't pay them! That's how they fucking shut me down!
I thought the city cut you off.
Douglas? Come on, man. This is Detroit!
Sweet owns Douglas! He ain't nothing but a gangster in a suit!
I don't pay him, and now he shuts my loans off!
- End of story, end of project. - So, what about the 20 grand?
I just told you. You wanna cross the bridge, you gotta pay the toll.
I took the money. I was gonna pay the bribe until y'all fucked it up.
Your mother was a whore!
Hey, fuck you, man! I will kick your...
It's all about Jerry, right?
Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!
Jack. Jack!
Jack!
Shit.
Shit! Get down! Get the fuck down!
- Come on! Get down! - Jack! Bobby!
Shit!
- Bobby! - Jack.
- Bobby! - Jack!
Sofi, give me the gun!
- Bobby! - Jack, hold on!
Shit!
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
He's behind the bricks! Jackhammer!
Jeremiah, where are you going?
Jack!
I got kids! A wife.
A family.
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
Motherfucker!
You fucking...
Bobby!
Bobby! Bobby!
The van! Watch out!
Jack! Jack, look at me!
Jack, you all right? Hold on.
We need an ambulance!
Somebody help! Call 911!
Jack. Jack.
Jack!
Jack, please.
- Come on, man. - I'm calling, I'm calling.
- Come on, Jack, you gotta breathe! - We need an ambulance right now!
Don't you die on me, you little fairy. Come on, Jack. Please!
You gotta fucking breathe! Come on!
Jack!
Jack.
Jack, come on, Jack, please!
Please...
Jack.
- Who sent you? Victor Sweet? - Yeah. Yeah, it was Sweet.
Thank God.
Thank God?
He killed my mother and my little brother, you motherfucker!
Thank Victor Sweet.
Photograph them.
Hey, let me talk to them, okay?
Look, I'm real sorry, man.
I really am.
But what happened here?
Victor Sweet did this.
How do you figure that?
Because his friend in the bag over there told me.
Okay, I'll make sure I get a statement from him then.
Why did Sweet do us like this, man?
And why did it have to be our moms?
Because Evelyn was going after him.
She knew her son, man.
She never thought for a second that you were corrupt.
But I never told her about my business.
Jerry, were you ever able to keep a secret from her?
She knew all about your trouble, man.
The moment they shut you down, she went down there,
- raising hell with the councilman. - You gonna bury Sweet, or are we?
Well, I got me...
...a dirty uniform I gotta deal with first. - What?
You see, Evelyn filed a report that got passed on to Victor Sweet.
- By who? - Look, I just got something I...
Don't bullshit me, Green. Who are you protecting?
- Your boy Fowler? - Look, Fowler's my problem!
I'll deal with him. And then we get Sweet.
Green.
So how we gonna deal with all this?
Self-defense.
Wasn't it?
Hey.
What's happening, partner?
What's cooking, boss?
Isn't this one of Victor Sweet's spots?
Yeah, I heard that.
So what?
So why ain't you tell me that you had talked to Evelyn Mercer
a week before she got killed?
I mean, don't you think that that's relevant to a murder investigation?
I didn't tell you
because it wasn't relevant at all.
- Really? - Yeah, I talked to the old lady...
...for all of about five minutes.
She came in with her usual medley.
Kids tagging up her block, that kind of shit.
You know, I figured it was something like that.
But you still should have said something to me, man.
Sorry.
Did she file a police report?
No. I sent it over to the Parks Department.
They clean that shit up.
- Five minutes, huh? - Yeah.
Couldn't have been much more than that.
You wanna take a shot? You're gonna need some practice.
I'd love to.
It's been a long time since I played a game like this one.
- Is that so? - Yeah.
Partner, I think your stick is crooked.
I think it's all right.
And the weight is off.
Worked pretty good for me.
You sure?
Yeah.
You is a dirty cop!
Give me your badge.
See, I hate dirty cops.
Green, wait.
Green, wait! There is something I forgot.
What? What the fuck you wanna say to me?
I forgot they installed those surveillance cameras in the station.
Motherfucker!
Officer down! Officer down! Green's been shot!
I'm in the alleyway behind John R and Seven Mile!
Suspects are two young black males heading east on foot!
Request backup immediately!
Ready! Aim! Fire!
Jackie.
Never should have came home.
Never should have came.
I miss him too.
We won't be able to bring him back,
but we're gonna send him some company.
You can't go to war with Victor Sweet. Not straight up.
He'll just hire more and more goons until we are all dead.
I don't know.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I already lost one brother. You guys are all I got.
- I got an idea. - What?
We'll take the rest of the money from Mom's insurance,
pay Sweet to call off the dogs.
- He'll deal. He's a businessman. - It doesn't count as a plan
if it takes you longer to say it than it does to think it up.
Yeah, Jerry. Sweet will meet up with you,
take your money.
Won't be able to find your body till the river thaws.
If you can get that far.
Jesus, Jeremiah, what you doing here?
I'm here to do a little collective bargaining.
What, with Sweet? Did you not get the message?
He wants blood.
- That's not negotiable. - Look, they told us
we'd never get $30 an hour on the job either, right? But what we get?
So don't tell me this is not possible. Come on, man.
So, what you bringing to the table?
Four hundred thousand dollars.
Yo.
- Evan called Sweet. He's going for it. - So when's the meet?
- Four o'clock. - Today?
- Yeah. - That's in three hours.
Well, we ain't got no choice!
Sweet's supposed to roll up on us any minute now.
What? What else?
Well, Evan, we cool. And he let me in on a little something.
If Fowler's there, he don't think he's gonna go for it.
- So there's no plan! - Yes, there is, Bobby.
We need to take Fowler out before the meet.
We can't kill a cop even if he is dirty.
He handed Ma to Sweet, okay? He ain't walking away from this.
Make sure the hole's cut when we get there.
Hey, come here.
- All right. I love you. - Now, don't get shot.
- Don't shoot anyone either. - Relax.
Unless you have to.
Come on, now. You know I love you, don't you?
Y'all be good now. And take care of Mommy, all right?
Be careful.
I will.
Bobby.
Look, I know I don't know you that well,
but don't you let him get hurt. You bring him back to me.
I will, Camille.
It's gonna be okay.
Hey, kid!
What you doing, playing out here in the snow?
I'm just working on my swing for the spring.
Hey, man, I need a big favor.
I'll give you $20 and this whole box of Baby Ruths.
You see that house over there?
Not till we hear from Angel.
- What do you want? - I'm selling candy to raise money
for my baseball team. We wanna buy new uniforms and equip...
Thanks. Now get the hell out of here.
This is a big problem. A big problem for you.
Even a completely calm person will suffocate
in four minutes without oxygen.
And you're not exactly calm, are you?
- Jerry! - Fuck!
We ain't going nowhere without the call,
- so just calm down. - What the fuck you..?
- Jerry! - Just keep stalling him.
Hold... I'm grabbing my scarf, man. I'll be there in a minute! Hold on.
- Angel? - Hey, I got him.
- Is he out of the way? - What, you wanna ask him?
- Let me hear his voice. - Hold on, let me put him on. Hold on.
Hey, man, say hi to my brother.
- We got you now, bitch. - I'm coming.
Go.
Jerry, what the hell? You in there?
- That's our money? - Yeah.
- Hey, man, hey! - Relax, relax.
- Hey, what is this, man? What is this? - Relax, relax. Just relax.
We just gotta check it out, make sure you ain't strapped. Relax, relax.
- He's good. - Okay.
Let's take a ride, Jerry.
Yeah, yeah, I got it. Well, he's onboard, boss.
Yeah, all right.
What did he say?
He say, "Hurry the fuck up. " Then he hung up.
You'll never get the belt. Trust me.
People never think to go for the bag.
It'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. It's his stupid brother's fault!
I understand. I 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?
It's ice fishing. Tommy there is part Eskimo.
No.
It'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 I killed Green.
That's your story?
- It has the advantage of being true. - So what?
I killed my partner.
I 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 I got outside right now in the van
listening to every bit of our conversation...
...brother.
You're lying.
Afraid not.
Take a look.
I want eyes on the house!
Okay, lieutenant, I'm bringing him out now.
Come on, man. It's all over.
I'm gonna pop your head like a champagne cork.
You hear me? I'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.
I got a candlelit date lined up with a hot piece of Puerto Rican pussy.
Jeremiah Mercer. Businessman.
Give me that.
Goddamn it, I 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 I pardon you and your brothers, is that right? Forgive and forget, right?
That's right.
My brothers said I 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 shit about hurt feelings.
I just buried my mama and my brother.
And I 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. Is that right? - Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
You gonna like it too. Because it is a... A sweet deal.
Check it out. Instead of giving you the 400 grand, we decided
we'd give it to these mistreated workers you got standing behind you.
Pistol.
- Evan, I said pistol! - No, bitch.
The one thing you forgot about me is this:
I was in the union for a long time.
I ain't never missed no meetings.
He ain't lying.
It'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!
I told Fowler and his pals all about this meeting!
You kill me, you all go down! Murder!
He's already late.
Shit, he's probably on his way right now.
He ain't coming.
- Come out! - I swear to God, I'll kill him!
You guys set me up, huh?
You think you're real smart, getting this shit on tape, huh?
- Fowler? - What the hell?
- I thought Fowler was the hostage. - Back off! I'm serious!
- Fowler, what are you doing, man? - Drop the goddamn gun!
- We're here to help you! - Back off now! I'm serious!
That's right. Fowler, put down your weapon!
Not a chance!
I 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.
Is this who I think it is?
Is this what you all been waiting on?
- You all right, Jerry? - Yeah, I'm straight.
- Oh, shit. - 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 shit 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.
It's over now, Bobby.
- Elbow, baby, elbow! - Turn it around, man!
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Get him! Come on!
Fucker!
Hey, get up, bitch! Get up!
- Motherfuck! - Get your bitch 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 I wanna see him now!
Ellis, you might wanna close your ears. This is nasty shit.
That's what you wanna hear? I did it. I did it, okay?
If you did it, then I wanna hear you say it!
From about 5:30 p. m. Till about 11 or so last night,
I was banging that pretty little wife of yours, okay? Here's the...
I 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?
- I'm okay, baby. - They bought it, baby.
- They bought it. - Let me see. Come here.
- It's all right. - Let me see.
- It's just a boo-boo. - It's not just a boo-boo!
Somebody put their fist in your eye!
- Let me see it! - Come on, now.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm all right.
- Oh, my God. You're bleeding, baby. - You know I can take a punch.
I 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 without that badge.
I'll smack that smirk off your face, punk!
I'm gonna smack you, Bobby. I told you not to let Jerry get hurt.
He's breathing.
- You all right, Jerry? - I'm all right, man.
Let me get my property.
- Man, you all right? - I'm good.
You said something, didn't you, Jerry?
I did not say nothing, man.
- Why you always..? - I did.
- What you say? - I told him I was banging his wife.
- Come on, man! - I did too.
Me too.
Okay, pass the ball, guys! Pass the ball.
Yeah, yeah. I got you, I got you.
Guys, right here, right here.
Got one window in.
All right. Let's keep it going, come on.
Okay, okay. No more work for today.
That's right. Come in the house. Wash your hands.
- Dang! A little to eat. - Time to eat. I'm starving.
What did you cook?
You too, girls, come on.
Come on, babies.
Here you go.
Evelyn isn't coming back, is she?
No, she's not coming back.
Because she's dead, huh?
Yeah. It's because she's dead.
You guys have fun, all right? No rough stuff.
Always so good to have you back home, son.
You gonna stick around a little while this time?
I'm thinking about it, Ma. I'm thinking about it.
Oh, Bobby.
- Mercer! - Yeah, Bobby!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!
Come on, now. Come on. Did you have to push?
Hold up! Hold up!
If we don't work, nobody work! Get back!
I'm sorry, Mr. Wong, your credit card has been reported stolen.
Stolen? Madam, you know what, them my uncles right there.
- Tyrone Wong, help me out real quick. - Mr. Wong! Mr. Wong! Mr. Wong!
You keep sayin' The world is gonna end
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