Annapolis Page #2

I am someone who knows

exactly what it takes to become an officer.

And I will accept nothing less from you.

If that's not what you signed up for,

there's nothing wrong with that.

Just let me know now.

Just raise your hand.

All right.

Let's go for a little jog.

(woman) Go!

Go, go.

Move it!

Come on, Huard.

Let's go.

Risa, what are you doing?

Come on, let's go.

Move it. Oh, God...

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Faster, come on.

Let's go, let's go. Move it.

Come on, let's go. Move it, move it.

Yo, move it, move it.

You letting this girl beat you, Nance?

Move it, go.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

- Come on, Loo.

- (man) Don't let him beat you, Loo.

Don't let him beat you.

- Come on, Huard.

- (man) Come on, Loo, move those feet.

Move those feet!

Run it out, Huard, run it out.

- Good job, Loo. You too, Huard.

- (man) Let's go, Estrada.

- (woman) Come on, Risa.

- Estrada, move. Move!

Finish line's right here.

Run. Keep doing it.

Come on, just a little further.

- Let's go, Echo Company.

- (man) Run it out, guys, run it out.

That's right, come on.

You're almost there.

Let's go now.

All right, a little bit more.

Good job.

- What's the problem here?

- Sir, I'm trying, sir.

- Stop trying and do it.

- Aye aye, sir.

Come on, you butterball, move it.

Move it.

There's a big juicy steak

waiting for you, and yams.

Holy sh*t! You are pathetic.

You're the only one

who can't make it up this thing.

From now on,

I'm gonna start calling you Twins.

You know why, Twins?

Because I'm carrying the weight

of two human beings, sir.

You're smart, too.

So you should be able to figure out

that if you don't get your fat ass

up this climb by the end of this year,

your fat ass is gonna be separated.

What the hell are you doing?

Just reminding myself

of what I'm fighting for.

Hey, Huard.

Don't worry. That book's

gonna be all in your head soon.

Yeah, I hope.

You should learn to make your bed first.

What?

Fold's gotta be 12 inches from the top.

Loo.

Nance.

What the hell? We only been here a week.

- Estrada.

- Nice!

Oh, this is from that chick

that I met at the shore this summer.

Ho ho!

Sorry, Carmen.

(Nance) Before you achieve,

you must believe.

Before you achieve, you must believe.

Before you achieve, you must believe.

Before you achieve, you must believe.

Hey. Doctor Phil.

Shut your hole.

(Ali) 20.

(Loo) 54, 85' north.

(Ali) 15.

(Nance) 166, 10' west.

- Let me help you.

- (Ali) 10.

I got it.

- There's a headwind here...

- I got it.

40, 80' north.

(Ali) Five.

(whispers) Come on, Jake.

Time.

Drill's over, Huard.

(Ali) Next squad, you're up.

(man) Make me a believer.

One, two, three, four...

Mike Tyson once said,

"Everybody's got a plan until they get hit."

You can say what you want about Tyson,

but that's the smartest goddamn thing

I ever heard anybody say about boxing.

Centre that weight.

You got no balance, I'd push you right over.

Aye aye, sir.

That is why we teach boxing here.

You see, the powers that be

want to see how you react

when you get popped in that mouth.

They want to see how you hold up

when your little plan goes to hell.

Get that chin down.

Want to get knocked out?

In 40 seconds

you're on the focus mitts with me.

Pretty good, Huard. You boxed before?

- A little bit.

- Yeah, you can tell.

Jab's good, straight right's pretty crisp.

Yeah. You hook like a girl, though.

I hook like a girl?

- Hey, Loo.

- Hey.

- You finished your calc homework yet?

- Ah, jeez...

- I just wanna check my answers.

- Nice try, Estrada.

- I didn't get a chance to finish mine.

- Look, I made the time.

- It's just a homework assignment.

- Sorry, man.

You know how you're gonna die, Loo?

Friendly fire.

- I'll help you.

- No offence, but I wanna pass, Huard.

What is this?

Restricted diet means no pogey bait,

Twins!

Shove off.

You do understand what "shove off"

means, don't you, Huard?

Oh, I forgot. You're a wait lister.

Well.

Since you're here, why don't you

clean up your shipmate's mess?

(clicking)

(Huard) Psst.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

What are you looking at? Porn?

It's not porn.

- (Huard) Was that parade for you?

- I'm from kind of a small town,

so me getting in here was a big deal.

I hadn't even decided to come when I

found out they were throwing me a parade.

No wonder you get mail every day.

There've only been two times in my life

my father ever told me he was proud of me.

Fourth grade, I knocked out this bully

who'd been picking on me.

And the day I received

my acceptance here.

(door opens)

Hey, you guys looking at porn?

Yeah.

Someone explain why I can't hook up with

those girls until after my plebe year?

Hook up?

Oh, man, we can't even kiss 'em.

I'd explain it.

By giving your calc score today.

Hey, hey. I got 57. That's an F+.

- Huard got a G.

- Oh, man.

All right, all right.

Hey, relax, Huard. I'm just playing.

Hey, Huard. You gotta use more polish.

That's never gonna pass.

Worry about your own, Marianne.

I'll worry about mine.

You just don't get it, do you, Huard?

We're all tied together here.

- I don't need your help, Loo.

- Yeah, you do.

Hey, I know we're four guys in a shower,

but can we keep

the testosterone to a minimum?

Hey, Jake.

Help is like sex.

Take it from whoever

and whenever you can get it.

(Ali) Nance, how's the cow?

Ma'am, she walks, she talks,

she's full of chalk.

The lactic fluid extracted from the female of

the bovine species is highly prolific to the...

fifth degree, ma'am.

- Good job, Nance. Serve yourself.

- Ma'am, thank you, ma'am.

I'll give you an easy one, rivet.

The Triton Light

has water from how many different seas?

- Sir, eight, sir.

- Are you sure?

'Cause you look

like you're guessing, Huard.

Sir, I'm sure, sir.

So you wouldn't have a problem

betting your companymates' dinner

on your answer?

Sir, no, sir.

What about their lives?

You said you were sure about the answer.

Well, if you're sure,

stakes shouldn't matter.

Loo. The Triton Light

has water from how many different seas?

Sir, seven, sir.

You just killed

everyone in your company, Huard.

Everyone scrape your plates

back onto the platter.

The worst officer is someone who guesses.

Someone who's too afraid to admit

that they don't know the right answer.

Those are the officers

who get people killed.

You bet everyone's meal, Huard.

Enjoy.

(beeping)

Sir, the uniform for noon meal formation

is Working Blues. Stripers carry swords.

The menu for the noon meal

is baked chicken, roast beef,

mashed potatoes, vegetables,

cannonballs and hard sauce.

You now have ten minutes, sir.

You don't stink so bad, Estrada.

- You been taking your showers?

- Sir, yes, sir!

All right, Estrada.

You can terminate Operation Disinfect.

Sir, aye aye, sir!

Carry on.

Finally, a goddamn night of sleep. Oorah!

Estrada, we need to talk.

- You mean talk, or talk talk?

- You lied to Whitaker.

- What the hell are you talking about?

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