The 15:17 to Paris Page #4

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You know,

I don't really know, like,

the ins and outs

of the military stuff.

What do you mean?

Basically, I had to end up

signing up for SERE instead.

What's that?

It stands for Survival,

Evasion, Resistance and Escape.

It's not really

the same thing at all.

Well, I mean, even if

it's not the same thing,

I'm sure it'll still be

meaningful, you know.

Yeah. But I'm just not

passionate about it, you know?

I just wanted to go to war

and I wanted to save lives.

Well, I'm sure whatever job

they put you in,

you'll still be able

to help others.

It's who you've always been.

Yeah, yeah, I guess so, man.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

- What's going on?

- Hey, man, what's happening?

What the hell is that?

A sewing project?

SPENCER:
Yeah.

Great! So I guess we have

that to look forward to.

What function

does that even serve?

Survival. If you eject

from an aircraft,

all you'll have is a parachute,

few other tools, you know,

anything else

you can scrounge up to make

a hammock, tent, trip wires,

weapons to hunt with.

Cool. So I guess

home ec will help us survive.

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Pretty much.

Spencer, man, take a break.

I can't, man. I'm already

pretty behind

on all my assignments.

I'm about to fail out.

Well, here, look.

Let me show you something.

Check this out.

- Ta-da!

- What is that?

It's for sewing.

So you can pound

needles through

without your hands going raw.

(CHUCKLES) Okay. All right.

I see what you're doing.

Now your hands

will stay baby soft.

Dude, this is literally

the only way

I'm gonna even finish in time.

Oh, don't worry,

with baby soft hands,

you'll always finish fast.

(ALL LAUGHING)

You guys

are something else, man.

DRILL SERGEANT:

Left face! In line.

- Who are we?

- CADETS:
Air Force!

(CADETS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Oh, sh*t!

No! No! No!

CADETS:

We are the Air Force!

- Mighty, mighty Air Force

- Mighty, mighty Air Force

- Better than the Army

- Better than the Army

- Ground-pounding Army

- Ground-pounding Army

- Better than the Navy

- Better than the Navy

Deck-swabbing...

INSTRUCTOR:
Airman Stone,

how nice of you to join us.

Drop. On the podium.

Airman Stone,

why are you doing push-ups?

SPENCER:
I'm late, Sergeant.

Yes, you were late.

Why are you late?

I overslept, Sergeant.

He overslept.

Ladies and gentlemen,

let this be an example

to you of what not to do.

SERE. SERE.

Recover.

Carry on.

SPENCER:
SERE.

INSTRUCTOR:
Well done.

Airman Stone, do you look

like everyone else?

No, Sergeant.

No, you do not. Drop.

Airman Stone,

you're doing push-ups

because you cannot follow

simple directions.

(SPENCER GRUNTING)

SERE. SERE.

INSTRUCTOR:
Recover.

- Carry on.

- SERE.

Airman Stone, your stitches

are not tight enough.

I'll do them over again,

Sergeant.

Airman Stone, I have no

choice. This is not a game.

This is survival.

There are no do-overs.

Do you understand me?

Yes, Sergeant.

Report to the MTLs

and you'll be served

your elimination papers.

HEIDI:
Okay.

Here we go.

All right.

I knew

you shouldn't have driven

all the way here

just to say goodbye.

Well, I was worried

about you, Alek.

I've had this

profound sense of fear

about you going to war.

Well, you're a mom.

You're supposed

to worry about your kids.

But listen, sweetie.

I prayed about it.

And God spoke to me

and He told me that

something very exciting

is going to happen.

And...

I can't wait to see

what He has in store for you.

I'm gonna be fine.

- Love you, Mom.

- (SIGHS)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

What's going on? Somebody please!

What's happening?

There's a guy with a gun.

Just run.

Come on, Dad, we gotta go.

No, you go, my darling.

You go.

I'll follow. I'll follow.

(PLATOON GRUNTING)

Oh, cool. We're gonna be

glorified cattle.

That's what we get

for not cutting it at Lackland.

Daycare for adults.

What does that mean?

Just what I heard.

Instead of teaching fighting

they teach you how to

"mitigate the room

vulnerabilities"

by, like, running and hiding.

Thought we were

in the military?

That's hard.

OFFICER:
They've come

to get the wounded...

PLATOON:
They've come

to get the wounded...

They've come

to get the dead...

They've come

to get the dead...

All right,

so once you've inflated

the bladder

to the desired pressure,

in this case,

140 mmHg or higher,

you're gonna listen

to make sure

you cannot hear the pulse

below the bladder.

That's critical.

Are there any questions

on this section?

No?

Okay, let's move on.

Let's go to the next chapter.

(ALARM BUZZING)

WOMAN:
(ON PA) There is

an active shooter on base.

Shelter in place until you

receive further instructions.

This is not a drill.

Okay, there is

an active shooter on base.

You guys, move this desk

over to the door.

Make sure it can't open.

Everybody else,

get under your desks.

This is not a drill! Move!

This is not an exercise!

Get under your desks now.

(ALARM BLARING)

Okay, remember the protocol.

If you escape,

you do not engage.

Protect yourselves.

- All right.

- We're so screwed.

It's all I got, man.

TEACHER:
Stone!

Stone, get under

your desk, now.

God damn it. Stone!

What the hell are you doing?

None of you move.

(CLATTERING OUTSIDE DOOR)

Francis, get back

under your desk!

Stone, what the hell

are you doing?

Get under your desk.

(CLATTERING CONTINUES)

(MAN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

- (ALARM BUZZING)

- (GRUNTS)

MAN:
(IN DISTANCE)

We're clear!

- (ALARM BUZZES)

- Okay, that's the all-clear.

Stone, you wanna move

this desk back for me?

Somebody help him, please.

(EXHALES)

- God damn it!

- (KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Guys, this was a false alarm.

Just wanted to let you know

that everything

is completely fine,

- and that we're all safe.

- FRANCIS:
What happened?

BROWN:
An active shooter alert

went out over our PA system,

but the actual location

wasn't attached.

It was nearby,

but not our base.

Carry on.

TEACHER:
Everybody settle.

Jesus Christ...

Stone, what the hell

were you going to do

with a ball point pen

anyways, huh?

SPENCER:
(CHUCKLES)

I don't know, ma'am.

I just didn't want

my family to find out

that I'd died

hiding underneath a desk.

Hmm.

Huh.

Show of hands.

Who thinks Stone's an a**hole?

SPENCER:
Come on, man.

Yeah, me too.

That's gonna be on the test.

(LAUGHTER)

Strange.

No beggars on our tail.

Guess they're not

following today.

Check the DAGR

and confirm our coordinates.

ALEK:
Roger.

BEN:
Skarlatos, come on, man.

ALEK:
Sh*t!

I can't find my rucksack.

Did you have it

at the last stop?

ALEK:
Yeah.

Security halt.

Better be back there.

SOLDIER:
We have

a security halt.

Cover!

ALEK:
Sh*t! It's not here.

I had two mags of 50 cal

and the DAGR in it.

Everybody mount up!

We're going back

to the village.

I guess we figured out why

the villagers

didn't follow us.

TEACHER:
Congratulations,

Airman Stone,

you just gave this man

permanent brain damage.

SPENCER:
But I thought

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