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Full Metal Jacket (1987) movie script
by Stanley Kubrick, Michael Herr and Gustav Hasford.
Based on the novel "The Short Timers" by Gustav Hasford.

FADE IN:
1 INT. BARBERSHOP--PARRIS
ISLAND MARINE BASE--DAY

Marine recruits having their heads shaved
with electric clippers. The hair piles up on the floor.



2 INT.
BARRACKS--DAY

Marine recruits stand at attention in front of their
bunks.

Master Gunnery Sergeant HARTMAN walks along the
line of blank-faced recruits.

HARTMAN
I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your Senior
Drill Instructor. From now on, you will speak
only when spoken to, and the first and last
words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir!"
Do you maggots understand that?


RECRUITS
(in unison)
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you
got a pair.

RECRUITS
(louder)
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
If you ladies leave my island, if you survive
recruit training ... you will be a weapon, you
will be a minister of death, praying for war.
But until that day you are pukes! You're the
lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even
human fucking beings! You are nothing but
unorganized grabasstic pieces of amphibian
shit!

Because I am hard, you will not like me. But
the more you hate me, the more you will
learn. I am hard, but I am fair!
There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on
niggers, kikes, wops or greasers
. Here you
are all equally worthless! And my
orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack
the gear to serve in my beloved Corps! Do
you maggots understand that?


RECRUITS
(in unison)
Sir, yes, sir!



HARTMAN
Bullshit! I can't hear you!


RECRUITS

(louder)
Sir, yes, sir!


Sergeant HARTMAN stops in front of a
black recruit,
Private SNOWBALL.


HARTMAN
What's your
name, scumbag?

SNOWBALL
(shouting)
Sir,
Private Brown, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! From now on
you're Private
Snowball! Do you like that name?


SNOWBALL
(shouting)
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN

Well, there's one thing that you won't like,
Private Snowball! They
don't serve fried
chicken and watermelon on a daily basis in
my
mess hall!

SNOWBALL
Sir, yes, sir!


JOKER

(whispering)
Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?


HARTMAN

Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's
the slimy
little communist shit twinkle-toed
cocksucker down here, who just
signed his
own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy
fucking
godmother said it! Out-fucking-
standing! I will P.T. you all until
you fucking
die! I'll P.T. you until your assholes are
sucking
buttermilk.


Sergeant HARTMAN grabs cowboy by the shirt.



HARTMAN
Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!


COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!


HARTMAN
You little piece of
shit! You look like a fucking
worm! I'll bet it was you!


COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

JOKER
Sir, I said it, sir!


Sergeant HARTMAN steps up to JOKER.


HARTMAN
Well ...
no shit. What have we got here, a
fucking comedian? Private Joker? I
admire
your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come
over to my
house and fuck my sister.

Sergeant HARTMAN purnches JOKER in the
stomach.
JOKER sags to his knees.

HARTMAN
You little
scumbag! I've got your name! I've
got your ass! You will not laugh!
You will not
cry! You will learn by the numbers. I will
teach
you. Now get up! Get on your feet! You
had best unfuck yourself or I
will unscrew
your head and shit down your neck!

JOKER

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Private Joker, why did you join
my beloved
Corps?

JOKER
Sir, to kill, sir!


HARTMAN
So you're a killer!

JOKER
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
Let me see your war face!

JOKER
Sir?


HARTMAN
You've got a war face? Aaaaaaaagh! That's a
war face.
Now let me see your war face!

JOKER
Aaaaaaaagh!


HARTMAN
Bullshit! You didn't convince me! Let me see
your real
war face!

JOKER
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!


HARTMAN
You didn't scare me! Work on it!

JOKER

Sir, yes, sir!

Sergeant HARTMAN speaks into cowboy's face.


HARTMAN
What's your excuse?

COWBOY
Sir, excuse for
what, sir?

HARTMAN
I'm asking the fucking questions
here,
Private. Do you understand?!

COWBOY
Sir,
yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Well thank you very much! Can I be in
charge
for a while?

COWBOY
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
Are you shook up? Are you nervous?

COWBOY

Sir, I am, sir!

HARTMAN
Do I make you nervous?


COWBOY
Sir!

HARTMAN
Sir, what? Were you about to
call me an
asshole?!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!


HARTMAN
How tall are you, Private?

COWBOY
Sir,
five foot nine, sir!

HARTMAN
Five foot nine? I didn't
know they stacked shit
that high! You trying to squeeze an inch in
on
me somewhere, huh?

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir.


HARTMAN
Bullshit! It looks to me like the best part of
you ran
down the crack of your mama's ass
and ended up as a brown stain on
the
mattress! I think you've been cheated!

HARTMAN

Where in hell are you from anyway, Private?


COWBOY

Sir, Texas, sir!

HARTMAN
Holy dogshit! Texas! Only
steers and queers
come from Texas, Private Cowboy! And you

don't look much like a steer to me, so that
kinda narrows it down!
Do you suck dicks!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!


HARTMAN
Are you a peter-puffer?

COWBOY
Sir, no,
sir!

HARTMAN
I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would
fuck
a person in the ass and not even have the
goddam common
courtesy to give him a reach-
around! I'll be watching you!


Sergeant HARTMAN walks down the line to another
recruit, a tall,
overtweight boy.

HARTMAN
Did your parents have any
children that lived?


PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
I'll bet they regret that! You're so ugly you
could be
a modern art masterpiece! What's
your name, fatbody?


PYLE
Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir!

HARTMAN
Lawrence?
Lawrence, what, of Arabia?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!


HARTMAN
That name sounds like royalty! Are you
royalty?


PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Do you suck dicks?



PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I'll bet you
could suck a golf ball
through a garden hose!

PYLE

Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
I don't like the name Lawrence!
Only faggots
and sailors are called Lawrence! From now on

you're Gomer Pyle!

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

PYLE has the
trace of a strange smile on his face.

HARTMAN
Do you
think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you
think I'm funny?


PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Then wipe that
disgusting grin off your face!

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
Well, any fucking time, sweetheart!

PYLE

Sir, I'm trying, sir.

HARTMAN
Private Pyle, I'm gonna
give you three
seconds--excactly three fucking seconds--to
wipe
that stupid-looking grin off your face, or
I will gouge out your
eyeballs and skull-fuck
you! One! Two! Three!

PYLE purses his
lips but continues to smile
involuntarily.

PYLE
Sir,
I can't help it, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! Get on your
knees, scumbag!

PYLE gets down on his FEnees.

HARTMAN

Now choke yourself!

PYLE places his hands around his throat as if to

choke himself.

HARTMAN
Goddamn it, with my hand,
numbnuts!!

PYLE reaches for HARTMAN's hand. HARTMAN jerks
it away.


HARTMAN
Don't pull my fucking hand over there! I said
choke
yourself! Now lean forward and choke
yourself!

PYLE leans forward
so that his neck rests in
HARTMAN's open hand.

HARTMAN chokes PYLE.


PYLE gags and starts to turn red in the face.

HARTMAN

Are you through grinning?

PYLE
(barely able to
speak)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I can't
hear you!

PYLE
(gasping)
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
Bullshit! I still can't hear you! Sound offlike
you got
a pair!

PYLE
(gagging)
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
That's enough! Get on your feet!

HARTMAN releases PYLE's
throat. PYLE gets to his feet,
breathing heavily.

HARTMAN

Private Pyle, you had best square your ass
away and start shitting
me Tiffany cuff links
... or I will definitely fuck you up!


PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!



3 EXT. PARRIS ISLAND--DAY

The training
platoon is double-timing in formation.
HARTMAN is calling cadence.


HARTMAN
. . right, left, right, left! Left, right, left,
right,
left! Left, right, left, right, left!

JOKER

(narration)
Parris Island, South Carolina.... the United
States
Marine Corps Recruit Depot. An eight-
week college for the
phony-tough and the
crazy-brave.

HARTMAN
Mama and
Papa were laying in bed.

RECRUITS
(chanting in.
cadence)
Mama and Papa were laying in bed.

HARTMAN

Mama rolled over, this is what she said...

RECRUITS

Mama rolled over, this is what she said...

HARTMAN
Ah,
gimme some...

RECRUITS
Ah, gimme some...


HARTMAN
Ah, gimme some...

RECRUITS
Ah, gimme
some...

HARTMAN
P.T....

REcRuITs

P.T....

HARTMAN
P.T....

REcRuITs

P.T....

HARTMAN
Good for you!

RECRUITS

Good for you!

HARTMAN
And good for me!


RECRUITS
And good for me!

HARTMAN
Mmm, good.


RECRUITS
Mmm, good.

HARTMAN
Up in the morning to
the rising sun.

RECRUITS
Up in the morning to the
rising sun.

HARTMAN
Gotta run all day...


4 EXT.
PRACTICE FIELD--SUNSET

Recruits, silhouetted against the sun, climbing

ropes, nets and ladders.

HARTMAN
...till the running's
done!

RECRUITS
Gotta run all day till the running's
done!

HARTMAN
Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!


RECRUITS
Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!

HARTMAN

Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-
itch!


RECRUITS
Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-
itch!



DISSOLVE TO:


5 EXT. PARADE DECK--DAY

HARTMAN marches the platoon
across a wide
expanse of asphalt. The recruits carry rifles.


HARTMAN
Left, right, left, right, left! To your left
shoulder .
. . hut! Left, right, left! Port . . .
hut!

HARTMAN

Left, right! Platoon ... halt! Left shoulder ...
hut!

PYLE
momentarily places his rifle on the wrong
shoulder and immediately
corrects himself:

HARTMAN spots this and walks up to him.


HARTMAN
Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my
beloved
Corps?

PYLE
Sir, I don't know, sir!


HARTMAN
You are dumb, Private Pyle, but do you
expect me to
believe that you don't know left
from right?

PYLE

Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Then you did that on purpose! You
want to
be different!

PYLE
Sir, no, sir.


HARTMAN slaps PYLE hard across the left cheek.

HARTMAN

What side was that, Private Pyle?!

PYLE
Sir, left side,
sir!

HARTMAN
Are you sure, Private Pyle?


PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN SlaPS pnE hard across the right
cheek,
Knocking his cap off:

HARTMAN
What side was
that, Private Pyle?

PYLE
Sir, right side, sir.


HARTMAN
Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Pick up
your fucking
cover!

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!


DISSOLVE TO:

6 EXT.
PARADE DECK--DAY

HARTMAN marching the platoon. - bringing up the

rear is PYLE, his fatigue pants down around his
ankles; he is sucking
his thumb and he carries his
rifle muzzle down.


7 INT.
BARRACKS--NIGHT

HARTMAN walks along the line of recruits in skivvies

holding their rifles and standing at attention in.
front of their
bunks.

HARTMAN
Tonight ... you pukes will sleep with
your
rifles! You will give your rifle a girl's name!
Because
this is the only pussy you people are
going to get! Your days of
finger-banging old
Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty

pink panties are over! You're married to this
piece, this weapon of
iron and wood! And you
will be faithful! Port ... hut! Prepare to

mount! Mount!

On HARTMAN's command the platoon mount their
bunks
with their rifles and lie on their backs at
attention.


HARTMAN
Port . . . hut!

The recruits snap their rifles to the
port arms
position. over their chests.

HARTMAN
Pray!


RECRUITS
(in unison)
This is my rifle. There are many
like it, but
this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It

is my life. I must master it, as I must master
my life.


Without me my rifle is useless. Without my
rifle, I am useless. I
must fire my rifle true. I
must shoot straighter than my enemy who
is

trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he
shoots me. I
will.

Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and
myself are
defenders of my country. We are
the masters of our enemy. We are the
saviours
of my life. So be it .. . until there is no enemy
...
but peace. Amen.

HARTMAN
Order . . . hut!

The
recruits snap their rifles down to their sides.

HARTMAN

At ease!

HARTMAN turns off the barracks lights.

HARTMAN

Good night, ladies.

RECRUITS
(in unison)

Good night, sir!

HARTMAN
(to duty guard)

Hit it, sweetheart!

DUTY GUARD
Sir, aye-aye, sir!


8
EXT. PARADE FIELD--DAWN


HARTMAN drills the platoon.


HARTMAN
Right shoulder ... hut! This is not your
daddy's
shotgun, Cowboy. Left shoulder ...
hut! Move your rifle around your
head, not
your head around your rifle. Port ... hut!
Four
inches from your chest, Pyle! Four
inches!


9 INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT


HARTMAN marches the recruits through the squad
bay. Their rifles are at
shoulder arms and their
left hands clutch their genitals.


HARTMAN
This is my rifle! This is my gun!

RECRUITS

This is for fighting! This is for fun!

HARTMAN
This is
my rifle! This is my gun!

RECRUITS
This is my rifle!
This is my gun!

They repeat this over and over again as they
march
up and down the squad bay.


DISSOLVE TO:


10 EXT. PARADE DECK--DAY



HARTMAN marching the platoon, calling cadence.


11 EXT. "ARMSTRETCHER"
OBSTACLE--DAY

Hand over hand the recruits swing along the

"Armstretcher."

HARTMAN
Ten fucking seconds! It should
take you no
more than ten fucking seconds to negotiate
this
obstacle! Quickly, move it out! There
ain't one swinging dick
private in this pla-
toon's gonna graduate until they can get

this obstacle down to less than ten fuck-
ing seconds!


12 EXT.
"TOUGH ONE" OBSTACLE--DAY

HARTMAN watches as the recruits climb ropes
and
ladders to a high wooden tower above the platform


13 EXT.
PUGIL-STICK CIRCLE--DAY

PYLE and another recruit, wearing
football-style
helmets, batter each other with pugil sticks.

The
recruits are formed up around them in a cir-
cle. They cheer as PYLE is
beaten, to the ground.

14. EXT. "DIRTY NAME" OBSTACLE--DAY

RECRURTS
waiting in two lines for their turn.

HARTMAN
Next two
privates! Quickly!

The next two recruits struggle over the obstacle.


HARTMAN
Get over that goddamn obstacle! Move it!
Next two
privates! Quickly! Hurry up! Get
up there!

JOKER and another
recruit go over easily.

HARTMAN
Private Joker, are you
a killer?

JOKER
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN

Let me hear your war cry!

JOKER
Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!


HARTMAN
Next two privates, go!

PYLE and another recruit. PYLE is
hopeless.

HARTMAN
Quickly! Get your fat ass over there,
Private
Pyle! Oh, that's right, Private Pyle ... don't
make any
fucking effort to get to the top of
the fucking obstacle! If God
wanted you up
there He would have miracled your ass up
there by
now, wouldn't He?

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
Get your fat ass up there, Pyle!

PYLE
Sir,
yes, sir!

HARTMAN
What the hell is the matter with you
anyway?
I'll bet you if there was some pussy up there
on top of
that obstacle you could get up there!
Couldn't you?!


PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

PYLE drops heavily to the groulzd.


HARTMAN
Your ass looks like about a hundred and fifty
pounds of
chewed bubble gum, Pyle. Do you
know that?


PYLE

Sir, yes, sir!


15 EXT. CHINNING BAR--DAY

Recruits are doing
pull-ups. HARTMAN watches
JOKER finishing many, many of them.


HARTMAN
One for the Corps! Get up there! Pull!

JOKER finally
drops to the ground.

HARTMAN
I guess the Corps don't
get theirs. Get up
there, Pyle!

PYLE tries to do a pull-up but
can't get to the top of
the bar.

HARTMAN
Pull! Pull,
Pyle, pull! One pull-up, Pyle! Come
on, pull! You gotta be shitting
me, Pyle! Get
your ass up there! Do you mean to tell me
that
you cannot do one single pull-up?

PYLE, exhausted from his efforts,
drops to the
ground.

HARTMAN
You are a worthless
piece of shit, Pyle!! Get
out of my face! Get up there, Snowball!


16 EXT. "CONFIDENCE CLIMB"--DAY

PYLE climbs a high obstacle.


HARTMAN
Get up here, fatboy! Quickly! Move it up!
Move it up,
Pyle! Move it up! You climb
obstacles like old people fuck. Do you
know
that, Private Pyle? Get up here! You're too
slow! Move it,
move it! Private Pyle, what-
ever you do, don't fall down! That
would
break my fucking heart! Quickly!

PYLE freezes at the top.


HARTMAN
Up and over! Up and over! Well, what in the
fuck are
you waiting for, Private Pyle? Get
up and over! Move it, move it,
move it! Are
you quitting on me? Well, are you! Then quit
you
slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of
shit! Get the fuck off my
obstacle! Get the
fuck down off of my obstacle! Now!

PYLE climbs
back down his side of the obstacle.

HARTMAN
Move it!
I'm gonna rip your balls off so you
cannot contaminate the rest of
the world! I
will motivate you, Private Pyle, if it short-

dicks every cannibal on the Congo!

17 EXT. ROAD--DAY

The platoon is
irregularly strung out on a road
nearing the end of a rapid, forced
march.

PYLE is at the end of the line ready to drop.
Supported by
JOKER, PYLE Staggers along as
HARTMAN bellows at him.


HARTMAN
Pick'em up and set'em down, Pyle!
Quickly! Move it up!
Were you born a fat
slimy scumbag, you piece of shit, Private

Pyle? Or did you have to work on it? Move
it up! Quickly! Hustle up!
The fucking war
will be over by the time we get out there,

won't it, Private Pyle?

HARTMAN gives PYLE a shove.


HARTMAN
Move it!

PYLE gasps for breath.

HARTMAN

Are you going to fucking die, Pyle? Are you
going to die on me!! Do
it now! Move it up!
Hustle it up! Quickly, quickly, quickly! Do

you feel dizzy? Do you feel faint? Jesus H.
Christ, I think you've
got a hard-on!


18 EXT. MUD OBSTACLE--DAY

The platoon tries to run,
through the mud. PYLE
half carried by JOKER and COWBOY falls taking

JOKER down with him.

HARTMAN
Quickly ladies! Assholes
and elbows! Move it
out! Get up there! Move it! Move it, move it,

move it!


19 INT. BARRACKS--PRE-DAWN

HARTMAN and two Junior Drill
Instructors stride
into the Squad Bay. The lights go on. HARTMAN

bangs loudly on an empty metal garbage can which
he carries into the
room.

HARTMAN
Reveille! Reveille! Reveille! Drop your
cocks
and grab your socks! Today is Sunday! Divine
worship at
zero-eight-hundred! Get your
bunks made and get your uniforms on.
Police
call will commence in two minutes!

HARTMAN stops in front
of JOKER's bunk.

HARTMAN
Private Cowboy! Private Joker!


COWBOY
Sir, yes, sir!

JOKER
Sir, yes, sir!


HARTMAN
As soon as you finish your bunks, I want you
two turds
to clean the head.

JOKER & COWBOY
(in unison)

Sir, aye-aye, sir!

HARTMAN
I want that head so sanitary
and squared
away that the Virgin Mary herself would be
proud to
go in there and take a dump!

JOKER & COWBOY
(in
unison)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Private Joker, do
you believe in the Virgin
Mary?

JOKER
Sir, no,
sir!

HARTMAN throws down the garbage can with a loud
bang.


HARTMAN
Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you
correctly!


JOKER
Sir, the private said "No, sir," sir!

HARTMAN

Why, you little maggot! You make me want to
vomit!

HARTMAN slaps
JOKER, hard, across the cheek.

HARTMAN
You goddam
communist heathen, you had best
sound off that you love the Virgin
Mary . . . or
I'm gonna stomp your guts out! Now you do
love
the Virgin Mary, don't you?!

JOKER
Sir, negative,
sir!!

HARTMAN
Private Joker, are you trying to offend
me?!

JOKER
Sir, negative, sir!!! Sir, the private
believes
that any answer he gives will be wrong! And
the Senior
Drill Instructor will beat him
harder if he reverses himself, sir!


HARTMAN
Who's your squad leader, scumbag?

JOKER

Sir, the private's squad leader is Private
Snowball, sir!!!


HARTMAN
Private Snowball!

SNOWBALL double-times up to HARTMAN.


SNOWBALL
Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered,
sir!


HARTMAN
Private Snowball, you're fired! Private Joker is

promoted to squad leader!

SNOWBALL
Sir, aye-aye, sir!


HARTMAN
Private Pyle!

PYLE
Private Pyle reporting
as ordered, sir!

HARTMAN
Private Pyle, from now on
Private Joker is
your new squad leader, and you will bunk
with
him! He'll teach you everything. He'll
teach you how to pee.


PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Private Joker is silly
and he's ignorant, but

he's got guts, and guts is enough. Now, you

ladies carry on.

JOKER, COWBOY & PYLE
(in
unison)
Sir, aye-aye, sir!


20 EXT. TRAINING FIELD--DAY

JOKER
patiently explains the disassembly of an
M-14 rifle to PYLE.


JOKER
The bolt. The bolt goes in the receiver.
Operating rod
handle. Operating rod guide.


21 INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT

JOKER and PYLE
sitting on their footlockers. JOKER
instructs PYLE in the correct
method of lacing his
combat boots.

JOKER
And the left
one ... over the right. Right one
over the left. Left one over the
right. Right
one over the left.


22 EXT. CONFIDENCE CLIMB--DAY


On. top of the confidence climb, JOKER gently talks
PYLE over the top.


JOKER
Just throw your other leg over ... that'a boy.
That's it.
Now just pull the next one over .. .
and you're home free. Ready?
Just throw it
over. That'a boy. Just set it down. All right?

PYLE
breathes heavily. He is scared but he manages
to get over.


JOKER
There you go. Congratulations, Leonard. You
did it.


23
INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT

JOKER instructs PYLE in the correct way of making

his bed.

JOKER
You fold the blanket and the sheet back

together. Make a four-inch fold. Okay?
Got it? You do it.

PYLE
looks down. uncertainly at the bed.


24 EXT. PARADE DECK--DAY


JOKER
works with PYLE on the Manual of Arms.


25 EXT. OBSTACLE COURSE--DAY


COWBOY, JOKER and PYLE run up a ramp, grab the
ropes and swing across a
ditch. PYLE makes it
without trouble.


26 EXT. PARADE DECK--DAY


HARTMAN is drilling the squad, calling the cadence
and watching PYLE
who makes no mistakes.


DISSOLVE TO:


27 EXT. RIFLE RANGE--DAY


Targets are raised and lowered, red markers
indicating hits. HARTMAN
addresses the recruits.

HARTMAN
The deadliest weapon in
the world is a ma-
rine and his rifle. It is your killer instinct

which must be harnessed if you expect to sur-
vive in combat. Your
rifle is only a tool. It is
a hard heart that kills. If your killer
instincts
are not clean and strong you will hesitate at
the
moment of truth. You will not kill. You

will become dead marines.
And then you will
be in a world of shit. Because marines are not

allowed to die without permission! Do you
maggots understand?


RECRUITS
Sir, yes, sir!


28 EXT. PARRIS ISLAND STREET--DAY

The
recruits are double-timing to HARTMAN's
cadences.

HARTMAN

(chanting in cadence)
I love working for Uncle Sam!


RECRUITS
(chanting in cadence)
I love working for Uncle
Sam!

HARTMAN
Lets me know just who I am!


RECRUITS
Lets me know just who I am!

HARTMAN
One,
two, three, four! United States Marine
Corps!

RECRUITS

One, two, three, four! United States Marine
Corps!


HARTMAN
One, two, three, four! I love the Marine Corps!


RECRUITS
One, two, three, four! I love the Marine Corps.


HARTMAN
My Corps!

RECRUITS
My Corps!


HARTMAN
Your Corps!

RECRUITS
Your Corps!


HARTMAN
Our Corps!

RECRUITS
Our Corps!


HARTMAN
Marine Corps!

RECRUITS
Marine Corps!


HARTMAN
I don't know, but I've been told.

RECRUITS
I don't know, but I've been told.

HARTMAN
Eskimo pussy
is mighty cold!

RECRUITS
Eskimo pussy is mighty cold!


HARTMAN
Mmm, good!

RECRUITS
Mmm, good!


HARTMAN
Feels good!

RECRUITS
Feels good!


HARTMAN
Is good!

RECRUITS
Is good!


HARTMAN
Real good!

RECRUITS
Real good!


HARTMAN
Tastes good!

RECRUITS
Tastes good!


HARTMAN
Mighty good!

RECRUITS
Mighty good!


HARTMAN
Good for you!

RECRUITS
Good for you!


HARTMAN
Good for me!

RECRUITS
Good for me!


29
INT. BARRACKS--NIGHT

The recruits in their skivvies stand at attention
in
two facing rows on top of their footlockers, arms
outstretched,
hands held rigidly in front of them,
palms down, for inspection.


HARTMAN moves along the row of men. He smacks
a recruit's hand.


HARTMAN
Trim 'em.

HARTMAN points at the feet of another recruit.


HARTMAN
Toejam!

To another recruit.

HARTMAN

Pop that blister!

HARTMAN stops in front of PYLE and notices his foot-

locker is unlocked. He picks up the lock and holds it
up to PYLE.


HARTMAN
Jesus H. Christ! Private Pyle, why is your
footlocker
unlocked?

PYLE
Sir, I don't know, sir!


HARTMAN
Private Pyle, if there is one thing in this
world that
I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker!
You know that, don't you?


PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
If it wasn't for
dickheads like you, there
wouldn't be any thievery in this world,
would
there?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!


HARTMAN
Get down!

PYLE steps down, from the footlocker. HARTMAN
flips
open the lid with a bang and begins rummaging
through the box.


HARTMAN
Well, now .. . let's just see if there's anything

missing!

HARTMAN freezes. He reaches down and slowly picks
up a
jelly doughnut, holding it in disgust at arm's
length with his
fingertips.

HARTMAN
Holy Jesus! What is that? What is
that,
Private Pyle?!

PYLE
Sir, a jelly doughnut,
sir!

HARTMAN
A jelly doughnut?!

PYLE

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
How did it get here?


PYLE
Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!

HARTMAN

Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?

PYLE

Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Are you allowed to eat jelly
doughnuts,
Private Pyle?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!


HARTMAN
And why not, Private Pyle?

PYLE
Sir,
because I'm too heavy, sir!

HARTMAN
Because you are a
disgusting fatbody, Private
Pyle!

PYLE
Sir, yes,
sir!

HARTMAN
Then why did you hide a jelly doughnut in

your footlocker, Private Pyle?

PYLE
Sir, because I was
hungry, sir!

HARTMAN
Because you were hungry?


Holding out the jelly doughnut, HARTMAN walks
down the row of recruits
still standing with their
arms outstretched.

HARTMAN

Private Pyle has dishonored himself and
dishonored the platoon! I
have tried to help
him, but I have failed! I have failed because

you have not helped me! You people have not
given Private Pyle the
proper motivation!
So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle
fucks
up, I will not punish him, I will punish
all of you! And the way I
see it, ladies, you
owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now, get on

your faces!

HARTMAN
(to PYLE)
Open your
mouth!

He shoves the jelly doughnut into PYLE's mouth.


HARTMAN
They're paying for it, you eat it!

HARTMAN turns to the
recruits.

HARTMAN
Ready . . . exercise!

The platoon
does push-ups.

RECRUITS
(chanting in cadence)

One, two, three, four!
I love the Marine Corps!
One, two,
three, four!
I love the Marine Corps!
One, two, three, four!

I love the Marine Corps!
One, two, three, four . . .

While the
platoon does push-ups, PYLE swallows
hard to get down. bites of the
doughnut.


DISSOLVE TO:


30 INT. BARRACKS--DAWN


JOKER checks PYLE's
Uniform.


JOKER
(quietly)
You really look
like shit today, Leonard.

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!

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 school-
circle.

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 fucking 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 with-
drawn, barely able to answer HARTMAN.


PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
You forget your
fucking name? O-three-
hundred, 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 shit.

PYLE
I am .. . in a world . . . of
shit!


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 shit? 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 John-
Wayne-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.

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

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