Full Metal Jacket

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:

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:

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, two, 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... twenty-six! One, two, three... twenty-seven! One, two, three... twenty-eight! One, two, three... twenty-nine! One, two, three... thirty!

FADE TO BLACK

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:

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.

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.

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!

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 rifle)

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:

INT. BARRACKS – NIGHT

A few recruits, including Pyle, are mopping the floor.

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?

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!

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, sir!

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!

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.