The Hard Corps Page #6

Yo, yo! The champ's here!

- Hey, champ.

- What's up? What's up?

- Thank you, thank you.

- Mr. Barclay, can I get an autograph?

Hey, man what the hell? Back off!

I just want an autograph, man.

I just want an autograph, man.

Hey, what's up? Thank you.

Thank you for coming out.

Hey, thank you. What's up, bro?

- Barclay for mayor!

- There he is, right there.

Thank you.

What's happening, Mr. Mayor?

Nice to see you, Tamara.

Please sit down.

Barclay for president!

I believe I heard a couple of you

shouting, "Barclay for mayor."

I wouldn't put anything past this man,

this former heavyweight champion...

...who's moved on to become

a successful businessman...

...a prodigious builder...

...a respected leader...

...and a pillar of strength...

...in a community that desperately

needs positive role models.

- Amen.

- But please...

...don't give him any ideas, folks.

This is one man I wouldn't wanna

have to face in any kind of arena.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Wayne Barclay.

Barclay!

- Thank you.

- Barclay! Barclay! Barclay!

Barclay! Barclay! Barclay!

Barclay! Barclay!

- Barclay!

- I spotted a target.

Black, 6-foot-4.

Almost directly

in front of the podium.

Mohawk, scar on his face?

That's the one.

Kim and Cujo, try to get to this guy

as soon as possible.

All right, Big Wayne!

You know, a long time ago...

...I used to play on these streets.

Back then, they weren't

much to look at.

I learned to fight on these streets.

Today, I don't see as much fighting.

Today, I'm beginning

to see progress.

Today, a dream

has come true for me...

...and for this community.

Gun!

Move!

Let go my arm, man!

Let go of my arm.

- Get your ass up.

- What do you got?

We saw him going for a gun, man.

- What the hell just happened?

- I'll explain later. In a safe place.

- This is bullshit.

- Hey, you're bullshit.

You mean this?

Damn.

You made me miss a call, yo.

It was from my Mom too.

I should have you morons locked up.

Every last one of you.

A sense of calm has settled in, but

moments ago, a near riot erupted...

... when bodyguards for former

heavyweight champ Wayne Barclay...

... thought they'd spotted a man

with a gun.

I have with me Lieutenant Teague

of the Metro Police.

Oh, boy.

Would you describe to us what the

gentleman was actually reaching for?

Yes, it was a cellular phone.

I have a gentleman

who was manhandled...

... by this group of amateurish

security guards.

He plans to file a lawsuit

against Mr. Barclay for assault...

... and possibly for a violation

of his civil rights.

- You watching it on TV?

- Yeah.

Nothing we could do, Terrell.

Them motherfuckers

were on our ass all day.

Hell yeah, let him know, man.

Switch to Plan B.

All right, gangsters...

...move to Plan B.

What is Plan B?

Let me give you some advice.

You wanna sh*t with the big dogs,

stop pissing with the puppies.

Any particular reason why

Mr. Barclay's bodyguards...

...might have been so jumpy?

The gentleman they assaulted is

African-American, so it's possible...

...that their overzealousness

was racially motivated.

- Unbelievable.

- Please.

This guy is so full of sh*t his eyeballs

are starting to turn brown.

Yeah, well, brown eyes pretty much

called the ball game on this one.

In five minutes, I went from

Mayor Barclay to Captain Kangaroo!

I might as well have been onstage

tap-dancing and singing Mammy.

Hold up, hold up, Wayne.

This man's been busting his ass

to protect you.

- And I'm trying to protect you.

- Protect me from what?

- Why don't you go and ask him?

- Ask him what?

You ask him why the Army had his ass

locked up in the psychiatric hospital.

- What?

- Yeah, that's right.

Why don't you tell her that, huh?

- What are you talking about?

- Tell her that sh*t.

The man's a killer. I'll be damned...

...if I'm gonna let some psychotic,

schitzo freak hit on my sister.

Wayne...

...who's acting psychotic here?

- Jessie, stay with her.

- You got it.

Barclay, I quit.

And this time it's final.

Do you see me crying?

You and I need to talk about

my severance package.

Why don't you sever this?

You don't seem to understand.

I want you to name a place...

...and make sure to bring some

ice packs and some painkillers.

Because it's going to hurt.

Oh, you want to take it there. Good.

My gym, 30 minutes.

And if I was you, I'd prepare

to start eating dinner out of a straw.

Sure.

Casey, you wait here.

This won't take long.

So, any of you guys bring a ice pack

and some painkillers?

My Benjamin Franklin says your boy is

the one who's gonna be needing it.

Let's go.

Come on, little man.

Show me what you got.

In the ring?

You don't get it, do you?

I'm not looking for a fair fight.

Any way you want it.

Them results are gonna be the same.

What you got?

This is gonna be a better workout

then I expected.

Now, who has been talking

sh*t about me?

The only sh*t is what you been

talking about yourself.

First you got my sister believing it.

And then me. And now

the sh*t's about to hit the fan.

Yeah. You feel that?

You just stepped

into it with the champ.

You about to learn

why they call me that.

What you got?

You know, my back is here.

You feel that? Yeah.

Oh, yeah. Good.

Phil. Phil, we got a problem.

Mullins called.

- Jessie's in the hospital.

- Said she's been shot up pretty bad.

- What?

- Jessie. She's been shot.

- By who?

- That's all we know.

What about my sister?

Wasn't Jessie supposed

to be following Tamara?

Paramedics brought her

here unconscious...

...and with three gunshot wounds.

Whoever did this

probably left her for dead.

You've got five minutes.

She needs to rest.

Who, Jessie? Who did it?

One of them...

...I saw at the center.

Big, ugly...

...scars on his face.

Cell phone man.

What about Tamara?

They took her.

I tried, Mr. Barclay.

Too many of them.

Jessie, listen up.

Have you talked to the police yet?

No.

Good.

If they ask you questions...

...don't say sh*t.

You cannot even remember

your name, okay?

You did good.

That goes for all of us.

Hey, what the f***

are you talking about?

We know exactly who did this.

Wayne, he took your sister

because he wants you.

She's the bait.

You call the cops,

you turn up the heat.

He might just decide

to dump the evidence.

Excuse me, sir, this is Intensive Care.

You can't go in there.

How you doing, miss? Special

police business. I'll make it brief.

Here to ask Miss Jessie Otero

a few questions.

Well, please keep it brief.

She just came out of a coma.

Well, bad news just seems to follow

you around like a fly following sh*t.

What happened? You guys get

into a car wreck on your way here?

Let's just call it a...

...a collision.

Can you tell me what happened,

young lady?

Speak up a little, please?

All right, gentlemen, I'm sorry.

I have to ask you to wait in the hall.

She needs her medication.

Now.

Everyone.

Out.

Everyone.

- Out.

- Yeah.

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