Full Metal Jacket Page #7

JOKER:

(trembling)

Easy, Leonard. Go easy, man.

PYLE breathes heavily, and Keeps the

rifle aimed at

JOKER.

JOKER is scared shitless.

PYLE looks at

JOKER for several seconds and slowly

lowers the rifle. Then he stumbles

back a few steps

and sits down, heavily on the toilet.

PYLE turns

away from JOKER and stares into space,

a strangely peaceful look

transforming his face.

He places the muzzle of the rifle in his mouth.

JOKER:

No!!!

BANG!

PYLE pulls the trigger and blows the back of

his

head over the white tiled wall behind him.

SCENE FADES TO BLACK

FADE IN:

51 EXT. DA NANG STREET, VIETNAM--DAY

Motorcycles, cars,

Vietnamese civilians. Swinging

her hips ruith exaggerated sexiness, an

attractive

HOOKER in a mini-skirt walks toward a cafe' table

on the

pavement ulhere JOKER and RAFTERMAN are

seated.

Music:
Nancy

Sinatra's "These Boots Are Made

for Walking."

The girl stops at

JOKER's table.

HOOKER:

Hey, baby, you got girlfriend

Vietnam?

JOKER:

Not just this minute.

HOOKER:

Well, baby, me so horny. Me so horny. Me

love you long

time. You party?

JOKER:

Yeah, we might party. How much?

HOOKER:

Fifteen dolla.

JOKER:

Fifteen dollars for

both of us?

HOOKER:

No. Each you fifteen dolla. Me love

you long

time. Me so horny.

JOKER:

Fifteen dollar

too boo-coo. Five dollars each.

HOOKER:

Me

suckee-suckee. Me love you too much.

JOKER:

Five dollars

is all my mom allows me to

spend.

HOOKER:

Okay! Ten

dolla each.

JOKER:

What do we get for ten dollars?

HOOKER:

Everything you want.

JOKER:

Everything?

HOOKER:

Everything.

JOKER:

Well, old buddy, feel

like spending some of

your hard-earned money?

RAFTERMAN:

Just a minute.

RAFTERMAN raises his Nikon and starts

photographing

JOKER and the HOOKER.

The girl strikes quick poses for the camera and

coughs.

JOKER puts his arm around her.

JOKER:

You

know, half these gook whores are serving

officers in the Viet Cong.

The girl coughs again.

JOKER:

The other half have got

T.B. Make sure you

only f*** the ones that cough.

A young

vietnamese boy walks up behind

RAFTERMAN and grabs the Nikon camera

from his

hands.

The boy runs to an accomplice sitting on a waiting

motorbike and tosses the camera to him. Then in

mockery the BOY

excecutes a few, Bruce Lee moves

before jumping on the bike and zooming

off:

JOKER laughs.

DISSOLVE TO:

52 EXT. U.S. MARINE BASE--DAY

The main gates of the base. High-security fencing.

Tanks, jeeps,

trucks. A military helicopter lands.

DISSOLVE TO:

53 EXT. DA NANG

BASE--DAY

JOKER and RAFTERMAN walk down the base street

past rows of

hootches and other buildings. In the

background some marines play

basketball.

JOKER:

That little sucker really had some

moves on

him, didn't he?

RAFTERMAN:

Yeah ... You

know what really pisses me off

about these people?

JOKER:

What?

RAFTERMAN:

We're supposed to be

helping them and they

sh*t all over us every chance they get ... I

just can't feature that.

JOKER:

Don't take it too hard,

Rafterman. It's just

business.

RAFTERMAN:

I hate Da

Nang, Joker. I want to go out into

the field. I've been in this

country almost

three months, and all I do is take handshake

shots at awards ceremonies.

JOKER:

You get wasted your

first day in the field and

it'd be my fault.

RAFTERMAN:

A high school girl could do my job. I want to

get out into the sh*t.

I want to get some

trigger time.

JOKER:

If you get

killed, your mom will find me after

I rotate back to the world and

she'll beat the

sh*t out of me. That's a negative, Rafterman.

54

INT. SEA-TIGER HUT--DAY

A Quonset hut. An editorial meeting of The Sea

Tiger, the official marine newspaper, is in progress

presided over by

LIEUTENANT LOCKHART.

JOKER, RAFTERMAN, and six other marine

correspondens are seated around a large messy

table covered with

cameras, photographs,

newspapers artd magazines.

LOCKHART:

Okay, guys, let's keep it short and sweet

today. Anybody got

anything new?

JOKER:

There's a rumor going around that

the Tet

ceasefire is gonna be cancelled.

LOCKHART:

Rear-echelon paranoia.

JOKER:

A bro in Intelligence says

Charlie might try to

pull off something big during the Tet holiday.

LOCKHART:

They say the same thing every year.

JOKER:

There's a lot of talk about it, sir.

LOCKHART:

I:

wouldn't lose any sleep over it. The Tet

holiday's like the Fourth

of July, Christmas

and New Year all rolled into one. Every

zipperhead in Nam, North and South, will be

banging gongs, barking

at the moon and

visiting his dead relatives.

LOCKHART:

All right ...Ann-Margret and entourage are

due here next week. I

want someone to be

there on the airfield and stick with her for a

couple of days. Uh, Rafterman, you take it.

RAFTERMAN:

Aye-aye, sir.

LOCKHART:

Get me some good low-angle

stuff. Don't make

it too obvious, but I want to see fur and early

morning dew.

RAFTERMAN:

Yes, sir.

LOCKHART:

(reading)

"Diplomats in Dungarees--Marine engineers

lend a

helping hand rebuilding Dong Phuc

villages . . ." Chili, if we move

Vietnamese,

they are evacuees. If they come to us to be

evacuated, they are refugees.

CHILI:

I'll make a note of

it, sir.

LOCKHART:

(reading)

"N.V.A. Soldier

Deserts After Reading

Pamphlets --A young North Vietnamese Army

regular, who realized his side could not win

the war, deserted from

his unit after reading

Open Arms program pamphlets." That's good,

Dave. But why say North Vietnamese Army

regular? Is there an

irregular? How about

North Vietnamese Army soldier?

DAVE:

I'll fix it up, sir.

LOCKHART:

Lawrence Welk

Show's gonna go out on TV in

two weeks. Dave, do a hundred words on

it.

AFTV'll give you some background stuff.

DAVE:

Yes, sir.

LOCKHART:

(reading)

"Not While

We're Eating--N.V.A. learn

marines on a search and destroy mission

don't

like to be interrupted while eating chow."

Search and

destroy. Uh, we have a new

directive from M.A.F. on this. In the

future, in

place of"search and destroy," substitute the

phrase

"sweep and clear." Got it?

JOKER:

Got it. Very catchy.

LOCKHART:

And, Joker ... where's the weenie?

JOKER:

Sir!

LOCKHART:

The Kill, JOKER. The kill. I mean, all

that fire,

the grunts must've hit something.

JOKER:

Didn't see 'em.

LOCKHART:

Joker, I've told you, we run

two basic stories

here. Grunts who give half their pay to buy

gooks toothbrushes and deodorants--Winning

of Hearts and

Minds--okay? And combat

action that results in a kill--Winning the

War.

Now you must have seen blood trails ... drag

marks?

JOKER:

It was raining, sir.

LOCKHART:

Well, that's

why God passed the law of

probability. Now rewrite it and give it a

happy

ending--say, uh, one kill. Make it a sapper or

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