Apocalypse Now Redux Page #19

CHEF:

Typical f***ing ARVN, man.

CLEAN:

The gook went too far.

CHIEF:

Chef, take the wheel.

Chef takes the wheel of the boat as the Chief moves back

and starts brushing his teeth. Lance continues to unwrap

his skis.

CLEAN:

Sticking pinholes and mutilating

the centerfold and sh*t like that.

And the sergeant said, "You better

not do that to her. You leave

your shitty little gook hands off

of that girl!" Gook say, "F***

you!" In Vietnamese, right?

Sergeant, man, he just couldn't

handle it no more. He just picked

up his iron-

He picks up an M16 rifle to demonstrate.

CLEAN:

-flipped it to rock 'n' roll and

boom! Gave that little zero a

long burst straight through the

Playboy mag. It blew his ass clear

out off the dock. There wasn't no

more lieutenant that day. That

was it for his ass.

CHEF:

They burn him for it?

CLEAN:

The sergeant? Yeah, man. They

stuck his ass in the L.B.J. It's

too bad he didn't get no medals or

nothing.

He puts the rifle back in the rack. Disappears down the

hole of the ship. They all shake their heads at the cruel

injustice of life.

CHEF:

F***ing ARVN, man. They should've

killed the f***. Should've given

that f***er a Silver Star. Bummer

for the gook, though, ain't it?

EXT. RIVER - THE PBR - DAY

We HEAR a radio station playing. Willard is seated looking

through the dossier, documents from the C.I.A.

RADIO HOST (OVER RADIO)

Good morning, Vietnam. I'm Army

Specialist Zack Johnson on A.M.N.V.

It's about eighty-two degrees in

downtown Saigon right now, also

very humid...

Clean is standing on the front of the boat, he has a small

transistor radio in his hand.

RADIO HOST (OVER RADIO)

...and we have an important message

for all G.I.s who are living offbase

from the mayor of Saigon. He's

like you to hand the laundry up

indoors, instead of the windowsills.

The major wants you to keep Saigon

beautiful. And now, here's another

blast from the past going out to

Big Sam, who's all alone out there

with the First Battalion, 35th

Infantry, and dedicated by the

Fire Team and their groovy C.O.

The Rolling Stones, "Satisfaction."

The music comes on, Clean starts dancing, keeping time to

"Satisfaction." The others cheer him.

CHEF:

Work out, Clean! Get down, bubba!

(to Lance)

Hang on, Lance!

We SEE that Lance is water-skiing behind the PBR, waving

to the guys.

CLEAN:

(dancing)

Can you dig it, man? Can you dig

it?

(to Chef)

I see you're right on target.

(to group)

Work out! Yeah! Yeah!

The boat passes a Vietnamese fishing boat, capsizing it in

its wake.

VIEW ON WILLARD:

He's found himself in a corner in the boat. He looks to

the front where Clean is moving and dancing to the MUSIC,

to the rear where Lance is water-skiing, and looks down to

his dossier, with its odd assortment of photographs,

reports, and letters.

WILLARD (V.O.)

"Commitment and Counterinsurgency"

by Walter E. Kurtz. "As long as

our officers and troops perform

tours of duty limited to one year,

they will remain dilettantes in

war, and tourists in Vietnam. As

long as cold beer, hot food, rock

'n' roll, and all the other

amenities remain expected norm,

our conduct of the war will only

gain impotence. We need fewer

men, and better. If they were

committed, this war could be won

with a fourth of our present force."

FULL SHOT - THE PBR CREW

The Chief is at the helm. He takes off his sunglasses and

looks straight ahead, reacting.

HIS POV:

Two PBR's coming straight at them. The lead PBR is headed

on a collision course.

CLEAN:

Sh*t. Chicken time. You ain't

shittin', bro. They're

motherfuckers.

LANCE:

Who is that? What's going on?

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