Apocalypse Now Redux Page #8

Kilgore is seated at the fire with some of his men,

strumming a guitar and singing.

KILGORE:

(to the Chief)

Make my meat rare. Rare but not

cold.

WILLARD (V.O.)

Well, he wasn't a bad officer, I

guess. He loved his boys, and you

felt safe with him. We was one of

those guys that had a weird light

around him. You just knew he wasn't

going to get so much of a scratch

here.

Kilgore looks at Willard, who more or less sits by himself.

KILGORE:

What happened to your mission,

Captain? Nah Trang forget all

about you?

He laughs. Willard gets up, carrying the map he's patiently

been holding. He lays it down in front of Kilgore; squats

and points.

WILLARD:

Sir, two places we can get into

the river. Here and here. It's a

pretty wide delta, but these are

the only two spots I'm really sure

of.

KILGORE:

That village you're pointing at is

kind of hairy, Willard.

WILLARD:

What do you mean "Hairy", sir?

KILGORE:

It's hairy. Got some pretty heavy

ordinance. I've lost a few recon

ships in there now and again.

The Chief comes over, leans in to take a look at the map.

KILGORE:

What's the name of that goddamn

village, Vin Drin Dop or Lop?

Damn gook names all sound the same.

(to one of the surfer

soldiers)

Mike, you know anything about this

point at Vin Drin Dop?

MIKE:

That's a fantastic peak.

KILGORE:

Peak?

MIKE:

About six foot. It's an outstanding

peak. It's got both the long right

and left side, with a bowl section

that's unbelievable. It's just

tube city.

Kilgore considers this.

KILGORE:

Well, why didn't you tell me that

before? A good peak. There aren't

any good peaks in this whole shitty

country. It's all goddamn beach

break.

MIKE:

It's really hairy in there, sir.

That's where we lost McDonald.

They shot the hell out of us there.

That's Charlie's point.

Willard sees his chance, jumps in.

CHIEF:

We may not be able to get the boat

in. The draft at the mouth of

that river may be too shallow.

The colonel rises, looks at Willard.

KILGORE:

We'll pick your boat up and put it

down like a baby, right where you

want it. This is the First of the

Ninth, Air-Cav, son. Air mobile!

I can take that point and hold it

just as long as I like, and you

can get any place up that river

that suits you, young Captain.

Hell, a six-foot peak! All right.

Take a gunship back to division.

(to Lance)

Lance, go with Mike and let him

pick out a board for you. And

bring me my Yater Spoon, the eight-

six.

Mike reacts, doubtful.

KILGORE:

What is it, soldier?

MIKE:

It's pretty hairy in there. It's

Charlie's Point.

Kilgore looks at him, exasperated.

KILGORE:

Charlie don't surf!

CUT TO:

EXT. HELICOPTER FIELD OUTSIDE DESTROYED VILLAGE - DAY

It is the next morning. The helicopters, pilots, and men

are ready for battle. The helicopters slowly start up, as

the soldiers scurry to their various positions.

We FOLLOW Kilgore and his group, including Willard, the

Chief, Clean, Lance, etc., as they walk across the field.

They all get into a helicopter, except Kilgore. He takes

off his hat, reaches in, and pulls out his helmet, puts it

on.

ANGLE ON OUR CREW

Seated in their helicopter, looking out.

CHEF:

Jesus, Clean, you ain't believe

this. Look.

WHAT THEY SEE:

The PBR being airlifted up by the helicopter.

CLEAN:

Hey! They're picking up the boat!

BACK TO KILGORE'S HELICOPTER

Kilgore picks up some gloves and starts to put them on as

he crosses to the gunner by the helicopter.

KILGORE:

(to soldier)

How you feeling, Jimmy?

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