Sniper 3 Page #2

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.

- Why didn't you?

- I did.

But I guess the few years I had with Paul

were enough.

And besides, you never asked me.

We had some good times, the three of us.

Down at Camp Lejeune, remember?

- 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?

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 duty station.

Then you should ask me to dinner

sometime. I haven't had a date in 30 years.

I'd really appreciate it

if you didn't tell anyone about this.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

See you.

Jarheads.

Kill him!

Kill him!

Marines

Madness.

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

- Goddamn, they're getting close!

- Love it!

Just cover my ass, Beckett.

Sh*t!

Finnegan!

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 sh*t happens, man. Here, take this.

What is it?

Good luck. Took it off

a gook a couple of days ago.

NVA motherfuckers!

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 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?

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