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Full Metal Jacket Page #6
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HARTMAN:
You slimy scumbag, get on your face and
give
me twenty-five!
JOKER:
Sir, aye-aye, sir!
HARTMAN walks to PYLE.
HARTMAN:
How many counts in that
movement you've
just executed?
PYLE:
Sir, four
counts, sir!
HARTMAN:
What's the idea of looking down in
the
chamber?
PYLE:
Sir, that is the guarantee that
the private is
not giving the inspecting officer a loaded
weapon, sir!
HARTMAN:
What's your fifth general order?
PYLE:
Sir, the private's fifth general order is to quit
my post
only when properly relieved, sir!
HARTMAN:
What's this
weapon's name, Private Pyle?
PYLE:
Sir, the private's
weapon's name is Charlene,
HARTMAN:
Private Pyle, you
are definitely born again
hard! Hell, I may even allow you to serve
as a
rifleman in my beloved Corps.
PYLE:
Sir, yes,
sir!
41 EXT. PARRIS ISLAND STREET--DAY
HARTMAN double-timing the
recruits, calling
cadence.
HARTMAN:
I don't want no
teenage queen.
RECRUITS:
I don't want no teenage queen.
HARTMAN:
I just want my M-14.
RECRUITS:
I just want
my M-14.
HARTMAN:
If I die in the combat zone.
RECRUITS:
If I die in the combat zone.
HARTMAN:
Box
me up and ship me home.
RECRUITS:
Box me up and ship me
home.
HARTMAN:
Pin my medals upon my chest.
RECRUITS:
Pin my medals upon my chest.
HARTMAN:
Tell
my mom I've done my best.
RECRUITS:
Tell my mom I've
done my best.
DISSOLVE TO:
42 EXT. FOREST--DAY
Woods. For the
first time the platoon marches in
full combat gear carrying rifles.
JOKER:
(narration)
Graduation is only a few days away and
the
recruits of platoon thirty-ninety-two are salty.
They are
ready to eat their own guts and ask
for seconds.
43 EXT.
FIELD--DAY
In full combat gear and with fixed bayonets, the
recruits
JOKER:
(narration)
The drill instructors are proud to see that we
are growing beyond
their control. The Marine
Corps does not want robots. The Marine
Corps wants killers. The Marine Corps wants
to build indestructible
men, men without fear.
44 INT. BARRACKS--DAY
HARTMAN talks to the
recruits formed up in a
school-circle.
HARTMAN:
Today
you people are no longer maggots.
Today you are marines. You're part
of a
brotherhood.
45 EXT. PARADE GROUND--DAY
Graduation. A
marching band. Spectators.
Hundreds of marines parade by in dress
uniform.
HARTMAN:
(voice over)
From now on,
until the day you die, wherever
brother. Most of
you will go to Vietnam. Some of you will not
come back. But always remember this:
marines die, that's what we're
here for! But
the Marine Corps lives forever. And that
means
you live forever!
DISSOLVE TO:
46 INT. BARRACKS--DAY
HARTMAN talks
to the platoon, again in a schoolcircle.
HARTMAN:
Pickett!
PICKETT:
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
O-three-hundred, Infantry. Toejam!
TOEJAM:
Sir, yes,
sir!
HARTMAN:
O-three-hundred, Infantry. Adams!
ADAMS:
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
Eighteen-hundred,
Engineers. You go out
and find mines. Cowboy!
COWBOY:
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
O-three-hundred, Infantry!
Taylor!
TAYLOR:
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
O-three-hundred, Infantry. Joker!
JOKER:
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
Forty-two-twelve, Basic Military Journalism.
You gotta
be shitting me, Joker! You think
you're Mickey Spillane? Do you
think you're
some kind of f***ing writer?
JOKER:
Sir, I wrote for my high school newspaper, sir!
HARTMAN:
Jesus H. Christ, you're not a writer, you're
a killer!
JOKER:
A killer, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
Gomer Pyle!
PYLE doesn't answer.
HARTMAN:
Gomer Pyle!
We see PYLE
in close-up, now completely withdrawn,
barely able to answer HARTMAN.
PYLE:
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN:
You forget your
f***ing name? O-threehundred,
Infantry. You made it. Perkins!
PERKINS:
Sir, yes, sir!
47 INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT
The platoon
sleeps. JOKER walks slowly down the
squad bay with a flashlight.
JOKER:
(Itarration)
Our last night on the island. I draw
fire
watch.
JOKER hears a muffled sound. He isn't sure where
it
comes from. He slowly enters the latrine.
48 INT. LATRINE--NIGHT
Running his flashlight across the room JOKER Sees
PYLE sitting on a
toilet, loading a magazine for
his M-14 rifle.
PYLE looks up at
JOKER and smiles. It is a
frightening smile.
PYLE:
(strange voice)
Hi, Joker.
JOKER stares at PYLE for a few
seconds.
PYLE has suite clearly snapped.
JOKER:
Are
those ... live rounds?
PYLE:
Seven-six-two millimeter,
full metal jacket.
PYLE smiles grotesquely.
JOKER:
Leonard .. . if Hartman comes in here and
catches us, we'll both be
in a world of sh*t.
PYLE:
I am .. . in a world . . . of
sh*t!
PYLE gets to his feet, snaps his rifle to port arms,
and
starts executing the Manual ofArms.
PYLE:
(shouting)
Left shoulder ... hut! Right shoulder ...
hut! Lock
and load! Order ... hut!
PYLE picks up the loaded magazine, inserts it
into
the rifle and smartly brings the rifle down to the
order arms
position.
PYLE:
(shouting)
This is my rifle!
There are many like it, but
this one is mine.
49 INT. BARRACKS
HALLWAY--NIGHT
By now the platoon is awake.
HARTMAN bursts from his
room, wearing his
skivvies and D.I. hat.
PYLE:
(offscreen)
My rifle is my best friend! It is my life!
HARTMAN:
Get back in your bunks!
PYLE:
(o.s.)
I must master it as I must master my life!
Without me ...
50 INT.
LATRINES--NIGHT
HARTMAN Storms into the latrine.
HARTMAN:
What is this Mickey Mouse sh*t? What in the
name of Jesus H. Christ
are you animals
doing in my head?
(to JOKER)
Why is
Private Pyle out of his bunk after
lights out?! Why is Private Pyle
holding that
weapon? Why aren't you stomping Private
Pyle's
guts out?
JOKER:
Sir, it is the private's duty to inform
the
Senior Drill Instructor that Private Pyie has a
full
magazine and has locked and loaded, sir!
HARTMAN and PYLE look at each
other. PYLE Smiles
from the depths of his own hell.
HARTMAN focuses
all of his considerable powers of
intimidation, into his best JohnWayne-
on-Suribachi
voice.
HARTMAN:
Now you listen to
me, Private Pyle, and,you
listen good. I want that weapon, and I
want it
now! You will place that rifle on the deck at
your feet
and step back away from it.
With a twisted smile on his face pyLE
POintS his
rifle at HARTMAN.
HARTMAN look suddenly calm. His eyes,
his manner
are those of a wanderer who has found his home.
HARTMAN:
What is your major malfunction, numbnuts?!!
Didn't
Mommy and Daddy show you enough
attention when you were a child?!!!
BANG!
The round hits HARTMAN in the chest.
He falls back dead.
JOKER and PYLE stand looking at the body.
slowly raises his rifle.
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