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you should've been a comedian.

What the hell do you want?

We have orders to take you in

to see the brass, Master Gunnery Sergeant.

Yeah, well, I don't want to see the brass.

Let's get him in the shower.

Sir, you could have your pick

of a dozen of the Corps' best snipers.

Corporal Evers is particularly good.

I'm not interested in him.

I'm interested in Thomas Beckett.

This is NSA Deputy Director William Avery.

We know each other, Captain.

We served together.

A lifetime ago, sir.

Best goddamn sniper

I had the privilege of working with.

Well, thank you, sir. What can I do for you?

Tom, I want you on a plane tomorrow.

- To where, sir?

- Vietnam.

I want you to take out a target there.

A mountain warlord from Phum Bat.

He and his rogue army...

are running opium, weapons,

anything they can get their hands on.

Sounds like a pain in the ass

for the Vietnamese, sir.

Why are we getting involved?

He's graduated to bigger and better things.

We have intelligence

that leads us to believe...

he's been talking business

with the Jamaah Islamiyah.

- What kind of business?

- Terrorism.

He's ventured into the big leagues.

Well, with all due respect, sir,

there's not very much here.

Do we even know what he looks like?

Captain Laraby,

would you mind excusing us?

Of course not, sir.

Addis.

Finnegan.

Thanks, Tom.

His body was shipped home.

What was left of the body. A body.

It's a long story, Tom.

Let me try to explain some of it.

During the last days before the fall

of Saigon, Paul Finnegan was recruited.

- Recruited by who?

- The CIA.

His first op was to help the Khmer Rouge

run heroin out of the highlands.

His cut financed the covert operations.

As the years passed, our interests changed.

Finnegan was offered a new op

but the jungle had changed him.

That patriotic fervor had changed

into something else...

something that makes him dangerous.

He's a threat.

To you, me, his family, and his country.

Welcome to the tunnels, Tommy.

What the hell's he doing here?

Is there any other way to handle this?

A deal or an arrangement?

There's no other way.

We've learned the Ho Chi Minh Police...

have set up a sting to capture him.

That cannot happen.

If he is identified, you can imagine

the problems that we might face.

The explanations.

Not to mention the effect on his family...

his son...

You're asking me to kill

the man who saved my life.

I know how incredibly bizarre

this must seem to you, Tom...

but believe me, this is not the man

that you once knew.

Over the years,

he has become a cold-blooded killer.

And I'm ashamed to say,

we bear some responsibility for that...

and an obligation to rectify the mistake.

As a sniper, you have the option

to refuse the mission.

But I need an answer, Tom. By 0800.

I'll understand if you can't do this.

I'll find somebody else.

No.

I'll do it. Alone.

I want no observer with me.

I don't want anybody else's hand in it.

How can you be so sure he'll do it

when the time comes?

One way or another,

he will get the job done.

It's all he's got left.

His life isn't worth a damn unless

he's risking it, or taking someone else's.

First time in Ho Chi Minh?

Last time I was here, it was called Saigon.

Beckett, Thomas.

Welcome to Ho Chi Minh, Mr. Beckett.

First time in Vietnam?

No.

Do you want anything, sir?

If you know what I mean, you know?

Yeah, I know what you mean,

and thanks but no thanks.

Sure? Because Ky Mam

can get you anything.

Anything that you want.

Any good massage?

Happy ending.

Thank you, sir.

Your bag has arrived, sir.

You must have the wrong room.

I already have my bags.

Not this one,

Master Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Beckett.

My name is Quan.

Detective, Ho Chi Minh City Police.

- Also your operations contact.

- Like I give a sh*t about some badge.

- What's the operation code name?

- Cobra.

Come on in.

Interesting choice of shirt.

You look like a Canadian tourist.

You'll find what you need here.

They say you can make million-to-one shot.

You are the go-to guy. Yes?

They say a lot of things.

You rest after your trip,

then we have some dinner. We talk.

I show you the spot.

Be ready 11:
30.

This bring back memories, Mr. Beckett?

They told me a little about you.

Two full tours.

You were here for the worst of it.

None of it was good.

You must have been very young.

Okay. Who else knows I'm here

besides you?

If you're talking about

the Ho Chi Minh Police, no one.

If they knew, I'd be a dead man.

All right, then how do we work this?

How do I find my target?

Two weeks ago, I arrested his biggest dealer

in Ho Chi Minh City...

and convinced him to, how do you say,

to finger the Cobra for us.

Why do you call him that?

They treat him like he's a king. King Cobra.

They're just kids, really.

Some barely in their teens.

You cut off the head,

the snake will die, believe me.

The dealer told us about a meeting

between Cobra and a new client.

We will be there to arrest him.

You take him out before that happens.

Here in Saigon?

Saigon? Old habits die hard, huh?

At one of the establishments

the Cobra owns. Club Cong.

Check this out.

This is very new. I'm going to make

the dealer put it on the Cobra.

It'll send a signal to your TRS computer.

That way it'll be easy to find him

in the crowd.

By the way, how are your weapons?

The AW Magnum's just fine.

Where did you get that?

F***ing Japanese. Pretty cool, huh?

How close do I get to my target?

Come on, eat up.

I think it's best I show you.

How long have you been a policeman?

Six years.

When did the NSA recruit you?

Couple of years ago. You see how it is?

No better than before.

Things need to change.

Maybe you guys don't f*** up like last time.

Was your old man in the war?

- Yes.

- NVA?

My father was an American GI,

Ninth Battalion, 25th Infantry.

Nobody here knows this.

He die here?

Went home to his real family

somewhere in Ohio.

There. You see that roof?

That's Club Cong. Your target will be there

tonight around 10:00.

He usually sits at table on the upper deck.

- Will it be crowded?

- It usually is.

What about the street?

He's got to come and go.

The entrance is on the other side.

There's no sniper angle.

After you take the shot,

you abandon your weapon here...

and buy a ticket on Tan Son train.

It'll take you to the airport.

What about the cleanup?

A new identification has been arranged.

The body will not be claimed.

Police will be satisfied the Cobra is dead

and no one will know who he really was.

I will not see you after this.

That's my cell phone number.

Call only if you need something

or if something is wrong.

And remember,

one shot is probably all you get.

One shot is all I need.

Everything is in place. The op is on-line.

- How's Beckett doing?

- Our contact says he's fine.

- No hesitations?

- Doesn't seem so.

Target?

On the move as we speak.

His buyer has arrived. So far, so good.

If everything goes well,

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