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Full Metal Jacket Page #2
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- 2022
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HARTMAN:
Now choke yourself!
PYLE places his hands around his throat as if to choke himself.
HARTMAN:
Goddamn it, with my hand, numbnuts!
PYLE reaches for HARTMAN's hand. HARTMAN jerks it away.
HARTMAN:
Don't pull my f***ing hand over there! I said choke yourself! Now lean forward and choke yourself!
PYLE leans forward so that his neck rests in HARTMAN's open hand.
HARTMAN chokes PYLE.
PYLE gags and starts to turn red in the face.
HARTMAN:
Are you through grinning?
PYLE:
(barely able to speak) Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
Bullshit! I can't hear you!
PYLE:
(gasping) Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
Bullshit! I still can't hear you! Sound off like you got a pair!
PYLE:
(gagging) Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
That's enough! Get on your feet!
HARTMAN releases PYLE's throat. PYLE gets to his feet, breathing heavily.
HARTMAN:
Private Pyle, you had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cuff links ... or I will definitely f*** you up!
PYLE:
Sir, yes, sir!
3 EXT. PARRIS ISLAND--DAY
The training platoon is double-timing in formation. HARTMAN is calling cadence.
HARTMAN:
. . right, left, right, left! Left, right, left,
right, left! Left, right, left, right, left!
JOKER:
(narration)
Parris Island, South Carolina.... the United
States
Marine Corps Recruit Depot. An eightweek
college for the
phony-tough and the
crazy-brave.
HARTMAN:
Mama and
Papa were laying in bed.
RECRUITS:
(chanting in.
cadence)
Mama and Papa were laying in bed.
HARTMAN:
Mama rolled over, this is what she said...
RECRUITS:
Mama rolled over, this is what she said...
HARTMAN:
Ah,
gimme some...
RECRUITS:
Ah, gimme some...
HARTMAN:
Ah, gimme some...
RECRUITS:
Ah, gimme
some...
HARTMAN:
P.T....
REcRuITs
P.T....
HARTMAN:
P.T....
REcRuITs
P.T....
HARTMAN:
Good for you!
RECRUITS:
Good for you!
HARTMAN:
And good for me!
RECRUITS:
And good for me!
HARTMAN:
Mmm, good.
RECRUITS:
Mmm, good.
HARTMAN:
Up in the morning to
the rising sun.
RECRUITS:
Up in the morning to the
rising sun.
HARTMAN:
Gotta run all day...
4 EXT.
PRACTICE FIELD--SUNSET
Recruits, silhouetted against the sun, climbing
ropes, nets and ladders.
HARTMAN:
...till the running's
done!
RECRUITS:
Gotta run all day till the running's
done!
HARTMAN:
Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-b*tch!
RECRUITS:
Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-b*tch!
HARTMAN:
Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-yearitch!
RECRUITS:
Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-yearitch!
DISSOLVE TO:
5 EXT. PARADE WEDDING--DAY
HARTMAN marches the platoon
across a wide
expanse of asphalt. The recruits carry rifles.
HARTMAN:
Left, right, left, right, left! To your left
shoulder .
. . hut! Left, right, left! Port . . .
hut!
HARTMAN:
Left, right! Platoon ... halt! Left shoulder ...
hut!
PYLE:
momentarily places his rifle on the wrong
shoulder and immediately
corrects himself:
HARTMAN spots this and walks up to him.
HARTMAN:
Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my
beloved
Corps?
PYLE:
Sir, I don't know, sir!
HARTMAN:
You are dumb, Private Pyle, but do you
expect me to
believe that you don't know left
from right?
PYLE:
Sir, no, sir!
HARTMAN:
Then you did that on purpose! You
want to
be different!
PYLE:
Sir, no, sir.
HARTMAN slaps PYLE hard across the left cheek.
HARTMAN:
What side was that, Private Pyle?!
PYLE:
Sir, left side,
sir!
HARTMAN:
Are you sure, Private Pyle?
PYLE:
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN SlaPS pnE hard across the right
cheek,
Knocking his cap off:
HARTMAN:
What side was
that, Private Pyle?
PYLE:
Sir, right side, sir.
HARTMAN:
Don't f*** with me again, Pyle! Pick up
your f***ing
cover!
PYLE:
Sir, yes, sir!
DISSOLVE TO:
6 EXT.
PARADE DECK--DAY
HARTMAN marching the platoon. - bringing up the
rear is PYLE, his fatigue pants down around his
ankles; he is sucking
rifle muzzle down.
7 INT.
BARRACKS--NIGHT
HARTMAN walks along the line of recruits in skivvies
holding their rifles and standing at attention in.
front of their
bunks.
HARTMAN:
Tonight ... you pukes will sleep with
your
rifles! You will give your rifle a girl's name!
Because
this is the only p*ssy you people are
going to get! Your days of
finger-banging old
Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty
pink panties are over! You're married to this
piece, this weapon of
iron and wood! And you
will be faithful! Port ... hut! Prepare to
mount! Mount!
On HARTMAN's command the platoon mount their
bunks
with their rifles and lie on their backs at
attention.
HARTMAN:
Port . . . hut!
The recruits snap their rifles to the
port arms
position. over their chests.
HARTMAN:
Pray!
RECRUITS:
(in unison)
This is my rifle. There are many
like it, but
this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It
is my life. I must master it, as I must master
my life.
Without me my rifle is useless. Without my
rifle, I am useless. I
must fire my rifle true. I
must shoot straighter than my enemy who
is
trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he
shoots me. I
will.
Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and
myself are
defenders of my country. We are
the masters of our enemy. We are the
saviours
of my life. So be it .. . until there is no enemy
...
but peace. Amen.
HARTMAN:
Order . . . hut!
The
recruits snap their rifles down to their sides.
HARTMAN:
At ease!
HARTMAN turns off the barracks lights.
HARTMAN:
Good night, ladies.
RECRUITS:
(in unison)
Good night, sir!
HARTMAN:
(to duty guard)
Hit it, sweetheart!
DUTY GUARD:
Sir, aye-aye, sir!
8
EXT. PARADE FIELD--DAWN
HARTMAN drills the platoon.
HARTMAN:
Right shoulder ... hut! This is not your
daddy's
shotgun, Cowboy. Left shoulder ...
hut! Move your rifle around your
head, not
your head around your rifle. Port ... hut!
Four
inches from your chest, Pyle! Four
inches!
9 INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT
HARTMAN marches the recruits through the squad
shoulder arms and their
left hands clutch their genitals.
HARTMAN:
This is my rifle! This is my gun!
RECRUITS:
This is for fighting! This is for fun!
HARTMAN:
This is
my rifle! This is my gun!
RECRUITS:
This is my rifle!
This is my gun!
They repeat this over and over again as they
march
up and down the squad bay.
DISSOLVE TO:
10 EXT. PARADE DECK--DAY
HARTMAN marching the platoon, calling cadence.
11 EXT. "ARMSTRETCHER"
OBSTACLE--DAY
Hand over hand the recruits swing along the
"Armstretcher."
HARTMAN:
Ten f***ing seconds! It should
take you no
more than ten f***ing seconds to negotiate
this
obstacle! Quickly, move it out! There
ain't one swinging dick
private in this platoon's
gonna graduate until they can get
this obstacle down to less than ten f***ing
seconds!
12 EXT.
"TOUGH ONE" OBSTACLE--DAY
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