Out Standing (2025)

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(Birds chirping)

(Dog whimpering)

(Footsteps)

(Dog continues whimpering)

(g*n clicking)

(g*nsh*t)

(Sighing)

(Man on radio):

Control, inbound from Croatia.

We're now at 1,000 feet.

CFB, Trenton Tower.

Requesting permission to land.

You are cleared to land

on Runway 09.

Welcome back home, folks.

(Man on PA): Attention please,

Captain Perron,

please identify yourself

to the military police

as soon as

you leave the aircraft.

Captain Perron,

come with us, please.

What's going on?

This way.

(Man): Dig your heels in.

Keep the cadence!

Left, right.

Left, right, left!

Just watch your back, OK?

Can you smile and pretend

to be happy about this,

at least until I've gone in?

I'm thrilled.

Very convincing.

If there's one woman

who can do it, it's you.

Unless you meet a spider

along the way.

Hey, not a word to anyone.

That stays under the radar.

Right, under the radar

in a platoon full of guys?

There'll be other girls.

(Man continues

talking in distance)

You have custody till I'm back.

Got it.

Take care of the old lady.

(Chuckling)

You're gonna have to

teach me how to fold like that.

Years of practice.

Mmm! Like father,

like daughter.

You're a military brat?

Yeah.

Born in Manitoba,

moved to Quebec when I was 2,

and then Ontario, BC,

Alberta, Winnipeg,

then back to Quebec,

and then 5 years

as an officer in logistics.

Wow!

I was a waitress in Halifax.

(Men talking in distance,

indistinct)

Bunch of chicks.

They don't seem too

thrilled to have us.

We're the first ones.

They'll come around.

(Men laughing,

chatting in distance)

Can I have the top bunk?

Sure.

Nice!

(Man in distance):

All right, hurry up!

Come on, come on!

Go!

(Man continues, indistinct)

sh*t.

Hey, wake up! Get dressed!

What's going on?

(Door opening)

Sandra, what's going on?

Get dressed!

Come on, Susan,

they're outside!

Susan, get dressed!

sh*t!

Why didn't they tell us?

Why are they already outside?

Why didn't they tell us?

It's 3:00 in the morning!

I don't know.

What do we need?

They're in full gear!

Webbing, r*fle...

Helmet.

We need to go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

Come on, come on!

Let's go. They're waiting!

Oh, sh*t!

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

Well, how nice of you

to finally join us.

(Breathing heavily)

What was the problem?

Not enough time to do your hair?

Didn't hear the call, Warrant.

- Langford!

- Sir!

On me.

What do you see, Langford?

Women, sir.

Wrong answer.

Now, I'll repeat the question.

What do you see?

Well, I see

Officer Cadet Schneider,

Officer Cadet Lewinberg,

Officer Cadet Thomas

and Officer Cadet Perron.

That's Captain Perron.

Now tell me, Langford,

why did these soldiers

not hear the call?

I mean, we passed the word

around the barracks, sir.

You passed the word around.

OK. Is this broken

f*cking telephone? Huh?

No, I thought--

Are you too f*cking lazy,

too f*cking stupid

or too f*cking crippled?

No, sir!

See, that was not

a yes or no question.

Do I need to find another

platoon senior, Langford?

Don't f*cking look at me.

No, sir!

All right!

Hands on the bars.

Drop your kit and weapons.

Let's go.

Yes, sir!

Move it!

Move! Move!

Move!

This is what happens

when you do not follow orders!

Everyone pays!

Now, we may have

some special trainees this year,

but this is still

our nation's infantry.

At least a dozen of you pussies

will give up and go home

after this phase.

If you think that might be you,

do it now and save yourself

a world of hurt.

Volunteers!

No, Warrant!

Perron.

Yes, sir!

Now, is this everything

you hoped it would be and more?

Yes, Captain!

Then don't f*ck it up.

No, sir!

(g*nshots)

You smiling?

Hey, Smith, are you smiling?

Better wipe that smile

off your face.

Move it, move it, move it!

Let's go!

Keep up, girl scout.

f*ck off!

My jacket's too big.

(Scoffing)

f*cking weekend warrior.

You got that right.

What was Captain Perron up to

before the infantry?

Logistics.

Close as I could

get to the field. You?

Football. Screwed up my back.

By the time it healed,

I lost my spot.

Not good enough for football,

but just fine for the infantry.

- Mm-hmm.

- Look at him.

He's made for this.

Except he farts

in the tent.

Don't know why your wife

hasn't divorced you yet.

True love, my friend.

What would you

know about it, hmm?

Markers, move your lazy asses.

Let's go!

You know Captain Pritchett?

He was my

parachute instructor in cadets.

Why would anyone want to jump

out of a perfectly good plane?

It's useful when you

want to become a paratrooper.

Heard crazy sh*t

about him.

Keep up the pace,

m*therf*ckers,

or I'll give you something

to whine about.

He's a psycho?

- Yeah.

- Hmm.

(g*nshots)

Let's go, let's go!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

This is the infantry!

This is what you wanted!

Faster!

(Sighing)

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Come on!

On your feet!

That's it.

(Man shouting, indistinct)

Enjoying the view?

(Breathing heavily)

Go on, Sanchez!

Get 'em all f*cking back!

(Grunting)

- Oh!

- Ball!

You idiot.

You're out!

Minus two, down to 28.

Who's next?

(Breathing heavily)

(g*nsh*t)

(Men shouting, indistinct)

Let's go, let's go!

Down to 23!

Not even a f*cking platoon.

Next up, go, up!

Push! Push!

Come on! Come on, guys!

(g*nshots)

(Door opening)

(Footsteps, door closing)

Sergeant Monroe.

Please have a seat.

I'll stand if you don't mind.

It was a long flight.

It says here

you put in for your release.

Soldiers usually leave

without a formal exit interview

by the military police.

Indeed, Captain.

Aren't you the first woman

to lead an infantry platoon?

Yes, Sergeant.

Can we just skip to the part

where you explain

what I'm doing here?

Please sit.

People, politicians

and the public

are asking us

a lot of questions right now.

That boy that died in Somalia

while on our base

has upset a lot of folks.

You may have heard there's

an inquiry on TV every day.

Yes, there was

a lot of talk on tour.

But I was in Croatia,

not Somalia.

What's your point?

We're investigating

any rumour of misconduct.

There was never any misconduct

in my regard, Sergeant.

Captain Pritchett

was in charge

during your

infantry training, right?

Yes.

A Rambo type?

Pritchett was intense,

but he was a good instructor.

So intense that he snapped

during your prisoner exercise.

He was also in Somalia

when the boy died.

Maybe this is

where impunity leads.

So, no impropriety here?

No need for further inquiry?

No, Sergeant.

Execute the prisoner!

Your boyfriend,

Captain Kevin Moran,

seems to tell the contrary

in this statement from May '92.

Ex-boyfriend.

He couldn't deal

with his girlfriend

coming home from work

with bruises.

The details in this report

are pretty damning.

It says here that

you deny any wrongdoing.

Do you still

have the same opinion?

That was years ago.

What's done is done.

So, nothing happened in

Gagetown during training, right?

No, Sergeant.

Why did you quit?

Soldiers leave all the time.

Not those with medals

and commendations.

Unless you're going

to arrest me, I...

(Chair moving)

That'll be all for now.

Welcome home, Captain Perron.

(Men talking, indistinct)

- Hey.

- Hey!

Give me that.

I don't think your figure

can afford it, Russo.

(Laughing)

Oh man, you don't want

to mess with Perron.

She's a captain.

Huh?

Captain Pepperoni!

(Men laughing)

Never heard that, Langford.

Original.

Stick around for another

30 years, Langford.

They might make you

a captain too.

Oh, look who's

a pepperoni lover!

Wow!

You jealous?

(Men laughing)

No.

I'm kind of curious, actually.

What's going on over here, huh?

You guys think

being nice to her

is going to get you,

like, laid or something?

Huh? Seriously.

Anyways, I'd rather

be with the one

with the c*ck lips.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, definitely.

She's got the...

Oh, come on!

Seriously?

Relax. It's a joke.

Yeah!

It's a f*cking

compliment, too.

(Men laughing)

No? Isn't it? What?

Shut up!

You shut up, man.

You don't get tired of

hearing yourself speak?

Eat your f*cking soup.

Don't f*cking talk to me.

Again.

It's just a joke.

Wasn't funny the first time.

Susan, don't quit.

Guys had more respect for me

when I was bartending.

You know, how does

this not bother you?

I've wanted to be here

since I was 14.

Yeah, well, I hope it's

worth it for you, but...

I'm done.

f*ck them and f*ck the army!

Good luck, Sandra.

200 metres ahead!

On your line!

On target, fire!

(g*nshots)

Line up for final declaration!

You get caught with

any ammunition, you're out.

No worries. Take your time.

I have no live rounds or empty

casings in my possession, sir.

I have no live rounds

or empty casings

in my possession, sir.

I have no live rounds or empty

casings in my possession, sir.

I have no live rounds

or empty casings

in my possession, sir.

I have no live rounds or empty

casings in my possession, sir.

Did you check all your

pockets, Ms. Perron?

Yes, Sergeant.

Next!

I have no live rounds

or empty casings

in my possession, sir.

I have no live rounds or empty

casings in my possession, sir.

(Sighing)

At ease.

Sir?

You'll be getting an

excellent grade for this phase.

Thank you, sir.

Yeah, your name's even been

tossed around several times

for, uh, top candidate.

But since you're the first woman

training to be

an infantry officer,

we all felt that, uh,

it would make you an easy target

for the next phase.

I don't want to

stand out, sir.

That's my ride.

Happy birthday, birthday boy!

Wow, that's amazing.

Wow, thank you!

(All talking, indistinct)

Oh!

Almost.

One more.

Where do you put the sugar?

I can't find anything

in this hole.

- Oh!

- Gotcha!

Don't run!

Another one, soldier.

Stop with the stupid game.

She needs both hands

to hold her g*n.

She's tough.

She's my daughter.

Are you tired, ma belle?

It's intense, but I love it.

Je t'aime.

Kids, everyone at the table now!

Listen to Grandma, come!

- Thank you.

- Let's go, guys, everybody.

(All talking, indistinct)

Guys!

Guys, I want a moment, please.

Hey, everybody!

- Grandpa has something to say.

- Everybody, guys.

Listen to Grandpa.

Sandra, I'm very proud of you.

You've worked so hard

to make it this far.

You're gonna make it

all the way.

Let's all raise a glass.

To you, Captain Perron.

Thank you.

(All talking, indistinct)

- Cheers!

- Cheers!

Well, tonight isn't about me.

It's, uh, Kevin's

birthday, so...

Oh, it's a little bit

about you, too.

OK, um...

Look, I know you'll get deployed

right after training, and...

the regiment will send

me God knows where.

But when the army does decide

that we can be

in the same place...

will you marry me?

(Whispering):

Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring.

(Whispering):

Say something. Anything.

Yes, yes!

(All cheering, laughing)

Oh, man...

I love you.

I love you too.

Oh, they look so beautiful.

I love them so much!

I can't wait to have

another grandchild.

OK, let's get more wine!

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

(Man breathing heavily)

Hello?

Who is this?

(Heavy breathing continues)

Oh, don't worry.

I just want to have fun.

Who the f*ck is this?

Oh, you're made for f*cking,

not for fighting.

It's not funny.

(Line clicking)

(Door opening, closing)

Hey, do you want to

go for a run tomorrow?

I got to burn off

those 3 pieces of cake.

Yeah.

(Man): Welcome back,

welcome back, boys!

I'll be here...

(Sighing)

(Humming fanfare )

(Knocking)

Come on, Pepperoni.

Leave's over.

Time to hit the gym.

Yeah, got to work off

my mom's lasagne.

Tell me about it.

I lost two abs in a week.

We're gonna drop our bags.

I'll meet you guys there, OK?

- Cool. See you there.

- Later, Cap.

(Weights clanging)

(Breathing heavily)

(Talking, indistinct)

(Grunting)

Hello?

(Man breathing heavily)

Who is this?

(Grunting)

Who the f*ck is this?

Oh, don't worry.

I just want to have fun.

(Man laughing)

Oh, you're made for f*cking,

not for fighting.

f*cking.

f*cking.

f*cking!

Not for fighting.

Clear!

- Clear!

- Clear!

f*ck!

Calm the f*ck down, Langford!

(Grunting)

f*ck!

Oh, f*ck! Ah!

f*cking b*tch.

Go cry outside.

f*ck!

Gas, gas, gas!

(Men shouting in distance)

Let's go, let's go!

Let's get the f*ck out!

Let's get the f*ck out, come on!

Faster! Everyone, move faster!

Gas clear!

Gas clear! Gas clear!

Gas clear!

Strip down to

the waist for decon!

That means now!

Faster! Faster, you pussies!

You've just been exposed

to mustard gas!

Sulfur mustard

is burning your skin!

It's in your eyes!

Get your f*cking clothes off!

Hey! Keep it on.

Put your sh*t over there!

Over to the side!

Well, you're all dead.

Too slow to mask up

and too slow to get out.

(All groaning)

This is what death feels like.

This is what death

and incompetence feels like.

What, you don't like it?

Guys, they don't

seem to like it.

(Laughing)

(Shuddering)

How many times

do I have to f*cking k*ll you

before you learn

how to stay alive?

Wrap this up.

All right, get dressed.

Regroup at the bivouac.

Ah, God...

(Insects chirring)

Want a rematch

tomorrow, Langford?

She was lucky they

called a gas attack, man.

Come on, bro.

We all died in that anyways.

Let it go.

Holy Christ, Sanchez!

You fall off a truck?

Prisoner exercise.

I heard he went through

half an hour of hell.

- You OK, buddy?

- Mmm.

- Good night, guys.

- Good night, Perron!

Sleep tight.

(Rain pattering on tent)

Are you in there, Perron?

(Men laughing)

Open the f*cking zipper, moron.

Hey, f*ck off!

Hey, get the f*ck out of here!

What the f*ck?

f*ck you, b*tch!

Let's get out of here.

(Men laughing)

What would you have me do,

Captain Perron?

I should be in a tent with

the other trainees, Warrant.

And how's that

going to be any better?

Isolating me sends

the wrong message.

And what's that?

That I'm not

like everyone else.

It's pretty clear

that you're not.

Warrant, if I'm to

lead a platoon,

I have to be with the soldiers,

not away from them.

First, let's see if you

even make it through this phase.

Dismissed, Captain.

(Laughing)

(Laughing)

Have a good sleep, Captain?

(Man talking, indistinct)

Sandra, are you OK?

Captain.

Hey!

(Breathing heavily)

(Dog barking)

(Car starting)

Captain Perron!

I just passed your place.

I have a few more miles.

Captain Perron.

Captain Perron, I just want

a few minutes of your time

to talk about your resignation.

We've been through this.

Captain, are you playing

some kind of game with us?

I don't follow.

In my line of work,

coincidences are red flags.

Meaning?

This showed up

on my desk today.

Doesn't look like

your average exercise.

Are you sure about that?

When was the last time

you were in the field?

All these allegations

about you being mistreated,

and then you resign,

but one and one don't make two?

I've given my life

to the Forces.

That's why I don't get it.

Please leave me alone.

Captain, the way I see it,

either you come clean

or you find out who's using you

to send us a message.

I need answers.

And right now, all the clues

lead back to you.

(Wind howling)

Stop it and keep watch.

(Scoffing)

You can play tough,

Perron, I'll give you that.

But it won't change the fact

that you f*ck things up

just by being here.

This isn't prom, OK?

This is real.

Guys will risk their lives

just to save your helpless a*s.

I have yet to see you risk

anything for anyone, Langford.

Hey. You have any change?

Hmm?

I want to get a Coke

from the vending machine.

Hey, wake up.

You're hallucinating.

Why didn't you wait

until morning to attack?

I don't know.

It would have made

a lot more sense.

Oh, something weird.

(g*nshots in distance)

Why don't they use

their blackout lights?

Oh, f*ck! sh*t.

You guys have eyes?

- No.

- Negative.

f*ck...

Can't see sh*t.

(Grunting)

Get the f*ck off!

(Breathing heavily)

Don't worry,

we're right behind you!

Shut up!

f*ck!

(Grunting)

Go!

(Engine rumbling)

(Sandra grunting)

Take her boots off.

Oh, f*ck! b*tch!

It's worse

if you struggle.

Come on, man.

Pin her down.

(Grunting)

(Breathing heavily)

Bring me a knife.

I think you need

a little haircut.

(Moaning)

Name and serial number.

Captain Perron.

Alpha 38947607.

Which unit are you from?

Alpha 38947607.

What's the password?

Alpha 38907.

(Screaming)

The radio frequency.

Give it up.

Ah!

(Screaming)

Give me the password!

Name!

Pritchett...

Perron.

(Breathing heavily)

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

(Coughing)

Smile for us.

One more.

One more, one more.

Cheese!

(Laughing)

Get the f*ck out of here!

Get out!

John, stop. Please stop.

Please stop.

(Breathing slowly)

(Footsteps)

Hey.

Wake up.

Last chance.

Give me the password.

Give up, Perron, or you'll die.

Password!

Ah...

f*ck you.

Execute the prisoner!

Right here.

Ready? Fire!

(g*nshots)

All right,

pack up the equipment.

Get her boots.

(Groaning)

Go warm up in the truck.

I'm fine.

(Coughing)

(Men talking in distance)

(Coughing)

(Knocking on door)

Shower's all yours!

You OK?

Pritchett gave me a fail

on the prisoner exercise.

(Coughing)

What more

did he want you to do?

Everybody on base is talking

about how tough you were.

Uh, you know, we tried to

mount a counterattack

to get you out of there,

but they wouldn't let us.

You did?

Yeah.

Come on, Pepperoni.

You aced all the other tests.

You'll still pass.

Hey...

Don't quit.

You are totally

kicking our asses out there.

I swear I'll never

fart in the truck again.

(Chuckling, coughing)

Don't make a promise

your a*s can't keep, Colin.

Get in the shower.

You stink!

Oh! And stop looking at that.

(Coughing, sniffling)

Hey, you.

Get over here right now.

Come here.

(Laughing)

Hello.

- Hi.

I miss you.

Missed you too.

I got captured by

the Demo Platoon.

How was the drive?

Who did this to you?

It looks worse than it is.

You're covered in bruises.

Hey, come here.

I missed you.

I'm afraid I'm gonna hurt you.

I'm fine.

Pritchett knows what he's doing.

What the f*ck?

It's the prisoner exercise.

You know how it goes.

That's bullshit! OK?

You're not supposed to

actually injure the prisoner.

You can get...

You can get charged for this.

f*ck, I swear to God

I'm gonna k*ll him.

At least he thinks

I can do this.

He's f*cking insane.

Kev, I'm almost done.

I'm making it.

Be on my side.

(Coughing)

Captain Perron, we were there.

Yeah, you're

a crazy m*therf*cker.

You deserve your spot.

Thanks.

(Coughing)

Such a bookworm, Perron.

Studying for

my final exam, Warrant.

Infantry school's deputy

commander wants to see you.

Yes, Warrant.

We don't have all day.

Move it.

What are you going to

whine about this time?

I assure you that any

information you share with us

will be confidential.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Is there anything

you want to tell us

about how the exercise went?

It was the usual

prisoner exercise.

The normal rigour?

I believe so, sir.

You're sure

nothing irregular...

(Man continues, indistinct)

It was tough and it was a

valuable training exercise, sir.

Dismissed.

Of course I reported it.

For f*ck's sake, Kevin.

Are you trying to

sabotage my career?

Everyone's gonna think

I ran into my boyfriend's arms

at the first sign of trouble.

It's him I'm going after.

OK, he shouldn't be

allowed to train mall cops,

let alone soldiers.

I told you I was fine!

He proved to everyone

that I can do it.

Sandra...

He tortured you. OK?

Someone had to call him out.

Stop f*cking protecting me!

(Coughing)

(Sighing)

Ready for your final test,

Captain Perron?

Yes, sir!

Be sharp.

One-two Alpha, one-two Bravo.

One-two Alpha, do you copy?

One-two... Alpha, do you...

(All laughing)

One-two, Alpha!

Do you hear me?

Fire!

Sustain fire!

Yo, Langford!

What's going on, Perron?

f*ck!

Are you ready

for another spin, Perron?

Langford, grab it!

(All laughing)

Prepare to dismount!

What, are you taking a break?

Come on, let's go!

Mind your feet, Perron!

Come on, move!

Move! Let's go!

Up, up, up, up, up!

- Move it! Let's go!

- Let's go!

Perron! What the hell

are you waiting for?

Move your a*s!

You're supposed to be in charge!

- f*ck!

- Let's go!

Nice of you to join the party.

All right, index, index.

Come on, gentlemen.

f*ck!

All right, calm down.

Here.

You're passing me?

What, you'd rather

I flunk you?

Everything got messed up.

The comms were blocked.

OK. So what did you do?

I had to switch

to visual signals.

Yeah, and since your

initial orders were clear,

the fire group

was able to give you

suppressive fire

for the as*ault.

Now, sure, you weren't able to

join your guys right away,

but everything worked.

Do you know what we call that?

It's called leadership. Yeah.

You can evaluate leadership

by how well your troops perform

when you're not there

to hold their hands.

That's it. You made it.

You're now an infantry officer.

Congratulations,

Captain Perron.

Thank you, sir.

By the way, you're gonna

need a new frag vest.

Oh, we took it for a spin,

for sure.

(Man whistling)

(Men laughing)

(Breathing heavily)

(Sniffling)

Cheers to the first

female infantry officer!

(All chanting):

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

(Chanting continues)

Welcome to the Van Doos.

Je me souviens.

- To all of us!

- Shut up, man!

The famous Captain Perron.

I've heard you're

one tough cookie.

Think you're ready

to be a Van Doos?

Yes, sir.

At ease.

Hey, stop! Stop it! Stop!

Everybody has to

do it, Perron!

Come on!

(All chanting):

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

Stop! No, stop!

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

(All cheering, shouting)

(Gasping)

(Laughing)

- (Man): Let go!

- You wanna be a Van Doos?

(Man laughing)

(Coughing)

(All laughing)

Whoo!

Give her the beer!

Let's go!

(All chanting):

Chug, chug, chug!

(All cheering)

Yeah!

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

(Breathing heavily)

(Journalist):

In an unprecedented

nationwide operation,

the Canadian Armed Forces has

initiated a comprehensive review

of documents in response

to the ongoing Somalia inquiry.

The effort, directed by

military high command,

aims to reshape

public perception

amid allegations of misconduct

within the Forces.

Sergeant Charles Monroe

commented on the effort.

The goal is to provide

all related documents

in order to address these

allegations of cover-up

within the Department

of National Defence.

The military's actions remain

under intense public scrutiny

as the investigation unfolds.

Recent testimony from

Captain Richard Pritchett

sparked controversy after

he revealed his decision

to classify petty theft

by Somali civilians as sabotage,

which he claims justified

the use of deadly force.

(Music on radio )

Now for the weather.

Tonight's forecast calls for

temperatures dipping to...

(Door closing)

...with a partly cloudy sky

and light breezes.

(Banging sound)

I didn't send this.

But I'm glad somebody did.

You're glad

someone's harassing me?

You never wanted to

say anything, Sandra.

You could have put in

a dozen complaints about this.

We've been through this

many times.

- I'm just saying.

- Imagine this gets out.

All my years of service

reduced to this one picture.

I like yours better.

Sandra...

How--how are things?

How do you find the civvy life?

It's a b*tch.

You? How's the new place?

Bridget keeps repainting.

Have you set a date?

Next summer.

Congratulations.

(Machine beeping)

Hey, it's Colin.

Haven't heard from you since

you got back from Croatia.

Should I be worried

about you, Pepperoni?

Call me.

(Machine beeping)

Hi, sweetie.

How's the new place?

They need someone

to say a few words

at my retirement ceremony

next month.

Find a couple nice things

to say about your old dad?

Let me know.

(Machine beeping)

This is

General Milton's office,

requesting a meeting

about an urgent matter.

Please call us back as soon

as you receive this message.

(Machine beeping)

sh*t!

(Phone ringing)

(Man talking in distance,

indistinct)

Sir?

Sit, Perron.

You know Sergeant Monroe?

You look unconscious

in this photo.

Were you?

Unconscious, Ms. Perron?

It was an exhausting

exercise, sir.

Hmm, right.

So someone

just sent me a picture

of a soldier taking a nap

tied to a tree.

I've been told you took early

release after your last tour.

Why?

To pursue new challenges, sir.

Hmm, right.

This photo on my desk.

Why do you want the world to see

how badly you were mistreated?

General, sir,

we have no concrete evidence.

You haven't been able to

get the job done, Sergeant,

so I had to

come up with my own conclusions.

If this picture gets out...

it would damage the men

who are bravely serving

this country at this time.

General, sir, I did not--

You're going to make

this disappear, for good.

Cease and desist.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

That'll be all for now.

Thank you for coming.

One last thing.

Not everyone has

what it takes to be a soldier.

So stop dragging

our name through the mud.

Just get over it.

See yourself out, Ms. Perron.

Captain!

I'm sorry that remark...

I'm sorry.

That was uncalled for.

I can still do something

if you just tell me

who you're trying to protect.

If I sent the picture,

how come I got one too?

So this is going public

one way or another.

You can't blame them

for being concerned.

An exercise that

happened 3 years ago?

Is that why

you think I resigned?

They can pull out

all the photos of me they want,

but the real stuff,

the actual sh*t I went through,

doesn't show up

in a picture, Sergeant.

f*ck!

A few of the officers

have pled your case.

You have quite the fan club.

How do you mean, sir?

I was going to keep you here

in charge of the rear party,

but it was suggested

you be given a chance

to prove yourself.

And you know what I told them?

No, sir.

I told them

I'd take you overseas.

Just to shut them up.

Will I be leading

a platoon, sir?

Not quite yet, Captain.

Be satisfied that you are

going on your first tour.

Thank you, sir.

You won't regret it.

Mm-hmm.

I thought the pill.

I--I don't know.

We'll figure it out. OK?

Look at me.

This can be a good thing.

(Kevin inhaling deeply,

exhaling)

If I ask for leave now,

my career is over.

So, the army decides

whether or not we have kids?

It's not just me.

You're gone most of the time.

Are you even sure

you want to be a father?

(Sighing)

(Coughing)

Your age?

And your occupation?

I'm an officer

in the Armed Forces.

And have you had

an ab*rtion before?

Sandra, have you had

an ab*rtion before?

Yes.

How old were you?

Take 3 deep breaths.

Have you had an ab*rtion before?

Yes.

How old were you?

19.

This is gonna feel

a little cold.

You're gonna feel

a little pinch.

(Moaning)

(Man shouting in distance)

John, we should study.

Hey, I got you something.

What?

What is it?

- You wanna see it?

- Yeah.

Oh my God!

Don't.

But you want me, don't you?

John, I've never

done this before.

- You're so beautiful.

- Please stop.

(John grunting)

John, stop. Please stop.

You're so beautiful.

It's almost over, sweetie.

(Line ringing)

Oui, all?

All, maman. It's me.

Ah, ma chrie.

Comment a va?

Sorry we didn't

confirm a date for dinner.

I left Kevin messages, but he

hasn't returned any of my calls.

Are you OK?

Oui. He's just a little sad

I'm leaving, that's all.

Your dad has been bragging

about you all week.

He's so proud of his daughter

going on her first tour.

You must be so excited.

Bosnia!

Yeah.

(Sniffling)

Are you OK, sweetie?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just

a little tired, that's all.

Are you sure you're all right?

We'll still see you

before you go?

Yeah, of course.

I have to go, Mom.

I love you both.

Love you, too.

(Men talking, indistinct)

It took a day and a half

for the convoy

to get to Fojnica's hospital.

What's the status?

The crew was devastated

by what they saw.

Some of the babies

had died from dehydration.

Send a report to

the United Nations

High Commissioner for Refugees.

Yes, sir.

Sir, the escort

for the Fojnica convoy

made a request

for additional personnel.

I'd like to join

on my next rotation.

We need our people

in the duty room.

My duty room colleague just

came back from his rotation.

Irrelevant.

Sir, I'm dispatching troops

blind from behind a desk.

I haven't been on the field

or seen the terrain.

I haven't even been

in a checkpoint.

I'm trained to be in the field.

It's 24 hours, sir. Not even--

Request denied.

End of discussion.

(Helicopter blades chopping

in distance)

(Sighing)

(g*nshots in distance)

(Blasts in distance)

202 Russo.

Nice to meet you.

All right, so you

can come with me.

You're gonna see it,

but we set up our tents

in this old factory.

It's much safer

than being outside.

Yeah.

So, how many are you here?

Uh, in Camp Visoko,

at some point,

we were almost 850 men.

A bit crowded.

So who is it exactly

you wanted to speak to?

I've got a couple men

who've been on the field.

Uh, I'd like to talk

with Captain Perron.

Sure.

(Clears throat)

Perron.

Looks like you're the star.

(Sighing)

Tell Con Sign 3

to send me a sitrep.

- She'll be there in a minute.

- Thanks.

This won't take

too much of your time.

If you just stand here,

and we'll get started

right away.

Oh my f*cking God!

Captain Perron,

you have the distinction

of being the first woman

in our nation's infantry.

Did being a woman

make things different for you?

I went through the same

training as my brothers in arms.

And did the guys

behave differently with you?

We're all on the same team.

(Men laughing)

Are the locals surprised

when they see a woman

coming out of a patrol tank?

Well, I haven't...

I haven't yet had the

opportunity to go on patrol,

but the locals inside the camp

seem to understand

that I'm just doing my job.

Great.

(Men chatting, laughing)

Oh, look at you, Perron!

Looking all pretty for

the cameras, Mrs. Superstar.

"We're all on the same team."

Give me some sugar, come on!

Whoo, whoo!

Hey, boys, boys,

you know what the f*ck this is?

This is f*cking Perron, baby.

Captain Perron!

(Laughing)

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh yeah!

(Men laughing)

Did being a woman

make things different for you?

So, the army decides

whether or not we have kids?

(g*nsh*t)

(Ducks honking)

(Bird cawing)

Nice camouflage, sir.

Works for the birds.

Not an easy place to find.

Well, nobody comes out here.

Got this in the mail.

This is it, huh?

(Birds calling)

Anonymous...

Ah, the sign of valour.

They sent the same threat

to the general.

It's gonna be in the news soon.

Don't worry,

they're after me, not you.

But I'm the one

in the picture.

You're like me, Perron.

You bother people.

Pretty picture, though.

Tasteful.

You know they're

gonna use this

to say women

can't be in combat arms.

And there's not much

you can do about it.

Most people will look

at a picture

of a soldier tied to a tree,

and they'll feel sorry for you.

I was there.

I know what you did.

So what is it, Perron?

You here to tell me

I pushed you too hard?

No one doubted I was

infantry after that.

So, what are you going to do?

I was kind of hoping

it would magically go away.

Listen, Sandra.

Talk if you want.

Don't talk if you don't want.

You're not tied to a tree.

Is that him?

Go give him the letter.

Can we trust that journalist?

He's the only one I know.

Are you sure about this?

I need to tell my side

of the story first.

It's gonna

come out anyway, Colin.

Right.

Preemptive strike,

it's the least bad option.

I'll be right back.

- OK.

Dear Mr. Baker,

here's the anonymous letter

that I received.

This prisoner exercise

was rooted in

Captain Pritchett's belief

that I was tough

and that he would help me

prove it to the world.

I admit it was hard,

beyond hard even.

But Pritchett saw me

as a soldier

when very few others did.

I love serving my country,

and I'll always wear

the uniform like a second skin,

even as a civilian.

I didn't quit the military

because of what

happened that night.

I quit because I always wanted

to fight on the front lines.

But when I finally did,

I never thought the enemy

would be inside my own ranks.

(People talking, indistinct)

- Did you find her parents?

- We're still searching.

Who's taking care of her?

A neighbour.

(People screaming)

(Alarm sounding)

(Man):

Everybody, take cover!

(Man on PA):

Do not engage.

I say again, do not engage.

(expl*si*n)

(g*nshots)

Let's get them

back in the tents.

Get civilians under cover

right now!

All right, over here!

Smith's still on patrol.

Seven Niner Alpha,

this is Seven Niner.

Let's hear

Echo Tango Alpha, over.

Seven Niner Alpha,

on standby, over.

Seven Niner Alpha, move.

I say again, move.

Over.

Seven Niner Alpha, roger out.

Let's go.

(g*nshots)

It's getting bigger.

We'll set up more tents.

(expl*si*n)

(People shouting)

(Baby crying)

Calm down, calm down!

Calm down!

(expl*si*n,

people screaming)

(Horn honking)

This way!

How is it out there?

A lot of dead bodies

on the ground.

They're moving through

with a vengeance.

I want to let a maximum

of refugees in.

Gonzales, 10 more men

at the gate.

Smith, ask the mechanic

to have a tow on standby.

Let's make sure everyone's safe.

(People screaming)

Come on. Let's go.

Yes, ma'am.

Over here.

Over here.

Right here.

One at a time,

one at a time!

(Knocking on door)

You wanted to see me, sir?

Sit down.

You received a special mention

from Major General Delorme.

He liked your work

with the refugees.

Well done.

Thank you, sir.

I've also received word

about your next posting.

Once you're back in Canada,

you're going to be sent

to the combat training centre

at Gagetown.

In what capacity, sir?

You'll be second in command

of phase two infantry training.

What about my request

to transfer to

the airborne regiment?

Denied.

- May I ask why, sir?

- Why what?

Why I'm being given a

junior lieutenant's position

when I'm a senior captain.

I have two 6-month tours

under my belt.

I've commanded troops,

a platoon.

My evaluations

have been excellent.

Captain Perron, I'm sure

you don't run this army yet,

so if you're

being sent to Gagetown,

it's for a good reason.

That's a significant

demotion, sir.

You'll be fulfilling

a very important function.

What's that?

A lot of young officers

don't believe

women belong in the infantry.

Train them from the start,

and they'll grow

to tolerate you.

Tolerate me?

Yes, Captain.

They'll get used to

having a female presence.

I'm being demoted

because some officer cadet

doesn't think I belong

in the infantry.

This is

non-negotiable, Captain.

If you wish to lodge

a formal complaint,

there is a procedure

for that, or...

you can get yourself pregnant.

Permission to leave, sir.

Dismissed.

(Men talking, indistinct)

(Speaking foreign language)

Stay here.

I'll take care of it.

(Dog whimpering)

sh*t.

(Whimpering)

You've worked so hard

to make it this far.

You're going to make it

all the way. To you.

It's a significant demotion.

Congratulations,

Captain Perron.

My career is over.

(g*nsh*t)

(Breathing heavily)

More trouble for

the Canadian Armed Forces.

A new story has emerged

of a hellish night

for a young female officer

at CFB Gagetown,

New Brunswick, in 1992.

(Phone ringing)

Our source reports that

during the combat exercise,

Captain Sandra Perron

was tied to a tree

and beaten repeatedly

before being left without

her boots in the snow overnight.

sh*t.

Captain Pritchett,

who's a suspect

in the Somalia affair,

was in charge of the exercise.

The National Defence has

declined a request for comment

and no official

statement has been issued.

Captain Perron

has recently resigned

from the Canadian Armed Forces

and has also refused to comment.

This revelation is

fuelling speculation

about a possible cover-up.

(Phone ringing)

It's Sandra.

Yes.

OK.

OK, I'll meet you there.

(Grunting)

(Talking, indistinct)

Captain Perron!

Been thinking about you

quite a lot today.

You and every other Canadian.

We'll never figure out

who sent that photo.

Not sure it matters

at this point.

It matters to me, Sandra.

I'll keep investigating.

I have a hunch on who

sent it to the press.

- Would you like some coffee?

- Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

I thought if I told them

my side of the story,

what it's been like

for me as a soldier,

how proud I'd always been

to serve...

maybe it would

come out different.

But they

twisted it all up, and...

I thought if they reported

on what really happened,

I would spare

my parents some pain.

I put them through

a lot this year.

It can be hard

to protect those we love.

I've tried to explain it...

even to myself.

It's really hard.

Hey...

Try me.

The past 5 years have

been like water t*rture.

Every single day, a drop.

Threats, isolation, gossip.

Name-calling...

"c**t, b*tch, sl*t."

In the moment, I said nothing,

because it seemed so

insignificant, but...

Day after day, drop after drop,

it became unbearable.

I couldn't just be a soldier.

I had to represent

all women all the time.

I had to prove 20 times a day

that I deserved to be there.

I think I did that right.

Did I at least prove

it could be done?

Sandra, you were

a great soldier.

And we should have done

everything in our power

to hold on to you.

And that is a terrible,

terrible shame.

(Sniffling)

Thank you.

(Inhaling deeply, exhaling)

You failed me?

You died, Perron.

You were ex*cuted.

What's a soldier's job?

To follow orders.

No, to stay alive.

That's your ultimate

objective in w*r.

And sometimes that means feeding

the enemy bits of information.

You have to make them believe

it's in their best interest

to keep you alive.

But you gave nothing.

You just took

all the punishment.

You have something to prove.

I get it.

There's one thing

you got to understand.

A soldier

who can't fight anymore

is of no use to anyone.

(People chatting,

indistinct)

Is that Sandra Perron?

It looks like her.

(Violin music on PA )

Want a drink? I'm buying.

Two, please.

Thank you.

Cheers.

This retirement party

is making me nervous.

I'm like you.

I don't like all this attention.

35 years of service.

Just a couple more than me.

Are you that soldier girl

from the TV?

What were they thinking,

putting a pretty girl like you

through all that?

Well, good on you

for leaving, dear.

The army is no place for women.

You're supposed to say:

"Thank you for your service."

Come on...

I'm gonna sit down.

Captain Perron.

Sergeant Monroe.

My granddaughter, Jennifer.

Pleasure to meet you,

Captain Perron.

It's nice to meet you.

My friends and I are

obsessed with you.

I just finished

basic training,

and, Captain,

I really want to thank you.

Thank me?

Yeah, for everything you did.

You know, for women.

Jennifer, I think we've taken

enough of Captain Perron's time.

It's good to see you, Sandra.

It's nice

seeing you, Sergeant.

And now, to tell us about

the newly retired

Lieutenant Colonel Perron,

I would like to invite

his daughter,

the also newly retired

Captain Perron.

(Audience applauding)

When I was asked to prepare

a few words for tonight,

it was strongly suggested

I use the theme:

"Like father, like daughter."

And since the suggestion

came from the army,

I understood

what "strongly suggested" means.

(Audience laughing)

People often say

I remind them of my father.

And when my mother hears this,

she likes to say

we look nothing alike,

but we do have

the same pig-headedness.

Then my father always says that

you need to be a little stubborn

to get what you want in life.

He says that when you

don't have a goal...

When you have a goal, sorry...

(Breathing shakily)

(Man coughing)

I'm so proud of you, Dad.

I'm so proud of everything

you accomplished.

I'm proud

of the example you set.

My greatest hope would have been

to make you proud

in the same way.

Since I was a kid,

I had this image,

this dream...

that one day,

we'd see my daughter off

on her first

peacekeeping mission

with her brothers

and sisters in arms.

You told us we could do

anything we wanted in life

if we worked hard enough.

I believed it.

I really wanted it to be true.

I worked as hard as I could.

That's not always enough.

It's hard when

you're on your own.

But I think I was the first...

but I won't be the last.

(Audience applauding)

(Birds chirping)