What's this sneaking around between you and my sister?
- What? - Yeah, you heard me.
Cocktails in the moonlight, all that shit. I got eyes, man.
First of all, no one's sneaking around.
And I'm the one who's supposed to keep an eye on you.
- Tell me she didn't kiss you tonight. - You call that a kiss?
It was a peck on the cheek.
Yeah, next comes poking the coochie.
Hey, man, you know that's how it starts.
Hey, that shit ain't funny, man. That's my sister.
Sir, you are my commanding officer.
She's the XO.
I don't fraternize with my superiors, okay?
Good. Just keep it that way.
Do you wanna wipe that smile off your face, soldier?
Yes, sir.
Gotta go.
He's here.
Not now, fool. Get his autograph on your own damn time.
Punk.
Hey, hey. That is as far as you need to go.
There's an alley behind the house.
I need to check it out.
No, what you need is some hot...
...wild, naked, scandalous ass of your own. That's what you need.
Not with my sister, but that's what you need.
I thought we resolved this issue.
Seriously, man, it would do wonders for this uptight attitude you've got.
Yes, so I've been told.
You know what? I'm gonna talk to Lydia.
See if she can't hook you up with a friend.
Won't be necessary.
She's got some hot friends, Sauvage. Think about it.
What's wrong, baby?
You know, you haven't been to see me in a while.
Yeah, I've been busy.
Tamara still doesn't like me.
Is that it?
She does not dictate where I go or who I see, if that's what you mean.
She isn't out there, is she?
Hell, no.
Got me this new bodyguard.
Takes his job a little too serious.
Well, I'm your bodyguard in the bedroom, baby.
And I'm about to get real serious.
Oh, shit.
All right. Now, that punk in front of the crib...
...probably one of Barclay's boys.
You blaze that fool if he creeps up toward the house, all right?
All right, man. Think he brought anyone else?
Ain't seen that bitch-ass bodyguard, ain't seen no cops.
So let's do this shit.
- Mr. Sauvage. - Call Casey.
Tell him to come right over here.
- You stay inside the car. - Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Start to use your COMSET.
Right, right, right. Okay.
- Going so soon, baby? - Yeah.
I've got this sports complex thing tomorrow, you know.
But I thought you were gonna spend the night with me.
I would. I would if I could.
Look, the mayor's gonna be there and everything, you know. I gotta go.
Next time.
Yo, Lydia, what's up, baby? High Dog.
- Oh, no, he didn't. - Who's this?
Some fool that wants your autograph.
I'm gonna autograph my fist in his face.
- Baby, wait! - Back it up!
- Oh, shit! - Stupid bitch.
- Take it easy, man. - Don't be no hero, Barclay.
- Get in there, motherfucker! - Take it easy, all right?
Keep going!
All right.
If y'all know any prayers, I suggest you say them now.
Hand over the gun, bitch.
You mother..!
You fucking rat bastard.
Who sent you, huh? That motherfucker Terrell?
Talk, you piece of shit!
I'll make the bitch talk.
Goddamn, baby! Shit!
Get the fuck up. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Okay, okay. You were right.
Get the fuck over there.
Get the fuck down.
Look what I found outside.
Ain't it past your bedtime, son?
- Good work, Cujo. - Your mama know you're out this late?
I missed the party, huh?
- Are we taking POW's? - For what?
- Gonna be out on bail in the morning. - I say execute them.
- Done. - Oh, no. Cujo, no.
Oh, come one, just give me one. Just one.
Just leave them for the cops.
This might be enough evidence to prove Terrell violated his parole.
Ain't gonna matter anyhow.
You're a dead man, Barclay. Yeah.
And you and you...
Especially you, bitch.
- Bitch? - Hey, baby.
- What? - Lydia. Come on, now.
Want a piece of me too, punk?
- You got a..? A sister? - Look, this is jacked.
I've got that sports center complex opening in less than six hours.
Wait, wait. Hold on. Are you going to that?
Yeah. The mayor's gonna be there.
Yes, and maybe another hit team.
Come on, man. When are you going to start listening?
The team is not ready.
Tonight, you were this close, man. This close of getting whacked.
Yeah. And you came through for me solid.
Man, you... You're earning your money, my man.
And I expect you to keep on doing the same.
At the opening.
Let's go.
Not a word of this shit to my sister.
Tamara hears about this, she'll go bananas, okay?
- You understand me, right, Sauvage? - Yes, I do.
You're a good man. Good man.
All right, let's go. Pick it up.
This sucks.
No shit.
I'm choking on this collar.
I mean the entire setup.
Those school kids.
Phil.
Okay, I'm obsessing again.
But all it takes is one nut case to shoot in their direction.
Who are we here to protect?
I know. I know. I fucking hate this.
- Hey, big mo. - Looks like we've got a packed house.
- Wait. - Five-minute warning on the mayor.
Here you go.
Showtime.
Mr. Barclay, I've got to say something, you may not want to hear it.
Then don't say it.
I'm in a great mood, Sauvage, don't even think about bringing me down.
You can tell it to me, Philippe.
Tamara, I'd feel much better if you went out there...
...and made that speech instead of your brother.
Yeah. Right, yeah.
Maybe I should have sent sis in the ring...
...when I had that exhibition fight with Tyson.
- Wayne. - I'm starting to believe those folks...
...who've been calling you a nut case.
And what folks might those be?
- What did I just tell you about..? - Four-minute warning.
Anyone about to make a speech, I'd advise they use the restroom.
Talk to your boy.
I say I ain't got time for this.
What the fuck is he talking about?
We'll talk about it in a more appropriate time.
After the ceremony.
And know this:
I would gladly go out there and give the speech myself if he'd let me.
I warned you he was hardheaded.
I was expecting cement but not titanium steel.
Philippe, Wayne's a good man. He means well.
Just don't let anything happen to him.
I don't know if I could go through that again.
- Mr. Mayor. - Mayor, over here.
Mr. Mayor, can you smile over here?
Any time for an interview?
- Mr. Mayor? - Can we get a statement?
Mr. Mayor, please.
- Okay, let's do this. - You're gonna be great, bro.
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.
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 shit 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 shit 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 shit.
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 shit about me?
The only shit is what you been talking about yourself.
First you got my sister believing it.
And then me. And now the shit'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 shit.
You cannot even remember your name, okay?
You did good.
That goes for all of us.
Hey, what the fuck 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 shit.
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.
- 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?
Shit. 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.
Bitch.
Your security just flunked their first test.
So I'll provide my own if Mr. Singletery doesn't mind.
You're making a serious fucking mistake, Wayne.
Yeah, there you go again, motherfucker, 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 bitch.
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. - Where's my brother?
Wayne, they got Tamara.
- Where's that gunfire from? - Where'd that kid go?
- That kid is Terrell's nephew. - Shit. Come on, let's go.
Shit.
Simcoe, let me have a clip, man.
Yo, this is my last one, man.
- What? - Can't do nothing for you, baby.
Sorry.
Motherfuckers!
- I'm out of here. - Where you going?
Getting the fuck out of here. Getting the fuck out.
- Getting the fuck out of here. - You bitch!
Barclay?
Barclay? Listen, listen, listen, man.
I got something to tell you, man. Come on.
Okay, I'm gonna tell you who took down your brother.
I know you wanna know that.
I'm putting my guns down.
Look.
Come on, man.
Let's talk. I'm a businessman.
You a businessman.
Right?
See, usually, I delegate the unpleasant tasks.
But I gotta tell you something.
Popping that bitch was pure pleasure.
You motherfucker.
And now I'm gonna get a hundred percent more pleasure...
...by popping the bitch I should have popped back then.
Uncle T! No!
Uncle T, please.
We can still mitigate this.
Put down the gun. It doesn't have to end this way.
There's no other way it can end.
Oh, my God. Mullins.
Phil, take them out.
- I'll be okay. - That's an order, soldier.
Go.
- Casey, cover me. - Go. Now!
It's the meat. They want some fresh meat.
Yeah, you like that, motherfucker? Yeah!
Oh, Mr. Barclay?
Can I have your autograph now?
Yeah. Yeah, bitch.
Come on. Right there with your punk ass.
Yeah.
Where were we, bitch?
You think you can take me out, nigga?
Who'd you think you was messing with, huh?
You ready to say hello to baby brother?
- Fuck you. - Fuck me?
Fuck you, nigga!
Sauvage!
Oh, shit.
No, no, no.
Come on. Come on, Sauvage. Come on, man.
Sauvage. Hey, Sauvage!
Get up.
Phil! You hear me, Phil?
Wake up. Phil. Phil, get up!
Get up, Phil!
- Hey, Phil? - Wayne.
That fucking hurt.
Hey, you're gonna be all right.
- Phil. Phil, you're gonna be all right. - Okay. Okay.
Just can't seem to stay out of it, can we?
Hell of a way to make a living, that's for sure.
Get better real soon.
I'm down with that.
- You okay? - Well, I've been better.
- But, yeah, I'm good. - Thanks, man.
You all right?
You were right, kid.
Didn't have to end this way.
Mr. Barclay?
Teague's been under an internal investigation for some time now.
That security detail?
They weren't just keeping an eye on you.
They were watching him too.
Right. So in other words, I was a decoy?
Well, not exactly.
Try bait.
Fortunately, we had Mr. Sauvage.
Yeah, and I owe it all to you, sis.
Even if he can be one royal pain in the ass.
That's what you pay me for, sir.
Or should I say, paid me for.
Excuse me?
Since when, Wayne?
That was just a misunderstanding.
- My ass. - Come on, I've been shot.
- So? - Baby, you okay?
Hey, what's up, baby?
I've been so worried.
Looks like you're in so much pain.
He punched me in the eye a little bit, you know.
Looks like you need some special healing.
Actually, it's a proven fact. A little sugar can work miracles.
Oh, really?
And who's your miracle-worker?
Don't have one yet, but I'm taking resumes.
Well, then allow me to submit mine.
Hey, hey, hey.
I suppose you're gonna call that another peck.
Wayne, turn around.
Timing: Gengszter (feliratok. Hu)