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Tough guy Thomas Beckett is a US Marine working in the Panamanian jungle. His job is to seek out rebels and remove them using his sniper skills. Beckett is notorious for losing his partners... See full summary »
Thomas Beckett: One Shot. One Kill. No Exceptions.
Richard Miller: Is there a wrong way to fall down a fucking mountain?
Thomas Beckett: Don't take a piss. Bugs will swarm right up through your dick. Good night.
Richard Miller: When the "rush" is over, it hurts. Doesn't it? Thomas Beckett: What you're feeling now ain't the worst pain. The worst thing is not feeling the hurt anymore.
Richard Miller: [seeing El Cirujano for the first time] He's a fuckin' American! Thomas Beckett: He's a fuckin' spook. Ex-CIA. I met him once up in El Salvador. Now he's an enforcer for the cocaine monkeys. I'll take out the lieutenant, you concentrate on him. Now put a fuckin' bullet through his heart.
Thomas Beckett: Those Goddamn Cheesedicks are early!
Thomas Beckett: Let me tell ya somethin' - sittin' in an office giving men orders to kill is the same thing as puttin' a bullet in someone's heart yourself. The same. Goddamn. THING.
[Last lines] Richard Miller: [to Beckett] There's always Montana.
Cacique: Los ojos, quierro los ojos. Richard Miller: He wants my eyes? Thomas Beckett: Ah, he means antejos, your shooting glasses. Give them to him. Richard Miller: Why? Thomas Beckett: Because he likes them.
Thomas Beckett: What's that? Richard Miller: Got it out of the catalogue when I was with D.C. SWAT. We called it "Gucciflage". Thomas Beckett: [laughs] "Gucciflage"? Richard Miller: [smirks] Yeah. Thomas Beckett: You gonna wear that? Richard Miller: Yeah. Thomas Beckett: Let me see it. [gets handed the "Gucciflage", inspects it, stretches it out, and then flings it out the train window] Richard Miller: [frustrated] Nice shot! Thomas Beckett: Ain't no room for Peter Pan on this hunt. You wear Corporal Papich's tree tux that I gave you. [looks out the window and fiddles with dog tags] Richard Miller: What the hell are those for? Thomas Beckett: Respect.