The Hard Corps Page #3

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.

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