[War Movies] Apocalypse Now (1979) Full Movie In English [HD 1080p]

It is the height of the war in Vietnam, and U.S. Army Captain Willard is sent by Colonel Lucas and a General to carry out a mission that, officially, 'does not exist - nor will it ever exist'. The mission: To seek out a mysterious Green Beret Colonel, Walter Kurtz, whose army has crossed the border into Cambodia and is conducting hit-and-run missions against the Viet Cong and NVA. The army believes Kurtz has gone completely insane and Willard's job is to eliminate him! Willard, sent up the Nung River on a U.S. Navy patrol boat, discovers that his target is one of the most decorated officers in the U.S. Army. His crew meets up with surfer-type Lt-Colonel Kilgore, head of a U.S Army helicopter cavalry group which eliminates a Viet Cong outpost to provide an entry point into the Nung River. After some hair-raising encounters, in which some of his crew are killed, Willard, Lance and Chef reach Colonel Kurtz's outpost, beyond the Do Lung Bridge. Now, after becoming prisoners of Kurtz, will...

Director: Francis Ford Coppola (as Francis Coppola)
Writers: John Milius, Francis Ford Coppola (as Francis Coppola)
Stars: Martin Sheen, Marlon Brando, Robert Duvall

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend

The end

Of our elaborate plans

The end

Of everything that stands

The end

No safety nor surprise

The end

I'll never look into your eyes

Again

Can you picture

What will be

So limitless and free

Desperately in need

Of some

Stranger's hand

In a

Desperate land

Lost in a Roman

Wilderness of pain

And all the children

Are insane

All the children

Are insane

Waiting for the summer rain

Yeah

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.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Yeah

Come on, babe, come on now
Livin' life, yeah

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Yeah

Fuck, yeah, come on, baby

Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck

Oh, yeah, oh, fuck

Yeah, do it, yeah, come on

Yeah, all right

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

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 comin'.

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 Willard, 505th Battalion?
- Affirmative.

- 173rd Airborne?
- Yeah.

- Assigned to SOG?
- Hey, buddy, 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
Com-Sec 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 a hold of him good.

We're gonna take a shower, Captain.
In we go.

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.

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.

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.

You want a cigarette?

No, thank you, sir.

- Have you ever seen this man before?
- No, sir.

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

Not personally.

- You've worked a lot on your own?
- Yes, sir, I have.

Your report
specifies intelligence...

counterintelligence
with Com-Sec, "l" Corps.

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

Did you not work for
the CIA in "l" 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 notice that you have
a bad hand there. You wounded?

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

- Fishing on R and 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.

I swear, 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.

Oh, 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 Col. Kurtz's voice.

I watched a snail...

crawl along the edge
of a straight razor.

That's my dream.

That's my nightmare.

Crawling, slithering...

along the edge...

of a straight razor...

and surviving.

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.

Col. Kurtz was 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 Col. 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 on 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.

Mornin', Captain.

The crew were
mostly just kids...

rock and 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 fifties...

was a famous surfer
from the beaches south of L.A.

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 the 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 chiefs 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 Lung.

He was regular army too.

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 a thousand decorations.

Et cetera, et cetera.

I'd 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 to Vietnam.

Hey, what's that?

- Arc light.
- What's up?

- B-52 strike.
- Yeah?

- What's that?
- Arc light.

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

Charlie don't never
see 'em or hear 'em, 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 kilometers ahead.

Well, Air Mobile.
Those boys just couldn't stay put.

Hey, 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 keeping running by.
We're for television.

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

This is for television.
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.

Just go by. Keep on going.

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

All right, come on. Go.

Right here. Yes.
Over here. Over here.

Where can I find the CO?

That's the colonel comin' 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
Com-Sec 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.
- Colonel!

But 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?
- 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 Vietcong
and North Vietnamese.

Jim.

We are here to help you.

- We extend a welcome hand...
- Come on.

-to those who would like to return...
- Everybody in?

to the arms of
the South Vietnamese government.

Get in. Hurry up.

Move it out.

This is an area
that is controlled...

by the Vietcong
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 do you have to say?

This soldier is dirty VC. He wants
water. He can drink paddy water.

Get outta here!
Give me that canteen.

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

Get outta here!
I'll kick your fuckin' 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.

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 Johnson.
- Gunner's Mate Third Class...

- Lance Johnson, the surfer?
- Yes, sir.

It's an honor to meet you. 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.

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

- This guy with ya?
- Yeah.

I want you to meet some guys.

- This is Mike from San Diego.
- Far out.

- Johnny from Malibu. Solid surfers.
- John, hi. Far out.

None of us are anywhere
near your class though.

No way.

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

Fly down to Yung 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.

Let us bring
our iniquities 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...

and forgive us our trespasses...

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?
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 sure of.

That village you're pointing at
is kind of hairy.

- 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 goddam 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.

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

with a bowl section
that's unbelievable.

It's just tube city.

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 goddam beach break.

It's really hairy in there.
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 draught at the mouth of
that river may be too shallow.

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

This is the First of the Ninth,
Air-Cav, son.

Air mobile! I can take that point
and hold it as long as I like.

You can get anyplace up that river
that suits you, young Captain.

Hell, a six-foot peak.

Take a gunship
back to the division.

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

Bring me my Yater Spoon,
the eight-six.

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

It's 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 pickin' up the boat!

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

All right, son, let 'er rip.

Let's go!

I never have got used to a light
board. 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 light board?
- Heavier.

- Really?
- Yeah!

I thought all the young guys
like lighter boards.

- You can't ride the nose on those.
- Big Duke Six.

This is Eagle Thrust Seven.
We've got it spotted.

Duke Six to Eagle Thrust.

Put on heading two-seven-zero.
Assume attack formation.

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

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

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
Fox Trot. Shall we dance?

Yes, sir!

- Come on!
- All right. Fire.

We got a couple...
at that tree line.

We're taking fire from the holes.

Run, Charlie!

This should make
everything burn.

We got a couple
of people ahead here.

-What's going down here?
-We got an automatic! Shoot to kill!

-Shoot to kill in the open!
-I spotted a large weapon down below.

We're gonna go down
and check it out.

All right, this is Fox Trot.
We're pullin' in.

What a shot.

Outstanding, Red Team. Outstanding.
Get you a case of beer for that.

Six-four-one-zero,
we're over the village right now.

I see a vehicle in the courtyard.
I'm gonna check it out.

Well done, Hawks.

Want some twenty-Mike-Mike-Vulcan
along those tree lines.

Ripple the shit out of 'em.

Got a vehicle on the bridge,
50 caliber 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 outta here!

Un-ass that shit.
Get it outta here!

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

- 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.

Hold on to your position.

Duke Six, we've got
wounded down there.

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

- Please, God! Help me!
- Give him some morphine.

My God! Oh!

- Seven-four-two!
- 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 Ten-Ten. We're gonna be in,
throw 'em on and get out.

She's got a grenade!

She's got a grenade!

The whole thing blew up.

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

- Get a medevac.
- Holy Christ, she's a SAP.

I'm gonna get
that dink bitch.

Get over there, Johnny. Roll
that right skid right up her ass.

We gotta get some air
in these trees.

It's goddam eat-up
with enemy down here.

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

Three o'clock!
I'm drawing heavy fire!

I'm hit! Mayday! Mayday!
I'm goin' 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 goddam 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.

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

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

That clear? Get going.
I'll cover for 'em.

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?

We ought to wait
for the tide to come up.

- Come here. Look.
- Incoming!

The tide doesn't come in
for six hours!

You wanna wait here
for six hours?

Yo! Chief! Chief!

Okay, fellas, quit hiding.
Come on! Let's go!

- Dick-heads, take off!
- Goddam it!

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

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

I'm not afraid
to surf this place!

I'll surf this fuckin' place.

Give me that R-T, soldier.

Dove Four, this is Big Duke Six.
Goddam it!

I want that tree line bombed!

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

Blow them into the Stone Age, son!

- Out!
- No, back, no!

Let me take care of this.
Get that out of here!

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

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

Hawk One-Two, Dove One-Three.

They need some napalm in the tree
line. Can you put it down there?

Right, One-Three. We're fixin'
to fuck with 'em. 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.

Put 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 outta here!

Tell my guys I want my board!

Big Duke Six,
this is Dove One-Three.

The jets are inbound now. You got
about 30 seconds to bomb 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
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 'em out there.

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.

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 smelled like...

victory.

Someday this war's gonna end.

- Lance! The wind!
- Huh?

- The wind!
- What?

It's blowin' onshore!
It's gonna blow this place out.

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

It's the goddam napalm!
That's what's doin' it!

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

The kid's got a reputation.

You can't expect him
to surf those sloppy waves.

- I understand.
- I'm an artist, Bill.

- I couldn't surf that stuff.
- I apologize. It's not my fault.

The waves are gettin'
blown out by the napalm.

Don't get me wrong...

It was the bombs causing
a vortex with the wind.

I accept your apology.

But if you could hang
around 20 minutes...

- 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!

- Wanna say good-bye to the colonel?
- No.

- You sure?
- Yeah!

- Get the fuck outta here.
- It's the napalm.

Just wait 20 minutes!

Damn! Fuck!

They've been lookin' for ya.

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

Here!

Incoming!

That's the colonel's surfboard!

Hey, get the fuck off me!
It's mine!

You fucking Airborne!

- Lance.
- Chef, light up, man.

Come on. Let's get high.

- Wanna 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 any more.

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 hurtin' 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.

You know, 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.

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
fuckin' much, man.

Do you think
he would have shot us?

He wouldn't have shot us
on the beach...

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

Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learnin' how

Let's get this board
out of my turret.

Sucker.

How am I going to 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.

He's probably got them all over
the river with that recording.

We'll have to hold 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?
- Hmm?

Just how far up
this river we goin'?

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

We're goin' 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.

Maybe you'll get
a chance to know...

what the fuck you are
in some factory in Ohio.

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

- Take somebody with ya.
- 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 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.

Cook school... that did it.

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

They lined us up in front
of a hundred yards of prime rib.

All of us, you know,
lined up lookin' 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 grey.

I couldn't fucking
believe that one.

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

What is it?

Charlie?

It's a tiger!

Son of a bitch!
It's a tiger, man! It's a tiger!

Battle stations.
Lance, up front.

- Get on your 60!
- Got it.

- Holy shit! A fuckin' tiger!
- Chef, come on!

- Captain, come on!
- Let's hop in and go!

Let's go!

You were right.
Never get out of the boat.

- Bring that 60 forward!
- Why never get out of the boat?

I gotta remember!
Never get out of the boat!

Never get out of the boat!

- How many is it?
- A fuckin' tiger!

- What?
- A tiger?

Yes! I've had it! I've had
the whole goddam fuckin' shit, man!

You can kiss my ass
on the county square...

because I'm fuckin' buggin' out.

I didn't come here for this.

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

I didn't get out the goddam
eighth grade for this kind of shit!

All I wanted to do
was fuckin' cook!

I just wanted to learn
to fuckin' cook, man!

- You're all right.
- What happened, bro?

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

All right?
It's gonna be all right?

Never get out
of the fuckin' boat.

Hi, tiger! Bye, tiger!
Goodbye!

Never get out of the boat.

Absolutely goddam right...

unless you were
going all the way.

Kurtz got off the boat.

He split from
the whole fuckin' programme.

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.

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.
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 fuckin' 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.

Come on, baby

Thought you might have
heard by now from Elwood.

October 1967.
On special assignment...

Kontoom 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...

Wow.

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

We gotta get
all that stuff up.

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

I bet you we can score up here.

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 five...

Come on, man! Move!

We don't have time. One hour.
That's all. What do you want?

- Can I get some Panama Red?
- Yeah, I'll get you Panama Red.

- Sergeant?
- Destination?

I don't have no destination.

I can't do a goddam thing
without a destination.

- Sarge? Sarge?
- I need a destination!

I can't do a thing about it
with a destination.

These guys are with me.
Destination's classified.

I carry priority papers
from Com-Sec Intelligence.

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

Eight bucks for that...
Hey!

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.

Would you guys like some seats...
some press box seats for the show?

The show out here.

- Bunnies, bunnies.
- Playboy bunnies?

You got it.
You gonna be here?

Hey, listen, Captain,
on the house.

No hard feelings, huh?

How ya doin' out there?

I said, how ya doin' out there?

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

to all of you
out there who work...

so goddam hard
in Operation Brute Force!

Hello, all you
paratroopers out there!

And the marines!
And the sailors!

We wanna let you know
that we're proud of you!

We know how tough
and how hard it's been.

To prove it we're gonna give you
entertainment you're gonna like.

Miss August,
Miss Sandra Beatty.

Miss May,
Miss Terri Teray! Yeah!

And the playmate of the year,
Miss Carrie Foster! Yeah!

Yo! Whoa!

Oh, Susie-Q

Oh, Susie-Q

- Oh, Susie-Q baby, I love you
- Hello!

Susie-Q

I like the way you walk

I like the way you talk

I like the way you walk

I like the way you talk
Susie-Q

Oh, Susie-Q

Oh, Susie-Q

Oh, Susie-Q
Baby, I love you

Susie-Q

I love you!

- Come on!
- What's the matter?

Come on, baby!

Grease my gun!

I'm ready to powwow, baby!

Come on! All right!

You're cute. I like you.

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

Yeah!

- You fucking bitch!
- Take it off!

Take it off!

Hey, lover!
You want us to come over!

- I sure do!
- Sign my centerfold!

Sign my centerfold!

Come on, baby!

Goddam!

Start her up. Hey!

Get out of my way!

Come on!

- Will you sign these?
- Let's go! Let's go!

Hurry!

So long!

Charlie didn't get much USO.

He was dug in too deep
or moving too fast.

His idea of great R and 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.

Hey, you know, 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.

Dig it.

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

Look at these beautiful
fuckin' jugs, man!

Yeah, so anyway,
he was workin' ARVN patrols.

One of them cocky gook asshole
lieutenants and shit...

One day the gook took his magazine
and wouldn't give it back.

He said, "Give me
my magazine back."

Gook say, "You shut up.
I have you court-martialed."

- Typical fuckin' ARVN.
- Yeah!

- Then the gook starts to go too far.
- Chef. Take the wheel.

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

Take the wheel.

He started sticking pinholes
and mutilating the centerfold.

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."

- Gook say "Fuck you" in Vietnamese.
- Damn.

The sergeant couldn't
handle it no more.

He just picked up his iron...

flipped it to
rock and roll and...

Boom!

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

It 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 nothin'.

Fuckin' 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 AMVN.

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

We have an important message
for all GI's...

who are living off base
from the mayor of Saigon.

He'd like you to hang
your laundry up indoors...

instead of on the windowsills.

The mayor wants you
to keep Saigon beautiful.

Now here's another blast from
the past going out to Big Sam...

who's all alone out there with
the 1st Battalion, 35th Infantry...

and dedicated by the fire team
to their groovy CO.

-The Rolling Stones, "Satisfaction. "
- All right!

Watch out, Clean!

Get down, bubba!

I can't get no

Satisfaction

Hang on, Lance!

I can't get no

Satisfaction

'Cause I try and I try

- Get down, bubba!
-And I try and I try

I can't get no

I can't get no

Yeah!

When I'm drivin' in my car

-And the man comes on the radio
- Tell 'em you did it, Lance.

He's tellin' me
more and more

- I see you is right on target.
-About useless information

- Work out! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
- All right!

Look out, Lance!

That's what I say

"Commitment and
Counterinsurgency...

by Col. 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 and 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. Chicken time.

You ain't shittin', bro.
They're motherfuckin'.

Who is that?

Is that you, Lazzaro?

Don't chicken out.

Lazzaro!

Come on!

- Fire on the canopy!
- I got it! Get outta there!

Yeah! I got it!
I got it! I got it!

Lance, get down!

Put that fucker out, man!

What the fuck
they think they're doin'?

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.
After that his...

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

- Methods...
- If he'd pulled over...

- It all would have been forgotten.
- Unsound.

But he kept going.

- Now he's crossed into Cambodia...
- 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 what I'm doin'.

I'm goin' to the White House
to have dinner...

with the president
of the United States.

That's where I'm goin'.

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 clicks above the Do Lung 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...

but 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 KIA 's. Over.

"I 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 'em on the radio.

What a dump.

- Hi there!
- How ya doin'?

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

Never seen one
up here before.

We called in a request
for Medevac. You receive it?

Medevac? No.

We passed a downed Huey
with some KIA's.

- On your way here?
- Yeah.

- You goin' up this river?
- Way up.

- Way upriver? Forget it.
- Why?

We want to 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.

- Chief?
- Yeah, Captain?

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

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

Hey, don't leave without me.

Hey, soldier, where's your CO?

Don't ask me, man.

Give my clothes back,
you asshole!

Asshole!

Hey, guys, where's the CO?

He stepped on a land mine about two
months ago. He got blown to hell.

- Who's in charge here?
- Charge?

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

Just do 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...
- 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. Hey, come on.

Hey, how ya doin', 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.

Goddam, my ear,
you motherfucker!

- Get him off me, Chef.
- You smart-ass.

Hey, guys.

I got you!
I got your ass!

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

- You pulled my fuckin'...
- Hey, 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.

Whoa. Whoa. Captain!

Hey! Hey! You shittin' 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 'em up, baby!
Warm 'em up!

Captain, we get in a fire fight
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.

You know, I got a...

I got every one
of your pictures.

I got the centerfold,
the playmate's review...

the playmate of the year run-off.

I even got the calendar.

Hey, oiseau.
How come you got a bird?

I used to be the bird girl
at Busch Gardens.

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

You are...

- 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 want to hear
about your bird act.

I'd love to hear
about your bird act.

But would you mind
just puttin' this...

Would you just mind putting
this black wig on for me, please?

And there's
this glass wall between you...

this invisible glass.

They can see
your mouth moving.

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

- That's beautiful.
- At Busch Gardens.

This was cascading over your
right shoulder. This was open here.

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

I used to train them to stand
on their head and ride a bicycle...

Your right hand was...

Hey, Chef!

- Get outta here, man!
- Come on!

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

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 open there.

- They're all blue...
- Take off, would you?

I got my rights, man!

They make you do things
you don't wanna do...

like, this picture here.

I started feeling
repulsed with myself.

You were just kind of bending
forward. Your ass kind of out a bit.

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

That's it. That's very...
That's it. Voila.

You're beautiful.
I just want to...

You know, I can't believe it.

Me, J. Hicks.
I can't believe I'm really here.

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 have 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 drivin' me crazy! Kiss me!
- I love birds!

You finished yet?

Oh! Fuck!

Like a bird!
Take me like a bird!

Fly, baby! Cock it to me!

- Fly!
- 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...

that I didn't want to do.

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

I didn't want to do it.

But they said that was
what was expected of me...

that that's what people
wanted to see.

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

Ha, ha! Hell,
I didn't know it was a cherry.

- Didn't know you never got no pussy.
- Shove it, fuckup.

Sorry about that. If I'd have
known, I'd take you to New Orleans.

- Man, fuck you.
- Introduce you to...

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

You're a fuckin' dog!

Come to New Orleans.
I'll get you fixed up, ya prick.

Lay off, Chef.

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

If I wanna play with a prick,
I'll play with my own.

Lay off!

What are you gonna
do with it, cherry boy?

Chef, I said lay off!

Chef, knock it off! Give him
a break! What do you think I said?

Then give your jaws a rest!

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.

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 'em go.

These boats are running supplies
in this delta, Captain.

I'm gonna take a look.

My mission's got priority.

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!

Can couc, you too.

- 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 fuckin' boat.

- There ain't nothin' on it.
- Board it and search it.

Just some baskets and
some ducks, fuckin' bananas.

- Ain't nothin' on it.
- Chef?

- What's wrong? Search it.
- There's the goat and some fish.

- Chef!
- Fuckin' vegetables...

- Get on that boat!
- There's nothin' on it, man!

- Get on it!
- All right!

Move it, asshole!
Goddam it!

Just some pigs! Look, mangoes!

- What's in the rice bag?
- Fuckin' rice!

- Look in there!
- Some fuckin' fish!

More coconuts.
Rice. Here's rice.

- What's in that vegetable basket?
- Get out of here!

Come on!

Check that vegetable basket!

- All right!
- Shut up, slope!

- There ain't nothin' in here!
- What's in the boxes?

- Look in that rusty can.
- Nothing!

Just fuckin' rice!
There ain't nothin' on it!

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

Chef!

Motherfuckers!

Motherfuckers!

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

- Motherfucking cocksuckers mothers!
- Hold it! Hold it!

Let's kill all the assholes!
Shoot the shit outta all of 'em.

- 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!

- You all right?
- See what she was runnin' for?

It's a fuckin' puppy.

It's a fuckin' puppy.

Give me that dog!

- Give me that dog!
- No! You're not gonna get it!

- Give it to me!
- Give me the fuckin' dog, asshole!

Fuck you! Fuckin' mango too!

- Chef...
- You want that?

She's moving behind you.
She's alive. Check her out.

Chef! She's moving behind you.
Check her out!

All right. All right.
Come on, Clean! Goddam it!

She's not dead. She's wounded.
Give him a hand.

Just take it easy.
Take it easy!

- Slow down and take it easy.
- Chef, wait a minute.

- Bring her up.
- Is she breathing?

She's hurt. She's bleedin'.

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

- What are you talking about?
- We're taking her to some friendlies.

- She's wounded. She's not dead.
- Get out of there.

The book says...

Fuck you. Fuck him.

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

It was a way we had over here
of living with ourselves.

We'd cut 'em in half with a
machine gun and give 'em 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 Lung Bridge was the last
army outpost on the Nung River.

Beyond it,
there was only Kurtz.

- What do you think?
- It's beautiful.

Huh? What's the matter with you?

You're acting kind of weird.

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

- I dropped it.
- You dropped acid?

Far out.

Friendly!
Friendly! Friendly!

Take me home!

Goddam it!

- Fucking shore police! Shit!
- Man, you wanna die?

Don't keep goin'!

- You fuckin' police!
- Don't leave me!

Fuck you!

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.

- Don't know how happy this makes me.
- 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
and get some information.

Pick me up at the other side
of the bridge.

Somebody go with him. Chef.

I'll go.

I wanna go.

Man, listen
to the music, man.

Where can I find the CO?

You came right to it,
son of a bitch!

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?

- Goddam it! You stepped in my face.
- I 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, nigger?

What are you shooting at, soldier?

What the fuck
ya think I'm shootin' 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. Listen.

Oh, shit. He's trying to call
his friends. Send up a flare.

Think you so bad, huh, nigger?
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 so bad?

I got something for your ass now,
nigger! I got something for you now!

He's underneath the bodies, man.

Go get the Roach for me.

Go get the Roach, nigger!
Go get the Roach.

Roach. Roach.

Got slopes on the wire, man.
You hear 'em?

Do you hear 'em?

Fuck you, GI!

We'll bust 'em!

Hey, GI, fuck you!

Fuck you, GI!

Fuck you, GI!

Hear him out there
on the wire, man?

- I kill you, GI!
- You need a flare?

He's close, man.
He's real close.

Fuck you, GI!
I kill you!

Fuck you, GI!

GI, fuck you!

GI! GI...

Motherfucker.

Hey, soldier.

Do you know who's
in command here?

Holy shit.

Hey, Chief, man. Two guys
just got blown off that bridge.

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

- What's that?
- Mail, man. Mail.

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 goin'.

Which way, Captain?

You know which way, Chief.

You're on your own, Captain.

Still wanna go on?

It's 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!

You got one, Miller.
Jeez, I got some too.

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 waitin' for this one.

I got another one.
I got a box from Eva.

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

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

Man, I wanna get back
to Antoine's.

"I remember the time we went up to..."
How could I fucking forget? 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 Col. Kurtz.

Saigon was carrying him MIA
for his family's sake...

but 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, man.
- Hey, Lance, put away that smoke.

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

Hey, Chief,
get a good whiff.

Eva can't picture me
in Vietnam.

She pictures me at home
having a beer watching TV.

Hey, Lance, man.

Oh, hot potato,
hot potato.

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

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

Here I am,
13,000 fucking miles away...

trying to keep a relationship
with 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.

Fuckers!

There! Over there!

Motherfuckers!

There. Over there!

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

Where'd the dog go?

Lance! Lance!
They got Clean.

Where's the dog?
We gotta go back and get the dog.

Hey, Clean. Hey.

Hey, bubba.

Bubba, you can't die,
you fucker!

Hey, bubba.

And so I'm hoping 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 'em 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 'em
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, Mom.

Hold on.

Throw me the glasses.

Lance, take a 16 on the bow.

Chef. Chef.
On the 60.

Fuck me.

Cover the captain. Lance.

Cover the captain.

They're French.
They're French.

Pick up that weapon!
Pick it up! Pick it up!

Stand fast. Captain.

All right, you men.
Put down your weapons.

We lost one of our men.

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

You're all welcome.

My name is Hubert DeMarais.

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,
isn't it? The wine, the sauces.

I can't believe it.
Hey, can I speak with the chef?

The chef speak
only Vietnamese.

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

Hey, Lance,
the chef's a slope.

This is Baudelaire.
It's a very cruel poem for children.

But they need it, 'cause
life sometimes is very cruel.

As you can see.

Attack repels by the family.

Just for this war.

Vietcong, 58.
North Vietnamese, 12.

South Vietnamese, 11.

Americans, six?

Yes. Well, there were
perhaps mistakes.

May I present Captain Willard.
He is of a paratroop regiment.

Madame Sarrault.

Captain.

Oh, I'm sorry, Captain.
It was just a little story...

about Paris and people
starving during the war.

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

"An angel is passing by."

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

Oh.

How long can you
possibly stay here?

We stay forever.

No, no. I mean...

why don't you go
back home to France?

- Back home?
- I mean, this is our home, Captain.

Sooner or later, you're...

You don't understand
our mentality...

the French officer mentality!

At first, we lose
in Second World War.

I don't say that you
Americans win, but we lose.

Oh, Papa...

In Dien Bien Phu, we lose.
In Algeria, we lose.

In Indochina, we lose!

But here we don't lose!

This piece of earth,
we keep it.

We will never lose it.
Never!

You Americans.

In 1945, yeah...

after the Japanese war,
your President Roosevelt...

didn't want the French people
to stay in Indochina.

So...

you Americans implant
the Vietminh.

What's he mean?

Yeah, that's true. The Vietcong
were invented by the Americans.

The Americans?

And now you take
the French place...

and the Vietminh fight you.

And what can you do?

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

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

The Russian ones who help them,
"Come and give us their money.

We are all Communists. Chinese,
give us guns. 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 Communists...

they will be Vietnamese Communists.

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

I don't know.

Maybe in the future we can make
something with the Vietminh.

Don't you understand?

The VC say,
"Go away. Go away."

That's finish 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.

Look, this is the truth.
An egg.

The white left...

but the yellow stays!

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

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.

Even before Second World War Americans
knew exactly what was going on.

They don't want
that shit to take over! LeFevre!

All you white people are shit.

They are fighting...
fighting for freedom.

Freedom? Bullshit.

French bullshit.
American bullshit.

Dien Bien Phu,
that serious.

All soldiers 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.

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 Viets...

to get the cannon
up there in the mountains.

But they do. Then they wait
for the rain to come.

When it comes,
no aeroplane 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.

The French Army was sacrificed.

Sacrificed by the politicians
safe at home.

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

The students are
marching in Paris...

protesting, demonstrating.

They stab the soldiers
in their back.

The soldier would open
the grenade, it wouldn't work.

A piece of paper would fall...

"Union of French Women."
"We are for the Viets."

Traitors!
Communist traitors at home.

Dien Bien Phu, okay.

The French is shit, huh?

No one care.
No one want...

Why don't you Americans
learn from us, from our mistakes?

Mon Dieux, with your army,
your strength...

your power, you could win
if you want to!

You can win.

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

I'm sure about it,
you know?

I never do something wrong
to the people here.

That's right, but the Communist
at home have never been traitors.

- Communist!
- Socialist!

Capitaine, good night.
He was a Socialist, you know.

We can stay. I know
that we can stay. We can.

You know, we always
helped the people.

We work with the people.

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, and brought...

the rubber from Brazil,
and then plant 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 Americans,
you are fighting for...

the biggest nothing in history.

I'm sorry, Captain. I will see
if your men need any help 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 it in your face.

'Twas the same in the eyes
of the soldiers of our war.

We called them
"Les Soldats Perdus..."

The Lost Soldiers.

If you like,
we can have some cognac.

I have to...
to 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?

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.

'Twas 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'm an animal or a god."

But you are both.

You want more?

All that matters
is that you're 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 stoppin'.

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 riskin'
no more lives.

I'm in command here, goddam 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.

On the fifties.

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 going to 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 into 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!

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!

Fuckin' 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 fuckin' crazy.

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

or some fuckin'
railroad tracks or somethin'.

- That's all right.
- 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 movin'.

Lance, keep your hands
away from the guns.

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

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

Hey, zap 'em with your siren, man.
Zap 'em with your siren.

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

And watch out. Those goddam
monkeys will bite you, I'll tell you.

Ah, that's a pretty one.
Move it right in towards 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.

- 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.

Hoo-wee, baby. 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...

to take him away.

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

Him! Col. 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 Col. Kurtz?

Hey, Mac.
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.

I mean, sometimes he'll...

Well, you say hello to him,
right?

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

Then suddenly he'll grab you and he'll
throw you in a corner and he'll say...

"Do you know that 'if'
is the middle word in 'life'?

If you can keep your head when all about
you are losing theirs and blaming 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 floors
of silent seas."

- I mean...
- Stay with the boat.

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

He can be terrible
and 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 could 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.

See, just lay cool.
Lay cool.

Lay back. Dig it.

He gets friendly again.
He really does.

But you don't... 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.

I, uh... 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 were gonna call him crazy?
- Fuckin' 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 should...
- 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 fuckin' pagan idolatry.
Look around you!

- Shit, he's loco.
- Then you'll help me?

Fuckin' 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 fuckin' spaced out,
they wouldn't even know it.

I ain't afraid of all them
fuckin' 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 mean, 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.

- 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?

Well, what do you
want me to do?

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 zero-niner-two-six-
four-seven-one-two.

It's all in there.

Zero-niner-two-six-
four-seven-one-two.

Everything I saw told me
that Kurtz had gone insane.

The place was full of bodies...

North Vietnamese,
Vietcong, Cambodians.

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

It smelled like
slow death in there...

malaria...

and 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...

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

It's all wild and overgrown now.
But for about...

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.

It's 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 the bill.

Why, huh?

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

Feeling pretty good, huh?

Why?

Do 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
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.

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.

PBRStreet Gang, this is
Almighty standing by. Over.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, Christ!

Time magazine.

The weekly newsmagazine.

September 22, 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 build-up 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 at peace
filled with straw.

Alas, our dried voices
when we whisper together...

are quiet and meaningless
as wind in dry grass...

or a rat's feet over
broken glass in a 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?

This is dialectics.
It's very simple dialectics.

It's 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?

That's dialectic physics, okay.

Dialectic logic is,
there's only love and hate.

You either love somebody
or you hate 'em.

Mutt!

You mutt.

This is the way
the fucking world is.

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 say.

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...

that they had the strength...

the strength...

to do that.

If I had ten 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.

PBRStreet Gang,
this is Almighty. Over.

PBRStreet Gang, this is
Almighty standing by. Over.

PBRStreet 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 fuckin' army any more.

Everybody wanted me to do it.

Him most of all.

I felt like he was up there...

waiting for me
to take the pain away.

He just wanted to go out
like a soldier...

standing up.

Not like some poor,
wasted, rag-assed renegade.

Even the jungle wanted him dead.

And that's who he really
took his orders from anyway.

Come on, baby
take a chance with us

Come on, baby
take a chance with us

Come on, baby
take a chance with us

And meet me at the back
of the blue bus tonight

Blue bus tonight

Blue bus tonight
Blue

Come on, yeah

We train young men
to drop fire on people...

but their commanders...

won't allow them
to write "fuck"...

on their aeroplanes because...

it's obscene.

The horror.

The horror.

Calling PBRStreet Gang.

PBRStreet Gang, this is Almighty.
Do you read me? Over.

PBRStreet Gang?

PBRStreet Gang,
this is Almighty...

The horror.

The horror.