I believe you instructed me to come directly to you, sir,
if I felt I was being mistreated in any way.
Oh.
[Door Shuts]
All right, Lieutenant.
I want names. I want specific grievances.
Permission to speak frankly, sir?
It's you, sir.
- It started the moment I came here. - Oh? Really?
It's the double standard.
The separate quarters, the deferential treatment.
It's the way you practically pulled my chair out for me when we first met.
Because I was civil, now you're complainin'?
I can't afford civility, sir.
How am I supposed to fit in when you've got me set up as an outsider?
You've given me a different set of rules.
The answer is, I can't.
Why don't you just issue me a pink petticoat to wear around the base?
Did you just have a brain fart?
Begging your pardon, sir?
Did you just waltz in here...
and bark at your commanding officer?
If so, I regard that as a bona fide brain fart,
and I resent it when people fart inside my office.
I think you've resented me from the start, sir.
What I resent, Lieutenant,
is some politician...
using my base as a test tube...
for her grand social experiment.
What I resent...
is the sensitivity training...
that is now mandatory for my men,
the OB-GYN I have to keep on staff...
just so someone can keep track of your personal Pap smears.
But most of all, what I resent...
is your perfume,
however subtle it may be,
competin' with the aroma of my fine $3.59 cigar,
which I will put out this instant...
if the phallic nature of it happens to offend...
your goddamned fragile sensibilities!
- Does it? - No, sir.
"No, sir," what?
The shape doesn't bother me, sir.
Just the goddamned sweet stench.
[Chuckles]
One standard.
Just treat me the same. No better, no worse.
You're gonna get everything you want, O'Neil.
Let's just see if you want what you're gonna get.
Hoo-yah, sir.
## [Pop]
Hey... [Clears Throat]
Hello?
Anybody here?
# Just didn't wanna tell you #
# Oh, see, this way I'm #
# Havin' fun with my new song #
# Wild circumstance #
# Who would've guessed #
# Forced my hand #
- [Clippers Buzzing] - # When I was homeless #
# Just didn't understand #
# If you saw me #
# Holding his hand #
# I fell #
# From your grace #
# Isn't that insane #
# I'm jealous #
# I didn't wanna tell you #
# To your face #
# But I left claims #
# That you couldn't refuse #
# Obvious #
# Your friends will see #
# I knew you'd get the word eventually #
# I'd rather have them #
# Tell you #
# It's just as well #
# The bitch is gone ##
- [Explosion] - [Machine Gun Fire]
Grab your sacks! Get in line now! Move!
- Who the hell do you think you are, coming in here? - Guess I'm your roommate.
- [Trainees Shouting] - N... N... No. You can't stay here.
- You can't sleep here right next to me. - The C.O. Says I can.
No... Come here. Come here!
Cortez, come here, goddang it!
Lookit. Girlfriend bring all her stuff in here like she think she gonna...
- Hey! - Shit! This is Tampax!
- Stand at attention! - This is not gonna happen.
[Wickwire] Stand at attention!
Mr. Wickwire, in your leisure time...
make out a schedule that rotates head and shower usage.
Yes, Master Chief.
Anything else we can do for your celebrity career, Lieutenant?
- That'll be all... - You now have exactly one minute to muster!
[Wickwire] If even one of you Van Winkle wanna-bes are late,
I will personally see none of you sleep for a week!
Let me get this straight: We're sharing the same fucking head?
Listen, you moron, I am here to stay.
If you don't wanna be in my life, move out or ring out.
- That's it. End of file. - You got one minute to put your fuckin' clothes on.
- What about the tampons? - Hey, hey, hey.
- Don't you care about tampons? - Get over yourself, Slovnik.
- Put your clothes on. Let's go! - Nice.
- Here we go. - [Trainees Responding] Here we go!
[Chanting Continues]
[Shutter Clicking]
[Chanting] Pick 'em up! Put 'em down!
- ## [Chamber] - [Chattering, Laughing]
I'll have another one.
Thanks a lot.
Oh, congratulations, Mr. Secretary.
Say hello to the President for me, will you?
So, what was the deal you made with the devil? I mean, DeHaven.
- Oooh. - Didn't you hear?
Effective immediately, all vessels in the Navy...
can no longer be referred to as "she."
- [All Laughing] - We're to call it "it."
- Royce, we need a fourth. - Yes, sir.
- You're it. - Thank you, sir.
- Hello! - Congratulations on the new job.
- You'll make a fine... - [Whispers] Mr. Secretary, sir.
Oh, man.
Not playing down to the abilities of your superior officer, are you?
No, sir. Snooker's just not my game.
Too many balls on the table.
Distracting, isn't it? That one pink ball right in the middle.
- Who's got a cigar? - Didn't know you smoked, sir.
I don't. I just want to chew the hell out of it.
Uh, "The woman, identity unknown, is believed to be...
"the first female candidate for the elite Navy SEALS training program.
Her presence could signal a shift in the military's..."
These were supposed to have been discreet test cases.
That was the agreement.
Suppose this lady's getting friendly with the press?
It's DeHaven. Had to be. She is gonna milk this cow on all four tits.
In the last two hours my office has received 14 requests for interviews.
No interviews. That's the last thing we need.
Where is she in the training, this woman?
We'll have that information for you before the night's out.
It's my understanding that she just finished the P.T. Phase of her training.
She made it through hell week.
Won't last one week, huh?
So, have you been monitoring this situation for us, Commander?
No, sir. I just made some unofficial inquiries.
Well, make it official.
I want a brief back in my office once a week.
G.I. Jane. Why don't they just get it over with and call her Joan of Arc?
[Chuckling]
Your shot, Gary.
[Horn Honking]
Pardon me, sir. Phone call from Senator DeHaven.
Captain Salem here.
Are you in the habit of lettin' photographers traipse around your base,
snapping their fill?
These are supposed to be discreet test cases.
Senator, they stand out on a public highway using telephoto lenses.
There is nothin' I can do about it,
unless you want me to infringe on their civil liberties,
which I'll be glad to do if you'll just trim a little fat off the Constitution.
Did you just mouth off to a senior member of the Senate Arms Committee?
I'll give you points for style, just nothin' for smarts.
- I was just explaining... - From this point forward, I want all press matters...
coordinated via my office.
Let me handle the R.P.M.
I'll be goddamned if I'm gonna watch Hayes pull flowers out of his ass...
and take credit for this one.
I'll be sure to pass your request along to my chain of command.
Good.
Now, how's my girl doin', anyway?
You need to know what it feels like to drown...
in order to avoid panic...
and perhaps gain those few seconds that just might save your life.
The natural tendency toward premature panic...
is what makes this such an effective interrogation technique.
# Mama told me not to come #
[Grunting]
# That ain't the way to have fun, no #
# Uh-uh #
Carb 15. Military designator: M4.
Nothing more than a chopped-down version of the M16 assault rifle.
By taking the proper precautions,
this weapon can be considered water-resistant.
Many techniques have been developed to seal the muzzle of the weapon.
- Nothing, however, surpasses the technique developed in my time. - Crazy. Wild.
- Shut up, Slovnik. - # Mama told me not to come #
# Mama told me not to come #
[Groans]
# She said, That ain't the way to have fun, no #
Boat six: Wickwire, McCool, Flea, Cortez, Slovnik and O'Neil.
- Oh, come on. - [Murmuring]
Somebody got a problem with my organizational skills?
Fine by me, Master Chief.
No problem here, Master Chief.
# That ain't the way to have fun, no #
# That ain't the way to have fun ##
Stand by. Prepare to hit the surf. Move!
Boat four, answer me this:
When I see the sea once more, will the sea have seen or not seen me?
This will be a graded exercise.
On my mark. Stand by.
Mark!
- Cortez, done. - Time!
Weapons on the table.
Is it hot out here, or is it just me?
[Mouths Words]
- Kind of tender? - It's okay.
Mmm. This?
- [Groans] A little bit. - Okay, you can get dressed.
Try to get as much air on those abrasions on your back as you can.
It's called amenorrhea when you lose your period.
It's because you drop body fat, but not at all unusual for female athletes.
Okay, you got tendinitis in your right knee...
and, uh, that is standard issue jungle rot on your left foot.
- [Sighs] Lovely. - So, you're quite a mess.
Let's fix me up and get me back out there.
- Hey, Jordan! - Whoa! Ladies!
If I follow you home, would you have premarital sex with me?
Slovnik! You're barkin' up the wrong dress. They ain't your type.
Shit fire and save matches.
[Reporters Shouting Simultaneously]
Goddamn three-ring circus around here. Shit.
[Grunting, Panting]
[Instructor] You trying to be bad?
You could be home curled up, playin' with electrical toys!
- [Bell Clanging] - Go on!
Lieutenant, why are you doing this?
- Do you ask the men the same question? - As a matter of fact, I do.
- And what do they say? - 'Cause I get to blow shit up.
Well, there you go.
- [Rain Falling] - [Instructor] On my mark. Stand by!
- [Weapons Clicking] - Mark!
- O'Neil, done. - Cortez, done.
- Does it work, Lieutenant? - [Rifle Cocks]
Well done, Lieutenant.
[Bell Clanging]
[TV Reporter] The Navy is still declining to release the woman's name,
but Senator DeHaven's office is confirming that G.I. Jane...
has outlasted many of her male counterparts in the elite Navy program,
said to be one of the most grueling anywhere.
Said to be one of the most grueling anywhere.
Joining us now on Washington Tonight, for the feminist perspective...
[Exhaling Sharply]
[Chief] Coxswain, hard a-port!
- Line it up! Move it over! - Come about!
Straighten 'er out!
- Line 'er up! - Stay on your line! Get ready!
- Whoo! - Come on! Move aft!
Get up there! Let's go, go, go!
Hoo-fucking-yah! It's like having sex in a car crash! Whoo-hoo!
Okay, McCool, get up there. Hoo-yah, baby!
Come on, O'Neil. Get on up here.
Let's go. Use your arms! God!
- Come on, O'Neil! - Cut her loose!
Let her go!
Well, hoo-yah. About time we dropped some dead weight.
We don't leave our people behind!
What the hell you waitin' for? Get with your crew! Get in there!
Let's go! Let's go!
Come on, go! You're swimmin' home!
- Wanna pick 'em back up? - Let's go home.
[All Grunting]
Well, this is bullshit.
Now they're hammering me just because she's in my boat crew.
If you'd kept your mouth shut, we wouldn't be out here in the first place.
Had a grandfather wanted to be a Navy man.
He wanted to fire them big guns off them big-ass battleships.
Navy says to him, "No. You can only do one thing on a battleship, son.
That's cook."
I'm not talkin' about 100 years ago, either.
I'm talkin' the United States Navy, middle of World War Two.
You know the reason they gave him?
The reason why they told my grandfather he couldn't fight for his country?
'Cause Negroes can't see at night.
Bad night vision.
[Flea] Damn, McCool. That's unbelievable.
Thank God times have changed.
Have they?
So, you see, O'Neil,
I know where you're coming from.
To them you're just the new nigger on the block, that's all.
- You just moved in a little too early. - Thanks, man.
The Israelis tried it.
Women in combat.
Seems the men couldn't get used to the sight of women blown open.
They'd linger over the wounded females,
often trying to save those who obviously couldn't be saved,
often to the detriment of the mission.
You were given the Navy Cross, right?
Can I ask what you got it for?
Since it bears on this conversation,
I got it for pulling a 240-pound man out of a burning tank.
So when a man tries to rescue another man, he's a hero,
but when he tries to rescue a woman, he's just gone soft.
Could you have pulled that man clear?
You couldn't even haul your own body weight out of the water today.
Permission to get dressed, Master Chief.
Mr. England went out with a stress fracture.
I'm moving Mr. Wickwire to boat five. That puts you in charge of six.
Why not McCool? He's the same rank?
Because you were commissioned a month earlier. Makes you senior officer.
Remember, there are no bad crews,
only bad leaders.
[Sighs]
[Royce] In the more academically oriented evolution,
she's receiving better marks than most.
Plus, she's outlasted 40 percent of her peers.
- With dual standards. - Actually, no, sir.
She's been going head-to-head with the men for some time now.
So she's lasted eight weeks. That's wonderful.
Joan of Arc meets Supergirl.
With S.E.R.E. Training coming up next week, sir.
Commander, we'd like to see more detail in your reports.
Let's include more background information.
Past training reps; medical history; any grievances she previously filed.
Understood?
Um, actually, not completely, sir.
Am... Am I being asked to provide ammunition against this woman...
in case the outcome isn't what the Navy expects, sir?
Absolutely not. We're simply documenting as thoroughly as possible,
in the event this turns into a legal matter.
Don't read anything Machiavellian into it, Commander.
I'll try not to, sir.
Take your leave, Commander.
Thank you.
Loganville. Wilmington. Coronado. Bedsford.
This is deeper than we thought.
[Sighs] Look at Texas.
I count four... no, five bases.
We may not have to suffer DeHaven much longer.
She stands to lose 6,000 military, 4,000 civilian jobs,
maybe 350 million in lost revenue per annum.
Re-election's six months off.
The D.O.D.'s put her out of business.
- [Men Laughing] - [Vacuum Cleaner Running]
[Men Conversing]
Yeah.
People in Washington are scope-locked on what's happening down there.
- Know how they're talking about you? - I saw a newspaper.
That's the public side. Privately, it's all being documented.
I mean everything, right down to your breakfast and bra size.
Why are you telling me this?
Big symbols make big targets, Jordan.
There's a lot of people who don't want to see you finish.
How about you, Royce?
Do you want to see me finish?
Look, I'm just trying to warn you. All right?
Get you thinkin' about where this might be headed in case...
Well, let me just warn you.
I'm gonna go through with this,
and the more everybody fucks with me, the more I wanna gut it out.
So don't you expect me back anytime soon.
Look, that is not what I want, Jordan.
I mean... Goddamn it.
It is, but it isn't. Do you understand?
Still having a hard time making decisions?
[Sighs]
Jordan, just watch your six, okay?
[Sighs]
I gotta go, Royce.
Wait a second. Don't...
[Dial Tone]
[Sighs]
[Helicopter Blades Whirring]
[Pyro] Survival, evasion, resistance and escape.
This is it, tadpoles.
Your target is inside an area of five square miles.
When and if you locate this facility,
you gather up as much intel as possible within the allotted time frame...
and get the hell outta there.
You will be penalized for early extraction, but even more for capture.
Trust me. Welcome to S.E.R.E.
- Get ready! Stand up! - [Trainees] Stand up! Aye!
- [Pyro] Thirty seconds! - [Trainees] Thirty seconds! Aye!
First man up, go!
Go!
So, where'd they drop us, L.T?
At the line of march, 2-1-0.
And just for shits and giggles, let's switch to five for tactical traffic.
Maintain casual dialogue on assigned channels.
Slovnik, take us to 2-1-0. Cortez, move out.
Move out.
Let's go.
Four clicks, 2-2-6.
[Slovnik Murmuring, Giggling]
She doesn't have one fuckin' clue where we're goin'.
[Cortez] Shut up.
Cortez, Slov, you take my left flank.
The rest of us, move back.
Looks like she's right on the money.
I had a busted watch once, and it was right twice a day.
Cortez.
[On Headset] Target ahead. Belay my last.
New rally point, my location.
McCool, Newberry, right side.
Flea, you come with me. Let's move out.
[Jordan On Radio] Listen up, everybody. We need film from all angles.
Record weapons, vehicles. Count bad guys, Get ranks, if visible.
Slov, Cortez, check antenna for comms capability.
- McCool? - There's nothing there, O'Neil.
There are no prisoners, there are no guards.
Maybe we found this place a little too easy. There's nobody there.
[Jordan] Cortez.
- McCool. Ten o'clock. - Cortez!
What the hell are you doing?
This is Team Leader to Team Fuck-up. Knock the grab-ass off.
Get back to your positions. You're compromising the unit.
- That's an order. Do it now. - What are these fuckin' clowns doing?
No, Slov.
It's just a souvenir.
No, Slov, not...
- [Machine Gun Fire] - What the hell...
- [P. A: Shouting] - Let's go!
[Chief On P.A.] Welcome to summer camp, boys and girls!
Blessed is he who expected nothing,
for he shall not be disappointed!
Rendezvous rally point.
- [Gunfire Continues] - Come on!
Let's go!
[Grunting, Groaning]
[Trainees Shouting]
- [Groans] It snapped. - Oh, shit.
Move your hand, man. All right, don't move. You're only gonna make it worse.
- Oh, Jesus. - Aaaah!
[Grunting]
- [Grunting Continues] - Get up. Get up!
Get off me! I can't fucking breathe!
- Get him up. - [Groans]
Aaaah!
[Panting]
Flea. Are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm all right. I'm all right.
[Grunting, Shouting]
Get down!
Who's in charge here? Got any officers here?
- [Groaning] - Got somethin' to say down here?
- You an officer. Huh? - Fuck you. Fuck you.
You're too fuckin' ugly to be an fuckin' officer.
- Who's the officer in charge? Huh? - [Groaning, Shouting]
- You in charge here? - [Blow Lands]
I am! I am!
Boy, that was stupid.
[Groaning]
Oh, fuck. Oh, God.
- So you're in charge, huh? - [Groaning Continues]
Get him in the cage!
- Any other officers here? - [Wickwire Shouting]
Get him in the cage. Move it!
[Shouting, Groaning Continue]
[Blow Lands]
[Man] Third box.
[Lock Sliding, Door Rattling]
- Wake up, sunshine. - [Blow Lands]
- [Groaning, Blows Landing] - Shut up!
Get up!
- Don't let 'em break you, Flea. - Take it easy, man!
[Flea Groaning]
You know,
I had an apartment this size once.
[Wickwire Laughs]
We're gonna be all right. Right, Wick?
We're gonna make it, right?
I don't know. Last time I didn't.
What happened?
I had a problem with small spaces.
But as you can see, I've... I've worked that out. [Laughs]
- [Flea Groans Loudly] - Are you hurt, or are you injured?
Aaah!
[Thunder Rumbling]
Don't let 'em use me against you, no matter what. Okay?
Okay.
- [Flea Groans] - What the fuck is your problem?
Owww! Aaaah!
What's your problem?
- [Groans] - Are you hurt, Flea, or just injured?
If you're injured, we'll get you off the island and get you medical attention.
'Course, you ain't ever gonna see your crew again.
- If you're simply hurt, we're just gonna carry on. - Which is it, Ensign?
[Groaning, Screaming]
What's it gonna be?
Aaaah! Stop! I'm hurt! I'm hurt!
That's a brave response. What's it gonna be?
Let's try it again, Flea.
- Are you hurt, or are you injured? - [Panting]
Aaaah! [Panting Continues]
- Give it up, man! - What's it gonna be, Ensign?
[Groaning] Please. Please.
Please don't fuckin' do that anymore.
[Pyro] Where are they?
We'll just let you back in your hole.
He's done.
[Mock Whimpering]
Aaaah!
- [Jordan Screams] - [Door Slams Shut]
What is your father's name?
It's a simple question, Lieutenant.
No reason not to answer, unless you wanna bleed.
What is your father's name?
Dad.
How 'bout brothers or sisters? You got any of them?
Dick, Jane and Spot.
You hungry, O'Neil?
What's your favorite food, honey? Maybe we can get you something to eat.
Green eggs and ham.
"Green eggs and ham."
Why didn't you carry out your wounded, Lieutenant?
Was he too heavy,
or were you just plain chicken shit?
You're not gettin' anything out of me.
You might as well just put me back in the cage.
[Groans]
You are in a cage. Right here, right now.
I'm sorry. Am I supposed to be afraid?
Right down to your worthless womb. This is my island.
- [Jordan Groaning] - [Loud Thumping]
- [Groaning Continues] - [Pyro] Jack.
[Clears Throat]
What? You got a problem with this, Max?
Then get the fuck outta here! Get out!
[Jordan Groaning, Spitting]
[Sighs]
[Groaning Continues]
- He tell you what was comin' in there? - [Loud Groan, Panting]
He didn't tell me shit.
[Groaning Continues]
You think we should go easy on women, Lieutenant?
- [Screaming] - Do ya?
- Fuck you. - I'm so glad we agree.
Two fire teams are still in the woods. Who's gonna give me a fix on 'em?
Anyone can stop this.
Just give me one good piece of intel, and it ends right here.
- Ohhh! Ohh! - [Chuckling]
[Panting, Groaning]
- Hang tough. - Hang in there, O'Neil.
- You got something to tell me? - Don't do it. Don't do it.
They're gonna kill you, O'Neil!
[Groaning Continues]
Ever think about what happens when you're captured, Lieutenant?
Oh, yeah. Just like the men do.
[Whimpering, Groaning]
We practice these things so you know what to expect.
Should I practice bleeding too? Would that make me a better soldier?
Couldn't hurt. Not in your case.
This is bullshit. It's a fuckin' game, O'Neil.
Mr. Newberry! You gonna be chivalrous, put a stop to this abuse?
- O'Neil, tell him somethin' or I will! - Don't you tell him shit!
Aaaah!
[Trainees Shouting, Cheering]
[Shouting, Cheering Continue]
Get him! Don't let him get up!
[Trainees Groaning, Hooting]
- [Spits] - [Cheering, Shouting Continue]
[Groaning]
Come on, get up! Get up! Get up!
- Get up, O'Neil! - Keep on him! Hit him while he's dazed.
Oh, don't you look pretty.
Don't start somethin' you can't finish.
- [Groans] - [Groaning, Shouting]
- Come on! Get up, O'Neil! - Get back, O'Neil!
- Come on, Jordan. - Get up. Come on.
- Lay low! - Be tough!
- No! - [Groans, Sighs]
You're a real fuckin' hero, man.
[Sighs]
Guys, I'm savin' her life...
and yours.
Her presence makes us all vulnerable.
I don't want you learning that inconvenient fact...
under fire.
- Master Chief. - Lieutenant!
Seek life elsewhere.
Suck my dick!
[Cheering, Laughing]
[Trainees Shouting] Hoo-yah! Hoo-yah! Hoo-yah! Hoo-yah!
Hoo-yah! Hoo-yah! Hoo-yah!
Hoo-yah! Hoo-yah! Hoo-yah! Hoo-yah!
[Cheering, Shouting Continue]
[Trainees Shouting] Suck my dick!
Suck my dick! Suck my dick! Suck my dick!
- Move out! - Suck my dick! Suck my dick!
[Shouting Continues]
It was out of line in there.
- [Nose Cracks] - [Groans]
It ain't gonna happen again.
Yeah, it will.
Maybe not with you or with these guys or with me.
She's not the problem.
We are.
[Man On Telephone] She just made it through S.E.R.E. Training.
- She actually made it. - Goddamn, that girl is good.
Oh, by the way, Newsweek called.
- They want to do a cover story on you and G.I. Jane. - Wonderful news, Peter.
Let's talk about this when I get back to the office. Thank you, darling.
Newsweek.
Great. They can come take your picture at the retirement home in Waco.
Five of our bases they wanna close.
D.O.D. Tried this trick with Resnik in California five years ago and it worked.
He was not re-elected. You want that to happen in Texas?
Douglas, nothing's final till you see it on CNN.
There's a reason they gave you that hit list.
You think they want a horse trade?
I think they're waitin' for your call.
Hey.
Hi, O'Neil. I would've paid money to have been there.
- Oh, you heard, huh? - I think it was on the evening news.
Geez. Just what I need... more P.R.
[Laughing] Listen, a few of us are gonna go over to the beach.
It's just a barbecue. No big deal. You wanna come along?
Well, actually, my crew has invited me out for a drink.
Ooh, progress.
Well, however slow, however painful, I think they're coming around.
Give me a few minutes. I'll give you a lift.
[Jordan] Okay. Cool.
## [Rock]
[Man] I got the next game!
[Man #2] Another round! I got this round.
- You saw Flea? - Yeah.
- How's he doin'? - Think his leg's gonna heal all right.
I don't know about the rest of him.
He went out on medical. They'll roll him back through.
Yeah, well, they may let him back,
but I don't know if they'll let him finish.
If they want you out, man, they'll find a way.
- I'm still here. - Hoo-yah! Great job.
Oww! [Laughs]
Yeah?
You know, O'Neil, I like you better when you drink.
You know, Cortez, I like you better when I drink.
[Man] Shots are up, fellas!
- Hoo-yah, shots! - [Man #2] Hoo-yah, shots!
- Joe. Yeah. We need a couple more. - [All Chattering]
Here we go. Everybody's got one?
All right, people.
We've been through a lot of shit. Here's to the living.
- Who's got the toast? - [Wickwire] I've got one.
Um, you guys re-remember this one?
[Men Shouting] Suck my dick!
[All Cheering] Hoo-yah!
Just keep it down, all right?
Hey, Jordan, I was, uh, wondering...
if you, um... [Clears Throat]
You're all right.
- I gotta get out of here. - [Men Laughing]
[Laughing Continues]
# In a world of fire #
# Really wouldn't want us to fight for them #
# 'Cause they're not even born #
# We can't even fight for ourselves anymore #
# That's why #
Ain't really none of my business, but I say leave the bastard.
# The future is a war #
# Out the window went the perfect past #
# A participle, particle An atom to smash #
# And smash and smash and smash and smash and smash and smash again #
# Didn't we used to know ourselves when #
# Didn't we ever used to be friends #
# Before a billion years went down the drain And that's why #
# The future is a war #
# The future is a war ##
[Blondell] Hey, there. Hi.