All language subtitles for JAG S01E10 Boot

I don't care if you were dreaming of
Prince Charming. It is 0500 and all

got is me.

140 pounds, a ticked -off drill
instructor looking to kick some prissy

want those racks tight and this area
squared away.

Do you understand me?

Yes, yes, yes!

Ready, move!

What is the problem with Private
Whitley?

Sergeant Gonzalez, are you taking
personal time this morning, Private

Make up your mind, Private. Which one is
it? Ma 'am, which one what, ma 'am? Is

it yes, ma 'am, or no, ma 'am, Private
Whitley? What is your answer?

Ma 'am, could you repeat the question,
ma 'am? The question is, do you realize

that this is Paris Island, not Hilton
Head?

Private Whitley, you have exactly 30
seconds to make that rack so tight I can

bounce a quarter off it, or I will
bounce your head off the side of this

bulkhead. Do you understand me, or do I
need to translate this into... Idiot! Ma

'am, no, ma 'am! Move it!

Private Johnson!

Something amusing you! Ma 'am, no, ma
'am! Then I suggest you wipe that smile

from your pathetic excuse for a face, or
I will do it for you.

Ma 'am, yes, ma 'am. As you were.

What a surprise.

Sergeant.

Shuler's missing.

Does anyone know where Private Shuler
is?

Ma 'am!

Private Johnson, over here.

Ma 'am, Private Johnson reporting to the
drill instructor as ordered, ma 'am.

Check the head.

Yes, ma 'am.

I will have Private Shuler fielding that
head until it's shining so bright I can

see my smiling face.

Ma 'am, Private Shuler is not in the
head, ma 'am. Carry on.

Does anyone know what the penalty for
going AWOL is? Private Whitley.

Ma 'am, yes, ma 'am. Going AWOL is a
court -martial offense, ma 'am. Get out

here.

When I find Shuler, a court -martial is
the last thing she's going to have to

worry about.

That sergeant.

Sure.

My God.

State Department's not happy with your
handling of the CAG court march.

They don't understand how the defending
counsel wound up parachuting into

Bosnia. The Bosnia rescue was an
integral part of our defense.

That's what I told them, that
occasionally circumstances dictate that

act beyond the courtroom.

Well put, sir. Then State wanted to look
at your cases for the last few months

and wanted to know if staging jailbreaks
in Iraq, flying missions in F -14s, and

recovering stolen nuclear weapons
qualify as occasionally.

Well, they say the Navy's not just a
job, it's an adventure.

I told them that if they didn't tell me
how to run JAG, I wouldn't tell them how

to run state.

Really, sir?

I couldn't believe I said it either,
Lieutenant.

Bill, a routine assignment wouldn't be
such a bad idea for you, Commander.

Three days ago, a female recruit,
halfway through boot camp, was found

dead from a rappelling tower.

Accidental death, sir? That's what the
provost, Marshall, and Parris Island

concluded. Then the recruit's parents
received an anonymous letter saying she

was murdered.

Any idea who sent it, sir? Probably one
of the recruits.

The letter also stated that one of their
drill instructors was missing that

night. It could be from a disgruntled
recruit who wanted to exploit the death,

get the D .I. fees up. There have been
reports of female drill instructors

pushing too hard.

Meg, complaints from recruits who
couldn't hack Buddha are as old as the

itself. Commander, you leave for Parris
Island on Friday.

What about me, sir?

You'll be approaching the investigation
from...

A different angle, Lieutenant.

About 20 % of women recruits can't cut
it.

Shula knew she'd be dropped if she
couldn't pass the repelling tower, so

snuck out to practice on her own in the
middle of the night.

Which DIs were on duty that night?

One of the drill instructors was on
emergency leave, so there were only two.

Senior drill instructor, Staff Sergeant
Carrington, and Sergeant Gonzalo.

How well do you know them?

All this is in my report, Commander.

Your personal impressions aren't major.

Staff Sergeant Carrington is married to
the Corps. He's 15 years in. She's tough

but fair. Goes by the book. Sergeant
Gonzalez?

She's different, but just as solid.

She had two tours as a DI. She's applied
for the enlisted commissioning program.

She's smart, dedicated.

She'll probably get selected.

Anything unusual about either of them?

Trouble in the past? Official
counseling?

Reprimand filed?

No, Commander.

Didn't the DIs corroborate each other's
whereabouts that night?

They were asleep in the duty hut at the
end of the squad bay.

Since when are the DIs suspects?

I didn't say they were, Major.

Don't let me be blunt, Commander Rapp.

I know your reputation. You're a heavy
hitter.

If Jags sent you down here, then they
must believe there's more to this than I

concluded in my report.

I can assure you, Major, nothing could
be further from the truth.

Pick them up and put them down!

Pick them up and put them down!

Parasite is my hometown!

My man's out there, ain't no swamp gonna
stop me.

then now you're going to have a free
pass at my expense.

Ma 'am, no, ma 'am! Do you know what
would happen, Private McIntyre, if I

to beat you within an inch of your life
right here? Ma 'am, no, ma 'am! Nothing!

You would be a blip on the radar screen.

But I am not going to do that, Private
McIntyre.

What I am going to do is make this
entire platoon run an additional two

If I can't keep you quiet...

Lose their footing, smack into the tower
face first, but never anyone actually

hanging themselves.

No.

Commander, I have a staff meeting at 15
minutes.

On repel!

Major Clyde.

between these lines.

What's your point? Well, if you have a
hard time getting your hand in, how did

Private Shuler get her head in?

You know, Shuler could have gotten a
line strangled around her neck before

jumped off.

Kind of hard to do accidentally.

What if it wasn't an accident?

What if she did it on purpose?

Kind of a bizarre way to commit suicide.

Last year, we had a recruit try to kill
himself by running into a brick wall

over and over again.

Why didn't you include the possibility
of suicide in your report, Major?

For the family's sake, Commander.

Besides, I don't think it was suicide.

Neither do you.

No, sir, I don't.

I think it was murder.

This is Sergeant Gonzales.

Eddie, sir.

You were on duty tonight. Private Shuler
died?

Yes, sir.

Sergeant Carrington and I were in the
duty hut sleeping, sir.

Which is why you didn't hear Private
Shuler leave the squad bay.

Yes, sir.

None of the recruits on fire watch that
night saw her leave either.

The squad bay is dark at night, sir. You
can't see from one end to the other.

But if Shuler were quiet, she could have
slipped out the back hatch.

Yes, sir. Where were you standing when
you first saw the body?

This way, sir.

Right here, sir.

I alerted Sergeant Carrington.

What did she do?

Nothing, sir. She just said, Schuller.

That tower's too far to see who it was.

Well, Schuller was missing, sir, so we
just assumed it was her.

What did you and Sergeant Carrington do
after that? We ran out and got her down,

sir. But isn't it proper procedure to
call the provost marshal first?

Well, there was a chance she wasn't
dead, sir.

But she was.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

You have something to add, Sergeant?

Sir, given the circumstances, I think it
was natural for Sergeant Carrington to

assume it was Schuller, sir.

I agree.

As you were, Sergeant.

Obviously, you don't.

No, no, no, I do.

I just wonder why she felt she had to
make a point of it.

I can't believe I hear somebody's voice
in this town hall. I know nobody's

talking.

Maybe if we're not running the Arctic
airing soon.

No problem.

Queen was wrong.

What do you mean?

Falls Church.

I had a cousin from there.

Do you know Sally Woodley? Uh, no.

So, uh, where are you from?

Philadelphia.

That's what we're doing from there.

How'd you end up on a medical example?

Pneumonia. Put me in the hospital for a
month, and I guess I didn't do that.

Did you lose a flat lock?

Carrington, Denzel. It can't be that
bad.

Carrington is.

Do you have it in for the private
oversight?

You heard about your daughter? Yeah, I
heard it was an accident.

Mm -hmm.

You think it was something else?

Just run!

Next time you screw up, you and I are
going to have a little night visit.

Leave her alone.

You want some of me?

That's what I thought.

You straight?

Uh -huh. Are you?

What was that?

Nothing.

She's from South Philly, in case you
couldn't tell.

This is pathetic!

I've seen more present pieces of human
race floating in my toilet bowl this

morning! Not one of you has shown me you
have one tenth of what it takes to be a

Marine! Move it, move it, move it! Keep
those butts down!

You know better than me what's right for
my recruits. Ma 'am, no, ma 'am. You

think that I have somehow stopped paying
attention.

Ma 'am, no, ma 'am. That is fortunate
because a Marine should always be alert.

will demonstrate why.

If I were not paying attention, I might
not notice that one of my recruits was

now slopping around like a pig.

You're going to get your nails done and
get a massage and pick up your stripes.

Well, there is a problem with that.

so you will pick up where she left off.

Fielding the head.

Ma 'am, yes, ma 'am.

Go, guys!

Let's go, hurry up, hurry up!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Move, move!

At ease, Staff Sergeant.

How would you characterize Private
Schiller's performance, Staff Sergeant

Carrington? Port unacceptable, sir.

But you hadn't dropped her yet.

I give the recruits every opportunity to
prove they can be Marines.

To me and themselves.

In your opinion, Schiller was not Marine
Corps caliber.

No, sir.

Not in my opinion.

Then you consider it your job to prove
that.

It's my job to weed out the recruits who
don't have it and make the rest

Marines.

I saw your work on the obstacle course.

You don't go easy on them. If the Corps
accepts less from women, that's what the

Corps will get.

Well, what the Corps has now is a
recruit on the way back to her parents

box. No recruit is allowed or encouraged
to work out on their own.

It was a stupid mistake, not one that
any other recruit will repeat.

You don't sound too broken up about it.
We can't allow ourselves to get

emotionally attached to the private,
sir.

Or you couldn't break them down.

We break them down to build them back
up.

As Marines, sir.

You understand these are necessary
questions.

Yes, sir.

Must be hard to know exactly how hard to
push, what the limit is.

Hardest part of the job, sir.

Like walking a tightrope. Yes, sir.

What does a D .I. do when, by accident,
someone falls off the tightrope?

It's unlikely, sir. There are safeguards
in place. But accidents do happen,

don't they, Staff Sergeant?

Yes, sir.

So if a recruit... were to die under
these circumstances, you agree the DI

should come forward and make it clear
that the death was an accident?

Yes, sir.

Because if she came forward too late,
the charge would be murder.

And there would be nothing I could do to
help.

Understood, Staff Sergeant?

Understood, sir.

So tell me, Staff Sergeant, can I help
you?

Yes, sir.

You can let me get back to my platoon,
sir.

Very well, Staff Sergeant.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

After I gave you orders not to, you
slapped the sand flea, didn't you?

Yes, sir. You killed that sand flea,
didn't you?

Yes, sir. You murdered it, didn't you?

Yes, sir. You murdered that poor little
old sand flea after I told you to let it

eat all it wanted to, didn't you?

Yes, sir. And if we'd been in combat
yesterday, you'd have given away the

platoon. We'd all be dead just because
of you, wouldn't we?

Yes, sir. I love this part.

I'm sorry. Sorry?

A dead Marine is never sorry, Owens. A
dead Marine is just dead.

You people have been training all day
and you think...

Better go back up with this part.

Clean it up.

In your dreams, blondie.

Bitch.

Knock it off!

Reverend McIntyre, get down and clean
this mess up.

You just lost yours for the rest of the
week.

Ma 'am. Yes, ma 'am.

You're dead, bitch.

You think the eyes were especially hard
on Private Shuler?

No, sir.

First time I saw Shuler, I knew she
didn't belong here.

She was dragging the whole platoon down.

Anything else you'd like to add,
Private?

Sir, Shula said she gave up college to
come here.

Bad idea, sir.

Thank you, Private.

That'll be all.

Dismissed. Aye, aye, sir.

Close the hatch behind you, Private.

I'm fine.

I can see that.

And according to the rest of the
platoon, so are Carrington and Gonzalez.

If you're an outsider, they're not going
to tell you anything.

How about you, the insider?

Carrington really had it in for Shuler.
She spent half her time fielding the

head, and I found this there last night.

Her family sent it from the local paper.

She must have... hitting it under the
loose tile.

Why would she do that?

Maybe she was afraid Carrington would
write her about it if she found it.

Harm, if Shuler was murdered, that DI is
my prime suspect.

Does this have anything to do with what
I saw on the obstacle course this

morning? No, Carrington is over the
edge. She's been targeting Shuler,

example of her. She wakes Shuler up,
gets her out on a rappelling tower to

her. Shuler does something to make her
angry, and Carrington snaps.

You don't think it was an accident?

You don't get those ropes around
someone's neck by accident.

It's possible Carrington was trying to
scare Shuler.

Well, it's going to be hell to prove.

That's why I'm on the inside.

I'm not sure you still need to be. I'm
making it harm, and don't tell me that's

not what you're getting at. You never
had to go through recruit training

I went to officer's candidate school.

Yeah, we ought to know by now it's not
the same thing, and you're starting in

the middle without the conditioning the
rest of the platoon has.

Meaning I didn't look like I could
handle it out there. Meaning...

It would be perfectly understandable if
you wanted to pull out now. Carrington,

it's dangerous, and somebody needs to do
something about it.

I can do it. I want to stay in.

It's your funeral.

School circle!

School circle, I am!

This is a pugo stick.

Like your rifle, it can be thrust.

your rifle, a blow to the head will not
kill you.

kill you.

Your job is to do it first.

For our purposes, a kill will be a
headshot.

First, clean hit to the head.

She's just beating her up. Uh -huh.

There's no lock, Major.

Every recruit on the island has a
padlock in their footlocker or anything

value could be stolen.

I've been going over Sergeant Gonzales
and Carrington's service record books. I

didn't authorize access to those.

No, Major, you told me you'd do
everything you could to help out. I

meant the sergeant's SRBs I had asked
for.

Is there a problem?

No, Commander, no problem.

I just haven't gotten around to it yet.

Now, Major, you told me that neither
drill instructor had anything unusual in

her record. All DEIs get complaints from
recruits, you know that?

Major, why are you protecting the DEIs?
I'm not, Commander.

I don't want to see their careers ruined
by a JAG lawyer looking for headlines.

Now, you got any other questions before
I get back to work, Commander?

Yeah.

Could you get one of your, uh, people to
give me a complete copy of the Penn

Tribune for this date?

That JAG officer should have been done
by now.

Relax. He doesn't know anything.

Well, he knows that one of us was out of
here that night.

How?

A letter from one of the recruits.

It doesn't matter.

There's still no way he can find out.

Let's get him back from Chow.

You are a genius, Private.

Correctly use the gas mask will protect
you from the less dangerous gases

currently deployed on the battlefield.

But it is absolutely useless against
nerve gas and other biological agents.

So why are we not training in full bio
-warfare suits? Private Johnson.

Ma 'am, because the privates have to
learn to crawl before the privates can

walk. Ma 'am. That's right, Private.

Many of the gases are odorless and
colorless. Therefore, you will not know

you are being exposed until you begin to
notice some symptoms.

Sergeant, the canisters.

You will dawn and clear when the
sergeant gives the order to do so, and

sooner.

The doc said every series, one or two
recruits lose their mask in that

It was pulled off.

Somebody tried to kill me.

Meg, inhaling tear gas won't kill you.

Might have choked cold wood.

I'm pulling you out.

No. Meg, someone tried to kill you. They
must know who you are.

Not necessarily. I had a run -in with
one of the recruits, Johnson.

She said she was going to get me.

You think she's involved in Schuller's
death?

No, I still think it was Carrington.

I overheard her with Gonzales. They know
about the letter.

Major Klein's the only one on the island
who knew.

Maybe he's involved with them.

Just a minute.

Come in.

Doc says you're fit for duty.

Sergeant Gonzales sent me to escort you
back to the platoon.

I was hoping for the night off.

I thought a month in sickbay would have
been enough for you.

Ah, yeah. So did I.

But that was until I met Staff Sergeant
Carrington.

Oh, yeah.

She's got it in for you like she did for
Shuler.

You don't think her death was an
accident, do you?

The night Shuler died, I saw one of the
DIs coming back into the squad bay just

before dawn.

Staff Sergeant Carrington?

I'm not sure, but whichever one it was,
I'll bet she was on the repelling tower

with Shuler.

We better move it.

I'll meet you out front.

Okay.

Well, looks like we found our letter
writer.

Not enough.

You'll have to let me rejoin the
platoon.

All right.

Another 24 hours.

But don't let Carrie Pena Gonzalez get
you alone. You read me, Lieutenant?

Five by five, sir.

Is there any reason you think you should
continue to do that? I don't know.

That's getting really complicated.

Listen, relax.

He's just... Oh, my God.

Wendell Rapp.

This has nothing to do with your
investigation.

I find that very hard to believe, Major.

I would, too, in your place.

You've been obstructing my investigation
from the beginning, withholding files.

Passing information on to the DIs?

Not because I was trying to cover up the
Shuler incident.

Why? Because you're having an affair
with an enlisted woman?

Not an affair, Commander.

We're married.

Marine Corps policy prohibits
fraternization between officer and

much less marriage.

It would be the end of our careers.

But what do you do when you've fallen in
love and it's not allowed?

So that's why you applied for a
commission?

It was the only way to stay in the
Corps, sir.

I would have made it, too.

Where were you the night Private
Schiller was killed?

I was here, sir, with Major Klein.

I can vouch for that.

Well, right now, Major, your credibility
isn't running very high.

I'll do anything.

I'll submit an official statement. I'll
take a polygraph.

She was here with me, Commander.

Well, then that leaves Staff Sergeant
Carrington with no alibi.

I know Sergeant Carrington, sir.

She didn't do it.

Great.

Major Klein says you didn't do it. You
say Staff Sergeant Carrington didn't do

it. Then who the hell did it?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Is this for me?

Sorry. It came in this afternoon.

What are you going to do, Commander?

About us? I don't know, Major.

If you're telling the truth and I find
the murderer, maybe...

Don't struggle, you'll just sink faster.

Whitley?

Follow here, sir.

Staff Sergeant, where is your fire
watch?

McIntyre's down here, sir. Private, you
were supposed to be on fire watch.

Ma 'am, the private was out having a
cigarette.

Ma 'am. Did you see Private McIntyre
leave?

Sir, the private saw someone heading
towards the obstacle course. Sir.

You will be fielding that head till the
year 2000.

I heard you talking with the JAG officer
in the hospital.

McIntyre Semper Fi Do or

die

That newspaper article Shuler's parents
said on the flip side was a story and

enough of a picture that Shuler
recognized Whitley was wanted for

Sergeant Gonzalez has Whitley secured.

So it's over?

Not quite.

Stop, Sergeant Carrington.

I'd like you to meet Lieutenant J .G.
Austin.

I know it wasn't personal.

We were just doing your job.

Yes, ma 'am.

That's because I thought Private
McIntyre had a future in the military.

I just didn't realize how right I was.

Ma 'am.

Nice to meet you, Staff Sergeant
Carrington.

It's not easy for me to say I was wrong,
Commander, but I was wrong.

Even though I don't believe our marriage
affected my investigation, I'll never

be sure.

Neither will I.

So you are going to turn us in, sir?

I'll assume that if you don't receive
your commission in a month, Sergeant,

you'll report yourself.

Thank you, sir.

Do you have a word on that, Mr. Rapp?

Good luck, Sergeant Gonzalez.

I look forward to seeing your name on
the promotions list in the Navy Times.

Yes, ma 'am.

You

want

to finish your training with the
platoon?

No, thanks.

But I would like to say goodbye.

Platoon, attention!

Attention!

Semper Fi, Marine.