All language subtitles for vip_s04e11_saving_private_irons

I think you do have to do that in the
office. I'm trying to shave my leg. I'm

going to cut one off.

Sorry, I was just chilling with an old
friend.

Kidney? They're going here.

Sure they're here.

My old service weapon.

Oh.

Man, I don't mean to get weepy, but we
had some good time.

Hey, what's with that old museum piece?

It's brushing out. My old drill
instructor stopped him by.

What are you going to do, shoot him?

No, Val, I love the guy.

Although Sergeant Lennox is a real hump
buster.

Think he's going to put you through the
paces, huh?

Come on, let's make it ugly.

One time I went to the Beverly Center
and I ran into my old brownie master,

she totally was ragging on me because I
didn't get that knitting badge, and so

next thing you know I'm in wool and
things.

Val, don't sweat it. Lennox said he was
stopping by for a favor, and I'm

guessing it doesn't have anything to do
with yarn.

What kind of favor?

Well, I don't know, because I can't
imagine him needing anything.

He is the toughest FOB on the planet.

How many

detail

this is, Guardian Linux?

Private Markham?

You copy.

Linux to base.

M04's door is unsecure.

This is not, I repeat, this is not on my
drill list.

Copy that, Sergeant.

M04's not part of the drill.

Got any more guns?

Looks like we've had a break -in. Get
those MPs up here right away on the

double. Copy, Sergeant. MPs on the way.
Over.

Somebody's helped himself to a mess of
C4.

Get those MPs up here right away.

The beautiful and lethal Valerie Irons.

Flux from obscurity to head an elite Los
Angeles bodyguard agency.

They know how to get things done.

Eventually.

Yoo -hoo, people!

It's payday!

Thank you very much.

Uh, I got it.

Carly Relic needs me and Johnny to help
with some police thing.

Chandra! What's up, baby?

Hi, Click.

Oh, my bad. We were supposed to hook up
Saturday, weren't we?

Forget it.

Oh, come on, now. Come on, now. How
could I forget you?

It's a little fine chocolate selfie.
Huh? Looking all good.

I mean, our last date was some kind of
special baby for real, right? Huh? Huh?

Huh? Like that?

Um, look, we just was on a case. You
know what I'm saying? A big case.

Uh, and, um, you know, things happen.

Sure. I know how it is.

Yeah? Mm -hmm. All right. Cool.

Oh, here's your mail.

on postal.

Serve them right for being for town
dark. Excuse me?

Just because I have a way with the
ladies is no reason... More like a

Slick. Boinking the mailman.

That is out of control.

What are you laughing at? You're just as
bad.

Are you talking about me?

I don't chase after women. Please. I
hope Relic knows that you two can't keep

your whistles dry long enough to even do
his thing.

Okay, you care to put your paycheck on
that?

I'd love to, baby.

Hold on.

I definitely want in on this. All right,
ladies.

You're on.

Till this case is over.

No dates for either one of us.

This is easy money, girl. We got this,
baby. Give me some.

We'll show you.

Looking fit, Franco.

Staying in shape?

Yes, sir.

Good to see you, sir.

You think you can lose the sir?

I'm not your D .I. anymore.

Sorry, sir.

Hard help to break.

But we've had trouble at the base.

I assume you're not talking about the
latrine backing up.

No.

Communications picked up a coded
transmission coming in in a camp.

We weren't able to track the source.

And someone broke into our ammo.

Stole some explosives.

Sounds like an inside job.

Cam Gower is hosting a upper echelon
politico. Who's the big one?

The Braves haven't told us.

Now he's code -named Eagle.

Must be a heavy hitter.

Marines will be ready for him.

Can't compromise this mission.

I need someone to infiltrate the squad,
weed out any bad seeds, and grind them

to a pulp.

We can put the team undercover.

Quick's got military experience, and...
He's not what I'm looking for.

The two of you.

And hopefully Miss Simmons can join us.

And of course, Valerie Irons.

You ever heard?

A new squad?

It's called email.

If you

have not gone to the

infirmary to donate blood in the last
two months, the base commander strongly

recommends you do so.

Brown is so not my color.

Well, wet in disguise, accessorized. You
know what? It's a good thing I brought

my camouflage goggles with me. I think I
can pull this whole thing together and

make it work.

Well, the idea's to blend in.

Oh, easy for you to say, Miss Military
Police Lawyer. You're just at home

orders. And Kay over here, well, going
undercover as a military secretary.

Big stretch.

And Nikki over here, Miss Soldier, not
on her sword duty.

Sergeant's idea.

She said the way to catch a bad seed is
to be even badder. Get them to come out

and play.

I can't wait for the U .S. military to
get a hold of you.

The great Val Iron.

Waking up at dawn, running 20 miles with
a 40 -pound pack on, choking back army

beams.

Don't worry, Val.

I think you'll do just fine.

So, you having lunch?

No.

No?

What'd you like? Try the fried clams.

I think there's one seat left in the
back bar.

I mean, he's right about the clams.

You know, you try and then you let me
know if you like it.

Good thing I got here just in time
before you blew up paychecks.

Quick, I handed her the control.

Uh -huh.

Yeah.

But not that we have any reason to
assume she would have gone for it.

Hey, guys.

Thanks for helping out.

You're welcome, Relic. So what's up?

Department's working a sting on Nina
Karakajian, the movie producer.

She's big time. I heard her next flick's
costing 100 mil.

Yeah, that might be why she's financing
it, moving illegal gems to customs.

I'm supposed to fence them for her, but
she's not going to buy my cover unless I

have some guys in the payroll.

That's where you two come in.

So you want us to act as a hired muscle?

Close. Hired delivery boys.

I need you to meal package.

I got your flowers, quick.

Of course I forgive you.

Come on, let's go.

You guys, um, you two, uh, going on a
date?

Come on, a date? No, please.

What?

You asked me to lunch.

Actually, baby, I asked if you were free
for lunch.

Meaning sometime, you know, when
schedule's allowed.

Allow me.

Yes.

I needed that.

Tonight's movie is Loose and Locked In.

Steve Guttenberg stars in this romantic
comedy between a dog and a dolphin.

You call yourselves Marines?

You sorry -ass pack of losers?

Let me tell you how it's going to be.

You will make me proud on this
operation.

I am going to whip you little ladies
into shape.

You can call home to your mamas.

You can cry in your pajamas.

But I'm going to make each and every one
of you a sweat -blood Marine.

I'll break you trying.

You got a problem with that, you better
speak up now.

a little party out of the sun because I
freckle. I got a better idea.

Drop me in the twin air.

21. Push up.

Give me a break, sir. She just got here.

Well, well, well.

Private Frank Joe, huh?

The latest punt from Camp Patterson.

I heard you couldn't hack it there.

Wrong. They couldn't hack me.

It's up his nails, huh?

We'll see how tough you really are. I'm
rough. I'm tough. I'm woman enough. I

can fake it. I can bake it. If I don't
know the recipe, I'll fake it.

You think

you can handle it?

No problem, sir.

Don't eyeball me.

Go.

Move your feet. Get your knees up. Come
on, you little piece of rat. Drop and

move. Get those feet going.

You're an awful lot in my car. Get out
of here.

I've seen maggots of more scale than
you. You're too old. You're too fat.

You are a loser.

Come on, you maggot. I've seen better
bodies on a maggot. You know that? You

know that?

as tough as you thought, huh?

Drop and give me a hundred.

Are you freaking nuts, sir?

Make it 200.

And then grab your toothbrush and hit
the head.

The tiles need scrubbing.

Do it.

A new broad?

He's got balls.

We could use someone like her when it
all goes down.

Hey, how's it going?

I'm Dexter. Just transferred in from
Patterson.

Tough crowd, eh?

That's because you're not wanted here.

Top brass seem to think otherwise.

We can handle Operation Yellow Dog on
our own.

We don't need any outside help.

Abe!

Whose work is this?

Me. Me.

Me. That's some fine shooting, Iris.

But, sir, she did it with her eyes
closed.

It's even more impressive.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yo, she hit the wrong target. She was
supposed to hit that one.

Oh, and you're the expert marksman here,
huh? Are you?

You call that shooting, Franco?

My blind Aunt Harriet could do better.

Sorry, sir.

Oh, you're sorry, all right.

You're the sorriest excuse for a Marine
I've ever seen.

You ain't got what it takes.

You're not core material.

Never will be.

You're riding me kind of hard, sir. Oh,
I am, am I?

Well, that's just too bad.

You're just another street punk, Franco.

Got a gun and don't even know...

You were right about our little Miss
Franco.

Time to pay a recruiting visit.

At 0900 -inch in the motor pool, Private
Irons will demonstrate accessory ideas

for the Marine Corps' new uniform.

Operation Yellow Dog.

I must confess, it's very strange for me
to actually have access to government

files and not have to hack into them.

That's a lovely story. Can I hear it
again?

The Eagle is Javier Morales?

That's the political they're protecting
in Operation Yellow Dog?

Morales. He's the one responsible for
the bombing of that Navy cruiser.

Killed a dozen Marines.

I thought the feds busted him in Mexico.

They did.

And now they want him to name co
-conspirators.

He's going to be kept under guard here
until they work out a deal. That

the heavy security.

Sure it does.

Lots of people want him dead.

Most of them are Marines.

I know. Listen, I'm dead!

You're a deep kimchi, Franco.

Be in my quarters, 0900, to discuss
disciplinary action.

I told you, it was an accident. Shut
your cake before I get you into even

trouble.

What the hell is this?

Uh, sir, my customized liquor bottle is
here. We'll buy a day trip, sir.

This whole military position thing has
totally got me into organizing my whole

life, as you can see.

A for aloe, ab roller, acidophilus, and
B for beats like a bingo. I have a

little bubble back there. Yes!

I get the picture.

Unconventional hands.

Listen up, people.

I received word that the eagle lands
tomorrow.

It means this company goes off full
alert.

So get your rest.

We're going to need it.

Especially you, Franco.

I need you to police the area.

There's a rake out front.

It's got your name on it.

As you were.

What? This is kind of fun. So you think
a little exercise, hang out in the fresh

air, sit in the bunk beds, kind of like
summer camp, except with live ammo.

Well, aren't you the good Marine?

I got no time for you, Barbie.

Bug off.

Oh, you're asking. That's right. That's
very good. Very good. Except I don't

appreciate the whole Barbie thing.

She's so plastic.

Thick.

Materialistic.

Well, well, well, if it isn't Camp
Gower's resident bad attitude.

Look, she's all by her lonesome.

Hey, I'm not looking for trouble.

Oh, but guess what?

You found it.

That's the bone, huh?

Is that what you think you are, huh?

Get her teeth. Take her out. You don't
know what bad is, Franco.

Maybe we ought to show you.

Welcome to Fox Brigade.

Fox Brigade.

Ooh, what do I get, a friendship ring or
something?

Much more than that.

You help us out, you get a piece of the
pie.

Yeah. We got something big in the works.

Like what?

You'll find out.

If you're in.

Okay, well, uh... Oh, yeah.

Hello.

Hey. Hello.

Hello.

Is this the casting session?

Listen, Nina can't cast in casting, and
she can't be bothered.

Did you tell her we're helping her
finance Nina's next picture?

Well, um... I couldn't help overhearing.
Are you guys producers?

Uh, well, you could say that, yes.

Yeah, yeah, right, right.

I mean, you know, low -budget kind of
stuff.

Oh, no, not for long. You've got a
blockbuster written all over you.

Buy me a drink, and I'll show you maybe
I'll... Uh... Okay, uh,

tell Nina that we'll call her later,
okay?

Uh, yeah, we'll stop by your house.
Thank you.

Nina, it's Acadian's office. I'm sorry,
ladies, I gotta go.

Bye.

Why are all the good producers gay?

Morales.

Marines protecting a Marine killer?

What are those brass heads thinking?

Maybe an all -female Marine unit's the
last place anybody would look for him.

Well, those are my orders. I'll do it.
But I won't like it. That bastard killed

12 good men.

Enter.

There must be other Marines on this post
that feel the same way.

Maybe this Fox Brigade is planning to
assassinate him.

So I'll pull the honor of the Corps?

T says we give a damn about the Marines.

Gotta be some other angle.

You want an angle?

Check this out.

Million dollar bounty on Morales' head.

That's it.

Teagues is going to whack him for it.

Morales is due this afternoon.

You better keep an eye on your bad seed,
Sergeant.

I'll be on him like white on rice.

Sit down, Morales.

Not bad.

General Morales, this way, please.

Oh, I wish I had you in my army.

Sergeant Lennox, I got your shooter. Is
it one of my people?

No, it's not from your unit.

Look out!

The shooter's name was Frank Cabrini. He
was a private on this base ten years

ago. No ties to your little bunkmate.

That mook was a Marine?

Yeah, it's not his first time in uniform
either.

After he left Camp Gower, he stuck up a
bank. Just got out of the state pen.

Didn't he learn anything being a Marine?

Left, right, left, right, left.

Left, right, left, right, left.

Left, right, left, right, left.

Anyway, looks like he was after the
bounty.

Yeah, like every jaboni with a dent in a
pistola.

Where's Morales?

They're holding him in the field house.
It used to be an armory. It's still

reinforced. If Teagues wants to get
after him, she's going to need a little

muscle than two badass girlfriends.

I don't understand.

If Teagues is such a baddie, how come
she saved your life? Nobody saved my

I had everything under control. Yeah,
Val.

Teagues pops Cabrini's and eliminates
competition.

Don't defend her, Private.

She left her rear totally exposed to
enemy fire. She could have been fragged,

Gunny.

Where is she getting this stuff?

It's having quite a bash.

Yeah.

Must be plenty of ladies up in there.

Probably just a bunch of actress types.

Supermodels. All right, all right, all
right, no problem.

We got this, huh? We got this.

We just delivered a package.

That's it.

Relic can come back and arrest her.
Exactly.

I mean,

so to speak.

Besides, no matter what's going on up in
there, it can't be as much temptation

as back in her office, right?

Look at you. What a surprise.

Oh, my God. Call the news?

Give her a hug.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. He's the
big guy. Sit back. Hang up. Wait, I'm

sorry. We don't want to get any barbecue
sauce on those.

Hottening bread.

Friend of yours, quick?

You're not taking one more step.

Don't do that.

I need to back that thing.

All right? Just back it up.

Oh, look, you and I totally bonded at an
all -new Coca -Cola party.

Coca -Cola, that's the Congress of
Clothing Optional Americans.

Come on in. Join the fun.

Uh, thanks, but listen, we're... We got
business, and we got a package.

Package to, uh, live at Nina. Oh, she
just ran out for more lotion.

But you can wait in the jacuzzi. It's
bubbling over.

With a lot.

Yes.

Okay.

Maybe we'll come back in the morning.

Come on.

She won't be here. Leaves tonight on the
red eye for you.

Okay, Paul.

We'll... We'll come in and wait.

Not until you lose those clothes.

House rule.

Private Irons wishes to remind all
Marines that her aerobics class 22

begins tomorrow at 0500.

Space is limited.

Thought you weren't much of a shooter.

Lennox inspired me.

See, what I do is picture his ugly mug
and...

Check this out.

Hmm. C4, Class D, deck cord.

So you knocked over a depot for her.

Think you can handle these fireworks?

I was sparking deck cord before I
learned a job.

What we blowing up?

Field house.

That's where they stole Morales.

I hear his scouts were some pretty heavy
cake.

Oh, much more than that.

So, can you get us in or not?

Give me the win.

Don't worry about that.

I'll be in touch.

Cool.

Starting to like her.

Don't get too attached.

After we take care of Morales, Private
Franco takes the fall.

You know, that really hot one.

I'm sorry, pardon me.

What are you looking at?

Nah, I didn't mean to.

Please, please.

Ah, 30.

Oh, God.

I see that you have made some new
friends.

Yeah, quick, I, um, I get to meet, um,
see, uh, Inga. Hi.

Brita, Karen, and Eva.

Oh, yeah.

You see, they, uh, play on a volleyball
team in Sweden.

I am mad at you guys.

Hey, girls.

Aren't these guys great?

Their English isn't so hot, but I'm sure
you want to hold that against them.

Hey, how about we all go down to the
beach and you guys can show us your

Karen here has a mean spike.

Hey, hey, listen.

Paul, what's the story with Nina?

Oh, yeah. Bad news, fella. She called.
She had to grab an earlier flight.

Wait, wait. She's not coming?

I'm sorry.

But don't go.

We're about to play Twitter.

Wait on him.

Run. Run. Come on.

Something I said?

Don't mouth off to me, Private.

Huh?

Chin -ups, now.

Get up there.

Move!

Eat that pole.

Eat it.

What's up?

The breeze in Morales tomorrow.

Come on, you heard her. Double time
front.

When? Not sure.

They're using the stolen explosives.

It's a person in the field house.

You want some of this too, Private?

No, Mom!

Put your room on this dance floor. No,
Mom!

Then move.

What are we waiting for, Sarge?

Let's bust them.

On what charges?

We've got no proof.

They told me they were going in after
Morales.

It's your word against theirs.

No way that's the way of the military
tribunal.

What if we catch them in the act?

Forget it.

It's too dangerous.

Not for me.

He's right, Nick. I don't care.

I'm sick of running around like a chimp
after these buttheads.

I'm in the Marines, and it's time I show
it.

Fine.

Then I want to be stationed at the field
house to watch your back.

No, we can't let them know they're being
watched.

No problem.

I'll station my troops off radar.

Hey,

the Foxes are gathering.

Go, go, move out, move out.

We're done.

She'll be here.

Guards.

All right. Franco, you take the
boomsticks.

Corbin and I will take out the MPs. The
lake stretch is mine. I got a score to

settle.

Hoo -yah.

It's your party.

Move out.

I didn't tell you that.

You'll not understand what is going on.
You're saving your ass, rat breath.

I think you're outgunned.

You thought wrong.

Now kiss the dirt. Hands locked behind
your head. Do it!

I don't think so, señorita. I like them
just the way they are.

Huh?

Now.

What took you?

Guess we had someone trying to throw a
monkey wrench in the aisle.

What the hell's going on?

I could ask the same thing.

Since you want to know, the bounty's
only a million.

Morales? He offered us two million to
help them escape.

Move. Move it.

Follow us and she dies.

Yeah, I guess I just figured I was dead
weight.

Well, it's better than being dead.

Maybe not.

Thought you said you could handle it,
Franco.

What happened?

Teasel's worked with Morales, sir. She
helped him escape.

And you let him go?

You screwed up big time, Franco.

Civilian life has made you soft. Now,
wait a second, Sarge.

Nikki Franco won't ever let you down,
okay? She has saved my butt at least a

hundred times, not to mention the
bazillion times she's had to save Tasha.

Excuse me? And you know why?

Because she is the few, the proud.

The Nicky.

Okay? She's core to the core.

And, uh, she let those buzzers get away.

She's gonna get him, right? She's gonna
catch him. Right, Nicky? Right.

Hmm. Hmm.

Any ideas how?

Hand over the controls, Private.

We're gonna commandeer the fake beater.

Sorry, ma 'am. Any proper authorization?

I told you, without proper papers...

Listen, fly boy.

These Marines have a job to do over
here, okay? So get your patooski out of

before I go green beret all up and down
your head. Now move it!

Yes, ma 'am.

You're really starting to scare me.

So, are you coming?

No. I can air take anything smaller than
a Learjet.

Camp Gower, please hold.

Hey, hey, wait, it's me.

Any records on the coded transmissions
being sent to camp?

Tasha, where are you?

What's with all that noise?

There's no time to explain.

Hmm, here you go.

Seems they always lobbed the signal
before the military could pinpoint the

source.

Okay, no more luck. I'm guessing there's
another transmission being broadcast

right now surface to air. I need you to
triangulate the source.

Our money sends to Morales' rendezvous
point, so hurry.

Figure out his rendezvous point. We can
meet him there.

Stand by. I'm tracking him right now.

Morales, we have your escape plan to the
second. We'll dump the military chopper

before they can pick us up.

The car's waiting at Rendezvous Charlie.
We'll drive you across the border from

there.

Excellent work, ladies.

I see my money was well spent.

Okay, got it. Adjust the course to 260
and pick up some airspeed. You just

beat him there.

This is suicide!

Better than going back to prison, eh?

Say that's a good card.

And three jumpers.

Those are our bad seeds, I'm sure of it.
I just leave Morales.

Good

work,

Dumbledore.

Corporal Nicky Franco, U .S. Marine
Corps.

And your frig meet.

Present arms!

Today, the U .S. Marine Corps would like
to recognize VIP and our very own

Corporal Nicky Franco for their heroic
service above and beyond the course of

duty.

Way to go, brother.

What's it like sharing a cool drink with
a hot mom?

Please. It's been so long, I can't
remember.

Guys, that was Nina Karake.

What? Why didn't you tell me, man? I
wouldn't... Forget it, man. She's

with the FBI.

Wait, then who have you been trying to
sting?

Apparently each other.

Peds thought our jam scam was the real
deal and tried to sting us.

Great. Sorry about that.

In that case, excuse me. Could you call
Ms. Beto, please?

I knew those dogs would crack.

I

don't

get it. I don't get it. We swear off
women and we're like chick maggots.

Now it seems like we're dials with chick
repellent.

You guys ever think maybe you're not her
type?

What are you talking about?

Oh, well, lighten up, guys. At least
you're not scrubbing tiles with a

toothbrush. Hey, that is very good for
self -discipline.

imagine you in your hands and knees in
the office.

I'm not talking about me.