What happened? Where are the guys?
Well, you know. I just wasn't into picking up chicks.
Wait a second.
On a real world op, we always use back-ups.
Two is one, one is none.
- Is that understood? - Yeah!
O'Neil to C.O. Office.
O'Neil, the C.O. Wants you in his office.
- Hey. - Lieutenant, they're waiting.
This is Admiral Gallow and Lieutenant Burke...
from the Judge Advocate General's office.
Have a seat, Lieutenant.
I don't know, uh, a delicate way to say this, Lieutenant,
so I'm not going to try.
Claims have been made that you have, uh,
engaged in fraternization of the same sex variety.
Specifically that you were...
"seen in public venues with another female officer at a time and manner...
as to suggest conduct unbecoming an officer."
Sir, is someone suggesting that I'm a lesbian?
We're not asking if you are, Lieutenant,
and you're not required to respond even if asked.
This is merely an informal inquiry.
Where did you get these?
The source of these photographs is also a part of our investigation.
I see. They were sent anonymously.
Sir, I'd like to tell you that this is completely groundless,
and in no way did anything happen with It. Blondell and myself.
I find this just as distasteful as you, Lieutenant.
You will be required...
to cooperate with JAG and N.I.S.
Naturally, you will be given a desk pending the outcome.
A desk? Oh, this is...
Captain, obviously someone is trying to sabotage my training.
You may repeat your training...
at a future date, if cleared.
- I can't go through this shit again. - Ratchet down, Lieutenant.
I would not choose to repeat the training, sir,
nor do I care to drive a desk...
pending the outcome of this malicious allegation.
Now, I respectfully request you keep me with my crew or you send me packing.
That sounded dangerously like an ultimatum.
You take it as you will, sir.
Don't worry. It's me they're after.
Hey.
I couldn't get the gas back on.
I guess you've heard.
Yeah.
More than I really wanted to.
There was a time I wanted you to fail,
but it was only so I could have you close...
and safe...
and all to myself.
But you'd be hell to live with.
I love you.
Okay. Here it is.
- Take a look at these. - Switch ya.
Now, this was faxed to the JAG office Tuesday.
Arrived on my desk Wednesday morning.
What do you see?
You see this?
What do you see?
Take a look on the right.
- Shit. - That's right.
How important is this to you, Jordan?
I'm just asking. I'm just asking.
- Bridgeport Naval Base. - Wait. Look at this.
In Tennessee, the board recommends closing Fort Meyers...
and the Brantwood Air Force Supply Depot.
In Texas, the board is recommending no closures of military bases.
Last week, five bases in Texas were on the chopping block. This week, none.
What does that tell you?
...in a manner equitable to all states...
while burdening no one state with economic hardship.
First and foremost,
this commission worked for the good of the country.
Of course, we anticipate some controversy...
over our recommendations.
But we remind everybody... Senators, Congressmen,
- Governors alike... - Uh, excuse me, Mr. Burnham.
Now might be a dandy time for that recess.
Till noon, everyone.
Jordan, I heard what happened...
and I do so very much want to talk with you,
but now is scarcely the time.
I commend you, Senator. Those were very nice photos.
Yes, we did have someone taking shots,
but for future publicity purposes.
I see. So how did they end up in the Navy's hands?
Well, you'll have to ask them that.
If I have to ask anyone again, Senator,
I'll be asking on C-SPAN.
Jordan. Come on.
Here are the Senator's case notes.
Let me have it, boys. Come on. Quickly, quickly.
Close the door.
Jordan, nearly every working day I'm forced to make decisions...
that would have Solomon himself shittin' golf balls,
and half of those decisions are about political survival.
I don't resent that.
So if you've come here lookin' for me to apologize for keeping alive...
you better pull up a chair, 'cause you're gonna be here for a while.
Tell me you didn't sell me out.
Tell me you didn't sink my whole career to make you look good.
Those charges will be dismissed.
Your career will go forward, albeit back here in Washington.
Oh, come on. Don't tell me you wanted that kind of life.
Squat-pissing in some third-world jungle...
with some guys looking up your behind.
I wanted the choice. That's how it's supposed to be.
The truth is, the choice isn't yours, and it isn't mine.
American families are just not prepared...
to have their daughters and young mothers in harm's way.
- You don't know that. - Yes, I do.
Roper, Paris, Gallup, all the polls, they all come back the same way.
What are you saying?
That a woman's life is more valuable than a man's?
That a woman's death is more hurtful than a man's?
No politician can afford to let women come home in body bags,
especially me.
It was never gonna happen anyway.
Then why the fuck did you start me on all this in the first place?
Truthfully?
I never expected you to do so damn well. I thought you'd ring out in two weeks.
Bing, bang, it's over, and we're popular.
In Washington,
you don't even need the Ten Commandments if you're popular.
I wonder what Secretary Hayes would think about this...
if he was to know how you dealt me away...
for bases, for votes.
What makes you think he doesn't know?
Don't even think about playing politics with me, little darling.
You'll be up way past your bedtime.
And don't you think that I will stand idly by...
while anyone smears my good name.
Now, you get those charges voided, Senator, and you do it today.
Or what?
You like pissed off?
Watch this.
Jordan, you're asking me to unring a bell.
- I cannot do that. - I'm not asking.
Think about what you do before you go in front of cameras and embarrass yourself.
- You have no proof! - Accusations seem to be enough.
- You taught me that. - Jordan!
Hell of a game of brinkmanship you play.
I'm not playing games, Senator.
I gather.
I'll do it.
Somehow, I'll get you back in.
Hey, guys.
Guys, come here. Take a look at this. Look who's back in town.
Lieutenant. Come here.
I don't know what the hell's been going on in the last 48 hours.
Frankly, I don't give a shit.
Good to see you too, Master Chief.
Check out who's back, man.
- Mr. Wickwire! - Yes, Master Chief?
Since the whole world seems to be awake at 0500,
why don't you get your class out here and into formation.
Might as well crank it up right now.
All right, Master Chief. You guys heard him. Let's rock and roll.
- Ready for round two? - Hoo-yah, Master Chief.
- Ready for me? - You fuck!
Hey, Newberry, you ever done one of these...
Operational Readiness Exercises before?
No, Slovnik. Never operated in the Med.
Well, it ain't exactly dangerous, unless you're caught.
Even though the officials know we're comin' to test security,
homeboys guarding the power station don't know shit.
Hey, McCool, remember that guy that got caught...
settin' charges on the oil platform years back?
I don't know, man. What? Thomas? Taylor? I don't know.
Well, he tried to explain it was just an exercise.
Well, he was talking English and they was talkin' Arabic. So, you know.
- Did he die in prison or... - I don't know.
Well, I hope you assholes are as ready as you think you are.
You girls are so full of shit. No offense, O'Neil.
Jordan, what do you think about that, huh?
Spending time in some Arab prison.
After six months with you, Slovnik, I might just fucking volunteer.
Now hear this. Now hear this.
This is the Captain speaking.
We have been directed to break from training exercises and join the battle group Tango Chaser.
We are proceeding towards hostile waters.
Department heads make ready for battle conditions.
That is all.
- Iran or Iraq? - Libya.
At 0230, A D.O.D. Satellite dropped out of orbit.
Normally, that's not a cause for such concern,
except this baby decided to drop in Mr. Gadhafi's backyard.
What's more, I've got a range of search units... Task Unit Scorpion...
already en route to the strike zone.
My problem is that their exit plan has gone to total shit.
Your C.R.T.'s are the closest unit with the right capabilities.
Your job would be to facilitate extraction.
Now, Master Chief, if for one second...
you don't think they're ready for whatever reason, you speak to me now.
- We'll be fine, sir. - Excellent.
At present, we are three miles off the Libyan coast... here.
Carrier support will remain within striking distance.
Their call sign is Las Vegas.
Now, your unit is to make an over-the-beach insertion here,
link up with the Ranger Recovery Unit Scorpion...
and escort them out without being detected.
Have the Rangers recovered the device yet, Skipper?
Satellite power cells have been located.
They're humping 'em out now as we speak.
Scorpion Leader, Scorpion Leader.
This is Las Vegas.
Be advised: Extract team under way.
Advise your E.T.A. Over.
Copy, Las Vegas. Copy, Las Vegas.
E.T. A approximately one hour, 20 minutes.
- Over. - Copy that, Scorpion Leader.
Be advised rendezvous point of extraction team...
at the following coordinates: 3-2-1-5, 1-4-8-6.
I say again, 3...
Are we talking the KH family here, sir? The subhunter satellite?
Go ahead, Lieutenant. Fill us in.
The KH-12 Bravos are nuclear-powered.
The onboard plutonium is designed to survive re-entry.
Some kind of protective shroud.
The plutonium is, uh, weapons grade.
You know the drill, Master Chief.
- Unfortunately, I do, Skipper. - Carry on.
Who's not ready?
Inner door dogged.
Understand. Inner door closed and dogged.
Mark and start.
- Clear. Clear. - Clear.
Okay. Mr. McCool, set up comms.
Lieutenant, let's go find 'em.
Set up a perimeter.
Lieutenant.
9-0-1's. Two o'clock.
Got it.
I still hold four.
Holy shit!
Border patrol. A little ratty-assed, but still.
Yeah, parked right in the middle of the extract corridor.
I got 25, maybe 30 with mixed weapons... AK's, SKS's,
a couple RPG's.
Scorpion's gonna need to be redirected.
Mr. Wickwire, come in.
Do you read me, Mr. Wickwire?
- I can't raise the beach. You got 'em? - Stand by.
Wick, you copy? Wick.
Negative. I'll keep eyes on you. Fall back, Radio Chaser.
No, Lieutenant. I got the better eyeball. You go back.
- Chief, I think that l... - Lieutenant, go.
Roger that.
Wait a minute. Take cover. Take cover and freeze.
You got a vehicle coming towards you, coming up the hill.
Stand fast. He might blow right by ya.
Nope, we're not that lucky.
Stay down.
Lieutenant, if this goes down,
make it silent.
Control your breathing.
Comin' at ya.
Twenty-five feet.
He's a big boy. You're gonna have to take him from behind.
Twenty.
Fifteen. Movin' to your left.
Ten feet. Right behind ya.
He's turned around.
- You want me to do it? - Negative.
I'll do what I have to do, but it's my call.
Here he comes.
Eight feet. Six.
- He's got ya. I'm taking him. - No.
Fuck!
Clear out. Get back to the beach.
Go! Go!
That's the Chief.
Chaser, this is Chaser Alpha. Do you read me?
- Comm to Chaser. Do you got 'em? - Copy that, Chaser.
This is your lucky day, L.T. Stand by, Chaser.
Hostile activity, this location.
I say again, this location too hot.
Request you advise coordinates for new extract.
- Over. - O'Neil, slow down. Slow down.
Chaser Alpha, loud and clear.
Will relay your traffic to Las Vegas control. Over.
Also request gunship support for extraction.
Location to follow. Over.
Roger that, Chaser Alpha. Will relay priority to Las Vegas.
Give me the coordinates when you got 'em. We're outta here, guys.
We gotta get those boats out to sea.
If we don't get those boats back to the extract site, wherever that is,
Scorpion's mission goes down.
Leave one boat with my team. I'll wait for the Chief.
RPG's. He's fucked.
Sounds like Chief's running a little late.
We gotta go. O'Neil, retrace your tracks. Cortez, pick up the rear.
- We're going back in there for body parts? - You're damn right we are.
Do the headwork with me.
If he's on the run, he's not coming back this way to lead them to us.
Right? Now look here.
If we're here, and I left the Chief here,
I think he's gonna make his way southwest,
down this wash and out to sea.
If we hump it, we can get there and knock out any pursuit.
You work this out with the Chief ahead of time, O'Neil,
or are you just clairvoyant?
No, but it's what I'd do.
I don't know. It sounds like a fucking crapshoot.
- Hash. - What's up?
Take three boats, wait for new extraction location from Las Vegas.
- Roger that. - The rest, we're gonna stay, make sure the Chief gets out.
This is Las Vegas. Message to follow.
New extract at 0-2-6-7-5-2.
I say again, 0-2-6-7-5-2.
- Over. - Copy, Las Vegas.
But those boats will be there this time, correct? Over.
That's a roger. Sorry for the last.
It won't happen again. This is Las Vegas, out.
Yeah, Scorpion, out.
Let's go.
Here?
I think it's perfect for a parallel ambush. We can suck them right in.
Yeah. Let's do it.
Wickwire. Come in, Wickwire.
What ya got, Cortez?
Nothin'.
O'Neil, it's Wick.
- Can you read my mind? What do you think? - I don't see any other way.
There was foliage back to the south that was good cover, but that's high ground.
I think he'd just be trapped.
I don't know, Wick. Shit.
Well, I see the Chief, and he's got a boatload of trouble comin' our way.
Boys, let's get ready to rock and roll.
Hold it, guys. Don't get trigger happy. I got him at 30 yards.
Keep comin', baby. Keep comin'.
Come on.
Twenty yards. Come on, Chief. We're suckin' 'em... We're suckin' 'em in.
Hold 'em up. Hold 'em up.
- He's hit! He's down! - He's hit! Gotta blow it now!
Negative, Slovnik. He's in the kill zone.
Las Vegas, this is Chaser Alpha. We have heavy, hostile...
Repeat, immediate extraction.
He's hit again!
Fire, fire! Fire, fire! Cover him!
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire!
This is Chaser Alpha to Las Vegas! Come in!
- McCool, I'm going in! - Shit! Wick, give her some cover!
- Yah-hoo! - She made it!
Come on, come on, come on!
Got ya!
McCool!
Newberry, give me smoke! Get him out of here!
- Let's go! - Whoo-hoo!
Stay down! Stay down!
That's it! Let's fall back! Fall back! We're finished.
- Your guys? - Sounds like the right area.
Christ!
- Over here! Move, move, move! - Give me a hand!
Let's go! Let's go! Take the airwaves! Stay down, Chief!
- Break it off! - Come on! Get in there!
- Four heartbeat! - Push it! Push it! Push it!
- Six heartbeat! - I'm looking for an I.V.
I'm trying to find an I.V. Here.
He's alive! Give me some room!
- Slovnik, give me some room! - All aboard!
All bodies in! Let's get the hell out of Dodge!
- What a goat fuck. - How's the Chief doin'?
He's all right.
Hey, O'Neil! I'd go to war with you any day.
I'll never live this one down.
Tango-Niner, are you boys en route with cargo? Over.
Sundown, this is Team Leader.
We have the cargo safely in hand,
and just tell whoever's listening that we're coming home.
Tango-Niner out.
- Welcome aboard. - Thank you, Master Chief.
- Welcome aboard, sir. - Thank you, Master Chief.
- Welcome aboard, Sergeant. - Thank you, Master Chief.
Welcome aboard, sir.
Welcome aboard, ma'am.
Welcome to the SEALS C.R.T. Selection program.
You have volunteered for the most intensive military training known to man.
Attention!
I now turn you over to my Command Master Chief...
John James Urgayle.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough...
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Boat crews, stand by your boats!
Move your asses!
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