Le prime 200 righe.
Time!
Daddy!
Hey!
Whoo!
So how'd I do?
You did good.
See?
I did great.
I did great.
Hello!
Hello!
Marianne!
- Do you think mom will let me come back next weekend?
I don't know.
Certainly couldn't hurt to ask.
Definitely ask.
Definitely ask.
Yeah.
Look, look, look.
See that hawk?
Mm-hmm.
Wow.
Isn't that neat?
That's beautiful.
- Do you think you and mom will ever get back together?
You know something, baby?
Mommy and daddy love each other very, very much.
And we love you very, very much.
We just have some things to work out.
That's all.
Okay?
Wow.
A ladybug.
A ladybug.
You know something?
I think we will.
In fact, I know we will.
We'll be a family again real soon.
You'll see.
Okay?
Now, we better get you to school, huh?
Okay, come on.
Now, your mom's gonna be picking you up from school,
now, your mom's gonna be picking you up from school,
right? - Yeah.
Okay.
Go to the d.I.
On my knees.
- Sergeant north, don't hurt me, please.
- Sergeant north, don't hurt me, please.
- Teach me to fight and stay alive.
- Teach me to fight and stay alive.
- I'm still a baby, too young to die.
- I'm still a baby, too young to die.
Left, left.
All right, maggots, my name's master sergeant John north.
And not only do you have the pleasure of having me as
your drill sergeant, I will also double as your
hand-to-hand combat instructor as well.
Isn't that peachy?
Right!
Hoo!
Let me explain something about hand-to-hand combat,
gentlemen.
Gentlemen.
It's not about size. It's not about strength.
It's not about egos.
It's about timing.
It's about distance.
Full time march!
It's about position.
See how my hand is controlling his neck?
So that I place him where I want him.
I bring him down.
I lock him.
Self-infliction.
Left, left, right, left!
I'm gonna tell you right now,
it's not about size and strength in hand-to-hand combat.
It's about you and me.
We block, parry, and enter.
Come back in.
We slice his neck.
Hip position.
Hip position.
Grab your opponent.
Jugular.
Back of the skull.
You just crank until you hear a snap.
It's all about torque and balance.
War is not a game.
It's meant to be played by men,
and that's what I'm gonna make you.
We take our opponent's right hand, take him,
take him down, roll, finish our opponent.
I'm gonna throw you,
and I'm gonna teach you how to throw me.
Not bad.
Hiya, pumpkin.
Hi.
Are we going home?
- We have to run a couple of errands.
Why don't you say hi to Hank?
Okay.
Okay.
It's me.
Yeah?
Are we there?
Middle of bumfuck.
Bumfuck nowhere.
Are you with him?
Yeah.
Yeah, we're standing with the man right now.
Can we hurry this up?
Sam's waiting for me already.
Quick time, halt!
Platoon, halt!
Order!
Halt!
Fall out.
How do you do it, sarge?
Got the ammo?
Yeah, we set to go.
Yeah, we set to go.
Pay him.
We cool.
Good.
I'm getting Dexter's rifles tonight.
Get your ass back to L.A.
Right.
Got an audience.
- Well, then, take care of it.
Yeah.
Hi, Hank.
Hey, Darlene.
Hey, Darlene.
$10 unleaded.
- Sure. How you doing today?
Mom?
Great.
There you are.
What's wrong, marianne?
No.
Mommy.
- Come on, g, let's get out of here.
Watch the door.
Holy shit.
Marcus!
- All units, code 12, 11547, cancel.
- Oh, man, that's all I need.
Do you think you got him?
Go look.
Fuck you.
We be just fine.
Officer down, code 11.
- Roger, backup units rolling.
Move sooner, move sooner.
Rock homer, rock homer, rock homer.
Okay, you--
- should have known better than to come in here
with some howdy-doody white motherfucker,
talk like he run-d.M.C.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Keep it up, motherfucker.
- What? - Keep it up.
- What? Drop my ass then, man.
- One victim may be in cardiac arrest.
Respond to that.
Marianne.
- I got at least three gunmen inside.
One confirmed dead.
One dead or wounded.
They got a little girl hostage.
They say they're gonna shoot her.
North!
No, John, no!
John!
John!
- You want me to drop your ass, you little mother--
- yeah, you ain't got the nerve.
Drop me, man. Drop me.
Hey, hey, hey!
Check it out.
- All units, all units in vicinity of willow and cherry,
code 30.
Proceed code 3.
Get him out of there.
John, no!
Damn it!
What the fuck?
Hold your fire.
Hold your fire!
Daddy!
- You must have a death wish, boy.
- You must have a death wish, boy.
Just take--take it easy.
The police sent me in exchange for the girl.
You don't want to hurt a little girl.
- What the fuck you know about me?
You want to know something about me, motherfucker?
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