Jarhead Script
A story.
A man fires a rifle
for many years...
and he goes to war.
And afterward,
he turns the rifle in
at the armory...
and he believes
hes finished with the rifle.
But no matter what else
he might do with his hands...
love a woman, build a house...
change his sons diaper...
his hands remember the rifle.
You are no longer black,
or brown, or yellow or red!
You are now green!
You a
rifle, prompting him to work.
MERRITT
Hey! Cant you see Im trying to sleep?
Merritt hefts the axe ad gets back to work.
THERE ARE THREE TYPES OF PRISONERS working the mine:
Aliens like Merritt.
Humans like PRATT, a burned out three time looser with a
weight lifters body.
But more than half the prisoners are chrome fingernailed
Androids, sentenced for killing humans on Earth. None of
the Androids
rifle. He aims at the figure on
the horizon.
POV THROUGH RIFLE SCOPE
The Iraqi soldier in the cross hairs. Hear Troys breathing,
loud, as he pulls trigger slowly. Slow motion RIFLE sound.
Silent pause. The Iraqi soldier stands there, then his neck
explodes like a sack of blood. Silent, except for sound of
Troys LOUD BREATHING as he walks toward the big berm, and up
to the crest. All we hear are h
rifle shoots!
One out of two
gets a rifle.
The one without
follows him!
When the one
with the rifle gets killed,
the one who is following
picks up the rifle and shoots!
The one with
the rifle shoots!
The one without follows him!
When the one with
the rifle gets killed,
the one who is following...
picks up the rifle and shoots!
The one with
the rifle shoots!
- This way, now.
-The one without follo
rifle and searches the horizon with binoculars. The other
pilots. Their unkempt faces, their blazing eyes notate a
wildness. They bark at each other in some Scandinavian
tongue. Two men arguing like mad and desperate children.
The man with the binoculars sights something.
EXT. HORIZON - BINOCULARS POV - A DOG
It turns and snarls at the craft some fifteen hundred
yards to its rear. Then whirls and