The Hard Corps Page #2

Well...

...I liked Bowden.

Liked him very much.

And...

...the other guy?

Forget about it.

She hates me.

We were discussing a gig,

not a blind date.

Yeah. A gig we don't need.

I don't. You do.

Something about him seemed,

I don't know, unsettling.

A year in Afghanistan followed by

a couple more in Iraq...

...might do it to you.

Listen, Philippe...

...I was in the same kind of funk

when I got back from Vietnam.

And for some of

the same reasons too.

You've come a long way.

And I'm proud of you for that.

But you're not

all the way there yet.

Now, you reading me, soldier?

Loud and clear.

Okay.

You need to get back into the flow.

Take the next step.

Get a job.

You know, come to think of it...

...a blind date might not be

a bad idea either.

And that's part of

a 12-step program?

I'm serious. When is the last time

you had your ham glazed?

Enough.

- What?

- Enough.

Could do something about

that uptight attitude.

Hell, might even put

a smile on your face.

Is it wrong to expect

these bodyguards...

...to blend seamlessly

into my brother's life?

Well, we didn't exactly

blend in Afghanistan.

Look, Bowden says he's the best.

And isn't that the bottom line here?

Protecting your brother's life?

Besides, haven't we been

pushing for...

...some affirmative action

around here?

You know I hate when you

play the race card on me.

- Yeah, I know.

- But fine.

Well, we've got that

hip-hop event coming up.

Which I've been dreading.

Been to that club before.

It'll be crowded, noisy...

... dark, crowded with groupies.

And the security will be

an absolute joke.

Sounds like a perfect opportunity

to give your boys a trial run.

And remember, my brother

is to remain blissfully unaware.

Unless it becomes

absolutely necessary.

Hey, over here.

- Let's get a photo.

- Come on, man.

Come on. Excuse us,

ladies, please.

- Hey, Wayne.

- Go inside now.

Use your VIP passes.

You're on the list.

Reporting for duty, sir.

Hey, what's up, son? Hey, keep doing

your thing, man, it's nice.

All right, man, what do you think

of these two right here?

Still playing the same

old game. Check this out.

Oh, yeah, we gonna have

a good time with that. Right over here.

I'm gonna need a week

of concentrated Marvin Gaye...

...to purge the noise out of my head.

- Are you good to go?

- Sure.

Okay.

Yeah, I'd just like to welcome

everybody to the house tonight.

We got a special guest

in the building tonight.

You all know who he is.

Very special guest. Put your hands

together for the one, the only...

...the world heavyweight champion,

Wayne Barclay.

Put your hands together, y'all.

Excuse me.

- Whoa, hey.

- Sorry.

- Sorry, bro.

- I said move. Let's get out of here.

Watch where you going, clown.

So much for remaining unseen.

You gotta admit he does stick out.

Like a sore thumb.

Look, Mullins,

I know you meant well...

...but this isn't gonna work.

Say no more.

Yeah.

That's what I heard.

Maybe I should wait outside

and keep an eye on the car.

I'll let Bowden know.

Thank you.

Send the car.

Phil, I need to tell you something.

This gig's not working out.

It's not you.

Oh, come on, Clarence.

I sensed the vibe in her office.

Bad chemistry.

Nobody's fault.

Hey, that's life, huh?

There's the car.

- No autographs.

- No, it's cool. It's cool.

Hey, over here.

- What's up, girl? What's your name?

- Virginia.

- Virginia?

- Yeah.

- Wayne, let's go.

- Hold up now.

Wayne?

Enough, let's go, Wayne.

There you go.

What's up, pretty girl?

- Blast this fool.

- Gun!

- Stay down.

- Wayne! Get in the car!

- Get in the car.

- Get in the car, Wayne.

- Get in the car.

- Get Barclay in the car.

Come on, man. Let's go!

- In the car.

- Who are you?

- Get in the car.

- Wayne!

Stay put.

Damn.

Bowden!

Hey.

Bowden?

Bowden.

I find it sadly ironic...

...that I am standing here today.

Over the coffin...

...of Clarence Bowden.

Because if not for his action in

Kandahar a couple of years ago...

...it would have been him...

...standing over mine.

And I bet...

...there's probably

a few others here...

...who can say the same.

He served his country well...

...and took care of his friends.

Goodbye, my friend.

Goodbye.

Present arms!

Firing detail. Ready.

Fire!

Chamber.

Ready. Fire!

Ready. Fire!

Ready. Fire!

Anyway, guys.

- You look good.

- Take care.

Mister Sauvage?

Mister Sauvage. Mister Sauvage.

Can we offer you a ride?

No, thanks. I would like to be alone.

Wayne and I just wanted to

come over and offer our condolences.

Yeah, you know, your brother

laid down his life for me.

There's not too many folks I can

count on to do something like that.

If it was up to me, I'd recommend

the both of y'all for a medal.

Right now, I'm not feeling

much like a hero.

Are there many more

out there like you, Mister Sauvage?

- Like me?

- Professionals.

People you can count on.

Heads up.

Is there a problem, officers?

Mister Barclay,

it is truly an honor, sir.

Detective Teague.

Violent Crimes Division.

You are Philippe Sauvage,

formerly of the U.S. Army?

- Yes, I am.

- I'm placing you under arrest.

- What?

- Hands behind your back, sir.

- Mind explaining what this is about?

- That nightclub incident.

Violation of

municipal weapons ordinances.

Your people took his

testimony and released him.

He claimed he was

licensed to carry that MP7.

The one he killed

those civilians with.

In self-defense.

Bowden said everything

was taken care of.

Well, it's a little late

to check that with him now, huh?

Put him in the car.

- Excuse me? What?

- This is stupid.

This is bullshit.

How come you're not arresting...

...the man who put a hit

on my brother?

- Who might that be?

- Detective...

...you pour water on

sh*t and call it gravy.

My lawyers will contact

your dumbass department.

- And I mean within the hour.

- You better believe it.

Why don't you call them yourself.

Hey, better still...

...call me.

- You bet your ass I will.

Have a nice day.

Hey, Simcoe, what's up?

He's so fresh.

You looking good.

Yo.

Ma'am.

Gangsters. Gangsters. All right.

- Hey.

- Hey.

You know it. You go, girl.

- Come back.

- What's up?

Gentlemen,

we Q-ing today. Y'all hungry?

Mister Singletery,

about the other night, we kind of...

Hey. Not now, motherf***er.

Friends of yours?

No, no. These are just

the cleanup crew.

That neglected

to take out some garbage.

Cleanup crew, huh?

Uncle T, this wouldn't have anything

to do with the incident involving...

Cynthia.

Cynthia.

Oh, come on down here, darling.

Look at you.

Have you met my sister's son?

The new Johnnie Cochrane?

No. Hi. What's your name?

Leonard, stop drooling. Listen,

why not fetch the young lady a drink?

Get acquainted. Come on.

While I take care of my very

special friends.

You know...

...l'm thinking about law school too.

Really?

You sorry b*tch-ass

motherfuckers had a mission.

Yeah, with all due respect, Terrell...

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