The Hard Corps Page #4

- Wayne!

Stay put.

Damn.

Bowden!

Hey.

Bowden?

Bowden.

I find it sadly ironic...

...that I am standing here today.

Over the coffin...

...of Clarence Bowden.

Because if not for his action in

Kandahar a couple of years ago...

...it would have been him...

...standing over mine.

And I bet...

...there's probably

a few others here...

...who can say the same.

He served his country well...

...and took care of his friends.

Goodbye, my friend.

Goodbye.

Present arms!

Firing detail. Ready.

Fire!

Chamber.

Ready. Fire!

Ready. Fire!

Ready. Fire!

Anyway, guys.

- You look good.

- Take care.

Mister Sauvage?

Mister Sauvage. Mister Sauvage.

Can we offer you a ride?

No, thanks. I would like to be alone.

Wayne and I just wanted to

come over and offer our condolences.

Yeah, you know, your brother

laid down his life for me.

There's not too many folks I can

count on to do something like that.

If it was up to me, I'd recommend

the both of y'all for a medal.

Right now, I'm not feeling

much like a hero.

Are there many more

out there like you, Mister Sauvage?

- Like me?

- Professionals.

People you can count on.

Heads up.

Is there a problem, officers?

Mister Barclay,

it is truly an honor, sir.

Detective Teague.

Violent Crimes Division.

You are Philippe Sauvage,

formerly of the U.S. Army?

- Yes, I am.

- I'm placing you under arrest.

- What?

- Hands behind your back, sir.

- Mind explaining what this is about?

- That nightclub incident.

Violation of

municipal weapons ordinances.

Your people took his

testimony and released him.

He claimed he was

licensed to carry that MP7.

The one he killed

those civilians with.

In self-defense.

Bowden said everything

was taken care of.

Well, it's a little late

to check that with him now, huh?

Put him in the car.

- Excuse me? What?

- This is stupid.

This is bullshit.

How come you're not arresting...

...the man who put a hit

on my brother?

- Who might that be?

- Detective...

...you pour water on

sh*t and call it gravy.

My lawyers will contact

your dumbass department.

- And I mean within the hour.

- You better believe it.

Why don't you call them yourself.

Hey, better still...

...call me.

- You bet your ass I will.

Have a nice day.

Hey, Simcoe, what's up?

He's so fresh.

You looking good.

Yo.

Ma'am.

Gangsters. Gangsters. All right.

- Hey.

- Hey.

You know it. You go, girl.

- Come back.

- What's up?

Gentlemen,

we Q-ing today. Y'all hungry?

Mister Singletery,

about the other night, we kind of...

Hey. Not now, motherf***er.

Friends of yours?

No, no. These are just

the cleanup crew.

That neglected

to take out some garbage.

Cleanup crew, huh?

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