Full Metal Jacket Page #3

HARTMAN watches as the recruits climb ropes

and

ladders to a high wooden tower above the platform

13 EXT.

PUGIL-STICK CIRCLE--DAY

PYLE and another recruit, wearing

football-style

helmets, batter each other with pugil sticks.

The

recruits are formed up around them in a circle.

They cheer as PYLE is

beaten, to the ground.

14. EXT. "DIRTY NAME" OBSTACLE--DAY

RECRURTS:

waiting in two lines for their turn.

HARTMAN:

Next two

privates! Quickly!

The next two recruits struggle over the obstacle.

HARTMAN:

Get over that goddamn obstacle! Move it!

Next two

privates! Quickly! Hurry up! Get

up there!

JOKER and another

recruit go over easily.

HARTMAN:

Private Joker, are you

a killer?

JOKER:

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN:

Let me hear your war cry!

JOKER:

Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

HARTMAN:

Next two privates, go!

PYLE and another recruit. PYLE is

hopeless.

HARTMAN:

Quickly! Get your fat ass over there,

Private

Pyle! Oh, that's right, Private Pyle ... don't

make any

f***ing effort to get to the top of

the f***ing obstacle! If God

wanted you up

there He would have miracled your ass up

there by

now, wouldn't He?

PYLE:

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN:

Get your fat ass up there, Pyle!

PYLE:

Sir,

yes, sir!

HARTMAN:

What the hell is the matter with you

anyway?

I'll bet you if there was some p*ssy up there

on top of

that obstacle you could get up there!

Couldn't you?!

PYLE:

Sir, yes, sir!

PYLE drops heavily to the groulzd.

HARTMAN:

Your ass looks like about a hundred and fifty

pounds of

chewed bubble gum, Pyle. Do you

know that?

PYLE:

Sir, yes, sir!

15 EXT. CHINNING BAR--DAY

Recruits are doing

pull-ups. HARTMAN watches

JOKER finishing many, many of them.

HARTMAN:

One for the Corps! Get up there! Pull!

JOKER finally

drops to the ground.

HARTMAN:

I guess the Corps don't

get theirs. Get up

there, Pyle!

PYLE tries to do a pull-up but

can't get to the top of

the bar.

HARTMAN:

Pull! Pull,

Pyle, pull! One pull-up, Pyle! Come

on, pull! You gotta be shitting

me, Pyle! Get

your ass up there! Do you mean to tell me

that

you cannot do one single pull-up?

PYLE, exhausted from his efforts,

drops to the

ground.

HARTMAN:

You are a worthless

piece of sh*t, Pyle!! Get

out of my face! Get up there, Snowball!

16 EXT. "CONFIDENCE CLIMB"--DAY

PYLE climbs a high obstacle.

HARTMAN:

Get up here, fatboy! Quickly! Move it up!

Move it up,

Pyle! Move it up! You climb

obstacles like old people f***. Do you

know

that, Private Pyle? Get up here! You're too

slow! Move it,

move it! Private Pyle, whatever

you do, don't fall down! That

would

break my f***ing heart! Quickly!

PYLE freezes at the top.

HARTMAN:

Up and over! Up and over! Well, what in the

f*** are

you waiting for, Private Pyle? Get

up and over! Move it, move it,

move it! Are

you quitting on me? Well, are you! Then quit

you

slimy f***ing walrus-looking piece of

sh*t! Get the f*** off my

obstacle! Get the

f*** down off of my obstacle! Now!

PYLE climbs

back down his side of the obstacle.

HARTMAN:

Move it!

I'm gonna rip your balls off so you

cannot contaminate the rest of

the world! I

will motivate you, Private Pyle, if it short-

d*cks every cannibal on the Congo!

17 EXT. ROAD--DAY

The platoon is

irregularly strung out on a road

nearing the end of a rapid, forced

march.

PYLE is at the end of the line ready to drop.

Supported by

JOKER, PYLE Staggers along as

HARTMAN bellows at him.

HARTMAN:

Pick'em up and set'em down, Pyle!

Quickly! Move it up!

Were you born a fat

slimy scumbag, you piece of sh*t, Private

Pyle? Or did you have to work on it? Move

it up! Quickly! Hustle up!

The f***ing war

will be over by the time we get out there,

won't it, Private Pyle?

HARTMAN gives PYLE a shove.

HARTMAN:

Move it!

PYLE gasps for breath.

HARTMAN:

Are you going to f***ing die, Pyle? Are you

going to die on me!! Do

it now! Move it up!

Hustle it up! Quickly, quickly, quickly! Do

you feel dizzy? Do you feel faint? Jesus H.

Christ, I think you've

got a hard-on!

18 EXT. MUD OBSTACLE--DAY

The platoon tries to run,

through the mud. PYLE

half carried by JOKER and COWBOY falls taking

JOKER down with him.

HARTMAN:

Quickly ladies! A**holes

and elbows! Move it

out! Get up there! Move it! Move it, move it,

move it!

19 INT. BARRACKS--PRE-DAWN

HARTMAN and two Junior Drill

Instructors stride

into the Squad Bay. The lights go on. HARTMAN

bangs loudly on an empty metal garbage can which

he carries into the

room.

HARTMAN:

Reveille! Reveille! Reveille! Drop your

c*cks

and grab your socks! Today is Sunday! Divine

worship at

zero-eight-hundred! Get your

bunks made and get your uniforms on.

Police

call will commence in two minutes!

HARTMAN stops in front

of JOKER's bunk.

HARTMAN:

Private Cowboy! Private Joker!

COWBOY:

Sir, yes, sir!

JOKER:

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN:

As soon as you finish your bunks, I want you

two turds

to clean the head.

JOKER & COWBOY

(in unison)

Sir, aye-aye, sir!

HARTMAN:

I want that head so sanitary

and squared

away that the Virgin Mary herself would be

proud to

go in there and take a dump!

JOKER & COWBOY

(in

unison)

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN:

Private Joker, do

you believe in the Virgin

Mary?

JOKER:

Sir, no,

sir!

HARTMAN throws down the garbage can with a loud

bang.

HARTMAN:

Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you

correctly!

JOKER:

Sir, the private said "No, sir," sir!

HARTMAN:

Why, you little maggot! You make me want to

vomit!

HARTMAN slaps

JOKER, hard, across the cheek.

HARTMAN:

You goddam

communist heathen, you had best

sound off that you love the Virgin

Mary . . . or

I'm gonna stomp your guts out! Now you do

love

the Virgin Mary, don't you?!

JOKER:

Sir, negative,

sir!!

HARTMAN:

Private Joker, are you trying to offend

me?!

JOKER:

Sir, negative, sir!!! Sir, the private

believes

that any answer he gives will be wrong! And

the Senior

Drill Instructor will beat him

harder if he reverses himself, sir!

HARTMAN:

Who's your squad leader, scumbag?

JOKER:

Sir, the private's squad leader is Private

Snowball, sir!!!

HARTMAN:

Private Snowball!

SNOWBALL double-times up to HARTMAN.

SNOWBALL:

Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered,

sir!

HARTMAN:

Private Snowball, you're fired! Private Joker is

promoted to squad leader!

SNOWBALL:

Sir, aye-aye, sir!

HARTMAN:

Private Pyle!

PYLE:

Private Pyle reporting

as ordered, sir!

HARTMAN:

Private Pyle, from now on

Private Joker is

your new squad leader, and you will bunk

with

him! He'll teach you everything. He'll

teach you how to pee.

PYLE:

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN:

Private Joker is silly

and he's ignorant, but

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