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According to my map,
the safety area extends

as far as that wash
on the other side of that bridge.

Position your team in the wash.
We'll target the tank.

We'll knock down the bad guys
with the Close Air Support.

Aye, sir.

We've got a target to paint
from the other side of the bridge.

Move out.

Reaper, this is Red Dog One.
I've got a fire mission for you.

We've got a tank
with a laser designator.

Take it out with a Maverick.
Then sanitize the area.

Roger, Red Dog.
You paint it, we'll hit it.

You sure we're supposed
to get this close to the tank?

- We can paint it from here.
- No.

We paint it from where
the captain says we paint it.

This side of the bridge.

Red Dog One, Red Dog Five.
We're in position.

- Paint it, gunny.
- Roger that, sir.

Let's do it.

Reaper Leader to Sections 2 and 3.
Target area is all yours.

Bell, get back here.

Get down.

Following in his father's footsteps
as a naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing
his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a top gun in the air.

- Major, the file you are looking for is...
- I know where it is, Bud.

- Yes, ma'am, but it's already...
- Zero-nine-thirty-nine

and the flight doesn't leave until 1100.
We have plenty of time.

So relax. You are so nervous.

Yes, ma'am. It's just that I'm trying
to point out the file...

There it is. For heaven's sakes, Bud,
it was right in front of you.

Yes, ma'am. How about that?

It's 0940. We've got plenty of time.

- Did I say anything?
- It's the thought that counts.

You were about to tell me
that I'm late for my flight.

Now, you and Bud call
if you need any help with your case.

You call if you need help with yours.

Oh, I've got mine aced.

You guys have your work
cut out for you.

Why is that, sir?

Recon Marines
are trained to be a tight group.

They won't like the idea
of talking about one of their own.

And this Captain Koonan's
got quite a reputation.

- For what, ma'am?
- For eating JAG officers for lunch.

Seriously, Koonan is one tough,
old-fashioned Marine.

His nickname is The Duke.
As in John Wayne.

- You're kidding?
- You know what bothers me, Harm?

Captain Koonan is a legend.

Came up through the ranks.
More medals than his chest can hold.

Spent nearly his entire career
with recon units.

I mean, he designed
the recon training programme.

Well, actually, he designed
the close-quarter battle section.

So how does an officer
with that much experience

put his men's lives at risk
in a training exercise?

That's a good question.

Thanks for the help.

You miss me already, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Sergeant Major Sauer.

Sergeant major?

You will address me as sir, recruit.

Do you understand?

- I'm Commander...
- Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Because you are one of the most
miserable specimens I have ever seen.

There is no way in hell
I'm gonna be able to square away

what God has so badly screwed up.

There is not enough time.

Unless you pay attention
to every word I say.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

Then repeat back
what I have just told you.

- Every word?
- Are you making a joke, recruit?

No, sir.

It's a pleasure
to have you here, major.

You too, lieutenant.

I asked for a Marine
to head up this investigation

and, by God,
the admiral came through.

And a lady to boot. Outstanding.

Admiral Chegwidden didn't tell me
you'd requested a Marine, sir.

It's the only way
to do this investigation properly.

The Marine Corps
has to discipline itself.

Not that we don't appreciate
the help from the Navy, lieutenant.

It's a new Marine Corps, major.

We have new equipment,
new demographic, new methods.

Our training requirements
have to reflect these changes.

We can't think like dinosaurs
in an old John Wayne movie.

Those days are gone.
It's fine to be tough.

It's not fine
to get your men hurt in training.

- No, sir, it is not.
- Captain Koonan's map.

He says the safety line
was smudged.

That's why his men were outside
the safety area.

- You don't believe him, colonel?
- I didn't say that, major.

Captain Koonan is a friend of mine.

It would hurt to learn that he was
responsible for what happened.

But it would hurt more if his leadership
reflected badly on the Corps.

Find out what happened
to my Marines, major.

- Yes, sir.
- Lieutenant.

Well, the target quadrant's
smudged all right.

Obliterated is more like it.

Well, isn't this the danger-close
boundary here, ma'am?

It doesn't look like it includes
that little road there.

Could be.

Or this could be a line here.
And that does include the road.

Well, if that is the safety area,

then Captain Koonan
was within his rights.

If not, he put his men at risk.

Putting your men unnecessarily at risk
during a training exercise,

or at any time, is unacceptable.

You have made no progress, recruit.

But luck is with you.

Because I am gonna give you
another opportunity to prove to me

that you are not gonna get
the rest of your team killed

because of your ineptitude
or incompetence.

Assume the position, recruit.

Again.

Not bad.

For the Navy.

Miller, Allard.

Come on.

Very impressive, captain.

An ordinary Marine
is impressive, major.

A Recon Marine must be exceptional,
or he will die.

They are expected
to implant sensors and beacons,

capture prisoners,
call and adjust supporting arms,

conduct raids and rescue hostages.

Isn't that right, first sergeant?

You just told them
the easy part, skipper.

Sergeant Tesla.

Sergeant Tesla
reporting as ordered, sir.

Curve your hand, sergeant.

The object
is to incapacitate your enemy

by digging your fingers into
the pressure points on his neck, here.

Grab, pull, chop.

Well, he knows his close combat.

If you need more than two blows
to kill your enemy,

your chances of dying
increase 60 percent.

Get it right, son.

I will, sir.

Back to it.

Aye, aye, sir.

Everything I had to say
about the accident

is down in black and white
in my statement.

We've read your statement, captain.

Then how can I help you, major?

How many times have you been
on the training range

where the accident took place?

Once.

Just once?

I was not familiar with the terrain
if that is your question.

It was a new exercise.
Will that be all, ma'am?

We'd like permission to interview the
recon members who were involved.

My men are participating
in a live-fire graduation exercise.

If they do not receive a high grade,
they will not become Force Recon.

Reveille is at 0430.
First class, 0600.

Can you conduct your interviews
by then?

If it's not too early, ma'am.

I usually have lunch by then,
captain.

You can use my office
in the squad bay for your interviews.

Will that be all, major?
Because if it is...

How are the injured men doing?

For the record, major,

I visit Gunny Krycek
and Corporal Bell daily.

Also for the record,

I'm very sorry
that Corporal Bell was wounded.

But I am damn glad
that it happened now.

Recon Marines
cannot afford to give in to fear

the way Corporal Bell did.

The fate of an entire division

depends on how well
these men react under fire.

Exercises like this are designed
to weed people like Bell out.

Then you succeeded, captain.

If you'll excuse me, major,
lieutenant,

my Marines need some hot chow
and a trip to the rain room.

Recon, ten-hut.

Who are you?

We are the best, sir. Recon.

You're damned right you are.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Enter.

Major MacKenzie,
Lieutenant Roberts.

This is Sergeant Krycek's
replacement

Gunnery Sergeant Post.

It's good to see you again,
gunny Post.

- Yes, ma'am.
- You two served together?

Yes, sir. Bosnia.
Two Nine, right, gunny?

- Two Nine, ma'am.
- It's a good outfit.

Let's see, the CO was...

- Captain Walls, sir.
- Walls, of course.

Who could forget Gonzo Walls?

Well, you two probably
have some catching up to do.

Yes, sir, we certainly do.

No one is to be treated
with kid gloves, guns.

But the days
of breaking down a man

and building him back up
into a Marine are gone.

- Understood, sir.
- Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

One more thing, gunny.

Sir?

If anyone,
enlisted or commissioned,

doesn't conform to the way
that I want things done,

I expect you to tell me about it.

That's an order.

Sir.

That was not very smart, major.

As smart as not telling your partner

you're undercover on the same case
she's working on, commander?

Sir, ma'am, I don't think
this is a great spot to discuss this.

At ease, Bud.

How the hell was I supposed to know
who the CO of Force Recon was?

How the hell was I supposed to know
you were coming?

The admiral thought it would be best

if we had someone working
from the inside too.

Getting information
from a Recon Marine

is like getting blood from a stone.

Harm, I'm your partner.

Well, maybe the admiral's developing
a sense of humour.

- I don't know.
- Don't blame it on the admiral.

You did it on purpose.

- Sir? Ma'am?
- What?

With all due respect,
I think you're both wrong.

You're mostly right.

I'd say 95 percent right
and five percent wrong.

Captain Koonan is the finest officer
I've ever served under, ma'am.

I'd follow him to hell and back.

- It seems to be a case for movies.
- Ma'am?

Audie Murphy.
To Hell and Back was a movie with...

Forget it, sergeant. At ease, relax.

You don't need to sit at attention.

Yes, ma'am.

You didn't see the captain's map,

you had no idea you were within
the impact area,

even though you knew you were only
about 100 metres from the target

and you'd follow Captain Koonan
to hell.

And back, ma'am.

He'd get us back.

And back.

May I speak freely, ma'am?

The skipper,

I mean, Captain Koonan.

Well,

he'd never deliberately
put us in a position

where anyone could get hurt.

Then how did two marines
end up in sick bay, sergeant?

That was Bell's own fault.

If he'd have kept his head down,
he'd have been okay.

If Bell had been in the safety area,
he would have been okay.

Affirmative, ma'am, but...

But?

I was scared to death out there,
ma'am.

I've never been in combat.
And those bombs they...

Man, they sounded like
I don't know what.

The thing is, I'll probably be scared
that bad again someday.

Worse, maybe.

But I know something now.

What's that, sergeant?

I know I can handle
being that scared.

I won't freeze.

I'll get the job done.

May I go now, ma'am?

The new gunny
comes onboard today.

I'd like to see that my gear
is squared away.

Thank you, Sergeant Tesla.
Dismissed.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

Who's next?

That was the last of them.

That's it?

Four interviews
and what do we have?

"I didn't know
we were beyond the safety area."

"He's the finest officer
I've ever served under."

And "I'd follow him to hell and back."

In other words, it was Bell's fault.

How could it be a trainee's fault?

I really gotta talk to Corporal Bell.

I've been calling the hospital.
He's still unconscious.

You are not a wet nurse,
Gunnery Sergeant Post.

You are not a camp counsellor.

You are not a therapist.

You are an instructor
for Recon Marines.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- I do not want them stroked.

I do not want them coddled.

I want them tempered.

I want them hardened.

So that they are absolutely confident
that they can do their job

and come back alive.

Aye, aye, skipper.

Corporal Sibley, you are one
of the most miserable

specimens I have ever seen.

You are one day from graduation

and you cannot defeat
a simple obstacle?

But you will, Sibley.

Because I am gonna correct
what God has screwed up

if it is the last thing that I do.

Yes, gunnery sergeant.

Now, we will do this again tomorrow.

And when we do,
you will use your right foot

to boost yourself
to the top of the wall.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, gunnery sergeant.

Now, get some.

- Guns.
- Sir?

There is no tomorrow in combat.

Sir, Sibley is exhausted.

- You've been in combat, gunny?
- Yes, sir.

Were you ever not scared, not tired?

Corporal Sibley.

You will defeat this obstacle today.

Yes, gunnery sergeant.

Get up, Sibley, get up!

Do you wanna be a Recon Marine?

I am a Recon Marine.

Then why aren't you using your foot,
Sibley?

No excuse, gunnery sergeant.

Get your ass over the wall
or, I swear to God,

I'll kick it back
to wherever the hell it came from.

Yes, Gunnery Sergeant Post.

And the rest of you,
what the hell are you doing?

You are a team.
If one man fails, you all fail.

- What are you?
- Recon!

Recon, Recon, Recon.

Gunny Krycek, why were your men
outside the safety area?

According to the map,
we were inside the safety area, ma'am.

If Corporal Bell had kept his cool,

we'd all be having a cold one
at the NCO Club.

Do you need to nearly die
to have a cold beer?

That's what we do, ma'am.

We kill or we die.

There's lots of people
who don't like to think of it that way.

But you can bet they're the ones
who'll scream the loudest

if we don't do our job.

Especially when they start doing
the dying because of it.

Corporal Bell?

I'm Major MacKenzie,
Judge Advocate General Corps.

This is Lieutenant Roberts.

The doctor gave us five minutes.

Yes, ma'am.

How are you feeling?

Like I was run over by a tank.

We're trying to determine
the cause of the accident.

Can you remember anything
that might be helpful?

Just before the exercise started

I saw Captain Koonan
doing something with his map.

What was he doing?

I don't know.

Rubbing it.

Like, with dirt.

And then he took out a pencil

and drew a line on it.

Are you sure, corporal?

It was dark, remember?

He wasn't but about from me to you.

And the moon
was shining enough, ma'am.

More beer for Corporal Sibley,
wall climber.

Flyer. Wall flyer.

So, Sibley, what's the word
on Gunny Krycek?

Gunny Krycek
ought to get a medal.

- He saved Bell's ass.
- That's what I heard.

How the hell did you guys wind up
in the target area anyway?

Oh, hell, that's simple.
See, Captain Koonan...

Is the finest officer
in the Marine Corps.

Captain Koonan.

Recon.

Recon?

Take your covers off.

We don't wear them inside
in the Corps.

We're Rangers. Not jarheads.

As you were, Tesla.

These doggies are our guests.
They're here to learn from us.

The only thing
we're learning from you guys

is how to use the head.

As you were.

Gunny.

Sitting down.

I gotta admire your restraint, gunny.

You held off decking that jerk
for a good, two, maybe three seconds.

Man, I don't remember it
hurting this much.

Don't tell me
you're out of practise, gunny.

Well, you know, it's getting harder
and harder to find a good bar fight.

You got that right.

A lot of guys,
they just wanna talk things out.

We're Recon.

We don't talk. We do.

Yeah, a lot of things are getting
screwed up in this new Marine Corps.

Yeah, this whole thing
with Bell and the gunny.

So, what do you think
about Captain Koonan?

- I think he's a hell of an officer.
- You think he's too hard on the men?

- Do you?
- Reckless with their safety?

You'd have to tell me, Sergeant Tesla.
I'm the new guy here.

- You've been in combat, right?
- Yep.

In war, things don't always go
as planned.

More often than not.

Captain Koonan is famous

for interjecting problems
into the mission.

That way we gotta solve it
right then and there.

It's for our own good.

He wants to give us the confidence
to know we can get the job done.

And survive.

I'd heard a lot about the captain
before I was assigned to this unit.

That was the word on him.

His men come back alive.

I think Gunny Krycek
ought to get a medal.

The captain's put the gunny up

for a Navy-Marine Corps medal
for his heroism.

It's in Colonel Malcolm's hands now.

Colonel Malcolm?

If it were up to him, we'd all hold hands
and chant before a mission.

Attention on deck.

As you were.

You are one sorry-looking
bunch of Marines.

Sir, yes, sir.

Menaces to society.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

- Brawlers.
- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

These men are involved in a
Battalion-wide live-fire exercise today.

Without them,
the exercise cannot go forward.

Sir, I have no authorization
to release them.

What do these look like
to you, Marine?

Captain's bars, sir.

And they are all the authorization
you need.

Fall in on the captain.

Recon Recruit Team Red Dog Five
present and accounted for, sir.

- There's only one thing I wanna know.
- Sir.

How did the men perform?

Outstanding, sir.

How can that be,
Gunnery Sergeant Post?

My men ended up in the brig.

Did you see any Rangers
in the brig, First Sergeant Creed?

Not one Ranger, sir.

Rangers are in sick bay, sir.

I see.

How do you feel about that,
first sergeant?

I'm appalled by their conduct, sir.

The first sergeant and I
are appalled, gunny.

Yes, sir, I thought you would be, sir.

It will not happen again.

No, sir.

The close-quarter battle exercise
today will be your last.

Screw it up

and you will not become
Recon Marines.

So there is only one
possible outcome, gentlemen.

Success.

Sir, yes, sir.

Gunny, briefing is at 1300.

Aye, aye, sir.

Outstanding.

You men get some Z's.
It's gonna be a long day. Fall out.

Aye, aye, sir.

Major?

It is the custom
to salute an officer, gunny.

Yes, ma'am.

You are loving
this new relationship, aren't you?

Not as much as you're loving
your new infantry career.

Well, it has its kicks, yes.

Corporal Bell
regained consciousness last night.

- Did you get a statement?
- I did.

Corporal Bell claims
he saw Captain Koonan

deliberately alter his map.

What have you learned?

Koonan is famous
for interjecting problems

into his training exercises.

Looks like he went too far this time.

We don't know that, Mac.

All we have is a statement
from a corporal who couldn't hack it.

- You like Koonan, don't you?
- I respect him.

He may be hard on his men.

He may push the envelope
or bend the rules a little but...

Yeah, or break the rules.

Now, I don't know that
for sure, Mac.

But I do know that his Marines
are some of the best-trained I've seen.

His come back alive
and in one piece.

Not Bell. Not Krycek.

Colonel Malcolm wants
a preliminary report from me by 1200.

You don't have anything
to give him yet.

I have a damaging statement.

And there appears to be a pattern
of conduct involved.

All you have is hearsay.

If interjecting problems
jeopardises their safety,

then he's a bad officer.

- It's as simple as that.
- How do you train men for war, Mac?

You can't have a war
if your Marines are dead

before the damn thing starts.

You cannot ruin a man's career
without proof.

Based on what you know,

do you believe Captain Koonan
should be relieved of command?

Sir, it's my duty to investigate.

It's also my duty to keep the results
of that investigation confidential

until I've completed it.

Under the circumstances,
that's not an option, major.

I can't let Captain Koonan
be made a scapegoat, sir.

- Is that what you think I'm doing?
- No, sir.

But inadvertent things happen
when the controls are removed.

Well, damn it, major.
I didn't remove the controls.

If Captain Koonan placed his men
outside the safety area,

then he's responsible
for putting two of them in sick bay.

If someone is injured on this exercise
because of Captain Koonan,

I will have your oak leaf.

Fall in.

Recon Team Red Dog Five
present or accounted for, sir.

Post.

At ease.

There is an enemy force
in and around the target village.

Intel tells us

there are two or three Marine POWs
being held in that village.

Battalion will attack at 1600.

The attack will be preceded
by an artillery barrage.

We will be inserted by helo
on the roof of a building.

We'll move down an outside stairway
into an alley.

We'll proceed through that alley
to our objective.

Remember, this is live fire.

Five minutes after you evac,
the area will be levelled by artillery.

That means you could get hurt,
or killed,

if you are not well clear.

Who are you?

We're the best, sir. Recon.

Then prove it.

Will there be anything else, sir?

Did you find my briefing
inadequate, gunny?

Sir, I was wondering
if there was something

you might have skipped over
or left out, sir?

If I have,
then you will deal with it, gunny.

Sir, I'm not worried about me
dealing with it.

I train my men the best way I know
how to become warriors.

Recon Marines are not as other men,
Gunnery Sergeant Post.

Do it.

Aye, aye, sir.

Listen up.

Your success today
will prove you are Recon Marines.

Captain's made it perfectly clear
that this mission is dangerous.

You've heard of Murphy's Law,
gentlemen?

Well, you can count on one thing.

On this mission,
Murphy will make an appearance.

All right, pay attention, gentlemen.

Intel says there were two
or three POWs in the building

across the street
from our insertion point.

If Intelligence is wrong,
we will proceed, building by building

until we locate each and every POW.
Understood?

- Got it, gunny.
- Roger that, gunny.

This is where we earn
that Recon title, gentlemen.

Get some.

Angel One, this is Big Bird.
Red Dog Team has been inserted.

Ready your weapon, staff sergeant.

Go.

Go.

Bad guys.

- POWs?
- Negative, gunny.

- Negative, gunny.
- Negative.

Regroup.

Next target. Go.

Cover.

That is one squared-away team,
first sergeant.

They damn sure are, sir.

Are you up for promotion,
first sergeant?

Go.

Clear.

Clear. Two POWs.

Allard, help Sibley free the POWs.

Check for injuries. Tesla, radio.

Red Dog One, Red Dog Five.
POWs are secure.

Red Dog One, this is Red Dog Five.
Do you read?

Do you read?

Their radio
is supposed to be inoperable.

- Do you read?
- Not ours.

Captain Koonan's radio is inop.

I knew it. I caught him, gunny.

I saw the captain
switching my radio with his.

So I switched them back.

Both the POWs appear to have
leg wounds from the shackles, gunny.

Assume they can't walk.

- Got it, gunny.
- Angel One, Red Dog Five.

POWs are secure.
Will call when we've cleared the area.

Stand by for artillery coordinates,
staff sergeant.

Clear.

We've got 10 mikes before ordinance
turns this vil into a nightmare.

Go.

Stand by, weapons.

They're clear.

Tesla, radio.

Angel One, Red Dog Five.
Angel One, Red Dog Five.

We are clear of the objective.
Repeat, we are clear of the objective.

Go.

Fire mission
grid, alpha, bravo 323441.

Direction, 6139.

Tesla.

POW, gunny.

Damn it, Tesla.
Clear out, that's an order.

Get out of there.
Get the hell out of there!

Damn it. Rags.

Damn.

Tesla! Sergeant Tesla!

My leg!

Continue with the mission, Sibley.
You've got it. I'm going back for Tesla.

Gunny, we've got incoming ordinance
in less than five minutes.

Tesla's got a radio. I'll call to abort.
Now, get out of here.

Damn it. First sergeant,
get this vehicle to Battalion.

We have five minutes
to stop that artillery.

Aye, aye, skipper.

- Ready on three.
- Three, sir?

Ready on five.

What the hell is this?

I need a radio.

We don't have one, sir.
But Battalion's just up the road.

I know where Battalion is, Marine.

- Get this damn thing out of this hole.
- Yes, sir.

Sorry, gunny.
I thought those rags were a POW.

If we would have left him behind,
we wouldn't graduate.

Don't worry.
Let's get you out of here.

- How's that leg?
- Not too good. I think it's broke.

So is this radio.

All right.

Here it goes.

Dig, damn it.

Try it, private. Take it slow.

She's pretty well stuck, skipper.

There is no way in hell
a piece of retrograde steel

is gonna defeat a bunch
of able-bodied Marines.

Now, put your shoulders
to the damn thing.

Go. Push.

Get out of here, gunny.
Artillery's gonna turn this place to dust.

I'm not leaving without you, Tesla.

- What are you doing back here?
- We're a team, aren't we, gunny?

Fire for effect on my command.

Rock it. Rock it, damn it.

Now, you get this piece of junk
out of my way, private.

Move out.

Now.

Fire.

- Get out of here.
- Lift.

Fire.

Fire.

Fire, fire.

Colonel, ceasefire.
My men haven't cleared the village.

Ceasefire! Ceasefire!

They stopped.

They radioed
that they were in the clear.

- What the hell happened?
- They went back into the village, sir.

Then why the hell
didn't they get on the horn?

- I don't know.
- Why didn't you?

I disabled my team's comm gear.

Somehow the radios got switched.

You disabled your team's
comm gear?

I took out a transmitter
and put it in my office.

Just like I smudged out
the safety perimeter on my map.

I wanted my men
to taste the cordite, sir.

To know the fear of a close barrage.

I have created problems like that
since I've been with this command.

It is the method I use
to train my men.

Did you hear that,
Major MacKenzie?

Lieutenant Roberts?

Colonel Malcolm did not know.

Hey, gunny.

Thanks.

This is terrific.

Outstanding.

This kind of publicity
will go a long way

towards letting people know
what Recon's all about.

Excellent job, major, lieutenant.

I don't know
that we deserve thanks, sir.

Nonsense.

You helped to expose
a training method

that was putting
my men's lives at risk.

An official letter of reprimand
will become

part of Captain Koonan's
permanent record

and he will be leaving the Corps.

John Wayne is dead.

I liked you better in camos.

Well, I enjoyed wearing them.

You were a credit to the uniform.

Thank you for bringing my men out,
gunny.

Well, hell, captain, they teach you
a few things in the Navy too.

- I just saw Corporal Bell. He's...
- Gonna be fine.

I know.
I visited him early this morning.

I hate to see the Corps
lose an officer like you, sir.

Just as well.

I don't understand this new Corps.

And I don't think
it's right for the country.

I hope you're wrong
about that, captain.

Time will tell, commander.

Time will tell.