Full Metal Jacket

Full Metal Jacket   

Based on a novel by                     Gustav Hasford

Screenplay by                              Stanley Kubrick

                                                   Michael Herr
                                                   Gustav Hasford

Produced by                                Stanley Kubrick

Directed by                                 Stanley Kubrick

Cast List:

Matthew Modine                      Private Joker

Arliss Howard                           Private Cowboy

Adam Baldwin                           Animal Mother

Vincent D'Onofrio                     Leonard Lawrence / Private Gomer Pyle

Lee Ermey                                Gunnery Sgt. Hartman

Dorian Harewood                      Eightball

Kevyn Major                            Howard Rafterman

Ed O'Ross                                 Walter J. Schinoski / Lt. Touchdown

Jon Stafford                               Doc Jay

John Terry                                Lt. Lockhart

Kirk Taylor                               Payback

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WARNER BROS. LOGO

LOGO FADES OUT

Music: Johnny Wright's "Hello Vietnam"

TITLE: "A STANLEY KUBRICK FILM"

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TITLE: "FULL METAL JACKET"

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INT. BARBERSHOP – PARRIS ISLAND MARINE BASE – DAY

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

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 punches 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, overweight 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?