Out Standing

: Control, inbound from Croatia.

We're now at 1,000 feet.

CFB, Trenton Tower.

Requesting permission to land.

You are cleared to land on Runway 09.

Welcome back home, folks.

: Attention please, Captain Perron,

please identify yourself to the military police

as soon as you leave the aircraft.

Captain Perron, come with us, please.

What's going on?

This way.

: Dig your heels in. Keep the cadence!

Left, right.

Left, right, left!

Just watch your back, OK?

Can you smile and pretend to be happy about this,

at least until I've gone in?

I'm thrilled.

Very convincing.

If there's one woman who can do it, it's you.

Unless you meet a spider along the way.

Hey, not a word to anyone. That stays under the radar.

Right, under the radar in a platoon full of guys?

There'll be other girls.

(Man continues talking in distance)

You have custody till I'm back.

Got it.

Take care of the old lady.

You're gonna have to teach me how to fold like that.

Years of practice.

Mmm! Like father, like daughter.

You're a military brat?

Yeah.

Born in Manitoba, moved to Quebec when I was 2,

and then Ontario, BC, Alberta, Winnipeg,

then back to Quebec,

and then 5 years as an officer in logistics.

Wow!

I was a waitress in Halifax.

(Men talking in distance, indistinct)

Bunch of chicks.

They don't seem too thrilled to have us.

We're the first ones. They'll come around.

(Men laughing, chatting in distance)

Can I have the top bunk?

Sure.

Nice!

: All right, hurry up!

Come on, come on!

Go!

Shit.

Hey, wake up! Get dressed!

What's going on?

Sandra, what's going on?

Get dressed!

Come on, Susan, they're outside!

Susan, get dressed!

Shit!

Why didn't they tell us?

Why are they already outside?

Why didn't they tell us? It's 3:00 in the morning!

I don't know.

What do we need?

They're in full gear!

Webbing, rifle...

Helmet.

We need to go! We gotta go, we gotta go!

Come on, come on! Let's go. They're waiting!

Oh, shit!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Well, how nice of you to finally join us.

What was the problem?

Not enough time to do your hair?

Didn't hear the call, Warrant.

- Langford! - Sir!

On me.

What do you see, Langford?

Women, sir.

Wrong answer.

Now, I'll repeat the question.

What do you see?

Well, I see Officer Cadet Schneider,

Officer Cadet Lewinberg, Officer Cadet Thomas

and Officer Cadet Perron.

That's Captain Perron.

Now tell me, Langford,

why did these soldiers not hear the call?

I mean, we passed the word around the barracks, sir.

You passed the word around.

OK. Is this broken fucking telephone? Huh?

No, I thought--

Are you too fucking lazy,

too fucking stupid or too fucking crippled?

No, sir!

See, that was not a yes or no question.

Do I need to find another platoon senior, Langford?

Don't fucking look at me.

No, sir!

All right!

Hands on the bars. Drop your kit and weapons.

Let's go.

Yes, sir!

Move it!

Move! Move!

Move!

This is what happens when you do not follow orders!

Everyone pays!

Now, we may have some special trainees this year,

but this is still our nation's infantry.

At least a dozen of you pussies

will give up and go home after this phase.

If you think that might be you,

do it now and save yourself a world of hurt.

Volunteers!

No, Warrant!

Perron.

Yes, sir!

Now, is this everything you hoped it would be and more?

Yes, Captain!

Then don't fuck it up.

No, sir!

You smiling? Hey, Smith, are you smiling?

Better wipe that smile off your face.

Move it, move it, move it!

Let's go!

Keep up, girl scout.

Fuck off! My jacket's too big.

Fucking weekend warrior.

You got that right.

What was Captain Perron up to before the infantry?

Logistics.

Close as I could get to the field. You?

Football. Screwed up my back.

By the time it healed, I lost my spot.

Not good enough for football, but just fine for the infantry.

- Mm-hmm. - Look at him.

He's made for this.

Except he farts in the tent.

Don't know why your wife hasn't divorced you yet.

True love, my friend.

What would you know about it, hmm?

Markers, move your lazy asses. Let's go!

You know Captain Pritchett?

He was my parachute instructor in cadets.

Why would anyone want to jump out of a perfectly good plane?

It's useful when you want to become a paratrooper.

Heard crazy shit about him.

Keep up the pace, motherfuckers,

or I'll give you something to whine about.

He's a psycho?

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Let's go, let's go!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

This is the infantry! This is what you wanted!

Faster!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go! Come on!

On your feet!

That's it.

Enjoying the view?

Go on, Sanchez! Get 'em all fucking back!

- Oh! - Ball!

You idiot. You're out!

Minus two, down to 28.

Who's next?

Let's go, let's go!

Down to 23!

Not even a fucking platoon.

Next up, go, up!

Push! Push! Come on! Come on, guys!

Sergeant Monroe. Please have a seat.

I'll stand if you don't mind.

It was a long flight.

It says here you put in for your release.

Soldiers usually leave without a formal exit interview

by the military police.

Indeed, Captain.

Aren't you the first woman to lead an infantry platoon?

Yes, Sergeant.

Can we just skip to the part

where you explain what I'm doing here?

Please sit.

People, politicians and the public

are asking us a lot of questions right now.

That boy that died in Somalia while on our base

has upset a lot of folks.

You may have heard there's an inquiry on TV every day.

Yes, there was a lot of talk on tour.

But I was in Croatia, not Somalia.

What's your point?