英语剧本《猎鹿人》
时间:2007-10-27 22:00:02来源: 作者:
Deer Hunter, The (1978)
by Deric Washburn.
by Deric Washburn.
EXT. PENNSYLVANIA STEEL MILL - LIGHT SNOW - DAY
The plant is massive, grime-streaked, squatting in the valley
under five massive stacks, each one trailing a black ribbon
across the winter sky. Fires can be seen flickering through
the windows and long flames weave and dance from the tops of
guyed metal flues. Steam rises in clouds from vents and
chimneys and the sound of it all -- the hissing, the
clanging, the rumbling, the shrieking -- comes faintly, muted
by the falling snow.
In the foreground is a street -- COLUMBINE STREET -- which
inhabits the bottom of a narrow ravine and plunges directly
down the hillside, straight at the mill. Columbine is a sad
looking street, a grim-looking street, a street hanging on by
the skin of its teeth. Dilapidated stores hug the narrow
sidewalks. Battered signs squeak in the wind. Sandwiched
between the stores and scattered on twisting roads along the
hillside are narrow Victorian houses. These houses, which run
to three stories or more in height, all seem on the verge of
toppling over, and undoubtedly would, except that they are
all connected one to another by a mad arrangement of utility
lines which cross and re-cross between them with occasional
aid from a leaning pole.
MUSIC COMES UP -- dissonant, rather frightening music -- as
we watch a car come charging up through the slush on
Columbine Street. As it nears CAMERA the car falters on the
slippery grade and slides out of sight. A figure appears,
huddled against the driving snow. The figure disappears AS
CAMERA HOLDS ON THE STEEL MILL AT THE END OF THE EMPTY
STREET.
MAIN TITLE COMES UP:
THE DEER HUNTER
INT. STEEL MILL - DAY
A white-hot ingot shoots out of an ejecting mechanism and
comes ripping down a track. Another ingot follows it, and
another and another and another. The ingots are huge,
trembling with heat, and they come on with a terrifying
rumble.
CREDITS ROLL
UNDER CREDITS we see STEELWORKERS catching the ingots with
tongs and deftly swinging them into troughs. The STEELWORKERS
wear leather aprons and are stripped to the waist. Warped in
heat waves and glistening with sweat they seem like figures
in some hellish ballet. Since they all wear goggles it is
hard to distinguish between them, but there are three, who
are young, who seem to work with particular grace. These are
NICK, SAL and MERLE.
CREDITS END. CAMERA CLOSES ON NICK, SAL AND MERLE. The noise
is deafening, the heat is unbelievable and the ingots come on
with murderous speed. Taking advantage of a slight pause
MERLE jabs NICK and they both make cuckold's horns at SAL.
SAL blushes and waves them off with his hand. MERLE and NICK
make the horns again and now SAL puts both hands on his hips,
gives a thin smile and studies the corner of the shed. MERLE
and NICK begin laughing. SAL can't hold out and he starts
laughing too, but now the ingots begin roaring down the track
again and they all grab their tongs.
INT. GREEK ORTHODOX CHURCH - ALTAR - DAY
A very old PRIEST is making preparations for a wedding
ceremony. SAL'S MOTHER hovers around him as he unlocks a
cabinet and takes out white tapers and a golden crown which
will be used in the service. The PRIEST moves with agonizing
slowness and SAL's MOTHER is in the midst of a bad case of
nerves.
SAL'S MOTHER
It's all ready? Everything's ready?
PRIEST
Yes.
SAL'S MOTHER
Are you sure everything's ready?
Are you positive?
PRIEST
Everything. Yes.
SAL'S MOTHER
It would snow... Everything's going
to slip. Everything's going to
slide... All the cars are going to
crash!
SAL'S MOTHER puts her hand to her mouth and bursts into
tears.
SAL'S MOTHER (CONT'D)
I can't believe this... My own
little boy... with a stranger!
The PRIEST smiles. He takes SAL'S MOTHER in his arms and
comforts her.
EXT. COLUMBINE STREET - DAY
Another car lunges up the hill, gets about halfway and slides
back. As the car disappears, the door to one of the houses
bursts open and a group of giggling BRIDESMAIDS begin
scampering across the street. They have all been working on
their dresses, which are not completely finished, and they
all carry ribbons and scissors and pieces of material. As
they make their way to the other side of the street they all
wave away the snowflakes and grab each other for support. One
of the BRIDESMAIDS loses her dress entirely and with everyone
laughing she rushes back to retrieve it in her slip. When the
garment is repossessed a door comes open and the BRIDESMAIDS
disappear inside.
CAMERA HOLDS ON COLUMBINE STREET. The snow slants across the
little stores and piles on the gables of the tipsy little
houses. Another car appears, lunges at the hill and slides
back. Suddenly the door to the bakery comes open and a group
of OLDER WOMEN emerge carrying a huge wedding cake with a
miniature bride and groom standing on the top. The WOMEN are
all in their fifties and bundled in boots and dark overcoats.
They begin moving slowly up the street, in the driving snow,
with the great white cake held firmly between them.
INT. STEEL MILL - ENTRY AREA - DAY
The time clocks are lined against both walls. As a whistle
screams to mark the end of the shift thousands of men begin
checking out. NICK, SAL and MERLE are right up in the front
ranks and once they have clocked their cards they gather
together along the wall.
NICK
Where's Vince?
SAL
There's Albert!
(calls)
Hey, Albert!!!
ALBERT -- six and a half feet tall and built like an ox --
changes course and plows across the river of homeward-bound
STEELWORKERS.
ALBERT
How you feelin', Sal?
SAL
I feel okay.
ALBERT
Feeling hot?
NICK
(arm around SAL)
Humper's ready. Old humper's
hotter'n damn hell!
MERLE
There's Vince!
OTHERS
(calling)
Vince!... Over here! Vince!
MERLE
Get him, Albert. Get Vince!
ALBERT
I'll get him.
ALBERT wades back into the stream of STEELWORKERS, grabs
VINCE and they all push out together.
EXT. STEEL MILL - PARKING LOT - DAY
The snow is still falling. It covers the ground. It covers
the acres of parked cars. It swirls and tosses and blows. As
the five friends come bursting out of a side exit they all
stop dead in their tracks.
VINCE
Snow... Holy shit, snow!
SAL gives a look at the others. Something is going on. VINCE
is so excited he begins hopping around.
VINCE (CONT'D)
... Do you know what this means?
Do you guys realize exactly what
this means?
They all know. They all know damn well. MERLE and NICK
exchange looks. ALBERT chortles.
SAL
What are you guys...? Are you guys
going hunting?
The others nod, shrug, shuffle their feet. They are all a
little embarrassed.
SAL (CONT'D)
Not tonight?... You're not driving
up tonight?
NICK
As soon as you're hitched, Sal.
First we get you hitched.
SAL
(envious)
You guys are crazy. You know that?
I mean you guys are really nuts.
VINCE
He's getting married... and we're
nuts!
NICK
(puts his arm around SAL)
It's all right. Hey, it's all
right. We'll be right here, right
with you.
A look at the others...
NICK (CONT'D)
Won't we? Right? Am I right?
MERLE
Right.
ALBERT
Damn right!
VINCE
What do you think, Sal? Jesus, you
think we'd miss this?
Now SAL is embarrassed. He makes a gesture with his hand.
NICK
(with a laugh)
C'mon. C'mon you guys!
They all start into the swirling snow. NICK with an arm
around SAL.
VINCE
And we want you to know, Sal, that
any help you might need--
ALBERT
Yeah, Sal--
MERLE
Willing fingers--
ALBERT
Extra feet!
INT. V.F.W. POST - DAY
The place is large and drafty and rundown. A huge American
flag hangs from the middle of the ceiling. Under it WOMEN are
laying white table cloths on trestle tables. Off to one side
a half dozen OLD MEN wearing VFW hats are Scotch-taping paper
ribbons to the brick wall. Two OLD MEN are on stepladders,
two more are bracing the ladders and the operation is under
the direction of a pair of World War I VETS standing side by
side. Their hands tremble. Their four eyes loom huge behind
corrective lenses.
VET 1
Up I would say... What would you
say?
VET 2
Up.
VET 1
(signals)
Up ribbon!
One end of the ribbon is moved up. The two VETS study it.
VET 2
Down I would say... What would you
say?
VET 1
Down.
VET 2
(signals)
Down ribbon!
Suddenly there is a commotion. The WOMEN who are setting up
the tables all rush to the door as the OLDER WOMEN come in
with the wedding cake. The OLDER WOMEN look half-frozen and
as they move toward a table the cake receives a great chorus
of Uhh's and Ahh's. Suddenly one of the OLDER WOMEN
collapses. Friends rush to her aid, seat her in a chair and
give her wine. The WOMAN takes the glass, tosses it off in
one swallow and grins. EVERYONE laughs.
EXT. COLUMBINE STREET - BOTTOM OF HILL - DAY
A big, battered old shark-finned black Cadillac approaches,
coming fast.
INT. CADILLAC - DAY
NICK, SAL, MERLE, VINCE and ALBERT are all laughing. NICK is
at the wheel.
VINCE
Hit it, Nick!
OTHERS
Go Nick! Hit it, baby!!!
EXT. COLUMBINE STREET - DAY
The car bangs over potholes and slams into the grade. We
watch as it reaches the half-way point, then the three
quarter mark...
INT. CADILLAC - DAY
NICK bends forward over the wheel, peering out through the
slapping wipers.
GUYS IN THE CAR
(chanting)
Do it, Nick! Do it! Go Nick, Go! Do
it! Do it, Nick! Go!
The car fishtails, loses speed... to a creep.
NICK
Back! All hands to the rear!
ALBERT and MERLE, who are sitting in front, immediately throw
themselves into the back seat on top of SAL and VINCE.
GUYS IN BACK SEAT
Easy... 'At's it, easy! Easy,
Nick... Easy!
EXT. COLUMBINE STREET - TOP OF HILL - DAY
The Cadillac inches up the last ten feet, gains level ground
and skids to a stop. From inside comes a MUTED CHEER.
INT. BRIDE'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY
ANGELA is dressed in her white bridal gown and veil. She is
plump, pretty, with a solemn, round face and big brown eyes.
ANGELA leans forward into a mirror.
ANGELA
(sincerely)
I do.
A pause. ANGELA scowls and tries it again.
ANGELA (CONT'D)
(heartfelt)
I do.
ANGELA tries it a few more times. It sounds worse and worse.
ANGELA (CONT'D)
I do, I do, I do!!!
ANGELA stares at herself. Now she looks desperate and
unrelievedly forlorn. Bursting into tears she throws herself
on the bed. Someone has slipped a photograph under the
pillow. The photograph is face down and as ANGELA pulls it
out she sees that something is written on the back:
ANGELA (CONT'D)
(reading, slow)
"This is it -- more or less...
Love, Mom."
ANGELA frowns, turns the photograph over. It is a picture of
Michaelangelo's "David". ANGELA stares at the figure for a
long, long moment...
ANGELA (CONT'D)
Oh, wow.
INT. JOHN'S BAR - DAY
The place is packed with boisterous STEELWORKERS drinking
boilermakers. Deerheads are mounted in a long row over the
bar, and hand-painted murals decorate the walls. The murals
depict hunting scenes and display an eerie tone -- at once
comical and frightening -- as if the animals held some secret
from the hunters, some power beyond their own.
JOHN bangs out from behind the bar with a tray of beer. At
the same moment SAL comes in with NICK, MERLE, ALBERT and
VINCE. JOHN, who is a great bear of a youth, puts down his
tray, wraps his arms around SAL and begins jumping him around
the floor, grinning ear to ear. The STEELWORKERS turn, desert
their places and swarm around SAL, joking and shouting
congratulations.
INT. LINDA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
LINDA is thin -- a skinny slip of a thing with a hauntingly
lovely face. Wearing her bridesmaid's dress she stands alone
in the kitchen, staring at the ceiling. Thumping noises are
coming from the room above. The thumping gets louder.
There is a crash, then another crash, as if furniture were
being thrown around. A MAN'S VOICE begins cursing and there
is more thumping and crashing. Suddenly there is a thud...
and then silence.
LINDA bites her lip. She crosses to the stove, ladles stew
into a bowl, butters bread, pours a cup of tea and puts it
all on a tray.
INT. LINDA'S HOUSE - FATHER'S BEDROOM - DAY
The room is a wreck of broken furniture. Chairs are turned
over, lamps are smashed and the pictures hang cockeyed on the
wall. In the middle of the room, face down on the floor, is
LINDA'S FATHER. His coat is torn, one shoe is missing and he
holds a half-empty bottle in his hand. Behind him, through
the open window, snow is blowing in.
LINDA comes in with the tray. She stands for a moment
expressionless, looking down at her father. Then she sets the
tray on the bureau and kneels beside him.
LINDA
Daddy?
FATHER
(mumbles)
Go... fucking hell!
LINDA reaches down, takes her FATHER by the shoulder and
rolls him over. It takes some effort and the face that comes
up is gray, unshaven and implacably bitter. Saliva dribbles
from his mouth, there is a cut with the stitches still in it
seaming his forehead and as LINDA looks at him he begins
cursing again.
FATHER (CONT'D)
Fucking shit... all around, like a
sea! Like an ocean!
LINDA gets up and closes the window. She comes back, gets
down on the floor beside her father and pushes him toward the
bed. Then, hiking up her bridesmaid's dress, she takes him by
the shoulders again and heaves him onto the coverlet. The
effort is almost too much for her. Tears begin to burn in her
eyes, but when he slips back she tries again. The father
groans, begins to mumble, and then, when she almost has him
on the bed, he suddenly lifts his hand, catches her full in
the face and pushes her violently across the room.
LINDA crashes backwards over a fallen chair and smashes into
the wall. As she gets to her feet her father advances on her.
FATHER (CONT'D)
Fucking bitch... All bitches!
He swings, catches her in the face again, hard.
LINDA
Daddy...! Daddy, it's me!
FATHER
Hate 'em. Fucking bitches!
LINDA'S FATHER swings at her again, loses his balance and
falls on the floor. LINDA stands looking at him, holding her
jaw. She is crying. Tears are streaming down her face.
EXT. COLUMBINE STREET - TOP OF HILL - DAY
Seven MUSICIANS, carrying their instruments, file silently
through the falling snow.
EXT. ALLEY BEHIND JOHN'S BAR - DAY
The WOMEN are all gathered, some fifteen or twenty, ranging
from grandmothers to young wives. About half of them wield
rolling pins or heavy pans. As the last reinforcements arrive
-- TWO HEFTY LADIES WITH TRUNCHEONS -- a roar of laughter
comes from inside.
INT. JOHN'S BAR - DAY
NICK, SAL, MERLE, VINCE, ALBERT and JOHN are dancing. The
MUSIC is at top volume and the smoke is thick enough to cut
with a knife. Suddenly, from the back, comes a CHORUS OF
SCREECHES AND FEMALE RECRIMINATIONS. The door to the alley
bursts open and the HEFTY LADIES WITH TRUNCHEONS appear. The
STEELWORKERS take one look, gulp their drinks, grab their
heads in their hands and rush for the front door.
EXT. JOHN'S BAR - FRONT ENTRANCE - DAY
The STEELWORKERS stream into the snow with the WOMEN close
behind. Several blows are delivered and the howls of
complaint are met with angry commands to hurry and get
dressed for Sal's wedding.
CAMERA CLOSES ON SAL, who emerges with NICK and MERLE. The
snow hits him a sobering blow and he comes to a stop.
SAL
Boy, this is it. This is really
it... I mean... here I go.
SAL'S MOTHER hurries out of the alley. She is crying.
SAL'S MOTHER
My beautiful boy! My angel... who
is leaving his own mother.
She throws herself in SAL's arms, sobbing.
SAL
Momma...
SAL'S MOTHER
So cold is your heart to leave your
own mother?
SAL
Momma, I'll be right upstairs.
SAL throws a look to NICK and MERLE. They gesture with
sympathy and study the snow flakes.
SAL'S MOTHER
So cruel is your heart? Is your
heart so uncaring?
SAL
(a litany now)
One flight, Momma. It's one flight.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. NICK'S TRAILER - DAY
The trailer is a dented two-tone pink and cream job which
looks as if it had been purchased third-hand off a
construction site. It stands on cinder blocks in a small lot
which has been cut out of the side of the hill. A wrecked
school bus decorates it to the right. On the left is a bare
branched tree. NICK's black Cadillac is parked in front and a
light shows from inside the trailer.
CAMERA PICKS UP MERLE who is strolling toward the trailer
whistling through his teeth. He is wearing his tuxedo and
carries a knapsack and a deer rifle. He mounts the cinder
block steps and pounds on the trailer door. NICK opens the
door and waves him in.
INT. NICK'S TRAILER - DAY
The place is cramped, littered with camping paraphernalia. A
deer head is mounted above the sink and NICK, who is half
into his tuxedo, is applying waterproofing to a pair of heavy
boots. MERLE smiles, throws his kit on the stove and sits.
MERLE
(indicates the
waterproofing)
You should have put that on last
night.
NICK
I know.
MERLE
That way it sets.
NICK
Yeah.
Pause.
MERLE
I just wait. You know?
NICK
Huh?
MERLE
I just wait. For this... It's what
I wait for... I wait all year.
NICK
So do I.
MERLE
(sharp)
You do?
NICK
(nods)
Yeah.
NICK grins, takes down his rifle and begins wiping the oil
off it.
MERLE
You think about it?
NICK
Yeah.
MERLE
So do I.
(watches Nick for a
minute)
I want to be ready... You have to
be ready... It has to be there, in
your mind.
NICK
The shot?
MERLE
Fucking A.
NICK
I don't think about the shot that
much.
MERLE
(firmly)
You have to think about the shot.
It's the shot. The shot's it.
NICK
(uncertain)
Yeah... I guess.
MERLE
(studies him)
What do you think about?
NICK
I don't know... I guess I think
about the deer... Being out, maybe.
I don't know. I think about it all.
Hell, I like the trees, you know? I
like the ways the trees are, all
the different ways the trees are
too.
MERLE
(with a glance to the
window)
I'll tell you something, Nick. I
wouldn't hunt with anyone but you.
I won't hunt with a yo-yo.
NICK
(laughs)
Yo-yo! Who's a yo-yo?
MERLE
Who's a yo-yo...? Who do you
think's a yo-yo! They're all yo
yo's. I mean they're all great
guys, for Christ's sake, but... The
point is, Nick, without you I'd
hunt alone. Seriously. I would.
That's what I'd do.
NICK
(laughs)
You're a fucking nut. You know
that, Merle? You're a fucking
maniac!
MERLE
Yeah.
(he grins)
When it comes to hunting, that's
true.
Cursing and banging from outside. NICK opens the door. JOHN
and ALBERT, both in tuxedoes and loaded down with gear, are
pounding on the trunk of the Cadillac, trying to get it open.
NICK and MERLE go out.
EXT. NICK'S TRAILER - DAY
NICK
Albert! For Christ's sake... John!
Wait a minute, you guys!
ALBERT
It won't open.
NICK
You gotta hit it here. Here,
Albert, not there.
ALBERT
Where should I hit it? Just show me
where I should hit it.
NICK
Here. Hit it here.
ALBERT hits the trunk in the indicated spot and the lid snaps
open.
ALBERT
Hey, that's neat.
NICK nods.
ALBERT (CONT'D)
That's new, isn't it?
NICK
Couple of weeks... Listen --
ALBERT
I love this car. Some cars sit, you
know? This car, a car like this...
grows. I mean you never know, with
a car like this, where this car has
been.
VINCE comes up, also in tuxedo, and dragging a totally
disorganized clutter of hunting gear behind him.
VINCE
Hey, guys...
JOHN
Shhh! Albert's gonna hump the Coup
de Ville.
ALBERT looks around at his friends. He surveys the back end
of the Cadillac with simian pride. Then he expands his chest,
thumps on it with both fists and yodels out a magnificent,
mile-carrying Tarzan call. As the echo of it comes back the
church bell begins ringing down the street and a group of
excited BRIDESMAIDS come, hurrying up.
BRIDESMAID 1
Albert, what are you doing!
BRIDESMAID 2
Hurry up, you guys!
BRIDESMAID 3
Who's got their carnations?
BRIDESMAID 4
Here. They're right here.
BRIDESMAID 1
Look at you! You're all a mess!
BRIDESMAID 3
Put on their carnations!
BRIDESMAID 1
Who's got a pin?
As the BRIDESMAIDS begin straightening ties and putting on
carnations, NICK hears someone call his name. He turns to
find LINDA standing beside the trailer where she can't be
seen. She looks pale and very frightened and she holds a
small suitcase in her hand.
NICK
(crosses)
Linda...
LINDA
Hi.
(forces a smile)
Nick, your shoes are soaking.
NICK
Linda, what's the matter?
LINDA
(tries to toss it off)
Oh... You know...
She fights against it but the tears begin to come. NICK looks
around, pulls her inside the trailer.
INT. NICK'S TRAILER - DAY
NICK clears a place on the couch. LINDA sits, holding her
suitcase in her lap.
LINDA
(with great effort)
I was just wondering... Nick...
You're going hunting... If I could
use this place to stay, because...
NICK
Sure. Are you kidding? Sure.
LINDA
I'd want to pay you... and I was
thinking --
NICK
(kneels in front of her)
Linda... Hey, Linda...
LINDA
I would want to pay you, Nick...
and I was thinking --
NICK
Linda, Linda...!
LINDA
(very small, looking into
his eyes)
What?
NICK
Will you marry me?
LINDA
(after a long, long
moment)
Okay.
NICK
Would you?
LINDA nods - a solemn nod.
NICK (CONT'D)
You would?
LINDA's lip begins to tremble. Tears stand in her eyes and
she gives a little toss of her head.
LINDA
Who else, dummy?
NICK stares at her. He can still hardly believe it.
NICK
This is terrific...! This is really
terrific!
LINDA nods. She is suddenly excited, suddenly radiantly
happy. She takes the suitcase off her lap and throws herself
in NICK's arms.
NICK (CONT'D)
I don't know what we've been
waiting for!
LINDA
(eyes closed, loving him)
I don't know! I don't know either!
INT. GREEK ORTHODOX CHURCH - NIGHT
SAL and ANGELA stand facing each other as the PRIEST reads
the Holy Sacrament of Marriage.
PRIEST
"Blessed be the Kingdom... now and
forever unto Ages and Ages...
As the PRIEST continues with the Holy Sacrament CAMERA PICKS
UP FACES IN THE CONGREGATION. We see SAL'S FAMILY. We see
ANGELA'S FAMILY. We see the VETS from the V.F.W. Post. We see
the STEELWORKERS from the bar and the WIVES and MOTHERS who
chased them home to change. They are hard faces -- working
class faces -- but we sense a fortitude among the
congregation, a community of both heart and spirit.
CAMERA PICKS UP NICK, MERLE, VINCE, ALBERT and JOHN standing
in a row opposite the BRIDESMAIDS. The guys all look slightly
disheveled. Their tuxedos are all too small and their shoes
are soaking wet from walking in the snow.
NICK catches LINDA's eye and they hold each other across the
intervening space like two children who are amazed.
The PRIEST hands white tapers to the bride and groom. CAMERA
CLOSES SLOWLY ON THE PRIEST. The man is impressive -- gentle
yet full of power. The PRIEST lights the tapers -- first
ANGELA's, then SAL's -- and looks out across the assembled
congregation.
PRIEST
"For everyone that does evil hates
the light, and does not come to the
light, lest his deeds will be
reproved."
EXT. COLUMBINE STREET - TOP OF THE HILL - NIGHT
Save for a lone figure trudging home, the street is deserted,
left to the gently falling snow. In the background the
massive silhouette of the steel mill is plainly visible, lit
with fire.
INT. GREEK ORTHODOX CHURCH - NIGHT
NICK, MERLE, VINCE, ALBERT and JOHN join with the BRIDESMAIDS
to assist the PRIEST in the crowning of SAL and ANGELA.
The PRIEST crowns SAL first.
PRIEST
"The servant of God, Sal, is
crowned for the servant of God
Angela, in the Name of the Father
and of the Son and of the Holy
Ghost. Amen."
Now ANGELA is crowned.
PRIEST (CONT'D)
"The servant of God, Angela, is
crowned for the servant of God,
Sal, in the Name of the Father and
of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.
Amen."
Guiding the couple by their joined hands the PRIEST leads SAL
and ANGELA around the analoy. The movement is very precise,
very formal, a circling to represent eternity.
INT. V.F.W. POST - DANCE FLOOR - NIGHT
The Band is going full blast and the whirling COUPLES, young
and old, are laughing.
We see SAL and ANGELA, NICK and LINDA, VINCE, ALBERT and
JOHN. The only one of the group not dancing is MERLE. MERLE
is drinking, standing alone on the side of the floor chugging
beer in tense, rapid-fire gulps. We sense immediately that he
feels out of place, at a loss to join spontaneously in the
spirit of the party. MERLE finishes the beer, crumples the
can and starts on another. As he picks up the second can he
notices that a SAD-LOOKING GIRL is sitting against the wall
behind him, waiting for someone to ask her to dance. The SAD
LOOKING GIRL gives MERLE a smile. MERLE pretends not to see
and moves behind a post.
INT. V.F.W. POST - TRESTLE TABLES - NIGHT
The wedding cake that was carried in earlier has now been
attacked from all sides, but the miniature bride and groom
are still standing in the middle. Unnoticed by each other
SAL'S MOTHER and ANGELA'S MOTHER eye the little figures. Both
women are in rather teary condition and begin moving toward
the cake. Suddenly, as the CROWD shifts, they encounter each
other face to face. Smiles are exchanged -- strained smiles,
which get stretched and stretched and stretched. Then, in
unison, they desert the smiling and remove their respective
offspring from the cake. SAL'S MOTHER looks down at her sugar
coated groom and ANGELA'S MOTHER looks down at her sugar
coated bride. Then they eye each other, burst into tears and
throw themselves in each other's arms, moaning and sobbing.
INT. V.F.W. POST - COAT ROOM - NIGHT
Another COUPLE tries to enter the rack. It is pretty full.
They finally find an empty place and squeeze in.
INT. V.F.W. POST - DANCE FLOOR - NIGHT
NICK comes off the floor with LINDA and throws an arm around
MERLE.
NICK
Sit with Linda, man, will ya?...
Give her a beer.
(to Linda with great
solicitude)
Would you like a beer?
LINDA
(puzzled)
Sure.
NICK
What kind of beer would you like?
LINDA
(laughing)
I don't know.
NICK
(to Merle)
Give her Miller's. Miller's High
Life.
NICK takes off. LINDA sits down at a table and MERLE goes to
the cooler to get a Miller's. He gropes around in the tub,
finds one and pops the tab. Suddenly he notices that NICK has
crossed to the SAD-LOOKING GIRL by the wall. He has stopped
in front of her and is asking her something. The SAD-LOOKING
GIRL gives a blush, gets out of her chair and NICK takes her
in his arms and begins to dance. The SAD-LOOKING GIRL looks
transformed. She begins chattering and laughing.
MERLE crosses back to LINDA and gives her the beer. As he
pulls up a chair to sit down beside her he stumbles and
nearly loses his balance. He is very drunk.
MERLE
Sorry.
LINDA
(laughs)
It's okay, Merle.
NICK swings by with the SAD-LOOKING GIRL and waves.
MERLE
(catching Linda's
expression)
I guess you like Nick.
LINDA
(nods)
Yes.
MERLE doesn't say anything for a moment. He seems to be
trying to contain a floodtide of emotion.
MERLE
Fuckin' Nick...
(clears his throat)
Fuckin' Nick... gives.
(he nods, bangs his fist
on the table)
Gives. Fuckin' Nick gives.
INT. V.F.W. POST - COATROOM - NIGHT
The rack is still jammed with COUPLES but the laughing and
giggling has now given way to the sound of heavy breathing
and low moans.
What light there is comes from the colored glass ball
revolving above the dance floor, where the MUSIC is now
playing sweet and low.
The front door comes open and a U.S. Army SERGEANT steps into
the darkened hallway. The man wears his dress green uniform.
On his chest is a row of battle ribbons and his shoes are
brightly polished.
SERGEANT
Pow!
The SERGEANT gives a beery chuckle and moves toward the dance
floor.
INT. V.F.W. POST - TRESTLE TABLE AREA - NIGHT
The SERGEANT passes between groups of celebrating GUESTS,
plucks a beer from one of the coolers and sits down alone at
the end of one of the white trestle tables.
INT. V.F.W. POST - DANCE FLOOR - NIGHT
ALBERT gives his Tarzan cry, suddenly picks his GIRL off her
feet and marches around holding her above his head.
GIRL
Albert, what are you doing...
Albert!
INT. V.F.W. POST DANCE FLOOR - ANOTHER LOCATION - NIGHT
VINCE and JOHN are standing together. VINCE is going bananas
because his girl, MARSHA, is dancing too close to FRED.
VINCE
Look at that, see... Watch. Wait a
minute, watch. There! D'j'u see
that? D'j'u see the way he... You
know what that guy is doing? That
guy is squeezing her ass!
JOHN
Oh, well...
VINCE
Oh well! What do you mean Oh well?!
The guy is actually... He did it
again! That's what he's doing...
He... He's reaching in, John, to
her --! I'll kill him! I'm gonna
kill him right now.
VINCE marches up and taps FRED on the shoulder. FRED releases
MARSHA. MARSHA waits, one hand on her hip, while the two of
them exchange words. VINCE turns MARSHA, points to her ass.
FRED turns MARSHA, pints to the small of her back. VINCE is
hopping up and down now. So is FRED. MARSHA, who is getting
bored, points to the door. VINCE and FRED bang out. As soon
as they have gone MARSHA is taken by someone else who puts
his hand right back where FRED had it.
INT. V.F.W. POST - TRESTLE TABLES - NIGHT
NICK, SAL and MERLE are standing together, looking at the
SERGEANT.
MERLE
Nick, he just came back.
NICK
From Nam?
MERLE
Fucking A. See that ribbon in the
left. That's Quan Son. That fucking
guy was at Quan Son!
MERLE gestures with his head. NICK and SAL cross with him to
the SERGEANT.
MERLE (CONT'D)
We, ah... We're going too.
The SERGEANT looks at them and delivers a big, blank smile.
SERGEANT
Pow!
MERLE
What?
The SERGEANT keeps smiling.
MERLE (CONT'D)
(to Nick)
What'd he say?
NICK
Pow.
MERLE
Pow?
NICK
Pow.
MERLE
Oh.
MERLE nods.
MERLE (CONT'D)
(clears his throat)
Uh... well, maybe you could tell us
how it is over there?
SERGEANT
Pow!
MERLE
Pow?
SERGEANT
Pow!
MERLE looks at NICK. NICK looks at SAL. They all begin
scratching their heads, trying not to laugh.
MERLE
Well, thanks a lot.
They turn away and then, when they are out of earshot, they
all break up, howling.
SAL
Who the hell is he?
MERLE
Who the hell knows!
NICK
Is he from here?
MERLE
Hell no!
NICK
Well, where's he from?
MERLE AND SAL
(in unison)
Who the hell knows!
MERLE
(soberly)
Maybe he's lost.
SAL AND NICK
Lost???
MERLE
(throws up his hands)
Well, I don't know!
INT. V.F.W. POST - NIGHT
The GUESTS have formed in a long double line which extends
from the dance floor right out into the street. Everyone is
pretty drunk and they are all armed with streamers and bags
of rice. As SAL and ANGELA appear from out of a back room
there is a great rowdy CHEER. The MUSICIANS strike up a
MARCH. Followed by the MUSICIANS, showered with streamers,
rice, advice and encouragement, SAL and ANGELA walk the
gauntlet toward the street, where a glossy, bright red
Pontiac with headers and straight pipes is being revved in a
series of ear-splitting crescendos.
EXT. V.F.W. POST - STREET - NIGHT
JOHN, ALBERT, MERLE and VINCENT are standing by the door.
Their tuxedos are stained and torn. Their carnations are
squashed and their clip-on bow ties are either missing
entirely or dangling from the open collars of their shirts.
VINCE looks the worst, with a black eye and half his pant leg
torn away, and they are all guzzling beer.
VINCE
Bullshit! That's bullshit!
MERLE
You wanna bet?
VINCE
I'll betcha! That's bullshit and
I'll betcha! You're fulla shit!
MERLE
How much? How much do you wanna
bet?
OTHERS
Bet him! Bet him, Vince!
VINCE
I'll betcha! I'll betcha... I'll
betcha twenty dollars!
EXT. V.F.W. POST - PARKED PONTIAC - NIGHT
SAL and ANGELA emerge to more CHEERS and a shower of
streamers and rice. ANGELA is helped into the Pontiac on the
right. NICK throws an arm around SAL and walks him around to
the driver's seat.
NICK
Don't worry what it says in the
book.
SAL
Right.
NICK
Just forget that. Forget what it
says in the book.
SAL
I'm gonna start slow... At the top.
Then I'm gonna work down.
NICK
Great. That's great.
SAL
That's my plan.
NICK gives SAL a hug. SAL gets in the car.
NICK
See you Monday.
SAL
See you Monday.
INT. PONTIAC - NIGHT
SAL looks over at ANGELA.
SAL
All set, hon?
ANGELA nods. SAL puts the car into gear and starts slowly
off. Fists pound on the car. Rice and streamers shower down.
Suddenly, through the front windshield, MERLE appears, stark
naked, running in front of the car with colored paper
streamers floating out from his upraised right hand. For a
split second SAL cannot believe what he is seeing. He throws
a look at ANGELA. ANGELA covers her mouth in amazement and
then quickly shifts the hand to cover her eyes.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
MERLE weaves down the street in front of the growling red
Pontiac. MERLE is not just running. He is leaping and
bounding, as if released from gravity and entered into a
realm of pure ethereal space.
NICK, ALBERT, VINCE and JOHN pound down the street behind the
Pontiac, ALBERT carrying MERLE's clothes.
GUYS
Look at that! Fuckin' guy! Fuckin'
Merle!... Unbelievable!
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
The road forks, one road going high to a parking area, the
other descending to the valley below. MERLE swerves up the
incline toward the parking area, while the Pontiac goes
straight and disappears down the hill.
ALBERT, VINCE and JOHN stagger to a stop, panting helplessly.
NICK grabs MERLE's clothes from ALBERT and takes off up the
hill.
EXT. HILLSIDE PARKING AREA - NIGHT
MERLE stands motionless, looking out across the valley as
NICK approaches. The night is brilliantly clear and the fires
from the mill light up the sky with an eerie glow.
NICK comes to a stop a few feet away.
NICK
Merle?
MERLE turns. His face has a strange, distant look, and he
gives NICK an almost feral grin.
MERLE
You think we'll ever come back?
NICK
(startled)
From Nam?
MERLE
Yeah.
NICK moves up beside him. He doesn't know what to say.
MERLE (CONT'D)
I love this fuckin' place... That
sounds crazy. I know that sounds
crazy, but I love this fuckin'
place... If anything happens, Nick,
don't leave me there. I mean it.
Don't leave me... You gotta
promise, Nick. You gotta promise me
that.
NICK
(half laughing)
Merle --
MERLE
Promise! You gotta promise!
NICK
You got it.
MERLE lets out his breath. It is as if some great weight had
been pressing on him.
MERLE
(with a laugh)
Let's go huntin'. I mean let's do
it!
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. THRUWAY - NIGHT
NICK'S battered old shark-finned Cadillac comes screaming
past.
INT. CADILLAC - NIGHT
NICK, MERLE, VINCE, ALBERT and JOHN, all of them still in
tuxedos, are jammed in the car between knapsacks, sleeping
bags, six packs of beer and deer rifles.
GUYS
(singing)
Let me be free! Let me be free!
If... you... will let me be free...
You'll... always be happy... with
me-e-e-e!!!
ALBERT
(making a trumpet sound)
Wa-wa-wa!... Waaaaa!!!
EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT
Tale Cadillac comes blasting by...
INT. CADILLAC - NIGHT
NICK is hunched over the wheel, his eyes gone completely
glassy. MERLE and VINCE are on the nod, while ALBERT and
JOHN, both half asleep, are having a lead-voiced
conversation.
ALBERT
She fucked you?
JOHN
She fucked me.
ALBERT
She fucked me too.
JOHN
She fucked you?
ALBERT
She fucked me too.
There is a long pause. They both struggle to keep their eyes
open.
JOHN
She fucked us both.
ALBERT
Yeah.
JOHN
Fucking women, man...
ALBERT
(shakes his head)
I know...
INT. CADILLAC NIGHT
NICK'S head is sunk below the upper rim of the steering
wheel. One eye is entirely shut and the open one seems close
to death. Suddenly his head snaps up. He slams his foot down
on the brake and the Cadillac fishtails, rubber screaming, to
a jolting stop.
EVERYONE in the car comes awake ten bleary eyes staring out
through the windshield.
There are deer in the road, fifteen or twenty of them
standing in the headlights.
EXT. CADILLAC - NIGHT
VINCE, ALBERT, NICK and JOHN pile out with their rifles.
VINCE immediately slips and falls down.
VINCE
Get 'em! For Christ sake, get 'em!
JOHN
Who's got the ammo?
ALBERT
Ammo! Get the ammo!
VINCE
I'll get it! Where is it?
JOHN
It's in the trunk!... It's in the
trunk! I'm telling you, it's in the
trunk!
VINCE, ALBERT and JOHN rush around to the trunk. ALBERT
begins pounding on it.
VINCE
There, Albert! Hit it there!
Pushing and shoving each other, VINCE, ALBERT and JOHN rush
around to the side of the car. As they pass along the
embankment at the side of the road there is a soft sound,
like a sigh, and all three of them simultaneously vanish.
NICK, who has been watching, stares at the place where his
three friends disappeared. He takes a few steps forward,
realizes what has happened and doubles up in the middle of
the road, helpless with laughter.
VINCE (CONT'D)
(getting out of the car)
Man, let's go hunting!... Where are
they?
NICK makes a gesture, a downward pointing of his finger.
VINCE crosses to the side of the road.
EXT. RAVINE - NIGHT
The slope is a good 45 plus. At the bottom, barely visible,
three tiny figures flop in the snow.
EXT. CADILLAC - NIGHT
VINCE looks down at the three hunters with an expression of
absolute disgust. He looks at NICK -- flat on his back,
pounding his feet, howling -- and then he looks at the deer.
The deer are still watching. If anything they have edged
closer and their massed expression of polite curiosity throws
VINCE into a blind rage.
VINCE
Get out of here, damn you! Go
home!... Scat!... Shoo!
VINCE, whose rifle is fully loaded, slams a shell into the
chamber and lets off a barrage of shots above the deer.
VINCE (CONT'D)
Bastards! Assholes! Get lost!
EXT. MOUNTAIN PASS - DAWN
The sky is cold -- first light -- with low, wind-driven
clouds. CAMERA TILTS DOWN and we see NICK's Cadillac coming
up a narrow road flanked by precipitous, heavily forested
ridges on both sides.
EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAWN
The Cadillac seems minuscule, overwhelmed by the massive,
black slopes looming up from the road.
INT. CADILLAC - DAWN
Everyone is eating cold hot dogs, ripping them out of a half
dozen plastic packages, dipping them in a jar of mustard and
stuffing them down. Hot dog juice has dripped over
everything, potato chips are littered everywhere and both
beer and milk are being passed around.
ALBERT
Fuel up. Need fuel.
JOHN
Those are mine!
ALBERT
You want 'em?
JOHN
Damn right!
ALBERT
Gimme a Hostess Twinkie, Merle.
MERLE
Here's a Hershey.
ALBERT tears off the wrapper, dips it in the mustard and
glomps it down.
JOHN
That's mustard!
ALBERT
(mouth jammed full)
What?
JOHN
You just put mustard on your
Hershey bar.
ALBERT
(nods)
Good... Pass the beer.
VINCE
(pointing to a location
beside the road)
Here, here! This is it!
MERLE
(milk slopping over him)
Watch it, shithead!
VINCE
(pounds Nick on the
shoulder)
Here! This is it!
ALBERT
It is not!
VINCE
It is too! Now you passed it!
MERLE
It's ahead, by the tree.
NICK
It's ahead, Vince.
VINCE
That isn't it! There's no way
that's it... Unless they changed
it. They might have changed it.
NICK pulls to a stop on the shoulder.
VINCE (CONT'D)
They changed it. That's what they
did. This is it but they changed
it.
EXT. ROADSIDE AREA - DAWN
The sky is just turning grey. A cold wind is blowing, moaning
in the trees and swirling a fine haze of snow across the open
roadway. The guys all pile out in their wrecked tuxedos.
VINCE
This is it. Definitely. This is it,
but they changed it.
ALBERT
You're full of shit.
VINCE
Who's full of shit?
ALBERT
You're full of shit!
VINCE
I'm telling you, they changed it!
ALBERT
They did not!
VINCE
They did too!
ALBERT
Jesus, it's freezing!
NICK, MERLE and JOHN have the trunk open and are taking stuff
out. MERLE strips down where he stands and begins putting on
his hunting clothes. ALBERT and VINCE grab their things and
follow the example of NICK and JOHN, who are changing on the
corner of the seats.
NICK
Whee-uu!
ALBERT
Jesus!
JOHN
Holy shit!
VINCE
Merle, hey Merle, you got any
socks?
MERLE, who is crouched down studying the hillside, looks
over.
VINCE (CONT'D)
(rummaging around in the
mess of things he has
brought)
Never mind, Merle. Never mind, I
got 'em... Where the hell are my
pants? Anyone see my pants?... Who
the hell took my pants!
VINCE begins plunging around.
OTHERS
Fuckhead! Watch it!
VINCE
Somebody took my pants... I know I
brought pants.
VINCE tears into another pile of equipment, comes up with
nothing and steps out of the car.
VINCE (CONT'D)
All right. All right, you guys.
Whoever took my pants, I want 'em
back!
EXT. ROADSIDE AREA - DAWN - LATER
Shots are ringing out in the hills. NICK, ALBERT and JOHN
stand by the roadside while VINCE and MERLE glare at each
other. VINCE is still in his tuxedo pants, is still wearing
his dress shoes and is draped in a gigantic red goose down
vest that could only have come from ALBERT. MERLE's knapsack
lies on the ground in front of him and we can see that it
contains a pair of Vibram-soled mountain boots.
MERLE
Sure I got boots. I got boots right
here.
VINCE
Then lemme have 'em.
MERLE
No.
VINCE
(both hands in the air)
No!!!?
MERLE
No.
VINCE
What do you mean, no???
MERLE
That's it. No. No way.
VINCE
Some fuckin' friend... You're some
fuckin' friend, Merle!
MERLE
You gotta learn, Vince! You come
out here... You got no jacket, you
got no pants, you got no knife and
you got no boots. You think
everyone's gonna take care of you!
That's what you always think, but
this time you're wrong. This time
you're on your own!
ALBERT
Merle, give him the boots.
MERLE
No. No boots. No nothin'.
VINCE
You're one fuckin' bastard, Merle.
You know that? You're one fucking
bastard!
MERLE
(snapping it out, jabbing
his finger at the ground)
This is this, Vince. This isn't
something else. This is this!
VINCE
You know what I think? There's
times I think you're a goddamn
faggot!... I fixed you up a million
times, Merle!
(to the others)
I fixed him up a million times! I
don't know how many times I fixed
him up... and nothin' ever
happens... Zilch! Zero!... The
trouble with you, Merle, no one
knows what you're talking about!
"This is this"? What does that
mean, "this is this"? I mean is
that some faggot bullshit, or is
that some faggot bullshit!!! And if
it isn't, what the hell is it???
JOHN
Vince. Hey, you guys --
VINCE
(hopping now)
Take last night...! Last night he
coulda had twenty fuckin' deer!
More! He coulda had more! And look
what he does! I mean look what he
fuckin' does!!!
JOHN
Vince!!!
JOHN throws up his hands in a comical way.
JOHN (CONT'D)
I'll get the boots.
ALBERT
(in agreement)
Get the boots.
JOHN
(crossing to Merle's
knapsack)
I mean let's get going before --
MERLE -- who has remained completely calm throughout VINCE's
tirade -- pumps a shell in the chamber of his rifle. JOHN
freezes in his tracks and stares at him, his face gone white.
MERLE
I said no.
JOHN looks at ALBERT, who is right behind him, and they both
back away. VINCE, who is standing directly opposite MERLE,
begins to tremble. His mouth comes open, closes and comes
open again. Urine begins trickling out from the bottom of his
pants leg, staining the snow. Suddenly, NICK steps forward.
He looks at MERLE, crosses to the knapsack, takes out the
boots, walks over to VINCE and throws them on the road.
NICK
(gently, to Merle)
Let's hunt.
INT. BUSTED-DOWN OLD LOGGERS SHACK - NIGHT
The place is about nine-by-twelve. The floor is rotted out,
boards are missing from the walls and the entire structure is
canted to the right. Hanging from the roof peak is a hissing
Coleman lantern which sways in the wind.
VINCE, ALBERT and JOHN are sacked out, sound asleep. Beer
cans -- some old, some new -- litter the floor. Wet clothes,
most of them bloody, hang from tie-boards and nails. Strung
up on the end wall are two deer carcasses, one of them with a
knife jammed in it where steaks have been cut out.
Snow is blowing in -- dry, crystal bright. It swirls over
everything and settles on the sleeping figures on the floor.
CAMERA DISCOVERS MERLE AND NICK. They are both in sleeping
bags, lying on rusted bedsprings at either side of the broken
door. The wind gusts and moans. The cabin shudders and then
there is a sudden lull.
MERLE
Hey, Nick?
NICK
Huh?
MERLE
Tomorrow I go with Vince.
NICK
Hunt with Vince?
MERLE
Yeah... I mean so he knows... He
doesn't even know.
EXT. THRUWAY PITTSBURGH OFF-RAMP - TWILIGHT
Traffic is heavy, an unending flow of cars, a river of
headlights suspended on a curved concrete trestle which seems
to float in thin air. Behind is the mill, belching steam and
ablaze with fire.
NICK's Cadillac appears, horn blaring, weaving through the
traffic. The car sits low. Trussed to the hood, to the roof,
to the trunk, are the carcasses of five deer. Rope-ends
flutter and bang in the wind. The car shudders and thuds.
Inside, grinning maniacally, NICK, MERLE, VINCE, ALBERT and
JOHN are all shouting and guzzling beer.
EXT. COLUMBINE STREET - TWILIGHT
The Caddy appears, swerving onto Columbine with tires
screaming and NICK still leaning on the horn. The guys are
all hanging out the windows, shouting to FRIENDS, whistling
at GIRLS and banging a triumphant tatoo on the doors.
ALBERT
Maxie! Hey Maxie wha'd'ya say!
JOHN
Hey Geraldine, let's eat!
VINCE
Nothin' to it, asshole! Piece o'
fuckin' cake!
As the car ascends the grade the mill appears behind it,
seeming to loom upward under the pink-streaked twilight sky.
CAMERA HOLDS AS THE CAR COMES TOWARD IT. The headlights blaze
white, like huge hungry stars, and the eyes of the dead deer
on the fenders glitter gold and green and red.
ALBERT leans out the window and gives his Tarzan call... IT
SEEMS TO ECHO, AS IF COMING FROM FAR AWAY,
FREEZE FRAME...
EXT. CLOSE-UP OF JUNGLE LEAF - DAY
The leaf is being eaten by an exotic-looking insect. After
each bite, the insect lifts its head, produces an exceedingly
thoughtful expression, and chews.
WE HEAR THE BUZZ AND CREAK OF OTHER INSECTS, THEN A DULL,
FLUTTERING DRONE. THE DRONE GROWS LOUDER...
EXT. HELICOPTER SQUADRON - SOUTH VIETNAM - DAY
There are twenty of them, coming fast and low, just over the
tops of the trees. Sunlight gleams on their paint and
murderous-looking rockets are packed to their bellies in fat
clusters, like eggs.
Suddenly, in unison, they fire the rockets.
EXT. RANGE OF LOW HILLS - SOUTH VIETNAM - DAY
As the rockets streak away the lightened choppers shoot
upward, lost to sight. There is an eerie silence and then the
hillside explodes, vanishes in a sheet of smoke and flame two
miles wide.
EXT. DUSTY ROAD - DAY
A platoon of AMERICANS have been ambushed on the road. The
bodies lie helter-skelter -- headless, armless, legless, guts
spilled in the dirt. No one moves and there is absolute
silence except for the low buzz of flies.
A V.C. LIEUTENANT steps into sight. He gives a brusque
command and V.C. SOLDIERS step out of the jungle. The
LIEUTENANT bayonets a few of the fallen U.S. SOLDIERS --
idly, without much interest -- and then cracks a joke as he
rubs his finger in the Americans' blood. The V.C. SOLDIERS
laugh, spear a few AMERICANS themselves and repeat the joke.
There is a slight sound. The V.C. LIEUTENANT spins and gives
a low command. Fifty feet away there are three grass huts.
He signals his SOLDIERS to spread out and then he starts
toward them.
INT. GRASS HUT - DAY
South Vietnamese VILLAGERS -- women, children, and a few old
men -- sit huddled in the semi-darkness. The WOMEN hold their
hands over their BABIES' mouths. Flies buzz and there is a
look of stark terror in their faces.
EXT. DUSTY ROAD - DAY
One of the fallen AMERICANS moves. CAMERA CLOSES ON THE
SOLDIER. His face is in the dirt and flies are nuzzling at a
gash in his temple. The face is unshaven, frighteningly
gaunt, but we recognize that it is MERLE.
A WOMAN'S SCREAM comes from the direction of the huts. A shot
rings out. MERLE pulls himself to his hands and knees and
stands there, on all fours, like a dog.
EXT. GRASS HUTS - DAY
The V.C. roust the VILLAGERS from their huts, smashing them
in the back with rifle butts. One of the SOLDIERS emerges
from a hut carrying two small BABIES upside-down by their
feet. One of the WOMEN cries out. The SOLDIER gives her a
kick, swings one of her BABIES in the air and lets it go. The
BABY turns over and over against the blue sky. As the BABY
comes down ANOTHER SOLDIER catches it through the neck on the
end of his bayonet.
EXT. DUSTY ROAD - DAY
MERLE strips a B.A.R. from one of his dead companions, slams
a fresh clip in it, jams two extras in his pants and starts
for the grass huts. His movements are slow, almost dreamlike,
and his face is expressionless, like someone risen from the
dead.
EXT. GRASS HUTS DAY
The VILLAGERS -- about twenty of them -- have been formed in
a line. As the SOLDIERS look on the V.C. LIEUTENANT walks up
and down trying to extract information. The SPEARED BABY lies
in the dust between the two groups. The SECOND BABY tries to
play with it. The SOLDIER who threw the dead baby in the air
squats nearby and yawns.
EXT. GRASS HUTS - ANOTHER ANGLE - DAY
MERLE approaches between the huts. He takes a quick look
around the corner, finds the V.C. all bunched in a neat
package and draws back.
CAMERA CLOSES ON MERLE'S EYES. They are cold, dreaming
things, glittering blankly.
EXT. GRASS HUTS - DAY
MERLE spins out with the B.A.R. on full automatic. The V.C.
SOLDIERS go down screaming, arms and necks thrown back, in a
thin mist of spraying blood.
ABOVE THE CHATTER OF MERLE'S B.A.R. WE HEAR A GROWING ROAR.
EXT. APPROACHING AMERICAN HELICOPTERS - DAY
There are five of them, coming in low under the tops of
nearby trees.
EXT. GRASS HUTS - THE VILLAGERS - DAY
The VILLAGERS stand motionless, staring at the helicopters
and frozen with terror. They turn. They start to run. And
then they disappear in a roaring wall of burning napalm.
EXT. GRASS HUTS AFTER NAPALM ATTACK - DAY
MERLE stands alone with his B.A.R. surrounded by clouds of
billowing black smoke. There is no sound but the rush of
heated air and the faint crackle of flames. MERLE'S clothes
are burning. Flames are licking up his trouser legs and a
blob of napalm is burning fiercely on his helmet.
In front of MERLE the SOLDIERS and the VILLAGERS lie in two
charred heaps. The BABIES lie between them. Both are
motionless now, like two roasted stones.
An AMERICAN LIEUTENANT steps out from behind one of the
burning huts. MERLE and the LIEUTENANT spin on each other and
then the LIEUTENANT lowers his carbine.
LIEUTENANT
What the hell are you doing here?
MERLE
(numb)
Saving lives.
MORE AMERICANS appear, some twenty of them, coming out of the
trees in a long line. Among them are NICK and SAL.
LIEUTENANT
Move it out, girls! Move it out!
The LIEUTENANT heads down the line. NICK stares at MERLE.
NICK
Merle?... Jesus, Merle!
MERLE turns and looks at NICK. There is no recognition. He
seems to be looking right through him.
SAL comes up behind NICK.
SAL
Hey...! Hey, Merle!
A shot rings out. The LIEUTENANT goes down and suddenly the
whole line of AMERICANS is caught in a murderous cross-fire.
Grenades rain out of the trees. MERLE, NICK and SAL dive for
cover.
Out of the smoke V.C. SOLDIERS begin to appear, more and more
of them, swarming out of the jungle in scores.
EXT. CLEARING IN THE JUNGLE - HEAVY RAIN - DAY
We are looking at the ground where three pits have been dug
and fitted with bamboo gratings which are held down by
stones. The ground is ankle-deep in running mud and the pits
are filled with water to within a foot of the bamboo
gratings. In each of the pits are about a half-dozen men --
SOUTH VIETNAMESE and AMERICAN. Their hands grip the gratings
and their eyes are hollow. Other than an occasional groan
there is only the sound of the falling rain.
A V.C. SOLDIER trudges out of the jungle. As he reaches the
pits he notices the hands, curses and begins jumping up and
down on the bamboo gratings. The hands disappear. As soon as
one comes back, the SOLDIER stomps on it, shrieking with
laughter. Then, almost as an afterthought, the SOLDIER pulls
down his pants and squats above the center grating.
CAMERA TILTS SLOWLY UPWARD. We see the clearing in its
totality. It is a raw hole hacked out of the jungle and
contains only two structures. One is a large bamboo "tiger
cage" with a few leaves tied to its top. The other is a small
hut with a thatched roof. The walls of the hut are open and
we can see V.C. GUARDS moving about inside.
A cry comes from the hut. There is the THUD of a rifle butt
on flesh and the cry abruptly stops.
INT. THATCHED HUT - DAY
In the middle of the hut is an American kitchen table with a
rose-patterned plastic top. At opposite ends of the table are
two chairs. A SOUTH VIETNAMESE PRISONER sits in one of the
chairs. In the other chair, facing him, is MERLE.
The SOUTH VIETNAMESE has a welt on his head and one of the
half-dozen V.C. GUARDS in the hut is screaming at him. In the
middle of the table, between the SOUTH VIETNAMESE and MERLE,
is a single-action .45 caliber revolver with an American
eagle carved on its ivory grip.
MERLE sits quietly, waiting, but his eyes are working, taking
in every detail of the scene. The V.C. GUARD gives the SOUTH
VIETNAMESE a final cuff, takes up the revolver with a
dramatic flourish and loads one cartridge into the chamber.
Immediately the OTHER GUARDS begin placing bets. The GUARDS
are a ragged bunch -- wet, half-drunk on captured Budweiser,
and it takes some time to straighten things out.
MERLE looks off to his right:
INT. THATCHED HUT - REVERSE ANGLE - DAY
We see more SOUTH VIETNAMESE and AMERICAN prisoners standing
against the wall. Most of them have been badly beaten and all
have their elbows tied behind their backs. In among them,
standing beside one another, are NICK and SAL. NICK looks
grey, like a skinny ghost. SAL is out of control, sobbing
quietly.
INT. THATCHED HUT - ORIGINAL ANGLE - DAY
The betting is now completed. The V.C. in charge waves the
.45 around and calls for silence. Then, closing the cylinder
containing the single bullet, he points the revolver at the
ceiling and clicks through the empty chambers until the
revolver goes off with a ROAR. Bits of thatch flutter down
from the ceiling. The V.C. GUARDS shout enthusiastically and
grin.
MERLE sits motionless. The SOUTH VIETNAMESE across the table
from him begins shaking uncontrollably.
The V.C. in charge now reloads the revolver with one
cartridge, snaps the cylinder shut, puts the gun on the table
between MERLE and the SOUTH VIETNAMESE and gives it a good
spin.
The revolver slows and finally comes to a stop pointing at
MERLE. MERLE stares at it for a long beat. Then he picks it
up, spins the cylinder, cocks it, puts it to his temple and
pulls the trigger. The hammer falls on an empty chamber with
a loud CLICK.
MERLE places the revolver back on the table and pushes it
toward the SOUTH VIETNAMESE. The SOUTH VIETNAMESE begins to
tremble again. Fumbling horribly he finally manages to get
the gun in his hand. He spins the cylinder, cocks the hammer
and puts the gun to his temple. The gun weaves around.
The SOUTH VIETNAMESE closes his eyes and pulls the trigger.
There is a loud CLICK.
MERLE takes the revolver again. He spins it, cocks it -- all
in one smooth motion -- puts it to his temple and pulls the
trigger. There is another CLICK.
MERLE pushes the gun back across the table. This time the
SOUTH VIETNAMESE takes it up with sudden confidence. He spins
the cylinder, cocks it, puts it to his temple and pulls on
the trigger.
THERE IS A ROAR. THE PISTOL IS FLYING IN THE AIR AND THEN THE
MAN'S HEAD, HALF-EXPLODED, CRASHES OVER ONTO THE KITCHEN
TABLE.
MERLE doesn't even blink. The GUARDS begin hooting and
laughing, wiping pieces of brain from their clothes, and
MERLE watches them, watches every gesture, every movement...
like a cat.
EXT. THATCHED HUT - LATER DAY
A pile of bodies lie by the steps in the pouring rain. The
bodies are both SOUTH VIETNAMESE and AMERICAN. Their heads
are all variously blown to pieces and SEVERAL HUGE RATS are
already feeding on them.
INT. THATCHED HUT - TABLE AREA - DAY
NICK is at the table now, opposite a SOUTH VIETNAMESE. He
holds the pistol by his chin, spins the cylinder. His face is
twitching, dripping sweat and both he and his opponent are
holding onto each other's eyes as if they had been at it for
a long time.
NICK raises the pistol to his temple, CLICKS OUT. The GUARDS
murmur. NICK pushes the pistol across the table.
INT. THATCHED HUT - PRISONER END - DAY
There are no Americans left to play except SAL. The sobbing
has stopped but SAL is shaking and trembling and his eyes
wander around in their sockets as if they been cut loose.
MERLE, who lies on the floor nearby, is trying to talk to
SAL. As he does so we hear the CLICKS coming from across the
room and the excited MURMURS of the GUARDS as their betting
choice survives another round.
MERLE
You can do it, Sal.
SAL
No. No, no.
MERLE
Sal... listen to me, Sal! You have
to do it.
SAL
I want to go home, Merle.
MERLE
You have to think about this, Sal.
Listen to me, Sal! You have to
think about this.
SAL
(tears again)
This is horrible!
MERLE
Listen to me, Sal. If you don't do
it they'll put you in the pit. If
they put you in the pit, Sal,
you're gonna die... Sal, do you
understand?
SAL
(nods)
Merle, I wanna go home!
There is an EXPLOSION from the other end of the room. SAL'S
eyes go wide and he lets out a whimpering SCREAM. The GUARDS
open a path and NICK appears. His knees won't support him and
the GUARD who is holding him throws him on the floor.
MERLE
Listen to me, Sal. Do it! You have
to do it!
The GUARD who delivered NICK jerks SAL to his feet and drags
him of f to the table.
INT. THATCHED HUT - TABLE AREA - DAY
SAL is thrown in the chair. A SOUTH VIETNAMESE is placed
opposite him. The SOUTH VIETNAMESE is a kid, even younger
than SAL, and he is trembling with terror.
SAL
Hey, listen, you can do it.
(Sal nods, smiles)
Believe me, you can do it. We can
both do it. Then we go home, see?
Then we go home!
SAL looks down. The pistol is ending its spin and the muzzle
comes up pointing at the SOUTH VIETNAMESE. The SOUTH
VIETNAMESE stares at the gun and tears begin to fill his
eyes. The GUARDS begin yelling at him, urging him on and then
SAL gives him a SMILE OF SUCH UNWAVERING FAITH that the SOUTH
VIETNAMESE picks up the gun, fumbles the cylinder around,
cocks it and puts it to his temple. For a moment SAL and the
SOUTH VIETNAMESE look at each other. THE SOUTH VIETNAMESE IS
TAKING HIS FAITH STRAIGHT OUT OF SAL'S EYES AND NOW SAL GIVES
HIM ANOTHER ENCOURAGING NOD.
The SOUTH VIETNAMESE BOY squeezes the trigger. THERE IS AN
EXPLOSION AND HIS HEAD DISINTEGRATES WITH A ROAR.
SAL sits motionless, his jaw hanging open and his face formed
in an expression of terrible puzzlement. Then his face begins
to move, begins to twitch, as if the muscles were trying to
discover a frown. SAL looks around. He looks back again at
the place where his friend was sitting and he begins to cry.
INT. TIGER CAGE - HEAVY RAIN - FOLLOWING DAY
A half-dozen SOUTH VIETNAMESE sit huddled together in the
muck on the uphill side. A seventh lies sprawled on his back,
DEAD. The rain pours through the few leaves placed on the
roof and splashes in great cascades in the middle of the
floor.
On the downhill side are SAL, NICK and MERLE. SAL is in a
fetal position, gripping his knees and rocking himself back
and forth. His eyes are vacant and his face is fixed in an
expression of horror, as if he were still watching the boy at
the table blow himself away. Beside SAL is NICK. NICK sits
slumped against the bamboo. One knee is raised and he is
picking at the threads of his trousers where they have torn
at the knee.
MERLE IS STANDING, GRIPPING THE BAMBOO WALLS OF THE CAGE AND
LOOKING OUT AT THE "PITS".
EXT. THE PITS - MERLE'S POV - HEAVY RAIN - DAY
The pits are about twenty feet away. Running mud and water
gurgle into them, coming out through shallow trenches on the
downhill side. There are fewer hands than the day before, far
fewer. The nearest pit only has one pair and as MERLE watches
he sees that these hands are struggling to keep their grip.
SUDDENLY ONE OF THE HANDS SLIPS AWAY. THE HAND COMES BACK FOR
A MOMENT, THEN BOTH HANDS DISAPPEAR.
INT. TIGER CAGE - HEAVY RAIN - DAY
MERLE turns away from the "pits". He looks down at SAL, then
he looks at NICK. His expression is one of exasperation, as
if he had been having a long argument.
MERLE
I'm telling you, Nick, no one's
going to come.
NICK
What are you, God?
MERLE
Listen, asshole, it's up to us!
NICK
They bombed last night, right?
Didn't they bomb? If they bombed
last night, they could bomb
tonight. They could be up there
right now!
MERLE
What are you, hoping?
NICK
What else?
MERLE
I thought you might be praying.
NICK
I'm doing that too.
MERLE
I suppose you wish you were
somewhere else?
NICK
What do you think?
MERLE
Nick, you're wasting your time...
Listen to me! You're wasting your
time! This is no fucking time for
hoping or praying or wishing or any
other shit! This is it. Here we
are... And we gotta get out!
NICK
You're right... Okay, you're right.
MERLE
(grabs him)
Get off your ass, Nick. Get off
your fucking ass and stand up!!!
NICK
(stands)
Okay, okay!
(he straightens his
shoulders)
Okay. Okay, you're right... What
about Sal?
MERLE
Forget Sal.
NICK
What do you mean?
MERLE
I mean forget Sal... Sal can't take
it, Nick.
NICK
Forget Sal?
MERLE
Forget Sal... Listen to me --
forget Sal! I've been working on
Sal since dawn, Nick. Sal's in a
dream and he won't come out.
LISTEN!!! From here on you gotta go
for you. You hear me? For you!
NICK
Merle...
MERLE
LISTEN, NICK! GET IT THROUGH YOUR
HEAD OR YOU AND ME ARE BOTH DEAD
TOO!
A shout comes from the thatched hut. The SOUTH VIETNAMESE
whip around in fright. MERLE and NICK turn.
Through the bars of the "tiger cage" we see the V.C. GUARDS
coming down from the thatched hut. The GUARDS are all
drinking beer again and the GUARD IN CHARGE is waving the
pearl-handled revolver.
NICK looks at MERLE. The sight has totally unnerved him.
MERLE (CONT'D)
(calm)
We gotta play with more bullets.
NICK
We what?
MERLE
We gotta play with more bullets,
Nick. It's the only way.
NICK
More bullets in the gun?
MERLE
(even)
More bullets in the gun... The
trouble is that still leaves one of
us with his hands tied up, so that
means we gotta play each other.
NICK
(numb)
With more bullets?... Against each
other?... Are you crazy!!! Are you
fucking nuts!!!
MERLE
Nick... NICK!!! It's the only
chance we've got!
NICK stares at MERLE. Rain is pouring off them in rivulets
and the VOICES of the approaching GUARDS are getting louder.
NICK
How many bullets?
MERLE
(watching him)
Three bullets -- minimum.
NICK
(panic)
No way. No fucking way!
MERLE
(evenly, holding him with
his eyes)
I'll pick the moment, Nick. The
game goes on until I move. When I
start shooting, go for the nearest
guard and get his gun.
NICK
No. No way!
MERLE
When you get the AK, open up. You
got me? Open up.
NICK
(screaming)
YOU'RE CRAZY!!!... NO WAY!... NOW
YOU'RE CRAZY!!! YOU'RE COMPLETELY
CRAZY!!!
The GUARDS begin screaming orders from outside the cage and
ONE OF THEM lets off a blast of automatic rifle fire which
shreds the bamboo roof just above the PRISONERS' heads. NICK
and MERLE grab SAL and drag him to the door.
EXT. CLEARING IN THE JUNGLE - HEAVY RAIN - DAY
As the PRISONERS emerge from the "tiger cage" the GUARDS
smash them with their rifle butts, screaming orders. In the
melee SAL is separated from NICK and MERLE, both of whom are
knocked to the ground by furious blows. When they get to
their feet they see that SAL is wandering off alone in the
direction of the "pits". One of the GUARDS spots SAL and
clubs him down.
SAL gets up and begins wandering off again. The GUARD clubs
him down again, turns to the GUARD IN CHARGE and begins
complaining. The GUARD IN CHARGE dispatches a SECOND GUARD to
help the FIRST and the TWO GUARDS open the bamboo grating on
one of the "pits".
MERLE turns to NICK, who is standing beside him.
MERLE
It's up to you, Nick. Now it's up
to you.
EXT. CLEARING IN THE JUNGLE - THE "PITS" - DAY
SAL has absolutely no comprehension of what is about to
happen to him. His eyes are dreamy, far away, as if he had
mentally transported himself to some distant place. There are
great gashes in his head from the blows he has received and
as he stands waiting in the pouring rain he looks exactly
like a very small child who has experienced some terrible
confusion.
Suddenly the GUARD standing beside SAL wrenches him around.
We see the pit now, CLOSE UP. There are four bloated CORPSES
floating in the muck.
We SAL'S FACE, CLOSE UP. He gives a CRY and tries to turn
away.
We see the GUARDS pick SAL up, SCREAMING. We see the SPLASH
as SAL hits the water and then we see him surface between the
bloated CORPSES, STILL SCREAMING, paddling desperately and
trying to find something solid to hod him up.
EXT. CLEARING IN THE JUNGLE - WAITING PRISONERS - DAY
NICK stands motionless, stunned, listening to SAL'S SCREAMS.
MERLE has his attention focused on the GUARD IN CHARGE and
when he glances in their direction MERLE slugs NICK in the
stomach and begins beating him furiously to the ground. NICK
struggles to his feet. MERLE attacks him again and now, as
the GUARD IN CHARGE comes over to see what's going on, MERLE
begins hopping up and down, pointing at NICK, pointing at the
revolver in the GUARD'S hand and screaming.
MERLE
Him and me!!! Him and me!!!
The GUARDS look at each other, interested.
MERLE (CONT'D)
Him and me, goddamn it! Him and me!
INT. THATCHED HUT - HEAVY RAIN - DAY
MERLE and NICK sit facing one another across the rose
patterned kitchen table. The GUARDS are all grinning and even
the SOUTH VIETNAMESE are watching with grim fascination. NICK
has the revolver. He is trembling visibly. Already MERLE has
managed to draw the GUARDS in closer and as NICK spins the
cylinder and cocks the hammer MERLE jumps up and begins
pounding on the table.
MERLE
This is it, motherfuckers! Now he's
going to do it! Watch! You watch!
NICK almost loses what little control is left and his hand
begins shaking violently.
MERLE (CONT'D)
Look at him! See! This is it and he
knows it!
Side bets begin changing hands.
MERLE (CONT'D)
Last chance to lose your money
there, guys. Goodbye money! Hurry,
hurry. Here he goes!
NICK puts the revolver against his temple and pulls the
trigger. There is a dull CLICK.
NICK puts the revolver back on the table. His hand is shaking
so badly it falls with a clunk. MERLE grabs it, spins it,
sticks it to his temple and CLICKS OUT, talking all the time:
MERLE (CONT'D)
This is stupid! You understand
stupid? On and on! At this rate
we'll still be here tomorrow!
(throws the revolver on
the table)
Wait a minute. I know! Hey, I got
it. More! Put in more! You
understand more? More! More
bullets!
(he mimes with his
fingers)
Three bullets! You understand
three? That way BLAM! BOOM!
MERLE hops up and down, laughing maniacally.
MERLE (CONT'D)
KA-POWIE!!! BA-ROOM!!!... 'Cause I
want that bastard! Him I want boom!
Him or me!!!
The GUARD IN CHARGE looks at his COMPANIONS. They all begin
shouting for him to go ahead. The GUARD IN CHARGE purses his
lips, as if imitating a general coming to a decision, and
then nods his assent. The GUARDS all howl. MERLE joins right
in.
MERLE (CONT'D)
He's terrific! Great fucking guy!
The GUARD IN CHARGE takes the revolver, opens the cylinder
and begins sticking in two more cartridges.
MERLE (CONT'D)
KA-POW!!! BA-ROOMIE!!!
MERLE hops up and down again, then screams at NICK, jabbing
his finger at him, as if in fury.
MERLE (CONT'D)
Both of us may have to pull on
this, so get your shit in fuckin'
shape!!!
(to the GUARDS)
Him or me!!! Now we got it, him or
me!!!
(he rubs his hands and
sits back down)
Place your bets, motherfuckers! Now
we're going! Now we got a game!
The GUARD IN CHARGE places the revolver on the table, spins
it.
MERLE (CONT'D)
Watch! Now watch! He's going to get
it. And then KA-POW! BA-ROOMIE!!!
The muzzle stops pointing at MERLE. MERLE scowls, looks over
at the GUARD IN CHARGE. The GUARD IN CHARGE has lifted the
barrel of his AK 47 and is watching him with caution. The
OTHER GUARDS, who are totally caught up in the game, are
yelling and shouting.
MERLE
You guys think I'm in trouble,
right?
MERLE picks up the revolver, spins the cylinder, cocks it...
MERLE (CONT'D)
No way! Never!!!
(he begins to chant)
MERLE IS MIGHTY! -- HA!
MERLE IS STRONG! -- HA!
MERLE IS MAGIC! -- HA!
MERLE LIVES LONG!
Lemme hear it. Come on,
motherfuckers, lemme hear it!
MERLE starts it again. The GUARDS who are bett ing on him
JOIN IN:
MERLE (CONT'D)
(with GUARDS)
MERLE IS MIGHTY! -- HA!
MERLE IS STRONG! -- HA!
MERLE IS MAGIC! -- HA!
MERLE LIVES LONG!
MERLE takes a glance at the GUARD IN CHARGE again. The GUARD
IN CHARGE is still eyeing him with caution.
MERLE places the revolver to his temple... and CLICKS into an
empty chamber.
MERLE (CONT'D)
See! Nothing to it.
He pushes the gun across to NICK. Then he stabs his finger at
him, screaming again, as if in a fit of rage.
MERLE (CONT'D)
You got an empty chamber and it's
in your mind! Just put that empty
chamber in the gun!
NICK looks down at the revolver and picks it up. He stares at
MERLE for a moment. Then he spins the cylinder, cocks the
hammer, Puts it to his head... and CLICKS into an empty
chamber.
The GUARDS let out expressions of disbelief. Those betting on
NICK begin taunting those betting on MERLE.
MERLE sits motionless, as if stunned, as if utterly defeated,
his brow furrowed in a mighty frown.
NICK pushes the revolver across the table. His face is
twitching but he gives the gesture a certain flair, as if
throwing back a challenge.
MERLE stares at the revolver -- stares at it with an
expression of utter gloom. Then he reaches out, takes the
revolver in his hand and pulls it toward him, as if he no
longer possessed the strength to pick it up.
MERLE (CONT'D)
(gloom)
Who's for Merle?
(he thumps his fist on the
table)
Is anyone for Merle???
MERLE roams a glowering eve over the watching GUARDS, as if
suddenly discovering himself among traitors. Slowly, he
pushes himself to his feet. The gun is still on the table,
still in his right hand, and as he gets up he lets his body
sag over it.
MERLE (CONT'D)
Who here is for Merle...?
There is absolute silence now except for the drumming of the
rain. It is as if the war had disappeared, vanished. The
GUARDS stand motionless, hardly breathing, so captivated by
MERLE'S performance that they suddenly resemble little
children.
MERLE (CONT'D)
Who... here... is for Merle...?
MERLE begins his chant again. His voice is low, very
dramatic, and the GUARD IN CHARGE joins right in.
MERLE (CONT'D)
(with GUARDS)
MERLE IS MIGHTY! -- HA!
MERLE IS STRONG! -- HA!
MERLE IS MAGIC -- HA!
MERLE snaps the revolver level in his hand and BLASTS the
GUARD IN CHARGE, hitting him full in the face. At the same
time NICK throws himself into the GUARD who is standing
behind him, spins and slams the GUARD'S AK 47 into his chin.
TWO MORE SHOTS BLAST OUT FROM MERLE'S .45 and we see TWO
GUARDS crash over the kitchen table. NICK now opens up with
AK 47, and as MERLE backs off beside him, also with an AK 47,
they GUN the remaining GUARDS to the floor.
It is over in an instant. The BODIES lie in a bloody, tangled
mess under a pathetic paper lantern. The rain drones on --
uninterrupted, undiminished, eternal...
EXT. CLEARING IN THE JUNGLE - HEAVY RAIN - DAY
Barely visible against the dripping foliage -- like a shadow
is a startled V.C. SOLDIER. The man takes a half-step
forward, unslings his rifle and OPENS FIRE.
INT. THATCHED HUT - DAY
The SOUTH VIETNAMESE PRISONERS are hit where they stand. NICK
spins, BADLY WOUNDED. MERLE throws himself on the floor and
lets go with the AK 47.
EXT. BAMBOO GROVE - HEAVY RAIN - DAY
MERLE appears carrying NICK on his back. NICK is unconscious
and the effort that MERLE has expended to get him this far
can be measured in MERLE'S eves, which burn like dead coals.
As MERLE approaches, traversing the bamboo grove along the
side of a steep hill, we suddenly see SAL, stumbling along
behind and attached to MERLE by a short rope.
MERLE comes to a stop, unshoulders NICK and lays him on the
ground. As MERLE stands looking at NICK, gasping for breath,
SAL hunches down and stares at the endless trunks of bamboo
with an expression of pure terror.
SAL
Where are we going, Merle? Are we
going home?
There is a sound, so faint as to be almost imperceptible.
MERLE throws himself on SAL, slamming one hand across his
mouth and raising the other in case he has to silence NICK.
For a moment there is nothing -- silence. The rain drones on
and we can hear NICK'S breath, which comes in short, shallow
rasps.
The sound comes again and suddenly a PLATOON OF V.C. SOLDIERS
appear, coming down through the trees. Their passage is
almost completely silent and they go by on both sides, moving
down the hill.
CAMERA CLOSES SLOWLY ON MERLE'S FACE. His gums are bleeding
and his skin is drawn tight so that every bone stands out in
his skull. His teeth are bared, his eyes are hollow and he
looks within a hair's breadth of being completely mad.
EXT. CRATERED ROADSIDE - NIGHT
A huge battle is taking place nearby. The earth trembles and
shakes and gigantic explosions intermittently light the sky.
MERLE staggers down a ravine with NICK, loses his footing and
slides to the bottom where he lies in the mud, motionless,
too tired to move.
SAL comes down behind. He is hunched over, like a gnome. The
rope which MERLE has tied around his neck drags in the mud
and his eyes are huge with terror.
SAL
Merle?
MERLE
(a whisper)
Right here.
SAL crouches down in the mud.
SAL
Where are we going, Merle? Are we
going home?
MERLE
(barely moving his lips)
Right here.
Another explosion lights the sky, this one much closer. In
the flash we see that a red American car is stranded in the
middle of the road. There is another explosion and another
flash. The car is dusty, spattered with mud, but otherwise it
appears miraculously unharmed.
NICK'S breath rattles in his throat. MERLE, who lies beside
NICK, holding him, has closed his eyes. SAL, who is the only
one who has seen the car, stares at it hard, and for a long
time, trying it out with one eye and then the other.
SAL
Merle?
No answer.
SAL (CONT'D)
Merle?
Still no answer. SAL goes over to MERLE and shakes him.
Getting no response he crosses fearfully toward the
automobile. When he gets to within a foot of it, he reaches
out and touches it.
SAL (CONT'D)
Merle. Merle, a car!
As the flashes continue to light up the sky, SAL peers at the
tires and begins kicking them.
SAL (CONT'D)
Hey! Hey, gee!
SAL crosses to the window and looks in. There is no damage
whatsoever, the keys are dangling from the ignition. SAL
pulls open the door and climbs in. He pumps the accelerator,
hits the starter...
THERE IS A FLASH OF FIRE, THEN A HUGE EXPLOSION AND THE CAR
GOES UP IN A FIREBALL OF FLAME.
EXT. CRATERED ROADSIDE - BURNING CAR - NIGHT
MERLE has dragged SAL from the car and thrown him in the
ditch below NICK. SAL is horribly burned and MERLE kneels
over him -- out of breath, tears streaming from his cavernous
eyes -- howling with helpless rage.
MERLE
Damn it!!! God damn it!!!
MERLE looks down at SAL. SAL'S face in a mass of raw flesh
but his eyes look up at MERLE with lunatic, unwavering trust.
MERLE (CONT'D)
Sal!
(more gently)
Sal... Goddamn it, Sal, don't you
know anything?
SAL
Where are we going, Merle? Are we
going home?
MERLE
(nods)
Sure. Sure, Sal. We're going home.
EXT. CRATERED ROADSIDE - FOLLOWING DAY
REFUGEES are streaming down the road in a desperate,
frightened human torrent. There is every imaginable means of
conveyance -- from bullock carts to motorbikes -- but the
vast majority, carrying their meager belongings, are fleeing
on foot. The burned-out car is still in the middle of the
road and the great human tide streams around it, as if it
were an island. In the distance comes the sound of machine
gun fire and mortars are coming in nearby. MEDVAC helicopters
clatter overhead with wounded strapped to baskets on the
skids. Now and then an ARMY CONVOY comes through, blasting
the REFUGEES into the ditch.
MERLE sits alone on the embankment by the side of the road.
NICK and SAL are gone and the area is littered with fresh
bandage packages and throw-away medical supplies. Suddenly a
jeep pulls up with a two-star GENERAL in it.
GENERAL
Where's your unit, soldier?
MERLE stares at the GENERAL -- blankly, without
comprehension. Finally, after a long moment, he gives a
slight shrug.
GENERAL
(to his DRIVER)
C'mon. We'll take him along.
The GENERAL and the DRIVER get out and start up the
embankment toward MERLE.
GENERAL (CONT'D)
Little R and R and you'll be
standing tall again, son... Damn,
this is steep!
DRIVER
Uh-oh. Sir.
The GENERAL looks up at MERLE. MERLE is holding the pearl
handled revolver and he cocks the hammer with an audible
click.
GENERAL
Uh-oh.
The GENERAL and the DRIVER turn tail, scramble back down the
embankment and pile in the jeep.
GENERAL (CONT'D)
(as they take off)
Y'know, there's more fucking
maniacs coming out of this
conflict...
MERLE watches them go without expression. On the road below
the REFUGEES stream past -- by the hundreds, by the
thousands, by the tens of thousands. For a long moment MERLE
watches, then he jams the gun in his pants and stands.
EXT. EVACUATION ROUTE - DAY
MERLE is walking with the fleeing REFUGEES. CAMERA PANS,
HOLDING ON MERLE as he grows smaller and smaller -- to a
speck in the vast human torrent.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. OUT-PATIENT ROOM - U.S. MILITARY HOSPITAL - SAIGON - DAY
The room is tiny, a cubicle furnished with a chair. NICK is
alone, standing at the window looking out. He wears ill
fitting civilian clothes whose colors are too bright for-the
pallor of his skin. Around his neck is a piece of plastic on
which is stapled a colored paper marker. Departing aircraft
thunder overhead and there is the sound of some nearby
hydraulic mechanism.
EXT. LOADING RAMP (NICK'S POV) - U.S. MILITARY HOSPITAL - DAY
Black BODY BAGS are laid out in countless rows on the hot
concrete TWO PFC's are stacking them on pallets and MORE
PFC's, driving hydraulic LIFTERS, are loading the pallets
into the cavernous hold of a huge JET TRANSPORT.
INT. OUT-PATIENT ROOM - U.S. MILITARY HOSPITAL - DAY
NICK turns away from the window and sits down in the chair.
Suddenly the door bursts open and a harassed DOCTOR comes in.
DOCTOR
Is your name Solomon?
NICK shakes his head.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
Are you sure?
NICK nods.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
Lemme see this.
The DOCTOR looks at the paper marker on NICK's neck.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
Is this yours?
NICK nods.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
This isn't yours. This can't be
yours! I'm going to take this one
off and cut it up...
(he extracts a pair of
scissors and does so)
Shred it... so no one gets a hold
of it. What I'm going to do now,
I'm going to give you this one.
(he staples a new marker
around NICK's neck)
There. How's that? Does that feel
better?
NICK nods. The DOCTOR directs a finger at him.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
That one's yours.
The DOCTOR slams back out the door. Another jet thunders
overhead. The hydraulic LIFTERS on the loading ramp shriek
and whine...
NICK reaches for the new paper marker on his neck and peers
down at it from the corner of his eye. It seems to remind him
of something and he takes out his wallet. In his wallet is a
PHOTOGRAPH of LINDA. NICK peers at the photograph intently,
then closes his wallet and puts it away.
INT. U.S. ARMY TELEPHONE CENTER - SAIGON - DAY
Banks of telephones line the wall. Stretching out from the
telephones are long, ragged lines of SERVICEMEN waiting to
call home. The room is huge, full of echoes. Re-enlistment
posters are plastered everywhere and CANNED LATIN MUSIC is
playing.
NICK stands in one of the lines with only one person in front
of him. He looks anxious. He takes out his wallet again,
peers intently at LINDA'S PHOTOGRAPH, then puts it back.
NICK takes a half-step forward -- staring at the telephone --
and then he stops, frozen with fear.
GUM CHEWER BEHIND
Go on, babe. Take it. 'S all yours!
NICK
(mumbles)
You go ahead.
CAMERA HOLDS ON NICK as he turns out of the line and heads
for the exit under a long row of CLOCKS.
EXT. BUSY STREET - SAIGON - DAY
NICK comes along the sidewalk in a CROWD OF PEDESTRIANS. He
is drunk and he moves aimlessly, as if he had been drifting
along for hours. As he comes to a stop, staring at a SOUTH
VIETNAMESE who has lost both legs, he fumbles in his pocket
for a pint of whiskey, empties the bottle and drops it in the
gutter. Suddenly, across the street, something catches his
eye.
NICK
(calling)
Sal...! Sal!!!
NICK throws himself into the traffic, headlong, without even
looking.
Vehicles swerve and screech to a stop. NICK dodges between
them, gains the sidewalk on the other side and claps his hand
on the back of a passing SOLDIER. The SOLDIER turns. It is
not SAL at all and the resemblance is not even close.
NICK (CONT'D)
Sorry... Thought you were someone
else.
The SOLDIER continues on his way. The CROWD streams on, a sea
of bobbing, brilliant color. NICK gropes in his pocket and
produces another pint bottle. He unscrews the cap and downs a
long swallow.
INT. BAR - SAIGON - NIGHT
The place is very dark. LOUD MUSIC is playing. Partially-clad
BAR GIRLS are dancing with the CUSTOMERS, while above, on a
kind of trapeze, NAKED GIRLS are performing obscene
contortions.
NICK sits at one of the tables. By now he is very drunk and a
BAR GIRL is giving him her undivided attention.
NICK
I love Linda, see. I love Linda
more than I can even say.
BAR GIRL
Everybody love Linda.
NICK
That's right. That's exactly what I
mean!
BAR GIRL
I love Linda. Myself, I love Linda
so much!
NICK
Only,good people love Linda, see.
What Linda has, Linda --
BAR GIRL
(in his ear)
How you like to have nice fuck with
Linda? You like that? Special,
crazy fuck just like with Linda?
NICK
(stares at her)
You mean...?
BAR GIRL
I show you. Come. You come.
(pulls him to his feet)
Linda have special, crazy fuck.
That right?
NICK nods. He looks as if he might be about to cry.
BAR GIRL (CONT'D)
I give you special, crazy fuck,
just like Linda. Come. You come.
Linda cry, make crazy moan?
NICK nods.
BAR GIRL (CONT'D)
I give you cry, crazy moan. Come.
You come.
INT. CORRIDOR - BAR - NIGHT
The BAR GIRL comes around the corner with NICK, guiding him
to a flight of narrow stairs. She has one hand around his
waist and the other down the front of his pants.
BAR GIRL
You like to call me Linda now?
NICK
Linda, yeah.
BAR GIRL
You call me Linda, just like home.
Suddenly NICK draws to a stop, staring at a small window at
the end of the corridor. He tears himself loose from the BAR
GIRL and pushes up against the glass.
EXT. NARROW STREET (NICK'S POV) - NIGHT
Seated on the sidewalk against the wall of the opposite
building is an OLD MAN surrounded by a collection of white
ceramic elephants. A truck roars by in front of him.
Motorcycles sputter past and PEDESTRIANS hurry in both
directions. The OLD MAN sits motionless, like the guardian of
some timeless, silent kingdom.
INT. CORRIDOR - BAR - NIGHT
NICK spins away from the window.
NICK
Hey... Hey, elephants! Look at
those elephants!
The BAR GIRL stares at him.
NICK (CONT'D)
Linda loves elephants! Linda... she
loves 'em!
NICK turns and charges back down the corridor with the BAR
GIRL hot on his tail.
BAR GIRL
Wait! First I give you special
fuck!
NICK
Elephants! Make way... I gotta get
elephants!
EXT. NARROW STREET - NIGHT
NICK paces up and down in front of the OLD MAN and his
ceramic elephants.
NICK
Great... These are great. I wanna
tell you these are great elephants!
I'm going home, see... Stateside in
a few days and my wife Linda, she
loves elephants. She... she has a
thing for elephants because
elephants... Elephants go on. You
know what I mean? They go right on.
I don't know if they cry. Maybe at
night. I mean... What I mean is my
two best buddies are dead, see,
MIA, who knows, and they would have
liked some elephants also
because... How much are these
elephants? I mean let's talk
elephant.
(notices a GROUP OF STREET
URCHINS)
Hey you guys...! Over here! Come
over here and carry elephants!
The STREET URCHINS come running. They are ragged,
malnourished, ranging in age from about six to nine. They are
covered with sores. One of them ~as lost an eye and another
has lost a hand.
NICK (CONT'D)
Everyone take an elephant!
(to the YOUNGEST URCHIN)
You know how to carry an elephant?
(the URCHIN nods)
That's what I thought. Right off I
figured you as that kind of guy.
Hey, wait a minute, I gotta get
change. Take an elephant! Everyone
take an elephant and then form up.
Right here. Over here, like this,
in a nice long elephant line...
Good. That's good. Man, look at all
these elephants! One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight,
nine, ten... eleven elephants!
(surveys them)
Hey, but you gotta stand tall to
carry elephants.
(he illustrates)
Better. That's better. I mean...
God damn, I mean that's elephants
now! Wait. Now you wait while I get
change.
NICK dives into a nearby bar.
INT. NEARBY BAR - NIGHT
The place is as dark as the one before. MUSIC BLASTS from a
jukebox and two vaseline-covered GIRLS are dancing. As NICK
crosses to the bar to get change there is a WHISTLING SCREAM
and then the FRONT WALL OF THE BUILDING DISINTEGRATES IN A
ROAR OF NOISE.
NICK pulls himself out of the debris. There is absolute
silence in the WRECKED BAR but rockets are coming in all over
the city and the EXPLOSIONS rumble and roar.
EXT. NARROW STREET AFTER ROCKET EXPLOSION - NIGHT
A nearby building is burning fiercely. The street is deserted
except for the sprawled CORPSES of the STREET URCHINS which
lie this way and that, like broken dolls.
NICK walks out past the CORPSES. The street is littered with
fragments of broken ceramic -- gleaming, pure white, like
chunks of snow.
EXT. DESERTED STREET - SAIGON - NIGHT
The sky is alight with fires. Now and then HUGE EXPLOSIONS
rock the night and SIRENS wail.
A lone figure appears, walking down the middle of the street.
As the figure approaches we see that it is NICK.
NICK
(toneless, over and over)
Hey, hey, the wind does blow.
Hey, hey, the snow does snow.
Hey, hey, the rain does rain...
NICK swallows, as if to force back some overwhelming emotion.
Then, squatting down under a lamp post, he begins again.
NICK (CONT'D)
Hey, hey, the wind does blow.
Hey, hey, the snow does snow...
NICK takes out his wallet, opens it hurriedly to the
PHOTOGRAPH OF LINDA and peers at it with a kind of ferocious
determination, as if this link were the last, as if by
staring at it hard he could make it hold.
NICK (CONT'D)
(his voice thin, cracking)
Hey, hey, the wind does blow.
Hey, hey, the snow does snow --
There is the sharp report of a pistol SHOT and then, as NICK
spins, staring at a shuttered building, there is the
unmistakable sound of APPLAUSE.
NICK stares at the building for a long moment, then he
crosses toward it.
EXT. YARD BEHIND BUILDING - SAIGON - NIGHT
A tiny light glows inside a paper lantern. Lying on the
around are three CORPSES, all of them Asian, all of them
expensively dressed and all of them with their heads blown
off. As NICK stands looking at them a door comes open on the
back of the building,and TWO BURLY MEN bring out another
corpse. The body is that of a young American. Like the Asians
he is expensively dressed and he is dead from a bullet in the
right temple.
MAN (V.O.)
If you are brave and lucky I can
make you rich.
NICK turns. A MAN is standing in the shadows of a small grape
arbor, eyeing him with a look of cold amusement. The MAN'S
accent is French. Beside him, on a small white table, is a
bottle of champagne and several glasses.
MAN (CONT'D)
You have played?
NICK stares at the MAN, nods.
MAN (CONT'D)
Once you have played it is not so
hard. Cigarette?
NICK shakes his head.
MAN (CONT'D)
You seem... disturbed.
NICK
I... No. You do this for money?
MAN
Mais certainment... A great deal of
money. Naturally I do not do it
myself. I myself do not possess the
nerve.
(smiles)
But I am always... how do you
say... looking out for those who
do... It is a thing quite rare.
Champagne perhaps? Tch, tch. Don't
say no. When a man says no to
champagne, he says no to life and
that no man must ever do.
(gives NICK a glass)
Where did you play?
NICK
Up north.
MAN
Ah yes. Of course... So few
survive.
(smiles)
La creme de la creme... How did you
obtain release?
NICK
Playing.
MAN
(raises his eyebrows)
Playing?
NICK
We... Three bullets.
MAN
And then you...
The MAN makes a clicking sound, three times, as if firing a
pistol. NICK nods.
MAN (CONT'D)
How extremely clever. That is
really most extraordinaire... Allow
me please to introduce myself. I am
Armand... And you are?
NICK
Nick.
ARMAND
Nick. C'est extraordinaire! Do you
know that I have a cousin who is
called Nicholas and a nephew
Nickolai. So you are, comme on dit,
en famille. In the family.
There is another SHOT from inside and another round of
APPLAUSE.
NICK
I have to go.
ARMAND
But you must come in.
NICK
No, I --
ARMAND
But I insist.
NICK
I have to go.
ARMAND
You are frightened, no?
NICK nods.
ARMAND (CONT'D)
Of what is there to be afraid? The
war? The war is no problem. It is a
joke, a silly thing. I make one
call and get you out.
ARMAND refills NICK's glass. NICK looks at it. The glass is
as thin as paper and the sparkling bubbles dance and hiss.
NICK lifts the glass and empties in one swallow.
NICK
See, I'm going home.
ARMAND
Ah yes. Of course.
(smiles)
To the girl who waits.
NICK
(gives him a look and
sits)
Yeah... Do you mind if I sit?
ARMAND
But of course! Please make yourself
comfortable. Perhaps you would
enjoy some fresh caviar, or une
petite glace, or --?
NICK
(weary, shaking his head)
No. None of that.
ARMAND
Unfortunately I must now go in, but
I leave you my card. Naturellement
I pay my players cash American.
Just so you know.
ARMAND disappears in the darkness. Then his VOICE comes
again.
ARMAND (V.O.) (CONT'D)
However, should you prefer German
marks, or perhaps Swiss francs,
this of course can be arranged.
Everything can be arranged.
ARMAND moves around the side of the building and the sound of
his FOOTSTEPS fades away. The TWO BURLY MEN come lurching
with another CORPSE. Laughter comes from inside the building
and there is a glimpse of AN ELEGANTLY DRESSED WOMAN seated
at a cafe table. The BURLY MEN return to the door and shut it
tight. In the distance the sky goes up in a huge flash of
fire and then the sound of the EXPLOSION rolls across the
city like a great dead wind.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. NICK'S TRAILER - WINTER - DUSK
The trailer is all decked out with bunting and stuck, like a
plum cake, with tiny American flags. Stretching from the
trailer to the side of a house across the street is a huge,
hand-lettered banner which says "WELCOME HOME NICK!" and it
whips and it snaps in the cold winter wind.
NICK's battered old shark-finned Cadillac is in the yard.
Alongside it are a bunch of newer cars and PEOPLE are coming
from all directions, spilling in and out of the trailer and
congregating in excited, foot-stomping, half-frozen groups.
EXT. SERIES OF SHOTS - COLUMBINE AREA - DUSK
We see the OLD PRIEST on his way from the church. We see the
OLDER WOMEN, wrapped in shawls and carrying cakes and
cookies, trudging up the hill. We see ALBERT, JOHN and a
bunch of STEELWORKERS, all of them half-bombed, dragging two
cases of beer on a child's sled. We see LINDA peering out the
trailer window, pale and anxious-looking. We see VINCE, who
is unofficial lookout, jumping up and down at the approach of
every car and screaming, "This is it! This is Nick!" and
then, when it isn't, saying, "Not yet! Just hold your water,
I'll tell you when!"
And we see an empty street into which SIX VETS from the VFW
Post come tottering. The VETS are all in their old uniforms.
While three of them attempt to make MUSIC on a BASS DRUM, a
FIFE and an old Army BUGLE, the other three attempt to sing.
VETS
Three cheers for the red, white and
blue...!
VET #1
This is hard.
VET # 2
Christ Almighty, it's fifty years!
VETS
Three cheers for the red, white and
blue...
INT. TAXICAB - DUSK
NICK sits hunched forward in the back seat surrounded by
unwrapped cartons containing electric appliances he has
bought for LINDA. NICK looks nervous, VERY NERVOUS.
Suddenly, as the cab comes over the crest of a hill, the
trailer looms into sight, straight ahead, with VINCE hopping
up and down in the snow and the OLD VETS all marking time
under the flapping banner.
CAB DRIVER
Whadda welcome! Will you lookit...
Whadda welcome!
NICK stares at the approaching trailer.
NICK
That's not it.
CAB DRIVER
What're you, crazy? That's not
it??? You said a trailer. You said--
NICK
That's not it. Keep going. Go
straight.
CAB DRIVER
Hey, now listen. Now you said --
NICK
I'm telling you that's not it! Now
keep going!
NICK throws himself down on the floor.
NICK (CONT'D)
Just keep going! Just keep going
straight!
EXT. NICK'S TRAILER - DUSK
LINDA is outside, standing with VINCE and ALBERT.
VINCE
This is him. I'm telling you, this
is Nick!
The TAXICAB comes thudding by. LINDA, VINCE and ALBERT all
watch as it disappears over a rise.
ALBERT
(to VINCE)
I thought that was it.
VINCE
So he's in the next one, Albert. I
mean take it easy. I mean you're
driving everybody nuts!
VETS (V.O.)
(singing raggedly)
Three cheers for the red, white and
blue...!
VINCE
(to LINDA)
You okay?
LINDA gives a thin smile.
VINCE (CONT'D)
It's gonna be the next one. Okay?
LINDA nods.
VINCE (CONT'D)
It's gotta be the next one. I mean
it's gotta be! Right, Albert?
ALBERT
Fuckin' A. It's gotta!
VINCE
It's gotta!
EXT. MOTEL - DUSK
A huge neon sign stands against the grey sky, buzzing
angrily, as if it were full of bees.
The TAXI DRIVER comes out of one of the units, gets back in
his cab and pulls away.
INT. MOTEL - NICK'S UNIT - DUSK
NICK stands in the doorway where the driver has left him. His
duffle bag and the cartons of electric appliances are piled
along the wall by his feet. His head is thrown back and he is
draining a bottle of whiskey, gulping it down in great raw
swallows. .
NICK lowers the bottle, catches his breath and goes at it
again. This time, as he lowers the bottle, the stark panic is
gone, but there is still fear -- blind, nameless fear, like
that of an animal run to the ground.
NICK crosses to the window, grips the frame with both hands
and looks out.
EXT. THE STEEL MILL FROM THE MOTEL (NICK'S POV) - DUSK
The five great stacks trail ribbons of black smoke across the
pale winter sky, Steam billows upward in huge, silver-edged
clouds and there is the flash and gleam of fire.
INT. MOTEL - NICK'S UNIT