Apocalypse Now Redux Page #29

Clean looks up and sees a direct hit on the bridge. TWO

SOLDIERS ate blown off some of the towers and into the

water.

CLEAN:

Holy sh*t! Yo, Chief, two guys

just got blown off that bridge,

CHIEF:

You hand on, man. You're gonna be

okay.

Clean turns and moves to the bow, where Chef is kneeling

by the mail bag.

CLEAN:

What's that?

CHEF:

Mail, man!

CHIEF:

Later on the mail! Watch them

trees.

Willard and Lance climb back onto the boat, loaded down

with supplies. They move down into the PBR.

WILLARD:

There's no diesel fuel, but I picked

up some ammo. Let's move out.

CHIEF:

Did you find the C.O., Captain?

WILLARD:

There's no f***ing C.O. here.

Let's just get going.

CHIEF:

Which way, Captain?

WILLARD:

You know which way, Chief.

He takes off his shirt, then his T-shirt.

CHEF:

You're on your own, Captain. Still

want to go on? Like this bridge.

We build it every night, Charlie

blows it right back up again, just

so the generals can say the road's

open. Think about it...who cares?

WILLARD:

Just get us up river!

CHIEF:

Chef. On the bow.

(to Clean)

Stand by, Clean.

FULL VIEW - THE PBR - NIGHT

The men on the bridge continue to weld with their torches

as the PBR backs up, then the Chief pulls away from the

bridge. They all look back in the distance, the hills

flash with charges, there is a fiery glow, the concussion

of heavy explosions, as the BRIDGE BLOWS.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. THE PBR - DAY

It is the next morning. The PBR continues on its journey

up river. Chef distributes mail from the mail bag.

CHEF:

Sh*t, you got another one, Clean!

CLEAN:

No sh*t. Wait a minute. Is that

it?

CHEF:

That's it for you. Lance? Mr. L.

B. Johnson, there you go.

Lance takes the letter.

LANCE:

Far out, man! All right, I been

waiting for this one.

CHEF:

(to all)

I got another one. I got a box

from Eva.

LANCE:

(reading)

"Lance, I'm fine. Sue and I went

tripping in Disneyland. Sue skinned

her knee.

CHEF:

Man, I'm gonna get back to

Antoine's.

LANCE:

(to letter)

How could I f***ing forget, man?

Beautiful!

(reading)

"There could never be a place like

Disneyland, or could there? Let

me know."

(looking around)

Jim, it's here. It really is here.

Willard has opened the Top Secret pouch and is reading the

letter inside:

WILLARD (V.O.)

(reading)

"There has been a new development

regarding your mission, which we

must one communicate to you. Months

ago, a man was ordered on a mission,

which was identical to yours. We

have reason to believe that he is

now operating with Colonel Kurtz.

Saigon was carrying him MIA for

his family's sake, but they assumed

he was dead. Then they intercepted

a letter he tried to send to his

wife."

INSERT - CLOSE ON THE COPY OF THE LETTER

"Find someone else. Forget it. I'm never coming back."

WILLARD (V.O.)

Captain Richard Colby. He was

with Kurtz.

LANCE:

(to himself)

Disneyland. F***, man, this is

better than Disneyland.

CHEF:

(reading newspaper)

"...Charles Miller Manson ordered

the slaughter of all in the home

anyway, as a symbol of protest."

That's really weird, ain't it?

Lance has taken some SMOKE BOMBS and is popping them open.

COLORED SMOKE begins to pour out.

LANCE:

Purple Haze! Look!

CHIEF:

Lance, put that smoke away.

CLEAN:

I got a tape from my mom.

Lance is playing with the smoking flares.

LANCE:

Chief, rainbow reality, man. Get

a good whiff.

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