The Hard Corps Page #7

- She say anything to you guys?

- No. We just got here, detective.

- Mr. Barclay?

- No. Nothing.

Goddamn, is everybody here

in a coma?

Any news on your sister?

What about my sister?

This girl Jessie, she's your

bodyguard, I just assumed...

What, that she was with Tamara?

Now, why would you assume that?

We sure as hell didn't say nothing.

It's a lucky guess. You'd have

the female covering the female.

You guys peeled out of that

community center so fast...

Too fast to put a tail on us.

But maybe not for her.

What the hell are you implying?

Detective, my sister

did not come back to the house.

We can't reach her

on her cell phone.

Now, if you know anything

about where she's at...

...we'd appreciate your help.

- This is an ICU...

First of all, I never implied

I knew she was missing.

If she is, we can put out an alert.

Not yet.

Might be she's just gone out shopping

and her battery went dead.

When you're sure, you let me know.

I'll be in touch.

He's got a habit for turning up

at the right time in the right place.

Maybe it's just a coincidence, huh?

Hey, Sauvage...

...he's the one.

He said you were a lock-up case.

He said you just went off one day

and killed a bunch of women and kids.

I did have some

post-traumatic-stress issues.

That part's true.

I spent some time

in a V.A. Hospital decompressing.

But I never killed anyone

who wasn't trying to kill me.

Almost...

- Take the shot, Phil.

- She's too close.

Take the goddamn, shot, Phil!

No!

Twenty kids inside that schoolhouse.

According to Aljazeera...

...and some foreign news services...

...one crazy American killed them all.

At the time,

I almost agreed with them.

After that, I kind of lost it.

They sent me home,

had me under observation.

Bowden came to see

how I was doing.

You know the rest.

Man.

Sometimes life sticks it in

and breaks it off good, don't it?

Now it's your turn. Why the bad blood

between you and Terrell?

Fifteen years ago...

...when I was first starting out...

...Terrell offered me some big money

to throw a fight.

It was my first professional bout.

I said, "Hell, no."

Did you know Tamara

and I had another brother?

Yeah. She mentioned it.

Well...

...I won the fight.

A couple of nights later...

...a car drove by the house and...

...somebody inside it

shot my little brother.

They shot him about ten times.

He died right there on the sidewalk.

And nobody ever knew

who did it or why.

But if someone

was to take a wild guess?

Yeah, I took that guess...

...about a thousand times...

...and the answer

always came back the same.

Anyway...

...five years ago...

...I came across some

solid evidence that Terrell...

...had been laundering drug money

at my local bank.

So when the DA's office inquired...

...I found myself faced

with a hard choice, you know?

Do I protect the man who most likely

shot and killed my brother?

- Doesn't sound like a hard choice.

- Sauvage...

...if the choice had been easy,

my sister would not be missing tonight.

Damn.

It's Lydia. That's all I need.

Wayne, take the call

but don't tell her I'm with you.

Hey, what's up, girl?

Hey, baby.

Are you alone?

Yeah, why?

I can't say too much

on the phone. But...

I need you to come over

as soon as you can.

What's this about?

Please, baby, I...

I can't say anymore.

Don't bring anyone.

Especially, that new

bodyguard of yours.

All right. All right, I'll be there.

Alone, in 30 minutes.

Wayne, I can't let you go.

Look, my sister's life

is on the line here, Sauvage.

I just remembered

what my ex-bodyguard said:

"We turn up the heat, Terrell

might just dump the evidence."

Wayne, if we do this right...

...he won't know the heat is turned up

until his ass is in the frying pan, okay?

Sh*t. Whose ass is in the frying pan?

Baby.

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry about this.

Didn't I tell you, Wayne?

I'm your biggest fan.

Where's Tamara?

Easy, champ, don't jump

to any hasty conclusions.

I gotta pat you down, sorry.

- You're not wearing a wire, are you?

- Why?

What you afraid of?

Or should I ask

what's Terrell afraid of?

There you go again,

jumping to conclusions.

Excuse me?

When I see a police detective

moonlighting for a convicted felon...

...what am I

supposed to think?

You're supposed to think

your number one fan...

...is trying to do you

another solid.

Terrell is offering you

an olive branch.

It's up to you

whether you take it or not.

Yeah, with my sister

as the bargaining chip.

- And what happens to her if I say no?

- Come on, champ, don't be so negative.

You need to deal

directly with Singletery.

I'm just here to facilitate that.

- Terrell's coming here?

- No.

As a gesture of openness

and conciliation...

...he's invited you to his home.

And Mr. Singletery's associates here...

...will be providing transportation

and security.

Oh, I see.

That's very generous of him.

Where's your bodyguard?

- Oh, Jesus!

- Watch out.

Cujo, hit the breaker.

B*tch.

Your security just flunked

their first test.

So I'll provide my own

if Mr. Singletery doesn't mind.

You're making a serious

f***ing mistake, Wayne.

Yeah, there you go again,

motherf***er, jumping to conclusions.

I believe Terrell's

been expecting me.

- Don't! We'll all die.

- Put them down.

I'll go tell Mr. Singletery you're here.

Hey, stay right there.

Use the intercom.

Yo, Terrell.

You got visitors down here.

They're in.

Visitors?

I was only expecting one guest.

Well, your guest brought friends.

I see. I'll be right down.

Make sure my other guest

is comfortable.

I'll go check on her.

Unless you'd rather have me

hang here with y'all...

...in which case, you might as well

hook me up with one of them.

Choice number one.

Y'all come with me.

Check on that b*tch.

You have been neutralized.

Uncle Terrell wants you two

down in the garage.

Motherfuckers, must I tell him

I had to ask twice?

You gotta put some pep

in your step. Come on. Move.

- Oh, man.

- Thank you.

- What's your problem, man?

- Excuse me?

What?

The key for the handcuffs.

Thanks, bro.

You're Leonard.

The attorney?

The one who helped my uncle

get his early release.

I don't know how

I can begin to apologize.

- You can start with these.

- Oh, certainly.

This whole thing has been

such a terrible mistake.

Thank you.

Maybe I can prevent it

from becoming a tragedy.

Thank you.

Oh, my God. We are so busted.

Wayne Barclay.

I've dreamed of this moment.

Keep right on dreaming.

Tamara.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Thank you.

God, thank you.

Wait, wait. You're not the police?

No. We're the Hard Corps.

And you tell your homeboys

to drop their hardware.

Or Dirty Harry here

gets to meet Elvis real quick.

Oh, that'd be a big shame.

Good help's so hard to find.

Oh, God, no. I'm too late.

We got Tamara.

What's happening down there?

Keeping these folks busy.

- Need some help?

- Negative.

Just get Miss Barclay

off the premises.

- Okay, let's go.

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