the sun and moon.  the ebb and flow of the pacific tides.  global warming.  the very angle of the earth upon its axis.  these are just some of the things i control in my world.
you may think that you are the brightest, the best, the strongest. i assure you, that is a total delusion on your part. it is my job to show you just how weak human beings can truly be. 60 percent of you will not finish this course. how do i know? because that is an historical fact.
poles down.
now for the bad new: i always like to get one quitter on the first day. and until i do, the first day does not end. so look around right now -- go on, do it. i wonder who it's gonna be.
now make like sugar cookies and roll in the sand for me.
collect those poles, gentlemen. still a lotta beachfront you haven't seen.
pain is your friend. you ally. it will keep you awake in times of emergency.  it will tell you when you are seriously injured.  it will keep you angry and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. but you know the best thing about pain?
it lets you know that you aren't dead yet.
who's it gonna be. i just wonder, who is it gonna be.
you have noticed a ship's bell hanging at the west side of this courtyard. if, at any time, you feel you cannot continue with your training -- that bell is your salvation. strike it three times, and the ordeal is over.
yes, it is a long walk. so i'll make it as easy as i can.
now you don't have to watch me watching you break rank. because i know someone here wants to do it.
now i know what you're thinking.
"can i really take 15 weeks of this bubonic asshole?" if you don't know the answer to that question, the answer is "no, you cannot." and that is another historical fact. so do it. admit you don't have what it takes.  admit you are out of your depth -- or we're all heading back to the beach right now. instructors! time hack!
six.  five.  four.  three.  two.  one.  hack! the time is now 12-hundred. the sun is shining brightly. plenty of daylight left for another phone-pole run.
leave your helmet there, stamm. back to the barracks.
the rest of you should remember one thing. the only easy day was today. lieutenant wickwire? turning it over to you.
england, 88 seconds. you're good to go for the slide-for-life. wickwire, roll back till you get south of 90.
cortez, 93 seconds. o'neil, 94. cortez, do a little rescue-recovery on your gonads and line up again. o'neil.  move ahead.
you heard me. move on.
educate her, pyro.
twice now, i have said the words "move on."
body heat. in situations of extreme cold, you can always count on body heat to keep you alive -- and i do not mean your own. we will break you of the cultural barriers that dictate you should not invade another man's space. are any of you in a situation of extreme cold right now?
then why aren't you all over the man next to you?
check your watch, pyro. seems fast.
remember, all this is completely voluntary. for any of you who don't want to continue, instructor johns is now serving coffee and danish at the ambulance.
any takers?
you want another minute to think about this? huh? do any of you want to reconsider?
johnson. get 'em out of my scan.
everybody out.
every class has its surprises, pyro. this one'll be no different.
boat five -- wickwire, cozad, vinyl, intagliata, ayers, and wise. lieutenant wickwire is your senior officer. follow his orders to your death.
boat six -- england, o'neil, mccool, montgomery, cortez, and slutnik. lieutenant england is your senior officer.
somebody got a problem with the muster?
boat seven.
your boat just hit razor coral. what do you do now?
crew six! stand by!
next recovery! keep goin', keep goin'!
you know, the israelis.
 they tried women in the 1967 war. female soldiers.
it seems the men couldn't get used to the sight of women blown open and their viscera hanging from tree limbs. israeli men would linger over wounded females -- often to the detriment of the mission, often endangering their own lives. they don't use women anymore.
for pulling a 210-pound man out of a burning barrack in saudi arabia.
could you have pulled that 210-pound man clear, lieutenant?
females in combat situations impact unit cohesion. men fight better without women around. and that is an historical fact.
england went out with a stress fracture. that puts you in charge, lieutenant.
you were commissioned one month earlier, which makes you the senior officer. remember. there are no bad crews -- only bad leaders.
what is your father's name?
simple question, lieutenant. no reason not to answer. what is your father's name?
any brothers? sisters?
are you hungry? what's your favorite food? we'll try to get it for you.
you are in the cage, o'neil. right here, right now.
right down to your worthless womb, and i'll tell you why. this is my island. my world. and here i can get away with shit that would get me arrested anywhere else in the world. take another scan of my little joy- boy outside. if i can do that to a navy seal, what's gonna happen to you? huh?
why didn't you shoot the woman, o'neil?
she led us right to you. that's no threat?
would you have shot if it was a man?
the others already told me, o'neil. they wanted to shoot, but you wouldn't let them. because you went soft on another women --
that's what your crew said. are they lying? or are you?
i'm not the one who got five good men thrown in a bamboo cage. you wear the bars, you made the call, and you got your whole crew --
you think we should go easy on women, o'neil?
do you?
i'm so glad we agree.
didn't you know you'd be raped if you were captured? didn't you even think about that?
i think we oughtta practice it, just so you know what to expect.
any of you can stop this! just give me the location of one more hide- site, and it ends right here!
three crews are still on this island somewhere. who knows where?
who's gonna tell me? who's gonna be chivalrous and stop this abuse? what, you want to see her get mauled? is that it?
she's fine! when i put you down, o'neil, take the hint and stay down.
i am saving your life, o'neil. you may not know it, but i do. you're an inferior soldier, a bad officer, and i don't want you learning that inconvenient truth when you're stuck in a muddy bomb crater behind enemy lines and don't know how the fuck to get out. you get out now, o'neil. seek life elsewhere. and if you can't do it in front of me, do it behind my back.
we're done here.
you don't think she'd be raped if she were captured? you don't think the threat of rape would be used to leverage the men?
i've had it. just because they pay me like a baby-sitter doesn't mean i'm gonna be one.
she's an officer. there's a higher standard.
of course it is. and i'm gonna stay on her until everyone realizes this is not some bullshit equal-rights thing, that real lives are gonna be lost. maybe mine, maybe yours.
i think you probably would -- if you didn't know i was right.
stand fast!
well, i'm trying to figure out if you're stupid, unlucky, gluttonous -- or some new alloy of all three.
okay, o'neil. so you've impressed all the others. now try me.
four.  three.  two.  one.  hack!
final assignment! each crew will be dropped 12 miles out! between you and the shore is a network of mines and underwater obstacles! you will clear the obstacles, you will tag the mines with your crew number! you have until 18-hundred to make landfall!
remember! the one thing you can count on in any mission is that anything mechanical will fail! if you get stuck out here, do not call me, for you will no longer be in my class! try the coast guard!
what happening?!
base, this is basher one. i've got a small problem here. do you copy?
got one other heartbeat here, looks touch and go. i've got a questionable leg.
managed to activate the elb. if you just radio base and let them know, they'll fix on that. oh, and make sure they send a helo with a winch -- door's blocked by a reef. over.
say again? how many micks?
that.  may not be adequate.
got it.
this mission wasn't about tagging mines. it was to see how you coped with mechanical failures. pretty fuckin' ironic, huh?
why'd it have to be her.
o'neil.