Platoon Page #3
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- 1986
- 120 min
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O'NEILL
(eager to elaborate)
Yeah, they had claymores strung up in the trees, blew
a whole f***ing platoon to pieces. BAAD SH*T.
Barnes inflects his next words at Wolfe, who is worried.
BARNES:
Yeah, they got two Lieutenants and a Captain.
WOLFE:
Jesus.
Elias quiet. Barnes studying the map.
WOLFE (CONT'D)
(to Barnes)
Who do you want on ambush, Sergeant?
Barnes doesn't bother acknowledging the question, barely glancing
at the Lieutenant, to him a necessary evil. Everybody knows
who's really in charge of the Platoon. Barnes flicks his gaze to
Elias.
BARNES:
Elias - you take your squad and I'll take Tex and
Francis from your squad.
(to Warren)
We move out in two-zero mikes.
(concluding)
ELIAS:
I thought it was O'Neill's turn tonight.
They all look at each other. O'Neill spits in the dust, a
freckled, short red head with a hard worried face, a lifer, 30
going on 60.
O'NEILL
Sh*t! Morehouse and Sal are short. Fu Sheng's going
on R&R, you don't want to send their asses out on an
ambush. You got the fresh meat Elias.
ELIAS:
(to Barnes)
They don't know sh*t Barnes, and chances are we gonna
run into something.
O'NEILL
So what am I going to do! Get one of my guys zapped
so some fuckface fresh from the World can get his
beauty f***ing sleep!
ELIAS:
Hey O'Neill why don't you cool it, you don't have to
be a prick everyday of your life, you know.
O'NEILL
F*** you Elias.
BARNES:
You get your men ready Elias ...
Concluding the debate, no further argument, Barnes rises. The
meeting's closed. Lt. Wolfe hasn't said a word, looking as Elias
departs, without a word.
O'NEILL
(watching him)
F***ing guy's got 3 years in and he thinks he's
Cochise or something ...
His resentment directed partly at the way in which Elias carries
himself, the natural sense of grace - and the dignity it bestows.
CUT TO:
EXT. PLATOON PERIMETER #1 - SQUAD ASSEMBLY POINT - DUSK
Later. On the very edge of the perimeter, darkness coming down
fast, the men in the ambush patrol rustle into their packs, all
of them bitching.
Tex, carrying the M-60, looks up at the glowering sky.
TEX:
Sh*t, looks like rain. All night too. Gonna grow
mushrooms in your bad-ass crotch Junior.
JUNIOR:
(under his breath)
Goddamn ain't no justice round here, you break your
ass for de white man ... gonna get our act together,
do some rappin' wid de brothers, change things ...
CRAWFORD:
What's O'Neill have a nose up the lieutenant's ass
already, how come we always get ambush.
FRANCIS:
Politics, man, politics. We always getting f***ed
around here.
Chris is scared, nervous with his last-minute equipment
adjustments, his pack obviously overweight for a night mission as
he hauls it up.
Gardner, the other new boy, is jovial in contrast, his wallet
extended towards Chris.
GARDNER:
Hey Chris, I show you a picture of Lucy Jean?
CHRIS:
(not to be bothered)
No ...
Gardner shows him his girl. She's real dog u-g-l-y, and what
makes it worse is Gardner's put the standard photo of Raquel
Welch alongside it, tits and all. But he misses the irony of it.
GARDNER:
(admiring)
Yeah she's the one all right ... that's Lucy Jean.
She's a-waiting for me.
CHRIS:
(nodding)
Yeah she's real pretty, you're lucky ...
Gardner puts it away. Elias appears alongside them, checking
their packs out, takes out Chris's poncho liner and other items.
He carries a modified M-16 with a short barrel and a collapsible
stock.
ELIAS:
(to both boys)
Don't need this or this ... you're doing okay. Just
stick close to Tex, do what he does.
(calling out to Tex)
Tex you got Junior and Taylor here on your position.
Tex is a sour Texas Ranger type, chews tobacco, spits.
TEX:
Damn, 'Lias this gun's boss. Put Taylor someplace
else.
Chris feels the words like lashes on him.
ELIAS:
You got Taylor ...
(to Gardner)
... Gardner you go with me
(to Chris and Gardner)
'Case somethin' happens to you, you get separated or
lost don't yell out okay. Sit tight. We'll get to
you.
His eyes. Chris watching them. A smile in them. Elias moves
off, a quality to the man that Chris admires. A natural sense of
leadership.
BARNES:
Okay, let's move out.
As he follows King, on point, out the perimeter. A single file.
Night is coming down. The tone of the jungle sounds has subtly
shifted - mellower, more sinuous and certainly scarier.
The file stops. King, an experienced point man, listens.
Chris - carrying Tex's linked ammo - looks around, tense. Behind
him is Gardner, trying to smile, starts to whisper something
('Hey Taylor ...') when he's abruptly shushed.
The file moves on. Gardner's pack rattling a little too loud. A
weird rush of cold wind now rattles the trees and the MONSOON
comes. A hard slanting rain, sudden, tropic.
EXT. RUINS - JUNGLE - NIGHT (RAIN)
A piece of an old Buddhist temple, under a sulky moonlight now in
a state of decay, the jungle surging to engulf it.
The Men are setting up quickly and relatively quietly in the
ruins - alongside a miniscule trail. The rain is coming down
harder than ever.
Chris and Tex setting out their claymore mines, raveling back
their detonating cords to their position, drenched. In the far
distance, an ILLUMINATION ROUND brightens the sky for a brief
moment. Various ad lib curses and directions are lost in the
sound of the rain.
EXT. AMBUSH - BARNES' POSITION - NIGHT (RAIN)
At the Ambush CP, Ace whipsers into his radio. A soft hissing
sound.
EXT. AMBUSH - CHRIS'S POSITION - NIGHT (RAIN)
Later. Close on Chris being shaken awake.
TEX:
Taylor, you're on.
CHRIS:
(groggy)
Uh hunh.
The rain continuing to pelt them. Tex hands him an infrared
scope.
TEX:
(suspicious)
You sure you know how to work the claymore?
CHRIS:
(offended)
Sure.
Tex curls up as best he can in his poncho to sleep.
TEX:
Okay ... don't catch no zzz's on me buddy or I'll
sling your motherfucking ass ... You hear me?
CHRIS:
(grits his teeth)
Yeah.
(looking at his watch)
Hey Tex - you're ten minutes fast.
TEX:
Sin Loi.
('tough luck', closes his teeth)
Chris lets it go, scans the jungle and trail with the scope. The
POV is greasy and blurred. He puts it aside.
Suddenly a series of resonant SNORES crack through the jungle.
Chris starts, then sees it's from JUNIOR lying out there,
spreadeagled in the rain. Chris prods him.
CHRIS:
Junior!
JUNIOR:
Unh? ... Unh.
CHRIS:
Shaddup! You're snoring ... Shhh.
Bending low into his eardrum. Junior never wakes, rolls over
with a growl. Silence.
CUT TO:
EXT. CHRIS' POSITION - NIGHT (RAIN)
Later. A pool of muddy water has formed, in which a pair of
buttocks sit. Move up to Chris still on duty, looking at his
watch, drawn, drenched, pathetic, rainwater coursing down his
face.
CHRIS (V.O.)
(continuing his letter)
... 'Course Mom and Dad didn't want me to come, they
wanted me to be just like them - respectable, hard-
working, making $200 a week, a little house, a
family. They drove me crazy with their goddamn
world, grandma, you know Mom, I don't want to be a
white boy on Wall Street, I don't want my whole life
to be predetermined by them.
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