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Jesus!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

You sons of bitches!

-You almost blew my head off!
-Sorry, Beckett,
we didn't mean to!

What's wrong with you?

I saw something.

I thought I saw it too.

Christ, man.

You thought you saw something?

I saw a deer, maybe.

BECKETT: A deer, maybe.

Do I look like a fucking deer
to you, asswipe?

-Probably lost.
No, they are lost.

-Shit, now
I've gotta go find them.
-Shouldn't be too difficult

you being the great
white hunter and all.

-You can't just
leave like this.
-Watch me.

They'll want refunds.
It's coming out of your check.

Fine. I'm tired of dealing
with assholes who pay
to shoot caged animals.

Oh, not sporting enough
for you, eh?

I suppose the people
you picked off had
a better chance?

Every man I killed could
as easily have killed me.

Ahh, Military Intelligence.

Thomas Beckett?

Do I know you?

I'm Colonel Dan McKenna.
This is James Eckles.
He's with the...

BECKETT: CIA?

How'd you know?

I don't know. You just
kind of got that look,
you know.

Do you have a minute for us,
Mr. Beckett?

Sorry.

Boy, you've bounced around
a bit since your discharge.

Had trouble holding a job.

Trouble holding a
relationship, trouble sleeping
past 6 am in the morning.

Trouble adjusting.
Trouble with my pension...

Mr. Beckett.

Sir.

I understand the transition
can be difficult,
and I'm sorry.

But that's not what
we're here to discuss.

You won
the Kodiak marksmanship
tournament last month.

You beat the Marine Corps team
and seven SWAT members.

So?

What are you,
the awards committee?

-No. We need a sniper,
a good one.
-The best.

Didn't my dossier happen to
mention my medical discharge,
unfit for duty?

Apparently they made
a mistake.

How is it your proposition
entails hiring a 50 year-old
former scout sniper?

Can we talk about this?

Everyone figures
the Balkans are clean since
we took Milosevic down.

But there are others like him
waiting for us
to turn our backs.

Our Intelligence has tracked
resistance mobilizing in what
NATO calls ''no man's land.''

They're led by a rogue general
named Mulik Valstoria.

He's commander of what
he likes to call the
''23rd Home Guard.''

Look, this guy is running
a stealth operation

of ethnic cleansing
in Muslim towns along
the border.

We're removing the general
before it escalates
into something bigger.

Well, why me?

Why not Heister or Baker?
Those two jarheads
are still doing tours.

-This one's off the books.
-You've got
an impressive career.

Former record holder
on the long shot, 1.1 miles.

Baker broke it.
Hit an al-Qaeda
guard at 1.24 miles.

No, the record's 1.47.

A Cuban general
near Guantanamo Bay.

A Cuban general hit a man
at a mile and a half?

I killed a Cuban general
at a mile and a half.

That's the record,
for the record.

Look,
I'm not gonna bullshit you.

This is gonna be tough.

You mean suicide.

ECKLES: We've got
good intelligence.

There's a group of separatists
in Gilau that'll help you.

I used to do this because
I was following orders

but what's in it for me?

The risk is great.
We're authorized to offer
you anything you like.

Anything.
Anything?

Look here.

If you're willing
to offer me anything

then I have to assume
that you don't plan
to pay off.

You've already chalked me up
for dead.

Yeah.

But then I look around here,
and...

So you'll do it?

You know, whenever I do die,
I want it to be as a Marine.

So, what I want
is my former rank back.

I wouldn't expect
you to understand that,
but I know you do, sir.

So do we have a deal?

Yes, we do,
master gunnery sergeant.

Roger that, sir.

All right,

a mission like this
into hostile territory,
gotta be a two-man operation.

So, what I want
is a good observer.

Colonel McKenna.

Good. Send him in.

He's here. They brought him
straight from the plane.

How is a man in the joint for
killing a federal officer
is suddenly cut loose?

It's not easy, believe me.

It seems to me he'll stick out
like a sore thumb.

Come in.

Good Afternoon, sir.
Reporting with Mr. Cole
as ordered, sir.

Thank you, gunny.

Sit down, Mr. Cole.

Freedom.

Shall I refresh your memory?

I don't need no refreshing.

One mission.

If I fail or try to escape
or even take a shit where
you say I can't,

it's back to death row, right?

Master Gunnery Sergeant
Beckett, meet Jake Cole.

I don't think he likes me.

Must be that Army thing.

No.

Colonel, Mr. Eckles,
may I have a word
with this man in private?

By all means,
master gunnery sergeant.

Says here you speak the lingo
where we're going.

-Former Delta man,
85-41 out of Quantico.

Urban sniper, SOTG.

Seven real-world missions.

Four as an observer,
three as a shooter.

Three confirmed.

Couple questions, sergeant.

We're at 750 yards
at a 19-degree angle.

What's the difference between
the points of aim and impact?

How tall's the target, man?

Five feet, 10 inches.

23.17 inches high.

And you'll need to dial six
up three.

And when your time comes,
what will you say?

I ain't gonna say nothing.
I'll just shut up
and die like a soldier.

PILOT: Roger. Verify
touchdown of Snake Eater
at ballpark at 1500. Over.

OBSERVER: Roger. Touchdown
Snake Eater. Big Eye verifying
ballpark is clear. Over.

PILOT: Roger. I copy. Out.

You ever try using
one of these?

No. Still use a compass.

Just old-school, I guess.

Rendezvous points, radio freqs
as per S.O.P.

PILOT: Two minutes out.
Initiating approach.

Roger that.

Once again, we drop in here,
seven clicks from Gilau.

At St. Stephan's church,
we meet our contact.

The partisans will provide us
with weapons and photos.

It's too bad
it's not the Basilica.
I'd like to see that.

Say again?

The Basilica of Gilau.

It's one of the most beautiful
Byzantine churches
in Eastern Europe.

I spent a lot of time reading
travel books
and shit in prison.

I must have read every AAA
guide and National Geographic
ever printed.

Why?

To keep the dream alive.

It's pretty easy to let
them break you
in the house.

Most guys on the row
are actually looking forward
to the day they die.

We're here to put
a bullet in a man
and let God sort it out.

You better just pray we get
out of this country alive.

All your dream shit
stops here.

PILOT: 30 seconds to drop.

Roger.

RADIO OPERATOR: Snake Eater,
specify transmission. Over.

OFFICER:
Getting a lot of interference.

PILOT: Home run.
Snake Eater out.

Any problems?

Negative.

They should make contact
at 1630.

Remove your cover.

She's our contact.

Goddamn!

Get on your knees, son,

while I pray for your soul.

My name is Sophia.

We were expecting
someone older.

Not many people grow old
in this business.

Did you bring our package?

The photo of Valstoria
is only a few days old.

The others are of
the buildings around
the Ministry of Defense.

The one with the corner window
is very high and close.

A clear shot.

I think maybe that is
where you want to be.

I'll decide that.

It's nearly 300 meters away.

Maybe it's too far.

-Three hundred
and twenty-six yards.
-I agree with her.

As much as I don't like it,
we should be closer
to the action.

You just call it,
I'll hit it.

Valstoria arrives at
the ministry every other
morning, 7:30 exactly.

He will walk up the steps.

It's six meters
from the car to the building.

-And he's 184
centimeters tall?
-Yes.

I'll need a guitar case.

As you can see, the streets
in this part of the city
are very narrow and old.

It will not be easy to escape.

Sergeant Beckett's rifle
was our one priority.

That's the best we have
with our limitations.

No, it'll do just fine.

I must leave to make sure
everything is arranged.

The city will be in chaos.
You need to get to the church.

It's built on top
of Roman catacombs.

We can move beneath the city.

BECKETT: We'll get to
the church on time.

You just make sure
you're there.

What he means is, thank you.

Okay.

That Sophia...

Not what I expected.

Stay in the bubble.

If the diversion device works,
we've got five minutes.

I want you shadowing me.
No sightseeing. Understood?

-Roger that.
-Get your gear together.
Let's go.

Three hundred
and twenty-eight yards.
Give me three up one.

I've got wind coming
from the right at four to six.

Of course, that could change
in the morning.
East is at our backs.

Sunrise is at 0637.

We could have some shadows on
the target from
the buildings at 0730.

Rig the diversion device.
Let's get out of here.

Where do we take
the shot from?

From the window
she suggested.

It is the perfect position.

Catch any Z's?

No.

All right.

And who are you, my friend?

Two hundred
and eighteen yards.
Give me two up one.

Full-value wind is
one to three.
Give me a half left.

-I got a five-degree angle.
-Don't worry about that.
It's not enough of an angle.

You never asked me
why I did it.

-Why I killed
that motherfucker.

Well, I don't condone it.

I just don't care enough about
you to want to know.

-You got a real way about you,
don't you, master guns?
-Uh-huh.

They're here.

Black Mercedes with escorts.

Right on schedule.

Bastard doesn't know
he's got less than a minute.

If he moves,
give me half a mil lead.

Roger.

Same.
Wind?

Target's out and moving.

Ready.

Diversion's set.
Head shot. Fire.

What's up?

Nothing. Ready.

Are you sure?

Just keep your eye
on the scope
and shut the fuck up.

Okay.

Center chest.

Fire!

Target's down.

Shit.

Shit, they made us.

There is no goddamn way
they can see us up here.

All right, let's break down
the hide and didi out of here.

Four blocks,
we reach the church.

Negative.
We should spilt up.

Keep your sidearm in your hand
hands in your pocket.

They're looking for two men.
Maybe separate

They'll be looking
at everyone. Stick together,
we cover each other.

Three more blocks.

What?
Uh-uh.

Change of plans.

Cover him.

We've got company!

Coming up fast!

Left! Left!

Cole!
What are you doing?

Get out of the street!

You dumb son of a bitch.

Beckett didn't make it
to the extraction point.

Was he captured?

Negative.

Our people report
only Cole in custody.

Is Beckett dead?

It doesn't really matter.
Op's still on track.

Where are the others?

You're not alone.

No one takes
a shot like that alone.

So who is with you?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

So you think

being in here is

funny.

Not really.

United Nations?

Americans?

British?

Russian?

Do I look Russian to you?

What are you doing?
You shouldn't have come here.

We ran into a problem.

Come in.

You should have gone to
the church.

They took your partner.

Is he still alive?

Yes.

On TV, they say his capture
will prove to the world

that we are the victims
of United Nations atrocities.

Where are they holding him?

Sponza prison.

I've never heard of that.

No one has, not in your world.

It's a secret place
where Valstoria's men imprison
their special enemies.

We have to figure a way
to get him out.

It's impossible.

Nothing's impossible.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Of course not.

Let me talk to some people.

Maybe there's a way.

Pavel.

Pavel.

Pavel!

Don't say anything.
Just nod occasionally.

What did you say?

That if you got drunk again
tonight and were a bad lover

I was going to leave you.

BECKETT: All these arms
are from World War II.

Some of it, yes.

What are they doing here?

My grandfather fought
the Germans.

My father,
against the Communists.
Now it's our turn.

Mauser 792.

It's an antique,
but one of the finest weapons
the Germans ever made.

Yes.

I guess it'll do.

Cole's in.

The hit on Valstoria's
got them running scared,
as planned.

They should move
our primary target soon.

-How do we know Cole
made contact?
-We don't.

All right. Let's finish this.

Will this do?

MAN: Sophia!
I think it'll do.

It's okay.
These are my brothers,
Vojislav and Zoran.

This is Sergeant Beckett.

The American who
crashes streetcars?

Say again in English.

There is great concern
over Valstoria's killing.

The American prisoner
and several others will be
moved to Pozarevac.

Pozarevac is a fortress,
impenetrable.

Once they take him,
he'll be executed.

Okay. Get me five men,
your best shooters

and I'll need a map.

What's so funny?

There is no one to help you
except us.

Yes.

You people
are the entire underground?

Yes.

Okay.

Get me your best shooter.

It's me.

Hurrah.

You're Pavel, right?

When the time comes,
just do as I say.

He's in the other truck.

Weapon!

Who the hell is he?

COLE: That's classified.

Classified, my ass.
Get rid of him.

Calm down, Beckett.

No! We're on a mission.

We're not here
to make new friends.

Your mission is over.

It ended when
you killed Valstoria.

This man is mine.

What do you mean, yours?

My mission.

Get captured, find this man

and bring him out of
the country.

Your mission was
just a setup for mine.

Are you all in this together?

Don't act like this is the
first time the government's
ever fucked you over.

You made it out.
Why'd you come back?

I had my reasons.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't
have done the same for you.

I guess this is a conversation
for another time.

Whatever your reasons,
my friend, I'm grateful.

OFFICER: Satellite uplink
beginning in three.

Yeah?
Colonel?

This one looks interesting.
Something coming
out of the region.

This is a raw feed
from Atlanta.
CNN's on the scene.

Some kind of terrorist attack.

What do we know?

Four military vehicles,
one transport...

Seven, maybe eight bodies.

Ours?

No. Soldiers.

-Scramble a chopper.
We got an evac in three hours.
-Yes sir.

What was this place?

An old ironworks.

The government brought
Muslims here to work
the ore mines...

and then killed them.

Generals and majors,
fools and idiots.

What is it

10 minutes.
How much longer?

A long time in your word
of precious seconds.

Yeah, too long.

There's a rooftop extraction.

Absolutely.
Is it safe?

Son of a bitch! Where to now?

The sewers will
take us to the river.

BECKETT: They're sure
interested in
getting you back.

What did you do
to piss them off?

I'm a writer.
I challenge authority.

They put me away
but they can't contain truth.

They can kill you.

I die, my words become more
powerful. My thoughts become
realities. They want me alive.

SOPHIA: Me too.
I'm going back up.

No. You lead them out.

That's crazy, man.
You can't help him now.

Maybe not, but I can
slow them down for you.

That's suicide, man.

I don't care.

Dr. Pavel is my country.
If I die,
don't make it in vain.

Okay, this way.

WOMAN OVER SPEAKER: Though
our nations are different,
you have our heartfelt...

What is it?

MAN: Your condolences
are appreciated...

but your help
is unnecessary...

unless you can name the
Americans responsible.

WOMAN: What are you saying?

MAN: They've taken something
very important from us.

Something we want back.

When we find them
They will be placed
on trial...

and their executions
televised worldwide.

I know American
people's passions.

What will they say when
their sons are hanging from
the end of a rope?

Come on.

What in the hell was that?

One of our birds picked it up
about an hour ago.

A call from Leskovic,
who says he's head of the NNB,
whatever that is.

The other voice?

An aide who took the call from
our Romanian ambassador.

Does the White House know?

Not yet.

-They will not be happy.
-There's always
a price to pay.

(MAN SPEAKING OVER
WALKIE

What's up?

Shoot him and you let
everybody know where we are.

Okay.

(MAN SPEAKING OVER
WALKIE

PAVEL: We can go to Komra.
It's a Muslim village.

My friend Nauzad
is there to help us.

All right, wait a minute.
How far is this Komra?

Maybe 10 kilometers.

If we leave now,
we can be there
before the sun rises.

ALL right.

It's time she goes.

No.

Look, I'm not gonna play
fuck-fuck games with you.

She goes...

and you live
to fight another day.

He's right.

Take care of yourself,
Mr. Cole.

Goodbye.

Yeah. Good...

COLE: Got a light on upstairs.

BECKETT: Got it.

How well did you say
you know this guy?

Nauzad and I are old friends.

The kind you trust.

Nauzad.

Pavel.

Want to say again in English?

Of course.

We need some help, Nauzad.

We need to get to the...

Border.

There is a bus
from the village that
travels to Krizevci.

From there,
the border's a few kilometers.

I will drive you to the bus.

Thank you.

Stay here. I'll get my
brother's van.
Here are beds, a shower.

If you're hungry,
I'll make something.

We can manage.

You go.

Any updates?

Not for an hour.

What's their secondary?

Simand.

I suggest we
consider an abort.

Start working
on a cover story.

No, not yet.

Those are American soldiers.
We're not gonna abort.

I still don't
trust old Nauzad.
How about you?

I don't trust anybody.
That's why I'm still alive.

Look, I still don't know
why you did it...

but I owe you
for coming back for me.

You don't owe me shit.
Just leave me the fuck alone.

What, are you still pissed?

I had nothing to do
with their decision.

The important thing
is to finish the mission.

The mission

You mean remission.

What?

Remission of sin.

That's what this is.

What are you saying?

That's what
the spooks call it.

You kill someone,
you make an act of contrition.

In this case, that would be
your buddy Pavel.

Penance, and it doesn't matter
whether he lives or dies.

The debt's paid
and everybody walks away
with a clean conscience.

That's bullshit.

Bullshit?

That's the nature
of political killing.

Why do you think
they picked us?
Some kid on death row...

a beat-up, four-fingered
sniper whose eyes are going...

and it
doesn't matter if Pavel
makes it or we die trying...

because it's a great story
for CNN...

and they'll play it over
and over, 24 hours a day.

In the end they'll
forgive and forget...

there was some bad fucker
named Valstoria...

that took
a bullet in the chest
in the name of freedom.

Hey.

I'm not pissed off at you,
son.

I'm mad at myself.

I should have
seen this coming.

I guess it's age.

Well, how about that,
master guns?

You and me sharing
a moment together.

Who knows?

If we weren't doing this,
we might even be friends.

Friends...

Say, Beckett, how long
were you in the service?

Twenty-six years.

You ever think about
doing anything else?

Yeah. Yeah, I went to
school to be an engineer...

but I didn't have
the head for it.

So then I worked on
a ranch in Montana.

It didn't work out,
so I joined the Marines...

picked up a gun,
and guess what?
I was good.

From the shots I've seen,
you're better than good.

Being a Marine
is the one thing
I've done well.

Is that something
to be proud of?

Being the best at killing
another human being?

I kill people so that
others can live.

Like you, for instance.

PAVEL: There are other ways
to achieve peace...

other than through force.
Diplomatic ways.

BECKETT: Oh, yeah,
the diplomats.

Without the diplomats,
you wouldn't need soldiers.

We unscrew the problems
that diplomats make.

We have the same goal,
you and me.
A world free of hate.

I just hope to get
there without blood.

If you haven't figured it out,
freedom isn't free.

You realize McKenna
probably thinks we're dead.

Yeah, I guess so.

He's gonna shit when he
sees me walk in with Pavel.

How can there be traffic
in the middle of nowhere?

Nauzad.

He would die before
he told them anything.

How far do we have to go?

Maybe two or three hours.

Just got word from Langley.

He's a bit cold on Pavel.

Why does this not surprise me?

Also reports of heavy military
activity near the border
at Simand.

They're coming home.

Scramble a chopper.

BECKETT: Pavel?

Yes?

I want you to think hard...

and tell me the truth.

When you were
alone with Nauzad...

did you happen
to mention Simand?

No.

Good.

It's a fucking ghost town.

Muslims lived around
here for 600 years.

The Nazis tried
to wipe them out...

then the Communists
and the Serbs.

They were called the Modrus.

It means ''invincible.''

Why do this to them?

Language...

religion...

property, greed...

You choose.

Men kill other men...

and nobody knows why.

COLE: I don't care
what he says.

If I see something moving,
I'm shooting it.

PILOT OVER RADIO:
Verifying touchdown
of Snake Eater at LZ. Over.

OBSERVER: Roger touchdown,
Snake Eater. LZ is
clear at this time. Over.

What do you think?

I don't know.

COLE: What is it?

What's the matter?

I don't know.

I don't see anything, but...

You like to hunt, master guns?

As a kid.
I don't much care for it now.

Cole, I've got movement.

COLE: Get up. Come on.

How is he?

Flesh wound, upper arm.
He'll be okay.

Stay.

They're definitely not
conventional infantry.

Roger that. You okay?

-Yeah, but they're
crawling over us.
-Let's move out into town.

That town's gotta be hot.

You look here.
We got 30 minutes
to our rendezvous.

Now, you either go with me
or without me.

COLE: You ever seen
anything like this before?

Yeah, Lebanon...

when the Hezbollah took out
the Marine barracks in Beirut.

And the Nam.
Hue City, Tet Offensive.

Three weeks
of sleep deprivation,
endless rain...

endless death. Just shit.

That ought to be
on the recruiting poster.

''Join the Marines.

"Travel the world.

"Make new friends
and kill them.''

You look at this shit.
Buildings down, people dead.
Women, children...

You gotta draw
the line somewhere.

So does that make us
the good guys?

There are no good guys
in a war.

Knock off that shit.
We're going down there.

-Move out.
-Not the shitholes again.
Goddamn.

ALL right, this way.

Anybody know what day it is
in the real world?

Wednesday?

I'm supposed to die
on a Wednesday.

The first thing I'll do
when I get home...

is take a shower,
and get laid.

Not necessarily in that order.

Think that was just some shit
somebody left behind?

I don't know.

Claymore!

Goddamn it, my ears.

-They're gonna
bury us down here.
-Negative.

I put us somewhere just
outside the rendezvous point.

You take Pavel.
You get up top.

I'll provide cover
for extraction.

-That's suicide.
-I've said that
since the beginning.

Now, don't fight me on this,
son. Just do it.

Roger that, master guns.

Cole. Com-techs.

Cole, good to go?

Clear.

BECKETT: There's only one
shooter, middle of the block,
southeast corner.

Got you. Inside the church.

No.

Negative.

I want you to stand by.

You're here to protect
the package.

What did you mean, you were
going to die on a Wednesday?

I was sentenced to death
for killing a man.

I went through selection
with three other guys.

We were like brothers.

Called ourselves the Four
Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Couple of years back,
we went into Rostock
to help the DEA...

take out some big-time
Russian heroin drug lords.

Two separate missions.

We got ours, but their
mission was compromised.

My guys...

Left their heads
in an alley.

So who's this man you killed?

The DEA who betrayed us.

I can't prove that he did it,
but I know it was him.

Which one were you?

What?

Which horseman?

The fourth one, I guess.

''And his name was Death...

"and hell followed with him.''

''People sleep peacefully
in their beds at night...

"only because men stand
ready to do violence
on their behalf.''

No.
You write that?

Something by George Orwell.

He abhorred violence too.

But I guess he understood
when it became necessity.

Got you.

BECKETT: Cease fire!

You just gave away
your position!

We don't have much time!

Get back!

Pavel!

Oh, shit.

Talk to me.

Talk to me, kid.

I'm hit.

How bad?

My friend.

COLE OVER RADIO:
It wasn't supposed
to end like this.

Today was going to be
like my birthday.

Well, hang in there, son.
The helo's inbound.

COLE OVER RADIO:
You never told me...

why you came...

back for me.

I was in Panama...

captured and tortured...

and a young operative

like yourself saved my life.

I figured I owed him one.

But you came back for me.

BECKETT OVER RADIO:
You'd do the same for me.

Here he comes.

Let's go.

Look at me. I'm a mess!

Belay that. We're gonna
get you out of here.

Roger.
Good to go!

I'm so warm.

I thought I'd be cold.

Shouldn't I be cold?

The mission's over, son.
You're going home.

I don't mind dying.

I just didn't want
to die in that cage.

Freedom!