Sniper: Legacy Page #2

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Didn't see any upside in it.

Everyone involved

got a high-paying job with the corporation

when they got back home.

With all due respect, sir,

the men that get those high-paying jobs

end up about six feet lower

than I care to park my desk.

Who do you think did it?

Ideas or actionable intel?

What's your gut say?

Simpson. Got the raw talent.

He just got back from Afghanistan

a couple months ago.

Spent time in the psych ward at Landstuhl.

He's been in the sh*t too long.

We think he's somewhere in Syria,

tracking one of our members.

Shope?

And we think your boy Beckett

might also be on his list.

Why would he want Brandon?

Because last night there was

a fourth killing.

- Thomas Beckett?

- He was taken out in Rome.

He was the best shooter I ever knew.

F***er could thread a needle.

So what are you gonna do about it?

Find Simpson, shut him down.

There's an ax

coming through your door, Colonel.

And this island's not so far off the grid.

That's why I've got you.

This is all the Intel we have.

Sir.

Hey.

They still calling you Bullet-Face?

So I hear you're lookin' for a transfer?

Word travels fast.

When were you gonna tell me?

- Sanaa, I...

- No, look... Fine, it's fine.

Just thought we were friends.

We are.

- Doesn't feel like it sometimes.

- It does to me.

It's so much easier for you guys,

especially you with your legacy.

My legacy?

Wanna know why I became a sniper?

Yeah.

Republic of the Congo.

A sniper took out my entire squad,

missed killing me by less than an inch.

I don't believe in misses.

The bullet either wants you or doesn't.

Hey, Beckett!

Bullet-Face is sending me home.

You rat-f***ed me.

I did you a favor, Reese.

Go home.

The Green Jackets will be happy

to have their shooter back.

We've got some business to finish first.

You really wanna do this?

Yeah.

F***ing Beckett!

So what was that all about?

Just a couple of guys who kill for a living

getting into a bar fight.

What are you doing here, Brandon?

Chasin' a ghost.

Thomas Beckett?

Walkin' in the shadow of a giant.

He's just a man, Brandon.

I'll tell you a story about a girl

and her father.

They lived in this small town

in the south of Lebanon.

He was the mayor.

He was working with the police to try to stop

local farmers from growing heroin poppy.

One day the girl came home from school.

She found her father's severed head

on the front steps.

The police who had been hired

to protect him, assassinated him.

I'm sorry.

My mom picked up our lives

and moved us to Chicago.

Never looked back.

And you?

I joined the Corps.

Actually where I realized I could shoot.

Which brings me here,

back in the Middle East, shooting long-guns

with you at the command of Major Bidwell.

I actually learned a lot from him.

He taught me that

no matter what country you're in.

You don't really know who the bad guys are.

So you find a shooter who you trust

and join forces with him.

Gunny?

Get dressed, I need a minute.

Major?

I'm not good at small talking

over the facts of things,

so I'm just gonna come out and say it.

A U.S. sniper went rogue

and killed several military officers.

One of those men was your father.

My father?

I'm sorry, kid.

How?

Who?

That's need to know.

I know you never knew him

and maybe it doesn't matter to you,

but he was the best shooter I ever knew.

He would've been proud of you.

Is that it?

No, I'm gonna take a small team

and tie this thing off.

I can't take you with me

because the Colonel says so.

Besides, you wouldn't know how to keep

on the trigger without making it personal.

This isn't personal for you?

Yes, it is.

But I know how to make it a job.

Our training teaches us

not to personalize killing.

I myself,

I think there's something

to be said for revenge.

So what are you saying?

What I'm saying is,

I hope you don't sneak off the base

and take this thing into your own hands.

Because if you do,

you will be on loan-out to yourself.

And if you get caught,

I will throw your ass under a f***ing bus.

Yes, Major.

And, Gunny,

I know he wasn't much of a father,

but he was a hell of a man.

How's it goin', Mango?

Hey, Twinkle Toes Cantara.

I'm spottin' for you on this mission.

I got your six.

Cool, man.

We'll see ya, kid. Wheel's up! Let's roll!

Sir?

- Where's Brandon?

- He's not making this trip.

May I ask why?

Nope. Load up!

This is Viper-One to Command Op,

we're 600 klicks

from AFB Incirlik and rolling.

ETA approximately five hours.

Copy that, Viper-One. Be safe out there.

This is Tiger-Two Seven to Tower.

We're ready

and waitin' your command, over.

This is Tower.

You're cleared for take-off. Confirm Viper's on board, ready for incursion.

That's affirmative,

the team's locked and loaded.

We are approximately 80 minutes

from DZ Alpha Bravo.

Roger that, Tiger-Two Seven,

be safe out there.

- Major Shope!

- Bidwell?

Yeah.

They call you Bullet-Face, right?

I have heard that before, yes.

This is Sanaa Malik, Eddie Cantara.

Sniper?

I prefer the word shooter.

Okay.

Now we know who we all are.

Sol heard somebody wants me dead?

Well, tell 'em to take a number.

Everybody within a thousand klicks of here

wants me dead.

Someone in particular, linked to

what you were doing in Afghanistan.

On April the 22nd, 2004.

Yes, Sentinel. I remember that mission.

Afghanistan.

We were escorting a group of

Army Intel out of theater.

We were ambushed.

It was a cluster f***.

We lost half the men to friendly fire.

Someone is killing every officer

who served on that mission.

You're the last one alive.

380 tons of heroin and morphine is produced

in Afghanistan and trafficked up into Europe.

The Heroin Highway starts

in the Helmand River Valley

and moves through Iran, Iraq

and then into Syria before entering Turkey

and making its way into Europe.

These drugs bankroll terrorism

and it's our job to stop it.

They move through small villages,

sometimes forcing the local men and women

to work as slave labor.

These cartels are protected by kill squads.

At 1800 today, the group we've been hunting

will deliver the heroin to a town

on the outskirts of Bayda

in exchange for weapons.

My team's forward deployed.

They're getting in position now.

We will be there to say

hello and f*** them up.

In and out in 30 minutes.

This is an urban op, ladies.

I don't need to remind you there's

an 88% casualty rate.

Don't silhouette, watch your angles

and stay out of the fatal funnel.

The drugs and weapons

will be destroyed on site.

This is not a recovery mission.

We leave zero signature.

Questions?

Thank you.

Right.

While Major Shope and your

I.N.L. team are busy f***ing them up,

my boys and girls will be on the green-side

providing long-range support.

For those of you who skipped class,

that's short for sniping in the weeds.

Thank you.

We'll also be filling the surrounding areas

with these little babies.

GSM surveillance devices,

real time HD audio and video

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