Synopsis: Jake Huard, from a shipbuilders family, promised his dying mother he'd make it to Annapolis Naval Academy. Thanks to tenaciously bugging a Congressman he's selected, despite dubious grades. Once inside Jake soon proves sub-standard academically. Constantly challenged to his limits, repeatedly made the 'over-cocky' reason for the entire class to suffer, Jake nearly quits, but after facing his utterly unsupportive father's gloating returns just in time. Stubborn Jake finds support with mates as well as Ali, his lover-to-be, and a discipline he may excel in: the 'brigade' boxing tournament, open to all ranks.
Genre: Drama, Romance, Sport
Director(s): Justin Lin
Production: Walt Disney Pictures
Rotten Tomatoes:
108 min

(vague distant noises)




Listen, stay away, stay away,

let's get out of the round.

Just stay away.

Jake. Jake!


That's it, punch him.

Come on.

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten.

He's out.

- You look like you got your ass kicked.

- That's an early birthday present.

Oh, yeah? So when you started crying,

was that part of the present?

Son of a b*tch.

Started crying? I would never cry.

He was down for eight, crawled back up.

I felt so sorry for him, I took a nap.

Hey, Jake.


- You do the work on H-2?

- Yeah.

Well, your cross-weld seams got bubbles.

- They looked fine.

- Do 'em over.

Jake, there's some guy from the Naval

Academy out there looking for you.

- That's funny.

- I'm serious, man.

He's out there looking for you right now.

- He say what he wanted?

- No.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm Jake Huard.

Lieutenant Commander Burton,

United States Naval Academy.

Your application

made for some interesting reading.

- Thank you.

- I kept going over it,

to figure out why a congressman

would give a nomination

to someone with

such mediocre grades and test scores.

- He didn't want to give it to me at first.

- That's what he told me.

He also said you were

the biggest pain in the ass he'd ever met.

- I had to go back a couple times.

- How many?

34 straight days, sir.

We've had some spots open up

in this year's class.

Couple kids decided last minute

they'd rather have fun at college.

Induction day is tomorrow.

I'm gonna be honest with you.

This is not an ideal situation.

You'll be way behind the other students.

They've had months to prepare.

That's all right, sir.

- Well, then, congratulations.

- Thank you, sir.

I'll see you tomorrow at 0630.

(man) I don't get it. I mean, I don't know

why you want to go to that place so bad.

I mean, we're rivets. We build ships.

Can you remember when my mom

used to take us there when we were kids?

Yeah, and we all wanted

to wear the uniform and be the hero.

But we were little kids then, Jake.

- Well, I never stopped wanting that.

- So, this place isn't good enough for you?

No, that's not it.

I just don't want to build ships.

And what happens if that doesn't work out?

It's gonna work out.

I mean, I got dreams too, man.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Like going to Sir Frankie's tonight

and getting shitfaced.

Tonight's your night.

(loud rock music)

We got plenty of room over at the VIP table

if you guys wanna join us.

All right, Romeo.

These girls are all over your Navy buddies,

man. Look at this place.

- Oh, yes.

- Al right.

- To Jake.

- To Jake.

To Jake.

Listen, guys. You're my best friends

for as long as I can remember.

That's why I gotta get outta here. If I can't

find better guys than you, I'm in trouble.

See you at Christmas.

Be good.

Yo, wait up.

Look at her. You see the girl over there

with the long black hair?


Couple of us chipped in.

- What, she's a hooker?

- No, she's not a hooker.

She's an escort.

Get outta here.

Look, I swear on my mother.

OK? Just go talk to her.

She ain't gonna bite you.

That cost too much.


I'm Jake.


So, look... This is probably, like,

business as usual for you,

but I've never

done anything like this before.


Look, so you can just keep the money, I...

What are you talking about?

I swear on my mother.

- You're not a prostitute.

- Uh, no, I...

I am.

But I'm really late

for my next appointment, so...

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

I'm sorry. OK?

They did say you were really expensive.

Why did you think your friends

were trying to get you a prostitute, Jake?

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