Apocalypse Now Redux Page #13

KILGORE:

(to Lance)

Lance! The wind! The Wind! It's

blowing onshore! It's gonna blow

this place out. It's gonna ruin

it!

Sure enough, there is a rushing breeze that increases.

LANCE:

Not cool!

KILGORE:

It's the goddamn napalm, that's

what's doing it!

WILLARD:

I'm really sorry, Colonel, but I'm

afraid that does it. The kid's

got a reputation. You can't expect

him to surf those sloppy waves.

KILGORE:

I understand what you're saying.

LANCE:

Yeah, I'm an artist, Bill. I

couldn't surf that crap.

MEDIUM VIEW - KILGORE, WILLARD, LANCE

Willard calmly goes about picking up Lance's clothes as

Kilgore apologizes to Lance for the conditions.

KILGORE:

Look, I apologize. It's not my

fault. The waves are getting blown

out by the napalm. It's the bombs

causing a vortex with the wind.

LANCE:

I accept your apology.

KILGORE:

Hang around just twenty minutes.

WILLARD:

Some other time, Bill.

KILGORE:

Just twenty minutes!

Willard grabs Lance and walks him away from Kilgore.

LANCE:

I'm an artist!

WILLARD:

(to Lance)

Keep walking.

Kilgore takes the megaphone.

KILGORE:

(into megaphone to

surfers)

Let's give it a try, guys. One

goes left and one goes right.

(to Lance)

Look, Lance...

Lance and Willard keep walking, fast.

WILLARD:

You through surfing? Wanna say

good-bye to the colonel?

LANCE:

No!

WILLARD:

You sure?

LANCE:

Yeah!

WILLARD:

Then let's get the f*** out of

here!

Kilgore is left frantic on the beach with his megaphone.

KILGORE:

(calling to them)

Lance, it's the f***ing napalm!

Just wait twenty minutes! F***!

Willard and Lance run like hell toward the PBR in the

distance. In his frustration, Kilgore throws the megaphone

in the air and wanders off.

AT THE PBR:

The crew help Willard and Lance climb onto the boat.

Suddenly Willard sees something and stops. In a pile of

equipment that the Hueys left are two surfboards-willard

looks at them.

WILLARD:

(to PBR)

Don't leave without me!

CLEAN:

Where the f*** are you going?

He runs to the copter where Kilgore's surfboard is attached.

WILLARD:

Incoming!

All the soldiers at the copter duck and during that moment,

Willard snatches the colonel's surfboard. A soldier tries

to stop him.

SOLDIER:

That's the colonel's surfboard!

WILLARD:

Get the f*** off me! It's mine!

He rushes back to the boat, handing the board up to Clean,

and scampers aboard. Clean stuffs the board in the stern.

The boat turns, ENGINES RUNNING HARD AND ROARS OFF toward

the deeper water of the river.

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT - WILLARD

On the bow:
laughing, exhausted, feeling satisfied with

himself.

EXT. VILLAGE - DAY

The PBR passes the burned-out village, through the destroyed

bridge, and heads out toward the river.

EXT. PBR - DAY

The crew relaxing. Clean sits down next to Chef, who is

rolling a joint.

CLEAN:

Chef, light up, man. Come on,

let's get high.

CHEF:

(to Lance)

Wanna smoke?

CLEAN:

Light up.

WILLARD (V.O.)

Someday this war's gonna end.

That'd be just fine with the boys

on the boat. They weren't looking

for anything more than a way home.

CHEF:

Captain?

Chef offers the joint to Willard. He waves it off.

WILLARD (V.O.)

Trouble is, I'd been back

there...and I knew that it just

didn't exist anymore.

LANCE:

(to group)

Buddha time.

The crew shares the joint.

CLEAN:

All right. That's grass. That's

sh*t.

Willard pours himself a drink from a bottle.

WILLARD (V.O.)

If that's how Kilgore fought the

war...I began to wonder what they

really had against Kurtz. It wasn't

just insanity and murder. There

was enough of that to go around

for everybody.

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