You wanna earn the right to be Devil Dogs?
Welcome to the Crucible,
a 54-hour test of everything we taught you.
You will execute tactical simulations
on minimal sleep, minimal food, over 40 miles.
Move it! Faster!
If you conquer it, you'll become a Marine.
If you don't, this is where we say goodbye.
And one of you will emerge
as this platoon's Honor Man.
The Crucible is your refining fire.
Move it!
So show me what you're really made of!
Check your buddy. Ounces make pounds. Better make sure you pack right!
This is it. Crucifixion.
-The Crucible. -Yeah, same difference.
-How's that knee? -It's good enough for government service.
You got this, old man.
Gonna be a cakewalk. Got this shit on lock.
The moment we graduate, I am fucking up a bucket of fried chicken.
Chicken? Fuck that.
As soon as we ace this shit, I'm getting my dick wet.
Unless the gators wet it first.
Have you heard about the six recruits who died out there?
Out where?
See you in the swamps, boys.
Get your shit squared away.
Last looks, ding-dongs.
You okay?
I mean, it's not broken.
I'm not talking about your hand.
I'm good.
Platoon! Atten! Hoo!
Cope.
From the front to the rear. Count off.
One, two…
This meatbag's in your pack.
Jones never leaves your side.
His fuckups are yours.
Don't disappoint me.
Sir, aye, sir.
Left face!
All forward!
Move!
This is what you asked for!
Back to being Sullivan's special boy, huh?
Route, start!
March!
Move, goddamn it! Ain't a bed and breakfast!
Come on, you sons of bitches! You wanna live forever?
If it ain't raining, we ain't training! Pick up your goddamn feet!
You're not sweet enough to mouth, princess! Pick it up, ladies!
Faster! Faster! Faster! Pick it up!
-Jones, get your head down! -Jones, get back!
Hey, Cope! Your buddy Jones just got your tits blown off! Move, damn it!
Kill!
Let me hear you kill!
Kill!
Crawl faster!
Your life depends on it!
Get your head down, dumbass!
Whoo!
Let's go!
Move it!
Scream it, motherfuckers! Scream it!
Jones, pick up your shit! Hey, Cope, come and get your meatbag!
-Fuck! -Again!
Get up!
Hurry up!
Get over that wall, damn it!
I know it ain't as big as your mama! Let's move! Let's move!
You know what? We're not fucking done yet! Again!
Come on! Up!
So now you're mad?
Funny. Trey wasn't thinking about you when he was at my place last night.
Bitch, what is your problem?
Let's bring out the man.
Ladies and gentlemen, here's Trey.
Oh. Looks like you're packing.
Yeah.
Time to move on.
Do you need any help?
Mm. I got a system.
Uh, now, I know things with the Marine moms went a little bit, mm,
not good, but once a Marine mom, always a Marine mom.
I didn't lie to those women.
I never said Cameron died.
But he might as well be dead. He ran right into his own destruction.
Oh, Barbara.
He'll be all right.
Cameron's a smart boy, and Ray's there with him.
I'm sure he'll be fine.
He's a homosexual, June.
Did you know that?
I… I didn't know for sure.
But you know what they do to homosexuals in the Marines, right?
That you know for sure.
You know, I keep thinking about something from…
from when Cameron was six years old.
Uh, he was out in the front yard,
drawing something in chalk on the sidewalk.
A few neighborhood boys came by on their bicycles.
Purposely rode up onto the sidewalk, trying to scare him.
And instead of getting out of their way, you know what he did?
He looked them right in the eye, put his hands on his little hips,
and he said, "The sidewalk is for pedestrians."
For pedestrians.
Six years old.
He had such a…
He had such a little spark back then.
He… he was so unafraid.
You know… Well, then one of the boys, you know, got off his bike,
and he shoved Cameron right to the ground.
And they laughed, and they rode away.
And I sat there,
and I watched him cry.
I thought,
"Don't go to him."
"He needs to learn this."
"This will toughen him up."
You know, he needs to learn about boys on bikes.
The world is full of boys on bikes.
I keep thinking about how I didn't go to him.
You know?
How I left him to fend for himself.
Never too late
to be the mother you want to be.
Let's go. Step it up, recruits.
Night course is coming, gentlemen.
All right, ladies!
Get ready for the night course.
Twelve hours left, so ration your food.
Is that the chaplain?
-What the fuck do we need a priest for? -Somebody's getting last rites.
Bowman!
Sir, here, sir!
Holy shit, is that John?
-Damn. -Goddamn, Bowman.
-What happened to him? -Bowman, nice!
-Looking good, man! -Good job.
When you coming back to us?
Cope!
You and the meatbag. Water buffalo, two cans each. Now.
Sir, aye, sir!
I know this is terrible news.
There's a 72-hour bereavement leave.
Take you to Mainside now, get you to your family.
I'm very sorry.
Aye, sir.
What are you doing?
We gotta go.
I'm staying here.
John, Dad's dead.
We're going home.
If that's what you need to do,
then go.
I'm where I'm supposed to be.
Son.
Nobody'll blame you if you took your leave,
came back, picked up where you left off, finished with another platoon.
But we do got a training schedule.
-Yes, sir. -Gotta make your decision.
Everybody's got their own shit.
Dude, his dad just died.
Life's a kick in the dick. What do you want me to do about it?
Talk to him. Make sure he gets through this.
Why?
Because he's your boy, and that's what Marines do.
And because I'm asking.
You'd be in Rikers now if it weren't for me.
After this, my tab is paid.
Take it before I change my mind.
-Not hungry. -Don't go dark on me, Bam Bam.
Gotta eat.
Talk to him.
Just say something.
How come you two ain't going home to pay your respects?
My dad… miserable fucking prick.
But let me tell you something, when he croaks,
I'm gonna have a front-row seat at whatever hole they stick him in.
Show up, looking sharp, in my dress blues,
and I'm gonna tell him,
"Look who's the loser now, asshole."
If I was you, I would've gone home.
Stop talking.
What am I, Oprah Winfrey?
Hey, hold still.
You tell anyone about this, I'll put my foot up your ass.
You'd have to catch me first.
-What is this? -Cut up my rubber bitch, made you a brace.
What are you, Doogie Howser now?
Hey, I'm serious.
If the DIs find out I got a busted knee again,
that's it for me.
If I shit the bed now, I'll be kicked out for good.
I got no more lives left.
There. How's that feel?
All right, Doogie.
That'll work.
Fuck this. I'm starving.
And so are you.
Really in a hurry to get back to that?
Come on.
Five minutes.
Beans and franks?
I got beef stew.
Trade?
I like beans and franks.
You really don't see what's happening here?
Sullivan fucked us both.
He's using me to shape you into his own fucked-up image.
That's the only reason I'm still here.
He promised me a medical discharge if I fucked with you.
Was that before or after the woods?
When you said it was me and you, you lied to me.
Oh, and lies are suddenly an issue for you?
-You can lie with the best of us. -I never lied to you.
-Please, Cameron. -I--
You lie every day just to be here.
We both know they'd take us out with the trash
if they knew the truth about us.
Only difference between you and me,
you think they'd be right to do it.
Get up. Let's go.
I'm sorry.
Come on, get up.
I'm sorry.
Okay? I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Cameron, I don't see how a guy like you
looks at Sullivan and says, "Yeah, I wanna be like him. Sign me up."
He's not real.
I know what he looks like, but that guy is no hero.
He's just a self-hating bully.
Maybe I know more about bullies than you do.
Sullivan isn't weak.
And I'm not going back to being weak.
The fuck are you looking at, jarhead?
The company commander.
-Good afternoon, ma'am. -As you were, Senior Drill Instructor.
You, with me.
You owe me an explanation, Sergeant.
I have a sheriff on base looking for a Marine
who almost killed a civilian in a bar fight.
Put the son of a bitch in ICU. Still in a coma.
Do you know anything about that?
Because they've got a good description.
Show me your hands, Sergeant.
I'll take what comes, ma'am.
Here's what's coming.
The family is pressing charges.
It's a felony. Do you understand?
That's it. Your whole career, your reputation,
all of it gone over some pissant?
I told you I had your back if this Guam thing--
There's nothing you could do, ma'am.
So you'd rather be dishonorably discharged for almost killing a man?
Fuck them.
And fuck you for letting them win.
I would pull your ass off this field right now,
but I don't have the manpower to cover you.
And I'm not putting my recruits in harm's way.
You will finish your mission.
Every single one of these recruits comes back to me a Marine.
And then you're done. Is that clear, Sergeant?
Yes, ma'am.
Here?
Yes, ma'am.
-Marine Corps! -I'll be a Marine till the day I die
Marine Corps!
-No. -Jones! Jones!
Sir!
Sir, I did what you wanted. Cameron's back on your program.
I just need you to sign my medical discharge like you promised.
Please, sir.
The situation has changed, recruit. You're on your own.
I was winning.
Pack it up.
God.
I'll be damned.
John.
What, Cody?
If you got something to say, say it.
I can't show up without you.
Bullshit.
Bullshit, Cody.
You don't get to come to me now
just because you finally figured out that you can't do this by yourself.
Our whole lives,
you and Dad said that I was the weak one
and that I was the coward and that I was the failure.
You know what I realized?
I'm not the one that needs a brother.
Rise and shine, ladies! Out of your tents!
Get up! Get up, recruits! Move!
Let's go, maggots! Wake up!
Good morning, ladies! Time to get to work!
Jones?
Break down your shelters! Pack your gear!
Step out for Mainside in four minutes!
What happened?
With Jones?
I woke up, and he was gone.
Copy. Out.
Search and rescue is on its way.
That Jones kid had a screw loose, but I never thought he'd go UA.
He's impulsive. He's not stupid.
CRIP platoon had him under observation for sleepwalking.
If he hit the swamps, he's in trouble.
Let me off leash, senior. Every minute counts.
I'm sure that they'll find him. Just keep your eyes on the prize. Right?
Do me a favor. Tell them I didn't go UA.
What? Cam!
What are you doing, Cope?
Front and center now.
You too, McAffey.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum.
You wanna tell me what the fuck you two think you're doing?
Sir, the drill instructor said Jones is in this recruit's pack, sir.
Sir, Cope is in this recruit's pack.
-Sir. -32 Charlie.
This is Foxtrot Actual. Over.
This is 32 Charlie. I have two stowaways, Cope and McAffey.
I'm dispatching them back to camp. Over.
Negative. You escort them back. I'm pulling you out.
All due respect, ma'am,
my orders were to return all recruits, and that's what I'm gonna do. Out.
This is a direct order--
Hardball's two clicks east.
You will meet the platoon there. On the double.
Aye, sir.
Cam.
Look, Sullivan just disobeyed a direct order.
He is in deep shit. If we don't go back right now, we are too.
You're right. You're not getting in trouble for me. Head back.
-I'm not gonna leave you here. -Ray, I got this.
You don't need to take care of me anymore.
I'll be okay.
I got this.
Trust me.
I'll see you back at Mainside.
Explain this shit to me, recruit.
I wanna understand how you came to believe
you're special enough to disobey my orders and leave my platoon!
-Sir-- -Shut your fucking mouth!
Here I thought you were Honor Man material.
You can kiss that shit goodbye.
-Out of my sight! -Sir, aye, sir!
Platoon, route, step. March!
Twenty bucks says Jones is face down in the mud.
Fifty bucks says he's alligator food.
He's halfway to Florida by now. Good for him. He's the only sane one here.
Fuck that.
USMC, you signed the motherfucking contract.
Popping smoke is a bitch-ass move. Ain't that right, Bam Bam?
You don't walk out on your fucking brothers.
What kind of bullshit is that?
Fucking pussy.
I would have fucked him up.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Cody, get your ass back here!
No! John!
I'm trying to help, asshole.
Well, shit.
Dad is dead!
-Get the fuck off! -Fuck.
Stop!
-We're going home right now! -Stand down!
-Hey! Relent! Relent, goddamn it! -John!
Relent.
Relent. Relent.
Get him in a chase vehicle. Take him to the chaplain.
I told you to go back.
If you can ignore an order, so can I.
I heard what the captain said.
They're forcing you out?
What, so that's it?
What happened to once a Marine, always a Marine?
-No more talking. -No.
I did everything that you asked me to do.
I passed all your stupid tests to prove I was good enough for you
and for the Marines, then you just blow it all up?
It… makes no sense.
You make no sense.
Jones was right about you.
-You wanna be like Jones? -No, I wanted to be like you.
How old are you, Cope?
Eighteen.
Sir.
The same age as me when I joined.
You know, when I first went to my recruiter's office,
he told me I was underweight.
I was skinnier than you back then.
I told him I'd come back.
I put on the pounds, but, uh…
he must've been low on his quota
'cause he wasn't gonna let me go that easy.
He took me that day to my physical.
Before I stepped on the scales,
he taped a piece of metal to my leg so I'd make weight.
I asked him after, "Wasn't that cheating?"
"Didn't Marines look down on that sort of thing?"
He said it wasn't wrong as long as you made it right in the end.
That's not true of all things.
Not everything gets made right.
I'm…
I'm not the guy on the poster, Cope.
But I wanted that too.
What'd the captain mean?
"You'd rather be discharged for almost killing a man than…"
One thing you're not, Cope, is stupid.
Help.
Vernon, Rubin, let's go!
Hey. Come on, grab my arm.
No. I'm done. I'm done.
Come on.
Recruits must complete the Crucible on their own strength, McAffey.
Your help is not helping.
Gonna quit five minutes before the finish line?
-You need a medic? -Sir, no, sir.
Then pick it up!
That's all you gotta do.
-What are you doing? -Hey, just keep walking.
Share the load, boys.
-He can carry his own shit. -Come on. Pitch in.
I pitched in enough today.
Yeah, not bad, Oprah.
Hey, pass it on.
Hey. This one you carry.
You're gonna be okay.
First aid kit's in my pack.
Three cheers for fraudulent enlistment, eh, boys?
Save your strength.
He needs a splint.
-Foxtrot Actual, this is 32 Charlie. -Send it.
I have Recruit Jones here. Compound fracture, laceration.
He's stable. Requesting a medevac and corpsmen at the hardball. Over.
Dispatching. Over.
Good to go, sir. What now?
Lock it in, you potato heads!
Move them gravy legs!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
I'll see you in hell, Devil Dog.
Save me a seat.
Front row center.
-Are you injured, recruit? -No, ma'am.
Where's Sergeant Sullivan?
This recruit doesn't know, ma'am.
Congratulations, Marine.
You earned this shit… Marine.
Congratulations, Marine.
Semper fi, Marine.
Ma'am, this recruit would like to finish the Crucible.
Semper fi.
Congratulations, Marine.
Get your ass over here, Cam!
Come on, Cope!
-Permission to step it up, ma'am? -Permission granted, recruit!
Let's go! Come on!
Sweat dries.
Blood clots.
Bones heal.
But what you just earned
will never fade.
Now go out there and fuck 'em with the whole dick.
-Oorah! -Oorah!
Take us home, Honor Man.
Forward!
March!
Eyes, right!
What is your name, recruit?
Do you wanna be a Marine?
Yes, sir!
Oorah!
Good to go, sir.
What now?
You take him from here.
Sir?
My job was to train you.
I may have been too hard on you.
I was just trying to prepare you the best I could.
I'm sorry I let you down,
but you don't need me anymore.
You're ready, Cope.
You're a Marine now.
Ready! Front!
All right, you knuckleheads, one more. Everyone say, "Green Weenie!"
Green Weenie!
Now one with your dad.
Well done, son.
Introduce me.
Oh, sir, these are the scruits…
Staff Sergeant.
These are my parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Nash, I'm Staff Sergeant McKinnon.
You must be very proud of this Marine.
I must admit, he looks good.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
-I forgot to ask you your name. -Yeah, you did.
But I got you a graduation present anyway.
Enjoy your day, Marine.
You too, Marine.
Wait, so what is it?
Guess you're gonna have to call me and find out.
Private First Class Cope?
-Yes, Staff Sergeant. -Captain would like to have a word.
Oh.
Look at you.
Your mother has brought something to my attention
that wasn't disclosed on your application.
Is it possible that you misrepresented yourself?
It's not his fault.
It's my fault. I never told him.
Uh, when you were four years old, we were living in Minneapolis, right?
Do you remember that little yellow house with the creaky porch?
There was a cut-off age to enroll you in kindergarten,
but you were eight months shy, which was… it was inconvenient.
So… I may have tweaked your birth certificate just a little bit.
You're not 18. You're 17.
I don't understand.
Well, uh… um…
You're a minor, sweetheart.
A minor can't just run away and join the Marines.
It's not true. She's lying.
You lie. You always lie.
Not this time, sweetheart.
This is good news.
Like, they gotta let you go now. You know, you're free.
Without a signed waiver from your mother, your enlistment is invalid.
You're saying that I would have to leave?
That I'm not a Marine?
It's as if it never even happened.
But it did happen.
And for that, I'm truly sorry.
Permission to make a head call, ma'am?
What's it gonna take, Cameron,
to see what's right in front of you?
She's giving us a way out.
What if I don't want a way out?
You wanted me to stand up for myself.
To be strong. To change. And I did.
Here. With them.
With my brothers.
Nobody gave it to me.
I earned it.
And now you know what you're capable of.
But it's time to go.
She can't just come in here and take away everything like she always--
Cameron, this isn't about her.
You know what happens if you stay here.
You'll end up defeated like Jones or broken like Sullivan.
-You don't know that. -Yes, you do.
What if it's not that simple?
-What if I can find my own way? -Cameron, wake up!
If you wanna learn from Sullivan, then learn from Sullivan.
Living a lie is too high a price.
The longer that you stay here,
the more you'll betray who you really are.
Until one day,
you won't remember who that is,
and I'll be gone.
What happens to me?
You said you were sorry that I came here.
I am sorry.
If you're truly sorry, show me.
-Sign the waiver. -Cameron.
-I'm asking you to do one thing for me. -Please think about this.
This isn't you.
It is now.
Thank you.
Whatever else you want to be…
you will always be my son.
Square it away, Private.
Squared away, ma'am.
Then go join your brothers.
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-ch-changes
Don't tell them to grow up And out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes…
Hey, always meant to tell you, thank you for that third pull-up.
That was all you.
Time may change me
But you can't trace time…
We did it, man!
-Yeah. -We're Marines!
-Come on. -Thank you.
Hicks, I love you!
Ah, changes are taking
The pace I'm goin' through…
-What? -It's just Nash.
The dress blues. Honor Man.
That could've been you.
You lost Honor Man because of me.
I would never choose Honor Man over you.
There's no honor in that.
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes…
Besides… Honor Man is a state of mind.
But you are picking up my bar tabs for the rest of our lives.
Deal.
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time…
I heard what you did for Jones.
I heard what you did for Cody.
Yeah, well…
that's what Marines do.
Someday, somebody's gonna make you Wanna turn around and say goodbye
Until then, baby…
Now let's get fucked-up!
And make you cry…
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
-Oorah! -Oorah!
Explosive development near the Persian Gulf.
Word that Iraq has invaded the neighboring state of Kuwait,
with fighting reported along the border right now.
And Washington is confirming
Kuwaiti and Iraqi troops are indeed moving in shortly before dawn.
The residents say that they were awakened by machine gun fire and heavy artillery.
For weeks, a hundred thousand Iraqi troops
have been reported massing near the border.
The Arab countries have been trying this month to defuse this building crisis.
I sent Secretary of Defense Dick Cheney
to discuss cooperative measures we can take.
The Saudi government requested our help.
And I responded to that request
by ordering US air and ground forces to deploy to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.
Iraq's invasion now threatens the stability of the entire Gulf region.
The big question is, will the arrival of American troops
bring an end to Saddam Hussein's aggression,
or will this new escalation plunge the world into an even wider war?
Just like summer camp.
Mm-num-ba-da
Dum-bum-ba-bay
Doo-bah-dum-ba-bay-bay
Pressure
Pushing down on me
Pressing down on you
No man ask for
Under pressure
That brings a building down
Splits a family in two Puts people on streets
Um-ba-ba-bay
De-day-da
Ee-day-da
That's okay
It's the terror of knowing What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Day-day-de
Chipping around Kick my brains around the floor
These are the days It never rains, but it pours
Ee-do-ba-buh