Full Metal Jacket Page #3
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- 2022
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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-b*tch!
RECRUITS:
Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-b*tch!
HARTMAN:
Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-yearitch!
RECRUITS:
Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-yearitch!
DISSOLVE TO:
5 EXT. PARADE WEDDING--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 f*** with me again, Pyle! Pick up
your f***ing
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
rifle muzzle down.
7 INT.
BARRACKS--NIGHT
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