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Full Metal Jacket Page #5
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- 2022
- 116 min
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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
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:
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!
"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
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
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.
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
JOKER:
Sir, the private's
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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