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Full Metal Jacket Page #11
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- 2022
- 116 min
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REPORTER:
Turnover.
CAMERAMAN:
Rolling.
REPORTER:
Hue City interviews. Roll thirty-four.
ANIMAL MOTHER:
Well ... like, like you see, you know, it's a
major city, so we have
to assault with, uh ...
tanks. So, they send us in first squad ...
to
make sure that there are no little Vietnamese
waiting with,
like, B-40 rockets that blow the
tanks away. So we clear it out and
we roll the
tanks in and ... basically, blow the place to
hell.
(chuckles)
COWBOY:
When we're in Hue ... when we're in
Hue City
... it's like a war. You know like what I
thought
about a war, what I thought a war
was, was supposed to be. There's
the enemy,
kill 'em.
RAFTERMAN:
Well, I don't think
there's any question about
it. I mean we're the best. I mean all
that
bullshit about the Air Cav ... When the sh*t
really hits
the fan, who do they call? They call
Mother Green and her killing
machine!
CRAZY EARL:
Vietnam? Um
... I don't know. I belong in Vietnam. I'll tell
you that.
DOC JAY:
Can I quote L.B.J.?
REPORTER:
Sure.
DOC JAY:
(imitating L.B.J.)
"I will not send American boys eight or ten
thousand miles around
the world to do a job
that Asian boys oughtta be doin' for
themselves."
EIGHTBALL:
Personally, I think, uh ... they
don't really
want to be involved in this war. I mean ...
they
sort of took away our freedom and gave it
to the, to the gookers,
you know. But they
don't want it. They'd rather be alive than free,
I guess. Poor dumb bastards.
COWBOY:
Well, the ones I'm
... I'm fighting at are some
pretty bad boys. I'm not real keen on
... some
of these fellows that are . . . supposed to be on
our
side. I keep meeting'em coming the other
way. Yeah.
DONLON:
I mean, we're getting killed for these people
and they
don't even appreciate it. They think
it's a big joke.
ANIMAL MOTHER:
Well, if you ask me, uh, we're shooting the
wrong
gooks.
RAFTERMAN:
Well, it depends on the situation. I
mean,
I'm--I'm here to take combat photos. But if
the sh*t gets
too thick, I mean, I'll go to the
rifle.
ANIMAL MOTHER:
What do I think about America's involvement
in the war? Well, I
think we should win.
COWBOY:
I hate Vietnam. There's not
one horse in this
whole country. They don't have one horse in
Vietnam. There's something basically wrong
with that.
(laughs)
ANIMAL MOTHER:
Well, if they'd send us more
guys and maybe
bomb the hell out of the North, they might,
uh,
they might give up.
JOKER:
I wanted to see exotic
Vietnam, the jewel of
Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting
and stimulating people of an ancient culture
and ... kill them. I
wanted to be the first kid
on my block to get a confirmed kill.
73
EXT. WRECKED MOVIE THEATER--DAY
The marines are seated outside the
theater on rows
A motor-scooter, driven by a
young ARVN soldier
with a pretty teenage Vietnamese HOOKER sitting
behind him, and pulls up in front of the LUSTHOG
SQUAD.
The girl
gets off slowly, swinging her hips as she
walks.
Adlibs, hoots anal
hollers.
COWBOY:
Ten-hut!
More hoots and hollers.
COWBOY:
Good morning, little schoolgirl. I'm a little
schoolboy,
too.
Adlibs and laughter.
COWBOY:
What you got there,
chief!
The girl stands facing them, hands on hips.
ARVN:
PIMP:
Do you want number one fuckee?
Adlibs and laughter.
COWBOY:
Hey, any of you boys want number one
fuckee?
Adlibs.
JOKER:
Oh, I'm so horny. I can't even get a piece of
hand.
DONLON:
Hey! Hey! Me want suckee.
ARVN PIMP:
Suckee,
fuckee, smoke cigarette in the
p*ssy, she give you everything you
want. Long
time.
Laughter.
COWBOY:
Everything
you want! All right! How much
there, chief!
ARVN PIMP:
Fifteen dolla each.
Adlibs:
"Nooooooo!"COWBOY:
Number ten. Fifteen dolla beaucoup money.
Laughter.
COWBOY:
Five dolla each.
ARVN PIMP:
Come on. She
love you good. Boom-boom long
time. Ten dolla.
COWBOY:
Five dolla.
ARVN PIMP:
No. Ten dolla.
COWBOY:
Be glad to trade you some ARVN rifles. Never
been fired
and only dropped once.
Laughter and derisive adlibs.
ARVN:
PIMP:
(angry)
Okay, five dolla. You give me.
Adlibs.
COWBOY:
Okay, okay!
EIGHTBALL, a black grunt, walks up to the
girl.
EIGHTBALL:
Let's get mounted.
HOOKER:
(speaks in Vietnamese)
ARVN PIMP:
(argues in
Vietnamese)
EIGHTBALL:
Something wrong there, chief?
ARVN PIMP:
She says, uh, no boom-boom with soul
brotha.
EIGHTBALL:
Hey, what the mother f***?
ARVN PIMP:
She
say soul brotha too boo-coo. Too boo-coo.
EIGHTBALL:
Hey, what is this, man?
COWBOY:
(breaiting up)
I think what he's trying to tell you is that
you black boys pack too
much meat.
Laughter.
ARVN PIMP:
Too boo-coo. Too
boo-coo.
EIGHTBALL:
Oh, shi-i-i-t! (laughs) This
baby-san looks
like she could suck the chrome off a trailer
hitch.
Laughter.
ARVN PIMP:
She say too boo-coo. Too
boo-coo.
EIGHTBALL:
Uh, excuse me, ma'am. Now what we
have
here, little yellow sister, is a magnificent...
(takes out his dick)
. . specimen of pure Alabama blacksnake.
But it ain't too goddamn boo-coo.
The girl looks at it.
Hoots and
catcalls.
TEENAGE HOOKER:
Okay. Okay. Emjee.
More
hoots.
COWBOY:
(mimicking Vietnamese word)
Okay! Okay! Emjee! Emjee!
Adlibs of "Emjee."
EIGHTBALL starts to
lead her away.
EIGHTBALL:
All right! This is my boogie!
COWBOY:
Hey, we need a batting order.
girl's arm, EIGHTBALL
holds on to the other one.
ANIMAL:
MOTHER:
I'm going first.
EIGHTBALL:
Hey, now back
off, white bread. Don't get
between a dog and his meat.
ANIMAL:
MOTHER slaps EIGHTBALL on the wrist like
he's a naughty boy and pushes
the girl into the
movie theater.
ANIMAL MOTHER:
(jokingly)
All f***ing n*ggers must f***ing hang.
Adlibs of "F***
you!" and laughter.
ANIMAL MOTHER:
Hey, hey! I won't be
long. I'll skip the
foreplay.
FADE IN:
74 EXT. HUE CITY
RUINS--DAY
The LUSTHOG SQUAD on patrol moves slowly in
single file,
fifteen yards apart, through the ruined,
smouldering city.
JOKER:
(voiceouer)
Intelligence passed the word down that
during
the night the N.V.A. had pulled out of our
area to
positions across the Perfume River.
Our squad is sent on patrol to
check out the
report.
75 INT. BOMBED FACTORY--DAY
The patrol
moves carefully through the gutted shell
of a building. The clink of
their gear as they walk
sounds loud in the unnatural silence.
CRAZY:
EARL stops to pick up a child's stuffed toy.
BANG!
The toy triggs a
booby trap, blasting CRAZY EARL
across the room.
couer.
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