"JACOB'S LADDER"
byBruce Joel Rubin
EXT. VIETNAM - DUSK
A swarm of helicopters swoops out of a yellow sky and deposits an army
of men over a Vietnamese hillside.The SOLDIERS scramble over the terraced rice paddies for the protection
of the jungle. Falling into coulmns, like strands of soldier ants,
seventy-five men, at combat readiness, assemble on the edge of a
sweltering wilderness.It is dusk. The mood is lazy, soporific. Members of one platoon huddle
close to the ground smoking a joint.
JERRY
Strong stuff.ROD
(to JACOB, a soldier
squatting several yards
away)
Hey, Professor, how many times can
you shit in an hour?GEORGE
Don't bug 'im.DOUG
Where are those gooks already?FRANK
Some offensive. I don't even think
they're out there.PAUL
Jesus, this grass is something else.JACOB SINGER returns to the group, pulling up his pants.
ROD