Listen to Me Marlon Page #8

And we were the most rapacious,

aggressive, destructive,

torturing, monstrous people,

who swept from one coast to the other

murdering and causing mayhem

among the Indians...

There is one Indian in here.

But that isn't revealed,

'cause we don't like

that image of ourselves.

I don't think the Americans

want to face the truth.

We are all living on stolen land.

I've seen so many of my friends killed.

Shot. Stabbed.

Where do you draw the line?

At what point do you say,

"God damn it, this is my turf."

"I was here first."

"One more step on this land

and you're gonna get it."

I was with Indian armed resistance

in Kenosha, Wisconsin...

insisting a piece of land

belonged to them.

Then I heard the rifle shot

from the National Guard.

Bullets started sizzling by me.

Four feet away from death.

There was an effort

on the part of the government

to cover up the military involvement.

And any cover-ups

are going to be looked into.

After Watergate and all that corruption

going on, we just can't afford it.

Are most Indian phones tapped?

Of course.

- Is yours?

- Of course.

Do you think that you

are considered a dangerous person

to the FBI?

I'm putting myself on the line

and I have to make it my business

to find out,

and all these bones

are gonna come out of the graves.

So they lie.

Congressmen, presidents, all of them.

They lie when they're alone,

they lie when they're asleep.

They never see faces

without lies anymore,

except the dead ones.

They're the true assassins,

the true murderers.

Are you an assassin?

I'm a soldier.

You're neither.

You're an errand boy.

Sent by grocery clerks.

To collect a bill.

These are random notes

on the subject

of the picture Apocalypse Now.

Find out the details

of actual special forces operations

in the jungle of this kind.

I want to get

as many reports as possible.

Check the gruesome pictures

in Life magazine.

Also the pictures

that Larry Burrows took.

People talk about how proud they are

of their son who died in Vietnam,

fighting for his country.

They had parents so hogwashed

that rather than alter

their belief system,

would kill their children.

Conviction of the myth is everything.

We need myths,

we live by myths,

we die for myths.

I read the script and it was stupid.

It was awful.

I told Francis, "You are making

an enormous error."

"This guy, Kurtz, don't misuse him."

I rewrote the entire script.

And I have it all on tape.

I have a tape of everything.

Here is a story note.

The guy has to be intelligent.

He is without mercy,

not because he's a merciless man,

but simply because

that's the logic of it.

If you're gonna have a war,

you get all in or all out.

To kill without feeling,

without passion...

without judgment, without judgment...

I told Francis how I wanted to be lit.

Half shadow and half light.

He should be mysterious,

a mythological figure.

He is the heart of darkness.

Horror has a face,

and you must make a friend of horror.

Horror and moral terror

are your friends.

And I felt myself coming apart,

splitting in two, and it scared me.

And yet I've gone so far.

I don't think...

that I can ever return.

And then I said to myself,

why are you so frightened?

Let the fear take you.

The horror.

And go with the fear.

The horror.

My film is not about Vietnam.

It is Vietnam.

It was crazy.

Director Francis Ford Coppola

had to contend with shooting

in the Philippine jungle,

a raging civil war and Marlon Brando.

Coppola was appalled

when Brando arrived grossly overweight

and had to be filmed in shadowy light.

He was already heavy when I hired him.

But he was so fat,

he was very, very shy about it.

But that was the least

of the director's problems.

Pulling his notorious delaying tactics,

Brando was up to his old tricks again

with endless script conferences,

costing the production

hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Clearly he had just

kind of left me in a tough spot.

Francis Coppola, he's a prick,

a card-carrying prick.

I mean the cocksucker.

How could he do that to me?

I saved his f***ing ass

and he shows his appreciation

by dumping on me.

Let the tension flow out of you.

Let it flow out of your mind.

Five, four...

Going down in an airplane.

Softly coming in.

One, zero.

You hear the Tahitians singing.

Far, distant laughter.

And it's just after the sun

has gone down.

A star comes.

The first star of the evening.

Peace and love.

And I'm looking

at this very deep, indescribable night.

I think, "God, I've no importance."

"Whatever I do or don't do,

or what anybody does

is no more important than

the grains of sand that I'm lying on."

I've had 110 fights.

Lost twelve.

I'm really...

I've taken too many f***ing punches.

I don't want to be stressed anymore.

You want me to play this guy?

I'll play that guy.

I'm just a service person.

Now, no more bullshit.

We come to

how are you going to fill up my pockets?

What are you gonna give me?

I've made as much as 14 million dollars

for 12 days' work

on a rather silly movie.

My friends, you know me to be

neither rash nor impulsive.

And I tell you that we must evacuate

this planet immediately.

I used to paste the cue card

on actors' faces.

It saved me a lot of time.

And I had things that I'd much rather do

other than studying the f***ing lines.

I have found this other way to do it.

I had a pocket recorder

and I had a thing in my ear,

like a hearing aid.

Let's take a little walk.

Do you mind if I get on this side?

I got bum ears.

- Sure.

- My machine is on this side.

I'd get fed lines,

just a suggestion of a line,

and then I'd take the line and mould it.

It's effective.

I was using it in that movie.

I can't even remember the name of it.

Your eyes are closing,

getting heavier and heavier.

Just think of all the good things

that you like.

Like apple pie and ice cream

and brownies and milk.

But you must eat them

not quite so often.

Day by day, minute by minute,

second by second, you will lose fat.

When you get as fat as me,

you gotta start thinking,

"Well, what's the matter

with the machine?"

The machine isn't working right.

It's something out of balance here.

Food was always a friend.

When I was a kid,

I'd come home from school

and I'd open the icebox

and there'd be apple pie in there

and cheese and...

They'd say to me, "Come on, Mar,

why don't you be a pal and take me out?"

"I'm freezing in here."

The dishes were in the sink

and the house was unkempt.

I had the fear that everybody was dead

and pretending to be alive.

One time, my old man

was punching my mother

and I went up the stairs

and I went in the room.

And I had so much adrenaline,

and I looked at him

and I f***ing put my eyes

right through him

and I said, "If you hit her again,

I am going to kill you."

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units responding to a shooting.

The son of actor Marlon Brando

facing murder charges this morning.

32-year-old Christian Brando accused

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