Absolution

So cold, so desolate.

0800 hours. Almost there.

Almost there. Pray to God I'm not too late.

Pray to God I'm not too late.

Ryan K. Murphy?

That's me.

Andy Quintana.

It's my duty to welcome you

to Fullerman Military Academy,

New American Colony.

Follow me, please.

So that's it?

I was expecting a little more,

I don't know, ceremony?

You'll have a brief

orientation later on this

morning.

There won't be much of

a ceremony if that's what

you're looking for.

They figure it's not worth

the hassle for one new cadet.

I have to agree.

Guess I'll have to make do

on my own.

What'd you say your name was?

Quintana.

They've assigned you to Echo.

That's my barracks. Cool. So you're my guy.

Cool. So you're my guy.

There will be a general

inspection at 0900 hours.

Repeat: general inspection--

Nice place.

It's sufficient.

That's your bunk.

Whoa. How'd the new guy

score a single?

The last guy that slept

in it died. It's considered bad luck.

It's considered bad luck.

This is mine. This is Dallas,

Hubbard, and Dragotta.

Dallas is an all right guy.

You might like him.

Hey, man.

I'm pretty easygoing.

I usually get along

all right with everybody. You got the time there, ace?

You got the time there, ace?

Yeah, it's 9:22.

9:22, that's about what

thought. You know it's

pitch-black outside.

Middle of the morning

and it's pitch black.

Can't stand these dark days.

I don't care if it is 20 below,

I wanna see me some sun.

Well, you're not gonna be

seeing much sun in here.

Fullerman facilities are

completely internal.

I'll let Sergeant Bradley

know you're here.

Your towels are in your bunk.

You're gonna want to shave

and shower before he sees you.

Oh, yeah?

Definitely.

He's very adamant

about things like that.

You'll see.

Kind of a hard-ass, is he?

I've had my share of those.

Look, I'm just saying I think

it's very important you make a

very good first impression.

If you give Sergeant Bradley

the impression that you're

a hooligan or a troublemaker,

that reflects poorly

on the barracks.

Then we all pay the price.

I've got things to do. Try not to make a mess.

Try not to make a mess.

Where the hell are you,

buddy? I know you're here somewhere.

I know you're here somewhere.

Hey, partner. What's up?

How's it going?

Okay.

Look at those boots.

Those are some shiny boots.

What do you use on those,

Turtle Wax?

Excuse me? Nothing. Forget it.

Nothing. Forget it.

So, which way do I go

to find Bradley?

Sergeant Bradley.

Yeah.

You don't have to worry

about looking for him. He'll find you.

He'll find you.

Thanks, pal.

I'll be looking you up later

for some boot-waxing tips. And, hey, keep smiling.

And, hey, keep smiling.

You Murphy?

Yeah, just arrived about-- Papers.

Papers.

It says in there I'm supposed

to meet with a Sergeant Bradley

immediately upon arrival.

Sergeant Bradley's commanding

maneuvers in the North Quadrant.

He will see you at the noon inspection. Sign here.

inspection. Sign here.

That's your standard issue.

Formals, Winter As, your BDUs

and Classroom Cs. Two sets.

Hold on tight to that stuff.

Especially the formals.

Loss or molestation

of the Formals is grounds

for immediate expulsion.

If I were you, I'd start ironing

out a set of those Cs stat.

You gotta be wearing them

for noon inspection and,

oh, yeah, those boots are 10s.

We're outta nines.

Yeah, thanks. I'll probably

grow into them by noon.

Where's that accent from,

Murphy?

Accent? What?

I didn't know I had one.

My grandparents were

from Queens.

I guess maybe I inherited

it from them.

I'd work on getting rid of

it if I were you.

Sergeant Bradley hates Yankees

and he hates Queens.

Yankees? Now there's a word

I haven't heard in a while.

Doesn't this guy realize that we

all live in the same place now?

What's the deal with this

Bradley? I hear he's a bit

of a hard-ass.

You transferred from

Densmore, didn't you?

Yeah, you heard of it?

Yes, I have.

It's a pussy school.

Well, there wasn't much pussy

when I was there.

I guess it's gone downhill.

Listen, Murphy. Truth is,

I don't care if you make it here

or not, but you seem like a

Class A dumbass to me,

and I'm feeling compelled to

give you some free advice.

Don't try to be smart here.

Don't try to be anything

but a model cadet because,

contrary to what you've heard,

Sergeant Bradley is not

a hard-ass,

Sergeant Bradley is

the hard-ass of the century.

He is a nightmare of a hard-ass

and he eats flakes like you

for breakfast.

Zero tolerance. Get the picture?

Get the picture?

Yeah, sure.

And it's "Yes, sir,"

not "Yeah, sure."

I'm your superior, Cadet Murphy.

You salute me when you address

me and you salute me

when I leave. Which is now.

Which is now. Put your chest out, soldier.

Put your chest out, soldier.

Cadets...

we have a new rat among us.

Echo Squad forward, hup!

Cadet Hubbard? Yes, sir?

Yes, sir?

Is this man

your new barracks mate?

Sir, yes, sir!

What is his name?

Sir, I don't know, sir.