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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.