sn*per (1993)

[bunniefuu]

(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)

(g*ns f*ring)

(g*ns f*ring CONTINUOUSLY)

(g*nf*re 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!

(g*nsh*t f*ring)

(g*ns f*ring CONTINUOUSLY)

You're f*cking crazy!

He's gone down!

Wait!

Come back here!

Beckett!

(g*n f*ring 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.

(a*t*matic g*n f*ring)

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 sh*t 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 sh**t.

Master Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Beckett.

He's the Marine Corps' top man.

He's logged more time in the jungle than any other sn*per.

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 sh**t 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 k*ll, classified" on your service jacket.

We're very sorry about your spotter.

BECKETT: It was a rebel sn*per 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 sh**t.

He's coming with full plans.

A civilian?

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

The army sh**ting 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.

sh*t, 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.

sh*t, we're hit!

Where is he? Anyone got a visual?

There he is. k*ll him!

On your side. Get him.

You'll get us all k*lled.

Take it down.

For Christ's sake, take it down.

He's sh**ting at us.

Godammit! Use your f*cking w*apon!

Look out.

(SCREAMING)

We're gonna die!

Oh, God, we're gonna die!

(SCREAMING)

SOLDIER: k*ll 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 sn*per r*fle.

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 sn*per.

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 a*tillery and millions of rounds.

We'll wait days for one sh*t, one k*ll.

Well...

I guess it's a different version of w*r.

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 assh*le rudderheads at battalion...

They've f*cked 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 sh*t.

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 sh*t 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-t*rror1st 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!

g*dd*mn!

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 f*cking mountain?

Your w*apon, 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 sh*t.

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 a*mo 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 sh**ting glasses.

Give them to him.

Why?

Because he likes them.

f*ck 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 f*cking 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 sh*t 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 b*llet through his f*cking heart because until I see you k*ll 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 f*cking American.

He's a f*cking 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 f*cking b*llet through his heart.

Do it.

Feel the rush.

Miller.

Breathe.

Nail that m*therf*cker now!

What the hell did you just do, sn*per?

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 sh*t! I didn't see him hit.

For Christ's sake, you gave him a warning sh*t.

I hit him.

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

You better be right.

From now on, one sh*t, one k*ll.

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 sh*t, 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 sh*t.

Of course, they never said anything about a g*dd*mn 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 sh*t any day.

Sitting in an office, giving other men orders to k*ll ain't no different than putting a b*llet in a man's heart.

Let me tell you something.

It's the same g*dd*mn thing.

(g*ns f*ring IN DISTANCE)

You hear that? An AK.

I know that hammer recoil.

Yeah, and I think I know who that single sh*t is.

He's behind us.

Who is this guy?

I think he's the guy that k*lled 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 f*cking 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 d*ck.

Good night.

(g*n f*ring)

(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, sh*t. 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 k*lled 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, k*lling'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 sh*ts 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 su1c1de mission.

They're all su1c1de 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 f*cking mind.

I'm not going.

I've had enough of your mewling.

Shut your f*cking 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. f*cking 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 sh*ts from that treeline over there but they're gonna be expecting that so somehow we got to get in the clear to make our sh*ts.

When Ochoa arrives I figure we got ten seconds after they greet and then we drop them and we got to fire our sh*ts simultaneously or they're gonna vector in on our positions.

Here's Ochoa.

He's yours.

There's a clear sh*t 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 sh*t this time.

One sh*t, one k*ll.

This ain't a f*cking game out here.

You blow it, and I'll...

You'll what?

You'll k*ll me?

Go on, say it, Beckett.

You just get it right.

(MACHINERY RATTLING)

You son of a bitch.

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

You lying bastard.

f*cking truck's blocking my sh*t.

What are you doing?

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(BARKING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(GUARDS SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Estamos aqui.

BECKETT: Where is he?

Ah, sh*t, Miller.

You're out in the open.

sh*t, 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) (g*ns f*ring)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(MEN CHATTERING AND YELLING)

(g*n f*ring)

Ah, sh*t.

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 sh*t?

What are you, f*cking crazy?

I got my k*ll! I'm out of this mission!

There's still two targets left...

That's because you f*cked up!

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

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

f*ck you! I'm not ending up on your f*cking key chain!

(GRUNTING)

(LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(g*n f*ring)

Give it up, Miller!

(g*n f*ring)

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

(g*n FIRES)

Beautiful.

(g*n COCKS)

No te muevas.

(CLICKING)

(CLICKING)

(LAUGHING)

Miller.

It's over.

I'm out of b*ll*ts.

Do it.

So come on and sh**t 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, f*ck you and f*ck 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, sn*per.

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. m*llitary 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 sh*t, two kills.

One sh*t... 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 r*fle. I'll cover you.

Go on! That's an order.

Miller!

Beckett!

Let's go!

Beckett.

There's always Montana.