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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.

What?

What- l miss a spot?

Come on. On your feet.

l had a lot of SWAT training,

all right?

Urban anti-terrorist tactics.

l'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 wanna survive this, right?

You want an answer to that?

Then if you do as l tell you,

to the letter-

- l think you got a chance.

- Whoa! Hold on!

You may have more experience than l do,

but with all due respect, gunny...

this mission is N.S.C.

Meaning l still have rank,

whether you see it or not.

Sorry, but l don't have to take orders

from you.

Fair enough.

You want to take point?

You're doing fine.

l got it.

- You sure?

- Yeah. Go ahead.

Oh, f***!

Goddamn it!

- You all right, son?

- Yeah.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Hey!

Relax. You did okay.

Thanks. You mean, there's a wrong way

to fall down a f***ing mountain?

Your weapon, Miller!

lt's your life!

You knew that, and you saved it.

You're learning, son.

Our drop point from the railway

was east.

- Now, we're heading west here.

- l know that.

That's not the plan.

- The plan was no good.

- Now, what?

We're changing directions.

Okay. l was given

very specific orders...

by the staff at the N.S.C.

First it indicated a chopper insertion,

which we won't get into.

But then we were supposed to head east,

you know? Due east?

You think Washington knows

the best way to get through this jungle?

You think they know which streams are

flooded, which trails are booby-trapped?

What l know about this place, son...

is because l'm here.

Changing directions.

Good. North.

Holy sh*t.

What the hell is that?

"Hotel Europa.'

What kind of wacko builds a hotel

in the jungle?

Sure is a hell of a lucky break for us.

l got ammo and he's laughing?

Ease up, young agent.

They've been with us

since we left the train.

lf you drop the hammer on him, we'll be

dead before we can take ten steps.

He wants my eyes?

He means ante ojos.

Your shooting glasses.

Give them to him.

- Why?

- Because he likes them.

F*** him!

F*** me.

This area's swarming with rebel patrols.

These lndians can help us avoid them.

Give him the glasses.

May you go blind.

Following these lndians

is f***ing crazy.

- Their agenda works with ours.

- What agenda?

Do you see Cacique's hand-

the way it's cut up?

The animal who did that

is el Cirujano.

The Surgeon. He's headed this way,

and we're gonna take him out.

ln return, they'll lead us

passed the rebel patrols.

We'll cut off hours on our time

to Sangre.

Our mission isn't about assassinating

people for lndians!

El Cirujano's listed

as a target of opportunity.

That means, we see him,

we take him out.

Listed where?

lt's not in my orders, man.

El Cirujano's gonna be at this

river up ahead, and Miller-

You're the designated hitter on this.

So batter up.

Hold on a second now!

l'm not buying into this.

And l don't buy that you shot a man

from a moving helicopter.

It's got nothing to do with anything!

You're gonna look Cirujano in the eyes

and put a bullet through his heart...

because until l 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!

- Now, what?

- That's right.

lntelligence changes all the time.

Alvarez is setting up a meeting

with a man called Raoul 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.

They'll give us specifics on the meeting

when we get there.

Wind coming off the water at 3:00.

One click right.

Make that two clicks.

Which one is he?

l can't tell who he is.

He's the baseball fan.

He's a f***ing American !

He's a f***ing spook.

Ex-ClA.

l met him once up in El Salvador.

Now he's an enforcer

for the cocaine monkeys.

l'll take out the lieutenant.

You concentrate on him.

Now put a f***ing bullet

through his heart!

Do it! Feel the rush !

Breathe.

Nail that motherf***er now!

What the hell did you just do, sniper?

l just wanted to show you

that l owned that situation.

Bullshit! You fired a spoiler.

You saw him go down.

He's dead!

l didn't see sh*t!

l didn't see him hit!

For Christ sake! You gave him

a warning shot!

l hit him!

l had him in my sights,

no doubt about it.

You'd better be right.

From now on...

one shot, one kill.

No exceptions. Do you understand?

What? Now they blame us for this?

But they sure as hell

ain't gonna help us.

Patrols.

You really get off on this sh*t,

don't you?

lt's just a job.

l don't think about it much.

So that's the secret:

not thinking.

What are you doing here?

This assignment was supposed to be

a piece of cake.

You're in, you're out. You go back home.

You reap the rewards.

Washington brass loves this sh*t.

They never said anything about

a goddamn jungle creep, that's for sure.

Yeah, well. Those guys wouldn't.

lt seems so far away.

- What?

- My life.

l read your dossier before l came.

You had 74 confirmed kills.

lt'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.

Seventy-four, that's...

a lot of faces to carry around.

Yeah, well.

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

and you just keep on going.

Until they decide

not to stay in the back of your mind.

You may find this hard to believe...

but l'd take a nice office

on the Hill over this sh*t 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.

lt's the same goddamn thing.

- You hear that?

- An AK.

- l know that hammer recoil.

- Yeah.

And l think l know

who that single shot is.

He's behind us.

Who is this guy?

l think he's the guy

that killed Papich.

lt ain't the first time

he's been on my trail.

He's a Panamanian l trained.

His name's DeSilva.

Now he's a f***ing mercenary.

This is ridiculous. l can't sleep here.

lt's a good spot.

Stagnant. Liver flukes,

leaches, malaria.

He'd never think anybody'd be

stupid enough to hide here.

Except us.

Just take your horse pill.

And don't take a piss.

Bugs will swarm

right up through your dick.

Good night.

Tough, huh?

He's there, and he's out of range,

damn it!

l'm looking right at the ridge

that we came over.

l 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 11 :
00.

- Halfway.

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