Shooter Page #7

I don't give...

Guys! We got Memphis on the line.

Start a trace.

Got it. I'm on it.

Nick. Hey, it's Howard here.

How are you?

Things have gotten a little complicated.

I got Bob Lee Swagger in custody.

Yeah, turns out he's not dead, Howard.

Yeah, I know. Word of that possibility

had begun to reach us.

Got him.

Were you in a gunfight

in Virginia last night?

Like I said,

things have gotten a little complicated.

Well, obviously the best thing for you

would be to bring him in, right?

Oh, no. I can't do that.

Why?

It's gotten too deep.

It's not clear who can be trusted.

- But we're the FBI, son.

- Yeah, I know.

Yeah, I'll keep in touch.

Oh, Nick, wait...

Son of a b*tch.

- Did we get that?

- Got him.

- Let's move.

- They're on an interstate

- outside Bozeman, Montana.

- Let's move!

This is Swagger.

- Colonel Johnson here.

- Figured you'd be listening.

- It appears you have nowhere to go.

- Colonel?

If it is "Colonel"?

It is.

- I have something you want.

- Well, it seems so do I.

Over the Eritrean border,

there is a mass grave with 400 bodies.

Men, women, children.

Tell you what, I'll give it to you

and we'll call it even.

I just want someone there I can trust.

I'm amenable.

Who do you have in mind?

How about that guy from U2

with the glasses?

Friend of Nelson Mandela and all.

He seems trustworthy.

Bono? You want them to get Bono?

My colleague's questioning

my choice. Okay,

I see how that could be a tough

problem. You know, last minute and all.

How about six-term senator

Charles Meachum

from Montana?

Seems like a pretty good

second choice, don't you think?

I don't think so.

I'm gonna provide you

with two numbers, then we'll talk.

Point 732. Point 648.

And what the hell is that?

Those are the last three digits, down to

a few meters of latitude and longitude,

of an oil pipeline pumping station

in Eritrea

with 400 bodies underneath.

Where are we meeting?

Somewhere I can see you,

coming from a goddamn long way off.

Where's your boy?

Well, I'm here.

He's here.

Look, look, look.

There's your boy.

There's your boy, baby.

Come on, come on. Look, look. Look up.

Okay.

I think I broke a rib!

Don't move!

Is there anybody else?

No.

He head-shoots me, spasm kills her!

You got no shot!

No shot, Swagger!

You hear that, Swagger?

You got no shot!

What are you gonna do? Come on!

It's over for you, buddy!

No shot! Okay, f*** him.

Not bad!

Pretty good! He went for the shot.

Christ.

How can we help you?

Guest at the motel last night

gave me $100

to bring this by here at 3:00 p.m.

Let's move!

You all right?

Yeah.

Search him.

I don't carry a weapon,

ordinarily.

I'm licensed to carry that in this state.

Pull the pilot.

Put your weapon down! Put it down!

Put your gun down!

Easy. Easy.

Sarah.

Give me the gun.

It's okay. Give me the gun.

You okay?

Put them up. Keep them up.

Nice shooting, Gunnie.

Yeah, you got what you came for.

I think it's time you owe us

your side of the bargain.

You do, huh?

Yes, I do, son. I certainly do.

Why don't we think about all this

that has gone on

just as a preamble?

You got any plans after this?

You have a rather unique skill set.

I'd be interested in offering you a job.

Work? For you?

It's not really as bad as it seems.

It's all gonna be done in any case.

You might as well be on the side

that gets you well paid for your efforts.

And what side are you on?

There are no sides.

There's no Sunnis and Shiites.

There's no Democrats and Republicans.

There's only haves and have-nots.

What exactly does working for you

entail, Senator?

Raping and murdering innocent women

and children, you sick f***?

You sanctioned the mass murder

of an entire village

so a pipeline could go through.

One village!

And it brought stability to the region.

Which means that no one

chops off their arms

because their

grandmother's grandfather

belonged to a different tribe.

They like us down there, boy.

This is a country

where the Secretary of Defense

can go on TV

and tell the American public,

oh, that "This is about freedom!

It's not about oil!"

And nobody questions him,

because they don't want to hear

the answer

because it's a lie!

There's only so many places

at the table, Gunnie.

Now are you on the inside,

or are you on the out?

It's the FBI!

It's gonna be okay. Hold this.

If one of them betrays

the principles of the accrual...

I don't think so, Senator.

- What are you doing?

- Saving our lives.

- That proved you were innocent!

- Nobody out here is innocent!

This stuff's plutonium.

Nobody can handle it without dying.

You hand it over to the authorities,

it's just gonna disappear, along with us!

Unless you want to get buried

in the hills outside Terlingua.

I'm out, old man!

I'm just a peckerwood who lives

in the hills with too many guns.

You happy?

Where do you think you're going?

Washington!

You going to shoot

a sitting U.S. senator in the back?

Lord knows I want to.

I didn't think so.

Let him go.

They've got your rifle.

From the beginning,

they've always had your rifle.

Recovered at the site.

You can talk as much as you want,

but in the end,

you're going to die by lethal injection,

and I'm going to go back

to what I was doing.

I won.

You lost.

Get used to the idea, son.

I'm not your son.

- Drop your weapons! Put it down now!

- Don't move!

Special Agent Nick Memphis, FBI!

Don't shoot!

- Down, now!

- On the ground!

I said get down!

- Could I free my hands, please?

- It's okay.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks for bringing her.

Hey. I'm sorry about everything.

It's not your fault. It is what it is.

This is Attorney General Russert.

- Director Brandt.

- Sir.

Senator Meachum couldn't be

with us today.

I'm sure we can manage without him.

Sergeant Swagger,

you asked for this meeting.

Against my better judgment,

I've agreed to it as a favor to the FBI.

What the hell am I doing here?

You've got nothing on me. I'm covered.

Call the Joint Chief.

That won't be necessary, Colonel,

as I have already received

no less than a dozen calls

from highly-ranked

and powerfully-placed individuals

telling me to let you go.

But the joy of checks and balances

in our government is that I can,

and am, indeed, required by law,

to tell them to f*** off.

This is about evidence

and finding out the truth,

so you sit there and be quiet.

Sergeant, you've got five minutes.

Thank you.

This is my weapon.

No question about it, don't deny it.

You recovered it at the scene

moments after the assassination.

We agree?

It's been in the FBI's possession

ever since,

hasn't been tampered with in any way?

No. Absolutely not.

- You fire the weapon?

- There was no point.

The slug was mangled

beyond recognition.

It was, however,

an exact metallurgical match.

Right. Definitely my bullets.

Definitely my gun.

Special Agent Memphis,

you believe I shot that Archbishop?

Nope. No, I don't.

- Have any proof of this fact?

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