It is the next morning. The PBR continues on its journey up river. Chef distributes mail from the mail bag. "Shit, you got another one, Clean!"

Clean looks at the package that Chef handed him. Then thinks and looks back at Chef. "Wait a minute. Is that it?"

"That's it for you." Chef turns to Lance. "Lance? Mr. L. B. Johnson, there you go."

Lance takes the letter. "Far out, man! All right, I been waiting for this one."

"I got a box from Eva."

Lance begins reading the letter to him. ""Lance, I'm fine. Sue and I went to Disneyland. Sue skinned her knee."" Then he begins responding to the letter. "How could I forget, man? Beautiful!" Then continues reading. ""There could never be a place like Disneyland, or could there? Let me know." Jim, it's here. It really is here."

Nigel has opened the Top Secret pouch and is reading the letter inside. ""There has been a new development regarding your mission, which we must now communicate to you. Months ago, a girl was ordered on a mission, which was identical to yours. We have reason to believe that she is now operating with Colonel Mackenzie. Saigon was carrying her MIA for her family's sake, but they assumed she was dead. Then they intercepted a letter he tried to send to her brother."" Nigel looks down at the letter she tried to send. It was just a few bold words on a flimsy piece of paper: "Forget it. I'm never coming back." "Captain Fanny Fulbright. She was with Rachel."

Lance has taken some smoke bombs and is popping them open. Purple smoke begins to pour out. "Purple Haze! Look!"

The Chief looks back at Lance. "Lance, put that smoke away."

Clean is opening his package. "I got a tape from my mom."

Lance is still playing with the smoke bomb. "Chief, rainbow reality, man. Get a good whiff." The colored smoke is getting in everybody's eyes. The whole boat is enveloped. "Hot potato! Hot potato" Then chucks it off the boat.

Clean's tape from his mom begins playing. "...and that's much more that I can say for some of your friends. If this tape is any good, I will have Dad and the family send you a tape of their own."

Suddenly streams of tracers whip out of the jungle at them, other bullets smash and ricochet off the deck; glass shatters, everybody jumps to their battle stations. Lance jumps into the turret of the twin fifties and starts blasting away at the jungle. The Chief tries to power the PBR out of the ambush. Clean jumps up behind the M60 machine gun and starts firing. Nigel uses his M16.

Everything is confusion, yelling, gunfire, and the thud of bullets ripping into the PBR fiberglass hull. Lance's guns return fire. He screams obscenities as he vents an almost superhuman violence. Nobody quite knows where the fire is coming from.

The Chief steers and accelerates erratically, trying to dodge the fire fight.

Clean is firing the M60...suddenly it jams. As he rises up behind the shield he is riddled by machine gun fire. The bullets blast into his throat, chest, stomach...he falls to the deck.

Nobody has seen that he is down yet. They keep firing their guns into the jungle. The Chief throttles forward, the boat surges ahead and slams across the river. It is all over quickly.

The Chief turns and sees that Clean has been hit and is down on the deck. "Chef! Take care of Clean! Captain, Clean's hit! He's hit!"

Lance climbs out of the gun turret and looks around for the little puppy. "Where'd the dog go? Where's the dog? We gotta go back and get the dog!"

Chef crawls to Clean and turns him over. Sees that he is dead. "Clean! Hey! Bubba, you can't die! Hey, bubba!" Clean lying dead, flat on his back. The Chief turns him over and holds his wrist to try and take his pulse. Clean's mother can still be heard from the tape. "...do the right thing, stay out of trouble, and bring your hiney home ask with good grades ...'cause we love you very much. Love, Mom."

The Chief is holding Clean's hand and crying.

The boat under power, moving through fog. They pass downed SCAMPERs, wreckage, and burning fires. Nigel is sitting on the bow, looking out into the distance as though he sees something. He motions to the Chief. "Hold on. Throw me the glasses." He looks through the binoculars. In the distance, he can make out a plantation. The dock has been devastated by years of fighting. There is a heavy fog everywhere. Up on the hill above the dock sits a large house; it does not look heavily damaged.

Nigel picks up his M16 and moves to the front of the boat. The Chief has also seen the wrecked plantation. "Lance. Get the 16 on the bow. Chef, on the 60."

The Chief pulls the PBR slowly up to the wrecked dock. Nigel jumps off with his M16 in hand and cautiously looks around.

He walks into a wrecked barn. He comes out of the side and makes his way back to Chef and Lance, who are standing on the dock. The Chief yells out from the boat. "Lance, cover the Captain."

Suddenly from out of the fog a voice shouts out. "vous êtes entouré. Lâchez vos armes." Chef recognizes the language they are speaking and shouts out. "ne tirez pas, ne tirez pas" Then he looks at the others. "They're French." Then he turns and shouts again. "Je tombais mon arme"

Chef and Lance start to put down their M16s, the Chief shouts out furiously from the boat. "Chef! Pick up that weapon! Pick it up! Stand fast!"

Chef continues to shout to the French. "Nous sommes TND, nous sommes amis!" The French voice calls out once more. "Lâchez vos armes"

As Nigel walks down the dock, French soldiers appear out of the fog, totally surrounding them. Nigel stops in front of them, realizing there is no way out, and raises his rifle in surrender. They all drop their weapons. More soldiers step out. Chef continues to call out. "Nous sommes TND. Nous sommes amis. Nous sommes amis" More French and Cambodian soldiers a step out of the fog onto the dock. They move forward cautiously. It is strange. It is like meeting up with a group of soldiers from the French Adult War. They all bear older automatic weapons and suspicion in their eyes. Another French Teen joins the group. This is obviously the Commander. He is about 25, He obviously went rouge with the rest of his family and unit and they all live on this plantation. He and Nigel look at each other.

Nigel speaks first. "We lost one of our men."

"We French always pay respect to the dead of our allies. You're all welcome. My name is Hubert DeMarais. This is my family's plantation. It has been such for 15 years, and it will be such until we are all dead."