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Full Metal Jacket

Based on a
novel by Gustav
Hasford
Screenplay by Stanley Kubrick
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
FADE IN:
WARNER BROS.
LOGO
LOGO FADES OUT
Music: Johnny
Wright's "Hello Vietnam"
TITLE: "A
STANLEY KUBRICK FILM"
CUT TO:
TITLE:
"FULL METAL JACKET"
CUT TO:
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