Full Metal Jacket Page #4
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- 2022
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he's got guts, and guts is enough. Now, you
ladies carry on.
JOKER, COWBOY & PYLE
(in
unison)
Sir, aye-aye, sir!
20 EXT. TRAINING FIELD--DAY
JOKER:
patiently explains the disassembly of an
M-14 rifle to PYLE.
JOKER:
The bolt. The bolt goes in the receiver.
Operating rod
handle. Operating rod guide.
21 INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT
JOKER and PYLE
sitting on their footlockers. JOKER
instructs PYLE in the correct
method of lacing his
combat boots.
JOKER:
And the left
one ... over the right. Right one
over the left. Left one over the
right. Right
one over the left.
22 EXT. CONFIDENCE CLIMB--DAY
On. top of the confidence climb, JOKER gently talks
PYLE over the top.
JOKER:
Just throw your other leg over ... that'a boy.
That's it.
Now just pull the next one over .. .
and you're home free. Ready?
Just throw it
over. That'a boy. Just set it down. All right?
PYLE:
breathes heavily. He is scared but he manages
to get over.
JOKER:
There you go. Congratulations, Leonard. You
did it.
INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT
JOKER instructs PYLE in the correct way of making
his bed.
JOKER:
You fold the blanket and the sheet back
together. Make a four-inch fold. Okay?
Got it? You do it.
PYLE:
looks down. uncertainly at the bed.
24 EXT. PARADE DECK--DAY
JOKER:
works with PYLE on the Manual of Arms.
25 EXT. OBSTACLE COURSE--DAY
COWBOY, JOKER and PYLE run up a ramp, grab the
without trouble.
26 EXT. PARADE DECK--DAY
HARTMAN is drilling the squad, calling the cadence
and watching PYLE
who makes no mistakes.
DISSOLVE TO:
27 EXT. RIFLE RANGE--DAY
Targets are raised and lowered, red markers
indicating hits. HARTMAN
addresses the recruits.
HARTMAN:
the world is a marine
and his rifle. It is your killer instinct
which must be harnessed if you expect to survive
in combat. Your
rifle is only a tool. It is
a hard heart that kills. If your killer
instincts
are not clean and strong you will hesitate at
the
moment of truth. You will not kill. You
will become dead marines.
And then you will
be in a world of sh*t. Because marines are not
allowed to die without permission! Do you
maggots understand?
RECRUITS:
Sir, yes, sir!
28 EXT. PARRIS ISLAND STREET--DAY
The
recruits are double-timing to HARTMAN's
cadences.
HARTMAN:
(chanting in cadence)
RECRUITS:
(chanting in cadence)
I love working for Uncle
Sam!
HARTMAN:
Lets me know just who I am!
RECRUITS:
Lets me know just who I am!
HARTMAN:
One,
two, three, four! United States Marine
Corps!
RECRUITS:
One, two, three, four! United States Marine
Corps!
HARTMAN:
One, two, three, four! I love the Marine Corps!
RECRUITS:
One, two, three, four! I love the Marine Corps.
HARTMAN:
My Corps!
RECRUITS:
My Corps!
HARTMAN:
Your Corps!
RECRUITS:
Your Corps!
HARTMAN:
Our Corps!
RECRUITS:
Our Corps!
HARTMAN:
Marine Corps!
RECRUITS:
Marine Corps!
HARTMAN:
I don't know, but I've been told.
RECRUITS:
I don't know, but I've been told.
HARTMAN:
Eskimo p*ssy
is mighty cold!
RECRUITS:
Eskimo p*ssy is mighty cold!
HARTMAN:
Mmm, good!
RECRUITS:
Mmm, good!
HARTMAN:
Feels good!
RECRUITS:
Feels good!
HARTMAN:
Is good!
RECRUITS:
Is good!
HARTMAN:
Real good!
RECRUITS:
Real good!
HARTMAN:
Tastes good!
RECRUITS:
Tastes good!
HARTMAN:
Mighty good!
RECRUITS:
Mighty good!
HARTMAN:
Good for you!
RECRUITS:
Good for you!
HARTMAN:
Good for me!
RECRUITS:
Good for me!
29
INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT
The recruits in their skivvies stand at attention
in
two facing rows on top of their footlockers, arms
outstretched,
hands held rigidly in front of them,
palms down, for inspection.
HARTMAN moves along the row of men. He smacks
a recruit's hand.
HARTMAN:
Trim 'em.
HARTMAN points at the feet of another recruit.
HARTMAN:
Toejam!
To another recruit.
HARTMAN:
Pop that blister!
HARTMAN stops in front of PYLE and notices his foot
locker is unlocked. He picks up the lock and holds it
up to PYLE.
HARTMAN:
Jesus H. Christ! Private Pyle, why is your
footlocker
unlocked?
PYLE:
Sir, I don't know, sir!
HARTMAN:
Private Pyle, if there is one thing in this
world that
I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker!
You know that, don't you?
PYLE:
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
If it wasn't for
d*ckheads like you, there
wouldn't be any thievery in this world,
would
there?
PYLE:
Sir, no, sir!
HARTMAN:
Get down!
PYLE steps down, from the footlocker. HARTMAN
flips
open the lid with a bang and begins rummaging
through the box.
HARTMAN:
Well, now .. . let's just see if there's anything
missing!
HARTMAN freezes. He reaches down and slowly picks
up a
jelly doughnut, holding it in disgust at arm's
length with his
fingertips.
HARTMAN:
Holy Jesus! What is that? What is
that,
Private Pyle?!
PYLE:
Sir, a jelly doughnut,
sir!
HARTMAN:
A jelly doughnut?!
PYLE:
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
How did it get here?
PYLE:
Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
HARTMAN:
Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?
PYLE:
Sir, no, sir!
HARTMAN:
Are you allowed to eat jelly
doughnuts,
Private Pyle?
PYLE:
Sir, no, sir!
HARTMAN:
And why not, Private Pyle?
PYLE:
Sir,
because I'm too heavy, sir!
HARTMAN:
Because you are a
disgusting fatbody, Private
Pyle!
PYLE:
Sir, yes,
sir!
HARTMAN:
Then why did you hide a jelly doughnut in
your footlocker, Private Pyle?
PYLE:
Sir, because I was
hungry, sir!
HARTMAN:
Because you were hungry?
Holding out the jelly doughnut, HARTMAN walks
down the row of recruits
still standing with their
arms outstretched.
HARTMAN:
Private Pyle has dishonored himself and
dishonored the platoon! I
have tried to help
him, but I have failed! I have failed because
you have not helped me! You people have not
given Private Pyle the
proper motivation!
So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle
fucks
up, I will not punish him, I will punish
all of you! And the way I
see it, ladies, you
owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now, get on
your faces!
HARTMAN:
(to PYLE)
Open your
mouth!
He shoves the jelly doughnut into PYLE's mouth.
HARTMAN:
They're paying for it, you eat it!
HARTMAN turns to the
recruits.
HARTMAN:
Ready . . . exercise!
The platoon
does push-ups.
RECRUITS:
(chanting in cadence)
One, two, three, four!
I love the Marine Corps!
One, two,
three, four!
I love the Marine Corps!
One, two, three, four!
I love the Marine Corps!
One, two, three, four . . .
While the
platoon does push-ups, PYLE swallows
hard to get down. bites of the
doughnut.
DISSOLVE TO:
30 INT. BARRACKS--DAWN
JOKER checks PYLE's
Uniform.
JOKER:
(quietly)
You really look
like sh*t today, Leonard.
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