All language subtitles for Sniper 3 (2004) - INVASiON - [Hearing Impaired]

[Machine guns firing]

[Bombs exploding]

[Explosions continue]

[Crickets chirping]

(Beckett)
Target acquired.

Roger that. Target confirmed.
Fire at will.

(Beckett)
Make your target, corporal.

[Beeping]

[Man chattering on radio]

You got a time problem,
gentlemen.

Lock your TRS
and get this over with.

TRS verifying target.

Just eyeball the fucker
and pull the trigger.

(Laraby)
I heard that, Beckett.

(Beckett)
We got incoming bogeys.

Range, 650 yards.

We have
a 5-mile-an-hour wind,

midrange,
coming from your Lima.

Attempting to confirm target.

Sir, Evers's pulse, respiration
and GSR are maxing out.

What about Beckett?

(technician)
No, steady as a rock.

It's like he's taking a nap.

You're running out
of time, gentlemen.

Take the shot, Evers.

I could hit a hostage,
Master Gunny...

Take the fucking shot.

Stand down.

Stand down, gentlemen.

You okay, Master Gunny?

Perfect.
Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.

[Gun fires]

(computer) Target
status: Target destroyed.

He made that damn shot.

I can't believe it.
He made that goddamn shot!

[Animal howling]

Game over.

[Computer beeping]

Your position was about
to be compromised.

Your directive was to abort
that mission.

We're Marine Scout
Snipers, Captain.

We don't abort missions
unless we stop breathing.

You weren't supposed to make
that shot. No one's supposed to.

Well, I completed
my mission.

Back in my days...

Fuck your days!

That was the luckiest
fuckin' shot

in the history of
lucky fuckin' shots!

Sorry I broke
your toy, Captain.

But if a sniper had to depend
on that, he'd end up dead.

It's not a video game
out there.

It's all about one shot
and one kill.

You're a risk,
you know that?

You're a goddamn liability

that I, for one,
am not going to risk...

Getting bored, are we?

I'm not cutting into your
precious drinking time, am I?

Begging
the Captain's pardon, sir,

but yes, sir, I am.
And yes, sir, you are, sir.

I don't like you,
Master Gunnery Sergeant.

And I don't care about that fucking
deal you made with the Corps!

You fail that
medical next week,

I'll bury your ass
back in the real world.

And that's a promise.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

[People chattering]

[Li speaking Vietnamese]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Grunting]

[People screaming]

[Groaning]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Dialing cell phone]

I got him. Get your sniper.

Congratulations, Neil.

Hey, buddy.

##[Band playing]

Congratulations.

Hey, nice going,
Neil, buddy. Good job.

Mom, mom, it's time.

No, he said he'd be here.

It's okay.

I talked to him
yesterday...

Come on, Neil, the TV people want
a shot of us cutting the cake.

We can't wait any longer.

Okay.

Sorry, mom.

This looks more like a
campaign photo opportunity

than a wedding.

[Glass clanging]

We've decided to forgo
the speeches today

because of
an unavoidable absence.

(officer) If that's Beckett
you're talking about,

he probably got lost
on the way to the bar.

Well, he's right.

No way I could do this
without a couple of tall ones.

Sydney.

You knew I'd make it.

Do me the honors?

Okay.

Actually, these kind of affairs
scare the hell out of me.

[Clears throat]

Neil.

Many years ago, your old man
made me promise him something.

That, were he not able
to attend your wedding day,

I would read
this letter to you.

"If that grunt Beckett
is reading this,

"then I didn't make it.

"I'm hoping
this part of the letter

"is being read
at your wedding.

"I just wanted to let
you know that I love you,

"and that I wish you and your
bride nothing but happiness.

"Love her
and cherish her always.

"And may you both live
as long as you want,

and never want as
long as you live. "

Neil, I've been holding
onto this for a long time.

Now I think it's yours.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Tom.

[Woman sighs]

[Clears throat]

Jocelyn and Neil Finnegan.

[All roaring]

##[Band playing]

Every time I look at Neil, I
see the man Paul never got to be.

Well, I'm sure his father
would be very proud of him.

Mmm-hmm.

You know, this is a circus.

She's got her eyes
set on the White House,

and won't stop
till she gets him there.

He's the son of a war hero,

graduates first in
his class at Annapolis,

Harvard School of Government.

Mmm-hmm.

Climbing his way up
the political ladder

with honest living
and hard work.

Hell, he's got my vote.
Mine, too.

Your hand's shaking.
When did that start?

Ah, it's a few months ago.
It's nothing.

Might be, might not.

You should stop by the office
and let me look at it, hmm?

[Sighs]

Tom, come on.

Okay.

(Beckett)
We're Marine Scout Snipers.

The only time we
abort a mission

is when
we stop breathing, sir.

It's a very big mistake.

Besides the obvious, his conduct
record since returning from Europe

has been questionable.

Psychs are a bit disturbing.
And he's just

old.

He's the same age I am.

We may get one shot
and one shot only.

I want Beckett taking it.

You suffered nerve damage
when you lost the finger.

The condition's been steadily
deteriorating ever since.

The digitorum tendon,

when functioning normally,
flexes and extends the finger.

But here on the damaged hand,

you could have an involuntary
reflex at any time.

And it's more likely to occur
in a high-stress situation.

What I see here, Thomas,

also looks like
the early stages of palsy.

[Sighing]

You can't be
a Marine forever, you know.

Yeah, I know.

I was just hoping
to make it to 65.

You know, you should think
about getting on with your life.

And do what?

Well, you should meet someone
special, you know, settle down.

Oh.

Yeah.

Why didn't you?

Well, I did.

But I guess, uh, the few years
I had with Paul were enough.

And besides,
you never asked me.

Hey.

Mmm-hmm.

We had some good times,
the 3 of us.

Down at Camp Lejeune,
remember?

Yeah.

Ah, Syd...

Don't.

He didn't come back.

A lot of young men
didn't come back.

Why don't you get out of that horrible
motel and come and stay with me?

Oh.

Well.

Tell you the truth, I've been
living out of a sea bag all my life.

I've only got a few more
weeks of the training sessions,

then the Corps will just ship me out
to some other duty station somewhere.

Then you should call me
sometime and ask me to dinner,

I haven't
had a date in 30 years.

Syd, I'd really appreciate it if
you didn't tell anyone about this.

Okay.

Thanks.

See you.

Jarheads.

Kill him! Kill him!

[Grunting]

[Man groaning]

Kill him!

[Machine gun firing]

Madness.

Madness.

[Train horn hooting]

(Finnegan)
Beckett, let's go, let's go!

Let's get out of here!
Let's go, let's go!

[Machine gun firing]

Goddamn,
they're getting close!

[Laughing]
Love it!

Just cover my ass, Beckett.

Shit!

(Beckett)
Finnegan! Finnegan!

[Groaning]

[Bomb whistling]

[Bomb exploding]

Lay him down.
Lay him down.

You'll be okay, Tommy.

You're going to be okay.

Welcome to the tunnels,
Tommy.

Can't see a goddamn thing.

You'll get used to it.

It's where the real shit
happens, man. Here, take this.

What is it?

Good luck. Took it off a gook
a couple of days ago.

NVA motherfuckers!

(Pennycate) You didn't
answer, Master Guns.

Your door was unlocked.

If I wanted
clowns to wake me up,

I would've joined the circus.

With all due respect,
Master Guns,

you should've
been a comedian.

What the hell do you want?

We have orders to take you in to go
see the brass, Master Gunnery Sergeant.

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

Let's get him in the shower.

(Laraby) Sir, you could have your pick

of a dozen of
the Corps' best snipers.

Corporal Evers
is a particularly good shot.

(Avery)
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.

(Beckett)
To where, sir?

Vietnam.

Captain.

(Avery) I want you to
take out a target there.

A mountain warlord from Phum
Bat. He and his rogue army

are running opium,
stolen goods, weapons,

almost 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.

Oh, 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.

(Beckett)
Finnegan.

Thanks, Tom.

[Groaning]

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.

(Beckett) What the hell's he doing here?

[Gun fires]

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, uh, 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.

(Avery) 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.

Uh, 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?

Uh, happy ending.

Thank you, sir.

[Knocking on door]

(Quan)
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 shit
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 at 11:30.

[Door closes]

This bring back memories,
Mr. Beckett?

They told me
a little about you.

2 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?

2 weeks ago, I arrested his
biggest dealer in Ho Chi Minh City,

and convinced him to, uh, 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?

Fucking Japanese.
Pretty cool, huh?

How close do I
get to my target?

300 meters, maybe.
Outside, inside.

Come on, eat up.
I think it's best I show you.

(Beckett) How long have
you been a policeman?

(Quan)
6 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
fuck up like last time.

Was your old man in the war?

Yes.

NVA?

My father
was an American GI,

9th Battalion,
25th Infantry.

Nobody here knows this.

He die here?

Went home to his real family
somewhere in Ohio.

[Man chattering
on PA system]

(Quan)
There. You see that roof?

That's Club Cong.

Your target will be there
tonight around 10:00.

He usually sits at
a 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.

Mr. Beckett.

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.

[Ship horn blowing]

[People chattering]

(Addis) Everything is in
place. The op is on-line.

(Addis) 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,
it'll be over in

less than 10 hours.

From your lips
to God's ear.

'Cause if it doesn't,

we're all in deep shit.

[Phone ringing]

Hello.

(Beckett)
It's me.

Thomas?

Yeah.

(Sydney) It's 4:00 in the
morning. Is something wrong?

Oh, Sydney,
I'm... I'm sorry, I...

You sound so distant.
Where are you?

Oh...

About 30 years away.

Thomas?

I'm sorry, Syd. I'm... I'm
sorry for waking you. I...

Are you okay?

I'm okay. I just...

I've been thinking about

how you and Neil are...

You're

the closest thing
I've ever had to a family.

And I... I know

sometimes I...

Sometimes I forget
how much that's meant to me.

And I just wanted to

make sure you knew.

We know, Thomas.

We know.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah. I'm okay.

Look, I gotta go.

Um,

I'll tell you what.
I'Il... I'II, uh,

I'll give you
a call in a few days,

you know, after I get back.

You promise?

I promise. Yeah.

You know I love you.

I love you.

Me, too.

[Sniffing]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[All chattering]

##[Music playing]

[Inaudible]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Woman chattering
on PA system]

##[Music playing]

##[Music playing]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

What the fuck
are you lookin' at?

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

(Beckett) You're asking me to
kill the man who saved my life.

(Beckett) What the hell's he doing here?

A lot of young men
didn't come back.

[Speaking Vietnamese]

Goddamn piece of shit.

[Speaking Vietnamese]

Do it.

Shit.

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Woman screaming]

Now!

Forgive me.

[All screaming]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Yelling]

[Screaming]

Damn.

[Guns firing]

[Grunting]

Got you, fucker.

You're not that good
a fucking shot,

but you might get lucky.

[Shouting in Vietnamese]

(Avery)
What the hell happened?

Beckett
missed the target.

But he took out
our goddamn backup?

We're fucked,
truly fucked.

Where is he now?

The Vietnamese police
have him.

It should be easy for our men
to get to him, right?

Our contact is
not trained for that.

Then get someone who is.

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Gasps]

(Khan)
Talk to me.

I told you,
my name is Beckett.

Thomas J. Beckett.

And what are you doing here,
Thomas J. Beckett?

Soakin' up Asian culture.

(Khan) The man you killed on the roof,

he was Cambodian national.

Maybe you two
got something to do

with what happened
at Club Cong tonight.

Club Cong?

Look, I want to speak
to the American Consul.

Sure. You bet.

The National Police
have taken over the case.

You should have
thought of that

when you changed
the plan and forgot

to tell me about
the secondary hit.

I'll see what I can do.

[Sighs]

[Finnegan laughing]

(Finnegan) Weird fucking
world, ain't it, Tommy?

Finnegan?

Fucking weird.

After all these years,

they send my old hump buddy
Beckett to do the job.

That was Avery's idea,
wasn't it?

What happened?

You could always make
the million-to-one shot.

Losing your touch,
or change of heart?

Fucking Avery
lied to you, Tommy.

That's something
the two of us have in common.

Which lie?

The one about
you dealing drugs?

Or running weapons?

Or the Jamaah Islamiyah?

They know about that, huh?

Why, Finn?

What other choice
does a dead man have?

I gave my life
to serve God and country.

You're a dealer in death.

Whose God and country
do you serve?

The last thing I need

is a sermon about death
from an assassin.

I did the job they asked
and they sold me out.

Then why didn't you come home
when it ended?

[Chuckling]

This is my home.
It was always my home.

I knew it the second
we hit that LZ in Tay Ninh.

After that first night, I knew
I wasn't going back, Tommy.

I was alive here!

Even in all the death,
I was alive!

Nothing ever made me
feel like that back there.

Nothing and no one.

Some people are born for war.

This isn't war, Finn.

This is madness.

What about Syd and Neil?

You know,
your son just got married.

I delivered your note
as promised.

They don't exist.

They haven't existed
for over 30 years.

It was better that way.

For everyone.

Someone tried to kill me
after I took the shot.

You're in it now.

You should have quit
when you were ahead.

In what?

I can bury them, Tommy,

that's what
they're afraid of.

You're not the first one
to come gunning.

They've been trying for years.

That's why I
stay in the ditch.

Sorry you got
yourself into this.

But then,
you always were an idealist.

That's what
they counted on, Tommy.

Neil's the one
I feel sorry for.

He thinks he's
the son of a war hero.

Every day, I watch this world
descend into hell.

I'm just trying
to find myself

a nice comfortable
seat with a good view.

[Laughing]

(Addis) Somebody blew up
the goddamn police station

at Ho Chi Minh.
What?

[People chattering]

[Cell phone ringing]

Hello.

(Beckett) Now, listen
to me, you little fuck,

and don't you say a word.

Meet me at the people's
unification building in 2 hours.

You come alone

or I'll tell the Ho Chi Minh
police who you really work for.

I didn't know what they
were gonna do. They never...

Hello?

(Beckett) It was a
game both sides played.

Look, I didn't know.

They never told me the hit on
you was part of the operation.

I swear.

What happened to Finnegan?

They don't know yet.

They're still
identifying bodies.

(Beckett) I've spent years
trying to forget this shit.

You really think
it was going to be that easy?

You're going to
get me out of here.

And go where?

You're gonna get me
another rifle and a sidearm.

And go where?

If he's alive,
he's in the ditch.

[Knocking on door]

Hang on a sec, Senator.

We had some people
in Phnom Penh.

They should be in Ho Chi Minh
in less than an hour.

The bad news is that
our boy's gone AWOL.

What do you mean, AWOL?

He hasn't checked in.

What about
Finnegan and Beckett?

They're still ID-ing bodies,

but neither of them
are on the list so far.

I don't fucking believe this.

I'm going to have
to call you back.

No, it's under control.

If Beckett is still alive,
and he's gotten to our boy...

I know.

(Quan) You and Finnegan were friends?

I mean,
real good friends?

Yeah. He saved my ass once.

This must be hard then.

Yeah.

He's a bad guy.

I know.

How do you know
he's up in Tay Ninh?

Not in. Under.

When I knew Finnegan,
he was a tunnel rat.

Everybody knows about them,
and what they did.

Yeah, well,
they did what they had to do.

Some say they like it.

You're not
supposed to like it.

What the fuck
do you know about war?

How can you
be sure he's there?

Because when I was in
the jail, he slipped.

He mentioned something about
"being in the ditch. "

And that's what
the rats called the tunnels.

Should we contact someone?

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 goin' after Finnegan.

[Cows lowing]

[Men chattering]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Groaning]

[Men screaming]

[Explosions]

(Beckett) What the hell's he doing here?

Say hello to Stevie York.

We're the 6:00 news, Tommy.

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 goin' with me.

Why would I want to do that?

Well, 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.

[Detector beeping]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Beeping continues]

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 to God that they find
Beckett before he finds Finnegan.

[Birds chirping]

(Quan)
It's getting...

Hold it down.

We're never going
to find this place.

[Birds squawking]

Beckett.

[Gun fires]

[Groaning]

[Machine gun firing]

[Screaming]

[Machine gun firing]

You okay?

There's more of them.

[Machine guns firing]

[Gun firing]

He's dry. Get him! Get him!

He's the last one.

He'll probably be
heading for the tunnels.

There.

[Speaking Vietnamese]

Ah, he's just a kid.

He was going to warn them.

Right. I know.

(Beckett) 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?

[Sighs]

Stay close to me
and do as I say.

(Quan) 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?

[Water dripping]

What?

I hear it.

Sounds like music.

Sounds like NWA.

What?

NWA.
Niggas with attitude.

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

Sounds like Fuck Tha Police.

What kind of idiots
would write a song like that?

You ought to try listenin'
to a little Bob Seger.

What?

[Grunting]

[Men chattering]

Couldn't leave it alone,
huh, Tommy?

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Groaning]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[Men cheering]

[Yelling]

[All cheering]

[Groaning]

[All cheering]

[Screaming]

[Screaming]

[Grunting]

[Choking]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

(Beckett)
Let him go.

He's not part of this.

(Finnegan)
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.

(Beckett)
Different kinds.

When I kill a man, it's
because he needs killin'.

I look at his life

and if it adds up to nothin',
I take him out.

But you, Finn,

you got to likin' 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 doin' 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.

Smokin' and huntin'
for 3 days without sleep.

There was 9 of them.

6 men and 3 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 3 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, Tommy.

You're going to
have to kill me.

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

What's your old sayin'?

"One shot, one kill. "

[Chuckling]

How about, one shot, 2 kills?

A million-to-one.

Isn't that what
they used to say?

Do it. They're gonna
kill me one way or another.

(Finnegan) 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!

[Men chattering]

[Speaking Vietnamese]

[All cheering]

Quan,
what's happening here?

They say you're the Mongoose.

Come again?

The Mongoose.

It's a... 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.

Mmm-hmm.

What do they want?

Whatever you want.
You have the power now.

You're kiddin' 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.

And tell him I'll need
a dust-off in 2 days

where the Kampong and Mebon
rivers meet in Cambodia.

Why not come back with me?

They'll be looking
for me in the Nam.

I think it's safer

if I DD across the border
into Cambodia.

Can you ask them that?

[Speaking Vietnamese]

You trust me to do this?

If in 2 days I get there,

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

then I'll guess
I was wrong about you.

Quan.

[Speaking Vietnamese]

You, too.

Hey, Beckett.

You're one hell of a shot.

Was.

Was.

[Helicopter whirring]

(newscaster on TV) 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 2 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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