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theywhowriteandknowthings · 9 months

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Framing Escobar: Chapter 1 - Snapshot

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: This chapter has some sexual suggestions, allusions to violence, mostly just scene setting and fluff.

Welcome to the reboot! I hope you enjoy this little piece of my heart 💜

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Snapshot:

You’ve been in Colombia for six hours, and in those six hours you’d found your apartment, shopped for the essentials, clothes, camera stock, tampons. You’d also swerved eager street vendors with your less-than-adequate Spanish, and you’d almost got hit by three cars, and a bus.

You stare down at the box on the shabby dining table that had seen some serious use, the varnish gone, leaving the bare wood open to all the various nicks and dings inflicted upon it.

“Fuck.” You breathe as you open the Olympus OM-4T box with a giddy gasp. Professor Thomas had one of these bad boys and you had been able to use it from time to time, but you never expected to have your own, not before you’d finished your PhD. You take some time to flick through the manual, but you already know how to use it, what film stock to use, then you turn to the other lenses provided.

They’re older but still good, you snap a few shots of your apartment as a test. The viewfinder something you still need to get used to, your Leicas at home are range finders. But the technology fascinates you. You’re almost forgetful of the dangerous place Colombia is as gun shots erupt outside and you drop to the floor, cradling your head as you wait for the din of the street fighting to stop.

Silence falls over the street and after a few minutes the stray dogs start to bark once more, people bustle about noisily in the street below. You do a precautionary check of your body, no bullet holes, good. You’ve been housed on the top floor of the unofficial DEA apartment block, but you still had to be sure.

“I need a drink.” You breathe as you gather yourself, stowing the camera and lenses under your bed, just in case. You grab your purse and head out, down the many flights of stairs, and through the back door of the building into the streets of Bogotá as you scold yourself for not having picked up a few beers earlier that day.

~*~

You sit at the bar with a beer and a large glass of water. You’re gulping the water down at a rate that even the bartender raises an eyebrow at as you ask for a refill. The beer is better than you remember than anything back home, and you sip on it from the bottle, letting the harsh edge of your nerves be smoothed over with the alcohol buzz. A song comes on over the jukebox, a shift from the Latin Rock that had been playing since you arrived, and you perk up as you recognise the singer.

You look out over the bar and see a pair of men eyeing you from the jukebox, they must have put the song on. You feel self-conscious as you look down at the long cargo shorts and yellow tank top, wondering what was drawing their attention. Your nerves are on fire hoping you hadn’t given yourself away before you even officially started. The DEA had given you a crash course on all things undercover, which seemed like nothing at all now you were here.

“Hey there, hon,” A warm voice broke you out of your panic and you look up into the blue eyes of the taller of the two men. He’s gorgeous, and his smile just makes your heart flutter, “New in town?” He asks as he sits to your right, his blonde hair sticking to his brow as you know yours is too. He’s dressed like every jock you’d ever met, blue button down, khaki chinos, white sneakers.

“Flew in today, gap year, taking a break from my PhD.” You grin as you respond with your pre-approved reasons for being in Bogotá, ready to launch into the in-depth backstory you had been given, but the handsome stranger just nods.

“The fuck you doing in Colombia, kid?” The other man’s voice comes from behind the blonde one. He stalks around his friend, quickly taking the seat on the other side of you. Suddenly you’re penned in by these strangers and panic is rising in your throat. The other man is the opposite in every way to his friend, his features sharp against a tousled mess of dark hair, a strong moustache adorns his upper lip. He sports a rich maroon shirt, and dark jeans. Unlike his friend, you can’t place his accent, only making you more wary of the pair.

“I’m- You begin but the blonde man interrupts you. He signals to the bartender to bring over another round of beers.

“She’s here on a gap year, José, here in Bogotá?” He informs his friend, a wicked smile spread across his face as you turn to the stern man to your left, his dark, scrutinising eyes afire with glee.

“What is a pretty girl like you doing in Bogotá? It’s not a nice place these days.” His tone is teasing, an echo of his friend’s. You want to just curl up and die, they’re clearly having fun toying with you. You feel like you’re twelve years old again, getting picked on the high school jocks.

I should have bought beer at the market, I could be at home, safe.

You think to yourself as you plaster a smile on your face.

“I’m travelling through South America for photography and, more importantly, life experience. “You wince internally, embarrassed that you were describing yourself as the kind of person avoid like the plague, all starry eyed, soaked in privilege and, worst of all, naive. “Going to be completing my PhD in photography when I get back. I want to capture the world through my eyes, y’know?” You let your eyelashes flutter a little as you speak.

“That’s pretty bold isn’t it, Stan?” The dark-haired man, José, asks, his lips set in a mocking smile. You can’t keep your gaze from drifting to the low cut of his shirt, left unbuttoned enough to show you the curve of his chest muscles.

“Very, mommy and daddy pay for this trip?” The blonde man, Stan, teases as you squirm. You’d happily take more gunshots outside your apartment than this. But you can’t help but notice that José’s gaze is lingering on you. Throughout the course of the teasing, you notice his eyes softening, curious and bright in the shabby lighting of the bar. You look back to Stan as you reply, tearing your eyes from the man who’s stirring a something inside you just by looking at you.

“I paid for it, my mommy and daddy aren’t around anymore.” You hiss bitterly at the rough treatment by these strangers, the information is only a half-truth. The DEA had paid for the whole thing after all, including your new camera. No matter how hot José is you don’t have to put up with this bullshit.

“Oof, stepped in it there, Stan,” José whistles low as he shoots you a slightly more sympathetic look, but the heat never leaves his eyes, “Sorry doll, he’s not the best with the ladies.”

“It’s fine, I’m just trying to have a drink before heading home.” You mutter, draining your beer in indication that you’re done. Your heart threatening to burst out of your chest as you try and get away from the two handsome men, already feeling like you’ve blown everything. The round of drinks land in front of you and you wince, not wanting to snub a kind gesture.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m heading back to my wife,” He says the final word with venom aimed at José and you almost smile, “Goodnight you two, enjoy the beers, have fun.” Stan waves as he walks away. You’re stunned, not sure what the hell had just gone on.

“Sorry about him, he caught me looking at you and decided to make it a whole thing.” José apologises, the skin around his warm brown eyes creasing at the corners as he grimaces at his friend’s teasing.

“It’s fine, I do think I need to get home though.” You insist, the interaction seems harmless but you’re already on edge. José is handsome, suave, a few years your senior, but you already want to run and hide from the world after the pair’s relentless teasing.

“Leave the beers, I’m sure I can share them around, how about a nightcap?” José asks with a smile as he gestures to the bartender, rolling off fluent Spanish as he orders the next round.

“Ok, but I do have to get back.” You insist but the large measure of whiskey is placed next to you makes you exhale. You were already feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol and lack of sleep, and you were conscious of not turning up hungover to your first day on the job.

“No worries, chica, one more drink.” José promises but you could see the flickering curiosity in his gaze as you fawn up at him. You wring your hands on the hem of your tank top before deciding to stay.

“So, what pick up lines do you usually use on the stupid American tourists?” You ask, savouring the rich spicy peat of a good whiskey. If living with your uncle had taught you anything, it was to appreciate good whiskey.

“Bold, I like it,” José chuckles as he nurses his own drink, “Usually that I’m a telenovela star trying to reconnect with my character, and that a night with a beautiful stranger is just what I need.” He rambles and you find yourself smiling, coming down from the adrenaline spike with ease as José’s face softens. He’d been all hard edges and brooding until you actually dared ask him a question about himself.

“Ah yes, because Arturo Peniche needed such inspiration to be so lusted after by little Latina aunties.” You tease and a flash of genuine delight crosses José’s face, and you take the win, knowing that you’re in good company.

“Where are you from, sugar? And how do you know who Arturo Peniche is?” José asks with genuine curiosity as you melt under his gaze. He smells divine, a perfect blend of smooth whiskey and not-cheap cologne that drives heat to your core.

“Albuquerque,” You had agreed that with the DEA, it made most sense, “But I grew up with an unorthodox family, my uncle loved telenovelas and I’d end up getting sucked in while doing homework after school.” You admit, the thought bringing you a soft buzz of nostalgia. José nods in approval.

“You and your uncle close then?” He asks, his tone light but you can see he’s reading everything you do, methodically.

“Yeah, when my parents passed, he took me in, I was ten?” You try and remember but it’s all a bit of a blur these days, “But yeah we were never close, but we bonded over our love of photography, guns, and Dolly Parton.” You admit, getting lost in your own thoughts as you realise, you’re giving way too much away to the second stranger you had actually spoken more than a few words to in Bogotá.

“So, your friend,” You gesture towards the door steering the conversation away from you, “He always such a good wingman?”

“Yes, and no, he’s always more interested in winding me up, than actually helping me score.” José admits with a shrug.

“I’d say he did a pretty good job.” You admit as you did enjoy watching José squirm a little.

“As my wingman? Or as an annoying prick?”

“Both.” You feel heat rising to your cheeks. The alcohol makes you bold as you place the empty glass on the bar, “But I have an early start, so I should be going.” You stand up too quickly and he steadies you with a strong, firm hand on your waist. You laugh at yourself as the heat rises to the tips of your ears.

“You alright, doll?” He asks as his other hand comes up to rest on your cheek. The calloused skin of his fingers is delightfully rough against your cheek. Your lips part involuntarily as you look up into his dark eyes, bottomless pools of chestnut and ochre, framed by long, thick lashes. The grip on your waist tightens slightly as you see his chest heave, the tan skin of his chest glistening slightly with perspiration. You’d never been one for one-night stands or casual hook-ups but something about the way this man was drinking you in had you weak at the knees.

“I’m fine, just tired from all of the travelling.” You whisper, your breath coming in shallow rasps as you try and resist the urge to kiss him. You wanted to blame the alcohol, but you were only slightly buzzed, a false sense of confidence flooding you as you smell his subtle, floral cologne that draws you closer to him.

“Need me to call you a cab?” He breathes, you feel his hand twitching on your waist as you feel him constraining himself.

“Please.” You nod, dropping your gaze to your feet, trying to reel yourself back from the point of no return. José turns to the bartender and asks him to call a cab for you, you let out a shallow breath as his hands leave you, trying to collect yourself.

“One’s on the way, come on I’ll wait with you outside.” He insists and you let him walk you out, the hot night air oppressive as you expect to step out into a cooler atmosphere than the bar.

“Fucking Colombia.” You grumble, not used to being so hot all the time, the presence of José at your back not helping matters. You stand in the alleyway, just off the street, waiting for the cab when you hear him chuckle from behind you. The snap of a zippo catches your attention as he lights a cigarette. You wrinkle your nose; you’ve always hated smoking. He catches the look on your face and snubs the unsmoked cigarette on the wall. He clearly doesn’t want to put you off if he was even remotely in with a chance of taking you home. You turn away, not trusting yourself to not throw yourself at him if you kept his gaze.

“Not a fan of the heat?” José asks as he eyes you from behind, you mentally beg him to step forward and close the distance, to grab you from behind and touch you. The tension is just too much.

“Not when I have so many clothes on.” You whisper, something in you hopes that it was too quiet to hear but the soft hum in your ear as strong arms circle around your waist, pinning you to him, confirms that he definitely heard you.

“You sure you need to go back to your place tonight?” He asks as he presses a soft, lingering kiss into the sensitive flesh of your neck, the brush of his moustache on your skin and the warm press of his lips bring a strangled moan to your lips and you feel his smile against your skin as he hears it.

“Yes, I really do.” You assure him, you ball your fists at your side as you try and fight the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair. You could feel his growing erection against your ass, and you whimper softly, this time he hadn’t heard you, to your relief.

“Shame, would have loved to hear what other noises I could tease out of you.” He chuckles as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, sucking an angry mark into your neck, the sensation is enough to moisten your panties as your head rolls back in pleasure at the depraved act.

“Fuck.” You breathe as he plants a kiss on your jaw, nipping lightly as he thumbs the hem of your cargo shorts.

“Your ride’s here, shame, but maybe I’ll see you around before you leave Bogotá?” He asks as he pushes you forward. The abrupt release from his tight hold startles you and you just manage to right yourself before turning to scowl at him.

“Maybe, I don’t know how long I’ll be in town.” You say with a smile, “But maybe I’ll see you here Friday night?”

“Sounds like a plan, goodnight, sugar.” He gives you a mock salute and you roll your eyes, fumbling to get the back door of the cab open in your flustered state. You practically fall into the back seat as you give the driver your address. You try not to look back like a love-sick puppy as the car pulls away. You massage the spot where he had left a mark and hope that you can cover it up in the morning. Somehow.

Bogotá, what a fucking place.

~*~

You stand at your bathroom mirror, frustration rolling off you in waves as you take in the large, angry mark on your neck. You apply concealer and a bit of foundation over the mark, it looks better but it’s still there. You give up and glance at your watch, you have a few minutes before you needed to leave. You grab your camera bag and take one last look around your new home. It needed some decoration, especially if you were going to be here a while.

“Idiot, what were you thinking? Should have stayed home.” You curse yourself for being so stupid as you fly down the flights of stairs. You notice the tall blonde woman at the last moment, stopping just short of mowing her down in the foyer.

“Shit, sorry! Uh, lo siento!” You correct, forgetting where you were for a moment.

“No worries, hon, you alright there?” The blonde woman gives you a knowing smile as she looks pointedly at the already smudging makeup on your shoulder.

Another American, are there any Colombians in this part of town?

“Yeah, sorry I’m going to be late for work.” You blurt and the woman raises an eyebrow at you. “So, you’re not the woman Javi was with last night? I thought, seeing as you were coming from that direction…”

“Don’t know anyone called Javi. Sorry, ma’am!”

“Connie, Connie Murphy, my husband Steve, and I live in this block too. Nice to meet you” You give her your name and she nods, filing it away for future reference.

“Anyway, nice to meet you Connie, I really do need to run.” You apologise as you sprint out of the building.

Connie watches you go, a wry smile plastered on her face as she connects the dots.

“Oh Javi, what have you done?” She asks herself with a chuckle as she heads back into the apartment.

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shilohsylvanian · 8 months

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I dont know if youve heard yet, but the chocolate lab family has been re-released in the united states as a 7 figure family! (The 4 figure family + triplets) It looks like a Barnes & Noble exclusive and is already in stores. Some Japan sets have also reached B&N with it, but the choco labs are unique

Ahh thank you so much! I knew it was coming but wasnt sure when! I dont see it updated on the website yet and will be a while before I can get to one to check myself/post photos (closest one is over an hour away :( ). So if you have photos I'd love to see!

I do wish they gave them special clothes though, I can't ration getting doubles of the main family just for the triplets lol

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toomanyfanficsbruh · 10 months

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@anonymityisfunwriter !!! @anonymityisfunwriter !!!!

SPEAK NOW TV?!?!?! THOUGHTS???

(PLEASE DO A FIC ON TIMELESS???) (I'm sorry, my reader inside got the better of me, i apologise)

(opinion on the BTR lyric change?)

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mod-a-day · 5 months

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Josephine Lithius (Jo Li KMC) "Alone in the Rain" (aka "Lone Falcon in the Rain") Electronic Myths (2002, 2020) Killer Megabytes, Co.

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asailorsdrunkeneulogy · 3 months

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Preordered the Daylight vinyl (orange and blue variant) and the Labor Days 20th anniversary vinyl today. Now I just have to wait until late March/early April and maybe (hopefully?) forget that I did that for a nice surprise later.

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GSC re-releasing Reimu's nendoroid is a good sign... it means we might see more touhou stuff from them!

I'd love to see re-releases of some other touhou nendos (Patchouli, Yuuka or Mokou please!!) put I'm also rooting for some newer touhous too! I'd personally love a Keiki, or Yuuma

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midnightrecording · 7 months

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Back on streaming and Youtube Music - Central Diagnostics! Also available on Bandcamp.

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jbk405 · 8 months

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I just learned that Jurassic Park is being re-released in theaters in 3-D for the 30th anniversary.

I'm not going to shell out $20 to go see it again, but I just may pop in the VHS I have and rewatch it that way to really recapture the childhood experience.

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Nendoroid Hitori Gotoh [Bocchi the Rock!] from Good Smile Company will be re-released June 2024.

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WOW!!! 6 MILLION in just a WEEKEND??

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#NWH #re-release #the fun stuff #NWHFS #thanks anon!!! <3

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 9 months

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Framing Escobar Chapter 2: Over Exposed

Specific Warnings: Javier Peña, Javi is a dick, asshole Javier, sex, smut, PiV, mentions of birth control and sexual screenings, pee after sex people! Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Chapter two is here! I hope you enjoy the Menace (TM) That is Javi P.

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You stand in the meeting room, clearly early to the 10am meeting, even if it's already 10:15. You shuffle around and take in the boring grey walls of the room. Your camera bag slung across you, all lenses and camera body ready to go with multiple spare rolls of film stowed away. Slowly, DEA agents fill the room, some women, but mostly men. You sit at the back and just take in the crowd as they enter. A loud, commanding voice cuts through the chatter as you check your watch, 10:30. The meeting has finally started. You recognise Mike Spencer from your interviews, he is no less intimidating today than he had been back then.

“Alright! Settle down, you bastards,” His voice carries easily across the small room as the chatter dies down, “We’ve got a lot going on, as I’m sure you know. But please welcome the newest member of the DEA task force here in Colombia. Our own professional photographer all the way from Albuquerque,” Your name is called out and you feel all eyes turn to you as you perk up from the back of the room. The room is silent, and you trace the faces, looking for any sympathetic people in the crowd. Most people seem disinterested, but one face catches your eye.

Your stomach lurches as you see the handsome face of Stan, his eyebrows arch up for a second before he coughs, concealing the smile you know just flashed across his face. Dread sits heavily at the pit of your stomach as his partner leans around to look at you.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

José’s dark eyes go wide as he takes you in, his mouth hanging open slightly before he recovers. He looks away from you and you see Stan whispering something in his partner’s ear. José jabs him in the ribs, not appreciating the commentary it seems.

“Agent Peña, Agent Murphy,” Spencer calls out to the men, and you die a little inside as they turn to face him, “She’s with you, show her the ropes, get her out on the street ASAP.” The meeting continues as Spencer updates the room with the current state of the war against the Medellín Cartel in the area. You listen absently as all you can think of is how fucking awkward this was going to be.

His name isn’t Stan, it’s Steve, Connie’s husband… So, he must be-

“Javier Peña, nice to meet you,” his gruff tone breaks through the mental haze, and you look up into furious eyes.

“And I’m- “

“Steve Murphy, yeah I know, I met your wife this morning,” you cut him off, trying not to seem completely incompetent as you fight the urge to scream.

“So, you ready to head out on patrol?” Steve asks with a wicked smile; he’s practically dancing with glee at this point. You just know he’s going to laud the whole situation over Javier when you weren’t around.

“Yep, let’s get on with this,” you nod, hoping that the day would go quickly.

Steve and Javi take you to the armoury and kit you up with a bulletproof vest, a radio, and a pistol.

“You know how to fire that thing?” Javi asks flatly as he regards you with the same furious look as in the meeting room.

“Sure do, I’ve been shooting since I was a kid,” you remind him, but he ignores you. You tuck the piece in an interior pocket of your camera bag, taking the box of .38 ammunition and store them accordingly.

“Good, you’re not going to be completely useless then.” Javi scoffs and Steve shoots him a look. The biting remark stings. You try not to take it personally, but you feel like he hates you. A stark contrast to the way he treated you last night.

“I don’t care what happened last night. She’s a valuable asset and we don’t have to be best friends, but don’t be an asshole, Javi,” Steve scolds him and Javi just rolls his eyes, leaving you and Steve to head to the truck without another word.

“Sorry about him. He’s kind of always like this, but usually it’s me he’s abusing,” Steve says and winks, “Your secret is safe with me,” he adds, pointing towards Javi as he exits the building.

“Nothing happened,” you start but his look tells you he isn’t buying it, “I mean, not nothing, but we didn’t-”

“I don’t need to know, hon; I’m just messing with you. Let’s go, get your head in the game, we’re going out into the war zone today,” you nod, trying to focus your thoughts as you follow Steve to the truck. As soon as you’re seated you start to assemble the zoom lens onto the camera body and fit a fresh film in the camera. The day goes by slowly, you take a few dummy photos. A group of kids on a doorstep, who pose for you naturally, their faces alight with joy at the attention. Some townscapes, a fountain, a street food cart. All things that you could use to swap out from an incriminating roll if anyone got wise to you.

Steve and Javi barely interact with each other, let alone you, as the day goes on. As the sun begins to set you realise you had begun to dose off in the back of the car, camera clutched in your hands. You look up, hoping no-one had noticed. Nothing was said, so you look around to see you’re almost back at the embassy building.

“Lucky you, a boring day comes around very rarely, hopefully we’ll have some more action tomorrow,” Steve remarks as he pulls the truck into the garage.

“Cool,” you manage as Javi is out of the truck before Steve can put it into park. He shakes his head before turning to you.

“You got plans for dinner, hon? Pretty sure Connie wouldn’t mind if you came round, seeing as we’re neighbours and all?” Steve offers and you nod, not wanting to be alone tonight, nor tempted back out into Bogotá.

“Sure, can I bring anything?” You ask not wanting to turn up empty handed to someone else’s house especially if they were feeding you.

“No need, see you at seven?” He flashes you a bright smile and you smile back, warmth spreading through you after a tense, stagnant day.

“I’ll be there,” you promise.

***

You stop by the market on the way home, picking up some flowers for Connie, and two cases of beer, one for Steve and the other for your fridge. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice. You hover outside of the Murphy’s apartment taking a deep breath and knock on the door, trying not to fidget nervously with the hem of your dress. You’d put on a cute little dress and low heels. The green and blues of the flowers printed over the flowing dress caught your eye yesterday and you just had to get it. You were glad you already had reason to wear it.

“You expecting someone?” Javier’s voice hits you like a slap to the face as he opens the door, you falter, this was not what you had been expecting at all. Fresh out of the shower, water droplets beading in his hair, the freshly applied cologne heavy in the air between you. He’s wearing an indigo button down, sleeves rolled up, and tight dark jeans. You can see a tease of his tan skin exposed beneath the low V of his unbuttoned shirt.

God, it’s not fair how hot he is.

“Uh hi, Steve invited me over, did I get the wrong apartment?” You manage to squeak as he glowers down at you. His hand gripping the doorframe with such pressure his knuckles were turning white, barring you from entry.

“Ah, there you are,” Steve calls out your name and appears behind Javi a second later, “Was worried you wouldn’t be coming!”

“You invited her?” Javier hisses at his partner and you feel sick as you hear the venom in his voice.

“Jesus, Javi, go grab a beer or something and see if Connie needs any help,” Steve barks at him. And you shrink away from Javi, ducking under his arm into the homely apartment. The smell of dinner wafts through the apartment and you breathe it in, not realising how hungry you were until now.

“I got you some beers, and Connie some flowers,” you hold the crate up to Steve who takes it eagerly.

“You didn’t have to, hon, but thanks,” Steve nods in appreciation at the beer.

“Do you have a vase I could use to put these in?” You ask and Steve looks perplexed, as if he had never used a vase before.

“Uh Connie, we got a vase for some flowers?” He calls through the open plan apartment.

“Yep, bring them through,” Connie calls and Steve nods in the direction of the kitchen, permission enough for you to head in.

“Hey, Connie, I got you some flowers, I hope you like them,” you say as you round the corner into the kitchen, Javi is leaning against the counter, his eyes locked on you as you enter the kitchen. But you don’t let him cow you, not this time. You’re a guest in this house, you are allowed to be here. The Murphys want you here.

Even if Javier doesn’t.

“Oh, sweetie, those are lovely. Here let me put them in some water,” Connie buzzes around the kitchen like a whirlwind, cooking and chatting the whole time. You sit back and listen as Steve comes to join her. He does as he is told, tossing the salad while Connie asks Javi to set the table. They exchange tender, soft touches here and there, Connie’s hand on Steve’s back, a gentle kiss from Steve presses to her hair. The sight makes you smile, it’s what you always imagined love was.

“You wanna help set the table?” Javi’s gruff voice pulls you away from the scene of domestic bliss and you nod, following him into the dining room. The peace offering soothing some of your nerves.

“Hey, Javier,” you start, wanting to clear the air before the tension made you explode, “About last night,” but you’re cut off as you feel him pull you against him, the press of his lips on yours incapacitating as you melt into him. You gasp as one hand clamps onto the nape of your neck, pinning you to him as the other hand rests on the small of your back.

The mixed signals have you reeling but the warm press of his tongue against your lips dissolve any thoughts in your mind as you moan, sliding your tongue against his as it invades your mouth. It was his turn to groan and his hand fists into the fabric of your dress as he pulls you closer still. You come up for air reluctantly as you bring yourself back to reality. You’re both breathing heavily as you rest your forehead against his, still clinging to one another in Steve and Connie’s dining room.

“Javier, what the fuck?” You wheeze, your heart hammering in your chest as you try and come down from the elated high that kissing Javier Peña had given you.

“Sorry, I just had to, been driving me crazy all day,” He murmurs, “Seeing my mark on your neck, the way you kept stealing glances at me, those tight little shorts,” his words send the hot rush of arousal to meet with your already slick panties.

“You have a strange way of showing it, asshole,” you grumble, not wanting to part but you haven’t even started to lay the table. Your head is spinning, and you just want to take him upstairs and let him have his way with you. Your stomach growls as if on cue and you both laugh.

“I thought if I was mean enough, you’d quit, and I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing you again,” he shrugs as he reluctantly lets you go, eyeing the place settings and cutlery with disdain.

“For a smart guy you’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” You scoff as you start laying out the place settings, your eyes not leaving him as you do. He follows suit, placing down the cutlery and serving spoons, eyes locked with yours. It’s like you’re dancing without touching, the table the only thing stopping you from crashing together once more.

“I’m just not usually one to shit where I eat,” he responds and winces at the harsh turn of phrase, but you just laugh. You kind of like this side of Javier, slightly goofy, open, honest.

“Neither am I, but here we are,” you admit, but you’ve only had two real boyfriends, both in college, so it’s uncharted territory for you regardless.

“Alright, kids, wash up. It’s dinner time!” Steve’s voice calls from the kitchen and the spell is broken, both of you straighten, sharing a shy smile before you hurry to the kitchen to wash your hands and help Connie serve up. Your heart is racing, and you can still taste Javier on your lips. The salt of his skin, the harsh bitterness of cigarettes, the tang of beer.

“You ok there with those plates?” Connie asks as you balance three plates of food expertly. Years of waitressing through high school meant it was second nature to you, even after all this time.

“Yes, ma’am,” You say as you head out to serve up the lasagne to Steve and Javi who are already seated across from one another, “Here you go,” you announce as you put the plates down, bending over the table in front of Javi. Not because you needed to, but because you could. Your hand brushes his on the table as you pull away, heading back to the kitchen to see if Connie needs any more help.

Connie hands you a bottle of white wine and two glasses as you enter the kitchen, sending you straight back out to take your seat. You pause for a moment wondering if you should sit next to Javi or Steve. The question is answered for you as Javi stands and pulls the chair out for you.

“Where did these manners come from?” Steve asks, eyebrows raised at his partner.

“Fuck you, Murphy,” Javi hisses as he scoots the chair back to the table, retaking his seat next to you.

“Alright, let’s eat!” Connie declares as she sits down opposite you, her hand falling to rest on Steve’s arm, a natural, affectionate action that makes you smile. You pour the Pinot Grigio generously into the glasses and the table toasts before digging in; beer bottles and wine glasses clinking arrhythmically. You’re rather grateful there’s no call for grace as the table settles into peaceful silence for a few moments before Steve pipes up.

“So why did the DEA hire such a young woman to do this job?” He sips his beer slowly, watching you as you contemplate what to say.

“I’m not that much younger than you,” you wave your fork in Steve’s general direction, “You and Peña should consider moisturising more often.” Connie scoffs and gives Steve a look of “I told you so” at your remark and Javier just tsks at you.

“Anyway, the official answer is boring, I was scouted for my good grades, etc.” You say before taking a sip of your drink, the white wine sharp and sweet on your tongue as you put the glass down to continue, “But really, I was moonlighting for a PI who had a friend in the DEA. I managed to catch a Senator with his toy-boy lover in their parked car from some distance away at night. Was the guy’s silver wedding anniversary too. Jim called it the money shot, and boy, was it ever,” you recall with a chuckle, and Steve looks at you in awe.

“Which Senator?” He blurts and Connie slaps his arm playfully.

“I can’t say, but the money I made from that meant I could pay for boarding without having to sacrifice my studies. If anything, they helped me shore up my skills.” “Un-fucking-believable, I thought you were some DEA big-wig’s niece, or some shit being palmed off on us because they called in a favour,” Javier says with a laugh, the sudden sensation of his hand on your knee almost making you jump but you contain it, just. His large hand slowly brushes along your thigh under your dress, all the while he takes a long swig of beer.

“I wish, if that were the case, I’d be off at some ranch writing soap opera scripts and romance novels instead.”

“So, you really like photography enough to get a PhD in it?” Javi asks, his hand dangerously close to the apex between your thighs.

“What can I say? I like taking photos, and academia seemed the natural course for me.,” you shrug, scooping up the last of the lasagne on your plate. And as you hum in satisfaction as Javi’s finger brushes against the soft cotton that was tight against your mound from the heat of the evening and arousal from the kiss earlier. You cough to try and cover the moan, and Connie eyes you with worry.

“You ok, hon? Do you need some water?” She asks, Steve’s expression mirrored hers, both oblivious to what had just occurred. You see Javi suppressing a smile as he trails his hand back down to your knee.

“No, not at all, just some more wine, I think!” You nod, the heat between your legs unbearable, the absence of his hand making you needy. You clamp your knees together, catching his hand between them and you notice the twitch at the corner of his mouth. It makes you feel powerful.

“Sounds good to me, anyone want some ice cream?” Connie beams, her sunny disposition the last thing you expected to come across in Bogotá, but it’s a welcome surprise. You offer to clear the dishes, needing some breathing room from Javier but Steve insists that you sit, you’re the guest after all. You’re alone again with Javier. Your heart races as you turn to face him and your breath hitches at the sight of him.

“You’re coming home with me tonight.”

It isn’t a question, but even if it had been you would have fallen over yourself eagerly to comply.

As the evening draws to a close, you find an opening to announce your departure, the loud yawn that precedes it genuine as you stretch your neck, still sore from the long flight.

“No worries, hon, you’re welcome any time though, ok?” Connie pulls you in for a hug and you squeeze her tight, already feeling like you’ll be fast friends.

“You bet, and anything you need from me I’ll be just downstairs,” You offer, catching Javi’s mouth twitch slightly as you say it.

“Well, I best be off too, thanks again Connie, Steve. Food was great as usual,” Steve and Javi embrace in that awkward guy way where they slap each other's backs before releasing each other. As if it had to be made manly and tough to be a permitted interaction. Connie catches your eye roll, and she laughs knowingly. Both men turn and look at you both with suspicion.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asks his wife with a smirk.

“Oh, nothing, baby. Night both, get some sleep, you hear?” Connie orders as you cross the threshold into the hallway.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Javier says before closing the door behind you both.

There’s a charged silence as you look at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. You feel a rush of energy as an idea comes to mind. Javi steps forward to grab you by the waist but you step back, his fists clutching at the empty space where you once were. His eyes lock onto yours with a desperate, unamused hunger.

“Catch me if you can, Peña,” you dare as you turn and dash for the stairs, taking them two at a time as you year him charging behind you., His heavy boots loud on the wooden floorboards. You get to the first floor and fumble in your small purse for your keys as you jog hurriedly down the hall. As you get to your door, hand on the doorknob, the keys slip from your fingers.

The clatter on the floorboards loud in your ears as you rush to pick them up. As you straighten, you feel him behind you. Hot breath ghosting against your skin as his arms cage you in, his palms splayed either side of the door as he leans down to your ear. His chest is against your back, his right knee presses against your thighs and you groan.

“Too easy,” he purrs as you slide the key into the lock, slowly, trying hard not to make it obvious you were still trying. The click of the lock is loud as he hovers over you, and you throw yourself into the apartment. You try to shut the door on him, but his boot is already there, jamming the door open as he slips inside, closing it quietly behind him.

“That was bold,” he says as he stalks towards you, already unbuttoning his shirt as he closes the gap between you in two long strides. His hands are in your hair, pulling you to him as he presses his lips to yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. He lets one hand fall to your waist, pushing you back until the kitchen counter meets your ass. You grunt at the impact, but he already has you up on the counter, spreading your legs around his waist as he leans into you.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Javi breathes against your lips as he pulls himself back slightly, looking down into your hungry eyes. Liquid pools of honeyed desire fill your vision and your stomach floods with heat.

“Why not?” You ask, trying not to sound as needy as you feel.

“I’m technically your boss. HR would have a field day if they knew,” he grumbles, his hand already sliding up under the hem of your dress, cupping your ass with a tight, firm grip. Your head falls to his shoulder, and you leave a trail of kisses up to his ear. He shivers under your mouth, and you smile as you hear the hiss of his breath as you take his earlobe between your teeth.

“But we’re going to do it anyway, right?” You breathe, nipping at his ear gently. The moan that comes out of his mouth is delightful as he bends down, pushing your dress up around your waist as he rips off your panties in one quick motion. The warm air of the evening hits your slick cunt, and you squirm under his gaze.

“Fuck! You’re already so fucking wet,” he growls, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yes, Javier, you have been touching me all evening. If I wasn’t already wet, we’d have a problem,” you jest and he laughs, deep from his chest and the sound makes you smile.

“Sassy, bonita, I like it,” he croons as he kisses your knee, slowly he leaves a trail of wet, lingering kisses up your inner thigh until the hot, wet sensation of his tongue gliding over your folds threatens to make you cum straight away. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging slightly on his tousled locks, which only makes him moan hard into your pussy. The sensation is mind-blowing.

“Oh, Javier,” his name passes your lips like a plea, begging him not to stop what he’s doing, to do whatever he wants to you. His tongue reaches the swollen bundle of nerves of your clit, and you gasp, he circles his tongue languidly around it, sucking slightly with each rotation. You shudder under him, and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

“I love the way you sound, baby. You like what I’m doing to you?” He asks as he slowly glides a finger through your slick folds.

“Yes, Javier, feels so good,” you pant, squirming as he eases his finger into you, slowly, stretching you out as you clench around his digit.

“Call me Javi, please,” He says softly as he looks up at you, dark eyes glossy with desire, “And relax, baby, you need to let me in,” He encourages you and you nod, trying to relax as the pleasure builds inside you.

His finger is in up to the knuckle now and you feel yourself easing around him, the stretching of your walls pleasantly painful as you take his finger inside of you.

“You’re so tight, baby, fuck. I can’t wait to feel you clamp around my dick like this.” He growls as he takes your clit back into his mouth, beginning a slow rhythm of gentle, testing thrusts with his finger. Soon you’re soaking his finger as you fall into the embrace of one of the most explosive orgasms of your life.

The sound of your wet heat squelching from his relentless rhythm filling the kitchen. Your head snaps back as you scream out his name, your pussy clamping down on him as he continues sucking on your clit. The overstimulation burning through you as you’re sure you’ll come a second time. Javi finally relents and looks at you as he straightens up his eyes dancing with delight and desire as he slowly sucks your slick off his finger.

“You up for a little more?” He asks and you’re nodding eagerly as you come down. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his bare waist, you feel the hot swell of his stomach against your wet cunt, and you shudder at the sensation. He takes you to the bedroom, your apartment a mirror of his own so he knows his way around.

He pulls your dress over your head and expertly unclasps your bra; your hands fly to his belt and you carefully free his throbbing cock from his boxers. He steps out of his jeans and underwear, pushing you down onto the bed.

“You got a condom, baby?” He asks gently as he palms his erection, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

“No, but I’m on the pill and don’t have any STDs,” you say with confidence, the DEA had made you get a physical and you’d opted for a screening just in case.

“You trust me, baby?” He asks, sincere as he asks for your permission.

“I probably shouldn’t,” you laugh and his face lights up at the sound, “But I’m guessing you don’t want to risk giving the new girl chlamydia on her first day,” Javi’s brow furrows but he’s still smiling.

“Sassy, sassy girl. Come here,” he growls as he meets you on the bed, his mouth on yours as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

You greet it with your own and soon you’re panting again, the taste of your arousal hot on his tongue as he explores your mouth slowly this time. Your tongues collide rhythmically as he pulls up onto his knees to line his tip at your core. He strokes it through your folds, moistening it with your slick as he teases your clit, pressing his swollen head against it before dipping back to your entrance.

“This may be a bit much for you, baby, but just relax, ok? Just like with my finger, we’ll take it slow,” he reassures you as the sting of his girth stretching you out hits you.

Your eyes water but you nod for him to keep going. Slowly he inches inside you, filling you up more than you’d ever felt before. The sensation was maddening, your mind going blank as he stops, his cock fully sheathed in your tight walls.

“Fuck, baby, fuuuck!” He groans as he holds back, he wants to fuck you senseless into the sheets., The combination of your soft mewls, glassy eyes, and tightness around his cock driving him mad.

“Javi, fuck me, please,” you whimper, the pain subsiding as the desire to feel him fuck you senseless becomes all consuming. His cock twitches inside you as you say his name and you arch up as he presses against your tight walls.

“We don’t have to baby; I can take it slow,” he murmurs as he drops a hand from your hip, lazily rubbing circles into your clit as he begins to move slowly. The shockwaves through your body are explosive as his tip hits a sensitive spot against your walls. But the rhythm isn’t fast enough, you don’t want him to take it slow, you want him to tear you open.

“Javi, please, I can take it just fuck me, please,” you beg, the pathetic plea that comes from your mouth seems to be all he needs to hear as he hitches one of your legs over his shoulder as he somehow presses deeper inside you. You gasp and shudder at the sensation, but you don’t have any time to recover as Javi thrusts inside you so hard you arch up off the bed, your vision blurring as he pumps into you again, and again.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, so fucking good,” he snarls as he lets go completely, fucking down into you like a man possessed.

You writhe as your release comes quickly, his rough thumb expertly circling your overstimulated clit as his rhythm becomes more ragged. He groans low and deep as he comes inside you, filling you up with hot ropes of his spend. You pant as he removes himself, the empty sensation disappointing as he pulls out. It’s over too soon, but the soreness between your thighs makes you doubt you could have taken much more.

“Javi, that was fucking amazing,” you whisper as you let your head hit the bedsheets with a sigh. You can feel his spend leaking out of you. But you don’t care, you can wash your sheets, or burn them if necessary.

“Yeah, it was something else. Fuck,” he pants as he pads into the adjoining bathroom, you follow him, brushing past as you sit on the toilet and will yourself to pee.

“I was going to come help with that,” Javi says with a smirk as he unashamedly keeps eye contact as you pee, holding up the warm washcloth he had prepared. You feel the tips of your ears prickle in embarrassment, but you don’t drop your gaze.

“Always pee after sex, warm washcloths are nice, but UTIs are no joke, Peña,” you say sternly as you finally force yourself to pee.

“Smarter than me, bonita,” he says with a grin as he uses the washcloth on himself, making sure to throw it in the laundry hamper at the foot of your bed before flopping back down on the mattress. You finish up and join him just as he’s about to light a cigarette.

“Seriously? In my bed?” You scold him and you see the irritation knit his brow together as he snaps his zippo shut.

“Sassy and bossy,” he grumbles to himself as he throws the cigarette and zippo onto the nightstand.

“What was that?” You ask as you crawl back onto the bed. Feeling bold as you climb onto his lap, straddling him as you look down at his arrogant face.

“Nothing, nothing,” he grumbles as his hands drop to your hips, thumbs brushing against the swell of your ass rhythmically.

“Better not have given me syphilis now,” you toy with him as you press a soft kiss to his lips before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses along his jaw.

“I thought it was chlamydia?” He retorts, his eyebrow raised as he groans underneath you.

“So, you do have chlamydia?” You tease and he shakes his head and in one swift motion he’s straddling your hips.

He pins your arms above your head with one hand, the other cups your cheek as he bends down to meet you. Your breath catches in your throat as the sight of him over you like this threatened to break you.

“That dirty mouth of yours is going to get me in trouble,” he warns as he places a soft kiss to your lips, the tenderness spreading warmth through your chest as you kiss him back slowly.

“It already has, Javi,” you respond as you nip his bottom lip, eliciting a hum from deep in his chest.

“You’re right, these walls are paper thin, and the Murphy’s are bound to have heard your vocal display of affection, bonita,” he smirks and your eyes go wide, the heat of embarrassment high on your cheeks.

“No, you’re fucking with me,” you hiss, not impressed with the gleam in Javi’s mahogany eyes.

“Oh no, they’ve complained about it to me before,” you wriggle free of his grip on your wrists and slap him hard on the shoulder, but he just laughs, pulling you to him as he rolls over onto the bed.

“I hate you, Javi,” you grumble as you sigh, trying to fight off the embarrassment as you snuggle into his warm, strong chest.

“If that’s how you hate fuck, I can’t wait to see what happens when you like me,” his tone is playful but the kiss he plants on your lips is once again tender, affectionate.

“Get some sleep, Peña,” You grumble, breathing in your combined scent of cologne, perfume, and sweaty, rough, mind-blowing sex.

“You too, baby,” He pulls you in tight, his leg draped over yours, caging you in against him as if you were going to disappear if he let go, “Sleep,” He murmurs sleepily as you close your eyes, feeling a little more at ease with your decision to take this job.

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"Not the Charlie I recognize"

When Oliver Stone returned from Vietnam, the budding filmmaker wanted to capture his harrowing wartime experiences on screen. After years of frustrating false starts with director Sidney Lumet and producer Michael Cimino (and even a very early flirtation with legendary Doors singer Jim Morrison to star), Stone finally stepped behind the camera himself for 1986’s Platoon. His gut-wrenching masterpiece, starring a young Charlie Sheen as Stone’s onscreen alter ego, wound up winning four Oscars, including Best Picture and Best Director.

To celebrate its 25th anniversary, Platoon is being released on Blu-ray today and looks better than ever. We spoke with Stone about his revolutionary film, his fresh-faced leading man, and that strange encounter with the Lizard King.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: When was the last time you saw Platoon?

OLIVER STONE: About five years ago.

So you haven’t seen the Blu-ray?

This is the first Blu-ray, right? I get confused.

Yes.

Does it look good?

It looks great!

Oh terrific. We didn’t have much of a budget, so some of the lighting was always a little shaky in the jungle. I should watch it again. I think it still works emotionally and as a mythology of a war. We didn’t have much money for effects. Today, some of that stuff could have been done with technology, but we just didn’t have it back then. We did it very well for what we had. We blew up a lot of stuff very close to people.

Do you see things in it now that you aren’t happy with?

It’s lit awfully. But it was pretty bold at the time.

Are you the kind of guy who goes back and watches your own movies? If you’re watching TV and one comes on do you keep it or turn the channel?

Oh, it depends on the movie. (Laughs). No, I go back so I can learn from it. And, sometimes I’ll play with it like with Alexander Revisited. I added an hour and made a new movie out of it in two parts.

What do you remember about the Oscars the year Platoon won?

It wasn’t my first time there. I won in 1979 for the Midnight Express screenplay. I was handed the Oscar from Lauren Bacall; that was quite a high. In ’86, it wasn’t easy to sit there for three hours. If you look at the broadcast actually, they cut to the wrong person when I won. It was actually a friend of my mother’s! They really screwed up. I got a kiss from Elizabeth Taylor, who was my love object when I was young. It was a great night. Very special. It was a movie that was very low-budget and made independently. We overcame incredible odds. It came from nowhere. Also, the same year I was nominated for my screenplay for Salvador. So it was an emotional night for me — being accepted as a director in Hollywood after so many years of trying.

For Best Picture, you were up against Hannah and Her Sisters, The Mission, Children of a Lesser God, and A Room With a View. Who did you think would win?

Well, I think Platoon was the odds-on favorite. So I would be disingenuous if I said I didn’t think it would be us.

For the role of Barnes that Tom Berenger played, I read that you considered Mickey Rourke and Kevin Costner. True?

Yes, but they were not who they were at that time. There were others, too, because there were so many layers of time with this film. It was written in ’76 and was almost made then by Sidney Lumet and Pacino. Then there was a period in ’84 when Michael Cimino was going to produce it and Emilio Estevez was going to play the role, actually. Costner passed on it, I believe, because his brother had been in Vietnam.

For the Elias character that Willem Dafoe plays, one of the stars considered was Jeff Bridges?

Quite possibly, I don’t recall. I liked Willem because I’d seen him as a bad guy in To Live and Die in L.A. and I liked the idea of him being a more positive character.

I’ve read that a lot of people were also considered for Charlie Sheen’s role: Keanu Reeves, Kyle MacLachlan, and maybe Johnny Depp as well.

That’s right, Keanu turned it down because of the violence. He didn’t want to do violence.

How did you land on Charlie?

Charlie was a dumb-struck 17-year-old the first time he came in for the film, back when we were going to make it in ’84. And in those two years, he’d grown and seemed perfectly wide-eyed and had a vaguely privileged look.

Looking back, what do you think of his performance? He’s pretty much the stand-in character for you and your experiences in the war, right?

Yeah, you could say that. I think he did a great job. He was perfect for the movie. He conveys the horror of the place. I like his performance.

Are you still in touch with him? What do you make of what’s been going on with him lately?

Well, it’s not the Charlie I recognize from several years ago when we did Wall Street and Platoon. This is another character. He’s grown in many different directions and he’s made so much money … I have no idea.

I heard that you wrote a very early draft of Platoon back in 1970 and sent it to Jim Morrison of The Doors?

That’s correct. In ’69 I wrote it. It was another version of it — a very mythic version. The character dies in Vietnam and goes to the Underworld. A lot of mythology. I couldn’t deal with Vietnam yet in a completely realistic way at that point. And I did send it to Morrison because it had a lot of Doors music in it. And he had it in his apartment in Paris when he died. It was returned to me in 1990 when I made The Doors. Very bizarre.

That’s spooky.

Spooky, yeah. (Laughs)

Johnny Depp has a small part in the movie as one of the soldiers. What did you see in him 25 years ago?

Frankly, it’s going to sound cliche, but I clearly believed he was going to be a star. He was a great looking kid. He was considered for other roles, but I didn’t think he was quite ready at that time to play Charlie’s role. We got to know each other pretty well in the jungle and I really thought he was going places. He was shy. I think it was before Jump Street.

You shot in the Philippines during a very turbulent period there. What was your Coppola-Apocalypse Now moment during the shoot?

Well, we didn’t have all the money they had! It was very low-budget. And for me to finally get there after two close calls in making it in ’76 and ’84, was a real highlight. And then out of nowhere there was this people’s revolution. I mean, I was happy for the people in the Philippines, but it really threatened our shoot. We had made all of these deals with the military. And when the change came, we had to make new deals with the new military. You had to get a lot of permissions and bribe a new set of people. I remember the helicopters were pretty dangerous because they weren’t maintained well. But I ended up going back there three years later for Born on the Fourth of July.

Why did the two earlier versions fall through?

The ’76 version was just not considered upbeat enough. It was too realistic, which is why Sidney Lumet liked it. So who knows? And then I wrote Midnight Express, which was my big breakthrough in Hollywood. And at that point, Platoon was stashed away in a closet because no one wanted to make a realistic movie. And then you had films like Apocalypse Now and The Deer Hunter. And the feeling was our moment had passed. So I was sad about it — really heartbroken. I forgot about the script for a while, thinking it would never get made. And then Michael Cimino [who also directed The Deer Hunter] said I should bring Platoon back and he would produce it. This was in ’84. And I thought it was going to happen, but Dino DeLaurentiis f—ed us over, big time.

How so?

He was only willing to go so far. The script was mine and he hadn’t paid for it, really. He considered it his, but he hadn’t paid. We had to threaten to go to court to get the movie back. It’s a miracle it eventually got made. It’s also a miracle that it was received well because it was supposed to be past due. We’d had Rambo and a bunch of other Vietnam movies. And the thinking was no one wanted another Vietnam movie.

Do you think a great movie will ever be made about the war we’re in now?

Oh yeah, I think so. It’s not going to be a pretty movie. It’s a dirty business. I mean, the hunt for Osama Bin Laden? They’re going to end up glorifying all these guys again.

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I heard that you wrote a very early draft of Platoon back in 1970 and sent it to Jim Morrison of The Doors?

That’s spooky.

Spooky, yeah. (Laughs)

Johnny Depp has a small part in the movie as one of the soldiers. What did you see in him 25 years ago?

You shot in the Philippines during a very turbulent period there. What was your Coppola-Apocalypse Now moment during the shoot?

Why did the two earlier versions fall through?

How so?

Do you think a great movie will ever be made about the war we’re in now?

Oh yeah, I think so. It’s not going to be a pretty movie. It’s a dirty business. I mean, the hunt for Osama Bin Laden? They’re going to end up glorifying all these guys again.

-Entertainment Weekly, May 24 2011 [x]

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