Of course, women have always been a vital link...
in the lifeline that supplies combat units.
The last few years have brought real progress...
in the interests of women in all aspects of naval service.
What's more, the Navy has instituted special sensitivity courses...
for all its male recruits, demonstrating even more progress...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mr. Hayes.
If a cannibal used a knife and fork, would you call that progress too?
Well, perhaps, if I could just finish, Madame Chairman, your questions...
Oh, I'm just an old dame without much time left,
so you'll pardon me if I jump right in here.
I'm deeply concerned over the Navy's seemingly incontrovertible attitude...
toward women in the military.
Case in point: The Lark Report.
Uh, Madame Chairman, this is an internal document of the U.S. Navy.
The Navy's analysis of that F-14 crash at Coronado last year.
Female aviator, it just so happens.
You were party to this report. Am I right?
I am really not prepared to go into an in-depth...
If you are vying for the office of the Secretary of the Navy, Mr. Hayes,
I'd like to think you were prepared for anything.
Especially if you're lookin' for my confirmation.
I'm struck by the ill-spirited tenor of your report:
Degrading remarks by other aviators,
innuendo about her performance in unrelated situations.
There's even a reference here to her sexual activity the weekend prior.
These are not unrelated circumstances.
In my seven years on this committee,
I have never seen a downed aviator treated like this, never.
I'm deeply disturbed by this report, Mr. Hayes.
Not just what it bodes for the future of women in the Navy,
but your future as well.
Do you expect to take criticism for using this confirmation hearing...
as a pulpit for women's rights?
Look, nearly one-quarter of all jobs in the U.S. Military...
are still to this day off-limits to women, and that has gotta change!
What about those that say women aren't suited for all jobs, they're physically weaker?
How strong do you have to be to pull a trigger?
That was quick. Yeah, she did great.
Are you kidding? She's always great.
Private meeting. That's what we want.
Are you worried about the next round of base closures, Senator?
- As long as it doesn't affect me. - Defense boys already called.
They want a private meeting with you.
I'll act surprised.
Senator, this is a contingency program for 100 percent integration.
If female candidates measure up in a series of test cases,
the D.O.D. Will support full integration within three year's time.
We get our man. You get your gender-blind Navy, Senator.
Surely you're not gonna balk at that.
I have to pick the test cases.
The Navy'll want approval over the women.
- So I'll approve their approval. - Come on, Senator.
Let's concentrate on the steak and not the peas.
If women measure up to the men, they've got the job. That's what's on the table.
You're not having second thoughts, are you?
- Well, Doug? - Congratulations, Mr. Secretary.
So, what program?
I'd go C.R.T. Combined Reconnaissance Team.
SEALS. Sixty percent dropout rate.
No woman's gonna last a week. I don't care who she is.
Then I suggest we start there.
Good work.
Hostile activity. Mined area.
I say again: Hostile activity, mined area.
Maintaining holding action.
Carrying one wounded.
Extracting to new location secondary P.Z. Over.
Bravo Six, this is Avalanche.
Negative on secondary rendezvous.
Strongly suggest new location. Over.
Stand by, Avalanche. Will consult team leader.
- Bravo Six. - Go to sea level.
Say again your last. Over.
Bravo Six, this is Avalanche.
Bravo Six.
- We've lost the horizon. - Bravo Six.
- You didn't account for that? - Yes, sir, we did,
but we didn't count on the SEAL unit being delayed for five hours...
and then exfiltrating this close to this high terrain.
But Keyhole-5 will be L.O.S. In 18 minutes, sir.
Launch base will need that much time to key their gear.
Advise launch base accordingly, Goldstein. Now.
Sir, I'd recommend against it. These are skilled operators.
They've grasped their problem by now and will take action to get back on-line.
It's just a glitch in the net changeover, sir.
I'll have it ironed out momentarily.
Advise launch base, Goldstein.
Something to add, Lieutenant?
If we keep the primary satellite the unit can negotiate its way down to this plateau here.
Reestablish comms. It's a clear shot.
What about those two areas inland? That's closer to their position.
But that's behind them.
They'll wanna keep moving seaward, sir, yet find a spot...
that gives 'em the line of sight on the satellite.
This plateau here. That's where I'd head, sir.
Last I checked, you were a topographic analyst, not an operations specialist.
- Why don't you just let it... - If they have wounded,
they might be inclined to stay put.
Wait till the new bird comes into L.O.S.
But they also know the tides are slipping out under their recovery sub.
They'll hump their wounded out. They'll reach this plateau in ten minutes.
Make that nine now.
We can't switch the net, sir. We'll be listening for them...
on the wrong channel with the wrong crypto.
Give it exactly nine minutes.
Okay, let's see what the cat dragged in.
They've preapproved all these candidates.
Top scores, marksmanship.
Distance runner. Took fifth place in some intra-service marathon. Age 27.
Perfect, till they do a chromosome check.
Some impressive fitness reps here.
Holder of several records for female power-lifting.
Is this the face you want to see on the cover of Newsweek?
She looks like the wife of a Russian beet farmer.
I like this one.
Triathlon, winter sports, Olympic contender,
winner of the Arlie Burke essay contest, works Intel.
- Too much of a think-tank soldier. - No, no, show me, show me.
Well, this really is top drawer...
with silk stockings inside.
- We've waited about as long as we dare. - Do it.
Change the net.
Launch base, this is N.I.C. Control.
We're going to conduct a net changeover...
to Keyhole-5 at the following coordinates.
This is Bravo Six. Still got six heartbeats here...
holding on some kind of plateau.
I say again, six passengers looking for a ride home.
- We're good to go. - Belay my last.
Copy that. Maintain perimeter. Advise further hostile status.
- That was good headwork, Lieutenant. - Well, thank you, sir.
I'm glad we could get involved and do some good.
Now the problem is, Intel officers don't get involved.
We monitor, analyze.
You need to learn the fine art of detachment, Lieutenant.
Excuse me, there's a call from the Sec Nav's office.
- I'll take it inside. - No, sir, excuse me.
Lieutenant O'Neil, the call's for you.
I'll take it inside.
Thanks for holding. I'll put you through.
I'm thinking about redoing the place.
It's beginning to remind me of an old whorehouse over the years.
- Good evening, ma'am. - Good evening, Lieutenant.
Ma'am, may I ask what this is regarding?
- Didn't they tell you? - No, ma'am.
Well, this'll be a toot. You read, I'll pour.
It's just a test case, Jordan,
but if things work out, if you can go the distance,
it could well change the military's official policy on women in combat.
Or, actually, its official non-policy.
Begging your pardon, Senator,
but you do understand this involves SEAL training?
I do. I also understand...
that you applied for active duty during the Gulf War and got turned down.
Yes, ma'am, there was an Intel slot available aboard the U.S.S. Polk,
but they told me that submarines had no bathroom facilities for women.
- Did that piss you off? - Yes, ma'am, it did.
Good. I like pissed off.
- Sit down, Lieutenant. - Yes, ma'am.
Have you got a man?
- Ma'am? - At home?
Fianc�. Steady beau. You know, some kind of solid heterosexual.
I hate askin', but I don't want this thing blowin' up in our faces...
if you happen to be battin' for the other side.
Yes, ma'am, there's someone.
Well, wonderful.
Honey, come on. I survived jump school, dive school and three brothers.
I think I can take care of myself.
The only thing that scares me are the sexual politics.
I'm just not interested in being some poster girl for women's rights.
- What? - Hmm?
- What? - What?
You don't have anything to say about this?
I guess I don't.
Honey, this is just a career opportunity.
- You don't want me sleeping my way to the top, do you? - But the SEALS, babe?
These guys are world-class warriors. They see you coming...
- I mean... - I'm aware they may not want me there.
- "May not"? - Yes.
They will eat corn flakes out of your skull. Okay?
To tell you the truth,
I don't get it.
I mean, you're doing shit-hot at Intel.
Why do you wanna go off and play soldier girl for?
Royce, we're the same age. We entered the Navy the same month.
Which one of us is wearing more ribbons?
Oh, come on. This is just 'cause I got lucky during the Gulf War.
Yes, thank you. Operational experience is a key to advancement.
Yet anyone with tits can't be on a sub, can't be a SEAL, and don't even think...
Hey, whoa, whoa. If you made up your mind to do it, go.
You always do what you wanna do anyway. Don't ask my permission.
You wanna go off and live with a bunch of cock-swinging commandos for three months...
Three months?
What if I make this and go operational for three years? What then?
Oh, man, did I just miss a decade or something?
Will I wait if you go off to war? Is that what you're asking me?
Yeah, something like that. Exactly like that.
I didn't know I was gonna have to decide the rest of my life tonight, Jordan.
Maybe we should just let this happen.
Get your dick back in here.
Don't ask me to tell you how I'm gonna feel in three years. I don't know.
I mean, neither do you.
Right up until you said that, I thought I did.
Carry on.
Put it down! Here we go!
Lieutenant O'Neil reporting for training, sir.
Yes, of course.
Please, Lieutenant, have a seat.
Thank you, sir.
Would you care for a beverage? Tea? Soda?
- I'm fine, sir. - You sure?
Well, we're still coming to terms with the exact protocol...
for the integration of our SEAL C.R.T. Training.
- Barber was my next stop, sir. I... - Don't worry about it.
As long as it's off your collar, out of your eyes, that's all I'm going to ask.
Sir, I'm not looking for any special treatment.
We're not trying to change your sex, Lieutenant.
You'll have a separate bed, a separate head.
If you have any special medical needs, inform the infirmary.
If your classmates or a superior acts in a harassing...
or otherwise unbecoming manner,
you are to inform me immediately,
so that I can deal with it immediately.
It may not always run smooth,
but we're trying to make it as painless as possible.
Thank you, sir, but I expect a certain amount of pain.
- Any questions? - None at this time, sir.
Then we're done, Lieutenant.
Yes, sir.
Permission to speak, sir?
I'm not here to make some kind of statement.
I care about completing the training and getting operational experience,
just like everyone else, I suspect.
If you were like everyone else, Lieutenant,
I suspect we wouldn't be making statements...
about not making statements,
would we?
- Dismissed. - Aye-aye, sir.
Come on.
Average woman, 25 percent body fat. Twenty-five.
That's a quarter fat, man. I mean, think about that.
If she pulls her own weight, I got no problem with it.
No split-tail's getting through this program. No way, Jose.
Oh, man, doesn't she know it's rude to point?
Whoo-hoo!
Look, I don't know what she did to get in here. I hate to speculate.
I know I petitioned for two years to get into this program.
Two years of letter writing, two years of pulling strings,
and I finally get here, and it's gone co-ed?
Elite combat unit. Whose genius idea was that?
That's bullshit. I mean, they can't do what we can. How's it happen?
All I'm sayin' is one night, Lord. Give me one night, and I'll set her straight.
Slovnik's feeling good like a hard man should.
Stow it, gentlemen. You heard the policy.
Attention on deck!
Stand easy.
Welcome to SEAL C.R.T. Selection program.
You have volunteered for the most intensive military training...
known to man.
You are all proven operators within the spec ops community.
SEALS,
E.O.D.,
Army Delta, Marine Force Recon,
Naval intel community,
and so on.
In spite of your expertise,
many of you will not successfully negotiate this program.
Those that do will experience an operational tempo...
that far exceeds that of any unit within the U.S. Arsenal.
That is all that is to be said...
about the special nature of the C.R.T. Training program.
I now turn you over...
to my Command Master Chief John James Urgayle.
Attention!
Instructors, stand easy.
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.
The ebb and flow of the Atlantic tides,
the drift of the continents,
the very position of the sun along its ecliptic.
These are just a few of the things I control in my world.
- Is that clear? - Yes, Command Master Chief!
Instructor Pyro.
Aye-aye, Master Chief.
Instructors.
Boat crews, stand by your boats. Move your asses!
Get 'em up high! Move your asses!
Get 'em up high!
Forward, double time! Hut!
Hold them up, girls. Come on. Don't you embarrass me.
Get that up!
What are you people, handicapped? Get your feet up! Move it!
This day hasn't even begun! Move it around!
Move the boat around!
Prepare to down boat!
Down boat, and don't you bruise my sensitive fanny!
I will run your butt all the way to the beach!
I have had better boat rides by your mothers!
Worm sperm, every damn one of you!
Instructor, get these spoon-chested pencil-necks out of my face!
All yours, Master Chief.
Take a good look at your new home.
Clarkson, get your boat crews! Fall out by the fenders now!
Move it, move it, move it, move it!
Sixty percent of you will not pass this course!
How do I know? Because that is an historical fact!
Now for the bad news!
I always like to get one quitter on the first day!
And until I do, that first day does not end!
Look around! Look to your right!
Look to your left. I just wonder who it's gonna be.
Who's got the hair to stick it out?
Come on! Be a part of your crew's solution!
- There's one goin' down! - What are you doing on your knees?
- Stamm, are you hurt? - No!
You wanna quit? Then get the fuck up, Stamm! Get back on that fender!
- Get up, guy! What the hell is going on? - Flea. Flea, you all right?
- What the fuck you doin' with him? - Whoo-hoo!
- What's your name, pancake? - Flea! I mean, Montgomery, sir!
Don't call me sir, moron. I work for a living.
- How many names you got anyway? - It's F. Lee Montgomery, but that just gets whittled down to Flea.
- Are you my quitter, Mr. Flea? - No, sir, Master Chief!
Nothin' to be ashamed of, sir. Do you wanna quit?
Not me, Master Chief! I'm full of joy!
What the hell is going on down there?
Move that fender!
Class! Class, stand in line!
Drop down, bent over push-ups!
Quit playing with your hair, O'Neil, and drop down!
- If you can't do these right, O'Neil, do 'em on your knees! - I like these just fine, sir.
Down!
Half a night, Lord. Just give me half a night.
- Cortez, stow the shit! - I'm just having a sexual fantasy here!
You have to be harder than the average man...
to even get in this program!
But I know some of you are already thinking seriously about quitting!
Get in this program, Stamm!
Come on! You don't need this abuse!
Stamm, I think I have a quitter! Do I have a quitter?
Be ashamed for the rest of your fucking lives!
Go!
Get out of that water!
Roll! Right there!
Roll!
Pain is your friend, your ally!
It will tell you when you are seriously injured!
It will keep you awake and angry...
and remind you to finish the job...
and get the hell home!
But you know the best thing about pain?
I don't know!
It lets you know you're not dead yet!
I've seen Girl Scouts move quicker than this!
You people are pathetic! Down boat!
Mr. Wickwire, you have four minutes...
to secure swim gear and down chow!
Your entire class will be severely penalized...
Get your asses going! Get moving!
Goddamn it, what the fuck are you doing sitting in my chair?
Get the hell out of here!
Scrape your plates! Get the hell out of here!
Get your ass up! Get your ass up! Get it up, boy!
Get the hell out of here!
Scrape the plates and get the hell out of here!
I want you to stroll! Drop down!
Bear crawl, goddamn it! What the hell's wrong with you, shithead?
All right, sewer trout, everybody out!
Move it out!
Get in line and get up here, people!
Keep the whole line long!
Move it, move it, move it!
Get on line! Get on line right here!
- Get on line! - All right, fall in! Dress it up!
Get ready for your med check!
They're all yours, Lieutenant.
What's your name?
- Newberry. - What day of the week is it, Newberry?
- It's fucking cold. That's what day of the week it is. - Follow my finger.
That's good.
- What's your name? - McCool.
- Uh-huh. Where are you from? - San Diego.
San Diego. Follow my finger.
- What's your name? - O'Neil.
All right, follow my finger, O'Neil.
- Let me see your fingertips. Cold? - Yeah.
Way to gut it out, Lieutenant.
All right, corpsmen, they're gonna live. Get the hell out of there.
Class, fall out for chow.
Move. I said move, goddamn it! What do you want to do, take another swim?
Maybe we don't want chow tonight.
Move your girlie butts!
After you pack grits, report to Alpha barracks on the double.
Get them dick-skinning hands out of my garbage cans. What the hell's goin' on?
I told you, get your chow and report to Alpha barracks!
If you feel you cannot carry on...
If you now care to admit that you are woefully out of your depth,
that bell is your salvation.
Strike it three times, and you're out.
Free to get a hot shower and a good night's sleep.
I know you're saying to yourself,
"I'm an experienced operator.
"I've put up with 19 straight hours of this.
Do I really need another 12 weeks?"
If you don't know the answer to that question, you do not belong here.
- Back up, guys. Back up. - That's all right,
'cause this program is not for everyone.
Just step up to the bell, save us all a lot of trouble.
Go ahead. Any takers?
Goin' once.
Goin' twice.
All right, welcome to a brand-new day.
Come on, now!
I did it, y'all!
Hang on!
Sing it!
Yeah!
Uh-huh!
Stamm, don't do it, Stamm!
Come on, Stamm! Don't quit!
Come on, Stamm!
There goes Stamm.
Dilettante.
- Slow day at the office. - Dropped on request.
In no less than 500 neatly printed words,
tell me why you love the United States Navy.
There will be no time limit for this evolution.
Put that pencil down. Get your fucking feet together and sit up straight!
You will write when I tell you to write.
When I come back, I'll be countin' open eyes. Begin.
Master Chief. Rock and roll.
Favorable weather conditions for the next evolution.
Are you ready, Lieutenant?
Pencils down! On your feet! Get up!
Are you ready for the next evolution?
Hoo-yah, Instructor Pyro!
Hoo-hah!
Class, halt!
Right face!
Sling arms!
- Fall out! Close it in! - Evenin', cupcakes.
Twelve minutes or less. That's all you need to know about this course.
Group one: Newberry,
Hampton, McCool, Wickwire, Slovnik and England.
Group two: Miller, Flea, Powell, Ayres, Cortez and O'Neil.
You will find a white step that is mandated female aid, O'Neil.
You will find and use them on every barrier obstacle.
- Sergeant, I don't wanna use any step. - Keep your mouth shut!
- I wanna go through like the rest of the guys! - Shut your fucking hole!
Group three: Marshall, DeLuise, Brown, Simons, Flynn and Stow.
Group one, stand by!
Bust 'em!
Hoo-yah!
Group two, stand by!
Bust 'em!
Group three, stand by! Bust 'em!
Move, move, move, move, move, move!
- Move it! Keep moving! - Faster!
O'Neil, let's go! Let's move it on down!
You want me to get you a dress?
- Keep it moving! Let's go! - Do you squat when you pee?
Come on!
- Go, go, go! Go! - This way!
- Go, go, go! - Keep it clear! Move it!
Flea!
Let's move! Let's run!
Move, move, move!
Into the tunnel! Now!
Get up! Come on!
Cortez, get over here! Drop down. Come on!
Come on! Come on, Flea!
Come on!
- Come on! - Go!
- That's it! - Help me up, Jordan.
Come on.
Grab my hand. Give me your hand.
Why don't you quit, O'Neil?
Quit now.
Let's go, children. Come on. Let's go, Cortez.
It pays to be a winner. Come on, move your fat ass.
Oh, this would be a fine time to quit, wouldn't it, gentlemen?
How many quitters we got? Come on! Move it!
Get on up here, mud muffins. Come on. You guys look like sea slugs.
O'Neil! What are you waitin' for, girl?
Get your fine fanny down here!
Come on, move it! Move it, O'Neil!
Oh, my God!
O'Neil just tripped the trip wire! Thank you very much!
She is responsible for killing the entire class.
- Hoo-yah, O'Neil! - Hoo-yah, O'Neil!
Newberry: 13:08.
Cortez: 13:10.
Hampton: 13:15. Blake: 13:22.
Presley: 13:47.
Pretty boy: 14 minutes flat.
You are the blue-ribbon loser.
These six have failed the "O" course.
- These six will run the course again. - No, don't do it!
Come on, man! Hang in there!
Come on!
Anybody else?
All right.
The rest of you wanna-bes have two hours before the next evolution.
I strongly suggest you spend it in your racks...
or sick bay.
- Mr. Wickwire. - Ten-hut!
Muster back here at 0800...
in your greens.
Haul out!
Class! As you were.
Sergeant Cortez,
however brief your stay with this command might be,
there are two words you will learn to put together:
Team... mate.
Carry on.
- Wickwire, you heard him. What are you waitin' for? - Fall out. Move it!
- Hoo-yah! - Hoo-yah!
What do we have here, you hesitant bunch of harlots?
You thinkin' about ringin' that bell? Don't think! Move!
Come on, somebody ring that bell for me, please!
Come on, honey bun, walk! Get your bell-bangin' balls a-rollin'!
You can be home curled up in bed...
In less than four hours!
Ring that bell!
That is music to my ears. I'm gettin' emotional here.
Anybody else?
What's the matter, O'Neil?
Come on.
I'd like to see the Master Chief.
Lieutenant O'Neil requests to speak to the Master Chief.
He's not home.
Excuse me, Master Chief.
Cortez finished ahead of me in group two, but he failed and I didn't. Why?
Instructor Pyro, educate the lieutenant.
You received an automatic 30-second deduction...
which put you under the wire.
It's called gender-norming, O'Neil.
It's standard procedure for all females in physical training.
What "all females," if I'm the only one?
I think I should have the choice.
Stand at attention.
Lieutenant O'Neil, when I want your opinion, I'll give it to ya.
Did you take this matter up with my Command Master Chief?
I believe you instructed me to come directly to you, sir,
if I felt I was being mistreated in any way.
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.
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.
Hey...
Hello?
Anybody here?
Grab your sacks! Get in line now! Move!
- Who the hell do you think you are, coming in here? - Guess I'm your roommate.
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.
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!
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. - Here we go!
Pick 'em up! Put 'em down!
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. "
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... - 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?
Your shot, Gary.
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.
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.
Boat six: Wickwire, McCool, Flea, Cortez, Slovnik and O'Neil.
Oh, come on.
Somebody got a problem with my organizational skills?
Fine by me, Master Chief.
No problem here, Master Chief.
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?
- Kind of tender? - It's okay.
Mmm. This?
- 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.
- 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.
Goddamn three-ring circus around here. Shit.
You trying to be bad?
You could be home curled up, playin' with electrical toys!
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.
On my mark. Stand by!
Mark!
- O'Neil, done. - Cortez, done.
Does it work, Lieutenant?
Well done, Lieutenant.
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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Jordan, just watch your six, okay?
I gotta go, Royce.
Wait a second. Don't...
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! - Stand up! Aye!
- Thirty seconds! - 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.
She doesn't have one fuckin' clue where we're goin'.
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.