Megan Leavey Page #2

What's he sniffing out?

Explosives.

We go in before the convoy,

sniff out ieds,

make sure no one gets hurt.

You guys

on the front lines?

Sometimes we're in front

of the front lines.

Zeus here is a beast.

Aren't ya?

Is he yours?

No, he belongs to the corps.

But he's mine for now.

Hmm.

What are you here for,

training?

No, I'm cleaning out

the kennels for a week.

How do you get to do that?

Leavey!

You up.

I'm up?

Attack!

Get him!

Aah!

Out!

You grab her.

Yeah, I got her.

Hey, Cindy.

Okay, Lance corporal Walters,

you be the handler.

You're still the decoy!

Let's give Cindy a break.

Oh, no, I'm good.

Sucks, huh?

Yeah.

You know, I usually

take the pants off

and keep the top on.

Really?

Dogs know to aim

for the jacket.

Thanks.

Rex, heel.

Heel, Rex.

Oh, sh*t.

Okay, on this one

you approach.

You listen to his spiel

and then start to run, okay?

If Rex attacks,

you call him off.

- Sir, I would like

to see some ID.

Sir, I'm gonna search you,

and if you try to run away

or make any sudden

aggressive moves,

my dog is trained

to attack you.

Go get him.

Get him, boy!

Aah! Get him off!

Get him off!

Out, Rex, out!

Out, Rex, out!

Up. Up.

Up. Up.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Oh, gee.

You think

I'm afraid of you?

Okay.

I am afraid of you.

But don't think I can't make you

afraid of me too.

That's right.

I'm a badass--

leavey.

You back for more, huh?

Gunny, how do i

become a dog handler?

You?

Yeah.

What do I have to do exactly?

For starters,

you need to stop screwing up.

Then you'll need

an expert rifle score,

above 90% on all your exams,

a first-class pft.

And you know

who gets those things?

People who aren't

full of sh*t.

Gunny, I've been dealing

with a lot of sh*t

the past few days,

and I can assure you

I'm not full of it.

Well, that would surprise me,

because unless I heard wrong,

you were just found

pissing outside

the provost marshal's offices.

The provost marshal?

And that's definitely the act

of a full-of-sh*t person.

Don't you think?

Yes, gunny.

Crap.

Gene monahan, the Yankees'

veteran trainer, is out.

Looks like one of the doctors

in attendance is out.

Cease fire. Cease fire.

Unload. Show clear.

There's lives in your hands.

Yes, sir.

And you are the Alpha.

It comes from you.

Bring it from here,

so he knows you mean it.

So you want us

to run it again?

We gon' keep running this

till we get it right.

You're gonna save lives

out there.

And the Red Sox come

pouring out of their dugout,

the Yankees out of theirs.

They've all met

out near the pitcher's mound

in a scrum.

Meanwhile...

Why does your run

always seem to end up here?

Does it?

I hadn't noticed.

Hey, I've got a pft

in a couple of weeks.

Just wondering,

you got any openings

coming up?

Good talk.

There's a fly ball

deep to left!

It's on its way!

There it goes!

And the Yankees are going

to the world series!

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Cease fire. Cease fire.

Unload. Show clear.

Shooters,

your prep time has ended with

a magazine of five rounds.

I finished

the morning reports.

-I need the trainer's

schedule too.

-When do you need it by?

On it, gunny.

Enter.

Pfc leavey, why am i

not surprised to see you

in here today?

Yeah, I heard

you got first class

on your pft,

and you shot expert.

-Gunny, do you have

a dog for me?

-No.

Did I excuse you?

But I do got a can though.

What you say there,

Mason?

Think she ready

for a can?

I think so, gunny.

Carry on.

Let's get to work.

Hey, cute dog.

What's his name?

I mean, her name.

I haven't named her yet.

I'm waiting for us to bond.

Don't forget to use

your praise voice.

"Good can. Good can."

At least my can

listens to me.

Hey, she listens to me.

You listen to me. Right, baby?

Come on. Come on.

You hear that?

Huh?

Come on.

You can do it.

Yep.

Morning.

Morning, gunny.

Any dui's last night?

No, gunny!

Good.

It's gonna be

a good day.

We gon' train

harder than ever before.

Walters, what was you

doing last night?

Playing halo, gunny.

That's what you do all the time?

You shipping out in three weeks.

You better be ready to fight

when it's time to fight.

-Mason.

-Yes, gunny.

Are you still

a virgin?

No, gunny.

You sure about that?

'Cause you look like one.

Bennet, did you talk

to your wife last night?

No, gunny.

You think I give a damn?

Coletta, you wipe

that smile off your face.

Yes, gunny.

Now, on a serious note,

i have somebody that

just came back from Iraq.

He wants to talk to y'all

about the experience,

so you'll know what it is.

He's been where you're going,

and the things that he tells you

will save lives

and save limbs.

This is sergeant Andrew Dean.

Sergeant, take the floor.

Thank you, gunny.

- Morning.

- Morning, sergeant!

Are you ready for war?

Yes, sergeant!

Everything

you've prepared for,

every lesson

you've learnt,

everything

you think you know

will just go to sh*t

the moment

you're in country.

These homemade bombs

are full of crap that our dogs

have never sniffed.

You get caught in a sandstorm,

the dogs will be confused,

and they won't be able

to detect the odor cones.

You're about to be

running through

sh*t's creek.

Literally.

With 50 pounds on your back,

a dog on a leash,

trying not to smack his head in

with your rifle.

And the grunts

that you're protecting,

well, they'll

pretty much hate you

from day one.

Do this job right,

you might save lives.

Do it wrong,

and you'll wind up dead.

And no matter how bad

I'm making it sound,

I'm not even coming close.

You need to

keep 'em calm.

It's all right.

It's okay.

- Lie down.

- That's looking good.

Rex, lie down.

- Down.

- That's looking good.

Just pull so there are

no wrinkles in the gauze.

You need to

practice all of this

before you deploy.

Okay, let's take off

the leashes.

Here we go.

Rex, no. No.

-You having a problem

over there?

-No. I got this.

Good boy.

I said take off the leash.

Come on, buddy.

Just relax.

Good boy. Just relax.

You need to muzzle

that dog now.

Bad dog!

Sh*t.

It's gonna happen

when it happens.

Gunny, I'm telling you,

it's gonna heal in no time.

He broke six bones, Walters.

You wanted to see me,

gunny?

-You're getting a dog.

-What?

-You're giving her my dog.

-Wait.

He's not your dog.

He's not my dog.

He's a marine corps dog.

Rex needs

an experienced handler.

Are you

questioning my authority,

Lance corporal?

She's a boot.

She's only trained a can

so far.

Quit whining and act

like a goddamn marine.

You got this?

Think faster.

-Yeah, I got this.

-Good. You're dismissed.

Remember me?

All right, Rex,

get in the house.

In the house, now.

You're not gonna get any food

unless you listen to me.

I will stand here all day.

Okay?

Good. Good. Good boy.

Stay. Stay.

Over here. Seek.

Seek. Seek.

Seek.

That's time, leavey.

Damn it.

You found one

out of five.

See this guy?

Dead.

Dead. Dead.

Oh, and your dog,

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