Four Brothers

Okay, Darnell,

so the candy just happened

to jump into your pocket, huh?

l don't think so.

Samir's gonna call the police now.

- But l--

- Samir, the police.

- Hello, police?

- Please don't call the police. Please.

l'll hold.

That's what happens when you

shoplift, there's consequences.

But it's just some damn candy.

l 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.

ls that the way you wanna

lead your life, huh?

- No.

- l happen to believe

that you're worth more.

But you gotta believe it, Darnell.

- l 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.

l won't steal anymore, sir.

lt's all right.

Boy, did you get lucky.

Now l 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.

- l want no trouble.

- Shut the f*ck up.

- Take it all.

- Shut up!

- l just came to the country.

- Don't you move.

- Do not move!

- l 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 f*ck-up

of the family.

And that's a well-defended title.

Would've made his daddy proud

if he had ever had one.

l 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 f*ck-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 l love you, man.

Come on, let's go see Jerry.

- What do we got over here?

- Another model citizen, l'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 MlA.

l thought you said there were four.

Angel?

Pretty boy.

Ex-hustler.

Soldier.

Guess he's a no-show today.

Do you remember

when l built that tree house

- and you burned the shit down?

- Come on, man.

- Boy, l wanted to kick your ass, man.

- Don't worry, your house is brick.

- l 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.

l don't get it.

lf this woman's such

a goddamn saint,

how did she end up raising

four total f*ck-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,

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