Apocalypse Now Redux Page #3

MEN (Chanting)

I wanna go to Vietnam.

I wanna kill a Vietcong-

WILLARD (V.O.)

I was going to the worst place in

the world, and I didn't even know

it yet. Weeks away and hundreds

of miles up river that snaked

through the war like a circuit

cable...plugged straight into Kurtz.

He follows the escort across the fields as the platoon

drills.

WILLARD (V.O.)

It was no accident that I got to

be the caretaker of Colonel Walter

E. Kurtz's memory, any more that

being back in Saigon was an

accident. There was no way to

tell his story without telling my

own. And if his story is really a

confession, then so is mine.

They approach a civilian-type luxury trailer. It is

surrounded by concertina wire, and its windows have grenade

protection, but it still seems out of place in this austere

military base.

CLOSER ON WILLARD

He stands before the door for a moment, as the M.P.s

guarding the trailer check his papers.

INT. TRAILER - DAY

Cool and comfortable, furnished like home. Pictures on

the walls, certificates, photos of Presidents Kennedy,

Johnson and Nixon and other mementos decorating the room.

A small table is covered with linen and place settings for

three.

Willard enters. He salutes, and the COLONEL salutes him

back.

COLONEL:

(to Willard)

Captain. Good. Come on in.

WILLARD:

Thank you, sir.

COLONEL:

Stand at ease.

Willard notices somebody O.S. and reacts.

WILLARD:

General.

The General crosses over to a cabinet and picks up a pack

of cigarettes, as the CAMERA REVEALS a CIVILIAN; probably

with the Department of Defense, sitting at the bar, and a

GENERAL sitting on a sofa.

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