Apocalypse Now Redux Page #14

EXT. RIVER - FULL SHOT - THE BOAT - DUSK

It is parked, hidden under some trees along the riverbank.

CHEF (O.S.)

I'm not here...I'm walking through

the jungle gathering mangos, and I

meet Raquel Welch. I can male

nice mango cream pudding. You

know, kind of spread it around on

us...

Chef is lying on his back, his eyes closed. Lance is

standing on the riverbank next to the PBR. He is taking a

leak. He finishes, then turns and squats next to a blue

bucket and starts washing his Air-Cav trunks.

CHEF:

...See, she's into mangoes, too.

She's like one limb above me.

We're both in the jungle here,

nude.

We HEAR a helicopter coming toward the vicinity of the

boat. The wind begins to hit the trees and boat.

CLEAN:

(to Chief)

Hey, Chief? Here comes that colonel

guy again.

The SOUND of the helicopter gets closer...and an

indistinguishable language on a loudspeaker. Lance gathers

his bucket and soap and jumps up on the PBR.

KILGORE (OVER P.A.)

"I will not harm or hurt you.

Just give me back the board, Lance.

It was a good board and I like it.

You know how hard it is to find a

board that you like."

The helicopter drones on into the distance-the same speech

starts again farther off-finally the noise ceases.

CHEF:

Determined motherf***er, ain't he?

Cock-sucker!

Willard snaps off a salute at the passing copter. It

disappears into the distance.

CLEAN:

Jesus Christ. That guy's too

f***ing much, man.

LANCE:

Do you think he would've shot us?

WILLARD:

He would've shot us on the beach,

or if he saw me taking his board.

CLEAN:

(singing)

Let's go surfing now, Everybody's

learning how..

LANCE:

Let's get this board out of my

turret.

CLEAN:

Sucker.

LANCE:

Come on, how am I gonna shoot him

the next time he comes around?

WILLARD:

Hey, Chef, make some room back

there for the board.

They stow the board in the back of the boat, hiding it.

CHIEF:

I wonder if that's the same chopper.

WILLARD:

Hell, he's probably got them all

over the river with that recording.

We'll have to hold up here till

dark, Chief.

(to Lance)

Don't worry Lance, he won't follow

us too far.

LANCE:

What makes you say that?

WILLARD:

You think that Cav colonel wants

everyone up river to know we stole

his board?

LANCE:

I didn't steak it!

Willard laughs, lights up a cigarette.

CHIEF:

Captain? Just how far up this

river are we going?

WILLARD:

That's classified, Chief. I can't

tell you. We're going up pretty

far.

CLEAN:

Is it gonna be hairy?

WILLARD:

I don't know, kid. Yeah, probably.

CHIEF:

You like it like that, Captain?

When it's hot, hairy?

WILLARD:

F***.

(a beat)

Maybe you'll get a chance to know

what the f*** you are in some

factory in Ohio.

Chef steps forward with a plastic bucket.

CHEF:

Hey, Chief, I'm gonna go get those

mangoes now, okay?

CHIEF:

Take somebody with you.

WILLARD:

I'll go with him.

He turns and follows Chef off the PBR. They climb up the

bank, away from the boat, into the jungle.

EXT. JUNGLE - MEDIUM VIEW - DUSK

Chef and Willard cautiously walk through the dark

underbrush. We SEE fragments of them, LOSE then

occasionally, and just MOVE through the jungle. WE HEAR

this conversation throughout:

WILLARD:

Chef?

CHEF:

Yes, sir.

WILLARD:

How come they call you that?

CHEF:

Call me what, sir?

WILLARD:

Chef. 'Cause you like mangoes and

stuff?

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