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Because of your God-given abilities,

you have the unique opportunity
to become

Marine Corps snipers.

In today's warfare

where nearly 200,000 rounds
are fired for each enemy kill.

A Marine Corps scout sniper average

is 1.3 rounds per kill.

If you follow carefully
the instructions I give you

you will live a long and happy life.

But screw one thing up
in even the slightest way,

and you will go home in a body bag.

At ease on the firing line!

- Welcome to the range, Colonel.
- Thank you, Gunnery Sergeant. At ease.

You're a lucky man, Crockett.

- Yes, sir.
- Bosnia.

- Best duty a U.S. Marine could hope for.
- I don't understand.

I only wish I was going with you.

Sir, if you'll permit me,
I think a mistake has been made.

You ship out tomorrow at 0600.
Destination Tuzla air base.

But my boys need me, sir.

Peacekeepers in Bosnia
need you more, Gunny.

Sir! If you'll permit me,

I made a deal with Colonel Garcia.

- Lf I could just explain...
- Get his replacement out here ASAP.

Trevino, front and centre! Inspection!

One round in the magazine,
Gunnery Sergeant.

What's your zero, Trevino?

Eight hundred metres with 2.5 right
cranked in for wind.

What's the trajectory for

say 1,000 metres?

Five metres.
Too much for a decent shot, Gunny.

Wrong, Trevino.
If you can see it, you can hit it.

Gunny!

Just like I said, boys.

Objectify your target.

Fire between the heartbeats.

All right. Move out.

All right, guys.

There were a total of 18 shots
that night.

Sunrise, we found 18 dead NVA.

All around my position.

- All killed with single shots.
- All killed by one sniper?

When we got back to base,

we heard that marine recon
had a man up the trees,

a Lance Corporal Ray Crockett.

And now he's a Gunnery Sergeant
taking pot-shots at full bird colonels?

I tracked him down in Saigon.
Wouldn't even let me buy him a drink.

- Didn't want to dull his senses.
- Snipers can be pretty hardcore.

It's called over the edge.

Sir, if Ray Crockett took a shot
at Colonel Gordon,

it'll be hard to avoid
a general court martial, Admiral.

Fair investigation first. That's all I ask.

When the press gets hold of this...

See that they don't.
The man saved my life, damn it.

- Do what you can to save his.
- Understood, sir. I'm on my way.

Perhaps I should accompany
Commander Rabb to Quantico, sir.

He can handle this on his own.

Yes, sir.

A fine move by JAG
getting the jump on this, Commander.

The sooner you're done with Crockett,
the better for troop morale.

Done, sir?

What exactly are the penalties
for attempted murder

of a superior officer, Commander?

UCMJ gives the court
pretty wide latitude, Colonel.

Anything from a dishonourable
to 20 years confinement.

- What about a firing squad?
- It would have to be a capital offence.

One of you would have to be dead, sir.

You understand
that Admiral Chegwidden

wants this matter contained.

This isn't the Navy, Commander.

We marines clean our own house

and let the media bottom-feed
off crap like Tailhook.

I just want the full force of justice
brought to bear

on Gunnery Sergeant Crockett.

We're prepared for an article 32 Prelim
to a general court martial.

Following the investigation
of all the pertinent facts.

You want a pertinent fact?

Crockett scoped me with a rifle
and pulled the trigger.

Is that pertinent enough for you, mister?

Yes, sir.

Good hands.

Yes, sir.

- You just have to know how to wait, sir.
- I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Admiral Chegwidden sent me
to see you.

- He says he still owes you one.
- Yes, sir. If you say so, sir.

As you were, Gunnery Sergeant.

He was just a young lieutenant
at the time.

He tells quite a story about a night
on the Thanh Hoa river back in Nam.

He says you saved his life.

I saved a lot of young lieutenants' lives.

The Admiral's name
doesn't ring any bells.

I've been assigned to represent you
during your article 32 Investigation.

Grease the wheels where I can.

I don't need any help, sir.
I'm holding the high ground.

Man who holds the high ground
usually calls the shots.

- It'd be kind of hard from in here.
- Maybe so.

But I'm going to make the Marine Corps
live up to our deal.

See, sir, I just need three more years.

I can retire with everything I need.
I just have to stay here at Quantico, sir.

No more combat assignments.
That's my deal.

Agreed to by both
Colonel Garcia and Colonel Ainesworth.

- You explained this to Colonel Gordon?
- I've tried, sir. He wouldn't listen.

So I had to get his attention.

Attempting to kill a man
is a hell of a way to get his attention.

- I don't kill people anymore, sir.
- But that's what snipers do, Gunny.

That's what you've been training
your men for.

Nobody trains you
for what happens when you kill a man.

My last kill,
that boy went straight up in the air

arms and legs thrashing

blood spewing around like

something beyond human.

- Sounds pretty ugly.
- They're all ugly.

Colonel Garcia said
I'd be valuable here,

teaching the troops how to stay alive.

You see, I know things, sir.

For instance, I know you're either
a cross-dressing weirdo

or you work real close with a woman.

Perfume. Lilacs.

French, I'd say.

Chanel.

You're out in the woods,
you don't need to see a target.

You can smell it.

Like I said, I know things, sir.

- You know you're facing a court martial?
- I wouldn't count on it, sir.

How'd it go?

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett's
a pretty interesting guy.

Well, you couldn't prove it by this.
What's not deleted is encrypted.

- Why would they do this?
- It's called morality, Pentagon style.

John Wayne was never a bushwhacker.

But I don't understand.

You seemed so eager to go down there
and take the bull by the horns.

I was. I am.

I just have a feeling
I'm about to be gored by the bull.

How am I supposed to defend
or even investigate

a man who is an official
Marine Corps enigma?

If you can't handle the case,

I'll be happy to send down
someone more qualified.

I can handle the case.

It would just be nice to have a little help

getting some background
on Gunnery Sergeant Crockett.

Excuse me, Commander?
But did I just hear the "H" word?

- What?
- Help.

- It sounds like you're asking for my help.
- I didn't say that.

Perhaps you should.

Yes, ma'am, perhaps I should.

I would appreciate any...

help that you could provide.

I'll do what I can.
And, Commander, you'll owe me.

Colonel Gordon had
a dozen men at my door at 0600

to give statements
against Sergeant Crockett.

He has a way of getting what he wants.

Where is everybody?
There was a guard here before.

My God. Harm, look.

Crockett. No.

Damn it!

It's Crockett, ma'am.

Get the hell
out of the way, Commander.

The armoury's been penetrated.
I got weapons missing.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett's
escaped, sir.

- Call the provost Marshall. Lock it down.
- Yes, sir.

I don't want Crockett
getting off this base.

Looks like your JAG investigation
is over, Commander.

- They'll never spot him from the air, sir.
- Like hell they won't.

The Lieutenant has a point, sir.

A sniper in a Ghillie suit
can't be seen from five feet away.

UAS Tact four infrared, Commander.

If Crocket's above room temperature,
we'll find him.

- And then what?
- Then we go down and get him.

My regrets to Admiral Chegwidden.

But under the circumstances,
I think he'll understand.

JAG still has an interest in this matter.

Your matter has just escaped the brig,
stolen government weapons

and headed for the hills.

Now, that brig,

those weapons, those hills
and the men in them are my interests.

So why don't you
and the lovely lieutenant

go have your nice uniforms pressed

while my men conduct the business
of the United States Marine Corps.

Lieutenant.

- Lovely lieutenant?
- I think he likes you.

That should have cleared
the deer out of the valley.

Now we can make an infrared pass.

Here's his room, Meg.
Gunnery Sergeant Ray Crockett.

You really think
we'll find something in here

- to bring Crockett out of the woods?
- No.

But at this point,
the more we know about him

the better our chances
of keeping him alive.

Suppose I told you
he was a tennis player?

- Right.
- No. Check it out, sir. Wimbledon.

That's the Marine Corps
Wimbledon Cup.

It goes to the best long-distance
rifleman in the service.

He won it six years in a row.

Terrific. If he digs in
with Gordon going after him

we won't just have legal action,
we'll have dead marines.

Perhaps this can help prevent that.

- Commander.
- As you were.

We didn't expect to see you here.

I informed Commander Krennick
we were having trouble

getting a background on Crockett.

Actually, he used the "H" word.

- The "H" word, ma'am?
- Help.

I brought these just in case you ever
get your hands on Crockett again.

His entire service record book.
Non-redacted.

- It's Crockett's kill book.
- Kill book?

Yeah. Combat snipers
usually keep a record

of each and every assignment.

Targets, assessments, results.

A hundred and sixty-three entries.

Imagine one person killing 163 men.

Yeah, well, it's real easy to imagine

if you've ever fired
a Tomahawk missile in combat.

I'd like a billet in BOQ.

Yes, ma'am.
I'll check with Colonel Gordon's office.

I want this mess wrapped up
before the weekend.

- That doesn't leave me much time.
- I've planned an officers' retreat

at Admiral Chegwidden's beach house
on Hilton Head.

I expect you to attend.

I may have to send my regrets
to the Admiral.

Actually, the Admiral won't be there.

Just you and me.

My chopper got an infrared fix
on Crockett.

They found him?

Dug into an oak grove
halfway up the mountains.

- Sir, that's not the high ground.
- It's high enough.

Made damn good time
for a man his age.

- But I told you we'd spot him.
- What are they going to do, sir?

Their orders are to bring him back
one way or another.

- I'm going with them.
- The hell you are!

Sir, either I'm on that chopper

or I'll charge you with interfering
in a JAG investigation.

- That'll never fly.
- Probably not, Colonel,

but we all know that JAG charges,
regardless of outcome,

frequently have a chilling effect
on career advancement.

So why not let Commander Rabb
have his little helicopter ride, sir.

You guys ready?

We will be.

Where's your weapon, Commander?

The last thing we should do
is make a show of firepower.

I forgot. You're a lawyer.

He's going to talk Crockett
out of the woods.

There he is.
I've got an infrared signature.

I'll set you down in that clearing.

Ready to drop!

Bang. Bang.

Palmer. Pavin. Move out.

Trevino. Floyd. Flank them.

- I think I should stay here.
- Understood, sir.

The Navy stands off-shore
while the marines hit the beach.

Freeze! Drop your weapon!

Drop it! It's all over, Gunny!

It's a wild boar.

But it's staked out, Lieutenant.
Who did this?

Who the hell do you think?

Sorry, boys. You're on my turf now.

MCRDC Flight Control. Do you copy?

Flight Control. Ident.

This is Gunnery Sergeant Ray Crockett.

Advise Colonel Gordon
to send his chopper back out here

and tell him to bring body bags.

Crockett got the drop on us, sir.
He said,

"Tell the Colonel I want my deal."

Then he took our gear
and disappeared into the bush.

- One man did this?
- He's good, Colonel.

- Where's Commander Rabb?
- He dropped off our patrol, ma'am.

Did a Lone Ranger.
I don't think much of his chances.

- You don't know the Commander.
- You don't know the Gunny.

Move out!

I ain't gonna sucker
for that one, Commander.

Come on! Move them, Hogan!
Move them!

Austin, fall out!

Yes, sir!

Stand down, Lieutenant,
you're not going anywhere.

- My partner is out there, sir.
- This is a live fire exercise, Lieutenant.

There are no time-outs.
It's not a place for a non-combatant.

A JAG officer goes
where her cases take her, sir!

I hope that the JAG officer knows
how to cover her back

because she is on her own!

Get up there! Move!

It's okay, Gunny, I'm alone.

If that had been a mine
instead of a flare

you'd be dead, Commander.

I appreciate your restraint.

I thought...

I thought JAG was full of puffballs

but you got some gung-ho in you.
How'd you find my hide?

Part of a misspent youth in Laos
with a guy named Striker.

Not Colonel Francis Striker?

- Only his mother called him Francis.
- You're yanking my wire.

Striker and I humped our way
through Indian country back in '71.

1971.

You were patrolling the Cade river.

You're too young
to know about the Cade river.

- Or Striker.
- My father was MIA.

When I was 16,
I went looking for him with Striker.

Sixteen?

Throw down the Kabar, Commander.
Stand up!

Turn around.
Put your hands on your head.

Walk backwards.

You and your spotter
had a company-sized element of NVA

pinned down near the Cade.
It was early April.

You took out an NVA officer
with your first shot.

You had three confirmed hits that day,
four probables.

The only reason you bailed,
your spotter came down with dysentery.

You carried him on your back,
10 klicks to the LZ.

That's classified information.
Nobody's supposed to know about that.

It's in your kill book.

You're the best the marines ever had.
I don't want to let them forget it.

The truth is, I never liked the job.
I just got good at it.

You know we have to go back.

Not until I get my deal.

Hear them?

- At least two of them.
- Three, more than likely.

The Colonel's a good line officer.
He knows the drill.

The trouble is, he forgets.
I wrote most of it.

We're getting way too many weapons
in the field, Gunny.

You know better than anyone
this can't have a happy ending.

I think it's time to change
your makeup, Commander.

Let's go.

Let's go! To the trees!

Tango leader to tango one.
Comm check.

One.

- Tango two.
- Two.

What now?

Now

we see if the Navy knows
how to do anything besides eat fancy.

You're the spotter.

Dead ahead, say about 1,000 metres
between 10 and two, that's our target.

How do you know?

I told you. I know things.

It's what's kept me alive.

- Like Beirut in '83?
- You read about that, too huh?

That was lousy duty.

But that Shiite sniper I faced
was maybe the best I ever duelled.

Every day around lunch time,
he's set up in a bombed out building

just like he was running a falafel stand.

He'd just squeeze off a few shots
at the marines guarding the airport

and then he'd pull back
for lunch time the next day.

'Cause of the open ground,
I couldn't work in close enough

with my regular smoke pole.
Get off a reliable shot.

- You never heard of a mortar?
- No.

There was too many civilians
in the area.

I needed reach and reliability.

So I had the company armourer
rig me up a Browning.50.

Took me near a week to get that shot.
Afterwards, the spotter paced it off.

He said it was 2,500 metres.

A mile and a half?

The Browning's a fine weapon.

You find it yet, Commander?

Well, you tell me.

It's between 1:00 and 2:00
left of the fallen tree trunk.

Looks like a boot heel.

Very good, Commander.

- You got good eyes.
- Yeah. Except for night carrier landings.

Can't work in close
to get an angle on them.

They'd peg us for sure.

So we call it a draw?

No such thing as a draw, Commander.

Bees! Bees! Bees!

- Leader to one.
- Bees!

One. This is leader.

- Leader to two.
- Two.

Two. We lost Comm with one.
What's your sitrep?

No joy.

No more.

Well, like the song says,
you go your way, I'll go mine.

I can't convince you
to come back with me?

No way. Not till I get my deal.

Let's go, Marine.
We're walking out of here.

- You double-dealing son of a bitch.
- I'm trying to save your life.

You read about me
so you think you know but you don't.

Most men don't have what it takes.

Look another man in the eye
and pull the trigger.

You got the high ground now.

Take your shot.

One shot. One kill.

How far do you want to take this?

Don't ever let me
see you in my scope, Commander.

- Morning, Colonel.
- Commander Rabb.

To what do I owe the honour
of your company this fine morning?

I was hoping we might discuss
Gunnery Sergeant Crockett, sir.

The Colonel is aware
that Gunny is the genuine article?

He's genuine, all right.

Genuine homicidal burnout,
no longer fit for duty.

On the contrary, sir,
I think he demonstrated

what a good marine sniper can do
in the face of overwhelming odds.

If that's your idea of humour, mister,
you're flirting with insubordination.

With all due respect, sir,
I'm merely stating the facts.

For 27 years, the Corps asked
Gunnery Sergeant Crockett

to put his soul in storage
and perform a duty

which few men are capable of.

I submit it's time to give Crockett
the space his soul needs

to find some peace, sir.

If the Colonel is trying to run me
in the ground, it won't work, sir.

Neither will playing
on my sympathies, Commander.

Your client is a danger
to himself and others.

He deserves to spend
the rest of his life in the brig.

The Colonel may find
this interesting reading.

It's Crockett's kill book, sir.

The intimate details
of 163 confirmed kills.

I know what
the Gunnery Sergeant is, Commander.

Yes, sir. But you don't know who he is.

As the Colonel will see,
Crockett's book is full.

There are no empty pages, sir.

We're contacting
Colonel Ainesworth and Colonel Garcia.

You really believe in your client,
don't you, Commander?

Yes, sir. I do.

Good. 'Cause I don't.

Since Colonel Gordon
is so hard-headed

we'll just have to talk
some sense into the Gunny.

I spent time with the man, Meg,
up close and personal.

I'm afraid the only retreat
Crockett understands

is the lowering of colours at sunset.

How can I help you, sir, ma'am?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant J.G. Austin

- to see Gunnery Sergeant Crockett.
- Sorry, Commander.

Prisoner Crockett has requested
no visitors, sir.

We're not visitors,
Staff Sergeant Davies.

We're JAG, the Gunny's our client.

Yes, ma'am. Prisoner Crockett
has specifically listed your names

as people he declines to see, sir.

- Will that be all, sir?
- As you were, Staff Sergeant.

Aye, aye, sir.

What do you do when you're trapped

between an immovable object
and an irresistible force?

Drop and cover, sir.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant J.G. Austin

- reporting as ordered, sir.
- Stand at ease.

- Ma'am.
- Ma'am.

Colonel Gordon and I were
just discussing your case.

In lieu of a general court martial

Commander Krennick has
convinced me of the wisdom

of having Crockett submit
to a 706 sanity evaluation.

He's not crazy, sir.

After which he will
voluntarily separate from the service

with loss of benefits, of course,
and accept a bad conduct discharge.

Meaning the Colonel
is prepared to overlook

the deal Gunnery Sergeant Crockett
had with his former CO?

There is no record of any deal.

Sir, we have a sworn statement
from your predecessors,

Colonels Garcia and Ainesworth,
confirming that there was a deal.

Damn it, Lieutenant.

The man tried to kill a Colonel
in the United States Marine Corps.

Begging the Colonel's pardon, sir

if Gunnery Sergeant Crockett
was trying to kill you, you'd be dead.

A free hand snapshot at a moving target
over 1,000 metres away

and you have the...

The gall to claim
he hit what he was aiming at?

- Not gall, sir. Confidence.
- Davy Crockett couldn't make that shot.

With your permission, Colonel,
I'd like to prove otherwise.

If you're ready, sir.

Good morning, Colonel.

Prisoner Crockett
is present as ordered, sir.

Good morning, Colonel.

Good morning, Gunnery Sergeant.
Stand at ease.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett,

is it your contention
you had no malicious intent

when you fired on
Colonel Gordon's vehicle?

Sir. The Colonel wouldn't let me explain
my deal.

I was just trying to get
the CO's attention, sir.

The Colonel has agreed
to let us duplicate your shot.

Rather than ask the Colonel
and his aide to drive the vehicle,

that task has fallen on me.

Sir, the Gunnery Sergeant
meant what he said

when he warned the Commander
about not getting in his scope.

Your sincerity is not
at issue here, Gunny

your intentions are.

Attention on the range.

- What the hell's he doing here?
- Making sense of nonsense, I hope.

I didn't want to see
you get yourself killed.

- I'm flattered.
- Don't be.

I have enough work without investigating
the death of one of my lawyers.

- Good morning, Admiral.
- Good morning, Colonel. As you were.

Hello, Gunny. Long time.

Yes, sir, Admiral. Welcome to MCRDC.

I understand
you're putting on a shooting exhibition.

- Lovely day for it.
- Yes, sir.

A little windier than I'd like.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Sir.

Are you sure
this is such a good idea, sir?

A little late for doubts,
isn't it, Lieutenant?

Corporal, clear your weapon

and present it
to Gunnery Sergeant Crockett.

What's your zero, Trevino?

Gunny, my weapon
is zeroed for 800 metres.

Good shot, Gunny.

One shot. One kill.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett,

the Corps cannot allow
prior gallantry to be used

as an excuse for reckless behaviour.

Therefore, I have no choice
but to find you guilty

of wanton destruction

of miscellaneous items
of government property.

You are hereby ordered
to make full restitution.

In addition, you're restricted to base
for 60 days at half pay.

- Any questions?
- Sir, no, sir.

Pin your chevrons back on.

Return to duty, Gunny.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thanks, Commander.
You got some major brass.

Eight weeks.
I'll make you a hell of a sniper.

Maybe next time. I'll keep it in mind.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett?

I believe I still owe you a drink
if you're done shooting for the day.

Sir, I'd be honoured, sir.

You still don't remember him,
do you, Gunny?

Commander,

a gunnery sergeant don't tell
the two star he don't remember him.

Lieutenant Austin,

you're dismissed until
0700 hours Monday.

Thank you, ma'am.

- Commander Rabb?
- Sir.

Why don't you join us?

Aye, aye, sir.

Big plans
for the weekend, Commander?

Not anymore.