machine.
Are you kidding me?
He couldnt wake me up
with a trumpet and a drum.
Well, I went out with him one night,
and he got us six nurses by himself...
and four of them couldnt report
to work the next morning.
You gonna be okay?
Hey, Ill see you
at the end of the summer, okay?
This bus does not have
a safety inspection sticker.
- Its a fine old bus.
- No, its not! It is a piece of junk.
Im gonn
gray. Detached and efficient, he looks like a cop or an accountant. His name is HOLDEN and hes all business, except for the sweat on his face.
The room is large and humid. Rows of salvaged junk are stacked neatly against the walls. Two large fans whir above their heads.
LEON
Okay if I talk?
Holden doesnt answer. Hes centering Leons eye on the machine.
LEON
I kinda get nervous when I take tests.
machine. His Starbucks cup
sits on the lid, moving back and forth as the machine copies.
JACK (V.O.)
With insomnia, nothing is real.
Everything is far away. Everything
is a copy of a copy of a copy.
Other people make copies, all with Starbucks cups, sipping.
Jack picks up his cup and his copies and leaves.
INT. JACKS OFFICE - SAME
Jack, sipping, stares blankly at a Starbucks bag on the
floor, ful
CUT TO:
EXT. ANNIES HOUSE -- DUSK
A frame house with porch and lots of trees--a Thomas Wolfe
house...with a 1959 faded red Volvo in the driveway.
ANNIE LEAVES ON FOOT, turning onto the sidewalk of a bucolic,
old Durham, North Carolina neighborhood. In the b.g. other
people are heading the same direction ANNIE PULLS A DURHAM
BULLS BASEBALL CAP from her handbag and pulls it on her head.
ANNIE
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FULL METAL JACKET
The screenplay by
Stanley Kubrick, Michael
Herr and Gustav Hasford
Based on the novel The short-Timers by Gustav
Hasford
1987
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FADE IN:
WARNER BROS. LOGO:
WARNER BROS. PICTURES
WB
A WARNER COMMUNICATIONS COMPANY
LOGO FADES OUT:
Music:
Johnny Wrights "Hello Vietnam"
TITLE: A STANLEY KUBRICK FILM
CUT
TO:
TITLE: FULL METAL
First, a sky over chimney pots and church towers, with masses of thundercloud and a black cloud moving toward the sun.
Cut to:
Piccadilly Circus, London. Flower sellers (women in shawls with baskets) seated round the base of the Eros monument. Among them Liza Doolittle, the only young one. The rest are elderly or middle aged. All, including Liza, are too poorly clad and dirty to be attractive. L
cut us off.
- We gotta go in.
- We have a man in there.
He wants more time.
- Right.
Undercover agent who isnt supposed
to be there in the first place.
- Were goin in.
- Let me try em on the bullhorn.
- If they come back to me--
- Youve got three minutes.
This is Agent Blackwell,
Edgar.
I need you to pick up
the telephone.
- I need to talk with you.
- We can still walk out of here.
You just gotta
Night Moves Script
Beep. How I hate these goddamn machines.
Its Nick, babe. I got one for you, Har.
Needs a real live detective
and not one of our computers.
Its a lady called Arlene Iverson.
Sunset Plaza.
Looking to get her daughter home.
Shes an old friend. Used to be
in the movies. Maybe you remember.
If you take the job, stop by the office.
Ill give you what stuff we have on Arlene.
Bye-bye,
Cut it- Stop it now. Sir !
Dont patronize me with that "sir" crap.
- Whoa, hey, those are illegal.
Stop. Oh, God ! Ow !
- Oh, its on now ! Its on. - Charlie !
- Charlie, donthithim !
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, stop it ! Charlie, stop it !
Charlie, Charlie. Hey, hey, hey, just let me handle this. Stop it !
Excuse me, Mister, um, "Jackson"-
Uh- Oh, stop it ! What-What-What is your first name ?
-
cut the cake.
- Ill do anything for a woman with a knife.
- Thank you. Could you help me?
- Sorry.
- No, were finished. Pam, meet James.
Goodbye, Felix.
- Strictly business, my friend.
- Switch that thing off, Felix.
- You have a house full of guests waiting.
- Just let me save this. Take a seat.
The department wants a full report...
yesterday. We really hit it lucky today.
Sanchez hasnt been out