Boots

This wheel spins, let me off

It's not for lack of trying

Can't put my finger on it

You can't help being hard up

Can't trust the god we trusted

Don't think that's any insurance

Could I be happy with something else?

I need something to fill my time

Kill.

One!

Two!

Three!

I'm telling you, he knows about me.

You're overreacting.

- How could he know? - Because you should have seen that look.

He could've killed me with his eyes.

Did you see the jump wings on his uniform?

That means that he's Recon. Covert ops.

If he wanted to kill you, you'd be dead.

You always know just what to say.

Nash! Slovacek!

McAffey! Bowman!

Step forward.

Not you.

You.

These are your squad leaders.

Take your problems to them. I don't wanna see your ugly faces.

If my squad leaders fail to perform,

they will be replaced.

Understand?

Sir, yes, sir!

Fall out!

I'm just saying, things could be different here.

- We could be helping each other. - I don't need your help.

I got you through biology and senior English.

It's not all pull-ups and flutter kicks here.

What happens when they quiz you on the Pacific Theater,

and you don't know Iwo Jima from Guadalcanal?

Yeah, for you, more like "waddle" canal.

In one-on-one combat, only you can save your life.

The pugil sticks exercise will simulate rifle and bayonet combat.

Red is the knife of your bayonet.

Red is dead!

That is what you came here to do.

You came here to kill.

Now take that bayonet and shove it through your partner's skull!

Now let me hear you say it!

"Kill! Kill! Blood makes the grass grow."

Kill! Kill! Blood makes the grass grow.

Blood makes grass grow?

I think maybe it's a slogan.

Cameron, "Earn money for college."

That's a slogan.

This is... It's PE with body bags. They're training you to murder.

Go for the head!

This ain't your mama's piñata.

Kill!

No. No, no. See? It... it's fine. It's a game.

We're having fun.

I mean, I guess if you take away the bloodlust,

it does feel a little like American Gladiators.

Oh my God. Remember Nitro?

- Ow! - Hey, put your helmet on.

Rodriguez. Things like that gonna get you killed.

Just mirror whatever I do, okay?

Okay.

Okay, keep your arms up a little higher.

- Harder. - That was harder.

Put some muscle into it.

All right.

Oorah!

- Strike first, strike fast. - Sir, yes, sir!

Now get in there!

So, where you seen action?

Were you in Nicaragua, or were you Far East?

Wherever my country needed me.

Classified, right. Mm.

I've been thinking about moving over into Recon myself.

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning, ma'am.

Gentlemen.

Fine day for a fight.

Yes, ma'am.

Carry on.

Tell you one thing you wouldn't have to put up with over in Recon.

Only company on Parris Island with a female CO.

Believe that shit?

Some asshole's always trying to change the Corps.

Why we got to be the guinea pigs?

Captain Fajardo can keep shit from rolling downhill.

That's all that matters.

I think it's pronounced Fa-hard-on.

- He ain't shit! - Get him!

Kill!

Doc!

Take him out.

Where do they take him?

Sick bay and then the CRIP platoon.

You don't wanna get stuck there. It's purgatory.

- Kill! - Try not to get injured.

Let's see some brotherly love! Move!

Wish me luck.

John.

- John. - What's wrong, Cody?

I'm scared.

Come on.

You want it, bitch?

Pick your stick up! That's right. Finish him off.

Kill!

Switch lines, quick.

- What? - That way, you can fight me.

If you stay in this one, you gotta fight Ivan Drago.

Taylor and Moore, let's go!

All right, get in there.

Hey, switch places with me?

Why? What do I get?

What do you want?

Someday, and that day may never come, I will ask you to do a service for me.

Yeah, sure. Okay.

I wanna see mouthpieces flying. You understand?

Get your ass in there, recruit!

What the hell are you waiting for?

What the fuck?

So, what's his story?

Anything I need to know? Most of his record's redacted.

Parts I read were good.

Last post was Guam. Why'd he leave early?

You ever drawn Guam as a duty station?

Guy's got three Commendations for Valor and a Silver Star.

- He's a fuckin' killer. - Mm-hmm.

Always the same with these Recon guys.

I think you're Marine enough for him, Staff Sergeant.

- Kill! - Get in there, limp bodies.

Come on!

- Kill! - Hold!

- Is that the best that you can do? - Sir, no, sir!

- Do you wanna stay squad leader? - Sir, yes, sir!

Then show me!

There will be no mercy!

There will be no weakness! Do you hear me?

Sir, yes, sir!

Kill!

- Kill! - That was a fucking love tap.

One of you is going home in a body bag! Which one is it gonna be?

Now open up that fucking chainsaw, and let it rage!

Yeah!

- Go on, kill him! - Do it! Do it!

- Kill him! - Sorry.

- Break his ass! - Let's go!

That's it!

Rah! Oorah!

Yeah!

- Move it, clown dicks! Let's go! - Hey, you okay?

What was that? You knocked me halfway to Mexico.

I didn't have a choice.

Hey, you saw. Sullivan was breathing down my neck.

McAffey, duty hut, now.

Let's go, Wilson! Damn smiley meal.

Friend smacked you pretty good.

Hit looked bad.

- Don't act like a bag of soup! - Oh, no, it's... it's fine.

Ray just... he always tries his hardest.

- You guys join together? - Yeah.

There's your first mistake.

Buddy system is a lie just to get you to sign up.

And once you're here, it's every man for himself.

Uh... no, Ray has my back.

Um... so, um...

What about you? Were you just born strong, fearless, and a master at pugil sticks?

No. I'm a reservist, man.

After this, it's back to Howard, you know?

Gotta get some form of service on that bio.

Right. College, yes.

Cool.

Um...

You, um... you got a girlfriend back there or...

Squad leaders! Get your ass in the duty hut, now!

Move!

Get on line, turd stains!

Turns out some of you dipshits got people who care about you!

What are you eye-fucking me for?

Sir, this recruit is expecting a letter from his wife, sir.

Why? So you can beat your little taquito to it?

Your wife, recruit, is currently getting drilled by your brother,

your cousin, and your dog in the back of a Ford Topaz!

Now on your face and push,

and quit looking me in the eye until I say stop!

Aye, sir!

Bowman!

Aw, that's sweet.

You can share your toys and wipe each other's asses.

This recruit joined first--

I don't give a fuck about some bitchin' brother bullshit.

As far as I'm concerned, you are one person.

From now on, you shit, shower, and shave together!

Double fucking cherries! Got that?

- Sir, yes, sir! - Sir, yes, sir!

Now, which one of you dipshits is John?

Sir, this recruit, sir!

Looks like Mama loves you best.