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Because of your God -given abilities, you have the unique opportunity to

Marine Corps Snappers.

In today's warfare, where nearly 200 ,000 rounds are fired for each enemy

Marine Corps Scout Snapper average is 1 .3 rounds

per kill.

If you follow carefully the instructions I give you, you will live a long, And

happy life.

But screw one thing up.

In even the slightest way.

And you will go home in a body bag.

At ease on the fire line.

Welcome to the range, Colonel.

Thank you, Gunnery Sergeant.

At ease.

You're a lucky man, Crackett.

Yes, sir.

Bosnia.

Best duty a U .S. Marine could hope for.

I don't understand.

I only wish I was going with you. Sir, if you'll permit me, I think a mistake

has been made.

You ship out tomorrow at 0600, destination Tuzla Air Base.

But my boys need me, sir.

Peacekeepers in Bosnia need you more, Gunny. Sir, if you'll permit me, I made

deal with Colonel Garcia.

If I could just explain.

Get his replacement out here ASAP.

Inspector. One round in the magazine, Gunner Sergeant.

What's your zero, Trevino?

800 meters with 2 .5 right cranked in for wind. What's the trajectory for...

Say, 1 ,000

meters.

Five meters?

Too much for a decent shot, Gunny. Wrong, Trevino.

You can see it, you can hit it.

Gunning Like I said boys

objectify your target fire between the heartbeat

Loop up.

There were a total of 18 shots that night.

Gunnery, we found 18 dead NVA all around my position.

All killed with single shots.

All killed by one sniper.

When we got back to base, we heard the Marine recon had a man up in the trees,

Lance Corporal Ray Crockett. And now he's a gunnery sergeant taking pot shots

Fullbird Colonel.

Tracked him down in Saigon.

Wouldn't even let me buy him a drink. Didn't want to dull his senses.

Snipers can be pretty hardcore.

It's called over the edge.

Sir, if Ray Crockett took a shot at Colonel Gordon, it'll be hard to avoid a

general court -martial, Admiral. Fair investigation first, that's all I ask.

When the press gets hold of this... See that they don't?

Man saved my life, damn it.

Do what you can to save his.

Understood, sir.

I'm on my way.

Perhaps I should accompany Commander Rad to Quantico, sir.

He can handle this on his own.

Yes, sir.

A fine move by Jag getting the jump on this, Commander.

The sooner you're done with Crockett, the better for troop morale.

Done, sir.

What exactly are the penalties for attempted murder of a superior officer,

Commander? UCMJ gives the Corps pretty wide latitude, Colonel. Anything from a

dishonorable to 20 years confinement.

What about a firing squad?

Would have to be a capital offense.

One of you would have to be dead, sir.

Do you understand that Admiral Check wouldn't want this matter contained?

This isn't the Navy, Commander.

We Marines clean our own house.

Let the media bottom feed off crap like tail hook.

I just want the full force of justice brought to bear on Gunnery Sergeant

Crockett. We're prepared for an Article 32 prelim to a general court -martial.

Following the investigation of all the pertinent facts.

You want a pertinent fact?

Crockett scoped me with a rifle and pulled the trigger.

Is that pertinent enough for you, mister?

Yes, sir.

You just have to know how to wait, sir.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rath.

Admiral Chegwood sent me to see you.

Says he still owes you one. Yes, sir. If he says so, sir.

As you were, Gunner, sir.

He was just a young lieutenant at the time.

Tells quite a story about a 9 of the 10 old river back in Nam.

Says he saved his life.

I've saved a lot of young lieutenants' lives.

Admiral's name?

Don't ring any bells.

I've been assigned to represent you during your Article 32 investigation.

Greet the wheels where I can. I don't need any help, sir.

I'm holding the high ground.

The man who holds the high ground usually calls the shots.

It'd be kind of hard for him in here. Maybe so.

But I'm going to make the Marine Corps live up to our deal.

See, sir, I just need three more years.

I can retire with everything I need.

I just have to stay here at Quantico, sir. No more combat assignments.

That's my deal.

Agreed to by both Colonel Garcia and Colonel Ainsworth.

You explain this to Colonel Gordon? I've tried, sir.

He wouldn't listen.

So I had to get his attention.

Attempting to kill a man is a hell of a way to get his attention.

I don't kill people anymore, sir. But that's what snipers do, Gunny. That's

you've been training your men for.

Nobody trains you for what happens when you kill a man.

My last kill, that boy went straight up in the air.

Arms and legs thrashing.

Blood spewing around like something beyond human.

Sounds pretty ugly.

They were all ugly.

Colonel Garcia said I'd be valuable here, teaching the troops how to stay

See, I know things, sir.

For instance, I know you're either a cross -dressing weirdo or you work real

close with a woman.

Perfume. Lilacs.

French, I'd say.

You're out in the woods. You don't need to see it, dog. You can smell it.

Like I said, I know things, sir.

You know you're facing a court -martial.

I wouldn't count on it, sir.

Jack, how many hours do you have?

How'd it go?

Well, Gunnery Sergeant Crockett's a pretty interesting guy.

Well, you couldn't prove it by this.

What's not deleted is encrypted.

Why would they do this?

It's called morality, Pentagon style.

John Wayne was never a bushwhacker.

But I don't understand.

You seem so eager to go down there and take the bull by the horn.

I was. I am.

I just have a feeling I'm about to be gored by the bull. How am I supposed to

defend or even investigate a man who is an official Marine Corps enigma?

If you can't handle the case, I'll be happy to send down someone more

I can handle the case.

It would just be nice to have a little help getting some background on Gunnery

Sergeant Crockett. Excuse me, Commander, but did I just hear the H -word?

What?

Help. It sounds like you're asking for my help. I didn't say that.

Perhaps you should.

Yes, ma 'am, perhaps I should.

I would appreciate any... help that you could provide.

I'll do what I can.

And, Commander, you'll owe me.

Colonel Gordon had a dozen men at my door at 0600 to give statements against

Sergeant Crockett. He has a way of getting what he wants.

Where is everybody?

There was a guard here before.

Crockett. No.

Jack!

It's Crockett, ma 'am.

Recovery's been penetrated. I got weapons missing.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett's escaped, sir. Call the provost marshal. Lock it

down. Yes, sir. I don't want Crockett getting off this base.

Looks like your JAG investigation is over, Commander.

They'll never spot him from the air, sir. Like hell they won't.

Lieutenant has a point, sir.

That Bernie Gilley suit can't be seen from five feet away. UAS, TAC -4,

infrared, Commander.

Croc above room temperature, we'll find him. Then what? Then we go down and get

him. My regrets to Admiral Chegwith.

But under the circumstances, I think he'll understand.

Jag still has an interest in this matter. Your matter has just escaped the

brig's stolen government weapons and headed for the hills.

Now.

That rig, those weapons, those hills and the men in them are my interests.

So why don't you and the lovely lieutenant go have your nice uniforms

while my men conduct a business of the United States Marine Corps.

Lieutenant!

Lovely lieutenant.

I think he likes you.

That should have cleared the deer out of the valley.

Now we can make an infrared path.

Here's his room, Mick.

General Surgeon Ray Crockett.

You really think we'll find something in here to bring Crockett out of the

woods?

At this point, the more we know about him, the better our chances of keeping

alive. Suppose I told you he was a tennis player.

Right. Check it out, sir. Wimbledon.

It's the Marine Corps Wimbledon Cup. It goes to the best long -distance rifleman

in the service.

He won it six years in a row.

Terrific. If he digs in with Gordon going after him, we won't just have

action, we'll have dead maroons.

Perhaps this can help prevent that.

Commander. As you were. We didn't expect to see you here.

I informed Commander Krennic we were having trouble getting a background on

Crockett. Actually, he used the H -word.

The H -word, ma 'am? Help.

I brought these just in case you ever get your hands on Crockett again.

His entire service record book, non -redacted.

It's Crockett's kill book.

Kill book?

Yeah, combat snipers usually keep a record of each and every assignment.

Targets, assessments, results.

163 entries.

Imagine one person killing 163 men.

Yeah, well, it's real easy to imagine if you've ever fired a Tomahawk missile in

combat.

I'd like a billet and BOQ. Yes, ma 'am. I'll check with Colonel Gordon's office.

I want this mess wrapped up before the weekend.

That doesn't leave me much time.

I planned an officer's retreat at Admiral Cheg Wooden's beach house on

Head. I expect you to attend.

I may have to send my regrets to the Admiral.

Actually, the Admiral won't be there.

Just you and me.

My chopper got an infrared fix on Crockett. They found him?

Dug into an oak grove halfway up the mountain.

Whoa.

Sir, that's not the high ground.

High enough.

Made a damn good time for a man his age.

But I told you we'd spot him.

What are they going to do, Scott? Their orders are to bring him back.

One way or another.

I'm going with him. The hell you are. Sir, either I'm on that chopper or I'll

start you with interfering in a JAG investigation.

That'll never fly.

Probably not, Colonel. But we all know that JAG charges, regardless of outcome,

frequently have a chilling effect on career advancement.

So why not let Commander Rapp have his little helicopter ride, sir?

Commander, the last thing we should do is make a show of firepower.

I forgot, you're a lawyer.

He's going to talk Crockett out of the woods.

There he is. I got an infrared signature.

Blink them.

Drop your weapon! Drop it!

It's all over, Gunny.

It's a wild boar.

But it staked out, Lieutenant.

Who did this?

Who the hell do you think?

Sorry, boys.

You're on my turf now.

Light control, ident.

This is Connery Sergeant Ray Crockett.

Advise Colonel Gordon to send his chopper back out here and tell him to

body bags.

drop on it, sir.

He said, quote, tell the colonel I want my deal, unquote.

Then he took our gear and disappeared into the bush. One man did this.

He's good, colonel.

Where's Commander Rapp?

Dropped off our patrol, ma 'am.

Did a lone ranger.

I don't think much of his chances.

You don't know the commander.

You don't know the gunny.

Move out!

I'm gonna suck off of that one, Commander.

Yes,

sir! Stand down, Lieutenant. You're not going anywhere.

My partner's out there, sir.

This is a live fire exercise, Lieutenant. There are no timeouts.

Not a place for knocking back. The JAG officer goes where cases take her, sir.

I hope that the JAG officer knows how to cover her back.

Katia's on her own.

Okay, Gunny.

I'm alone.

If that'd been a mine instead of a flare, you'd be dead, Commander.

I appreciate your restraint.

I thought... I thought Jag was full of puffballs.

But you got some gung -ho in you.

How'd you find my hide?

Part of a misspent youth in Laos with a guy named Stryker.

Not Colonel Francis Stryker.

Only his mother called him Francis.

Here, yank him a wire.

Stryker and I humped our way through Indian country back in the 71 1971 You

patrolling the Cade River. You're too young to know about the Cade River Or

Stryker. My father was MIA when I was 16. I went looking for him with Stryker

16, huh?

Throw down the cave bar commander stand up turn around Put your hands on your

head Walk backwards

You and your spotter had a company -sized element of NVA pinned down near

cave. It was early April.

You took out an NVA officer with your first shot. You had three confirmed hits

that day, four probables.

The only reason you bailed, your spotter came down with dysentery. You carried

him on your back ten clicks to the LZ.

That's classified information.

Nobody's supposed to know about that.

It's in your kill book.

You're the best the Marines ever had. I don't want to let them forget it.

Truth is, I never liked the job.

I just got good at it.

You know we have to go back.

How do I get my deal?

Here.

At least two of them.

Three more than likely.

Kyle's a good line officer. He knows the drill.

Trouble is, he forgets.

I wrote most of it.

We're getting way too many weapons in the field, Gunny. You know better than

anyone this can't have a happy ending.

I think it's time to change your makeup, Commander.

Let's go.

Tango leader to Tango 1.

Comp check.

One.

Tango 2?

Two.

What now?

Now, you see, the Navy knows how to do anything besides eat fancy.

You're the spotter.

Dead ahead, say about 1 ,000 meters between 10 and 2.

That's our target.

How do you know?

I told you I know things.

That's what's kept me alive.

Like Beirut in 83?

You read about that, too, huh?

That was lousy duty.

But that Shiite sniper I faced was maybe the best I ever dueled.

Every day around lunchtime, he'd set out the bombed -out building.

Just like he was running a falafel stand.

He just squeezed off a few shots at the Marines guarding the airport, and then

he pulled back for lunchtime the next day.

Because of the open ground, I couldn't work in close enough.

My regular smoke pole.

Get off a reliable shot.

You never heard of a mortar?

No. There's too many civilians in the area.

I needed reach and reliability.

So I had the company armorer rig me up a...

Browning 50.

Took me nearly a week to get that shot.

Afterwards, the spotter paced it off.

He said it was 2 ,500 meters.

A mile and a half?

Browning's a fine weapon.

You find it yet, Commander?

Will you tell me?

It's between 1 and 2 o 'clock, left of the fallen tree trunk. Looks like a boot

heel.

Very good, Commander.

You got good eyes.

Yeah, except for night carrier landings.

Can't work in Coquitlango on them. They peg us for sure.

So we call it a draw?

No such thing as a draw, Commander.

Leader to one.

One, this is leader.

Leader to two.

Two.

Two, we lost comm with one. What's your sit rep?

No joy.

No more.

Well, like the song says, you go your way, I'll go mine.

I can't convince you to come back with me. No way.

Not until I get my deal.

Let's go, Marine.

We're walking out of here.

You double -dealing son of a bitch. I'm trying to save your life.

You read about me, so you think you know.

But you don't.

Most men don't have what it takes.

Look another man in the eye and pull the trigger.

You've got the high ground now.

Take your shot.

One shot.

to take this.

Don't ever let me see you in my scope, Commander.

Morning, Colonel.

Commander Rabb.

To what do I owe the honor of your company this fine morning?

I was hoping we might discuss Gunnery Sergeant Crockett, sir.

The colonel, he is aware the gunny is the genuine article. Oh, he's genuine,

right. Genuine homicidal burnout no longer fit for duty.

On the contrary, sir, I think he demonstrated what a good Marine sniper

in the face of overwhelming odds. If that's your idea of humor, mister,

flirting with insubordination.

With all due respect, sir, I'm merely stating a fact.

For 27 years, the Corps asked Gunnery Sergeant Crockett to put his soul in

storage. and perform a duty which few men are capable of.

I submit it's time to give Crockett the space his soul needs to find some peace,

sir.

If the colonel's trying to run me in the ground, it won't work, sir. Neither

will playing on my sympathies, Commander.

Your client is a danger to himself and others.

He deserves to spend the rest of his life in the brig.

The colonel may find this interesting reading.

Ultimate details of 163 confirmed kills.

I know what the gunnery sergeant is, Commander.

Yes, sir, but you don't know who he is.

If the Colonel will see, Crockett's book is full.

There are no empty pages, sir.

We're contacting Colonel Ainsworth and Colonel Garcia.

You really believe in your client, don't you, Commander?

Yes, sir, I do.

Good.

Because I don't.

Since Colonel Gordon is so hard -headed, we'll just have to talk some sense into

the gunning. I spent time with the man, Meg, up close and personal. I'm afraid

the only retreat Crockett understands is the lowering of colors at sunset.

How can I help you, sir?

Ma 'am? Lieutenant Commander Rav and Lieutenant J .G. Austin to see Gunnery

Sergeant Crockett. Sorry, Commander.

Prisoner Crockett has requested no visitors, sir.

We're not visitors, Staff Sergeant Davies. We're JAG, the Gunnery's our

Yes, ma 'am. Prisoner Crockett has specifically listed your name to speak

the client to see, sir.

Will that be all, sir?

As you were, Staff Sergeant.

Aye, aye, sir.

What do you do when you're trapped between an immovable object and an

irresistible force?

Drop and cover, sir.

Lieutenant Commander Radd and Lieutenant J .G. Austin, reporting as ordered,

sir. Stand at ease.

Ma 'am.

Colonel Gordon and I were just discussing your case.

In lieu of a general court -martial, Commander Krennic has convinced me of

wisdom of having Crockett submit to a 706 sanity evaluation.

He's not crazy, sir.

After which he will voluntarily separate from the service, with loss of

benefits, of course.

and accept a bad conduct discharge meaning the colonel is prepared to

the deal gunnery sergeant crockett had with his former ceo there is no record

any deal sir we have a sworn statement from your predecessors colonels garcia

and ainsworth confirming that there was a deal damn it lieutenant

The man tried to kill a colonel in the United States Marine Corps. Begging the

colonel's pardon, sir, if Gunnery Sergeant Crockett was trying to kill

you'd be dead. A freehand snapshot at a moving target over a thousand meters

away?

And you have the... the gall to claim he hit what he was aiming at? Not

gall, sir. Confidence.

Davy Crockett couldn't make that shot.

With your permission, colonel, I'd like to prove otherwise.

If you're ready, sir.

Good morning, Colonel.

Prisoner Crockett is present as ordered, sir.

Good morning, Colonel.

Morning, Gunnery Sergeant.

Stand at ease.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett, is it your contention you had no malicious intent

when you fired on Colonel Gordon's vehicle?

Sir, the colonel wouldn't let me explain my deal.

I was just trying to get the CO's attention, sir.

The colonel has agreed to let us duplicate your shot.

Rather than ask the colonel and his aide to drive the vehicle, that task has

fallen on me.

Sir, the gunnery sergeant meant what he said when he warned the commander about

not getting into scope.

Your sincerity is not at issue here, Gunny. Your intentions are.

Attention on the range!

What the hell is he doing here?

Making sense of nonsense, I hope.

I didn't want to see you get yourself killed.

Well, I'm flattered.

Don't be.

I have enough work without investigating the death of one of my lawyers.

Morning, Admiral.

Morning, Colonel.

As you were.

Hello, Gunny. Long time.

Yes, sir, Admiral.

Welcome to McRiddick.

I understand you're putting on a shooting exhibition.

Lovely day for it. Yes, sir.

Little windy and unlike Well,

what are we waiting for sir Are

you sure this is such a good idea sir

late for doubt

Corporal, clear your weapon and present it to Gunnery Sergeant Kroc.

What's your zero, Tobino?

Johnny, my weapon is zeroed for 800 meters.

Good shot, Gunny.

One shot, one kill.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett, the Corps cannot allow prior gallantry to be used

an excuse for reckless behavior.

Therefore, I have no choice but to find you guilty of wanton destruction of

miscellaneous items of government property.

You are hereby ordered to make full restitution.

In addition, you're restricted to base for 60 days at half pay.

Any questions?

Sir. No, sir.

Tenure Chevron's back on.

Turn to duty, Gunny.

Aye, sir.

Thanks, Commander.

You got some major brass.

I'll make you a hell of a snapper. Maybe next time.

I'll keep it in mind.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett.

I believe I still owe you a drink if you're done shooting for the day.

Sir.

I'd be honored, sir.

Still don't remember him, do you, Gunny?

Commander.

Gunnery Sergeant don't tell a two -star you don't remember him.

Lieutenant Austin, you're dismissed until 0700 hours Monday.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Commander Rapp.

Sir, why don't you join us?

Aye, sir.

Big plans for the weekend, Commander?

Not anymore.