Apocalypse Now Redux Page #25

CHIEF:

Chef, I said lay off! Knock it

off! Give him a break! What do

you think I said? And give your

jaws a rest. And this ain't the

army! You are a sailor. So get

out of that frizzly army-looking

shirt and stop smoking that dope,

you hear me?

He looks back to Lance.

CHIEF:

Lance, what's with all the green

paint?

LANCE:

Camouflage.

CHIEF:

How's that?

LANCE:

So they can't see you. They're

everywhere. Chief.

The Chief reacts...what the hell can he say.

CHIEF:

Uh-huh. I want you to stay awake

up there, man. You got a job to

do.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. THE PBR - DAY

The Chief steers the PBR up river and around a bend. He

sees something ahead, shouts to the crew.

CHIEF:

Sampan off the port bow. Sampan

off the port bow. Let's take a

look.

POV VIEW:

A SAMPAN, heading down-river, riding low in the water.

BACK TO PBR CREW

Everybody on the crew has reacted, as the Chief continues

to bark orders.

CHIEF:

Lance, bring them in. Clean, on

the 60. Chef, get a 16. Clean,

get on that 60!

Lance jumps up from his hammock, grabs his M16. Clean shuts

off his radio, jumps up and moves to the M60 machine gun.

By this time Willard has moved up next to the Chief,

wondering what the hell is going on.

WILLARD:

What's up, Chief?

CHIEF:

A junk boat, Captain. We're gonna

take a routine check.

WILLARD:

Let's forget routine now, and let

them go.

CHIEF:

These boats are running supplies

in this delta, Captain. I'm gonna

take a look.

WILLARD:

Chief, my mission's got priority

here. Hell, you wouldn't even be

in this part of the river, if it

wasn't for me.

CHIEF:

Until we reach your destination,

Captain, you're just on for the

ride.

Willard realizes that this is a ploy by the Chief to

establish his authority. Nothing is going to stop him.

ANOTHER ANGLE-TO INCLUDE SAMPAN AND PBR

The PBR slides alongside the sampan. THREE NERVOUS

VIETNAMESE MEN and ONE YOUNG WOMAN look up from the baskets

of rice, mangoes, fish, etc.

CHIEF:

All right, come on, let's bring it

over. Look in that forward hooch.

Bring the people out of there.

By this time the third man has crossed forward and joined

the others.

CHEF:

Hurry up, motherfuckers! Move it!

Can couc!

They hand their ID cards to Chef.

CHIEF:

Keep your eyes open, Clean.

CLEAN:

(on the machine gun)

I got you Chief.

Willard just sits down, resigned to this show of the Chief's

authority.

Chef looks at them and nods his approval. He hands them

to Chief.

CHIEF:

Board it and search it.

CHEF:

There ain't nothing on it, Chief.

CHIEF:

Board it and search it.

CHEF:

Just baskets and ducks. Bananas.

There ain't nothing on it.

CHIEF:

Go on it and search it.

CHEF:

Just a goat. Some fish. Bunch of

f***ing vegetables.

The Chief finally gets pissed off, he turns and screams at

Chef:

CHIEF:

Get on that boat!

CHEF:

There's nothing on it, man!

CHIEF:

Get on that boat!

Chef starts down into the Vietnamese sampan. He is really

pissed off. He shoves the Vietnamese men out of the way.

CHEF:

(to man)

Move it, a**hole.

The Chief watches as Chef goes through the routine of

examining the sampan and what it carries. He is very

nervous as he looks in all the baskets.

CHEF:

Pigs! Mangoes! What's in the

rice bag? F***ing rice!

CHIEF:

Well, look in there, Chef!

CHEF:

F***ing fish! More coconuts.

Rice. Here's rice.

CHIEF:

What's in that vegetable basket?

Chef moves deeper into the sampan. He looks at the

Vietnamese girl that is sitting on a yellow can.

CHEF:

(to girl)

Can couc! Come on! Get out of

there.

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