"Range me." "Three to five on the legs." "They're coming." "Scan him." "Find Cabrera." "At the jeep." "Designer sunglasses." "You sure that's him?" "I'm reading his rank and name tag." "He's moving." "Six-five-zero." "Range me." "Range correct: 6-5-0." "When he clears the civilians, he's mine." " Anything?" " No, nothing." "Two more hours." "Damn!" "I hate the down time." "Well, you have a leave coming up, don't you?" "Yeah." "That can't be our extraction!" "Oh, those dipshits!" "I told them no daylight!" "Should I pop smoke?" "Let's get out of here before those dicks page us over the P.A. system!" "Come on!" "Get back!" "You're crazy!" "He's gone down!" "Wait!" "Why didn't you let the door gunner sweep it out first?" "My spotter's 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." " How do you do?" " Heard a lot about you." " Come on." "Sit down." "Intelligence indicates that there's a major coup planned... for election day in Panama." "Colombian drug lord Raoul 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 his 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 election." "Now, this operation won't bear congressional scrutiny." "It must be completely covert." "You won't be getting a medal for this." "But there will be other tangible benefits." "First one's Alvarez." "Most recent photo was taken ten days ago." "The ponytail's Ochoa." "Ochoa's never seen outside of Colombia." "That's Alvarez's hacienda." "That's where you'll find him." "That's your shooter." "That's Master Gunnery Sargent 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 him." "Beckett is the best, and 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." "Consider it done." "Gentlemen." "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 gonna have to take him out." "The embassy's pleased." "They'll mark Cabrera confirmed kill, classified, on your service jacket." "We're very sorry about your spotter." "If was a rebel sniper that got Papich." "He's still out there." "Washington is really excited about these upcoming elections." "Oh?" "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'll be the usual damn thing." "People will be too scared to vote." "Well, whatever you and I may think, Tom..." "Washington feels that 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 figured that this would make a great capper for a fine career." "The National Security Council is sending a guy along to help- a shooter." " He's coming with full plans." " A civilian?" "Just hold on." "Take a look." "The army shooting team plucked this guy right out of ROTC." "He took a silver in the '88 Olympics." "After his discharge the N.S.C. 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 N.S.C. sends down here is gonna be fully qualified." "Hey, yo!" "What do you got in there anyway?" "A bassoon." "With the Marine Corps band, right?" "Exactly." "New Psy-ops strategy." "We're gonna 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." "Give me your battle dressing!" "Jesus Christ!" "We got wounded!" "Jesus Christ!" "Baker, stand by!" "We're hit!" "Where is he?" "Anyone got a visual?" "There he is!" "Get him!" " He's on your side!" "Get him!" " You're gonna get us all killed!" "For Christ's sake!" "Take it down!" " He's shooting at us!" " Use your fucking weapons!" "What the" "We're gonna die!" "Oh, God!" "We're gonna die!" "Kill him!" "Get us out of here!" "Come on!" "Shoot him!" "Hit him!" "Come on!" "Go!" "Come on!" "Jesus Christ!" "You got him with a sniper rifle!" "Yeah." " How about a game?" " I got a game." " Can I get a beer?" " Coming up." "So you're going down south towards the border." "I'm not at liberty to discuss my mission." "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 on to your cash... while you're out in the jungle." "Better do it." "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." "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 burs on them." "This little son of a bitch will take your head of at 1,000 yards." "Have you had a chance to look over our operations plan?" "Yeah, I have, but I wanna study it a little more." "All right." "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- 0500." "Having had." "Having had what?" "Breakfast." "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 rotor heads at battalion- they fucked with me one time too many." "We're gonna have to walk it in." "My fiancée." "You married?" "What's that?" "Got it out of the catalogue when I was with D.C. SWAT." "We called it "Gucciflage"" " You gonna wear that?" " Yeah." "Let me see it." " Nice shot!" " 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." "Still think a chopper insertion would have 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 miss 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 wanna survive this, right?" "You want an answer to that?" "Then if you do as I tell you, to the letter" " I think you got a chance." " Whoa!" "Hold on!" "You may have more experience than I do, but with all due respect, gunny... this mission is N.S.C." "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." "Oh, fuck!" "Goddamn it!" " You all right, son?" " Yeah." " Son of a bitch!" " Hey!" "Relax." "You did okay." "Thanks." "You mean, there's 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." "Our drop point from the railway was east." " Now, we're heading west here." " I know that." "That's not the plan." " The plan was no good." " Now, what?" "We're changing directions." "Okay." "I was given very specific orders... by the staff at the N.S.C." "First it indicated a chopper insertion, which we won't get into." "But 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, which trails are booby-trapped?" "What I know about this place, son... is because I'm here." "Changing directions." "Good." "North." "Holy shit." "What the hell is that?" ""Hotel Europa."" "What kind of wacko builds a hotel in the jungle?" "Sure is a hell of a lucky break for us." "I got ammo and he's laughing?" "Ease up, young agent." "They've been with us since we left the train." "If you drop the hammer on him, we'll be dead before we can take ten steps." "He wants my eyes?" "He means ante ojos." "Your shooting glasses." "Give them to him." " Why?" " Because he likes them." "Fuck him!" "Fuck me." "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." " What agenda?" "Do you see Cacique's hand- the way it's 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'll lead us passed the rebel patrols." "We'll cut off hours on our time to Sangre." "Our mission isn't about assassinating people for Indians!" "El Cirujano's listed as a target of opportunity." "That means, we see him, we take him out." "Listed where?" "It's not in my orders, man." "El Cirujano's gonna be at this river up ahead, and Miller" "You're the designated hitter on this." "So batter up." "Hold on a second now!" "I'm not buying into this." "And I don't buy that you shot a man from a moving helicopter." "It's got nothing to do with anything!" "You're gonna look Cirujano in the eyes and 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!" " Now, what?" " That's right." "Intelligence changes all the time." "Alvarez is setting up a meeting with a man called Raoul 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." "They'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!" "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 sake!" "You gave him a warning shot!" "I hit him!" "I had him in my sights, no doubt about it." "You'd better be right." "From now on... one shot, one kill." "No exceptions." "Do you understand?" "What?" "Now they blame us for this?" "But they sure as hell ain't gonna help us." "Patrols." "You really get off on this shit, don't you?" "It's just a job." "I don't think about it much." "So that's the secret:" "not thinking." "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." "You reap the rewards." "Washington brass loves this shit." "They never said anything about a goddamn jungle creep, that's for sure." "Yeah, well." "Those guys wouldn't." "It 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." "Seventy-four, 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." "Until they decide not to stay in the back of your mind." "You may find this hard to believe... but I'd 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's DeSilva." "Now he's a fucking mercenary." "This is ridiculous." "I can't sleep here." "It's a good spot." "Stagnant." "Liver flukes, leaches, malaria." "He'd never think anybody'd be stupid enough to hide here." "Except us." "Just take your horse pill." "And don't take a piss." "Bugs will swarm right up through your dick." "Good night." "Tough, huh?" "He's there, and he's out of range, damn it!" "I'm looking right at the ridge that 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 11:00." " Halfway." " Got him." "Heading west." "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?" "Makes it sensitive." "Marries my finger to the trigger-break." "What are you gonna do, a pedicure next?" "I guess some men are born to this work and others aren't." "It may be your career choice but it ain't mine." "This career chooses the man." "Ain't the other way around." "Well, like I said" " I have other plans." " Yeah?" "I had plans." "Still do." " What is it?" " I'm working on something back home." "Where are you from?" "Montana." "Boseman." "No 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 have stayed longer but skiing killed my grades." "I'll be damned." "You wouldn't happen to know a little town called Livingston?" "Sure." "Well... there's a stream nearby, up in the hills." "It's, I don't know." "What- three clicks east of the interstate." "If you follow that, you come to this rock basin." "Like a quarry pit, but not as deep." "I found that when I was a kid." "Anyway, it's fed by a tributary of the Madison." "And it's the best damned steelhead fishing in the world." "I plan to go back there and" "I don't know." "Start a little fishing camp." "Guide operation." "Whatever." "When's the last time you were there?" "Couple years ago." "Damn it- "couple years ago."" "That whole area was leveled seven years ago!" "They got a high school there now!" "Your pond is buried." "It's a tennis court!" "We're not talking about the same place." "You know we are, whether you admit it or not." "Killing's all you got, isn't it?" "What is it?" "Something's 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 was el Cirujano." "Probably Alvarez's men." "They probably found out what the priest was doing." "He must have told them everything." "They're going to be waiting for us." "Maybe." "But if he told them everything, why didn't they hit us here?" "The hacienda's only three clicks 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 gonna start now." "Such gung-ho bullshit!" "Without the specifics, it's a suicide mission!" "They all are!" "I wouldn't be out here unless I was ready to die!" "We've got our location." "We've got our targets." " And we 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!" " The hell your aren't!" "You have no choice!" " It'll never work." " We're going where they won't expect us." "Jar head." "Fucking flag-top 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 we were three clicks away from the hacienda." "That is three clicks." "We've been walking for miles." "We don't walk in straight lines." "Get some sleep." "I'll take the first watch." "Move out at 0400." "You sleep here." "Son of a bitch!" "You used me as bait?" "You were never really in any danger." "We're about 100 yards out." "This is our rendezvous point." "If I don't show, you cross country to the nearest river... follow it downstream to the coast." "Whatever." "Hacienda, 12:00." "The most logical position would be... to take our shots from that tree line over there." "But they're going to be expecting that." "So somehow, we gotta 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." "Then we gotta 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 utility shed." "You got coverage." "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." "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 tear" " You'll what?" "You'll kill me?" "Come on." "Say it, Beckett." "You just get it right." "Son of a bitch!" "You lying bastard!" "Fucking truck's blocking my shot." "What are you doing?" "Where is he?" "Oh, shit, Miller!" "You're out in the open!" "Fuck." "Shit!" "Miller, someone's seen you." "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 were you doing in that barn?" "It doesn't matter." "We gotta try and get back and try and hit Alvarez after dark." "What, another shot?" "Are you crazy?" "I got my kill." "I'm out of this mission!" " There's still two targets left" " You're the one who fucked up." "You son of a bitch." "He had the drop on you." "He had you in his crosshairs, and I took him out." "Fuck you!" "I'm not ending up on your fucking key chain, Beckett." "Give it up, Miller!" "You're losing it!" "Pull it together." "Beautiful." "Miller, it's over." "I'm out of bullets." "Do it." "So come on and shoot me already." "You feel the rush?" "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." "Get out of here." "I'll cover you." "Son, I'm getting you out of here." "Now go." "I'II be right behind you." "Move it!" "Tell me who you are." "Lee Harvey Oswald." "We've been looking for you." "You've hurt our cause." "Fuck you and fuck your cause." "Well, all things come to he who waits." "Right, Beckett?" "Long time no see." "See if there's any others." "Beckett and I are gonna have a long talk." "We'll hear about everything." "Everyone back to the hacienda." "Feel the trigger, sniper." "It'll be the last time." "Where'd 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." "Wait." "Wait?" "Please." "One shot, two kills." "One shot... two kills." "A man... in the organization" " What?" " A man" "What?" "Move." "We gotta go one click." "Can you make it?" " Yeah." " All right." "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." "Let's go!" "There's always Montana."