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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.

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.

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.

You have custody till I'm back.

Got it.

Take care of the old lady.

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.

Bunch of chicks.

They don't seem too thrilled to have us.

We're the first ones. They'll come around.

Can I have the top bunk?

Sure.

Nice!

All right, hurry up!

Come on, come on!

Go!

Shit.

Hey, wake up! Get dressed!

What's going on?

Sandra, what's going on?

Get dressed!

Come on, Susan, they're outside!

Susan, get dressed!

Shit!

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, rifle...

Helmet.

We need to go! We gotta go, we gotta go!

Come on, come on! Let's go. They're waiting!

Oh, shit!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Well, how nice of you to finally join us.

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 fucking telephone? Huh?

No, I thought--

Are you too fucking lazy,

too fucking stupid or too fucking crippled?

No, sir!

See, that was not a yes or no question.

Do I need to find another platoon senior, Langford?

Don't fucking 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 fuck it up.

No, sir!

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.

Fuck off! My jacket's too big.

Fucking 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 shit about him.

Keep up the pace, motherfuckers,

or I'll give you something to whine about.

He's a psycho?

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Let's go, let's go!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

This is the infantry! This is what you wanted!

Faster!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go! Come on!

On your feet!

That's it.

Enjoying the view?

Go on, Sanchez! Get 'em all fucking back!

- Oh! - Ball!

You idiot. You're out!

Minus two, down to 28.

Who's next?

Let's go, let's go!

Down to 23!

Not even a fucking platoon.

Next up, go, up!

Push! Push! Come on! Come on, guys!

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...

That'll be all for now.

Welcome home, Captain Perron.

- Hey. - Hey!

Give me that.

I don't think your figure can afford it, Russo.

Oh man, you don't want to mess with Perron.

She's a captain.

Huh?

Captain Pepperoni!

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?

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 cocksucking lips.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, definitely. She's got the...

Oh, come on!

Seriously?

Relax. It's a joke.

Yeah!

It's a fucking compliment, too.

No? Isn't it? What?

Shut up!

You shut up, man.

You don't get tired of hearing yourself speak?

Eat your fucking soup. Don't fucking 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.

Fuck them and fuck the army!

Good luck, Sandra.

200 metres ahead! On your line!

On target, fire!

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.

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!

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 gun.

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.

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.

- 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?

Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring.

Say something. Anything.

Yes, yes!

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!

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Oh, don't worry.

I just want to have fun.

Who the fuck is this?

Oh, you're made for fucking, not for fighting.

It's not funny.

Hey, do you want to go for a run tomorrow?

I got to burn off those 3 pieces of cake.

Yeah.

Welcome back, welcome back, boys!

I'll be here...

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.

Hello?

Who is this?

Who the fuck is this?

Oh, don't worry.

I just want to have fun.

Oh, you're made for fucking, not for fighting.

Fucking.

Fucking.

Fucking!

Not for fighting.

Clear!

- Clear! - Clear!

Fuck!

Calm the fuck down, Langford!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck! Ah!

Fucking bitch.

Go cry outside.

Fuck!

Gas, gas, gas!

Let's go, let's go!

Let's get the fuck out! Let's get the fuck 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 fucking clothes off!

Hey! Keep it on.

Put your shit over there!

Over to the side!

Well, you're all dead.

Too slow to mask up and too slow to get out.

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.

How many times do I have to fucking kill you

before you learn how to stay alive?

Wrap this up.

All right, get dressed.

Regroup at the bivouac.

Ah, God...

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.

Are you in there, Perron?

Open the fucking zipper, moron.

Hey, fuck off!

Hey, get the fuck out of here!

What the fuck?

Fuck you, bitch!

Let's get out of here.

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.

Have a good sleep, Captain?

Sandra, are you OK?

Captain.

Hey!

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.

Stop it and keep watch.

You can play tough, Perron, I'll give you that.

But it won't change the fact that you fuck things up

just by being here.

This isn't prom, OK?

This is real.

Guys will risk their lives just to save your helpless ass.

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.

Why don't they use their blackout lights?

Oh, fuck! Shit.

You guys have eyes?

- No. - Negative.

Fuck...

Can't see shit.

Get the fuck off!

Don't worry, we're right behind you!

Shut up!

Fuck!

Go!

Take her boots off.

Oh, fuck! Bitch!

It's worse if you struggle.

Come on, man. Pin her down.

Bring me a knife.

I think you need a little haircut.

Name and serial number.

Captain Perron. Alpha 38947607.

Which unit are you from?

Alpha 38947607.

What's the password?

Alpha 38907. 947607.

The radio frequency. Give it up.

Ah!

Give me the password!

Name!

Pritchett... Perron.

Smile for us.

One more. One more, one more.

Cheese!

Get the fuck out of here! Get out!

John, stop. Please stop.

Please stop.

Hey.

Wake up.

Last chance. Give me the password.

Give up, Perron, or you'll die.

Password!

Ah...

Fuck you.

Execute the prisoner!

Right here.

Ready? Fire!

All right, pack up the equipment.

Get her boots.

Go warm up in the truck.

I'm fine.

Shower's all yours!

You OK?

Pritchett gave me a fail on the prisoner exercise.

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.

Don't make a promise your ass can't keep, Colin.

Get in the shower. You stink!

Oh! And stop looking at that.

Hey, you.

Get over here right now. Come here.

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 fuck?

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.

Fuck, I swear to God I'm gonna kill him.

At least he thinks I can do this.

He's fucking insane.

Kev, I'm almost done.

I'm making it.

Be on my side.

Captain Perron, we were there.

Yeah, you're a crazy motherfucker.

You deserve your spot.

Thanks.

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...

It was tough and it was a valuable training exercise, sir.

Dismissed.

Of course I reported it.

For fuck'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 fucking protecting me!

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...

One-two, Alpha!

Do you hear me?

Fire!

Sustain fire!

Yo, Langford!

What's going on, Perron?

Fuck!

Are you ready for another spin, Perron?

Langford, grab it!

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 ass!

You're supposed to be in charge!

- Fuck! - Let's go!

Nice of you to join the party.

All right, index, index.

Come on, gentlemen.

Fuck!

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 assault.

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.

Cheers to the first female infantry officer!

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

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!

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

Stop! No, stop!

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

- Let go! - You wanna be a Van Doos?

Whoo!

Give her the beer! Let's go!

Chug, chug, chug!

Yeah!

Van Doos! Van Doos! Van Doos!

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.

Now for the weather.

Tonight's forecast calls for temperatures dipping to...

...with a partly cloudy sky and light breezes.

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 bitch.

You? How's the new place?

Bridget keeps repainting.

Have you set a date?

Next summer.

Congratulations.

Hey, it's Colin.

Haven't heard from you since you got back from Croatia.

Should I be worried about you, Pepperoni?

Call me.

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.

This is General Milton's office,

requesting a meeting about an urgent matter.

Please call us back as soon as you receive this message.

Shit!

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 shit I went through,

doesn't show up in a picture, Sergeant.

Fuck!

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.

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?

Your age?

26.

And your occupation?

I'm an officer in the Armed Forces.

And have you had an abortion before?

Sandra, have you had an abortion before?

Yes.

How old were you?

19.

Take 3 deep breaths.

Have you had an abortion before?

Yes.

How old were you?

19.

This is gonna feel a little cold.

You're gonna feel a little pinch.

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, stop. Please stop.

You're so beautiful.

It's almost over, sweetie.

Oui, allô?

Allô, maman. It's me.

Ah, ma chérie. Comment ça 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.

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.

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.

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.

Perron.

Looks like you're the star.

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 fucking 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.

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.

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 fuck this is?

This is fucking Perron, baby.

Captain Perron!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh yeah!

Did being a woman make things different for you?

So, the army decides whether or not we have kids?

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?

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.

- Did you find her parents? - We're still searching.

Who's taking care of her?

A neighbour.

Everybody, take cover!

Do not engage.

I say again, do not engage.

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.

It's getting bigger.

We'll set up more tents.

Calm down, calm down!

Calm down!

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.

Come on. Let's go.

Yes, ma'am.

Over here.

Over here.

Right here.

One at a time, one at a time!

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.

Stay here. I'll take care of it.

Shit.

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.

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.

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.

Shit.

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.

It's Sandra.

Yes.

OK.

OK, I'll meet you there.

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 torture.

Every single day, a drop.

Threats, isolation, gossip.

Name-calling...

"Cunt, bitch, slut."

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.

Thank you.

You failed me?

You died, Perron.

You were executed.

What's a soldier's job?

To follow orders.

No, to stay alive.

That's your ultimate objective in war.

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.

Is that Sandra Perron?

It looks like her.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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