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[WHIRRING]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Hey.

Simpson.

SIMPSON: I didn't
think you'd come.

STEFFEN: We chewed
the same sand.

SIMPSON: Yeah, I'm still
pickin' it outta my teeth.

Shit, man.

Long time.

How ya doin', Smitty?

I haven't heard that nickname
since Mission Sentinel.

I'm doin' good.

The German doctors
down in Landstuhl,

they stitched me back
together pretty well.

When'd you get
outta that sandbox?

Couple of months back.

Doin' okay?

They say I am.

Hey, they broke me,
they gotta fix me.

Welcome to the world.

[WHIRRING]

Listen, Smitty, I know
this is not a good time

to be lookin' for a job.
But if...

I said I'm okay.

I got a line on a job
over at Sembach Annex,

training Army Snipers.
[CHUCKLES]

You know what they say,
"Those who can't, teach."

Well, the Army
owes you that.

[CELL PHONE BEEPING]

It's my daughter
Alex at school.[BEEPING]

I didn't know
you had a kid.

I got two, Alex and Lucy.

Don't see much of 'em.
Not any more.

Sorry.

Yeah.

You guys threw
me under the bus
on Sentinel.

We got sent on a bad mission

and people died.

They hung that
friendly-fire shit on me.

Your gun did it.

I was ordered to fire.

And I was ordered
by the Colonel

to give those orders.

Call it a wash.

What are we
doin' here, Smitty?

You got somethin'
to say, say it.

Do you think that
God will forgive us

for all the shit
that we've done?

We did things right,
most of the time.

We were drinkin'
from the devil's cup.

That's just war.

So that's it?

That's it.

Just like that.

So fuck you and fuck
the Colonel, I did my job.

And I did mine.

[YAPPING]

SANAA: Hey, did I tell ya?

Getting my
citizenship next month.

BRANDON: Finally
came through, huh? Mmm-hmm.

It pays to be a Marine.

God, I can't wait to
have that blue passport.

Well deserved.

So, Corporal, you got
an interesting nickname.

Mango?Yeah, where'd it come from?

My first live op,
we were in East Timor.

Thirty days in the jungle,
short on food supply.

So I made my team
a mango-snake salad.

What'd you season it with?

Sea salt.

Hmm.

Sounds good
right about now.

SANAA: Movement, one o'clock. BRANDON: Range me.

Thirteen hundred.

[CLICKING]

BRANDON: On target.

Hold scope. Wind?

It's comin' off the mountain
at our one o'clock,

quarter value,
push two clicks to the right.

[CLICKING]

Angle?

Descending 18 degrees,
no adjustment.

BRANDON: More Syrians
coming into Turkey.
Who can blame 'em?

[WHISTLING] [URINATING]

Your move, Reese.

White rook captures F five.

Fuck.

That's it, son.
Check and mate.

BRANDON: [OVER RADIO] NS-Two,
NS-Two, this is NS-One, over.

NS-One, this is NS-Two,
what's your traffic, over?

NS-Two, please advise
on your sit rep, over.

Livin' the dream, baby.

How's your focus?

Currently, I am focused
on cleaning my barrel.

BRANDON: I can
see your silhouette.

Get back in your hide.

Can I shake first?

Oh, you got jokes?

Always.

Keeps me light, on the edge,
where I need to be.

You need to be on your scope.

I know you're a member
of the Green Jackets
Team back in the UK,

but sniping isn't just
about shooting straight,

you also have to shoot first,

so get back on your rifle.

Tell knucklehead
riding shotgun to put
the chess set away.

Aye-aye.

[ZIPS FLY]

Got something. Could be
our guy. 12 o'clock.

BRANDON:
This party's startin'.

NS-Two, put your dick
away and lock it up.

Time to go to work.

SANAA: Vehicle, belt-fed AK.
They're coming heavy.

Call it out.

[SHOUTING]

Target on ground.
Head-wrap, sackcloth.

He's a real charmer.

Hey!

Do the math.

970 meters.

Wind, one-half value.

Angle, 13 degrees descending.
No adjustment.

On target.

Fire when ready.

Refugees are
blocking my shot.

NS-Two, do you
have a clean shot
to the Tango, over?

Give me a sec.

Go two up.

BRANDON: This is
a senior Taliban.

If you have
a clean shot,
send the mail now.

Roger that, over.

Put some lead on
this guy, Reese.

Do it now!

Hey! Hey! [PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Miss. Ready for a gunfight?

Thought you'd never ask.Go to guns.

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

Hit.

BRANDON: Give me a shot.

[BRAYING]

[SCREAMS]

NS-Two, you have
two hostile technicals
approaching your position.

Fuck me!
We're takin' heavy fire!

[GROANS]

Man down! Man down!

Position to lead truck.

816 meters and closing,
25 miles an hour.

Two-mil lead.

[SHOUTING]

Beckett, I need some help!

Large rock, 750 meters.

Two guys on foot.

[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]

Guy with the AK,
on the ground, 800 meters.

Hostile threat down.Where's the target?

Heading south, fast.

Range me.

Range is long gone.

Call it in.

Let's pack it up.

Yeah.

Hog's Den, Hog's Den,
this is North Star One.

Hostile threat down.
Ready for evacuation, over.

MAN: [OVER RADIO]
Roger that, NS-One, move to
extraction point LZ-Cobra.

Hold your position.

[SOLDIERS SHOUTING]

[HARD ROCK SONG PLAYING]

[HELICOPTERS APPROACHING]

What the hell
happened, Gunny?

You'll read about it
in the report, sir.

Reese?

BRANDON: Yahoo, no discipline.

That's why you're here,
to train these yahoos.

Look around you.

This is a work in progress,
not even the fucking
paint's dry.

We had him.

Should've been
clean, done.

It was that bad?

Worse.

Reese got his spotter killed.

Well, let me buy you a drink.
We'll talk it through.

I want out, Major.

What are you saying?

You sent us into a country
we weren't even
supposed to be in,

with a team that wasn't
qualified for the job.

We lost one today.
We'll get him next time.

No, I had five kills today
and we were only
sent out for one target.

It's tough work.

Not really,
that's what bothers me.

It was easy,
five shots, five kills.

I was on the scope,
correcting for
wind and velocity,

doing the trig work
in my head, on the fly.

Yeah, it's just math.

No, everything was easy.

Second nature?

Yeah.

That's the goal.

Congratulations,
you're a sniper.

It's what we do.
Black on black.

It's ugly stuff.

You're not the first sniper
to question his destiny.

We all do.

You think I like to kill?

I'm done.

You're assigned to a
Multi-National Task Force

authorized to carry weapons
in a foreign country!

You can't just quit!

You're a natural, kid.

It's in your blood.

You're 10 minutes late.

Major, you still
don't know when you're
talking to a superior?

It's a long time
since we've had
a come-to-Jesus face to face.

I'm not here.

The rest of us are
in the shit and you're
living the life out here.

Way off the grid,
out of the grind,
right where I need to be.

You must rate
some serious juice
with the brass stateside.

THE COLONEL: Pete Steffen,
you remember him?

Yeah. Reasonably good man.

Got shot in Berlin,
two days ago.

Shame.

It would be a shame
if it was just Steffen.

Hopkins and Carswell.

Dead?

Hopkins got popped
nine days ago
in South Florida.

Carswell?

Medulla shot,
two days back in London.

Shots were from 1,500 meters
with a high-caliber bullet.

How high? Fifty.

That's not a just a kill,
that's a statement.

It was a home-made
bullet with its own
calculated spindrift.

Conditions?

Hopkins' shot
required an adjustment
for extreme wind.

From 1,500 meters?Mmm-hmm.

This guy's
a serious motherfucker.

Let's get the hell
outta of here. You hungry?

[SHIP HORN BLOWING]

[HONKING]

THE COLONEL:
Best octopus in the world.

[SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

You brought me here
because you think I did it?

Why would you say that?

There are only
a handful of guys
can make those shots,

and I'm one of them.

If I thought you did it,
we wouldn't be talking.

Fair enough.

We have three men
dead out of five

who were put together
for a particular
mission in Afghanistan,

a mission you turned down.

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 shit 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.

BIDWELL: He was the best
shooter I ever knew.

Fucker 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?

[EXOTIC SONG PLAYING]

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

Word travels fast.

When were you
gonna tell me?

[SIGHS]

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.

Hmm.

Hey, Beckett!

Bullet-Face is
sending me home.

You rat-fucked 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?

Oh, yeah.

[GRUNTING]

Fucking Beckett!

SANAA: 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.

[SOLDIERS SHOUTING]

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.

[SIGHS]

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 fucking 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.

Oh, 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!

[CHATTER OVER RADIO]

BIDWELL: This is
Viper-One to Command Op,

we're 600 klicks
from AFB Incirlik and rolling.

ETA approximately five hours.

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

[ADHAN PLAYING]

MAN 1: This is
Tiger-Two Seven to Tower.

We're ready and awaitin'
your command, over.

MAN 2: This is Tower.

You're cleared for take-off.

Confirm
Team Viper's on board,
ready for incursion.

MAN 1: That's affirmative,
the team's locked and loaded.

We are approximately
80 minutes from
DZ Alpha Bravo.

MAN 2: Roger that,
Tiger-Two Seven,
be safe out there.

[SCREAMS]

[YELLING]

[CHATTERING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

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.

So I 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 fuck.
We lost half the men
to friendly fire.

Someone is
killing every officer
who served on that mission.

You're the last one alive.

[CHATTERING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[BARKING]

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 fuck 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 fucking 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
with an IR range of 60 feet.

I'll be monitoring
all the video feeds
on the crisis zone.

If it moves with a gun,
we will watch it in HD. [BEEPS]

Whoever shows up to
kill you is the bad guy.

We've invited
him with a stream
of unsecured radio chatter

pinpointing the town
and your team's
presence there.

So, if this guy shows
you've got my back?

We have.

You any good with
those long-guns, Major?

I'd rather take my long-guns,
than your short arms.

Well said.

Gear up.

Let's get it done.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

- YOUR PAPERS? IDENTIFICATION.

I'm just passing through.
I don't want any trouble.

- PUT YOUR HANDS UP!

Come on, guys.
Let's not do this.

[GRUNTING]

[GASPING]

Here it is. Good.

800 meters out from
the center of town.

Sir, if I may,
why do they call
you Bullet-Face?

I've had 74 confirmed kills.

And 67 of those
have been face shots.

Quite a statement. More of a trademark.

Sir, why did you
leave Brandon behind?

There's more at play here
than you need to know about.

But I do what's
right in the moment
at the time.

You always know
what's right for us? Yeah, pretty much.

You think you
could ever be wrong?

Keeps me awake at night.

Okay, get ghillied-up,
play hide.

[PANTING]

Lots of friendlies
out there, no tangos.

Roger that.

[PANTING]

Viper-Two, Viper-Two,
this is Viper-One, over.

Viper-One, this is Viper-Two,
send your traffic, over.

Watch your target
indicators down there.

You've got shine, over.

Roger that, over.

Pantyhose. Sexy.

If you saw half
the shit I did with this,
you would blush.

Fucking slut.

Nice hide, Mango.

We got movement,
two o'clock, over.

[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]

BIDWELL:
Stay frosty, Viper-Two.

Safeties off. [CLICKS]

[DOGS BARKING]

Any sign of Tango, over?

Negative, over.

Keep your eyes on the prize.

Find me Simpson.
Viper-One, out.

Roger that.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Major, how's everything
going out there?

This shithead
pushing up daisies yet?

I'm in the middle
of it now.

Gunnery Sergeant
Beckett with you?

He's confined to base.

Is he?

That's where I left him.

Well, he's gone.
Hasn't been seen
since yesterday.

That's news to me.

I'm starting to get
a bad feeling about this,
Major.

Finish it!

So no pressure then.
Just hurry up.

Exactly, Major.

No more Marines dying.

Roger that.

Okay, boys.
Stay sharp now.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Viper-One, Viper-One,
got a second truck
at my 10 o'clock.

Roger that, Viper-Two.

Team Alpha, Team Bravo,
get ready to bound.

Let's go.

Team Charlie,
you are on me.

We're fire support.

Take that window.

You take that window.

[CHATTERING]

[STATIC OVER RADIO]

Shit. We're made.

Shooter!

Take them! Take them now!

[HEAVY GUNFIRE]

[CLAMORING]

[GRUNTS]

Which way? Which way?

Should we engage?

Protect Shope
and look for Tango.
That's our mission.

Keep your head
down on that scope.

Advance, advance!
Move in! Cover me!
Cover me!

[GRUNTS]

Viper-Two, Viper-Two,
we've got enemy sniper fire.

ATB Tangos, 11 o'clock.

Fuck!

Cantara? Cantara?

Viper-One, Viper-One,
this is Viper-Two.
I got a man down!

They've got
counter-sniper support.
How copy?

Start shooting.

We're pinned!

We need to change
this fucking game!

Gotcha, bitch.

[GRUNTS]

Nice work.
That's a game changer.

It wasn't me.

Brandon.

[CLICKING]

Zaim!

Zaim!

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

- LIGHT 'EM UP, ZAIM!

- LIGHT 'EM UP, ZAIM!

RPG!

[SHOUTING]

[GRUNTS]

Move in! Move in! Hustle! Hustle!

Let's push the perimeter!
Fucking push down, let's go!
Move in!

Go!

Move in, rig the truck.

Blow all the merch.

Nothing gets
back on the market!

Anybody with me?

SANAA: I'm here.

Cantara's gone.

Corporal, you tough it out.

This is a
high stress event.

It's the job.

SHOPE: Clear!

We're blowing this truck!

Watch your backs!

Well, that was
a goat fuck, huh?

Looks like your assassin
didn't get the invitation.

Our Intel says he did!

Yeah, well,
your Intel can blow me!

Job's done!
Let's get the fuck outta...

Rookie mistake, Junior.

The air is heavy,
the light is low

and you don't got the range
with that 308, do you, kid?

[EXHALES]
Sleep tight, kid.

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[DOG BARKING]

MAN: Be advised, be advised,
we've got an unidentified
Marine coming in.

Identify yourself.

Thomas Beckett,
former US Marine.
Who are you?

What the hell?

The rumor was you were dead,
Master Gunnery Sergeant.

I've been dead before, Major.

Where is Gunnery Sergeant
Brandon Beckett?

I left him back at the base.

Bullshit, he was here.

He's a resourceful kid.

So, this is how you
take care of my son?

Your son is a force recon
Marine Scout Sniper

highly skilled in field craft
and marksmanship.

The Corps has spent
a lot of time and money
teaching him how to survive.

Now, are you gonna tell me

why you're on this
side of the ground?

Disappointed? A little.

Takes a lot
to kill a legend.

If the assassin
thought I was dead,

I figured he'd
do what you did.

And what would I do?

Go to the next
man on the list.

So, who is the sniper?

Army Ranger David Simpson.

Simpson?

[SIGHS] Now that's
a damn shame.

I put some lead on him,
but he was too far
for me to put his lights out.

Master Guns?

A word.

BECKETT: What's
on your mind, Major?

BIDWELL: To say you're
a long way from home
is an understatement.

We're in the middle
of the Middle East.

Allah himself doesn't
know that we're here.

So how do you?

I know people, too.

Are we playing
on the same team?

I'm playing to
keep Brandon alive,
that's my mission.

And to kill Simpson.

My life, nah,
my life's been lived.

BIDWELL: Sun will be up
in a couple of hours.
We'll find this guy.

Wait.

BECKETT: This blood's fresh.
This was Simpson's hide.

I'll track
Brandon and Simpson.

Yeah, we'll come with you.

BECKETT: Negative, Major.

I counted at least
two other combatants

that lived
through your donnybrook
and made it out.

They could be
working with Simpson.

So you two have
to go after them.

I'll go west.
I know that terrain.

Yeah, I'll go to the east.

So if this is more
than just Simpson,
who are they working for?

We'll ask
whoever we leave alive.

Happy hunting.

[GRUNTING]

Drop your fucking gun.

Don't move.
Put the weapon down.

I don't have one.

What are you doing?

I'm waiting for evac.

Evac?

There's no evac
coming for you.

End of the road.

They promised.

Who's "they"?

My recruiter.

My CO.

All of 'em.

What did they promise?

To know I was
fighting for something
that mattered.

I was doing good.

Maybe you were.

No.

I wasn't.

[GRUNTING]

Your old man was
out there with me

and it did not do me any good
having him watch my six.

Ah, ah, ah.

Say hi to your old man
when you see him.

My father's dead. Is he?

Well, you killed him. Well, I thought I did,
but he's here.

Here?Yep.

He's on the scent,

doing what he does best.

Now, I want you to
do a favor for me.

Tell your old man
and the Colonel
that I'm coming for 'em.

[CLICKS]

Don't you hate that?

[DISTORTED SPEECH]

Let's talk. You cannot torture me.

Really? Who says?

Your government says.

I can do what
the fuck I like.
I'm in Syria.

You think my
government sent me here
to follow the rules?

They sent me here
to take down creeps like you.

They don't ask me how I do it

and I don't tell.

[LAUGHS]

Don't ask, don't tell.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Excuse me.[BEEPS]

Won't be long.

Colonel.

Shope's dead? Yes, he is.

And I got to find
out from a third party?

We've been busy.

Understood. We got to
get this done, Major.

Listen, Colonel,
I know this thing has gone

a bit sideways and I'm
willing to wear that,

but I've got
a piece of business
right in front of me now.

What kind of business?

A captive hostile.
How far can I take this?

No limits.
Major, don't let this
ax come to my door.

Roger that.

Now where were we?

[SCREAMS]

Now you talk or you die.

[GROANS]

He's gone.

Dad?

Hello, son.

BECKETT: You need to
rendezvous with the team.

BRANDON:
You're a hard man to find,
Master Gunnery Sergeant.

BECKETT: Yeah.

I guess that's the idea.
Scout Sniper and all.

It's me.

Easy, Master Guns.

[SHIP HORN BLOWING]

Still leaving the unit?

I don't know.

You're fighting
a good war, Brandon.

We're on the right side of it.

Yeah.
Well, maybe I just joined
for the wrong reasons.

You should go talk to him.

[SCOFFS]
I don't even know him.

And the next thing I knew,
I became him.
I'm not sure where to begin.

"Where the fuck you
been my whole life?"

Start there.

Don't let this
moment pass you.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Look here,
I know there's some questions
you want to ask me, Gunny.

And I'm afraid
you're not gonna
like the answers.

A sniper is just
not a father.

I walked. It happened.

Should I go on or can we
skip this sad story
with all its tears?

Let's skip it.
Let's talk about the mission.

Okay.

Simpson, the assassin... BIDWELL: Simpson's
working alone.

Major?

No, he was never with them.

How do you know that?

Well, my guy turned out
to be quite talkative.

Huh. So how do we catch him?

[SIGHS HEAVILY]

Question.

Who sent all of you
out here?

Who else?

The last thing
Simpson said to me was

that he was gunning
for you and the Colonel.

Sounds like a trap to me.

Or a misdirection.

Maybe he wants us
to lead him there.

The Colonel's in Santorini.

In Greece?

That's his new pivot point?

Nice.

Well, looks like
we'll need a cruise ship.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Him?

He's the only one
we didn't take on the mission.

Welcome to the shit, Reese.
All right, let's load up.

Reese, we good?

I'm good.

Unless you wanna go again?

Not really. But we can.

Let's not. You kicked
my ass the first time.

Are these
scanners operational?

They should be.

What do you got in mind?

You said this shooter
uses a remote control
firing platform.

Remote-firing systems
are linked in to cell signals.

With a cell-tuned scanner,
I could pinpoint

the exact location of
his firing platform.

Get on that.

So, who is this guy anyway?

He's working for someone.

Or he's crazy.

Or both.

I hunted this kid once.

He did the hero
side of Afghanistan

from the Fifth
Stryker Brigade.

A 15-month deployment
in the Helmand River Valley.

Heavy action, really heavy.

You know,
he was a good Marine,

but it got to his soul.

Messed him up really good.

The psychs
tagged him with PTSD,
but they didn't discharge him.

They didn't really
treat him either.

For three months
he wandered the base
with a weapon.

January first,
he went into his hooch,

grabbed his weapon
and he shot up
a New Year's Party.

Then he trekked up to
Yosemite National Forest.

No food, no shelter,

temperatures
dropping below freezing.

When we finally spotted him,
he was up the mountain
above the snow line.

Just sitting there, staring
into dawn's early light.

And then he ate his gun.

If Simpson's broken,

he makes a perfect
puppet for the Colonel.

What? You think
he's in on this?

I sure hope to God he's not.

You don't drink coffee?

Not much.

No bad habits?

I like cars.

That's a bad habit?

It is if they're expensive.

How about you?

I like to fish.

Well, maybe we'll
cast a line someday.

Hey, Dad? Yeah.

Might want to get square,
if you're gonna
go see a colonel.

Right.

If you get this
Simpson in your sights,

you put some
hot lead into him.

One shot, one kill.

Yes, sir.

Brandon?

You hold my weapon.

Master Guns.

[CHATTERING]

[THE COLONEL CHUCKLES]

Excuse me, sir.
You have a phone call.

Excuse me, please.

Yes, who's this?

Former Master
Gunnery Sergeant
Thomas Beckett, sir.

Beckett?

Thought you were dead.

You mean you heard I was dead,
but I'm betting you
didn't believe it.

That's true.

Where are you?

On my way to see you.

Are you close?

Very.

Should I send someone?

No, I'll cab it.

1322 Thira Drive.

I know, over.

BIDWELL: Say your
positions, everybody.

BIDWELL: Keep your eyes
on the perimeter.

Scanning.

If Simpson's here,
I want him dead.

Wow. Nice office.

You certainly made
a deal with the devil, sir.

This is a breach
of protocol.

You didn't have
to see me, Colonel.

You call me up from the grave
and expect me not to respond?

Do you know who
I have up there?

Yeah.

The, uh...

The US Attorney General,
Phil Daniels,

the esteemed
Senator from North Dakota,

and the Syrian Rebel Forces.

And from the looks of it,
a couple of PlayboyBunnies.

Well, we don't all
wear a ghillie suit
and creep around.

Question.

Did you send
an assassin to track me

and the other members
of Mission Sentinel?

If I sent
a kill squad for you,

you would not be here
having this conversation.

Damn, Thomas,
we go back a long way.

Yeah, yep.

Twenty-five years. That's right.

So, if you think
I'm gonna stand here

and let you point
your finger in my face,

you can go to
straight to hell, Beckett.

Well, then tell me
what's happening.

What's happening
is David Simpson.

He's been
in the game too long
and he had a meltdown.

And let me tell you something,
there is no conspiracy here.

I'm telling you what I know.

Well, tell me
something, Colonel,

does this, um, black-on-black
work ever wear you out?

Yeah, it does,
when I think about it.

How's Brandon? Ah...

Sins of the father, I guess.

You've given up a lot
for your country, Master Guns.

Maybe it's time
you consider
a change of venue.

You can have
any job you want.

Because by far, you are the
best Marine I have ever known.

[WHIRRING]

[SCREAMING]

Gunshot came from my six.

BIDWELL: Find him
and shut him down.

Get me a location, Malik.

[BEEPING]I'm on it.

God damn it, Thomas!
You've led him right to me.

[GRUNTS]

If he's using a remote
platform, I'm not seeing it.

Got him, 2,600 meters out.

[WHIRRING]

BIDWELL: Missed,
too far down range.

He's on the move,
headed southbound
on the ridge-line.

Roger that, on my way.

REESE: I've got
a visual on him.

BIDWELL: If you have
a shot, take it.

REESE: That's a negative,
I'm in pursuit on
the southbound trail.

Fuck.

Put the weapon down.

Don't do it!

Don't do it.

Vintage Remington 308.

Not the best for accuracy.

Blow his fucking
head off, Sarge!

[BRANDON FIRES]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPS AND WHIRS]

Talk to me, Malik.

I'm getting a weak signal.

There's no signal
with a remote, Brandon.

I've got the eastern
side of the ruins covered.

BRANDON: Roger that.

I'm gonna draw him out.
Watch for movement.

I'm on the scope, kid.

Waiting to get
a vector on his position.

Give it up, Simpson!
You're done!

This ends badly for you!

Any reading on that
frequency yet, Malik?

I got it.

1,200 meters to the west,
headed there now.

Isn't this fun?

Let's get to it, Junior!

I missed. He's still in play.

Remote platform's not here.
He must have
scrambled the signal.

I'm on my way down.

[BEEPING]

What happened to you, Simpson?

They lied!

I read the reports.

No one ordered you to
fire on your own team.

It was an accident,
friendly fire.

It wasn't an accident.

I was under orders.

They made me do it. [BEEPING]

It was not my fault!

[CLICKS]

[BEEPING]

Welcome to my
kill zone, Junior.

[YELLING]

Come on!

Toss it now.

Get the fuck up.

You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

Why shouldn't I?

This is my last hurrah.

[BEEPS AND POWERS DOWN]

The field sniper
is a dinosaur.

You're extinct
and you're right
in my kill zone.

Now you're right
in my kill zone.

Fucking Beckett.

[EXHALES]

Two shots, one kill.

You slipping, Master Guns?

It was intended.

The first shot was
just to let him know.

Let him know?

Yeah, let him know
he was about to die.

[ROCK SONG PLAYING]

♪ I feel it coming down

♪ Lying on the ground

♪ Kingdom's never safe

♪ When the king
is fooling 'round

♪ A lighthouse on a hill

♪ A wave that never breaks

♪ I throw all my regrets
into the sun

♪ As the sea forgets

♪ You take the key
from my hand

♪ You press the button
and reset

♪ I shout, I shout,
I shout out at the sky

♪ From the roof of my car, oh

♪ I shout,
I shout out into the night

♪ I need some answers
right now, oh

You got a phone call.

Hello?

Gunnery Sergeant Beckett.

Yes, Colonel.

I wanted to thank you
for being a good Marine.

Not necessary, sir.

We tied this off,

you did most of
the heavy lifting.

That kind of work
hits my radar.

Thank you, sir. Is that all?

I understand you put
in a request for leave.

Yes, sir.

Just trying to
sort some things out.

I get it, take some time,
get some rest.

But when you
come up for air,

I'll be that
knock at your door.

Forgive me if I
don't answer, sir.

You'll answer.

Are you sure about that?

This work we do,
it's in your DNA.
It's who you are.

So, yeah,
I'm sure about that.

There is one
more thing though.
There's been no decision yet,

but if things stack up,

there's a chance
you might see
a lot more of your dad.

How so?

He's gonna be your new CO.

Take care of
that arm, Colonel.

Oh, and find
yourself a new island.

That hide's been compromised.

Already done.

♪ Swim into the ocean

♪ Lift yourself up
off the floor

♪ An army on the street

♪ Marching to the beat, oh

♪ I shout, I shout

♪ I shout

♪ I shout, I shout,
I shout out at the sky

♪ From the roof of my car, oh

♪ I shout,
I shout out into the night

♪ I need some answers
right now, oh

♪ Communication

♪ Why don't you call me?

♪ Call me

♪ Communication

♪ Why don't you call me?

♪ Call me

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

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