Sniper 3 (2004) - full transcript
Sniper Thomas Beckett (Tom Berenger) is hired by NSA officials, William Avery (Denis Arndt) and Richard Addis (William Duffy) to perform a covert operation to eliminate a suspected terrorist. The terrorist turns out to be a friend of Beckett's and the real purpose of the mission turns out to be something other than what Beckett was told.
Target acquired.
Roger that. Target confirmed.
Fire at will.
Make your target, corporal.
You got a time
problem, gentlemen.
Lock your TRS and
get this over with.
TRS verifying target.
Just eyeball the fucker
and pull the trigger.
I heard that, Beckett.
We got incoming bogeys.
Range, 650 yards.
We have a 5-mile-an-hour wind,
midrange, coming from your Lima.
Attempting to confirm target.
Sir, Evers's pulse, respiration
and GSR are maxing out.
What about Beckett?
No, steady as a rock.
It's like he's taking a nap.
You're running out
of time, gentlemen.
Take the shot, Evers.
I could hit a hostage,
Master Gunny...
Take the fucking shot.
Stand down.
Stand down, gentlemen.
You okay, Master Gunny?
Perfect. Abso-fucking-lutely
perfect.
Target destroyed.
He made that damn shot.
I can't believe it. He
made that goddamn shot!
Game over.
Your position was about
to be compromised.
Your directive was to
abort that mission.
We're Marine Scout
Snipers, Captain.
We don't abort missions
unless we stop breathing.
You weren't supposed to make that shot.
No one's supposed to.
Well, I completed my mission.
Back in my days...
Fuck your days!
That was the luckiest
fuckin' shot
in the history of
lucky fuckin' shots!
Sorry I broke your toy, Captain.
But if a sniper had to depend
on that, he'd end up dead.
It's not a video game out there.
It's all about one
shot and one kill.
You're a risk, you know that?
You're a goddamn liability
that I, for one, am
not going to risk...
Getting bored, are we?
I'm not cutting into your
precious drinking time, am I?
Begging the Captain's
pardon, sir,
but yes, sir, I am. And
yes, sir, you are, sir.
I don't like you, Master
Gunnery Sergeant.
And I don't care about that fucking
deal you made with the Corps!
You fail that medical next week,
I'll bury your ass back
in the real world.
And that's a promise.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
I got him. Get your sniper.
Congratulations, Neil.
Hey, buddy.
Congratulations.
Hey, nice going, Neil, buddy.
Good job.
Mom, mom, it's time.
No, he said he'd be here.
It's okay.
I talked to him yesterday...
Come on, Neil, the TV people want
a shot of us cutting the cake.
We can't wait any longer.
Okay.
Sorry, mom.
This looks more like a
campaign photo opportunity
than a wedding.
We've decided to forgo
the speeches today
because of an
unavoidable absence.
If that's Beckett
you're talking about,
he probably got lost
on the way to the bar.
Well, he's right.
No way I could do this without
a couple of tall ones.
Sydney.
You knew I'd make it.
Do me the honors?
Okay.
Actually, these kind of affairs
scare the hell out of me.
Neil.
Many years ago, your old man
made me promise him something.
That, were he not able to
attend your wedding day,
I would read this letter to you.
"If that grunt Beckett
is reading this,
"then I didn't make it.
"I'm hoping this
part of the letter"
"is being read at your wedding."
"I just wanted to let you
know that I love you,"
"and that I wish you and your
bride nothing but happiness."
"Love her and cherish
her always."
"And may you both live
as long as you want,"
"and never want as
long as you live."
Neil, I've been holding
onto this for a long time.
Now I think it's yours.
Congratulations.
Thanks, Tom.
Jocelyn and Neil Finnegan.
Every time I look at Neil, I see
the man Paul never got to be.
Well, I'm sure his father
would be very proud of him.
Mmm-hmm.
You know, this is a circus.
She's got her eyes set
on the White House,
and won't stop till
she gets him there.
He's the son of a war hero,
graduates first in his
class at Annapolis,
Harvard School of Government.
Mmm-hmm.
Climbing his way up
the political ladder
with honest living
and hard work.
Hell, he's got my vote.
Mine, too.
Your hand's shaking.
When did that start?
Ah, it's a few months ago.
It's nothing.
Might be, might not.
You should stop by the office
and let me look at it, hmm?
Tom, come on.
Okay.
We're Marine Scout Snipers.
The only time we abort a mission
is when we stop breathing, sir.
It's a very big mistake.
Besides the obvious, his conduct
record since returning from Europe
has been questionable.
Psychs are a bit disturbing.
And he's just
old.
He's the same age I am.
We may get one shot
and one shot only.
I want Beckett taking it.
You suffered nerve damage
when you lost the finger.
The condition's been steadily
deteriorating ever since.
The digitorum tendon,
when functioning normally,
flexes and extends the finger.
But here on the damaged hand,
you could have an involuntary
reflex at any time.
And it's more likely to occur
in a high-stress situation.
What I see here, Thomas,
also looks like the
early stages of palsy.
You can't be a Marine
forever, you know.
Yeah, I know.
I was just hoping
to make it to 65.
You know, you should think about
getting on with your life.
And do what?
Well, you should meet someone
special, you know, settle down.
Oh.
Yeah.
Why didn't you?
Well, I did.
But I guess, uh, the few years
I had with Paul were enough.
And besides, you never asked me.
Hey.
Mmm-hmm.
We had some good
times, the 3 of us.
Down at Camp Lejeune, remember?
Yeah.
Ah, Syd...
Don't.
He didn't come back.
A lot of young men
didn't come back.
Why don't you get out of that horrible
motel and come and stay with me?
Oh.
Well.
Tell you the truth, I've been living
out of a sea bag all my life.
I've only got a few more weeks
of the training sessions,
then the Corps will just ship me out
to some other duty station somewhere.
Then you should call me
sometime and ask me to dinner,
I haven't had a
date in 30 years.
Syd, I'd really appreciate it if
you didn't tell anyone about this.
Okay.
Thanks.
See you.
Jarheads.
Kill him! Kill him!
Kill him!
Madness.
Madness.
Beckett, let's go, let's go!
Let's get out of here!
Let's go, let's go!
Goddamn, they're getting close!
Love it!
Just cover my ass, Beckett.
Shit!
Finnegan! Finnegan!
Lay him down. Lay him down.
You'll be okay, Tommy.
You're going to be okay.
Welcome to the tunnels, Tommy.
Can't see a goddamn thing.
You'll get used to it.
It's where the real shit happens, man.
Here, take this.
What is it?
Good luck. Took it off a
gook a couple of days ago.
NVA motherfuckers!
You didn't answer, Master Guns.
Your door was unlocked.
If I wanted clowns
to wake me up,
I would've joined the circus.
With all due respect,
Master Guns,
you should've been a comedian.
What the hell do you want?
We have orders to take you in to go see
the brass, Master Gunnery Sergeant.
Yeah, well, I don't
want to see the brass.
Let's get him in the shower.
Sir, you could have your pick
of a dozen of the
Corps' best snipers.
Corporal Evers is a
particularly good shot.
I'm not interested in him.
I'm interested in
Thomas Beckett.
This is NSA Deputy
Director William Avery.
We know each other, Captain.
We served together.
A lifetime ago, sir.
Best goddamn sniper I had the
privilege of working with.
Well, thank you, sir.
What can I do for you?
Tom, I want you on
a plane tomorrow.
To where, sir?
Vietnam.
Captain.
I want you to take
out a target there.
A mountain warlord from Phum Bat.
He and his rogue army
are running opium,
stolen goods, weapons,
almost anything they can
get their hands on.
Sounds like a pain in the ass
for the Vietnamese, sir.
Why are we getting involved?
He's graduated to bigger
and better things.
We have intelligence
that leads us to believe
he's been talking business
with the Jamaah Islamiyah.
Oh, what kind of business?
Terrorism.
He's ventured into
the big leagues.
Well, with all due respect, sir,
there's not very much here.
Do we even know
what he looks like?
Captain Laraby, would
you mind excusing us?
Of course not, sir.
Addis.
Finnegan.
Thanks, Tom.
His body was shipped home.
What was left of the body.
A body.
It's a long story, Tom.
Let me try to
explain some of it.
During the last days
before the fall of Saigon,
Paul Finnegan was recruited.
Recruited by who?
The CIA.
His first op was to
help the Khmer Rouge
run heroin out of the highlands.
His cut financed the
covert operations.
As the years passed,
our interests changed.
Finnegan was offered a new op,
but the jungle had changed him.
That patriotic fervor had
changed into something else,
something that makes
him dangerous.
He's a threat.
To you, me, his family,
and his country.
Welcome to the tunnels, Tommy.
What the hell's he doing here?
Is there any other
way to handle this?
A deal or an arrangement?
There's no other way.
We've learned the
Ho Chi Minh Police
have set up a sting
to capture him.
That cannot happen.
If he is identified,
you can imagine
the problems that we might face.
The explanations. Not to mention
the effect on his family,
his son...
You're asking me to kill
the man who saved my life.
I know how incredibly bizarre
this must seem to you, Tom,
but believe me, this is not
the man that you once knew.
Over the years, he has become
a cold-blooded killer.
And I'm ashamed to say,
we bear some
responsibility for that
and, uh, an obligation
to rectify the mistake.
As a sniper, you have the
option to refuse the mission.
But I need an answer, Tom.
By 0800.
I'll understand if
you can't do this.
I'll find somebody else.
No.
I'll do it. Alone.
I want no observer with me.
I don't want anybody
else's hand in it.
How can you be so sure he'll
do it when the time comes?
One way or another,
he will get the job done.
It's all he's got left.
His life isn't worth a damn
unless he's risking it,
or taking someone else's.
First time in Ho Chi Minh?
Last time I was here,
it was called Saigon.
Uh, Beckett, Thomas.
Welcome to Ho Chi Minh, Mr.
Beckett.
First time in Vietnam?
No.
Do you want anything, sir?
If you know what I
mean, you know?
Yeah, I know what you mean,
and thanks but no thanks.
Sure? Because Ky Mam
can get you anything.
Anything that you want.
Any good massage?
Uh, happy ending.
Thank you, sir.
Your bag has arrived, sir.
You must have the wrong room.
I already have my bags.
Not this one, Master Gunnery
Sergeant Thomas Beckett.
My name is Quan. Detective,
Ho Chi Minh City Police.
Also your operations contact.
Like I give a shit
about some badge.
What's the operation code name?
Cobra.
Come on in.
Interesting choice of shirt.
You look like a
Canadian tourist.
You'll find what you need here.
They say you can make
million-to-one shot.
You are the go-to guy. Yes?
They say a lot of things.
You rest after your trip, then
we have some dinner. We talk.
I show you the spot.
Be ready at 11:30.
This bring back memories, Mr.
Beckett?
They told me a little about you.
2 full tours.
You were here for
the worst of it.
None of it was good.
You must have been very young.
Okay.
Who else knows I'm
here besides you?
If you're talking about the
Ho Chi Minh Police, no one.
If they knew, I'd be a dead man.
All right, then how
do we work this?
How do I find my target?
2 weeks ago, I arrested his biggest
dealer in Ho Chi Minh City,
and convinced him to, uh, how do you
say, to finger the Cobra for us.
Why do you call him that?
They treat him like he's a king.
King Cobra.
They're just kids, really.
Some barely in their teens.
You cut off the head, the
snake will die, believe me.
The dealer told us
about a meeting
between Cobra and a new client.
We will be there to arrest him.
You take him out
before that happens.
Here in Saigon?
Saigon?
Old habits die hard, huh?
At one of the establishments
the cobra owns. Club Cong.
Check this out.
This is very new.
I'm going to make the
dealer put it on the Cobra.
It'll send a signal
to your TRS computer.
That way it'll be easy to
find him in the crowd.
By the way, how
are your weapons?
The AW Magnum's just fine.
Where did you get that?
Fucking Japanese.
Pretty cool, huh?
How close do I get to my target?
300 meters, maybe.
Outside, inside.
Come on, eat up. I think
it's best I show you.
How long have you
been a policeman?
6 years.
When did the NSA recruit you?
Couple of years ago.
You see how it is?
No better than before.
Things need to change.
Maybe you guys don't
fuck up like last time.
Was your old man in the war?
Yes.
NVA?
My father was an American GI,
9th Battalion, 25th Infantry.
Nobody here knows this.
He die here?
Went home to his real
family somewhere in Ohio.
There. You see that roof?
That's Club Cong.
Your target will be there
tonight around 10:00.
He usually sits at a
table on the upper deck.
Will it be crowded?
It usually is.
What about the street?
He's got to come and go.
The entrance is on
the other side.
There's no sniper angle.
After you take the shot, you
abandon your weapon here,
and buy a ticket
on Tan Son train.
It'll take you to the airport.
What about the cleanup?
A new identification
has been arranged.
The body will not be claimed.
Police will be satisfied
the Cobra is dead
and no one will know
who he really was.
Mr. Beckett.
I will not see you after this.
That's my cell phone number.
Call only if you need something
or if something is wrong.
And remember,
one shot is probably
all you get.
One shot is all I need.
Everything is in place.
The op is on-line.
Everything is in place.
The op is on-line.
How's Beckett doing?
Our contact says he's fine.
No hesitations?
Doesn't seem so.
Target?
On the move as we speak.
His buyer has arrived.
So far, so good.
If everything goes
well, it'll be over in
less than 10 hours.
From your lips to God's ear.
Because if it doesn't,
we're all in deep shit.
Hello.
It's me.
Thomas?
Yeah.
It's 4:00 in the morning.
Is something wrong?
Oh, Sydney, I'm...
I'm sorry, I...
You sound so distant.
Where are you?
Oh...
About 30 years away.
Thomas?
I'm sorry, Syd. I'm... I'm
sorry for waking you. I...
Are you okay?
I'm okay. I just...
I've been thinking about
how you and Neil are...
You're
the closest thing I've
ever had to a family.
And I... I know
sometimes I...
Sometimes I forget how
much that's meant to me.
And I just wanted to
make sure you knew.
We know, Thomas.
We know.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah. I'm okay.
Look, I gotta go.
Um,
I'll tell you what.
I'll... I'll, uh,
I'll give you a
call in a few days,
you know, after I get back.
You promise?
I promise. Yeah.
You know I love you.
I love you.
Me, too.
What the fuck are
you lookin' at?
You're asking me to kill
the man who saved my life.
What the hell's he doing here?
A lot of young men
didn't come back.
Goddamn piece of shit.
Do it.
Shit.
Now!
Forgive me.
Damn.
Got you, fucker.
You're not that good
a fucking shot,
but you might get lucky.
What the hell happened?
Beckett missed the target.
But he took out our
goddamn backup?
We're fucked, truly fucked.
Where is he now?
The Vietnamese police have him.
It should be easy for our
men to get to him, right?
Our contact is not
trained for that.
Then get someone who is.
Talk to me.
I told you, my name is Beckett.
Thomas J. Beckett.
And what are you doing here, Thomas J.
Beckett?
Soakin' up Asian culture.
The man you killed on the roof,
he was Cambodian national.
Maybe you two got
something to do
with what happened at
Club Cong tonight.
Club Cong?
Look, I want to speak
to the American Consul.
Sure. You bet.
The National Police have
taken over the case.
You should have thought of that
when you changed the
plan and forgot
to tell me about
the secondary hit.
I'll see what I can do.
Weird fucking world,
ain't it, Tommy?
Finnegan?
Fucking weird.
After all these years,
they send my old hump buddy
Beckett to do the job.
That was Avery's
idea, wasn't it?
What happened?
You could always make the
million-to-one shot.
Losing your touch,
or change of heart?
Fucking Avery lied
to you, Tommy.
That's something the two
of us have in common.
Which lie?
The one about you dealing drugs?
Or running weapons?
Or the Jamaah Islamiyah?
They know about that, huh?
Why, Finn?
What other choice
does a dead man have?
I gave my life to serve
God and country.
You're a dealer in death.
Whose God and country
do you serve?
The last thing I need
is a sermon about death
from an assassin.
I did the job they asked
and they sold me out.
Then why didn't you come
home when it ended?
This is my home. It
was always my home.
I knew it the second we
hit that LZ in Tay Ninh.
After that first night, I knew
I wasn't going back, Tommy.
I was alive here!
Even in all the
death, I was alive!
Nothing ever made me feel
like that back there.
Nothing and no one.
Some people are born for war.
This isn't war, Finn.
This is madness.
What about Syd and Neil?
You know, your son
just got married.
I delivered your
note as promised.
They don't exist.
They haven't existed
for over 30 years.
It was better that way.
For everyone.
Someone tried to kill me
after I took the shot.
You're in it now.
You should have quit
when you were ahead.
In what?
I can bury them, Tommy,
that's what they're afraid of.
You're not the first
one to come gunning.
They've been trying for years.
That's why I stay in the ditch.
Sorry you got
yourself into this.
But then, you always
were an idealist.
That's what they
counted on, Tommy.
Neil's the one I feel sorry for.
He thinks he's the
son of a war hero.
Every day, I watch this
world descend into hell.
I'm just trying to find myself
a nice comfortable
seat with a good view.
Somebody blew up the
goddamn police station
at Ho Chi Minh. What?
Hello.
Now, listen to me,
you little fuck,
and don't you say a word.
Meet me at the people's
unification building in 2 hours.
You come alone
or I'll tell the Ho Chi Minh
police who you really work for.
I didn't know what they were gonna do.
They never...
Hello?
It was a game both sides played.
Look, I didn't know.
They never told me the hit on
you was part of the operation.
I swear.
What happened to Finnegan?
They don't know yet.
They're still
identifying bodies.
I've spent years trying
to forget this shit.
You really think it was
going to be that easy?
You're going to get
me out of here.
And go where?
You're gonna get me another
rifle and a sidearm.
And go where?
If he's alive,
he's in the ditch.
Hang on a sec, Senator.
We had some people
in Phnom Penh.
They should be in Ho Chi
Minh in less than an hour.
The bad news is that
our boy's gone AWOL.
What do you mean, AWOL?
He hasn't checked in.
What about Finnegan and Beckett?
They're still ID-ing bodies,
but neither of them are
on the list so far.
I don't fucking believe this.
I'm going to have
to call you back.
No, it's under control.
If Beckett is still alive, and
he's gotten to our boy...
I know.
You and Finnegan were friends?
I mean, real good friends?
Yeah. He saved my ass once.
This must be hard then.
Yeah.
He's a bad guy.
I know.
How do you know he's
up in Tay Ninh?
Not in. Under.
When I knew Finnegan,
he was a tunnel rat.
Everybody knows about
them, and what they did.
Yeah, well, they did
what they had to do.
Some say they like it.
You're not supposed to like it.
What the fuck do you
know about war?
How can you be sure he's there?
Because when I was in
the jail, he slipped.
He mentioned something about
"being in the ditch."
And that's what the rats
called the tunnels.
Don't you think we
should contact someone?
Someone you can trust?
Right now, I don't
trust anybody.
What the hell is that?
Police or NSA?
NSA.
They're in pursuit
of the signal.
Our boy's headed
towards Tay Ninh.
Beckett's with him.
He's goin' after Finnegan.
What the hell's he doing here?
Say hello to Stevie York.
We're the 6:00 news, Tommy.
Some men came through
here midday.
They headed into the jungle.
One was white.
He's headed home.
You really expect to go in there
by yourself and come out alive?
No.
You're goin' with me.
Why would I want to do that?
Well, you wanted to know
why they tried to kill me.
The answer's in there
with Finnegan.
You see, there's something
he didn't tell me.
The real reason they sent me.
And it was supposed
to end with him
and me.
Where the hell did
you dig this up?
It's my father's.
It's all he left behind.
I learned to shoot with it.
Is it okay?
Best damn sniper rifle
ever made, if you ask me.
You didn't tell me your
old man was a sniper.
You didn't ask.
Our Cambodian units
found the cell phone
on the side of the
road to Tay Ninh.
They must have figured
out it was traceable.
Not they. Beckett.
What do we do now?
Tell them to keep looking.
And you pray to God that they find
Beckett before he finds Finnegan.
Hey, Beckett, It's getting...
Hold it down.
We're never going
to find this place.
Beckett.
You okay?
There's more of them.
He's dry. Get him! Get him!
He's the last one.
He'll probably be heading
for the tunnels.
There.
Ah, he's just a kid.
He was going to warn them.
Right. I know.
Finnegan knows we're
here already.
It's just a game to him.
We won the first round.
Pass go, collect $200.
Now it's our chance to spend it.
What?
It's a game.
You know, like mahjong?
Stay close to me
and do as I say.
How do you know which way to go?
I don't.
Great.
Why not just yell out and
tell them we're here?
How're we going to see?
No lights.
Which way?
What?
I hear it.
Sounds like music.
Sounds like NWA.
What?
NWA. Niggas with attitude.
You know, Ice Cube, Dr.
Dre? The Rappers.
Sounds like Fuck Tha Police.
What kind of idiots would
write a song like that?
You ought to try listenin'
to a little Bob Seger.
What?
Couldn't leave it
alone, huh, Tommy?
Let him go.
He's not part of this.
He is now.
You brought him
along for a reason.
I'm thinking agency.
And maybe NSA.
I'm not gonna waste your time
trying to justify myself, Tommy.
We're both killers.
Different kinds.
When I kill a man, it's
because he needs killing.
I look at his life
and if it adds up to
nothin', I take him out.
But you, Finn,
you got to likin' it.
I never did.
So what's this all about, Finn?
How does it all end here?
It's about Stevie York.
You remember Stevie, don't you?
Say hello to Stevie York.
What the hell's he doin' here?
The AP Photographer?
It's about Stevie
and me and Avery.
And Gaylor.
John Gaylor, the senator?
Soon to be president, some say.
What about Stevie York?
He filmed it all.
We were higher than kites.
Smokin' and huntin' for
3 days without sleep.
There was 9 of them.
6 men and 3 women.
When it was done, we
started getting paranoid.
We'd make York destroy the film.
But as the days passed,
Gaylor and Avery kept getting
more and more psycho on me.
So we made a pact, the 3 of us.
And then we killed Stevie
and made it look
like the NVA did it.
So what now, Tommy?
What's our next move?
Tell you what.
You could just walk out
of here and go home.
If I leave, the
cop goes with me.
Go, get out, Beckett!
You know I can't let
that happen, Tommy.
You're going to have to kill me.
The only way I see it
from here is to kill him.
What's your old sayin'?
"One shot, one kill."
How about, one shot, 2 kills?
A million-to-one.
Isn't that what
they used to say?
Do it. They're gonna kill
me one way or another.
He's right, Tommy.
Take your best shot.
The digitorum tendon flexes
and extends the finger.
Time's running out
for one of us.
Come on, Tommy, make your move!
Quan, what's happening here?
They say you're the Mongoose.
Come again?
The Mongoose.
It's a... It's an old
Vietnamese folk tale.
When God created the
Cobra, he made him king.
As time passed, the Cobra became
so powerful he thought he was God.
So God created the Mongoose
to take his power away.
Mmm-hmm.
What do they want?
Whatever you want. You
have the power now.
You're kiddin' me.
It's true, I told you.
They're just kids.
Kids do anything.
Listen to me.
There's a Colonel McKenna.
Colonel Dan McKenna.
Military Intelligence.
He's stationed at the
Pentagon in Washington DC.
I want you to contact
him and only him.
Tell him what happened here.
And tell him I'll need
a dust-off in 2 days
where the Kampong and Mebon
rivers meet in Cambodia.
Why not come back with me?
They'll be looking
for me in the Nam.
I think it's safer
if I DD across the
border into Cambodia.
Can you ask them that?
You trust me to do this?
If in 2 days I get there,
and there's not a
chopper to evac me out,
then I'll guess I was
wrong about you.
Quan.
You, too.
Hey, Beckett.
You're one hell of a shot.
Was.
Was.
In breaking news
today, it was learned
that Senator John
Gaylor from Texas
has resigned his
seat in the Senate.
In his statement
read by a spokesman,
the Senator said he has decided
to end his political aspirations
and enter the private sector.
His resignation came
as a complete surprise
to the White House.
Senator Gaylor was thought to be
his party's leading candidate
for the upcoming
presidential race.
The news of the
Senator's departure
must be very troubling
for the President,
considering it was
just 2 days ago
that one of his most
trusted advisors,
William Avery, Deputy
Director of the NSA,
was found dead, an
apparent suicide.
Ripped by SkyFury
Roger that. Target confirmed.
Fire at will.
Make your target, corporal.
You got a time
problem, gentlemen.
Lock your TRS and
get this over with.
TRS verifying target.
Just eyeball the fucker
and pull the trigger.
I heard that, Beckett.
We got incoming bogeys.
Range, 650 yards.
We have a 5-mile-an-hour wind,
midrange, coming from your Lima.
Attempting to confirm target.
Sir, Evers's pulse, respiration
and GSR are maxing out.
What about Beckett?
No, steady as a rock.
It's like he's taking a nap.
You're running out
of time, gentlemen.
Take the shot, Evers.
I could hit a hostage,
Master Gunny...
Take the fucking shot.
Stand down.
Stand down, gentlemen.
You okay, Master Gunny?
Perfect. Abso-fucking-lutely
perfect.
Target destroyed.
He made that damn shot.
I can't believe it. He
made that goddamn shot!
Game over.
Your position was about
to be compromised.
Your directive was to
abort that mission.
We're Marine Scout
Snipers, Captain.
We don't abort missions
unless we stop breathing.
You weren't supposed to make that shot.
No one's supposed to.
Well, I completed my mission.
Back in my days...
Fuck your days!
That was the luckiest
fuckin' shot
in the history of
lucky fuckin' shots!
Sorry I broke your toy, Captain.
But if a sniper had to depend
on that, he'd end up dead.
It's not a video game out there.
It's all about one
shot and one kill.
You're a risk, you know that?
You're a goddamn liability
that I, for one, am
not going to risk...
Getting bored, are we?
I'm not cutting into your
precious drinking time, am I?
Begging the Captain's
pardon, sir,
but yes, sir, I am. And
yes, sir, you are, sir.
I don't like you, Master
Gunnery Sergeant.
And I don't care about that fucking
deal you made with the Corps!
You fail that medical next week,
I'll bury your ass back
in the real world.
And that's a promise.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
I got him. Get your sniper.
Congratulations, Neil.
Hey, buddy.
Congratulations.
Hey, nice going, Neil, buddy.
Good job.
Mom, mom, it's time.
No, he said he'd be here.
It's okay.
I talked to him yesterday...
Come on, Neil, the TV people want
a shot of us cutting the cake.
We can't wait any longer.
Okay.
Sorry, mom.
This looks more like a
campaign photo opportunity
than a wedding.
We've decided to forgo
the speeches today
because of an
unavoidable absence.
If that's Beckett
you're talking about,
he probably got lost
on the way to the bar.
Well, he's right.
No way I could do this without
a couple of tall ones.
Sydney.
You knew I'd make it.
Do me the honors?
Okay.
Actually, these kind of affairs
scare the hell out of me.
Neil.
Many years ago, your old man
made me promise him something.
That, were he not able to
attend your wedding day,
I would read this letter to you.
"If that grunt Beckett
is reading this,
"then I didn't make it.
"I'm hoping this
part of the letter"
"is being read at your wedding."
"I just wanted to let you
know that I love you,"
"and that I wish you and your
bride nothing but happiness."
"Love her and cherish
her always."
"And may you both live
as long as you want,"
"and never want as
long as you live."
Neil, I've been holding
onto this for a long time.
Now I think it's yours.
Congratulations.
Thanks, Tom.
Jocelyn and Neil Finnegan.
Every time I look at Neil, I see
the man Paul never got to be.
Well, I'm sure his father
would be very proud of him.
Mmm-hmm.
You know, this is a circus.
She's got her eyes set
on the White House,
and won't stop till
she gets him there.
He's the son of a war hero,
graduates first in his
class at Annapolis,
Harvard School of Government.
Mmm-hmm.
Climbing his way up
the political ladder
with honest living
and hard work.
Hell, he's got my vote.
Mine, too.
Your hand's shaking.
When did that start?
Ah, it's a few months ago.
It's nothing.
Might be, might not.
You should stop by the office
and let me look at it, hmm?
Tom, come on.
Okay.
We're Marine Scout Snipers.
The only time we abort a mission
is when we stop breathing, sir.
It's a very big mistake.
Besides the obvious, his conduct
record since returning from Europe
has been questionable.
Psychs are a bit disturbing.
And he's just
old.
He's the same age I am.
We may get one shot
and one shot only.
I want Beckett taking it.
You suffered nerve damage
when you lost the finger.
The condition's been steadily
deteriorating ever since.
The digitorum tendon,
when functioning normally,
flexes and extends the finger.
But here on the damaged hand,
you could have an involuntary
reflex at any time.
And it's more likely to occur
in a high-stress situation.
What I see here, Thomas,
also looks like the
early stages of palsy.
You can't be a Marine
forever, you know.
Yeah, I know.
I was just hoping
to make it to 65.
You know, you should think about
getting on with your life.
And do what?
Well, you should meet someone
special, you know, settle down.
Oh.
Yeah.
Why didn't you?
Well, I did.
But I guess, uh, the few years
I had with Paul were enough.
And besides, you never asked me.
Hey.
Mmm-hmm.
We had some good
times, the 3 of us.
Down at Camp Lejeune, remember?
Yeah.
Ah, Syd...
Don't.
He didn't come back.
A lot of young men
didn't come back.
Why don't you get out of that horrible
motel and come and stay with me?
Oh.
Well.
Tell you the truth, I've been living
out of a sea bag all my life.
I've only got a few more weeks
of the training sessions,
then the Corps will just ship me out
to some other duty station somewhere.
Then you should call me
sometime and ask me to dinner,
I haven't had a
date in 30 years.
Syd, I'd really appreciate it if
you didn't tell anyone about this.
Okay.
Thanks.
See you.
Jarheads.
Kill him! Kill him!
Kill him!
Madness.
Madness.
Beckett, let's go, let's go!
Let's get out of here!
Let's go, let's go!
Goddamn, they're getting close!
Love it!
Just cover my ass, Beckett.
Shit!
Finnegan! Finnegan!
Lay him down. Lay him down.
You'll be okay, Tommy.
You're going to be okay.
Welcome to the tunnels, Tommy.
Can't see a goddamn thing.
You'll get used to it.
It's where the real shit happens, man.
Here, take this.
What is it?
Good luck. Took it off a
gook a couple of days ago.
NVA motherfuckers!
You didn't answer, Master Guns.
Your door was unlocked.
If I wanted clowns
to wake me up,
I would've joined the circus.
With all due respect,
Master Guns,
you should've been a comedian.
What the hell do you want?
We have orders to take you in to go see
the brass, Master Gunnery Sergeant.
Yeah, well, I don't
want to see the brass.
Let's get him in the shower.
Sir, you could have your pick
of a dozen of the
Corps' best snipers.
Corporal Evers is a
particularly good shot.
I'm not interested in him.
I'm interested in
Thomas Beckett.
This is NSA Deputy
Director William Avery.
We know each other, Captain.
We served together.
A lifetime ago, sir.
Best goddamn sniper I had the
privilege of working with.
Well, thank you, sir.
What can I do for you?
Tom, I want you on
a plane tomorrow.
To where, sir?
Vietnam.
Captain.
I want you to take
out a target there.
A mountain warlord from Phum Bat.
He and his rogue army
are running opium,
stolen goods, weapons,
almost anything they can
get their hands on.
Sounds like a pain in the ass
for the Vietnamese, sir.
Why are we getting involved?
He's graduated to bigger
and better things.
We have intelligence
that leads us to believe
he's been talking business
with the Jamaah Islamiyah.
Oh, what kind of business?
Terrorism.
He's ventured into
the big leagues.
Well, with all due respect, sir,
there's not very much here.
Do we even know
what he looks like?
Captain Laraby, would
you mind excusing us?
Of course not, sir.
Addis.
Finnegan.
Thanks, Tom.
His body was shipped home.
What was left of the body.
A body.
It's a long story, Tom.
Let me try to
explain some of it.
During the last days
before the fall of Saigon,
Paul Finnegan was recruited.
Recruited by who?
The CIA.
His first op was to
help the Khmer Rouge
run heroin out of the highlands.
His cut financed the
covert operations.
As the years passed,
our interests changed.
Finnegan was offered a new op,
but the jungle had changed him.
That patriotic fervor had
changed into something else,
something that makes
him dangerous.
He's a threat.
To you, me, his family,
and his country.
Welcome to the tunnels, Tommy.
What the hell's he doing here?
Is there any other
way to handle this?
A deal or an arrangement?
There's no other way.
We've learned the
Ho Chi Minh Police
have set up a sting
to capture him.
That cannot happen.
If he is identified,
you can imagine
the problems that we might face.
The explanations. Not to mention
the effect on his family,
his son...
You're asking me to kill
the man who saved my life.
I know how incredibly bizarre
this must seem to you, Tom,
but believe me, this is not
the man that you once knew.
Over the years, he has become
a cold-blooded killer.
And I'm ashamed to say,
we bear some
responsibility for that
and, uh, an obligation
to rectify the mistake.
As a sniper, you have the
option to refuse the mission.
But I need an answer, Tom.
By 0800.
I'll understand if
you can't do this.
I'll find somebody else.
No.
I'll do it. Alone.
I want no observer with me.
I don't want anybody
else's hand in it.
How can you be so sure he'll
do it when the time comes?
One way or another,
he will get the job done.
It's all he's got left.
His life isn't worth a damn
unless he's risking it,
or taking someone else's.
First time in Ho Chi Minh?
Last time I was here,
it was called Saigon.
Uh, Beckett, Thomas.
Welcome to Ho Chi Minh, Mr.
Beckett.
First time in Vietnam?
No.
Do you want anything, sir?
If you know what I
mean, you know?
Yeah, I know what you mean,
and thanks but no thanks.
Sure? Because Ky Mam
can get you anything.
Anything that you want.
Any good massage?
Uh, happy ending.
Thank you, sir.
Your bag has arrived, sir.
You must have the wrong room.
I already have my bags.
Not this one, Master Gunnery
Sergeant Thomas Beckett.
My name is Quan. Detective,
Ho Chi Minh City Police.
Also your operations contact.
Like I give a shit
about some badge.
What's the operation code name?
Cobra.
Come on in.
Interesting choice of shirt.
You look like a
Canadian tourist.
You'll find what you need here.
They say you can make
million-to-one shot.
You are the go-to guy. Yes?
They say a lot of things.
You rest after your trip, then
we have some dinner. We talk.
I show you the spot.
Be ready at 11:30.
This bring back memories, Mr.
Beckett?
They told me a little about you.
2 full tours.
You were here for
the worst of it.
None of it was good.
You must have been very young.
Okay.
Who else knows I'm
here besides you?
If you're talking about the
Ho Chi Minh Police, no one.
If they knew, I'd be a dead man.
All right, then how
do we work this?
How do I find my target?
2 weeks ago, I arrested his biggest
dealer in Ho Chi Minh City,
and convinced him to, uh, how do you
say, to finger the Cobra for us.
Why do you call him that?
They treat him like he's a king.
King Cobra.
They're just kids, really.
Some barely in their teens.
You cut off the head, the
snake will die, believe me.
The dealer told us
about a meeting
between Cobra and a new client.
We will be there to arrest him.
You take him out
before that happens.
Here in Saigon?
Saigon?
Old habits die hard, huh?
At one of the establishments
the cobra owns. Club Cong.
Check this out.
This is very new.
I'm going to make the
dealer put it on the Cobra.
It'll send a signal
to your TRS computer.
That way it'll be easy to
find him in the crowd.
By the way, how
are your weapons?
The AW Magnum's just fine.
Where did you get that?
Fucking Japanese.
Pretty cool, huh?
How close do I get to my target?
300 meters, maybe.
Outside, inside.
Come on, eat up. I think
it's best I show you.
How long have you
been a policeman?
6 years.
When did the NSA recruit you?
Couple of years ago.
You see how it is?
No better than before.
Things need to change.
Maybe you guys don't
fuck up like last time.
Was your old man in the war?
Yes.
NVA?
My father was an American GI,
9th Battalion, 25th Infantry.
Nobody here knows this.
He die here?
Went home to his real
family somewhere in Ohio.
There. You see that roof?
That's Club Cong.
Your target will be there
tonight around 10:00.
He usually sits at a
table on the upper deck.
Will it be crowded?
It usually is.
What about the street?
He's got to come and go.
The entrance is on
the other side.
There's no sniper angle.
After you take the shot, you
abandon your weapon here,
and buy a ticket
on Tan Son train.
It'll take you to the airport.
What about the cleanup?
A new identification
has been arranged.
The body will not be claimed.
Police will be satisfied
the Cobra is dead
and no one will know
who he really was.
Mr. Beckett.
I will not see you after this.
That's my cell phone number.
Call only if you need something
or if something is wrong.
And remember,
one shot is probably
all you get.
One shot is all I need.
Everything is in place.
The op is on-line.
Everything is in place.
The op is on-line.
How's Beckett doing?
Our contact says he's fine.
No hesitations?
Doesn't seem so.
Target?
On the move as we speak.
His buyer has arrived.
So far, so good.
If everything goes
well, it'll be over in
less than 10 hours.
From your lips to God's ear.
Because if it doesn't,
we're all in deep shit.
Hello.
It's me.
Thomas?
Yeah.
It's 4:00 in the morning.
Is something wrong?
Oh, Sydney, I'm...
I'm sorry, I...
You sound so distant.
Where are you?
Oh...
About 30 years away.
Thomas?
I'm sorry, Syd. I'm... I'm
sorry for waking you. I...
Are you okay?
I'm okay. I just...
I've been thinking about
how you and Neil are...
You're
the closest thing I've
ever had to a family.
And I... I know
sometimes I...
Sometimes I forget how
much that's meant to me.
And I just wanted to
make sure you knew.
We know, Thomas.
We know.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah. I'm okay.
Look, I gotta go.
Um,
I'll tell you what.
I'll... I'll, uh,
I'll give you a
call in a few days,
you know, after I get back.
You promise?
I promise. Yeah.
You know I love you.
I love you.
Me, too.
What the fuck are
you lookin' at?
You're asking me to kill
the man who saved my life.
What the hell's he doing here?
A lot of young men
didn't come back.
Goddamn piece of shit.
Do it.
Shit.
Now!
Forgive me.
Damn.
Got you, fucker.
You're not that good
a fucking shot,
but you might get lucky.
What the hell happened?
Beckett missed the target.
But he took out our
goddamn backup?
We're fucked, truly fucked.
Where is he now?
The Vietnamese police have him.
It should be easy for our
men to get to him, right?
Our contact is not
trained for that.
Then get someone who is.
Talk to me.
I told you, my name is Beckett.
Thomas J. Beckett.
And what are you doing here, Thomas J.
Beckett?
Soakin' up Asian culture.
The man you killed on the roof,
he was Cambodian national.
Maybe you two got
something to do
with what happened at
Club Cong tonight.
Club Cong?
Look, I want to speak
to the American Consul.
Sure. You bet.
The National Police have
taken over the case.
You should have thought of that
when you changed the
plan and forgot
to tell me about
the secondary hit.
I'll see what I can do.
Weird fucking world,
ain't it, Tommy?
Finnegan?
Fucking weird.
After all these years,
they send my old hump buddy
Beckett to do the job.
That was Avery's
idea, wasn't it?
What happened?
You could always make the
million-to-one shot.
Losing your touch,
or change of heart?
Fucking Avery lied
to you, Tommy.
That's something the two
of us have in common.
Which lie?
The one about you dealing drugs?
Or running weapons?
Or the Jamaah Islamiyah?
They know about that, huh?
Why, Finn?
What other choice
does a dead man have?
I gave my life to serve
God and country.
You're a dealer in death.
Whose God and country
do you serve?
The last thing I need
is a sermon about death
from an assassin.
I did the job they asked
and they sold me out.
Then why didn't you come
home when it ended?
This is my home. It
was always my home.
I knew it the second we
hit that LZ in Tay Ninh.
After that first night, I knew
I wasn't going back, Tommy.
I was alive here!
Even in all the
death, I was alive!
Nothing ever made me feel
like that back there.
Nothing and no one.
Some people are born for war.
This isn't war, Finn.
This is madness.
What about Syd and Neil?
You know, your son
just got married.
I delivered your
note as promised.
They don't exist.
They haven't existed
for over 30 years.
It was better that way.
For everyone.
Someone tried to kill me
after I took the shot.
You're in it now.
You should have quit
when you were ahead.
In what?
I can bury them, Tommy,
that's what they're afraid of.
You're not the first
one to come gunning.
They've been trying for years.
That's why I stay in the ditch.
Sorry you got
yourself into this.
But then, you always
were an idealist.
That's what they
counted on, Tommy.
Neil's the one I feel sorry for.
He thinks he's the
son of a war hero.
Every day, I watch this
world descend into hell.
I'm just trying to find myself
a nice comfortable
seat with a good view.
Somebody blew up the
goddamn police station
at Ho Chi Minh. What?
Hello.
Now, listen to me,
you little fuck,
and don't you say a word.
Meet me at the people's
unification building in 2 hours.
You come alone
or I'll tell the Ho Chi Minh
police who you really work for.
I didn't know what they were gonna do.
They never...
Hello?
It was a game both sides played.
Look, I didn't know.
They never told me the hit on
you was part of the operation.
I swear.
What happened to Finnegan?
They don't know yet.
They're still
identifying bodies.
I've spent years trying
to forget this shit.
You really think it was
going to be that easy?
You're going to get
me out of here.
And go where?
You're gonna get me another
rifle and a sidearm.
And go where?
If he's alive,
he's in the ditch.
Hang on a sec, Senator.
We had some people
in Phnom Penh.
They should be in Ho Chi
Minh in less than an hour.
The bad news is that
our boy's gone AWOL.
What do you mean, AWOL?
He hasn't checked in.
What about Finnegan and Beckett?
They're still ID-ing bodies,
but neither of them are
on the list so far.
I don't fucking believe this.
I'm going to have
to call you back.
No, it's under control.
If Beckett is still alive, and
he's gotten to our boy...
I know.
You and Finnegan were friends?
I mean, real good friends?
Yeah. He saved my ass once.
This must be hard then.
Yeah.
He's a bad guy.
I know.
How do you know he's
up in Tay Ninh?
Not in. Under.
When I knew Finnegan,
he was a tunnel rat.
Everybody knows about
them, and what they did.
Yeah, well, they did
what they had to do.
Some say they like it.
You're not supposed to like it.
What the fuck do you
know about war?
How can you be sure he's there?
Because when I was in
the jail, he slipped.
He mentioned something about
"being in the ditch."
And that's what the rats
called the tunnels.
Don't you think we
should contact someone?
Someone you can trust?
Right now, I don't
trust anybody.
What the hell is that?
Police or NSA?
NSA.
They're in pursuit
of the signal.
Our boy's headed
towards Tay Ninh.
Beckett's with him.
He's goin' after Finnegan.
What the hell's he doing here?
Say hello to Stevie York.
We're the 6:00 news, Tommy.
Some men came through
here midday.
They headed into the jungle.
One was white.
He's headed home.
You really expect to go in there
by yourself and come out alive?
No.
You're goin' with me.
Why would I want to do that?
Well, you wanted to know
why they tried to kill me.
The answer's in there
with Finnegan.
You see, there's something
he didn't tell me.
The real reason they sent me.
And it was supposed
to end with him
and me.
Where the hell did
you dig this up?
It's my father's.
It's all he left behind.
I learned to shoot with it.
Is it okay?
Best damn sniper rifle
ever made, if you ask me.
You didn't tell me your
old man was a sniper.
You didn't ask.
Our Cambodian units
found the cell phone
on the side of the
road to Tay Ninh.
They must have figured
out it was traceable.
Not they. Beckett.
What do we do now?
Tell them to keep looking.
And you pray to God that they find
Beckett before he finds Finnegan.
Hey, Beckett, It's getting...
Hold it down.
We're never going
to find this place.
Beckett.
You okay?
There's more of them.
He's dry. Get him! Get him!
He's the last one.
He'll probably be heading
for the tunnels.
There.
Ah, he's just a kid.
He was going to warn them.
Right. I know.
Finnegan knows we're
here already.
It's just a game to him.
We won the first round.
Pass go, collect $200.
Now it's our chance to spend it.
What?
It's a game.
You know, like mahjong?
Stay close to me
and do as I say.
How do you know which way to go?
I don't.
Great.
Why not just yell out and
tell them we're here?
How're we going to see?
No lights.
Which way?
What?
I hear it.
Sounds like music.
Sounds like NWA.
What?
NWA. Niggas with attitude.
You know, Ice Cube, Dr.
Dre? The Rappers.
Sounds like Fuck Tha Police.
What kind of idiots would
write a song like that?
You ought to try listenin'
to a little Bob Seger.
What?
Couldn't leave it
alone, huh, Tommy?
Let him go.
He's not part of this.
He is now.
You brought him
along for a reason.
I'm thinking agency.
And maybe NSA.
I'm not gonna waste your time
trying to justify myself, Tommy.
We're both killers.
Different kinds.
When I kill a man, it's
because he needs killing.
I look at his life
and if it adds up to
nothin', I take him out.
But you, Finn,
you got to likin' it.
I never did.
So what's this all about, Finn?
How does it all end here?
It's about Stevie York.
You remember Stevie, don't you?
Say hello to Stevie York.
What the hell's he doin' here?
The AP Photographer?
It's about Stevie
and me and Avery.
And Gaylor.
John Gaylor, the senator?
Soon to be president, some say.
What about Stevie York?
He filmed it all.
We were higher than kites.
Smokin' and huntin' for
3 days without sleep.
There was 9 of them.
6 men and 3 women.
When it was done, we
started getting paranoid.
We'd make York destroy the film.
But as the days passed,
Gaylor and Avery kept getting
more and more psycho on me.
So we made a pact, the 3 of us.
And then we killed Stevie
and made it look
like the NVA did it.
So what now, Tommy?
What's our next move?
Tell you what.
You could just walk out
of here and go home.
If I leave, the
cop goes with me.
Go, get out, Beckett!
You know I can't let
that happen, Tommy.
You're going to have to kill me.
The only way I see it
from here is to kill him.
What's your old sayin'?
"One shot, one kill."
How about, one shot, 2 kills?
A million-to-one.
Isn't that what
they used to say?
Do it. They're gonna kill
me one way or another.
He's right, Tommy.
Take your best shot.
The digitorum tendon flexes
and extends the finger.
Time's running out
for one of us.
Come on, Tommy, make your move!
Quan, what's happening here?
They say you're the Mongoose.
Come again?
The Mongoose.
It's a... It's an old
Vietnamese folk tale.
When God created the
Cobra, he made him king.
As time passed, the Cobra became
so powerful he thought he was God.
So God created the Mongoose
to take his power away.
Mmm-hmm.
What do they want?
Whatever you want. You
have the power now.
You're kiddin' me.
It's true, I told you.
They're just kids.
Kids do anything.
Listen to me.
There's a Colonel McKenna.
Colonel Dan McKenna.
Military Intelligence.
He's stationed at the
Pentagon in Washington DC.
I want you to contact
him and only him.
Tell him what happened here.
And tell him I'll need
a dust-off in 2 days
where the Kampong and Mebon
rivers meet in Cambodia.
Why not come back with me?
They'll be looking
for me in the Nam.
I think it's safer
if I DD across the
border into Cambodia.
Can you ask them that?
You trust me to do this?
If in 2 days I get there,
and there's not a
chopper to evac me out,
then I'll guess I was
wrong about you.
Quan.
You, too.
Hey, Beckett.
You're one hell of a shot.
Was.
Was.
In breaking news
today, it was learned
that Senator John
Gaylor from Texas
has resigned his
seat in the Senate.
In his statement
read by a spokesman,
the Senator said he has decided
to end his political aspirations
and enter the private sector.
His resignation came
as a complete surprise
to the White House.
Senator Gaylor was thought to be
his party's leading candidate
for the upcoming
presidential race.
The news of the
Senator's departure
must be very troubling
for the President,
considering it was
just 2 days ago
that one of his most
trusted advisors,
William Avery, Deputy
Director of the NSA,
was found dead, an
apparent suicide.
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