The Hard Corps Page #5

I got a private rendezvous...

...with a certain young lady.

You feel me?

Any reason she can't come here?

Look, it's a long story.

Sis thinks Lydia's bad for my image.

- Oh.

- But this little freak...

...she's hot tonight, man.

You know? Booty call, eh?

So can I handle my business?

Can I? Yeah?

I ride shotgun or you don't leave.

Unless you want

those cops to go with you.

If I wanted them, would I be climbing

over my own goddamn fence?

You're getting to be one royal

pain in the ass, you know that?

Yeah. It's what you pay me for. Sir.

Are you feeling this?

Maybe if I understood

what they were saying...

...besides, "B*tch,

ho, motherf***er."

Well, why don't you help me

understand this?

What's this sneaking around

between you and my sister?

- What?

- Yeah, you heard me.

Cocktails in the moonlight,

all that sh*t. I got eyes, man.

First of all, no one's

sneaking around.

And I'm the one who's

supposed to keep an eye on you.

- Tell me she didn't kiss you tonight.

- You call that a kiss?

It was a peck on the cheek.

Yeah, next comes

poking the coochie.

Hey, man, you know

that's how it starts.

Hey, that sh*t ain't funny, man.

That's my sister.

Sir, you are my commanding officer.

She's the X O.

I don't fraternize

with my superiors, okay?

Good. Just keep it that way.

Do you wanna wipe

that smile off your face, soldier?

Yes, sir.

Gotta go.

He's here.

Not now, fool. Get his autograph

on your own damn time.

Punk.

Hey, hey. That is as far

as you need to go.

There's an alley behind the house.

I need to check it out.

No, what you need is some hot...

...wild, naked, scandalous ass

of your own. That's what you need.

Not with my sister,

but that's what you need.

I thought we resolved this issue.

Seriously, man, it would do wonders

for this uptight attitude you've got.

Yes, so I've been told.

You know what?

I'm gonna talk to Lydia.

See if she can't

hook you up with a friend.

Won't be necessary.

She's got some hot friends, Sauvage.

Think about it.

What's wrong, baby?

You know, you haven't

been to see me in a while.

Yeah, I've been busy.

Tamara still doesn't like me.

Is that it?

She does not dictate where I go

or who I see, if that's what you mean.

She isn't out there, is she?

Hell, no.

Got me this new bodyguard.

Takes his job a little too serious.

Well, I'm your bodyguard

in the bedroom, baby.

And I'm about to get real serious.

Oh, sh*t.

All right. Now, that punk

in front of the crib...

...probably one of Barclay's boys.

You blaze that fool if he creeps up

toward the house, all right?

All right, man.

Think he brought anyone else?

Ain't seen that b*tch-ass bodyguard,

ain't seen no cops.

So let's do this sh*t.

- Mr. Sauvage.

- Call Casey.

Tell him to come right over here.

- You stay inside the car.

- Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Start to use your COMSET.

Right, right, right. Okay.

- Going so soon, baby?

- Yeah.

I've got this sports complex thing

tomorrow, you know.

But I thought you were gonna

spend the night with me.

I would. I would if I could.

Look, the mayor's gonna be there

and everything, you know. I gotta go.

Next time.

Yo, Lydia, what's up, baby?

High Dog.

- Oh, no, he didn't.

- Who's this?

Some fool that wants

your autograph.

I'm gonna autograph

my fist in his face.

- Baby, wait!

- Back it up!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Stupid b*tch.

- Take it easy, man.

- Don't be no hero, Barclay.

- Get in there, motherf***er!

- Take it easy, all right?

Keep going!

All right.

If y'all know any prayers,

I suggest you say them now.

Hand over the gun, b*tch.

You mother!

You f***ing rat bastard.

Who sent you, huh?

That motherf***er Terrell?

Talk, you piece of sh*t!

I'll make the b*tch talk.

Goddamn, baby! Sh*t!

Get the f*** up.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Okay, okay. You were right.

Get the f*** over there.

Get the f*** down.

Look what I found outside.

Ain't it past your bedtime, son?

- Good work, Cujo.

- Your mama know you're out this late?

I missed the party, huh?

- Are we taking POW's?

- For what?

- Gonna be out on bail in the morning.

- I say execute them.

- Done.

- Oh, no. Cujo, no.

Oh, come one,

just give me one. Just one.

Just leave them for the cops.

This might be enough evidence

to prove Terrell violated his parole.

Ain't gonna matter anyhow.

You're a dead man, Barclay. Yeah.

And you and you...

Especially you, b*tch.

- B*tch?

- Hey, baby.

- What?

- Lydia. Come on, now.

Want a piece of me too, punk?

- You got a? A sister?

- Look, this is jacked.

I've got that sports center complex

opening in less than six hours.

Wait, wait. Hold on.

Are you going to that?

Yeah. The mayor's gonna be there.

Yes, and maybe another hit team.

Come on, man.

When are you going to start listening?

The team is not ready.

Tonight, you were this close, man.

This close of getting whacked.

Yeah. And you

came through for me solid.

Man, you... You're earning

your money, my man.

And I expect you

to keep on doing the same.

At the opening.

Let's go.

Not a word of this sh*t to my sister.

Tamara hears about this,

she'll go bananas, okay?

- You understand me, right, Sauvage?

- Yes, I do.

You're a good man. Good man.

All right, let's go. Pick it up.

This sucks.

No sh*t.

I'm choking on this collar.

I mean the entire setup.

Those school kids.

Phil.

Okay, I'm obsessing again.

But all it takes is one nut case

to shoot in their direction.

Who are we here to protect?

I know. I know. I f***ing hate this.

- Hey, big mo.

- Looks like we've got a packed house.

- Wait.

- Five-minute warning on the mayor.

Here you go.

Showtime.

Mr. Barclay, I've got to say something,

you may not want to hear it.

Then don't say it.

I'm in a great mood, Sauvage, don't

even think about bringing me down.

You can tell it to me, Philippe.

Tamara, I'd feel much better

if you went out there...

...and made that speech

instead of your brother.

Yeah. Right, yeah.

Maybe I should have sent

sis in the ring...

...when I had that exhibition fight

with Tyson.

- Wayne.

- I'm starting to believe those folks...

...who've been calling you

a nut case.

And what folks might those be?

- What did I just tell you about?

- Four-minute warning.

Anyone about to make a speech,

I'd advise they use the restroom.

Talk to your boy.

I say I ain't got time for this.

What the f*** is he talking about?

We'll talk about it

in a more appropriate time.

After the ceremony.

And know this:

I would gladly go out there and give

the speech myself if he'd let me.

I warned you he was hardheaded.

I was expecting cement

but not titanium steel.

Philippe, Wayne's a good man.

He means well.

Just don't let anything

happen to him.

I don't know if I could

go through that again.

- Mr. Mayor.

- Mayor, over here.

Mr. Mayor, can you

smile over here?

Any time for an interview?

- Mr. Mayor?

- Can we get a statement?

Mr. Mayor, please.

- Okay, let's do this.

- You're gonna be great, bro.

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