Platoon Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1986
- 120 min
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ELIAS:
(concerned)
Hold it up.
On Chris - his eyes opening. He seems all right.
CHRIS:
(trying to get up)
I'm okay ... I'm okay.
Chris crumples backwards. Elias helps him.
EXT. COMPANY PERIMETER #1 - DUSK
The COMPANY - about 100 men who seem insignificant amid the size
of the surrounding jungle - is digging into a perimeter of some
100-yard radius. A RESUPPLY CHOPPER lifts off in a flurry of
blowing leaves. Bare-chested soldiers chop down trees, clear
fields of fire, set out claymores, fill sandbags, chow down.
Little fires snake up against the greying red horizon.
EXT. COMPANY PERIMETER 31 - DOC'S POSITION - DUSK
We cut close on a pair of grungy feet - the staple of the
infantry - moving up to DOC, the Medic, bandaging them for FU
SHENG, a Hawaiin kid.
EXT. COMPANY PERIMETER #1 - RHAH'S POSITION - DUSK
Rhah sets his tripflare. Crawford, with him, putting out a
claymore.
EXT. COMPANY PERIMETER #1 - RODRIGUEZ - POSITION - DUSK
Back in the perimeter RODRIGUEZ sets his M-60 in the newly dug
foxhole. SAL, next to him, is shaving in his helmet.
EXT. COMPANY PERIMETER #1 - KING'S POSITION - DUSK
KING looks like a king. A lion of a black man but with a sleepy,
gentle face, not to be roused, is painfully trying to scrawl a
letter home with the pencil held awkwardly, mouthing the words.
FRANCIS, a young baby-faced black with long lashes and soft eyes,
peeks over his shoulder, shaking his head.
FRANCIS:
Sh*t, King, it ain't d-e-r-e man, it's d-e-a-r, and
Sara don't have no two r's in it, fool. Shame on
you.
King shrugs, a sleepy stoned voice.
KING:
Don't matter, she knows what it means ... an she
don't read too good nohow ...
EXT. COMPANY PERIMETER #1 - COMPANY PC - DUSK
Sgt. Elias washes himself, attentive to his body, slender and
well-muscled, and extremely handsome youth. Of Indian blood,
with long black hair, generous smile, wide facial bone structure,
gypsy eyes, and the cleanest white teeth, he could be a young
Greek god. He is given somewhat to panache, a silver wristband
on his arm, a bandana of black parachute silk hanging from his
neck, his fatigues tightened down at the ankle, he pulls his
pants down, checking for crotch rot, applying talcum powder to
the area, his buttocks facing us.
LERNER, a white kid, 19, from Florida, stopping to admire the
frontal view.
LERNER:
Mumm, any time sweetheart.
ELIAS:
Lerner, you'd choke to death on it.
EXT. COMPANY PERIMETER #1 - COMPANY PC - DUSK
At the COMPANY COMMAND POST a beehive of activity with its four
radios, personnel, some Vietnamese scouts milling around.
CAPTAIN HARRIS is running down a field map with his THREE
LIEUTENANTS. Harris, a broad-shouldered fine-looking military
specimen with the requisite Southern accent and football coach
mannerism, is directing his remark to 2nd Platoon's LT.WOLFE, who
looks a little nervous.
CAPTAIN HARRIS:
Sky Six reports a fresh company of NVA moving across
from Cambodia to this blue line.
(points to position)
We got a good chance to light 'em up tonight. All
platoons will set squad-size ambushes before full
dark. Lt. Wolfe
(glances at him)
You 'bush in this area near that ol' Buddhist temple
we passed on the hump in. Lt. Hawkins, you take this
area in the rubber plantation...
LIEUTENANT WOLFE
(eager)
No problem sir ...
EXT. PLATOON PERIMETER #1 - CHRIS' FOXHOLE - DUSK
Elsewhere, Chris scrapes out a foxhole, his shirt off, bandana
around his head, the work hot and heavy.
TEX is out there setting the claymore as BIG HAROLD and JUNIOR
start breaking down their C's.
JUNIOR:
(a whining high voice)
Hey Big Harold, gimme your peaches for the fruitcake
man.
BIG HAROLD:
(laughes loudly)
F*** you b*tch.
JUNIOR:
C'mon man, didn't I do you right that time I give you
the turkey loaf for the ham and lima beans sh*t.
BIG HAROLD:
Tricky b*tch, reason you gimme dat turkey loaf is
nobody else can eat that sh*t 'cept me so don't start
your game playing with me Junior.
They're both black, Junior with huge goggle eyes and a face of
pimples and pockmarks, his teeth yellowed and decayed, some of
them missing. Harold is about twice his size, about 250 pounds,
a baby huey concentrating real hard on preparing his stove to eat
with.
JUNIOR:
Youse a pig man. I hope Manny get dat laundry gig
for' you do.
BIG HAROLD:
De fool think he's gonna get it but he ain't known
for his thinking.
JUNIOR:
He's a fool alright but you a bigger fool. Hey,
whiteboy, watcha waiting for - dat hole ain't gonna
dig itself ...
Chris looks up, continues working, as Junior chuckles.
JUNIOR (CONT'D)
Hey Taylor, you don't know it but I saved your ass
today. I killed a sh*t-eating dog.
(laughing)
BIG HAROLD:
(getting up)
That reminds me, I gotta take a sh*t.
JUNIOR:
You gonna wipe your ass dis time?
BIG HAROLD:
Yeah if you let me have your shirt.
CHRIS:
(VOICE OVER, as he digs)
Somebody once wrote Hell is the impossibility of
Reason. That's what this place feels like. I hate
it already and it's only been a week. Some goddamn
week, grandma ...
(checking his raw blisters)
... the hardest thing I think I've ever done is to go
on point, 3 times this week - I don't even know what
I'm doing. A gook could be standing 3 feet in front
of me and I wouldn't know it, I'm so tired. We get
up at 5 a.m., hump all day, camp around 4 or 5 p.m.,
dig foxhole, eat, then put out an all-night ambush or
a 3-man listening post in the jungle. It's scary
cause nobody tells me how to do anything cause I'm
new and nobody cares about the new guys, they don't
even want to know your name. The unwritten rule is a
new guy's life isn't worth as much cause he hasn't
put his time in yet - and they say if you're gonna
get killed in the Nam it's better to get it in the
first few weeks, the logic being: you don't suffer
that much. I can believe that ... If you're lucky
you get to stay in the perimeter at night and then
you pull a 3-hour guard shift, so maybe you sleep 3-4
hours a night, but you don't really sleep ... I don't
think I can keep this up for a year, grandma - I
think I've made a big mistake coming here ...
As he speaks, we cut around to various shots of the platoon
members on the perimeter - shaving, eating, cooking, playing, etc
...
Towards the end of this voice over, we cut to Sgt. BARNES moving
towards the PLATOON PC. A powerful face, a quiet, angry fixed
stare, a thick trimmed moustache that helps conceal a network of
plastic surgery grafts and scars. The distortion from the jaw up
the left side of his face to his forehead, punctuated by a severe
indentation above the left eye where a bullet once penetrated his
skull.
Walking with him is Sgt. O'NEILL as they join WOLFE, Sgts. ELIAS
and WARREN at the PLATOON PC where they're huddled over maps.
Warren is a black, thin, tall, paranoid man with untrusting eyes,
silent and bitter.
BARNES:
(to all, almost pleased about it)
We got boo-coo movement. 3rd Battalion just got hit
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