Rock and a Hard Place Page #2

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and y'all standing there

holding my freaking broom.

- Let's go!

- (door buzzes)

- Ready? 10 mule kicks right now!

- Cadets:
Aye, sir.

One, sir, two, sir,

three, sir, four, sir...

The push-ups, the sit-ups,

the in-your-face screaming,

that's all a part of our philosophy.

If they can't survive in here,

they'll never make it on the street.

(all yelling)

Hodge:
Run in there. Go now.

- Hodge:
Let's go! Get in there, let's go!

- Lopez:
Hurry up!

- Hurry up.

- Turn on the showers. Let's go!

Quick, quick.

Hurry up, let's go. Let's go.

You better not freakin' freak this up.

I don't know who told

you you can look at me!

Aye, sir!

- Aye, sir.

- Aye, sir!

I can't hear you! Aye, sir!

Aye, sir.

- Officer:
Let's go, quickly.

- Cadet:
Aye, sir.

Officer:
Quickly, quickly.

(chatter)

(overlapping voices) Aye, sir.

- No, sir.

- Aye, sir.

Aye, sir.

Hey, hey, hey, don't pass by me

- and not say nothing.

- Sorry, sir.

Don't pass by me and

don't friggin' say nothing.

Sir, good evening, sir.

- I can't hear you.

- Sir, good evening, sir!

- Sir, good evening, sirs.

- Okay, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

Get on the freaking line, let's go.

Five, four, three, two, and stinking one.

Yes, sir!

- Now, ears.

- Open, sir.

- Ears.

- Open, sir.

We're not freaking here to God

dadgum freaking cater to you.

At the end of the day, you're

in God dadgum freaking jail.

So, whatever you get is

what the freak you get.

All I can tell you is you shouldn't

have brought your freaking tail to jail.

So, oh, freaking well.

- You understand that?

- Sir, yes, sir.

- Get in the rack. Do it now!

- Aye, sir.

20, 19, 18, 17, 16,

15, 14.

Get in the rack. You're on top of the rack.

Get your tail in the rack! Lay back!

You better play like

you're freaking dead.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

You ain't at the God dadgum beach.

You ain't at your mama house.

Hodge:
They've been going

nonstop for 15, 16 plus hours.

They'll sleep real good tonight.

So, tomorrow is a new day,

so they'll wake up fresh, ready to go

for day two of 120 days to go.

(snoring)

To be honest, it's not a bad group at all.

It ain't really that bad of a group.

We still have everyone,

so that's pretty good.

- Officer:
That's unheard of.

- It's going fine.

Normally, by now, we'd at least

be at a loss of one, at least.

Came in with 38 cadets,

we have the opportunity

to leave with 38 cadets.

- That will never happen.

- Hodge:
Never.

- Officer:
Never ever.

- I'll make sure of that.

- (all laughing)

- Somebody... somebody got to go.

- The rest of us will do it.

- Somebody got to go.

Somebody gotta quit.

(crickets chirping)

Hodge:
All right, get everyone out!

- (officers shouting)

- Let's go!

(loud banging, shouting)

Officer:
Wake up! Get on up!

- Get on up. Do it now.

- Aye, sir.

Now get on up. Do it now.

Get up! Let's go! Let's

go, let's go, let's go!

Hodge:
Five, four... get down.

- Three, two...

- Officer:
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Hodge:
...and one.

- Go, sir, go.

- Hodge:
I can't hear you.

- And one!

- Go, sir, go.

- Push-up, move.

- Aye, sir.

Officer:
Get down, get down,

get down, get down. Let's go.

Down, up. Down, all the way up.

Down, up, down, up, down,

up, down, up, down, up.

Officer:
...three, two, and one.

- Cadets:
Go, sir, go.

- And one.

Go, sir, go.

One, two, three, four, hey.

Cadets:
One, two, three, four, hey.

One, two, three, four, hey.

One, two, three, four, hey.

Your left, your right, your left,

your right, your left, right, left.

Your left, your right, your left,

your right, your left, right, left.

Cadets:
Hey, hey!

Prepare for formal headcount.

Prepare for formal headcount, aye, ma'am!

Now, for a formal headcount,

that's when you let me

know that you're here.

- You understand, trash?

- Ma'am, yes, ma'am.

I'm gonna say your last name.

You're gonna say your first

name and your jail number.

Everything starts with ma'am,

everything ends with ma'am.

- Do you understand that, trash?

- Cadets:
Ma'am, yes, ma'am.

Cadet Cordero, what's my jail number?

How about 1-5...?

- Uh, 1...

- Calm down.

- 1-5...

- 1-5...

- ...6-5...

- ...6-5...

- ...3-6.

- ...3-6.

1-5... what's the rest of it?

- Uh, no, ma'am.

- Oh, you don't know.

You don't know your freaking jail number?!

You don't know what is

your freaking jail number?!

How long you been in freaking jail

and, no, you don't know

your freaking jail number?!

Gilliard:
He no speak

no Ingls, Drew.

Go over there,

push, and repeat your damn jail

number till you remember it.

Hurry up, hurry up! Get there, get there!

- Gilliard:
Ray Gonzalez.

- Ma'am, yes, ma'am.

Ma'am, Gonzalez. No speak English.

Y'all don't say numbers in Spanish?

Drew:
Do you understand that, trash?

- You speak Spanish?

- Ma'am, yes, ma'am.

Okay, ask him what's his jail number.

(both speaking Spanish)

He doesn't know it, ma'am.

Oh, okay, not that he

don't speak no damn English,

he just don't goddamn know it.

You're gonna start reading

all my freaking trash.

I don't know if you really understand

or no, but you're gonna get it.

You're gonna pay every freaking day!

You're gonna push every day

until I get tired, and I never get tired.

- You understand that, trash?

- Aye, sir.

Get in the freaking line!

- Gilliard:
Y'all like me now?

- Cadets:
Aye, ma'am.

- Five, four, three, two, and one.

- Go, ma'am, go.

- And one.

- Go, ma'am, go.

I'm very scared, man.

I just wanna go home. (mock crying)

Chew, keep looking forward.

Cadets:
Look forward, head and eyes, sir.

You got a problem with eyeballing

or is it that you blind,

you can't hear, you deaf?

What is it? You gotta look at

the friggin' doggone drill instructor?

- No, ma'am.

- Because head and eyes straight forward.

Get your head up!

Why the freak we keep coming to you?

You don't need to nod your head, dummy.

Just open your freaking doggone sucker.

I say something, "Aye, ma'am."

- Aye, aye, ma'am.

- And you spit it out.

Aye, ma'am, aye, ma'am, aye, ma'am.

You've been running

in and out of jail

probably half of your

friggin' doggone life.

You know what? Matter of fact, just go

right to that little corner over there.

Face this little hole right here.

Face this little hole right there.

Face the little

friggin' doggone hole.

That's where the freak you belong.

Now, anything else f***ing funny?

Cadets:
Ma'am, no, ma'am!

You know what? Speak freely.

- Sir, I...

- Relax. Shh.

- Speak freely.

- Olsen came up to me and bumped me.

And I turned around and

seen that he bumped me,

and he like, "Hurry up. Get out of here."

- What's going on?

- Stop, stop, stop. Listen to me.

- Listen to me.

- I'm trying to do right, sir.

- I'm doing everything...

- I'm talking now. I'm talking now.

- Sir, yes, sir.

- You're gonna stop what you're doing right now.

- Sir, yes, sir.

- You're gonna go back in there,

you're gonna continue on with this

because you have everything to lose.

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