Apocalypse Now Redux Page #24

CARRIE:

I started feeling repulsed with

myself...

BACK TO CHEF AND TERRI

CHEF:

You were just kind of bending

forward, you ass kind of out.

TERRI:

I love training birds...

CHEF:

That's it.

TERRI:

...I really do.

Chef finally has her posed perfectly.

CHEF:

That's it! Viola! Beautiful.

We realize that he was trying to get her to pose exactly

as she was in the centerfold of the Playmate of the Year

he taped up on the PBR.

CHEF:

You know, I can't believe it. Me,

J. Hicks. I can't believe I'm

really here, you know.

BACK TO LANCE AND CARRIE

He is caressing her face.

CARRIE:

...Maybe I'm unfit to have a

relationship with a beautiful,

innocent boy.

BACK TO CHEF AND TERRI

CHEF:

Just think, if it hadn't been for

the Vietnam War, I'd never would've

met you, Miss December.

TERRI:

Miss May.

BACK TO LANCE AND CARRIE

CARRIE:

I wish I could find just one person

that could share my point of view.

BACK TO CHEF AND TERRI

They look at each other for a beat, then they both come

unglued. He starts stripping the clothes off her, laying

her back on the seat, kissing her breasts, etc.

TERRI:

You kiss like a bird! Oh, God!

Kiss me!

CHEF:

I love birds!

BACK TO LANCE AND CARRIE

Clean appears at the window. He looks in at them. Carrie

turns and sees him, she jumps from the bed, panicked, and

moves over by a couple of metal COFFIN containers. Clean

bursts into the room as Carrie knocks one of the coffins

over. The lid pops open, revealing a NAKED DEAD SOLDIER

inside, full of bullet holes. Carrie screams.

BACK TO CHEF AND TERRI

Making passionate, enthusiastic love.

TERRI:

Like a bird! Take me like a bird!

Fly baby! What are you doing?

CHEF:

I can fly like an eagle!

TERRI:

Like an eagle, baby! Cock it to

me! Oh, you drive me crazy!

BACK TO CARRIE, LANCE AND CLEAN

Clean is gone. Lance is sitting next to Carrie, comforting

her. She is still distraught over seeing the dead body.

CARRIE:

Lance, that was somebody's

son...Lance, there were things

that they made me do, that I didn't

want to do. But they said, "Pull

the ribbons between your legs,"

and I didn't want to do it. But

they said that was what was expected

of me, that what people wanted to

see.

Lance reacts, then kisses her. He starts taking off her

blouse. Clean appears at the broken window behind them.

He sticks his head in and looks down at them, watching,

waiting for his turn. Carrie breaks the embrace and looks

up at Clean.

CARRIE:

Who are you?

CLEAN:

I'm next, ma'am.

Carrie reacts as we-

CUT TO:

EXT. RIVER - PBR - DAY

The crew are all on the PBR. Clean is at the back

attempting to shave. Chef is sitting in back busy cooking

up one of his specialties on top of the engine, giving

Clean a hard time about the girls. The Chief is at the

helm, a little sore at what's happening to his crew.

CHEF:

(to Clean)

Well, I didn't know you never got

no p*ssy!

CLEAN:

Shut the f*** up!

CHEF:

Sure sorry about that. If I had

known, I would have taken you to

New Orleans. Teach you some of

the moves.

CHIEF:

Lay off, Chef!

Willard studies the shadowy photo of Kurtz we saw earlier,

as Chef teases Clean in the background.

CHEF:

Cherry boy, Cherry boy.

CLEAN:

You're f***ing dumb!

CHEF:

We'll go to New Orleans. I'll get

you fixed up, you prick.

CHIEF:

Lay off, Chef.

CLEAN:

You're the only prick I see around

here. If I wanna play with a prick,

I'll play with my own.

CHEF:

You wouldn't know what to do with

it!

VIEW ON LANCE:

Ignoring all this. He is painting his face with brown and

green camouflage greasepaint. It is quite ornate-almost

psychedelic. He holds a compact in his hand.

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