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Apocalypse Now - English

Saigon.

Shit.

I'm still only in Saigon.

Every time, I think I'm gonna 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'm 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 looked around,
the walls moved 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.

Captain Willard, are you in there?

Yeah, I'm coming.

It was a real choice mission.

And when it was over,
I'd never want another.

- What do you want?
- Are you all right, Captain?

What does it look like?

- Are you Captain Willard, 505th Battalion?
- Affirmative.

- 173rd Airborne?
- Yeah.

- Assigned to SOG?
- Hey, buddy, you gonna shut the door?

We have orders to escort
you to the airfield.

- What are the charges?
- Sir?

What'd I do?

There's no charges, Captain.

You have orders to report
to COMSEC Intelligence at Nha Trang.

- I see.
- All right?

- Nha Trang for me?
- That's right.

Come on, Captain. You still have
a few hours to get cleaned up.

- I'm not feeling too good.
- Captain?

Dave, come here and give me a hand.
We got a dead one.

Come on, Captain. Let's take a shower.

- Don't be an ass.
- Get hold of him good.

We're gonna take a shower, Captain.

- In we go.
- Now stand underneath this, Captain.

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,

plugged straight into Kurtz.

Insult me again and I'll kick your ass...

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...

Captain Willard reporting, sir.

Then so is mine.

- Captain. Good. Come on in.
- Thank you, sir.

- Stand at ease.
- General.

Do you want a cigarette?

No, thank you, sir.

Captain, have you ever seen
this gentleman before?

No, sir.

- Met the General or myself?
- No, sir.

Not personally.

You've worked a lot on your own,
haven't you, Captain?

Yes, sir, I have.

Your report specifies Intelligence,

Counter intelligence with COMSEC, I Corps.

I'm not presently disposed
to discuss those operations, sir.

Did you not work for the CIA in I Corps?

No, sir.

Did you not assassinate
a government tax collector,

Quang Tri Province, June 18, 1968?

Captain?

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.

I thought we'd have
a bite of lunch while we talk.

I hope you brought
a good appetite, Captain.

I noticed that you have

a bad hand, there. Are you wounded?

I had a little fishing
accident on R&R, sir.

- Fishing on R&R?
- Yes, sir.

But you're feeling fit?
You're ready for duty?

Yes, General. Very much so, sir.

Well, let's see what we have here.

Roast beef, and usually it's not bad.

Try some, Jerry, and pass it around.

To save a little time,
we might pass both ways.

Captain, I don't know
how you feel about this shrimp,

but if you'll eat it,

you'll never have to prove your courage
in any other way.

Right, well,
why don't I just take a piece here?

Captain, you've heard
of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz?

Yes, sir, I've heard the name.

Jesus.

Operations officer, Fifth Special Forces.

Luke, would you play that tape
for the Captain, please?

- Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.
- Listen to this carefully, Captain.

October 9, 0430 hours,
sector Peter Victor King.

These were monitored out of Cambodia.

This has been verified
as Colonel Kurtz's voice.

I watched a snail

crawl along the edge

of a straight razor.

That's my dream.

It's my nightmare.

Crawling, slithering

along the edge

of a straight razor,

and surviving.

Transmission 11, received '68,
December 30, 0500 hours.

Sector King Zulu King.

But 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 assassin.

What do you call it
when the assassins accuse the assassin?

They lie.

They lie, and we have to be merciful

for those who lie.

Those nabobs,

I hate them.

I do hate them.

Walt Kurtz was one of the most
outstanding officers

this country's ever produced.

He was brilliant.
He was outstanding in every way.

And he was a good man, too.

A humanitarian man.

A man of wit and humour.

He joined the Special Forces.

And after that,

his ideas, methods,

became

unsound.

Unsound.

Now he's crossed into Cambodia
with this Montagnard army of his

that worship the man like a god.

And follow every order, however ridiculous.

Well, I have some other shocking news
to tell you.

Colonel Kurtz is about to be

arrested for murder.

I don't follow, sir. Murdered who?

Kurtz had ordered the execution
of some Vietnamese intelligence agents.

Men he believed were double agents.

So he took matters into his own hands.

Well, you see, Willard,

in this war, things get

confused out there.

Power, ideals, the old morality,

and practical military necessity.

But 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.

And 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 them.

Walt Kurtz has reached his,

and very obviously he has gone insane.

Yes, sir. Very much so, sir.
Obviously insane.

Your mission is to proceed
up the Nung River in a Navy patrol boat,

pick up Colonel Kurtz's path at Nu Mung Ba,

follow it, learn what you can
along the way.

When you find the Colonel,
infiltrate his team

by whatever means available

and terminate the Colonel's command.

Terminate the Colonel?

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 troops.

Terminate with extreme prejudice.

You understand, Captain,
that this mission does not exist,

nor will it ever exist.

How many people had I already killed?

There were those six
that I knew 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
at the Indy 500.

I took the mission.
What the hell else was I gonna do?

But I really didn't know
what I'd do when I found him.

Did you check the tank?

Yeah.

I was being ferried down the coast
in a Navy PBR.

A type of plastic patrol boat,
a pretty common sight on the rivers.

They said it was a good way
to pick up information and move

without drawing a lot of attention.

And that was okay.

I needed the air and the time.

Only problem was, I wouldn't be alone.

Morning, Captain.

The crew were mostly just kids.

Rock 'n' rollers
with one foot in their graves.

- How old are you?
- Seventeen.

The machinist, the one they called Chef,
was from New Orleans.

He was wrapped too tight for Vietnam.

Probably wrapped too tight
for New Orleans.

Lance, on the forward.50s,
was a famous surfer

from the beaches south of LA.

To look at him, you wouldn't believe
he'd ever fired a weapon in his life.

Clean, Mr. Clean,
was from some South Bronx shit hole,

and I think the 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 the Chief's boat.

There's about two points
where we can draw enough water

to get into the Nung River.

They're both hot, belong to Charlie.

Don't worry about it.

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 Luong.

He was regular Army, too.

I heard he shot himself in the head.

Good morning, Vietnam.
I'm Army Specialist Zack Johnson on AFVN.

It's about 82 degrees in downtown Saigon
right now, also very humid.

And we have an important message
for all Gls

who are living off base
from the Mayor of Saigon.

Yeah!

He'd like you to hang your laundry up
indoors instead of on the windowsills.

The Mayor wants you
to keep Saigon beautiful.

And now, here's another blast from the past

going out to big Sam
who's all alone out there

with the First Battalion, 35th Infantry,

and dedicated by the fire team
at An Khe to their groovy CO...

- The Rolling Stones, Satisfaction.
- All right!

Work out, Clean!

Get down, Bubba!

Hang on, Lance!

Get down, Bubba!

Yeah!

I see you is right on target.

Work out! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

All right!

Look out, Lance!

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 1,000
decorations, et cetera, et cetera.

I had heard his voice on the tape
and it really put the 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 in the corporation,

General, Chief of Staff, anything.

In 1964, he returned from a tour
with advisory command in Vietnam

and things started to slip.

His 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, Fort Benning,
Georgia, and was finally accepted.

Airborne?

He was 38 years old.

Why the fuck would he do that?

1966, joins Special Forces,

returns Vietnam.

- Hey, what's that?
- Arc light.

- What's that?
- B-52 strike.

Man.

- What's that?
- Arc light.

I hate that. Every time I hear that,
something terrible happens.

Charlie don't never see them
or hear them, man.

- There they are.
- Concussion will suck the air

out of your damn lungs.

- Something terrible is gonna happen.
- Smoke!

Secondary burning.

Hueys over there. Lots of Hueys.

Let's have a look, Chief.

It was the air cav, First of the Ninth.

That's them.

Our escorts to the mouth of the Nung River.

But they were supposed to be
waiting for us another 30 km ahead.

Well, Air mobile,
those boys just couldn't stay put.

Kid, come on. Get down. Come on.

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'd given Charlie a few surprises
in their time here.

What they were mopping up now
hadn't even happened yet an hour ago.

Just keep running by. Run for television.

Don't look at the camera.
Just keep... Go on! Keep going.

This is for television.
Don't look at the camera.

Don't look at the camera.

Just go by like you're fighting.
Like you're fighting.

Don't look at the camera.
It's for television. Just go through!

Go through! Just go by! Keep on going!

Keep going. Don't look at the camera.
Go on. Keep going.

Where can I find the CO?

The Colonel's over there!

We're all right with the tanks.
It's all right, Captain.

Captain Willard!

I carry priority papers from
COMSEC Intelligence, II Corps.

I understand Nha Trang has briefed you
on the requirements of my mission.

What mission?
I haven't heard from Nha Trang.

Sir, your unit is supposed
to escort us into the Nung!

- We'll see what we can do, but...
- Colonel.

Just stay out of my way
until this is done, Captain.

All right, let's see what we have.
Let's see what we have.

A two of spades, three of spades,
four of diamonds,

six of clubs, eight of spades.

There isn't one worth a jack
in the whole bunch.

Four of diamonds.

- Hey, Captain, what's that?
- Death cards!

- What?
- Death cards!

- Death?
- It lets Charlie know who did this.

- Cheer up, son.
- We will not hurt or harm you.

- Fire in the hole!
- Fire in the hole!

We are here to help you.

- We are here to extend a welcome hand...
- Come on.

- To those of you who would like...
- Everybody in?

To return to the arms
of the South Vietnamese government.

Hurry up!

Move it out!

This is an area that is controlled
by the Viet Cong and North Vietnamese.

Hey! What's this?

What is this?

This man's hurt pretty bad, sir.

About the only thing
that's holding his guts in, sir,

- is that pot lid.
- Yeah?

What does he have to say?

This soldier is dirty VC.

He wants water. He can drink paddy water.

Get out of here! Give me that canteen.

- He's VC!
- Any man that's brave enough to...

Get out of here! I'll
kick your fucking ass!

He killed a lot of our people!

Any man brave enough
to fight with his guts strapped on him

can drink from my canteen any day!

Hey, Colonel, I think one of those sailors
is Lance Johnson, the surfer.

- Where? Here? You sure?
- Down there.

Yeah? Here.

Repeat, we have a body count. We have...

- What's your name, sailor?
- Gunner's Mate Third Class I. Johnson, sir!

- Gunner's Mate Third Class...
- Wait. Lance Johnson, the surfer?

- Yes, sir.
- Well, it's an honour to meet you, Lance.

I've admired your nose riding for years.

I like your cutback, too.
I think you have the best cutback there is.

- Thank you, sir.
- You can cut out the "sir" crap, Lance.

I'm Bill Kilgore. I'm a goofy foot.

- This guy with you?
- Yeah.

I want you to meet some guys.
This is Mike from San Diego.

- Far out.
- Johnny from Malibu.

- John, hi. Far out.
- Pretty solid surfers.

None of us are anywhere
near your class, though.

No way.

We do a lot of surfing around here, Lance.
I like to finish operations early,

fly down to Vung Tau for the evening glass.

- Been riding since you got here?
- No way.

I haven't surfed since I been here.

Through Christ our Lord,
from whom all good things come.

Through him in the unity
of the Holy Spirit,

all glory and honour is yours,
Almighty Father. Amen.

Let us pray with confidence to the Father
in the words our saviour gave us.

Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Kilgore had had a pretty good day
for himself.

They choppered in the T-bones
and the 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.

Make my meat rare, rare but not cold!

Well, he wasn't a bad officer, I guess.

He loved his boys
and you 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.

What happened to your mission, Captain?
Nha Trang forget all about you?

Airborne.

Sir, two places we can
get into the river...

- Yeah... here and here.

It's a pretty wide delta,
but these are the only two spots

I'm really sure of.

Well, that village you're pointing at
is kind of hairy, Willard.

- What do you mean "hairy," sir?
- It's hairy,

got some pretty heavy ordnance.

I lost a few recon ships in there
now and again.

What's the name of that god-damn village?
Vin Drin...

- Dop.
- Dop or Lop?

Damn gook names all sound the same.

Mike, you know anything
about this point at Vin Drin Dop?

That's a fantastic peak.

- Peak?
- About six foot.

Yeah, it's an outstanding peak.
It's got both the long right and left slide

with a bowl section. It's unbelievable.

It's just tube city.

Well, why didn't you tell me that before?
A good peak.

There aren't any good peaks
in this whole shitty country.

It's all god-damn beach break.

It's really hairy in there, sir.
That's where we lost McDonald.

They shot the hell out of us there.

That's Charlie's point.

Sir, we can go in there tomorrow at dawn.

There's always a good offshore breeze
in the morning.

We may not be able to get the boat in.

The draft at the mouth of that river
may be too shallow.

We'll pick your boat up and put it down
like a baby, right where you want it.

This is the First of the Ninth
air cav, son. Air mobile.

I can take that point and hold it
just as long as I like.

And you can get any place up that river
that suits you, young Captain.

Hell, a six-foot peak.

All right, take a gunship
back to the division.

Lance, go with Mike
and let him pick out a board for you,

and bring me my Yater Spoon, the 8'6".

- I don't know, sir, it's...
- What is it, soldier?

Well, I mean, it's pretty hairy in there.
It's Charlie's point.

Charlie don't surf!

Hey, Jesus, Clean,
you ain't gonna believe this. Look.

Hey, man! They're picking up the boat!

- How are you feeling, Jimmy?
- Like a mean mother fucker, sir!

All right, son, let her rip.

Let's go!

I never have gotten used to a light board,
and I can't get used to one.

- I'm used to a heavy board.
- I know, it's a real drag.

- You prefer a heavy or a light board?
- Heavier.

- Really?
- Yeah!

I thought all the young guys
like lighter boards.

You can't ride the nose on those things.

Big Duke Six, this is Eagle Thrust Seven.
We've got it spotted.

Big Duke Six to Eagle Thrust,
put on heading 2-7-0.

Assume attack formation.

That's a roger, Big Duke.
Okay, we're going in.

Lance, we'll come in low
out of the rising sun,

and about a mile out,
we'll put on the music.

- Music?
- Yeah, I use Wagner.

Scares the hell out of the slopes.
My boys love it.

Hey, they're gonna play music!

How come all you guys sit on your helmet?

So we don't get our balls blown off.

Big Duke Six to Eagle Thrust,
put on psy war op, make it loud.

This is a Romeo Foxtrot. Shall we dance?

- Jimmy!
- Yes, sir!

Run, Charlie!

We got some...
There's more and more down there.

Look out, automatic.50-Cal!
.50-Cal in the open!

I've spotted a large weapon down below.
We're gonna go down and check it out.

All right, this is Fox Five.
We're going in.

- All right. What a shot.
- Outstanding, Red Team. Outstanding.

Get you a case of beer for that.

6-4-1-0, we're over the village right now.

I think I see a vehicle
down in the courtyard.

- I'm gonna check it out.
- Well done, hawks. Well done.

I want some 20 Mike-Mike Vulcan
right along those tree lines.

Ripple the shit out of them.

Got a vehicle on the bridge,
.50 calibre on-board.

He's moving across to resupply the weapon.

Big Duke Six, clear the area.
I'm coming down myself.

Don't these people ever give up?

Nice shot, Bill.

- Shit!
- All right, all right!

- It's just a flare!
- It's a flare! Gotta get out of here!

Un-ass that shit. Get it out of here!

Get it out. It's just a flare.
It's all right. It's just a flare.

- Everybody all right? Lance, you all right?
- I'm fine!

Get down!

I'm not going! I'm not going!
I'm not going!

We just got a secondary
down there in the plaza.

Blue Three, Blue Four,
hold out over position...

Duke Six, Duke Six,
we've got wounded down there.

My God! Oh, my God!

- Get a stretcher over here!
- You're all right.

Please! Help me!

- Please, God! Help me!
- Stay with me, son, you're gonna be okay.

- Let's give him some morphine.
- My God! My God!

- 0-3-7-7-4-2.
- Where's that duster?

I want my wounded out of there
and in the hospital in 15 minutes.

I want my men out.

Somebody stay in there tight with Big Duke.

This is 10-10. We're gonna be in,
throw them on and get out...

She's got a grenade! She's got a grenade!

Jesus! The whole god-damn thing just...

- She blew the shit out of...
- Fucking savages.

- Can I get a medevac?
- What's going on... Christ, she's a sapper.

I'm gonna get that dink bitch.
Get over there, Johnny.

Go in there.
Put that right skid right up her ass.

We gotta get some air in these trees.
It's god-damn eat up with enemy down there.

I'm taking fire. I'm
taking hits all over...

Three o'clock! Three o'clock, my position!
Drawing fire, drawing heavy fire!

I'm hit! Mayday! Mayday! I'm going in.
My tail rotor's out. I got control.

- What do you think?
- Wow, this is really exciting, man.

- No, no! The waves! The waves!
- Right.

Look at that, breaks both ways.
Watch. Watch.

Look! Good six-foot swells!

Come here, Lance.

Incoming!

This LZ is still pretty hot, sir.
Maybe you ought to surf somewhere else.

What do you know about surfing, Major?
You're from god-damn New Jersey.

Come here! Come here!

- Change!
- You mean right now, sir?

I wanna see how rideable that stuff is.
Go change.

It's still pretty hairy out there, sir.

- Do you wanna surf, soldier?
- Yes, sir.

That's good, son,
'cause you either surf or fight.

That clear? Now get going.

I'll cover for them.
And bring a board for Lance!

We can't do shit until the boat gets here.

Lance, I'll bet you can't wait
to get out there.

- What?
- See how they break both ways?

One guy can break right, one left,
simultaneous. What do you think of that?

We ought to wait for the tide to come up.

- Lance, come here. Look. Look!
- Incoming!

The tide doesn't come in for six hours!

You wanna wait here for six hours?

Yo! Hey! Chief!

Okay, fellas, quit hiding. Come on!

- Let's go, dick heads, take off!
- God damn it!

Don't you think it's a
little risky for R&R?

If I say it's safe to surf this beach,
Captain, it's safe to surf this beach!

I mean, I'm not afraid to surf this place!
I'll surf this fucking place.

Give me that RT, soldier.

Dove Four, this is Big Duke Six.

God damn it! I want that tree line bombed!

Big Duke Six, roger.
Dove One-Three, stand by.

Blow them into the Stone Age, son!

Hawk One-Two, Dove One-Three, roger.

They need some napalm
down there in the tree line.

Can you guys push ground
and put it down there?

Right, One-Three.
We're fixing to fuck with them.

- What's the target?
- We're trying to suppress some mortar fire

off the tree line down there.

- Roger. Here we come.
- Good, give it all you got.

Bring in all your ships.

Don't worry. We're gonna have this place

cleaned up and ready for
us in a jiffy, son.

Don't you worry.

Big Duke Six, this is Dove One-Three.

The jets are inbound now.
You got about 30 seconds to on-station.

Get your people back and heads down.
This is gonna be a big one.

You smell that?

- Do you smell that?
- What?

Napalm, son.

Nothing else in the world smells like that.

Come on. Move it! Move it! Move it!

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

You know, one time
we had a hill bombed for 12 hours.

And when it was all over, I walked up.

We didn't find one of them,
not one stinking dink body.

But the smell, you know,
that gasoline smell...

The whole hill,

it smelled like

victory.

Someday this war's gonna end.

- Lance.
- Chef, light up, man.

Come on. Let's get high.

- Want to smoke?
- Let's do it, man. Light up.

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.

Captain?

Trouble is, I'd been back there and I
knew that it just didn't exist anymore.

Buddha time, here.

All right, that's great,
you mother fuckers. Yeah.

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.

I mean, he never was hurting for pussy.

I'm not here.

I'm walking through the jungle
gathering mangos.

I meet Raquel Welch.

I make a nice mango cream pudding,

kind of spread it around on us.

Hey, Captain, I wanna get some mangoes.

Just don't go out there by yourself.

You don't want to go in there alone.

- Not unless you really know the territory.
- Any poisonous snakes around here?

Fuck it. I'm gonna go eat some mango.

Chef?

- Yes, sir?
- How come they call you that?

- Call me what, sir?
- Chef.

- Because you like mangos and stuff?
- No, sir, I'm a real chef.

- I'm a saucier.
- Saucier?

Yes, sir. See, I come from New Orleans.
I was raised to be a saucier,

a great saucier.

- What's a saucier?
- You specialize in sauces.

Gotta be a mango tree here somewhere.

Then I was supposed to go to Paris,
study at the Escoffier School.

But then I got orders for my physical.

Hell, I joined the Navy.
Heard they had better food.

A cook school, that did it.

- Yeah, how's that?
- You don't want to hear about that.

They lined us up in front of 100 yards
of prime rib.

All of us lined up, looking at it.

Magnificent meat, really.

Beautifully marbled.

Next thing, they're throwing the meat into
these big cauldrons. All of it, boiling it.

I looked inside, man. It was turning Gray.

I couldn't fucking believe that one.

That's when I applied for radioman school,
but then they gave me the...

What is it?

Charlie?

It's a tiger!

Tiger, man! It's a tiger!

Battle stations. Lance, up front!
On the.60, Clean!

- Got it, man.
- Holy shit.

- Chef, come on!
- Fucking tiger!

- Captain, come on!
- What's happening?

- Let's go!
- Tiger!

Chief, you were right.
Never get out of the fucking boat.

- Bring that.60 forward!
- Never get out of the boat!

Never get out of the boat! I gotta
remember. Never get out of the boat.

- What happened? How many is it?
- A fucking tiger!

- What?
- A fucking tiger!

- Tiger?
- Yes! I've had it!

I've had the whole
god-damn fucking shit, man!

You can kiss my ass on the county square,
because I'm fucking bugging out.

I didn't come here for this.

I don't fucking need it! I don't want it.

I didn't get out of the god-damn
eighth grade for this kind of shit!

All I wanted to do was fucking cook! I
just wanted to learn to fucking cook, man!

- It's all right. It's all right.
- What happened, bro?

You're all right. You're
gonna be all right.

- All right. It's gonna be all right.
- You're all right.

It's gonna be all right.
Never get out of the fucking boat.

Never get out of the fucking boat.

Hi, tiger! Bye, tiger! Goodbye!

Never get out of the boat.

Absolutely god-damn 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?

Thirty-eight fucking years old.

If you joined the Green Berets, there was
no way you'd ever get above colonel.

Kurtz knew what he was giving up.

And 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 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 mother fucker. He finished it.

He could have gone for General,
but he went for himself instead.

"Dear Eva,"

"today was really a new one.
Almost got eaten alive by a fucking tiger."

"Really un-fucking-believable, you know?"

"We're taking this guy, Captain Willard,
up the river,"

"but he hasn't told us yet
where we're taking him."

"Thought you might have heard by now
from Elwood.

- "I'll be coming home..."
- October 1967,

on special assignment,
Kon Tum Province, II Corps.

Kurtz staged Operation Archangel
with combined local forces,

rated a major success.

He received no official clearance.
He just thought it up and did it.

What balls.

They were gonna nail his ass
to the floorboards for that one.

But after the press got a hold of it,
they promoted him to full colonel instead.

Man, the bullshit piled up so fast
in Vietnam,

you needed wings to stay above it.

This sure enough is a bizarre sight
in the middle of this shit.

Expecting us this time?

Damned if I know.

Hello. Hello...

Jesus.

- Everything goes back up into the truck.
- What?

We gotta get all that stuff up.

Hau Phat. You ever been
up here before, Chef?

- Let's go!
- I bet you we can score up here.

Man, check out the bikes, Lance.

Yamaha, Suzuki. Yeah!

- That's a good one.
- Yeah, sukiyaki.

Yeah, man. This is something.

- Please!
- This must be the guy.

Right over there.

Sergeant. Sergeant?

Three drums of diesel fuel, PBR 5.

Come on, man! Move! We don't have time.
One hour. That's all.

- What do you want?
- Can I get some Panama Red with it?

Panama Red. Yeah, I'll get you Panama Red.

- Sergeant?
- Destination?

- I don't have no destination.
- I can't do a god-damn thing

without a destination.
You got a destination?

- Sergeant.
- I need diesel fuel.

All right. You got a destination?
I need a destination.

I can't do a god-damn thing
without a destination.

Sarge, these guys are with me.
Destination's classified.

I carry priority papers
from COMSEC Intelligence, II Corps.

Okay, right, sir.
Hey, listen, it's a real big night.

Eight bucks for that...

All right. Damn.

- Just give him some fuel.
- You got it.

- Dog starts barking.
- Hey, listen, Captain.

I'm really sorry about tonight.
It's really bad around here.

Just take this over to the man
at the supply desk and you got it.

Hey, listen, would you guys like some
seats, some press box seats for the show?

You want those?
The show, man. The show out here.

- Bunnies.
- Playboy bunnies?

You got it. You gonna be here?

Listen, Captain, on the house.
No hard feelings, huh?

How you doing out there?
I said, "How you doing out there?"

Want to say hello to you from all of us
up here to all of you out there

who worked so god-damn hard
in Operation Brute Force!

Hello, all you paratroopers out there!

And the Marines! And the sailors!

We want to let you know
that we're proud of you!

'Cause we know how tough
and how hard it's been.

Yeah!

And to prove it, we're gonna give you some
entertainment we know you're gonna like.

Miss August, Miss Sandra Beatty.

Miss May, Miss Terry Teray! Yeah!

And the Playmate of the Year,
Miss Carrie Foster! Yeah!

What's the matter?

They've got them here tonight.

Grease my gun!

I'm ready to... baby!

You're cute. I like you.

I'm here, baby! I'm here!

Oh, my God...

Yeah!

You fucking bitch!

Take it off!

Hey, lover! You want us to come over?

- I sure do!
- Sign my centrefold!

Sign my centrefold!

Come on, baby! Come up here now.

Get your god-damn hands off of my girl!

Start her up.

Come on!

Will you sign these?

Girls! Let's go!

So long!

Charlie 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.

No wonder Kurtz put a weed
up Command's ass.

The war was being run
by a bunch of four-star clowns

who were gonna end up
giving the whole circus away.

- Believe that.
- Believe what?

Miss December.
I gotta come here and find her here?

- Shit.
- Holy shit.

Chicken time. You ain't shitting, bro.
They're mother fucking...

- Who is that?
- What's going on?

Is that you, Lazzaro?

- Fire on the canopy!
- I got it! I got it! Get out of there!

Get out! I got it! Yeah! I got it!

Lance, get down!

Put that fucker out, man!

What the fuck they think they're doing?

Late summer, autumn 1968.

Kurtz's patrols in the highlands
coming under frequent ambush.

The camp started falling apart.

November.

Kurtz orders 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.

He joined the Special Forces.
And after that, his...

The Army tried one last time
to bring him back into the fold.

Methods...

And if he'd pulled over,
it all would have been forgotten.

Unsound.

- But he kept going...
- Now he's crossed into Cambodia...

and he kept winning it his way...

with this Montagnard army of his...

and they called me in.

Man like a god. And follow every order,
however ridiculous.

They lost him. He was gone.

Nothing but rumours
and random 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.

I know where I'm going.
I'm going to the White House

to have dinner with
the President of the United States, baby.

That's where I'm going.

Hey, Chef, put the cover on that.

Clean.

- How long has that kid been on this boat?
- Seven months.

He's really specializing
in busting my balls.

Very possible, Captain,
he thinks the same of you.

Yeah? What do you think, Chief?

I don't think.

My orders say 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.

We're going upriver
about 75 klicks above the Do Luong bridge.

- That's Cambodia, Captain.
- 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.

All right, Captain.

"Dear Son"

"I'm afraid that both you and your mother"

"will have been worried at not hearing
from me during the past weeks."

"But my situation here
has become a difficult one."

"I have been officially accused of murder
by the Army."

"The alleged victims
were four Vietnamese double agents."

"We spent months uncovering them
and accumulating evidence."

"When absolute proof was completed,
we acted, we acted like soldiers."

"The charges are unjustified."

"They are, in fact, and in 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, what is often called ruthless,"

"what may, in many circumstances,
be only clarity."

"Seeing clearly what there is
to be done and doing it."

Medevac, come in.

"Directly, quickly, awake..."

Alpha Tango Tango. Echo Tango Alpha...

- "...looking at it."
- request dust-off.

Three, maybe four KIAs. Over.

"I will trust you to tell your mother
what you choose about this letter."

"As for the charges against me,
I am unconcerned."

Medevac, come in.

"I am beyond their timid, lying morality.
And so I am beyond caring."

"You have all my faith.
Your loving father."

Hey, shut up, fuck-up!

I'm sure sorry about that. If I had known,
I'd have taken you to New Orleans...

introduce you to cooze, Bubba!

Come on down to New Orleans, Bubba,
and I'll get you fixed up, you prick.

Lay off, Chef.

You're the only fucking prick
I see around here.

If I want to play with a prick,
I'll play with my own!

- Lay off, Chef!
- What are you gonna do with it, cherry boy?

- Fucking cherry boy!
- Chef, I said lay off!

Chef, knock it off! Give him a break!

What do you think I said?
And give your jaws a rest!

And this ain't the Army. You are a sailor!

So get out of that frizzly Army-looking
shirt and stop smoking that dope!

You hear me?

Lance, what's with all the green paint?

- Camouflage.
- How's that?

So they can't see you.
They're everywhere, Chief.

I want you to stay awake up there, man.
You got a job to do.

Sampan off the port bow.
Sampan off the port bow.

Let's take a look. Lance.

Bring them in.
Clean, on the.60. Chef, get a.16.

Clean, get on that.60!

What's up, Chief?

A junk boat, Captain.
We're gonna take a routine check.

Well, let's forget routine now
and let them go.

These boats are running supplies
in this delta, Captain.

I'm gonna take a look.

Chief, my mission's got priority here.

Hell, you wouldn't even be in this
part of the river if it wasn't for me.

Until we reach your destination, Captain,
you're just on for the ride.

- Stand by, Lance.
- Come on, throw the rope, ass hole.

All right. Come on. Let's bring it over.

Look in that forward hooch.
Bring the people out of there.

Come on! Hurry up, mother fucker! Move it!

- You two, come on.
- Keep your eyes open, Clean.

I got you, Chief.

It's clear, Chief.

Okay, that's them. That's them.

- They're okay.
- Board and search it.

It's just a fucking boat.
There ain't nothing on it, Chief.

Board it and search it.

Just some baskets and some ducks,
fucking bananas.

- Ain't nothing on it.
- Don't be ashamed, Chef.

What's wrong with you?
Go on and search it.

There's a goat and some fish.

- Chef!
- Bunch of fucking vegetables.

- Get on that boat!
- There's nothing on it, man!

- Get on it!
- All right!

Move it, ass hole! God damn it!

Just some pigs. Look, mangos.

- What's in the rice bag?
- Fucking rice.

- Look in there, Chef. Look in it.
- Some fucking fish.

More coconuts. Rice. Here's rice.

What's in that vegetable basket?

Get out of here! Come on!

- Get over there, God damn it.
- Chef, check that vegetable basket.

- All right!
- Shut up, slope.

- There ain't nothing in here.
- What's in the boxes?

Not a fucking thing.

- Look in that tin can.
- Nothing.

- That rusty can.
- Just fucking rice, that's all!

- There ain't nothing on it!
- Check the yellow can.

Check the yellow can.
She was sitting on it. What's in it?

Chef!

Mother fuckers!

- Hold it!
- Come on, let's kill them all.

- Fucking cock sucking mothers!
- Hold it! Hold it!

Let's kill all the ass holes!
Shoot the shit out of all of them.

- Chef, hold it!
- Why not? Jesus Christ.

Why the fuck not?

- Clean?
- I'm good.

- You okay, Lance?
- Shit! Fuck! Shit!

- Chef!
- Look what she was hiding, huh?

- You all right?
- See what she was running for?

It's a fucking puppy.

It's a fucking puppy.

Give me that dog!

- No, you're not gonna get it!
- Fucking give it to me!

Give me the fucking dog, ass hole!

- Fuck you! Fucking mango, too!
- Chef.

You want that?

Chef, she's moving behind you.
She's alive. Check her out.

- Chef!
- Yes!

She's moving behind you. Check her out!

All right. All right.

Come on, Clean, God damn it.
Give me a hand.

She's not dead, she's wounded.
Clean, give him a hand.

Just take it easy. Take it easy.
Slow down and take it easy.

All right, Chef, just wait a minute.
Wait a minute, Chef.

- Bring her up.
- Is she breathing, Chef?

- She's hurt. She's bleeding.
- Man.

Bring her on board.
We're taking her to an ARVN.

What are you talking about?

We're taking her
to some friendlies, Captain.

She's wounded, she's not dead.

- Get out of there, Chef.
- The book says, Captain...

Fuck you. Fuck him.

I told you not to stop. Now let's go.

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 Band-Aid.

It was a lie, and the more I saw of them,
the more I hated lies.

Those boys were never gonna look at me
the same way again.

But I felt like I knew
one or two things about Kurtz

that weren't in the dossier.

Do Luong bridge was the last Army outpost
on the Nung River.

Beyond that, there was only Kurtz.

Lance! Hey, Lance, what do you think?

It's beautiful.

I mean, what's the matter with you?
You're acting kind of weird.

Hey, you know that last tab of acid
I was saving?

- Yeah.
- I dropped it.

You dropped acid? Far out.

- Take me home.
- God damn you!

God damn!

You'll get what you deserve!

Is there a Captain Willard on-board?

- Yeah!
- Captain Willard?

- Yeah, who's that?
- Lieutenant Carlsen, 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.

- Why?
- Now I can get out of here,

if I can find a way.

You're in the ass hole
of the world, Captain!

Captain, where you going?

See if I can find some fuel,
get some information.

- Pick me up on the other side of the bridge.
- Somebody go with him. Chef!

I'll go. I wanna go.

You get your ass in gear.

Come on, man. Listen to the music, man.

- Where can I find the CO?
- You came right to it, son of a bitch!

Lance! Get down here!

- You still got a Commanding Officer here?
- Beverly Hills.

What?

Straight up the road, there's a concrete
fucking bunker called Beverly Hills.

Where the fuck else
do you think it would be?

- God damn it, you stepped in my face!
- We thought you were dead.

Well, you thought wrong, damn it.

I told you to stop fucking
with me, didn't I?

You think you're so bad, nigga?

What are you shooting at, soldier?

Gooks.
What the fuck you think I'm shooting at?

I'm sorry, sir.
There are gooks out there by the wire,

but I think I killed them all.

You ain't shot shit, man. Listen!

Shit, he's trying to call his friends, man.
Send up a flare.

You think you're so bad, nigga?
You think you bad, huh?

They're all dead, stupid.

There's one still alive
underneath them bodies.

Who's the Commanding Officer here?

Ain't you?

You think you're so bad, huh?
I got something for your ass now, nigga!

I got something for you now!

He's underneath the bodies, man.

- Go get the roach, man.
- Go get the roach, man.

- Go get the roach, nigga!
- I'm gonna go get the roach.

Roach. Roach. Roach.

Got slopes on the wire, man.
Do you hear them?

- Lance!
- Do you hear them?

Go bust them!

Hey, GI, fuck you!

You hear him out there on the wire, man?

- Yeah.
- I'll kill you, GI!

You need a flare?

No.

He's close, man.

He's real close.

GI, fuck you!

GI, fuck you!

Mother fucker.

Hey, soldier,

do you know who's in command here?

Yeah.

Shit!

Yo, Chief, man,
two guys just got blown off that bridge.

You hang on, man. You're gonna be okay.

- What's that?
- Mail, man.

Later on the mail! Watch them trees.

There's no diesel fuel,
but I picked up some ammo.

Let's move out.

- Did you find the CO, Captain?
- There's no fucking CO here.

- Let's just get going.
- Which way, Captain?

You know which way, Chief.

You're on your own, Captain.

Do 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?
- Just get us upriver!

Chef, on the bow.

- Stand by, Clean.
- Let's go.

Whose package is that?

- Shit, you got another one, Clean.
- No shit. Wait a minute, is that it?

- That's it for you.
- Lance!

Mr. I.B. Johnson, there you go.

Far out, man. All right.
I've been waiting for this one.

I got another one, got a box from Eva.

"Lance, I'm fine. I'm fine, Lance."

"Sue and I went tripping to Disneyland.
Sue skinned her knee."

- Man, I want to get back to Antoine's.
- "Of course I remember the time we went..."

How could I fucking forget, man? Beautiful.

"There could never be a place
like Disneyland, or could there?"

"Let me know."

Jim, it's here. It really is here.

"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 Colonel 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 to his wife."

Captain Richard Colby,

he was with Kurtz.

Disneyland.

Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland.

"Charles Miller Manson
ordered the slaughter"

"of all in the home anyway
as a symbol of protest."

That's really weird, ain't it?

- Purple haze, look.
- Hey, Lance, put away that smoke.

- I got a tape from my mom.
- Chief, rainbow reality, man.

Hey, Chief, get a good whiff.

Eva can't picture me in Vietnam.

She pictures me at home
having a beer and watching TV.

Hey, Lance, man.

Hot potato! Hot potato!

I'm so glad you decided to join...

Eva's not sure if she can
have a relationship with me, you know?

Here I am, 13,000 fucking miles away,
trying to keep a relationship open, my ass.

That's much more than I can say
for some of your friends.

If this tape is any good,
I will have Dad and the family

- send you a tape of their own...
- Hey, Lance.

There! Over there!

Mother fuckers!

There! Over there!

Lance! Chef!

- Chef, Chef, check out Clean!
- Captain, he's hit, he's hit! Clean's hit!

- Lance!
- Where'd the dog go?

Lance. Lance, check out Clean!

Where's the dog?
We got to go back to get the dog!

- Hey, Clean.
- It's always been nice to have...

Hey, Bubba!

Bubba, you can't die, you fucker!

- And so, I'm hoping...
- Bubba!

That pretty soon,
not too soon, but pretty soon,

I'll have a lot of grandchildren
to love and spoil,

and then when your wife get them back,
she'll be mad with me.

Even Aunt Jessie and Mama will come
to celebrate your coming home.

Granny and Dad
are trying to get enough money

to get you a car.

But don't tell her, because
that's our secret.

Anyhow, do the right thing,
stay out of the way of the bullets,

and bring your heinie home
all in one piece

because we love you very much.
Love, Mama.

Oh, man. You're so young.

Clean.

Can't see nothing. We're stopping.

You're not authorized
to stop this boat, Chief.

I said I can't see a thing, Captain.
I'm stopping this boat.

I ain't risking no more lives.

I'm in command here, God damn it.
You'll do what I say.

You see anything, Chef?

Why don't they fucking attack, man?

Watch it over here, Chief.

Got a stump.

Lance, on the.50s.

He was close.

He was real close.

I couldn't see him yet, but I could feel him,
as if the boat were being sucked upriver

and the water was flowing back
into the jungle.

Whatever was going to happen,

it wasn't gonna be
the way they called it back in Nha Trang.

Arrows!

Fire!

Chef, open up! Fire!

Lance, fire!

Chef! Chef, it's okay. Quit firing.

They're just little toy arrows.

Cut it out! Quiet!

Chief, tell them to hold their fire!

They're just little sticks.
They're just trying to scare us.

Quiet!

You got us in this mess,
and now you can't get us out

because you don't know
where the hell you're going, do you?

Do you?

You son of a bitch! You bastard!

- Lance, get the wheel!
- Fire!

You savages!
Come and get it, you son of a bitches!

A spear.

My mission is to make it up into Cambodia.

There's a Green Beret colonel up there
who's gone insane

and I'm supposed to kill him.

That's fucking typical! Shit!

Fucking Vietnam mission!

I'm short and we gotta go up there
so you can kill one of our own guys?

That's fucking great!
That's just fucking great, man.

Shit! That's fucking crazy.

I mean, I thought
you were going in to blow up a bridge

or some fucking rail road tracks
or something.

- Sorry.
- No, no, wait, wait.

We'll go together on the boat.
We'll go with you.

We'll go up there, but on the boat. Okay?

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.

Just keep moving.

Lance, keep your hands
away from the guns.

It's all right! It's all right!
It's all been approved!

I ain't coming in there!
Them bastards attacked us!

Zap them with your siren, man.
Zap them with your siren.

There's mines over there
and mines over there, too.

And watch out. Those god-damn monkeys
bite you, I'll tell you.

That's a pretty one.
Move it right in toward me.

I'm an American. Yeah.

An American civilian. Hi, Yanks.

Hi, American.

American civilian. It's all right.

And you got the cigarettes.
And that's what I've been dreaming about.

Chef.

- Who are you?
- Who are you?

I'm a photojournalist.

I've covered the war since '64.

I've been in Laos, Cambodia and Nam.

I'll tell you one thing,
this boat is a mess, man.

Who are all these people?

Yeah, they think you've come
to take him away,

- and I hope that isn't true.
- Take who away?

Him! Colonel Kurtz.

These are all his children, man,
as far as you can see.

Hell, man, out here,
we're all his children.

Could we talk to Colonel Kurtz?

Hey, man, you don't talk to the Colonel.
Well, you listen to him.

The man's enlarged my mind.

He's a poet warrior in the classic sense.

Sometimes you'll say hello to him, right,

and he'll just walk right by you
and he won't even notice you.

And then suddenly he'll grab you,
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'm a little man. I'm a little man.
He's a great man.

"I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."

Stay with the boat.

Don't go without me, okay?
I wanna get a picture.

He can be terrible, he can be mean,
and he can be right.

He's fighting the war. He's a great man.

I wish I had words, you know?
I wish I had words.

I can tell you something,
like, the other day he wanted to kill me.

- Something like that.
- Why did he want to kill you?

Because I took his picture.

He said, "If you take my picture again",

"I'm gonna kill you," and he meant it.

So you just lay cool.
Play it cool, laid back. Dig it.

He gets friendly again. He really does.

But you don't judge the Colonel.

You don't judge the Colonel
like an ordinary man.

Okay, watch it now. These are Americans.

Americans!

You can feel the vibe of this place.

Let me take your picture.
Could you hold... Hello? Hello?

Could you hold up a minute?

Colby.

The heads.

You're looking at the heads.
Sometimes he goes too far.

He's the first one to admit it.

- He's gone crazy.
- Wrong, wrong!

If you could have heard the man
just two days ago.

If you could have heard him then, God...
You're gonna call him crazy?

Fucking A.

- I just wanna talk to him.
- Well, man, he's gone away.

He's gone away. He disappeared
out in the jungle with his people.

I'll wait for him.

He feels comfortable with his people.
He forgets himself with his people.

- He forgets himself.
- Captain?

- Maybe we should wait back at the boat.
- Okay, Chef.

- We'll go back to the boat for a while.
- Yeah, stay with Lance.

This Colonel guy, he's wacko, man.
He's worse than crazy. He's evil!

That's what the man's got set up here!

Man, it's fucking Pagan idolatry.
Look around you!

Shit, he's loco.

- Then you'll help me?
- Help you? Fucking A, I'll help you.

I'll do anything to get out of this joint.

Good boy.

We could blow all them ass holes away.

They're so fucking spaced out,
they wouldn't even know it.

I ain't afraid of all them fucking skulls
and altars and shit.

I used to think if I died in an evil place,

then my soul wouldn't be able
to make it to heaven.

But now, fuck.

I don't care where it goes,
as long as it ain't here.

So what do you wanna do?
I'll kill the fuck.

- No, no.
- Get out of here.

I'm gonna need you to wait here, Chef.

I'll go up with Lance and scrounge around,
check the place out,

see if I can find the Colonel, okay?

- What do you want me to do?
- Damn it.

Here, you take the radio,
and if I don't get back by 2200 hours,

you call in the air strike.

Air strike?

The code is "Almighty,"
coordinates 0-9-2-6-4-7-1-2.

It's all in there.

0-9-2-6-4-7-1-2.

Everything I saw told me that Kurtz
had gone insane.

The place was full of bodies.
North Vietnamese, Viet Cong, Cambodians.

If I was still alive,
it was because he wanted me that way.

It smelled like slow death in there.

Malaria, nightmares.

This was the end of the river, all right.

Where are you from, Willard?

I'm from Ohio, sir.

- Were you born there?
- Yes, sir.

- Whereabouts?
- Toledo, sir.

How far are you from the river?

The Ohio River, sir?

About 200 miles.

I went down that river once
when I was a kid.

There's a place in the river,
I can't remember.

It must've been a gardenia plantation
or a flower plantation at one time.

It's all wild and overgrown now,

but for 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 opinion of others?

Even the opinions of yourself?

Did they say why, Willard?

Why they wanted
to terminate my command?

I was sent on a classified mission, sir.

No longer classified, is it?

What did they tell you?

They told me that you had gone
totally insane,

and that your methods were unsound.

Are my methods unsound?

I don't see any method at all, sir.

I expected someone like you.

What did you expect?

Are you an assassin?

I'm a soldier.

You're neither.

You're an errand boy sent by grocery clerks

to collect a bill.

Why? Why would a nice guy like you
wanna kill a genius?

Going down pretty good, huh?

Why?

You know?

Do you know that the man,

the man really likes you?

He likes you. He really likes you,
but he's got something in mind for you.

Aren't you curious about that?

I'm curious. I'm very curious.
Are you curious?

There's something
happening out here, 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.

Yeah.

He's dying, I think.
He hates all this. He hates it.

But the man's...

He reads poetry out loud, all right?

And a voice, a voice...

He likes you 'cause you're still alive.
He's got plans for you.

No, no, I'm not gonna help you.
You're gonna help him, man.

You're gonna help him.

What are they gonna say, man,
when he's gone?

'Cause he dies when it dies, man.
When it dies, he dies.

What are they gonna say about him?

What are they gonna say?
"He was a kind man. He was a wise man.

"He had plans. He had wisdom."
Bullshit, man!

Am I gonna be the one that's gonna
set them straight? Look at me. Wrong!

You.

Almost eight hours.

God. I'm asleep.

I'm asleep and dreaming
I'm on this shitty boat.

Fuck.

Has it been eight hours?

Hello, Almighty, Almighty,
this is PBR Street Gang.

Radio check. Over.

PBR Street Gang,
this is Almighty standing by. Over.

What the hell! Jesus!

Christ!

"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..."
- He's out there.

"In our dry cellar..."

- He's really out there.
- "Shape without form, shade without colour,

"Paralysed force, gesture
without motion..."

Do you know what the man's saying?

- Do you?
- "Those who have crossed..."

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... With fractions.

What are you gonna land on?
One-quarter? Three-eighths?

What are you gonna do when you go
from here to Venus or something?

That's dialectic physics, okay?

Dialectic logic is,
"There's only love and hate."

You either love somebody
or you hate them.

Mutt!

You mutt.

This is the way the fucking world ends.
Look at this fucking shit we're in, man!

"Not with a bang, a whimper."

And with a whimper,
I'm fucking splitting, jack.

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 Nha 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.

I've seen the 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 terror are 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.

It seems a thousand centuries ago.

We went into a camp
to inoculate some children.

We'd left the camp after we had
inoculated 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 inoculated arm.

There they were, in a pile.
A pile of little arms.

And I remember,

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 me
because they could stand it.

These were not monsters.
These were men, trained cadres.

These men who fought with their hearts,
who have families, who have children,

who are filled with love,
but they have the strength,

the strength to do that.

If I had 10 divisions of those men,

then 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 primordial
instincts to kill

without feeling, without passion,
without judgement. Without judgement.

Because it's judgement that defeats us.

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's nothing that I detest more
than the stench of lies.

And if you understand me, Willard,
you will do this for me.

PBR Street Gang, this is Almighty. Over.

PBR Street Gang, this is Almighty.
Standing by. Over.

PBR Street Gang, this is Almighty.
Standing by. How do you copy?

They were gonna make me a Major for this,

and I wasn't even
in their fucking Army anymore.

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.

"We 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!"

The horror.

The horror.

Calling PBR Street Gang.
PBR Street Gang, this is Almighty.

Do you read me? Over.

PBR Street Gang.

PBR Street Gang, this is Almighty...

The horror.

The horror.