Full Metal Jacket Page #5

PYLE:

Joker? Everybody hates

me now. Even you.

JOKER:

Nobody hates you, Leonard. You

just keep

making mistakes, getting everybody in

trouble.

PYLE:

I can't do anything right. I need help.

JOKER:

I'm trying to help you, Leonard. I'm really

trying.

PYLE grins,

trustingly.

JOKER:

Tuck your shirt in.

DISSOLVE TO:

31 EXT. TRAINING FIELD--DAY

The platoon does squat thrusts as PYLE

sits, his

cap on backwards, sucking his thumb. HARTMAN

watches.

RECRUITS:

(counting in unison)

One, turo, three . . .

nineteen!

One, two, three . . . twenty!

One, two, three . . .

twenty-one!

One, two, three . . . twenty-two!

One, two, three .

. . twenty-three!

One, two, three . . . twenty-four!

One, two,

three . . . twenty-five!

One, two, three . . . twnty-six!

One,

two, three . . . twenty-seven!

One, two, three . . . twenty-eight!

One, two, three . . . twenty-nine!

One, two, three . . . thirty!

FADE TO BLACK:

32 INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT

We see a towel on a bed. A bar

of soap is tossed

on the towel. The towel is folded over the soap

forming a weapon.

A hand picks up the towel-weapon and bangs it

on

the mattress making a dull thud.

PYLE is asleep in his bunk.

The

platoon silently slip out of their beds and

form up around PYLE.

A:

blanket is thrown over PYLE, each corner held

down by a recruit,

pinning PYLE to the bed.

COWBOY shoves a gag in PYLE's mouth.

PYLE:

is helpless.

The platoon files past beating PYLE with the bars

of

soap wrapped in towels.

PYLE's screams are muffled by the gag.

JOKER is the last one. He stands back from the bed.

COWBOY:

(to JOKER)

Do it! Do it!

JOKER hesitates, then moves forward and

hits

PYLE hard several times.

Then JOKER jumps into his bunk.

The

recruits yank the restraining blanket of PYLE

and run back to their

bunks.

COWBOY:

(removing gag)

Remember, it's

just a bad dream, fatboy.

PYLE sobs loudly and sits up, holding

himself in

pain.

Lying in, his bunk, JOKER covers his ears.

FADE:

IN:

33 EXT. PARADE DECK--DAY

The platoon is lined up.

HARTMAN:

Port... hut! Left shoulder ... hut! Right

shoulder ...

hut! Port ... hut! Do we love

our beloved Corps, ladies?

RECRUITS:

(shouting in unison)

Semper fi, do or die! Gung

ho, gung ho,

gung ho!

PYLE says nothing, just stares straight

ahead.

HARTMAN:

What makes the grass grow?

RECRUITS:

Blood, blood, blood!

PYLE stares. Does not join in the

shouting.

HARTMAN:

What do we do for a living, ladies?

RECRUlTS

Kill, kill, kill!

PYLE remains silent.

HARTMAN:

I can't hear you!

RECRUITS:

Kill, kill,

kill!

HARTMAN:

Bullshit! I still can't hear you!

RECRUITS:

Kill, kill, kill!

PYLE continues to stare blartkly

ahead.

34 EXT. BLEACHERS--DAY

The platoon sits on bleachers facing

HARTMAN.

HARTMAN:

Do any of you people know who Charles

Whitman was?

No response.

HARTMAN:

None of you

dumbasses knows?

COWBOY raises his hand.

HARTMAN:

Private Cowboy?

COWBOY:

Sir, he was that guy who shot

all those people

from that tower in Austin, Texas, sir!

HARTMAN:

That's affirmative. Charles Whitman killed

twenty

people from a twenty-eight-storey

observation tower at the

University of Texas

from distances up to four hundred yards.

HARTMAN looks around.

HARTMAN:

Anybody know who Lee

Harvey Oswald was?

Almost everybody raises his hand.

HARTMAN:

Private Snowball?

SNOWBALL:

Sir, he shot

Kennedy, sir!

HARTMAN:

That's right, and do you know how

far away

he was?

SNOWBALL:

Sir, it was pretty far!

From that book

suppository building, sir!

The recruits laugh at

"suppository. "

HARTMAN:

All right, knock it off! Two

hundred and fifty

feet! He was two hundred and fifty feet away

and shooting at a moving target. Oswald got

off three rounds with an

old Italian bolt action

rifle in only six seconds and scored two

hits,

including a head shot! Do any of you people

know where

these individuals learned to

shoot?

JOKER raises his hand.

HARTMAN:

Private Joker?

JOKER:

Sir, in the Marines,

sir!

HARTMAN:

In the Marines! Outstanding! Those

individuals showed what one motivated

marine and his rifle can do!

And before you

ladies leave my island, you will be able to

do

the same thing!

Camera slowly moves in on PYLE staring at

HARTMAN.

35 INT. BARRACKS--DAY

Recruits standing at attention in two facing

rows.

HARTMAN walks between the rows, leading them

in song.

HARTMAN & RECRUITS

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to

you,

Happy Birthday, dear Jesus,

Happy Birthday to you!

HARTMAN:

Today ... is Christmas! There will be a

magic show at

zero-nine-thirty! Chaplain

Charlie will tell you about how the free

world will conquer Communism with the

aid of God and a few marines!

God has a hard-on for marines because we

kill everything we see! He

plays His games,

we play ours! To show our appreciation for

so

much power, we keep heaven packed

with fresh souls! God was here

before the

Marine Corps! So you can give your heart

to Jesus,

but your ass belongs to the Corps!

Do you ladies understand?

RECRUITS:

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN:

I can't hear you!

RECRUITS:

Sir, yes, sir!

36 INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT

The recruits

are seated on footlockers, cleaning their

rifles. HARTMAN prowls among

them, watching.

PYLE talizs softly to his rifle.

JOKER looks at him

uneasily.

PYLE:

(to his rifte)

It's been

swabbed.... and wiped. Everything

is clean. Beautiful. So that it

slides perfectly.

Nice. Everything cleaned. Oiled. So that your

action is beautiful. Smooth, Charlene.

DISSOLVE TO:

37 INT.

BARRACKS--NIGHT

A few recruits, including PYLE, are mopping the

floor.

38 INT. LATRINE--NIGHT

In the latrine COWBOY and JOKER are

also mopping

the floor.

JOKER stops, looks around to be sure they

are alone,

and turns to COWBOY.

JOKER:

Leonard talks

to his rifle.

COWBOY keeps mopping.

COWBOY:

Yeah!

JOKER:

I don't think Leonard can hack it anymore. I

think

Leonard's a Section Eight.

Pause.

COWBOY:

It don't

surprise me.

They both go back to mopping.

JOKER speaks again after

some silence.

JOKER:

I want to slip my tubesteak into

your sister.

What'll you take in trade?

COWBOY:

What have you got?

39 EXT. FIRING RANGE--DAY

HARTMAN kneels behind

PYLE, looking on with

approval.

PYLE finishes a good group and

reloads his M-14.

HARTMAN:

Outstanding, Private Pyle! I

think we've

finally found something that you do well!

PYLE:

Sir, yes, sir!

40 EXT. PARADE DECK--DAY

HARTMAN inspects

the recruits.

HARTMAN:

(to JOKER)

What's

your sixth General Order?

JOKER:

Sir, the private's

sixth general order is to

receive and obey and to pass on to the

sentry

who relieves me ... all orders ... Sir, the

private's

sixth ... Sir, the private has been

instructed but he does not know,

sir!

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