Original subtitles

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- [Drill Instructor] 10, 9, 8, 7, 6!

Five! (indistinct yelling)

Four!

Three!

Two!

One!

- [Drill Instructor] "DI Got in my Face".

- [Narrator] The Marine Corps recruit depot, San Diego,

the training ground for the deadliest

fighting force in the world.

And yet, the urge to fall asleep is strong.

(hand slapping)

- Good morning, sir.

Recruit West requesting permission

to speak to Drill Instructor Sergeant Jacks, sir!

- [Jacks] What do you want, pig?

- [Narrator] Alas, in the purgatory of the squad bay,

we witness two juvenile recruits

disturb the natural habitat of the drill instructor.

- Tight, so you refuse to train!

And you, the squad leader?

What would the mothers of America think?

- [Narrator] The reward for a job well done

is more responsibility.

And today, we observe the squad leader

suffer the consequences of his peer's inadequacy.

- Keep it quiet!

Hey, turd.

There's two ways!

- [Narrator] Observe the escalation.

The recruit is faced with the impossible question

that we've always asked ourselves.

"What will you do if a drill instructor gets in your face?"

A primal assertion of the drill instructor's dominance

over the recruit has been made.

The recruit marked by the alpha,

attempts to claim his own dignity.

A declaration of war.

The recruit has welcomed certain death.

(door slams)

(distant troops chanting)

(gentle dramatic music)

- [Hayes] Drill Instuctor!

- What the fuck are you doing?

- [Narrator] Death is imminent.

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As the dust settles, a sinister plan brews.

Here in recruit training, swift death is deemed too gentle.

Instead, enduring trauma on the quarter deck

is the chosen path , where the slow burn of pain

etches deep and permanent scars.

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- Hey, that shit fucking happens.

I get it, but.

You good?

- I'm good.

(Squad leader exclaiming)

- [Hayes] What the fuck is this?

(blows thumping)

Fuck, yeah. See?

- (exclaiming) Piece of shit.

- [Narrator] Today the lines blurred

between discipline and abuse. - Yeah, kill him!

- [Narrator] We discovered today what they say is true.

The Marine Corps takes care of itself.

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- Fire watch!

You didn't see shit!

- Oh no, we're good, right?

We're good, huh, or what?

That's what I'm talking about.

- What's in that log book?

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- [Drill Instructor] Present, Arms!

(pen scribbling)

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