Apocalypse Now Redux Page #30

CHEF:

Eva can't picture me in Vietnam.

She pictures me at home, having a

beer, watching TV.

The colored smoke is getting in everybody's eyes. The

whole boat is enveloped.

CLEAN:

Hey, Lance, man!

LANCE:

(to himself)

Hot potato! Hot potato

CHEF:

Eve's not sure she can have a

relationship with me. Here I am,

thirteen thousand f***ing miles

away, trying to keep a relationship

with my ass.

Clean's tape from his mom is PLAYING.

CLEAN'S MOTHER (INTO RECORDER)

"...and that's much more that I

can say for some of your friends.

If this tape is any good, I will

have Dad and the family send you a

tape of their own.

SUDDENLY streams of TRACERS whip out of the jungle at them,

other bullets smash and ricochet off the deck; glass

shatters, everybody jumps to their battle stations.

Lance jumps into the turret of the twin fifties and starts

blasting away at the jungle. The Chief tries to power the

PBR out of the ambush. Clean jumps up behind the M60

machine gun and starts firing. Willard uses his M16.

Everything is confusion, yelling, gunfire, the thud of

bullets ripping into the PBR fiberglass hull. Lance's

guns return fire. He screams obscenities as he vents an

almost superhuman violence.

MED. CLOSE SHOT - LANCE - FIRING HIS GUNS

Turning in the turret; bullets smash and explode around

him. Nobody quite knows where the fire is coming from.

VIEW ON THE CHIEF

The Chief steers and accelerates erratically, trying to

dodge the fire fight.

VIEW ON CLEAN FIRING HIS GUN

Firing the M60...suddenly it jams. As he rises up behind

the shield he is riddled by machine gun fire. The bullets

blast into his throat, chest, stomach...he falls to the

deck.

Nobody has seen that he is down yet. They keep firing

their guns into the jungle. The Chief throttles forward,

the boat surges ahead and slams across the river. It is

all over quickly.

The Chief turns and sees that Clean has been hit and is

down on the deck.

CHIEF:

Chef! Take care of Clean! Captain,

Clean's hit! He's hit!

Lance climbs out of the gun turret and looks around for

the little puppy.

LANCE:

Where'd the dog go? Where's the

dog? We gotta go back and get the

dog!

Chef crawls to Clean and turns him over. Sees that he is

dead.

CHEF:

Clean! Hey! Bubber, you can't

die! You f***er! Hey, bubber!

CLEAN'S MOTHER (INTO RECORDER)

"I'll have a lot of grandchildren

to love and spoil, and then when

your wife gets them back, she's be

mad with me. Even Aunt Jessie and

Mama will come to celebrate your

coming home. Granny and Dad are

trying to get enough money to get

you a car. But don't tell them,

because that's our secret.

Anyhow..."

Clean lying dead, flat on his back. Chief turns him over

and holds his wrist to try and take his pulse.

CLEAN'S MOTHER (INTO RECORDER)

"...do the right thing, stay out

of the way of the bullets, and

bring your hiney home ask in one

piece...'cause we love you very

much. Love, Mom."

Chief is holding Clean's hand and crying.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. RIVER - PBR - DAY

The boat under power, moving through fog. They pass downed

jets, wreckage, burning fires. Willard is sitting on the

bow, looking out into the distance as though he sees

something.

WILLARD:

(motions to Chief)

Hold on. Throw me the glasses.

He looks through the binoculars.

WILLARD'S P.O.V. - WRECKED FRENCH PLANTATION - DAY

In the distance, we can make out a PLANTATION. The dock

has been devastated by years of fighting. There is a heavy

FOG or MIST everywhere. Up on the hill above the dock

sits a large house; it does not look heavily damaged.

EXT. RIVER - THE PBR - DAY

Willard picks up his M16 and moves to the front of the

boat. Chief has also seen the wrecked plantation.

CHIEF:

Lance. Get the 16 on the bow.

(to Chef)

Chef, on the 60.

The Chief pulls the PBR slowly up to the wrecked dock.

Willard jumps off with his M16 in hand and cautiously looks

around.

He walks into a wrecked barn. He comes out of the side

and makes his way back to Chef and Lance, who are standing

on the dock.

CHIEF:

Lance, cover the Captain.

Suddenly from out of the fog...FRENCH VOICES shout out.

LAFAVRE:

You are surrounded. Return. Drop

your weapons.

CHEF:

(in French)

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

(to Lance and others)

They're French.

(n French, to

soldiers)

I am dropping my weapon!

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