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Cease fire! Cease fire!

You sons of b*tches!

- You almost blew my head off!

- Sorry, Beckett.

- 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.

A deer, maybe.

Do I look like a f***ing deer

to you, asswipe?

- Where are they?

- Probably lost. No, they are lost.

- I've gotta 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 a**holes...

- ...paying to shoot caged animals.

- Not sporting enough for you?

I suppose the people you picked off

had a better chance?

Every man I killed could as easily

have killed me.

Military Intelligence.

- Thomas Beckett?

- Do I know you?

I'm Colonel Dan McKenna.

This is James Eckles. He's with-

CIA?

How'd you know?

I don't know. You just

kind of got that look.

Do you have a minute for us?

Sorry.

Boy, you've bounced around

a bit since your discharge.

Had trouble holding a job...

Trouble holding a relationship,

trouble sleeping past 6 a. m.

Trouble adjusting.

Trouble with my pension-

- Mr. Beckett.

- Sir.

I understand your difficulties, and I'm

sorry. But that's not why we're here.

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

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 jarheads are still doing tours.

- This one's off the books.

- You've got an impressive career.

Former record holder on the long shot,

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.

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.

AMERICAN EMBASSY BERLIN

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 suddenly cut loose?

It's not easy, believe me.

It seems to me he'll stick out

like a sore thumb.

Come in.

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 sh*t where you say I cant...

...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.

Enough to keep your sorry old ass

out of trouble.

- And you were an Army sniper?

- Former Delta, 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?

- Well, how tall's the target, man?

- Five feet, 10 inches.

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.

Roger. Verify touchdown of Snake Eater

at ballpark at 1500. Over.

Roger. Touchdown Snake Eater.

Big Eye verifying ballpark

is clear. Over.

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.

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 sh*t 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 sh*t... stops here.

Roger.

Aviano AFB, Sicily

Snake Eater,

specify transmission. Over.

- Getting a lot of interference.

- Home run. Snake Eater out.

- Any problems?

- Negative.

They should make contact at 1630.

Remove your cover.

I am the one you are looking for.

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.

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