Apocalypse Now Redux Page #11

Frantic Americans push the two older Vietnamese into the

medevac ship for questioning. A YOUNG VIETNAMESE WOMAN

suddenly rushes out from one of the buildings, making a

fuss about the older Vietnamese. Then she throws her coolie

hat into the open helicopter door.

SOLDIER:

She's got a grenade! She's got a

grenade!

EXT. HELICOPTER - HIGH VIEW - DAY

Helicopter BLOWS into flames. Men rush out on fire. They

frantically try to out themselves out.

INT. COMMAND COPTER - DAY

Looking down on the burning helicopter.

PILOT:

They blew the sh*t out of it.

KILGORE:

F***ing savages.

CO-PILOT

Holy Christ, she's a SAP. I'm

gonna get that dink b*tch. Get

over there, Johnny. Out the right

skid right up her ass.

MEDIUM VIEW - THE GROUND

It swerves down. We can SEE the disaster as well as the

three Vietnamese running away. It ROARS down, the machine

gunner FIRING.

VIEW ON THE GROUND

The Vietnamese are mowed down.

OVER-THE-SHOULDER SHOT OF THE TREES BELOW THE COPTER

Shells are fired from the grove of trees at the copter.

PILOT (OVER RADIO)

We gotta get some air up in these

trees. It's goddamn eat-up with

the enemy down there.

The LOH swerves past the tree line taking sniper FIRE and

finally a dead-on HIT. It swerves around in circles, black

smoke coming from it, cascading toward the ground.

Copters fire at the bridge. Smoke and debris fly upward.

Geysers of water almost obscure it. The bridge is

destroyed, the village burns in the background.

INT. COMMAND COPTER - DAY

Kilgore turns to look at Lance.

KILGORE:

What do you think?

LANCE:

It's really exciting, man.

KILGORE:

No, no! The waves!

LANCE:

Oh, right.

KILGORE:

Look at that, breaks both ways.

Watch. Look! Good six-foot swells!

EXT. BEACH - DAY

Kilgore's copter kicks up a cloud of dust as it sets down.

Kilgore pop's out, followed by Lance and other officers

and strides across the beach looking out toward the sea.

SOLDIER (O.S.)

Incoming!

They all dive except Kilgore; he's watching a big set.

The shell EXPLODES in the water about a hundred yards away,

sending up a geyser of spray. Kilgore is unmoved. The

others get up and join him.

MAJOR:

This L.Z. is still pretty hot,

sir. Maybe you ought to surf

somewhere else.

KILGORE:

What do you know about surfing,

Major? You're from goddamn New

Jersey!

He whistles Mike and Johnny over, who look like they're

ready to hit the dirt again as explosions go off around

them.

KILGORE:

I wanna see how rideable that stuff

is. Go change.

MIKE:

It's till pretty hairy out there,

sir.

KILGORE:

You wanna surf, soldier?

They nod "yes" meekly.

KILGORE:

That's good son, because you either

surf or fight. That clear?

They turn and leave. Kilgore grabs an M16 from one of the

guards-they all think he's going to shoot the surfers or

someone-they run back uneasy.

KILGORE:

One get going. I'll cover for

them.

(to others)

And bring a board Lance.

He c*cks the weapon-Lance looks around uneasily.

WILLARD:

(to Lance)

We can't do sh*t till the boat

gets here.

KILGORE:

Lance, I bet you can't wait to get

out there.

LANCE:

What?

KILGORE:

(gesturing to ocean)

See how they break both ways? One

guy can break right, one left,

simultaneous. What do you think

of that?

LANCE:

Bill, I think we ought to wait for

the tide to come up.

He starts away.

KILGORE:

Lance, come here. Look.

SOLDIER (O.S.)

Incoming!

A shell screams over-they all hit the dirt except Kilgore.

It explodes, throwing sand through the air. Kilgore leans

down yelling over the noise.

KILGORE:

The tide doesn't come in for six

hours! You wanna wait here for

six hours?

ANGLE ON THE PBR

in the sky, being dropped by the helicopter onto the water.

MEDIUM SHOT - SURF - THE TWO SURFERS

out on the water on their boards, trying to surf.

KILGORE (O.S.)

(through megaphone)

Okay, fellas, quit hiding. Let's

go, d*ckheads, take off.

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