Battalion Page #3

I'd be honored, sir.

Fortunately, we have

some time though.

For now, the 15th is

taking some time to rest,

to take stock and recharge.

We're all needed after the hell

we went through over there.

We lost a lot of good Marines.

Yeah, it was a

sh*t storm, all right,

but we still kicked their asses,

and we will do the same

again when we take

the fight up to these metal

bastards across the Pacific.

But right now, we got

a bunch of new recruits

heading off to Paris

Island for training,

and I need someone who

can kick 'em into shape

before they ship

out in 10 weeks.

You think you can do that?

Certainly, sir.

There are counselors on that

base there too, Lieutenant.

I know nothing will

ever make it right,

but they can help you cope.

Yeah...

There ain't no therapy

like screaming your ass off

at a bunch of wet

knuckleheads (laughs).

Am I right, Lieutenant?

(laughing)

Look, I need my best men

in this fight, Jackson.

So, you do whatever

you gotta do.

Go check on your

brother, John, right?

He's on his way to Paris

Island right now.

I have my doubts

about him, sir.

Well, if anyone can make

soldiers of these boys,

it's you, Lieutenant.

I'll certainly try, sir.

I know you will.

The more we push him, Colonel,

the worse it'll be for

him when he breaks.

I'm all right with that, Major.

Just as long as we win.

(clears throat)

Is this seat taken?

I'm Tracy.

Oh, John.

You can probably call me Blake.

Oh, right, sir names, yeah.

Uh, Gleeson.

So, has anyone shouted

in your face yet?

No.

- Does that really happen?

- Yeah, I think so.

Oh.

To be honest this was kind of

a spur of the moment thing.

I don't know how I

feel about it yet.

Not much we can

do about it now.

Yeah, I think that's only

just starting to hit me.

What the hell are

you knuckleheads doing?

Get your asses out

here and fall in line?

Move, move, move!

Stand up straight!

Eyes front!

What is your name?

Eyes front, god dammit!

When I give you an

order, you will obey.

Now what the f*** is your name?

Dreyfus, sir.

No, it is not!

What is your name?

Eyes front, god dammit!

Lewis, sir!

No, it is not!

What is your name?

Wilcox, sir!

Wrong!

What is your name!

Gleeson, sir, it

really is Gleeson!

No, it is not!

What is your name?

It's John Blake, really.

It's on my driver's license

if you wanna take a look.

Really?

You wanna show me

your drivers license?

Then show it to me!

No?

That's right, you can't

show me your drivers license

because all your stuff

was confiscated

before you arrived

on this island!

So, were you just being

a smart ass, recruit?

Were you being a god

damn smart ass?

Yes, sir, I was being

a smart ass, sir.

Get your face on the floor,

and give me 20 pushups for

being a god damn smart ass!

Now, sh*t brain!

Does anyone else feel

like being a smart ass?

No?

Good!

Because that attitude

will get you,

the man fighting beside you,

and everyone you fight

to protect all dead.

We are at war with an

enemy that does not care

who you are or who

you think you are.

It does not care about

honor and glory.

It is here to wipe everything

you have ever known

off the face of the earth.

Your pride as a Marine, your

service to your country,

your sacrifice for

the greater good.

All count for nothing!

The only thing standing

between the machines

and total annihilation

of the human race

is your ability to aim

your gun and shoot.

You are either a

machine killer...

Or you are dead.

Now...

For the last god damn time...

What is your name?

How about machine killer, sir?

Say it like you mean it?

Machine killer, sir!

What is your name?

Machine killer, sir!

What is your name?

Machine killer, sir!

What is your name?

[All In Unison]

Machine killer, sir!

Good, mess hall, five minutes.

If you're late, you're out!

Chris?

That's Lieutenant, recruit.

Sorry, sir.

You did the right

thing by joining up,

but my job is to watch over

the first wave of new recruits,

not pat you on the back.

You work hard, you

follow orders.

And don't f*** this up.

(gunfire)

Stay calm!

(gunfire)

Breath!

(gunfire)

Your weapon is your ally!

(gunfire)

Read it well!

And it will protect you!

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

Relax those

shoulders, Gleeson.

(gunfire)

Nice work.

(gunfire)

Let me ask you a question.

Who here has seen

an enemy drone?

You from Los Angeles?

So, you know what

we're up against?

Yeah, I've seen

what they can do.

After seeing the horrors

that these drones can cause,

this man...

Chooses to fight.

What would you do?

Why don't we find out?

Your instinct is right.

The first thing you do when

you see an enemy drone is hide.

You...

You would've been shot.

We've been collecting

these things

ever since they showed

up in the South Pacific,

and believe me, we are

doing everything we can

to figure them out.

Luis?

If you can control the things,

why aren't we using them

against the machines?

We've tried.

The machines just

override our signal.

Anything we send into battle,

ends up being used against

out our own soldiers.

Hell, even our own

drones are susceptible

to hijacking from the

enemy carriers, no!

Right now we are

depending on the best

most reliable weapon we have.

That's us.

Soldiers, like you and me.

This machine can see you.

It can hear you.

Hell, it can smell

you from miles away,

and it is very, very fast.

But it has a few weaknesses.

Weakness number one...

Enemy drones rely on

their carrier to recharge.

If they get cut off

from their carrier,

they will go to grounds

to conserve energy.

Finding this out is

what saved Los Angeles.

Weakness number two!

These things are damned heavy!

So, when they hover...

Or they jump...

They create a distinct

seismic pattern,

which we can detect from

up to five miles away

using these things!

And we call them scan sticks.

These will save your life.

So use them, often!

All right, let's go!

Move it out!

(upbeat electronic music)

(gunfire)

(suspenseful electronic music)

(whistling)

Well, I'll be damned.

What the hell?

Blake...

He saved your asses.

(mid-tempo instrumental music)

You're the only fighter

team to figure that out

on their first

attempt, well done.

You'll probably still die.

But you'll die a Marine.

- If I die in a gunman zone

- If I die in a gunman zone

- Box me up and ship me home

- Box me up and ship me home

- Pin my medals upon my chest

- Pin my medals upon my chest

Tell my momma I did my best

So, what's the story, Blake?

You and Lieutenant

Jackson knew each other

before we came here, right?

He's my brother?

He's your brother.

And you're only

telling me this now?

He's kind of a brother.

What does that mean?

Me real mom and dad

died when I was 15.

Truck hit 'em on the

I-5, broke the car.

My family was always

close with the Jacksons

so they took me in.

Ever since his family's

kind of been my family.

That was until LA got hit.

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