Apocalypse Now Redux Page #5

Willard gets up and moves towards the dining table with

the general and the civilian. They sit down.

GENERAL:

I noticed that you have a bad hand

there. Are you wounded?

WILLARD:

Had a little fishing accident on R

and R, sir.

GENERAL:

Fishing on R and R?

WILLARD:

Yes, sir.

GENERAL:

But you're feeling fit? You're

ready for duty?

WILLARD:

Yes, General. Very much so, sir.

The food is being passed around.

GENERAL:

Well, let's see what we have here.

Roast beef, and usually it's not

bad.

(to civilian)

Try some, Jerry. Pass it around.

To save a little time, we might

pass both ways.

(to Willard)

Captain, I don't know how you feel

about this shrimp, but if you eat

it, you'll never have to prove

your courage in any other way.

The colonel, who is not eating with them, walks to the

table, holding a small photo.

COLONEL:

(to Willard)

Captain, you've heard of Captain

Walter E. Kurtz?

He shows the photo to Willard.

INSERT THE PHOTO

It's an eight-by-ten black-and-white portrait of an army

officer wearing a beret.

WILLARD:

Yes, sir. I've heard the name.

The Colonel accidentally drops the dossier. Papers, photos,

etc., scatter all over the floor. He stoops down to pick

them up.

COLONEL:

Jesus...Operations officer, Fifth

Special Forces.

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