Sniper 3 Page #4

Someone you can trust?

Right now, I don't trust anybody.

What the hell is that?

- Police or NSA?

- NSA.

They're in pursuit of the signal.

Our boy's headed towards Tay Ninh.

Beckett's with him.

He's going after Finnegan.

What the hell's he doing here?

Say hello to Stevie York.

We're the 6:
00 news.

Some men came through here midday.

They headed into the jungle. One was white.

He's headed home.

You really expect to go in there

by yourself and come out alive?

No.

- You're going with me.

- Why would I want to do that?

You wanted to know

why they tried to kill me.

The answer's in there with Finnegan.

You see, there's something he didn't tell me.

The real reason they sent me.

And it was supposed to end with him...

and me.

Where the hell did you dig this up?

It's my father's.

It's all he left behind.

I learned to shoot with it. Is it okay?

Best damn sniper rifle ever made,

if you ask me.

You didn't tell me

your old man was a sniper.

You didn't ask.

They're around here somewhere.

It says they're right here!

Our Cambodian units found the cell phone

on the side of the road to Tay Ninh.

They must have figured out it was traceable.

Not they. Beckett.

- What do we do now?

- Tell them to keep looking.

And pray that they find Beckett

before he finds Finnegan.

- It's getting...

- Hold it down.

We're never going to find this place.

You okay?

There's more of them.

He's dry. Get him!

He's the last one.

He'll probably be heading for the tunnels.

There.

Don't do it.

He's just a kid.

He was going to warn them.

Right. I know.

Finnegan knows we're here already.

It's just a game to him.

We won the first round.

Pass go, collect $200.

- Now it's our chance to spend it.

- What?

It's a game.

You know, like mahjong?

Stay close to me and do as I say.

- How do you know which way to go?

- I don't.

Great.

Why not just yell out

and tell them we're here?

- How're we going to see?

- No lights.

Which way?

What?

I hear it.

Sounds like music.

- Sounds like N.W.A.

- What?

N.W.A. Niggaz With Attitude.

You know, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre? The rappers.

Sounds like "F*** Tha Police".

What kind of idiots

would write a song like that?

You ought to try listening

to a little Bob Seger.

What?

Couldn't leave it alone?

Send some guys to take care of him.

You got yourself in some big trouble, boy...

Come on, policeman. Fight an' die.

Let him go.

He's not part of this.

He is now.

You brought him along for a reason.

I'm thinking Agency.

And maybe NSA.

I'm not gonna waste your time

trying to justify myself, Tommy.

We're both killers.

Different kinds.

When I kill a man,

it's because he needs killing.

I look at his life

and if it adds up to nothing, I take him out.

But you, Finn.

You got to liking it.

I never did.

So what's this all about, Finn?

How does it all end here?

It's about Stevie York.

You remember Stevie, don't you?

- Say hello to Stevie York.

- What the hell's he doing here?

The AP photographer?

It's about Stevie and me and Avery.

And Gaylor.

- John Gaylor, the senator?

- Soon to be president, some say.

- What about Stevie York?

- He filmed it all.

We were higher than kites.

Smoking and hunting for three days

without sleep.

There was nine of them.

Six men and three women.

When it was done,

we started getting paranoid.

We'd make York destroy the film.

But as the days passed...

Gaylor and Avery kept getting

more and more psycho on me.

So we made a pact, the three of us.

And then we killed Stevie

and made it look like the NVA did it.

So what now, Tommy?

What's our next move?

Tell you what. You could just walk

out of here and go home.

- If I leave, the cop goes with me.

- Go, get out, Beckett!

You know I can't let that happen.

You're going to have to kill me.

The only way I see it from here is to kill him.

What's your old saying?

"One shot, one kill."

How about, one shot, two kills?

A million-to-one.

- Isn't that what they used to say?

- Do it. They're gonna kill me anyway.

He's right, Tommy. Take your best shot.

The digitorum tendon flexes

and extends the finger.

Time's running out for one of us.

Come on, Tommy, make your move!

What's happening here?

They say you're the Mongoose.

Come again?

The Mongoose.

It's an old Vietnamese folk tale.

When God created the Cobra,

he made him king.

As time passed, the Cobra

became so powerful he thought he was God.

So God created the Mongoose

to take his power away.

What do they want?

Whatever you want.

You have the power now.

You're kidding me.

It's true, I told you.

They're just kids. Kids do anything.

Listen to me.

There's a Colonel McKenna.

Colonel Dan McKenna. Military Intelligence.

He's stationed at the Pentagon

in Washington DC.

I want you to contact him and only him.

Tell him what happened here.

Tell him I'll need a dust-off in two days...

where the Kampong and Mekong rivers

meet in Cambodia.

Why not come back with me?

They'll be looking for me in the Nam.

I think it's safer for me if I DD

across the border into Cambodia.

Can you ask them that?

You trust me to do this?

If in two days I get there,

and there's not a chopper to evac me out...

then I'll guess I was wrong about you.

You, too.

You're one hell of a shot.

Was.

In breaking news today, it was learned

that Senator John Gaylor from Texas...

has resigned his seat in the Senate.

In his statement read by a spokesman,

the Senator said he has decided...

to end his political aspirations

and enter the private sector.

His resignation came as a complete

surprise to the White House.

Senator Gaylor was thought to be

his party's leading candidate...

for the upcoming presidential race.

The news of the Senator's departure...

must be very troubling for the President,

considering it was just two days ago...

that one of his most trusted advisors,

William Avery...

Deputy Director of the NSA,

was found dead, an apparent suicide.

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