All language subtitles for Enlisted S01 Afl.1.English

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Take care of your brothers, okay?

- Yes, sir.
- Bye.

Bring me back something.

Okay.

Hands on heads.

("Thunderstruck" by AC/DC playing)

Pete: Check out these pictures.

These are my brothers.

Real nice guys.

I love that you're opening up to me,

but I'm freaking out here!

Relax, bro, I got this.

Yeah, we're being shot at real
bad. We'd love some backup.

Man (Over radio): Negative.
Command can't access your info,

'cause the system's down.

You're telling me we're screwed
because your computer crashed?

- Say again?
- Idiots.

Hey, any of you fellas got a PC?

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That was dumb.

* Thunderstruck *

* Thunderstruck *

All right, which one of
you idiots denied my backup?

Oh, shoot, you're old.
Like Larry King in camo.

- I can't punch Larry King.
- I'm also a colonel.

You signed on to get shot at,

so get out of my face, candy-ass.

Huh. Maybe I can punch Larry King.

* Thunderstruck *

(exhales)

Suddenly, I'm thinking consequences.

* Yeah, yeah, thunderstruck *

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Officer: Way to go, dumb-ass.

You lost a rank and got booted stateside,

some rear detachment unit in Florida.

Rear D?

Those guys aren't even real soldiers.

All they do is wash tanks and mow lawns.

My brothers are in Rear D.

Wait a second. Florida?

Oh, hell, no.

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(Excited murmuring)

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This is so stupid.

We look like a couple of groupies
at a One Direction concert.

Thank God I talked you out of flowers.

- You didn't.
- I got him some carnations.

They're man flowers.

There's no such thing as man flowers.

- Yeah, there are.
- Is that glitter?

Yeah, he just got back from war,

so yeah, it's glitter.

Hold this.

- Wow. Hey, brother.
- Hey, Randy.

What's up, less handsome brother?

How's Uncle Sam's favorite nephew?

Oh, cool, you're still a dick.

- Here we go, boys.
- Randy, stop.

- You know I hate that.
- No, no.

Hand-head is how we've said
"I love you" since we were kids,

so give me this, because we
haven't been together in a year

and I'm happy Pete didn't get blown up.

Well, I almost got blown up.

But you were never scared, right?

I mean, I was scared for you,

but I'd think about you not being scared,
and then I wouldn't be so scared anymore.

- There's been a lot of this.
- Okay. Randy?

- Uh-huh?
- People were shooting

at me every day. Of course I was scared.

- (Grunts)
- I shouldn't have said that.

Now I have to reevaluate how I felt.

Yeah, I'm actually getting
really scared again.

No, no, you can't retroactively be scared.
The human body doesn't work that way.

Mine does, okay? It's coming in a wave.

I've literally been home a minute,

I already broke Randy. Come
here, buddy. Here you go.

- (Sighs) Hand-head.
- Yeah.

Upswing. Thanks, Pete.

- Feel better?
- So much better.

Yeah. I got him.

- Oh, you don't want some of this?
- Nope.

Oh, come here, man.

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S01E01
Pilot

I served with your father for half my life.

When he died, I swore I'd look
after you and your brothers.

Aw... Don't "aw," damn it!

You were the only Hill
brother that wasn't a screw up.

Derrick's got no respect,
hates being a soldier.

Where's my motorcycle, boy?!

Come on, where could I hide
a bright yellow motorcycle?

It was in the tree.

Cody: And Randy loves
being a soldier.

I can aim by sight alone.

Cody: Which is too bad.

Boo-ya!

Do I have to pay for that?

When do you get to the part
about them being screw ups?

Shut up.

I didn't lose a foot in a land
mine to hear you talk junk.

Have we ever talked without
you bringing up your fake foot?

When your foot gets blown off, you
can bring it up whenever you like.

You get it's weird it's a white guy's foot.

My size only comes in white.

Okay, I can't be stuck in Rear D.

It's for the guys who can't cut it.

- I'm in Rear D.
- Let me back up.

Rear D maintains the base and supports
the families of deployed soldiers.

- It's an important job.
- Totally agree.

- Now, how do I get out of it?
- You don't.

I'm being wasted here! This is insane!

How did it go from him yelling
at me? I'm yelling at him.

This is me we're talking about, all right?

3.5 million taxpayer dollars

went into training the
specimen you see before you.

(Laughs) Specimen?

In Afghanistan, I led over
100 raids on insurgent camps.

I caught a grenade and
threw it back at the guy.

You want to know who killed Bin Laden?

Okay, it wasn't me, but it
was a guy very much like me.

This is a little bell I ring
when someone's being a total ass.

- I'm just trying to make a point.
- Oh, I get your point.

You're Bruce Willis in Die Hard.

Van Damme in Expendables 2.

Is that really the Van Damme
movie you're gonna go with?

You got Timecop, Kickboxer...

Your mission is here.

You got war games coming
up with an Italian platoon.

- That is more like it.
- More important,

you gotta find this dog ASAP.

That is way less like it. Come on.

Name's Bogie.

Belongs to one of the families on the base.

And this... (Toy squeaks)
Is his favorite toy.

Come on, Pete, we're giving
you a tour of the base!

Stop banging on the window, idiot.

Come on, I'm gonna show you where we eat.

Do you ever not shout?

Can I please go back to war?

* Ay, me gusta that booty... *

Pete: This is the opposite
of an army commercial.

Yeah, son!

I don't know why I said that so excited,

but it's pretty cool
we're here together, right?

Uh, that's a complicated answer, buddy.

Yeah. I too am thrilled, Pete.

I mean, to think just
yesterday I was washing a tank

without getting your take on it.

Dude, the only thing that
stinks is that we never get

to drive these babies.

Someday.

I doubt it.

That should've been bolted on.

* Me gusta that booty... *

(Music stops)

Private Sanchez.

You too busy listening to awful music
to fix your Humvee, like I asked?

How many push-ups should he do, guys?

- (Shouting numbers) 25?
- Do we have 50? A hundie?

How about 1,000?

What...? 1,000?

Well, that's just insane.

150, and thank you for getting
"Me gusta that booty" stuck in my head.

All right, go. Hi there.

- I am sergeant Perez.
- Well, hello there.

I know it seems like she's being nice,

but she hates us and she's
about to say something mean.

No. I head up the other Rear D unit here...

The one not full of
rejects and mental patients.

- Spot on, sergeant.
- So mean, man.

- Yeah. Yeah, mean.
- Very well done.

Look, if Cody wants you three
idiots here, it's fine with me.

Just keep your unit out of my unit's way.

(Snickers) "Unit."

See, my platoon is full of
bright, dedicated soldiers.

I'll put my privates up against
your privates any old day.

(Snickers) Seriously?

That was my fault. I'm sorry.

I'm not a huge fan of double entendres,
but this has been a fun exchange.

Point is, I'm a dedicated soldier.

- Got a little chip on your shoulder, huh?
- Uh, it's actually in my shoulder.

It's from a grenade... hurts when it rains.
Also when I move my arm in any direction.

Ah...

Wow. Well...

I think there's something here.

- I'm feeling it.
- There's not.

Sanchez, you can have a little music.

- Here you go.
- Boy, that never happens.

That's never happened as far as I know.

Let's go meet your platoon, huh?

These guys?

(Chanting): Bradley! Cooper!

Bradley! Cooper!

Did he say "Bradley Cooper"?

I don't want to kill Bradley Cooper.

It's just a rhythm thing.

(Chanting): Bradley! Cooper!

Bradley! Cooper!

Yah!

(Screams)

Bradley Cooper! Bradley Cooper!

What is he... What are you doing?

Bradley Cooper, Bradley Cooper...

He's actually gotten much better.

(Roaring)

Do I have to pay for that?

I am so screwed.

I've killed Bradley Cooper.

Good morning. I'm Sergeant Hill.

Yeah! Pete Hill in the house!

Stop being his hype man.

He just got back from war,

and he's nervous.

In Afghanistan, I led over
100 raids on insurgent camps.

If anyone can make you
real soldiers, it's me.

Now, to start with, this unit
doesn't even have a motto.

A motto embodies the
spirit of the unit...

Ooh, how about, "give me back
those CDs you borrowed, Brian."

- That's not a motto.
- But it does need to be said.

Let's talk about your appearance.

Now, we've got a weight issue
in this general area here.

- We do.
- Yeah, we do!

Stop.

Stop that. What's your name?

- Corporal George Chubowski.
- Chubowski?

Wow. Okay, you can't change.

It'd be weird if you weren't big.

No one likes an ironic name!

For the love of all things
holy, shut up, Randy!

Inside voice, boo-boo.

Listen up!

Our mission is to find a dog.

But we can skip that, unless
that dog has been trained

by the Taliban at a doggie madrasa.

- (Pete chuckles)
- Hmm?

It's an arabic learning institution.
You know what? Never mind.

What we're gonna do instead
is focus on war games,

which is way cooler than looking for a dog.

Now, let's go find a great
soldier inside of each one of you.

- Perez: One, two, three.
- Soldiers: Seven!

- Perez: One, two, three.
- Soldiers: Eight!

- Perez: One, two, three.
- Soldiers: One!

I don't even know what that is.

- Perez: One, two, three.
- Soldiers: Three!

- Perez: One, two, three.
- Soldiers: Four!

- Perez: One, two, three.
- Soldiers: Five!

- Perez: One, two, three!
- Soldiers: Six!

(Whimpers)

(Screaming)

Why you throwing elbows, Cindy?!

- I'm going through a divorce!
- (Coughing)

(Grunting) Let's go!

I don't need your help!

(Grunts)

Your back's like memory foam!

Your hand's inside of me.

Dear God.

(Grunting)

How does that even happen?

Actually, this is the furthest I've gotten.

Of course it is.

A little help.

So it turns out there was not a great
soldier inside of each of you.

Except for Park, who I'm now afraid of.

Thank you.

'Sup, grunts? You Pete?

I'm Sergeant Hill. Oh...
I don't have to do that.

That's Wallace. He's a civilian contractor
from the Washington, District of Columbia.

- You don't have to say the whole thing.
- I do, out of respect.

DC, Randy.

I manage the big money
operations around here, brah.

I coord, I liase.

Wow. I've never disliked
somebody so quickly before.

- It's exhilarating.
- It's Columbia.

- I hate him more than you.
- I also set up the war games, and the...

The Italians, they don't like losing.

Those guys are stunning.

- Hi! Hey. - How you doing?
- I love you.

Later, goon platoon.

I am not gonna lose to that douche
and those hairless bastards.

Great speech, patton.

You just got yourself an hour
looking for the dog.

What? You said that was a stupid
idea, and for once I agreed with you.

Two hours.

- Dobkiss! Stop poking him with a stick.
- Why?

Randy: Yeah! First beer
together in a year!

So, did you find Bogie?

No, I didn't, but I found
a basset hound named Reggie.

- We solved some crimes together.
- Are you serious?

No. Look, you can be our
boss during the day, okay?

But at night, let's just be three
brothers having a drink. Please?

Randy: That reminds me, we went
to medieval times for my birthday.

It was so badass.

- It was so embarrassing, but still...
- Cheers to it. No, it wasn't.

We would've told you about
it if you'd ever contacted us.

I remember his birthday.

- I was in Afghanistan.
- Oh, where?

Afghanistan? Am I... am I saying it right?

- Yeah, that's right.
- Anyway, this IED blew up a bad guy.

His socks were hanging
on the telephone wire.

(Grunts)

Blown clean off.

Randy: Oh, boy.

Here comes the wave again, guys.

Sorry to ruin our first...

Upswing. Okay.

- Oh, hand-head...
- All right, well, this isn't weird.

I'm gonna go watch, uh,
The Hurt Locker to cheer myself up.

I gotta go, too.

Booty calls.

It's a play on "duty calls,"

- but with "Booty".
- Yeah, Randy, I got it. Yeah.

You got it? I knew you'd get that.

Perez (Clears throat):
Doesn't mean anything.

This is the only open seat, so...

You sure you don't want
to go sit with them?

How much to drink all
the wax in this candle?

Yes, I have ten dollars on that.

I'm good.

Look, I, um... I'm sorry...

About earlier.

It's just that I worked really hard to get

to a position that was basically
handed to you as a consolation prize.

Got a little chip on your shoulder, huh?

- Yes.
- Big old nacho chip.

- Wh-what now?
- Wow, I shouldn't have said that.

It's not because you're hispanic.

I-I thought it was gonna be funny,
but it just came out hateful.

- Want to keep... keep going?
- Stop talking.

- I'll wait.
- I don't belong here.

You want to know why I keep doing it?

Because I love being a soldier.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Derrick: All right, I got 30 shots
of the worst Tequila in the house.

Who's with me?

Oh! Hey!

Chill with the drinking.
You got to be up at 6:00 A.M.

Oh, my God, stop acting
like my boss all the time.

Hey, Randy, can you believe him?

Randy can't believe you.
Hey, I-I got an idea. Listen.

Let's run the flag, all
right? Every time my brother's

a huge buzz kill, let's do a shot.

- I'm just being an adult.
- Red, halt!

- You're gonna regret this.
- White!

I could drink you all under the
table. I am just choosing not to!

Blue!

(All yelling)

This is the face of a
proud American soldier.

Come on, guys! We got to get serious.

If you're gonna be a bear, be a what?

- Ooh, a panda bear.
- No, you're supposed to say grizzly.

Pandas are very powerful.

They can tear apart
bamboo with their teeth.

The point is be the strongest bear.

With all due respect,
pandas are very powerful.

They can tear apart
bamboo with their teeth.

Right, I get that.
Panda's my spirit animal.

- Does it have to be a bear?
- Can it be a kitty?

It should be a scorpion with two tails.

- What about three tails?
- That's stupid.

Oh, God. Hey!

- Where the hell are you going?
- To bed. I'm hungover.

Get back in line, soldier!

This isn't Afghanistan.

We're in Florida, okay? This is Rear D.

We suck.

Hey, guys, that could be our motto.

- All: We suck! Hooah!
- Bradley Cooper!

Not now, Cindy! That was very good though.

Guys, let's just knock
off the negativity, please!

Even if we do suck.

And, Derrick, support your brother.

Why? Look, he's just here to get his
stripe back so he can leave again.

Maybe I am!

Because maybe I'm better than this.

What, I should just stick around
turn into a drunk with no future?

Now you knock off the negativity.

- God, this is getting so negative!
- Hey, Pete just cares about Pete, okay?

Why do you think we never heard
from him when he was overseas?

I'm sorry I was too busy
getting shot at every day

to worry about Randy's stupid birthday!

Well, I'm sorry I'm a giant
screw up and Randy turned

into the worst soldier in
the history of the army!

Ow! Hey!

(All yelling)

One large guillotine coming up, homeboy!

I'm gonna rear naked choke you right now!

- Stop using with the stupid MMA terms!
- Never!

(Bugle plays "reveille")

You said you didn't care about my birthday!

- Rear naked choke hold!
- Gonna get you in your sleep.

You're rear naked choking me!

Ooh!

("Reveille" continues)

Why are you punching their faces, Pete?

Don't punch their faces!

To be honest, Uncle Sergeant
Major Cody, it all started

when Pete said he was
stronger than a panda bear.

- What?
- I never said I was stronger

- than a panda bear.
- You're not.

I mean, sure, I could probably
choke out a baby panda.

Why would you do that? It's a baby!

Choking out a baby panda.

The fur is so soft and supple.

(Bell ringing) Get out.

Get out!

Not you, Pete.

We got to talk.

What, are you gonna hit me with that?

Oh, no, this is for my
daughter's boyfriend, Da'quan.

I don't trust boys with
apostrophes in their names.

He's gonna pull up in my driveway,

and I'm gonna turn his little ass around.

(Groans)

Got pretty banged up over there, huh?

Nah, let me see, uh...

Concussion, shrapnel in my back,

busted wrist, but still...

I just... I feel guilty I'm not over there.

I know, son.

But taking care of the people
left behind is important.

Oh, sure, sometimes we find lost dogs.

But if someone falls,

it's our job to tell the family.

Soldiers who do our job

showed up at your house once.

Your father was a good man.

Yeah, he was.

So start acting like him.

Your troops need to know
that you're one of them.

Your brothers, too.

(Vehicle approaching)

(Bass music pumping) Oh, hell no.

Take your ass back to Kinko's,
you 20-year-old bastard!

- (Laughs)
- (Tires squealing)

I love being a dad.

(Snoring)

(Door opens)

- What's up with him?
- He felt bad about letting you down,

so he did an hour of jumping Jacks.

I don't know if you've ever seen a
grown man cry while doing jumping Jacks.

- It sounds funny, it's just sad.
- All right, look.

I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch.

I guess I thought about what
could happen, like with dad,

and figured if I was distant
it would be easier on you guys.

I was wrong.

Yeah, well, it felt like
you didn't need us, you dick.

You know, I mean, we're
all we've got, so...

Okay, this is way too heavy
for Randy to hear, but, uh...

You want to know how
much I needed you guys?

You see these?

I put these on here.

And whenever I felt like
I wasn't gonna make it,

I'd look at them.

So you guys would be the
last thing that I see.

(Quiet laugh)

You're right. That's
way too heavy for Randy.

(Snorts)

(Both laugh)

I'm sorry I disappointed you, Pete.

(Crying)

Oh, God, that's even sadder than you said.

Well actually now...
now it is kind of funny.

(Loud sobbing)

Everyone just relax.

That's too much.

Now, I owe you guys an apology.

I've been acting like I'm the only
winner in the middle of a bunch of losers.

Well, guess what?

I am a loser, too.

Thought he was going
the other way with that.

I'm just like you guys are.

A letdown.

A disappointment to everyone I know.

This is a terrible apology.

But we don't have to be losers.

Do you really want to lose to that guy?

We can beat them.

Who do you see when you look in the mirror?

Daffy duck. I have a picture
of him taped to my mirror.

Okay, what-what do you
see next to daffy duck?

Ryan Gosling.

And next to him, it's another
picture of Ryan Gosling,

but in this one he's got two kittens.

You see you!

You, Chubowski, all of us, we're all
soldiers in the army of the United States.

Who cares if we're the
ones that nobody else wants?

We don't need them. We have each other now.

We're here together.

We'll train together, we'll fight together.

And we'll take care of each other.

We're all we've got.

We're brothers.

I wish we had a motto to shout.

We do.

We're brothers.

All: We are brothers!

- Who are we?
- We are brothers!

- Who are we?
- We are brothers!

- Who are we?
- We are brothers!

Let's go kick some ass!

All: Yeah!

(All yelling)

(Indistinct chatter)

This should take the
Italians about five minutes.

(Rumbling nearby)

What the hell is that?

* Thunderstruck... *

(Whoops)

* Thunderstruck... *

This is the best day of my life! Yeah!

* Ooh, thunderstruck *

* Thunder... *

Move, move, move, move, move!

Come on, guys, just like we practiced.

(Yelling)

(Beeping)

Okay, good shot.

* Thunder *

* I was caught... *

We too late for the fun?

What are you doing here?

I told you, I love being a soldier.

Plus it's always fun
seeing Wallace freak out.

I am so texting the general.

All right, let's do this. Let's do this.

Take the wall, Chubowski!

* Thunder *

* My mind raced *

(wood creaking)
* And I thought... *

(Speaks Italian)

(Beeping)

Go! (Speaks Italian)

* There was no help, no help from you *

* Thunder... *

(Speaks Italian)

(Beeping)

Where's my golf cart?

* The thunder of guns... *

(Beeping)

* Tore me apart... *

- Aw, man.
- Darn it.

- I want my money back.
- It was...

We had a whole, really cool
Boyz n the Hood thing.

- No, we did not...
- Yeah, we did.

We're not boys and we're not in the hood.

(Yelling)

(Beeping)

(Imitating a machine gun) (Beeping)

We're actually gonna win this thing.

What do you got, brother?

I'm seeing a dog.

What?

It's frigging Bogie.

(Whimpers)

We can't go get him without
the Italians taking us out.

What are we gonna do, brother?

Come on, Italians.

Beat these losers.

Pete.

Pete?

(Groans) Form up and follow me.

Perez: What?

Here, Bogie.

(Toy squeaking) Maybe
they'll give us a time out.

- (Speaks Italian)
- Here, Bogie...

Please!

Stop, Italians, we're being noble!

(Beeping) Aw! Medic!

Yes!

This is so lame, man. I
know, we were about to win.

I can't believe I came to help
and everything and you pulled this.

Oh, my God! He's so cute!

Wow!

Whoa!

(Laughs)

Choosing a dog over victory.
Way to go, rear dummies.

Okay, that's it. I got your back, sarge.

Bradley Cooper! Ooh!

Oh, way better than a punch.

- Really nice work.
- Such a good soldier.

So precise, Cindy.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Let's go give this guy back.

Come on.

Guys!

Bogie!

Aw, thank you!

Their dad's overseas
and we miss him so much.

Bogie reminds us of him.

Thank you.

Well, this is what we do.

You see?

- Those kids are like us.
- We get it, Randy.

- The image is very clear.
- 'Cause there's brothers

- and there's three of them.
- Got it, buddy.

- Thank you.
- There you go.

You did a good thing.

You'll get to do a lot
more good things like that.

After you wash that tank.

(All groaning)

- Come on, the tank?
- It's our job.

Although it, uh...

Could be dirtier.

(All cheering)

(Excited chattering) Let's pop a wheelie!

(Shouting, whooping)

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(Whoops)

I'm okay, keep going.