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Young people from all over the globe...
are joining up to fight for the future.
- I'm doing my part. - I'm doing my part.
- I'm doing my part too.
They're doing their part, are you?
Join the Mobile Infantry and save the world.
Service guarantees citizenship.
The bugs send another meteor our way...
but this time we're ready.
Planetary defences are better than ever.
Klendathu, source of the bug meteor attacks...
orbits a twin star system whose brutal gravitational forces...
produce an unlimited supply of bug meteorites...
in the form of this asteroid belt.
To ensure the safety of our solar system...
Klendathu must be eliminated.
We break net now and take you live to Klendathu...
where the invasion has begun.
EXQ uplink on two, one. You're on.
- We've just landed here on what cap troopers... - Move, move, move!
...are calling Big K, - Come on! Move, move!
...with the 6th Mobile Infantry Division! - Come on!
It's an ugly planet, a bug planet!
A planet hostile to life as we know it!
Help me!
- Come on! Go, go, go! - Keep moving!
Get out of here now!
Kitten, no!
Oh, God!
Rico. Rico. Rico!
Pay attention.
Sorry, Mr Rasczak.
Let's sum up.
This year we explored the failure of democracy...
- Bad boy... how the social scientists brought our world...
to the brink of chaos.
We talked about the veterans, how they took control...
and imposed the stability that has lasted for generations since.
You know these facts...
but have I taught you anything of value this year?
Hmm?
You. Why are only citizens allowed to vote?
It's a reward,
what the Federation gives you for doing Federal Service.
No. No.
Something given has no value.
Look, when you vote, you are exercising political authority.
You're using force. And force, my friends, is violence,
the supreme authority from which all other authority is derived.
Uh, my mother always said violence never solves anything.
Really?
I wonder what the city fathers of Hiroshima would say about that.
You.
They probably wouldn't say anything. Hiroshima was destroyed.
Correct.
Naked force has resolved more issues...
throughout history than any other factor.
The contrary opinion, that violence never solves anything,
is wishful thinking at its worst.
People who forget that always pay.
Rico, what's the moral difference, if any...
between a civilian and a citizen?
A citizen accepts personal responsibility for the safety...
of the body politic, defending it with his life.
- A civilian does not. - The exact words of the text.
But do you understand it? Do you believe it?
- I don't know. - Of course you don't.
I doubt anyone here would recognize civic virtue...
if it reached up and bit you in the ass.
Not here.
Come on, let's see if they posted the math final.
- Rico, we gonna take Tesla? - We're gonna kill 'em.
Remember, all graduating seniors must fill out a 710 form.
First thing Fleet Academy looks at is your math scores.
Wish me luck.
- Way to go. - Good job.
Your turn. Hold on.
I want to talk to Marco. His sister's at Fleet.
- Marco. - Hi, Carmen.
- What do you hear about Roxy? - She made pilot.
- She did? - Oh, yeah.
Thirty-five percent. Very nice.
Look at that. Thirty-five percent, ladies and gentlemen.
Big numbers.
- Carl. - Sorry.
So, you haven't done it yet, have you? Don't lie.
I'm not in any hurry.
- Others are waiting. - And?
- Did you read her mind? - Don't have to.
It's pretty clear what she wants.
Yeah, but I want Carmen.
- Aw, you got it bad. - Bye, Marco.
Hey, don't forget about this afternoon.
He's always late when he walks you home to fish for a kiss.
Get out of here.
- Marco's sister made pilot. - So will you.
I mean, imagine flying a half a million tons of starship.
You gotta have nerves of steel.
Yeah, you do. Let's see how yours hold up.
You may begin.
Aw, come on, it's just a bug. You better put your goggles on.
"Just a bug."
We humans like to think we are nature's finest achievement.
I'm afraid it just isn't true.
This Arkellian sand beetle is superior in many ways.
It reproduces in vast numbers, has no ego...
has no fear, doesn't now about death...
and so is the perfect selfless member of society.
But humans have created art, mathematics...
and interstellar travel.
True. But before you let that go to your head...
take the example of the Arachnids...
a highly evolved insect society.
By human standards, they are relatively stupid...
but their evolution stretches over millions of years...
- and now... - Here, take this.
...they can colonize planets...
by hurling their spore into space.
Okay, I think we got it.
That's the heart.
And here's the stomach.
Nerves of steel, huh?
Don't think about it. Just go on instinct.
Try to visualize it.
I see the ace of spades.
You know, statistically speaking,
you should have accidentally guessed right by now.
- Try another. - So my psychic abilities are zero and I'm unlucky.
No, luck's not a factor.
No one really knows why some people are sensitive and some aren't.
Who knows? Maybe it's a new stage of human evolution.
That's why they do these kind of Federal studies.
What... Cyrano... Oh, shit. Time out.
Oh, he just wants some attention.
You don't play with him any more.
Cyrano.
Go bug Mom, Cyrano.
How do you make him do that?
Oh, I gave him the impression there's a grub crawling up my mom's leg.
He's on a mission to go eat it.
Ow! Oh! Get out! Get off my leg! Oh! Carl!
I sure hope you don't do anything like that to me.
Don't be afraid. Can't do human. Yet.
Yeah!
All right!
- Yeah! Yeah! - Touchdown Tigers.
And the score is now 41-38.
Tigers lead with 2...46 remaining...
here at the Buenos Aires Sports Arena.
Time out Giants.
- Are you all right? - Much better.
- Now. Good. - Yeah!
All right! Way to go, team!
Hey! Your helmet.
So, what are you doing after the game?
Well, everyone's going to the dance, aren't you?
I don't know. It's my last night as a civilian.
- Come on, number 12! Let's go! - Ship out for Tereshkova tomorrow.
- You're going to the Fleet Academy? - Uh-huh.
That's where I want to go!
Come on, number 12! Let's play ball!
Don't get any ideas about my girlfriend!
All is fair in love and war.
- Giants! Giants! - Johnny! Yeah!
Hut! Hut!
Hey, yeah!
Giants leading 43-41. Just over 42 seconds remaining.
- Yeah! - All right, let's go.
Irvin, Lathom, cover the rush.
Perry, fake left. Bertolli, you go long.
Rico, flip six three hole. Got it? Hey, Rico?
- Hey! - What?
You're drifting! Flip six, three hole, on one! Got it?
- Just throw me the ball, Diz. - Ready? Break!
Break!
Down. Set. Tight left.
- Screen! - Hut!
Yeah! Go, go, go!
All right!
Yeah!
He's in there. It's over.
Who said you could grow up so fast, huh?
Mom, don't get mushy.
This came for you today.
I presume, at your request.
A lot of my friends are doing Federal Service.
Well, you're not thinking of applying?
Have you lost your mind?
I'd rather take ten lashes in Public Square than see you ruin your life.
It's a term of service.
It's not a career.
I just want to get out on my own...
see the galaxy for a couple years.
Johnny, people get killed in the Federal Service.
Who gave you this idea? It's that teacher, isn't it?
What's his name? You know the one I'm talking about.
- Mr Rasczak. - Rasczak?
Silly name. There should be a law against...
using a school as a recruiting station.
No, Rasczak doesn't do that at all.
He sort of discourages you.
Well, that's good.
'Cause you're going to Harvard, and that's the end of it.
It's my decision, not yours.
- Oh, is that how it is, huh? - Wait, you two.
Uh, Dad and I have a surprise for you that will settle this.
Can you guess what it is?
No.
You wanted to see the galaxy?
How about a trip to the Outer Rings?
Zegema Beach. Huh?
I've always wanted to go there.
Good, good. Then it's all settled.
Sure. Don't go away.
I'm just gonna go see Mr Rasczak.
Hey, Rico, do you want to dance?
Actually, Diz, I promised Carmen...
Aw, come on. Too bad for her if she's not around.
You know, it's sad. After tonight, most of us...
probably won't see each other again.
So, you still gonna play for Rio?
Yeah, looks like. Unless Tokyo lets me start.
Well, anyone who gets you is lucky.
Johnny, how come we never got together?
Can't we just be friends, Diz?
Sure.
- Thank you. - Good night.
Look, Diz, I want to talk to Mr Rasczak.
Well, you better hurry up if you want to catch him.
You're the best.
Mr Rasczak!
- What is it, Rico? - I want to thank you.
Your class was the best one I had this year.
Well, it's really not my job to please. I just hope you learned something.
Well, I want to join up.
I think I got what it takes to be a citizen.
Good for you. Go find out.
Well, my parents are against it.
And I know it's my choice.
I was wondering...
what would you do if you were me?
Figuring things out for yourself...
is the only freedom anyone really has.
Use that freedom.
Make up your own mind, Rico.
But I have not been to paradise
No, I have not been to paradise
Watch the days go by
All is fine
Don't exaggerate.
I'm serious. I think you have really beautiful eyes.
- You know? - Johnny.
Uh, this is Zander.
Yeah, we know each other from the game.
- No hard feelings? - No, none at all. We won.
Come on, Carmen. It's the last dance.
Well, maybe I'll see you at the Academy.
Yeah. Who knows?
- Good luck. - Zander's going for pilot too.
You two have so much in common.
Johnny Rico, are you jealous?
Well, maybe.
You don't have to be jealous.
Hey, hey, break it up, you two.
There's a place for that sort of thing.
I've been thinking, and I'm gonna do it, Carmen.
I'm gonna go for Federal Service.
That's great.
Carl and I are signing up tomorrow. Come with us.
I will.
My father's not home tonight.
All is well
Talk about it
Watch the days go by
All is well
24th century dies
I do now, of my own free will...
after having been duly advised and warned...
of the meaning and consequences of this oath...
enrol in the Federal Service...
for not less than two years...
and as much longer as may be required...
by the needs of the Federation.
- All set? - Thank you.
Fresh meat for the grinder, eh?
- So, how'd you kids do? - I'm gonna be a pilot.
Well, good for you. We need all the pilots we can get.
- Hey, did you get starside R and D? - No.
- I don't believe it. - I got Games and Theory.
Games and Theory?
- That's military intelligence. - Yeah.
Way to go, Carl.
Next time we meet, I'll probably have to salute you.
Hmm.
How about you, son?
- Infantry, sir. - Good for you.
Mobile Infantry made me the man I am today.
All recruits must report to the Federal Transportation Hub...
within 24 hours.
Welcome to the adventure of Federal Service.
Let's make a vow.
No matter what, we'll always be friends.
I'll go for that.
Well, chances are we'll never see each other again.
We'll be millions of light-years away from each other.
But, uh, yeah, sure. Why not?
You'll resign, and that's all there is to it.
It may look bad, but if that's the worst you suffer, then that's fine.
- I won't quit! - I'm telling you, you will.
You're not going back. You're going on vacation!
I am not going on vacation!
I want to be a citizen.
It's my decision. I made it.
You walk out that door, you are cut off, young man.
You understand me?
All right, that's it! You are cut off!
Johnny, why won't you change your mind?
Does citizenship mean that much to you?
Well, yeah, sure.
Well, I hope so.
I hope you don't ruin your life over some silly little girl...
who wants to look handsome in a uniform.
- Don't talk about Carmen that way! - Johnny.
Your attention, please.
Outbound group 1380, all hub 29 connections.
- Do you have everything? - Moscow now boarding...
- Great. ...at bank 8-A.
- Johnny. - Be a good girl, hear?
- You're late. - My dad had to help me pack.
Suddenly he's afraid he's never gonna see me again or something.
It was sweet, but it took forever.
Oh. Anyway, I guess I'm ready to go.
Yeah, me too. I'm wearing everything I own.
I'm sorry your parents were mad.
Who cares? The Federation will give me...
everything I need for the next two years, right?
- You talk to Carl? - Yeah, he left this morning.
- Couldn't say where. - Oh, it's exciting, going away.
But I'm scared. Aren't you?
I'm gonna miss you.
I'm gonna miss you too.
I love you.
Outbound group 94B to Tereshkova...
That's me.
Just say it once. Try it on for size.
I love you.
Don't forget to write.
I won't.
Fully automatic Morita. Who wants to hold it?
Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!
Citizen rule. People making a better tomorrow.
A murderer was captured this morning and tried today.
Guilty.
Sentence... death.
Execution tonight at 6...00. All net. All channels.
If you think you're psychic,
maybe you are.
Federal studies are being conducted in your community.
Every school kid knows that Arachnids are dangerous.
However, Mormon extremists disregarded Federal warnings...
and established Fort Joe Smith deep inside the Arachnid Quarantine Zone.
Too late, they realized that Dantana had already been chosen by other colonists...
Arachnids.
- One, two, three, four! - Ten-hut!
- One, two, three, four! - Most of you will not...
live to be in the Mobile Infantry.
The trouble is, you are not good enough the way you are.
Hands at your side!
Chin up.
I am your senior drill instructor, Career Sergeant Zim!
Suck in that gut! Feet together!
To think this had to happen to me.
What a bunch of apes. No, strike that!
You don't rate that good.
Never in my life have I seen...
Do you think I'm funny? Do I make you laugh?
- Do you think I'm a comedian, son? - I'm sorry.
The first words and the last words out of your stinking holes will be "Sir"!
- Do you get me? - Sir, yes, sir!
You see that armoury? Run around it.
Run, I said! Run, run, run!
- Bronski, keep pace! - Move! Move!
Now, anytime you think I'm being too tough...
anytime you think I'm being unfair...
anytime you miss your mommy, quit!
You sign form 1240-A, you grab your gear...
you take a stroll down Washout Lane!
Do you get me?
- Sir, yes, sir! - Pathetic!
I wonder if there's a handful of guts in the whole bunch of you.
Now, who here thinks they got what it takes to knock me down?
Sir! I guess maybe I do, sir!
Ow! God! God!
- You all right, son? - Sir, yes, sir!
It's my arm. I think it's broken, sir.
- Medic! - God.
Pain is in your mind!
- Who's next? - Sir!
Recruit Flores reporting for duty, sir!
You specifically requested transfer from Fort Cronkite to this training unit?
Sir, I heard it was the best, sir!
It is the best.
But what makes you think you're good enough?
Now that's the kind of gal who makes squad leader.
That's my job you're talking about.
Come on.
- Here we go! - Here we go!
- Roughnecks! - Roughnecks!
- On the go! - On the go!
One, two, three, four...
one, two, MI!
You know, I'd like to kill that Sergeant Zim.
- Whoa, improper attitude! - Watch it.
- They'll kick you out for talking like that. - Bye-bye.
There you go down Washout Lane.
Yup, you either got what it takes, or you don't.
- Hey, there is a line. - Wait your turn, Ace.
Hey, at ease, little soldier. It's all the same muck.
Get in line like everyone else.
You got some guts for a rich kid.
I guess you and me could be buddies. What do you say?
Oh-oh, that is no way to act.
- I'm honoured. - Hey! Of course you are.
Everybody should have a friend like me.
Come on, Ace. Back of the line now! Back of the line!
- Back, back, back, back! - All right. Hurry up, hurry up.
- What a jerk, man. - Tough guy.
Hey, Rico, want to sit together?
No thanks, Diz.
What's your malfunction, Rico?
You are.
I joined up to get out on my own, and you had to tag along.
You think I joined the Mobile Infantry because of you?
You saying you didn't?
Hi.
Forget about it, Ace. You don't stand a chance.
What makes you even think you're gonna make squad leader, Rico?
- Something I got, you don't. - Ha!
- You rich kids are all the same. - It isn't about that.
- It's about who's the best. - Hey!
Third squad!
If someone's hurt, put him on your back and take him out of there!
Let's go!
Go, Simmons! Go, go, you sissy!
Sir, I don't understand.
Who needs a knife in a nuke fight, anyway?
All you gotta do is push a button, sir.
Cease fire. Put your hand on that wall, trooper.
Put your hand on that wall!
Damn it.
The enemy cannot push a button if you disable his hand.
Medic!
Hand me that towel, will you?
Ah, well, we all have one thing in common.
We were all stupid enough to sign up for Mobile Infantry.
- Breckinridge, what's your excuse? - Oh, my family's all farmers.
I hate farming. I mean, uh, Mobile Infantry...
It's like pure picnic by comparison.
All right, so they grow 'em big and dumb on the farm planet, huh?
- And pretty! - I like big!
- Djana, what about you? - Oh, I'm going in for politics...
and, you know, you gotta be a citizen for that.
- So here I am. - Ah, you want some responsibility.
- Yeah. - Shujimi, come on, let's keep it goin'.
I got into Harvard, but my father says forget it.
It's gonna cost an arm and a leg, you know?
So, if I serve,
Federation pays my way.
I want to have babies.
You know, it's a lot easier to get a license if you've served.
- So... - I'm going career.
- Officer's training. All the way. - Ah!
Future Sky Marshal. All right, Rico, your turn.
Who asked you to be so nosy?
What? I'm the-the bad guy? I'm gonna be a writer, you know?
A writer's got a right to be nosy.
Hey, Flores, you know Rico from Buenos Aires.
- What's his story? - Oh, uh,
he's here because of a girl.
Oh, Rico! Lover boy!
- He's getting me excited. - He's gonna blow.
Is it you?
This is where we live. It's not much, but it's home.
Right there, that's my bunk, where I dream about you every night.
Boot's pretty tough.
Sometimes I think I won't make it.
But then I think about what you're doing, and I try harder.
- Hey, guys! Do you mind? - Try harder, baby, try harder!
Who knows? They might even make me squad leader.
Uh-oh, I better pack it in.
Oh, I love you, baby, I love you!
- Write me! - I love you so much
- I'm gonna kill you guys! - I love you so much
- Bye! Write me. - Bye!
Orbit in five, Ibanez.
First one there gets to fly.
- Locking it down. - Wait! Wait!
Oh, no. Not Ibanez again. She's crazy!
Ready, go!
Yeah!
Deploying wings.
How come you're in such a good mood, huh?
'Cause today I get to fly that.
Pilot Trainee Ibanez reporting for duty, ma'am.
Take the number two chair, Ibanez.
- Yes, ma'am. - You see that?
- Identify. - Ibanez, T-325-A, clear.
What are you doing here?
I'm the guy whose gonna teach you to fly this crate.
Oh, Assistant Instructor.
Should I call you " sir"?
- Only when I give you an order. - Prepare for departure.
It's amazing, us running into each other like this.
- Maybe it's fate. - Maybe not.
Heard about this crazy girl coming through the Academy.
Solid math, a little wild on the stick, but a natural.
And when it turned out to be you,
I just made sure that we would run into each other.
Rodger Young cleared for undocking and departure.
All right, Ibanez.
- Take her out. - Yes, ma'am.
All systems go.
In simulation, my supervisors could never keep up.
Well, this isn't simulation any more...
so take her out easy, cadet.
Yes, sir.
Five metres from object.
Three metres from object.
Clear.
- Don't exceed port speed. - Or what?
Or they revoke your flight status, and mine.
Your career is in my hands.
Steady as she goes, Number Two.
- Prepare for warp. - Yes, ma'am.
Number One, design for Jupiter orbit.
All crew, all sections, stand by to cut in C-drive.
- Star drive in five, four, - Five, four...
- ready... three, two... - Steady...
- one... - Go!
We're going in! Move!
Man, they're defended. No way in.
- Flip six, three hole. - What?
You run a flip six, three hole play, and you can score.
- Cover me. - You got it.
Now!
- Thanks, buddy. - Bastard!
Yeah!
Kid's got some moves.
Give him a squad. See what he can do.
Kitty, Kitty.
Someone's got to teach you guys how to play some pool here.
Look at him.
Have you ever seen anybody so pleased with himself?
Well, Zim must have had to choose someone to be his brownnose.
All right, where were we?
Okay, watch and learn. Watch and learn.
I couldn't have done it without you, Diz.
Friends?
Friends.
- Mail call! Levy! - Yeah, that's me.
- Shujimi! - Here.
- Rico. - Here.
- Breckinridge! - Yeah, right here.
- Niler. - Yeah, here I am. Ah, great, my dad.
That's all, folks.
Hi, Johnny.
I'm sorry I haven't written you sooner, but, uh...
- Oh, Rico, - it's been really busy. - You don't deserve that!
- Shh, shh. - They've really got us going here.
They must have made you squad leader by now.
And if they haven't, tell 'em to talk to me.
See? All it takes is the love of a good woman.
- Yeah. - That is a woman. - Beautiful.
- Look at that. - Look at those. - Stop it.
- Isn't it beautiful? - I'm dying.
I love it out here.
- That's also the problem. - Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Because I think I'm gonna go career.
I want to command a ship of my own.
And you know...
I don't think that's gonna leave a lot of room...
for you and me, Johnny.
- Oh, God. - Jeez.
I know that's not what you wanted to hear.
But, uh...
I have to follow my heart. I'm sorry.
Write me, all right?
Write me so that I know we'll always be friends.
- Let's get back to the game. - I feel so sorry for Johnny.
Funny how they always want to be friends...
after they rip your guts out, huh?
Yeah. Well, it's what I deserve.
What are you talking about?
Oh, I joined up for her.
I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her.
What are you talking about? You made squad leader on your own.
And, hey, you still got me to kick around.
Fun and games are over, children.
You will be firing live ammunition...
in a simulated combat environment.
You will exercise extreme caution on my assault course!
- Do you get me? - Sir, yes, sir!
Rico, take 'em out!
First fire team with me. Next team in ten seconds.
Maximum score has been 280.
- I expect you to do better! - Go!
Shujimi, stay down!
Hey! Goddam it, Breckinridge, clear my line of fire!
It's my helmet! It's all screwed up!
You're gonna blow the score!
- Damn! - Dumb shit!
Diz, stay put! What's the problem?
- Damn thing keeps getting in my way! - Give it to me.
How come whenever something goes wrong, it's always you, Breckinridge?
It must be 'cause I'm big and dumb!
Yeah, right!
Medic!
Rico, you are relieved of squad command!
Rico, did you give the recruit permission to remove his helmet?
Sir, yes, sir. Breckinridge reported a helmet malfunction...
and I asked him to show it to me, sir.
Are you rated to repair the M-3 Tactical Helmet, Rico?
Sir, no, sir!
Then why did you order your man to remove his helmet...
during a live fire exercise?
Sir, I needed everyone in my squad operational, sir!
I wanted to win, sir!
Carry on.
Sergeant, we've already lost two recruits over this incident.
Do you think there's any possibility of salvaging this man?
Yes, sir, I do.
All right.
We'll try administrative punishment.
Prisoner, halt!
Bite down on this, son.
It helps. I know.
For incompetence of command...
for failure to abide by safety regulations...
during a live fire exercise...
for negligence which contributed to the death of a teammate...
recruit trainee John Rico...
is sentenced to administrative punishment.
Ten lashes.
You may carry out the sentence.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
Ten!
All sections secure. EBS is high normal.
Switching to slave on my mark. Mark.
Thanks. You read my mind.
Oh, third watch always seems to last forever.
I don't know.
It depends on who you're spending it with.
Something's wrong.
- There. - No, I replotted the course.
- It's more efficient this way. - Three weeks aboard a starship...
and you think that you can lick my navs?
Check it.
You know, I was talking with Captain Deladier...
and, uh, she said...
Don't change the subject.
Am I right?
Yeah. Yeah. You're right.
So, what did the captain say?
She thinks that we ought to team up officially...
and crew for her.
- You and me, huh? - We're good together, Carmen.
We're way ahead of the curve in every department.
I can anticipate you.
You know what I want.
No. What do you want?
There's a gravity field out there.
- Run a scan. Sensors on. - There.
- Gravity at 225 and rising. - Report.
Captain, we're in the path of an unidentified object...
moving toward us at high speed.
Profile suggests an asteroid, ma'am.
- Impact, six seconds! - Emergency evasion!
Three, two,
fire!
Close compartment 21!
Where'd it come from?
It came out of the Arachnid Quarantine Zone, ma'am.
Number Four, contact Fleet. Tell 'em there's a loose asteroid headed their way.
Communications are down, ma'am. They're gone.
- Damage assessment. - Hull's compromised.
We're lucky to be alive, ma'am.
Luck didn't have anything to do with it.
We have a hell of a flight team.
It really stinks, you going.
Yeah, well, the Mobile Infantry will just have to get along without me.
I don't get it, Rico. You took your licks.
If they didn't want you, they would have kicked you out.
Hey...
I joined up for the wrong reasons. I got a guy killed.
I figure that kind of proves I don't have what it takes.
Rico, your call's going through.
Take it there.
- Hello? Oh, Johnny! - Hi, Mom.
B-Bill, pick it up. It's Johnny!
- Johnny? - Dad.
- Where's your uniform? - Bill.
It's just good to hear from you.
How are you, son?
It's not really working out here for me, Dad.
I was thinking...
I was hoping it would be all right if I came home.
Well, of-of course. You should come home immediately.
I'm sorry. I've been an idiot.
Don't talk like that. You just come on home...
talk things out.
We love you, son.
- My, what's that? - Looks like rain.
- This time of year? - Sure is dark.
Your transmission has been terminated...
due to atmospheric interference.
Please try your call again later.
Sanchez!
Well, see ya.
Hey, you take that stroll down Washout Lane...
you're only proving one thing, Johnny.
What's that, Diz?
That you don't have what it takes to be a citizen.
Mobile Infantry is passing by
- Well, sound off - Ml
- Sound off - Passing by
- Count now - One, two, three, four
- That's it! That's it! - Left. Left.
- Left, right, left. - Do you get me?
- Sir, yes, sir! - I can't hear you! - What's going on, you guys?
Move, move, move!
What's happening?
Hey, hey, what's going on?
Wh-What's going on?
- Hey, Kitten, what's going on? - It's war! We're going to war!
The devastation we are seeing is unparalleled.
Judging from early estimates, millions dead, a city in ruins.
Is that Geneva?
Goddam bugs whacked us, Johnny.
The meteor was shot out of orbit by bug plasma...
that derived from Klendathu, the Arachnids' home planet.
Nothing lives in what was once called the Latin Paradise.
Oh, Johnny, it's us.
Buenos Aires has been wiped off the Earth.
That's home.
The Federal Council met moments ago and voted unanimously...
for mobilization to destroy the Arachnid threat.
- I'm serious. I'll go anywhere. - Forget it, Zim. We need you here.
- I want combat, sir. - The only way you're gonna see combat...
is if you bust yourself to private!
- Get me? - Yes, sir, I get you.
- Sir! - What do you want, Rico?
I wish to reconsider my request to drop out, sir.
You already signed your 1240-A, son.
- It wouldn't be legal. - Major, I know it was wrong.
I didn't learn from one mistake, and I made another, sir.
You made your decision, son.
Sir, my family, my whole family, was in Buenos Aires, sir.
Is this your signature, Rico?
Sir, yes, it is, sir!
Doesn't look like it to me.
- Carry on, Private! - Yes, sir!
Out of the ashes of Buenos Aires comes first sorrow...
then anger.
The only good bug is a dead bug.
In Geneva, the Federal Council convenes.
We must meet the threat with our valour, our blood...
indeed, with our very lives...
to ensure that human civilization, not insect...
dominates this galaxy, now and always!
Sky Marshal Dienes announces plans...
for an offensive against Klendathu...
source of the bug meteor that destroyed Buenos Aires.
Every day, Federal scientists are looking for new ways to kill bugs.
Your basic Arachnid warrior isn't too smart...
but you can blow off a limb...
and it's still 86 percent combat effective.
Here's a tip... Aim for the nerve stem, and put it down for good.
Everyone's doing their part. Are you?
- Die! Die! - The war effort needs your effort...
at work, at home, in your community.
We now break net and take you live...
to Fleet Battle Station Ticonderoga...
deep inside the Arachnid Quarantine Zone...
where the men and women of the Federal Armed Services prepare to attack.
DXQ uplink on two, one. You're on.
No one here in the AQZ knows exactly...
when the invasion of Klendathu will occur.
But everyone's talking about it...
and the talk says tomorrow.
Here's a bunch of Ml kids that look like they could eat bugs for lunch.
- Yum, yum, yum. - So, trooper,
you're not too worried about fighting the Arachnids?
Hey, shoot a nuke down a bug hole, you got a lot of dead bugs.
- Am I right? - I just hope it's not over before we get some.
- Okay, come on. - Some say the bugs were provoked...
by the intrusion of humans into their natural habitat...
that a "live and let live policy" is preferable to war with the bugs.
Let me tell you something.
I'm from Buenos Aires, and I say kill them all!
- Yeah! - Go on, trooper! - Yeah!
- Yeah! - Oh, yeah!
Big bad bugs, huh?
Hey, guys, we ought to get tattoos.
- Hey, let's all get cut together. - Yeah.
- What do I want a tattoo for? - Oh, what?
Your skin's too pretty? Come on, everybody's doing it.
Hey, Johnny!
Johnny Rico.
Carmen?
Oh. At ease.
Guess I ought to lose the hat when I'm off duty.
- Hi, Diz. - Carmen.
My mother was right about you.
You look great in a uniform.
You look pretty good yourself.
So, what do you hear?
You know about anyone who made it out of BA alive?
Most of the time I don't think about it.
Like it happened to someone else.
Then it hits me, and I, uh, can't stop crying.
Well, we're still alive. Got to be happy about that.
You don't look very happy to see me.
Should I be?
Johnny, it's different now. We're at war.
I mean, I think what I did was probably the best thing for both of us.
Everything copacetic, Lieutenant?
Zander, you remember Johnny.
Zander and I are a flight team now.
Yeah, and we're best in the fleet.
I get it.
This is the part that's best for both of us.
- Don't do me any more favours. - Johnny, wait.
No, forget it, Lieutenant. He's Mobile Infantry.
See, when you're trained to kill...
it just doesn't pay to be polite.
You got something to say about the Mobile Infantry?
I think you heard me.
You want to make something of it, Private?
Not with an officer. No, sir.
- The MI doesn't mint stupid troopers. - Well, let's disregard rank.
- Zander, please. - Let it go, Rico. - Let it go.
Everybody hear that? Rank is not an issue here.
- Don't do this. - Come on. What's he gonna do?
Come on, jarheads!
Let go of me! Come on! I'm gonna kill you!
I'll kill you!
- Guys! Guys! Quit it! - Come on! Come on!
- He's not worth it! - Come on! - Come on!
- Let's get... - Come on!
Forget it, Rico! Mobile Infantry and Fleet don't mix. Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Jarheads.
- Mobile Infantry rules! - Yeah!
Oh, God, that hurts.
Hey, well, I got something that might hurt just a little bit more, buddy.
Oh, yeah! We're gonna fight, and we're gonna win!
- Yeah! - Yeah!
This is the captain speaking.
All personnel prepare for drop.
We are at D-minus three and counting.
We are going in with first wave.
Means more bugs for us to kill.
You smash the entire area.
You kill anything that has more than two legs.
- You get me? - We get you, sir!
- Plasma, ma'am, from the planet. - Bug batteries.
According to military intelligence, it'll be random and light.
- Drop status? - Drop is...
35 percent complete, ma'am.
Steady as she goes, Number Two.
Remember your training, and you will make it back alive!
This isn't random or light. Someone made a mistake.
That's it. We're empty, ma'am.
Someone made a big goddam mistake!
Break for high orbit!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Johnny!
- Rockets up! - Rocket crew, move up!
- Nuke 'em! Levy! Rico! - Heat 'em up!
- Set. - Fire!
Down!
- Follow me! - Let's go!
First platoon, left flank!
Split up! First and second squads, follow me.
Two, cover! One, with me!
Along side! Side to side!
Fire!
Here they come!
- Ace, what are we doing? - Uh, I don't know.
- I don't know. - Kill them! Kill them all!
Come on!
Come on! Come on! You want some?
Here's some! Yeah!
Here's some of this!
Oh, my God!
Shujimi!
No, no, no!
Help! Help! Help!
No! God!
Let's get out of here!
Fall back!
Mayday!
- All units, - What's going on? - Fall back to retrieval.
- Repeat. - You got com? -All units...
- fall back to retrieval. - It's a general retreat!
- Back to the boats! - Come on!
Come on, let's go!
We've just landed here on what cap troopers...
are calling Big K...
with the 6th Mobile Infantry Division.
It's an ugly planet, a bug planet.
A planet hostile to life as we...
Help me!
Squad right!
Come on! Go, go, go!
Get out of here now!
- Watch your step! - Watch your flank! Watch your flank!
GXR, we're being overrun.
Kitten, no!
Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh! Oh!
Crisis for humankind.
Fleet officials admit they underestimated...
the Arachnids' defensive capability.
Accepting responsibility for Klendathu...
Sky Marshal Dienes resigns.
His successor, Sky Marshal Tahat Meru...
outlines her new strategy.
To fight the bug...
we must understand the bug.
We can ill afford another Klendathu.
Federal scientists struggle to explain...
the intelligent military actions of the Arachnids.
When a colony reaches a certain size...
300 generations or something, it gets smarter.
- Insects with intelligence? - Now, wait...
Have you ever met one? I can't believe...
- I am hearing this nonsense. - Would you just wait a moment?
- This is the most ridiculous conversation I have ever had. - Maybe... Maybe...
there is some kind of bug that we haven't seen yet...
a leadership caste, a-a hive brain.
Brain Bugs? Frankly, I find the idea of a bug that thinks offensive!
Ticonderoga, this is Rodger Young requesting approach vector.
Affirmative, Rodger Young.
One-zero-zero-niner-five-two.
Welcome back.
My God.
How could this happen?
We thought we were smarter than the bugs.
Give me something, please!
It hurts!
Be right with you.
Help me.
It's strange. There's almost no wounded at all.
Bugs don't take prisoners.
Oh, no.
Look.
- Carmen... - See it? Right there.
- There he is. - Come on, we'll just wake him up.
Hey, Johnny! Hey!
- Hey, Rico! - Hey, Johnny!
- Hey, Rico! - Wake up! - How you doin', fish boy?
Hey, look. You're dead!
Killed in action!
- Three more days. - Three days.
- And you're out. - Good as new. See you later.
Bye.
So what do you hear about our new unit?
Roughnecks killed more bugs than any other outfit on Big K.
Yeah, well, I hear their lieutenant's a real nutbuster.
Who's top kick?
You want the job, huh?
I wouldn't mind.
I would.
Just doing my part.
Orders.
Yours?
Where you been besides Big K?
- Outer rings, Zegema Beach. - Zegema Beach?
- I always wanted to go there. - Good luck.
- It's not there any more. - So, I hear your lieutenant's a real nutbuster.
No one talks about the lieutenant that way.
- He saved my life. - Mine too.
- Same for me. - Me too.
Well, sounds like he's quite a guy.
Who do you think saved your ass?
Stand by. Attention on deck!
This is for you new people.
I only have one rule:
Everyone fights. No one quits.
You don't do your job, I'll shoot you.
Do you get me?
We get you, sir!
- Welcome to the Roughnecks. - Rasczak's Roughnecks!
At ease. Listen up.
We got a new Sky Marshal and a new battle plan.
We're gonna clean out the systems outlying Klendathu...
one planet at a time.
Tomorrow we hit Tango Urilla.
After Fleet glasses the planet, MI mops up.
Carry on.
All right. Spread out!
Fire teams! You locate a bug hole, nuke it.
Watkins, shake out Flores and Rico.
Copy that. Move out!
First platoon, we're going for that ridge.
- Levy, you're with me. - No, I'm in A Squad. I'm going with Rico.
Shut up and follow me!
Hey, you like that?
Fungus-sucking sack of maggot puke!
It's dead, Watkins! It's dead!
Ain't much to look at after you scrape them off your boot.
Bug hole. There.
Nuke 'em, Rico!
Fire in the hole!
Watkins, we're under heavy attack. Position M-4.
- Get over here! - Move!
- You got a bug problem, ma'am? - Ah, stow it, trooper!
Tanker!
- Oh, shit! - Come on! Move!
Get down!
Come on!
Stay down, sucker!
- Gillespie. - Well done!
Call for retrieval.
- Medic! - Nice moves.
Where'd you learn how to do that, soldier?
Back in school, sir. Don't you remember?
- I was captain of the team. - Rico?
- Sir. - I need a corporal.
You're it until you're dead or till I find somebody better.
Thank you, sir.
- All right, saddle up! Show's over. - Way to go, Corporal.
- Hey, I need a squad leader. - Oh, no. No, I've been there and blew it.
I'm just here to fight.
What about it, Diz?
First sergeant, get your gear in section...
Looks like I'm your girl, sir.
- Catch you later. - All right.
Listen up!
I expect the best, and I give the best!
Here's the beer!
Here's the entertainment!
Have fun! That's an order!
This one's for me!
Thank you, Lieutenant!
Rico!
You kill bugs good.
Thanks.
You knew the lieutenant before the war.
What was he like?
He was a teacher. Kind of like he knew it all.
He always had this little smile.
Yeah, well, he don't smile much any more.
Yeah, well, I guess your bottle fills up real quick when your kids get smeared.
- Come on, Corporal. - Ah, nah, I don't do that any more.
I remember when you used to dance. Come on.
Do I have to pull rank?
Excuse me, sir.
Rico. You once asked me for advice. Want some now?
- Yes, sir. - Lieutenant, HQ is on the com.
Never pass up a good thing.
Watkins. Beer?
Ace.
So, Rico, what are you doing after the dance?
What's so funny?
You know, just the way things work out.
We finally got together, Diz.
I love you, Johnny.
Rico!
We're moving out. There's been a distress call from General Owen on Planet P.
So get your shit wired and report in ten minutes.
Yes, sir.
Who's that with you?
Flores, sir.
Make it 20 minutes.
Yes, sir.
Twenty minutes?
We can do it.
Whiskey Outpost, do you copy?
This is Roughneck 2-0 on tac three. Come in, please.
Whiskey Outpost, Whiskey Outpost,
this is Roughneck 2-0 on tac three.
- Any contact with General Owen? - No, sir.
Not even the transponder signal.
It's these canyons. Go to higher ground, Sergeant.
Whiskey Outpost, Whiskey Outpost...
this is Roughneck 2-0 on...
Look out!
Sugar, your weapon.
Help me! Help me!
I'd expect anyone in this unit to do the same for me.
- Rico. - Sir.
You're acting sergeant. Move 'em out.
You heard the lieutenant! Saddle up!
Jeez, someone really humped the bunk.
- Watkins. - Sir.
Secure this compound. Police these bodies.
Yes, sir. Give me three up on the tower, now!
- Aye-aye. - OP there! OP there!
- Away! - Number Two, police up these bodies!
- Stinks in there. - Second squad, come with me on the gate!
- Rico! - Churchill, come with me! - Yes, sir.
We need retrieval. This place crawls.
Get somebody in the communications tent and get me an uplink.
Yes, sir. Diz, check it out.
- Roger. - Command group with me.
Ah, shit.
Lieutenant!
Dirty bugs came in right while they were having chow.
Yeah, this is where they got in.
Lieutenant.
I think you're gonna want to see this.
What do you got, Flores?
God, I hate this place.
What does that look like to you, Rico?
Looks like a bug was in his brain, sir.
They sucked his brains out.
Open that.
Officer on the deck!
- Pick up the general. - Gone?
Is it safe? We've got to get out of here!
- General! - We've gotta... - Sir!
Thank God for you, all of you.
You're all gonna be heroes. Every last one of you.
- Close that hole. - Yes, sir.
I had to evade capture. The security of the Federation was at stake.
Fire in the hole!
I have operational knowledge of what we're up to out here.
- Flores, I need that uplink. - Working on it, sir.
- Damn it. - See?
- They get in your mind. - Battlegroup, this is Roughneck 2-0.
- Look, they did it to Farley. - Do you read?
- They got in his mind. - Come in, Battlegroup. This is Roughneck 2-0.
They make you do things. They made Farley call headquarters.
The distress call was a trap.
They're just like us. They want to know what makes us tick.
They want to know us, so they can kill us.
Roughnecks, this is lead. Prepare for attack.
- I repeat, we're gonna be attacked. - Where's the retrieval boat?
Mayday. Mayday. This is Roughneck 2-0 to Battlegroup. Do you read?
- Oh, God! - Come in, Battlegroup. This is Roughneck 2-0.
We're gonna die! Don't you understand?
We're all gonna die!
Second squad, follow me!
- Control yourself, General. - I can't.
I can't.
I wish you'd just shoot me.
Lieutenant! He's just a little out of his mind, sir.
Bugs! Bugs!
- Die! - All right.
Warm it all up! Everything you've got!
- Move! - Come on, you apes!
You want to live forever?
- Here! - I got bugs!
Fire at will!
Incoming!
Down!
No! Hey!
- Watch your fire! - Watch casualties!
Rico, where's my communication?
- Diz, status on the uplink! - Give me a minute.
We don't have a minute!
Battlegroup, this is Roughneck 2-0. We are under...
- This is Rodger Young. Go ahead. - We are under attack, sir. We need retrieval now!
We have Planet Pas clear.
This place crawls, sir. We need pickup now!
- What's your position? - Come down on this transmission.
Inside the outpost? That's crazy!
Well, I hope you have a crazy pilot. Out!
Lieutenant!
Boat coming down, sir!
Fall back into the compound! Fall back!
Hold here! Hold what you've got!
Running low!
I'm out!
Here! Make 'em count!
Make cover fire! Fall back!
Move, move, move!
Fall back to the boat! Haul ass!
- Oh, my God! - Oh!
- Get him outta there! - Pull! - Come on!
Rico! Rico!
- You know what to do! - Yes, sir!
Do it, Rico!
- Yeah! - Dizzy!
No!
Ace, help me! Hold her down!
Move! Get her into the boat!
Come on, Diz! Don't die on me!
Let's get her out! Let's go, let's go!
Let's go! Get aboard!
Tower, let's go!
Let's move it, tower! Run!
Lift off!
- Johnny, I'm dying-dying. - No.
You're gonna be all right, Diz.
It's all right...
because I got to have you.
Johnny, don't let me go!
Joh... Joh...
Don't let... Don't let...
This is traffic control. Proceed on vector five-niner-two-two-seven.
I think you should know...
your friend Rico is back there.
Get on the com and tell Fleet to glass that rock.
On whose authority, Corporal?
That would be mine, sir. I assumed command of the mission.
Rodger Young, we have an official request...
by the Mobile Infantry to commence bombardment of Planet P.
I thought you were dead.
I'm not, but a lot of my troopers are.
Negative on your request, DeRuyter.
The Sky Marshal has other plans for Planet P.
Welcome back.
MI does the dying. Fleet just does the flying.
Hold on. Something's up.
Fleet's mobilized for a big operation.
Attention on deck!
Once somebody asked me...
if I knew the difference between a citizen...
and a civilian.
I can tell you now.
A citizen has the courage...
to make the safety of the human race their personal responsibility.
Dizzy was my friend.
She was a soldier.
But more than that...
she was a citizen of the Federation.
Present arms!
Order arms!
Left face!
- Officer on deck! - Carry on.
Burial detail dismissed.
At ease.
- How are you, Carl? - Carmen, good.
Johnny, I'm sorry it had to be your unit on P.
That mission had a very low survival probability.
The bugs laid a trap for us, didn't they?
Elegant proof of intelligence, isn't it?
We thought there might be a Brain Bug on P.
You knew, and you sent them anyway?
We couldn't afford to launch an operation if there wasn't one.
You don't approve. Well, too bad.
We're in this for the species, boys and girls.
It's simple numbers. They have more.
And every day I have to make decisions...
that send hundreds of people like you to their deaths.
Didn't they tell you, Colonel?
That's what the Mobile Infantry is good for.
I hope you're ready for more.
We're going back to P to capture that Brain.
The Roughnecks are always ready, sir.
I hear they need a new lieutenant. Want the job?
I'll take it, till I get killed or you find someone better.
Attention. All personnel report to your stations.
- Well... - Prepare for drop in 75 minutes.
Take care of yourself, Johnny.
I'll see you again.
Officer on deck!
- Who are all these kids? - We got reinforced.
Most of them are fresh out of boot.
We're the old men, Ace.
This is for all you new people.
I only have one rule:
Everyone fights. No one quits.
If you don't do your job, I'll kill you myself.
Do you get me?
We get you, sir!
- Welcome to the Roughnecks. - Rico's Roughnecks!
Today we're gonna pay a visit to Bug City.
We're lookin' for a bug no one's ever seen before.
Some kind of smart bug.
And it probably knows we're comin'.
- Saddle up! - Saddle up now!
Come on! Run, run, run, run, run!
Evasive action.
Get us clear for warp, Number Two.
Clear in five, four...
- Initiating star drive... - Three... - in five.
This is Rodger Young. We're going down Repeat, this is Rodger Young.
- Get out! - We're going down. - Abandon ship! Come on!
Carmen! Oh!
- Zander! - Here!
- We've got to get to the rescue deck! - Come on!
Captain!
Abandon ship. That's an...
She's dead, Carmen. She's dead!
Go! Here!
Follow me!
Ready?
Hit it!
Life pod Bravo 6-3, two aboard.
Scanning for a landing zone! Checking terrain. Here!
- Can you handle that? - Piece of cake.
- We've lost the Rodger Young! - What is your position?
Flight Command, we have confirmation. The Rodger Young is down.
- Oh. Johnny! - This is Flight Command.
Please repeat. Please repeat.
- Johnny! - We now have confirmation. Rodger Young is down.
- I repeat, Rodger Young is down. - Rodger Young just burned up.
- It's on the rescue net. - Life pod Bravo 6-3, two aboard.
- Is anyone receiving? - Any survivors? - Is anyone receiving?
- Well, they're getting tarred up there pretty bad. - Life pod...
Bravo 6-3, two aboard.
Is anyone receiving?
- Is anyone receiving? - Affirmative.
This is Roughneck 2-0.
You're breaking up. Say again.
- Carmen? - Say again. I'm losing you.
Carmen!
Prepare for landing.
Retros in three...
two, one, fire!
Carmen. Carmen.
- Hey, are you okay? - Uh-huh.
Get out. Get out.
This is Roughneck 2-0. Are you receiving? Over. This is Roughneck 2-0.
- Carmen, are you receiving? -Johnny, is that you? - Yeah!
- It's me! Wh-What's your position and situation? - Yeah.
We're in Bug City, 20 metres underground.
Position: South 42, east 118.
Situation is...
I repeat. South 42, east 118.
What's your situation? Over.
Carmen.
Situation is extremely hostile.
I need a squad to pull 'em out!
- Direction? - Three clicks, south by southwest.
Look out!
- What do you wanna do? - You heard the lieutenant.
Rescue party! Third squad, come with me!
Cancel that!
You know as well as I do, she's already dead.
Sorry, buddy.
Roughnecks, let's move.
All right.
Why didn't they kill us?
They want us alive.
We should go this way.
A Company's that way.
Yeah, but Carmen's down there.
Hey, I hate to be rude, buddy, but word has it she's dead.
She's still alive.
How do you know?
- I don't know how I know, but I know. - Listen.
You got command, but going off mission...
- That's a serious offence. - Yeah.
I think they hang you for that.
Roughneck 2-0, proceed on mission.
I need two volunteers.
One day...
someone like me...
is gonna kill you...
and your whole fucking race.
You know what this is?
Sure you do.
You're some kind of big, fat, smart bug...
aren't you?
Come on.
This is Roughneck 2-0.
Brain Bug sighted moving west of grid five.
Run!
Go! Go!
- Give me the nuke! - You trying to be a hero, Watkins?
I'm trying to kill some bugs, sir!
Get outta here! Get outta here!
Move!
Come on! You like that? You like that? Come on!
You want a little more?
You like that? You like that? You like that? You like that? You want a little more?
Come on! Come on!
Come on, come on, come on!
Come on, Carmen.
- We did it! - We won!
- What's going on? - They got it!
Come on!
Pull! Pull! Pull!
Quiet!
What's it thinking, Colonel?
It's afraid.
It's afraid!
- Come on. - Yeah!
Carl! Carl! Hey!
Well, look who's here. You made it. Good.
It was you, wasn't it? You told me how to find Carmen.
Well, that's classified.
You know, whenever the three of us are together...
I feel like things might just work out.
I hope you're right, Carmen.
We've got one of their Brains now. Pretty soon we'll know how they think.
And then we'll know how to beat them.
One day it will all be over...
and everyone will forget that this was the moment.
This is when it turned.
And it wasn't the mighty Fleet, it wasn't some fancy new weapon.
It was a drill instructor named Zim who captured a Brain.
Come on! Who am I?
- Yeah! - Zim?
He got him! Yeah!
Zim. Zim got the bug.
Zim got the bug, man!
- Good job, Sergeant. - Thank you, sir.
- That would be private, sir. - Carry on, Private.
- Yes, sir! - Yeah!
What mysteries will the Brain Bug reveal?
Federal scientists are working around the clock to probe its secrets.
Once we understand the bug, we will defeat it.
We have the ships.
We have the weapons.
We need soldiers.
Soldiers like Lieutenant Stack Lumbrezer.
We're over the target area now, Captain.
- And Captain Carmen Ibanez. - This is the captain speaking.
All personnel prepare for drop.
Soldiers like Private Ace Levy and Lieutenant John Rico.
Come on, you apes! You wanna live forever?
We need you all.
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