Harsh Times Page #6

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Have a seat.

Mr. Gillespie.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Jim, uh...

you're an exemplary candidate

with valuable

operational experience.

You've cleared the psych

and physical hurdles.

Your credit's good,

you've kept your nose clean,

you've got the Spanish.

You clearance is still valid.

Everybody we talked to

for background

had only great things

to say about you.

And then you scored a

negative-five on the polygraph.

That's indicative

of deception.

We were wondering why

until we got the results

of urinalysis.

We detected THC metabolites

in the urine, Jim.

Levels were just below

the positive threshold,

but there was a presence.

Do you have a drug

problem, Mr. Davis?

I don't have a

drug problem, sir.

I made a very

stupid mistake.

Would you care to tell us

the circumstances

of your stupid mistake?

I was at a party...

and someone offered me a joint.

I was pretty angry

about not getting into

the LAPD, so I was feeling

rebellious and, uh...

...I inhaled.

Someone considering a career

in law enforcement

would be well advised

to exercise

a little more discipline.

Yes, sir.

I'm on the fence, Doug.

It's your call.

Mr. Davis, I'm in charge

of several programs.

Yes, sir?

Had a nice chat with your

old commanding officer.

(speaks Korean)

Good.

Recognize these guys?

Huh?

Yeah,

they're your buddies.

Your old Hajji buddies.

You should work in a deli

how you sliced these guys up.

RICHARDS:

Jesus Christ.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I ruin your lunch?

You went through

those sons of b*tches

like butter.

I took my objective

and did what was necessary

to obtain information

vital to national security

that saved

American lives.

Whacked them all,

huh, Jim?

My C.O. told me not to leave

anything breathing.

- I do what I'm told.

- Relax, son.

You were getting paid

to f*** people up.

You know we're beefing up

our anti-narcotics programs

in Latin America.

Yes, sir.

I had heard some things

on the grapevine.

I want you on my team.

I need someone who

can get things done

on my task force

in Colombia.

Sir...

I listed Los Angeles and

San Diego on my dream sheet.

No slots in southern California?

No, Jim.

I got Colombia.

That's what

I have for you.

If it's not

what you want,

thank you for your time.

You can hit the door.

What exactly would I be doing?

Running and gunning

in the jungle?

Mr. Davis,

this is the deal.

You'll be riding shotgun

with the locals

as interpreter-advisor

on sharp end operations.

You'll be in some

very hot areas.

How hot?

We talking trigger time?

Sure, if you want.

Well, who exactly

would I be working for?

The U.S. government, Jim.

I want you in Glynco,

Georgia next week.

You make it through

in one piece,

you'll be working Colombia's

finest by the summer.

It's just that...

I'm supposed to get

married, sir.

Maybe now is not the time

to start a family.

We've been together a long time.

I'm serious about marrying her.

Foreign bride could jeopardize

your security clearance.

Jim, don't shack up

with some Mexican.

Colombian broads are

smoking hot and knee deep.

You get a per diem

and a driver.

You'll live like

a f***ing king down there.

Yes, sir, I understand.

You take some time,

think about what

you want to do.

This is a serious

commitment.

I want the opportunity, sir.

I want on board.

Welcome aboard.

I'm taking a big

chance on you.

Thank you, sir.

This is the career

I've dreamed of.

These are your orders,

orientation material

and travel money.

Report to FLETC before the end

of working hours Wednesday.

Thank you, sir.

God.

Sorry, dog.

I got the job.

Oh, sh*t.

Yeah?

Me, too.

- When do you start?

- Monday.

When do you start?

Wednesday.

Big Jim, back on

the man's payroll.

Got the W-2

and the employee handbook

as proof of employment.

I will be back in the

arms of my woman tonight.

Good.

Hey, we got to celebrate

this sh*t.

Salud.

Oh, sh*t.

Fuzz.

They're on my ass, dog.

And my license is suspended.

Yeah, maybe he's

after someone else.

(siren honks)

Sh*t. F***ing sh*t, man.

He's pointing right at me.

And we got the open beers.

F*** the beers, the guns.

Shoot the f***er.

Car's in my name. We're f***ed.

(siren blaring)

Sh*t. Right when sh*t

was starting to go good, dude,

I'm going to jail.

Damn it, I'm going to jail.

I can dump these guys.

Rip the video

from their trunk.

Let's see them hands.

Let's see your hands

on the f***ing dash!

Grab the sky or I'll blow

your f***ing heads off.

Blink and die, scumbags.

Oh.

Look who it is, dude.

It's all right,

I know these guys.

You f***ing a**hole.

You're such a prick.

You scared the f*** out of me.

What's up, homie?

- What's up, fool?

- What's up, man.

I almost shot you, jerk.

That sh*t wasn't f***ing

funny, Leo.

Yeah, it was hilarious.

You guys getting

f***ed up?

Of course, dog, it's Friday.

Well, Boot,

you in the Academy yet?

F*** no.

F*** the LAPD.

It's local small-time bullshit.

I'm going with the feds.

How'd you get that hook-up, dog?

You know, me, got my

connects, you know.

Going to FLETC on Wednesday.

Hey, see you can

get me in there.

Yeah, I'll look into that.

How's Sylvia?

None of your concern,

ass wipe.

Say hi to her for me, no?

No.

This vato's all protective

of his female.

Check this out.

Nice, huh?

It's a nine?

Uh-huh.

Sorry, dog, I got

a lot of nines.

Come on, dude,

it's a bad-ass Ruger.

Talk to Toussaint.

He'll buy that sh*t.

Toussaint, he's...

he's in Florida.

He's back.

He called me today.

Page me tonight, bro.

We'll hit the clubs and

tear up some fine hinas.

Later.

Sure, dog.

I'm on the City's time.

You guys be cool.

Okay?

That f***--

he put a scare in me.

Yeah, me, too.

He's a dick.

Want to party with him?

(hip-hop music playing)

See if this motherf***er's

home, dude.

Toussaint? Toussaint?!

Yo, Toussaint?

Yeah, come on, man.

Can't go far in that

little f***ing place of yours.

Goddammit,

I'm coming.

Chill out.

(laughing)

Washing that dirty ass.

Damn it.

Group love. Group... Come on.

Group love, boys.

Welcome back, hometown.

Hey, I missed you

crazy f***ers, man.

Leo told us

you were back.

Thanks for calling

a**hole.

You a cop?

Uh-uh. Going federal.

(whistles)

Man, craziest head I know

is going

to be a fed.

Yes, sir! Sir.

Still sponging off your woman?

F*** you, dog. I got a job.

This motherf***er.

Look, dude.

This is bad.

It's yours for three

big ones, dog.

F*** yeah, I want it.

What's up?

What's up?

Huh?

What the f*** you

say now, huh?

Hey. Huh?

Bam, bam, bam.

Motherf***er,

I'm strapped.

What the f***

is up now, huh?

Whoo-ooh!

Whoa, whoa.

Your kneecap and sh*t.

Step up and get blasted.

Sh*t, man, what

the f*** is up now?

Hey, kick back, gunslinger.

It's loaded.

That sh*t goes through walls.

You pop the neighbor's

little kids.

(c*cks gun, bullets clinking)

Uh-oh.

Ooh.

F***, dude.

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