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[gunnery.sergeant.hartman]

Full Metal Jacket



Based on the novel The Short-Timers by Gustav Hasford

Screenplay by Stanley Kubrick
Michael Herr
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
Sir, yes, sir!

JOKER
(whispering)
Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?

HARTMAN
Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who`s the slimy little communist shit twinkle–toed cocksucker down here, who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy fucking godmother said it! Out-fucking-standing! I will P.T. you all until you fucking die! I`ll P.T. you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk.

Sergeant HARTMAN grabs COWBOY by the shirt.

HARTMAN
Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
You little piece of shit! You look like a fucking worm! I`ll bet it was you!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

JOKER
Sir, I said it, sir!

Sergeant HARTMAN steps up to JOKER.

HARTMAN
Well ... no shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian? Private Joker? I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister.

Sergeant HARTMAN purnches JOKER in the stomach.

JOKER sags to his knees.

HARTMAN
You little scumbag! I`ve got your name! I`ve got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn by the numbers. I will teach you. Now get up! Get on your feet! You had best unfuck yourself or I
will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!

JOKER
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Private Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps?

JOKER
Sir, to kill, sir!

HARTMAN
So you`re a killer!

JOKER
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Let me see your war face!

JOKER
Sir?

HARTMAN
You`ve got a war face? Aaaaaaaagh! That`s a war face. Now let me see your war face!

JOKER
Aaaaaaaagh!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! You didn`t convince me! Let me see your real war face!

JOKER
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

HARTMAN
You didn`t scare me! Work on it!

JOKER
Sir, yes, sir!

Sergeant HARTMAN speaks into Cowboy`s face.

HARTMAN
What`s your excuse?

COWBOY
Sir, excuse for what, sir?

HARTMAN
I`m asking the fucking questions here, Private. Do you understand?!

COWBOY
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Well thank you very much! Can I be in charge for a while?

COWBOY
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Are you shook up? Are you nervous?

COWBOY
Sir, I am, sir!

HARTMAN
Do I make you nervous?

COWBOY
Sir!

HARTMAN
Sir, what? Were you about to call me an asshole?!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
How tall are you, Private?

COWBOY
Sir, five foot nine, sir!

HARTMAN
Five foot nine? I didn`t know they stacked shit that high! You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir.

HARTMAN
Bullshit! It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama`s ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I think you`ve been cheated!

HARTMAN
Where in hell are you from anyway, Private?

COWBOY
Sir, Texas, sir!

HARTMAN
Holy dogshit! Texas! Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy! And you don`t look much like a steer to me, so that kinda narrows it down! Do you suck dicks!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Are you a peter-puffer?

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
I`ll bet you`re the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddam common
courtesy to give him a reach-around! I`ll be watching you!

Sergeant HARTMAN walks down the line to another recruit, a tall, overtweight boy.

HARTMAN
Did your parents have any children that lived?

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
I`ll bet they regret that! You`re so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece! What`s your name, fatbody?

PYLE
Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir!

HARTMAN
Lawrence? Lawrence, what, of Arabia?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
That name sounds like royalty! Are you royalty?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Do you suck dicks?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I`ll bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose!

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
I don`t like the name Lawrence! Only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence! From now on you`re Gomer Pyle!

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

PYLE has the trace of a strange smile on his face.

HARTMAN
Do you think I`m cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I`m funny?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face!

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Well, any fucking time, sweetheart!

PYLE
Sir, I`m trying, sir.

HARTMAN
Private Pyle, I`m gonna give you three seconds – excactly three fucking seconds ––to wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull–fuck you! One! Two! Three!

PYLE purses his lips but continues to smile involuntarily.

PYLE
Sir, I can`t help it, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! Get on your knees, scumbag!

PYLE gets down on his Knees.

HARTMAN
Now choke yourself!

PYLE places his hands around his throat as if to choke himself.

HARTMAN
Goddamn it, with my hand, numbnuts!!

PYLE reaches for HARTMAN`s hand. HARTMAN jerks it away.

HARTMAN
Don`t pull my fucking hand over there! I said choke yourself! Now lean forward and choke yourself!

PYLE leans forward so that his neck rests in HARTMAN`s open hand.

HARTMAN chokes PYLE.

PYLE gags and starts to turn red in the face.

HARTMAN
Are you through grinning?

PYLE
(barely able to speak)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I can`t hear you!

PYLE
(gasping)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I still can`t hear you! Sound offlike you got a pair!

PYLE
(gagging)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
That`s enough! Get on your feet!

HARTMAN releases PYLE`s throat. PYLE gets to his feet, breathing heavily.

HARTMAN
Private Pyle, you had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cuff links ... or I will definitely fuck you up!

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!


EXT. PARRIS ISLAND – DAY

The training platoon is double–timing in formation. HARTMAN is calling cadence.

HARTMAN
... right, left, right, left! Left, right, left, right, left! Left, right, left, right, left!

JOKER
(narration)
Parris Island, South Carolina.... the United States Marine Corps Recruit Depot. An eight-week college for the phony-tough and the crazy-brave.

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...

[rv_2011]

Ist ein toller Film. Der erste Teil ist schlimmer als der Vietman-Einsatz im zweiten.

Aber Sgt. Hartman ist nicht gerade mein Vorbild!

Gruss, rv

[rv_2011]

ps:

Ich hab Deine Threads erst jetzt gesehen, weil sie nicht "EM.TV-markiert" sind. Du siehst es ja offenbar aehnlich wie ich.

Gruss, rv

[gunnery.sergeant.hartman]

@ rv

Ich sagte, "exclusiv für `rv"...

der Drill-Sergeant im Film ist schon klasse!

"Privat Joooooker, waruuuuum wollen Sie in
mein geliiiiieeebte Corps...?!"

"SIR, um zu TÖTEN, SIR!!!"

***Absolut wunderbar ist vor allem aber die
O-Stimme vom Sergeant!

***Zur "`Film`-Thematik `Vietnam`":

Da gäbe es noch "Platoon", insbesondere jedoch
am Firmament des Film-Horizonts ohne wenn und
aber "Apocalypse Now"!

Falls noch nicht bekannt: Seit Ende der 70`er
gibt es bei einem Film fast nichts ***Voll-
kommeneres*** [unbefangen dessen "Blade Runner",
"Lawrence of Arabia", "Blue Velvet", "Pulp Fiction"
sowie viele Jahre vorab "The good, the bad & the
ugly/Zwei glorreiche Halunken".

Eli Wallach in den "Halunken" ist unabdingbar
genial!!!

[Fast gleichermaßen wie - der verdammte Name fällt
mir gerade nicht mehr ein... - der Kamerad, der
"Nero" gespielt hat - "PetrOOOnius..." &
Gerd Fröbe als "Räuer Hotzenplotz"!]

Eli Wallach in "Il buono, il brutto i il cattivo"...

...aaaaach...!!!

[Edward G. Robinson, Bogart und Charles Bronson sind
noch klasse!

Linda Hamilton in der Filmrolle [!] von "Terminator II"!

Meiner "Alten Dame" [=Mutter] pflege ich seit Jahren
zu sagen: "Du, wenn Papa nicht mehr leben sollte,
dann kommst Du in den Sessel.

Und dannn kannst Du dir von morgens bis abends
"Rocker-Videos" anschauen..."

Rv, bitte glaub` mir, das kommt nie gut...!]

Dir ganz herzliche Grüße...

"gunnery.sergeant.hartman"

[rv_2011]

Die meisten genannten Filme kenne (und liebe) ich auch.
Die Kubrick-Filme fast alle, auch die frühen: fast in jedem Genre ein Meisterwerk! (Nur bei den (Anti-)Kriegsfilmen gibts zwei (plus eine Komödie).

Außerdem würde ich noch nennen etliche Krimis, einige von Hitchcock, aber vor allem die Hammet und Chandler-Verfilmungen - wunderbar!

Aber mit dem Geschäft der Haffas hat das doch gar nichts zu tun?!

Gruß, rv

ps: Ich hab Dir noch was in Deine WO-Mailbox geschrieben!

[gunnery.sergeant.hartman]

@ rv

Der "Bimbes" gehört dazu, ist aber nicht alles!

Der Kram mit den Filmen hat mit den Haffas nichts
zu tun, vielmehr ergab sich das über Deine Frage
über mögliche "Militanz" hinsichtlich meiner ID.

Ich sag` mal so:

Ich liebe gescheite Italo-Western, Endzeit-SciFi & Rache-
Action.

`Ne prima Sache, daß Du mir in die mailbox eine
Mitteilung `reingeschickt hast...

...habe die aber nicht öffnen können.

Weiß nicht, warum - angezeigt bekomme ich sie.

Ich werde es morgen nach einem System-Neustart er-
neut versuchen.

Ggbfs. hast Du eventuell eine Kopie und wir würden
uns etwas anders einfallen lassen.

Scheint jedenfalls so, als ob wir hier einen "neutralen"
Platz gefunden haben könnten...

Liebe Grüße und gute Nacht,

g.s.h.

[rv_2011]

Ob der Platz so neutral ist, weiß ich nicht: schau mal, wie oft der Thread gelesen wurde!

Gruß und gute Nacht, rv

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