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Lights, lights, lights!

-Get up! -What you waiting on?

-Get up! -Let's go! Hurry it up!

-Get up! Let's go! -Let's go!

Hey, get this.

Ashford came back from medical.

-Said a kid died last night. -Bullshit.

Seriously. One of the male recruits.

How?

Heard the kid went Full Metal Jacket. Shot himself in front of everyone.

Where'd he get the bullet?

Snuck it off the range. Under his tongue.

Or up his butt.

I heard it happened while they were watching a movie.

No way.

Nobody watches movies at boot camp.

What platoon?

2032.

Happened while they were on the range.

Did you say 2032?

That's my old platoon. Where my brother is.

Wonder if it was him.

If your brother was dead, they would've told you by now.

All right, you beached whales! You've made it this far!

If you wanna cycle back into a training platoon,

pay me my 54 sit-ups!

Move!

Whoever the poor bastard was… at least he found a way out of here.

Marine Corps!

How did this happen?

A young man, married, with his whole life ahead of him,

entrusted to us, didn't even make it to the fleet.

And now he's gone.

So walk me through it.

How the hell did you manage to IT a recruit to death, Sergeant?

You and the platoon enjoying blockbuster night?

General, Recruit Ochoa shot range high and was rewarded a phone call home.

Upon completing his call,

he exited the duty hut to rejoin the platoon.

And that is when he flipped my popcorn and

told me to "fuck off," sir.

I responded with incentivized training,

and when Recruit Ochoa pushed himself too hard,

I ordered him to stop multiple times. Sir.

Why was Sergeant Howitt on duty two nights in a row,

in direct contradiction with proper duty rotation?

General, I excused Staff Sergeant McKinnon for the birth of his child,

and Sergeant Sullivan was answering questions for NCIS.

Is there some other way this platoon could be more of a clusterfuck, Captain?

General, Sergeant Howitt has been a model Marine

here and at his previous command,

including being named "NCO of the Quarter."

That… and the coroner's pending medical review

are the only reasons you're not in the brig, Sergeant.

Until further notice, you're suspended from the drill field.

Aye, sir.

Dismissed.

Losing a brother is not normal for recruits,

but it is inevitable for Marines.

You will learn this lesson here

or in combat.

You will put this in your pack.

You will carry it, and you will move on.

Now is the fight after the fight.

You will keep going.

You will not hesitate. You will not look back.

You will do it for the brother to your left and right.

If you cannot,

you put his life in danger… and your own.

The chaplain will be made available.

Anyone need to see the chaplain?

Nobody needs a little extra Jesus in his life?

Tomorrow, you start "mess and maintenance" week,

performing support duties on base.

You will be in service of my Marine Corps.

You will shovel shit. You will shovel chow.

You will go where you are needed.

You will do it with speed, volume, intensity.

You will lock your shit up and do your duty.

Do you understand?

Sir, yes, sir!

Let us pray.

God, country, Corps, kill!

Recover!

Move!

Carry on.

What do you think we should…

-Waste not, want not-- -Back the fuck up.

No one touches this.

Scribe.

Break the platoon down into three working parties.

Also, Ochoa's unused hygiene goods, you disperse amongst the platoon.

The rest of his gear, you collect.

That's it. Leave.

Si--

Spit it out, Cope.

Sir.

This recruit is wondering if the platoon's gonna do anything

for Ochoa.

Close my hatch.

Sit.

First person you ever saw die?

Yes, sir.

Having a hard time keeping focused?

Replaying things he said and did?

Things you said and did?

Yes, sir.

We've all got something to carry, Cope.

Can't carry ghosts.

That shit's too heavy.

You trust me on that.

You are not responsible for someone else's weakness.

You are responsible for your own, and that's what you came here to kill.

You have to bury your old self, become your best self.

Out.

Ah, f--

That all you got, Maitra?

-Break your chokehold all day long. -Why don't you choke on my nuts?

You coming out tonight?

Can't.

I got plans.

Motherfucker!

Never tell me shit.

Who is she?

♪ If tell you ♪

♪ If I tell you now ♪

♪ Will you keep on ♪

♪ Will you keep on loving me? ♪

♪ If I tell you ♪

♪ If I tell you how I feel ♪

♪ Will you keep Bringing out the best in me? ♪

♪ The sweetest taboo… ♪

What you doing, Creepy?

♪ The sweetest taboo… ♪

I'm on fire watch.

You're relieved.

♪ There's a quiet storm… ♪

Now come here.

♪ …like this before ♪

♪ There's a quiet storm that is you ♪

♪ There's a quiet storm And it never felt this hot before ♪

♪ Giving me something that's taboo ♪

♪ Sometimes I think You're just too good for me ♪

♪ You give me the sweetest taboo ♪

♪ That's why I ♪

Lights, lights, lights!

Get your lazy asses up on the line right now!

-Wake the fuck up! -Get up!

I don't care if you're having a dirty dream

or you fucking pissed the bed.

One, two, three!

Pull!

Pull it!

Oorah!

There you go, recruit!

Goddamn, we got a gardener here with us.

You did good at the range.

Not bad for Tiny Tim.

I'm sorry I said that.

The stuff about Sullivan

and the dumpster, that was messed up.

Keep going.

Sharpshooter though.

Let's go! Make Daddy proud.

I saw the rifle range board.

They took Ochoa's name down, moved you into first place.

That's what you wanted, right?

-To be number one? -Yeah, but not like that.

And it's not that I want to be.

I have to be.

Pressure just builds up, you know?

That's what happened at the pool.

I know.

What you don't know is that's why I failed out of the Air Force Academy.

Let's go!

You said you left the Air Force 'cause of your eyesight.

I had one of my attacks when I was out there.

Couldn't pull myself back in time.

They said I wasn't fit.

Afraid I would freak out in the cockpit or something.

That's the whole truth.

I know it's fucked up, but--

But nothing. Howitt would've never fucked with those big-ass double-wide white boys

the way he did with Ochoa, and that shit ain't going unchecked.

You think I'm not pissed about this?

Oh, I don't know. You haven't said shit about it either way.

I'm not trying to stir stuff up when I don't know all the facts.

Gonna preach about facts?

Don't act like you didn't hear the racist shit coming out of Howitt's mouth.

Work quickly, recruits!

We gotta lock it up 'cause our brothers' lives depend on it.

Tell that to the brother who already died.

Man, I'm saying… be smart.

You looking out for other people now?

I'm a grown-ass man, motherfucker.

I don't need to dial it down. You need to step it the fuck up.

If he said that to me, I would've fucked him up.

You saw Ochoa. Flipped Howitt's popcorn.

The hell was that?

I don't know. Maybe he's got that, uh, like, split personality thing.

-Like Two-Face. -It's the saltpeter.

The what?

Saltpeter. Stuff they put in our food to keep our dicks from getting hard.

-Screws with your brain. -Bullshit.

Yeah. Bullshit.

Think about it. When's the last time you woke up with wood?

Fuck that. This morning.

Get the fuck out of here.

I can get hard right now.

Watch me. Right now.

Get back to work.

Were you ever gonna tell me about the Air Force?

Probably.

Eventually.

Okay, I'm not saying lying to you was right,

but I trusted you with my secret.

Why couldn't you trust me with yours?

I don't know.

Parade rest!

Listen up, recruits.

Medical report confirms that Ochoa died from a preexisting heart condition

he did not disclose to the Corps.

Drill Instructor Sergeant Howitt will be rejoining us.

Lock that shit up!

Everyone on their faces, now!

Drill Instructor Howitt is one of us, understood?

Sir, yes, sir!

His lawful orders will be obeyed, understood?

Sir, yes, sir!

-Begin! -One, two, three!

One! One, two, three! Two!

One, two, three! Three!

One, two, three!

Yeah, so I'm down to 238 pounds.

If I pass the next PFT, I get to go back to regular training.

Me too. Releasing me from Crip.

That's great, man.

Yeah, from purgatory to hell.

You know, O'Shea says that I might be able to go back to my old platoon,

which is what I thought I wanted, but I kept imagining

what it would be like to, like, look Cody in the eye.

Or to shiv him in the neck.

Maybe I should just let it all go.

Personally, going back to somebody who's been an asshole to me

and making them see how much better I am without them

is basically the reason to go on living.

Yeah, but what about just being free of it all, you know?

I'm just… I'm done crying over a brother that I lost a long time ago.

I don't need his apologies, and I don't need his approval.

I'm just gonna rise above it, and I'm gonna be the bigger person.

The next time that I see Cody, I'm gonna look at him and say,

"Cody, I wish you well."

"Everything that happened in between us is water under the bridge. I'm done."

John?

Holy shit.

Fuck you, Cody!

Bowman! Move your fat ass!

Move! Move!

The fuck, dude?

What?

Why is everybody being a little bitch today?

Saltpeter in the food.

Now we gotta deal with Howitt coming back for more.

We're just gonna let him kill somebody else?

My dad once waited ten years to get back at this dude for robbing my mama.

Caught his ass slipping one day, beat him with a baseball bat.

Pendejo got what was coming to him, and so will Howitt.

Howitt didn't kill Ochoa.

They're putting shit in our chow.

Heart defect, saltpeter, case closed.

Yeah? I'm about to reopen it.

-Guys. -Bro, I'm just stating facts.

Come on.

We all saw what happened. It's science, dude.

I got this.

You were saying?

What?

The night before Ochoa died,

I found him in the head.

He was in pain.

He begged me not to tell anyone because he wanted to shoot,

but what if all this happened because I didn't say anything?

Cam.

How could you have known? There's no way. It's not on you.

What the fuck? Get off your ass!

What if it is though?

I mean, he was my bunkie. I barely said two words to him.

I was afraid everyone was gonna come after me the way they went after him.

Then Sullivan says you can't be responsible

for someone else's weakness, only your own. So then why?

Why do I feel responsible?

What if it's my weakness that's the problem?

What if that's why I couldn't help Ochoa? What if--

Should've been a fistful of shit, you tulip! Back to fucking work!

Oh.

Hey, guys.

Chill out. Lock it up.

You fuckin' lock it up!

Bring it, motherfucker! Let me have it! Come on!

♪ Here we go! ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ No one ♪

♪ Gonna ♪

♪ Stop, now go! ♪

Take this, fuckers!

-Whoo! -Hey, Santos! Santos, no!

No! Dick, no! No!

♪ Conversation ♪

♪ The world is loaded ♪

♪ It's lit to pop And nobody is gonna stop… ♪

♪ No… ♪

Hey, break it up!

Hey, come on!

That's enough!

Hey! No!

Come on!

♪ No way ♪

Enough!

"A time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war

and a time for peace."

And so, Lord, we carry these words with us today and every day.

In Jesus' name, we pray.

Amen.

Say, "Amen!"

-Amen! -Amen.

PT showers, and then we drill

until you can no longer stand.

Fall out!

-Cope. -Sir!

Get Ochoa's gear back to CIF.

Aye, sir.

I wasn't trying to preach at you back there.

You're right.

All this shit is fucked up.

But if I'm honest…

all I could think about

is the look on Ochoa's face when he heard what I wrote in my book.

Howitt's an asshole.

Fact.

Shit, I could blame him.

But I'm more pissed at myself.

♪ Oh, I should have seen it coming ♪

♪ Guess I could have stayed awake ♪

♪ Always some damn fool mistake ♪

♪ Keeps me falling in this place ♪

♪ Change is sometimes for the better ♪

♪ If a man can keep his head ♪

♪ Well, at least that's what I've read ♪

♪ Can't believe all that is said ♪

♪ Oh, you angel of mercy ♪

♪ Won't you have me as a friend? ♪

Sir!

♪ …nothing but the end inside… ♪

Can this recruit ask a favor?

♪ Take me high above the canyons ♪

♪ Through the midnight blues and grays ♪

You've been avoiding me.

Trying not to think so much.

-It's sad. -Then be sad.

It is sad. You are sad, so just be sad.

I… I can't, okay?

Not here.

Why? Because that would be weak?

Wouldn't want that.

After all, "you're only responsible for your own weakness."

Quoting Sullivan now?

Spreading his wisdom?

He had a good point.

Huh. And, uh, all his talk about burying your old self,

is that a good point too?

Cope!

You on a Sunday stroll?

What did I tell you about ghosts?

Some lessons you gotta learn the hard way.

Move it.

Aye, sir.

Semper fi, motherfucker.

No. Don't touch it.

-Let me see yours. -Mine feels great.

-Shut up. Let me fucking see. -Don't fucking touch it.

-You're a tough guy. -Don't…

This is stupid.

We're Marines.

We got tattoos.

We needed something to

commemorate our service.

To life

after the Corps.

You know, like you said a few weeks ago.

I know what I said.

And I know what you said.

Told me to fuck off with all my talk about getting out.

-Doesn't sound like me. -I'm serious, Bobby.

I'm not talking about getting out tomorrow. I'm just…

I'm just saying I've been thinking.

Just takes me a little longer 'cause I'm not an officer.

That's not fair.

I know what this is.

It's once a week in a shitty motel room until we go our separate ways.

And then maybe… maybe

I'll see you somewhere else in the fleet, and that'll be fine.

You know, for an intelligence officer,

you're pretty slow on the uptake.

What do I have to do?

Get a tattoo that says

"I love you"?

My Marine Corps was founded in a bar.

If you're old enough to go to war,

you're old enough to have some kickin' chicken.

-Ain't no way he's serious. -You think we should?

All a bunch of pussies.

Fuck it.

Hold up.

For Ochoa.

We lost our secret weapon

and didn't know it.

Ochoa's bunkie gets first shot.

That's okay.

Put some hair on your chest.

Oorah.

Oorah!

-Ochoa. -To you, Ochoa.

Oh yeah.

Are you sure we can't fix you a plate?

No. No, thank you, Portia.

I'm sorry to just drop by.

Well, we're glad to have you.

Well, I'm going to give her big brother a bath.

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

How you holding up?

I just keep thinking about Ochoa's parents.

Twelve years in the Corps.

Never lost one of my guys.

♪ …and shattered… ♪

I lost two Marines in the fleet.

♪ That's how I feel… ♪

Doesn't get easier.

They stay with you.

♪ In my heart today ♪

Are those the Montford Point Marines?

Mm-hmm.

Trailblazers.

My granddad was a stretcher bearer at Iwo Jima.

Oh shit.

My family's been in the Corps since they let Black people in.

He saw the elephant for sure.

Combat.

-Oh. -Civil War expression.

Must have slept through that class.

How'd it go with the general?

Oh, you know. He's gonna fit me with a pair of cement boots,

throw me to the bottom of the Pentagon.

Mm.

I'm a good swimmer.

First woman to lead a male company on Parris Island.

Only took 215 years and a congressional mandate.

Really thought I had a shot this time.

To make a change.

It'll come.

Maybe with her.

Maybe.

Howitt was on duty two nights in a row

because of some investigation I still don't know about.

You picked Sullivan, put him in my charge.

I'm flying blind here.

They're investigating whether or not Sullivan is gay.

A recruit is dead

because the brass's biggest concern is who's putting what where?

The man's got a Silver Star.

Yeah, let's hope that's enough to save him.

What are they saying out there? That it's my fault?

Semper fi, brother.

Semper fi.

Come on, come on.

Hey. For the kisses we've snatched and the snatches we've kissed.

-Woo! -You drinking that?

Asked if we could keep this.

Wasn't sure what to do with it, but…

Can I have it?

Yeah.

Whoa!

He should have been in our packs, Cope.

Hey, y'all.

Hey, y'all. Guys.

What does this guy want?

I just wanna say I'm sorry

for all the dumb shit I wrote in my book.

Diary.

-Shut up. -Diary!

I'd be proud to fight beside every single one of you.

-Most of you. -Amen, brother.

All right. We love you, Nash.

Damn it.

Guys, that's the last of it.

Lucky for you, I got a little concoction I've been fermenting.

What's in it?

Patented formula. Cough syrup, rubbing alcohol, and secrets.

A little something I call "Jesus Juice."

Nope, I'm good.

Tastes like licorice.

-How much of that has he had? -As much as he needs.

Okay, I think… Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on.

Anybody else?

Come on.

Can I say something?

And it's not just because of the Jesus Juice.

-Okay, yeah. Sure. -No, I'm serious.

I just… I just wanna let you know that I meant what I said.

That I needed you here too.

I did.

I do.

You're the best friend I ever had.

I should've told you the truth, and…

instead, I, um…

I did what my dad told me to.

Why…

why am I even here?

I mean, why are you?

-Okay, hold on. Ray. -Oh my God.

-God, you're in this shit because of me. -No.

Oh fuck. Oh shit. I'm so sorry, Cam.

-I'm so fucking sorry. -Ray, stop.

Listen to me. Listen.

Sullivan's right.

You're not responsible for me.

You don't have to be sorry. I'm not sorry.

You know, we're here, and we're changing.

And it hurts, but it's good.

Because we're killing our old selves so we can be our best selves.

♪ We are the champions, my friends ♪

♪ Buh-buh-buh ♪

♪ And we'll keep on fighting Till the end ♪

♪ Buh-buh-buh ♪

♪ We are the champions ♪

♪ We are the champions ♪

♪ No time for losers ♪

♪ 'Cause we are the champions ♪

♪ We are the champions, my friends ♪

Come on. Sing it, Maitra.

You on the rag?

♪ …fighting till the end ♪

Look, I heard some scuttlebutt.

I was out with some of the boys last night, and your name came up.

You been working out with that major? What's his name? Wilkinson?

Once or twice.

-Shouldn't be hanging out with that guy. -Why? 'Cause he's an officer?

No, 'cause he's a faggot.

You hang out with a dude like Wilkinson…

…they could get the wrong idea.

What's all this?

Called in a favor.

Got some strings pulled.

What, you're leaving?

You were right about that Wilkinson guy.

Came on to me.

You believe that shit?

Fucking faggot officer.

Not sticking around for that.

Gotta know when to move on.

Where you going?

Home.

♪ Two, three, and four ♪

-♪ Marine Corps! ♪ -♪ Army, Navy was not for me! ♪

-♪ Marine Corps! ♪ -♪ Air Force was just too easy! ♪

-♪ Marine Corps! ♪ -♪ I'll be a Marine till the day I die! ♪

♪ Marine Corps! ♪

♪ Motivated and semper fi! ♪

♪ Marine Corps! ♪

♪ One, two, three, and four! ♪

♪ Marine Corps! ♪

♪ One, two, three, and four! ♪

-♪ Marine Corps! ♪ -♪ Army, Navy is not for me! ♪

♪ Marine Corps! ♪

♪ Air Force is just too easy! ♪

♪ Marine Corps! ♪

♪ I'll be a Marine Till the day I die! ♪

-♪ Marine Corps! ♪ -♪ Motivated and semper fi! ♪

-♪ Marine Corps! ♪ -♪ One, two, three, and four! ♪

-♪ Marine Corps! ♪ -♪ One, two, three, and four! ♪

You must be Cope.

Looks like we're bunkies.

♪ I've been watching you, boy ♪

♪ The way you move Is doing something to me ♪

♪ That sexy body of yours, baby ♪

♪ I dream about it every day of the week ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This ain't the first time I've seen you ♪

♪ I've been wanting you For quite some time ♪

♪ But tonight ♪

♪ Is the night ♪

♪ That I'm gonna make you mine, baby ♪

♪ You've got me luv dancin' ♪

♪ You've got, you've got You've got me luv dancin' ♪

♪ You've got me luv dancin' ♪

♪ You've got me You've got me luv dancin' ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Oh, ooh ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

-♪ Oh ♪ -♪ Oh ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Ooh, don't even try to escape it ♪