"Range me." "Three to five on the legs." "They're coming." "Scan them." "Find Cabrera." "At the Jeep." "Designer sunglasses." "You sure that's him?" "I'm reading his rank and name tag." "He's moving." "Six-5-0." "Range me." "Range correct, 6-5-0." "When he clears the civilians he's mine." " Anything?" " Nothing." "Two more hours." "Damn, I hate the downtime." "Well, you have a leave coming up, don't you?" "Yeah." "That can't be our extraction." "Ah, those dipshits." "I told them no daylight." " Should I pop smoke?" " No." "Come on." "Let's get out of here before those cheesedicks page us over the P.A. system." "Come on!" "Come on!" "You're fucking crazy!" "He's gone down!" "Wait!" "Come back here!" "Beckett!" "Why didn't you let the door gunner sweep it out first?" "My spotter is dead because you assholes got here early." "I asked for a night extraction." "I ought to leave you out there, you son of a bitch!" "We'll be needing both of those, Gunny." "He only needs one." "Colonel Weymuth, this is Richard Miller." "He'll be our man in Panama." " Mr. Miller." "Heard a lot about you." " Come on, sit down." "Intelligence indicates there is a major coup planned for election day in Panama." "Colombian drug lord, Raul Ochoa is bankrolling it." "His plan is to put in rebel general, Miguel Alvarez, in power." "We have less than one week to prevent that." "With this man Alvarez running the country Ochoa could very easily gain access to the Panama Canal." "We have only one shot at Alvarez and it is absolutely critical that we eliminate the general prior to next week's elections." "Now, this operation won't bear congressional scrutiny." "It must be completely covert." "You won't be getting a medal for this, Richard but there will be other tangible benefits." "The first one's Alvarez." "Most recent photo was taken ten days ago." "The ponytail's Ochoa." "Ochoa is never seen outside of Colombia." "That's Alvarez's hacienda." "That's where you'll find him." "That's your shooter." "Master Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Beckett." "He's the Marine Corps' top man." "He's logged more time in the jungle than any other sniper." "On this particular mission your function is to be his spotter." "Mr. Miller, should anything happen to Beckett your duty would be to eliminate Alvarez personally." "Don't worry about having to shoot anybody, Richard." "Beckett is the best." "I'm sure it wouldn't come to that." "I may not have any kills..." " ...but I have had men in my sights." " Good." "We're giving you rank on this one, GS-9." "The mission is under your command." "It's your responsibility." "Good luck, Richard." "Consider it done." "Gentlemen." "Uh, Miller." "One last thing." "This assignment is critical." "If at any point Beckett becomes a liability or he endangers this mission's covert status you're going to have to take him out." "Señor, viste, viste." "Buy one." "The embassy is pleased." "They'll mark Cabrera "Confirmed kill, classified" on your service jacket." "We're very sorry about your spotter." "It was a rebel sniper that got Papich." "He's still out there." "You know, Washington is really excited about these upcoming elections." "Why is that, sir?" "Our policy is to see this country have a freely elected government." "That could happen in a couple of months." "You know it will be the usual damned thing." "People will be too scared to vote." "Well... whatever you and I may think, Tom Washington feels this is the right time to go after the rebel leadership." "You're sending it my way, sir?" "Yes, I am." "We're getting a little long in the tooth for this kind of thing, Tom but I figure this would make a great capper for a fine career." "Now the National Security Council is sending a guy along to help a shooter." "He's coming with full plans." "A civilian?" "Just hold on." "Wait a minute." "Take a look." "The army shooting team, plucked him right out of ROTC." "He took a silver in the '88 Olympics." "After his discharge, the NSC Assigned him to a Washington, D.C. SWAT team." "It's all in there." "Take a look." "Has he ever been in a jungle?" "Does he speak any Spanish?" "This is not a matter of choice." "Just trust me." "Anybody the NSC sends down here is going to be fully qualified." "Hey, yo!" "What do you got in there, anyway?" " A bassoon." " A bassoon." "With the Marine Corps band, right?" "Exactly." "New psy-ops strategy." "We're going to charm the rebels like snakes." "Whip a charm on this." "Shit, Ripoly!" "Whip a charm." "Hey, take a swig." "It'll burn through that frost you got." "Ripoly!" "Give me your battle dressing." "Give me your battle dressing!" "Jesus Christ." "We got wounded." "Jesus Christ!" "Baker, stand by, stand by." "Shit, we're hit!" "Where is he?" "Anyone got a visual?" "There he is." "Kill him!" " He's on your side." "Get him." "Get him." " You'll get us all killed." "Take it down." "For Christ's sake, take it down." "He's shooting at us." "Goddammit!" "Use your fucking weapon!" "Look out." "We're gonna die!" "Oh, God, we're gonna die!" "Kill him." "Get us out of here." "Come on." "There he is." "Get him!" "Come on, let's go!" "Come on!" "Jesus Christ!" "You got him with a sniper rifle." "Yeah." "Just to make Panama green" " Left, right, yay-o" " Left, right, yay-o..." "How about a game?" "I got a game." " Can I get a beer?" " Coming up." "Hey." "So, you're going down south, towards the border?" "I'm not at liberty to discuss my mission." "Hey, how do you feel about hanging on a charm bracelet?" "Come again?" "You better take a good look at Master Beckett's dog tag collection." "Got any money?" "Yeah, I'll play for money." "I said I already got a game." "I'm talking about holding onto your cash while you're out in the jungle." "Better do it, man." "Those rebels can fund a whole offensive on what they take off you." "I'm ready for a game now." "He doesn't have time for a game." "GS-9 Miller?" "A lot of attitude around here." "Welcome to marine world." "Those people thought you were a sniper." "It's an outcast profession." "Yeah, they always go out in platoon strength." "We go out in pairs." "Sometimes alone." "Their idea of combat is tearing up the countryside with heavy artillery and millions of rounds." "We'll wait days for one shot, one kill." "Well..." "I guess it's a different version of war." "There's a lot of them and just a few of us." "What's that?" "Sometimes these shells get nicks and burrs on them." "This little son of a bitch will take your head off at 1,000 yards." "Have you had a chance to look over our operations plan?" "Yeah, I have, but I want to study it a little more." "Forget the specifics." "How about an overview?" "We'll get to that later." "I have a few things I have to do." "See you at 5.0, 500." "Having had." " Having had what?" " Breakfast." "Miller." "This is Corporal Papich's gillie suit." "Is that our ride?" "No." "That's our ride." "I thought this was a deep jungle insertion." "Don't we do that by chopper?" "Yeah, that's the usual S.O.P." "But those asshole rudderheads at battalion, they've fucked with me one time too many." "We're going to have to walk it in." "My fiancee." "You married?" "What's that?" "Got it out of a catalog when I was with D.C. Swat." " We called it "Gucci-flage." - "Gucci-flage."" " Yeah." " You're going to wear that?" " Yeah." " Let me see it." " Nice shot." " Ain't no room for Peter Pan on this hunt." "You wear Corporal Papich's tree togs that I gave you." "What the hell are those for?" "Respect." "I still think a chopper insertion would've made a hell of a lot more sense." "By the way, that was a hell of a shot you made from a chopper." "That's the sort of thing myths are made of." "Yeah, it was pretty unreal." "Yeah." "Roll down your sleeves, Miller." "We're going in the bush." "What?" "What, I missed a spot?" "Come on, on your feet." "I had a lot of SWAT training, all right?" "Urban anti-terrorist tactics." "I've never actually done a creep." "The army ever put you in the jungle?" "If you call deepest, darkest North Carolina a jungle, yeah." "You want to survive this, right?" "One answer to that." "If you do as I tell you to the letter..." " ..." "I think you got a chance." " Whoa, okay?" "Hold on." "You may have a hell of a lot more experience than I do, but with all due respect, Gunny this mission is NSC." "Meaning I still have rank, whether you see it or not." "Sorry, but I don't have to take orders from you." "Fair enough." "You want to take point?" "You're doing fine." "I got it." " You sure?" " Yeah." "Go ahead." "Goddamn!" " You all right, son?" " Yeah." "Son of a bitch!" "Hey." "Relax." "You did okay." "Oh, thanks." "Is there a wrong way to fall down a fucking mountain?" "Your weapon, Miller." "It's your life." "You knew that, and you saved it." "You're learning, son." " Beckett." " Hmm?" "Our drop point from the railway was east." " Now we're heading west, here." " I know that." " Well, that's not the plan." " The plan was no good." "Uh, what?" "We're changing directions." "Okay." "I was given very specific orders by the staff at the NSC." "Now, first it indicated a chopper insertion which we won't get into." "Then, we were supposed to head east, you know, due east." "You think Washington knows the best way to get through this jungle?" "You think they know which streams are flooded, and impossible to cross?" "Which trails are mined or booby-trapped?" "What I know about this place, son, is 'cause I'm here." "Hup." "Changing directions." "Good." "North." "Holy shit." "What the hell is that?" ""Hotel Europa."" "What kind of wacko builds a hotel in the jungle..." "Beckett..." "Oh." "Sure is a hell of a lucky break for us." "Descargado." "Descargado." "I got ammo and he's laughing?" "Ease up, young agent." "They've been with us since we left the train." "You drop the hammer on him, we'll be dead before we even take 10 steps." " Hola, Cacique." "Que tal?" " Hola." " Quien es este?" " El?" "El es Rambo-tito." "Rambo-tito?" "Los ojos." "Quiero los ojos." "He wants my eyes?" "He means anteojos." "Your shooting glasses." " Give them to him." " Why?" " Because he likes them." " Fuck him." "Look this area's swarming with rebel patrols." "These Indians can help us avoid them." "Give him the glasses." "May you go blind." "Following these Indians is fucking crazy." " Their agenda works with ours." " Their agenda?" "What agenda?" "Did you see how Cacique's hand?" "Did you see the way it was cut up?" "The animal who did that is El Cirujano." ""The Surgeon." He's headed this way and we're gonna take him out." "In return, they're gonna lead us past the rebel patrol." "We'll cut hours off our time." "Our mission isn't about assassinating people for Indians." "El Cirujano is listed as a target of opportunity." " That means, we see him, we take him out." " Listed where?" "It's not in my orders." "El Cirujano is gonna be at this river up ahead and Miller you're designated hitter on this one, so batter up." "Wait, now hold on a second!" "I'm not buying into this." "And I don't buy that you shot a man from a moving helicopter." "That's got nothing to do with anything." "You're going to look Cirujano in the eyes, you're gonna put a bullet through his heart because until I see you kill a man, you're a liability to this mission." "That's not my purpose here!" "Maybe, but when we get to Alvarez's hacienda there's gonna be two targets." "What?" "Yeah, that's right." "Intelligence changes all the time." "Alvarez is setting up a meeting with a man called Raul Ochoa." "He's a Colombian drug lord that's financing the rebels." " We got a chance to get them both." " Where does this information come from?" "Any new intelligence has to come through me." "A local contact, Father Ruiz." "He's a priest in the village of Sangre." "He'll give us specifics on the meeting when we get there." "Wind coming off the water at 3:00." "One click right." "Make that two clicks." "Which one is he?" "I can't tell who he is." "He's the baseball fan." " He's a fucking American." " He's a fucking spook." "Ex-CIA." "I met him once up in El Salvador." "Now he's an enforcer for the cocaine monkeys." "I'll take out the lieutenant." "You concentrate on him." "Now put a fucking bullet through his heart." "Do it." "Feel the rush." "Miller." "Breathe." "Nail that motherfucker now!" "What the hell did you just do, sniper?" "I just wanted to show you that I owned that situation." "Bullshit." "You fired a spoiler." " You saw him go down." "He's dead." " I didn't see shit!" "I didn't see him hit." "For Christ's sake, you gave him a warning shot." "I hit him." "I had him in my sights." "There's no doubt about it." "You better be right." "From now on, one shot, one kill." "No exceptions." "You understand?" "Lo siento, Cacique." "What?" "Now they blame us for this?" "No." "But this sure as hell ain't going to help us." "Beckett?" "Patrol." "You really get off on this shit, don't you, Beckett?" "Uh, it's just a job." "I don't think about it much." "So that's the secret, not thinking." "Right." "Miller what are you doing here?" "This assignment was supposed to be a piece of cake." "You're in, you're out you go back home and reap the rewards." "The Washington brass loves this shit." "Of course, they never said anything about a goddamn jungle creep, that's for sure." "Yeah, well, most guys wouldn't." "Seems so far away." " What?" " My life." "I read your dossier before I came." "You had 74 confirmed kills." "It's not about numbers." "The only one that really mattered was the first one." "That was the toughest one for you, right?" "First one?" "Yeah." "But 74, that's a lot of faces to carry around." "Yeah, well you put them in the back of your mind and you just keep on going." "That's great until they decide not to stay in the back of your mind." "You may find this hard to believe but I'll take a nice office on the hill over this shit any day." "Sitting in an office, giving other men orders to kill ain't no different than putting a bullet in a man's heart." "Let me tell you something." "It's the same goddamn thing." " You hear that?" " An AK." " I know that hammer recoil." " Yeah and I think I know who that single shot is." "He's behind us." "Who is this guy?" "I think he's the guy that killed Papich." "It ain't the first time he's been on my trail." "He's a Panamanian I trained." "His name is Desilva and now he's a fucking mercenary." "This is ridiculous." "I can't sleep here." "It's a good spot." "Stagnant." "River flukes, leaches, malaria." "He'd never think anybody would be stupid enough to hide here." "Except us." "Just take your horse pill and don't take a piss." "The bugs will swim right up through your dick." "Good night." "Tough, huh?" "He's there." "And he's out of range, dammit!" "I'm looking right at the ridge we came over." "I don't see a damn thing." "That's because he's smarter than you." "Come over here." "Glance down to the bottom of the finger." "Sweep up to your left at your 11:00, halfway." "Got him." "Heading west." "He's lost us." "Wrong." "He's just doing what he was trained to do." "He's circling our flank, coming around us." "Gaining some ground." "He'll be waiting for us somewhere." "He'll know exactly where we are." "We have to take him out." " Taking a break?" " Mmm-hmm." "Makes it sensitive." "Marries my finger to the trigger break." "What are you going to do, a pedicure next?" "I guess some men are born to this work and others aren't." "It may be your career choice, pal, but it ain't mine." "This career chooses a man." "Ain't the other way around." "Like I said, I got other plans." "Yeah?" "I had plans." "Still do." "What is it?" "I'm working on something back home." " Where you from?" " Montana." " Bozeman." " Oh, shit." "I went to university there." "Miller, don't jerk me off." "I'm not in the mood." "I'm not." "Freshman and sophomore year." "I would've stayed longer but skiing killed my grades." "Huh." "Well, I'll be damned." "You, uh, you wouldn't happen to know a little town called Livingston would you?" "Sure." "Well, uh there's a stream nearby up in the hills." "It's..." "I don't know, three klicks east of the interstate." "You follow that, and you come to this, uh rock basin, like a quarry pit, but not as deep." "Found that when I was a kid." "Anyway, it's fed by a tributary of the Madisons and it's the best damn steelhead fishing in the world." "I plan to go back there, and I don't know, start a little fishing camp, a guide operation, whatever." "When's the last time you were there?" "Couple years ago." "Damn it, Gunny, a couple of years ago, they that whole area was leveled seven years ago." "They got a high school there." "Your pond is buried." "They got a tennis court on that site." "We're not talking about the same place." "You know we are whether you admit it or not." "Beckett, killing's all you got, isn't it?" "What is it?" "Something is wrong here." "God." "What kind of..." "Who would do something like that?" "I'd say the man you had dead in your sights did this." "You don't know it as El Cirujano." "It was probably one of Alvarez's men." "They probably found out what the priest was doing." "He must've told them everything." "That means they're going to be waiting for us." "Maybe but if he told them everything why didn't they hit us here?" "Hacienda's only three klicks away." "We should make our shots easy at dawn." "What?" "This mission is over." "Our contact is dead!" "All we do now is get the hell out of here!" "I've never turned back on a mission in my life and I ain't starting now." "That's gung-ho bullshit." "Without the specifics, it's a suicide mission." "They're all suicide missions." "I wouldn't be out here unless I was ready to die." "Now, we've got our location, we've got our targets and we've got a time frame." "You're out of your fucking mind." "I'm not going." "I've had enough of your mewling." " Shut your fucking mouth!" " I'm not going with you, Beckett." "The hell you aren't." "You don't have any choice about it." " It will never work!" " We're going where they'll never expect us." "Jarhead." "Fucking flattop lifer." "We camp here." "We'll make our final approach to the hacienda at dawn." "Wait a minute, okay?" "Now, at the village you said that we were three klicks away from the hacienda." "Okay, now, that's three klicks." "Now, we walking for miles." "We don't walk in straight lines." "Now, get some sleep." "I'll take first watch." "Move out at 0400." "You can sleep here." "Son of a bitch!" "You used me as bait?" "You were never really in any danger." "We're about 100 yards up." "This is our rendezvous point." "If I don't show you cross-country it to the nearest river..." " ...follow it down stream to the coast." " Whatever." "Hacienda, 12:00." "Most logical position would be to take our shots from that treeline over there but they're gonna be expecting that so somehow we got to get in the clear to make our shots." "When Ochoa arrives I figure we got ten seconds after they greet and then we drop them and we got to fire our shots simultaneously or they're gonna vector in on our positions." "Here's Ochoa." "He's yours." "There's a clear shot from that metal utilities shed and you got fair coverage there." "That's your position." "I'll be on the other side of the village." "We'll both be thousand yards out." "You listening, Miller?" "Get below." "Miller?" "There better not be any doubt about your shot this time." "One shot, one kill." "This ain't a fucking game out here." "You blow it, and I'll..." "You'll what?" "You'll kill me?" "Go on, say it, Beckett." "You just get it right." "You son of a bitch." "You lying bastard." "Fucking truck's blocking my shot." "What are you doing?" "Estamos aquí." "Where is he?" "Ah, shit, Miller." "You're out in the open." "Shit, Miller, someone's seen you." "Flores, vengan, vengan." "What are you doing?" "Alvarez." "Ochoa." "Ten, nine eight, seven..." "Lady, move." "One..." "One." "Beckett." "One." "Oh, shit." "Did you get Ochoa?" "Yes, I got Ochoa!" "What happened to you?" "What the hell were you doing in that barn?" "It doesn't matter." "We got to try and get back and hit Alvarez after dark." "What, another shot?" "What are you, fucking crazy?" " I got my kill!" "I'm out of this mission!" " There's still two targets left..." " That's because you fucked up!" " You son of a bitch!" "He had the drop on you!" "He had you in his cross hairs, and I took him out!" "Fuck you!" "I'm not ending up on your fucking key chain!" "Give it up, Miller!" "You're losing it!" "Pull it together!" "Beautiful." "No te muevas." "Miller." " It's over." " I'm out of bullets." "Do it." "So come on and shoot me, already." "Do you feel the rush?" "Well, I felt it." "I felt it when I had you in my crosshairs." "After you pull the trigger when the rush is over it hurts." "Doesn't it?" "The hurt you're feeling now ain't the worst pain." "The worst thing is not feeling the hurt anymore." "You'll get past this." "You'll get by." "Hey." "You can still go home." "Miller." "We got to get out of here." "I'll cover you." "No." "Son." "I'm getting you out of here." "Now go." "Hey." "I'll be right behind you." "Move it." "Tell me who you are." "Lee Harvey Oswald." "We've been looking for you." "Hijo de puta." "You've hurt our cause." "Well, fuck you and fuck your cause." "Es el Beckett." "Well all things come to he who waits." "Right, Beckett?" "Long time no see." "See if there's any others." "Oh, Beckett and I are going to have a long talk." "We'll hear about everything." "Amarren las manos." "Everyone back to the hacienda." "Vuelvan a la hacienda." "Feel the trigger, sniper." "It will be the last time." "So, where did you leave your partner?" "Now you targeted Ochoa." "A Colombian civilian." "Is the U.S. Military now moving against the Colombian cartel?" "Thomas Beckett, Master Gunnery Sergeant United States Marine Corps!" "I like your dedication, Beckett." "It's a challenge." "Wake up." "Don't die on me yet, Beckett." "I'm just starting to have fun." "Miller." "Wait." "Wait?" "Please." "One shot, two kills." "One shot two kills?" "A man in your organization." " What?" " A man..." "What?" "Move." "I'm gonna go one klick, can you make it?" "Yeah." "Let's go." "One minute to rendezvous." "They better be there." "Take her down." " Beckett, go!" " Give me that rifle." "I'll cover you." "Go on!" "That's an order." "Miller!" "Beckett!" "Let's go!" "Beckett." "There's always Montana."