Get up, recruit.
Get up!
Mainside Medical number is taped to the duty desk. Call the doc.
Tell him I've started CPR. Move!
Answer me, recruit.
Goddamn it, open your eyes!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
This is Platoon 2032. We have a medical emergency.
- Answer me, goddamn it! - Come quick.
I was a baby, now I'm a man!
Mama ain't here to hold my hand!
Mama ain't here To hold my hand!
Miss them titties Yeah, that's me!
Miss them titties, yeah, that's me!
But cold milk is all I need!
- Gotta fight to earn the right! - Keep it coming!
Gotta fight to earn the right!
To go home and fuck my wife!
Dear Gloria,
"Every Marine a Rifleman."
That's what they're always saying here.
And this week, it's finally happening.
We're gonna be riflemen.
Everyone's in a good mood for a change.
Damn, that's a view. Hey, where's your little diary?
Better document that shit.
It feels like we're bonding now. Becoming brothers.
I wrote my dad.
Told him about the raid, taking the guidon. He's gonna love it.
I mean, he'd never say that, but... Can't believe you missed it.
What?
Nothing. Just glad the old Ray is back.
One minute.
Lace 'em up.
- Want help with your pack? - I got it.
We've already been through a lot.
But everybody says the rifle range is the best part of boot camp.
Welcome to your home for the next two weeks, shit lickers.
Now drop your packs and make my racks!
This is what we've been waiting for.
When we separate the boys from the men.
But there's a lot to learn.
Navy can swim.
Army can drill.
But our lethality with the M16 is what separates us
from every other fighting force on God's green earth.
This is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle without me is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true. I will.
You will qualify in one of these three categories.
Marksman.
Weak shit, but serviceable.
Sharpshooter. At least you ain't a marksman.
And expert.
Honor Man shoots expert.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths.
We will become a part of each other. We will.
You will learn to fire with accuracy
from the 200, 300, and 500-yard lines.
When we're through with ya,
you're gonna be able to waste a motherfucker
from five football fields away.
Final category is UNQ. Unqualified.
You fail to meet Marine Corps standards and you will fail to be a Marine.
Before God, I swear this creed.
My rifle and I are the defenders of my country.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's,
and there is no enemy, but peace.
Order arms!
And one more thing.
The recruit with the highest score on qual day
will earn himself
a phone call home.
Up until now, "kill" has been a concept.
Out here on the range,
it becomes a purpose.
Welcome to the best two weeks of your lives.
This is it, baby. I'm gonna make you proud.
I'm wearing
Fur pajamas
I ride
A hot potato
It's tickling my fancy
Speak up, I can't hear you
Here on this mountaintop, oh-oh-oh
I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell, oh-oh
About some wild, wild life
Here comes the doctor in charge Oh-oh-oh
She's got some wild, wild life
Ain't that the way you like it? Oh-oh
Living wild, wild
Ladies!
My fellow Marine mothers.
Uh, my signature strudel will be out shortly.
In the meantime, please enjoy more coffee, tea,
Joanne's fabulous muffins.
And of course, if anyone would like to place an order for Sarah Beth Cosmetics,
I am at your service.
Semper fidelis.
Hello, Barbara. Joanne invited me. I hope that's okay.
I brought butter tarts.
June.
Ji-yeong.
Ray's mom.
June!
I'm so glad you came.
Ladies, June's husband is the retired master sergeant.
Oh, master gunnery sergeant.
Twenty-three years in the Corps, just the one haircut.
Her son is in boot camp.
What a nice surprise! Allow me.
Hey, June.
Come right through here.
Here, sit down next to me.
Yeah. So tell me about your son.
So, how's your son surviving boot camp?
Sorry, I think something is burning.
It's fine.
Ray, uh, writes often. He's a good boy.
He says it's challenging, of course,
but I know it's a little better because he's not alone.
June, try that.
I, for one, have gotta get this recipe.
You got it.
Yeah, I really think I smell smoke.
Um...
June, hold that thought, okay? I don't wanna miss a thing. Hold on.
- I'll just be one sec. Hold your horses. - Okay, how do you two know each other?
Our sons are good friends.
Even though boot camp is difficult, I'm so happy Ray has Cameron.
I got it!
Has Cameron... where?
Oh, with him at boot camp.
- Whoo! - I caught it just in time.
You said you lost your son.
It was a metaphor.
See your target?
Kill him.
I've never even shot a gun before.
There's no way I'm gonna get "high shooter," but I gotta get that call.
Lock it in, Ochoa. Rifle butt down.
Good.
Who do you think's gonna win?
Let me get this straight. If I get high score,
you want me to give you my phone call?
Yeah.
Why would I do that?
Because I'll make it worth your while.
I promise.
Yeah? How?
I'll do all your fire watches for the rest of boot camp.
What else?
And my Sports Illustrated.
- Dude. - Which I know you want.
It's not gonna be me.
Done, sir! Done!
- Give him one. - Kill!
- Ears! - Open, sir!
Tomorrow is pre-qual day.
I want each of you to reflect on what we've taught you here
'cause these skills...
these skills are forever.
- Once a Marine! - Always a Marine!
I knew you were bullshitting.
Yes, ma'am.
There's easier things we could do with our lives, but
what's the point of that?
So... here?
Yes, ma'am.
Well then, Sergeant, raise your right hand
and repeat after me.
I... state your name...
I, Liam Robert Sullivan...
...do solemnly swear...
- ...do solemnly swear... - ...to support and defend...
You did the right thing.
Baby, don't apologize.
I don't care if it was a false alarm.
If you think you're going into labor, call me.
All right, I gotta go.
Lights out...
Okay, but it has to be gre-- Hey, buddy.
You watching Sesame Street?
Cookie Monster. Om nom nom nom nom.
Nope, stop. Don't even ask.
But it's the swimsuit issue.
I don't care if it's Rosie Perez with a case of K-Y and a cock sock.
Got my own wife to call, papa.
If you want that call, you're gonna have to beat every motherfucker here.
Mail call, nancy boys!
Go fetch! And keep it down.
- I think that's-- - Yeah. That's...
Hey, I, uh...
I didn't mean
what I wrote.
The whole thing was...
I'm sorry.
Like you said, every man for himself.
Hey, Cam.
You're not gonna believe this.
My mother told everyone I died
so she could sell lipstick?
Should I send flowers somewhere?
Did I ever tell you about the time when I was seven?
She needed a loan, so she took me to the bank with her
and made me wear those leg braces.
Like Tiny Tim. Yeah.
Told me to look sad.
And the thing is, it worked.
She got the loan. Bought me ice cream after.
It's, like, a rare happy memory.
I mean, she's a top-shelf liar, man. But you are the real deal.
You're gonna shoot a fricking rifle this week.
Yeah, I know. You're right, you're right.
And you know what? I'm gonna get at least, uh...
- What's above marksman? - Sharpshooter?
Yes. That one.
Tiny Tim tells funny stories.
I got a funny story.
Wanna hear a funny story?
Good morning, recruits!
Welcome to my live fire range.
I am Range Coach Roach.
You may address me as Sir Coach,
Your Holiness.
Now, you will take nothing but memories,
and you will leave nothing but footprints on my sacred ground.
Do not hassle my wildlife.
Do not piss on the seats of my Porta-John. Do not fuck around.
You're all about to receive the power of God.
Live rounds.
Body of Chesty.
Blood of Basilone.
Body of Chesty.
- Hey, I gotta ask you something. - Blood of Basilone.
Hicks told me you guys took the toilet paper from our squad bay
and blamed it on Knox's platoon, but that's crazy, right?
Cam, just tell me that you didn't do it.
Blood of Basilone.
Body of Chesty.
- Holy shit. - Ray, I can explain.
- You lied about everything. - I was--
- Shit's about to get real. - Yes, sir.
- Blood of Basilone. - I was trying to help you.
I didn't mean... Ray, I'm sorry.
Blood of Basilone.
Shooters, on the line!
Weapons on safety. Fingers off the trigger.
Shooters, make ready!
You may begin firing when your Able target appears.
Gloria.
Bullseye, five points.
Beginner's luck.
Hey-o!
What the flying fuck?
Lord Jesus, have mercy.
All fives.
All fives?
- Cease fire! - First shooters off the line!
Hey.
How'd you do that? You grew up around guns?
Your mama fuck an M16? What?
No, sir, that was this recruit's first time firing a weapon, sir.
Shut the hell up, Ochoa! Goddamn, boy.
You know, you just might be one of them real-life goddamn savant idiots.
Thank you, sir.
Hey, Coach! My boy's a savant!
- Get your ass down. - Second shooters up!
What the hell, man? You told Ray? Why would you do that?
Shooters, on the line!
Navy.
Cope, on the line.
Shooters, make ready!
You may begin firing when your Able target appears.
Maggie’s drawers, son.
Means, "No impact, no idea." You missed.
- Coach. - You--
I got this one.
You're distracted.
This... this is your best friend.
This is your life.
Aye, sir.
Say it.
This is my best friend. This is my life.
Remember your training. BRASS-F.
One wrong move is gonna send that round...
Breathe, relax, aim, stop, squeeze.
Follow through.
A hit. A hit!
Whose face are you seeing on that target?
You anticipated the recoil. Hold your shot high and left.
Can't be afraid of the pain.
You have to accept it.
All right, go again.
Slow.
Steady squeeze.
- Focus on that front sight post. - Kill.
Two, four. Man, you're all over the place.
Hey, no wonder you're blowing the bullseye, son.
You're not even looking at your own target. Come on.
Another bullseye, baby.
Focus on that front sight post!
Two? You're not shooting for shit, bro.
Hey, you want some pointers from an expert?
Practice makes perfect, and you will be perfect.
Damn, I'm on fire. Whoa!
Cease fire!
Incoming wildlife. Hold your fire!
Halt! Hold your fire!
- What the shit? Get up! - Hey! Get up!
What in the fuck did I say about my wildlife?
- That stupid goose flew into my lane. - What does "cease fire" mean?
- Don't you fuckin' dare! - What, boy?
Off the line! You're done for today!
Brass call! Brass call!
Brass call, ladies!
That's right, ladies.
On your knees.
I want every last single shell.
And let me see empty chambers!
You can throw the book at him, or I can make it all go away.
Your call, Staff Sergeant.
Nash, Slovacek, step forward.
You don't think I see what you're doing?
Sulking like a toddler ever since your "dear diary" story time?
Out here shooting twos and threes?
You're trying to UNQ.
Quitting.
And you so focused on swinging your dick, you're racking up a body count.
I got a shit talker and a shit starter.
So guess what.
If you UNQ,
he UNQs.
I click my pen and sign his ass back to prison.
I will make Marines out of both you shit bags yet.
Back to brass call.
Hey, you might shoot a full 250.
Gonna have to hold on to that swimsuit issue.
Yeah, let's go, man!
Can you believe this?
Ochoa!
Do you think this is destiny?
I mean, what if I always had this thing in me?
And if it weren't for the range, I wouldn't have even known about it.
Yeah, best two weeks of our lives.
The moment of truth is upon us.
The badge you earn on qual day is the one you will wear out into the fleet.
This is the beginning of your birth as a Marine.
Sir, will a shooting expert help a recruit become military police, sir?
Like we'd waste you on the fucking military police.
You got scout sniper written all over you, boy.
- Oorah. - Yeah.
This recruit would like to know what it feels like to take a man's life, sir.
What do you feel?
Recoil.
Now, the truth is, it's a heavy burden, taking a life.
Some of you in this room will carry a lot of weight in your pack.
Some of you, none at all.
But you all volunteered to put on that pack.
And that is no small thing.
Why do you fight?
For yourself.
For your family.
For the brothers to your left and right.
For your country.
Now, our front-runners
for the high shooter and phone call sweepstakes...
Recruit Slovacek has opted out of our contest.
Which leaves recruit Ochoa...
Oorah!
...and recruit McAffey.
But there may be a dark horse among us.
We got work to do tomorrow.
- Good to go? - Sir, yes, sir!
Ochoa?
Hey, are... are you all right?
It's nothing.
The pain goes away. It always does.
Are... are you sure? Maybe you should go to sick bay.
If I go to sick bay, they won't let me shoot tomorrow.
I have to shoot. I gotta get that call.
Just need to stay here a minute.
Here, I'll... I'll stay with you.
You... You don't have to.
No, it's okay.
I've never had so many people rubbing my head,
smiling at me.
I mean, even you.
I didn't think you liked me.
Oh, no, it... it's not that. I...
No, I get it. I mean, I would've wanted a different bunkie too.
Howitt says I could be a sniper.
But what if
I don't wanna be a sniper?
I didn't join the Marines to kill people.
I know that sounds crazy, but...
I should've known. That... that's what they're training us to do.
Am I being a little baby?
That's what she'd say right now.
Gloria.
That makes her sound mean, but she's not.
She's... the best thing that ever happened to me.
I knew she was the one.
When I first saw her,
I said, "That's my wife."
But the day I enlisted,
told her I was gonna be a Marine...
that's when she said yes.
And she...
she deserves a real man, you know?
Hey.
We've got a long way to go.
I mean, sniper...
You still gotta make it through boot camp.
It's only paper.
It's just making holes in paper.
Stay one more minute?
Yeah.
So be it, until victory is America's,
and there is no enemy, but peace.
This is it. Today is qual day.
Make me proud. Fall out!
Kill!
Got a phone call.
Captain needs you back on Mainside.
We're on the range.
Get going.
Yo.
No bullshit, man. What's it gonna be?
I'll do all your fire watches.
Man, everybody wants to do my fire watch.
I'm not gonna have fire watch. Neither will you.
Look, I'm sorry, all right?
I'm sorry I read your diary. I'm an asshole.
- What do you want from me? - Nothing.
Hey, no, listen to me, all right?
Maybe you can throw it all away, go back to college, fuck around,
but me, I got nothing, all right?
I have one shot. If I wash out, it's five fucking years in the can.
And after that dead-end bullshit, that's it. It's my whole fucking life.
And how is that on me, huh?
Don't pretend if the roles were reversed, you'd give a fuck.
Besides, you're Rocky Balboa, right?
You'll be fine.
It's kind of like prom night, huh?
You know you're gonna get laid, but you gotta do all the other stuff first.
- No, Hicks took his mom to prom. - I said I took your mom to prom.
So funny.
Shooters, you may commence firing when your...
Hey, wet wipes, lighten up.
Hicks, with me, come on.
So, that's it?
Just never gonna talk to me?
Still haven't told me the truth. Where were you that night?
Look, I was gonna go with you, but then Sullivan found the toilet paper.
And he made me stand in a dumpster.
It... it was weird.
But then I explained to him that I was trying to help you--
Oh, you and Sullivan?
You two have an understanding now?
Look, you're right.
I lied.
But you know what? You needed it.
I don't believe it.
You didn't tell me some fib, Cameron.
You baited me.
You made me think that it was Knox. The guy who fucked me up.
You know how messed up and manipulative that is?
Yes.
Guess we know where you get it from, Tiny Tim.
Target. Target.
That is not fair.
Target!
Okay, you know what? You wanna talk about families,
then let's talk about how everything that you do is about your dad
and how it makes you have these huge freakouts
when you're not absolutely perfect.
Maybe it's not about you messing up.
Maybe it's about me not messing up.
Were you pissed that you almost tanked swim week?
Or was it that I did better than you?
Do I get to be your friend if I'm the sidekick and you're the hero?
- Fuck you. - Tell me I'm wrong.
No, no, you're right. And you wanna know the truth, actually?
I let you come because I felt sorry for you.
Okay. Because you felt sorry for me.
What happened to needing me here, too, Ray?
You know what? I don't need your pity. I don't need your help. I'm doing fine.
Yeah, doing great 'cause you got your new buddy, Sullivan.
Never mind he was out to destroy you, like, five minutes ago.
But now you two are tight?
What?
'Cause he took you behind the dumpster? Made you feel like a man?
Hey, chill the fuck out!
Who are you?
Cease fire. Cease fire.
First shooters, on the line!
Dear Gloria...
boot camp does strange things to people.
Everyone's changing.
But that's why we came here.
My DIs say
boot camp is the machine that makes men.
I think I finally get it now.
What that means.
Being a man.
A man is someone who carries the weight that's put in his pack,
even if it's heavy.
Even if it's a pack he doesn't wanna carry.
He carries it
because that's the sacrifice a man makes.
And now I understand.
He does it out of love.
Sergeant Sullivan.
This is Agent Blodgett, NCIS. She has a few questions for you.
Have a seat, Sergeant.
At your service, ma'am.
Shooters, take the line.
Shooters, on the lines!
Targets up. Safety off.
This rifle is your life.
So that's it?
Then it's goodbye to both of you.
This isn't fair, sir.
Putting Slovacek on my shoulders? I'm not responsible for his life.
And that, recruit, is the reason why you are leaving.
Because you still don't understand.
That is exactly what a Marine is responsible for.
Do you know what is so fucking frustrating about you?
I see potential, but no resolve.
I see competence, but no commitment.
Ambition, but no sacrifice.
And still, you have nothing to say for yourself.
What's the point?
I don't wanna be here.
My family doesn't want me to be here. None of these assholes want me here.
Three for three, sir.
What a waste.
Yeah, that's the same thing my mom said.
Like, the same thing.
Had my whole life ahead of me,
but I wasted it
joining the Marines.
Are you telling me you joined the Marines without telling your mama?
You had a whole plan, didn't you?
Do this all on your own terms?
There is a reason we say no plan survives contact with the enemy.
You could keep running like a little boy,
away from yourself.
But here,
we train men to face the enemy...
wherever he may be.
Hey there, Sharpshooter.
Don't start, all right?
I... I know what you're gonna say, and just don't.
Ray had it coming, and I didn't say anything that wasn't true, so just...
Oh, but, oh my God, what have I done?
What did I do? He's my best friend.
I mean, he's my only friend in the entire world.
I thought your only friend was your rifle.
Drink your juice, Shelby.
You did good.
For once in your life, you told your truth,
and you didn't back down.
It's about damn time.
Kill.
Shooters, on the line!
After which, you were transferred
to Naval Base Guam in Apra Harbor?
That's right, ma'am.
Where you served with Major Aaron Wilkinson.
Yes, ma'am. He headed up the intel shop.
Did you know him well?
No, ma'am. I didn't report to him.
But you did cross paths?
When training required.
How many times did you and Major Wilkinson socialize together?
I don't fraternize with officers.
Never met off base? Not even by coincidence?
Guam may be small, ma'am, but it's bigger than a Quonset hut.
Ever see anything concerning about his conduct?
- Hear any scuttlebutt? - No, ma'am.
Major Wilkinson is under investigation for several offenses under the UCMJ,
including conduct unbecoming and sodomy.
I didn't hear a question, ma'am.
- Is Major Wilkinson a homosexual? - I wouldn't know.
Did you have a relationship with Wilkinson?
No.
- Ask me. - Are you a homosexual?
No.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Last question. Would you consent to removing your blouse?
Excuse me.
Sergeant, you are under no obligation to--
It's all right, ma'am.
Thank you. I have what I need.
Sullivan.
Listen to me. If this comes back around, we will deal with it.
Aye, ma'am.
Go get some chow. It's been a long day.
Aye, ma'am.
How'd you do?
241.
Damn. Bet McKinnon makes you call collect.
All right, 2032.
That was some out-damn-standing shooting on my range today.
But there's good,
and then there's good.
Today's high shooter,
with a score of 242 points,
recruit Ochoa.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Listen up!
I have also learned that you limp-dick sad-sacks
have just shot the overall platoon range high.
That is fucking motivating.
It's not all sand fleas and tears on my island.
I'm a nice guy.
I do nice things.
Tonight,
we're watching Ghostbusters II.
Damn, we get to see Sigourney Weaver's tits tonight, boys.
Go wash your assholes. Showtime starts in ten minutes.
Sir, yes, sir!
Ochoa.
At ease.
Congratulations, son. You've earned that call.
Senior.
Your wife just called. She said to get your ass to the hospital.
Baby's on the way?
Good luck, Senior. I got the conn.
The phone is in the duty hut.
Don't take all damn night.
Aye, sir.
238.
239.
Thank you.
Hey, hey. No, that's my seat.
Hello?
Baby, who is it?
I don't hear anybody.
- Hello? - Gloria?
Who's that?
Who's there with you?
Oh my God.
I hate this.
According to the old map,
there should be an entrance anywhere along here somewhere.
Not getting anything yet.
Yo! Shut the fuck up.
It's too dark to see the cockroaches.
Forget about the cockroaches.
Hicks! Hicks!
Sh!
Hey, how was your call?
...hear 'em behind the walls.
Is everything okay?
- Just shut up about the rats. - Okay, okay.
Hello!
Hey!
What'd she say?
Didn't answer?
Probably getting dicked down by a Jody.
You can try again later.
Fuck you, Howitt.
Fuck you.
Oh, you have lost your ever-loving mind, recruit!
I will shove my hand up your ass and pull it out your skull for you!
- Begin! Begin! Begin! - Aye, sir, fuck you, sir.
Watch your movie!
You are a worthless piece of shit, Ochoa.
How dare you spit your filth at me? Quit eyeballing me!
The Fifth General orders to quit my post only when--
Shut your suck hole!
You will answer the questions that I ask you!
The M16 is a lightweight, air-cooled, gas-operated assault rifle...
- Stop! - ...with a rotating bolt!
The blood stripe was earned at the Battle of Chapultepec!
I said shut the fuck up, recruit!
The rifle is my best friend! It is my life!
- Damn it, stop! - Justice!
Judgment, integrity, discipline!
- Sir, Recruit Ochoa said he was sick, sir! - Get back, get back!
- Stop, recruit! - Is this what you want?
Is this what it takes?
Sir!
Stop, recruit! Stop, recruit!
Stop, recruit! Stop!
Get up, recruit!
Get up, goddamn it!
Mainside Medical number is taped to the duty desk.
Call the doc and tell him I've started CPR.
Move! Answer me, recruit.
Goddamn it, open your eyes!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Up, Cope.
Pack his trash.
Has he gone to the Crip platoon, sir?
Ochoa's done training.
He's dead.
I'm waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everything's dark
Keeps us from the stark
Reality
I'm waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feel
Is tranquility
There is a star in the sky
Guiding my way