Shooter

Movement.

Two men.

Approximately

They're not on anybody's side.

We don't have to shoot them.

Egress?

Primary over the top, secondary

down the road, tertiary to the river.

No one can track you through the water

except a fish.

Sarah's headed off to nursing school

next month.

She sewed that herself.

It's beautiful.

You sure this is

a peacekeeping mission?

Normally there isn't any peace

to start with.

This sh*t's awful calm.

- Not at these coordinates.

- Yes, sir.

Go ahead and plot an alternate.

Yes, sir.

Command Post, Command Post,

this is TS-129, over.

Sir, I have visual confirmation

of TS-129's current position.

Mission accomplished, en route to

extract site. Distance eight klicks. Over.

Command Post, Command Post,

this is Viper.

I have friendly forces moving

towards extraction point, over.

Heads up, our boys are coming through.

Viper, this is CP. Be advised,

possible hostile forces approaching

TS-129 at their 12:00.

Call them out.

Target.

Sector Bravo, deep.

Vehicle, belt-fed weapon.

Range it.

Wind, three-quarter value, push 2 left.

On target.

Hold scope.

Fire when ready.

Hit.

Command Post, this is Viper.

Hostile threat down, over.

Viper, this is Command Post.

We copy your traffic, over.

Call it in. It's time to go.

Command Post, this is Viper.

Mission accomplished.

- Packing up.

- Sh*t!

Viper, be advised larger hostile forces

approaching near sector Bravo.

Weren't supposed to be

hostiles that close!

Crooked tree.

Position to machine gun.

Fire when ready.

Jefe. 920. Three-quarter value.

- I see it, Donnie. I see it.

- Fire when ready.

- They don't know where we are.

- But they might get lucky!

Command Post, Command Post,

this is Viper.

Enemy forces

have been stopped. Break.

Friendlies are continuing on

to extract point. Break.

We're receiving small arms and

indirect fire from hostile troops. Break.

Command Post, do you read me?

Shut it down.

They're highly-trained men,

eight kilometers inside a country

we are not supposed to be in.

I'm sure they'll get out just fine.

Shut it down now.

Radio check. Do you read me?

- Okay, wrap it up. Let's go!

- Do you read me?

- Pull out those tracks.

- Pull out those tracks and pack it up!

Intelligence said

they didn't have air support!

Call it in!

Sh*t! The channel's down!

That's impossible!

The comm link's dead!

They left us here.

Don't worry, we're getting home!

Donnie?

Donnie!

Come on, boy!

Come on, Sam!

What're you doing, huh?

What're you doing?

Come on.

What? I got nothing.

What?

All right, come on, let's go. Let's go.

That's a good boy.

Good boy.

Well, let's see what lies

they're trying to sell us today.

Here, boy.

Good boy.

Gunnery Sergeant Bob Lee Swagger.

USMC, retired.

He is the best there is.

His last assignment went wrong.

Put in unfriendly territory on a loan-out

and left as expendable.

Opposing force sent an attack

helicopter and a hundred-man company.

His best friend and spotter was killed.

No official report.

Ghost report says he inflicted

The agency asset

that left them there to die?

Suddenly removed from

the face of the earth two weeks after.

They never laid it at Bob Lee's feet.

He retired a week later.

I guess Bob Lee didn't think

he was expendable.

Grows and shoots his own food.

Yeah, he rarely ventures out at all.

This is a man

with a history of duty and patriotism.

- Not as punch lines, but as core beliefs.

- Aye.

Some people don't know what to do

when their belief system collapses.

Bob Lee is one of those.

You sure, boy?

Nope. I ain't buying. I don't want any.

You guys turn around and go back

to wherever you came from.

Bob Lee Swagger?

My name is Colonel Isaac Johnson.

You're a hard man to find.

But not hard enough.

Come a long way to see you.

We have some business

needs your attention.

You wanna use your low gear

going down the road

or your brakes'll go.

- Come here. Come here, boy.

- Don't do that.

Come near the porch I didn't invite you,

you'd have to shoot the dog.

That's a slow draw you got there.

Sure you want to do that?

Shoot a dog in this county

on a man's land,

I'd bury you in the hill,

and tell the sheriff a month or two later.

He understands.

Take your hand off your weapon.

Slowly.

So the gunnery sergeant

doesn't have to bury you in the hill.

I don't carry a gun.

You know what that is?

It's a Congressional Medal of Honor.

They don't hand those out easy.

Yours?

Yeah.

Your father had one, didn't he?

What did you do?

Something foolhardy.

Kept some other boys alive.

Will you give me five minutes?

Yeah, your dog stays outside.

Come on, boy. Get in there.

I need you to plan

a presidential assassination.

Whose president?

Ours.

I didn't say "execute".

Plan.

So it can be stopped.

There's gonna be an attempt on the life

of the President in the next two weeks.

Code was broken

on an anonymous transmission.

It was internal.

We can't go to the usual agencies.

The government itself

has been penetrated.

The President has three

public engagements during that time.

Baltimore, Philadelphia,

Washington, D.C.

Standard Secret Service

protective cordon

is out to 880 yards.

But this intercept claims that the shot

will be taken from beyond a mile.

We need you to scout,

tell us how you would do it,

so we could stop it.

I'm not entirely convinced

that a shot like this could be made.

But let's not take the chance.

Your longer shots

were never confirmed.

That's because long shots

generally go places

you wouldn't wanna have

to go afterwards to confirm them.

Confirmation's a desk pogue's problem.

You know what it takes

to make a shot at that range?

Everything comes into play that far.

Humidity, elevation, temperature,

wind, spindrift.

There's a 6- to10-second flight time

so you have to shoot

at where the target's going to be.

Even the Coriolis effect,

the spin of the Earth, comes into play.

President'll be wearing body amour.

That means a headshot,

at over a mile.

You believe there's a shooter involved

capable of making this shot?

Yes.

Well, then you got a real problem.

You need to find the shooter.

That's being worked on

from another direction.

We need you to do this.

Don't really like the President much.

Didn't like the one before

that much, either.

You like the idea of the President?

Living in a free country?

Do we allow America

to be ruled by thugs?

Sure, some years we do.

I believe you stood before a flag

and solemnly swore

that you'd support and defend

the Constitution of the United States

against all enemies,

foreign and domestic.

I think your five minutes is up.

Listen to me, son.

I don't want you to turn on the TV

next week

and see the President dead,

and know you could've done

something about it.

Don't do that to yourself.

Is that the new one?

The truck.

You got the big engine in there?

Wow, look at that, huh? Eight-liter V8.

Thing's so big, EPA doesn't even bother

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