"Marlowe (Narrating): Welcome to the 222nd Army Battalion, the B-Company, where the Army racks up all the misfits and trouble makers deemed expendable by the army. They call it Bad-Company, a mismatched bunch of rejects placed to serve our country as cannon fodder. My name is Preston Marlowe. They could have thrown me in jail for what I did. But instead, they transferred me here. This is my story. Marlowe steps out of the helicopter and walks towards Redford. Marlowe: Private Preston Marlowe reporting for duty, sir! Redford: You sure you're in the right place? Preston: I believe so, sir! This is B-Company, right? Redford: Yep, sure is. But you want to cut that sir, yes sir crap. I'm a Sergeant, not the goddamn President. Marlowe: OK, sorry, sir! I mean, Sergeant. Redford: Yeah, whatever. That one over there, his name's Sweetwater. Sweetwater: Hey, welcome to the sandbox. Redford: This one's Haggard Haggard: Hey, how'ya doing. You smell very clean. Redford: My name's Redford, and you can call me that. Or Sarge. We're all in this mess together now. Marlowe: Right Sarge. Do you know what squad I'm supposed to belong to? Haggard: The new guy! Sweetwater: Hey, I betcha he'll be dead by Friday. Marlowe: Sarge? Redford: You can ride with us. New guy. Marlowe: New guy huh? Ok."@en . . . "Welcome to Bad Company/Transcript"@en . "Marlowe (Narrating): Welcome to the 222nd Army Battalion, the B-Company, where the Army racks up all the misfits and trouble makers deemed expendable by the army. They call it Bad-Company, a mismatched bunch of rejects placed to serve our country as cannon fodder. My name is Preston Marlowe. They could have thrown me in jail for what I did. But instead, they transferred me here. This is my story. Marlowe steps out of the helicopter and walks towards Redford. Marlowe: Private Preston Marlowe reporting for duty, sir! Redford: You sure you're in the right place? Redford: This one's Haggard"@en . .