APOCALYPSE NOW REDUX an original screenplay by John Milius and Francis Ford Coppola Narration written by Michael Herr Final Draft - A Transcription First published in the United S.
1 - DAWNIt is very in the dawn - blue throughthe and a foul swamp. A mist to thetrees. This be the of a ago.Our CLOSER, the mist, tothe water. A to the surface;then another. Suddenly, but quietly, a form toemerge; a helmet.
And mud pour off a setof eyes just the mud. On a helmet,in a hand, are the words: 'Gook Killer.' The head that the tough-looking soldierbeneath has long hair and beard; he has noshirt on, only of - his body ispainted in an odd pattern.
He to theright; he to the left; he CAMERA, andslowly back into the swamp, completely.Our HOLDS, We to natural, thoughunrecognizable SOUNDS, far off in the distance.We TO a of logs half in theswamp; and part of what to be a beer canin the mud. A hand out, and the beer can disappears.As we UP, we that the log is hollowand the rear of a M-60 gun, hand paintedin a design.Now the AWAY, the growth, PASTthe of what to be inambush, an hat made from and bushes.ACROSS to a dark the legs of in blackpajamas move our ever VIEW.Their feet, and no impression; makeno sound. A of a pair ofeyes in the the path, and watching.The the Vietnamese, FASTERAND them, suddenly, in frontabout ten feet away, an clad in ragsand and a 12 shotguncasually at his side, in of them. He smileslaconically, and that rip THROUGHUS. By the shot, the outwith FIRE.Out as the men us are and torn,screaming and into the jungle. More AMERICANSappear; unexplainably, out of the growth.
It is now thatwe the in they are dressed.Some wear helmets, wear hats made fromfeathers and of animals. Some of them have longsavage-looking hair; crew-cut or shaved;they wear bandoliers, flak jackets, and else.They wear or no at all, and theirbodies and are in patterns.They one with the and mist, USas they move.The we saw from the swamp, drippingmud, his FIRE.We to move with one Vietnamese, breathlesslyrunning for his life; we INTO the with him,only to be on a of a AMERICANpainted and like an Indian. VIEWFALLS him to the ground, UPWARDS, as FLAMEand us. Men and diearound us. The amid the and EXPLOSIONSare and terrible, as the isfrightened.An a hat with a Signon it, war paint, US, downTOWARD with a knife, to thedead.OUR AWAY, with the of aVietnamese soldier, FASTER, only to bestopped by of the savage-looking AMERICANSwith ornamentation, only a loin-clothand beret.
He his flame-thrower USand the and we are in flame,bright orange-red flame. Outrageous, loud,electric the:Rate this script: (4.67 / 3 votes).