Platoon Page #5
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- Year:
- 1986
- 120 min
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Chris watching, suddenly feels himself dizzy, instinctively runs
his hands over the back of his neck. Feels the warm blood there.
A moan comes from his lips. Junior looks at him.
JUNIOR:
Oh sh*t, Doc he's hit too.
CHRIS:
(weakly)
I'm hit ...
Barnes and Big Harold come hustling up.
Doc finishes tourniquetting Tex, cradles Chris onto the earth,
his flashlight probing the wound. Tex in background continues to
thrash and moan.
Chris waits, tensely for the verdict, his eyes big with fear on
Doc, who takes out his morphine.
JUNIOR:
(to Barnes, pointing at Chris)
That dumb f*** didn't blow his claymore!
Chris hearing this. Barnes looks at him.
DOC:
(to Chris)
... it's a scratch, nothing to worry about.
CHRIS:
(suspicious)
Doc ... tell me the truth, don't lie to me.
The needle goes in. Tex lets out this strange keening moan that
sets everyone's teeth on edge.
JUNIOR:
(to Barnes)
He let'em walk right up on us. He was sleeping on
his shift.
CHRIS:
(muttering weakly)
I was not ... it was your ...
DOC:
(leaving, to Harold and Junior)
Self-preservation's the first law of nature. Gotta
learn how to work your sh*t Taylor. Watch me, don't
let'em go into shock.
Tex's moans are maddening and scary. Barnes suddenly clamps his
hand over Tex's mouth shutting him up and from way down deep in
his throat, chokes out the words.
BARNES:
Shut up! Shut up - and TAKE IT! TAKE THE PAIN!
Tex's eyes roll wildly, uncomprehending. Doc and Big Harold
looking at Barnes, wondering. Tex is suddenly silent, shocked.
Barnes stands, an icy glare, goes. Junior scrambles over to
Tex's side. Doc runs off.
Big Harold cradles Chris, his big black hands like a mother,
reassuring him.
BIG HAROLD:
You gonna be okay Taylor, okay, don't you start
worrying now.
Chris looking up at him, eyes blinking slowly, dazed already by
the morphine. He's very scared.
CHRIS:
Do you ... do you know you're gonna die ... Big
Harold? ... do you feel like ... like ...
everything's gonna be fine and then ...
BIG HAROLD:
Bullshit man, you gettin outta the field, man. Three
hots a day, white sheets, dem pretty white nurses
give you blowj*bs too you pay em enough, I heard tell
bout dem white b*tches. Better save yo strength
Taylor.
JUNIOR:
(muttering darkly)
Don babytalk him man. Cocksucker fell asleep. They
walked right up on us, he don do sh*t.
BIG HAROLD:
Shaddup b*tch.
Chris is gettin woozier, feeling he is dying but starting to
grin, not caring about it anymore. Yet he is nowhere close to
dying.
CHRIS:
It's not ... so bad ... dying. How long .. it ...
EXT. TRAIL - RUINS - POSITION #1 - NIGHT
Barnes stands over a moaning, ripped up ENEMY SOLDIER. FIRES his
M-16 point blank into the head. The Soldier bucks and dies,
quivering.
EXT. TRAIL - RUINS - POSITION #2 - NIGHT
ELIAS, checking out a blood trail some distance away, shifts on
the shot, looks back.
EXT. TRAIL - RUINS - POSITION #3 - NIGHT
FRANCES, MANNY, BUNNY and KING are huddled over another mangled
enemy corpse.
BUNNY:
(stripping the corpse)
That's no NVA man. That's a chink - look at 'em, the
cocksucker's six and a half feet tall. Look at his
gear - good as ours.
FRANCIS:
Sh*t I blew my claymore right in one dude's face and
I seen him walking around afterwards.
MANNY:
What we fighting here, vampires?
EXT. TRAIL - RUINS - POSITION #1 - NIGHT
Elias comes up to Barnes swiftly, indicating the blood trail
leading off into the bush.
ELIAS:
Blood trail just keeps going and going but no body.
BARNES:
How the hell did he get away?
ELIAS:
F***ers returned fire soon as we lit 'em up. Hard
core f***in' NVA. They got their sh*t together.
RING:
(coming up to Barnes)
Sarge - Doc wants you. There's a problem with the
new man.
Elias and Barnes go with King. Past Chris and Tex who are
ambulatory and bandaged, being helped along. As Barnes passes,
the men look at him, everybody quickly senses something is wrong.
EXT. GARDNER'S POSITION - NIGHT
At one of the positions Doc is working feverishly to knock the
life back into Gardner who lies there, his shirt stripped off on
his cottage cheese belly. A huge sucking chest wound. He's
dying. You know it because he knows it. The eyes do the
talking, numb, terrorized yet strangely detached, accepting, not
protesting or concerned any longer.
Most of the ambush has assembled and is watching, Chris moving in
to see. Doc is mumbling to him, low key.
DOC:
Chopper's on the way Gardner, hang in there, you
gonna be okay ...
But Gardner seems unconcerned. Things are going on in his head -
who knows what. And in his eyes there are big tears rolling.
Then a morphine smile. A sort of goofy Gardner smile, maybe
thinking about Lucy Jean, who knows. He's dead.
BARNES:
(to all)
Take a good look at this lump o'sh*t ...
(motions to Gardner's body)
Rmember what it looks like, all of you. You f*** up
in a firefight and I guaran-goddamn-tee you, a trip
out of the bush - IN A BODYBAG. Out here, a**holes,
you keep your sh*t wired tight at ALL times ...
(glares directly at Chris)
and that goes for you, sh*t for brains. You don't
SLEEP ON NO F***IN' AMBUSH. Next sonofabitch I catch
coppin' z's in the bush I'm personally gonna take an
interest in seeing him suffer - I SH*T YOU NOT ...
He thumps Chris lightly but menacingly in his chestbone and moves
on.
CHRIS:
(drowsy)
I didn't fall asleep, Sergeant, Junior ...
BUNNY:
(pissed, cuts in, shoves him hard)
Shut your face chicken sh*t! You in big trouble boy!
O'NEILL
Excuses are like a**holes, Taylor - everybody got
one.
ELIAS:
Knock it off! We got two men need attention here.
Police up your extra ammo and frags, don't leave
nothing for the dinks. Hoyt, Junior, carry Gardner.
JUNIOR:
(muttering)
Let de white boy carry his ass, he this dude that got
him f***ed up. Who'd be hauling his ass if that was
Elias follows Barnes out of earshot of the others.
ELIAS:
Man'd be alive if he'd had a few more days to learn
something.
Barnes, registering it, just keeps on walking.
EXT. BASE CAMP - DAY (WEEK LATER)
Chris is driven up in a jeep to his Company PC - marked 'Bravo
PC' on a C-ration box. It's midday on a hot lazy afternoon, few
people out in the 102 degree sun.
Chris' Company is on the outskirts of the base camp, their
barracks regulation wood, canvas, and fine mesh screening, red
dust everywhere, bunkers down on the perimeter, reams of barbed
wire and concertina, a sand-bagged MESS HALL and CHAPEL, 81 mm
mortar pits, observation towers, recoiless rifles, 50-caliber
machine guns.
Chris gets out of the jeep, stiff-necked, a bandage around it,
still in some pain. The first man he intersects is KING,
carrying crates of beer.
KING:
Hey Taylor, what's in the breeze?
In King's mild tone Chris tries to read his standing in the
platoon.
CHRIS:
Okay - got light duty, three days.
KING:
Sh*t, too bad we in base camp anyway.
CHRIS:
What you got there - beers?
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