- 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 1 6.
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! Goddamn 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!
- 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.
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! Goddamn 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 'im.
I told you not to stop. Now let's go.
It was a way we had over here of living with our selves.
We'd cut 'em in half with a machinegun 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 Nun 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!
Goddamn 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?
- Goddamn 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!
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. Geez, 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, 1 3,000 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 grand children 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 1 6 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, 1 2.
South Vietnamese, 1 1 .
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 1 945, 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 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.
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.
'T was 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.
'T 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'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, 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.
On the fifties.
He was close.
He was real close.
l 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 l 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 goddamn 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.
PBR Street Gang, this is Almighty standing by. Over.
Oh, Jesus!
Oh, Christ!
Time magazine.
The weekly newsmagazine.
September 22, 1 967. Volume 90...
number 1 2.
``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 guerillas 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.
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 fuckin' 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.
Come on, baby take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the 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 airplanes because...
it's obscene.
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.
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