All language subtitles for Shooter.S01E01.720p.WEB.HD

.

[wind blowing]

- A bullet will kill you
three ways.

The first way: extremities.

Miss a major artery
and you got ten to 20 minutes

before you bleed out.
[gunshot]

The second way: anywhere
in the tens, center chest.

The bullet will tumble,
lots of bone to splinter,

the heart
or the arteries get hit,

blood pressure drops to zero.

[gunshot]

The final way is the kill shot.

Middle of the skull,
any angle.

Like a marionette
with the strings cut,

you're dead before your brain
can process what happened.

Guns change everything,

and a bullet is forever.

[soft dramatic music]

*

[water flowing]

[birds and insects chirping]

*

[heart beating slowly]

[safety clicks]

[heart beating slowly]

*

[inhales slowly]

[gunshot]
[metal clangs]

[distant indistinct chatter
and laughter]

*

[wolf snarls and growls]

[wolf whines]

Easy, easy.

I'm not here to hurt you.

*

[quietly]
Yeah, there you go.

Just a little something
in case you get an infection.

Be good to go in a day.

[approaching laughter]

- Hey, that wolf is ours.

- She might have
a different opinion.

- What did you do to it?

- Tranquilizer,
so I could get that trap off.

What you got there?

- What the hell are you doing?

*

- Let me guess, dentist?

- Orthodontist.

What does that have to do
with anything?

- .223 Remington.

55 grain?

You guys have no idea
what I'm talking about, do you?

The kid at Walmart
who sold you this crap

should've told you.

This bullet isn't
powerful enough

to take down anything bigger
than a squirrel.

- How 'bout this one?

You think it has enough
stopping power for you?

- Washington State doesn't allow
trap hunting of wolves.

But, even if it was legal,

it's a bullshit way
to kill an animal like that.

If you're gonna hunt, at least
give the animal a chance.

- Well, we ain't giving out
chances today, asshole.

[grunts]

[both grunting]

[dart gun fires]

- See how you like being hunted
when you can't move.

- [grunts]

[dramatic music]

.

- * I'm crawling up the walls
and I'm *

* I'm getting hit by squalls

* And the thing
about you squaws *

- Daddy!

Mama, Daddy's home!

- * I'm getting hit
by wild squalls *

- He's home?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?

[music ends]
[car door opens]

[car door closes]

- You save me any dinner
kitten-mouse?

- Mom said you were
supposed to be bringing dinner.

Mom, Dad didn't get dinner.
- What?

Do you think maybe
he's pulling your leg?

- I don't know.
Maybe?

- Yeah, let's hope so.
[both chuckle]

- I found it.

Come on down and get it
for your mom.

- Go grab it.

- I gotta put my tools away.

- Okay, honey.

I got it all, right?

Your orange chicken, egg rolls,

and extra sweet and sour sauce.
- Yeah.

I did see that.

I'm surprised though.

I know you went hunting all day,

and all you shot me was
Chinese takeout, huh?

- I had something,
but I missed.

- Bullshit.

You don't miss, Bob Lee.

- Missed you.
- Mm.

- Bless us, oh, Lord,
for these thy gifts,

which we're about to receive,

from thy bounty
through Christ our Lord.

both: Amen.
- Good job, honey.

I think that was
your best grace yet.

- You say that every night.
- [laughs softly]

- He does, doesn't he?

- 'Cause you keep
getting better.

- There you go.
- Don't you get bored

all alone up there?

- Bored?

How could I get bored
in all that beautiful nature

and animals and plants and...

there's a million things
to do out there.

- But there's no internet.

- [laughs softly]
- Exactly.

That's the whole point.

That's why it's
Daddy's happy place.

- [laughs]

- Up the wooden hill,

and it is time for bed.

- No, Daddy.
- Yes, Mary.

Ready?
[grunts]

Boom.

Here, get under.

- Story first.

- Oh, I'm--
you know what?

Your mommy really wants me
to spend some time with her.

Can we do story tomorrow?

- Please, please, please, Daddy.

- Okay.

What do you wanna hear?
- Kandahar!

- Oh, honey,
Kandahar takes too long.

- Tikrit?

Fine, Basrah.

- [quietly]
Oh, Basrah.

You've heard this one,
like, six times.

- Then this will make seven.

- All right.

So we're going after
Basan Al Amini.

We got a small squad.

Donny and I were on recon.

- Night vision?

- We don't need night vision.
We're Marines.

- Semper fi.
- Semper fi.

- Why don't you just use
your kung fu to break it?

- It's not called kung fu,
Mouse.

It's not for cutting wood.

[car approaches and stops]

- Who's that, Daddy?

[car door opens]
Will you go get Daddy an OJ?

Please?

Go on.
[car door closes]

You've been parked up at
the turnout for about an hour,

trying to make me nervous?
- [chuckles]

I thought snipers
didn't get nervous?

- I said trying.

It's good to see you, Gunny.
- You too, Captain Johnson.

- Even though
you were hard to track down.

Couldn't find any place
more remote?

- I don't mind people.
I just like to see 'em coming.

- [chuckles]
You look good, Bob Lee.

How's the hip?

- Don't think I'll be in
Cirque du Soleil anytime soon,

but getting by.

Is this a friendly call
or Secret Service business?

Your lapel pin.

That's color of the day, right?

- [chuckles]

Damn, you really don't
miss a thing, do you?

Turns out a guy who ran snipers
for the Corps

actually has some value.

I'm on the president's
advance team.

- All right.

- You got a place we could talk,
privately?

- Yeah, it's down here.

- [chuckles]

I see you are still
a bleeding heart liberal.

- You never know when shit's
gonna get weird.

- [chuckles]

- What can I do for you,
Captain?

- This is gonna be one of those
conversations we never had.

[zipper rasps]

Ten days ago,
a CIA agent was killed

in Seneca State Forest,
Virginia.

He was shot by a sniper.

We found the hide
1,400 yards away.

- Damn.
- No evidence of multiple shots.

- Damn, 1,400 yards.

One shot,
so he couldn't afford to miss.

He had lots of trees.

Three steps and the target would
be behind the canopy, right?

[dramatic music]

*

That doesn't look like
a .50 cal.

- .338 based on the slug.

- All right, so...

3/4-mile shot through the woods.

You got humidity, vegetation,

hell, even the rotation
of the Earth could be a factor.

Boy's a shooter.

[gunshot]

*

- Oh, yeah,
he's a shooter all right.

This was written
to the president.

It states that in 21 days
he'll be executed

at Seattle Science
and Robotic Center.

The letter says, and I quote,

"I am the angel of death.
No one can stop me."

We believe
this is from T. Solotov.

*

- Solotov?

Are you f---ing kidding me?

- No.

- What the hell is a Chechen
sniper doing in Virginia?

- I don't know
and right now I don't care.

My job is to protect
the president.

That's why I'm here.

- I gotta check on my daughter.

*

- There's only a handful
of shooters in the world

who would take a shot
from 3/4 of a mile away,

much less a headshot,
and make it,

and you're one of 'em.

That's why I need your help
to stop him.

- You got plenty of smart guys
around you.

- You gotta understand.

We get hundreds of threats a day
against the president.

I don't have the resources
to scout a shot

taken 500 yards outside
of our tier-three perimeter.

Yeah, I got a handful of guys,
but no one like you.

- Daddy,
we gotta finish the porch

before Mommy gets home.

- Yeah, I'll be right there,
honey.

As you can see,
I'm kind of busy.

- What happened to you,
Gunny?

I'm asking for your help.

The president is asking.

Look, man...

nobody blames you
for Donny getting shot,

but you gotta put that shit
behind you

and move on.

- I've moved on, Captain.

- Your country needs you,
Bob Lee.

- What did he want?

- Ah, nothing, baby.

.

[electronic music]

- [speaking Russian]

*

[woman moaning]
[man laughing]

- Yes. Yes. Yes.

[man speaking Russian]
[woman moaning]

[dramatic music]

*

- Go get him.
Quietly.

- All right, gentlemen,
that's a green light.

- Copy that.
[engine starts]

*

- Come on, Mikey,
how much longer?

- This is not
as easy as it looks.

- Well, I need it to be.

[tumbler clicks]
- Got it.

[cell phone vibrates]

*

[suspenseful music]

*

[man speaking Russian]

- FBI, everybody down!

[indistinct chatter]

What the hell are you guys
doing here?

Dimitri...

[speaking Russian]

Hey, Dimitri!

*

Dimitri!

[both grunt]

- What the hell you doing here?
- FBI!

- Homeland, we got here first.

Could you point that thing
somewhere else?

- [grunting and breathing heavy]

- [speaking Russian]

- Shut up.

- What?

Oh, come on,
that's six months of work

you're loading into that van.

- What's your name, Agent?

- Oh, my God, you Homeland guys
are unbelievable.

I mean, at least let me
talk to him first.

- I assume you called the
Washington State Fusion Center,

got your ops plan
on the war-board?

So that no other federal agency
would step on your toes?

Isaac Johnson, Secret Service.

Let me get the admin on call.

I'm having
a jurisdictional issue.

- Wait, wait, I did have time
to get it on the war-board.

Regardless, he's my asset.

At least tell me
why you took him.

- Why do you want him?

- He told me he had
time-sensitive intel.

- Intel on what?

- Voydian runs
an illegal import business.

You know what?
I got a novel idea...

I mean, why don't we
work together, you know?

FBI, Secret Service,
Homeland,

we're all on the same side,
right?

- No.
Let me see your shield.

Agent Memphis.

So you cowboy into a known
Russian mob establishment

over illegal imports?

Oh, you thought
it was something bigger?

- Yeah, well, guess I was right
since you just snatched him up.

You gonna tell me why?

- No.

Nice to meet you.

- [exhales]

- She went down like a rock.

- Well, we worked hard today.
- Yeah.

Deck looks good.

- Hey, I was gonna tell you.
- About?

- About Captain Johnson
coming by.

She just beat me to it.

- She said he offered you a job.

- Yeah, he said,
uh, some sniper

made a crazy threat
against the president.

Wanted me to help him clear it.

- Sniper who?

Solotov?

Jesus.

[exhales]
Listen...

I know that you don't like
to talk about this stuff,

but what happened to Donny,

I know that it still hurts you.

Just let me in.

[Gillbanks' "Anxious?"]

- * I'm always wondering

* How you put up
with it *

* I'm just a kid,
I promise I'm okay *

*

* I'm not gonna take you out

* Surprise

* 'Cause I don't really
care enough *

* About you

- We've been going over
this plan for a week, sir.

We're ready to get after it.

- Status change
on the Chechen sniper?

- He could be everywhere
or nowhere.

Either way, we're good to go.

- You know they brought that
asshole here to nail you, right?

- If he's keeping me
from getting behind my rifle,

he already has.

I'm not doing anybody any favors
PT'ing all day.

- You're not doing any favors if
you get yourself killed either.

- Yes, sir.

- You and Donny ready
for the green light?

- 100%, sir.

- Consider it lit.

Hey, stay dangerous.

- Yes, sir!

Time to hunt, Pork.

- Damn, finally.

What's the plan?

- Overwatch for Delta.

We got a four klick hump
to our number one.

- Four, that's all?
Thought this was gonna be hard.

At this rate,
I'ma die of old age.

- That's the best way to die.

All right, get your shit
in one bag and let's go.

- All right, all right.

It's about damn time,
gentlemen.

- Pork gonna get some.

Donny had a saying:

"A bullet is forever."

And one day I'm like,

"What the hell is that
supposed to mean?"

And he just smiles and says,
"You'll see."

So we're in this shitty pile
of rocks outside of Kandahar.

[gravel crunching]

Slow down, Donny.

We heard Solotov was nearby,

but we'd been camped out
for, like, a week and nothing.

- Could have exited
from either side of the compass.

Besides, there's been nothing
on the infrared for a week.

No man lays still for that long.

- Yeah, you wanna
bet your life on that?

- I'm a Marine.
I'm already betting my life.

- Donny wanted to go south.

It was faster.

My gut said we go north.

All right, go north.

- You're the Nailer.

- I told you not
to call me that.

- I'd love it if somebody
would call me something cool.

- You don't like Pork?
Pork's cool.

- You've had three spotters.
You called all of them Pork.

- It's easy to remember.

- I don't even like bacon.

All right, going first.
- No, no, no.

I'm not making that call
to your mama.

After me, Pork.

[soft dramatic music]

I heard it before I felt it.

[gunshot]

Ah!
[grunts]

Solotov misjudged the wind,
but he...

recalculated for a second shot.

[distant voice]
Donny, no!

[gunshot]

He was dead before he fell.

*

Donny!

*

Donny was right.
[exhales deeply]

A bullet is forever.

He died
because I trusted my gut.

- No, he didn't.

He died
because Solotov shot him.

That wasn't your fault.

*

Look...

I love you,

and I would never tell you
how to live your life,

but maybe the best way
to put this behind you...

is payback the favor.

Punch Solotov's ticket.

- And what if my instincts
are wrong?

- Then you adjust your dope
and you fire again.

*

- I love it
when you talk sexy.

.

- Jack Payne, Bob Lee Swagger.

Payne's Counter-terrorism.
He's our Solotov expert.

Your paperwork is still moving,
but I don't wanna lose a day.

We consider this a real threat.

Motorcade stops there.

Dignitaries and special visitors
at the rope line.

- He'll shake a few hands?

- Yeah, but we got that covered.

Agents around him
and in the crowd.

Consider it 15 seconds
from the Beast to the podium.

- How are you protecting
his six?

- Triple thick bulletproof
backdrop behind him.

It'll stop anything.

- He presents with
the Ukrainian president,

then they take a tour inside.

- Since Solotov warned you,
why not cancel?

- [chuckles]
If we cancelled

every credible threat we got,

he'd never leave
the White House.

They schedule him, I secure him.
That's the drill.

- Even if we could move it,
we want Solotov,

so if he's gonna be here,
let's figure out where.

Now, Flashlight's route
won't be made public

till the day before, so...

- He doesn't need
to know the route.

He knows where it ends.

He's not gonna take a shot
at the president's limo.

It might as well be a tank.

Solotov's not gonna
take any chances.

If he's hunting,

he's gonna wait for his shot
and it'll be perfect.

- And that's exactly why
I need you Bob Lee.

You're the only one
who can neutralize him.

I need a complete workup.

Distances,
location possibilities,

everything.

We've got some nice range tech,
too.

I can set you up.

- Without firing his rifle,

most of it'll be
educated guessing.

- [scoffs]
Shit, Bob Lee,

you're educated guess is
better than most.

- We got these 12 hours ago.

[soft dramatic music]

Say hello to T. Solotov.

That's the only known photo
of him,

taken from a drone
over the Sudan.

- Drone wasn't even
supposed to be there.

The pilot was taking
the scenic route home,

caught it by accident.

- [chuckles]

Modified Saber-Forsst.

- Damn.
- We rebuilt it from the photo.

Right down to his custom optics.

We'll ship it to you.

- All right, I'll get the ammo
and start shooting right away.

I'll check in in a couple days.

- Sooner the better.

- [exhales]

So that's the great
Bob the Nailer, huh?

He don't seem like much.

- There was this, uh,
girls' school in Afghanistan,

three miles south of Jupar.

Bob Lee and his spotter were
alone doing recon when they saw

a platoon of Taliban
bearing down on the school.

We know what the Taliban does
to young girls in Afghanistan

trying to get an education.

Bob Lee and his spotter
could have simply moved on.

No one would have ever known
they were there.

Instead,

he took on 200 Taliban
over 46 hours.

Moving and shooting.

Didn't sleep, didn't eat,
just hunted.

51 kills,

all command level.

And that girls' school?

It's still there to this day.

[chuckles]
Taliban won't go near it.

They say it's cursed.

Underestimate Bob Lee Swagger
at your own peril.

He's the real deal.

[Yoko and the Oh No's
"Movin' On"]

- * Loneliness
is an awful thing *

* I'm losing my place

* Take me to where
the caviar sing *

* And I'm leavin'
without a trace *

* And I will
keep, keep, keep *

* Keep movin', movin',
movin' on my own *

* Yeah

*

* Memories dry my tears

* Even if I'm a jerk

* And I will keep,
keep, keep *

* Keep movin', movin',
movin' on my own *

*

* Keep, keep, keep, keep

- Nadine,
can I see you a minute?

- * Movin', movin', movin'
movin' on my own *

- I had a nice chat with
a friend at the Secret Service.

- Sir, those Homeland guys are
always yelling national security

whenever they're snaking a bust.

I worked Dimitri Voydian
for six months.

- Did you know
he was Russian FSB?

Sent over this morning
courtesy of Homeland.

Russia said he was disavowed

right around the time
you two met.

He was handling security
for a small sect of the Bratva

feeding us intel on rival gangs.

Nadine, if it got out that the
FBI was helping a Russian spy...

Homeland did us a favor.

- Look, Voydian called me,

said he had information
that was gonna get him killed.

He said he would only
give it to me.

He was desperate.

- Like I don't have enough
trouble with this mess?

And now you want
to open a new investigation

because you got egg
on your face?

Sit down.

Do me a favor.

Do something
you don't normally do:

listen to me
and do not get involved

in this Voydian mess.
That's an order.

- You're right.

You've given me
multiple chances.

You deserve better.
I'm sorry.

- Stop,
you're not any good at that.

- At what?
- Kissing ass.

Oh, and since you're so happy
to work with the Secret Service,

they sent this.

President's visit means they
prioritize potential threats

into three groups.

Those are the Charlies.

- So the least threatening.

- Mainly, any wacko
with an email account.

If someone seems off,

send it to me
and I'll pass it along.

Oh,
and they need to be cleared.

Oh, and Nadine?

I know you're trying.
I appreciate it,

but you need to try harder.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft dramatic music]

*

- Here are the shells.
Good luck with the bird.

- Good to see you, Bob Lee.

Got your regular order
right here.

- Not today, Henry.
I'm trying out a new rifle.

You got any .338 Lapua Magnum?

- Sure we do.

- Might need some powder
and some .338 bullets too.

- We'll take care of that.

[Muse's "Psycho"]

*

- * Love

* It will get you nowhere

* You are on your own

* Lost in the wild

* So come to me now

* I could use someone
like you *

* Someone who'll kill
on my command *

* And asks no questions
- * I'm gonna make you

[gunshot]
* I'm gonna break you

* I'm gonna make you

- * A psycho

*

* A psycho

*

* I am a psycho

* Your ass belongs to me now

* Oh

*

* Your mind

* Is just a program

* And I'm the virus

* I'm changing the station

* I'll improve
your thresholds *

* I'll turn you into
a super drone *

- * A super drone

* I'm gonna make you

* I'm gonna break you

* I'm gonna make you

* A psycho

[heart beating slowly]

[heart beat slowing down]

[inhales slowly]

.

- [quietly]
Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is
the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death.

Amen.

[cell phone vibrates]

[sighs]

[sighs]

- This better be good,
Agent Memphis.

We've got 100 different threats
to clear by tomorrow.

- I did some looking around,
and I think I'm onto something.

[soft tense music]

*

- What you got for me, Agent?

- I know Voydian was FSB.

I wasn't sure if it was tied
to your investigation,

especially with the upcoming
presidential visit.

- You could have kept this FBI,
why'd you call me?

- Figured it'd be helpful.

- And you want to get out
of the Seattle Field Office.

I read your file.

You shot a hostage
at the Umbauqa Bank.

- It was a good shooting,
and I've more than paid for it.

*

- All right, Agent Memphis.

I'll have my office reach out
when I get back to D.C.

See if we can
find you some room.

If whatever you found is
worth something.

- Thank you, sir.

[quietly speaking in Russian]

The last time
Voydian and I talked,

he was nervous about something.
It was bigger than imports.

Before you guys took him away,
he left information for me.

He hid it
in one of the massage rooms.

*

They're all written
by the same journalist,

Karlyna Ordenko.

Now, my Ukrainian isn't great,
but...

something about
a city called Graznyole.

According to her,
the Russians are getting ready

to stage something big.

- The president's motorcade
enters the kill zone at 12:34...

[sirens sound]

Off 4th
and then onto the turnout

before coming to a stop.
[tires squeal]

[cheers and applause]

He'll exit the Beast,

followed by
the Ukrainian president,

Shake a few hands,
then make his way to the podium

where he'll speak for
approximately seven minutes.

Might as well be seven years
for a sniper.

Knowing exactly where
the president will be standing

gives Solotov an advantage
that's almost unbeatable.

It's gonna have your team
doubling, tripling security,

covering every angle of attack,

which is why he's not gonna
take the shot there.

He's gonna take the shot here,

the moment
he gets out of his limo.

- No, Swagger, that--
that's not possible.

- Let him continue, Payne.

- [exhales]

- The human head is roughly
22 inches in circumference.

The gap from his limo
to the rope line is 3 yards.

President's gait makes that
2 1/2 steps.

At 1,000 yards, the shooter has
almost two full seconds

to make that shot.

It is the best location
hands down.

[bullet whistles]

*

- Solotov's not gonna
take that shot.

- Because you're moving in
a giant flag as an obstruction.

Hanging from a crane
across Denny Way.

*

- That was classified.
How'd you find out?

- The same way Solotov will,

by doing my homework.

On top of this parking garage,
at 1,400 yards,

he has not obstructions
to the motorcade stop,

but he's gotta shoot fast.

He can pre-rig the mount
to the exact height

as long as he stops
in the right spot.

- No way he's getting away.
We've got air, ground.

He wouldn't get ten feet.

- And Solotov has no history
of mobile hits.

*

- Whatever you think you know
about Solotov,

he knows ten times about you.

he's a master sniper.

The guy has worked
in the worst conditions

mankind has ever created,
under all kinds of heavy fire

with one goal:

kill his target.

He knows the window
around the event,

he knows
the Secret Service schedule,

he knows the perimeters,

and he knows the exact moment
to take the shot,

and he's gonna
take it from here.

*

1,580 yards,

line of sight to the president
for a full three seconds,

wide enough so the wind won't be
a surprise.

Got Solotov here shooting low,

sunlight behind him
so the target's well lit.

He'll be out the door
before you hear the shot.

- But he won't shoot
through glass.

It'll screw with trajectory.

- Small wired charges...

will break the window
timed to the shot.

No one'll hear the glass
until it's too late.

[quiet explosion]
[glass clatters]

[gunshot]
[bullet whistles]

That's how it's gonna go down.

- The president appreciates
you jumping in.

If you're available, I know he'd
like to thank you personally.

- That won't be necessary,
Captain.

I'm happy to help.
- Trust me,

He won't take "no"
for an answer.

Payne, get your team ready.

You guys can prep here.

I'm gonna get
the man who shot you, Bob Lee.

- Yes, sir.

- Something wrong?

- No, I must have
left the light on.

Here.

- Yep.
- I'm gonna go turn it off.

[soft suspenseful music]

.

[knocks on door]

- Hey, did you get
my Charlie list?

- Three names.
Passed 'em on last night.

Something wrong?

- Yeah, there was one guy
on the list,

ex-Marine, seemed off.

- I didn't see any marine.

- It's just that he was--

it was odd that he was
being considered a Charlie.

His record was completely clean,
sparkling.

- Yeah.

- Anyway,
you going to this thing?

- No, I've met the president.

Um, they say they need bodies
on the outer perimeter.

You wanna help out?
- I have a bunch of stuff--

- I'll forward this to you,
okay?

You can close the door
on the way out.

[dramatic music]

[sirens wailing]

*

- Flashlight is
three minutes out.

*

- Try to relax a little.

It's exciting just to be here.

*

- Let's move back a little.

- If we do that,
we're gonna be sitting

on our front porch watching.

- I think we can see better
from over there.

Come on.

*

[siren sounding]

- Flashlight is one minute out.

*

[helicopter blades whirring]

*

[patriotic music]

*

[cheers and applause]

[United States Marine Band's
"Hail to the Chief"]

*

- Everything okay?

- Nah, something's wrong.

They shoulda had him by now.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?
- It's Payne.

He's not here.
- What?

- He's not here.

No Solotov, no gun, no nothing.

- Oh, no.

[sirens sounding]

[cheers and applause]

- Get out of here, now.
- What?

- Go, just go!
- No, Bob Lee,

where are you going?

[suspenseful music]

- I made a mistake.

He's gonna use charges
to drop the flag.

He's in location "A."
You gotta call Johnson.

- You're breaking up.
- Call him!

*

[cheers and applause]

*

[wood crashes]

[breathing heavily]

[quiet explosion]

[gunshot]

[crowd screaming]

*

- Hey, Swagger.

- What did he want?

*

[slow-motion gun shot]

[grunts and gasps]

[groaning and coughing]

[gun cocks]
- Stay on the ground, now!

Hands behind your head!

Do it!
- My name is Bob Lee Swagger.

I did not kill the president.

*

.

[dramatic music]

*