Full Metal Jacket

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

EXT. PARADE DECK – DAY

Joker works with Pyle on the Manual of Arms.

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.

EXT. PARADE DECK – DAY

Hartman is drilling the squad, calling the cadence and watching Pyle who makes no mistakes.

DISSOLVE TO:

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 marine and his rifle. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive 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!

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!

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!