Full Metal Jacket Page #5

obstacle! Quickly, move it out! There

ain't one swinging dick

private in this platoon's

gonna graduate until they can get

this obstacle down to less than ten f***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 circle.

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

f***ing effort to get to the top of

the f***ing 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 p*ssy 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 sh*t, 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,

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