Rock and a Hard Place Page #4

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- 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.

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