A P O C A L Y P S E N O W Transcript. Screenplay : John Milius, Francis Coppola Narration : Michael Herr * * * Typed by Panu Virtanen. Any corrections send to email@example.com . For more info about this magnificent movie: Check out the Apocalypse Now Tribute Page! (http://film.tierranet.com/films/a.now/ ************************************************************************* The opening scene : THE END BY THE DOORS This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah Hotel room in Saigon : WILLARD (v.o.) "Saigon, shit. I'm still only in Saigon. Every time I think I'm going to wake up back in the jungle. When I was home after my first tour, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing... I hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to a divorce. When I was here I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. I've been here a week now. Waiting for a mission, getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker. And every minute Charlie squats in the bush he gets stronger. Each time I look around the walls move in a little tighter. Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. " Two soldiers approach the hotel room : SOLDIER "Captain Willard ? Are you in there ?" WILLARD "Yeah." WILLARD (v.o.) "It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I'd never want another." WILLARD "Whaddya want ?" SOLDIER "Are you all right Captain ?" WILLARD "How does it look like ?" SOLDIER "Captain Willard of 505 battalion, 173rd Airborne, assigned SOG ?" WILLARD "Hey buddy, are you gonna shut the door ?" SOLDIER "We have orders to escort you to the airfield." WILLARD "What are the charges ?" SOLDIER "Sir ?" WILLARD "What I did ?" SOLDIER "There's no charges, Captain. You have orders to report to ComSec intelligence in Nha Trang." WILLARD "Nha Trang ?" SOLDIER "That's right. Come on captain, you still have a few hours to get cleaned up. Captain ? Dave, give me a hand. Come on captain, let's take a shower. We'll gonna take a shower, in we go ..." In Nha Trang : WILLARD (v.o.) "I was going to the worst place in the world, and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable and plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz's memory, any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story is really a confession, then so is mine." In the briefing room : COLONEL LUCAS "Come on in.. At ease. Want a cigarette ?" WILLARD "No, thank you sir." LUCAS "Captain, have you ever seen this gentleman before ? Met the general or myself ?" WILLARD "No, sir. Not personally." LUCAS "You have worked a lot on your own, haven't you ?" WILLARD "Yes, sir. I have." LUCAS "Your report specify intelligence, counter-intelligence, with ComSec I Corps." WILLARD "I'm not presently disposed to discuss these operations, sir." LUCAS "Did you not work for the CIA in I Corps ?" WILLARD "No, sir." LUCAS "Did you not assasinate a government tax collector in Quang Tri province, June 19th, 1968 ? Captain ?" WILLARD "Sir, I am unaware of any such activity or operation - nor would I be disposed to discuss such an operation if it did in fact exist, sir." GENERAL CORMAN "I thought we'd have a bite of lunch while we talk. I hope you brought a good appetite with you. You have a bad hand there, are you wounded ?" WILLARD "A little fishing accident on R&R, sir." CORMAN "Fishing on R&R... But you're feeling fit, ready for duty ?" WILLARD "Yes, general. Very much so sir." CORMAN "Let's see what we have here... roast beef and..., usually is not bad. Try some Jerry, pass it around. Save a little time when we'll pass both ways. Captain, I don't know how you feel about this shrimp, but if you'll eat it, you never have to prove your courage in any other way... I'll take a piece here ..." LUCAS "Captain, you heard of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz ?" WILLARD "Yes, sir, I've heard the name." LUCAS "Operations officer, 5th Special forces." CORMAN "Luke, would you play that tape for captain, please. Listen carefully." ON TAPE "October 9th, 0430 hours, sector PBK." LUCAS "This was monitored out of Cambodia. This has been verified as colonel Kurtz's voice." COLONEL KURTZ (on tape) " I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor, and surviving. " ON TAPE "11th transmission, December 30th, 0500 hours, sector KZK." KURTZ (on tape) " We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig, cow after cow, village after village, army after army. And they call me an assasin. What do you call it when the assasins accuse the assasin ? They lie.. they lie and we have to be merciful for those who lie. Those nabobs. I hate them. How I hate them..." CORMAN "Walt Kurtz was one of the most outstanding officers this country has ever produced. He was a brilliant and outstanding in every way and he was a good man too. Humanitarian man, man of wit, of humor. He joined the Special forces. After that his ideas, methods have become unsound... Unsound." LUCAS "Now he's crossed to Cambodia with his Montagnard army, who worship the man, like a god, and follow every order however ridiculous." CORMAN "Well, I have some other shocking news to tell you. Colonel Kurtz was about to be arrested for murder." WILLARD "I don't follow sir. Murdered who ?" LUCAS "Kurtz had ordered executions of some Vietnamese intelligence agents. Men he believed were double agents. So he took matters into his own hands." CORMAN "Well, you see Willard... In this war, things get confused out there, power, ideals, the old morality, and practical military necessity. Out there with these natives it must be a temptation to be god. Because there's a conflict in every human heart between the rational and the irrational, between good and evil. The good does not always triumph. Sometimes the dark side overcomes what Lincoln called the better angels of our nature. Every man has got a breaking point. You and I have. Walter Kurtz has reached his. And very obviously, he has gone insane." WILLARD "Yes sir, very much so sir. Obviously insane." LUCAS "Your mission is to proceed up to Nung river in a Navy patrol boat. Pick up colonel Kurtz' path at Nu Mung Ba, follow it, learn what you can along the way. When you find colonel infiltrate his team by whatever means available and terminate the colonel's command." WILLARD "Terminate ? The colonel ?" CORMAN "He's out there operating without any decent restraint. Totally beyond the pale of any acceptable human conduct. And he is still in the field commanding his troops." CIVILIAN "Terminate with extreme prejudice." LUCAS "You understand captain... , that this operation does not exist, nor will it ever exist." In helicopter : WILLARD (v.o.) "How many people had I already killed? There was those six that I know about for sure. Close enough to blow their last breath in my face. But this time it was an American and an officer. That wasn't supposed to make any difference to me, but it did. Shit...charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in the Indy 500. I took the mission. What the hell else was I gonna do? But I didn't know what I'd do when I found him." In boat : WILLARD (v.o.) "I was being ferried down the coast in a Navy PBR, a type of plastic patrol boat, pretty common sight on the rivers. They said it was a good way to pick up information without drawing lot of attention. That was OK, I needed the air and the time. Only problem was I wouldn't be alone." CLEAN "Morning captain." WILLARD (v.o.) "The crew was mostly just kids, rock and rollers with one foot in their graves" WILLARD "How old are you ?" CLEAN "Seventeen." WILLARD (v.o.) "The machinist, the one they called Chef, was from New Orleans. He was rapped too tight for Vietnam, probably rapped too tight for New Orleans. Lance on the forward 50's was a famous surfer from the beaches south of LA. You look at him and you wouldn't believe he ever fired a weapon in his whole life. Clean, Mr. Clean, was from some South Bronx shithole. Light and space of Vietnam really put the zap on his head. Then there was Phillips, the Chief. It might have been my mission, but it sure as shit was Chief's boat." CHIEF "There are about two points where we can draw enough water to get into the Nung river. They're both hot, belong to Charlie." WILLARD "Don't worry about it." Willard offers Chief a cigarette : CHIEF "Don't smoke. You know, I've pulled a few special ops in here. About six months ago, I took a man who was going up past the bridge at Do Lung. ... He was regular Army too. Heard he shot himself in the head." RADIO DJ "Good morning Vietnam. This is Zack Johnson on AFVN. It's about 82 degrees in downtown Saigon and right now very humid. And we have a important message for all GI's living off-base from the mayor of Saigon. He'd like you to hang your laundry indoors, instead of on the windows. The mayor wants you to keep Saigon beautiful... And now here's another blast from the past coming out to Big Cind, all alone in the mantle room out there with the First Battalion Thirty-fifth Infantry, and dedicated by the fire team at An Khe to their groupie CO Fred the Head: The Rolling Stones' Satisfaction." We see Lance waterskiing behind the boat : CHEF "Hang on Lance !" LANCE "Sayonara !" Willard starts reading Kurtz' dossier : MLPJC - 177TS007 TO: WILLARD, BENJAMIN L., Cpt. USA 0-1305301 U.S. Armed Forces Intelligence Hq. Nha Trang SUBJECT: Special Warfare Information, KURTZ, WALTER E., Col., Special Forces 1946 Graduates West Point; second in Class; third-generation appointee. Completes Basic Training, Advanced Infantry Training, Fort Gordon, Georgia. 47-48 Assigned, West Berlin, U.S. Sector Command, G-1 (Plans) Promoted 1st Lt. 49-50 Masters Degree, Harvard University, History (Thesis: The Phillipines Insurrection: American Foreign Policy in Southeast Asia, 1898-1905.) 50-51 Assigned General Staff, U.S. Command, Seoul, Korea. Tours combat zones, Division-Evaluation Team. Requests transfer to Intelligence, returned U.S. for special training, Ft. Holabird and Washington. (Marries, Janet Anderson, 14 June 1951.) Returns to active duty, C-2, Seoul; Debriefs and evaluates information from American agents returning from Northern missions. Promoted Captain. WILLARD (v.o.) "At first, I thought they handed me the wrong dossier. I couldn't believe they wanted this man dead. Third generation West Point, top of his class. Korea, Airborne. About a thousand decorations. Etc, etc... I'd heard his voice on the tape and it really put a hook in me. But I couldn't connect up that voice with this man. Like they said he had an impressive career. Maybe too impressive... I mean perfect. He was being groomed for one of the top slots of the corporation. General, Chief of Staff, anything... In 1964 he returned from a tour of advisory command in Vietnam and things started to slip. The report to the Joint Chiefs of Staff and Lyndon Johnson was restricted. Seems they didn't dig what he had to tell them. During the next few months he made three requests for transfer to airborne training in Fort Benning, Georgia. And he was finally accepted. Airborne ? He was 38 years old. Why the fuck would he do that ? 1966 he joined the Special forces, returns to Vietnam ..." There are sounds of explosions in the distance : CHEF "Hey, what'´s that ?" WILLARD "Arch light. B-52 strike." CHEF "Every time I hear that something terrible happens." CLEAN "Charlie won't even see or hear them, man. Concussion, sucks the air from their lungs..." CHEF "Something terrible is going to happen." CLEAN "Smoke ! Secondaries burning." CHIEF "Hueys over there ! A lots of Hueys." WILLARD "Let's have a look Chief." In village : WILLARD (v.o.) "It was the AirCav, First of the Ninth, our escorts to the mouth of the Nung river. But they were supposed to be waiting for us another 30 kilometers ahead. Well, Air Mobile, those boys just couldn't stay put. First of the Ninth was an old cavalry division that had cashed in its horses for choppers, and gone tear-assing around 'Nam, looking for the shit. They've given Charlie a few surprises in their time here. What they were mopping up now hadn't even happened an hour ago." A TV crew is filming the attack : DIRECTOR "Don't look at the cameras, don't look at the cameras... Go on through... Don't look at the cameras.. Go by just like you're fighting..." WILLARD "Where can I find the CO ?" SOLDIER "He's over there ." WILLARD "Captain Willard. I carry priority papers from ComSec Intelligence. I understand that Nha Trang has briefed you of requirements of my mission." LIEUTENANT COLONEL KILGORE "What mission ? I haven't heard from Nha Trang." WILLARD "Sir, your unit is supposed to escort us into Nung." KILGORE "Well, we'll see what we can do about that. But stay out of my way." Kilgore walks to a group of dead VC : KILGORE "What we have here... Two of spades, three of spades, four of diamonds, six of clubs, ace of spades. Isn't one worth a Jack in the whole bunch..." LANCE "Hey Captain, what's that ?" WILLARD "Death cards." LANCE "What ?" WILLARD "Death cards. Let Charlie know who did this." A depressed looking soldier sits in the ground : KILGORE "Cheer up son." Vietnamese cicilians are being evacuated : MEGAPHONE "We are hear to extend a welcome hand for those of you who wish to return to arms of South-Vietnamese government... This area is controlled by Vietcong and North-Vietnamese..." Kilgore walks to a wounded VC : KILGORE "Hey what's this ? What is this ?" SOLDIER "This man is hurt pretty bad, sir. About the only thing that is holding his guts in, sir, is that pot lid." KILGORE "What you gotta say ?" SOUTH-VIETNAMESE SOLDIER "This man is dirty VC. He wants water ? He can drink paddy water." KILGORE "Get out of here ! Gimme that canteen. Get outta here or I kick your fucking ass ! Any man brave enough to hold his guts in can drink from my canteen any day." SOLDIER "Hey colonel, I think one of those sailors is Lance Johnson, the surfer." KILGORE "Are you sure ?" Kilgore walks to Lance, completely forgetting the wounded VC : KILGORE "What's your name sailor ?" LANCE "Gunner's mate 3rd class L. Johnson, sir." CLEAN "Gunner's mate 3rd class ..." KILGORE "Lance Johnson the surfer ?" LANCE "Yes, sir." KILGORE "It's an honor to meet you Lance. I've admired your noseriding for years. I like your cutback too. I think you have the best cutback there is." LANCE "Thank you, sir." KILGORE "You can out that sir crap, I'm Bill Kilgore. These guys with you ? Kilgore introduces Lance to some of his men : KILGORE Mike from San Diego, Johnny from Malibu. Pretty solid surfers, none of us aren't anywhere near your class though. We do a lot of surfing here. I like to finish operations early. We fly to Vung Dao for evening. Have you been riding since you came here ?" LANCE "No way." In the battlefield, a priest is holding a Holy Communion : PRIEST "Let us pray..." Evening, a BBQ party : WILLARD (v.o.) "Kilgore had a pretty good day for himself. They choppered in t-bones and beer and turned the LZ into a beach party. The more they tried to make it just like home, the more they made everybody miss it." KILGORE "I want my meat rare, rare but not cold." WILLARD (v.o.) "He wasn't a bad officer, I guess. He loved his boys and they felt safe with him. He was one of those guys that had that weird light around him. You just knew he wasn't gonna get so much as a scratch here." KILGORE "What happened to your mission, captain ? Did Nha Trang forget all about you ?" WILLARD "Sir, two places we can get into the river. Here and here. It's pretty wide delta but these are the only two spots I'm really sure of." KILGORE "That village your pointing at is kinda hairy, Willard." WILLARD "What do you mean hairy, sir ?" KILGORE "It's hairy. Got some pretty heavy ordnance there. I lost a few recon ships there now and again. Is that goddamn village Vin Drin Dop or Lop ? Damn gook names all sound the same. Mike, do you know anything about that point at Vin Drin Dop ?" MIKE "That's a fantastic peak. " KILGORE "Peak ?" MIKE "About six feet. It got both the long right with left slide. It's unbelieveable, it's just Tube City..." KILGORE " Well why the hell didn't you tell me that before ? 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 McDonnel - they shot the hell out of us. That's Charlie's point." WILLARD "Sir, we can go there tomorrow at dawn. There's always a good off-shore breeze in the morning." CHIEF "We may not be able to get the boat in. The river may be too shallow." KILGORE " We'll pick your boat up and put it down like a baby, right where you want it. This is First of the Ninth, Air Cav,son- airmobile. I can take that point and hold it as long as I like -- and you can get anywhere you want up that river that suits you, young captain. Hell, a six foot peak. You take a gunship back to division -- Mike, take Lance with you -- let him pick out a board, and bring me my Yater Spoon -- the eight six." MIKE "I don't know, sir -- it's -- it's --" KILGORE " What is it soldier? MIKE "It's pretty hairy in there - it's Charlie's point..." KILGORE "Charlie don't surf !" In the landing zone : CHEF "Hey jesus, Clean. You ain't gonna believe this. Look." CLEAN "Hey man, they're lifting up the boat." KILGORE "How you feeling Jimmy ?" JIMMY "Like a mean motherfucker, sir." KILGORE "All right son, let it ring." In the helicopter : KILGORE "I've never been used to the lighter board. I can't get used to it. Do you prefer heavier or light board ?" LANCE "Heavier." KILGORE "Really ? I thought all the young guys like lighter boards." LANCE "You can't get the nose..." PILOT "We've got it spotted." KILGORE "Put on heading 270, assume attack formation." PILOT "That's a roger. Ok, we're going in." KILGORE "We'll come in low, out of the rising sun, and about a mile out, we'll put on the music... Yeah, I use Wagner -- scares the hell out of the slopes! My boys love it !" LANCE "Hey, they're gonna play music." CHEF "Why do all you guys sit on your helmets?" SOLDIER "So we don't get our balls blown off." The choppers arrive at their target : KILGORE "Put on psch-war operations, make it loud. Shall we dance ?" Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries starts blasting away from the speakers attached to the helicopters. The choppers start firing : CLEAN "Run Charlie !" PILOT "We've spotted a large weapon down below. We're going to check it out." They destroy a machine gun : KILGORE "Outstanding, red team, outstanding. Get you a case of beer for that." PILOT "We're over the village right now, I think I see a vehicle down, I´m gonna check it out." KILGORE "Well done, hawks, well done. Fire on those tree lines, ripple the shit out of them." PILOT "Got a vehicle down the bridge, a 50 caliber onboard..." KILGORE "There they are, I'm coming on myself..." Destroys a car on the bridge : SOLDIER "Nice shot Bill." A flare gets in Kilgore's chopper : KILGORE "It's just a flare, get it out, it's just a flare. Everybody all right ? Lance, are you all right ?" LANCE "Fine." In the village : SOLDIER "I'm not going ! I'm not going !" PILOT "We got secondaries down there ..." A wounded soldier lies on the ground : SOLDIER "Get the stretches over here... Gimme some morphine. Where's that chopper ?" KILGORE "I want my wounded out there into a hospital in 15 minutes. I want my men out !" A vietnamese girl throws a grenade to a helicopter on the ground : KILGORE "Fucking savages !" PILOT "Holy christ, savages... I'm gonna get that dink bitch. Put the ski right on her ass...." PILOT "Those trees... We need fire on trees. Drawing fire, drawing fire - taking hits... Mayday, mayday... I'm going in - tailrotor is hit. I got control..." KILGORE "What do you think ?" LANCE "Well, it's really exciting." KILGORE "No, no. The waves... Look, breaks both ways, watch, watch. Six feet..." On the beach : SOLDIER "Incoming !" SOLDIER "This place is still pretty hot. Maybe we should surf someplace else." KILGORE "What do you know about surfing ? You're from goddamn New Jersey." "Come here. Come here ! Change !" SOLDIER "Mean right now, sir ?" KILGORE "I wanna see how ridable that stuff is. Go change !" SOLDIER "It's still pretty hairy out there sir." KILGORE "You wanna surf soldier ?" SOLDIER "Yes, sir." KILGORE "That's good, son. 'Cause you either surf or fight. That clear ? Now get going. I cover for you. And bring a board for Lance. Lance, I bet you can't wait to get out there. See, you can break both ways. One guy can break right, one left simultaneous. What do you think of that ?" LANCE "I think we oughta wait the tide to come up." KILGORE "Lance, come here. Look, look... The tide doesn't come in for six hours. You wanna wait here for six hours ?" We see two surfers : KILGORE "OK fellows, quit hiding. Ok, let's go dickheads." WILLARD "Don't you think it's a little risky for R&R ?" KILGORE "If I say it's safe to surf this beach, captain - it's safe to surf this beach. I'm not afraid to surf this place, I'm not afraid to surf this fucking place." Kilgore picks up the radio : KILGORE "Goddamn, I want that treeline bombed !" FAC PILOT "Roger. Standby." KILGORE "Bomb them to stoneage, son." FAC PILOT "They need some napalm on that treeline down there. Can you put it down there ?" F-5 PILOT "Roger. We'll suppress some mortar fire off the treeline down there." FAC PILOT "Roger. Give all you got and bring all your ships back." KILGORE "Don't worry, we'll have this place cleaned up and ready for us in a chippy, don't you worry." FAC PILOT "Jets will bomb in 30 seconds. Get your people back and heads down. This is gonna be a big one." After the napalm attack : KILGORE "You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like - victory. Someday this war is gonna end." In patrol boat : WILLARD (v.o.) "Someday this war's gonna end. That would be just fine with the boys on the boat. They weren't looking for anything more than a way home. Trouble is, I've been back there, and I knew that it just didn't exist anymore. If that's how Kilgore fought the war, I began to wonder what they really had against Kurtz. It wasn't just insanity and murder. There was enough of that to go around for everyone." CHEF "I'm not here. I'm walking through the jungle gathering mangoes. I meet Raquel Welch. I make a nice mango cream pudding. Kinda spread it around us. Hey captain, I wanna get some mangoes." WILLARD "Just don't go out there by yourself. You don't wanna go in there alone, unless you really know the territory." LANCE "Any poisonous snakes around here ?" CHEF "I'm gonna get some mangoes." Willard and Chef leave the boat : WILLARD " Chef ?" CHEF "Yes, sir --" WILLARD "How come they call you that?" CHEF "Call me what, sir?" WILLARD "Chef -- is that 'cause you like mangoes an' stuff?" CHEF "No, sir -- I'm a real chef, sir -- I'm a sauciere --" WILLARD "A sauciere --" CHEF "Yes, sir -- See, I come from New Orleans -- I was raised to be a sauciere.. a great sauciere. We specialize in sauces. Has to be a mango tree here somewhere... I was supposed to go to Paris. Then my physical came up. Hell I joined the Navy. Someone told me Navy had better food. Cook school -- that did it." WILLARD "Oh yeah, how? CHEF "They lined us all up in front of a hundred yards of prime rib -- magnificent meat, beautifully marbled.. Then they started throwing it in these big cauldrons, all of it -- boiling. I looked in, an' it was turning gray. I couldn't fucking believe that one. I went into radio school..." Willard hears something : CHEF "What is it ? Enemy ?" Suddenly a tiger appears from the jungle. Willard and Chef start running back to boat, Chef screaming : CHEF "It's a tiger, a fucking tiger ! CHIEF "Let's go !" CHEF "Never get outta boat..." CHIEF "What happened, how many is it ?" CHEF "A fucking tiger, fucking tiger... I don't wanna take this goddamn shit man... I didn't come here for this, I don't fucking need this. All I wanted to do is fucking cook, I just wanted to learn to fucking cook. Allright, It's allright, it's gonna be all right... never get outta boat... Hi tiger, hi tiger..." WILLARD (v.o.) "Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you were going all the way. Kurtz got off the boat. He split from the whole fucking program. How did that happen? What did he see here that first tour? 38 fucking years old. If he joined the Green Berets, there was no way you'd ever get above Colonel. Kurtz knew what he was giving up. The more I read and began to understand, the more I admired him. His family and friends couldn't understand it, and they couldn't talk him out of it. He had to apply three times and he had to put up with a ton of shit, but when he threatened to resign, they gave it to him. The next youngest guy in his class was half his age. They must have thought he was some far-out old man humping it over that course. I did it when I was 19 and it damn near wasted me. A tough motherfucker. He finished. He could have gone for General, but he went for himself instead." CHEF (writes a letter) "Dear Eva. This day was really a new one. I almost got eaten alive by a fucking tiger. Really unfuckingbelieveable, you know. We are taking this guy, captain Willard, up the river. he hasn't told us yet where we're taking him ..." WILLARD (v.o.) "October 1967 on special assignment, Con Tum province. Kurtz staged operation Arch Angel with combined local forces. Raided a major success. He received no official clearence. He just thought it up and did it. What balls. They were gonna nail his ass to the floorboards for that but after the press got hold of it they promoted him to full colonel instead. Oh man, the bullshit piled up so fast in Vietnam, you needed wings to stay above it." The boat approaches a military base near the river : CLEAN "This sure is a bizarre sight in middle of this shit. Are they expecting us this time ?" WILLARD "Damn if I know." The crew leaves the boat : CLEAN "Hau Phat. You ever been up here Chef ? Yo man, check out these bikes, man. Suzuki, that's a good one. This must be the guy... Three drums of diesel fuel, PBR..." SERGEANT "Come on move, we don't have time, one hour that's all.. Whaddya want ?" CHEF "Can I get Panama Red with it ?" SERGEANT "Yeah, I'll get you Panama Red. Destination ?" CLEAN "I don't have a destination." WILLARD "Sergeant, these guys are with me. Destination is classified. I carry priority papers from ComSec Intelligence..." SERGEANT "OK, right sir. Listen it's really a big night - eight bucks for that clock -" Willard grabs him : WILLARD "Just give us some fuel !" SERGEANT "You got it. Hey captain, I'm really sorry for tonight. It's really bad over here. Just take this over there to the desk and you got it. Hey listen, would you guys like some seats, press-box seats, for the show ? You want those ? Playboy bunnies. Hey captain, on the house, no hard feelings ?" A helicopter with playboy markings lands : MANAGER "How you doing out there ? Hello to all you who work so goddamn hard for opearation Brute Force. Hello all you paratroopers out there, and the marines, and the sailors. I wanna let you know we're proud of you, we know how tough and hard it'´s been. And to prove it we're gonna give you entertainment we know you´re gonna like. Miss August, miss Sandra Beatty; Miss May, miss Terry Teray; and the playmate of the year, miss Carrie Foster." The bunnies start dancing : CHEF "I'm here babe, I'm here..." LANCE "You fucking bitch !" CLEAN "Take it off." The show ends in chaos and the bunnies make a speedy exit : WILLARD (v.o.) "Charley didn't get much USO. He was dug in too deep or moving too fast. His idea of great R&R was cold rice and a little rat meat. He had only two ways home: death, or victory." In boat : WILLARD (v.o.) "No wonder Kurtz put a weed up command's ass. The war was being run by a bunch of four-star clowns who were going to end up giving the whole circus away." CHEF "Can you believe that ? Have to come over here to find her ?" Another patrol boat approaches : CLEAN "Chicken time !" CHIEF "Is that you Lazarro ? " A soldier in another boat throws a flare: CHIEF "Fire in the canopy !" WILLARD (v.o.) "Late summer-autumn 1968 : Kurtz's patrols in the highlands coming under frequent ambush. The camp started falling apart...November: Kurtz orders the assassination of three Vietnamese men and one woman. Two of the men were Colonels in the South Vietnamese army. Enemy activity in his old sector dropped off to nothing. Guess he must have hit the right four people. The army tried one last time to bring him back into the fold. And if he pulled over, it all would have been forgotten. But he kept going, and he kept winning it his way, and they called me in. They lost him. He was gone. Nothing but rumors and rambling intelligence, mostly from captured VC. The VC knew his name by now, and they were scared of him. He and his men were playing hit and run all the way into Cambodia." WILLARD "How long has that kid been in this boat ?" CHIEF "Seven months." WILLARD "He's really specialized in busting my balls." CHIEF "Very possible he thinks the same of you." WILLARD "Oh yeah ? What do you think Chief ?" CHIEF "I don't think. My orders are I'm not supposed to know where I'm taking this boat, so I don't. But one look at you and I know it's gonna be hot, wherever it is." WILLARD "We're going up river about 75 klicks above the Do Lung bridge." CHIEF "That's Cambodia, captain." WILLARD "That's classified. We're not supposed to be in Cambodia but that's where I'm going. You just get me close to my destination and I'll cut you and the crew loose." CHIEF "All right, captain." Willard reads a letter Kurtz has sent to his son : "Dear son, I'm afraid that both you and your mother would have been worried for not hearing from me these past weeks. But my situation here has become a difficult one. I've been officially accused of murder by the army. The alleged victims were four Vietnamese double agents. We spent months uncovering and accumalating evidence. When absolute proof was completed, we acted, we acted like soldiers. The charges are unjustified. They are in fact, under the circumstances of this conflict quite completely insane. In a war there are many moments for compassion and tender action. There are many moments for ruthless action, for what is often called ruthless. But many and many circumstances, the only clarity; seeing clearly what there is to be done and doing it directly, quickly, awake... , looking at it. I would trust you to tell your mother what you choose about this letter. As for the charges, I'm unconcerned. I'm beyond their lying morality. And so I'´m beyond caring. You have all my faith. Your loving father." Chef and Clean are fighting : CHIEF "Chef, knock it off. Give it a break. What do you think I said ? And give your jaws a rest. This ain't the Army, you are sailor. Get off that grizzly army looking shit and stop smoking dope, you hear me. Lance, what's with all the green paint ?" LANCE "Camouflage." CHIEF "How's that ? LANCE "So they can't see me, they're everywhere Chief." CHIEF "Aha... I want you to stay awake there, man. You got a job to do. Sampan up the port bow, let's take a look. Clean on the 60, Chef the 16. Clean ! Get on that 60 !" WILLARD "What's up, Chief." CHIEF "A jugboat, captain. We'll gonna take a routine check." WILLARD "Let's forget it now... Let it go." CHIEF "These boats are running supplies on the delta, captain. I'm gonna take a look." WILLARD "Chief, my mission got priority here. Hell, you wouldn't be on this part of the river if it wasn't for me." CHIEF "Until we reach your destination you're just along for the ride." CHEF "Throw the rope asshole." CHIEF "Let's bring it over ... Look at that bow, bring the people over here." CHEF "Come on, hurry up motherfucker, move it ! Go gook." CHIEF "Keep your eyes open Clean." CLEAN "I got you Chief." CHEF "OK, they're OK." CHIEF "Board it and search it." CHEF "Baskets and ducks... fucking bananas... ain't nothin on it." CHIEF "What's wrong with you ? Board it and search it." CHEF "There's the goat... some fish..." CHIEF "Chef, get on that boat !" CHEF "There's nothing on it." CHIEF "Get on it !" CHEF "All right ! Move it asshole.. mangoes..." CHIEF "Check on the rice bags." CHEF "Fish, coconuts... rice... here's rice." CHIEF "What's in that vegetable basket ? Chef, check that vegetable basket." CHEF "All right... ain't nothing in here." CHIEF "What's in the boxes ? Look in that tin can, that rusty can..." CHEF "Just fucking rice, that's all." CHIEF "Check the yellow can, she was sitting on it." Suddenly the Vietnamese girl makes a move towards the basket. The boat crew starts firing wildly : CHEF "Let's kill 'em all !" CHIEF "Hold it ! Hold it !" CHEF "Let's kill them all... why not ?" CHIEF "Clean ?" CLEAN "I'm good." CHIEF "You OK Lance ?" CHEF "Look what she was hiding. See what she was running for. A fucking puppy." LANCE "Give me that dog !" CHEF "Fucking mango too, you want that ?" CHIEF "Chef, she's moving behind you. She's alive. Check her out, she's moving behind you. Check her out." CHEF "Goddamn... Clean give me a hand." CHIEF "Take it easy. Slow down and take it easy. Is she breathing Chef ?" CHEF "She's hurt, she's bleeding." CHIEF "Bring her onboard." WILLARD "What are you talking about ?" CHIEF "We're taking here to some frendlies, captain. She's wounded, she's not dead." WILLARD "Get off there Chef." Willard shoots the wounded girl : CHEF "Fuck it." WILLARD "I told you not to stop. Now let's go." WILLARD (v.o.) " It was the way we had over here of living with ourselves. We'd cut them in half with a machine gun and give them a bandaid. It was a lie, and the more I saw of them, the more I hated lies. Those boys were never going to look at me the same way again. But I felt I knew one or two things about Kurtz that weren't in the dossier." The boat arrives to Do Lung bridge : WILLARD (v.o.) "Do Lung bridge was last army outpost on the Nung river. Beyond that there was only Kurtz." CHEF "Lance, hey Lance. What do you think ?" LANCE "It's beautiful." CHEF "What's the matter with you ? You're acting kinda weird." LANCE "Hey you know that last tab of acid I was saving. I dropped it." CHEF "You dropped acid ?" LANCE "Far out." LIEUTENANT CARLSON "Is there a captain Willard onboard ? WILLARD "Yeah, who's that ?" CARLSON "Lieutenant Carlson, sir. Get that light off me... I was sent here from Nha Trang with these three days ago, sir. Expected you here a little sooner. This is mail for the boat... You don't know how happy this makes me, sir." WILLARD "Why ?" CARLSON "Now I can get out of here, if I can find a way... You're in the asshole of the world, captain !" CHIEF "Captain, where you going ?" WILLARD "I gotta find somebody - I need some information. Pick me up the other side of the bridge." CHIEF "Somebody go with him." LANCE "I go. I wanna go." Willard and Lance enter the trenches : WILLARD "Where can I find your CO ?" SOLDIER "You came right to it, you son of a bitch !" WILLARD "Lance, get down here ! You still got a commanding officer here ?" SOLDIER "Straight up the road there's a concrete fuckin bunker called Beverly Hills. Where the fuck else you think it would be ?" SOLDIER "Goddamn, you stepped on my face !" LANCE "I thought you were dead." SOLDIER (firing wildly his machine gun) "I told you to stop fucking with me ! You think you're bad..." WILLARD "What are you shooting at soldier ?" SOLDIER "Gooks. What the fuck you think I'm shooting at... I'm sorry, sir... There are gooks by the wire. But I think I killed them all." SOLDIER "You ain't shot shit, man. Listen !" SOLDIER "Oh shit, he's trying to call his friends. Send in a flare. You think you're bad..." SOLDIER "There's one still beneath them." WILLARD "Who's the commanding officer here ?" SOLDIER "Ain't you ? You think you're bad... Go get the Roach, man ! Get Roach !" SOLDIER "He's down by the wire. You need a flare ?" ROACH "No. He's close, man. He's real close... Motherfucker." WILLARD "Hey, soldier. Do you know who's in command here?" ROACH "Yeah...." In the patrol boat : CLEAN "Shit ! Hey Chief, man. Two guys just got blown out from that bridge." CHIEF "You hang on man. You're gonna be OK." CLEAN "What's that ?" CHEF "Mail, man." CHIEF "Later with that mail. Watch them trees." WILLARD "There's no diesel fuel but I pick up some ammo. Let's move out." CHIEF "Did you find a CO, captain ?" WILLARD "There's no fucking CO here. Let's just get going." CHIEF "Which way, captain ?" WILLARD "You know which way, Chief." CHIEF "You're on your own, captain. You wanna go on ? Like this bridge : We build it every night. Charlie blows it right back up again. Just so the generals can say the road's open. Think about it. Who cares ?" WILLARD "Just get us up the river !" CHIEF "Chef, on the bow. Clean, stand by." The journey continues. Chef hands out the mail : CHEF "Shit, you got another one Clean." CLEAN "No shit, is that it ?" CHEF "That's it for you. Lance, Mr L.B. Johnson, there you go.." LANCE "Far out, man. I've been waiting for this. CHEF "I got another one, got a box from Eva." LANCE (reading) "Lance, I'm fine. I was on a trip to Disneyland. There can never be a place like Disneyland, or could there ? Let me know - Jim, it's here... really is here." WILLARD (reading, v.o.) "There has been a new development regarding your mission which we must now communicate to you. Months ago a man was ordered on a mission which was identical to yours. We have reason to believe that he is now operating with Kurtz. Saigon was carrying him MIA for his family's sake. They assumed he was dead. Then they intercepted a letter he tried to send his wife : SELL THE HOUSE SELL THE CAR SELL THE KIDS FIND SOMEONE ELSE FORGET IT I'M NEVER COMING BACK FORGET IT Captain Richard Colby - he was with Kurtz." LANCE "Disneyland. Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland." Chef reads a newspaper : CHEF "Charles Miller Manson ordered the slaughter of all in a home as a symbol of protest." LANCE "Purple haze ! look." CLEAN "I got a tape from my mom." CHEF "Eva can't picture me in Vietnam. She pictures me at home having a beer and watching TV... Eva is not sure if she can have a relationship with me, you know. Here I am 13000 fucking miles away trying to keep our relationship over my ass." Suddenly the boat comes under an attack. Clean gets shot : CHIEF "Chef, check out Clean ! Captain, he´s hit, he´s hit ! Clean's hit !" LANCE "Where did the dog go ? We gotta go back to get the dog !" We hear the end of the tape Clean was listening : TAPE "... do the right thing. Stay out of the way of the bullets. And bring your hiney home all in one piece. Because we love you. Love, Mama." The journey continues in thick mist : CHIEF "Can't see nothing. We're stopping." WILLARD "You're not authorized to stop this boat, Chief." CHIEF "I said I can't see a thing, captain. I'm stopping this boat. Ain't risking no more lives." WILLARD "I'm in command here, goddamn it ! You do what i say." CHIEF "You see anything Chef ?" CHEF "Why don't those fucks attack, man ? Watch it over here, Chief..." CHIEF "Lance, on the 50's." WILLARD (v.o.) "He was close. He was real close. I could not see him yet but I could feel him. As of this boat was being sucked up river and the water was flowing back to the jungle. Whatever was going to happen, it was not going to be the way they called it in Nha Trang." They come under attack by arrows : WILLARD "Chef, it's OK. Quit firing !" LANCE "Cut it out ! Quiet !" WILLARD "Chief, tell them to hold fire. It's just little sticks. They're just trying to scare us." CHIEF "You got us into this mess and you can't get us out 'cos you don't know where the hell you're going, do you ? Do you, you son of a bitch, you fuck !" Chief is hit by a spear : CHIEF "A spear." Chief dies. WILLARD "My mission is to make it up into Cambodia. There's a Green Beret Colonel up there who's gone insane. I'm supposed to kill him." CHEF "That's fucking typical, shit. Fucking Vietnam mission. We got to go up there so you can kill one of our own guys. That's fucking great, that's just fucking great ! That's fucking crazy. I thought you were going in there to blow up a bridge, or some fucking railroad tracks or something." WILLARD "Sorry..." CHEF "No, no wait. We go together. On the boat, we'll go with you. On the boat . OK ?" Again they move on, but now it's only Willard, Chef and Lance : WILLARD (v.o.) "Part of me was afraid of what I would find and what I would do when I got there. I knew the risks, or imagined I knew. But the thing I felt the most, much stronger than fear, was the desire to confront him." They meet a group of Montagnards in boats : WILLARD "Just keep moving... Lance, keep your hands away from the gun." Finally they arrive to Kurtz compound : PHOTOJOURNALIST "It's all right, it's all right. You're all being approved." CHEF "Ain't coming in there. Them bastards attcked us." PHOTOJOURNALIST "Sound the siren... There's mines over there, there's mines over there, and watch out those goddam monkeys bite, I'll tell ya. Eh, that's a pretty one. Move in right in towards me... I´m an American ! Yeah, American civilian. Hi yanks... American, american civilian. It's all right. And you got the cigarettes, that's what I've been dreaming of." WILLARD "Who are you ?" PHOTOJOURNALIST "Who are you ... ? I'm a photojournalist. I've covered the war since 64. I've been in Laos, Cambodia, 'Nam... I´ll tell you one thing, this boat is a mess, man." WILLARD "Who are all these people ?" PHOTOJOURNALIST "Yeah, well... They think you have come to take him away. I hope that isn't true." WILLARD "Take who away ?" PHOTOJOURNALIST "Him. Colonel Kurtz. These are all his children, as far as you can see." WILLARD "Could we, uh, talk to Colonel Kurtz?" PHOTOJOURNALIST "Hey, man, you don't talk to the Colonel. You listen to him. The man's enlarged my mind. He's a poet-warrior in the classic sense. I mean sometimes he'll, uh, well, you'll say hello to him, right? And he'll just walk right by you, and he won't even notice you. And suddenly he'll grab you, and he'll throw you in a corner, and he'll say do you know that if is the middle word in life? If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you -- I mean I'm no, I can't -- I'm a little man, I'm a little man, he's, he's a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas -- I mean --" WILLARD "Stay with the boat." PHOTOJOURNALIST "Hey, uh, don't go -- don't go without me, OK? I want to get a picture." He can be terrible, he can be mean, he can be right. He's fighting the war. He's a great man. I mean... I wish I had words. I can tell you the other day he wanted to kill me." WILLARD "Why did he want to kill you ?" PHOTOJOURNALIST "Because I took his picture. He said if I take his picture again - I'm gonna kill you. And he meant it ! So you just lay it cool, lay back, dig it... He gets friendly again, really does. But you don't judge him like an ordinary man. OK, now watch it. They are americans... americans. Can you feel the vibe of this place ? Let me take a picture. Hey, hello... hello. Would you hold it for a minute." Willard sees a group of american soldiers : WILLARD "Colby." PHOTOJOURNALIST "The heads. You're looking at the heads. I, uh -- sometimes he goes too far, you know -- he's the first one to admit it!" CHEF "He's gone crazy!" PHOTOJOURNALIST "Wrong! Wrong! If you could have heard the man, just two days ago, if you could have heard the man! You going to call him crazy?" CHEF "Fucking A!" WILLARD "I just want to talk to him." PHOTOJOURNALIST "Well man, he's gone away. He's gone away. He disappeared into the jungle with his people..." WILLARD "I'll wait for him." PHOTOJOURNALIST "... he feels comfortable with his people. He forgets him with his people. He forgets himself..." CHEF "Captain, maybe we should wait back at the boat." WILLARD "Ok Chef. We'll go back to the boat for a while." CHEF "Stay with Lance." Willard and Chef return to the boat : CHEF "This colonel guy - he's wacko, man. He's worse than crazy. He's evil. I mean... what the man has set up here is fucking paganism . Look around. Shit, he's loco." WILLARD "Then you'll help me." CHEF "Help you ? Fucking A. I'll help you. I'll do anything to get out of this joint. We could blow all the assholes away. They're all so spaced out they wouldn't even know it. I'm not afraid of those fucking skulls, and altars and shit. I used to think if I died in an evil place then my soul wouldn't make it to heaven. Well, fuck. I don't care where it goes as long it ain't here. So, what you wanna do ? I'll kill the fuck ..." WILLARD "No, no. I'm gonna need you right here, Chef. I'll go up with Lance, scrounge around, check the place out, see if I can find the colonel." CHEF "What you want me to do ?" WILLARD "Here, take the radio. If I don't get back by 2200 hours, you call in the airstrike." CHEF "Airstrike ?" WILLARD "The code is Almighty, coordinates 090264712.. It's all in here." Willard and Lance leave the boat : WILLARD (v.o.) "Everything I saw told me that Kurtz has gone insane. The place was full of bodies: North- Vietnamese, Vietcong, Cambodians.. If I was still alive, it was because he wanted me that way." Suddenly Willard is surrounded by a group of Kurtz' soldiers. They grab him and carry him to a temple - to meet Colonel Kurtz : WILLARD (v.o.) "It smelled like slow death in there, malaria, nightmares. This was the end of the river allright." COLONEL KURTZ "Where are you from Willard ?" WILLARD "I'm from Ohio, sir." KURTZ "Were you born there ?" WILLARD "Yes, sir." KURTZ "Whereabouts ?" WILLARD "Toledo, sir." KURTZ "How far were you from the river ?" WILLARD "The Ohio river, sir ? About 200 miles." KURTZ "I went down that river when I was a kid. There's a place in the river.. I can't remember... Must have been a gardenia plantation at one time. All wild and overgrown now, but about five miles you'd think that heaven just fell on the earth in the form of gardenias... Have you ever considered any real freedoms ? Freedoms - from the opinions of others... Even the opinions of yourself. They say why..., Willard, why they wanted to terminate my command ?" WILLARD "I was sent on a classified mission, sir." KURTZ "Ain't no longer classified, is it? What did they tell you ?" WILLARD " They told me that you had gone totally insane and that your methods were unsound." KURTZ " Are my methods unsound?" WILLARD " I don't see any method at all, sir." KURTZ " I expected someone like you. What did you expect?" Willard only shakes his head : KURTZ " Are you an assassin?" WILLARD " I'm a soldier." KURTZ " You're neither. You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill." Willard is then put in a cage. Later photojournalist comes to visit him and offers some water and a cigarette : PHOTOJOURNALIST "Why ? Why would a nice guy like you wanna kill a genius ? You know that the man really likes you. He likes you, he really likes you. He's got something in mind for you. Aren't you curious about that ? I'm curious, I'm very curious. You curious ?There's something happening out there, man. You know something, man, I know something that you don't know. That's right, jack. The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad . Oh yeah. He's dying, I think. He hates all this, he hates it! But ... the man's ... uh ... he reads poetry out loud, alright? ... And a voice! A voice. ... He likes you because you're still alive. He's got plans for you. Nah, nah, I'm not going to help you, you're going to help him, man. You're going to help him. I mean, what are they going to say, man, when he's gone, huh? Because he dies, when it dies, man, when it dies, he dies. What are they going to say about him? What, are they going to say, he was a kind man, he was a wise man, he had plans, he had wisdom? Bullsh-t, man! Am I going to be the one, that's going to set them straight? Look at me: wrong! ... You!" It's evening, Chef is sleeping in the boat : CHEF "Almost eight hours... I sleep and I dream I'm in this shitty boat. Fuck - is it been eight hours." Chef goes to the radio : CHEF "Hello Almighty, Almighty, this is PBR Street Gang - radio check, over." RADIO "Street Gang, this is Almighty, standing by, over." It's raining, Willard sits in his cage. Kurtz comes to visit him and coldly drops Chef's head in Willard's lap : WILLARD "No ! No, oh Christ..." In the morning Willard is carried again to meet Kurtz. Kurtz sits in the temple and reads T.S. Eliot's poem The Hollow Men : KURTZ "We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion;" PHOTOJOURNALIST "Do you know what the man is saying? Do you? This is dialectics. It's very simple dialectics. One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions -- you can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, with fractions -- what are you going to land on, one quarter, three-eighths -- what are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something -- that's dialectic physics, OK? Dialectic logic is there's only love and hate, you either love somebody or you hate them." Kurtz throws a book angrily at him : PHOTOJOURNALIST "This is the way the fucking world ends! Look at this fucking shit we're in, man! Not with a bang, with a whimper. And with a whimper, I'm fucking splitting, jack!" Photojournalist leaves : WILLARD (v.o.) "On the river, I thought that the minute I looked at him, I'd know what to do, but it didn't happen. I was in there with him for days, not under guard - I was free - but he knew I wasn't going anywhere. He knew more about what I was going to do than I did. If the generals back in the Trang could see what I saw, would they still want me to kill him? More than ever probably. And what would his people back home want if they ever learned just how far from them he'd really gone? He broke from them and then he broke from himself. I'd never seen a man so broken up and ripped apart..." KURTZ " I've seen horrors...horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that...But you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face...And you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terrorare your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces...Seems a thousand centuries ago...We went into a camp to innoculate the children. We left the camp after we had innoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every innoculated arm. There they were in a pile...A pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried... I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized...like I was shot...Like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead...And I thought: My God...the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters...These were men...trained cadres...these men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love...but they had the strength...the strength...to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral...and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordal instincts to kill without feeling...without passion... without judgement...without judgement. Because it's judgement that defeats us. " KURTZ (to Willard) "I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be. And if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw... Because there is nothing I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, Willard, you'll do this for me." Evening. Kurtz' soldiers and natives are preparing for a party. Willard is in the patrol boat : RADIO "PBR Street Gang, this is Almighty, over... This is Almighty, standing by, over. This is Almighty, how do you copy, over..." Willard leaves the boat and starts going to Kurtz' temple with a machete : WILLARD (v.o.) "They were going to make me a major for this and I wasn't even in their fucing army any more. Everybody wanted me to do it, him most of all. I felt like he was up there, waiting for me to take the pain away. He just wanted to go out like a soldier, standing up, not like some poor, wasted, rag-assed renegade. Even the jungle wanted him dead, and that's who he really took his orders from anyway. " Kurtz sits in the temple : KURTZ (dictates to tape) "They train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write fuck on their airplanes because it's obscene! " Willard kills Kurtz with a machete, simultaneous the natives sacrifice a water buffalo and kill it with their machetes . Kurtz is dying, his final words : KURTZ "The horror. The horror..." Willard find Kurtz' manuscript where he has written : "Drop the bomb. Exterminate them all." Willard leaves the temple while the natives bow down. He drops the machete and so do the natives. Willards grabs Lance along and they go to the patrol boat : RADIO "PBR Street Gang this is Almighty, over.." Willard switches off the radio. The journey back home starts... "The horror. The horror..." T H E E N D
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