All language subtitles for Sniper 1 (1993 - 720p WebRip)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SQUAWKS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

BECKETT: Range me.

PAPICH: Three to
five on the legs.

(VEHICLES APPROACHING)

BECKETT: They're coming.

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

BECKETT: Scan them.
Find Cabrera.

PAPICH: At the Jeep.
Designer sunglasses.

BECKETT: You sure that's him?

PAPICH: I'm reading his rank

and name tag.

He's moving.

BECKETT: Six-5-0. Range me.

PAPICH: Range correct, 6-5-0.

BECKETT: When he
clears the civilians

he's mine.

(SCREAMING AND SHOUTING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(GUNS FIRING CONTINUOUSLY)

(GUNFIRE CEASES)

Anything?

Nothing.

Two more hours.

Damn, I hate the downtime.

Well, you have a leave
coming up, don't you?

Yeah.

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

(HELICOPTER NEARING)

That can't be our extraction.

Ah, those dipshits.

I told them no daylight.

Should I pop smoke?

No. Come on. Let's
get out of here

before those cheesedicks page
us over the P.A. System.

(HELICOPTER NEARING)

Come on! Come on!

(GUNSHOT FIRING)

(GUNS FIRING CONTINUOUSLY)

You're fucking crazy!

He's gone down!

Wait!

Come back here!

Beckett!

(GUN FIRING CONTINUOUSLY)

Why didn't you let the door
gunner sweep it out first?

My spotter is dead because
you assholes got here early.

I asked for a night extraction.

I ought to leave you out
there, you son of a bitch.

We'll be needing both
of those, Gunny.

He only needs one.

(AUTOMATIC GUN FIRING)

Colonel Weymuth, this
is Richard Miller.

He'll be our man in Panama.

Mr. Miller. Heard
a lot about you.

Come on, sit down.

Intelligence indicates

there is a major coup

planned for election
day in Panama.

Colombian drug lord, Raul
Ochoa is bankrolling it.

His plan is to put in

rebel general, Miguel
Alvarez, in power.

We have less than one week

to prevent that.

With Alvarez running the country

Ochoa could very easily gain
access to the Panama Canal.

We have only one shot at Alvarez

and it is absolutely critical
that we eliminate the general

prior to next week's elections.

Now, this operation won't
bear congressional scrutiny.

It must be completely covert.

You won't be getting a
medal for this, Richard,

but there will be other
tangible benefits.

The first one's Alvarez.

Most recent photo was
taken ten days ago.

The ponytail's Ochoa.

Ochoa is never seen
outside of Colombia.

That's Alvarez's hacienda.
That's where you'll find him.

That's your shooter.

Master Gunnery Sergeant
Thomas Beckett.

He's the Marine Corps' top man.

He's logged more time

in the jungle than
any other sniper.

On this particular mission

your function is
to be his spotter.

Mr. Miller, should
anything happen to Beckett

your duty would be to
eliminate Alvarez personally.

Don't worry about having
to shoot anybody, Richard.

Beckett is the best.

I'm sure it wouldn't
come to that.

I may not have any kills

but I have had men in my sights.

Good.

We're giving you rank
on this one, G.S. Nine.

The mission is under
your command.

It's your responsibility.

Good luck, Richard.

Consider it done.

Gentlemen.

Uh, Miller...

One last thing.

This assignment is critical.

If at any point Beckett
becomes a liability

or he endangers this
mission's covert status

you're going to have
to take him out.

(RADIO PLAYING ROCK AND ROLL)

Senor, viste, viste. Buy one.

MAN: The embassy is pleased.

They'll mark Cabrera
"Confirmed kill, classified"

on your service jacket.

We're very sorry
about your spotter.

BECKETT: It was a rebel
sniper that got Papich.

He's still out there.

You know, Washington
is really excited

about these upcoming elections.

Why is that, sir?

Our policy is to
see this country

have a freely
elected government.

That could happen in
a couple of months.

You know it will be the
usual damned thing.

People will be too
scared to vote.

Well...

Whatever you and I
may think, Tom,

Washington feels this
is the right time

to go after the
rebel leadership.

You're sending it my way, sir?

Yes, I am.

We're getting a little long in the
tooth for this kind of thing, Tom,

but I figure this would
make a great capper

for a fine career.

Now the National
Security Council

is sending a guy along
to help a shooter.

He's coming with full plans.

A civilian?

Just hold on. Wait a minute.
Take a look.

The army shooting team, plucked
him right out of ROTC.

He took a silver in
the '88 Olympics.

After his discharge,
the NSC Assigned him

to a Washington, D.C. SWAT team.

It's all in there. Take a look.

Has he ever been in a jungle?

Does he speak any Spanish?

This is not a matter of choice.

Just trust me.

Anybody the NSC Sends down here
is going to be fully qualified.

(HUMMING)

Hey, yo!

What do you got
in there, anyway?

A bassoon.

A bassoon.

With the Marine
Corps band, right?

Exactly.

New psy-ops strategy.

We're going to charm the
rebels like snakes.

Whip a charm on this.

Shit, Ripoly!

Whip a charm. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, take a swig.

It'll burn through
that frost you got.

Ripoly!

Give me your battle dressing.

Give me your battle dressing!

Jesus Christ.

We got wounded.

Jesus Christ!

Baker, stand by, stand by.

Shit, we're hit!

Where is he? Anyone
got a visual?

There he is. Kill him!

On your side. Get him.

You'll get us all killed.

Take it down.

For Christ's sake, take it down.

He's shooting at us.

Godammit! Use your
fucking weapon!

Look out.

(SCREAMING)

We're gonna die!

Oh, God, we're gonna die!

(SCREAMING)

SOLDIER: Kill him.

Get us out of here.

Come on. There he is.

Get him!

Come on, let's go!

Come on!

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Jesus Christ! You got him
with a sniper rifle.

Yeah.

SOLDIERS: * Just to
make Panama green

* Left, right, yay-o

* Left, right, yay-o... *

How about a game?

I got a game.

Can I get a beer?

Coming up.

Hey.

So, you're going down
south, towards the border?

I'm not at liberty to
discuss my mission.

How do you feel about hanging
on a charm bracelet?

Come again?

You better take a good
look at Master Beckett's

dog tag collection.

Got any money?

Yeah, I'll play for money.

I said I already got a game.

I'm talking about
holding onto your cash

while you're out in the jungle.

Better do it, man.

Those rebels can fund
a whole offensive

on what they take off you.

I'm ready for a game now.

He doesn't have time for a game.

G.S. Nine 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.

MILLER: What's that?

Sometimes these shells

get nicks and burrs on them.

This little son of a bitch will
take your head off at 1,000 yards.

Have you had a chance to look
over our operations plan?

Yeah, I have, but I want
to study it a little more.

Forget the specifics.
How about an overview?

We'll get to that later.

I have a few things
I have to do.

See you at 5.0, 500.

Having had.

Having had what?

Breakfast.

Miller.

This is Corporal
Papich's gillie suit.

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

Is that our ride?

BECKETT: No. That's our ride.

I thought this was a
deep jungle insertion.

Don't we do that by chopper?

Yeah, that's the usual S.O.P.

But those asshole
rudderheads at battalion...

They've fucked with
me one time too many.

We're going to have
to walk it in.

(MEN SINGING IN SPANISH)

My fiancée.

You married?

What's that?

Got it out of a catalog

when I was with D.C. Swat.

We called it "Gucci-flage."

"Gucci-flage."

You're going to wear that?

Yeah.

Let me see it.

Nice shot.

Ain't no room for Peter
Pan on this hunt.

You wear Corporal Papich's
tree togs that I gave you.

What the hell are those for?

Respect.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

MILLER: I 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.

(CHUCKLES)

What?

What, I missed a spot?

Come on, on your feet.

I had a lot of swat
training, all right?

Urban anti-terrorist tactics.

I've never actually
done a creep.

The army ever put
you in the jungle?

If you call deepest, darkest
North Carolina a jungle, yeah.

You want to survive this, right?

One answer to that.

If you do as I tell
you to the letter,

I think you got a chance.

Whoa, okay? Hold on.

You may have a hell of a lot
more experience than I do,

but with all due respect, Gunny,

this mission is NSC.

Meaning, I still have rank,
whether you see it or not.

Sorry, but I don't have
to take orders from you.

Fair enough.

You want to take point?

You're doing fine.

I got it.

You sure?

Yeah. Go ahead.

Argh!

Goddamn!

You all right, son?

Yeah.

Son of a bitch!

Hey...

Relax. You did okay. Oh, thanks.

Is there a wrong way to fall
down a fucking mountain?

Your weapon, Miller.

It's your life.

You knew that, and you saved it.

You're learning, son.

Beckett. Hmm?

Our drop point from
the railway was east.

Now, now we're
heading west, here.

I know that.

Well, that's not the plan.

The plan was no good.

Uh, what?

We're changing directions.

Okay. I was given
very specific orders

by the staff at the NSC.

Now, first it indicated
a chopper insertion

which we won't get into.

Then, we were supposed
to head east...

Due east.

You think Washington knows the best
way to get through this jungle?

You think they know which streams are
flooded, and impossible to cross?

Which trails are mined
or booby-trapped?

What I know about
this place, son

is 'cause I'm here.

Hup. Changing directions.

Good. North.

Holy shit.

What the hell is that?

"Hotel Europa."

What kind of wacko
builds a hotel...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Beckett...

Oh.

Sure is a hell of a
lucky break for us.

(PULLS TRIGGER)

Descargado. Descargado.
(LAUGHING)

I got ammo and he's laughing?

(CHUCKLING)

Ease up, young agent.

They've been with us
since we left the train.

You drop the hammer on him, we'll be
dead before we even take 10 steps.

Hola, cacique. Que tal?

Hola.

Quien es este?

El?

El es Rambo-tito.

Rambo-tito? (LAUGHING)

Los ojos.

Quiero los ojos.

He wants my eyes?

He means anteojos.

Your shooting glasses.

Give them to him.

Why?

Because he likes them.

Fuck him.

Look...

This area's swarming with rebel patrols.
These Indians can help us avoid them.

Give him the glasses.

May you go blind.

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

MILLER: Following these
Indians is fucking crazy.

Their agenda works with ours.

Their agenda? What agenda?

Did you see how Cacique's hand? Did
you see the way it was cut up?

The animal who did
that is El Cirujano.

"The Surgeon."

He's headed this way and
we're gonna take him out.

In return, they'll lead
us past the rebel patrol.

We'll cut hours off our time.

Our mission isn't about
assassinating people for Indians.

El Cirujano is listed as
a target of opportunity.

That means, we see
him, we take him out.

Where? It's not in my orders.

Cirujano is gonna be
at this river up ahead

and Miller, you're designated
hitter on this one, so batter up.

Wait, now hold on a second!

I'm not buying into this.

And I don't buy
that you shot a man

from a moving helicopter.

That's got nothing
to do with anything.

You're going to look
Cirujano right in the eyes,

you're gonna put a bullet
through his fucking heart

because until I see you kill a man,
you're a liability to this mission.

That's not my purpose here!

Maybe, but when we get
to Alvarez's hacienda

there's gonna be two targets.

What?

Yeah, that's right.

Intelligence changes
all the time.

Alvarez is setting up a meeting
with a man called Raul Ochoa.

He's a Colombian drug lord
that's financing the rebels.

We got a chance
to get them both.

Where does this
information come from?

Any new intelligence has
to come through me.

A local contact, Father Ruiz.

He's a priest in the
village of Sangre.

He'll give us specifics on the
meeting when we get there.

BECKETT: Wind coming
off the water at 3:00.

One click right.

Make that two clicks.

MILLER: Which one is he?
I can't tell who he is.

BECKETT: He's the baseball fan.

He's a fucking American.

He's a fucking spook.

Ex-CIA.

I met him once up
in El Salvador.

Now he's an enforcer for
the cocaine monkeys.

I'll take out the lieutenant.

You concentrate on him.

Now put a fucking bullet
through his heart.

Do it.

Feel the rush.

Miller.

Breathe.

Nail that motherfucker now!

What the hell did you
just do, sniper?

I just wanted to show you
that I owned that situation.

Bullshit.

You fired a spoiler.

You saw him go down. He's dead.

I didn't see shit! I
didn't see him hit.

For Christ's sake, you
gave him a warning shot.

I hit him.

I had him in my sights.
There's no doubt about it.

You better be right.

From now on, one shot, one kill.

No exceptions.

You understand?

Lo siento, Cacique.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

What? Now they
blame us for this?

No.

But this sure as hell
ain't going to help us.

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(WHISPERING) Beckett?

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(WHISPERING) Patrol.

You really get off on this
shit, don't you, Beckett?

Uh, it's just a job.

I don't think about it much.

So that's the secret,
not thinking.

Right.

(SIGHS) Miller...

What are you doing here?

This assignment was supposed
to be a piece of cake.

You're in, you're out you go
home and reap the rewards.

The Washington brass
loves this shit.

Of course, they never said anything
about a goddamn jungle creep

that's for sure.

Yeah, well, most guys wouldn't.

Seems so far away.

What?

My life.

I read your dossier
before I came.

You had 74 confirmed kills.

It's not about numbers.

The only one that really
mattered was the first one.

That was the toughest
one for you, right?

First one?

Yeah.

But 74, that's...

A lot of faces to carry around.

Yeah, well...

You put them in the
back of your mind...

(CLEARING THROAT) And
you just keep on going.

That's great until they decide not
to stay in the back of your mind.

You may find this
hard to believe

but I'll take a nice office on
the hill over this shit any day.

Sitting in an office, giving
other men orders to kill

ain't no different than putting
a bullet in a man's heart.

Let me tell you something.

It's the same goddamn thing.

(GUNS FIRING IN DISTANCE)

You hear that? An AK.

I know that hammer recoil.

Yeah, and I think I know
who that single shot is.

He's behind us.

Who is this guy?

I think he's the guy
that killed Papich.

It ain't the first time
he's been on my trail.

He's a Panamanian I trained.

His name is Desilva

and now he's a
fucking mercenary.

This is ridiculous.
I can't sleep here.

It's a good spot.

Stagnant.

River flukes, leaches, malaria.

He'd never think anybody would
be stupid enough to hide here.

Except us.

Just take your horse pill

and don't take a piss.

The bugs will swim right
up through your dick.

Good night.

(GUN FIRING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(PANTING)

Tough, huh?

(PANTING)

He's there.

And he's out of range, damn it!

I'm looking right at the
ridge we came over.

I don't see a damn thing.

That's because he's
smarter than you.

Come over here.

Glance down to the
bottom of the finger.

Sweep up to your left

at your 11:00, halfway.

MILLER: Got him.

Heading west.

He's lost us.

Wrong.

He's just doing

what he was trained to do.

He's circling our flank,
coming around us.

Gaining some ground.

He'll be waiting
for us somewhere.

He'll know exactly where we are.

We have to take him out.

Taking a break? Mmm-hmm.

Makes it sensitive.

Marries my finger to
the trigger break.

What are you going to
do, a pedicure next?

I guess some men are
born to this work

and others aren't.

It may be your career choice,
pal, but it ain't mine.

This career chooses a man.

Ain't the other way around.

Well, like I said,
I got other plans.

Yeah?

I had plans.

Still do.

What is it?

I'm working on
something back home.

Where you from?

Montana.

Bozeman.

Oh, shit. I went to
university there.

Miller, don't jerk me off.
I'm not in the mood.

I'm not.

Freshman and sophomore year.

I would have stayed longer
but skiing killed my grades.

Huh.

Well, I'll be damned.

You, uh, you wouldn't
happen to know

a little town called
Livingston would you?

Sure.

Well, uh...

There's a stream nearby
up in the hills.

It's... I don't know,

three klicks east
of the interstate.

You follow that, and
you come to this, uh

rock basin, like a quarry
pit, but not as deep.

Found that when I was a kid.

Anyway, it's fed by a tributary

of the Madisons

and it's the best damn steelhead
fishing in the world.

I plan to go back there, and...

I don't know, start a
little fishing camp

a guide operation, whatever.

When's the last time
you were there?

Couple years ago.

Damn it, Gunny, a couple
of years ago, they...

That whole area was
levelled seven years ago.

They got a high school there.

Your pond is buried. They got
a tennis court on that site.

We're not talking
about the same place.

You know we are

whether you admit it or not.

Beckett, killing's all
you got, isn't it?

What is it?

BECKETT: Something
is wrong here.

God.

What kind of...

Who would do
something like that?

I'd say the man you had dead
in your sights did this.

You don't know it
as El Cirujano.

It was probably one
of Alvarez's men.

They probably found out
what the priest was doing.

He must have told
them everything.

That means they're going
to be waiting for us.

Maybe, but if he
told them everything

why didn't they hit us here?

Hacienda's only
three klicks away.

We should make our
shots easy at dawn.

What? This mission is over.

Our contact is dead.

All we do now is get
the hell out of here.

I've never turned back on a mission
in my life and I ain't starting now.

That's gung-ho bullshit.

Without the specifics,
it's a suicide mission.

They're all suicide missions. I wouldn't
be out here unless I was ready to die.

Now, we've got our location,
we've got our targets

and we've got a time frame.

You're out of your fucking mind.

I'm not going.

I've had enough of your mewling.

Shut your fucking mouth!

I'm not going with you, Beckett.

The hell you aren't. You don't
have any choice about it.

It will never work!

We're going where they'll
never expect us.

Jarhead. Fucking flattop lifer.

BECKETT: We camp here.

We'll make our final approach

to the hacienda at dawn.

Wait a minute, okay?

Now, at the village you said
that we were three klicks away

from the hacienda.

Okay, now, that's three klicks.

Now, we walking for miles.

We don't walk in straight lines.

Now, get some sleep.
I'll take first watch.

Move out at 0400.

You can sleep here.

Argh!

Son of a bitch! You
used me as bait?

You were never really
in any danger.

(SIGHS)

BECKETT: We're about
100 yards up.

This is our rendezvous point.

If I don't show

you cross-country it
to the nearest river

follow it down
stream to the coast.

Whatever.

Hacienda, 12:00.

Most logical position would be

to take our shots from
that treeline over there

but they're gonna
be expecting that

so somehow we got
to get in the clear

to make our shots.

When Ochoa arrives

I figure we got ten
seconds after they greet

and then we drop them

and we got to fire our
shots simultaneously

or they're gonna vector
in on our positions.

Here's Ochoa.

He's yours.

There's a clear shot from
that metal utilities shed

and you got fair coverage there.
That's your position.

I'll be on the other
side of the village.

We'll both be...

Thousand yards out.

You listening, Miller?

Get below.

Miller?

There better not be any doubt
about your shot this time.

One shot, one kill.

This ain't a fucking
game out here.

You blow it, and I'll...

You'll what?

You'll kill me?

Go on, say it, Beckett.

You just get it right.

(MACHINERY RATTLING)

You son of a bitch.

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

You lying bastard.

Fucking truck's
blocking my shot.

What are you doing?

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(BARKING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(GUARDS SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Estamos aqui.

BECKETT: Where is he?

Ah, shit, Miller.

You're out in the open.

Shit, Miller,
someone's seen you.

Flores, vengan, vengan.

(SHOUTING)

MILLER: What are you doing?

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

Argh!

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

Alvarez.

(GROANING)

Hola.

Ochoa.

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

Ten, nine...

Eight, seven...

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

Lady, move.

(GRUNTING)

One...

One. Beckett. One.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING) (GUNS FIRING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(MEN CHATTERING AND YELLING)

(GUN FIRING)

Ah, shit.

Did you get Ochoa?

Yes, I got Ochoa!

What happened to you? What the
hell were you doing in that barn?

It doesn't matter.

We got to try and get back
and hit Alvarez after dark.

What, another shot?

What are you, fucking crazy?

I got my kill! I'm
out of this mission!

There's still two
targets left...

That's because you fucked up!

You son of a bitch! He
had the drop on you!

He had you in his cross
hairs, and I took him out!

Fuck you! I'm not ending up
on your fucking key chain!

(GRUNTING)

(LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GUN FIRING)

Give it up, Miller!

(GUN FIRING)

BECKETT: You're losing it!
Pull it together!

(GUN FIRES)

Beautiful.

(GUN COCKS)

No te muevas.

(CLICKING)

(CLICKING)

(LAUGHING)

Miller.

It's over.

I'm out of bullets.

Do it.

So come on and
shoot me, already.

Do you feel the rush?

Well, I felt it.

I felt it when I had
you in my crosshairs.

After you pull the trigger...

When the rush is over...

It hurts.

Doesn't it?

The hurt you're feeling
now ain't the worst pain.

The worst thing...

Is not feeling the hurt anymore.

You'll get past this.

You'll get by.

Hey.

You can still go home.

(LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Miller...

We got to get out of here.
I'll cover you.

No.

Son. I'm getting you out of here.
Now go.

Hey.

I'll be right behind you.

Move it.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GROANING)

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(JEEP APPROACHING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Tell me who you are.

Lee Harvey Oswald.

We've been looking for you.

Hijo de puta.

You've hurt our cause.

Well, fuck you and
fuck your cause.

Es el Beckett.

Well...

All things come to he who waits.

Right, Beckett?

Long time no see.

See if there's any others.

Oh, Beckett and I are going
to have a long talk.

We'll hear about everything.

(GROANS)

Amarren las manos.

Everyone back to the hacienda.

Vuelvan a la hacienda.

Muchacho!

Feel the trigger, sniper.

It will be the last time.

So, where did you
leave your partner?

(SCREAMING)

Now you targeted Ochoa.

A Colombian civilian.

Is the U.S. Military now moving
against the Colombian cartel?

(SPITS)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

Thomas Beckett, Master
Gunnery Sergeant

United States Marine Corps!

I like your dedication, Beckett.

It's a challenge.

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

(BODY DROPS)

Wake up. Don't die
on me yet, Beckett.

I'm just starting to have fun.

Miller.

Wait.

Wait?

Please.

One shot, two kills.

One shot... Two kills?

A man in your organization.

What?

A man...

What?

Move.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

I'm gonna go one klick,
can you make it?

Yeah.

Let's go.

One minute to rendezvous. They
better be there. Take her down.

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

Beckett, go!

Give me that rifle.
I'll cover you.

Go on! That's an order.

Miller!

Beckett!

Let's go!

Beckett.

There's always Montana.