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.
- [Camera Shutter Clicking] - What happened? Where are the guys?
[Jordan] Well, you know. I just wasn't into picking up chicks.
[Chattering Continues]
[Camera Shutter Clicking]
Wait a second.
On a real world op, we always use back-ups.
Two is one, one is none.
- Is that understood? - [Man] 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.
[Bell Clangs]
[Clanging]
# I remember #
# Holding on #
# All them long and lonely nights #
# I've put you through #
# Somewhere in there #
# I'm sure I made you cry #
# But I can't remember #
# If we said good-bye ##
Hey.
I couldn't get the gas back on.
I guess you've heard.
Yeah.
More than I really wanted to.
[Sighs]
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.
[Sighs] But you'd be hell to live with.
[Both Laughing]
[Whispers] 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? - [Thunder Rumbling]
You see this?
What do you see?
Take a look on the right.
- [Jordan] Shit. - That's right.
How important is this to you, Jordan?
I'm just asking. I'm just asking.
- [Man On TV] 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.
[Man] Here are the Senator's case notes.
[DeHaven] 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.
- [Door Opens, Closes] - 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.
[Wickwire] 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? [Laughing] - 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.
- [Alarm Blaring] - [P.A.] 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.
[Man On Radio] 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. - [On P.A.] 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.
[Sighs] You know the drill, Master Chief.
- Unfortunately, I do, Skipper. - Carry on.
Who's not ready?
Inner door dogged.
[Man On Radio] Understand. Inner door closed and dogged.
Mark and start.
- Clear. Clear. - [Jordan] Clear.
[Chief] Okay. Mr. McCool, set up comms.
Lieutenant, let's go find 'em.
[Man] 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.
[Sighs] Nope, we're not that lucky.
Stay down.
[Engine Off]
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.
[Man Shouting Native Language]
[Speaking Native Language]
He's turned around.
- You want me to do it? - [Jordan] Negative.
I'll do what I have to do, but it's my call.
- [Gun Cocks] - Here he comes.
Eight feet. Six.
- He's got ya. I'm taking him. - No.
Fuck!
- [Men Shouting] - Clear out. Get back to the beach.
Go! Go!
[Gunshot Echoes]
- That's the Chief. - [Gunfire]
[Gunfire Continues]
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. [Panting]
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.
[Man On Radio] 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.
- [Men Shouting] - [Gunfire]
[Gunfire Continues]
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.
[Man On Radio] 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.
[Jordan] 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.
- [Sighs] I don't know, Wick. Shit. - [Gunfire]
[Gunfire Continues]
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.
[Gunfire, Explosions]
Hold it, guys. Don't get trigger happy. I got him at 30 yards.
Keep comin', baby. Keep comin'.
[Panting] Come on.
Twenty yards. Come on, Chief. We're suckin' 'em... We're suckin' 'em in.
[Wickwire] 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.
- [Groans] - [Slovnik] 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!
[Wickwire] 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.
[Gunfire Continues]
- Your guys? - Sounds like the right area.
[Gunfire Continues]
Christ!
- Over here! Move, move, move! - Give me a hand!
[Shouting]
Let's go! Let's go! Take the airwaves! Stay down, Chief!
- Break it off! - Come on! Get in there!
- [Man] 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. - [Screaming]
He's alive! Give me some room!
- Slovnik, give me some room! - [Man] All aboard!
All bodies in! Let's get the hell out of Dodge!
- What a goat fuck. - [Wickwire] 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.
[Man On Radio] Tango-Niner, are you boys en route with cargo? Over.
[Jordan] 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.
- [Bell Clangs] - [Cheering]
[Cheering, Clanging Continue]
# I remember #
# Holding on to you #
# All them long and lonely nights #
# I've put you through #
# Somewhere in there #
[Salem] 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 recall all those nights #
[Chief] 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.
[Pyro] Boat crews, stand by your boats!
- Move your asses! - [Men Shouting]
# Was I just off somewhere #
# Just to hide #
# But I can't remember #
# If we said good-bye #
# I only miss you here #
# Every now and then #
# Like the soft breeze blowing on #
# Through my curtains #
# Each November #
# I break down and cry #
# But I can't remember #
# If we said good-bye #
# I can't remember #
# If we said good-bye #
# Ohhh #
# I can't remember #
# If we said good-bye #
# Good-bye ##
# 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 #
# Losin' already Losin' everything #
# We got swastikas hidden in magazines #
# Sewed in the label of your slave-labor clothes #
# And that's why #
# The future is a war #
# Men prove worthy of our fears #
# Their strength diminishes more every year #
# As they side with the enemy and throw down their spears #
# Leaving women and children alone right here to face #
# The future #
# That's why #
# The future is a war #