Full Metal Jacket Page #6

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

charge through green smoke.

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

you are, every marine is your

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.

Then PYLE looks at JoKER and

slowly raises his rifle.

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