produced by Universal Pictures USA in 1989.
Screenplay: Oliver Stone, Ron Cowick
Director: Oliver Stone
Photography: Robert Richardson
Editing: David Boo Renner
starring: Tom Cruise, Kira Seidvik, William Dafoe
Award: Nominated for 8 Golden Awards at the 62nd Oscar, and won the Best Director and Best Editing Awards; won the No. Best Picture, Best Actor, Best Director, Best Screenplay at the 47th Golden Globe Awards; won the Special Golden Bear Award at the 40th Berlin Film Festival.
Translation: Dong Fang
Title picture: Zhou Zheng
location, Sali Forest, during the day the
sun shines through the treetops to the earth.
Lang (outside the painting): It was a long time ago...Sometimes I can still vaguely hear my friends shouting in the Salisbury Forest. They are Billy, Steve, Timmy, and they live on the street. , Joey Walsh, who is only two houses away from my family, is my best friend. We regard the forest as a battlefield and dream of becoming a man one day.
There was a dog barking in the forest, and then a 10-year-old boy ran out. He was Ron Kovic, wearing an American steel helmet on his head and holding a plastic submachine gun. He squatted down and looked around, then listened. At this time, Timi came running with a gun, and he also had the same helmet on his head.
Lang: Did you hear that?
Timmy: What?
Lang did not answer, and continued to listen. After a moment of silence, he jumped up and shouted: "Come on!
Timi, rush !" Subtitle: Long Island Masapek City in 1956
(turning around and shouting at the dog): Major, come with me.
Lang and Timmy ran across the bushes and entwined branches, and the dog followed them and ran towards the forest.
Lang (stopped): Timi, they are nearby. Be careful, don't leave this valley.
They looked around, looking for the "enemy". Lang suddenly heard a little movement and shouted: "It's them! Kill them!" The two shouted and fired at the silhouette on the opposite slope.
A boy with a black face jumped from a height and landed on the ground with a "slap". Then, several other boys, Joey Walsh and Timmy, also rushed out from behind. The mouth kept screaming.
They are playing a game of war.
Lang fell to the ground, and several children "shooted" at him with guns. Steve smeared his cheekbones in the manner of an Indian warrior. His mouth was distorted with cruelty, and his black teeth gleamed in it.
Steve: You are dead!
Lang: No, I'm not dead!
Steve (screaming loudly): Lonnie is dead!
His voice echoed in the Salisbury Forest: "Lonnie is dead...Lonnie is dead..." The
picture fades... the
location, in Masapec, the
firecrackers exploded on the ground during the day with sparks. People lined up on both sides of the square, cheering at the police motorcycle team that was approaching.
Folding the title "Born on July 4th",
a team of long flax-haired, fair-skinned girls, wearing white cowboy boots and short skirts, walked over with a gift stick. The streets were full of voices, drums and music, and people waved the Stars and Stripes, immersed in a festive atmosphere.
Lang rode on his father's shoulders and squeezed through the crowd. He ecstatically waved a small Stars and Stripes banner. Lang's father is in his 30s, with a strong body and thinning hair.
Lang's father (looking around): Where has she been?
They passed through the chaotic crowd and finally found Lang's mother. She was thin and slightly tired.
The crowd cheered excitedly, and a "clown" ran to the side of the road to kiss the children. At this time, a girl about 10 years old, Donna ran out of the crowd, looked back, then turned and ran away, her father chasing after her.
Donna's father: Donna! return.
Timmy wore a navy uniform and dodged through the crowd. He shouted: "Make way!" A boy in an army uniform behind followed him closely with a collie, and he almost drove him. The screaming fat woman knocked down.
Donna (running to a girl): Steve gave Mary a ring, over there.
In the distance, a group of teenage delinquents watched indifferently from a place far away from the crowd, pointing and pointing from time to time.
A group of soldiers with guns on their shoulders marched over, and a few old veterans on the side of the road quickly stood up and saluted them.
Lang (riding on his father's shoulders and shouting): The soldiers are here!
The music became heavy. Several disabled soldiers in wheelchairs were pushed to follow behind the soldiers. Next to them was a veteran wearing a checkered shirt and losing his arms. His empty sleeves were swaying in the wind, his face showing bitterness. Expressions. Lang's eyes also moved with the soldiers.
Afterwards, a float marked "Massapeque, USA" drove into Broadway Street. Several girls in the car waved to the crowd from time to time.
With a gift box in her hand, Donna ran up to the Kovics.
Donna (Chaolang holds up the gift box): Happy birthday to you, Ron Kovic!
Lang was taken aback. Father lifted him up and put him on the ground.
Lang: For me?
Donna: Yeah, open it!
Lang's mother: Oh, Donna, you are so kind. Lonnie, thank you very quickly.
Long: Thank you, Donna. Actually, you don't need to give me anything. (
Ca n't wait to open the wrapping paper on the box) Donna (close to his ear): Are you going to the woods to watch the fireworks tonight?
Lang (busy on hand): Yes, I will go.
Lang's brothers squeezed around him. Steve and Timmy also ran across the street.
Steve (squeezing forward): What is it, open it and have a look!
Donna frowned, dissatisfied with the interruption of these boys.
Donna: Don't rush him!
Lang opened the box, and it turned out to be a real New York Yankees baseball cap. He put it on his head in a hurry, the expression was like a priest holding a cross.
Timmy (admiringly on the side): It's like Mickey Mantel, Lonnie.
Lang's father affectionately pulled Lang aside.
Father (to Lang's mother): He wears it like a small National Day firecracker.
Mother (proudly): Yes, he is my little Yankee.
At this time, a child suddenly raised his hand to knock off the hat on Lang's head. Another child rushed to pick it up and ran, Lang chased him.
(Slow motion) A group of parading girls waved the salute sticks in their hands and threw them into the air. The salute sticks were spinning in the air...
Exterior scene, in the open space outside the city, night by night,
fireworks exploded in the air, and the night sky Embellishment is colorful. A star and stripes fluttered in the air in the wind. The children opened their eyes wide and cheered happily and looked up at the sky.
Lang stood side by side with Donna. Suddenly, Donna turned around to kiss Lang's mouth, and Lang looked away absently.
Donna (let him go): Do you like it?
Lang (a bit embarrassed): I don't know... I don't know how.
Donna put her hands in her pockets in disappointment and leaned against the fence.
Lang (disguised): Hey, see how many push-ups I can do!
Then he lay down on the ground doing push-ups. The camera zooms back to the wilderness overgrown with trees and the sky intertwined with fireworks.
Location, Masapec Children’s Stadium. During the day,
Lang wore a baseball cap given to him by Donna and a No. 7 uniform (to show his respect to baseball star Mickey Mantel), standing at the batter’s Location.
Donna and a boy were watching from the sidelines. Langpo glanced at them with some jealousy, and then nervously set up his shot.
The bowler looked at his movements, a little restless. Obviously, this is a critical moment. Lang waited...
(slow motion) The bowler waved his arm and threw the ball.
(Slow motion) Lang waved the bat calmly... The ball collided with the bat with a "bang".
Lang's teammate shouted: "Hit it, run, Lonnie!" Lang's father couldn't help but jump up: "Good job, Lonnie!"
Donna (running to the block outside the court, rushing towards Lang excitedly) : Lonnie, run! You will succeed!
(Slow motion) Lang threw away the bat and started running forward.
(Slow motion) Lang's father jumped up in cheers again.
Lang ran hard, and finally ran back to home plate before the defender could catch the ball.
Lang's father came over excitedly and lifted him above his head, and a group of small players cheered around him.
Donna: You succeeded! Lonnie, you succeeded.
Lang smiled confidently.
Exterior-interior, in the Kovic Elephant Yard/house, during the day the
children ran noisily across the lawn outside the house, and the dog named "Major" followed them.
Lang's mother (outside the picture): Lonnie, Tommy... come back soon, otherwise you will miss it! hurry up! You must check it out.
Then came the speech of President Kennedy on TV.
Lang's mother (outside the picture): Hurry up, if you don't come again, I'll punch you in the ass!
The children ran into the room one after another, sat down hurriedly, and watched TV.
Tommy: Is this President Kennedy?
Father: Yes.
The camera shook the Kovic family and fixed it on the TV screen. President Kennedy's head occupies almost the entire screen.
Kennedy (on TV): ...In the long history of the world, few generations have been given the mission of defending freedom at great risk. I will not shrink from this responsibility, I like challenges. I don’t believe that any of us will surrender to other people or nations... I declare here and now that the torch has been passed on to the younger generation in the United States... Let all countries know that we will take responsibility at all costs, support our allies, and oppose Enemy, guaranteed to survive, be free, and succeed... The
camera pans to Lang's mother.
Mother (hopefully): Lonnie, I once had a dream. I dreamed that you were speaking to the crowd. Just like him, what you said was very interesting...
Lang looked at President Kennedy on TV with admiration and yearning.
Kennedy (outside the painting): ...my young fellow Americans, don't ask your country to do anything for you, but ask what you can do for your country...
Interior view, Masapek City Middle School Gymnasium During the day,
a group of students were taking wrestling lessons, and Lang was among them. He is 17 years old and is in adolescence when his body is fully developed. He rolled swiftly under the arms of his companion, suddenly lifted the opponent down, and rode under him.
Coach: Get rid of, you can get rid of! Re-attack after getting rid of.
The coach is a stern man with a stubby neck, a flat head and glasses.
Coach (whistle): Okay, climb the rope!
The students ran to the hanging rope.
Coach: You can't touch the rope with your feet! Powell, don't be like a girl, the rope is like life, hold fast!
Lang has short hair, and is clinging to the rope in a wrestling suit to climb up, competing with the other young rubber wrestlers in the team.
Coach: Quick! quick! quick!
Lang and the players used the bench as an obstacle, jumping back and forth, they were doing push-ups on the mat, and the coach was like a Marine Corps sergeant instructor, pacing and roaring aside.
Coach: I want you to beat each other down! Did you hear it? To win, you have to pay the price! I want that interstate championship. Do you want to win the interstate championship? Do you want to? Head up, "girl", head up. To win, you have to practice hard.
The players climbed the wall with two short wooden sticks.
Location, Massa Peck city, day
Long wearing a jersey with players, running in the snow ......
Coach (outside picture): To win, you pay the price, price is the so-called sacrifice ......
interior, Kewei Ke home ,daytime
Wearing sportswear, Lang opened the door and walked in, crossing his chest into the kitchen. The family is eating the lunch at noon, and the mother is handing out the food.
Mother: Tommy, write after eating.
Lang (walks to the refrigerator); I'm back late.
Mother: Good boy, Lonnie. The meal is on the stove, (pause) there is fresh fruit in the refrigerator.
Lang: I don't eat. The coach told me to lose three pounds before Saturday.
He opened the refrigerator and took out an apple and some juice.
Mother (to Tommy): Your brother is a man who can endure hardship, because he wants to be the best, whether in school, rest or life, whether he wins or loses, he must do his best. (Not exactly for Lang) Regardless of victory or defeat, we are all here and we still love you.
Lang (drinking a drink, to father): Can I go back to the bedroom, father?
Father: Oh, of course.
Later, he led the family to pray before cooking.
Father (religiously): Thank God for giving me food...
Lang walked out of the kitchen.
Interior view, at Kovic's house, at night
Lang's father is setting up the children to go to bed.
Patty: Dad, he took my doll.
Father (patiently): Okay, wait a minute, I'll call it.
Patty: He is a kid.
Jimmy: You are the kid, I didn't take it at all.
Father: Okay, let's go to bed. Jackie? Why hasn't Jackie been in bed yet?
Mother (outside the picture): Lonnie, Lonnie?
Lang walked into his bedroom and saw his mother holding a copy of "Playboy" aloft, furious.
Mother: Where did you get it from?
Lang: What are you doing in my room?
Mother: You know I don't allow this kind of "Playboy" magazine at home!
Lang: Steve gave it to me, not my own.
Mother stood up and slapped Talang's head heavily with "Playboy" magazine. Lang avoided and walked out.
Mother: You have lustful thoughts. (Reluctantly) God will punish you! God will punish you for this!
Lang (in the corridor): Come on! I haven't looked at it yet.
Mother (following): I want you to confess Mei to Father Mokana! Did you hear it? I don't want to see such obscene magazines in this house again! Throw it away! (Speaking, throwing the magazine into Lang's hands)
Lang's father walked over with the baby in his arms. Lang's younger brothers and sisters followed behind and snickered.
Father: What's the matter?
Lang (at the door): Nothing.
Father: What does "nothing" mean?
Lang didn't answer, opened the door and went out.
Interior view, middle school gymnasium,
loud noises in the gymnasium during the day , and an interstate wrestling championship is going on here. Lang represented the Masapek team against a long and sturdy Babylon player.
With a whistle, Lang and his opponent twisted into a ball in the square arena. The opponent hugged his waist tightly, and Lang moved forward, trying to get rid of it.
Referee (whistle blowing): You are out of bounds, go back to the court!
Lang squatted down to tie his shoelaces with excuses, and looked up at the stands. In the stands, Donna is sitting in the crowd (she has been born as a beautiful, sophisticated and educated girl). Sitting next to her was a boy about 18 years old, obviously from a good family.
Donna smiled and kept yelling his name. The boyfriend next to him took a look at Lang, then turned to look at Donna.
Lang stared at Donna confidently.
Referee (coming over): Hurry up, Lonnie.
Lang got up and returned to the playing field.
In the stands, Lang's mother stood up and shouted: "Lonnie, keep attacking!"
Lang's coach anxiously paced off the court, and the teammates sitting in the athletes' bench kept shouting: "Attack! Lang! Ni, attack!"
The referee motioned Lang and his opponent to return to the center position. They posed and the game continued. Lang swiftly avoided the opponent's twists, knocked him down unexpectedly, and pressed him under his body.
Suddenly, people cheered up, and cheers swept the entire stadium.
The coach waved his arms excitedly.
The scoreboard shows 3:2.
Donna (cheering): Catch him! Get him!
Lang was dealing with his opponent on the court, and the scoreboard showed 3:3.
Coach (nervously), well, start over!
The chronograph hand points to the 30-second position.
Coach (outside the picture): Don't let the opponent have the upper hand!
The two got entangled again.
Coach (hurtly): Don't let him twist your neck!
The Babylon player twisted Lang's neck to bring him down.
People couldn't help yelling nervously. Lang's parents and Tommy also couldn't help standing up.
Lang's mother: Lonnie, you can defeat him!
Donna (uneasily): Lonnie! Lonnie! Lonnie! ...In the
game, the Babylon player knelt on the floor, twisted Lang's neck, and threw him to the floor from behind. Lang struggled.
Lang's mother (outside the picture): You can win, don't give up!
Lang struggled with sweat and let out a desperate cry. The referee knelt on the ground, blew his whistle, and then slammed his hand to the floor. Lang's coach turned his back in disappointment. There was a pity of hoo-woo and humming from the stands.
Lang lay exhausted on the floor, covering his forehead with his hands, his chest undulating violently.
Referee (outside the picture): Are you okay?
Lang's mother was stunned, as if she couldn't believe everything in front of her. Donna covered her face sadly.
Lang was still lying on the floor in pain, closing his eyes, tears streaming out of his eyes.
Interior view, Masapek High School Auditorium, daytime
More than a hundred high school boys all stood up with a command and looked back and watched. Two fully armed Marine Corps officers in blue uniforms walked up the podium along the corridor in the center of the auditorium. The American flag and the Marine Corps flag were hung on the podium.
Officer: Sit down!
Sergeant Hayes: Good morning, everyone! I'm Sergeant Hayes, and this is Sergeant Bauer. We are affiliated with the recruiting station of the Marine Corps in Levittown, New York. Today is at the invitation of your principal, Mr. Richard and all the faculty members, (looks back and nods politely) here to talk to you about the Marine Corps... First of all, young man, let's make one point frankly (hold a finger ), not everyone can join the Marine Corps. We only admit the best, because the most boastful, the best, and the most prestigious are our Marines... The
camera moves to Joey, Timmy, Lang, Billy, and Danny sitting down the stage. , Steve... Lang was completely attracted, and looked at Sergeant Hayes with hopeful eyes.
Sergeant Hayes: ... Army, Navy, Air Force (the students laughed from the audience, Lang looked at Timmy next to him with a smile) ... Coast Guard, if you participate, you can choose whatever you want. However, if you like challenges, if you retreat without knowing the difficulties and want to try to accomplish the impossible, (Steven sneered in the audience), then you have to get 13 on Paris Island, South Carolina. Week, test your abilities, test whether you are a real man, then the Marine Corps may be exactly what you are looking for. Tavala...Iwo Jima...Birliu Forest...Icy North Korea Reservoir, we all take the lead, and we have never lost a battle. We always set off immediately when the country calls.
Lang's eyes are piercing, showing a look of yearning.
Sergeant Hayes: Now, Sergeant Bauer and I are starting to answer questions. Young people who have questions, please raise your hands.
The auditorium was silent.
Sergeant Hayes: Okay, don't be afraid. Remember, a good Marine Corps player must first have brains.
Billy (outside the picture): Sir, when can I put on this uniform like you?
Sergeant Hayes (outside the picture): After 13 weeks of training at the Marine Corps Recruit Training Center, you can wear this uniform after becoming a first-class soldier.
The camera was panned by the students to the lawn outside the window. The music rang...
Location, lawn, during the day the
girls dressed in spring clothes were doing gymnastics. Donna and the two female classmates were walking around holding books, talking and laughing, and greeted her past classmates from time to time.
Interior view, Boyer cold drink shop. Daytime
Lang, Steve, Timmy, Joey, Billy, and Danny are talking on the train seat while drinking soda.
Timmy: My brother went to college in Adelphi. He said he would fight soon....
Steve (outside the picture): Where?
Lang: ...Vietnam.
Timmy: Yes, he also said that this war will not last long. The Marines want to take the lead.
Lang browses a "Playboy" magazine.
Lang (confidently): If we don't sign up for the army, we will miss the opportunity. I decided to join the army.
Danny (outside the picture): Really?
Lang: Don't wait anymore, join right away.
Steve: Come on, Lonnie, are you crazy?
Lang: No, you are crazy. You don't know what you will miss. Our parents participated in the Second World War. This is an opportunity for us to stay in history.
Danny (approvingly): Just like our parents.
Steve (staring at Lang puzzled): You have to think twice before acting, Lonnie. (Timi sneers) Come on, that's really a very dangerous job. You might be killed in battle, have you thought about it?
Timmy (to Steve): Where are you going... to college?
Steve (looking at everyone, taking a defensive position): Ah... I want to start my own business, and I will get a degree in economics and management.
Lang: Oh, but, haven't you thought about playing for the country?
Timmy: Yes, don't you care about anything other than yourself?
Steve (outside the picture): I would rather die than be a Communist Party!
Lang (seriously): Their missiles are aimed at us everywhere. Intercontinental ballistic missiles!
Timmy: They surrounded us all.
Lang: In Cuba, 90 miles away.
Timmy: They want to annex the whole world.
Lang: When shall we stop them?
Billy: You can't stop being alone.
Lang: Communists can penetrate everywhere.
Steve (indifferently): Yes, that's right. Where is Lonnie? I did not see that they are not in Masapek. So I only care about myself—me, Steve.
Everyone laughed.
Lang: Well, Steve, someone needs to stay behind to take care of the women and children so that we men can fight better.
Steve: I'm leaving, you guys should think about it. Lonnie, understand? Think about it!
Timmy: Steve, who do you take to the prom?
Steward: Wendy Daniels.
Several people talked and laughed, and got up and walked out.
Location, on the street outside the cold drink shop, Timi during the day
: Wendy Daniels?
They pushed and shoved, fiddled with each other and walked into the street.
Steve: Wendy Daniels. Joey, who are you going with, and will you take your mother? Hey.
Joey (laughing): Lonnie, who will accompany you?
Lang: A beauty on the shore of Rongkangkoma Lake.
Steve: What is her name?
Lang: You don't know her.
Steve: What is her name, Lonnie?
Lang: Lambardi.
Joey: Lambardi?
Long: Yes, Roseanna Lambardi.
Steve (holds Lang's shoulders): She came from outside the city, didn't she? Live in a motel?
Interior view, A&P store in Masapec. Tian
Lang's father is wearing a uniform, slightly flat . He opened the door holding a box labeled "A&P Toilet Paper" and walked among the shelves.
Lang is holding a wooden book, resting his chin in his hands and staring forward.
Lang's father came from behind him and put the box on the table irritably.
Father: Lonnie, you put this in the third paragraph, check the stock of toilet paper, and then take apart the dog food.
Lang (stands up in a hurry) Dog food?
Father: Go! Do something!
Lang: The third paragraph?
Father: Yes, paragraph Lan.
Lang: Okay, Dad.
Lang picked up the box and carried it on his shoulders, and walked through the shelf wearily, when he suddenly stopped and looked forward unexpectedly.
Donna was joking with a few girls in front of the magazine rack. (Back to camera)
Lang is at a loss, turning around to leave. He hesitated and turned around again, put the box down, and plucked up the courage to step forward.
Lang: Hi, Donna.
Donna: Hi, Lonnie.
Donna’s female companions (said hello to Lang one after another): Hi, Lonnie.
Lang (looking at Donna): How are you?
Donna: Very good. (Pause) I heard that you joined the Marine Corps?
Lang (excitedly): Yes. It's better than working in an A&P store.
Donna: Great, Lonnie, great.
Lang (happily): I will go to the recruit training center next month. I signed a four-year contract. I'm going to Vietnam, maybe on the front line to participate in the battle.
Donna (worriedly): Really?
Donna's female companions: My God!
Lang: In the future... I heard that you were admitted to the university?
Donna (laughs): Yes, Syracuse University, the courses are very deep.
Lang: That's great! (Implying Donna with his eyes) Can I talk to you alone?
Donna: Of course.
Donna looked back at the female companions, and walked aside with Lang.
Lang (shyly): I... I was going to call you... Are you going to the school dance?
Donna (accidentally): Hmm...Yes, I will go with Jed.
Lang (mournfully): Oh, that's great. I mean Jade is a very nice guy.
Donna: I heard Steve Boyer say that you brought a girl from Rongkangkoma Lake?
Lang: Yeah... uh... no.
Donna (questioning): No?
Lang (sorrowfully): No. I don't have time to do those things. I still have many things to do before joining the army. (He goes back while talking)
Donna: Really?
Lang: Yes. Hmm...I'll see you before I leave, okay?
Donna: Okay.
Lang turned and left. Donna's female companions were whispering. Donna awkwardly threw the magazine in her hand onto the miscellaneous shelf and turned and walked away.
Lang walked into the storage room angrily, glanced back, then grabbed a baseball and vented it towards the wall.
Location, Masapek City Middle School Gymnasium. In the evening, Yu
students are holding a prom and someone is taking pictures. The atmosphere in the hall was warm, and couples of men and women embraced and danced to the accompaniment of music.
The camera shook one by one: Timmy kissed his girlfriend's arm, Joey closed his eyes and was held in his arms by his mother, Steve murmured love words in his girlfriend's ear... Donna leaned her head on Jed's shoulder , Eyes dull and lost...
Interior view, Lang's bedroom,
Lang was alone at night , squatting on the ground to pack his clothes. Mel Allen’s increasingly excited commentary came on the radio.
Mel (voice-over): ...Batterer Mantel hit two goals, this is a good opportunity for the Yankees to advance...
Lang got up and put on the baseball cap donna gave him. Listen to the radio while looking in the mirror.
Mel (outside the picture): ... the bowler is listening to his command ... pitching, Mantel hit! The ball flew over the midfield, fell into the audience, and flew 455 feet, Mantel's 12th home run... The fans stood up and cheered!
Lang took off his hat and walked to the door, looked around the room, then threw his hat on the bed and walked out.
Interior, corridor,
Lang entered the corridor at the same night , he was frustrated because he couldn't find the feelings he felt when he was a child. He stopped in front of his brothers' room and saw Tommy holding a guitar in the upper bunk and playing Dylan's lyric songs, while Jimmy was lying on the lower bunk watching something.
Lang turned around again and came to the door of his sisters' room. Susanna was lying on the bed reading a book. She raised her head and smiled at Lang.
Lang walked into the living room. Father is sitting on the sofa watching TV.
On the TV screen: An army commander was interviewed by reporters at a military base somewhere.
Colonel: ...no problem at all. The 82nd Airborne Division and the 1st Cavalry Division are both newly equipped for sports warfare. One division is equivalent to the value of two and a half Soviet divisions and six Chinese divisions...
Reporter: But, Colonel, how can you be sure that the American soldiers can persist in Vietnam?
Colonel: I have never seen such a strong army. I participated in the Second World War...
Lang sat down on the sofa diagonally across from his father.
Lang: Dad, what do you think of this interview?
Father: Oh...I don't know. Thirteen thousand miles-to go through an expedition to fight.
The lens moves to the TV screen.
Reporter: But, look at these people-the Viet Cong has fought with Japan and France for 30 years, and they have been living in such caves and tunnels for 30 years. Colonel, do you really think...
Colonel: I think everything that lives in the tunnel will be wiped out. It takes time, patience and the support of the people in the rear...
Father (sigh): I only hope they can send you to Europe, North Korea...
Lang (snatching white father): They won't!
Father: ...or some other safer place...
Lang: They won't, Dad! Every member of the Marine Corps has to serve there, which is different from the Army. (Opens hands) Is there anything wrong with people going there? Ah? You were a soldier, and Uncle Bob was also...
Father: I understand, Lonnie, I understand.
Long: Don’t you remember what President Kennedy said? Unless the people are willing to make sacrifices, the United States will perish. (Excitedly) I love my country, Dad.
Father: I know, Lonnie, I know.
Lang's father didn't want to think about it anymore and looked into the distance. Mother walked into the room and came to Lang's side.
Mother: You are right, Lonnie, you did what you should do. (Staring at TV) The Communist Party must ban it. God knows what you are going to do, we are proud of you, but you have to be careful anyway.
Mother patted Lang's head caressingly, and then sat on the sofa. ——Lang is still angry and dissatisfied with his father in his eyes.
Colonel (outside the picture): ...I mean, one of the key issues in winning this war (pause) is the attitude of the people in the rear. Remember one thing. In Hanoi, they don’t allow newspapers and TV to have any doubts about the system and the military system...
Lang (staring at his father): Don’t you understand what it means to me to be a member of the Marine Station? Since childhood, Dad, I have this idea, I want to serve the country. I'm going! (Firmly) I am going to Vietnam! Swear to the death!
Lang's parents stared at each other blankly.
Father: The weather tonight is so bad that it is not suitable for a dance party.
Lang glanced at his father in frustration, his father ignored him, and his mother glanced at his watch and lowered her head to read. Lang got up and walked out of the living room.
Interior view, Lang's bedroom. At night, the rain
wall is covered with photos of baseball star Mantel. Under a black and white photo of Marilyn Monroe, a big cross is hung impressively.
Lang knelt on the mat, holding his head with his hands in a contradictory mood, then suddenly raised his head to look at the ten-yu frame.
Lang: My lord, sometimes my thoughts are very confused, sometimes I want to stay here, stay in Masapec, and never leave. But I must go. (Pause) Lord, help me make up my mind, help me make the right choice.
A flash of lightning illuminated Jesus who was painfully nailed to the cross.
Lang (outside the painting): God, please...
Exterior view, the house and the street of the Keweik house. At night,
the door of the Yu Keweik house suddenly opened wide. After a flash of lightning passed, Lang frantically ran out of the house into the heavy rain. He was panting and ran on the road outside the school, where there was a car parked. You can see the lights from the school gymnasium. The dance music of "Moon River" is clearly audible.
Interior view, Masapek Middle School Gymnasium. In the evening, rain
dances leisurely with men and women to the beat. At this time, someone looked at the door in amazement. The camera pans over Steve and his girlfriend, Joey, Timmy...
Joy (holding his arms around his mother and smiling at the door): Lonnie, why are you like this?
Lang squeezed from the dancing crowd wet, and he saw Donna being glum, absent-mindedly against Jed.
Donna looked at the pair of dancing partners moving in front of her, her eyes lit up and she stopped dancing excitedly.
Jade (surprised): What's wrong? (He turns and follows Donna's gaze, muttering) My God!
Lang was dripping with water, ignoring Jade, and staring at Donna as he walked over.
Lang: Donna, would you like to dance with me?
Donna (surprisingly): Yes, of course.
Lang stepped forward to hug Donna, and the two looked at each other affectionately and kissed. Donna leaned her head on Lang's shoulder affectionately, with a sweet smile on her face. Lang looked forward thoughtfully.
The picture fades...
Location, Vietnam
A group of Marines dressed in camouflage uniforms, helmets, and steel guns walked across the horizon. Through the wind and sand in the sky, we can vaguely see the outline of a gloomy small fishing village.
Subtitle: There
were several small sand dunes scattered along the South China Sea near the Yue River in Vietnam in October 1967. Soldiers lay behind the dunes.
Wireless phone (outside the picture):...a large number of Viet Cong marched towards you, because the Sixth Battalion was intercepting them, and there is no...
a lieutenant squatting next to a sand dune holding a wireless phone.
Lieutenant (to the wireless phone): ...The second battalion held its position, the tank was moving forward, it seemed that there were a large number of enemies inside, it was over.
Lang leaned tiredly on the sand dune, and a young soldier Wilson sat across from him.
Wilson (curiously): I finally ran into the Viet Cong.
Lang (lowering his head): Don't be nervous, you will be fine. Where are you from?
Wilson: I was originally a transporter for the first battalion. The Chief Sergeant said that there was a need for supplementation, so he transferred me.
Lang (raising his head): I'm asking where is your hometown.
Wilson: Oh, Georgia.
Lang (comfortingly): This is the second time I have participated in the battle. I have never seen anyone in Georgia injured.
Wilson: Really?
Lang: Don't worry, you will be fine.
Lang hung the dry food bag around his neck and stood up. At this moment, the sound of the radio telephone approached, and the lieutenant ran to Lang's side.
Lieutenant (stretches out his hand to signal): Our army is in the northwest of the village, and the enemy is marching here.
Lang looked in the direction of the lieutenant's fingers. The front was gray and he could hardly see anything.
Lieutenant (stretches out his other hand and points to the village): Do you see the enemy? I saw them holding long guns. Did you see the spear? Did you see them? did you see it? Do you see the spear? !
Lang squinted his eyes and watched with difficulty. He saw a tank, his comrades lying under the sand dunes in front, and the small huts in the village through the branches.
Lang (nodding): Yes, sir! I see it, sir!
Lieutenant (turning his head): Tell them that when I give the order, I will turn this village into a fucking Christmas tree. They can't escape. Gather your people and act.
Lang: Yes, sir.
Lieutenant: Start the action.
Lang (turning around, shouting to the back): Come on! Jackson came with me, and the "Puppy" watched the shack...
Lang led five of his soldiers across the sand dunes and marched towards the village.
Lang: ... Corporal, tell them to stand side by side and fire on standby. quick! quick!
In the distance, there was intensive artillery fire. Suddenly, a member of the Marine Corps opened fire violently at the village. Lang hurried to catch up to stop it.
Lang (taking his gun): Cease fire! asshole! What are you doing?
Lieutenant (put down the telescope): What's the matter?
At this moment, several other people squeezed the wrench without thinking... the shed was immediately riddled with bullets.
Lang: Ceasefire, ceasefire! You bastards!
The lieutenant ran to Lang and grabbed his arm.
Lieutenant: Sergeant, I want to know what happened? ! Who ordered the fire?
Lang: Nothing, sir, maybe the gun went off.
Lieutenant: I want to know how many Viet Congs were killed. Send a raid team to check. let us go!
Lang: Yes, sir. (Hurrying up to mobilize his men) Come with me, Katie, Bru, Molina, Johnson, Wilson... (running and shouting) Single line! Single column! Single column!
The Marines followed Lang with guns in a row and ran to the huts in the village. At this time, there was continuous shouting of wireless telephones.
Lang: Found a Viet Cong! Bring him out! Bring it out!
A Vietnamese civilian ran out of the house in a panic, and a team member stepped forward to block his way.
Lang ran to a shed again.
Lang (command loudly): Search the hut area! (Point the gun at the window of a burning shack) Bring the Viet Cong out, bring them out!
Interior view, in a shack in the village, during the day
Lang first walked into the shack with a gun carefully, and then put down the gun, dumbfounded.
Lang: Oh my goodness!
Several of his men followed Lang and walked in.
Molina (outside the picture): We did it? Oh My God!
A group of injured Vietnamese civilians were lying on the ground. A woman was shot in the head, blood dripped down her forehead, and a baby boy next to him was crying with his small hand open...
Lang (crouched down and took off his helmet): Send a medical team soon, a civilian is injured!
Lang knelt beside a man who had been beaten in the abdomen. The other players watched all this in horror.
One team member: We killed them...
Lang looked around sadly, and saw injured civilians groaning in a pool of blood, and a girl clutching her abdomen. Lang violently pulled the green first aid kit from behind to tear it apart, pulled out the bandage inside, and bandaged them. At this time, the lieutenant and several other team members ran in, and the sound of radio telephones in the background became more and more urgent.
Lieutenant (suspiciously): Where is the spear? Where is the spear? !
Molina (sadly): There is no spear at all!
Lieutenant: God! God damn it! (The opponent yells) Go and help him! Go help him! Help him!
Several team members dodge back in fear, their eyes wide open in horror.
Lieutenant: Go!
The few Marines standing at the door remained still. Several other team members put down their guns and squatted on the wet ground.
Lang: Damn it!
Lieutenant: God damn it!
Lang: Damn it!
Lieutenant (screaming): Stand up! I order you to help him, help him!
Squatting player (sobbing): Oh, God! Forgive us!
Lang (to the girl): Forgive us! Help. (Roaring) Someone help me!
Exterior, interior, outside/inside the
shack, outside the shack at dusk , with gunfire. The lieutenant was calling with a wireless phone in his hand.
Lieutenant: Many allies have been injured. Request an emergency team to be sent immediately! complete.
An urgent voice came from the wireless phone: Abandon the wounded, the enemy's artillery is heading towards you back to the dunes! There are enemies in the village! Withdraw quickly! Withdraw quickly!
The gunfire became more and more violent. The lieutenant put on his helmet and ran back into the house.
Lieutenant (to everyone): Go back to the dunes! Go back to the dunes! There are enemies in the village! I order you to get up quickly and get out of here!
The team members rushed out of the shed, but some people did not move. Lang was still kneeling and bandaging the girl with her abdomen injury. ——The lieutenant pushed the unmoved team members out of the shed.
Lieutenant: It's not your fault! I order you to go back to the sand dunes, back to the fucking sand dunes! There are enemies in the village! Hurry up! Kovic, there are enemies in the village, hurry up! Go!
The lieutenant turned around, picked up Lang and ran out. Lang struggled to look back.
Lang: That baby...
the baby on the ground kept crying.
Lieutenant (hard push): Leave him alone, go! Go! Go! Outside
scene, in the village/sand dunes, Twilight
Lang was pushed to the ground outside the house by the lieutenant, but he still looked back desperately, the baby was still crying inside the house.
Lieutenant (Tui Lang): Go, go, go! Go!
When Lang turned his head, he accidentally saw several Vietnamese soldiers running from the back of the village with guns and shooting forward. The players ran around in the gunfire. Lang ran out of the village last. He clutched his helmet and ran looking for his comrades-in-arms, then turned and squatted down, frantically fired at the chasing Vietnamese army and counterattacked. Several Vietnamese troops were hit by him.
Suddenly, a man with a live ammunition ran behind him against the light. Lang turned the muzzle without thinking about it and fired again and again mechanically. The man staggered and fell onto the sand dune.
Immediately there was a voice, "Wilson, Wilson was shot!" A team member shouted and rushed over.
The gun slid from Lang's hand, and he watched in disbelief.
(Slow motion) Lang shouted, running and climbing up the sand dunes. Several players gathered around Wilson. Lang climbed up to Wilson and saw his bloody face, his eyes wide open, and his neck bloodied by a bullet. Lang looked at his comrades in fear.
Lang: What happened?
Several team members hurriedly opened the first aid kit, bandaged Wilson, and then dragged him away.
Lang was immersed in the afterglow of the evening sunset, knelt on the sand dune and bowed his head sobbing.
Interior view, a tent of the US military in Vietnam,
a soldier walked in to report.
Soldier: Lieutenant Colonel, Sergeant Kovic wants to see you.
Lang opened the curtain and walked in, making an upright posture.
The middle school corrector is wearing a short-sleeved vest, sitting on the camp bed, facing away from the camera.
Lieutenant Colonel: Take a moment, Sergeant, (tiing up the trousers) Hey, Covec, the captain said you have gone through a very terrible period?
Lang (with a hat in his hand): Yes, it's very scary.
Lieutenant Colonel: Encountered an enemy?
Lang: Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Colonel: You have something to tell me, right? Sergeant.
Lang (hands turn the brim of the hat nervously): Yes, sir. I once told the captain... it was very chaotic that day... the villagers...
Lieutenant Colonel: I know what happened to the villagers.
Lang: They... the villagers...
Lieutenant Colonel (angrily): What a misfortune! (Stand up) The enemy uses the villagers as cover.
Lang: Yes. (As if recalling the scene at the time) The sun was dazzling, and amidst the chaos...
Lieutenant Colonel (worn in a military jacket): What happened?
Long: Wilson was shot and killed, sir.
Lieutenant Colonel: I know about Wilson.
Lang: He was the last to retreat... Maybe I killed him...
Lieutenant Colonel: I don't think so.
Lang: Maybe I killed him.
Lieutenant Colonel: It can only be said that each has its own destiny. A few weeks ago I also felt indiscriminate in the war.
Lang: Yes, sir. (More confidently) But, sir, I think I killed him.
Lieutenant Colonel (staring at Lang): I don't think it will be, Kovic.
Lang (implyingly): I think you know...
Lieutenant Colonel (impatiently): Stop talking, I hate people coming to me to talk nonsense!
Lang: Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Colonel: Do you understand?
Lang: Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Colonel: Do you understand?
Lang (raising his tone): Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Colonel: Go back.
Location, Vietnam, US military base, Yu
Lang walked over wearing a raincoat. The two soldiers on duty talked while smoking.
Soldier A (outside the picture): Should be dealt with by military law.
Soldier B (outside the picture): He is here.
First Soldier (contemptuously): Sergeant Kovik.
Lang said nothing, passing between them.
Location, Vietnam. Another day
, the village where many children died of unfavorable lives appeared on the screen. It has been burned out and turned into ruins...
Subtitle: In January 1968,
a helicopter hovered in the air, making a deafening "rumbling" sound . The sun is scorching everything on the earth, this is a hot day that is unbearable. A squad of heavily armed American soldiers marched loosely and listlessly towards a small village across a rice field. Lang walked in front of the team, his expression numb.
Soldier A (outside the painting): The weather is too hot, I really want to vent.
Soldier 2 (outside the picture): You speak like a bitch.
Soldier A (outside the painting): What matters to him.
A black soldier wore a machine gun on his shoulder, frowning with heat.
Black soldier: It's too hot! It's really uncomfortable! It's like being in hell, where is the devil?
A Vietnamese man pulled an ox cart out of the village.
In front of the team, a soldier walked in a daze with a wireless phone on his back. Suddenly a bullet hit him in the head from the front and he swayed and fell.
Suddenly the sound of guns sounded, and the other soldiers hurriedly scattered around, squatted on the ground, took their guns and aimed them at the village.
Voiceover: Beware!
Vietnamese guerrillas opened fire violently at them in the woods by the village.
The helicopter hovered in the sky, shooting violently at the forest, and the voice of the wireless phone was yelling: I am an airlift helicopter, and the machine gun is shooting at you.
Some soldiers stepped back. Lang lay on the ground, turning his head and shouting: "Go forward, don't go back!" Lang crookedly wore a helmet and held up a gun to shoot, then leaped forward and dashed forward. Suddenly he staggered and fell down on all fours. The camera was aimed at his calf, and one ankle was penetrated by a bullet, bloody and bloody.
Lang (hately): It's a bitch!
He dragged the injured leg, crawling forward and cursing: "Fuck!" Then he unloaded the gun and the ammo bag, knelt on his support, and held the gun—aim—pulled the wrench. Crooked, the bullet shot into the sky. Lang struggled painfully, squeezed his gun with the barrel of his gun, raised his body again, screamed frantically and aimed at a flying Vietnamese guerrilla, then fell down again. He fiddled with the spear blocked by weeds and dirt.
Lang: Damn it! Son of a bitch!
Lieutenant (outside the picture): Ready to fire!
The soldiers ran and shot. The helicopter hovered over the woods, and an officer sat on it using a radiotelephone to direct ground operations.
Officer: The enemy began to attack... Bullets flew from the woods on both sides...
Lang got up again and yelled hysterically, shooting again and again.
Lieutenant (to the wireless phone): I can't stand it! Two teams of enemies are coming from the left...
Officer (outside the picture): Hurry up and leave the village, otherwise you will be surrounded...
Lieutenant: I need fire support... Before I
finished speaking, I was hit by a bullet in the head and fell down.
Lang was still shooting again and again. At this time, I saw a cloud of black smoke rising from the tail of the aircraft commanded by the air, and it pierced down quickly.
Officer (outside the painting): I lost control and I was falling down...
With a scream, the plane exploded behind a hut, and suddenly smoke billowed and the fire blazed into the sky.
Lang kept firing at the enemy. Suddenly the gun jammed, and just as he cursed and looked around, another bullet shot through his right chest. Lang leaned backwards, hitting the back of his head hard on the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. He grabbed a handful of dirt in his left hand, held it tightly in pain, and slowly loosened it.
Voiceover: Withdraw, quickly withdraw!
Long groaned. The blood flowed out along the corner of his mouth.
There was a cry of a baby in the air. A rocket exploded nearby. In the distance, a tall and strong black soldier in a vest ran towards Lang.
Black soldier: Bastard! damn it!
He raised Lang's right leg and left arm, and carried him through the rice field like a bale of hay, screaming and taking a breath, running faster and faster. Lang was swayed, and he couldn't help bleeding out on his back.
Location, Vietnam, helicopter field, the night
sky is overcast. In the airport, there are several helicopters parked. The soldiers were busy transporting the wounded. A group of wounded were tied to a stretcher with straps. Lang was lying on a stretcher in a coma and was carried into a helicopter by two soldiers.
The interior, the hospital, and the night
ward were chaotic. Forty or fifty wounded were lined up, shouting and groaning endlessly. The wounded were still covered in mud, covered in ragged military uniforms, and tied with dirty tourniquets. Doctors and nurses are busy rescuing the wounded.
Doctor 1 (said while running): There are 12 more wounded with burns and 6 chest injuries. Let's go!
Doctor 2 (to Doctor 1): Give him 250 ml of morphine every 4 hours until he is unconscious... Let him fall asleep!
First responder (running over): There is a seriously injured person!
A doctor was holding scissors to rescue a wounded person whose abdomen was beaten, and another doctor ran over.
Doctor 3: How is it?
Doctor 4: His liver and kidney are gone, let him die.
Doctor 3 walked to Lang, who was lying on the stretcher, and quickly checked his body. Lang's face was bloody, weak and weak.
Lang: What's wrong with me?
Doctor 3 ignored him and ran to a black wounded next to Lang. Several doctors were rescuing him.
Doctor 5 (calling outwards): Bring the instrument! Fully rescue! Bring the instrument!
The body of the black wounded man was shaking violently, and his head swayed from side to side.
A nurse ran over with a pacemaker.
Doctor 6: Hold on! Live! Live! Stimulate you and live! have you understood?
Afterwards, he grabbed the large suction cup on the instrument and carefully pressed it against the ribs of the wounded black man. The upper body of the black wounded man bounced up suddenly, and then fell down again.
On the other side of the ward, a wounded man struggled to raise his head on a stretcher.
Wounded (in a weak and painful voice): Where is the priest?
Guard (holding his chin): Take a deep breath, take a deep breath... The
camera moves to Lang, and he opens his eyes to look at the black man next to him. Saliva flowed from the corner of the black man's mouth, and his white eyes rolled upward.
Doctor 6 (Tensioned nerves relax): Let seven points, I bet Parkes will win.
A nurse covered the black body with a sheet. Another guard looked at him absently.
Caretaker: Nonsense! The Parkes team had no such luck.
Lang closed his eyes. A priest unexpectedly appeared in front of him and gently stroked his forehead. Lang opened his eyes weakly.
Father: How are you?
Lang: When do they have the operation?
An extremely tired expression appeared on the priest's face.
Father (Bronx accent): Now, the doctors are very busy. There are too many wounded today. Here, there is no more time to do other things, just to find ways to survive. So you must try to live, my child... (softly) to live... to live... hear? (Lang nods) I'm here to do a death ritual for you, are you ready?
Lang looked at the priest in surprise and despair, and then suddenly realized.
Lang (numbly): Ready, Father.
The priest began to pray for him.
Interior view, the lobby and ward of Bronx Hospital. The
hospital is quiet and dirty during the day , and there are still some medicine bottles on the floor of the hall.
Subtitle: Bronx Veterans Hospital, in 1968,
sunlight shines through the glass into the lobby. A wounded person was sitting in a wheelchair. His urine flowed down a plastic urinary catheter to the floor, and there was a beating sound. Several drunks were napping on chairs or on the floor. A black first responder walked from a doorway humming, he walked across the hall, looking at the drunks. When he reached the door of a room, he stopped, slammed the door and walked in.
Interior view, enema room, during the day
three black first responders are playing cards on the toilet.
First responder (just walked in): Hey Eddie, number 13 needs help.
Eddie (smoking a cigarette): Wait for a while, buddy.
First responder (just walked in): Hey, his catheter is blocked.
Eddie: I said that, I'll go in a while. Don't rush me. (To the other person) Give me two cards.
The first responder withdrew helplessly.
Interior view, aisle/ward, during the day
two first responders are picking up the alcoholic who fell from the wheelchair and pushing them back to their respective wards. There are empty wine bottles all over the ground.
A first responder opened the food cupboard and found that a wounded person was giving morphine to another patient.
First responder: Hey, Gray, I said that I can't give him an injection in the morning... Take the needle away!
A blonde and black female nurse walked up the aisle, and a person in a wheelchair greeted her: "Hello, Miss Washington."
Washington (people in the wheelchair): Good morning and refreshed everyone.
Washington walked into a ward.
Washington: Good morning! Get up, everyone! (She knocks on a patient's bed)
Patient: Give me some aspirin...
Washington walked over and put a thermometer in the patient's mouth, then glanced at his watch.
Washington: I will give it to you! (Walking to a patient who is pulling on a ring to support his upper body) How about? Leon?
Leon (pointing below): Look at this thing.
There is a rat scurrying for food on the messy floor.
Leon: This fucking mouse is getting bigger every day.
Washington (inserting a rubber tube into the neck of another patient): You and the mouse are two different things.
Leon: That's why I feed it.
Washington: You just keep it, everything will be fine...
At this moment , Frankie, the first responder, walked in with the car.
Frankie: Hey, Frankie is here, get up, get up, this is a special service at six o'clock. (Walking to Kovic) Hey, man, get up, it looks like you are ready, then let's go.
Lang (in a wheelchair): Let's go, let's go.
Frankie: John, come here and help.
The two lifted Lang up.
Interior view, enema room. On the same day,
a first responder was brushing potty and then hung them on the wall.
Several wounded were lying on a special bed with a potty under their hips.
First Aid (outside the picture): I'll get your catheter.
Eddie and Frankie were busy back and forth, placing the potty under the wounded's hips.
Eddie poured some soapy water into the small bucket hanging on the head of the wounded, and then charged the lying wounded with the small bucket with a rubber tube.
One wounded: Hey Eddie, my stomach is stuffy.
Eddie: Don’t worry, Eddie will take care of you all, just like washing a car.
Frankie (walking to a wounded person): You have a prolapsed anus, so you can't pull your stool out. (Pour soapy water into the bucket on the wounded man’s head)
Wounded man: Look at what's wrong with my anus?
Frankie (outside the painting): Your urine is cloudy and unclear. You need to drink more water. Didn't I tell you to drink more water and dialysis?
Lang (eyes closed): Frankie, I'm ready.
Eddie (turning his head): Don't quarrel with me, wait until I'm free.
Lang: I didn't quarrel with you.
Frankie walked over and put the potty under Lang's hips.
Fran's Tomb (mockingly): Man, Kovic! Mr. July 4.
Interior view, hospital recreation room, Tian
Tian Lang and a few wounded were watching TV intently. The live broadcast of the 1968 Chicago Democratic Conference is being shown on TV, and there are fierce clashes between the protesters and the police.
TV announcer (outside the picture): ...Politicians and opponents gathered in Chicago for the 1968 presidential election.
One wounded (outside the picture): Damn it for supporting the Communist Party!
Several paraplegics who were extremely excited by drug use were sitting in a wheelchair and clamoring: "They crossed the barbed wire to kill us!"
Lang stared at the TV, with an unbelievable expression on his face.
Lang (turning his head): Stop making a noise!
Several patients are still arguing.
Wounded A: They passed through the barbed wire...
Wounded B: I surrendered, I surrendered.
Lang (angrily): Shut up!
Lang turned back to watch TV, and some people on the TV screen were burning the Stars and Stripes.
Lang (furious): Get out if you don't love your country, you beasts!
Jimmy, the first responder, walked behind him.
Jimmy: Are you ready?
Lang (shaking the wheelchair backward): They burned the national flag!
Interior view, in the hospital gym.
Lang is doing pull-up exercises during the day , while Jimmy is training him.
Jimmy: Come on, shake up your spirits, you look very young.
Lang: How many times did I do it yesterday?
Jimmy: Three times.
Lang: Three times?
Jimmy: Do you think it's enough?
Lang: They asked me to do it 7 times.
Jimmy: Seven times? Let's do it seven times. Come on, Kovic.
Lang worked hard but stubbornly.
Jimmy: That's it, head up, hold on! Good job, Marines!
Lang hung down weakly, and Jimmy hurriedly pushed past the wheelchair.
Interior view, Lang's ward. During the day, the
camera pulled back from the stars and stripes flying in the sky to Lang's ward. Two doctors and nurse Washington gathered around Lang's bed.
Doctor (outside the picture): We have to tell you one thing clearly, Lang, the probability that you can walk is very small, almost impossible. You have no sensation below the waist. Maybe you will be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Spent on... (pause) Do you understand what I'm saying?
Lang was lying on the hospital bed and looking at the ceiling, grabbing the ring with his right hand.
Lang (watching the doctor low-key): But, the doctor—I can...
Doctor (walking over to Lang and bending over): What?
Lang: Can I... have a baby?
Doctor: No.
Lang turned his head to the side a little irritably.
Doctor (backwards): There is a psychologist here. He...
Lang (stubbornly): I will, I know I will stand up.
Doctor: Listen to me, Lang, you can never walk.
Interior view, hospital sports complex, daytime
Lang stood up on the parallel bars for the first time, dragging his legs forward with difficulty, Jimmy standing beside him.
Lang: Am I not good? Jimmy, don't I look good?
Jimmy: Very good, you are a crazy Marine. Kowick, you don't know what's going on in the country.
Lang: Get out of you!
Jimmy: I'm serious about their burning of the flag, buddy. Why did we expedition to Vietnam to fight, but they have no power on the mainland. Racial riots, unemployment problems are serious, (pause) the Vietnam War is a white war, a war of the rich. Take a look at the relevant books. The revolution is underway. If you don't participate, you are a problematic person.
Lang (tired and weary): Give me a wheelchair.
Interior view, Lang's ward,
several wounded lying on the bed at night taking drugs.
One wounded: Beware of being hit by a nurse.
In a dark corner, a black prostitute was undressing.
Wounded (whispering): Take off the bra and give you another 10 yuan.
The prostitute rode naked on a shirtless wounded man.
Prostitute: ...Is that so?
Wounded: Hush...hush... kiss my nipple.
Prostitute: Baby, you can do anything as long as you want... The
camera pans to Lang, he listens to the soft moans of the two, and glances longingly and irritably.
Interior view, the hospital gymnasium. During the day,
Lang was walking around excitedly with a pair of aluminum crutches in his hand, dragging two unconscious legs.
In the gymnasium, the wounded are doing various rehabilitation training.
Jimmy (outside the painting): Lang, relax, don't do too tired, don't go too far.
Lang (confidently): I will go out.
Standing beside him was the doctor who announced that Lang could not walk.
Lang smiled at him, then continued to move forward, greeting the other wounded from time to time.
The wounded (Chong Lang): Good job, Lang! You are fine!
Lang: I am numb from the waist down, but if there is a will, it will come true! Keep practicing, guys! (Talking to himself) Forward! Move forward!
Then, he wanted to turn his head and say something, but suddenly his body tilted to the right and fell to the ground. There was a cracking sound from the leg, and a crutches hit the face. Lang lay on the ground embarrassedly.
Lang: I... it seems that something broke. Is it my neck?
Jimmy (running over in a hurry): Be patient, it's okay. (Shouting outside) Henry! (Checking Lang's lower limbs) Fuck!
Lang (looks up at his legs): What is that sound? what's wrong?
Jimmy: Nothing, nothing.
Jimmy tore his cheerful trouser legs. Lang's right leg broke, and the bone was sticking out of the flesh.
Lang (panicfully): Huh? Broken bone?
Jimmy: Henry, get the doctor quickly! Find a doctor!
Lang: Am I okay?
Jimmy: Take it easy, everyone! Keep practicing, keep practicing!
Interior view, hospital, in
a ward in the morning , several wounded are still asleep. The Washington nurse walked in, opened the curtains, and called the wounded to get up. She shook a wounded person. His eyes were closed and there was no response. Washington hurriedly opened his eyelids to check.
In the hall, a wounded man who had lost both forearms and calves looked out the window sadly.
The camera pans to a wounded man with many stitches on his head.
Interior view, Lang's ward, morning
(slow motion) The young and energetic Lang stared at the ceiling with a large group of people in wheelchairs, then walked slowly down from the wheelchair, happily ran towards the camera, and gradually Hastened the pace. The people around turned their heads to look at him... The
camera shifted to a small mirror placed on the ground. The old, weak and dirty face was reflected in the mirror. He had a beard and his hair was long and disheveled, and he was fixed face down. On an electric bed that can rotate.
Lang kept pressing the "call button", yelling irritably, "Washington...Washington..."
Miss Washington, the nurse, walked over with pills and a glass of water.
Washington: What's the matter?
Lang (furious): Where the hell did you hide? I pressed the damn "call button" for two fucking hours, what's the matter with you damn people? Why can't I take a bath? Why doesn't this damn place even change the sheets? Why does no one clean up the damn vomit on this damn floor? !
Washington (press the button to turn the bed upside down): Don't yell at me, Mr. Cowick! Take care of your mouth!
Lang: Why don't you come and help me! I am sick, I feel very uncomfortable, I want to see a doctor right away!
Washington: He won't come now. He is not free.
Lang (furious): I want to see him right away! He is always out of time, is he?
A very excited young black Ma Wen intervened.
Ma Wen (speaking sarcastically as the little gangster on the street): What are you bothering about, Kovic.
Lang: Damn it!
Ma Wen: Want to cut off the legs?
Lang grabbed Ma Wen, the first responder.
Ma Wen: Don't touch me well!
Lang: Damn it! I was forced to do this because I wanted you to hear a few words from me. I just want you to treat me like a fucking pers
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