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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,

Counterintelligence
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 humor.

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,
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 shithole,

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.

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.

- 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's 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, Airmobile, 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?

That's the Colonel coming down!

The CO's on that chopper.

Lieutenant, bomb that tree line
back about 100 yards!

- Give me some room to breathe!
- Yes, sir!

- Body cards!
- Sir?

- Bring my body cards!
- Yes, sir!

I'm the fourth tank commander.
I got five tanks broken down.

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!

This is an area that is controlled...

...by the Viet Cong
and North Vietnamese!

We are here to help you!

We are here to extend
a welcome hand...

- ...to those of you who would like...
- Come on. 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
L. Johnson, sir!

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

Yes, sir.

Well, it's an honor
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 honor is Yours,
Almighty Father. Amen.

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

Well, 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
goddamn 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...

...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 goddamn 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. Airmobile.

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 motherfucker, 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 use... 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 caliber onboard.

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?
- 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.
- My God!

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 goddamn thing just...

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

- Can I get a medevac?
- What's going on...

Holy 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 goddamn 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!
- Oh, 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 goddamn 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
till 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, dickheads, 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!

No, back, no!

All right, now. Let me take care
of this. You all right?

Get that out of here!

- I'm sorry.
- Come here now. All right.

- No, ma'am. Sorry!
- Jimmy!

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.

Uh, wing abreast.

Medevac him in my chopper.
Get him back to the hospital.

No, no, no, you got to go with him.
Come on! Go! Go!

Get it out of here!
And tell my guys I want my board!

Brig 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.

Don't worry.

We'll have this place cleaned up
and ready in a jiffy, son.

Don't you worry.

Give me those shorts.

These are from the Air Cav,
a present from me and the boys.

I want to see you do your stuff
in them... out there. Okay?

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, the wind!
- Huh?

- The wind!
- What?

It's blowing on shore!
It's coming on shore!

It's gonna blow this place out!

- It's gonna ruin it!
- Not cool! It's gonna blow out!

It's the goddamn napalm!
That's what's doing it!

I know. I'm really sorry, Colonel,
but I'm afraid that does it.

The kid's got a reputation.
You can't expect him...

...to surf those sloppy waves.

- I understand what you're saying.
- Yeah, I'm an artist, Bill.

- I couldn't surf that stuff.
- Lance, look.

I apologize. It's not my fault.

The waves are getting
blown out by the napalm.

Hey, Bill, don't get me wrong...

It was the bombs causing
a vortex with the wind.

I accept your apology.

All right, then. But if you could
hang around just 20 minutes...

- Maybe some other time, Bill.
- Just 20 minutes.

- I'm an artist!
- Keep walking.

Okay, give it a try, guys!
One goes left and one goes right!

Look, Lance.

- You through surfing?
- Yeah!

Want to say good-bye
to the Colonel?

- No.
- You sure?

- Yeah!
- Let's get the fuck outta here!

It's the fucking napalm!
Just wait 20 minutes!

Damn! Fuck!

They're looking for you!

- Don't leave without me!
- Where the fuck you going?

Incoming!

- The colonel's surfboard!
- Get the fuck off me! It's mine!

Guys, help!

Get the board
and let's get out of here!

Fucking Airborne!

- 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 motherfuckers. 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.

She's into mangos, too.

She's, like, one limb above me.

We're both in the jungle here, nude.

- Hey, Chief.
- Yeah?

Here comes that Colonel guy again.

You know how hard it is
to find a board you like?

I will not hurt or harm you.

I will not hurt or harm you.

Just give me back the board, Lance.

It was a good board, and I like it.

You know how hard it is
to find a board you like.

He's a determined motherfucker!

I will not hurt or harm you.

- Cocksucker!
- I will not hurt or harm you.

Just give me back the board, Lance.

It was a good board, and I like it.

You know how hard it is
to find a board you like.

I will not hurt or harm you.

Jesus Christ. That guy's
too fucking much, man.

You think he would have shot us?

He wouldn't have
shot us on the beach,

but I think he would have shot us
if he saw me taking his board.

Let's get this board
out of my turret.

Sucker.

How am I gonna shoot him
the next time he comes around?

Hey, Chef, make some room
back there for the board.

Sock it to me, Lance.

I wonder if that's
the same chopper.

Oh, hell, he's probably got them
all over the river with that recording.

We'll have to hole up here
till dark, Chief.

Don't worry, Lance.
He won't follow us too far.

- What makes you say that?
- You think that big Cav Colonel...

...wants everyone upriver
to know we stole his board?

I didn't steal it!

Captain?

Just how far up
this river we going?

It's classified, Chief.
I can't tell you.

We're going up pretty far.

Is it gonna be hairy?

I don't know, kid.

Yeah, probably.

You like it like that, Captain,
when it's hot, hairy?

Fuck.

Never get a chance to know what the fuck
you are in some factory in Ohio.

Hey, Chief, I'm gonna go get
those mangoes now, okay?

- Take somebody with you.
- Yeah, I'll take...

I'll go with him.

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... I was supposed
to go to Paris,

study at the Escoffier School.

Then I got... orders
for my physical.

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

A cook school, that did it.

Oh, yeah? How's that?

Oh, you don't wanna
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.

Magnifique.

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's school,

but then they gave me
the Engineman...

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!

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 goddamn
fucking shit, man!

You can kiss my ass on the county square,
'cause 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 goddamn
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 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! Good-bye!

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?

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 motherfucker.

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.

Oh, 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.

Yo, 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 goddamn 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 goddamn thing
without a destination.

Hey, Sarge, 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, uh, 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?

Hey, listen, Captain,

on the house.
No hard feelings, huh?

How you doing out there?

I said, "How you doing out there?"

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

...who worked so goddamn 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 bow-wow, 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 centerfold!

Sign my centerfold!

Come on, baby! Come up here now!

Get your goddamn 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.

Man, that was far fucking out.

I collected every picture of her
since she was Miss December, Chief.

Hey, Clean, look at that.
She was here, man.

I even wrote to the cunt.
She didn't write me back.

You can really get hung up
on these broads, man,

just like that cat in the delta.

- Yeah, you better believe it.
- What cat?

The one that went up for murder.
He was an Army sergeant.

Remember? This cat, man,
he really dug his Playboy, man.

I mean, like, this cat,

when... when the thing arrived,
he was there to meet it, man.

Look at these beautiful
fucking jugs, man!

Yeah. So anyway, he was working
ARVN patrols, you know,

had one of them cocky gook
asshole lieutenants and shit.

And one day, the gook
took his magazine...

...from him and wouldn't
give it back to him.

He said, "Give me my magazine
back." Gook said:

"You shut up.
I have you court-martial."

- Typical fucking ARVN.
- Yeah.

So like then the gook starts...

- Chef!
- ...to go too far.

Take the wheel.

This dude started to stick...
pinholes in the lady's titties.

Take the wheel.

He started sticking pinholes...

...and mutilating the centerfold
and all kinds of shit like that.

And the sergeant said,
"You better not do that to her.

You leave your shitty little
gook hands off of that girl.

Don't do her like that," right?

Gook say, "Fuck you"...

- ...in Vietnamese.
- Damn.

The sergeant, man, he just couldn't
handle it no more.

He just picked up his iron,

flipped it to rock 'n' roll and...

...gave that little zero a long burst
straight through the Playboy mag...

...and blew his ass clean
off of the dock.

There wasn't no more
lieutenant that day.

That was it for his ass.

- They burn him for it?
- The sergeant? Yeah, man.

They stuck his ass in the LBJ.

It's too bad he didn't get
no medals or nothing.

Fucking ARVN, man.
They should have killed the fuck.

Should have given
the fucker a Silver Star.

Bummer for the gook,
though, ain't it?

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 GIs...

...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.
- Ooh! 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!

Sayonara!

"Commitment and Counter-Insurgency,

by Colonel Walter E. Kurtz.

As long as our officers and troops
perform tours of duty limited to one year,

they will remain dilettantes in war
and tourists in Vietnam.

As long as cold beer,
hot food, rock 'n' roll...

...and all the other amenities
remain the expected norm,

our conduct of the war
will gain only impotence.

We need fewer men and better.

If they were committed,
this war could be won...

...with a fourth
of our present force."

- Shit.
- Holy shit.

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

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

Is that you, Lazzaro?

- Fire on the canopy!
- I got it! 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 rumors
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.

Oh, 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."
- Medevac, do you read? Over.

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

Jesus.

No wonder I couldn't
get them on the radio.

What a dump.

- Hi, there!
- How you doing?

Wow! That's a nice
little boat you got there.

- Never seen one up here before.
- You know...

...we called in a request
for a medevac. You guys receive it?

Medevac? No.

Yeah, we passed a downed Huey
with some KIAs.

- On your way here?
- Yeah.

- You going up this river?
- Way up.

Way upriver? Whoa! Forget it.

- Why? Why?
- Well...

...we wanna send
some people downriver.

- Just forget it.
- What the fuck was that?

- We'll be back in a couple of days.
- Yeah, right, you'll be back.

- Hey, Chief?
- Yeah, Captain?

Why don't you see
what you can do with that engine?

- I'm gonna have a look around.
- All right.

Hey, don't leave without me.

Hey, soldier, where's your CO?

Don't ask me, man.

Give me my clothes back, asshole!

Asshole!

Hey, guys, where's the CO?

He stepped on a land mine
about two months ago.

- Got all blown to hell.
- Who's in charge here?

Charge? I don't know, man.
I'm just the night man.

Just doing what I'm told.
Shit, I'm just a working girl.

What about you, fella?

Hey, Lance, man, I'm telling you
it's gonna jam. You mark my words.

- Keep it in that condition.
- Hey, get off my back. Get off my back.

- No, man, I'm telling you.
- Lay off!

Hey, hey, come here!

Is that your boat? Come on inside.

What do you want?

Come on inside. I want to talk
to you. Come on!

Get out of the rain.

Get off me!

Come on. Cut this shit.
Hey, Chef. Come on.

Hey, how you doing, Captain?
I want you to meet some people.

I got your ass!

Your ass is shit, Chef!
Your ass is shit!

You're a motherfucker, man!

What a motherfucker, man!

Goddamn, my ear,
you motherfucker!

Get him off me, Chef!
You smartass!

Hey, guys.

I got you! I got your ass!

- You ain't shit, Chef.
- Hey, fellas!

- You pulled my fucking...
- Guys!

I just made a deal with
the people from Hau Phat.

I negotiated two barrels of fuel
for a couple of hours with the bunnies.

Captain!

Hey, hey, you shitting me?

No, I'm not!

Grab a couple of barrels
and get up to that big tent! Come on!

Captain.

You're giving away our fuel
for a Playmate of the Month?

Nope. Playmate of the Year, Chief.

Warm them up, baby!
Warm them up!

Warm them up, my man!

Captain, we get in a firefight
and run out of fuel,

I want you to tell me how she was.

I made a deal for all of us,
Chief. How about you?

- You got some mamas in there?
- Some what?

Forget it, Captain.
I'll stay with the boat.

Hey, Captain, give me a hand.

I got every one of your pictures.

I got the centerfold,
Playmates Review, the...

...Playmate of the Year runoff.
I even got the calendar.

Hey, oiseau.

Wait, how come you got a bird?

I used to be the bird girl
at Busch Gardens.

- Busch Gardens?
- Yeah, I used to train birds there.

- You are Miss December, aren't you?
- Miss May.

Is it coming?

- Miss December has black hair.
- It's over there.

He's not one of my regular birds.

Come on. Come on, baby.
Snack? Snatch a crack. Come here.

Being Playmate of the Year...

...is the loneliest
experience I can imagine.

It's like...

...you try to express
your feelings to someone...

...and show them your heart...

Yeah, I wanna hear
about your bird act.

I'd love to hear
about your bird act,

but would you mind just...

...put this...

Would you just...

...mind putting this black wig on
for me, please?

And there's this glass wall
between you,

this invisible glass,

and they can see your mouth moving...

I used to train birds
for at least two years...

- That's beautiful, yeah.
- ...at Busch Gardens.

This was cascading
over your right shoulder,

and this, this was open here.

...but they can't hear
what you're saying.

I used to train them
to stand on their head...

...and fly upside down
and ride little bicycles.

Your right hand
was kind of over there.

Hey, Chef!

Hey, come on, get out of here, man!

- Later! Later!
- Does he want to talk to you?

Give me 15 minutes.

You can never really make them
hear what you're trying to say.

You okay with kind of bending?

That's it. Yeah, your ass was
sticking out just a little...

Hey, man, fuck off!

Fifteen minutes!

That's why I tried
so desperately...

...to show somebody
that I had some talent.

Little baby macaws.
Have you ever seen a baby macaw?

- That's kind of...
- They're all blue.

- Come on, man! Take off, would you?
- Open up!

I got my rights, man!

And they make you do things that
you don't wanna do. Like...

Like this picture here.

I started feeling
repulsed with myself.

You were just kind of
bending forward.

- ...really, really cute.
- Your ass, kind of out a bit.

- I love training birds.
- That's it.

That's it. That's it. Voilà!

You're beautiful. I just wanna...

You know, I can't believe it.

Me, Jay Hicks.

I can't... I mean, I can't believe
I'm really here, you know?

Maybe... I'm unfit to have...

...a relationship with a beautiful,

innocent boy.

Just think,

if it hadn't been
for the Vietnam War...

...I never would've
met you, Miss December.

Miss May.

I wish...

I wish I could find...

...just one person...

...that could share
my point of view.

Oh, you kiss like a bird!

Oh, God! Kiss me, kiss me!

Who is that?

You're driving me crazy!
Oh, kiss me!

- Oh, my God.
- I love birds!

You finished yet?

Holy fuck!

Make like a bird! Make like a bird!

Oh, fly, baby! Cockatoo me!

I can fly like an eagle!

- Fly like an eagle!
- It drives me crazy!

It drives me crazy!

Lance, that was somebody's son.

Lance,

there were things
that they made me do...

...I didn't wanna do.

They said, "Pull the ribbons
between your legs,"

and I didn't wanna do it,

but they... said that was
what was expected of me,

that that's what people
wanted to see.

- Who are you?
- Oh, I'm next, ma'am.

Hell, I didn't know
he was a cherry.

- Didn't know you never got no pussy.
- Shove it, fuck-up!

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

- Man, fuck you.
- ...introduce you to cooze, Bubba!

- Lay off, Chef.
- Cherry boy! Cherry boy!

You're a fucking dog!

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 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 ya.
They're everywhere, Chief.

Uh-huh. 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, asshole.

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

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

Come on! Hurry up,
motherfucker! 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!
- Well, all right!

Move it, asshole! Goddamn 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?

Can couc! Get out of here! Come on!

Get over there, goddamn 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!

Motherfuckers!

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

- Fucking cocksucking mothers!
- Hold it! Hold it!

Let's kill all the assholes!
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!
Give me that dog!

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

Give me the fucking dog, asshole!

Fuck you!

- Chef.
- Fucking mango, too!

- 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, goddamn 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.
- Oh, 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.

Huh? 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 onboard?

- 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 asshole
of the world, Captain!

Captain, where you going?

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

Pick me up 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?

Goddamn 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, huh, 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!

Oh, 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. Okay.

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!

Motherfucker.

Hey, soldier...

...do you know
who's in command here?

Yeah.

Holy 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. L.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."

- I want to get back to Antoine's.
- "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!

Motherfuckers!

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.

Ha, ha, ha.

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.

Hold on.

Throw me the glasses.

Lance, take the .16 on the bow.

Chef. Chef! On the .60.

Fuck me.

Lance.

Cover the Captain.

Lance, cover the Captain!

You are surrounded!

Return!

Drop your weapons!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

They're French! They're French!

I am dropping my weapon!

Chef, pick up that weapon!
Pick it up! Pick it up!

Stand fast! Captain...

We are Americans! We are friends!

Okay?

Drop your weapons!

All right, you men,
put down your weapons.

We are Americans. We are friends.

We are friends! We are friends.

New Orleans.

We lost one of our men.

We French always pay respects
to the dead of our allies.

You are all welcome.

My name is Hubert de Marais.

This is my family's plantation.

It has been such for 70 years...

...and it will be such
until we are all dead.

Captain, accept the flag
of Tyrone Miller...

...on behalf of a grateful nation.

This food is really wonderful,
ain't it? The wine, the sauces.

I can't believe it.

Can I speak with the chef?

The chef speaks only Vietnamese.

No kidding. He cooks like this
and he can't even speak French?

Hey, Lance, the chef's a slope.

Hey, Lance!

No, you still need to study
with Mr. Robert.

- Let's go.
- Not too bad.

Now, go to bed, everyone.

This is Baudelaire.

It's a very cruel poem for children,
but they need it,

because life sometime
is very cruel.

As you can see.

- Attack repelles by the family.
- Just for this war.

Viet Cong, 58.

North Vietnamese, 12.

South Vietnamese, 11.

Americans, six?

Yes, well, they were...
perhaps mistake.

Ah, Roxanne!

You were curious to see
these Americans, weren't you?

No, I was only hungry.

May I present Captain Willard?
He's of a paratroop regiment.

- Madame Sarrault.
- Captain.

- "An angel passes..."
- 'Let's butcher it!"

Do you remember
this story in Paris,

when the baron said,
"Let’s cut the angel?"

I don't think that is
the subject tonight.

Oh, I'm sorry, Captain.
Was just a little story about Paris...

...and people starving
during the war.

They are all around the table
and there was a silence.

Somebody say,
"An angel is passing by."

So somebody said, "Let's eat it."

How long... can you
possibly stay here?

We stay forever.

No, no, I mean,

when will you go
back home to France?

I mean, this is our home, Captain.

Sooner or later you're...

No!

You don't understand
our mentality!

The French Officer mentality!

At first, we lose
in Second World War.

I don't say that
you American win, but we lose!

- Oh, Papa.
- When I speak, you shut up!

In Dien Bien Phu, we lose!
In Nigeria, we lose!

In Indochina, we lose!

But here, we don't lose!

This piece of earth, we keep it!
We will never lose that, never!

The Americans...

In...

...1945, yes,

after the Japanese War,

your President Roosevelt
didn't want the French people...

...to stay in Indochina.

So... you Americans
invent the Viet Minh.

- What's he mean?
- Yeah, that's true.

The Viet Cong were invented
by the American, sir.

The American?

Now you take the French place,
and the Viet Minh fight you,

and what can you do?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The Vietnamese are very intelligence.
You never know what they think.

The Russian wants to help them.

"Come and give us their money.
We are all Communist.

Chinese, give us gun.
We are all brothers."

They hate the Chinese!

Maybe they hate the American less
than the Russian and the Chinese.

I mean, if tomorrow
the Vietnamese are Communist,

they will be Vietnamese Communist.

And this is something that you
never understood, you American.

I don't know. Maybe in the future...

...we can make something
with the Viet Minh.

Don't you understand?

The VC say, "Go away! Go away!"

That's finished for all
the white people in Indochina!

If you're French, American,
that's all the same!

Go! They want to forget you!

Look, Captain...

Come on, Philippe,
it's enough now!

Look, this is the truth. An egg.

The white left...

...but the yellow stay!

Come on, stay with us.
What's going on?

They don't want to face the truth!

When I was in Saigon, I...
spoke to an American politician,

and he explained it very well.
He said, "Look...

...yesterday it was Korea,

today, Vietnam, tomorrow,
Thailand, the Philippines,

then maybe Europe."

Come on, why not Europe?

Look what happened in
Czechoslovakia recently!

And even before
the Second World War,

the Americans knew exactly
what was going on!

They don't want that shit
to take over!

LaFavre! LaFavre, stop it!

All you white people are shit!

They are fighting!
Fighting for freedom!

Freedom? Bullshit!

French bullshit! American bullshit!

Dien Bien Phu is a trap.

All soldier know
they are already dead.

You know anything
about Dien Bien Phu?

- Yeah, I know.
- No, you don't.

Not really.

Dien Bien Phu was
an error, you know?

- A military mistake.
- A mistake?

A voluntary mistake! Voluntary!

All the soldiers knew.
We knew we would be dead.

The generals and the colonels
believe it's impossible...

...for the Viet to get a cannon
up there in the mountains,

but they do.

Then they wait
for the rain to come.

When it comes,
no airplane can fly there.

And our paratroopers
jump at 90 meters.

I mean, you know,
90 meters, 70 meters...

I mean, that's crazy!
No army in the world can do that!

And they only do that to be dead
with their friends.

No, no!

The French army was sacrificed.

Sacrificed by the
politician safe at home.

They put the army in an impossible
situation where they couldn't win!

You exaggerate.

The students are marching in Paris,
protesting, demonstrating!

They stab the soldiers in ther back!

The soldier would
open the grenade,

it wouldn't work!

A piece of paper would fall.

"Union des femmes françaises."

"Union of French Woman."

"We are for the Viets."

Traitors!

Communist traitors at home!

Dien Bien Phu...

Okay, the French is shit.

No one care. No one want to...

You are bothering me, LaFavre!

Why don't you Americans
learn from us?

From our mistakes?

Mon dieu, with your army,
your strengths, your power,

you can win if you wanted to!

Be kind and help this
poor LaFavre who fell, please.

You can win!

You know, I'm sure we can make
something there.

I'm sure about it, you know?

I never do something wrong
to the people here.

I'm sorry, you know, but the Communist
at home have never been traitor.

No, never traitors.

For me, Mendes France
was a Communist!

France was a Socialist!

For me he was Communist!

- That's it!
- Socialist!

How do you want the government
to win when it is Communist?

Communists have always worked
for peace wherever they are!

They killed the French Army,
which was the strongest!

Destroyed because of who?
The Communists!

The army damaged itself by its attitude
toward the people here.

And why do you think
that it did that?

Because it understood
it had been sacrificed...

...by the Communist government!

- Socialist!
- Communist!

Socialist!

Excuse me, I have to go.
Captain, good night.

- It was a Socialist, you know?
- I know we can stay.

I know that we can stay. We can stay.

You know, we... we always...
help the people.

- We work with the people...
- Come on, we are leaving.

...so we can be friends,
we are agreed.

See, Captain, when...

...my grandfather...

...and my uncle's father
came here...

...there was nothing. Nothing.

The Vietnamese were nothing.

So, we worked hard, very hard.

We bought the rubber from Brazil...

...and then planted it here.

We took the Vietnamese,
work with them,

make something.

Something out of nothing.

So when you ask me why we want
to stay here, Captain,

we want to stay here because it's...
ours, it belongs to us.

It keeps our family together.

I mean, we fight for that!

While you American,

you are fighting for...

...the biggest nothing in history.

I'm sorry, Captain.

I will see if your men needs
any help to... to repair your boat...

...so that you can
go on with your war.

I apologize for my family, Captain.

We have all lost much here.

Hubert, his wife and two sons.

And I have lost a husband.

I understand.

You are tired of the war.

I can see on your face.

It was the same in the eyes
of the soldiers of our war.

We call them:
"Les Soldat Perdus."

"The lost soldiers."

If you like, we can have
some cognac.

No.

I'll see... I'll see about
my men and...

The war will be still
here tomorrow.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I noticed you had
no wine at dinner.

No, I don't drink wine.

I do like cognac, but...

...I don't want any now, thank you.

Well,

then I... I must drink alone.

Will you go back,
after the war, to America?

No.

Then you're like us.
Your home is here.

Do you know why you can never step
into the same river twice?

Yeah,

'cause it's always moving.

I used to prepare a pipe
for my husband.

It was the morphine he took for the wounds
he suffered in his heart.

He would rage and he would cry,
my lost soldier.

And I said to him:

"There are two of you,
don't you see?

One that kills and one that loves."

And he said to me:

"I don't know whether
I am an animal or a god."

But you are both.

You want more?

All that matters
is that you are alive.

You are alive, Captain.

That's the truth.

There are two of you,
don't you see?

One that kills...

...and one that loves.

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, goddamn 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 ya?

Do ya?

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
railroad 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 goddamn monkeys
bite you, I'll tell you.

Ah, 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, well, 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.

Uh, he's a poet warrior
in the classic sense.

I mean sometimes you'll... well, you'll say
hello to him, right, and...

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

And then sud... 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 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 know... I... 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 the floors
of silent seas."

- I mean...
- 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 mean...

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'd 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, uh, you don't...
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.

Hey, could you hold...
Hey, 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.

- I think you...
- 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!

I mean, 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 assholes 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...

...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 outta 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?

Well, 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.

Hey!

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?

- Uh-huh.
- 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.

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, uh, 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, huh?

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.

Oh, 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.

I mean, what are they gonna say, man,
when he's gone? Huh?

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

What are they gonna say about him?
What... 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!

Oh, Christ!

Time magazine,

the weekly news magazine,

September 22nd, 1967,

volume 90, number 12.

"The war on the horizon.

The American people
may find it hard to believe...

...that the US is winning
the war in Vietnam.

Nevertheless,

one of the most
exhaustive inquiries...

...into the status of
the conflict yet compiled...

...offers considerable evidence
that the weight of US power,

two and a half years
after the big buildup began,

is beginning to make itself felt.

White House officials
maintain the impact...

...of that strength...

...may bring the enemy
to the point where he could...

...simply be unable
to continue fighting."

Is this familiar?

"Because Lyndon Johnson
fears that the US public...

...is in no mood to accept
its optimistic conclusions,

he may never permit the report
to be released in full.

Even so, he is sufficiently
impressed with the findings...

...and sufficiently anxious to make
their conclusions known...

...to permit experts
who have been working on it...

...to talk about it
in general terms."

No date, Time magazine.

"Sir Robert Thompson,

who led the victory over
Communist guerrillas in Malaya,

is now a Rand
Corporation consultant,

recently returned to Vietnam...

...to sound out the situation
for President Nixon.

He told the President last week...

...that things felt much better...

...and smelled much
better over there."

How do they smell to you, soldier?

You'll be free.
You'll be under guard.

Read these at your leisure.

Don't lose them.

Don't try to escape.
You'll be shot.

We can talk of these things later.

"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...
- Oh, he's out there.

In our dry cellar"

He's really out there.

"Shape without form,

shade without color,

Paralyzed 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, you know...
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.

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... 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 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 judgment.
Without judgment.

Because it's judgment
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...

...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.