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- On my signal.
- Yes, sir.

My boys can stand a sand shower.

Can't yours?

Fire!

Get down!

Get up, Connors! Get up! Get up!
This ain't no beach party! On your feet.

Stiles, Stiles, machine gun nest!
Take it out!

Connors! Connors!

It's Hanson, Sarge.

What the hell are you waiting for?
Call for help!

Marine down. Marine down.
Requesting emergency medevac, asap.

This is Bravo Zulu. Anyone up this freq?

Marine down. Marine down.
Requesting emergency medevac, asap.

This is an actual.
I repeat, this is not an exercise!

This is not an exercise!

Stop that, Tyler.

So, is he gonna be a vegetable?

Please wake up, baby.

I was so afraid
when Terrence joined the Marines.

Thought they were gonna send him off
to Bosnia somewhere

where he might get hurt.

I never thought it would happen here.

Tyler, why don't you take your mother
to the lounge for a cup of coffee?

I need to speak with these officers.

No need. I have to go to work.
But I'll be back as soon as I get off.

You have my work number
if Terrence should wake.

I'll call you at the first sign.

I just never thought he'd get hurt here.

Never!

What you looking at?

Dr Cohen to radiology.
Dr Cohen to radiology.

Hi.

PFC Hanson suffered his concussion

in a simulated artillery explosion
during a landing exercise yesterday.

He's been in a coma ever since.

But he didn't get these
from an explosion.

The investigating officer reported

that PFC Hanson
was sleeping off a drunk on the beach

and that he got the bruises
in a bar fight.

There was no alcohol in his blood,
or drugs.

He could still have been
bruised in a brawl.

Not a brawl.

A beating.

I believe somebody beat him
and left him on the beach.

Which is why I requested
a JAG investigation.

You don't trust the Charlie Company
investigator, Lieutenant Teese?

Lieutenant Teese answers

to his company commander,
Captain Overton.

Lieutenant, you're implying
the investigation was a cover-up.

All I know is in the six months
that I have been here,

I have treated injured Marines
from Charlie Company

twice as often as
any others on this base.

Especially African-American Marines.

Now you're implying the assault,
if there was one, was racist.

Numbers don't lie.

Well, Lieutenant, if what you say is true,
you've done the right thing, calling us in.

Thank you.

I just hope you're wrong.

So do I, Lieutenant.

What do you think?

She's cute. Smart, too.

Probably went to med school
on the Navy bill

and now she's working
to pay them back.

Can't wait to get out
and establish her own practice.

No ring, she's single.

Unlikely she's even in a relationship.

She has no use for military types

and she's working too many hours
to socialise off the base.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Nicely done, Sherlock.

But I was referring to her accusation

that Charlie Company's Commander
is a racist.

It'd be damn hard to achieve

the rank of Captain in the Corps
if you were a racist.

But not impossible.

No, but it would take
more than a young doctor's opinion

before I accuse a Marine Corps Captain
of being a racist.

If she was white
would you feel differently?

No.

PFC Hanson could have
gotten those bruises in a fight,

in an accident or in a racial assault.

And we'll never know for sure
until he wakes up.

What if he doesn't wake up?

I told you Duke's Bluff
couldn't be taken by a frontal assault.

It could have if your men didn't stop
to build sandcastles.

- Oh, that is such...
- Excuse me, sir.

Lieutenant Rabb
and Lieutenant JG Austin. JAG.

- Captain Overton.
- Captain Lee.

This is Captain Overton.

Is something wrong?

No. No.

Can we speak to you alone, Cap?

If it won't take long.
I have an assault to plan.

Lieutenants.

Scuttlebutt has it you're investigating
PFC Hanson's accident.

Scuttlebutt is correct. As usual.

I had one of my officers investigate.

PFC Hanson was sleeping off a drunk
on the beach

and unfortunately got caught
in a simulated explosion.

He had no alcohol in his blood, sir.

By the time he had blood taken,
it was probably out of his system.

And the bruises on his body?

Lieutenant Teese believes
they're a result of a bar brawl.

Lieutenant Teese had nothing
in his report to substantiate that.

Teese!

He just left for the motor pool, sir.

- Get him back. Now.
- Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Sanford
is behind this, isn't she?

An injured Marine
is behind this, Captain.

Did you have problems
with Lieutenant Sanford, sir?

Yes, I've had problems with the doctor.

She doesn't seem to understand
that we train warriors here

and sometimes they get hurt.

She seems to think
Marines in your company

get injured more than others.

They do.

I train them harder than anyone else.

The more they sweat in training,
the less they bleed in war.

You sent for me, sir?

What made you believe PFC Hanson
was involved in a bar brawl?

It happened before, sir.

After liberty last weekend,
he came back beat to hell.

- Did he say he was in a fight?
- He didn't give any explanation, sir.

Did you learn it from his buddies?

PFC Hanson doesn't associate
with other Charlie Company Marines.

- Who does he associate with?
- I have no idea, sir.

The minute he's off duty on Friday,
he leaves.

And he doesn't return
until Monday morning muster.

So you assumed
he was in a fight while on liberty.

And based on that assumption

you assumed his current bruises
were the result of a fight.

Yes, sir.

Do two assumptions
make a fact, Lieutenant?

- Not necessarily, sir.
- I'd like to see Hanson's service record.

I asked for it, Lieutenant,
not the Captain!

Yes, sir!

Not a very thorough investigation,
Captain.

Apparently not.

- But, believe me, I'll rectify that.
- No, sir. We will.

Hanson's file, sir.

Here's your file, sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

PFC Hanson's been with us
a little over a month, sir.

But even in that short time it was clear
he wasn't a Charlie Company Marine.

He just didn't wanna
get with the programme.

How do you get Marines like Hanson
with your programme, Lieutenant?

Work them twice as hard, sir.

And if they don't comply
with Charlie Company standards?

- We get them there, sir.
- By calling a Code Red?

That's strictly in the movies, Lieutenant.

There's no such thing
as a Code Red in the Corps.

What about blanket parties?

Not in Charlie Company, sir.

- We'll return this when we're through.
- Yes, sir.

Why didn't you bring up
what Lieutenant Sanford said

about the African-American Marines
to Captain Overton?

- Come on, Meg. The man is black.
- That doesn't mean he's not a racist.

No, but it's highly unlikely,
and I'm not about to accuse a Captain,

especially a black Captain,
of racism without solid evidence.

What's in Hanson's service record?

He was honour man in his platoon
at recruit training.

First in his class in combat training.

Doesn't jibe with what Lieutenant Teese
said he's been like here.

Lieutenant Teese and Captain Overton
are covering.

Covering what?

I mean, if he's as squared away here
as he was in training

they'd be happy to have him.

Anything else in there?

Let's see.

On graduation,
he requested assignment

to the 3rd Marine Division on Okinawa

or the 2nd at Camp LeJeune,
North Carolina.

So he requested a foreign assignment
or the East Coast.

Is he from back East?

No, LA.

Hey, Harm, get this.

Since arriving at Charlie Company
he's requested a transfer twice.

Neither of which
Captain Overton approved.

Teese said he wasn't
a Charlie Company Marine.

If that's so, why would Captain Overton
not approve his request for a transfer?

Because it's not Overton's style.

He'd rather throw a blanket party
to square him away.

Only they didn't count on
Hanson getting caught in an explosion.

What, they dump him on the beach

where they know
he'll be in the middle of a landing?

That's a little crazy even for Marines.

Nothing's too crazy for Marines.

Ever fly one of those, Lieutenant?

Hell of a close support aircraft.

We've landed them in...

I'm not here to chit-chat about the
tactical abilities of the Harrier, Mister.

What I wanna know right now

is why your men
ambushed us on the beach.

They weren't there to ambush you.

- They were on a mission.
- To harass us.

Why would they do that?

To keep us from finding information
pertinent to our investigation.

That doesn't make sense.

That beach was shredded
by an amphibious landing.

Everything on it
was pounded into the sand

and washed away by the tide.

Just like Charlie Company
wanted PFC Hanson to be?

If you have evidence
of any Marine under my command

that intentionally tried
to hurt PFC Hanson, lay it out!

But don't accuse my men
of something you can't back, Lieutenant!

Why did you deny
Hanson's request for a transfer?

I don't like quitters.

PFC Hanson was
an outstanding Marine in boot.

An outstanding Marine
in infantry training.

Why was he substandard
in Charlie Company?

Training commands are not line units.

I'm sure there are pilots
who get their wings

but can't hack it in the fleet.

Captain, you are way out of line!
If you knew why...

As you were, Lieutenant Austin.

I don't know what happened
on the beach that night, Captain.

But now, more than ever,
I'm certain you do.

And when I uncover
what it is you're hiding

your career in the Corps
will be over, Captain.

- Back to barracks, Private.
- Yes, sir.

Harm, you had every right.

I shouldn't have done it. I lost my cool.

So you're human.

Somebody in Charlie Company
threw a blanket party on that beach

and Overton's trying to hide it.

What if he didn't know?

That Captain knows everything
that goes on in his command.

He was surprised that Lieutenant Teese
didn't have evidence to back his report.

What if those guys on the beach
weren't there to grab us?

He didn't apologise, and he didn't offer
to help us look around.

He was right. The landing
pounded everything in the sand.

Harm, he didn't want us there.

Maybe.

You can bounce a coin off that rack.

Hanson never made it
back to his quarters after the weekend.

At least that jibes with what
Lieutenant Teese said about him.

- Where did you learn to do that?
- Law school.

Looks like he has a girlfriend.

"Pinky's photos.

"Crenshaw Boulevard. LA."

Think she's who he's been
spending his weekends with?

- Lf it is, why did he put in for a transfer?
- To get out of Charlie Company.

Before coming to Charlie Company

he applied for duty
everywhere but the West Coast.

Maybe it's not Charlie Company
he's trying to get away from.

Maybe he joined the Marine Corps
to get away from her.

Meg, look at this.

Their hands,
those are gang signs they're flashing.

Looks like hook 'em horns.

"Hook 'em horns?"

Longhorns, University of Texas.
You know, hook 'em horns.

You know what that means in Italy?
You've been cuckold.

Oh, my God!

Well, that explains it.

What?

When I was at Texas,
I dated this Italian pilot

who was on an exchange programme
at Lackland.

- You dated a pilot?
- Once.

I took him to a Texas-Oklahoma game

and every time we cheered,
he got hysterical.

I just thought he was weird.

If you knew why,
would you have dated him again?

Maybe.

'Cause you know, if you date one pilot...

So, how are we going to find out
if these are gang signs?

We'll send a copy to the LAPD.
They'd know.

Or better yet,
you talk to Hanson's mother.

You know, the Marine Corps
would never have accepted him

if they knew he was in a gang.

If Overton knew,
it would explain the blanket party.

He'd do anything to get rid of him.

All he'd have to do is turn him in
as a gang member.

Maybe that's not as much fun
as breaking him.

No. It doesn't feel right.

You know, Hanson's mother
should be back in the hospital by now.

Why don't you cover her
and I'll handle the blanket party angle.

Will do, sir.

Harm?

That had better be hook 'em horns.

That's Nia.
She was Terrence's girlfriend.

Was?

You know teenagers.
They fall in and out of love every week.

- What about the other boy?
- I don't know.

Terrence had a lot of friends.

Gang friends?

Terrence wasn't in a gang.
He was too smart for that.

- What about Tyler?
- Tyler's just a baby.

I ain't no baby.

No, you're not.

That's why I was just asking
your mother if you were in a gang.

I ain't in a gang.

You tagged your brother's cast
with gang graffiti.

Man, that ain't gang graffiti.
That's just doodling.

Besides, it don't mean nothing.

I suppose these signs they're flashing
don't mean nothing either?

Yeah, that's right.
They was just goofing.

- Who was?
- I don't know.

I never saw them before.

Your mother just told me
that Nia's your brother's girl.

Yeah, that's probably right.

He had a lot of girls.

Was he coming home
on his weekend liberties?

Of course he was.
He liked my peach cobbler.

And was he beaten
one of those weekends?

Nobody beats on my brother, all right?
They wouldn't dare.

Why not? Because he's in a gang?

Why don't you go swab a deck
or something?

Tyler, you don't talk like that,
young man!

- Where are you going?
- To get a soda.

Hey, Tyler.

Guess what Dennis Rodman
did this week?

He dyed his hair green.

Just like that boy in the movies.
What was that actor's name?

- You used to love him in Quantum Leap.
- Dean Stockwell.

If he were here now,

I'd have him call Ziggy
and get me the truth.

I didn't know Hanson had gone Elvis
until after first formation, sir.

I reported his absence
to Lieutenant Teese.

That's the last I thought about it.
Till we found him at the beach.

Has the Captain ever asked you

to push certain Marines
harder than others?

Sometimes I have to focus
on individual Marines

to help them realise their full potential.

Like throwing a blanket party?

Never, sir!

Come on, Sergeant.
We both know they happen.

I've heard rumours
some companies use them

to help lost Marines find their way.

But not Charlie Company, sir.

According to Lieutenant Teese,
Private Hanson had lost his way.

Hanson didn't seem to wanna be here.

But no blanket party?

No, sir.

Spit it out, Sergeant.

Charlie Company is the best
combat unit in the world.

Sometimes we have to focus
on an individual Marine

to help him realise his full potential.

Like PFC Hanson?

He was below
Charlie Company standards, sir.

But he wasn't the only one.

- Who were the others?
- Carter, Stiles, Morgan.

How many of them were black?

- Sir?
- It's a simple question, Sergeant Moon.

How many of the other Marines
were black?

All of them.

If I found out Hanson was in a gang,
you can bet Captain Overton did.

He had his men throw a blanket party
to punish him.

It got out of hand,
and now he's covering.

I don't think there was a blanket party.

Overton's hard on his men,
especially the blacks

but not because he's racist or sadistic.

I think he wants them
to be better than the rest.

- Then who beat up Hanson?
- Overton knows.

He didn't want us on the beach

because he's afraid
we'll find something.

But what?

If I knew that, I'd be at the Officer's Club
right now buying you a beer.

Come on, boy! Dig, dig, dig!

You like to take that radio off, Private?

- No, sir!
- Right answer!

If you keep that up,
you'll make PFC in a year or two!

- Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!
- What is your problem, Stiles?

- You tired?
- Yes, sir!

Private Connors?

Sir! Yes, sir!

Private Stiles has offered
to tow your radio while he digs!

- Yes, sir!
- Right, Private?

Yes, sir!

What's this exercise, Captain?

The men are clearing
the beach of mines.

Half of them would be dead
the way they're going about it.

The mines are dummies, Lieutenant.

- Uncovered any?
- Not yet.

Captain!

Is this what you're looking for, sir?

Open it, Corporal.

Damn. It's crack.

Pretty lethal dummies
you bury here, Captain.

- Right away, let's go.
- Yes, sir.

Crack cocaine?

It's crank.

Crystal meth.
Highly addictive. Just as deadly.

There's maybe $100,000,
$150,000 in here.

Pretty sawy when it comes to drugs.

Know your enemy.

Learn that in the Corps, Captain,
or on the street?

We pulled your record.
You're from Compton.

That's gang territory.

Des Moines, lowa,
has gang turf, Lieutenant.

Is everybody from Des Moines
a gangbanger?

Or just blacks?

- I am not a racist, sir.
- You think like one.

And you, sir, act like one!
Singling out black Marines.

Setting impossible goals.
Punishing them if they don't attain them.

Lieutenant, when I look at my men,
the only colour I see is Marine green.

If that were true, PFC Hanson
could've come to you with his problem.

What? How to push drugs on the base?

I think his problem was
he didn't wanna sell drugs.

If Charlie Company
didn't throw him a blanket party

maybe his old gang did.

No.

No! If that were true,
he could have come to me.

If he was white.

But blacks in your command
know they can show no weakness.

Make no mistakes. Have no problems.

I just hope you're harder on them
as a motivation to succeed as you did.

It could be you're just angry
at the colour of your skin.

Dr Johnson. 6263.

Dr Johnson. 6263.

PFC Hanson.

Son, we have to talk.

We can't do that with you asleep.

We're hitting the beach at 0500.

Taking Duke's Bluff
with a frontal assault.

Since he couldn't do it,

Captain Lee doesn't think
it can be done.

But he didn't have
Charlie Company behind him.

Damn it, Hanson! Wake up!

I'm talking to you, boy!

You keep playing sleeping beauty

and I'm gonna stick a hand grenade
in your bedpan!

- What're you doing?
- I'm running out of patience, Hanson!

Stop it!

You have 10 seconds
to open your sorry eyes

- or I'll close them for you permanently!
- Call the MPs!

- What is your problem, Lieutenant?
- You are, Captain!

- You're endangering this kid's life!
- He isn't a kid! He's a Marine!

I'm talking to you, Marine!

Private, ten-hut!

Sir.

I've never seen anything like it.

Captain Overton ordered him awake.
And PFC Hanson woke up.

Change your opinion
of the Captain's methods, Doctor?

No. But I can't deny
what he's accomplished.

- How are you feeling, Marine?
- I'm fine, ma'am.

Now that I have some of
my mom's peach cobbler in me.

Lieutenant Rabb
and Lieutenant JG Austin

would like to speak with you.

- They're from JAG.
- What's JAG?

The Judge Advocate General Corps,
ma'am.

You didn't say a judge sent you.

It's not that kind of a judge,
Mrs Hanson.

It wasn't his fault.

Mom, why don't you go home
and get some sleep.

He joined the Marines
so he could get away from them.

- Mom.
- The gangs?

- They won't let him go.
- Mom, please.

It'll be okay, Mrs Hanson.

Lieutenant Sanford called us
to protect your son, not to hurt him.

That's the truth, Mrs Hanson.

He's a good boy, sir.

He just got in with some bad company.
But the Marines straightened him out.

Please, don't do anything
to change that.

Yes, ma'am.

I just explained everything
to Captain Overton, sir.

He said he'd handle it.

I'm sure he will,
but we'd like to hear what you told him.

Before I joined the Corps,
I was a Reaper.

Getting messed up. Gangbanging.

- Headed for the mission.
- The mission?

The LA morgue's
on Mission Road, ma'am.

One day, Stick gets this flashbulb.

He says he wants a reaper
to join the proud.

- The Marines.
- Yes, ma'am.

He wants one of us inside
to push crank.

But no one wants to do it

because you got to go clean
for three months to pass the drug test.

So we shoot craps for it.

- I lost.
- Lucky you.

At the time I didn't think so, sir,
but it sure was.

Boot changed me.

I learnt that honour, discipline
and respect weren't just hokey words.

The Corps gave me a chance
to make something of my life.

That's why you put in
for duty stationed anywhere but here?

Yes, sir. But here I got.

Unfortunately,
that's usually the way it goes.

Why didn't you just stay away
from the Reapers?

It's kind of hard
to duck them in the hood, sir.

I wanted to see my mom and Tyler.

And Nia.

She was my girl.

But she's Stick's now.

So Stick met you on the beach
with a tackle box full of crank

and when you refused to push it,
he had you beaten?

Yes, sir.

Why didn't you go to Captain Overton?

Because I was afraid
he'd boot me out of the Corps.

But I was wrong.

He said not coming to him
was a mistake.

His mistake.

And that he'd make things right.

- Captain Overton said that?
- Yes, ma'am.

He promised
he'd get my brother out for me.

Stick's gonna put him in the mission
if I don't push that crank.

He said he'd be back
in a couple of hours, sir!

We're hitting the beach
in a couple of hours.

If Colonel Brooks learns of this,
he'll have Overton's railroad tracks!

Or give him a medal!

- When did he leave?
- About an hour ago, sir.

- What's going on, JAG?
- You don't wanna know, sir.

The hell I don't.

- Did Captain Overton take the crank?
- No, sir. It's still in the company safe.

Drugs? You're right.
I don't wanna know.

- Do you have a vehicle, Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.

The keys.

Yo, I set the brother straight.

I dropped him down at the beach
with the crank.

You understand what I'm saying?

How was I supposed to know

that the proud
was going to blow holes in him?

They didn't blow holes in him, Stick.

- He only got a concussion.
- Shut up, Tee.

Hey, get me a 40.

Don't sweat it, Papa Gee.

As soon as the proud
finish playing in the sandbox

we'll go back and get it.

You got a problem, Tee?

- Yo, what up?
- Nothing now, Chili.

Look at this.

- What the hell is this?
- Be cool! Nobody gets hurt!

- I want Tyler.
- Don't let him take me, Stick!

Who is this Rambo, Tee?

- My brother sent him.
- Payback?

No! He just wants Tyler
out of the Reapers.

Can't do that.
Tyler's down with the set, Rambo.

Somebody bust a cap up in this clown.

Stick! Man, you might hit me! Don't!

Could be, Tee.

You lose something?

Take him.

Hanson said it would be down this alley.

It looks like our Marine has landed.

Look familiar?

Stay cool there, man.

- He's a Marine Captain.
- Terrence sent in the Marines?

That's an act of war.

- He just wants his brother.
- I told you! He can't have him, Rambo!

What do you think
we ought to do to him, Chili?

I say we just knock him out the box.

Shake him up, Chili.

Good idea.

Let Tee do it.

What's the matter, Tee?
You getting kind of sweet?

No, man!

Then whack him hard
'cause he's hard-headed.

The only thing that'd explain him

being stupid enough
to come up in here alone.

He's not alone!

Look at this!

Rambo two!

Make that three.

Man, this is whack.

We're not even safe in our own crib.

Get away from him.

Move it.

Meg, check on the Captain.

Are you okay?

I've been better.

Damn! My boys are bad!

Toss it here, top gun.

You can't bang all of us.

I'm only aiming at you.

Chili,

if he puts a cap in me,

I want you to bang him and the proud

but don't mess up the snowflake.

You might wanna melt her down slow.

Your move,

sucker!

So what's it gonna be, top gun?

Are we gonna be sharing
a crib down at the mission

or are you dropping the Beretta?

- Neither.
- Neither?

Chili, smells like a deal.

- What you got to offer?
- The crank we found on the beach.

- Keep talking.
- We swap.

The crank for Tyler
and Captain Overton.

No! No! No way, sucker!

- Shut up, Tee.
- Yo, Stick!

- I said shut up!
- Man!

- You got it all here?
- A tackle box full.

- Fetch it on home.
- We'll swap on the beach.

Do I look like a fool?

I'm not going into the proud's territory
and get our asses kicked to the kerb.

You call me when you got
the crank in the hood.

555-4222.

Deal?

Deal.

- Let's go, Meg.
- No, no.

Snowflake stays here.

She comes with me. It's non-negotiable.

Damn, top gun.

I think you mean it.

There's only one way to find out.

Let her go.

He needs medical attention.

Ghost, snowflake,
before I change my mind.

Go. I'll be okay.

I'll take care of him.

Two hours, top gun.

And after that...

Pop, pop, pop!

Stick'll never make the swap, sir.

Once he has the crank,
he'll send you to mission.

I'm calling a dungaree liberty,
taking Charlie Company in after him.

Lieutenant Teese!

They'll pop the captain and be ghost
before you reach 38 and Crenshaw.

- Be ghost?
- Disappear.

Teese!

Where will Stick make the swap?

He has two or three places
that he likes to meet, sir.

Green Acres Park,
the parking lot behind Ray's Ribs

and the old furniture warehouse
down on Budlong.

- What's your best guess?
- The warehouse.

It's isolated and impossible to reach
without being noticed.

And gunfire there
won't bring anyone, sir.

I'm gonna need volunteers, Lieutenant.
Experts in concealment.

You can start with me, sir.

You don't qualify, Lieutenant.

Play the game. Come on.

You're a fool, Captain.

Walking in here like Rambo to get Tee.

Can't argue about that.

- Why did you do it?
- I owed his brother.

How is Terrence?

Better.

Stick shouldn't have done that, man.

Nia, give me some time alone
with Tyler.

- That's it, that's it.
- Hey, yo, Tee! Come here!

- What for?
- 'Cause I said so. Come here.

What?

Baby-sit this fool.

All this action's
giving me an itch for my man.

- You fired that thing yet?
- What you think, chump?

What? You don't believe me?

That piece of crap
will blow your hand off if you pop it.

The barrel's full of dirt.

That's smart.
Look down the barrel of a loaded pistol.

Unload it first!

Why don't you
quit telling me what to do?

Why not? Everybody else does.

- You want some of this?
- Go ahead. Bang away.

- They'll be calling you lefty.
- Shut up!

Sucker!

There used to be a gang in this hood
called the High Ten Gangsters.

Now, they were bad.

Yeah, well, they couldn't have been
that bad. They ain't around.

It's 'cause all of them went to mission.

All except me.

- You lived in the hood?
- 7800 Figueroa.

I would've been dead by now
if my brother hadn't got me out.

Yeah, well, how'd he do that?

Got popped in a drive-by.

Seeing him dead put me straight.

Yeah, but you ain't straight, man!

You're just in a different gang,
just like Terrence.

Yeah, maybe.
But it's kept us outside the chalk circle.

Could keep you out, too.

- What, you want me to join the proud?
- You're too young.

But an old Gunnery Sergeant of mine

he runs a camp for boys like you
outside of San Diego.

There's no gangbanging there.
There's just discipline and hard work.

You get with the programme

it's fun.

Forget it. You couldn't hack it.

- I'm down with the set, ain't I?
- Any chump can join a gang.

It takes a man to walk away from one.

Get up, proud. It's showtime.

Come on, Tee.

Top gun and snowflake have arrived.

There it is.

Hang a right and park by the dumpster.

That's the third lookout
we've seen in a block.

You can bet
there's a few more we missed, too.

Stick, they're alone.

You're a man of your word, top gun.

How about you?

My word's my bond.

Check the box, Tee.

Looks like we're gonna get you back
in time to take Duke's Bluff, Captain.

I don't know if I'm up for that,
Lieutenant.

You have to be.

Only you can order
Charlie Company to attack.

- It's all here, Stick.
- Fetch it on home.

I'll bring it
when Captain Overton starts back to us.

My hood. My rules.

Move it, proud.

Come on, Tee.

When Tee gets back, blow him away.

You're not going back with them, Tee.

- Who's going to stop me, sucker?
- Me.

Cue ball! Ice! Kill them!

What are you waiting for?

I said blow them away!

Meet a few brothers
from the proud, Stick.

We just kicked your ass to the kerb
on your own turf.

- I could have popped you, sucker.
- But you didn't.

And it's Captain Overton or sir.

Better get used to
where I'm sending you.

I'm not going to j?

Not if you think you're man enough
to handle Gunny's camp.

"Be all that you can be."

That's the Army slogan, lefty!

- Now you make sure you write Mama.
- Okay.

And I'll talk her into sending you
a peach cobbler in the mail.

- All right?
- All right.

- You be cool.
- Always.

- I'm sorry, man.
- It's okay. Come here.

I love you, man.

What the hell is this, Love Connection?

- Are you Tyler Hanson?
- Call me Tee.

I will call you a lot of names, grunt,
but it will not be Tee.

Now you get
your scrawny butt on that bus there

before I kick it on!

You'd better do it, Tyler.

- Are you deaf and dumb?
- No!

- No what?
- No, sir!

Then move it!

Does she know
what that means in Europe?

I believe so, Captain.
She dated an Italian pilot once.

Thank you, sir.

- You saved my brother's life.
- Thank me if he survives.

Gunny Kane makes me
look like a pussycat.

I doubt that, sir.

Sir, ma'am, thank you.

Let us know
when you make Lance Corporal.

Will do, ma'am.

Well, he may not have been
one of the few good men

when he enlisted,
but he certainly is now.

No, he's not.

But he will be by the time
I get through with him.